The first in a series of sexual recollections from my time at university during which I transformed from timid teenager into confident young woman.
When I left home and went to university I was a fairly timid 18 years old. While I'd had a few boyfriends and fooled around with them, I had only ever had sex with the guy who had been my boyfriend for about six months at that time. We had met on a night out, and after a couple of weeks of flirting and occasionally making out we became an item and for the first time I felt ready to go the whole way.
He went to university elsewhere, a couple of hours away from my university by train. Being away from him, but around all of the hormones that late-teenagers have running rampant at that age, I found myself almost constantly horny. I got a reasonable amount of attention from guys at my university, and I took this as a compliment, but I never acted on it. My boyfriend and I saw each other every two or three weeks, and split our time together between meeting each other's new friends and experimenting and exploring each other's bodies. This, and being out in the big wide world on my own, helped me to vastly increase my confidence and assertiveness over a period of just a few weeks.
As it got a bit closer to Christmas in our first year my boyfriend had to cancel a planned visit as he had got a place on one of the university sports teams, which had a big match on the weekend he was planning to come. That meant we weren't going to see each other until the holidays, back living in our parents' houses, and I got myself feeling adventurous. I didn't want to wait for the holidays to feel my boyfriend inside me again, so one day when I didn't have any lectures in the afternoon I sent off a casual text just asking him about his plans for the rest of the day. He replied quickly that he was planning to stay in and work on an assignment all evening, which was perfect.
I packed a large handbag with some toiletries and spare clothes, pulled on a long winter coat, and dashed to the train station, bought a ticket and took a seat on the train. All I could think about during the journey was how I hadn't felt my boyfriend's touch for weeks, and how excited I was that I would feel it soon. I could feel myself getting wetter imagining how it would feel and I was really tempted to use my fingers under my winter coat to pleasure myself. I forced myself to hold back, wanting to wait for him to provide what I craved.
When I arrived in his town I walked to my boyfriend's hall of residence and, noticing from outside that his light was on a couple of floors above, managed to get into the building when someone simply held a door open for me. I had planned a tale about forgetting my pass to trick someone into letting me in, but just a smile seemed to work; this was even easier than I expected. An idea had formed in my head while I was on the train that I knew would surprise my boyfriend even more than me just turning up at his door and having got this far unimpeded I decided I could follow it through. So rather than heading straight to his room I ducked into one of the shared bathrooms to get ready.
I was glad I had brought my large handbag and worn my long winter coat. In the bathroom I hung the coat on a hook and placed the bag in the sink before taking off everything I was wearing. My navy cable knit jumper, white t-shirt, black skinny jeans, black bra with white lace trim and matching knickers all went into the bag, while I put my black knee high boots and dark grey winter coat back on. While undressing it was all I could do to not start touching myself immediately, but I knew I wanted to wait. Making sure the coat was fastened well enough that I wasn't going to give anyone else a look at what was wrapped within I felt so exhilarated knowing that I had so little saving me from complete nakedness. It was the first time I'd ever done anything like that, which would, hopefully, only add to the surprise.
I text my boyfriend, "I've got a surprise for you! x"
I waited until he replied asking what it was and then left the bathroom and walked to his bedroom, typing on the way, but only pressing send once I reached it, "I'm right outside your door! x"
As soon as I hit send I unfastened my coat, but held it tight against my body in case anybody else appeared. I heard him moving in his room, and it felt like an age before the door opened. I quickly checked each way down the corridor that nobody was there, and seeing that I was in the clear I pulled open the coat as wide as possible, showing off my completely naked-but-for-a-pair-of-boots body to him. He stared, looking a bit confused, and didn't move. He had seen it all before - my straight, shoulder length blondey-ginger hair; my big, bright blue eyes set in a round, pretty face with full lips and a slightly upturned small nose; my soft, pale skin, unmarked but for numerous freckles; my slim, toned body; my round boobs, not huge, but enough to be a handful while retaining their shape; my pink nipples set in equally pink areolae only an inch or so across; my long legs, slim and toned like my body; my peachy ass, pert, but not big; my trimmed garden, colour matching my hair and kept in a neat short triangle - but I thought I had shocked him so much he had just frozen up.
I pushed him back into his room, afraid that someone else might appear, dropped my bag to the floor and closed the door behind me. As soon as the door clicked shut I threw myself at him, kissing him passionately and taking his hand in mine and guiding it to my already wet pussy. This seemed to wake him up and he immediately went to work caressing me, firstly gently but quickly harder and more decisively. He traced a path from my clit down my lips, teasing my pussy, just enough to keep his touch wet before returning to my clit again. He repeated this action growing steadily faster and harder.
Through each cycle the pressure built and he rubbed my clit harder and longer. With his other hand he held the back of my neck and pulled me tightly to his mouth, our tongues dancing together in our mouths. Running his fingers through my hair right to the tips he then stroked the skin from my neck and down to my boobs. Just the right size for his hand he cupped one, then the other, before massaging and squeezing them harder, making sure to give my nipples a little pinch every few squeezes. As my nipples hardened my breath quickened and I could feel my whole body flush pink. What I had been putting off all day was about to happen. He pulled away from our kiss and took one of my nipples in his mouth, sucking and nibbling quite hard. At the same time he moved his hand from my boobs to use both his hands on my pussy. One hand stayed focused on my clit, while two fingers from the other went into my pussy. Almost immediately I couldn't hold on any more as a wave of pleasure swept from his fingers across my body. I ground my hips forward against his touch as I let out an involuntary squeal and my knees buckled under the intensity of the orgasm I had wanted from him for weeks and was finally getting.
