Authors Note: All persons in this true retelling of my past experience were aged 18 or over.
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Although I've had a great and varied sex life, the event I relate here is, for me, starting with possibly the highlight of my experience. It's burnt into my memory simply because like most of the best memories, it happened at a time in my youth in the late 1970's when I was still young and rather naive.
At the time of the events related here I was 19 and my first girlfriend, Terri, was 18. I'd started at University in London in September 1978, and had met her whilst in a summer job shortly before. Prior to that, I was a sheltered, somewhat shy virgin. My life up until then had mostly revolved around studying hard.
Despite my shyness, I had (and still have) a rampant sex drive that had grown steadily since puberty. Not only did I fantasise endlessly about girls, but I had also found that I was aroused by graffiti in public toilets, the promise of activity in those messages and so on, which in time meant I accepted that I was bisexual.
Terri's life experience when we met had been rather different, having already racked up a number of previous lovers. Apparently none had been particularly great as boyfriends (or lovers), but she was one of those girls that exuded a sexual allure, so I wasn't surprised that they'd been attracted to her. Terri was around 5' 4", long wavy blonde hair, and a nice size 10 (UK) figure with 34B bust. Looks wise, she wasn't classically pretty, but was still an attractive girl, (to me she was gorgeous).
When we finally became lovers, I was determined to make a good impression, and focussed on satisfying her. Fortunately when it came to sex, we clicked in a way that was beyond my wildest dreams, I found it incredibly easy to know instinctively how to arouse her and give her repeated orgasms almost at will. I've never managed to repeat quite that level with any other woman, no matter how good the sex. It also helped that Terri was extremely happy with my almost 9" manhood, I'd had no idea that I was well endowed until she told me. During my first year at University, we had settled into a pattern where I'd travel home from University every weekend to see her, not great for my studies, but I couldn't help myself.
During those early times with Terri, I struggled with jealously about her previous experience, and when occasionally she'd let something slip about a boyfriend, often my jealously would surface and I would upset her. On one such occasion, a few months before the main events of this story, she casually mentioned that if we were at a party and I wanted her to have sex with another guy, she would go and do it. I was horrified and we ended up having an argument. Looking back, I think she'd intended to let me know that she would understand if I wanted to take advantage of an opportunity for sex with another woman (given that she was my first).
After that argument, despite my upset, I found that I couldn't help fantasising about what it might be like to involve others. One thing I did know was that I had no interest in mixing with any of the social circles that Terri had previously moved in, so any fantasies certainly did not involve anyone known to us. On the odd occasion that we bumped into old acquaintances of hers, it was clear that they would take advantage of my youth and attempt to intimidate me as they were usually older or more streetwise than me. It seems funny now, as I'm 6'2" tall with a naturally muscular build, but I was still quite introverted at that time.
At the June of 1979, following the end of my first year exams, I asked Terri to come and spend the weekend in London with me, before I handed back the keys for my room in the Halls of Residence. It was a beautiful weekend in June; we travelled up on the Friday evening, and made love in my room all evening. On the Saturday, in the morning we'd wandered around one of the parks (St James I believe), and by late afternoon we'd ended up wandering around Soho, as we knew of its reputation and were naturally curious. We really didn't have much idea what to do sightseeing wise and didn't have money to blow on anything too expensive!
We were both dressed in denim; I wore jeans and T shirt with a denim jacket, Terri had on a denim skirt and a 'boob tube' an item that was becoming fashionable at the time. The 'boob tube' was quite literally a tube made of a kind of elasticated crinkly cheesecloth, that reached from around the belly button and up over the girls breasts. The edges were further elasticated so it kept itself up without straps. As was common at the time, Terri didn't wear a bra, not like modern times where girls wear bra's with bra straps showing, no matter how skimpy the top. Although the material was not especially thick, the crinkly nature did largely hide sight of her nipples beneath, and only the movement of her breasts hinted at the lack of bra. Terri also had on a denim jacket, and footwear wise we were both wearing canvas trainers, though back in those days we just called them plimsolls or 'pumps'.
Prior to getting to Soho, we'd both had a few drinks in a pub, and Terri was slightly giggly, and I was "relaxed". She was also at the peak point of her monthly cycle where her libido was in overdrive. As we walked around Soho, we started joking about actually going into one of the establishments.
I recall saying, "What, you want to go and see a strip show?"
"I don't mind, if you'd enjoy it," was the reply.
