It had been such a long time coming. For five months I had pursued Wendy. If I knew then what I know now things might have been different, but then I was only an 18 year old student, away from home for the first time, and I was unskilled in the art of loving, and it was over 4 months till we first kissed. Wendy was so shy, and, to be honest, so was I.
From that first kiss, we had slowly gone further, caress by caress, usually pretending to be playing - tickling was my favourite. Then, as today, I had a very sensitive stomach, and one touch from Wendy was enough to send me skywards. We started wearing shorts, so we could tickle each other's legs also. It was a real voyage of discovery, something I'll never forget. We gradually became more intimate, and I had to work hard at covering my arousal. Kisses will never be as sweet again. We explored each other, never going too far, both unsure of the limits.
Wendy was also 18, the youngest daughter in her family, and painfully shy. Although she was one of the most beautiful girls I will ever meet, as well as one of the cleverest, she always walked as if she was trying to conceal her height and her face. There was something about her that appealed to me in every way. She had a great figure, and could have been a model, with beautiful bouncy breasts that only 18-year-old girls have, not small but not overly large. Slim, with curly blonde hair, she was my fantasy girl made real. There was always a pleasant fragrance, and to this day that airy smell which seemed to surround her brings back intense memories to me.
It was exam time, and we were working hard at the same time. But the exams went by, and soon the end was in sight. I remember the butterflies in my stomach when I suggested that we should sleep in the same room the night the exams finished, butterflies which all started flying faster when Wendy agreed.
As time approached I found myself anticipating the pleasures to come more and more. I wasn't really expecting to do anything, but just the prospect of holding her close through the night was desperately exciting to me. Even during the exam, I found myself thinking so much about the night to come rather than the maths which I should have been concentrating on. It was with elation that I arose from the desk to cycle back to the halls of residence. Dinner that evening in the dining hall went so slow. As usual we were sitting in the group of our friends. Dinner was the usual, very unexciting meal that you might get in any English University on a tight budget.
After dinner, we went back to someone's room, and just talked for hours, I can't remember about what, but I was just wishing the clock to go as quickly as possible. Finally, people started drifting off to sleep, and Wendy and I went off to our own rooms as arranged. About 30 minutes later (probably the longest half an hour ever), I crept upstairs to the girls corridor, with my pyjamas hidden in a cardboard box, and knocked softly on Wendy's door.
After what seemed like another 30 minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, she opened it. She was fully clothed (I hadn't expected anything else), but was wearing the grey jumper with thin blue stripes that always showed her figure so well. My heart was beating fast as I entered the room, Wendy giggling about the cardboard box concealing my pyjamas. We sat on the bed together, and kissed for a while, talking quietly over the events of the day.
After a while, there was a pause, and I suggested that we should sleep. Wendy agreed, and she went off to the bathroom, leaving me alone in her bedroom for the first time. I had an intense feeling of satisfaction over everything, and I was almost too frightened to move in case I woke up and it was all a dream. When she came back, we changed, I into just my pyjama top, mainly to hide the spots that scarred my back at that age, taking care to fold my clothes neatly, something I never normally did. I sat on the floor as Wendy changed into her nightie, with me facing away, my mind imagining the delight behind me. I was actually shaking with nerves. When she was finally in her nightie, she took off her bra and panties while showing nothing, an action which incredibly impressed and excited me. In just a minute or so, I would be in bed with her, only a thin piece of material separating us. The light was switched off, and we both got into the single bed, her continental quilt making t! hings much easier than it would have been with my University issue sheets. Finally we were in bed, with her head nestling on my shoulder. It was a moment that I wished I could have frozen forever, a situation that I had dreamed about for so long, and did not disappoint when it arrived. Oh Wendy, if only you knew how much I loved you then.
After a while we shifted position, so we could kiss better. With my pyjama top unbuttoned, it was easy for Wendy to move her hands lightly over my stomach, sending me crazy with her touch. Wendy's nightie was much more frustrating for me, as its length denied me the same opportunity. I was able to move my hands freely up her legs, which always had a similar effect on her, while the knowledge that her bare sex was just inches from my touch was almost too much to bear.
After a while, things were becoming too unfair. She had open access to my body for tickling, but her nightie was in my way. I pushed my hand further up, brushing her skin lightly, causing her to breathe in sharply as I did so, then pushing up further till I had rucked her nightie up past her hips so I could caress her stomach. It was wonderful, feeling her heat against me, having the freedom to let my hands wander much further than trousers would normally allow. My hands reached up to just under the curve of her breasts, and down to her legs, always being very careful not to touch anything that was forbidden, in case it would cause this fantasy to end. My heart was thumping so loud I'm surprised that she couldn't hear it, and I was sporting an erection that she must have been aware of, pressing against her thigh.
My hand continued to wander, lost in the experience, allowing my hand to run down close to her thighs, feeling the bones of her pelvis and running my fingers along the ridges until they almost touched her, only to pull back. Looking, back, my own hesitation was probably very arousing to her, coming so close, then pulling away, and she may not have let me go as far otherwise.
"You can go lower", she breathed, as my hand swept over her lower stomach, much lower than I had ever dared to go before. I hardly dared to breathe now, the arm I was leaning aching, but not wanting to move lest the moment was lost. I followed the line of her thigh joint down, still not daring to go too far. "Please - you can go lower", she insisted, as I started to feel the very first hairs with my fingertips, tracing the outline of her pubic area with my caresses. "Please go lower," she practically begged me.
I couldn't. It was too much, and I was just too scared, and it was incredible regret I told her I couldn't. We relaxed for a while just holding each other, not able to sleep but unsure how to continue. I asked her to take the nightie off using the excuse that it was uncomfortable for me, and she nodded, and pulled the nightie over her head, the material was tight around her breasts, and she struggled to remove it. It was with a sense of complete wonder that I watched as the moonlight entering through the curtains allowed me to see her body, with its milky white skin, and the vaguely darker outline of her nipples. I was truly in heaven.
