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This is the true story of how I became a lover, a tale of sexual awakening. Taking place some twenty plus years ago, some of the details maybe sketchy or may have even been embellished by my memory as it looks back with fondness on certain events, however, to the best of my knowledge this is a true record.
When I need to cum, it is these places in my memory palace where I visit most often, finding great arousal in the tale of two young lovers exploring and discovering their sexuality. Many a wank has been had to the events in this tale.
It didn't happen quickly, in fact, the timeline of this story took place over a period of around ten months. This is the story of a journey, and all such tales take many twists and turns as they move on towards the destination. Some parts of this story might be considered tame, or naΓ―ve, that's fine, because this is our story. This tale will focus on sexual events in the lives of two young people, the stories of love, friendship, growth and life, in general, are not for these pages.
A bit of background first, as I'm inviting you on a journey, you need to know a little bit about your companions. I met Annie at the Christian Union at a northern British university. I was in my second year, whereas she was starting her first. We had both been brought up in church going families, Annie had even spent time in Africa with her family being missionaries. This church going background meant that as twenty year olds we were, to some extent, sexually naΓ―ve compared to many of our contemporaries, it also meant that we were living under a Christian guilt cloud, that many in churches use as a means of control, both individually and corporately. Although this guilt cloud meant that we delayed the act of intercourse, it didn't stop us making love, we just had to be creative, we also at times did strange mental gymnastics to rationalise our actions against our upbringing.
I lived in a house with three other guys, two students and a teacher who owned the house. The owner, also a church goer, imposed a no-sex rule in the house. Annie lived in another part of town, taking a room in a house with three other students, but was planning to move in with people from the CU to be closer to people she knew.
We got together as a couple just before Christmas. A few friends from the CU had planned to spend the night at Annie's house as she was living in a dodgy part of town and all the other house mates were away. We ate and talked for a few hours before retiring. I was to sleep in Annie's room, I had my sleeping bag ready, but we ended up in bed fully clothed, we kissed, talked and slept. Nice, innocent and allowed. Over the next week or two, before we went our different directions for the Christmas holidays we spent several more nights like this, either at her place or mine. Our kissing got more passionate, but we were still respectable, keeping our hands to ourselves.
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It was our first night back after the holidays, Annie had moved into the new house, after unpacking her stuff and getting her settled in her Dad left. Discretely, we were going to spend the night together.
As before I was expecting to spend the night clothed, under a duvet. Just before getting into bed Annie says she is going to change into pyjamas, so I wait outside her room as she changes. A few minutes later she is changed, nothing sexy, just regular fluffy pyjamas with something cute on them, like teddy bears or kittens.
We get into her single bed, and settle down, we kiss passionately and as I'm rubbing my hand up her back I realise as she's changed she has removed her bra. We continue to kiss, nibble ears and necks. I can't remember how long this goes on for it could be ten minutes, it could be hours; but I do remember that Annie starts to cry. Again time has taken away the exact words but it was something like: why are we not allowed to make love? That Christian guilt thing raising its head. Anyway, in response I take off my T-shirt as an invitation. She settles on top of me and we start the kissing again, more passionately than before. I have a full-on erection and she must be able to feel it through my jeans. We keep kissing, my hands are around her back and I feel that her top has risen slightly, so I start to touch the skin of her back, tickling, stroking higher and higher up her back. By now the front of her pyjama top has risen and our bellies were touching, the first time our skin has touched so intimately. I have cum, and my pants are filled with a warm sticky mess, does she know? I doubt it. We just keep on kissing.
By now, my hands are tracing arcs up and down her back that are reaching up to her shoulders, each time the top lifting that little higher. So I bite the bullet. I moved my hands around her body and lift the front of her top over her breasts and I feel for the first time the skin of her soft naked breasts on my chest. We start to kiss more passionately than before as we rub against each other. I lift her top over her head and off an arm, she is now effectively topless on top of me, we swap positions, Annie laying on her back, whilst I'm at her side, getting to feel her breasts with my hands for the first time. I rub, massage, tickle and suck her breasts, all the while continuing to kiss.
As the passion fades, we start to talk, and Christian guilt raises its head. She confesses to me that this is not the first time she has been like this with a guy and that she has done 'everything but sexual intercourse.' Those were the words she used, very formal. Wow, I wasn't expecting that. A slight twinge of jealousy that someone had touched those breasts before me, that someone had touched her pussy, going where I had yet to go. But it also was very arousing. The thought of my quiet, shy, Annie, in bed, naked with another guy had me curious. I had only just briefly experienced her sexuality and it was exquisite. So, what had she done? How far had she gone? How often? What was her definition of sexual intercourse? Had she felt this other guys cock? Had she made him cum? Had they tried to fuck? Had he been inside her? How far would she be willing to go with me? These were just the strange and kinky thoughts that went through my naΓ―ve mind. Or are these my thoughts now, because sitting here writing this now, I've got a mighty erection and a rapidly beating heart.
For my part while holding her semi naked form, I confessed my sexual past, how I had felt the breasts and fingered a past girlfriend whilst at school, tame. To be honest my only real sexual experience was in wanking, but I didn't confess that.
We held each other for a while longer before she put her top back on, only turning the lights on to look at our necks where our amorous activities had left plenty of love bites, and we slept.