"Honestly, mate, I've never seen a woman so horny" Johnny was saying enthusiastically as Jed approached their table, carrying their beers.
"Went well last night then, did it?" Jed asked, sighing inwardly. The last thing he needed was to hear about another of his friend's successful conquests.
"Amazing" he replied. "She let me walk her to her room, right, and I thought 'hey, might be in with a chance here.' So when we get there, I go off to the kitchen to get some water, and when I get back, that little slut's bending right over the bed, panties around her feet, and tells me to fuck her!"
Johnny looked deeply pleased with himself, smirking inanely. The whole students' union bar could probably hear their conversation. Jed felt mildly ashamed as he felt his own cock stir in his pants as he listened.
"Well, did you?"
"You bet I did, my friend. Can't believe how wet she'd got so fast. She liked it proper rough as well, you know?"
Jed didn't know how much more he could take; he totally didn't need this right now, not after the night he'd had. The conversation was making him uncomfortable in more ways than one.
The truth was that Jed, at 23 years old, was still a virgin; an unwilling stranger to the pleasures of love. Something that should by all rights have happened two, or three, or four years ago had cruelly eluded him.
Sure, it hadn't used to bother him. In high school, other guys took the piss from time to time, but Jed knew that most of them were virgins too, the tales of their exploits empty bravado. He assumed that, once he went away at university, it would happen. That's how it goes, isn't it? Besides, with his rugged good looks and broad shoulders, Jed knew plenty of girls were giving him a second glance as he passed them walking around campus, or leaving a lecture theatre. That was how it happened for other guys he knew, but not for Jed. But it was only as he began to notice this attention he was getting that he realised how shy he was around the opposite sex and, inevitably, the more he worried about it, the worse the nervousness became. Instead, he focussed his attentions on academic work, sports, and the physical satisfaction of the campus gym. And gradually, over the three years of his undergraduate degree, he ceased to worry about losing his virginity.
But lately, as he graduated and moved on to a postgraduate PhD course, sex had begun to occupy his mind more and more frequently. His embarrassment about being a virgin became more acute until, the previous night, he'd finally had a date.
Danni had a tall, gym-toned body and luscious blonde hair; totally his type, or so he thought. When he had struck up a casual conversation with her in the gym not long ago, he had surprised himself by working up the courage by asking her for a date and, to his surprise, she had accepted. She was from a wealthy family down south somewhere and accustomed to the finer things in life; Jed had been more than happy to oblige in wining and dining her in a local bistro restaurant that night. All had been going well. The conversation was intelligent with a tantalising undercurrent of sexuality from Danni; an eyelash-flicker here, and lip-lick there. Afterwards she had driven them both back to campus in her car, a brand-new Mazda two-seater given to her by her father, and parked up in a secluded lot on the edge of campus. It was only then that things started to go wrong.
Jed hadn't noticed earlier, but at some point on the drive back, Danni had allowed the top couple of buttons to come open, exposing the gully between her porcelain breasts. Now, she slowly crossed one thigh over the other, skirt shifting on her thighs, and moved to face him in the seat. He could see her nipples straining against the fabric of her top. Jed felt his cock growing and growing, throbbing in his pants, as she pouted a sultry expression.
"Like what you see, huh?" she drawled, slowly running her tongue across her lower lip.
Jed said that he did, very much. He was aware of his heart-rate quickening, his breath becoming heavier.
"I hope you're a good lover, Jed" Danni continued. Now she was drawing two fingers teasingly over his cheeks as he pressed himself back into the car seat. "I deserve it, after some of the so-called men I've had to put up with."
"Er, actually... I'm... er..." Jed struggled. He didn't know how to tell her he was a virgin, and it was difficult to think with her firm thigh pressing against his and her ripe breasts so close to his face.
"Oh, but of course you are" Danni went on. "Sporty boy like you..." She stroked her hand down his chest and towards his swollen crotch. "I bet you really know how to please a woman."
Jed felt like he must be harder than he'd ever been in his life. To be this close to an attractive woman, in a car permeated with the scent of her perfume, was sending his brain into overload.
"Well, what have we here?" she cooed, feigning innocence. She was pressing onto his crotch with her palm now and beginning to massage his engorged member through his pants. He throbbed against her pressure, squirming in the seat.
"Please... don't..." he gasped. But it was too late. Her voice, her proximity, her touch... It was all too much. As he felt himself reaching the point of no return his body stiffened up and then went to jelly. Involuntarily he grunted heavily and, his cock spasming, helplessly pumped his copious pleasure into his pants.
As the momentary ecstasy subsided, humiliation washed over him. Danni, feeling the damp warmth seeping through the fabric and spreading accusingly from his crotch, withdrew her hand.
"Oh" she said flatly.
"I'm sorry..." Jed muttered.
"You came" she said, incredulity creeping into her voice, which had lost its warmth of just a few seconds ago. And then she began to laugh. That was the worst part, Jed thought: she laughed. Not a light-hearted, 'it's ok' sort of laugh, but a harsh, unkind, disappointed sort of laugh. Embarrassment overcame Jed, red-faced.
"I guess I'd better..." was all he managed before throwing himself out of the roadster and slamming the door. Danni made no attempt to follow. He set off across the car park towards the heart of the campus, drawing his coat around him in a vain attempt to hide the now cooling stain at his groin. Not long afterwards, he heard Danni start her car and speed petulantly away. He did not look around to see her go.
Back in the students' union bar, Johnny had finished telling his story.
"And how did it go with Danni last night? She seemed hot, dude."
"Not well" Jed muttered sadly into his beer.
***
It was still early in the evening when he left the campus bar, two pints of beer having done nothing to alleviate his shame. Rather than heading back to his room, he made his way to the science labs to put in a couple of hours work on his project. The PhD was hard, long work, and tonight that was exactly what he needed to take his mind off things.
The lab was still open and the lights still on; someone else must be working late too. Once inside the building he went straight to the shabby common room and turned on the kettle to make a coffee to drink whilst he worked. As he waited, he thought bitterly about Danni, his humiliation now evolving into bitterness. Who was she to laugh at him, the bitch? At any rate, why couldn't she have stayed down in whatever posh London suburb she came from instead of coming up here?
Trying to take his mind off Danni, he looked around to see who else was in. Through the adjoining window into the lab, he saw: it was Consuela, a middle aged Filipina mature student who he often made small talk with during the day. She was a petite lady, 5'3" at the most, and had shiny jet black hair. Jed was only just beginning to admit it to himself, but just recently he had found himself looking at Consuela more and more. He had never considered himself to be attracted to either older women or Asians, but his body said otherwise. Maybe it was her exotic and dignified appearance; maybe it was her sing-song voice which still carried a sweet Filipino accent despite having, she once said, lived in Britain for over twenty years. Or perhaps it was an increasing contempt for girls his own age or younger, with their slutty dress sense and shrieking, no doubt exacerbated by his recent experience with Danni. Whatever it was, though, the feeling was getting stronger and stronger every time he saw her. And yet the overwhelming shyness that usually affected him didn't seem to apply with Consuela. Even now, he felt a stirring in his crotch as he watched her moving around the lab, oblivious to his presence.
Even so, Jed would probably have shrugged it off, except for the fact that he was becoming convinced that the feeling was reciprocated. Several times, whilst passing her in the lab or looking up from his work, he thought he'd seen Consuela looking at him; at his body, smiling wistfully. Maybe it was just wishful thinking, the longings of a man deprived of sex for far too long, but...
Just then, she happened to glance in the direction of the window and her eyes met his, catching him unambiguously in the act of staring at her. Jed hastily looked away, but it was too late: she was already coming in his direction.
He tried to make himself look busy with his coffee as Consuela entered the small common room, but she came and sat down right next to him.
"Hi Jed" she said, smiling softly. "What are you doing here? Working late, like me?"
"Yeah" Jed answered, red faced.
She shifted in her seat. Was it to move closer to him, Jed wondered? Or just to get more comfy? He shook the thought from his head.
"You seem sad today, Jed" she continued. "What's wrong?" Her voice was pleasant and soothing, instantly seeming to make the events of the last two days seem a long way away. Her brow furrowed. "Is it a girl?"
Was there a glint of something exciting behind the polite concern in her dark eyes? Jed wasn't sure. But somehow he felt comfortable and safe in her presence; it made him want to tell her everything. Seemed to say he could tell her, and everything would be okay.
"Well, yeah" he said, lifting his head and relaxing his body. "You see, I had a date last night and, well, it went very badly."
"Hmm" Consuela said. There was a pause, during which she was now definitely looking him over. "You're a virgin, aren't you, Jed?"
He almost choked on his coffee, taken aback. "How do you know?" And then: "Yes."
"Call it female intuition. I can tell: it's in the way you're so shy around girls, the way you act around them. Why, a young man with a body like yours, there's no way you would be that nervous around women, unless it was because you're a virgin."
As she talked, she was close enough that he was aware of a delicate scent. Not an artificial designer perfume like Danni wore, but something else. Something natural and sensual. And, with little hesitation, he poured out his whole story: the years of waiting for something that never happened; the shyness; the date with Danni. It didn't seem to take long. She listened intently, occasionally murmuring sympathetically or nodding in encouragement.
