Jenny was a rather serious 18 year old. She had done very well at school and was about to become an undergraduate at a prestigious university. Her parents were both successful professionals with high expectations of their only child. So Jenny had applied herself to her studies and rather neglected her social life. A tall, long limbed and rather gangly young woman, she often looked uncomfortable in her skin, and a little unsure of herself. This had resulted in her not attracting the usual attentions of the opposite sex and she had never had a real boyfriend.
This hadn't precluded her having an interest in sex. Eager to conform in her younger teenage years , at fourteen she had joined a peer group that had recently discovered the joys of masturbation, while some of the bolder and more attractive members of the group had graduated to the real thing. So Jenny began to experiment with the former, initially in the company of two more experienced girls. Shyness had soon forced her into the solitary pursuit of pleasure in which she regularly and hungrily indulged. However application to her schoolwork, lack of confidence and lack of opportunity meant that she did not progress to experiments with her own or the opposite sex.
On the cusp of entering university Jenny went away for a week to a chess camp. She was already an accomplished and successful chess player, regularly beating players in her club with a track record of success in competitions. She hoped the camp would provide opportunities to learn and experiment with new strategies, and further enhance her skills. There she met Sam.
At 25 Sam had finished his university studies and was in the early stages of a promising career as one of the chosen people at Google. The excessively heavy demands of this job meant that he had had little time for a social life beyond a few drinks with his peers on a Friday night and the occasional game at his local chess club. So, as high achievers do, Sam had decided that he would indulge himself with a week's leave and a change of scene at the chess camp. Sam was startling bright, acceptably good looking, but rather introverted and self contained. He had had a number of girl friends but never really fallen heavily. As a result he had enjoyed a fairly active sex life but never lived with anyone.
After an introductory lecture, Jenny and Sam found themselves paired for a game to try out what they had learned. An early rapport was established as they both demonstrated their quick grasp of new principles and a rapid ability to deploy them in inventive ways.
Sam took the lead, 'That was great, I liked the way you played! I hope we can play together some more this week. I don't want to appear too forward, but how about we have a drink together this evening?'
Jenny smiled and looked a bit apprehensive. She wasn't used to older men, or any men, inviting her to anything. She swallowed, composed herself, smiled more positively, 'Thank you, I'd like that!'
So that evening they sat together in a quiet corner of the bar, Jenny in her smartest dress, and began to explore each other's lives. Encouraged by Sam's winning smile and focussed attention Jenny began to talk freely about herself, her excited anticipation of her approaching university experience, about chess and her thoughts on her future career. Sam became more interested as she became easier and more relaxed, and began to share the highs and lows of his life at Google. It all sounded very glamorous and exciting, jetting hither and thither, important meetings, shaping the future of things. Both had done well at school and had the prospect of stimulating and prosperous futures. As they warmed to each other, body language and hormones began to take over. They leaned towards each other and smiled happily, the conversation flowed effortlessly and became more light- hearted and relaxed. Jenny began to feel her power as a woman, making eye contact and even feeling mildly flirtatious. All this was encouraged by Sam's attentive smiles and the odd flattering comment.
Jenny looked at her watch, 'Oh, it's late and we've got an early start tomorrow. I've really enjoyed our evening and finding out more about you.'
'Me too, perhaps I could take you to dinner tomorrow night and we can talk some more?'
Jenny's eyes sparkled, 'I think that's a very nice idea!'
Jenny now faced a dilemma. She had worn her smartest dress and was now going to go out to dinner in a rather up market restaurant the following evening. Not usually a risk taker, Jenny decided that the occasion demanded a splurge. The following day she skipped lunch and went shopping. Encouraged, no, inflamed, by her success the night before, she went for the most chic, most modern dress she had ever considered. Well, she rationalised, it's not every night that you get invited to a smart restaurant by a Google executive, even if you have spent half your annual clothing budget on just one posh dress.
'You look really great in that you know!' said the sales assistant enthusiastically. Jenny knew that this was not just sales talk -- she really did look great.
'Wow!' said Sam, looking gobsmacked, and before he could say hello, 'You look really great in that dress!'
Jenny smiled a beaming smile, 'Thank you, you don't look so bad yourself!' Then, arm in arm, they set off for the short walk to the restaurant. Another memorable evening ensued. Great food, wine, but not too much, animated conversation on a wide range of topics. Generally there was agreement but also playful, good humoured, disagreement, 'You can't really believe that!?' with a laugh and a smile. Time flew by, as it does when you are truly engrossed and having fun, and all too soon it was time to go. They walked hand in hand down the street to the hotel where the chess camp was being held.
They stopped at the door.
Thanks for a lovely evening!' Jenny smiled, pressed his hand, and looked up expectantly. Sam responded with a gentle kiss on her lips.
'I've really enjoyed it too -- perhaps we can go somewhere tomorrow evening?'
'That sounds wonderful!' Jenny replied, warmed by the way things were developing.
She kissed him again and fled up to her room. Her heart was pumping, what a wonderful evening, what a wonderful man! His kiss had aroused her in ways she had never experienced before. She was still aroused by the thought of Sam when she got into bed.
She was excited by what was happening, his apparent delight in her company and her in his, her unexpected arousal by a simple kiss. These were all new feelings and experiences and a bit disorienting, though she was also feeling a new confidence and joy. Her hand slipped under the bed clothes and pulled up her nightdress, then went to the top of her thighs. Her legs opened slowly and her fingers felt the wetness of her outer labia, the result of a simple, chaste kiss. Stroking herself gently, her fingers reached into her warm, wet slit and found the rigid nut of her clitoris. She gasped at its sensitivity, she had never been this aroused before. She toyed with the nut and her fingers slipped into her wet and flowering entrance. Her juices ran down the insides of her soft thighs. She opened her legs wider, drew up her feet, her knees in the air and well apart. She gasped and sighed audibly, never such pleasure! As she rubbed at her widening entrance she began to squirm and her breaths came quicker and deeper. Her whole being was consumed by her excitement. She couldn't keep still now and her rubbing became more urgent, and her desire for relief surged. Thrashing and gasping she eventually reached the peak of her ecstasy, fell over the top into glorious release, and came vigorously with stifled shouts and thrusts as her tight channel contracted uncontrollably, her hands, pubes, thighs and pussy all wet with her flowing juices.
This was by far the most exciting orgasm that Jenny had ever experienced. Sometimes it had been a struggle to achieve a mild release, at other times when the mood took her she would come quickly, but never even remotely as hard as this. She began to wonder what sort of experience it could be with an aroused and loving man doing the stroking, and then penetrating and coming vigorously inside her. All this was academic of course as she had never seen a man aroused, much less coming.
It wasn't long, as she basked in the afterglow of such a world changing feeling, before Jenny finally decided that it was time for her to have this experience. Eighteen and still a virgin, it was a possibility she has contemplated for some months and she was taking precautions accordingly. Sam was a very suitable person. If he could set her aflame with a gentle kiss, goodness knows what he could do given the opportunity.
Sam and Jenny had decided on a film, followed by a drink. The film was a light romcom and quite arousing, setting the scene nicely for what Jenny had in mind. The whole evening was going swimmingly, hand in hand into the cinema, a quick peck on the way to their seat, and hand holding during the film. All very gentlemanly, warm, friendly, relaxed, comfortable even. Sam felt that everything was going above his expectations. They had made an early connection and he was finding her more and more interesting and attractive. She was a lot younger than him and he didn't want to rush things and frighten her away.
After the film, they walked slowly to a stylish bar, both rather pensive. They ordered drinks and sat quietly and companionably together. Sam enquired gently,
