My First Time 309

My university in the late 1960s was still divided into single sex colleges and there were still moderately tight rules intended to stop students of the opposite sex staying overnight etc. These rules relaxed very rapidly within a very few years of my graduating, but while I was there, we were still in something of a 1950s time warp.

It took me a while to find a friendship group among the seemingly self-assured, mainly private school boys in my college. And I had very little contact with girls in my first year. There were some very beautiful, chic girls around in the city, but they seemed completely unattainable. At some point early in my second year, I and a friend were invited to a party at one of the girls' colleges on the other side of the city, where we chatted up a couple of attractive girls 'freshers'. The 1960s were starting to influence even the diehard institutions of the university. Having never been inside a girls' college before, I recall being surprised to be allowed to visit the girls' study bedrooms. I don't recall what 'progress' was made on this occasion, but clearly enough for the girls to want to meet us again. Being an all-girls college, meeting anyone in trousers must have been a pretty major event. We were pushing at an open door. I suggested to the girl I fancied (I'll call her Fiona) that at the next weekend, I should collect her in my car and we could go back to my college. She leapt at the chance.

The following week's lectures seemed to last an eternity. I had only one thing on my mind. I suspect the same could be said of Fiona. On the appointed day, I picked her up and brought her back to my college. I have no recollection of whether we did anything else or simply went straight to my room. I suspect the latter. We began kissing and fondling each other the moment we had got into the room. It was on the ground floor and to have some privacy you had to draw the curtain, but this wasn't too glaringly obvious from outside, as the room was tucked away from the main part of the college. Things proceeded rapidly, with her allowing me to fondle her small breasts while we kissed enthusiastically. She had a beautiful mouth with naturally quite full, pouty lips which, with hindsight were probably perfectly designed for giving a blowjob, though I never experienced that with her. They were very agreeable to kiss.

At that point In time, while I knew about the mechanics of contraception, I had never even bought a condom and the pill was only just becoming widely available. It certainly wasn't safe to assume on a first date that a girl would probably be on the pill or that she would be willing to go to bed with you.

At this distance, of over 50 years, I am not sure whether what then happened was on our first date or the second. I think probably the latter. Whichever it was, we moved fast. I simply asked her on our date whether she would like to make love next time we met, if we used a condom. To my delight, she agreed immediately and without any hesitation. After another interminable week of lectures, essays and tutorials, the next time she came to my room, she quickly started to undress. I remember watching in mesmerised fascination as she turned demurely sideways away from me, while stripping down to her knickers. In my mind's eye, I can still see her discreetly slip her knickers down over her bum and thighs to drop them on the floor, before turning towards me, stark naked. Presumably at the same time I had been busy tearing my own clothes off. She looked at me with blue eyes and a friendly smile and came to embrace me. She had a lovely, healthy-looking, womanly body with small breasts, nice hips and naturally dark blond pubic hair.

I now realise how fortunate I was in meeting Fiona. I had had sufficient wit to buy some condoms and had practised putting one on. I had no difficulty doing so when I really needed it and we quickly got on to the bed. Without anything that could be described as foreplay, I slipped straight into her sopping vagina. As far as I am aware, she was a virgin, as I was, but my entering her seemed to cause her no pain and I had no difficulty at all finding my way in. I began to move instinctively in her and fairly rapidly started to come towards my climax. I could feel her cunt gripping my cock quite powerfully and rhythmically tightening on it until she came to orgasm at almost exactly the same time as I was coming to mine, in a way I have rarely ever felt with other women. Given how sexually inexperienced we both were, it was, entirely by luck, a wonderful first experience, which we both thoroughly enjoyed. Afterwards, we dressed and went out for a walk hand-in-hand around the city in a sort of astounded daze. Later, she suggested we go back and repeat the experience, which we did, more slowly but with just as much pleasure. I think she was naturally very highly sexed and her clitoris perfectly positioned in a way that was an ideal match for my cock. It had been a long wait to lose my virginity, but it was wonderful it when it happened.