My first year of College was more an educational experience than I thought it would be. I was like the turtle who first comes out of its shell. This was the year I lost my virginity and discovered my true sexual nature.
Life before this year was very smooth and predictable. I attended High School in an all girls public format but we shared certain functions with an affiliated High School which had just turned co-ed two years before. This meant that although there were a few girls attending the other school, we were by far the choice of the boys. I attended dances and hockey games with my girlfriends, and even dated periodically but there was never a real āLoveā relationship and I never went past āsecond baseā with a boy. I preferred reading and writing poetry to nights spent at the malls. I volunteered for school plays but preferred stage crew to being on stage.
College was different. I applied to the local campus, thinking I could always try another school further away if I wanted to later. Still, it was a new world. I made friends quickly with people from all over the province. We studied together and there were weekly parties at some club or apartment. I had my car paid for by summer jobs, so I was very mobile and constantly in demand. It placed me in a sort of limelight I wasnāt accustomed to.
Also, the groups talked about anything; no subject was taboo. Although I didnāt have much to add, I listened intently to others experiences. There were certainly things I would never have done but talk about sex and relationships intrigued me. On nights when my new girlfriends and I would meet to study at someoneās apartment, the talk would sometimes quickly flow from classes to boys. I was fascinated by stories of orgasms, oral sex, and horny pussies.
It was only the third month of classes when I lost my virginity. I accepted a date with an engineering student who joined our group in the College lounge once in a while. We went to the movies and stopped for pizza. He suggested we take it back to his apartment where we could listen to music. I agreed. He poured wine, put some music on, and we ate our pizza while talking about classes.
He was very handsome, in a boyish kind of way. Iāve seen him play ball hockey in the gym and I knew he had great legs. The pizza was finished and we cleaned up the mess. He changed music and sat down close to me. I was beginning to tremble. He thanked me for a wonderful night and so sweetly asked if he could kiss me. I remember blushing madly but leaned forward none the less. Our lips met and somewhere deep inside I knew that if he asked, I was going to say yes.
I jumped a little when he laid his hand on my knee and his other hand brushed across my neck and his fingers tangled themselves in my shoulder length hair. I put one hand up against his chest and felt the soft trembling of his muscles. Our heads twisted slowly as we kissed each others lips. I think I was making a small circling motion on his chest while I laid my left hand on his leg. I noticed he jumped a little bit at the touch too. His left hand was riding slowly up and down on my leg, sometimes rolling briefly over to the inside of my thighs. My own hand was traveling further up his jeans, even dragged my nails along the fabric.
He pulled back and looked into my eyes for a few moments. My breath was coming quickly from the excitement. āWould youā, he paused, ālike to get more comfortable?ā, he asked. I whispered āYesā.
He took my hand as he rose off the couch. I didnāt know if my knees would hold me but I followed his lead and we walked hand and hand into his bedroom. We stood at the side of the single bed and kissed deeply. I had to rise up only a little. Our arms circled each other and gently pressed against each other. He tilted my head to one side and brushed my hair away from my neck where he planted soft kisses. He bent his knees as he kissed lower and I let one knee press between my legs. His hands ran up and down my spine and circled round to my hips. His thumbs slipped into my waistband and ran smoothly around to the small of my back. My hands rested on his shoulder blades and pressed him against me.
He began to tug my blouse out of my slacks which encouraged me to do the same for him. We stepped back and, while looking into each others eyes, began to unbutton each otherās shirts. When our shirts were undone, I stare at his exposed chest and ran my hands over his muscles and pushed his shirt off his shoulders. He let it fall off his arms and then reached out to do the same for me. I watched how his eyes followed his hands from the rise of my bra, across my shoulders and down my arm. I circled my arms around his waist and pressed hard against him. I felt his rising bulge against my navel. I kissed his neck and shoulder while he reached around and played with the clasps of my bra. He released the hooks and drew his hands up to my shoulders where he eased the straps off. I stepped back and the bra fell to the floor. My small nipples were flushed and rising.
He leaned forward and kissed me on the lips, harder than before. His hands were on my arms, his kisses lifted my chin. His knees bent and he was kissing across my throat. His hands slid across from my arms, to lift my breasts up to his kisses. His breath on my left nipple made it rise even further to greet him. He kissed the nipple softly and spread his lips over it. Gently he suckled it, while his left thumb encircled my right nipple and he squeezed both firmly. I threw my head back and moaned. My fingers played in his short hair and across his shoulders.
He drew his attention to the now aching right breast where he flicked his tongue over the erect nipple. He swallowed this one more deeply and ran his tongue around the nipple while in his mouth. He released my breasts and his fingers traced a path down my firm stomach and he hooked his fingers into my waist band. His kisses followed the path of his fingers, stopping only to flick his tongue into my navel. I registered his momentary surprise when he found no opening in the front of my slacks, but he followed my waist band around to the back. By now he was down on one knee. He undid the clasp in the back and lowered the zipper. The touch of his fingers on the fabric of my now exposed panties from the back sent a shiver through me. Still kissing my smooth belly, he lowered my pants past my knee, where one by one, I stepped out of the legs. His hands ran up the sides of my legs, his thumbs trailing across the inside of my thighs. His kisses went lower to the waistband of my white cotton panties. I was suddenly aware how warm I was between my legs and imagined he could smell the musk of my natural perfume.
He ran his hands back over my ass and he kissed hard against my panties. His fingers hooked into the waistband on the sides and he slowly lowered them over my hips and tight ass. My pubic hair appeared over the rim of the panties and I parted my legs to allow them to slide down my legs. Once more I lifted one leg, then the other so that he could remove my cottons. I was aware of his breath against my crotch and I itched to feel his kisses.
There was no light on in the bedroom but the lamps from the livingroom played a soft glow across his shoulders and back as he lowered his other knee and leaned into my pussy. His hands ran to the backs of my legs and then up to massage my ass cheeks. He planted kisses after kisses on pussy and along the hair line to either side. I instinctively parted my legs a little more and his left hand came back around to the front. He drew his fingers through the curls and down between my legs. He felt my moistening lips and gently pressed them between his fingers. I felt his fingers part them and he ran one finger from head to ass. On the way back, he pressed harder against the opening and I felt his finger begin to slide in. But he didnāt press deeper; he had other plans.
He slowly stood up, kissing all the way. I was shaking from the effect he had on me. His hands on my shoulders, he looked deep into my eyes and gave me a quirky smile. He guided me around and eased me onto the bed in a sitting position. I donāt know if he planned to go further but I took the moment to lean forward and kiss his taught belly. There was a trace of hair curling up from his waistband. My fingernails traced a path from his hips, across his belly, till I had the button of his jeans in my hands. I deftly pushed the button through its hole and lowered the zipper. His bulge was pushing against the denim. I pushed his jeans over his hips and was careful to pull the fabric out and over the front. The motion of him stepping out of the jeans, pressed my face against his belly and I kissed it and over to one side of his hip. He had a little trouble with his socks but I leaned to one side with my face against the outside of his thigh and helped him roll the socks off. With that done, I returned my attention to the front.
Freed from at least the jeans, his cock was pushing against the front of his semi-boxers. He wore the kind that snugly fit his thighs, while leaving the crotch with more room. I pressed my mouth against the fabric and breathed out deeply on the shaft. The attention did not go unnoticed as his cock jumped and he sucked his breath in. I gently pulled the shorts off his hips. The waistband kept his cock from revealing itself until, in one swift motion, I pulled them down to his knees. The proud head jumped at its new freedom and kissed me on the cheek. We took a moment to untangle his legs from the shorts and then I set my sights on his throbbing cock. He was circumcised and the wide head was already a soft purple colour from the blood swelling inside.