College Years - the Final Part

The journey to the airport was a very silent one. The three of us had known that this day was coming. We had always known it would. As part of the Spanish Language element to my course I had to spend the first two terms of an academic year at the University of Córdoba in Spain. I had let myself be persuade by a fellow student on the same course to spend the summer in Córdoba getting to know not only the city, but Spain as well. I had never been abroad before, international travel and living was a very new, and rather frightening prospect.

We met Vivian, my fellow student, at the airport. I was relying on her to guide me through the ins and outs of air travel. Si and Sandy came in with me, handed over my suitcase and my rucksack. With tears in their eyes and a cascade of tears running down my face the three of us hugged and kissed and hugged more, offering promises of letters and postcards. There was no email back then. Finally we broke away from each other and I walked off with Vivian.

"My God!" said Viv. "That was a heart rending goodbye. Which one is your boyfriend again?"

"Oh they both are." I replied wiping my face with a tissue. Not giving a single thought to how that sounded.

"No, I mean boyfriend as in lover. Not just boy-friend."

"Yes, I know, they both are!"

"Ah! OK." was all she said, but I could feel her incredulity in that short sentence.

Luggage was checked-in and boarding cards issued. We waited drinking coffee until the Madrid flight was called. The next few hours seemed to pass with me in a bit of a daze. After our landing in Madrid and a taxi ride we finally arrived at the railway station for our train on to Córdoba. Viv´s Spanish was way more fluent than mine, she had no difficulty understanding the Spanish, nor they understanding her. I asked why she was doing this time in Córdoba when she spoke the language so well. She said that she never passed up an opportunity to go to Spain. Fair enough.

By the time we reached the hostel (hostal) where we were staying it felt like we had been traveling for days. I was exhausted, travel stained, dusty and in need of a shower, some food and a long sleep. It would be my first night in bed on my own for a very long time. It was usually the three of us together, or occasionally just two of us if one of the guys had gone away for some reason. After showering and changing Viv and I went out to find a cheap bar in which to eat and drink.

Our hostel was in the old town, very near the Mezquita, in an area called La Judería. Although touristy it was very cheap once a few streets back from the tourist places. The street where our hostal was situated was so narrow the taxi driver could only pull up a distance away and give us directions. Now of course we would just get out our smartphones and let it guide us. My first impressions were.... Oh my God! it´s so hot!

.... The food is very good, and

.... Aren't the drinks cheap!

While eating and drinking Viv had struck up a conversation with some Spaniards of our own age. She grilled them exhaustively about where the cheap places were, what the nightlife was like etc. They were a really good crowd and invited us to go with them to a disco. We were both alas just too tired. International travel had already cramped my spirit of fun. Under any other circumstances we would have gone on with them and drank and danced until dawn. But not tonight.

As Viv and I walked the short distance back to our hostal she began to question me about my relationship with Si and Sandy. I knew she had been biting her tongue until now. I guess the drink had loosened her tongue and her curiosity.

"So you and your blokes, how does that work? I mean, what do you do, go out with one of them for a week then go out with the other, or what?".

I too felt my tongue loosen and I told her that we were a threesome, we lived together, ate together, slept together and yes! We did have sex together.

"Fuck the fuck off, Tess! You mean to tell me you lot have a threeway every night? You lucky lucky bitch, I hate you!" We burst out laughing. I was rather glad that she was not appalled or shocked. I did not mention that Si and Sandy would get it on together as part of our romps in bed, I thought it might be just too much for her. Anyway, that was strictly our business.

The following night we met some of the people we had been talking to the previous night. As the bar was closing they invited us to go along to a club with them. It seemed that the discos and clubs only really open once the bars had shut. As we were walking along I began to talk to one guy. His name was Paco and he was a student too, although he also had to work in his parents grocery store during the holidays and in the evenings. He was very charming and very amusing. Once in the club we drank some more, in fact a lot more, and danced and danced. Paco and I danced quite a lot together. As night became morning I began to fade a little and I told Viv that I was going to head off back to the hostal and I would see her in the morning, or later that morning as it was gone 2am.

I had only walked a very short distance when I heard someone hurrying up behind me, I turned to see Paco. He came up to me and said he would walk me home as it was late, and although normally very safe it would be best if he did. We walked along together laughing and enjoying the relative coolness of the night air. It was not very cool really, but after the atmosphere of the club it was a welcome change.

As we were nearing my hostal I felt Paco slip his hand in mine. I looked at him and saw a wonderfully white smile on his dark face. he had long very wavy black hair, very dark eyes. Among this his smile shone out like a beacon in the night. Finally we stopped outside the door to the hostal. I fumbled in my bag for the keys (no night porter in a Spanish hostal). Paco then put his hand on the side of my face, lifting it slightly and gave me a very tender kiss on my cheek. We then looked into each others eyes and he kissed me once again, this time on my mouth. He put one hand behind my back and and pulled me closer to him, his kiss becoming more firm. I could feel the heat from his body against mine, his lips tasted rather salty. I felt a familiar tingle that told me I was enjoying his attention. He pulled me tighter into him and I wrapped my arms around him as we began to kiss with ever growing need. He then pushed my hair back over my shoulder and kissed my neck. I felt a shiver of excitement as he kissed and nibbled the nape of my neck. I felt his hand softly cup one of my breasts. His touch was electrifying through my thin blouse and lacy bra.

"No, Paco, no! Not here, not in the street!" Although it was empty, no one around I never enjoyed public petting.

"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I was carried away." he stammered, pulling back from me and releasing me.

"I didn't say stop, I just said NOT here."

"Then where?" he said laughing nervously. Obviously a little confused.

"Well, just not here. Not when I have a perfectly good bed up in my room." A cheeky seductive edge to my voice. He fell silent. I unlocked the door, stepped inside. He just stood there, on the threshold looking bemused. I took his hand and led him inside and closed the door quietly. He seemed almost reluctant to take another step.

"Come on, let´s go up to my room."

"Really, are you serious?"

"Yes I am serious, aren't you?" He just nodded.

I led him up to my room, unlocked the door and led him inside. I switched on the bedside light. The bulb was so dim it hardly made any difference. His ability to lead, to set the pace that he had shown outside in the street seemed to have fled him.

I stepped up to him, put my arms around his waist and pulled him towards me, looking into his eyes I kissed his mouth. I noticed that his shirt was sticking to his body he was sweating so much. We began kissing with a bit more passion and haste. I could feel the shape of his lithe fit body under his dampened tee shirt. I let my hands drift down his back finding a very firm ass held tightly in his chinos. I gave his sexy ass a squeeze at which he let out a tender little moan. Pulling his tee shirt up a little I slipped my hands up his back. I could tell that he was not unused to lifting and carrying heavy things. I lifted his tee shirt further and he raised his arms to allow me to take it off. He had a very nicely formed chest, not too muscled, but firm and tight.

"Wouldn't you like to take my blouse off, Paco?" I whispered in a surprisingly husky voice. Again he just nodded and gave a slight sound that seemed to be an amalgam of a gasp, a hum and a little squeak. We were kissing as he fumbled with the buttons of my blouse, eventually slipping it from my shoulders. He seemed to recover some of his mojo and pulling me close once again kissed me with a greater passion and again cupped one of my breasts softly in his hand. As he moved his hand slowly around my breast my nipple began to zing through the lacy fabric of my bra.

I lowered my hand down to the front of his chinos. His arousal obvious. As I let my hand grip and caress his bulge he began to nibble my neck. The combination of his nibbles and the gentle movement of his hand on my breast sent that oh-so-familiar signal from between my legs up to my brain, the signal that said "You really need to fuck!" I popped the button on the waistband of his trousers and stepped backwards to the bed. As we lay together across the bed, kissing wildly I unzipped him. Slipping my hand down inside his trouser it became apparent that there was very little space in there that was not occupied. I felt him reach around to undo my bra.

"Paco, this one opens at the front." Demonstrating I let my bra fall open, giving him unfettered access. I lay on my back, Paco kissing and sucking my nipples sent waves of delight through me. Again I slipped my hand down to his crotch. Stroking and caressing his bulge that lay still encased in his trousers. We just lay there kissing with urgent passion. I was enjoying what he was doing, but the signal was getting louder, getting much more urgent. I reached down and popped the button on my jeans and slid down the zipper. I was still not sure if Paco was the most patient man in the world and enjoying stringing me along or..... he was still unsure of what to do and when. I realised that it was time to take charge.

"Mmmmmm yeah, Paco, lets get naked!" Again the nod, the strange whimper. But very quickly we were naked. Naked that is apart from Paco's underpants. Once again laying on my back Paco kissed my mouth, my neck and then began giving my breasts the attention they were screaming for. His mouth and tongue pleasuring me. his hand cupping my other breast. I was by now eager for more stimulation. Taking the lead once more I took his hand and placed it on my mons, where he left it. I again gave direction and moved his hand to between my legs. Making sure he made contact with my rather moist pussy. Message received, though perhaps not fully understood. He started to finger me, not an unpleasant thing, but my clit was by now throbbing!

"Mmmmm that's good babes, very good, but tease my clit for me. I love that."

At that exact second, he stopped kissing my nipples, stopped fingering me and just lay there.... frozen. Oh my God! I thought. He doesn't know how to locate a clitoris!

Slowly I guided his fingers to my clitoris and circled them around that willing little button. Now somewhat relieved he returned his attention to my breasts as he very tenderly pleasured my clit. Oh yes! That was what I wanted. Oh this was really good. As he was doing so well I began to relax more and lay there enjoying this.

I gave him encouragement by saying things like "Oh yes! That's soooo good!" My hand now down the front of his underpants, my fingers cradling his very hard cock. I could feel its hardness, it's thickness and that very nice tight bush of hair at the base. Feeling his very ample cock I began to feel an orgasm building and growing. With the guys back home I had become used to being given an extended period of foreplay, being taken up to the point of orgasm, then allowed to ease back from it only to be taken back there again and again. I knew that that was not going to happen here.

"Oh yeah c'mon fuck me, fuck me!" I gasped.

"I'll turn the light off."

"No! Just fuck me!"

Finally he pulled off his pants and I saw his rigid cock for the first time. For me at least it is vital to see a cock before it slips inside me. Feeling it is one thing, seeing it is quite another.

Paco rolled over on top of me and made a couple of misjudged attempts at penetrating me. I took his cock in my hand and guided it to my entrance.

"Now push, ease it inside, nice and slowly." And that he certainly did. The heavenly sensations of my tight wet pussy giving way to his nice thick cock surged through me. Deeper and deeper he penetrated me. I felt his dark bush against the smoothness of my labia. Feeling his girth stretching me slightly, feeling my tightness surrounding his shaft. No further instruction was needed, he had taken up a very delightful rhythm. Entering me and withdrawing then re-entering, giving me his full length with an ease and delicacy that finally answered my body's call for sexual pleasure. I could feel the sweat from our bodies merging as we fucked. I could taste the salt on his shoulders as he pushed again and again.

"Oh no! I'm going to cum!" he cried. I quickly wrapped my legs around him pulling him into me.

"Don't stop! For fucks sake don't stop!"

I felt him thrust really hard, really deep. I heard him cry out with orgasmic pleasure as he drove his cock ever harder into me. I love it when a man cums inside me. It has the effect of sending me head long into an orgasm. he continued to give me more thrusts and out of nowhere my orgasm came crashing through me. I felt my pussy tighten around his cock, and so did he!

We lay there, gasping for breath, sweat pouring from us. Finally he withdrew his cock and I felt his creamy seed ooze from me. We lay together, exchanging kisses and stroking each other.

We lay in sexual bliss for some time, not very long but long enough for us to recover our composure. He asked me if I was ok. I told him I was. He then told me that it had been his first time. I almost said, "Really, you are kidding me!" but of course I didn't. I just reiterated that I was pleased with his efforts.

He then ran his fingertips very softly over my nipples and said "You have such amazing tits! I love the shape of them, how firm they are."

"Thanks, and I must say you have a gorgeously sexy ass. I love it's firmness and that wonderful coating of hair on your buttocks. Mmmmmm very sexy!"

I ran my fingers down his chest as he stroked my nipples. Down his tummy. Then my fingers suddenly met the head of his fully erect cock. Fuck! He had regained that erection quickly! He planted a kiss on my mouth and rolled over on top of me once again. He looked into my eyes and just said "Yes?" This time it was I that just nodded. He eased himself into position again, this time having no difficulty at all in finding his target. No difficulty at all!

We fucked with total abandon. He crept out of my room to hopefully get home before his parents were awake. In the short time we had known each other I had taken his virginity and given him his first blow job! Pretty good start for new International Relations I thought. I realised that for young people in Spain it was not easy. There was little money and just about all of them still lived at home with parents and grandparents. And it was still very much a Catholic upbringing that they received. No much chance for intimate relationships.

When Viv and I met to go and have breakfast she said that I had wasted no time. Asking what she meant she just said that the walls between our rooms were very thin and certainly not soundproof. It turned out that her overnight guest returning from the bathroom down the corridor had seen Paco tip-toeing down the stairs.

Our plans to travel around Andalucía getting to know this amazing part of Spain soon fell by the wayside. We were having too much fun. Viv had a regular boyfriend as also did I. Paco became a welcome visitor. We would meet at the hostal before going out. This meant that he could get home at a reasonable hour.

One evening Paco and I lay in bed enjoying the afterglow of our now frantic fucking. He asked me if I would like to go with him and some friends out into the countryside (el campo) for the weekend. It turned out that one of his friends family owned a remote old farm house (cortijo), and that his friend was charged with the maintenance of the place. None of the older members of the family ever went up there, but none of them had any desire to sell it or even use it. I agreed eagerly. Paco said that Viv would be being invited by her boyfriend too.

When Friday evening came we all met at a bar. Shortly afterwards a very old, very decrepit Citroën panel van pulled up. Four young men and a woman got out. We all had a few beers and introduced ourselves. The woman, Lucía was a few years older than us and she was with one of the four guys who were Mingo, Edu, Alejo and Nando. All the guys were our age. We all clambered into the van. Apart from the front, there were no seats. We just found room on the floor among boxes of food and crates of bottles. These bottles it turned out were full of homemade wine, each containing about 2 litres of deep red, almost brown liquid.

We set off in a cloud of black smoke from the van's exhaust. We drove north from the city up into the hills. Turning off the road we then drove up and up through olive groves and wooded hillsides. Higher and higher we drove, at a very slow pace. The dirt track was very bumpy and it made for a very uncomfortable ride. Eventually we reached the farmhouse. It was a single storey building. Evidently quite old. The double door giving entry to the place looked like something from the film El Cid. Inside there was a big table and plenty of chairs. All of them were made of turned wood with a woven rush seat. The windows had shutters but no glass. Electricity was conspicuous by its absence. There was just one big room inside. There was however, a door at the far end. Opening it I found what was either an old goat shed or a stable. And I thought farmhouses in west Wales were primitive.

We all unloaded the van, food bottles and all. Lucía had brought along a rather old cast iron cooking pot with a lid. It looked like a witches cauldron. There was a big inglenook fireplace in one corner in which one of the guys soon had a fire going. Not that it was cold, but it was the only means of cooking. I was reminded of Si's cottage back in England. The stable/goat shed narrowed at one end. Fixed between the walls was a broad plank of wood with a hole cut in it and a bucket with a lid underneath. The roll of toilet paper informed everyone what this was.... our bathroom! In another corner of the big single room was a pile of straw filled mattresses and blankets. Obviously our sleeping accommodation.

As it was now getting dark oil lanterns were lit giving a soft light to our rough and ready weekend retreat. Lucía served up a wonderful bean stew. Very little meat in it and most of that was still on little bits of bone along with rich spicy red sausage pieces. Basic peasant food but oh my God! it was absolutely delicious! After eating we all sat outside on whatever we could find, drinking the amazing homemade wine. Viv and her boyfriend, German, Paco and I and Lucía and one of the guys sat around drinking and talking while the other guys went off. I asked where they had gone. I was told that they had gone to shower. Shower! We had a shower? Well not exactly I was told. There was a water pump over an old water trough. The guys would fill it with cold water from the pump and take turns to bathe.