I didn't lose my virginity until I was at University. Slow starter, I know. While those around me seemed intent on filling every orifice they had with everything they could find, I kept to myself, so to speak. It's not that I was totally inactive, mind you. Some of the things my mind was capable of imagining couldn't be repeated, even here. My right hand had translated countless fantasies to orgasm, releasing copious quantities of white stickiness to the open air; tissues and sheets were the only recipients of my advances.
I wasn't without desire either. I would gladly have 'done it' with anyone. Well, any girl, at least. My equipment was up to the job, my mind couldn't think about anything else. But I was shy. Around girls, anyway. I'm convinced now that I had any number of offers. I was just too stupid to recognise them.
As it happens, the night it all changed couldn't have gone better. I'd been going out with a pretty girl for the previous three months, and had been trying to think of a way to ask her. We had been to the movies with some friends this night, and had a few drinks at one of the guy's apartments afterwards. We weren't drunk or anything, but were feeling nicely relaxed. We left the apartment with the intention of getting a cab back to Sarah's room at the university, where traditionally I'd have kissed her at the door, and walked home alone from there.
Somehow I knew when we went outside that things were going to be different tonight. As we stood in the late night chill trying to flag a cab, she looked at me with what I can only describe as a twinkle in her eye, and pulled me away from the curb.
"Let's walk, Rob", she said, her voice husky in the cold air; sexy as hell.
"Walk? Bloody chilly, Sarah."
"I'll warm you up again. Promise."
"You will? What do you mean?" You see? I'm thick, right?
"You can come in and have a coffee."
"Coffee?" Oh well.
"Oh, indeed. Come on Rob. You don't want me to change my mind, do you?" The twinkle was in full force, backed up by a smile that should be patented.
"I don't think so, if you mean what I think you do."
"Yeah? Wouldn't a cab be quicker then?" She laughed happily, and dragged me along the street.
It took us about thirty minutes to get back to her room, both of us chattering as normal on one level, and both nervous as hell on another. You see, while we hadn't done anything more than some initial exploration with fingers under clothing, Sarah had told me she was a virgin, and she knew I was too. She had said she was waiting for the right guy. I'd just been waiting for the opportunity, but I couldn't have chosen a nicer girl if I'd tried. Thing was, would I know what to do? I was fairly sure of the basics, but what if I had something wrong? I assumed Sarah was pondering similar questions as she went quiet when we approached her door.
"Listen Sarah, you don't need to do this, you know."
"You don't want to?"
"Oh, God, don't think that."
"Well, I want to, too."
"Of course, stupid."
"I am, aren't I?"
"Sweet though. That makes up for it." And she unlocked the door.
I'd been in Sarah's room before, but this was different. In the past, it had been innocent. This was with intent. There wasn't much to these rooms. A narrow bed, neatly made, a built-in desk with a ghastly desk lamp thing attached, a wardrobe and drawers for her clothes. The residents had a communal coffee making area and bathrooms down the hallway, and had all their meals in a large dining room with the rest of the residents, so not much else was needed.
Carefully locking the door again behind her, Sarah turned to me, her head tilted up to stare in my eyes. "No more excuses, Rob. I assume you don't actually want the coffee?"
"Uh... not unless you do."
"Nope. I've got better plans" And as I stood there, she proceeded to remove every inch of her clothing, wriggling delightfully out of the Coke t-shirt that was slightly too tight, flinging the bra from her chest, releasing her ample breasts from confinement. It was as though once she'd made her decision, she couldn't wait any longer. As I considered this, and dropped my coat to the floor, she flicked her shoelaces open, and pushed each shoe off with the other foot, a strangely sexy act. The jeans were next, and then she stood in slinky black panties, a perfect match for her long hair in the dim light of the desk lamp. Smiling at me again, as if to say "how about that?" she bent and wriggled again, and then she was stark naked. Black panties replaced by a smaller dark thatch, a perfect arrangement of skin and hair. Every time I look at a naked woman I believe in God, at least for a while.
Maybe you will understand that during this display, I failed to remove anything more than my jacket. Suddenly I realised consciously that she really intended to go through with it, and as though I was an electric toy that had just been switched on, I burst into a flurry of activity, throwing my clothing in all directions, watched by the grinning Sarah. Down to my underwear at last, she broke the silence with a giggle.
"You know what that is."
"Yeah, but it looks funny like that."
She was talking about my erection, of course. I've never needed much encouragement for copious amounts of blood to flow between my legs. This situation was way ahead of anything I'd experienced, at least in the real world, and my excitement was readily apparent, a tent tightly formed at the conjunction of boxers and manhood.
"Here, let me take them off." She gently lifted the top of my shorts out and over the head, lowered them down my legs, and then, as I stepped from them, she put her arms around my chest, and hugged me tight, her breasts tight against me, my cock pressing against her stomach.
Somehow we stumbled to the bed without releasing our grip on one another, and fell to the mattress in the classic position, Sarah was flat on her smooth back, my body was on top of hers. Our lips were still firmly attached; our tongues busy exploring; no time or desire to speak.
Slowly we became comfortable on the bed, my hands caressing any part of her body in reach, hers reciprocating. Eventually one of my hands slid between her legs, which she willingly parted, and encouraged me to explore her most intimate parts with my fingers. Slowly sliding up toward the dark thatch, one finger dipped delicately inside her and stroked her gently, becoming more excited all the time.
Suddenly Sarah pushed me off her, and I slid to the floor, somehow finding my feet. She leapt up from the bed herself. "Stand there for a second, would you?"
I thought she'd changed her mind, until she leaned forward over the bed, displaying her pretty butt to me in the process, and pulled back the covers, exposing the clean white sheets. Leaping back on the bed and assuming the same position as before, she grinned at me again.
"Come on silly. What are you waiting for?"
"Oh, I thought..."
"No way, Rob. I want it. I want you. Just not on top of the covers. Oh, that sounds corny, doesn't it?"
"It does, but I'm glad you said it."
"Well, get back up here then."
"You bet." My erection, which had begun to subside momentarily, returned at full force, and I had to be careful as I lay back down on Sarah, and our hot skins met again.
The talk stopped for a while. We explored further, and our bodies seemed to find the right positions all by themselves. My rigid cock found itself riding up and down Sarah's drenched labia, sliding carelessly to and fro. As we both pushed a little harder, the tip of it pressed down in the only place it could. We both stopped with the tip of it nestled just outside her, and I looked her in the eyes.
"Top drawer," she whispered to me. "I got some yesterday." She almost looked guilty. "Just in case."
"You know what I like best about you, Sarah?"
"Well, it's not the condoms. But that's a close second."
It took me two tries before I sorted out exactly how to put one on. The first one ended up with an obvious tear in it from my teeth. I guess it was just as well, as the effort calmed me down a little, and we were both laughing.
I had another thought while gearing up, and figured there would never be a better time to ask. "Sarah, umm... what... what if you... you know."
"What? If I what?"
"Oh." She went bright red. "It's not likely."
"No?" I was shocked. All this time she'd insisted I was going to be her first.
"No, no, not like that. Oh, God. Hairbrush."
"I've practiced. With a hairbrush. One time I was rather energetic, and it made a bit of a mess. I don't think there's anything left."
"Is that alright?"
"It shouldn't hurt, either, I hope."
"I hope so, too."
After that, we returned to the rubbing, sliding and sighing. Eventually, my somewhat more controlled cock nestled again in the same crevice. Sarah was damp enough not to need any other assistance, and when I looked at her she nodded, smiling with what seemed to be more bravery than enthusiasm.
Perhaps I should have stopped then, pulled myself away, and given her some more time. I didn't. I looked, she nodded, and I pushed a little harder, spreading her lips, and feeling her slide tightly up either side of my latex-sheathed hardness. The tightness became more apparent, and I looked for more confirmation. I got a grunt, which my desperate body took as a green light. I thrust harder, and pushed in a little more.