Where it happened: Her Dorm
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 6
Category: Straight
AFTER THE EXAMS
It had been such a long time coming. For five months I had pursuedWendy. If I knew then what I know now things might have been different,but then I was only an 18 year old student, away from home for the firsttime, and I was unskilled in the art of loving, and it was over 4 monthstill we first kissed. Wendy was so shy, and, to be honest, so was I.From that first kiss, we had slowly gone further, caress by caress,usually pretending to be playing – tickling was my favourite. Then, astoday, I had a very sensitive stomach, and one touch from Wendy was enough to send me skywards. We started wearing shorts, so we couldtickle each other’s legs also. It was a real voyage of discovery,something I’ll never forget. We gradually became more intimate, and Ihad to work hard at covering my arousal. Kisses will never be as sweetagain. We explored each other, never going too far, both unsure of thelimits.Wendy was also 18, the youngest daughter in her family, and painfullyshy. Although she was one of the most beautiful girls I will ever meet,as well as one of the cleverest, she always walked as if she was tryingto conceal her height and her face. There was something about her thatappealed to me in every way. She had a great figure, and could have beena model, with beautiful bouncy breasts that only 18-year-old girls have,not small but not overly large. Slim, with curly blonde hair, she was myfantasy girl made real. There was always a pleasant fragrance, and tothis day that airy smell which seemed to surround her brings backintense memories to me.It was exam time, and we were working hard at the same time. But theexams went by, and soon the end was in sight. I remember the butterflies in my stomach when I suggested that we should sleep in the same room thenight the exams finished, butterflies which all started flying fasterwhen Wendy agreed.As time approached I found myself anticipating the pleasures to come more and more. I wasn’t really expecting to do anything, but just theprospect of holding her close through the night was desperately excitingto me. Even during the exam, I found myself thinking so much about thenight to come rather than the maths which I should have beenconcentrating on. It was with elation that I arose from the desk tocycle back to the halls of residence. Dinner that evening in the dininghall went so slow. As usual we were sitting in the group of our friends.Dinner was the usual, very unexciting meal that you might get in anyEnglish University on a tight budget.After dinner, we went back to someone’s room, and just talked for hours,I can’t remember about what, but I was just wishing the clock to go asquickly as possible. Finally, people started drifting off to sleep, andWendy and I went off to our own rooms as arranged. About 30 minuteslater (probably the longest half an hour ever), I crept upstairs to thegirls corridor, with my pyjamas hidden in a cardboard box, and knockedsoftly on Wendy’s door. After what seemed like another 30 minutes, butwas probably only a few seconds, she opened it. She was fully clothed (Ihadn’t expected anything else), but was wearing the grey jumper withthin blue stripes that always showed her figure so well. My heart wasbeating fast as I entered the room, Wendy giggling about the cardboardbox concealing my pyjamas. We sat on the bed together, and kissed for awhile, talking quietly over the events of the day.After a while, there was a pause, and I suggested that we should sleep.Wendy agreed, and she went off to the bathroom, leaving me alone in herbedroom for the first time. I had an intense feeling of satisfactionover everything, and I was almost too frightened to move in case I wokeup and it was all a dream. When she came back, we changed, I into justmy pyjama top, mainly to hide the spots that scarred my back at thatage, taking care to fold my clothes neatly, something I never normallydid. I sat on the floor as Wendy changed into her nightie, with me facing away, my mind imagining the delight behind me. I was actuallyshaking with nerves. When she was finally in her nightie, she took offher bra and panties while showing nothing, an action which incrediblyimpressed and excited me. In just a minute or so, I would be in bed withher, only a thin piece of material separating us. The light was switchedoff, and we both got into the single bed, her continental quilt makingthings much easier than it would have been with my University issuesheets. Finally we were in bed, with her head nestling on my shoulder.It was a moment that I wished I could have frozen forever, a situationthat I had dreamed about for so long, and did not disappoint when itarrived. Oh Wendy, if only you knew how much I loved you then. After a while we shifted position, so we could kiss better. With mypyjama top unbuttoned, it was easy for Wendy to move her hands lightlyover my stomach, sending me crazy with her touch. Wendy’s nightie wasmuch more frustrating for me, as its length denied me the sameopportunity. I was able to move my hands freely up her legs, whichalways had a similar effect on her, while the knowledge that her baresex was just inches from my touch was almost too much to bear.After a while, things were becoming too unfair. She had open access tomy body for tickling, but her nightie was in my way. I pushed my handfurther up, brushing her skin lightly, causing her to breathe in sharplyas I did so, then pushing up further till I had rucked her nightie uppast her hips so I could caress her stomach. It was wonderful, feelingher heat against me, having the freedom to let my hands wander much further than trousers would normally allow. My hands reached up to justunder the curve of her breasts, and down to her legs, always being verycareful not to touch anything that was forbidden, in case it would causethis fantasy to end. My heart was thumping so loud I’m surprised thatshe couldn’t hear it, and I was sporting an erection that she must havebeen aware of, pressing against her thigh hand continued to wander, lost in the experience, allowing my hand to run down close to her thighs, feeling the bones of her pelvis andrunning my fingers along the ridges until they almost touched her, onlyto pull back. Looking, back, my own hesitation was probably veryarousing to her, coming so close, then pulling away, and she may nothave let me go as far otherwise.”You can go lower”, she breathed, as my hand swept over her lowerstomach, much lower than I had ever dared to go before. I hardly daredto breathe now, the arm I was leaning aching, but not wanting to move lest the moment was lost. I followed the line of her thigh joint down,still not daring to go too far. “Please – you can go lower”, she insisted, as I started to feel the very first hairs with my fingertips,tracing the outline of her pubic area with my caresses. “Please golower,” she practically begged me.I couldn’t. It was too much, and I was just too scared, and it wasincredible regret I told her I couldn’t. We relaxed for a while justholding each other, not able to sleep but unsure how to continue. Iasked her to take the nightie off using the excuse that it was uncomfortable for me, and she nodded, and pulled the nightie over herhead, the material was tight around her breasts, and she struggled toremove it. It was with a sense of complete wonder that I watched as themoonlight entering through the curtains allowed me to see her body, withits milky white skin, and the vaguely darker outline of her nipples. Iwas truly in heaven.We lay down, her head nestled on my shoulder again, with the feeling ofher breasts now pressing against my body, and of her downy hair touchingagainst my thigh not allowing my mind any rest from the sensations thatwere assaulting me. Simply the feeling of skin against skin was toomuch, and after a few minutes I started caressing her body again,drawing sighs from her.Wendy was lying on her back, her legs together, her right hand around myneck, while I was propped up on my left arm, caressing her with myright. Her stomach again started receiving my attention, occasionallysweeping down to her legs, always causing a sharp intake of breath as Ipassed that forbidden area. Back at her stomach, moving up to the softcurves of her breasts, I summoned every ounce of daring I had, and kepton moving up the slope and started circling the summit, until I finallyreached the nipple, holding my breath and expecting some trouble for having done something wrong. Wendy actually started breathing deeper andeasier, perhaps for her the anticipation was worse. I kissed her as Irubbed her nipple gently, and as she responded I knew I was in notrouble, my hand moving slowly over to the other breast.After a few moments, she pushed me away, and I thought then that I wasin trouble, but I heard her say “Please – I don’t want to go all theway”. I thought for a moment, and said, “I do have a contraceptive”, butshe looked at me again, and said “Yes, but I don’t want to go all theway now”. In some ways it was disappointing, but I had never expectedeven this, and of course I assured her that I wouldn’t do anything.We kissed again, my hand reaching back up to caress her breasts, herbreathing becoming deeper again. My hand moved slowly across to herother breast, reaching her nipple. Something felt wrong, and in myexcitement I couldn’t work out what. Wendy stopped me, “Its a mole”, shesaid, the tone of her voice showing that she was somewhat embarrassedabout it. I was mortified, and it was a while before I had the courageto start caressing the real thing again. This time I lowered my head, and started kissing her nipple at the same time, which seemed to exciteher, so I continued gently kissing her while stroking the other nipple hand left her left breast and started wandering down to her stomach,taking care to take my time, and not rush down as my mind was urging me.I ran my hand lazily over her pelvic bones and thighs, nearly reachingher then moving away, then repeating the performance from another angle.I could tell from her breathing that this was affecting her greatly.After what seemed like ages, I started tracing the outline of her silkenhair, feeling the hair gently under my fingers, and slowly going lower,the hair getting thicker, and Wendy’s breathing becoming more ragged. I took my head from her breast and placed my lips on hers, wanting togauge her reaction as I made the final move. My fingers found the faintsign of the top of her womanhood, and moved ever so gently down. I feltWendy groan slightly, and her legs parted, almost of their own accord,allowing my fingers to descend further, until I felt fleshy lips and alot of stickiness. She was soaked, and not making any attempt to returnmy kisses, as my fingers felt a real woman for the first time, notreally knowing what to do now. “Lower” she said, and I obeyed, my fingermaking a small circular motion, and she guided me to the spot, where Ifelt a small something under my fingers, which I only realised latermust have been her clitoris. It didn’t take long, Wendy’s breathbecoming more uneven, my erection rubbing against her thigh, until shestarted shuddering in my arms. I’d never seen anyone orgasm before, andalthough I knew what was happening, I couldn’t help wondering if thiswas normal. She calmed down after a minute or so, and took my hand, andwe lay there in the moonlight, unable to find words for what had justhappened.”I love you”, she murmured eventually. I don’t know what time it was,but I was feeling anything but sleepy. We kissed again, still in thesame position, with me propped on my elbow, which was becoming more andmore uncomfortable. I decided I had to move, and feeling emboldened bywhat had happened, I moved gently on top of her, being very careful notto lean on her. I found myself in a much more comfortable position, myarms on either side of her, her nipples pressing against my chest, andamazing to me, her legs still spread, with me in between. I was veryaware of my position, and made sure that my erection was not too low. Wekissed more, and I marvelled at feeling my manhood against her. Her armscame up around me, and feeling daring I started rocking back and forthgently, wondering what her reaction would be. I was supremely gratefulto find her kissing me harder, but mindful of that fact that she hadasked not to go “all the way”, I was careful not to go too far.Our kissing became more urgent, and somewhere in my brain, a small voicewas telling me to keep going lower and lower. I started to feel dampnessagainst the tip of my penis, telling me I was very close. Wendy wasstill kissing me hard. I let the tip of my now rock hard erection brushthe length of her, and getting no bad reaction, I continued rubbing upand down. Any thought of using a contraceptive was gone; I just had tokeep going. I started increasing the pressure against her slit, Wendy’sbreathing telling me I was OK, until I felt something change, andinstead of pushing up, I was pushing in slightly. Wendy gasped, as myrocking motion worked me slowly inside. Soon I was inside her some way,dimly aware that we were actually “going all the way” now, but unable tostopI knew that you were supposed to be gentle, and it could hurt for a girlthe first time, so I was holding back, trying not to be too rough. As Ipushed a little deeper, I felt some greater resistance. I pushed alittle harder, and then on the second try, Wendy gasped again, and I felt something give as I slid deeper into her. I stopped for a while forher to recover, but she didn’t seem to be in pain, so I startedthrusting again. Wendy was lost, just moaning “yes, yes”, as I keptthrusting. Finally I pushed until I was fully buried, and stopped insurprise at the situation. “Are you alright” I asked, almost afraid tospeak, but she simply kissed me again.I started rocking back and forth again, Wendy sighing, the feelingsincredible. I was wondering if I should pull out before I came, but asthe feelings started building in me, instinct took over. I felt thepressure building up and up, and suddenly, taking me by surprise, I was spurting deep inside her, unable to think of anything.We drifted back to reality slowly, Wendy kissing me, and neither of useven thinking about the possible pregnancy, just the feelings we hadboth experienced. Five minutes later, still hard inside her (oh to beeighteen again), I started moving again, this time successfully bringWendy to a climax before spending deep inside her again.We made love 5 times that night, the last in time in the morning, withthe early morning sunlight flooding the room, and Wendy’s beautiful bodyin clear view. Finally we had to get up, around 10 o’clock, neither ofus with any lectures to attend, and spent the day in each other’s arms.Wendy and I drifted apart later, but I’ll never forget the experience wehad that night, one of those few moments in life that you remember witha mixture of clarity and confusion. And to this day, anything thatreminds me of the soft smell of her room is enough to send me back tothat time of innocence and exploration. I will never forget.
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