[MF] First time sharing a bed at her University

When I was 18 my on and off girlfriend moved South to study at Oxford University. We had reunited and gotten together again the very night before she left. We had stayed out very late and in the early light of morning I had confessed my love for her. She would be away for eight or nine weeks at a time. She was very hard working and at that time of her life, she was torn between wanting to have fun and explore her sexuality but also studying very very hard indeed.

Her name was Anna and she was a flirty and fun girl. With strawberry blonde hair, incredible eyes and a firm athletic body she definitely turned a lot of heads.

We didn’t get that much time together. It was mostly a lot of passionate kissing, and touching over our clothes. She had no problems about letting me undress her in public places, and I think that letting me unbutton her blouse or pull down her dress exposing her lingerie beneath turned her on and made her feel naughty. Her Dad didn’t like me much and figured I was a distraction that she didn’t need.

She’d been away a few months when she has suggested that maybe I’d like to come and stay with her for the weekend. She was a little older than me. I was still studying for another year before I’d leave for University. I figured there was no way that my parents would let me travel to see her. It was a long way to drive and my parents weren’t that involved in that side of my life. I did mention it to my Mum whilst we were out walking our family dog one day. She felt that I had to go, it was a once in a lifetime opportunity and she thought it would be a good experience for me. I think what she was thinking and what I was thinking were two different things!

The weekend soon arrived and after a day of studying my Mum dropped me at the local train station. At that time in my life I hadn’t travelled that much, so his felt like a big deal. It was a Friday evening and the train was packed. I arrived at Oxford at around half past seven. And as usual, my girlfriend was late. There were no mobile phones back then. I had no idea where she was. She arrived twenty minutes late and by that time I was alone and sitting on the steps of the station. I was relived to see her and she looked really good. She wore navy blue suede flat shoes, dark blue tights and a tight red skirt. She had a floral blouse and a light suede jacket. Her hair was up, she was wearing nice tear drop earrings and her lips were bright red.

I knew she had a lot going on in her life and I wasn’t sure if she was truly glad that I had come to see her. Maybe she was nervous as this was going to be the first time that we’d be truly alone with no parents around and no-one to interrupt us.

We went for food at Pizza Hut. Again, this is close to thirty years ago now and chains like Pizza Hut were still relatively new and unique. I gave her some presents I’d bought for her, a scarf and some CD’s that I’d chosen for her.

We walked slowly through the chilly November air back to her college. It was quite a long walk and I did have a feeling that she was sort of delaying getting back to her room. But she was warming up to having me around and I think she appreciated the attention she was getting.

Her college, like almost all of the Oxford colleges, was very old but her room was in a slightly more modern section at one far side. You walked outside under a long covered section of walkway, then up a tiny staircase. Her room was on the first floor. I was shaped like a section of pie. You entered at the narrowest point and it opened out. The far wall of the room was one huge sheet of glass.

All of her friends has known I was coming to visit and shortly after we got back to her room, a few came over to say hello. There was Suzy who lived in the room opposite, and Janet, a tomboy eque looking girl who lived in the block opposite.

Soon it was time for bed. Looking back I think I was a bit apprehensive about sharing her bed, much as I wanted to. I knew that sex wasn’t going to be on the table. Like me she was terrified of teenage pregnancy. That would have meant the end of everything she’d worked so hard for. I knew she was really curious but I didn’t think either of us was ready really.

The first night we were both a bit nervous. It had been a long day for her and a long journey for me. Her room had a small sink and the bathroom was just outside the door. She went to get changed. I stripped down to a T-shirt and boxer shorts. It turned the lights down and drew the curtains. She came back already changed into a simple pair of pink cotton pyjamas. I could see she had taken her bra off as her nipples were clearly visible through the cotton material and she was wearing a silky pair of knickers beneath her bottoms.

We had a good long kiss and a cuddle and did a lot of talking. Neither of us initiated anything really. And so we both went to sleep curled up with each other, in what was quite a small single bed. I remember feeling very hard at the feeling of having so close to me and I think she must have noticed my hardness a few times.

I was very turned on at finally being able to share a bed with her. I think she was excited too, but we fell asleep curled up with each other and that was that. Looking back on this night decades later and knowing what I know now I think she would have responded if I had made the first move on her.

The day was a brisk Autumn day and we spent the day shopping in Oxford. She showed me around her college, introduced me to all of her friends and we spent hours trawling around every record shop in the City looking for a particular record that was in the charts on CD Single format.

In the evening we went for food in a busy Pub and had several rounds of drinks. It was busy and bustling and crowded and she was in a really good mood. We left just before time was called and staggered back to College arm in arm. We shared some passionate kisses in the moonlight at a few places on the way back.

Like the previous night she went to the nearby bathroom to change. This time she emerged wearing a thigh length cotton nightshirt, which had a sort of V neck exposing her milky white cleavage. I thought her breasts had clearly gotten bigger since the last time I’d seen her. She was easily a good C cup now. I undressed down to a T-shirt and boxer shorts.

As it was going to be the second night ever we were sharing a bed together, I could tell she was feeling a little shy. She quickly turned the lights out. One side of her room was sloping glass. She left the curtains open and moonlight flooded half of the room.

This time we both knew things would be different. We settled down onto the bed. Our kissing was intense and passionate. Her breathing was more heightened. As I moved my hands to cup both of her breasts, lifting them slightly and feeling the shape of each breast through the plain cotton matterial, she tugged my shirt up. I lifted my arms so she could remove it over my head. I placed my head into her cleavage and kissed it all over. She straddled me and she ground against my hard cock gently. She began to make a light gasping sound. The tip of my cock was stretching the fabric of my shorts. It was rubbing against her lips and she opened her legs a little. I wanted to kiss her bare breasts.

I’d previously only kissed them one at a time and she was always partially clothed. I lifted her shirt and she undid the top button and lifted it off. I was right she was a big C cup now. Her breasts were incredible. I felt she was finally letting herself go with me and be lost in the heat of the moment. The moonlight illuminated her bare breasts, revealing them properly to me for the first time. I sucked on one and then the other. As I sucked on each nipple her hands were rubbing the length of my cock through my shorts. As I cupped her right breast with my left hand my right hand went between her legs feeling her warmth through her knickers.

As I prodded and fingered her slit slowly, she grabbed my hand and pulled it away.

“It’s the wrong time of the month for to be able to do things to me” she said. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t be doing things to you!” And with that she changed position slightly.

She sat up on her knees. She tugged me toward her using the waistband of my boxers. With one motion she pulled my shorts down. My erect cock sprang upwards. She reached down for it gently with both hands and began to slowly wank me. The feeling was incredible. My cock felt like it was the stiffest it had ever been. My foreskin was stretched back over the tip. I was swollen and stiff as a rock in her hands.

She’d stroked me many times before, but we’d always been interrupted so she’d never had the chance to finish me off. That was always something I took care of later. We were both excited, breathless and caught up in the passion of the moment. She was wanking me beautifully, alternating with both hands, and changing speed between short quick stroke with a slight upward bias and longer slower strokes.

I had my right palm cupping the gusset of her knickers and I rubbed her as I feasted on her cleavage, nipples and neck. I was bucking my hips slightly with each of her firm strokes and I could feel her pushing into the palm of my hands with her warmth and her wetness.

It was a really incredible experience and suddenly I was close to coming. I told her I was getting closer. She thrust her tongue into my mouth and began kissing me forcefully. And she increased the rhythm on my hands. With a loud cry I ejaculated and shot rope after rope of come. My fluid shot all over her hands and arms, up over her stomach and all over the waistband of her knickers. I also shot a lot over the bedsheets as well.

It was a very powerful orgasm for me and I was totally exhausted by it. Anna was fascinated by it and all of a sudden was every more turned on in the moment.

There she was, topless and covered in come. Come that she has made happen. And no-one around to disturb us,

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