[MF] Uni-days: Losing my card to a Lesbian

2nd Story coming right up of my adventures at Uni. Had a bit of a shit time writing up a literature review tonight so gonna blow off some steam writing this. Bit of back story to this of my gormless self so if you want the sex just head to the ********.

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Growing up I was a massive nerd! Low self esteem, few friends, bullied, a stutter and zero sexual experience (Hope you get the idea…). My first University I went to for a year was a shitshow, made few friends and didn’t get any experience at all except from a job towards the end promoting clubs where I gained the confidence to talk to people. I managed to get into a better uni the next year, with an idea of how I wanted life to go.

First year was a dead-end except for a first kiss and I went into Second year with determination. I was slowly gaining popularity after being a rep in the first few weeks of the year and with my rep team egging me on and slowly changing me into the confident young man I am today.

I couldn’t tell you how many close calls I had to finally losing it. Either stories of me being cockblocked by drunk Exes calling the girls when we were just about to get down to business…. or that one time I fell asleep going down on a lass…. or the times I was too drunk to function. It was often joked about with my mates that if there was any ridiculous story on campus, I was somehow involved and no one would believe them until they were a part of one.

So it comes to halfway through the year as I blunder about. The weather had taken a turn for the better and without any assignments due I was spending most days in the park daydrinking with half of the uni campus. Being heavily on it this particular day (Had a date the day before that friendzoned me hard over text), my housemates invited me to join them for a night out in town with a few of their mates and I can tell you, innocent minded me had no idea what was going to go down.

We get to predrinks already a bit steaming, having a laugh outside with everyone and I notice a cute little shortie paying a bit more attention to me. Meg, probably about a 5ft nuffin raven-haired lesbian with a slim body, a slight ass and small tits, had spent most of pres talking to me. She’d bitched about her girlfriend who had told her they weren’t exclusive yet for a bit of time and we joked about whilst we drank away.

As we get going to the club, Meg stuck by me for the majority of the walk as we nattered away. Even through the queue inside and she drags me away from everyone because she knows one of the bars will be quieter…. which it ended up not being.

Meg began what must have been a cleverly thought out plan for herself as we queued for a few drinks, I was eager to get to the front for some tequila but she had other ideas. Standing right in front of me she begins to grind her arse on me and shoves my hand down her pants. Now…. for me who had never fingered a lass at the bar or in public I was a bit shocked and didn’t know what to do till she turned around and tells me she’s got more booze at her house which I eagerly agree too because free booze is the best booze (Oblivious despite her basically having runway lights to her pussy).

We start making our way back to hers hand in hand when she pipes up. “You’re a virgin aren’t you?”

“Yeah. I am but who cares?” Oblivious me strikes again.

That’s when things start clicking into place and I become increasingly nervous as we carry on walking the rest of the way. She could tell I was getting a bit jittery and offered me a glass of water when we get in before we made our way up to her room.

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Meg locked the door before turning and pouncing on me like a small cat, going from 0 to 100 making out hard as I carried her to the double bed.

She felt my growing cock through my jeans as I took off her shirt, “We’re going to have to go slowly with that thing.” She commented as my hands began to explore her petite everything. It was a confidence boost for me because at best I’m 5″ on a good day and always have been embarrassed.

I take off her shorts and rather shitly try to finger her before she stops me. “Jeez, let me just sort you out and then I’ll teach you.” She pipes up before stripping my boxers off and taking me in her mouth to lube me up a little before gasping for air and grabbing her bottle of lube from a drawer. “We’re going to need all the help we can get…” She carried on. I was too dumbstruck by everything to really contribute much in conversation except for the occasional word or two.

Positioning the head of my heavily lubed cock at her entrance, Meg braced herself above me as she slid the tip into her waiting pussy at a slow rate. I was too focused on not fucking up and the feeling of myself slowly entering her tighter than a vice hole to notice her face until I was balls deep. Her face was scrunched up in pain as she slowly got used to the feeling of me in her.

She began to slowly grind herself on my body as we slowly got into the groove, occasional comments of what to do with my hands (Play with her nipples, grab her hips, etc etc.) and how it was feeling better and better over time. She kept control though, slowly putting me through the motions of everything as she took my Virginity finally. (Thanks Meg, you really are a star!).

As she lifted herself off of me, with a sigh of relief after 20 minutes of slowly riding me. She says to me, “Now it’s your turn to sort me out. I’m not having that shit attempt from before so listen to what I say.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” I say giving a salute as I take the piss. Earning myself a facepalm.

Slowly, over the next two hours she taught me what must have been the Lesbian’s handbook to sorting out a lass. The tips and tricks she gave me I still use nowadays, much to the annoyance of my own housemates or the girl’s for being too loud.

We started off with kissing, where to kiss girl’s necks, shoulders, boobs, with a bit of hair pulling, with a bit of teeth. Then how to play with a girls boobs without looking like a kitten with a ball of string. We slowly migrated through the motions of everything as I learnt how to properly choke a girl and not kill her off. And then down to the pussy. Teaching me about sorting out a girl’s clit and how to lick out a girl so she’s screaming down the walls. Meg even taught me several ways to use my fingers and not just on the G-spot. My personal favourites being to slowly tease just outside of the labia but not on it and the crowd pleasing fingerfucking against the bottom wall of her pussy.

It ended 4 hours later, both of us sore and sweaty in the early hours of the morning. She kicked me out, testifying to wanting the bed to herself and I headed off for a well deserved victory Kebab.

Honestly, without Meg being my tutor for the night I would probably be as hopeless as a virgin till this day. And that is how I finally lost it, any comments and criticism on my writing style are appreciated and if you want to hear more of my ups and downs at uni I’m more than happy post.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/guwqn8/mf_unidays_losing_my_card_to_a_lesbian