[MF] My (21) first times with a girl (21) at university

First times with a girl I met at University. For sex go to *******************

When I was in my final year at university in 2001, I directed a female choir for a concert. When the concert was over, one of the girls in the choir sent around a circular email saying she had a ticket for the theatre. I happened to be sitting opposite her in the computer room (this was 2001), read the email, and told her I’d go. We were both 21, she as about 5’8”, dark brown hair that hung in shoulder-length ringlets around her, hazel eyes that were dark like pools that you could get lost in. I was better looking than I am now, but still inexperienced.

This was the start of a very ill-advised romance. She had a boyfriend, who had just graduated and had gone to China to teach English. I had a girlfriend who was at another university. So we should have seen the danger and avoided it. But instead we got drunk one night, kissed, spent the night together but didn’t get further than touching. We both decided it was a bad idea and we decided to chalk it up to a mistake. The next day told my girlfriend and she called it off. I was upset, she came and comforted me, and we started a pattern that continued for the rest of term.

For the next eight weeks, we oscillated between ‘being friends’, kissing, and calling it off. She wouldn’t tell her boyfriend and was due to travel to China at the end of the term to see him. We’d occasionally spend the night together, usually on some thin excuse such as one of us unloading something emotional to the other and then the other caring too much to let them be alone, but we only ever stayed in underwear with hands above the waist, as though all this passionate making out in bed in underwear didn’t technically count as cheating. Until one night, a week before she was due to fly to China.

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That night, we’d stayed together as usual on what now seems a ridiculous premise. This time we’d fallen asleep with just in my shorts and her in a light cotton shirt and knickers. We woke up early in the morning, about 5am, hands stroking each other, still half asleep. She’d move her hands down my chest and onto my thing, avoiding my straining cock. I’d move my hands over her underwear, inner thigh, but avoiding going too close. We were getting hot and her hands were lingering ever close to my cock, but just brushing it in passing, not touching. I was becoming desperate for her to touch it harder. I’d brush her cunt, lightly with my fingers and feel her hot breath on my cheek as she panted harder. Her hand stopped at the waistband to my shorts and I couldn’t resist any longer. I took her hand and pushed it down my shorts, and without hesitation, her hand clasped around my cock.

My hand now more firmly on her cunt on the outside of her underwear, I felt her explore my cock, moving down to my balls before clasping again around my throbbing member, jerking me lightly. With the shorts she couldn’t quite get an angle to move properly, and resorted to stroking me lightly, her hands fluttering down my shaft. We explored each other closer, our kissing becoming more furious until I felt resistance crumble again and pushed my shorts down. She grasped them with me and did the same, before her hand returned to me, holding me hard and jerking me off with freedom, pumping my cock. My hand moved into the inside of her underwear, and rubbed the outside of her cunt, moving my finger up and down her wet slit. I moved the tip of a finger inside and felt her gasp. It was a delicious feeling to finally touch her, the fruit of six weeks of frustration.

Our lustfulness clearly rising, I pulled up her shirt and in concert she raised her arms to let me and helped me push off her knickers. Both now naked, we pressed our bodies together, relishing the intimacy we could finally feel, her breasts against my chest, my tongue in her mouth, her hand on my cock and my fingers now moving freely inside her. Our movements became more frantic and in a sudden shift, I rolled over between her legs, my hard cock at her entrance.

This was the moment our eyes met. I knew this was a point of no return. Although we were kidding ourselves that everything we’d done up until then didn’t matter, we knew this was an important point, where we would finally give into the lust we’d been burning for each other. I said ‘OK?’ and she nodded and my cock moved between her lips, sliding deep inside her.

The frustrations of being so close to this beautiful women for eight weeks, and having her hold me, kiss me, even touch me lightly, and yet hold back, all boiled inside me and I felt crazed. I began to thrust hard, animalistic lust taking me over. Deeper and deeper, harder and faster. We were both panting, lips clenched together, caught in the throes, in this final release of passion. And then, because this is what really happened, I finally felt everything that had been building up inside me release and I came hard, deep inside her, thrusting as far as I could while my balls emptied. It was amazing. It was terrible. It’d only been two minutes!

Idiot! I apologised. She laughed, said she understood. I felt embarrassed. Why had I let myself go? Of course that would happen. What a way to ruin our first time! We lay there, we talked about what had happened – what it meant now we’d actually had sex, and I expressed concern about her boyfriend.

“Don’t worry about that” I remember her saying. “It was my decision. Let me worry about that.”

After half an hour, her hand had ambled over to my cock again, my stroking of her gained more urgency and my cock had begun to stir again in her hand. Taking the view that we may as well be hung for a sheep as for a lamb, I rolled over again, entered her, and we began to fuck. I began to move faster, seeming to make the same mistake as before, but this time she held me back, saying “no! slowly, I love slow sex.”

For me this was something new. The slow passion of moving together, enjoying every part of each thrust, with both our bodies working in concert – it was one of the most intense feelings I had experienced. Our eyes locked together in the twilight of the early morning made the intensity still more extreme, increasing the feeling of vulnerability of being naked with someone for the first time, but reinforcing the feeling of trust. It was as though we were moving together, our souls and bodies entwining, acting as one. Our passion grew together this time, both feeling the intensity and the heat in each other’s bodies, before we both climaxed simultaneously, eyes still locked, her cunt pulsing around my throbbing cock as I came deep inside her a second time. We stayed like that for a long time, me between her legs as she lay on her back with me inside her, our eyes staring deep into each other. I remember feeling as though in this moment there were just the two of us, and the outside world briefly disappeared to the cocoon of intimacy we’d created.

I think that morning we had sex five times – once more after this, then I had to go and see my Tutor, but she was still in bed when I came back so we went again. She had a meeting and I stayed in bed, so one more time when she came back. We didn’t see each other the next day, but on the Saturday she came round to my room as I was packing… after about an hour to try and get stuff done we gave up and spent the day in bed and did a few new things…

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