It had been such a long time coming. For five months I had pursued Wendy. 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 first time, and I was unskilled in the art of loving, and it was over 4 months till 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, as today, I had a very sensitive stomach, and one touch from Wendy was enough to send me skywards. We started wearing shorts, so we could tickle each other’s legs also. It was a real voyage of discovery, something I’ll never forget. We gradually became more intimate, and I had to work hard at covering my arousal. Kisses will never be as sweet again. We explored each other, never going too far, both unsure of the limits.
Wendy was also 18, the youngest daughter in her family, and painfully shy. 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 trying to conceal her height and her face. There was something about her that appealed to me in every way. She had a great figure, and could have been a 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 my fantasy girl made real. There was always a pleasant fragrance, and to this day that airy smell which seemed to surround her brings back intense memories to me.
It was exam time, and we were working hard at the same time. But the exams 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 the night the exams finished, butterflies which all started flying faster when 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 the prospect of holding her close through the night was desperately exciting to me. Even during the exam, I found myself thinking so much about the night to come rather than the maths which I should have been concentrating on. It was with elation that I arose from the desk to cycle back to the halls of residence. Dinner that evening in the dining hall 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 any English 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 as quickly as possible. Finally, people started drifting off to sleep, and Wendy and I went off to our own rooms as arranged. About 30 minutes later (probably the longest half an hour ever), I crept upstairs to the girls corridor, with my pyjamas hidden in a cardboard box, and knocked softly on Wendy’s door.
After what seemed like another 30 minutes, but was probably only a few seconds, she opened it. She was fully clothed (I hadn’t expected anything else), but was wearing the grey jumper with thin blue stripes that always showed her figure so well. My heart was beating fast as I entered the room, Wendy giggling about the cardboard box concealing my pyjamas. We sat on the bed together, and kissed for a while, 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 her bedroom for the first time. I had an intense feeling of satisfaction over everything, and I was almost too frightened to move in case I woke up and it was all a dream. When she came back, we changed, I into just my pyjama top, mainly to hide the spots that scarred my back at that age, taking care to fold my clothes neatly, something I never normally did. I sat on the floor as Wendy changed into her nightie, with me facing away, my mind imagining the delight behind me. I was actually shaking with nerves. When she was finally in her nightie, she took off her bra and panties while showing nothing, an action which incredibly impressed and excited me. In just a minute or so, I would be in bed with her, only a thin piece of material separating us. The light was switched off, and we both got into the single bed, her continental quilt making t! hings much easier than it would have been with my University issue sheets. 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 situation that I had dreamed about for so long, and did not disappoint when it arrived. Oh Wendy, if only you knew how much I loved you then.
After a while we shifted position, so we could kiss better. With my pyjama top unbuttoned, it was easy for Wendy to move her hands lightly over my stomach, sending me crazy with her touch. Wendy’s nightie was much more frustrating for me, as its length denied me the same opportunity. I was able to move my hands freely up her legs, which always had a similar effect on her, while the knowledge that her bare sex was just inches from my touch was almost too much to bear.
After a while, things were becoming too unfair. She had open access to my body for tickling, but her nightie was in my way. I pushed my hand further up, brushing her skin lightly, causing her to breathe in sharply as I did so, then pushing up further till I had rucked her nightie up past her hips so I could caress her stomach. It was wonderful, feeling her heat against me, having the freedom to let my hands wander much further than trousers would normally allow. My hands reached up to just under the curve of her breasts, and down to her legs, always being very careful not to touch anything that was forbidden, in case it would cause this fantasy to end. My heart was thumping so loud I’m surprised that she couldn’t hear it, and I was sporting an erection that she must have been aware of, pressing against her thigh.
My hand continued to wander, lost in the experience, allowing my hand to run down close to her thighs, feeling the bones of her pelvis and running my fingers along the ridges until they almost touched her, only to pull back. Looking, back, my own hesitation was probably very arousing to her, coming so close, then pulling away, and she may not have let me go as far otherwise.
“You can go lower”, she breathed, as my hand swept over her lower stomach, much lower than I had ever dared to go before. I hardly dared to 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 go lower,” she practically begged me.
I couldn’t. It was too much, and I was just too scared, and it was incredible regret I told her I couldn’t. We relaxed for a while just holding each other, not able to sleep but unsure how to continue. I asked her to take the nightie off using the excuse that it was uncomfortable for me, and she nodded, and pulled the nightie over her head, the material was tight around her breasts, and she struggled to remove it. It was with a sense of complete wonder that I watched as the moonlight entering through the curtains allowed me to see her body, with its milky white skin, and the vaguely darker outline of her nipples. I was truly in heaven.
We lay down, her head nestled on my shoulder again, with the feeling of her breasts now pressing against my body, and of her downy hair touching against my thigh not allowing my mind any rest from the sensations that were assaulting me. Simply the feeling of skin against skin was too much, 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 my neck, while I was propped up on my left arm, caressing her with my right. Her stomach again started receiving my attention, occasionally sweeping down to her legs, always causing a sharp intake of breath as I passed that forbidden area. Back at her stomach, moving up to the soft curves of her breasts, I summoned every ounce of daring I had, and kept on moving up the slope and started circling the summit, until I finally reached the nipple, holding my breath and expecting some trouble for having done something wrong. Wendy actually started breathing deeper and easier, perhaps for her the anticipation was worse. I kissed her as I rubbed her nipple gently, and as she responded I knew I was in no trouble, my hand moving slowly over to the other breast.
After a few moments, she pushed me away, and I thought then that I was in trouble, but I heard her say “Please – I don’t want to go all the way”. I thought for a moment, and said, “I do have a contraceptive”, but she looked at me again, and said “Yes, but I don’t want to go all the way now”. In some ways it was disappointing, but I had never expected even 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, her breathing becoming deeper again. My hand moved slowly across to her other breast, reaching her nipple. Something felt wrong, and in my excitement I couldn’t work out what. Wendy stopped me, “Its a mole”, she said, the tone of her voice showing that she was somewhat embarrassed about it. I was mortified, and it was a while before I had the courage to start caressing the real thing again. This time I lowered my head, and started kissing her nipple at the same time, which seemed to excite her, so I continued gently kissing her while stroking the other nipple.
My 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 reaching her 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 silken hair, 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 to gauge her reaction as I made the final move. My fingers found the faint sign of the top of her womanhood, and moved ever so gently down. I felt Wendy groan slightly, and her legs parted, almost of their own accord, allowing my fingers to descend further, until I felt fleshy lips and a lot of stickiness. She was soaked, and not making any attempt! to return my kisses, as my fingers felt a real woman for the first time, not really knowing what to do now.
“Lower” she said, and I obeyed, my finger making a small circular motion, and she guided me to the spot, where I felt a small something under my fingers, which I only realised later must have been her clitoris. It didn’t take long, Wendy’s breath becoming more uneven, my erection rubbing against her thigh, until she started shuddering in my arms. I’d never seen anyone orgasm before, and although I knew what was happening, I couldn’t help wondering if this was normal. She calmed down after a minute or so, and took my hand, and we lay there in the moonlight, unable to find words for what had just happened.
“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 the same position, with me propped on my elbow, which was becoming more and more uncomfortable. I decided I had to move, and feeling emboldened by what had happened, I moved gently on top of her, being very careful not to lean on her. I found myself in a much more comfortable position, my arms on either side of her, her nipples pressing against my chest, and amazing to me, her legs still spread, with me in between. I was very aware of my position, and made sure that my erection was not too low. We kissed more, and I marvelled at feeling my manhood against her. Her arms came up around me, and feeling daring I started rocking back and forth gently, wondering what her reaction would be. I was supremely grateful to find her kissing me harder, but mindful of that fact that she had asked 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 voice was telling me to keep going lower and lower. I started to feel dampness against the tip of my penis, telling me I was very close. Wendy was still kissing me hard. I let the tip of my now rock hard erection brush the length of her, and getting no bad reaction, I continued rubbing up and down. Any thought of using a contraceptive was gone; I just had to keep going. I started increasing the pressure against her slit, Wendy’s breathing telling me I was OK, until I felt something change, and instead of pushing up, I was pushing in slightly. Wendy gasped, as my rocking 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 to stop
I knew that you were supposed to be gentle, and it could hurt for a girl the first time, so I was holding back, trying not to be too rough. As I pushed a little deeper, I felt some greater resistance. I pushed a little 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 for her to recover, but she didn’t seem to be in pain, so I started thrusting again. Wendy was lost, just moaning “yes, yes”, as I kept thrusting. Finally I pushed until I was fully buried, and stopped in surprise at the situation. “Are you alright” I asked, almost afraid to speak, but she simply kissed me again.
I started rocking back and forth again, Wendy sighing, the feelings incredible. I was wondering if I should pull out before I came, but as the feelings started building in me, instinct took over. I felt the pressure 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 us even thinking about the possible pregnancy, just the feelings we had both experienced. Five minutes later, still hard inside her (oh to be eighteen again), I started moving again, this time successfully bring Wendy to a climax before spending deep inside her again.
We made love 5 times that night, the last in time in the morning, with the early morning sunlight flooding the room, and Wendy’s beautiful body in clear view. Finally we had to get up, around 10 o’clock, neither of us 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 we had that night, one of those few moments in life that you remember with a mixture of clarity and confusion. And to this day, anything that reminds me of the soft smell of her room is enough to send me back to that time of innocence and exploration. I will never forget.