I was twenty years old, in my second year at university and had just broken up with Jenny, my first girlfriend. Jenny was from a Christian family and, while we had obviously fooled around, she had always been reluctant to actually have sex. I never pressured her and so it had never happened in the four years that we had been together. And yes, I know what you’re probably thinking: “twenty-year-old virgin, har har”, but I loved her and respected her decision, so I have no regrets. And, believe me; I’ve made up for it since!
At the time, I was living in a student flat with four girls and one other guy. I would often cuddle up in bed with the girls to watch TV, listen to music and generally chill out together. They were all attractive in their own way and I enjoyed this time with them, but it always felt innocent and I certainly didn’t think any of them were actually interested in me. One night, however, I discovered that I was wrong.
The girl in the room next to mine was particularly attractive and, as we shared a wall... well, let's just say that I knew she was not a virgin. Not that I was listening at the wall or anything, but when you live that close to someone in cheap accommodation with thin walls, there are some things you can’t help but overhear!
Her name was Sarah. She was about 5ft 3, with long, jet black hair and a round face with large, dark brown eyes. However, I had always felt that she was out of my league and, apart from the odd daydream, I had never seriously considered the possibility hooking up with her.
Anyway, things with Jenny had been difficult for a long time and after several months of trying (and failing) to make things work, we finally broke up. Although it was probably for the best, I was still saddened by the whole thing and I really just wanted to be left alone.
However, on this particular day, that was not an option. My other flatmate, Joe, was having a night out for his birthday and we were all invited. So I grudgingly tagged along and tried to put on a happy face, but as we sat in the restaurant I felt isolated from everyone else. I must have been unusually quiet because Sarah could clearly tell that something was wrong. She was the only one that I had been able to open up to about what was going on with Jenny and she had been really understanding. However, she had been away for the Easter break, so hadn’t heard about the breakup yet. I didn’t want to talk about it or put a damper on Joe’s night, but at one point, Sarah cornered me away from the others and I reluctantly explained what had happened. Sarah hugged me and spent the rest of the night trying to cheer me up, with surprising success. I drank a lot more than I normally would (with Sarah’s encouragement) and the evening passed much more quickly, and more bearably, than I had expected.
Eventually, the party wound down and we headed back to the flat. It was raining quite heavily and we all got soaked as we ran from the bus stop to the flat and waited for Joe to fumble with his keys. The others disappeared into their bedrooms, while I headed towards the bathroom to grab a shower. I turned the light on, still in a mildly drunken haze, and went to close the door... only to find that Sarah had followed me in.
“What are you...?” I started to say, but she put her finger to my lips and half-followed, half-pushed me into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind us.
I could tell that she was also quite tipsy. Her face was flushed, and the pinkness had spread down and across her chest, which was very much on show in the black tank-top she was wearing. I realised that I was staring and moved my eyes upward, only to find myself staring into those big, dark eyes. After a while, we moved over to the shower and turned on the tap before turning back to me. The sound of the flowing water and the accompanying steam quickly filled the tiny bathroom.
“Go on then,” she said, nodding towards the shower.
I frowned at her and laughed. I wasn’t sure what else to do. I think that part of my brain had realised what was going on, but it couldn’t make itself heard clearly through the fog of drunkenness. It was also being drowned out by another part of my psyche that hadn’t really stirred like this for some time.
“I’m not getting nekkid in front of you,” I said, eventually.
“Don’t worry, I won’t look,” she said, smiling. Her smile was so very sweet and she almost pulled off the expression of innocence perfectly, but there was a hungry gleam in those eyes. “Besides,” she continued, “I’m worried about you; I don’t think you should be alone tonight.”
And with that, she closed the lid of the toilet, sat down and put her hand over her eyes theatrically. I rolled my eyes and stood watching her for a while, but she seemed to be serious and didn’t move. I was too drunk to care so, glancing back at her to make sure she wasn’t watching, I quickly took off my clothes, climbed into the shower and stood under the water. There was a frosted glass screen that blocked Sarah from my view (and me from hers). I still felt a bit self-conscious, but I started to relax as the hot water washed over me. After rinsing my back, I turned to face the wall, put my head under the stream and felt the water flowing through my hair and between my fingers as I washed my face.
I had been washing myself for a minute-or-so when it occurred to me that Sarah was being unusually quiet. I rinsed my face and turned to say something, only to find her standing there, watching me. I froze. She was completely naked!
She had untied her long, black hair and some of it was hanging down across one side of her chest, almost-but-not-quite-covering her nipple. Her breasts were round and shapely. I estimated them to be a good handful, and I’ve got pretty large hands! My eyes traced the contours of her body, down across her stomach towards her pussy, which was completely shaved apart from a narrow landing strip of neatly trimmed hair.
I must have looked like something out of a cartoon; my eyes widened, my jaw dropped and it felt like I became fully aroused in seconds. She looked at me, giggled and bit her lower lip as her eyes scanned my body in return. Now, I’m the first to admit that I’m no Adonis, but I eat fairly well, swim regularly and walk everywhere, so I’ve always been pretty comfortable in my skin. I’m 6ft 2 and quite toned. I’ve got short, messy brown hair and dark brown eyes. I naturally have very little hair on my chest and I keep ‘certain other areas’ neatly trimmed. She raised an eyebrow and smiled wider as she watched my cock growing larger. I’m not exactly massive down there, but I’m reasonably well-endowed and quite girthy. And I was at almost full attention now! I stood there, unable to move, my hands still held up in front of me as they had been when I finished washing my face.
Sarah climbed into the shower and walked towards me. It was only a small cubicle, but time seemed to slow down as steam filled the air, making the scene strongly reminiscent of those scenes in movies where everything goes into soft focus. She picked up a bottle, squirted shower gel into her hands and lathered them up. As I was still apparently in shock and unable to move, she gently grabbed my wrists and moved my hands down to my sides. Her hands moved across my chest and shoulders, spreading foam as they went. Then she leaned in, gently placed one hand on the back of my unresisting neck and pulled me into a deep, slow kiss. At the same time, she grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. Maybe it was the alcohol or the steam from the shower, but I felt light-headed and that moment seemed to last for an eternity. My body was trembling slightly with excitement and anticipation.