SHY

AFTER THE EXAMS

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
things 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.

JMS

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