The Virgins

I was twenty-five when I lost my cherry. I felt as though I must be the oldest virgin around. It was not that I hadn't tried to lose it on several occasions before then, and not that I didn't have some experience in that department. I had fingered a couple of girlfriends, and one girlfriend and I used to masturbate each other. Enjoyable as it was, it wasn't "the real thing".

My first girlfriend would remind me that she "didn't believe in sex before marriage" whenever I tried something more than fondling her breasts. Although, much to my surprise, on one occasion when we were away on holiday with her parents, she invited me to play with her intimate parts inside her knickers. But it was only that one occasion. Perhaps I should have pursued it, but it never occurred to me that she had maybe changed her mind after three years. As it was, she ended our relationship not so long after.

But I digress.

Naomi and I had been dating for eighteen months or more. She was six years younger than me; eighteen to my twenty-four. On one occasion I put my hand down the front of her slacks and played with her "bits". She didn't seem to object till I had removed my hand, when she said:

"I want you to promise you won't do that again!"

There was no way I could promise that, but I agreed not to go the whole way until she said she was ready.

We continued as we had been for several months, and even romped semi-naked on my bed in the hostel I lived in at the time, many evenings.

In the autumn Naomi started at teacher training college in the next town, and I would visit her there in the evenings. We would spend some of the time in the bar or watching television with her friends, and some time in her room petting and reading "The Joy of Sex" together. She never indicated that she was ready to take things further, and I didn't ask.

Until one day. We were petting that evening, me in just my underpants and her with just her panties on. I touched her between her legs and looked questioning at her. She nodded. My world erupted in fireworks and heavenly choirs singing. She was ready and willing!

I kissed her passionately, and we both removed the final encumbrances. We kissed again, and again, and I sucked on an ear lobe, kissed her neck, and massaged her boobs, flicking the nipples gently. I held her naked body close to mine for what seemed like ages and yet seemed like no time at all.

Then I started rubbing the inside of her inner thighs alternately with my fingers and my cock, and she murmured as I got close to her minky.

After a while, I touched her again between the legs, this time running my fingers through her curly hair. I ran my fingers between her pussy lips before inserting a finger inside her. She was very wet, and I caught her feminine scent. I fingered her for a while, kissed her breasts, while she fondled my cock.

Then, before we exploded with anticipation, I took a condom I had begun to wonder if I would ever get to use, removed it from its cover and asked if she wanted to put it on me. She did. I moaned as she unrolled the thing down the length of my member. Then she lay back and opened her legs invitingly. I rolled over on top of her, and she took my dick and guided it into her. I was careful entering her as I expected to meet some resistance from her hymen, and I didn't want to hurt her. But it didn't happen. I continued inserting my dick, and she wrapped her legs round my bum and pulled me closer with her heels. I rode her for all I was worth till at last we came together in a steaming climax.

The fireworks and the choirs of angels started up again.

I couldn't withdraw as she still had her legs round me and her heels on my bum.

"Stay," she begged.

"I can't," I replied. "My todger's gone all soft."

Reluctantly she released me and I flopped over onto my side to cuddle her. I held her tightly.

"Wow," I said. "That was great." It sounded rather trite, but I couldn't think of what else to say, so I asked, "How was it for you, Nay?"

"Great, Pete. Just great." She gave a sigh of pleasure.

After that sex was a regular occurrence, and I would sometimes stay the night in her room. It was a cosy fit, the two of us in the one smaller-than-single sized bed, and if we were caught she would get sent down. As it was her room was on the ground floor so I could leave through the window, with less chance of being seen. I would escape before breakfast, and although I was never caught, I am sure some of her friends suspected what went on.

In fact, I'm sure they came to realise. One evening while we were busily engrossed with each other's genitals, there was a knock at the door. We couldn't answer the door in our state of undress, and it didn't seem right to say, "Go away, we're having sex!" so we kept quiet till we heard retreating footsteps. Later, we left the room to go to the bar. We passed a group of her friends watching tv, and they gave us a decidedly stony stare in response to our jolly, "Hi!" Wondering what that was about, we later learned that it was one of the friends who had knocked to ask if we wanted to join them. Getting no reply, she returned to the group and said, "They're either not in or they're fornicating."

Some while later I bought my first flat not far from the college, and Naomi would often stay the night with me, in my double bed. We had breakfast together, and I would drop her off at college on my way to work.

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