And so, midway through the autumn term, I took the train to the nondescript Midlands town where Rachel was at college. She picked me up from the station in a rattly old Renault, saving me a long slog across town to the campus, and we picked up the Friday night staple - fish and chips - on the way to her flat. Back then many students lived "in hall", which was basically a room in an accommodation block with catering provided as part of the package. Rachel's room, in a female block, was slightly superior as it had a tiny bathroom attached. The walls, however, were college standard, which resulted in a background of random student noises.
We crept in carefully, as college rules forbade opposite-sex stayovers, although these were regularly broken. The fish supper was washed down with white wine from a box (yes, really) accompanied by Mike Oldfield on cassette (Ommadawn, I think) and we spent a while just talking, catching up on each other's lives. I really didn't know what to expect, after what had happened at the party, and my nervousness must have been apparent.
Rachel took charge and said she was going to take a shower. She disappeared into the small bathroom and I did the usual thing of checking out the photos on her wall, surprised to see one of me from the party. And while I was still browsing, she came out again, no longer in T shirt and jeans but in something I can only describe as a bodysuit. Like a thin wetsuit, moulded to every curve of her (quite delicious) body. She smiled at me, and smiled some more when she saw the effect it was having on me.
She told me it was my turn to shower and that she'd be waiting...
I knew there was no chance on earth of hiding my erection, and when I came out of the bathroom, naked, it was almost painfully intense.
I remember lying back on her narrow student bed, as instructed, while she straddled me, looking into my eyes.
I remember the way she moved on top of me, the feel of her bodysuit against my skin. The way she rubbed against me. The way she kissed me, her tongue leaving me in no doubt about her feelings.
I remember her animalistic moans as she moved faster, my gasps of pleasure, the pressure against my rigid cock, everything combined into an erotic experience far removed from my few sexual encounters to date.
I held back as long as I could, but when I lost control it was like an explosion. Gradually we moved more slowly until we were able to separate our bodies and see the effect of our actions.
"You don't know how long I've wanted this..."
We cleaned up as best we could. The bed was nowhere big enough for two to sleep, so I bunked down in a sleeping bag on the floor next to her. And in the morning we brazenly joined the breakfast queue in the dining hall, with the rest of the weekend ahead of us...
To be continued... |
