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An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 01

By: happy_bloke



Today I had a revelation shown to me and I have decided to keep this diary of my progress as a sexually developed adult, finally discovering the secrets that have been hidden and forbidden from me by my controlling family and teachers.

This week I moved into my new rooms at the University of Hampshire on England's South Coast. I have spent most of my childhood at a variety of strict Girls Schools around the country, shuffled from one to the next as it suited the preferences of my parents. 

It has become apparent to me that there is a world of pleasure out there that everyone seemed to be keeping from me, I don't know if they did it through prudery or for religious reasons but I believe now I have entered this forbidden garden.

Today's revelation took place after I had lent my shiny new apple laptop to the guys in the room across the corridor in my halls of residence, their computer was apparently not working on the network yet, and they needed to use it to register for some of the extra activity days on their course. So anyway they borrowed the laptop while I was at the gym, and then a couple of hours later returned it, apparently as new.

When I got it back, I opened up chrome to check out some details of the new societies that I had signed up for, and accidently re-opened the last tab rather than opening a new one. I was suddenly confronted with a film of a girl, a really pretty girl, completely nude and lying on her bed, touching herself between her legs, her fingers rubbing herself. Her eyes were closed, but you could see from her face that she was greatly enjoying it, as if sampling her very favourite food. 

Of course my immediate reaction was to close the window forthwith; at school we had been warned in the boarding houses of the dangers of touching ourselves, so much so that I was almost fearful of too much contact with my pubic area even when washing. 

As for watching such films on a computer, our school had only ever allowed a very small number of web sites to be accessible to us, a few news sites, some factual encyclopaedia sites, that sort of thing. Obviously we had gone looking for information on sex and most specifically boys, but the filters they used and the threat of punishment for viewing immoral or inappropriate content kept the available knowledge to a minimum.

I was curious therefore when I saw this nude girl, curious to know what she was doing, rubbing herself. What pleasure she was experiencing I asked myself. After a few minutes, and after I had locked the door to my room, I returned to the site and watched the film from the beginning. 

She started out undressing slowly and playing with her breasts, her nipples hardening as she toyed with them. Next she took off her knickers, and I had to force myself to watch as she looked into the camera and opened her legs. I had never seen a girl open her legs like that and could hardly believe that anyone would be bold and un-shy enough to expose herself to strangers. There must have been a camera crew there filming, how could she do that, letting them see her most intimate parts. She could only have been 19 or so, like me, where were her parents I asked myself.

I had to look around my room to make sure that no one could see what I was watching, still amazed that I was seeing these images that only a few weeks ago could have led to my being expelled in disgrace. It was then that I realised that as I was watching her, my own body was starting to react in a new way that it had not done before. Under my dress, I felt my own nipples changing, the areola crinkling up, my nipples pushing out into my bra, poking out through my dress. 

Additionally, I felt this new tingling down between my legs. I stopped the film and closed the lap-top, I was disturbed and confused by these unexpected changes in my body. I sat quietly in silence for a few minutes by myself, wondering what to do. On one hand I felt dirty for watching it, for defying all the rules that I had had beaten into me about why sex was bad. But on the other hand I could see the look on the girls face was of genuine pleasure, and now even my own body was reacting. How could it be wrong, if it felt good?

I put my hand down to my nipple, running my finger over it lightly through the thin fabric of my dress, I could feel it so much more than normal, it felt much more tender, more sensitive and pleasant to touch. I hesitated, looking around again as if someone could have entered the room in the time I had been thinking, then stood up, reached behind me and slowly slid the zip down my back.

Once again I stopped, unsure that I was really going to do this. I thought back to the look of intense joy on her face, how come she could do this and I couldn't? I shrugged my shoulders forward and let my dress slowly descend to the floor; I felt the light breeze as it passed my knees and piled into a messy circle of cotton at my feet. I looked down at my body; so long I had taken it for granted, not really considering how it might be a source of pleasure or gratification. 

I was in pretty good shape, I kept fit in the gym and swam regularly, my breasts weren't big but generously filled the B cups of my plain white bra. My general physique though was in very good shape, I had a flat stomach and nicely toned and fit limbs.

I returned my fingers to my breasts, my hard nipples were even more obviously prominent now, making half inch high cones through the thin fabric, the dark pink circle clearly visible too. I decided to seize the moment and returned my hands behind my back to unclip my bra. My fingers caught my long tress of dark brown hair that I wore in a thick lustrous ponytail, until they found the clips of my bra and swiftly unfastened them. The thin white garment floated down to the floor to join my dress in an ever messier heap. I fought my natural inclination to tidy them all up and sat down on the bed.

I returned my fingers to my breasts and started to play with the nipples more forcefully, intrigued at how nice and interesting the sensations were, becoming ever more aware that I was feeling a little hot, I noticed my chest becoming flushed. By now my nipples felt as hard as rocks, and as I rubbed and squeezed them I felt an ever growing glow of pleasure coursing through my chest. I licked my fingers and ran my moistened hand round and round, tweaking and enjoying the wicked forbidden joy. 

After a few minutes of this, I thought back to the film that I had seen and how the girl there had quickly moved on from her breasts to between her legs. I felt even less comfortable with this, almost as though I could hear the head of our boarding house warning me of the dangers of the flesh, and the importance of avoiding disgusting physical habits. Still, my arousal from playing with my breasts was driving me forward and I could now feel an ever more urgent tingle from between my legs, driving my hand down.

My knickers were just plain white cotton, exactly the same as every other set of knickers that I had ever worn. I slipped my fingers into the elastic either side of my hips and slid them down my legs, dropping them onto the wooden floor next to my bed. I had a real feeling of disobedience now, our teachers had been very clear on the subject of not touching ourselves anywhere near between our legs, where it was very dirty, and only ever to clean ourselves. I ran my hand down over my pubis, running my fingers through the soft short brown hairs that covered me there. I had kept them trimmed for a few years now, since I had been in the swimming team, as I hated the idea of anyone knowing that I had grown pubic hair.

I thought back to what I had seen the girl doing on the film, she had opened her legs wide apart so that the viewers could see right inside the lips of her vulva. I steeled myself and then did the same thing, for the first time really looking down at what laid between my legs. I was shocked to see that the whole area was glistening, almost wet. I couldn't believe that I had wet myself, I was sure I had not, and yet when I put my fingers down to the soft pink folds that I had exposed by opening my legs, I could feel a slightly sticky and gooey liquid. There was a different smell from normal as well, a symptom I suspected of the new creamy residue.

It all felt good to touch there though, not bad or dirty at all, I ran a single finger down from the top of the slit right down to the even softer area that I remembered from one of the text books was supposed be another entrance to my body. I had always been mystified by the descriptions that the teachers gave of reproduction, never sure about vaginas and such like, generally confused about where the hell any baby was supposed to come out from.

Now I started genuinely exploring the different areas that I had exposed, the lips of my vulva were sensitive and pleasing to touch, as was the increasingly wet and gooey area below which I knew hid my opening, but the best part I quickly realised was the little point just near the top, surrounded by its own little more inner lips, the same area that the girl from the film had been touching. 

This part felt particularly sensitive and I started circling my finger round and round the little cone. The whole area became more and more sensitive, the pleasure more and more intense. After a few minutes of gentle caressing, I found myself pushing my fingers downwards harder and harder, rubbing the now whole area quite roughly.

I could feel my arousal becoming more and more intense, I looked down and my breasts were much firmer now, the nipples hard as wood. My chest was pink, although not as pink as the lips of my vulva that were swollen and glistening with the mysterious new lubricant.

I kept on rubbing myself, luxuriating in the new found pleasure, fully able to understand exactly why the girl on the film had had that look of quiet smug satisfaction. Then suddenly I felt the arrival of a really strong new sensation, deep in my legs and my vagina, a feeling of absolute pure pleasure came from nowhere, engulfing me completely. Quickly, it seemed centered on the little pink cone between the lips of my pussy.

I could not control myself for a few seconds and I screamed out in joy, panting. My right hand continued to massage my pussy as my left gripped the nipple of my right breast. The pleasure coursed through me and I was shocked at the extreme violence of the sensation. 

Eventually the pleasure subsided and I collapsed back onto the bed, amazed and confused that my body could have generated such feelings. My hand remained down over my pussy, but for the moment it felt too sensitive to continue.

I was really bemused though and I felt betrayed that I had been lied to all my life. Why had I been told so many times that to touch yourself down there was bad and dirty when it was so obviously not, in fact that it could trigger the most amazing sensation that I had ever felt. 

After a few minutes of quiet reflection, I gently returned my hand to my pussy and started to repeat the gentle caressing. First just around the lips, then slowly circling in on the most sensitive area, until once again I was rubbing myself vigorously with three fingers, my hand was now soaked with perspiration and the juices of my pussy. As I pressed harder I found myself panting and grunting, like a caged animal trying to pull free from its bonds.

My exertions were rewarded with another explosion of pleasure, perhaps not as extreme as the first, but still easily enough to cause a second burst of screaming out loud. I immediately worried that I might have been heard by my neighbours, but disregarded the concern in the joy of the moment.

Eventually I relaxed and fell back onto the bed. I was shocked that in one afternoon I had discovered a completely new world of sensation, hidden in my body. I was also hugely disappointed that the people that I had always trusted to provide me with moral and spiritual guidance had misrepresented such a fundamental thing as my own body's physical state and potential.

I thought back over all the other things they had told me and started to question all of them as well. Presumably they had been lying about men and my physical relationship with them as well. Perhaps the world contained much more interesting possibilities than I had been led to believe. Perhaps, I thought, it was time to start investigating them.

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An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 02



In the days following my discovery I spent a lot of time reading on the internet about all the things that I really needed to know, and really now wanted to know, about sex and my body's responses to it. It seemed like there was a good deal of knowledge that had been badly misrepresented to me.

I also experimented with giving myself orgasms many many times. I couldn't believe that this major sexual element of my life had been denied me for so long .

At the same time I also started going to lectures and classes with my new classmates. It was very different going to classes where there were boys, my girls schools had never been mixed. The boys seemed so confident, always diving in with observations or view points, many of which were badly thought out or just plain stupid. I tried to make sure that I also made whatever points I thought as well, but it felt like a real effort after the quiet meek girls that I was used to from school.

One of the over confident boys, Rich, in particular seemed to have taken an interest in me however, and I was even less sure how to deal with this than with his dominant opinions in our tutorials.

For a start he kept looking at my body in a way that I was just not used to. The weather was absolutely lovely and I, along with the rest of the female population, was wearing a variety of summer dresses. Mine were mainly made from cotton or linen and, while I knew they were not exactly perfect at concealing my underwear, I had not previously been aware of how much attention they triggered with blokes.

Rich and I were sitting one afternoon in a tutor group in a sun filled room with our classmates, we were discussing the intricacies of Central banking systems, when I realised that rather than looking at the projector screen like everyone else, Rich was talking more than a passing interest in my chest.

I looked down and realised that the strappy sun dress that I was wearing was hanging forward somewhat provocatively, showing a decent amount of cleavage and no doubt giving him a nice view of my bra, but nonetheless he still seemed to me to be acting unreasonably boldly by regarding me with such open attention. I told myself that it was a pretty conservative bra anyway and so I wasn't too exposed.

I mouthed the letters 'WTF' to him,  but whereas I was expecting him to look away and look uneasy or even apologise, instead he just smiled back, knowingly. I sat back in my chair and straightened my dress, pulling the neck line up to reduce my exposure, unable to believe that he would have studied me so openly, knowing that I knew he was looking at me.

At the end of the lesson we all trooped out of the room and I gave him the evil eye as he walked past my chair as I was packing my books into my bag.

"Hey Becky." He started. "You made some really good points today you know."

I looked over at him, bemused that having been the subject of my ire, he was now trying to make up for it with complements.

"Well thank you Rich. You always have plenty to contribute to the discussion too." I replied, fairly coldly.

"Yeah but with me it's just bluster you know, your points were actually well thought out and well argued. You should speak more, give us the benefit of your wisdom more of often."

"And maybe you should focus more on what is being presented to you, rather than letting your attention be distracted too much by your surroundings" I retorted.

"Hey don't blame me." He replied. "I was only enjoying what was being presented to me too. Just a different kind of presentation."

He had a grin like a wolf and continued to study my reaction, trying to see what I thought of his response.

On one hand I thought that I should be annoyed with him, and I was slightly bothered that he seemed so completely confident in his position. However, on the other hand I couldn't get away from the feeling of being slightly flattered by his attention as well.  He was quite good looking and it was nice to have a handsome fellow looking at you as if you were attractive.

We each went our separate ways afterwards, and after a few other lectures, I returned to my room. All morning I had been unable to concentrate fully, thinking back to the way his eyes had lighted upon my body and the look of desire that it had engendered in him. It was thrilling and arousing to me to see the way that I affected him.

As soon as got in my room,I knew that I was going to give myself an orgasm, I could feel my pussy demanding attention.

I looked at myself in the mirror and pulled my dress back into the position it had been in in the tutorial, to check out exactly how much he had been able to see. I realised that when I leaned forward the fabric at the front actually fell away from my chest a reasonable distance and, as he was taller than me as well, it pretty much exposed a view of my bra all the way down to the bottom of the under wired middle section.

I asked myself how exactly I felt about this. On one hand I thought he should not have been invading my personal space and should have looked away. On the other hand I realised that I was quite aroused by the idea of being sexually attractive to him.

I lent even further forward to see exactly how much I could show off if I wanted, but had really reached the limit already.

I wondered to myself what it would be like without the bra at all. I had noticed that some of the other girls were going out in summer dresses that had halter necks or backless bodies and had figured that they were not wearing bras, but I had never been so bold, and had always taken the discrete approach.

I slipped the thin straps of my dress down over my shoulders and along my arms, then pulled the dress down to expose my bra. Reaching behind my back, I slipped it off and laid it on the bed before pulling the dress straps back over my shoulders.

It felt odd to be wearing just a dress over my exposed breasts, I could feel my nipples, already slightly aroused, rubbing against the cotton, and there was a general feeling of freedom as I watched them move more freely when I twisted back and forth. I could also make out little raised points where the tips of my nipples pushed out at the fabric.

I wondered to myself whether I would be brave enough to go out like this. It was fairly obvious that I was not wearing a bra but the overall effect was still fairly decent. 

I leaned forward to check exactly how much more any observers would see if they were to take advantage of my new found bravery. I figured that so long as I was only leaning forward a little, the most they could see was a view of the valley down between my breasts, down to where they curved gently away.  I imagined what it would be like to have a guy look at me there and immediately felt a shot of excitement go through me. I imagined leaning forwards in tomorrow's tutorial as Rich glanced at me, having him look down at the intimate curves of my chest.

I had to admit that the idea excited me and I could feel the familiar tingle of excitement begin between my legs. I wondered however whether I would be brave enough, or whether I would chicken out when it came to it. Perhaps, I thought to myself I should try a practice run tonight.  

By now my clit was buzzing with excitement at the thought of what I might do.  I slipped my dress up over my head and, as had become my custom on several evenings, slipped my knickers down onto the floor. 

I lay back onto the bed, feeling the breeze from the open window nearby flicker gently across my naked figure.  I was lucky in that my room overlooked the gardens to the south west of the college, and so I could sit nude in my room with the sun coming in through the window without having to worry about being seen.

I licked my left hand and immediately started playing with my left breast, circling the nipple and feeling it grow and harden, luxuriating in the growing pleasure. Once that was starting to feel really nice, I then licked my right fingers and allowed them to slowly descend towards my pussy. I didn't open my legs very much, as I had learnt that keeping my legs together and pointing my toes as I touched myself gave rise to the most exquisite feelings.

I let my damp fingers move along the slit of my pussy, caressing the tip of my clitoris and then moving down to my vagina. I could already feel the beginnings of a slippery texture there as I became aroused. I pushed my finger lightly into the slight dampness, and made it wetter still, then returned it to my clit, which was by now slightly larger, pinker and demanding my attention.

I started gently, just ringing it with my lubricated finger, not pressing on it directly but just teasing it a little. Then, as it felt better and better, I started to press more vigorously.  I used my other fingers to hold my lips open while the middle two fingers began a more intense rhythm onto my clit.

I dreamt to myself that I was standing in front of Greg, topless as I had heard some girls in France did on the beach on our French exchange.  It seemed beyond belief at the time, but all of a sudden I was imagining what it would be like to be watched almost naked by a guy.

Almost immediately, I could feel my orgasm coming and I tensed my body, pointing my toes as it a approached. Then it was there, ripping through my body from my clit, into my pussy and legs.  I screamed out in pleasure as I gloried in its joy, my fingers pounding my clit with excited violence. Waves of pleasure ran through me, my limbs shuddering with the exertion.

Eventually I lay back, sated for an instant but still wishing for more in my heart. What was next, I asked myself, should I finish myself again and satisfy my appetite, or go on and live out some of my fantasy.  I remembered my thoughts previously about Greg and decided to be brave for once.

Without a second thought, I put on knickers and my dress, then grabbed my purse, keys and the latest novel that I was reading, and walked out into my hall of residence, increasingly aware of my breasts bobbing about to their own rhythm, independent of my control.

I wandered into the bar at the side of the building, which was a bright pleasant room overlooking the lake at the edge of the campus. There were two groups of students in the bar, a group of loud guys playing table football, and a mixed group of students sitting at the bar arguing loudly about something or another.  I walked slowly up to the bar, keeping an eye on the guys playing table football through the side of my vision.  While they didn't exactly stare, I was sure that a couple of them were tracking me with their eyes. I felt my heart quicken at the thought of purposely attracting them, of showing myself off in this way.

I had never been much of a drinker but I had developed a bit of a taste for Gin and Tonic, and so I ordered one of those. I took my drink over to the window overlooking the lake, took a sip and sat down on one of the leather chairs that was sitting in a group of four.

It was a beautiful scene, the late afternoon sun setting behind the trees around the lake.  There were swallows flitting around the water and dipping down into it for a drink.

I surreptitiously checked out exactly how my dress had settled around me on the chair and could see that, much as in the tutorial, it was hanging away from my breasts quite a lot, exposing my cleavage all the way down to show the lower curves of my breasts. I could feel my heart beating now with the adrenaline, I had always been very modest previously, happy to hide in the shadows. To sit in a public room, knowingly exposing so much of what I felt to be my intimate figure was a thrill.

I sat back in the chair and read for a few minutes, happy to be absorbed in my book, a very enjoyable murder detective tale. 

I noticed however that every time the guys by the football table walked passed, they turned just a little and made a slight detour to pass closer to my chair, glancing down at me as they went by. Every time they passed I felt a tiny buzz of excitement, of control.

After about half an hour, another group arrived and I was initially delighted to see a couple of the guys from my course plus Charlotte, a girl from my hall that I had met in the first week.

However, I suddenly felt very exposed. I had been enjoying the attention in an anonymous mode but now I would be viewed and judged by my peers, and I felt uneasy about that. 

Sure enough, as soon as they had their drinks, Charlotte and her mates wandered over to my table.

"Hi Becky, how are you doing?" Charlotte asked in a friendly way, smiling down at me. 

I stood up and gave her a hug and a peck on the cheek.

"Do you mind if we join you?"

"No, not at all, it would be nice."

Charlotte was a very pretty girl, built in a boyish way with none of my womanly curves, but with a very attractive face and fascinating brown eyes that burrowed into you as she spoke.  Her long brown hair was tied in a plait down her back and she was wearing a lovely sun dress in blue with a floral design. The neckline was nowhere near as daring as mine but then she lacked the curves to show off anything like the décolletage that I had on show.

The two guys she was with arrived as well, Greg, a huge rugby player of a fellow, flowing black hair and massive shoulders and chest, and with him a guy called Andy. 

I had noticed Andy from the first day of my course, he was very quiet but he seemed like a very kind and pleasant guy. He was also, to my eyes anyway, the best looking guy on the course, with lovely piercing blue eyes and shoulder length  blond hair. He wasn't loud and brash like the other guys, or huge and muscly like Greg, but he had a quiet confidence and intensity that I liked.

I greeted them both with a kiss on the cheek and we all sat down with our drinks in the warm evening glow.  We chatted aimlessly for a while about our new lives, and I was really having a lovely time. The Gin started to work it's magic upon me and I relaxed and got a bit bolder in my posture.

I had noticed that when they had arrived, both guys had involuntarily glanced down to my chest, at the time I had almost blushed at the glances. Once we were sitting together I had initially sat back into the chair, shoulders back to keep my dress under control. 

As the evening wore on however, I started to relax and enjoy their slightly more frequent attention. Every time I lent forward to pick up my drink, I could feel my top gently drift away from me and I knew that in these moments, the guys would be able to see a lot of my breasts, just a thin piece of cotton at the front of my dress covering my already slightly erect nipples.

Initially they were obviously on best behaviour and they were very discrete about the times they looked at me, but by the the third round of drinks, they had lost some of their gentlemanly conduct.

Similarly, whereas I had been rather demur about my posture when they had arrived, so the alcohol took its effect and I started to enjoy myself. I could see a look of hunger and attraction in their eyes as they glimpsed my breasts and I fed on it, drinking in the slight lustful atmosphere. I could feel my pussy once again tingling with anticipation, hoping for some more physical satisfaction.

As the bar filled up, it became quite noisy and difficult to hear. I was discussing the relative merits of my favourite authors with the dreamy Andy, and sitting back in the chair it was getting difficult to hear him. He had been much less bold than Greg at lusting after my breasts and I decided to make an wilder move.

Rather than sitting back in the chair, I pulled myself forward on to the front and lent towards him, ostensibly so that I could hear him better, but also in my mind to see whether he would take his chance to study my breasts in more detail. He was a little taller than me, and now I was sitting forward, I knew from my experiments at the mirror that he would now be able see almost all of my breasts, certainly down the sides, and potentially even a small crescent of areola.  

I could feel my heart hammering in my chest as I sat there, inviting him to look at, what I regarded as a most intimate part of my body.  I was enjoying the challenge of it and also was seriously wondering whether we might take it further.  We obviously enjoyed each others company and I was increasingly feeling that I wanted to experience much more of what sex with a guy could offer.

His behaviour however remained almost perfectly gentlemanly, when I turned to get a glass or comment on something to Charlotte, then he glanced down at my chest but other than that he remained stalwart in his best behaviour.

At the same time I could not but notice that Greg, while chatting with Charlotte was also taking every opportunity to stare at my almost completely exposed breasts. He didn't have a good an angle as the one I had engineered for Andy, but I was sure he could still see plenty.

After a while I had to visit the ladies and, as is often the way, Charlotte decided to come with me. 

"What do you think then, Becky" she inquired, "Do you think I have a chance with Greg?"

"Are you kidding?" I replied, "He seems enraptured with you. Can't you see the way he is hanging on your every word, agreeing to what you think. I think you are in with every chance. Anyway, you know guys, they are... What what I say... Easily led?"

"I wish I had tits like yours though." She responded, quietly and thoughtfully. "He may be talking to me but he is spending lots of time checking out your breasts." As she said this she looked down at my chest and strangely I suddenly felt rather self conscious.

I was rather taken aback, I had never had to deal with competition  with another girl over a guy, much less a guy that I wasn't even interested in.

"Hmmm. Yes. Sorry about that. I wasn't really expecting company when I dressed and now I find myself somewhat exposed." I knew in my heart she would not believe me but said it anyway.

"Oh come out it, I can see you are loving it, I was a bit surprised at first to see you showing off to them, but I mean if you've got something to show off, you should take advantage of it. Anyway Andy is a dear, but I think you will have to work quite hard to get him into bed."

"He's not gay is he?" I suddenly asked involuntarily. 

"I don't think so, not given the way he had been admiring you, I think he just isn't really looking for that sort of thing at the moment. Shall we say that you are not the first girl to have given him some... attention."

"Well I am not sure that I am looking for that sort of thing either really."

"Fuck off you're not. You come out to the bar in a sexy dress with no bra, sit there letting all the world check out your perfect C cup tits and then try to tell me that you aren't sure you are looking for a shag? Well you certainly give a good impression of someone looking for a shag." She was laughing as she said it but it was obvious from the tone that she was absolutely serious in her meaning.

In some ways I reflected she was probably right. I didn't know exactly what I wanted but it was certainly some kind of sexual experience. Maybe the fact that I hadn't ever had sex meant that I just didn't know that was what I wanted.

"Well anyway," I continued, "I think if you have any interest in Greg then it will be reciprocated. And best of luck to you both."

"Yeah you too, it will be interesting to see whether the gorgeous semi topless look is what Andy is looking for tonight." She said it with a wicked grin and I almost felt like it was a challenge.

We returned to our seats, but somehow I felt like time was running out, and that sitting in the bar was no longer what I wanted. Andy and Greg were talking to each other about sport and I felt somehow disappointed by them, although I realised that this was pretty much standard fare for what happens when you put two blokes in a bar.




An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 02



I lent right forward to Andy, putting my head next to his so I could speak quietly in his ear.

"Would you walk me back to my room?" It was a spur of the moment decision, made without any cunning plan, but once I had said it, I immediately asked myself exactly what I meant by it. Was I planning on seducing him? Or was this just a continuation of my previous game?

"Sure" he replied with an easy smile, as if girls dangled their tits in front of his nose every evening and then invited him back to their room. Perhaps they did, I thought to myself.

We got up from our chairs and wandered out of the bar. Charlotte grinned at us as we left and then winked at me once Andy's back was turned.

It was quite a relief to get out of the hot, noisy and crowded atmosphere, and we wandered slowly back to my room. I still had no clue what I was up to, although I could feel a compulsive need for more sexual satisfaction. I was in no doubt that if he wanted to fuck me then I would happily join in.

My room was only 2 minutes from the bar and so we arrived at my door before I had any chance to resolve my thoughts. He had not touched me on the walk, which I felt was a bad sign.

We arrived ay my door and I wondered if we were going to have one of those uneasy, come in for a coffee moments that you see on the telly.

 I opened the door, still in a dream of confusion.

"Come in" I said simply, without thought, and before I knew it, I was standing in my room in front of him with the doors closed.

My body was screaming out. "Kiss me, take me, fuck me." As I looked at him somewhat longingly.

"Have a seat if you like." I gestured to the only seat in the room.

He sat somewhat uneasily, moving some lecture notes out of the way. I sat on the bed, trying to move my bra that I had discarded earlier, without it being too obvious. 

We chatted again, firstly a little hesitantly but then as time went on much more fluently. We had similar tastes in music and I played him some of my favourite playlists on my laptop, and he suggested some other musicians that he thought I might like too.

All the time I was thinking at the back of my mind that while I was loving the evening, I really wanted to take him to bed.  I lay on my front on the bed as the night wore on. I was sure he could see as much as he wanted of my breasts and I was somewhat gratified to see his interest slowly growing. 

Perhaps he realised that this really was not an accident, that he was being presented with this view, that it was all perfectly intentional.

"You have the most lovely breasts." He finally broached the subject as it was coming up to 2am.

"Thank you." I replied. "I am glad you like them."

"Have you been trying to get me to look at your body all evening?"

"Hmmm, perhaps a bit. Not exactly. It started out as an experiment. You should understand that this is really the first time I have done anything like this. I am normally a terribly will behaved girl."

"Yes, I really believe you. I have watched you before, in lectures and things, and you honestly never gave the impression of being a girl that would spend her entire evening showing off her breasts to an innocent bloke."

I giggled that we were having this very formal discussion about this topic. The remains of the alcohol helped but still this was an odd social situation.

"So you have been experimenting on me?" He asked. "All evening?"

"No, the experiment was on me, to see if I dare go out like this, to see if I would like it. Like I said, I am normally terribly will behaved."

He smiled at me, then very obviously looked down at my still overly exposed chest.

"Well, you definitely have dared, I can see that, so I suppose the experiment was a success? I also suppose this makes me your lab rat? Just a guy to expose yourself to, who happened to be passing?"

"Hmmm." I replied. "Well it did start like that but, well it has been a lot nicer than I was expecting. It hasn't been too onerous has it. Mr Rat?"

"Ha. No perhaps not exactly, but no one likes to be used. No one likes to be taken for a fool, for a lab rat."

I felt a little bit guilty at this, that I had effectively taken advantage of him, worried that he would actually be annoyed.

"But when I invited you back to my room that wasn't part of the experiment. That was cos I genuinely wanted to be with you."

"Hmm, I see." He replied. He did not look convinced.

"Well if you feel genuinely aggrieved, that I have been using you, let me make it up to you. Would you like to see more of them?" I asked, pretending to be extra naïve. 

"What ?" He asked incredulously. "What did you have in mind?" 

"Well I could take off my dress altogether if you would like." I offered this as if I made proposals like that all the time.  I kneeled on the bed and lowered my hands to the hem of my dress. 

He just sat there, bemused.

"Becky, I don't think that this is a good idea, do you. We had a nice evening, you learned about your willingness to show off in public and I enjoyed the view, but do you really want to take it further now?"

My body was thinking "Yes! Yes!"

I lifted the hem of my dress up higher, exposing my knickers to him, and he sat there, impassively, just watching with a slight grin on his face. I watched his eyes slowly drift down to look at my pussy, lightly covered by just a thin cotton layer. There was definite desire in his face. I guessed he could see the slightly darker area of my brown trimmed hair through the cotton, I wondered if he had noticed.

I was still unsure exactly what I wanted from him, I did want some kind of sexual encounter but I was not entirely sure that I wanted to fuck him. Maybe just a little mutual satisfaction. I decided to roll the dice and see where it led.

After a hesitation of doubt, I completed the upward motion with my hands, slipping the rest of the garment over my head and lowering it down onto the bed beside me.  I glanced down at my breasts, the areola crinkled, the nipples standing proud.

This was the first time I had ever actively shown off my naked breasts to anyone.  I generally didn't even let other girls see me topless if I could avoid it. Not that I was ashamed of my breasts, I pretty much considered they were fine, just that I thought it was all very intimate. I ran my hands down over my tits, feeling the nipples rise and harden, and then moved my palms back up again, lifting them up slightly

"So there you see, I wasn't just using you, I genuinely like you, would really like to, well I don't know what but, certainly go a little further. You know. If you would like to."

There was a very uneasy silence been us, he looked at me, his amazing blue eyes running down over my exposed breasts, a glint of lust and attraction obvious in his look. On the other hand I could see hesitation and a little doubt fighting for dominance in his mind.

"Listen, Becky, you are the most lovely girl I have ever seen in my life, you definitely have the most amazing body of any girl I have ever seen in my life and I would dearly like to just take you and well, like you say, go a little further, perhaps even a lot further.  But I had this serious girl back at home, at school and we broke up when I came here, and I promised myself that I would keep it cool here and not get too involved, just be myself for a while. And I know when I get back to my room, I will look back on your spectacular breasts with true delight and regret but, just now, I am going to leave. And I really hope we can be friends and who knows what happens next."

I was a little disappointed at this response, I really thought that taking off my top, which was a big deal to me, would make him immediately come over and take me. I suppose that I could see his point about not jumping into another relationship so soon, but I was still quite frustrated about it all.

I stood up and walked the two steps between us until I was standing just in front of him. He was still wearing his jeans and shirt and I felt so completely exposed standing in front of him in just some thin cotton knickers. My pussy was becoming wet as I started to feel real desire for some sexual activity. I imagined him pulling my knickers down and burying his face between my legs but he remained un-moving, looking up at me impassively.

I could feel my heart beating rapidly in my chest, the adrenaline from my boldness pushing me on. I tried to take his hand and raise it up to my breasts, but just as it was about to brush them, he pulled it away.

"Stop. Becky. Please" He finally managed to utter. "I have to go."

With that, he stood up, picked up his stuff, opened the door and slipped out into the night. I wanted to run after him but my state of undress precluded any such insanity.

I was shell-shocked, I had always assumed that if a girl offered herself to a guy in a sufficiently seductive manner, that he would be delighted to go along with it. Now I felt rather let down at my own lack of desirability.

I lay back onto the bed and wondered where I had gone wrong, I did however remember that Charlotte had in fact prophesied that I would have no luck, even if I offered him a generous opportunity.

I imagined what might have been, thought of him pulling down my knickers, and pushing me back on the bed. I slid the remaining garment off and lay back, my fingers slowly gravitating to my pussy.

As my mind started to imagine what it would be like to have a guy open my legs and gaze upon the lips of my pussy, opening slightly as if to welcome him into my body, my finger started to lightly brush my clit. 

Already, I could feel the whole area was slick and glistening with my wetness and my clit immediately responded to my attentions, keen to be played with. I ran my fingers up and down the inner folds of my labia, letting the tips of my fingers glide slightly inside my pussy, then slowly and gently returned to focusing on my clit.  

I let all four fingers slowly caress the area around it, not touching it directly, just surrounding it and occasionally clipping it with a pad.  Then, as I felt this becoming more and more pleasant, I started to pass my fingers more firmly over the tip, initially just one or two, then slowly more consistently three, rubbing  its tip and the area around it.

My other hand, I moved down to below my clit, and slowly and forcefully, I pushed the end of a finger inside me. As I did so, I grunted at the pleasure and the glorious raw sensation.

All the time I was imagining what it would be like to have a guy making these same feelings for me, what it would have been like if Andy had wanted me, how odd it would have been to have let him see my most intimate places, touch me in the most intimate ways, perhaps even put his fingers inside my body.  

Almost as soon as I had thought of him forcing his fingers up into my cunt, my orgasm arrived as a huge burst of pleasure, rushing up through my body and triggering a bout of screaming and grunting that must have been audible well outside the walls of my room. My fingers kept on hammering on my clit until I had exhausted the sensation, and also myself.

Finally I tucked myself up under my duvet and started to plan in my mind how I could achieve my hopes and my dreams.

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An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 03



Which one of them did I want to take to bed with me, I asked myself. On one hand there was Rich, the rather arrogant and over confident guy from my tutor group who had repeatedly expressed an interest in me, but who frankly did not seem to respect my personal space or privacy too much. He was good looking with a nice physique and lovely brown hair, well maintained but not amazing.

Alternatively, there was Andy who I really fancied but who, even after I had stripped topless and thrown myself at him, had remained un-tempted and had rejected my advances. They were both good looking guys, but Andy had dreamy blue eyes and also seemed like he would treat me better. On the other hand Rich was definitely more interested and would be much less likely to reject me and leave me in an embarrassing social nightmare.

I dreamed of what I imagined sex would be like with each of them as I lay naked in bed one Sunday morning, my hand gently massaging my clit, already aware of my pussy getting wet with arousal.

It was three weeks since my first unsuccessful attempt to tempt Andy into an intimate liaison, and we had remained on good terms since then. He hadn't expressed any more interest in me than before, but then he hadn't pushed back on my gentle flirting either. Rich had continued with his less that subtle interest in observing my body at any attempt, and I had become significantly less bothered by his attentions.

The previous evening, I had been out drinking in the bar of the hall of residence, with some girlfriends when Rich and some mates had arrived late on, fairly drunk and very merry. I had been wearing a strappy vest top over jeans when Rich had approached me, and rather than objecting to his attentions, I had rather enjoyed playing with him. 

While pretending to reach forward to get my bag, I had shown him a little view of my tits, then adjusted my top back before gradually letting it fall forward again to expose myself. I had watched his eyes glance down to look between my breasts. It was all fairly innocent fun, although he had been quite bold in looking at me whether I was watching him or not.

I was not sure in my heart whether I really fancied him, but I could feel myself becoming more attracted to the idea of messing about with him a bit.

There was a First Year a ball coming up and I decided that this would be a good opportunity to force the issue with one of them, if only I could decide which. If I could be sure of success with Andy then it would be him, but it was becoming an itch that had to be scratched, and I didn't fancy another rejection.

I lay back in bed, one finger on my clit, my other hand gently pushing deeper into my pussy and imagining what it would be like to allow Rich do the same, would he be gentle, or would he go at his own pace, taking me however he wanted. I feared I knew the answer, but also suspected that I wanted to try anyway.

I breathed deeply as my orgasm finally rippled through me, thoughts of the two guys mixed in my head as I imagined how I would feel the first time.

Later that day, I met up with Charlotte, who had become quite a good friend, and we chatted about the ball coming up. Neither of us had anything suitable to wear for it, so we decided to go shopping to see if we could pick up something nice to wear. She had been rather more successful than me in luring her Romeo into bed and had a date for the ball, although she was somewhat sympathetic to my plight as a single girl.

We found a dress shop that was perfect for us, it was not too expensive, and had a lot of pretty party dresses. I had never bought a dress previously that was designed to show off my body, my sun dresses and vest tops were obviously quite low cut, but these dresses were different. They were nearly all very short, finishing just a few centimetres down my thighs and they all seemed to either be halter neck or backless.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked Charlotte. "I mean there will be very little left to the imagination."

"Oh you mean a bit like that evening in the bar when you sat flashing your tits at my boyfriend?" She replied with a grin. 

She did have a bit of a point I suppose but I still felt a little bit uncomfortable. On that occasion it had been a spur of the moment thing, when I had just happened to try an experiment. Here I was actually going out of my way to buy a garment that I knew would show off either my legs or my breasts or, in some cases it seemed, both.

"We won't be the only ones in dresses like this, it does seem a little, provocative, I don't know, maybe even a bit slutty, do you think?"

I said this as I was inspecting a short tight black dress with a deep v-neck opening that would definitely show off a great deal of my breasts.

"Oh I don't think you need to worry about that, I have been to a few of the weekly dances, and this kind of thing is pretty much de rigueur. There will be plenty of female flesh on view and if I were you, I would want to be part of the view. No one wants to be the Cinderella after all."

With this Charlotte came out of the changing room wearing a tight blue dress in a sparkly cloth that barely covered her bum or her breasts.

"What do you think? Do you think that Greg will like it?" She inquired with a wicked grin on her face.

"I think he will like it, if he doesn't mind the entire male population of the college eyeing you up. It is not exactly modest is it?" I exclaimed, unable to believe she would really go out in it.

"Oh go on, try something on yourself. You might be surprised how you like it." She fired back at me.

I went through the rail of cheaper dresses and managed to find a halter neck dress that did not expose too much cleavage and was at least long enough to cover up a decent about of my thighs.

I went into the changing room and put it on, it was obvious that there was no way that I could wear a bra underneath it, and while that might have scandalised me a few weeks before, I had already become more accustomed to dressing to reveal a little. While the neckline was reasonable decent, this was somewhat at the expense of a huge gap at the sides, it covered the front of my breasts, but there was more than a hint of the side of them being visible before the fabric cut low under my arms to meet at the back. A single thin chord held the fabric in place across my back, and another thin element held it up around my neck. I thought that probably it was designed for someone with an a-cup where the line of her breasts would not really fill out the front, but for me with my full b-cup, the effect was much more voluptuous and revealing.

I stepped out of the dressing room into the common area where Charlotte and a few other shoppers were admiring themselves in the wall of mirrors. Looking at myself I felt a real buzz of sexual excitement. I looked really good in the dress, it fitted perfectly and while the gap at the sides could be revealing, with my arms at my side it was perfectly decent.

I felt super sexy in it though, the thin fabric at the front pulled tight across my breasts, accentuating their firm shape with just a hint of a ridge where my nipples were already slightly raised. It was tight down across my legs with a small slit at the side to allow a little freedom.

"Wow, Becky you look great in that." exclaimed Charlotte, and a couple of the other women in the shop looked across appreciatively as well, agreeing with her sentiments.

"Yeah it feels really good on as well." I agreed, before adding in a whisper, "and not too slutty."

Charlotte came over to inspect it.

"Raise your arms a little." She demanded quietly. I complied obediently, somewhat aware of what she was going to observe.

"Mmmm. Yes I thought so, you are just hinting at a little bit of side boob there, not a lot but just enough to tease them, I think it is just right. In fact I think it will drive then wild. Are you still making a play for Andy by the way, still trying to get him into your bed?"

"Well, I think so... Although, I don't want to end up like last time.", Charlotte knew the details of my last efforts with Andy, although she didn't know about Rich's interest in me.

"Let's be clear Becky, if you are intent on fucking Andy then you might have to wait a while, but frankly I think half the male population of the college would happily follow you home dressed like that. It's really a matter of what you want."

I regarded myself in the mirror once again and could only agree with her, everything about this outfit said, 'Look at my fabulous figure and desire me.' 

We tried on a few other dresses and eventually Charlotte decided on a little black number that actuated her limited bust with a deep v-neck that opened nearly to her navel. I decided to stick with my super sexy halter neck number and we walked out the shop with big grins on our faces. A couple of the other shoppers had brought male accomplices and I could tell from the way that they glanced lasciviously at us as we tried the dresses on at the end that we looked just as desirable as we intended.

I decided to buy my own ticket to the ball. I knew Andy wouldn't offer, and didn't want to commit to anything with any other guys despite a couple of offers, most notably from Rich who asked me as if he had every assumption that I would say yes. I told him that I was going already and I could sense a note of surprise, perhaps he was wondering who else had asked me.

On the day, I changed into my new dress together with a lacy g-string that I had bought on a little lingerie purchasing trip, and a pair of very sheer tights from the same shop. I spent an unusual amount of time sorting out my hair and makeup until I was convinced that the overall effect was the best I could manage. 

I met Charlotte and Greg in the hall bar for a quick sharpener beforehand and was amazed at how great she looked. He was also superbly turned out in black tie and was the perfect James Bond stand in. I envied her with her amazing hair and makeup, standing there next to this dashing fellow, safe in the knowledge that at the end of the evening, she had someone to go home with.

I on the other hand was super nervous. I really wanted Andy to show up, but he had remained ambiguous on the subject right up until that morning. Obviously Rich was going, but was that what I wanted?

We walked across the campus and our party, along with a number of other ball goers were causing quite a stir. Obviously, any red blooded guy that didn't have a date was making up for the omission by sitting on the lawn and ogling the pretty girls as they walked by into the hall that was hosting the ball. I was glad to see that while my outfit was certainly risqué, it was actually at the conservative end of the spectrum in some ways. There was an indecent amount of cleavage on show and a similar amount of legs. Most of the girls were tall, fit and absolutely gorgeous, and had dresses to attract the maximum amount of testosterone filled attention. I kept my arms by my sides, not feeling the need to flaunt anything at this early stage in the evening.

Once we were in the ball, the evening rushed by in a flash of lights, drinks and music. I danced with a few different groups, girls from my classes, then a mixed group that included Rich, who kept a close eye on me throughout, evidently keen to see if I was with anyone, then finally Charlotte, Greg and Andy who much to my delight made a late showing.

We all danced together for the most part and while I was looking for an opportunity to get more intimate with Andy, it was not possible at first. I made up for my frustration with perhaps a little too much drinking and quickly realised that I was more tipsy than I was used to. Neither school nor home life had given me opportunities for drinking and I did not have a good gauge of my capabilities.

Finally, the DJ decided that a more romantic moment had arrived and he put some slow numbers on to dance to. I practically cheered and immediately rushed over to Andy's side and put my hands round his neck, expressing my preference and ownership. I noticed Rich glancing in my direction and then slinking off to the bar as I did so and felt just a slight twang of guilt.

Andy smiled down at me and laughed. "Hello Becky, it is lovely to see you. You are looking ravishing this evening. Again. I presume you would like a dance."

As he did this he put his hands onto my back and sides, which were exposed as my arms were round his neck, and it became clear to both of us, perhaps unexpectedly, that he was essentially holding my naked body as the dress only really covered my front. I could feel the cuff of his shirt rubbing slightly against the side of my breast and wondered exactly how much an intent observer might be able to see.

"Oh thanks Andy, do you like my dress" I asked nonchalantly.

"I am sure everyone likes it, although many might think you a bit of a tease."

"Well I am not teasing you, think of this as an initial offer." I pressed my breasts into his chest as if to reinforce my intentions.

We danced together in silence for a while, I held him close, my head tucked under his chin and on his shoulder, my body pressed close to him, luxuriating in his hands running over the skin of my back and sides. I started to think that he might be loosening his unwillingness to my proposal.

"Listen, Becky." He finally started saying. "I know where you stand, but look, I don't want to lead you on. I meant what I said. I am really not looking for a relationship."

My heart sank, I was not sure how I would deal with another rejection from him, I could feel tears in my eyes and all of a sudden, my drunken state seemed like a bad move.

"Look, Andy. It doesn't matter if you don't want a relationship, just come back to my room, it doesn't have to be a relationship, just come back and see how it goes for one night. It can be.... casual."

"That's not how I am." He continued. "I don't want that. Look. I don't want to lead you on, and so I'm going now."

With this he untangled himself from my grasps and slowly left the dance floor. I felt abandoned and alone, desperate for some physical consolation. I wandered back over to the bar where I could see the remnants of our group chatting. 

As soon as I approached, I noticed Rich looking over at me, pleased obviously that Andy had gone, and that I was still there. He got me a drink like a gentleman, and then we had a bit of a chat about the course of the evening.

Another slow track started and rather unexpectedly he grabbed me by the hand and asked me if I wanted to dance with him. I was desperate for some physical consolation and rather unexpectedly agreed with some enthusiasm, I saw a look of glee pass across his face as we made our way over to the dance floor. 

Whereas Andy had, I think, been surprised by the intimacy that my dress afforded him when he put his hands on my back, Rich definitely was not, and I wondered if he had in fact planned where he would hold me. Rather than reaching round me and putting his hands on my back, he put his hands directly on my sides, directly on my ribs, where the palm of his hand was essentially resting on the exposed sides of my breasts. I knew that it was a pre-planned move, but my mood and the alcohol meant that rather than resenting it, I actually welcomed the imposing intimacy, whoever it was from. 

We danced like that for a song, and then I pulled him closer, interested by my own response, and his. I pushed my breasts into his chest, and also pushed my hips in towards his. I realised immediately that there was a noticeably hard lump in his trousers, and realised that as he was gently caressing the sides of my tits with his palms, it was obviously arousing him as well as me.

I heard him groan slightly and appreciatively, pushing back slightly so I felt his cock pressing into my stomach. He moved one of his hands from my side to my bum and left it there gently caressing my rear, feeling the top of my g-string and then following the single element as it disappeared down between my cheeks. It felt like he was gently exploring my body, seeing how much I would let him get away with.

I put my hand down to his ass too and pressed him even closer to me, luxuriating in feeling his body so close to mine, I could smell him now, after shave lightly mixed with hot body. I looked around the dance floor and we were not the only couple engaged in debauched groping, most hands seemed to be locked on arses, tits were fair game and hips seemed to be locked together, grinding into each other.

I felt him adjust his hand on my side again, sliding it further forward, rather than just resting on my side and ribs, he was now caressing the side of my breast, then even as I realised that, I felt his thumb open up and move from touching the side of my tit, round over my nipple to alight just on the underside of it.

I was outraged that without any encouragement he felt that he could touch my breast, my nipple, but I also felt this was an adventure that I was just beginning. I kissed his neck lightly to express my approval and to encourage him.

I also felt that he was taking advantage of my mood and the drink but I could feel my own response growing in a lustful glow between my legs and was not going to call a halt quite yet.

As we danced slowly to the music, I glanced over to the bar, and noticed that Rich's friends, many of whom were on my course, were still over there drinking and also seemed to be treating his progress as a spectator sport. Perhaps, I thought, he was playing to the gallery, seeing what he could get away with in front of his mates. They would certainly be able to see his hand disappearing into the gap under my arm, resting upon my naked breast.

The next time I had my back to them, I noticed his hand once again moving around on my bum as he ran his fingers down to my thigh, then up over my ass. In fact, I realised, his fingertips were on my tights, not on my dress and the sides of my skirt were pulling up with his fingers, he was actually lifting the back of my dress up with his hand, no doubt showing off my bare bum through my sheer tights, together with the top of my string.

Even in my state, I decided this was an imposition too far and I pulled away from him, forcing him to disengage from the embrace.

He looked at me as if to challenge me to discuss his actions, as always uncompromising in his behaviour. I didn't really like that side of him, but was enjoying myself too much to care, anyway I wanted to see where it would lead. I didn't want to fuck him, but certainly wanted to mess about some more.

"Come on then, enough of the show for your mates, let's go somewhere quieter." I shouted into his ear through the load music. He gestured his agreement and then I led him off the dance floor, like an obedient poodle, and out into the warm night air.

Once outside, the atmosphere between us changed a little, I wondered where I was leading him, there was only my room or his really. I didn't want to end up in his room in some embarrassing mess, but felt a little uneasy about him coming back to mine. In the end I decided mine was the better bet. He seemed to be assuming this was the plan anyway.

As we walked back he put his arm around me and then he talked about himself, his hopes and plans, it amazed me the confidence he had in himself, there was nothing he felt he could not do. It was noticeable however that he didn't ask me about myself very much, a better talker than a listener.

Finally we arrived back at my room and once again I was amazed at how trivially and thoughtlessly I just invited him in, without any serious consideration of what the implication of my actions might be.

By this time it was quite late, after midnight, and I realised that there was little point in the pretence of coffee or pleasantries, anyway I knew from the walk over that he was not one of life's great raconteurs. 




An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 03



I stopped in the middle of the room and turned to look at him, almost challenging him to do something, to make the opening gambit. Even having done this however, I was aroused by the swiftness of his approach.

He immediately took my face in his hands, pulled me towards him and kissed me with an open mouth, I kissed him back, and almost as soon as I did, his tongue was in my mouth, pushing inside me, licking my lips and tongue. It was bizarre to suddenly have my mouth invaded by another, to have him running his tongue over my teeth where no one had previously been. I liked it, but found his lightning fast moves somewhat disconcerting.

In order to regain an element of control, I pushed his tongue back with my own, forcing my tongue into his mouth, licking his teeth. This was nearly as strange as what he had done, but at least I did not feel like I was just being dominated by him. The effect of the whole thing though was to further inflame my passion, I could feel a yearning from my pussy, a yearning that would not be satisfied without an orgasm.

The next thing I knew his hands were once again moving all over my back, one running down over my bum, the other running down my naked back and down my sides. Unlike previously when we were dancing, he was much more direct this time, moving his hand down my side and inside my dress, onto my breast as if he had a right to do it. I now felt my body invaded on two fronts, as his tongue was back, pressed into my mouth, his fingers lightly played with my nipple, his palm gently pressing onto the lower curve of my tit.

I could feel my heart beating harder and faster with the anticipation of what was to come, it was so strange to be so out of control, allowing this guy to touch me, touch my breasts without asking, and force his tongue into my mouth without asking. I knew I wanted a sexual experience but had not really thought through how exactly it would pan out. He was just doing what he wanted without really asking me what I wanted.

I felt his hand move from my bum to my neck and knew instinctively what would happen next, my dress was only held up at the neck with a single button, and I could feel him playing with it, trying to undo it with one hand. I panicked a little as I suddenly realised that I was only wearing a lace g-string and a pair of tights under the dress that he was about to unfasten, once again imposing himself without any attempt to check that I was happy with what he was about to do. I wondered if he ever asked anyone anything about what they wanted before doing it. 

Before I had come to a conclusion on the matter, I felt the button become undone, the front of the dress relax, and then slowly start to descend to the floor. I held my breath in fear, my heart hammering in my chest as I anticipated how I would feel.

Rich pulled back slightly from me, looked me challengingly in the eyes to gauge my reaction, and then looked down at my body as the dress finally slithered down my frame, exposing neck, then collar bones, breasts, nipples, stomach and finally my lace knickers. He stood there in front of me, a look of complete desire and lust on his face, his gaze moving from my face to my nipples, my breasts, and my underwear. I felt that he was completely taking advantage of the situation, and yet I was so aroused, I knew that I was not going to stop him, I was almost egging myself on, pushing myself to see just how much I was willing to do. 

All I knew was that I wasn't going fuck him, but I wanted to experience as much of everything else. I wondered what his expectations were, how would he react if I refused to fuck him. 

I looked down at my body and could hardly believe that I was standing in front of him, letting him study me, enjoy looking at me as if I was just there for his delectation. I decided to play along with it, just to see how it felt, I slid my tights off so that I was then wearing just the lace g-string, then I raised my arms above my head in a provocative way, feeling my breasts stretch up and flatten slightly. I watched his face as he could hardly believe his luck that I was so outrageously showing off. 

His eyes moved over my tits and down to my knickers, the sheer lace giving a clear view of the well-trimmed hair between my legs. He reached forward a little to touch my breasts, but I pushed him away, eager to act for him some more. I licked my fingers and played with my nipple, just like I did when I masturbated to myself, although I could feel that I was already completely aroused, my clit was buzzing in my knickers desperate to be stimulated.

He didn't seem to mind me pushing him away, in fact I think that he seemed to enjoy watching me a huge amount. In fact, as I was getting hugely aroused from his reaction to my show, I decided that this might be better than something that encouraged him to fuck me, something I was still intent on delaying.

I moved back to him, letting him touch me however he wanted, he ran his hands wildly over me grabbing at my tits, feeling my bum, playing with my nipples, squeezing and pinching them at will. I almost felt like it was no longer my body, just a plaything for him, although at the same time his actions were serving to boost my arousal. 

I quickly slid his jacket off and undid his shirt and tie, discarding them on the floor. Next I undid his trousers, and with one movement, slid both them and his underwear down passed his knees, before kneeling down in front of him to complete the job of removing both they and his socks and shoes.

I therefore found myself kneeling on the floor in front of him, finally gazing directly onto his cock. It looked surprisingly big to me, especially since I now understood that it was supposed to fit inside my pussy, perhaps it was 4 or 5 inches long and an inch in diameter. I studied it for a few seconds, pleased to have a chance to look at him in the same way that he had looked at me. He glanced down at me, a look of complete lust dominating his thoughts. It was obvious that he too was desperate for satisfaction and I wondered what the best thing was to give us both the relief that we craved without forcing the issue of me letting him fuck me. I decided that as I was taking the bold approach to the evening, I may as well go for it.

I reached forward and took his cock in my hand, it was warm and surprisingly hard, it almost felt like it was beating, like it was alive independent from him. As I did so, he groaned slightly, as if I were finally fulfilling a long held dream of his. Moving closer to him, I then placed my mouth just an inch in front of the tip, from here I could see that there was already a light thin liquid emerging from it giving the end a slight shiny gloss.

There was so much expectation and glee in his face that I felt empowered and happy, even as though I kneeled in front of him, subjecting myself to his pleasure.

Looking up at him, I made eye contact with him and then opened my lips and look just the end of his cock into my mouth. The slightly salty taste of it was not unpleasant, but it felt huge in my mouth. Rich took deep intake of breath as I opened my mouth deeper and pushed it further into me.

It was strange to suddenly realise that I was there in my room, already half naked and with a guy's cock deep in my mouth. He wriggled slight, groaned appreciatively, then thrust his hips forward slightly, pushing even deeper into my mouth. I felt the end of his tip touch the back of my throat and struggled not to gag on it as he continued to grunt. It all felt increasingly out of my control, his hips were now moving back and forward a little, pulling his cock in and out of my mouth, his grunting increasing in loudness and frequency. 

On one hand I didn't really like how I had ended up, kneeling before him, serving him, but actually the wild animalistic nature of the whole experience was amazing too.

He put his hands down onto the back of my head, using them to increase the force as he fucked my mouth, for there was no longer any illusion that this was what he was doing. I was unsure what to do, it was an interesting new experience, the most incredibly intimate thing that I had ever felt, and yet I also felt slightly used by it all. I promised myself that this would only be the beginning, the appetiser for a feast of my own. 

Even as I thought this, he reached a crescendo of thrusting and grunting that obviously presaged his initial orgasm. He came quickly and violently, his cock was initially in my mouth and I felt it start to spasm and then my mouth felt like it filled up with a sweet and salty goo, I quickly became overwhelmed by the quantity of cum in my mouth and I pulled my head back away from him, gasping for breath. Some of the cum escaped from the side of my mouth, running down my chin.

He looked down at me as I swallowed the mouthful of sperm that he had deposited in me, there was a look of glee in his eyes, obviously this was something that he was really enjoying, absolute pleasure seemed to be ripping through him, both at his orgasm, and also I suspected in the way that I was eating his cum.

His cock however, much to my surprise, was not finished yet, as another spurt of white liquid flew out of the end, splashing across my cheek and into my hair. Even then there was more coming out, I could not believe how much he could produce, the final burst came out more slowly, dripping down onto my tits, leaving a trail of white goo down across my chest.

Finally he was done, his breathing returned to a more normal level and he relaxed back from his tense posture. I felt utterly covered in his sperm, it was running down my face, dripping from my chin, cascading down my tits, there was a whole load in my hair, it was monstrous.

"Oh fuck, Becky." He whispered, "I am sorry about that, it happened so quickly and, you seemed okay with it but, well there isn't normally so much, I didn't think it would go everywhere."

I looked up at him, lost for words, still kneeling in front of him, a bit of me was now feeling a little like an obedient slut that he had fucked. He could see that I was not going to reply. Perhaps he saw a little of my emotional reaction in my eyes.

"That was really though the loveliest thing that I have ever done, absolutely fantastic, I am very grateful."

I tried not to be bothered about the mess, I couldn't decide if I was disgusted by it or aroused by it. It was little bit like him pissing in my mouth and on my face, but the actual texture of it was different, it was warm and sticky, and of course there was the association with sex. I was also tempted to believe that he really did not mean to plaster it all over my face and body, although for sure he had every intention of cuming into my mouth. On reflection I thought, I had quite liked it, it was so feral, so back to nature, it was so completely different from the normal, innocent, controlled way that I lived my life. I was also desperate to have an orgasm of my own, and was pleased to have disarmed any possibility of him fucking me.

"Don't worry about it, Rich" I reassured him, wiping most of the cum from my face and breasts as I stood up and walked over to my bed. "Why don't you come over here and we can see what happens next."

He still looked very uncomfortable about his actions, his cock had shrunk to a fraction of its size and looked a little ashamed.

"Look Becky, I really should go now. I feel bad for what I have done. There was probably so much of it because I have been so hard for so long, looking at you and touching you this evening. I couldn't do any more." He turned to go.

Almost yelling at him, I gave him no doubts as to my thoughts on this. 

"Fuck off Rich, you are not going anywhere. I have needs and wants too. Stop being so fucking selfish and come here." 

He obeyed gingerly, looking suddenly embarrassed and uneasy as he realised the truth of my words. He walked over to the bed and sat down. 

"Yeah, sure Becky, sorry of course you are right." He mumbled quietly, not looking me in the eyes.

"What do you know about giving a girl a decent orgasm?" I asked him directly. "Cos you seem to have given me a crash course in how blokes cum, and I am expecting something equally... entertaining."

"Well really not much, you are pretty much the first." He mumbled on, at least I was impressed by his honesty.

"Would you like to take off my g-string?" I challenged him.

Actually he didn't need much encouragement, and he reached forward and put his fingers into the strings at my hips. I settled myself for my final unveiling to him. Somehow I had got used to him seeing my tits, but now to let him see my pussy as well felt like another major step.

Gently, he slowly inched the sides down, gradually exposing the trimmed bush between my legs. He pulled the knickers down to below knee level, giving me the opportunity to step out of them, but he didn't discard the garment, instead holding on to it as I stood in front of him, perfectly nude. Once again, I watched him run his eyes over every detail of my body, drinking in my form, my heart hammering in my chest had made me hot and sweaty, my chest pink and flushed.

"You have so much hair." He observed, looking directly at my pussy. I guessed he had only seen shaved girls in porn, and didn't have much idea about what a real girl looked like.

"Well so do you." I retorted. Pointing out that his cock was surrounded by a healthy growth. I also noted that, hairy or not, after gazing at my pussy, his cock had still regained a little of its previous boldness and was now at least half erect again. 

I could not get away from the impression however that he found my pubic hair faintly disgusting, and it simply increased my intention that he would just have to learn a few things about how to please a girl.

I instructed him to lie back onto the bed, his head at the foot end, lying on his side looking towards me. It was reasonably wide bed, so there was still plenty of space for me to sit next to him. I sat back onto the bed the other way round from him, with my naked pussy in front of his face and then reclined with my head to the pillow end, so that I had my face looking at his cock.

I then forced myself, despite my natural reservations, to lift my upper knee so that he was looking directly onto my open pussy lips, my clit visible under its little hood, the lips of my vulva pulled wide apart to expose every intimate detail of my form. I could hardly believe as my legs parted that I was letting him see me so exposed, so vulnerable.

It took all my nerve to watch as his eyes roamed over me, taking in every part of my exposed sex. 

"Fuck, you are lovely, Becky. Wow." I smiled at his compliment, but yearned for more.

I moved my hand down to my pussy and started playing with my clit, normally I had to be gentle at first, but on this occasion it was more than ready for anything. I rubbed it with two fingers, then ran rings around it, all the time letting him watch, his cock getting harder and harder.

"Now for me, this is the part that really gets me going.", I explained, controlling the speed of my movements to remain near the edge. I let him watch my movements, studying my open lips, my clit and the way that I touched myself. There was a strange intimate atmosphere, the silence was broken only by the sound of my fingers sliding over the folds of my lips.

"Now I quite like putting a finger inside my pussy too. ", I continued, sliding a finger of my other hand a little way into my pussy. "But the real centre of attention is my clit."

His eyes were wide open in rapt attention as he lay there, his face just inches from my wide open pussy, studying every detail as I slowly teased myself and played with myself.

"And it doesn't smell bad does it?" I asked quietly, as slowly he moved his face a little closer, his mouth was now just two inches from my clit.

"And it doesn't taste bad either." I took my finger out of my pussy and put it into my mouth, sensing the slightly sour flavour that I knew well. After sucking my finger and savouring the flavour, I repeated the action, however instead of putting my finger covered in the juices from my pussy in my mouth, I put it into his.

He complied completely willingly, opening his mouth and licking my finger without question, and I knew that the battle was won.

"So, focus on that part ", indicating my clit," and suck my pussy." I instructed him in a cold voice, leaving him in no doubt that this was not an idle request.

To his credit, he moved his mouth directly to my clit and immediately started to lick all around it. Any doubts he may have had about putting his face down into my hairy slit were forgotten as he obediently licked and sucked me.

I was quickly lost in the intense pleasure it gave me, it was very different to my fingers playing with my clit. It was warm and wet, softer and a more all-encompassing feeling as he sucked parts of my labia, or even took my whole clit into his mouth, sucking it and playing with it with his tongue.

I came almost straight away, screaming out as he ran his tongue all round my clit as directed. It was a huge orgasm, probably the most intense thing I had ever felt, the fact that it was being given to me by a guy with his face stuck between my naked legs just added to the most amazing feeling. To let a guy see my pussy and then kiss it, lick it and pleasure me was even more out of this world than sucking his cock had been.

I pushed him away a little, giving myself time to recover. I knew that I could easily have four or five orgasms, but I needed a minute or two between them, as the pleasure just became too intense. I started to feel better about the way he had cum all over me earlier, I had been no more able to contain my orgasm than he. Obviously the experience of licking my clit was really turning him on as well as his cock was now back to full size. As it was only just in front of me, I kissed it again, once again tasting the remnants of his cum from earlier.

Without my having to prompt him, he then dived back into his task, moving his mouth back to my clit and once again licking and sucking me. I luxuriated in the glorious pleasure for a few minutes and then took his cock back into my mouth at the same time. We were side by side now, each with a lower straight leg, and our upper leg bent at the knee. In this way, he could suck my pussy and I could at the same time get his cock into my mouth.

I tried a variety of things with him as we lay in this way. I licked the tip of his cock while massaging the shaft with my hand, then I tried pressing it into my mouth as far as possible, and finally I massaged his cock with my hand while I took each of his balls into my mouth and sucked them. I could tell from his reaction that he loved this, groans and a gentle thrust greeted many of my movements.

At the same time Rich had developed a much more ambitious approach as well, I felt him gently nibble on the lips of my labia, lick all along my slit and gently explore the opening of my pussy with his tongue. 

I too moaned appreciatively and quickly could feel my next orgasm coming on. I didn't hold back with it, just letting it rip through my body, waves of pleasure coursing through me. I had to stop sucking his cock for an instant for fear of biting him. 

Afterwards, while he had a momentary rest from sucking me, I took him back into my mouth and restarted my moves as before, I didn't know if he could cum twice, and I hoped there would be less goo this time, but I wanted to please him more. I got the impression from his rock hard erection and sound effects that he would easily be able to make him climax again.

At the same time, I quite wanted to feel a bit more of the domination that he must have felt when he initially showered cum all over my face and tits, I therefore started to shift over in the bed so that I was on top of him with my legs straddling his face, his mouth still pressed to my clit, while I was still able to lower my mouth down over his cock.




An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 03



I liked this position even more, and found that like this I too could thrust my clit gently onto his mouth increasing the intensity of my sensations with much more control.

We laid like this a short while, I was bobbing my head up and down vigorously onto his cock, taking it deep into my mouth each time and licking the tip as it moved into my mouth, I could taste more cum from him again and knew he must be close again. He was helpless underneath me as I straddled his face, rubbing my clit onto his mouth where his tongue licked and pressed into me. It was the most beautiful sensation, a symmetry of pleasure given and accepted.

Finally I came again, at the moment of orgasm I could not help but to grind my clit even harder into his face, my later orgasms were always better for a more forceful approach. I lifted my mouth away from him for a moment and screamed out with the violent waves of pleasure that wracked through my body.

As I lifted my pussy from his mouth, I renewed my attentions on his cock, ramming it down into my mouth with ever more vigorous stokes, once again I felt it crash into my throat, however this time I revelled in the extreme animal glory of my debauchery.

Inevitably he came again, pumping my mouth full of his cum again, I was glad to welcome it into me. I sucked every last drop from his cock, squeezing and licking him, desperate to get everything out of him until my mouth was full of his salty and yet slightly sweet seed.

Then I had an idea of how to complete the evening, complete the sexual act that was both intimate and erotic. I lifted myself off his face, noticing that his whole face was wet, covered in my sex, and moved myself around so that my face was opposite his.

I still held all his salty seed in my mouth and I slowly lowered my mouth to his and then kissed him passionately. I forced my tongue into his mouth, covering his tongue in his cum, licked all around his teeth, coating them in sperm. He made an ambiguous noise, a grunt, but not one of pleasure perhaps and so I pulled away from him, concerned that I was hurting him.

He got up, pushing me away from him, an irritated and unhappy look in his eyes. I relaxed back on the bed, sexually satisfied, glorying in the wanton abandon, but I was curious as to what his problem was.

"What the fuck Becky?" He cried out in irritation. I looked back at him mystified.

"I mean, did you have to do that? First you crush my face under your cunt, then you fucking kiss me with your mouth full of cum? I mean, you could have asked, did you really think I wanted that?"

I was still confused, what was his problem?

"Ok, so maybe you give a good blow job but I mean, do you have to be so fucking pushy?"

I was getting annoyed by this stage, what was his problem? I thought he would enjoy the intimacy, appreciate that we had shared such a moment of sexual gratification. After all, he had expected to fill my mouth with cum, how could he not want to share the sensation.

"What do you mean?", I retorted. "Didn't you enjoy it? I thought it was amazing."

He looked at me as though I was mad.

"Oh whatever. But this is it, we had a moment, but no more." I laid on the bed, looking up at him, my legs still wide open showing him the extent of my sexual coquetry. I could still feel my hair matted together at the side of my face, covered in the cum from his first ejaculation.

With this he rose, slipped on some clothes and then walked out of the door. I was bothered and annoyed by him for a moment, but quickly came to realise that this was just another insight into his character and that perhaps this had been the best of him that I would see. 

Maybe, I thought, my next adventures would require a more loving and generous partner. In the meantime there was still time for one last orgasm, as my finger returned to my already slick and wet clit.

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An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 04



"Well Becky, sounds like you had a pretty wild night," Charlotte remarked, with a big wicked grin on her face. 

My heart dropped, I knew that Rich had been unhappy about the way I had kissed him with my mouth full of his own cum, but I couldn't believe that he had already gone and blabbed it all round the college.

"What has that tosser been telling everyone?" I asked her, looking round the deserted bar to see how many other people might over hear us.

"Well I hear you have a serious cum fetish thing going on, I mean facials, snowballs, gosh, wow, I had no idea. I bet you have suddenly risen straight to the top of the list of the girls that any of the guys want to go home with after a dance. Well except for the cum swapping bit that Rich described as the most gross thing of all time. I did think he was out of order though, blabbing it in the middle of the bar," she giggled like a schoolgirl, obviously thinking about what I had been up to.

"What a bastard, how can he tell everyone that, now everyone is going to think I am such a slut, he doesn't have any right to tell people that, I mean it is different for him," I looked around the bar, wondering if people were already looking over at me judging me, imagining me with my mouth sucking Rich's cock.

So I did not exactly become a hermit after the ball, but I did definitely stay away from the bar and was not seen at parties or dances that term. Even then when I was going around the college I still saw guys looking at me with cheeky grins, obviously wondering what their chances were with me.

In the meantime, I worked hard and topped all the grade sheets and tests. Perhaps my class mates might have heard about my evening with Rich, but soon the thing that they knew me for was that I was thrashing them whenever we were compared.

Eventually however I decided that I didn't really care anymore, it is true that time heals wounds and I started to look back on the evening with a more measured view. The fact was that I had actually enjoyed the whole thing at the time, had revelled in sucking his cock, had loved tasting him and had really gloried in him pleasuring me with his mouth.

I also started to lust after sex again, I had been badly hurt by Rich's betrayal but after a month or two of nothing other than self-induced orgasms, I once again started to look forward to finally fucking a guy for the first time.

I had lusted after Andy at first but had slowly got bored with him coming to terms with my attraction, then I had had my moment with Rich, but I think neither of us were considering that our relationship had a future.

I had also spent a lot of time working out, I had become a regular runner round the campus, ideally early in the morning when there were only other runners out there. I had passed a lot of time at the gym on the weights and running machines and the result was that I really looked better than ever before. My stomach was flatter and my arms and legs were lean and firm, my tits seemed super firm although really beautifully rounded.

After a few weeks of this renaissance in my sexual desire, I decided it was time to take some action, to rectify the situation. I signed up to a few university societies and spent a little more time in the bar after some of the events. There were a couple of guys that I had developed a bit of a thing with, mostly smiles and flirting, not anything major. They both obviously fancied me a bit, and I had no reason to think that either of them knew anything about my previous entanglements.

It was late in the evening after one of these events that I realised that Andy was sitting in the corner of the bar with some friends of his. I had not seen much of him since the incident at the beginning of term and I realised that I had completely got over the feelings that I had had for him. I could look at him now with no unrequited yearning, he was just another guy. I even wondered whether he hadn't rather let himself so, a bit fatter round the middle.

One of the guys that I had taken a shine to, Nic was sitting in the bar with me, we were chatting about the piano pieces that we had been studying in the music block nearby. We were both decent pianists, not brilliant, but capable enough to make our way through some four-hands arrangements of some nice Beethoven. I adjusted my head so I could see across the bar, and saw Andy glance over at me several times, perhaps wondering what I was up to.

Nic was still engrossed in the conversation and had not noticed that my attention was wandering, I re-focussed on him and kept eye contact, giving every impression that I was hanging on his every word, while wondering half the time what it would be like to take him back to my room. Fortunately it was a mild evening and the bar was quite warm enough for me to take off the woollen cardigan that I had been wearing. I hadn't intended to disrobe this much earlier in the evening, and was only wearing a tight white vest underneath together with a sheer white bra.

Nic looked decided surprised when I was suddenly siting there in front of him with a deeply low cut vest on, I watched his eyes wander down from my eyes, alighting on the gaps between my breasts, perhaps studying the edges of my breasts covered only in a thin light mesh. We continued discussing the relative merits of Mozart and Beethoven, although I think that his arguments were less well considered as he too considered what it would be like to take me back to his room.

I went to the bar and got us both a couple more drinks, it was quite late in the evening and guys being guys, there were plenty of sets of eyes tracking me across the room, drinking in my cleavage. Studying the lines of my tits, I could feel my nipples hardening at the attention.

"Hello Becky," a voice greeted me out of nowhere. 

Out of the blue, I was confronted by Andy standing at the bar. He must have got up at the same time as me and followed me, to where I was waiting for my drink to be served. He too glanced down at my breasts as I looked up to his head.

"Hey Andy, what's going on?" I asked.

"Oh same old. Haven't seen you around much," he observed, as if nothing had happened between us.

"Well I didn't want be around much for a while, I had a couple of bad experiences and decided to make myself scarce," I glared at him, intent on making him aware of my views.

Unbelievably, he tried to put his hand on my shoulder at this instant, trying to re-kindle the physical relationship he had so obviously rejected. I shrugged him away, discarding his hand from my shoulder.

"Look Becky, I am really sorry about what happened before, I thought afterwards that I was wrong, and you know, if you have any interest in me at all. Well, I would love to see where it could lead to," he commented with a slightly pleading air.

"Fuck off Andy," I replied with a characteristically eloquent turn of phrase. 

I saw his face drop quickly, realising that I really did mean it when I was rejecting him. He had obviously been harbouring a dream of re-kindling our relationship.

The barman passed me our drinks and I paid quickly then turned away from him and returned to sit with Nic. 

"What was that all about?" he asked me, a quizzical look across his face.

"Oh just some old bastard that I used to have a bit of a crush on, but no more," I replied confidently.

He looked rather uncomfortable all of a sudden, obviously wondering where he stood in the grand scheme of things. I was increasingly drawn to him, aware that Andy was still standing at the bar watching us both.

I leant forward, putting my cheek closer to Nic's the front of my top falling away from my cleavage a little. I figured that he must now be able to see deep down my top, below even the bottom of my bra perhaps. 

Nic obviously wasn't quite sure what to do, on one hand I was essentially inviting him to look at my breasts, on the other hand we had never really had any kind of sexual interaction. He couldn't quite resist the opportunity however, and I saw his eyes dancing down to my tits. I felt a spark of arousal zip through me as I realised that I was starting to get his attention.

I kissed him lightly on the cheek, pressing my lips lightly across his face and down to his lips. His mouth responded gently, and I felt his lips opening a little, his tongue flashing quickly onto my lips and into my mouth.

"Shall we go to my room?" He proposed quietly, I was unsure what to do, I quite fancied him and really wanted to walk out the bar with him, but on the other hand, wasn't quite sold on him. I kissed him some more as I decided what to do.

After a minute or two, I decided that I was willing to see where it was going to go, that I was desperate for some intimacy and that I was happy to live with the consequences. He didn't seem like he would go too far anyway, I thought that most likely I could stay in charge until I knew what it was that I wanted.

I stood up and took him by the hand, he did not resist, quickly following me to his feet. I smiled at him and pecked him on the cheek, affirming my decision with him. I felt his hand go around my side, and onto my back, gently pushing me towards the door. I willingly acquiesced to his suggestion and we left the bar with his arm firmly around me. As I walked out, Andy tracked me, a look of resigned glum acceptance as he realised that his time had truly passed.

"So do you really want to follow through with this, or is this really just for his benefit?" Nic inquired quietly as we walked out of the room.

"Sure, why not, why, you don't want to?" I asked

"I absolutely want to, believe me," he confirmed.

We walked quickly to his room and I slid inside the door as soon as he had unlocked it. His room was spotless and tidy, which I really liked, so much better than the nasty hovels that some of the guys seemed to live in. I turned to him as he locked the door behind us, before he slowly turned to face me, a grin slowly spreading across his face. 

I looked at him and tried to play it through in my mind, did I want to get involved with him, did I want to kiss him and touch him, sleep with him then finally go through with it all and fuck him? I played with the idea in my head, imagining what it would be like to undress in front of him.

My sexual arousal was definitely influencing my views by this time, I could feel my physical longing for intimacy almost begging with my head, demanding satisfaction. Nic put his arms around me and kissed me firmly on the lips, licking my lips lightly and then gently pushing his tongue into my mouth. I realised that I was passed the point of no return now really, there was no way that I was going back out on this now.

I decided that there was no point being backwards in my approach, that whatever happened I wanted to make sure that I got the sexual satisfaction for which I was longing, not to have to wait for my turn. I pushed Nic away a little and, looking him straight in the eyes, lifted my light top over my head. Unsurprisingly Nic immediately looked down at my breasts, studying my nipples encased in the sheer white material of my bra.

I undid my jeans as well and quickly slipped them down my legs, stepping out of them to reveal my sheer white knickers that barely concealed my neatly trimmed hair. I could see genuine lust now burning in his eyes, I am sure he would not even have been able to conceive of the possibility that I would be standing in front of him so exposed, even thirty minutes ago.

He ran his hands down over my body initially just over my arms, innocently just letting me enjoy the intimacy. Then, once he realised that I was happy to encourage him on, he grew more bold, running his fingertips over my stomach, then up to my shoulder and finally down to my breasts where he ringed my nipple that was valiantly trying to poke a hole in my bra. I luxuriated in the sensation of him gently pleasuring me.

I put my hands behind my back and unclipped my bra, keen to feel his flesh touching mine without any unnecessary intermediary fabric. His hands immediately took advantage of my naked breasts, each of them taking a nipple in his fingertips and tweaking them as they swelled up, free at last.

I groaned appreciatively, looking into his eyes as he in turn gazed down at my breasts, then down to my pussy. I was feeling hot now, and the familiar sensation of dampness between my legs was unmistakable. Seeing no reason to hold back, I slipped my knickers off and dropped them onto the floor next to my jeans. Nic just looked more and more amazed as I stood completely nude in front of him, smiling and egging him on to go further.

I think at this point he must have realised that I was inviting him to take me, to fuck me, to share my body with him. I stood and let his eyes enjoy drinking in my form, before sitting back onto his bed.

I had seen enough porn by this stage to know what he would like to see, and so I lay back, opened my legs a little and let him check out the neatly trimmed hair on the lips of my pussy. I put my fingers down to my clit and started to touch myself gently.

"Come on, Nic, get your clothes off. What are you waiting for?" I asked while running my fingers around and around my clit, feeling my orgasm approaching a little. The idea of sex had been so close to the top of my mind for so long that I was already close. I moved my fingers down away from my clit to prolong the feelings without getting too aroused. 

As I watched him undress quickly, I brushed by clit with my fingertips running my fingers up and down my slit, first just one but then a couple side by side. I was really getting close to orgasm by this stage, my clit was screaming out for me to just focus my attention on it and give it the satisfaction that it deserved. 

I was pleased to see that Nic looked really good with his clothes off, he must be a runner I was thinking as his legs were very lean and quite tanned for an English guy. His stomach was pretty flat too not exactly a six pack, but pretty decent muscle definition. His cock was great looking too, maybe 5 inches and a nice width, I was almost crying out to find out how it would feel as he pushed it deep inside me.

I lay back on the bed, my legs now quite wide open, my fingers ringing my clit. I could feel my face and chest hot with sexual arousal. I was very close to finishing, but I didn't want to take it myself, but instead wanted him to provide the final impetus. He stood naked, looking down at me, his cock hard and just above horizontal, a bead of pre-cum just emerging from the tip.

"Come here and lick my clit," I commanded, looking down at my pussy, wide open and oozing with juice produced as I watched him. He hesitated slightly and I suddenly wondered whether this was the first time for him as well. Maybe he had never even sucked a girl down between her legs. Well either way, I was not going to take no for an answer at this stage.

I need not have worried too much, he quickly kneeled down on the bed and buried his face over my exposed pussy. I immediately felt his tongue licking up and down, sometimes over my clit, sometimes down to my opening. It was an exquisite sensation, and I gloried in it for a minute or two. As he wasn't' just focusing on my clit, I was able to put my orgasm off for a while, relaxing at the moments that he licked all round the entrance to my vagina.

Eventually, once his face had returned to my clit, I moved my hands down to his face and held him there.

"There, lick that more, suck it," I demanded urgently.

He seemed to suck the whole of my clit into his mouth, running his tongue all round and over it as I exploded in pleasure, screaming, panting and grunting with gleeful satisfaction. My hands holding his face in place until I felt it dissipate and could finally relax.

Once he pulled away, I could see his whole face was covered in my juices, all round his mouth and running down his chin. Moving swiftly up to me, he kissed me passionately and I too was able to share in the slightly dry flavour. His tongue entered my mouth giving me a different taste, presumably from where he had been pushing it inside me.

"Do you want to fuck me?" I asked him once his kissing had subsided.

"I would, but, well," he replied looking a little uncertain.

"It is my first time too," I answered his concerns, trying to establish a virgin's rapport with him.

"Really, but.." He replied, rather too quickly without thinking.

"But you heard that I was a complete cum slut who you presumed had fucked half the college?" I replied with a grin.

"No! ... well I had heard a few things about you, you are right," he looked super uneasy at this point.

"Well how about this, you can fuck me as much as you want, and then we can talk about you eating all the cum afterwards," I winked at him, mischievously.

He smiled uneasily, but was obviously relieved that I had made light of the whole thing, my reputation and his assumptions.

His cock had shrunk slightly from it earlier glory, and so I pushed him onto his back, and leaning forward, took it into my mouth. I could already see a thin white sheen on the tip, and once in my mouth it tasted of cum. I licked the residue off and swallowed it quickly, then set about restoring its previous dimensions. It did not take long before I could feel it hot inside my mouth, throbbing slightly with his heartbeat, warm and huge, pressing back my tongue as I forced it deep into my mouth.

Once I pulled back from him, satisfied with my restoration, I decided that I was going to own this evening, I would be the one to take his virginity, and give him mine. I straddled him, my pussy stretched wide open, looking down onto his cock. It was hard to believe that he could fit that inside me. 

"So you want me to fuck you then Nic?" I asked in a quiet whisper.

I could see in his eyes that he was desperate for me to take him. Desperate to enter me.

"Fuck me now," he replied simply, with a smile on his face.

I took his cock in one hand, and with the other, opened the lips of my pussy wide. I could feel the end of him pressing lightly now onto my opening and I was glad that I was on top and able to control the pace. I pushed down slightly harder and felt my body give slightly, my lips pushed open to accept him. I felt stretched, and wondered whether there was some reason that I was not normal, that it really would not fit, but a little continued downward pressure and suddenly I felt my muscles relax and he slid inside me. 

I exhaled a tiny scream as I felt just a minute pang of pain, before being enveloped in a glorious feeling of pleasure and joy. For a moment, I just wondered at my situation, completely naked with a guy for the first time, my breasts bobbing in front of him as he gently played with my nipples. My pussy wide open on top of him and for the first time, filled with his cock, deep inside me

Resting my hands onto his shoulders, I started to slowly rise and lower my hips over his, wondering at the sensation of him, sliding in and out of me. Nic played with my nipples, then moved one hand down to my clit and gently massaged it. I was mewing lightly at the dual pleasure of his cock filling me and his fingers playing with my clit. He was breathing heavily obviously enjoying everything too.

"I have to warn you, I might cum," he said after a couple of minutes of my gentle movements, his fingers more urgently touching my clit, as if to try and get me closer too.

"Go on then, cum in me, fill my cunt with your seed. But remember what I said," I was teasing him about it on one hand, but on the other, I was really enjoying being on top, having control, and the idea of him eating my pussy afterwards was starting to feel like a real thrill.

"OK. I don't mind what you make me do," he agreed readily. I couldn't quite believe that he was agreeing so enthusiastically. At this point, rather than just reclining there impassively, he started to move his hips much more, not only was I now moving down onto him, but at the same time I could feel his cock rushing up to meet me. As our bodies met, there was an audible slap.




An Innocent's Epiphany Ch. 04



Suddenly, his face changed to one of extreme pleasure, his back arched and he pushed himself hard into me over and over again. I could feel his cock, pumping me full of his warm seed. His orgasm seemed to last for at least a minute as he continued to ram himself into me over and over, my pussy became wetter and warmer. It was a lovely feeling, watching his pleasure, feeling him inside me and I enjoyed the whole sensation.

"So what do you want me to do?" he asked me finally, once he had relaxed for a few minutes and his cock had softened and slipped out of me. I wondered if, in fact, he wanted me to make him eat it.

"Stay where you are," I replied firmly, sitting back to admire him, his cock was resting to one side still covered in a mixture of our juices.

I moved my hips further forward, walking on my knees up towards his face. I could feel a few drops of cum running out of my lips and down the inside of my thigh. Eventually my slit was right over his mouth and I looked down at his eyes, still eager for more, although with perhaps a little nervous anticipation mixed in as well.

"OK, so here's the deal, you eat my cunt, lick out all your cum, give me another orgasm, and in return, you can take me any way you want," I promised him.

He didn't even reply, just lifted his mouth to my opening and started licking. I was already hugely aroused, but this feeling of domination, of pleasure and intimacy and risk was intoxicating. I felt him put his tongue deep into my pussy, licking up inside me, obviously intent on doing exactly what I had asked, of drinking as much of his cum out of me as he could. 

"Yes that's good," I encouraged him, loving the sensation.

Eventually he settled back to sucking my clit and I too relaxed, gripping my nipples with my fingers as I felt for my orgasm, waiting for its imminent arrival.

I did not have to wait long before I found myself, pressing myself into him, gently rubbing my clit onto his mouth even as he continued to lick me. I screamed out loud, "fuck yes" at the final intense moment, wondering whether I could feel this intensity of pleasure every time.

Once I had cum again, I eventually relaxed and lowered myself back onto the bed next to him, resting my head on his shoulder, tucking my face under his chin. I was not totally satisfied, I normally like to have three orgasms, but for the moment I was ready for a break. I put my hands over his naked body, running my hands over his flat stomach before realising that his cock had completely recovered from its previous exertions and was once again hard and aroused.

"So did you mean it?" Nic whispered quietly into my ear.

"However you want," I confirmed, I was sure in my mind that I wanted to experience as wild a feeling as possible.

He sat up and he gently pulled at my hip, lifting one side until I realised that he was telling me to flip over onto my tummy. I obeyed quickly and silently, as he then pulled my hips upwards, lifting my body onto my knees. He pushed my head down, so my face was resting on the pillow, with my bum high up in the air. I felt him open my cheeks and could not quite believe that there he was, behind me, looking down onto my open pussy, still swollen and wet from before, but now also my ass.

He held my cheeks wide and I wondered what he was doing, looking at me so intently, before I felt him start to lick my bum, all round my opening there. It was another wild moment of extreme pleasure, so unexpected and so intimate. As he licked me there, he slid a finger into my pussy and started moving a finger over my slit with a gentle rhythm. I didn't feel the need to rush my orgasm this time, I was already physically satisfied, and from here everything was just extra enjoyment.

He lifted his face away from me and I felt him move around behind me, moving to bring his cock up to my opening. It was very different, kneeling with my bum in the air waiting for him to thrust his cock into me from behind. I steadied myself, and then suddenly there he was, I felt his cock rub between my lips and then hard, straight into me, deep inside.

I screamed out a little, this was a very different sensation to when I had been on top, controlled, gently lifting and lowering myself onto him. Now he had his hips adjacent to my bum, his hands on my hips and was thrusting deep into me. Again and again he pushed hard into me, I could feel his cock rubbing a whole new area inside me, generating new unexpected sensations that I loved. At the same time, his fingers returned to my clit and I was suddenly enveloped in an overwhelming orchestra of pleasure. 

Every time he rammed his cock into me, he also tweaked my clit quite roughly, his finger no longer brushing me, but now pressing hard into my slit. I could not help but give in to another orgasm within just a minute or so, such was the violence of the feelings that it all I generated in my body. It was like nothing I had ever felt before, I screamed over and over again as I felt his finger on my clit, his cock thrusting deep inside me.

Even after my orgasm he barely slowed down, just a little perhaps and he removed his fingers for a little while to let me recover once again. He did not remove his cock from my pussy though, and carried on pushing deep into me. 

"Turn me over, fuck me on top." I pleaded with him, desperate to feel him on top, pressing down on me.

He obeyed immediately, roughly flipping me over, pushing my legs apart and then re-entering me.

It felt like another new angle, his cock no longer rubbing along the front wall of my pussy, now pushing towards the back wall. Either way it felt great, and I was aware that I was pinned on my back, Nic on top of me thrusting in and out, completely in control. I laid back and just enjoyed the sensation, my legs pushed wide open, my pussy pushed wide open and Nic on top of me.

I put my hand down to my clit and started to gently touch myself, beginning to bring myself to orgasm one last time, it was glorious to feel his hips pressing his cock deep inside me as for one final time I screamed out in ecstasy. I was moving my hips in time with his thrusts when Nic came at the same time letting me feel once again as he pumped me full of his seed.

We finally collapsed back into the bed exhausted by our exertions, my pussy felt amazing having been touched, pleasured and filled for so long. As I lay back in the bed, I could still feel where I had been stretched and filled with his cum. I could feel it running out of me, down onto my bum and onto the bed, but I could only enjoy the feeling.

"Wow that was amazing," I commented finally, tucked up next to Nic, my breasts pressed into his chest, my pussy pressed into his hips and one leg laying over his legs.

"Thank you Becky, I can't quite believe that suddenly from nowhere you chose to fuck me, but that was truly one of the most amazing times in my life," he whispered into my ear after a while.

We laid there together, until eventually we slept, dreaming of nights to come and delights to look forward to.