Well, that did it! There was a buzz and a twitter of excitement, many glances in my direction but so far, all kept their distance, no one seemed quite certain how to broach what was become a very hot topic, so quietly and unobtrusively I sat in my cubicle sorting the various assignments due when, suddenly an imp settled himself in, two seconds later he was followed by another. Jammed tight they playfully snuggled together, then the first one began
"He is rather nice isn't he?"
"But he's going to have very cold feet"
This last rang all sorts of alarm bells and finally drawn out (as no doubt intended) I anxiously asked
"'Cold feet', what do you mean??"
A considering pause and a sly glance "Well......now YOU can't be found wandering around after lights out, can you? But...he's a Prefect isn't he, has to check up, see there's no one reading, that people like us are in beds - our own - so who's going to ask what he's doing ... if he's seen in your corridor - outside your door??
"You should get him some nice slippers, those floor boards are cold - giggle - or so we are told!"
and here the two broke off to fool around, feigned heavy petting and the sounds of simulated sex occupied them for a minute or two then they resumed as both silently summing me up, one burst out to the other
"He IS luscious....isn't he lover?....He was holding on to it wasn't he...hey, hey, wait now......wait now.." Some penny dropped somewhere and now speaking to me "Sexy....you do know about the birds and the bees...don't you?"
Crimson faced I looked down - and shook my head. Horrified silence then
"Christ!" Glances exchanged the two visibly changed gear then voices lowered, explanations began as horrified yet fascinated and then with mounting excitement I carefully drank it all in......amazingly, what had happened was only the preliminary, I'd heard there were other things but had no idea of what was actually involved. Now here were these two, obviously seasoned wantons, they had a mass of experience which all too happily they shared....until still giggling they departed.
That night tense and expectant I waited...nothing. Next day chance saw us meet in the passage, seizing my opportunity I moved closed beside him and quietly announced
"I'm going to leave my door open...and put something on the hinges too..."
before ducking back into the common room. That night the hint was taken, eagerly I welcomed my visitor who, stooping for a kiss eagerly slid in beside me. I was of course already naked and now, thoroughly aroused by his presence I felt an exploring hand brush the tip of my penis, pause and then begin to slowly pleasure me. In turn I reached out to grasp his erection, finding him up thrust and eager I paused to consider....now, I believed most of what those two imps had told me, they were obvious veterans of this sort of encounter so now I had to weigh up possibilities....the penis in my hand was so much larger than my own and when its dimensions could be matched up with my entry - well, there was going to be a discrepancy. They had also dwelt in loving detail upon the merits of Vaseline, the use of fingers in preparation...the need to relax, meanwhile, what was happening to me now was thoroughly enjoyable, it was wonderful to be jammed up against his body in my tight little bed and the sensations down below were....well, 'divine' will do for now. We continued the languid masturbation until, overcome by curiosity and arousal I snuggled up and whispered
"Would you like to ..... you know...have me?" Stunned, movement ceased then
"My God, would I? But, look here...you could be a bit on the small side and....I just couldn't bear it if I hurt you..."
"I've been lectured.....by experts (here I giggled) - they do it all the time, and they are about my size"
"Oh no - I can guess...never mind those two...."
So I simply took his hand and with care guided it so that his fingers rested in the cleft between my buttocks. There was irony in the situation, for I well knew that just about every boy in the school had eyed me up at some stage with a view to bending me over somewhere quiet and here I was actually coaxing someone....but perhaps..that's why I liked him so much? Beneath my pillow I had my little jar of Vaseline and following instructions to the letter began to run my slippery fingers up and down his penis until, thoroughly applied it stood ready for penetration, next I guided his hand to the jar where getting the message he took a scoop which he then began to apply to my entry. Almost purring with the new sensations I involuntarily bucked and as my buttocks rose I felt a finger enter. This really was new and here he took his time, every now and again he would withdraw to seek another load of Vaseline, then return to his task, intent as he was I heard him murmur
"God, you are choice, every inch of you cries out for it - this, this is incredibly sexy, I wish we had the lights on, just the feel of these (my buttocks) is sensational...and you are so tight, so tight, and hard, yes....oh yesssss...so sexy, so sexy.."
So saying, he began what my two instructors had labelled the "finger fuck" for now I felt those rhythmic thrusts and after a while any discomfort had gone, so when I suddenly felt a stretching sensation and slight pain I guessed that another finger had joined the first in its eager exploration. Content I lay there as patiently my admirer concentrated on my love passage, again I heard him murmur
"I never imagined I'd be doing this to you, I'd wanted to, oh yes, I've wanted just to run my hands up and down you, naked - now this, feeling my fingers up you between - oh, you are gorgeous in there...gorgeous everywhere....let's try for three fingers..."
Now this really DID stretch - and hurt - but no way was I going to make a sound so lying there I concentrated on relaxing every muscle in the area, gently things eased, soon he was thrusting higher again, high as his fingers would go (Much more and I guess he'd be what those little horrors had called "Fist fucking" me!!), ever so patiently he worked upon me, while for my part I lay back relishing the sensation of his fingers inside. Eventually he must have reckoned it safe for me to receive him, withdrawing greasy fingers he now turned me on my side (the size of my bed made us a tight fit!) to snuggle in behind me. Now I could feel him position himself, a new feeling between my buttocks...something warm and smooth, remembering instructions I relaxed, relaxed in eager anticipation - I'd heard so much about this, everyone talked about it, so what was it going to be like - really? Relax...relax...silently - Ouch! Ouch! OH! and he must have been through something, it eased and he stopped moving for a bit
"Are you alright - sweetie?"
I glowed, 'Sweetie. sweetie??' well I was GOING to be 'alright' now no matter what!
"Yes, oh yes, you can do whatever you want to me now...anything" I nearly sobbed
Now another not unpleasant sensation, fullness, some stretching, then he'd pause, again the feeling, I was filling up, another pause until - no more movement but then quietly, in awe
"God, I'm in you, all the way in - at last, at last, I never dreamed, God I'm lucky..."
and bringing him down to earth
"Well, what are you going to do about it then - show me?"
and taking the hint I felt him slide out (this did hurt a bit), pause and then ride up again, the pain eased, again he withdrew, again the thrust and now he settled into a careful routine, experimentally I reciprocated and my buttocks fell into gentle step with his movements, quietly conversation began, first from me
"They talked so much about this.....said it would hurt, well it DID - for a bit, but it's so nice, like this, I feel so close to you, silly isn't it and when you are - right up - I feel so full, so full, and when you pull back - I'm empty and sort of, lonely in there....you know, I'm starting to feel nice, very nice, do you like doing it to me?"
I heard a gasp and then between pants
"Like doing it? Oh my God! My God, You are so tight too, sensational, just as well I can't see you with the lights on - I'd be cuming...continuously...."
and eagerly he resumed what he was doing to me and inside I once more began to notice strange new sensations, not like when he'd masturbated me...well, sort of like that...but this was different, very nice though..and it was building up, he was panting harder now with one arm tightly pressing me against him, there was this warm, warm feeling rising somewhere in my tummy, I reached back, I wanted to pull him deeper inside me, and this feeling, oh - I began moaning, helplessly I convulsed as behind me I heard someone gasp, my name was called and adding to my convulsion another's hips bucked, jerked and a glorious warmth invaded my depths. For a while longer we froze, thrust, jerked and froze, helpless to control movement, exclamations muted yet endearments discernible as whimpering I collapsed back into his arms. Now, lips nuzzling the nape of my neck
"God that was glorious, it's how I reckon ... it should be, you can't forget something like that - I never shall - never shall - you aren't just fabulous to look at, oh no, oh no - Oh God, how ...how, incredible....."
"Will you ... stay here with me?" I asked timidly
and stay he did, inevitably to awake and pleasure me once more, and again in the morning. Later that day, again seated in my cubicle - as expected, my visitors arrived
Good natured "You're walking funny – aren't you?" (I blushed)
"Who is "sweetie" then? What was happening to him I wonder....someone thought he might need help"
"I'd have helped (giggle)" and so it continued until mercifully a figure loomed over us and ignoring the other two
"Coming for a stroll sweetie?" That did it....with squeals of delight they vanished.
Well, it lasted until the end of the year, then he left to begin work in London, which left me to my own devices - I never wanted another partner though - and being now more senior had little difficulty fending off unwanted attention, and if needing titillation, why there were the antics of my two self appointed confidantes!