This is a little different to my usual stories but I wanted to focus some more on detailed build ups and try something different. I hope you all enjoy but if it's ever too slow feel free to let me know and let's get started 
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Hi, my names Jess. I'm 20 years old, quite shy and an English lit student currently in my second year at uni. I'm not really the outgoing type and only really have one friend, Leanne who's been my best friend since primary school. Leanne was different to me, she was naturally attractive and always a big hit with the lads, not shy about sampling a few of them either. Me? Well I've never had a boyfriend, I'm not typically the kind of young lady the guys desire it seems.
I'm about 5ft 5", slim build, dark Brown hair, size B breasts and a small ass. I wouldn't say I have a particularly pretty face although Leanne always tells me differently but I've never wore make up in my life or ever really dressed up. I much prefer the comfy look as that's where I feel happy. Quite often when not at uni my time is spent in the local pub, not typically where you'd find a shy girl spending a lot of time in my village. However Leanne's dad owns the public, she's rarely there as she's off with some lad but he knows me well. He always reserves me a spot by their open log fire where I just go in to read my books and have the odd glass of wine.
No one ever speaks to me other than Leanne's dad until one wintery Tuesday evening. I was sat by the fire with my glass of Red whilst reading my book. It was cold out but nice in front of the fire, I was wearing my wintery thick jumper with scarf, warm boots and leggings with a long skirt on. I was just minding my own business when I heard a soft but deep voice "do you mind if I sit here, I've been out in the cold a while and the fire looks appealing" I agreed. he introduced himself as David, he was a professor who'd recently moved to the area for work. Then he sat down and left me to my book.
David looked I would say about 45' dark medium short hair , quite tall I would say, maybe about 6ft 3", it was hard to tell as I was sat down when he was stood. He was also dressed in wintery clothes similar to me. We both stayed there silent until closing when we both got up at the same time and nearly bumped into each other, he apologised and let me out. I got my coat and left. I was busy over the next few days but about a week later I came back to the pub to my usual seat and David was sat opposite in the same seat as before, reading a book I'd just finished. I sat down and he smiled, I smiled back and got out my book. After about 20 minutes he spoke to me about the book, he won't have known I read it as I didn't read it here but I replied.
We started chatting away, it's rare someone engages me in conversation but I felt comfortable with him, before we knew it, it was last orders but we were in full flow of our conversation. David offered to walk me out and it seems we were sort of on the same way home so we continued chatting about books and what we liked until it came time to go our separate ways. Instead though we sat on a bench and chatted some more, he said his wife wasn't much of a reader and neither were his kids so it was nice to have such a conversation. It was getting late though so he gave me a hug and a smile and off her went. He started coming in the pub a few times a week to read and chat about books. I think we both enjoyed that we'd found someone to talk to about our interests. After 2 or 3 weeks of talking he invited me round for some tea, he said his family wouldn't mind so I agreed and he gave me his address and number.
I was enjoying my new friendship and was really excited for Saturday night, when it eventually came around I was nervous. I'm not sure why, I think I was just not used to having a friend like this. I love Leanne but all she talks about is lads and penis these days, I've never seen a penis so I don't have a lot to contribute despite her trying to set me up before. I got to David's about 18:30 as tea was at 19:00, he answered the door and invited me in. He guided me to the living room and took my coat before offering me a drink. Shortly after he returned with two glasses of Red and joined me on the sofa, we chatted all about what we were currently reading and it was about an hour or so before it dawned on me, where was his wife? I asked him about her but he said something came up and she has had to take the kids with her out of town to her parents. Seemed reasonable enough, I had no reason to doubt him and there were pictures of them all around the house, they looked a nice family so it was a shame they weren't here.
We ate our tea and drank more wine, we were a few bottles in between us and I'd noticed David had edged closer over time, of course I am inexperienced and didn't read an signals and before long he was sat right next to me. I still didn't think anything of it even when he started complimenting me on how pretty I was in my thick winter jumper and leggings. I was lost in his Blue eyes a little bit and wasn't really sure what was going on until he leaned in and kissed me softly on the lips before pulling back and looking at me. I smiled, to me it was a small smile but thinking back I was probably like the Cheshire Cat. Enough for him to be encouraged to lean back in and kiss me again, this time he was going for a proper French kiss. I didn't know how to kiss but I opened my mouth and tried to follow his lead. This was my very first kiss, ever. He didn't know this, we'd never discussed such things but I tried my best.
That's when I felt something else new, I felt his left hand on my right boob over my jumper. It felt good, a sensation like I'd never felt before. Then his phone rang and broke the moment, it was his wife asking how the evening was and apologising for having to cancel. It was a brief call but it was enough for me to come crashing down to earth, he was married. What was I doing, more importantly what was he doing. He turned back though and kissed me again, his hand positioned back on my boob as he caressed it. I was now fully aware in my mind he was married but I let him do this to me anyway. He stopped kissing me after a few minutes and spoke "we should get a little bit more comfortable" and with that he took my hand and stood up, he walked towards the bedroom with me following and opened the door. In we walked before the door shut behind me.
It all felt like a dream to me and not real, the Wine only enhanced that and I was guided towards the bed before being scooped up and placed in the middle of it and lay down. David then climbed onto the bed and we began kissing again, this time his hand went underneath my jumper and onto my stomach, he stroked it softly which felt amazing but he didn't go any higher. I felt paralysed in excitement and couldn't move, reacting to all his movements before again he broke the kiss and kneeled up. He then removed his top, he was a stocky guy, I suppose people refer to it as a dad bod these days. He had a fairly thick hairy chest, I couldn't explain it but that made me feel safe. We were soon back kissing again, this time with David on top of me. I placed my arms around him as we kissed, we were held close and that's the first time I'd felt a penis, as his was pressed against my inner thigh.
David began to move his lips away from mine and began going a bit lower and began to kiss my neck, WOW! What a feeling that was. I may not have done anything with a guy before but I've masturbated and I knew when I was let between my legs. He moved his kisses down to my stomach as my jumper had ridden up slightly, he was so gentle but it felt so good. He kissed my stomach a little longer before I felt his finger tips in the waist band of my leggings. He looked up at me as if he wanted the seal of approval, which I gave him in the form of a nod. With that he began to pull my leggings down, I lifted my bum up to help him and soon they were on his bedroom floor...... |
