It was an age ago, but I remember it like yesterday. My first time, our first time. It was so unlikely; we hardly knew each other. And yet, there was a something that brought us together for a passion that, for a while, seemed unstoppable.

Let’s go back in time, to a couple of years before. Like most 18 year old boys, I had my hormones running wild. All desire and nowhere to spend it. To make matters worse, I was a University student; just starting a Commerce degree of all things. So many other males were doing that course and too few females. So much sex drive, nowhere to satiate it.

The first few days at University were dazzling. One minute your are at high school and you still feel like a child. The next minute you are a man in a grown-up world. An independent world. The first year of the course is pretty much set except for the humanities ‘elective’. Psychology or sociology? Surnames starting A to K do Sociology, L to Z do Psychology. So much for ‘elective’. Surname ‘M’ equals psychology.

Soon we were into our routine. One thing was for certain; psychology was not that flash. Exciting concepts like synaptic transmission of nerve impulses. The lecturers and our tutor made no apologies. It was what it was and there was nothing anyone could do about it.

It must have seen like an age at the time, but looking back it seems like those three years flew by. Subject after subject, exam after exam. Doing labouring work on holidays to make ends meet. I was as fit as I had ever been. Meeting a few girls on campus, but there were never enough girls to go around. Except for the Asian students. There were lots and lots of Asian girls doing our course. They had paid to come to Australia and study. They didn’t socialise with us Australians, and we pretty much left them alone. They got great marks, better than we did. We knew they worked very hard. We didn’t think about it much then, but it is clear that their families had sacrificed for them, and they felt obliged by getting Distinctions in every subject.

The final year was more interesting. The subjects were more mature. Even psychology had come of age. I was 19 by then and we were studying SEX. Actually, it was sexuality. But it was good. Really, really good. It may have been the 1970’s, but society was still naive. It still is. At University though, we were with a mature and confident 30-something female tutor studying sexuality. Not advanced sex education; we were doing something much more valuable. Every aspect of our sexual being came under the microscope for two full semesters. It was not enlightening, it was a revelation. At the end of it I had lost my virginity. But there was more to it than that. I didn’t know at the time, but my sexuality was never going to be the same. I was ‘different’ to other people. I knew that society, despite what the majority thought, was so sexually suppressed. In the end, it affected me with more than just sex. My mind questioned why this was so. Why do we deny ourselves things that can bring so much pleasure and harm no-one? Why do we do it? As I attempted to answer those questions over the years, I realised that my moral and religious views had changed forever. It had challenged me and as a result it changed my life.

Like all tutorials, psychology had its fair share of assignments and presentations. For this year, we were going to work in pairs to do one big presentation each. Our tutor was democratic, she paired us off. One male and one female to work together on our big assignment. My allotted partner was one of the Asian girls named ‘Annette’. Our big assignment, ‘Sexual Practices in Traditional Societies.’ By traditional we were studying non-Western. Anywhere and everywhere that Western morals had not yet reached, or writings from times ago before Westerners had altered the natural balance of harmony.

After the tutorial where we had been ‘allocated’, Annette and I met up outside to work out where to start. Because the Asian students kept to themselves, we Australians hadn’t paid much attention to them. Sitting down with her, my perceptions subtly changed. Sure, she was ‘different’, but she was also quite attractive. Petite with long black hair. She had a very quiet manner; to me it spoke of being shy. But she had a nice and sweet voice. The sweet voice, more than anything else, sparked an attraction. We agreed we needed more time than an hour or so between lectures to plan a major assignment and presentation like this. Considering the options, my home was not convenient as Annette had no way of getting there easily, and did not like the idea of a ride on my motorcycle much. She shared a Victorian era house nearby with some other students, so that seemed like the better bet. We agreed to meet up at seven that evening.

THE STUDENT HOUSE

My motorcycle had been so handy for the three years or so that I had been riding. I was able to park right outside her house. She must have been expecting me, she answered the door almost as soon as I first knocked. Other students were in the lounge watching television, so we adjourned up the antalya escort narrow staircase to her bedroom. The room was rather cramped with a bed, a desk, a chair and little room for anything else. I took the bed and she sat on the chair. We made some notes about the societies we would research. Tahiti was number one priority. The Cook and Bligh expeditions gave us a huge amount of material on Polynesian sexuality. Other societies included the Plains Indians of North America and, to a lesser extent, the primitive hill tribes of the Himalayas. We divided the research and agreed to meet the same time next week.

During the course of that week, I had managed to obtain from my council Library two textbooks on Tahiti. Books researched from those early expeditions. Lots of detail on their sexual practices. I was quite happy with my discovery and I was sure that this would be valuable to our assignment.

Tuesday night, 7 o’clock and Annette must have been waiting for me again. I took my bag upstairs and suggested that I had found something that she would have been interested in. I handed her the two books and her eyes lit up. I watched her and I saw something. The normal inscrutable expression she wore just dropped away like removing a mask. The excitement of my discovery showed something I hadn’t seen before. No, she was more than a little attractive. Suddenly, she was genuinely pretty. And I could see this assignment meant a lot to her.

She had photocopied some materials, also on Tahiti but other cultures as well. With the materials to hand, we were in a position to make a start. There was no great rush, we had about four weeks or so to finish it. But it did seem obvious that her room was not the place for two people to write an assignment and prepare for a presentation. My house wasn’t any better. There was too much family and not enough privacy. We needed somewhere to work. I suggested one full weekend would break the back of this thing. She looked shocked with my vernacular until I explained that what I really meant was to do the bulk of the required work. I knew I had a place, but I wondered… I looked at her again, happiness had been replaced by inscrutability. Inscrutability now replaced by worry. She was concerned. I decided to uncover my idea to see what her reaction was.

“I know of a place. A place with no interruptions for a whole weekend. Nothing but peace and quite and a few magpies,” I started.

Narrowing her expression somewhat, “Where is this place?”

“A holiday house. My parent’s holiday house. About three hours away.”

“Not on your motorcycle.”

“Of course not. I can borrow my mother’s car for the weekend.”

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Absolutely. It’s perfect. It doesn’t get used much in the colder weather. I can pick you up on a Friday night and we would be back on Sunday.”

“It sounds good. When?”

“How about the weekend after next?” I offered.

It was agreed. Friday after next I would pick her up in the afternoon at three. A weekend of work at the house by the bay.

THE JOURNEY

It was just after three on a fine autumn afternoon when I eventually found a parking spot for the car. I quickly made my way back to the now familiar house where Annette was waiting for me. She had two bags for the weekend and I helped her with the larger one.

Soon we were on our way. The inner city traffic was left behind as we progressed through the suburban sprawl. Annette admitted to me that in all the time she had been living here, she had never travelled further than we were now. I promised her that soon she would see such lovely countryside.

Soon enough we left the city behind us and in the late afternoon shadows we made our way along the rolling South Gippsland ranges that make up the familiar journey to the holiday house. I checked the time and suggested to her that we should eat at the last major town, Leongatha, and that way we don’t need to worry about food when we eventually arrive. I offered the pub as a possible eating venue.

“Pub?” she asked.

“Hotel,” I clarified.

She seemed horrified at the thought of a hotel. I suggested the town has a nice Chinese restaurant and that seemed more acceptable.

The journey was absolutely perfect. The long shadows highlighted the green hills and lush pastures of this part of the State. I explained that this region was the main dairy producing area of the state, the source of our milk, cream and cheese. Annette was really surprised. After the grimy greyness of the city, this was almost magical.

We cruised into Leongatha just after six and made our way to the local Chinese restaurant. It was nice to be out of the car for a spell, even with just 30 or 40 minutes to go to our final destination. We organised what to order and waited for the food to arrive. For the first time in the couple of weeks we had known each other, we were able to relax and talk without thinking about University and presentations. I think we both knew that was tomorrow’s problem. This evening was something different.

I antalya rus escort gently probed her background, and her shyness started to melt. She explained she was Chinese but from Malaysia. Her parents had paid money for her to study in Australia and she would be returning once she graduated. My background was straightforward, born and raised here and sacrificing a little for now to get my reward later. We moved to some more personal details, she had not had any boyfriends, she was expected to only go out with the men of her own race, but she had not found anyone suitable yet. When she got home, one day she would marry a Malaysian Chinese man and become his wife. They would have servants and she would be able to continue working. But she would never be able to be his equal. This was puzzling to me, but I held my tongue.

“What do you think of this subject, this semester?” I asked her.

“It is fascinating. I didn’t know that there was so much knowledge that has been discarded. Knowledge about women mostly,” she replied.

“You’re right. I’m sure that apart from passing, I hope to make good use of this one day.”

“You haven’t had any girlfriends yet?” she asked.

“A couple, sort of,” I admitted. “But nothing serious.”

“So you haven’t…”

“No. And you?”

“No.”

The food arrived and halted our conversation.

Afterward, in typically blunt fashion, I asked her what her family would think about her and me in the house for the weekend. She admitted that they would be horrified if they ever found out. But they would never find out. And when I first made the suggestion of this weekend away, she thought it would be good to spend some time away with someone. I wondered what she meant.

Soon we were on our way. It was all but dark now, but I knew the roads like the back of my own hand. The last part of this drive always seems the longest. Pitch dark outside, the odd light from a farmhouse here and there. Suddenly, the light of the little village before the final few kilometers to the holiday house. Plenty of other houses around, but out of season the place seemed deserted. I put the car away and used the torch to unlock the house and switch on the lights. We carried our luggage inside.

THE HOLIDAY HOUSE

The curtains had been shut all day, and the house was cool and a little damp. Fortunately the fire, a cast iron stove, had been set after the previous visit. I lit a match and soon the paper and kindling were blazing away. The room lights were harsh. I turned on a side light and turned off the main lights. The room was cosy now.

I put my bag in the small bedroom and hers in the main bedroom. When I returned I noticed her sitting on the floor in front of the fire, just watching the flames through the open door.

“In Malaysia, we don’t have fires. It’s always too hot. This is nice.”

“It’s still a bit cold. Do you want a blanket to keep warm?” I asked.

She nodded, “That would be nice.”

I grabbed a spare blanket from the cupboard and placed it around her shoulders. I went to put away our food. The front of the house was one long room with the lounge and fire at one end and the kitchen at the other. From the kitchen, I watched her staring at the fire. Another log was needed, I threw one onto the blaze. I turned around and Annette lifted up one corner of the blanket, a corner for me to crawl in beside her. I sat close to her and she placed the blanket around me, hugging me as she did so. I wrapped my arms around her and she leant her head on my shoulder. We just sat there, in a gentle hug, watching the flames and feeling the warmth spread through the house.

As we sat, holding each other, the heat started to become noticeable. Annette pulled away and removed her thick woollen jumper before leaning against me again. Through the thin material of her t-shirt, I could clearly feel her soft breasts pressing into my chest. I felt my heart pounding, my breath was a little short.

“Michael,” she said.

“Yes.”

“Do you like me?”

“Annette, I like you a lot. I have liked you from the time we first met.”

“I like you too. You are kind and gentle. I want my first time to be with someone who is kind and gentle.”

It took a moment for me to realise what she had just said. I didn’t say anything.

“Do you want to see more?” she quietly asked.

Wordlessly I nodded.

In one quick move she removed her t-shirt. Then she reached behind and removed her bra. She leaned against my shoulder again. I watched her eyes. I could see the invitation. ‘Go on Michael’ they were saying.

I touched her breasts. They were amazing. So soft and yet standing so firm. I cupped my hands under them to feel the weight. I ran the palm of my hand over her nipples. I heard Annette moan a little. I did it again. I gently stroked her nipples and leant forward to kiss her. I felt the wetness of her lips against mine. She was so soft, her body, her breasts, her lips. It was so heavenly.

She reached antalya ucuz escort to unbutton my shirt. Nervous, fumbling, I undid the remaining buttons. My heart was beating fast now. I quickly pulled the shirt out of my trousers and discarded it.

“Your chest is hairy,” she said as she ran her fingers through the thin, dark hair. “It looks nice, manly.” She touched my nipples. I shuddered with the sensation. “Is that alright?” she asked. I nodded. She did it again. I wrapped my arms around her, drawing her close to me. Under the blanket we resumed our hug. Skin against skin. Her soft skin against mine. I ran my hands through her long hair. She just held me. We hugged and kissed.

Her breasts fascinated me. I reached down and kissed her nipple. I felt its firmness. I kissed it again. Gently, I drew it between my lips. She gasped. I knew it was a gasp of pleasure. I sucked on her nipple, feeling it with my lips. It was the most amazing thing I had ever felt. I moved to her other nipple and kissed it. I felt it grow with my kisses. I sucked it as well. Feeling it grow harder. I ran my hand over one nipple and sucked the other. She kissed me on the side of my neck. We held each other, kissing some more. Lit by the soft room light and the glow of the fire.

Annette peeled away the blanket and stood up. I watched her. I knew what was coming next. She unzipped her jeans and wriggled them over her hips. I sat there fascinated as she tossed them aside. Then she slipped out of her white panties and stood before me. She was just so…beautiful. And she was ready for me.

Emboldened, I stood up and removed the rest of my clothing. We stepped close to each other and embraced. I am not a big person, but she seemed so vulnerable, clasped in my arms like that. She wrapped her hand around my erection, her fingers not able to reach all the way around. I felt her warm grasp on me, it was so wonderful. Quietly she said “Lets do it here, in front of the fire.”

“I have some condoms,” I offered.

“No need. I have taken precautions.”

Aha, I thought, she planned this as much as I did. I looked around the room and noticed that each of the chairs and couches had removable cushions. I grabbed all of the cushions and arranged them in front of the hearth. I placed the blanket over the top and invited her to join me. She lay down beside me and I started to explore her body. The flair of her hips, her thighs, her bottom and those lovely soft breasts. She ran her hands through my hair and held my manhood as if she never wanted to let me go.

Thoughts ran through my mind. Where to now? What to do? How to do it? I remembered all we had absorbed during our tutorials. I knew she would be on the same wavelength as me.

“Annette, you know women usually don’t orgasm through intercourse,” I started.

“Yes.”

“I want you to orgasm with me.” I thought about how. “Do you masturbate?” I asked her.

“You’re embarrassing me.”

“It’s okay, almost everyone does. You do, don’t you?”

“Yes, sometimes.”

“Can you show me?”

She started to rub herself. I watched.

“Can I do that?” I asked.

I replaced her hand and tried to imitate what she had been doing. “Is that okay?”

“Yes.”

“Put your hand on mine and show me how.”

She did, pressing a little harder than I had been doing.

Keeping up the even stroke, I got right up close to her, cradling her head and kissing her. She took her hand away from mine and held me instead. I rubbed her and I kissed her. I felt her heart beating faster. I wanted to comfort her, to relax her, to help her to come. I kissed her again, this time deeply. For the first time our tongues touched, exploring, rubbing each other’s tongue while I was rubbing her pussy. Locked together in a deep and passionate kiss. Our nervousness was cast aside as passion took over.

She put her hand on mine and pressed me harder again. I rubbed her a little more vigorously. She broke off the kiss and started to moan. I kissed the side of her neck, I felt her shudder with the sensation. I continued to cradle her as I rubbed her.

She started to move her hips around, pressing up and from side to side. I pressed her harder again. She moaned again. I thought I heard her say something, but it was in another language. Still I rubbed her. Rubbed her steadily as she started to writhe on the cushions.

Suddenly, I felt her body tense and she cried out in that language. I stopped rubbing as she opened her eyes and smiled. She grabbed me and kissed me hard. “That was lovely,” was all she said. I felt so happy. Happy for her, happy for me.

“I want to taste you,” I asked.

“And I want to taste you too,” Annette replied.

She turned around and knelt astride me, lowering her pussy toward my face. At the same time, I felt her take me in her mouth, the warm sensations of her lips running up and down my cock. Her pussy was framed in straight black hair. I brushed it aside as I aimed for her love spot with my tongue. I tasted her wetness, it was a little bitter, but nice. I enjoyed exploring the folds of skin. Running my tongue up and down and then right inside her. She gasped, but it was a nice gasp. I entered her again and she let me go. I continued to run my tongue around her pussy, enjoying the smooth softness of her womanhood. Tasting her.