A 100% true account of my first sexual encounter with my wife Maria back then in the university.
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From the moment i lost my virginity to a street whore a few years before i entered the university, every girl i met instantly became the object of my sexual desires just like most male teenagers.
I really found it hard to get a girl of my own. A girl i could proudly boast to be mine..
The mid 1990’s soon found me in the university, pretty far from home, my family and friends. A totally alien experience to me. I was completely on my own..
One afternoon, while eating at the school cafeteria, a very cute coursemate came with a plate of fried rice and plantain and sat at my table. I was
surprisingly sitting alone that day.
She simply sat, smiled at me and faced her meal. I looked up at her and said hi. She responded and I curiously asked of her name which she told me.
Maria was a beauty, standing a shade over five feet tall. She was
fair skinned with rosy colored, high mounted cheeks, this made her head look a bit too large for the rest of her body. Her smile was attractive. Her large eyes were her most distinctive
feature..
Her red top revealed a set of breasts that very day, and they appeared disproportionally large. The memory is still sticked in my head till this very day.
Up close, she appeared older
than the average girl on campus.
I remembered her being a whole lot younger the few times I had seen her from afar in the past. She was just in her early twenties and had a mature yet girlish aura; slowly but cautiously we got talking..............
We soon began hanging out together like good old friends, mostly discussing our studies, church programmes and school social activities. Even though i wanted something more real with her, I was scared of trying my luck until one day, I worked up the courage and asked if she had a boyfriend.
It really was the first time we had ever spoken about anything personal. She replied that she had a boyfriend back home but because of the separation and the distance, their relationship had lately become strained. She recounted that he rarely wrote letters anymore to her, and that their phone conversations were becoming shorter and shorter. She seemed sad as she told me this and i simply counselled her to keep her head up and not to worry, that these things happen all the time in long distance relationships.
I obviously had no freaking clue what a long distance relationship felt like (or any other type for that matter) but i still felt compelled to pretend to be the knowledgeable, caring friend that she needed at that very moment.
To be continued after two comments.
Story by Chris[hupso]
