About a month before starting university, we had a mandatory orientation on campus, which included an overnight at one of the dorms. The orientation was all the usual ice breakers and expectations setting that you might expect. We were grouped by major so we'd meet people we would have classes with. In my group of mostly guys, there was one girl who stood out. Leah was a petite redhead dressed in shorts and a tank top (it was hot as hell in July) with a little scar on her cheek. She laughed at one of my jokes, we locked eyes at some point and it was on.
We spent the rest of the day together, getting to know one another. There was undeniable sexual tension and I'm sure it was noticable by our groupmates. While we kept things PG during the day, we were stealing touches and glances throughout.
That night, there was some pre-programmed "club" night at the student center. Most of our groupmates and a bunch of the overall orientation undoubtedly found a party or something to attend, but Leah and I went -- both of us turned out to be rule followers. We both showered and changed into clean clothes (it was hot and we were all sweating all day) and met up at the "club". She looked, and smelled, incredible; her modest chest was accentuated by a pretty low cut button down top and she wore a skirt that hugged her firm ass. The smell of her shampoo was intoxicating. I was hooked.
We danced. I'm not much of a dancer but I did my best. She loved to dance. She pulled me close, pressing her ass against my shorts. My cock was hard and there is no way she didn't feel it. We took plenty of breaks to get water and talk, which helped prevent me from making a mess in my boxers. Then back to dancing, rinse and repeat.
Eventually it was time to go. We walked back to the dorm and the sexual tension was palpable. We got back to the dorm. I asked if she wanted to come back to my room, but, being bashful, she suggested we both change again and meet back in the common area. Worried she may be trying to ditch me, I agreed to meet her back in 5 minutes.
Thank fucking God she kept her word. We went down to a basement level of the dormatory, which was a rather sad common space with unused ping pong tables and some tables for study groups. Tonight, it was deserted and, unlike our unair-conditioned rooms, pleasantly cool.
We found a couch and I don't think our asses hit the seat before our tongues were in each other's mouths. We made out for what felt like an hour, again, keeping things pretty tame. I learned later on that both of us were similarly inexperienced; this most likely slowed progression quite a bit. Still, I'm never going to be against taking things slow and ratcheting up the tension little by little, so it worked out.
Eventually, we stop to catch our breath. We make small talk for a bit, her hands in my hair and on my arms, mine grazing her bare legs.
“You want to know why I wanted to stop by my room first?” she asks, smiling devilishly.
“Well I was worried you were running away forever,” I respond.
She laughs, makes a joke of that, and says “…no, it’s because you made me all wet on the dance floor. And now you’ve gone and done it again.”
She guides my hand up her thighs and under her skirt. I could feel how warm she was before I ever touched her.
When my fingers found her panties it was as if she’d been swimming. Soaking wet cotton, surrounded by the heat of her pussy. I instinctively started rubbing her mound. I felt her shudder.
“Wow, I suppose that would be uncomfortable… no wonder you wanted to take them off.” She nods, grinding into my fingers, eyes closed, her breath staggered. “Should I help you out of these?” She nods again, more enthusiastically.
I slide off the couch, onto my knees, and reach back up to her soaked panties and pull them down from under her skirt. I remember how they clung to her pussy. The smell was intoxicating.
I had never gone down on a girl. Nothing was going to stop me at this moment. Without leaving my knees, I kissed up her legs. Her hands grab my hair and guide me to the perfect spot. My nose and mouth are filled with the most gloriously musty scent and taste id ever experienced. Her fiery red pubic hair, matted with her excitement, made it even more primal.
I remember it happening quickly, after a minute or two. She shuddered, moaning into her hand. I kept going. I was addicted to the taste of her. Still, she stopped me.
“That was… wow… you may need to do that again once school starts”. We laugh, and I tell her I am at her service.
“Well, I can’t let you leave until you show me what I was feeling on the dance floor earlier… will you show me?”
For someone who’d just cum on my face and was asking to see my cock, she sure looked innocent. I of course obliged. My cock had been in various stages of arousal for hours now. I stood up, with Leah still seated, and with shaky hands, undid the button of my shorts and let them drop to my ankles.
My boxers had a noticeable spot where the precum had soaked through. They were damp with sweat. If Leah noticed , she didn’t care. Her hands fondled my shaft through the fabric.
“I’ve never seen… one… this close,” she told me. I was curious just how inexperienced she was, but decided not to pursue that conversation in this moment. “Well… now’s your chance” I tell her. This whole thing is feeling more and more like a wonderful dream.
She reaches one of her small hands under the waistband and grabs my cock. I won’t tell you some lie about how she could barely fit it in one hand or some nonsense, but I will say that it felt incredible. I help her slide my boxers down to my knees as she strokes me slowly. “I was imagining this as we danced,” she tells me. “I was imagining what it’d look like, what it’d feel like…”
Her cute dirty talk was all it took to send me over the edge. My knees shook as I gasped and exploded, sending cum flying. Some on her hand, some on the floor. Probably elsewhere too. I didn’t really care in that moment.
We catch our breath and make out some more after some half assed clean up. It felt natural. Not awkward at all. I’d just met this girl half a day ago and I was already in love.
We ended up dating off and on for most of college and were each others firsts for a lot of sexual milestones. But that first time will always be etched into my brain.