Steve and I had many adventures during our years at Uni. In fact we had a lot of adventures with a lot of people: including his girlfriend, Louise, who was the first girl I ever slept with. But of all the adventures, this was the one I was expecting least- the year before we left university for the outside world.
It was Christmas time and Steve was from far west in the UK, Devon. It was a long way away from where we were studying in London, and as such he didn't get home much because it was a 6 or 7 hour drive or an impossible train journey, and anyway, he didn't have a car. But as it was Christmas time, his dad was coming to pick him up.
Me and Steve had been sexual from the first time we met, during Freshers week. We'd done everything with each other- from petting to group sex- and he'd been responsible for my true sexual awakening. He had always been with Louise, but there was always a hint that maybe me and him were a better fit in some ways. We got on better that he and she did, they often had huge arguments and we didn't, but it just never happened really. Not least, I suspect, because both Louise and he enjoyed fucking me so much, and because our party house, where we'd lived for three years at this point, was incredibly wild. Everyone was having sex with everyone else. There were 6 of us to start with, 3 boys and 3 girls, and we had ended up acquiring 2 more girls when two of the boys moved their girlfriends in. I had had sex with all 7 people in the house, and sometimes more than one at a time. Like I say, it was incredibly wild, and known all over the town for being sexually experimental.
However, just recently me and Steve had started having sex more alone, and doing it in secret. Louise had always known about me and Steve, but now we were sneaking around and locking ourselves in rooms or sneaking off to do it. Our house backed on to a large park, and some nights we would both wake at 2 or 3 in the morning and meet in the wilds of the park to have sex. And the sex had changed. We were still going at it like we always had: rough and with abandon. And it was still filthy. But a few times now, in fact a good few times, when we'd snuck off to do it in the park, or done it when we were alone in the house, the tone had changed. It was less about sexual gratification, less about pushing the boundaries and more about making one another happy. It was starting to feel like the love making I had often read about but never done, and I was beginning to think that maybe when uni ended we would end up together, but it was all very complicated currently. I was very confused.
That Christmas holiday, I was the only one left in the house other than Steve. I had to stay to work in my terrible Saturday job on December 23rd and was going home straight after. Steve too was waiting for his dad to drive and get him on the same day, so we were there a full week longer than the other 6 members of the house. I knew that it could actually be really good: Steve and I got on incredibly well, and having the house to ourselves all week, with no lectures to go to had to mean non-stop sex. In fact, I was rather hoping it would. But the problem of the ongoing indefinable nature of our relationship was becoming a problem, and I was feeling guilty and torn about Louise. Louise, who was the first girl I'd ever been with and who I had been very turned on by in the past, was becoming a problem in my life. This time last year we had been having sex on our own almost as much as Steve and I were now. There was never any suggestion of any romantic feeling between me and Louise, but we had gone to bed together a lot or had threesomes with Steve often. But now, the more she and Steve argued, the more I found myself on Steve's side and the less Louise turned me on. By the time of this Christmas I hadn't been with Louise in more than two months and it was me who was making excuses. In reality it was because I was falling for Steve, but I couldn't admit that. Not even to myself.
I loved sex, still do, and back then I loved sex with anybody, girls, boys, girls and boys together.... Any combination. I was very adventurous and very orgasmic. I cum just from penetration and cum quickly and often. However, sex with Steve was different. From the first time we'd got off with one another on Freshers week, he had known exactly what to do, what to say, to turn me on. Who knows? Maybe that's why I felt like I was falling for him.
This week looked set to be no exception, on the sex front though, and from about a week before he was clearly getting excited. In fact, a few days before the last member was set to leave the house, and on Louise's last night before she went home, he sent me a text, which I read as I settled down to sleep:
"Glad Lou is leaving tomorrow. Can't wait for it to just be me and you. You turn me on so much. Would say let's meet in the park now but is snowy and we've got next week. Saving myself for you. Save yourself for me! : -)" I smiled as I read it and touched my naked pussy under the covers. I knew I needed to get a grip on my feelings, but that text had made my day.
And ever true to his word, three days later, from the moment the last member of the house had left on the Saturday night, he had jumped on me. Cathy pulled her suitcase out of the front door and called out,
"Have a nice Christmas you two!" from our respective parts of the house we had both shouted out our goodbyes. I was reading a book in my bedroom. The front door slammed and within seconds I heard Steve putting the dead-bolt on so that it couldn't be opened from the outside. Hearing this, I composed my face and carried on reading, but hoped he was coming up to me. He ran up the stairs and towards my door.
"What are we going to do tonight, Steve?" I called. He arrived at my door, and shut it firmly behind him, pulling his jumper off as he did so.
"I can think of a few things." He said. I laughed. I tried to act like I thought he was silly, but really I was longing for him.
"I meant more about dinner." I said. He unbuckled his jeans and got on the bed with me. He pushed me down and kissed me, roughly, passionately.
"How can you think about dinner when we've got the whole house to ourselves?" I groaned as he pushed his fingers into my leggings and found me, already wet. I had shaved for him and had my best knickers on, but I wanted him to think that I wasn't bothered. I smelt of Chanel No 5, and had worn it especially because I knew he loved the smell of it.
"We need to have a talk." I said, from beneath the kisses. "We can't keep doing this." He rummaged inside my jumper for my boob. He moaned into my ear as he found it. "What about Louise?" But he didn't answer, instead he just pulled my leggings and knickers off and buried his face in my snatch. We hadn't been alone for a few weeks because of one thing and another, and as soon as he did that I wasn't in the mood for talking either. I cried out and held his head in position.
That was just the beginning of that night. Soon he was in me and within the hour he had spunked all over my face and hair while I sucked him and fingered his arsehole. It was hardly love making, but it was intense and passionate and I didn't care how he had me, as long as he had me. Laying on the bed, coming down from the many orgasms I'd had, Steve put forward an idea, how about we utilise the fact that nobody else was around to make a sex tape. I told him he was insane, but couldn't stop laughing. This was truly brilliant in a truly typical-of-Steve way.
"What if someone finds it?" I objected, sweaty and breathless.
