This is an account of how I lost my virginity. This wonderful experience happened in the early 70's but is still clear in my memory as though it happened yesterday!
First year university had come to a tumultuous end. Exams and projects and orals completed in a kaleidoscope of studying and sleeping and rushing for the next lecture or exam. In hindsight, time seemed to have flown but, at the time, I thought that the end of the academic year would never come!
My best friend, John, and I were sitting quietly on the veranda of our local drinking hole, feet up on the balustrade, beers in hand and overlooking the sea. My name is also John and we were both students at the local university, both studying architecture. We had met at initial registration and immediately bonded. During this past year I had stayed as often at his home, where I was considered one of the family, as at mine.
John was a couple of years older than I was and I looked up to him as I would an older brother. He was charming, good looking and came from a wealthy home. The girls made fools of themselves over him. It seemed that every other week there was a different gorgeous girl sharing his bed.
The bed I slept in when I was at his home was in an open studio, with our drawing boards and worktables, separated from John's bedroom only by a low height partition and I could hear all that happened! I've lost count of the number of times I masturbated furiously to the sound of kissing, sucking, squelching and the slapping of body against body. Some girls were very vocal and loud, some simply grunted and made animal-like noises while some were completely silent other than their breathing.
All the girls had to pass the studio on their way to the bathroom and I would lie under the covers with my head under the pillow and stare at them from there. Not one girl ever noticed me. They came in all shapes, sizes and ages, the less inhibited ones went naked to the bathroom while others went in various stages of undress. John would always pass and give me a thumbs-up or -down depending on the girl and the sex. I envied him his easy, devil-may-care attitude.
I, on the other hand, was a reluctant virgin. I would have humped anything that said yes! I was introverted and painfully shy. I stammered and blushed if a girl even looked at me, let alone spoke to me. I had been on dates where I had held hands and kissed but never ventured any further.
When we went out to parties or to the pubs or to the beach, John always gave me his car keys. Consequently I only ever had a couple of beers and ended up driving us and many of our friends home afterwards. I was just too serious!
On the sports field, however, things were different. As good an athlete as John was, I was better. I could run, swim and cycle better, faster and farther than he could, no matter how hard he tried. Swings and roundabouts!
I was brought back to reality as John asked, "all ready for tomorrow?"
"Yep. I've packed all the food and booze at your place. All we need is fresh meat and milk, which we can get along the way."
We had planned a long weekend at a beech cottage near Port Alfred, a sleepy coastal village about two hours drive away. Invited too were John's much older brother Tim and his girlfriend, Jenny. I had met them a few times at John's house at the occasional family get-togethers. Tim and John were clearly brothers, similar physique and easy-going manner. Jenny was a lively woman, always smiling and funny, easy to talk to. Even I had sat and chatted with her on occasion without getting all tongue-tied. She was slightly shorter than medium height, slim, always elegantly dressed. I guess they were both about thirty years old.
The next morning the sun was barely peeking over the horizon, the car was packed and we were ready to hit the road. John's dad had offered us the use of his car because the old VW Beetle John drove would have been a squash as we were taking the latest gorgeous girl John was seeing, Judy, with us.
I was being gooseberry. Again! Oh well, I had got so used to it over the last year that it clouded my thoughts for only a few seconds. We would swing past her house on our way out of town. As we were getting into the car Mrs Weschta, John's mom, ran out to say that Tim had just phoned to say that something had come up at work and that he would have to delay his departure and could we go past their place and take Jenny with us? He would joint us later.
We stopped outside Judy's place and John ran in to help her with her things. The whole family came out and I could sense that her mom did not approve of her daughter going on her own with us. "You're sure there are enough separate bedrooms?" and, "You'll look after my good girl?"
Smooth John reassured her that his sister-in-law would be there as chaperone. Yeah yeah! I had heard her last Saturday night being very vocal. I guess that she was also very passionate from what I could hear, remembering that I was lying not more than three feet away! As I lay there massaging my swollen member listening to them, imagining what it must be like, "yes, there! There! Lick me there! Aaahhh I'm cumming AAAAHHHHHH!!. And I gushed into a wad of tissues thrusting my hips in time with the banging from the other side of the partition.
And then later as I peered at her from under the covers as she went to the bathroom. God, she was beautiful! Proud young breasts, tapered waist and long legs. As she passed the foot of my bed she turned to say something to John and I could see between her legs and I could make out her puffy nether lips and the juices running down her inner thigh. I could smell their combined sex! When John wandered past, his flaccid penis swinging with his step he flashed me a double thumbs-up. Wow! I found I was painfully hard again and could not stir. I had to wait till much later to relieve myself again.
"Why are you so red in the face?" John asked.
"I...Ah...I..." I stammered, blushing even more at being caught out with my private thoughts.
"Come, let's go! Bye Mrs G! Bye Mr G!" and we were off. Oh, how I envied him his easy manor! Next stop his brother's place. Jenny was outside waiting for us and we quickly loaded her kit and in minutes we were back on the road. Finally, off to the beach paradise.
I sat in the back with Jenny. She was her normal smiling witty self and had us all laughing in no time. I was able to talk to her normally without blushing and stammering. I did admire her lovely legs as we drove and when she was looking the other way. She had tucked them up under herself and I could see her smooth thighs. Wow.
As we talked she drew me out about the recent exams, Jenny would reach out and touch my arm or my leg to make a point. I burned wherever she touched me! There was nothing sexual in her behaviour but to an over-hormoned teenager it was enough to give me a painfully hard erection. Lucky for me I was sitting down and the bulge was not obvious.
The music was loud enough for me to have to lean close to her to hear all she was saying and I found myself intoxicated by her subtle perfume. I lost myself in her smiling green eyes. I overdosed myself on her husky voice. Boy, was I having it bad!
It felt like no time had passed and we were there! The rustic timber beach shack was in front of us, the beach and the sea beyond. Stunted wind-formed trees crowded one side of the building, the other side nestled into a sea grass covered dune.
John pulled the car under a lean-to shadeport at the back of the shack and we all piled out to stretch and then to explore.
"Is this the right place?" I asked, looking round for a number or a name on the building.
"Yeah, for sure!" John replied. "When I spoke to Sandy, the caretaker guy, on the phone he said to look out for the big piece of driftwood shaped like a whale at the door. That one," he said pointing. "He also said this cottage was the only one with a carport. The cottage should be unlocked and he said he would pop by at about lunchtime and we can settle everything then."
