A Different Anna

“Have you ever done something yet had absolutely zero idea why you did it? I didn’t even fancy him!” 

I’d better add some context before I go on. Zoe was in my class at high school. She was always ‘different’, in that she was something of a rebel, and managed to wear her uniform ‘off the shoulder’, much to the disgust of the nuns - I guess that’s why I liked her. She, like many of my cohort went straight from high school to Uni. 

For a start, he’s 22 years older than me, right? For another start, and I have no idea why, when I dressed that morning, I knew, absolutely knew my denim mini skirt would show my panties. Even if I sat demurely with my legs crossed or with my knees together, there would be a little ‘V’ visible. 

I swear to God that I didn’t sit opposite him on purpose, in fact he wasn’t even on my mind on my way to class that day. It was one of those hideous all-morning classes. An hour and a half followed by half an hour’s break, then another hour. Jeez….tedious, much. So, he’s sitting opposite me and apparently paying me no attention whatsoever, I mean, why should he? I’m sitting opposite him keenly aware that all he had to do was raise his eyes and he would be looking right up my skirt at my panties. I mean, what the fuck? I’ve never worn a combination like this before, precisely because without tights, you can see everything. 

And ‘everything’ was definitely becoming very wet! You know those days when you start feeling slippery the moment you stand up? Well, it was one of those. Yuck! I don’t remember at what point I realised he had noticed, but he had….noticed, I mean, and I guess that a girl’s panties are a girl’s panties. He kept grabbing at first quick, and then not-so quick glances up my skirt and me….that is, I….I found myself sitting with my knees slightly apart so he could see the whole crotch! I mean, WTF? Why? I had also…I thought…grabbed the first pair of clean panties in my drawer, but now I realised that they were that shade of blue that becomes black when wet. He could see precisely how wet I was becoming…which only made it worse still! I could actually feel it leaking out of me.” 

I chimed into her monologue “ok, so, you flashed him. It’s not so much of a big deal, you know.”

“Yeah, but what happened next was. When the break rolled around, I invited him back to my room for coffee. Again, WTF? He accepted, and the moment the door closed, I was all over him. I mean, I am…was …a virgin! I’d intended to remain one until my wedding night. Yet here I was, my arms around his neck kissing him like my life depended on it. And wow…what a kisser he was! I thought I’d cum in my panties just from that! 

So, we kind of undressed each other, down to panties and boxers, anyway, and when he slipped his hand into my panties and felt around, he knew I was still a virgin. Nothing has ever been inside me…not even tampons. He stopped dead in his tracks and asked me if I was sure. I’ve never been surer of anything. I really wanted this. 

He told me that giving my virginity was the greatest gift a girl can give, and it can only be given once. Poor guy, he must have been so desperate to have sex with me, but he totally put the brakes on and made me really think whether this was what I really wanted. I realised that it was. I didn’t want to lose my cherry to some 18/19 year old who would brag about it, but I also didn’t want to lose it on my wedding night. I didn’t want pain and blood to feature! Someone older…someone who knew what they were doing, and someone who cared enough to say ‘wait’ was exactly what I wanted! 

And wow…..fucking wow! He took my panties off and lay me on the bed. Anna, I had four orgasms before he even put it in! When he did push it in me, it felt uncomfortable at first, and there was a moment when it stung, but he did it so carefully there was no bleeding at all and….when he started to fuck me……oooooh boy. There’s no feeling like it, is there? This feeling of being absolutely and totally filled, but also having my legs spread. I came twice before he asked….actually asked me….where he should cum. I mean, what a gentleman! 

Even though I wasn’t taking brith control, I wanted the full experience. I wanted him to cum in me. I could always go and get the morning after pill, so I told him to cum where he was. 

After he’d cum, I guess we had about two minutes to get back to class. I just pulled the same clothes back on, as did he. The remaining hour in class? I don’t have a fucking clue what the lecturer said! No idea! What I do know is how it feels to have semen running out of you. I should have put a panty liner in. By lunchtime, I could smell semen and I defo needed a change of panties too. 

But I needed something else just as badly. 

Over the next month, we just….explored. I don’t know what I don’t know. Sure, I’d heard of things. We talked about them and tried some things out. Some things worked, some didn’t. Some felt great, some not so much. He was so patient with me, so understanding, especially when I had to say ‘no’ or ‘I don’t like that’. Not once did he try to persuade me to go against my feelings. 

Oh, but Anna, that month was filled with so much sex, and not just with him. I masturbated myself crazy that month. When he wasn’t with me, I couldn’t keep my hands off myself. I just did myself every single night…hell,…even during the day. I did myself almost any time I could! 

I still, to this day, don’t know why that first time happened. I didn’t plan it…I hadn’t even thought about it….or him….and why I turned into a screaming nymphomaniac for a month afterwards, well, again, who knows. 

He knew though….at the end of that month….without being told, without any difficult conversations, he knew it was done with. Nothing was actually said, we simply stopped being physical with each other, but he remains my closest friend. 

Weird huh?” 

And yet not weird at all. Her body was just…ready. Zoe was ready for sex with something other than her own fingers. Her subconscious choice of clothing that day, her wetness, her sitting opposite this guy, her version of Miss Brain was clearly operating the controls, and Zoe had the good sense to listen and not try to impose some false sense of propriety over the top of it. She was, quite simply, ready. 

And him? She obviously chose someone who respected her, and never once tried to coerce her into doing anything - or continuing anything - that she didn’t want to do. It sounds like he let her use his body to explore her likes and dislikes sexually. That’s not to say he didn’t et anything out of their month together. I mean, he would have been 40, right? Fucking a horny 18 year old? That is most guys’ definition of heaven. But at least he knew not to push his luck when he sensed it was done with.