My First Love

I think I saw Rosie within my first few hours of being at University. We were on the same course and ended up in the same group of friends; the sort of friends you make in your first few weeks at Uni, generally due to such commonalities as address, courses, and drinking habits.

Rosie was a mature student, and 3 or 4 years older than the rest of us. No taller than 5' 2", full figured with amazing curves, flowing red hair, and beautiful brown eyes. We quickly became friends as we sat together in many lectures/seminars and started to get to know each other. She was from a small town in Wales and, to my horror, had left behind a fiancé whom she expected to visit most weekends.

As the academic year rolled on, we became closer and closer as friends, but never with the suggestion of any romance from her side. We drank together, partied together, and even shared a night in the same room (torture for me!). She saw me nothing more than a younger brother, or an asexual friend.

After more weeks of closeness, then missing her like crazy over the summer, I resolved to tell her how I felt when we returned to Uni for our second year. Our first night out led to me crashing at her place rather than walking the 2 or 3 miles back to my digs. I slept in the communal lounge in her digs, whilst she retired to her room. Fueled by desire and Dutch courage, I blurted out my feelings to her. I told her how much I was in love with her and how much I wanted to be more than just friends. I also told her how the summer had been hell not seeing her, and thinking of her at home with "him."

The look of horror on her face said it all. I'd made a huge mistake and risked our friendship. She started to cry and said it wasn't fair that I say these things. She said she was engaged and how our friendship meant nothing if we weren't honest with each other. We left things in a bad way as she locked herself in her room and I attempted to sleep in the lounge.

I eventually drifted off to sleep, upset at how the night had gone and ultimately devastated that my for love her was unrequited.

I woke an hour or so later as I felt the covers lift up and a body slide in beside me. It was Rosie.

"What the...?" I whispered.

"Shhh," She whispered. "I couldn't sleep knowing how we'd left things. I'm sorry about what I said."

She hugged me tight and kissed me on the cheek saying nothing could break our friendship and how she had just been taken aback by what I had said.

I kissed her back on the cheek. She kissed me again on the mouth. I responded and we kissed for the first time.

I pulled away and try to speak, to question what was happening.

"Shh, this is just about now."

She continued to kiss me, but now was holding me in a different way. Her hands started to explore my body, running down my back, and across my waist and up my chest. I responded by exploring her curves, my hand move to her bottom and she gasps as I pushed her in towards me. My cock, unsurprisingly, was rock hard and she couldn't fail to notice it as it pressed against her stomach.

She stopped for a moment to look at me, grabbed my hand and placed it on her breast. I could feel he nipple hard against her thin t-shirt. My hand drifted away from her breast, down to her waist whereupon I lifted her t-shirt and exposed her beautiful breasts. I took one in each hand and leant forward to lick and suck her nipples, almost in a state of shock that my dream was coming real.

We kissed again, but this time her hand was firmly on my chest pushing me down on the sofa. Her hand traced my chest down over my navel until she tenderly stroked my cock through my boxer shorts. I helped her remove my shorts, allowing my cock to spring out. With my legs shaking, I lay back as she surveyed the scene. I was praying for the moment when he had would wrap around my cock and give me what I was so desperate for. Instead she started kissing my chest and licking my nipples. Her tongue swirling around them, then moving slowly downwards towards my rock-hard cock.

Starting at the base, she ran her tongue the entire length of my cock, stopping only to look me in the eye as she started to take me in to her mouth. He beautiful lips swallowed the head of my cock and, as she grabbed the base, took my entire length in to her mouth. After a few moments, I could feel that I was about to cum; the warm, wet sensation of her mouth, coupled with her swirling tongue, brought me to the point of no return.

I let a moan as my cock began to twitch and finally erupted in her mouth as my best friend, and first love, swallowed my cum. Lying back on the bed, utterly spent and completely confused, Rosie lay next to me and snuggled in, making sure not to cover me up and leave my now softening cock on show.

"That, that was amazing," I gasped.

"I love you too," Rosie whispered in my ear. "Now get some sleep."

She kissed me and disappeared into her room.

The next morning, we said nothing, but there was an awkwardness in the air. Some regret and a little shame, but also a feeling in intense closeness.

We stayed friends for years afterwards. There were a few more sexual encounters, including our final night at Uni when we slept together for the one and only time; but there was no more after that.

We never could get our timing right. Shortly after Uni, she and her fiancé broke up. By that time, I was in what turned out to be a serious relationship. When that ended, she was with someone else. Maybe it was better this way. We had some special moments together, but never took that plunge of a relationship.

We're both married to other people now, with children and families of our own whom we love dearly.

I'll always love her though.