Literotic asexstories – It Started With a Snog by stevetruestories,stevetruestories
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James had just begun his second year of a history degree at a red brick university in the south of England. In his first year he had lived in campus halls of residence, now he was in a shared house. It was the norm for university friends to rent out a house together, but James had made no friends so had ended up renting a downstairs front room in a shabby Victorian terrace. The other occupants of the house were an eclectic bunch to say the least.
The room next door was occupied by a rather effeminate guy of the same age. Upstairs, there was another guy, older, mid twenties, with wild eyes and a bushy beard. James had vowed to give him a wide berth. There was also a plain looking girl in the large room at the rear of the house and another girl who occupied the remaining room directly above him. Finally, on the top floor there were a couple, the girl was very pretty just like the ones in his stash of soft-porn magazines.
His magazines dictated what girls should look like. Whilst James knew he would never stand a chance with a girl who was as pretty as those who posed so sexily and scantily, he thought all girls should look like them. Therefore, short girls, fat girls, thin girls, indeed any girl with the slightest imperfection was discounted.
The girl upstairs, the one directly above him, was different, for she did not conform to his ingrained perceptions. A full figure, big breasts, long dark curly hair, green eyes. James thought she was in her early twenties so a few years older. James regretted not catching her name when Bea, the Landlady, reeled off the list of tenants.
He had been in the house just over a week when he encountered her in the shared kitchen for the first time, he blushed as she extended out her hand, ‘hi I’m Penny.’
Penny’s hand was was soft, welcoming, and soothing. She had long natural unpainted nails, James rapidly concluded there was nothing fake about her.
He felt his throat go dry, ‘James,’ he squeaked.
‘Student?’
But rather than strike up a conversation or even engage with the girl, he simply nodded, before scuttling away to his room.
In the safety of his room James knew he should have said something, anything as he pictured her thinking about his social ineptitude. She didn’t look like a student and always left the house early, so must work somewhere. Why didn’t I ask her what she did for a job?
Now lying on his bed James recalled as he had exited the kitchen she had smiled knowingly. She must have realised I had been staring at her tits, James thought to himself. It hardly helped that through Penny’s light coloured t-shirt James could see the outline of her bra. Just thinking about what lay beneath her t-shirt had him hard in an instant and he had to readjust himself.
He encountered Penny a second time again in the kitchen. Second time round he he was more relaxed, no, that was a lie, he didn’t blush so much. They did have a conversation, but he could not remember what he said, only that he gave staccato answers, not the smooth replies his fellow male students would give. But his other concern was to avoid an erection.
He had hoped against hope that he might stand some sort of chance with her, but any faint hopes were dashed by the arrival of Neil after they had shared another all too brief conversation. It soon became apparent from the sounds they made upstairs Penny and Neil were an item.
Lying on his bed, hearing then fuck upstairs, he felt sick in the stomach, it was almost as if Penny was his actual girlfriend and he was being cheated on. He was intelligent enough to recognise his feelings were in no way rational, which probably made the whole thing worse for him.
A couple of days later, Saturday morning and as usual he had been thinking of her when his thoughts were disturbed by a knock on his bedroom door.
‘James, have you got a 20p I can borrow for the shower?’
It was Penny, standing outside in the hall. James’ throat went dry as he visualised her nakedness under her purple bathrobe, ‘er yeah,’ he spluttered as he turned round, walked the short distance to his desk and picked up a loose 20p.
‘Oh thanks,’ she said as she reached out to take the coin.
As she took the coin, her long nails gently inadvertently scraped against the palm of his hand and the sensation was felt all over his body. ‘You are a sweetie.’
He silently groaned as he visualised her nails scraping along another part of his anatomy. Blushing he attempted a smile.
A few days later there was a knock at his door, it was Penny, ‘here’s your 20p.’
Before he could reply she had brazenly entered the room.
‘Quite a bit smaller,’ she remarked as she looked around.
‘Sorry.’
‘Your room, it’s a bit smaller than mine, you know mines directly above.’
‘I know…’ he began but stalled as she raised her arm and a small amount of midriff was revealed.
‘But I’ve got a double bed so that takes up a fair bit of space,’ as she pointed to his single. ‘Do you mind?’ Again she did not give him an opportunity to reply as she sat herself down on the bed.
‘What’s this?’ Penny asked as she shifted uncomfortably.
‘Err,’ he spluttered in embarrassment as he realised he’d left a stack of his magazines under the top blanket.
But Penny had already raised herself and was rummaging under the covers. A few moments later his embarrassment was complete when she triumphantly pulled out the magazine’s.
‘Hmm what do we have here then?’
‘Er they’re not mine, I was looking after them for a…’
‘A likely story,’ she replied as she nonchalantly flicked through the magazine and giggled.
‘What?’
‘At least the pages aren’t stuck together.’
Of course if a scenario like this had occurred in his magazine Penny would have already had her clothes off.
But Penny was more interested in the magazine. James didn’t know whether to be disappointed or relieved. ‘Oh she’s very pretty,’ Penny cooed, ‘what do you think?’ She asked as she showed him a picture of Angel 19, 34-24-32dd.
He remained rooted to the spot.
‘Of course real women don’t look like this. These look like they’ve been air-brushed, all perfect skin, not a spot in sight, and look at this pussy, who has the time to trim it and shape it like that every morning?’
James, felt himself nod in agreement as if he knew what a real pussy looked like.
‘Oh my God!’ Penny exclaimed, ‘her,’ she pointed to a model who was more curvy than the rest. ‘God, I thought that was…’
‘Er who?’ He croaked.
It was now Penny’s turn to blush, ‘well I suppose I know one of your secrets.’
She knows I’m a virgin!
Penny read the confusion on his face, ‘that you have a stash of naughty magazines, though Sam,’ she pointed at the wall, ‘will be disappointed.’
‘Why?’
She gave a little chuckle, ‘he thinks you’re gay.’
‘But…’
‘I didn’t think you were and these magazines prove it. Now my little secret. Promise not to tell Neil?’
He nodded.
‘She,’ Penny pointed to the girl in the magazine, ‘she, is the spitting image of my ex’s sister, you see when I found out he cheated on me I got my revenge by sleeping with her.’
Did she really say that? He thought to himself. He must have miss-heard, he was still trying to process what he thought she’d said as she continued.
‘I told him he should get his sister to teach him how to pleasure a woman properly, we sort of split up after that!’
James had no idea how to react or even if he should say anything, his only action was to swallow hard.
‘Oh dear have I shocked you?’
He involuntarily nodded.
She laughed, ‘I do still like boys though,’ as she winked at him.
He felt himself blush again.
‘You’re probably wondering why I’m here.’ Not giving him time to respond she continued, ‘don’t look so nervous I’m not going to seduce you or anything.’
He gave a small sigh of relief.
‘No it was Sam, it’s his birthday and he’s having a bit of a bash tonight and wanted to invite you but was a bit shy, although if he knew what you kept hidden under the sheets he probably wouldn’t be so keen.’
‘Er I don’t think so…’
‘Why not, are you busy?
‘No.’
‘Why not then?’
‘It’s not really my scene.’
She looked him up and down and frowned, ‘you can’t catch gayness you know. I’ll promise to tell Sam you’re a hundred per cent hetro, with a steady girlfriend who you will marry once you graduate and have lots of children with.’
He blushed again, this time at the girlfriend word.
Penny read him again. ‘Not got a girlfriend?’
‘Not at the moment.’
‘Well you won’t find one in your room, or do you prefer your magazines?’
‘No of…’
But she cut in, ‘good, Sam will be so pleased.’
That evening there was a knock at this door at 10.30pm. it was Penny who gave him a hug. Her large breasts mashed against his chest and he savoured that moment, perhaps it was the right idea to go out. He forced a smile on Sam and looked the rest of the party up and down, bunch of weirdo’s and freaks, he thought to himself.
They made their way to the club which wasn’t a huge distance away from the house. A couple of them offered him a swig from their bottles of alcohol they were carrying but he declined.
Inside the club, thump, thump went the music, the sound alien and unrecognisable. Surrounded by hundreds of strange people and attacked by dry ice which hung around in his nasal passage uninvited. James was convinced he was the only normal person inside the club. So far the only highlight had been Penny’s hug.
Later he had ended up with Penny and a whole group of her females friends at a table in an a large alcove, away from the main dance floor. Somehow the acoustics were such that a conversation could be had over the dance music. Whilst James hated the music, it’s relative absence meant any conversation was clearly audible. And the conversation at the moment was his bête noir, sex. He listened impassively hoping he would not go too red or worse be asked his opinion.
Penny was holding court as she proclaimed, ‘doggy’s good, it really hits the spot.’ Giggle, giggle.
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