The Journey... Chapter Three - Going Off To Uni

I really need to jump ahead to around my 19th birthday now to get to the next really big event, but that’s 18-24 months further down the line from where I’m currently at in my story time-line, and those two years are important to the long-term story, so I need to slow it down and tell the story properly…

After the events of my seventeenth birthday, I started dating a very nice guy I met at college, lost my “full” virginity to him on Valentines Day as I mentioned in Chapter One, and we dated for a good year after that. We had reached the point where we had both exclaimed that we loved each other, and we got along great, despite the fact that we were heading in very different directions with our lives. We’d been applying for University places, and were looking at Uni’s at completely different ends of the country because we both had separate career goals and aims in life, so we both knew that we’d probably have to break up at some point, whether it be by necessity or whatever, or one of us would have to make a big sacrifice for the other. But we let that slide by us, and just enjoyed each others company and lived in the now – the future was so far away! We developed a pretty healthy sex life after our first time, and quickly realised we not only both really enjoyed sex, but even more importantly, we really enjoyed sex with each other. So we were all over each other at every opportunity. Living with our parents, it was tough to find the right times, but we managed it. Many a time we’d be at one of our houses with our parents, and they’d announce they were popping out for half an hour, and we’d be ripping each others clothes off before they even got out the door so we could make every second count. My dad didn’t let him stay over with me in my room until after my 18th birthday, and even then, full blown let your hair down sex was out of the question – no screaming orgasms with my parents in the next room!! Lol.

We were also quite open with each other sexually, which is very unusual for such a young and inexperienced couple. We would read things in magazines or on the internet and we’d be like “hey, you wanna try this?” I very quickly realised my sexual inhibitions were a lot less than my general life inhibitions. Dressing up, fantasy play, we even had a couple of unsuccessful attempts at anal sex.

But the cracks eventually began to show as we started to grow apart a little, and argue a bit more than normal. And eventually we broke up. It was a fairly amicable break-up though, and we stayed friends to a degree afterwards.

My next boyfriend a couple of months later didn’t last long – he got really mad about some sort of slutty rumour about me that my ex’s new girlfriend had started, and wouldn’t accept my version of the truth, so he got thrown to the curb quick-smart, because I wasn’t dealing with that shit!

But I still had some fairly strong sexual fantasies about my 17th birthday, and thinking of that had certainly been the catalyst for many sessions of self-pleasure in the evenings in the 18 months or so since it happened. And, being a single girl as my two year college stint was drawing to a close, and having the older-man fantasy at the fore-front of my subconscious, I happened upon an older gent at the hotel bar I was now working in – I’d moved up in the world from chamber maid to bar-girl since turning 18 – and decided to give the older guy thing a proper try.

I don’t really have a bad word to say about him – we dated for around three months, and during that time he showered me with gifts and treated me very well. Overall, he was nice enough, and we had some decent sex, but he just didn’t seem to be quite as enthusiastic about it all as I was used to. Maybe it was just because I was very much in the youthful experimentation phase with my previous boyfriends, and he was a little past that stage, having already found what he did and didn’t like, and in more of a routine. I even started doubting my blow-job skills because he never even really seemed to enjoy that aspect of our sex-life. And I’d spent a year giving head to my ex very regularly, polishing and improving my technique with each and every one. We had our own little code language for it so we didn’t have to be too crude – we joked that I was a “qualified oral practitioner” – okay, I never said it was a SECRET code language!! Lol. He did very much enjoy giving oral sex though, and he did increase my liking of that. And he did really enjoy me being dressed nice and sexily, he loved me in sexy lingerie and negligee, and going from dating poor students to a man who’d been working for 20 years meant he had the cash to buy it all for me!! The benefits of the older man! Lol. He even bought me my first couple of pairs of stockings, although at this point in time they were limited to bedroom wearing.

But back to the story – me and my older man, we just didn’t gel right; even when my Dad practically disowned me for dating him, the taboo of dating him, although it possibly prolonged our relationship due to the teenage rebellious instinct within me, just wasn’t enough to hold us together and create any real feelings between us. Well I say that, he was actually besotted with me and told me he loved me – I just didn’t quite feel the same way about him. I thought he was a great guy, and I liked him, but I couldn’t go as far as love. I don’t know what it was – it just wasn’t like what I thought it would or should be. I guess it was because he just didn’t have a dominant bone in his body, and whether I realised it or not, that’s what I really wanted when I went down the older man route. I wanted a take-charge kind of guy, someone who could show me something different, show me a different way of life, and just “take me”.

So we eventually broke up – very amicably with some sex for the road – and I swore off men for my remaining month at home before I’d be off out into the big world, heading to Uni… young, free, and single! And I told myself I’d stick to guys my own age again.

I’d been accepted into two completely different Uni’s, doing two completely different courses. Uni A was about 250 miles from my home-town, and there I got accepted for a Finance Degree. Uni B was a mere 200 miles away and offered a completely different degree course in English Literature. I was still undecided about my life path – I had the sensible choice of the Finance degree, offering a good career utilising my strong numeric and mathematical skills that I’d got from my Dad’s side of the family. Then there was the less sensible choice; follow my love of books and the English language, study different writing styles and authors, and chase my dream of becoming a writer.

Just to clarify on the miles – if you’re reading in somewhere like the USA, 200-250 miles probably seems minimal, an afternoon drive to the next city or something. Here in the UK, it’s half way across the country and then some!! Lol. And forgive the lack of exact locations, trying to hold some key details back to keep some anonymity here!

Anyway – I’ve spoken about being a part-qualified accountant, so it’s pretty obvious which Degree course I chose isn’t it? Yes, that’s right, I went to Uni B for the English Literature course!! And yes, I’m serious, that isn’t a joke. I was 18, I wasn’t practical and thinking about getting a 9-5 job for life, I was going to chase my dream!!

To be honest, if I’d chosen the Finance degree, now with hind sight of actually trying to become an accountant, I’d probably be on loads more money now as I’d probably be fully qualified and flying, but I won’t complain about my chosen path – I loved the degree I did as I absolutely love the written word, and I love the way my life has turned out from taking this path in my life, and the experiences that Degree Course gave me along the way.

September came, and I threw most of my belongings into my older brothers car – he was driving me there as I had no car (or licence) of my own – and we hit the northbound road to my new Uni home, we got there and I moved into my first home away from home – one of the big student accommodation blocks of flats, where I had a pretty tiny room in a pretty tiny flat that I was to share with two strangers. Such a scary moment in my life, I was like a fish out of water. But everybody else is in the same boat, so everyone helps everyone out. And soon Fresher week commences, the cheap alcohol flows, and everyone becomes the best of friends!!

Fresher week was full of many firsts for me; it was my first week at Uni, my first week living away from home, my first week living in a big city, it was even my first time living in a completely different country! England is a different country to Wales, honestly!! Lol. I was really out of my comfort zone, trying to make lasting friendships with complete strangers from different walks of life and from all different parts of the country, it seemed like a million miles away from my home area, where I knew people, and people knew me. And it soon became the scene for my first ever drunken one night stand.

I think there must be more one night stands in the early weeks of Uni than anywhere else at any time, and if everybody feels the way I did at that time, I can certainly understand why. I felt lonely, frustrated, and isolated, and frankly cheap, meaningless sex was not only a release, and not only a way to pass the time, it was a way to numb those feelings for a short time. Plus he was incredibly gorgeous and a pretty damn good fuck! Lol. Even if he snuck off straight afterwards!! Boys!!

Another first for me that week – my first STD. Just a minor one and I got it cleared up in a few weeks, but I just want to take this point to say something, as I know there is a younger audience of the late teens and early twenties that read my blog. PRACTICE SAFE SEX!! Always carry a condom, both boys and girls, it’s better to be safe if you plan on having sex, and it’s horrible to ruin a perfectly good, enjoyable, and natural act by passing on infections!! Didn’t really need to tell that bit for the story, just wanted to get on my soap box for a moment and try and be Little Miss Responsible!! Lol

After that I kind of swore off guys for a bit – I decided I wanted to commit my time to two things, starting on the right foot at Uni, and finding a job in the big city. I did both, starting well at Uni, and getting a job at a big city centre hotel chain doing bar and waitress work at their restaurant, sticking to the work I’d known in the past.

But after all of that, once again I undo all my hard work by getting yet another big school-girl crush on a guy!! My life seems to be full of school-girl crushes, I get one every so often, even to this day, and it’s usually on somebody completely inappropriate. And boy was this one inappropriate – not only was he significantly older than me, he was also married!! And as time would tell, it would prove to be one of the best and worst things that has ever happened to me, combined into one, and I can tell you one thing above all else – I’d just turned 19, and the next year of my life sure wasn’t going to be a boring one!!

To be continued in Chapter Four…