The Gamine Girl

Thanks to Michie for encouraging me to post this piece.

This is not a work of fiction but a factual reminiscence. It describes as accurately and in as much detail as I can the first time I fucked a girl. It was in 1971, my first year at university, towards the middle of the year. I had a girlfriend at the time, but she lived at home and her parents disapproved of our relationship so I never saw her in the evenings, only during the day at University. We had fondled a bit by then, I had caressed her breasts under her shirt and run my fingers over her pussy inside her jeans, but I had never seen her naked and had never been masturbated by her, let alone fucked her. I think now she’d have been willing to go further than we did, but I was rather shy and undemanding, and I didn’t want to push her or make demands on her, which I realize now was probably what she wanted me to do. So I was a complete virgin.

One evening, quite late, I was walking back to my college through the Student Union building and there, in the foyer, were two people at a stall, campaigning for aid to refugees from a war somewhere. They had a board up with posters and table in front of it with petitions to sign and bumper stickers and badges to buy – the usual things for that kind of campaign in those pre-internet days. There was almost no one about at that late hour, so I don’t know why they bothered being there.

The two people at the stall were a guy and a girl who, it soon became clear, were a couple. I don’t recall the guy very clearly. He was bearded, a few years older than me, maybe in his mid 20s. She was younger, closer to my age. She was very slender, with narrow boyish hips and [I later learned] small pert breasts. She had an immense wild mane of black curly hair falling half-way down her back, bright blue eyes, and very pale skin. She wore a great deal of black eyeliner which of course enhanced her eyes, but no other makeup that I could see. She wasn’t pretty exactly, but she had sharp, pointed, delicate features which gave her an appealing urchin/waif look, what the French call ‘gamine’. So I’ll call her the Gamine Girl, because, though I knew her name at the time and remembered it for years after, I find I can’t recall it now.

As I passed their stall she called out to me, asking, I guess, if I would like to support their cause. I wouldn’t have stopped otherwise – such things didn’t interest me in those days – but she’d caught my attention so I stopped and we started chatting. On closer inspection she looked distinctly scruffy. She was dressed in rather grubby jeans that hung loosely on her slender frame, and a loose jumper of some sort, over which she wore an old, stained, grey gabardine overcoat, which looked like a bit of old school uniform.

But as we talked – about what? I can’t recall – I became a little intrigued by her. I suppose, in view of what happened, she was flirting with me, but I was too naïve to realize. Her boyfriend kept his distance. I felt he was keeping a close eye on her and me, but didn’t seem to mind us chatting away.

After maybe half an hour the Union foyer was completely deserted and they decided to pack their stall way. I helped them and then they asked if I’d like to go back to their place with them. I think the guy may have issued the invitation. I agreed. We walked to their place, just a block or two from campus. It was a group Alanya Escort escort house in which I think, but can’t be sure, they were sharing a room. I can’t recall what happened there, except that nothing memorable happened – we just chatted I guess and maybe had coffee and then I left and walked back to my rooms in college. But I do recall thinking as I walked home that there had been a slight frisson of erotic potential in the situation.

Then, a day or two later – maybe even the very next day – I ran into the Gamine Girl again in the Union foyer. It was around mid-morning. She was on her own this time. I got the impression that she was just passing through on her way somewhere, and when she saw me she kind of bounded up to me rather enthusiastically. She had on the same scruffy clothes as she’d worn the first time we’d met. We stood and chatted for a little while in the middle of the foyer. I’m not sure how it arose, or maybe I’d mentioned it when we’d first met, but she learned that I was living in one of the residential colleges. My college was just a few hundred yards from the Union, and as we chatted she asked whether she could have a look at my room. I didn’t read anything into this – I thought she was just curious to see how the accommodation looked. In fact I think that’s what she told me – she said she’d never seen a residential college room.

So I agreed, and we strolled off together to my rooms. I had two rooms – a study I shared with another bloke, and a small separate bedroom of my own across the corridor. I showed her into the study, and we looked around. Then she said ‘Can I see your bedroom?’ Again I read nothing into this request, and without a thought I took her across the corridor and ushered her into the bedroom. Did I close the door? Did she? I can’t recall. But as soon as we were in the bedroom she took me in her arms and kissed me on the lips.

Without thinking I reciprocated, and we kissed energetically. Before very long we fell onto the bed, still kissing. I had no idea what was happening or where this was going, but it seemed the most natural thing in the world to reach down and push my hand under the waistband of her jeans – which were rather loose on her hips – and into her panties and touch her pussy. I ran my fingers through her plentiful pubic hair and fingered her pussy lips. Then I undid her jeans.

She swung round so that her legs were over the side of the bed, and as I pulled off her jeans and panties I knelt in front of her between her open thighs and nuzzled my face into her pussy. I’m not sure why I had the impulse to do that. I didn’t plan to lick her pussy for her pleasure – I’m sure I’d heard of cunnilingus, but I’d never imagined doing it, and in those pre-internet-porn days I’d certainly never seen it being done, and had no idea how it to do it.

I think it was rather that I was fascinated by women and their secrets. I wanted to know all about this very womanly part of them. I wanted to experience a woman’s pussy, to smell it and touch it and see it close up. She had lots of pubic hair and smelled quite strong but I loved the smell and I pushed my face forward and I licked her pussy one or twice. But she was a little uncomfortable with me having my face in her pussy. She said something like ‘I don’t think it its very nice down there…’

And then the door opened and the Alanya Escort bayan maid who cleaned the rooms and made the beds each day started to come into the room. She saw us, and gave a little gasp of surprise. The gamine girl gave a yelp and leapt up from the bed, leaving me on my knees. I have a vivid image of her pale, thin legs and the enticing dark bush of her pubic hair as she sprang up. The maid let out an embarrassed yelp and swiftly withdrew.

We lay down on the bed again. I guess it was at this stage she took my jeans off. We were now both naked from the waist down, but we were still clothed on our top halves. Needless to say I was very erect. She gave my cock a quick kiss and lick. Then I lay on top of her and between her parted legs. She was lying flat on her back with her legs out straight on the bed. I reached up under her jumper and felt her breasts. She said something like ‘They are very small I’m afraid’ and I said something like ‘They are lovely’.

But I didn’t make a move to enter her. I just lay there with my cock resting on her pussy. I had been quite keen to get her pants off, but I wasn’t sure if I was supposed to fuck her, if she was expecting me to fuck her, and I wasn’t absolutely sure I wanted to. Of course I did want to fuck her, or rather I did want to have the experience of fucking someone. But the situation seemed so strange and unreal. I couldn’t believe that something so momentous could happen so easily, with so little volition on my part. And I think I was far from sure that I wanted to lose my virginity this way, in such an inconsequential encounter with someone I had no interest in and was sure I would not see again.

And I had no clear idea of exactly what to do. I knew very little about the anatomy of a woman’s pussy, and wasn’t at all sure how to steer my cock into her vagina. For a few seconds she waited for me to take the initiative and enter her. Then she reached down and grasped my cock and gently drew me into her cunt. She was very moist, and I remember the feeling of my cock sliding easily into this warm, slick, silky passage and it feeling just right and at home there, where it should be. I rocked myself back and forth a little, gently, and almost immediately I came inside her. It wasn’t an especially memorable orgasm, but there was no doubt that I’d had a big ejaculation and that a lot of my semen had gushed into her.

I seem to recall I lay with my cock inside her, rather dazed, and then I started to shiver or quiver slightly – I guess from shock. She then stroked my head, I think, and she said ‘Was that your first time?’ She said this very kindly and gently, and I was rather touched. ‘Yes,’ I replied, rather softly.

I guess we lay there a bit longer, but only a minute or two. At some point she said ‘I shouldn’t be doing this…I have a boyfriend.’ And at another point I think she mentioned my girlfriend – the fact that I had one must have come up in our earlier conversations. Very soon she dressed and left. It was less than an hour since we’d encountered one another in the Union foyer, and maybe not much more than half an hour. I cannot recall our parting words, but I don’t think anything was said about meeting again.

After she left I wondered vaguely whether she was on the pill. Most girls at university were in those days, and so one rather took contraception for Escort alanya granted. I certainly hadn’t thought about it as I’d felt her fingers close around my cock and she’d drawn me into her body. But now it crossed my mind that I had just inseminated a woman and that there was at least a theoretical chance I had made her pregnant. I didn’t dwell on this risk – I was not and am not the worrying kind – but it the idea did nestle in my mind and return once or twice over the next few days.

A little later I got dressed and headed back to the Union, where I had arranged to meet my girlfriend for lunch. So very soon after I’d fucked the Gamine Girl, with my cock still sticky with her pussy juices, and I guess her smell still on me, I was kissing my girlfriend. I was a little dazed and guilty to find myself concealing this momentous event from her, and regretful that I had lost the opportunity to lose my virginity with her. But I said nothing then, and never told her later.

But they did encounter one another, a few days later, in the strangest circumstances. It was in my college rooms. My mother, who very seldom visited me in college, had called in one morning. She was dropping off some clothes for me, or picking something up. We were in my bedroom fetching things when my girlfriend appeared. This was a little awkward. They had met, and my parents knew that she was someone I was interested in, but I had not revealed the nature of our relationship. Now it was pretty obvious from the fact that she was wearing my old school blazer, which was very distinctive and brightly coloured. I was mildly embarrassed as they made small talk to one another, which they did [I cant recall why] standing around in my bedroom. And then, as they chatted, the gamine girl appeared at the bedroom’s open door. They looked at her. She looked at me, and them. Nothing was said. She swiftly turned on her heel and disappeared. It was obvious that she and I had some kind of connection, but neither my mother nor my girlfriend asked me what it was, then or later. It was a very awkward moment. A few minutes later Mum left and my girlfriend and I went on with our day.

I never saw the Gamine Girl again. That was strange, as I was around the campus for another five years, and one tended to bump into people pretty frequently. Maybe she dropped out – or was never enrolled. And with all the excitements of life at that age she slipped from my mind pretty quickly. But looking back now I wonder about her, and why she did what she did. What happened seemed out of character for her. She was not at all the kind of girl who appeared eager for casual sex, and nor was I the kind of boy that girls find irresistible. I was very much just an average-looking undergrad. Perhaps causal sex was not what she was after, but if so what more? And why?

I never did fuck my girlfriend. But not long after my tryst with the gamine girl she masturbated me to a really spectacularly good orgasm one afternoon as I knelt in front of her in a darkened and deserted lecture theatre. We’d been studying in the library nearby and, overcome by the desire to kiss and cuddle, had slipped into the theatre for some precarious privacy. Things went further than they had before, and we found ourselves kneeling between rows of seats with our pants around our knees, my fingers in her pussy, her hands on my cock. As I approached my climax she bent over my cock and opened her mouth wide and took my gushing semen into her mouth and swallowed it all, seemingly with great relish. Oddly enough, that felt to me much more like the loosing of my virginity than fucking the Gamine Girl. But then, I really loved that girlfriend.