It was a Saturday afternoon in late September when my parents drove me to Liverpool and dropped me at the hall of residence where I would live for my first year at University.

I had never left home for more than a week or two on school trips and this was a whole new experience, and I was both excited and more than a little nervous. In the morning, I had said goodbye to my younger brothers and packed my stereo system and several cardboards boxes of clothes, LP records, books, and everything else that I thought that I might need, into my parent's car. It was a Ford Anglia, and it was a tight fit. My father drove, my mother sat next to him, and I sat in the back with several of the boxes and a couple of loudspeakers.

The weather was bad, the drive from Lichfield was slow, and we arrived in Greenbank Road sometime after two in the afternoon. The place was busy with several other cars disgorging students and their belonging onto the pavement in front of the residence. Most, like me, looked a little lost as they signed into Hall, took their keys, paid their deposit, and found their rooms.

Here and there, second- and third-year students loitered, willing to give a helping hand to those who wanted it. A guy called Andy befriended me and showed me to my room and then my father and I humped my belongings up two flights of stairs. My mother took up the rear and fussed about the cleanliness of the room when we arrived. Only after she had checked under the bed and opened the wardrobe and looked inside did she declare herself satisfied.

It took no more than forty-five minutes to gey everything into my room. I still had the boxes to unpack and the hi-fi to set up but that would wait and shortly my parents left to drive home. My mother was embarrassingly emotional. When I told her that it was only a hundred or so miles home I was met with a tearful response.

"My baby boy is leaving home."

My father stood behind her and winked at me.

"Come along. We'd better get moving," he said to her. "I want to get home before dark. You know I don't like driving in it."

After they left, there was a knock on my door, and when I opened it there was a young man standing there. He was tall and thin and had long blond hair that hung to his shoulders. This was Jimmy who would turn out to become a lifelong friend.

"Hello, I'm Jimmy. I moved in this afternoon. A bunch of us are going down the pub later. Would you like to come along?"

So, that evening, after supper, five of us went down to the Brookhouse, a pub I had passed on Smithdown Road earlier in the day, and a week of partying began.

***

On Sunday morning I got up in just enough time to make breakfast, and then three of my newfound mates and I headed into the town and the Pierhead, from where the afternoon Mersey ferry trip was due to leave.

The boat left sometime after two. It was a grey overcast afternoon when, standing at the rail and clutching plastic pint pots of lager, we watched the boat pull away from its mooring. It was a windy day, the water was choppy, and I remember Jimmy swearing as the boat lurched and he lost some of his pint into the water. It smelt strongly of raw sewage close to the dock, but thankfully it improved as we moved into the mid-channel and headed north, upriver. For the first time, I heard somebody speak about the polluted water.

"For fuck's sake don't fall in, You'll dissolve before you drown."

Whilst the odour had improved, the sea was increasingly rough and only improved when the captain turned south again and we moved closer to the Birkenhead side of the river. From there, we had a view of the Liverpool waterfront and the Three Graces, the Liver Building, the Cunard Building, and the Port Authority Building. That is when it started to rain and we moved inside.

The main saloon was comfortably busy. At one end, a small jazz band was playing New Orleans jazz, and a few people were already starting to dance. Most of us stood, drank beer, listened to the music, and chatted. I remember that the boys and girls formed two separate groups. As yet, there had been little time for socialising between sexes to begin but, here and there, a few brave souls were already trying to chat up some of the prettier girls.

In the corner of the room, there was a group of five girls. One of them immediately caught my eye. She was of medium height, very pretty, and dressed in jeans and a sweater it was clear she had a good body, As I looked at her, she looked straight back in my direction and smiled.

One of our number had also seen her smile. His name was Alan and he was a short Scottish boy. What he lacked in inches, he made up for in confidence and he had already made his interest in the opposite sex very clear.

"She's looking at me," he murmured, and he crossed the room and spoke to her.

I watched them talk briefly before, Just moments later, her he returned.

"She's no interested. She's no the warmest person," he said. "Why don't you have a go? She must have been smiling at somebody."

I said nothing. I wasn't about to admit it but although I was attracted to her I didn't have the first clue how to go about it. I had gone to an all-boys school, had two brothers and no sister, and had never had a girlfriend. I was nineteen years old and had only kissed a girl once and in truth it hardly counted. It was a drunken kiss from a girl at a party and, for days afterwards, I worried that she might tell everybody that I was a lousy kisser. I was a clueless, cowardly virgin and didn't have the first idea how to talk to a girl, let alone how to chat her up. To make matters worse, I couldn't believe these beautiful delicate creatures had the same base desires that I had and might want to bed me as badly as I wanted to bed them - whatever that involved of course. I only had the vaguest outline of this in my head. Back then, there was no sex education and no internet. I was in desperate need of the former.

And so, not only did I say nothing, but I also did nothing and continued to drink warm beer out of a plastic cup as the boat lurched drunkenly, and we slowly got the same way.

***

On Monday morning, I woke with a hangover. I drank a pint of water, swallowed two paracetamol, took a shower, and had a cup of sweet black coffee for breakfast. After that, it was a short walk and a bus journey to the campus and my departmental building for registration. A short queue had already formed, and I waited patiently for my turn. After my acceptance letter and A level grades were checked and I filled in several forms, I was provided with a timetable and the name of my tutor. There was still work to do; visits to the students' union for a card, and then to the Harold Cohen Library for a library card, but first I needed another coffee.

The coffee bar was down a flight of stairs from the main entrance. It was not crowded, lectures had not yet started, and no more than half a dozen people were sitting at the tables dotted around the small low-ceilinged space. I bought myself a coffee and a cheese sandwich from the vending machine and turned to find a table then did a double take. There, no more than a few feet away, was the young lady from the ferry. She was sitting with another girl and as I looked across at her she noticed me.

I felt myself start to blush.

"Hi," I stammered, and walked off and found myself a seat on the other side of the room where I sat with my back to her. There, I silently berated myself for my timidity and wondered what she must think of me. I needn't have worried. Just moments later, a figure stood at my side and then moved in front of me.

"Hello," she said. "I'm guessing that you are a fresher too?"

"Yes. Didn't I see you on the ferry?"

She smiled.

"You remember me, then? Why don't you sit with us since we're going to be in the same class?"

No sooner had we sat, than Catherine (that was her name) introduced herself and her friend.

"I'm Cathy, and this is Judith."

"I'm Tom."

"Have you registered yet?" asked Judith.

"Just, but I've still got to go to the union and the library."

"So have we," said Cathy. "Judith needs a photo for her library card but the queue at the machine was awful. We are heading back over there in a little while."

Whilst she had been talking, I had been watching Cathy. Up close, she was even prettier than I remembered. She had medium-length, shaggy, brown hair and big brown eyes with long lashes. Her cheekbones were high and her gently curving lips had only a trace of lipstick. I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and I started to blush again. Cathy must have noticed something.

"Are you alright?"

"I haven't been at my best this morning. I think I drank too much yesterday."

"There were a few people on the boat trip that might apply to, including your rude friend."

"He's not a friend. I only met him on Saturday. He's living on my corridor in hall."

"Well, he has a very strange way with young ladies. Don't ask me what he said. My reply wasn't very ladylike, but I shan't be talking to him again."

A little while later, we went our separate ways; I to the library and the girls to get a photo of Judith. As we parted, Cathy invited me to lunch.

"When we've finished we'll be in the union canteen around one o'clock, if you're interested."

***

Over lunch, Cathy did most of the talking. I discovered that she would be twenty in a month and had spent a year traveling before coming to university, She had travelled around Europe with a girlfriend and was widely travelled, her father being a diplomat. At present he was a vice-consul in Rome. Like myself, she went to a public school, although it being all-girl did not appear to have made her shy around boys. On the contrary, she was self-assured and oozed confidence.

Neither Judith nor I said a great deal although I was able to tell Cathy a little about myself and, to my surprise, she seemed interested.

Halfway through lunch, we were joined by three more students, one of whom, Pat, I had met while I was registering early in the day. I did not know the students who accompanied him, but they had far more interest in talking to Cathy than me and I found myself frozen out of the conversation. After a half an hour or so, I decided to go to the bookstore to look for the recommended course books.

Suddenly, I heard Pat speak.

"Does anybody know what is so interesting about what we are doing. That serving lady has been watching us for the last five minutes. Does anybody know her?"

"You must be imagining it," said one of his mates, "Which one?"

"The good looking blond."

I looked over. There was a serving lady with blond hair wearing a white dress with her back to me. As I watched, she walked away with her hips swaying.

"Naaahhh."

Just feet away, Cathy sat talking to Pat and his friends, all vying for her attention. Suddenly, I felt angry and jealous but was unsure what to do about it and rose to my feet.

"I'm going to the bookshop. I'll see you tomorrow at the fair I'm sure."

To my surprise, Cathy stood.

"I'll come with you. How about you Judith?"

"I'll stay here a while longer and see you back at Hall later, " replied Judith, and if I hadn't been so shy I could have kissed her.

***

Alone with Cathy I became tongue tied again but Cathy spoke first and saved me.

"Why are boys such idiots... present company excepted of course. I've only been here a few days, and I've had to lie twice already."

I was puzzled.

"Lie?"

"Say I have a boyfriend, when I don't."

"You can't blame them for trying."

"Sometimes it becomes tiresome."

My reply was totally uncharacteristic of me. I blurted out what I was thinking and once the words were out, I couldn't take them back.

"Well, you are very pretty and a nice person."

Cathy pretended not to notice and just kept walking...., but she seemed pleased. A little later, weighed down by several heavy tomes, we left the bookshop.

"I'll help you carry these back to Carnatic if you like," I said, referencing the site where her hall of residence was situated." I can walk back to my hall from there."

"Are you sure? That's very kind."

"It's no bother."

***

I was eating my supper when Andy sat down next to me. As usual, the topic was his favourite one - girls.

"You're a dark horse," he said." I spotted you with the girl from the ferry."

"So what? She's in my class.

"It seemed chummier than that."

"Well, she certainly doesn't like you. Said you were rude. Didn't say what she said to you but said it wasn't ladylike."

"Well, she's no lady, probably fucks like a bunny. You'll be fine with her."

I was becoming exasperated and annoyed with him but tried not to show it. I did not like to think of Cathy in such a way.

"And just exactly how do you know that?" I asked sarcastically.

He didn't seem to notice my irritation.

"I asked her and she answered."

"What!"

"On the ferry, I asked her if she fucked, I can tell you exactly what she said to me. 'Yes, I'm told I'm very good, but I promise you you'll never know'".

"What the fuck, Alan. What were you thinking."

"I was half drunk. I wasn't thinking."

***

Tuesday morning, I had arranged to meet Cathy and Judith to go to the societies fair which was being held in the main hall in the Union Building. To my surprise, only Cathy appeared.

"Judith has a migraine and will be along later," she explained, and for a whole hour before our classmates appeared, I had her to myself.

We sat and drank coffee, and I finally started to feel more comfortable around her. I still found it difficult to believe this beautiful, delicate creature appeared to like me. in hindsight, I shouldn't have been surprised. I am six foot two inches tall, trim, and fit with light brown hair and blue eyes and have since discovered that women like me. Nonetheless, I was surprised, and that is what this story is about.

I learnt that, like me, she played hockey and planned to join the university club. At the time British students were far more politically active than nowadays but neither of us planned to join one of the many political groups enlisting members at the fair.

"Have you bought your ticket for the Freshers' Ball," I asked.

"No, I'm not much for that kind of thing. Don't like discos or night clubs very much either, I'm afraid. Cinema and classical music are more my thing."

I was disappointed and a little relieved. I had a teenage fantasy of holding Cathy in my arms and kissing her and had thought that the ball might have provided an opportunity. Now that door had been closed, and the straightforward course of asking her to go the cinema with me was too frightening to contemplate. I was far too unsure of myself to do that. Also lurking at the back of my mind was the knowledge of what Andy had told me. Cathy was no virgin, but I was, and the thought of going to bed with her was as frightening as it was arousing. I didn't know what to do, so I did what many losers do, I did nothing.

***

The following day was a Wednesday and in the afternoon I attended the trials for the university hockey teams. I was unsurprised to be told that I was first team material and was in a good mood when I showered, changed, and started to walk back to hall. It was late afternoon and I decided to walk back to Greenbank Road via the Carnatic site and drop in on Cathy, I was not sure she would be there, but it was no further to walk. As it turned out, it was a fateful decision which affected my actions over the following days.

As I approached the complex of residences, I saw a familiar figure walking out of the door of the building where Cathy lived, and I recognised her at once. A tall, blond, older man accompanied her, and they obviously knew each other well and were deep in conversation. I stood behind a tree and watched and waited to see what would happen. They crossed the carpark to where a red Ford Cortina was parked and then they embraced and she kissed him on the cheek before he got into the car and drove away leaving her to wave goodbye.

I stood and stared as Cathy walked slowly back into the building and then I turned and walked away. I felt such a fool. I had dared to think that Cathy liked me and had been misread all the signs. She already had a boyfriend. He looked to be several years older than me and the kind of mature guy she would like. I had been stupid to think she would ever look at me.

As I walked slowly home, disappointed, and lovesick, I understood how little I knew about women and how much I needed to learn. To begin with, for my own good, I resolved to stay well clear of Cathy.

***

On Thursday evening, a group of us took the bus into town. It was the night of the Freshers' Ball, and I was confident of not seeing Cathy. The union building was buzzing, and the Sphynx Bar was crowded. Eventually, Andy bought the first round of drinks and then just before eight o'clock we headed into the main hall where a heaving mass of folk were dancing to seventies disco music and waiting for the live act to start. They were the Boomtown Rats, and they were just becoming a very big group. When they appeared, the excitement seemed to grow, with some people gyrating on the dance floor whilst others stood around, listened, and watched.

About a half a dozen songs into The Boomtown Rats second set, I became aware of a strikingly attractive blond standing next to me. She was so close that I could smell her spicey perfume and I imagined I could feel the heat coming off her body. I was wondering what she was doing there when she half turned, raised her head, and whispered in my ear. Her voice was soft and she spoke with a gentle Scouse accent.

"Hello Tom."

Instinctively, I turned towards her. Looking up at me, was a beautiful, blond, young lady made up with shimmering blue eye shadow, long mascara-heavy lashes, and full, glossy lips.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?"

"Not yet, but I know who you are. I've seen you sitting in the union with your mates and your pretty girlfriend. One of them has a very loud voice. I heard him call you Tom."

"She's not my girlfriend."

"Well, she'd like to be."

She held out her hand and I took it. Her hand was soft and feminine. Long slender fingers with bright red. painted nails gripped mine and held me firmly.

"Well, no matter. I'm Suzie. Would you like to buy a girl a drink, and she turned and walked back towards the bar."

I didn't consider staying. She was a beautiful woman and I was intrigued. I was also a little anxious as I followed her out of the hall and my heart was beating fast. As she walked in front of me, clad in a cobalt blue one-shoulder strapped mini-dress and red leather platform shoes, I got to admire her figure. She was about five foot, eight inches tall with long, shapely, bare legs and her skirt clung tightly to her round, beautiful bum. When we reached the bar, she turned and smiled.

"I'll wait for you here. I'd like a Cherry B."

I nearly didn't hear her, when for the first time, in the light, I saw the outline of her boobs under her dress and her deeply sun-tanned body.

I left her standing by the wall and headed for the bar. It was very crowded and it took me ten minutes to be served. When I returned, Suzie was talking to a male student who had his back to me. She took the drink from my hand.

"This is my boyfriend, Tom," she said to her admirer, and he turned, took one look at me, and beat a hasty retreat.

"Thank you," she said. "He was boring me. His chat lines were so unoriginal. Men will say almost anything to try to get a girl into bed."

"What do you want?" Suzie, I asked.

She smiled again before she spoke.

"That's an original line and it's worked."

She leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips.

"I want to sleep with you."

I looked at her in complete astonishment and felt myself start to blush. For several seconds, I remained speechless. Suzie said nothing but waited for me to respond.

"What? I said, eventually..... Why me?"

"Because I'm horny, you are very good looking, and you are available."

She put her lips to my ear.

"You're a virgin aren't you?"

My embarrassment must have been obvious.

"Yes."

"How old are you?"

"Nineteen."

"I was eighteen when I lost my cherry. and now I'm twenty- two. There's a first time for us all.... Now, do you want to come home with me."

I hesitated only for a moment. Lust trumped fear.

"Yes."

***

We finished our drinks and retrieved our coats from the cloakroom. As we were crossing the entrance hall to leave the building, Suzie took my hand. Just then, Alan and Jimmy appeared from around the corner. I saw Alan, then Jimmy notice us and, just for a moment, I saw the surprise and envy on their faces before we turned and headed for the door.

We walked down Brownlow Hill and caught a cab on Lime Street.

"Where to?" asked the cabbie, and Suzie gave an address in Anfield.

We sat back in the cab and Suzie snuggled up against me. Even through our autumn coats I could feel her firm body and inside my pants my cock was stiff. I felt her hand on my thigh and her fingertips brushed fleetingly against my hardness before she lifted them away.

"Perfect," she whispered. "Now I've got you in the cab there's one more thing. I live with my mother. She's divorced and she's expecting us. She asked me to fetch you. She's an admirer of yours."

She sat back, and as I looked at her in shock she continued to speak softly.

"She's a very young looking thirty-nine-year-old and very horny and pretty, You'll like her."

It never occurred to me to stop the cab and get out. If I thought at all, it was, "in for a penny in for a pound," and as the dark outline of Anfield Stadium filled the sky, it was my hard erect nob that was doing the thinking.

***

Shortly, we stopped at a nondescript, terraced house on a side street. The curtains at the front of the house were drawn but behind them a light was shining. I paid the driver and followed Suzie to the door, and she turned the key in the lock and ushered me inside.

I was in a narrow corridor with a staircase leading off to the left, a closed door at the end, and an open door on the right. It was cozy and warm with a thick cream carpet. Suzie kicked off her shoes, and I followed her lead before we shed our coats. Then, wordlessly, she turned to me, reached up, and kissed me firmly on my mouth and I, in return, put my arms around her, drew her to me, and kissed her back.

When, eventually, we came up for air, Suzie stepped back and led me into the lounge, sitting in a leather armchair by the window was a woman. She was tall, blond, and very attractive.

"Mum meet Tom. Tom this is Maureen."

"I'm very pleased to meet you, Tom," she said to me. And then to Suzie," You found him for me. How very clever of you. ...... Now why don't you shower and change and whilst you're gone I'll make Tom a coffee and we'll have a chat."

She turned back to me.

"How do you take your coffee, Tom?"

"Black with two sugars."

"Coming right up. Do you need a cup Suzie, dear. "

"No thanks, Mam. I only had one drink. I'm good. "

Suzie disappeared upstairs and her mother to the kitchen. Soon she returned with a mug of steaming hot coffee. I had to agree with Suzie; she was a good-looking woman and in blue jeans and a tight sweater her curvy body was perfectly on show.

Haven't I seen you somewhere before, I asked.

I work in the student union canteen. I like young people and working around them is one of the things that keeps me young. There are other things too she said smiling. I like fucking good-looking virgins.

I gulped. I could hardly speak.

"Suzie told me you are divorced."

"Yes. Just she and I live here. We're more like sisters than mother and daughter. We share a lot of things with one another."

"Like me?"

"Just like you."

She changed the subject.

"The girl I've seen you sitting with, Cathy, is a pretty girl."

"She has a boyfriend.

"Well, she likes you. Anybody can see she fancies you rotten and is well up for it. If you like her, go for it. When it comes down to it, women are no different than men, Tom. We all want and need sex. "

She might have said more but just then the lounge door opened and Suzie appeared. The dress was gone, Now she wore nothing but a man's white shirt that fell to halfway down her thighs and she looked as sexy as hell.

"Your turn Tom, The bathrooms on the left at the top of the stairs. Take a shower. You can use the large red towel. When you've finished my bedroom is next to it. Get into bed and I'll be along."

***

I lay naked, clean, and very scared in bed under the duvet. My erection had vanished and I was starting to wonder whether it was all one big mistake, .... until Suzie appeared. She was still wearing only a shirt when she stood at the end of the bed with her legs spread slightly apart, looked me straight in the eye, slowly unbuttoned her shirt, slipped it over her shoulders, and let it fall to the floor. For the first time in my life, I saw a naked woman in the flesh, and she was beautiful.

Her body, tight and hard, was a golden bronze. Only her boobs and a small triangle of flesh between her legs remained a milky white - evidence of where a bikini had been. Her breasts were perfectly round and firm, the size of half melons, her waist was narrow, and her hips wide. Between her strong, muscular thighs her bush was thick and untrimmed. Then as I watched, she pirouetted and showed me her big, round bum.

"Do you like anything you see?" she asked.

"All of you. You're beautiful."

"You're only saying that because you want to fuck me."

She smiled.

"You do want to fuck me don't you?"

"Oh, yes," I croaked.

"You'll get to fuck us both. You can come in both of us, We're safe."

She walked around to the edge of the bed where I lay, pulled back the duvet, and threw it on the floor. I saw her looking down at me and her eyes widened. My prick was now standing to attention, and she seemed impressed by what she saw, She climbed onto the bed, knelt facing me with my thigh between her legs and leant forward and kissed me. Then she knelt upright and grasped my cock between her fingers, and I felt a shock of excitement pass through my body.

Very slowly and very deliberately she started to pull my foreskin up and down whilst she began to rock backwards and forwards, grinding her sex against my thigh. I'd never experienced anything remotely like it. My prick was like a ramrod as I watched her long, nimble, and beautifully manicured fingers skilfully working on me, and saw her own pleasure and excitement grow.

Very soon my cock was straining in her hand, and my thigh was moist and slick with her secretions. For a moment, she stopped moving; leaned forward and dribbled a long stream of spit onto my cock before she continued to jerk and rock.

Behind her, the door opened and Maureen appeared. She was naked and she too was beautiful; slightly shorter, just a little plumper than her daughter with big pendulous boobs and thick thighs. She approached the bed, stood beside it, reached down, and with two fingers began to gently rub her sex.

Nobody spoke. There was only Maureen's gentle breathing, the creaking of the bed, my sighs, and Suzie's increasingly strident moans. As she humped my leg, her arousal grew, and her movement quickened. She had maintained a slow, steady rhythm with her hand but now she let go and broke the silence,

"He's ready for you Mam. He's good and hard. I've never seen a cock so big.......but first I want to come. ...I need to come...."

Frenziedly she drove herself against my thigh, now wet with her love juice. She ground and writhed, desperate for release, back and forth, eyes wide and pleading, until finally, she began to shake then stiffen, I saw her throw her head back, her mouth open wide, and she gave a long soft sigh of release.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! !!!!"

Then, with her immediate need met, she rolled away and crossed to an old leather armchair set against the wall.

Maureen took her place. Where Suzie was tanned, she was milky white, and where Suzie was hard bodied, Maureen was pleasingly soft. Maureen was also very horny. She knelt beside me and smiled.

"My turn. You don't need to do a thing. Just like lie there and let me do the work."

She squatted over me, reached down, took my cock in her hand, and guided the tip between her lips, and maintaining eye contact, lowered herself slowly onto me. Such was her arousal, that I slid inside her slippery cunt with ease, and once I was inside she paused.

"I'm going to fuck your brains out!"

She placed the palms of her hands on my chest and began to ride, bobbing up and down on me. She started gradually, building up to a steady tempo, and then maintained it, her large white tits swaying from side to side as she bounced and my cock slid in and out. To add to my excitement, she started to talk.

"Fuck. Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck!"

Meanwhile, behind her, only feet away, with her legs spread and raised and with her knees bent, Suzie was unashamedly masturbating. She held a black dildo in her right hand and was moving it in and out of herself whilst she rubbed herself with the fingers of her left hand. Her face was flushed and held a mixture of pleasure and concentration as she watched her mother and cried out encouragement.

"Fuck him good, Mammy! Fuck him good!"

Above me, Maureen changed position. knelt astride me, and without breaking rhythm continued to ride. Then she leant forward presenting her giant swinging tits to me.

"Kiss my nipples," she moaned.

One of her tits was already brushing my face and I found the nipple, long and brown, and swirled my tongue around it before I took it between my lips and started to suck. I heard her moan and she began to move faster. My own pleasure had been growing fast, and now, I too began to move, driving myself into her as she lowered herself against me and sucking each nipple in turn. There was nothing in my world but Maureen's body, my penis, and my lust....rolling on and on ..... until I heard her start to talk again.

"I'm close. I'm close, I'm going to come."

She sat up straight and now her movement changed; with my cock deep inside she ground herself rapidly backwards and forwards against me. Finally, I felt her thighs stiffen around me and her cunt and lower body seemed to tighten as she silently enjoyed a long eye-rolling climax.

Beyond her, on the armchair, Suzie was noisier as she came.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh Fuccccccccckkkkkk!!!"

Maureen wasn't finished but rolled away from me and lay on her back with her legs spread invitingly. Moments later, I lay between her thighs and slid my prick back inside of her and fucked her. At that moment, all my inhibitions and self-doubt left me, and we rutted like animals. There was nothing but she and I, her cunt and my dick, and I banged her mindlessly. The bed shook and banged against the wall, my balls slapped, her cunt slurped, I grunted, and Maureen screamed.

"Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me!

Hard! Hard! Hard!

OH FUCK! OH FUCK! OHHHHH FFFFFUCKKK!!!"

She writhed and bucked, her thighs tightened around me, and as she continued to wail I kept driving myself in and out. Moments later, I felt my penis begin to swell and then I came; long and hard, pumping my seed high inside of her.

***

Side by side, the three of us lay on the bed. I needed just a little time to recover.

"That was good, so very good," said Maureen. "But I've been very selfish. I've not given Suzie a turn."

"In, ten minutes I'll be good to go again," I said.

Next to me, Suzie was busy once more; her hand was back between her legs. Maureen leaned over and took my hand and placed it over Suzie's.

"Why don't you help her. I'll show you how it's done. Place you fingers there, like that, and rub gently. That's her clitoris, Just like your dick, it's very sensitive."

Cautiously, I began to rub.

"Small circles," said Maureen. "Gently."

"Like that?" I asked.

I got my answer when Suzie spoke.

"That's nice. That's so nice. Just keep doing what you're doing and don't stop."

I was ready sooner than I had predicted. As my confidence grew, and as Suzie made soft sounds of approval and enjoyment, I felt Maureen's fingers gently close around the shaft of my prick. She started to tug and immediately it began to return to life.

"We'll have him nice and hard in no time, Suzie," she remarked, and then she lowered her head and took me in her mouth and began to fellate me.

The effect was immediate and within seconds my prick was rock hard. I watched her in astonishment. I couldn't believe what was happening to me, and there was more to come. Maureen had no intention in finishing me off, and after only a short while declared herself content,

"He's ready, Suzie."

So was Suzie, and she rose and knelt on all fours presenting her big round deeply suntanned bum cheeks to me. Between her thighs, her swollen labia framed her glistening slit. On my knees, I placed my nob end between her lips and a hand on each haunch, and then I edged inside, her cunt muscles gripping me tightly as I penetrated her.

Briefly, balls-deep, I waited, and then I fucked her. That is when my love of doggystyle was born. Her buttocks wobbled as I drove myself into her and her cunt lips puckered as my prick moved in and out. As our mutual pleasure grew, she reached between her legs, found her clitoris, and began to frig herself. Just feet away her mum was kneeling. looking on and fingering herself.

Suzie was a noisy screw. "I'm so full You fill me up, and fuck my cunt" were just some of the things she screamed as we copulated. She came three times, each orgasm as powerful as the one preceding it. She screamed and swore each time, as I felt her cunt muscles tighten around me, and watched her perineum pulse.

Eventually she could take no more and collapsed forward onto the bed. It was left to Maureen to kneel astride me as I lay flat on my back and to slowly and very skilfully wank me off.

"Now we sleep." she said. "And in the morning I'm going to teach you how to lick a woman out and give you a blow job. You're a treasure, Tom. Good looking with a big dick and staying power. Lucky Cathy. "

"She's taken." I told you.

"Well, you can always come up and see me sometime . Can't you?"

***

I eventually got back to hall by lunch time Friday morning. Maureen had been good to her word, and I had spent the morning being taught the art of cunnilingus by two very willing women, and in return had received a blow job from Maureen whilst Suzie sat on my face. In my wallet, I had a slip of paper with a phone number, and I had a verbal invitation to return anytime. I was very unsure whether I would take Maureen up on the offer.

It appeared I was not the first fresher to have been picked up by Suzie and taken home to her mother. This was something they had done at least three times before. Maureen had a thing about young men and scouted them in the union, showed them to Suzie, and she then brought them home. I was, however, the first to be offered a repeat performance by Maureen, and I supposed I should be flattered. Suzie, predictably, had a boyfriend who was in the Navy and often away from home. I thought I would leave Maureen alone and find someone my own age.

Predictably, Alan wanted to know the gory details of what had happened, but I simply said I had stayed the night and left it at that, My stock rose significantly.

Just as predictably, since the evening before, my disappointment at finding out that Cathy had a boyfriend had been tempered by the time spent losing my virginity. Now my thoughts returned to her, and I wondered how I could have been so naïve. I tried to comfort myself with the thought that "there are plenty of other fish in the sea," except it didn't work.

That evening, I went out to the pub and had a few drinks too many. By eleven that evening, I was asleep. I was woken at midday on Saturday by a banging on my door.

"Who is it?" I shouted.

"It's Judith. I need to speak to you."

"Hold on a minute."

I quickly pulled on my jeans and the tee shirt I had been wearing the night before and opened the door.

"Come in."

"Wow Tom, you look a mess."

"Thanks Judith. I had a few too many last night."

I looked at her suspiciously.

"What brings you here? How did you find me?"

"I asked around."

"Why?"

"Why don't I make us both a coffee and we can talk?"

Five minutes later, I perched on the edge of my bed, and she sat facing me on my plastic study chair.

"It's about Cathy. She doesn't know I'm here."

I was intrigued,

"OK."

"Promise me that you'll never tell her I've come to talk to you."

Now I WAS intrigued.

"OK. I promise."

"Tom, she's my oldest friend. I've known her half my life and she's like a sister to me. She likes you Tom - really likes you - and she thought you liked her too. I certainly did, Three days ago you lost all interest. What happened? We haven't seen hide or hair of you. You simply disappeared without saying anything."

"I saw her with her boyfriend."

"She doesn't have a boyfriend."

"I saw her kissing a guy on Wednesday afternoon in the Carnatic car park. He was driving a red Ford."

"You idiot! That was her elder brother! He was visiting."

I looked at her in shock.

"Fuck!"

"You do like her don't you?" she asked.

"Oh, yes."

"What are you doing tonight?"

"I hadn't planned."

"We'll be at the Carnatic Hall disco. You should come."

"She doesn't like discos. She told me."

"She'll be there. I'll make sure of it, and you'll get your chance to make it right."

***

After Judith left, I showered and changed, The hall was a hive of activity as many second- and third-year students returned in time for the start of the university year, the following Monday morning.

At lunchtime, the hall canteen was crowded and there were many faces I hadn't seen before. After lunch, I needed to clear my head, and I joined an impromptu game of football on the grass behind the hall. Later, I returned to my room and attempted to start to read one of the course textbooks that remained unopened on my desk, but my heart wasn't in it and my attention kept wandering. Predictably, I thought about Cathy and what a mess I'd made of things.

I already knew that I would be at the disco that evening, but I suddenly decided that I didn't want to wait to see Cathy, so I pulled on my coat and started to walk to her hall of residence. It was a wasted journey because when I knocked on her door there was no reply. Her neighbour must have heard my banging on the door because she stuck her head out into the corridor.

"Have you seen Cathy?" I enquired

"She's gone to Penny Lane to get her hair done. Who shall I say called?"

"No need. I'll see her later."

***

We arrived at the disco around half past eight and it was already crowded and noisy. The room was littered with piles of handbags on the dance floor with groups of women dancing around them. I looked for Cathy, but she was nowhere to be seen so I headed for the bar and bought a round of drinks. By nine o'clock there was still no sign of her, and I began to think she would not appear.

Then, suddenly there she was. She appeared at the entrance of the room with a group of other girls, and they walked onto the floor formed a ring and began to dance. I watched and waited. In a long red silk dress and her hair in ringlets, she moved sinuously to the music and looked beautiful. Next to her in the group was Judith, who caught my eye and nodded almost imperceptibly.

I took a deep breath and followed them onto the floor. Standing on the edge of the group where Cathy could see me, I looked her in the eye and silently asked her for a dance. She smiled and then moved to make apace for me to join them. I remember that Rasputin was playing and we danced awkwardly with one another until the music stopped and there was a brief window of opportunity to converse.

"Where have you been?" she asked. "I've missed you."

"I decided to give you some space."

"Why on earth would you decide to do that?"

"I saw you kiss a guy on Wednesday when I came to see you after the trials. I like you, Cathy, and I was jealous. I wasn't spying on you. It was just chance you walked out to the carpark when you did."

"That was my brother," she said gently. " I told you. I don't have a boyfriend........ yet."

"You look beautiful," I said.

"Then, you'd better act fast," she replied.

I didn't think, If I had thought, I would never have done it. I leant forward and kissed her gently on the lips and pulled way. She didn't resist but smiled, so I put my arms around her, drew her close, and kissed her again.... and she kissed me back; long, hard, deep, and enthusiastically. That kiss was every bit as magical as imagined it would be. It was the first time I kissed a woman I cared for and the first time she felt the same about me.

We left the disco hand in hand and headed for Cathy's room. Her room was warm and quiet, an oasis of calm. On her neatly made bed, a large teddy bear sat on the pillow, and the air smelt of Jasmine. In the distance, the incessant beat of the disco music could just be heard through the closed window.

"I prefer Sibelius," she said, and she placed an LP on her turntable and lowered the stylus. "I wasn't going to come. Discos are noisy cattle market... bring and buy knocking shops."

"Why did you come then?"

"Judith persuaded me. I wonder how she guessed you'd be here."

"You'd have to ask her."

***

We did not make love that night. Cathy was not ready. We kissed and cuddled and talked long into the night and then she fell asleep in my arms.

On Monday morning lectures started. The Introductory lecture was at nine o'clock and then Cathy disappeared. She didn't reappear until an hour before lunch when she found me in the coffee bar.

I looked up enquiringly and she sat down next to me. Then she whispered conspiratorially into my ear.

"I've been to the doctor."

I looked at her.

"I didn't you were unwell. Are you OK?"

"Shush," she whispered. "She's started me on the pill."

***

The following Saturday evening, we took the bus down into town and had a drink at the Philharmonic Pub on Hope Street where the building is Grade I listed and the men's toilets are so ornate that women often visit them. Then, we ate lamb kebabs at nearby Zorbas and returned to the Philharmonic Hall for a concert. I knew next to nothing about classical music, and it was the first time I had heard Mendelsshon's Violin Concerto or Tchaikovsky's Fifth Symphony. Cathy sat with a look of bliss on her beautiful face as I tried to make sense of the music.

It occurred to me that I had come to university to be educated, and within two weeks of arriving, I had already learned so much. None of it had anything to do with my degree.

When we left the concert, Cathy was effusive.

"That was beautiful. Men's toilets, Greek food, and Mendelssohn. Now take me home. Let's take a taxi. I can't wait."

***

Back in her room, behind a locked door, we stood and kissed. Then she turned her back to me.

"Unzip my dress, Tom. I'm an impoverished student. It might be sexy to rip it off but I'd rather you didn't."

I did as she asked, pulled the zip down to her waist, and unclipped the neck exposing the long deep furrow of her back. I kissed her neck, and she shivered before she turned and stepped out of her dress. Now, clad in black stockings, bra , and panties she stood in front of me. She had a soft, curvy, feminine body with broad hips, firm thighs, and just a little flab around her belly.

"You next." she said.

So, I sat on the bed, took off my shoes and socks, unbuckled my trousers, and stepped out of them before removing my shirt. Now, I too, stood only in my underpants.

Cathy looked me up and down.

"I'm shy."

I switched the bedside lamp on.

"Switch off the light and get into bed."

She did as I suggested and got into the bed and pulled the duvet up to her neck.

"Don't look," I said, and I stepped out of my pants.

My cock swung free and stood to attention, and I saw Cathy watching me. I thought I saw a look of apprehension cross her face before she smiled.

"You're beautiful," she said.

"So are you."

"And very big."

I squeezed into the bed beside her and we kissed.

"Remove your bra," I whispered. " I don't want to fumble with it."

Moments later, her hand appeared from out of the duvet and threw the brassiere onto the floor. Under the cover, I put my lips to her boobs and kissed each one in turn. They were firm and round with long nipples which stiffened with my touch. Then, as her arousal grew, I reached down beneath the hem of her panties, found her slit, and then her clitoris and began to rub.

I heard Cathy sigh and I lifted my face from her boobs and watched her.

"Now the panties," I said and she disappeared beneath the duvet and came up with the offending clothing which followed the bra to the floor.

Naked, apart from her stockings, she lay on her back with her sex open to my touch, and as I reached down again, I felt her fingers closing around my prick. She was very tentative and unsure of herself.

"Am I holding you right," she asked.

I showed her how to hold the foreskin and jerk slowly.

"That's perfect,"" I whispered. How am I doing, and my fingers made small circles on her clitoris."

Beneath my fingertips her bud was stiff and slippery with her love juice.

"Ohhhhhhhh that's heaven. Please don't stop."

Very soon, the movement of her hand grew more confident. My prick was straining in her hand as she pulled the foreskin up and down, and she sighed in pleasure as I continued to rub.

"I want to see you when I put it in you. Are you still feeling shy."

She looked back at me, and I saw only euphoria and need, so I pulled off the duvet and threw it to the floor. For the first time I saw her naked; Milk-white with perfect, rounded boobs, curvy, and between her stockinged-thighs a fleshy mons with sparse, brown, curly hair.

"You're gorgeous."

"Please be gentle. I'm a virgin."

"I promise."

Then, she spread her legs, and I lay between them looking down at her, and smiled.

"Are you ready?"

"Oh, yes."

I lowered myself gently against her. As I slid inside her, her vagina gripped me tightly and there was a little resistance, but then I was past it and all the way inside. I watched her closely as I impaled her, but apart from one flicker of her eyelids, she showed no signs of discomfort. Now she spoke.

"I feel so full."

I said nothing, but began to slowly and gently thrust, watching her closely as I moved, I was cautious and unhurried. Only then did I enquire.

"How's this?"

"Wonderful..... Go faster...... Please go faster."

That was when I picked up the pace, my balls slapping rhythmically and the bed creaking. Supported on my elbows, I watched Cathy; wide eyed, open mouthed, staring up at me as I drove my prick in and out of her. Her cunt was warm and gripped me tightly as I continued to fuck her.

"You're going to make my balls explode," I moaned.

"I want to come. I want to come together."

For a while she took her fucking in silence but then she started to talk again. Her orgasm was approaching.

"I'm close. I'm close. I'm very close....

I want it. I want it. I want it,...

Give it to me! Give it to me! GIVE IT TO ME!

OH! OH! OH! OHHHHHHHH!!!!!! "

She was looking directly up at me when she came; her beautiful face contorted in passion, her body jerking rhythmically, and her fingers digging into my back. I felt her cunt muscles tighten on my prick and felt it start to swell and pulse. Her passion took me to the edge and over, and I came too, thrusting myself desperately inside of her and filling her with my cum.

***

"I wondered what my first time would be like," said Cathy, "And it was wonderful. Thank you for being gentle with me. When I first met you, you were so shy that I thought you must be a virgin, That changed after you saw me with my brother and after that you were more confident and decisive. I'm glad I was wrong. That would have been the blind leading the blind."

"Alan, my rude Scots told me what you told him on the ferry," I remarked.

"What can I say. I lied. A girl has to protect her reputation."

"Like mine, I fear that has gone for ever. Now come here, there's a few more things I want to show you."

***

Endnotes

In the 1970s the River Mersy was one of the most polluted rivers in Europe because of the industrial waste and raw sewage that was pumped into it daily. The water was often discoloured and stank, and in some places nothing could live. Ferry crews spoke of the water being able to strip paint or rot rope. Only after the mid-1980s was the river made clean again.

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The Boom town Rats played Liverpool University in September/October of 1978. In June that year they released their album, A tonic for the Troops and in November, Rat Trap became UK number one in the record charts.

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The 1970s disco culture described here persisted into the 1980s. Women danced in groups of just a couple to five or six and placed their bags on the dance floor and danced around them. Shoes were also commonly removed and kicked into the centre. A man wishing to dance with a women would make eye contact and it was etiquette for her to move and make a space for him to have at least once dance. If she liked him she would dance facing him and stay with him when the music stopped. If she was unimpressed she would dance at an angle to him closer to her friends and move to the group when the music stopped.

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The Philharmonic Dining Rooms is a Victorian pub on Hope Street built between 1898 and 1900 and famous for its Victorian interior. This included stained glass windows, mosaic floors, carved wood, chandeliers, and perhaps most famously, it's lavish marbled men's toilet which has been visited by generations of women.

In the 1970s it was frequented by artists, actors, musicians, authors, and students and before that was often visited by John Lennon and other Beatles before they became famous. Paul McCartney gave a surprise performance here in 2018 when he made a visit to Liverpool.