I was an only child, born when my mother was 46 years old. Although I'm certain I was much loved, my parents were over protective. It wasn't to bad when I was younger but once I reached my teenage years I wasn't allowed to do many of the things my friends took for granted - like bringing a boyfriend home, or going to friends for sleepovers. I think my mother dreamed of me becoming a ballet dancer and I had lessons for several years. I became a good dancer, though I preferred dancing to pop music. Anyway I wouldn't have had the single mindedness to succeed as a ballet dancer even had I wanted too. Unlike most of the girls I knew I was still a virgin when I went to university in 2010. By then, both my parents were retired and whilst comfortable they didn't have money to help me. I made friends quickly, went to clubs and bars with them, enjoying a bit of freedom at last and spending more money than I could afford. Though we had little in common, my best friend was Angie. She was earning money, pole dancing and lap dancing a couple of nights a week. It was her that told me that at least one of the the girls on our course was earning money as a prostitute, confiding that she had taken money for sex several times, when she was short of cash. Nineteen years old, pretty with blue eyes, blond hair, slim with a decent figure, a pert bum and 32dd tits, I got chatted up by lots of guys. I had two boyfriends in the first semester, who dumped me when I wouldn't let them fuck me. It wasn't that I didn't want too. I had let them feel my tits, the second one got as far as getting his hands inside my panties and fingering me, while I tossed him off. I cum quite easily when I masturbate and he finger fucked me to climax but I wouldn't let him fuck me. The third boyfriend was a few weeks into the new year. I actually got naked with him, played with his cock, felt it getting big and very hard in my hand. But then it came to the point of actually having sex and allowing him stick his prick in my tight virginal cunt. I couldn't do it, even though I was very wet, he had three fingers in me and I was aroused. I clamped my legs tightly together when he tried to get on top and he angrily left my room. After he'd gone I wept, frustrated and angry with myself, more than him. It was a Saturday, well after midnight, Angie returning from a night dancing or stripping, passed the room a few minutes later. The door wasn't fully closed she heard me and came in to see what was the matter. I was still naked under the quilt, she sat on the bed. She gave me a cuddle, stroking my hair, holding me close, making sympathetic comments while I told her what happened. While I talked she moved and laid next to me. I started to calm down, the hand that had been stroking my hair had moved to my shoulder then slipped under the quilt and was caressing my breast. It felt pleasant, her hand soft, as her fingers found the nipple, stroking it until it was hard. The heating in the room had switched off. She asked if she could get under the quilt with me as the room was getting cold. I was a bit surprised when she stood, unzipped her dress, stepped out of it, and took of her bra and panties. As she clambered into the bed naked I noticed she was shaved, her pussy smooth, completely hairless even between her legs. She snuggled up close to me in the single bed. I was on my back, she laid on her side, her warm body touching mine, her tits pressed against me. She wriggled an arm under the pillow, the other laid on my tummy. Her hand cupped my breast again, she took the still hard nipple and began rolling between finger and thumb. I felt her breath on my neck, her lips planting little kisses below my ear. Her mouth moved down my neck, kissing to my shoulder. She moved lower, her tongue tracing a wet line from my shoulder, licking and kissing lower, following the swell of my breast before licking up to the nipple, taking it between her lips and sucking it. It felt so nice, I was unable to stop myself sighing with pleasure, my body which had been tense, noticeably relaxing. Deep down, my mind was telling me to stop her but my body was reacting in the opposite way. I moved my arm, placing my hand on her head, lightly holding her against my tit. She took that as an invitation to continue, sucking and nibbling the erect nipple. She moved her hand from my other tit, caressing and stroking my tummy, sliding it lower until her fingers were brushing through my pubic hair. She began moving her hand, combing her fingers through by bush, each time going a little lower. I jumped when her finger tips lightly touched the hood covering my clitoris. She continued running her fingers through my pubes, then touched the hood again. This time her fingers lingered, pressing gently, in a little circular movement. I went rigid, gasped “We shouldn't be doing this” She stopped sucking my nipple, her fingers still stroking my clit, raised her head and looked into my eyes. “Do you want me stop?” she asked softly, moving her hand away from my clit at the same moment. “No” I gasped. “Don't stop” She smiled down at me, bent down and kissed me on the mouth. Everything happened so quickly, her tongue against my lips. I opened my mouth kissing her back. Her fingers found my clit again, and she began to rub me. She moved her hand to my thighs. I parted my legs willingly letting her touch my pussy. She ran her fingers along my slit, parting my labia. I was still wet from when the guy had fingered me and her fingers slipped into me easily. She began to finger fuck me. I started to respond, become more and more aroused. Almost unaware of what I was doing, I opened my legs wider, began moving myself against her fingers. She moved her mouth from mine. Licked and kissed down my neck, to my tits, sucked both my nipples before licking down over my navel, pulling her fingers from my cunt when her mouth reached my pussy. She continued without pausing, her head between my legs. I felt her tongue lick around my hole, then lapping my juices before worming its way inside me. She licked in and around my cunt, kissed my inner thighs, licked and kissed my clitoris before drawing it between her lips, sucking and gently tugging the swollen bud. With her experienced tongue and mouth, she brought sobbing and writhing to orgasm. Afterwards I fell asleep in her arms and that's how we awoke several hours later. I disentangled myself, feeling embarrassed about what had happened. Angie had no such hang ups, openly discussing her sex life, how she enjoyed sex with both sexes, teasing me a bit, challenging be to deny that I hadn't enjoyed what we'd done. Well, I couldn't, admitted that I'd do it again, pondering if I was a lesbian. She reckoned I'd know if I was and like her I'd want cock and pussy “Only one way to find out. You need to get fucked. Once you've had a nice hard cock you'll want more” she said cheerfully. I mumbled something about how big they seemed. “You must have used a vibrator or dildo, most cocks are smaller” I didn't say anything, just blushed. “You're not telling me you haven't even tried one are you” she asked. I admitted I hadn't. “Stay there. Don't move. I'll be back in a minute” she told me, wrapping a sheet around her and disappearing out the door. This seems a good place to stop for today.