1st Times: Memories of College Ex

(All characters 18+ years old)

(Thanks for reading this third chapter of a series that has around 8 or 9 chapters and an ending drafted. From this one onward, we will be moving into what I consider the 'meat' of the story. Our couple's journey will be getting progressively more and more 'memorable'. I hope you can read the whole journey.)

It's been 3 weeks since my girlfriend Florence and I went back to our home town, Hong Kong, for the summer holiday from university.

These weeks have felt strange because, in London, we lived in our own rented flats, and no one told us what to do anymore. But back living in our parents' respective homes, suddenly we both felt like we had become kids again.

And one of the biggest problems was that we couldn't just take a boy or girl home, Hong Kong being a conservative place.

Florence did not want to tell her mum about a new boyfriend at the moment, especially when her parents seemed to be on the verge of separating. While my grandma lived with us, and she was at home more often than not.

Therefore, it has now been three weeks since we had sex. I was getting eager. I jerked off almost every day, and it worked OK for me in general. But whenever I hung out with Florence, my libido just shot up. I wished I had the money to spend on getting a hotel room; unfortunately, my summer part-time job helping at a relative's company only paid a little, all of which I really ought to save up for use in London.

Florence also has a similar summer job, so we have only been able to meet up a handful of times since we came back from London. And as our period without sex grew longer, I grew more desperate.

One evening, after a comfortable night out, I was walking Florence back to her residential complex when I spotted an alley that was fairly secluded near the complex's gate. It was not well-lit and did not look dirty either.A perfect spot, I thought. So I led Florence into it.

The way Florence snogged me, how our hands were roaming each other's back and ass like some treasures were hidden beneath our clothes, I wondered if Florence had been just as horny and frustrated as I had been.

But I didn't dare ask, as I was not sure that was something one should ask a girl, and Florence has a TEMPER. On a bad day, she could get quite annoyed with me easily if I said or did things that were not to her liking. Besides, the situation of her parents has been depressing her.

So I was glad when she at least seemed to be enjoying this little make-out as much as I was. I was hoping to make things even more enjoyable (for both of us, ideally) when my one hand was caressing her ass over a black hotpants, and my other hand tried to slide inside and up her tank top. But Florence stopped me gently, placing my hand back on her hip.

As our make-out came to a natural end, I was about to just hold Florence's hand and walk her to her home, "Let's go..."

To my surprise, Florence stood still, one hand holding mine, her other hand ever so lightly brushing up and down my jeans, at the hardened tent of my crotch.

"I know it's been frustrating for you these past few weeks..." Florence said almost shyly, eyes looking at somewhere between my abs and my crotch. "I wanted to take care of 'it' for you, but for the time being, there just seems to be no way we can be alone," she continued, her voice hinting at her own frustration.

She said she would 'let' me masturbate more when we were here in Hong Kong.I have been doing it almost once a day already, I thought to myself.

"And thanks for listening to me rant about my parents... it means a lot," Florence said, as we hugged each other tightly once more, before leaving the alley.

The situation was not helped by the overseas family holiday that my dad planned. When I returned from the trip, it had been 5 weeks since London, and I only grew to miss private time with Florence more.

Then finally came a Saturday that Florence and I could spend almost the whole day together.

The two of us went to a cinema in the late afternoon. As the light dimmed and the movie started, we realised we were alone in our row of seats, and the nearest people were sitting fairly far from us.

"I am glad you picked an unpopular arthouse film," Florence said under her breath while our arms slid behind each other's backs at once, reaching for the waist, as if on cue. We leaned into each other for a kiss, her hand landing on my inner thigh restively, while my hand smoothly slid under her t-shirt. Feeling the warmth of her smooth skin, I slowly traced upward from her waist. Florence didn't stop me this time.

Our lips touched again as my hand felt the mesh fabric of her bra. No pad, no underwire, barely there. How I missed feeling the weight and shape of her perky 32 C cup breasts. Her tongue invaded my mouth as my finger and thumb found and then gripped her nipple gently.

After I had played with her bosom a little longer, Florence broke off the snogging and suddenly leaned back, then lifted her thigh to rest it on top of mine. An invitation and a demand both.

"I am glad you are wearing a short skirt," I whispered, pulling my free hand from under her t-shirt to place it on Florence's thigh, her legs opened wide for me.

I went straight for her most private place, her soft, delicate lips now obscured only by the thin fabric of her panties, which was now moist, warm to the touch, and most alluring.

But before I could start pleasuring Florence, an audible gasp came from somewhere down our row of seats. Two women not much older than us, obviously late for the movie, were just making their way into our row.

Florence quickly pulled her legs close, and I deftly returned my free hand to my side. As she rested her head on my shoulder with a disappointed sigh, we could just hear some soft muttering of the two latecomers.

We contended with watching the movie, but Florence's hand would occasionally tap and tease my cock over the jeans, just as my hands occasionally steal a touch of her boobs and ass. The movie felt inexplicably long.

After the movie, we went straight to our dinner appointment with Jan, whom we have not seen for a while. Florence ranted to her close friend and flatmate about her parents' mean comments of each other, and their shouting battle when they thought Florence couldn't hear them.

"I have told them last night that... if I am one of the main reasons they still haven't separated, then please, just get on with it. I am an adult, and I think them living apart would be better for everyone." Said Florence. Even though she tried to sound as nonchalant as possible, her dark eyes clearly weren't dry.

It was under this kind of mood that Florence ordered her first and then her second glass of wine. Jan and I looked at each other, both of us were worried, but I guess we both felt that Florence needed the drink at that moment.

After the long dinner and a few rounds of snooker in a bar, we said goodbye to Jan, before I escorted Florence home. The wine plus a bit of beer in the bar meant she was fairly tipsy when we got off the bus.

It's the first time I took this bus with Florence, and the stop was near the secondary entrance of her residential complex, one I hadn't used before. As we walked through the complex's semi-indoor car park towards her block, we came across a section of the car park where the fluorescent tubes were off, therefore especially dim.

I could not remember which one of us initiated it, probably both, but moments later, we were hiding behind a big 7-seater car, in the shadow, hugging tight, our tongues tangling.

Holding Florence's hand, I slowly sat down by the wall behind the 7-seater. She followed suit and resumed our kiss urgently. A sober Florence would probably hesitate before sitting down on the rough concrete ground of a dark car park, but not now. No one should be able to see us unless they step into this space between the car and the wall.

When Florence reached for the zipper of my jeans, I stopped her, "I want to make you feel good first."

I turned her around by her shoulders so her back was leaning against my chest. I couldn't wait and pulled up her tight alt-rock band t-shirt with one hand, pulling her thighs wide apart roughly with my other hand, while she pulled up the hem of her short skirt, her designer brand black panties exposed.

As I started caressing her tits over her soft and thin bra, feeling their form shifting under my hungry kneading, my other hand was brushing up and down the slightly moist patch of fabric over her labia. Not willing to wait any longer, Florence pulled her panties aside, which I rewarded her by immediately rubbing her clitoris with my thumb, while my middle finger began a gentle but insistent invasion of her slick love hole. Alternating between rotating and twirling my finger tip, and making small in and out motions, I was working my finger deeper and deeper into her pussy, and her nipples grew harder under my touch. Florence began to moan with lascivious pleasure.

Then, footsteps, probably 2 or 3 people. We froze for a moment, but when it became apparent that those people were at least some distance from the big 7-seater, and seemingly would continue walking past, I started moving my finger in and out of Florence's pussy again. She quickly placed a hand over her mouth and started moaning again, her other hand reaching behind herself to rub my rock-hard cock over the fabric of my jeans.

I so, so wanted to drive my shaft inside Florence right then, but I knew she had been greatly upset by her family's situation, and there was nothing I could do to help her except to listen to her and give her some release. So I told myself, I could wait.

The thrill of some strangers walking by while being finger fucked seems to have turned Florence on further. She became ever wetter as the footsteps receded, her tight passage became easier for my finger to push deeper. I then curled up my finger to massage her more sensitive spots.

Her moan grew louder and louder before she asked with both embarrassment and anticipation, "Can you go down on me?"

"Of course... You wanna lie down?" I replied, already easing my finger from within her, to take off the short-sleeve linen shirt I wore on top of a t-shirt. I folded it twice to form a small cushion for F to lie her head on.

As soon as she did, I grabbed her ankles and folded her legs towards her chest; her hands helpfully took over, pulling her legs wide, her knees framing her chest in a lewd position. I then pulled her now sticky panties up her ass to her knees. Her vagina was coated with her lady's juice. I didn't loiter, just leaned down to kiss her soft, private lips between her legs. Who knows if security would come and check every space behind cars at some point or not?

I kissed, licked, then sucked her sensitive clitoris, drawing a louder and higher-pitched cry from Florence's mouth. I then gave her a wider area of attention, licking from the bottom of her labia up to the top, a few times, before I inserted a finger to help stimulate her.

I had only given head to her twice, before we came back to Hong Kong, but her juice smelled and tasted just as I remembered: slightly salty, acidic, unlike anything I had put in my mouth. A proof of her horniness.

As Florence moaned and groaned, my finger drilled and pumped in and out of her love hole, while my tongue was flicking her clit. Then, I gently pulled her inner fold open for my tongue to attack her hole.

I twirled it around the entrance of her love hole for a bit, drawing an 'Ohhh!' out of Florence, before I turned my body awkwardly, trying to give my tongue better access as I pushed it in her vagina, which drew yet another cry from my girlfriend.

Once I found the best angle for my tongue, I flicked it left and right in the first part of Florence's tight passage, the uneven texture of my tongue pressing her soft pink flesh, together with my fingers back on her clit to massage it, her moan grew faster, sounding more passionate by the second. She put one hand to cover her mouth while her other hand was squeezing her tits, her eyes closed, her expression tightened.

I felt my hard cock straining against my jeans, almost achingly. Florence was seemingly getting close quicker than I expected. I thought about putting on a condom and... but no, I said to myself, let's get her off first, the act of pulling my jeans and underwear down in this situation felt too cumbersome.

So I redoubled my effort, kept up the rhythm that works, working her most sensitive spots that I have found, but alternating the angle of contact at times. Before long, I felt Florence's hand on the back of my head, pressing me to her crotch. The next second, she let out a violent but muffled cry, her back arched up, her legs shaking. Her hip would probably have been heaving off the ground, too, had my hands and head not all been pressing down on it.

This was the awkward few seconds for a man giving head, because having your face, especially the nose, pressed hard into a soaking wet pussy was not my kind of fun (total respect for those who love it though), but I would not want to interrupt her long-awaited satisfaction either.

Eventually, Florence's body relaxed, and she released my head before I suffocated. As she recovered with quick breaths, I lowered her legs to the ground and tucked her panties back in place.

My sticky fingers were tracing the defined ridges of her ribcage, leaving a sliver of her own juice on her skin, when Florence opened her sleepy eyes with a smile and said, "It was lovely." Her hand moved to touch mine. I responded with a smile.

Then she sat up to kiss my lips lightly and proceeded to pull off my jeans. It didn't feel great to have my ass, shielded by only the thin fabric of my boxer shorts, touching the rough and hard surface of the ground, though thankfully it didn't feel dirty or wet. And anyway, at that point, I was so hungry for my girl to touch my cock, anything else could be tolerated.

Kneeling in front of my parted legs, Florence fished my hardening cock out of my boxers, and it got even harder within moments of her running her hand up and down my shaft.

I leaned back, hands on the ground, and let out a satisfying groan, closing my eyes, when Florence started swallowing the head of my cock.

In the past few months, Florence has become quite accustomed to how I liked to be sucked and which parts of my cock were most sensitive. Here she didn't dawdle, but went for what worked. She licked me from root to tip before bobbing her head up and down for several quick but hard sucking of the top half of my cock, before using the tip of her tongue to tickle the base of my cock's head. It was like all the pleasure and joy I had played in my head during the many times I masturbated in the past few weeks, just infinitely more impactful and satisfying.

But just as Florence took a quick respite, using her hands on my dick instead, a loud 'Beep Beep!' rang out from the big 7-seater next to us, its signal light flashed. The car was being unlocked.

'Shit!', we both exclaimed, as footsteps approached our direction.

A flurry of quick movement saw us putting our clothes back in order as properly as we could in those 2 or 3 seconds. My eyes confirmed that at least my dick was inside my jeans, and Florence's bra was covered, so I said urgently, 'Let's go!' and grabbed her hand to dash for the nearest doorway.

Florence was wearing sandals and still under the influence, so we were by no means running fast, but at least when a voice yelled behind us, 'Hey! What were you...", we were already stepping into a covered pathway that would lead to F's building.

Finally, when we stopped by the glass door of her building, we took a breath, looked at each other and just burst out laughing.

Florence kissed me once more and seemed to be a bit more sober after the close escape. She cleaned any remaining stickiness off my face before saying, 'Sorry, we can't finish it tonight... Next time, I promised, okay?'

That bus ride home for me was achingly long that night.

Fortunately, one week later, we had a Sunday that was, again, all to ourselves.

Florence arrived for our date wearing a dark green spaghetti strap top (which she insisted should be called a camisole) that showed just a hint of cleavage, and a form-fitting, elastic grey short skirt that flaunted her long and shapely legs, paired with white casual shoes with a low block heel that must have elevated her height to at least 5"9. She had tied up her long and smooth hair into a loose ponytail.

We had a stroll in a museum, went to a stylish cafe, and had fun in an arcade; it was a perfect date. But then at the late dinner, the inevitable question arose once more, just where can we find some privacy to have sex? Both of us were skint, we don't dare try her complex's car park again and ain't no friends have a place to lend us...

'I... have an idea, but I think we would both need to drink some more to gather the nerves for it...." said Florence, who has just finished a first glass of wine, with a little devilish smirk.

"I am not sure... that sounds a bit... dangerous?" I said after listening to Florence's idea and drinking some cheap wine.

"Oh, come on! It will be fun!" She said, already sounding slightly tipsy, as her hand moved to rest on my thigh, her pinky casually brushing my dick over my jeans, like a cat flipping its tail this way and that.

Her idea was the public park near this restaurant, in the Tsim Sha Tsui district of Hong Kong, not too far from the famous harbour. That massive park has several gates, each of which was locked at 10 pm every night. The other day on a bus, Florence overheard two college-age girls talking about slipping in the park with their boyfriends, late at night, and no security guard ever appeared.

"They said it was easy to squeeze through the gap by the gate if you are slim enough," Florence continued, "unless your cock got stuck, but it should be fine."

The sensible self in me just can't ignore the red flag, "No security guard, easy to get in, almost pitch dark... what if there are some thugs hiding in there?" I said, even though the other part of me wanted to slip in there with Florence and start feeling her up already.

"Wait..." she said, standing up while drinking from her second glass of wine, "give me a moment, let's see if you would change your mind..." and Florence walked off towards the ladies' room. When she returned, her cheek was ever so slightly flushed. She sat down and placed something soft in my hand, with a knowing smile. It was a woman's panties, presumably Florence's.

"What the..." I said, hurriedly fold it up before some waiters saw it.

"And... I am not wearing a bra, per se." Said Florence, her fingers drawing small circles on the back of my hand. "This top has attached cups sewn inside." She motioned at her dark green spaghetti strap top.

I swallowed, the meaning of all these running through my head. "That... will provide some easy access..."

"To my goodies. Yes." Florence continued after taking a gulp from my glass of wine, her monolid eyes with smoky make-up looked deep into mine.

"But that's not all...."She then leaned closer and whispered in my ear, "I've started getting contraceptive jabs."

My jaw dropped, and Florence grinned naughtily. 10 minutes later, we were at one of the gates of the locked park.

As described, there was a rather easy-to-slip-through gap between the metal gate and the concrete wall. But it still took Florence a while to shuffle past the gate, the effect of the 3 glasses of wine she had was only just filtering through.

Once we were in the park proper, it was not as pitch black as I had expected, thanks to the light emitted from the numerous billboards and shopping malls near the park. But looking at the endless space, eerily deserted, I was once again uneasy about this adventure. Florence, though, was as excited as a kid discovering a theme park that no one else knew, and boldly led me to walk further in.