CHAPTER 1 THE BEGINNING
The first time that I saw her was at the fraternity party. She was about 5'4" with long blonde hair. Her tight 501 jeans clung tightly to her heart shaped ass. As I stared at her, I couldn't seem to take my eyes off that cute tight ass. Then she turned ever so slightly to her left and looked over her shoulder into my eyes.
Immediately I was transfixed by the smile she flashed at me. Bright red lips, pearly white teeth, a small impish nose, and a round face with big seductive blues eyes. From the back, the appearance she gave has give me was that of her blonde Swedish ancestry, but as I now gazed into her eyes, her face betrayed her mix of oriental and Caucasian ancestors.
She was standing in a small group of girls and guys, laughing and drinking tequila. I later learned that tequila was just one of her vices. I also learned that her laugh was as wicked as it was infectious.
At the time, I was a junior in college and pretty full of myself. I was 21years-old, six-foot tall, blonde hair and blue eyes. I had always been an athelet, previously in high school, and here in college. Between track and field, wrestling, and weight lifting, I was (as the song said) "like a rock". So, without any hesitation, I drowned a shot of whiskey and walked over to her.
We hit it off immediately. As we talked and traded information, we downed a few more tequila shooters. As I gazed down at her, I couldn't help but notice her great tits. They looked perfect, full and firm with nipples that pushed out against her blouse like pencil erasers. When I drug my eyes back up to her face, she just smiled and took my hand. She guided me over to a couch in the corner and crawled into my arms. Within a matter of minutes, we were over in the kissing and fondling each other.
I wasn't sure whether it was the tequila or if she was just one of those hot horny fucking coeds, but I wasn't taking the time to think about it. With my tongue deep in her mouth, my hands were feeling her breasts. As the buttons to her blouse popped open, I slide my fingers into into her bra and felt her nipples. She has on a nice white satin and lace bra that nicely cupped her tits. As I ran by hands over those two firms globes, I found that they were as nice as they had first looked.
Now most girls that I had "known", fell into one of two "bra categories". Either they had tits that they thought were too small and they padded their bras, or they had big tits that sagged and used their bras to give them lift. Few girls had those perfect breasts - the ones that just were a firm and round, sitting high on the chest, with pointy nipples, pink areolas and that extending from cleavage to armpit. Cindy was definitely one of those rare finds!
As for Cindy, she was a girl that knew what she wanted. By the time that I had my hands in her blouse, she had her hand in my pants. As we stroked each other, it became clear that we needed to move this to somewhere more private.
She stuck her tongue in my ear, licked it lightly and then told me to zip up. As I struggled to get my pulsating erection back in my shorts and down one pant leg, she was buttoning up her blouse. Oblivious to those around us, we weaved toward the door to the hall. She was stuck to me, hip to hip, with her hand firmly on my ass. She left no doubt that she was ready to fuck.
We went upstairs and used a room of one of my frat brothers. No sooner did we have the door close behind us, and then she began tearing at my shirt. I tried to take her blouse off at the same time, but she firmly grabbed my hands. "Stop" she said. I stood there in confusion, what the fuck? Had I read all the signs wrong? She firmly pushed my arms to my sides and said "you first". With that big beautiful smile she proceeded to take my clothes off.
As she removed my shirt she began licking my skin. She traced her tongue down my chest to my nipples. Her breath was hot and grew faster. Her licking changed to sucking, then light biting - all the time she was making this low, deep moaning sound. Now, I had sucked plenty of female tits, but this was the first time that one of them had sucked mine. I went nuts. I had no idea that it would feel so sensuously. My knees literally began to buckle. My cock was so hard it hurt. As it pressed against the pants, I could feel the zipper cutting into the tender flesh of the head. Then, a quick hard bite on my left nipple and I felt my legs go out from under me. At the same time that she bit my nipple she grabbed my crotch and pushed me down onto the bed. She opened my belt with a quick flick of one hand and pulled down my zipper with the other. Then she grabbed the pants at my waist and told me to raise my ass. A couple of tugs and my pants were on the floor.
I felt slightly dazed, I guess it was the combination of the booze and the sexual onslaught. While I certainly wasn't objecting to what was going on, this was all quite a change for me. By this time in college, I had fucked my fair share of girls. I was a good-looking guy, confident, and had a great build. It was never much of a problem to find a willing pussy to bury my dick into. My cock was 9-inches long and 8-inches in circumference. My typically mode-of-operation was to fuck on top. I loved to drive my cock in deep. I was long enough that I could bottom out most girls' pussies. My cock was thick enough that (and the girl's pussies young and tight enough) that I always got a tight fuck. I usually didn't waste too much time on foreplay. Most girls had wet panties and dripping snatches after the first few minutes of sucking on their tits and fingering their twats. It was usually just a matter of grabbing their ankles, pulling their legs up over my shoulders and hammer driving my cock in as far and as deep as it would go. After a few minute of making sure that they knew they we getting fucked, I would slow down and play around. Fucking their pussies from side to side, pulling almost all the way out and then making them beg me to slam it back in, building a tempo and then changing pace.... whatever I felt like at the time...whatever was fun. Nothing I liked better that fucking fast to some hard rock song...pounding some poor pussy until she begged me to stop.
But this was different. Here I lay, my cock stuck up tight against my short, cum oozing out wetting my shorts! I started to say something, when Cindy smiled and placed a finger against her lips..."Shhhhh" For a moment she just stood there with that wicked smile, looking me up and down. Then she slowly licked her lips and began to remove her clothes. Better than any strip joint strip tease that I ever say. Button by button, until the blouse was gone. The she moved her hands to her tits...squeezing them up and together...as she threw her head back...tossing her long blonde hair...with a soft catlike moan coming from deep in her throat. Next came the jeans...again button by button...then slowly snaking them side to side off her hips. As they passed her thighs, she dropped them to the floor and kicked them away with her foot. There was sheen of sweat all over her body. Her body seemed to shimmer and pulsate, as her breathing came short and husky. Her panties matched her bra, shiny satin with lacy trim along the waist that then trailed down around the legs. The crotch of her panties was obviously wet, with the material sticking in the slit of her cunt and molded to her swollen pussy lips.
