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.