CHAPTER ONE- BLACKOUT
Bethany stared at the closing door. Her roommate, Sasha, was inching out the door while talking to her boyfriend, Ivan, who had just picked her up for a date. Ivan and Sasha, both Russian exchange students, were typically inseparable, as they were in a strange country and had not exactly warmed to America. Bethany didn't know where they were going, but she was ready for some alone time.
It was Bethany's first year in college. As is typical of teenage girls in these types of stories, she was eighteen without much sexual experience. She was a brunette of average size, bright green eyes, and, because I'm sure you want to know, a bra size of 36 D. As the door finally closed, she breathed a sigh of relief and raced to Sasha's bedroom to find the buried treasure.
Opening Sasha's bottom drawer, Bethany rummaged under the countless bottles of vodka to find Sasha's stash of filthy Russian pornography. She couldn't read the titles, but Sasha had translated them for her at one point. Sasha was very open about her love of porn, and sex in general, but Bethany was very shy, nodding cautiously as Sasha would babble quickly in her half-English, half-Russian accounts of her sexual exploits, both with Ivan and others around campus.
She started flipping through the cases, past titles which she thought meant "Crime Ass Punishment," "Penis Goodenov," "Three Sorority Sisters," and "The Master in Margarita" to find the one she thought looked the most interesting and held the least potential for permanent mental and emotional damage: "A Month in the Cuntry."
She went back to the living room, stopping off at her own room to grab her dildo. Tonight was the night. She was going to have an orgasm. Bethany had only ever had sex once. It was not an enjoyable experience, and she did not cum then, nor ever since. She rarely masturbated, but her curiosity had been piqued lately after hearing Sasha talk on and on about sex and orgasms. This was the right time. She wanted to make herself cum, rather than leave it in the hands or mouths of the ignorant, idiotic fraternity guys who populated the campus.
She stripped off her clothes, but I won't tell you what she was wearing. It was nothing kinky, nothing that interesting, so don't think you've missed anything. It was not very hot. Just normal taking off of clothes. She had nothing to prove. Least of all to you. On with the story.
She popped in the dvd and eventually found the "play" option on the Russian menu. The movie was a good choice as it skipped any story and went straight to the sex, unlike this story, which is pretty much all story and little sex. Sorry to disappoint you. Anyway, Bethany started to press the dildo against her clit and then ease it into her pussy. She had been getting wet ever since the door shut.
The scene depicted a petite blonde getting fucked from behind by a muscular ex-KGB officer, Bethany assumed. There had been little foreplay, but Bethany was warmed up enough. She had purchased the dildo last month but had never achieved orgasm. Tonight would be different.
She started to feel a tingle in her nether-regions that she had never felt before. She could feel what she assumed to be an orgasm building inside of her. The blonde on the tv was getting fucked harder and harder, and she suddenly turned around and got on her knees to receive the man's cumshot.
