Claire's Freshman Year Ch 01
Claire fucks her classmate Will
Hi, my name is Claire Brostwin. I knocked on Tom Brostwin's door shortly after my eighteenth birthday. I was homeless, starving and hoping to get twenty dollars in exchange for a blow-job so I could buy something to eat. Instead, he took me into the home that he shared with his daughter Heather. He offered me a job cleaning his pool and I soon became an integral part of his family. Clothing was optional and intimate activities between consulting adults was the norm. Heather, who routinely fucks her father, convinced him to let me share their bed and his cock. My pussy creams every time that I think about fucking that thick eight-inch throbbing piece of man-meat!
Six months later I was leaving that idyllic world for life at the university. Most people go to college and can't wait to explore their sexuality. For me that ship had sailed but new adventures were on the horizon.
"Hey Dad," I giggled at using this pseudo incestuous reference, "have you seen my bathing suit?" I called out from my bedroom. And yes, I have my own bedroom but I rarely use it.
"Hmmmmm, I remember you wearing one of Heather's two-piece suits, but mostly you swim nude," Tom reminded me.
"Maybe I left it in my backpack. I doubt they allow nude swimming at the university," I sighed. Moments later I pulled it out and shouted, "I found it!"
I knew that my body was changing, but I didn't realize how much until I tried on that suit. Previously it had easily covered my body and allowed me to swim comfortably. I tried it on and when I slipped my arms in and lifted the straps to my shoulders, I laughed, "Well, this isn't going to work!"
Tom came in and observed, "That doesn't look comfortable. We'll get you a new one," he smiled, winked and shook his head.
The suit that I'd had for a couple years was too short and was pulled tightly between my ass cheeks and my pussy lips. In addition, my breasts were bulging out the sides. Now that I've given you that visual maybe I should tell you a little more about my looks.
I'm a blue-eyed blonde with some Hungarian ancestry that gives me facial features that people tell me are exotically Eastern European. My hair is long enough to wear in a ponytail or to braid when I'm in the mood. Sometimes I'll braid it in pigtails to give the illusion of being younger than my eighteen years. I'm five-foot-six-inches tall and I do my best to stay fit. I'm still growing but I guess you know that from the bathing suit fiasco. I should have known that it wouldn't fit when I had to up-size my bras from 34B to 36C.
It was the middle of September and I was excited about my future. The residents of our neighborhood supported me. They helped me to become emancipated, to start my own pool cleaning company and to attend the local university on a full scholarship.
I have a boyfriend, Hugh, who also started at the university this year. His father, Howard, is a senior administrator at the university. He was instrumental in helping me to receive a much-needed scholarship.
Hugh and I are very much in love but we also enjoy sex with others. He still fucks his sister, his mother and all of the other women and their daughters in our neighborhood. I'm bisexual and fuck all of the men, their sons, and I also enjoy sex with Hugh's female partners.
Living with Tom, Molly and Heather has instilled in me the fundamental belief that intimacy is essential for happiness. It has been rare for me to spend a day without some sort of sexual connection with one of them and often with some of our neighbors.
Finally, the day came to start college. "I'm ready to go," I smiled nervously.
"Don't be nervous," began Tom, "we're all here for you," he winked.
Tom and Molly, who informally adopted me when I was abandoned by my mother, brought me to the campus and helped me to find the dorm room where I would live during the school year. Our first stop was at the administration building to pick up my class schedule and my housing assignment.
"You can wait here while I pick up my stuff," I smiled as I declared my independence and hopped out of the back door of Tom's king-cab truck.
"Do you think she's ready for this," I heard Tom ask Molly as I skipped toward the admin building.
I waited in a long line where we had to pick up our schedules and fill out additional forms for our photo ID's. I was standing behind a boy who seemed completely lost and very nervous. "Can I help you?" I asked supportively.
"Ummmm, I don't have anything to write with," he admitted with some embarrassment.
"Here, I have an extra pen," I offered while wondering what kind of person shows up at college without a pen or a pencil?
I was anxious to see my schedule of classes and my rooming assignment. I admit to having lost some sleep thinking about both of these. My self-absorption distracted me from further conversation with the young boy.
I finally reached the tables where information had been sorted by last names. I smiled as I reminded myself of my recent name change. I picked up my packet of information and then joined the line for getting photo IDs. Soon, I was back at the truck and climbing into the back seat.
"Did you get all the classes you wanted?" asked Molly.
"Wait, before we talk about that, what did you say when Tom asked if you thought I was ready for this?" I smirked.
"Oh," began Molly, "I told him that a better question is whether the university is ready for you?" she laughed.
"Well, I think the university will adapt," I joked, "I did get all the classes I requested," I added excitedly, "I was worried that the anatomy class might be filled."
"What dorm are you in?" asked Tom.
"It's a bit strange, they've put me in one of the Greek houses," I smirked.
"That is strange," replied Molly, "was there any explanation?"
"Yeah, there's a note that says that because of my late housing request, Howard suggested I be placed in an available single room in one of the Greek houses."
Tom and Molly found the building and parked near the front entrance. Suddenly I was alone in a world where I knew nobody. I can imagine that some freshmen were feeling lost and even afraid but I was excited.
Tom and Molly helped me unload the truck. I hugged them both, kissed them on their cheeks
and whispered into Tom's ear, "I wish that I could kiss you properly."
"Me too," smiled Tom, "I'm sure that we'll see you again soon," he smiled.
I didn't say anything but what I was thinking about was his thick eight-inch cock probing my tight little pussy.
"If you ever need anything from me, I'm on campus and in my office most days," smiled Molly.
I hugged Molly and whispered, "No sex in your office, right?"
Molly sighed and said, "That's right," before they both got in the truck and waved goodbye.
As they drove away, I grabbed a couple bags and started to move toward my new home. One very handsome older student approached and with a puzzled look asked, "Is this your building?"
I showed him the paperwork. He shrugged his shoulders and called some other guys over to help. "Third floor, room three-oh-one," he directed.
Several guys quickly came over and helped me move my stuff into the assigned room. I'd heard wild stories about sororities and I was excited to meet the other women who lived here. I was beginning to organize my clothes when I looked up and the door was filled with a massive male body.
"Hi, my name is Max. I'm a senior and a leader in this Fraternity," he calmly introduced himself.
"Hi, I'm Claire. This is a fraternity?" I asked feeling confused and a bit in shock.
"Yeah, I don't want to seem sexist, but are you sure that you're in the right building?"
I showed him the letter, from Howard, asking that due to a shortage in housing to place me in one of the Greek houses.
"Well, I wouldn't argue with him," added a very puzzled Max.
It was then that I noticed the attached housing form with my name misspelled Clare and my gender as male. I gulped and said, "I need to make some phone calls Max."
"Yeah, you wouldn't last one night living here," he said smugly as he leered at my tits.
"So, I'm not being judgemental but it sounds like you prefer living with guys. That's cool, not every guy has to like women," I quipped.
I had no idea where that came from, why I said it, or where it would lead.
"No, no, I'm not gay, but if you stay here, every guy here is going to want to tap that ass," he warned crudely.
