When I was in college, I was lucky enough to go to school in Colorado. In addition to the great weather, the great scenery, and the skiing, I was close to my extended family, and got to experience one of the most amazing sexual adventures of my life! What follows is the true story of that adventure. I have always believed that what happens to us in reality is much more exciting than our fantasies. It just so happens that this story is both -- a fantasy that became reality. I hope you enjoy. I welcome your comments.
As a college student, there were plenty of great things about Colorado. I enjoyed many weekends on the slopes. I saw a lot of great football games – both professional and collegiate. The weather was always amazing. And of course – the girls were amazing. Everything about Colorado was so amazing, that I was always trying to convince my friends from Oklahoma to visit.
In the fall of my junior year, I managed to convince one of my best friends from Oklahoma, Bryan, and his girlfriend, Cassie, to visit for a weekend. Unfortunately, at that time I lived in a fraternity house. Bringing my Oklahoma friends to stay in a rowdy fraternity house was not ideal. However, I didn't have the money to afford a hotel, either, which left me in a bit of a quandary. Luckily for me, my grandparents had decided to spend that particular weekend in California, visiting some of my cousins, and they offered their house to me, and my friends, for the weekend.
Bryan and Cassie arrived on Friday evening. The three of us went out to dinner, enjoyed a few too many drinks, a lot of laughs, and told all kinds of stories about everything from the time Bryan got locked in a bar bathroom to the time Cassie had to sneak into the men's restroom at a football game. It was great to see them and enjoy their company. We caught up on everything that had happened in our lives – the girls I'd dated, classes, skiing, etc.
Bryan and I had been great friends throughout high school and our early years of college. He was a year older than me, but had taken a break from college to enlist in the Air Force. Now returned to college, he was a success in his college's Air Force ROTC program. He was looking forward to a career flying jets. Bryan was quite the hound. He was the one of us who always managed to find a girl. If Bryan and I went out to a bar together, Bryan was the one who went home with a girl. I was a bit more of the shy type.
Cassie and Bryan had dated for a few years by the time they came to visit me in Colorado. She was short and had amazing curves. Nice tits, a narrow waist, and sexy hips. She was a brunette with naturally curly hair that hung just past her shoulders. She had amazing expressive brown eyes. Over the years, she had enjoyed flirting with me, and I always felt there was a little bit of sexual chemistry between us. The way she looked at me when she talked with those "fuck me" eyes. She'd occasionally put her hand on my leg when we'd been at dinner together, and at one Christmas party gave me an amazing kiss under the mistletoe – with tongue even! - that I'd never forgotten.
After dinner, drinks, and the day's drive from Oklahoma to Colorado - Bryan and Cassie were exhausted. Upon returning to my grandparent's house, they retired for the night while I did some homework before watching the late night news. I had changed into my "pajamas" (aka a pair of boxer briefs) before the news, and was startled up off the couch by a noise – followed by an "Ow!" - from the kitchen. As I walked around and came through the kitchen door, I came up behind Cassie, who was wearing nothing but Bryan's white t-shirt. She was bouncing on one leg, rubbing her foot. With all her bouncing, the t-shirt had ridden up and I had a very nice view off the backs of her thighs and her ass. It didn't appear that she was wearing any panties. The view was enough to make my mind immediately wander – and my cock twitch.
As I watched for a moment – she started to teeter to the side and I was afraid she would fall. I quickly moved behind her, and put my hands on her hips to stabilize her. This clearly caught her off guard, and she quickly spun around so that we were face to face.
"Are you ok?" I quickly asked, trying to defuse her sudden apprehension.
"Oh, it's you. I stubbed my toe on the kitchen table." She said, as she pointed to the table.
"Who else would it be?" I responded. "I thought you and Bryan had gone to bed?"
"Bryan is sound asleep already. I wanted a drink of water. Do you know where the glasses are?" She was still only a few inches away. She reached across me, rubbing against me, and turned on the kitchen lights. She then turned and started opening the kitchen cabinet doors. She stood on her tiptoes to peer up onto the shelves as she looked for a glass. Of course, I knew exactly where the glasses were – but I was enjoying the view of her sexy ass every time she rose up on her tip-toes too much to immediately tell her. I feigned ignorance and continued to watch her. Eventually she found the glasses and made her way to the refrigerator.
My grandparents had a lot of nice things – but a nice refrigerator wasn't one of them. Luckily – their refrigerator did have an automatic ice maker. As she opened the door and reached inside to grab a handful of ice, the light from the refrigerator freezer shone through her t-shirt, giving me an amazing view of the side of her breasts – which I estimated were a "C" cup. She filled her glass with ice, then shut the freezer door and turned to the sink, and filled her glass with water. The cool of the freezer had been enough to make her nipples hard, and they prominently poked through the t-shirt. The view was enough to make my cock twitch even more.
We stood on opposite sides of the kitchen – me with a semi hard cock, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs – and her wearing nothing but a white t-shirt, with her amazing nipples poking right through it. We chit chatted for a few moments as she drank a few drinks from her water. She looked absolutely delicious and I wanted to pour the water all over her amazing tits. I quickly realized that I was giving her much more of a show than I had intended to, and my imagination wasn't helping me.
"Well, I had better get on to bed." She finally announced, as she refilled her glass and turned to walk out of the kitchen. As she reached the kitchen doorway she turned slightly, looked back over her shoulder – her eyes focused directly on the bulge in my shorts – and said, "I hope you don't stay up all night." She had that "fuck me" look in her eyes as she said it. She quickly turned and disappeared down the steps into the basement.
