My whole life I have been attracted to men, since I can first remember. Of course my feelings for some men changed from family love and friendship to lust sometime during my teens, and I became aware of the difference between men and myself.
For starters, I am all woman. I stand 5’8”, long brown hair, olive skin, dark eyes, a very attractive face, and an hourglass figure. I have fairly large breasts; depending on the manufacturer I take either a C or a D cup, usually a D. I workout at the gym every day and run on the weekends, so I have a very flat stomach and toned muscles. I competed in track in my high school, but quit during college. It wasn’t that I wasn’t fast enough; the bouncing of my breasts just became too painful, even with an industrial strength sports bra. In addition to this I was attracting a lot of male attention and I frankly enjoyed it, so I cleared out my schedule a little bit so that I could indulge.
I am particular about the men that I get together with, they have to be first of all a nice guy, a gentleman, motivated, and in good shape. Of course, I prefer them to be good looking, but not in that rugged sort of way, those kinds of guys typically are too macho and filled with themselves.
Another discriminator that I sought after awhile was that they are well hung, well endowed, or big ‘down there’. The guys I dated in high school were mostly big guys, some college guys, but when I got to college I learned that I could have a much greater choice and even share stories with my friends! Who is better to recommend a lover than a good friend, eh?
Well, my friend Darlene had dated this guy, Hank, for about two months, but her grades were so bad she had to drop out of college. At night in the dorm Darlene and I had often talked over cocoa or coffee and we talked, of course, about guys. I was dating a guy at the time on the wrestling team, and he was an excellent lover, but I felt frustrated, somehow. Darlene confided in me that Hank was an excellent lover and he was “this thick”, holding her fingers apart almost three inches.
Now Hank is a nice looking guy, tall, lean, and I see him running from time to time. He’s also a Junior, so he had gained the confidence that most underclassmen lack. During the spring semester I saw Hank hanging around the student union and we struck up a conversation. I asked Hank if he had heard from Darlene, and he sadly replied that he had not. We departed company but not before I found out that he would be at the local pub that Thursday, and I felt determined to meet him there.
Thursday evening came and I showed up, in nice khaki slacks and a white blouse with cut-off sleeves. I wanted to show off my tan from my winter vacation in Florida and it worked! I received all kinds of stares from guys as they parted to let me pass. Well, they might have been staring at the rest of me, but who knows?
Hank waved me down and I joined him and we shared a drink together, then we danced. Hank is an excellent dancer and we danced as often as we could, between drinks. We finally settled into a slow dance and I leaned into him. I felt my breasts mash up against his chest and it felt good, his big chest fit just over my breasts. Late in the dance I felt his erection spring up and knock into my hip and stomach from time to time. I remembered what Darlene had said and I wondered if what she had said was true. I lay my head on his shoulder and moved my hands over his shoulders and back. Hank became a bit bolder and reciprocated, caressing my back, then my backside, finally firmly gripping my waist, pulling me into him. Finally I felt his rather large cock stretched across his pants, lying across my stomach and off to the side. It felt like a monster!
