When I was in the 11th grade, a guy a year older than me, a senior named Dick that I was dating, compared me to Anna Nicole Smith, the stripper that married a very old, very rich man. She was in the news a lot then, being sued about whether she could inherit the old man's estate. This guy said that we were both "sexy big blondes". My reaction was "Me?" I'd always been a tall and sturdy tomboy, active in every possible sport. But sexy? He told me that I had the best body in the school.
Blonde I can accept. I am blonde, Maybe not as light and bright a blond as when I was a little kid but, still, a blonde. Big? Tall, I'll accept. I'm now five feet ten inches plus a small fraction. I easily get over six feet in heels. But big? I'm extremely fit. Had the lowest body fat index of any girl on our high school soccer team. I now measure 40, 26, 39 and was probably close to that back then. 40 sounds big but my brassieres are C cups not double D's. I realize now that since my breasts sit all out front that they seem to attract male attention. Guys tend to talk to my tits rather than my face. It's almost funny the way they look at me. But sexy? I'd never ever thought about me that way.
Anyway, we dated for about the last half of my Junior year and the following summer. I hadn't dated much, almost never. I was active in sports. But the dates with Dick got a little hotter and a little hotter. I found myself being aroused in ways that I had never experienced before. Then he went off to college.
During my senior year, and after I turned eighteen,at his Christmas break he came back home and for the first time in my life I had someone sucking on my bare breasts as I felt the shape of his cock through his pants. Wow, talk about being aroused! Then he went back to college and I started looking up sex on the internet. I knew I needed more so arranged to go on the pill. At his spring break I was safe and it happened. We were naked and he did everything to me, eating my pussy for the first time in my life. By the time we were done , a couple hours later, we had fucked in a couple different positions, he had eaten me again and I had sucked his cock for the first time.
We then had as sex filled a summer as it's possible to have. We spent hours and hours together naked. A lot of sex but a lot of just getting used to each other's bodies. I wondered if I was deviant or something because I loved his cock. He let me know that he loved my body, my pussy. He loved licking and playing with my pussy. So my loving his cock was very normal and that I could do anything I wanted with it as long as I didn't draw blood or injure him. To this day, I love cocks. I think I may love oral sex and foreplay as much as actually fucking. Although I love fucking. We even used scissors to trim each others' pubic hair. He claimed he didn't like getting mine in his teeth.
Then I went to college, a different one, and the distance broke us up. Almost a thousand miles made sex impossible. We both realized that I'd told him I loved his cock and I loved his using his tongue and fingers on me but I never told him I loved him. He never said he loved me. It was all sex not romance. So we both knew we needed local replacements, even though we could still get together on holidays when we were both home. I mean, here I am taking birth control pills so why aren't I making sure they're useful?
I knew I didn't want to become a slut, using lots of guys. But I also knew I wanted, in fact needed, some regular sex. Since I'd had such a great experience with Dick, then maybe someone named Peter would be good. They're both other names for cock. Stupid, I know. Anyway, I knew one Peter and he turned out to be disastrous. The whole thing took maybe four minutes. he fucked me and it was over. He was done. It had never occurred to me that sex could be so bad, so frustrating. He was so uncaring that it wasn't worth trying to make him a better lover.
I'd always been involved in sports. It was so much a part of my life that here at college, I wanted to find some sports activities that I could be involved in. I was good in high school but not great so I knew better than to try and go for some varsity level stuff. I signed up for a basketball league, an intramural kind of thing. The first evening that I go to it I end up on a team of other freshman girls. In fact, there are several teams of freshmen plus some upper class teams involved. (I learned later that the next year, the better players from the frosh teams get selected to play on the more competitive teams.)The seats in the gym are rolled back so that it's possible to fit two basketball courts, running sideways and parallel to each other. Apparently, the girls league plays on one court, the boys on the other. The games are shorter than regular, I guess to get enough games into the allotted time.
Before our game started, I watched some of the boys. There was one, must be six feet six inches tall and looked in good shape that attracted me. He must not be that great or he would be on the varsity or JVs but he looked good to me. As my team took the floor, I saw that his did, too. Maybe it's wishful thinking but it seemed to me that he was paying attention to me, watching me, just like I was paying attention to him. Forty minutes later our games are both over. There are a lot of people around, the last teams, that played, like us, the next teams, the ones now playing, so lots of activity and pushing your way through a crowd. He was tall so I could keep my eye on him and, as it turned out, he was keeping his eye on me, so we ended up meeting in the midst of this crowd.
"Hi," I say to him, "I'm Lisa."
He smiles, nice smile, "I'm Dave." He takes my arm and sort of nudges me so we end up against the wall, slightly out of the way of everyone milling around, watching the games being played.
"Are you a freshman, too?" I ask.
"Yeah."
"So you don't know that many people yet, like me?"
"Yeah."
"You're tall," I say, then think it's stupid but I need to keep this going.
"Yeah, so are you."
Shit, what do I do now? Well, go for it, I guess. "So you don't have a girl friend here?"
"No." he says and then after a slight pause, "But I'd like to. I'm used to having a girl friend."