Allow me to introduce myself to you, my new, dear readers.
My name is Valerie Durrell and I suppose you could say that I am the focal part of this story. I'm a single, popular and active girl and I've just passed my 24th year. I live in France with my family, although I have traveled all over the world. I speak 4 languages fluently, some of that comes from living in Europe for a number of years and the other part comes from my living a good part of most years in New York City. I suppose you could say that I am a very cosmopolitan girl, although I don't think that I would refer to myself in that fashion. Like the fine diamonds I covet, I consider myself multi-faceted.
Where to go from here? Well, as most of this tale will be an erotic adventure, I suppose that it makes the most sense to describe my physical attributes. Most of you horny men - and slutty women - will want to know the prurient details. Am I right about that?
I am a very attractive young woman with hair so jet-black that it can appear blue in the right lighting. I stand 5'9" with a formidable body. When younger, I didn't have to work too hard to maintain it, but that has changed now. I maintain a good exercise regimen, which continues to contain regular doses of heated sex. I like sex and I have since my first experience, which was a doozy. Let's just say I didn't make it home for a few days and I've been hooked on sex ever since that first night - plus a few days.
I tend to wear provocative clothing because I have the body to do so. All of me is lean and firm and I've got nice breasts. They aren't too big, but because I favor tops and blouses that show them off, many get the impression that they are bigger than they appear. Some of my tops are gauzy and sheer, appearing to be more lingerie than clothes. Others are barely-there bikinis. I've been arrested for indecent exposure on a few occasions, but the charges are always dropped. When I drop by a restaurant or a nightclub or new hotspot, I garner more positive responses than negative. I'm like the Kardashians or Paris Hilton back in the day, although neither of them has two doctorates. I like playing the bimbo because if hides the facile mind that lurks beneath. It is very, very rare that someone gets the upper hand on me. I go where I want, do what I want and try my level best to make sure that no one takes advantage of me. I've only ever been dumped once in my 21 years and I agreed with the decision. It was hard at the time, but my friends Christina and Nicole got me through it.
I do own several businesses, although leading the life I do, I don't have time to run them. I hire quality people to do that for me and have a meeting or so every month. I completely trust those people I hire because they know I'm generous to those I trust and love. Failure isn't an option. Mistakes happen, of course they do. The benefit of a mistake is learning from that. My first mistake was a failed relationship. I learned from that and am still friends with the person with whom I was involved.
My marriage was arranged, which I wasn't thrilled with, but my family owns a small publishing dynasty and my then-fiancé's family owned several paper mills and other related businesses. I rationalized the marriage by deciding once it was over and a suitable time had passed, I could have love affairs and so could Jerrold, my fiancé. It's the 21st Century and I think the concept of being with just one partner is ludicrous. Jerrold and I had grown up together, gone to school together and hung out. I knew I could spend time with him as a companion and not want to rip out my long, dark hair. He was funny and cute and he liked to throw his money around. Not a bad scene for a spoiled, rich bitch who was still just 18 and in full-on party mode. Once our engagement was made "official", I decided to visit my new "man" at college and seal the deal. I was a horny teen with itchy, tight little panties and I wanted to get my own personal sexual revolution started. I had the entire week of spring break free and my intention was to spend it fucking and to broaden my then-limited sexual horizons.
It didn't exactly work out as planned.
My parents were entirely gung-ho for me to get things underway. The engagement party was less than a month away and they wanted to make sure nothing would interfere with that. Mommy went out and bought me a really sexy, silver lame cocktail dress that only allowed the barest of underwear to be warn underneath. My parents are fairly liberal in their sexual attitudes and they both thought my little "seduction" would be a great incentive to seal the deal. Daddy presented me with a sporty new MG so that I could I could drive to Hudson university and surprise "my guy". In the spirit of full disclosure, I'd only been on 5 full dates with Jerrold at this point and all of them had been with a group of people. I was looking forward to this week with him, as I planned to unleash all my pent-up sexuality before returning home. I'd done a lot of research and talked to many of my girlfriends about what guys Jerrold's age liked in bed. I even planned to go the extra mile and one of my suitcases was packed entirely with kinky possessions. I had brought sex toys, lingerie and some of the sluttiest heals imaginable. To make things even better, none of this had come out of my own allowance. As I stressed a while back, my family was very eager for me to seal the deal. As for little old me, Valerie was just looking forward to getting her rocks off for a weekend and then sleeping it off for a few more days.
See above statement - it didn't work out as planned.
I had gone the extra mile - I had a Brazilian wax, I'd been working out a bit more than usual. I wasn't wearing pantyhose with my outfit, but real stockings with garter belts and added silver slingback pumps. I'd been slowly tanning so that my skin would be a golden brown and I'd add a slightly exotic look to my allure. I'd had even enrolled in some pole dancing classes so I could give Jerrold a show. I was planning to sell him the total package because I knew that I wasn't going to be his first. He had a reputation amongst the girls in my class as a bit of a cocksman. Rumor was he had even scored a few of our hot MILF teachers. As for little Val, I was a virgin - almost. I have more on that later.
Money talks, so I was able to score a key to Jerrold's dorm room. I'd been to see him a few times before, mostly by train. A few of his friends knew me and the status of our relationship, so I admit to being puzzled to their reaction to my surprise visit. I wasn't long in finding out just why.
As I walked to my fiance's dorm room, I got a few wolf whistles, which did plenty for my ego. I don't work this hard on my body to go unnoticed. Some modern women would say we shouldn't seek male approval, but
fuck that!
I live for approval, I didn't create a smoking-hot body to go unnoticed. Besides, I'm an equal opportunity conceited bitch - I like it when men
and
women notice how much I rock. I felt butterflies and more than a few moths fluttering in my stomach, so I stopped off at the university coffee shop to have something to steady my nerves. The cute barista - two actually - flirted with me, but I loyally explained I was here to surprise my new fiancé. The pair were both lovely to me, wished me luck and gave me the coffee for nothing. Nerves steadied, I walked a few more minutes to the dorm room of the young man I was intent on marrying.
I had brought a bouquet of balloons with me and some champagne to toast our plans. When I burst into the room, the balloons floated to the ceiling and I nearly dropped the $150 bottle of bubbly.
Jerrold was tied, hands and wrists, to the bed. On top of him was a sexy, well-built, exotic brunette and she was riding him with full burners on. At that moment, his eyes were blindfolded and he didn't see me. She sure did and shrieked loudly, although not stopping her up and down, side to side fucking of my guy. Jerrold then removed his blindfold and his words were a mere "Oh, shit".
I'm not a violent or revenge-oriented person, but I could have pulled his pecker out by the roots. It didn't help that I happened to know the girl he was fucking - or more precisely,
she
was fucking him.
I couldn't fault his taste. The young lady's name was Justine Leigh and she was a girl I knew from school, two grades ahead of me. She is exotic, beautiful, busty and has a sort of presence you can't help but notice. She also apparently had a rather bountiful knowledge of sexual tricks in her arsenal and my boyfriend seemed to have fallen prey to them. Men stray and I openly admit, so do women. Not I - I had made a pre-commitment to Jerrold and despite other offers, I felt honor-bound to live by that. Evidently, it was a one-sided view. Once the calm passed, I was enraged. My rage was not one where I was going to scream and yell and try to pull her away from "my man". Instead, cooler heels prevailed. I turned on my very expensive heels and walked out of the dorm before I let the tidal wave of emotions wash over me.
I could hear the pair of them calling to me and I had no intention of returning to the scene of their betrayal. I would have lost it, ceding to the passions I had inherited from my French mother and my handsome and rugged Irish daddy. Had I fully unleashed my fury, I might well have been escorted from the campus and even possibly, in handcuffs. I found a courtyard with a small green space and that's when I let it out.
I think what bothered me most of all is that Jerrold and I had not yet made a full commitment. If he had wanted to wait until after his graduation or even mine, a few years later, I'd have been fine with that. He could sow some wild oats, so could I. I might have even been willing to plant a few fields together. I think now that the image Jerrold had of his soon-to-be wife was rather erroneous. I didn't have a lot of experience - but I had a deep-rooted desire to learn.
I pulled myself together and vowed that this weekend was not going to be a waste. I had come to the campus to seduce my boyfriend and lose my virginity - sort of. Well, Option # 1 was off the table, but why did Option # 2 have to vanish as well? In my mind, I was no longer committed to Jerrold. I would be 19 in a few short months and while I had the self-control to wait for my guy to be my first, I had the raging libido of a porn star. I was a hot girl with plenty of options. Just this once, I wanted to take a walk on the wild side. I was going to spend the weekend getting laid, I just needed to get started.
