Two twin brothers. Desperately in love with the same woman. Both playfully seducing her from high school and all through college. But there was always one rule, Hyman stays until after college graduation. Now this was daddies rule, he is paying for college, so his rules. Right?
My name is Cheryl, but everyone has simply called me Sherrie. Go figure. My boys call me Cher, which is better. I'm not a big person, only 5 foot tall and 110 pounds. In my opinion, my breasts are way too big for my size. But I love my naturally hairless body and thick long light brown hair. My nipples are long and thick, as is my very horny clit. My eyes are a soft shade of blue, but bright in color. I am not a shy person. I'm what is known as a born exhibitionist, with a very playful and bubbly personality.
As a small child, my mom just couldn't keep my clothes on me. Starting school finally taught me that I had to wear clothing, so I reluctantly agreed. Mostly. LOL.
But college opened up lots of opportunities for not only flashing my body at strangers, but letting my boys strip me naked when other people were around.
And they both loved doing that. It always gave them hard-ons watching me walk around naked in our apartment when our home was filled with people.
Yes, I lived with both of them all throughout college. They insisted on it. Daddy didn't mind, as long as my vagina retained its hymen. So the day after I turned 18, I moved in with them. The first year, we lived at their dads house, until we could afford an apartment just off campus. All college kids at the apartment complex, big pool for skinny dipping, tennis courts, a big gaming party room with its own kitchen, and a state of art workout center. The place was perfect. Our apartment complex was its own private clothing optional community with walls, security gates and its own private police, a huge step up from just someone walking around with a uniform and a flashlight. These people actually provided protection. We lived for years in a very safe environment.
Living there felt simply wonderful. I actually never had to put on clothes, unless I wanted to. Which was to go to school, and other off the complex activities. And even then, if I had the opportunity to expose any amount of flesh, I took it. My clothing reflected this. I never ever dress slutty. I dress upscale casual, in a quietly sensual way. I am always without a bra as I have never even tried one on even once in my life. And sometimes, if someone is lucky, maybe the wind will blow just right to expose a breast for a moment. My flashing always looks very casual, like I do not notice it happening. My clothing is carefully chosen, so that accidents can easily happen as often as I want them to happen.
I know how to sit quite innocently with my blouse letting someone see an entire breast, if they are in the right position. Light silk lets even a gentle wind pull the material gently away from my breast, if I turn my body just right with the breeze.
The same with my skirt. I choose fabrics that softly caress my skin, which feels so good on my panty less bottom half. Even a light swirling breeze can flutter my skirts around me, and often expose my ass, or bald pussy for a quick moment. Sitting, I can easily turn myself into the breeze, with it lifting up my skirt for long periods of time for whoever happens to be in front of me. If I like their reaction, I can quite innocently open my legs to show them how wet I am. My boyfriends need to be at my side, for safety, whenever I show my vagina to anyone.
And I do enjoy showing off my pretty little vagina. My hymen wants to be seen. My boyfriends have both taken hundreds of very close up pictures of my vagina, lips spread wide, my wet hymen showing. There is even a huge picture of my vagina over our couch in our living room, which embarrass my mother greatly whenever she comes over. We always pretend to everyone we know that sees it, that the picture is of an unknown woman's vagina done by a professional photographer. My mother instantly knew the truth when she saw it. She is the only one in my life, including my boyfriends, who knows the extent of my exhibitionism. Her comment when she saw it for the first time? "THAT PICTURE OF YOU BELONGS IN THE BEDROOM, NOT IN YOUR LIVINGROOM FOR EVERYONE TO SEE". But, at the same time, mom understands my need to show myself.
Mom was the one who got us into the clothing optional complex. Which has a long waiting line and is very hard to get into. Only students with a high GPA and sterling references can live there, and visitors are vetted carefully before being allowed to enter the grounds. I have a very cool mom. She does turn red every time she is in the room with the picture of my vagina. Dad just looks at it and says how glad he is to know that my hymen is still there. Dad doesn't look lustily at the picture. It's more like he is looking at the Mona Lisa, or something.
During the six years of college, probably hundreds of men and women had looked at my vagina. Of all of those people only one got rude. I always got smiles, some winks, and saw a whole lot of erections. But only one guy made a comment. He stood up, walked right over to me, grinned really big and while squeezing his hard-on said, "Nice cunt bitch! I got something big and hard to fill that nasty thing. Come with me so I can show you what a real man can do. Leave these weak men and I will show you a good time". My boyfriends took a moment to look at each other, then stood up and seriously beat the living daylights out of that man. I really did not think a man could loose his erection as fast as that man lost his. Campus police took the man away.
My wedding dress was all lace over almost completely transparent fabric. Not truly exposing me, but making people look carefully hoping to at least see the color of my areolas, which were cleverly hidden by lace. A very sexy but virginal looking dress. Like an untouchable princess. It molded itself to my figure, completely covering me from neck to ankle. Four inch satin white heals clearly visible below my hemline. My only jewelry, my mothers long white dangling ear rings, my grandfathers wedding ring on my thumb, and my grandmothers wedding ring on one of my toes. I felt very pretty that day.
