-Anna's Experiences at College-
I started dating Anna about six months ago and she moved in with me last month. Last weekend she took her kids to visit their grandfather on the other side of the state so I once again had the house to myself. While rearranging our bedroom closet I found a box full of old diaries and decided to read them. I was completely shocked. Of course we've talked about our past but not even in her most inebriated state did she mention most of the exploits I read.
Anna is a short girl of five foot one inches. I've seen photos of her when she was young and although Anna was never a thin girl she held a lot of her excess weight in the best place possible, her ample chest. She's always had very long hair and while in her late teens and early twenties it hung down clear past her ass it's now only a little past the middle of her back. Her hair is dirty blonde and although I've never seen her with a bush I have no doubt that her hair color is natural.
Anna went to Western for only two semesters but apparently during that short time she had quite an adventure. I have collected them here in small groups because individually some of them are kind of short.
This one blew me away. I wish I had have the experience in college that she had.
The only form of editing I've done is choosing which entries to submit and which to not. These are all her stories in her own words.
September 20 2013
Last night sure was a new experience, at least for me. Jemila invited me and Brad to go hang out at another one of her boy-toys apartment. This one's name was Stan. Thinking it was going to be a night of drinking filled with conversations about nothing important we said yes. Jamila drove Brad and I to the apartment. It was far enough outside town that it'd be an especially long walk back to the dorms. I'm wondering now if she took that into consideration beforehand. Within ten minutes of arriving I knew we were in for more than we had figured. There was an uneasy energy in the air and I felt like an animal must feel when the trap springs and it knows it's been duped.
I've met Stan before but his roommate Quinn had to be introduced. Both of them were skinny and tall, I'm starting to think Jamila has a type. Stan had brown hair and blue eyes and Quinn was blue eyed also but had a very carrot colored mop on top of his head.
A mixed drink of vodka and 7 up was put in our hands mere moments after we arrived. As we were seated around the table there was a knock at the door. Jemila got up and answered. Turning around I was pleasantly surprised to see Yolanda would be joining us for the evening, she's one of Jamila's good friends. I've met her a few times now and find her pleasant to be around. I'm not into girls but I can surely appreciate the beauty of one and Yolanda is a knockout. Tall and thin but still curvy in all the right places. Her hair hung down to the middle of her back in tight small braids. Deep purple in color it looked amazing against her milk chocolate skin tone. The eyes that gaze back at you are a soft brown that sparkle majestically, inviting you to get lost in them. Taking the chair next to Jamila she looked around the table and presented each of us with her warm smile.
Quinn playfully said, "hello there gorgeous." There was definitely some history between them that I had not known about.
"Hello to you," she responded but then quickly added, "handsome fella."
"So," piped up Stan, "the rules to strip thirty-one are."
"What thirty-one," I blurted out.
With the sliest smile I have ever seen Jemila present she said, "oh, did I forget to tell you. Oops."
Brad and I looked at each other knowing what the other was thinking. Finally he spoke up and said, "I'm game if you are," so the decision was made and we decided to play. I was a little mad at Jamila for setting me up but that quickly changed when I thought about potentially seeing Stan and Quinn in the buff.
The rules were simple enough. You get three cards, on your turn you pick up from the deck or the discard pile, you discard the one you don't need. The objective is to get thirty-one, or as close as you can, in the same suit. When you think you have a good hand you knock and everyone else gets one more chance. The closest to thirty-one wins, the furthest away loses. If someone gets thirty-one they don't have to knock, they just lay their cards down and everyone else loses. If you lose you lose a piece of clothing. For that game Stan said that because there were so many of us that shoes and socks each counted as one.
First round went to Stan while Jamila lost. I was happy she lost, she deserved it for ambushing me and Brad. The rule was you had to stand up and take your piece of clothing off. That wasn't a big deal when it was shoes or socks but pants or undies, that seemed to make the game even more risqué. The second round went to Brad, yay, and Quinn lost. My drink seemed to disappear faster than I realized and I became more comfortable with the idea of being nude in front of all of them. That's not to say I wanted to lose, I was just less nervous.
It went round and round with everyone losing pretty evenly, except for Stan. Into the seventh round he still hadn't lost. The best part of that was right after he opened his mouth and bragged about it he lost two in a row. Once Quinn lost his shirt the evening seemed to become much more exciting. His chest was toned and hard, he had a tattoo of an American Eagle on his left pec. With its wings spread wide and its talons extended it looked like it was about to strike.
Jamila was the first girl to lose her shirt, again I couldn't help but feel she deserved it. She stood up and methodically unbuttoned her blouse. Each button revealed a little more of her pastel orange bra underneath. It seemed to glow against her dark skin. The lacey garment struggled to contain her substantial chest. I noticed Brad relentlessly staring at her. I imagined he was comparing her size to mine. I wasn't jealous. The only real difference between hers and mine is the skin tone.
The next round I had the lowest hand so I had to remove my socks. I was very aware that if I lost again I would be showing some real skin. Because I wasn't warned about the plans I hadn't made preparations. I had on my sheer black bra that I knew got Brad riled up. It didn't even cross my mind when I put it on that someone other than Brad was going to see it. Of course I lost the next hand also. I was so nervous. Yeah, Jamila and Quinn both had their shirts off already but I knew much more of myself was going to be on display. I was very aware that every pair of eyes were focused on me, on my chest to be precise. On the ride over I teased Brad by grazing my hand over his crotch and whispering in his ear what I had on under my clothes, so he knew what kind of show I was about to put on. I looked over at him and he was grinning like a cat who just swallowed the canary. After taking a big drink from my glass I stood up, quickly and matter-of-factly removed my shirt and then quickly sat down.
"Wait a minute, " Stan said, "aren't you supposed to give us a twirl?"
I stood, twirled and then sat back down, all within two seconds. Everyone laughed and moved on but the two boys sitting across from me could not stop staring at my chest. I felt so uncomfortable but it also excited me. The slight tingle between my thighs told me I was enjoying myself more than not.
The first thirty-one was accomplished by Quinn. Everyone else had to lose a piece of clothing. The other two boys lost their shirts as well as Yolanda. Stan's toned chest had no tattoos on it but both his nipples were pierced. That was the first time I had ever seen that in person. Yolanda had on a cute little purple bra that matched her hair perfectly, apparently she got the courtesy of being informed about last night's activities. The bra covered up her small breasts completely with ease but it was still erotic.
Jamila and I had to remove our pants. We waited until the other three were done before we started. Simultaneously we stood and dropped our pants to the floor. Jamila was wearing a miniscule black thong that barely covered her. The fact was, if someone looked close enough, and apparently I did, they could see her bush creeping out the sides and top. She did a slow spin and even bent slightly over to display her nearly bare ass. I was beginning to understand just how much of a flirt my roommate is.
Again, I was not informed of the night's activities. I had worn panties that matched my bra in every way, right down to the sheerness. I know my slit was visible. The panties covered some of my ass but the transparent fabric left little to the imagination. I did my spin and sat down.
The next loss fell to Brad and he had to remove his pants. Standing up he undid his button and fly and slid them off. His red boxer-briefs hugged his erection tightly. It was pushing against the stretchy fabric seemingly begging to be set free. The other two ladies couldn't take their eyes off of my man's bulge and it made me even more aroused.
Jamila lost the next hand which meant she was the first girl to show titties. Mine were pretty visible but technically covered. Having seen them many times I watched the boys' reactions. Stan's expression told me that wasn't the first time he saw them. Quinn and Brad though, they were like kids on Christmas morning. The gleam in both of their eyes was cute. Their smiles grew as the bright orange fabric slid down her arms. Her nearly black nipples were pert and so alluring. When she did her spin Jemila's large breasts bounced and swayed, captivating everyone else in the room.
