Hi. I'm Melanie and I discovered sex a little later than most of my friends, but I caught up with them in my graduating year and passed them in the kinky-lane doing about 200 miles an hour.
I am a chestnut-haired, medium-build girl with fiery brown eyes and the most perfect medium-sized tits you could imagine. My ass is one of those that men can't stop looking at, and get slapped by their girlfriends for staring because it is so mesmerizing in its side to side motion as I walk. And I know how to walk.
I should mention that I have an above average sex drive. Far above. Once this motor gets running I can get pretty out of control. At times like that, an orgasm must be had at almost any cost or risk. I'd gotten pretty good at fingering myself like a pro.
My sex drive didn't come from my family being nudists or swingers; it wasn't because I had daddy issues; it wasn't because I was trying to trap a guy, or because I had low self-esteem, it was just there. It has surprised me every day with how powerful it is.
One day, I was sitting in Physics class with Mr. E., staring at him because he was gorgeous, and I got a very strange feeling between my legs. I felt a kind of electrical current flowing down there that made me look around to see if anybody in class had noticed. How could they not?! I felt like I was catching fire - and I'd be the first case of spontaneous human combustion to be caught on cell phone cameras.
Boys had always been very attractive to me; girls were too but not quite as powerfully. The feeling I was having in Physics class was not just attraction, it was something otherworldly and all-consuming. It was hunger. It was lust. It was needy. It was something I could not control, like I imagined an addiction would feel but stronger and more primal.
My vision blurred.
Pretending to read something, as we were supposed to be doing, I could not focus on the words. It was hard to keep a thought in my head except for this really strong urge to grind against something. It's like I had reverted to pure animal and not human, but I was really enjoying this feeling that had moved control of my body from my brain to a space between my legs.
I closed my eyes and imagined me and Mr. E. fucking in the classroom supply closet in the corner while my classmates all did their classwork. It turned out that my imagination was -- and remains -- a powerful orgasm enhancer. In my mind, the very slight grinding into my chair was against his cock as he slid it inside me; my parted lips were taking in his tongue and swirling and sucking on it. Outside the closet, my classmates were confused by the odd noises coming from inside it.
Wetness had spread from my insides to my underwear and was now soaking my jeans. I didn't care; I was on the road to a monster orgasm and would deal with the aftermath later. The wetness created a new sensation as it lubricated the friction between my clit and my panties and my jeans. It was making me involuntarily spread my legs and breathe in short exhales and inhales.
How could anybody not see and feel what was happening? The world was spinning and we were all experiencing a change in gravity, almost being flung from the planet.
A wave of spasms hit me and I slid sideways on my chair. My friend Katya looked over at me and saw my squinting eyes; she later told me that I had looked like I was possessed. Although I felt like I was rocking back and forth on a mechanical bull, she later described my movements as slight but odd.
I fought to control my breath as I came and I rode the waves like a surfer, touching the tips as I bounced from one crest to another. I stopped breathing for a bit and then let out a moan which I quickly disguised as a cough and excused myself to the washroom, covering my wet spot with my handbag.
Small aftershocks continued as I practically stumbled out of the classroom and, seeing nobody else in the hallway, I collapsed against the wall in an alcove and finished squirming in a very undignified and very wet way. I cupped my pussy with my right hand and massaging out a few more shudders of pleasure.
Just then, a guy I knew named Ray stepped out of a classroom across the hallway and came over to ask if I was OK. With lust still in my eyes I wrapped my arms around him and kissed him like I'm sure he'd never been kissed -- or probably ever would be again. His fate was sealed; I had an association between him and that classroom orgasm and I had to have him. We'd flirted before but our relationship was about to change; I told him I wanted him that night.
I had spent many nights over the last few months with a vibrator but I was pretty anxious to have my first full-on penetration sex and Ray was now the guy I wanted.
I still had my crotch covered with my handbag and slowly got up and, wobbly-legged, walked to the washroom. It must've taken 15 minutes to dry my clothes with the hand dryer but it worked and I was back in my physics class.
I got a WTF look from Katya and a glare from Mr. E. but I was impervious to their non-verbal questioning. Sitting back in my seat, I felt like I had just smoked a bunch of weed -- which I had never done -- but imagined it must feel like this.
After class, Katya cornered me and asked what the hell was going on and I took her to a private area of a stairwell and explained in a whisper what had happened. She muffled a few shrieks and high-fived me before we split for our next classes.
Katya and I were tight and shared lots of private feelings and experiences. Things like how we were both masturbating, both loved some types of porn, and were practically salivating for our first fuck. We were quite a lot alike in many ways; she had a very strong sex drive too but fantasized about women.
This was a great idea -- but -- Ray and I had no place to do it, what with parents and family in our houses all the time. Frustrated, we scouted a parking garage that was mostly only used during working hours by workers downtown and we decided to do it there. It seemed like the best option. We wanted sex right now and badly. I wanted to fuck more than I had ever wanted anything in my life.
