This is the true story of the liberation of the inner slut of a gorgeous girl I used to date at college. It is also the story of the end of our relationship. It is also the story that demonstrates what a complete idiot I was.
About two years through my college course I was still single. I did have the occasional one night stand but no relationship. At twenty I thought it was about time I tried to get a real girlfriend. That was when I met Sharon. She lived in the same halls of residence as me and was a year older than me. She was gorgeous, just my type. I had seen her from afar for a long time. She was often the muse for my lonely masturbation sessions. She was quite tall and slim with an athletic body and long blonde hair.
After a few weeks of casual flirting in the dining hall and at bars I finally asked her out on a date. To my great joy she agreed. Sharon always looked great but whenever she was out in public she never showed any flesh. I guess you could say that her dress sense as a bit frumpy, especially compared to a lot of college girls. She was also not the sort of person who jumped in to bed with a guy until she was sure. So we dated for a few weeks. The only action I got was a lot of passionate kissing and the occasional boob or ass grope.
However, despite the lack of sex I was happy. I loved being with her and she loved being with me. I especially loved watching her play sport. She did this a lot and was the member of several college teams. She was ferociously competitive.
After we dated for about three months we finally had sex and I got to see that body. It was every bit as hot as I had imagined. Life was good. Our sex life progressed nicely and we built up to making love about five times a week. We spent every night together. You could almost say that we were living together in our tiny student rooms.
Sharon was still quite a reserved person. She was always fully covered up when out in public (always pants and sweaters) and almost always kept the lights off when we made love. I used to tease her about it. I guess I teased her quite a lot. Whilst the prudishness did not really bother me I am the sort of guy who likes other guys to see a bit of what I have got and they have not. I know it is childish but that is who I am.
We decided to go on holiday together to Ibiza. We had been dating about seven months by this stage. My teasing was beginning to get to her a bit so I eased off a little but suggested that she tried to be a bit more revealing in the sun. She agreed and she bought a bikini (that in itself was a step forward from her planned one-piece) that had thong panties. I was amazed and thrilled that she was doing this for me. Finally other guys would see what I had. I could not wait.
In Ibiza we spent the days in the sun by the pool or on the beach and the nights partying in the massive wild clubs. On the fourth night there was a 'Beach Party' at one of the clubs. The idea was that everyone dressed in beach wear, got drunk and danced. Up until that point Sharon had still kept herself quite well covered. She had worn a t-shirt and shorts whilst lying in the sun. So I said she should go to the party in her new bikini. She was reluctant but I kept on at her for hours until she finally agreed.
She looked amazing. That long blonde hair falling over her bikini clad little-but-perfectly-formed boobs, her tight tummy, her long shapely legs and her cute ass. There was plenty on show. She looked self-conscious but she let me lead her to the party. We passed lots of groups of lads on the way. Sharon attracted a lot of stares and a lot of comments, all very complimentary (although some were very crude). It was as if I was not there. All anyone was interested in was Sharon. It was fantastic. I felt on top of the world. Everyone seemed to desire Sharon and she was my girlfriend. My ego was growing by the minute.
The attention also seemed to be having an effect on Sharon. Far from being more self-conscious at the comments, she actually seemed to be getting more confident, more relaxed in her semi-naked attire. I think she was beginning to enjoy flaunting a bit a flesh.
When we got to the party the music was banging, the drinks were flowing and there was flesh everywhere, girls in tiny bikinis and guys in Speedos. There were lots of beautiful people (and lots of far-from-beautiful people). We got some drinks and watched the people for a while. What I did not expect was the almost constant stream of guys hitting on Sharon. She seemed to be loving it and I was still the proudest man in the world. There was no longer the slightest hint of self-consciousness about Sharon. She even obliged when one guy asked her 'Give us another look at that fine ass, babes.'
After a few of drinks we were both a bit tipsy (Sharon being much smaller than me always got more drunk than me) and stated to dance hard. I was quite a good dancer in those days and so was Sharon. We danced very close together. It was hot and it was sexy and a lot of guys were checking out her sexy moves as she gyrated around me, rubbing her body up and down mine. I was on top of the world. My gorgeous, sexy girlfriend was acting sexier than she ever had in public before.
We danced for about half an hour before I need to use the toilet, all of that drink was getting to me. I left Sharon on the dance floor. It took me over twenty minutes. The queues were a nightmare. When I got back I was shocked. Sharon was surrounded by four good looking, well muscled guys in the tiniest Speedos. Sharon seemed to be loving the attention. She was doing the same sexy dance moves that she had been doing with me. She was bent over slightly with her back arched. This meant that her tits were sticking out as far as they could whilst her bare ass cheeks were rubbing up against the crotch of one of the guys. The guy was obviously hard under his Speedos, his cock was almost escaping. He had his hands on Sharon's hips and was dry-humping her ass as she gyrated. I could not believe what I was seeing. Was this really my prudish girlfriend? I stood back and watched the super-sexy scene as she performed the same moves which each of the guys in turn. She did not even flinch when the last guy grabbed her tits as he dry-humped her ass.
I was really turned on but I did not want it to go too far (I do now appreciate that most people would have said that it had gone way to far already). So I walked over and Sharon immediately threw her arms around my neck and kissed me. The guys looked disappointed but they moved away. Sharon was obviously quite drunk. She even said to me 'God, I feel horny tonight.' I had never heard her speak like that before but I liked it. I knew I was in for one hell of a good time when we got back to our hotel.
We spent another two hours dancing and drinking. We were both quite drunk. That was when the DJ announced that it was time for the wet t-shirt contest. I do not know what came over me, I must have been caught up by Sharon's sexiness that evening, but I said to her 'You should enter. You would win easy.' In her drunken and newly body-confident state she agreed.
I led her over to the table where you entered. It was quite a scene. They had chosen five very buff good looking boys to be judges. All had tiny Speedos with big bulges. There were also about ten girls, who were taking their bikini tops off and putting on the flimsy white cut-off t-shirts that were being handed out. There were naked tits everywhere. After checking out the tits for a bit too long I turned to see that Sharon had taken her top off. My prudish, always-keep-myself-covered-up girlfriend was standing there in nothing but her bikini thong. One drunken guy went up to her and wiggled his head in between her tits. She just laughed and pushed him away gently. I said 'Hey mate, fuck off. That's my girlfriend.' He just laughed and staggered away. I was beginning to get a bad feeling in the pit of my stomach. However, in my drunken state I did not know what it was.
