When I ran into Trevor on campus a week ago, I had absolutely no intention of things working out the way they did. However, isn't that how most chains of weird experiences happen though? At least in this case it did. Trevor and I had been good friends in high school, running in the same circle of friends. We'd hung out quite a bit together back then in our group, which I guess would be labeled 'straight-edge' nowadays. None of us drank much or partied with other kids who were into weed or worse, just had fun in more laid back ways. Despite the friendship we'd had, I hadn't seen him around for a couple of years so we had a lot to catch up on.
After some small chit chat in the University book store we agreed to meet for coffee the next day to have a meaningful long conversation. I couldn't help but notice how much he had grown up since I had seen him last! He'd grown a couple of inches in height, and totally had filled out a lot from his previously lanky appearance. I could tell he'd been working out to develop the muscular swimmer's build he now had.
Topping off his great body was a pair of piercing blue eyes, messy blond hair, and a great smile. I'd always thought he was an attractive guy, don't get me wrong, but running into him after so long sort of made me look at him in a slightly new light. Instead of the goofy, smart-ass, class clown type that everybody got along with in high school was now a more mature-looking, considerably sexy guy.
It's a great thing to be able to appreciate a good looking guy but still be able to just be good friends, and Trevor was always that. Looking only to rediscover our easy-going platonic friendship, it was going to be great to reconnect. I really was curious to see what he'd been up to!
For myself, I'd totally changed since high school in quite a few ways. Although I have always been what guys call "top heavy" (I'm like 5 ft. 3, pretty petite despite having an unfortunate/fortunate 34D cup size depending on how you look at it), I never had used it to my advantage like some girls typically did. Instead of the long boring chestnut hair I had back then, I now had a closely cropped chunky cut head of black hair with streaks of blue. I have my navel and nose pierced too, and I usually wear blue contact lenses to accent my hair. I wasn't too outgoing in high school, whereas now I'm quite the opposite. I wasn't that big of a flirt then either, and I was with only two guys in long term relationships during that time.
Since then I've seriously opened up to A LOT.–sexually and otherwise I date all the time, do a fair share of "hooking up" with some great-looking hotties on campus, and generally am not hung up on feeling like I have to limit myself. I wouldn't ever use the word "slutty" to describe my behavior; I use good judgment and never ever do anything that I don't feel is safe or what I don't feel compelled to do. I guess I'm just your average 21-year-old college female exploring all the fun stuff that there is to experience before the real world limits me. Call me a free spirited, yet non-typical, sexually liberated girl–that's what I think I am! But enough about me for right now...
So when Trevor and I met at the coffee shop the next day, it seriously was like old times. We caught up on what we knew about people from high school, swapped rumors we had heard about them and the like. He was still incredibly goofy and funny, and I could tell we still had that fun guy and girl platonic relationship going that would continue as long as we knew each other. It was like nothing had changed much at all. But then we got onto the subject of relationships–he had broken up with a long term girlfriend not too long ago and was sort of dating a new girl. He seemed to be a bit disgruntled with the concept of serious relationships because of the recent breakup, which I couldn't blame him for.
Then it was my turn. I completely blew his mind with some general stories of partying a lot with my girlfriends, going out to clubs, hooking up with guys, and not really worrying about getting into a girlfriend/boyfriend thing.
"Wow! You're the crazy one! Shit, you got to college and freaked out! You're the epitome of the 'girl gone wild'" Trevor joked.
"Hey! That's no fair! I'm just having fun, and if I flash my tits at a camera I'm definitely gonna' get paid for it. I'm smarter than those dumb ass chicks you're referring to." I retorted.
He just laughed, as did I. He really pressed me on stuff I had done, wanting all the details on the crazy things I may or may not have tried.
"So what's like one of the crazier situations you have gotten yourself into? I am sure you have some pretty good stories to share," he asked quizzically.
"Whoa, whoa young man! You think I'm going to spill my guts to you after not seeing you for a couple years? No way... a girl has to have some secrets. Plus I'd probably freak you out," I added.
"You think so huh? Interesting." he replied.
I could tell that the little wheels of imagination were spinning in his head at this point. That and I noticed he glanced down at my tits. Not that I really minded much, when you're chesty like me, it's something that happens every two seconds around guys so you just get used to it. I wondered what he was thinking–most likely if I liked to have a guy fuck my tits, I thought. Practically every guy I'd been with since my sexual awakenings at college had done exactly that or at least tried to at some point. I imagined he was probably picturing something like me on my knees tittyfucking some hot guy in a club bathroom stall while a friend played look-out.
Oh, if he only knew that was something I actually did two months earlier! I figured I would maybe share that story with him sometime, but this was the first time we talked in what seemed like forever. I didn't want to make him think I was a completely trashy weird-o! The story spinning would come later, I was sure, especially since it seemed like we were going to be great friends.
So we got to talking about the 2 week trimester break coming up and what plans we had. We both were heading back home for our subsequent "family time", and both agreed on the fact that we weren't looking forward to it. I had my vacation plans to go to Ft. Lauderdale fall through because of money woes. Trevor was in the same situation, no extra money for a fun vacation. But again, he started to steer the conversation into what crazy stuff I would have done had I been able to go.
"You probably entered one of those wet t-shirt contests I bet," Trevor teased with a wink.
"Oh God no!" I snapped back. "You're way off on that one!"
It actually was my best friend Georgia who entered one in Cancun last year when we were there. I don't think they're much fun to tell you the truth, plus it's honestly demeaning towards women in my opinion. It's a self-esteem thing. I don't need a crowd of screaming guys whooping it up for me to appreciate my sexual power. It's not my type of thing, so I didn't enter.
I shifted the conversation back to the upcoming break.
"So do you have a car here?" I asked him. "Because we should seriously make the trip home together, you know? It'll be fun, my parents won't have to come down and pick me up, plus then we can split the gas money."
"You know, that's a great idea. I really, really hate making that long-ass trip home by myself. It would be stupid for the two of us to drive separately when you think about it," Trevor agreed.
We quickly decided on a travel plan–he would pick me up Friday around 1 p.m. after he got done working at the front desk of his dormitory and we would make the 10 hour trip home together. After our great conversation at the coffee shop, I knew it would be a good trip. I also knew in the back of my head that he would no doubt be grilling me with questions about my wild times since we'd last seen one another.
At around 1:30 p.m. on Friday, I met Trevor out front of my apartment all packed and ready for the long trip ahead. It was pretty warm already, and I'd dressed appropriately. I threw on a plain white halter and my most comfortable jean shorts. I hoped that I wasn't dressed too teasingly, as my tits were sort of on display in the halter. But then again, it really doesn't matter what sort of top I wear–when your boobs are big, there's just not much you can do about it. Trevor showed up in comfortable clothes as well, wearing sweats and what we all around here call a "wife-beater", or a tight,white tank top shirt. We got everything packed up in his Dad's Cadillac in no time and were on our way home.
The first couple hours on the interstate were spent chatting about school, what we liked and disliked about it, what classes we'd taken, and our majors. I am a psychology major and I found out that he was thinking about switching to psychology from a communications major. We both agreed we were pretty intelligent people and complemented each other on it.
After awhile we stopped at a rest stop to use the bathroom and get some extremely overpriced snacks. Trevor asked if I minded driving for awhile, so I became pilot for the next segment of the trip. We both got comfortable and started conversing again. It wasn't long before Trevor started in with the curious line of questioning he had started at the coffeehouse.
"So you make it sound like you've changed quite a bit since high school, Elise. I never would have guessed you'd turn into a party girl! Especially the type of girl who doesn't feel all that weird about doing the 'hook up' thing out on the bar scene," Trevor stated.
"Well, I guess I finally got over a lot of my hang-ups in life. Like I said before, I'm just having fun while I can, you know? So when the opportunity to do something fun arises and I feel like going for it, I do just that."
"Right on," Trevor replied, "That's really cool, honestly. More people need to have that sort of attitude; the world would be a lot more fun and quite a bit less closeted. You know what I'm saying?"
"Exactly! I just figure that unless I take advantage of the present I might not get a chance to do a bunch of fun things. I don't want to regret missed opportunities when I get older," I explained.
"So what sort of 'fun things' and 'opportunities' have you taken advantage of then, hmmm?" Trevor asked me, smirking slyly.
I knew what he was getting at, but asked, "Are we talking sexually or what then?"
"Whichever... it's up to you if you want to take it that route," he answered with another mildly masked smart-ass smile.
I laughed, "Of course that's the route you want me to take! Such the typical guy! Ok, ok, ok...what do you want to know exactly then? I guess I'll share." I was as equally curious about his experiences, but thought it'd be fun to give him the opportunity to inquire first.
"Well, I want to know what one of the wildest sexual situations you've gotten into is." he inquired, adding, "I mean it can't be THAT outrageous! And spare no detail, because you're right, I AM a typical guy sometimes!"
"Trevor, Trevor, Trevor... you really have no idea! But ok, you have to ask specific questions otherwise this will be completely one sided. I'm not just going to blab on and on about how freaky I can be without making you work for it a little," I replied with a smile.
Trevor chuckled, "Ok, you're right, let's see...all right, have you ever had sex or oral sex out in a public place before?"
