I was in college when I first realized that I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I went to an all-girls Catholic highschool growing up and sexuality and expression aren't on the curriculum.
When I moved out and into a dorm with my best friend the whole world began to open up to me. I knew about sex and I'd lost my virginity years previous but it hadn't been enjoyable. I knew I was attractive. At 5'7 and 115 pounds with red hair with a sprinkling of freckles across my nose I'd received a decent amount of attention when I first got to campus.
I started dating a guy named Dillon. I didn't know enough about dating at the time but Dillon was an asshole. He was cute in a bad-boy sort of way and he had a cock that I'd suck to this day for old time's sake. Uncut, eight inches and so thick I could barely get my hand all the way around it. Just thinking about that fat fuck-meat still gets me wet.
Back to the story!
We'd made out a few times and I'd blown him in his car once but we still hadn't had sex. He lived with his parent's off campus and my roommate was a friend of the family and while I still love her, she would have tattled to my parents (who would have shipped me home immediately) if she caught me screwing around in there.
That left his friend Jeff's place. It wasn't the first time that we'd ended up there, making out while three other couples did the same thing. We had all been drinking, neglecting an ungodly amount of homework and fooling around. An end of the week fling to blow off steam.
I had been looking forward to it all week. I still didn't have a very accurate view on sex but I knew that making out made me soaking wet and I'd masturbate when I got home.
We'd played beer pong for a while and then later some poker but the evening was winding down and Jeff put on some music to cover up all the wet smacking sounds and little moans as everyone paired up and began to fool around.
I'd felt self-conscious at first. I'd been told for so long how the natural urges of my body were immoral and needed to be both controlled and hidden away. Doing something so sexual in front of other people seemed like a double dose of sin. I relaxed quickly though when I realized that no one in the room was paying the slightest bit of attention to us.
I sat next to him as he slid his hand up my shirt. I never wear a bra, not out of some hidden bit of sexual rebelliousness, but just owing to the fact that I don't need one. I'm not very gifted in the breast department but what I do have will never need one.
He played with my nipples, pinching them and squeezing my tits as I rubbed his dick through his pants. I was wearing a simple, yellow t-shirt and a pair of tiny shorts that showed off my perky bottom.
By the time he started lifting the edge of my shirt I was probably soaked through the shorts and wanted nothing more than to bury two fingers inside myself and ride an orgasm all the way to that sleepy afterglow. I hesitated at first but a quick glance around the room showed that two of the couples had taken the two bedrooms and were probably happily fucking each others brains out.
Jeff and his girlfriend, Samantha were the only ones left and they were completely engrossed in what they were doing. She straddled his lap brazenly, her skirt draped around his hips and legs and I could hear wet sounds as he licked and kissed her tits. They were on the opposite side of the coffee table as us and I couldn't see anything but her back.
Thus ignored I let Dillon free one of my breasts and suck on the nipple roughly. I stifled at groan at the electric feeling of his mouth on me and gripped a handful of his hair. I didn't even realize that I'd spread my legs at his first lick and he took the opportunity to unbutton my shorts.
They were tight little things and again I had a little rush of fear race through me but no one was looking and my heart was racing at the thought of him touching me there. I let him and it wasn't long before his hand slipped down the front of my shorts and a finger slipped between my swollen and wet pussy lips.
The shorts were so tight and his finger, as it slipped inside me, was still pressed against my clit and I immediately had a shuddering orgasm. I could feel myself locking around his intruding finger and I bit my lip in silence as I had my first orgasm from anyone but myself.
It didn't last long but the wildness of it shocked me. It felt almost reckless and I wanted more. I put my hand between my legs, against the back of his hand and urged him deeper. I couldn't fit my hand down my shorts as well or I'd have added my own finger as well.
Time passed in a slow, pink haze of pleasure and exploration. He had stopped kissing me entirely and was playing with my tits, his dick pressed against my thigh.
I heard a slurping sound that drew my attention and saw Samantha, on her knees in front of Jeff, her head bobbing up and down as she sucked him off. I still couldn't see anything, her body blocked everything but seeing that much was enough to send me through another orgasm. I didn't even realize I'd been staring until I saw that Jeff was watching me too.
While both of my hands were engages he had both of his free though he used one to hold the back of Samantha's head, urging her on. He gave me a small smile and an even smaller wave. I was both mortified and extremely turned on. I wanted to slam my thighs together and spread them wider all at the same time.
It was confusing and I erred on the side of caution. Jeff's head lolled back and his eyes closed again. I pulled Dillon's hand from my pants. "Your turn." I said, quietly. Trying not to disturb Jeff and Samantha.
