"Well Becky, sounds like you had a pretty wild night," Charlotte remarked, with a big wicked grin on her face.
My heart dropped, I knew that Rich had been unhappy about the way I had kissed him with my mouth full of his own cum, but I couldn't believe that he had already gone and blabbed it all round the college.
"What has that tosser been telling everyone?" I asked her, looking round the deserted bar to see how many other people might over hear us.
"Well I hear you have a serious cum fetish thing going on, I mean facials, snowballs, gosh, wow, I had no idea. I bet you have suddenly risen straight to the top of the list of the girls that any of the guys want to go home with after a dance. Well except for the cum swapping bit that Rich described as the most gross thing of all time. I did think he was out of order though, blabbing it in the middle of the bar," she giggled like a schoolgirl, obviously thinking about what I had been up to.
"What a bastard, how can he tell everyone that, now everyone is going to think I am such a slut, he doesn't have any right to tell people that, I mean it is different for him," I looked around the bar, wondering if people were already looking over at me judging me, imagining me with my mouth sucking Rich's cock.
So I did not exactly become a hermit after the ball, but I did definitely stay away from the bar and was not seen at parties or dances that term. Even then when I was going around the college I still saw guys looking at me with cheeky grins, obviously wondering what their chances were with me.
In the meantime, I worked hard and topped all the grade sheets and tests. Perhaps my class mates might have heard about my evening with Rich, but soon the thing that they knew me for was that I was thrashing them whenever we were compared.
Eventually however I decided that I didn't really care anymore, it is true that time heals wounds and I started to look back on the evening with a more measured view. The fact was that I had actually enjoyed the whole thing at the time, had revelled in sucking his cock, had loved tasting him and had really gloried in him pleasuring me with his mouth.
I also started to lust after sex again, I had been badly hurt by Rich's betrayal but after a month or two of nothing other than self-induced orgasms, I once again started to look forward to finally fucking a guy for the first time.
I had lusted after Andy at first but had slowly got bored with him coming to terms with my attraction, then I had had my moment with Rich, but I think neither of us were considering that our relationship had a future.
I had also spent a lot of time working out, I had become a regular runner round the campus, ideally early in the morning when there were only other runners out there. I had passed a lot of time at the gym on the weights and running machines and the result was that I really looked better than ever before. My stomach was flatter and my arms and legs were lean and firm, my tits seemed super firm although really beautifully rounded.
After a few weeks of this renaissance in my sexual desire, I decided it was time to take some action, to rectify the situation. I signed up to a few university societies and spent a little more time in the bar after some of the events. There were a couple of guys that I had developed a bit of a thing with, mostly smiles and flirting, not anything major. They both obviously fancied me a bit, and I had no reason to think that either of them knew anything about my previous entanglements.
It was late in the evening after one of these events that I realised that Andy was sitting in the corner of the bar with some friends of his. I had not seen much of him since the incident at the beginning of term and I realised that I had completely got over the feelings that I had had for him. I could look at him now with no unrequited yearning, he was just another guy. I even wondered whether he hadn't rather let himself so, a bit fatter round the middle.
One of the guys that I had taken a shine to, Nic was sitting in the bar with me, we were chatting about the piano pieces that we had been studying in the music block nearby. We were both decent pianists, not brilliant, but capable enough to make our way through some four-hands arrangements of some nice Beethoven. I adjusted my head so I could see across the bar, and saw Andy glance over at me several times, perhaps wondering what I was up to.
Nic was still engrossed in the conversation and had not noticed that my attention was wandering, I re-focussed on him and kept eye contact, giving every impression that I was hanging on his every word, while wondering half the time what it would be like to take him back to my room. Fortunately it was a mild evening and the bar was quite warm enough for me to take off the woollen cardigan that I had been wearing. I hadn't intended to disrobe this much earlier in the evening, and was only wearing a tight white vest underneath together with a sheer white bra.
Nic looked decided surprised when I was suddenly siting there in front of him with a deeply low cut vest on, I watched his eyes wander down from my eyes, alighting on the gaps between my breasts, perhaps studying the edges of my breasts covered only in a thin light mesh. We continued discussing the relative merits of Mozart and Beethoven, although I think that his arguments were less well considered as he too considered what it would be like to take me back to his room.
I went to the bar and got us both a couple more drinks, it was quite late in the evening and guys being guys, there were plenty of sets of eyes tracking me across the room, drinking in my cleavage. Studying the lines of my tits, I could feel my nipples hardening at the attention.
"Hello Becky," a voice greeted me out of nowhere.
Out of the blue, I was confronted by Andy standing at the bar. He must have got up at the same time as me and followed me, to where I was waiting for my drink to be served. He too glanced down at my breasts as I looked up to his head.
"Hey Andy, what's going on?" I asked.
"Oh same old. Haven't seen you around much," he observed, as if nothing had happened between us.
"Well I didn't want be around much for a while, I had a couple of bad experiences and decided to make myself scarce," I glared at him, intent on making him aware of my views.
Unbelievably, he tried to put his hand on my shoulder at this instant, trying to re-kindle the physical relationship he had so obviously rejected. I shrugged him away, discarding his hand from my shoulder.
"Look Becky, I am really sorry about what happened before, I thought afterwards that I was wrong, and you know, if you have any interest in me at all. Well, I would love to see where it could lead to," he commented with a slightly pleading air.
"Fuck off Andy," I replied with a characteristically eloquent turn of phrase.
I saw his face drop quickly, realising that I really did mean it when I was rejecting him. He had obviously been harbouring a dream of re-kindling our relationship.
