Hope you like this story of my first “out of bounds” sexual experience. Please don’t read it if you are easily offended or don’t like to hear about graphic sexual matters. I consider this to be X-rated, so enjoy if you like X-rated writing. If you don’t, please don’t read any further. Comments, stories or pics are always welcome for me, Lexie, and my husband, Ryan. We can be reached at the link in my name. Happy sex!
A season of change, that’s what the years are for as a girl goes through the transition from high school and dealing with the pimply faced, hormone driven boys, to the adult world of college and the men of college. The games in high school are mostly driven and controlled by the girls. The boys are so sex starved they are willing to do almost anything just for the prospect of sex, or at least a hand job. But in college, that’s where the game changes and the stakes get higher. Somehow, almost miraculously, the boys start turning in to men. Men that have goals and expected careers and are full of themselves and what their lives will be. And the games that women play become much more involved as well.
I grew up in a south Alabama town of less than ten thousand people. It was a sleepy little town filled with warm nights and hot days. My mother had died in a car accident when I was twelve and so I was raised by my father. Although I love my father, losing my mother as I was entering my teen age years made things difficult, especially as I tried to contend and keep up with the girls who were receiving training from their mothers on issues of boys, and sex and groping in the back seat.
Quit naturally, my father pushed me into sports, soccer in particular. Luckily I was good at the game and that made things much more bearable. Being raven haired with dark brown eyes and olive skin, made people think that I was of Native American descent. Although I have some Indian blood, I’m not as Indian as I look. In any event, I grew up chasing the soccer ball down the field, a pony tail with feathers holding my hair back as I sped past defenders and the crowd chanted a war chant.
Between soccer and school, I didn’t have much time for boys. Oh sure, there was the occasional boyfriend that I would pass notes too and tease. I attended the high school dances and went through the rituals of fighting off the boys in the back seat. In retrospect, it wasn’t that I wasn’t interested in sex, or boys for that matter, it was just the way that they came on so hard and fast. They all just wanted to see what they could get. My recollection of the backseat battles were all hands and mouths and rock hard pricks poking me through jeans.
By the time that I got to college, my sexual experiences were few. I was more likely to be friends with boys than be intimate with them, which of course, suited my father just fine. I enrolled in college intent on obtaining a marketing degree, hoping to get in to the advertising game. I went to the University of Alabama and was overwhelmed at the size of the school and all of the people from all over. The workload was considerably harder than high school and I had to buckle down and study.
I lived in the dorms my first year of college. My roommate was a free spirit from Birmingham and was there to escape from her parents and to make up for lost time. She was the original party girl. She partied every night and attended class only when she absolutely had to. As the semester went on, the clothing she wore became more and more gypsy like and she took to wearing collections of bracelets on her arms and braids in her hair. She dabbled in drugs of all types. I know because she offered them all to me.
The dorm cafeteria was a great place to sit and watch people and I am a great people watcher. Over the first few weeks of school, I happened to develop a crush on a set of identical twins, Jeff and Dave that ate regularly in our cafeteria. One of them was also in my freshman geology class. Although I watched them and willed myself to introduce myself to one or the other of them, I was still too shy to do it and I was certain that they hadn’t noticed me. They always seemed to be surrounded by girls.
After the first few weeks of classes, the laboratory portion of our geology classes began. As luck would have it, I was matched up with Jeff as my lab partner. Although I was shy and reserved at first, Jeff gradually brought my personality out. He was so charming and handsome. Jeff , and his twin, were both about six foot two inches and were chiseled from stone. The twins had been star athletes in their hometowns, playing everything from football to basketball to running track. People jokingly referred to them as the Nordic gods. Blonde hair, blue eyes and built like gods, they looked more like Swedish implants than boys from the backwaters of Alabama.
Jeff and I began sitting together in the regular geology class as well. The class was scheduled for the first period after lunch and it was common for the Professor to show long boring movies of rock formations. the combination of lunch and the boring movies made it nearly impossible to stay awake. My first physical contact with Jeff came one day when I had stayed up too late the night before and had eaten a particularly large lunch. By the time the Professor turned off the lights, well, my head started bobbing. Jeff must have been watching me, because he slipped an arm around me and laid my head against his shoulder. Before I knew it, I was fast asleep. I must have slept pretty hard, because I really don’t remember much until I woke up. In my sleep, I had cuddled up inside Jeff’s arms and my hand was resting directly on his crotch. I could feel the huge bulge forming in his pants from my hand resting there and I pretended to stay asleep while I enjoyed the feeling.
After class, Jeff invited me to come over to the fraternity that he and Dave were pledging for a party the following Friday. He told me that they were pledges and would have to serve the members and basically be bus boys until about midnight, but after that they would be free to party. I was invited to come over at whatever time that I wanted and they’d hook up with me after they were done being servants. Like most fraternity parties, the party had a theme and this one was an around the world party. Jeff told me that various rooms throughout the house would have drinks and decorations from different parts of the world, like a Russian room with Russian vodka, or a State of Kentucky room with Jack Daniels whiskey. Not having had a date since I got to college, and given the prospect of drinking with both Jeff and Dave, I quickly accepted.
