I didn't have a charmed life- it wasn't easy all the time, but others had it worse. I just kept telling myself it was all part of a bigger plan.
I never new my biological male donor. My mom had a brief fling her freshman year of college and never saw him again. When she started dating the man I would call "Dad" she didn't know she was pregnant, but he loved her and me like his own.
When I started college I was 4 foot 10 inches, 95 pounds, fair skinned with tiny breasts, almost no hips and strawberry blonde hair that had more orange than strawberry in it. My only assets were my striking emerald eyes and cream-like complexion.
Confidence was not a strong point of mine either.
My junior year of high school, Dad- a firefighter- died in the line of duty. Mom checked out for a time and my brother David and I tried our best to hold the family together, foregoing our own grief. Eventually Mom got the help she needed, and I decided after a semester of college I would become a guidance counselor after a short required stint as a teacher.
Mom got the help she needed through a counselor and David and I were helped by the guidance counselor at school. And I also had one really good girl friend. Not the kind you are thinking or hoping for though.
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Stacy and I were high school friends from a small Iowa town and went to the University of Northern Iowa together. A mix up with registration kept us from being assigned as roommates but everything is part of the plan. My roommate's name was Jill and Stacy's roommate was Tina. Tina was from Ames, home of Iowa State University and Jill was from a suburb of Minneapolis.
Tina had a twin brother at ISU named Timothy and the four of us went down for the UNI/ISU football our freshman year, about 3 weeks into our semester. Her brother lived off campus but was a member of a frat that was know for epic parties, and the four of us went down, planned to crash there, drink, dance, and maybe get lucky.
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For some reason Tim wanted his roommate to hook up with Tina, but they never really connected. Not sure why- Tina has dark hair, sultry and appears to be about 25, and can turn any guy's head, as well as many ladies' heads. But Andrew didn't seem overly interested in her. He danced with us all from time to time, but nothing really happened.
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6 weeks later we all headed down for Halloween- a great excuse to act slutty and dress even sluttier. I could dress the part, but thanks to poor timing, I wasn't going to get to third base. We met the guys at their place, did a couple of shots, and Drew seemed to be really into me. I had blonde pigtails, a light blue dress, white stockings and a cane that was supposed to be a shepherd's crook. It really made no sense, but I looked cute.
"So, Little Bo Peep? You look... really good," Drew said. But he was downright sexy, dressed as a Greek god.
Playing off my name I retorted, "Not quite, maybe 'Heidi Ho'?" I purred, instantly realizing I would not be a "ho" tonight. Maybe in a day or two. "So, are you 'Pajama Man' or what?" I teased.
"Zeus!" he protested. "The 'God of Thunder', the 'King of Lightning'!"
"I thought Gene Simmons was the 'God of Thunder'," I quipped.
"Oh. My. GOD! You are awesome! I love you!" he replied. KISS is my favorite band!"
We talked about music, guitars and other things, holding hands on the way the the "Fraternity House"- we had been admonished for referring to it as a "frat" or even "frat house".
We danced together all night long- fast, slow, however we wanted, we didn't care. Even though the barroom was hot and loud and it smelled of cheap, stale beer, sweat and smashed pumpkins, we didnt notice anything but each other.
Finally it was time to leave.
"Do you... want to go back to... your place?" I asked. I was nervous. I really liked Drew and he seemed to really like me. Neither one of us had had much to drink, so it wasn't alcohol fueling our hormones and poor decisions.
"Sure," he said, almost a croak, but yet confident.
On the 2 block walk, I rested my head on his side as he wrapped his left arm around me. Damn biology! I wanted this soooo bad, but it was probably out of reach. We could probably have sex in the shower or something, but no matter what, it was going to be messy.
"Drew," I said, almost a whisper. "There's something I should tell you."
I probably should have lead off with I was technically an intercourse virgin who popped her own cherry with a toy and the only experience I had was Senior Prom- I gave my date a handjob, he roughly handled my small breasts but I wouldn't let him finger me and on Monday he told everyone he fucked me and I was no good. Then David kicked his ass. But that could wait.
"Okay," he said.
"Today- this week- is not good for what you- what I, what we both want. I'm sorry. I can- we can do other things, but..." I started, nervous, feeling like a fool and a whore and a cock tease all at once.
But then he responded, " Can you kiss?"
"Yes," weakly I replied.
"Can you snuggle up on the couch next to me?"
"Yes," I said, with more confidence.
"I think we will be just fine," he said.
At this point I was willing to do anything and I think he was, too.
We hit his front door, slamming it open into the wall and then kicking it shut with another slam. I dont know if I was a great kisser, but I felt a surge of confidence and went for it, exploring his mouth with my tongue.
His hands started at my costume and I started getting the sheet/ toga off his body, which was surprisingly difficult. But when I did and it fell to the floor, he was naked underneath.
"Oh you naughty, naughty god!" I said.
Only having ever seen this online and asking Tina about it once, I decided Zeus's sword was going into my mouth. As long as I didn't bite it off, I figured he wouldn't complain.
"Oh, Heidi..." he moaned. His cock was about as big as my arm. I'd seen bigger on the internet, but keep in mind, I'm not even 5 foot tall and weigh less than 100 pounds. But the tip-the head, glistned and was almost purple. It's one eye looked right at me, and I slowly grabbed the middle of its length, barely getting my hand around it, and them I guided it into my mouth.
I licked and sucked it like it was a lollipop and used one and sometimes both hands to stroke and twist it. I don't know how long it is supposed to take, but it seemed like only seconds- but was probably about 5 minutes- he told me he was going to cum.
I didn't know what swallowing would be like, so I pulled it out, opened my mouth, closed my eyes and aimed it at my mouth.
Good thing my eyes were closed. Some ended up in my hair, on my chest, but I put it in my mouth and swallowed a little bit, too. Hopefully he liked it, because I kind of wanted to do it again.
At this point, his knees buckled and he lowered himself onto the couch.
"Oh Heidi, that was... I've never had... Wow!" was all he could gasp out. I knew he liked it.
"My turn," he said.
He slowly and unsurely went to remove my bra, exposing my "Capital A" breasts. They were so small, and I was embarrassed. I was afriad he would negatively judge me.
"Sorry they're so small," I whispered.
"They're PERFECT!" he said, and kissed both of them, not knowing or not caring that some of his cum was still on my chest.
He was so gentle, and so much better than my prom date, and my nipples got so hard and pokey- more aroused than I had ever seen them before.
But I had never been this turned on before.
"Please," he asked, lightly tugging the waistband of my "period panties" as I referred to the ones I wore during this week.
I nodded, and he slowly pulled them down, and as they got below both knees I pulled my left leg up, removing that leg first, then my right. In doing so, my my legs were spread and I instantly knew he could see the blue string peeking out of my pussy.
I was embarrassed.
But he didn't hesitate.
"You're beautiful," he sighed.
I always thought I looked like- well, not a woman. Small tits, a whisp of light, fair hair in my panties, barely any hips, big glasses and braces.
But the glasses and braces were gone, my chest went from an "A minus" to "Capitol A" or even a B cup in one brand of bra. And Andrew was in awe and ready to worship me.
He stroked my legs, rubbed my chest and slowly, torturously explored my entire body. Thank God I had flawless skin!