Author's Preface:
Everyone in the story is at least 18 years old, and the story is entirely fictional. Any similarities to real people or events are purely coincidental.
These are the stories of Tammy Tatum and her adventures at the University of Texas in Austin. She attended the university from the time she was an eighteen-year-old, naΓ―ve, little girl, until she graduated a twenty-two-year-old woman. Constructive comments are welcome.
My name is Tammy Tatum. The minute I graduated from high school; I started getting ready for college. So, this is technically not a story from my college days. This is a story about my preparations for school.
I had the misfortune of being born in a tiny, conservative town in Texas to controlling, religious parents. The town folk thought of me as a good little church girl and as the smart girl in school. That was until my boobs started growing. Then they thought I couldn't have a thought in my head. It was like people thought my growing boobs sapped my brain power. The bigger the boobs, the lower my IQ. But the folks were wrong. I was still smart after my development and graduated top of my high school class, but people still thought I was an airhead. The funny thing is, they also thought of me as a slut. Nothing could have been farther from the truth. I graduated from high school a virgin. Other than a little kissing and fumbling around in a dark car, I had no sexual experience at all.
I was tired of being that good girl. I turned eighteen-years-old, a month before high school was over, and I was headed to The University of Texas at Austin. I had no intention of going to the big city, a virginal little girl. I was going as a woman.
I began preparing to lose my virginity by ensuring that it would be safe sex. An eighteen-year-old boy could not be trusted to take precautions. I took a forty-mile bus ride to the next town over to get a case of condoms. There was no way that I could buy anything like that in our town. There were no secrets here, and I sure didn't want my parents to find out anything.
The next problem was finding an acceptable guy to do it with. Plenty of boys wanted to have sex with me so that was not the problem. I'm 5' 4" tall and 110 pounds with long auburn hair, a curvy hourglass figure, and big boobs. The boys in school had been trying to get into my pants since my boobs started growing.
I was trying to decide which one of my classmates I was going to give my virginity to. It was not going to be an easy choice. My first problem was that I had known the boys in town all my life, and none of them excited me. Not that excitement was necessary, but it would be nice. I wanted someone who knew what they were doing and could teach me about sex. Most of the guys in town were virgins too and knew less than I did.
My second problem was that I couldn't trust any of them not to brag about it after. If they did, word would get back to my parents. Nothing stays secret in a small town. I was frustrated by the lack of suitable men to choose from.
Then the Johnson's moved in next door.
The Johnson's weren't like everyone else in town. They were not good Baptist and didn't go to church. Mr. Johnson worked with computers and could work from home on the internet. He drove into Ft. Worth once a month for meetings. His wife went with him to shop and to be in the city again for three days. I guessed they enjoyed the hotel sex too. Their house in town was small with thin walls, so they didn't have much privacy.
The Johnson's had a son, Danny. They moved here because of him. He had a few remaining credits to make up before he could graduate from high school. His parents thought he could make them up here. There was a rumor he was kicked out of a private boy's school in Ft. Worth because he was screwing the headmaster's daughter. That alone would not have merited expulsion. It was no surprise to anyone that the headmaster's daughter was screwing around. His daughter had become a wild child after her mother had left them, and he couldn't handle her anymore. She'd slept with many lucky boys at the school. She'd pick at least one guy a semester to have fun with and didn't keep her sexual antics a secret. Danny's problem was that she got pregnant. They weren't positive the baby was Danny's, but sure enough to get him expelled.
It wasn't his first expulsion. Danny was smarter than most. His classes bored him, and he didn't need to study to get good grades. Boredom got him in trouble and the trouble got him a bad boy reputation. He drank, smoked pot, and liked sex. The girls loved bad boys and were dying to go out with him. It didn't hurt that he was tall, muscular, and good-looking. In high school, he matured sooner than the other boys, and that made him extremely attractive to the girls.
I thought Danny was very handsome, but his experience with women made him even more attractive to me. He was the only man my age that had moved to town in my life. He was also the best-looking man I'd ever seen in the flesh. I was drawn to him at once. He was new, dangerous, and experienced. I wanted him to be my first.
He had no reason to brag afterwards because he didn't know anyone, he didn't need any more trouble, and he had nothing to prove. I wanted my first experience with sex to be good, with someone who could control himself, and teach me. Danny was the perfect choice. I had to make it happen, and soon. It wasn't long until I'd be off to college.
He was sitting on the front porch one evening, tossing rocks at a can, and I went over to talk to him. I was a little afraid that he wouldn't be interested in me. I dressed in a low-cut t-shirt that showed off my considerable assets. He noticed and couldn't take his eyes off my boobs.
Danny asked, "What do people do around here for fun?"
I told him, "There's a pond back through the woods where people go to swim." This was Texas in June and people would do anything to get cool.
"Really? I'll go get a swimsuit. I want to check it out."