Copyright © September 2017 by CiaoSteve
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This is a work of fiction. The events described here are imaginary; the settings and characters are fictitious and are not intended to represent specific places or living persons.
Author's Notes
Foreword #1 : All sexually active characters in this series are over 18
Foreword #2 : This is a story and intended as such. It is not intended to be a realistic depiction of relationships and first time sex.
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Does being blonde make me a bimbo?
Does a love of sex make me a nympho?
Does putting it around make me a whore?
Does putting myself first make me selfish?
Does taking my opportunities make me devious?
Do all of these together make me a scheming, manipulating bitch?
I never used to be like this. In fact, before university, I was the shy girl next door. The girl who always dressed properly, who never said or did anything out of turn and, most of all, the girl whose shoulder you would turn to when you needed to cry . . . little miss reliable. They say though that university is as much about finding yourself as it is about the studies themselves. And
boy
did I find out about myself. I would never have seen it cumming, excuse the pun, but the girl who entered university was a mere shadow of the one who left.
My name's Julie and this is the story of how the girl next door grew up and took on the world.
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Roll back a few years and here I was, a few months from my eighteenth birthday picking up exam results. I'd lived my whole life for this one day, dedicating myself to study ahead of the normal activities that girls of my age went for. The day had come at last and here I stood, brown envelope in hand. At my side was Bella. We'd been friends for years having grown up together in the same neighbourhood.
You could say though that we were chalk and cheese in more ways than one.
APPEARANCE : I was tall and slim with wavy shoulder-length blonde hair and the only real curves being around the hips and up top. Yes, for more or less a beanpole I did have a rather attractive pair of full breasts. Bella though was shorter and curvier, dark hair cascading down beyond her shoulders and melons rather than breasts.
STYLE : I would always dress in a rather conservative fashion. My body was mine and not intended to be a piece of eye candy. Bella on the other hand lived by the adage that if you've got it then flaunt it. She dressed to impress and, whilst still maintaining a level of decency, left little to the imagination.
ATTITUDE : For me it was all about study. What was it my parents always said . . . "you won't go anywhere without a good education." And so it was, I dedicated my youth to this day. Bella though lived life for today as you never know what comes tomorrow. For me it was libraries and books. For her it was parties and boys.
What is it they say about opposites attracting? Well, here was proof. We shared little in common yet had been best friends forever for many years. We'd even applied to the same university, needless to say for different courses, as this was no reason to break the friendship. All we needed now were the correct grades inside our little brown envelopes.
I went first, holding my breath as I tore the top open. I glanced inside. A, A, B. It was enough. Julie was heading for university, a course in Business to look forward to. I didn't celebrate though, just in case Bella hadn't made it. I looked on as she slowly tore open her own enveloped. There was a nervous tension as I watched her peer inside, a tension broken only by a beaming smile as she read the results. A, C, C. OK, not as high as my own but equally enough for her course in Film and Creative Media. I smiled back and we hugged closely, overjoyed with the fact that we had at least another three years together.
The summer came and went. Bella had turned eighteen by the time we packed up and set off on life's next journey. I on the other hand still had a couple of months to wait before reaching that milestone myself. A milestone which would turn out to be the start of the rest of my life.
We settled into university life. It was quite different to what we were accustomed to but we were soon getting used to it. We were staying on campus in accommodation designed for two persons and, as luck would have it, we had been allocated the same flat to share. For university digs it was rather upmarket with its own en suite shower room as well as the two beds and a study area.
Finally my big day came. It was a Saturday. My parents came up for the day and we celebrated no differently to anyone else. A meal, unwrapping of presents and the like. The only strange thing though was that I hadn't seen Bella at all that day. She had made some excuse about leaving space for family but deep down I had been a little disappointed. Had she really decided not to bother with my birthday? Why was she being so secretive?
Day over and parents departed, I returned alone back to the flat. The lights were off and the room rather dark. I fondled for the switch and turned on the lights. What a surprise. On the desk was a cake, bottle of champagne on ice and a couple of glasses. Smiling back though was Bella, dressed only in her nightshirt.
"Happy Birthday Darling Jules," she said before moving over and giving me a big hug.
Bella reached behind, stretching her arms out and managing to push the door shut.