As I lay in bed staring at the ceiling, I couldn't help but to think about how pathetic my life had turned out. Nineteen years old, a sophomore in college, and still a virgin; I masturbated, of course, but I had never even kissed anyone. It wasn't that I couldn't find someone to have sex with, I was gorgeous, long light brown hair with blonde highlights and long bangs that I always wore brushed to the side, 5'7, 120 pounds, full, luscious lips, and 36DD's, but the thing that really made people notice me were my eyes, I had these piercing, hazel eyes, everyone I came across whether it be a perfect stranger or an old friend said that I had the most beautiful eyes they had ever seen.
My father was a Baptist minister, and up until the time I graduated high school and moved away to attend Duke University, I had lived a very sheltered life. My father would have died and rolled over in his grave had he known that his innocent, little girl hid sex toys in her bedside table or even worse that she was looking for just the right person to give her precious flower.
And was I ever ready to give it away. I didn't just want to give it to anybody; I wanted it to be special. I also wanted to be safe, that's why I had already gone to the doctor to get birth control so I would be prepared when Mr. Right finally came along. I had goals, I wanted to be a surgeon, and while I wanted kids one day, I didn't want anything to get in the way of my dreams.
I looked over at the clock. "4 am and I'm still not asleep", I thought.
I looked around the room trying desperately to fall asleep, when I saw the stuffed tiger sitting in my chair, and my thoughts switched to him. Johnny had won that tiger for me on our date the night before, we had gone to the carnival, and I remembered how badly I had wanted him to lean over and kiss me while we were riding the Ferris wheel, and then again when he dropped me back off at my dorm room, but instead he put his arm around me, or held my hand, or kissed me on the cheek.
Johnny was gorgeous. He looked like he had jumped straight off the pages of an Abercrombie and Fitch catalog. He had medium-length, dark, brown hair, and chocolate, brown eyes. He had a 6'3 muscular frame and knew exactly the right clothes to wear. He had a beautiful singing voice and played the guitar, he was the lead singer of a rock band that played in a local club on Friday and Saturday nights. He was the sweetest guy I had ever met and I felt as if though I could talk to him about anything. He wanted to be a surgeon as well, and we had met in our anatomy class at the beginning of that year. He walked through the door and our eyes met, it was the closest thing to love at first sight that I have ever experienced. He sat down beside me and we introduced ourselves.
"Hi, my name is Johnny Dean."
"Nice to meet you Johnny, my name is Lily Thomas."
We soon realized that we had every class together, and from that point on we were inseparable. He completely respected that I was a virgin, we had been going out for months and he hadn't even tried to kiss me. We would go out every night, and I always went to watch his band play on Friday and Saturday nights. I knew that I was falling in love and falling hard.
I was ready for him to kiss me; I knew that he was the one that I would give my virginity. As I lay there thinking of what it would be like to kiss him, I began to get that all too familiar feeling of warmth and wetness between my thighs. I slipped my hands under my tank top and began to massage my breasts. I put my finger in my mouth to get it wet and then began to rub my nipples until they were nice and hard. By this time I had a river of juices flowing down my thighs, so I slipped my hand under my pajama pants and thong and began to rub my lips. It felt so good. I slowly eased my finger up and down my slit until I just couldn't take it anymore. I started to flick my clit and then I stated to rub it in a circular motion, my movement became harder and faster, and my breathing became more and more ragged. I had to work hard at suppressing my moans so I didn't wake my roommate. I rubbed my clit as I neared my climax; my legs began to shake as an earth-shattering orgasm pulsated through my body. I scooped my cum up with two fingers and brought them to my lips to lick it off; I loved the way I tasted.
Satisfied, I fell asleep, only to wake up an hour later. I got up showered and shaved my legs. I went to the mirror and dried my hair and did my makeup. I pulled my hair back in a loose pony tail, and decided on wearing my colorful, paisley head scarf. I then went to my closet and put on my lacy white bra and matching thong, and went to work selecting the perfect outfit; I decided on a white vintage t-shirt and a grey skirt, a funky long necklace, and flip flops. I admired myself in the mirror one last time before grabbing my backpack and purse and heading to class.
As I was walking out the door, I saw that my roommate was still asleep and decided that I should wake her.
"Lacey, wake up it's already 7:30."
"Oh Shit."
Lacey jumped out of bed, threw her hair up in a messy bun, slipped on some flip flops, and grabbed her books.
"Aren't you going to change clothes?" I asked.
Lacey was still wearing her blue plaid pajama pants and blue racer back tank top.
"Who the hell has time to change, class starts at 8?"
"Well, aren't you even going to put on a bra?"
"No, my shirt has a bra built in."