Swimming always eased Jessica's mind. On the day of every major test she ever took, she would take an early morning swim in the university pool before putting in one more cramming session at the library. Today was no different. Jessica had a midterm in biology and she was extremely stressed out even though she felt well prepared.
Jessica arrived at the pool around 6:30. When swimming season was not going on, the pool is typically abandoned at this hour and she had the whole room to herself. There was something extremely peaceful and soothing to Jessica about calmly cutting through the water with no one watching her. She enjoyed the sound of the repetitive splash of her rhythmic strokes as her hand dipped into the pool and her legs kicked behind her.
She was in the pool for about 45 minutes; mostly swimming laps but occasionally taking a few minutes just to relax and float in the water. When she got out, Jessica couldn't have felt better. Her muscles were loose and her mind was lucid. She headed to the locker-room to shower and get dressed to go to the library. When she got to the door to the girls locker-room it was locked. This was not a surprise, since they often locked up the girl's room when no one was around to prevent perverts from setting up cameras or hiding in the lockers, but it was an obstacle none the less. Her hair smelled of chlorine and she needed a hot shower to clear her sinuses.
She decided to head for the boy's room on the opposite side of the pool, which was always open. To be honest, the facilities in there were nicer anyways and odds were that she wouldn't run into anybody in there at 7:15 in the morning. She grabbed her gym bag with her street clothes and cautiously entered the locker-room.
When Jessica had determined that the coast was clear, she set her bag down on a bench and peeled off her one piece bathing suit and let it fall to the ground. Part of the reason that Jessica liked the privacy of the indoor pool was that her body often drew a lot of attention. When she chose to swim at the more popular outdoor pool, the boys would gawk at her beautifully shaped D breasts. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't really blame them.
Her tits were young and perky, but with a slight natural sag that proved that they weren't bought. They bounced effortlessly as she moved about. Her nipples were rose colored and about the size of a half dollar piece. In the cold air, she could feel them hardening. She walked over and turned the shower on.
As she waited for the shower to heat up, Jessica examined her finely trimmed bush that had been waxed with the exception of a narrow landing strip above her slit. Unconsciously, she felt her hand slide down and begin rubbing her pussy lips as she watched herself in the mirror. Her second hand came up and started to massage her breasts. She realized, as she stood there admiring herself, how horny she was.
Although she had a stunning body and a very cute face, Jessica was in the theater crowd in high school and thought of by everyone as a bit of a geek. Jessica had only been laid once, and that was the summer before freshman year. Her and her friend Mark were both virgins at the time and they had made a pledge to take each other's innocence so that it wouldn't just happen randomly with some stranger at college. Mark had convinced Jessica that they would take care of each other and it would only serve to strengthen their friendship. He said that it would be a onetime thing that they wouldn't tell anyone about. Jessica knew it was a cheap ploy at the time, but Mark was a nice guy and she didn't want to go to college a virgin. Plus, she had no idea how bad Mark would be!
She thought back to that night. Mark brought a bottle of red wine over to her house and the two of them had gone down to her basement to watch a movie. About halfway through the movie, as the bottle was reaching its end and Jessica was wondering if Mark had wimped out, he made his move. Mark leaned in and gently kissed his best friend. She kissed him back and pulled him close. It was the first time she had kissed a boy outside of spin the bottle. She remembered pushing her tongue into his mouth and making out for what seemed like twenty minutes. She could feel his erection pressing up against her leg as they tied tongues. She could tell he was trying to hide his arousal, but his member just became harder and harder. Finally, after twenty minutes of making out and poking her in the leg with his boner, Mark made another move and cautiously caressed her tits. When she offered no objection, Mark had become more confident and squeezed her plump melons. Then, without warning, the situation quickly escalated. The wine had gone to Jessica's head and before she knew it, Mark had removed his own shirt and unbuttoned her blouse. She recalled how he broke off their kiss and had begun to drool over her ample cleavage. It was at this moment that Jessica had truly realized how sex changed people. It was as if she had complete control over Mark.
She remembered pushing him back onto the couch and standing up before him. She shrugged her blouse off her shoulders and unzipped her skirt from the back. As the skirt fell to the ground, she could feel Mark's eyes burning over her nearly naked body. His jaw was so wide open it was nearly on his chest. She reached back, undid her bra, and let the lace material fall to the floor. Jessica could recall Mark's unintelligible babbling as he got his first glimpse of her glorious tits. "I think, um, I really think that, um..." Mark said as he searched for smooth words. "They're, um, really nice Jessica," he managed. He was practically shaking out of nervousness as she got closer to him. When she was standing no more than 2 feet in front of him, she had hooked her thumbs on the waistband of her thong and brought the flimsy material to the ground. She had shaved for the occasion and she stood before Mark as he admired her bald pussy. He was speechless.
Jessica knew that she had to take it from there. She knelt before Mark and inched her way in between his legs. Even in jeans, Mark's erection was undeniable and sticking straight up in the air. She touched the underside of her hand to his boner as she went to undo his pants. Mark was breathing heavy as she undid the button and unzipped his jeans.
"Oh, Jessica, I have, ah, I've waited so long," she recalled Mark words as she pulled down his jeans.
"Me too, Mark," Jessica had offered insincerely. She remembered just wanting to get it over with at that point. In his nylon underwear, Jessica could now see the rigid outline of Mark's stiff cock. The thin material left very little to the imagination. She remembered thinking at the time that it was smaller than she expected. She hadn't had any sexual encounters prior to that night, but she had watched porno and Mark's penis was small even by amateur standards. When she removed his underwear she saw her first penis in the flesh. Mark's raging boner was an unimpressive 3 ½ inches long. On the up side, his pubes were trimmed and his circumcised cock was clean besides the gooey pre-cum that was forming at the tip.
