David was my college boyfriend...
...well, along with a few others, but he was the
last
one.
I had a lot of boyfriends in college (last year of high school too), and I had a lot of fun! In fact, before I started dating David, I was popular with the guys, and I partied a lot in college. Before you judge; yes ... I did graduate ...
cum laude
!
My name is Julie—Jules to me friends! I am five-foot-four, one-hundred-fifteen, and have an impressive C-cup for my petite size. My breasts are high on my chest, perfectly round, and I love showing some part of them in the outfits I wear. I have been told that I am very pretty, with my dark brown hair to just past my shoulders, and chocolate brown eyes.
David is five-eleven, one-seventy-two, sandy-colored hair, and blue eyes. He was a baseball player in high school and college, and hung out with the jocks. He was pre-law, with a major in political science. Dave is a nice guy, and very sensitive. I was attracted by his cute innocent smile!
I know, I know, another vacant broad, right? He also had a clever sense of humor; a quiet intelligence, and keen understanding of irony. In other words, he can a good joke. I like his gentleness with me! He has my heart!
My sweet friend and college roommate Megan, and I experimented quite a bit, like kissing, some intimate touches, and sometimes, oral sex. She is about my size and shape, with lighter brown hair and honey-brown eyes which drive the guys crazy.
We were two horny little bitches back then and occasionally after studying, we would spend the night in my bed or hers. I loved the feeling of her naked breasts, stomach, and thighs pushing up against mine.
I joked to David once, that if I was ever unfaithful, it would be with Megan! He just laughed and asked if he could watch!
She used to sneak guys into our room, and on occasion, I would let one or two of her boyfriend's slip in with me as well, after she fell asleep. They didn't ask, just slid in pulled my panties off, and took me straight on! It was very quiet, and very nice! I said no to all of that after I started dating David though. So, see? For a wanton little slut, I can be very faithful for the right guy!
I even willingly went along with a gang-bang setup for me at a large frat party while in college. All of those lovely young hard cocks lining up to stick themselves into me! Back then I was a little wild, and I loved it! Look, I was just an adventurous red-blooded young woman, so give me a break!
My friend Megan also participated, and I think she had something to do with getting us involved in this ... like a bet she made or something ... not sure! One of the brothers collected twenty bucks a throw, of which we received fifteen and the other five went into the fraternity beer fund ... but I would have done it for free!
We probably ended up doing twenty guys that night! They were nice about acceding to my request for no anal, and no blowjobs (yuck!); just straight sex one at a time. I mean I would willingly do both of those things for a boyfriend or husband, but not at a frat party with that many guys—no way!
So, I just took one dick after another into my little pussy, must have been hours before they were through with us, and they presented us with about three-hundred bucks apiece. A couple of them were quite large, and I thought they would split me in two, but Megan and I both survived. I even let a couple of the cuter ones kiss me as they fucked me.
Mostly that night was something that came out of a too much alcohol, the pulsing-driving music, an evil-whore-bitch girlfriend to talk me into it, and the noisy, throbbing party atmosphere ... very erotic!
David asked me about that gang-bang experience after I started dating him, and I told him
everything
about my past—it's a relatively small college so it got around. David was enlightened about it, and understood that people have pasts, and shared his own with me. He asked if I would ever do that again and I told him I honestly didn't know—I liked it, so maybe. But I really didn't expect that I would be doing it again—not while I am dating him!
We dated all that last year in college, and became very close. I loved him! He proposed to me at a nice restaurant, and didn't try to hide the ring in food, or at the bottom of a wine glass, or any other shit like that. He presented it to me in a little velvet box, and I opened it up, and he took it from me and slid it on my finger and asked me to marry him. No mystery, no theater ... just a straightforward proposal from a straightforward guy!
He was so cute the way he did it, and I teared up and said "Yes, David!" with an emotional hitch in my voice. We set a date well after graduation, and after at least his first year of law school. I majored in merchandise marketing, and landed a job buying fashion merchandise for a big chain of high-end boutiques. David had started law school.
~ ~ ~
My wedding finally arrived, with my Mother helping—fretting really—and driving us all crazy so I sent her out on an errand. Megan was my maid of honor, with a few of my friends and David's sixteen-year old sister, Molly, as bride's maids. Megan was getting me dressed, and when she was through, I said,
"Uh, honey I think you forgot something—I don't have any panties on, just the bustier garters and stockings. Where did you put them?"
"None of us are wearing panties, well, except Molly, David's sister. We all decided to go without them and thought it would be sexy, and just for the feeling of being without them, so my dear, you are going to be saying 'I do!'
sans culotte
!"
"But they are so pretty and lacey!"
"Well you can wear them for him later, or even at the bank on Monday. You can show them to everyone in line if you wish!" We both giggled, and I guessed that I was going to be married without
culotte
, or whatever!"
I moved my thighs together, and had to admit, it felt kind of sexy. I started pulling Megan's dress up,
"Let me see it honey!"
She pulled her dress up to her stomach in front, and she was wearing a bustier with garters too, but her pretty, smoothly shaved pussy was bare! I reached down and slid my finger across her little cunny.
She was as smooth as porcelain, and it felt so nice, I let my finger slide just inside her moist nether lips just rubbing her, as I kissed her. She moaned, as our mouths melted into each other's, in a passionate open-mouthed kiss. If I had a dick, I'd have fucked my pretty friend right there!
My sweet girlfriend and I, sharing our bodies, and tasting each other's little quims over the years. Rainy days ... bored with studying ... things happen! Right now, I am beading up a little, but it feels nice ... squishy ... sexy.
Just then, my Mom came back in, and Megan quickly stuffed my panties into my little silk bag. Mom was fretting about something or other, and making us nervous so I looked at Megan and she said,
"Um, Mrs. Addams, I need to have you look over something for us!" then she took my Mom out to oversee some non-essential task.
I was ready to go except for no French-culotte-underwear thingies. All I had to do now, was to get married, get to the hotel where our wedding reception and my bridal suite was, and be pawed and felt-up by every male friend, uncle, friend-of-a-friend, and every adenoidal twelve-year-old male relative, who had ten bucks to pin to my dress (or hand off to Megan) for a chance to paw me at the 'dollar dance.'
Megan said she would make sure I got the ten dollars from everyone. Thinking of the horrid experience it promised to be, I jokingly told her that I would prefer to charge a hundred or maybe two hundred bucks to whomever had it and let them fuck them instead! She laughed,
"I can arrange that for you darling!" She said matter-of-factly.
"At least we would be able to tell who among our male friends and relatives were 'packing' serious heat!" I laughed.
She laughed hard at that one too. Then I remembered, it was my dear friend Megan who helped to organize my (our) little gang-bang in college! Megan was very pretty and popular with the guys, and she was not too modest to give it up on occasion!
My Dad came in to wish me good luck, I hugged and kissed him with tears in my eyes. The best man Brad, snuck in later and coming up behind me, turned me around and quickly kissed me with his hands on my boobs.
This dress was actually a little too 'boobsy' for my taste, but I guess if there is ever a day to flaunt them, today would be it! I scolded Brad up and down, then grabbed him, kissed him hard and told him to get out! I dated Brad for a while too, but he lost out to David, and was nice enough to step aside.
I was nervous, and Megan came back in after lining up my parents, and getting Daddy ready to walk me down the aisle. I could hear the organist just playing some music to find your f'ing seat by. And Megan was helping to keep me calm ... she was good at it ... she is a good little organizer, clear-headed and decisive!
Finally, there was music that sounded a little more official, it was Pachelbel's cannon, a prelude to the Lohengren wedding march. Megan brought me out to the vestibule of the church, awaiting the final moment. I was nervous again, but didn't have a thought in my head ... what's his name again? Oh yeah, David ... sweet David! Megan gave me final instructions which I forgot as soon as she said them, and she left to line up the wedding party in the front.
I didn't want to look in and see David standing there nervously. Okay, I looked! He was so handsome in his cut-away tuxedo coat, with white tie and carnation. I tucked back, and Daddy was there. My sweet Daddy was always there for me, and he could always calm me down. My hands were sweating.
