My name is Katelyn but I usually go by Kitty. I'm in my late 30s now but when I was 18 and in my first year of college, I earned myself another nick name, Kit Kat. This is the 5th chapter of my memoirs from that time. Luckily, I recorded the details of the events in a diary which I use to keep when I was younger. I had to add some prose and dialogue of course to make the stories more readable.
I wanted to start this chapter by giving more background information on myself. I 'm white of course with dark brown hair which I keep at shoulder length. I am 5'6" and I use to weigh about 130 lbs. Growing up in a small Canadian city, I didn't have much contact with black people. I didn't lead a sheltered life but in terms of fashion and culture, we were a bit behind. I certainly wasn't behind in terms of sexual experience though. My first boyfriend introduced me to oral sex because I didn't want to lose my virginity at the time since I was only 15. Needless to say I loved having my pussy eaten. In fact that was the only way I had orgasms other than masturbation. At first, I learned to give oral sex to reciprocate but I quickly grew to love sucking cock too. The boys would beg and plead for it and would squirm in ecstasy while I sucked their cocks. Having that kind of power over them was intoxicating. My first boyfriend would always warn me when he was going to cum and he taught me to keep stroking his cock right through his orgasm. Seeing his cum spurt out of his penis and feeling the warm fluid run down my hand gave me such a thrill. I eventually gave up my virginity to my first boyfriend to celebrate my sweet sixteenth birthday. It was disappointing to say the least. I was nervous and he didn't last very long. In total, I had three boyfriends during high school of different durations. The sex did get better and the fucking was fun, but I found I enjoyed the oral sex the most. It was also much easier to cover up if we were interrupted by my parents. I grew to love sucking cock so much that I let my last boyfriend convince me to start letting him cum in my mouth before spitting it out. In addition to my three boyfriends, there were almost a dozen other boys who I hooked up with at parties for oral sex when I wasn't going steady.
My best features were my tits and my long legs. I admit I am no beauty but I made up for it by dressing in tight clothes and short skirts. Wearing hosiery was preferred over bare legs when I was growing up during the 80's. The high school I attended also had a dress code which required girls to wear pantyhose or tights with the school uniform. I grew up wearing pantyhose almost every school day. There are many women who hate pantyhose, but for me, wearing pantyhose or tights feels normal. It is also very practical during the cold Canadian fall and winters. I also developed an intense pet peeve about panty lines as a result of some vicious teasing during high school. Thongs were not around back then and going without underwear, or 'commando', did not seem like an appropriate option. Wearing pantyhose with a built in cotton gusset seemed like the perfect solution for me. I grew so accustomed to wearing pantyhose, I usually wear them with jeans and pants too. About the only time I wear panties is on very hot summer days.
I broke up with my third and last boyfriend after graduation because I was moving to Toronto to attend college. We both knew our relationship wasn't that serious to keep up a long distance romance. So when I started my freshman year, I had clean slate to work with. I hooked up with a few boys for oral sex during frosh week parties but didn't fuck anyone until Mark in chapter one. That was the beginning of a new me but I didn't realize it at the time.
Sunday morning, I awoke feeling a little sore but thoroughly satisfied. I showered, dressed and went for a late breakfast. It was laundry day and I decided to get it out of the way early. As I separated my delicates, I discovered how big a tear Mark made in my new pantyhose from last night. They were quite expensive and I was hoping I could somehow salvage them but they were ruined after only one wear. I loaded up the machine with the regular load before hand washing my hose and lingerie. Back in my room, I was laying out my delicates to air dry when the phone rang.
"Hello?" I answered.
"Hi Kitty, I wanted to apologize for last night." Even though he didn't say who it was, I recognized Brian's voice.
I replied angrily, "You mean for standing me up."
"I kept calling you all afternoon but nobody answered." Brian tried to explain. I remembered that I went out shopping during that time.
"You should have kept trying. I was shopping for an outfit to impress you." I continued tersely. I wanted him to know what he missed.
"I tried again when I got home around ten but you must have gone by then." Brian then continued, "I hope you and Maggie still had a good time."
"Maggie couldn't make it either but at least she left a note." I continued my bitter tone, "I only went to the party to see you."
"I'm really sorry Kitty, I would have gone if I could." Brian sounded genuinely sincere.
"Well, what else was so important then?" I asked.
"Didn't Mark tell you?" Brian asked in return.
"Tell me what?"
Brian replied "I broke my leg in the game. I was stuck in the hospital for hours."
A huge wave of guilt crashed over my superiority bringing me down several pegs. I was too flustered to respond.
After a long pause, Brian spoke "Kitty? Are you still there?"
It was now my turn to be humble "I'm sorry Brian, are you okay? I mean how's your leg?"
"The doctor put a cast on. He said I'll need it for about six weeks."
