My name is Marissa Cassell and I am a Freshmen at Midwestern University. I am 5' 3", 110lbs, with straight shoulder length blond hair, grayish blue eyes, and a very light complexion. I am a 34B, barely and wear a size 6. I am also sexually experienced, not a slut mind you, but I had my fair share of partners in High School and I enjoyed most of them, but always found something a little lacking. But going to college, there was one experience I had yet to try.
I was very bi-curious. In High School whenever I danced with my girlfriends I could feel myself getting warm and wet. I loved holding their hands or hugging them. I also treasured the occasional peck on the cheek or quick kiss from them or with them. But I had never had the opportunity to explore. I wanted to feel another woman, to taste her and her me. I was determined that in College, I would indulge that desire.
Midwestern had a ten-day Freshmen Orientation and started in mid-September unlike so many other schools. The ten-day Orientation was great because it was essentially one giant party without any adult supervision. It was on the first day of this Orientation that I met Sarah.
We both were moving into the same dorm and were attempting to use the same elevator. In the end a compromise was struck and we took our stuff up together breaking up the loads. She lived on the second floor and I the third. Saying that Sarah caught my eye would be an understatement. She was stunning. She was about 5' 6" with curly brown hair down to her shoulders and dark brown eyes. She was slim with perfect round breasts that begged for attention. The tight tube top she was wearing didn't hurt. Her skin was a beautiful tan, almost an olive complexion. I wanted her the moment I saw her.
After I had successfully dragged all my stuff up to my room I began the long slow process of unpacking. As I was arranging some of my clothes in the closet I heard a knock at the door and Sarah asked if she could come in. I welcomed her in and she sat down on the bed watching me unpack. We began to talk about High School, our likes and dislikes. We discovered that we were both avid runners and we both also enjoyed to swim in the winter to cross-train. We also found we enjoyed many of the same novels: Jane Austen and Charles Dickins and music: Martina McBride and Faith Hill. We were fast friends. Before I knew it, three hours had passed, my room was completely organized and we were just sitting on the bed talking.
I offered to help her unpack seeing how she had helped me. She took me up on the offer and we went downstairs to her room. Due to distance, she had brought far less than me and it only took an hour and a half to unpack. Of course, the time passed so quickly as we were both engrossed in conversation. We ended up again, on the bed looking at each other and talking animatedly. Course, we couldn't sit on the bed and talk forever, that, and I was certainly hungry. I asked her if she wanted to go out to find some food, since we had been moving in and un-packing for nearly five hours now. She agreed and we set off down University Place to the small downtown area just off Campus.
As we walked down the street I couldn't help but glance at her and take her in. She was gorgeous. I thought of Mr. Darcy's comment to Elizabeth and Miss Bingley in Pride and Prejudice about a woman being most attractive when walking. Looking at Sarah, I could hardly disagree. We decided upon Panera and moved inside. We both ordered Panini Sandwiches and sat down in the nearest booth.
We continued our conversation where we left off, discussing life in general. I think we were both determined to be the best of friends. Having only known each other for six or seven hours now, that necessitated long conversations to fill us in on everything. We talked about our favorite subjects, movies and actors, our favorite TV Shows, our Clothes and a host of other issues. I don't remember eating my sandwich, but two hours later we left Panera and returned to Campus. We were fast friends. Walking behind her as we crossed the last street into campus, I couldn't help but admire the sway of her body and her tight butt.
When we reached the dorm we went up to our rooms. It was getting late and we were both rather exhausted from the move. When I got into my room, I quickly closed the door. Leaning up against it I took a deep breath. I was so turned on. I could feel that I was turned on, not dripping, but enough. I unbuttoned my jeans and slid my hand in. My hand moved under my panties and I began to touch myself. I gently grazed my outer lips with my finger before sliding in and feeling how wet I was. I couldn't help but think of Sarah. I wanted her so badly. I began to stroke my clit, moving my finger in gentle circles until I brought myself to a powerful, but unsatisfying orgasm.
I awoke the next morning to a knock at my door. Looking at my clock I saw that it was 11:00. I had slept in, but I didn't have anything until a college welcome at 4:00. Throwing on my bathrobe I walked to the door and there was Sarah. She was wearing a black sports bra and tight black running shorts with a red stripe. She asked me if I wanted to run. Of course I did, I quickly changed into some running clothes. I wore a white sports bra with a loose wick away t-shirt along with a pair of blue running shorts.
I was out the door in only ten minutes and off we went. We ran toward the lake (on the East side of Campus) and turned South. We ran for twenty minutes south before turning around and returning to campus. It was great to have a running partner, especially one who turned me on so much. Neither of us said much, content to push the other and determine the others relative strengths and weaknesses. It allowed me more of an opportunity to look at her and I think I saw her looking at me. We broke a good sweat on our run and after a post-run congratulatory hug, we both went up to our respective floors to shower, planning on going to lunch at 2.
In the shower I couldn't get the mental image of her running out of my head. I spent as much time stroking myself to an orgasm as I did washing. When I finally did cum, it was deep and I could feel my whole body tighten. It was wonderful. After showering I returned to my room. I changed into a pair of black thong panties, a matching black bra, a khaki skort and a black button up blouse. I was determined to knock her socks off. I felt like she was looking at me during my room and I hoped she was interested. The least I could do was dress to impress and hopefully determine through observation if she was thinking what I was thinking, or at least something PG-13.
I decided that I was going to find out what she thought this evening. I figured we would spend the evening in one or the other's room, and that would be my opportunity to approach her. Course, my decision didn't deal with how I was going to find out. That I think, was going to be left up to the moment and whatever impulse moved me to do.
The rest of the afternoon past in a blur. She was beautiful. She wore khaki capris and a tight white blouse, she looked delicious. I just remembered we talked for hours at lunch, talked to the President's Welcome Address, ate a quick dinner in the dining hall and returned to the dorm. She asked me if I wanted to come down to her room and I quickly accepted. We both sat down on her Futon and began talking about guys. That conversation inevitably led to sex. It was odd, but before this, despite our hours of conversation, guys and sex had never come up. But now the Elephant was in the room. We were facing each other, our knees bent up on the Futon sideways. Our hands were touching often as we talked and laughed.
