All characters in this story are over the age of 18, and no one under the age of 18 is taking part in any sexual activity. It is not endorsed or encouraged by the author.
Jennifer - gamer girl, wears glasses, tiny tits, 5'6", short red hair, wears flannel, white, skinny but proportional, wears converse shoes, sexually curious, brown eyes, oblivious to her own attractiveness.
I'm from a small town in north Texas. The kind of town where everyone knows everyone. They know who you are, who your parents are, where you lived, and who you were dating. My high school was also relatively small as well, a private school with good teachers and a very active PTA. Like a lot of small towns in Texas, ours was primarily southern baptist. It showed in our community, from our schools to our home lives. Christianity shaped our entire lives. In school separation of genders was a big thing, and sex ed didn't exist because sex didn't exist. No one talked about it or brought it up, it was pretty much just ignored. At home, it was a taboo subject that no one cared about. My family is also pretty conservative, pro life, all lives matter, anti immigration. Although, I never understood our family's view on LGBT people and their rights in our society. Since it was never brought up, we never knew or had a stance. Personally, I agreed with a majority of my families ideologies, I was just always curious about the LGBT topic. I guess you could say I was curious about a lot of stuff.
I was 18, and it was time to graduate from this high school, and move on to college. I chose a college close to home that was about as small as my high school, I didn't want to be a part of a 30,000 student body at a major university. I didn't want to be lost in the crowd. Being so close to home, I thought that this college would likely have the same views and values as my home town. I was completely wrong.
This particular college was a fairly lenient institution. We had a lot of freedom to do as we wished. We obviously couldn't drink unless you were 21, but almost everyone you knew had access to alcohol. We could be out as late as we wanted, we had coed dorms, we had unrestricted internet access, and there was even a health clinic with access to free condoms. For someone who lived in a strict household and had an entire town breathing down your neck watching and reporting your every move, this was paradise.
Despite all of this newfound freedom, I still had principles. Drinking, drugs, and sex were prevalent, but it didn't mean that I had to partake. The more things you're exposed to, the more you learn what to indulge in and what to refrain from. I still held onto some of my families attitudes. I think everyone needs to carry over a small piece of their family as they branch out.
I chose to be a general business major, I didn't exactly know specifically what I wanted to do in business. I could do marketing, management, finance, economics, or even accounting. But I started out as a general business major and decided to just try them all out and decide in my 2nd year. I gravitated to business because I might want to start my own company or work a corporate job and travel the country. I know it sounds a bit idealistic but if your dreams don't scare you then they aren't big enough.
I made a few friends in my first semester, people from my class that let me sit with them. We would get together from time to time and eat or study. Having a support group was essential, and I knew had to make friends if I wanted to be a part of the social atmosphere on campus. Back in high school, my friends and I would go out to the movies or to the mall. Sometimes we would even go bowling. I of course had more girl friends than guy friends. I felt like the guys I knew really only wanted to date me or have sex with me. I couldn't really understand why, I didn't think I was that attractive but every summer I was asked to be in a friends with benefits summer fling. Guys that last Sunday had been completely pure of heart, had suddenly the urge to have premarital sex. I definitely did find that some guys from my hometown were quite attractive. But I never made any moves because I was afraid of putting myself out there. If they rejected me, the whole town would know and would single me out. So I stayed single.
Now that I was in college, I was ready to meet guys and get busy. I had seen a few porn videos, so even without a sex ed class, I still felt like I knew what I was doing. I'd see a cute guy and start fantasizing, and I would try and approach them, but always decided not to. Courage was not my strong suit. But there was no shortage of guys at my college so I knew I'd be fine letting this one go and going up to another guy. One day, my friends and we were all studying in this outdoor common area when it all changed...
Here I am, reading my finance textbook learning about time value of money and interest rates. I look up from my book, and walking outside was the most beautiful person I'd ever seen. I had never felt this intense sensation towards anyone else. I couldn't contain myself, I physically could not look away. I was enthralled by the appearance of this beautiful perfection. It was the most pure sensation of lust I have ever experienced in my life. I had seen a lot of guys in my life, some I thought were quite attractive. But never in my entire life, had I seen a girl this beautiful.
In one look, I felt I could point out every distinct feature of this girl. She was actually shorter than me, ash blonde hair, she had insanely think thighs and built arms, so she probably works out a lot, she was laughing and had this extremely seductive yet innocent smile, she wore some old skool Vans shoes, she had on these cute thigh high socks, and she had the minimal amount of shorts needed to cover her huge ass. The best part about her whole physical persona, was that she evidently did not believe in bras. She had these sweet perky tits, and her nipples were poking their way out of her white turtleneck shirt. Her nipples were honestly the first thing I noticed. Boobs by themselves are amazing, but if you tease out the subtle appearance where they walk that thin line between revealing everything, yet leaving everything to the imagination, then it becomes art. And art is hot. She seemed like the kind of girl who knows that she's attractive. A dangerous mix for the desperate and lonely.
What was I thinking? I'm straight! Right? Am I? What are these intense feelings about? I've only felt a small percentage of this feeling towards men. No guy I've ever seen comes close to the lustful appearance of this girl. Have I just not been interested in guys this whole time? But why haven't I felt this way towards other girls? I mean I've seen girls in high school, but if I was gay or bi, why would I not have these feelings back then? This internal monologue and crisis was resolved with one conclusion...Yes, I've never felt like this about girls, because I've never seen a girl like her. The way this girl was dressed was unlike any presentation of fashion I had ever witnessed in person. The girls in my hometown and high school wore the same bland clothes everywhere. Jeans or a jean skirt, a shirt, bra, regular shoes, regular hair color, just void of any accents or distinguishing modifiers. There was just a lack of culture. In college, culture is everything. Thigh high socks? Short shorts? No bra? Ash blonde hair? These are all things I had only heard about or seen in TV and movies. Never were they walking right in front of me. Everyone is trying to make statements and define who they are in the world. This is the place where culture thrives. Of course I had never felt this intense lust towards girls in my hometown, no girl ever looked like her.
The good thing about going to a small college, is that everyone knows everyone. It didn't take long for me to find out who this girl was. All I had to do was ask around and keep track of all the information I had. Her name was Lola and she was an english major. She was a sophomore, so a year ahead of me, she did workout a lot and it certainly showed. She was from Seattle and chose to move to Texas to get a fresh start and the weather is a bit nicer (but not by much). Most importantly, I learned that she was bisexual and single.
I staked outside of the Liberal Arts building, where they had the english hall, for a solid week. I didn't know Lola's schedule but tried to just cover all my bases and I studied there all day almost every day. I was extremely motivated. I didn't even want to talk to her, I just wanted to see her. I had nowhere near the confidence needed to put myself out there and fully commit to the whole "sexuality is a spectrum". I had just learned of this attraction a week ago, it could all be for nothing.
After a few days, I finally caught her again, at 3:05 pm. Walking with a few friends who weren't nearly as attractive, and this time wearing some torn jeans and a black long sleeve shirt. Not as revealing as our first encounter, but this was just as beautiful. Her shirt really brought out her hair, and the way it shined off the sun, it was like a glowing halo. I had finally seen her again, a huge accomplishment, but I knew sometime I would need to make a move. Or at least, someone would have to...
A couple days later, I'm in the library at night, it's very close to midterms, so the library is packed to the rafters with procrastinating students waiting until the last minute to cram and study before their exams. I was there too, but only because the library was like my second home. I studied there all the time and I felt in my element around the books and silence. Everything was going on as usual, just me reading my books, but of course, in walks Lola.
