Prior to coming to college, I had never really shown interest in other women, sexual or otherwise. I was always a boys' girl who'd rather hang out and watch my brothers and their friends play video games than hang out with a group of girls who most likely would've hated me anyway.
I knew a lot of girls from my hometown hated me because I started developing in seventh grade, and, boy did I develop-Jennifer Lopez's ass with a 50's pin-up model waist, and 34D chest by 8th grade, 36DDD's in senior year, finally settling into perfectly round and supple 34DD's in college. I am a big fan of my boobs, they're a huge pleasure spot for me, so it always turned me on to know when people were staring at them, and it made it hard not to imagine whoever their most recent admirer was tearing off my shirt and lacy bra and holding them tightly, sucking on one of my nipples and pinching the other, just how I like it.
When I turned 18 my senior year of high school I felt a stirring inside me that was at the same time confusing, worrisome, and arousing. I found that I couldn't stop touching myself at night, and that the porn I found myself continuously drawn to was of the lesbian variety. I got so wet watching one girl eat another out, while the girl receiving was writhing in pleasure and moaning so, so sexily, I always tried to time my orgasm along with hers, even going so far as to rewind the video if I knew she was going to cum before me.
I never acted on any of these feelings, aside from a circle of guys instigating a make-out between another girl and I (okay, maybe that happened more than once...and maybe it wasn't just for the boys...), until my junior year of college came along. The ironic thing was, it wasn't until I got a steady boyfriend that I really got the opportunity to explore my sexuality and find that sweet release that is orgasming from the touch of another woman.
My boyfriend's ex-hookup was hard to escape. She was at every party we went to, every pre-game, every event where I was just over the edge of fucked up and could barely control my emotions around her. She's pretty tall for a girl, with small but perky boobs, probably 32B's, a small waist but a generally athletic build that I was so jealous of in my shorter, curvier body. At first, I thought I had so much negative energy generated toward her because i was jealous that she got to fuck my boyfriend-that she got to ride the same cock that I ride so orgasmically deliriously every night. He was the first guy to ever make me cum, from fingering, fucking, and eating me out like it was his goddamned job; I couldn't get enough of him, and it killed me to think he gave her the same special treatment in bed. Did he tie her to her bedposts like the way he ties my wrists so tight and fucks me relentlessly? Did he finger her and play with her clit for hours til she's writhing and moaning so loud she wakes up his flatmates? I had to know.
I finally decided I had to be nice to her and wanted to become friends with her to sort of get inside her head. Manipulative, I know, but I needed to get this girl off my mind for good; I was using her for masturbation material in a way that I had never experienced before. I had images flashing in my mind of her licking and sucking my clit, pumping her fingers in and out of my dripping wet pussy as she toyed with my nipples and brought me over the edge. I even started thinking about it while I was having sex with my boyfriend-it was getting out of hand.
One day there was a concert at our school, and my boyfriend and I got more than a little tipsy, and he brought up possibly having a threesome with her. I tried to hide my excitement as I pretended to fight him on it at first, saying that was absurd and I'd never have a threesome.
"Come on Jeannie," he pleaded. "You know she'd say yes, too."
"I don't think she'd...do you really think she'd say yes?" I asked him, desperately trying to hide the lustful hope in my cloudy eyes.
He raised his eyebrows and looked me right in the eyes as he scooped me up and took me behind a giant tree where no one could see us, before shoving his hand down my pants and playing lovingly with the pubic hair he'd asked me to grow out recently, a request to which I happily obliged.
"Oh my god, you're soaking wet. You really want this don't you?" He stuck two fingers inside me and started pumping. I shuddered with delight and he roughly, drunkenly grabbed hold of my sizeable breast, nipples hard as though we were in below zero temperatures.
"Go ask her." I could tell it was a demand, not a request from the seriousness on his face. He led my hand down to his stiff cock, growing by the second, which excited me even more. "Go ask her or I'm ripping your pants off and fucking your tight pussy right here where we could get caught any second."
I couldn't figure out what I wanted more, his huge, hard dick inside me or her tongue on my aching clit. I was writhing against him and the tree, so close to cumming as he had started rubbing circles around my hard little nub, when all the sudden he took his hand away. He grabbed my hair, shoved his fingers in my mouth, and pulled me in close to whisper roughly in my ear, "Go ask her, right fucking now babe. Holy shit go ask her or I'm gonna cum where we stand. Now lick my fingers clean so you can get used to the taste of pussy, and then you march right up to her and pull her to your room. I'll be waiting."
