College. We all understand it, or are at least familiar with the stereotype. A time to party, have fun, explore new venues…that sort of thing. Well, I don’t know who created that evil lie, but it seems that the last time I remember having time to party was senior year of high school and all I explore are books and computer screens. That is until I met her, Juliet. Okay, let me give you a little background information. This is my third year of college, and for the most part, I am the nerdy, spend all of my time working, never go to frat parties kind of woman. In addition, standing a mere 5 ft. and weighing all of 150 lbs I am on the heavy side. I work out, but years of bad eating habits, and until recently, a total disregard for physical activity left me resembling a small whale. Men never really paid much attention to me and to be perfectly honest that never bothered me, because I have always been more interested in women. There is nothing more beautiful in this world than a woman. From sparkling eyes, soft lips, velvet breasts, the gentle swell of the hips, nothing can compare. When I first saw her during my second year, I thought I would never breath again.
She was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. She was 5 ft 4 with shoulder length honey colored hair and big brown eyes. She had a fun loving grin, and that complemented her take control attitude. As for her body, well, perfect comes to mind. Her breasts are a 34C, and they stand just as they should. Her stomach is not flat, but there is the slightest bulge below her bellybutton, and her hips swell out to create a luscious ass. Her skin is the color of very light cream, almost porcelain, which is a nice contrast to my dark tanned skin.
We became friends quickly, I charmed her with my quick wit, and she inspired me with her “I don’t give a shit what other people think” attitude. A year later, we are together. It was a while before we made love, but that night was …well there no words, but I will try.
It began as any of our other nights that we set aside to spend time together. These nights usually consists of curling up on the couch and watching a movie, then when the movie ends we turn off the TV, and sit it the dark and talk about what is going on in our lives. We usually end up falling asleep together and waking up late the next morning. Well, as I said earlier, this night was no different. I have a single room so there is never any roommate to worry about. Juliet came over, and we watched a movie, I have no idea what it was. It had been my decision to hold off on sex, so it was my job to take control whenever I felt ready. She was in a horrible mood that day so I began to scratch her back, the one thing that usually calms her down. My hand was inside her shirt, on her back when suddenly; I knew it was the right time. I slipped my hand to the front of her and gently cupped one of her breasts in my hand. She let out a ragged breath, but did not try to stop me. I turned her over and brushed the hair out of her face, I gently ran my fingers across her jaw line and over her lips, at which point they parted to take the tip of my finger into her mouth. I bent down, and ever so lightly, brushed my lips against hers, first the top and then the bottom, gently nipping at them until I thought she would burst, then I kissed her firmly, letting my tongue explore inside her mouth. We stayed that way for quite some time.
I broke the kiss to stand her up and to turn on a soft lamp. Her hands went to the bottom of her shirt to pull it up, and I said, “No, please let me do it.” She willingly obliged, dropping her hands to her sides. I caressed her arms and kissed on her neck and collarbone as I got a grip on the bottom edge of her t-shirt. I pulled it above her head, and was face to face with a lacy bra. I then dropped to my knees, kissing and nibbling on her stomach as I pulled down the zipper on her jeans. I pulled them down and helped her step out of them. Standing before me in a matching bra and panty set was an exquisite beauty. I turned her so that her back was facing me and began kissing and caressing the skin of her back, avoiding for the time being, her butt. I unclasped her bra and began to lightly trace my fingers along the bottom of her breasts. I took my time, caressing and kissing each part of her body as I revealed it. When I finally had her standing naked in front of me, she was breathing hard, her slit was glistening, and her nipples were tiny red candies that were begging to be sucked. I kissed her hard then, knowing that she had had about all of the gentleness she could handle for the moment. My hands explored every part of her I could reach, until she broke the kiss and said “your turn, now I get to undress you.” For the first time ever I was not self-conscious about my body. She undressed me the same way I had undressed her, until we stood before each other naked, eyes full of longing.
