***Hey everyone. So this is a long story, lol. It's mostly a setup for the future parts which will have more sex and be a little shorter, but I think it's still really sexy. It's a mix of lots of real life and some fantasy and I realized as I was going, it was all "lipstick" characters. Believe me, future parts will have alllll kinds of different types of women. Thanks for the feedback on part one :)
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Chapter 1
She didn't consider people-watching one of her favorite pastimes, but as Rebecca settled onto a bench across from Cronkite Hall, with the shade of a citrus tree protecting her from the blazing August Arizona sunshine, and the sounds of TV on the Radio filling her ears, she was starting to appreciate the attraction.
It was a new school year in a beautiful part of the country and everyone had a smile on their face and a jump in their step. She couldn't be positive, but she was also reasonably certain everyone had a spray-on tan as well.
"I am the palest person in the southwest, by far," she thought, looking down at her shapely, muscular legs and comparing them to those belonging to the beauties filing past her in the warmth of the late afternoon.
She wasn't one to be particularly hard on her appearance, she just had grown tired of feeling like a porcelain doll amongst the bronzed and golden. Still, a week had added SOME color, so she was on her way there, and hey, she also had the trim and muscular thing to fall back on, so there was that.
Back in May, a high school soccer teammate had posted some old pictures on social media. Nostalgic feelings were stirred up of course. Not of her teammates or anything (high school was something she endured more than anything), but for her body, minus 20-ish pounds or so.
Given that she was going to be on camera as part of her studies, not to mention on her own for the first time and eager for a love life, Rebecca decided she had ample reason to get to work. A different diet, daily gym trips with weights, a lot of running...it was tons of effort. But it had certainly paid off.
With her large breasts and round butt, she was never going to be petite, but with the weight off, her narrow waist made for a classic hour glass figure, and she was proud and excited by what she saw in the mirror. The confidence was a big part of the reason she'd spent the equivalent of someone's 401K on lingerie and...accessories...to tuck away in the back of her closet.
Still, she was navigating how to turn this confidence and excitement, and...closet-dwelling accessories... into an actual, non-imaginary, non-fantasy social life. In the 7 days since she'd arrived, she'd done a lot of exploring. She'd visited coffee shops, parks, even a beach in Tempe Town Park which she was surprised even existed.
She'd caught the eye of a lot of men, which she was used to, and more than a few women, which she REALLY wasn't. But she was such a live wire after pretending to be someone she wasn't for almost a decade now, and it made for a minor case of self-consciousness.
She had no idea if the women she was attracted to be the least bit interested, and worse yet, she was hesitating to take steps to find out. More than once she'd made eye contact with a pretty stranger and then chickened out. She'd never had an issue making friends but converting likability into being a love interest to another woman had been proving to be a more difficult proposition than she'd thought.
She wasn't the least bit shy, and if she knew for a fact someone was gay and/or potentially interested, that would be one thing, but she found the courage to make that risky leap to someone hard to come by.
The very good friends she was out to pushed her to get with modern life. Of course, swiping left and right was on the table, but there was a history there and she was hesitant. Still, it was inevitable. She'd loaded Tinder and Her on her phone, she was just putting them off.
Then, from out of nowhere, Rebecca had met two of the sexiest women she'd ever laid eyes on, almost cheated with one, and nearly engaged in phone sex with the other. It seemed absurd, and she'd wondered if something in the wine had put her in some kind of fever dream, but she also found everything so exhilarating.
Tamara was gorgeous, Rebecca wanted her, she was new, and she was taken. Katie was gorgeous, Rebecca wanted her, she was new, at least a little naughty, and mysterious with her intentions. In one day, she'd managed to introduce as much excitement into her sex life than her first 22 years on the earth combined.
Her mind went to Tamara and her girlfriend. "I'm a terrible person," she told herself, before remembering again that she'd done nothing wrong. She hoped for many reasons that Tamara would come to the same conclusion after a night with her girlfriend and forgive herself.
She didn't want roommate drama from day one of a year lease, she didn't need an enemy named Dawn running around Tempe, and she was genuinely fond of Tamara. Rebecca would have a tougher time forgiving herself if she contributed to a breakup, no matter how unwittingly.
She took a deep breath and tried to relax. There had been nervous energy all day and, while understandable, it had become staggeringly tough to concentrate on anything else. She had tried to focus on her afternoon with Katie and remember that, in 2 days, she'd met 2 beautiful women and had obviously caught the eyes of both. It boded well for her future prospects and her worst-case scenario seemed to be a fun new social circle. So, why be nervous?
Katie emerged from the from the Hall out into the sunlight and Rebecca was reminded why. She looked stunning. The previous day she'd been roll-out-of-bed casual with a hoodie, messy ponytail, jeans with a million holes and untied sneakers. Today, her dark, chestnut curls rested on lovely bare shoulders. Her off the shoulder ruffled top cut off just above her high-waisted, belted shorts with a scalloped hem that teased even more of her perfect, long legs.
She strode confidently toward Rebecca with a big smile, rocking some tan platform sandals Rebecca instantly wished were hers. Rebecca had been hesitant about how put-together she should look since she had no clue what Katie's expectations were for the afternoon, and she'd been second-guessing herself all day. Rebecca's long dirty blonde hair with thick and layered waves was a lot of work to get date-ready, but she'd invested the time.
It had the tousled, messy look she loved and took the most time to get right. She'd gone with her dressiest blue casual sneakers, her best high-waisted, ripped jean shorts and her favorite top, a black, sleeveless, tunic-style wrap that tied on the side. She thought it was nice and a little sexy but also everyday and...knew she'd invested far too much time on the decision.
"Hey there babe, waiting long?" asked Katie, stopping next to the bench and adjusting the straps on her way-too stylish backpack.
Rebecca smiled in response, pulling out her earphones and tucking them into her pocket. "There were like five prettier girls that offered to take me back to THEIR apartments. You're lucky I'm still here."
Katie rolled her eyes, feigning annoyance. "Of all the people in class, I had to pick YOU to sit next to." She pulled Rebecca to her feet and lightly shoved her down the walking path.
As they walked along, they chatted about their day, the weather, professors, anything but their 2 phone calls. In fact, Katie seemed almost nervous, not making a lot of eye contact, flipping her hair behind her right ear almost obsessively, laughing a lot. It relaxed Rebecca a little.
"I love your sandals, they're adorable," she said.
Katie reached out and rubbed the material of her tunic. "Thanks, I would never think of the shorts and shirt combo you got there, but it looks amazing."
Rebecca felt herself smiling like an idiot. "So how close is your apartment?" she asked, trying to avoid an uncomfortable silence.
"Just a couple more minutes. First set of apartments once you're off campus."
"No roommate right?"
Katie shook her head. "It's a pretty small single, but it's really clean and nice and I thiiiiink I mentioned the balcony??"
"Could you be more wet for that freakin' thing?"
