It was a bad first quarter. College wasn't what I thought it would be. I went to the big school hoping to make a big impact and to meet a lot of people. Granted I was shy, but I still figured in a university of over 20,000 people I was bound to make some good connections. At first things seemed to go well. I went to a few mixers led by various dorm groups and I had fun. I met some nice guys and went to a few parties. But then I met Carl.
He was a sophomore working in the Student Union building handing out flyers. He approached me about some event and since he was cute so I took the flyer and managed to convince him that I would only go if he did. Things progressed from there as many freshmen college relationships do: we met, went on some dates, slept together and then he stopped calling. If I was a girl from Laguna Beach or something I would have been fine. But I was from a small town in Northern California and I was looking for love. I was devastated. Thankfully I became friends with Tiffany.
Tiffany was almost everything I was not. First of all she was from Taiwan. Her parents sent her to go to school in US and she had adjusted very quickly. So she was Asian and she was beautiful. Her long straight black hair was my first envy, followed by her olive skin and thin waste. She had a great figure and a confident out-going personality to finish it off. She always smiled and always seemed surrounded by friends. It was quite surprising then when she was assigned to be my bio lab partner.
I spent the remainder of the quarter explaining my relationship woes to her and she was always a good sport to hear me out. If she wasn't there, I probably would have dropped out of school. As it turned out she needed a place to crash for Christmas vacation and I had space at my place so we were excited to spend the holiday together.
I was nervous when she agreed to stay when I looked at the calendar and realized the break was almost the whole month of December. What were we going to do in my small boring town for 4 weeks? I called home and found out my parents were going on a cruise for their anniversary for the first two weeks of the break. How was I going to entertain her by myself?
We arrived on a Friday night, bleary eyed but caffeinated from the long drive. My parents were there to see us then made their way almost immediately out the door to catch their flight to Florida. Their Panama Canal cruise was leaving the next day. Naturally they loved Tiffany and I was a little embarrassed when I saw my dad check her out when she was carrying her stuff in. I don't think she noticed.
That first night everything started. We were both wired so we decided to stay up late. We were upstairs in my parent's house and decided to watch TV. Rather than marching down to the living room we opted to go to the master bedroom where we could lay on the bed and hopefully be lulled to sleep by cable TV. I unpacked my things and told Tiffany to go ahead while I changed to my pajamas.
I put on my white tank top and shorts then looked in the mirror. What was wrong with me? My hair was almost shoulder length with a little curl. I had dyed it almost black with a hint of red for fun (naturally it was Tiffany's idea) and I had always been told my blue eyes were pretty. I turned to the side and looked at myself. I wasn't fat—just a size 4 and I always liked my boobs. They were still perky and when I was in high school I knew how to use them to get attention. I looked at my legs and butt. I spent so much time in the gym, I felt good about the way they looked and I knew that my high school boyfriend always loved my butt. But why not Carl? What an ass.
I walked up the hall to the master bedroom and saw Tiffany on the bed. Things came into perspective. Her hair was tied to a side pony tail (apparently the thing in Taiwan) and though she had washed all her make up off, her skin was gorgeous. She wore a green spaghetti-strap tank top and some fun plaid shorts. She lay on her stomach and I could see her cleavage. Her tanned legs were bent behind her punctuating her round butt. She looked up at me and smiled. I was pretty, sure...but she was exotic. That was what college guys wanted.
I walked in and slid next to her. "What are you watching?"
"Not much on," she said. "But I have to show you this...first channel that was on when I turned the TV on."
She flipped a few channels down and at first I didn't know what was happening. Then I saw a girl's boobs and a close up of her sucking a guy's dick. "Oh gross!" I said. "Porn?"
Tiffany laughed. "I wonder if your parents were watching this before we got here."
"Gross...of course not...it is probably just because it is late or something." I frowned as I watched it. I had seen porn before with my brother when I was in high school, so this wasn't shocking to me. But I was surprised my parents had the channel. "Can we watch something else?"
"Haha, sure," Tiffany said. The scene flipped to the large fake boobed girl climbing onto the guy's dick. "This is so silly though...like how would she have sex with him?"
I looked at it and continued to frown. I thought of Carl and I wondered if people thought he was stupid for sleeping with me. "Especially like that." I muttered trying to lighten my own mood. The girl sat facing the screen while she bounced on the guy's big cock.
"Haha, totally. I wonder how many takes they had to try before they could get it right." Tiffany said laughing. "You have to admit, she has great boobs."
I looked at them bouncing on the screen. "Yeah, I should be so lucky."
Tiffany looked at me and frowned. She changed the channel to some late show and said, "What do you mean? Kristen you have a great body. I am seriously jealous of your boobs. They are huge compared to mine."
I smiled at the compliment. I was fishing for it, but it still felt nice. We watched the unfunny show for a few minutes quietly.
"I wonder what position they are in now." Tiffany said.
"What? Who?" I asked slightly confused.
"The porno," Tiffany replied.
