Shelby was absolutely roasting. Even though it was nearly November, the sun was beating through the windows of her friend's fifteen year old Toyota, and with the AC broken the only relief was the surprisingly hot air roaring past the half-open window.
The car also had a bit of a musk, she had to admit. In the front seat Tony sat with his girlfriend Sandra, and she was sitting in the back seat with Paisley, who had quickly become her best friend in the first few weeks of college. Shelby had learned a lot about natural living from this group, and she doubted a single person in the car was wearing deodorant. She didn't mind though, you got used to people smelling natural, and with the right person it could even be enticing.
Shelby was passing the time flipping through her phone, reminiscing with Paisley and going through photos of their first few months at college. A picture came up from the first time they met, in an orientation group before classes had even started.
"Oh my god, look at you!" Paisley laughed, "little Ms. Perfect!"
Shelby chuckled, looking at how she looked when she showed up to school. Dirty blonde hair artificially straightened, a preppy polo and little white skirt. Shaved legs. She sure had changed a lot in a short period of time, now having soft down on her legs, unshaved pits and much more natural hair. She liked everything about these changes, and the thing she missed least about her old self was bras: they had always been horribly uncomfortable, and she was glad to have ditched them. When packing her suitcase for this trip back home for a week, she hadn't even brought one. She felt the sweat dripping down the side of her breasts, and reflected on how much more horrible it would be to have a soggy wet bra soaking all that up.
She swiped again, eager to to get away from her preppy-old-self. The next picture popped up: her, naked, lying on her back, legs spread, bush messy, a massive cock poised on the entrance to her pussy. She swiped again, hoping Paisley hadn't seen it.
"Hey!" Paisley squealed, snatching the phone out of her hand, "not so fast!" She thumbed back, and the picture re-appeared. Paisley gazed at it, mouth open.
Shelby wasn't that annoyed. I mean, the damage was done, plus, she had to admit, she kinda liked getting admired. Paisley was gay and had never slept with a man, and having her gape over her body was a bit of a of a turn on.
"Holy shit," Paisley whispered, "you took that thing? Look how big it is!"
"What the fuck?!" Shelby demanded, "you get a look at this hot young body and you're looking at the cock? They're going to take away your gold star."
"Uh-huh" Paisley murmured, then snapped out of it. "I mean, you're obviously gorgeous. Total slamming hotty. I'm still jealous that you have tits that big and they stand up that perkily, and I don't get to play with them. But hey, college is for experimenting... and maybe I don't care that much of my gold star. I've been thinking about getting drunk and trying a guy out."
"No way!"
"I mean, it's not a huge deal! Maybe I'll like it... a bit. Do you have more pictures?"
"Of me or of cocks? You know what, don't answer that. I think I already know." Shelby took her phone back, and went to her hidden folder, hiding it from view as she flicked through, looking for a particularly nice cock she remembered. She had been hitting the dating apps as soon as she got to college, and a lot of guys had ended up sending dick pics at one point or another, so she had a pretty good collection now.
She handed the phone back to Paisley.
"Fuck, that's huge..." Paisley murmured. "I mean, my ex had a giant dildo that was probably bigger than that. I don't know what's wrong with me. It just looks tasty. Was he a good fuck?" She didn't look up as she spoke, keeping her eyes glued to the phone and swiping.
"No," Shelby was forced to admit, "a lot of the college guys kinda... don't know what the fuck they're doing. Sadly." She decided to see just how distracted Paisley was getting at the cocks, and pulled her tank top to the side, revealing her breast. No reaction.
"That's too bad..." Paisley murmured, still swiping through the collection. Shelby was annoyed to see her swipe right past a selfie of herself, legs spread, the beginnings of her bush just poking out. She decided to push it further, pulling in the other arm of her tank-top, so it was wedge between her tits. She glanced at the front seat, but they were in their own little world. "Who was your best fuck, you think, this semester?"
Shelby wanted to see how far she could push it before Paisley noticed anything. She started circling slowly around her nipple. She had pink, little nipples with almost no areola - she had been self conscious about them when she was younger, but recently had been enjoying them a lot more.
Her voice caught, just a little bit, from the stimulation as she replied: "Believe it or not, it was actually a professor." That got Paisley's attention. Her eyes snapped up to Shelby's face, then instantly down to her chest.
"Holy ...." Paisley muttered.
Shelby felt herself blush, but continued to gently stroke her nipples as she told the story. It was the third week of school. She was going to office hours, but had ducked into the wrong office and saw a middle aged guy sitting at his desk, not her professor. She was about to apologize and leave, but when he looked up, he couldn't pull his eyes from her tits. She had just stopped wearing bras, and they were putting on an amazing show in a low-cut tee. His awkwardness had been a bit cute, and she got an impulse to see how far she could push it.
She told him that she was having trouble concentrating in his class, and was wondering if he could help. He said she must be in his first-year lecture, because he certainly would have noticed her in one of the smaller classes. She said she was. He asked how he could help her with the concentration. She said it was embarrassing, asked if she could close the door. He got up and shut it, then came and sat on the same side of the desk as her. She leaned in, and told him that she couldn't stop thinking about fucking him. His face went pale and he trembled. She said the though was driving her crazy... and if she just... if she just did it once, she could probably get over it.
He demurred. Protested. She put her hands on his thigh. He was about to break. She asked for maybe just a gentle touch, just the feeling of his hand on her breast. He reached, he broke, he stroked her nipple. Things escalated quickly, and before long she was lying on her back on the desk, and he was eating her out. She came the hardest she ever had.
Afterwards he was dejected, talking about how much trouble he was in, how could he ruin his career like that? Then she lied again, telling him she didn't even go to the college. She asked if she could see him again. He invited her to his house that night, where he railed the fuck out of her. She still remembered the pile of condom wrappers scattered around the bed.
"So yeah..." she breathed, driving her hips a little bit to push her pussy into the vibrating car seat as she gave her nipple a little pinch. "That was the best sex I had. I think middle aged guys know what they're doing in a way these younger guys don't, so if you're going to try one, that would be my suggestion."
Paisley just stared, open mouthed. Shelby looked down at her own tits, the little beads of sweat on them. She looked back up at Paisley. Paisley said she could believe a professor would have a hard time saying no to those.
"How about you?" Shelby teased, tracing the curve under her breast. "Do you want a touch?" She leaned forward as she said this, inviting.
Paisley tentatively reached out. Shelby locked eyes wit her, daring, Paisley got an inch away...
And Shelby darted out, grabbing Paisley's wrist.
"Well if you want this so much, you should have paid more attention to me in those pics, instead of those cocks!" She pulled her shirt back over, covering herself as she said this with a laugh.
"No fair!" Paisley pouted. "I made a mistake, I apologize, I... I..." she paused, "I fucking hate you!" she finished, using her free hand to jab at Shelby's belly, then underarm, tickling her.
They play fought for a few more minutes, then with the energy finally expended went back to chatting. The subject did get back to sex a number of times, and Shelby could feel herself getting wetter and starting to border on desperation. She had decided not to bring any sex toys home, which she was now regretting - but she didn't want to deal with her parents finding them. She had been masturbating almost every day at college, and couldn't imagine she would stop now that she was home - she'd just have to do it old-school.
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Jeff had a book open in front of him, but his eyes were watching his wife, Jacque, undress for bed with slightly more interest than usual. He had always had a very high sex drive, one that his wife sometimes had trouble keeping up with, and it had slipped gears into overdrive throughout the day.
" - and the hair!" Jacque fumed. She had been complaining about the way their Shelby had changed in her first few months of college. Jeff had to admit, the change had been fairly striking. He had almost not recognized Shelby as she got out of the car, her dirty blonde hair disheveled, wearing a loose-cut white tank. When she raised her arms to give her family a hug, Jeff had seen a few months of underarm hair growth for just a moment before being distracted by the curve of sideboob flashing by, to open arm hole of the tank almost revealing nipple. "I think I could deal with the hair," Jacque continued after a brief pause, "if she would be decent enough to wear a bra! That tank top left nothing to the imagination!" Jacque's back was to him, and she was unhooking her own bra as she spoke.
"Hmmm," Jeff said, trying to keep his voice mild. "College is a time of experimentation! I don't think there's any use getting worked up about it... and I think if we show disapproval or try to change her she'll just harden her stance. You know how college kids are."
If he was honest with himself, however, he did wish Shelby would be more covered up, if not for decency's sake, then for his own. His sex drive had always been wild and hard to tame, and the sight of Shelby's breasts almost spilling out of the sides of her tank top, the little poke her unburdened nipples made against her shirt, were making him loopy.
