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I went to college in the Fall of 1988 a bit of a nerd and socially awkward. Although I'm bisexual, I met my wife my freshman year. She knows I like to be fucked and am not too picky, and she likes to both watch me and turn me out as her slut. More on that later. I grew up and lived in the same house in Georgia and ended up going to college at a small school between Houston and Corpus Christi. Freshman orientation was the full week before classes started and the activities were exciting if only for the newness of it all. I was a virgin entering college, but that wouldn't surprise anyone. At 18, I was the chubby girl with smart brain and little else going for her.
My mousy brown hair was cut in Dorothy Hamill bob that went out of style a decade earlier. My complexion had finally cleared, but evidence of bad acne was still easy to see with pock mark craters all over my face. I did have one or two good things. My years of braces left me with great teeth and smile. Although much curvier than the average freshmen girls, my round butt had quite a wiggle and my D cup breasts had a pleasant jiggle.
At 5' 3", 160 lbs, size 10/12, chubby was kind. Although size 10/12 was average for American women then, it's 14/16 now, it was a size or three bigger than the other girls. I usually wore loose fitting clothes a bit too big, rather than tight fitting or too small. When you Google 80's fashion, you wouldn't find me. I stuck with oversize sweaters, sweatshirts, dresses, tee shirts or tops with pleated skirt, jean skirts, and the occasional jeans or shorts. Add to it that I rarely wore makeup, or jewelry. My ears were not even pierced. I was not really dating material.
Although I really only had two dates in school, both were groups of friends going to high school dances. I had truly never been kissed. However, I was completely comfortable with who I was and had a quite adventurous love affair with masterbation. I knew I would not get many guys, but always knew when I caught one, one was all I'd need.
Until then, growing up in a rural wooded area in the middle of Georgia had it's advantages. We only had 54 kids in my graduating class and being the smart one, actually Valedictorian, I was friendly with everyone, though not close friends with anyone. We couldn't see our neighbors or even the road from our home. This gave me the isolation I grew to love. I read, I mean I read everyhting I could get my hands on. The classics for school, historical fiction, science fiction, romance, even a few Harlequin books I found in the library. I got my chores done. I got my studies done. Then I got lost in my books or my own imagination, oftentimes naughty imagination.
I was the youngest of three kids. My sister was off to college and life before I hit puberty, though we are really close friends now. My brother was 5 years older than me and joined the Marines at 17. Although I never got caught or let on, I was quite the horny kid and started learning exploring about sex at an early age. My parents bedroom was next to mine and either my dad was that good or my mom was as horny I ever was because I heard them a few times a week. My sister's room was the other side of mine and my brother was downstairs in our bi-level or sleeping in his treehouse.
Mom and dad both worked. Dad had a long drive and mom was always home to take me to school in the morning. They both got home around 5:30, so one of the chores was the kids cooked dinner. This gave me a lot of time alone, either in the house, my brother's old tree house, or just wandering through the small pine groves on our 15 acres. When I discovered orgasm through masterbation, I was 11. My brother was still at home so my explorations wete mostly in bed pulling up my nightgown at night.
That quickly developed into after-school or in the bath plus at night, sometimes morning. Sometimes I could hear faint sounds, low moans or very slight bed springs in the next room and knew my dad had left for work. Before you go off on a tangent, A, my sex never involved my mother directly, though I suspect she knew and gave me privacy, and B, if she had any toys, I never found them, and I looked. All of my solo pleasure came from my hands/fingers. When I was 13, I started sleeping in the nude.
I was fairly sure my mom slept naked and being naked was a huge taboo turnon for me. She had asked if I needed a new nightie when we were shopping saying she noticed she couldn't see the neck under my robe in the evening after my bath. I said I was fine without one, and she only smiled saying I may want one just in case of fire. She didn't say anything more. My brother had been gone at least 6 months by then and made a big deal of ceremonially handing over the tree house to me.
My dad had done a great job "helping" my brother build it, but he was super handy like that. The ladder was sturdy, with a hinged opening in the floor. It had windows with glass panes on two sides, and they had run electric to it for lights and a fan. My brother had an old Army cot and little else. My dad offered to get a window A/C unit installed, which was really good. He also added a ladder and roof door too as the treehouse got direct sunlight 90% of the day.
I meantioned we had 15 acres. Although we didn't have a swimming pool, there was a creak running through the property, and several spots I could wade in water up to my knees or more. I'd lay out on the treehouse roof or wade in the creek or sit in the treehouse and read in most of my free time, except the few cold months we get in southern Georgia. The year after my brother left, I both grew a little taller hitting my full height, and also started adding a little fluff/weight. When it warmed up, my bikini was too small.
Although I was probably masterbating 3 or 4 times per day by time I was 14, it was more to relieve a ever present urge. I'd quickly get myself and then get back to my studies or read a book. Wearing a small bikini didn't really bother me much because I was alone 99% of the time I wore it. My parents worked, we didn't really take vacations, except to visit my brother or sister, no beach or pools, and I didn't have any close friends or acquaintances that I hung out with. It was just me myself and I. The first time I removed my bikini top was even perverted or sexual/sensual, it was a bit tight and felt good to unhook the clasp in the back.
I forgot I had removed my top one day a few weeks later. I was at the creek and started walking back to the house for lunch and about a minute later could feel excessive jiggling and swaying. It was funny at first, and I had walked back to the creek to get my top. The more I thought about it, the more turned on I was getting. When I got to the flat rock where my top lay on my towel, the urge was overpowering. Instead of putting on my top, I took off my bottoms, knelt on my towel and touched my clit. I think this was the first time I paid attention to my swaying breasts as I furiously rubbed one out, one my knees and one elbow ass pointing to the sky.
It was a fabulous sensation and I didn't want it to end so I left my bikini and walked naked roughly a half mile to get lunch in the kitchen. I had probably masterbated in most every room of our house, but this was the first timevthat I was so naughty to walk from room to room naked. That day and the next few days I probably masterbated more than I read. It was summer, so there wasn't school work. Eventually I got used to lounging around naked, and returned to more reading. However, that only led me to take more risks and get creative.
Over the next 4 years, I made it my goal to raise the bar and find the most excitement possible. I started tying being naked and frequent masterbation to being naughty. I liked being naughty and the more risque or likelihood of getting caught only raised my excitement and ultimate pleasure. I was sleeping in the treehouse most nights, and only came in for breakfast after my parents were gone to work. It was nothing for me to stay naked for 12-15 hours at a time.
The next summer, I'd go out to my treehouse (it was all mine no longer my brother's) and sleep naked, not putting on clothes until near when my parents came home. I even slipped out of my clothes a few times in the house and that was a scary kind of super excitement for me. As I kept raising the risks, I became more conformable and confident. I didn't keep spare clothes in my treehouse. I had a few close calls over the years, but for the most part could be naked any time I wanted and get myself off whenever the urge came to me. That was not the case when I had to share a small cinderblock dorm room when I went to college.
I chose a small school in southern Texas along the gulf coast between HTown and Corpus Cristi. The campus was simply beautiful, and I loved the rural setting for hiking and warmer winters. While I wasn't quite a budding nudist, at least not yet and not in front of others, I hated wearing underwear/bra and went barefoot as much as possible, and there was no way I'd ever go north of my middle Georgia home. Honestly the big draws were size, less than 900 students on almost 3000 acres of mostly hikable nature preserves, plus they offered a full ride academic scholarship. I originally went to school for dual degree in business and finance, but ended up staying there 6 years as I switched my degree to specialize in human resources. Of course, all of that helped some, but I have been retired since I was 33. My wife came from money and was hugely successful and wanted me to be 100% hers like in college. Though all of my sexual adventures and experimenting, I was able to get an A in every class all 6 years.
Like most every school the freshmen arrived about a week before classes started so we could settle in, find our way around, and do all of the corny orientation group activities. Sharing a small dorm room with another freshman was fun for all of about two minutes. She wasn't exactly a prude, but she was the perky cheerleader type who always wore makeup and dressed sharp any time she left our room. I was happy she was gone a lot and thankful she seemed like a sound sleeper. I slept nude and usually only wore long sweatshirts or top and skirt or shorts and tee shirt in and out of my dorm. I wasn't really the makeup girl, nor was I going to parties or pointing out every cute guy.
I looked forward to what little time I could get alone, masterbating only late at night when I was sure she was asleep. Once or maybe twice per day wasn't really enough for me and I started sneaking in a quick rub in the showers too. If you've ever lived in the dorm, there isn't restroom in each room, rather a shared row of stalls and set of showers in the other side. I quickly took to wrapping a big towel and padding off to get cleaned and "refreshed". Looking back, it seemed I was always horny and my wife says it was obvious to her.
My therapist friends, never been in therapy, say I have a low impulse control. I see or want something, I go for it no matter the consequence. It was true of my urge to masterbate and it became true when I discovered sex with others. I made it thru orientation and was pouring myself into my studies as classes started. I was studying with a small group in one of the boy's dorms, six of us. It felt safe with four girls and two guys. I even felt safe when it slowly became him and me.
He offered to rub my neck and shoulders, and his hands felt great. I was super relaxed and enjoyed his touches. This went on for several minutes and then he moved down to rub the small of my back. His hands quickly found my skin under my top and he worked all over my spine. It wasn't assault of me not saying no, in fact I think I took off my top so he could access wherever he wanted. When I did two things happened that sent tingling sensations all over my body: as his hands cupped my breasts and pinched my nipples, he kissed my neck under my ear.
I slowly turned and let him kiss me. He was a great kisser and my running shorts were off before his shirt. His kisses and hands felt great. I mean I loved the attention, but love what he was doing more. When his finger found my clit, I shivered in ecstacy. It's probably a good thing he slid a finger in and attempted to eat me out before taking my virginity. Don't get me wrong, I loved every second of it, but glad he made me cum a few times and was fucking me with three fingers before he climbed higher and poked the head around a few times.
First things first, yes I came from vaginal penetration, even that first time. No idea why my anatomy makes that easy for me, but I cum usually two or three times even with the worst male lovers. When he fully broke my hymen it hurt, though it was good. Like most 18 year old boys he didn't last long, but I felt every bit of his hot seed as he climaxed. I won't lie, I learned later to give good head. I lay on his shoulder after he rolled off me.
I was stil excited and wanted to cum again so I started playing with my clit. If ever the term bitch in heat applied, it was me in that moment. He kissed me deeply and tenderly, then grasped my brrasts and tugged on my nipple. He was hard and back on top me me just as I came again. He lasted much longer this time and had more purpose to his fucking. He'd go in most of the way and a spot inside would slowly throb on the back ridge of his head. He'd speed up, slow down, go all the way in and let me grind and grunt under him.
I was in a constant state of arousal the second time he coupled with me and I'd cum, start to fall and rise again. As I said, I didn't know anything of sucking dicks then, but learned to suck and swallow before fucking others to enjoy it longer. At some point he erupted again. We lay there for a long while before I needed to go to my dorm. He asked me not to tell the others in the study group.
At first I thought he meant it would be awkward group dynamics, but then it dawned on me he had a girlfriend back home. One of the girls in the study group was his girl friend's best friend and he wasn't going to break it off with her. This just happened and it was good, no great he told me, but he didn't want to date me. I was crushed. I think I really liked him he would grow to like me, so when he said keep ut quiet and if we hooked up again great, if not great.
Yes I was stupid. First I walked back to my dorm with that crazy I just had great sex smile, and my hair was a mess, I had a bit of BO from sweating, and a lot of sex smell. You know the odor when a girl creams a lot and can't rinse or shower immediately. That's how I looked and smelled when I met the girl to whom I'm married to and been with for over 35 years. She lived in my dorm and was in the lobby when I came in.
She started the chat and we only chatted. I didn't have any clue I could be gay or bisexual or that another girl may show interest in me. I wasn't naive or anything, it was just innocent girl talk. She went upstairs with me and gave me a Summer's Eve to use and let me use a towel to shower. Next day we chatted at breafast. Talking to Cathy has always been the most natural and easy thing fir me. I could abd did tell her anything and everything.
She asked if I liked the sex. I said it was great. She asked if I knew I was being used just for sex if he did it again. I said I think so, but he could like me. She said no and it hurt though she was right. She said it was just sex and it's okay as long as I was using him without forming relationship. I liked her views and though she is 109% gay, she only has feminist leaning, not full on all men are bad beliefs. I told her about the whole thing, rubbing my neck and all.
She said it sounded like I got what I wanted too, though she was surprised to learn I was virgin up until about 7:30 last night. We were fairly close friends from that meal onward, though nothing sexual happened between us for about a month after that. I did fuck that guy again. Actually, I saw him in class later and he asked if I was okay, and I said sure it's only sex and it was pretty good. That set him off to say he thought he was great and wanted to try to be better. I went back to his dorm and we experimented.
He really was great that first time, and great each time after. We'd fuck while his roommate was in a lab or something, then I'd go chat with Cathy and eat ice cream. This went on for about 4 days, Sund thru Wed was the great first love affair of my life. Thur after dinner I sought out Cathy and cried. I knew it was dumb to date a guy in private, but I learned he was actually dating someone here at school and was fucking another girl in our study group at night after I left. It was sorta fun watching the two of them go after each other before clas, yet heartbreaking to know it was him being Player Player.
At least only Cathy knew my pain and shame. Only Cathy saw my tears. It was also Cathy who helped me find a new guy Friday night. I mentioned my lack of impulse control right? Well she dragged me to an off campus house party and we danced. Eventually a guy started dancing, more like dirty dancing with me. She gave me a big smile and wink as he led me upstairs to find somewhere private. She was also waiting for me downstairs when I was done over an hour and a half later.
We held hands walking back to our dorm, but it was more her holding onto me. She told me not to worry when I said I didn't get his name. Not to say I was a party girl, because I didn't drink or do drugs and did get all of my studies done. Cathy said she could tell I was in heat and she even smelled it. Every guy near me could tell and were going to try to fuck me if I kept it up. I was totally mortified and worried. What did she mean? Who could tell? Was I a bad girl? Was I going to get a reputation?
In her most endearing trait of caring bluntness, she asked if I was worried about pregnancy. I said my mom put me on the pill when I was 13. My sister who was out of college by then got "knocked up" and had to get married, so I'd been on the pill ever since. She put everything in perspective, then it meant the universe was lining up in my favor. Guys get belt notches and high fives for bragging about it. Girls are only sluts if it gets out. Obviously it takes two to tango so all those female halves of the two couldn't all be sluts.
I studied Sat and Sunday. No partying. No fucking. But we did blow off a little steam early Sunday morning. I stopped by Cathy's dorm room after my morning shower. Is that my towel? Is that the one you borrowed first time we met? Give it back. I said I'd wash it and bring down later that day. However I was leaving her room she grabbed the towel and closed the door. A few girls saw me and murmured something about towel got swiped in shower or lost. I was embarrassed, but giggled and found it exciting. Best part is the cheerleader girl was not there so I masterbated when I got back to my room.
Later when I told Cathy I firgave her and was actually a little excited by it, she said she would gladly help me out. That is when she slowly pulled my story of time in the treehouse and my urges for self pleasure. It's hard to believe another two weeks went by befire I made the first move and kissed her. I had four other guys in that time, but I had fallen madly deeply in love with Cathy. She had akso fallen in love and admitted to dating a girl for two years, having sex with her from 14-16.
Cathy had always known she was gay, but no one knew or could know. Sge made such tender love to me, I cried after sleeping entangled with her all night since her roommate was visiting home that weekend. I have only made love to two guys in my life that felt that way. Making love to Cathy wasn't sex and yet it was so much more satiating. We agreed I should continue to date and hook up. She had zero interest in men and two best friends that didn't date would spark questions. Besides she said I liked fucking men and why not, she wanted babies with me eventually and she wanted me to what I liked. In many ways I was and still am her sex slave, but full partner in our non sex relations.
It is another story how I pretty much became her submissive behind closed doors, sometimes open doors but not for public consumption. This story is only beginning, to be continued
Warm regards,
Holly