My second story follows a girl that starts to discover herself. Let me know what you guys think, and for possible future direction of the character/story.
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I was in my freshman year at college when I had this..."awakening." I'm not really sure what else to call it. I went right to college right after I graduated high school in a small town. There were maybe around a hundred kids in my grade, so most of us knew each other. I managed to graduate in the top 10 of my class; nothing incredible but something I was still proud of!
I played softball and volleyball during those years, but stopped after high school. I was athletic but I didn't take sports too seriously. In my earlier years I was always a bit pudgy, but sports and puberty helped me balance that out a bit.
Honestly most of my life up until this point seemed pretty average and dull. In high school it seemed like most of my girlfriends were really enjoying themselves. I would always hear tales of their dating lives and all the cute boys they'd see, which eventually turned into tales of their sex lives.
I'm not sure what it was but I was secretly jealous of them. I had sex with 2 guys in high school but it just seemed so bland and boring compared to my what my friends talked about. Both of the guys I slept with I was in a relationship with for months at a time. We never had any problems really; in both cases we had similar hobbies and interests, got along well, and while I wouldn't consider them "hot" I was still attracted to them. They both had cute faces but average bodies I guess. Both of the guys were similar to me in that we both were the type of people follow the rules and get good grades.
But the bedroom was pretty boring. We had sex in a couple of different positions. I would sometimes give blowjobs but they never went down on me. Maybe I should've asked them? I guess I was still new to the whole thing.
I had never watched porn during that time of my life but I masturbated occasionally...maybe once a week. Honestly I preferred that to actual sex anyways. I liked the two guys I dated but I wasn't sexually satisfied with them. Of course I'd never cheat on them! So I just settled with the use of my hands, a vibrator, and my imagination. Even when I was single I never went out looking for sex; I didn't want to be one of those desperate girls or look like a "slut." I secretly wondered if there was more to sex than what I had experienced, but I was content.
One thing I made sure of though, was that I always made my boyfriend at the time use a condom. Even though I was on birth control, I was still uncomfortable with the idea of having sex with someone without a condom. I really didn't want to get pregnant or deal with the possibility of having an abortion so I was just trying to be extra safe.
An added bonus was that there was a lot less of a mess to clean up at the end. My blowjobs would always lead to sex anyways so we would go straight to a condom. I never had any desire to have their cum on me, or in me for that matter.
I went to college about 2 hours away from where I grew up; far enough away so that I only ran into a few people I knew from high school. It was kinda like a new beginning. I had to make all new friends and acquaintances and get used to living in a new area.
I guess it was time to focus on myself and what I wanted to do with my life. I wanted to improve myself and be a good person; not that I was bad, but I wanted to improve mentally and physically.
Going to college actually made it pretty easy to get into shape. I played catcher on the softball team in high school and I was on the volleyball team, but that only did so much for my figure. There was a gym on campus right next to my dorm that I owed a lot of credit to when it came to getting fit.
I had really come a long way since high school and even middle school. In middle school I was just pudgy. My friends even made fun of me because I had the biggest butt in the group. I had finally started to get some curves in high school, I actually had a pair of boobs and hips. But at that time I was still uncomfortable in my own body.
It was now the first week of the spring semester, which started in January, and I had certainly spent a lot of time during the fall semester working out. I was back in my room at college. As I got changed I admired myself in the mirror. All the hard work I put in at the gym was finally showing.
I still had a really big butt (I guess that wasn't going away, it was the kind that would jiggle no matter how small a movement I made), but I was starting to feel good about my body. I was short at 5'2" and 130 lbs. I probably lost about 20 lbs since I started college. My bra size was a 34C. I guess you could say I had a pear shaped body. My tits were kinda big but my ass got all the attention from wandering eyes. My legs were pretty thick, but tight (for a girl), and I owe all that to my dedication to the gym. I definitely noticed guys staring at me when I did squats at the gym, but I never gave any more attention to it than that.
Near the end of last semester I started to gain more confidence in myself and as a result I started to wear more flattering and revealing clothing. I got a boyfriend, Alex, near the beginning of last semester and he had mixed reactions. I could tell my body and new clothing turned him on but he was also pretty jealous whenever we went out or if I was around other guys. But I didn't let his jealousy bother me - I obviously wasn't going to cheat on him!
I noticed that I was spending more time in front of the mirror lately, but I couldn't help but to admire my own body and all the work I've put into it. Before I slid on my bra and thong I let my hands explore myself a bit. I let them gravitate to my boobs. I cupped them in my hands; they were about a handful. Milky white and pale, just like the rest of my body. I squeezed them gently and pinched my nipples just enough to get them hard. It felt good but I had to get changed, maybe there would be time for that later.
I undid my ponytail and let my hair down. It fell down just past my perky nipples. It was jet black and naturally a little wavy. I liked my dark hair a lot since it contrasted against my pale skin. When I was younger I always wanted to be tanner with light hair but now I appreciated what I had.
I gathered my clothes and started to change into them; first up was my underwear. My bra and thong were a matching pair that was lacy and black. My hands wandered to my tummy; I still had extra weight there that I wanted to lose. I realized I looked better than I ever had but it still made me self conscious. I slipped into my leggings which were nice and cozy, I was glad to wear something warm during the winter. Since they were so tight they were sure to turn some heads, but I didn't care since they fit me nicely.
So I put on the rest of the clothes and checked my hair and makeup to make sure everything looked alright. There was a knock at the door; I had been waiting for Alex to get here so we could leave for to go hang out with some friends.
I tried to get out of my room a lot since my roommate, Kate, was a bitch. She was loud, obnoxious, and disrespectful to me. I think she might've been oblivious to how she was. But I couldn't deny she was hot. She had guys over so much it seemed like she couldn't keep her legs closed for more than a few days at a time. Which was another reason I disliked her; she always kicked me out of the room when she had guys over!
I opened the door and Alex greeted me. "Hey are you almost ready?" he asked as he kissed me on the cheek. "Yeah I just got finished changing. Just gimme one more minute," I said as I went back to the mirror. I just wanted one more look before I headed out. Alex came up behind me and put his arms around me; hands resting in my hips and I could feel him against my butt. I quickly finished with the mirror and gently pushed him away and said "Now now, don't get any ideas!"
