Hi. You can call me Evelyn.
There are some things you should know about me before we get started. First, I'm 5' 5". I have blonde hair. I wear it short. 34C. I usually hover around 115 pounds. Second, aside from a few minor details (like names), this is autobiographical. Lastly, I'm not what you would call a 'good girl' or a 'nice person'. I'm sharing this with you because it gets me off. If you don't like me, I don't care. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. You might want to keep some tissues handy.
Despite the best efforts of my parents and pastor, I didn't arrive at college with my virginity intact. The rules here prevent me from telling that story. Let's just say I learned how to get what I wanted at an early age and leave it at that. The layout of my dorm room was simple enough; a communal living room, kitchenette, and bathroom with four attached bedrooms. I was the new girl, filling a vacancy left by a graduate. My three roommates had been together since their freshman year. They were juniors when I moved in. Lacey and Devon were both slender brunettes. Lacey had beautiful green eyes and a boyish figure. She was studying photography. Devon had a rack on her, the kind that meant she'd never be lonely. She was an English major. Madison was blonde like me. A communications major, she had one of those perfect, pretty faces. Her smile was plastic. She was from money, superior and condescending. I disliked her immediately. That's why I did it.
Parker was Madison's boyfriend. He played football for the school and had a hard body to prove it. He was also a sweet, unassuming boy. I didn't have a car so, on my second day on campus, he gave me a ride downtown to pick out a new laptop. I was wearing a zipper hoodie and a denim skirt. We chatted idly, mostly about Madison. I pretended not to notice his furtive glances at my legs as he talked. I even slouched in the seat a little to give him a better view. Nothing drastic, just a little more thigh. After about half an hour of shopping I picked out a computer and a few accessories. On the way out, I pretended to need a bathroom break. While Parker waited patiently, I took off my shirt and bra and hid them in my shopping bag. Panties? I wasn't wearing any. I almost never do, especially when I wear skirts. Even if nobody comes close to catching a glimpse, it turns me on knowing I could let them. A few minutes later we were back in the car. I was already wet with anticipation.
"Thanks for the ride," I told him as we pulled away. He nodded and we went back to small talk. I reclined my seat and began to unzip my hoodie.
"What are you do..." he started to ask, falling silent when he noticed the bare flesh.
At first, I only let him see the stripe from my neck to my naval. Then, I slipped a hand beneath and started to fondle a breast, pinching and twisting my nipple. I let the hoodie fall open as I ran my other hand over my body. Starting at my neck, I slid it slowly down until my fingers dipped below the waistband of my skirt. "How long have you been with Madison?" I asked, parting my thighs.
"Umm... We," he stammered. A car horn prompted him to give the road a little more attention. "Three years."
