OK, OK, I know it sounds really bad to say that about someone, especially when that someone is you, but what else can I say. It's so very true and I have never been one to lie about things or about myself. What? What am I talking about? Who am I? Well let me clear things up a little bit for you.
My name is Cathy. I'm 21 years old, 5'6" and weighing in at a wonderful 125 lbs. Not too bad right? Not too waif and not too heavy, not that those are bad things at all. Anyway, I have long black hair that is very curly and I have light brown eyes. People, mostly men, say I have a nice smile, but I think they're just looking at my body when they say that. While certainly not porn quality material, I'm definitely attractive, with my nice tight ass and my (too small) B-cup tits. Oh, I forgot to mention that I am a total slut.
Yeah, that's what I was talking about earlier. I'm a total slut and I love it. Sex is just something that plays an enormous part in my life. Now don't get me wrong, I don't go around naked and fuck anything that moves, but I have been known to indulge myself in a number of men and women from time to time...to time. These sexual feelings all started in high school after I lost my virginity at the tender age of 16 to a senior at a party. You've heard it all before so I'll spare you the details. Let's just say that that one great fuck unveiled a whole new world of sexual pleasure to me. Anyway, on to my story.
I had just moved to beautiful Mystic Valley in the month of August. I was accepted to attend the Mystic Valley University as a transfer student from UCLA, and moved there about a month before the semester started. After I settled into my small, perfect-for-college-income apartment, I looked around for a job. Well, lucky for me I was hired at a clothing store in the Mystic Valley Mall, making a slave's wages for the week, but enough to get me by the school year.
Yeah, yeah I know...GET TO THE SEX! Man, you people are demanding! Well after a few days of making friends, I was invited to a little before-the-semester party by one of the girl's in my apartment building. So, always up for a party and always looking for a little action, I dressed in my sexiest black dress, held on my body by two thin straps and rising just above my knees. Since my titties are small and firm, I hardly ever wear a bra.
So, looking myself over once in the mirror and confirming that in my own eyes I looked fucking hot, I made my way 3 floors below to the sounds of the raging party. Well, this little get-together was something more along the lines of a 5 kegger (5 kegs of beer, duh) and the apartment was already overflowing with returning students. 'Good thing this is a students only building,' I thought to myself as I made my way through the crowd, grabbing a beer and saying my 'helloes' to the people I did know.
After about 2 hours of being cramped and shoved together with 50 or so drunk college guys, and having my ass grabbed an uncountable number of times (not at all too unpleasant), I decided to call it quits for the night. As I finally pushed my way out the door and into the nearly empty hallway, a voice called out behind me barely heard above the racket. "What?" I asked, turning around to see possibly the hottest guy I have seen in a very long time walking up to me.
"I said," he repeated, leaning in close to my ear to be heard, "where are you going? The hottest girl at the party leaves before I have a chance to hit on her?"
Well, this was very nice...very nice indeed. "Yeah, it was getting way too crazy in there for me. I'm not much of a drinker, well beer drinker anyway, and I prefer the comfortable get-togethers of say 10 people, not 100," I replied into his own ear, laughing.
"Same here," he replied. "Hey listen, my name is John."
"Cathy," I said, extending my hand in introduction. "Nice to meet you, Cathy," John smiled. "So, do you want to get out of here Cathy? Go for a walk or something? Getting kind of stuffy in this building."
"Sure, lead the way," I smiled and followed John out the building and into the warm night. Since it was the last lingering days of August, the Indian Summer still held sway over the weather and it was warm night, but not humid which made everything seem comfortable. As John and I walked across the grass of the park next to the apartments, I couldn't help but stare at him. John was a little taller than me, 5'9" and nicely toned, not overly muscular, with short brown hair and from what I could remember in the hallway hazel or light brown eyes. And while my mouth absently talked to John about moving here from LA and how he was a junior Biology major, my eyes were looking at his crotch and the hardening bulge showing and my mind was telling me that it was been 2 months since I last had sex. Far too long.