I was a freshman in college when I met her. I was attending a technical college, seeking to get a degree in architecture. As any architecture student will tell you, the first year course content is less about learning architectural fundamentals, and more about trying to get a little sleep whenever possible. During this time, I developed many friendships that last to this day. Most are guys, since as with any technical college the campus is over-saturated with men, but a few of them were girls. I somehow managed to befriend the prettier ones, and from them, only Rebecca stood out. Just under five feet eight inches tall and about one hundred and ten pounds, Rebecca was a slim and charming brunette with a fiery will that was almost as sexy as she was. I had met Rebecca well into Fall and didn't become friends with her until December before our winter break began. During the few days we did hang out, we spent most of the time just enjoying idle conversation while smoking shisha from one of my hookahs. I worked at a store that sold hookahs and tobacco, so in a way it was advertising for the store, but also it was a way from me to take a break from the grind and enjoy some time with friends.
Despite getting to know each other in the few short days before the vacation, we hit it off well and I could see this becoming a great friendship. We spent nearly every moment together, mostly just hanging around campus, or going out to eat with a group of friends, but friends and otehr people who saw us together noticed that something between us was forming. I, too, had to admit that I was becoming quite enamored with her. She had a sweet face with beautiful features, framed by long dark brown hair, supported by a graceful neck, and decorated with pert little breasts and luscious curves. During our conversations, I noticed a little flash in her mouth every time she spoked. Now, I had never been with a girl with any piercings before, so the thought of what she could do with that little barbell had me fantasizing late at night many times that vacation.
We talked online often, sharing stories of past adventures. I told her about my wild teen years, while she spoke of small acts of rebellion against overly repressive parents. I took one of these opportunities to ask her about her tongue piercing. She said it was the first thing she did when she turned eighteen. She loved tattoos and piercing, mainly because of the taboo it held within her family. She told me she didn't identify with her kin, and wanted to separate herself from the depressing normalcy of her childhood and home life. I couldn't relate to her on the level that she was on, but I understood what she was talking about. Next, I asked her about any other ways she acted out, which she obliged by telling me about the myriad of tattoos and jewelry scattered about her body. I could tell she was really into me from the way she described everything, leaving nothing to the imagination. It wasn't nonchalant chatter, but more of a sensuous build-up to greater things. By the end of the break that January, we had shared more about ourselves than we had ever thought we would. I had only met this girl in person a couple times, and yet she felt like an old friend. An old friend who had just shared her sex life and fantasies with me over the course of eighteen days. We swapped desires, tales of love and lust, and she even graced me with some pictures of her more risque tattoos. Despite all the geeky romance, I was uncertain of how it would all go when we met again face to face.
I arrived back at my dorms late in the afternoon. I picked up my key from the housing office and was eager to get everything set up as soon as I could. My computer and bedding would be the first things brought into my room, the rest could stay in the car until I felt motivated enough to go back into the cold to get it. Above all else though was getting my computer set up. The last few days of my break had been without internet or electricity due to severe ice storms, and the greatest thing about going to a tech school was assured internet and power. The lack of internet time has also cut down severely on talking time with Rebecca. I got everything connected and let the computer boot up while I ran out to my car to get a few other things. When I returned, everything was on and ready to use, so I plopped down into my chair and brought up the internet. I as saddened to find the chat lacking in Rebecca, so I took this opportunity to do something else I had neglected to do in a couple days.
Opening up a slew of my favorite porn sites, I decided to seek some much needed relief. I hit all the favorites of mine, but being the picky masturbator I am when it comes to porn, I had to find the right video to blow my load to. I was steadily working my cock while waiting for videos to load, when there came a knock at my door. I did a quick hiding of the porn and stowing of the penis as I called out, "be right there" to the door. I got up and opened the door. I was very surprised to find Rebecca standing there, bundled in a heavy coat, holding a cup of coffee in one hand, and a book bag in the other.
"Oh good!" she said gleefully, "I was hoping you would be in your room. Seeing as how its still a couple days till classes start, I didn't know if you would be here."
"Yeah, I came because I had no electricity at home," he replied smiling.
She looked up at me with those beautiful green eyes, "I heard about the big storms rolling through the middle of the state, and I remember you telling me you lived there, so I kinda figured you would want to get out of there as soon as possible."
I invited her inside, and offered her something to drink, but she refused, holding up her coffee cup.
"Thanks but I got it covered," she said with a wink.
"So you do."
Rebecca glanced around at my sparse living quarters, and asked if that was all I brought with me.
"No," I said, "most is still out in the car, just been to lazy to go out and get it."
"So what you been doing up her all by yourself? Has your roommate come back yet?" she said moving towards my computer.
A quick wave of panic went through me as she approached my computer with the minimized porn in the tray.
"Oh, you know, just bullshitting around on the internet," I said hastily, following after her.
By the time I reached her, she had already sat down in front of the monitor and clicked the suspended tabs, bring up a rather large still frame of a porn actress with a big ole dick in her butt. She looked up at me, smiling coyly.
"Hmmm," she said, looking between me and the screen.
I asked her, "what? 'Hmm' what?"
"When we had talked about anal sex, you said that you weren't really into it, but from what I see here," clicking through all the tabs, "it appears to make up the majority of this porn."
"W-well," I started, "I didn't know how you would react if I told you I really loved anal sex porn. You might have been grossed out by it or something. I mean we don't know each other that personally."
She pretended to be shocked and offended, "Oh my good gracious," she said, theatrically batting her eyelids and placing her hand across her heart, "I can't believe you would say we don't know each other personally. Wasn't it personal when I told you about giving that guy a blowjob in the back of movie theater."
"Yes, but..."
"And wasn't it personal when you told me about fingering a girl on the dance floor at your high school prom?"
"Well yeah, but..."
The she smiled big and said, "Well, you know what? I'd say we know each other personally."
