Who's April's Fool Now?
Hi, my name is April. When I discovered that there was a story contest for April Fool's Day, I just had to submit mine. What can I say, sometimes real-life events turn out to be crazier than fantasy.
I have been happily married to my handsome husband Jeff for five years. We got married on St. Patrick's Day, and Jeff has always planned our anniversary celebrations well in advance. They always seemed to have some kind of romantic twist that often ended up flowing into an April Fool's Day prank. Most of the time I ended up being the fool, but always in some special erotic fantasy kind of way. Believe me when I tell you that I'm not complaining. This year, I had plans to turn the tables though. I was going to figure out what he was planning and not only foil it, but put together some kind of reverse prank that would prove my practical joker dominance once and for all. First though, a little back story.
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In high school, I was always that shy girl that never drew attention from the boys. By the time I was off to college, I had never so much as been on a date with a boy. Sure, I fantasized about boys all the time, but what teenage girl didn't. I can't say that I had not been kissed by then, because that would be a lie. I can say though, that I hadn't been kissed by a boy.
My BFF in high school was Tammy. She was just about as shy and homely as me but had at least gone to a couple of dances with boys. In my naïve mind, she was the expert. Tammy's parents were going through a nasty divorce, so we seemed to do a lot of sleepovers during our senior year. I guess curiosity got the best of us, and we spent a considerable amount of time "practicing" kissing. If I was ever going to get the opportunity to actually kiss a real boy, I wanted to be prepared. Besides, I justified, girls practice with each other all the time, right?
Okay wait, before your mind even goes there, kissing was all we did. Well, kissing and a lot of undercover masturbating. While neither of us actually acknowledged it, we both knew the other was doing it under the covers while we lay next to each other in my small bed. Just the occasional bump of an arm or sudden shudder of an overly stimulated body, clearly signaled that we were both reaping the benefits of our kiss induced arousal. I often fantasized about touching Tammy in those moments. I knew full well what was hiding under her nightgown. Not that either of us were outwardly promiscuous, but I think we both enjoyed teasing just a little. The occasional up-nightie view while we sat cross legged on the bed, or the accidental bathroom encounter while the other was drying after a shower. I am pretty sure we both wanted secretly to hook up but were both too shy to initiate anything that overtly sexual.
Thinking back to that time always brings a smile to my face. Just imagine two naïvely innocent eighteen-year-old girls sensually kissing for hours as the sexual tension built deep within our curious minds and bodies. A foreboding lust that would never be fully explored but would cause our unmolested bodies to weep from their most private of places as we satisfied the overwhelming desire with our sneaky fingers.
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College was a whirlwind for me. Living with a promiscuous roommate my first year proved to be very educational indeed. I found myself hanging with the in-crowd for the first time in my life, and real sex was readily available at every turn. I was becoming much more confident around boys and found myself dating occasionally. By the end of my freshman year, I hadn't yet lost my virginity but had performed a couple of hand-jobs and was hoping to graduate to blowjobs soon. I had even kissed a girl between her legs during a co-ed drinking game.
I will never forget that moment. My penalty for losing a round was to lay on my back while this girl squatted over my face so I could kiss her panty clad pussy. She was wearing blue cotton panties, and there was already a thin dark wet streak between her puffy lips from earlier challenges. I couldn't help but take a curious whiff while my nose was all up in her business. Her scent was very alluring and immediately triggered my arousal. That little stunt to me, was always the most memorable and mysterious of my limited sexual encounters during my first year of higher education. I certainly had more to learn, especially about girls. My plan was to practice the art of that particular kind of kissing with Tammy over the summer. Unfortunately she moved away with her mother before we had the opportunity.
My real sexual revolution occurred during sophomore year. My new roommate's name was Kelly. She was incredibly beautiful and a self-proclaimed bi-sexual naturalist. I had never met such a free spirit. She only wore clothing when she absolutely had to, and never ever harmed a single hair on her precious body. It didn't take long before my own dress habits and grooming standards started to change. Don't get me wrong, I continued to shave my pits and legs, but started letting the bush grow wild. It just felt so completely liberating to parade around the dorms in the buff. It wasn't long before the rumors started. Rumors that I secretly hoped would become reality.
It didn't take long before we felt comfortable enough to stop hiding our self-pleasure sessions. There is just something so completely erotic about sitting cross legged on a bed and watching another girl touch herself while you do the same. Watching her hands squeeze and caress her eager breasts, those long fingers that disappear seductively into a thick dense patch of silky fur. The look on a climactic face. And let's not forget about the sounds of ecstasy. All my life, I had felt the need to silence my passion. I quickly discovered how important verbalizing one's emotions can be to reaching full sexual satisfaction. There is no doubt that the sounds that emanated from our dorm room only served to perpetuate the rumors.
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