My name is Alexandra, although I normally go by Alex. I turned 19 just a few months ago after I graduated from my Sophomore year of college. I loved my time away so much that all I could think about all summer was going back.
So far, I had been fairly adventurous in college. Mostly using dating apps for the first time and having a few one-night stands. I'd also begun to discover my sexuality for the first time. I was no stranger to admiring women, especially lingering in the mirror after stepping out of the shower.
My skin is fairly white, but I tanned easily, so during the summer months I more closely resembled my Greek heritage. I'm about 5'8" which is on the taller side for girls, but my body is shaped perfectly to compliment my stature. My back arches just enough to compliment my already plump ass. It's just big enough to have some jiggle but still remain perky enough to hold its round and bouncy form. Even naked my ass holds the same form as if I was wearing yoga pants.
My tits are arguably more impressive. They're D cups but cause me a lot of back problems (especially when I go for runs in nothing but a sports bra and booty shorts barely longer than my underwear) so I tend to wear C cups to help compress them. This leads to people thinking my boobs are smaller than they are, and some pleasantly surprised faces when someone finally gets me in bed (or any other place we happen to be undressing one another.)
So yeah, I was quite fond of the female form going into college, but it wasn't until I got to my insanely open-minded Liberal Arts college that I really started to explore that. One particularly lonely and drunk night, I changed my dating app settings to include women as well. Within a few swipes I had already matched with a perfect 10.
For comparison, I've got black hair I normally wear in a ponytail, and my face gives off of a "girl-you-meet-at-a-coffee-shop" kind of vibe. I usually wear hoodies around campus unless I'm going out to party. Meg, the women I matched with, was 5'10" with blonde hair long enough to cover her like a mermaid. Speaking of which, she had the tits to match. Almost every pic on her profile had her dressed in a skimpy bikini that showed off her B cup breasts and perfectly formed hips that shaped her incredible ass. She looked like a Greek goddess.
I didn't expect her to match with me since my profile consisted of several pictures of me in a Star Wars t-shirt (as well as one of me in the Slave Leia costume so maybe that helped.) However, we matched instantly and immediately hit it off.
She was a Senior when I was a Freshman which arguably could be a bit icky, but she was very nurturing and above board about her intentions. I explained my situation to her, and she offered to be a "test drive" of sorts to see if I liked women. That was like going to see if you wanted to buy a Prius and the salesman lets you try out a Lamborghini to see how you feel about it. So of course, I accepted.
The next night I went over to her place. It was a townhouse on campus, which was the first time I had seen student housing that wasn't a crappy dorm. She lived with all guys and from what I could tell, she had definitely fucked all of them. It's possible she did it regularly, but I didn't blame her since they were all gorgeous. I even saw one exit the shower and I nearly squealed as he said hello to me with his abs and "V" shaped pelvis glistening.
After some small talk with the godly men, Meg took me into her room. She put on Star Wars (Episode III if you were wondering.) God I was already falling for this girl. She put her hand on my thigh right after the opening of the movie, I was so nervous I could feel my heart about to beat out of my chest, but I kept my cool.
Then, just as General Grievous appeared on screen, she slowly leaned over and gently kissed my neck. Her lips were soft and the chill from the wetness of her mouth sent a lightning bolt of sensation from my neck directly to my crotch. I felt myself quiver at her touch.
"Is this okay?" She asked.
"Yes, please." I responded.
Please? One touch from this woman and I was already groveling at her feet. She must've been used to this because all she did was snicker and go in for a second nibble on my neck. My hips impulsively moved forward. She must've noticed that because her hand slid a tad farther up my thigh.
I was wearing a white skirt with stockings on, so every inch she moved she came closer and closer to felling my wet undies. She stopped halfway up my skirt, about an inch away from my crotch. Almost involuntarily, I slid down so my pussy would land right in her hand.
"Someone's eager." She whispered.
I whimpered in response.
She completely owned me and she knew it. She quickly removed her hand from my crotch, and took her lips off my ear, I felt my body scream out begging her to come back.
"Well, if I'm going to help you feel good, why don't you do something for me." She said as she sat up onto her knees, leaving me laying down below her.
"Anything." I said.
"Since you're so excited, why don't you get naked for me. I'd love to watch you strip so I can see that beautiful body." She said.
That snapped me out of my haze for just a brief moment. She wanted me to get completely naked? In front of her? While she remained fully clothed?
"So I'll be the only one without clothes?" I sheepishly asked.
She must've thought that was cute because she gave her heavenly chuckle and put her hand back on my thigh.
"Maybe if you're a good girl while I'm fucking you, I'll let you see me naked." Her voice switched. It was still soft but now with a noticeable sternness.
My trance returned. She had me under her thumb and that's right where I wanted to be. I didn't even respond, instead I sat up and stood at the foot of the bed. I had already taken my shoes off so all I had on was my matching lacey black lingerie, my white skirt, and a light blue t-shirt.
I was hoping the lingerie would be a bit visible through the light fabric I had chosen, but it ended up not mattering since I didn't have the outer layer on for long. Meg was wearing a tight black dress that cut off just before the knees. It was the kind that most girls would put on to go out for the night, but Meg made it seem like casual house attire.
