It was my first week at college. I was eighteen at the time, a young, busty, blonde, finally away from her parents watchful eyes. I was a pretty good student, but with no classes until next week I was ready to catch up on some partying. A good friend of mine from high school came to visit me, she was much more of a wild one than I was so I knew we would party hard.
"You expect me to wear that!?" I was shocked at my friend.
Laying on the bed in front of me was a very short skirt and a super revealing top.
"Look what I'm wearing, you have to dress like this if you want the boys to notice you." Tamara said.
She had on a very similar outfit to the one before me. Her A-cups barely filled out the top, my Ds would be pretty much spilling out of mine. It wasn't just in the chest she was a much smaller girl than me, not saying I was fat, just that she was super skinny. I stood 5'4", weighing 110lbs, she was under five feet and barely had any meat on her little frame.
After enough protest on my part to further convince her I was a good girl, I agreed to wear the outfit she had picked out for me. I got changed and we left my dorm together.
"So where are we going tonight?" I asked.
"Where aren't we?"
This was my campus, but it was just as new to me as it was to Tamara. Tam was always the leader when it was just the two of us. I allowed her much stronger personality to take over.
As we got out of the elevator and exited my dorm building we could see a row of houses a mile long pounding loud music and spilling drunk kids out their doors.
"Let's start with that one. Tamara announced.
She began walking towards a large red brick house.
"Wait for me!" I yelled after her.
I jogged to catch my friend, reaching her right at the house's entrance.
When we made our way into the house Tamara took my hand and pulled me toward a clearing, a makeshift dance floor. We did not have to spend much time on the dance floor alone. Soon two boys approached us. One of them moved Tamara away from me and the other took me.
"Hi, I'm Steve."
"Alisha."
Steve and I danced together for awhile. I was really enjoying myself, so much that I lost track of time.
"You wanna get out of here?" Steve whispered in my ear.
"I can't just ditch my friend."
"Your friend looks like she's a little busy with my roommate." Steve said.
He was pointing to them. Tamara was sitting on the other man's lap, it looked like his tongue was in her stomach!
"She won't even notice you're gone, come back to my room." Steve persisted.
Steve's dorm was not far from mine so I felt safe enough to go alone.
After making the short journey back to his room, Steve and I burst through his door in the midst of a heated make out session. He managed to direct us to his bed. We heaped onto it and I climbed on top of him. As we continued to kiss he pressed his bulge against me. I knew what he wanted and so I started to unbuckle his shorts. My motions caused Steve to stand up and give me a little help. Soon enough we worked through his belt, button, and fly and he pulled his pants down to his ankles.
I quickly did away with his boxer shorts and his five inches popped out at me. I was not pleased with his size, but it would have been rude to stop things now. I wrapped my fingers around him and began to stroke.
