Understanding Kelsey -- I don't suppose a lot of this story will make sense to you unless you can understand my relationship with her. And I don't suppose even that will help unless you understand me.
I am cute. I walk by and guys will give a nod, you know the kind, a quick scan for large firm breasts or a glance when I pass them to check out my ass. I never even used to catch it until I met Kelsey and she pointed it out to me. I'm only 5'2", which pretty much puts me in the cute category by itself. My breasts are small at what I like to call a modified B cup, meaning they are an A but look like a B during a certain time of the month or with the padded bras I normally wear. My hair is chestnut brown, not really, it's just brown, but chestnut brown sounds more exotic. My eyes are hazel, again, not really, just brown. I do, however, have a very nice little ass. At least I think so and most of the people who have given it a squeeze appreciated it. I wear corrective glasses.
So, piece it together, look at my profile pic, there you are. My name is Jessica.
Kelsey. Kelsey is the best thing that ever happened to me. I suppose like most girls with an inner yearning that is appreciated when kept in check in high school, I have a little lesbian inside me that was just dying to 'come out'. And college is the time for such exploration and adventure.
Kelsey is gorgeous. Everyone notices her. Not to suggest that they aren't many other women on my college campus that turn every head, but Kelsey also heads the cheer squad. Kelsey is the lead anchor on the college's morning show filmed and produced by students. Kelsey is continuously on the honor roll. Kelsey also happens to come from a very rich family and drives a red sports convertible.
Kelsey is modelesque, not a word according to my spell check, I just made it up. She is 5'9" and adding her normal heels, she towers over most guys, not to mention nearly all the girls at our college. She has blonde hair. By blonde hair, I mean very light blonde hair, not 'dirty blonde' by any stretch of the imagination. Her body is perfect. Her feet are perfect, every nail, fingers and toes, match and they are a different design every week. Her calves, her thighs, her ass, her hips, they are sculpted by a greater power than genealogy.
Kelsey's belly? HA! More like a set of abs that segregates the two regions of her body that constantly summon all of mankind's deepest desires. Her breasts are an absolute work of art on her perfect body. Those 36C cups would be monstrous on my frame, but they fit her ... well... perfectly. Her neck is the most kissable expanse of flesh I have ever had the pleasure of tasting. Her earlobes are so sensitive and delicious. Her cheek bones are high, her chin is perfectly set on her jaw and elegantly curved.
Her lips... I lack the words to describe those plump, painted, permanently perfectly parted passageways to her mouth. I'll try. They always appear to be wet. Having a seemingly unlimited means, she only uses the finest of beauty products, though I have seen her without any and I have to say they are not required. When those wondrous lips move, you are torn between hearing the words and losing yourself in the commanding presence of those moist full lips.
Kelsey's eyes are the crystal blue of water in the Carribean. I have lost myself in those eyes many times. They are hypnotic, all encompassing orbs that reflect her mood and seem to penetrate your very soul. They read me like a book. They betray only what she wishes them to convey. It is like they are a separate entity unto themselves, but one that she controls without fail.
The way Kelsey dresses is impeccable. There is a line between enticing and slutty and she is above that line. She shows her body without showing her body. Her clothing is tight, but modest in its exposure. She almost looks professional, but she is still dressing for college. She wears a skirt or dress most of the time, but they are never above mid-thigh. You will never catch a glimpse of any article that she does not intend you to see.
So, perhaps you can tell, I was enamored of Kelsey. I was not alone in this respect for her beauty. However, like most people on the campus, I was more in a constant state of awe than of any remote dream that her interest would be returned. When she walks by, it is a wonder that half the school isn't wearing neck braces from watching her closely and jerking their heads away and averting their eyes when she glances back with that smile on her lips. She knows. She always knows and she adores the attention, much the way I would think a Queen would adore being worshipped by her subjects.
I won't go into the details of the year I watched her from afar with the masses. I won't even go into the day and the way we finally met and eventually fell in love. She loves me. She tells me so every day. The problem is, Kelsey is heterosexual. I suppose that isn't entirely true. Would any heterosexual love a member of the same sex? Would they allow them to service them sexually? Would they sleep with them in the same bed? Probably not. But, her parents and her position in the hierarchy of life demand that she be heterosexual and so she was.
This obviously creates an inequitable relationship. For one thing, I am not worthy of her from an aesthetic point of view. I'm not delusional. I know that she could have any man or woman that she chooses. I know that I am fortunate. I know that I am receiving a gift from her with every second of attention that she grants me. I am but a mere mortal granted the presence of a goddess.
Kelsey operates in the light constantly. I compare it to being a celebrity. Outside closed doors, she has an image which must be maintained and tended constantly. A diversion in her demeanor and prominence could easily unbalance her position at the top of the hierarchy of life. This was a matter of great contention between us in the early months of our relationship. It wasn't so much that I wanted her to come out of the closet and lez things up with me in public, it was more that I wanted her to treat me with some manner of respect and dignity, not as her lackey.
But, I get her most intimate moments. Even her boyfriend, whom she publicly adores, will never know the secrets that I hold. Her parents haven't an inkling about the inner most desires of the Kelsey I love. Her entourage sees me as a nobody, a nothing, a pathetic little girl who follows her around and amuses her, and sometimes them.
To understand our relationship, if it is possible, you also need to know this. I enjoy humiliation. I don't go looking for it. I cry myself to sleep sometimes at the things she says to me or the tasks she 'asks' me to perform. But, as Kelsey has convinced me time and time again as she holds me afterwards and watches me bring myself to the most demeaning and powerful orgasms of my life, we are perfect together. She enjoys her part, I enjoy mine. The only difference is, I don't always realize it and she does.
You should also know that she loves her boyfriend Jake. She doesn't lie to me ever. There would be no reason to do so as she has been very clear about our relationship since the first day we spent any time alone. Neither does she lie to him. He knows all about me and I think, to a degree, even though he is absolutely gorgeous, he gets a little jealous sometimes and will put me in my place. Particularly if there is drinking involved.
Her friends all know about our relationship as well. The other members of the cheer squad, her friends from back home, the on camera and behind the scenes crew at 'her' morning show and her other colleagues all know about me. They openly treat me with disdain for the most part. Though on several occasions, I have had one of them come up to me and comfort me for the sake of pity.
And though it breaks my heart sometimes at the things said or the pranks played on me, Kelsey does not let things get out of hand, and none of them would dare to cross her.
And so the groundwork is roughly laid to explain my relationship with Kelsey on campus as Halloween approached.
