All characters in this story are fictional and over 18 years old.
The sun's warm light shining through Keli's bedroom window drew her slowly toward consciousness. Not her window, so much as her parents' now that she was officially a college freshman living on campus.
Home for spring break, a month after her 18th birthday and having graduated from high school with advanced AP credits, she was one of the newest students at Texas A&M. As if that weren't bad enough, Keli had inherited her mother's slight frame and diminutive height. Standing only 4'11", the only thing that separated Keli from her high school friends also served as a source of embarrassment. In the shower after track practice, Keli would strategically place her long blond hair over her large, firm D-cup breasts in the hope that the other girls wouldn't notice how big she was. More than once she had noticed other girls looking at her boobs and snickering, making jokes about how such a small girl could carry such a rack.
It didn't help that Keli had large brown nipples or that for some bizarre reason she had never sprouted more than a small blond tuft of nearly invisible pubic hair. She pictured the other girls looking at her and laughing at her long doe-like legs and seemingly bald pussy while her pendulous breasts appeared to take up more than half of her body.
The boys of course gave her plenty of attention and she had gotten used to them staring at her chest while they attempted to make conversation with her. Even her professors seemed to gravitate to her and she had already learned how to use this to her advantage, wearing low-cut tank tops to most of her classes and sitting in the front row. Lately she had started wearing short mini-skirts as well and when the mood struck her she would slowly part her legs during lectures and laugh to herself as the professor would begin stumbling over his words, drawn to the sight of her tiny pink thong that barely covered her puffy soft pussy lips.
Despite all her teasing, Keli was sexually innocent for her age. The few boys she had dated seemed concerned about only their own pleasure; groping her breasts at every opportunity and making clumsy efforts to paw their sweaty hands inside her skirt. If pressed, Keli would admit that she enjoyed feeling the effect she had on them, their hard cocks pressed against her as they sought to conquer her. Sometimes she would acquiesce and let one of her dates slide his finger inside her panties but without exception they knew nothing about how to pleasure a woman. She wanted to tell them that finger-fucking really wasn't—it was about finding the hidden spot and gently caressing it, bringing it up and arousing it.
But the boys were clueless and would plough their fingers up inside her tight little pussy, thinking that it would make her cum on the spot. She had gotten very good at faking orgasms, and the only solace she had found was that she loved giving pleasure more than receiving it. Keli loved giving blowjobs. She could cum just from sucking the head of a boy's cock into her mouth, feeling the ridge between her lips and then the veiny length of him plunging down her throat. She knew that her mouth was an instrument and that with a little urging, her tongue and lips could make a boy cum in less than a minute, shooting rope after rope of hot cum into her mouth and down her throat. Keli hoped that some day she could find a man who was worthy of her attentions, who appreciated her oral skills as much as her large breasts but also had the character to make her feel the same kind of unadulterated lust. So far, that day had not come.
As the sun warmed her body and drew her awake, Keli felt the soft white cotton sheets against her naked body. One habit that she had not been able to shake in college was sleeping naked. Growing up, she had never cared for the constriction of pajamas and enjoyed the feeling of her naked body languidly wrapped in her sheets and bedspread. This morning was no exception, and as she began to wake up, Keli's hands found their way between her thighs, pressing each of her thumbs against her pussy lips. She knew that if she pulled her lips apart gently and used her index fingers to softly tickle her little clitoris she would be able to make herself cum. Placing her feet together with her knees bent deeply to the side, Keli slowly spread her lips and found that special place, rubbing it with both fingers until warmth overtook her and she bucked her little hips up in the air. Then, and only then, she plunged two fingers into her pussy and while rubbing her clit with her thumbs began to fuck herself. The orgasm was exquisite and soft, Keli's wetness dripping down onto the sheets and coating her firm thighs. Even the top sheet was soaked as Keli flailed against her hands, tossing her head back and forth as her orgasm overtook her. Juices from her sopping wet pussy coated her fingers and made delicious sucking noises as she brought herself to a climax.
Now fully awake, Keli put on one of her dad's large white v-neck tee shirts and padded downstairs, her fingers still glistening with her own cum. Keli's mom left early every morning and came home late, the successful marketing executive's lifestyle. Her dad was an attorney but worked an untraditional job, mostly from home. From what Keli could tell he represented clients accused of various sex crimes, ranging from prostitution to public exposure. Most of his work occurred at night, when he would be summoned to the local jail to meet with a prospective client. During the day he worked on his case files and spent many hours on the phone negotiating with local district attorneys and judges.
This morning was no exception. When Keli came downstairs she found a pot of coffee brewing and her dad sitting on the couch with his laptop perched on his legs, typing off a letter. Wearing only boxer shorts, her dad's soccer legs and firm abs made him look 20 years younger than he actually was. Keli mumbled a good morning and went straight to the coffee machine to pour herself a cup. Her dad looked up and gave her a warm smile, taking in his daughter's radiance and noticing how much she had matured since she had left for college. He had always admired her lithe, small body, but now her firm, ripe breasts pressed hard against his tee shirt and he could see her nipples protruding through the thin cotton. His cock surged involuntarily as he took in the sight of her long slim legs while she stood at the coffee machine. He could see her tight, firm little ass clearly through the shirt and knew that she wasn't wearing any panties. He castigated himself for imagining what her tight little ass would feel like cupped in his hands, her large breasts pressed against him. He could practically taste her nipples and feel her bald pussy cupped in the palm of his hand.
"Good morning sweetie," her dad said. "It's so good to have you home."
"Morning Pops," Keli responded sleepily.
Keli filled her coffee mug and walked over to the couch, plopping down next to her dad and looking over his shoulder at the laptop screen. "What are you working on?" she asked, leaning her head against his chest and taking a sip of her coffee.
"New case, this poor woman's husband hired a private investigator to spy on her. Apparently she was renting hotel rooms and entertaining young men for, uh, discrete encounters."
