I’m 18 and a freshman in college, and I go to a school 3,000 miles away from my hometown. I made sure I went far away from my folks so I could really let loose and have fun.
The first thing I wanted to do when I got to college was have sex. I’d waited 18 long years to lose my virginity, and I was determined to get that little problem taken care of before I worried about anything else. Of course, I didn’t realize it would work out in exactly the way that it did.
I’d always figured I’d end up losing it to some wild fraternity boy or maybe some cute, emo guy from the fine arts program. But Becca wasn’t either of those things. Hell, Becca wasn’t even a guy! It was the last thing I’d expected, but it was still really cool. This is how it happened:
On the very first day, when I moved into the dorms, I met my new roommate, Becca. She was the perky blonde cheerleader type, and she started in the minute we met, telling me how great it was to have me as a roommate and how excited she was to be in college and that she was “super psyched” to be living on her own and doing “all kinds of awesome college things!” I kind of hated her, but I figured I may as well make friends, since I had to live with her for a whole year.
On the first night, there was a mixer in the cafeteria, and Becca insisted we go. It sounded lame to me, but I figured there’d be at least a couple cute guys there, so it was at least worth making a quick appearance. Of course, I’d been right: It was lame. So after 10 minutes of being hit on by losers and freaks, Becca and I decided to ditch the party and go back up to our room and watch some movies.
“Well, that was a total waste!” I said grumpily. “Not a cute guy in the bunch. Argh!” I was really pissed about my bad luck.
When Becca asked what had me so peeved, I decided to tell her the truth. Best to let her know what I was up to now then to have her find out when I needed the room to myself for some “extracurricular activities.” She laughed when I complained about wanting to lose my virginity immediately, if not sooner, and I couldn’t understand what she found so fucking hilarious about my problem.
“You don’t need a hot guy for that,” Becca said when she caught my curious stare.
“What, you want me to sleep with some ugly guy? Eww!”
Becca sighed. “No, that’s not what I meant. I meant you don’t need a guy at all.” I just stared at her.
A second later she kissed me. Her lips were soft and so were her hands, which were moving all over me. In the back of my head I thought for a bit about pushing her away, but I couldn’t bring myself to do it. I wanted to keep on kissing her, and that thought kind of surprised me. But I didn’t fight it, and I kissed her back.
Our room had bunk beds, and Becca had the bottom bunk. As our kiss heated up, she guided me to the bed, her bed, and moved to sit down, taking me with her. I was getting more comfortable with her, and I started exploring her body with my hands. I’d made out with guys before, of course, and Becca’s body was much softer. She had curves like mine, only more pronounced, and I loved the way they felt under my hands.
Now I was really into Becca, and I forgot all about my hunt for the perfect guy to take my virginity. Becca was more than qualified for the job.
When she started taking my clothes off, I felt myself getting wet. I’d never wanted to have sex as much as I did at that moment, and I wanted to have sex with Becca. She worked quickly, and I was naked and laying beneath her within minutes. Somehow she’d managed to undress herself, too, and when her naked body pressed against mine I moaned. It felt good!
The next thing that I felt were Becca’s fingers at my pussy, and I jumped at the touch. Her fingers were warm, even against my hot, wet skin, and I arched into her palm. That made her work her fingers harder and faster, in my pussy and against my clit, and the more she touched my body, the more aroused I felt. She plunged her fingers into me and she used them to fuck me, and with every thrust, I got wetter and wetter. I was finally losing my virginity, and I was loving it!
Becca fucked my pussy with her fingers, and though I’d never had sex before, I had a feeling doing it the traditional way wouldn’t have been any better than what I was already doing. Which, I should say, was amazing! I couldn’t believe how many different sensations I was experiencing, all from this blonde cheerleader’s stroking fingers. Then I came.
Oh. My. God. I’d read about what orgasms are like, and I’d seen movies that had smoking hot sex scenes, but this was different. It was better. A lot better. I wanted to do it again. I wanted to have Becca fucking me again, and I wanted to do it for her, too. I wanted to come over and over as much as possible, and I really wanted to make her come, too.
We spent the rest of the night in Becca’s bed, trying all kinds of things I’d never done before. And we did it all over again the next day, too. I couldn’t believe what a wild girl my perky roommate really was!
I’m still looking forward to having sex with a guy sometime a hot guy, hopefully but I’m not about to settle for just anyone. Besides, I have Becca to keep me satisfied until then! Name and address withheld