An Innocent Obsession

AN INNOCENT OBSESSION

Before I start my story about how I changed from being a “Goody Two Shoes” into a proper “bitch-assed slut” on the top floor of the Freshman Girl’s dorm, I want to stress I am a very good girl.

For God’s sake, I am a full-blooded Presbyterian.

My mom still looks real good for her age. Even after four children she has a nice-looking body and a smile that lights up the room. Just before I went off to the University up in Chapel Hill, I went shopping with her and was shocked at how the skirt-chasing men all craned their necks to get a good look at her petite little ass.

I usually hid my light under a basket because I wanted no entanglements with guys and kind of liked being one of the last virgins in my class.

It is really weird for a 19 year old to have a mother of almost forty who still has got oodles of sex appeal without even using make-up. She was very devoted to my dad who was kind of distracted all the time thinking about what his next sermon would be about. She is a terrible flirt but I am certain she would never do anything to ruin her marriage of twenty years.

My mom is very religious and my daddy is a minister. I am quite religious myself, at least on the surface. I always wear my little gold cross to give warning to pussy-hounds that I am not easy pickings. She gave me a whole litany of do’s and don’ts for living in the girl’s dorm. Some of them are very funny but I am too embarrassed to even repeat them here. The concept of contraception was sort of a minefield of conversation in my home but she made no bones about making sure I was properly informed and had plenty of back-up plans in case the dirty deed was ever perpetrated.

I never told my parents but I have been pretty well tutored on all sexually related activities by my Aunt Veronica who was a closet lesbian. She had me for the entire previous summer when my parents were on a missionary trip. When I say “had me” I really mean had me. My Aunt Veronica who liked to be called Ronnie showed me every position imaginable. She used her many dildos to exercise all of my openings several times each evening. She also taught me words I had never heard before and described what they meant in great detail as we lay in bed and sipped delicious red wine.

Ronnie told me that my best feature was my nicely-shaped ass. She assured me that the fact I could quickly slide into an anal orgasm was something most males would treasure in a female companion. She constantly cautioned me about my shameful tendency to loudly voice my appreciation of various angles of impalement. She trained me to restrain myself and keep my vociferous utterances to a muffled whimper. In fact, the very restraint she imposed on me magnified my physical orgasm and led to my many visible liquid releases.

Other than my Auntie Ronnie, I had no interest in other females and never revealed my expertise in lesbian activities either in school or in other relationships.

My entire senior year in high school was when I got sort of close to my brother Todd. He was only a year younger than me at age 18 and had just gotten over a bad bout of acne. I jokingly told him on the back porch one night that the best medicine for keeping the pimples away was to shoot his load each and every evening. He looked at me all red-faced and embarrassed and admitted that he did just that every night and it seemed to work.

“Well, Todd you shouldn’t have to do that all by your lonesome. Why not ask your girlfriend to take things in hand for you?”

Todd told me that he had broken up with his girlfriend and that she would never do such a thing for him anyway.

I felt so sorry for him that I told him to slip into my room after our parents were asleep and I would take care of the problem for him.

“But, Todd you got to promise me you will never tell anyone about it. Do you promise?”

He looked at me with a different look in his eye and nodded his head and agreement with my terms.

“I promise Abby. I will never tell anyone. You can trust me!”

I was a little nervous the very first time because I had no experience with a real cock. I had only been exposed to the fake ones used by my Aunt Ronnie. When he slipped thru my door, I was dressed only in my baby-doll and panty set and I could see Todd was already hard as a rock. He was so into it that he even remembered to bring a bottle of lubrication with him to make it a nice wet experience. I discovered later on that all men are not as well-endowed as my brother. I never measured but it was probably about ten inches long and very thick. In fact, it was so thick that I couldn’t ever get my fingers all the way around it. I loved playing with the round bulb on the end and tickling his little pee-hole. By the end of that year, I was well acquainted with cocks and how to make them spurt long streams of creamy cum. For some reason, Todd loved to shoot his load right onto my belly button and we both got in the habit of licking away all traces of the evidence.

Todd begged me to allow him to rub his cock on my bottom and in the last couple of months before I left for the University, I would let him get on top of me and slide his thing up and down my lubricated crack. I have to admit it was a real turn-on for me but I never told him that. I made him think I was totally oblivious to his nasty treatment of my ass. The feel of his cum shooting onto my back and even up deep in my crack was a sheer delight. I had to hide my laughter when he would apologize for his bad behavior after such an episode. If he only knew how much I really wanted his beautiful cock buried deep inside my pucker hole, he would be astonished.

Despite my relationship with my Aunt Ronnie and my granting of favors to my brother Todd, I still considered myself a very good girl. After all, I was still a virgin and I never really flirted with anybody. I considered my Aunt Ronnie as a thoughtful tutor and my bother as an act of mercy on my part. So I was really studying and tending to the needs of others. That couldn’t possibly be bad.

I guess my very first taste of independence was when I went off to the University in Chapel Hill. I had every intention of applying myself to my studies and not to be distracted by the strong undercurrents of sexual promiscuity running rampant on the campus. I dressed very plainly and always in loose-fitting clothes that would not draw attention to me.

My very first impression of my two roommates was somewhat chaotic. Doors were banging, parents were standing in every corner looking totally lost and out of place. Diversity had certainly arrived on this North Carolina campus as my two roommates were a tiny little Japanese girl and a very dark-looking Hispanic girl with oversized glasses and some serious looking braces.

Yummi was from a city called Yokohama. I looked it up on Google and saw that it was very modern and was a busy seaport. She spoke very good English and was a science major which was unusual for a girl. At least, I think it was unusual. I didn’t know any other female science majors. She had the cutest little perky breasts with delicate nipples that looked like little cherries on top of an ice cream sundae.

Maria was a different story entirely.

She was a real street kid. Also, she was almost two years older than Yummi and I at the ripe old age of 21. She told Yummi and me that she had lost her cherry bending over a garbage can when she was only 16 years old. Pregnant and had a baby when she was only seventeen. Of course, the baby went to the nuns and she repented for her sins each and every Sunday.

“That’s why it took me longer to get my diploma and all.”

Yummi looked at us and shrugged her shoulders. She told us that she was no longer a virgin because she was a swim team member and in Japan the female swim team members are required to have sex because it makes them stronger swimmers. She assured us that it was only after they passed 16 because they had strict rules in the swim team clubs.

“It is not a bad thing. All of the boys on my team have explored the inside of my tunnel. I really enjoyed it to be honest about it. Some of them were very worried and afraid I would form an attachment but I thought they were all very funny with their hard sticks poking me and making funny noises.”

I asked her if she had a boyfriend.

“No, boyfriend not allowed. Not acceptable for young girls.”

I had to giggle at the thought of this pretty little girl being banged by a number of horny young male swimmers and not be allowed to have a boyfriend. Even Maria was scratching her head thinking about the strange culture differences.

We all unpacked our clothes and I noticed Maria had a lot of frilly panties and thongs of all different colors and styles. She told me she had been collecting them for a while and they each reminded her of a special friend or special moment.

“This one here don’t got no crotch, girl! You know the boys like this one.”

Maria told us that she had been on the pill because she did not want another unwanted pregnancy. In addition to the pill, she showed us cartons of condoms of all colors and with different textures. I was engrossed with one that promised a “Rough Ride” and was called Hard Rider. She also told us that she always kept a bottle of “morning after” pills just in case of a mistake. I could see she was really serious in her determination to keep from getting knocked up. I had never really thought about it in depth before being a virgin and all, but I could understand why she was so adamant about being safe instead of sorry.

My first night in the dorm gave me a taste of what was in store for me in college.

I was lying in my bed listening to the sounds of Maria licking Yummi’s pussy with great gusto. Little Yummi was whimpering like a little lost puppy and I could hear her feet pounding on Maria’s naked back as she spiraled into a convulsive orgasm. Admittedly, I was frigging myself as hard as I could to keep pace with the two of them but managed to keep it secret under the sheets.

I waited patiently in my bed because I did not want to seem too eager to be part of the BFF little group. Soon I saw the outline of a form silently creeping over to my bed. I could hear Maria snoring loudly on the other side of the room, so I deduced that it was Yummi approaching me with great caution. I stifled a giggle because I thought she would make a lousy ninja with all the little noises she was making on the wood floor. I kept my eyes closed and breathed real regular, but I knew Yummi realized I was fully awake and aware of her proximity.

The little minx snuggled in next to me and turned her backside into me so that I was spooning her like a horny lover. Her tiny ass cheeks feel terrific and her gentle curves fit into me like a velvet glove. I let my face fall softly onto her pulsating neck and my tongue emerged to taste her delicate skin. She was not like my Aunt Ronnie at all. She was all soft and snuggly. She was sweet to my taste and her scent was stirring my honey pot to full boil.

I could not restrain myself any longer and I slipped two fingers up deep into her vagina and felt the brimming wetness of her heated slit. Her whimper turned into a moan so deep and visceral that I almost squirted my female juices all over her beautiful ass.

I whispered in my new friend’s ear.

“Give it up to me, little Yummi. I want your cream all over my fingers. But be ever so quiet. I don’t want to awaken Maria with the sounds of our love-making.”

Yummi was trembling like a leaf in the winter’s wind. She opened her legs and took my fingers deep inside. I had to put my hand over her mouth to keep her from shouting out when she released her passion.

I did my best to calm her down and pulled her mouth up to my searching lips. We fought a duel of tongues and it didn’t matter who won or who lost. What really mattered was drinking each other’s juices with thirsty tongues and lips until we became a single being.

We both fell asleep wrapped in each other’s arms and early the next morning I awoke to Yummi scampering back to her own bed before Maria could see where she had spent the entire night.

This was going to be an interesting school year.