Sighing slightly, I hitched my bookbag up on my shoulder and headed over to the building.
"Ali!" I heard a voice call behind me. I flinched and turned; there was my roommate's friend, Erin, running toward me in a pair of platforms, red curls bouncing, along with her breasts. I am 100% straight, but looking at Erin...sometimes I wonder.
She's very pretty, with big lips and large, green eyes. Her boobs are bigger than mine, and me being a 34D, that's saying something. It didn't help that she usually wore low-cut tops that made me just want to rip off all of her clothes and suck her nipples, either.
Let me clarify: I had had many boyfriends through high school, and they pleased me plenty. But I also experimented with girls at places like summer camp, and parties with a little too much beer. I guess you could say I like a little of both genders.
"Where are you going?" Erin asked me, smiling with sparkling white teeth. "I've got my Spanish class next."
"Poetry," I muttered, trying to concentrate on walking to class, and not on her breasts.
"You're so smart," Erin grumbled. "I suck at poetry. Didn't you graduate in, like, the top 20% of your class?"
"Something like that," I said, laughing in spite of myself. I did get good grades; my father being a doctor, and my mom a college professor, I guess it was in my genes. "Anyway, this is my class. See you."
"Bye!" Erin yelled, winking at me as she walked away. She had a fairly nice ass too.
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I took a seat in my poetry class, wondering who the teacher was. My schedule said it was Mr. Stone, but I'd never heard of him. Asking around, I'd discovered that he was new this year, and according to my roommate, Heidi, very attractive. Not that I really cared; I had a boyfriend already. Sort of.
Nate and I started out as friends, until one party, where a drunken game of 7 Minutes In Heaven turned into us fucking in a closet. I still remember it...
"You're s'posed to kiss me," Nate had murmured, grabbing my chin and forcing my mouth on his in the darkness of the closet. I had giggled and pulled away at first, until he dropped his beer on the floor, held my hands above my head against the wall, and started massaging my breasts with his other hand, passionately kissing me the whole time.
Somehow or other, we had taken our clothes off. He kissed me down my neck, then gently sucked each of my nipples, flicking them with his tongue. I moaned in pleasure, reaching down and massaging his rock hard penis.
His mouth traveled lower down my body, kissing my stomach, then my inner thigh.