Chapter One

 

All my life I've had to be careful about what I wear and what I do in case people gossip about it. I come from a fairly small town, and my father is fairly well-known. I'm also very blonde and very attractive. It feels kind of weird just saying that, but I mean, I don't see any reason for false modesty. Everyone has been calling me hot and sexy and beautiful for years.

In the summer, I'd walk down the main street of Carmichael, Colorado, and guys would look at me, smile, often say something like "Hey, Emily," or "How's it going, Em?" or "Looking fine there, Emmy," or "You are hotter than the day, babe."

When they were polite. When they weren't it'd be comments about my butt or my boobs, or some of the jerks would try to grab my ass when I went past. That was mostly at night, though, when people had been drinking some.

I can't say I ever really thought that much about all the attention I got. I just took it for granted. And I didn't usually mind it. I mean, I liked to dress nicely, which meant little booty shorts and a tank top that showed off my figure and flat stomach. It would have been strange if nobody noticed I looked so sexy. I would have wondered what was wrong with me.

I'm used to being thought of as sexy, as hot. I'm used to guys wanting me, even grown men two or three times my age. I'm used to feeling kind of... turned on by that. I mean, it's an ego thing, you know? It's also a bit scary hot... like, I know what they want to do to me! Oh yeah! I know what they'd do if they had the chance!

I've seen the internet!

Not to mention more than a few guys have told me exactly what they'd like to do to me, and exactly what dirty fantasies they have had about me.

But I left Carmichael a virgin. And that was incredibly frustrating. Because I surely did not want to be one! I had all sorts of thoughts about what some of that hot, steamy sex might be like. And God knows there were plenty of offers!

But there were also bets at school about who would get to pop my cherry. There was a lot of gossip about me. I was virtually certain that if I ever had sex with anyone the whole town would be talking about it!

So despite an awful lot of curiosity, and a lot of sexual frustration, I kept my virginity - at least technically, until I got to Colorado State. I say technically because I had fooled around, and I had, in lieu of actual intercourse, refined my oral sex skills so as to keep guys from complaining too much.

I had also used a variety of objects to pop my cherry and explore what it felt like to have things sliding in and out of that fascinating little orifice down between my legs. Both of them, actually. I was really curious about all kinds of sex!

Finding guys at Colorado State to have sex with was as easy as opening my door to see who had come knocking. Because it seemed the seniors there made it an active part of their lives to see what freshmen girls had arrived, which were hot, and which might be seduced by more sophisticated seniors and even grad students.

Now you might think that's awfully predatory of them, but I'm used to being prey. I'm used to guys coming after me, being nice to me, trying to flatter and seduce me. So that was nothing new. The only new thing was that at college the age difference widened.

I mean, when I was a freshman in high school it was considered bad form for a senior to try to go after a freshman girl. College was nothing like that. Me being eighteen did not in any way make the guys four or five or six or seven years older think they shouldn't go for me. In fact, I think some of them preferred it - thinking me being younger would mean I was more innocent and easier to impress.

What these guys wanted, the seniors and grad students who looked up the freshmen girls, was sex, pure and simple. Nothing more. Not a girlfriend, so to speak. Not a relationship. They wanted to carve a notch on their bedpost and then move on to another girl.

Which, as it happened, was almost exactly what I wanted too! I wasn't looking for a boyfriend. I wanted to experiment in sex, and how was I to know a particular guy would be any good at it? I needed to have sex with different guys to find out.

Jacob was my first, only two weeks into my college life. He was hot, sexy, slick in how he talked, and had the body of a swimmer. I let him basically do whatever he wanted with me. I got to feel a guy's tongue on my pussy for the first time, and I got to feel what it was like to be on my back with my legs spread wide and a guy atop me pumping inside me.

And I liked it!

I came almost as soon as he had buried his cock in me and started to thrust and grind! I was that excited!

A week later it was Michael. He was kind of a snob, and kind of arrogant, probably because his parents had money and he was good looking. He introduced me to doggy sex. I liked that a lot! It felt like his cock went sooo deep! And being taken from behind like that felt very carnal, like I was an animal!

A few days later, Joshua taught me how hot I could get if a guy knew what he was doing with his tongue and spent some time licking me. OMG! I came like three times before he climbed up and drove himself into me!

I don't want you to get the idea I was just giving myself to any guy who wanted me, by the way. There were a lot of offers. I was picky about which I accepted. And besides, I was making up for lost time! I was fairly sure most of the other freshman girls had had sex with more than three guys in their lives.

Not that that was the sort of thing you talked about with people. Certainly not back in Carmichael. And I hadn't yet gotten to know any girls at Colorado State well enough to talk about personal stuff like that.

Anyway, I'd enjoyed the sex so far. I didn't feel any particular reason why I should stop exploring it.

And then I met Matthew. Though it would be better to say Matthew introduced himself to me when I was in the library. He was good looking, though older than any of the guys I'd been with so far. He was a second-year law student. Which meant he was in his sixth year here, since you have to take four years of pre-law first.

He had these strange, dark, mesmerizing eyes, like they were boring into me to see what I was like on the inside. He was tall and strong, with broad shoulders, a lithe, athletic guy. He was also slick and outgoing. That didn't really impress me, mind you. I mean, if I was looking for a boyfriend I would have dismissed him as too arrogant and cocky, too sure of himself.

But I was looking for a good lover to further explore sex with.

He was a member of a fraternity, and said they were having a party on Thursday. He invited me because, he said, he liked to help freshmen meet new people. Yeah, right. I wondered how many freshman guys had been invited. Ha.

Maybe I was kind of innocent, but I wasn't naive. I knew this guy just wanted to fuck me because I was hot. What else would a guy who was probably about twenty-six years old want with an eighteen-year-old freshman girl?

But that was okay. Like I said, I was still exploring sex, and he looked like he might be a good guy to further explore it with. He was different than the previous three. He wasn't just older but... well, more openly predatory. There was something hungrier about him, something more determined. Not eager, which is kind of pathetic, but determined.

This was not a nice man. But I figured that didn't really matter if I went into things with my eyes open. If he was the kind of guy who was gonna fuck me hard and then dump me, well, that was fine. It wasn't like I was gonna fall in love with him.

So Thursday evening he picked me up in my dorm. It wasn't that far to fraternity row, but he still picked me up in a Mercedes. I thought that was cool. I'd never ridden in a Mercedes before.

I'd worn a fairly simple, inexpensive, but sexy dress. It was mostly just a little black dress, quite a short one. I mean, I'd never have worn it back in Carmichael. And I was experimenting with wearing sexier clothes here than I could get away with back home just like I was experimenting with sex.

Anyway, this was kind of tight, black, simple cotton, with white trim along the cuffs, white bands along the upper arms, and white trim going down the middle, where the dress buttoned together. Nine gold buttons held it closed. And if you unbuttoned the top one you got a tantalizing but not slutty amount of cleavage. So that was what I did.

The dress left part of my shoulders and all my upper chest bare. So I wore a little locket on a gold chain. Underneath, I had a black thong and a lacy black triangle cup bra. I have nice breasts, and always wore a sexy bra on dates just in case I got to do a 'great reveal'. Guys are always impressed when I do. My breasts are deceptive when covered, and it seems to surprise guys how big and firm and round they are.

I was looking forward to surprising Matthew, because he acted so suave and sophisticated, and was already talking down to me like I was some small-town rube (which I was, but that didn't mean I liked it). Anyway, he sure appreciated my bare chest and the cleavage he got to see. Not to mention how short the dress was, especially when I sat down in his car.

It was a very nice car. But that didn't make me more impressed with him. I was sure HE hadn't bought it, after all. So what if his dad had money. That didn't mean he was anything special.

The party turned out to be smaller than I had expected. It was nothing like those movies you see where every room is jammed with dozens and dozens of partying, half-drunken people and music is blasting from every corner of the building.

There were only two other couples there when we arrived. One was a cheerleader and a football player, a tall, broad-shouldered guy who immediately made me think I should try a football player. I mean, what would it be like to have a monster-sized guy like this fucking me?

His date was a pretty girl a couple of years older than me with long dark hair parted in the middle. I liked her hair, though I preferred my bangs. Also I thought having hair all the way down to your belt was a bit much to take care of. Mine came to about my shoulder blades. Her name was Hannah, and his was Andrew.

The second couple were black. He was very, very black. Not brown. He had a thin mustache which curved down around his upper lip on either side, and turned into a small beard that just covered his chin. He had dark, brooding eyes.

His girlfriend was white, a girl I kind of dismissed as a bimbo almost at once. Her boobs were really big, and bouncy, and she had a sort of milkmaid figure, very lush and round. She giggled a lot, and she was blonde, but unlike me, her blonde hair had obviously come from a bottle. She also had dark streaks at the top of her head.

His name was Desmond, and hers was Amy.

Of course, since none of us knew each other our first topic of conversation was what everyone was taking. After that came where we were all from. Then where we were staying and what that was like. I'd come to recognize how predictable that was in the almost four weeks since I'd been here.

Desmond and Andrew lived in this fraternity. Amy was another freshman girl who lived in one of the dorms - not mine. Hannah was in her third year and shared an apartment just off campus with a girlfriend.

Another couple arrived, then another. There were lots of beers and other drinks around, but I had never liked beer and wasn't about to risk getting drunk at some frat party, so I stuck to Pepsi. And I opened the bottle myself.

Like I said, I'm not particularly naive. In fact, I'm kind of a cynic.

It didn't take long, anyway, for Matthew to give me a 'tour' of the frat house. Which was okay. It was a big house, and pretty nicely done up too. It had a huge kitchen, and downstairs in the basement was a giant rec room with a pool table, dartboard, ping-pong, and pinball games.

"You ever play pool, Emily?" he asked.

"Not much," I said.

"It's easy. Let me show you."

I was okay with that. Guys liked to 'show me' stuff to show how knowledgeable they were. I usually let em. It can tell you a lot about the guy.

Matthew was smooth, I'll give him that. It didn't take long before he was pressed up against me from behind with his arms around me 'helping' me to guide the pool cue, and with his mouth right behind my ear.

We played a little pool, which was kind of interesting, and kind of fun in that I got to tease him. I mean, the little dress was real short. So if I bent over a lot it kind of slid up my thighs until it was barely below my butt. I pretended not to know that while he stood behind me.

Of course, he wasn't born yesterday either. Nor was he very shy. I was leaning over the pool table lining up a shot with my butt stuck out when he kind of laid his hand on my back and kind of rubbed it gently.

I took my time making the shot and his hand slid down onto my butt. That wasn't too shocking, but him gripping the hem and tugging it up was a bit much. I straightened up and turned, frowning at him as I tugged it down again.

He grinned. "Couldn't resist," he said. "You got a beautiful butt."

"You think so, do you?"

"Definitely. Beautiful everything, in fact," he said, moving in close.

I leaned back against the pool table a little and his eyes flicked down into my cleavage.

"That's a really nice dress," he said.

"Why thank you," I said ironically.

"Too many buttons done up, though."

"I wouldn't want to be accused of showing off."

"Oh I would never accuse you," he said. "I'd congratulate you."

"Uh-huh," I said as he carefully let his fingers brush the top button that was closed.

That button was just about at the level of my nipples, and the next button down was under my breasts. He popped the button and I just kind of stood there, well, leaned back against the pool table. The dress parted enough to show my bra and he licked his lips.

"That's a very nice bra," he said.

Then he picked me up, reaching down and squeezing my butt first, and dropped me on the edge of the pool table. I had no time to react to this before he started kissing me.

Well, that was okay. How a guy kisses you can tell you a lot about how good he is. Too rough is bad. Too shy is bad. Matthew was a very confident kisser, a stylish kisser, a guy who'd practiced his kissing. I kissed back while analyzing its quality with approval.

We kissed for a minute, with his tongue dipping into my mouth and his hands caressing my back through the thin dress. He didn't rush things too much, but it didn't take long before one of his hands slid off my back and was stroking up and down along my side, and then sliding around in front to cup and squeeze my breast.

I was enjoying myself, sitting there with my knees apart and him pressed against me. His kiss had never quite stopped, and was getting stronger and more... passionate as his fingers kneaded my breast. Then his hand dropped low onto my bare leg. With me sitting like I was and my legs apart there wasn't a lot of skirt on my thigh, and he slid his fingers up under it to brush against my pussy through my thong.

That sent a hot jolt through me. I couldn't close my legs, and I didn't want to shove him back or anything, but I couldn't help wondering if I was going a bit fast. Then he leaned forward, which forced me to lean backward, and the next thing I knew I was lying on my back on the pool table with my butt on the edge and him atop me.

His left hand was in my hair while his right slid up and down, now squeezing my breast, now sliding down along my thighs. And he was still kissing me.

This wasn't exactly a private space, and I was getting a bit anxious about that, but I was also breathing heavily, starting to get turned on, and feeling a little frazzled and hot. And then he straightened up suddenly, grinning down at me in a cocky sort of way.

I licked my lips and then started to sit up, but he suddenly gripped my legs just above the knees and jerked them sharply apart. Like... wide apart! That forced my little dress right up along my thighs until most of my thong was visible.

Startling me, he dropped to his knees then, and then moved his face in and licked me right up along my pussy - through the thong.

"Matthew!" I gasped.

He grinned and licked again, and again, long, hard licks that I felt even though the crotch of my thong. He opened his mouth wide, then closed it on my whole pussy, basically, his lips and teeth kind of massaging me. Then his tongue licked out again, faster and harder, right up around where my clit was.

"Matthew!" I gasped again, looking back towards the stairway.

But it sure felt good! My chest was tightening and my heart was beating faster at the feel of his tongue licking and rubbing at me. Then he jerked my thong aside and my pussy was bare to him! I gasped and reached for him but then his tongue licked strongly up the line of my sex, then again and again before I could really even think of what to do!

And boy, the sensations that came from his tongue were like... incredible! I think it was because it was so much stronger than him licking me through the thong. So much more... delicious! I hesitated in pushing him back. I grabbed his head, but the more he licked the less willpower I had!

"Someone's gonna come down!" I moaned.

He just kept licking, and I fell back with a gasp, my chest heaving now as his lips sucked on my clitoris and made me want to squirm and twist at the rush of sensation.