Chapter One

 

I'm kind of a sports freak - always have been. I dunno why, but I've always been into competition and athletics in a big way; track and field, swimming, golf, hockey, baseball, soccer and anything else which pushes my body. Not surprisingly, my body is fit and athletic. I weigh twenty pounds more than most girls my size, because of the extra muscle, but it doesn't show when you look at me.

I've never really thought of myself as beautiful, and never really been comfortable with frilly, feminine stuff. I don't do makeup, and keep my hairstyle simple and basic. I have never read any of those fashion magazines, and don't go in for the gossip rags either. I don't need to know what Angelina is doing or fifty ways to please my lovers. If you see me reading it'll almost surely be sports-related.

It's been kind of an uncomfortable realization over the last some years that despite how I think of myself, men think I'm hot - very hot. I don't really understand why. I look at myself in the mirror and try to figure it out - why they think I'm beautiful, why women say I'm beautiful too, for that matter. I just don't see it. My face is kind of oval, but a bit longish, giving me a bit of an elfin look. I have long natural lashes, and green eyes which seem, unusually large. I mean, they aren't, really, but my pupils just seem to be kind of wider, maybe because they're such a startlingly bright shade of green.

But so what? My nose is small, and nothing to write home about. My lips and mouth seem well, normal. My hair is very light blonde, kind of a winter blonde, cut straight to spill down just past my collar. I'd cut it shorter, but people already seem to suspect I'm queer, partly because of my sports interest, partly for my lack of "girlish" interests, and partly because my voice is a little deeper than usual.

As for my body, okay, I'm willing to admit, and I've gone so far as to pose myself in the kinds of poses I see women doing in porn pictures - for comparison purposes - that I have a pretty decent body. I have a really good, clear, smooth complexion, and a fit, firm body. I'm slender, but I have some decent hips, a really flat, firm belly, a great ass, and nice, well-sculpted legs. My tits are pretty good, too. They're not huge, but they're very firm and round, with cute little pink nipples.

Those nipples, btw, are about the only thing on my body which I'd change. They're small, and have small areolas, too, but fuck are they sensitive! They're sensitive to cold, to the touch, and to a stray thought. And that means they get hard really fast and really easy. They're small, like I said, but when they get hard, they really poke out there like eraser heads, and can show through the t-shirts I habitually wear pretty noticeably - and embarrassingly.

So why do some people suspect I'm gay? Not sure about why there either. I do have a bit of a dusky, husky voice, just a bit, and I'm crazy for sports, but aside from that, I really have never had a lot of interest in girls, even as friends, much less lovers. I just don't get their fixation on their looks, on fashion and shoes and hair and makeup, on frilly shit. I don't get how they make themselves seem weak so they can let men help them, protect them, and do things for them.

I've always been proud of being able to do stuff for myself, whether it was lifting heavy boxes or fixing my car. Why do so many women just shrug and call on some man to do everything? It's beyond me. So anyway, I don't have a lot of female friends. I mostly prefer to hang with guys. But that too is a bit of a problem. Because, like I said, guys seem to think I'm hot for some reason, and they act stupid around women they think are hot.

That kind of attention has always kind of embarrassed me. It strikes at my self-image, and makes me feel like I should be one of those frilly, giggling females who let men open the door for them and protect them. My greeting to guy friends is not a hug but a shoulder check, or a punch to the arm, you know? Maybe that's why some people think I'm a lesbian, heh.

So anyway, because of how strange a girl I am, I haven't had an awful lot of romantic experiences, and not much sex either - except by myself of course. I've had plenty of that! I'm an expert at self-pleasure! And I've tried a lot of stuff that "good girls" shouldn't in order to enhance that pleasure. I'm really very uninhibited when I'm alone, and willing to try almost anything.

And last year I discovered a secret side of myself I hadn't really been aware of previously; exhibitionism. I know that sounds like it goes against everything I've written above, but I discovered, as long as I could remain anonymous, it really turned me on to think of guy staring at my body and getting hard-ons.

How did I figure that out?

Here's the thing. I'm at university, taking Mathematics. Yeah, that's right. People are always confused by that. They figured if you're a math major you're some kind of super nerd, and then they find out I'm into all kinds of sports. But there you have it. Numbers have always kind of fascinated me. Which doesn't relate to my story at all except that, like I said, I'm at college. Now if you have low standards, you live in a dorm room. If you're the desperately social type, you join a sorority house or a fraternity. If you just want to be left the hell alone, well, you rent a room somewhere, preferably close to campus.

And so that's what I was doing. I was renting a room in a private house owned by a family I had known for ages, whose kids I'd babysat when I was in high school. It was a basement room, so it had it's own entrance, but it wasn't an apartment. I had to use the family's kitchen, and while there was a bathroom downstairs, I had to use their main bathroom for showers and stuff. That was okay, for the most part, because they were a pretty okay family, and they didn't get in my way much. The couple worked long hours, and so they were often not home. But they had two teenage sons which could be annoying.

Little boys, really, barely more than eighteen! That's like... children, practically to me, since I'm twenty two. You don't think three or four years makes a difference? Not if the guy is older. But it sure does at this age when you're a girl. Guys, you see, are way less mature than their ages, while we girls tend to be more mature. So these two little boys, let's call them the perve brothers, were always ogling me, and if I didn't watch out, would be in my room sifting through my panties in a second - even if I was wearing them at the time!

Like I said, they were little perves. They were porn freaks. That's not really surprising given they're teenage males. Teenage guys are all perverts. And guess where the family kept their computer? Yep, in the basement rec room, which was like, right outside my door (just down from the laundry room) So I ran into them and their joys in female sexuality more often than I really would have liked.

Jimmy or Jeremy would often bring up a particularly obnoxious picture or video as I was walking through, or doing my laundry, and say "Hey Katrina, look at this! Isn't she hot!?" Or, "Hey, Kat, she looks like you!' or "Hey, Kat, don't you wish you looked like her?"

Punks.

So I got this idea, you see to make a racy video, put it on the internet, on the particular web site they visited every day, and have them lust over it - just to feel a sense of smug satisfaction. I'm not talking about a porn video, of course, just partial nudity, something discreet. They'd never know it was me.

So here's what I did. I replaced my colorful print bed sheets with plain ones for the video. The footboard of my bed snaps on and off with just a couple of screws, so I removed it. I put on a slinky black silk half-bra and thong, and then lay in bed, with the sheets pulled back, and let the camera pan slowly down my body, from breasts down, while I slowly arched and writhed under the camera.

With the camera zoomed in on my bra, I slid my fingers into one cup, massaging my breast, then undid the clasp between the cups and exposed my breasts. The nipples were extremely hard and already throbbing, which didn't surprise me, because while I was just playing a sort of game, well, it didn't take much, you know. But I let the camera drink them in, reaching out to stroke and caress them, rolling the stiff nipples between my thumb and forefinger, plucking them lightly.

I'd already gone further than I'd intended to. I was only going to show my breasts with my hands over them, but I was getting excited despite my intentions, and sort of figured, well, I'd edit out what was too much later.

So I continued, letting the camera follow my hand as it glided slowly downwards and into my panties, then, rubbed my clit - with the backs of my knuckles moving against the panties so the camera could see, and let my legs open wider and wider. I rolled over, keeping the camera carefully down, and kind of aimed it over my shoulder, letting it play down my long, bare back and onto my ass.

I was having such fun - and getting hot, I admit, that I again carried things further than I'd intended. I put the camera down, so it was zoomed in on my breasts, cupped them, and squeezed them up and together, then let them go. My breasts are so firm they sprang instantly back into position, hard nipples pointing at the camera.

That was enough, and more than enough, I decided. I took out the video, watched it with a little narcissistic admiration, then, instead of editing it, I posted it to that web site. I felt deliciously kinky, knowing so many men would be looking at it, and more than a little perverted knowing my little roommates, if you can call them that, would too.

Then I started worrying. I mean, okay,. I hadn't really done much, well, other than squeezing my boobs and playing with the nipples, but still, that was a lot to do in front of a camera! And I hadn't thought it through as to how I would even know if they saw it. I mean, I wasn't going to be down there every minute all day, and I sure couldn't ask them about it.

Anyway, so I didn't even know for sure if they'd seen it. But a lot of people had seen it, and it got a high rating from the viewers. There were also some comments, typically along the lines of "fantastic body!" which really flattered me and made me hot.

It was weird, and gave me a wild, dark thrill reading men talking about what a great ass I had, and how they'd like to suck on my stiff nipples!

It turned me on!

And then, the next day, I saw there was a comment from Jet99, which I had discovered was Jimmy's moniker (they both used the same account)! He wrote "I'd like to see what's under those panties! Show us more!"