I was a freshman in college when I started to enjoy sex. A lot. I had just started getting comfortable with my body. I stand at 5′ 10″, and weigh 135lbs, with black hair down to the small of my back and blue eyes that were as blue as the ocean. I had always loved my blue eyes, black hair matchup… it’s so unique and sexy in my opinion. But anyways. My breasts are anywhere between a C-D, some bras vary. So not big in that department, but still a little something to hold on to. My waist is an almost impossible 28 inches, with hips at 48 inches. So needless to say, I have some hips, and I learned to use them well.

So being a freshman in college, you’re the “fresh meat”, which by all means, I am ready. After move-in day and all the orientation stuff and learning the route to my classes and getting comfortable with my schedule and the campus, I start dressing more… noticeably, let’s say. Having come from a strict household and a strict high school, risqué clothes were always off the table. But now that I am an adult at a “party hardy” college, oooooh baby, am I going to soak up not only the summer sun, but all the stares I’ll be getting.


I start my day but getting up at 6:30 and going for a run around the campus and the neighboring woods, where occasionally I’ll pass by this charmingly handsome upper class man, who, just so happens to look interested in me. So I usually wear my shorts and a sports shirt, but today I’m a little horny and knew if I play my cards right, I might get some… fun.
So I change instead into some black spanx and a tight blue tank top, both to show off what curves I have and bring out the color of my eyes. Then I slick back my ponytail and start running towards the woods.

As I come up on the woods I see him. Whatever his name is, considering I’ve never spoken to him except a passing “hello”, was right there, looking as sexy as ever.