I remember my first time hooking up with a snowbunny in college. Raised by a conservative family somewhere in PA. She was a tall, doe-eyed brunette with a gorgeous face, full lips, slim waist, plump booty, and pretty feet.
We met freshman year in our history class. She, of course, sat up front because she was a bookworm. I messaged her on Facebook and talked with her a little bit, then told her I'd come sit with her in the next class. That day came, and I went to the front row looking for her and almost walked by her, but she tapped my with her foot before I could. She had saved me a seat, so I sat down, and we started taking notes during the lecture.
From that moment began the fling that would change us both forever. Our attention to the lecture quickly turned to each other as I began checking her out and flirting with her. She would do this goofy giggle when I would flirt with her and turn her on. The knew that the professor took notice of us from the stage he was standing on, as we had zero interest in what he was blabbing about. He never said anything to us though. I eventually had my arm around her, and we got close to making out, but never did though. The lecture ended, and we exchanged phone numbers, and parted ways for the time being.
I had weightlifting and conditioning in the afternoon, and we texted in the meantime. Afterwards, we texted more, and I found out she lived right down the hall from me in my dorm. Later that night I went over to her room to hang out, her roommate was in the room talking on the phone with her boyfriend. It wasn't long before we began making out, then I fucked her in ways she had never been before. She moaned so loud and deep, and when she came, her voice trembled and quivered. For some reason her roommate never left the room. As a matter of fact, her roommate would normally be in the room. That never seemed to slow us down though.
I must have touched something inside of her that she never knew was there. She used to do things for me outside of the bedroom that nobody else had ever done for me. She would clean my room for me, do my laundry (and fold it), she would take notes for me in class, she would make me food when I came down the hall to visit, she would even have my favorite tv shows on. That's just to name a few things. She would always wear her hair in the way I liked it, she would always wear my favorite lingerie, she always wore open-toed shoes or barefoot. She never turned me down for sex. She always did the little things, and I loved it.
Her friends would see us together, and get curious. They'd give me the eye and flirt with me when she was not around. I imagine that her friends would make comments to her about me, and she would get really possessive. She would try to avoid them if I we were together. That wouldn't keep her friends from trying though. Out of respect for her, I never did mess with her friends, but she would get jealous anyway. I thought it was cute. She would tell me to stay away from her "slutty whore friends".
Fast forward, and eventually I had one for everyday of the week except my rest day on Sunday. They all seemed to worship me. My first was always my favorite though, and I eventually dropped all of them to be with her more. When I transferred to a different school, she was the last person I saw. I swear if I hadn't left, we'd probably be married!