The Life of a College Girl

Allow me to introduce myself, I'm Veronica Joy...and here's my story.

3.9 GPA, a great list of extracurricular activities, a wide array of knowledge… And what do people know me for? My looks and for the majority of boys; my large breasts.

Blessed or perhaps even cursed with such an endowment, I found myself growing in all the right areas and particularly my chest during my teenaged years. That said, I have always been perspicacious on what clothes to wear day to day, as to make sure that I looked appropriate enough to not arouse attention from the principal. The last thing I needed was to be sent home to my overly religious parents. God knows what they’d do. Already, it’s bad enough when they find me at 12 AM on my computer, browsing through Reddit or something of that sorts. They have a bad view on practically everything that isn’t Mormon and honestly, I’m sort of lucky that they even let me go to a public high school.

Anyway, where was I? Oh right.

Everyone teased me at first, during my early years as a teenager. Though, by the time that I had reached 16, my curvy figure began to show. Boys would start paying attention to me and girls began to get jealous. One day I came home wearing a cheerleader uniform and my mom just flipped. Well, so much for being popular right? Basically, I had to hide my voluptuous figure in all sorts of loose clothing, but even that was a ineffective endeavor. Still, my mother would be proud - despite everything, I still held my ground and absolutely did not go out with any boys. Perhaps that was due to my sheltered nature or to the fact that I was antisocial by default. Or maybe a combination of both. Who knows, right?

Sorry…Getting sidetracked again. Presently, I wear a 34 DDD cup. You might be wondering my such a heavy chest would cause my back to hurt from time to time? The answer to that is…yes. That’s why I would have go to through such hardships to find a supportive bra. Most, I found, to be very flimsy and offered little to no help. I guess it would be something to wear those types for someone. Oh well, who needs relationships right? Not that I knew. I’ve been on a few dates, mind you but they were incredibly short lived and never got past a kiss on the cheek.

Anyway, try to imagine how it’s like. I’m right now, spending a Friday night in the dark, typing on my mass-produced Apple laptop. I always needed to have the latest gadgets - a habit that I’ll have to eventually break, as I’m beginning my life as a college student. Here I am, in New York city after spending the entire nineteen years of my life in a small town. You have no idea how relieved I am to finally be away from my family and small town. About seven days ago was my first day here, in this massive city. I was overwhelmed at first, but I have to tell you, there’s so much appeal to the skyscrapers that encompass seemingly every city block.

Here is more of my life, if you’d care to know about it; there’s about three men currently in my life.

First, there’s Damien, my father’s boss and CEO of a bank. He’s about 38 years old and towers over my 5’5 figure, him being about six feet tall. He would seem so attentive to every detail of me - from my hobbies to my figure. He seemed relatively careful when it came to the latter though, cautiously leaning the conversation to my body. I don’t know, we’d go from talking about an internet sensation to Aristotle, then to my flat tummy. What’s that? How did he even get involved into my life? Well, he had gotten divorced about four years ago Ever since then, my father had been inviting him over on almost a daily basis. From then, we’ve gotten to know each other. He saw first hand how my body developed and around the time I hit eighteen; he’d let me know. Sometimes, I couldn’t tell if he was kidding. Still, all things considered, he had this very masculine allure to him.

Then, we’ve got Tyler. The curious thing about our relationship is that we’ve never met. Well, outside of World of Warcraft. We’ve chatted outside of the game (especially considering that I grew out of it a year ago) and we’ve been incredibly good friends. Tyler was more closely my age; him being about 23 years old. We’ve exchanged pictures and even got on webcam a few times. Unlike Damien, Tyler was much more upfront about his comments. It was a lewd at times - with him calling me his “bit tit bookworm”. I mostly liked the attention though. Especially the fact that whenever he would message me, he would start with a wink.

And finally, there’s Frederick. We’ve just met a few days ago here in the dorms. An exchange student from France and something about that accent of his seemed to incredibly romantic. Still, all things considered, we were very much strangers. I guess he’s not actually involved into my life - other than the fact that he lives near me and that we've exchanged emails.

Suddenly, I paused from my journal, attentive from the alert message coming from my computer. Huh. Someone just messaged me on Skype.


(I'm back! I'm looking to start one or two, if I'm feeling ambitious, roleplays. If you're a dominant male, please don't hesitate to PM me if you're interested. Thanks! )

(Bump! Any takers? )

I would love to play. I PM'ed you but never heard back

I accepted the conversation invitation and quickly got myself on webcam. Luckily I wasn't a mess or anything. It's difficult to be a mess, mind you, when you've spent practically your entire day indoors. Before me on the screen was Damien, a man with rugged handsome looks. We've spent about a single day in New York city together, him volunteering to show me around. As luck would have it, he didn't live too far from the university's residence.

"Hey Damien." I spoke "What's up?"

I got his reply rather quickly - "Hi Veronica. I saw you were online and thought I'd see if you wanted to come over. I just got in an early release of the next Doctor season...."

I found it odd that he would invite me over, in such a tardy hour. My eyes glanced at the time; 10:00 PM. Well, it wasn't that late... Besides, what was I going to do instead? I shrugged off any reluctance and decided to meet up with him. What is more, I loved Doctor Who. I was probably going to tune in some rerun anyway.

"Oh sure!" I said in a very enthusiastic manner "Well, as long as you don't mind having me over so late."

"Not a problem at all." he replied with a grin.

So in a huff, I greeted him off and made my way outside. I took a quick glance at the mirror though and waved off any insecurity - I was good to go. Still, after so many years wearing baggy hoodies and such, I felt a bit uneasy over the fact that my black top hugged onto my bosomy anatomy. My reflection even surprised me from time to time, as I spent most of my years hiding away my hourglass figure. A bit of skin was showing from the bottom of my top and the waistband of my jeans, which hugged onto my plump backside. Maybe I should change?

Nah.

Truth to be told, sometimes I thoroughly enjoyed the attention I received from Damien. It was on and off though. At times, I would hide myself away from his roaming eyes and then I would add just a tad more sway to my hips. I didn't throw myself to him, however. When you allow yourself to live in a bubble, it's nice to feel wanted now and again. I didn't think of Damien in an intimate way - he seemed, to me, a good (or perhaps best) friend. Who else would watch Firefly, Battlestar Galactica and Doctor Who with me?

That said, I rang his doorbell in seemingly just about five minutes from our conversation. The door opened and I greeted with a smile;

"I hope I didn't take too long."

I greeted Damien with a quick hug as I made my way inside. He always acted like a mature adult - a trait which I found phenomenal. And so, as he politely took off my coat, I spun around and felt my esteem soar as I saw that glimpse of his. I knew that he checked me out from time to time and that worked well in our relationship, I think. He didn't overly do it like the many, many guys that I run into on a regular basis.


"You're looking gorgeous again. Hot date earlier?" he inquired, to which I jest; "Nope, this is the only hot date I've had in a while." adding in a chuckle as I walked off into the room. I must confess, I moved my hips a bit more than I usually do as I left Damien with my coat. But like I said, we enjoyed to add a little flirt into our relationship. And there wasn't anything wrong with that, at least from what I could tell. I flaunted and he responded. That's how it always worked.

I sat on the usual spot, waiting for Damien, happy to see that bottle of wine in his hand. I wasn't one to drink much, but I loved how he wouldn't try to force beer or hard alcohol to me. Instead, he would offer me some wine from time to time, giving off nonchalant demeanor. I thanked him as he filled my glass and patted on the seat next to me. As usual, I leaned onto him, almost snuggling against his own body. What can I say, besides that I enjoyed his company?

"Shall we begin?" he proposed.

"Yes please." I said with a brief chuckle, resting my head on his shoulder as I took a sip from the glass. Another trait of his that I enjoyed, was that he didn't mind my constant interruptions when we watched television, or movies. I couldn't keep quiet for too long, often adding in just a little bit of commentary. I wasn't obnoxious in these regards; I would just add in a sentence or two from time to time.

"You know, I miss last season's actor." I spoke, as the episode went on. "I'm not too keen on this new fellow."

"You know, I miss last season's actor." she said, as the episode went on. "I'm not too keen on this new fellow."

I chuckled. Veronica was never one to watch TV in silence. Usually it was merely audible reactions to events on screen. Be it a scared squeak or a sad sniffle or happy woot, Veronica regularly verbalized her emotional responses to the on-screen action. My personal favorite was when she was amused; I found her giggle adorable and always felt the urge to kiss her when I heard her gentle laugh against my chest.

I tossed in my own five cents on the more modern incarnations of the Doctor and soon we were off and running. Veronica was fiercely intelligent and certainly not shy about showing it. For a few minutes I even temporarily forgot about my libido as she engaged my inner scif-fi geek.

Of course, my sexual hunger was quick to reassert itself. While making a point regarding the Doctor's companions over the last few years, Veronica turned towards me. The shift in her torso meant that instead of her hard shoulder in my ribs, it was a soft and massive boob. Blood coursed back towards my groin in eager anticipation.

Unable to resist moving forward any longer, I shifted the topic slightly. "Well, I personally like Amelia Pond. Ah-meeeel-ya," I said, stretching out the name. "It's fun to say, kinda like Vuh-ronnn-ih-cah."

That earned me a giggle, so I pressed on. "And she's also got that nice little waist like you do." I placed a hand on the exposed strip of flesh between her top and jeans, earning me another giggle.

However, unlike in the past when I'd make such casual contact, I let my hand linger rather than remove it after a few seconds. "Well, not as nice as your waist, that is," I continued. "Yours is absolutely tiny."

I slipped my hand fully beneath her top and let it rest flat against her smooth belly. "And so flat. You must do plenty of sit-ups. Feel those little muscles." My hand was now sliding across her abdomen in broad, slow circles. I could feel her skin warming beneath my touch, an encouraging sign since I was well beyond our usual bounds.

"Still, your jeans do seem so tight." Veronica had indeed picked out one of her sexier pairs, so the denim hugged her closely. "You ought to get comfortable." Showing surprising dexterity, I managed to unbutton her jeans with my one hand.

Veronica breathed out rather heavily as the button parted and the zipper clicked apart, but she didn't tell me to stop. I slipped my hand into the newly available slack denim and flesh and returned to my circular massage. I continued my course, letting my hand creep a bit further south with each sweep. I stopped only when my fingertips brushed against her panties. "Ooh, is that silk?" I inquired softly, letting my hand rest fully inside the front of her jeans.

Our conversation was nice and lively, as we've exchange comments back and forth over the sci-fi series of Doctor Who. Honestly, sometimes I found that Damien disagreed me for the sake of disagreeing. That, or he just loved teasing me - which upon further inspection, seemed the more likely scenario. Looking back, Damien would disagree with me on the most fundamental ideas, and even once commented over how adorable I looked when I pouted.

At times, I wondered why I got so heated up over every single argument I would get into. I absolutely needed to stare at Damien face to face when this happened, so as-per-usual, I shifted myself so I could be looking right at him, all the while still being in close proximity; what with my legs on his. We were wasting some very valuable Doctor Who time, so even I was considering just dropping the subject of who were the best actors and actresses.

But then, to my surprise, our discussion began to deviate from its predecessors...

"Well, I personally like Amelia Pond. Ah-meeeel-ya," he said, in a very amusing voice"It's fun to say, kinda like Vuh-ronnn-ih-cah."

I laughed at his little joke and playfully swatted his shoulder. "Oh my god, that's so lame Damien." I jested, as he continued - "And she's also got that nice little waist like you do." his hand now on the waistline of my jeans, as I giggled at his playful teasing once again. Though, things began to take a turn, as usually Damien removes his hand after just an instant.

"Oh really?" I teased back, though his hand rested there for a while before moving. He replied, though taking his time before speaking the words "Well, not as nice as your waist, that is, yours is absolutely tiny."

I released an inaudible gasp, feeling his hand slide up my top as to feel my taunt stomach. This was already going beyond our usual boundaries, I think. Usually, he would just barely touch my skin, or comment on how good I looked and that was it. It wasn't always him though, I must confess. I would actually look for his attention here and then, by pressing myself against him or comment on my own pieces of clothing.

"And so flat." he said, breaking me away from my thoughts "You must do plenty of sit-ups. Feel those little muscles." His hand took this as an opportunity to rub my stomach in slow circles and I couldn't tell if he was even keeping eye contact, as I was now shyly looking away. Just why was he doing this? "Well, I do work out a bit." I then stated with a smile, trying to pretend that things were normal.


"Still, your jeans do seem so tight. You ought to get comfortable."

Just as before, Damien managed to snap me back to reality as his fingers undid the buttons to my jeans. I didn't even have any words to express my feelings at the moment, so I merely watched there, breathing a bit heavily due to the change of what I guess you could call routine. I didn't move away, I guess, quite simply because I wasn't uncomfortable with this. I think...I was liking this?

I tried my best to stay still, as his hand slipped into this overture, his hand massaging just as it did moments ago. I closed my eyes, my right hand on his shoulder as his hand just kept going...and going. Until it touched my panties and he commented: "Ooh, is that silk?"

"Y-Yep." I said, now finally having the ability to speak. "I mean, I always wear silk panties. I'm not sure if that would be the sexiest kind though." Against my better judgement, I practically urged my close friend to continue "Anything else you'd like to point out Damien?" with a timid tone to my voice "I mean, before we get get back to the show..."

"Well, since we're comparing you to the companions, we should also mention how you resemble the previous one - Donna. Of course, here it's the complete reversal. Your waist seems so tiny by comparison, but up top you make even Donna seem small."

Under most circumstances, we never really talked about my upper half. I mean - it's not that I didn't want Damien to talk about anything having to do with my body, it's just my chest has been the cause of some very awkward, furious and demeaning situations. As I suspected Damien knew, I did however like praise when it came to them, at least when it came from someone who wasn't a drunken stumbling buffoon.

But as much as I would bait Damien to praising me, it absolutely never got this far with him. Or with anyone for that matter. That said, one could understand the mixed emotions running through my veins, as he continued talking: "I mean, look at how big they've gotten," with his hand now onto a breast. I assumed that he could, most definitely, sense my anxiety at the very moment. But at the same time, I knew Damien's ability to read me like a book. If I wasn't mistaken, he could also tell that I was actually enjoying this a great deal.

I gasped softly as his fingers spread and tried to cover as much of my breast as possible. As these new feeling clashed inside of me, I began to feel aroused in ways that I haven't been before. "You used to barely fill out your training bra, but you're just amazing now. You put poor Donna to shame."

"You really think so..." I said, trying to make it seem that I was alright. A pointless endeavor, to be sure. "Thanks."

I really did gasp, as his other hand drifted deeper into my pants. I squirmed just a tad, feeling his fingertip trace my libido. I carefully looked at him, with both of his hands now touching me in ways no other man had done before.

"My, you do seem rather warm down there, Veronica. Are you sure everything is alright?"

"Y-yeah, I mean...your hands are all over me..." I then tease back, trying not to squirm more. This was an odd dilemma for me. Part of my mind wanted to leave this place and go home, write about this somewhere in the confines of my laptop. But other side of me wanted to stay right in this position. That's why, when I felt his hands ease themselves, I interrupted with "But I have no problem with that."

"No, you do seem quite hot down there, Veronica. I feel certain The Doctor would recommend looking into this a little further."

I was skeptical over what he meant, until the very moment I felt his fingers rubbing along my untouched region of my panties. "Oh God" I thought to myself as one of his fingers began tracing a circle around my clit. I squirmed against him, though I doubt he noticed something so trivial at this point. I panted as he continued, unable to utter a single syllable. I was just barely able to restrain a soft needy moan as he pursued his endeavor. My body, however, was not so adept as I when it came to masquerading its emotions.

"Oh, and now it looks like you're getting bit wet down here as well. Well, as any good Doctor would, I think I should test your internal temperature . . . "

Still in some sort of stupor state, I didn't really grasp his words until I felt his hand slip inside of my panties now. Even then, I made no further reaction until I felt his fingers in direct contact of my trimmed, untouched pussy. "Oh God, Oh God, Oh God" I thought to myself, almost alarmingly as I arched my back and gasped, as I felt his finger move inside of me. I would have never guessed this morning that today a man would touch me like this.

And he didn't stop, continuing his expert movements as my inner muscles practically quenched on his digit. An inexplicable ache was growing deep inside of my as he continued, with that finger, to stroke me in my erogenous zone. I fought the urge to moan, groan or make any noises of the sort - despite my knowledge that Damien most definitely knew that I was enjoying this. He must have known for sure, by my own disappointment as he began to relent.

"Veronica, I think your condition needs . . . treatment. But for that, I will have to give you a full body examination. What do you want me to do, Veronica?"

He gave a few more strokes for emphasis, now a single moan escaping my lips "Ahh!" It certainly didn't help my restraint as he whispered into my ear, his lips just barely touching my ear lobe: "Tell me what you want."

I was unable to say anything until I managed to gather was little strength and willpower I had left after his onslaught to say - "I...want you to continue. L-Let's try that full body examination."

"You want to cum, don't you Veronica? I can feel it in you. The pressure is building... building... till you just can't hold on any more." he continued to whisper into my ear, his hot breath touching my skin - which simply added more to the already stimulating sensation. God, he was right... For the first time in my life, I really was feeling the thrill of sexual excitement.

"Want to know a little secret? You're not the only. Look at what you've done to me." he then continued, and then as I gathered enough willpower to look, there I saw it. That is, the massive bulge in his pants. I cursed myself to thinking such a thought, but already I was feeling strained by simply one finger...I couldn't possibly imagine that fitting inside of me.

"That will be yours to enjoy in a little while. You're imagining it inside you now, aren't you? Lot bigger than a couple fingers, isn't it?" he predicted, earning a shout from me as he slipped in another finger inside of me. "Oh Damien!" I groaned out, arching my body to his touch. Words failed me, as he continue to stroke my libido and then pinched my nipple, emphasizing on the pain with pleasure statement. Maybe - No, he was right. I was surprising myself at the moment...

"Such a naughty girl, but that's just what I wanted. " he whispered hotly into my ear, holding me close as he enticed me. I really did feel his lips on my ear, as he continued on "Cum for me Veronica; I want to hear my naughty girl loud and clear. Cum for me!"

As so, that is how it happened that I had my first real orgasm. "Damien! Damien!" I moaned out this time, my hand reaching out to him as my body had reached its climax - my fluids overflowing into his fingers as I squirmed against him. "Oh god, oh god!" I continued, feeling so aroused - more so than I had ever been. Finally, I finished by inquiring "What are you doing to me?"

"What are you doing to me?"

I chuckled at her naivete. "Veronica, you poor girl? Has none of your boyfriends ever deigned to finger you before?"

Veronica blushed furiously, which I took to be a yes. I shook my head. "Such things that your generation overlooks," I said remonstratively. "Back in my day, oral sex wasn't so casual like it is today. You had to know how to use your fingers before the pants would come off." I considered saying more, but decided that now wasn't the time for a lecture on generational differences.

"That said, it probably is time for the pants to come off. Stand up, please." I gave her a gentle shove to aid her in righting herself. Veronica tottered to her feet and the turned to face me.

I smiled up at her. "You are so beautiful, sweetness." Her face was flushed and even her abdomen had a trace of pink to it. She absent-mindedly held a hand over her crotch. Her unzipped jeans still clung to her full hips, but the open fly showed a narrow triangle of dark silk. The denim was now stained a darker color from the crotch down to her inner thighs. "My my, look at how wet you've gotten," I said with a touch of awe.

I'd not have thought a person's face could go quite that bright a shade of pink, but Veronica recoiled in embarrassment. Recognizing my misstep, I leaned forward and clasped her hand between mine. "No, sweetness, no," I consoled her. "That's a good thing. A very good thing. A very sexy thing."

That seemed to perk her spirits up a bit, but I could see she'd need a bit more encouragement before she was fully primed for me. I'd also recognized the anxiety in her face whenever her gaze shifted down to my crotch and the ridiculous bulge contained therein. Veronica had dated very infrequently to my knowledge and I'd had women half again her age balk when I first dropped my pants. Given what I presumed was a fairly limited (and probably unsatisfying) sexual experience, Veronica assuredly wasn't quite ready to go hands-on with me. Not yet.

Swallowing my selfish desire to address my lust first, I smiled more broadly. "Tell you what - I'll show you just how sexy it is. But first, I need you to remove your jeans and panties."

I leaned back into the couch cushions to watch. "Don't rush it now, sweetness," I cautioned. "You are the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen; strip it off nice and slow so I can enjoy it."

Alas, it was true, no boyfriend of mine had even gone far enough to finger me. Damien shook his head in disapproval, I guess towards my ex-boyfriends (if you could even call them that) who have never gone past much a kiss on the cheek. Thus, no one could possibly blame me for being nervous during this whole ordeal. I mean...I wanted it but I was scared from my inexperience. This fear manifested itself greatly, as Damien urged me on with a gentle push and stating:

"That said, it probably is time for the pants to come off. Stand up, please."

He didn't leave it at that, however. He gave me a sympathic smile as he told me I was beautiful. I could feel my skin turning red from the events that were now unfolding. Someone was touching me like this for the first time - not to mention that it was Damien, I had my pants unzipped and...oh my god, they were wet! My climax was not as subtle as I thought...

"My my, look at how wet you've gotten," he noticed and remarked, as I feared. Needless to say, I was embarrassed and judging by his expression, he noticed that as well and clasped my hand, assuring me that it was indeed a good thing. I was relieved in that but... I was still anxious. Was I doing something wrong? What was I supposed to do? I supposed that it didn't matter - Damien apparently found me irresistible.

I just felt a bit awkward during this whole ordeal - there was this bulge in Damien's pants and I didn't know how to react. Luckily Damien managed to calm my mind:

"Tell you what - I'll show you just how sexy it is. But first, I need you to remove your jeans and panties."

He leaned back on the couch and waited, complimenting me a bit. I supposed I could do that I mean...removing my jeans and panties. My hands nervously went to the waistline of my jeans, as I began to slow pull them down. I leaned forward a bit, nervously staring at the ground. I had them to my feet and I kicked them off. Next up my panties... The moment I touched them, I could feel that the silk material was wet - it was obvious to me now how Damien noticed right off the bat. I slowly pulled them off, as one of my hand instinctively went to cover myself. I did not say a word - for my heavy breathing said enough already.

With him telling me to remove my hand in the utmost commanding tone, I couldn't help but comply to his demand. What is more, I couldn't help but feel just a bit embarrassed. Here I was, inexperienced and reluctant, with a man who essentially knew everything there was to know about sex. Following his instructions, I found myself knelt across him, uncertainty plaguing my mind. Having my pussy simply there, however, as subject to this comments and his touch, added some distinct appeal to this..

As he cautioned, I braced my arms to the back of the couch and he pulled me closer, his hands digging into my backside. With one sentence, I knew that I was in for something big:

"Time for you to cum again," he said confidently.

I instinctively squirmed, feeling his ambitious tongue slightly brush against my clit. "A-Ah..." I gasped, before feeling Damien pull me closer until slowly and slowly, his tongue made it's way inside. "Damien!" I moaned, feeling his tongue slurping at my fluids, as I stretched practically every muscle in my body. It was a good thing that I had braced myself onto the couch, as my hands quickly searched for something to grip. This felt even better than the first time, with his fingers exploring me.

"Oh god! Don't stop!" I continued, Damien holding me firmly in place because I definitely did not have the ability to do so. As fluids ran down to his tongue, I felt a familiar ache growing within me. It wouldn't be too long now before I hit my climax yet again.

My hands were clenching as hard as they could onto the couch, my legs equally squirming about as they stretched as much as the area allowed them too. I wanted to give Damien as much access as possible, succumbing to his tongue as it rapidly continued its onslaught. I groaned more and more often, panting between each syllable as I felt that climax coming closer...and closer...and closer.

Of course then, you can imagine my disappointment as Damien slowly stopped, right about when I thought I was going to reach that stimulating point again. My skin feeling so hot and my ache still there, I breathed heavily as I tried to recover from my daze, though his finger kept me from doing so.

"I think you like that," he said with a grin, as he continued to torture me. I didn't say anything at this point, merely looking at him as he entranced me with his own eyes. With each heave, I could see my own breasts obstructing my vision. Needless to say, when he asked me if I wanted to cum, I nodded. But as I saw him shaking his head, confusion got the best of me. What did he want?


"Ah, but you mustn't forget your manners. You should ask permission first. And you should ask nicely. Let me hear you say, 'Please Sir, let me cum.' Say it nice and clearly so I can hear. Do that, and I will let you cum."

He had to be kidding me...I hesitated, though eventually my restraint began to die out. I threw my head back again, as my lips eventually let out "Please sir...let me cum." in a defeated tone. I was so sick of myself for speaking in such a degrading manner but...enjoyed it at the same time. Why?