College is About New Experiences
written by:
Marianne

College is About New Experiences

by

Marianne (c) 2014

I met Sid in the game room my first evening at college. I thought he was cute, if a little geeky. I managed to get the machine next to him and in a little while he noticed me.

He's about six feet tall with big hands and big feet. We quickly became friends. Nothing romantic or even sexual had developed between us right away. After a little while, out of the blue, he asked if I read porn. I blushed.

"No, not really." I responded. I didn't want to appear like prude or a naive little girl or something, so I told him, "I guess I've just never been introduced to it."

"Will you let me introduce you then?" he asked with a shy smile.

"Why not?" I responded.

With that we headed to the commuter lounge across the hall from the game room. We were alone in there so Sid found a story on his laptop and began to read aloud. The writer, a woman named Marianne, had done a gang bang with four electricians on her birthday. It was pretty gross and hot at the same time. I'd never really been into porn before. In fact, I'd only just gotten into sex a few weeks before coming to college.

After we finished the story he went back to Marianne's page. We looked at her picture.

Sid said, "That could be you. You look just like her." Then he asked, "Do you shave?"

I blushed. I should have been offended by such a personal and impertinent question, but for some reason I wasn't. "I've thought about it." I said, "But it's just a bit awkward to do. I'm afraid I'll nick myself." Then I told him I wasn't sure it would do anything for me.

"It just makes oral sex a little more inviting for the guy," he said.

With that my pussy tightened up. I felt so dense. "Of course," I thought.

He was almost right about my body of course, but Marianne's picture had been skillfully edited to obscure any of the normal imperfections. I have the remnants of a strawberry birthmark on my right hip and a small but visible scar from an appendectomy. Otherwise, our bodies were pretty much the same. Small breasts, thin build. I think I'm pretty average.

We talked for quite a while. I can't believe I told Sid how I lost my cherry on graduation night from high school to a cute neighbor boy and that afterwords I remember thinking what a disappointment sex was. I told him, fortunately, a couple of days later I ended up giving it up to neighbor boy's uncle. Wow! What a difference a little experience makes.

I told him that from then on, I really wanted it. I realized that it didn't make a lot of difference who gave it to me as long as they were good. What I mean is, I really don't feel any need for a strong emotional connection to any of my lovers.

I also told him I guess I did it seven or eight more times with a couple of guys before leaving for college. A couple of times it was disappointing, but mostly it was pretty good. I'd really only done it in two positions, me on the bottom and me on the top. I guess I really prefer the top. Then I told him I arrived at college anxious to try new things.

I guess telling him about my sex life made me feel older, more sophisticated.

Sid confessed he'd only done it a couple of times with his girlfriend and then they broke up. He said he's been amusing himself with erotic stories since.

"What about video or movies?" I asked.

"I prefer to use a little imagination. Besides, the characters can do things in a written story that you just can't do in movies or videos," he responded. "The stories can be a lot more triple-x"

"I've learned a lot about technique and what turns me on," he said. "But, it's all theoretical at this point." He told me about their first time and how she cried and then after their second time she broke up with him. "It's probably a good thing. We're going to different schools anyway," he said.

I couldn't believe how open we were with each other about sex. I mean, we'd only just met. The truth of the matter is, it got me a little excited.

Sid suggested we read another story. There was no one else in the lounge so we took turns reading paragraphs to each other. He picked another by Marianne. This one was about a girl on her nineteenth birthday. It was a bondage story about a girl who let her boyfriend tie her to rack and she got fucked by him and three of this friends.

I got pretty hot over that story. I really surprised myself. I didn't think of bondage as being particularly erotic, until now. I got pretty wet so I had to excuse myself to go to the restroom and clean up. When I got there I discovered my panties were a complete mess so I took them off and put them in my purse.

When I got back to the commuter lounge Sid was seated with his laptop.

"So, what did you think?" he asked.

"That was pretty hot. I think I'd better go home now," I responded.

He didn't try to talk me out of leaving he just looked at me with nervous smile and said, "I'll do it for you."

"Do what?" I asked.

"Shave your bush, but only if you let me tie you up while I do it?" he said. "I wouldn't want you to move and get nicked.?"

Now it was getting to be too much. I could feel my pussy swell and my tummy churn and tighten. "I'll think about it," I told him. Then turned and headed back to my dorm room.

All that week I fantasized about getting tied up and having my pussy shaved, so much so, I had a hard time focusing on my lectures and doing my homework. I saw Sid in the game room a couple of times, but we never discussed his offer, but every time I saw him I thought about his offer and started to get wet again.

Thursday night is party night. The campus is a regional university so most of the students clear out on Friday night and don't get back until Sunday night. My roommate asked if I wanted to go out with her and my suite mates. I lied and told her I needed to study.

I couldn't stop fantasizing getting tied up and having my pussy shaved by Sid. Finally, I decided if I just shaved my own pussy, maybe the fantasy would stop. After they'd left I took a shower and

I went to the bathroom I shared with the other three girls and took a shower. I grabbed a scissors and my shaving stuff and went back to my room. Straddling the waste basket I started to cut my pubic hair away. My hand was shaking and it just got worse the closer I got to my pussy lips, but eventually I got it to the point where I thought I could use the razor.

I lathered up and put the razor to my bush. My hand was shaking badly. I said to myself "This is crazy. You're sure to hurt yourself." I envisioned having to go to the emergency room and the scene that would be.

I got back in the shower and washed the lather off. Now my fantasy came back stronger than ever. I envisioned being tied up by Sid and having him shave me. I could barely stand it. I went back to my room and massaged myself to an orgasm, thinking about what Sid would do.

On Friday I just had a lab in the morning. I went back to my room and found my roommate packing for the weekend. My roommate and one of my suite mates were gone for the weekend, but the other suite mate was still here. On a whim, I called Sid on his cell.

"Are you at the game room?" I asked.

"I just got out of my lit class." he responded.

I asked him to meet me at the game room. I gathered up a change of clothes, a towel, and my shaving kit and put them in a large tote bag and headed off.

I found Sid at a pinball machine in the game room. He turned and smiled at me and went back to the game. I watched while I let him finish his game.

"My personal best", he said when the game was over. He looked at me, smiled and asked, "what's up?"

I asked him if his roommates were still here. He said they were just about leaving for the weekend.

I reached into my tote bag and handed him a smaller black bag.

"What's that?" he asked.

"My shaving stuff," I responded.

He gave me a nervous smile and blushed. He actually blushed! I found that both exciting and endearing.

"My suite mate is here this week end," I told him. "We'll have to do it at your place." Without a word, he took my hand and we left the game room. We walked silently across campus to the new apartment complex.

"I thought you were a freshman. How is it you're in the apartments?" I asked.

"They ran out of room in the freshman dorm so I got housed with the juniors and seniors," he explained.

In the apartment he said, "You might want to take a shower first, just in case you get a nick or something."

I smiled as I took the towel from my tote bag. "Which way?"

His bathroom was pretty much what you'd expect in an apartment occupied by four guys. Dirty laudry, dirty sinks, and dirty toilet. I felt dirty just standing their. I took a quick shower, but paid special attention to my pussy. He was right, after all. I certainly didn't want an infected cut.

I wrapped up in my towel and stepped out of the shower and into the living room. He was standing there in gym shorts and a t-shirt dangling a pair of handcuffs from his finger.

I stared at the handcuffs.

"One of my roommates is a law enforcement major," he explained.

"You've got the key, I presume?

"Of course," he said.

He stepped up and I presented my wrists to be cuffed. Carefully he snapped them around my wrists, he then took the key and used a little pin on it to push a tiny button on each cuff.

"That's to make sure they don't tighten up on you. We wouldn't want to leave any bruises," he explained.

He lead me into the kitchen and stood me at the end of the small rectangular dining table. He stroked my face with his right hand, down to my neck and finally to the towel that covered my nakedness. I was trembling, my tummy churned as he flicked a finger and my towel dropped to the floor. Naked and handcuffed, I realized my near-virgin man-boy was in charge.

He looked into my eyes and I prayed he didn't see the anxiety behind them. He slipped a sleep mask over my eyes and my anxious tummy churned more intensely. Now bound and blind, I trembled uncontrollably. I felt his tongue in my right ear. It was replaced by some kind of ear plug. I felt it again in my left ear. That too was replaced by an ear plug. Suddenly a click, and all the background noise disappeared, replaced by the sound of my own breathing.

He kissed me on the lips, softly. Slowly, his tongue penetrated my mouth as it had my ear and then the kiss grew more and more passionate as he put his hand to the back of my head grabbing a handful of my thick red hair. His other hand went down to my wanton pussy, now wet with anticipation. He covered my whole with his large hand. He coaxed me on to the table by lifting at my groin and pulling my hair.

Still clinging to my hair he put a hand on my chest between my little breasts and coaxed me to lie down, feet dangling from the table. The gag in my mouth prevented me from telling him how much I wanted him to stroke and fondle my breasts. A desire unfulfilled.

His hand moved slowly down my breast, then my tummy to my hands, cuffed in front of my pubic mound. I felt a tug on the handcuffs as he coaxed them over my head and secured them to something behind me.

Suddenly, his touch disappeared. I was alone in the quiet dark. I can't say if it was several seconds or several minutes. I could hear nothing, see nothing. I was alone with my fear, my desire, aware of only the loud thumping of my heartbeat. I was powerless to do anything but surrender to the moment.

I was startled by the hands between my knees spreading them. Instinctively, I resisted, but then, remembering why I was here in the first place and succumbed. I felt two hands on my hips, pulling me, stretching me, positioning me with my pussy at the very edge of the table. I laid passively while first one leg, then the other, were lashed to the table legs, just below my knee. I felt a hand at my ankle coaxing it behind the table leg. Soon it was lashed and immobilized. Then the other ankle, firmly but gently immobilized with a lashing.

Once again, the touch disappeared and I was alone. My heart raced and the beating in my ears intensified. I ached to be touched, fondled, even abused. I needed release. In that state, I laid for what seemed to be an eternity, completely at the mercy of someone I barely knew. Or, anyone else who might come along.

Suddenly, I felt a warm sensation at my pubic region. A warm wet cloth gently scrubbed my bush. Soaking it with warmth, soothing and reassuring. My pussy got the same glorious treatment. The heat penetrated and felt glorious.

I felt a coolness as the washcloth was taken from me, but it was soon replaced by a hand spreading a soothing warm lather. My pubic mound and pussy were receiving the massage of a lifetime. Strong fingers spread the warmth, working it in to each follicle, softening for their ultimate removal.

I froze with fear as I felt the first scrape of the razor against my sensitive skin. All of my senses were exploding. I was powerless against the onslaught of sensation as the hair was scraped away, one slow pass after another, first in one direction than the opposite direction. Between each pass, a gentle touch in both directions filled me with desire and anticipation.

I resisted the urge to move, forcing myself to remain stock still. I felt two fingers at the right side of my pussy, stretching the fold while the razor scrapped away the fine hairs. I was terrified. The terror was delicious. Then the left lip was pulled gently and the razor applied. Suddenly, a pain coursed from my pussy throughout my body. I strained to remain stationary, lest I worsen the situation. I felt a cool cloth on my pussy. The cloth was removed and then the touch of an object sent a searing pain coursing through me. This time, I was unable to control my convulsion. I screamed into the gag while I shook involuntarily.

I heard a voice, gentle, almost unfamiliar say, "Sorry babe, it's just a nick but I had to hit it with the styptic pencil to stop the bleeding." It almost sounded like it was coming through the earphones rather than from the outside.

The pain subsided. Twice more I felt the scrape of the razor followed by the soothing touch of his fingers, checking for any stray stubble.

Once again I was alone. My heart still pounding in my ears. I ached now for release, not from the restraints, but the release of my desire. I ached to be fucked. I was on the verge of an explosion. I needed that explosion.

When he returned, I felt a soothing warm wet cloth. He gently washed the remaining shave cream from my pubic region, then dried it with a soft towel. I felt a sharpish object just above my pussy a few strokes and it was gone.

"All done shaving babe, do you want me to play a little bit?" He asked.

I gave an affirmative nod. I felt his hands kneed my shoulders then slowly work their way to by boobs. He rubbed and caressed them gently. Then he kissed them first one then the other, pinching the nipples with his teeth. With a boob in each hand he ran his tongue down my cleavage to my tummy. He teased my freshly shaved mound with his tongue. My head was about to explode. I writhed with desire.

I wanted to shout, "fuck me you sorry bastard. Fuck me hard!" But, the gag in my mouth prevented me from uttering anything but a moan.

I felt a finger enter my pussy, then two fingers. I tried to clamp down, but I was spread too wide. He twisted his hand and subsequently found my g-spot. With his other hand he pinched my clit, sending waves through me. Finally, I thought, finally I'm going to get some relief. I squirmed and I thrust and moaned into my gag. I did everything I could to encourage him to continue, but, just before I was about to explode, he withdrew his fingers and released my clit, leaving me panting and writhing.

Once again, it seemed like an eternity that he left me lying there desperately wanting relief. Blind, deaf, and mute, left craving the ultimate sensation.

I sensed a presence between my legs. It was as if I could feel the shadow it cast over my naked body. Next, something touched the lips of my wanting pussy. I moaned into the gag. I didn't even dare hope that this time I would get what I so desperately craved. I felt the lips of my abused pussy spread. It was the unmistakeable feel of a cock head. My mind went blank as it penetrated me. Ever deeper it moved, stimulating my aching desire even more. Did I dare hope that this would be the time.

Finally, I was being fucked! At this point, I didn't know or even care who was fucking me. I was getting what I needed, what I craved. Faster, harder, deeper. I was being banged with the force of an army, or so it felt. I went animal. I screamed into the gag while I exploded within. That wave of pleasure I'd craved so long emanated from my core to my fingers and toes. I convulsed with joyful pleasure.

I settled back and soon I felt a massive thrust driven deep. I felt the body between my legs shake as it groaned with its own pleasure. And then he fell forward on top of me, panting desperately.

That's how we stayed for several minutes until he caught his breath. Both of us panting, my heart beat fading from my ears.

He got up and disappeared again, leaving me alone, gagged and bound on his table. This time he was gone a long, long time.

Finally he returned. He removed the handcuffs but placed his hand on my chest. He wasn't ready to let me sit up just yet. I complied. He took my right wrist and placed it at my pussy, letting me feel the smoothness, the softness with my fingers. Our hands both caressed his handiwork. I could almost smell the pride he took in a job well done.

There was a click and I felt my hearing return. I heard the soft rumble of the air conditioning system. Something I hadn't heard in hours. I could hear Sid's breathing, soft, deep. I had a new appreciation for the sounds around me.

He took the gag from my mouth but told me, "no talking" and then kissed me, tenderly. He used a scissors to remove the plastic bindings holding my legs to the table. He put my shorts on, without my panties and raised them up. Now he had me sit up and put my muscle shirt on. Finally I slid off the table and stood up, a little wobbly on my feet. I found my flip flops, my tote bag, and my towel. He'd apparently used a condom because I didn't drip.

He walked me to the door and gave me another tender kiss, sending me on my way.

As I walked in the late early evening sun, I felt good. Content, Even invigorated. I felt clean and sexy and ready for another adventure.

When I got back to my dorm, I took a long hot shower. After showering, I stood naked in front of my full length mirror admiring my newly shaved pussy. I noticed a dark spot above right above my slit. Oh my God! It was a smiley face consisting of a colon, a tilde, and a parenthesis. Obviously written in waterproof ink.

The next day, I was checking my email. There was one from a campus address, but I didn't know who's it was. The caption said, "you gotta see this". All that was in the body was a URL. I clicked on it and was instantly presented with a picture of a pussy. It was spread wide and freshly shaved. An obvious nick on one of the lips. Above it was a smiley face :~). I looked harder and recognized it as my pussy! My heart raced. Fortunately, there was nothing in the posting to connect it to me. It was just labeled number 7 of 7.

Epilogue:

I spent a little time being pissed at Sid for the deception. But then I realized I'd had the time of my life and there was no real harm done. Besides, I really got off on reading the comments about my pussy.

I stayed away from the game room from then on. But one day, a couple of weeks later, I was walking through the area I happened to glance into the commuter lounge. There was Sid sitting with his computer, a pretty young freshman by his side. They were both obviously engrossed in whatever it was they were reading. They were totally oblivious to me watching them through the window.

My first impulse was to run in and warn her about Sid and what he was up to. But, I stopped myself. What the hell. Why spoil her fun?

Note to readers:

If you liked this story, please let me know. I think it might make a pretty hot half-hour on CineSex. What are your thoughts? As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.