It was a Tuesday autumn morning, a crisp breeze gently blowing Olivia’s wavy brunette hair as she walked to her 8 a.m. econ class. She hated econ, and she definitely hated early morning classes.
The weekend couldn’t arrive soon enough. As a college freshman, it was her first Fall Fest, the annual alumni event the college hosted. It would kick off Thursday night with a welcome barbecue, but the main event was the Saturday afternoon football game. The team was undefeated through four games, and they were favorites to make the playoffs.
The fraternities used the Fall Fest as an excuse to throw massive parties. World famous DJs would make sure there was never a dull moment, and last year, Post Malone even showed up! Olivia recently joined one of the top sororities on campus, and she was what many would consider a show stopper. It was no surprise when she was invited to attend each of the parties, which were exclusive invite-only.
On the outside, Olivia seemed like a freak. She dressed the part, acted the part, and played a bit hard to get. But in reality, she was quite shy when it came to her sexuality. She wasn’t prude or anything; she slept with a few guys prior to college. Her time at college was a bit different, though. Through almost two months of college, Olivia had yet to do anything more than make out with someone.
After econ, Olivia would begin to play the part. She drove her black 2021 Audi to Bare Necessities, a wax studio. “Good morning, gorgeous!” Josie, the esthetician greeted Olivia as she entered the studio. Olivia’s roommate talked her into ditching the razor, so every 4-6 weeks, she would spread her legs and let Josie inflict pain. And for what? Nobody had seen Olivia’s intimate parts since March, when she was still a senior in high school.
“This weekend will be different,” Olivia thought to herself. It wasn’t that she was disinterested. Quite the opposite, really. Nearly every day, usually between 2 pm and 4 pm while her roommate was at class, Olivia would scroll Instagram, imagining herself choking on the cocks of the many college studs she followed.
Myles, a junior frat bro, usually caught her attention the most. He was 6’2″ with short black hair and a lean body. He wasn’t too bulky, but his abs and chest would make any woman drop to her knees. The best part was the trail of dark hair leading from his belly button and disappearing beneath his underwear. Olivia always wondered what she would find hidden behind his underwear. A few of Myles’ Instagram photos featured a slight bulge, but the rest was left to Olivia’s imagination.
And boy did she imagine. She imagined his strong, mahogany hands pinning her onto the bed as her back arched slightly. He’d then begin softly kissing Olivia’s small earlobes, maybe even nibbling on them with his lips. Olivia imagined how his warm breath would feel on her neck, sending shivers down her spine. Myles would work his way down Olivia’s neck, and onto her collarbone, eliciting whispered moans. She imagined Myles undoing her lacy bra, releasing her C-cup breasts and exposing her quarter-sized areolas and hard, pink nipples. He’d grab her breasts, firmly massaging them before suctioning his lips around her nipples.
Olivia’s moans would grow a bit louder, as her back arched even more. Before she knew it, Myles would be kissing down her slender body, teasing her as the anticipation grew. Eventually, he would push Olivia’s long, smooth legs apart, exposing her matching, lace thong. By that point, it would be impossible to miss the growing wet spot soaking the front of her thong.
During these sessions, Olivia never put words in her or Myles’ mouth. Instead, moans filled the air. She envisioned Myles softly caressing her legs, as he stared deep into her baby blue eyes waiting for Olivia to completely surrender herself to him. While she was lost in the trance, Myles would peel her thong to the side, slowly inserting a finger between her swollen labia. He’d begin gently moving his finger in an out of her tightness, varying the depth and making sure to curl his finger once inside to feel each ridged edge of Olivia’s g-spot.
At the same time, he would let his thumb roll over Olivia’s clit, which caused Olivia to squirm, moan, and begin rubbing her breasts without even realizing it. After a few minutes, Olivia’s trance would end with an explosion of wetness, as her legs tightened and her hips thrust viciously into the air and screaming moans erupted from her throat.
Olivia’s imagination never made it to Myles’ cock before reaching orgasm. She’d sink into her bed, knowing that others must have heard her eruption of ecstasy. Sometimes she fell asleep, waking up in a panic when she heard her roommate’s key turn the lock.
Yea, this weekend would be different. She needed Myles.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/vfetwa/olivias_college_awakening_part_1_mf_college
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