Sarah stared at her body in the mirror, her critical eyes moving past the generous swell of her breasts rising and falling beneath the white cotton bra that she had thrown on before her early morning class. Her warm brown eyes landed on her soft stomach and the dimples and dips that the extra weight added to her body. She sighed softly to herself and covered her belly with her arms as her eyes tracked down her wide hips to the short length of her legs. The pear-shape of her body, which her grandmother had passed down to her, was the bane of her existence. She turned to the side to look at the back of her thighs which were spattered with dimples. No amount of exercise or salad could seem to make those dimples disappear; she had tried and failed too many times to count. Her eyes shifted to the picture of her roommate that had been haphazardly stuck under the frame of the mirror. Chrissy never had to worry about things like this; she had been born with the body of an athlete.
Sarah’s eyes shifted between the image of herself and her friend before she turned away from them both and padded barefoot across the chilly wood floor and collapsed onto her bed. Her breasts bounced on her chest before settling off to the side and she rolled her eyes to the ceiling. She was in her sophomore year of college and she still hadn’t found a boyfriend. She had hoped that college would offer her the opportunity to spread her romantic wings a little, now that she was free from her parents. She had a few relationships in high school but most were hardly worth thinking about. Jose had been the only real boyfriend she had ever had. She had been so sure that she loved him when she had given him her virginity in the small tent they had used during camping night of Senior Week and had been crushed when she found him kissing a much smaller, and much less dressed sophomore the very next night.
Sarah had believed that college would be different, that the boys would be more mature and more willing to commit but so far it was proving to be much the same. If a guy managed to see her standing behind her crowd of beautiful friends, he usually just wanted a quick bang on a bathroom counter before going back to his beer and video games. Sarah groaned and rolled onto her side, the sunlight streaming into her bedroom and highlighting the curve of her caramel-toned hip. She stared out through the semi-opened blinds and watched the students as they strolled across campus. It wasn’t like she wasn’t happy, she loved her roommate and the new friends she had made; she enjoyed several of her classes, even if she was still stuck in the boring prerequisite period; but God she wanted that, she thought to herself as she watched a tall guy wrap his arm around the neck of the girl that walked beside him. Sarah grabbed her phone off the nightstand and scrolled through her music before stopping on Kings of Leon. She hit play and dropped her phone back down to let the album play while she mentally surveyed her wardrobe.
Chrissy was dragging her to another party tonight and, like usual, Sarah hoped that the perfect outfit might help her stand out against Chrissy and her friends, or “The Legs” as she often referred to them when she was alone. Sarah slid her hand down her hip and closed her eyes. She liked the feel of her body; if she wasn’t looking in a mirror she could appreciate the softness of her curves. She rolled onto her back and cupped her breasts in her hands, appreciating the weight as she brushed her thumbs across her flat nipples. She lifted a hand and trailed her nails gently down her belly to her thighs. She shivered at the sensation and slid her fingers back up and rested them between her legs. She stroked her pussy through the fabric of her panties, her nails grazing the lips teasingly. Sarah sighed and shifted her hips, settling into the bed as her legs fell open wider. She lifted her underwear from her hips and slid her hand inside. Her breathe caught as her finger slid across her clit but she kept going and stroked her finger across her pussy opening, coaxing at the entrance until her finger became wet. She slid her hand back up and started circling her clit slowly. Her breath quickened and she moaned softly, her hips rolling gently as she pleasured herself.
Images rolled through her mind like an erotic collage of moments. She saw Jose above her, his thighs tapping against her ass as he moaned and thrust into her. She saw herself on her knees in front of Danny Franklin, her hesitant mouth wrapped around his cock as he gripped her hair in his hand and bit his lip. She wondered what she would do if Chrissy walked in on her right now, with her fingers inside of herself. She imagined Chrissy on the bed with her, her golden blonde hair between her thighs as her friend licked her pussy. Sarah moaned louder, her fingers slipping across her clit faster. Her free hand cupped her breast and squeezed her nipple between her fingers. She could imagine her friend’s tongue, warm and wet, pushing into her pussy and lapping at her clit. Sarah arched on the bed and dipped her fingers inside of herself, pumping them into her body until they were slick. Her fingers started circling her clit again and she felt the orgasm building inside her.
She imagined Chrissy looking up at her as she slid her fingers inside of her and started fucking her with them before flicking her tongue back and forth across her clit. Sarah gasped audibly and squeezed her breast as she rubbed her clit roughly. The orgasm hit her hard and she rode it like a wave. Her body tensed and she pressed her fingers down hard on her clit until the orgasm ended. She collapsed against the bed and shuddered, her breath ragged and shallow. She slid her hand out from under her panties and licked her fingers clean before rolling onto her side and sighing with contentment. She pulled her comforter around herself and allowed herself to sink into the bed. She had enough time to nap before the party tonight.
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