Before college I was a total mouse. I’m a petite, shy, quiet girl. 100 lbs, very little tits, barely an ass. I looked like Winona Ryder’s plainer little sister. I wasn’t allowed to watch MTV and had a parental block on my websites I could visit.
The only boyfriend I had in high school only wanted to kiss, he’d even knock my hand away if I tried to touch his bulge in his pants. So yeah, turns out he was gay. He told me at our prom and we danced to a Faith Hill song while he cried.
I couldn’t wait to get to college.
I had big plans for my independence. My roommate was a party girl, lucky for me, and she found a group of second years with a handle of coconut rum on our third night there. Coconut rum made me drunk enough to tell everyone I wish I had x-ray vision just because I want to see everyone naked.
“I want to see all those nice bouncing cocks and tits that are around me all the time!”
One guy really liked that and he took me back to his room.