[MFM] The ugly duckling explores herself by getting face fucked by frat boys

I’ve been gone for a long time but I was feeling the story telling itch again lately! So this story is a little scandalous and shameful even by my standards.

For me, college was a time of two faces. One was the face that was trying to get good grades and a scholarship and all that stuff nerdy girls tend to do. I had nerdy friends and my professors liked me lots because I asked good questions like the suck-up I am. The other was the ugly duckling who had left her college town and was now out and about in the world exploring who she wanted to be. And by that, I mostly mean I was having a lot of kinky sex, and sometimes with strangers. But those two sides didn’t always match up. For one thing some of my nerdy friends were kind of sex negative (mostly because they weren’t getting any!) and they would have judged me if they knew about my extracurriculars. I was also just trying to balance doing well in school and getting done well everywhere else.

[FF] Loser girl gets distracted by the best cleavage she ever sees and has her first gay experience

Going into college I assumed that I was 100% straight. I had kissed my girls at sleepovers and stuff but I didn’t think I was attracted to them. Well, as you can tell from my title, it turned out that wasn’t the case.

It was a few weeks after I started hooking up with my friend Siobhan’s neighbor Pat. We fell into a routine pretty quickly, me and Pat. Every Tuesday I would go over to his room and we would hook up since neither of us had class then, and sometimes late at night on other days too if one of us was feeling frisky. We weren’t exclusive but I wasn’t having sex with anyone else. He was sometimes but we didn’t talk about it. I was drunk on the taboo of fucking a dormmate so I didn’t mind. Besides, my old bully Greg had a girlfriend and I had fucked him all summer. Who was I to judge?

[FM] An ugly duckling’s first college fuck

The day when an ugly duckling leaves her hometown is one of the most important moments of her life, and even more so when she has spent the last few months discovering that she’s an even bigger freak than she thought. Like most girls with access to the internet, glasses, and a few curves making her anxious, I had spent a long time getting myself off and dreaming about what the real thing would be like. Greg was a nice way to confirm my suspicions: I wanted it every day if I could get it, and on the days when I couldn’t, I would basically end up getting off once or twice just to keep from going crazy.

But there was a lot to unpack with Greg. When he wasn’t on top of me or texting me I resented him and I hated the way he reacted with surprise whenever I did something dirty with him. Why wasn’t it enough for him to just be having sex with me? Why did our history matter?

I gotta admit, it definitely made it hotter.