The first story I wrote on here did pretty well, so I thought I’d write up another adventure that brings back fond memories.
I still lived in the dorms as a junior in college, and my roommate was my best friend (both then and now) Dave. Dave and I were on the rowing team together, and it was our second year as roommates. People joked that we were the “inseparables.” Dave and I are similar in a lot of ways, and at the time of this story, I think we were roughly similar in terms of sexual experience, although he’s a more outgoing and openly flirtatious guy than I am.
Jess was a senior who lived in a single room across the hall. She was one of these girls who was just “fun.” Not stuck up, not obsessed with her appearance, just always up for a good time. She wasn’t someone I would call slutty, but she was someone who you just knew was generally down to fuck if she met a guy who she wanted to hook up with. At the time, she was the most sexually open person I had ever met, just in terms of being willing to talk about what she had done and what she was interested in. She had very long brown hair, was around medium height, and curvy and full figured although you wouldn’t ever call her fat. I don’t know how to explain it, but even though she wasn’t the most conventionally beautiful, she just exuded a frank sexuality.