It's True That Sometimes A I Need A Man, But A Girl Makes Me Purr

As a new college student it was my first time way from home. Home was I suppose the normal small town home, several brothers and sisters, a Dad that worked and a Mom that stayed home. I went to college as pure as he day I was born. Well, not so pure, but pure looking. My roommate in the dorm was a girl from China, adopted when she was 14 and spent her teen years in Kentucky. Very black hair and small tits and a very hairy bush, and a small bottom that made me want to kiss her.

Like I said I wasn't that pure. We went to this party and drank too much. We woke up in our dorm room more in my bed topless but we still had our panties on. The thing is I had not memory of coming back to our dorm, or getting undressed or sleeping with her. But we were in my bed and she was all snuggled up so I let her sleep. I did run my hand over her tiny tit and nipple, and across her bottom and gently touched her 'there'. I also kissed he sleeping face and lips.

I had to pee really bad but I was also horny. I had to wake her up in order to get up to pee. Our dorm room had it's own private bath and I peed with the door open looking at her laying in my bed. After peeing I left my panties on the floor and brushed my teeth and hair and went back to her and pulled on her panties and she let me pull them off. Her pussy was wet, and she let me put my face and mouth on her pussy and just gently eat her and lick up her wetness. For a small girl she had a hard knob of a clit and with a finger in her vagina and a hard suck on her clit she came.

My roommate was a little girl slut. She loved to cuddle and kiss and was open to sucking on my tits and fingering and all that stuff. After her climax she did have to pee and I wiped her pussy for her and she brushed her teeth and we went back to eating pussy and sucking tits. College was going to be all right. And being as pure as the wind driven snow, as far anything with a boy was concerned, we were able to concentrate on each other and stay out of the dating pool.

The time came when a boy, or a man, had to do his thing on me. I was already a bit old for that, 25, and it was after a work happy hour one Friday night. He was on me, in me, and grabbing me hard. It was all about him, I was just the vessel for his cum. That is the difference really between having sex with a man and a girl. That's why even now I mostly have sex with a girl and a man just fucks me. I need that too, mind you. I know myself. But as for cuddling and kissing and touching and feeling and all that, a nice girl with a nice bottom and small tits. That's my kind of girl. Just like my roommate Jane in college. A small bottom just does something to me.