My First Love

by Anonymous on Apr 1, 2022 at 5:41 AM

I don't know if you're having memory issues for an incident from long ago or if this is a creative writing assignment that you decided to half ass when you were distracted by something else. Here are a few notes to help with future attempts:

1. You have a strong opening, "I walked back to my dorm with only a shirt on in the rain." It conveys a sense of desperation and sexuality. It hints at a one night stand gone disappointing where you woke up first, but didn't want to extend thing by asking were your clothes were. Anyway, the heroine of the story is doing the 'walk of shame' in the rain, in nothing but a shirt that is no doubt clinging to her in a provocative way.

2. You immediately undo all the tension created by that opening by:
A. Not telling why with a few simple words why you found yourself in that predicament. Was it a late night fraternity [or sorority] party and gangbang that ended with you naked, hung over, and uncertain where your clothes were? Were you sexually attacked and left half naked with only the literal shirt on your back? Was it some one on one overnight sex with some boy in another dorm who you realized was a mistake and made you sprint for the door mostly naked? This is tip of the iceberg stuff. There must be a hundred possible reasons for you to walk home in the rain with only a shirt for clothing.
B. You don't even get out of the first paragraph before you undermine the premise. When the sweet, submissive, lesbo roommate starts drying you off, you suddenly sprout a bra that has to be removed. Two sentences later, you completely demolish that strong opening when we get told you have jeans and underwear to remove so she can properly dry your ass and thighs. So, boom, all of the tension you created in that first sentence escapes. You're no longer a woman of mystery or misery hurrying across campus in a single article of clothing in the storm. You're one of a few hundred or thousand on campus who went out without reading the weather forecast and got caught in the rain.

I guess we can dispense with any speculation about the source of any wetness your little roommate found when she first kissed, licked, and sucked your slit. I still the idea of you being out at that fraternity gangbang, taking every cock in sight and trying to have that elusive orgasm to prove to yourself that you were straight. It would be an excellent backstory to go with the missing panties and mouthful of guy cum roomie teased out when she first ate you. But I digress.

Anyway, very strong opening, shit follow through. And though it remains unspoken in your short tale, was this intended as a 'how I learned I was lesbian' story? Or was it supposed to be about how your roommate discovered her inner subbie clit licker kneeling at your feet with your hands guiding her mouth to your slit? Or was it intended as a combo platter where you mutually discovered you preferred pussy to dick?

You list as being lesbian, so I guess we're expected to believe the orientation stuck and it wasn't a 'lesbian by convenience' thing where you rolled with it because you didn't have to go hunting for a sex partner. Were there other sapphic roommates on your path through college? Or did you have to go hunting at the local dyke bar to find more timid girls ready to spend a night on their knees servicing you?

And for the record, did you ever talk to that former roommate again? An actual call, a letter, email, FB, or other social media?