Straight Female / 34
The Night We Became True Freshman Together
My mother was in love with France, anything French. She named me Solange. I've never met another Solange. The name stood out and I guess I was known at school because of my name. On the school front I was all over the place, art, band, academics. And sports. I played soccer and I swam. Developmentally I had a fast puberty, I started 'bleeding' early around 11 and by the time I was 13 I had a woman's body, by breasts kept growing for several years. I have big woman breasts, baby feeding breasts. I really like my breasts, I think they define me as a woman.
In spite of being the girl next door I didn't date much and I finished high school untouched and unused. If I am fair, most girls finished high school unused. Our high school had a couple of notorious girls that everybody knew but second base was pretty much as far as we went. I went to college a couple of hours from home, in the dorm as a freshman. It was at college, my second week there that my roommate met a guy and he invited her to go dancing and she asked me to come because she didn't want to go alone. He brought a friend.
Neither one of us made it back to the dorm unused. Not only were we used, we were abused. At least we were used together and not alone. We witnessed it. Harsh. We did get slapped for not getting our clothes off fast enough, slapped on the thighs and behind. They did this often with freshman girls and had a routine, and winning was the one that got it in first and came first. We lay around naked after we got our first taste of it. We had a contest to see which one of us could get her 'man' off first by sucking his cock. We both lost, and the penalty was a rear door action. We were put side by side face down and we bonded eye to eye while they went in and finished. What was bad was having to clean up afterwards and wash them. We were 'true' freshman after we got back to our dorm.
It had to happen, sometime. I know that, so does she. We are very close, she and I. We are both married with nice husbands and we have a couple of kids each and we live close by in the suburbs like we grew up. Our kids are in school and our days revolve around them. The bond we have is stronger than sisters and when we happen to be looking into each other's eyes we 'feel' what we felt that night when we were abused. Sometimes, more often than we like to admit, we just fall into this hug that lasts for many minutes. A strong hug, we can't hug tight enough. It is right then that I know she will always be mine and I will always be hers and no one can love someone as much as I love her. And no one can be loved like she loves me.
In spite of being the girl next door I didn't date much and I finished high school untouched and unused. If I am fair, most girls finished high school unused. Our high school had a couple of notorious girls that everybody knew but second base was pretty much as far as we went. I went to college a couple of hours from home, in the dorm as a freshman. It was at college, my second week there that my roommate met a guy and he invited her to go dancing and she asked me to come because she didn't want to go alone. He brought a friend.
Neither one of us made it back to the dorm unused. Not only were we used, we were abused. At least we were used together and not alone. We witnessed it. Harsh. We did get slapped for not getting our clothes off fast enough, slapped on the thighs and behind. They did this often with freshman girls and had a routine, and winning was the one that got it in first and came first. We lay around naked after we got our first taste of it. We had a contest to see which one of us could get her 'man' off first by sucking his cock. We both lost, and the penalty was a rear door action. We were put side by side face down and we bonded eye to eye while they went in and finished. What was bad was having to clean up afterwards and wash them. We were 'true' freshman after we got back to our dorm.
It had to happen, sometime. I know that, so does she. We are very close, she and I. We are both married with nice husbands and we have a couple of kids each and we live close by in the suburbs like we grew up. Our kids are in school and our days revolve around them. The bond we have is stronger than sisters and when we happen to be looking into each other's eyes we 'feel' what we felt that night when we were abused. Sometimes, more often than we like to admit, we just fall into this hug that lasts for many minutes. A strong hug, we can't hug tight enough. It is right then that I know she will always be mine and I will always be hers and no one can love someone as much as I love her. And no one can be loved like she loves me.
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