My College Dream Girl

Frustration leads to unexpected feelings. I was a very frustrated girl in college. My hormones raging, my heart beating, my pussy quivering. Oh well, join the club. My college had nothing but girls, and my schooling was nothing but girls. My life was nothing but girls. And I was in love with this girl. I had a thing then for Marsha, aka Big Tits.

Marsha came from this mountain town in California. Born into an older couple, raised in the wild, beautiful as only she could be, and blessed with most perfect breasts. Nice big melons. And around campus she didn't wear a bra. And for me, I have a weakness for breasts, always did. And I was in love at first sight.

A friend of Marsha's told me not to get my hopes up, Marsha had a boyfriend back home. It didn't matter, my hormones were overacting, my feelings on edge, my pussy wet, I obsessed, dreamt, wished for a chance with Marsha.

My chance came one weekend when we had an intermural fair. I am a descent runner so I entered the cross country race, well cross campus run. Marsha entered the race too. She showed up in a sports bra, I guess she didn't want all the girls falling for her. We lined up and I paced my run to stay beside her. A fleeting fifteen minutes beside the girl I was in love with.

But life is frustrating, Marsha hardly looked my way. Something about her boyfriend that weekend. She dressed for him, looked like a magazine cover girl. And him looking sharp in his dress blues. Not a chance she telegraphed.

That's why I was frustrated, deeply frustrated, my feelings hurt. Big Tits was never going to be mine. I'm over her, I think.