Straight Female / 59
Poor Boy, He Didn't Expect What I Did With Him
I was in a car accident in junior high. I was severely cut and scared on my face, as well as residual scars from leg injuries and surgeries. Psychologically I became introverted, would not drive, and fantasized about being a princess locked in a castle.
When I went to college, five years after the accident I had learned makeup, and walked with a limp. My smile was a little crooked and I enrolled in Computer Science, one of very few girls. I tried to be social but I wasn't one of those girls and conversations ended in nothing.
A football game broke the ice. As a foreign student he didn't know anything about American football and I convinced him to go with me. After the game we went to get a hamburger and back to the apartment I shared with another girl. He was unnerved when I knelt at his feet and unzipped him. For a first time event I managed a full erection and I straddled him and rode down on him. He lost self control and I got off his lap leaking his cum on him.
He was more a virgin than I was. He became my college boyfriend. I read magazines, those magazines on the top shelf at the 7-11 that my older brother bought and kept under his bed, and imitated the poses of those girls. He had never seen a Hustler, or read Penthouse Forum. I got even for my high school years locked in the castle. I wasn't a slut, except for him.
When I went to college, five years after the accident I had learned makeup, and walked with a limp. My smile was a little crooked and I enrolled in Computer Science, one of very few girls. I tried to be social but I wasn't one of those girls and conversations ended in nothing.
A football game broke the ice. As a foreign student he didn't know anything about American football and I convinced him to go with me. After the game we went to get a hamburger and back to the apartment I shared with another girl. He was unnerved when I knelt at his feet and unzipped him. For a first time event I managed a full erection and I straddled him and rode down on him. He lost self control and I got off his lap leaking his cum on him.
He was more a virgin than I was. He became my college boyfriend. I read magazines, those magazines on the top shelf at the 7-11 that my older brother bought and kept under his bed, and imitated the poses of those girls. He had never seen a Hustler, or read Penthouse Forum. I got even for my high school years locked in the castle. I wasn't a slut, except for him.
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