Everyone in this story is 18 years old or older.
When I was growing up, I was the youngest child and the only girl with three older brothers in an Irish, Catholic household. More often than not, I was the center of attention. I was the baby girl and my parents fawned over me, especially my mom who enjoyed a female presence among a household dominated by roughhousing boys and my father. I guess I was a daddy's girl too and made sure to steal attention away from my brother's any chance I could. That was a tall task seeing they enjoyed playing sports and I was more of a dainty girl. I found out early all I had to do was shed a tear or pretend I was hurt to gain my parent's attention, sometimes at the expense of my older brothers.
Like most girls, I struggled with my self image because I wasn't the prettiest or most popular girl in high school and I was a late bloomer. I didn't always catch the attention of the boys, which frustrated me but It was something I had to deal with. I was helpless when all the other girls attracted the attention of the most popular boys. I secretly wished they would find me as desirable as my counterparts.
Things seemed to change after I turned 18, a few months before I graduated high school. My boobs filled out to 36c and pressed against my now too small tops. I let my blonde hair grow down past my shoulders and my hips and ass got more shapely. I went through a growth spurt to 5'7" which also made my legs longer. I found that I could dress sexy without looking slutty by wearing tight tops and leggings, tight jeans or short skirts to highlight my best body features. Of course, the horny teenage boys at school began to notice me more. I was getting more attention and I was loving life again.
My improved dating life meant that I was making out with boys who tried to have sex with me. Like most girls, it took them a long time to get that far. I started off by doing some heavy petting, letting them touch me through my clothes before moving on to letting them touch my bare breasts or agreeing to let them touch my bare pussy. That led to me giving my first handjob with a boy at a popular lover's lane. I really wanted to go further but I didn't like the boy that much. I was still curious about sex and enjoyed seeing and having a hard cock in my hands. He got frustrated with me because I wouldn't let him go all the way and eventually stopped asking me out in order to date one of the "easy" girls at school.
I started dating another guy, Ronny, and after about three weeks of heavy petting and handjobs, I finally gave in and gave him my first blow job. It was something I wanted to try after hearing the other girls at school talking about it but I was still nervous. I wanted to do a good job and I was afraid of what his cum would taste like. I knew when we went up to the lover's lane that he would ask me to suck his dick because he would ask every time before I made him settle for a handjob. What he didn't know was on that fateful, starlit night, I had decided beforehand to grant his wish.
When our makeout session progressed to me losing my top and letting him feel and suck on my tits while I stroked his dick, he predictably asked me to blow him. He was pleasantly surprised when I finally agreed to do it. He leaned back in the backseat of his car as I moved my head closer to his dick. I nervously stared at his erection, momentarily considering changing my mind and chickening out but I also wanted to try sucking a dick and telling my friends what it was like.
I stared at his dick so long, he finally asked, "Well, are you going to do it?"
I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, opened my mouth and closed my eyes as I leaned forward and took his dick into my mouth, closing my lips around it and feeling it slide along my tongue. My head started to bob on his dick. It felt funny having my mouth filled with a hard dick but after I got over my initial nervousness, I decided it wasn't as bad as I had feared. It's not like there was much of a taste. As a matter of fact, after hearing his moans from my sucking, I began to enjoy it. I felt a sense of power being able to give someone else so much pleasure. I struggled to get him deep into my throat and gagged a couple of times. I may have scraped him with my teeth once or twice but I thought I was doing pretty good seeing it was my first time.
He was a horny, young man without a lot of experience himself, who didn't have a lot of self-control and was close to cumming after a few minutes of me blowing him. I then had to decide if I was going to let him cum in my mouth or not. Part of me was scared of what it might taste like but I recalled my friends telling me that guys love when a girl swallows so I figured I might as well try it. How bad could it be anyway?
It didn't matter whether I wanted him to cum in my mouth or not because just before he started to cum, he held on tightly to the back of my head and shoved himself deep into my throat. I gagged as the first wad of cum hit the back of my mouth and it kept coming. Some of his cum spilled out of the corners of my mouth and down my chin but I was able to regain control and swallowed the rest of his load.
When he was done, I lifted my head and proudly looked up at him with cum on my lips and chin. I did it, I gave my first blow job. It wasn't as bad as I had feared and I kind of enjoyed it. I was taught nice girls don't do things like suck a dick or have any kind of pre-marital sex so it was exciting to do something naughty. He was grinning from ear to ear and told me what a great blow job it was and handed me a rag to wipe the cum off my face. It made me feel good to hear him keep telling me how amazing I was. When he took me home, we promised to get together soon. I found it odd that he would only kiss me on the cheek though.
In the safe confines of my bedroom, I texted my friends all the gory details of how I sucked my first dick and how I swallowed his cum. The next day at school, Ronny must have bragged to his buddies that I gave him a blow job the night before because they were all looking at me and grinning. One even stuck his tongue into the side of his cheek repeatedly mimicking me sucking a dick. I was a little embarrassed but I also was getting the attention that I craved.
I didn't lose my virginity until prom night when Ronny and I went to a party afterwards without any adult supervision. There was plenty of alcohol and midway through the night, Ronny and I were naked in one of the bedrooms and that's when he took my virginity. I think it was his first time too because he seemed just as nervous and me. We both fumbled our way through, not really knowing what to expect. It wasn't that great of an experience but from what I hear, not many people have mind blowing sex the first time.
Once Ronny and I started having sex, we couldn't get enough of each other and found ourselves up at the lover's lane in the backseat of his car several times a week unless one of our parents were going to be out of the house for an extended period of time. Sometimes we'd have sex two or three times a day if the opportunities were there. He even started to eat my pussy and gave me my first orgasm other than when I masturbated.
Little did I know that on one of those nights in the backseat of Ronny's car, my sex life would take an unexpected turn. It was a warm summer night after graduation when Ronny and I were both horny as usual, and found ourselves at our favorite spot at the secluded lover's lane, making out in his car and gradually stripping off our clothes. I found myself in a familiar position of being naked on my back with my legs spread open offering my hot pussy to my eager boyfriend. I could hardly wait for his hard dick to enter me. I moaned as he started to fuck me. Truth be told, I liked fucking in the backseat of Ronny's car, it was naughty, and there was always that chance we'd get caught.
Apparently, Ronny had been bragging to his buddies how we were fucking almost every night at our favorite spot and his buddies decided to play a practical joke on us. We were right in the middle of another great fuck session when I looked up and saw several of Ronny's friends watching us through the windows of the car. I screamed out from being surprised and Ronny looked up at his friends and started laughing but he never stopped fucking me. I pleaded with him to stop but he wouldn't get off me. Not only were my former classmates seeing me naked but they were watching Ronny plunge his dick into my cunt. Ignoring my pleas, Ronny wouldn't stop; he kept fucking me despite our audience. I think it was his way of showing off to his friends that he was having sex with a girl and they weren't
Then my horror did a complete 180 degree turn. I found my pussy was getting hotter the more they watched. I saw the three of them keep switching places so they could get different views of Ronny and me. I saw the look of lust in their eyes obviously wishing they were the ones fucking me. It began to turn me on knowing his three friends were looking at my tits and dick filled pussy. Ronny must have realized I was beginning to enjoy it when I began to lift my hips to meet his.
Ronny leaned forward and whispered in my ear, "Let me fuck you from behind and give them a real show."
I don't know why I agreed to his request but I was young and horny so he withdrew his cock from my pussy and I turned over to get on all fours with my butt sticking up in the air. His friends got a great view of my ass and pussy before Ronny got behind me and began to thrust into me again. In this position, I was looking at one of his friends, Wade, right in the eye as Ronny was fucking me. My tits were bouncing as my pussy was getting pounded. I was so turned on, I had my first vaginal orgasm in front of our audience.
I could hear his friends saying things like, "Damn look at those tits," and "Holy shit, Abby really likes getting fucked," and "check out that ass."
I was on full display in a most intimate moment for their perverted pleasure but the longer it went on, the more I enjoyed it. I liked it until after Ronny came, when a sudden burst of modesty came over me and I asked him to tell his friends to leave. Now that the show was over, they went on their way. Ronny quickly apologized for his friends actions.
"I'm sorry about this Abby, I didn't know they were going to show up here. I was so turned on, I couldn't stop when you asked. I'm sorry."
He tried to comfort me by saying, "Those guys are losers. They are going to go home and jerk off thinking about you tonight."
By then, I had a mix of emotions. Part of me was embarrassed, part of me was excited to have been on display while getting fucked and part of me felt guilty for enjoying it. I wasn't really comfortable with my body; every girl thinks other girls are better looking or have better bodies and want to change something about themselves but it was kind of a compliment to hear the guys talk about liking my body. It boosted my confidence too. The thought of some boys jerking off thinking about my naked body and wanting to fuck me really turned me on. It turned me on so much that I masturbated to another orgasm before I went to sleep that night thinking about them doing the same thing.
It was embarrassing when I saw Ronny's friends at a party that weekend. I could feel them undressing me with their eyes which was a little unnerving and they teased me too.
One of them greeted me by staring at my tits and saying with a knowing grin on his face and saying, "Nice to see you again, Abby."
Another one chimed in, "Is that you Abby, I didn't recognize you with your clothes on."
They were being crass assholes so I looked at them and said, "I hope you got a good look because you'll never see these tits again. I also hope you had a good time jerking off that night because you'll never get any of this."
I shook my ass as I walked away. I felt empowered knowing I didn't let them get to me and to turn it around and make them feel like jerks. It turned me on knowing they would never forget that night and how it would change my sex life forever. I was hotter than usual when Ronny fucked me that night and part of me wished his friends were there to see it. I would close my eyes while I was getting fucked, fantasizing about being watched again. I didn't want to admit it to myself and I was too afraid to let Ronny know I enjoyed having an audience so I felt I had to keep my secret to myself.
Ronny and I screwed many times that summer until we went off to separate colleges. We both knew that we would meet new people and our summer of love came to an end. I still miss him to this day; you never forget the person that took your virginity but I started out on a new part of my life and my sexual life as well.
It was quite a change for me to be living in a dorm sharing a room with a stranger in a large wing with 15 coed double rooms and with two large bathrooms and showers for men and women. I had to walk down a long hallway to get to the showers, then hope they weren't occupied with a lot of us trying to get to early classes. No matter what time of day or night, there always seemed to be someone in the hallways. At first, I was extremely modest when going to and from the bathroom but after a while, you become familiar with people and you become less concerned about what they may see.
For example, if I was studying in my room and not wearing a bra under a t-shirt, I stopped putting one on if I had to take a quick pee. More than a few guys saw my bouncing breasts and nipples through my shirt. I kind of liked making their heads turn too. I might wear a long shirt that barely covered my ass and wouldn't always put on shorts underneath when going to the bathroom or sometimes I'd go into the kitchen to grab something quick to eat and might "accidentally" drop something and bend at the waist to pick it up or get a plate off the top shelf which would raise my shirt and expose my long legs and panties. It became a secret game I played to show off to the guys on the floor and some of their friends.
Sometimes, when I knew there were a lot of guys in the common areas, I would deliberately put on a t-shirt that was more sheer than the rest and walk past them, knowing they were looking at my breasts and panties. Other times, I would tweak my nipples to make them hard so they poked out through my shirt and get into a conversation with one of the boys knowing they would be distracted. Their eyes would dart from my face down to my nipples and back again. I had to control myself to keep from laughing.
I became more sexually active too. After only having one previous partner, I wanted to continue to explore my sexuality with more guys. I wasn't slut but I had an active sex life, nothing out of the ordinary and some partners were better than others. I continued to flaunt my young, firm body in discreet ways like letting guys get looks down a low cut top at my cleavage or wearing tight spandex shorts that hugged my tight ass. While some girls might be offended by some of the comments guys made, I liked most of them, mostly because I knew I got their attention. A few guys could be real assholes and took some liberties with touching me that I quickly stopped but those were far and few between.
I got more adventurous in my sophomore year, boosted by becoming more confident in my body image. My body wasn't super model material but I had nice tits and a firm ass and I like to show them off. Sometimes when my roommate was out at night, I would parade around my dorm room naked with all the lights on and the curtains open knowing I could be seen from the building next door. I'll never know exactly how many people saw me naked but I know I got the attention of more than a few guys that year.
One night, I was walking around my dorm room naked keeping my eye out the window, looking for potential voyeurs and spotted a guy studying at his desk across the way. He didn't notice me right away but he did a double take once he saw me. He naturally stopped looking at his computer to focus on me. Once he figured out I wasn't getting dressed, he turned out the lights in his dorm but I could still see the silhouette of his figure. I began to brush my hair and carelessly dropped it on the floor. I made sure to bend over with my ass facing the window to give my voyeur a good view of my ass.
When I saw his arm moving in his lap, I knew he was jerking off watching me. I was getting horny myself and decided to do something bold. I walked right up to the window, staring straight across the way and began to run my hands over my breasts and down between my legs. I fingered myself for a few moments then brought my finger up to my lips and began to suck on it like it was a dick. Then I took my breasts, lifting them up so I could lick my nipples. I was so fucking hot by then, my hand drifted back between my legs and I began to furiously work my fingers against my clit until I came. Now that the show was over, I closed the curtains in a flash of modesty.
It was exhilarating to do something so naughty. A good Catholic girl was supposed to be modest and never, ever let someone see her naked other than her husband. I was able to fulfill a fantasy in a safe manner with semi-anonymity. It was different from letting someone see my boobs through my shirt or giving them a peek at my panties; this was full blown nudity and letting them see me masturbating while they got off watching me. I think that was the best part, knowing someone was jerking off while fantasizing about my body.
I only repeated my performance for my voyeur a couple of more times that year but wasn't shy about walking around naked in my dorm room at other times also. I often wondered how often he jerked off thinking of me. I'm sure he told his friends about what he saw. I think I saw a couple of guys watching me at least once, so I'm sure his roommate got a peek at me too. It was hard to tell because once I started walking around nude, they would turn their lights off.
It seemed I would get more adventurous the longer I went without sex. It's like my horniness would build up inside me and I'd have to release the pressure somehow. I had a series of boyfriends over the course of my sophomore year and had an active sex life but I was never that serious with any of them and we'd seem to move on after a month or so. I kept my exhibitionist desires to myself out of fear they would think there was something wrong with me or break up with me out of jealousy if another guy looked at me with lust in their eyes. I still went braless at times and gave guys, including some professors, a peek up my short skirts or wore leggings or spandex shorts to show off my ass.
I purposely purchased some leggings that were semi-transparent. When I would bend over, you could see my panties or thong through the material. It was fun walking around campus showing off my ass, making sure to bend over for an appreciative onlooker. It was a harmless game that gave me and my voyeurs a cheap thrill.
There was one incident that happened just before we left for summer break at the end of my sophomore year that only inflamed my exhibitionist desires. I started dating a really cute guy, Ken, who was just as horny as me, but what guy at that age isn't? One night, we were drinking and smoking some joints at a party and we decided to leave so we could have sex. I knew my roommate was back in our room so we went to his dorm room. He slowly opened his door only to find his roommate, Mitch, sound asleep. We were kissing and fondling each other out in the hall, not knowing where to go when he suggested we do it in his room but try to be real quiet so we didn't wake up his roommate.
I was stoned, drunk and horny, not that I would have minded anyway, so I quickly agreed to risk getting caught. We went into his room, closing the door softly behind us, kissing and touching each other the whole time. We quickly started shedding our clothes and he immediately started to suck on my large tits and finger me while I stroked his cock. While Ken was nibbling on my neck, I turned sideways to see if we had woken Mitch. When I turned, I swear I saw his eyes open but he immediately closed them so as not to ruin the moment. I wasn't sure though, so I kept looking over his way. I never said anything to Ken, but I wanted Mitch to catch us. The only light in the room came from some lights outside and from a laptop computer screen so it was difficult to see, but it looked like his eyes were squinted but open just a little as he tried to pretend he was sleeping.