Rivkah’s Awakening - Sex Stories

Rivkah’s Awakening

... classmates wore shorts and belly shirts. I had never experienced anything like that before in my life. I was shocked by how comfortably all my classmates showed off their bodies. Growing up, I was taught that valuing yourself meant being modest in dress as well as in behavior. Yet, all the women in my class seemed happy and confident in a way I had never experienced. Every exposure to my new classmates made me rethink my family's teachings. I wanted to be around them more.

While I lived at home, I made every excuse to visit campus. I loved the feel and energy the university had. That first week, though, I got lost more than I would like to admit. It turns out that being lost was the best thing that ever happened to me.

"You look a little lost," I heard a voice say. I turned around and saw the girl with the kindest eyes I had ever seen.

"A little. It is my first week here. I was just walking around trying to get a feel of the place. I'm Rivkah, by the way," I said to this beautiful stranger right in front of me.

"I'm Brianna. Nice to meet you. It's my first week here too. I just got here from Florida," she continued, "I hope this doesn't come off rude but are you a local?"

I blushed. "It's that obvious, huh? It's the clothes that give it away, isn't it?" I said, feeling slightly self-conscious about how I was dressed.

"Oh no, no. Sorry I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable. I just heard that the locals don't mix much with the university community. I ...

... didn't mean to imply... let me try this again. Hi, I'm Brianna. It is so nice to meet you, Rivkah," Brianna said, trying to make me feel better.

"It is really nice to meet you too, Brianna," I replied, trying to alleviate her guilt about the whole situation.

"You know I was about to go to the field over there, get some sun, and eat my lunch. Any chance you want to keep me company? It'd be nice to make a friend," Briana asked.

"Sure. That sounds nice," I said as I followed Brianna to a patch of grass where some students were lying out tanning.

I watched as Brianna pulled off her shirt, revealing the bikini top she wore underneath. I sat next to her, uncertain of what to say or where to look.

"I love the feeling of the sun on my skin. Growing up in south Florida, I went to the beach almost daily. I am going to soak up as much warmth as possible before it starts to get cold here," Brianna explained.

"You look uncomfortable again, "Brianna said, "I can put my shirt back on if...."

I quickly cut her off. "No, no. I am just not used to people showing so much skin. Heck, in my community, women aren't supposed to show skin below their collarbone or above their knees. It's nice seeing someone so comfortable with their body that they don't care about what others think. If I wore that, my family would blow a gasket!"

As we continued talking and eating, I couldn't help but take in Brianna's body. She was blonde, blue-eyed, and very in shape. It was a stark contrast ...