Rivkah’s Awakening - Sex Stories

Rivkah’s Awakening

... to the typical brunette, brown-eyed girl I grew up with. Eventually, Brianna caught me looking.

"I can't help but notice the stares," Brianna said to my surprise. I wasn't used to the girls I was friends with being so forward.

"Sorry," I said sheepishly. I didn't know what to say. I felt embarrassed and lowered my head in shame.

Brianna reached out and put her hand on mine. "It's okay to look. I was just shocked," she explained.

"It is just that...well...you are totally different from the girls I know. And I can't get over how in shape you are and how willing you are to show your body. I know I sound crazy. I want to make the most out of college, but it has been so overwhelming, and we just got here. Everything here is so different. Good. Just different," I tried explaining without sounding too crazy.

Brianna's hand continued to rest on mine. She looked at me with those kind blue eyes and simply said, "I get it."

We continued to talk and lay on the grass for the next half hour. Strangely Brianna's hand never left mine, and I never moved my hand away.

I finally noticed the time and explained that I had to get home to watch my younger siblings.

"I liked talking to you. Would it be okay if I got your number? It would be nice having someone to hang out with when I am on campus," I asked nervously. I wasn't sure why I felt so nervous asking. It was just a girl from school. I had all my friends from high school's phone numbers. Something about this felt ...

... different, though. I chalked it up to us being from disparate worlds and pushed the thought out of my mind.

Brianna grabbed my phone from my hands and programmed her number in. Before handing it back to me, she pulled me close to her and snapped a selfie of us together. My heart started pounding in my chest as Brianna held me close to her body. I touched her bare skin for a moment as she snapped a few pictures.

She pulled away moments later. "Here you go. I hope you don't mind that I took a picture. I just felt like we should memorialize us meeting," Brianna said with a smile.

"I'll talk to you soon," she called out as I walked towards the campus parking lot.

As soon as I got into my car, I pulled out my phone and looked at the picture. She really is beautiful, I thought to myself. I put my phone down and drove back to my parent's home. As I entered the front door, I was transported back into the world of my people.

"Rivkah, thank god you're home. Can you help your sisters with their homework? I have to go to the store. We need to start cooking for Shabbat." My mom yelled as she stormed out the door.

Shabbat, the Jewish Sabbath, was a big deal to my family and my community in general. It was a family tradition for me to help my mom cook up a storm on Thursday night in preparation for the upcoming celebration. It was something I looked forward to every week. It was my favorite time of the week since it was when my mom and I got to catch up with each other. For ...