Exploring My Sexuality - Sex Stories

Exploring My Sexuality

... compliment, but I don't take it as such. Everyone says I'm smart. I'll always be the slightly plump, dirty blonde who is just a little bit too good at math. Most of the time I just want to disappear. I guess that's why I like to study; so I can disappear into books and away from reality. I also wear black all the time for the same reason: to fade away figuratively if not literally. I'm not talented, beautiful, or athletic. I'm book smart, and that's it.

"Thanks." I reply. "I think you're really good at writing." I return.

"Really?" she asks, genuinely flattered, like she has no idea. Like nobody in the history of ever has told her that.

"Probably the most talented in the class." I tell her, I mean it too. Every time we have a writing assignment, the professor gives us another student's writing to critique. I've read about 10 other stories over the course of the semester, and hers is not only good, but it sticks with me.

We all had the same assignment: to write about a trip, real or imagined. She wrote about a trip to the supermarket to buy flowers. I actually feel sorry for whoever had to read my story about flying to the moon. I tried hard to make it from an astronaut's point of view, but it fell flat. I know it did. Like I said, I'm smart, so the details were accurate. There were too many details though. I had mostly thrown them in to show I had done the research, but it bogged the story down. Creativity, the story fell flat.

I can tell she is genuinely ...

... surprised to get a compliment. "Are you going to lunch now?" she asks.

I wasn't. I was going back to my dorm room to take a nap before I had my data structures class, but now that the pretty hot girl is speaking to me, sleep all of a sudden doesn't seem important. "Sure." I tell her, and we walk towards the cafeteria.

"I can't stand the food at this place." she says once we get our treys, find a table and sit down. "It's basically garbage on a plate." she tells me sticking her fork in her veggies like it's offensive.

I come from a family that considers boxed mac and cheese home cooking, so the food tastes fine to me. There is green salad, mixed veggies, and some kind of chicken pot pie, which I like, but agree with her anyway.

We talk about class, college life, Mr. Williams the creative writing teacher, and then come around to the topic of her boyfriend, Cameron.

I don't really want to talk about Cameron. He's probably a jerk. He certainly looks that way. "We've been dating since freshman year." she says and shrugs.

"Well, he's very handsome." I tell her. Maybe if I say so, she'll get off the subject of her boyfriend and I can pretend she's single and can have her to myself.

Cameron really is handsome though. Definitely one of the more good looking guys I've seen in my entire life. He's tall and athletic with dark hair. He's the type of boy who was probably cute from the time he was born and never had an awkward phase between then and now. Nothing like me, who ...