Exploring My Sexuality - Sex Stories

Exploring My Sexuality

... history, morphing into someone who practically tripped over his words with excitement. I think it's endearing.

I sometimes wonder why the most attractive couple in the entire University want to hang out with me, but decide to go with it. They clearly liked me. Both of them, and I liked them. They didn't seem to care that I wear glasses and my fashion sense all but screams I am a child with hand me down clothing. They don't care that I don't come from anywhere glitzy or glamorous, like California or New York, and that I am slightly overweight while they are trim, slim and athletic looking.

Then one day, Angela asks if I was going to one fo the big frat parties. "It's Cameron's frat" she said, "Wanna come?"

I had never been to a frat party. I know, I was a sophomore then, and it seems unbelievable that a college girl in her second year wouldn't have been to a party, but for some reason, going to a beer fueled sex fest never appealed to me. I had tried drinking a beer in the dorms with friends in their rooms, but decided I wasn't really into the party scene. I guess I saw myself as above it, opting instead to stay in the dorms watching YouTube videos in my down time. Besides, I HAD to do well. As a scholarship student with parents breathing down my neck, I couldn't risk throwing all that away. Hell, I even lived in the "quiet" study dorm. Still, since Angela wanted to go, I thought "why not?" After all, you only go to college once, and it's just one party.

I wasn't ...

... sure what to wear, but Angela assured me less was more, so I pull out my one pseudo risque outfit. A black dress I would typically wear with leggings, (but didn't this time), and put on some black flats, since I am never truly comfortable in heels. I also smear on some lipstick and mascara, deem it good enough, and leave the dorm feeling pretty good about myself as I head towards the noisy frat house.

As soon as I set foot inside, I spot Angela. She looks fantastic in a fire engine red dress and heels that make her seem as tall as I am.

She thrust a beer in my hand, and then we start dancing with a big group of her friends. Some of them I recognize from class. I think they are all creative writing majors, or English lit majors anyway. People destined to teach English in middle and high schools when they graduate.

It seems as though she and her friends are making a show of touching and grinding against each other, and I notice the frat boys are looking at the girls with wide eyes, wanting to get in on the action. I have to admit it makes me a little uncomfortable, but it turns me on too.

After a few beers, I started to feel a little woozy and began to loosen up a little. Everyone else was too, from the looks of it, and I even saw a couple full on making out in the corner. That was when Angela screams something I couldn't understand.

"What?" I scream back.

"You look so sexy." she screamed again.

"Oh, ah, thanks." I tell her.

"Is it too loud?" she says as ...