A Change Of Face - Part One - Sex Stories

A Change Of Face - Part One

... and pretty much thrust her tongue down his throat for two whole songs before leading him out of the party," Sophie said, sounding just as surprised as me. "And they weren't the only ones making out in public or disappearing early." "It was weird, right?" I shook my head before continuing. "In high school, if any girls did what that blond did, they be labeled sluts forever." I had reason to know, not that I was going to tell Sophie that. "I guess things are different at college." "I don't know about that," she replied. "I pretty much will think of her as a slut whenever I see her on campus." I did the best I could to hide my frown. Sophie hadn't struck me as all that judgmental up until now. I didn't quite sigh in relief when she added, "Not that it's that big of a deal. It takes all kinds. Besides, to be fair, my brother says that you shouldn't hold anything anyone does the first week of college against them. For a lot of people this is their first taste of freedom and they're bound to let loose before finally settling down." "You have a brother?" I asked, changing the subject. "Two actually," she replied. "I'm closer to Hank, but Phil and I get along well too. Phil is almost six years older than me. Hank is only two. He's starting his junior year." "I'm an only child," I offered. "That sounds heavenly," she sighed, but I could tell she was joking. "I wouldn't have minded a couple of siblings," I said thoughtfully. "Being an only child can be lonely at times." "I can't ...

... picture a girl who looks like you ever being lonely." I didn't quite shake my head. For some reason Sophie seemed to think I was a lot prettier than I was. She'd made a few comments throughout the night. "You're great for my ego," I said. "But I'm not really all that good looking." "You're wrong," she insisted. "I would kill for your legs, and let's not even talk about your smile." Sophie shook her head ruefully before continuing. "Guys swoon when they see it. It's too bad you don't do it more often." "Guys do not swoon when I smile!" I snorted. "Frankly, they're too busy staring at you to even notice. Not only are you beautiful, but you have curves in all the places guys like to see them." "Men," Sophie sighed. "If it wasn't for my Alex, I'd probably give up on the whole species." "I have," I said, unable to stop myself. It was the truth, but I was saying more than I planned, especially considering how little I knew Sophie. It's not like I hated guys. I'd just had my fill, at least for the time being. "A lot of bad experiences?" Sophie asked. I panicked at the words 'a lot'. I didn't want anyone to think I had nearly as much experience as I did with guys. "Not really," I replied, which wasn't that bad of a response, but then I had to add, "In fact almost none. I was a late bloomer and pretty much a book worm back in high school." I bit my lip stopping myself from saying anything more. I'd made myself sound like a complete loser and nerd. That was so not the plan. "So that's why ...