A Change Of Face - Part One - Sex Stories

A Change Of Face - Part One

... your father meant when he said he liked your new look," Sophie said thoughtfully. "I was wondering." "You caught that, huh?" I asked, swallowing with some difficulty. I had to be very careful here. It was only my first day on campus and I had almost completely blown the plan already. "Sure," she replied easily, not seeing my fear. "Not that I would have guessed. Don't worry. You're secret is safe with me." "My secret?" I asked, my heart thumping in my chest. Did I say or do something that let Sophie see right through the charade I'd been trying to pull off? "The fact that you don't have any real experience with guys," she answered. "You come across far worldlier than you are. In fact, I bet no one will guess that you're still a virgin." Sophie thought I was a virgin? Seriously? My panic subsided considerably. I wish I'd been smarter with my words, but it was better to be thought an innocent virgin than who I really was, or at least used to be. Still, I didn't want to fall back into being Amelia, the girl I was before I had my eyes so rudely opened. Mostly because I knew I couldn't pull it off. "Um, I'm not nearly as innocent as you think," I said as we each got into our beds. She looked at me oddly and my heartbeat picked up once again. "I mean, I am a virgin, but I have done some things with a boy." "Really?" she asked with a grin. "Care to share them with me?" '"No," I said, smiling nervously. "We don't know each other well enough for that." "There's the smile I was ...

... talking about," she retorted. "The one that will drive the guys crazy." "Yep, that's me," I snorted. "It gets boring stepping over all the guys who fall at my feet, but a girls got to do what a girls got to do." "Oh, we're going to get along fine," she laughed. "In fact, now that I know one of your darkest secrets, I guess it's only fair that I tell you one of mine. You have to promise never to tell anyone." "Oh yeah? And what might that be?" I asked with a grin. I knew it was going to be something silly based on her tone. "I'm addicted to old television shows," she replied, pulling out her laptop as she spoke. "And not just any shows, but the Sci-Fi and Fantasy ones." "Seriously?" I asked, not quite picturing it. "Yep," she smiled. "You should see the posters I have in my room back home. I didn't bring any here because I want to keep that part of me secret, but you being my roommate and all, there's no way I'd be able to hide it from you." "And why is that?" I was honestly curious about her answer. "I don't want everyone at school to think of me as a geek," she replied, but then laughed and added, "Besides, I sort of promised my mother. She afraid I'll end up spending my nights locked in my room watching television instead of going out and making friends." "Hmm, I wonder why she'd think that?" I teased. "I mean, it is night time and clearly, you're making ready to watch something." "Hey! I went to the orientation first and met loads of people." "Most of whom you made fun of." ...