The Coeds: Chelsea’s Lesson

NOTE: The Coeds is a series of short stories (some longer than others) about the sexual exploits of six freshman girls at a fictional college. The stories are organized by character, and, occasionally, the same story is told from multiple perspectives (see separate Overview of Characters). Although it draws inspiration from real-life events (and some of the stories are not too far off), the names and locations have been changed to protect the horny, and it’s meant to be a sensationalized parody of college life.

All characters are over the age of 18 at all times described herein.

Chelsea’s Lesson:

I was raised very conservatively, and I was always taught that sex before marriage was a sin. The town I grew up outside of Louisville was very conservative as well. So while I knew others my age that had sex before marriage, I wasn’t one of them—and it certainly wasn’t the norm.

But college in New Orleans was completely different. I met kids from all over the country and I soon learned that my world view when it came to sex was very much in the minority. Everybody was having casual, premarital sex. What’s more, no one was ashamed or hid their sexuality; they flaunted it.

One of the best examples I can think of was a night I will never forget. In fact, it was perhaps the event that changed everything for me…

It was early on in the school year and I had come back to the dorms after studying at the library most of the night. Even though it was late, I decided to take a shower before I went to bed (I generally preferred to shower late at night or early in the morning anyway, because the boys bathroom was next to the girls and I always felt uncomfortable when I ran into people in our respective towels/robes).

Anyway, I grabbed my shower caddy and wrapped my body in a towel. I put my robe on over that for extra coverage in case I ran into anyone in the halls. It was after midnight on a Tuesday, so I didn’t Manisa Escort figure that I would see anyone, but I always covered up to be safe.

When I entered the bathroom, I could hear that one of the other showers was running and steam was pouring out of the fifth and farthest shower stall. I veered toward the near side of the room to the stall abutting the opposite wall. As I did, I happened to glance over at the shower stall in use.

I don’t know what made me look—reflex more than anything—but I did so at seemingly at the most opportune (or inopportune) time, as I was at just the right angle to see behind the lazily half-closed shower curtain. I froze in my tracks as I realized it that there was more than one person in the stall. In fact, it was a girl squatted down giving a guy a blowjob.

I couldn’t see the guy’s face (just his cute, toned butt), as he was turned slightly away, but I definitely recognized the girl—Maggie something or other from my floor. She was a cute blonde girl from somewhere up north (maybe Chicago). I had never talked to her, but I had chatted with her roommate Alison at some point. I had heard Maggie was a bit of a wild, party girl.

She was certainly living up to that reputation, sucking the guy’s cock plain as day right there in the dorm showers. I know this sounds crazy, but it was the first time I’d ever seen an erect penis in person…Much less someone getting a blowjob. I watched as she slurped, licked and engulfed his cock repeatedly, all while jerking it with her hand. She was also fingering herself, moaning deeply as she worked his cock and her near-shaven pussy simultaneously.

I watched her for about 30 seconds before Maggie noticed me. When she did, I was like a deer in the headlights. I nearly fumbled my shower caddy before recovering at the last second to keep the contents from spilling all over the tile floor. Maggie pulled off Mavişehir Escort his cock momentarily and smiled at me—completely unapologetic and unashamed as she kissed the tip of his penis. As she went right back to sucking him, I shuffled into the stall and turned on the water.

I don’t know why I didn’t just abort mission right then and there and go back to my room, but I think I was just in shock. I was so frazzled that I turned on the water while I was underneath the spout, completely drenching my robe and towel with cold water. I stepped to the side and quickly disrobed as the water heated up. Standing there naked, I realized how vulnerable I felt with a boy only a few stalls over. Why hadn’t I just left?

I pulled the shower curtain as wide as possible, trying to cover any sliver of opening in the stall on either end as I waited for the shower to warm up. My nipples were hard and tingling, poking out from my DD breasts. I didn’t like how big my boobs were, and I often tried to hide them under my bulky clothes, but my mother always told me I shouldn’t forsake my blessings.

I stepped into the lukewarm stream to try to slow my heartrate down. Even over the sound of the shower, I could hear the audible noise of Maggie’s lips slurping up and down his cock, and some appreciative low groans from him. I couldn’t get the image of her blowing him out of my mind.

At some point, as I started to soap up, Maggie and the boy had reversed positions. I heard her moaning loudly, and talking dirty to him as I continued to rub suds all over my body. “Ohhh baby!” Maggie sighed loudly. “Eat my pussy just like that—ohhh that feels so fucking good! Ohhhh yes! Oh your mouth feels so good!”

Maggie clearly knew I was in there at this point, so it was interesting to me that she was making absolutely no efforts to conceal their activities. If anything, she seemed to be broadcasting them; Menderes Escort almost putting on a show for my benefit. I found myself oddly turned on; my nipples were even harder, my pussy was begging to be touched…

As Maggie continued to hiss and moan, I impulsively slipped my hand down between my legs; my fingers traversing my comparatively unkempt pubic hair and caressing the soft, tender lips of my sex. I bit my lip to silence my moans, but the pleasure was undeniable.

Maggie moaned even louder as she started to cum, announcing her orgasm to me. “OHHH, OHHH I’M CUMMING—DON’T STOP! OHHHH YES! OHH YES! OH I’M CUMMING SO FUCKING HARD!” As she continued to moan, I continued to play with myself, quickly approaching my own orgasm.

I was biting my lip trying to conceal my pleasure as Maggie quit moaning. I could hear them both giggling (and, perhaps, a butt slap—though I’m unclear who did the slapping…).

“Mmmm put that big dick inside me,” Maggie finally hissed. “MMmmmm yes!” I could immediately hear the sound of their wet bodies slapping together with every thrust. “Mmmm I’m gonna cum so hard on your cock!” Maggie moaned.

I don’t know if I had just reached my end, or whether something about those words just did it for me, but I came right then and there. I didn’t make a peep, but I nearly busted my lip from biting down on it so hard. “Ohh! OHHHh! Fuck me harder!” Maggie wailed. My own body shook as I grabbed the side rail for stability.

As my orgasm came and went, Maggie continued to moan loudly (and, indeed, announced that she was going to cum again). I decided I needed to get out of there before they finished (even though I hadn’t even washed my hair). I turned off the water and gathered my things, putting on my still-wet towel and robe before exiting. Naturally, I couldn’t help but glance over at them as I left, getting a perfect view of Maggie bent over in the shower getting fucked from behind.

That night, back in my room, I fingered myself until I came again and again. I just kept imagining it was me getting my pussy eaten out in the shower, or getting bent over and fucked from behind. It was at that moment that I realized my sexuality had been bottled up all this time, and I needed to release it.