It is kind of hard to find the right place to start, but I guess one has to start somewhere. My name is Megan Williams and this is the story about how everything changed for me last Christmas break.
I suppose I should get the basic information out of the way. I am nineteen years old and currently enjoying my freshman year of college. I have a very loving if slightly inattentive family. My father is a cardiologist and my mother is an elementary school teacher. I guess you could say that I was born with a silver spoon in my mouth, but I try my best not to be a spoiled brat. My younger brother, Ian, is a senior in high school and somewhat of a prototypical jock. As far as my family situation goes, I think that I am pretty blessed.
As far as my physical traits go, I have been told by several men that I am, "one fine piece of ass." I don't like such crude terms, but I think that I am kind of cute and possesses the assets that most men desire. Being a cheerleader also helps the cliché fantasy factor quite a bit. For the record, I am five foot four and weigh one hundred and twelve pounds. I have medium length blond hair and blue eyes. I also will take a moment to point out that I am a bit of a fashion victim. If Abercrombie and Fitch sell it, I probably own it or it's on back order.
I bet you are thinking that I am a typical air head cheerleader, that is were you would be only half right. I know that there are roles in society that we fall into. I think about them all the time. I try my best to see alternative points of view and do my best to break the bonds cast upon me by the overseers of social order. Once again in the spirit of honesty, part of me likes being the perfect blond cheerleader.
Now that introductions are out of the way, let's get to the reason whey we are here. My first semester at the university was just coming to an end and I was basking in the thoughts of seeing my boyfriend, Ryan, again. Ryan and I were going through some tough times during my first semester away and I knew that a surprise visit would be the perfect remedy.
Ryan had always seemed to slack in the ambition department. He decided that taking some time off between graduation and college would be beneficial too him. I felt more that just a little disappointed when he broke the news to me. He said that working for his father at the auto dealership would give him valuable experience that would help him in business school. I knew that he would take advantage of his dad and spend most of the time getting stoned and screwing around with his slacker posse of friends. My best friend, Lisa, says that I have a terrible sentimental attachment to Ryan due to the fact that he is my first serious boyfriend and that our best moments together are long gone.
Let me take a moment to bring up my adventurous id of a best friend, Lisa. Lisa and I complete opposites. She is a painfully outspoken girl with dramatically gothic tendencies. How did two diametrically opposed people become best friends you ask? The truth is, I'm really not sure. We were assigned seats next to each other in first grade and pretty much have been inseparable ever since. Lisa also has a theory that I am afraid to experiment and try anything new. She says that it is evident in my slavish devotion to one brand name of clothes, and my refusal to move on from the pathetic excuse for a man that I gave away my virginity too.
My mother, Lynn, was instrumental in securing me an early plane ticket home while playing interference with Ryan. While I was waiting for my baggage at the airport Ryan called me on my mobile phone and I had to tell a fib and claim that I was still at school. I felt a little horny at the sound of his voice and began to develop the perfect seduction plot in my mind. I had a nice home cooked meal with my family and was happy in the fact that not much had changed in my little hometown. I enjoyed a nice hot bath and spent some time grooming myself into a clean shaven sex kitten. Ryan was very fond of a bare pussy and I didn't have time to get myself to the salon for a proper waxing session. The weather had been, according to my mother, unseasonably warm, so I picked out my shortest frayed denim miniskirt a flimsy white sweater and some sexy sandals that barely covered my tiny feet and laid them out for the next day.
The next morning I woke up feeling tremendously aroused. It took all my willpower to keep me from touching my newly shorn pussy. I sat around in a bathrobe for most of the morning and watched some cheesy talk shows while having a modest breakfast. Thoughts of sex filled my brain as I got dressed. I felt pretty bold and decided not to wear a bra or any panties. The sheer white sweater barely concealed my pert pink nipples and my miniskirt was so mini, than any slight bend would certainly expose my ass and possibly more.
My trusty blue Acura was waiting for me in the garage and I began my journey towards sexual fulfillment. I pulled out of the driveway and noticed that the sky was beginning to become grey and wind was starting to pick up. My mind must have been in a sexual haze because I didn't even pause to go inside and pick up a jacket. After a few miles I could feel the tingling in my pussy start to reach critical mass. I needed to be fucked in the worst way. It was a feeling that I had never felt quite so acutely until that day. Lisa would definitely be proud of my brazen sexual urges; she would only be disappointed that Ryan was going to benefit from them.
As I turned towards Ryan's house a noticed a familiar blue Volkswagen bug parked in the driveway. It took me a moment but I realized that it belonged to Amber Jennings; it was at that moment I felt like was going to be ill. As if on queue the front door opened up and out walked Amber and Ryan. I did my best to park a safe distance away, but close enough to confirm my worst nightmare. Amber had obvious "fuck hair" and she was wearing an oversized sweatshirt that belonged to Ryan. They stood outside near her car for a few moments before Amber sealed my fate. She moved towards him and they began making out right in front of god and the neighborhood.
The next few details are sketchy and may be slightly embellished. I swear that she began fondling his cock through his sweat pants. My mind went blank as I put the car in gear and pulled into Ryan's driveway. I leapt out of the car and slapped Amber across the face. The look on Ryan's face will stay in mind forever. I think that he even let out a tiny scream when he saw me. Amber looked like a deer caught in headlights. My hand stung from the slap that I delivered across her pudgy face. It was at that moment that I realized that I had just wasted three years of my life and that Lisa had been right the entire time. I suddenly felt embarrassed that I had even wasted the energy to slap Amber. All I could hear as I got back into my car was Ryan pleading for me to come back.
Flakes of snow started to fall against my windshield as I sped away from Ryan's house. I swerved all over the road as I reached for my cell phone on the passenger's seat. I had a moment of clarity and decided to pull into convenience store parking lot. I instinctively dialed Lisa's number as the tears ran down my cheeks and smeared my make up. I also became acutely aware that I was sans any underwear. I felt like a complete idiot. After a few rings I heard Lisa's voice answer the phone. It took her a few moments to realize that the sobbing fool on the other end of the phone was me.
"What's wrong sweetie?" She said.
"Can I come over?" I asked.
"Of course you can. What happened?" She asked.
"I caught that stupid asshole Ryan with Amber Jennings!" I blurted out.
"Ok, you really have to come over now!" Lisa said.
"Ok, I'm coming straight over." I said.
"Be careful driving. The snow is really coming down and the roads are starting to ice up, not to mention your emotional condition." Lisa said.
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