Chapter 1: My Boyfriend Michael

A common questions for me is where guys can find girls like me. By “like me”, I assume they mean a girl who puts out on the first date. Most guys are surprised by my answer - church! There is something about a girl who is a little naughty in church that seems to appeal to guys and I find it fun as well. I have always been active I my church and at school I attend a local church where I help with the youth group. A lot of the students attend this church as well as a number of single guys from town who I suspect are attracted more by the abundance of 18 to 21 year-old girls than the quality of the religious services. During my high school years, I had met most of my boyfriends at church and we had a bit of fun more than once during services!

The school I attend is a private religious university. Although it is coed, anything sexual in nature or even suggestive is expressly forbidden and even as a senior I am forbidden to have guys in my on-campus apartment. Early in my senior year I met Michael at church. He was a year older than me and worked for a local company. He was actually British and assigned here as part of an internship for young employees though to have high potential. To make a long story short, I learned on our first time out together that while he may or may have not been a business whiz, he DID have a nice cock ... and he knew how to use it.

For Michael I think I was a bit of an enigma to him at first. I don’t know what girls are like in the UK, but apparently I was rather unique in that I was quite forward with him. The first time I told him I wanted him to fuck me, his jaw almost hit the floor. It wasn’t that he didn’t WANT to fuck me, it was just that he’d never had a girl come right out and ASK him before. After the initial shock, he seemed to enjoy it when I talked dirty to him and generally acted like a slut. After our first “date”, if you call going out for lunch and then straight to his apartment for sex a “date”, we’d gone out a number of times. For me, it was great since one of the things I find hardest to adapt to after being home for the summer is the lack of sex at school. I’ve been fortunate enough in the past to have had a bisexual roomie my freshman year and one at least not afraid to masturbate in front of me my junior year. Unfortunately, this year was more like my sophomore year when my roomie was not into breaking the rules regarding sex. Having Michael available as a “relief valve” for my needs was an unexpected pleasure that I’d not expected to have when I started my senior year!

Michael would take me out to dinner, movies, and such but our evenings ALWAYS ended up about the same no matter how they started - with his hard cock in my mouth and/or pussy. I liked Michael and he was a decent person but not my type so far as an emotional boyfriend attachment was concerned. The plain facts were that he as available for me about anytime I wanted him to be and he was adequate enough in terms of sexual technique to satisfy me.

Michael confessed to me once after an especially hot night of sex that he had never met a girl quite like me, at least one that wasn’t a whore and just playing out a fantasy for him. I tried to explain to him that most girls loved sex as much as I did but in a way it was sort of like the problem guys have - they’re afraid to go out and just ask for it. It’s not that they’re afraid of rejection - what boy would ever say no to a girl asking for sex? Instead, most girls worry about their reputations whereas I thought it was pretty cool to know that people who knew me called me a slut - often to my face. Of course, at school I never let on to what Michael and I did as it would have gotten me expelled.