Chapter 1: Too Horny to Wait

After breaking up with Michael, for the rest of the first semester of my senior year it was just me and my fingers when it came to sex. Of course Thanksgiving Break provided some “relief” but in a way it only intensified my feelings when I was back alone in my apartment. Not for the first (or last) time, I found myself wishing that my roomie Ali was into girls! God she was so hot! Seeing her stark naked while she was dressing or even just being close enough to smell her drove me nuts!

Finally the end of the semester arrived. Finals were over and everyone was just packing and having fun, anticipating our return home the next day for Christmas Break. By the way, I attend a Christian university so yes, we call it Christmas Break and not Winter Break! Ali was out in the living area with some of my other apartment roomies. Our on-campus apartments had three bedrooms with two girls in each that shared a common living area and kitchen.

Until a few minutes before, I’d been out there right along with them, laughing about the events of the past semester and talking about our plans for the upcoming break. Of course, I never told them about my REAL plans - how I fully expected to be fucked the minute I got home not to mention as often as possible after that! Although I may not have been saying it aloud, the thoughts were certainly filling my mind, making me so damn horny until finally I couldn’t take it anymore and excused myself to go to the bathroom.

No sooner had I shut the door behind me than I was yanking down my jeans and taking a seat. Actually, I DID have to pee but that wasn’t my primary reason for being here. I quickly finished THAT business and my finger was on my clit before the toilet was half done flushing. I almost cried out as it was like I was applying an electric shock to my clit instead of just a fingertip. God I was SO incredibly horny, it was like I was going to burst. As I used one hand to play with my clit, I took the other and shoved a finger up my already soaking wet pussy. I wanted, NEEDED, a hard dick in me more than anything and as good as my finger felt up in me, it just wasn’t the same.

Normally no matter how horny I am, masturbation settles me down and allows me to stay in control, even if not satisfied. Not tonight. My heart was racing and it was almost like I was having an anxiety attack as my breathing quickened into fast, short breathes and my pussy felt like it was going to jump out of my body at any moment. Sucking on my fingers, I could smell and taste my pussy and I dreamed of sucking my dad’s cock with my pussy cum all over it.

That was it. Last straw. I simply HAD to have a dick and there was no way I was going to make it until tomorrow without having a nervous breakdown. You would think after all the weeks without getting any that I would be able to hold out for just twelve more hours but that wasn’t the case, not by a long shot. Now I can say I really do understand how a cigarette smoker feels when she hasn’t been able to smoke for a while, or a drug addict waiting for her next fix. In MY case, my “fix” was sex and if I didn’t get some, and get it quick, I might do something stupid like attack Ali! As incredibly hot as the idea made me, I still had enough common sense left to know she was off-limits. Indeed, anyone at school was out of bounds for me, male or female. Sex was grounds for expulsion and as much as I wanted it, I wasn’t about to get expelled with just one semester to go!

Soooooo ... the only question was where to find a willing dick? Well the obvious answer was below the waist of some guy so all I had to do was find a guy willing to fuck me. THAT wasn’t difficult for me to find, just as it isn’t for any girl who is really serious about getting laid. What WAS difficult was finding someone who was discreet and wouldn’t come looking for more later. I didn’t want a boyfriend or a date, I just wanted a guy to take me and fuck me like there was no tomorrow - and never talk about it later with his friends!