Chapter 1

Marissa Bernal was just an ordinary girl. She was bright and beautiful in her own way. Being only 20 years old and on her own, she was glad that she didn't have to put with her family always ragging on her to make friends and be more social.

The first year of college had been hell since she had to go to a junior college in her hometown. Luckily because she was smart, she managed to get a transfer scholarship to a college 200 miles away from home. Finally freedom.

The only bad thing about being so far way was that she didn't have any friends. Being alone in a huge city could bring someone down. She also realized she was slacking off in school a bit because she'd stay up watching old movies late at night instead of doing her schoolwork.

Last night she'd stayed up watching Gone With The Wind and suddenly realized that she hadn't started on her essay on the famous poems of Robert Frost. She got up immediately that day around noon and rushed over to the library also realizing she'd missed her history class.

As she ran the almost fell and heard some students laugh as she tried to play the whole thing off. Her backpack dangled from her shoulder and she kept running trying to get a hold of the best Robert Frost books before her other classmates would.

A few minutes later, was busy in the school library desperately searching for books of poetry from the famous Robert Frost. She was supposed to do a long essay about one of his poems but had no idea which one to do and lately she procrastinated, waiting until the last minute to finish her work.

As she searched, she heard a small giggle coming from behind a bookshelf. She looked around trying to pin point the laughter. Slowly, she crept closer and closer to the sound and discovered Dylan Fulton with his hands inside of Ashley Thompson's shirt. Dylan was a star quarter back for the college football team and Ashley was the pretty redheaded cheerleader. They made a gorgeous couple of course. Ashley wore her tiny short skirt and a little button up white top. Dylan had his dark slacks and a nice button up shirt on. His big hands were inside of Ashley's top as they made out and she giggled, but not because it was funny, but because she loved Dylan's hands on her tits.

Marissa watched inventively feeling her mouth water. Dylan was a very sexy young man whom she'd always fantasized of sleeping with. Ashley was someone she'd fantasized of being like. Marissa had never really had a boyfriend throughout her teen years. She figured once in college everything would change, but apparently that wasn't the case. Everyone was still in a certain "group;" The jocks, the nerds, the cheerleaders, the troublemakers, and the outcasts. It was high school all over again.

Dylan's moans could be heard very faintly as Ashley rubbed his cock over his pants. Marissa bit her lip wanting so desperately to know what Dylan's cock looked like. She wondered about the size, the color, the taste... mmmmm I bet he's so big and I'd swallow up his cum so good... Marissa was losing herself in her own thoughts.

She watched closely now as Dylan's hands were slowly but virtually picking up Ashley's short skirt revealing her tiny pink, lacey panties. Ashley's eyes were closed and she licked her lips enjoying the pleasure her sexy boyfriend was providing for her. Marissa felt so turned on watching them get it on in a quiet public place. If they acted like this in public, she could only imagine what they did in private!

Dylan started to remove Ashley's panties slowly. She continued to giggle and moan at the same time. Marissa's eyes widen seeing Ashley's shaved pussy exposed. Her heart was racing as Dylan got down on his knees and started to lick Ashley's cunt. Ashley had one leg up on a shelf and the other holding her up while Jimmy flicked his tongue on her clit.

"Oooh fuck yes! Oh baby lick me like that! Yes like that!" She whined softly.

Marissa felt the wetness between her own legs begin to increase. She wanted to touch herself as she watched the two lovers getting it on. She tried her hardest to see Dylan's tongue licking Ashley's clit, or his lips' sucking on it but it was impossible. The only obvious thing was that Dylan had his head buried between Ashley's legs and was soon to make her cum just like Marissa always wanted to cum on a guys' mouth.

"Dylan baby! Oh baby! Yesss! More! Mmmmm I'm gonna c-cum so h-hard!" Ashley kept moaning making Marissa more jealous minute after minute.

"Yes lick her. Lick her good!" Marissa whispered as she rubbed herself.

She kept watching and couldn't get herself to leave them in private. This sexy show they were providing for her better than a porn movie. She reached down and started to run her own pussy over her blue jeans. She wanted to cum at the same time Ashley did, but suddenly, as she moved her hand back and forth, she knocked down a book. Immediately she heard Ashley squeal in fright and put her leg down. Dylan quickly got up and Marissa ran as fast as she could out of the library praying to God that they never saw her.

"Damnit Marissa! You are such an idiot! No wonder you have no boyfriend." Marissa scolded herself.

She headed on to her tiny college apartment, which she was lucky to share with no one since she was a junior this year. She stomped into her apartment feeling frustrated and like a real pervert for having witnessed such an arousing act between man and woman.

She decided to go take a nice long cold shower to cool herself off. It was the same routine every night. She'd go to class, go the library, and come home and watch old movies or just do her homework. It had been almost impossible to make friends in college and therefore she lived a lonely life.

After her shower, Marissa sat on her bed feeling depressed and embarrassed at the same time. She couldn't believe how clumsy she was at times. She sat there brushing her long dark hair in silence. She did long strokes on her hair until if became completely dry.

I need something to get my mind off all this, she thought.

She then remembered her parents had brought over some red wine when she had first started college. They were supposed to have drank it that night celebrating in her apartment, but time was short and they had to leave. Marissa had forgotten all about it until today. She rushed over to her tiny fridge and saw the small red wine bottle. It was a nice tall bottle of dry red wine. She pulled the cork out and began to chug it down.

Marissa was not a heavy drinker. She could barely drink 3 margaritas at times. This time didn't matter though. She wanted to get drunk no matter what. She wanted to forget about all her troubles and her loneliness.

About an hour later the wine was almost completely gone. Marissa lay on her bad with her t-shirt above her waist and pulled her panties down. Images of Dylan and Ashley going at it were still on her mind. She felt so hot and couldn't wait to slide her finger in her pussy and let herself go.

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