College Girl, Virgin, Explosive Sex,
You get used to being overlooked. You don't like it, but pretend it doesn't bother you. Some of the reasons for being perpetually overlooked belong to you, and others are the perceptions of others.
You are average height and not skinny or plump, but you believe you don't have that one feature that draws any guy's eyes to look at you: not your light blue eyes or your fair hair — even in a ponytail.
Clothes always looked daggy on you, even quality jeans won't for some reason ever define your rear cheeks — as well — as well — cut jeans are meant to make all girl's arse attractive and help with the message from behind: the one most girls secretly like: Hi guys, this is my butt.
I mean, I never got any looks when I entered a room. I never overheard a compliment as I left a room. I was pissed off, too, because usually, when you feel you missed out on the looks, at least you had the brains, and you could feel superior to the guys ignoring you.
No, my grade point average was, you guessed it, middling.
You know you really are average when your mum splashes out money she can't afford on a designer dress for a college social. The dress is very silky pretty, but no one notices the girl in the dress or the dress in the end, and you remain a wallflower all evening.
Nothing to smile about. The girl without a smile.
I tried the tight T-shirt look in my final college term, but it never did anything for my hidden figure. My breasts were just there. I knew that, but it hurt, as guys looked straight through me, to short skirts and chesty nippled girls, front on or in profile, and you guessed it, standing right next to me.
Oh, I had plenty of girlfriends; you do when they don't see you as competition or, even better, when your presence makes them stand out.
Your friend's boyfriends irk you.
You hear the boys whisper to their girls: 'What's-her- name; again?'
I'm the universal Plain Jane, paying for some karma in a previous existence, as my name is Jane. The Jane-Doe you brush past without apologising to in a college hallway. The forever faceless girl you impatiently sidestep with no backward glance in your rush to the subway.
The formless female body squeezed back like a featureless mannequin — as you and another guy in front of me make room in an already crowded elevator for a gorgeous woman in a tight-fitting, shapely dress.
I'm never selected first or last when picking teams for sports or games. I'm middle of the road. The dime in the dozen. Less memorable than your coffee change. The humdrum girl. The forever, so-so lass.
External validation is gratification. I craved acceptance. Well, more. As a girl, I wanted to be filled, and you know where, and it was, as usual, my fingers alone that always eased the pressure between my deprived boy, shy virgin thighs.
So, college ended, and I was one of only a handful of dateless girls at the final dance. Hopes and dreams were dashed on the most important night of a young eighteen-year-old woman's life: the College Formal.
Soul crushed and smile slaying.
However, with my mum pushing me, I volunteer as a cabin leader at a summer camp for underprivileged kids before my first semester at Uni. At the first team meeting, it is here that you realise you have nothing to gripe about. You get to support kids with genuinely tricky life experiences; some are in the challenging lane.
You finally get beyond your average University entrance score and realise being accepted for nursing is a good career option for yourself and to help others. You, too, at least have all the average niceties of life around you at home, plus a caring single mum who tries hard and is there for you.
The team leader meeting is in the main hall by the lakeside venue the day before the children arrive. You have jeans and a sloppy rugby top on. You sit in the middle of the back row of three semi-circles of chairs. The chairs in front of you fill, and guys chat up girls next to them, and girls flirt with the guys seated near them, and no one joins you in the back row.
Yeah, another typical invisible Jane day is starting.
You wistfully watch clean-cut guys seeking and seated next to nice-looking girls.
The camp leadership triumvirate arrives, shares sheets, and starts going through the procedures and routines for tomorrow, when we will meet and greet the young campers. Then, they outline the whole seven-day activity program for the camp. You are listening intently, adding notes in the margins, when there is a guy on your left and a guy on your right.
This is not you.
The guy on the left is a hunk with an athletic build, and he leans in to share the information sheet being explained. He asks to share, and in doing so, in the same instance, he looks into your eyes for the okay.
I sunbeam; the okay.
The guy on your right is tall and goose bump handsome, dressed like an outdoors model, straight out of a designer marketing commercial, and he too leans right into your space from the other side, holding the edge of the sheets and following the speaker.
This guy seeks your eyes, as fingers brush on the edge of shared paper; he softly apologises and watches for your assurance that he's not making you uncomfortable.
Hell no, I hold the sheets firm near his fingers and smile back, exposing in its broadness my happy heart.
You are overwhelmed by the presence of dual fresh breath testosterone.
You try to calm yourself by telling yourself they are only close because they are late and have no sheets of their own. They won't even ask your name when this briefing is over.
Well, surprise, surprise.
They do ask your name and chat over morning coffee and biscuits at the break, and as the group re-sits and they have copies of the guidelines for hut leaders, they pin you in between themselves.
You smile like you have never smiled in your life.
Athletic Jonas smiles back and adds, "Great smile, Jane."
Tall Felix with the cute eye drawing chest hair on your right adds, "Wow, the kids are going to like you; infectious smile, Jane."
Two compliments and nothing average about them. I was bloody beaming.
Over the lunch break BBQ, they hung close to me and listened to me, their eyes full of your new near-permanent smile.
You glance around occasionally; you notice other girls and even guys around the lawn, looking at your group.
You think it's the guys they are looking at.
No, it is you, your smile; they smile; they like you; without having met you and your smile, they seem to think that your smile suggests that you deserve the guy's attention with your glowing face.
Jonas and Felix were a pair of senior camp leaders and jointly led the activities as we divided after lunch into peer support practice games. They selected me for their group — first. The afternoon breezed away. I had fun and was fun to be with.
There was a break before dinner, and Jonas very forwardly invited me for a walk down to the lake. There was a very narrow but fine, shingly beach. I enjoyed the pebble crunch under my joggers and the unevenness as Jonas offered a supporting arm.
He guided me up a nearly hidden track towards the end of the shingles, which opened into a sunny grassed glade. The sun was on my face, and I was luxuriating in close male presence as Jonas took my face in his hands and got his tongue flexing into my mouth.
My passionate response was pure lust.
My hand groped around his man package through his tight jeans. He liked it. I loved it. First kiss, first cock touch in basically the same instance.
His hand was under my sloppy rugby top, and my bra was no defence against his flexible, awesome fingers. Hell, all my defences were down. I was body-captured already.
His fingers found my nipple and rubbed it into a frenzy of compelling need and shaped my seemingly lumpy breast softness with a series of sensational caresses. Jonas knew what he was doing, and I liked that.
I just kept massaging his firm cock, now straining trapped in his jeans, as he deftly removed my top and bra, letting my self-conscious undefined mounds flop out, but jeez, my nipples felt so hard.
"Wow," he said as he first tweaked and sucked my nipples.
I had never thought them guy attracting. Maybe they were, or he just knew all about building girly bodily self-esteem into hot, raging sex.
My jeans and panties were no block against his skilful hands. Hell, I was helping to wriggle my gear off. I needed his touch. Wanted his touch. I grabbed his hand and directed his touch right over my demanding pussy.
My, did it feel good, another hand, not my own, on my girly goodies.
"You are so beautifully wet between your silky lips," was all he said.
Practised verbal foreplay or sincere compliments, I didn't give a care as long as his fingers kept fondling and steadily feeling me up. My furry inner thigh mitten was soppy so quickly.
It was divine, pure pleasure as he went down on me. 'Plain Jane', Moi, was getting the right regal treatment under the cover of her hairy pelt.
Jonas knew where to put his tongue.
Did he know what to do with his tongue…yes…yes…yes.
I was pushing my clit into his hard-working tongue tip. Moaning softly.
He paused momentarily, looked up and asked," Jane…do you like that?"
"Mmm," I said, "Please don't stop."
And Jonas got busy, flicking, sucking and nibbling around my sensitive bits.
When his finger went up my arse, I didn't even process it beyond; it felt great, and I left it there.
I wanted his cock in me. I needed cock immediately.
He sensed my need and had me down on the lush, springy grass and was positioning himself on top of me, I thought, but he raised my lower body towards him, arching me back and in he went deep and fast.
It was sensational. I could see his cock working piston fast in my bushiness. God, I was entirely a woman.
I was so in the moment I shut my eyes. I was utterly cock happy. I was blissfully secure in the belief I would cum and cum fast.
There was suddenly also a cock over my lips. I didn't open my eyes. There was Jonas' cock in my pussy. I opened my lips, savouring the taste and girth of my first pecker in between my sweet lips. I sucked and worked the sensationally hard flesh into my mouth.
I sensed it was Felix.
Well, if it wasn't Felix, I actually didn't give a fuck. There I was cockless in life until about ten minutes ago, and now I had two.
The karma in my life was taking a turn in the right direction.
Jonas eased me up, and I opened my eyes. I was one smiling, happy girl.
Double, erect cock in my vision.
But not for long. Felix was under me as Jonas placed me over him.
Fuck Felix had a fat cock.
I mean, I felt full and amazingly satisfied as he pumped into me. I started grinding down onto his pubic bone. He raised my body so my pussy was only over the tip of his cock, and then he let me free plunge down.
I understood what to do and rode him.
This was made all the more sensational by Jonas fingering my butt hole and then licking around my rim. God, it felt good. I didn't know where to concentrate. But my body took it all in. It caved into the pleasure rippling through me.
"Jane…I want to fuck your arse…is that okay," said Jonas.
"Mmm," and I nodded; I was so frickin engaged with Felix's cock and my so satisfied coochie I couldn't contemplate the pleasure gradient rising any higher as my definitive orgasm was approaching.
OMG — any sense of self-pleasure, any new limits of pleasure I was experiencing in being fucked and having my arse rimmed, as memory-defining as they always would be, the word average disappeared from my vocab as Jonas stuck his pecker in my back crack.
I was full beyond full.
I could feel dick in me everywhere. Shaping my pussy and stretching my arsehole. The thin partition of skin between them was so sensitive. So taut, just what was keeping their cocks apart in me?
I was pushing and gyrating and moaning. The guys were both thrusting and filling me with amazing male energy. It was very intense. It was above what a girl should experience in sex the first time. But hey, I took it all, wanted it all and demanded it all.
God knows what I looked like with my arse up in the air, being pumped by cock from behind and fed by cock from below.
It was me, and I'm glad it was me.
I came like a frickin bursting Roman candle, pleasure filling my cavities and rupturing in throbs through me. I was ignited into pure self, expanding through self and out of myself.
The layers of pleasure overlapped and spread everywhere in me like a fanning comet tail, then concentrated like a bright comet head back around my anus and my clit.
I felt Jonas's cock tense and clench in my arse. I heard Felix's groan of pleasure as his pecker fired his load into me.
Geez, I was clammy and sticky — tacky, gooey and oozy around my seemingly paired, fully satisfied holes.
And the smile on my face. Well, it just kept expanding.
"Awesome, Jane," said Felix.
"Exceptional, Jane," said Jonas.
We are all in pursuit of regular sexual pleasure and are happiest when someone joins us for a while along the way. Maybe it's random, perhaps it is luck or spur of the moment, but I knew now it always started with a smile.
Nothing was average about my energy with the kids in my activity groups throughout the camp week.
Likewise, nothing was middling or ordinary as Jonas and Felix kept surprising me and all my senses with — explosive threesome sex in our spare moments — in every second, not one average instant ever.