Roger and I met when we were in our first year of college. To me it was as if an angel sent him to me, and it was love at first sight. I was so sure he was the man I'd wed, that on our first date, as soon as he touched my breasts I actually had a slight orgasm, quickly followed by me softly telling him, "Yessss, Roger, Take me..."
But as he started to drive his prick in my pussy, realizing I was a virgin, he stopped and asked, "Tiffany are you sure you want to give your virginity away this easily?"
"An angel told me Roger, we will wed after college."
Thinking back on that now, he must have thought I was about the nuttiest girl in school, but he fucked me, wow, did he ever fuck me. After he ravished my body half the night, Roger told me I was not his first girl. Well I may have been young, inexperienced and naive but I did not need to be told that, any fool could have figured that out, simply because of his expertise. Our relationship was fabulous and Roger could never seem to get enough of me, nor could I get enough of him, we took to needing to fuck or me giving him oral sex so often it really didn't matter where we were, and got caught any number of times, on an elevator, empty class room...it didn't seem to matter, when the urge hit either one of us, the name of the game was fuck, and that's what we did. I was like a kid with a new toy, while Roger was taking advantage of an easy and very willing piece of ass, I was on the pill, as well as Roger using condoms...this little girl could not have been any happier.
I studied History, had a full scholarship aiming for teaching in a college. Roger was on an athletic scholarship, U of Cal, Berkley. All through college I was so proud that I had my man, and we'd wed as soon as we were out, but how it happened, did he know all along, but enjoyed fucking me too much to call it off...WHAT...I have no idea, except I witnessed a 180 degree change in him the day after graduation, so naturally I asked, "Roger, why are you acting so...well so...indifferent."
"Tiffany, I have a confession to make. You thought we'd had a great affair going on, perfect in every way, well baby...once I got into the swing of things here at Berkley, I couldn't keep the women off me. All those night classes I took, they were dates with other girls."
Thinking more of common sense than my pride, I simply told Roger, "All right, now that you've gotten it out of your system why can we not continue as planned?"
"My god Tiffany. Don't you have any pride, the man who you have stayed true to for the past 4 years has just told you he never did, aren't you hurt?"
My mind was in a whirl, what was my love trying to do to me, purposely hurt me by asking these things; as tears come to my eyes I replied, "Well naturally, I'm hurt, crushed is an even better term, but after sacrificing four years of our lives, is it not better to go on from here rather than discard all the past love and passion we've given one another."
"Well fuck, you just don't get it, I'll be out of here by tomorrow afternoon, have a nice life."
With that, not giving me time to reply, Roger walked out of our apartment...but more importantly...out of my life. Looking back now I still wonder why I didn't come apart screaming my loss to God and His Angels, they brought us together now they were allowing Roger to do this to me. I'd never considered myself to be religious but this took whatever belief in a benevolent God I may have had...and killed it.
My parents had seen to it we had a nice apartment to live in together, so at least Roger was right there; he moved out, and I was left alone. This was just not the right time for something like this to happen, as if there was a time for terrible occurrences as this to happen to any one. I had the summer to fully recover before my next jump in college began, because if I wanted to teach History on a college level I must have my Ph.D. so I had at least two long difficult years ahead of me.
As soon as mom and daddy found out they were here to comfort their darling, overly spoiled daughter, and surprisingly it all worked; by fall semester I was ready to face the world and its pitfalls.
A little about Tiffany Ann Van Dyke; only child to Henry and Ann Marie Van Dyke, Henry a college professor, head of the History dept. in U of Cal, Berkley. Ann Marie an art history instructor there, so Tiffany's intelligence comes naturally. I love both my daddy and mom so very much and know whatever they tell me has more truth to it than the gospels from the world's best selling book. I'm kind of a child like looking young woman, only 4-10 barely 70 lbs, a neat little darn near perfect figure, long glowing brilliant blond hair, green eyes, full inviting lips, a gorgeous face, and enough arrogance to easily turn others off, especially if they do not wait to see most of my arrogance is phony, to cover my terrible feelings of insecurity, for being so tiny, although truly adorably irresistible; little and actually frightened of my own shadow.
Because of my brilliance I did make friends easily; many needed assistance in classes and I was always ready to help anyone who was serious about needing help, and that's how I met Cleo.
Haaaa, Cleo, the most inviting sensuously delicious young woman I'd met to date. Even though I had no feelings toward lesbianism she got me wet. Just seeing her dressed, as she called it, for seduction. Cleo could easily seduce God's Angels out of heaven and fuck them blind. She was daring, provocative, brazen, forcefully, almost dominant...toward me. I knew those poor males out there were in for the unhappiest surprise of their stupid existence, to quote Cleo; for she had no respect for the male species and knew they were all a bunch of chauvinistic, empty headed pushovers who could be seduced and fucked by simply the fluttering of long eyelashes; come in low, strong and forceful, hit them hard and before they can recover...seduce what they have for a mind, especially since they carry it between their legs. Cleo was my instructor when it came to me learning about dating men.
In my first year of grad school, shortly after classes began we met, hit it off great and were going out looking to crush male egos within a month of meeting. I honestly think, looking back now, she was getting a kick out of my innocence, and really just humoring me. But I didn't care because I learned to be independent, strong and openly sensuous around men. On our first venture we were sitting at the bar in this club, trying to look as provocative as possible, when this man approached us and asked, "Ladies, you look far too inviting to sit here alone, please join my friend Hank, and I right over there."
He pointed. I followed where, and saw another Adonis easily as great looking as he was. Then he said, "I'm Phil..." Looking deeply into my eyes, trying to sound overly inviting he asked, "And you...my precious little doll, are..."
Giving him the look Cleo taught me, I softly replied, "Tiffany, my friend is Cleo."
Taking my hand he kissed it as he said, "Tiffany, a name from the angels..."
I glanced at Cleo and she was thinking the same as I was: his fucking had got to be better than his line or we were wasting our time.
So Cleo spoke up, "Phil, is it, you're wasting your time, I'm this little doll's mistress, now get lost."
After he was gone I asked, "What do you mean you're my mistress, mistress of what?"
Tenderly looking into my eyes Cleo asked, "Do you trust me Tiffany?"
"You know I do."
"Then let's leave, there is something I must tell you."
As I drove us back to our dorm room I wondered why we went out, and why we were going back so early. But I didn't need to wonder long, because after we were in our rooms, Cleo lit us cigarettes, sat close to me, acting so weird as she took a few drags from her cigarette, then looked directly into my eyes and before I had time to react, Cleo's lips were pressed against mine, her tongue parted my lips and explored inside my mouth. She was holding me so tightly, her hand moving around my breasts, and I was frozen with surprise, fear, and strangely enough desire...me...desirous toward Cleo, another young woman.
Pulling away, I rather unconvincingly said, "No, Cleo, I am not a lesbian, I do..."
Cleo's lips pressed against mine, stopped what I was saying; this kiss I leaned into and returned, wrapping my arms around her, fighting off becoming so orgasmic I would not be able to control my desires. It had been so long since Roger left me, and I was so hard up for a piece of ass; right now I was not caring if it was Cleo's ass or a man's. My brain was screaming, it wanted sexual satisfaction, and now, my pussy was contracting and relaxing almost in time with my breathing. Then as if it came from someone else, I screamed, "Cleo...please...oh, my god, please Cleo..."
She dug her fingers in my pussy, and I exploded in the most dynamic orgasm of my young life. I fell away from her hyperventilating, dizzy, feeling like I was about to pass out, crying softly, but holding on to Cleo as if she was my very life, until I fainted.
Waking up to Cleo's lips pressed against mine, she asked, "Are you alright baby...you fainted."
"You barely touched me and I came, such an explosive climax...Cleo, I feel whipped."
"Have you ever had one as strong before?"
"Not even close, my orgasms have always been weak and really not that exciting...but this...oh, Cleo, possibly I am a lesbian."
Cleo smiled, then told me, "We're going to sleep now, but remember darling you owe me big time."
"And I'm going to take great pleasure in repaying you, Cleo darling."
Some time later I awakened and seeing Cleo nude lying next to me, I lost all pride and slipped between her legs and began giving her what I enjoyed, tonguing her clit as I found and worked on her G spot, adding a few fingers from my other hand in her asshole, and as she woke she had such a dynamically explosive orgasm, she burst out crying, held me close, sobbing all over me, and soon asked, "You'll submit to being my submissive little slut will you not?"
Cleo's orgasm and extreme excitement having given me another climatic orgasm, I weakly replied, "I don't know what you're talking about but if it entails us having pleasurable sex like this, I'll agree to anything."