Queenzray808
Married Taboo Dude
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She sounds amazing, please provide her Facebook link so I can check her out..In college, there was a girl who lived on my floor. She was beautiful, wore her hair short, but not butchy and had enormous breasts. The guys in our dorm called her Jenny with the big tits. It was objectifying, but it was true. They were big.
But more than big tits, she was fun and kind. Several guys tried to get with her; some succeeded, and others didn’t. My problem was that those who succeeded were not worthy of her, and those who didn’t were better choices.
We were attending a dorm party and were more than a little drunk. She lost her room key, and getting keyed in by the RA after hours meant getting a charged fee; I invited her to stay in my room.
When we got back to my room, I offered her a T-shirt to wear. I had seen her nearly naked before in the showers, but when she took off her top and her bra, I felt the adventurous side of me come alive. She looked at me and took her time putting on the T-shirt (a Springsteen concert shirt I got in Scranton). We got in bed and talked, and then I felt her hand on my thigh. I got a little freaked out. I’ve been with women since, but at that time, I had not. I also wasn’t sure that was her intention. I’m unsure if I reacted right and quickly excused myself to go pee.
When I returned, she was leaving (still wearing my T-shirt) and holding her clothing. She had decided to pay the key charge and was going to her room to be keyed in. She thanked me for being so kind. It was awkward, and I felt terrible for having balked.
The next day, we were fine. She dropped off my T-shirt, gave me a genial hug, and that was it.
Two weeks later, I was sound asleep when I heard a gentle knock at my door. I opened it, and it was Jenn. She looked great and wanted to hang out and continue our conversation from our last time together. It was three in the morning, and I was so tired that I told her I needed to get back to sleep.
I hit the bed and suddenly realized this was a booty call. I was getting a second chance.
I tossed on my robe and looked for her, but she must have gone to her room. This was before text messaging, so getting to her meant knocking on her door or calling her landline. Either way, it meant waking her nosy roommate, which would raise eyebrows. I went back to my room alone and frustrated.
I was too wound up to get back to sleep, so I lay on the bed, imagining what might have happened if I had let her in. I took the Springsteen T-shirt off the laundry pile and put it on. It smelled of her. I lay on the bed and imagined I had let her into the room.
In this fantasy, she moved toward me, embraced me with a deep kiss, and then took off her top and crawled into my bed, inviting me to join her. She holds up her large breasts to coax me to her side. I don’t need to go into more detail, but this has been my go-to masturbation fantasy for over 20 years.
I’ve masturbated to memories of actual sexual encounters that were fun and intense, but this is my only fantasy, the girl I let get away.
I friended her on Facebook. She’s the principal of a junior high school in Rhode Island. She still looks great, so I’ve updated my memory banks, aging her to my current age, and continuing the fantasy.