Lusting For Sara
It wasn’t easy being a horny little virgin in an all-girl high school. That was a confusing time for me. I was certainly boy crazy and had plenty of opportunities to explore the opposite sex, but I just didn’t want to waste my first time on anyone who wasn’t worthy.
I guess you could say I was a stuck-up little princess. I wasn’t about to let just anyone plunder my perfect body. And so my senior year rolled around and my cherry was still firmly intact. Which is not to say my high-school years were void of sex. There was never a shortage of young studs trying to get up my skirt, and while I enjoyed their attempts, none proved worthy of getting beyond third base. Perhaps it was their pathetic groping that pushed me closer to the fairer sex.
I spent four years immersed in feminine beauty. Everywhere I turned I was surrounded by snotty little rich girls in sexy uniforms. It’s no wonder my heterosexual fantasies were interrupted by dreams of girls kissing and licking each others naked pussies and breasts.
By my senior year, I was starting to worry about myself. I was becoming obsessed with my roommate, Sara, who seemed to be taunting me with her incredible body. Sara was probably the only other virgin in our class. Like me, she had plenty of suitors, but she was determined to hold out until she turned 18.
She was a few months younger than me, and I often wished I were a guy so I could nail her myself. She was so gorgeous — from her honey-blonde hair to her long, slender legs. I wondered what she would think if she knew how I yearned to suck her pink nipples and lick her tight little ass.