My First Experience At University

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I was ten when both my parents died in an auto accident. They had had me late in life; I guess I was one of those unexpected surprises. Uncle Sebastian had taken me in, he was my father’s elder brother and my only real relative. It wasn’t easy for him, money was always tight, and he had no experience in raising a teenage girl but bless him, he stuck at it, and I loved him for it.Now having completed my A-levels, I was off to university and on my own for the first time in my life.It had been a long thirteen-hour journey as the bus worked its way from my hometown towards the university I had worked so hard to become a part of.Finally, as the weak afternoon light turned a shade greyer and the persistent drizzle continued to fall, the driver started to slow and shouted ‘University Plaza.’I stretched my stiff aching limbs, welcoming the chance to move, and reached for my backpack. Small enough to fit the over-seat rack, it contained just my admission papers, wallet, phone and a couple of paperbacks I had packed to pass the time on my journey.As I stood, I rubbed a patch dry in the condensation that had clouded the bus window for so much of the journey and caught the first sight of my new home. A sizeable brick-paved square with several shelters and beyond it, an expanse of grass leading to the halls of residence.Several other people were disembarking, and I filed past the driver, pausing to offer my thanks before stepping down into the light rain. I waited my turn till I could step forward to retrieve my holdall from the luggage bay only to see empty racks. I rechecked where I had placed it at the last rest stop, and it definitely was not there.In a panic I quickly scanned my fellow passengers; surely one of them must have picked it up by mistake. No one had it. A movement caught my eye, a dark hoodie moving swiftly away from the bus and a flash of khaki canvas. There went my holdall.“Hey, you,” I shouted as I pushed through the other passengers.Quickly I ran toward the receding figure but warned by my shout he was also running. I shouted again, my panic rising as he moved further away from me.He was at the edge of the bus park now and moving across the road toward a rusty old pickup truck. I pumped my legs and sucked in air as I accelerated behind him. Slowly I started to gain ground.Without warning, I was falling sideways and hitting the ground hard, finding myself flat out on the wet bricks. I struggled to regain my breath.With a roar of acceleration and a cloud of exhaust, the truck drove off, taking with it all my worldly goods.Slowly I stood, noting the rainbow coloured smears of diesel on the ground that explained my fall.The bus driver appeared, and he tried to brush me down, but I was soaked to the skin and covered in crap from the dirty ground where I had fallen. I assured him that I was okay and that I would report it to the campus police. He wished me luck before climbing back on his bus and heading off to his next destination.Clutching my backpack, wet and winded, I started to walk toward the university buildings. I’d had so many dreams and expectations of university life, and this had not been one of them.ooOOooI checked the rooming lists and found my name. I was to share room 310 with a Savanna Dayton-Jones.I guess that was the icing on the cake, I pitch up wet and stained with no belongings whilst my roommate sounded like one of those monied girls with people at home and probably a frigging pony too.Arriving at room 310, I knocked and popped my head around the door. “Hi, there, I’m Sandy, Sandy Mitchum and I think this is also my room.”Inside was a tall, slim blonde with a complexion to die for.“Well come in, honey, this is home,” she drawled, rising to hold the door and help me in.Stepping in, I kicked off my wet sneakers and dropped my pack by the door.“Oh, Sandy, you’re soaked and where are your things?” almanbahis şikayet Looking past me into the corridor she added, “Are they being bought up?”In a rush, it all came out: the theft, my fall and with it all the tears and stress of my move to the big city.Savanna was terrific; she sat me down and made me tea, hot sweet tea. Her mother was English and her father Texan, she explained as she poured the drink.The tea calmed me down, and I started to feel a little better.“Dry clothes are next on the agenda. Fortunately, we look about the same size,” she announced and pulled open a couple of drawers.“Will you be okay in a set of sweats? They’re new?”I nodded, “Are you sure you don’t mind?”“Of course not, now go take a hot shower and get out of those wet things.”Savvy, as she preferred to be called, pushed open our bathroom door and indicated a row of high-end toiletries, telling me to help myself.I loitered in the shower, enjoying the combined sensations of the hot water and the aromas and feel of Savvy’s shampoo and shower gels. They felt as luxurious as the bottles looked.“How are you now, honey?” The door opened and in swept my new roomie bearing a large fluffy towel.I tried to preserve my modesty with a flannel and a body puff before Savvy started to giggle“As my mamma likes to say, we’re all girls here, darling,” she laughed in a faux English accent.I stepped out of the shower, and she wrapped the towel around me and in doing so spotted that large patch of gravel rash on my thigh. “Come on outside so we can clean and dress that.”I followed meekly behind this mighty young woman who had taken charge of me with barely a moment’s hesitation. A first-aid kit appeared as if from nowhere. Savvy sat on the couch as I stood before her.“This may sting a little.” As she spoke, a misting of antiseptic hit the raw red skin and I hissed as I caught my breath.It was then I caught sight of myself in the mirror opposite, naked as a baby and flushed from the hot shower. To make matters worse, Savvy was face to face with my pussy as she cleaned the wound.After quickly taping a square of gauze over the wound, she turned to grab some sweats from the couch next to her.Now in my hometown, sweats were slightly thick baggy things you picked up in the clothing aisle of the Maximart, not these. These were sleek and patterned, Lycra or some hi-tech fabric. These were what Savvy was wearing, tight like a second skin, with sheer panels at the thighs, and every aspect of your figure was accentuated by the geometric pattern.“Are you sure these will fit?” I queried.“Well we’re clearly the same height, and I’ve seen all of you, and we have the same figures,” she answered with a giggle.With that, she thrust the items at me again and laughed, “Try them unless you prefer to stay naked.”Feeling my cheeks heat up, I started to pull the top over my head.“It has a built-in bralette, I don’t bother with panties, but I have some if you want.”“No, I guess I’ll be fine,” I muttered from inside the clingy garment. Moments later I had the top on and was easing myself into the leggings, a perfect fit.“Oh, honey, they do fit, you look awesome.”Looking back in the mirror I could see how right she was. The stretchy fabric was showing my figure to its fullest, my legs long and lean, my butt pert and tight, my breasts full and high.Suddenly I was swept up in a wave of gratitude towards this girl who had shown me such care and generosity. I stepped forward and in a very unlike-me moment wrapped my arms around her and hugged her tightly, “Thank you, Savvy, thank you for being such a friend when I needed one the most.”Savvy hugged me right back and looking in the mirror I could not help noticing how sexy we both looked together. ooOOoo That evening we ate at the university burger bar before returning to our room. We turned quite a few heads, both girls’ almanbahis canlı casino and boys’, as we strolled around the campus. Savvy seemed oblivious to it all, but to me, it was a whole new experience and, much to my surprise, one that I was enjoying.Savvy examined my torn leggings, “These are ruined, but it’s still a week before lessons start so tomorrow we can go shopping.”My heart lurched, I felt myself blush with embarrassment as I turned to my new friend, “ Savvy, I’m on a scholarship, I don’t have that much spare cash, I will need to get a part-time job just to make ends meet.” Indicating the torn leggings, I continued, “I will have to sew those and make do until next month when I get my next cheque from my uncle.”Savvy blushed; a deep crimson flooded her peaches and cream complexion, and for the first time since we met she looked unsure of herself, ”Oh, honey, I’m so sorry, I never meant to embarrass you; sometimes I just get carried away and forget myself.”We both stepped forward and hugged, just holding each other. I found it comforting and strangely pleasurable even when I felt Savvy’s hands as she cupped my butt cheeks and squeezed.She produced an illicit bottle of peach schnapps, and we spent the evening sipping a glass and exchanging life stories. Eventually, we were both yawning, the misadventures of my day were kicking in, and we called bedtime. Savvy helped me make up my bed with spare bedding of hers.I intended to change in the bathroom though all I had to put on was my underwear from the journey, now rinsed and dried on a radiator. Savvy, on the other hand, just stripped off. I turned to speak to her and was rewarded with a closeup view of her taut pale-skinned butt as Savvy shed her sweatpants.I followed suit; after all, she had seen everything already. Turning back toward her, I drank in the sight. Full 34C breasts, pale skin with large pink nipples. Flat toned stomach and oh my god her mound was smooth and pale with a slash of pink where her full pussy lips protruded.After a quick bathroom visit by each of us, I slipped between the softest sheets I had ever felt and dropped off into a deep sleep. ooOOoo I woke up the following morning to a surreal sight. Savvy, still naked, was performing a yoga routine. Utterly confident in her body and relaxed in her nudity, she stretched and bent as I sat and looked on.“Do you do this every day?” I asked, “Maybe I could join in. It looks very calming, and your body is great.”“Of course, you can, every morning but there is one thing I should mention.”“What’s that?”“Some mornings I finish by masturbating,” she smiled as she said this, seemingly amused by my startled reaction. “Let’s be honest. I’m guessing you do it too, and we’re going to be roomies for the next year at least, so why hide it?”Despite my now red-hot cheeks, I nodded my agreement. I looked down from my bed at this stunning girl as she moved to sit cross-legged. Her skin flushed from her exertions, her nipples full and hard, her pussy lips parted and, oh my god, slick with her juices. Instinctively my hand moved beneath the covers to graze my own slit.I watched as Savvy stood. Her movement stretched and opened her pussy before those long firm legs started to pace about.“Sandy, can I do something for you?” Savvy looked nervous but intent on making her point. “Daddy’s in oil like I told you last night and I have an extremely generous allowance; some would say I’m spoilt. Would you let me take you shopping to replace all your lost stuff? It would make me so happy to do so.”I felt tears form in my eyes at the warmth and generosity of this beautiful young woman. Then a surge of shame as I remembered my uncharitable thoughts on seeing her name on the rooming list the evening before, “Okay, but only if I can pay you back as soon as I can.” With that I slipped from my bed to embrace almanbahis casino my sexy new friend. I’d never been much for hugging before but to hold this beautiful naked girl in my arms felt so right. The sensation of her breath on my cheek as we hugged, to feel her erect nipples as they brushed my throbbing tips, felt so good; to feel the heat of her pussy against mine felt divine.Stepping back, Savvy retook charge, “Okay, you need fresh clothes, and we need to shower.”It took her just minutes to lay two outfits on her bed. Two short black skirts, two pairs of thigh-high socks and two cute knitted tops. “Pick a colour, Sandy.”I went for the black socks, black skirt and red top, leaving Savvy with the pale-yellow top with white socks.“Oh, skirts, so we need undies too,” she laughed, fetching matching black lace bras and thongs.Holding up one of the skimpy lace thongs against my black-haired pussy, I giggled, “Can I borrow a razor too?” ooOOoo In no time at all, I was showered, with smooth legs and just a little tuft of hair at the top of my pussy. The cluster was a compromise. I had always settled for a trim that left me fairly hairy, but Savvy’s smooth slit had mesmerized me. Maybe I wanted to follow her example.I slipped on the clothes, and the feeling was incredible. Silky lace undies, and such expensive garments that felt so lovely against my skin whilst fitting in such a sexy manner.“Savvy, I have to confess I’m normally in jeans or leggings with a tee or hoody and all my clothes come from the local Maximart. These are amazing.”I reached for my rain-marked sneakers, knock-off copies of Converse, but Savvy tossed me a new bright white pair of Lacoste.“These will look much better.” ooOOoo A quick five-minute ride on the university shuttle bus saw us in the heart of town. I tried to steer Savvy toward the cheaper chain stores, but that was not to be. Savvy, it seemed, only shopped boutiques.I came to realize that this lovely girl had a strong firm side to her and once she had decided on something there was no changing her mind.The day flew by; we soon had a mass of carrier bags as my replacement wardrobe took shape. I was quickly the owner of designer skirts, tops, dresses and shoes along with beauty products and more. It was like all my Christmases and birthdays rolled into one.We had just left a patisserie when Savvy announced we had one more stop to make and led me down several side streets to a quieter part of town.’Private adult store’ it said on the plain-fronted shop. “What’s this?” I could hear myself stutter out.“Aw, Honey, every girl needs a toy,” and with that, she pushed open the door and firmly shoved me inside.My heart rate trebled, and my breath caught deep in my lungs as I looked around.“Can I help you girls?” A pretty dark-haired girl not much older than us had come around the counter.“My friend needs some new toys, a vibrator and maybe some beads,” Savvy replied, smiling at the girl.There was a roaring in my ears. I was sure I was going to pass out on the shop floor.The girl showed the way and started to offer various models to Savvy: six inches, eight inches, flex-shaft, multi-speed. Oh my god if only the ground could swallow me up.Savvy was looking at me, and clearly, I had missed the question. “Pardon?” I croaked“Honey, we were asking what size you’re comfortable with.”“Oh, I don’t know, that is, I’ve never, well it’s just that…” I could hear myself mumbling nonsense and I could see understanding flash across their faces as my dilemma became apparent to them.“Oh, Honey, just leave it to momma,” Savvy drawled, really emphasizing her southern accent.Quickly she made several selections and to my relief ushered me back to the safety of the pavement. “Sandy, they say a university is a place of learning, you have a ways to go,” she giggled and then, dropping the heavy drawl, “Come on, let’s catch the shuttle back.” ooOOOo We had unpacked all my new outfits and shoes, and they were placed in my wardrobe. I kept opening the door just to admire them. Slinky, sexy lingerie as Savvy called it graced my drawers; skincare and bathing products adorned my countertops.

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