Literotic asexstories – Rosie Gets Deflowered by latent_heat,latent_heat
The following is a purely fictional fantasy. Any similarity to real people, places, or events is unintended coincidence. All characters are over 18.
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“Hi there! I’m Rosie!” “Hey dude. My name’s Rose, what’s yours?” “erm… I think you’re cute…”
Rosie was practicing in front of the bathroom mirror. She was alone, but her pale complexion still betrayed her, revealing her embarrassed blushing. A navy blue low-cut soft cotton nightie was hanging loosely off her luscious 19-year old 34C breasts, revealing quite a bit of cleavage. A semi-erect nipple was clearly visible through the cloth, as she inhaled deeply and continued her nervous preparations:
“Hey man, I’m Rosie. I’ve seen you around campus. Do, you have a girlfriend?” “Fuck! I can’t do this… I just need to make him start the conversation…”
Rosie pulled the straps of her nightie off her shoulders and let it slip off, leaving her standing in only her pink cotton panties and tall, black socks. After examining each of her breasts quickly in the mirror, and massaging them lightly with her hands, letting them drop and bounce a few times. She smiled, knowing that her boobs were absolutely gorgeous. Then she pulled on a tight sleeveless maroon turtleneck, admired how her breasts filled it out, and then brushed her shoulder-length dirty blonde curls into some form of order, and pulled them into a high pony. She applied some makeup, including an intensely maroon lipstick that perfectly matched her top.
Rosie had every reason to be confident about her body. Life really is unfair: not every 19-year old girl is blessed with her willowy 5’9″/130 lb frame, complete with 34C breasts, a slim waist, and a cute round little ass. Shoulder-length curly dirty blonde hair with natural highlights cascaded down from her head, framing her cherubic face with beautifully clear and pale complexion. To top it all off, she had strikingly vivid blue eyes and a large, playful smile.
After awkwardly shimmying into a pair of extremely tight black leggings that hugged her long, slender legs and shaped her butt nicely, Rosie slipped on some clunky black boots, and finished off her look with shiny black stud earrings, and one matching stud in the right side of her nose. It wasn’t quite Goth, or Scene, but the black/maroon outfit was a stark contrast against her pale skin. The high collar of the turtleneck and lack of sleeves was definitely A Look. And with the way the outfit hugged her body, it was sure to attract the male gaze (and perhaps the female gaze as well–Rosie didn’t mind getting checked out by some chicks too…).
There was one specific male gaze Rosie was hoping to attract: Connor was sure to be at the party. It was at his frat house, and she had heard he was recently single, after a rough breakup with a long-distance girlfriend from back home. College was a hard time for high school sweethearts, and it was perhaps to his credit that the long-distance relationship had lasted until mid-way through Junior year.
Connor was not the tallest guy on campus. Maybe… 5’8? (Definitely a little, teensy weensy bit shorter than Rosie….) But he was built like a tank–usually about 180 lbs, with broad shoulders and somewhat barrel-chested, tapering slightly to a muscular ass, and then bulging out into huge quads, shapely calves, and, let’s be honest, Rosie never really looked at his feet.
Connor kept himself clean shaven, though by most afternoons, there was just a trace of shadow on his square jaw and dimpled chin. Piercing, jet black eyes, and a sweep of long, dark hair pulled into a man bun atop his head.
He swaggered around like he didn’t have a care in the world, but Connor worked hard for his body. It’s fun work, but it requires constant attention, and some strategy. The ladies liked it, and he liked impressing the ladies. When he was in a serious relationship with his girlfriend from high school he was content to hold himself back a bit, and just enjoy flirting. But since the breakup… well, he may as well get some while he is still at college. He is a Junior, for cryin’ out loud!
Though Rosie was only a Freshman, through some bizarre coincidence, both she and Connor had essentially the same schedule every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. They were not in any of the same classes, but their classrooms were in the same halls, so they ended up walking the exact same routes between their classes. She noticed him, and thought he was cute. Then she started seeing him everywhere!
A few inquiries with friends and some internet sleuthing, got her a name and some shared connections…. And now here she was!
As soon as the heavy wooden door swung open, the music was 20 times louder, and the air was thick with the skunky and acrid smells of weed, beer, and sweat. “Oh boy!” she thought, “time for some ‘college experiences.'”
Rosie had smoked plenty of weed in high school, so she wasn’t scared or anything. She had just never really done it with anybody except her two closest friends. The idea of getting baked in a loud and crowded environment did not seem like it would be enjoyable.
Drinking did not seem that appealing either… the floor in front of the bar was sticky and reeked of cheap beer. An assortment of partially-filled liquor bottles in the corner were no more enticing…. Rosie wandered through the main dance floor, and thought it was way too loud. There was no sight of Connor, though many faces leered at her ass she passed, and somebody even reached out and pinched her ass! This party was really turning out to be a bust.
Before leaving the building, Rosie thought she would check out some of the quieter rooms upstairs. She now wished she had brought a friend or two for company and security.
The first room she poked her head into was occupied by a couple. Both sloppy drunk and trying to 69 on the small bed. Rosie’s eye’s grew wide as she watched the unknown chick’s head bobbing up and down on his large veiny cock, while straddling his face. Rosie could feel her cheeks burning with a mix of embarrassment and excitement, and some stirrings between her legs.
Absent-mindedly adjusting her underwear, and touching herself ever so fleetingly in the process, Rosie watched agape at the scene unfolding before her. Finally, Rosie tried to close the door softly and move on to the next room before they could notice her.
Unfortunately, the door squeaked a little, and the girl glanced up from her busy work and made eye contact with Rosie, just in time for the cock to start throbbing in her mouth. She returned her attention to the task at hand, and Rosie could see a mix of saliva and semen leaking from her mouth.
Rosie, blushing furiously, backed away quickly, and continued down the hall to the next room, wondering what she might find. And realizing, with a sinking feeling, that she might not necessarily find Connor alone…
When she cautiously opened the next door, pot smoke wafted out and a very surprised-looking Connor sat there, reclined in an enormous beanbag chair on the floor of the dimly lit room. And he was holding a huge, and very complex bong, with a thin wisp of smoke snaking up from the bowl and more haze drifting out of the top.
Connor had just finished taking an enormous rip on the bong, when he saw Rosie open the door. After a moment of shock that felt like 5 minutes, he could no longer hold the smoke in his lungs, and exhaled a massive plume of smoke followed by a few small coughs. He watched Rosie as she stood there, framed by the doorway. Her beautiful curves silhouetted against the light from the hallway, with a haze of smoke completing the effect. “…Can I help you?” Connor asked somewhat suspiciously.
“Um…” said Rosie, trying to think fast and choose a strategy. She had not expected to actually run into Connor all by himself, and certainly not in this way. All her practiced lines flew out of her head that instant, and all she could think of saying was, “Damn, that’s a sweet bong!” And then, gathering some bravery as she saw him relax a little at that, “Aren’t you gonna clear it? Then, can I hit that?”
“Oh, uh… yeah. sure. Uhh… just making sure, you are saying that you want to smoke weed with me?” Connor practically stammered… trying to figure out if he knew this gorgeous female before him or not. Could she be a cop trying to entrap him? Nahh. “And sorry, do I know you?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. I forgot to introduce myself… I’m Rose. Some people call me Rosie… either way. I’ve seen you around campus.” She decided not to announce that she had specifically come here to creep on him at this party. She would play it cool, like this was purely coincidence. She hoped the makeup was hiding her blushing (it wasn’t).
“Hey” he said smiling, “I’m Connor. Mostly, people call me Connor. I thought you looked familiar… What year are you?”
“Oh I’m a Freshman. You?”
“Junior.” He replied quickly. Then dropped his voice to a soft murmur, “So… you wanna take a hit off of Mt. Vesuvius here?”
“Fuck yeah! If you don’t mind sharing…”
Connor couldn’t believe his luck. Some sexy freshman just appeared at his room during a house party and is interested in smoking weed with him, just the two of them?
“Ok, well, come here then, and close the door. Do you smoke much?” He cleared the remaining smoke out, and then began grinding some more flower to reload the bowl.
“I only smoked a few times in high school, and it’s been a while…” She said, feigning inexperience. She had massively under-represented how much she smoked in high school (it was actually pretty regular for much of senior year), but it had been a few months since had last gotten stoned.
“Ok, then let’s start you low, and go slow. I don’t have anywhere to be or anything to do tonight. You’re welcome to stay and chill as long as you like.”
After Connor had filled the bong with a fairly small pile of flower from his grinder, Rosie brought her lips up to the mouth of the bong, and Connor held a lighter to the ground herb while she inhaled… It may have been a while, but Rosie expertly inhaled until the bowl stopped glowing, and then cleared the bong. She then held it in for a few seconds and then blew out a long stream of thick smoke.
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