College Sex Stories (Five Stories)

By Sapna Patel

College Sex Stories (Five Stories)

Stories:

Breath of Fresh Air
Experience is The Best Teacher
Meeting Half Way
Surprise, Surprise!
Teach Me

For Mature Audiences Only (18+)

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sapna Patel
• Release date: Aug 27, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311510167

Sapna Patel

Sapna Patel

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Breath of Fresh Air

Maddie was always the one who was considered the most innocent among her group of friends, her classmates, and in fact amongst everyone. She was just that girl who was generally considered a goody two-shoes. She was so kind to everyone around her. She always obeyed the rules and never got in trouble. She was the definition of pure, lovely and graceful.

She was also the best in her class. Not to mention she was a beautiful girl with jet-black hair that shined magnificently. Her skin was as white as alabaster, which made her look angelic and like a porcelain doll. She had rosy cheeks and cherry red lips which just emphasized her fair white skin.

And her choice of clothing was always so conservative. She wouldn’t be seen in skimpy or revealing outfits. The shortest skirt she ever wore was just at the knee level. However, her outfit didn’t lessen her beauty; rather her innocent-looking outfits just enhanced her already beautiful aura. And she always kept her hair in a tidy ponytail with a headband to match. She was just lacking glasses to look like a stereotypical nerd. But she didn’t have glasses. She had perfect vision.

Because of this, she was considered the perfect student and the perfect girl. Girls wanted to be her and guys wanted to be with her. It was their preconceived notion of Maddie. The city believed Maddie to be all that. They had stereotyped her when she first set foot in this city. People started talking about how she was, and then soon it became common courtesy to treat her with care and politeness. Just like an innocent angel.

Everyone else treated Maddie similarly to what she looked like, a porcelain doll. She appreciated all the formality and respect that was being shown towards her. But sometimes it got too much and she just felt abnormal. She did say to them that they need not act with such respect that they were all just the same, human beings. And yet people still acted the same, as polite as ever, not a drop of unkindness.

The only people who teased her about looking all innocent and virginal were her friends. They enjoyed the fact that Maddie easily got flustered if a boy tried to take her out. They found it amusing that she looked so naïve. But in all actuality, Maddie wasn’t a virgin. She’d had her first boyfriend back in high school and had sex with him for the first time. Her friends knew this, of course. That was why it has become an inside joke between them whenever a guy asked Maddie out in a gentlemanly fashion, only to be turned down. 

All the guys that went for her were too formal for her tastes. One would think this was the 50s. That was why her love life was practically non-existent in her whole college life. She wished somehow it would be different, just to experience something that normal university students did at this age.

Now that she was in her junior year, everyone still considered her the porcelain doll or Snow White. Ever since she’d entered the university everyone seemed to have labeled her that way. The label said: May break, handle with care. She didn’t really get it. At least there were only two more years left of college and she would soon be free.

She often wondered, though, because it wasn’t like this way back when she was still in high school. She kept asking herself what had changed. She would contemplate on such matters. Maybe it was because it was a different city and a different state. They didn’t know her like they did back home. She would shelf this as a possible theory. 

How she missed getting down and dirty. People here would offer to do all the dirty work for her. Even her friends keep trying to prevent her from doing any work that could possibly lead her to an injury. She had talked to them about it but they always seemed to forget.

She was only kind to people even if they annoyed her because she strongly believed in karma. And of course her parents had raised her well. But the people in this city were just pushing it. But she knew it wasn’t their fault. The label that they stuck to her seemed to have lasted up until now. And there was nothing she could do about it. Certainly she couldn’t be mean about it either, that would just be rude.

They would remember that quiet timid girl from a small city, the one who always followed the rules and never got into trouble. Of course she didn’t want to get in trouble; she was new to the city. And she would obviously follow the rules because, well, they were rules. One just does not simply go break the law if they feel like it.

And the clothes she wore ultimately defined her. They thought it was because she was conservative. But she’d just brought all those clothes along knowing this was one of the cooler places in the country. And she didn’t really need all the new clothes when her old ones were still perfectly wearable.

She often felt trapped with all the first impressions that she had on people. They seemed to last. Or it was because she didn’t give them the opportunity to see a different side of her? She decided no, she was always ready to do things that involved getting dirty and whatnot. It was the people that prevented her from showing them a different side of her.

She would just have to suck it up. She’d already survived two years of university, what was another two? For sure it wouldn’t seem like that long because the first two had flown by so quickly it was like living in a dream. Soon she would be moving to a bigger city to find a job. Then that would be the time she would make sure that they wouldn’t see her as a fragile porcelain doll. But for now, she would just let the people continue in their perceived concept of her. She wouldn’t stick a needle and break their bubble. She couldn’t even if she tried.

People in this city would always see her as this china doll that was so breakable. And she didn’t get their logic at all sometimes; it must be the food, or maybe the water. They were good people, really. But sometimes Maddie just needed to feel normal. And they weren’t helping with that, not at all.

At least she could go home during the holidays. It was what kept her sane, with a sense of normalcy. She would complain to her parents how they would treat her and being the good parents that they were they would laugh and tease her first before telling her to just get along with it. Her parents would tell her to just let them be and that it wasn’t harming anyone. Then she’d go on saying that she couldn’t take it sometimes. And her father would just constantly tease her about it, calling her doll, or china. But her mother would reassure her that it wouldn’t last forever and to give it time. 

So far, her mother’s word had yet to come true. Maybe this year it would happen. Hopefully. She wished that would occur, so much. She’d already accepted the way they treated her. It wasn’t really all that bad, but that didn’t stop her from praying and wishing that somehow things would start to change.

And when the time came for her to go back, every single time she felt reluctant. But there was nothing she could do, really. So she would just buck up and get ready for a whole new semester.