College Crush

By Lexie X

Jill's had a crush on a cam girl for the last year, and, now that she's gone off to college, she runs into the very blonde she's been lusting over for so long. Kenna's a senior, but she takes the supposedly outgoing younger girl under her wing - and they both get more than they expected.

Content advisory: contains sexuality between women, a cam girl crush, and lesbian sex.

~19,000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Jan 27, 2016
• ISBN: 9781310646027

Lexie X

Lexie X is an author of erotic fiction interested mainly in first times, domination, and seduction. You can follow more erotic works by her at her blog at LexieX.com.

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College Crush

A Kinky Virgin Lesbian Erotic Romance

By Lexie X

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Copyright © 2016 by Lexie X

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College Crush

About the Author

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College Crush

Jill was leaving a coffee shop when a miracle happened. Coffee in hand, laptop bag over her shoulder, she was lost in her own thoughts and on her way to her first class as a college freshman when she held the door open for someone coming in—and there she was.

In a way, Jill knew it was her just from the woman’s chest, even though her shirt was rather conservative. Her breasts were D cup, and Jill knew from memory that she was 22 years old, 5’3, 106 pounds, and 36-25-32. Looking up, she gazed straight into the face of her one and only girl crush.

Her face was even more beautiful in person, and only enhanced by black-rimmed rectangular glasses Jill had never seen before. There was something intelligent, adult, and mature about her that made her seem out of place among foreign young sexpots on the cam sites. She was absolutely beautiful enough to be some rich man’s classy wife, and perhaps she was. Jill didn’t know her real name, just her camgirl handle, but the blonde-haired blue-eyed amazon’s brief presence instantly sparked a heat between her legs.

A heartbeat later, the woman was past, leaving a hint of sweet floral perfume in her wake.

Stunned, Jill held the coffee shop door open for a few more strangers, spending several seconds just breathing in that perfume. This was a sense that a webcam show never held, and it just struck home even harder how surreal and new this was. Her girl crush was a real living breathing person, and in this coffee shop right now!

What could she do? Wandering back into the shop and sitting at a table in the corner while trying not to seem too much like a stalker, she tried to get a hold of herself.

Ok, ok… what to do? Passionate_Lover22 had been her top bookmark for nearly a year back home, but when she’d moved here for college, her crush had never shown up again on the listings.

Of course! It was a region block! Didn’t camgirls block their own region so people wouldn’t see and recognize them? But she’d dodged that by living somewhere else and moving here… so she’d had a chance to see this gorgeous goddess online, and watch her shows endlessly, getting super wrapped up in a crush… and now she was here, in person! There might never be another chance. Who knew if this her regular coffee shop or just a random occurrence? She couldn’t let this chance pass. She had to act.

But what did she even want to do? Jill sipped her coffee nervously. She wasn’t a lesbian. One day, she had just accidentally clicked a popup ad, and, before she could close her browser window, the most gorgeous woman she had ever seen had appeared. The blonde hadn’t even been naked. She’d just been stunningly beautiful, and intelligent and expressive. When she sipped some wine, put on some music, and began to dance, Jill had masturbated to an unbelievable orgasm without even understanding why. She didn’t find girls attractive, but this woman just held a certain power over her… even clothed!

And that was the frustrating part. After a year of watching the free chat—not daring to charge this to her parents’ credit card—she had only managed to see those amazing breasts twice. Both times had been late at night, in hours spent staring and masturbating and hoping, and the prize had been more than worth it. She had spent both of those nights coming to incredible orgasms over and over, just replaying the sight in her head on repeat, and her fantasies almost always strayed back to those full size D breasts and the elegant woman to which they belonged.

That had all ended in the last two weeks. After the move, she’d never gotten to see her online girl crush again. Jill had actually felt like she’d been going through a breakup, and had just been starting to accept that her inexplicable and enchanting girl crush was over.

But beyond all belief, now she was here, standing and waiting for the coffee she’d ordered.

Quick, Jill, she told herself. Figure out what you want to do. You’re not a lesbian. What would you even do if you talked to this woman? What do you want? Would… sex… even be something… she shook her head, dispelling confusion. Ok, maybe it’d be cool to have her as a friend, then? Jill nodded at that, believing her own decision.

But how could she even approach someone who was, by all accounts, a stranger? Perhaps stage some sort of accidental bumping into each other like in a movie, or—

The blonde walked past her with her coffee, already leaving the shop.

Oh shit! Jill breathed, realizing she’d lost track of her crush while thinking.

The older girl stopped, turned, and tried to see her own butt. What, is there something on me?

It was her voice! Her face! Behind those black-rimmed glasses were those gorgeous blue irises that she’d stared into for so many nights… Jill gazed dumbfounded for a moment, locking eyes with her confused crush. Her mind screamed at her, and she said: No, no. Do you want to hang out tonight?

The blonde seemed taken aback. Huh?

I’m new here, Jill said suddenly, desperation fueling potential inspiration. First day of classes. I’m a freshman, and from out of state. So, I resolved to ask a random person who seemed interesting if they wanted to be friends.

Her white, bright, and dazzling smile was warm and full of compassion. Jill practically melted.

Sure, why not, the older girl said, holding out a hand. I’m Kenna. A senior here.

Kenna! Jill held in her ridiculous excitement and shook that delicate but strong hand. Jill.

Well, Jill, I’d be glad to show a freshman around, Kenna said graciously. And you’ve got some courage asking random people to be friends. I wish I’d had that moxie three years ago. Why don’t you put your number in my phone? I’ve got to hit the gym after class, but then maybe we can do something fun.

Ah, where’s the gym? Jill asked automatically as she accept the phone and began typing her phone number in a daze. Trish, a friend from high school who had also chosen this college, had texted her asking about it that morning.

Kenna said, Oh, I’ll just text you earlier, and we’ll go together.

Jill nodded dumbly.

You work out hard? I’m gonna run you hard.

I’ll take it, Jill promised, her heart singing.

Cool. I’ll see you later, Jill. The blonde turned and walked away with a final smile and a lingering sweet scent.

Heart racing in her chest—surely just from the caffeine in her coffee—Jill gripped the table and spent several minutes just processing and calming down.

She was late to her first class, but she pretended to have been lost, and the professor didn’t hassle her. The syllabus was handed out, and she stuffed it in her laptop bag. What seemed like moments later, she was doing it again for her second class, and her third passed in a similar heady rush.

Suddenly free, she burst from her current building and raced across campus to her dorm room. Rooting around in her closet, she found