It’s my first day of the creative writing course at college and I am sitting all by myself with nobody to talk to. Everybody is laughing, joking around and engaging with one another. Not me though, I am just too quiet and timid to join in any conversation. All my life I have been shy and to this day I am no different. I thought that college might just be the thing to gain confidence but I feel as anxious as ever. The door opens and this girls comes in and sits next to me. She says her name is Wendy. Wendy has long, luscious blonde hair with jet black highlights. She is around about the same height as me of 5’8’”. She has really deep blue eyes that perfectly blend with her blonde hair. Wendy wears little makeup; she looks like she doesn’tneed it anyway. Wendy attempts to get me to speak; I think she knows that I’m just a shy person, rather than an impolite one. We both explain why we selected this course; she wants to be a film screenplay writer and I want to be a comic book writer and artist. ‘Hey, I don’t mean to be judgmental, just an observation but you’re really shy, aren’tyou?’ she points out. ‘Yeah’ ‘Why? Have you always been shy?’ ‘I don’t know. It’s something about me that has existed for as long as I can remember,’ I explained. Wendy beamed. ‘It’s cute’ Cute? How could she possibly find it cute? ‘I just think it’s endearing. I’ve never really come across anyone thay’s this shy. The people I meet are usually quite talkative,’ she explains with a pretty little smile on her face. ‘I wish I wasn’t though,’ I sigh. ‘I really hate being this quiet.’ ‘I used to be shy too, you know. I eventually overcame this though, I just ended up talking. Maybe you just need more time. I wouldn’t mind helping you. I like you; I think a lot of people would like you, if you could talk to people.’ ‘You think?’ ‘Yeah’ It’s really nice that Wendy wants to help me overcome my shyness and bring me out of this shell that I’ve been stuck in for years. Can she though? Maybe I’ll always be quiet. As the day comes to an end we walk out the front door and Wendy asks where I live and how I get home. Wendy says that she lives about twenty minutes from me on foot and explains that Maltepe Escort she just moved in there with her younger brother. ‘So hey, do you have Facebook at all?’ she asks keenly. *** I get home from college and head straight to my room dumping my stuff on the already messy floor. I turn on my laptop and quickly go onto Facebook. Sure enough, there is a friend notification waiting for me from Wendy. Without hesitation I accept. As soon as I accept her request, I can’t help but flick through all her pictures she has posted and been tagged in. Wendy has a lot of pictures, most of which are from her going out to parties and clubs. She looks so nice in these photos; I really have to admire her curvy figure and long legs. I keep scrolling through the pictures when I come to a sudden halt and my heart begins to race as I come across Wendy’s pictures from her holiday in Spain. Wendy is wearing sexy bikinis in most of these shots, highlighting her gorgeous body. She has a perfectly toned body and has amazing breasts too; they look to be a 36 D cup. I keep scrolling, hoping to find more pictures of her in a bikini. I am not disappointed when I see the best picture of her beautiful ass in her thong. I am starting to feel wet just looking at all these glorious pictures of Wendy. I only just got to know her today and I’m already drooling over her profile pictures. With the way she has been treating me today and her gorgeous looks; it would seem that I have developed a small crush on my newly found friend. Getting wetter as I keep looking; I am interrupted by message from Wendy: ‘Hey. How would you like to meet up for a drink or two this evening 🙂 x?’ I reply in an instant with my intentions of going out with her. She tells me that she knows a really good place to go out to with cheap drinks and good music. She tells me that she will come over to my place to pick me up. ‘Take my number and text me when you’re ready for me to come over x’ I need to get changed but what am I supposed to wear? What is she wearing? I think about asking her but that would seem like a stupid question. I don’t have anything particularly nice to wear; Maltepe Escort Bayan I usually just wear t-shirt and jeans. Oh shit, I need a shower! I grab myself a towel and walk to the shower. I strip my clothes off and throw them in the washing basket at the side and turn on the shower. Whilst I wait on the shower getting warm I take a look at myself in the mirror. As shy as I may be, I really have to admire my own body.I’ve got a decent pair of 32D boobs and I keep my body is in good shape which is slightly curvy. I am pretty pale with the lack of sun that I get but I think it really goes well with my red hair and blue eyes. I should really get a move on; I can’t keep Wendy waiting too long. I skip the hair (I washed it last night) and start massaging the soap across my body and give myself a really good clean making sure my pussy and bum are vitally clean. As I’m washing myself, I can’t help but think about Wendy; the way she is being nice to me and how good looking she is. I have these images of her in that bikini. How I would love to caress those tits. Wait – Wendy is my friend. I shouldn’t… I get out and quickly dry myself with the towel, wrap in around and walk back to the room. I text Wendy saying that she can come over now. It ought to take me twenty minutes to get changed anyway. I grab my pink underwear, slide them on and hook my bra on in quick fashion. Undecided on what to wear, I randomly select a pair of beige chinos that I have not worn in a long time. I put on my favourite Batman t-shirt and a shove a red shirt on. I just need to quickly apply some make-up on and I’m good to go. Several minutes later, the doorbell rings. I rush downstairs to open the door. There is Wendy looking beautiful and ready to go. She has opted to wear a skirt that perfectly displays her sexy legs and a black blouse that covers her immaculate breasts. ‘Hey chick, are you ready?’ *** We arrive up town and head inside the pub. The music was pounding and it was really warm and felt sticky in the air. I just need a drink as soon as possible, my mouth feels so dry. ‘What do you like to drink, Soph?’ Wendy shouts. I’ve Escort Maltepe never drank alcohol before so I would not have a clue what to drink. I ask her to pick me something that she would think I would enjoy. She states that a White Russians are her drink of choice and I tell her that I would have the same, not really knowing what it is. As we have drinks and talk about a bunch of stuff, I realize I am not so shy when I have Wendy beside me. I can talk to her about anything, ask her a question. She makes me feel so comfortable. I want to tell her everything about me – even my dirty secrets. Maybe it was just the alcohol (I am getting a bit tipsy) or maybe I’m just so confident around her; I ask her if she has any secrets. She raises an eyebrow but then she grins at me, as she plays with her straw in the glass. She knows I’m drunk and continues to answer my question. ‘Well…’ she hesitates, ‘…there was this one time – I was dared to suck my brother’s dick when I was seventeen’. ‘Oh – wow…’ ‘He was sixteen at the time and I invited friends round and played a game of truth or dare; childish I know. The dares started off with kisses and touching each other’s tits and I ended up sucking his dick.’ I’m pretty sure that a lot of people would find that disgusting but I was intrigued about her little incest moment. ‘Did you like it?’ ‘At first; no but the more I sucked on his cock the more I liked it. It felt strangely erotic. It is also the first cock I had sucked in my life. Who’d have thought? What about you? Have you got any dirty little secrets? I hesitate for a moment; thinking about how Wendy sucked her brother off one time. ‘I – I’m a web cam slut’ Stunned by this revelation of mine, Wendy gazes at me and lets out a little giggle. ‘Really? Of all the people, I wouldn’t have thought you would do something like that. What exactly did you do?’ ‘I would go on chat rooms and talk to complete strangers. I would use my web cam to flash my tits and masturbate in front of people.’ ‘Wow – I have done that a few times to; I even made money from it too. I used to perform shows for people who would be willing to pay me money. I was desperate for money when I struggled getting a job.’ *** It is one in the morning and we are still drinking. I am getting more intoxicated by the hour and babbling shit to Wendy about being single and being a virgin. She listens to me and takes a hold of my hands. ‘Can I tell you something?’ she asks. ‘I think you’re really cute.