I'm Liz or Elizabeth, whichever you prefer. I prefer Liz, because Elizabeth just sounds too strict. But anyways, let's get back to what I wanted to tell you.
I'm a college student, twenty years of age, and I will tell you about my crazy life.
I'm a lesbian, but only technically, I guess. Maybe I'm bisexual, since I'm not turned off by guys, but I have always fancied girls more. There's just something special about a beautiful, confident woman that a guy simply doesn't offer.
Let me continue describing my appearance.
I'm not one of those lesbians who looks like a dude, not that there's anything wrong with that. I just don't want you to get a wrong image of me. I'm 5'9" with long blonde hair and a slim waist, but with a nice ass and big round boobs. A lot of people tell me I 've got a nice ass for a white chick from Dallas (that's where I'm from, by the way). But my ace is my chest size, and there is no guy (or girl, for that matter) that I can't get with these babies. Now, I'm a pretty simple-minded girl, which doesn't mean I'm dumb. I'm bubbly, and always in a good mood. People have told me I can be a bit of a slut at times, and this might be true, to some extent. I like wearing short skirts, tight jeans and low cut tops. Well, so much for that. Let me start my story now.
I returned to college after a great summer holiday. Well, maybe not so great, since my boyfriend just broke up with me. Okay, I admit I may have been at fault here, since he caught me with another girl, but seriously? Which kind of guy would break up because of this? If anything, you would expect him to jump right in. Oh well, I just didn't need him. Call me a bitch if you want, I don't care. I can take care of myself just fine.
When I arrived on campus, I got to my old room, which was still free, and I got my stuff out. I was one of the lucky students to have a room to myself. It was a great opportunity for parties and to bring someone home to. Although I get along great with most people, I simply prefer living on my own.
So, after I got done, I had to go to class. Afternoon courses sucked. I didn't pay much attention to what our teacher said, as history class never really interested me. The teacher may just have been older than the stories he told.
I was staring out of the window when, suddenly, the door flew open, and a loud, female voice ripped me out of my thoughts.
"I'm sorry for being late, Professor, but I'm new here, and I couldn't find the room," she said, gasping for air.
"It's okay, young lady. Just find yourself a place and sit down. You didn't miss much, but please ask your classmates for their notes."
Luckily, there was just one place free, which was right next to me. She sat down, book in arms, and just for a moment, she glanced over at me. I suppose it was just to see who she was sitting next to. That was when I first turned around to take a look at her, and let me tell you, she was a beauty like you wouldn't believe.
Long, pitch black hair, crystal blue eyes and skin white as snow. If Snow White was real, she would look just like her. She was wearing tight, black jeans held up by a studded belt, and black boots and a nice leather jacket. She stripped out of the jacket to hang over her chair, revealing a nice white top.
I don’t know why, but I decided to introduce myself to her.
"Hi, I'm Liz."
"Paige," she said, with surprise that I had just talked to her.
"Nice to meet you. Hey, how old are you?"
"Nineteen, you?"
"I'm twenty. Where are you living? On campus?"
"No, I'm from downtown. I got a long way to get to school. That's why I'm late."
"Shhh, quiet, you two! Please delay your chit-chat until after class," the professor yelled, or at least tried to.
He often tries to be loud, but fails because of his age, which I always find hilarious.
"Do you want to eat something after class?" I asked her.
"Sure, sounds good."
Of course, class just didn't seem to end. When the bell finally rang, it felt like days had passed. I left the room and waited for Paige, and we decided to go grab a sandwich in our school café.
"So, where are you from?" Paige asked.
"Dallas, Texas. You?"
"I'm from Norwich, England. Me and my parents moved here three years ago."
I wondered why I didn't notice her accent sooner, because it was a British accent, for sure. It wasn't too strong, but still very sexy, I thought.
"I have to say, you are very pretty, Paige. You must get lucky with the boys."
"Not really. I've been single for a while now. Most guys simply just don't offer much to me. I grew up on rough streets, and learned to take care of myself. These pathetic pretty boys just don't do it for me."
Something about her got me very hot. She was sexy, a tough girl, and hard to get, but I liked that. I liked being challenged.
I felt my pussy getting really warm and wet, and I had to be careful not to get too over-excited. Of course, I just happened to wear a short skirt that day, so I pressed my thighs together to cover my excitement, and to pleasure myself at the same time. Before I got too excited, I decided to just go for it, and ask her to join me in my room.
"It's getting late, do you want to go to my room for a while? I'm lucky, not living with anybody."
"Sure, why not?"
On our way there, I was really worried.