It was my first day at College. I moved into the dorm and decided I was not going to be the insecure, shy, tongue-tied boy I was in High School. There were going be big changes!

That evening there was going to be a freshman mixer after a day of orientation. I was going to go and see what’s up with the college girls, who already were blowing my mind with how pretty they all were. Being from California, I was used to seeing beautiful people, but not so many all in one place. How was it possible that everyone was so good looking?

I first saw her at the mixer talking to a girlfriend. She was cute and just my type, tan, bleached blonde hair, skinny fit, and she had a pixie quality to her. I mustered up my most clever opening line, walked across the room and stammered, “Hi, I…, I, I’m Nick.” It must have worked, because she said, “Hi, I’m Cinny and this is my friend Anna.” It turns our Cinny was from San Clemente and we were both coming from the same Southern California beachy keen culture. It seemed as if she liked me. I know I liked her. Didn’t even know her, but I liked her.

We became a couple almost immediately. We wouldn’t last long, four or five months, but having scored a girlfriend the first day on campus made me feel like a big man. Later, academic probation would bring my sun visor size down a size or three. But those first few months with Cinny gave me a lot of confidence with the ladies that I never had before. It was a huge ego builder for me that this beautiful young woman was interested in me, liked me, and would share her body with me. Well at least eighty percent of it. More on that in a minute.

Cinny was a really passionate kisser, and her mouth was always soft and wet. It was like kissing a hungry little bird that was starving to death. We eagerly felt each other up--with one exception, be patient--experimented with oral sex, and made love from time to time. Although the lovemaking was always a little scary, because the only contraception we were using was condoms, which always seem a little iffy to both of us.

The line Cinny drew was at her breasts. I’m guessing because she was as flat chested as a boy and self-conscious about it. The first few times I tried to reach up her shirt, she pulled my hand away and stuffed it down her pants or up her skirt, where she was always slippery and wet. That didn’t seem like such a bad alternative, so I went along with it. When we slept together she would wear a tank top.

Later and now, I wish we had talked about the breast size issue. But honestly, getting eighty percent of a beautiful young lady was good enough for me at that point of my life and sexual maturity. At eighteen I can’t say I was the most perceptive or empathetic soul. I wanted to surf and fuck, really that was about it.

Eventually we broke up, not due to the booby thing, but just two young people doing their thing and finding out who they are. Our personalities actually weren’t a very good fit. We didn’t even really remain friends. I would see her around campus for the next four years, but other than a nod or a few brief words that was it.

Somehow I got off academic probation, graduated and moved to downtown away from campus.

A couple of years later a got a surprise phone call early one evening and it was Cinny. She wanted to see me. I said great, do you want to go out to dinner, meet for drinks, what would you like to do? She said she was actually quite busy, but could come over to my house late. I thought this is a little weird, a booty call? If it was, I would be okay with that.

When she arrived, she looked delicious as usual, a little more mature and sophisticated--and with noticeable bumps where her flat chest used to be! She didn’t seem to want to talk much--that hadn’t changed. She steered me towards the bedroom and I went willingly. Clothes came off and soon we were both naked and I could see the improvements she had made to her chest.

This was the mid-eighties and I had never seen surgically enhanced boobs in the flesh, or silicone, or whatever. I was fascinated! She encouraged me to touch them, play with them, kiss them, and squeeze them. She made it clear, even encouraged me, I could do whatever I wanted. We were like two kids with new toys, experimenting. What could they do? What did they feel like to me? What did it feel like to her?

She wanted me to rub my over eager cock all over her new perky boobs. I accommodated. I was so aroused; precum was seeping out of me like a mountain spring. Then she pushed them together and wanted me to fuck them. Again, I accommodated. She told me to fuck her boobs until I came and shoot my load all over her tits. Which I did. It was wonderful.

She rubbed the cum all over her tits and even thanked me by licking my cock clean. I returned the favor and licked her sticky boobs clean. Within an hour she was gone.

I wondered was this going to be an ongoing thing? Are we going to get back together? What just happened?

It turns out, that was it, one glorious night. I tried calling her a couple of times, but she was always too busy to see me and eventually I got the hint. It was a one time, see me now event. Not to be repeated, never to be forgotten.