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Since we planned to walk we both wore our cute little
tennis shoes, with rings and chains to match our earrings. She
darkened my eyeliner to match hers, and when we gave ourselves a
look in the mirror I felt I had never looked sexier.
    She reached up to wipe something off my cheek
then leaned in and planted a soft, wet kiss on my lips. Her hands
pulled me closer, and we kissed some more. I kissed her back and
enjoyed the kiss.
    “So you don’t mind having a slut like me as
your roommate?” she asked as we stuffed our IDs in our bras and
slipped into light coats.
    I gave it some thought as she looked at me,
and knew an answer was expected. “I think you’re doing what college
girls should do; you’re finding out what you like before settling
in to a life of boring sex while you raise kids,” I said.
    “Probably accurate,” she laughed. “My mom is
from Norway and talked my dad into moving us way up north when I
was young because Vancouver was too tropical for her,” she said
with a laugh. “So I grew up in Moose Balls Canada with a desire to
explore things far away and far warmer than Canada. So far
Vancouver is the farthest away from home I’ve been.”
    “Where do you want to go?” I asked her.
    “Somewhere warm,” she said apologetically as
if betraying her mother. “Tell me about St. Martin.”
    My summer in St. Martin had been incredible
for a number of reasons. The heat of St. Martin and the hot sun on
the beach had awakened something inside of me, and I began to talk
about it. I had flown to St. Martin a Canadian Virgin and returned
to Canada a horny woman who understood what an orgasm was. That’s
when I started to write Daria’s Sexy College Diary. I also
understood that I wanted more orgasms, so I had set off looking for
willing guys to fuck. She laughed with me at some of the
experiences I had suffered through, especially the one guy who had
slipped his fingers into the wrong hole.
    As the sun went down we were at the bell
tower and somehow Crystal had a key to get in. We climbed up to the
top as red and gold streaks of clouds shot through the sky ending
another day. We started taking self-portraits with our phones with
the blazing sky as a backdrop. It was a gorgeous site and we
Instagrammed the pics and put them on our Facebook Walls. Crystal
pointed out various buildings on campus and it gave me a better
understanding of where things were. I’d only been there for a few
weeks but so much had happened already.
    I had quickly gotten used to Crystal walking
around our room naked, and enjoyed the fact that she was a sweet
girl who only saw the good in the world. Her tongue had also given
me several intense orgasms recently and I knew there would be more
to come, but it also seemed important to keep a laid back attitude
about it. She and I were not getting into a relationship, I knew
that. I didn’t think she was getting into a relationship with
anyone.
    We got to the first party and were quickly
handed cocktails as Crystal started introducing me to people she
knew. She also turned down a lot more invitations, some subtle and
most nowhere near subtle. That first house was very low on women so
we quickly found a side door and left. We talked as we walked, and
soon were walking in to another party, this one had far more women
and once again many of them knew Crystal. The mix of men and women
was almost equal and I started looking for a guy to hook up with.
Crystal kept getting hit on and passing, and we continued to walk
around.
    “You’ve turned down some cute boys, Crystal,
I’m going to hook up with one of them,” I said.
    “Do it, Daria. Today I want a woman, but I’ll
never stop fucking men. And, if there’s someone I know will be
right for you I will let you know, deal?” she said.
    “Err on the side of the nice guy, okay?” I
asked.
    “I fuck that one up all the time, so keep
your eyes open and your drinks under control,” she said as she
poured some of her drink on the