Naked Party with the DJ

by Daria Sparks

  Daria’s Sexy College Diary: Naked Party with the DJ

  By Daria Sparks

  © copyright 2013 Daria Sparks

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  Daria’s Sexy College Diary: Naked Party with the DJ

  By Daria Sparks

  My whole body tensed as one of my fingers slowly circled my clit while another finger was lightly tapping the most sensitive spot on the bottom side of my clit. I looked over at the picture of Crystal on the wall above her bed and felt my muscles tense up once more before I slid over the cliff of my second orgasm in a row. My body was radiating warmth and I felt incredible as the sensation washed over me. Shooting the naked photos of Crystal had started a very naughty hookup between us and I was enjoying it a little too much. The photo session had turned us both on and we ended up making love for the first time, but it wasn’t our last time.

  Not too long after shooting Naked Photos we shot Naked Video, a video of Crystal and Traci making love. After we’d packed everything up from the video shoot Crystal and Traci and I shared an amazing time, making love for the longest, sweetest time I could have imagined. So far my women lovers had been tender and sweet, paying attention to both of our needs. It was easy to understand why I thought I had the best roommate ever.

  I knew it was crazy to make love with my roommate Crystal, but she was very cool and was enjoying her first time away from home by fucking multiple men and women. She was enjoying a very similar journey to mine and so far it worked. Crystal was incredible in bed and I knew there was much more to learn from her.

  I closed my eyes and laid my head back into my pillows, the waves and tingles slowly subsiding but the memory of sex with Crystal and Traci would never subside. Just then the door to our dorm room opened and she walked in. I froze my hands and the smile on my face.

  “Daria, you can masturbate on top of the covers you know?” she asked. “I like seeing you naked.”

  “Uh,” I stammered. I was totally busted.

  “There are several parties on campus tonight, you want to tag along?” asked Crystal.

  The smile on my face grew even wider and I felt a new tingling which told me I wanted to go. Crystal is a striking blond college girl with a sweet and sensuous look and a personality that attracts people wherever she goes. I grinned and blushed again, then threw back the sheet that I was lying under and sat on the edge of my bed.

  “You are really cute, you know that?” she asked.

  Crystal had been very good for me and especially my self-esteem. My mother was a brutal stage mom who was royally pissed off when I decided not to continue to perform at beauty pageants, and ever since she had ramped up the pressure for me to turn into the young woman she never became. When I was ten I made the mistake of winning a local pageant then quit, and ever since then she had told me I had thrown away my best chance at succeeding in life. I had run away to college to get away from her. I missed dad so we talked on the phone often, but my mom was a shrew.

  “Absolutely, I’d love a good party” I said. It had been an eventful week and I needed to blow off some steam. I needed meet a cute college guy to hook up with. It was very clear that Crystal and I were just a passing fling, and I knew that she was way more into women than I was. Or that’s what I thought. I never would have thought the night would end like it did.

  It was fall in Vancouver, the leaves were starting to change, the air had already turned a little crisp, and the smell of wood burning in fireplaces was everywhere as we walked out of the dorm. A group of loud boys skateboarded past us with several of them stopping to say hello to Crystal. She was as nice as usual, but told them she had a date for the night and gently sent them on their way thinking that at some point during their brief encounter they had had a chance with her.

  We both dressed in short skirts and tight tops, balanced between showing off and being respectful of the fall weather. Crystal didn’t wear a bra which would set crotches on fire all evening. 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 ground.

  “Is there someone here you like?” I asked.

  “I’m meeting someone here, yes,” she said with a grin.

  “Is he here yet?” I asked.

  Crystal looked at me and grinned. “She is,” she replied. Her eyes locked on mine, waiting for my reaction.

  “That’s cool,” I said. I had wondered how open Crystal was about dating women, since I knew she had sex with them. Thankfully, I thought with a sly grin.

  “You don’t mind?” she asked. “I haven’t brought it up because I think it’s no big deal...”

  “It’s your choice and totally cool,” I said.

  “I’m more worried about keeping them away from you,” she said. I must have had a puzzled look on my face because she continued. “Traci wants another evening with you so you’d better be ready.”

  This was really good news to me. Traci was a sweetheart and I knew I would be glad to fall into bed with her once again. I would not have initiated it, but if Traci did I was looking forward to the chance.

  “Keep them away?” I asked.

  “This is my first time living away from home, I’m going to be a bit of a slut with the right people,” she said.

  “Crystal, that is such good news,” said a guy walking by.

  “Not for you, Donald,” she said.

  They both laughed, though you could see that he had hoped he might win the Crystal lottery that night. “I had to try,” he said as he shuffled off.

  Just then a guy walked up that I recognized from my Psychology class.

  “Hey Crystal,” he said and leaned in for a hug.

  “Daria, this is Brian, a decent guy I think,” she said, emphasizing the word think.

  Brian reached out and pulled me in for a hug before I could say anything. “Hey, Daria, cool name,” he said.

  “Thanks, I like it,” I said.

  “Who needs a drink?” he asked.

  “We’ll need new ones soon,” she said then grinned as Brian walked off to find drinks for us.

  Crystal and I continued making our way around the enormous back yard where the party was being held. The air was getting cooler and people were seated around the massive brick fireplace. Crystal knew quite a few people there and we found ourselves having a drink with most of the women’s volleyball team. Two of the girls had come from my high school and we sort of knew each other, and it was nice to catch up on talk of home. Vancouver was hundreds of miles away from home, and even though I talked with both Mom and Dad every week, it was not like being there in town to see things change.

  Brian returned with drinks but Crystal was talking to a girl and returned to her conversation after taking the drink he offered. It was pretty clear that he was not going to hook up with her and he walked off again. By the time Crystal introduced me to Annette, Brian had moved on and was chatting up a girl not too far away.

  Annette is even taller than Crystal so I felt really short. She is the captain of the women’s volleyball team and six feet tall or more. Annette projected a natural confidence and grace and it was clear that she liked Crystal. As she talked with me she also kept Crystal front and center, and I knew I was in their way and needed to change that. That’s when Brian showed up once more with more drinks.

  “Hey, Brian, help me find a bathroom,” I said. Crystal gave me a dreamy smile as I walked off with Brian and she turned back to Annette. Their lips met as we walked away.

  “So what’s your major?” he asked.

  We walked slower and slower as he led me inside the house. He was being really sweet and he made me laugh and relax around him. He was 19 and played lacrosse for a frat. There was a line for the bathroom so Brian took me upstairs to one of the bedrooms that had a bathroom and was empty. When I was alone I knew I had to decide what I was going to do with Brian. He was just flirting with me, trying to land a hookup for the night. I knew I was nothing special to him and that was okay.

  As I walked back into the bedroom Brian leaned in and kissed me. It was awkward because my hands were wet, but it was a sweet kiss, just a guy having a good time with a girl and wanting to kiss her. Sure, we’d had a few drinks which made kissing someone whose last name I didn’t know easier, but it had happened before and it was nice to be kissing a guy. I also knew he had struck out with Crystal so why couldn’t I have some fun with him instead. I was really horny. I kissed him back, then pushed him onto the bed. Then he started talking again, asking me about home, my parents, a lot of things. He was nervous so I relaxed and began talking again too.

  It was my first time living away from home and it was nice to talk to Brian. He kept asking questions and waiting to hear my reply before continuing on. We were laying side by side on the bed when he reached over, turned my chin to his, and once again placed his lips on mine. This kiss was more forceful and his hand started slowly inching up my thigh. We went from light little noncommittal kisses to real kisses and then he jammed his tongue into my mouth and started gouging it in and out. It was all I could do not to laugh. He had something to learn about kissing, but he had set my blood on fire and I decided I was going to get laid that night.

  When Brian reached under my shirt and started stroking my stomach I knew where his hand was headed. His fingers fumbled around while tickling my stomach and I wondered if he was as new to sex as I was. I’d had five sex partners by that time so I had a lot to learn. His hand eventually made its way to my breast, or at least the bra that was covering my breast. He was abrupt but not pushy, just making the natural progression with a girl who kissed him at a college party. The kissing continued and I wanted to tell him what to do, but knew that could turn out really badly so I kept my mouth planted on his and rubbed my crotch on his leg very slowly.

  I had lost my virginity just a few short months before in St. Martin. Since then I had fooled around with several guys at home while waiting to head out to college. One of the guys was a pretty good kisser and I went all the way with him on the second date. We fooled around the rest of the summer until I broke it off just before I left for college. The other guy was someone I’d wanted since freshman year and I knew he was headed to school in America. We fucked for two days straight just before I left and he cried as I drove off. I was not shy when it came to fooling around with guys but I didn’t want them to know that.

  As Brian’s hand fumbled around my bra and tried to slip underneath the lacy material I giggled and wondered if I needed to be like Crystal and date women to avoid fumbling hands like his. I didn’t think women were the permanent answer for me but I wasn’t going to rule them out just yet.

  Brian had established some kind of a connection with me but I knew it was for tonight only. I knew I needed sex to relax and was willing to put up with the fumbli
ng hands for some hard cock. Then a guy opened the bedroom door and pulled his girl two steps inside until they saw that we were already on the bed.

  “Sorry,” they said in unison, “we’ll find another room.” She was drunk and giggled a bit too loudly, and I hoped her guy was better at this than Brian. But I continued anyway, I needed a good fuck.

  I sat up and he pulled his hands out from under my shirt and he looked at me with a sad puppy look. I liked him, but I needed to set the ground rules. He was being nice and wasn’t being pushy and that was great, but he was also going to turn into someone else the next day. I stood up, walked to the door and locked it, then walked back to the bed and pushed him back until he was lying on the bed.

  I climbed onto the bed and straddled him then locked my lips onto his and pressed my body down onto his. I felt the bulge in his pants as I pressed myself into him. The drinks were wearing off but my body was primed by then and I knew that I had to get laid. That’s part of the reason I was at a college away from home. I wanted to experience a lot at college and most of what I wanted to experience was sexual.

  I pulled back and looked into his half-closed eyes. “What we do tonight is between us, period. Ever violate that one simple little rule and I’ll kick you in your dick, are we clear?”

  “Uh, yes,” he stammered. “We’ve only been kissing though, nothing really happened.”

  “You dummy, do you want something to happen or do we end it here?” I asked. I ground my crotch into his just in case the message was not totally clear. His cock felt good even through the fabric of his jeans and I hoped he was smart enough to at least lie to me so we could proceed.

  “I can keep a secret,” he said.

  “And you will keep this secret,” I said to him, once again grinding our crotches together to emphasize my point.

  “And I will keep this a secret,” he said.

  I’m not sure who breathed the larger sigh of relief, Brian or me. He had lifted his head up and now I pushed him back down to the bed. I pressed my lips to his just as his hands made their way under my shirt again. I wanted to get laid that night and he was the closest contender. I wasn’t going to try and trade up any further.