The Best Four Years (Year 1)

You knew they were gonna cry despite them promising that they wouldn’t. Mom was bawling. Even dad had a few tears. It was ok. It wasn’t everyday you dropped your only child off at college. It was a rite of passage for all parents you assumed. In a sense you knew you would miss them. But right now you just wanted them gone. You felt bad. You loved them both dearly… but college was going to be the best 4 years of your life… and that didn’t start until they left.

You wanted the freedom to unpack your stuff on your own. To start to set up the room the way you wanted it. Your roommate had said she wouldn’t be getting here till tomorrow, and you wanted to take advantage of that and stake your claim on things before she got here.

Unpacking was easy. The hardest part was trying to make all of your clothes fit into the tiny closet. You had almost filled up the dresser and the closet and still had one whole suitcase left. You took a few minutes to take stock of things.

“Ok I just need a few more hangers and two of those bins I can keep under my bed and I’ll be set.” You said aloud to the empty dorm room that would be your home for the next nine months. “I guess it’s time to go shopping.”

On your way out the door you stopped to check your reflection in the mirror you had brought with you from home. You were tall for a girl. Especially for a girl your age you thought. At 5’9” you’d always been one of the tallest girls in your class. It had meant you’d always been picked first for sports, and it had helped that you’d always been naturally athletic.

The constant practices and workouts had kept you thin and fit. Though today that athletic body, as well as your large D-cup tits were hidden under a baggy college sweatshirt. You did admire your long toned legs that were shown off beneath your short athletic shorts.

Finally your long naturally blonde hair blonde had been set in a messy bun on top of your head. Deciding that it was maybe a little too messy for your liking for the trek to the store, you pulled it back into a much neater ponytail. Finally you hid the sparkle of your deep blue eyes behind your favorite pair of sunglasses and you were off.