Corey was happy the semester was finally over. His first term at college was fun, but it was challenging. He found high school to be pretty easy, even though he took honors classes – and then AP classes – in math and science. But when he got to college – where lots of people were as smart as he was – he had to work a lot harder to keep up with the pace. He was also taking advanced classes as a freshman because he had received some college credit from his AP classes.

The funny thing about it was that he LIKED the challenge. He especially liked the advanced Physics class he was taking, since it gave a scientific explanation of things everyone experiences in the world every day. And he liked the challenge of proving he could do the work. He always loved JFK’s speech about going to the moon, when he said, “we choose to go to the moon not because it is easy but because it is hard.” Whenever Corey repeated the line, he always dropped the ‘R’ on the last word and did a terrible job of trying to replicate JFK’s Boston accent, pronouncing the last word “h-a-a-a-a-d”.

But now he could relax for a few weeks during Christman break. He lived less than two hours away, and his parents texted to say they’d be at the dorm in fifteen minutes.

When their car pulled up, Corey walked outside, rolling one suitcase with some clothes. He was surprised when the back door opened, and his sister, Melissa, stepped out. Suddenly he had a huge smile on his face.

“Melissa!” he yelled. “I didn’t think you were back yet.”

Melissa was two years older than Corey and went to a different college. She had told him she’d be home the day after him.

“I wanted to surprise you,” she said, just before the two embraced. “Good to see you, Corey!”

The two siblings were always very close even though they were, in some respects, very different. Corey was generally quiet, shy, and uncomfortable in groups of people who weren’t his friends. Melissa, on the other hand, could show up on another planet at a party with aliens, and within ten minutes, she’d know all the aliens’ names, and they’d all love her. She was very popular in high school; he was not. She dated a lot in high school; he did not.

Corey looked up to his sister in many ways. Even though she was beautiful and very popular, she was very down-to-earth. Some of the other pretty, popular girls in high school were real snobs. They wouldn’t even consider talking to a nerd like Corey. But Melissa was friends with everyone. She had some friends from the Pom Squad, some friends from her honor classes (some of whom were a little nerdy, like Corey), and random friends she had just made over the years. When some of her “popular” friends made bitchy comments about someone – especially about “nerdy guys” – Melissa would call them out. Corey wasn’t sure if she was explicitly trying to defend him or just not tolerating someone being a jerk. But it always made him respect her even more when she’d go against the crowd and defend people.

As they drove home, everyone asked Corey about finals. Corey caught up with Melissa, since they didn’t talk a lot the prior week when they were both studying for finals. On the way home, they stopped for lunch. Corey smiled when they were all piled into a booth, with Melissa next to him and his parents on the other side. It reminded him of his childhood, when they’d go out as a family and laugh and make fun of each other. He had friends who had older sisters, but none of them got along like he and Melissa did. He always appreciated Melissa – probably more than she realized.

That night, after everyone got ready for bed, Corey was sitting up in his bed surfing the web on his phone when he heard a knock on his door.

“Come in,” he yelled.

Melissa walked in wearing a t-shirt and shorts, her standard sleeping outfit. She sat on Corey’s bed and started asking more questions about his first semester. Once again, Corey smiled to himself as this was another event that reminded him of his childhood. Melissa would often plop on his bed to talk to him about everything and anything. When he started middle school, and then high school, she also tried to give him pep talks about girls. He was obviously very shy and didn’t date in high school, and Melissa always tried to convince him that girls would like him if he just tried.

So, he wasn’t surprised when Melissa finally got around to asking if he had gone out with any girls. When he said he hadn’t, Melissa again turned into his personal life coach and biggest cheer leader, telling him he didn’t realize that he’s a good-looking guy and that any girl would like him if he just talked to them. While he appreciated Melissa’s concern and confidence in him, this was not one of the conversations he enjoyed. Like when he was in high school, Melissa left a little frustrated and definitely feeling sad for her brother.

ON the following Monday, Melissa had a few of her high school friends over. They were sitting outside, just catching up on everyone’s last semester. One of the Taksim travesti girls asked about Corey and how he liked college. Melissa let them know he was doing well, but she briefly mentioned that he’s still as shy as he ever was. She told them she felt bad he didn’t have the confidence to talk to girls.

As soon as she heard that, Olivia smiled to herself. Back in high school, she was EXACTLY like Corey. She was shy around boys and didn’t think they were interested in her. It didn’t help that some of her friends – including Melissa – were absolutely beautiful. Some of the cheerleaders had big, curly blond hair, big boobs, and big personalities. They knew how to do their hair and apply makeup – a little too much, in Olivia’s opinion – to look like movie stars. Olivia had a thinner body, full B-cup breasts, and stick-straight, pitch-black hair that went halfway down her back. She had big, brown eyes which many would find to be alluring. But she just didn’t understand how attractive she was.

She was still uncomfortable around boys when she left for college, but her freshman year roommate fixed that. She was a year older, and she told Olivia she was making it “her personal project” to help Olivia come out of her shell. She was fine around girls – she only got nervous around guys. So, her roommate dragged her to every party she went to and forced her into situations where she had to talk to guys. It was a very painful couple of months before she finally found a guy whom she found easy to talk to. She also thought he was hot, and he ended up being the one to take her virginity. Once she got “over the hump”, the damn broke. She suddenly realized she COULD talk to guys, that some guys thought she was hot, and sex was fun!

She felt bad for Corey – she remembered how miserable she was before her “awakening”.

She was jolted out of her thoughts when she heard, “Hello! Earth to Olivia. Are you there?”

“Huh?” she asked, realizing the other girls were looking at her.

“I said we were going to go out for lunch and then go to the mall,” Melissa said. “Are you good with that?”

“Actually, I’m not feeling great. I think I’m going to head home. I’ll catch up with you guys later.”

“You sure?” Melissa asked. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I just didn’t sleep well last night, and I’m kinda’ tired,” Olivia responded.

“Okay,” Melissa said, we’re going to head out.

“Okay. I’m gonna go say hi to Corey and then leave,” Olivia said.

As the other girls headed out, Olivia went inside and up the stairs. She had been in Melissa’s house a million times, so she felt quite comfortable being there without her. When she got to Corey’s room, she knocked.

“Come in,” she heard.

She opened the door, and Corey was sitting at his desk where he had been looking through email. He turned when the door opened, and he smiled. He always liked Olivia.

“Hi, Corey,” she said with a smile.

“Hey, Olivia. How ya’ doing?”

“I’m good,” she said. “How about you?”

“No complaints,” Corey said.

They chatted for a little while before Olivia said, “Melissa said you haven’t done much dating at school.”

Corey looked embarrassed and was a little pissed at his sister.

“Why would she tell you that?” he asked.

“It just came out when someone asked how you were doing. Nothing to be upset about,” she said.

“It’s just not easy…” he said, with his voice trailing off.

“You know,” Olivia said, “I used to be the same way. You know how shy I was.”

“Yeah, I suppose.”

“But my roommate really forced me into situations where I’d HAVE to talk to guys, and eventually it wasn’t so hard. Hey, I’ve got an idea. Come here.”

“What?” he asked, given they were already in the same room.

“I said stand up. Now!” she said with a laugh.

Corey got up and walked toward her. She walked into the hallway, outside his room, and then stopped. He followed her.

“Okay, let’s pretend we’re at a party and there’s some music playing.”

Corey laughed.

“Seriously? Pretend we’re at a party?”

“Shut up and listen to me. Yes, pretend we’re at a party.”

“Oh, okay,” Corey said in the most sarcastic voice possible. “I’m at a party.”

“Okay,” Olivia continued, “now pretend you see me, and you think I’m hot.”

“Well, that doesn’t take any pretending,” he said.

Olivia pulled her head back with a shocked look.

“You think I’m hot?”

Now Corey was embarrassed and looked down.

“Well, of course I think you’re hot. Who wouldn’t?”

Olivia was still surprised, but she ignored the comment for now.

“Okay, so…” Then she moved a few feet down the hallway. “So, you decide to come talk to me.”

Corey looked at her.

“Let’s go Corey. Remember? You think I’m hot, so you come over to talk to me. Come here.”

Corey walked the few feet to where Olivia was leaning against the wall.

“Hi, I’m Olivia,” she says.

Corey looks at her as if she’s crazy, but when Olivia Taksim travesti raises her eyebrows and holds her arms up with her palms up in a “your turn” gesture, Corey finally goes, “Oh, hi. I’m Corey.”

“Hey, look at that,” Olivia says, “you’re talking to a girl.”

“So, do you like this music?” Olivia asks.

Corey finally decides to play the game.

“Yeah, they’re not too bad.”

“Have you seen many bands on campus,” she asks.

Without thinking too much, Corey replies, talking about some bands he’s seen.

“See,” Olivia said. “Once you get going, it’s not so bad. Now, if the girl is smiling at you a lot or maybe putting her hand on your arms when she’s talking, like this…” and she places her hands on Corey’s upper arm, “then it means she’s into you and wants to keep talking. But after a while, maybe she says, ‘It’s kind of loud here. You wanna go talk in my room?’ That’s a good sign.”

Olivia puts her hand on Corey’s arm and leans into him as she says, “It’s kind of loud here. You wanna go talk in my room?”

Corey chuckles and says, “Yeah, sure.”

Olivia grabs his hand in hers and walks the three feet to Corey’s room and pulls him inside. She closes the door and locks it.

“So, if she invites you to her room, it probably means she likes you and wants to get to know you better. Maybe she wants to make out. If she doesn’t immediately go and sit down but is standing, walk up to her and put your hands on her waist, like this.”

Olivia put her hands on his waist, but Corey left his hanging down.

“Hey,” she said, “are you listening?” she said with a little chuckle. “We just came to my room, and I didn’t sit down. Put your hands on my waist like this.”

Corey smiled. He didn’t know why Olivia wanted to play this game, but he didn’t want her to get mad at him. So, he put his hands on her waist.

“So, if you get this far, she definitely wants to at least kiss you,” Olivia said. “You should lean in and give her your best kiss.”

Corey nodded, as if he understood.

After a couple of seconds, Olivia said, “I’m waiting.”

“Huh?”

“I said, you should lean in and give this hot girl a kiss.”

Suddenly Corey realized Olivia really expected him to do this. Now. Here. With her. He wasn’t sure why, but he thought he’d better do something. He leaned his head forward about an inch. Olivia smiled to herself but was happy he moved at all. She figured she’d better show him. She leaned forward, closed her eyes, and placed her lips on his. Corey didn’t move at first, but, finally, he realized she was serious. So, he started kissing her.

He couldn’t believe this was happening. He had kissed a few girls, but nobody as hot as Olivia. His sister’s friend. When Olivia opened her mouth, Corey did the same. When he felt her tongue enter his mouth, he moved his hands behind Olivia’s waist and pulled her against him just a bit as they enjoyed a passionate kiss.

Olivia was surprised he pulled her against him, and she could tell he was getting hard. She liked the feeling. A lot. And she started getting excited, herself.

After five minutes of wonderful kissing, Olivia pulled her head back and smiled.

“That was nice, Corey. Real nice.”

Corey just looked at her quietly with a smile on his face.

“So obviously she likes making out, but now you have to figure out if she’s interested in something more. You’re in her room… by the way,” she said, looking around as if to take in the whole room, “do you like the way I decorated my room?”

Corey looked around and smiled.

“Yes, I do. It’s very nice. We seem to have similar tastes.”

“So, now it gets even more fun. If you’re in her room and she’s been kissing you, she might want more. But you’ve got to go slowly, because you can’t assume anything. If you do something and she stops you or says no, that’s okay. That just means she’s not ready for it yet. So go back to kissing her. From my long-term experience kissing you, she’ll like more of that.”

They both smiled.

“So, something you can do that lets her know you’re interested in a little more without freaking her out is when you’re kissing her, move one of your hands onto her ass and give it some gentle squeezes. If she doesn’t object, keep your hand there and pull her against you. If she says ‘uh-uh’ or moves your hand off her butt, that’s fine. Just move your hand back to her waist and keep kissing. Let’s try that.”

Corey tried to process what he heard. Did she really say, “let’s try that”?

When Olivia started moving her head forward, Corey leaned forward, and they started kissing again. Not believing he was really doing this, he slid one hand down onto Olivia’s ass and gave it a little squeeze. It felt incredible. Olivia softly moaned and Corey pulled her against him. She started rubbing her pelvis a little bit against Corey’s hard dick, and he let out his own groan. They continued kissing and Corey continued squeezing Olivia’s ass, and they were both Travesti taksim very excited.

After another ten minutes, Olivia again pulled her head away from him, but he left his hand on her ass.

“Mmmm,” she said, “you’re very good at this. You must be very experienced.” This made Corey laugh. “You should be feeling pretty good about how it’s going with your hot friend by now,” she said, smiling at calling herself a ‘hot friend’. “So now you need to take the next step, again being subtle to let her bow out gracefully if she wants to. So, keeping the one hand on her butt, slide your other hand up her side.”

Corey did as instructed. His hand was getting dangerously close to Olivia’s breast.

“Keep going until your hand is just touching the side of her breast. Don’t try to grab it – just VERY SLOWLY and VERY GENTLY move your hand against the side of her breast.”

As Corey did this, Olivia let out a soft sigh.

“She’ll give you a sign if she doesn’t want you to do that, and you can move your hand away. But if she doesn’t object, stick out your thumb and gently stroke her breast. Go ahead.”

Again, Corey could not believe what Olivia just said. He took a deep breath, stuck out his thumb, and let it softly stroke her breast. He was so excited, he thought he might pass out. Olivia closed her eyes for a second.

“Mmm,” Olivia said, and she smiled as she stared at Corey.

“If you don’t get a negative reaction – and especially if you get a positive reaction, like your girl moaning – slide your hand onto her breast.”

Corey just stared at Olivia. Neither of them was smiling anymore. They each wore a different look – one of excitement. After what seemed like an eternity, Corey slid his hand onto Olivia’s breast and gave it a gentle squeeze, and they both groaned. Olivia leaned in to kiss Corey as his one hand was still squeezing her ass and the other was squeezing her breast, and it was a passionate kiss. Corey could feel Olivia’s hard nipple push against his hand.

After five minutes, Olivia pulled away again.

“Corey,” she said very softly, “take my shirt off.”

Corey’s entire body jerked against her when he heard that. He looked at her with raised eyebrows, and she nodded. Corey reluctantly removed one hand from her butt and the other from her breast as he grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and started lifting it up. Olivia put her arms straight up to accommodate the removal. As the hem of the shirt went over Olivia’s head and her breasts were uncovered, he could see the darker color of her areola through her lace bra; he stopped to stare. Unfortunately, Olivia’s head was totally covered by her shirt.

“Corey, don’t stop.”

Corey realized Olivia couldn’t see anything since her head was stuck in the shirt, so he continued pulling up and finally got the shirt completely off. He held the shirt in his hand while he continued staring at Olivia’s breasts.

“Toss the shirt, Corey, and feel my breasts,” she whispered.

He quickly threw the shirt on a chair and moved both hands to her breasts. This felt even better than before – for both of them.

“If the girl turns around, Corey, that means she wants you to take off her bra.”

As soon as she said it, Olivia turned around. Corey hesitated for just a second but then unhooked her bra. As soon as it was undone, Olivia turned back around, holding her bra against her. She stared at Corey, and he stared at her, but his eyes kept darting between her eyes and her hands covering her breasts. Finally, Olivia pulled her bra off and tossed it on the chair. Corey’s eyes got very big, seeing his first live pair of naked breasts. She had dark red areolas, and her nipples were very hard.

“Oh, God, Olivia. You are beautiful!”

This time, he didn’t wait for Olivia’s instructions. Thanks to millions of years of men’s brains being programmed to know what to do when they see naked breasts, Corey raised both his hands and cupped both of her bare breasts, again causing both of them to moan. He gently squeezed them.

“That’s good, Corey,” Olivia breathily said.

He removed one hand and leaned down to put his mouth over her nipple. When he flicked his tongue over her nipple, Olivia instinctively grabbed his head as she whimpered. After a few seconds, he pulled his head away just to be able to look at her breasts again before returning his mouth to her nipple.

After a few minutes of him massaging and kissing her breasts, she pushed Corey away and stared at him. Both were breathing heavily.

“Remember,” she said through her deep breaths, “you can never assume the girl wants to go further. But it’s a really good sign she wants more if she rubs your dick.”

And, before she finished the sentence, she put her hand on Corey’s hard dick and rubbed it.

Corey let out a loud groan, and Olivia quickly thought about her next moves. She was incredibly excited and incredibly wet. She was no longer just trying to help Corey – now she had her own needs. She really wanted Corey inside her. Two things flashed through her mind. First, since Corey had never fucked a girl before, he was probably going to come really quickly. But, fortunately, he was young and should recover soon.

Olivia squatted in front of Corey and lifted his shirt up over his waist.