Alexa’s Chronicles

I stretch my legs out and admire the beautiful white stockings sheathing my smooth white skin. The wind whistles through the palm trees just visible from the open air balcony as the warm tropical jasmine scent flows through the open sliding doors. The movement of air prickles my white skin, puckering into goosebumps across my forearms and exposed thighs.

I couldn't be happier, I pull a finger playfully through my styled red locks and sip my champagne. My name is Alexa and I wasn't always here. This is the story of how I got to where I am today, for this we have to go right back to my college years. It's a fun ride, I hope you'll stick around.

September 2020, London.

I had arrived in London for university a few days now and things were pretty overwhelming. I was from a pretty small village and had never spent much time in cities. London was a metropolis and it felt like a labyrinth. 
My parents had dropped me off with a few paltry possessions and waved goodbye. I had a small room and there was a shared sitting room and kitchen between my four other housemates. There were two girls, Claire and Sarah who were both blonde and quite pretty. Tom was a tall athletic guy and Mike who was in to computers. They were all decent enough but it wasn't really a group with much in common. 
I was the slim red head, I was not into team sports but athletics and swimming ensured I was still in pretty good shape, with long toned legs and slim. I took my learning seriously and the long hours in the library had meant I was most comfortable wearing my thick rimmed glasses. I had grown my hair out so it fell to my middle back in flowing lush red waves but I normally wore it up in a bun. Unusual for a guy, but we will get to that shortly.

My classes were a 15 minute walk through the busy streets, you could tell the neighbourhood was affluent as the historic buildings were well maintained and occupied as private houses or apartments, the streets were lined by trees just starting to make the turn to the reds and oranges of autumn. There was a buzzing coffee culture and I liked the place, it felt safe and happening all at the same time, a far cry from my little village.

Time for a little back story, so in the year or so before going to University I had started to feel I was different. While I dated girls and kissed them a few times, I could not shed doubts that this was not truly what I was looking for. Things just fizzled out. It was also at this time I had a real urge to grow my hair for some reason, I don't know why but just felt like it, it all seems to make sense to me now, maybe my body instinctively new before I did.

One night just after our graduation a few of us had been drinking and decided to have a swim in the lake as we did in the summer. We had dived in and the water was crisp and refreshing. One of the guys lived on the back of the lake so we went back to his to dry off.

They had a downstairs bathroom and I had quickly nipped inside to have a warm shower and wash the lake water off. I stripped off my clothes and underwear and got in the shower. I was lathering up when suddenly I heard the latch go, shit I must have forgot to lock the door in my tipsy state. Before I could do anything the shower curtain was pulled back and Liam, one of the guys barged in. "Move over" he said as he squeezed to the small shower cubicle, I did not feel comfortable at all and was pissed off. I also felt pretty embarrassed as I was naked, he didn't seem to care, maybe because he was used to public showers given all the sports he did. Liam was over 6 foot and very well built, compared to my more petite frame. He laughed and asked why I was covering myself, he swung round and I caught site of his cock. Words caught in my throat, it was so big, hanging there to what seemed like his knees! Like his height; there was no real comparison to my dick and I instantly felt self conscious but what was more disturbing was some inner feelings emanating from my core. Surely not, I couldn't be turned on? I washed up and got out the shower, my inner dialogue was spinning around and around about how it wasn't that, I was not turned on by the sight of a naked guy.

We stayed a bit and finished some drinks.

When I got home, I was barely through the front door when I could feel my cock pulsing. I was so horny, I got to my room and slid the hidden box from under my bed. I got the red pair of laced red French knickers and bra I had bought from the department store. I pulled them on and got into bed, switched the lights low and started to caress myself.

I sucked my fingers and pulled the bra cups down from my chest, swirling the wet finger tips across my nipples until they were hard. Meanwhile I gyrated up and down so my increasingly wet cock rubbed into the knickers lacing and duvet, I felt the coolness as the moist head pressed into the fabric. All the while an inner battle raged in my head, I was thinking of girls but the vision of Liam in the shower kept coming up into my minds eye. He was beckoning me. Whether it was the alcohol or just sheer horniness I am not sure but I stopped fighting and let the fantasy run.

He was there with me, pulling my panties down. I was on my knees and his cock was erect now in front of my face, I so wanted to suck it, so took two fingers and moved them in and out of my mouth, moaning at the thought of it.

In my vision he went further, turning me around. I was scared, is this ok, does this mean I am like a girl, do I not like girls anymore? The lust in me didn't allow the questions to hold. For the first time I moved a wet finger past my cock, glazing my perineum causing my whole crotch to clench in pleasure. Keep going, I moved further, tapping the moist finger tip against my butthole. It was a totally new sensation, pleasure rippled through my body.

In my minds eye, Liam had started to fuck me and I so wanted to replicate it. I gently pushed the finger against my wet butthole. It was firm and there was resistance but the ample saliva had meant the opening puckered around my finger, inviting me in. I went to the first knuckle and then the second. The pleasure was intense but I was craving more, before I knew it I was greedily sucking two fingers, rubbing my precum into them and then had two fingers inside my ass.

Head in the pillow, ass in the air I pulsed my two fingers in and out, hearing the soft noises of it all while I gyrated my wet cock into the bed below. After a while I sat up on the edge of the bed, putting the hand between my legs and two fingers back in my hole, I gyrated my body against the fingers, this angle was hitting something giving me immense pleasure, it took all my will not to whimper out.

After a few minutes I was thrusting and arching so hard against the fingers I felt a wave of emotion hit my whole body, I was shaking and hot spurts of cum erupted on to my belly. I lay back gasping, what was that!
I fell into a deep, satiated sleep.

In the morning I woke and had a sense of foreboding. I had to wrestle now with new realisations of what I was, things I wanted which had not been there before. 
With the build up to university and the frantic arrangements of the move, I had put all these thoughts to one side. But now I was settled in a new home, a big city with three years ahead. What will become of me, what will I do. The opportunity and sense of unknown gave me great excitement but also trepidation.

I pulled a small brown box from under my single bed, removed the red pair of knickers and bra and pulled them on. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked at myself in the mirror and sighed. Then I smiled.