Sylvie’s Plan First Time

Hi everyone. My name is Scoobisnacks and I am a first time author. I have been a reader of Literotica for years and finally decided to try my hand at writing my own . This is part 1 and part two is already coming along nicely. I hope you all enjoy it! I look forward to your feedback and growing as an author.

Special thanks to BernadetteRochelle, Chris6160, and Shelleycat1 for agreeing to beta read and edit for me. Their feedback was invaluable.

The day was May 23rd, and Sylvie had had her birthday a few days ago. She laughed softly as a thought ran through her head.

Sylvie is 24 and tomorrow she’ll be a whore!

She found it kind of funny, because at the moment she was still a virgin. In fact, she had never even been kissed.

Sylvie was a senior in college. She had taken a couple of years off after high school to just explore what was out there and figure out what she wanted to do. When she figured out that she really wanted to be an evolutionary biologist she decided to go to school.

College was perfect for Sylvie. The education tailored to her specific interest really helped her autistic brain keep a hyperfocus. All in all, her autism wasn’t that bad.

I mean, at least I’m functional.

The thought was a grateful one. As Sylvie ran her hands over her freshly shaven legs, ensuring that she hadn’t missed any hair, she let her mind wander.

Her friends, Jake and Anna, always joked with her about her autism. It felt good to joke about it. Yes, her autism sucked sometimes. Sometimes, though, it was like she just understood things so easily that others struggled to grasp.

Sylvie had learned to mask and mimic other people, and most of the time people generally accepted her. She still slipped from time to time. It was hard always pretending to be normal. She had difficulty reading social cues and many of the social norms that just made sense to everyone else didn’t make any sense to her. She “stepped in it”, as her dad liked to say, regularly. As Sylvie saw things, her autism was the major reason she struggled to connect with others, and that was why she still hadn’t experienced .

As Sylvie became satisfied with her shaving, she shut off the water and stepped out of the small shower stall. The shower only had room for a single person to stand, and didn’t have a tub.

Still, nice to have one all to myself.

Sylvie grabbed her wet brush and started working it through her thick hair. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have , she did. In fact, she felt desperate! It wasn’t that she was unattractive, either. At least she didn’t think so. She set the brush down and wiped the steam from the bathroom mirror. Fresh out of the shower on the morning of her last day as a virgin, Sylvie scrutinized herself in her birthday suit.

She was exactly 5 ft tall. Her Irish heritage had given her pale skin that was highlighted here and there with a natural flush from the heat of the shower. It also gave her the dark hair that she resumed brushing out, dripping water onto the bathmat.

Sylvie’s dark hair hung down in a wet sheet to just below the middle of her back after she finished brushing. It had enough natural wave to it that it hung a few inches shorter when dry. Her hair was dark enough that it stood out in stark contrast against her pale skin. Though this made her body hair highly visible, she rarely shaved.

Why bother? Who was ever going to see it?

Someone is going to see everything tomorrow.

Sylvie had never seen herself completely shaved everywhere and liked how she looked without body hair. Her decision to shave this morning was part of her plan for tomorrow, and she was pleased with it. She actually felt a little y.

I just might stay shaved.

Sylvie looked into her own eyes in the mirror. They were large and blue, and apparently looked perpetually startled. She didn’t see it, but her friends assured her it was so. She assumed they saw a startled look because her dark eyebrows and eyelashes stood out so starkly against the background of pale skin and bright, blue eyes.

At least I’ll never need eyeliner.

The sarcasm in that thought was palpable. She liked her eyes and nose and lips. They weren’t anything she was vain about, but the slight upturn to the end of her small nose and the upward curve to the corners of her pink lips prevented her from having resting bitch face. She felt comfortable with them. Her ears stuck out a bit more at the top than at her earlobes.

Don’t models glue their ears back?

Sylvie was petite in build in addition to being so short, weighing in at 101 lbs. according to her bathroom scale. She ran her tiny hands down her sides, her delicate fingers tracing the shape of her body. Her torso tapered in at the waist in what she assessed as a pleasing feminine shape before it flared out at her hips again. She didn’t have enough padding to really be curvy. Instead, she looked thin. Not sickly or anorexic or even bony, just thin. She sighed.

I know it is a blessing to be thin, but shit! What I wouldn’t give to have bigger tits and a curvier ass.

Sylvie’s smallish Bcup breasts rode high on her chest. She supposed they were nicely shaped. They were certainly perky, but that had a lot to do with their size. She had seen women in porn that were her age and body type but had much larger breasts. When they weren’t fake, they hung down a little. Not a lot at the age of 24 unless they were massive, but a little. She wanted tits that could have cleavage. Tits that a man could really have fun with.

Instead, she had smoothly rounded mounds protruding from her chest whose underside was clearly visible in the mirror as the stood up straight. She really wasn’t all that disappointed in them. They were big enough that they could be grabbed.

Why couldn’t I have nicer nipples?

Her areolas were the size of quarters and a soft, pink hue which darkened a little as they became her nipples. She was happy with that, but her quarterinch wide nipples protruded out a full half of an inch! She had measured! They looked like overly long pencil erasers.

Sighing over her imperfections, Sylvie moved her attention past her flat tummy and to her hips, thighs, and ass. Her hips flared out from her small waist pleasingly, but that had more to do with inheriting her mom’s wide pelvis than anything else.

Thanks, mom.

The thought was genuine and made Sylvie smile.

I have to remember to call her and dad later.

Her thighs were nothing special. Smooth and pale like the rest of her body, they were thin enough to create a thigh gap. Some women made having a thigh gap their singular goal. She didn’t see the big deal there, personally. Right inside her thigh gap was Sylvie’s bald pussy.

Hey girly. You ready for tomorrow?

Sylvie looked at her own pussy in the mirror as though she expected to hear an answer. Her smooth outer lips nearly met in the middle, the barest outer edge of her inner lips being visible.

Yeah, you’ve been ready for a long time, huh? Not much longer.

Sylvie bent over and inspected her pale pink mound to ensure she hadn’t missed any hair when shaving. It was easier to inspect her pussy out of the shower. Satisfied with the quality of her shave, she stood up straight.

Sylvie twisted around the best that she could so she could try and see her ass in the mirror, gave up, and looked at herself sideways. Her ass was nicely curved. It protruded from her rear enough that no one would ever call it flat, but by no means would they describe it as juicy, or a bubble butt, or… She needed to move on.

I’m not going to let my insecurities ruin my day!

Sylvie was neither stupid nor ignorant of what men found attractive. Though she had never shown herself to a man and gotten his feedback, based on what men typically liked she thought that they would like her too. At least she fervently hoped so, butterflies rising in her stomach as she contemplated her plan. Tomorrow was going to be a major day in her life, one way or another.

You’re finally going to get what you’ve been salivating over for so long, you dirty girl. You’re going to be an absolute slut, and you’re going to love it.

Sylvie felt her body start to respond to her thoughts and looked at her pussy.

Same goes for you, girly. Just one more day.

Sylvie laughed softly to herself at her own silliness. She wrapped her hair in one towel and dried her body with another, then went ahead with her maintenance ritual. That’s how she thought of the process of caring for herself. She assumed most women saw their routine differently than she did.

I mean, they talk about it differently than I do.

She’d heard others use words like “primp” or phrases like “treating yourself”. Most often, other women she knew referred to it as their “beauty regimen”. She didn’t view it that way. She saw her maintenance ritual as necessary and for the same reason she regularly got her car serviced. She just wanted her face and body to stay in the best condition possible.

It only makes sense.

After finishing in the bathroom Sylvie opened the door and stepped into her dorm room, her bare feet enjoying the rough texture of the burl carpeting. Her campus only had a few dorms with private rooms that had private baths. Because the rooms were scarce most students had roommates and access to locker room style bathrooms. These more private rooms were reserved for seniors, and she had been really enjoying hers for the past school year.

She HATED being undressed around other people. She always felt so exposed, even when in a stall with a pulled curtain or closed door. She didn’t want anyone to see her. She feared seeing judgement written on their faces when they looked. The thought of seeing arousal, on the other hand, made her shiver.

If he was tall and handsome, with dark hair and kind eyes. Revealing myself and seeing lust on that man’s…

Sylvie shook herself out of the fantasy. Today was important for her future. She was presenting her Capstone Project to a panel of her professors today and she didn’t have time to make herself cum right now. Her body had been responding to her train of thought and she certainly didn’t need to be turned on while speaking in front of the panel.

That part of the plan is for later.

Assuming her presentation went well, and she had every reason to believe that it would, she would graduate with a degree in biology.

And then, onward!

Sylvie wanted to go all the way and earn her PhD, but first things needed to happen first for a reason. So, she dressed herself in her usual style; comfy white cotton panties and a white cotton bra that was worn more out of habit than out of need, white ankle socks, faded baggy blue jeans, an oversized forestgreen sweater, comfy grey canvas flats for shoes, and her long mane of hair in a thick braid she wore over her shoulder.

Sylvie could admit to herself, though she would never say out loud, that dressing in such baggy clothing was her way of hiding from the world. She knew that dressing like this wasn’t exactly conducive to attracting a man, but dressing in a more revealing way felt so violating! She wanted to avoid notice.

I don’t even want my picture taken.

She wasn’t shy. In fact, Sylvie had gotten herself into many messes by being the exact opposite of shy. She had brought up the topic of cannibalism at Thanksgiving dinner last November simply because the stray thought had crossed her mind, and she figured it could be interesting to talk about.

Her uncle Michael had been so disgusted that he stopped eating. Sylvie didn’t even notice that people were bothered by the topic at first and tried a few times to get them to share their thoughts on the matter. Her younger brother John saved her by saying, “My thoughts are that we should talk about something else” while tapping her foot with his own. Sylvie loved John for so many reasons. He really was an amazing brother. Helping her read the room when she needed it was one of the ways he showed how much he cared.

My friends do the same thing for me. I’ll probably need someone to do that for me forever.

That wasn’t exactly a cheery thought. Sylvie grabbed her travel mug, filled as usual with coffee that had a splash of real cream, and headed out the door. She put in her wireless earbuds and started listening to the same playlist of video game soundtracks that she listened to every day. She needed her mood to change. She had been so introspective and selfcritical all morning, which wasn’t always a bad thing.

How can anyone ever improve themselves if they refuse to acknowledge the places where they need improvement?

Now wasn’t the time. Right now, she needed to kick ass! As the orchestral score climbed in volume in her ears she waited, standing as still as possible. This little ritual of hers was something she loved. A smile grew on Sylvie’s face as she listened and waited.

Suddenly, the sound of an electric guitar riff blasted out. The mix of sounds made Sylvie behave as though someone had thrown a switch. Immediately she was in confident motion, striding down the hall and out of her dorm building. By the time she had reached the lecture hall where she would present her project her mood had shifted significantly. She felt pumped up!

Sitting alone in a meeting room near the admissions office, Sylvie was waiting for her friends to arrive. They had all volunteered to show visiting high school seniors around the campus this week, and the meeting this afternoon was where they would learn the details.

Her Capstone Project presentation had gone well, thankfully. She had practiced it many times and even memorized the moments when she would pause, when she would laugh, when she would do everything. When the time came to perform that’s exactly what she did. She repeated exactly what she had rehearsed.

Thanks, past me for rehearsing so much!

Sylvie was grateful for all the practice because not one, but TWO of the male professors on the panel were wearing snug, formfitting pants. She could clearly see the outline of their cocks! It was incredibly distracting. Not only was she feeling viciously desperate to finally experience but knowing what was in store for her tomorrow was leaving her almost constantly in a minor state of arousal. She even had to fight off ual fantasies that kept popping in to say “hi”.

In her first fantasy she would strip and watch those cocks grow hard. She was no longer afraid, but confident. It was such an erotic thought. Seeing the men set to evaluate her mind grow hard at the sight of her body. Watching the lust, the need, show on their faces.

I want to turn someone on. I want to be the reason they’re horny.

After fighting that fantasy back, her mind immediately tried to oneup itself. She would walk up to one of them and get down on her knees. After fishing his cock out of his pants, she would savor it, worship it, make it cum down her throat.

I want to taste a man so bad!

Her imagination even came up with a whole scenario on the fly while she was speaking about DNA. She would be forced to pick a cock to ride while giving her presentation. It was considered part of the exam to see if she could keep her head on straight while one of her professors’ cocks fucked her silly. Could she continue to explain the finer points of her project while orgasms racked her body? Did she lose her focus when she felt her professor’s cock explode inside of her, filling her pussy with his load? For what felt like the millionth time she tried to imagine what a man cumming inside her pussy must feel like.

Can you feel the cum?

Oh yes, Sylvie was grateful for her preparation. She was also grateful that four out of the eight professors on the panel were women. She wasn’t sure it mattered so much to the fairness or quality of her evaluation, but the women on the panel gave her something to keep swinging her focus back towards. A tool that she could use to fight the fantasies that continued to frustrate her.

The panel liked Sylvie’s work. She was thrilled! She had left them suitably impressed but it wasn’t like she blew a new hole in their understanding of biology or anything. Good thing that’s not what they were looking for. She had graduated! The upcoming capandgown ceremony was a formality, and one Sylvie thought was important, but for all intents and purposes she was done.

It feels so good to be done!

Summer break was technically starting in a week. This last week of school was typically used for students to present their Capstone Projects as well as perform any makeup work they need to do. Sylvie was all done. Instead of rushing to complete her work, she was going to play tour guide and try to share how much she loved this school.

Hopefully some of them decided to attend here. This meeting was to show her how the school wanted things done and to set the schedule. Her plan was in motion, and it was difficult to control the butterflies in her stomach.

I need to cum!

Sylvie sat up straight at the realization. She wasn’t sure which part of her brain was working out what she needed, but when it had the answer that answer was asserted, promptly and loudly. It made sense; her plans for tomorrow were titillating. Between the excitement and nervous anticipation, and the fantasies that she couldn’t stop from playing in her mind, she had been turned on all day. She needed to relax.

Yep, I need to cum alright.

Sylvie was brought out of her thoughts by the sound of the meeting room door opening. She looked up to see Anna and Jake walk in. Smiling, she waved at them.

“Hey guys!” she called out. “Feel good to be done?”

Both of their faces lit up with grins. Sylvie was glad both Jake and Anna opted to do their presentations today. That meant they could all be officially done together. They had each sent a message to their group chat as they finished, so Sylvie already knew they had done well.

“Wut up, nerd?” asked Jake with a smile as he swung his jeansclad leg over the back of a chair. His tall frame slouched down in the seat as he made himself comfortable. He ran his hand over his dark stubble beard, still not used to the new growth.

“Nerd? That describes all of us, you doofus,” retorted Anna with a laugh as she gave Sylvie a hug and took the third seat at the small table. Her fiery ginger hair was kinky rather than curly, and today she had worn it up.

“I’ll have you know I am more of a geek,” Jake said in a mock somber tone. “There is a difference, and I’ll thank you to respect it!”

Sylvie and Anna were both silent for about the space of a heartbeat and then they both groaned in unison at the bad joke. That set off the laughter that the joke failed to produce.

“Girly! Did you run back to your room and get off yet?” Anna asked, her mossgreen eyes sparkling with mirth as she leaned forward conspiratorially.

I love my friends.

Sylvie grinned mentally and that caused a real one. In addition to telling her friends that she had passed, she had also messaged the group chat about her fantasies during the presentation. She was proud and excited that her practice had paid off so well.

Yay autism!

Jake and Anna were more interested in the problem than they were the solution.

“No, not yet,” Sylvie admitted. “I had just enough time for lunch and then I came here.”

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