Jessie

AdrianErrikson

Chapter I

Jessie left the empty house behind her, climbing into her classic 66 yellow

Mustang. Backing out of the drive, she slowly drove the beautifully restored convertible through her small hometown.

Jessie was a gorgeous blonde coed just home from her freshmen year at

Arizona University. She was trim, athletic, with long legs, supple thighs, and a rounded ass that turned heads. Her hair was long, curled around her face, thick and healthy. She had a full mouth, perfectly white teeth, and eyes with an intensely beautiful dark green color. As she drove through town, every male who saw her stared. She was the perfect picture of the sex drenched young beauty that boys and men have dreamed about forever. She had the world at her beckon command, and appeared the picture of someone who had it all.

But Jessie was worried, and very afraid. As she drove, she didn't pay attention to the stares she received. Instead her mind relived the past few weeks, going over detailed memories and almost frantically seeking a way out of the dilemma she was forcing her to drive towards her destination.

Three weeks ago, Jessie had returned to her dorm room after a tennis match with a friend. Tossing her items on a chair, she quickly stripped out of her tennis skirt and shirt, standing in front of the air conditioning vent soaking up the cool air in just her panties and bra. Her eyes closed, her head thrown back, she allowed the cool air to caress her soft silky skin.

Over the past year, Jessie had slowly relaxed her modesty. Though her roommate, Ashley, might walk it, she didn't care if she was in her underwear or not. It was Ashley, in fact, who had helped Jessie relax, for she usually wore only panties, not caring that her breasts were exposed to Jessie's sight. It had taken a few months, but Jessie had begun to accept Ashley's exposure, and it no longer bothered her.

Jessie noticed the packet of mail on her bed. Picking it up, she quickly tossed several pieces of junk mail before looking at the large Manila envelope. There wasn't a return address, but the postmark was from the rural

Colorado town where Jessie was from.

Curious, she opened the envelope, turning it over on her bed as she sat down, dumping the contents out to spill in a pile on her covers..