Where it happened: My freshman dorm room
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 2
Category: Straight
All through high school, I had been scorned by women. Badly. I didn’t help things that I was a tall, gangly, pimply, socially abnormal geek. But by the time my senior year had drawn to a close, my muscles began catching up with my frame, and I began to look more and more like a human being. A *cute* human being. Being in the company of girl who had absolutely no interest in me sexually, was something I had grown accustomed to. Girls wanting to fuck me was something totally foreign to me.
I had figured that if I was going to have sex, it was going to be with some girl who wouldn’t care whether or not I totally fucked it up, and who I would never have to see again. That way, if I was good at it, I could be comfortable with it. If I was bad at it…..well, I went without sex for 18 years, what’s 18 more?
So there I was, sitting in the dorm lounge when these two girls walked in and asked where Dave’s room was. Dave was a guy who lived on my floor whom I’d only casually known. One of the girls explained that she was Dave’s girlfriend, while the other just smiled and watched me with the cutest brown eyes I’d seen. I pointed them down the hall.
As night rolled around, I decided to go watch people in the quad from the balcony in the lounge (I spent a lot of time there, OK?). There she was, leaning against the railing. She said her name was Sandra and she was out here because Dave and Amy (Dave’s girlfriend for those of you playing along) wanted to be alone, and she didn’t know when she’d be able to get back into her room.
This was my chance. For reasons too convoluted to go into here, my roommate was NEVER in my room. Ever. As a matter of fact, I hadn’t seen him for about 3 or 4 months at this time. For all intents and purposes, I had a double room all to myself. I had two couches, a bed, a TV, Fridge, stereo, etc, etc. It was a hell of a place. I even had these awesome ice-blue christmas lights all around my room. For a virgin, I was such a little pimp.
Anyway, we were out on the balcony and I told her that I had a couch that I could sleep on if she wanted a bed. I told her it would probably be better than sleeping in Dave’s room while he fucked his girlfriend. She agreed and moved her stuff into my room for the next three days.
This girl wasn’t exactly the sharpest knife in the drawer, but I didn’t care. This was perfect. She was cute, and she was gone in three days. The first night, I slept on the couch like a good boy while we talked for most of the night, hinting at the fact that we wanted to fuck each other. I went to classes the next day. The second night I was in bed with her, christmas lights on and all. We made out for what seemed like hours, stripped each other naked and had sex. I remember thinking, “This is IT? *THIS* is what I’ve been waiting for for so long? How lame. Somehow I expected more.” But then *she* started moving and moaning, increasing in pitch with each thrust. She locked her legs around me and wrapped her arms around my neck as she buried her face into my shoulder and let loose. I had experienced my first female orgasm. “I’ve never come like that before.” she said. This is when I realized that sex for me is only enjoyable if she enjoys it. The next day, I skipped all of my classes and had sex for most of the next day. We pretty much passed out that night, and she left on the morning of the third day. I haven’t seen her since, but that’s what I wanted in the first place, isn’t it?
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