College Life


I moved into my dorm a week before classes were to start my freshman
year. I was attending the largest university in my state on various
scholarships.  I found myself two and a half hours from home, with the
closest thing to freedom I had yet experienced.

I had changed quite a bit from my early adventures in high school. I
was much more confident, especially in my sexuality. As you can
imagine, college life opened up a number of horizons for me.

I moved into one of the high-rise dorms on campus -- 10 stories of
coeds. Each floor had 4 wings, each wing consisting of 10 rooms,
usually with two students each, plus a bathroom with a number of
stalls, showers and sinks. My roommate was Ellen, a quiet, bookish
girl with a delightful southern drawl.  Though quiet, El was very
friendly and would eventually turn into a close friend and confidant.

After my parents left, and once I had my clothes unpacked and mostly
settled, El and I walked a few blocks and arrived in the downtown
area.  This was one of the reasons I wanted to attend this college. We
quickly found a place to eat, and spent the next two hours getting
acquainted.

Ellen was very cute. She was short, like me, with larger breasts. A
bit larger than me all around, actually, but not fat. Just... curvier,
I guess. She had shoulder-length blond hair, hazel eyes, very cute
smile.  She wore modest clothes, her hair simply hanging down, small
wire frames perched on her nose.

About halfway through this time a guy came up, introduced himself as
Jim (no connection to the fellow in previous stories) and proceeded to
ask Ellen out.  She blushed, and couldn't really respond. He seemed
unsure of what to do; I'm sure he could have handled rejection, but
her blushing and stammering didn't give him a clue as to how to
proceed. I was the one who asked for his number and sent him on his
way.

"Why did you do that?" Ellen hissed at me.  She wasn't angry. Shocked
and embarrassed, yes, but not mad.

"What? He thinks you're cute, wants to take you out. I got his number.
Usually that would be your job," I said, kicking her playfully under
the table.

She laughed despite herself. "I guess. God, Julia, I suck at this."

"At what? You're fine. Guys dig the shy thing. You're fine, sweetie."

I met a couple of girls at the bookstore the next day who invited me
to a party. I asked Ellen to come with me, she declined. Not a party
girl. So I went alone. Had fun, drank a few drinks, danced with
several guys. Ended up at a guy's dorm room, Andy was his name. God he
was cute, and funny. We stood in his small room kissing deeply. He
nibbled my neck, slid a hand under my shirt, squeezing my right tit
through my bra.  Which was fine with me.

He pushed his hand under the cup, which bent things in such a way that
the underwire was poking me. Which was not fine with me.

I pushed him back. He began to protest, but I silenced that by
unbuttoning and removing my shirt. He pulled his off, so I continued
undressing. Soon I was naked, and realized he still had his pants on.
I was certain I could change that.

We fell onto his bed. He was kissing me, telling me how beautiful I
was. I held his head to my breasts. He sucked, hard. "Ouch, slow down
there." He apologized, resumed. I felt his hand between my legs, I
opened up for him. He fumbled a bit, found my opening, tried to shove
a finger in but I wasn't quite ready for that, not nearly wet enough.

I tried to slow him down a bit. And realized I was not terribly turned
on. "Why not?" I wondered. Too fast, too... inexperienced? God, here I
was, 18, not even officially in college yet, thinking this guy was
inexperienced.

We eventually got things worked out. He slid in. I wasn't terribly
wet, but enough. He was big, nice and thick, and that felt great in
me.  But he was caught up in himself, seeming to know what he wanted
but not sure how to go about it. He pumped into me, maybe 20 times,
then came.

I was roughly 12% down the road to orgasm. So much for wild college sex.

He rolled off me. I lay next to him, his jizz starting to leak out of
me.  "Wow, Julia, that was great."

I smiled at him. Didn't want to be mean. I left shortly thereafter,
leaving a phone number that wasn't mine, but close enough so I could
plausibly claim to have just made a small error should I bump into him
again.

I crept into my room after 3 a.m. I didn't turn on a light, trying to
wake Ellen. I grabbed a towel, tshirt and fresh pair of panties, slid
off my shoes and donned some flip-flops, and made my way to the
showers at the end of my hall. A quick hot shower washed off the sweat
and cum.

I returned to my room, tossed my clothes in the bottom of my closet
(which I had decided to use as my hamper) and made my way to bed.

Ellen spoke up. "Have a good time?"

"I'm sorry, sweetie, I didn't mean to wake you."

She clicked on a lamp. "No problem, don't worry." She sat up, I sat
down on my bed across the room from her.  I looked at her, barely
making out the outline of her breasts under the shirt we was wearing.
She looked to have nice breasts, bigger than mine. "So", she said,
interrupting my thoughts. "Did yo have a good time?"

I laughed, once, shrugging my shoulders.  "Well, not really.  I met a guy..."

"Oh?"

"He wasn't too... good, really."

She didn't get it. Not at first. Then it dawned on her, and even in
the dim light I saw a light blush rise in her face and necks.  "Oh,
you... Oh."

I laughed, genuinely this time.  "Yes, Ellen. It wasn't very good, though."

"Oh. I'm... I'm sorry." I almost laughed again. She was so polite, but
had no idea how to respond.

"Well I don't hold you personally responsible. He just wasn't very considerate."

She was silent, looking at me. Finally I had to ask: "Does that bother
you, Ellen?"

"What? No, no of course not."

"You just seem uncomfortable with me talking about this. I wasn't trying..."

"I know, it's ok. I'm just... not used to it."

I grinned, wanting to tease her. "Not used to what? Talking about sex,
or having it?" It didn't have the desired affect. She quickly looked
down at her hands in her lap.

"I'm sorry you didn't have a good time. I need to get some sleep." She
turned out the light.

"Ellen... Hey, Ellen, I'm sorry." I got of my bed, walked over and
knelt by hers. "I was joking, El, I didn't mean to upset you."

"It's ok, I know. I'm just..." She rolled over to face me, then looked away.

I knew what she was going to say. "You're a virgin." I wasn't asking.
She nodded her head. "Nothing wrong with that. And if I made you
uncomfortable, I'm sorry."

I reached out, touched her face. I meant it as a friendly touch, but I
felt wetness on her cheek.

"Hey, what's wrong?" She began to cry softly. I pulled her up, sat
next to her, wrapped my arms around her. She rested her head on my
breast. Quietly, not sobbing, she wept. I rocked her for a while.

Finally she spoke. "I'm sorry."

"For what? You're fine."

"I don't want to talk about it."

I gently pushed her away a bit so I could look at her in the dimness.
I smiled, hoping she could see it. "I didn't ask. You don't have to
tell me anything."

I saw her smile, just a little.  "Thanks. I'm sorry.." I pulled her
back to me. I'm not sure how long we sat there, me holding her.

"Julia?" I looked down at her upturned face. I was about to respond
when she raised her head a bit and kissed me, lightly, on the lips.

Up to this point, there was nothing remotely sexual in my mind. Her
tears had wiped any such idea from my thoughts. But this, this light,
shy kiss, sent a jolt through me.  I must have tensed because she shot
away from me.

"Oh God, Julia, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..." She seemed frantic. I was
trying to tell her it was ok, I didn't mind, but it took a minute. She
was crying again by the time I got her facing me.

"It's ok, it's fine.  Ellen? It's ok, really."

She wouldn't meet my eyes. "I just, I don't know. Just being close to
you, I felt..."

"What? Talk to me Ellen." She shook her head. "No," I pressed, "What?
Tell me, you're safe here, I won't be angry."

"I just wanted to kiss you."

"Well," I smiled, "I'm glad you did. I never kissed a girl before."

She looked at me. "Was it... was it ok?"

That shocked me.  "Well, it was quick, but yeah, it was fine. You can
try again if you want."

She giggled. I pulled her closer to me, she stopped giggling, seemed
very serious, intent. I leaned forward, pressed my lips to hers,
harder than she had done.

I pulled back. She had shut her eyes, and kept them closed. "Are you
ok?" I asked. She nodded. I wasn't ok, I was on fire. I leaned in to
her again, kissing harder, running my tongue over her lips. She opened
for me.

We drifted down to the bed. She grew bolder, kissing me more, pushing
her tongue against mine, into my mouth. We lay beside each other. I
felt her right hand below my left breast, gently, shyly rubbing the
underside through the shirt. I placed my left hand over her right tit,
squeezing gently. She moaned into my mouth. As I thumbed her nipple
her right hand came up.

After a few minutes I sat up, pulling my shirt over my head. She sat
up, too, gripped the bottom on her shirt, stopped and looked at me. 
Sensing her unease, I pulled her back to me, back down to the bed.

Her hands roamed freely over my skin. I ended up over her, kissing her
face, neck, and shoulders -- at least what I could get through the
opening in her shirt. I didn't want to push her.

Well, maybe I did. I lowered one of my hands, which was on her
stomach, to her crotch. She stiffened, but didn't pull away or push me
off. I could feel her heat, and her wetness was seeping through. I
felt I could cum right then.

When she did not protest, I slowly rubbed her. She began to work her
hips against my fingers. I slid my hand up, pushing her shirt out of
my way, and worked my hands under her panties, running my fingers
through the hair above her pussy.

"Julia..."

"If you want me to stop, say the word and I will. I promise, you're
safe with me." She didn't say any more. I ran a finger down her slit.
She jumped when I came back up and found her clit.

She came not even a minute later, my hand furiously rubbing her clit,
her back arching beautifully. I pulled away to watch her face as she
came. God, she was gorgeous.

"Oh God, oh wow..." I kissed her, smiling. Rolling over, I pulled her
on top of me, placing her hand on my panties.

"Now, touch me, Ellen. Make me cum for you."

"I don't know how. I've never done this."

I laughed. "Neither have I, baby. Just do what you do to yourself.

"I don't..."

Surely she was kidding. I looked at her. She wasn't. "That's ok, give
me your hand." I pulled her into my panties. Working my fingers
between hers, I guided her to my cunt. I came in short order, the
frustrations of night's previous encounter blissfully forgotten.

"God, baby, thank you, you're wonderful."

She sat up suddenly. I was afraid I had pushed her too far. She
hesitated, then pulled her shirt over her head. She pulled her panties
off, rising slightly to get them over her cute ass.

Laying back down, she pulled the covers over us and snuggled up to me.
I pulled her close. She didn't say another word that night.  My mind
was racing. The next day would bring all sorts of questions and talk
between us.  But for now I revelled in the cute girl pressing her
flesh against me.

For the first time in a while I had been in bed with someone and felt
more than lust.

It was a wonderful change.