College Love

A change of pace from my normal fare. Hopefully you enjoy this more conventional romantic story. This came about from a reimagining of the way my wife and I met. Hopefully you enjoy reading as much as I enjoy writing.

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I was super eager to get off to college and away from my parents. But once I was there though, I was intimidated by the size of it all. I'd already met my roommate, a little odd that one, but figured I needed to explore the dorms and meet some other people as well. Somebody downstairs said that there was a TV lounge on the fifth floor so I headed up there in the rickety, slow elevator on the West side of the building. The doors to the TV lounge were thick, heavy stained wood and they opened with a thud.

Being the first day, there weren't too many people here yet so I wasn't surprised to find the room quiet. Sun streamed in the two giant windows on my right and left. I noticed the large, oversized comfortable looking chairs with their wooden frames and cheap, red fabric. They somehow looked incredibly inviting.

As I scanned the rest of the room, I saw the most attractive sight of the day. Laying flat across one of the couches was a beautiful girl. Woman, I guess I should say. She had long, flowing, dark brown hair and was reading a book while absentmindedly kicking her legs behind her. She wore a skimpy red tank top and a pair of shiny black shorts that accented her fantastic ass and beautiful hourglass shape. It was a testament to the hot Florida sun that she wasn't even close to the most scantily dressed girl I'd seen that day.

As I was staring at her ass, I dragged my eyes back to her face and realized she was staring at me with a smirk. She let the book drop and rolled over on her side. The action revealed the luscious swell of her breasts. Holy shit she was hot.

"Hey, there. I'm Ashley," she said with a smile. In other people I'd met that first day, it had been an empty gesture. Usually just a perfunctory social function. But I couldn't help but feel like her smile was one that indicated genuine warmth.

"Uhmm... Hi?... I'm Nick..." I managed to croak out, proud that my voice hadn't cracked along the way. Her eyes scraped up and down the length of my body and she smiled at me again. My eyes were inevitably drawn to the firm nipples poking through the thin tank top.

"So you like what you see, big boy?" she asked brazenly. My eyes snapped back to her face and I realized I'd been caught staring at her tits.

I didn't know how to answer and my brain simply seized up. "I... uh... uhmm... what? I wasn't staring or anything..." I said, knowing even as I said it that it was an obvious lie.

"It's alright if you stare, Nick. Staring never hurt anyone..." she said as she stepped closer. My eyes fixated on her lips. Her tongue just peeking out and tracing along her upper lip didn't help my mindset. Before I could really process my feelings, she smiled and turned. I watched her as she walked away, her full ass swaying back and forth absentmindedly.

I rushed back to my room, grateful that my roommate had gone off somewhere, and jerked off the gigantic erection that I had. When I came down from my arousal, I pictured Ashley in my mind, cursing my awkwardness and swore I'd be more eloquent next time.

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I kept seeing Ashley over the next couple days but never had a chance to really talk to her. She was always with someone. Guys, girls, it didn't matter. She was friendly with everyone. I figured she'd only been friendly with me because that's what she was. A friendly girl.

But I was determined not to be awkward again. Not if I got a second chance. A couple of days after our first meeting, I was in the lobby when the door opened. It was the normal mid afternoon rain-shower. Thanks, Florida. In she walked, this time wearing a thin, tight, white T-Shirt and a knee length skirt. She was completely soaked and clinging to some books in front of her that she was desperately trying to keep dry. Her hair was plastered down and she looked beautiful. "Where did that come from?" she asked to nobody in particular as she shook her hair out.

"Uhh... Yeah. It's Florida and it's midday," I said and she looked at me quizzically.

"So? There weren't any clouds in the sky!" she said, a bit indignant.

"Yeah. It doesn't matter. 2pm in the summer isn't exactly white T-shirt weather," I told her with a smirk.

Her jaw dropped a little before she looked down and then smiled back. "C'mon," she said with a jerk of her head. Was she asking me to follow her? I wasn't going to miss a second opportunity so I hopped up and followed her to the elevator. The game show Hellevator had just come out and the entire dorm had adopted the name for the disturbingly old elevator on the West side of the building. The thing moved so slow that it didn't even feel like it was moving but after a good 90 seconds, we emerged on the 4th floor. So concerned for my life, had I been that I hadn't even noticed that Ashley had dropped the book from in front of her chest and was staring at me again. My eyes flicked down to her chest and the hard nipples poking through the thin shirt and bra before I dragged my vision back up to her beautiful face. When I noticed, she bit her lip in a way that was incredibly hot and then turned and walked out. I followed her, eager to see just a little bit more of her in the soaking wet t-shirt she was wearing. When we got to her dorm room, she unlocked the door and ushered me in.

"Alright Mister Florida. What SHOULD I wear at 2pm in the summer?" she said as she gestured towards her closet. I remember being struck by the lack of apparel. When I'd first seen her, I'd thought she seemed really put together and I'd mentally assumed she was some sort of sorority girl / clothes horse. Turns out I'd been entirely wrong about that. She had almost as few articles of clothing as I had. This wasn't a rich girl. This was just a girl who knew how to dress.

I looked back at her and took her in. She was standing with her hands on her hips, proudly presenting the breasts that she had to know were on display. The shirt was nearly transparent and clinging to her, revealing the white bra underneath. It was obviously not padded and was likewise soaked giving me a perfect preview of what she looked like nude. At least from the waist up.

"Well?" she asked, growing impatient and probably a bit cold and uncomfortable.

I turned back to the closet, trying to compose myself and tried to subtly adjust the huge erection I was sporting. Looking in the closet, I smiled to myself. "Well this would be fine..." I said as I reached for something on the far right edge.

"Yeah. I'm not wearing a bikini just because it's raining... Try again."

"Well how about this then?" I said as I pulled the deepest v-neck colored shirt I could see.

"Fine," she said as she yanked it from my hand. She turned her back to me, whipped her shirt off, and unclasped her bra. I was really turned on but also really glad she didn't ask for help with the bra. Who knows how long it would have taken me. She threw the shirt on without a bra and turned back to me. "How do I look now?" she asked stretching her arms out and shifting her weight from one leg to the other.

"Great," I said with genuine feeling. She really did look good. Great actually.

"Thanks. I think so too. Thanks for your help... stud," she said as she traced my chest with her finger and whispered the last word into my ear. Whatever hope I had of downplaying my throbbing erection was gone and it was back in full force. "Now, I've got some studying to do so... off with you!" she said as she pushed me to the door with a smile. I couldn't help but notice that her hands were on my ass as she pushed me out the door. That has to be a good thing... Right?

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There were lots of beautiful girls I ran into in those first few days but my thoughts always flitted back to Ashley. Her casual confidence. Her ass. Her mischievous smile. Her hot ass. Her look that seemed to pierce right through me and her smokin' hot ass. I probably didn't go two hours without thinking of her most days.

Unfortunately, it was a pretty hectic time. As people made new friends the schedules and plans of yesterday changed in a fluid, and often chaotic, manner. And so, I didn't really get to see Ashley until after the first day of class. I was studying my course work, already pretty much deciding these classes were mostly stupid when I heard a knock at the door. "Come in," I yelled from my bed. In walked Ashley, wearing a short little flouncy skirt and a tight tank top. She looked great. As usual.

She sauntered in with two steps and then stopped, looking at me. She had her hands behind her back, holding something. I wanted to know what it was but her motion and swaying made it hard not to stare at her tits or the hard nipples underneath her shirt. "Whatcha readin'?"

I laughed. Friends reruns had become kind of a hip thing to watch lately and I was pretty sure she was imitating Rachel from last night's episode..

"My math textbook," I said, trying to imitate David Schwimmer.

"What's it about?" she said, doing a great impression of Rachel. Something about her tone of playful bubbleheadedness was really a turn on. I could tell she was flirting with me and I really liked it.

"Math" I said with a grin. "What are you hiding behind your back, little girl?" I asked.

"Little girl?" she asked with a slightly raised eyebrow.

"I dunno. I'm not so good with the flirting. I was trying to sound 'manly'... "

"Oh. No. It definitely worked," she said as she sat beside me. I really couldn't tell if she was being sarcastic or not. "I saw you eating a weird sandwich the other day and asked one of your friends about it. I hope I made it right." With that, she pulled a ziploc bag from behind her and inside was a beautifully made Mac and Cheese sandwich. I pulled it from the bag and noticed that it was even grilled lightly. She'd gone all out..

"Why?" I asked curiously.

"Well. When I first saw you, I thought, 'He's adorable. But way too skinny to date.' So I figured I'd better start fattening you up!"

She watched me, not grinning in playfulness. I was almost certain this wasn't flirting. I think she was serious.

"I'm floored. What a thoughtful gesture." I said but truthfully I was crestfallen. It must have shown on my face, though.

She looked at me, then scooted towards me. "Why? Did you want to date me? Or did I make the sandwich wrong?" she asked, looking up at me, our faces inches away. I could feel her breath on me and could see her eyes flicking back and forth between mine. Searching.

"The sandwich is perfect," I got out barely breathing.

"I said I can't date you. That has nothing to do with kissing," she said and leaned into me. It was my first college kiss, and truthfully, only my third kiss ever. The other two were fumbling amateurish attempts. This one blew my mind. Her lips were soft and sweet. Her tongue was searching and probing. I was more bumbling in my attempts but she guided me masterfully. We kissed for what seemed like 15 minutes though I'm sure it was much shorter. Eventually, I had to take a breath and broke the kiss off.

"Wow... That was... wow...," I said.

Ashley beamed at me. Her chest was heaving and she said, "Yeah," breathlessly. She looked down at my cock again, just like that first day. This time, her flirty playfulness was gone and what I saw was, I hoped, barely controlled lust. She licked her lips unconsciously and then said, "I better get going. I don't want to take you from your studies."

I didn't crack that book for another 30 minutes after she left.

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We started hanging out a lot more after that. We studied together, which was great for me, and then made out, which was also great for me. That lasted for about a week. The next Monday, I didn't feel like going to class so I just stayed in bed. Ashley's classes ended about 45 minutes before my last one and she'd started coming to my room to study while she waited. So it wasn't really a surprise when she popped in. She saw me in bed, and the look on her face of instant concern was quite touching, "Are you feeling alright?" she asked, sitting next to me.

"Yeah. I'm fine. Just skipping class," I said as I leaned up to kiss her. Her look of concern vanished and was replaced by annoyance and maybe even anger.

"Skipping class? Why?"

"I just didn't feel like going,"... Yup, definitely anger.

"Nick, you've got to go to class. It's important."

"Why? There's literally nothing in there that I can't learn from the book and most days it's stuff I already know."

"But going to class is a good habit that will payoff in the long run," she said. Her anger had mollified swiftly, another trait of hers I liked.

"I just don't see a lot in it," I said. I really liked that I could talk to her so honestly. She stopped and thought for a moment. Then, she started unbuttoning her shirt. Unsure of what she was doing, I felt just like I had that first time she flirted with me. Uncertain and scared.

"Tell you what. How about for every class you attend each day, you can play with these for 10 minutes?" she said as her shirt, now fully unbuttoned parted to reveal her breasts. She pulled the cups of her bra down and stroked the hard nipples with her hands. I watched as her eyes rolled into the back of her head and she let out a little moan.

"Did you just cum?" I asked. She stopped immediately and looked at me. There was silence for about 15 seconds before she finally busted out laughing.

"Oh you silly boy. No, that wasn't even CLOSE to cumming. I guess you do have a lot to learn."

"I guess you'll have to teach me," I said as I reached for her breasts. She pulled away before I could touch them.

"How many classes have you gone to today?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

"None... but... "

"Then you don't get any of these, do you?"

I paused for about two seconds before jumping up, grabbing my bag and sprinting out the door. If I sprinted the whole way, I'd only be 5 minutes late for my last class.

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That first night, I only got 10 minutes of time with Ashley's tits. And that was mostly orientation. The real fun and experimentation started the second night. She was incredible. I felt like I was playing an instrument. Her body would shake and convulse. She would moan and beg. It was like playing some sort of symphony orchestra. A very erotic one.

I started out just tracing around her nipple and running my finger across it. But with her encouragement I got more and more varied, grabbing her tit, licking the nipple, flicking it. After a couple of nights of that, she begged me to pinch her. That drove her absolutely wild. She asked for it to be harder. So I pinched harder and that seemed like it drove her nuts. She again assured me that she hadn't orgasmed but whatever this non-orgasm thrashing around was seemed about 10x more intense than any fake orgasm I'd seen in porn. I was totally hooked.

Unfortunately, Friday came. My roommate had gone on some trip for the weekend. Ashley and I had talked enough for me to know that sex was off the table. At least for now. But I was leaving every session with her incredibly frustrated. Not in an actual frustration kind of way but in a wonderful sexual frustration way that made me actually enjoy the masturbation afterwards. Nevertheless, Ashley had made a couple off-hand comments about sleeping over and I was a bit worried about the perpetual hard on I might have for the next 48 hours.

On top of that, I already had learned enough about her that I could fairly easily guess that she was going to stick by the letter of our agreement. And because I had no classes on Saturday (or Sunday... Aarrgghhh), that probably meant no playtime other than kissing.

Friday, after class, Ashley showed up at my door. She was wearing a tight pair of workout shorts and a sports bra. I think she'd just jogged from across campus. Over one shoulder was a backpack which she threw down as she lunged at me, kissing me fully on the lips. My hands instantly went to her ass as I pulled her to me. We'd been apart all of 15 or 16 hours and yet we were kissing as if we'd been starving for each other. As the door shut, I pushed her into the wall more roughly than I intended. She let out a visceral moan directly into my mouth that energized me in a way I'd not known before. I pushed harder, sliding my thigh between her legs which parted instantly. She started sliding herself against me, thrusting in lust. My hands found the bottom of her sports bra, a type of bra I figured I could handle, and pulled it up above her tits. My right hand fell onto her left breast, grabbing it as my head dipped down to suck on her right nipple. It was hard and eager for attention.

Finally, I grabbed her and pulled her to the bed, laying her down and towering over her. She looked at me, searching back and forth between my eyes the way she does. Trying to figure something out. I didn't know what she saw but she must have liked it because she let out another moan as she pulled her bra completely off. I was determined to drive her just as nuts as she had been driving me. So I worked on her nipples for the next 40 minutes. I did everything I knew to do and a few things I'd been thinking about. She really went wild when I sucked the hard nub between my teeth, allowing them to scrape along the edge. I also found that pulling and twisting were almost as good as pinching. Really anything seemed to go. In fact, the more I played and the more turned on she got, the more I realized that really anything was good to her once she got past a certain point. Short of causing actual damage, I wasn't sure there was anything I could do to her that she wouldn't register as pleasure. So I experimented freely and she loved every moment of it.

When the clock hit 6:10, I stopped instantly. I don't know what I expected to happen. Well, that's not true, I had secret hopes that she'd beg me to fuck her. but those weren't actual real expectations and I had no preparation for that so it was a good thing she didn't. Instead she let out a moan of frustration before turning and saying three words she hadn't said to me yet, "I love you."

It was totally unexpected and totally weird. Her tone was one of exasperated frustration completely at odds with the words. And yet, I knew she meant them. She obviously didn't mean to say them which somehow made them even more endearing. They weren't calculated. They weren't filled with secret meaning.

I looked at her with a question, "Why?"

"You have absolutely NO idea, how much of a turn on it is that you respect my boundaries enough to stop like this. I am 100% certain that I couldn't be like this with 99% of the guys on the planet."

I was a bit offended for males in general and I puffed up to defend them. Before I could say anything, "Okay... maybe 90%... Either way, a great many men wouldn't have the self control to do what you just did... " she leaned up into me, her nipples still incredibly hard, "and it has me so wet that my panties would be creamed right now... but I didn't wear any."

I swear I nearly came right there. But what was even better was that her hand began tracing its way up my thigh. "You've been absolutely perfect this week and I think it's time you get a reward. You've spent the whole week making me feel good. But there's no more classes until Monday and so we can't play with these any more." Her hands cupped her breasts as she held them up to me. Her coquettish look was really hot.

"What would you normally do after I leave?"

I looked down, embarrassed by the answer. "Would it help if I told you what I do?" I looked at her, curious. "I go back to my room," she said as her hands hooked into her shorts, "Strip out of my clothes," she continued as she pulled her shorts to the floor, "and finger myself until I can't think anymore."