This is not a typical story with sex happening right away. If you are wanting that, then this is not the story for you. Nonetheless, I hope you enjoy the story. I welcome comments so if you would like, leave me a comment and tell me what you think of the story.
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My Freshman year of college was a whirlwind for me. It was my first time being away from home and away from my small farm town. I moved to the big city for college. The original plan was to live with my two older brothers who also went to the same university. Unfortunately, my oldest brother had taken a job in another city and my other brother went to the military by the time I was supposed to go to college, so I had to rush to get a dorm on campus instead of living in an apartment with my brothers.
A person had withdrawn from college and luckily there was an open dorm for me in the newest dorm on campus. The dorm was coed by floor so the odd numbered floors were all female and the even numbered rooms were all male. It was a little awkward because you could go on any floor and the showers were public showers in the middle of each floor. There were times when I would be walking back to the dorm room with only a towel on when and women would be stepping off the elevator onto the male floor or the elevator would open and women would be standing in the elevator.
My room was right next to the elevators. I had wrestled all through high school so I was pretty well built. I only weighed 125 but I had ripped pectoral muscles and a six pack stomach. I was not ashamed of my body at all, but I was inexperienced with women and shy. From time to time, when I was sitting outside of my dorm room, talking to my girlfriend from my home town, I would hear females whistle at me from inside the elevator or as they walked by. The reason I would sit outside my dorm room when talking is because I didn't want my roommate to hear my conversation.
It was hard to date someone that was 2 ½ hours away. My girl was thicker, wild and free and loved to have sex often. As I mentioned, I was shy and inexperienced, so she was everything I was not. The entire first semester was hell on me, being away from her. I was a faithful man, so I ignored all the hoots and hollers from the college girls. That was until I found out from a friend in my hometown that my girlfriend was cheating on me. I was devastated for the first week, but I should have expected it because she was wild and loved sex and I was only able to see her every other weekend.
Christmas break came around and I packed up most of my belongings to go home for 3 weeks. I was down at the lobby waiting for a wheel cart to take my belongings to my car. Everyone else had the same idea so there was a long line. I took my place at the back of the line, cursing the situation because I was going to have to leave later than I wanted to. A female student stood in line behind me. We started to casually talk. When I say we, I really mean she started talking to me and I gave short answers. I had no self esteem and was intimidated by any female whom I deemed as a potential girlfriend in my mind.
As the minutes passed, we started talking about where we were from and what our majors were and the conversation moved to why we chose this particular university. I explained that I wanted to work with counseling children so I was majoring in Psychology and my original plan to live with my brothers. She explained that she was majoring in Pharmacy and her hometown was only 30 minutes away so this college was the best choice for her.
My eyes faced the ground most the time. When I did look up at her, I tried not to stare. She had a beautiful face with beautiful green eyes, rounded cheek bones and light brown hair that was pulled up in a pony tail. She was wearing a tee shirt with our college logo on it and red sweat pants. I could tell she was skinny, though the clothes did not show much of her figure. I am only 5' 6" so the fact that she was about the same height was a bonus to me.
It took almost 30 minutes to get to the front of the line. There were only so many carts so we had to wait until someone returned a cart before they could give another one out. When I was next in line to receive a cart, the girl I had been talking to tore a corner of paper out of her notebook and started scribbling on it.
In my shyness, I hadn't even asked her name or mentioned mine. She finished writing on the piece of paper, folded it and handed it to me. I know I had a look of surprise on my face and put the folded piece of paper in my front jeans pocket.
"My name is Marsha, by the way." she said to me. "Call me when you get back from break and we can hang out."
I was elated because this girl was beautiful, kind and went to the same university as me, in fact, she stayed in the same dorm as me. I tried to hide my excitement as I told her I would definitely call her when I got back from break. I promptly apologized for not telling her my name and then did so. The lady working for the university called me up to the counter to sign out a cart that had just been returned.
After signing out the cart, I turned to her and said, "Have a great holidays!" We both said goodbye and went our separate ways. She was all I could think about on the way home and for the next few weeks. I couldn't wait to go back to college.
The day I returned to college, I called the number she had given me. I want to mention that cellphones and texting were fairly new when I went to college and most people did not have them, unlike today. I had been given a cellphone for a Christmas gift from my mom. The cellphone was simple, it flipped open with a dialing keyboard and had a camera that took decent pictures, nothing like smart phones of today's world.
The phone rang a few times and I was very nervous, wondering if she would answer or was even back to college yet. Classes started tomorrow, but she may not return to the campus until late since she only lived a half hour away. The phone number was to the landline in her dorm room. After the fifth ring, I heard a voice on the other line.
"Hello, is Marsha available?" I asked the voice on the other end of the line.
"This is Marsha!" I heard the female voice say, her voice getting higher pitched toward the end.
I explained who I was and told her I was calling as promised. I could hear her smiling through the phone as we talked. The conversation was normal hi and how are you and how was Christmas sort of stuff at the beginning. I was nervous so I did a lot of asking questions and not much talking. There was an awkward silence for what seemed like forever after I ran out of things to ask.
The silence finally broke when Marsha asked which floor I lived on. I told her I lived on floor four and learned she was just below me on floor three. We exchanged room numbers and then she asked if I wanted to come down to her room to visit.
"Sure!" I said, with my voice becoming high pitched and cracking at the end of the word.
The elevator ride down to the third floor went too quick. I was very nervous so I stopped a few steps before her dorm room to gather myself, then knocked on her door. The smile on her face, when she opened the door, made me feel warm and calm inside. There was something about her smile that calmed me and made me feel instantly comfortable around her.
After chatting about our holidays for fifteen minutes, we headed down to the cafeteria for dinner. As is the case with most college students, I was broke, but I did pay for her food with my meal card. We sat in the cafeteria chatting for a long time. There were moments where it felt like time truly slowed down. I would watch her lips as they appeared to move in slow motion while she talked, the way her eyes stared into mine seemed to last minutes, though I am sure it was only a few seconds at a time.
I started to loosen up and began joking around with her as we headed back up to her room. When we arrive at her dorm room, she asks if I would like to watch some TV. with her for a little while. I, of course, agree. Marsha lies down on her bed and I pull up a chair next to her bed as she turns on the television.
"Come lie down with me." she says with an inviting voice.
I feel my groin area starting to stir as I give her a smile and climb on the bed, lying behind her. I spoon up to her body, but keep my groin away from her butt because I don't want her to feel my hard on pressing against her. It would be embarrassing if she knew how turned I was by simply cuddling with her. She flips through the channels until she finds a movie.
After a few minutes of contemplating whether or not to make a move on her, I move the hair on the back of her head to the side and place a soft kiss on the back of her neck. Her neck immediately crinkles up and she moans softly, but doesn't object or pull away. After waiting a minute or so, I kiss her neck again.
She flips her body around and faces me. She has a big smile on her face as she looks deep into my eyes. I cannot help but smile back as she leans in and places a kiss on my closed mouth. Her hand slides between my body and my arm and pulls me close to her body. My mouth instinctively opens and returns the kiss. The movie becomes nothing more than background noise.
