Based on a true story.
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We met at university. We were in a class together and the moment I saw him I was hooked. I spent the first few weeks of my first term daydreaming my way through that class, I couldn't even tell you what the subject was. I'd watch him chatting with the other guys, always smiling and joking. He was absolutely gorgeous -- tall, dark and handsome. The ultimate cliché. One of his friends, Jack, was in a few of my other classes so I made an effort to get to know him. Jack turned out to be an amazing friend; he had just come out of the closet and loved a good gossip. I discovered the name of my dream guy was Paul and convinced Jack to introduce us. By the middle of the first term Jack had me fully integrated into the group of guys; we'd party every weekend, and spend nights hanging out in each others dorms playing Halo and other videogames I sucked at. It was fun but my main aim was to get close to Paul. It turned out we had a lot in common, he had a fantastically dirty sense of humour and could make me giggle and blush easily. The more time I spent with him the more I loved him. Everything about him was perfect.
I soon discovered he was incredibly clever and asked him to tutor me for the course I'd spent a month not paying attention to. Paul loved to show off and was a great teacher so he agreed, and we spent a few weeks having study dates, during which I paid less attention than I had in class. Paul could never understand why I wasn't getting any better.
"It's really not that hard, but you still can't get past the basics!" Paul rested his head in his hands after I'd failed yet another practice test. "You're better at Tekken than you are at math and that is saying something."
I mock gasped in shock before grinning like a Cheshire cat, at first this made him frown at me more, but then he burst out laughing at my idiocy. I hoped this meant I was coming across as cute and ditzy, though I wasn't sure if that was what he would go for. Really I'd always found school stuff easy, but as soon as Paul was in the room my concentration just evaporated, making me seem like a dumb blond.
The following day Jack spent our afternoon lecture avoiding looking at me. It was just the two of us in this class so it was difficult to avoid talking to me afterwards.
"Come on, spill. What is it that's got you acting all weird?" I asked accusingly.
"Well... I thought that with your study dates going so well and all...." Jack was staring intently at the floor as we walked out of the room, "that I'd tell Paul you were into him and see how he felt..."
"WHAT!?" I screamed, stopping in the doorway so I could turn to face him. I was red with anger and embarrassment.
"I was sure he liked you... he's always sitting with you in class..."
I said nothing; I already knew what Paul had said from the way Jack was acting.
"... but he sees you as one of the guys... he said he didn't want to risk ruining your friendship..."
Suddenly someone behind us cleared their throat and I realised we were still in the doorway. I grabbed Jack and dragged him outside, I found a spot on the grass under a tree and we sat down. I buried my face in my knees. I couldn't believe Jack had ruined everything. It would be so awkward with Paul knowing how I felt. More than anything I was hurt knowing he didn't feel the same way. I felt rejected and hurt. Jack spent the next hour apologising over and over again. Eventually I calmed down and told him it was okay, it wasn't his fault. I comforted myself with the thought that at least this way I hadn't made a move and humiliated myself. I could just pretend I didn't know.
That night was our regular Friday night outing as a group. This particular night was a party in one of the dorms. Jack and I met the others there. I was nervous about how Paul would act, hoping we could just pretend he didn't know, and that I didn't know he knew. When we arrived the others were already there and were halfway through their first drinks. Paul made a joke about 'the girls' always being fashionably late, Jack glared jokingly, and from then everything was as it normally was. Everyone continued as though nothing had changed. I was relieved.
However I couldn't help the feeling of rejection creeping in every time I looked at him. It hurt to see his beautiful smile knowing I would never be able to kiss those lips. Before I'd had hope but now the certainty that he didn't see me that way felt awful. So I drank my drinks a lot faster than normal. In my semi-drunken state I decided I fancied dancing, something I usually avoided completely. Some generic rock music was playing and I closed my eyes and let myself go, enjoying the rhythm and trying as hard as I could not to think. When I opened my eyes a guy I vaguely recognised from one of my classes was dancing near me. I accidentally made eye contact and he smiled broadly and moved closer.
"Hi," he said over the music, "I'm Harry."
"Sara," I smiled gesturing to myself.
"I know," he smiled coyly, "we have French together, I've seen you around but never been brave enough to talk to you."
I blushed, incredibly flattered by my admirer. I took in his appearance, he was okay looking. Tall but scrawny, blondish hair in a scruffy cut, he was kind of cute but nothing special. Not like Paul... I stopped myself before I though too much about Paul. I focused on Harry and the confidence his attention gave me.
We danced for a few more songs, and then Harry suggested we grab some beers and head out into the hallway, where we could talk more easily. He took my hand to lead me through the tightly packed dancers who had grown in number without me noticing. In my inebriated state the touch of his flesh on mine, even in this innocent way, filled me with lust. When we got out into the hallway we sat on the floor, Harry close to me, our legs touching.
"So ... are you seeing anyone?" I asked, the beer adding to my confidence.
"No..." Harry smiled sheepishly.
Before I knew what I was doing I was leaning in to kiss him. Harry responded eagerly, and our tongues were soon exploring each other's mouths. After a few minutes I pulled away.
"Do you want to go somewhere... more private?" I couldn't believe how forward I was being. I was filled with a need I'd never really known before. Sure I'd fooled around with guys, had sex with my high school boyfriend after prom, but I'd always been shy and reserved. This time I was all over a guy who was practically a stranger.
I don't remember the walk to his room. The next thing I recall is pressing him up against his door when we were inside, kissing him hungrily. His hands started to explore my body, feeling my breasts and roughly squeezing my ass. I was less interested in feeling him slowly, more interested in getting him naked. I pulled at his shirt, probably breaking off at least one button, and tugged his pants down. His boxers were stretched over his cock as it strained to be set free. My mouth fell open at the size of it, I couldn't have seen more than 3 penises before in my life and none of them had been much over 6 and a half inches.
Harry nervously inspected my face and I realised I'd frozen, staring in shock at the tent in his boxers.
"So... big..." I gasped, eloquence was lost under the influence of the alcohol, but this reassured Harry enough and he pulled me against him for a long, hard kiss. I felt his cock pressing into my stomach and curiosity overwhelmed me. As soon as Harry released me from the kiss I was on my knees pulling his boxers down. As his erection sprang free I gasped again. It wasn't just long it was thick too. I ran my hand down it, feeling the hardness; Harry leant his head back against the door and let out a low moan. This was too much for me and I quickly stood up again, Harry looked at me with sad questioning eyes, but before he could say anything I was tearing my clothes off and dragging him to the bed.
I lay back with my legs spread, waiting eagerly for him. Harry hovered over me, holding his cock so he could guide himself into me. As his head pressed into my pussy I began to question whether he could fit inside me, he pushed more and my pussy stretched around him. I was dripping wet already so he slid in fairly easily. When he was fully inside me we both held still, adjusting to the feeling. I felt stretched to the limit, completely full, his cock touching the deep parts of me no one else had ever reached.
Then without warning he started to thrust in and out of me, I moaned as he pounded me. I thrust my hips up to meet his thrusts, wrapping my legs around his lower back so I could pull myself up onto him. We both came pretty quickly, the alcohol making us both frenzied and uncaring about stamina. We fell asleep side by side, exhausted from the energetic fuck. Despite Harry's amazing size, the sex wasn't anything mind blowing, but I blamed that on the influence of the beer. Besides a quick fuck had been just what I needed to take my mind off Paul.
The next morning I feared would be awkward, but Harry was lovely, he really did like me and asked if we could have a proper date. I agreed and we spent the next few months going out at least three times a week. Harry was absolutely smitten with me, buying me presents and taking me out to romantic places. I enjoyed his company but no matter how hard I tried Paul would not leave my thoughts. Whenever I saw him my heart skipped a beat, something it never around Harry. I felt bad, Harry was a great guy and we got on well, so I spent less time with Paul and the guys, never seeing Paul alone.
After Harry and I had been dating for 6 months, Paul called me and asked if we could meet for lunch. I agreed, unable to resist a chance to see him. I missed him and that only made my feelings for him stronger, though the feeling of joy at seeing Paul was marred by a feeling of guilt.
We went for coffee after the class we shared, Paul seemed genuinely pleased to be spending time with me, and at first we joked and chatted like we always had, as though the previous 6 months hadn't happened. Then Paul suddenly went all serious, his face frowned the most stunning frown I'd ever seen. I wondered if he could have gotten even better looking during our time apart.
"We never see you anymore, not since you got with that Harry guy." Paul said Harry's name in a way which clearly indicated a strong dislike.
"I'm sorry..." I fumbled, unsure of what to say, "I guess I've just been busy."
"I just think you need to remember who your friend's are, this Harry guy isn't right for you and if you aren't careful then when you finally break up with him you'll have no one to be there for you." Paul rushed the words, some of them coming out so fast they ran into each other.
For some reason I felt suddenly defensive, Harry was a great guy, and besides how dare Paul tell me what to do.
"You don't even know Harry! How can you judge him when you know nothing about him? Besides if my friends don't talk to me just because of who I'm seeing then they aren't very god friends are they?" My voice got louder and higher in pitch as I spoke.
"I know enough." Paul glared at his coffee.
"What is that supposed to mean?" I was caught off guard by his cryptic comment.
