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.
