CHAPTER 1
Until Mrs Goldsmith nailed him in the first semester as a freshman, Blake Boxhill had thoughtlessly assumed sex appeal was confined to a handful of females who were sexy enough to lift themselves above the mass who exhibit careless indifference or sub-standard care or both.
Mrs Goldsmith asked him to report to her office for a review of his work.
"Watch out Blake, Clarissa probably wants to suck your dick."
Blake grinned at his friend Frank and wondered how Frank attracted babes like he did when he spoke uncouthly and sometimes would openly grab a babe over her tit and she would stand mesmerized like a deer caught in headlights.
"Take my place Frank and get yours sucked."
"Nah she's an old bag of bones."
The world of sex remained mysterious to Blake. He'd struggled to lose his virginity at high school and it wasn't until after the graduation ball when a group of them were walking to their cars when Jessica Clay asked, "Are any of you guys still virgins?"
"I am."
The guys looked at Blake and jeered while their partners smiled at him sympathetically. Blake's partner, who intended to become a missionary, had been collected by her parents an hour earlier and taken home.
Blake was shaking, wondering why the hell had he made that confession. The words had just popped out and just as he'd finished thinking would all those girls be shafted within the next hour.
"Take Blake into the shadows and give it to him," Jessica's boyfriend Al grinned, pushing her at Blake.
Jessica took Blake by the hand and led him off, calling to her best friend Sarah to come along to hold her ball gown when she took it off.
Fortunately for Blake he generated an erection almost instantaneously because once out of her dress Jessica stretched out on the ground, opened her legs and holding her panty leg aside said huskily, "Push it in Blake. This is my graduation gift to you."
Blake found her 'gift' to be wet and slippery and surprisingly warm.
"Christ Blake, you're big," Jessica complained and he was mortified, wishing he had the size of dick that satisfied.
"Oh shit I'm coming already," Jessica quavered. "You are activating every sensor in my cunt."
"Oh, sorry," Blake said, appalling he was doing it all wrong.
He plugged away and finally came and Jessica said, "Trust me to go with the wrong guy. I should have chosen you Blake. That was amazing."
Blake frowned wishing she'd remain consistent about what she was saying. Now he didn't know what to think.
"Here slut, take your dress," Sarah said. "If he'd that good I want a piece of him."
Sarah leaned against the trunk of an oak and pulled up the front of her dress.
"Rip off my panties big boy and then shove it up me standing up."
Blake had worried her mightn't have enough length but Sarah began huffing and yelled, "Jesus Blake, how much more have you got to go in?"
At that point Blake became confident he'd get by.
As they were walking back to the car, a girl on each of Blake's arm, Jessica said she'd made the offer because it wasn't right for a high school graduate to go to college a virgin.
* * *
Blake scored twice on his first night at college and the third came during the lunch break next day.
He teamed up with a group of guys led by Frank Lund and as Blake and Frank were the only two from the group the football coach wanted to trial for one of the junior teams, the two quickly because buddies. Frank was bigger than Blake and seemed to attract girls and when they came across two females together Frank would say, "Which one of you wants to fuck me?"
Usually they both wanted him but Frank would chose one and more often than not the one left over for Blake would surprise him by taking his arm and saying something like "Hi sexy" or "Lucky ol' me has got the best one."
Blake ignored the compliments, thinking they were misdirected or just the nonsense females went on about.
Blake went into Mrs Goldsmith's office and she said, "Shut the door Blake."
He turned to do that and heard her say, "And lock it."
Christ she was preparing to suck cock.
"This intimate occasion between you and me Blake is our secret right?"
He nodded.
"Promise you'll tell no-one what happened in this room this afternoon."
"Yes I promise," he said hoarsely.
Mrs Goldsmith was anything but an old bag of bones as Frank had alleged, Blake thought, taking a raking look at her for the first time close up. He knew from her CV on the website she was thirty-eight, married to an attorney and they had two small kids. In her college days Mrs Goldsmith had been a crack sprinter.
Now as a result of close inspection he'd decided her tits were even bigger than his sister's and her body looked firmer than his mother's and had far less extra 'padding'.
"Are you happy to fuck me Blake?"
Blake thought he'd never expected a female lecturer to ask him that question, not in a thousand years. But why had she zeroed in on him?
He was about to find out.
"I suppose you are wondering why I've picked on you?"
He decided to play coy and asked why would he think that.
"Males with an ego are insufferable, like Frank Lund for instance. You two often sit together and I began to notice you more and more. That little turn up at the end of the fringe of your brown hair for instance, contrasts with guys like Frank who have their hair slicked back, making them look like Hollywood gangsters."
