The first time I met Kari Byron was before she was on Mythbusters and lusted after by hordes of fans. She wasn't even a redhead yet when I met her. It was back at the beginning of our freshman year of college. Neither of us really knew anybody and both of us had a tough time meeting people and making friends. She was still cute back then with a nice body so she got hit on a lot but, when we first arrived on campus, she told me no one seemed as interested in whether she was smart or funny or what she was majoring in. I was not by nature an outgoing type but I made an effort to meet people from the moment I arrived on campus and often it was people who looked like they could use a friend who I reached out to. When I walked into the dining hall one day at lunch, carrying my tray and deciding where to sit, I saw her seated by herself and just went over. Her head was down because she was reading so it wasn't just because she was cute that I headed over; I didn't know that right away. When I asked if I could join her, she looked up and smiled, seeing that I wasn't a jock or a frat boy there to try to get in her pants. She gestured to an empty seat so I sat and we started talking as we ate. It turned out that we had a lot in common, aside from both being major geeks.
After that lunch, we quickly became friends and, because it turned out we lived in the same dorm, we spent quite a bit of time together. Because we were freshmen, we both had roommates so we often found ourselves in front of the TV in one of the lounges. We did find that, on the weekends (which started on Thursday night), we were definitely on different schedules than our roommates so we could hang out in either of our dorm rooms when they were out. When we went out on a Friday or Saturday night, to see a movie or go to a gallery or whatever, we were often back at the dorm before our roommates had even left for the night. We'd both tried the campus party scene, on our own and together, and I was typically ignored while Kari typically was preyed upon by a variety of drunks. It didn't take long before we'd written it off for good.
Although I found Kari attractive, I never tried to initiate anything with her because I knew how much she got hit on. I definitely had some unsavory thoughts about her but I kept them to myself. One Friday night, though, our conversation took a turn that changed our relationship. We were sitting in one of the TV lounges, talking while watching as we typically did.
"Are you a virgin?" she asked, which was a valid question, despite my age, given how socially awkward I was.
"Nope," I replied, "unless by rule I can no longer claim that after a defined period of inactivity."
"When was the last time you had sex?" she asked.
"Over the summer," I replied, "but not since we've been at school."
"It is a little difficult with a roommate," she said.
"It's a little difficult when girls think you're a total dork," I lamented.
"Not all girls think you're a total dork," she replied, "I definitely don't. So are you horny?"
"Constantly," I told her.
"Me, too," she said, surprising me, "maybe we can help each other out."
We looked at each other then, hearing a noise in the hallway, we both looked toward the doorway. I wouldn't have minded if someone walked in and caught us making out while manually pleasuring each other but I got the sense that she wanted to be more discreet.
"Take off your sweatshirt," I said (we didn't call them hoodies back then but that's basically what it was). She unzipped it and slipped it off so I had her lay it across her lap then slipped my hand under it. I was between her and the doorway so, even if somebody walked in, I could probably slip my hand out and she adjusted the position of the sweatshirt so that it didn't look suspicious. I unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans then slipped my hand into them, caressing her pussy through her panties before slipping my hand inside. Her bush was apparently well groomed based on the feel of it as my fingers passed through but her pussy was surprisingly hot and wet. I don't know if it was like that before I started opening her jeans, if it was always like that or if she initiated the conversation about sex and being horny because she was already worked up. It didn't really matter but it did give me some confidence and I was pretty certain that I'd be able to make her cum without much difficulty.
Even within the confines of her jeans, I was able to slip a finger into her pretty easily due to the copious lubrication. She sighed but otherwise managed to remain quiet as I alternated between sliding my finger in and out of her hot, wet, snug pussy and lightly caressing her clit with my fingertip. Her hips were definitely gyrating subtly but I thought we looked pretty inconspicuous aside from the expression on her face. Her eyes were closed and she had a really big smile that was occasionally displaced by an expression of pure pleasure. I hoped that we wouldn't be interrupted, for her sake so that she would cum and for my sake so that she would know what I was capable of. Her breathing rate was picking up as her pussy was becoming even hotter and wetter, which had me hoping for the opportunity to slip my cock into her. I'd have been happy with a handy-j or a BJ but slipping my cock into her hot, wet, snug pussy would be the ultimate.
She started tensing up as she was on the brink of cumming then suddenly went limp and started shaking as a soft moan slipped out. I continued lightly stroking her clit as she was cumming, happy to have brought her to an orgasm and not been interrupted. I knew this would bode well for the future.
"Oh my," she finally said, "it is so nice to have someone else doing that other than me. Thank you."
"Happy to be of service," I replied, easing my hand out of her panties and tasting her flavor on my finger.
"I'm going to go see when my roommate will be gone so we can continue this in private," she said as she buttoned and zipped her jeans then slipped her sweatshirt back on. Once she was more presentable, she got up and left briefly while I contemplated what had just occurred. I was still a little flabbergasted that it appeared as though I'd be helping Kari address her horniness and, presumably, she'd be helping me to address mine. I certainly didn't see any issue with this and felt like it was a good solution to a mutual problem. When she returned, she had a big smile on her face and a spring in her step.
"Not much longer," she said, "though she did invite me to go out with her and her friends but I declined. I told her I already have plans."
She kissed me and I felt my cock stiffen again after it had softened during her absence. I was glad she'd cum once already because I didn't expect to be able to last very long regardless of what we did once we were alone. We watched TV for a bit longer but, as soon as she felt the coast would be clear, we headed for her dorm room. Fortunately, her roommate was actually gone so she locked the door behind us and we were immediately in each other's arms, making out. I dropped my hands to her ass and, as I massaged it, I pulled her against my throbbing cock. Although making out was definitely enjoyable, there was a lot more that we both apparently wanted to do.
"I don't want to rush and fumble around with our clothes half on," I said when we parted, "I would love to get you completely naked."