I had what I felt was a normal middle class upbringing with the typical boyhood crushes. I kissed my first girl in seventh grade and French kissed another the following summer. I even touch a girl's breasts through her sweater once in eighth grade. I always wondered what might have come next if my parents hadn't decided to move us completely across the country, but they did and I'll never know.
Now moving was tough enough on a thirteen year old, but puberty decided to hit that very same summer. I shot up four inches in as many months. I was never a small kid, but being five foot eleven as a freshman in high school made me quite the oddity. People said I had a funny accent as well and I guess I did to them. I made friends easily enough even with all that, but it took me a while to adjust, especially when it came to girls. They were just so different than the ones back home.
I didn't kiss another girl until the middle of my sophomore year. I was invited to my friend Mike's Valentine's Day party and quickly realized that everyone there was part of a couple. Well, everyone except me and a girl named Jill. It was obviously a set up, but I didn't mind. Jill was a pretty strawberry blond. We hit it off so well that we ended up dating the rest of high school.
Neither one of us had much experience when it came to sex, but during our junior year we were young, in love and willing to learn together. Honestly, our first time wasn't all that great. Thankfully, it got better, a lot better. Our relationship was more than just about sex and by the time we graduated I was sure that Jill and I were going to get married one day. I guess I should have checked with her because she broke up with me a week later.
My parents insisted that I worked all summer for college money. It was actually a good thing. It helped me cope with the depression of getting dumped. I hung out with my friends when I could, but really didn't have a lot of time. I was a waiter at a local place and I had to work weekends. I did date a couple of girls toward the end of the summer, but none of them amounted to much. I was still hurting from Jill and I didn't want to get attached to anyone with college so close. Besides, I really didn't have much of a clue with girls since the only real girlfriend I'd ever had was Jill.
So off to school I went, not really naïve, but not quite aware of what I had to offer women when it came to sex. What I was aware of was the fact that I wasn't particularly experienced in picking up girls. I promised myself that would change before the end of freshman year. I wanted to have a good time. I was done with serious relationships. I can't say I regretted dating Jill, but I missed out on a lot of things because of her. I wasn't planning on missing anything that college had to offer.
I had no idea what to expect my first day on campus. All I knew was that my roommate was a guy from the Midwest who didn't smoke and was not a morning person. That was the extent of my knowledge. I'd never shared a room before with anyone, much less with a stranger. To say I was concerned was a vast understatement, but I got lucky. Rich ended up being okay. He also had the gift of gab when it came to the ladies.
Our first night on campus is when everything began to change for me. We went to a party at one of the fraternities. I excused myself to go to the restroom when we got there and by the time I returned not only was Rich talking up a smoking hot blond name Denise, but he introduced me to her roommate Brenda, a cute, shapely brunette.
As it turns out fraternities were big at my school and that they wanted to impress the freshmen early so that they could find new pledges. They did this by throwing great parties with free drinks. Needless to say, the four of us got pretty drunk. I was a having a great time and based on the way Rich and the ladies were laughing, so were they.
I'm not sure how it happened, but on the way back I found myself leading Brenda to my dorm while Rich went with Denise to theirs. Maybe leading was the wrong word. We were both close to leaning on each other trying not to fall. Somehow we made it to the room, but I don't remember much of the trip.
Brenda and I shared exactly one kiss. It wasn't particularly good, but then again, I think she passed out almost before it began. She was certainly unconscious when it was over. It didn't matter. Oh, I remember feeling a pang of disappointment, but then I was unconscious as well.
"Oh no!"
I woke up at the cry a couple of hours later and sat up in bed quickly. I shouldn't have. It made my head throb. I fell back on the bed and began rubbing my eyes. It only helped a little.
"What's wrong?" I groaned.
"I can't believe I did this!" Brenda cried as she tried to separate from me. Our legs were intertwined on my bed.
"It's not that big of a deal," I said, opening my eyes and trying to see. Thankfully the room was dark or my head would have exploded.
"Not a big deal? I don't even know you!" she cried as she stood. "I'm not that type of girl! Besides, I have a boyfriend at home."
"Look," I sighed, sitting up slowly this time. "First, can you please stop yelling? And second, nothing happened."
"Nothing happened?" she asked in surprise.
"We kissed," I clarified. "Once and you passed out in the middle of it."
"That's all?" she asked, wanting me to reconfirm what I said.
"Scouts honor," I groaned as she put on the overhead light. "Please shut that off!"
"I'm sorry," she said, blushing now for some reason. "I can't find my shoes."
"Where are you going?" I asked, sitting up and pulling a beer out of the small refrigerator that Rich brought. I owed him one. I opened the can and took a sip. It tasted good so I took a longer pull. I felt a lot better. "It's still dark out. Besides, I'm betting that Rich and Denise didn't pass out like we did. Do you really want to walk in on them?" She hesitated in looking for her shoes.
"You have a point, but I can't stay here," she said nervously.
"Why not?" I smiled, taking another drink. "We've already slept together."
"Very funny," she snapped. "And you'd better not tell anyone what happened!"
"Don't worry," I shrugged. "What am I going to say? I got this cute brunette in my bed, shared a pretty sad kiss and watched her pass out?"
Something about what I said finally seemed to calm her down. She sat down on the desk chair next to my bed. She was looking off into space and shaking her head. I waited for a few moments for her to speak, but she remained silent. I watched her a bit longer and then sighed.
"Are you okay?" I asked. She was obviously pretty shaken by what happened.
"Not really," she said after a few moments. "I really am not the type of girl that does a one night stand."
"Nothing happened," I reiterated.
"I went to a room with guy I didn't know and let him kiss me," she said pointedly. "I'd say that's something."
"I did mention that the kiss wasn't that good, didn't I?" I said, trying to lighten the mood. She just gave me a look. I don't know why, but it made me laugh.
"Look, go to sleep in Rich's bed. I promise I won't touch you. You'll feel better in the morning," I reasoned. "You don't have to tell your boyfriend about it since nothing really happened."
"You would have to bring him up," she frowned.
"Huhn?" I asked, totally lost by this point.
"Brian, my boyfriend," she answered. "'We' decided to see other people a week before we left for college, only I don't remember having much input in the decision."
"Ah," I said slowly. "I'm sorry, but I guess that explains why you let yourself get drunk and end up here. You were hurting."
