Lets start with a non-dictionary definition of the word 'college'.
'College: a place to meet women; a place to learn about sex; a place to go to stay out of the army; a place to goof off for four years and piss away your parents money; (archaic usage)' a place to go to become educated.'
That's my definition and I'm stickin' to it. I'll only deal with the most important parts of the definition, women and learning about sex.
It all started in 1954 when I packed my stuff and left home for the first time to attend a college in upstate New York. Till then I had lived at home with my parents, a rather up tight couple with only one child, me, and a Victorian attitude about almost everything, especially sex. My sex education at home, there was no sex-ed in school in those days, consisted of my mother telling me that if a girl didn't want to go swimming I should not throw her in. That was it, no explanation, nothing. I knew why not and it seemed silly that mom could not say that she might have her period. Those things were not talked about. Therefore I went to college with a plethora of sex information gleaned from my friends most of whom knew less that I did.
College started with a bang. The fraternity house rush, the prelude to being asked to join a house, provided parties and blind dates every weekend. The rushees, being new to the fraternity scene, were provided with dates with women recruited from the nearby women's colleges and nursing schools. These dates ran the gamut from lovely ladies to candidates for winner of "The Pig Pool". I lucked out as I never had a date from the latter category.
Now let me endeavor to enlighten you about some of the ladies that I met on dates, blind or otherwise during my four year stint in college. There are several that stand out above all the nameless, faceless others.
A four year odyssey begins.
Lyn - "The Shy Girl"
During my freshman year there was a dry spell till the Thanksgiving break. The blind dates had been a mixed bag. None were worth dating again.
I went home for the long weekend without any plans for dating. I called my friend Ron and he told me that his girlfriend had two friends, also home from college, that needed dates that weekend. The plan, he said, was to go to the Valencia Theater for a movie and show. The problem(?) was two girls and only one me.
Ron and I drove over to his girlfriends house to socialize and meet her two friends. Unbeknownst to her friends, I was to choose one of them as my date and Jenny, Rons' girl, would set it up as an almost blind date. The girls would never know I had picked my date.
When we arrived, Jenny ushered us in and introduced us to her friends, Eleanor and Lyn. We talked about the usual crap, college, our majors, high school, the upcoming Christmas vacation, bla, bla, bla. Both the young ladies were charming but Eleanor was a little loud and brash while Lyn was a bit shy and retiring. Soon the girls decided that Ron and I should leave as they wanted to catch up on girl talk.
As we drove home Ron was urging me to go out with Eleanor. He had heard that she was a real party girl and would make out on the first date, maybe even more. That sounded good to me, horny as I was from a lack of females on the campus of an all male school but something kept telling me, "Choose Lyn". So for no apparent reason, except my little voice, I did.
Jenny set the date up and warned me that Lyn was known as a no nonsense, no make out type of gal. She had to know a guy well before kissing was permitted and more than kissing was unthinkable.
(Now she tells me after I'm committed. Oh well, maybe I made the wrong choice.)
On Saturday evening we went to Lyns' house to pick her up for our date. It turned out to be a grand review as all her relatives were there for dinner. (To evaluate me?) We had her mother, father, sister1, boy friend of sister 1, sister2, uncle, aunt, male cousin, female cousin and grandmother. The only one whose name I could remember was her grandmother as she had told me to call her Grandma like everyone else did. We stayed for a little chit-chat and then got the hell out of there. (I felt like I had just been judged, sentenced and hung.)
We took our leave and started the 12 mile drive to the Valencia. Lyn on one side of the back seat and me on the other. Not an auspicious start to our date. We talked mainly about the colleges we attended and high school. It seemed we both went to the same high school and never knew each other. It was a big central school with 750 in the graduating class our year so it was no surprise that we had not crossed paths.
Things went better during the movie and show. I put my arm on the back of her seat touching her shoulder. No response. I pressed her shoulder. Still no response but no rebuff either. I pressed again and she moved slightly toward me but that was it.
On the drive home she sat in the middle of the seat instead of against the door. A good sign I though. I reached out and touched her shoulder and amazingly she slid over and leaned against me. My arm went around her and she leaned in closer. I moved my lips slowly to hers waiting for the rebuff. None. I pressed my lips to hers and we were kissing on the first date. We broke the kiss and looked at each other and by unspoken mutual consent kissed again. This time my slightly parted lips felt her just barely touching them with her tongue. I returned the favor and then we were lost in the deepest longest kiss I had ever experienced. My cock hardened and began to leak cock lube.
When we came up for air she pulled away saying, "I never did anything like that before. I don't know what came over me. I feel kind of funny."