SATURDAY
The day was finally here. John smiled as his parents' car pulled up outside the university halls -- his residence for the next three years. At the age of nineteen, he was ready to leave home and enjoy all the freedoms that this entailed.
After a tearful farewell from his mum and a more relieved goodbye from his dad, John sat alone in his new bedroom. He had lucked out, with one of the biggest rooms given to the new freshers -- his own bathroom, a small private kitchen just across the hall, and a double bed.
With over an hour until his first scheduled appointment -- a campus tour -- John's mind wandered as to what the year ahead had in store. He had done well in school and got pretty good grades, but he was no genius -- no, the appeal of university was far less about the academic environment and far more about the people he'd meet and the things he'd get up to.
Despite his age, John was already fairly sexually experienced, but living at home had its restrictions and it was a welcome relief that he'd have his own space, without having to worry about sneaking a girl in or lying to his parents about where he'd be spending the night. University was a fantastic opportunity to cut loose, and John couldn't wait to seize it. Freshers' week in his halls had a reputation for being a wild one, and he couldn't wait to meet some girls and see what happened.
He didn't have to wait long. The campus tour involved all 150 or so new students living in the accommodation blocks nearby, and John wasted no time in chatting to his fellow new arrivals as well as scouting out the girls who'd be living just minutes' walk away.
He wasn't disappointed -- everywhere he turned there seemed to be another gorgeous looking young woman. And as the students made their way around the campus, John was not the only guy who seemed far more interested in flirting than looking around the library, gym and dining hall. He particularly enjoyed meeting a beautiful Chinese girl called Melissa who had a very cute smile and an incredible figure, and a sultry looking girl called Hayley, whose tight-fitting dress left very little to the imagination. The conversation was pretty run-of-the-mill -- predictable stuff about where they were from, what subject they were studying etc -- but John made a mental note to try to talk to both of them again.
Before long, it was nearly dinner time and the tour broke up, with the students each going to their accommodation blocks. A very earnest guy called Simon who lived across the hall from John suggested that their block all ordered pizza, and half an hour later John found himself sitting in a group of around a dozen freshers chatting away as they drank beer and ate their pizza.
One girl in particular caught his eye. She was striking rather than classically beautiful -- with a devilish smile and long, brown hair cascading down to her shoulders -- but it was her body that really grabbed John's attention. Her short dress showed off her tall, athletic figure perfectly -- her smooth, toned legs were on display for all to see, and the way she was sitting on the floor gave a tantalising glimpse of the shape of her tight arse.
John gazed at her, drifting out of the conversations going on around him, and his mind soon turned to imagining how she would look without the dress on at all. He thought about what it would be like to feel those long, slender legs wrapped around him, and her piercing eyes fixed on him as her fit arse bounced up and down on his cock.
But his reverie was interrupted as she got up from the other side of the circle they were sitting in, smiling at him, and came over to sit down next to him on the floor.
"Hi, I'm Clare," she said confidently as she sat down beside John, her gaze fixed on him.
"John," he replied, sticking out his hand to shake hers, which made him feel slightly foolish given the thoughts that had been swirling round his head seconds earlier.
She smiled at him, and John couldn't help but feel that her hand lingered on his a little longer than he might have expected.
They made small talk for a few minutes, which John was never very good at, though he did learn that Clare's room was directly above his -- a fact that she seemed eager to convey to him. But any chance John had of taking things further was halted, temporarily at least, by Simon who sat himself down between them and started talking away about plans for the evening, clearly not noticing the building tension between Clare and John.
John smiled sheepishly at Clare as Simon carried on, telling them both that a large group of freshers were planning to go for some drinks at a bar in town. It didn't seem up for debate whether Clare and John would be going, so they finished their pizza, downed their remaining beer and went back to their rooms to get ready for a night out.
As John changed his shirt and washed his face, he hoped beyond anything that he'd get to spend more time with Clare and that she had had some of the same thoughts about him as he had had about her. Again he found himself imagining her naked, this time going down on him, licking his cock from base to tip and swallowing his whole length. And being in the privacy of his own bathroom, he unzipped his flies, taking out his already hard cock and pumping it vigorously. A couple of minutes later, his mind consumed by thoughts of Clare, he came hard.
After cleaning up, he finished getting ready and joined his fellow students in the hallway where they were gathering to go to the bar. He was pleased to see Clare was still wearing her short, sexy dress, and she smiled at him alluringly as they made their way out of the halls. Students from every block seemed to have the same evening plans, and a large group of them made their way across town together to the bar. Once more, mundane conversation about everyone's course choices and hometowns filled the air. John quietly hoped for something more.
They arrived to find the bar absolutely packed, with students from across the university already filling almost every inch of floor space. Deciding to be more forward with Clare, John asked if he could buy her a drink, and went off to the bar to get the vodka and cranberry she had requested, again with a smile.
The queue for the bar took forever, with people pushing in and cutting in front of John on numerous occasions. By the time he eventually got his drinks, it had been at least thirty minutes, and he returned to the area that Clare and the others had been waiting to find that none of them were anywhere to be seen. He pushed his way around the rest of the bar, looking for them and feeling increasingly frustrated that he couldn't find Clare in particular.
After another thirty minutes of searching, he gave up and settled on chatting to a couple of guys he'd met earlier on the campus tour. John finished the beer he'd bought for himself earlier, as well as Clare's vodka, assuming that she'd left and gone somewhere else. The guys he was with bought another round of beers and they talked about their football teams and joked about girls they fancied around the bar. They were a nice bunch, but it was now getting late and John was starting to feel like freshers' week wasn't getting off to the start he'd hoped for.
As the minutes drew on, the bar got slowly emptier, with many students moving on to other places. Guys left the group John was in and others joined; John was ready to leave.
But coming back from a toilet break, John spotted a girl sitting alone at the bar. He recognised her from the tour earlier. Her face was cute but nothing special to look at, but she was blessed with a killer body -- her tight, blue dress showing off a petite frame, with a gorgeous looking arse, a slim waist and topped off by a small but firm pair of tits. She didn't have Clare's tall physique or striking looks, but she was hot and she looked like she knew it.
Emboldened by the number of beers he'd had and his disappointment at not being with Clare, John sat down beside the girl at the bar.
"Can I get you a drink?" he asked.
"Wow. You're not wasting any time, are you?" she replied, slightly abruptly.
"No, I'm not," he said "but frankly I'm bored of having the same conversation about where I'm from and what subject I'm studying with everyone I meet today so I thought I'd try something more direct."
She smiled and said, "Well, I'll drink to that. I'm Alex, by the way."
