SUNDAY
John stirred in his sleep. Light was streaming through the thin curtains that covered his bedroom windows. Through blurry eyes, he looked at his clock. 10:28am -- it was late morning already.
John groaned and rolled over onto his back. It was then that he realised that Alex was no longer in the bed with him. He sat up sharply, disappointed that she had gone, but noticed a scrap of paper on his bedside table. Picking it up, he rubbed his eyes and read:
"Thanks for an amazing night. Let's make sure we do this again. Alex xxx"
He was relieved, and all the more so when he saw that she had written down her phone number at the bottom of the paper. He sighed, lying back on the bed and reflecting on his time with Alex.
It really had been an amazing first night at university. John had met Alex in a bar and they'd hit it off immediately and headed back to their halls together. On the way home, Alex had given John an incredible blowjob -- a favour John had returned once in his room by licking her pussy to multiple orgasms. They had then fucked into the small hours before drifting off to sleep.
In the middle of the night, John had woken to find his cock fully erect and pressed against Alex's smooth bum cheek. His shuffling on the bed had woken Alex, who, without saying a word, reached between her legs and behind her to take John's cock in her hand and guide it into her pussy. This time they fucked slowly and sleepily -- John reached round to thumb her clit as he eased his cock in and out of her tight hole. After what felt like a heavenly eternity, they came in unison before falling back to sleep.
John knew he wanted to see Alex again, but, spurred on by his first night's success, resolved to himself to put himself about more widely over the coming days.
He finally got up at about 11 o'clock and, after shaving, showering and having some breakfast, he went out to explore the surrounding area in the daylight -- all the while reminiscing about the night before.
It was as John was locking his door that he heard footsteps and a voice behind him.
"Hey stranger!"
Recognising her soft tones from the previous day, he knew instantly that it was Clare -- the gorgeous, leggy brunette who he'd been hoping to bed until he'd lost her in a packed bar and met Alex instead. He turned round and saw that Clare was clearly on her way out for a run. John couldn't help himself from noticing her athletic physique which was well accentuated by her tight black leggings.
"Hey yourself!" he replied. "Sorry I lost you last night."
"Yeah, sorry about that. The bar was so packed -- some bouncers told us to get out just after you'd gone to get drinks," she said, sounding guilty about abandoning him.
John was relieved -- Clare seemed genuinely bothered about getting separated.
"Don't worry," he said to her, "these things happen. Did you enjoy yourself?"
"Nowhere near as much as you did," Clare replied with a cheeky smile.
John suddenly remembered that Clare had the room directly above his. With the noise that he and especially Alex had made last night, Clare must have heard them. He felt himself start to go pink with embarrassment.
"I...I'm sorry about that," he stammered.
"Don't worry about it," Clare replied, still smiling. "It is freshers' week -- you're supposed to have fun. And it certainly sounded like you and your...companion were having a lot of fun."
"Ummm, thanks," John said coyly.
But before he could think of anything else to say, Clare made a move towards the front door.
"Catch you later, John!" she said and she darted outside on her run.
Despite his embarrassment at his sexual exploits being overheard, John admired the quiet confidence of the way Clare had handled it -- and he hoped he wasn't imaging it when he detected a tone of admiration in her voice. He was determined to see if he could take things further with her if the opportunity presented itself.
The afternoon was a bit of a drag. John went over to the canteen to get some lunch and then joined some of the guys he'd met last night to play football for a couple of hours, but he felt distracted throughout and couldn't get Alex and Clare out of his head. He thought about texting Alex to see if they could hook-up, or knocking on Clare's door and seeing what happened, but he didn't want to look desperate and still hoped an opportunity would present itself that evening.
He didn't have to wait long. It was nearly 6pm and John was sitting at his desk in his room and going through his emails. Most were boring admin stuff alerting him to upcoming class inductions or lectures, but then he noticed one from the student union in his halls with the subject line "Freshers' Speed Dating Tonight".
John opened it and read it carefully. He was pleased to see that the common room, which was about five minutes' walk from his own bedroom would host a "getting to know you" event that evening at 9pm. Whilst it wasn't actual speed dating as the subject line had implied, the idea was the same -- with people switching tables every couple of minutes to meet someone new. John quickly resolved to go along.
He stayed in his room for the next three hours, nipping out to the kitchen to make some pasta for his dinner. When it was nearly time to go, John felt strangely nervous as he put on a new shirt and some aftershave. He looked across at his unmade bed, where, less than 24 hours earlier, he had been fucking Alex from behind. His cock grew hard and before long he was masturbating vigorously, thinking about the sweet taste of her pussy and the feel of the blowjob she'd given him. He grunted as he came.
Having cleaned up, he made the short walk across the halls' grounds to the common room where the speed dating event was taking place.
As he stepped inside the large room, John was relieved to see that he was far from alone, with sixty to seventy guys and girls standing around and chatting awkwardly. In the middle of the room, there were numerous small tables, each with two chairs on opposite sides. And on each table there was what looked to John to be a small pile of cards.
Everyone milled around for a few minutes before a big guy called James, who had conducted the campus tour yesterday, came in and told everyone to sit down at their nearest table. The student union reps passed drinks round, and once all the students had found somewhere to sit, James proceeded to explain the rules -- the people on one side of the table would stay sitting down throughout, whereas those on the other side would move to the next table every two minutes; the cards contained challenges or conversation topics designed to keep things lively.
Sitting down with his beer, John saw that he was opposite a guy called Stuart who he'd met in the bar last night and was good fun, and appropriately enough the top card on the deck read "What did you do on your first night of uni?".
"Go!" James shouted, trying to put some urgency into proceedings.
John smiled to himself and asked Stuart if he'd done anything after leaving the bar.
"Nah, mate," said Stuart, "just went to bed. Looked like you were off for a good time though -- saw that girl you went back with."
John hated bragging about his conquests but felt he had to say something.
"Yeah," he said with a smile, "we had a good time."
