"Bye sweetheart. We'll miss you. Call us if you need anything and don't forget to make dinner reservations for Parents Weekend. You can bring friends if you'd like. It's in a little over a month. I put the date on the calendar we hung in your room. Ok honey?"
"Arnold?"
"Arnold?"
You realize your mom is calling your name. Maybe she's finally done talking and ready to get the fuck out of here. This is college, at last. You've been waiting for this ever since your friend Bobby's older brother told you that college girls like to slut around. Only they don't call it slutting around. They call it 'experimenting with life.' Honestly, you couldn't care less what they called it as long as it means that some fucking will done on your part. High school girls just don't quite cut it. Your girlfriend was (well is, since you technically didn't break up yet) such a prude - she refused to have sex because she "wasn't ready." If it weren't for the fact that she was gorgeous and gave great head (and the fact that you were boning one of her field hockey teammates) you would have dumped her ass a long time ago. But what the hell, she'll never know what you're up to and you'll still have someone to give you blow jobs when you go home for breaks.
"Arnold!"
"Oh, sorry mom. I was just thinking how weird it's going to be living away from home. I won't forget the reservations and I'll call a lot."
Now your mom gets tears in her eyes. Why won't she just leave! You want to explore. You saw that really cute girl moving into your building. With any luck she'll live on your floor.
"Okay Arnold, we'll see you in a month then." Your mom hugs you good-bye. She doesn't want to let go, but your dad pulls her away and helps her into the car.
"Good luck son." He reaches out to shake your hand. "These are going to be the best years of your life." He smiles and winks at you like he knows exactly what you have on your mind.
"Right. Bye dad. Drive safe."
Your parents finally drive off. You're so excited you could scream. But, you're not a dork, so you just smile and head up the walkway.
The last time you saw the campus was your senior year on a college tour with your parents. It was raining and you weren't really paying attention anyway. Besides, you're pretty sure there is a hell of a lot more to college life than some 100 year old building. You head up the path, but fork off to the right away from your dorm. Everyone seems to be so busy. There are lots of parents and their kids moving stuff into their own rooms. They're all freshman though. You all had to come early for orientation. The rest of the school won't arrive for three more days. As you pass one building you note the name -- Chandler Hall. You smile and hope you'll spend many evenings in there. While your dorm is co-ed, this one is all girls.
What the hell, maybe someone might need a little help moving boxes or furniture. And since your such a big strong man maybe someone will repay you somehow.
You wander around the floors and unfortunately you have not seen one girl who could do anything for you. No wonder they are living in an all girls dorm, they are so ugly they couldn't give their pussy away.
