My first month of college was a huge disappointment. In high school, I'd heard many stories about how college life would be different from high school. The stories exaggerated about how liberal the students would be and how loose the girls would be. My older brother constantly reminded me about how easy it was to get laid in college.
That wasn't my experience during September of my freshman year at university. I had been a loser in high school and it continued in college. However, he was right about how easy it was to get laid. I lost my virginity at a fraternity party the second week of school but the entire affair was a disaster. I had no idea what was happening and what to do. The sophomore coed who cornered me at the party was aggressive and not particularly attractive. Inside the cramped bathroom in the back of the fraternity house, she pulled out my cock, bent over the sink, lifted her skirt and tried to get me to fuck her. She seemed to be in a hurry as if she had some kind of quota for the evening.
My cock was a long way from erect and hardly able to accommodate her. She was annoyed at my lack of rigidity and used her hands and mouth to improve my hardness. When she was satisfied at my readiness, she returned to bending over the sink and invited me to enter her. I lost some of my stiffness on the trip to her vagina but I did manage to enter her.
Barely thirty seconds later, I unloaded a volume of sperm laden semen inside her.
She was furious with me. Not only was my performance subpar, I was an idiot for cuming inside her. Pregnancy was the last thing she wanted from a worthless freshman fuck in a tiny bathroom.
I assume she spread some unflattering comments among the other coeds. Even the girls I'd managed to have conversations with stopped talking to me, some even avoiding me altogether. Life on campus was lonely. Everyone, except me, was getting laid regularly. Listening to my roommate constantly describe his conquests reminded me of my isolation. I continued to attend parties during the following weekends. Fortunately, I did not encounter my obsessed bathroom partner again but none of the coeds even greeted me with a simple "Hi."
I took the time to learn everything I could about having recreational sex. My brother was sympathetic and helpful, offering me sage advice that had worked for him on approaching and satisfying coeds.
I was attending a huge, rush week fraternity party the second week of January when my roommate encouraged a pretty coed to talk to me. I waited against the rear wall of the room while he brought her to talk. When she realized whom he was referring to, she responded, "Kiss my ass."
Something inside me snapped. I'd had enough. "You're on," I shouted. People stopped talking and looked at me.
"What did you say?" the woman asked.
"I accept your offer to kiss your ass," I told her.
"No fucking way," she responded. "Your lips are not getting anywhere near my ass."
I was on a roll, out of my shell and ready to rumble. I raised my arms and shouted, "Attention!"
That seemed to work. All conversation stopped and everyone looked my way. "This young lady just invited me to kiss her ass and she reneged on her promise when I accepted her offer," I yelled.
"I respect her right to change her mind," I continued. "But I'm still committed to kissing someone's ass. Are there any volunteers to replace her and have their ass kissed by me?"
There was a long silence in the room until one coed in a group of coeds on the other side of the room raised her hand. "I'll take that offer," she called out.
Her companions tried to stop her but she walked confidently across the room to face me. "Are you the guy who wants to kiss someone's ass?" she asked.
"I am," I replied with more confidence than I felt.
She turned around, bent slightly at the waist and pointed to her backside. "Will this ass do?" she asked.
"I haven't seen a nicer ass to kiss than that ass," I said.
"You're on," she said. "I hope you make it memorable," she challenged.
"Where do you want to do this?" I asked.
"Right here is okay with me," she said.
"Show me some ass," I challenged.
She reached under her skirt, pulled her panties down to her knees, turned around, bent over and lifted her skirt to her waist. "Your move," she said.
I knelt on the floor behind her, held her hips in both hands and kissed her right cheek. Encouraged, I didn't stop there. I pressed my lips against her cheek, opened my mouth, swirled my tongue on her skin and sucked. I didn't stop for several minutes. A hickey was probable.
When I let up, she wiggled her ass and presented me with her other cheek. I repeated my performance on her left cheek. By the time I finished, several nearby observers where shouting things like, "Oh, yeah" and "Go man." Others were applauding.
She stood up and pulled up her panties. "Memorable?" I asked.
"Unforgettable," she commented. She gave me a quick kiss on the lips and headed back toward her companions.
Suddenly, I was the center of attention at the party. My roommate took my arm. "Time to go, bro," he said.
"Why?" I asked. "I'm on a roll."
"Leave them wanting more," he said. "And give them time to talk and embellish what they think they saw."
Whatever they told each other, the effect was almost immediate. I was sitting in the student union the next day, munching on French fries and sipping a root beer when three coeds approached my table.
"May we sit down?" one asked.
"It's a free world," I replied. "Sit wherever you like."
They sat at the table with me. "You're Jerome?" one asked.
"I am," I told her, "but I prefer Gerry. With a G."
"Gerry, with a G," she continued. "Lacie told us what happened at the party last night."
"Lacie?" I asked.
"Lacie. The woman whose ass you kissed," she explained.
"I didn't know her name," I confessed.
"But you were the one who kissed her ass?" she asked.
"I only kissed one ass last night so it must have been her's," I agreed.
"You left one hell of a mark," she confided. "She showed us this morning."
"Two actually," I said.
Lacie took that moment to sit at the table. She sat gently. "Hi, Jerome," she said.
"Hi, Lacie," I responded. "Gerry will do. With a G."
"Thanks for the experience last night," Lacie said.
"I should be thanking you," I suggested.
"Sounds like we have something to discuss," commented Lacie.
"Whenever you want," I said.
Lacie looked at the others at the table. They took the hint and excused themselves. When we were alone, Lacie continued the conversation. "I've never been kissed like that, on my ass or anywhere else."
"The girls said I left marks," I stated.
"You did," Lacie admitted.
"I could kiss them and make them better," I suggested.
