Girls College Me

Chapter 1

Savannah + Firsts + Me

"I am so getting some dick in me this year," said Savannah, dropping her duffel bag from her shoulder.

My jaw went slack in shock. "Excuse me, did I just hear you correctly?"

"Yeah, you did. I said I want to be dicked, Charlie," she repeated, smirking.

Savannah was the quintessential tomboy. She was almost as tall as me, a good 5 foot 10, and kept her sandy hair shorter than all the other California girls. I'd known her since elementary school and ever since we'd discovered a shared love of movies and video games, we were joined at the hip. She was my best friend in middle school, then my only friend in high school, and now the only person I knew at UCSD.

Recently though, she'd started switching from game and movie talk to more raunchy topics, and well, I'd known her all my life and I was finding it hard to come to terms with the idea that she had her feminine urges. Just the thought of seeing her as a sexually curious woman was confusing in its own right, and her upfront way of expressing herself as such was giving me mental whiplash.

Savannah saw the look on my face and sighed. "We're about to start our college careers now, Charlie. You can't expect me just to be a virgin tomboy for the rest of my life."

I glanced over at her. She was wearing a loose-fitting T-shirt that had Heihachi from Tekken printed on, and a decidedly unsexy pair of khaki shorts that went down past her knees.

"Right..." I said.

She rolled her eyes but smiled. "And you'd better get laid too. Not that it'll be easy for a nerd like you."

"Yeah, as if it's gonna be a walk in the park for you. If I'm a nerd, you're a giga-nerd, not to mention your outfit doesn't do much for you in the 'getting laid' department."

She laughed and smacked my arm, and I couldn't help but notice how the movement made her chest move. Savannah's boobs had started growing sometime around early high school and by now she had quite an impressive rack, purely from an objective standpoint. But like I said, I'd never looked at her that way, and I didn't want to start now. She was like a brother to me, and I wasn't gonna let some tits get in the way of that.

She seemed to catch my gaze for a split second though, and she gave me a strange look before shrugging and turning around to start unpacking her things.

I didn't have a license yet but Savannah had gotten hers last year, so we'd taken her shitty BMW and rented a small storage trailer to bring our things over in. Our parents were the more hands-off type and after dropping us off at our new apartment near campus and helping bring our boxes inside, they'd given us quick hugs and kisses before leaving us to unpack our things alone.

Now, I know what you might be thinking - How hands-off are they to let a college girl and boy share an apartment? Well, like I'd said earlier, Savannah was such a tomboy that it was hard for anyone to imagine that something would happen between us. And the truth was, even with her new penchant for raunchy talk, I was super excited about our new living arrangements, expecting it to be something of a 4-year-long hang-out with my best friend.

I finished unpacking my clothes first because even though Savannah was a tomboy, she definitely had more shit than I did. I started fiddling with the TV, trying to set up our gaming console, but Savannah had always been the more tech-savvy one between the two of us and I was quickly getting frustrated with the mess of wires.

"Ugh, this shit is always so hard to connect, man," I muttered. "Hey, after you're done over there come help me with the TV, I dunno how to -- what the fuck are you doing?"

Savannah had her shirt pulled over her head and she was undressing right there in the hallway.

"What?" she said innocently. "It was hot and I got sweaty unpacking. Also what the fuck do you mean 'what the fuck'? We used to take showers together all the time when we were little, don't you remember?"

Her boobs were more massive than they looked underneath her shirt, and the fabric of her sports bra was stretched taut. Her flat stomach glistened with a thin sheen of sweat and suddenly, even with her ugly khakis on, she looked a million times more feminine than I'd ever seen her, and well, I'm a 19-year-old guy, you can't blame me for having a natural reaction.

I quickly turned around and shifted my attention back to messing with the wires, making sure to hide my growing erection.

"Go change in the bathroom or something. Like you said, we're not kids anymore," I muttered.

Savannah laughed and said, "What's that supposed to mean? It's not like I'm doing anything. What, did me having titties surprise you that much?"

When I didn't reply, she stopped laughing.

"Seriously?" she asked, and I swear I heard a bit of husk in her voice.

I suddenly heard her footsteps behind me and when she got near me, I deliberately leaned forward to hide my crotch. She grabbed my shoulder and jerked my arm away from covering myself, and when she did that my elbow grazed against the soft flesh of her tits. That was the last straw and I felt a surge in my dick as I got fully hard in my pants.

"Holy shit. You're hard," Savannah whispered.

Her eyes were glued to the tent in my pants.

"It's a physical reaction I can't control," I grunted, turning around so I wouldn't have to look at her as my face went hot.

Before I could stop her, she leaned her body against my back and reached around to place her hand on my dick over my pants. She didn't exactly grab it or anything, just placed her hand on it, but the contact was enough to send a shiver down my spine and my breath caught in my throat.

I turned around to face her, stunned, and found Savannah looking straight back at me, her deep brown eyes locking on to mine.

Then she promptly turned, grabbed her shirt, and ran out of the apartment, leaving me standing there with a hard-on and thoughts racing about what had just happened.

Despite my willy having a mind of its own and getting all excited, I knew in my head that Savannah was still my best friend, and it was a downright scary thought to imagine that we'd somehow made an irreversible change in our relationship.

She came back a few minutes later, and we stood there awkwardly for a second after she closed the door behind her.

Savannah cleared her throat. "Sorry about that," she said, not meeting my eyes.

"It's all good, I forgive you. I'm sorry too for, uh, getting hard I guess."

She nodded. "I'm just so used to doing everything around you, I kinda forgot you're still a guy and I'm a girl," she said, then looked back at me apologetically. "I hope this doesn't make things weird between us, though."

"Yeah, no, like I said, I forgive you, and this won't change the fact that you're my best buddy," I reassured.

"Thanks, Charlie," she said before giving me a wry smile. "If anything though, I'm kinda relieved to know that I can have that effect on you. What you said earlier about me being a giga-nerd is true, and a part of me was worried that even if I showed you my tits you wouldn't even bat an eye."

"Oh," I said dumbly. "Well, uh. Yeah. I don't think you have to worry about, uh, having that effect on guys. Seriously, there's like a neuron activation system in all guy's heads when they see boobs."

She grinned. "So you're saying the sight of my boobs alone was enough to get you that excited."

I felt my ears go hot and I looked away, embarrassed.

"I've decided. We're going to the freshman party tomorrow," Savannah said suddenly, a newfound confidence gleaming in her eyes.

"What. No. We don't do 'parties', remember? We stay inside and order pizza while we play street-fighter or watch shitty movies together."

"Yes, that's what we've done for the past 10 years, but tomorrow is gonna be different. We're going to a party, and I'm gonna find me a guy to get down with, and you're gonna find a girl, and we're gonna finally grow up."

I made a face. "Well, you can go do that on your own. I don't wanna go to a party, period, never mind going just to try to get laid."

"Ok, fine. You don't have to find anybody then. But I am," she stated matter-of-factly. "And you're gonna be there to wingman me."

I looked away, still not comfortable with the whole idea.

Savannah sighed. "Look Charlie, as much as I love spending every weekend playing games and talking movies with you, don't you think it's time we tried something new? I mean, it's college! We'll never be 19 again! Don't you wanna know what could be out there? And I'm sick of everyone seeing me as the 'Tomboy', I wanna be my own woman, and have casual sex like an adult."

I pursed my lips and narrowed my eyes. I looked at my best friend's pleading face and saw that despite everything she'd said, there was still some nervousness mingled with her excitement, and she needed someone to come with her and support her. And the thing is, I love Savvy to pieces. When I realized that she needed this, that she needed ME to help her with this, I couldn't find it in me anymore to say 'no'.

"Ok fine. I'll be the Goose to your Maverick," I said, raising my hands in surrender. "Don't expect me to be much help, though. I'm not exactly a master of social situations."

Savannah laughed and gave me a bear hug and once again, I felt her soft chest squish into mine. "Yes! I knew you wouldn't say no if I asked."

"Whatever," I said, trying not to show that some of her excitement was beginning to rub off on me. "What do you even need me to do, specifically? I've never been a wingman so I don't know what's expected of the role."

"Umm... well I guess you just help me find a guy that looks nice? And then tell him things about me that you'd think would get him interested or something."

"Wait-wait-wait. Savvy," I said. "Aren't we forgetting something?"

"What?"

"You're a virgin, dude."

"Uh, yeah. No shit Sherlock. So are you."

I blinked. "No. That's not what I mean. I'm saying, don't you want your first time to be more special? With someone that, you know, you love or something."

Savannah smirked and punched me lightly in the shoulder. "Well, aren't you a soppy romantic? Fortunately for me, I have no such qualms about losing my cherry, and I think the faster I get it over with, the faster I can start enjoying all this sex stuff."

I furrowed my brows, not quite agreeing with her reasoning.

"I think you're gonna regret it if you do it 'just to get it over with'," I said.

"I won't regret it."

"Are you sure, I mean--"

"Charlie, are you going to help me or not?" she said, cutting me off.

The usually more carefree and relaxed Savannah looked quite serious this time.

I let out a breath before saying, "Right. Okay then. I'll do my best to wingman you."

Savannah smiled. "Thanks, bro. I knew I could count on you," she said with genuine warmth.

That night, Savannah had waltzed into my room without so much as a knock and asked me for my opinion on the outfit she'd picked out for the party the next day.

Aside from her baseball cap, there wasn't a trace of the old tomboy Savvy left. She wore a white crop top with a plunging V-line to show off her ample cleavage, and her jeans wrapped around her legs in a way that accentuated the curve of her hips and ass. To top it all off, she wore a pair of dangling silver earrings that I would've never guessed she even owned, and all in all, it was as if the Savannah I had known growing up with had been replaced by some random hottie I barely recognized.

When I sat there frozen on my bed in shock, Savannah sauntered over with a smile on her lips which had also been painted a deep red.

She leaned over me, and while looking into my eyes she patted the growing bulge in my pants and said, "I'll take that as a compliment."

Even after she skipped out of my room, I couldn't relax at all. First of all, since when did we establish that we were the kind of friends where it was normal to pat my dick? Also, when did Savannah become such a hornball? Or was she always this way and she'd just decided that our college enrollment was the perfect time to release her pent-up urges?

Thoughts swirled in my head, and I found it hard to sleep, and even harder to share my best friend's optimism for the party.

***

When we got to the venue, we were both shocked at the sheer magnitude of the event. There were dozens of cars lining the entire street, and the crowd was already beginning to spill out of the mansion and onto the front lawn.

Being the inexperienced nerds we both were, this wasn't just our first college party, but our first party in general, so we'd taken the movie cliche to heart and decided to arrive 'fashionably late'. By the time we arrived, the party was already in full swing, and the street lamps had switched on, lighting up the dark of the night.

There were hundreds of bodies crammed into the building, and the mere thought of going inside filled me with a sense of dread, but it seemed like my buddy had the opposite reaction, her eyes lighting up with excitement. Savannah parked her beat-up BMW across the street and practically dragged me out of the car.

We crossed the street and made our way to the front door which had been propped open for people to come and go as they pleased. I did my best to take in my surroundings even as Savannah pulled me hastily by my arm, and just before I stepped inside, I locked eyes with a petite Asian girl who was sitting on one of the armchairs on the front patio. Her eyes were dark, almost black, and her raven-black hair was styled into a shoulder-length bob with silky bangs framing her face. She sat alone, holding her red solo cup between her hands, and it struck me that she seemed a bit detached from the whole party atmosphere. It was only a moment, though, and Savannah quickly pulled me inside the house before I could even hold my hand up in a wave.

Inside, the music was even louder than it had seemed from outside, and the reverberations of the bass combined with the bright lights gave me an immediate headache.

"I'm gonna go get us some drinks!" said Savannah, shouting over the music into my ear.

"Okay," I replied before pointing to the back door that seemed to lead to a pool area. "I'll meet you over there!"

Savvy gave me a quick double thumbs-up before darting away into the crowd. I saw more than one guy turn around to peer down at her cleavage as she weaved past them, and I didn't know whether to feel happy for her that she was getting the attention she seemed to want or worried for her and her ill-advised plan for the night.

Even though she'd said that she just wants to get her virginity 'over with', I still had it in the back of my head to make sure that the guy we picked out for her wasn't a douchebag that just wanted free pussy. Savannah was my best buddy after all, and even if she was being casual about it, I still thought she deserved to have a guy that would treat her well.

As I made my way to the back door towards the pool, I swore I saw another glimpse of the silky raven-haired girl I'd seen earlier at the entrance. Once I managed to dig my way out of the thickest part of the crowd though, she seemed to disappear again. I didn't really know why I was so caught up in trying to find this mystery girl, but I guess I just felt it'd be nice to know that there were other people here who didn't feel like they fit in with the crowd.

After a while, I saw Savannah's sandy hair poke out from the throng, and she made her way over to me, red cups in hand. As she walked past the people milling about by the poolside, a guy behind her casually grabbed her ass through her jeans and gave it a firm squeeze before flashing her a wink. She jumped at the contact and whirled her head around, but by then the guy was already gone.

She ran the rest of the way toward me and exclaimed, "Holy shit, did you see that?? That guy grabbed my ass!"

"Yeah, are you okay? That was pretty fucked up," I said, taking my drink from her before putting a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "Maybe this wasn't such a good -- wait, are you happy right now?"

Savannah's eyes were glittering with excitement. "Okay, well maybe not happy because that guy definitely shouldn't have done that, but still. I mean, he grabbed my ass. That means he at least thought I was a little hot right?"

"Um, I guess so?" I said, unsure of whether it was right to be happy with her or not.

She grinned and held up her fist, and I fistbumped her without much conviction but she seemed to be too absorbed in the moment to notice.

"So," Savannah said, scanning the pool area. "You see any guys that seemed like they might be down?"

"Maybe we should start with what you want first," I suggested. "Like what kinda preferences you have, and then from there we can start whittling down the possible options."

"Hmmm... Now that you mention it, I've never really thought about it. I kinda just go with whatever feels right usually."

"Really? It doesn't have to be uber-specific, you know. Could be something as simple as liking muscley guys, or guys with blue eyes, or maybe you like blonde dudes. Could be anything," I said.

Savannah squinted her eyes and pursed her lips as she took another sweep of the dozens of people hanging around, drinking or otherwise bumping along to the music while talking to one another.

Finally, she nodded. "I think I need them to be taller than me. I'm pretty tall so I don't get to feel that feeling of looking up to a guy, you know?" She looked over at me again and gave me a once-over before meeting my eyes. "Your height is perfect, actually."

Then she pursed her lips and continued. "I also don't want them to be too much of a jock, you know? I feel like they might be kinda rough and I don't want my first time to hurt or anything."

"Right, so you just want a normal dude who's a bit taller than average. Gotcha," I joked.

She rolled her eyes but didn't say anything more before turning back to the mob again. This time, I scouted the bobbing heads with her, occasionally taking small sips from my cup. After a couple of minutes, I was beginning to feel pleasantly buzzed before Savannah perked up beside me and pointed to the opposite corner at the far end of the pool. I squinted my eyes and leaned forward to see where she was gesturing, and then I saw the raven-haired girl from earlier.

"The Asian chick?" I asked, dubious. "I thought you wanted a dude?"

"No, dumbass, the guy in front of her. Look, he's about to go into the pool - that guy."

I saw who she was talking about now - a rather classically handsome guy, with hair lighter and better kept than mine, and much more defined musculature, but not too buff, like she'd said. I could only focus on him for a moment, though, before my eyes drifted back to the raven-haired girl. There was something about her that I was drawn to, perhaps it was how there seemed to be a bubble of calm that surrounded her even amid the hectic party. Also, she was hot, and I won't deny that either.

Savannah seemed to notice, and she punched my arm lightly. When I finally tore my eyes away from the raven-haired beauty, I saw Savvy giving me a smug look.

"You got the hots for that Asian gal, don't ya," she said, her eyes twinkling with self-satisfaction. "I told you you'd find someone too. Now let's go bag me that blonde hottie and I'll help you with the black-haired girl after. Deal?"

She burped loudly, and I noticed that she was starting to wobble on her feet a bit. In hindsight, I should've put a stop to everything then and there, but I was a bit dizzy too and there was a part of me that didn't want to miss my opportunity with the raven-haired girl.

"Nah..." I said. "I'll still help you with Mr. Handsome but I think I'll go talk to the girl on my own."

Savvy frowned. "You sure?"