The following story is true. This is an encounter from my days in college in the early 1980's. Names have been changed to protect the innocent (if you believe anyone in this story is innocent!)
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When you grow up in a small Midwestern town, you don't realize how innocent or naive you are until you leave and live somewhere else. My name is Matt and as I went through high school all I could think about was getting out of this town and making my mark in the world. I played football and was fortunately good enough to attract the attention of a couple of schools, even if they were smaller, private colleges. I chose to go to a school in Wisconsin and while I would be several hours from home, I was excited to be living on my own. I had a girlfriend (the only one I ever had) but since she was going to another school in a different state, we decided to end our relationship that summer before we left for college. She was the first and only person I had sex with and later I realized how inexperienced we were. As summer came to an end I had to report for training camp and arrived at the school with my eyes wide open not knowing what to expect.
The football team had to be there about ten days before any other students so we had the run of the campus for awhile. Of course, after brutal two a day practices we were too exhausted afterward to do anything but sit in our dorms and talk about our families and about the plays we needed to learn. It was a nice bonding experience as the upper classmen seemed to take us under their wings and really helped us out. I still have several friends I'm close to from those days and enjoyed my time there.
Once the other students arrived as classes began, the campus took on a completely different look and atmosphere. It seemed this school attracted the most beautiful women; or maybe it was my outlook after seeing the same girls year after year in the small town I was from. I constantly had a sore neck from twisting around to look as they walked by on their way to class, or the dorms. Compared to where I grew up this was heaven. Of course, I was a little self conscious as I wasn't the most handsome guy there and really didn't know much of what to say anyway. I spent most of those early days just hoping, somehow, I would figure out what to say beyond "Hi".. That all changed when the yearly fraternity and sorority pledging began. The school had eight fraternities and six sororities and every fall, they each tried to outdo themselves to attract the most attention. Three fraternities approached me to pledge - one had most of the football players in it; the other two were a mix of athletes in other sports and regular students. You can learn a lot by just listening and as people would discuss the fraternities on campus, it helped me decide which one I would want to be a part of - the football players frat was out; too many problems with campus administration and the local police. Kind of our own Animal House so to speak. Another one had a small membership and was in danger of being disbanded, so I pledged to the third fraternity. There were only five football players in and a total of only fourteen athletes out of a total membership of thirty seven. Obviously, the guys on the football team were disappointed when I didn't select their fraternity.
This was when opportunities started to happen as far as meeting and getting to know some of the women on campus. Our fraternities had women, who normally belong to a sorority of their own, affiliate themselves with the fraternities as well. It basically was a system designed to help new students get to know women on campus and get laid (remember, this is 1980). My old girlfriend and I had sex at every opportunity for the year we were together, so since I had been at school, I had not had the opportunity at all. To make matters worse, living in a dorm leaves almost no privacy to masturbate so after several weeks I was incredibly horny. When I learned of this, I thought it wouldn't be long before the chance came. After pledging, I did meet and get to know more women on the campus than I had previously known. And as your circle of friends grows, you get to know more and more people. But a few weeks passed and even though the women were friendly, it just didn't seem I was making a connection with anyone. I had gone on a couple of dates but nothing occurred other than heavy kissing and petting through our clothes as someone's roommate, or something else interrupted the moment. I would leave with a massive hard on and a painful case of blue balls.
One evening, after dinner, I was sitting on a bench by the tennis courts just watching some people playing. I was sore from football practice and was trying to relax a little before returning to my room to study. As I watched, a voice said, "Hi, Matt. How's it going".
I looked up to see Sue, one of the women affiliated with my fraternity. She sat down on the bench next to me. Sue was always very nice and a sweetheart, but she was a little heavy and almost as tall as I was at 6 '. She had short, dark hair with dark eyes. While she had a pretty face, I had always thought of her as a friend and never felt a physical attraction to her.
"Hi Sue. I'm doing fine. Just a little sore from football and I'm trying to relax before I hit the books."
"I don't know how you guys can go day after day banging each other around during football practice. It's amazing more of you don't get hurt."
She looked at me with what looked like actual concern.
"Well, you get used to it for the most part. Coach was mad at us for losing the game Saturday at the last minute, so practices this week have been a little tougher than usual."
As I said this, she started to slowly massage and rub my neck. Her hands were incredibly soft and felt really good as she moved around and was working out the knots in my neck.
She said, "You're awfully tight and tense in your neck. Are you sure you're OK?"
"Yea, I'm fine. But that does feel really good."
"You know, I'm working on being a massage therapist on the side. I'm always wanting someone I can practice on. Could I practice on you?"
Since her hands were really loosening me up and helping with the soreness, I just nodded my head and said, "Sure, why not?" She suggested we go to her room so she could give me a better massage so we left the bench and walked to her dorm. We continued talking about classes, the school, when we may get a chance to go home again. Just the normal things any college students would talk about. We entered her dorm and since I didn't know where her room was I suggested she lead the way. The dorms were old and didn't have elevators so we had to take the stairs. As she walked ahead of me I couldn't help notice the view from the rear. She had on a pair of jeans and while she was a big girl, I saw they encased a very round ass. The jeans were tight and she actually looked good in them. As we reached her room and entered, I saw her roommate, Mary Jo was there. Any thoughts about Sue quickly evaporated. I knew Mary Jo from around campus. She was affiliated with a different fraternity so I didn't talk to her much other than a hello. She had long, curly red hair, was shorter than Sue and slender. She was very attractive but most guys on campus had said no one ever had a chance with her and she was considered an ice queen.
"Mary Jo, I'm going to practice a massage on Matt. That won't bother you will it?" Sue asked.
She was watching tv and replied, "No, it's no problem. Hi. Matt. Football practice a little rough today, huh?"
"Yes, " I replied. "Sue has offered to work the kinks out for me."
"You won't mind if I stay to finish watching this movie, do you?"
I quickly thought this is her room and I'm intruding and I said, "no not at all."
Sue asked me to lay on her bed so she could reach my back and neck. She started at my neck again and her soft hands felt incredible as they kneaded and rubbed my neck and upper shoulders. It felt so good and relaxing, I felt myself wanting to fall asleep. After a few minutes, Sue asked me, "Do you mind taking your shirt off? I want to do a good massage and it's in the way."
I raised up to remove it as I had no problem going shirtless. While I wasn't chiseled or had a six pack, I still was pretty muscular from the weightlifting I'd done and being young, still had a V shaped waist. Any chance I had to show off the results I would take. I laid back down on the bed and Sue began again. She slowly caressed my neck and back, moving her hands around each area of muscle. She seemed to know exactly where to rub and my soreness slowly was melting away. While I was relaxed and almost asleep, I could feel the stirring of an erection. I thought, God, no, not here and not with Sue! I wasn't attracted to her in that way and Mary Jo was in the room as well. Unfortunately, an 18-year old body doesn't respond to common sense and within minutes, as she continued the massage, I had a full blown erection. I tried everything I could think of to will it away, but the hard on wouldn't go down. I started to get nervous and was trying to think what I could do to either get rid of it, or hide it.
Sue then said, "Roll over so I can massage the front muscles."
I was horrified - Sue, who had always been nice to me, and Mary Jo was in the room as well, and I didn't know what they would think if I rolled over. I stayed as I was praying my mindless dick would develop a brain and figure out what do.
"Come on Matt, I have to work the front side so I know how to do a full massage."
I rolled over with my eyes closed, holding my breath, and hoped they wouldn't notice. This is where the naivety came in I mentioned earlier. Somewhat innocently going to a woman's room for a massage and not thinking I wouldn't get a hard on after it had been so long since I was touched by a woman? As I was laying on my back, Sue gasped and said, "Oh my. I'm really sorry Matt."
While I'm not the largest, my dick is about 7 inches. Since I haven't had any sex for awhile, it felt like concrete and created a massive bulge in the front of my jeans. Mary Jo was still watching the tv and didn't hear Sue's surprise when I turned over.
"I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to excite you; I was just wanting to practice my massage techniques, " she said, almost in a whisper.
"It's alright, Sue, " I replied, quietly as well. "This is my fault. I shouldn't be thinking these thoughts. I'm really sorry." The embarrassment was making me feel sick and I was afraid I may ruin a friendship with someone that I did like. But dammit, as I sat there, my erection wouldn't go away. It was starting to hurt and I shifted best I could to try and find some comfort.
