Chapter 4 - A Real Date
The first week of classes went by rather uneventfully. It was readily apparent that our performance at the Gamma Delta Iota house on Saturday had been the subject of campus gossip. In classes and on campus, the guys gave me more than the usual quick once over and the girls were rather cool towards me. However, this did not really bother me because I knew that I was trying to become more libertine.
More out of necessity than concern for appearances, my campus dress during the week was much more conservative. I basically wore skirts that stopped just above my knees and proper blouses. This was the wardrobe that my minister mother had sent me off to college with. Although I had managed to secure a couple of sexy outfits, I decided to save them for times when they could do some real good for me.
I was determined to show the world that a small town girl could succeed. In order to stay ahead of the class work, I spent a lot of time early in the week at my study carrel in the library. However, on Wednesday evening and again on Thursday evening, my roommate, Julie, disappeared for the entire evening. With Julie out of the room, I elected to study in the room both nights.
By Friday, though, I was ready for the week-end to come. It did not hurt that Bruce who I had met at registration and was in two of my classes had asked me to go with him to the campus movie on Friday evening. After class on Friday, I decided to do my laundry and some studying. Julie, one of our suite mates, Megan, her best friend, Sandy and I grabbed an early dinner.
I then went back to the room, took a quick shower and got ready for my date. I decided that I was not going to encourage Bruce to end up in bed as I had the three Gamma Delt brothers last week, although I had no intentions of becoming the campus Ice Maiden either. I selected a pair of jeans and a sleeveless top that showed a bit of my 34C cleavage but tucked into my jeans. Underneath, I decided to go sexy with a pair of my bikini panties and the push-up bra that I had purchased that week. I figured that if I let Bruce get me down to my bra and panties at that point I might as well look like I was interested in pursuing the matter to its obvious conclusion. Besides, it made me feel sexy which I enjoyed. I finished putting on my make-up and brushing my hair just as the intercom rang announcing that Bruce was in the lobby waiting for me. I grabbed my college i.d. and stuffed it in my jean pocket along with two quarters. Saying good bye to Julie I told her that I did not expect to need the room tonight. She replied that if I changed my mind, she would just find somewhere to hang out.
I met Bruce in the lounge. He had on khakis and a polo shirt. We briefly exchanged greetings before heading out to the Events Center where the weekly campus movie was shown. As we ambled over to the Center, Bruce acted like the perfect gentleman on a first date and I acted like a perfect lady on a first date, if you understand the drift. When we got to the building we both showed the ticket taker our college identification cards and we got into the show at no charge. We walked into the theater and found two seats in the middle of the auditorium. During the movie we occasionally held hands but that was the limit of our physical contact.
After the movie we strolled over to the student union holding hands. Bruce bought us soft drinks and an order of nachos. We sat in the union listening to a student trio and talking about our pre-college lives and a little bit about our post college dreams. I told Bruce about my early years in Chicago where my father was a cop and how my mother got religion and became a minister. I also told him about our move to small town Iowa when my mother got her church and my father joined the police force shortly before he was made chief of police. As a result, my teenage years were rather sheltered and confining.
Even though the details were different, we both marveled at how similar Bruce's youth was to mine. Bruce grew up in a small town in eastern upstate New York not much bigger than my hometown. Bruce's father was an attorney who dabbled in local politics. Both Bruce's parents had attended our college and Bruce was expected to go to law school and then return home to join his father's law practice. Because of his father's position Bruce always felt confined in his hometown.
When the trio was finished playing, Bruce asked me if I would like to leave and go to his room to listen to some music. Against my better judgment I agreed. As we wandered over to the freshmen guys' dorm, we continued our conversation. After we got into the room, Bruce said, "Would you like another Coke? I'm sorry that I can't offer you anything else, but the liquor is Bob's and we agreed not to touch each other's stuff."
"That's alright. A Coke is fine, after last week-end I'm trying to stay off the booze." Bruce pulled two Cokes out of the refrigerator and handed one of them to me. I looked around the room and noticed that the two beds both had a length wise rail making them into couches. "What time is Bob supposed to be back?"
"Oh, he went home for the long week-end. I don't expect him back until Monday night." Walking over to the CD player, Bruce asked, "What would you like to listen to?"
I noticed that it was just before eleven o'clock and I replied, "Fox has my favorite show on at eleven. Mind if we watch TV instead?"
"Of course not." Bruce turned the television on with the remote and flicked the channel button until he found the local Fox channel. "I don't watch much TV and I don't know the local channels yet." He sat down on his bed/couch and I sat down next to him.
"Thanks for letting me watch the show. I hope that it doesn't bore you."
"I think that you are a fascinating person Jenny. If something interests you, I would like to know it."
The episode was a repeat and after a few minutes, I turned to Bruce and said, "Back home I had a boyfriend both my junior and senior years in high school. We broke up because he was going to the university and I was coming here. I wanted to be free to date different guys without feeling guilty and I think that he wanted the same thing."
"Is he gay?" Bruce chuckled.
Turning a little red, I replied, "Oops, I meant that I think he wanted to be able to date females without worrying about having a girlfriend 800 miles away. I can tell you he is not gay, not that there is anything wrong with being gay, but let's just say I know he is not gay."
Bruce put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled my head against his shoulder. "I assume that you two did it."
"We did it three times. The first time was on the night of our senior prom. We did it twice more over the summer. The biggest problem was that in our town everyone knew us and my parents and I just couldn't get comfortable in the usual teenage situations. The last time we were able to have unaccounted for time was just before he left for college the night we officially broke up. How about you?"
"Well, I did have a girlfriend in high school, but we never got it on. The most we ever did was some heavy necking. The biggest problem for us was that everyone knew our families and we were afraid of getting caught." His hand drifted down off my shoulder and cupped my far breast. I sighed at the contact and although there were two layers of clothing between Bruce's hand and my breast, I could feel a twinge of anticipation. He continued by saying, "Then this summer I took a job in Maine working at a lodge. One of the waitresses and I became very close. I can't tell you how often we did it, but it was one hell of a summer. She had her own apartment and I spent most nights there as well as most of my off duty hours during the day. I really hated to leave to come to college, but I am not ready for a full-time commitment."
I turned and planted a kiss on Bruce's cheek. "We are so alike it is almost scary," I cooed in his ear. Bruce returned the kiss, but on the lips. "After what happened last week-end, you were about the only guy that I wanted to go out with this week-end. Since you had already asked me, I figured that you were about the only guy on campus that was not just trying to get in my pants."
"Well to be honest about it, I had decided to try you again before I heard about your fraternity frolic. That just made me want to go out with you even more." He gave my breast another gentle squeeze. "You know Jenny, you are one hot looking chick. Given what I heard about your show, I figured that I would be lucky to get a date with you since every guy on campus is going to want to date you."
I blushed. "Well - I decided that I wasn't going to be quite so easy this week-end." I could see a look of disappointment flash across Bruce's face. "But, but, I'm still willing to let things happen that happen. There has to be a happy medium between being a real slut and an ice maiden. Don't you agree?"
"Yes. I never thought of you as a real slut. I just figured that you were following your roommate's lead. Bob told me that Julie couldn't get enough of his dick. He said that he fucked her 10 times last week-end."
"I heard eight, but let's not talk about them." I finished the statement with a wet full mouthed kiss. Bruce returned the kiss probing my mouth with his tongue. I slipped my hands behind his head and pulled his face tight to my lips. Bruce's one hand continued to squeeze and play with my breast through my top and bra. His other hand started to roam over my neck and back.
We broke our lip lock and I released my grip on his head. I started running my hands down his neck to his chest. At the same time, Bruce planted a series of small, light kisses on my cheek and on my ear before starting to kiss down my neck. I could feel my nipples hardening inside my push up bra and my pussy started to lubricate. As his kisses reached the exposed tops of my tits my hands reached for his stiff cock. All of a sudden, I sat up and said "Bruce, please stop. I don't feel that we should be doing this."
