When I was a sophomore in college I lived in a double with my roommate Dave. While I’m a fairly good looking guy, Dave always had more luck with members of the opposite sex. In fact, during our first month at school together I was pretty much in awe of this. And, of course I, on the other hand had little luck with girls. Whether I was too shy, or just didn’t have the sex appeal I’ll always wonder. Anyway, I did my fair share of ogling women, and I still do. I’d watch them walking around on campus, sitting, eating, and of course out in the bars each night.
There were so many great looking girls that I wondered who it was who was getting these delicious cuties to go to bed with them. I lusted after women constantly, imagined how they’d look out of their clothes, or in their panties, the things they’d say to their lovers, and how they’d sound as they made love. In class I’d always spend more time scanning the large auditorium for sexy coeds than paying attention to the lectures, which accounted for me failing a good number of exams. It was in my sociology class that I first saw Jackie. She was a stunning girl with a face like an angel, long blond shoulder length hair, slim with tight jeans usually, and an incredible ass. Once I got behind her when she was climbing the stairs in front of me and I thought I’d just die right there if I didn’t fuck her right away. But, such are the things of college made from, and mine to this point was certainly no exception.
Weeks later Dave and I were bar hopping at the Elmwood Strip. There’s a place in Buffalo if you know the town, called Mr. Goodbars. We were down a few beers when Jackie walked in. When I saw her my heart nearly stopped, and I leaned over to tell Dave that the girl of my nightly fantasies had just come in. Well, he began scolding me for not going right up to her and working up a rap. Finally, I gave in. Nervous as hell I made my way over to her. Wasn’t she the girl in my sociology class, I asked. And then she looked at me....and smiled...and I nearly dropped dead from nerves....my stomach hit the floor. I willed myself to be cool and bought her a drink.
We talked about how boring the class was, and how we could barely understand our professor’s accent. Fifteen minutes later I couldn’t believe she was still talking to me...and that’s when Dave came over. I wish I could say that I was able to hold my own then and there, but as Dave talked and laughed she began to look more and more at him, and less and less at me. He reached over and put his arm around her all the while joking and kidding with her. For the second time, and not for the last time that night, my stomach fell. I felt that familiar feeling....the one where you begin to feel like a third wheel. I told Dave that I wasn’t feeling so hot and that I was going to drive back to the dorm. We had only my car between us, but I wasn’t surprised when he said he’d catch me later. Half-heartedly saying goodnight, I took a long last look at Jackie and made for the door. The drive home was an extreme low point and finding the halls quiet, I went to my room. Falling asleep after jerking off to fading memories of hot, unobtainable pussy was too familiar to me.
Later that night I was awakened by the sounds of the door opening and Jackie’s all too familiar laughing. My heart began racing and I was instantly awake. Dave kissed her in the doorway and the last thing I saw was her leaning in close to him as the door shut quietly. In the darkness I could hear their kisses continuing and Jackie’s soft whispers. They made their way across the room to Dave’s bed which if you know anything about college dormitories was only about 10 feet away from mine and directly across from me. A delicious feminine giggle....and the sound of Dave’s zipper slowly being pulled down...a soft oooh...as Jackie felt Dave’s cock in her hands...
