Codes- MF, M-solo, oral, shame, reluctant, exhibition, voyeurism, cheating, light fem-dom bdsm; MM, anal, and Group Sex discussion.
Intro- This story is fictional and meant for mature open minds in a safe environment. Please do not read it if you object to the smut types listed above. It is based on real events from my college years, but names and a few other details are changed to protect the innocent. Some of my other works feature the same characters, including "Ruleskirter" and "Courtney Crowe", but none are required reading. Feedback is appreciated. I hope all my readers get better sexual experiences in their lives than what is depicted herein.
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Austin, TX. Summer 1997.
Doug Ramsay liked most things about the University of Texas at Austin.
The classes were as interesting and informative as advertised. The college was in a charming Central Texas city with usually good weather and a vivid nightlife featuring plenty of venues for dancing, movies, and live music. All the professors and most of the students he'd met so far were nice when he interacted with them. Decent place for a freshman student, the eighteen year old Caucasian youth from Beaumont thought. Of course, it was both my birth parents' alma mater and that of a few other people in my family, so it did come well-recommended. I might even stay in Austin a few years after college. I like the nightlife and the city in general.
Of course, there were a few downsides. Being in college with limited funds was one of them. He needed to spend his money carefully and structure a part-time job around his classes for extra work experience and money. Some of the classes were more difficult than he'd expected. The fact that he was starting in a voluntary accelerated learning summer program- he intended to get out of college quickly to save time and impress employers- only made things worse.
I might have to scale the courseload back a little next semester, he thought. Maybe get a new residence eventually too. The dorms- I wanted the full college experience for at least a few semesters- are okay but not great. The cafeteria food isn't high quality, and some of the people I have to live around just aren't to my liking. Oh well, gotta take the bad with the good.
Doug walked back into his dorm room at Jester, the largest campus residence hall, and sighed as he thought about his situation. He closed the room door and set his backpack down next to his bed. He'd asked the two guys across the hall to turn down their music just now and they'd been a little cranky about it even if they complied. The dinner he'd just had in the cafeteria had been bland also- as usual. At least I'm keeping in shape so far, he thought, checking his looks in the mirror on his desk. Martial arts, dancing, and other calisthenics coupled with mild weightlifting and healthy eating had sculpted him to an athletic stocky 5'10" frame. He combed his dark blonde hair with his fingers by reflex and adjusted the horn-rimmed glasses that framed his blue eyes.
Rapid knocking on the door interrupted him. "Yeah?" he called out.
"It's RA Ruben!" the visitor called back. "Can I talk to you a sec, Doug?"
Ruben?, Doug thought. Oh yeah, the Resident Assistant in this hall. Decent guy, supposed to help out if we have issues with the rules or our roommates or anything like that. He's given me advice about adjusting to college life and local entertainment.
He walked to the room door and opened it. "Hey," he said to the thin Hispanic with curly black hair standing in the hall. "What's up?"
"The guys in 525 said you didn't like their music volume. I reminded them you have the right to complain. Everything okay?"
"Yeah, thanks for asking. I just had some rough classes today and want to rest. I have more of them tomorrow."
"I get it." Ruben gave him a thumbs up. "Study hard. See you around."
"Thanks, Ruben," Doug said, returning the thumbs up. "See ya round."
He closed the door and tried to settle his thoughts. His homework for the night was already done, thank goodness. It was a school night, so nightlife could wait. He turned back his sheets and smoothed his pillows, then started to get undressed for a nap.
The door opening interrupted him. Doug looked and saw his roommate Josh Merrow entering. Josh doesn't always feel the need to knock, Doug mused. His roommate was the same age as him, but had quite a different personality. His major was undeclared so far, while Doug had chosen History and Criminal Justice. Josh didn't seem serious about studying, saying he was knocking out the universal requirements while he made up his mind what he wanted to do exactly. Doug studied hard and with purpose in contrast. Coupled with his slack muscles, gold hoop earrings, and curly blonde hair that was heavily gelled and dyed a few shades lighter than natural, Josh's carefree attitude was unsettling to Doug. But Doug didn't like to bug Josh about their differences. People had the right to choose their own interests. And for all he knew, he might even have a different roommate in a few weeks. Ruben had warned him about the possibility. "Make friends if you can, but don't get too attached. Try not to make enemies."
"Hey, roomie," Josh grinned at Doug, showing his teeth. He dropped his backpack and sat down on his bed across from Doug's. "How was your day?"
"A little rough," Doug answered. "Had a math midterm and a lit one too. History midterm tomorrow."
"You'll do fine," Josh assured him. "You study enough. Hey, you find a girlfriend yet?"
"No, Josh," Doug admitted. "I'm not looking for that till I get fully adjusted to being in college. I told you and Ashley that the day we met."
Ashley Peeples was Josh's girlfriend, a cute blonde freshwoman with dimples who was studying Nursing. What she saw in Josh Doug didn't know. They were both from Abilene while Doug had lived overseas before moving back to his native Beaumont to finish out high school after his diplomat stepfather had to move cities. He had only met Ashley twice after she helped Josh move in. Doug hadn't found himself easily able to connect with either of them. Sure, he'd known slackers like Josh before and studious scientific types like Ashley, and Ashley seemed nice, but Josh's presence and swarmy manner had ruined his mood around her. So he hadn't spoken to her or Josh at length thus far.
"You don't like talking to girls?"
"I like talking to girls just fine," Doug replied. "I've just only been here three weeks and haven't gotten to know any that well yet." He was usually shy around women- not everyone appreciated his looks or the faux British accent he put on to correct his speech impediment. The new city had also been challenging. Other than Josh and Ruben, he had yet to make more than a casual acquaintance with anyone, and he barely talked to either guy.
"No girls in your classes you like? No gym or club hook-ups? Nothing like that?"
Doug shook his head. "I've met girls in my classes, the cafe, the halls, and the gym. In the arcades, stores, and downtown too, although I haven't been downtown that much yet. I'm into studying over nightlife." Doug planned to get more into the local dance clubs and arcades later after he got settled in. He wasn't old enough to drink alcohol legally in Texas yet, after all. "No serious girlfriends here so far. I'm open to it, just hasn't happened."
"You got someone at another school? Maybe back home?"
"No, Josh."
"You a virgin?"
"No, Josh." Doug had enjoyed close physical relations with three different girls late in his senior year of high school, but Josh didn't need to know the details. "Why you asking me?"
"I know a girl you might like. She's coming over in a few minutes. You okay with that?"
"Uh..." Doug mused over the issue for a moment. He wasn't opposed to his roommate hooking him up with someone. Maybe she was a friend of Ashley's? He was tired but could muster energy for a brief meeting. To be polite at least. "I'm tired, but maybe just a quick meet and greet. That's all, right?"
"Sure."
"What's her name?"
"I'll let her introduce herself. She goes to school here. Freshman like us, undeclared, lives on the floor below ours. That okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Doug replied with a shrug. He was a little bothered by Josh's wheedling, but decided to drop the unease. Be nice, he told himself. This girl might be okay. Ashley's okay even if Josh isn't.
"I'll text her." Josh grinned again. "You get presentable." He gave Doug a thumbs up and turned away, pulling out his cell phone.
Doug sighed, then checked his looks in the mirror again. He changed his T-shirt for a nicer polo after some consideration, put on some shorts also, and shoved his earlier discarded jeans under the bed. He then used their communal sink to brush his teeth and wash his face. After that, he spritzed a bit of cologne on his wrists. Josh watched this and smirked.
"You'll like her, Doug," his roommate said. "She's very sex-positive."
Doug blinked at those words. He was okay with sex-positive women in general. He'd enjoyed intimate time with three of them so far in his life, and he wouldn't mind getting to know more. But Josh being so casual about mentioning the girl was sex-positive and the way his roommate was grinning bothered him. "How do _you_ know?" He changed his tone to a friendlier one at Josh's frown. "I mean, how do you know?"
"I just know, okay?" Josh was grinning again. "You'll agree when you meet her." There was a strong knock on the door just then. "That's probably her now. You ready?"
"I guess." Doug was growing more worried by the minute. Get through this, he thought. You can tell Josh and the girl you don't want to see her again if things go wrong. "You think I look okay?" Doug asked Josh, again trying to be nice.
His roommate nodded, then stood up and walked to the door. "That you, K?" he called out.
"Yeah!" a female voice called back. "You tell your roommate I was coming over?"
Doug thought the voice sounded a bit stuck up and snobby, like the queen bee gossip characters from teen dramas he'd seen on television. He shivered a bit. That sort of girl was definitely not his type. Maybe you're wrong about her, he reminded himself. None of the popular girls at either of the two high schools you've attended was such a person. You don't want to judge people on stereotypes.
"I told him," Josh said. "He's here. One sec." Josh looked at Doug with an earnest expression.
"It's fine," Doug assured him, trying to relax and stand at ease.
Josh gave him another thumbs up, then opened the door. A tanned brunette of about Doug's height walked in. Her smirk and aura exuded a haughty attitude that was further emphasized by her clothing. Doug involuntarily roamed his eyes over her loose white cashmere blouse and black satin pants framing a voloptuous figure with large breasts and slim legs. Pretty, he thought, but the sneer in her dark eyes and pouting lips ruins it for me. Maybe not for every guy, he thought, noticing the way Josh was gazing at the girl. Oh well, whatever.
"Uh, h-hi," he greeted the girl after straightening his posture a bit. "I-I'm..." Damn it, he was stuttering. He reactivated his accent. "I'm Doug Ramsay. Freshman, first month of college."
"K-Kathleen A-ansley," she chittered back after waiting for him to speak, extending her hand. "My f-first month too." Her stuttering was faked, obviously intended to belittle his. "You from England?"
"Beaumont," he said, shaking her hand. The girl's touch was warm and firm. At least she seemed confident in herself. "I use the accent to fix my speech impediment. Picked it up living overseas."
