Disclaimer: this story involves cuckolding. All characters are over the age of 18.
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Part 1: Meeting Chloe
I was nervous. I had just moved halfway across the country, leaving the hometown I had lived in my entire life. I wasn't sure what to expect from college. I was excited to be on my own, but as a shy, geeky, somewhat effeminate boy, I was scared that I might not fit in.
I was lucky to have parents who paid for me to live in my own apartment, even as a freshman. It was pretty small, but it was just a five minute walk from campus. Still, I was worried that living on my own would keep me from making friends. Most of the freshmen would be living in dorms together, hanging out with the other kids on their floor and going to parties together.
Even though I was shy, I was determined to make at least one friend at my freshman orientation. I arrived at the auditorium where all the freshmen were expected to gather and took a seat, nervously scanning the room. I nodded and said "hi" softly to the guy sitting next to me, who said "hey" back but quickly turned to the person sitting on the other side of him.
Looking around the room, I froze as I saw the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen walk into the auditorium. She was about 5'6" and had blonde, shoulder-length hair and a cute, bright smile. She wore a tight pair of jeans and a thin, pink tank top that showed about an inch of her midriff. Her black bra was visible through the tight-fitting tank top, which revealed plenty of cleavage from her C-cup breasts. I saw several guys stop and stare as she walked in.
As she looked around, she noticed the empty seat next to me and started walking toward me. I couldn't believe my luck! This hot girl came and sat down right next to me, smiling at me and saying, "Hi! I'm Chloe."
"Oh, uh, um, hi," I stammered. "I'm Noah."
"Nice to meet you, Noah," she said.
I couldn't believe this girl was talking to me. We chatted for a few minutes, telling each other where we were from and what our majors were. I couldn't help but keep glancing down at her cleavage, it was so on display. As she was telling me about what classes she had signed up for, she leaned forward, and I couldn't help but stare at her perky tits. She paused for a second, and I looked up at her. She had clearly caught me. I felt myself turning red, and started stammering an apology. She just giggled and touched my arm. "Don't worry about it, Noah, I know guys like to look at my body."
"Oh...uh..." I didn't know what to say, looking all around the room to avoid peeking at her cleavage again.
She laughed. "You're cute."
"I...uh...I am?" I said, stunned.
"Yeah," Chloe said. "In, like, a baby-faced, prettyboy kind of way. I actually thought you might be gay when I sat down, but I can see by how much you like staring down my shirt that you're not."
"I, uh, I'm sorry, I just..." I started, but she just giggled and touched my arm again.
The orientation started, and we turned our attention to the speakers. As we listened, I noticed Chloe jot something down on a strip of paper and then slide it to me. I picked it up and read it: "Let's hang out sometime, cutie." She had drawn a little smiley face and then added her phone number. I looked at her, stunned, but she just smiled back at me and smiled. I nodded enthusiastically, folded the paper, and put it in my pocket.
My plan to make a friend at orientation went better than I ever could have expected!
Part 2: Our First Date
I called Chloe a couple days after we met, making myself wait so that I didn't seem to desperate. She seemed excited to get my call and we arranged a date for that weekend - dinner and a movie. I couldn't believe it! This incredibly hot girl was actually interested in me.
That weekend, we went to a restaurant on campus. I got there first and was seated at a table. After a few minutes of waiting, in walked Chloe, wearing the most stunning blue dress I'd ever seen. It clung nicely to her thin body, showcasing her cleavage and her smooth, long legs. As she walked to the table, I stood up and hugged her nervously, getting a thrill from touching her. She giggled at my excitement and we sat down.
The conversation flowed smoothly between us - we discussed our backgrounds, our majors, our hobbies and interests, and so on.
After a short lull in the conversation, Chloe smiled and asked me, "So...have you ever been in a serious relationship before?"
"Oh, uh, no," I said, embarrassed. "I wasn't, like, super popular in high school."
"Oh..." Chloe said. I couldn't read her reaction. She smiled again. "So, does that mean that you're, like, a virgin?"
I blushed, a little stunned she was asking me such a personal question on our first date. "Uh...well...yeah," I admitted.
"Oh," Chloe said. "Well, that's okay. Nothing to be embarrassed about."
"Um...what about you?" I said, wanting to change the subject. "You must've had lots of guys interested in you in high school."
"Oh, yeah, definitely," Chloe said. "I only had one regular boyfriend though...Ethan." When she said his name, she looked off a little dreamily.
"Oh..." I said, not sure how to respond. "Um, why did you break up?"
"Well, he's going to a different college now. But also, um, we always had kind of an off-and-on relationship," she said. "Very...passionate."
"Oh..." I said, getting uncomfortable.
"Yeah..." She looked away, lost in thought. "He was, like, really hot...on the football team. He was just, so...mmmm."
I looked down uncomfortably, feeling myself turning red.
"Oh, I'm sorry," she laughed.
"Uh, it's okay," I said.
She smiled. "Anyway, you don't have to worry. I'm ready for a different kind of relationship now. Ethan was very, uh, cocky. I'm looking for something with somebody who's a little sweeter...like you."
I smiled at her. "Uh, thanks."
That awkward conversation aside, the rest of the date went great. We went to the movie, and as we watched, she slid her hand into mine, holding it tightly, and leaned her head on my shoulder. I felt like the luckiest guy in the world.
