No girl gave me the time of day in high school. I wasn't a bad looking guy, but I had no presence at all. I dressed poorly, had a bad haircut and worst of all I was painfully shy. I had a small group of three friends who I went to bible camp with during the summers. My best friends were Jimmy and Joe, who were like me, very good students who were bad at sports and not really popular. Fred was not a good student. At 6'2" and 190 pounds, he should have been good at sports, but he wasn't really a 'team' guy and was rather lazy. I think he hung around with us mostly because we let him. While all my friends called me Andrew, Fred insisted on 'Andy'. Actually, he was more of a frenemy than a friend to me.
Anyway, I was glad when high school ended, even though I graduated as an 18-year-old horny virgin.
I kind of found some of my mojo the summer after graduation. Instead of bible camp I was a counselor at a 'regular' camp. Nobody knew me there and I got some confidence being in charge, even if it was with little kids. I was swimming every day and developed some nice abs and toned muscles.
One of the other counselors was a girl named Aimee who took pity on me and decided to give me a makeover. She helped me buy some cooler clothes, gave me a haircut, and I could see the difference. I even had the nerve to ask Aimee out. She declined but gave me some tips on how to talk to girls.
When I started at the local college, there were a good number of kids from my high school. Fred also went to my college, but Jimmy and Joe went out of state. I was feeling more confident but so many of the girls already knew me as a nerd. I decided to meet some of the foreign girls by enlisting as an 'ambassador' in the International Club and...it worked. I met Bettina, who was an exchange student from Germany. Bettina was no model, but she had a plain but pretty face with blonde hair, blue eyes. She also has a very nice, curvy body. I got up the nerve to ask her out for dinner and to my delight, she accepted.
When Bettina arrived at the restaurant, I was a little intimidated. She wore a tight-fitting red dress, and she looked much hotter than in school. I got hard watching her ass sway as we walked to our table, and tried not to be too distracted by the cleavage she showed when we sat down. Over dinner though, I found conversation rather easy with her. Bettina was well informed about world events, which was refreshing compared to so many of our classmates. I paid for us, walked her home then kind of choked when we got to her door. I knew I should make a move but had literally never kissed a girl before and was self-conscious about my erection. Bettina solved this by giving me a peck on the cheek and telling me she really enjoyed the evening.
I walked home floating on air. Texted her later that night to ask her out again and she said I could join her and some friends studying the next day. Walked her home again and this time got the nerve o kiss her a little longer. I tried to see her every day after this, and held her hand many times. It was very casual, she didn't dress up for me like the first date, but we clearly vibed and she told me I was a really good friend.
I had never had a girlfriend before and was eager to show her off. As luck would have it Fred told me about a party at a house near campus his friend was throwing. I asked Bettina if she wanted to go, and she seemed excited to meet some new people. When I picked her up, I was surprised to see her wearing the same sexy red dress from our first date. It really clung to her body, showing off her curves and her bare legs. I was a little embarrassed by the sweatpants I was wearing, and even more so by the tent that formed in my pants.
As we arrived at the party though, I felt proud. I could see every guy admire my date as we walked in. There were only two other girls there and five guys including Fred and I. Fred was not subtle, whistling at Bettina and asking me what a beautiful girl like her was doing with a guy like me.
"You didn't have to get all dressed up for us!" Fred told Bettina teasingly.
Bettina answered in her direct German tone, "Ah, it's my birthday, I wanted to look nice."
"Wow, Happy Birthday!" Fred said. "And good job, you look hot!" he gave her a hug and a kiss and Bettina smiled.
"You didn't tell me." I said a little defensively. "Happy Birthday!" I kissed Bettina a little longer than Fred had to remind him she was my girl.
The party was pretty mellow, but the group was drinking a lot. I had only drank alcohol a few times, but wanted to be a good sport and nursed a beer. Bettina seemed to enjoy the wine and had a refill as we talked with the only other couple there. We were deep in discussion as I was telling them about a documentary I was watching on Netflix, when they said they had to head out. Fred took their departure as a chance to cut in, pouring Bettina another glass of wine and chatting her up.
I felt like I had to keep an eye on Fred, who clearly had a crush on my girl, but after a while I had to piss, so I excused myself. As I walked down the hall to return, I heard Bettina call out "Andrew" urgently and I quickened my pace. When I arrived her and Fred were standing and laughing and Bettina slurred, "Is it really true that in America there is a 'birthday spanking'?"
