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Andy was in his third year of college. Junior year. Things were starting to get easier as he finished his most challenging courses he was hoping to find a girlfriend. He had dated a girl during his freshman year of high school, but hadn't done much with the opposite sex since then. It didn't help that he was short, skinny, and generally socially awkward and nerdy, but he hoped that his 3.8 GPA and $60K offer from a big 4 audit firm would give him a little credibility for the right girl.
And that girl, in Andy's opinion, was Stephanie. Stephanie was also an accounting major, and a smart one at that. The two often vied for the top grade in any classes they shared. They were friendly, but nothing more than acquaintances, having worked together on a group project only once. But with a new term just starting, and Andy being next to Stephanie on the seating chart, he figured this was the time to get to know her better. She was single as far as he knew, and had been for quite some time, though Andy was convinced that wouldn't last for long.
Although Andy was right about Stephanie's dating status, he was unaware that her sexual life was quite busy. She was a bit of a jersey chaser, sleeping regularly with members of the basketball team and occasionally the football team. They weren't the boyfriend type, but their sexual skills were unparalleled and she grew accustomed to a-spot orgasms while riding their seven to nine inch cocks. She had slept with a few non-athletes, but they were less than impressive, either in their sexual skills, their stamina, the size of their members, or in may cases, all of the above. To top it off, she was less turned on by them, which made the sex worse even if they were equally skilled.
The non-athletes Stephanie slept with also happened to be white, whereas most, but not all, of the athletes she slept with were black, given the racial makeup of her college's basketball and football teams. While she preferred athletes to non-athletes, she felt that there were differences between the races in sexual prowess once the athlete prerequisite was applied. The white guys were more willing to go down on her, which she loved, but the black guys had a sexier attitude that set the mood for a multi-hour lovemaking session. In general, she loved the take-charge attitude of athletes, how they were confident and aware enough to know that she wanted to sleep with them. They didn't ask for consent because they knew they had it. She didn't like guys who asked for consent -- it was a big turn off. She wanted guys to know whether or not she wanted to sleep with them and to act accordingly.
Andy was ignorant to all of this, however, as he started flirting with Stephanie. As the term went on, they became closer, with Stephanie considering him a new friend. Andy confided in his roommate, Mark, who was more popular with the women on campus, and asked him for advice.
"Dude, you know that she's like a jersey chaser, right?" Mark asked.
"Umm, no, what does that mean?"
"It's a girl who fucks athletes."
"Oh..." Andy's heart sank, "well, maybe she's looking for something else."
"I don't know man. I suggest shoot your shot and move on. Be bold, ask her on a nice date and maybe it'll be different enough for her that she'll say yes."
So Andy did just that. He asked her to dinner at the nicest restaurant in town, an Italian steakhouse. For her part, Stephanie was interested. For one, she loved steak. But she was getting a little tired of being single. Wide receivers were great for fulfilling her sexual cravings, but they left a lot to be desired in the cuddling department, or the foot massage department. She wanted someone she could shop with, take to her parents' house for dinner, and cry with when she had a rough day. So she said yes.
When she got back to her apartment, Stephanie told Whitney, her best friend, roommate, and fellow jersey chaser, about her upcoming date.
"Wow, I'm so excited for you!" Whitney exclaimed. "But don't you usually date athletes?"
"Well, yeah...but I don't know if I would call it dating!" Stephanie giggled. "I'm looking for someone more stable and mature. Andy is a really cool guy and I think we could have a real relationship and I haven't really had that."
Andy dressed up, wearing a button down shirt, sports jacket, and his best dress pants. Stephanie wore a conservative but stylish black dress that hit just above the knee -- a far different look from her typical frat party attire. The two had a fabulous time at dinner, which ended up lasting over two hours as conversation flowed and laughter ensued. Stephanie was charmed by Andy's easygoing but intelligent personality and Andy lost himself in her beautiful brown eyes. After the restaurant, they took a walk and she kissed him on the cheek as he dropped her off at her apartment.
Andy asked her to a movie the following weekend, but it was the same night as the basketball team's big game against their division rivals, so Stephanie made up an excuse. She couldn't miss the game and the party that followed. She spent Saturday night partying and getting railed by Derek, a forward on the basketball team who was one of her favorites. She went out with Andy on Sunday night instead, and they had a great time together.
Flirtatious texting and banter before and after class followed, and the two quickly became an item.
Stephanie
I love spending time with Andy. He's so sweet and smart and we have so much fun together. I've never enjoyed spending time with a guy like I do with him. I don't know how to handle our physical relationship though. We've kissed and that's been fun, but I'm nervous about having sex with him. I know I'll be disappointed. He just doesn't turn me on in that way. Even if he's decent, he can't compare to Jamal or Derek or DeAndre. I don't want to bring this disappointment into our relationship. Luckily he hasn't pushed for sex at all, which I appreciate so much, but I can't imagine that will last much longer. I guess I'll tell him I want to save it for marriage. I'll get older and I'll settle down with him. I'm just not ready for that yet. He can understand that.
Also....I can't stop fucking the other guys. I just can't give that up. If I'm not having sex with Andy, it won't feel like cheating as much. We haven't said we're exclusive after all. I just won't mention it.
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Andy and Stephanie started spending most of their time together, at his place or hers, with the exception of nights when there was a game and an after party. Stephanie continued having sex with members of the basketball team, often stopping by on her way home from Andy's to give one of her favorite athletes a blow job or a quickie. Although they hadn't declared that they were exclusive, they became known as an item on campus.
The last party of the school year was a big -- and exclusive. The fraternity houses banded together to rent a club downtown and about 10% of the student body could get a ticket to the Last Bash. Of course, all the frat bros and sorority girls got one automatically, including extras to hand out to people they deemed hot enough to be included. Everyone else had to wait for the lottery -- with odds of roughly 5%.
"Let's sign up for the lottery for the Last Bash," prompted Andy.
