My name is Steve and I'm a sophomore in college. I'm not like what you would call a typical college study. I spend most of my time in the libraries and classrooms instead of in Frat Houses or at parties.
I was always pushed to excel at my studies. This meant that growing up, my parents would push me to stay home and study versus going out with girls on dates. Girls in my mom's mind had "no future if they were always chasing boys." This led to me being a little awkward around girls. I have an average body type; some call a swimmer's body because I'm skinny and lanky. I stand about 5'10" with dirty blonde hair that is cut short and professional.
It's not that I didn't want a girlfriend, in fact I've always wanted a girlfriend. I'm just not that confident and seem to stutter and mumble my words in front of a pretty girl. Even in high school, the girls would think this was cute, flirt a little bit, and then eventually gravitate toward more of the Alpha men that seemed to always be around on the football and basketball teams.
Another thing that really kept me in my shell was my dick. I wouldn't consider it small; it was almost 6" when hard. But the embarrassing part was that I was a "grower, not a show her." When I was soft, it retracted into me, and I had a small 1" to 1 1/2" smooth head that would sit on top of my balls nicely. I kept everything trimmed short because if I didn't and my groin hair got bushy, you could lose my dick in that mess.
I know that it wasn't the worse thing in the world, but when you spend years in the gym locker rooms seeing guys walk around naked with a soft 6" or more cock swinging between their legs, you get self-conscious.
So that meant I kept to myself. I certainly had a high sex drive and jerked off at least once a day in my dorm room when my roommate was gone. But for some reason I just froze up in front of girls.
That is until I met Hanna. She was a beautiful blonde with hair that flowed down to her mid back. I first saw her at the campus coffee shop and tried to steal quick glances of her while she was in line. She was wearing a pair of black leggings and had on a sweater that came down to below her butt. She wasn't trying to show anybody her body, but if you watched the way that the sweater hugged her C cup breasts and the way her butt filled out the back of the sweater, you just knew that there was the body of a goddess under there.
I was sitting at a table sipping my coffee and typing on my laptop while she was in line. I would glance up and take in her beauty and then glance away before she could see me. However, she finally busted me and when our eyes met, she just smiled. It was a smile that made everything in the world seem okay.
I was stunned as they called her name and she took her drink, then turned and walked toward me.
"Is this seat taken?" she asked.
"Not at all!" I said a little too eagerly and she giggled as she sat down.
She took the lead, introducing herself, and that's when we started talking. She was a sophomore as well and lived in the dorm next to mine. The conversation flowed and we talked about her major and mine. We talked about where we were from and our dreams for the future. With her piercing eyes and her beauty, Hanna just had a way of making you focus on only her and the time just slipped away.
After about an hour she finally came right out and said, "So........... will I need to ask you out or do you think you'll ever get around to asking me out?"
This shocked me that she was so forward. I wasn't used to a girl taking an interest in me, much less asking me for a date.
I finally blurted out, "I would love to ask you out. Are you free this Thursday night? I know a great little restaurant just off campus."
Hanna smiled at me. "I would love to go out Thursday! Pick me up at 8."
It was a date, and I was so excited. I went back to my room, and I was trying to focus on my studies, but Hanna just kept coming to my mind. I couldn't wait for our date in three days.
I was pulled out of my concentration by the sound of music next door. Our dorm walls were thin so you could hear things on either side. It was only a few minutes after the music started that I heard a girl faintly moan through the music. The moaning eventually got louder as I heard the familiar banging of the headboard against the wall. My next-door neighbor Trevor had another conquest in his room.
He was known to be a ladies' man and could obviously please them by their constant moaning and yelling we would hear at all hours of the night.
This particular conquest kept moaning and screaming his name as the bed kept knocking the wall quicker and quicker. My roommate came into the room and heard the commotion.
"Wow, he's at it again." he said.
"Yes, he is. I'm trying to study but that is a little distracting."
"Well, knowing Trevor, it might be a while before you get some peace and quiet. I'm heading to the library." and with that my roommate was gone.
I just sat there trying to study but the constant rhythmic banging and the moaning of the girl had me aroused. I finally succumb to my desires and pulled out my already hard dick. I stood by the wall and listened intently as the banging continued and her wails of pleasure increased. Then, almost 45 minutes after it started, the bed hit a quick succession combined with her pleasure.
Bang! "Oh yes!" Bang! "Oh yes!" Bang! "Oh yes!"
I couldn't take it anymore and my hand was flying on my dick. I suddenly exploded all over my hand and the floor while the girl announced "I'm CUMMING!"
Just like that, the bed stopped. An obvious sign that Trevor was emptying his load into the latest girl that had been in his room.
I quickly cleaned myself and the floor up, then went back to my books. However, that was short lived, about 20 minutes later, the familiar headboard banging started again. "Who was this guy?" I said to no one in particular, he never seemed to tire out.
After another 10 minutes of hearing her wails and groans again, I finally had to leave. I went across to the cafeteria and grabbed a late dinner. As I was heading back into my dorm I bumped into Hanna. She was still wearing her leggings and sweater, but her hair was slightly messed up and she didn't have on any makeup.
"Oh, hey Hanna, how are you?"
She looked a little shocked to see me but then that stunned expression was gone from her face and a smile took its place. "Hey Steve, what are you doing here?"
"I live here, down this hall on the second floor."
She looked back at the building and then back at me, the smile seemed a little more forced this time. "Oh really? Here on the second floor?"
"Yeah, I'm in 235."
Her face blushed as she heard the number and just as quickly she composed herself, saying, "Listen, I've got to run, but I can't wait for Thursday." and with that she bounced off.
I went back to my room and as I was opening the door, Trevor was stepping out of his. He caught my eye and waved, "Hey buddy, you just getting back?"
