Chapter 1
The first time I met Eleanor I didn't really notice her, not that she wasn't nice or anything, but I am/was a bit of a dick and sat between us was Laura Sampson and she was stunning. Now, part of the allure of Laura was that she was one of only a handful of girls on my course, which, being as it contained 200 computer science undergraduates wasn't necessarily surprising at the time, but shouldn't have mattered because Eleanor (or Ellie) was also in the elite few. The other part of Laura's allure however, was her blonde hair, low cut top and slim physique that made it quite difficult to look anywhere else. She was stunning and though quite unaware of the affect simply her presence had had on the room, radiated a confidence that suggested being attractive wasn't something she was completely oblivious too.
I was sitting down to my first lecture at the University campus, Programming 101, and had already decided I was on to a winner. I arrived in my leather jacket, listening to music through my headphones and wearing jeans and a t-shirt only to be taken aback by the sheer number of Corderoy trousered, bespectacled, tank top wearing men that were taking their places in the lecture theatre. I decided immediately that huge culture shift at taken place, one which excited me a great deal.
At school I had always played a lot of sports and attended parties with the others but also was seen as a bit of a geek. They couldn't quite understand why I'd been in the school musical (if they let known about the handjob backstage from Lucy in the year below that may have been different, but who knows). They were even more confused about how I was able to get such high scores on the maths exams they all failed at. Or why I played the piano so I never quite fit in to the cool crowd. But here... here I could be a social king!
I'd sat quite comfortably chatting to Laura and Ellie before the lecture and during the pauses when we were being invited to 'introduce ourselves to the people around us' and was quite pleased when the lecturer told us we'd need to get into teams of three for the first programming project that would be taking place over term 1 and Laura immediately suggested the three of us form a team.
After the lecture it was suggested we grab a coffee to plan the project and while the girls nipped to the loos I was approached separately by no less than three nervous and awkward looking guys, each of whom epitomised everything your stereotype computing nerd would look like who each made comments along the lines of 'how did you speak to her?' 'What is she like', 'can you introduce me?' It was quite creepy, so I said something a little dismissive to each one and they retreated, dejected, to their programming palaces, no doubt to rewatch Weird Science and masturbate to what they'd like to do to Laura.
We went and grabbed coffee and all chatted loads, I tried to make extra effort to direct the conversation to Ellie and ensure I didn't just talk at Laura's cleavage, while cleverly trying to find out if they (by which I really meant Laura) had a boyfriend, what they were into and when they wanted to meet for project sessions. After about an hour had flown by Laura suddenly looked at her phone and shouted across us both. "Shit! I'm supposed to be at 'History of computing', Fuck! sorry guys I better run. We'll catch up Friday afternoon yeah?" And with that she was gone.
My gaze following her ass as it disappeared out of the door, only to be interrupted by a sarcastic Ellie as she said to me "At least now her tits have gone there's a chance you can actually look at me while we chat!" I hummed and hawwed apologetically before she followed up. "I'm fucking with you! Even I admit she's pretty fit and I'm not even into girls... anymore". With that she burst out laughing and all of a sudden, with Laura gone I began to see Ellie a bit clearer. She wasn't stunning but was definitely good looking. Thin and athletic, nearly as tall as me and with a blue dyed streak in her hair and some band I'd never heard of on her black t-shirt. Over the next hour I also discovered she was sarcastic but in a very funny way. Quick-witted, quoted Eddie Izzard nearly as much as me and was the first girl I'd ever met who was both filthy and sexual in her language but in a really relaxed way. Don't get me wrong, It was Laura going down on me that I masturbated about that night. But I thought Ellie was pretty cool.
Chapter 2
Several Fridays went past and each afternoon we'd meet up to work on the project in Ellie's dorm room, my room was at the other end of campus and Laura was rooming with a particularly annoying German girl called Vanda who made a point of saying "Excuse me but you are not helping of my studies", whenever Ellie or I had popped in to see her, and she also put passive aggressive post-it notes everywhere that Laura found weird and intimidating. We'd lounge around, get some work done, chat and mess around and Laura usually found some way to inadvertently allow me to see right down her top or on one occasion, which resulted in me placing a pillow in my lap for the next half hour, right up her skirt as she sat across from me on the beanbag. It was on one of these Friday afternoons that we finished our work and Ellie opened several bottles of cheap white wine and we started drinking while we chatted and listening to some random music on Ellie's laptop. I have no idea what started us off but we soon found ourselves in a game of truths and dares, with shots of tequila (something I absolutely hated after a particularly heinous night out with the football boys during fresher's week) as punishments for not taking part properly. It had started pretty lame with us all asking pretty tame truth Questions. Ellie then upped the ante and started moving into sexual questions:
"What's your wildest sexual fantasy?"