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When I came to college, I was a virgin. I had had a serious girlfriend in high school and we were pretty physical. She loved it when I went down on her and I like to think I got pretty good at it. But for whatever reason, it had never quite worked out for us to go all the way. We broke up when we went to college in different states. Perhaps it was inevitable. But it still left me a virgin.
That all changed one glorious afternoon towards the end of my freshman year.
I was slowly slogging my way through the Odyssey, when I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to find a girl named Chloe outside. She wore a pink cocktail dress that left very little to the imagination.
I had met Chloe in freshman orientation. We had hit it off ok, but sparks certainly never flew. I mean we always smiled and waved when we saw each other on campus. We had even run into each other at a few parties and chit chatted back and forth. But still, we were hardly more than acquaintances. I always figured she was way too far out of my league for me to make a move. And she had certainly never dropped by my room unannounced.
"Well, hello," I said. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"Hey, Chris, I hope I'm not bothering you."
I almost laughed. "Not at all. It's not everyday I get random visits from beautiful women."
"You're sweet," she replied. "Do you mind if I hang out here for like 30 minutes?"
"Of course," I told her. "Mi dorm room es su dorm room." I winced as the words left my mouth. Whatever was going on here, lame jokes were almost certainly not the answer.
She smiled anyway and walked inside. The dorm room I shared with my roommate was...not impressive. Long and rectangular, it had a bunk bed against one wall and two desks and two chairs against the other. I tried not to stare as she crossed to take a seat on the lower bunk. Chloe was a volleyball player and she looked the part. She wore maybe a B cup, but she had a tight waist and an absolutely killer ass. Somehow, her face was still her best feature. Long brown hair, deep green eyes, and cheeks sprinkled with freckles, she was very close to my definition of perfection.
At some point, I realized I had probably been staring for too long. "So what's going on?" I asked as I sat down in my desk chair across from her, trying to play it cool.
She crossed one long leg over the other and shook her head. "It's a long story," she said with a sigh. "I've been trying to go on a date with this guy named Marty Holstein for like a month now."
"I thought Marty was, like, a giant asshole."
She shrugged. "I've heard people say that too, but he's always been really nice to me."
"Well, that's because you're super hot."
She rolled her eyes. "Anyway, I was supposed to meet him at a bar down the street." She paused to look at her phone. "Like five minutes ago. But right before we were supposed to meet, he texted me to say he was running 30 minutes late. But then I was already down here, and you're the only person I know on this side of campus." She held out her hands. "So here I am."
"Well hanging out with you sounds way better than reading Homer," I said, nodding to the book on the desk. "I'm happy to be your fluffer until your date." I groaned inwardly again. I had gone from corny to overtly sexual. Chloe's beauty was not helping me think straight.
Fortunately, she returned my comment with another perfect smile. We made small talk for the next half hour as she waited. My roommate had a lab this afternoon and then would be out to trivia until late. We talked about how we were enjoying college and what we missed about home. She told me about how the volleyball season had gone.
Twice while we were talking, she switched which leg she had crossed over the other. Both times I caught a tantalizing peek at the black panties she wore underneath. If she noticed me staring, she didn't seem to mind.
Finally, her phone chimed with a text. She glanced at it briefly before uttering the words, "That mother fucker."
"Everything ok?"
She shook her head. "That idiot got wasted at a bar off campus with his friends. He's too drunk to drive, so they're bringing him back to their place."
It was certainly a point in favor of my argument that he was an asshole. But I didn't point it out. "I'm sorry, Chloe," I said instead. "That really sucks."
She frowned and let out a sigh. "I even shaved for this."
"Like your legs?"
She chuckled. "Well there too."
I rolled her words around in my mind until I understood the obvious implication. "Oh, you mean you shaved..."
She rolled her eyes. "Yes Chris, I mean my vagina."
I felt my cock jump in my pants, flooded suddenly with warmth. "Oh...wow," I said, searching for any words that made sense in reply. Chloe had never said anything so sexual to me before. No girl had. Who casually mentions shaving their pussy to basically a stranger?
The next words that came out of my mouth were stupid. I don't even know why I said them, except that I was turned on and this whole situation was throwing me off.
"Can I see it?" I asked, immediately hating myself.
"My vagina?" she asked.
I tried to get the next words out as quickly as I could. "I'm sorry. That was a stupid thing to say. And totally inappropriate."
She stared at me for a long moment before she finally shrugged. "You know what, sure."
"Wait, really?" I couldn't believe my ears. Was she actually being serious?
