Matt turned off the shower knob, standing in the steam in silence, dripping. He pulled the palm tree-covered shower curtain to the side, grabbing the same fluffy pink towel that Stephanie had used on him earlier. He patted himself dry in a stupor.
First Katie, then Stephanie. He was beginning to understand why he had heard people say "there's a time and place for everything, and it's called college."
He had started to worry about the forthcoming first time with Sheila, but for a new, different reason. The goal had been to gain the necessary experience to make her first time the magical encounter she deserved. Matt had certainly accomplished that; in fact, he was now afraid that he was too experienced. Images danced through his mind. Katie gently sucking him. Stephanie stroking him to climax in the shower. Katie easing herself down, taking him inside for the first time. Stephanie's breasts enveloping his shaft. Katie moaning in uncontrollable pleasure as he pounded her from behind. Stephanie doing the splits on his cock. He had done *a lot* in the past 24 hours. He was scared to death that, when the time came, he would do or say or request something too out of the ordinary and Sheila would know.
Matt had decided not to tell Sheila about his collegiate exploits. He could not think of a way to do it without getting dumped or hurting her. His first test was calling her today and talking to her without giving himself away.
He returned to the dorm, pulling on boxers, a t-shirt, and the same jeans from yesterday. He looked out the window. The campus was active, but still fairly quiet. The population was migrating west, towards the stadium. He looked at his phone; the game was going to start in 45 minutes.
Matt slipped on his shoes and filled his pockets with his keys, his wallet, and his phone. He exited the dorm, closing the door behind him and locking it with the spare key Amanda had left for him. He made his way down the stairs, passing several other girls on his way. Occasionally, he would attempt to steal a glance at their bodies; once or twice, he caught them checking him out, too. He had never felt more confident. He arrived in the lobby and made his way to the front desk.
"Can I help you?" asked the curly-haired brunette behind the desk, looking up from her book.
"Yeah, um, my sister told me I could get a ticket to the game here," he replied.
"Your sister?"
"Amanda."
"Oh, you must be Matt," she said with a smile. "Your sister talks about you all the time. I'm Melanie." She stuck out her hand.
Matt shook her hand and returned her smile.
"So... can I get a ticket?"
"Oh, right, yeah," she laughed, pulling out a brown lockbox from a drawer. She opened it, pulled out a stack of tickets wrapped in a rubber band, and tugged the top ticket free.
"You'll be in the student section. I hope that's okay," she said, handing it to him.
"It'll be fine, thanks," he replied, taking the ticket. "See you later."
"I hope so," she smiled, returning to her book.
***
The midday air was warm and the sky was cloudless. Matt walked in silence, following the crowd of college students to the football field. Most were dressed casually, like him, but several were decked out for game day.
He passed a group of shirtless guys playing cornhole, their chests painted the red and gold colors of the McIntosh University Scots. They also sported kilts. Matt idly wondered if they wore anything underneath; his question was answered when one of the guys bent over and lifted his pleats, mooning the opposition to the amusement of passersby.
He continued walking. As he walked, he saw, coming down an adjacent sidewalk, a trio of girls dressed in short plaid skirts and white crop tops. Their cleavage was on full display and they had each painted their tops with an "M" over their right breast and a "U" over their left. Matt stared, still amazed at how brazen and uninhibited college girls were. He kept walking, leering at their bodies, until he collided with the guy at the end of the entry line. He collected himself and apologized. The girls walked off, giggling at him.
Nothing like embarrassing yourself in front of beautiful women to send your confidence crashing back down to earth.
Twenty minutes later, Matt entered Prescott Field, a modest, small university stadium. The bleachers were metal and hollow. They were empty, except for the student section, which was packed with college students, yelling and full of energy. Matt could tell they had either started drinking early that morning or they were still drunk from last night.
He found his way to section 120, row G, seat 11. He was on the edge of the row, seated next to a large, hairy, sweaty student who reeked of beer and was bellowing at the top of his lungs. The game had not started yet; Matt could not understand why he was yelling already.
"HEY!" A familiar voice called to him. He looked around the student section, but didn't see a face he recognized.
"MATT!" The voice came again, but this time he could tell it was coming from the area near the field. He looked down and saw Amanda waving to him. He smiled and waved back. She waved him forward and he walked down the steps to the railing at the edge of the bleachers.
"IF YOU WANT, YOU CAN SIT UNDER THE BLEACHERS WITH THE SQUAD," she shouted. Matt nodded. Anything to get away from Boozy McYellsalot. He made his way to the end of the bleachers. Amanda met him at the fence separating the walkway from the track and led him back to the area where the cheerleading squad was set up. He saw Amanda introduce him to the rest of the girls on the squad, but he couldn't hear anything over the noise of the crowd.
Amanda ushered him under the bleachers and pointed to a seat cushion he could sit on. It was quieter under the seats and he was able to hear her better.
"One of the girls will be down here with you. She got benched for the game today," she said, adding, "She's running laps right now."
Matt nodded, hugged his sister, and sat down on the cushion. He was dismayed to find that he couldn't see the field from where he was seated; all he could see was the front row of cheerleaders from the waist down. He decided he would move once the game started.
His phone buzzed. He pulled it out to see Sheila's photo smiling back at him. She was calling. It was time. He took a deep breath and answered the call.
"Hi, Sheila," he said, trying to sound excited to hear from here.
"Hi, sweetie!" she replied, a smile in her voice.
"Hey, sorry about not calling. We went to this party last night and it was really loud and we got back really late. Then, I didn't wake up until late this morning..."
"It's okay, baby, really," she said, before jokingly adding, "As long as you didn't go and have sex with a strange college girl!"
"No, no, of course not, baby," he answered. He had not lied, technically. He had known Katie before this weekend and Stephanie had at least introduced herself before stepping into the shower with him.
"What're you doing now?" she asked.
"I'm at the football game."
"Ugh."
"Yeah, but it's free and nobody else is around to hang out right now, thanks to Amanda cheering and her roommate doing theater stuff."
"Theater stuff?"
"Yeah, she runs lights."
"Oh, cool," Sheila said. "Is there a show this weekend?"
"Yeah, some play I've never heard of. I'm going tonight," Matt replied.
"She's getting you in?"
"Yeah. She said she'd sneak me into the light booth."
"Nice. She sounds fun."
Matt smiled at the unintentional double entendre.
"She is, yeah," he said. "She totally saved my night last night."
"How so?"
Matt froze, collected his thoughts, and replied.
"Oh, uh... she... she talked to me outside at the party," he said, adding, "And she kept a drunk college girl from kissing me."
