First, thank you for reading my story. Please offer any help that you can since this is my first story. All names in the story have been changed for the sake of anonymity.
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Life, for me is pretty bland. I am just your average college kid in a private liberal arts college in Ohio. There's nothing about me that stands out. I am the essence of average. I typically can walk around campus without getting noticed by anybody. It's safe to say that I don't get much attention from girls.
Of course, I had a couple girlfriends while in high school but nothing too serious. Unfortunately, the minimal dating life I had in high school looks a hell of a lot better than my non-existent dating life now.
At my college, the dorms are split; the guys have their own dorms, and the girls have their own dorms. As a result, I didn't run into many of the girls aside from class and walking around campus.
Across the street from my dorm was the campus house that most of the volleyball players at the college live in. From my dorm room, I could look out my window and see the volleyball players' house. This was particularly great during those warm fall and spring days when the volleyball players would lay out in the sun and work on their tans. I enjoyed looking at all of the volleyball players and their athletic bodies, but there was one in particular that caught my interest.
This one particular volleyball player was the same major as me so we had quite a few classes together. Her name was Emily. She is an absolute marvel to look at. She has great, beautiful blonde hair with piercing blue eyes. To go with her wonderful toned body from playing volleyball, Emily has great assets as well. She has wonderful C cup breasts, but her greatest asset had to be her nice, round, toned ass. Her ass was truly something to look at, especially in her bikini when she was laying out in the sun or in her spandex shorts while playing volleyball.
I have talked to Emily a few times before, but it always would be something about one of the classes that we were taking together. There really wasn't much of any kind of substantial conversation. To be honest, I was always intimated when talking to her because she was so far out of my league.
One day in the winter after we had gotten quite a bit of snow, I was walking out of my dorm to go the dining hall for lunch. As I walked out of my dorm, Emily was walking out of her house. When she reached her stairs, she must have slipped on some ice or something because she fell down her steps. I hurriedly ran across the street to her to check on her to make sure that she was alright.
"Emily, I saw you fall down. Are you alright?"
"Not really, my right leg hurts."
"Well here, let's get up out of the cold and I'll look at it and help you if you want."
"Okay."
I helped her to her feet and served as her crutch as she hobbled her way in to the house and to her bedroom. After we got to her bedroom, I helped her sit on the bed and sat down beside her to look at her leg.
"So, where on your leg is it hurting?"
"Two different spots. My ankle hurts; I think I twisted it while falling. My thigh hurts too; I think I may have pulled a muscle there while trying to stop myself from falling."
"Well, is there anything that I can do to help? Want me to get you any ice or anything?"
"I don't want any ice, but if you could, I have an ACE bandage and an ankle brace in the bathroom. Would you mind getting them for me so that I can put them on?"
"Yeah, sure. Just hang tight a minute while I go get them."
I walk down the hallway a little bit to the bathroom to get the bandage and the brace. When I get back to the bedroom, I find Emily still sitting on the bed, but she had taken her sweatpants off and was sitting in just her panties. It was a beautiful sight to see her in her pink lace panties, but I was caught off guard.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't know that you were changing. I'll step out here again. Just let me know when you're done."
"I'm not changing. How am I going to have your help me put the ACE bandage on my thigh with those pants on? Besides, it's not like I'm naked or anything. It's no different than wearing a bikini."
"Yeah, I guess you're right."
I walk over to her and first help her put on the ankle brace. This was nice and simple, just slipping it over her foot. Next, it was time for the ACE bandage. I asked her which part of her thigh was hurting.
With her hand, she said "from here, to here," while tracing from just below her groin to midway down her thigh.
After she traced her weak spot for me, my heart started racing at the thought of my hand being near her crotch. In some of my previous relationships, I have fingered my girlfriends before, so I've touched touched down there before. But, the thought of being so close to touching this girl that is so far out of my league, this girl that I had masturbated to many times, and this girl that is perfect in every aspect of the word had my heart pounding in my chest and my hands shaking.
Trying to be as calm as possible, I proceed with putting the ACE bandage on her thigh. I start with the safe route and wrap the bandage from the bottom up. I get the bottom half of her thigh wrapped and start working my way up. As I go up, my nervousness goes up as well. I swear that she can hear by heart beating out of my chest like a drum, but I keep trudging on.
When I get to the top of her thigh, the back of my hand is brushing against the softness of her lace panties. I am well aware where my hand is, and evidently so is my penis. As I continue wrapping the bandage, the tent in my pants is continuing to grow.