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."