I had dated 2 girls in high school, nothing serious, nothing more than kissing, so I was a virgin.
It was August, I was 19, and this brown haired, green eyed boy had just moved into my dorm room at the university. I came from a small town where I had spent the last two years as a volunteer fireman. At 5 foot 10 and 185 pounds I wasn't the biggest man on campus, but I felt free for the first time. I was starting my own life.
Before classes began I was able to find an on campus job at the grille. The hours were good and it was honest work so I was happy. The manager gave me my schedule and I showed up for my first shift a few days later.
When I walked into the grille for my first shift I was immediately awe struck by the brown eyed girl behind the counter. She was about 5 foot 8 and maybe 115 pounds. Her hair was long, brown, and had these beautiful soft curls. She had just a touch of makeup on with lipstick, was wearing a yellow airbrushed t-shirt from a sorority event, pleated acid washed jeans, and K Swiss tennis shoes. This was the most beautiful girl I'd ever seen and my attraction to her was instant.
She was a student supervisor and it took little time for her to begin assigning me the dirty chores. I just smiled and said yes mam. One night she needed someone to help wash dishes and guess who she picked. We rolled a huge cart of dirty dishes to the dishwasher. This machine was like a car wash. One person loaded dirty dishes on one end and they came out clean at the other. While we're working a great conversation starts and we laugh and have a good time. After we finished we got ice cream and took our break.