Note to readers: this is a stand-alone story, but Daniel and Marcy were introduced in a previous story:
Springtime on Campus, circa 1984
. As a reminder to you under-40 folks, we didn't have cell phones, texting, facebook, etc. in the early 80's. This one starts out a little slow, and takes some time to build up to the juicy parts. Give it a few minutes; we'll get there...
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Daniel sprawled onto the sofa in front of the big TV in the dormitory lounge, waiting on his girlfriend Marcy to come down. The lounge was normally a popular hangout for dorm residents, at least on weekday evenings, but it was Friday and the place was nearly empty. So many of the students at this small Midwestern college lived within a couple hours of campus and went home on the weekends, that it was often a lonely and deserted ghost town on weekends. He was getting his evening news fix from Tom Brokaw when Jennifer Thompson sat down next to him.
"Hi Daniel," she said, "mind if I join you?"
"Hey Jennifer, have a seat," he replied. "TGIF!"
"Happy Friday to you too. I'm so looking forward to this semester being over, I'm sick of studying. What are you doing this weekend?"
"Mostly studying for a BioChem test. And doing some physics problems that are due Monday. How about you, what do you have planned?"
"Definitely not that much studying," she laughed. "I need to do something fun. Maybe you should take a break and have some fun; I think you work too hard."
"That's what Marcy keeps telling me. But the courses this semester are killing me; I can't get behind or I'll never catch up."
At the mention of Marcy's name, her smile seemed to fade a bit. Jennifer was a 19 year old freshman, and to put it politely, she was a big girl. Not tall; she was just barely 5' 4", and not grossly obese, but she was definitely on the chubby side of thick. And Daniel could tell that she'd had a crush on him ever since he had helped her move into the Co-ed dorm last fall. She showed up to Grantly Hall a shy, overweight girl not knowing a soul on campus, and had dropped an overloaded suitcase on the sidewalk, which busted open and spilled her clothes everywhere. He helped her get things stuffed back in, then carried the suitcase up to her room for her, and helped her finish unloading her car. It was instant infatuation for her, and since then she always had a smile and a wistful look for him. Daniel was friendly, but kept his distance; he had a steady girlfriend, and didn't want to do anything to make Marcy jealous. And he wasn't really one of those guys who were "into" dating big girls. But Jennifer did have a cute face, and pretty green eyes, and a sweet personality. Sometimes he let his eyes drift to her enormous cleavage, and think,
'what if...?'
Just then, Marcy came into the lobby. "Hi Jennifer," said Marcy. "Thanks for guarding my boyfriend for me. I'm afraid he'll have his nose in a chemistry book if left alone more than 15 minutes."
"No problem. I don't have anything else to do tonight." It was sort of a lonely, self-pitying lament, but well disguised as just pleasant small talk. "What are you guys doing tonight?" she asked.
"We're going to Emilio's for pizza, then going to see a movie." Marcy replied. "It's not like a hot date or anything, you want to come with us?" she added.
"Thanks, but I think I'll wander over to the Student Union and shoot some pool or something. You guys have fun."
Daniel and Marcy walked through the warm spring air to the popular pizza joint just a few blocks off campus, holding hands and enjoying a relaxed evening after a hectic week of classes and tests.
"I hope you didn't mind that I invited Jennifer to come with us." Marcy said.
"No, just a little surprised," he replied.
"I feel sorry for her; she's having a rough time. She's lonely and homesick and..." Her voice trailed off.
"And what?"
"And horny."
"How do you know she's horny?" he asked.
"She's two doors down from me on the 3rd floor, and girls talk. She's still a virgin at 19, and wants to change that condition. I keep telling her there's no rush, she should wait for the right guy, but I think she's desperate. And most guys don't give her a second look because of her weight."
"I saw her coming in late from a party with a guy a couple of weeks ago - they seemed to be all over each other." he replied.
"Yeah, that was a mess. Some guy she met at a frat party; he was obnoxious and rude and very drunk. Basically ripped her clothes off, then 'lost it' almost immediately when they started fooling around, then passed out. So she's still a virgin. But she wants to experience sex so badly I'm afraid she's going to make more bad decisions."
"And she told you all this?"
"Yes, I told you, girls talk. I just wish she could meet a nice, considerate guy who would treat her right, even if it is just for sex."
"So, since your first time was so awesome, you want all God's creatures to have the same glorious experience," he said with a grin. They had been dating for 2 years now, and Marcy had been a virgin when they met.
"All right smartass, don't get your ego all up in the clouds. Yes, my first time was great; you're a good teacher, but don't let it go to your head. I do wish her someone as patient and understanding and skilled as you for the first time, though." After a long pause, she added, "You know she has a big crush on you, don't you?"
He didn't know quite how to answer that. Feign ignorance? Acknowledge the obvious? Play it cool, with a side of macho? He must have waited too long to answer.
"Oh come on," she said with a laugh, "she looks at you like a puppy dog who wants to be petted every time she's around you."
"Yeah, I noticed. I think I was the first person she met when she got to campus last fall; I helped her get her things carried into the dorm. So she sort of latched onto me."
"Maybe I should just loan you out for Gigolo duty - you can deflower all the shy virgin freshmen girls of Grantly Hall."
"Danny the Gigolo at your service, Ma'am, have hard-on, will travel," he replied with a laugh. They both laughed; it was just a joke. They moved on to other topics of conversation, pizza, a movie, and later that night, some incredible sex. Afterward, lying in the dark with his hand on one of Marcy's pert breasts, he couldn't help but think about what it would be like to have Jennifer Thompson's enormous soft tits for a pillow, and to feel her large thighs wrapped around his head.
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Two weeks went by in a blur of tests and lab write-ups and reports due. And Grad School applications; he was in the process of applying to three different schools, hoping to get an assistantship somewhere, and had gotten the last application in the mail just yesterday. He had barely seen Marcy most of the time, but was looking forward to the upcoming weekend; they were planning for a weekend on the lake at the state park about an hour from campus. He had gotten reservations for Saturday night at a rustic cabin right next to the lake, and was hoping for a weekend of sex, beer, fishing, and maybe some more sex. And no studying - they had made a pact not to crack open a book the whole weekend.
She broke the news to him at their genetics class on Friday afternoon: her aunt had passed away suddenly and unexpectedly the day before, and she needed to go home for the weekend and a few days into next week - the funeral was Tuesday.
Walking back to the dorm after class, he asked, "Would you like for me to go home with you?"
"Thanks for asking, but I think it would actually be less stressful if I go alone." she replied. "My Mom's other sister Aunt Marie and family are coming from Pittsburg, and the house will be full of cousins and uncles, and I think my Mom is really not dealing with this very well. Thanks for the offer, though. I hate that this comes on the weekend we had planned to get away together and relax."
"No one plans when a tragedy strikes. Are you sure you don't want me to be there?"
