Luke was bright, successful sophomore engineering student. And he was a virgin. But, I repeat myself.
Seriously, for all the incessant talking Luke and his buddies did about sex, very few of them had experienced the infinite joys of a woman firsthand. There were even geeky mock engineering equations involving sex.
"The heat of the meat is equal to the angle of the dangle divided by the mass of the ass."
Cute, right? No, it was not cute. This was exactly the kind of nerdy shit that kept them all virgins. It was as if proficiency in Calculus was a deadly disease, sexually transmitted, and all women had the innate ability to see which men had it and stay away.
The ratio of male to female students was something like 30-to-1 in Luke's small engineering school. What that meant in practice was that every female was already partnered with a male engineering student. There was no female engineer so aesthetically blighted as to not be able to have her pick of the male engineers. It was like a game of musical chairs with 500 participants and only 16 chairs. The music had stopped, and Luke did not have a chair.
Not that he was a horrible looking sort of person. Yeah, he was an engineering geek, but he had a nice mop of dark hair, no acne, and bright ice blue eyes. He had a non-athletic body, with some "baby fat" still clinging to his abdomen, butt, and face. Old lady friends of his mom might think he was cute, but as to girls his own age? Not so much.
Now in the interest of full disclosure, Luke was not actually a virgin. He had paid twice for hookers in New York City. All his other sexual experiences were with his right hand. Or, occasionally his left hand. As Woody Allen famously said, "Masturbation is sex with someone you love."
The first hooker, he wasn't even looking for. It was the very day he'd got back to NYC for his sophomore year of school. He was just walking along a few streets north of 42nd, and a terrifically stacked blonde girl, about his same age or a few years older stopped him and said:
"Looking for a date?"
"Ummm ... sure, okay," Luke had said, flustered.
She took him into the building she'd been standing in front of, and led him down a dark hall. Outside another door, a tall, heavy, bald guy was standing with is arms crossed, looking menacing. He stepped aside right after Luke's new blonde friend made eye contact with him.
"I'm Candy. It's 60 for oral, 100 for short time, 200 for long time," the blonde rehearsed from rote.
Luke only had about $80, so he indicated that oral would be fine.
He set the money on a table where Candy had pointed, and she bade him lie back on what looked like a massage table or high cot, made up with sheets and blankets. He lay face up with his head on the pillow.
"Well?" Candy asked, waiting for Luke to pull his pants down.
"Oh," said Luke, finally realizing that it was his turn to do something.
He hadn't had his trousers and underwear pulled down for 10 seconds before Candy was leaning over him, reeling his entire flaccid cock into his mouth. He hardened to full erection almost immediately; it had been a long time since he'd jerked off. Once he was hard, Candy really got down to business. Her mouth on his virgin cock was the very best thing the young engineering student had ever felt. Way better than becoming a National Merit Finalist his senior year. Better than the scholarship to engineering school. And infinitely better than his own hand. It was ridiculous the amount of pleasure she was able to impart with her mouth and swirling tongue. And though he was not small (about 7" and thick), Candy was effortlessly able to deepthroat him, just like the girls in the porn he liked to watch. The effect of all this was such that he came in under 45 seconds, start to finish.
"Sorry," Candy said, expecting Luke would be mad that it hadn't lasted longer.
