I have a buddy, Chris, who's been my best bud since we were kids. We grew up on farms, one canyon apart. Walking over the ridge between us to play famous explorer or some other kid's game was pretty common when we were ten and nine and older. There was a big rock formation on my dad's farm that likely had been put there by someone in the long past as a rock shelter that was perfect for two boys to use as a base when discovering the world. We always used to assume that it was probably Kit Carson or some other famous explorer who had built it.
Oh, by the way, my name's Steven... Stevey to Chris.
Chris is a year younger than me, but he was the one who grew up to be an athlete. By the time I was a senior in high school and he was a junior, he was six-feet-five and the star on our better than average basketball team. I preferred baseball but wasn't particularly good at that either. It was a good thing we had a small school or I'd have never made the team.
We were pretty good in school, typically getting A's and B's, but if Chris had one failing it would be that he was painfully shy with girls. I wasn't exactly Don Juan, but at least I could speak to a girl without getting all flustered and making an idiot of myself (at least sometimes). I actually had a girlfriend in my senior year, Tina. She was my table-mate in study hall. We went to several dances together and even made out in the car a few times. Not Chris, though. We talked about it a few times and he simply couldn't bring himself to ask one of the girls out or even start a conversation. Whenever a girl tried to start a conversation with him, he just got flustered and couldn't put three words together in a logical string.
After I graduated from high school, Tina and I went to different colleges so our romance was pretty much over. Chris had one more year in high school, then he wanted to come to Oregon State with me. I enjoy mathematics and was very good at it. It was the one subject that I excelled above my classmates. That and physics were my straight A classes, even at the local Community College where I took classes more advanced than high school offered. Consequently, math was my college major.
I was looking forward to my friend coming as well. We'd been friends since we were old enough to know what a friend was and being hundreds of miles apart was difficult.
I met a girl at Oregon State. Our dormitory had a 'big sister' program where new freshmen boys were paired with one of the upper-class girl volunteers, typically a senior at another dorm, who took on the role of a big sister. My big sister's name was Lois. She was nice and always helpful to me: showing me around the campus, encouraging me when I got homesick, and even introducing me to a couple girls from her dorm.
She arranged blind dates for me with two girls, Jocelyn and Sarah. Both dates turned out to be duds. It was probably my fault, but we just didn't click. They were city girls and expected something different than a somewhat bashful country boy would provide. I know they were both bored the whole time.
Then, there was Elena. I recognized her as soon as Lois introduced us. She was in a couple of my math classes, Applied Differential Equations and The Theory of Numbers. She was the girl who I had been drooling over and never had the courage to speak to; straight, shiny hair, black as nighttime in a cave, to the middle of her back, a body a guy could only dream about and a smile that lit up the entire room. Plus, she was gorgeous. How a girl like her hadn't had a steady boyfriend within the first week of school was beyond me.
Anyway, I was taking her on a date! That is if I could get past the blubbering idiot stage when Lois introduced us. I had reverted nearly to Chris' level of shyness. Fortunately for me, she wasn't the kind of girl you stayed shy around for very long. She was fun, fascinating, and most of all, even made me feel interesting.
Our first date was to a movie. I don't remember the movie's name or even what it was about, I was so enamored with the girl sitting next to me, intertwining her fingers with mine. We learned that besides mathematics, we had a lot in common: both of us were from small towns, although hers was in Western Oregon and mine in Eastern Oregon, we were majoring in mathematics, and we were Freshmen. Afterward, when I took her home, we sat in the car talking for probably an hour, getting to know each other. Then she leaned over and kissed me. It was completely different from the little bit Tina and I had kissed. It felt more like Elena was making love to my mouth when she kissed me. That night I felt like I had gone to heaven.
The next week in our two classes together, she moved to a desk beside mine, and we started studying together outside the classroom. She took the fun of mathematics to a whole new level. I guess I was a bit of a male chauvinist, thinking that mathematics was a guy's specialty, but she proved me totally mistaken. She was always the first one raising her hand to answer any question and was clearly the star in both the classes we shared. I was only too happy to discover how wrong I had been.
On our second date, Elena encouraged my hand up under her blouse, and for the first time ever I felt a girl's braless boobs. At the same time, she wrapped her hand around my boner over my slacks and squeezed. That night, after I went back to my own dorm, my hand was very busy under the covers relieving the pressure from my rock-hard cock. I was sure the girl was going to drive me totally insane.
We saw each other several times the following week, studying together. I had a hard time paying attention to what we were supposed to be doing when all I could think about was her bare tits in my hand. I didn't even progress to the what-ifs beyond that.
That Friday night, Elena's dorm held a Christmas dance in their 'great hall', and she invited me to be her date. I made it a point to buy a red shirt and green tie to wear with my only pair of black slacks. When I arrived at the dance, Elena was there to greet me, wearing a red dress that hugged her figure and looked fantastic on her. It had white fur around the hem, which was well above her knees, and the neckline, which showed off her beautiful cleavage; black fishnet stockings and green high heeled shoes. She was wearing perfume that smelled like feminine heaven. It was hard for me to grasp that this smart, gorgeous, sexy minx was actually my girlfriend.
Lois was there too, with her boyfriend, David. I had thanked her numerous times for introducing me to Elena and did so again that night. We got a glass of fruit punch (most of us were underage, so there was no alcohol) and sat at a table with Lois and Dave, listening to the music.
Elena was tracing little figures on the back of my hand with her fingers while we talked about school, home, and other things. When a song came on that Elena particularly liked, she leaned over and asked me to dance with her. It was a fast song so there wasn't much touching, although she did bump her pelvis into mine just enough to keep my libido on edge. We danced several songs in a row and my brain was breaking free of the ability to think so that by the time we sat back down, all I could contemplate about was my girl. When she sat, it pulled her dress up her thigh, further eroding any possibility of rational thought.
A few minutes later, the DJ played a nice slow song and Elena pulled me out on the floor again. This time she wrapped her arms around my neck, snuggled her cheek against mine and pulled our bodies tight together. "Mmm, Stevey, I like this," she whispered in my ear. No one had ever called me that name before, except Chris.
I liked it too, and that is perhaps the understatement of the month. She smelled and felt so good nuzzled up tight with me. We shuffled around the floor, cheek to cheek, and I know she had to have been feeling my boner through her thin dress. I knew that that night was going to be a massive masturbation session before I'd be able to get any rest.
