Sara was dating Eric's roommate when they met their freshman year of college. In fact, she had been dating him for a few years before that. Freshman year Eric and Sara didn't get along so well. Sara could carry drama with her. Eric had his own women issues, and wasn't as tolerant as he should be. As a result, Sara spent more time in the room than Eric.
All of this changed in their sophomore year though. Eric changed roommates. He was now living with a friend of Sara's, Steve, who wanted to be more than friends. She was no longer dating his old roommate, Scott, but had moved across campus to the same dorm as Eric.
This arrangement created a new set of interactions between Eric and Sara. Sara would regularly pop in to say hi or chat with Eric's new roommate. Eric was a little more relaxed around her, his women issues had run their course for the most part. Sara was depressed over her breakup with Eric's old roommate, or rather she was depressed that he was with someone new. Not that Sara wanted him, but she didn't want him with someone else either.
All of this lead to Sara getting drunk several nights a week during the first month of the school year. Which then often resulted in Sara stopping by Eric's room to cry on someone's shoulder. A couple of weeks into the school year, on one particularly bad night Sara stopped in. Instead of the usual stay and talk though, she wanted Eric to go for a walk.
They walked around campus in the dark. They talked about Scott and his new girlfriend and how she was a "bitch". They talked about how was she going to make it through the semester with the struggles she was already having. They stopped so she could pee behind a bush. And they stopped at the Campanile while another couple was kissing under it at twelve bells.
Sara hinted that she wanted to be kissed too. Eric played it off to her being drunk, and wanting to get back at Scott. After this he walked her back to her room and returned to his own.
What Eric found in his own room wasn't any better. His roommate was sitting there in the dark, drinking and listening to Pink Floyd The Wall at a sufficiently loud level. Eric asked what was up, but he could guess. Steve wasn't happy that Sara was crying on Eric's shoulder instead of his own.
For the next week and half things were pretty normal. Sara stopped by a couple of times. She gave most of her attention to Steve when she did. Steve seemed happy with the arrangement. Eric was trying to determine if maybe Sara was upset him. She wasn't and their relationship would change forever on Friday night of that next week.
Eric had gone to the lab to work on an project for one of his engineering classes. He returned to his room about 9pm. He turned on the stereo, relaxed and thought about the success he had had with the project that night. About 45 minutes later there was a knock at the door. He opened the door and in walked Sara. Walk wasn't the correct description though. It was more like she bounced in. When she entered a room, and was in a good mode, you knew it. She had been drinking as was typical, but she left the party across campus looking for Eric. She was happy she found him in his room.
Sara had long, curly, sandy colored hair. It was the late 80's and she could make it big if she wanted to. She wasn't over weight, but she was full figured. That figure looked even better with her above average height. She was dressed to party. The loose black skirt that she wore came down above her knees. The green sweater she wore wasn't exactly tight, but it did show off her breasts.
Sara chatted up Eric, teased him about spending his Friday night in the lab, and then sitting alone in his room. Eric didn't care, he was feeling good about the project, in a light mood and bantered back and forth with her. It didn't take long and that banter turned to flirting.
"You wanted to kiss last week, I guess now you have another chance," Eric told Sara.
Sara looked at him for second with a suddenly exhausted look on her face. She stood up from the couch and walked over to the door.
"I don't believe I am doing this," Sara said as she reached the door. She reached over and flipped off the light switch, and walked back to couch.
Eric was in disbelief himself. It was darker in the room, but he could still see her with the light from the courtyard coming into the room.
Sara sat down on the couch next to Eric. Both of them were ready and didn't have to wait for the other to make a move. They leaned into each other and their lips met. This moment had been building between them for a while and with that kiss it released everything both had been holding back.
Eric's hand was in Sara's hair and her tongue was in his mouth. She leaned back against the arm of the couch and he was partially on top of her. His hand quickly found her large breasts and he groped them through her sweater. Not completely satisfied with that, his hand slid underneath her sweater and found her breast again. Sara was more than happy to allow him the pleasure.
Eric had never done more than make out with a girl before, and maybe cop a feel through a shirt and bra. This was very different. He could feel Sara's bare breast poking out above her bra, and he was confident he would feel the rest. He reached around her back for the clasp to her bra. He fumble with the strap, but couldn't seem to undue it.
"Hang on," Sara said as she pushed Eric off of her and sat up. "It's in the front," lifting her sweater exposing her bra.
Eric's mouth gaped. He stared straight at her breasts, and his mind was void of any other thoughts.
"I can't believe I am doing this," Sara said for the second time that night and with a tone that seemed to really express her disbelief in Eric's sexual experience. With that she unhooked her bra, letting it fall to the sides, her breasts fully exposed.
No time was wasted. Eric was back on her again, his mouth on hers and his hands on her breasts. He found a nipple and toyed with it until it was hard. His mouth slipped from hers, found the erect nipple and sucked it.
Eric couldn't believe his good fortune, what else would she allow. He moved his had from Sara's breast and slid it between her bare thighs. They parted allowing him accesses up to her panties. She raised her hips at the touch of Eric's fingers against her cotton panties. The excitement of feeling her wetness and her response caused Eric to be a little too rough with the nipple. She took his head in her hands and pulled his face back to hers, finding his mouth once again.
Eric's hand slipped over Sara's thigh and under her panties. He was surprised by the feel of her pubic hair. It was long dense, and rough. He wondered if this was how all girls felt. His hand grazed over her mound a few times before exploring her slit. When he did, she was completely soaked. One finger slid in effortlessly. Soon a second finger followed and entered her almost as easily.
Eric's night of firsts was not going to end here though. He felt a hand slide inside the front of his jeans. It didn't stop there though, it slid alongside his growing erection and found his balls. Sara was squeezing his balls, he couldn't believe this was happening.
The mutual fondling of each others most sensitive areas continued for a couple of minutes more before each withdrew. Eric was now firmly between Sara's legs. Her hips would rise up periodically, as if dry humping him, trying to achieve something Eric probably didn't know how to give her.
Unsure of what to do next, and a little self-conscious too, Eric picked something in between. He undid the button fly of his jeans and pushed them down, but left his boxers in place.
"Don't worry, we aren't going to make love," Eric said as he repositioned himself on top of Sara. This time with his jeans around his knees.
"We're not!?" Sara said with obvious surprise and disappointment.
They laid there for a while longer, kissing and holding each other, but it was obvious the moment was gone. They got up from the couch, the lights went back one, clothes were put back in place, Sara combed the mess from her hair. They laughed both with satisfaction and surprise at what they had just done. The thought of heading back to the party and talking with their friends made what they had done that more exciting. It was their secret.
But it wouldn't stay that way for long. The next day Carly, a close friend, and Chelle, Sara's roommate, were sharing stories of their conquests from Friday night. Finally, Sara couldn't hold back anymore she had to share what happened. Carly and Chelle weren't put off by her escapade, but were shocked that she would choose to have it with a friend.
A few days later Sara stopped by Eric's when Steve was at class. They sat on the couch and talked. Sara curled up against Eric almost as if they were dating. She told him of telling her friend Carly and roommate Chelle what had happened. Eric didn't mind, but didn't want it getting back to his current roommate, or his old roommate whom Sara had dated the previous year.
They talked about what did and didn't happen. They were both still surprised by what had happened. Then Sara thanked Eric for stopping it and not letting it go further. While she liked him and was glad something happened between them, she knew that anything more would have only complicated their relationship which was already awkward at times. The drinking had left her in poor judgment that night, and she was happy he had not taken advantage of that. She asked him if he was still a virgin, even though she strongly suspected it. It was hard for him to admit to her, but he acknowledged that he was indeed. She thanked him for being so open.
