Danielle stood in front of the third floor apartment door, trying to muster up the courage to knock. She had been here for almost two minutes, psyching herself up, confident in her outfit and overall look, but anxious about her demeanor and what might happen once she got inside.
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She had walked here on shaky knees, anticipating that she would experience her second sexual experience tonight. How far she would go, or how far Brandon would push her to go, is what made her wary.
As she held her position in the middle of the hallway, she thought back to her first experience. Her boyfriend, Jeremy, had coaxed her out of the dance hall and out under the bleachers of the track facility. Having both recently turned eighteen, they were beyond anxious to lose their virginity to each other.
He was a typical high school boy, focused on one thing and one thing only. He laid her on the grass, hiked up her skirt and pulled down her panties. He knelt between her legs and pulled his dick out of his zipper, and entered her awkwardly.
He pawed at her breasts through her dress as she stifled her desire to cry. He was more forceful that she would have preferred, but she did not consider it rape. It was certainly consensual. All of her friends who had lost their virginity already had told her the first time would be unpleasant, so she wasn't honestly expecting anything much better than this anyway.
Within a minute, Jeremy pulled out and shot his cum onto her thighs, before tucking himself back in and leaving her there. As Danielle wiped away tears and ejaculate, she found herself oddly proud for two reasons. For one, she had lost her virginity, which implied a level of maturity. And two, she had done so without getting pregnant.
With that memory providing some courage, she knocked on the door. 'No turning back now,' she thought.
Brandon opened the door with an honest and sincere smile.
"Danielle, I'm so glad you came!" he said cheerfully. Danielle appreciated his demeanor. Seniors in college were so much more mature than senior in high school. If this guy only had one thing on his mind, he sure didn't let on about it.
"Thank you for inviting me, Brandon." She stepped inside and her took her coat, then he greeted her with a kiss on the cheek, which she happily returned.
"Of course, I'm just happy you could make it. How are you liking campus life so far?"
"Still settling in, but I like it. This is my first time in one of the off-campus residences."
"Well, welcome," Brandon said. "I hope you don't mind, but I ordered you a salad from Luigi's. Should be here any minute."
"Sounds good...do you have anything to drink?"
"Sure. I have just about everything: tequila, gin, vodka, beer. But why don't we keep it classy. I'll open a bottle of Riesling."
"Classy. I like that," Danielle flirted.
By the time the salads arrived, they were each on their second glass, and Danielle was getting comfortable.
"You know," Brandon started, "My first impression of you was that you might be too much of a "good girl" to come over to an upperclassman's apartment by yourself. I'm glad I was wrong."
Danielle mulled over her response as she swallowed some lettuce.
"Well, I was so excited when you invited me. A tall, dark and handsome senior invites a freshman girl over? A little cliche, but I don't mind. Besides, you know so much about campus life, I figured I could glean some insider information while I'm here."
"Well," he said, "I'll give you a bit of a hint about the social scene. If you're hoping to hook up with someone, it's best to avoid foods like pizza or tacos. Stick to fresh veggies, you know, for fresh breath."
Danielle smiled wryly, understanding his not-so-subtle hint. "That's good advice," was all she could think to say.
"But there's one thing you know that I don't know," he replied.
Danielle smiled and cocked her head to the side, wondering what that might be. "Which is?"
Brandon leaned across the table, lowering his voice as if there were witnesses he wished to keep out of the loop. "You know if we're going to have sex tonight."
Danielle blushed and leaned back in her chair in surprise, but a wicked smile emerged on her face. "What do you mean?" she asked.
"Well, there are certainly scummy guys in every college, but I'm not the kind of guy to coax you with shots of tequila or pressure you into something you're not ready for. So in my world, the woman always has the upper hand. You know I want to, based on the fact that I'm a guy, but only you know what you want."
Danielle chuckled. His statement was at once funny, lascivious, and perhaps even profound. And it turned her perception of the evening upside down. She had viewed him as being in control up until now. His apartment, his choice of food, his wine...but from here the night would be on her terms?
Intending to sound audacious and confident, she leaned back in towards him and said, "Brandon, we're definitely having sex tonight."
Brandon smiled. Freshman girls were all the same. Just let them think they're in control and a guy can get away with anything.
"Well, if that's the case, why don't we move to the couch and let things happen?"
