During high school I didn't have much luck with women. Aside from a few minor relationships, I always seemed to get stuck with being their sensitive friend. I would listen as they complained about their boyfriends but never had the nerve to make a move. It's not like I'm an unattractive guy. Tall, wavy dark hair, good build. I guess I just should have been more direct. I'd had sex a few times, but I was nowhere near a stud.
All that changed in college, though. I left my mid-sized town for a large state school in New England. During the first semester alone, I got more action than I had during all of high school. This is my story.
CHAPTER ONE: MOVING IN
After a five-hour drive, we pulled up to my new home. My parents, brother and sister had all come to help me move in. We unloaded the car and hauled everything to my room. After lunch, we hugged goodbye and they left. We're a close, healthy family, but it's a short train ride home so I can come back whenever I want. I finally got a chance to examine the room. It's a double, but my roommate hasn't shown up yet. The room is about 15 by 20 feet, with 2 beds, 2 desks, 2 closets and 1 sink. After unpacking and making the bed, I go downstairs and outside for a cigarette. There were some picnic tables set up in the courtyard that some other freshmen were sitting at, smoking. I introduced myself.
"Hey, I'm Ian." We all shook hands and talked about college, what we're studying, usual getting-to-know-you stuff. After the cigarette, I went back to my room to find my roommate unpacking. He introduced himself has Chris. He seems like a really friendly guy. Tall, blonde hair, muscular. It doesn't surprise me that he comes from California and surfs. It turns out we're both art students, so we get off to a good start. We spend a few hours talking about music, school, classes and it looks like we're going to get along really well over the year.
Around 7, someone knocks at the door. We both get up to answer it. Two beautiful girls are standing there. "Hi, I'm Krysti." "Hi, I'm Jane. We're you're neighbors."
"Hey, I'm Ian."
"Chris."
"Want to get dinner?" Krysti asked. I was immediately attracted to her. She was Japanese, wtith dark curly hair, at least 5'9" tall, and a voluptuous figure. Just by estimating, I would have said at least a 36DD cup and a full, toned butt.
Jane wasn't as tall, but her red hair and even larger breasts straining against her cropped baby t more than made up for it.
We went to the dining hall and then sat outside in the courtyard smoking and enjoying the sunset. After a few cigarettes we went back to their room where they locked the door behind us.
"I've got a little surprise to celebrate our new chapter of life," Jane said. She unzipped a track bag next to her bed and pulled out a bottle of rum and some soda. We spent the next couple hours doing shots and sipping on mixed drinks. It didn't take long before we were all pretty trashed. Chris and Jane were flirting with each other on her bed, while Krysti and I sat on the floor, talking and laughing. I hadn't had nearly as much to drink as everyone else; I've always been more of a stoner myself. So when Krysti offered me a joint, I jumped on the offer. We cracked open the window as she packed a bowl. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Chris stroking Jane's leg while she rubbed her massive breasts up and down his arm as they talked. Krysti took the first hit and held it in. She wrapped her arms my neck and blew the smoke in my face. After a few hits each, we were both starting to feel pretty good.
"Anybody feel like some real fun?" Jane asked.