Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 twelvemonth old fourth-year at a land university located way up in the slew. My freshman year I joined a sodality because I was an particular juicer. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the idea of having a nucleus grouping of friends to party with was very appealing to an 18 twelvemonth old me. My social life-time was fairly warm during my first of all three days of college. I had a lot of friends and was well known around campus.

My older yr I was elected chair of my fraternity. I ran on the platform of governing through maturity. There were a lot of prejudicious things that my fraternity got into and I wanted to cut back that. I wanted my brotherhood to be more community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some people liked my approach, some people saw me as a stick in the mud. I did not deal. It was the imaginativeness I had since I saw the abasement my fledgling twelvemonth. Becoming such a polarise figure in the Hellene residential area garnered me a lot of newfound interest from some of the sorority young woman. For three eld sorority lady friend were a cohort that I greatly failed to understand. They 're all around deficiency of disgrace perplexed me and I often found them to be much too forward for me.

Since I can call back interacting with girls was a painful experience. I never had a girl in high schooling. I was just getting to the point where I could casually socialize with them toward the end of my mellow shoal vocation. My difficulty with the antonym sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure as shooting joining a fraternity would be the thaumaturgy fix to my women problems, but that fix never came.

Freshman year came and went and I had no real prospects. When I was sober I was refining my mixer acquisition with charwoman, when I was wasted, I was making a saphead of myself. By sophomore class my social science were well refined and I was gear up to finally separate through. That never happened. When I would catch my acquaintance seal the deal I would take mental notes. Some of the things they would say though ... never in a million year would I have the trust to emulate. So I remained stagnant because I did n't have got a shred of game.

By next-to-last year I had lost a bazaar amount of weight and developed some close friendships with a few girls that dated Quaker of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed assist. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a sexual manner with women ... even if they saw it as boozy banter. But for me it was invaluable practice. By the end of my third-year year I had managed to secure a few engagement.

They were n't with the best looking little girl but I thought that would act upon to my vantage. I was hoping for a girl with down in the mouth self esteem than I had. Turns out that girls that were more shy and awkward than me did n't present many opportunity for me to `` cash the v card '' as my frat boy friend would say. That 's right ... I was still a virgin by 20 yr old. By the end of junior twelvemonth I had my first kiss. It sucked and I found the girl to be detestable albeit not bad looking. beggar can be picker I guess.

Everything changed my elder year. I came back to school only slightly overweight whereas I was very overweight my offset few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer break and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new fraternity home about a quarter statute mile from campus. As chairwoman I had the first choice of rooms so I got the biggest with a balcony. Things were looking up for me. This had to be it. I always thought `` no way I could go to college a virgin. '' Now my outlook is `` no way can I leave college a virgin. '' I was determined this was n't going to happen.

move in day came and went. Lot of booze, lots of drugs, lashings of slutty young lady walking around my house. The next first light I was alfresco chipping golf balls in the straw man one thousand when I saw a very curtly, very tan young lady coming down the away stairs.

`` Hi Sydney '' I hollered. I recognized her as a Beta missy. She is quite attractive but it was well known that she made her way through our rank and file with relative ease.

`` holy shit, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite different. '' I could narrate she was n't about to jump-start my bones but her stare lingered prospicient than I am accustomed.

`` Thanks, You look gorgeous as always '' I retorted, trying out my newfound confidence.

`` I do n't feel very gorgeous, I was so fucked up hold up Night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's rooster. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and innocent looking miss be so unblushing ? I could n't think of anything to say to that so I put my principal down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the silence `` I do n't have anywhere I need to be, I just kinda forecast St. Paul did n't require me to linger. Wan na advert out ? ``

`` Sure '' I said, not entirely surely what that entailed. `` We can hang in the rec room or walk downtown and get breakfast. ``

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm outfox, let 's go hang out in your room. '' At this point I had a serious showcase of butterfly. I 've had girl in my room plenty of sentence but they were almost always accompanied by their young man. Leading the way, we walked back up the stairs and down the Granville Stanley Hall to my way. I immediately put on music and packed a pipe bowl in an attack to diffuse my social ineptitude. Sydney, at this degree, has her shoes off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too early to take heed to music. Let 's watch over a movie. I just wan na slacken. '' I took a retentive pull off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own sizeable pull I cued up one of the American English Pie movies.

I took a seat in a chair opposite the bed, careful to give Sydney her space. She gave me a quirky look then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw open the cover. September mornings in the mint can acquire an unseasonable chill, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the rock-and-roll punishing protrusion from her cut t-shirt. Either she did n't discover my regard or could wish less. At this point I was in chartless territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a girl that had a forestalling to sleep with any guy that gave her the attention she so desperately desired.

I awkwardly climbed into the bed staying on top of the blankets on the very boundary of the queen bed. Sydney was under the blankets enjoying the movie as well as the premium kush. I could n't centre on the movie. I wanted to move closer and get under the blankets but I was so petrified of the potency results. So I did what I always do, I played the perfect gentleman and when the picture show was over I handed Sydney her sweatshirt and escorted her out. She gave me a hug and thanked me for a nice dayspring and was on her way.

For the future respective hours I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a move, but at the same time I was convincing myself that this was a strictly platonic encounter. Nevertheless I could n't help but palpate relieved. If by chance I did stumble my way into Sydney 's pants I know my secret would be exposed. Noone knows I 'm a Virgo. I have always lied to my booster. Either they believed me and just assume I do n't get laid a lot, or they just go along with it ... I do n't feature the resolution to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would have been able to say I was a virgin and share that fact with her Friend. By the end of the day all of the Hellene community would induce been privy to my surreptitious. Anyway, better things were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard loud euphony coming from the driveway. I headed out to investigate the source of the tumult. When I got alfresco I saw two of my roomie Nick and Ryan throwing the football the length of the driveway. I decided a piddling diversion would be a unspoilt stress relief so I joined them. After about half an time of day gouge 's phone started ringing. He answered and held a brief conversation. After he tucked away his cell headphone he took the testis and fired a optical maser right at me.

`` Let 's end on a good bank note, Shannon and Allie are on their way over. They want to hang out ''

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a fraternity house for two yr now I was used to multiple sets of girls spending time at our house daily. Claude Elwood Shannon and Allie are Sigma girls that I 'm not very familiar with. I know they are a class below me but that 's about it. I went inside to refreshen up a bit and grab a 12 clique of beer. By the time I got back outdoor Ryan had taken off for the night and notch was greeting the two female child. I knew Claude Elwood Shannon, she was cheap and a tad obnoxious ... typical sorority girl. She sported a nice tan, with recollective melanise hair. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a bitch. I quickly turned my attention to her friend. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from lastly year 's spring formal. She went with a friend of mine. She was n't a 10, she was n't a smoke display, she was n't a thunderbolt, but she was the most beautiful daughter I 've ever laid my eyes on. She flashed me a hypnotic smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that gross smile all but melted me I gathered myself to take in her appearing in expectant detail. She is n't the sorority type by any means. She wore tight gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She is about 5'6. Not tight-fitting but far from overweight. She had long shiny brown fuzz that went half way down her back. While she wore no make-up her face was unflawed with a near perfect complexion. Her skin was a beautiful shade of emollient. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was zip abruptly of paragon. It was firm and round and did n't usher a intimation of sag. This missy was blessed. The t-shirt offered no indication of what may be beneath it until a solid wind blew her shirt, right across her pectus. She had pocket-sized boob, probably an A cup. But they stood at tending like the residuum of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my hand to escape from hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't bumble, I did n't stammer. Even I could tell that my tone exuded confidence. Allie grasped my hand. I made surely my grip was business firm but not too business firm. I wanted to give the notion that I 'm unassailable but know when to impart my long suit. I could narrate it worked as Allie 's creamy complexion flushed abstruse red.

Allie 's oculus fell to my Obama-Biden 2012 shirt and I could see her eyes visible light up.

`` I have to admit it 's dainty to meet a continuous tense guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't macerate this opportunity. `` He 's a water closet progressive '' notch interjected as he slapped my ass on the way by. He and Claude Shannon announced that they were heading up to his room for `` a minute. '' Allie and I looked at each other smiling knowing they would be to a greater extent than a minute.

`` Enjoy ... Jason and I will be out here discussing the socialist takeover of America '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this open exercise of satire. right on then and there I knew this missy was my counterpart. We made our may over to the picnic tabular array where I took a seat. She did not sit across from me but rather directly next to me. She was so conclusion our legs were almost touching.

`` How bout a beer ? '' I said hoping to not be the only one drinking.

`` How bout two '' Allie replied much to my joy. I fished into the composition board box and grabbed her two beers. Without hesitating Allie cracked open a can and chugged it in two gulps.

`` sanctum shit '' I said, thoroughly impressed.

`` I 'm just showing off, I do n't actually drink like that '' Allie replied, cracking another beer. I chugged my beer and cracked another beer. At this degree I was very peculiar to see where this conversation would get us. This girl is unbelievably sang-froid and unbelievably hot. By now my endurance instincts are kicking in and they are begging the question ... what 's the catch ?

We both nursed our back beers, not wanting to impede conversation. Conversation with Allie was gentle. It was n't forced. It had a liquidity and a function that so many of my conversations with the opposite sex lacked.

She first wanted to know my political beliefs and I was happy to share them with her. It turns out that we were n't quite as aligned as I thought. Me being a moderate democrat and her being a very loose progressive. This led to various proceedings of spirited debate and a piffling playful give-and-take. Politics aside, the questions turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from townspeople only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about high school experiences, our friends, our reciprocal love of sports and beast. We talked about our house, our life destination and finally we moved to our biggest commonality ; Greek life.

Allie, I learned, was a junior that lived in an off campus apartment by herself with her cat. She transferred finally year from a private school that she hated.

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't receive many friends at my last school day and I thought this was my in force shot at the normal college experience. '' All the piece I 'm thinking to myself `` how the hell could this girl not make booster. '' As if she was reading my brain she continued `` I do n't exactly have a lot of confidence in myself. I do n't think I 'm very likeable. I do n't care the girly lady friend stuff and I do n't guess I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weighting was lifted off her shoulders revealing this to me. She took another gulp of beer and looked to me for my reaction to her revelation. It was my turn to flush red.

`` I think you are good looking '' is all I could muster up. Telling a slut like Sydney she was hot was prosperous but telling Allie she was pretty was so difficult for me. My fear of rejection was showing itself. Allie did n't say anything, instead she took one more generous swig of beer and laid her read/write head on my shoulder. No words were needed. She was so close now that our leg were touching. My bare leg was resting against her fluid touchy skin. This was the closest tangency I have ever had with a young lady and my biological functions were not letting me block it. I could find my erection growing in my gym shorts. This presented a very awkward theory. Fortunately Nick and Shannon came barreling down the steps and jolted Allie 's head straight up.

`` What 's up making love birds '' Nick hollered as Shannon smacked his arm.

`` Grow up Nick '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the picnic table. She glanced at her speech sound presumably to check the clock time. As Claude E. Shannon and ding walked to the car, Allie bent down to where I 'm sitting and rested her hand on mine. `` It was a pleasance to get to live you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the short distance to the car in complete unbelief. Those were the most rush hours I 've ever spent with a charwoman.

Resigned to the fact that she was gone, I gathered my beers and headed for my room. With the tenuous bombilation going on I stripped down to my Boxer and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop computer and went to my favorite smut site. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my drawers and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a marathon dork session. I scoured the porn adept pages until I settled on one that tightlipped resembled the new object of my warmness. Riley Reid. She had the same long brownness hair, the same fat ass, the Saami flyspeck bosom and very similar nervus facialis features. She did n't gift as sexy as Riley but I thought she was unadulterated. I watched a video recording of Riley masturbating with just her digit. I did n't want to think about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasy about the purity of her body. Thinking about her the total time I was stroking my cock, I came very quickly. well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few hours we spent together. It wasn't lustfulness or intimate. I wanted to know her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't accept to wait long .