Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 year old senior at a state university located way up in the good deal. My first-year twelvemonth I joined a sodality because I was an exceptional juicer. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the idea of having a nitty-gritty chemical group of protagonist to party with was very appealing to an 18 year old me. My mixer sprightliness was fairly strong during my first three years of college. I had a lot of friends and was well known around campus.

My senior year I was elected president of my sodality. I ran on the platform of governing through maturity. There were a lot of detrimental things that my fraternity got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my sodality to be Thomas More community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some hoi polloi liked my approach, some people saw me as a joystick in the mud. I did not care. It was the visual sensation I had since I saw the abasement my freshman year. Becoming such a polarise chassis in the Greek community garnered me a lot of newfound interest from some of the sorority missy. For three long time sorority girls were a cohort that I greatly failed to empathize. They 're all around lack of pity perplexed me and I often found them to be much too forward for me.

Since I can remember interacting with girls was a terrible experience. I never had a girlfriend in high schoolhouse. I was just getting to the peak where I could casually socialize with them toward the end of my high school life history. My difficulties with the reverse sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a brotherhood would be the magic fix to my womanhood problems, but that fix never came.

entrant year came and went and I had no literal prospects. When I was sober I was refining my mixer skills with cleaning woman, when I was wasted, I was making a saphead of myself. By soph year my mixer skills were well refined and I was ready to finally give out through. That never happened. When I would look out my booster seal the deal I would take mental line. Some of the things they would say though ... never in a million years would I have the confidence to emulate. So I remained stagnant because I did n't have a shred of game.

By junior class I had lost a sightly measure of weight and developed some close friendly relationship with a few little girl that dated friends of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed helper. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a intimate way with char ... even if they saw it as boozy banter. But for me it was priceless practice. By the end of my junior year I had managed to secure a few date.

They were n't with the best looking little girl but I thought that would work to my vantage. I was hoping for a girl with glower self esteem than I had. Turns out that missy that were more than shy and awkward than me did n't demonstrate many opportunities for me to `` cash the v card '' as my frat boy friends would say. That 's right ... I was still a Virgo the Virgin by 20 years old. By the end of Jnr year I had my low buss. It sucked and I found the girl to be abhorrent albeit not bad looking. Beggars can be choosers I guess.

Everything changed my senior year. I came back to schooltime only slightly overweight whereas I was very corpulence my first few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer breaking and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new brotherhood firm about a after part stat mi from campus. As President I had the first choice of way 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 mindset 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. luck of booze, lots of drugs, sight of slutty girls walking around my family. The following morning time I was alfresco chipping golf game orb in the front yard when I saw a very short, very tan girl coming down the outside stairs.

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

`` Holy dogshit, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite dissimilar. '' I could separate she was n't about to jump my bone but her stare lingered longer than I am accustomed.

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

`` I do n't sense very gorgeous, I was so fucked up concluding Night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's cock. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and innocent looking girl be so shameless ? I could n't recollect of anything to say to that so I put my head down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the secrecy `` I do n't ingest anywhere I need to be, I just kinda work out Apostle of the Gentiles did n't need me to hang around. Wan na hang out ? ``

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm baffle, let 's go hang out in your room. '' At this point I had a serious case of butterfly stroke. I 've had missy in my room plenty of times but they were almost always accompanied by their young man. Leading the way, we walked back up the stairs and down the hall to my elbow room. I immediately put on music and packed a bowl in an endeavour to pervade my mixer awkwardness. Sydney, at this point, has her shoes off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too former to heed to medicine. Let 's watch over a movie. I just wan na relax. '' I took a long pull off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own sizable puff I cued up one of the American Pie movies.

I took a prat in a electric chair opposite the bed, careful to give way Sydney her space. She gave me a quirky look then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw capable the blanket. Sept mornings in the mountains can produce an wrong pall, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the rock laborious projection from her thin T-shirt. Either she did n't mark my regard or could like less. At this period I was in uncharted territory. I never had a young lady in my bed let alone a female child that had a obviation 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 bound of the tabby bed. Sydney was under the cover enjoying the moving picture as well as the bounty kush. I could n't focus on the movie. I wanted to locomote closer and get under the blankets but I was so ossify of the possible consequence. So I did what I always do, I played the perfect gentleman and when the picture was over I handed Sydney her sweatshirt and escorted her out. She gave me a hug and thanked me for a gracious morning and was on her way.

For the next various minute I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a motion, but at the same time I was convincing myself that this was a strictly platonic encounter. Nevertheless I could n't aid but sense relieved. If by opportunity I did hit my way into Sydney 's bloomers I know my secret would be exposed. Noone knows I 'm a virgin. I have always lied to my friends. 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 ingest the answer to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would have been able to recount I was a virgin and share that fact with her friends. By the end of the day all of the Hellenic community would have been privy to my secret. Anyway, better things were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard loud euphony coming from the driveway. I headed out to enquire the source of the to-do. When I got external I saw two of my roomie notch and Ryan throwing the football the length of the driveway. I decided a little refreshment would be a well stress fill-in so I joined them. After about half an hour snick 's telephone started ringing. He answered and held a brief conversation. After he tucked away his cell headphone he took the glob and fired a laser right hand at me.

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

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a fraternity home for two years now I was used to multiple solidifying of daughter spending clock time at our house daily. Claude Elwood Shannon and Allie are Sigma missy that I 'm not very fellow 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 pack of beer. By the time I got back outside Ryan had taken off for the nighttime and nick was greeting the two miss. I knew Shannon, she was loud and a tad obnoxious ... typical sorority girl. She sported a squeamish tan, with long black whisker. She was absolutely beautiful but the true be told, she was a bitch. I quickly turned my attention to her protagonist. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from last class 's natural spring ball. She went with a friend of mine. She was n't a 10, she was n't a smoke show, she was n't a thunderclap, but she was the most beautiful girl I 've ever laid my optic on. She flashed me a spellbinding smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that perfect smile all but melted me I gathered myself to necessitate in her appearance in keen detail. She is n't the sorority type by any mean. She wore tight gym boxers and a sloppy tee shirt. She is about 5'6. Not skinny but far from overweight. She had long glossy brown whisker that went half way down her backbone. While she wore no make-up her face was unflawed with a most perfect skin colour. Her peel was a beautiful shade of cream. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nada short of flawlessness. It was firm and round and did n't indicate a hint of sag. This little girl was blessed. The t-shirt offered no indicant of what may be beneath it until a strong wind blew her shirt, right across her chest. She had small breasts, probably an A cup. But they stood at tending like the rest of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my hand to rock hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stutter, I did n't stutter. Even I could say that my timbre exuded self-assurance. Allie grasped my helping hand. I made sure my grasp was firm but not too business firm. I wanted to give the stamp that I 'm strong but know when to channelise my intensity. I could tell it worked as Allie 's creamy complexion flushed deep red.

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

`` I have to accept it 's nice to meet a reform-minded guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't waste this chance. `` He 's a press progressive '' ding interjected as he slapped my ass on the way by. He and Shannon announced that they were heading up to his room for `` a minute. '' Allie and I looked at each former 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 U.S.A. '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this overt physical exercise of sarcasm. justly then and there I knew this girl was my counterpart. We made our may over to the field day table where I took a seat. She did not sit across from me but rather directly next to me. She was so close our legs were almost touching.

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

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

`` holy diddlysquat '' 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 period I was very peculiar to see where this conversation would take us. This girl is improbably cool and unbelievably hot. By now my survival instincts are kicking in and they are begging the question ... what 's the gimmick ?

We both nursed our irregular beers, not wanting to obturate conversation. Conversation with Allie was well-heeled. It was n't forced. It had a fluidity and a purpose that so many of my conversations with the opposite sex lacked.

She first wanted to know my political opinion and I was well-chosen to ploughshare 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 handsome progressive. This led to various minutes of spirited debate and a picayune playful banter. Politics aside, the interrogative sentence turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about high school experiences, our supporter, our reciprocal love of mutant and animal. We talked about our menage, our life goals and finally we moved to our great commonality ; Hellenic language life.

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

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't have many friends at my lastly school and I thought this was my dear snapshot at the normal college experience. '' All the while I 'm thinking to myself `` how the underworld could this girl not have admirer. '' As if she was reading my intellect she continued `` I do n't exactly deliver a lot of authority in myself. I do n't think I 'm very likable. I do n't care the girly missy poppycock and I do n't think I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weight was lifted off her shoulder joint revealing this to me. She took another draft of beer and looked to me for my chemical reaction to her Revelation of Saint John the Divine. It was my turn to flush red.

`` I think you are skillful looking '' is all I could muster. Telling a hussy like Sydney she was hot was tardily but telling Allie she was pretty was so difficult for me. My veneration of rejection was showing itself. Allie did n't say anything, instead she took one more generous draught of beer and laid her oral sex on my shoulder joint. No words were needed. She was so close now that our legs were touching. My bare leg was resting against her smooth out delicate skin. This was the closest contact I have ever had with a young woman and my biological routine were not letting me blank out it. I could feel my erection growing in my gym drawers. This presented a very awkward possibility. Fortunately ding and Claude E. Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's head straight up.

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

`` Grow up gouge '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the picnic table. She glanced at her phone presumably to check over the time. As Shannon and snick walked to the car, Allie bent down to where I 'm sitting and rested her hand on mine. `` It was a delight to get to eff you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the short distance to the car in everlasting incredulity. Those were the most brace time of day I 've ever spent with a woman.

Resigned to the fact that she was gone, I gathered my beers and headed for my way. With the slender buzz going on I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my favorite pornography site. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my pants and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a marathon jerk school term. I scoured the porn star pages until I settled on one that nearest resembled the newest aim of my affection. Riley Reid. She had the same long Robert Brown hair, the same fat ass, the same tiny pap and very exchangeable facial feature of speech. She did n't present as aphrodisiac as Riley but I thought she was pure. I watched a video recording of Riley masturbating with just her fingers. I did n't require to mean about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasy about the pureness of her body. Thinking about her the intact clock time I was stroking my dick, I came very quickly. well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few 60 minutes we spent together. It wasn't lustfulness or sexual. I wanted to fuck her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't have to wait long .