Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 year old senior at a land university located way up in the mountains. My freshman twelvemonth I joined a frat because I was an exceptional drinker. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the idea of having a inwardness radical of friends to political party with was very appealing to an 18 year old me. My social life was fairly firm during my first three year of college. I had a lot of acquaintance and was well known around campus.

My senior twelvemonth I was elected chairperson of my brotherhood. I ran on the platform of governing through maturity. There were a lot of prejudicial things that my brotherhood got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my fraternity to be more residential district oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some people liked my approach, some people saw me as a stick in the mud. I did not care. It was the visual sense I had since I saw the abasement my freshman year. Becoming such a polarize soma in the Greek community garnered me a lot of newfound interest from some of the sorority young woman. For three class sorority girls were a cohort that I greatly failed to see. They 're all around want of shame perplexed me and I often found them to be much too forward for me.

Since I can remember interacting with fille was a abominable experience. I never had a girlfriend in high school school. I was just getting to the point where I could casually socialize with them toward the end of my high shoal career. My difficulty with the opponent sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a sodality would be the magic fix to my cleaning lady 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 social skills with women, when I was wasted, I was making a fool of myself. By sophomore year my social science were well refined and I was gear up to finally break through. That never happened. When I would watch my friends seal the mountain I would adopt mental bank note. Some of the matter they would say though ... never in a million class would I have the confidence to emulate. So I remained stagnant because I did n't have a shred of game.

By third-year twelvemonth I had lost a fairly amount of weight and developed some close friendship with a few girls that dated booster of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed aid. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a sexual manner with adult female ... even if they saw it as bibulous banter. But for me it was invaluable drill. By the end of my Jnr year I had managed to ensure a few particular date.

They were n't with the best looking girls but I thought that would work to my advantage. I was hoping for a girl with low-pitched self esteem than I had. Turns out that fille that were more shy and awkward than me did n't deliver many chance for me to `` cash the v wit '' as my frat boy friends would say. That 's right ... I was still a virgin by 20 years old. By the end of Jr year I had my first kiss. It sucked and I found the miss to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. mendicant can be picker I guess.

Everything changed my fourth-year year. I came back to school only slightly overweight whereas I was very overweight my first few old age of college. I got two tattoos over summer break and drastically improved my closet. I just moved into our new fraternity house about a quarter mile from campus. As president I had the first alternative of rooms so I got the fully grown with a balcony. affair 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. Lots of booze, pot of drugs, lots of slutty girlfriend walking around my house. The next morning I was extraneous chipping golf clump in the front K when I saw a very short, very tan girl coming down the out of doors stairs.

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

`` holy crap, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite different. '' I could tell apart she was n't about to jump out my clappers but her stare lingered farseeing than I am accustomed.

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

`` I do n't palpate very gorgeous, I was so fucked up endure night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's peter. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and devoid looking girl be so shameless ? I could n't believe of anything to say to that so I put my headway down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the silence `` I do n't have anywhere I need to be, I just kinda picture Paul did n't want me to linger. Wan na attend out ? ``

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm vanquish, let 's go knack out in your room. '' At this point in time I had a serious slip of butterfly stroke. I 've had girls in my room lot of times but they were almost always accompanied by their boyfriends. Leading the way, we walked back up the steps and down the hall to my room. I immediately put on music and packed a bowl in an attempt to spread out my social slowness. Sydney, at this dot, has her shoes off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too early on to listen to music. Let 's follow a flick. I just wan na relax. '' I took a long pulling 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 tush in a chair opposite the bed, heedful to give Sydney her space. She gave me a far-out look then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw open the blanket. Sep forenoon in the great deal can produce an untimely chill, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the rock unvoiced projection from her melt off T-shirt. Either she did n't notice my gaze or could care less. At this stage I was in uncharted territorial dominion. I never had a young woman in my bed let alone a daughter that had a preclusion 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 world-beater bed. Sydney was under the blankets enjoying the movie as well as the premium kush. I could n't focus on the movie. I wanted to move closer and get under the mantle but I was so rigidify of the potential results. So I did what I always do, I played the sodding gentleman and when the movie 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 next various hours I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a relocation, but at the same meter I was convincing myself that this was a strictly Platonic encounter. Nevertheless I could n't help but find relieved. If by opportunity I did stumble my way into Sydney 's trouser 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 have the answer to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would get been able-bodied to tell I was a virgin and share that fact with her Quaker. By the end of the day all of the Hellene community would have been privy to my cloak-and-dagger. Anyway, intimately things were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard tatty music coming from the driveway. I headed out to investigate the source of the disruption. When I got extraneous I saw two of my roommates Nick and Ryan throwing the football the length of the driveway. I decided a picayune diversion would be a good stress backup so I joined them. After about half an hour nick 's phone started ringing. He answered and held a legal brief conversation. After he tucked away his cellular telephone phone he took the ball and fired a laser right at me.

`` Let 's end on a well 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 eld now I was used to multiple sets of missy spending time at our house daily. Shannon and Allie are Sigma little girl that I 'm not very familiar with. I know they are a class below me but that 's about it. I went inside to freshen up a bit and grab a 12 pack of beer. By the meter I got back out-of-door Ryan had taken off for the Nox and Nick was greeting the two girls. I knew Claude Elwood Shannon, she was loud and a tad obnoxious ... distinctive sorority girl. She sported a nice tan, with long pitch blackness tomentum. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a beef. I quickly turned my tending to her friend. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from lastly year 's spring dinner dress. She went with a champion of mine. She was n't a 10, she was n't a smoke show, she was n't a thunderbolt, but she was the most beautiful miss I 've ever laid my eyes on. She flashed me a soporific smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that perfect smile all but melted me I gathered myself to choose in her appearance in smashing particular. She is n't the sorority type by any mean value. She wore tight gym shorts and a loose-fitting tee shirt. She is about 5'6. Not scrawny but far from overweight. She had farsighted shiny chocolate-brown whisker that went half way down her dorsum. While she wore no physical composition her look was unflawed with a draw close utter skin color. Her skin was a beautiful nicety of ointment. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing short of perfection. It was firm and turn and did n't read a clue of sag. This girl was blessed. The t-shirt offered no indication of what may be beneath it until a inviolable wind blew her shirt, right on across her dresser. She had small breasts, probably an A cup. But they stood at attending like the quietus of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my hand to shake hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stammer, I did n't stutter. Even I could say that my tone exuded confidence. Allie grasped my hand. I made sure as shooting my clutches was firm but not too firm. I wanted to ease up the imprint that I 'm firm but know when to channel my strength. I could state it worked as Allie 's creamy complexion flushed inscrutable red.

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

`` I have to admit it 's nice to run into a progressive guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't waste this opportunity. `` He 's a loo progressive '' snick 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 other smiling knowing they would be more 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 overt exercise of irony. the right way then and there I knew this girl was my counterpart. We made our may over to the outing table where I took a bottom. She did not sit across from me but rather directly next to me. She was so close our stage 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 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 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 spot I was very queer to see where this conversation would remove us. This girl is unbelievably cool and unbelievably hot. By now my selection instincts are kicking in and they are begging the question ... what 's the catch ?

We both nursed our bit beers, not wanting to impede conversation. Conversation with Allie was easy. It was n't forced. It had a fluidity and a use that so many of my conversations with the antonym sex lacked.

She first wanted to know my political notion and I was happy 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 big progressive. This led to various bit of spirited argument and a little playful raillery. political relation aside, the questions turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about high school day experiences, our protagonist, our mutual love of sports and animal. We talked about our families, our sprightliness goals and finally we moved to our magnanimous commonness ; Greek life.

Allie, I learned, was a third-year that lived in an off campus flat by herself with her cat. She transferred finale year from a buck private school that she hated.

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't have many ally at my last schooltime and I thought this was my honorable stab at the normal college experience. '' All the spell I 'm thinking to myself `` how the hell could this girl not make friends. '' As if she was reading my intellect she continued `` I do n't exactly bear a lot of confidence in myself. I do n't reckon I 'm very likable. I do n't like the girly girl hooey and I do n't think I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders revealing this to me. She took another swig of beer and looked to me for my reaction to her disclosure. It was my turn to flush red.

`` I think you are in effect looking '' is all I could muster. Telling a strumpet like Sydney she was hot was easy but telling Allie she was pretty was so difficult for me. My awe of rejection was showing itself. Allie did n't say anything, instead she took one more generous swig of beer and laid her question on my shoulder joint. No tidings were needed. She was so close now that our legs were touching. My bare leg was resting against her tranquil delicate skin. This was the closest striking I have ever had with a girl and my biological functions were not letting me forget it. I could feel my erection growing in my gym shorts. This presented a very ill-chosen possibility. Fortunately Nick and Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's head straight up.

`` What 's up love chick '' Nick hollered as Claude E. Shannon smacked his arm.

`` Grow up Nick '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the duck soup table. She glanced at her headphone presumably to check the sentence. As Shannon and Nick walked to the car, Allie bent down to where I 'm sitting and rested her hand on mine. `` It was a pleasure to get to make love you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the shortly aloofness to the car in complete skepticism. Those were the most cause hours I 've ever spent with a woman.

Resigned to the fact that she was gone, I gathered my beers and headed for my room. With the slightest buzz going on I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my darling porn web site. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my pants and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a endurance contest jolt session. I scoured the porn star pageboy until I settled on one that closest resembled the unexampled object of my tenderness. James Whitcomb Riley Reid. She had the same long brownness hair, the same fat ass, the like tiny pap and very similar facial features. She did n't demo as sexy as James Whitcomb Riley but I thought she was stark. I watched a video of James Whitcomb Riley masturbating with just her fingerbreadth. I did n't desire to believe about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasy about the honor of her body. Thinking about her the entire time I was stroking my peter, I came very quickly. fountainhead after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few time of day we spent together. It wasn't lust 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 look long .