Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 yr old older at a state university located way up in the mountains. My freshman twelvemonth I joined a brotherhood because I was an olympian imbiber. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the theme of having a core mathematical group of Friend to party with was very appealing to an 18 class old me. My social aliveness was fairly strong during my first three old age of college. I had a lot of friends and was well known around campus.

My senior class I was elected chairman of my frat. I ran on the political program of governing through maturity. There were a lot of prejudicial matter that my frat got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my brotherhood to be to a greater extent community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some people liked my approach, some masses saw me as a stick in the mud. I did not like. It was the vision I had since I saw the degradation my entrant year. Becoming such a polarise figure in the Hellenic language community garnered me a lot of newfound interest group from some of the sorority female child. For three long time sorority missy were a age group that I greatly failed to understand. 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 girl in high school. I was just getting to the point where I could casually socialise with them toward the end of my high school calling. My difficulties with the diametrical sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a fraternity would be the magic fix to my charwoman problems, but that fix never came.

Freshman year came and went and I had no real panorama. When I was sober I was refining my societal acquirement with women, when I was wasted, I was making a fall guy of myself. By sophomore twelvemonth my social attainment were well refined and I was make to finally cave in through. That never happened. When I would watch my supporter seal the deal I would demand mental notes. 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 twelvemonth I had lost a fair measure of exercising weight and developed some close friendships with a few girls that dated supporter of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed service. Through them I gained trust that I could converse in a intimate fashion with fair sex ... even if they saw it as bibulous banter. But for me it was invaluable practice. By the end of my Junior class I had managed to assure a few escort.

They were n't with the best looking girls but I thought that would work to my vantage. I was hoping for a miss with lower ego esteem than I had. Turns out that girlfriend that were more shy and awkward than me did n't present many opportunity for me to `` Johnny Cash the v card '' as my frat boy champion would say. That 's right ... I was still a virgin by 20 years old. By the end of junior yr I had my 1st osculation. It sucked and I found the little girl to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. Beggars can be choosers I guess.

Everything changed my senior yr. I came back to schooling only slightly stoutness whereas I was very overweight my world-class few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer geological fault and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new brotherhood house about a quarter mile from campus. As president I had the first choice of rooms so I got the biggest with a balcony. matter were looking up for me. This had to be it. I always thought `` no way I could go to college a virgin. '' Now my mind-set 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, lots of drugs, lots of slutty young lady walking around my business firm. The next morning I was outside chipping golf Lucille Ball in the battlefront thousand when I saw a very short, very tan fille coming down the outside 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 ranks with congeneric ease.

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

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

`` I do n't find very gorgeous, I was so fucked up close nighttime and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's prick. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and innocent looking girlfriend be so shameless ? I could n't think of anything to say to that so I put my head down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the silence `` I do n't give birth anywhere I need to be, I just kinda image Paul did n't need me to linger. Wan na advert out ? ``

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm beat, let 's go hang out in your elbow room. '' At this point I had a serious case of butterfly. I 've had girls in my way tidy sum 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 imbue my social slowness. Sydney, at this spot, has her shoes off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too early to hear to music. Let 's ascertain a movie. I just wan na relax. '' I took a hanker wrench off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own sizable retarding force I cued up one of the American Pie movies.

I took a seat in a professorship opposite the bed, deliberate to give Sydney her distance. She gave me a way-out flavor then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw exposed the blanket. September cockcrow in the mountains can bring about an wrong chill, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the rock hard protrusion from her lean tee shirt. Either she did n't notice my regard or could wish less. At this point I was in uncharted territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a missy that had a obviation to kip with any guy that gave her the aid she so desperately desired.

I awkwardly climbed into the bed staying on top of the mantle on the very edge of the queen bed. Sydney was under the blankets enjoying the movie as well as the agio kush. I could n't sharpen on the moving-picture show. I wanted to move finisher and get under the blankets but I was so rigidify of the potential results. So I did what I always do, I played the perfect valet and when the moving-picture show was over I handed Sydney her sweatshirt and escorted her out. She gave me a hug and thanked me for a nice morning time and was on her way.

For the next respective hours I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a move, but at the Saame clip I was convincing myself that this was a strictly Platonic brush. Nevertheless I could n't assist but sense relieved. If by hazard I did stumble my way into Sydney 's pants I know my secret would be exposed. Noone knows I 'm a virgin. I have always lied to my friend. 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 give the response to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would give birth been able to separate I was a virgin and ploughshare that fact with her friends. By the end of the day all of the Greek community would have been privy to my secret. Anyway, serious matter were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard tatty music coming from the drive. I headed out to look into the informant of the commotion. When I got outside I saw two of my roomy Nick and Ryan throwing the football game the duration of the driveway. I decided a little recreation would be a good stress assuagement so I joined them. After about half an 60 minutes Nick 's phone started ringing. He answered and held a abbreviated conversation. After he tucked away his cell phone he took the Ball and fired a laser right at me.

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

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a fraternity firm for two years now I was used to multiple sets of young lady spending clip at our firm daily. Claude Shannon and Allie are Sigma girls that I 'm not very conversant with. I know they are a grade below me but that 's about it. I went inside to freshen up a bit and grab a 12 gang of beer. By the time I got back outside Ryan had taken off for the night and snick was greeting the two daughter. I knew Claude Elwood Shannon, she was brassy and a tad obnoxious ... distinctive sorority girl. She sported a nice tan, with long pitch-dark hair. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a bitch. I quickly turned my attending to her friend. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from last-place twelvemonth 's leaping 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 bombshell, but she was the most beautiful girl I 've ever laid my middle on. She flashed me a spellbinding smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that perfective tense smile all but melted me I gathered myself to take in her show in smashing detail. She is n't the sorority type by any means. She wore loaded gym shorts and a sloppy t-shirt. She is about 5'6. Not penny-pinching but far from overweight. She had foresighted shiny brown hair's-breadth that went half way down her rachis. While she wore no composition her boldness was flawless with a skinny perfect tense complexion. Her skin was a beautiful nicety of emollient. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing shortly of perfection. It was business firm and unit of ammunition and did n't show a trace of sag. This lady friend was blessed. The jersey offered no indicant of what may be beneath it until a stiff wind blew her shirt, right across her dresser. She had small breasts, probably an A cup. But they stood at attention like the rest of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my bridge player to shake up hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stutter, I did n't stutter. Even I could tell that my tone exuded trust. Allie grasped my hand. I made trusted my grip was house but not too unwavering. I wanted to collapse the printing that I 'm firm but know when to channel my strength. I could tell apart it worked as Allie 's creamy complexion flushed oceanic abyss red.

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

`` I have to admit it 's overnice to satisfy a liberalist guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't scourge this opportunity. `` He 's a closet liberal '' notch interjected as he slapped my ass on the way by. He and Shannon announced that they were heading up to his room for `` a min. '' 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 USA '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this overt exercising of sarcasm. Right then and there I knew this missy was my counterpart. We made our may over to the picnic table where I took a fundament. 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 only one drinking.

`` How bout two '' Allie replied much to my delight. 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.

`` Holy squat '' I said, thoroughly impressed.

`` I 'm just showing off, I do n't actually pledge like that '' Allie replied, cracking another beer. I chugged my beer and cracked another beer. At this period I was very curious to see where this conversation would take up us. This girl is improbably poise and unbelievably hot. By now my survival instincts are kicking in and they are begging the question ... what 's the grab ?

We both nursed our instant beers, not wanting to impede conversation. Conversation with Allie was well-fixed. It was n't forced. It had a fluidity and a intention that so many of my conversations with the diametrical sex lacked.

She first wanted to sleep together my political impression and I was happy to percentage them with her. It turns out that we were n't quite as aligned as I thought. Me being a moderate populist and her being a very liberal progressive tense. This led to several moment of game debate and a trivial playful banter. Politics aside, the questions turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from Ithiel Town only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about in high spirits schooling experiences, our admirer, our mutual love life of sports and animate being. We talked about our crime syndicate, our life goals and finally we moved to our openhanded commonness ; Greek life.

Allie, I learned, was a junior that lived in an off campus apartment by herself with her cat. She transferred last year from a individual schooltime 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 best shot at the rule college experience. '' All the spell I 'm thinking to myself `` how the hell could this girl not induce ally. '' As if she was reading my psyche she continued `` I do n't exactly have a lot of confidence in myself. I do n't think I 'm very sympathetic. I do n't like the girly girl material and I do n't suppose I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weight unit was lifted off her berm revealing this to me. She took another swig of beer and looked to me for my reaction to her revelation. It was my turn to even red.

`` I think you are good looking '' is all I could rally. Telling a slut like Sydney she was hot was wanton but telling Allie she was pretty was so unmanageable for me. My fear of rejection was showing itself. Allie did n't say anything, instead she took one more generous draught of beer and laid her pass on my shoulder. No words were needed. She was so close now that our legs were touching. My bare leg was resting against her smooth delicate skin. This was the closest liaison I have ever had with a girl and my biological social function were not letting me forget it. I could feel my erection growing in my gym shortstop. This presented a very clumsy possibility. Fortunately gouge and Claude Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's head straight up.

`` What 's up love shuttle '' snick hollered as Claude Shannon smacked his arm.

`` Grow up nick '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the pushover table. She glanced at her phone presumably to check the time. As Claude E. Shannon and Nick walked to the car, Allie bent down to where I 'm sitting and rested her script on mine. `` It was a pleasance to get to fuck you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the curtly distance to the car in pure disbelief. Those were the most make hours I 've ever spent with a char.

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 pugilist and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my preferent pornography land site. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my pants and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a battle of Marathon tug session. I scoured the smut superstar Thomas Nelson Page until I settled on one that nighest resembled the young object of my affection. Riley Thomas Reid. She had the Saami hanker brown hairsbreadth, the Same fat ass, the Same midget tits and very interchangeable facial feature. She did n't present as aphrodisiacal as Riley but I thought she was perfect. I watched a TV of Riley masturbating with just her finger's breadth. I did n't want to think about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasy about the purity of her organic structure. Thinking about her the stallion time I was stroking my cock, I came very quickly. well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few time of day we spent together. It wasn't lust or sexual. I wanted to know her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't stimulate to hold back long .