Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 year old aged at a state university located way up in the mountains. My newcomer yr I joined a sodality because I was an especial drinker. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the approximation of having a core radical of protagonist to political party with was very appealing to an 18 year old me. My mixer life sentence was fairly substantial during my first three years of college. I had a lot of friends and was well known around campus.

My elder class I was elected Chief Executive of my fraternity. I ran on the platform of governing through maturity date. There were a lot of prejudicious things that my fraternity got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my frat to be Thomas More community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some citizenry liked my approach path, some people saw me as a stick in the mud. I did not give care. It was the vision I had since I saw the degradation my entrant year. Becoming such a polarize figure of speech in the Greek community garnered me a lot of newfound interest group from some of the sorority girls. For three years sorority girls were a age bracket that I greatly failed to understand. They 're all around deficiency of shame perplexed me and I often found them to be much too forward for me.

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

entrant year came and went and I had no real prospects. When I was sober I was refining my social skills with cleaning lady, when I was wasted, I was making a fool of myself. By sophomore year my social skills were well refined and I was ready to finally break through. That never happened. When I would watch my protagonist seal the deal I would take mental musical note. Some of the matter they would say though ... never in a million years would I have the self-assurance to emulate. So I remained moribund because I did n't have a shred of game.

By Jr year I had lost a comely sum of money of weight and developed some ending friendly relationship with a few lady friend that dated friends of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed assistant. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a sexual personal manner with fair sex ... even if they saw it as boozy give-and-take. But for me it was invaluable praxis. By the end of my junior year I had managed to secure a few date.

They were n't with the best looking girls but I thought that would work to my reward. I was hoping for a girl with lower self esteem than I had. Turns out that girls that were more than shy and awkward than me did n't deliver many opportunity for me to `` cash the v poster '' as my frat boy acquaintance would say. That 's powerful ... I was still a virgin by 20 geezerhood old. By the end of Junior year I had my first candy kiss. It sucked and I found the girl to be abhorrent albeit not bad looking. beggar can be choosers I guess.

Everything changed my senior year. I came back to school only slightly adiposis whereas I was very stoutness my first few eld of college. I got two tattoos over summertime break and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new fraternity family about a quarter naut mi from campus. As chairperson I had the number 1 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 Virgo. '' 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. slews of booze, oodles of drugs, mint of slutty daughter walking around my theatre. The adjacent morning I was outside chipping golf game balls in the forepart grounds when I saw a very short, very tan girlfriend coming down the outdoors stairs.

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

`` sanctum 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 longer 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 last night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's cock. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and ingenuous looking miss be so unblushing ? I could n't remember of anything to say to that so I put my foreland down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the muteness `` I do n't possess anywhere I need to be, I just kinda figured Paul did n't desire me to linger. Wan na hang up out ? ``

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm beat, let 's go knack out in your room. '' At this point I had a grave pillowcase of butterflies. I 've had girls in my room plenty of times but they were almost always accompanied by their boyfriends. Leading the way, we walked back up the stair and down the mansion to my way. I immediately put on medicine and packed a bowl in an attempt to diffuse my social ineptitude. Sydney, at this compass point, has her skid off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too betimes to listen to euphony. Let 's view a flick. I just wan na relax. '' I took a foresighted drag off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own tidy retarding force I cued up one of the American Pie movies.

I took a seat in a chair opposite the bed, careful to reach Sydney her quad. She gave me a kinky flavor then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw clear the cover. Sept mornings in the pot can create an wrong tingle, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the rock and roll hard protrusion from her thin t-shirt. Either she did n't notice my gaze or could care less. At this item I was in uncharted territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a daughter that had a preclusion to kip 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 edge of the queen bed. Sydney was under the blankets enjoying the picture as well as the premium kush. I could n't pore on the movie. I wanted to impress finisher and get under the blankets but I was so lapidify of the potency results. So I did what I always do, I played the double-dyed gentleman and when the flick was over I handed Sydney her sweatshirt and escorted her out. She gave me a hug and thanked me for a skillful morning and was on her way.

For the adjacent 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 metre I was convincing myself that this was a strictly platonic encounter. Nevertheless I could n't avail but experience 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 the Virgin. I have always lied to my champion. Either they believed me and just take up 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 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 Greek community would stimulate been privy to my secret. Anyway, better matter were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard loud euphony coming from the drive. I headed out to enquire the beginning of the commotion. When I got outdoors I saw two of my roommate notch and Ryan throwing the football the duration of the driveway. I decided a trivial diversion would be a good accent easing so I joined them. After about half an hour dent 's phone started ringing. He answered and held a brief conversation. After he tucked away his mobile phone speech sound he took the ball and fired a laser right wing at me.

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

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a fraternity household for two years now I was used to multiple sets of girls spending time at our theatre daily. 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 freshen up a bit and grab a 12 gang of beer. By the time I got back extraneous Ryan had taken off for the night and nick was greeting the two girlfriend. I knew Shannon, she was flashy and a tad objectionable ... typical sorority girl. She sported a overnice tan, with foresighted black tomentum. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a kick. I quickly turned my attending to her booster. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from cobbler's last year 's spring formal. She went with a Quaker of mine. She was n't a 10, she was n't a fume show, she was n't a thunderbolt, but she was the most beautiful young lady I 've ever laid my optic on. She flashed me a mesmeric smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that perfect smile all but melted me I gathered myself to take in her appearance in greater detail. She is n't the sorority type by any mean. She wore tight gym short pants and a sloppy t-shirt. She is about 5'6. Not skinny but far from overweight. She had foresighted glazed brown hair that went half way down her back. While she wore no composition her face was flawless with a near perfective complexion. Her cutis was a beautiful spectre of emollient. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing shortsighted of perfection. It was house and round and did n't picture a jot of sag. This girl was blessed. The T-shirt offered no reading of what may be beneath it until a impregnable wind blew her shirt, right across her breast. She had small chest, probably an A cup. But they stood at attention like the rest of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my manus to throw off hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stutter, I did n't stutter. Even I could secern that my tone exuded confidence. Allie grasped my hand. I made sure my grip was firm but not too firm. I wanted to pay the feeling that I 'm substantial but know when to canalise my lastingness. I could differentiate 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 lightsome up.

`` I have to admit it 's nice to gather a liberal guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my chemical reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't scourge this opportunity. `` He 's a closet liberalist '' gouge interjected as he slapped my ass on the way by. He and Shannon announced that they were heading up to his room for `` a bit. '' Allie and I looked at each other smiling knowing they would be more than than a minute.

`` Enjoy ... Jason and I will be out here discussing the socialist takeover of United States '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this overt exercising of satire. right field then and there I knew this lady friend was my opposite number. We made our may over to the picnic table where I took a bottom. She did not sit across from me but rather directly following to me. She was so close our legs were almost touching.

`` How bout a beer ? '' I said hoping to not be the lone 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 fuddle like that '' Allie replied, cracking another beer. I chugged my beer and cracked another beer. At this pointedness I was very odd to see where this conversation would look at us. This girl is unbelievably cool and unbelievably hot. By now my survival instincts are kicking in and they are begging the head ... what 's the gimmick ?

We both nursed our moment beers, not wanting to impede conversation. Conversation with Allie was well-fixed. 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 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 populist and her being a very liberal progressive. This led to several hour of spirited argument and a footling playful banter. Politics aside, the dubiousness turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from townsfolk only about 45 hour apart. We talked about senior high school school experiences, our supporter, our mutual sexual love of sports and animals. We talked about our folk, our animation finish and finally we moved to our biggest commonalty ; Hellene life.

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

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't have many friend at my death school and I thought this was my estimable shot at the normal college experience. '' All the while I 'm thinking to myself `` how the snake pit could this girl not pee-pee supporter. '' As if she was reading my mind she continued `` I do n't exactly get a lot of self-assurance in myself. I do n't think I 'm very likeable. I do n't like the girly missy poppycock and I do n't think I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weighting was lifted off her berm revealing this to me. She took another swig of beer and looked to me for my chemical reaction to her revelation. It was my turn to flush red.

`` I think you are good looking '' is all I could muster. Telling a jade like Sydney she was hot was easy but telling Allie she was pretty was so hard 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 header on my articulatio humeri. No run-in were needed. She was so close now that our wooden leg were touching. My bare leg was resting against her fluid delicate skin. This was the near impinging I have ever had with a girl and my biological role were not letting me draw a blank it. I could feel my erection growing in my gym shorts. This presented a very uneasy possibility. Fortunately ding and Shannon came barreling down the stair and jolted Allie 's head straight up.

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

`` Grow up Nick '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the snap table. She glanced at her phone presumably to gibe the fourth dimension. As Shannon and dent 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 know you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the short aloofness to the car in complete disbelief. Those were the most stimulating 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 slender bombination going on I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop computer and went to my deary porno land site. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my pants and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a Marathon jolt session. I scoured the porno whizz pages until I settled on one that closelipped resembled the unexampled object of my tenderness. James Whitcomb Riley Thomas Reid. She had the same long brown whisker, the same fat ass, the Saami diminutive tits and very interchangeable seventh cranial nerve feature film. She did n't confront as aphrodisiac as Riley but I thought she was perfect. I watched a video of James Whitcomb Riley masturbating with just her fingers. I did n't want to call back about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasise about the purity of her dead body. Thinking about her the full time I was stroking my prick, I came very quickly. Well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few 60 minutes we spent together. It wasn't lecherousness or sexual. I wanted to love her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't have to look long .