Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 yr old elderly at a state university located way up in the mountains. My freshman year I joined a brotherhood because I was an exceptional imbiber. I was far from a typical frat boy, but the melodic theme of having a heart and soul group of friends to party with was very appealing to an 18 class old me. My mixer life was fairly solid during my 1st three years of college. I had a lot of Friend and was well known around campus.

My older year I was elected chairperson of my frat. I ran on the chopine of governing through maturity date. There were a lot of detrimental things that my brotherhood got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my fraternity to be more biotic community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some people liked my approach, some people saw me as a pin in the mud. I did not worry. It was the vision I had since I saw the degradation my freshman year. Becoming such a polarizing figure in the Greek community garnered me a lot of newfound interest from some of the sorority girls. For three class sorority female child were a cohort that I greatly failed to read. 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 eminent school. I was just getting to the item where I could casually socialise with them toward the end of my high school school vocation. My trouble with the contrary sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a brotherhood would be the magic fix to my women problem, 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 accomplishment were well refined and I was ready to finally break off through. That never happened. When I would watch my friends seal the deal I would take mental notes. Some of the things they would say though ... never in a million twelvemonth would I have the confidence to emulate. So I remained stagnant because I did n't make a shred of game.

By junior year I had lost a fairish amount of system of weights and developed some close friendships with a few girls that dated acquaintance of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed help. Through them I gained assurance that I could discourse in a sexual manner with womanhood ... even if they saw it as drunken raillery. But for me it was invaluable practice. By the end of my junior year I had managed to secure a few escort.

They were n't with the best looking girls but I thought that would work to my advantage. I was hoping for a daughter with lower self esteem than I had. Turns out that young lady that were more shy and awkward than me did n't submit many opportunity for me to `` cash the v card '' as my frat boy friends would say. That 's rightfield ... I was still a virgin by 20 year old. By the end of junior year I had my number one candy kiss. It sucked and I found the young lady to be hideous albeit not bad looking. beggar can be picker I guess.

Everything changed my senior year. I came back to schoolhouse only slightly overweight whereas I was very overweight my first few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer breaking and drastically improved my press. I just moved into our new frat mansion about a quarter stat mi from campus. As president I had the number 1 pick 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 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 liquor, flock of drugs, scads of slutty girlfriend walking around my menage. The side by side first light I was outside chipping golf Lucille Ball 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 Beta miss. She is quite attractive but it was well known that she made her way through our ranks with proportional ease.

`` Holy shit, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite different. '' I could enjoin 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 final stage dark and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's cock. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and innocuous looking girl be so unblushing ? I could n't cogitate of anything to say to that so I put my head teacher down and went back to chipping balls.

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

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm beat, let 's go hang out in your room. '' At this level I had a serious case of butterfly. I 've had girls in my room plentitude of times but they were almost always accompanied by their beau. Leading the way, we walked back up the stairs and down the hall to my room. I immediately put on music and packed a stadium in an attempt to penetrate my mixer awkwardness. Sydney, at this point, has her shoes off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too ahead of time to hear to music. Let 's watch a film. I just wan na slack. '' I took a long puff off the arena and passed it to her. As she took her own sizable drag I cued up one of the American language Pie movies.

I took a seat in a electric chair opposite the bed, measured to chip in Sydney her space. She gave me a kinky look then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw open the cover. September dawning in the deal can bring about an wrong chill, so I was n't surprised when I noticed the careen hard gibbousness from her melt off t-shirt. Either she did n't detect my regard or could care less. At this point I was in uncharted territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a fille that had a preclusion to sleep with any guy that gave her the attending she so desperately desired.

I awkwardly climbed into the bed staying on top of the cover on the very edge of the nance bed. Sydney was under the mantle enjoying the movie as well as the premium kush. I could n't rivet on the moving-picture show. I wanted to move closer and get under the blankets but I was so petrified of the potential results. So I did what I always do, I played the perfect 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 decent morning and was on her way.

For the next several time of day I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a relocation, but at the same time I was convincing myself that this was a strictly platonic clash. Nevertheless I could n't serve but find relieved. If by prospect I did stumble my way into Sydney 's knickers 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 bear 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 consume been capable 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 get been privy to my unavowed. Anyway, better things were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard meretricious medicine coming from the drive. I headed out to investigate the source of the commotion. When I got out of doors I saw two of my roommates Nick and Ryan throwing the football the duration of the driveway. I decided a little refreshment would be a good tension relief so I joined them. After about half an hour snick 's telephone set started ringing. He answered and held a brief conversation. After he tucked away his jail cell phone he took the chunk and fired a optical maser right at me.

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

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a fraternity house for two old age now I was used to multiple sets of girl spending time at our business firm daily. Shannon and Allie are Sigma girls that I 'm not very intimate with. I know they are a family below me but that 's about it. I went inside to freshen up up a bit and grab a 12 pack of beer. By the time I got back alfresco Ryan had taken off for the Night and nick was greeting the two girls. I knew Shannon, she was tacky and a tad obnoxious ... typical sorority fille. She sported a nice tan, with long black hair. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a bitch. I quickly turned my care to her friend. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from last twelvemonth 's spring formal. 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 missy I 've ever laid my eye on. She flashed me a hypnotic smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that staring smile all but melted me I gathered myself to take in her appearance in greater detail. She is n't the sorority case by any means. She wore crocked gym shorts and a baggy tee shirt. She is about 5'6. Not tight fitting but far from overweight. She had retentive shiny John Brown hair's-breadth that went half way down her backrest. While she wore no make-up her face was flawless with a near everlasting skin colour. Her skin was a beautiful tone of cream. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing forgetful of idol. It was firm and troll and did n't evince a hint of sag. This young woman was blessed. The jersey offered no indication of what may be beneath it until a strong wind blew her shirt, decently across her pectus. She had small knocker, probably an A cup. But they stood at tending like the rest of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my script to stir hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stammer, I did n't stutter. Even I could tell that my musical note exuded confidence. Allie grasped my hand. I made sure my grip was firm but not too unwavering. I wanted to hand the impression that I 'm stiff but know when to carry my strength. I could severalise it worked as Allie 's creamy skin color flushed deep red.

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

`` I have to admit it 's nice to gather a progressive guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't lay waste to this chance. `` He 's a closet liberal '' dent 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 coup d'etat of America '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this overt exercise of sarcasm. Right then and there I knew this girl was my counterpart. We made our may over to the picnic mesa where I took a can. She did not sit across from me but rather directly adjacent to me. She was so closing our pegleg were almost touching.

`` How bout a beer ? '' I said hoping to not be the just 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.

`` 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 curious to see where this conversation would take us. This girlfriend is unbelievably aplomb and unbelievably hot. By now my survival inherent aptitude are kicking in and they are begging the question ... what 's the snap ?

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

She first wanted to know my political feeling 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 chair democrat and her being a very openhanded progressive. This led to respective minute of spirited debate and a little playful banter. political sympathies aside, the questions turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about senior high school experiences, our acquaintance, our common lovemaking of sports and creature. We talked about our kinfolk, our animation goals and finally we moved to our swelled commonness ; Hellenic language 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 secret schooltime that she hated.

`` To be reliable, I joined a sorority because I did n't feature many friends at my last school and I thought this was my best slam at the normal college experience. '' All the while I 'm thinking to myself `` how the hell could this girl not make booster. '' As if she was reading my mind 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 stuff and I do n't think I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a weight was lifted off her shoulder revealing this to me. She took another draught of beer and looked to me for my reaction to her revealing. It was my bend to even out red.

`` I think you are skillful looking '' is all I could muster. Telling a adulteress like Sydney she was hot was easy but telling Allie she was pretty was so hard for me. My veneration of rejection was showing itself. Allie did n't say anything, instead she took one more generous draft of beer and laid her head 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 finespun skin. This was the nearest touch I have ever had with a girl and my biologic functions were not letting me draw a blank it. I could sense my erection growing in my gym shortstop. This presented a very awkward possibleness. Fortunately Nick and Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's head word straight up.

`` What 's up passion birds '' Nick hollered as Claude Shannon smacked his arm.

`` Grow up notch '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the cinch table. She glanced at her speech sound presumably to ensure the time. As Shannon and ding 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 know you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the short distance to the car in consummate disbelief. Those were the most stimulating minute 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 slim buzz going on I stripped down to my boxers and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my favorite porn 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 session. I scoured the porno sensation Thomas Nelson Page until I settled on one that stuffy resembled the newest object of my affection. James Whitcomb Riley Reid. She had the Lapplander prospicient brown hair's-breadth, the same fat ass, the same petite teat and very similar facial feature of speech. She did n't represent as sexy as Riley but I thought she was sodding. I watched a telecasting of Riley masturbating with just her fingers. I did n't need to think about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasize about the purity of her physical structure. Thinking about her the full time I was stroking my cock, I came very quickly. well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few hour we spent together. It wasn't lust or sexual. I wanted to have intercourse her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't hold to await long .