Chapter One

My name is Jason. I 'm a 22 year old senior at a nation university located way up in the mountains. My starter year I joined a sodality because I was an exceptional drinker. I was far from a distinctive frat boy, but the thought of having a core group of friends to party with was very appealing to an 18 year old me. My mixer life was fairly strong during my first three years of college. I had a lot of friends and was well known around campus.

My older twelvemonth I was elected prexy of my fraternity. I ran on the platform of governing through maturity. There were a lot of damaging things that my fraternity got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my brotherhood to be more community oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some people liked my approach, some the great unwashed saw me as a joystick in the mud. I did not care. It was the vision I had since I saw the debasement my fledgeling year. Becoming such a polarizing figure in the Greek community garnered me a lot of newfound interestingness from some of the sorority girls. For three class sorority girls were a age group that I greatly failed to empathize. They 're all around lack of disgrace perplexed me and I often found them to be much too forward for me.

Since I can call up interacting with girls was a painful experience. I never had a girlfriend in high gear school. I was just getting to the dot where I could casually socialize with them toward the end of my high school career. My difficultness with the opposite sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a fraternity would be the magic fix to my women problems, but that fix never came.

freshman year came and went and I had no literal vista. When I was sober I was refining my social science with char, when I was wasted, I was making a fool of myself. By soph year my social skills were well refined and I was make to finally pause through. That never happened. When I would watch my friends seal the deal I would adopt 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 sightly amount of weightiness and developed some close friendship with a few girl that dated friend of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed assistance. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a sexual manner with women ... even if they saw it as drunken backchat. But for me it was priceless practice. By the end of my junior yr I had managed to secure a few dates.

They were n't with the best looking girls but I thought that would lick to my reward. I was hoping for a girl with lower ego esteem than I had. Turns out that girls that were more shy and awkward than me did n't stage many opportunities for me to `` cash the v card '' as my frat boy friends would say. That 's justly ... I was still a virgin by 20 class old. By the end of next-to-last twelvemonth I had my first osculation. It sucked and I found the female child to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. beggar can be choosers I guess.

Everything changed my elderly year. I came back to shoal only slightly corpulence whereas I was very adiposis my first few days of college. I got two tattoos over summertime break and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new fraternity house about a quarter mile from campus. As chairperson I had the maiden pick of suite so I got the self-aggrandising 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. lashings of booze, lots of drugs, circumstances of slutty miss walking around my menage. The next morning I was alfresco chipping golf clod in the front yard when I saw a very short, very tan female child coming down the remote stairs.

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

`` holy shit, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite different. '' I could tell she was n't about to jump my ivory but her stare lingered tenacious 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 survive night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's prick. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and impeccant looking fille be so shameless ? I could n't consider of anything to say to that so I put my head down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the quiet `` I do n't have anywhere I need to be, I just kinda work out Paul did n't require me to linger. Wan na hang out ? ``

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

`` Fuck that '' she said. `` I 'm drum, let 's go bent out in your room. '' At this stop I had a serious case of butterfly stroke. I 've had young woman in my room plenty of times but they were almost always accompanied by their boyfriends. Leading the way, we walked back up the stairs and down the Asaph Hall to my room. I immediately put on euphony and packed a bowl in an attempt to pass around my social ineptitude. Sydney, at this point in time, has her horseshoe off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too early on to take heed to medicine. Let 's keep an eye on a flick. I just wan na relax. '' I took a long pull off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own sizeable drag I cued up one of the American Pie movies.

I took a hind end in a chair opposite the bed, thrifty to give Sydney her infinite. She gave me a kinky feel then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw open the blankets. September mornings in the spate can bring about an ill-timed iciness, so I was n't storm when I noticed the rock severely protrusion from her sparse t-shirt. Either she did n't observe my gaze or could manage less. At this point I was in uncharted territory. I never had a girl in my bed let alone a girl 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 blanket on the very edge of the tabby bed. Sydney was under the blankets enjoying the movie as well as the premium kush. I could n't concentre on the motion-picture show. I wanted to be active finisher and get under the blanket but I was so petrified of the potential resolution. So I did what I always do, I played the perfect valet 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 break of the day and was on her way.

For the succeeding respective hour I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a relocation, but at the Lapplander prison term I was convincing myself that this was a strictly Platonic encounter. Nevertheless I could n't aid but feel relieved. If by probability I did trip 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 supporter. 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 receive the answer to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would have been able to order I was a virgin and share that fact with her acquaintance. By the end of the day all of the Greek community would have been privy to my secret. Anyway, better affair were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard brassy music coming from the drive. I headed out to enquire the source of the hoo-ha. When I got outside I saw two of my roommates notch and Ryan throwing the football game the length of the driveway. I decided a little recreation would be a good tenseness relief so I joined them. After about half an hour Nick 's telephone set started ringing. He answered and held a abbreviated conversation. After he tucked away his jail cell headphone he took the formal and fired a optical maser right at me.

`` Let 's end on a skilful note, Claude E. Shannon and Allie are on their way over. They want to hang out ''

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a brotherhood house for two yr now I was used to multiple sets of girls spending time at our mansion daily. Claude 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 pack of beer. By the time I got back out-of-door Ryan had taken off for the Night and Nick was greeting the two girls. I knew Shannon, she was loud and a tad obnoxious ... typical sorority daughter. She sported a gracious tan, with farseeing black hair. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a bitch. I quickly turned my attention to her Quaker. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from final 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 thunderclap, but she was the most beautiful girlfriend I 've ever laid my eyes on. She flashed me a hypnotic smile.

`` Hey, I 'm Allie. '' I was speechless. After that perfect smile all but melted me I gathered myself to take in her show in nifty point. She is n't the sorority type by any means. She wore fast gym shorts and a baggy t-shirt. She is about 5'6. Not skinny but far from overweight. She had long shiny brown hairsbreadth that went half way down her back. While she wore no makeup her look was unflawed with a approach hone complexion. Her skin was a beautiful shade of cream. Not pale but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was zilch short of paragon. It was firm and rhythm and did n't show a clue of sag. This girl was blessed. The tee shirt offered no indicant of what may be beneath it until a hard jazz blew her shirt, right across her thorax. She had small knocker, probably an A cup. But they stood at attention like the eternal sleep of her perfectly portioned body.

I extended my bridge player to judder hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't falter, I did n't stutter. Even I could tell that my feel exuded confidence. Allie grasped my handwriting. I made sure my grip was firm but not too firm. I wanted to dedicate the impression that I 'm strong but know when to channel my strength. 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 admit it 's decent to match a progressive guy on this campus. '' She nervously stammered awaiting my reaction. I knew this was my in and I could n't do in this opportunity. `` He 's a press liberal '' nick 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 Sir Thomas 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 open exercise of caustic remark. aright then and there I knew this missy was my twin. We made our may over to the picnic table where I took a hindquarters. 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 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 point I was very funny 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 catch ?

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

She first wanted to know my political feeling and I was felicitous to share 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 liberal progressive. This led to several minutes of spunky argumentation and a small playful banter. Politics aside, the query turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 min apart. We talked about gamy school experiences, our friends, our mutual erotic love of sports and animals. We talked about our household, our lifetime goal and finally we moved to our biggest commonness ; Hellenic language life.

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

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't suffer many admirer at my live on school and I thought this was my best guesswork at the normal college experience. '' All the while I 'm thinking to myself `` how the blaze could this girl not make booster. '' As if she was reading my intellect she continued `` I do n't exactly have a lot of confidence in myself. I do n't conceive I 'm very likeable. I do n't like the girly daughter stuff and I do n't recall 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 Revelation. It was my number to redden red.

`` I think you are good looking '' is all I could muster up. Telling a slut like Sydney she was hot was well-to-do but telling Allie she was pretty was so difficult 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 head teacher on my shoulder. No run-in were needed. She was so close now that our legs were touching. My bare leg was resting against her smooth frail skin. This was the closest contact I have ever had with a daughter and my biological functions were not letting me forget it. I could experience my hard-on growing in my gym shorts. This presented a very awkward possibility. Fortunately nick and Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's headway straight up.

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

`` Grow up ding '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the breeze board. She glanced at her telephone set presumably to check the time. As Shannon and Nick walked to the car, Allie bent down to where I 'm sitting and rested her helping 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-circuit distance to the car in complete disbelief. Those were the most stimulating hours I 've ever spent with a charwoman.

Resigned to the fact that she was gone, I gathered my beers and headed for my room. With the thin buzz going on I stripped down to my bagger and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my favorite porn situation. Thinking about Allie I slipped my men in my pant and started playing with myself. I was determined to realize this a Marathon dork session. I scoured the porn virtuoso pages until I settled on one that tightlipped resembled the newest object of my warmness. Riley Reid. She had the Lapp long brownness hair's-breadth, the Saami fat ass, the same tiny nipple and very standardized facial characteristic. She did n't deliver as sexy as James Whitcomb Riley but I thought she was utter. I watched a video of Riley masturbating with just her digit. I did n't need to think about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasize about the purity of her torso. Thinking about her the full time I was stroking my cock, I came very quickly. fountainhead after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few minute we spent together. It wasn't lust or sexual. I wanted to make out her in every way. I desperately wanted to see her again. Turns out I would n't have to await long .