Chapter One

My figure is Jason. I 'm a 22 year old senior at a United States Department of State university located way up in the mountains. My freshman year I joined a fraternity because I was an exceeding imbiber. I was far from a typical fraternity boy, but the thought of having a Congress of Racial Equality group of friends to party with was very appealing to an 18 year old me. My social life was fairly strong during my initiative three years of college. I had a lot of Quaker and was well known around campus.

My senior yr I was elected Chief Executive of my fraternity. I ran on the platform of governing through due date. There were a lot of detrimental things that my sodality got into and I wanted to curtail that. I wanted my frat to be more residential district oriented and less degenerate oriented. Some citizenry liked my advance, some people saw me as a stick in the mud. I did not care. It was the sight I had since I saw the degradation my freshman year. Becoming such a polarizing figure in the Greek community of interests garnered me a lot of newfound interest from some of the sorority lady friend. For three years sorority girlfriend were a cohort that I greatly failed to understand. They 're all around lack 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 school day. I was just getting to the item where I could casually socialize with them toward the end of my gamy schooling career. My difficulties with the opposite sex continued when I got to college. I thought for sure joining a fraternity would be the thaumaturgy fix to my charwoman 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 societal skills with woman, 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 keep an eye on my friend seal the deal I would take mental bank note. Some of the affair they would say though ... never in a million class would I have the confidence to emulate. So I remained dead because I did n't give a shred of game.

By junior year I had lost a sightly amount of exercising weight and developed some close friendship with a few girls that dated friends of mine. I think they saw through me and knew I needed help. Through them I gained confidence that I could converse in a sexual personal manner with women ... even if they saw it as boozy banter. But for me it was priceless practice. By the end of my junior year I had managed to secure a few engagement.

They were n't with the unspoilt looking girls but I thought that would lick to my advantage. I was hoping for a daughter with low-pitched self esteem than I had. Turns out that girls that were more shy and awkward than me did n't present many opportunities for me to `` cash the v bill '' as my frat boy acquaintance would say. That 's right ... I was still a Virgin by 20 years old. By the end of junior year I had my number 1 osculation. It sucked and I found the missy to be repulsive albeit not bad looking. mendicant can be choosers I guess.

Everything changed my senior twelvemonth. I came back to schooltime only slightly adiposis whereas I was very overweight my first few years of college. I got two tattoos over summer break and drastically improved my wardrobe. I just moved into our new fraternity house about a quarter mile from campus. As chairman I had the showtime alternative of rooms so I got the bounteous 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 mindset is `` no way can I leave college a Virgo. '' I was determined this was n't going to happen.

move in day came and went. plenty of booze, lots of drugs, lots of slutty missy walking around my house. The adjacent morn I was outside chipping golf orb in the social movement yard when I saw a very short, very tan female child coming down the outside stairs.

`` Hi Sydney '' I hollered. I recognized her as a Beta young lady. She is quite attractive but it was well known that she made her way through our social status with congeneric ease.

`` Holy tinker's dam, Jason, you look ... well, you look quite different. '' I could recount she was n't about to bound my bones but her stare lingered farsighted than I am accustomed.

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

`` I do n't sense very gorgeous, I was so fucked up last-place night and I literally just rolled off of Paul 's cock. '' I cringed. How could this incredibly cute and innocuous looking miss be so shameless ? I could n't retrieve of anything to say to that so I put my principal down and went back to chipping balls.

Sydney broke the secrecy `` I do n't have anywhere I need to be, I just kinda envision Paul the Apostle did n't require me to loiter. Wan na fall out ? ``

`` Sure '' I said, not entirely indisputable what that entailed. `` We can hang in the rec way 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 degree I had a good cause of butterflies. I 've had girl in my room peck of times but they were almost always accompanied by their swain. Leading the way, we walked back up the step and down the hall to my way. I immediately put on music and packed a roll in an endeavor to diffuse my social awkwardness. Sydney, at this level, has her horseshoe off and was sitting on my bed.

'' Hey Jason, it 's too early to listen to music. Let 's watch a movie. I just wan na relax. '' I took a long pull off the bowl and passed it to her. As she took her own sizable pull I cued up one of the American Pie movies.

I took a keister in a chair opposite the bed, careful to grant Sydney her blank space. She gave me a quirky feeling then motioned to the bed. She pulled her sweatshirt off and threw subject the blankets. Sep mornings in the mountains can produce an unseasonable shivering, so I was n't surprise when I noticed the rock'n'roll severely swelling from her slender tee shirt. Either she did n't notice my gaze or could care less. At this point I was in uncharted soil. I never had a fille in my bed let alone a missy that had a preclusion to kip with any guy that gave her the tending 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 blanket enjoying the movie as well as the premium kush. I could n't concentrate on the movie. I wanted to travel closer and get under the blankets but I was so petrified of the potency solution. So I did what I always do, I played the perfective 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 sunup and was on her way.

For the next several minute I analyzed the encounter over and over and over. I was upset at myself for not making a move, but at the same clock time I was convincing myself that this was a strictly platonic coming upon. Nevertheless I could n't help but find relieved. If by luck 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 assume I do n't get laid a lot, or they just go along with it ... I do n't have the response to that. Had I had sex with Sydney she surely would have been able to tell I was a virgin and portion that fact with her champion. By the end of the day all of the Greek residential district would give been privy to my secret. Anyway, bettor things were on the horizon.

About 4:00 I heard loud medicine coming from the private road. I headed out to investigate the beginning of the hoo-ha. When I got extraneous I saw two of my roommates notch and Ryan throwing the football the duration of the driveway. I decided a footling recreation would be a just stress alleviation so I joined them. After about half an hour nick 's phone started ringing. He answered and held a abbreviated conversation. After he tucked away his cell speech sound he took the ball and fired a laser right at me.

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

`` Ok '' I said. Having lived in a frat star sign for two class now I was used to multiple sets of miss spending clock time at our sign daily. Shannon and Allie are Sigma fille that I 'm not very comrade 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 mob of beer. By the metre I got back external Ryan had taken off for the night and dent was greeting the two girls. I knew Claude Shannon, she was loudly and a tad obnoxious ... typical sorority girl. She sported a dainty tan, with long black fuzz. She was absolutely beautiful but truth be told, she was a cunt. I quickly turned my tending to her friend. I recognized her. I vaguely remember her from conclusion year 's give formal. She went with a friend of mine. She was n't a 10, she was n't a sens show, she was n't a thunderbolt, but she was the most beautiful girl I 've ever laid my eye 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 appearance in groovy point. She is n't the sorority type by any means. She wore tight gym shorts and a baggy jersey. She is about 5'6. Not skinny but far from overweight. She had long shiny brown pilus that went half way down her back. While she wore no make-up her face was flawless with a near perfect skin colour. Her skin was a beautiful tad of cream. Not wan but far from tan. The gym shorts she was wearing strained by an ass that was nothing shortsighted of perfection. It was firm and round and did n't show a hint of sag. This girl was blessed. The T-shirt offered no indicant of what may be beneath it until a inviolable wind blew her shirt, decent across her pectus. She had humble 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 hers.

`` Hi, I 'm Jason. '' I did n't stammer, I did n't stutter. Even I could tell that my feeling exuded trust. Allie grasped my hand. I made sure my grip was firm but not too firm. I wanted to give the impression that I 'm unassailable but know when to transmit my strength. I could distinguish 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 center illumine up.

`` I have to admit it 's nice to contact 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 cupboard liberalist '' ding 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 early smiling knowing they would be more than a minute.

`` Enjoy ... Jason and I will be out here discussing the socialistic coup d'etat of America '' Allie chirped. I almost spewed out my beer at this overt exercise of irony. right wing then and there I knew this girl was my counterpart. We made our may over to the picnic table where I took a prat. She did not sit across from me but rather directly following 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 joy. 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 salute like that '' Allie replied, cracking another beer. I chugged my beer and cracked another beer. At this compass point I was very curious to see where this conversation would take us. This fille is unbelievably poise 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 beers, not wanting to block conversation. Conversation with Allie was easy. It was n't forced. It had a runniness and a function that so many of my conversations with the opposite word sex lacked.

She first wanted to eff my political feeling 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 liberal progressive. This led to several minutes of gamy debate and a little playful banter. Politics aside, the inquiry turned to a more personal nature. Turns out we are from towns only about 45 minutes apart. We talked about luxuriously school experiences, our friends, our mutual love of sports and animals. We talked about our family, our life goal and finally we moved to our self-aggrandizing commonality ; Greek life.

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

`` To be honest, I joined a sorority because I did n't have many friends at my finis shoal and I thought this was my practiced guesswork at the formula college experience. '' All the while I 'm thinking to myself `` how the inferno could this girl not defecate friend. '' As if she was reading my mind she continued `` I do n't exactly let a lot of sureness in myself. I do n't think I 'm very likable. I do n't care the girly girl stuff and I do n't guess I 'm very pretty. '' She finished abruptly as if a free weight was lifted off her shoulders revealing this to me. She took another draft of beer and looked to me for my reaction to her revelation. It was my turn to flush red.

`` I think you are goodness looking '' is all I could summon. Telling a loose woman 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 caput on my shoulder. No word were needed. She was so close now that our legs were touching. My bare leg was resting against her polish ticklish cutis. This was the closest contact I have ever had with a girl and my biologic mathematical function were not letting me bury it. I could feel my hard-on growing in my gym shorts. This presented a very inept hypothesis. Fortunately Nick and Shannon came barreling down the stairs and jolted Allie 's question straight up.

`` What 's up beloved chick '' ding hollered as Shannon smacked his arm.

`` Grow up Nick '' Allie snapped as she quickly rose from the picnic table. She glanced at her phone presumably to check the prison term. As Claude 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 know you Jason, I 'll see you around. '' And with that she was off. I watched her walk the suddenly aloofness to the car in complete mental rejection. Those were the most shake up hours I 've ever spent with a woman.

Resigned to the fact that she was gone, I gathered my beers and headed for my elbow room. With the slightest buzz going on I stripped down to my shorts and got in bed. I pulled out my laptop and went to my favored porn website. Thinking about Allie I slipped my hands in my pants and started playing with myself. I was determined to make this a marathon jerk academic session. I scoured the porn whiz pages until I settled on one that faithful resembled the unexampled object of my heart. Riley Thomas Reid. She had the like recollective brown whisker, the same fat ass, the Same tiny tits and very exchangeable seventh cranial nerve feature article. She did n't present as aphrodisiacal 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 think about Allie having sex, I just wanted to fantasy about the sinlessness of her body. Thinking about her the entire meter I was stroking my cock, I came very quickly. well after I finished masturbating, I found myself dwelling on the few hours 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 have to hold off long .