0 comments/ 15379 views/ 4 favorites A College Education Ch. 01 By: bumpin_uglies When I was in college I had many friends, but the ones I always hung out with I actually went to high school with. I never got into the Greek life, and neither did my friends, so every weekend we did our own thing. Every Monday we would hear about some frat guys talking about how hammered they got, threw up, and don't really remember much after that. It was always the same thing. My friends and I, on the other hand, we try to vary our activities. I mean, we drank, even before we were 21, it was after all college, but we would do other things as well. And then, when we were all legally able to drink we would hit up the bars. One of my buddies was the last to turn 21 a week before spring break, so for spring break we all went to Las Vegas, but that's a whole other story. The story I'm going to tell you about took place a few months before Vegas; in fact it was our first weekend back from Christmas break. Actually, that weekend won't really make too much sense, come to think of it, kind of like one of those incidents that people talk about that are hilarious, except to anyone that wasn't there they just kind of stare at you, maybe put on an awkward smile as you turn to them and say, "you had to be there." Instead, let me tell you about the weekend that basically leads up to all the others, including Vegas and the one my friends and I have dubbed 'bonding'. But before I tell you about that weekend, let me first tell you about my friends. There were six of us, including me. The most outgoing of us was John. John was also our tallest. In high school he played basketball and was pretty well fit. He usually kept his dark brown hair fairly short but when he got to college he refused to get a haircut so now he looked like Colin Farrell in Miami Vice. He wasn't overly tall, he was about 6'2" which is why he was probably the backup center, that and the fact he usually skipped out on practice. The oldest in the group was Jason, whom we called Jay, as if Jason was too long to say, which ironic because we also had an Alex, who we didn't call Al for short, we called him Alexander. But Jay was the spitting image of Matthew Fox, who played Jack on LOST. As ironic it would have been for him to not like LOST, instead he was kind of an insane genius and never really watched TV at all. At one point, non us believed he didn't watch TV because right around the end of season three of LOST Jay started to grow out a beard and looked just like the 'flash forward' Jack ( for those who have never seen Lost, Jack ends up growing this Grisly Adams style beard, and he ends up looking kind of crazy). Why Jay grew out a beard we never knew, but he did, kept it for a couple months, then one day shaved it off, never giving a reason. I suppose you don't need a reason, but with Jay you couldn't even get him to talk about it. Not that he was a difficult person, or that he had no social skills, in fact he was quite the opposite. In high school all the teachers thought he was the quite type that the kids would pick on and then later shoot up the school. In reality all the kids talked to him because he ran an underground network and was the most popular kid. The underground network he ran was really quite interesting. When he was young he moved around a lot, as a result of his father's job, until he was about ten when his father one the lottery and suddenly came into a couple million. His father worked at some chain store and was a supplier, but once he got the money he bought a car dealership and began to earn similar income when he was a regional manager, but now he was able to stay put. However, as a result his parents held him back from entering school when he was young because his father told his relocation would only be temporary, and they thought it would be best for Jay to introduce him into a school and keep him there. Little did they know they would be moving again, and again. Finally, they had no choice but to enter him into school, regardless of how much they would be moving. Fortunately Jay turned out to be a complete genius with a 200+ IQ. Anyway, the point was that he was already 18 when he was junior in high school. Funny thing is that he could have graduated early because of how smart he was and been with people his own age, but he instead chose to take a lessened school schedule so he could stay with his friends. As a result he had a lot of free time and when you give a genius a lot of free time he does some crazy things. First thing he did when he turned 18 was start his own software company. He made a few cheap computer games he sold online, a few programs for teachers at school, and then one day decided to hack Windows. When he cracked it he told Microsoft of it and told them how to fix it. They in turn bought his company, and paid for his "services" (basically told him to not tell anyone and when the new Windows came out, if he would try again and they would pay him. Sure enough, within two weeks of Vista's launch he broke the code and Microsoft once again improved where he was able to get into the code). He made a little over a million dollars without is parents even noticing. He then started his own real estate business, began rolling in some serious cash, bought his own house, his own Aston Martin, the works. Truth be told, he had no business being in college. Not only was he smarter than most professors, he also already had several businesses and was well off. With his own house in high school he started making large amounts of moonshine, real high quality stuff, too, which in turn he sold to other kids at school. Naturally, when he got to college he bought his own house off campus and took with him all his equipment to produce his signature quadruple distilled vodka. If the cops ever found out he would have gone away for a long time. Despite his ability to make his own alcohol, when he turned 21 he was our ticket for booze, as he turned 21 at the end of our freshman year. I suppose it gave him a thrill to break the law. Then there was Alexander. He was an interesting fellow. He was the smallest one of us, barely stood 5'6" and looked a little like Seth Green. He was probably also the funniest. What he said wasn't hilarious, but he was always so straight faced and his humor was so dark and sarcastic. He rarely cracks a smile at his own stuff, but would laugh at the slightest bit of humor from someone else. He also had one of the quickest wits around and could probably prove to you that you in reality didn't exist. He was dangerous that way, in which he could get anyone to do anything without them really knowing; he actually talked a professor into giving him an A on a paper he plagiarized after the teacher threatened to get him expelled, now that takes balls. It's no wonder he was majoring in political science. There was also Sean White, which is funny because while he shares a name, sort of, with a famous person he actually didn't look like anyone famous, but he did snowboard. He was average in every way you can be average. He was about 5'9", average build, average in school, average looks, had medium length brown hair and brown eyes, wasn't too funny, wasn't boring, and didn't have too many friends. One thing he was, though, was a good friend. He would also help you if he could and was always there if you needed him. Which is why, as average as he was, why he probably was the only one to have a stable, long standing relationship, and on top of it was with arguably one of the prettiest girls I had ever seen. He was the only one to not have gone to high school with us and we met him because he was roommates with Alex. His girlfriend didn't go to college with us because she had a full scholarship to play golf down in Florida. She said that she'd like to go pro once she graduated but until then she wanted to get a proper education. Lastly, there was the center focus of the story, Ashley. Throughout high school we were a group of four good friends. Then one day sophomore year, John decided to get a girlfriend, Jessica, who just happened to be Ashley's best friend. So, naturally because John and Jessica were always together, Ashley tagged alone. Then, Jessica dumped John for the starting QB, at the same time alienating Ashley. Jessica and Ashley had their own group of friends, but they all turned on Ashley once Jessica started dating the QB because she spent so much time with us. Ashley was a really cute girl. Actually, cute doesn't suite her; hot is better. She was drop dead gorgeous. Problem is she had become one of us, one of the guys. We never realized what kind of body she had until college. Throughout high school she always wore loose, baggy hoodies and cargo pants, especially after Jessica alienated her. She was cool; she really was just like one of the guys. We weren't rebellious but we never went to any of the school dances, so we never saw her in a dress. We did plan to go to prom, but it was cancelled after half the football team and cheerleaders had gotten arrested at a party for drinking none other than Jay's moonshine (surprising was not one of the 80 or so kids so much as came close to ratting out Jay). Instead of going to the dances we did other things, like instead of home coming in the fall we would play paint ball. In the place of the winter turnabout we went skiing for five days out west in Utah. And in the spring we would plan a trip into Chicago. It was great, and every time Ashley not only joined us, but was eager to do the activities with us. Ashley also wore little makeup, which also played down her looks, but looking back, even without makeup she looked great. When we got to college she continued to dress the same way. We never questioned why she never dated, and it never occurred to us to date her, I mean, after all, back then it would have been the same as me dating Alex of John... well, maybe not quite the same, but you get the point. However, over the summer after freshman year she decided to take some extra classes so she could be a teaching assistant as a sophomore. I had moved in with Jay at his place and the rest of the guys got their own apartment, while Ashley had to stay on campus as she had a scholarship which covered her housing so she decided to make the best of it by being a resident hall assistant and was in charge of a whole dorm floor. She basically had a one bedroom condo, it was the nicest dorm I had ever seen, complete with a living room, small kitchen and breakfast area, and a rather large bedroom area; it was more like a hotel suite than a college dorm room. The first day we were all down there, a few days before school started, we went out for dinner. Each respective housing unit took their own car and we met at an Outback Steakhouse for dinner. Ashley said she had a meeting with the other RA's so she would be a little late. The guys still met as planned and we just had a few drinks and a bloomin' onion while we waited. A half hour later, Ashley joined us. At first we didn't recognize her. Over the summer she must have gotten a subscription to Cosmo or something because she went from one of the guys to a hot chick ripped straight from every straight man's (maybe even a few girls') fantasy. Dinner started a little awkward. Not that any of us had a problem talking to girls, but Ashley was as if a complete stranger was sitting with us. After about twenty minutes we fell back into our old selves and we were back to our regular banter, but I couldn't keep my eyes off Ashley. Whether or not the other guys were staring at her as well, I wouldn't know because I literally never kept my eyes of her. To make things worse she sat directly across from me, and I swore she kept looking at me too. At one point I thought she was even trying to rub her feet on my leg under the table. At the end of dinner we stood up and we were going back to Jay's place. It was then I saw what she was wearing fully as when she arrive I had my back to the door and only briefly saw her before she sat opposite of me at the booth. She wore 'paint on' blue jeans, tight, form fitting pink t-shirt that complimented her beautiful figure. For the first time I noticed her breasts. Not only did she have breasts, but they were beautiful, large tits, at least Cs which looked great on her fit frame. She had a tight body, and she stood at 5'4". God, she was a sight to behold. She wore more makeup than I had seen her before which gave her a girly, rosy cheeks, sexy, glistening pink lips, and deep, dark, lustful eyes, and her hair was pulled back into a pony tail with bangs coming down across the left side of her face. She gave us each a hug, "it is so good to see you all again. So, we're all going back to Jay's? Jay, lead on." Even her voice had a more feminine pep to it. When she gave me a hug I got a whiff of her perfume and I nearly passed out. Not only was this girl one of my best friends, but she also looked unbelievable, and now I could smell her perfect feminine beauty as she hugged me. When we got back to Jay's place we sat in the family room, cracked open a couple beers and began talking about the old times. I knew Sean felt kind of out of place, clearly, as he wasn't there with us back in high school, but like a good friend he sat there he smiled, and laughed at the appropriate times, got angry when we did, he was good guy. Jay, Ashley and I were the only ones old enough to legally drink so we had already had a few beers at the restaurant. Ashley was going to spend the night at Jay's, in one of his guest rooms, but Alex had to drive the other guys back to their apartment, so he couldn't drink with us. Part of why I moved in with Jay, we were both of drinking age and we knew we'd be hitting the bars up together while the others couldn't. It wasn't all bad though, because the guys lived in an apartment complex that was literally across the road from Jay's subdivision, problem was it was a fairly busy state route. So even if they walked, someone had to stay sober to be the leader as they crossed across four lanes of 60 mph traffic. Jay's family room was not your typical college kid's social area. Then again, neither was Jay's house, which was in a neighborhood populated mainly by university professors. It was a five bedroom, six baths, four car garage (which contained a classic Mustang, a new Aston Martin DBS, a Ford GT, and my 1968 Ford Bronco, which we usually drove to campus, go figure). His house backed up to a large pound, and was situated on a wooded four and a half acre lot, with an in ground pool. He built the house himself when he was a senior in high school, knowing this was the college he and his friends, were going to. The professors liked him because of how quiet he was. And t the casual observer he was a good neighbor and not your typical college kid. He kept his lawn neat; in fact he hired a service that took care of his lawn twice a week. He had company over, but the neighbors never suspected it was parties. Another reason all his neighbors like him was because they actually didn't know he was a college kid. They all assumed he was just a local, wealthy business man. In fact, Jay had sold several of the professors their homes. He even built one of the other homes in the neighborhood that was fairly similar to his own, that he had just completed over the summer that he sold to his business professor for $1.4 million (his professor had no idea he was in his class the semester before). Jay's house had one secret very few people knew of: his basement was double cinder block wall insulated. That meant anything short of an atomic bomb going off in his basement no one on the first floor could hear what was going on, let alone anyone outside the house. A section of the basement was walkout to get to the pool (that also acted as the party entrance door), and in order to get to it you had to go through a room that acted like an airlock, that basically had a bank vault door that lead into the house and another to the outside, just to prevent the noise from getting out. Hit basement was ridiculous. It had your typical utility area which housed the furnaces and water heaters and the likes, but the rest was pure recreation. It had 12 foot ceilings that were painted black along with the walls. His basement was divided into sections. One section was the bar, which would rival that of a LA night club. In the same open room as the bar was the dance floor and stage (just in case he wanted to play DJ). In a separate room were two pool tables, a ping pong table, and two beer pong tables. And lastly was the bathroom. He calls it a single bathroom, but in reality it was more like a public restroom; it had both a men's and women's room, each with two sinks and two stalls. The whole basement had dark, near black carpet that was heavily, heavily padded, "just in case someone got too drunk," he said once. It also has close to a thousand gallons of Scotch guard, as well, I'm sure, you know, "just in case someone got too drunk". His house was truly a fantasy, an 'everyman's' fantasy. A true bachelor pad. Needless to say he was quite popular at college. Jay would want to go out to the bars to hang out a lot, and typically each time we did we would end up back at his place a few hours later with a hundred of his 'closest strangers'. It was great though. That bar has seen a lot of topless crazy college girls, and he is already on his third set of pool tables. Not because of people spilling shit on them, or anything, but because of the people having sex on them (he donates the 'used' pool tables to the University's Union Recreation Center, love stains and all). But I digress, back to our first night of our sophomore year. So as I was saying, we were sitting in Jay's family room. Jay sat in his recliner, Alex, John and Sean shared the couch, and Ashley and I shared the undersized love seat. Because we had to sit so close on the small couch, Jay joked that we were a couple, and for a moment I wish we were. As the night dragged on and we all enjoyed the effects of alcohol, minus Alex that is, we all loosened up considerably. Around 2 am, Alex suggested they head back to their place. Not because he wasn't having a good time, but because Sean was a light weight and had already essentially passed out. John was starting to get loopy and was drunk dialing many girls he knew, even at one point calling Ashley, which made for good insult fodder for years to come. Ashley had turned so that her back was resting against the armrest and her legs were across my lap. All the while Jay was reclined in his chair, acting almost as sober as ever, despite having nearly 15 beers that evening, however, I knew he was drunker than he lead on because when the guys left he didn't want to get up and said bye to everyone from their seat. Not that I was any different, so the three guys said bye to use and showed themselves out. "You know, you guys can move to the couch now. You don't have to stay on that loveseat anymore," said Jay, not slurring a single word. Ashley made a pouty face and said, "I know, but I'm so comfy here." As she did she also leaned in and gave me a hug, and a hard on to boot. I had stopped drinking around 1:30ish and was starting to sober up. At least I was sober enough to get an erection. But then I felt bad that I wasn't getting an erection because of one of my good friends. She had sat liked this many times before, especially when we used to hang out in my parents basement which had a very similar setup to Jay's family room, and I had never gotten an erection. I knew things had changed between us, but at that point I wasn't sure if it was for the better or for worse. But ever more than that, I didn't know how she would react. However, she began to shift and I knew she could feel it pulsing against her leg. She never said anything but I still knew. We stayed up and talked for a while longer. Before I knew it we got onto the topic of relationships. We began talking about sex and stuff. It was then that I learned that Ashley was a virgin, and was actually part of why she stopped hanging out with Jessica. It wasn't because she hopped one of us would do her, but because Jessica and her friends made fun of her for being too tomboyish, even going as far as to call her a lesbian. A College Education Ch. 01 She said she never really cared to have a boyfriend in high school because she had us and we were great friends, sex or not. That and no guy ever asked her out because of the way she dressed, which was fine by her. But by the end of freshman year at college she had had enough, she said. So right after we left and her summer school started she changed her image. Still, not many guys paid attention to her, but she had chalked it up to the fact that there were very few guys around during summer school, and the few she had classes with were gay. One gay even confesses to her later that if she didn't have a boy friend that he would have asked her out. She was too embarrassed to correct him by saying that she had never had a boyfriend. Jay in his drunken state began telling stories of all the chicks he's been with. All of them, sadly enough, were true. As odd as I thought Jay was, truth was he was a lady's man. He was always with girls. He had good looks, and his money and flashy cars definitely helped, not that he needed it though. He could have gotten by with his smooth talk alone, then add in his looks and the money aspect just becomes gravy on top. And all of them good looking. He was a true playboy. But his lifestyle was his own, and not one that I'm particularly envious of. While Jay talked aloud, sharing his stories of his many achievements with himself in an incoherent banter that only he himself could decipher Ashley and I had our own conversation. "You know, I really respect that you're still a virgin," I told Ashley, truthfully. Ashley just stared at me as if I were just whispering sweet lies to get into her pants. I felt hurt so I laid some truth of my own on her. "You know, I'm actually a virgin still, too." "Now I know you're lying." "No, I'm serious Ash." "Oh, really? I remember one time Nicole told the girls in the locker room about sucking you off." "OK, well... yeah, that is true, Nicole did suck my dick, as did Kate, and..." I stopped myself. "And?" "Nothing," I mumbled. "No, you were going to say someone else. Who?" "Well, Jessica." "Get out, she did? She sucked your dick? Was she good?" "Well, she wasn't the best, but truth be told there isn't really a 'bad' blowjob." She giggled, "did she swallow?" "Actually, I shot it all over her face, against her request. She wanted me to warn her so she could catch it in a tissue. And I was like, fuck that, so I just pulled out and went all Jackson Pollack on her face." She laughed loudly, "that's fantastic. But see, you're not a virgin." "That doesn't count, it's only oral. I've never been inside a girl, so in my book, I'm a virgin." "Well, in that case, I must be a super virgin or something because I haven't even so much as touched a cock." "Really? Not even a hand job?" "Not even a hand job. Besides, I told you I didn't go out with any guys. I always hung out with you guys, and I also thought of you guys sort of like brothers. And let me tell you, you don't give your brother a hand job." Those words hurt. She had basically told me that she had no desire to ever be with any of us, including me. Ashley then got up and got a bottle of Jay's moonshine and poured four shot glasses. "Four?" I asked. "Two for me, two for you. We can refill as we go." "As we go?" "I thought we could play 'Never Ever Have I Ever'", she smiled. "Ah, the classic. But what about Jay?" I looked over and he had fallen asleep in his recliner. "Alright, I'm in," we used to play this back in high school. If you don't know what it is, it's kind of like a more adult version of 'Truth or Dare', if you will. Usually you play with more people, but the way it works is that you go around and each person starts a saying with "Never ever have I ever," and then something like "kissed a girl". For everyone that the statement is false, meaning you have kissed a girl, you take a shot. It's a great way to find stuff out about people, and an excuse, as if you need one, to get wasted. We played a couple rounds, each of us only taking a couple of shots. Then I started to get a little more sexual as my drunkenness returned. "Never ever have I ever kissed a girl," and I took a shot. To my surprise so did Ashley. My expression must have given away my shock, because Ashley justified herself, "with Jessica. Start of freshman year, at a sleep over, she suggested we practice making out so we don't seem so inexperienced when we meet a guy." We both laughed. Then she shocked me, "never ever have I ever had a crush on someone in our group." First she just stared into my eyes with enquiry. I was trying to figure her out but I couldn't get what she thought. She wasn't taking a shot so I was skeptical. But, in true spirit of the game, I took a deep breath and took a shot. She grinned and then too took her shot. However, before either of us could find out more, our attention shifted to the rustling in Jay's chair. He was twitching and then suddenly he sat up wide eyed. "Fuck, I fell asleep didn't I?" he asked. "You did indeed, there, chief," I replied. "Huh," he said and then just stared blankly at us. "So wait, you were taking shots and didn't wake me?" "Well, actually we were playing 'Never Ever Have I Ever'," said Ashley. "What a fucking stupid game," replied Jay, "fuck that, I'm going to bed." "Yeah, I think I'll join you," I said. "Like hell you are, I ain't gay, no way in hell you're getting in my bed," snapped Jay. "I didn't mean that way..." "Like hell you better not have. Put your ass to the curb else wise," he said. All three of us enjoyed a laugh while heading up stairs to our respective bedrooms. Jay and my bedrooms were fairly close, while Jay had offered the farthest bedroom for Ashley. Even though Jay's master bedroom literally took up a third of the second story, all the room's were decent sized and had their own baths. A balcony the overlooked the entry foyer and the family room separated Jason and my bedrooms; way down at the other end of the hall, separated by Jay's distillery room, library, and two bedrooms, was Ashley's bedroom, which was actually the guest suite, and was actually quite similar in terms of amenities and layout to her dorm suite, only Jay's guest suite was a little larger, mostly in the bathroom space though. After I got undressed down to my sleep wear, my boxers, I crawled into bed and just stared at the darkness that filled the vaulted ceilings in my room. Shortly after, however, there was a faint knock on my door. At first I didn't notice it but then it grew a little louder. I got up and answered it. What I saw next I could not have prepared myself for. Already today I had seen Ashley as never before, a full fledge beautiful girl, and now she was standing before me in nothing but matching pink silk and lace, bra and panties. I was jaw dropped. It was too much to handle. I was already falling for her as I began to see her in new light, but now I was past gone and had at the least a full blown crush on her, one of my best friends. "Hey, Kevin, the air conditioning blows straight onto my bed and I don't have anything to sleep in but this," she said as she shivered, before crossing her arms. I just took in her feminine perfection. "Do you have a t-shirt or something I could sleep in?" At first I just froze. I'm sure I had a hard on, or at least the start of one, but I didn't care. Then it registered what she said in my mind. I turned as I responded, "oh, sure. Here you go." I said as I handed her one of my sleeping shirts from my dresser. She took it and put it on immediately. "Thanks a lot, Kev. See you in the morning." "Good night, Ash," I called after her as she walked off into the darkness down the hall. As I crawled back into bed the night's events flashed in my mind and certain events began to fall into place like puzzle pieces. The signs were all there and I missed them, well, most of them, at least the ones that mattered. I had passed up Ashley offering herself to me. I kept replaying in my mind the key events: us staring at each other at dinner, sharing the couch in the family room, her randomly wanting to play the drinking game, asking that last question, coming to me in her underwear... She wanted to at least sleep in the same bed with me, maybe not for sex but for comfort. How stupid was I? Then it hit me harder, she had this planned. She had planned to stay over, which means she picked out the underwear on purpose, and it wasn't particularly cool in the house and I'm pretty sure her bed didn't have any vents directed to it. Man, what a dumb ass... It was too late now, I couldn't just go down the hall and crawl into her bed, not now, not after essentially turning her down. 'I just hope she doesn't feel dejected now,' I thought. Then I thought about her crying as she lay in her big bed, alone. Then I thought about her perfect body, her flat stomach, her tits pushed tightly together by her cute bra, her perfect ass walking away, her perfect, tan legs. Before I knew it I was hard again. My hand found its way between my legs and I rubbed one out thinking about my hot friend. It still seemed odd. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() The next morning I woke up late, almost noon. I went through my normal morning routine. As I got out of the shower, however, Jay was in my room, sitting on my bed, watching TV. Luckily I had my towel wrapped around me. "What are you doing in here?" I asked. "I want to talk to you." "Sure, makes sense, come into my room while I'm the shower, nothing wrong with that." "Yeah, sorry about that. Listen, I think we have a problem." I thought Jay was going to throw me out of the house right after I had moved in and before school started, but I was wrong, at least partially. "It's about Ashley." "I know what you mean." I replied. "When did she get so hot, man?" "Yeah, I know what you mean. Hey, I thought you didn't watch TV?" "Just started. I mean, what kind of idiot has as many high def plasmas in house and only watches DVDs. So, yeah, I watch TV now. And don't start with the Jack Shephard shit." I laughed, "I take it you saw Lost?" "I did, good show, and he does kind of like me. But that's not the point, I was talking about Ashley." "Right. Yeah, so when did that happen?" "I really don't know. To be honest, not quite sure she's even the same person," said Jay. "I know what you mean. I mean, damn, she's gorgeous." "I jerked off to her last night," admitted Jay. "OK, I didn't need to know that." "You did too, didn't you?" "I... let's not go over this." "You did, I know it. It's nothing to be ashamed of. Who cares if she's our best friend, I'd fuck her." "Come on, dude. We've known her for like six years, don't start with this, don't make it weird." "I won't, I'm just saying. Anyway, I'll get breakfast going and let you get dressed." "Thanks," I said as he closed my bedroom door behind him. I could have told him about how we had been flirting the night before or that she showed up at my door in her underwear, but I didn't want things to get weird between Jay and I, let alone all three of us. I kept my mouth shut, as did Ashley, throughout breakfast. ()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()()() As school started and the weeks went on the six of us hung out regularly. Things between Ashley and I didn't change. I began thinking that I had looked into that evening too much. I was kind of upset but at the same time still happy that we still got to see each other regularly. Then one weekend a perfect storm culminated. Alex and John were going back home for whatever reason, I wasn't really paying attention to what they said. Sean was going down to Florida to be with his girl for their third anniversary. Once again, it was Friday night and it was just Jay, Ashley and I sitting in Jay's family room, watching a movie. No one was really in the mood to drink. At around 11pm or so the movie ended and Jay got a phone call. Jay left the room as he talked on his cell. Ashley and I chatted idly about how our school week had been, then she started telling me some stories about her being the RA, including busting eight girls drinking in a single dorm. Shocking enough that they were actually caught, more interesting was the fact that eight girls actually fit into those tiny dorm rooms. Jay finally came back after his phone call. "Well, that was Kristen..." "Kristen?" I interrupted. "Yeah, she's this girl I met in one of my classes. Anyway, she invited me over to her apartment, seems her roommate went back home for the weekend, too, and is feeling a bit lonely. So, I'm going to spend the night over at her place, and..." "And?" Ashley asked. "And I'm taking her out to dinner tomorrow night. I'm sorry to leave you guys alone for the weekend." "That's alright", said Ashley, "we'll find something to do, I'm sure." "Yeah, we'll be alright. But hey, I have some questions: why didn't you invite her over tonight and why are you going over to her apartment rather than bringing her back to you huge house?" "Yeah, good point, Kev. What's up with that, Jason?" "Well, her friend kind of left sudden, seems her brother is in the hospital or something, and Kristen doesn't have her own car." "So, bring her back here then," I suggested. "That's alright; I'll have her over some other time. Well, I'm off then," Jay said, heading toward the garage. We followed him out. "What car you taking?" I had to ask. "I'm thinking the GT." "In a hurry to get to her?" laughed Ashley. "Yeah, something like that," little did we know that she actually lived in the same apartment complex as our buddies, and she very well could have walked over here. He just wanted to get away. "So, what are we suppose to do now?" asked Ashley as we waved to Jay leaving. My mind flashed to grabbing her and kissing her all Hollywood style, bending her over and everything. But I came to in time to see Ashley smiling at me. "What are you smiling at," I asked, smiling back, knowing I had been caught in daydream. "You. What were you thinking about just know?" "Oh, you know, a great many things, namely life, our purpose here, whether to get Taco Bell or McDonalds," I joked. "You ass," she said, jokingly hitting my arm. "Seriously though," she continued, "what should we do?" We ended up doing what any two single horny college co-eds would do when left alone together in a party house; we went for a drive in my Bronco. At first we thought about following Jay but then we said screw it, it's not like we would have seen anything, we joked. Instead we took a drive out to the corn fields, and just pulled over to the side of some rural, gravel road. I grabbed a blanket out of the truck, which was conveniently left there from the summer when I went with my family to watch some Fourth of July fireworks. Not that I don't clean my truck regularly. Truth is my truck looked like it rolled off the showroom floor. But the blanket was shoved under the back seat and there it stayed. Sure I saw it there, but it was out of the way and I thought maybe one day it might come in handy, turns out I was right. So there we were, gazing up at the stars, listening to the breeze blow through the corn. While not as romantic as hearing wave crashing on a tropical beach, it does deliver a sort of serene romance. Ashley sat up and turned to me, "you remember before school started and we all went out for dinner and then I stayed over at Jay's?" I had a bad feeling about where this conversation was heading. I sat up, "yeah, what about it?" "I was late that evening because of a meeting, right?" Now I wasn't sure where this was going, "yeah, I think so, why?" "Nothing, it's just I got into an argument with another RA from the boy's wing accusing me that I wasn't there." "Were you?" "Yes, that's why I was late to dinner." "I didn't know, thought maybe you skipped." "No, I was there. I just think the guy is an ass and that was his excuse to start talking to me." "Dick move on his part." "I know, right," Ashley said with a little glee in her voice. "But there was something else about that night." I had dodged the bullet once but I had a feeling this one was aimed at my head, point blank, "what's on your mind?" How lame, I was so nervous that 'what's on your mind' was all I could have said? It didn't matter; I was being set up, regardless of what I said. "You remember we were playing 'Never Ever'?" "Yeah, I remember. Just as we started sobering up we decided to get shit faced again." "Right," she laughed awkwardly, "well, I have a confession to make about that. The reason why... oh God, I don't know how to say this..." I knew what she was getting at. I tried to speak up to tell her how I felt but my mouth had gone as dry as the desert and my tongue rusted stiff. "Well," she continued, "the reason I wanted to get tipsy was because I had something to tell you, and I was too nervous to tell you sober. The game seemed like a good excuse, and, and, I'm sorry, Kevin. I should have told you about this earlier, some other time, not now, I'm sorry." "No, don't be. I," in mid-sentence my mouth went dry and I instinctively swallowed hard because I was so nervous. "I have something to tell, or ask, you and now is as good a time as any. That night, were you flirting with me?" I asked, my voice squeaking for the first time in probably five years. "That's what I have been trying to tell you. Yes, I was, because, well, because I think I like you," said Ashley who was just as nervous as I was, I could tell. "No, I understand that," I said, "I mean, were you coming on to me?" I felt bad for saying that. I don't know why, but it seemed like I was accusing her. So I had to justify myself, "what I mean is, you came to me in the night asking for a shirt... in your underwear." Ashley went wide eyed and I could hear her swallow the lump in her throat. "Yes," she barely whispered, but then she spoke up, "but I was kind of drunk and alone, and I don't think I wanted sex... I mean," I could tell that the instant the word 'sex' left her lips she wanted to take it back, but she went that far so she continued. "But I just wanted to share a bed with you, and lay down with you and feel you hold me. Over the summer, when you guys weren't around I began to feel so very lonely. And each night that I went to bed I would think about you guys. And as the summer dragged on I began to think more and more about how I was probably closest to you. I mean, sure I hung out with the other guys and they're good friends and all, but you're the only one I have ever hung out with just alone. Then I started to think that I had a crush on you and I started to get weirded out because you guys are like brothers to me. So when I went out to dinner with you guys I decided to take a chance. Over the summer I sort of found my feminine side, as you all noticed and commented on, but when I went out with you guys I took it a step further. I wasn't sure why, but I put on the matching set of pink underwear." I knew at that point she had a lot on her mind she wanted to get off so I just sat back and listened, even though I knew where she was going with this. In my heart I was smiling but my face was emotionless and she poured herself to me. She went on: "I don't know if I wanted one of you, any of you guys to fuck me that night, or what but I dressed that way on purpose. What purpose I don't know. And then when I came to you asking for the shirt I was drunk and didn't know what I wanted. At the time I thought I wanted you and I felt bad that you turned me away, but then as I lay there in that bed thinking about it I was happy you did what you did. But then my mind started thinking, when we were playing that game the last thing I asked was if you had a crush on someone in our group and we both took a shot. I was referring to you and at the time I took it as a sign you for me, but then I thought maybe I was wrong, maybe you were gay. But I knew that wasn't the case because I felt that you had a hard on while I sat on your lap earlier, and I saw you get an erection right before my eyes as I stood there in my panties. Then I knew you did it because you cared for me. I knew right then that I had to at least take my shot at you. I hope you're not upset with me," she finished, as tears began trickling down her beautiful face. A College Education Ch. 01 I didn't really know what to say, I mean, what could I say? Instead, I decided to tell her how I felt. I explained to her how I never really thought of her as a girl, that she was always just 'one of the guys'. And that when I saw her for the first time as a female I just about lost it, that I knew I had an instant crush on her. That it was weird because, as she said, we were good friends and you're not supposed to feel that way about your best friend. Then, without really thinking, I said, "I love you". Ashley smiled and leaned over and kissed me full on the lips. I kissed her back. Then she hugged me and leaned back, sitting onto her heals. She stopped crying and wiped the tears from her face. "I think we should head back now," I said. Ashley just had a full smile on her face and nodded, as she sniffled away the rest of her tears. I wish I could tell you that when we got back we made passionate love till the sun came up but we didn't. When we got back, I offered we retry that night from several weeks back. As I laid on my bed, waiting for Ashley to come knock on my door again, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world. Then I remembered whose house I was living in and thought, 'OK, second luckiest'. Then Ashley knocked on my door and I didn't care about being lucky or anything other than Ashley at that moment. I opened the door and there she was, just as she was those many nights ago, standing sexy as ever in her pink lingerie. She asked for the shirt and this time I offered her to stay the night in my bed. We had agreed to take things slow. We crawled into bed and as we lay together with her tight butt pressed into my crotch, I knew this was the only girl for me. However, it still seemed odd; after all she was my best friend. We both sensed the tension, and Ashley tried to ease it, "oh, a bit excited are we? Things getting a bit hard for you?" I slid my hand down over her panty covered pussy and felt her wetness seeping through, "as if you should talk. Looks like we both want to take this farther." "I do, I really do, but I don't want it to get weird." "I totally agree." What Ashley said next, however, was totally unexpected. "You know, there are other ways we can relieve the tension." I wasn't quite certain what she meant because I thought we had agreed to take things slow. "How so?" I asked. "Well, neither of us has to be inside each other to feel good," she said as got off the bed, turning on the lamp on the night stand. She stood up and struck a pose that I wish I could have taken a picture of. It was the hottest thing I had ever seen. Standing in her pink panties, she had her left hand on her hip as her right hand undid her pony tail, letting her hair fell across her face. While I made not have had a camera, that image is forever etched in my mind. Next she undid her bra, but she held it in place, covering herself. I could tell she was nervous as her face went a deep shade of red. Still holding her pink bra in place she crawled up on the bed and kneeled and the edge of the bed, straddling my feet. She took a deep breath and let her bra fall away, exposing her perfectly round breast to me. Her small nipples as pink as her bra and erect. She was blushing hard and she looked down, avoiding eye contact. I leaned up and gently grabbed her chin and kissed her full on her lips. I sensed her nervousness subside as she returned my kiss. Then she pushed me back down and crawled up to straddle my knees. She put her hands at my waist and now it was my turn to be nervous. She could sense I was nervous. She looked into my eyes; I nodded and closed my eyes. I was hard but was worried I would lose my erection because of how nervous I was, luckily it stayed rock hard. I felt her pull my boxers down. I felt the air on my cock as it sprang free of the waist band. I kept my eyes close until I felt warmth on my dick. I looked down and saw Ashley lightly wrapping her hand around my tool. She began stroking it up and down and I was in heaven. I had never felt anything so great. I didn't care about sex, I didn't care that she had never been with a guy before, what made it great was my love for her. It didn't take long for her to make me come. I told her that I was sorry for coming so quick, and that normally I last longer. She understood. Then she just sat there not sure what to do about the sticky mess she had helped create on my stomach. With any other girl I would have suggested she lick it up, but with Ashley I was different. I went to the bathroom and got a towel and cleaned myself up and handed another towel for Ashley, who was still sitting on the bed. Then Ashley laid on her back. I put my hands at her panty line and she raised and crossed her knees. She closed her eyes and bit her left thumb as she let met open her legs. I leaned down and kissed her stomach. I looked at her face; she was still biting her thumb, eyes closed, as her long brown hair flowed out in all directions under her angelic face. I kissed her on the cheek and then returned my hands to her precious pink panties. She was breathing heavy. I started to pull her panties down and she lightly lifted herself off the bed, allowing me to take her last piece of clothing off. After I completely removed her panties I looked at her beautiful pussy. To my surprise she had is completely shaven, less a small strip of hair above her slit. I could see the moisture on her lips. I wanted so bad to lean down and burry my face in her box, but that wasn't what we agreed on. Instead I crawled up alongside her and kissed her on her lips. She opened her eyes and held my head as I began to finger her and kiss her so. She began to moan softly and again closed her eyes. She also began to rock side to side slowly and even move her legs around. I knew then that she had never felt this before; she had never even fingered herself. I was so deeply in love with this heavenly creature beside me that I made every effort to make it last and be the best first orgasm anyone could ever hope for. However, being her first time, despite my best efforts she began to moan louder as her orgasm approached after only a few minutes. As she peaked she again kissed me on the lips. As she came down she hugged me hard, not wanting to let go. I reached over and turned the light off. We returned to our position except this time free of any clothing. I returned my hand to her quim, and as we laid in the dark I gave her second orgasm ever before going to sleep. In the morning, I woke to Ashley still asleep in my arms. I heard a knocking at the door, obviously Jay. I pulled up the sheets to cover our nakedness, and asked Jay what he wanted. He entered the room, "what have we here, my good friend?" "It's not how it looks," I replied, just above a whisper, pointing to Ashley, who was still sleeping. Jay understood started talking softer, "oh no? Panties and boxers on the floor, you in bed with Ashley? You're right, you must have been playing checkers, what was I thinking," he said with a smile. "What time is it?" "9 am. I just got back from Kristen's." "How'd it go?" "We played checkers," he said, as he closed the door behind him. Ashley woke up, "what a great night. I love you." "I love you, too, Ash," I said kissing her on the lips, something I would never tire of. "Shall we get some breakfast?" I suggested. "Can I at least get some clothes on first?" smiled Ashley. * Part 2 on the way. The weekend that lead up to Vegas.