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College Love: Dylan and Robyn Ch. 01

By: Dylan800B



This is the story about how Robyn and I got together. I’ve appreciated the feedback I received from you all of late, and decided to expand on my earlier works, if for no other reason than to set the record straight. I am married to Heather now, but at one time, I was deeply in love and in other things, with Robyn….this is about how Robyn and I got together. As a couple. 

Robyn and I first met on a Lacrosse trip to New Jersey. We both attended a Midwestern university, and during our junior years, she was one of the captains of the Women's lacrosse and I was a starting midfielder on the men's lacrosse team. Our teams rarely, if ever traveled together. Robyn and I knew one another, as teams will do, but did not ever really connect until this trip. We were on our way to Princeton, NJ for a huge preseason lacrosse tourney sponsored by the university. I am a NY guy, so I'd been to Jersey a few times, but never once had my visit been as eventful as this. 

We ended up sitting together on the way to NJ, mostly out of our mutual appreciation for the last row of seats at the back of charter busses. There tended to be more room there, and it stayed reasonably quiet. So, we got to talking about stuff-friends, our Greek organizations, our teams, our families, our ex's on campus and off, our plans for after college, and so on-it was about a 10 hour drive, so we got to know one another quite a bit. It turned out that she was good friends with Corinne, a girl I had dated briefly, but rather 'intensely' during freshman year. Corinne and I had hooked up at a party during the first week at school, and upon waking up together, tried to make it work for about a week. It became very clear that there was little else in common, and we parted amicably, yet rather sated, if you follow. 

"Ouch-what must you think of me," I stammered when Robyn brought this fact up. 

"No-I thought it was kind of sweet that you both tried to make it work. Most people avoid one another after 'the walk of shame.' You both tried-I think that it says something about the both of you, and she's a good friend." 

I smiled, and let the compliment go-I had felt bad about what happened with Corinne. She was a nice girl, but there was little else between beyond physical. We kept talking through the entire trip. I was really impressed with Robyn. Her parents had been divorced when she was 13, and she took on a caretaking role for her 3 younger siblings when her mother began to work full-time. She was at school on an academic/Lacrosse scholarship, and worked extremely hard at both. She was very active in her sorority, leading volunteer groups and so forth. I admit, I had noticed her before on campus because of her beauty-and do not mistake me here, she was gorgeous: Long, lustrous red hair, deep and penetrating eyes, a tight figure, hardened from hours in the gym and on the field. She was easily one of the prettiest girls on campus. But, spending 10 straight hours talking to her, I became more and more enamored of her as a person-as cheesy as that may sound to most, it is the truth. She was something special, and she was choosing to share that information with me. I was intrigued, to say the least. 

When we got to Princeton it was around 10 PM on a Friday night. We were supposed to be in our rooms by midnight, which gave us a little time more together before the hectic three-day tournament schedule began. We decided to walk around Princeton a bit. We both remarked at how there was a great mesh of Colonial and modern buildings and really enjoyed the stores and restaurants and such. It was such a great night; I was not really self-conscious about myself, and I was not even really thinking of 'making a move.' Such an approach did not seem necessary. As we were walking, I felt her hand take mine, and it just seemed natural. It was. 

We walked as much of that town as you can walk and still make it back to the hotel in time for curfew. I walked her to her room.

"This has been a great trip so far," she said. To which I replied, 

"And we haven't even played a game yet." 

She smiled at that, and pulled me close, her arms wrapping around my waist, her head resting on my chest. We stood like that for what must have been five-ten minutes. She smelled great: the kind of great that you know that when you walk away, the smell will follow you. The kind of great that people will smell it too and wonder who you've been with. 

She looked up at me and slowly began to close her eyes, and I kissed her. Nothing extravagant-nothing sweaty. Just a nice soft kiss. Lip-to-lip. She smiled, and turned into her room. I returned to mine. My roommates were asleep thankfully. Not that I would have minded telling them what an awesome time I had. But that night was the kind of night that all you can do is sleep in your clothes so the smell of her hair and her perfume will permeate your dreams. It was that great a night. 

The next few days were filled with games. We played three that Saturday and the women's team played two. We were scheduled to play another two Sunday, as were they. Robyn and I saw one another intermittently, and had a few meals together, but were not able to really spend any more quality time together at the moment. It was excruciating to be in that first stage of a new relationship, where you walk by and her girlfriends whisper. Where your hands get clammy when she's on the other side of the room-and where you definitely feel your ears get hot when she's next to you-like I said, excruciating, but in a good way. Oh, it was sweet. It was one of the most romantic weekends of my life, and we only kissed that once. 

We got on the bus Monday afternoon, and after a very long weekend, began to make our way back to the Midwest. Robyn and I found our seats, and slept for a little while. It was some of the best sleep I'd ever enjoyed in my life. Since Friday night, all I'd thought about was her and holding her again, and here we were. She had brought a quilt with her, as she said that "hotel blankets are to rough." Having been intimately connected with her extremely sensitive skin, I do understand her qualms. We wrapped ourselves together and slept for a while, speeding home to the Midwest. We slept until we stopped for dinner in Pennsylvania, around 7 PM, still having another 5-6 hours ahead of us. 

Neither of us was hungry, so we stayed on the bus, wrapped up in our blanket and got to talking again. We talked about the weekend, and how our games went and stuff, and passed the time until the bus started moving again. As time got the better of us, we began to appreciate the last row of the charter bus for a new reason: no one can see you without turning around, and when it's dark, even better. 

As we talked, our faces grew ever closer, to the point that we were resting our foreheads together. In the passing light of a roadside diner, I saw her eyes staring deep into mine, and I kissed her, and though it was only for the second time, it was as though I had been kissing her all my life. Her lips parted and our tongues explored one another. Our hands followed suit. It made me even more grateful that she had brought her quilt. As our hands ran over one another, I could feel the gorgeous body I had only until recently seen from a distance. Her waist was tight, and her breasts were firm-as only an athlete's are, and her arms and shoulders and legs were hard, and every inch of her skim was sensitive to my touch. I could feel her breath get quicker as I moved my hands around to her ass, and she sort of raised her body to invite my further. She ran her hands over my chest, and turned her nails flat and ran them over my abs, back and forth. I am in decent shape now, but I was in awesome shape then, and my body had never been touched in that way before-so sensual. I get chills thinking of it now. This went on for hours, longer than we thought, because before we knew it, we were pulling into the university parking lot. We both found ourselves tired, yet deeply aroused and very interested inbeing together. This was only the beginning. Later that evening, we.....well, that's a story that is continued in part II. Please, check it out…

College Love: Dylan and Robyn Ch. 02



I guess I left off with our Charter Bus pulling back into the school grounds around 12:30 AM. Robyn and I were returning from New Jersey, where our Lacrosse teams had played in a huge weekend preseason tournament. As the lights of the bus turned back on, and everyone struggled to their feet, I looked at her, and though the trip had been draining, without a word I knew that our evening together was far from over. In fact, if I'm honest, I had the thought that someone had entered my life who would be there always... Anyway, we gathered our gear and returned it to our lockers, and walked out onto campus. My teammates did not even ask me if I was joining them for the traditional after-trip party. I guess the word was out. I was glad. 

One thing I've not told you about Robyn, besides the fact that she was incredibly beautiful, dedicated to her family, academically brilliant, and an extremely hard worker, is that she was quite an Artist as well. She toyed with the idea of majoring in Art, and would have done fabulously in the program had she so chosen. However, she chose Political Science as her major. Her minor however, was Art. She was an incredible painter and ceramist. She was great at many things. I mention this, because we walked all over campus together that night. As we approached the Art building, she looked at me and asked: "Would you like to see my stuff?" To which I coughed, and replied, "Um, yeah." She laughed, and we walked up to the door of the building. She took a ring of keys out of her pocket and opened the door. I was impressed, because only the top students are given keys to buildings-one of my fraternity brothers had a key to the Physics Labs, and one of my friends had keys to the Theater and the Music Buildings. They were both brilliant. Once again, I was impressed with Robyn. It would not be the last time. 

We walked into the building, and she took my hand and walked me up the stairs to a huge, open loft space. This room had been the old theater, and was now just a huge parquet floor with lots of space that had been doctored up over the years-they called it the "Black Box," because it essentially looked like that-four huge black walls. But there were individual carrels and rooms created by room separators-a very eclectic room. Robyn walked me over to her area, which was a corner area, blocked off by room separators. Once we stepped in however, it was awe-inspiring. She not only had several paintings and ceramic items in the room, but had painted her side of the separator walls-it was essentially paintings of people that she knew-her family, her friends, her sorority sisters, her teammates. It was incredible. There seemed to be nothing she could not do. Such meticulous detail. Her actual paintings were fabulous as well-she was working on a series of paintings chronicling her family's arrival in America. Her grandparents married in Ireland, came over and opened a business in Philadelphia-working long days and nights to provide for Robyn's mother and her seven siblings. She had portraits of each of them in a progression of colors-it was really quite striking. "What do you think?" she asked me as I stared at her work. "Incredible" was the only word I was able to get out. Incredible. It so was. I saw people that I knew on her walls, and it not only looked like them, but captured the very essence of who they were. She had painted a picture of Corinne, who as you may recall from my earlier story, was one of Robyn's best friends, with whom I'd had a brief yet torrid relationship as a freshman. I got to know Corinne, and we were friends-It was simply spot on-almost to the point that it was unsettling. I should tell you, to this day, there is a painting of me on that wall, but that is another story entirely. 

"I want to show you something," she said, drawing me from my admiration. 

She took my hand and led me away from her area-she walked me towards a small foyer outside the main room. It was dark and she found and lit a small candle somewhere in the corner of the foyer. She then reached up and opened a small door above us which opened up an attic-like stairwell. She entered first, the small candle lighting up the whole room ahead of us. It was a loft, filled with blankets and quilts and pillows-surprisingly warm. As we shut the door behind us she led me over to the corner where there was a small opening in the ceiling. 

"Push up on this for me," she asked, and I obliged, raising this small door in the ceiling. 

As I stood up into the opening, I found myself poking directly out of the roof of the building. Robyn stood up next to me, and it being a small opening, our bodies pressed together and I could feel her heart beat. We looked out upon the whole campus-the lights of evening shining and little else. We stood there for quite a while-the moon was full and it washed her face in a glow the likes of which I've never seen before or since. I was awestruck. She looked at me, staring deep into my eyes. She wrapped her arms around my waist, and once again placed her head against me for what seemed an eternity. 

Have you ever experienced that moment when you connect with someone, and you feel it so strongly, and it is so who you needed at exactly the right time, and the combination of all of these things makes you almost cry for joy? If so, then you understand how Robyn and I felt at that moment. It was unreal. It stands among the happiest moments in my life. 

Robyn looked at me again and we kissed. We held one another so tight-yet it still felt that we could not get close enough. That feeling would change, however. We looked out at the campus again, and then returned to the loft, closing the door behind us. The candle still burning, she led me to a pile of blankets at the center of the room. We lay upon them and our lips met, our hands completing the work that they had begun a few hours earlier on the bus. Soon, we knelt before one another, without clothing, and looked at one another in the dim light provided by a candle of marked age. 

She was so beautiful. Her skin was soft and unblemished, and her eyes so bright and excited. Her lips were full and her cheeks deeply flushed, as were mine. I touched her face, and she leaned it into my hand, inviting my touch. I had never felt a stronger, more reverent passion in my life. I ran my fingers down her side, fully taking in her gorgeous body-full, firm breasts, her tight waist I ran my nails down her side and she shuddered at my touch-so sensitive was her skin! She returned my touch, exactly as I had felt her. Soon, we became almost a mirror of one another. She would run her mails gently over my chest, and I would reciprocate. Time Passed. We lay down. I had never been so drawn to someone. As I said, it felt as though we could not get close enough. 

I pulled her close to me, and kissed her deeply. Our tongues met and it felt more appropriate than anything I'd felt before. Everything felt right with Robyn, from the beginning. I kissed her neck, I ran my tongue along her neck and began to work my way down her body. Her breath became more rapid, and came more quickly. I kissed her breasts, which were far more beautiful up close than they had been from afar-perfect-honestly; perfect is the only word to describe them. 36 C if you must know, but they were firm and what's more, they were so, I mean SO sensitive-as was all her skin. Every inch I kissed and every place my tongue ran, she shuddered. I ran my tongue all over her breasts. At one point, I brought them together and ran my tongue between them, with each stroke, catching the sides of her nipples until she came loudly-simply from my kissing her breasts. I was not done. I began to move lower, kissing her belly and then entrenching myself between her smooth, hard thighs. She was completely shaved, and I must admit, that was an immediate turn-on, not that I needed it. I ran my tongue up her leg and the moment that she could feel my breath, she started to moan loudly as I eased my tongue inside her, I could feel her come on me-her pussy contracted over and over on my tongue-I'd never felt that, and it was unreal how excited she was and how excited she made me. I brought my face up close to her, and looked deep into her-she kissed me and ran her hands down my body until she found my cock, and with her eyes firmly locked with mine, eased me inside of her. 

At last, it seemed that we were close enough. I'll admit, I had had sex before, but it was the first time in my life that I understood the difference between having sex and making love. I felt so alive. I drove myself into Robyn, and felt her come on me over and over. It was unreal. She held onto me, driving me deeper within her and I pulled her close to me, and kissed her breasts while sending my cock deep within her. She came over and over and her cries of ecstasy drove me to come deep inside her. We collapsed in each others arms and fell asleep. When we awoke, it was morning. 

I looked at her a moment before she woke and I have to tell you-she was so beautiful. The sun shone through one small crack in the shingles and fell directly upon her face. I kissed her forehead, and her eyes opened. She looked at me and smiled. We knew, right then, that we were something special. And in truth, we were.