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		   ---  H O O K I N G  -  U P  ---
Chapter 1:  Background

   Hi.  My name's Phil.

   A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in 
order to finish up my BA.  When I chose the school, I had no idea of the 
surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred 
there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore 
the more social aspects of the school.  As it turned out, I had much to be 
grateful for....

   The school was reputable academically, yet socially must have been the 
US's best kept college sex secret.  I was amazed to find out how much 
rampant sex there was going around.  Phew.  Of course, I never heard much 
about really bizarre or heavy group sex, just a LOT of what most people 
would consider normal sex, often with people we all just didn't know well.  
And it was all within the college environment.  There were less than 2000 
people at this school, and if you didn't go there, you didn't fit in, and no 
one would have known a thing.  

   It was called scrumping, and/or hooking up.  There were these parties, 
almost always one on Friday night and one on Saturday night, and they were 
BIG, and most everyone within the social crowd (about 2/3 of the students) 
showed up at one time or another.  The parties would start at 9pm, get busy 
by around 11pm, and pretty much end by around 2am.  There were inevitably 
themes, varying from bands to DJ's to tropical ideas to any other idea 
someone could come up with for a party.  But it was always the same thing.  
And even though people complained about it all the time, everyone still went 
and participated in some fashion or other.

   Some people didn't participate in hooking up.  Some people refused to 
sleep with some drunk person they met at a party, even if they wanted to, 
and just socialized with friends.  That was ok.  Also, many people preferred 
to have girlfriends and boyfriends, and sometimes those relationships lasted 
a while.  More often they didn't, and then such relationships only served 
the purpose of giving people allegedly safe & reliable sex with a single 
partner, for as long as that lasted.  Even so, most people didn't go to a 
blood testing center together to be sure of their new partners.  But some 
did.

   Actually scrumping wasn't really having sex.  Scrumping was when girls 
(or boys-- I don't want to be sexist, but it applied more to girls) didn't 
really want to have intercourse, but got really horny and dry-humped.  They 
kept their underwear on, kissed & petted and did everything else, and 
generally made sure the guy was satisfied so he wouldn't ask for anything 
else.  Just wanted to clear up that term.  But don't think that people ONLY 
scrumped; rather, it was probably the exception to sex as opposed to the 
rule.

   So there was a LOT of sex going on.  And the weird thing about it was 
that two people who didn't necessarily know each other well, would go off 
and have sex, maybe stay the night, and then not talk to each other after 
that.  Or not mention what happened.  They would act like nothing happened!  
I always thought that was really weird.  Oh well.  Whatever floats your 
boat.  A friend once confided in me something her best female friend once 
said...  she once passed a guy she slept with a couple of weeks prior, and 
he said "hey, what's up?"  and went on her way.  She thought...  "How can 
you just be so nonchalant about it?  I've seen your penis!!!!"  I always got 
a kick out of that story.

   I never did fuck her.  But I wanted to...

   Anyhow, now that you have some background, I thought i'd start my 
narrative with how I met my first Scrumper!



Chapter 2: My First Scrumper, and her Roommate!

   I met my first scrumper while I was doing the laundry.  I was a junior, 
and we were in the beginning of the fall semester, actually during freshman 
orientation.  I was there as an orientation counselor of sorts.  I wasn't 
formally, but I was associated with one of the student organizations that 
wanted to be there and involved.  One of the benefits was that I could move 
into my dorm room before the other returning students.

   I had spent a good deal of the summer (while working in the area) 
designing and building a custom loft for my single dorm room (TINY, only 
about 8x10 with an alcove & a closet.  It was amazing, and it split the room 
up literally into two stories, albeit VERY LOW CEILINGED, complete with a 
section with no deck where the staircase (not ladder, a real but steep 
staircase) rose up.  My mattress was on top and my livingroom/  
entertainment center was below.  Although you might say my entertainment 
center moved... upstairs...  when the need arose.  I had carpeting 
everywhere, and the loft was immobile, way overdesigned, and sturdy.  There 
was NO flex in the upstairs deck.  I could have put a waterbed on the top.  
Anyway, I had a huge stereo, a couch, a bed, a desk, and just about 
everything a college student could want (except a car).  It was an amazing 
room.

   As if I didn't already know this, every new and returning student who 
passed my door spent at least ten minutes dumbstruck either inside my room 
or standing at the room's edge looking in, no doubt jealous.  I had 
conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was.  
Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack.  Originally this 
was not the intention (seriously!).  But I didn't mind.  Later on, it became 
clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits.  Most  people put 
together their own little variation of the dorm routine.  I had a home.

   Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing laundry.  
And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I saw 
this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes.  She 
smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really large 
breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was 
staring.  By themselves they were large, but because she was about my height 
and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn't seem too big.  In 
fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about it.  
In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and that 
I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be a 
little late in removing my clothes.  She had to be a freshman.

   That was all that happened until I got back.  I dropped my wallet off in 
my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed all of 
my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer.  I had never seen this 
before!  Never!  Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought the 
clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying "To whomever folded my 
laundry:  Thank you!  I've never seen that before!  If you feel like it, you 
can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda.  If 
not, thanks again!"  and I went and taped the note back to the dryer top.

   I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later, this 
girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn't 
doing anything private-- friendlier that way I guess)!  With a BIG grin! I 
invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it was 
just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don't wrinkle and I said 
no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her beer.  
I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol 
to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and 
ironically overlooked.  Freshman were going to find a way to do as they 
pleased anyhow.

   So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking.  She thought my room was 
amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they were 
pushing out her t-shirt.  Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but what 
I didn't know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room to 
tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic room.  
She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with my 
friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate.  I 
agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some time 
frosh-trim hunting.  This was *orientation*, after all.

   Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described his 
orientation weeks as an upperclassman:  If you don't get laid the first 
night, you might as well stop trying.  I thought this was pretty sexist; 
although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I  (Don't think I'm a wimp; 
I'm just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn't think it was 
worth fucking someone over after fucking them.  I mean, if the girl is 
interested in just FUCKING for the hell of it, GREAT.  But I think date rape 
is despicable.  Anyhow, enough of my rambling.

That night Marc got the movies and came over to my room (he had a bigger 
apartment off campus) but he always felt out of touch with the college scene 
and the social life on campus.  So he came over, and shortly after, we heard 
a knock on the door.  I knew it was Kati, and opened the door.  BIG 
surprise!  I recognized the face behind her!  And that BODY!  Kati 
introduced her roommate Christine to both of us.  NICE TO MEET YOU....

	...The Flashback...

I knew Christine not by name, but visually from something of a distance.  On 
the first day of orientation, all the frosh and the counselors were supposed 
to go to a big beach party held by the alumni council at this nearby strip 
of deserted (usually) beach.  The day was filled mostly with swimming, 
tanning, volleyball and FOOD.  Paradise for a little while.  Well, Christine 
was there I suppose with her roommate Kati; I DIDN'T NOTICE because 
Christine was so hot.  Christine blew away anyone within 10 yards of her.  
BLAM!  What a body!  She was petite, but she still looked like she had these 
amazing long tan legs.  And they ended in the most fantastic, strong and 
perfect bubble butt.  Phew.  She had small but beautifully rounded breasts 
that stopped in these little dark pencil eraser nipples (VERY visible).  And 
her face...  she had the sexiest little eyes and pouting lips MADE for 
giving head.  WOW.  WOW.  I was so busy staring at her through my glasses 
that one of the counselors I had been seeing during the end of the Summer 
(through around that time) started to think I wasn't paying any attention to 
her.  We were sitting on the beach, and Christine was wading thigh deep 
along with several girls.  Hannah (the other counselor) leaned over at me 
and whispered into my ear... "Let's swim out a ways and fuck.  I need your 
cock inside me...."  I got hard immediately.

Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she felt 
a little embarrassed about it.  So we rolled into the water playfully (I 
wasn't about to get up and walk in... sporting a tent pole) and began to 
swim out for a bit.  When we reached a safe distance (so that no one could 
see under water, but still in front of EVERYONE), she pulled my trunks down 
and grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard, causing me to gasp.  She 
quickly pulled her bikini bottom out of the way(side) and engulfed me.  We 
kissed for a while and just floated like that.  It was perfect.  It felt 
soooo good; Hannah had a really tight snatch, but she also knew how to 
squeeze her pussy really well.  And she liked to fuck.  But I didn't really 
have a lot in common with her.  So things were just starting to heat up...  
Hannah started to pick up the pace... 

And then I noticed her [Christine] staring at us.  We were close enough that 
I could see the faraway expression in her eyes; I was looking at the shore 
and Hannah was facing towards me away at the water.  Christine's mouth was 
just open just a little bit and I could tell she was certain of what we were 
doing.  No one else seemed to notice us.  I couldn't believe it...  here, 
Hannah was moving up and down on my cock, squeezing the cum right out of me, 
and Christine was standing at the shore thinking who knows what.  I stared 
away at first, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Hannah started getting 
more and more frenzied about her motions.  She wasn't moving up and down a 
lot, but she was squeezing my cock really hard and gyrating her hips in 
towards me and forcing me in deep, and she was doing this little motion 
faster and faster.  I watched as Christine sat down and started wading in 
the shallow water, and I was amazed at what I saw!  She moved one of her 
hands down where no one could see it, and she stared right at me as she 
stared to frig herself!  I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her instead 
of Hannah!

I felt it building up from deep inside my balls and I whispered to Hannah, 
"I'm... coming.. yeah...  fuck me harder!  That's it..."  and she started to 
speed it up.  We weren't making a lot of fuss in the water, but as I started 
to go over the brink, this 18 year old goddess in the water maybe 15-20 
yards from us stared right into my eyes while her arm moved about under the 
water, and mouthed the words...  "come for me."

That did it!  I went right over the edge and headfirst into the abyss!  I 
imagined it was that water nymphette's pussy I was spurting my come into 
really hard;  it was her cooing in my ear, and it was her squeezing the fuck 
out of me.  And then, it was her who reached down as I was coming and gently 
squeezed and scratched my balls.  I love that...

Well, Hannah did know how to fuck the shit out of me...  but I knew from 
that afternoon on that I needed to find another fuck-buddy (another term 
from this fantastic educational institution). 

The girl on the shore watched as we separated and drifted off to relax... I 
kept looking over at her, and once mouthed back to her "thank you..." which 
got a smile.  But that was it, or so I thought.

Hannah and I didn't feel the need to speak to each other any more that day, 
which was fine with me.  It was time to move back on the prowl...
     --------

So I said, "well, Christine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."

Kati said "Do you two know each other?  Damn!  I thought I met you first!"

Christine responded, "no, we just saw each other and smiled once.  This is 
the first real meeting!"  She smiled and turned, "Damn you have such a cool 
room!  Wow!"

I wondered if Marc was feeling left out, but he knew he had a cool apt., and 
that he was going to have to put up with this as a price to stay in touch 
with the college scene.  So it was understood, unsaid.  Kati turned to 
Christine and said, "didn't I tell you!  This is so well laid out! [nice 
choice of words..]  I told you, didn't I?"  and Christine just nodded and 
smiled.

I invited them both in and Marc sat down on the couch under the loft.  The 
lower space had a ceiling of 5 feet, so you really had to crouch to get 
under there, which you HAD to do to reach the staircase, but you could stand 
fully on the staircase except when you got to the top.  That had 4 feet 
clearance, so you had to kneel or crawl around (on the mattress...).  Even 
though it sounds tight, it worked really well.

I had already given a tour to Kati (all went above-board, nothing happened),  
but Christine asked if she could check out the whole room, and when I said 
yes, she started hopping up the stairs really fast to get a picture of 
upstairs.  I went on up and stood on the staircase.  That left Marc and Kati 
to say hello and meet (which they did), and because of the layout, they 
couldn't see upstairs to my expressions or Christine, who was moving around 
the top floor (mostly bed) and checking out the shelves behind (and the 
mirror at the head of the bed-- tacky, but effective) and the GREAT view out 
the bay window to the water not 30 feet away.  I asked her "so how do you 
like it?"  She looked at me; her eyes got narrow and she licked her lips 
suggestively...

This girl was incredible!  First of all, although my ROOM was great, and I 
got my share of good sex & friends, I didn't think I was all that great 
looking.  But here was this shameless gorgeous vixen writhing on my bed, 
Kati and Marc talking downstairs, and before I had a chance to wink and say 
let's go watch the movie, she moved back towards the pillows, faced me, 
leaned back and reached down, spreading her legs....  and she just started 
rubbing her crotch really hard...  I just about died.

So I got my voice back and reminded her of the movie, and as she passed me 
on the staircase on her way down (it was really steep so I gave her a hand), 
she reached behind her in a way no one could see and stroked my erection 
powerfully.  I almost choked, it felt so good.

But nothing was to happen with Christine that night.  Kati had taken an 
interest in me, and I liked her too, just not as much as Christine.   
Christine didn't seem to be interested in Marc.  I didn't know why, I 
figured that if she was that unabashedly licentious, she'd want it from 
anyone.  But she acted indifferent as the movie wore on.  But we were 
watching Die Hard and some other movie I can't remember, and throughout it 
Kati moved closer & closer, and we ended up with her sitting on the floor 
between my legs, elbows draped over my thighs.  The couch was low, it was a 
loveseat and it was a little crowded even with me, Christine and Marc 
sitting on it.  The room was small, and it made for close contact....

So after the movies ended, we all decided to go for a walk along the catwalk 
between the dining hall and the music center (it went by the water), and 
check out the moon and such.  The air was warm and we were tired, but it was 
the perfect way to end the evening, unless I was going to get laid.  I think 
women misunderstand men's sex drive as an inability to be romantic.  If I 
think something's romantic, it's going to get me excited, and I'm usually 
going to want to get fucked silly afterwards.  It's rare that I think 
something's REALLY romantic, and then I don't feel sexually excited.

Anyway, Christine and Marc both felt like going home (separately), and we 
all said goodnight, except Kati and I.  Christine looked a little annoyed, 
but kept it to herself (Kati HAD met me first, after all).  And Kati and I 
walked back to my room.

Immediately inside she turned to me and hugged me, squeezing me close to 
her, and we started kissing lightly.  She was obviously very tactile, but 
not uncontrolled or seethingly hot under the collar...  oh well.  I was 
enjoying her company.  I was starting to get an aching erection, and did 
nothing to hide it; on the contrary, I pressed it into her hip while we 
stood, legs  beginning to entwine.  We sat down on the couch; well, ok we 
LAY down on the couch as best we could, and started some light petting.  I 
had to feel that chest.  I moved my right hand up her shirt and outlined the 
edges of her right breast, avoiding massaging the nipples for a bit (make 
her WANT it), and moved further up and started touching her neck.  That made 
her moan a little.  That first skin contact on the neck is soooo sensitive.  
But I returned and started pressing in and softly massaging her.

I think she blew a gasket.  She started moaning louder and moving closer, 
and her hands started moving around in a flurry.  She got bolder and moved 
her left hand down to my crotch, but too softly and too quickly before 
moving away again.  I was starting to get really frustrated now, but I tried 
to restrain myself.  I had been touching Kati for almost four hours since 
seeing Christine stroke her pussy, and I really needed to come, any way she 
wanted, NOW.  But I held back; I didn't want to scare her, I just wanted to 
encourage her.  So I started getting more vocal and touching her with more 
enthusiasm, and I said (the first thing since coming back to the room), 
"Kati, I'm really attracted to you, and I'm also really excited.  I hate 
saying this, but so excited it hurts; we've been touching for so long now, 
I've really got to get some relief.  I don't know how far you want to go, 
but if it's far, you don't have to worry about my getting disinterested if 
you make me come, I'll be hard for a LONG time, from the feel of this one."

She laughed.  Not at me, I could tell, I just don't think she expected such 
an honest sounding plea.  She leaned over and kissed me harder, and said "I 
don't think I want to go all the way; we just met...."

And my heart sunk.  But not my cock!  She did, however, soften that letdown 
with her hand moving back to my crotch, and pressing really hard.  MAN, did 
that feel good.  "But I would like to help you out...." and she smiled a 
devilish grin.  She got up then, and motioned for me to follow her upstairs.  
I didn't waste a second.  I proceeded once up in the loft to lower the 
blinds and turn on a red light bulb, which softened the mood a bit, and I 
lay down next to her, laying back against two pillows.  She rolled over on 
her side, and started to unbuckle my belt. 

She pulled my jeans completely off me, carefully freeing my tent pole, 
pushing my underwear straight up, and she got this hazy look on her face, 
moving slowly up to touch me.  She reached out and stroked my dick lightly 
through my underwear, and raised herself up, being careful of the ceiling, 
and settled down on my knee, so she could grind against my leg while she 
jerked my meat.  I said "enough of this teasing..." in a hoarse voice and 
she quickly pulled off my underwear, gasping softly as she did so.  My penis 
isn't really long, it's only about 6 or MAYBE 6 1/2 inches when ready to 
blow (!), but it's thick.  It's about as thick as a medium sized thin girl's 
wrist.  I could tell that she wanted it; she started to grind faster, but 
she didn't undress.  She just reached out, and started playing with me with 
both hands.  She wasn't super experienced, but what she was doing still felt 
great.  And I was really close to coming.  So she continued what she was 
doing and I told her, don't stop exactly what you're doing...  just squeeze 
a little harder with that hand and lightly cup my balls..."  And she smiled.  
And she did just that.

In spite of what I asked, and since I tend to tense up for a while before I 
cum, she noted this and started to speed up a little and that felt REALLY 
good... I was getting really close.  She looked like she was enjoying how 
much pleasure she was clearly giving me, and reached her own free left hand 
down her open jeans and started moving it up and down really fast.

Suddenly, I don't think she meant to, but she started squeezing really hard 
and I felt that familiar and OH SO needed tightening in my balls, and I 
started pumping my cum straight up into the air; I didn't even have time to 
warn her, and when she saw it, she dived down and closed her mouth over the 
whole head, and continued to pump me up and down.

I arched my head back and screamed "OHHHHHH  FUCK!" really loudly as the 
waves rocked my body.  she just sucked for all she was worth and drained me, 
a little bit leaking out of the side of her mouth, but when I was done, she 
wiped it up and swallowed it all.  I didn't expect that.  She sat up, not 
letting go, and smiled, saying she'd never done that before and that she 
wanted to.  I didn't mind a bit and told her how good it felt.  She pulled 
her hand out of her jeans and I reached out and licked her fingers clean, 
telling her how good she tasted.  She got really embarrassed and made a 
weird face, but I pulled her close and she settled down on top of me.

I asked her to take off some of her clothes and she agreed, without too much 
hemming and hawing.  She slowly pulled off her top and unsnapped her bra, 
and out poured these *great* really good sized, firm breasts with nipples a 
little larger than I usually like, but *great* nonetheless.

For a little while I stroked and massaged and licked them, giving her a lot 
of attention in return, and she just wanted to kiss deeply for a while.  But 
I hadn't lost my hard-on one bit, and it started to tingle a little again, 
feeling like it could use some more action...

Kati lay back on the bed, and pulled me on top of her, and I just leaned in 
and started kissing her.  The action got hotter really quickly, and she 
didn't seem to mind one bit as I started to grind our crotches together; on 
the contrary she started to grind back.  The pressure was really fantastic, 
but her jeans were something of a hard and irritating surface to push 
against.

I pulled back a bit, looked at her body, and said, "look, no pressure, but 
if we're going to keep this up, can we take these off?  I want to feel your 
skin, not this canvas.  Besides, it's a little irritating..."   She looked 
puzzled for a second, but then helped me to slip them off.  Unfortunately, 
her panties, although cute, weren't really exciting, but that made little 
difference.  I didn't think she expected anyone to be seeing them.  But I 
could tell she had this small dark bush peeking out a little from the edges, 
and I could see the swell of her lips and the damp spot all over the lower 
reaches of her panties.  Man I wanted to fuck her.  But for the time being 
she just pulled me down on top of her to resume where we left off. 

This was *much* better...  I got more excited almost immediately; I was 
grinding my cock right up and down her clit, and my balls were slapping 
against her lips.  Her mouth hung open while we moved, and she looked down 
at my cockhead peeking up at her along her stomach, and then up at me again 
and kissed me hard, shoving her tongue halfway down my throat.  We were 
getting really heated, and she raised her legs halfway up, giving me much 
better leverage.  My cock moved down, and the ridge along the underside 
settled nicely along her lips, and I could feel them through her panties 
clutching at the bottom of my dick.  I asked her if we could take her 
underwear off, but she just shook her head and tried to silence me with a 
deep kiss.

So we were just going to Scrump.  Man I heard about these girls.  At first I 
got a little annoyed; I REALLY wanted to fuck the shit out of this girl!  I 
wanted to pump my cum deep up inside her and feel her juices running down my 
balls, while we both screamed in pleasure.  But she didn't want to have 
intercourse, and despite my need I understood she was just frightened of 
getting taken advantage of so quickly even though she was excited.  She 
would have to work that out in time as she grew older, but I had to get off, 
so I resigned to doing it this way...  or maybe not!  

We continued to grind against each other and I could tell she was getting 
close to cumming.  So I grabbed her left breast in my right hand and moved 
my left hand down and grabbed her right ass check and squeezed the shit out 
of both.  She started screaming and swiveled her hips up and down super-fast 
as she started moving over the edge...  I held on for fear of being knocked 
off her, and when she started to contract i pushed real hard with my dick 
straight into her panties at the entrance to her pussy, just lightly enough 
not to go in, but she opened her mouth real wide and froze in her 
contractions.  She was tense as a board and her head thrashed left and right 
a couple of times.  She held on so tightly I almost couldn't breathe, but as 
she started gasping again, she moaned and pulled me up close for a kiss.  I 
kissed her, but I didn't give her time to relax, because I crawled up to 
straddle her chest, reached down, pulled her panties aside and literally 
scooped up some of her come and slicked up my dick.  I added some spit to 
her chest and lubed her up really smooth...  I just had to fuck those 
fantastic tits.  She had this funny smile on her face which implied she 
hadn't ever done this, but she said "that feels kind of nice!"  She helped 
me squeeze her tits over the top of my cock and tried to keep it sliding 
back and forth inside the little cave we'd made, and it started to get 
really warm.

"Kati, that feels so fantastic...  your chest is so soft...  and HOT."  She 
smiled and moaned a little, and she could feel I was getting ready to cum, 
so she bent her head up as best she could and caught my cock in her mouth 
every time I moved forward, and that did it.  I started exploding, and my 
head shot back...  Kati reached into her tits, pulling me out, squeezing my 
cock really hard as she stroked up and down, moving one hand back to my 
balls again.

That girl really knew how to make me orgasm hard.  But she just wouldn't 
fuck!

We lay there for a while before falling asleep, and she went back to her 
room around 4 in the morning.  We kissed, thanked each other and said we'd 
see each other tomorrow.

We did, but not that way again.  I had had a good time, but I didn't want to 
play games like that, so I played really friendly but not sexually 
interested in her.  She seemed to get the message, and she didn't seem to 
get too bent out of shape about it as long as I ate with her and we stayed 
friends.  Fine with me.  I had other fish to fuck.


Chapter 3: Christine

	PART I: The Big Discovery

   Next weekend rolled around, altogether too slowly.  During the week I had 
spent some time eating in the dining hall with both Christine and Kati, both 
together and separately.  Kati kept asking to come over and make plans, and 
I kept blowing her off, as nicely as I could, yet agreeing to meet and study 
in the library together (public studying is ALWAYS safe...).  Christine, 
however, had various evening responsibilities which prevented any midweek 
activities.  I knew it was orientation, but she had always been a part of a 
lot of student groups and college appeared to be no exception.  I did manage 
to find out (underhandedly from Kati) that she wasn't sleeping out nights, 
so I had a generally good idea that she wasn't sleeping around.

It was Friday lunchtime, some of my dorm-mates were out playing volleyball 
on our beach court, and I was sitting at one of the circular cafeteria 
tables with a bunch of people, notably Christine and Kati (Marc usually ate 
at home; he didn't live far away and he didn't like the food at the dining 
hall).  Kati had a class to go to, but neither Christine nor I had to leave 
by a certain time.  I needed to go spend some time during the late afternoon 
at the college TV building; I was involved with them during freshman 
orientation.  BUT... I had a few hours.  Christine had the whole afternoon 
off...

So we just sat there smiling!  No one at the table had any idea what we were 
thinking about, and yet the whole thing almost seemed silly now!  After all, 
the heat of the moment from the previous weekend had passed, and we were in  
public eating lunch.  So we just continued talking.

"There's the party in the Midrise-4 lounge tonight.  I think Franky's going 
to DJ it.  He's pretty good.  Are you planning on going [hopefully WITH 
ME]?"

"Definitely...  I need to get a little... out-of-hand tonight.  It's been a 
very busy week.  I was a little disappointed you went back with Kati last 
week...  but she's my roommate.  I hope you don't mind; I asked her about 
it... but she wouldn't tell me anything.  Phil... are you two seeing each 
other?"

   I didn't know what to make about this...  I knew high school girls (not 
far off from freshman) played games...  was she now being a spy for Kati?  
Or was she really disappointed and wanted to know if she had a green light 
(GREEN, CHRISTINE, GREEN!)?

   "Well, it may be a sticky situation, Christine (More than you know).  I 
like being friends with her, but for me there's just not much more than 
that.  Truthfully, I think you're much more attractive.  Maybe that's just 
asking for trouble...  I'm sorry."

   "No don't be.  I was hoping you would feel like that...  I just don't 
know how we can do this, I mean, with Kati and all.  She likes you a lot.  
She doesn't say much to me about it but I can tell."

   Ug...  "Does that mean you're not interested?"

   "No, I am, I am..."

   "Follow me." I didn't say anything else...  I just got up and took my 
tray up and walked out.  I didn't even look behind me to see if she was 
following until I was outside, and when I did, there she was just catching 
up.  She looked really good.  When you're sitting, you just get an upper 
body view... She was almost trotting towards me, her small chest bouncing 
noticeably.  There was a cool breeze outside that afternoon, and it became 
immediately more apparent as her incredible dark nipples hardened and jutted 
forward.  I remembered them from the beach party...  I wanted to see them 
uncovered so badly.

   I suppose we were walking back to my our dorm.  We didn't say anything 
about it at first.  I was just watching her...

   I guess I haven't described Christine in as much detail as I should;  She 
has this perfectly permed below-shoulder length wavy blonde hair, frosted in 
various places with lighter colors.  She had blue-in-blue eyes, and she had 
really thin lips that were placed in this thin line on her face.  I couldn't 
help telling myself those were 'blowjob' lips if EVER I knew what a pair 
looked like (!).  Closeup, her high cheekbones accentuated her thin but 
widely set eyes, and a small chin that made her thin face look SOOOO sexy.

   There's no such thing as a perfect female body.  There's no such thing as 
perfection...  But some girls come pretty close to certain men's idea of a  
perfectly formed woman.  Even if I thought Christine was perfect, I'm sure 
in retrospect she wasn't; that her chest just looked RIGHT on her body; that 
her eyes just looked RIGHT on her face, etc.  Different types/ shapes of 
bodily features can also look RIGHT on other people.  Even with this, 
Christine was someone I could easily spend a long time with, just because 
she turned me on so DAMN much.

  I think the time I lost my virginity to an older woman who had some of 
these features is exactly the reason I still found them so attractive.  
Christine personified many of these features in a better way, and had 
younger, more supple skin.  I dunno.  I guess I just REALLY WANTED TO FUCK 
her so much, I was trying to understand why I felt like such a Neanderthal 
thinking only about getting her into bed.

   She was smiling.  That's a good start, I thought...  "What are you 
looking at, Phil?"  That shocked me right out of my funk.

   She had caught me off guard.  "Uhh..  I'm sorry.  I was just thinking 
about you, Christine!"  That wasn't the half of it.  I thought I had gotten 
off the hook.

   "What were you thinking?  And you had a weird look on you face!"  Nope.  
I hadn't gotten away with it.

   "I was thinking about last weekend."  I tried to drag it out; make her 
say exactly what I wanted to hear.

   "What about last weekend?"

   "You looked so good on my bed...  you looked... delicious..."  And I 
paused on the last word for effect.  "I...  I...  I don't want to talk about 
it until we're in private...  this feels weird to say all this while we're 
just walking.  I mean, if I'm just talking about anything, and we're having 
some normal conversation, OK, but I'm talking to you and we're both facing 
forward!  I mean, forward, away from each other!  Doesn't this feel strange 
to you?"

   "You think too much, Phil,"  and she laughed lightly. And then she 
stopped, put on a very serious face, and said, "I'm not going anywhere; what 
were you going to say?"  She moved up to about six inches away from my face, 
looking up.

   Damn!  This was one outrageous woman!  She certainly knew how to keep me 
on my toes.  I wasn't sure what to say, or where to begin!  I knew what I 
wanted, I knew when I wanted it, and very little else seemed to matter then.

   "I don't know what to say next, Christine!  Do you want me to ask you 
out?  Meet you tonight at the party?  What I really want is to sleep with 
you!  And I don't want to wait until later!  I don't want to wait at all!  I 
don't want to.."  I was going to say wait hours or days or weeks,  but she 
cut me off.

   "I'm not sure I want to now, Phil.  I'm really interested... but I'm 
nervous.  I would rather it be nicer; let's plan on tonight, OK?"

   At first this threw me...  I didn't quite get it.  I didn't think I was 
hearing her right.  Nervous?  This from a girl who had writhed on my bed the 
previous weekend, stroking her own pussy and then MY cock through our 
clothes.  "You?!  Nervous?"  I almost started laughing.  She caught this and 
looked a little bit concerned.

   "Well...  I knew you two were hanging out last weekend...  and I 
remembered seeing you and..."

   "Hannah."

   "Yes, her, and I remembered seeing you...  I couldn't control myself.  
But I knew you wouldn't do anything to me; I was... safe.  I was having 
fun."

   TEASE!  I thought first.  This incredible girl who showed off so much to 
me was backing out  (that was my first reaction), but then it began to dawn 
on my.  Wow.  Was I dense...  she had to be!  I mean, maybe she's had a lot 
of boyfriends; she knows what lust is  (she HAD to, after all)...  Christine 
had to be...  "You've never had sex before!!!!"  I sat there, dumbfounded, 
agape, but completely enraptured by this girl.

   Christine started getting fidgety, looking around and then back to me to 
see what I would say next.  I don't know why it hadn't occurred to me 
before; it all made sense!  That's why she kept herself so busy during the 
week!  It was her protection scheme!  And here she was at college, trying to 
break out of it  (maybe...)?  "So what's wrong with that, Phil?"

   "Nothing, Christine, it just...  well, you're going to think this sounds 
strange, but it makes me respect you more.  I thought you were acting really 
loose or slutty before.  It turned me on, yes, but I didn't know if I could 
begin to like you personally.  I do...  I really do!  But it also makes me 
want to be the one you give yourself to...  the thought of it really gets me 
excited!"  She just looked at me, the smile coming back. "Do you think you 
might be interested in giving me this wonderful gift?"

   Her eyes just lit up!  And the big grin on her face told me there 
probably wasn't a better thing I could have said; the smile got larger; 
embarrassment; and then it subsided.  She seemed to be collecting her words, 
and then she spoke very softly.  "I can't think of a better night, place or 
person for this.  But let's wait until tonight, okay?"  And she sealed it 
with a kiss, turned smoothly on one leg, and started strolling away towards 
the dorm, knowing that I would follow.  I did.  What an ass.

   We spent the afternoon and early evening together, walked a lot, talked 
some, and managed to avoid bumping into Kati.  We ate out at the local 
Mexican place, laughed a lot, and separated with some light kissing before 
getting ready for the big party.  The suspense was killing me!  I was going 
to deflower a virgin!