This file brought to you by -
http://www.mrdouble.com




Story-- Hooking Up...

   This is the first of many related stories I'm writing.  If there is
sufficient interest, I may continue writing beyond the first few.

   There is/was/will be lots of sex in here for those who enjoy reading
about it, but you'll have to be patient through this introduction, which
is there to set the tone and background of the events depicted.

Standard Disclaimer:  This school does not exist.  Nor did the events
described here ever actually occur, nor does ANYONE described here
actually represent any real or fictional people you have ever heard
about.  This story does not exist(!).  This story may not be copied or
printed anywhere in public except for the propagation over "netnews" and
PRIVATE enjoyment.  No profit may be made in any form from the use or
publication of this story (except by ME and unless you send ME checks...).

		   ---  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, you
wouldn't get a clue of what was happening there, and therefore, no one
could 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 within 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 propor-
tionate, 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, Apple-41 (I know,  I didn't name them),
for a beer or soda.  If not, thanks again!  -Phil"  and I went and taped the
note back to the top of the dryer.

   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.
I said no one had ever done that for me, and thanked her, while I handed her
a beer.  I jokingly asked if she were 18, and she said "Just barely, Phil!"
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, I managed to convince him to spend some time frosh-trim
hunting.  This was *orientation*, after all.

   Marc and I both knew 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 some-
one 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 Media-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; BUT 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 coun-
selors 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, Phil...."  I got hard immediately.

   Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she felt
a little embarassed about it.  So we rolled into the water playfully (I wasn't
about to get up and walk in... sporting a major erection) 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 loved 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, Phil, 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 Chris-
tine 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 glimpse of up-
stairs.  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 some-
thing'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 the outside of 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 en-
courage 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 I'm 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, Phil; 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 also loosened her jeans.

   She pulled my jeans completely off me, carefully freeing my tentpole, push-
ing 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 woman'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, "keep
doing 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, swallowing all of it.

   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 embarassed 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 hottor 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 hard.  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 cock-
head 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 inter-
course, 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 right 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, literally scooped up some of her cum 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.  I pushed my cock up against
her boobs and covered it up with them, showing her how.  She had this funny smile
on her face which implied she hadn't ever doen 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 at the dining hall, hung out and 
did things together once in a while; so we stayed friends.  Fine with me.  I
had other fish to fuck.
---------
	Teasers:
Chapter 3:  Christine
Chapter 4:  My friend Marc's experience
Chapter 5:  My Swedish Sex Bunny (no kidding)
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------