Young Guy Goes To College Ch. 01
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This might be a little long, but I wanted to set the stage. If there are good comments and votes I'll continue
As I sit in class today on my 22nd birthday I have this realization. When you ask most people, "What was the most significant thing that ever happened to you?" they might be able to give you a specific answer. If you ask the same person, "What one day in your life affected you the most?" Most people can't give you an exact date but can tell you what happened. In my case I know all of the details and I am perfectly clear on what day it happened. For me the day that changed my life forever happened exactly four years ago, my eighteenth birthday.
As I look back it seems like it was only yesterday.
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Spring-break.
A perfect time for a boy of 18 to travel to some warm exotic location and have anonymous sex with beautiful girls in bikinis.
I turned 18 four years ago today and instead of being a college freshman at the time I was unfortunately still a high school senior...in a school I hated.
And instead of traveling to some warm and exotic location, I was vacationing in a college town, in Iowa.
And instead of beautiful girls in bikinis, It was so cold (40 degrees at the warmest) that the best I could hope for was to get to see girls in sweatshirts instead of parkas.
Oh yeah, and instead of meeting drunk young college girls that would hopefully help me lose my cherry, I was visiting my sister and her two roommates who for one reason or another had decided to skip the trips to Arizona, Florida, and Cancun to stay in Iowa...don't ask me.
The reason I was up there for this spring break week is my Mom was insisting that I visit the college one more time with the hope that I could find a great job or maybe someone in the financial aid office would know of a scholarship that would help me come here to pursue my nuclear engineering degree. Dad passed away when I was 12 and Robin (my sister) was 14. Dad didn't have much life insurance and what he did have was eaten up by the hospital bills. Mom took the rest of the money and paid off the mortgage so we wouldn't have to worry about money as much.
That was pretty good thinking at the time, but unfortunately because of the crazy world of financial aid regulations Mom could only afford to put one kid through college at a time. Robin is the oldest and she had two or three years to go, so that means I either had to wait on going to school or find a job that would pay for everything. That's tough to do making seven bucks an hour. I was pretty much resigned to living at home to try to save some cash, but Mom insisted that I try one more time, so there I was.
I wasn't too upset. Being at the college for a week meant a week that I didn't have to be around home. Don't get me wrong, I got along great with my Mom, it's just everyone else. I got picked on a bunch back in my high school. I didn't really fit in with any of the social cliques. I was definitely not a jock. At 5'7" and 140 pounds I knew I was never going to be a great athlete. My family didn't have enough money to hang around with the country club crowd. I've never been interested in fixing up cars, so hanging with the gear heads wasn't for me either. The only group that I found any refuge with was the geeks. I'm pretty smart in math and science, but not a genius. My grades in English and history have always been C's, so I was definitely not on the honor roll.
But I'll be honest with you, the reason I got picked on the most is my name. Jacque Rene LaFleur. Yes, I'm a guy and for some God awful reason my parents named me Jacque Rene LaFleur. Usually when your first name sucks you can go by your middle name, or vice versa. But all three of my names suck ass if you're a guy. My Dad was French Canadian and emigrated to the U.S. when he was a kid. He wanted us to be proud of our French heritage, and definitely wanted me to be proud of my name. But LaFleur is French for "the flower", enough said. Rene is the masculine form of Renee in French, but the dumb asses in high school think of it as a girl's name. Jacque wasn't too bad in grade school because I always went by "Jack." But one day in middle school we had a substitute and when she called roll she asked if "Jackie" was here. I tried to correct her and say it was Jack, but to further my humiliation she mistook me for a girl. Long hair, short stature and being thin didn't help when you have a girl's name. I figured I had two months left of high school and then life would get better.
In college, or even just being in a college town, life would be better. It had to. Back then I was thinking "I'm going to enjoy the week with my sister Robin, her really hot roommate Kelly, and her kind of cute bisexual roommate Julie." I knew that Julie was bisexual because the previous winter break when Robin was home I overheard her arguing with her boyfriend Steve. I didn't know what the argument was about (it wasn't too serious because they are still together) but I heard Robin yelling at Steve over the phone, "Maybe I should just sleep with Julie, I'm sure she'll make me cum." I didn't bring it up to Robin at the time, and I thought "hell that happened a long time ago, three months had passed." I just wanted to enjoy the week and my birthday to the fullest.
When I got to the girls' duplex I was in that hyper nervous, super excited mode. I was going to do nothing at least for that first weekend besides get drunk and hopefully finally get laid. Yes, I was still a virgin on my eighteenth birthday. Yes 18 year old virgins still exist. It was about seven o'clock as I pulled into the drive and I remember being greeted by the sound of a very loud stereo. Friday night in a college town, I thought to myself, "I think I could learn to love this." I grabbed my duffel bag out of the trunk and headed up the stairs to their side of the duplex. As I was climbing the steps I slipped on some ice and I went crashing to the ground. Now I wasn't too hurt, my ego was bruised much worse than my leg where I fell, but my bag fell out of my hands. As it crashed to the ground (literally crashed, I had a bottle of tequila stored in there) I thought, "Just great, that bottle cost like 20 bucks." I picked myself up, grabbed my bag and walked up the steps again. I was greeted at the door by Kelly who had a look of indifference on her face as she asked me if I was alright.
Let me describe Kelly. She is absolutely gorgeous. She is about 5'5" weighing 110 pounds with half of that in her d cup breasts. I can clearly remember what she was wearing that night even though it has been four years. A pink ISU t-shirt, no bra (her nipples were like diamonds), pink shorts that said "Angel" across the ass, a smile, and nothing else. I saw that her long blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail as she turned from me and yelled to my sister, "Robin, your brother is here." And she walked away without really inviting me into the house.
I walked into the living room and set my bag on the floor. Julie hollered at me from the couch to not get the floor wet. It is then that I realized how soaked my bag was. I took my bag to the kitchen and opened it up. The bottle of tequila was destroyed and the entire contents of my duffel bag were coated with some really nice booze. I picked through the shards of glass until I think I got rid of it all. Julie walked into the kitchen and said with a smirk, "Way to get rookie."
There are a thousand things that I could have said that would have been witty and appropriate but the only thing that escaped my lips was, "I slipped."
Julie came over to my side and told me not to worry, we could go to the Laundromat tomorrow. Just throw away the broken glass, take off your coat, grab a beer, and have some fun. After grabbing a bottle of Bud Light, I followed Julie into the living room and focused all of my attention on her nice heart shaped ass. This of course was noticed by Julie as she looked over her shoulder about ready to ask me a question. I didn't even notice her looking over her shoulder until she stopped suddenly which caught my attention. "Eyes up here soldier." Now I felt like a total spaz. Not only did I slip on the steps and get all of my stuff soaked, I was just caught checking out my sister's roommate.
It's not my fault, I'm a guy and as I said earlier, Julie is cute. Julie is a bigger girl than Robin, Kelly, or even me for that matter. She is about 5'10" and a little heavier at 165 pounds but the way she carries herself is really spectacular. She might not be the prettiest girl in the room, but she is the one always surrounded by guys trying to talk her up. She always dresses in a real classy way that borders almost on the smutty side, and tonight was no exception. Whenever I've seen her outside the house she is always wearing a dress or a skirt. She is all woman. Knowing that she is constantly horny (according to my sister) and the fact that she is bi got my 18 year old cock stirring.
Julie and I sat on the couch and chit-chatted with me trying to catch an occasional glimpse up her knee length skirt for about 30 minutes as my sister and Kelly kept walking from the bathroom to their rooms trying to keep up with the conversation. I was finished with my second beer and was on my way to grab a refill for Julie and myself when Kelly and Robin came into the living room dressed to kill. Robin had her keys in her hand as she talked to Julie, "Julie. Kelly and I are going out for a bit to The Station, we shouldn't be too late, do you mind keeping an eye on Jack?" Now, normally I would be pissed that I drove all this way to see me sister and as soon as I got there she decided to go out to a bar and leave me at home. I probably should have been pissed because of the way she told Julie to keep an eye on me, I don't need a babysitter! But before I said anything stupid, two things saved me. First my brain kicked in and realized that with Robin and Kelly gone, I might be able to make a move on Julie.
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