Freshman Girl

Freshman Girl
By: DamonX ([email protected])

“No. No. No. Maybe if I was drunk. No. No.”

Reaching my hands up and placing them lazily behind my head, I reclined
against the large oak tree at my back and continued to check out the
steady stream of girls walking past me.

“No.Yes. No.” I said to myself, as a trio of eighteen year olds made
their way past, casting a few flirtatious glances my way.

I loved the beginning of the College year. No studying, the weather’s
nice, and best of all, the place is filled with new impressionable
freshman girls. I think deep down inside, that’s what made me decide to
come back to complete my Master’s degree. Not a thirst for knowledge or
a desire to make more money (although that was a nice bonus), but to
get one last chance to de-virginize a few young coeds. I was however, a
little disappointed at the new crop so far. I had been sitting by that
oak tree for almost an hour and I had only picked out a handful of
decent girls.

“Oh well,” I muttered to myself, standing up from the soft grass. “Let’s
see how the dorms are.”

It was getting late in the day and I still had a lot of unpacking to do
so I decided to head back to my room. As I neared my building I noticed
a cute little blonde girl holding a large box and struggling with the
door. I quickened my pace to make it in time to play the part of the
gentleman.

“Here,” I said, sliding my key into the door. “Let me get that for you.”


“Thanks,” the girl said quietly, still struggling with the load in her
arms.

I held the door open as she walked through, stumbling forward as the box
began to slip from her hands.

“Whoa,” I said, grabbing the box and preventing her from falling flat on
her face. “Why don’t you let me help you with that.”

“Oh it’s okay,” she said meekly, regaining her footing and pulling the
box out of my arms.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.”

“Don’t be silly,” I said snatching the box back. “You look like you’re
about to die. What floor are you on?”

“Three.”

“Perfect. Me too.”

With that, I took off up the stairs.

“So what’s your name?” I asked as the girl followed close behind me.

“Nicole.”

“Hi Nicole, I’m Damon.”

“Nice to meet you,” she replied softly.

I could tell she was quite shy.

“First year?”

“Yeah,” she said. “How can you tell?”

“You freshmen stick out like a sore thumb around here,” I returned,
flashing her a smile.

Nicole smiled a little herself, and turned away slightly as her face
began to turn a light shade of red.

She was cute. Not hot, but definitely cute. She was short, about 5’2,
with shoulder length blonde hair and a round, cherubic, innocent
looking face.

“Okay, I said as we reached the top of the stairs. “Lead the way.”

Nicole walked past me and made her way down the hallway towards her
room. As she walked, I continued to check her out. She was a little bit
round, but definitely not enough to be considered chubby. Her breasts
were fair size and her ass looked great in the pants she was wearing.
Round and plump, it still looked firm as it fought against the tight
material hugging her curves.

“Well, this is me,” she said stopping in front of one of the doors.

I walked in and set the box on the bed.

“There you go,” I said, taking a quick glance around. “If you need any
more help I’m just down the hall in room 325.”

“Thank you”, she said smiling coyly.

“No problem. Maybe I’ll see you tonight. There should be some good
parties.”

“Okay,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”

I smiled to myself as I left Nicole’s room and headed towards my own.
This was going to be easy!

* * * *

After I got back to my room, I unpacked the rest of my stuff before
calling some friends. As it turns out they were going to a party off
campus, and after a few minutes of persuasion they convinced me to go.
I quickly got dressed and headed out to meet them, stopping briefly to
knock on Nicole’s door.

I gave the door a few raps with my fist but there was no answer.

“Oh well,” I thought to myself. “I have all year.”

The party turned out to be a bust. The house was tiny and too packed to
even move. There were hardly any girls there and the one that were
there, all seemed to have boyfriends. Nevertheless I was still quite
intoxicated when I decided to leave early. After saying goodbye to my
friends I took off, embarking on the 30 minute walk back to campus. By
the time I reached my building I was still feeling the effects of the
alcohol, but had sobered up considerably. All around, I could hear the
sounds of people partying, making me feel a little lame for packing it
in so early.

When I reached my room I had barely put the key in the hole when a voice
yelled out to me from down the hall.

“Damon!”

I turned to see Nicole making her way towards me, with one hand on the
wall for support. It looked as though she had had maybe a bit too much
to drink, but I could tell she wasn’t in pass-out mode yet.

“Hey cutie,” I said as she approached me. “How was your night?”

“Good,” she said. “I’m a little drunk though!”

“Yeah I can tell,” I said with a laugh.

Nicole had changed her clothes from earlier and was now wearing a little
pink skirt with a white tank top. She had also put make-up on and was
looking even better than before.

“So what are you doing now?” I asked, opening my door.

“Nothing. Just looking for something to do.”

“Want to come hang out for a while?”

“Sure!” she said enthusiastically, skipping into my room and sitting
down on my bed.

Closing the door, I walked over and put on some music.

“So did you have fun?” I asked, sliding onto my bed beside Nicole.

“Yeah it was ok,” she answered. “I did something bad though.”

“Really? What?”

“I kissed a guy.”

I let out a laugh and slumped back on the bed. Nicole turned and glared
at me with a fake scowl.

“What’s so funny?” she demanded trying not to crack a smile herself.

“Nothing. It’s just that I wouldn’t describe a kiss as something “doing
something bad.”

“I think my boyfriend would though,” she said reverting back to the shy
girl I had met earlier that day.

“Oh you have a boyfriend?” I asked, trying to hide my disappointment.

“Yeah. We’ve been going out since like grade 9.”

“Wow. That’s a long time.”

“It is. That’s why I feel kind of bad for kissing that guy tonight.”

The was a bit of an awkward silence before I spoke.

“Don’t worry about it,” I said nudging her playfully with my foot.
“You’re in college now.