Higher Education_(0)

This story is fictitious and is set in the west coast of the USA in the mid-1980’s . This is my first attempt at writing erotic fiction and constructive feedback is appreciated. If responses are positive I’ll post more chapters.



My parents had finally left after saying their goodbyes, leaving me to unpack alone in my new dorm room. They would be ninety miles away now, just far enough that I didn’t have to worry much about surprise visits and close enough I could go home pretty easily when necessary. My new roommate seemed pretty cool, and had wisely stepped out to give my family and I space to move me in. I was on the sixth floor out of eight of this coed dorm. The floors alternated between womens rooms on the odd floors and mens rooms on the even, two students to a room, with one very large communal bathroom on each floor. I was in what was considered the freshman dorm although my roommate had already pointed out the one advantage to the freshman dorm, our windows faced the all-girls dorm right across the street.

Part of the reason I had selected this university was because my high school guidance counselor (bless his heart) had let me in on some little known data about this school, namely that 61% of the approximately 8,000 students were female the previous several years. It also didn’t hurt that my older brother Mitch was attending this same university and had raved about it. He had shown me around the campus when I had visited him the previous spring and the place was truly beautiful, spread over a wooded hilltop overlooking the bay to the west that led to the Pacific. When I asked him about 61% of the student body being female Mitch laughed and said that sounded about right. He went on to joke that college had been “very educational” for him in that regard and that I had a lot to look forward to.

Mitch and I had never been very close growing up and didn’t usually discuss personal matters so it kind of surprised me when he had asked me if I had any of that kind of “education” yet. I lied to him and told him about a drunken hookup at a party with a girl from a different high school that was a story I had concocted for just such an occasion. He seemed to believe me and I made sure to follow up with asking him for details about his “education” to get the conversation moving away from my non-existent sexual resume.

I was so ashamed to still be a virgin and I was almost always really horny but girls scared the hell out of me. I was kind of shy in general but to say I was shy around women was a big understatement. Ever since puberty, whenever I made eye contact with a girl I was attracted to my heart would start beating really fast, my stomach would tighten up, I wouldn’t be able to think and sometimes I would blush. Naturally I learned to cope with it somewhat. I could usually carry on a limited conversation with a pretty lady as long as it was brief small talk but beyond that I was useless. I had made myself ask a couple of different girls out in high school but, because of how I reacted when I was near them, it was very awkward and in both cases I was politely shot down.

I knew that, objectively, I was a little above average looks-wise and my biggest problems were inexperience and lack of confidence. I had forced myself to take weight training for my physical education requirement my senior year at high school. I’d always been a little chubby growing up but now my 5’9″ frame was still pretty lean and muscular even though I hadn’t worked out since graduation. My thick dark brown hair had lightened a bit over the summer as I had been working full time outside washing cars at the hometown Ford dealership to make a little money for school. All that time outside had given me a pretty good tan too so when I arrived on campus I knew that I looked as good as I probably ever would. I just needed to find a way to overcome my fears so I could fulfill my lust.

The next morning I had just made it on time to my freshman orientation class and took one of the few remaining seats in the back of the lecture hall. I got settled in to my seat and everyone quieted down as a stern looking older lady approached the lectern and welcomed us and then began giving a brief history of the university, which I actually found interesting. When she moved on from the history of the university to the various departments and majors offered I lost interest a little bit and, being a perpetually horny 18 year old guy, diverted some attention to truly important matters like the young ladies seated nearby.

As I scanned the seats in front of me I noticed to my delight/dread that the ladies did seem to noticeably outnumber the guys and, as you can imagine, a good portion of the ladies were quite attractive in one way or another. I noticed a few classmates from high school peppered into the crowd too which was oddly reassuring. The orientation lecturer was distributing some papers that were being passed back. While this was going on an acquaintance from high school caught my eye and waved. I gave a little wave back and that must have caught the eye of the young lady that turned around to her right and looked at me. Our eyes met and I immediately felt the intense panic reactions. She was literally one of the prettiest women I had ever seen.

‘Don’t look away’, my inner voice surprised me, although it was like I was feeling my consciousness through a tunnel. This was the strongest reaction to a woman I had experienced in years, maybe ever, I noticed clinically. I could feel my heart pounding and my stomach tighten up. She was so beautiful it almost hurt to look at her. I had to look away, this was too intense.

‘Little smile’, my inner voice prodded. In the state I was in I had somehow achieved a kind of detachment, like I was an observer and not a participant, and one of things I observed is that this gorgeous brunette lady still had her big dark eyes locked with mine. How long has it been?

‘Give her a little smile’, the voice insisted. I somehow made the muscles work and I could feel the corners of my mouth twitch up a little bit. Using my new found detachment I started noticing details without really realizing it until later. She had long eyelashes that seemed like part of a trap to imprison my gaze. Her short dark brown hair was thick with a slight curl, styled in a New Wave fashion that had become popular in the last several years. She had cream colored skin and it looked so smooth as her slender neck met her jaw. Noticing the dark red lipstick contrasting with her pale skin I also noted that she had returned my small smile.

How long have I been staring at her, I wondered, as it seemed like it had been going on for several minutes. As she finally looked down, breaking the spell, the strangest question popped into my head… why would someone with such beautiful skin wear so much rouge?

Now that she had looked away my awareness started returning to what passed for normal in my head. ‘What is wrong with me?’, I thought. She is going to think I’m a total weirdo for staring at her like that! She’ll probably tell all her friends….

My fear-filled reverie was abruptly interrupted by the guy seated to my right who nudged me with his elbow. “Oh my God!”, he whispered as I looked over to see who nudged me. His jostling combined with the handouts now arriving served to fully return my consciousness to normal and gave me a clue as to how much time had actually passed. It had only been a three or four seconds, five at the most. I looked at my neighbor as he handed me one of the handouts and he repeated, “Oh my God!”

I looked at him and was crushed because I immediately realized that the girl must have been looking at him. He was an obviously good looking guy and quite a bit bigger than myself. She was just far enough away that I could have made the mistake, as I have always been a little nearsighted. Hopefully she was too engrossed with him to notice me staring so moony-eyed at her. Realizing I hadn’t replied to my neighbor’s whispered exclamations, I chimed in and tried to be a good sport. “She’s… something”, was all I could manage.

He chuckled knowingly and said to me, “What did you do to make her blush so much?”

“Huh?”, I said stupidly as it now dawned on me that she wasn’t wearing too much rouge. “She was looking at you, wasn’t she?”

“I wish! That was all you, buddy”, he replied while giving me another nudge with his elbow. He seemed like he was excited for me and I had a feeling I had made my first friend at college. “So how did you make her blush like that?”, he asked again.

“I just smiled at her”, I said after thinking about it for a moment. I turned to him and recreated the little smile I had forced out a minute earlier.

He looked at my smile and replied, “Guess it doesn’t work on guys”. We both laughed

“Usually it doesn’t work on girls either”, I muttered.

“Hmpf, I know that feeling. I’m Paul, by the way”, he said, extending his right hand.

“Steve”, I replied, shaking his proffered hand.

“So, you going to talk to her after this?”, Paul asked. It hadn’t yet occurred to me that I should approach her after class until he mentioned it but I knew right away that I would. I had no choice even though the thought of it terrified me.

“A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do”, I said ruefully. Fortunately Paul misunderstood my meaning and thought I was pretending to be put out by having to talk to a gorgeous young lady.

“Awww, poor guy!”, he said with a chuckle. As the orientation wound down I became more and more alarmed at the prospect of going to speak to someone who caused such an intense turmoil inside me. As terrified as I was about approaching the object of my desire I knew I had to see if I had a even a chance with her and I also didn’t want to seem like a pussy to Paul who seemed to be rooting for me. The lecturer dismissed us and everyone stood up almost as one. I looked over towards the girl I had been obsessing over and she was looking right at me again. Our eyes met once more and I could feel it all start to happen again until someone stood up between us.

‘Be a man’, my inner voice said sternly. This somehow spurred me on through my terror and I grabbed my backpack, took a deep breath, and turned to go talk to her. She was now hugging some other guy and they both seemed pretty pleased to see each other. I felt relieved and crushed at the same time as I did an about face and turned to leave. Paul had seen what had happened and gave me a sympathetic look and chucked me on the shoulder, “Figures! Better luck next time, brother”.

A couple of days later I found myself alone in my room after classes. I had already realized that privacy is at a premium living in the dorms with a roommate and that if I wanted to “rough up the suspect” now was probably the best time I would get until I learned more about my roommate’s patterns. I hadn’t jerked it for several days and being surrounded by coeds all the time had made me extremely horny. Figuring I’d make it especially festive, I grabbed the bag of weed my brother had given me and loaded a bowl.

I loved to smoke pot and especially before I masturbated as it seemed to make my cock even bigger and harder. I was getting pretty high sitting by the window, trying to make sure I didn’t reek up the room too much. My roommate knew I liked to smoke and he was cool with it but didn’t partake and I didn’t want rub his nose in it. Just as I was about to drop my pants three soft knocks sounded from the door.

‘Fuck!’, I shouted inwardly and my heart seemed to stop. I couldn’t get busted and kicked out of school so I decided to pretend like no one was home. Three more knocks, a little louder and faster this time. I stayed perfectly still except to cross my fingers and hope whoever it is just went away.

“I know you’re in there and I know that smell”, a young man’s voice said through the door. Just as I imagined the worst he continued, “I’m not here to bust you, I just want a hit or two, ok?” It has to be a trick I thought, until a moment later he said, “C’mon man….”. Somehow, the way he said it, established his credentials as “cool” and I opened the door without even really thinking about it. He quickly pushed in and closed and locked the door.

“Dude, that smells awesome but you’re stinking up the whole floor ya know?”, he was a couple inches shorter than me with brownish-orange hair and a contagious grin.

“I just about had a heart attack when you knocked!”, I was so relieved I wasn’t getting busted.

“Ha! Sorry about that! You should really cover this smoke alarm”, he pointed to the alarm I had totally failed to notice. “You just might get that heart attack when that goes off”, he continued as he snatched up a plastic grocery bag. “Got a rubber band?”, he asked as he pulled out a chair to get up to the alarm. He was still grinning. I was still trying to settle down from the adrenaline rush as I handed him the rubber band. “Push a towel along the bottom of the door will totally help too”, he added helpfully.

“You got it figured out!”, I replied, thinking that he did seem to have put some thought into smoking weed in the dorms without getting caught.

“Yeah, I got my room all set up…”, he paused for a moment and added, “We should just head over there, it’s just the next building over. There’s no RA on my floor either. Give this place some time to air out too…”

He did indeed seem to have it figured out so I grabbed the goodies and my keys and we headed over to the next building which was essentially a clone of the dorm I lived in. As we headed over to his building I learned his name was Ron and he was a freshman also, from one of the larger agricultural towns in the eastern part of the state. He told me his roommate was kind of a straight arrow and didn’t seem to share our enthusiasm for partying but concluded “he shouldn’t be too hard to corrupt”.

We got to Ron’s room (also on the sixth floor) and lo and behold his straight arrow roommate turned out to be Paul, my buddy from orientation.

“You two know each other?”, Ron said as Paul and I greeted each other.

“Yeah, we met at orientation. Hey, this is the guy that made her blush!”, Paul said. I knew who and what he was talking about but wondered how he would have had occasion to tell the tale to Ron. I didn’t wonder long…

“The aerobics instructor?”, Ron wanted to clarify, “She’s so fucking hot!”

“Aerobics instructor?”, I looked at Paul wondering just how stoned I was.

Paul grinned, “Yeah, your girlfriend teaches aerobics in the main lobby a couple days a week”.

“She’s your girlfriend?!?”, Ron looked at me with a mixture of disbelief and disgust.

“Only in his dreams, Ron.”, Paul chuckled, “I’m just giving him a hard time because he didn’t get a chance to talk to her after orientation”. I could already tell I would likely be spending a lot of party time with these guys and the last thing I needed was for them to get their expectations too high as far as girls and I were concerned.

“I haven’t seen her since”, I added, trying not to sound too sad. I had been thinking about her quite a bit since the orientation and had been keeping an eye out for her but had to seem nonchalant in front of my new friends.

“Well, she lives in this building if she’s teaching aerobics here”, Paul observed.

“She’s so fucking hot!”, Ron repeated for emphasis and none of us could disagree.