I like to watch boys Masturbate Pt3 The College Years.

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After graduation and summer vacation I headed off to college. At this point I had no idea I would someday become a nurse so I decided I’d take an exploratory year to see where my interest as well as talents lay.

My new roommate’s name was Gloria. She was a somewhat nondescript girl of average height and weight and although I wish I could tell you we were instant friends, that was not the case. Gloria had her own circle of friends whom she had graduated high school with and had gone off to college with in group fashion. I often wondered if they had chartered a bus for the drive from home to the university. She never failed to tell me how she had drawn the short straw and had not been partnered up with one of her cronies. As if I really cared.

Within a few weeks I began to develop my own circle of friends, none of which were males I might add. I had a bad feeling that my sexual persuasions or perversions were drying up faster than the mojave in draught. That’s when I met Angela Gordon.

I was sitting in the library one afternoon idly thumbing the pages of a book on American history when Angela walked in to both the library and my life.

The only word that comes to mind to describe her was “stunning”. She was statues at somewhere around five eight or nine with an hourglass figure. Her amber green eyes sparked, her jet-black hair shinned and her soft pink lips seemed wet. And her breast were, oh well, you get the idea. I was not into girls at all, but I was mesmerized by her enchanting beauty. She looked at me and smiled. I smiled back.

Angela surprised me when she walked over to where I was sitting, pulled a chair up and sat down. She held out her hand and said, “Hi, I’m Angela Gordon”. I shook her hand and said, “I’m Sarah…” and she finished my sentence for me with, “Garner. I know. You share a room with Gloria. I went to high school with her.”

I guess I failed at concealing my feelings because Angela said with a smile, “You’re right. She’s a snobbish jerk. I was coming to this college anyway so I figured knowing a few people in advance would be a plus. That was fucked up thinking”.

I couldn’t hold back a little giggle. “Well, she’s not the friendliest girl I’ve ever met, but she is clean and she doesn’t snore, well at least not real loud”. Now we both laughed.

“Listen, if you’re done with that book let’s go get a cup at the campus shithouse”.

I frowned. “Where?”

“The campus coffee house.”

I closed my book.

Angela and I became fast friends. She was bright and beautiful and so full of energy. She got me into jogging in the mornings and dance in the afternoon. Soon I was losing my summer vacation bulge and toning up really fine. We were spending a lot of time together.

One evening we were sitting around the “campus shithouse” when Angela said, “I don’t see you around any of the guys here. Do you have a boyfriend back home who’s waiting with baited breath for you return?” She grinned, but there was something behind that grin that I couldn’t quite put my finger on.

“You know,” I said, “I’ve never had a boyfriend. There was this guy in high school I spent a lot of time with named John Fuller, but we were just friends.” I paused while remembering the things John and I had done then I added, “with the same interests.”

“Oh,” Angela said and raised her eyebrows! “What kind of interests?”

I was sorely tempted to tell her, but I didn’t want to ruin our relationship with tales of my sorted passed. Instead I just said, “You know, school work and crap like that.” She nodded.

One night after having coffee Angela and I were walking back toward the dorm when she reached down and took my hand. We stopped and she looked at me. I was frozen in place.

“I’ve got an idea I’ve been wanting to run by you for a while,” she said. “Now if you don’t want to I will understand so don’t feel pressured, ok?”

I merely nodded. I didn’t know what her idea could be, but with her holding my hand I was really hoping it wasn’t what I was thinking.

“I’ve been thinking that since you and Gloria are a really bad match for roomies and I’m stuck with her fat ass friend, Rachel, why don’t we let those two have each other and we can share a room?” Again she paused then added, “What do you think?”

My first thought was thank God it wasn’t what I was thinking she was going to say and secondly, “That’s a great idea.