Roommates_(0)

I left my high school sweetheart Sarah behind and moved Southern California to attend a small college in a beach city. Any man who has been to college will tell you that the sex life for a freshman male can be difficult. Add to this the culture shock of arriving in Southern California from a very dissimilar locale which caused me to not fit in very well with most of my classmates.

During the first semester of my freshman year, I did hook up with a pretty, large chested girl from my home town who also found herself lost in SoCal. She gave the most amazing oral sex; sucking so hard that cumming was equal parts pain and pleasure. This oral talent soon made her many male friends over 21 who could buy her alcohol and take her on trips to Vegas, and countless other things that I could not manage at 18 years old. I got lucky with another girl from close to where I grew up who came to my school to visit her cousin, but she was mediocre looking at best, and nothing worthy of writing about.

My second semester started off quite differently. I walked into the first day of General Chemistry, and for the first time saw Diane. Diane was the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. She had raven black hair, olive colored skin, and stood 5’11” tall. She was slender. Model slender. She might have weighed 135 pounds soaking wet, most of which was carried in her height, not her girth. I will never forget what she was wearing the first time I saw her; a white button up shirt with the top two buttons opened, giving a tease of her very slight, A-cup cleavage and a pair of well worn jeans which were tucked into black leather cowboy boots.

I am certain every guy who saw her would say he felt love at first sight, but as I walked into the room and her dazzling green eyes looked me over before returning to her book, I knew I had to get to know her. Diane was sitting in the front row of the classroom, and I usually preferred a seat toward the back of a classroom, but I took the seat to her right. My heart was racing, but I was trying to play it cool and not let her catch me looking at her out of the corner of my eye.

The next few weeks flew by. We greeted each other when we took out seats, occasionally shared an eye-roll at another student’s stupid question or the size of the homework load given by the professor in a Friday class, but I really was not getting anywhere with Diane, and I was feeling a bit frustrated at the lack of progress I had made.

When the first midterm exams were returned the professor announced that one student had put up a perfect exam score, and thus the midterm was not graded on a curve. Almost on cue, the class groaned and small, frantic conversations broke out. When my exam landed on my desk, my eyes grew wide in shock at the 100/100 score scribed on the top of the front page in red ink. Diane noticed too and gave me a rather unfriendly look. I quickly flipped my exam over so no other students would discover that I was the reason their average exam scores would not be adjusted upward.

When I reached the hallway after class, Diane was waiting for me.

“So, did you get lucky or do you really understand all this stuff?” Diane asked.

“I understand it. I mean, I did not know I aced the exam, but I knew I did well. Sorry about the curve.” I said with half a grin as I started walking again.

“Hey, wait a sec.” Diane said. “I’m pre-med. C’s are not going to get me into med school. Would you be willing to study with me?”


“OK,” I said playing it cool, “If you are serious about studying, I will help.” I could not believe my luck!

Diane pulled a scrap of paper out of her purse and scribbled for a few seconds.