There are numerous times in college that people remember. Their first "A", their first time blacking out, their first time with a Brazilian transsexual.......
However, one of the most noteworthy ones is that of one's first college hook-up. Mine was pretty great, and prepare to hear the story of it. All the names have been changed to preserve their identities being revealed.
Coming into college, I was a nervous, low-self confident Freshman who was looking to lose his virginity and become big man on campus. My first buddy "Nate" was lucky enough to know a room where 4 girls were living. Within the first few days of college, we were bonding really well. My buddy Nate had 2 other friends "Greg" and "Seth". With the addition of those two, there were four of us and four girls........"Excellent" I thought in the Mr. Burns voice.
All four of the girls were hot too. The first one we met was "Hannah". She was around 5'0, blonde, beautiful face and fabulous rack. (Side note: I later went on to hook up with her my junior year, but thats another story and another post :) ) The next one was "Emily". Emily was around 5'3, long brown hair, cute face, and nice ass. Alex was the third, being around 5'1 with long brown hair and very very nice tits. She was a butterface for sure, but my freshman mind didn't care. Last was my target "Brittany".
Brittany was around 5'2, long brown hair, nice rack and gorgeous face. On top of that, she had a great sense of humor that matched mine perfectly. At this point, I was the shittiest with women ever. I had only dated a few and never gotten past a blowjob, so I was literally working with nothing.
The following week I worked on Brittany. I don't remember exactly what I did, but I do remember one thing that might have caused her to want my shit. She got sick, and soon after, I did too (we weren't hooking up yet, but we ate dinner everynight together). I left her a note saying something like:
Thanks for giving me Hepatitis A, B, and possibly E. Your subpoena is in the mail
That weekend, all 8 of us were partying in their room. My other 3 friends had completely struck out with all of them but Brittany and I had chemistry, and I was going to be damn pissed if I was going to let it get away!
After numerous shots, we were both hammered. I remember teasing her about something, but then getting jealous when she would talk to other people. Like I said, I was terrible with girls. Fast forward in the night, we are both in the hall talking about something. At this point, I just didn't give a fuck anymore and went for it. I grabbed her head and plunged my tongue into her mouth. To my surprised, she retaliated, quite well too! We made out for a while and then went back to doing whatever.
Nothing else happened that night, but after our friends found out, everyone was giving us shit. At the time, I wanted to date this girl, but unbeknown to me, she didn't. We would hook up every weekend, most of the time just making out. After a few weeks, I moved on to feeling her up and fingering her and making her cum. She was very sexually inexperienced and told me that she had never cum before.
There are several sub-stories of us hooking up, my favorite is that one time we were hooking up on her roommates bed. We were both half naked and her roommate walks in, looking at us, and walks out. She then proceeds to scream at the top of her lungs. We both laughed and went back to making out.
Eventually, this culminated to when we fucked. After some time, she was getting sick of hooking up with me. I had helped her find her now very strong sex drive and she wanted to try out some other guys. In retrospect, I don't blame her. However at the time of, I was pissed. I devised the best plan. I would completely avoid her for a week, and when I came back into my life, she would want me so fucking bad she wouldn't be able to hold back.
Looking back on it now, I laugh. However, it worked! I didn't see her all week. I lied to all my friends and told them I had an insane workload and would be a ghost all week, but that weekend we were all getting hammered. All week I ate by myself, avoided all my friends, and updated my facebook to look like I was awake all night.
That weekend I see everyone and they are ecstatic that I'm back. Many shot later, I go up to Brittany and ask her if she missed me. She looks me up and down and says "YES!" and we begin to make out in front of everyone. I told her we were going to go back to my room. After a little hesitation, she said yes. I bring her back to my room and throw her down on my bed. Within 5 seconds we are both completely naked and touching each other. As I'm fingering her, I begin to go down on her. I was licking her clit while fingering her and driving her crazy. She was screaming at the top of her lungs that she was cumming and Im sure all my neighbors heard.
Afterwards, I put on a condom and proceeded to attempt to insert into her. Remember, I was a virgin so I was trying to figure out what the fuck to do. After around 3 solid minutes of fumbling around, I finally hit the sweet spot. I pushed in and realized the amazing feeling of pussy. The irony of the story was that I was actually nervous as hell, so I didn't really feel much. I pounded her for an hour straight until she told me it hurt her. I got up, took the condom off and laid next to her. I thought I was the fucking man!
Naturally, 2 minutes after taking off the condom, she must have realized I took her virginity and started freaking out. She abruptly left, on the verge of tears while I just laid there staring at my ceiling thinking "Fuck yeah man! I fucking did it!".
The next few days were filled with awkwardness. I didn't tell anyone that we had sex and I don't think she did either. Taking each others virginities made me really fall for her, but apparently she was freaked out that we fucked and wanted nothing to do with me.
To make a very long story short, I said "Fuck it" and moved on to bigger and better things.
We are still friends to this day. Ironically, this experience made out friendship stronger and safer. Since I've already fucked her, I have no real desire to do so anymore (Especially after seeing all her emotional baggage). We are platonic now, and I use her as social proof.
Moral of the story: Sex rocks.