It occurred to me that I should write more about my sex life in college, which was not all that much, but nevertheless. After my first tryst that I told you about, I had a long period of involuntary abstinence. I lived in a dorm for the first two years, and the rooms were pretty small, and I remember long nights of myself jerking off to the flickering screen of my clumsy desktop. I learned a lot of techniques from online sources, and while I never considered my self a geek, I was an engineering major who was not part of a fraternity. It was a big school with lots of attractive girls congregating, and I had no game. I was still underage so I couldn't go to any of the bars on campus, and I had no car. The campus was in the middle of a small college town that emptied up during the summer. I went home for the first summer, but for the second summer I stayed behind to work for a local company as a quantitative analyst for their corporate development division. The internship paid pretty well, enough for me to get a moderately attractive used car. It was also where I met my first girlfriend.
She was 3 years older than me. She was a couple of years ahead of me at the company, just graduated college and working in the marketing division. I ran into her at a company function. It was very awkward that someone who was a full-time worker would approach me, who was clearly younger and insecure about his role in the hierarchy. The company was a regional powerhouse, and had a very conservative culture, and I remember wearing a pretty ugly department store suit at this particular party, while she was wearing a stylish red dress that was made out of a shiny material that I couldn't name. She looked substantially older than most of the college girls that I knew, yet her skin was impeccable. She walked over with a glass of white wine in her hand, and said, "I've never seen you around."
It was gutsy for her to approach me like that. I was at least 5 inches taller than her and a lot heavier--I put on some weight eating unhealthy cafeteria food. She asked me where I was from and so on, and told me that we should hang out and work on this particular project. This didn't make any sense to me because the project itself was unrelated to what I was doing. While I remember some bits and pieces of the conversation, what I really remember was the moment I realized that she was interested in me, and while I was still making conversation I started paying closer attention to her body. I could see her beautiful curves plainly in that dress, and when I looked into her eyes I was thinking about running my hands down her smooth back, over her buttocks, grabbing them and simultaneously feeling that tight grasp when I was inside of her. That is often my thought when I meet an attractive woman, that feeling of smooth, moist tightness around me. Because she was so small, I also had these images of grabbing her and moving her up and down, on top of me. I distinctly remember my own fantastical images, feeling that uncomfortable expansion in my groins, a sense of slight embarrassment tinged with longing, and that almost involuntary clench that tightened my groin muscles and produced some pre-cum on my underwear. I hope she didn't notice the change that happened inside of me. It's interesting how these details come back to you when you write about them. It was a very uncomfortable pair of pants.
It was the middle of the summer and the A/C was full blast, but I was sweating pretty heavily. I made an appointment to see her--an idea came to me while I was fantasizing: the lake. I told her about it but apologized about not having a car. "I'll pick you up," she happily obliged.