First Quarter Freshman Year

by Chris

I first met Erica the third night after I arrived in the dorms my freshman year. Nobody told my roommate about putting some tape over the keyhole in the door, I guess, 'cause when I opened the door and turned the light on there they were. At least they were under the covers. I backed out stammering and closed the door again. I was halfway down the hall before I realized I hadn't turned off the light.

I wandered down to the lounge and studied some. Keith eventually wandered in and quietly let me know she was gone now, and I went back to the room and went to sleep wondering how they'd been. I wasn't a virgin, but two times isn't a whole lot either, and I still wondered how it worked sometimes. I didn't see her the next day or at all again during orientation, I guessed that it had been a short fling. Except for making sure the dorm advisor told Keith the trick with taping the door handle, that was that.

...until the first day of class. 8 am science-track calculus was a real shock, two cups of coffee hadn't even sunk in yet by the time class was going. When it was all over, I put my books away and stood up to leave and there she was, two rows behind me. Middle height, pretty round face, brown hair and nicely built but not too big anywhere, and as there as she had been in Keith's bed. She didn't notice me for a second, then she did, and blushed as badly as I must have been. I turned around and walked away quickly. The rest of the day I wondered what section she would turn out to be in, not sure if I wanted to deal with her being in mine. Sure enough, at 3:30 she showed up at the section meeting. We avoided eye contact and sat several seats apart. I was hoping that this would get easier after a little while.

The next week I met Lisa, and that night we went to a party at one of the sororities and both got very drunk and ended up at her apartment. We were both excited and fell into her bed almost immediately, but as soon as I had her clothes off she fell asleep. I stared at her for a few minutes, disappointment percolating with the alcohol, then I collapsed next to her.

She couldn't remember anything the next morning and was convinced we'd done it, and for some reason terrified. She alternately hung onto me and hid in her bathroom. I was pretty sure our mutual hangovers had something to do with it. By early afternoon she had recovered enough to remember that we hadn't, and she relaxed. We skipped our classes, had breakfast at 2pm, and agreed to see a movie on Saturday.

In the meantime, classes rolled on, homework piled up and was slowly finished, and dorm life became interesting. It was a co-ed dorm, and all sorts of things were happening as everyone learned to live with each other. Our nextdoor neighbors, two apparently straightlaced women, had a raucous party Friday night that ended with what seemed like several hours of them and their guests having a not really quiet orgy. Keith and I were both somewhat scandalized the next morning when we found out that four of the five people involved had been women. It was turning out to be a very big world, nothing like I'd been expecting.

The movie that evening turned out to be such a bomb that Lisa and I couldn't even cuddle or kiss while watching it. We left after a while and wandered up to a park nearby, found a quiet dark bench, and spent the next hour making up for the movie. It wasn't at all sex, but it was very satisfying, and when I finally walked Lisa home she told me she wanted to see me again, and smiled.

The next week I stopped paying Erica any extra attention, and she had apparently gotten over her problems too. Lisa and I dated for three weeks, never going all the way but enjoying ourselves a lot. At the end of it, Lisa decided she didn't really love me enough to want us to become lovers, but she still liked being around me. We stayed friends ever since. I reluctantly started looking for someone else to date.

That weekend I didn't get anywhere with anyone. The next weekend I invited a woman in my english class to a party at a nearby dorm. We had fun at the party but no more than that. The weekend after that, and the one after that, I was without any luck at all. The only interesting incident was that two of my floormates, one of the nextdoor girls and one of the guys from down the hall a little, were caught fucking in the shower. I was too busy studying for the first set of midterms to spend much effort on my social life for a little while.

The next week we took the midterms and by weeks end I was realizing again. I spent most of that weekend asleep. The next monday we got the results of the calculus midterm back. I walked out of section with my graded exam acutely aware that college was going to be harder than high school. As I paused by a vending machine, Erica wandered by and saw my test. "Which section did you blow?," she asked, eyeing the score.

"Umm, the proofs and derivations section," I replied a bit nervously.

"I never got that in high school calc. But it made sense to me this time through."

"Well, I guess it still doesn't make sense to me."

She smiled. "You'll get it. Study it a little more this week, you'll probably figure it out."

She was wrong. I was really nervous about it too, because this professor had said that a lot of that material was going to be on the final, and I didn't know it at all. I didn't get it after asking about it in section, I didn't get it after studying it at night, and I didn't get it by the next weekend. I got my other studying done, but this was really starting to worry me. Saturday night, Kevin insisted that I come relax at a frat party he was going to, and after that week I needed it.

After three or four beers I ended up with a glass of some vile- tasting hard drink and was wandering around sipping it really slowly when I ran into Erica. She was totally blasted, with couple of the brothers eyeing her. She saw me and her face lit up a little. "Chris!," she slurred, escaping the fraternity brothers and wandering over to hold onto my shoulder. "Let's go outside for some fresh air," I suggested. She nodded and tottered out with me. We ended up on a balcony, leaning on the railing, looking over the street. "How're you doing?," she asked after catching her breath a little. I laughed. "Still don't understand the proofs section. I wasted all week on it too."

"Thats too bad," she mumbled. "It's really easy..." and she proceeded to explain it all to me. I was drunk enough that it sort of made sense at the time. When she was done she looked around at the party and frowned. "I should go home now. Are you safe?" "What do you mean by safe?"

"If I ask you to help me home and don't want you coming into my bedroom when we get there are you safe?"

"Uhh, yeah."

"Ok, let's go then."

I took her back to her dorm and helped her up the stairs, and when we reached her room she said thank you and I left her there. Then I wandered off to my dorm building and collapsed myself.

Next monday, at 7:55 I was unpacking my notebook in the calc lecture room when she tapped me on the shoulder. "Thanks for saturday night. Did you get anywhere with the proofs?" "They didn't make as much sense when I sobered up, but I got a lot closer. Thanks. How come you're here and whats-his-name is lecturing?"

She laughed. "Thanks, I think. What're you doing for lunch?" I started to mumble something about toxic dorm food and decided not to. "Nothing, why?"

"Do you like chinese?"

"Sure. You found somewhere good around here?"

"No, but it's better than nothing."

Faced with the choice of poisonous dorm food on one hand or Erica and passable chinese on the other, my choice was easy. "Where is it and when do you want to meet?"

We met at 11:30 at the place she'd found. It was downstairs, dark, and you could smell the MSG when you walked in the door. But after nearly two months of dorm food and pizza and Dennys, it was a step up. And the pot stickers were actually pretty good.

Erica talked about what she'd done in high school, her swimming team and cross country running. I told her about my scuba and sailing, the debate team, my parents pets. She explained her burning interests in particle physics, and listened to mine in computers and cosmology physics. She told me about her pet cats and I told her about the dolphin that kept nipping my butt during my summer dives. By the time we were done talking, we'd missed our section and had to hurry to turn in our homework to the TA's box before 5. After we were done with that we wandered over to my dorm to eat dinner.

About halfway through, Keith came in and noticed us sitting together and got a wierd look on his face. After dinner, we exchanged phone numbers and Erica went back to her dorm and I went back to mine, and Keith kept looking at me strangely. I didn't want to talk about it, and I guess he didn't either.

Tuesday night Erica called and we talked for a half hour about all sorts of things. Wednesday we had math class, and we both were busy in section with a quiz the instructor gave out. Afterwards, she had to meet some friends but she asked me to call Thursday. I did, and we made a date for Friday night to go see an action movie double bill at a nearby theatre. I'd never seen a John Woo film before and two of them and Erica along were quite an experience. She jumped at explosions, screamed quietly at some of the shootouts, and grabbed me and held me tight for most of the movies. I didn't mind at all.

When it was over, we went back to her dorm room and talked for a while. Her roommate came in briefly, picked up a handbag, and left again. Watching her go, Erica smirked. "Won't be seeing her until Monday. She's got a couple of Sigmas she's playing with this weekend."

We ended up on her bed kissing. After a while of kissing, I reached into her shirt to rub her back. After a few minutes of that, she sat up and took her shirt off, then turned around and lifted her bra off. "Let's see what you can do with these," she prompted, smiling.

I wasn't all that experienced, but I figured that rubbing and cupping both of them was a good thing to do. She smiled and closed her eyes, sitting up and tilting her head back and moaning a little when I rubbed her nipples. By this time I was getting very hard in my pants. I stopped rubbing her and took off my shirt, and was reaching for my pants when she smiled and stopped me. "Not so fast, let me do something first."

I was straining the zipper, so this sounded like a bad idea to me, but she quickly ended that problem when she unzipped my pants for me. I helped her get them off, and my boxers, and she toyed with my penis with her hand. I reached over for her pants but she shook her head. "First things first, Chris." She stopped stroking my cock and bent over it. Nobody had ever given me a blowjob before, when she closed her lips around me I melted onto her bed.

I closed my eyes and just let her do it, felt her tongue circle the tip of my cock, felt her stroke up and down and tongue the ridge down the bottom of it. She took me in and kissed and licked and slurped and finally I groaned "I'm going to come," and she paused for a second, smiled, and took me in again until I came in her mouth, her slurping up my stuff loudly and stroking my stomach with her hand. I'd never had an orgasm that good before, and I was lying there panting for several minutes. She turned around and curled up next to me, putting her face into the side of my neck and nibbling a little. "Pretty good, you didn't just pop right off," she said, holding me tight, and when I'd recovered a little I kissed her again and she held me and we went to sleep a little while later.

The next morning we both woke up cranky. There is something about the first time you sleep in a bed with someone that never works right. I thought she'd shoved me into a corner of the bed, she thought I'd tossed and turned too much. But when she stood up to find a shirt to wear to breakfast, I saw the sunlight coming in through the window shine on her hair and sparkle in it, and I decided there were worse things than being confined to one corner of the bed.

After breakfast she wanted to do a little shopping, and we both needed showers, so she said to meet her back at her room at three. I went back to my dorm and showered and changed and did a little studying. A little before three I headed back over to her dorm, anticipation building.

She opened the door to her dorm room wearing a tiny mostly see- through bra and g-string, and I went from anticipating to full-on hard. Both of her nipples stood out through the material, and she must have been excited, they both were erect. She dragged me through the doorway and closed it behind me, smirking a little. Before I could think of anything to say she smiled and rubbed my chest through my shirt. "Last night was for you. Today is for me. Do you like my new clothes?," she smiled, rubbing up against me and my hardening crotch.

"They're fabulous. What do you want me to do for you?"

She smiled and lay down on her bed. "I'm on the pill, and I guess you don't have any diseases. Go ahead and do whatever comes to mind," she finished, stretching out full length.

I took my clothes off first, then undid hers slowly. She just lay there, stretching out on the bed and eyeing me. I kissed her, and kissed her again, and then reached down to stroke her nipples as we kissed. She shuddered a little when I did that, and I stroked both nipples for several minutes. Then I reached down lower, past her hair, and felt for her opening. She sighed and kissed me as I found the right spot and slowly worked a finger in. She started to pant as I worked it in and out. It got wetter and wetter, and after a couple of minutes I pulled my finger out and spread her legs apart. She pulled me onto her, and after a little fumbling my cock found the right hole. I started to fuck her gently, but she started to buck back, and we took each other faster and faster, moaning and pumping. She started to repeat "Tell me when you're going to come tell me tell me..." as we fucked, and finally I felt it coming and said "Now!," just before I started to spurt. She tightened up and as I came she did too, which I'd never felt before. As she tightened up and contracted she stimulated me and I came again a few seconds later, shuddering and losing all muscle control, collapsing onto her. She kept contracting and moaning for a minute, whispering "Yes Yes Yes" all the time. It was several minutes before I could move, and we stayed holding each other for several hours. I pulled in her smell, her feel, and held her, and eventually we fell asleep for a while.

Several hours later she got up and started searching around the room for something. I just watched, watching her breasts sway as she moved, watching her face and her hair and her body and smiling. She caught me watching after a little while and smiled back, and turned to face me with her back to the closet door. "Like what you see?," she said, running her hand up the curve of her body to her breast, then down again to her vagina to stroke it lightly. I smiled and nodded. She got a wicked grin and went back to looking around.

A couple of minutes later she found it, a pair of handcuffs. I'd fantasized about them and this was starting to blow my mind. She walked over with the cuffs and a couple of pairs of keys, and a wicked grin. "Like this idea?"

"Yeah, what do you want me to do with them?"

"Put them on yourself. You first, me later."

I balked... My fantasies had never included me being the one bound up. I wasn't sure I wanted to say no to anything she suggested right then though, so I just sat there tongue-tied for a minute until she reached behind me and cuffed my hands back there. It felt a little tight, but as soon as she did it she reached down and started playing with my cock. It had already hardened up a lot watching her searching and teasing me, and this brought it to full attention. After a minute, she stopped and got up. She opened a drawer in her dresser, and pulled out a large vibrator. She pushed me back on the bed a little, and lay down with her head poised over my waiting cock. Then she smiled and turned on the vibrator and started to stroke herself and lick me.

I could see she was enjoying herself a lot, and her technique on me was great, so good that I forgot about my increasingly sore hands and just let it happen. She stroked herself and sucked and licked me for twenty minutes as I watched, finally I felt it building up and then starting to come. This time she came up off me and my come spurted out all over my legs and her bed. She giggled a little at that and turned to give me a perfect straight on view of her cunt as she rubbed the little blue vibrator over it. After another ten minutes she came again too, moaning and bouncing the bed up and down. As we both came down from the high, my right hand really started to ache, and I had to ask her to uncuff me right away. When she got them off, I saw that there was going to be a bruise on my wrist, and I spent the next half hour rubbing it and wiggling my fingers. Once I was sure it wasn't really damaged, we went back to cuddling, and fell asleep shortly thereafter.

That night we slept a lot better together. I woke up around sunrise, but Erica was still snoozing away, curled up with her back to me. I just laid there for a while, then reached over and stroked her back a little. She didn't wake up, but she straightened up some and snuggled a little closer. I reached around her and gently started to play with her nipple. I could hear her breathing change, but she still wasn't awake. After a few minutes of this, I had gotten very excited, and my cock was stiff and rubbing up against her. I wondered if she was excited enough, if I could find the right spot from behind, and I reached down to see. There it was, right in front of my cock, and she was already excited and wet. I guided myself in gently, then started to pump slowly. After a couple of minutes, I was really turned on and started to speed up.

She moaned and I could feel her reach down, then back to me, and she woke up as I pumped into her. She was breathing hard, and she started to whisper to me "Fuck Me Fuck Me", which I was happy to continue. She got very wet and slippery, and the position coming in from behind with her legs together was very tight. A couple of minutes after she woke up, I felt the tightening begin and then I came, pumping it into her as I did, and she cried out with each spurt. When I was done, I pulled out and she rolled over and held us tight together. After a few minutes she pulled back, smiled, and said "That was a wonderful way to wake up." Several kisses later, we got out of bed, cleaned up a little, and went down to breakfast.

That afternoon we waited until the bathroom activity was at a lull and snuck in to the shower area together. After lathering each other up and much slippery body contact, Erica pinned me to the wall and guided herself onto me. The water showering down on us and the extra slick skin made for a short but intense encounter, and we kissed and moaned and screamed quietly down each others throats a couple of times before we melted away from each other. We cleaned up and made it back to her room without attracting any attention, where we collapsed on her bed and giggled for a while.

About five, her roommate wandered back, smelling like alcohol and sex and sweat, and collapsed in bed. At that point I decided to beat a retreat and leave, but Erica let me steal a long parting kiss. I don't know what my face looked like, but if the sparkle in her eyes was any reflection of it we were both estatic.

When I woke up Monday morning I realized with a start that this was the prep week before the final set of midterms. My fantasies of the previous night of spending most of this week in bed with Erica were not to be realized. I made it to calculus on time, and Erica arrived right at the beginning bell wearing a long black dress I hadn't seen before. Its neckline plunged to depths which would have inspired imagination even if I hadn't seen what lay below, and several other people were thinking the same thoughts I was. She sat down next to me and leaned over to kiss me, incidentally giving me a wonderful view down her braless chest. We shared a quick if enjoyable kiss, I supressed my pangs of jealousy about the looks she'd gotten from the other men in class, and we started in taking notes. When class was finally over, she told me she had to run off to a meeting with a professor, but she wanted to meet me for lunch at the chinese place again. When she arrived there, we started talking again, unconcerned with the impending exams, stirring our fried rice and our mandarin chicken.

This time we made it to section, reviewed some of the earlier materials, and then talked briefly afterwards. Her roommate was going to be home all night, and Erica thought we needed to study some for the exam. I agreed: If anything, I needed it more than she did.

The rest of the week was the same. Contacts, smiles, flashes of intimacy, but not enough time spent together. I thought about studying with her and decided against it. I was too likely to get distracted. I stayed up to all hours working on the materials for the upcoming exams.

Finally Friday wheeled around and Erica dragged me up to her room after dinner. I wasn't expecting a pop quiz on the study materials in math. I was expecting to spend the weekend studying and doing final preparations for the midterm. That was cut short: when she was done, she announced I was ready for the midterm. Then she smiled slyly and informed me that her older cousin who lived in town was going to be gone for a week and needed someone to housesit. Would I like to help housesit this weekend with her?

Any thoughts of the midterm flew out the window. Half an hour later we pulled up at the mid-sized house on a hill overlooking campus and the rest of the area. Erica showed me around, especially the hot tub in the small back yard. We were both pretty tired, but we stripped down and turned on the tub, and spent the next hour relaxing and cuddling in its steaming water. Afterwards we were too tired to do anything sexual, but we collapsed in the bed in the guest bedroom and had a good nights rest.

When I woke up Erica was already up. I put on a bathrobe and wandered downstairs, only to find her standing nude in the kitchen making oatmeal. I was still groggy from sleep, but we gave each other a intimate kiss and hug, then ate our oatmeal.

By the time I was done I was more awake and appreciating her open beauty more and more. "Hi," I said invitingly, staring at her with an evil look in my eyes. "Hi," she said back, leaning back against the kitchen counter and twisting slightly to show off. I stood up and walked over to her, shedding the bathrobe and taking her into a deep embrace and kiss. A minute later, stroking her body, I suggested "Let's go upstairs."

"Let's not," she said, boosting herself up to sit on the counter, legs wide open. I was nicely stiff, and she guided me in without another word.

The hottub and good nights rest away from studying had energized both of us. I pumped into her, thumping my legs up against the counter. She rocked her butt back and forth on the counter, pumping her hips as I pumped, rocking against me and moaning "Yes Yes Yes" as I moaned and pumped her. I stretched and pumped, and we both worked up a sweat, and she came once, grinding against me and wrapping her legs around me as she cried out and shuddered. She came and held me tight up against her, she came and bit my shoulder harder and harder, she came and I could smell her smell and she came and finally I came and she moaned and held me and we both shuddered.

Once we relaxed enough to unentangle ourselves, I suggested we relax in the hot tub again. I'd gotten a reasonably good look at the back yard the previous night, and was pretty sure it was private enough to tub nude during daytime. Erica disagreed. "No way, no, don't even think about it," she objected. I shrugged and walked out on the back porch anyway. Sure enough, none of the neighbors yards could see the tub at all. I hopped in and started some serious relaxation.

Erica wandered out a few minutes later wearing my robe, and wandered over to the hottub. She looked around for a long time. "It's fine," I said, waving around. "Nobody can see a thing." "Uh huh," she replied, making sure herself before she finally stripped and slid into the water herself. Something made her touchy about that, but I didn't feel like prodding her about it right then. After a half hour. we were both well done and wandered back into the house.

We spent the rest of the day watching TV, listening to the radio, and talking. Right after lunch, I asked her why she'd gone out with Kevin in the first place, and then dumped him right afterwards.

"He's a jerk and he's not any good in bed, and he knows it and it makes him more of a jerk."

"How good am I?"

"Good enough, lover," she smiled, wandering over to lie next to me on the couch, and we spent the next couple of hours exploring each others bodies. She was very sensitive in the small of her back, and I turned out to have some erogenous zones I hadn't thought might exist either. We relaxed and enjoyed each other in sensual ways and when we got hungry we cooked up some pasta and munched it together.

After dinner I stayed downstairs for a little while watching the news, while Erica headed upstairs. After the newscast I wondered what she was doing, and walked upstairs. There was some light coming from the master bedroom, and I walked over to see what was happening. When I walked in I saw the candles burning, lighting the room softly. Erica was lying on the futon, partially covered by the blanket, the candle light flickering on her face. She smiled as I walked in, and I walked over to her and lay down and held her and kissed her. She smiled, the light touching her gently, and rolled me over on my back. Then she climbed on top of me and held me until I was hard, then guided herself onto me. I just lay there, feeling, as she rode me back and forth, her mouth gently forming the sounds of pleasure, until after who knows how long she began to come and then I did and she shuddered as I did.

The candles all burned down by morning. We woke up and held Erica in a beam of sunlight coming in the window, and she smiled and laughed. "I love you," I said, and she responded, "I love you." That morning I made pancakes. I burned one, and I made a bunch of them too small and a couple too big, and Erica laughed and ate them no matter how badly I mangled them. As I was finishing up the dishes, Erica snuck up behind me and hugged me, and I turned and kissed her and we held each other for a long, long time.

We spent most of the rest of the day cleaning up the house, I started to study, but Erica said I was going to get too worked up about it and started a pillowfight to stop me, which ended that idea. When we finally drove back down to campus, I was relaxed and hoped I was ready for the exam. Erica was nearly glowing.

Monday morning and the midterm came. When I walked in, I was pretty confident that I had it beaten. When I walked out, I was afraid I'd made a terrible mistake. Erica's offer of lunch didn't appeal at all, and I ended up at the dorm, wondering if I'd made a serious mistake not studying more. They were supposed to announce the results on Wedsday, so I started counting down the hours.

Class was cancelled that morning, so we just had the section meetings to get the results. When I showed up, I was nearly convinced I'd failed, and Erica could see it in my face. I think she wanted to help, but I didn't want her nearby right now and told her so much. She sulked on the other side of the classroom as the exams were handed out and the grading curve described. Combined with my my previous exam, I was now solidly in C to C- territory. I've never been an academic superstar, but this was not good at all. I had a scholarship I might be eligible for next quarter if I kept my GPA over 3.0, and it was looking like this would pull it down below. In short I was totally stressed about this.

Erica came up to me afterwards and asked how I'd done. I walked away without answering, not wanting to blow up in the middle of the hallway. She followed me and waited until we were outside and a little away from anyone, then asked again. "I got another C! I'm going to nearly fail this fucking class because you wanted another weekend getaway! No chance at that scholarship! Leave me alone!" She just stood there while I stormed off.

It was three weeks until finals. I studied. I stopped partying entirely. I worked the homework problems until I had them backwards and forwards. I stopped paying any attention to Erica, and she started avoiding me in the classroom, staying as far away as possible. I lived, ate, breathed, and only irregularly slept calculus. Kevin thought I was going nuts, My parents wanted to know why I wasn't calling anymore , and I was a total wreck. Even Lisa, whom I'd been sharing afternoons at a cafe every few days, didn't want to be around me right then.

The calculus final was in the first group, and I had to stay around for some later ones, so I had the chance to check out my scores before I went home for christmas. The professor had a sheet up with the student ID numbers and final exam scores on it. When I saw it, I almost couldn't believe it. 94 percent. Enough for a B-, maybe a B in the class. I was so happy I nearly missed the note. Someone had pinned it up, a simple note with my ID number on it, next to the grade sheet. I took it down and opened it up, wondering what it was.

C. -

It looks like you got your B for christmas. Congratulations. You deserve it. I want to give you another present, but you have to help give it yourself. If grades are more important than people really are, don't bother. If you've changed your mind, you know where you can call for the present.

-E.

I was done with finals at that point. I went back to my dorm room and thought about it for a few hours. Then I had a couple of drinks, which Kevin was glad to join me for now that he was done with finals. Then I thought about it for a while more. Finally I made the call.

"Erica?"

"Yes?"

"I'm an idiot, and I'm a slightly drunk idiot right now, but I think I love you."

"Merry Christmas."