I had never felt more lied to in my life than at the end of summer before my senior year of college. As a teenager, I had been led to believe by every movie, TV show, and drunk uncle at a sibling or cousin’s graduation party that college was going to be a four-year long non-stop orgy. Yet here I was, 21 years old and a complete and total virgin. To be fair, I knew the “college orgy” fantasy was just a trope Hollywood used to make money and that inebriated relatives with no boundaries used to impress their thirteen-year-old nephews, but I still thought I would have at least some experience by the final year of my studies. Besides, it’s not like I never tried. I went to all the parties, talked to the girls in my classes, but it just never felt like the right moment. I usually got in my own head about it and freaked out, often letting any girl who might have been interested in me slip away in the meantime. By the end of my junior year, I had become so engrossed in my schoolwork that I had practically given up on talking to women in that way. Why waste time doing the same thing I’d always done and end up disappointed, I figured, when I could settle in at the library and work on my research projects? I’m ashamed to admit it, but that summer was not unlike the summers I had in high school; if it wasn’t for my parents’ Costco membership, I would have spent a small fortune on lotion and tissues. It seemed like my senior year was going to be like all the years before it, and, to be completely honest, I was fine with that.

The Fall semester started off like any other. Professors droned on about their syllabi, I spent hundreds of dollars on textbooks I would barely read, and I reconnected with friends I hadn’t seen since the previous year. They talked about the places they visited, the parties they went to, the people they hooked up with. I told them about my summer adventures but, of course, could never match their awesome sex stories. As the first weeks passed by and the real coursework began, I found myself quite content. That was, until, our first test in the history course I was taking. 

The professor was known to be ruthless with grading written response questions, but I never expected to bomb so hard. 

“Yikes,” I said as I turned over the packet the professor had just handed back to me.

“Yikes indeed,” the voice next to me responded. I turned my head, looking to see who it was. Sitting to my right was Lara, a girl I had known since freshman year, but had never really had a real conversation with. We shared a few classes in previous semesters where we talked occasionally, but only ever about the coursework or professor, and never outside of the classroom.

“I’m guessing you didn’t do too hot either, huh?” I said with a sympathetic smile.

“Nope. I should have listened when my friends said to stay away from anything Dr. Johnson teaches,” she replied.

I chuckled and packed up my things, ready to get out of that classroom and take a nap. As I left the building and began walking to the other side of campus, I heard Lara call my name. I turned around and, for the first time in a while, felt that first rush of butterflies in my chest as I looked at her walking towards me in the morning sunlight. Her hair was not quite blonde but not quite brown and danced in the light with a mesmerizing glow. Her skin was naturally pale but still showed her summer tan. I was surprised to see her wearing a plain white shirt without a jacket, seeing as it the weather had already turned a bit chilly. Her boobs had a subtle yet noticeable bounce as she walked, and if I had been brave enough to stare a little bit longer, I might have seen her nipples ever so slightly poking through her shirt. Her jeans hugged her figure, giving her the hour-glass look everyone dreams of. 

“Listen,” she said, her eyes looking directly into mine. “I don’t really know anyone else in that class except you. I was thinking, since you seem smart, could you lend me a helping hand in the future?”

“I… um, well…” I choked on my words, still taking in her beauty. “I don’t know if you saw the grade I got, and you know what they say about the blind leading the blind…”

“I don’t care about that,” she said, cutting me off. “I’ve heard you speak in other classes. I know you’re smart. Dr. Johnson is just a hardass. Trust me when I say this: I need you.” I almost blacked out hearing her utter those three words. Luckily, I managed to stay conscious enough to hear her continue.

 “So, if you’re okay with helping me out, give me your number and we can study sometime or something.”

“Okay, let’s do it,” I said with a smile, trying to play it cool.

“Let’s do it,” she repeated, handing me her phone. I entered my number and watched her walk away. I stood there, frozen, while some sort of primal urge inside me kicked in, shutting off my brain and forcing my legs to catch up to her. My lips, almost as if they had a mind of their own, began to speak.

“Listen, Lara,” I said. “I don’t have any classes for the rest of the day, so, if you’re not busy, we could go over the test we just got back right now.”

“You know, I would love to,” she responded, “but I have another class in a few minutes. I would be down to go over it later this afternoon, though!”

“Sounds great,” I said.

“I’ll text you,” she said with a smile, and walked off. I couldn’t believe what just happened. I tried to take my nap, but I couldn’t sleep. I spent the entire morning waiting for her text. I didn’t care that it was Friday, I would gladly give up my afternoon to study with Lara. Finally at about 2 o’clock, my phone buzzed. 

“Hey, this is Lara :)”

I read over those words, thinking of how to respond. In the past, I would spend over half an hour trying to think of clever ways to respond to texts from girls. However, that instinct that came over me that morning returned, making me respond without a choice.

“Hey! How’s it going?”

It seemed that younger me had never realized how simple responding to a text can be. The gimmicks and jokes I tried to use to make myself seem more clever or funny or interesting almost never got a response with any substance to it. It seemed that now, something was forcing me to just be my own, normal self.

“I’m good! Listen about our study sesh”

“What’s up?”

“I’m thinking we take a rain check”

Oh. 

“I’m okay with that!”

I really was okay with it, even if I felt some disappointment. My phone buzzed again.

“But listen, my friend Marissa (idk if you know her, she’s an English lit major) is throwing a little party tonight and wanted me to invite as many ‘chill people’ (her words, not mine) as I can. I thought you fit the description lol”

Again, without thinking, I replied.

“That sounds awesome, I’ll totally be there! Anything I should wear, bring, etc. ?”

“Just yourself :)”

Any feeling of disappointment washed away. My previous contentment had now been eclipsed by full blown excitement. Lara sent me the details, and I began to think about what to wear.

Before I knew it, evening arrived and I was just about ready to head to Marissa’s. I didn’t tell Lara, but I was actually pretty good friends with Marissa my sophomore year. I texted her to let her know I was coming.

“omg ur the guy?”

“Wdym lol”

“that Lara invited”

“I mean… I am a guy… and Lara invited me… does that make me ‘the guy’ lol”

“omg lol nvm im already kinda tipsy. but im so excited ur coming i havent seen u in forever!”

I stared at those messages for several seconds, wondering what she meant by “the guy.” Why had I suddenly become a celebrity in Lara and Marissa’s friend group? As I sat pondering, my phone buzzed. My Uber was there, ready to take me to Marissa’s.

I arrived at her house and walked up the steps. I took a few deep breaths to calm my nerves and reached for the doorbell. Before I even had a chance to press it, Marissa opened the door and screamed my name.

“You’re here!” she shrieked.

“I am!” I responded. We hugged on the porch and she let me inside. I had never really thought of Marissa as anything but a friend, but I must admit she was beautiful. Her dark brown hair fell into natural, almost effortless curls. She was a little bit taller than me, especially when she wore shoes with any kind of lifted heel or platform. Freckles dotted her face and her lips had a soft shine to them. I could never be sure whether she was wearing lip gloss or not. Her boobs were a medium size, not quite as big as Lara’s. They looked as though they’d fit comfortably in my hands. She smelled of floral perfume. It was a little bit strong for my taste, but I could understand the appeal. 

She grabbed my hand and led me to the kitchen. There were probably around 25 to 35 people who came. It wasn’t as crowded as a frat party, but it did make her small house seem packed. She took a bottle of vodka out of the freezer and poured us a few shots.

“Shots!” she yelled. I laughed. It was hard to be nervous around Marissa. I did my shot and poured another.

“I gotta catch up,” I said. 

After taking a few shots and getting pretty tipsy, I started to mingle. There were a few people I knew, but most were strangers to me. I made my way through the crowded rooms into the living room, where Lara was sitting by herself on the couch holding a drink. She was wearing a low cut top with no bra. Her cleavage was in full view. I could definitely see that her nipples were poking through this time. She was wearing a cute pair of shorts that exposed her thighs and legs. All I could think about was caressing every inch of her. I must have been staring for a while because she waved me over to sit down next to her.

“Hey,” she said with a wide smile, scooting over next to me. Our legs were touching and she was grabbing my arms.

“Hey yourself,” I said. She giggled. I laughed too, as it was, admittedly, a corny line. We stared at each other for what seemed like forever. Just when I decided to go in for a kiss, she started talking.

“I’m dropping Dr. Johnson’s class,” she said.

“Oh really?” I replied. I didn’t expect her to start talking about school in a moment like this.

“Yeah. So that means I probably won’t see you anymore.”

“Is that so?”

“Yeah.” We sat for a second.

“Can I ask you something?” I said, grabbing her hand. She blushed.

“Sure.”

“Did you know you were going to drop his class this morning?” 

“Well, to be completely honest,” she said through a laugh. “I decided last week. I actually submitted the form to drop yesterday.”

I looked at her with a grin. That meant that she made up the studying as an excuse to get my number. Without saying another word, I leaned in and kissed her. After a few seconds, I pulled back and looked at her. I felt a hunger I had never felt before. Before I had a chance to do anything else, she kissed me again. We were passionately making out on this couch within a few seconds. We would have kept going, if Marissa’s voice hadn’t interrupted.

“Lara, you know where my bedroom is.”

Lara grabbed my hand and led me down the hall. We entered Marissa’s room, which smelled faintly of the same perfume she was wearing. I grabbed her and pushed her to the bed, resuming what we had started in the living room. My hands began to wander up and down her body. I wanted to feel her skin against mine.

“Can I take this off?” I asked, grabbing her top.

“Please,” she begged. I took her top off her and my own shirt off as well. Her tits were more beautiful than I could have ever imagined. They had faint tan lines where her bikini was over the summer. They were large, but sat firmly on her chest. I couldn’t help but keep making out with her as I grabbed her beautiful breasts with my hands. Before I knew it her shorts came off. She was completely naked on the bed. She reached for my belt and began to take off my pants.

“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “You should know…” I hesitated.

“Know what?”

“This is my first time.”

“Like… your first time… ever? With a girl?”

“Yes.”

She paused.

“That’s okay. I’ll help you through it.” She undid my belt and took off my pants. My cock was already rock hard. To be honest, I was surprised I hadn’t already cum in my underwear. She began stroking it with a soft touch.

“Is this okay?” she asked. I simply nodded my head. She spit in her hand and stroked it some more. I moaned in pleasure. Just her handjob was going to make me cum. 

“Stop, I don’t want to cum yet,” I said. “Can I help get you off?”

“Well,” she said. “I think you’ll need a little bit of instruction.” I didn’t understand what she meant by that. I grew even more confused when she grabbed her phone and started typing. Was she going to pull up a tutorial? Is that something you can find on YouTube? Reddit, maybe? A million questions raced through my mind. Suddenly, the door opened. It was Marissa. Without saying a word, she took off her clothes.

“Holy shit,” I thought. “College orgies are real!” Somehow, Marissa read my mind.

“No, you won’t be fucking me tonight,” she said with a sly smile. “I’m just here to help you help Lara… and maybe get a bit of a show for myself.” She began making out with Lara. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. I couldn’t tell where one body began and the other ended. Marissa took Lara’s tits in her mouth and sucked like there was no tomorrow. She kissed her way down Lara’s body and made it to her pussy. She began to kiss Lara’s thighs, rubbing her vagina with her hand. Lara moaned in pleasure. Marissa brought her mouth to Lara’s clit and began licking it, explaining to me what to do. Soon, it was my turn. I did my best eating her out, and while Marissa fingered her we brought Lara to orgasm together. She put her hand over her mouth to stop herself from screaming.

“Oh, God, I just need your cock inside me, please!” she said.

“You heard her,” Marissa said to me. She kissed me on the cheek and sat back in a chair by the bed and began rubbing her own pussy. I slowly stuck my cock inside Lara.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned out. I couldn’t believe it. Lara’s pussy was so warm, and it gripped around my cock without being too tight. I could feel every juice, every muscle contraction. I began to fuck her. I pushed in and out, feeling my dick slide in and out of her pussy. My cock was only about five inches, so I was able to go all the way inside her no problem. When I did, she moaned in pleasure.

“Oh, I need you,” she said between moans. It was hard to believe she uttered those same words that very morning. I leaned down and kissed her as I fucked her harder. Her tits were jiggling up and down. I couldn’t resist sucking on her sweet nipples. Soon, it all became too much for me to handle.

“Holy fuck, I’m gonna cum soon,” I said.

“Cum inside her!” Marissa exclaimed. She got up and sat next to me on the bed. I couldn’t help but kiss her.

“Please, please cum inside me!” Lara yelled. There were people out at the party, but she didn’t care. “Please fill me up, I need it so bad! Put it deep inside me please!”

I kept fucking her as I began to suck on Marissa’s tits. I could feel my cock getting ready to explode.

“Give it to her, give it to her, I’m going to cum too!” Marissa said, her legs beginning to shake. I lost all control and came deep inside Lara. I could feel the cum shooting out of my cock in ropes. It took all my strength not to pass out in that moment. I had never felt such ecstasy. Lara’s warm pussy was still gripping around my throbbing cock, trying to take the last drops of cum out of me. I pulled out and looked at it dripping out of her pussy. 

“Oh my God,” Marissa said. “Maybe next time I can get some of that.” I sat there on the bed completely out of breath and looked at Lara. She smiled back at me.

“Well, thanks for the study sesh!”