University was working out well. The second year in, I’d made good friends, spread my wings socially. I was in a rock band, practicing every week, and the occasional small gig too. I was part of a gaming group, spending a night or two a week slinging dice at an RPG or shuffling cubes at a board game. But Friday or Saturday nights, I’d be at the rock club.

I was good looking, even if I didn’t realise it, the proverbial ugly duckling. I could talk to women, no problem, I had plenty of female friends. Hell, most of them where very attractive, they all trusted me no end. My reputation was as a stellar, stand-up guy.

I didn’t know how many women wanted me, but as I never approached any of them in the right way, they all assumed I wasn’t interested. Maybe I was an ace, or had a girlfriend I didn’t talk about.

But the weird combination of my home life had meant that I never had a girlfriend before uni, and now I was behind on the learning curve. The fact that I was way ahead of everyone else on every other aspect of society was lost on the others.

Nobody realised that I was somehow still never been kissed, still a virgin. There’d never been chance to even have some fun times with myself at home. That itself was new.

And so, one Friday night, I was down at the club, dressed up nice. I greeted friends warmly. Around half of them where ladies who hugged me close, my 6’2” form towering over them, twice their size given my broad chest. They loved that I could easily pick them up as I hugged them.

There where drinks, there was dancing, the music pounded. I had moves on the dance floor. By rights, I could have easily pulled, if I had any clue how.

Then I saw her. She looked amazing! The prefect goddess of a goth chick. Exactly the kind of lady I go for, and her look and styling so sexy to me, let alone the confidence she exuded. I manoeuvred myself, slowly dancing towards her, just like I’d read about online. I knew I had no chance, but why not try, nothing to lose.

An hour later, we where chatting at a table near the bar, over drinks I’d gotten us. She was smiling and laughing at my comments. Her body pressed up right next to mine. She smelled so good, and she was amazing! I could listen to her talk all night!

I should have gone for the kiss, but I didn’t. She had no way home, so I offered to walk her, which she gratefully accepted.

I got her back to her shared house, we hugged deeply. She invited me in for a quick coffee before I headed home. Her housemates where away for the week anyway.

As we chatted, I felt like I was missing something. I tried not to just perv on her, no matter how hot she looked.

Eventually, she seemed to realise she'd have to be direct. She stood up and reached down her hand. She guided me through to her room and pushed me down onto her bed.

Before I knew it, I was shirtless, cuffed to the bed by both hands, my heart pounding in my ear, shivering in anticipation. She had not removed a stich, still not kissed me. She pulled a small drawstring bag of black cloth from her bedside. Something metallic chinked inside.

She smiled down on me wickedly.

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