There was a distinct turning point in my sex life the summer before my sophomore year in college that forever shifted my relationships with women.

I’d managed to make it all the way through freshman year of college without fucking a single coed despite being surrounded by a sea of beautiful women on campus, in my classes and in the dorms.

In a moment of poor judgement I’d visited a Nevada brothel during winter break with a boss of mine and some colleagues and paid to lose my virginity to an average looking prostitute because the smoke show I’d wanted had a menu I couldn’t afford. It was underwhelming.

My confidence was shit though. Even with insane lust and desire, which was almost an obsessive want of physical relations I still didn’t actively pursue the classmates I desired.

So I found myself discouraged and filled with self doubt that women even liked me.

I decided to rush a frat, and I moved in to the house for the summer, which was half empty.

One random night I was hanging in the big chapter room with some of the guys, drinking and watching a movie. Some of the guys were out at a party that I decided not to go to, and they had just got home.

We heard the front door open and loud drunk voices along with giggles and laughter filled the room. Three guys walked in joined by a few girls, decked out in standard party attire of short skirts and tight dresses. Feelings of jealousy hit me, wishing I had one of the girls all over me, giggling at my jokes, finding any excuse to touch me. I kept watching the movie to keep me from staring at the girls legs, tits and ass.

“Hey Pledge” one of the rather obnoxious upperclassman yelled at me. “You’ve got someone looking for you”

One of the girls walked up to me, a huge smile lighting up her face. She was average height with long wavy brown hair that contrasted with her alabaster skin. She had a pair of massive tits strapped in to a tight and short red dress. She put a hand on her hip and cocked her head while extending her other arm out as a question.

“Hey, it’s Paige, do you remember me?”

Leaping up awkwardly I tried to assure her that of course I remembered her. And now I did. We’d only met once though when I’d interviewed her for an on campus job. She didn’t get it, but I remember thinking she somehow oozed sexuality. From how she swayed her hips when she walked to the way she’d look at me, round eyes sparkling with mischief.

She moved in and gave me a hug, holding herself firmly against me, her head against my chest. My arms reciprocated, wrapping around her. My dick got hard, and she let out a little giggle as she felt my excitement.

“Can we find someplace private” she asked me.

“Yeah, yeah sure” I think I said in a state of shock, not fully processing what was happening.

We walked upstairs, she held on to me, arm wrapped around my back, her hand on my hip. I took her to one of the empty rooms waiting for move in when summer ended.

I’d hardly shut the door, brain trying to think of how I should play this out, when she pulled my face down to hers, our lips pressed together, her tongue sliding in to my mouth to introduce itself to mine.

She tasted like bubblegum, and we made out feverishly, hands all over each other.

She dropped down to her knees and with her face filled with excitement an expression I’d never seen from a girl about to pull out my dick. Her hands slid my shorts and boxers to the ground, my cock flopped down and bounced like a spring board in front of her face.

She gave me a quick glance, she was so happy, almost giddy as she opened her mouth wide and with her hands around my shaft began sucking me off. Wet and messy, slobber everywhere, it was unreal.

A sense of dread came over me but there was nothing I could do. My cum erupted in her mouth, I couldn’t have lasted more than a minute. I thought I’d lost my shot to fuck her, and I felt embarrassed.

Paige swallowed all of it and squeezed my cock, licking up the drops off the tip of my head.

I began to apologize, but she stood up and pressed her finger against my lips “shhhhh”.

She grabbed my hand and slid it up her dress, pressing my fingers against her panties, warm and damp.

“Why don’t you get me out of this dress” she asked, though it wasn’t really a question.

Concluded in Part 2