College

You continue waving goodbye until you see the old, green minivan turn out of sight. Once it is gone, you let out a sigh of relief and smile. It’s not that you don’t love your parents. You do, and you’re very grateful to them. They’ve given you a good life, and now they’re putting you through college. They even helped you set up your dorm room (a single room in a co-ed dorm). But after 18 years of growing up under their watchful eyes, you’re excited to be on your own, and even more excited that you’re on a campus more than six hours away from home.

You turn and head back into your dorm building and go up to the fourth floor, and go back into your room. Once there you put the finishing touches on the room: a few pin-ups of scantily clad women, and a Guinness poster. You open the mini-fridge and look incredulously at the six-pack of beer your dad left for you. Almost as surprising was the box of condoms he had slipped to you as your parents were leaving. You take the box out of your pocket, examine it, open it up and take a condom out. You stash the box into your underwear drawer, and put the single condom into your wallet.

Now you’ve got a whole weekend ahead of you before classes start. You’ve already been placed into the usual intro courses, and the school orientation was yesterday. This means there’s nothing left to do but focus on your main goal—getting laid. You had a girlfriend or two (was Sandy ever really a girlfriend) in highschool, but nothing had ever progressed beyond some heavy making out. You already saw hundreds of beautiful girls at yesterday’s orientation. In your dorm you’ve already seen a few girls going between their rooms and the showers wearing nothing but a towel. Out your window you can see more beautiful vixens getting some late summer sun in skimpy bikinis.

You’re finding it hard to think straight, mostly because something else is getting hard. You close your door and decide to test out the university’s high-speed internet. As a college-girl lesbian movie loads, you undo your belt, and slide off your shorts and boxers. Your 7” circumcised cock stands at attention, as you start to gently rub it.

Fifteen minutes later you’re feeling much more relaxed, and clear-headed. It won’t do to just randomly go out and try for action. You need to join an activity, already there are a few you’re thinking about.

You were a decent high-school baseball player. You know there are walk-on try-outs for the varsity team here tomorrow. You’re pretty sure you could make the team, but after that, it’s going to be a lot of work. Sure, the season isn’t until the spring, but being a college athlete means lots of off-season training. Nonetheless, it has its perks too—mainly that jocks do get lots of ladies.

You’re also considering Greek life. A guy who graduated from your highschool two years ahead of you is on the Pledge Committee for Tau Alpha Pi, and you’re pretty sure he’d help you get in. You may have only been on campus a few days, but you’ve already heard rumors about the sort of debauchery that occurs at their parties.

You could also go academic. Your grades were never stellar, but they weren’t bad. And the university has a peer-tutoring program. You’d get some free extra-instruction so that you could tutor your classmates. After all, you did supposedly come to college for education. Not to mention, girls do like smart guys.

Finally, you’re thinking about getting involved in student government. Yes, it’s no secret that they don’t actually get anything accomplished, but it does create some good connections. It also means you’d spend a lot of time out meeting people. Besides, what political career is complete without a few steamy sex scandals?