I went to college at a small, northeastern United States school. The winters were long, the summers were brief and the autumns were beautiful. I was a sophomore, still trying to figure out what I wanted to major in (besides beer and sex), working the overnight desk shift in one of the dorms. The job was easy: from 3 am until 7 am, I sat at the security desk, checking the ID cards of everyone who entered. People who lived in the building got buzzed through, those who didn't had to leave a photo ID with me, and sign in the register. It was a boring job, but work-study positions usually aren't glamorous, and this one at least let me watch TV or do homework while I got paid.
Our campus was almost split into to halves by a small hill, with the dorms on the top of the hill, the classrooms and administration buildings on the bottom. There was a waist-high wall that circled most of the top half of campus, broken up only by a series of staircases. Everywhere on campus were trees, large lush lawns, and statues of every size and type. The photography and art majors at school had no shortage of views to use for their projects, and you could always find some out around the school, sketching or snapping pictures. One of my friends, Cassidy, was a photography major, and she was always walking around campus with her camera, shooting candid pictures of people laying in the grass studying or sunbathing, or just taking pictures of the buildings and natural scenery whenever she found something worth preserving.
Cassidy was what everyone pictured when they imagined a college coed. Five-foot seven-inches, dirty blonde hair, round, firm, breasts that seemed ready to burst out of whatever shirt she was wearing, and a nice, high, ass that just begged for you to reach out and grab it. I lusted after her since we met at Freshman Orientation, but she turned me down every time I asked her out. She'd always tell me, "Jake, you're wonderful. But you know I'm not looking for a relationship. I just want to hang out with friends and fuck and suck whoever I happen to be with whenever the mood strikes me. You're the kind of guy who needs to know he's someone's one and only, and I can't give that to you." I knew she was right, but that didn't stop me from wanting her. I even asked her once, after she turned me down for twelfth or so time, "So when are we going to just rip one off and fuck?" She laughed and said "Maybe someday, Jake....maybe someday."