My second year of college started off...well pretty shitty to be honest. My girlfriend of two years had left me for another man. Jose was his name and apparently he was more of a man than I could ever hope to be. Not only that, but my roommate had flunked out early and I spent most of my time sulking and brooding in my room. Not exactly the most enjoyable month of my life.
And apparently being heart-broken wasn't enough. By a sheer stroke of irony, I was put in a co-ed hallway, right next to the woman's bathroom. So I was constantly being exposed to half-naked girls, dripping wet and wrapped in towels. Which would have been great, if it didn't evoke images of my beautiful Samantha stepping out to greet me after her afternoon shower, every single time.
So I would go to class every day, greeted by giggling, half-naked girls, try to work, go back through the halls of beautiful girls and cry myself to sleep.
Well about five weeks into my sophomore year, and coincidently six weeks after my break-up, I seemed to be haunted by this one particular girl. She was beautiful, a little on the heavy side but in a way that gave her a sexy swaying ass and deliciously large breasts. Every day I would catch glimpses of her, sitting in her room, chatting with other girls, and... stepping out of the shower, the towel not quite able to cover that gorgeous ass.
One day, as she stepped out of the bathroom, her dark hair framing a set of beautiful eyes and a gorgeous smile, my eyes began trailing to that sexy backside of hers. My mind began picturing my hands grabbing onto that ass. I couldn't help it. She was just so intoxicating. I felt my cock growing in my jeans, when I noticed she was looking at me.
"Hello there, sir," she said sweetly. I sensed an edge in her voice, and I realized why. She had also noticed the tent in my pants. "My name is Diana."
"Hi," I muttered, "my name's..." I couldn't spit it out. I was just staring into those gorgeous blue eyes. I saw something glinting in them.
"Is..." she mocked. She smiled at me and I collected myself.
"Jerry."
"Well, Jerry, it's been a pleasure meeting you." she turned and began walking back towards her room. I sighed; perhaps she hadn't noticed my hard-on. Because that would have been so... "Oh, and you might want to cover that up." She giggled as she skipped into her room and shut the door.
After that first little encounter, I started getting back into the college swing. I spent less time moping, and even less time thinking about Samantha. Which made sense, my mind was focused on other things. And not just schoolwork, kiddies. It was focused on my dreams.
In my dreams, I'm much braver you see. So in my sleep, my mind replays that first encounter the way it should have gone...
