The sturdy maple furniture warmed the otherwise barren concrete walls. Their hardy construction was meant to withstand decades of abuse from cohorts of rotating tenants. Each year a fresh batch of students called these dormitories home, I was no different. I dumped my belongings unceremoniously into a pile on the ratty mattress and retrieved my laptop. I opened it and checked for the location of freshman orientation, Hancock building room 206 at one PM. It was still hours from now, but my eyes desperately wanted relief from this stony cell. I took a look in the mirror and combed my dark hair with my fingers. I put on a medium gray hoodie and a pair of Levi jeans. Then headed off early for orientation in hopes of killing time on campus.
My forehead felt cool as I leaned it against the bare wall, repeatedly pressing the elevator call button. Finally, I heard a ding and the steel doors crept open. Someone was already standing inside, a petite asian girl wearing an oversized hoodie. Her face was covered by large dark rimmed glasses which housed comically thick lenses. A tower of textbooks was delicately balanced on her scrawny arms, like an overloaded waiter. Judging from their covers and the fact that we were in McCaw hall, she was probably on the pre-med track. We stood in awkward silence as the elevator moved slowly between floors. Her arms were visibly trembling and her face was twisted with strain from the heavy books. Breaking the silence I offered her a hand, which was quickly accepted. I unloaded her arms and her demeanor immediately lightened and her arms fell swiftly to her side, with a thud.
"You want to be a doctor?" I asked, as I examined her books carefully.
"Yeah, that's right! I guess it's pretty obvious from the books," she responded with a grin.
"Well, your glasses were also a dead give away. Or Asian parents, you know, either doctor or lawyer," I joked.
She chuckled and dropped her guard, "Oh, you wouldn't know the half of it!".
She began to tell me her story, the classic tale of overbearing immigrant parents who believed the only pathway to success was education and social obedience. They divorced when she was in 6th grade, which led to even stricter boundaries that governed every aspect of her life. She didn't even have her own cell phone until college. She complained that the only reason they gave her one was so that they could monitor her location. Upon closer inspection of her face, I understood why they were so protective, she was a stunner! She had a beautiful heart shaped face curtained by silky black hair. Hidden underneath the glasses were beautifully defined features, angular and sharp. Large cat eyes that contrasted with her miniature mouth and v-shaped jaw.The apples of her cheeks were set high and decorated by deep dimples when she smiled. The ridge of her nose was slender and terminated in a small rounded tip that was flanked by delicate nostrils.
After dropping her books off at her room, we ended up touring campus and attending orientation together. We decided to have lunch and then dinner and before we knew it, we had talked the afternoon and evening away. We continued to meet up frequently owing to the proximity of our dorm rooms and natural chemistry. Over the course of the year these interactions developed into feelings of familiarity and security. We couldn't date though, given her parent's strict policies on boys and so became close friends instead. This all changed one particular night at a college party, where she consumed alcohol for the first time. After getting totally plastered we somehow managed to locate our shoes and jackets and walked each other home.
The entire way she leaned against me, her arm locked around my neck and my hand between her armpit and side, supporting the majority of her small frame. We stopped at the front door, and I waited while she fumbled around in her bag for the keycard. The bag slipped from her hands and she drunkenly fell forward on her jelly legs, attempting to retrieve it. I instantly leapt in to break her fall and found myself on my back with her on top of me. The weight of her soft chest pressed hard into mine, her erect nipples felt erotic, stirring all my senses. She pulled up her head and gazed down at me with liquid eyes that glimmered in the moonlight, she licked her lips, begging to be kissed. I'm sure she must have felt my swollen member prodding against her thigh.
There was nothing else to do, I leaned in and kissed her deeply with the force of my pent up desire. We immediately rushed to the privacy of my dorm and bolted the door shut. We threw ourselves on the bed and planted clumsy drunken kisses on one another. I felt her palms against my thick arms and firm buttocks. My hands lasciviously grabbed at her soft flesh, her pillowy chest, her soft thighs, her meaty ass.
"I want you so bad. You're so sexy! I want this, I want this," she whined and panted in my ear.
We tore at each other's clothes hungrily, then suddenly a loud ring echoed against the concrete walls, it was her phone. She was late checking in with her mother for the night. She got up in a rush and answered the phone, the sudden call and panic immediately sobered her drunken lust. She pulled on whatever clothes she could gather with one hand and left my room in a frantic storm. I was left alone, a sweaty mess, lying on my bed with a massive erection. I could still detect her fragrance on the bed sheets, it was floral and dense. I discovered the thickness of her musk was emanating from my fingers, they had been rubbing between her legs. Lustily, I pulled my hands to my face and breathed in deeply. My nostril filled with her scent. I promptly tumbled into the bathroom and finished myself into the toilet, my Erica laden fingers on my nose and tongue. I watched as the remnants of my sticky mess clung to the side of the bowl, the water swirling down the drain like my spinning head.
We continued on like this for the next six months, getting hammered and heading back to my dorm for the post-party make out sesh, only to repeat the following couple of weeks. These hook-ups became increasingly more erotic, as more and more clothes came off each time. Our hands and mouths explored new spaces and places with each dalliance. This eventually led to her first sexual experience, when my cock accidentally tore her hymen during a round of excessively risky dry humping. She was in a prone position as I laid on top and drove my penis between what I thought was the mattress and her panty covered labia. We were both so drunk that she hadn't even noticed the blood seeping from inside her.
