Chapter 2 – Opening Concert
The next day was the last full day of freshman orientation. I took my final placement examination, attended a lecture on sexual etiquette and harassment and registered for my first semester classes: freshman composition, introductory political science, basic geology, a freshman seminar on pop psychology and recreational swimming. My roommate, Julie and I registered together since our last names both began with letters near each other in the alphabet. While we were waiting in line to register we met a couple of guys that I thought were rather hot. Julie struck up a conversation with the guys, Bruce and Bob.
The two guys concentrated their attention on my roommate as she gave off the aura of being a hot, worldly college woman. Julie was dressed in shorts and a tank top which showed off her ample bust and tight ass. My loose t-shirt and baggy jean shorts, on the other hand, did nothing to display my feminine charms. We exchanged names and telephone numbers; although I could tell that they were really after Julie. However, I did learn that Bruce was going to be in my freshman composition class and my geology lab.
After we completed the registration process Julie and I decided to go and check out the library. We said good bye to the guys and ambled over to the library. I wanted my own study carrel since I knew that Julie would probably be entertaining guys in the room quite a few nights a week. Apparently, based upon what Julie observed the night before she thought the same thing about me as she told the library clerk that she also wanted a study carrel.
After dinner we were sitting around the room watching television when the telephone rang. Julie answered the phone and then handed it to me saying, “Jenny, it’s some guy that wants to talk with you. I think that he said that his name was Ken?”
I took the phone with a questioning look on my face since I did not know a Ken. He quickly introduced himself as a Gamma Delt telling me that he had seen my picture in the unofficial freshman directory that the college published. He then proceeded to ask me to the concert that the college was putting on the next night. With a little hesitation I accepted because I was wondering about Hank and Bruce and Bob. But I decided on the old rule of dating etiquette, first asked, first accepted.
Within moments of hanging up with Ken, the phone rang again. Julie answered again and based upon hearing only her side of the conversation I assumed that the caller was Bob who we had met earlier in the day. After some casual banter, I heard her say “yes, I would enjoy that.” After Julie hung up, I found out that my assumption was right, Bob had asked Julie to go to the concert with him and she had accepted.
The telephone rang again, and this time it was for me – it was Bob’s friend, Bruce calling me to ask me to the concert. I told him that I was sorry but I had already been invited to the concert, but that I would like to do something with him in the future.
The next evening we both prepared for our dates. We flipped and Julie got the shower first. When I got out of the shower, Julie was standing naked in front of the sink applying her make-up. As I finished drying, I could not help comparing my body to hers. She was a couple of inches taller than my 5’3” stature. Her breasts seemed larger than my tits; although I now know that it was only because she was taller than I was. I also noticed that she was nearly completely shaved around her pussy whereas I only trimmed my bikini line.
Neither one of us was dressed when the buzzer rang. It was Bob and Julie told him that she would be down in a couple of minutes and to wait in the lounge. She hurriedly slipped on her top and pulled up her mini-skirt before reaching into her desk to snare a handful of condoms which she put in her clutch.
I quickly zipped up my new hip hugger jeans and pulled my t-shirt over my head. I was looking in the mirror checking out how much skin was showing between my jeans and my top when the buzzer rang again. I answered it and told Ken that I was on my way down. As I entered the lounge, I noticed that Julie and Bob had not left yet; they were in a tight embrace on one of the couches. Even though we had never met in the flesh, I gave Ken a brief kiss on the cheek as we met.
Ken and I walked across campus to the Events Center hand in hand. After we entered the Center we found two seats and began chatting. Ken told me that he was a junior pre-med student and between his studies and the fraternity, he did not have much free time. I told him a little of my background and that I was thinking about a career in journalism or possibly politics. As the concert started, Ken put his arm around my shoulder and I snuggled into him, at least as much as I could with the seat arm between us. During the concert Ken’s hand eased off my shoulder and found my bra covered tit. We sat there enjoying the show while he slowly massaged my tit making my nipple stiffen.
At one point during the concert, I leaned over to Ken and planted a full kiss on his lips to let him know that I was enjoying the attention. We only broke our embrace two or three times to applaud the band before the concert was over. On the way out of the Events Center, Ken asked me, “Would you like to go over to the House? I believe that there is going to be an informal registration day party this evening.”
Looking up to him, I said, “Sure. By what I saw in the dorm lounge as we were leaving, I don’t think my roommate wants to see me for several hours.”
With that Ken slipped his arm around my waist and I did likewise. Was we began walking back towards fraternity house, I felt Ken’s hand ease downward to my ass. We continued walking like that chatting away. However, instead of taking a direct line back to the house, Ken steered us to a path along the river. Since it was a warm evening and I really did not know the campus, I did not know that Ken was taking the long way back.
When we got down to the river, Ken stopped and turned to face me. He put both arms around me and drew me tight against himself. Even with my heels on I was considerably shorter than Ken, so I stood on my tip toes as he planted a kiss on my lips. I opened my mouth and probed for his tongue. Ken let his hands roam over my ass to help lift me up. As we continued to tongue kiss, I felt his male hardness against my belly which got my mind racing about how good a hard cock would feel in my pussy. This caused me to grind my tits into his chest and we stood on the river walk necking.
Then Ken eased me back down to the ground and broke our kiss. He planted a chaste kiss on my cheek before leading me to the frat house. It was only a short walk before we approached the Gamma Delta Iota house – as we walked up the steps, I realized that this was the same fraternity that Hank belonged to. A quiet, “Oh, shit!” escaped from my lips.
Ken leaned over and asked, “Is there a problem?”
“No, Ken, no problem.”
“O.K. then. Would you like a beer?” He asked as we entered the front room.
“Sure”, was all I replied. Then I added, “Where is the bathroom? I should freshen up a bit.”
