Jack had no idea what to get himself into on his first Saturday morning on campus. He hadn't made any friends yet, and wasn't in the loop on where to hang out. A social life was not his top priority, but on the weekends it would be nice to have someone to do things with.
Rolling out of bed, he stood up to look at himself in the college issued mirror on the wall. Standing at 6'6", he was a bit too tall to look into a mirror designed for the average student. He stooped down to look at his messy hair and week of patchy beard growth.
Jack never put much thought into his appearance, finding it tedious to take care of his hair and beard. The resulting shaggy, unkempt look may be why he didn't garner much attention on the social front.
Even with nowhere specific to go, it was a good time to shower. There's nothing like a good morning shower and jerk-off session to start the day. Something about the warm water makes for an extra pleasurable experience. The thought of clogging the dorm drains as an old joke always passed through his head, but never stopped him from rubbing one out.
Jack dropped his shorts to wrap a towel around his skinny waist. He always left his shirt on when going to the dorm showers due to being shy about his skinny upper body. Despite aspirations of a muscular physique, he would get bored and decide it wasn't worth the effort to do the pushups he knew would fix the issue. His muscles were defined, but not because they were big, more due to the fact that he had almost no body fat. He had no interest in working out, but looked relatively defined for someone who never did an athletic activity.
He opened the door to head to the shower, turning back to lock it while he was out. While turning the key, the adjacent door unlatched, causing him to turn his head. Out walked the epitome of a southern blonde belle, nearly as Jack had pictured when hearing her nightly escapades. Peyton, as Jack had known her through the wall, was about 5'2" and blonde as could be. Her hair was down and flawlessly curled, framing her tan, soft, face. She wore a white lace dress that was relatively low cut, showing a tasteful amount of cleavage that could only be achieved with rather large breasts. Her outfit was flashy, finished off with knee high, red cowgirl boots and a pin that read "GO Ole Miss!".
Jack could not help but pause and stare with his key still stuck in the door. The girl he had been picturing for the past few days was now in front of him. She looked down and rummaged through her red purse to find her keys, grabbing them only to look up and lock eyes with Jack.
"Hello!" Peyton gave a massive smile, looking up at Jack due to the massive height difference. "We're neighbors!" she said with a bit of a playful giggle.
Jack was not normally one to enjoy any type of small talk. He may have never even had a girl acknowledge him this much throughout high school. He could usually find a way to get out of the conversation, but Peyton had him engaged.
"I'm Peyton! Glad we finally get to meet!" Her blue eyes locked with his as she extended her hand to shake Jack's.
Jack fumbled a bit, switching his right hand from holding his towel closed, leaving his key in the door. He fixed up a gentle smile and shook Peyton's small hand with his. He wasn't sure if he should go in for a firm shake, or more gentle. Overthinking these situations is why he avoids them.
"Hi. I'm Jack. Nice to meet you." Jack returned the salutation more flatly.
"So nice to meet you!" Her enthusiasm was nearly absurd. "Are you headed to the game today? I am meeting up with friends! I can't wait for our first tailgate!" Peyton spit out one sentence after another without much breath.
"Uhh, I'm not a big football guy. I wasn't planning on it." Jack said with an abashed chuckle.
"Aww you should go! I couldn't care about football. You'd have fun! It's more about the party anyway." Her smile never died.
"I need to find some friends here first. Maybe I'll try next week." Maybe agreeing would put an end to the topic.
"Yea friends are great! You'll find your people. I guarantee it!" She was so positive. "Ya know Jack, I'm a pretty straight forward girl. I like to speak my mind." This was readily apparent. "Can I give you some advice?" It is always funny when someone asks this, since you know they are probably going to tell you regardless of what you say.
Jack raised his eyebrows to indicate he was interested in her opinion. In truth, this girl may be more than what he would want to deal with. She may have been more attractive prior to opening her mouth.
"You need a haircut, Jack. It would be good... No, great! I think you'll find yourself some friends with a good haircut and a little shave of that scraggly beard. Sorry, maybe that's too direct, but I promise it will get you somewhere. It would be Peyton approved" and with that she winked at him.
This girl was something. No more than a minute into meeting her and she was already telling him to change how he looked. Part of Jack wished she would shut up, but it was also the first time anyone, let alone a flawlessly attractive girl, gave him any type of attention. This was more than attention, it seemed to come from a kind place. He also knew she was correct.
"I'll see what I can do, thanks." Jack said flatly. He probably could have shown some emotion, but that wasn't really his style. Less interaction usually kept people away which he liked.
"Ok! Well it was great meeting you Jack! I hope to see that new haircut later. Bye!" Peyton turned to walk away as she looked back and smiled. She could probably get Jack to do anything she wanted with that smile. A haircut didn't seem so bad. He knew he should say goodbye, but he normally just did a little head nod. His inner good guy wasn't going to win this one, and he lifted his chin and smiled a little at Peyton.
It seemed like forever that she was looking back to smile, and then she was gone. Jack had no idea what to do. He turned to get the key out of his door and get back to his original plan of showering. He looked down at the key only to realize he had a massive erection pushing his towel out. He knew it was there, but Peyton had him distracted enough to not realize it was a full on hard-on.
Did she notice? Is that even something a guy should be embarrassed about? Jack knew his dick was pretty large, so it would have been hard for her to miss. Maybe she didn't notice?
The hardon wasn't fading, so naturally he was going to have to relieve himself in the shower, which wasn't an abnormal task. It was simple to keep the blonde bombshell in his imagination as he stroked himself under the hot water. In his mind, he had seen her so many times already, and in real life, she was better than she imagined. His first wank of the day was never a bad one, but this one was incredible. He may have even let out a few grunts in the shower despite someone being in the stall next to him. The massive cumshot on the shower wall slowly dripped down to the floor and made its way into the drain. It was quite a bit compared to the average load.
Jack finished his shower, surprisingly still a bit horny, but not enough to want to sit there and jerk off again. Peyton was still on his mind, and he was seriously considering her recommendation for a haircut. He looked in the mirror, and looking back was a very scraggly guy. He never thought much about his appearance, more about just cutting his hair when his mom made him. Being away from home meant he didn't even have to shave when she recommended. Peyton was right, he would be more approachable with a better haircut. But, was that what he wanted? Or, did he only want to be approached by Peyton. Was Peyton too annoying to be worth any time?
A haircut was probably a good idea regardless of any other goal. Jack threw on some athletic shorts, a tee, and flip flops and walked down to the campus bus stop outside his dorm. The bus route took him downtown where he knew he could find a barbershop.
The haircut was up there with the worst he has received, but at least it was more kept than his previously unruly du. Hopefully Peyton would approve. The barber gave him a good shave as well so the whole package was put together.
By the time he got back to his dorm, the game had finished, and chaos began to ensue on campus. Drunk students were everywhere and the dorm was lively. Jack threw his headphones on and kept his head buried in video games as per usual.
Around 5pm, there was a strong knock on his door. At first, Jack didn't answer, having no reason to think there was someone knocking at his door. But then the strong knock came again. He paused his game and took his headphones off.
Opening the door revealed a beautiful surprise of a slightly less manicured Peyton standing with a hand on her hip. She had not changed from her day at the game, but looked to have enjoyed herself.
"Well look at who was right. That haircut did you well, Jack. I'm so glad to see you took my advice" spoken like a knowing teacher without losing her pep. It was apparent she had a few drinks at the game by her tone and slurred cadence.
