I headed off the fencing piste after winning my last bout 5-0. I had won all three varsity matches that day.
"Very good," says my coach, and walks away. Since he was a many of few words – and these were often bad – this was effusive praise from our Russian coach.
"Thanks, Coach." I didn't want to overreact, after all. In fact, I was really excited. The pressure of preparing and competing was gone, and the unbelievable day was nearly finished. I was a junior, a good fencer and athlete, but the university had a perennially strong team, and there were many other talented guys on my squad who were ahead of me. I spent 3 hours a day practicing with the team, and perhaps another 7 hours during the week weightlifting or running. My body had really responded – my coaches complained about my muscles, being somewhat old school. This might have been one of the reasons they didn't give me much help. I seldom traveled with team to away meets, and had too few chances to fence varsity. The success that day had me really confident and cocky. I felt at 20 like anything was possible.
After showering at the team's cramped recreation center locker room, I headed back to my dorm room to get ready to head out. It was Saturday night, and a friend of mine promised that he knew of a party off-campus. After the meet, I was ready to drink and try to find a hook up. I pulled one some white jeans, boots, and a tight polo shirt. I was starting to get horny, and had to stuff my half hard cock into my pants, creating a big bulge. I was not dating anyone, just trying to date a girl I had known for almost two years, so the idea of meeting someone was often on my mind.
Eric was waiting for me at the Diner. I had gone to High School with him, but we had not hung out together that much. The one thing about him was that Eric liked the girls and knew a lot of people. After eating, we walked past the shops, and across the main streets that separated town from the large apartment blocks to the north.
We got to the party and a lot of people were milling around the keg on the balcony in the various rooms, maybe 40 folks in all, and the place was jumping with music and pent-up energy of a weekend. Eric and I quickly drank a few beers. I noticed a pair of girls standing by the balcony railing, and immediately started to pay close attention. Eric had already seen them. The girl who stood out was really hot – strawberry blonde hair, slim build, full breasts, about 5"4'. She wore a pair of worn jeans and a tight Jethro Tull concert t-shirt. Next to her stood her friend, who looked older, perhaps mid-twenties, with dark hair and a hippy, hourglass figure. For once, I was not going to let Eric and his surfer boy looks get the better of me with women. I don't remember what I said, just that I simply walked up and started talking to the blond. I then noticed that she had two deep purple rat-tails in her hair, both on the left side, which cascaded onto her shoulder. I was trying not to look at her softball-sized breasts, which were without a bra, and seemed big, high, and firm on her small torso. Missy and Margo – I remember that – but not anything else I said. Although I must have asked Missy her major (what a jerk) because she said it was Agriculture.
"You're not the typical AG major," I said.
"Yeah, I know, too many guys in flannel shirts and work boots," she complained.
"But, I'm from a small town and my folks have a dairy farm." And, so it went. I was completely focused on Missy, the blond with the purple braids. Her friend, Margo, was sort of aggressive, and seemed very interested in Eric. She was ex-Army, and had returned to school at 24. This explained the fatigues and black tank top she wore. But, she was not his type and he wandered off. This left me alone with the two girls. Not missing her chance, Margo shifted her attention to me. I was drinking fast – had to kill my nerves – but the three of us had fun. I was pursuing Missy, she was enjoying the chase, Margo was pursing me, and I was trying to ignore her without angering Missy. We were there for about two hours. At one point, I had my arm around both girls' waists. I cannot remember who suggested leaving, but soon we were outside, trudging through the January snow. I wasn't sure what to expect. Some guys in this situation might fantasize about a threesome, but I really wanted Missy, badly, and thought more about getting rid of her friend.
"My prissy roommate is home for the weekend," she said simply, and we continued along the stadium road.
When we got back to their room – in the big Soviet style dorm area for Freshmen – we had some shots, and played a drinking game (Zoom! Schwartz! PROfigliano!), and were really feeling all the alcohol. At this point, Monica just stood up, her eyes rolling lazily somewhat, dropped her fatigues and got into the roommate's bed. She just passed out. Laughing, Missy and I looked at each other.
"That's a good idea," she said. We both stripped, somewhat drunkenly, and fell into bed. I was thinking, ok, this is it, and reached for Missy. Pulling her close, I lowered my mouth to her breast, and pulled in a hard nipple, with a plump areola around it's engorged center. Yet, Missy pushed my head away.
"Nothing heavy." I was not sure what to say, having not expected this, "I want you," I finally said, trying not to sound pushy.
She didn't say anything for a while, so I moved my hands onto her hips, and felt her body respond by pushing into my hnads. I trailed one hand down onto her pussy mound, and felt her hot, wet juices. Missy let me grind my hand into her for a few minutes, and then suddenly pushed my hand away.
"No, really, I'm not ready," she said with a definite, but perhaps conflicted tone. I lay there for a long time, fighting sleep, intensely horny, but also really confused. Why did she do this? What the fuck was her game?
At another point, Missy reached over and started running her hands over my broad chest and abs.
"I like your muscles," she said. I didn't say anything, as she moved her hand onto my cock, which had been hard and tenting the bed covers since we climbed into her regulation-sized twin bed.
