Some readers have written that my stories aren't believable enough. They don't believe that what's in my stories could really happen. I think that's funny because most of my stories are based on something that truly happened. To be sure, I greatly alter the true part of the story, to make the story more interesting or sexier or to make the sex even sexier. But I use the true experiences like a tiny seed from which I grow the rest of the story. The seed, the real event, is my inspiration. And the rest of the plant, the story, grows from my imagination.
I'm telling you all of this because this is probably the most real and truthful story I have written so far. Susannah is based very much on a real person, and the idea for this story came from her sharing with me many of her intimate experiences. I had to invent the following story to weave her experiences together in one narrative, but much of what follows really did happen to a young woman. Of course, I wouldn't ever tell you which parts I made up for purposes of the narrative and which things really happened. That would ruin some of the fun. But I will say that much of what she shared with me she shared because she objected to the idea that every woman's first time having sex was awkward, painful, and unenjoyable. Let that be a hint to you. I've left so much of the real Susannah in this story that I'm honestly worried she might read this, recognize herself, and be mad at me. I'm not even sure if she knows that Literotica exists. But if she does read this and realize it is her in this story, I hope she sees how much I have changed to protect her identity. And I hope she understands that I have no desire to expose her through writing this story. I simply thought there were many others out there who would enjoy her story.
And that leads me to the disclaimers that any similarities between organizations or institutions in my story and real life organizations are entirely coincidental. The following tale is a work of fiction. The names of any real persons on whom this story may be based have all been changed. All the characters in my story are at least 18 years old. I hope you all enjoy it as much as Susannah did.
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Joining a fraternity was the last thing Ben had expected for himself. In high school, he had been one of the kids with friends in all the different social groups. He was on the soccer and baseball team, though he mostly warmed the bench at baseball games. He was vice president of the student council during his senior year, and enjoyed getting to talk to all of his classmates about what they wanted to see from their student leaders. And he considered himself a bit of a nerd, joining the computer club when he discovered how easy it was to write his own code to create simple computer programs.
Ben was also fairly attractive, or so he was often told by his friends. At just over six feet tall, he was taller than most of his high school classmates. He had the physique of an athlete, the lean, toned body of someone who enjoyed exercise. His sandy brown hair and bright blue eyes also got him a lot of looks from the ladies. But Ben was also just a little socially awkward. His father had died when he was in middle school, and he had been raised by his mother and two older sisters. Ben didn't understand how to talk to women, particularly in a way that would convey a romantic interest in them. If anything, Ben was a little too respectful when he approached a girl who caught his interest, and he ended up with a lot of female friends but not a lot of romantic relationships.
It was rare for members of Ben's family to go to college, but his grades had been great and he got a partial scholarship to the state university. He found a part time job working as a box packer and loader at the university book store so he could earn some pocket money while he was in school. Ben expected he would make some friends, study hard in his classes, and focus on getting himself a good degree.
That all changed when Ben met his roommate Matt. The two freshmen had similar interests and similar backgrounds, and became fast friends shortly after they moved in together. Most important for Ben, he saw that Matt appreciated the same values of honesty, hard work, and integrity that were so important to Ben. Matt's family was wealthier than Ben's, so Matt always wanted to party more and spend more time and money having fun than Ben would have liked. But Matt's family had also instilled in him a drive to succeed, and Matt worked hard when needed to ensure that he kept his grades up.
It was part of this family drive that led Matt to pledge the Beta's, the largest and most popular fraternity on campus. Matt's father, grandfather, and older brother had all been Beta's, and Matt's father had been a bit of a legend at the local Beta chapter. Matt explained to Ben that he was known as a legacy, someone who was very likely to receive a bid to pledge the fraternity because his family had all been members. Matt almost insisted Ben join him at the fraternity rush events. If Matt was going to have to pledge a fraternity, he wanted his friend Ben with him. Ben had always resisted cliques in high school, and wasn't sure if he was interested in the drunken partying stereotype of frat boys, but he decided to go along with Matt.
During rush, Ben found some of the Betas to be complete tools. But Ben also admired the incredibly close knit camaraderie that all the brothers shared with each other. Growing up with sisters, Ben liked the idea of acquiring a bunch of brothers for himself. In particular, Ben really got to like Jim, the nerdy computer science major who explained that he would be the pledge master. As pledge master, Jim would guide the next pledge class through their time as pledges. Jim was a little overly serious, but Ben found him honest, straightforward, and easily approachable.
It was no surprise when Matt got a bid to join the fraternity, but both roommates were pleased when Ben also got a bid to join. There was a big party that night at the huge Beta house to congratulate the freshmen who had received bids to join the fraternity. It was far from Ben's first college party, but it was definitely the biggest, craziest, most alcohol filled event that Ben had attended so far. Ben was a little apprehensive at first at the wild environment, particularly the copious amounts of alcohol and the crazy girls who showed up to the party. There were a lot of women there, many wearing very little clothing, most lured by the alcohol that the Betas offered free of charge.
Matt was soon drunk. Ben tried his first beer, and he found the taste surprisingly terrible. He had always imagined that beer would taste better somehow, definitely less bitter. At some point early in the party, Ben was introduced to an inebriated young woman named Maggie. One of the older brothers brought Maggie to Ben, and she soon had an arm wrapped around Ben's shoulders. Ben found Maggie attractive, except for the fact that she was clearly drunk. Maggie was tallish and thin, with fair skin and straight brown hair that fell half way down her back. She was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her thin, feminine legs, and a loose sleeveless top that did little to conceal her black bra beneath. Maggie's breasts were smallish, but very perky. Ben found himself a little turned on when Maggie pressed herself against him, smashing her small, firm boobs against his chest.
Maggie asked if she could go to one of the small common rooms upstairs in the house, and Ben assumed she wanted to lie down because she had too much to drink. Dutifully, Ben escorted Maggie up one of the rear stair wells and into one of the small common lounges on the second floor of the house. The room was empty, and Ben tried to lead Maggie over to a small sofa. As soon as Ben was seated next to her, Maggie was all over him. Maggie peppered Ben's face with wet, sloppy kisses, and at one point licked his lips with her tongue. At first Ben did nothing, this was only the fourth girl he had ever kissed. He definitely did not want the first girl he kissed at college to be a sloppy, drunk make out session. But then he felt he might be being rude, and his lips softly kissed Maggie in return.
Maggie seemed to take that as some cue, and her hands flew to Ben's pants. Before he even realized what was going on, Maggie was pulling down Ben's zipper.
"Hey what... Maggie! Wait!" he tried, but Maggie was not going to be dissuaded. Her small hands fished through Ben's boxer shorts and soon her small, cold fingers were closed around his semi flaccid penis. She was only the second woman ever to touch his cock, and this was NOT how he had imagined it would happen. Maggie squeezed her fingers tightly around Ben's man meat and then pulled his dick through the opening in the front of his pants. "Maggie, what are you doing?"
