Sitting back, I wonder what I would change in my life. I was always a shy boy growing up; always had grown up fantasies but was too afraid to admit it, or even to consider acting on them. In high school, I was the outsider who was a friend to everyone. I knew jocks, I knew stoners, I knew grease monkeys, I knew the artsy, but I never fit in. In college, it was even worse. I was forced into marching band, hated every second of it despite being surrounded by drugs, sex, and alcohol.
It took me 20 years to get a girlfriend, and 20 years to get laid. Funny enough it all happened on the same night...kind of...
I had met her a during my freshman year in college at the very end of the second semester. I had finally come into myself as an independent college student. My best friend was my RA, and my other best friend was preparing to be an RA the following year. So of course, who do I end up with? A partier. I found her on facebook oddly enough. I couldn't even remember how if I tried. But basically, I started talking to her on facebook, then on instant messenger.
Coached by my friend Bill, the wanna-be RA, I talked her into meeting us in the college commons. She was hanging out with a friend on campus, and it was nighttime so we figured we wouldn't make her walk all the way across campus. We'd meet her halfway and see where things went from there. Well, we showed up, ten minutes early. Sitting around, Bill joked and teased me.
"She's not coming man, she saw your picture on facebook and is probably in the next state by now." His laughter echoed amongst the orange-lit college campus, the artificial pond tinkling in the background. Suddenly, we heard some voices. As we looked up we saw a couple of girls coming towards us.
"Told you she'd come," I smiled.
"I get the cute one," Bill said shoving me with his shoulder. I should point out, Bill HAD a girlfriend; a lovely young lady who he's currently married to.
Natalie was her name, and her friend was Kelly. Natalie informed me Kelly came to kick my ass if I was a weirdo-stalker. It was a silent, awkward meeting. But the silence was soon shattered, as Kelly bent over to throw pebbles at the small water bugs, I picked up a huge rock about the size of my head, and hurled it into the water right before her. The next thing I knew, we were all erupting in laughter, Kelly soaked to the bone. I felt horrible, but couldn't stop laughing. After that, we decided to call it a night. It was a decent beginning.
Over the next two weeks, Natalie and I would continuously chat online, and as our chats became more and more sexually charged we began to see something in each other, or maybe we really just wanted a good fuck. I became the "best friend" type to Natalie over the next couple weeks, as she moved out of her second semester place that she shared with an older college girl, the semester ended and pretty much everyone went home for the summer.
We continued to talk online, but nothing much happened. Natalie came from a pretty rich family in a small town in Minnesota, her father the CEO of a local bank.
After a grueling summer, I found myself alone in the dorms. Yeah, Brian was still my RA, my best friend, but he was off doing other things and college started being more of a bother to me than an interest. So of course, I started hanging out with Natalie more and more. She had moved into an apartment downtown with her sister; a very nice place, very expensive.
