These stories will follow the views and perspectives of individual characters, sometimes switching between them. I apologize for any confusion this may cause and I hope to clearly distinguish between each character when I make the transitions.
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Life can be a bit of an annoyance sometimes.
I mean, besides the usual, every day stuff, y'know?
My name is Clara, and I'm now a freshman in college. My entire life thus far has been spent in the pursuit of greater education, the following of my parent's grand footsteps so I can make something of myself in the world. Both of them have PhD's and as such, they feel it's necessary for their children to get at least Master's, with the idea of the eventual reception of a PhD as well. My views have followed much the same path for a while now, but since entering college, they'd begun to change and mold more towards what I want to do.
I plan to stick with my degree and keep with what I want to do, because I enjoy it. But something was always nagging at my mind, and it only became obvious around the middle of my first semester.
Everyone, everywhere on this campus, always seems to have someone hanging off their arm, smooching with them before class or coping a quick feel when they think no one is looking.
The feeling of companionship has always been with me, no matter how old I was. But because my parents raised me to be a loner, I almost never gave into it and usually ignored it. However, during my time at college I realized how much I wanted that feeling of belonging and the now familiar need to feel another person's flesh against my own. Watching the couple's walking around campus, hearing the sounds of my roommates beds knocking against the wall at night while I tried to sleep, awakened in me the sleeping beast which was my sexual appetite.
While my roommates were out with their boyfriends or hitting the town, I stayed inside my room, sometimes studying for real, other times so intent on releasing my sexual frustration all I could do was masturbate until my entire pubic area was throbbing and sore. The suspense of it all, especially when coupled with my roommates bringing their latest "catch" home, finally drove me to a new level of sexual frustration.
The day I began to look at the incredible contours of a male body finally dawned on me. The young men sometimes playing Frisbee or wrestling on the lawns began to excite and arouse me just from looking from afar. Rippling abs, strong, sculpted arms on top of ragged and handsome good looks drove me out of my mind and made my knees go weak and my groin ache in ways I'd never known were possible. Sessions of watching the most toned and well-muscled young men on the campus made some of my nights sleepless as I struggled within my depths and attempted to relieve the fire burning within me.
But alas, none of my fire was ever quenched, and my efforts to relieve myself only seemed to stoke that fire and make it rage higher. I knew I needed companionship and soon, else I eventually go out of my mind, but that, as well, was not such an easy task to obtain and complete.
