Part 1: Meeting

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Mult, Teenagers, Consensual, Romantic, Drunk/Drugged, Lesbian, Heterosexual, Humor, Swinging, Gang Bang, Group Sex, Orgy, Interracial, White Couple, Black Male, White Male, White Female, First, Safe Sex, Oral Sex, Anal Sex, Masturbation, Sex Toys, Squirting, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, School, .

Desc: Sex Story: Part 1: Meeting - John and Holly meet as college freshman... sex,sex, and more sex...oh and sometimes they go to class

It all started when I went to college. My name is John, I am about 5 foot 9, around 140 pounds. I have always been a smaller guy, you could say I was a "late bloomer". In high school I was always too concentrated on school and work to really do much with the opposite sex. Now here I was going off to college, and I was going to make up for my past mistakes, when I started a new life. It wouldn't take as long as I thought.

I had just moved into my apartment right off campus, I had a very rigorous schedule of coursework ahead of me. I had picked up my books and started my first week of classes. Friday night afforded me my first real opportunity to explore the city and campus. I was tired from the return to a regular schedule, after a summer of sleeping till 3 p.m. and staying up till 5 a.m... I went to a restaurant bar that was near my apartment. Having had little time to meet new people, I only really had two friends on campus, guys from my high school, but they were both busy this weekend in the school band. So I decided to go out alone to see the town and maybe meet some people.

I entered the dark and noisy restaurant, obviously a place that would be full on Sundays, I found a table in the corner and I sat down facing the bank of TVs above the bar. I was sitting there a moment before a waitress came over to the table. She was about 5 foot 7 inches tall, very skinny shoulder length brown hair, and a beautiful face. My first thought was that she couldn't be a day older than sixteen, but this was a bar and she was a waitress that meant she was at least eighteen. She handed me a menu. "Hi, my name is Holly and I will be your server tonight, can I get you a drink?" I ordered a drink, not alcohol, I am only 18. She acted very stressed out, putting on the fake smile, to get some tips and salvage what was a bad day at work. She returned with my drink and I ordered a burger. A few minutes later I heard a crash in the kitchen. Then holly walked over to my table, she looked like a child that had just been yelled at. "I'm sorry I just dropped your order, they're working on a new one as fast as they can." As she finished saying that the manager came out of the kitchen and yelled "Holly get over here!" She stood next to me, I could sense her fear. "He's going to fire me," she muttered. She looked like she was about to cry.

"Hey, don't worry, here sit down," I got up and pulled the other chair out for her to sit. She looked at me and smiled, then she sat down across from me. I smiled back at her.

"I hate this job, im no good at it"

"Then quit before they can fire you, it's just a job, there's plenty of other jobs. I think you'll be able to get by in life without working in a crappy sports bar"


"Have you eaten?" I asked her.

"No, I was gonna take my lunch break at 8, but I don't think ill have a job by 8"

"Well you look like you could use a meal, it's on me."

"I don't think they will serve me"

"Why not you don't work here anymore... So what do you do?"

"I work here, I think"

"No I mean do you go to school"

"I just started at the University"

"Hey, me too, what's your major"

"I don't know yet, you?"

"Engineering, I think"

"So what's your name stranger?"

"Oh, I'm John"

"I'm Holly"

"Yeah I know, its, right there," I pointed to her name tag on her shirt that showed some cleavage.

"Let's get out of here, before they yell at me again."

"Where do you want to go?"

"Someplace far away from here"

"How about my place, it's the only place in town that I know."

We got in our cars and she followed me back to my place. My place consisted of a small one bedroom apartment, which had a small living room with a couch reclining chair and then a small kitchen and a bedroom that seemed like an afterthought in the structure. We parked our cars in the street in front of the building and then went into my apartment on the first floor.

"Here it is" I said, as we entered my apartment. Holly sat down on my couch. We ended up lying on my couch watching TV, when I noticed something I probably should have noticed earlier. I smelled alcohol on her breath. "Have you been drinking?"

"I was sneaking vodka into my cokes at work, I think that's why they were mad... I'm tired, but I don't want to drive anywhere," She said. That statement was quite suggestive.

"I'll drive you home if you want me to," I offered.

"No, my car is here" She replied.

"Ok. I will drive you back to your dorm, drive you and your car there, and then I will walk all the way back," I offered.

"Are you trying to get rid of me?" She asked, her voice seemed like she was messing with me.

"I guess we could watch some more TV," I said, changing the subject.

"There are some other things we could do," She said. It was obvious this girl would have sex with me if I really tried. She was drunk, lonely, and asking to be taken advantage of. She fell asleep with me on my couch. I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't take advantage of her, as you might like. I lifted her off of me and left her on the couch, draping a blanket over her, before I went off to bed.

I woke up at about 3 in the morning, forgetting that Holly, a stranger, was in my apartment, then I rolled over in my bed, to try to fall back asleep. I rolled into a body, and then I heard a scream. "Who are... are you," she stammered.

"This is my house, who" then I remembered. "Holly." "Who are you?"

"I'm John" She stared back at me. You came back here from the bar. You fell asleep on my couch

"Did we... you know?"


"No you don't know, or no we didn't"

"No we didn't... I think."

"You mean you brought a drunk girl to your house and then didn't sleep with her"


"Why did you bring me here?"

"You wanted to come here, I didn't realize you were drunk till we got here."

"I remember now. You told me to quit and then I was afraid my boss was gonna yell at me"

"That's me"

"Thanks for the rescue stranger," Her senses seemed to have returned.

"I think I will stay if you don't mind," she said.

"No I don't mind," I said, unsure.

She then hugged me in tight, snuggling, then I realized that she was naked under the covers of my bed. We slept the rest of the night in each others arms, enjoying the warmth of the other's body. This was definitely a first for me.

I woke up and realized that it had to be at least noon. Her arm was draped around my shoulder, I was facing away from her and she was up against my back. I could feel her breasts and nipples resting against my back. She was still sleeping. I got up and went to the bathroom. When I came back she wasn't in bed. So I walked into my living room and saw her. She was standing in the middle of the room, completely naked. I could see her for the first time. Her hair was messed up, and her breasts were perfect, they weren't very big but they were pert, and were nicely round, probably small C cup. Her legs were beautiful and long, she was unshaven. After a few seconds I realized that I was staring. "hhmmm," she cleared her throat.

"Sorry," I said and I looked her straight in the eyes. "John, I had a very good night thanks to you, it could have been much worse." She picked up a pen and walked towards me, still in just boxers. She grabbed my hand and wrote her number on my palm. "Do you want my number?" I asked her.

"Yea," she said. So I found some paper and wrote it down for her and handed it to her.

"Where am I supposed to put this, my pocket?" she asked breaking the ice enough for us to laugh.

She found her clothes and dressed herself. Then she went to leave, "Here, a souvenir," She handed me her panties. I took them with my hand but still stared here right in the eyes, as she opened the door.

She started to walk out, "Holly", she turned back towards me, I dropped her panties and I grabbed her hands and pulled her towards me and I kissed her on the mouth, she blushed, though she hadn't blushed when she had been naked. She smiled, not one of those fake smiles, but one of those I can't help it smiles. Then she walked out and closed the door behind her. There was something about this girl, she was so confident, yet innocent, and beautiful. I couldn't stop thinking about her.

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