Chapter 1: Meeting Michael

I was finally a college senior! Woo hoo!! It was the beginning of September and I had just returned to school, quickly getting settling in for my last year of college. True, I was still living on-campus in the same apartment as last year, but I had a new roomie and besides, with student teaching I knew that I would be pretty busy this year - probably more busy than any previous year. With everything else going on, about the last thing on my mind was a boyfriend. That’s NOT to say BOYS weren’t on my mind, just not a boyfriend.

Every year the hardest thing about coming back to school has been having to switch over to a totally different lifestyle. Don’t get me wrong, I love my school and I don’t regret for a minute my decision to come here, but there is ONE thing about it that’s especially hard to deal with - the code of conduct (“Lifestyle Guidelines” as they like to refer to them) we are required to follow. Of course, technically they are just “guidelines” and as such aren’t mandatory, but it was made clear to us that attending this school isn’t mandatory either! Most of the rules are just common sense and actually are perfectly reasonable; but the part about abstinence and no sex is a bit over the top, to say the least.

My freshman year was probably the hardest in terms of dealing with the rules but by over the past three years I have found ways to deal with my frustrations and general horniness in numerous ways, some better than others as it turned out, and so I was confident that this year would go well. After all, it is my LAST year! All I have to do was hang in there for nine more months and I graduate!

Sitting alone in my bedroom, my thoughts wandered back to my freshman year at about this same time. God, I thought at the time I was so mature and confident when in reality I was incredibly naive and maybe even a bit over-confident. My assumption had been that my boyfriend back in Pittsburgh would wait for me to return, especially after the naughty goodbye present I had given him. Yeah, right! Not two weeks later I got an e-mail from him telling me he wanted to break up. Can you believe it - an e-mail!! Well, the joke was on him as I had just spent the weekend at my new roomie’s house and she had taken a bunch of pictures of me for him - pictures that I am sure would have had him jerking off in a heartbeat BUT he never got to see them of course.

If there was silver lining in that bad experience with my boyfriend, during the weekend at her house I also learned a few interesting things about Brenda, my roomie. To make a long story VERY short, she was my first lesbian experience, at least outside my family. It wasn’t her first time as she preferred girls, but I was still hooked on cocks so while it was fun to play with Brenda, she couldn’t satisfy me in the way a guy could - if you know what I mean.

I also learned a valuable lesson from my jerk of a boyfriend; just because a guy claims to love me doesn’t mean that he loves ME. Odds are it probably just means he loves to fuck me. Being so far from home, I decided it wasn’t worth getting into another long-distance relationship. After all, with all the rules and restrictions at school, what was the point in having a boyfriend if we couldn’t have sex?

It didn’t help that I never trusted the guys outside of school in the local community. It was previous obvious that all they wanted was to get into my pants. That may have been fun for some fun now and then, but wasn’t what I was looking for in a relationship. All-in-all, for the next three years I steered clear of any serious relationships.

Actually, there WAS one time when I thought that maybe things might work out with a local guy. Unfortunately, he got too serious and I had to break it off when he started to use the “L” word. Once I graduate I can start looking for a serious relationship but until then, my plans are to just take whatever comes my way. There WAS one promise that I had made from the start of this school year and that was that I wouldn’t go off and do anything silly this year like I had done in the past when my sex drive got out of control. Fortunately, I had come through everything pretty well even when my brief escorting career had ended on a sour note.

One of the questions I get asked a lot is where guys can find girls like me. My assumption when they say that is what they really want to know is where can they find a girl who puts out on the first date. Well, I learned long ago that one of the best places to meet guys is at church and I would say that goes the other way as well. There is something that seems to appeal to guys when a girl plays a little naughty in church and I find it fun as well.

While at school I am active at the local church I attend where I help out with the youth group. A lot of young guys attend the church from the nearby area. My suspicion is that they are attracted more by the abundance of 18-21 year-olds from the university next door than the quality of the religious services. Indeed, this was how I met my one “boyfriend” I mentioned earlier. You would have thought I would have learned my lesson from him but as it turned out, even I can be blind in the right circumstances.

In my opinion, the rules at my school are so ridiculously oppressive that I don’t feel guilty when I tweak them a bit, particularly with regards to clothes. We aren’t allowed to wear anything risque or even the slightest bit suggestive at school which means I need two different wardrobes - one for home and one for school. There is one advantage in that it makes it easier to pack as I leave my school clothes behind when I go home and vice versa.

When I attend church I usually wear a long skirt to the services and jeans with a blouse to the youth activities. My silent “rebellion” comes in that I rarely wear underwear and I find it quite erotic to sit in church with nothing between me and the father next to me but the thin fabric of my dress. With his wife and kids on the opposite side of him, it thrills me when he steals a glance now and then at me during the service as I pretend not to notice. Of course, I cross my legs and do other subtle moves to encourage him.

My experiences at church are proof that attitude is as sexy or even more than clothing. Heck, any girl, even the overweight ones, can get a guy’s attention with a short skirt and low-cut blouse. It takes a lot more effort to do the same attention with a skirt hanging to my ankles and a blouse buttoned almost to my neck! Don’t get me wrong, I don’t blatantly throw myself at men and openly flaunt myself. It takes just the right look at just the right time to draw their attention. Walking the fine line between being naughty and getting expelled is a skill so far as I am concerned, one at which I am highly effective!

As I mentioned before, with all the college girls at church, it’s a magnet for boys in the community looking for that “catholic school girl”. Well, first of all I’m Presbyterian, not Catholic, and I’m clearly not innocent but I don’t think it really matters. This year I noticed several new faces and I smiled to myself, wondering if any of them would turn out to be more than just someone to flirt with. The odds were heavily against it but then you never knew.

One of the new guys was Michael. I noticed him immediately when I entered the church and I was pleased that he was giving me the once over as well; that is, until I saw that he was checking out ALL the girls as well - and not being exactly subtle about it! Did he really think he was going to draw the attention of any of the girls by leering at us?

For some reason or another, Michael seemed to focus more on me, which I didn’t mind as he wasn’t a bad looking guy. I hadn’t ever seen him on campus so I figured he must have been one of the locals. Our eyes met briefly and I flashed him a smile before heading to the ladies room to fix my hair.

There is a paved walkway between the campus and church but it was windy outside today so by the time I made it, my hair was a total disaster. When I exited, I noticed he was leaning against the wall opposite the doorway with his arms folded and one leg crossed over the other as he stood there looking quite confident and full of himself. As I passed by, he straightened up and caught up with me.

“Hi, I’m Michael and I’m new here, would you mind telling me where the service is at?”

What a come-on line! There was only a sign about two feet high with a big arrow under it pointing the way ahead of us. There was ONE thing I noticed, though, and that was his accent. It was something British or maybe Australian, definitely not from boring old mid-Ohio! I pointed out the sign and started to walk away but he quickly stepped up to come alongside me again.

“Sorry to bother you again, but if you don’t have anyone to sit with, would you mind if I joined you?”

Well, you could say what you wanted about him but the guy DID move fast. Normally I would’ve just gone in and looked around for someone I knew and had a seat. I guess it didn’t hurt in this case to indulge his request and so I tilted my head towards the sanctuary and we headed off that way together. On the way we passed the Pastor and I introduced our new guest to him. My Pastor asked him where he was from and he said Nottingham, England and that he was here on an internship with a company in town. Cool - Robin Hood himself was in the building!

With the service about to start, there wasn’t much time for us to talk with the Pastor so we went in the sanctuary and found a seat about half-way down on the aisle. There was still at least five minutes so Michael filled me in on some new details about himself. It turned out that he was out of England for the first time, at least to this continent, and he had just arrived a couple of weeks before. I couldn’t help but smile when he confessed that he wasn’t normally much of a churchgoer but the guys at work had recommended he come here to meet girls! At least he was honest - worth a few points in my book.

Michael seemed a bit young for a company to be investing this much money in him (I learned later he was twenty two, just a little older than me). My dad sometimes hired interns for his law office but he always picked them from the local universities where they then became essentially “slaves” in the office - working ungodly hours for peanuts. He would never have brought anyone over from a foreign country, at least not for an internship. Michael explained it was a special program the company was offering and he had already graduated the past fall so once the internship was over he had the potential to become a full employee. I had to admit I was becoming a bit impressed with Michael.

The service started and for the next hour or so, it was business as usual. I was wearing a long peasant style dress that hung to my ankles but at least bunched around my boobs enough to accentuate my breasts. I caught Michael taking a peek more than once at me as we went through the rituals of the service. I wonder what he would have said had he known under that dress there was nothing but me and a little baby powder!

After the service we headed out and I expected to just say goodbye and get back to my apartment and out of this silly dress. I guess they raise them to be bold in the UK as instead of saying goodbye, Michael offered to buy me lunch! He warned me that he wasn’t too familiar with the surrounding area yet so he would leave it to my discretion as to where we went. I didn’t have anything THAT pressing to do back at my room so I figured why not accept a free lunch? The campus cafeteria wasn’t bad, not bad at all actually, but it was still nice to get out and about and besides, I WAS a little interested in this guy.

We walked out to his car in the parking lot. It was a small rental and he apologized, saying he hadn’t had time to find a car yet, but that didn’t bother me under the circumstances. He even opened the door for me! Not many guys do that anymore and Michael rose yet another notch in my book.