My story begins during the first week in my first year of college. I had left home for the first time that fall and had just arrived at the campus that day. It was a very hectic, very busy time with so much to do! I had to sign up for classes, get my books, get someplace to call home for the school year – thank goodness for our guides!

The college had asked some of the upper classmen and women to assist us newcomers in getting done what we needed so our first few days wouldn’t be so stressful. With their help, we all seemed to get everything done with a minimum of fuss and mistakes. I had my classes lined up for that year and had a list of the books and supplies I needed. All that was left was to get a dorm room.

Through a stroke of blind luck, I was assigned to a room at one end of Dooghan Hall on the ground floor. Dooghan Hall was a recent addition to the college and so the rooms were fairly new and the place looked really nice. The rooms were designed for two students with a semi-private bathroom in them. No kitchen, but it wasn’t very far to the dining hall and I didn’t even have to go outside to go there – a feature I would come to love when winter hit later that year!

I was in my room unpacking, when one of the dorm monitors stopped by. “Matthews?” he asked.

“Yes, I’m Thomas Matthews,” I replied.

“Hi Thomas – or is it Tom? I’m David Andrews, one of the dorm monitors here in Dooghan Hall.”

“Hi David, yeah Tom is fine.”

“Are you all set with your room? Do you need anything?” he asked.

“No, I’m okay. I think I pretty much have everything I need for now, at least.”

“Okay, well if you need any help, just get hold of me or one of the other dorm monitors and we’ll try to help,” he said.

“Okay thanks. Right now everything is pretty much a blur! But if I need help or have any questions, I’ll let you know.”

“Okay then ... oh, by the way, you got lucky – the guy you were supposed to split the dorm room with had to cancel. There was a problem with his scholarship or something. So you get a room to yourself this semester!”

“Oh?”

“Yeah, but don’t worry, it will still cost the same for you. You just get a private room, you lucky dog!” David said, grinning.

I finished unpacking after David left and was looking around at my room. It would be nice to have the place to myself – I had never shared a room, being an only child, and it was nice to ease into college without the added stress of getting used to a roommate!

Since it was still early once I had settled in, I decided to see about getting my books for my classes. It was only Thursday and class didn’t start until the following Monday, but I saw no sense in waiting ... and possibly not having a book because they ran out!

I walked across the commons to the bookstore to see about my books. The bookstore was upstairs above the campus food court and activity center, and as I got there the line wasn’t very long at all – another break today!

I got to the counter and waited for someone to come up and help me. From around the corner of one of the bookshelves, she appeared.

“Hi, Can I help you?” she said. I looked down at her name tag. It read “Samantha” but I saw it as gorgeous!

Let me describe Samantha. She was a sophomore – one year ahead of me – and 20 years old. She was a beautiful looking, sexy woman. She was about five foot six inches tall, with blonde shoulder length hair and hazel eyes. She had a lovely face, and a hot 34C-24-35 body that turned heads wherever she went.

“Can I help you with anything?” she repeated, smiling.

I snapped out of my dazed state “Oh, sorry ... I ... I need some books,” I said, unable to form anything more intelligent!

“Well I kind of assumed that, considering this is the bookstore!” she said grinning at me.

What an idiot! “Yeah ... I guess so,” I said, sheepishly.

“Let’s see your class schedule,” she said. I handed her my class schedule. “Okay, you will need an English book, a math book, and a science book. I see you are getting a lot of your required classes out of the way early – good idea. A lot of kids come in here and think college is a big party. Then they hit reality and find they have to do all their required classes before they can graduate!”

“Yeah, that’s what my high school counselor told me too. He suggested I get the hard classes out of the way so I can enjoy my college years without worrying about taking them later,” I said.

“So where are you from?” she asked as she looked up the availability of the books.

“I’m from a little place called Marionville, Missouri,” I told her.

“Marionville? Well, I’m from Springfield, just up the road from you! I’ve been to Marionville a few times!” she said surprised.

“Wow! We’re almost neighbors, then!” I said. We talked a little bit about back home. Sam (she told me to call her Sam since Samantha was such a mouthful!) hadn’t been home since she started school there, and wanted to catch up on the latest news. Well, I didn’t know too much about Springfield, but I told her about Marionville and that was good enough for her. We talked for about 20 minutes or so since there wasn’t anymore customers behind me at that time.

“Well, I’d better get your books so you can get back to what you were doing,” she said and left to fill my order. Actually I could have stayed there talking with Sam a lot longer, but I figured she had work to do to. She came back a couple minutes later.

“Okay, I have your English book and your biology book. But your math book is out of stock right now. We have some books in the back that haven’t been unpacked and it might be in that order. Why don’t you tell me where you are staying and I can have it delivered if you like when we get some in.” she said.

“I’m in Dooghan Hall, room 1101 ... the first floor, north end,” I told her.

“Okay, if your book is in the boxes in the back or if it comes in tomorrow I will make sure I set aside a copy for you and have it delivered,” she said.

“Thanks, Sam ... well, I’d better let you get back to work. It was nice talking to you and seeing a friendly face! It’s a long way to Marionville from here!” I said.

“Even further to Springfield though! Bye Thomas Matthews!” she said, with a coy little smile.

The next day was Friday and because class didn’t start till Monday, I decided to relax a bit in my dorm room and mentally get myself ready for whatever was to come.

I had my laptop computer turned on and was getting ready to write an email or two. I got a short letter off to my parents to let them know how I was doing and that I had gotten settled in my room.

With my email obligations met, I shut down that program and began surfing. I found one of my favorite porn sites and set about watching a movie, hoping that the diversion would relax me. The movie was very good and I soon found myself sporting a very hard cock.

I was busily stroking my cock and just about to finish myself off, when suddenly there was a knock on the door. Quickly I tucked everything back in as best I could and went to answer the door.

“Oh Hi Sam! Come on in,” I said. Samantha came in and I shut the door behind her.

“I brought your math book over. It was in the boxes that we hadn’t unpacked when you stopped by yesterday. I kind of figured...” she said, but suddenly she stopped, looking down.

“Oh shit, Sam!” I said, quickly scrambling to shield my cock. I had forgotten to zip up and my hard cock was bulging out of the zipper opening. Thankfully I had my boxers covering the thing but still it was terribly embarrassing!

On top of that when Sam stopped talking, the sounds of pornographic love making in the background – the laptop was still running the movie! I hysterically tried to explain myself. “I ... I ... shit I wasn’t expecting anyone! It isn’t what you think. I was...” I stammered rattling off excuse after excuse until I finally stopped, taking a moment to look at Sam, and realizing that Sam was looking at me in a odd way...

She stared at me, undressing me with her eyes, the panic that had taken her over was draining away. She stood there quietly, breathing heavily, staring at my body. I didn’t know what to do, I was still frozen in place and probably turning every shade of red there was.

Sam walked over to me “Don’t worry, Tom. I know you didn’t expect me to come over.” she said, putting her arm around me. She sat down in the bed and waited for a moment until the shock of the situation had passed.

“So tell me ... what were you watching?” she asked me softly.

“I-I don’t know just a movie,” I said, still shaken.

She thought for a moment, then she turned to me, taking a deep breath. “Well, you’re already hard, you might as well finish.”

My eyes snapped up, looking at her astonished. “What?” I gasped.

She put her hand on my leg just inches away from my still hard cock. “Don’t worry, Tom, it’s okay. In fact ... I kind of like watching. I want to see you do it for me.”

I was dumbfounded. This girl wanted to watch me jack off!

“Stand up ... let me see you.”

I slowly stood up, Still uncertain about this whole thing. “So ... what now?” I said, nervous and confused, but clearly aroused.

“Do what you were doing before.” Sam said softly.

I looked at her for a second, then spoke “So ... you just want me to jerk off right here in front of you? Are you sure?”

She smiled, and nodded her head. I began to stroke my cock again, watching Sam watch me. Her eyes glued to my cock, I watched as her breathing got faster and she unconsciously licked her red lips. Her reaction to what I was doing encouraged me and I took a chance.

“Sam ... I want you to take your panties off, and show me your tits...” I said.

To my surprise, she lifted herself off the bed, pulling her panties down to her feet. She unbuttoned her blouse and removed it followed by her bra. Her beautiful tits were free and she played with her hard stiff nipples as I continued tugging at my cock.

She sat down on the other bed in front of me with her legs spread. Her naked pussy was dripping, and I watched her spellbound. Sam looked up at me as she reached between her legs and began fingering her pussy as I fistfucked myself.

“That’s it, baby. Stroke it faster. I want to see you cum.” Sam’s fingers were soaked as they worked her pussy faster.

“Sam ... I’m ... I’m gonna cum,” I said breathlessly

“On my tits, baby. Cum on my tits.” she said urgently. I looked into her lust filled eyes, and saw her hunger, her need. She got down on the floor in front of me kneeling with her legs spread as she continued fingering herself.

I pointed my cock at her naked chest. I gave a couple more tugs and then the first hot jets of cum shot out of my cock, splashing onto her waiting tits and running down between them.

When she felt my hot cum hit her, Sam also exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm, her pussy juices spilling out of her and soaking the carpet under her. She fell backwards onto the floor, convulsing and shuddering as her orgasm ripped through her.

I continued to cum, shooting more of my white spunk onto Sam’s beautiful body covering her tits and belly and pussy. Finally, with my balls drained and Sam laying covered in my cock-cream and oozing her own juices, I sat down on the bed before my legs gave out.

Then she stood up, and I saw my cum dripping down her body. “I need to clean up – mind if I take a shower?” she asked.

“No, go ahead. The towel in there is clean,” I said.

She smiled. “Thanks. You just rest and I’ll be out in a bit.” I nodded and laid back on the bed as I watched Sam go into the bathroom.

A few minutes later Sam emerged from the bathroom. “Thanks Thomas, I feel a whole lot better now,” she said as she came over to where I was laying. I patted the bed, an indication that I wanted her to lay next to me, which she did.

“Sam, forgive my naivety, but ... umm ... is college always like this?” I asked.

“You mean do the girls all like watching strange boys jerk off in front of them?” she giggled. “No, you just happened upon a girl who likes sex. I like to have sex and I like to watch sex. I like all kinds of sex too. And I like you too, Thomas. I liked you from the first time I saw you back when we were registering for classes.

“You didn’t see me – guess you were too busy trying to figure your classes out – but I saw you. I even ... watched you a little. Then when you came up to get your books, I learned who you were. And when your math book wasn’t in, I decided I would find them and bring it here myself. I’m glad I did too!”

“So am I Sam,” I said.

“So you don’t think I’m weird or a stalker or something?” she asked.

I leaned over and gave her a long kiss. “No, I don’t think you are weird or a stalker. I do think that this is going to be a hell of a school year!”

Sam smiled and snuggled a little closer to me, sighing in agreement.

School progressed and I finally got accustomed to the routine and how to find my way around the campus and college life. My classes weren’t too bad, although some were considerably easier than others! The bright spot in the whole ‘college experience’ was my growing relationship with Sam. Her and I continued to see each other regularly and we got closer and more involved.

One week, I decided to take our relationship a quantum step further. It was Friday and Sam was working at the bookstores. My last class of the day had finished, and so I went to the bookstore to see if I could help her – we both wanted her to finish up at the bookstore so we could get on with our weekend together!