Chapter 543: College Girl

Time to get her checked into school and find the dorms.

It took a bit of driving around to find the correct administration office to get the paperwork. Bambi’s parents stayed in the background as I went around with Bambi to help her get through the process. One thing blew up right off the bat.

She had a full scholarship covering tuition, books, room, and board. The problem was that the Financial Aid office was closed until Monday, but Bambi had to pay for everything today if she wanted to start classes Monday. Because her parents had just deposited the money, it wasn’t available for Bambi to use for five to seven business days, and the school wouldn’t take a check from her for that amount anyway. Of course, her debit card didn’t have access to those funds yet, either. The bursar’s office was closed today, so there were no wire transfers, and they weren’t about to take cash.

A smooth operator came over, looked at the situation, and told Bambi, “If you would like to come with me, I’ll see if I can work something out to get you through until you can get your scholarship money on Monday.”

“Wow! Really? I can spare a few minutes,” Bambi said.

He wasn’t expecting that answer from her.

From the snickering, I’m guessing Bambi isn’t the first woman he has tried to make a deal with, and then the women find that all he could work out was his dick from his pants.

On the other hand, I had multiple women in this office wanting to work something out of my pants.

I wore board shorts that outlined my dick hanging seven inches down against my left leg. I had on a form-fitting t-shirt that accented my build. I leaned in to remind Bambi that she still had the two credit cards I gave her years ago. She never needed to use them with the clothing fairies providing her with the latest fashions of the clothes she loved. She used her debit card for everything else.

She got the black one from her wallet and got in the long line to pay. Since she started a conversation with one of the girls in line, I hung back and waited. Her parents went off to walk around the campus until Bambi finished here.

With the speed of those older ladies processing the credit cards and typing into the computers, we may not get Bambi in her dorm until tomorrow.

I kicked back, and people watched. Many of them were taking turns watching me too.

I overheard one of the women saying, “They said we had some last-minute freshman football player transfers. I thought he was with that woman who just found out she was accepted and had to rush here from the mainland. She went off to pay, and he seems lost.”

“He’s got the build for a football player. From the looks of things, he didn’t take any steroids to get that size,” another said.

Someone pointed me out to a guy from the football team. He turned my way before quickly rushing over. Not even asking me my name, he started guiding me over to an area designated for athletes only. When he started telling the person to get me a meal card, dorm assignment, and a training schedule, I texted Bambi what was going on. She told me to have fun. It was going to be a few hours before she got everything paid.

As he still hadn’t asked me my name, I wasn’t sure how it was that he was getting me a dorm room assigned. I stayed quiet and let him do his thing. Faster than Bambi had been told that she couldn’t get her scholarship money until Monday, this guy was rushing me out of this area toward the jock dorms.

Once in the dorm, he verified my room was a single room and that it already had sheets, bedspreads, and towels. On the desk was an unopened laptop, monitor, keyboard, and mouse. The stack of papers went onto the desk as he rushed me to show me the dining halls. I texted Bambi’s parents how this guy didn’t even ask who I was and assumed I was one of the expected incoming football player transfers due today or tomorrow. We are headed to the football training field now.

“We didn’t get any details on your past positions. Due to you just arriving, we need to run you through a few things to see what positions will best fit your skills,” the guy explained.

Sure, whatever.

One backup quarterback threw passes to various receivers, so the guy took me over. He told the QB that I was new and wanted to see if I could catch a pass. I expected the look the QB gave me when he told me to go long. From how he positioned himself and readied to throw, I guesstimated the rough area he was targeting. It was around forty yards away. I took off in that direction and glanced back when I heard him grunt a bit as he threw it. The guy had changed things up and threw it toward the other side of the field and closer to fifty yards out. Accounting for the slip of my sneakers, I turned in that direction and kicked my speed up. I stopped, turned, and waited for the ball to arrive.

You didn’t expect that, did you?

I jogged back over to wait my turn for him to throw another one. No matter where he threw it, I was able to get there in time to catch it.

That included the ones he threw short at the ground.

Next, the coach put me up to run some sprints with the other receivers. I held back so that I didn’t outrun them too much.

Another coach came over and asked, “How far can you push the sled?”

“Where do you want me to push it?” I joked back.

He pointed to an area fifty yards away and gave me an “ok, smart-ass” look. He got two large linemen to stand on it to mess with me. Not having cleats, I took off my shoes to give me a way to dig into the grass to get traction. I walked over, put a hand against each pad, got in position, and started to push it. Once I got past the initial effort to get it moving, it didn’t seem to be straining my muscles. I dug in and kept pushing.

“You can stop now,” the coach said.

“That didn’t seem like fifty yards,” I responded as I stepped back and wiped the bit of sweat off my forehead.

He shook his head and said, “You pushed it to the other end of the field.”

“Oh. Sorry. I didn’t have any point of reference. Let me push it back to where you wanted it,” I told the coach.

I turned it around and pushed it to where he wanted me to stop it earlier. The two linemen were still on it. I had stopped all the practice on the field as they watched me push the sled.

Much like at the university where I had gone to test college courses to show the board of education, a coach asked me if I was any good at throwing the ball.

“I do ok. Where do you want me to throw it?” I asked.

He took the bait and pointed to a receiver around sixty yards out. That guy talked some smack, so I added some heat to the throw. I hit his hands right in front of his chest, knocking him on his back.

Terry would have put him on his back and ensured he was out cold.

It took ten passes for the coach to realize I could hit anyone on the field wherever they were when they ran and put their hands up.

“Fucking hell,” one of the coaches said. “I did some time coaching pro ball, and I’ve not seen anyone do that and still have the power on the ball to knock the receiver back. He pushed that five-man sled like it had wheels and barely broke a sweat. I’ve not seen anyone outrun Willie. I’m not sure it matters who we have on the field. I think he can plow and run the ball over the line himself.”

He approached me and asked, “What positions do you want to play?”

“Oh, I don’t play football,” I told him. “I don’t have any interest in playing sports other than recreationally with my cousins.”

That pissed him off.

“So, what the hell are you doing here if not to play college ball?” a different coach asked.

I smiled as I pointed to the guy who brought me here and said, “Oh, I finished college and graduate school at fifteen. I’m here with a friend that got accepted last week and today is as soon as we could get here from the mainland. That guy didn’t even ask my name before getting me a dorm room and bringing me out here. My friend seemed to be having a great time talking to a girl she met in line, and I had nothing else to do for a few hours. Thanks for letting me come to work off my big breakfast.”

“I’ve not seen anyone with your raw talent in my entire career. Why aren’t you playing pro ball somewhere?” a different coach asked.

I smiled and told them, “It probably has to do with the fact that I could buy all the professional football teams and have plenty of money leftover, not that I would want to buy any sports teams. I also provide homes for thousands of foster kids. I own businesses that I haven’t ever seen that I need to visit. If you don’t mind, I need to get back to my friend. She is probably getting to where the dinosaurs will run her credit card.”

“Damn, you’re that guy,” a receiver said as he slapped me on the shoulders. “My brother was at the university where you did that summer program when you were fifteen. He said you were such a nice guy that they let you stay in the virgin vault to care for the program’s little kids. Women who lived on that floor told everyone how you bought them underwear and silk pajamas. It seems there was only one girl on that floor under eighteen. That girl got popular suddenly, but he never could find out why. She was a nerd that mostly kept to herself.”

“Karen is a damn fine engineer and intelligent. An adult toy company with an extensive product line had issues with their products not standing up to heavy use. A big issue with their quality control is that they needed better product testing and analysis of failures but lacked project testers. Karen had a large group of willing testers who would give that company’s products a workout. When things broke, Karen would analyze the reasons for the failure and provide that with the failed item. She added many design changes she felt were applicable,” I explained.

The receiver replied, “Giving a dorm full of locked-down women free sex toys for them to try to break would make a woman popular.”

I returned to Bambi to find she was still in line, but only a few people were behind her. Once she paid, things went quickly. I had her and her three new friends laughing their asses off as I told them about the football coach assuming I was a transferring player without even asking me.

Bambi’s parents met up with us and headed to get her stuff to her dorm room.

We found that one of Bambi’s new friends, Tiffany, was assigned as Bambi’s roommate. The other two girls were three doors down on the same floor.

All three girls are dirt-poor and on scholarship because they are also damn smart.

I got the four girls in Bambi and Tiff’s room and said, “Bambi didn’t bring much because I’m taking her shopping. I wasn’t eavesdropping or nosey, but I saw that you only had a backpack and one small suitcase. I know a lot about women’s underwear. What you have isn’t going to last you through the semester, you don’t have any bathing suits, and I’m guessing you will need some lawn maintenance before you can wear one anyway. We need to drop Bambi’s parents off at my house, and we can pick up a van to go shopping. If you aren’t shy about having a guy take you shopping for underwear, bathing suits, and clothes, then we need to get moving. If you want to stay here, I will get you the correct bathing suits and underwear sizes while Bambi and I are out. I don’t need to see you naked or take any measurements, so no worries that I’m some creep trying to see you naked.”

“Bambi said you were a nudist and had been at a nudist resort when she was visiting there,” Tiff said.

I laughed and told her, “More than one, but we are just friends. I don’t think I’ve ever had a girlfriend. You don’t count girls who are your best friends as girlfriends, do you?”

“You expect me to believe you have that body, go to nudist places, and you’re a virgin?” Tiff asked.

Bambi and I both laughed at that.

“David said he hadn’t had a girlfriend, not that he was a virgin. My sister miscarried the first time he got her pregnant. Their first was a girl, then she had triplets, two boys and a girl. If she isn’t pregnant again, it is because David is off knocking up someone else,” Bambi told the three women.

Tiff, especially, gave me a nasty look. The other two had odd looks but nothing like Tiff’s look.

Bambi saw her mistake and said, “It isn’t like that, Tiff. My sister and three friends wanted to get pregnant and decided that David would be the father. He was their flesh dildo sperm donor. He had some issues in middle school to the point where he mostly ignored everybody. Some girls took advantage of that, and at least one I know got pregnant and had his kid when she was thirteen. She has a girl, twins, and triplets. If David was around long enough when she was in town and fertile, she got pregnant too. Here, look. How many guys do you know with a nine-inch-dick that gets rubbers custom-made so that he doesn’t get a pregnant woman who doesn’t want to have his kid?”

Kelly and Ariel didn’t miss that Bambi slipped her hand into my pocket and pulled out the rubbers with the familiarity of someone more than a friend.

Tiff had deeper issues because she said, “Deadbeat dad then.”

“Since you don’t know David, I’ll let that slide,” Bambi said. “I won’t say he is the best father in the world, but he delivered the triplets. I don’t mean to stand there and watch. He was there between her legs as she pushed the kids out. I’m pretty sure his four-year-old, that was only two or three then, cut the cords on all seven of his children delivered by four women that day.”

“So? He was there for some of his kids being born before walking out on them,” Tiff replied.

No matter what Tiff thought of me, she wasn’t turning down me taking her shopping. She made it clear that I wasn’t getting between her legs as a result.

I got a text right then that made me chuckle a bit.

“That is probably good because my friend’s little sister discovered I was back on the island. Her adoptive parents are both in the military and are on their way to Washington. Her big sister is a test pilot and has to do some night flights tonight, Tiff,” I told her. “Lindy knows more about sex than you, anyway, even if she just turned eight recently. I think she would have preferred to have her dad be a deadbeat dad instead of a bastard on a level you can’t even comprehend.”

To Bambi’s parents, I said, “That was Lindy’s older sister that you met earlier.”

We headed to my house on the beach. I hadn’t been there, but the rideshare knew the area. Lindy was already there, having an ice cream cone out by the pool.

She would have been nude if the wall along the beach was higher, not that the tiny strip of loose fabric between her legs covers anything anyway.

When she saw Bambi, she dropped the ice cream cone and ran toward us at full speed. I managed to grab her before she knocked Bambi over. Lindy’s suit fell off somewhere along the way.

“Did Tee and Dee come? Where’s Bart?” Lindy wanted to know.

She didn’t like finding it was just Bambi, but she did introduce herself to Bambi’s parents.

“I know that Winter didn’t drop you off wearing only that scrap of fabric,” I told Lindy. “If you want to go clothes shopping with Bambi and her friends, you must get dressed.”

I saw the grin that told me not only did Lindy want clothes, but she was also going to make the four women play dress-up with her.

While Lindy went to wash off the chlorine and dress, we wandered around the house. I found my bedroom without any trouble. I’m not sure it was the master, but it was bigger than mine in the mansion at home. By my best guess, it was twenty feet by twenty-five feet, not including the bathroom or walk-in closet. Bambi went into the closet and got me a different Hawaiian shirt and some looser board shorts.

Bambi’s parents had their luggage in one of the rooms facing the ocean.

“That covers six of the eight bedrooms. You should probably take the other one that faces the ocean, Bambi. There is also a surprise for you out in the garage,” I told her.

Tiff, Kelly, and Ariel kept telling Bambi to hurry up. They wanted to see her new car. That had to be what I had in the garage for her.

When we got to the first garage, the three women didn’t know what to think when they saw the new mountain bike. They couldn’t get why Bambi hugged me and kissed me on the lips in happiness. It was only a few steps better than those from the box stores.

Bambi explained, “I can get around campus much better than using a car, and I will ride it over here when I need to use the car or van.”