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I was a sophomore
engineering student at an Ivy League college, living in a coveted dorm
located in Collegetown. I had not had a steady girlfriend since freshman
year, and got by on the occasional drunken hook-up. One night I was
studying (for an engineering calc final) in the common area of the dorm
(located on the ground floor). There were a number of us studying in the
common area, but as the hours passed, the crowd grew thinner. Eventually,
me and a girl from my floor, Debbie, were the only ones left. It was about
2 a.m. I was casually acquainted with Debbie (enough to know that she had
a boyfriend). Debbie was about 5'9", with short, curly blonde hair and
blue eyes (very New England-y, J. Crew looking). We ended up sharing some
coffee she had brought down with her and talking for about two hours. At
about 4 a.m. (when the mind really starts getting hazy), we ended up in
her room, where she proceeded to strip for me, and ended with a great
blowjob (during which she complimented my assets glowingly). I fell asleep
in her bed for a while, but awoke to find her in a robe, fresh from the
shower. We parted ways. I called Debbie to invite her to a party my
housemates and I threw the following year, but she declined. I had to
retake the calc class. |
