The problem with being a freshman even in a small town college was you didn’t know
the ropes yet. Here he was, Henry (Hal) Rutledge living in a small town just like he
always had. He’d grown up in the tiny town of Carthage, upstate New York. He’d gone to a
small town high school, played on the small town high school football and baseball teams
and even gotten laid by a few small town high school girls. To be sure he occupied his own
dorm room complete with single bed, dresser, books, closet and three-piece bath.
The first few days of classes were a blur of registration and orientation. He
learned how to find the classrooms in the different buildings on campus. He’d gotten his
part time work schedule to help defray expenses. Student loans were fine except they
eventually had to be paid back and the less you had to borrow the better. He’d gotten a
decent grant for his academic achievements during his last two high school years. Good old
Carthage High.
He kept his yearbook for sentimental reasons. Even so soon one of his classmates,
Felix Turner, had perished in a senseless car crash. The stupid bastard got into a drag
race on a fucking two-lane road competing for a ten-dollar bill. The oak tree Felix ran
into had other plans. Oak trees and on-coming trucks didn’t care about ten dollar bills.
Christ what an utter fucking waste. So the last time the class was together was the
graduation ceremony. They’d never be whole again. He sighed and put on some soft
sentimental rock on his radio.
Hal decided to be stoic this first year. Everyone told him the first year was the
hardest. His old man had said, “Put your shoulder to the wheel and if you get good grades
I’ll start chipping in next year.”
That was dad for you. He’d help once you’d proven yourself but that was okay as far
as Hal was concerned. John Rutledge the second wasn’t a looser and he sure as hell wasn’t
going to permit his son to be one either. So Hal hadn’t brought his television. If there
was a really important sports event he could always go to the student lounge.
Of course Bedford College had a class d, or was it class e, football team? They
played other schools like Podunk U and Paluckaville junior and so on. He’d already decided
to always call the opposition the other school.
There wasn’t all that much to do by Friday night and as luck would have it that was
the night of the first football game for that season. Bedford was regaled in their green
and gold uniforms while the cheerleaders jumped and twirled doing their teasing splits and
hops and even revealing cartwheels. At first he watched the game with its lackluster, no
talent muddle in the middle of the field. It was as if neither team had the ability to get
beyond the other team’s twenty-five yard line, and the place kicking was downright
pathetic. Every time Bedford College would get the ball or make a first down or pee in
their collective pants the hot, skimpy clad nymphettes would jump and scream and twirl
their batons and themselves as if they were prancing for a super bowl crowd.
By the end of the first half Bedford had eked out a seven nothing lead on a fumble
recovery at the opponent’s fifteen yard line. Two passes later and an extra point kick
that just barely got through the uprights and Bedford had the lead. The cheer sluts went
wild. He watched as the mini skirted cock teasers leapt and twisted, cart wheeled and back
flipped. He saw a myriad of breasts practically bursting out of the Green and gold
sweaters. He got hard just looking at those sexy splits. Christ what legs, tits and lovely
faces.
As the second half dragged on he watched the cheerleaders with more intensity.
There was a really well endowed brunette who looked a lot like a porn star he’d seen in a
dripping triple x flick. The movie had been presented in the misnamed Fine Arts Theatre.
The snazzy brunette’s legs were shapely and he liked how she swayed her hips and
through her head back with her mouth wide open, as if she was ready to give some large
cock serious head.
Then there was the outstanding blonde with the little girl look. She was wearing
ponytails of pigtails or whatever the fuck they called them. She had on light, pink
lipstick and she probably was twenty but looked like a well developed 13 year old. Her
legs were slender and even from where he was sitting looked smooth as silk. Both the
brunette and this tramp looking blonde had hour glass figures. The blonde seemed to be
wiggling her ass just for him. Hal ached to ram his dick deep into her two little holes
that must be somewhere inside her revealing skirt.
Then he saw THE BLACK!
His heart almost stopped as he watched the smooth motions of this Amazonian beauty.
Her legs were graceful with powerful thighs. He could only imagine her riding his cock and
slamming down with power and animal lust. The black bitch had tits the size of melons.
Christ, a guy could get lost in there. She must have had some white overseer blood
somewhere in her background because she was a mild chocolate brown and her facial features
were not Negroid. Her thick sensuous lips looked like they were heaven made for sucking
big dicks. Her rich sable hair was long and lustrous. He watched those three the rest of
the game trying to imagine how they would respond and moan and fuck. He had to get their
names, find out what classes they took and what rooms they lived in. This wasn’t a coed
type school at least to the extent of roommates. Boy what he wouldn’t give for a large
room, a king sized bed and those three witches servicing him day and night. Why couldn’t
he have been born a millionaire? Then he could have simply purchased access to their
carnal delights.
As luck would have it he ran into the black bombshell in history class the
following Monday. God what a fox! He waited for the right moment and sat close to her to
enjoy the view. She had on high heels and her slender legs were nyloned in some dark
pattern that should have been outlawed. Her skirt barely came to her knees and she was
wearing a sleeveless blouse, as it was still warm in early September. He couldn’t get his
eyes off those legs and those big boobs that threatened to burst through the blouse and
give everyone a great show. As the professor droned on about the fucking Pilgrims and the
Mayflower and all the rest he gazed in wonder at the beautiful tar baby sitting literally
inches away from him.
For minutes he watched as she shifted her legs, crossing them one way and then the
other. Each time she did that her skirt moved up a little more revealing more and more of
that tantalizing dark skin. Then she slipped off her right shoe and she wiggled her toes
and arched her instep very suggestively.
Soon he noticed she was eyeing him as well and their eyes locked for several
intense moments.
Vanessa Carter was used to the hungering stares from boys ever since she’d been an
over developed twelve. In high school she’d banged around quite a bit. She had no
inhibitions as far as she knew but she’d come from the Deep South and down there white
boys weren’t generally allowed or interested. Sure, segregation had been supposedly done
away with but you couldn’t legislate for morality. There was something different in this
white boy’s eyes. She could see a consuming hunger in them along with kindness and perhaps
a smidgen of respect. He looked sixteen or seventeen to her although she knew he had to be
eighteen at least. The interested white boy had very attractive and deep gray eyes, a
ready smile accented by an adorable dimple, light brown hair and a slim yet solid build.
She was thinking to herself how big his dick was and if he knew how to use it. Well maybe
she’d give the white boy a chance to find out. She’d never had a white boy before and it
might be a lot of fucking fun. She gave him her most sexy, heart-rending smile.
She almost laughed as his mouth opened in awe. Her white teeth dazzled and her eyes
shone, those dark brown eyes that promised him everything, maybe.
When the class finally ended he broke the ice. His hands were sweaty and his throat
dry. Christ the black lynx was a walking wet fucking dream. He didn’t dare get up because
he was harder than granite. “Good afternoon miss. My name is Hal Rutledge what’s yours?”
She leaned towards him and gave him her sexiest low voice, “Hi guy. I’m Vanessa
Carter. I camp out over the Addison dorm. I couldn’t help noticin’ you noticin’ me.” She
waited for him to reply. She could see he was nervous and she found that sweet. At least
he had manners and that was a refreshing change.
He looked at her and croaked, “I’d like to get to know you better Vanessa. You’ve
hit me like a ton of bricks.”
She liked that. It was a new line at least for her. It was quite a bit more subtle
than “Do ya wanna get laid babe?”
She asked, “Does my color make ya nervous?”
Hal for just a moment seemed to get a lot older. His reply made her feel much more
comfortable. “Vanessa I’m hoping it won’t make any difference to you. I think our country
has had too much racism and it’s time it came to an end.”
They walked out of the classroom hand in hand and she whispered in his ear, “I’m
not blind Hal. Ya look at me like ya wanna really do me but I think we should know more
‘bout each other dontcha think?”
Her arm felt so warm against his and her perfume was driving him wild. He was
walking with one of the dream cheerleaders and she was at least somewhat interested. He
met her glance and almost walked into a cooler. She laughed, “Cat got you by dee tongue
Hal?”
He tried levity, “I’ve got to word this right or else you’ll just think I want to
jump on your bones.”
She laughed again. It was a warm responsive laugh showing acceptance of his
thought. He went on, “I don’t know what happened Vanessa. I see you sitting near me and I
can’t get my eyes off you. It’s like I’ve just gotten out of jail and met mega woman.”
She smirked, “tsk, tsk, tsk. Mega woman! I’ve never been called mega woman befo. I
kinda like that bro. How ‘bout I call you white trash?”
He snickered and then laughed, “Why not eh? White trash and mega woman, what a
combo.”
He was five foot eleven and boy was this lush piece long, lean and leggy. She was
almost as tall as he was, perhaps two inches shorter, but her hair and those fucking
sleazy heels made her look taller. He could feel her hip sway against him as they walked.
He didn’t care where they were going so he let her lead.
He asked, “So where are you from Mega woman? Where have you been all my life?”
She looked into his eyes again with a mischievous grin, “I saw ya at dee game
Friday night. I seen you gawkin’ at us at half time. I’m from Lexington Kin tuck.”
He felt her simmering body heat and his arm went around her waist without any
possibility of being held back. She didn’t shy away, in fact she put her arm around his
waist in like manner. He said was honest feeling, “It must be difficult for you to be so
far from your home and folks. I’m from upstate New York myself. I’m from a hole in the
wall known as Carthage. It’s about fifteen miles outside of Watertown.”
She leaned into him as they trudged oblivious of everyone and everything else. She
giggled, “I heard of Watertown. We call it H2O town.”
They laughed and he replied, “Sounds like a chemistry joke. You take that in
High?”
She definitely was getting to him. He could feel part of her left tit rubbing so
slightly against his side. Christ she was such a mouth watering looking minx. He wanted to
nail her on the spot but he listened to her answer. “Well white trash I sho did. I done
took college prep so I could come here just to meet you?”
He hugged her closer, “Well mega lady I’m glad you did. It’s so hard today to meet
a friendly person.” Then he stopped for a long moment and looked right into her deep dark
brown eyes, “Are you as lonely as I am?”
“You better believe it honey. I don’t know what’s happenin’ to us but it’s sho
powerful.”
They started walking on again. Her hand was moving around now. She was feeling his
hip and wandering around his flank and even his belly a little. He was sure there was a
signal there somewhere. His cock was so hard he was having trouble walking normally.
Vanessa could feel her cunt practically boiling. It was definitely dripping and she
knew her panties were sopping wet. She was wondering when he was going to say the magic
words, pop the big question, go for the home run ball and God did she want to ball him.
She liked his light brown hair and his clean-cut look. Those soft gray eyes sent shocks
right through her if he looked the right way.
They were leaving the area of the classroom buildings and finally he whispered in
her ear that sported an outrageously long thin earring. “Vanessa, how would you like to
get much better acquainted before we get better acquainted?”
She looked into those searching, hungry eyes and answered, “Are you suggesting what
I think ya are?”
He nodded while smiling at her with a nervous upward twitch of the lips.
Then she whispered into his eager ear, “Why don’t we sneak up to your room and we
can talk for awhile, hmmmm?”
She liked the way he’d asked and the fact that he’d asked. Her pussy was aching now
and her own hands were getting sweaty as they approached his dorm. She hadn’t felt quite
this way before. It felt like her pussy was burning inside. She knew there was only one
way to alleviate this need and the quicker the better.
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