Human Sexuality in CollegebyHarryPerry©
In high school, I was painfully shy. My hormones were raging, but I was so convinced that I was more naive than everyone else, I couldn't get up the courage to ask a girl out on a date. I watched as other more confident boys walked with their arms around girls, easily talked to them and even pushed them around in what I considered disrespectful ways. I just knew they were more confident because someone had taught them the "secrets" of attraction, sexuality and relationships. They must have had older brothers, cousins, or even friends that explained the "real" facts of life.
I made a point of keeping myself fit, my complexion clear and my hair in style in the hopes that some girl would take pity on me and make the first move. Of course a few did, but I was so convinced that they were setting me up to make fun of me that I rejected their offers straight out. I never went to parties to which I was invited. I never went to school competitions or events. I just stayed away from everyone.
Looking back on it, my one saving grace was my desire to learn as much as I could about sex, girls and relationships. Much of what I read was airy-fairy crap that I knew was anything but accurate, but I did find a few very promising tidbits. I grew to learn that there are huge differences between boys and girls with respect to their desires in a relationship, but there are a lot of exceptions that make the void blurry. There are women who like sex as much as men, and there are men who have a need to be loved and supported as much as women. The trick is finding someone who is compatible; that's the hard part.
One other thing that came out of all my reading and studying was a lot of what is commonly referred to as porn. For some reason, our society has labeled porn as evil and unacceptable; something to be abolished and removed from existence. What I learned was that porn has been around as far back as biblical times. The Bible has stories of kings and queens having sex with their maids and servants, with their children, with their in-laws and many times with an audience. God even sanctioned many of these couplings, yet they are considered evil and deviant today.
Even reading the story of Sodom and Gomorrah, God got mad because of the raping and forcing of sex on people that weren't willing or old enough. Sure, people like to pull out some of the other things that were going on, like prostitution and swinging, but these have been going on for thousands of years before and after Sodom and Gomorrah, and God hasn't been upset about it.
In the end, I gained a lot of knowledge about sex and pornography. I discovered that I knew more about fetishes, fantasies, adult toys and human sexual anatomy than anybody I knew, adult or otherwise. Researching the web brought me to many porn sites and to many erotic story sites, and I had many a marathon masturbation session while learning of other people's fantasies and fetishes. I also learned that I had a real exhibitionism streak in me that my shyness kept me from ever revealing - until college.
There was a small, private college in Southern California that I read about while doing my human sexuality research. It was supposed to be a very progressive school in the area of Human Sexuality. The school was made up of only about five thousand students, which was fairly evenly distributed between males and females. They required an entrance exam, which was purported as extremely difficult, a physical exam and a photograph, the latter requirements to be performed the first day.
Months before high school graduation, I took the online entrance exam and received a 98% on it. It was mostly questions about human sexual anatomy and a number of questions on fetishes and social morals. I received an e-mail from them congratulating me on such a high grade and encouraging me to apply there. According to the e-mail, I was among the small 2% of people in the United States that was so well informed on sex and human sexual behavior. What they didn't know was that all my knowledge was from books (and the Internet), and none of it was from actual practice. This made me very nervous about going there.
I decided that the only way I was going to break out of my shell was to just "do it!" After applying and being accepted to Perineum College, I told my parents that I was going to Remington College, which is nearby, and headed to Southern California.
On the train, I read the college brochure they had sent me from cover to cover. They had degree programs in Psychology, Sociology, Animal Husbandry, Human Sexuality and Biology. Their Human Sexuality program had only recently been added to their curriculum, and it was soon to be accredited. They did warn in the brochure that students entering this program would need to be open-minded, comfortable with their bodies and their own sexuality, and most importantly, healthy. I figured the last part was verified by the physical we would have to have. The morning of general registration, I was a bundle of nerves. How was I going to do this? What was I getting myself into? What if I was rejected for some reason?
I have to admit, the gymnasium where they held registration calmed me, which was surprising. I think it was the confused look I saw on all the faces around me. We were all freshmen, and I got the distinct impression I wasn't the only one that was nervous and confused. Of course only a few of the students around me were going into Human Sexuality, but it still put me at ease - that is until Winter introduced herself to me.
"Hi, my name is Winter," she said boldly. "You look new here."
Oh my God! If she's a freshman, I've died and gone to heaven. This girl looked anything but wintry. She was a blond goddess from the local area; Southern California, or so I thought. She was about five foot four, had sparkling blue eyes and the most golden tan I had ever seen on a girl. Her blond hair was long, straight and flowed over her shoulders to just below the swells of her breasts. She was dressed in a pair of jeans and a crop-top that showed plenty of golden cleavage.
After reading what I had about how insulting it is to stare at women, especially their breasts, I had to consciously force myself to look her in the eyes. My internal drive wanted to scan her entire body and linger at the most heart-throbbing points, but I managed to overcome it. I stammered and stuttered, something that happened a lot when I was really nervous, and introduced myself. "Hi, uh... my name is... uh... Greg."
We shook hands, and I could feel electricity shoot up my arm from her touch. I thought I might collapse in a faint.
"I'm a junior here, and I volunteered to help out new students," she explained. "You looked especially lost, so I thought I'd help you through the registration process. Would you like that?"
"Oh, wow! That would be great!" I said, still a bit jittery.
"So, what are you going to major in?" she asked as she took my registration packet from my hands.
"Uh..." Suddenly, I was embarrassed to admit it.
"Human Sexuality, huh?" she surmised. I don't know if she guessed it from my hesitation, or if she saw it on my registration forms. Either way, her face suddenly lit up. "That is so cool!"
"Uh, why?" I asked.
"That's what I'm majoring in," she explained. "I'm a lab assistant for HS102, which you should be taking the second semester. We'll be seeing a lot more of each other when you take that lab." She giggled, and I wondered if she meant it literally or figuratively.
Her confidence was comforting. We still had to stand in line, but she helped me to get all my classes planned out for the next two semesters. With Winter's help, my paperwork was all done correctly, so there was no going back and filling it out a second time.
"Holy, crap!" she said as she went through my paperwork. "So you're Greg Morrison! I heard about you from the admissions office. You got the highest grade on your entrance exam ever recorded. Wow! I was hoping to meet you sometime. Maybe you and I could hook up after you get settled and all."
I almost fell over. I wondered if she knew what "hook up" means in today's culture. According to my findings, when a girl says she has "hooked up" with someone once or twice, it usually means she's had sex with them once or twice. There's no way Winter was proposing we have sex sometime.
"Uh, sure! I'd like that," I said hesitantly. "Maybe we could go to a movie or something."
"Right," she said with a smirk. Then she went back to my paperwork. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd said something wrong.
As we went through my registration process, Winter told me a little about what I was getting into. If it weren't for her enthusiasm, I probably would have been a wreck by the time the day was over. There would be a lot of labs throughout the program, and these labs often required experimentation, touching, nudity and more. I wondered what it would be like to have her as a lab partner, and my erection popped up so fast, it almost burst from my slacks.
"So, do you have a girlfriend?" she asked.
"Uh, no," I admitted almost to myself.
"I'm surprised. So, how many girlfriends have you had? Lots, I bet," she said with a grin.
"Uh... no," I was now very embarrassed. "Actually, I've never been on a date," I admitted hesitantly.
"What! You're a virgin?" she said a little louder than I wanted. "I can't believe that! Considering the score you got on the entrance exam and how cute you are, I would think you'd have more experience than most seniors in college."
At that point, it was my turn at the window, so I stepped forward, handed in my packet and waited for the guy to check it over. He punched some stuff into the computer, and a few minutes later, I had my ID card and a printed schedule of my classes.
"Okay, Greg, I need to go help another new student," Winter said to me, "but I'm serious; look me up, and we'll change your dateless state. I promise I'll go out with you, and I promise you'll have a good time. Call me in a couple weeks; after school gets rolling."
I couldn't believe I had finally met a girl that was making the first move, and I didn't feel like she was setting me up for a big joke. This girl was actually sincere and seemed to want to date me.
As we shook hands, she palmed a small business card to me and whispered, "My phone number is on the card." Then, in a normal voice, she said, "I recommend you join the Delta Rho fraternity. It's a fraternity for the less experienced students at this college, and it will help you overcome any anxieties you might have with the opposite gender."
A moment later, she was gone, and I was on my own again. My heart was pounding with excitement. Just being close to that girl had me so worked up I needed relief.
Pledge Week -----------
I didn't see Winter again after that first day. I called her a couple of times and left messages on her answering machine, but she never called me back. With my years of low self- confidence, it seemed obvious to me that her complements were just BS to get me registered. I was sure she was turned off to me after learning I was a virgin.
I did pledge Delta Rho, though. I found out that they had a sister sorority that catered to girls who were also inexperienced in dating and sex. Supposedly we would have a number of joint events that would encourage us to mingle. That made me nervous just thinking about it. It turned out that Hell Week was one of the joint events that took place. Pledges from our fraternity were brought together with pledges from their sorority to go through the humiliation and torture required to weed out individuals who were not really motivated to be in the house.
We were all awakened and practically bodily dragged out of our dorm rooms at 5am the first Saturday of school. The only time I was provided before being carried out of the dorm was to put on my socks and sneakers. Everyone, guys and gals, were tossed into the back of a moving van in whatever clothes we happened to be in at the time and taken to a remote grassy field on the edge of some national park. I was in a pair of boxer shorts that I sleep in as were a number of the guys. One of the girls was in a baby-doll nightgown that was essentially see-through, but the other girls were in robes or long nightshirts of some sort. We were all too scared and disoriented to really pay much attention to each other, but I do know that all the guys got a good look at the girl in the see-through nightgown. She was obviously mortified with being dressed like that in public. I couldn't help but wonder why a girl would wear something see-through and sexy in a dorm, especially a co-ed dorm.
At the park, all the pledges were lined up in two lines, boys facing girls. A rather mousy girl was across from me. Her hair was in a bun, and she was wearing black, thick-rimmed glasses. Her nightshirt showed little of her figure, but she was obviously slender and had breasts; the latter made firm mounds with evidence of stiff nipples underneath.
"Atten-hut!" announced one of the older brothers of the fraternity. We all did our best impression of a military stand at attention.
"Okay, here are the rules! The person across from you is your partner. I don't care if you don't want to be their partner. Live with it and support him or her. You get points for showing support. Your team spirit is a plus in this little game.
"We are going to put you through a number of very intimate, embarrassing ordeals, and if you find you can't go through with it, just come back to the table here, and we'll send you home.
"Whenever you present yourself at this table, which you will do after each task, you must be at full attention and say, 'Slimy worm reporting as ordered, Sir,' or 'Ma'am' as appropriate. Let me emphasize that you must be at full attention."
As the brother was talking, I let my eyes wander. The young woman in front of me was actually rather cute. She had a perfect complexion, jet-black hair, thin eyebrows and piercing blue eyes. Her nose was slender and straight, and her lips looked like the perfect movie-actress lips. Her jaw-line was very sharp, and her neck was slender and long. Her breasts were clearly a good size under her nightshirt, and it seemed obvious to me that she wasn't wearing a bra by the clear protrusions of her nipples. I couldn't help but wonder what she looked like without the nightshirt.
Then I saw her. Behind one of the tables was Winter. She was looking up and down the line of pledges with a smile on her beautiful face. I then realized that she was a member of the Delta Pi sorority. Wow! That means I'd get to see her again for sure, especially if I get voted into this fraternity.
"Strip!" bellowed the brother.
Damn! I hadn't been listening. Did he actually command us to strip? I quickly looked around, and sure enough, everyone up and down the line, male and female, were taking whatever clothes they were wearing off. They were leaving their shoes on for some reason.
"Hey, you better hurry up," the girl across from me said.
She was now standing at attention completely naked except for her shoes. My erection sprang to full hardness as I looked at her perfect body. I'd seen pictures in magazines, but this was an amazing specimen of the female anatomy.
I realized I had to hurry to catch up to everyone, but I was sorely embarrassed of my erection, and I didn't see any of the other guys sporting one. I hesitated, but I didn't want to cause my team to lose points, so I just bit the bullet and yanked my boxers off.
At attention again and facing my partner, I saw that her eyes were focused on my hard- on. I was mortified, but there was a hint of a smile forming, and her tongue glided between her slender lips. I think she forgot that I was attached to the swollen appendage that seemed to fascinate her. Her staring only made my cock get that much harder.
Since she wasn't paying attention to my face, I let my eyes wander her magnificent body. Her breasts were everything I had imagined, if not more. They were full and firm, and her areolas were slightly upturned and were dark brown and about the size of quarters. She had amazing nipples that stood out at least a quarter inch or more; maybe a half inch. Her breasts were so full that the sides extended further than her rib cage, and I imagined those behind her could see them bulging out under her arms. Her waist was tiny compared to her breasts and hips, and I could see her ribs expanding and contracting with her breath. Clear hipbones could be seen bulging on either side of an amazingly flat abdomen and stomach. A tiny teardrop bellybutton adorned the center of her stomach, making my mouth water.
Then my eyes dropped to her nether region. She had a beautifully trimmed one-inch wide strip of black hair rising from above her womanly slit toward her bellybutton. The strip was about three inches long and trimmed to look like it grew that way naturally; no sharp edges on the sides from a razor. Her crease was not like I had imagined it. I expected a miniature fanny; just two pillows of skin pressed together to form a slit. Hers had just a hint of other pink folds peeking out from between her two outer lips, and there was a pimple-like bump pushing its way out from within the folds. The girl was clearly sweating as a thin sheen could be seen between her thighs. Considering how cold it was out, I wondered if she might not be peeing. How embarrassing for her.
Suddenly, Winter was directly in front of me. Her nose was less than an inch from mine, and she was staring into my eyes. I could feel her hand wrap around my erection and squeeze it.
"Remember me, worm?" she said loudly.
"Uh, yes," I responded quietly.
"YES, WHAT?" she yelled as she squeezed my dick harder, making me wince.
"Yes, ma'am!" I said back in my best military voice.
"Remember, scum, I am your superior! You will always address me as Ma'am, Mistress or Your Highness! Since this is your first screw-up, drop and give me ten! Each time you go down, I want you to kiss my feet to remind you of my superiority over you. Each time you come up, say, 'I am your slave to command!' Understood?"
"Yes, ma'am!" I barked.
Immediately, I dropped to the grass and started doing the pushups. Ten was easy for me, and I did them quickly. The only thing that slowed me down was my having to say in a loud voice that I was her slave to command. She was barefoot, so I decided to kiss a different toe each time I went down. They were cute little toes with the nails neatly painted in bright red with a black stripe. I was also very aware of my erection against the grass each time I was all the way down.
When I stood back up, Winter immediately grabbed my erection again and leaned in to touch my nose with hers.
"I hope you learned your lesson, toe-jam. Remember to always treat your superiors with the respect they are due."
"Yes, ma'am!" I responded loudly.
I couldn't believe it! Not only was she boldly holding my dick, but also she was at this point stroking it; right there in front of everyone. I was sure that at least the female pledges nearby could see what she was doing, and I knew that the eroticism of having such a beautiful girl fondling me, especially outdoors in front of others, would have me reaching climax very shortly.
The next thing she did was lean in and whispered in my ear, "Don't let an upperclassman see this thing soft today, you hear me!"
"Yes, ma'am," I replied in a normal voice.
She released me and went on down the line.
My partner was staring at my hard-on again, and the grin on her face was clear.
"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU GRINNING AT?" one of my brothers barked at her. She immediately cleared her face of any smile and said, "Nothing, sir!"
"ARE YOU TELLING ME THAT HIS ERECTION IS NOTHING?"