Just a College Pervert, Right? Ch. 01

A new pervert to get transformed! As the pandemic lockdowns ease up (or not in some cases), working again doesn't allow for all the time to write... so I'm sorry for that, and apologize if the releases are slower than one would hope. Don't forget to like and comment, I want to know what you think. Feel free to message me instead if you hate the idea of public comments. And yes, I know my first chapters are long and less sexy than subsequent releases... got to set that stage y'all! Cheers!

All characters are 18 years old or more.

Chapter 1

OK, Mike, you got this... I thought as I exhaled a breath of air, grabbing my luggage and walking away from the bus. It wasn't too long ago I was living with my Aunt doing normal teenager stuff and getting through high school. My parents went crazy a handful of years ago, and retired young in their late 40's and decided to travel the world, selling the home and everything. I was left with the choice of joining them or continuing my life with my Aunt. Obviously, I chose the safe path. No idea why... just seemed the right thing to do.

High school was boring, I cruised through the curriculum with relative ease, graduating with a high GPA, near perfect. My Aunt Marie told me I had a bit of an obsessive compulsive disorder, except it applied to good things like schooling. Simply paying attention and doing the homework made everything else simple to me, as I quickly grasped theories, or memorized things to get through classes. I was enthralled with it, so my obsession was learning, making it easier for me.

The down side was when I would pick up something else and start down that path. I had no friends, as a scrawny boy that didn't know anyone, people looked right through me and never seemed to notice. So that senior year in a new school was a lonely one. I tried meeting others, but even the downtrodden didn't want another castaway in their clicks.

Passing time was easy for me, as I said above, I would just dig into my schoolwork and the days flew by. At night, when my Aunt would go out with a new boyfriend, or head to bed early, I would scour the internet for porn. My other obsession. I consumed massive amounts of porn during my senior year, cumming all the time. My cock was constantly battered and worked over, coaxing as much cum as I could get each day.

I didn't see anything wrong with my side hobby, it wasn't hurting anyone, and no one knew about it. It didn't affect my schoolwork, so no one could possibly guess I had a different passion. They just assumed I was what I looked like... a boring, pale, skinny, boy. Sitting at roughly 140 pounds, and standing at 5ft 5in, I was completely invisible to the world, honestly. My hair was long and dark, down to my shoulders, as I couldn't be bothered with cutting it often. Most fell over my face, as I hid my way through life. Needless to say, I had some self-confidence issues. But I didn't know that, I was just 18 and figuring things out.

The halls of my school were full of amazingly hot women, and all my porn watching made me completely objectify them as objects for pleasure. I cared nothing for the attitudes, dreams, hopes, personalities... I simply envisioned them all day long naked, and loving to fuck. These thoughts would make me hard at school, but in this case, the only good time to not have a huge dick was an advantage. I would push my dick down the leg of my boxer shorts, and it would hold it there, barely noticeable unless you were looking hard enough... which no one looked hard enough at me, so there was no real threat of being exposed as a pervert.

Anyway! Let's get back to the present, my new life so to speak. I just stepped out of a bus with my luggage, in a major city. Coming from a relatively small town having decided to go to college in the Big City was a crazy choice for me, some would say. The thing is, I was determined to not live my life in my little bubble. I was gradually making my way to full adulthood, and changes had to be made to be successful in life.

So here I am, at a very busy bus station in the big city. My plan was set in motion a few months ago. First, getting accepted to Big City University, or BCU, was pretty easy with my grades and scores. So I had a choice and I chose big. Second, BCU had the best dorms for incoming freshman. They were more apartments than dorms. Each dorm had a main door, obviously, that led to a small living room and kitchen area, with 2 bedrooms on each side. So we all got our own bedrooms, which was awesome for a pervert like me.

The bathrooms and showers were still shared as one would expect at university. That was fine by me, as I didn't care about the naked bodies of other men. My perversion was so hyper focused on women - beautiful thick women, skinny, white, black , Asian, older women, didn't matter, just women - that seeing a naked dude did nothing for me sexually.

The next part of my plan was to actually have friends again. The university possibly provided one right away, in a roommate. So that could be a bonus. Other than that, I planned on joining study groups and sitting next to the same people at my classes until we either worked together or I met them organically. I had read online that was a great way to meet new people and friends.

The last part of my meet new people plan was the gym. I was scrawny, and knew it. So, reading up online about meeting people, the gym was another suggestion, as they can be very casual places for conversation with like minded people. So, obsessing a bit over turning my body harder like the dudes in porn, I thought it would be great to start actually working out.

And that's it, my plan was in place, adding on of course keeping up with my studies, I figured in four years I would graduate with a degree in computer engineering and a batch of good lifelong friends... hell, maybe even have had sex at that point! Oh... yeah, I guess I didn't mention that but figured you would have guessed... I'm a virgin. But as part of the plan, figuring I would meet some girls in the process too, I would get lucky. And yes, hopefully more than once.

I didn't want a girlfriend, mind you, as again I only saw women as objects for pleasure. So the thought of spending any meaningful time with them wasn't even a thought to me. Yeah, my porn addiction was not healthy, but I didn't know that at 18.

So, getting in the taxi line at the bus station, I spent my time on my phone looking at porn. Some people may have noticed, I didn't care. It was a long bus trip, and I needed to see some hotties getting slammed. Its not like they could hear it, and they had to choose to be in my business, looking at my phone screen to see what I was watching. Serves them right for being nebshits.

Sorry, sorry, I keep getting sidetracked... So yeah, a quick cab ride through the business district to the outer edge of the urban landscape, and I was let out at two large pillars with iron gates swung open. The entrance to BCU. I moved with purpose, my campus map and paperwork in hand, heading straight for the new student admissions building. They were all setup with tables and last name alphabet breakdowns, where they dug up your file and had you sign a few things, took your picture, etc, before handing you a key and a student ID.

Having my key now, I took my time walking back across campus and took in the sites. By sites, I mean the girls walking around. I couldn't believe the luck, as there were so many girls here, so many different types of girls... their bodies, their hair, makeup, dress... the full gambit. To me, it was like a buffet, in my head at least.

Reaching my dorm room after a good 15 minutes of walking, I quickly got upstairs to my space and unlocked the door. But as I pushed the door, it slammed against my face! Apparently, it wasn't locked, and I just locked it like an idiot. I rubbed my face and fiddled with my keys, as the door lock was spun from the inside and the door flew open.

My mouth fell open, as a pretty blond girl with fat lips was staring at me inquisitively, with a confused expression on her face. Say something idiot! I thought to myself... as my mouth opened, but no words came out. Great start with the ladies, moron!

"Well, where's the pizza, cutie pie?" the blonde with big hair, full makeup, and big lips asked, her eyebrow curling up a little inquisitively.

"I... uh... you... wait... pizza?" I fumbled back like an idiot, stumbling my way through words and not forming them very well, mouth staying somewhat agape during this exchange.

She got more serious now, "aren't you the pizza delivery boy, sweetheart?" she asked, and then as if an idea smacked her in the jaw, her expression changed to one of surprise, as she continued, "Oh, sorry honey! You must be Jack's new roomie!"

As she finished speaking, her eyes got big again, and she moved far quicker than you would think someone could, as she pulled me into an embrace slamming my face into her ample cleavage. Her heels gave her a massive height advantage on me, but I surely didn't mind at the moment! I take it all back, fucking GREAT start, Mike!

The same dumb expression, with the corners of my mouth curled up now, was on my face as the blond bombshell stepped back, with a sweeping gesture of her hand moving me into the room. I was met by the site of three other people, two girls of various looks and one guy. He smiled up at me, throwing a lithe girl off his lap as he stood up from the couch. His large hand extending quickly toward me as he said, "Hey man, you must be Mikie? I'm your roomate, Jack!"

I let it slide, the extra bit added to my name, and being honest I didn't even notice as I was ogling all the girls in the room. It was amazing all the different body types represented, hair colors, tits and ass sizes... it was crazy! I remember thinking that Jack was a "man's man" as they say, and the ladies loved him so much he kept a stable of different body types to satisfy his whims! Yes, its safe to say that I was immediately jealous and respectful of my new roommate. I had to learn from him!

"Hey... yeah, I mean... good to meet you brother!" I stumbled out, somewhat regaining my ability to speak. Jack's genuine smile in response to the hand shake put me more at ease.

"So, let's get it out of the way. No, I'm not a freshman. Yes, I'm in my 4^th year, and yes, I still live in the dorms!" Jack announced, unasked by me, getting the first few questions I would have had if I wasn't enamored by his gaggle of girls.

He continued, "Look, sorry if you were just expecting to show up and get some rest. I got in this morning and decided to have a few friends over. They're all really cool, and you've got to meet my bro Mark... uh... where the fuck did he go?" Jack looked around the small living room, but there was still just the same five people here. A sheepish grin crept on his face as he looked back at me and said, "yeah, sorry. Mark must have taken Loralee to the bedroom... we'll just wait, yeah?"

I couldn't help but smile back. This dude was disarming and cool. I already felt like a great friend and its been roughly 60 seconds since I met him! He dragged me further into our dorm living room past the kitchen and started introducing me to his lady friends. The buxom blonde was apparently called Lexi. The brunette on his lap, with a flat chest and a bubble butt was called Jamie. Finally, the short haired redhead sitting alone in a chair, looking as if she would prefer to be anywhere but here, was named Lana.

Lana didn't say hi back, just nodded her head and looked away. She was another girl with absolutely no tits, and no ass, that I could tell. Lana was thin straight down, and as mentioned looked less than thrilled to be here. I found it strange that Jack had girls with such completely different body types, but maybe it was as I thought, and he just had such varying tastes. My mind was confirming my bias toward Jack being the guy I had to be best friends with here at school. Just the talent he hung out with made my thoughts wonder to how great the sex possibilities could be.

I was sporting a stupid smile on my face as I took in the scene in front of me. My hands dropping my luggage at the doorway. I attempted to talk to the girls, but they wouldn't shut up. They just talked and talked and talked. I ended up talking with Lana, of all people. Mainly because she clearly didn't want to talk. I just sat next to her and reintroduced myself. I told her about my travel that day and how people are bit rude in the big city, stealing glances of my cell phone, etc. I didn't tell her what was on the phone at the time, of course.

She did smile a little and giggle when I explained how surprised I was when Lexi burst through the door when I arrived. She found that funny, I guess... or more accurately, probably was laughing at my red face from the embarrassment I was feeling from remembering not being able to speak. Lana told me she was a sophomore herself, in computer engineering too, so we sort of hit it off. After fifteen minutes, she no longer looked like she wanted to leave. I patted myself on my back for turning this girl's day around. Yeah, I thought that much of myself.

Before I got to ask her about our shared major and what to expect, the door to one of the bedrooms opened and a guy walked out, wearing a pair of boxer shorts only. He stretched out showing off his chiseled body and six pack. When his eyes opened and took in the room, he saw me and panicked.

"Oh shit, Jack, is this your new roommate? Look man, I'm really sorry, let me go throw some clothes on," he quickly said as he disappeared back into the bedroom repeating how sorry he was.

I looked over to jack to ask the standard "WTF?" but Jack was quicker, saying, "Yeah, that's Mark. And just so you now, he's sorry... uh... because, like, that's your room." He ended the sentence with an apologetic look on his face.

My mouth dropped open to speak, but again I was dumbstruck, and just had an "O" shape made with my mouth. Lexi laughed at my expression, and I heard a giggle from the other girls. I felt Lana's hand come up and shut my mouth, and the laughter doubled.

Lexi walked over to me, sat in my lap and pat my head as she spoke, "Oh, don't worry too much sweetheart! Loralee will clean up after them, and then you can meet her too. You're going to love them both, sweetie!" Just as my dick started getting hard from Lexi sitting on my lap, she stood up and moved back across the room to sit with Jack on the couch.

I didn't know what to say, and didn't have an opportunity to, as the door -- the door to my room apparently -- opened again as Mark and who I assumed to be Loralee walked out. Both dressed this time, Mark came directly over to me offering his hand. I stood up and shook it, as he continued to apologize profusely, claiming he thought I wasn't going to be coming in today. I wasn't really sure how that explanation made it any better that he clearly got laid on my bed... but I was too impressed by the overall situation to care that much.

The school had maids that came through and changed sheets every Monday and Friday, so today being Saturday, it wasn't going to be an issue for long. So, forgiving Mark, trying to be cool with it and acting like it was no big deal, he seemed to cheer up again, taking me by the elbow to introduce me to Loralee. Here was another blonde girl, but built more like Jamie She had little bee stings for tits, some nice looking thick and muscular thighs, that led to a bubble butt.

The thought that they weren't all here for Jack hit me then, since there seemed to be two types of girls here... so maybe Mark had a few girls here that shared some similar features for his tastes. Again, I immediately knew I had to be friends with this guy too, as the combination of Jack and Mark seemed to make the ladies in a place overflow.

I smiled at Loralee as I shook her hand, but she stared at the floor, clearly embarrassed to meet a new person just after using that person's bedroom to have sex. Her body was flush, and her face was a deep red, showing through her makeup. Her slightly deep voice - for a girl anyways - in reply threw me for a loop. I was surprised a girl about the same height as me could have a low voice, but whatever.

Now we all stood or were sitting in the living room/kitchen of our dorm... all seven of us. It was apparent these dorm layouts were not made for parties. I was wondering how they were comfortable with six people here before me, but immediately answered my own thought by remembering Mark and Loralee went to my room to bang it out.

After about fifteen minutes of more chatting and getting to know each other, Jack announced that it was time for them to take the party on the road as the bars were open. As everyone started getting their things to leave, Lana thanked me for talking to her, slipped me a piece of paper as she shook my hand and said goodbye.

Jack was the last one out, saying, "Look man, sorry about all this. I figured we could get moving so you can unpack and get your shit together. I'll be back late, so the place is yours till 2am. Don't do anything too crazy, and if you need something to eat, anything in the fridge is open game, bro." The infectious smile and confidence was hard to not absorb a little. I responded positively, thanking him for the great intro to college life, laughing together as he walked out.

First things first, I opened the piece of paper Lana handed me and read her name and phone number. So that was awesome, I was here an hour, and apparently made a friend... a female friend! I quickly added her to my contacts, and just as quickly dismissed any thought of texting her before two weeks, as was the rule I read online.

A large inhale and exhale calmed me back down, as I remembered how tired I was from the travel. It was 4pm on a Saturday, and I figured I could take a nap before unpacking and eating. So I dragged my luggage into my bedroom, turning the light on to see where I would be sleeping for the next year.

The room was small, maybe 10 feet by 12 feet, but it fit a single bed, a small desk, and a dresser. There was enough space to walk a small circle in the center of the room. Which I did, as I placed my luggage in front of the dresser, and started undressing to crash on the bed for an hour. Peeling off my t-shirt and jeans took a few seconds, then my socks, leaving me in just my underwear. It felt of freedom, and I quickly fell on top of the covers of my bed, rolling to my side and closing my eyes for rest.

My hand snaked its way under the pillow to support my head better, and it touched something silky, and a bit wet. My eyes flashed open, and I got worried I just stuck my hands in Mark's spunk. Sitting up, pulling the pillow away and to the side, I saw a pair of deep purple panties. They were fairly normal looking, nothing too pornographic about them. Just a pair of purple panties. So of course I grabbed them, as my dick started throbbing slightly.

Images of Loralee getting fucked by Mark entered my mind. Images flashed in my consciousness of her fat ass slapping against Mark's hips, ripples of energy rippling through her soft, plush, thighs. I was really focusing on my imagination, when I realized that I had my hard dick in one hand, and the soft panties in the other... fumbling them over my fingers, rolling the fabric between them. I noticed again they were wet in the crotch. I couldn't believe my perverted luck! I had no idea what a woman smelled like, tasted of... but here was my chance since they were still "fresh".

Moving them closer to my face for inspection, I noticed in the front crotch area they were wet, but oddly sticky. The fluid was clear and a little viscous. Its not what I expected from watching all that porn, but I had no idea what to expect, really, so it just turned me on more that Loralee made so much fluid in her panties.