Kimmy's Adventure - Timmy's Virginity

This is the second entry in my "Kimmy's College Adventure Series. Although this can be read as a stand alone, you may want to read "Kimmy's Adventure - The Locker Room" first.

I'm a sucker, metaphorically speaking, for the nerd becomes popular movies such as "Can't Buy Me Love and "She's All That". This story is my take on this genre.

There is a slow build up to the sex scene.

This is realistic fiction. The track event depicted in the story is a real location but the college and characters portrayed are fictional. Any similarity to real people is coincidental.

All characters are 18-years or older.

Kimmy's College Adventures - Timmy's Virginity

The alarm on my phone rang for barely a second or two before I quickly rolled over in my hotel room bed, grabbed it from the night stand, and turned it off. I'd been awake for the better part of the last hour, too nervous to sleep anymore. All I could think about was the women's 3,000-meter finals I'd be competing in later that afternoon at the U.S. Outdoor Track and Field Championships.

It had taken me nearly three years to get to this point in my professional track career after I had graduated from State College. Right after my senior year I had missed out on making the Olympics, finishing well back of the pack at the U.S. trials. I suffered an injury the following year that sidelined me for most of the European meets. Then last year I finished just out of the medals in fourth place at the U.S. finals. I was not favored to win this year's race.

To say I was hungry to prove to myself and the track community that I was among the best in our country would be an understatement. I'd had a good indoor season and had placed in the top three in my first few out door meets this year. I finished second in my preliminary heat earlier in the week and felt I was peaking at the right time.

Call time for the shuttle bus to Hayward Field, which is located about 15-minutes away from my hotel in Eugene, OR, was 10 a.m. That gave me about 90-minutes to do my morning stretching, shower, dress, and eat. I picked up the phone and ordered some room service to be delivered in an hour, then turned on the T.V. I randomly put on the national ABC weekend news show as background noise as I began my stretching routine dressed in the Tee-shirt and panties I'd slept in.

I was in the middle of doing a hurdler stretch on my right leg, forehead nearly pressed to my knee cap, when I heard the anchor woman say, "And now here to tell us what's going on with the weather around the country today is our new weekend meteorologist Timmothy Terwilliger."

My head snapped up immediately in surprise. Sure enough their was Timmy, dressed in a dark blue pin striped suit with a light blue shirt and a grey and blue striped tie. He looked more mature, more confident than when I first met him more than five years ago. But he still had that curly brown mop that always looked like it needed to be combed and those horned rimmed glasses that gave him that nerdy professorial look.

Although we followed each other on social media, I hadn't really spoken to Timmy since I graduated. I'd moved to Colorado to train and we really didn't keep in touch. But that was true for a lot of people I'd known in college. I saw that he'd done an internship with the National Weather Service his senior year like he'd wanted, and had gotten a job as the weatherman for a TV station near our alma mater after he graduated. However I didn't know he had worked his way up to his new gig until I saw his smiling face on the TV screen.

Whoever had met the introverted and reclusive Timmy early in his college career never would have thought one day he would be standing in front of a camera broadcasting to millions of people around the country on a national newscast. But there he was standing assertively before the camera.

"Thank you Stacey," Tim said to the anchor woman. "And hello America. I'm looking forward to filling you in on what's going on in the world of weather.

"Let's start up in the great North West," he continued, "where most of that region will surprisingly be bathed in bright sun shine with comfortable temps in the mid 60's which will be perfect conditions for the U.S. Outdoor Track and Field Championships that are being held today in Eugene, OR. I want to give a quick shoutout to my friend and fellow State College alum Kimmy Anderson who is participating in the women's 3,000-meter finals this afternoon. Good luck Freak! Leave it all out on the track! Now looking at the south west it will be..."

I couldn't help but laugh out loud. Prior to that moment, only my closest friends and most "intimate" of acquaintances knew me by the sobriquet "Freaky Fresh" which was shortened to Freak over time. It had been given to me freshman year by track team captain LaShawna (La La) Dawson after our first sexual encounter in the women's locker room. My subsequent sexual exploits only added to the legend of my moniker. Now millions of viewers around the country heard it. Although I doubted anyone would really be paying attention to it or understand what it meant.

Then all of a sudden my cell phone "blew up" with texts and tweets from friends, family, and fans all commenting that they'd heard Timmy's broadcast. Some were wondering what he meant by "Freak".

"Thanks Timmy," I said sarcastically as I got up off the floor and looked back to the flat screen on the wall just in time to see him finish his forecast. I silenced my phone, threw it on the bed, and walked to the bathroom.

After I'd turned on the shower and adjusted the temperature of the water, I stripped off my bed clothes and stepped in the tub. I lathered my tiny tits with their large stiff nipples and watched the suds stream down my flat abs to my always horny pussy. As I lowered one hand between my legs, I couldn't help but start to think back to how Timmy and I met and how special a moment it was for both of us when I took his virginity.

xx

I guess it was the first week of the fall semester of my junior year when I saw Timmy for the first time. I had about an hour or so to kill between my last class and cross-country practice and was visiting my freshman roommate Gina Palmer in her dorm room at McDavid Hall. She was a resident assistant (RA) there in order to offset the cost of her tuition. She was in charge of the third floor of the three story co-ed building with four person suites. Each floor had eight suites with four men and four women suites per floor. There were staircases at either end of the hall. Her single room was in the middle of the corridor.

We'd been catching each other up on what we'd been doing during summer break, classes we were taking, and of course recent hook-ups. I'd been there for about an hour when I saw it was time to leave.

I took a right turn out of Gina's room when suddenly I heard a commotion coming from the suite at the end of the hall. Two guys I recognized as lacrosse players came barreling out of the doorway holding a book bag followed by this smaller curly haired kid. He was meekly whining for them to give it back as they began tossing it to each other like they were playing monkey in the middle.

Now you could say it was nothing more than just horsing around, but I didn't see it that way. Bullying shit like that pissed me off. It reminded me how I was treated sometimes by the "In Crowd" in high school. It took friends and teammates like La La to help instill a confidence that allowed me to stand up for myself. Now I was going to use that ability to help this kid I didn't even know.

"Come on Derrick!" the curly haired kid pleaded without a lot of conviction. "My lap-top's in there and I can't afford for it to get broken."

The two assholes imitated Timmy's pleas and continued to tease him as they tossed it back and forth a couple more times, nearly dropping it once. I didn't really know the shorter of the two jocks, but I knew who Derrick was. At a little over 6-feet tall and 200-pounds he was an egotistical pretty boy who thought he was gods gift to lacrosse and women. But in reality he was nothing more than a bully who tried to increase his own self worth by teasing and embarrassing those he felt were inferior.

I figured if I could get him to stop the other guy would back off too.

"Hey douchebags!" I yelled loud enough that it echoed off the cinderblock walls. "This ain't high school. Give the kid back his book bag."

That got the two guys attention long enough for Derrick to turn around, look in my direction, and size me up.

"And what are you going to do about it ya skinny bitch?" he responded.

I couldn't help but smile and chuckle to myself as I walked slowly towards him. I could sense that people from other suites had come into the hall to see what the disturbance was about, including Gina. Even though I strolled casually towards him I found myself about two feet away from him within a few seconds.

"Well Derrick," I started "it is Derrick right? Or should I call ya Tiny Dick. That is what all the sisters at Chi O call you, isn't it? From what I understand, those chicks don't dig your stick, dude!"

The audience in the hallway gave a good howl from my derisive use of the famous lacrosse saying. Even Derrick's accomplice was trying to stifle a laugh. Derrick's confident smug expression suddenly changed to one of disdain for me.

"Fuck You!" he shouted.

"No thanks," I retorted. "I need at least an average size cock to satisfy me."

This time even his buddy couldn't keep a straight face as he and the rest of the third-floor residents of McDavid hall busted out laughing. I took the opportunity to take one step towards him so only the people closest to me could hear what I said next.

"Now, give him back his bag," I started looking right into Derrick's eyes "or I'll ask my friends on the football team's offensive line to come have a talk with you about being nicer to people."

"Yea, well I know some of those guys and I'm cool with most of them," he said still trying to be tough.

"Well I know all of them, intimately, if you know what I mean," I countered pausing for affect. "And they'd do pretty much anything for me, including kicking your ass. So, shut the fuck up, give the kid his bag back, and go back to your room."

Derrick held his ground for another few seconds studying my face to see if I was serious before finally cracking a smile and losing the tough guy act.

"Hey we was just playing with the kid anyway," he said turning towards Timmy and handing him the bag with his computer still in tact. "Here ya go kid. No harm no foul."

"That's not exactly true Derrick," I heard Gina say from behind me. "You know the dorm rules. Consider this your warning for disruptive behavior. I'm documenting this for my records. Next incident I write it up to the R.D. (Resident Director) and it gets passed on to your coach. Ya got that?"

"Yeah, I got it," he said sullenly. He then slinked back to his room and shut the door.

The students still in the hall gave me a light round of applause and went back to their rooms once they saw the show was over.

"Thanks for the back up," I said turning around to Gina.

"Fuck, I didn't do a thing," she said in return. "I loved the way you put that asshole in his place. He's been a pain since he moved in."

"Well I got to go or I'm gonna be late for practice," I said giving her a quick hug. I then turned around to leave when I saw Timmy still standing in the doorway to his suite.

"Um, thanks a lot," he said shyly, unable to look right at me. "I really appreciate what you did."

"No problem," I responded with a smile. "You take care."

And with that, I walked down the rest of the hallway and dashed down the stairs.

*

Now, that semester I had to take a science class to complete my electives for the liberal arts requirements. I'd put off taking the science prerequisite as long as I could. The math's and sciences were not my strong point academically but when I made my schedule the previous spring I figured a weather class couldn't be too difficult. It turned out to be a little harder than I thought. I mean who fucking cares what an isobar is?

Even so, I had worked too hard to this point to let my grade point average slip. So I made an appointment to meet with Professor Gleason to see about getting some help. We had been talking for about ten-minutes and agreed that a tutor might not be a bad idea. He suggested a sophomore that was his student assistant this semester by the name of Timmothy Terwilliger.

He was just getting ready to give me Timmy's contact information when all of a sudden there was a knock at the professor's door. It was open when he had office hours so he couldn't be accused of any impropriety when meeting with a student, especially a female. My back was to the door so I didn't see him right away.

"Ah, Mr. Terwilliger we were just talking about you," the professor said being on the more professionally formal side when it came to people's names. "Please come in and let me introduce you to Miss Anderson."

I turned in my chair as Timmy entered the room. I recognized him immediately. I stuck out my hand to say hello but he froze like a deer in the headlights. I couldn't help but chuckle, but quickly realized that only added to his embarrassment. He finally took my outstretched hand in his gently.

"It's nice to see you again," I said trying to help him relax.

"Oh you've met before?" Professor Gleason asked somewhat surprised. I guess he figured that Timmy and I probably didn't travel in the same social circles.

"Yeah, his RA is a friend of mine so I saw him one day last week when I visited her at her room," I explained. I left out the other circumstances behind our meeting.

"Uh, yaeh," Timmy awkwardly added to the conversation as he let go of my hand.

"Very good," Professor Gleason said cheerily. "Timothy, Kimberly here needs a tutor for the intro to meteorology class. Do you think you have time to help her once or twice a week?"

Timmy hesitated for a moment then nodded his head in the affirmative.

"Excellent!" the Professor said smiling. "Problem solved. I'll leave you two to sort out the particulars. But before I forget, Kimberly remember to register your tutoring needs with student services so Timothy can be compensated. Timothy, make sure you fill out a time card weekly and give it to me so I can sign it so you can get paid."

I assured Professor Gleason we would. Timmy then said he was there to pick up anything the professor needed him to grade. Gleason was a little old school and still used paper assessments. Professor handed him a folder with some quizzes and told him to have it back to him within two days.

Now I know what some cynical people are probably thinking. I just fucked Timmy so he'd fix my tests and quizzes and do my papers. I'm a little more ethical than that thank you very much. Plus, if caught, it could mean my scholarship, not to mention what might happen to Timmy.

So we stepped into the hall then scheduled our first meeting for the library at 8 p.m. the next day. Standing directly next to Timmy for the first time I was able to see that we were almost eye to eye with each other. While 5'7" is on the taller side for a woman, it's seen by many to be a little on the short side for a man. His frame was also slight. In addition to the curly hair and glasses I'd seen before, I noticed for the first time he had a cute face with a smattering of light freckles and dimples, although he had some acne.

I next took his phone and programmed my number then had him text me his. Once that was completed I flashed him a quick smile, said "bye", and headed towards the exit. I couldn't help but think that Timmy was probably still wondering what the hell had just happened.

*

I walked through the doors to the campus library a couple minutes after 8 p.m. the next evening and spotted Timmy sitting on a couch in a nearby lounge area talking to a red headed book-wormy looking guy. I strolled up to them wearing flip flops, kaki shorts and a beige V-neck tee-shirt. The weather was still pretty warm for September which was the reason for my summary attire. My hooded sweatshirt was tied around my waist in case the library air conditioning got too cold. I removed my book bag from my shoulders and held it by one strap in my right hand.

The two boys looked up from their seat and were caught a little off guard. Because of my flat chest I'd gotten in the habit lately of not wearing a bra. I looked down to see that both my nipples were erect and sticking out pretty noticeably through the fabric of my shirt. The open mouthed looks on their faces told me all I needed to know.

"Timothy, ya gonna introduce me to your friend," I asked breaking the two from their trance. I put my book bag down, untied the hoody from my waist and put it on. They looked embarrassed as they realized they'd been caught.

Timmy actually broke the awkward tension when he said, "Uh this is Richard, he's one of my geeky Meteorology Club friends."

I laughed out loud for a few seconds. Once I got myself under control I shook Richards hand. We traded pleasantries for a moment then I suggested Timmy and I find a table to get to work.

As we walked up the main staircase to the second floor I heard "Frreeeak!" yelled from somewhere behind me. I turned to see two of my teammates waving to me as the librarian was admonishing them for yelling. I laughed and waved back.

When we reached the second floor I was greeted warmly again with "Frreeak" by two football players. Again I smiled and waved then continued towards one of the stacks where there was an empty table available.

I could tell Timmy was still nervous as we sat on opposite sides of the table and unpacked our things. It looked like he wanted to ask me a question.

"Everything okay," I asked with a concerned look.

"Ya, I was just wondering why those people called you Freak?" he wondered out loud.

Caught by surprise I thought quickly. "It's a nickname I got from teammates for my freakish hard work and dedication to running."

"Oh!" was his only rebuttal.

Once I saw he was satisfied with my response, I took charge saying that I was having trouble remembering a lot of the vocabulary. With that, he smiled and pulled a pack of index cards from his bag.

"I think that would be a good place to start," he said handing me the cards.

Since he was Professor Gleason's student assistant he had a pretty good idea what to focus on. For the next half hour or so we went through the first chapter of the book and wrote down the definition to about twenty different vocabulary words. As we discussed the various weather topics I noticed Timmy start to relax and begin to show some personality and humor.

After the cards were finished we took a quick bathroom break. When I returned he suggested he quiz me on the cards. I agreed but decided I was a little warm and took off my hoody once again revealing my braless condition. Like a true gentleman he tried his best to focus on my eyes this time and made it through the deck of definitions just as the hour was winding down.

I began to pack up my stuff when my pen rolled off the desk, deflected off my chair and bounced to the floor and underneath the table.

"I'll get it," I said before Timmy had a chance to react. I quickly kneeled down to retrieve the pen. I was somewhat surprised but also flattered when I happened to look across the width of the underside of the table to see a pretty decent size bulge in his tight jeans. He definitely had a boner. While he was trying to be a gentleman, I obviously still had an affect on him. I paused for an extra second to take a good mental picture of his bulge then slowly stood back up.

I put my hoody back on and slung my book bag over one shoulder kinda waiting for him to get up and join me.