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 lack
luster, no talent muddle in the middle of the field. It was as if
neither team had the ability to get beyond the other teams twenty-five
yard line nor the place kicking was down right 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 fifteen yard
line. Two passes later and an extra point kick that just barely got
through the uprights 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 hart
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.
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