I am now a senior and set to graduate with a degree in history. I am also no longer shy around girls and actually have slept with many of the beautiful ladies around campus. This is the story of how that began.
In the middle of my sophomore year I got a new roommate, Kelly. Kelly was an incoming freshman and asked me lots of questions about classes, teachers and general dorm life. It also turned out that she was going to be taking the freshmen history class and so I sometimes helped her study for tests or just explained little bits of information.
In addition to liking history, I also worked for the counseling office at the college and so I knew about lots of people and their academic, as well as social, problems. I liked my job and liked helping people, and those two combined to lead to a change in our relationship.
One night late in the semester Kelly was working on a paper but was having trouble with it. I was doing my own homework and was oblivious to her, but through my job I knew that she was having a hard time adjusting to college life. Eventually, she gave up and went to bed even though her essay was due the next day and she was only half finished. I decided to be nice and help her write the rest of it. I walked over to her laptop and stayed up for a few extra hours writing the rest of her paper.
I had an early class the next morning, so I did not see Kelly until I got back to the room at three that afternoon. When I walked in, Kelly was sitting on her bed looking at her laptop. I asked her what she was doing and she replied that she was just reading over her essay and that she did not remember writing certain parts of it.
“Well you were up pretty late last night working on it,” I replied. She took this as the likely reason and nothing more was said on the matter for a couple of weeks.
About three weeks later, I was sitting in our room reading when Kelly burst in, smiling widely, and held her essay out for me to see.
“An A, my first one of the semester!” she happily said to me.
I got up, hugged her and replied, “Good for you, I knew you could do it.”
She stepped back, and said, “I know what you did and I’m so grateful.”
I played dumb and asked, “What did I do?”
She playfully hit my shoulder and said, “You finished my paper and did a great job.” I knew she caught me so I just apologized.
Instead of getting angry, she walked right up to me and said, “If I knew I had such a smart roommate, I would’ve worked out an arrangement with you earlier,” and kissed me on the lips.
I was shocked, and after she pulled away, I asked, “What does that mean?”
She laughed and answered, “I know you check me out, I see you doing it. I’m really flattered. If you want to have sex, we can make a deal: you do my papers and keep my grades up and I’ll sleep with you.”
I smiled, pulled her close to me and whispered, “Deal,” before kissing her again. She dropped her essay, wrapped her arms around my neck and we stood there kissing for a minute. When we broke the kiss, I stared at her starry-eyed and she took my hand to lead me to her bed. She climbed onto her bed as I stood next to it and she began to strip for me. I was getting harder than I could ever remember as this gorgeous 19 year old blonde, with the brightest blue eyes ever, took off her clothes for me.
I managed to whisper, “If I knew this was how you would repay me, I would’ve done this long ago ago, Kelly.”
She just smirked and said, “Well then get up here and accept your payment.”
I quickly joined Kelly on her bed and helped her out of the last of her clothes. I took a moment to admire her stunning naked body. Then I started kissing her all over: lips, neck, chest, stomach, legs, anywhere that I could reach.