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Brother\’s coed girlfriend secretly initiates shy virgin.

Where were those damn house keys? In the darkness of my brother s front porch I couldn t find them in my backpack.

When my brother decided to go to the local college he somehow conned our parents into buying a row-house in the student ghetto and letting him stay there for free. He had convinced them that it was a great investment opportunity but in reality it was his way of getting out from under their ultra-conservative fundamentalist dictatorship.

My glasses were misting up from the evening fog and with the dim porch light I couldn’t see inside my bag.

My brother and I had survived my parents rule differently. He had always rebelled and my parents I believe facilitated his moving out in order to avoid the inevitable confrontations that would have occurred at home.

Inside a backpack pocket my hand ploughed through the detritus of my student life – pens pencils personal organizer floppy disks… but no keys.

I on the other hand had been molded into a quiet shy novitiate of their conservative order. In school I was obsessively studious and typically joined a predictable selection of goody-goody extra-curricular groups. I had even taken to coming directly home every night and never dating. It was just easier that way – I didn t have to confront either my parents disapproval or my debilitating shyness around girls.

All right I give up on the keys. I was just going to have to hope that Todd hadn t gone to bed yet. Closing up my bag and adjusting my glasses I knocked on the door.

Now that I was 18 I was determined to make the most of my brother s haven. He was a pain in the ass some of the time but when I went to stay for the weekend he generally left me alone – he knew what I was faced with at home. I even had a bedroom of my own there except when one of his friends needed to sleep it off.

I raised my arm to knock again. Suddenly the door flew open held by an official-looking woman wearing a brown leather jacket and mirrored aviator glasses – I guess it was those accoutrements that gave her an official bearing. Otherwise she was quite the babe. She had long wavy raven black hair a close-fitting white sleeveless T-shirt and snug low-riser jeans. Her tight-fitting clothes made obvious that she had a toned ample body and impressively erect nipples on perky medium-sized breasts.

Identify yourself! she commanded.

Pardon me? I asked bewildered at her presence.

What is your business here sir? she interrogated me.

I… I… I live here. I stammered. Well I don t actually live…

Sir step inside and show me some ID.

I took a faltering step in behind the closing door and fumbled for my wallet. Is Todd all right? I handed her my student card.

Why would you ask that sir? she asked with suspicion in her voice. I haven t said anything about Mr Henderson s status.

No it s just that…

Sir this picture doesn t resemble you.

Well the day that they…

Sir I m going to ask you to turn around and lean against the door.

But… but… now listen here I don t even know…

Sir! she became insistent. I m not going to ask you again!

Yes ma am I replied obediently and nervously assumed the position. Could you…

Sir I don t need you to talk right now. Her hands landed on my shoulders. You ll be answering plenty of questions soon enough. Her hands travelled down my back and then as they returned up my sides they suddenly gripped a ticklish zone.

Aaah! I exclaimed and jerked reflexively.

Sir you re moving. She grabbed my elbows and slapped my hands back onto the door. I thought that I heard a muffled noise in the background. She continued patting me down.

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Virgin at college has her first man.

Most girls don t come to college virgins like I did. I know that. But what I wasn t prepared for was that my freshman roommate would turn out to be a total slut. Or that she would have such a bad effect on me.

When my parents and I opened the door to my room we were greeted by the site of Nancy straddling some guy and pulling her shirt over her head. When my mom gasped Nancy looked at us and shrugged. She pulled the shirt down bent down and whispered something in the guys ear and they got up and left.

My mom and dad tried to get my room changed but the stressed out housing manager told them that there was NO WAY she was changing room assignments for at least 2 weeks. Didn t they realize I was lucky? For chrissakes she had girls sleeping in hastily converted former laundry rooms! I was stuck.

I told them I d be fine and convinced them that I could keep things under control. That I d still be their sweet little Ginny and I d be home for Thanksgiving. Full of worry they left for home which I realized was now 3000 miles away.

That night a few hours after I d fallen asleep I was woken up by laughter and lights coming from the other side of the room. I blearily looked over to see Nancy with not one not two but three guys piled onto her bed. None of them had shirts on and one of the guys (a blonde) was pulling her panties down her legs from under her skirt. Another guy unzipped the skirt while the third guy was kissing her and groping her breasts.