* **My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 1**
* **[My College Years – Part 1 – Chapter 2](https://www.reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk94r/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_2_m_any/)**
Hello everyone! I am a writer in my profession, and this is my first foray into erotica. I normally write very technical stuff about very technical things. (Think documentation on aerospace stuff) I am not sure if I will be very good at this, but I wanted to try my hand at a story, so here it goes! Feedback, DM’s and comments are welcome! I am open to it all, so get in touch in one of those methods!
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Growing up, I was the typical geeky guy who was interested in becoming a programmer that would one day create a startup that would change the world, and subsequently make me a very wealthy man. I would go to sleep dreaming of different apps, games, and services I could create that would kickstart my future life, but I had to make it through engineering school first. I was an average engineering student who was on partial scholarship, and using grant money to fund the rest of my education. My GPA was higher than average, but my sex life most certainly reflected this. With spending so much time studying, writing research papers, and practicing my programming skills writing mods for a game called Skyrim, I had little time for sex, much less any free time to develop a relationship with someone.
The summer of my sophomore year at university was definitely one of the more formative years of my life. Before summer break started, I was asked if I could help tutor this cute girl named Sandy who was in my differential equations class. She was struggling while I was passing the class with a near perfect grade. Sandy was a short girl with a very cute southern drawl who often wore cowgirl boots, short shorts, and very tight tank tops to class. She came from old-world antebellum southern money, and carried herself with a very classy, and somewhat stuck up air about herself, so when I was asked to tutor her by my professor, I was a bit reluctant. Afterall, I was the exact opposite of everything she was. Tall, lanky, from a lower middle class family, and by no means as social as Sandy was. Nonetheless I agreed on the terms that I would get up to 3 extra credit points, which would bring my grade in the class up to perfection. My professor reluctantly agreed, and said he would pass along my cellphone number to Sandy the following day.
Friday’s were my day off from class, and the start of my weekends, part of a schedule I meticulously planned so that I would have three days off to relax and recuperate from the heavy course load I had committed myself to at the beginning of the semester. Afterall, I would not be able to complete my two majors, mathematics, and software engineering without pushing myself harder. Like I said, Friday’s were the start of my weekend, and I usually spent them smoked out with my roommate while playing Skyrim, WoW, or League of Legends on our gaming PCs. I was fairly decent, but Alex was nothing short of a goddamn beast when it came to games like WoW and League. He had even placed in the top 5 in a couple of tournaments earlier in the year, and his skill can be attributed to his dedication to gaming, and the time he spent playing every day. So imagine his annoyment when my phone buzzed loudly, and then a sharp “PING” startled him just as he was entering the Blackwing Lair dungeon in WoW.
*“Who the fuck is messaging you at 9AM when we are supposed to be grinding in this dungeon?”* Alex said. *“I’m not sure.”* I replied. Upon checking my notifications, it was my turn to be surprised. The message was from Sandy, and it included a photo along with the message.
**Sandy:** *Hey Steven, this is Sandy from Diff Eq class. Professor Ashford said that you would be willing to help me wrap my head around this stuff. Sorry for messaging you so early, I just got out of class, and found an email from Ashford giving me the good news.*
**Sandy:** *Just in case you do not know who I am, here’s a photo of me.*
**Me:** *Hello Sandy! Of course I know who you are, it would be hard to not know who you are in that class.*
**Sandy:** *What is that supposed to mean? I did not sign up for your tutoring to be made fun of!*
**Me:** *Well first, there is no signup sheet for my tutoring services, and I am not picking on you.*
**Me:** *I simply meant that I know you because you sit beside me in the 3rd row of Diff Eq, and just one seat in front of me in Introduction to C# Programming as well. Plus you introduced yourself to everyone the first day of class remember? You were quite loud, and mentioned your father’s multi-million dollar real estate company, and your family’s long political history in Texas.*
**Sandy:** *Oh, I guess I did jump to conclusions there huh? Sorry about that, sometimes I just get so self conscious about what others think about me, you know?… And my father owns a real estate development business, not like a realtor selling homes from a Cadillac. He buys large tracts of land and develops them into multi-million dollar communities for the wealthy.*
**Me:** *I see. Well regardless of what your father does, how about we schedule a time to sit down and talk about Diff Eq so that I can judge your understand of the topic, and where I need to help. I am free after 3PM on Tuesdays and Thursdays. The other days of the week I have to work. Not all of us can rely on free money to survive college.*
**Sandy:** *I have sorority stuff on Tuesdays, and I work almost all day on Thursdays Saturdays and Sundays. So I was hoping that we could study on Monday’s or Friday’s.*
**Me:** *Monday’s are a no-go for me. I have 3 classes that day and am usually working late into the night to complete the homework from those classes. Friday’s are my chill, smoke, and relax day, so I would rather not do anything school related on Friday’s.*
**Sandy:** *Well that just sucks, what am I going to do? If I fail this class my father will cut me off, and I will have to drop out of school. Is there anyway you can make an exception for Fridays for a few weeks? How about taking some time off from work, and helping me then?*
**Me:** *My Friday’s are booked with gaming, and friends for the next five weeks until finals, and I can not afford to take any time off from work. I barely earn $8 per hour, and that is just enough to pay for my gas, and some beer, pizza and weed during the week. So that is a no to both of your questions.
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**Sandy:** *I totally understand, but I am absolutely screwed if I fail this class. I could even lose my trust fund. This is my 3rd time switching majors, and programming was supposed to be easy, but they had to make me take this goddamn fucking hard math class that only fucking nerds can pass. (no offence)*
**Sandy:** *How about if I pay you more than you make working that part time job? Could you quit, and spend your time helping me figure this stuff out? What do you make on average at your job?*
**Me:** *Are you serious?*
**Sandy:** *Yes, very much so. More serious than I have ever been about anything in my life.*
**Me:** *On a good week I earn about $250 if I am given a full 20-hours. On a bad week, as little as $100.*
**Sandy:** *Jesus Christ, I spent more than $250 yesterday on a new top and shoes. How do you live like that?*
**Me:** *Now who’s picking on who? I managed quite well actually. $100 in weed, $50 in beer, and the rest goes to food and rent. Luckily I live in an apartment that my uncle owns and he lets me stay here almost for free as long as I’m a full time student.*
**Me:** *And I hook him up with some dank ass shatter when he’s in town.*
**Sandy:** *Well I guess you have it all figured out then. You look too nerdy to be a stoner though, but I would love to try some of your “dank ass shatter” I’ll even bring my battery powered dab rig over for our first tutoring session.*
**Me:** *We still have not figured out when the first tutoring session will take place remember? I have no free time that matches up with yours.*
**Sandy:** *What if I were to guarantee you $500/week from now until the semester’s end? Then you could quit your job, tutor me, and everyone is happy, plus I get to keep my trust fund.*
**Me:** *Are you serious? $500 is way more than I make, and I would feel like I am taking advantage of you. Plus, my tutoring skills are not worth that much.*
**Sandy:** *Look Steven, don’t be stupid. It’s not like $500 is going to hurt me, or cause me to miss a meal. My father gives me $5500 per week to live on, plus I have his Amex Black card, and I make money at my job.*
**Me:** *Fuck! $5500 per week? I am not sure that my dad makes that much money in a month, and he’s been working at his job for 25 years. With that kind of money I would quit school and start a business or something.*
**Me:** *If you are serious, then I will do it. $ 500 per week for the next five weeks, for a total of $2500.*
**Sandy:** *OMG Thank you so much! You have no idea how close I am to losing my trust fund and having to drop out of school. I spend too much time dealing with my sorority duties, dating, and shopping I guess, but I know that you can help me!*
**Sandy:** *I’ll have this guy I know draw up a contract for you. He’s in law school, so it should be a pretty decent contract, and he won’t charge me anything but maybe a BJ or something.*
**Me:** *Woah! I don’t need a signed contract, especially if that means that you have to suck some dudes dick to pay for it. Like holy shit, does that really happen in the real world?*
**Sandy:** *Sure it does, how do you think good looking women get their way all the time? ;) It’s the great equalizer, and usually works to get exactly what we want.*
**Me:** *Then why didn’t you offer me a blow job instead of $500 per week? That seems like a cheaper deal for you.*
**Me:** *Sorry about that, I did not mean it the way it came off in text.*
**Me:** *Hello? Are you still there?*
**Me:** *Look I’m sorry, I didn’t mean anything bad by that.*
**Me:** *I know you are pissed, please don’t go to the dean about me.*
*“Dude are we going to fucking play games, or are you going to keep texting that stuck up rich redneck bitch all day?”* Alex said as I snapped out of the day dream I was having.* “Huh? Oh yea! I forgot for a second”* I said. I tried to concentrate on the game for the next two hours, but all I could think about was Sandy going to the dean’s office to complain about me asking her to suck me off in return for tutoring lessons. Alex had given up on me after I died for the twelfth time. *“I’m going to Gerald’s house for a bit. Have your head straight when I come home, because tonight is the Rocket League tournament against those guys from graphics design class.”* he said as he leaned down to hit the dab bong one last time.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/6uk6kt/my_college_years_part_1_chapter_1_m_any