The dorms at UT Austin had just gotten wired with ethernet to each room. This was about Fall of 1997. I was in a smaller “dudes only” dorm with a single room (Prather Hall), somewhere right in the center of that 1920’s era building, window overlooking northward onto 21st street and Moore Hill, basically under the stadium.
College girls every where else of course, as you can imagine. Truly the greatest year of my life. Picture an environment pre-cursing the yoga pant. Instead it features the “fuck me” pants… tight black pants, tastefully cut to accentuate them butts. Butts, accentuated unlike the male half of the race had ever seen before. The 90’s somehow were a more tasteful time.
I put up a flier for my “hook up your computer to the internet” service in the huge nearby dorm (Jester). One girl contacted me to install an ethernet card. I guess this all must have happened via regular phone, I don’t how else. I vaguely remember paying a separate bill for phone service, worried about the cost of long distance calls to my end-of-high-school girlfriend several states away.
Anyway, I went to this random girl’s dorm room and installed an ethernet card in her computer. I had gotten a fuck ton of free 10 mbps cards from the company I had been working for back in Dallas during summers and holidays. They had just upgraded to 100 mbps cards across the company, so I basically stole dozens of the obsolete 10 mbps cards and made a small fortune at college selling them for $100 each (insane even in circa 2018 dollars).
She followed up with some customer service issue, no idea what it could have been (probably “internet don’t work”), but she more or less obviously wanted a further piece of the repair guy. We must have flirted maybe over email for a while (why on earth didn’t I save these emails?) and she ended up coming over to visit. I had a really cool single dorm room for the time… full of plants and more or less an entire recording studio minus the drums (my buddy and I were recording our first album in the room onto a big 8-track cassette recorder I had bought with the aforementioned ethernet card money).
First time she came over, I remember just chatting and flirting in my 8×10′ dorm room somehow. She was a quite pretty raven-black-haired girl, 18 at the time, grew up in south Texas and kind of had a sad story. Somehow we ended up on my bed talking, then kissing. At this point, I basically never had had sex without a condom. After talking through it (“do you want to have sex?”), she got right on top of me and lowered her pussy onto my dick like it was nothing. I recall coming about halfway through her first stroke, directly up into her pussy. We kind of laughed about it and took a short break.
Really wish I could be a college boy again because I was shortly able to give it the old college try and keep going. The first image I recall regularly, whilst yanking it in the shower subsequent years later, is of fucking her from behind, doggy style, and thinking “this is one of the greatest moments of your life, remember it”. Thanks, 19 year old self. I do.
The craziest part is that my window blinds were open and there was a low light on. I had a couple high school friends who lived in the dorm directly across the street and I remember thinking they would be proud of me if they were watching.
The second major image I have is of being on top of her in the corner of my bed, fucking her and trying my hardest to get off a second time. Can’t imagine how this could have been a problem ever in my life, but you know, college. She whispered into my ear “come for me baby”, which is still doubtless the hottest thing ever whispered into either of my ears to date, and I came in her again.
I got off her and she sat up. We talked a bit and then she got up and there was cum on my bed spread where her pussy had been. She was really embarrassed. That situation is basically the hot-dirtiest thing I can recall out of my entire memory. I said, “it’s not a problem at all” of course. Must have washed out the cum and pussy juice remnants in the dorm laundry at some point.
I think we spent one or two nights together more or less like that. I really wasn’t into her beyond just the awesomeness of the situation. I had to cut it off after a while. I remember in one of the last emails she said the sex “was interesting”, so I was either a huge disappointment (most likely) or we had the craziest sex ever of her life up to that point.
I’ve tried to look her up several times, but she has kind of a common name, so I can’t really be sure if I’ve found the right girl. If I (and my long-suffering wife) have HPV, I’m sure we got it from her! College girls are the dirtiest / best.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/9w3zt6/m_i_was_a_dorm_computer_guy_u_texas_at_austin
That was an interesting story. Especially the part about HPV. I like a little depression in my sex story.
>I recall regularly, whilst yanking it in the shower
FYI Absolutely no one from Texas ever says “whilst”.