Freshman year of college, I played it pretty cool the first couple of months, because I was crushing pretty hard on a girl from back home. I drank a lot but didn’t do much in the way of hooking up with girls. That all ended when the girl back home helped me reach the devastating realization over Thanksgiving break that it was never going to happen. The result was me looking to relieve my sexual frustration with the first girl I could find.
One Friday night I tagged along with a friend to an apartment party , and that’s where I met Liz, a freshman at another nearby college. Liz took a year off before college, so she was also a freshman, but a year older than me. She was average looking: about 5’5″, shoulder length brown hair, an ok body with a few extra pounds in the hips (freshman 15), but beautiful lips and a gorgeous smile. She had on a lacy black tank top and bra, and tight black pants. Even though it was chilly outside, it was hot in the apartment, and folks had stripped down some.