I recently read another story regarding someone’s first night at university, so I thought I would tell mine as well.
It was roughly two years ago, on the 17th of September 2016 that I arrived at university. My parents had flown over with me the previous week in order to get everything sorted from purchases to sheets, suits, and the average utilities that a 18 year old going off to uni would require, and had left me alone the previous evening in a hotel room nearby. It goes without saying that the night prior I had trouble finding sleep – everyone in the group chats was excited to finally be on campus, and many were bantering and already planning meet ups. So was I….yet I was also talking to a beautiful Finnish girl who would be living two floors directly above me. For the purposes of this story, we shall call her Lucy. Lucy was(and is) a gorgeous lady with long blonde hair reaching down to her pert derrière with a pair of lovely breasts and measuring 163cm whereas I am…well you can check out my profile to figure out what I look like. The point is Lucy and I had begun talking to one another for a couple of weeks before, and the night before was no different. Although not entirely sexual, there were some tension between us. Before too long, night turned into day, and we made plans to meet up the next day on campus.