I grew up in a small religious community where everyone was extremely conservative about sex. I’m also an introvert, and while I later became much more outgoing, that meant I was pretty reserved and quiet growing up. I wouldn’t say I was a nerd exactly, I did have a couple of girlfriends in high school, but they were short lived and casual relationships.
So when I got to college I had a lot of pent up energy. Being away from home made me feel like I was finally ready to let go of the psychological baggage I had around sex. I didn’t go wild or anything, but I had a few hookups in my first year. In my sophomore year I met C though. Physically, she was very much my type: girl next door vibe, dressed cute but modest, dirty blonde hair, curvy.
We hooked up after a party and everything seemed to just kind of click with her. She had a similar background to mine, so we were both at about the same place in exploring our sexuality, and the chemistry was exactly right. We did it twice that night and then again in the morning, and were already talking about when we’d do it again next.