College Romp

My name is Malcolm. I was a virgin until one amazing night in my sophomore year of college.

There were a lot of hot girls at my school and I was friends with a lot of them, but I had never been able to turn it into a sexual thing. My first girlfriend in high school, who I was still with my entire freshman year, never let me get past feeling her tits outside her bra, then she dumped me. During the first couple months of my sophomore year I looked at a lot of girls that I wanted to get naked with, and even talked to them and became friends with them, but I didn't know how to make the first move. I was better off than my roommate Henry, though. He thought I was a stud because I spent so much time with these girls. He knew I hadn't even kissed any of them, but since he couldn't even talk to them he was impressed that I at least got friendly hugs from them.

Then one night in December we had a winter formal. Of course I went alone because I was always afraid to ask someone to be my date. I was wearing a tux that I'd bought for a formal in high school.

After I gave my ticket at the door to the party and got some free chips, the first thing I came to was the craps table. The party was a Las Vegas theme, and they had craps tables, roulette tables, blackjack, poker, and a few slot machines. Everything was tokens and chips, no cash. I walked up to the craps table and saw Megan standing there playing craps. Megan was one of the hot girls that I had thought about alone in my dorm room, and was friendly with, but of course had never kissed or made a move on. She was a freshman so when she first started school and I talked to her, she liked getting attention from someone older, even though I was just one year older. She had a very pretty face, dark brown eyes, dark curly shoulder-length hair, huge tits, bigger than D cups, a surprisingly small waist for someone so busty, and then wide hips and a nice big round ass. She usually wore baggy T-shirts, and so the first time I talked to her I thought she was fat, but occassionally she would wear something more form fitting and then you would realize what a hot body she had. Tonight was one of those nights. She was wearing a green strapless dress that hugged her body, showing her narrow waist and round hips and ass, and pushed her tits up to create some amazing cleavage. She looked amazing. 

Some freshman boys were standing next to her and sort of staring when she wasn't looking their way, but they weren't talking to her at all. Probably scared. I wasn't scared to talk to a pretty girl, though! Just scared to do anything else.

"Hi Megan!" I said as I walked up to her.

"Hi Malcolm! You look great!" she said with a huge smile, like she'd been bored and was really glad to see me, and she gave me a big hug. I could feel her soft, ample breasts pressing against my chest as squeezed me. It felt really good.

She let go. "Play some craps with me, it's fun," she said. 

"Okay." I put some chips on Pass. We played craps for a while and talked, just about the game and whatnot. I took a look at her cleavage when ever I got the chance. She had pale, soft looking skin. I wished I could see her with that dress off. I wanted to press my face against those huge tits, suck her nipples, put my hand between her legs. I was getting a little bit of a hard on but the craps table was there to hide it. 

It got cold at one point when someone opened the door and a gust of wind came in. Megan shivered a bit, put her arms around my arm and pushed up against me, her right tit was pressed right against my arm. "Brrrr" she said, and smiled.

"Cold, huh?" I said. I was loving that she was rubbing against me but didn't know what to do or say. Then it was her turn to roll the dice so she had to let go.

The band started playing and soon after I lost my last chip. 

"Well, that's the last of my chips" I said, "I think I'll go check out the dance floor."

"Okay," she said. I walked over to the room with the dance floor. She was still over by the craps table. I kicked myself. Why didn't I ask her to dance with me? I wanted to go back over but would have felt stupid. So I went to the dance floor alone.

I saw a friend named Christine and walked over. Christine was another hot girl I was friends with. She had curly blond hair, blue eyes, a big smile all the time, nice round tits, also large but maybe not as big as Megan's, and I nice body. She was also wearing a form fitting dress, although the neckline was a little higher than Megan's. She was a junior but always seemed sweet and innocent. "Want to dance?" she asked. I said sure. I took her right hand in my left and put my arm around her back. She put her hand on my shoulder and pressed up against me. We started swaying back and forth. I could feel her tits pressing against my chest. It felt so good. Our stomachs were pressed against each other, and my crotch was against her lower stomach. She gave me a big smile, and kind of took a deep breath and let out a sigh. As she inhaled her chest rose, and I was acutely aware of her cleavage, and her breasts pressing against me. I felt a little stirring in my pants. I was nervous about her feeling me get a hard-on - I didn't want her to think I was some kind of pervert. I tried to think about something else. The hard-on went down a little bit. Then Christine put her head on my shoulder. That felt really nice. I started getting a hard-on again. I tried to pull my hips back away from her a little bit. Then I felt a tap on my shoulder.