                        On Meyer's Campus
                         An Erotic Story

     "Sandy?" I asked.  "What's an 'Orc'?"
     My new roommate (FEMALE!) mumbled up from her studies, "A 
what?  An org?  Like in whatever-dot-org?  That stands for 
'organization, like dot-com stands for 'commercial business'.  
OK?
     I looked over at her.  At five-six, and 160 pounds, I could 
have gotten a lot prettier roommate ... On the other hand, I 
could have done a lot worse too.  Italian, and light-brown-
haired, her face was more pretty than beautiful.  But she was 
definitely female; and with my hormones running out of control, 
that was what I needed at the moment in a roommate.  Besides, 
what interests I didn't have, she did.  Which is why I asked her 
the question.
     "No, not 'org'," I corrected her.  "'Orc.'  'O-R-C'  It says 
here, the tower was overrun by orcs.  I looked the word up; and 
even the unabridged didn't have it!"
     Sandy giggled.  Her sandy-colored hair just looking like 
its namesake; flowing in waves (or better yet, dunes) around her 
face.  "Don't read much fantasy, do you?" she asked/replied.
     "Fantasy?  You mean like Fairies and such?"  I asked.
     "Tolkien.  Goblins, orcs, and evil created beings," she 
explained.
     "Never heard of them," I replied.
     "Well," she asked, "do you know what a goblin is?"
     "Short for 'gobble-un'," I replied.  "A boogy-man that would 
gobble-you-up if you weren't good.  Something to scare kids with.  
Why?"
     "Well, Orc is another word for goblin ... a mean, created 
nasty intelligent being ... and yes, something to scare kids 
with."
     "Oh.  Thanks, Sandy."  I went back to perusing the book 
which suddenly made more sense.  All the while I was conscious in 
the background of my mind of the presence of my new roommate.  
Somehow, in the next two or three hours, the two of us were going 
to have to get ready for bed ... and the fact that at Meyer's 
College the students went two to a room, with only ONE bed was 
looming larger and larger as time went on.
     You've heard of "Harrad College" or "The Harrad Experiment"?  
Well, the parents of the kids at Meyer's college had decided that 
the "experiment" didn't go far enough.  Yes, SOME parents 
remember just how horny and frustrated THEY were is school ... 
and how being forcibly separated from opposite-sex pairings made 
things so hard, when hormones were at their highest.  So, instead 
of just putting opposite-sex roommates together with separate 
beds and the expectation that they MIGHT have sex together, here 
at Meyer's they put opposite sex roommates together in the same 
bed ... NAKED ... with the stipulation that we WOULD have sex 
together.  If we found ourselves incompatible, then we had up to 
two weeks to rearrange things to find compatible bed-partners, or 
we would be moved to a nearby, more "normal" college, where 
access to the opposite sex was about as available as it is in 
jail.
     I was lucky I guess, to get somebody as compatible as Sandy.  
Still, I understand that the faculty spent hundreds of hours of 
computer time working out the pairings.  For sure I had spent 
enough time peregrinating from one room to another, filling out 
forms, taking seemingly senseless tests, and answering 
embarrassing questions, before they ever let me into this 
place ... or even let me know what it was, for that matter.  My 
parents had known, of course.  But I hadn't.  I presume that 
Sandy and all the other kids had been put through similar 
batteries of tests.
     I finally closed up the book.  Far from being horny or 
excited, I was almost frightened.  Yes, frightened.  Frightened 
that she would find me ugly or incompatible.  Frightened that she 
might find me a lousy-lover.  (After all, I was a virgin.  What 
did *I* know about satisfying a girl, except those sex stories on 
the net?  Well ... at least I had SOME idea about what a clitoris 
was, and that girls were supposed to like oral sex.  But that was 
all from reading.  Reality is different.)  Most of all though, I 
guess I was frightened that Sandy would laugh at me.  After all, 
pretty girls like her got all the sex they could ever want.  All 
she had to do was say, "Yes," to the first guy that asked her.
     Well ... that just goes to show how abysmally ignorant a guy 
can be.
     "Uh ...," I started; then stopped; blushing.
     "Uh ...," Sandy repeated back at me.
     At first, I thought she was making fun of my shyness ... 
until I noticed that her face was as flaming red as mine was.  
Somehow, knowing Sandy was as embarrassed as I was made it easier 
for me.
     "Uh ... you want to get ready for bed now?" I asked.  "I 
won't look, if you don't want me to."
     Sandy blushed even brighter, if possible.  "They said we 
were supposed to get used to seeing each other dress and 
undress," she responded; reminding me of the edicts about modesty 
(or lack thereof) the staff had made clear to each of us.  "If we 
don't start right away, it won't get any easier.  If we aren't 
sleeping together naked by this weekend, well, you know the 
rules ...."
     "Oh."  She was right.  "Uh ... do you want to go first, or 
should I?"
     Sandy just blushed even redder; almost turning red as a 
beet.
     I figured it was up to me.  So, trying to act nonchalant, I 
shrugged my shirt off over my head.  Then, barely remembering to 
remove my shoes first, my pants soon followed.  Sandy stared at 
me like a bird fascinated by a snake.
     Trying to not show how embarrassed I was, I wondered whether 
to inch my briefs down, or simply yank them off.  I finally 
decided to just take them off normally, and did so.
     Standing there naked, with a fully dressed girl staring at 
me like a frightened dove, was both embarrassing ... and ego-
building.  Here SHE, with all her sexual experience was more 
scared than I was.
     "Uh?  Aren't YOU going to get undressed too?" I asked.
     Sandy's color had faded a bit to merely pink; but then 
flashed red again at my question.  "Uh ... could you do me a 
favor?" she asked.
     Darn.  I had SO wanted to see her undress.  While I was 
fairly sure we both WOULD be snuggling naked together under the 
sheets in short order, the prospect of seeing her naked (and 
GETTING naked) in front of me, would have satisfied some internal 
craving I hadn't realized I had until then.  "I suppose I COULD 
turn my back, if you want me to," I said, disappointedly.
     "No ... I mean ... I want you to ...," she stumbled.  "Could 
you undress me ... at least, for our first time?"  Once again, 
Sandy was beet-red in embarrassment.
     Me?  I was walking three feet above the floor.  "You want ME 
to undress you?" I asked; not really believing it.
     "Please?" she asked.  "You don't have to, if you don't want 
to."
     Yeah ... I didn't want to, like a guy three days in the 
desert without water didn't want an ice-cold lemonade.  Uhuh.
     Somehow, without ever remembering covering the distance 
between us, I found myself unbuttoning Sandy's blouse.  She held 
her arms out in accommodation; as I struggled with the buttons.
     Now you'd THINK that the feel and look and knowledge of the 
soon-to-be-naked girl I was undressing would be what stimulated 
my brain (and the little-brain in my prick) into overdrive.  
However, while the feel of smooth FEMALE skin under my fingers (I 
couldn't HELP but touch her body on occasion.) and the look of 
Sandy's firm young breasts, first under the incredibly sexy black 
brassiere, and then standing firm, conical, naked, and nipple-
erect right next to my face, along with similar views (and 
feels!) of her soft rounded belly and ... and ... and ....
     I just couldn't THINK of what was coming next.
     No, it wasn't THOSE things that put my brain into overload.  
It was the SMELL of her.  No, not raunchy, stinky, or nasty.  
There must be some pheromones in the hair alone of sexy young 
girls that drives men mad with passion.  For sure it did me.  Ad 
that to the smell of her skin almost shoved in my nose as I 
peeled first the blouse off, then worked for desperate minutes to 
unsnap that beastly-designed man-hater the bra, and finally 
pulling her pants down, with my nose almost buried in her 
navel ... and I was done for.  When I reached for Sandy's black 
matching panties, well ... the smell of sexually aroused woman 
would be enough to drive a eunuch up the wall.  I was no eunuch; 
and Sandy was enough woman, even at only 16, to satisfy any man.  
thank God she was "legal age", not "jailbait".  I'm not sure I 
could have stopped what I was doing if I had found out she was 
only 13, or even younger.  Still, the college in this as in all 
other matters, had been quite careful to ensure that ALL 
students, even those pushed ahead, were old enough for all of the 
planned "extracurricular activities" that they intended to help 
their college put out the finest of graduates.
     "Mmmmm.  I can see that you LIKE me," commented Sandy, as I 
pulled her last garment down her legs.  Removing the panties left 
me with my nose almost in the light brown fur of her bush.  That 
was the first words she made since I started undressing her.  
(Well, if you don't count, "Oooh," and a giggle or two, when I 
touched her in unexpected spots.)
     I looked down ... and my new roommate was right.  I was 
sporting an erection that was truly amazing for me.  On the 
occasion I had previously to measure myself, I had found a mere 
six inches ... barely half the ruler ... and that was pushing it.  
Right now, my swollen prick both looked and felt almost two 
inches bigger.  Illusion or not, I knew a sexy girl like Sandy 
was responsible for it.  "I do," I said ... and meant it.
     For several minutes (or was it several hours?) Sandy and I 
stood there, staring at each other.  Brown hair, cute face with 
rather large turned-up nose, slightly buck-teeth, wide smile, 
incredibly perky breasts, a tummy that ....
     Shit, I had to stop before I came all over the carpet.  
While not the modern-day beauty that some people think about, 
Sandy COULD have posed for Reubens ... but not quite that good in 
the face.  She wasn't fat.  Not the tiniest hint of cellulite.  
But she WAS, "pleasingly plump."  For the first time, I knew what 
that phrase REALLY meant.
     "May I?" I asked; holding out my arms.
     It took Sandy a second or two to get my point ... then was 
in my arms and hugging me.  Somehow it didn't seem right to kiss 
her ... yet.
     The feel of naked, squirming, real-live girl in my arms was 
incredible.  Sandy could feel my reaction too.
     "We'd better get in bed, before you waste that thing down my 
leg," she giggled; pointing at where a wet streak of slimy pre-
cum was wetting her thigh.
     The flush of hot embarrassment was enough to make my prick 
droop ... and forestall the truly humiliating experience of 
squirting thick white cum all over her leg, instead of up inside 
her sexy young belly where it belonged.
     It was a race to see how fast we could make it into bed 
together, without getting in each other's way.  Somehow, we 
managed.
     "Are you ready?" I asked.  It was certainly obvious that I 
was!
     "Don't be silly, I've been waiting for YEARS," panted Sandy 
in my ear.  "Now push!"
     "Not half as long as I have, Honey," I told myself.  It may 
have been a year or two since she last got laid ... but *I* had 
been waiting all my life!  Still, about being ready, I guess she 
was right.  Sandy's crotch was fully as slippery as the tip of my 
prick ... which had been drooling pre-cum for several minutes 
now.  I pushed.
     "Ow!"
     "Dammit!"
     "Shit."
     "Why won't it go?"
     From incredible sexiness, to incredible frustration, both 
for me and for Sandy.  We couldn't get it in!  It took three 
tries, before Sandy finally reached down between the two of us, 
and held the tip of my prick steady while I forced it in.  I was 
amazed.  I previously had thought a woman's vagina was in FRONT 
of her ... not so far back it was literally in the middle between 
her legs.  If I had thought, it would have made sense though ... 
a woman had to have a baby come out there ... not out her front.
     Suddenly I wasn't thinking about such things.  There was a 
snapping sensation, and then my prick was enveloped in slick wet 
heat that sucked and milked and .... and OH SHOOT!
     Yeah, I wasn't more than about five seconds inside her, when 
I lost it; shooting thick white streams of cum in jet after thick 
white jet of sticky cum into her waiting fertility.  I was barely 
aware of Sandy working madly back, as her hips made gyrations I 
hadn't known hips could make, to milk my spurting prick of each 
precious drop of sperm I had in me.
     It was only when we were both calming down that I realized 
what had happened.  We had been so involved we had forgotten to 
take precautions!  Right then, my germ might be approaching her 
soma (OK ... sperm approaching her ovum ... the shell without a 
germ) and creating a new life within her.  "I'm sorry," I 
groaned.  "I just forgot."
     "I didn't," she answered back.  "I'm a GOOD Catholic Girl.  
My father would disown me if I didn't take your seed in me 
properly."
     "Your father?" I asked.
     "He believes in some of the old-style ways of doing things; 
like "good girls" don't sleep around; even though he's trying to 
shed the image the Families have, by embracing new thoughts and 
ideas.  That's why I'm here," she explained.  "Good girls don't 
use birth-control, and only sleep with one man at a time.  Good 
Catholic girls, that is.  Not even Daddy expects a modern woman 
to stay with one man forever, though.  Nobody does, any more."
     "Families?"  I had a sudden image of black-coated men in 
black limousines, spraying bullets at my tumbling body.  "Your 
family is Mafioso?"  I shivered.
     "Upstarts," smiled Sandy; pulling me back into her embrace.
     "Huh?" I asked.
     "My family is Camorra," she explained.  "The Mafia are 
newcomers."
     Somehow, that didn't make me feel better.  "Your 
father ...," I started; then looked down in horror.  A red streak 
on the girl's thigh gave mute evidence that Sandy was no more 
experienced than I was.  "You were a virgin," I whispered.  "Oh 
my God, I'm sorry.  I didn't know."
     "I had to lose it sometime," she responded.  "Besides, it 
was your first time too, wasn't it?"
     Somehow, that didn't make me feel better, either.  "Your 
father ...," I repeated; still thinking about what an Italian Don 
would do to somebody who debauched his little girl ... and from 
the evidence of the red streak on my prick, I had just taken this 
little girl's virginity.
     "Daddy SENT me here, remember?" she reassured me.  "If you 
did succeed in planting a little one in my tummy, then Daddy will 
grubstake you in business ... to make sure you earn enough money 
to support the kid.  OK?"
     Well, what COULD I say?
     "OK."
     We went back to the sublime task of making SURE that I had 
succeeded in planting my seed in her fertile young womb.  It took 
me almost half an hour to recover; during which we both cleaned 
up, wiped the mess from between her legs and mine, showered 
together, and then snuggled close until we both felt the rising 
of my prick against her belly.  As we did, we talked about her 
family, my family, her studies, my studies, and the things we 
would do together, whether or not she ever did end up pregnant.  
It's simply amazing how having sex together will break the ice 
and make you into friends, if you weren't before.
     The second time I slid inside her, there was none of the 
frantic urgency of our first coupling.  This time, we both knew 
where her vagina was located, and how to get me inside her.  I 
was also not so urgent that I was going to blow my seed all over 
the inside of her womb without her barely getting warmed up.
     It was actually squeakier and tighter getting inside her 
though.  But Sandy soon warmed up.  Before the night was over, 
she had gone from trembling innocent virgin to succubus intent on 
draining my body of every drop of precious seed stored in my 
prostate.  I could see why the ancients had dreamed of demon-
lovers like succubus and succubi who drained their victims by 
having sex with them until they succumbed to the insatiable 
appetites of their demon-lovers.
     Only ... when I woke up the next morning, instead of feeling 
drained from a night of debauchery, I felt more alive and rested 
than ever before.  I also felt more lecherous; and the sight of 
naked young woman lying waiting and willing next to me, soon had 
me as ready and amorous as the night before.
     Luckily it was a weekend; as I don't think either Sandy or I 
could have stopped arousing each other during class ... and who 
knows what might have happened then.  I shudder at the prospect 
of what might happen over at the University, as they didn't have 
the expectation for their students that the College did.  But ... 
perhaps it wasn't really luck.  The College staff had planned 
everything else fairly well, why not this?
     From shy virgin myself, I grew quite confident during that 
first weekend.  I not only ejaculated about two quarts of thick 
white sperm in Sandy's always-receptive young belly; each time 
filling her womb with jet after jet of thick white baby-goo, as I 
did my best to both make up for 16 years of living like a priest, 
and also to start the life growing within Sandy that she seemed 
to want even more than I did.  Why, I never could figure out.  
Besides that, I got to eat her hot little box (once Sandy figured 
out that I really WANTED to) several times, and even (yes 
really!) slid my prick one time all the way up inside her tight 
little ass.  We both decided that was OK ... but not nearly as 
much fun as squirting thick white gobs of baby-goo into her 
fertile young tummy where it really belonged.  Even the two or 
three times Sandy sucked on me to get ready, we both were careful 
to save my ejaculations for inside her.
     Usually, you'd expect a teenager to be quite careful of 
letting a man actually cum inside her unprotected vagina.  Sandy, 
on the other hand, seemed to WANT me to get her pregnant ... as 
if she had something to gain by it, instead of it being a problem 
or "curse" like some women seemed to think.  Well, if she wanted 
my baby, then I was quite willing to give it to her.  It actually 
gave me hope that Sandy might look in favor on the idea of having 
me around permanently.  Well, I could only hope.
