Fucking the University Bookstore student-employee [MF] (Part I, build-up) | 2016

As I’ve said in my past stories, I’m a Sophomore (now rising Junior) in a large state university in the southeast. I’m lucky enough to be a member of what is widely considered one of the two best fraternities on campus. We have a badass house and a very strong alumni base, both of which are hugely helpful for attracting rushes and getting ass. It’s a pretty awesome time.

This story happened in early April, as spring was finally coming around after a brutal winter. I held a position in our house called the Secretary, which essentially means I had to keep our house printer full of ink and paper. I also had to keep the house stocked with scantron sheets and blue books for taking exams, and on this particular day I was on my way to the university Book Store to re-up on blue books.

I get in line at the front and immediately notice that the student-employee handling my line is a total babe. She was medium-tallish height, with straight dirty-blond hair that was pulled back into a tight pony-tail, showing off a graceful neck and a pretty face. Not drop dead sexy but very appealing, if you know what I mean. She wasn’t a girl with a naturally uber-slender build, but at the same time she was clearly in good shape and the fact that she wasn’t built like a twig had the happy side effect of blessing this girl with eye-catching tits.

Book store employees had to wear something university-related as a uniform, and the tight Nike quarter-zip she had on in our school colors did a great job of hugging her chest and showing off her assets. I absorbed all this information as I waited in line, and the only thing that surprised me is that I had never seen this girl before. My turn came and I stepped to the counter with 150 scantraon sheets and a few dozen blue books in my arms. Not surprisingly she gave me a curious, inquisitive look. This girl was sly and flirty from the get go.

“I’m the Secretary for my fraternity, gotta keep the house stocked,” I said. I would have spared the explanation for most people, but I wanted to see if I could get her to bite. She did.

“Oh, cool. That explains a lot. What fraternity are you in?”

“Uh, Phi Gam” (not to be dickish but we’re widely considered once of the 2 best houses on campus). She immediately looked interested, so I figured she’d probably been to one of our parties before. She pressed the issue a bit more, saying “Oh awesome, I went there all the time as a Freshman. Anything big coming up I should know about?” I asked her what class she was, and when she replied that she was a Junior, I decided to play my luck, smoothly telling her that she should give me her number and I’d hit her up when something came up.

She told me her name was Madison and wrote her number on the top scantron of the stack. We made some small talk as I paid with our house credit card and I left. I had the sense that she was interested, so I was pretty set on getting in touch with her ASAP and making a move. I hadn’t slept with any girls in grades above me since I’d been to school

I didn’t see Madison again for a few days. Our first encounter had happened on a Tuesday or Wednesday, and we didn’t end up having a party at our house that weekend. I was pissed, the more time that passed since our meeting the worse I thought my chances would be. Then something amazing fell into my lap. The Sunday after meeting Madison , one of our social chairs, a good friend of mine, let me in on the information that we’d be having our 1/5th and Handcuffs cocktail that following Tuesday.

To explain that concept a bit for those who don’t know, a 1/5th and Handcuffs Coctail is when every brother of a fraternity invited a date, you get handcuffed together and given a 5th of something, and you stay together until you finish it (or until you’re both too fucked up). We always get a Barry White cover band it our basement for it, its awesome. The night always ends with just about every couple fucking each others brains out.

I thought this could be a pretty good invite to extend Madison’s way. She had practically asked me for an invite to our house, we had clearly had some sort of connection, and this was the best option for me in the near future. I texted her laying out the details and extending the invite, and she responded within 30 minutes saying yes. Then some thing interesting happened.

I sent the following texts in quick succession “We’re going to be attached at the wrist a few hours, might not be a bad idea to get to know each other a bit”

“Maybe we should hang out tomorrow, grab some coffee. maybe after you get off work?”

10 minutes later I received these replies (paraphrased)

“Sounds great, but don’t worry about coffee, I’m not working tomorrow and my Monday class schedule is a joke.”

“Why don’t you just come by my room tomorrow around 7, Dillard 218, and we can hang out”

I grinned as I read her reply. Between our flirty encounter at the book store and this invite to her dorm room things were definitely heading in an interesting direction. It may seem like I was drawing some hasty conclusions here, but as most of you know when you meet someone for the first time, especially during the college years, its apparent almost immediately if there’s a connection and mutual interest there that may lead to something. We definitely had it.

The next day rolled around, and I decided it make a bold play. I was determined to at least put my best effort forward and try to get some action that night as a lead in to the cocktail, so I showed up wearing an untucked button down and some nice chino shorts and loafers instead of a standard tee .I even brought a cheap bottle of wine and a gram of trees with me. I was hoping it would set a romantic mood and continue the vibes she was sending. I was pretty on point with that one.

Luckily she didn’t answer the door in running shorts and a tee or I would have felt like a real dick. She was wearing some tight, revealing white denim shorts and a lightweight powder-blue blouse with a good amount of flow to it; one of those tops that affords onlookers a great view of her (very defined) collar bone and some occasional cleavage. Again, based on her outfit we were on the same wavelength. This now felt like a date.

Like many lucky upper classmen, she had a very spacious single. I was happy to see that she had her glaring, bright fluorescent overhead light turned off and the room was illumined by the soft light of two lamps and a string of white Christmas lights running across one wall. We posted up on her sofa with the wine and I flipped on the Lacrosse game our school was playing that night while she turned on some music. The first bit of the night went pretty much as you’d expect, we killed the wine pretty fast and moved onto mixed drinks with some cheap liquor she had on hand.

Turns out she was from the same part of the country as me (Northeast), and as fellow out-of-state’ers at a southern university that provided an instant connection. Everything was going perfectly, to be honest.