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Ever since I turned sixteen I had been rather desperate to lose my virginity and finally become a man. By the time senior year rolled around, my friends had all lost their virginities and had girlfriends or in the very least, girls they would hook-up with once in a while and screw whenever the need took them. I, on the other hand, had no such arrangement and I felt as if everyone else was doing it except for me. It became an obsession for me and as the year melted away, I was faced with what a lot of high school guys dreaded; going to college a virgin.*I had girlfriends in high school, but those relationships never progressed past awkward make-out sessions in the back of cars or clumsy handjobs and blowjobs at parties. Was it so hard to find a sweet, smart girl who was as horny as I was? It was starting to seem like it as the summer holidays were upon me as I made the transition from high school graduate to college newbie. I tried to remain optimistic at the beginning of the summer. I told myself that I would meet a sexy young woman and have a white hot summer fling before we went our separate ways for college and university. But as the summer progressed my chances of finding a willing candidate to have this white-hot fling with were dwindling. It was unlikely to happen in the first place, but I kept telling myself that it would happen. It never did.*Still, the summer wasn't a complete bust. The cute girl Zoey from work used to suck me off every now and then in exchange for me giving her a ride home or helping out in her department at the mall. That was as far as she was willing to go, though. Believe me, I tried to talk her into more, but she drew the line at oral sex. She did let me return the favor and I found out that I enjoyed giving as much as receiving. Full sexual intercourse with her would have been great, but she had her limits. And so it was that I went off to college a virgin, my worst nightmare confirmed.The first week of college, as well as being fun and full of new experiences, was also rather miserable for me. I felt as if everyone knew that I was still a virgin. I felt like it was written across my forehead in big, bold letters. I met new people and made some great new friends, but the girls I did speak to, referred to me as 'cute' and 'adorable' and 'boyishly charming' they saw me as too much of the kind, brotherly figure rather than the macho man they would jump into bed with. Even when I had alcohol in my system, the girls seemed like they would rather be friends with me than bang buddies. Some even seemed as if they were repulsed by me and my human want and desire to try and get off with someone.*"You come off as desperate," one girl Patrice told me, rather bluntly. "Get to know these girls first, take an active interest in them, tell them what they want to hear. Trick them into going to your bed and having sex with you, then in the morning you can leave and never see them again. The hustler and the confident womanizer are art forms, Max. You gotta learn how to play the game. Especially if sex is all you're after."So with that in mind, I tried to exude confidence when dealing with the girls. But all this earned me was a disgusted look from a gorgeous little red head who saw right through my charade. So I was back to square one. Apparently, the game was harder to learn than I first thought. Still, I was enjoying my new classes and the freedom and independence I had living away from home. My psychology class I found the most interesting and I always looked forward to it, but that was because of the beautiful woman I got to stare at. She was gorgeous, and she wasn't a girl, like the ones I had tried to hit on unsuccessfully and lure back to my bed, no, she was all woman.*I found myself attracted to her, but I knew deep down that she wouldn't go for me. To her, I was probably just a boy, just another random kid in a sea of faces, while she tried to re-educate herself as a mature student and continue learning. She was most likely someone's wife and someone's mother. She probably saw me as someone equal to her teenage son or daughter or the other neighborhood kids. Still, it was nice to fantasize about her and think of all the wild things we could do together.*She was of middling stature, not too tall and not too short, somewhere in between. I myself was around 5"8 so she was the perfect height for me. Her shoulder length blonde hair she always wore in one of two styles; down, with a Anadolu Yakası Escort clip to the keep the shorter, wispy side bits away from her eyes, or tied back in a simple ponytail. She was always dressed well and she always looked presentable, as to the other college students who just threw on whatever and left their dorms or student housing and went to classes. Even on the days when she had just come straight from the gym or the sports track, she still looked good.*I would get to class a little early each day and sit near the middle section of the row so I could see both doors perfectly. I would wait for her and watched as she entered the classroom, off in her own little world, here to learn like everyone else, except unlike everyone else she was older and so had more life experience. Perhaps she appreciated education more than we did? She was one of those women who didn't realize how attractive she still was. She was probably very self-conscious about the fact that she was older than most students here and that she wasn't one of the 'young, hot girls' but that's what made her so gorgeous to me. She was the hot older woman, the one that every guy had some sort of fantasy about.*I mean, sure to look at she wasn't the most beautiful woman ever. I could stand up and pick ten girls hotter than her in my class, but this woman had something those girls didn't and I could not put my finger on it. To me, she was gorgeous and fascinating, and I found myself unable to stop from staring at her and watching her. She was still very attractive for a woman in her forties, I guessed, and it was her image I masturbated to each night in the shower.*One day, about a month or so into the semester, one of my fantasies came true as she came and sat down next to me. The first thing I noticed was that she was sans wedding ring. She had no ring on her finger. Had she never married? Or maybe she had been at one point and was now in a new relationship but didn't want to get married again? My mind boggled as I started to speculate about her life and marital status. I then caught a whiff of her perfume, which was a light floral scent that filled my nostrils and reminded me of summer. I wanted to speak to this woman, but I so was shy and nervous. When I looked down at my hands I saw that I was shaking slightly. I moved them off the desk, in case she noticed. The last thing I wanted to do was have her think that I was strange.*I knew that if I didn't speak to her, that I would regret it later and think about 'what could have been'. Even if she rejected me, at least I tried to strike a*conversation. Taking a deep breathe I took the plunge and turned to face her slightly.*"How are you finding the course?" I asked. At least I didn't sound as nervous as I felt. My voice sounded steady, so that was a good sign.*"Very interesting," she said. "But very enjoyable. I'm loving it so far." She smiled at me, a welcoming grin that was full of confidence and I almost lost it again and started shaking, but I managed to control myself.*"So what brings you back to student life?" I asked.*"Are you making a dig at the fact I am so much older than most people here?" she questioned me in a stern tone.*"No, no, no," I protested. "I was just asking........I just meant," I stumbled along, digging myself deeper and deeper. What had I meant? I thought.*I saw that she was laughing, which made me flush red with embarrassment and squirm in my seat. "Relax," she said. "I know exactly what you mean. I was just having some fun." A girl with a sense of humor, I thought happily.*"Would you like the long version of events that led me to this classroom?" she asked. "Or the shorter, far more boring version?""Let's have the short version first," I replied.*"I wanted to do something for myself. I was sick of constantly putting other people before me, so I took control and decided to re-educate myself, so here I am. Learning, meeting new people and doing what I want for a change on my own agenda, not anyone else's," she explained.*"And the long version?" I pressed.*"That is a story for tomorrow," she said. I looked to the front of the classroom in dismay as the Professor walked in and greeted everyone. For the rest of the lesson, we didn't talk to each other. She was too busy paying attention and taking notes, while I was trying not to get an erection thinking about the gorgeous woman sitting next to me. At the end of the Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan class, she smiled at me again, that radiant smile as she packed away her notebook and pencil case. She did a little wave as she left, and I watched her go down the stairs two at a time and leave the classroom. I, however, sat around for another few moments, too scared to stand up in case someone saw that I had a raging hard-on.For the rest of the day,*all I could think about was the psych class the next day and seeing her again, and being able to talk to her. It was all I was focused on. I could not think about anything else. The hours seemed to drag on, it felt like a lifetime to me until I was back in my chair, eagerly awaiting her. I got so impatient that I ended up leaving for psychology, which was my first class that day, a full half hour early, and it was only a five-minute walk to the MacMillian building, where all the psychological sciences were held. I got there so early in fact, that the classroom wasn't even open yet so I had to wait outside in the cold hallway before someone came past and opened the doors.*Then there was the agonizing wait in the empty classroom as other students slowly filled seats. It felt like I was waiting a lifetime for her to show up and just when I thought that she wouldn't make an appearance for today's class, she did. She strolled in wearing a pair of figure hugging jeans and a green polo shirt, her blonde hair scraped back into her usual ponytail. She smiled at me as she walked up the stairs and came and sat down next to me in the vacant seat.*"Morning," I said.*"Hi," she smiled. "So, the long version of the story," she started, not wasting any time and getting straight to the point. No preamble or anything. "I married when I was very young.*Straight out of High School to a man who knew my father and did business with my family on occasion. I was eighteen, he was twenty. Back then it didn't matter if you never went to college, or in fact*if you didn't finish school, you could still get a good job. Children came along rather quickly after marriage but we were happy, and we continued to be happy for years afterwards. Then one day, not long after our twenty-fifth wedding anniversary, I realized I hadn't done anything with my life. Sure I was a mother, wife and homemaker, but I hadn't done anything of significance. But I didn't tell anyone, certainly not my husband, who hated change and any new ideas," she explained.*I just sat there, entranced with her story and her beautiful blue/gray eyes. She continued. "For two years I kept those feelings to myself until I decided that I had to tell someone, but still I kept putting it off in my mind and finding excuses to not tell my husband and sons. I decided enough was enough one morning when I woke up and looked at my husband sleeping next to me and decided that I didn't love him anymore. It was nothing he had done, he had stayed the same for twenty-seven years. It was me. I had changed, and I needed change.""So just like that?" I asked. "You didn't love him anymore?""It sounds terrible I know, but it's the truth. The divorce was easy enough, after a lengthy discussion and many nights spent crying and trying to make it work. It wasn't fair on him, and he saw that in the end. The boys resent the divorce and they hated me for a while afterwards. My eldest son I fear still does hate me, but he's slowly getting used to the idea of his mother being a single woman and going to college."I sat back in my seat and smiled at her. "Thank you for telling me," I finally said.*"It's been on my mind for a while. I've needed to tell someone. Thank you for listening......?" she searched my face, looking for a name. I realized we had never properly introduced ourselves.*"I'm Max," I said, extending a hand.*"Cath," she replied, shaking my hand firmly in her soft grip. "Nice to meet you."We became like counsellors for each other. Before class was due to start Cath would come and sit down next to me and we would take turns talking about our lives. We never judged each other or forced opinions on each other, it was just an open-ended conversation, a chance for us to get personal stuff off our chests. Each day the slate was wiped clean and we started new topics. There was an unspoken agreement between us that everything we talked about would remain between us and no one else would be brought into this. It was Escort Anadolu Yakası also an agreement that we never talked about these things outside of our regular before class sessions. If we saw each other outside of psych 101 then we greeted each other, but we never spoke about our lives.*After a month or so of our pre class-time rants, I decided that I would break the unspoken rule and ask Cath out for coffee. I was really starting to like this woman, I found her fascinating as well as incredibly sexy and attractive. So the next day, when she came and sat down next to me I decided to take the plunge and ask her out. But my mind was such a mess. I was going into overdrive thinking about the right words to use. Then I started to doubt myself and all I could think about was rejection. Just when I got the nerve to ask, the Professor came into the classroom and started speaking. Damn, I thought. I then came to the conclusion that maybe it was a good thing. If I waited until the end of the class to ask her, if she rejected me I could go my way and not have to face her while the lesson progressed.*I was a bag of nerves throughout the lesson, my palms were sweaty and I couldn't seem to write anything that made sense. I just wanted the class to be over so I could ask this woman out, be rejected and then run away and hide while I tried to repair my self-esteem and dignity.*"Cath wait," I said to her as she packed up her things, getting ready to leave.*"Yes, Max?"I took a deep breath and then took the plunge. "Would you like to have coffee with me?"She looked unsure at first and then smiled at me. "Did you mean right now? Or another time?""Whatever times suits you. I just wanted to ask.""I'm free tomorrow afternoon, between classes," she told me.*"Great," I smiled. "Would you like to have coffee here on campus, or go into town?""Well, campus coffee is cheap but you sacrifice quality, although each cup does come with a snarky, sarcastic comment from the students who work there," she laughed.*"So town it is?""Town it is," she said. We agreed to meet up at a great little coffee place that was close enough to the campus so it wouldn't be a rush from town when we had to return to reality. I was very much looking forward to my coffee date with Cath, and that night in bed, all I could think about was having her over the table, screaming my name in pleasure. These thoughts all led to a very intense masturbation session, but I decided that it was better I get all of this out of my system before having a coffee date with Cath. The last thing I wanted was to be sitting there with her, looking like a mess and trying to hide an erection.*Even though I knew this wasn't a proper date with Cath, I was still nervous and jittery. For whatever reasons, I felt as if a lot rested on this coffee date. If I wanted Cath to see me as someone other than a kid who she had struck up a friendship with in class, then I would have to pull out all the stops and be the epitome of maturity. I didn't want her to see me as someone akin to her sons. I didn't want to be someone who she thought of as similar to them. I had developed feelings for this woman, I really liked her, and I wanted to see where this could go. If I crashed and burned in the process then so be it, but I was willing to try. I was willing to take the leap.*I thought on this more as I took a seat in the coffee shop and waited for Cath. I was a few minutes early so this gave me some time to mentally prepare my speech and figure out how I was going to 'sell' myself to Cath and put forward my best qualities so she saw that I was so much more than the young kid who she sat next to during her psych class. It was all well and good for me to have that plan, but when she arrived and sat down next to me, talking about class and the latest essay we had been tasked with writing, my plan to put myself in the best light went straight out the window.*After a lengthy discussion about college life and our classes, Cath broke the short silence by asking me questions about my personal life. "So what's your deal?" she asked.*"My deal? What do you mean?""Well you don't talk about girls or chicks you like, so what's your deal? Are you gay?" she asked, coming straight out with it.*My heart sank and I was certain I was red-faced. She thinks I'm gay, I thought miserably. I took a drink of my coffee to try and calm myself and get over the embarrassment of not only being asked such a question*but having her think that of me. "I'm not gay," I finally answered.*"But you have had girlfriends? There are girls you like?" she continued.*"I had a few short term arrangements with girls in high school," I said.*"But......?""But it was just a short-term thing," I said, repeating myself.*Cath was silent for a moment, taking a sip of coffee.