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Having lost my virginity to an older woman a few years earlier, I had been on a quest for my next sexual experience. It seemed that every girl that I would meet instantly became the object of my sexual desires. I guess that is what an undersexed teenager’s mind will do. Admittedly, there were moments of heavy petting over clothes with other girls and an occasional hand inside of a bra, but the ultimate score continued to elude me. There so many doubles and triples a guy can hit before growing frustrated at not reaching home. The late 1970’s found me in college, pretty far from home, my family and friends. This was a totally alien experience to me. I was completely out of my comfort zone. I stayed at the school dormitory for athletes. I was a member of the university’s varsity soccer team. In truth, I was not a very good soccer player but I somehow managed to walk-on and as a result, had my tuition, books and dorm room paid for by the school. Looking back, it was probably one of the most one-sided deals in the history of higher education. I received a college free ride and in turn the school got a slow player with subpar technique; my mind being much more efficient in imagining the skills I neither inherited nor learned. My only tangible success on the pitch was scoring one goal during practice in my sophomore year and appearing in only one game in my three years there. I was more a student than an athlete, more adept with my brain than with the feet the university sought to exploit. Besides the free education, being a student-athlete had other benefits. All varsity athletes would wear the school’s official yellow and green warm-up suit and their respective jersey around campus. The warm up suit was a great conversation starter as it was not uncommon to be stopped by other students on campus and asked what school team I played for. And although my participation was limited at best, I could proudly announce “soccer” every time. One evening, while eating at the Acıbadem Escort school cafeteria, a cute student came and sat at my table. I was sitting alone for some reason that day and I had the whole six seat table to myself. The young lady simply pulled out the corner chair diagonally opposite to me and sat. I looked up at her and said hi. She responded in kind and then told me her name. Maria was a petite, standing a shade over five feet tall. She was fair skinned with rosy colored, high mounted cheeks and a large frizzy hairdo that spanned from shoulder to shoulder. This made her head look a bit too large for the rest of her body. Her smile was attractive. Her large brown eyes were her most distinctive feature. The extra dark mascara just added a superfluous exclamation point. Her yellow tank top revealed a set of breasts that appeared disproportionally large for her petite frame. Her tear drop ass stretched her jeans to the limit. Up close, she appeared older than the average girl on campus. I remembered her being a whole lot younger the few times I had seen her from afar in the past. At the time, she was in her mid to late twenties. She had a mature yet girlish aura; sort of like that “older woman” type but not that old. “So you play soccer?” she asked as she raised a forkful of salad to her mouth. “How do you know?” I responded with a question of my own. “I see you all the time on the field after class practicing .” She knew the number I wore which was more that I could say for half my teammates. I felt like a sports celebrity. She brought me down to earth though, when she asked if I would ever see any playing time in a “real game” that year. Apparently, she was a real soccer fan and knew me for what I was; an insufferable bench warmer. But at least I wore the warm-up suit. We chatted and ate our meal. Like me, Maria lived on campus and was far from home. After she finished eating, she excused herself and walked away Acıbadem Escort Bayan from the table. Her butt shook from side to side in her tight jeans as she walked to the garbage can to dump her tray. I followed her butt all the way until she exited the cafeteria. Maria and I ate dinner together occasionally for the next month or so. We would always visit the same themes in our conversations; school, soccer, the news. One day, I worked up the courage and asked if she had a boyfriend. This was the first time we had ever spoken about anything personal. She replied that she had a boyfriend back home but because of the separation and the distance, their relationship had lately become strained. She recounted that he rarely wrote letters anymore to her (This was a pre-internet era), and that their phone conversations were becoming shorter and shorter. She seemed sad as she told me this. I counselled her to keep her head up and not to worry, that these things happen all the time in long distance relationships. I obviously had no freaking clue what a long distance relationship felt like (or any other type for that matter) but still I felt compelled to pretend to be the knowledgeable, caring friend that she needed at that very moment. Like it had become customary over the last few weeks we finished our meals and exited the student cafeteria together. Before parting ways she approached me, and on tip-toes she kissed me on the cheek, tapped me on the arm and thanked me for being such a good listener. I responded, “Any time Maria… I am here for you.” She walked off towards her dorm and I towards mine. A few hours later, I was studying for a chemistry exam I had the next morning when there was a knock on my dorm room door. I opened the door to find the dorm administrator standing there. “There’s a woman downstairs asking for you,” the man reported. Having my priorities firmly in order, I turned, closed my door and glided Escort Acıbadem down the stairs. Chemistry will just have to wait. Outside, on the dormitory steps sat Maria. “Hey there, what a surprise,” I exclaimed. “I hope I am not disturbing you.” “Of course not,” I lied. She responded, “I’m bored and was wondering if you want to walk around with me?” I said yes and we both walked off the dormitory steps. We headed in the direction of the student center. A few yards before the student center entrance was paved walkway that led to the humanities building. She suggested we walk in that direction. As we lazily strolled along the tree lined walkway, she again brought up the subject of her failing relationship. She repeated her feelings of loneliness and boredom, her voice sounding more desperate with every little detail she recounted. This time instead, I took a more self-serving approach with my advice. I opened my eyes wide and with look on my face as if I had received a divine message, I blurted, “What you need is a companion here on campus to take your mind off of your boyfriend.” I knew full well what I was doing, convincing myself that this lame strategy actually had a shot at working. She responded that it sounded like a nice idea but she knew no one that she felt comfortable enough with to start a relationship with on campus. Like a magician when pulling a rabbit out of his hat, I roared an emphatic “Ta-Dah” as I pointed at my chest. “I will make the ultimate sacrifice for your happiness,” I comically added. She looked at me as if I were some sort of crazy person and giggled but she did not respond to me semi-serious suggestion and we continued our walk. We made it to the front of the humanities building a few minutes later where we sat on a bench. She stared into the darkening early evening sky and asked, “Are you being serious about what you said?” I said yes and with a little hesitation, leaned over and kissed her on the lips. I pulled back, looked at her and then returned. Our lips met and then our mouths opened. My tongue darted from side to side in her mouth and she reciprocated strongly. With every passing moment, she moved closer to me on the bench until we both engaged in a full sitting embrace; our twisted upper torsos facing each other.