I wasn't that into the guy, but I did want to have sex, if only I could find condoms

I got here only a month ago. I knew I'd have quite a few more pretty and strange times at UNCC. What I never knew was that those wild and crazy times would start so soon.

I'm a transfer from a small community college east of Charlotte. It’s my sophomore year, and I'm trying to make friends as best as possible while still keeping up with whatever goes on in class. Last Saturday night, I was up late in the computer of my dorm just screwing around on the net when this hottie I had seen around campus, sat down beside me, and started to chat me up. I can be pretty shy and quiet at first, but he didn't seem to mind so we kept talking.

The talk turned to sex, and I knew instantly that he was hitting on me. However, I went with it. I figured, what the hell. I turned to get up and told him that I was going upstairs to my room to get my cigarettes and then I would go outside and smoke one if he wanted to join me. He said cool, and so I left to go get them.

About ten minutes later, I was outside smoking my cigarette and talking to some people who had come back to the dorm after a night of partying. There were three of them. One was a pretty cool girl who was quite drunk. The other two were guys. One lives in my building on the floor below me. The other was a Sudanese guy named Samir.

We started talking, and I was enjoying myself when Peter, the guy from the comp lab, came outside as well. We must have sat there for two hours just talking. Eventually, Peter went to bed, but I stayed outside to talk—despite the cold. These were some cool people.

At about 4, we all decided to drink the rest of Samir’s beer. I said that I would walk with him to his car to get it. The other two said that they had something in the guy's room that they wanted to get. So we disbanded to meet in the lobby.

However, when Samir and I got back, we couldn't find the others anywhere. We said, f**k it, and decided to go to my room to drink. When we got there, he pulled out a Busch Lite for each of us. I'm not a beer drinker at all, but I figured it was better than nothing. I pulled out a deck of cards and started to teach him how to play poker.

He began to tell me how beautiful my hair was and that I should not think about ever cutting it and blah, blah obviously designed to get me to drop my pants. But, I decided to go with it. I got up and switched positions so that I was leaning back against him. He keeps playing with me hair. Then, next thing I know, he takes my beer out of my hand, which I had probably only had five sips from if that, and started kissing me.

Not that I've kissed many guys, but this dude was horrible. I kept turning my face to get my mouth away from his. Then, I feel his hands rubbing my breast and he starts moving to my crotch and I can feel his hands trying to undo my jeans. He asked me if I wanted to have sex. I decided there was no reason not to, so I said okay.

He got up and took off the rest of his clothes, and I took off all mine as well. Then, I had to find a condom. I froze. Couldn't think of what to do. I was truly horny. Not from the kissing and petting, but just from sheer frustration.

Just then, I had a stroke of inspiration - forgive the pun. I remembered my roommate saying she had some condoms. I didn't know where they were, but I figured there weren't that many places she could keep them.

I finally found them in her desk drawer. He told me he wanted me to put it on him, so I did. We did our thing, and he actually wasn't that bad but there were no fireworks and I didn't orgasm.

We laid there for a little while until he finally decided to head home. I was glad. I only really wanted the sex. The funny was the next morning, Miriam, a friend a few doors down knocked on my door to talk to me. I let her in wearing my robe. She looked at me and asked what time I had gotten up. I told her just then. It was 3 in the afternoon!

She asked what I had done the night before to stay up so late. I told her. She asked me his name. There came the wall. He had only told me his name once. And I had forgotten it by the morning! I didn't know where he lived or what his name was!

A few nights later, Peter tried to have sex with me, but couldn't get it up. It’s hard to give a blow job to a guy who just can't get hard. He tried to spend the night in my room but I told him to just go home.

My friends are thinking I need one of two things: a chastity belt, or a roommate. And now, every time one of them sees an Arab looking guy, they wonder if he’s the guy. And when they see Peter, they just laugh.