I sat there outside their dorm window, in awe of what I heard...girls want it as much as us?!

I came to college as a shy, naive high school loser. The chicks scared me because I didn’t want them to know just how much I wanted to hook up with all of them. Well, that lack of confidence meant no lovin for me. Thankfully, three weeks into my college education my chemistry lab partner taught me my most valuable lesson: chicks want it just as bad as I do.

Erin and I were matched up randomly as lab partners at our first session. It was a 7-9 night class and I don’t even remember what she looked like or what she was wearing that first night. I’m guessing some nondescript college stuff like a baggie sweatshirt, no makeup, and hair all messy; kind of what I looked me. Well at session two, she had a different look; I noticed and remember vividly: a tight top, tight pants, beautifully made-up face, and batting eyes. No doubt this girl liked me; I just didn’t want to blow it. We chatted and flirted all the way through the lab and out the door. Turned out she lived in the dorm right next to mine, so we walked across campus together. This lab was on Thursday night and we set up a date for Friday. I’d already learned from upperclassmen no freshman girl refuses an offer of a meal outside the dining hall. So, I left her at her first floor room with high hopes and a hug: no confidence; not yet, at least.

I went skipping out the back door of her dorm and was only ten feet on my way when I looked back at the window to her room. I froze. Through the window, I saw Erin and her roommate jumping up and down and yelling. Our dorms have no AC, so the window was wide open. There are some thick bushes along the side of the buildings, but they don’t rise more then a foot above the window sills so I had a clear view inside. (Yeah, my dorm faces straight across and many guys had binoculars by their windows but chicks learn fast to shut the blinds when needed). I was too far away to make out what they were saying, but I just stood there and stared for a while. The idea hit me; I looked around quickly and the coast was clear in the walkway between our dorms so dashed into the bushes, and crept to the foot of their window. There, for the next hour, I crouched listening. Even after the blinds were shut, I could hear fine. I remember parts of the conversation perfectly (you’ll see why).

Lisa (roommate): “Why not?”
Erin: “I just met him last week!”
R: “You’re a college chick now; there’s nothing wrong with fu**ing. I know you want to, it was written on your face when you came back.”
E: “Of course I want to, but he’ll think I’m a slut.”
R: “Trust me; he won’t give a shit. I want you to do it so you’ll stop whining.”
(short pause)
R: “He’s perfect. He didn’t try to hold your hand, hug you, kiss you, nothing. He’s shy and just as much of a loser as you. He’ll be so grateful for anything he gets.”
E: “He hugged me.”
R: “You said you hugged him?”
E: “He hugged back!”
R: “Who did the hugging first?”
(short pause)
R: (repeatedly soft singing) “Er’s gonna get laid.”
E: “I’m scared it’s going to hurt too much and I won’t go all the way. He’ll think I’m a dope.”
R: “You are. I bet he is too. I’ll bet you he’s a virgin too.”
E: “You don’t know that. I still don’t believe it didn’t hurt; I can’t get a tampon in there.”
(longer pause)
E: “Hell no! No. No way. You use that?”
R: “Every time you take a shower. Or have a night lab.”
(Erin giggles)
R: “Use all you want; I recommend plenty. I’m taking a shower; need to clean up anyway.”
E: “Is it safe?”
R: “Of course; that’s small!”
E: “I mean…”
R: “Yeah, I cleaned it. Enjoy.”
I heard the door close and after a short pause, the familiar squeaking of someone climbing into their loft. For twenty minutes, the loft continued to squeak; just like mine when I jerked off. I couldn’t hear anything else; no sound from the person in the loft. It stopped, the squeaking of someone leaving a loft, and then the door again. There I sat for some time, eyes wide and jaw in the leaves below; just processing what I’d heard. Then the voices returned.
R: “…even less with him!”
E: “Why didn’t I come easier?”
R: “You’re just nervous; you’ll need practice. It took me a while to really figure it out.”
E: “I think I used too much.”
R: “You’ll need it tomorrow. Once you learn it doesn’t hurt and relax, you won’t need any.”
E: “I’m not nervous at all now! I’m excited!”
R: “You will be.”
The two girls proceeded through the entire date for the following night. Where we’d go to dinner, what path we’d take on the way home, what bench to sit at on the way, how she was to kiss me on that bench, that Lisa would be in the lobby when we got back, and so on. I never felt more relaxed and confident on a date. Why wouldn’t I be? As long as she didn’t have a heart attack, we were going to screw. I just played dumb and went with the plan. Our virgin sex was awkward and a little painful for her, but we both came in the end. Erin and I dated for two months and the sex got a lot better. But the great thing she gave me was the confidence going into every date after that to assume the girl wanted to screw me just as much as I wanted to screw her. Wasn’t always true, but better then being scared! It turned out to be true more often than I’d thought possible.