Steve Goes To school

Story codes: M/F, romance, nosex (but almost)

** They Meet

It was the first day of freshman orientation. Steve did not know
Mindy at all when they first met, standing in line to get their
ID validated at the University bursar's office. Mindy knew Steve,
at least knew of him because she had seen him at the wrestling
assembly her senior year of high school. He was from the visiting
team, Fulton High School, and in the lightest weight class. When
his turn came to wrestle, he had efficiently dispatched his
opponent, pinning him in less than a minute.

Someone from her circle of high school friends knew one of the
girls that kept the statistics for Fulton so a bunch of the girls
got together and talked about the wrestlers after the assembly.
Mindy didn't know any of the wrestlers, even from her own school,
and wasn't interested in wrestling but she hung around while they
talked. Now, standing in line directly ahead of him, she
recognized Steve and remembered what the other girls had said
about him, that he was a good wrestler (been to State), was liked
by the girls, and was admired by the teachers.

The line was slow because the main computer was down so Mindy
filled the time talking to a friend of hers who was waiting in
line a few places behind Steve. Every once in a while Steve and
Mindy's eyes would meet, she would smile, he would nod and then
they would move ahead. When they both got to the front of the
line, they found themselves standing beside each other while the
two office workers took care of them simultaneously. When Steve
overheard that Mindy had attended Harmon High School, he said to
her, "Hey. I wrestled there once, during a school assembly."

She said, "Oh yeah? Did you do good?" He said that he couldn't
remember but Harmon was a nice school. Mindy took an instant
liking to him. At least he is somewhat modest, she thought, not
like the other jocks. Mindy finished first but she hung around
and talked to her friend, not knowing if Steve was interested in
her or just making conversation. When he finished he asked her to
go get a milk shake and she accepted.

They got together quite a bit after that. Over time they found
they liked many of the same things, books and movies in
particular and sometimes music. They both liked Ravel's Bolero
(stately without being ostentatious) and they both disliked
Tchaikovsky (too hard, too Russian). Imagine that! A wrestler
that could talk intelligently about classical music. In fact, she
found they could talk about anything and everything without
arguing.

Even though she was shy, new friendships in college were easy for
Mindy. It was a small University and everybody seemed to know
everybody else, which was why she had come here in the first
place. Mindy found it easy to join the little sessions that the
girls often held in the common rooms of the dorm. One night, as
the girls were sharing cider and popcorn, they began to talk
about their past boyfriend experiences. Mindy didn't bring up her
past. It was pretty unpleasant when she looked back on it.

Mindy's first intercourse was with a boy she liked a lot but
really hadn't planned to have sex with. It just happened and
fortunately he had a condom with him as she was totally
unprepared. After that, he pushed her into it a few more times
but it soon became apparent that sex was all he cared about.

Mindy's next boyfriend was even worse, insisting that she suck
him for long periods of time even though he was already plenty
hard enough. Sometimes they would barely get the condom on and
get his cock inside her before he came. She broke it off after a
few months. It wasn't as though she was a prude. She just didn't
think sex with either of them was as satisfying as it could be
when she had to bring her self to completion afterwards.
 
Mindy might have been hesitant to talk about her past boyfriends,
but Cindy wasn't. Cindy was a senior and she liked having the
other girls' attention. She was eager to tell the other girls,
especially the freshmen, how to handle college boys. She assured
everyone that they should be 'hard to get,' not let the guys fuck
them easily. Cindy guaranteed that they would enjoy it more, and
so would the guys, if the guys were made to appreciate sex by
struggling a little. This seemed to make sense to Mindy in light
of her past experiences, although frankly she wasn't sure how it
would work on Steve. Never the less, she decided to try some of
Cindy's recommendations. Cindy seemed so knowledgeable and
sincere.

Steve and Mindy's friendship grew even more over time. On top of
everything else that was good about him, he also turned out to be
a lot fun to be with. They would often sit together with other
friends during dinner in the cafeteria. He would fold the napkins
into all sorts of origami animals and flowers. He even did a few
magic tricks for her. Privately they started to talk about how
nice it would be to spend the night together but they never had a
way to make it work.

That's because Steve's roommate, Neil, never went anywhere for
the weekend and it was impossible for any girl to smuggle a guy
into the girls' dorm. All of the girls' dorm rooms were on the
second floor and the only way in was past a desk that was
'manned' twenty four hours a day. All the other doors were
alarmed exits. In addition, the girls were possessive of their
territory and didn't like having guys in the halls after visiting
hours. The few girls that had tried were caught and both they and
their boy friends had been expelled.

When Neil announced that he would be going home for a wedding,
Steve and Mindy looked at each other across the table. Mindy
mentally calculated where she would be in her menstrual cycle and
decided it would be a perfect time. Perfect except for the fact
that Steve had a wrestling meet on that Saturday.

** The Opportunity

When the big day came, Steve took her to dinner at Smokin' Joes
BBQ. They shared a plate of ribs, done in the southern 'dry'
style. During dinner he made a hat out of one of the placemats.
He looked silly wearing it until he took it off and pulled a
dinner taper out of it, complete with a holder. They had a candle
lit dinner despite the noise and confusion of the busy
restaurant. When they finished eating, Steve gave her the hat and
the candle. Even after burning for a while, there was no way the
candle would fit back inside the hat without breaking it. How did
he do that? she thought.

When they got back to his dorm, he took her up to his room. It
was easy since it was still visiting hours. All they would have
to do is keep a low profile until morning. Unlike the girls, the
boys had procedures for dealing with girls after hours in the
dorm.

They really hadn't made any plans about what they might do with
their time together. There was no talk of sex, Mindy just assumed
that they would. When Steve started to get undressed Mindy did
too. She saved her bra for last, waiting until he looked her way
before exposing her breasts  They were larger than average and
nearly perfect, the areola were large and dark colored, the
nipples hard and well defined.

Steve asked if she thought the bed was big enough for both of
them. She said with a smile, "We'll just have to snuggle close."
And so they did, his hands gently stroking her body, his mouth
smothering hers in warm kisses. If she thought her breasts were
pretty by themselves, they felt magnificent in his hands. When
his fingers reached the V between her legs, she parted them. He
reached inside her labia and just barely touched her tiny clit.
Everything he did was gentle and completely in tune with her
feelings.

She felt so close to him that she felt like he had a special
smell to him. It was warm and masculine. It was comfortable and
sweet and fit her nose exactly. She remembered reading that
prehistoric women could find their mate in a dark cave, just by
smell.

This was a completely different experience for her. Her other
boyfriends had been rough and impatient to get to the 'good
stuff.' Steve was very gentle, took his time, and seemed to know
exactly what to do. He didn't pull on her nipples and clit.
Instead, he gently stroked, using his palms and finger tips. He
was slowly bringing her up to a giant orgasm, even better than
she could have done herself.

How did he know how to do that? She was riding the crest of a
beautiful huge wave, about to plunge down the other side. She was
about two seconds from the biggest orgasm ever. Steve moved on
top of her and prepared to enter her. She chose this moment to
implement a piece of sage advice that Cindy had given her about
college men. She took her hand from his back and placed it over
her mound and sort of shook her head side to side, indicating
"No."

This was designed to make him beg her. Cindy had said he would
appreciate her more if he had to work a little for it. 

Instead, he rolled off of her, and kissed her nose. Mindy was
dumbfounded. This wasn't the way it was supposed to be! He was
supposed to try and convince her it was all right. She knew she
had to act fast but she couldn't think of anything to say. All
she could manage was the start of a few sentences, "I..," "If you
..," "I meant ..," "We .." 

Steve was confused as well. What did I do wrong? he wondered. She
didn't object when he put the towel under her hips and she made
no effort to slow him down earlier.

He said, "It's okay. No means no," exactly what they had told
everybody at freshman orientation. It was then that she realized
she had missed the moment. His intent had been to bring her close
to climax, then finish her off with him inside of her. She
realized she had cut him off just when she needed him the most.
Now all she could do was emit unintelligible syllables, "Uh ..,"
"Buu ..," "Hmm.."

They were now lying side by side, facing each other. He took her
hands, held them between his and kissed her finger tips. He said,
"It's all right. I need the sleep any way," and he closed his
eyes. He had clearly moved on, doing what he always did in order
to accomplish something, that is, focus on the next task to be
done. He needed to do his best in the wrestling meet tomorrow.
Thoughts of what the night might have been flashed through her
head. They would have spent half the night in each others arms
while she rode a roller coaster of orgasms. It was like falling
into a deep crevasse.

She was trapped. What could she do now? Beg him to fuck her? She
was so wet and warm down there, so ready. His eyes were closed
and he was already drifting off. Mindy could only stare and choke
back the crying.

She spent the night awake and silently crying. When Steve woke up
in the morning, Mindy managed to smile but couldn't think of
anything to say. They dressed in silence and Steve walked her to
the door as he left to go weigh in.

Mindy went out the front door of the boys' dorm, down the street
a block and a half to the library. She went in the front door of
the library, into the twenty four hour lobby. The engineering
students were already waiting on the stairs leading to the
technical reference rooms but they paid no attention to her. She
ducked into the ladies room to check out how she looked. No
matter what she did to her hair or face, she looked awful, like
she had been up all night, like she had been raped.

Mindy cautiously slipped out the back door of the library, and
down the street to her dorm. She was very shook up from last
night's blunder so she was having trouble making it up the steps.
She fumbled with the key to the outside door but finally made it
to her room. Her room mate heard her fiddling with the lock so
she opened the door for her. Mindy stumbled into the room and
fell to her knees.

Betty immediately assumed Mindy had been raped. so she started to
call the campus police. Mindy jumped up, grabbed the phone from
her hand and slammed it down. Betty said, "Mindy! What's the
matter? Did he rape you?"

"No! He would never do that!"

"Then what happened?"

Between sobs, "Nothing happened."

"Nothing happened? You mean he rejected you?"

"No! I rejected him!"

Now that she had someone to talk to, the crying let up a little,
but she still almost screamed some of her words, "I felt so
helpless!" and "I didn't know what to do!"
She sat on the bed and the whole story came out, the sleepless
night, how she had been so close, the bitter disappointment of
what she had done.

Betty said, "Look, his roommate is still out of town, right? That
means you have tonight. Maybe we can still fix this." But Mindy
didn't want to face him.

Betty convinced her to go to the meet. "What if he doesn't do
well? You have to be there for him."

** The Wrestling Meet

The freshmen and junior varsity wrestled first, but because of
the draw Steve's weight class was near the middle. Mindy and
Betty sat together, about half way up the bleachers. During the
third match, Mindy gasped and grabbed Betty's arm. She whispered
to Betty, "It's him!"

Betty said, "It's who? Where?"

Mindy pointed to the student's entrance and said, "There." Betty
looked to where Mindy pointed and saw a boy that looked familiar
but that she didn't know. "It's him. It's Neil. Steve's
roommate." Any hopes of a reprise tonight were dashed.

When it was finally time for Steve to wrestle, there was a lot of
applause from the other students when Steve entered the mat.
Maybe it was just in her mind, but Mindy thought  there was more
applause than for the other wrestlers. The match was fairly even
at first, but Steve eventually won, gaining more points than his
opponent.

As Steve began to pull ahead in points, one of the girls sitting
a few rows back said, "Boy, you don't want to get on the wrong
side of him!"

Someone else said, "I don't know about that. Being underneath him
like that wouldn't be the wrong side if it were me."

Someone in a fake electronic voice, "Resistance is futile."

"Who says I would resist?"

Mindy knew that someone must have spotted her because the
conversation abruptly stopped. She could feel their eyes on her
and when the talking started again it was about the art contest
and display in the student union.

When the varsity had finished wrestling, Mindy started down the
bleachers to the floor. She didn't look back to the girls that
had been seated behind her, but headed straight for the mat.

A cub reporter for the University newspaper was interviewing some
of the wrestlers, including Steve. As Mindy approached the mat,
Steve was saying something about opportunity, how you have to
take maximum advantage when it is presented. Mindy knew that
Steve did not know she was nearby, as she was standing behind
him, so the words cut even deeper. More questions and then Steve
was explaining how, in wrestling you have to make your moves from
gut instinct, you have to play from your heart, not to yours or
someone else's plan.

When the reporter left, she could see Steve scanning the crowd.
She hoped he was looking for her, so she stepped forward around
the crowd that had gathered. When he saw her, he held out his
hand, she took it, and he drew her to his side, although she felt
it was more out of courtesy than affection. There was his smell
again, comfortable and sweet.

It was only for a moment though because the team captain came by
and announced a team meeting in the wrestling room. She squeezed
his hand before he left and told him she would wait.

As a freshman, he would have to come back and help roll up the
mat and push it back to the storage room. Then he would have to
take a shower, eat with the team, and then study with some other
students for English Lit. There wouldn't be any time tonight for
deep conversation.

Mindy noticed Louise was lingering as well, hopefully waiting for
the 130 pound wrestler. But when Steve came out, he stopped to
talk to Louise first. Mindy felt a tightening in her throat,
Louise was one of the girls sitting behind Mindy tonight.

For the first time in months, Steve did not call Mindy in the
evening and no one knew where Louise was.

** Day of Reckoning

On Sunday morning, Steve lay in bed, trying to sort through what
had happened. He was trying to make sense of the situation. Why
would Mindy have said things like that? Steve had even called his
sister and asked for her advice. Around noon, Neil convinced him
to get up and have lunch with the usual bunch of friends.

After lunch, Steve and Mindy went outside and sat on the bench
right outside the cafeteria. There was a cold wind blowing, which
matched the feeling inside her. She was sinking further into the
crevasse.

Mindy often appreciated the way Steve always focused his
attention on her when she spoke. It made her feel like she was
the only other person in the world. However, sometimes it was a
little disconcerting, like now. Never the less, she was
determined to relate the whole story. It just spilled out of her.
He listened intently and when she was finished, he said, "I know.
Louise told me all about it. You were crying so hard you could
hardly get in the door. Apparently, you weren't exactly quiet
about it when you got to your room either. Seems like you have a
lot of friends and now some of them are ready to kill me."

She looked at him in amazement. "What? .. Why?"

"Because, they are convinced I raped you."

"But that's impossible! You didn't even push me at all! That was
the problem!"

"Yes, but they heard you saying something about being 'helpless'
and 'not knowing what to do.'" This was bad and getting worse.
She was losing her footing in the crevasse. He continued, "I
didn't know why YOU didn't tell me. I figure it was because you
didn't trust me. I don't know how to get you to trust me. I
didn't rape you, you know. I did what you wanted. That should
prove you can trust me."

"NO! That's not what I wanted," and she almost started to cry.
But she didn't. For once she was able to keep control. They were
both quiet for a moment, the wind increasing in intensity and the
air dropping in temperature. Finally, Mindy said, "I'm sorry. I
don't know what else to say. I am so sorry this happened. I will
do anything to fix it."

Steve said, "I don't know what to do either. Except right now I
have to go see the Dean of Men. It seems that word has gotten
around that I had a female overnight in my room."

Mindy said, "I should go along."

Steve said, "I think you have enough to worry about," but after
the pleading look in her eyes, "but I would never turn down a
chance to spend some time with you."

As they walked to the administration building, Mindy asked, "Why
Louise? How did she know to talk to you?"

"Louise is a friend from way back. After the wrestling meet we
arranged to get together so she could tell me what she knew of
the situation. She was the one who quieted those other girls, the
ones sitting behind you. They were trying to give you a hard time
about getting raped and she shut them up."

The administration building was deserted, except for the light
coming from Dean Templeton's office. Mindy sat down outside the
office to wait while Steve went in.

Clarence Templeton had been Dean of Men for ten years. During
that time he had established a pretty reliable information
network. He knew just about everything that happened on campus.
He had seen several similar situations over the years, but he
hoped that this one would turn out differently.

Dean Templeton had a reputation for being direct, so he got right
to the point. His questions were not accusations and he didn't
appear to be angry, but asked Steve straight forward, "Did you
rape a woman in your room on Friday night?"

"No sir."

"Did you have a female in you room overnight?"

Steve looks straight at him and answers, "Yes sir."

"Who was it?"

"Mindy Wallace."

"How well do you know this Mindy Wallace?"

"Pretty well. We have been seeing each other since our first day
here."

"But you didn't rape her?"

"No sir, we didn't have intercourse. .. You can ask her, she's
out in the hall right now."

The Dean went to the outer office and opened the door to the
hall, but the hallway was empty. Steve was surprised when
informed of this, but just then the phone rang. It turns out,
while Steve and Dean Templeton were talking, the Dean of Women
came by and asked Mindy to come to her office to answer a few
questions. Steve could only hear one side of the conversation on
the phone as Dean Templeton said, "Hello, .. yes, .. yes .. okay,
we'll be finished here in a few minutes. Why don't the two of you
come in here when you are finished?" Then he turns to Steve and
says, "She's with the Dean of Women. Now why don't you tell me
what happened?"

Kathryn Woormer has only been the Dean of Women for two years.
When she came to the University, she made it a personal goal to
establish an environment where her women could feel safe. Despite
that, she was initially disappointed to hear that this couple was
having problems. She had seen them around often and it was
apparent they had quite a bit of affection for each other. But
now that she had thought it over, she was angry. It took a while
to convince her that Mindy was sincere in her story about what
happened.

Dean Woormer is younger and no less capable, but Dean Templeton
has been around the University for much longer and was considered
the senior student advisor. So, when all four are finally
situated in the Dean of Men's office, Dean Templeton takes the
lead. "It seems to me, you are two consenting adults, and as
such, I can't tell you how to spend your time together. Just not
after hours in the dorm. As far as the rape accusation, I don't
have any good suggestions. Dean Woormer and I can handle it as
far as the administration goes." He looks at the Dean of Women
and she nods. "But we will still have to resolve it with the
other students. You have convinced us," again looking for and
receiving a nod from the other Dean, "by being truthful and
sincere and I think that's the best way to treat it. Anything
either of you try to do to defend yourselves will just make
things worse. Now I am the last person to condone public display
of affection, but my suggestion is that you just go about your
business. Let the others see how you really feel about each
other. Pretty soon they won't have anything to talk about. If it
doesn't clear up, come back and see us."

As Steve and Mindy leave the Admin Building, Steve says to Mindy,
"Can I walk you to your dorm?" She takes his arm and then,
thinking back to the way they started, she says, "How about a
milk shake?"