On campus

jmt7968

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Ok, I like the roleplays of being in college because the variety it allows, i also feel that it allows interaction with students, faculty so on and so forth. So with that being said, I would love to see this develop into a great thread, or series of threads, I am going t o be calling it "On Campus" it would also be helpful if all threads started relating to this thread were started with "On Campus" somewhere in the title as well, so we can follow the sexual escapades of all the characters.

So with all that said, I hope this turns out to be a good one, and I am certainly looking forward to seeing many characters and lots of good sex;) (Thats the point right??)

OOC: I will take the role of Michael Taylor, an up and coming big man on campus, A freshman and a walk on to the football team. Mike stands about 6'3 and weighs about 230 lbs, and is still waiting to take a college girl out. Up until now all the high school girls are so petty, and Mike thinks that college girls are different. So again my character in a nutshell is Mike Taylor, a naive up and coming big man on campus.

IC: As I walked through the courtyard in August, school hadn't actually opened yet, so the place was a graveyard, I was only here for football anyway. I thought about in about a week this place would be really going with college girls, and the best time of the year too, all the summer dresses and skimpy clothing, I started to get a hard on just thinking of it. I had been in this town now for about a month and when I wasn't doing the football thing, I was checking out the sites, not much going on here, sort of a rural type area so I would just have to rely on people at school to find the good parties.... I headed back to my dorm to take a shower and grab some food, as we were done with football for the day...
 
On Campus at the Gym

OOC: Rick was a high school jock before starting here at the university. He played both soccer and baseball. His 5'10" 175lb body was sized right for both sports. Soccer made his legs strong and baseball built his upper body. Now being a freshmen in college, his parents convinced him to hold off on sports at least for a semester until he got a customed to college life. Truth be told, it did not bother Rick, he figured it would give him more time for his sex life. He was eagerly awaiting meeting new coeds and expanding his sexual horizons.

Just having finished a good workout, Rick showered and was at his locker getting dressed, planning the rest of the day. Since classes had not strated, and not all students had arrived, he figured it might be a slow evening. Never the less, as he pulled up his underwear and reached for the rest of his clothes, he decided it would be dinner in the dorm cafeteria, then hit the bars, one by one, until he found a lively girl to at least sit and talk with.
 
IC: As I finished my shower, I started thinking to myself, well if nothing else Megan is supposed to be going here this year, I should have a chance with her. I was pretty optimistic though that the next few days would be the last slow times on campus for a while, as with the exception of some of the womens sports teams, and cheerleaders, there were few women on campus...


OOC: Welcome to the roleplay, hopefully we have some more people that just want to jump right in. I think this could be really fun... Females, just go ahead and jump in with what roles you want...:)
 
Katie

OOC: Katie is a freshman cheerleader at college. She is a short, busty, Asian girl, measuring in at 5'3 with 34D breasts. She has a great ass which she loves showing off with tight pants, short skirts, and booty shorts. She has brown eyes and black hair.

IC:

Katie began to undress in the locker room after a grueling cheerleading practice. She thought about how happy she was to recieve that full cheerleading scholarship that allowed her to attend college. She was quite happy that her blowjob skills were good enough for the cheerleading coach to award her the scholarship. As she dressed herself in a cute haltertop, a purple thong, and jean shorts, she realized she was quite horny. She had not been laid since she left home. She left the locker room to see what guys were around.
 
All cleaned up from my work out I decided to head to the dorm cafeteria on campus to grab some dinner. Working out always made me hungry. Walking in I see a few people eating, no one I knew. I grabbed my food and sat at a table alone, glancing around hoping someone would catch my eye.

I felt extremely horny today for some reason. Maybe since I haven't had any sex for days, or maybe it was the workout, knowing there was still a muscle that was in need of exercise. I felt my cock stir in my jeans at just the thought of sex.
 
The young woman wore tight black shorts and a black/red tank top. She had on gleaming white shoes with no socks, a small golden anklet around her right ankle. She was tall compared to the other women there, almost 5'10", and athletically built, though she played no sports. Her breasts were high and full, straining against the tank she wore. She fumed as she stood there, waiting in line, tapping her foot impatiently, the single piece of paper in her hand rumpled, as if it had been crushed.. or perhaps read many times. How could this have happened. She couldn't believe it. She would have sworn she mailed the papers on time. What was she supposed to do now.

Alyssa Jameson?

She glanced up as she realized someone was finally calling her name. Stalking up to the counter, she thrust the paper forward to the matronly woman standing there calling her name. The woman took the paper and skimmed it quickly before speaking.

So you didn't get your housing/financial aid papers turned in on time?

Shaking her head furiously, her dark auburn hair shaking wildly as it cascaded around her shoulders. Her voice was nearly frantic.

I did! I mailed them in January. They were early! You have to have them here!? How could you have lost my forms?

The woman shook her head as she typed something into her keyboard and glanced at the papers in her hand before looking back to the screen. Glancing at the papers again, she pursed her lips before finally looking back up to the Alyssa.

Your social is 585-44-6635? Alyssa Jameson?

Sighing and looking even more annoyed, the girl answered her, shaking her head again.

6636! 585-44-6636! Is that all it is? You have a wrong number in my social? So you can change it and the forms are all here? You've got my room for me?

The woman typed a few more things in and looked up almost apologetically.

I'm sorry Alyssa, but the forms didn't get here in time.. or at least under the right number. I've fixed it now and we can fit you in next semester, but the rooms have all been assigned for this term. Your classes are paid for, but I'm afraid you'll have to find off-campus housing for this semester. There's really nothing we can do at this point unless someone cancels. You can check back every couple of days for a couple of weeks, but I wouldn't get your hopes up if I were you.

The woman handed her the paper back and before Alyssa could even get another word in, was calling the next person in line. Her mouth open in shock, she numbly moved out of the way. Where was she supposed to live? What was she supposed to do now?

She walked outside slowly, her shoulders slumped as she walked slowly through the mostly deserted campus. Classes hadn't started, but they would soon, and she had nowhere to live. She was a sophmore, it was her second year here, but she had relied on her financial aid to get her through. She had no close family, not many close friends, and certainly no one she knew well enough to ask to stay with. She'd just broken up with her boyfriend, who she'd lived with over the summer break, but there was no way she'd go crawling back to him. Sighing as she reached the parking lot where her Jeep was, she realized she could pawn the vehicle maybe. Biting her lip as she stared at it, she shook her head. No. She loved that Jeep. She'd live in it before she gave it up. Laughing as she realized all her belongings were pretty much packed in it at the moment, perhaps that's exactly where she'd find herself.

Shrugging, she flipped her long hair over her shoulder and smiled suddenly. She wasn't one for moping around. She'd made it this far, she'd manage somehow. She'd find a job, sleep in her car until she had enough for a deposit on some fleabag apartment or hotel. Something would come up. Grabbing her purse from her car, she headed back out towards the student union to find a newspaper.
 
OOC: Mike Remington, 6 feet, gangly, long ruffled light brown hair, white tennis shoes, plain sweat shirt and khaki pants, carries a bookbag… an egghead with limited sexual experience, but well hung.

IC: Mike Remington stumbled across campus reading the latest edition of “Scientific American”. He didn’t notice the pretty girl in the halter-top and blue jeans skirt coming out of the gym and practically ran over her.

“Um… excuse me… I… um…”

As always, he found himself speechless in front of a good-looking girl. He put his hands in his pockets and looked away, waiting for the insult he usually received from girls like this. As he looked around he noticed another attractive girl in the parking lot standing by a jeep next to his car. She seemed to be waiting for someone.
 
I came through the Student Union that day for whatever reason I can't remember, but on my may through I saw an incredibly hot girl...I noticed the look on her face of a person who was trying so hard to not be upset about something, as she frantically scanned the paper... I approached her with the intention of asking her to lunch/dinnner whatever. Her dark hair hung in front of the paper so it was hard for me to see what she was doing, but I could tell she was mad... Regardless, I thought, with a set of legs like that, I can't not talk to her...

I sat in the chair across from her, and said, "Hey, is everything alright?"....... My eyes met hers as she looked up from the paper, and I scanned her body now that she was sitting up straight as well.....
 
OOC: Ela is a 22 year old exchange student from Germany. She wears her blond hair in a short pony tail and has lively blue eyes, supported by contact lenses. Her features are nice if not beautiful and her figure is average. She stands 5'5" tall with round 34C breasts.


"Okay, Ela!" the 40-something woman at the international office smiled. "I'm glad that you found a suitable accomodation so quickly and I'm sure that someone to share the flat with you will turn up pretty soon. There are usually some students who registered late and do not get a room assigned. So just put a note up at the Student's Union building and that will be fine. Remeber to come to the meeting next monday. As I said, it's compulsory for you international students."

"Sure. I will be there. Thanks again!" I replied and left the office. As I walked across the campus under the bright sunlight a load of feelings fought for domination in my chest.
First of all excitement about having finally arrived here after almost one year of preperation. Although the most basic arrangements were made now there still was a feeling of the unknown lying before me and endless possibilities to be explored.
This immediately lead to the second emotion which was anxiety and sorrow if I would really manage to do this. Would I find friends, make my stand in this new surrounding, get along with the language, etc....
But there was also a certain amount of joy and new found self-confidence. My marks had been good enough to earn me a 12-month scholarship here in the US and I already had come this far...

Reaching the Student's Union I took a piece of paper from my purse and scribbled my request on it:

FLAT TO SHARE

22 year old exchange student (f) seeking another student (preferably f) to share her 2-room-flat with. Kitchen and bath in fair condition. $220 + bills / month. If interested call Ela.



After adding my mobile number I snatched a thumbtack from an official announcement at the board and pinned the paper to the board. "I hope this works..." I muttered under my breath and turning around got bumped into by a guy who didn't even seem to notice. He only seemed to have eyes for a cute girl that was reading a newspaper at a nearby table. "Watch out, stupid!" I growled half-loud and started to get after him. I reached him the moment he sat next to the other girl and was just about to tap him on the shoulder when the girl looked up from her newspaper.

I was immediately captured by those eyes....
 
dave, the head of the music dept.

Dave Lee had gotten his Phd in music four years ago and had been teaching at the college ever since. He had a natural talent and ability with many instruments, but he taught most of his students progressive jazz piano and synthesized music. His 9 hour day on campus usually consisted of no more than 4 classes, and gave him time to take time for spending extra time with several of his more gifted students who were really willing to put time into their studies. Dave is 6', 200 lbs with dark, closely cropped hair and a goatee. Even for 37, he still looked pretty hip. Most of the students considered him to be a peer, although his sexual preferance was questioned by some of them.

Walking into the cafeteria to grab a quick bite before my next group of students were due for class, I walked quickly up to the salad bar and grabbed a chef salad that was covered with saran wrap and a packet of bleu cheese dressing. On my way to the cashier I bumped into someone as I fumbled for my wallet.

"Oh, I'm sorry", I said looking at the young man I'd connected with. He had clearly just gotten finished with a work out, and was still a little sweaty from it. I hadn't seen him around before..but hell, there were alot of kids here I hadn't seen before. It was a good-sized college..

"Oh, no problem sir", he said politely. Guess it was pretty obvious that I was faculty, not otherwise. Ah, well..showing my age wasn't the worst thing that could happen. Before I turned away from the young man, I took note of how attractive his eyes were, and wondered who he was. And then I wondered how I might find out without appearing strange...
 
I walked across the campus, buoyed by the knowledge that one way or another I'd manage to find a place to live. As long as I kept my grades up, I'd be alright come next semester. As I walked away from the parking lot, I passed by a couple standing not far from the gym and I smiled at them as I passed. No reason to be grumpy to anyone else if I could help it. I reached the union and grabbed a table that had a newspaper lying on it.

Crossing my legs, I flipped the paper to the classified section. A job first. Then a place to live. I took out my phone and set it in front of me and grabbed a pen from my purse. My hair fell down in front of me and I didn't bother to move it. I marked through job after job and began to get frustrated as nothing seemed to be working out with my already chosen class schedule. The more I looked the angrier I got again about the whole situation. Chewing on the tip of the pen, I sighed and finally circled an ad reluctantly and was about to pick up my phone when a body plopped down across from me and I heard a voice,

Hey, is everything alright?.......

My emerald eyes flashed up at him, the gold flecks in them sparkling with frustration as I quickly folded the paper and sat it down, my hand covering the part with the exotic dancer advertisement circled. An attractive, tall, rather athletic looking guy sat in front of me, smiling as his eyes did a quick once over. My eyebrow arched skeptically just as I caught movement over his shoulder. A blonde girl was behind him, about to tap him on the shoulder. She was quite attractive and her blue eyes were sparkling with annoyance at him as she stopped short when she saw me look up. My gaze held hers for what seemed an incredibly long moment before I looked back at him, and nodded.

Thanks for asking, but I'm fine. Though from the looks of your girlfriend there, you're about to have some problems.
 
Rick

I felt somewwhat embarrassed bumping into this guy. I mean, I probably didn't smell very good, my skin still damp from my work out. It was clear this guy wasn't a student here, unless he was a grad student. He must be a professore judging from his looks. He was neatly grromed, wore the clothes of a professor.

"So, uh, even profs eat in this cafeteria huh?" Trying to make small talk with him. I mean I hate eating alone and at this point of having a couple of days to myself, I was desparate for conversation.

I hoped he didn't think I was to forward in my assumption that he taught here.
 
OOC:I am Kendal Hill, 21, a 5'10", about 165 lbs.not built but not skinny...sorta average, African-American, Medium Complexion*,very short hair cut,groomed mustach above the lips and hair on his chin also....damn thing won't grow into a gotee(lol). Nice smile. A junior who stays off-campus. Plays on the Basketball team.

IC: "We'll its almost time for another year" I say to myself as I drive around the gym looking for a place to park. Its kinda crowded. "Must be freshman parking over here again this year"
So I finally find a spot to park and get out I see a young woman walking away from her jeep. Looking at her from the back I say to myself "I wonder who that is?" But she seems to be going about her biz, so I make no attempt to stop her. I get to the gym and happen to see someone I know who was in my Science class last year,Mike I believe, and he stumbles into some Asian girl. I thought to myself "this is going to be interesting", I walk by both of them nodding my head at both and walk behind the young woman checking her out. "Damn" I say to myself as I walk into the the doors of the gym. "He betta get on that" I say.

So I walk into the Coaches office and he looks upset and says "Your 5 minutes late Hill, I hope you not going to make this a habit." "I don't plan to coach" I responed, I just got here and was checking out the campus."

So he gives me the ol' responsibility and focus speech why I'm just thinking bout what can I get into today and hoping this dosen't take forever. So I finally get out of his office and go strait to the court to clear my head for a minute. Before I head back out and handle my biz on campus.:)
 
The student's continued conversation suprised me, I hadn't expected him to do anything but pass me by and find one of his buddies to sit with. But I was surprised in a good way, make no mistake. I took my salad in one hand and stuck the other out to him, saying, "You got it..I'm Dave Lee, I'm in the music deptartment here."

He took my hand and shook it, introducing himself to me. I scanned the cafeteria quickly and then said, "Usually I have more time to go out to lunch, but I lost track of time this morning, thus I'll settle for school food. There's a nice place to sit outside though, if you'd like to join me."

Was I being hopelessly obvious about wanting this young man's company during lunch? I'm sure I was. I suddenly felt awkward and that I was suggesting something innapropriate. Then I thought to myself, Relax, Dave. You just asked if he wanted to eat outside...No big deal. I almost thought he'd decline, but he surprised me once again when he said, "Sure, Mr. Lee..that sounds cool."

"Call me Dave, please", I offered, maybe too quickly. The young man followed me out to a bench in the courtyard, offering small talk along the way. It was refreshing, to say the least. Having a young, good-looking man's attention and company gave my ego a stroke.

As we sat together on the bench, Rick filled me in on small bits about him. He was new around here, and wanted to talk and get to know someone.

How lucky is this, I thought as he spoke.
 
I wanted someone to talk to more than anything, but I didn't really expect this professor to invite me to eat with him. At first Iw as going to decline, I wasn't sure of his intentions. Nor was I sure what other students would think. I mean in high school, kids stayed as far away from teachers as they could. But, since I have yet to meet any other student I thought I might as well eat with him. Maybe he can let me in on where the hot spots are around this place.

We headed outside, sitting on the bench eating our lunch. I told him a bit about where I was from, my interests in sports, girls, etc. He explained how he was a music professore, most interested in jazz. Now, I am no musician, but I do enjoy listening to jazz, so our conversation turned to that. I asked him if therre were any bars aorund here with jazz music.

You told me there were some jazz clubs but then slightly changed the subject asking "Why aren't you looking for a beautiful young lady, with your good looks I would think they would be all over you." I blushed, turning beet red, and explained how I just arrived and had no idea where to find such young ladies, but that I was definitely looking.
 
I turned around to look at the blonde girl behind me, and I looked back at the brunette in front of me. "Thats not my girlfriend, I just bumped into her on accident." I was captivated by the brunette staring at me, and didnt really give a second thought to the fuming blonde behind me. "I noticed you were looking pretty hard through that paper, are you looking for something? I've been here for a couple weeks now, and I might be able to help you find something." I said, I turned around to see that the blonde was just dying to say something, to lay into me, to bitch or whatever. I tried to keep my focus on the brunette in front of me, but I could hear the blondes foot tapping on the floor as she got more and more impatient, I decided its best to get this over with, so I turned around to face her, and said "I'm really sorry I bumped into you, it was an accident, my mind was in another place." I gave her a reassuring smile, then turned back to the brunette who I watched intently for a response. I noticed she did crack a little smile, at my response to the blonde, but not for long and not enough for the blonde to notice......
 
We found a bench unoccupied, and sat together chatting as we ate. Rick told me a bit about himself, and in return I told him that I'd been teaching here for the last 4 years and found it to be a good school. When Rick brought up the question of local jazz clubs, I told him about two that I enjoyed and that maybe we could go there together sometime.

After I heard myself say that, I thought Shit, Dave..could you possibley sound more obvious? But then I quickly threw in a comment about how I was sure the girls would be flocking to him, and hoped it was enough of a cover-up for my eager invitation.

Rick made it pretty clear that he was interested in females, but he also seemed to be interested in my suggestion of checking out a club together. I told him I could introduce him to some of the people I knew at the club, and maybe he'd meet someone interesting there. He nodded, and thanked me. For what, I'm not sure. Maybe just for the lunchtime company.
 
Ela, exchange student from Germany

My reaction to directly follow that guy who had run into me was totally instinctive due to the fact that I got upset so very quickly. Must have been something handed down to me by my father (one reason why he and my mother broke up when I was 10).
On the other hand my anger died away as quickly as it had come in most cases. While I stood behind him I heard him deny that I was his girl-friend (funny thought...) and as he turned around to apologize a Jiminy Cricket voice in the back of my mind reminded me that it was a pretty crappy idea to turn my first conversation with students at this college into an argument about amicable behaviour in hallways.

While I was still reflecting on my feelings the guy had turned back to his 'target' and asked her what she was searching for. I noticed that he was in pretty good shape, looking like a football player or something, and decided to try my luck. I stepped up to the table and smiled apologetically at the two students.

"Well, thats ok. I should have looked out for such ... uhm ... 'focused' persons like you." Putting forth my hand I declared "I'm Ela. May I know the name of the first student I had such 'intensive contact' with here?"
 
I knew it might not be appropriate to hang out with a professor. I knew people might talk, plus I don't really even know this guy. I wondered to myself if he was married. I bet if he was she would be one hot lady, its not like he was missing out in the looks department. Plus all women love musicians. I was happy to hear there were a couple of good jazz clubs in the area.

But, when he made the comment about girls flocking to me I felt a little uncomfortable. Being from a small town I was rather naive. True I had my share of girls back in my home town. But, back there it was easy, my looks got me plenty of attention. Now, here on this huge college campus, I was one of many guys and certainly not the best looking.

"Well, I don't see too many flocking around right now. I...uh....seemed to have lost some of my animal attraction on my bus trip here" Trying to make light of the fact that I had not yet met anyone.

"Well, thanks for the dinner time chat, I appreciate it. I might take you up on the offer to go to a jazz club sometime" I said as I got up thinking I had already taken up enough of this guys time.
 
"My name is Mike, sorry, I was thinking about Football, I have a game next week" I said, hoping that the thought of a jock might get one or both of them going... I reached out and shook Elas hand, immediately noticing the contrast of her soft skin on my strong hands. I looked her in the eye as I took her hand, and I noticed that we may have held hands just a little too long. I invited her to sit down, and figured, with two women here I might just have a chance with one... If not I could always try and get a hold of that little cheerleader, what was her name?...

So now here I sat with two very attractive ladies, one whose name I knew, while the other I did not. Both Ela and I now turned our attention towards the brunette now.....
 
As Rick stood and began to excuse himself I let him know that I enjoyed our chat, and where my class was located. "I'll be done here at six. Just drop by if you'd like, maybe we could get out and around, and give you an opporitunity to meet some local ladies."

He nodded, and I didn't know if he was only being polite, or if he might have the intention of stopping by later this afternoon. Guess I'd wait and see, and take it from there.

I felt somewhat strange about getting friendly like that with a student. Even though I told myself it was completely innocent, I couldn't deny that I found him attractive..
 
I thanked the professor again and began walking back to my dorm for the much needed shower. As I was walking I began thinking about our conversation. It was kind of weird, the first person I meet here is a professor. Was he coming on to me? I had heard about weird things like that happening. Nah, that had to be my mind playing with me. I mean whether he was gay or straight, I was sure he had no problem finding sex, he was not that terrible looking. I mean he wasn't one of those fat old professors with a huge beard and thick eyebrows.

I wondered if I should meet him later. I mean I did enjoy the company and the thought of sitting alone at a bar or in my room again tonight was not very appealing. But then again, how would I be able to pick up girls if I had a professor sitting next to me.

This college life is more complicated than I thought it would be I said to myself as I walked across campus, glancing around hoping to find some hot chick walking towards the dorm too.
 
I resisted the urge to laugh as he quickly mentioned the woman behind him wasn't his girlfriend. My eyes wandered over both of them as they spoke about bumping into each other. He was ruggedly attractive and definately well built, it didn't surprise me when he mentioned football. She was adorable, so angry at first, but when she smiled her entire face lit up. Filing away the thought that both of them were single at the back of my mind, I listened to them both, smiling as they turned to me.

Alyssa. I'm Alyssa. It's nice to meet you both.

I held out my hand to each of them, shaking each of their hands briefly, my skin tingling slightly though I wasn't sure from whom, or perhaps both. Glancing down at the paper, my hand still over the ad I had circled, I sighed as I finally answered the man.. Mike's question.

A job. I was just looking for a job. Somehow my financial aid got messed up.. and I need a job fast. So I don't end up living in my Jeep.

I managed a slight smile as I said this, not wanting to seem depressed to people I'd just met.
 
"Have you looked at some of the on campus ones?" I asked, not knowing what she was interested in. "That sucks they really screwed up your finacial aid. " I said, "But you know Garret hall is all suites, like 4 rooms to one, like a big on campus apt. and I have my suite to myself, you are welcome to stay there for another couple weeks if you need to. I would hate to see anyone living in their car." I thought well, she just might go for that, and that would get me one step closer, I looked at Ela who seemed to be content to just listen to our conversation and seemed so fixated on Alyssa.... I looked back at Alyssa and waited for an answer, I was certainly hoping she would take me up on my offer.....
 
:) This thread has gotten off on a good start, I cant wait to see where it goes!! The variety so far is really cool, and I think it will only get better with more people...
 
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