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Subject: {ASSM} Story - The Crush, Part 1 of 4  (F/m, F+/m, NC, Heavy, Real, College)
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Date: Wed, 05 Oct 2005 16:10:04 -0400
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This is an adult oriented story.  All of the characters are fictional.
If you do not like stories involving blackmail, NC, forced feeding,
humiliation and the like, please leave now.  No one is making you read
this.  I have to get these out of my head or I will go insane.  I hope
you all like it.

synopsis:  A College geek falls for a super hot sorority girl.  She
uses him and breaks him the way hot college girls can.  He loses his
mind and is utterly destroyed in the process.


The Crush

I can remember the first girl I fell for in college.  I was a
sophomore.  She was amazing, she had jet black hair, long and straight,
like a waterfall of black ink, she was spectacular.  Her frame was tall
and lean, like a cheerleader, but she was not really into being a
spectator.  She was more of an athlete.  She liked to climb, loved to
bike, and played football and tennis on the side.  She was, in a word,
very well balanced.  She was also completely out of my league.  Which
is why I was surprised to see her standing next to me, while I was
sitting down at lunch at the cafeteria.  We had Calculus I together,
believe it or not she was studying to be a biologist and wanted to get
her math requirement in something challenging.

I thought maybe she was waiting for someone, so I didn't dare look
up.  I could see she was wearing her climbing boots and cutoff
camo-pants.  I didn't dare look higher, but my imagination was
running wild with the input I was already trying to process.  Her legs
were impossible long and tan, and her cutoffs didn't even start until
her mid thigh.

"Is anyone sitting here?"

I looked up, trying not to betray how intimidated I was by her mere
presence, but I am sure she saw right through me.  "Uh, not unless
they're invisible," I smiled trying to lighten the edge I felt.

She had a bright, lilting laugh.  I could listen to it forever, "Oh
well maybe I will make his day and sit in Mr. Invisible's lap" and
she was sitting across from me, her books in her arms folded across her
chest.  Her hair was pulled back into a bun, and her top was nothing
more than a wife-beater, also cut off, highlighting her unbelievable
stomach.  Her chest was hiding behind her books, but when she sat down
and threw her books on the table, they were proud and almost mocked me.
 "You will never touch us, loser, but go ahead and look, we will be
sure to tell her," they seemed to say to me as she blurted out her
intentions for sitting next to me.

"Hey, I noticed you had the same calculus book as me, I was
wondering, do you think maybe you could help me on a few problems.  I
mean, I know what I am doing but since this book doesn't give out the
answers, it would be nice to know I am getting the problems right
before class.  What are you doing tonight?"  All in one quick breath,
and it was almost a demand, she really didn't ask me if I would, it
was just... assumed?

My mouth got dry, there had to be a catch... The nerd boys at the end
of the table were already gawking and I could see out of the corner of
my eye, the girls she rolls with were looking for her and trying to
figure out where to sit down for lunch.  I had to make this quick or
lose my chance.

"Sure, I don't have any plans tonight, what time is good?" I
chirped back, god that sounded too eager.  She noticed too and smiled.

"I didn't think you would.  Be at my sorority door at 8:00, not a
minute before, we are having some sort of meeting and no boys are
allowed.  Don't forget to bring your book, plan on staying about an
hour.  Gotta run," and she was off.

I looked down at the geek boys and they turned away.  I felt... proud?
I saw a few other people notice, I felt important, or something.  One
guy I knew, he was a senior, Chemistry major I think, he came over and
sat down.  "Dude, what did she want?"

"Just some help with her calculus homework," I replied, trying to
hide any residual satisfaction I had at her presence.

"Well, ok, but just be careful, she has a reputation for destroying
guys like us," he paused "Remember last year, during
orientation?"

Last year, when we were freshmen, they had a week long orientation
ending in an ice cream social.  She was one of the orientation leaders,
I think she is a year ahead of us.  Anyway, one of the first years, a
computer programmer, was smitten with her.  He would follow her around
like a puppy all week.  On the last day of orientation, she had him
scooping out ice cream for everyone, and while he wasn't looking, she
and two other girls from her sorority got behind him, pulled his shorts
down to his ankles and pushed him face first into the tub of ice cream.
 The tub was as big as a garbage can, and as he was so out of shape and
disoriented, they added toppings while he struggled to get out -
caramel, sprinkles, and an entire bowl of cool whip.  Everyone, I mean
EVERYONE, was laughing.  He was so embarrassed he dropped out of school
before it even started.

I just figured it was a prank, so what, but the look on this Chemistry
major's face had me rethink the whole invitation.  So it was at a
sorority, big deal.  She could dump me into a garbage can of ice cream,
Chinese food or Mexican refried beans for all I cared.  Just being near
her was intoxicating.

"Yea, I can handle it, don't worry," I played like John Wayne.

He paused.  Looked at me again, and left without saying anything more.
Maybe he knew something I didn't.  Still, whatever, this was going to
be a night to remember.  A night with a gorgeous vixen I had been
eyeing all semester, and I was not going to miss it.

I was pacing in my room.  The day was going so slow.  Ugh.  Finally, it
was 7:30.  I would walk over to her house and wait down the street
until 8:00 and spend an hour with a true goddess.  I was so excited, I
had brushed my teeth 5 times, changed shirts 3 times and practiced all
the small talk I could think of.  What she liked to do, where she went
on the weekends, where she was from, etc.

On the walk up to her sorority, I kept checking my watch to make sure I
was not going to be late.  I waited a block away and at 7:58 I walked
towards her sorority house.  As I was getting closer, I heard laughter,
the sound of at least 50 girls laughing and cheering?  Maybe I was a
little early.  I waited another minute, it was after 8pm so I walked up
the walkway and hit the buzzer.  Almost before I took my hand off, the
door opened.  It was her, and she was absolutely beaming.  Her hair was
pulled straight back in a ponytail and she was wearing pink and white
silk shorts and a long sleeve t-shirt.  It was tight and she looked
incredible.  "Come on in, the meeting just ended," she smiled,
inviting me inside. I could see and hear all the girls, walking and
talking, the meeting must have literally just ended.  No one seemed to
notice me as I walked up the stairs to her room.  She had a single and
it was immaculately clean.

"Sit there," she pointed to an imaginary chair next to her desk.  I
kind of stood there next to her, while she sat down and opened up her
calculus book.  Without even looking over at me, she turned on her desk
lamp and told me again "Sit down, on the floor, and open your book,
we only have an hour."  I was a little confused but did what she
said.  From the angle I was sitting at it was hard to tell, but I think
she was smirking a bit...  I got my book out of my backpack and flipped
to the chapter we were on.  She went through the problems, and I
checked them off with her.  She had gotten all of them right so far,
and actually spotted an error I had made.  About halfway into the hour,
her door knocked and one of her friends walked in.  She was tall and
thin also, with impossibly thick chestnut colored hair which farmed her
green eyes and pale skin.  Her body was a work of art, curves like a
mountain road and every bit as dangerous as one too.  They talked about
their upcoming formal (in 3 weeks) and how excited they were.  Her
friend didn't even say hi to me, which was odd, but I could tell from
their conversation that the girl with whom I was hopelessly obsessed
with did not yet have a date.  Apparently she had broken up with her
last boyfriend and was trying to find someone to take or was planning
on not going.  Maybe if I played my card right I could... nah!

Her friend left and we got back into the book immediately.  We finished
all the problems and she felt really pleased.  She really knew her
stuff.  We talked about a few things and I got up the courage to ask
her about her formal, if she would really not go rather than go alone,
she wrinkled her nose and told me "If I don't go with someone, I am
not going, but he has got to be special.  I like smart guys, and this
campus is full of idiots."  Smart guys?  Wow...  Maybe I would have a
chance... An alarm went off and I kind of jumped off the floor a bit.
It was an alarm on her desk, the hour was up.  Good God she was
disciplined.  She got up and told me to get my things together, that
she would walk me down to the door "to avoid being snatched up by any
of her sisters," and we both laughed.  It was the first time I had
ever been in a sorority house, and it was like heaven being around so
many women at once.  I didn't know which way to look, they were
everywhere.

At the door she told me "thanks," and then opened it and parted
with "Be here tomorrow, smarty pants, same time, and bring a chair if
you don't want to sit on the floor," and she shut the door behind
me.  It was dark and there were hardly any lights out, but all the way
home I was alight inside.  I could have been hit by a bus and I would
have been fine.  She was unbelievable, she was gorgeous, and she was
smart too.  I didn't care if I sat on the floor, truth be told, I
kind of liked it.  The way she would look down at me, smiling every
time she got the right answer, or ask me questions regarding why the
problem was set up that way.  And her chest, god from that angle, her
chest just looked enormous.  And her legs and her feet, I mean, she
literally consumed me from where I sat.

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