Life on Campus

The time period was a Saturday morning, the place Sadler Hall at Syracuse University fourth floor social lounge. By 10ish o'clock I had been relaxing there for a few minutes with my roomie Sarah Kent McCall.

A fairly tall girl with modest tits, Sarah was dressed in black teeshirt, light wash ankle-jeans and black stack-healed pointed toe booties. Her chocolate-brown hair reaches almost to her breasts. Brown eyes take in her world through stylish glasses.

She can be a talkative type and often quick with a joke.

We had been chatting about plans for the summer, places where we've been and unusual sights. We talked a little bit about classes although she's not in the same major.

The question came from nowhere. "Have you ever gone braless?"

What do I even tell her?

I thought for half a second then quipped, "not recently."

I meant "no".

"Do you remember the last guy you dated?"

"Yah, I was a senior in high school. He walked away after a month and kissed someone else."

"Without saying anything," Sarah asked.

"Without saying anything," I confirmed.

"My friend Jane from high school dared me to go braless. It was at night just last summer, the Friday night before graduation ceremony.

"Did you?"

"I took it off at 9ish and went home like that an hour later. I like sleeping without a bra so I would've taken it off anyway."

"Why not get completely naked?"

I had seen the silhouette of Sarah's boobs in her teeshirt.

"Maybe I will," she quipped.

We both laughed.

I pulled my bra out from under the mock neck short-sleeved pullover shirt and tossed it aside.

"I'll just let them hang," I quipped.

I had been braless for about 10 minutes when a couple of fraternity guys whom I didn't recognize came into the room.

One of them, a brawny six-footer with blue eyes and blond hair, locked his eyes onto me, or maybe my shirt. Does he notice that my boobs are poking against my top?

The other is somewhat shorter, brown-haired and brown-eyed.

"I'm William," said the fellow staring at my chest.

"Stephanie," I said.

"Nice top," he added.

Meanwhile the other fellow engaged Sarah in conversation.

I was wearing the white one in my collection of mock neck short-sleeved shirts, the other two being Apricot and Dusty pink.

"What year are you in," he asked.

"Freshman, nursing major, what about you?"

"Senior, mechanical engineering," he replied.

"Where are you from?"

"Cincinnatti," he replied.

"My last name is Tattaglia. I'm Sicilian from Boston."

"I've never been to Boston."

"And I've never been to Cincinnatti," I replied.

"The family name is Schmidt, German."

"They're known for engineering."

I had German made cars in mind at the subconscious level.

His next remark hinted that he noticed my boobs are unsupported.

"My ex girlfriend hated bras."


"Really!" I said.

He nodded.

"You guys broke up how long ago?"

"Three years ago," he replied. He added, "we started dating in high school."

"So she never wore one," I remarked.

"Never," he said.

"Todd Michaels was on the Varsity football team. I was on the cheerleader squad. The Friday before the third game of the season he approached me at my locker. That's when he asked me out for the first time. My girlfriends on the squad told me he had been checking me out."

"What position did he play?"

"Offensive line," I replied.

"I played high school football. Senior year I couldn't play because I was working as a grocery store clerk."

"Were you checking out the cheerleaders?"

"I'll never tell."

His mouth stretched into a grin.

"I bet you did," I quipped.

The conversation went in a new direction. William mentioned having a brother in the FBI.

"He is special agent Harry Schmidt."

"Is there a big age gap?"

"Seventeen years separate us."

"My sister Lucia is four years older than me. She's a nurse."

The next question came out of nowhere and landed like a rock.

"Does she go braless?"

"How would I know?" I shrugged my shoulders.

"Would you like to watch football this afternoon?"

"Here," I asked.

Though an avid Orange fan, I had zero interest or desire to be with him in his room. It had occurred to me that my C cup boobs are what attracted him and that he wants to see more of me.

Over the next couple of hours students trickled into the lounge. Someone turned the television set on. All of us watched the football game. Some of the more enthusiastic viewers complained loudly about every bad call by an official.

"PASS INFERENCE NO WAY," complained a small blond girl.

"You tell 'em," quipped the guy sitting beside her, probably the boyfriend.

Another shouted, "AWFUL call."

Five minutes remained. The Orange were losing so Sarah and I returned to our room.

Our eyes met. The look gave way to our first kiss, a kiss neither of us expected. The relationship at this new level felt so right.

Mouths opened then her lips closed on my lip. Her tongue probed deeper into my mouth.

Sarah's hand went inside my shirt and crept to my bare breasts. My hands cupped her breasts through her shirt.

Before long our jeans, panties, and shirts landed on the floor between our beds. Caresses explored each other's body and erogenous zones.

Suddenly I experienced a powerful orgasm. Hers happened seconds later. We rolled off each other other.

Making love to a girl felt far better than making love to a boy, both physically and psychologically. It had to happen even if neither of us realized that it did.

"Sarah that was AWESOME."

"For me as well," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.

I spoke openly in a soft voice.

"My parents think I'm straight. They've met both my high school boyfriends, saw us making out."

She related an incident. "My mom caught me naked with Richard on the futon in the basement. She wasn't pleased."

We both chuckled.

Her next remark hinted at her parents attitude.

"I would hate to think if Richard was Rachel."

My next suggestion landed in a good place.

"Let's push the beds together."

"Yah let's do that," she said happily.