I can’t believe it. I’ve got a date with Shane, the campus’s most famous quarterback. He’s famous not just for being the best player, but for being basically the hottest guy to ever walk the earth.

He’s also well known for his, uh, prowess in certain sexual matters. Apparently he does things that no other man can. He makes women feel like they’ve never felt before. The only problem? No campus girl ever gets a second chance with him.

Instead of being a one-woman kind of guy, he’s a one-night kind of guy. You’re lucky if you get one shot with him, one night.

As I walk to class, through the throngs of students, I’m not even thinking about how embarrassing it was having him reject me as a student trainer.

But, I mean, he’s got a really good point. I’m not qualified in anyway to rehabilitate his shoulder. I know things in theory. I understand what the textbook says and I can regurgitate it on a test, but that’s about it.

I need to start off small, with someone else…

The secretary isn’t supposed to be my advisor, and she’s not supposed to be giving me assignments. Something must be really screwed up in the department for this to have happened. When I told her what happened, the secretary just threw up her hands in exasperation and told me I’d have to come back later, that she was too busy to deal with me. I’ll have to go see my advisor later and sort things out.

“Hey,” says a voice I recognize as Jane.

She runs up from behind me, and now slows to my walking pace.

“How’d it go?”

I tell her what happened. The first part.

“That sucks,” she says.

“I’ve got some good news, though,” I say, and I tell her about the date with the famous Shane.

“I can’t believe it!” says Jane. “You’re going to finally get laid!”

“Shhh,” I say, covering her mouth with my hand.

“Eww,” she says, pulling my hand away. “Get off me.”

“It wasn’t fun for me either,” I say, wiping my hand on shirt. “You got spittle all over my hand.”

“It was your fault.”

“I can’t have you telling the whole campus my own personal…”

“Sexual history?” says Jane, far too loudly.

“Will you keep it down?” I say.

“It’s not a big deal,” says Jane. “No one really cares. I mean, half the people around here are probably taking about how they got laid last night and how it was. You think everyone’s walking around talking about finals or something?”

I know she’s right.

It’s not that I’m shy about sex. Quite the contrary. I’ve always had a healthy sexual appetite and I love everything about it. I love making out with a guy and getting gradually excited, feeling his hands on me as he first touches me… the whole thing.

But the truth, the truth that I don’t want anyone to know, is that I haven’t had sex all of senior year. Yup, it’s been a whole year of getting out the frustration myself with my vibrator, hiding under the sheets when Jane is away at class. I have her class schedule memorized, and I take every opportunity I can to keep my body… satisfied… with as many orgasms as I can muster.

“You should be excited and proud,” says Jane.

As we walk, her backpack slaps against her back. She has a funny way of walking, sort of jaunty and excited. She’s got a good figure, with huge breasts that wobble as she walks. She gets the attention of all the guys all the time. Even as we walk now, I see guys checking her out, their gazes focused in like lasers on her rack. What’s different now, compared to a year ago, is that their eyes find me too.

I’m still getting used to the idea of having guys stare at me. It didn’t used to be like this. Before my body started filling out, I wouldn’t get a single glance, and Jane got all of them. But now it almost feels like while they might see her first, their eyes end up staying on me for a longer time, sometimes an uncomfortably long amount of time.

I know they’re probably using the memories of me here on the quad for jerk off material later. They’ll be back in their extra long dorm beds, lying on their backs, their pants around their ankles, stroking their hard cocks as they think about that hot girl that they saw on campus with the super hot ass and that crazy rack. They’d imagine what I look like naked and what it would be like if I was riding them, my long hair hanging down and getting into their faces as they lift their hips to thrust their big cocks into me.

The truth, though, is that no matter how much these thoughts actually excite me... I know, it’s kind of weird, like a double fantasy or something, me imagining them imagining me. But the truth is that I just didn’t have time this year. I was studying my ass off in the library all day and all night when everyone else in my class was out partying and getting laid.

I’m here on a scholarship. My parents don’t have the money to pay the expensive $35,000 out of state tuition, unlike most of the kids here. Either that, or they get the in-state discounted rate.

I accelerated all through high school, and got a near perfect score on my SATs. I never had a boyfriend until college, and I was devastated when we broke up. I don’t know if it was his fault or my fault. A year later, I’m finally starting to come to terms with it.

“Hello?” says Jane, waving her hand in front of my face. “Earth to Jane. Are you still with us?”

“Just thinking,” I say.

“Well come on, we’re going to be late for math.”

I suddenly realize that I’ve been standing outside the math building entrance as the students stream by me. The air is full of chatter and the smell of a lot of people in one place.

The air is jumpy and perfect, that spring smell that gets to your bones and makes you feel alive. The last thing I want to do is go into a stuffy room with a couple hundred students and listen to the awkward teaching assistant drone on about what’s going to be on the math final. I’m going to ace it no matter what. I’ve simply put in too many hours to fail.

“Lia!” says Jane, pinching my arm. “Come on!”

I groan and reluctantly follow her into the building.

The TA has already started the lecture.

Jane and I slump quietly into seats in the back of the room.

He’s talking about what’s on the final. Jane dutifully gets out her notebook and I do too, even though I know I’m not going to take notes.

Maybe it’s the senior slump or something, but I just can’t get as excited about academics as I have been all four years. Maybe I burned myself out by studying so much this year.

I need a change. I need something to happen.

As he drones on and on, I feel myself drifting into something like a daydream. I close my eyes as if I’m dozing off, and I imagine what Shane would look like without his shirt on. It’s not hard to imagine, since his shirt was so tight I could almost see every little divots between his huge muscles.

I bet his cock is huge. That’s what word on campus is, anyway.

I can feel myself getting wet and hot beneath my panties. I so want to slide my hand underneath the elastic band of my panties and go to town on myself. But I can’t do that here.

I remember last year a girl in my stats class actually got caught doing that. Everyone laughed at her so much and the word spread like wildfire on campus. Eventually she had to transfer to another school.

Finally, after an hour and a half of good solid droning, none of which I pay the slightest attention to, class is over. I’m going to ace the final after all, despite not paying attention. There’s simply no way I won’t.

“You want to grab lunch?” says Jane, gathering her things together.

“You know,” I say. “I think I forgot something in the room. I’ve got to get my, uh, physics textbook.”

“Don’t you have that thing memorized by now?” says Jane. “I guess I’ll be eating by myself then.”

“Sorry,” I say, flashing her an apologetic smile, before rushing off, trying to beat the herd of students exiting the lecture hall.

I have a clear plan in mind, and it doesn’t involve going back to the dorm room to get my physics book. I don’t even plan to go to Physics, if I can help it. No, I’m going to head back to the dorm room, lock the door behind me, fish my vibrator out from its hiding place, and have myself a nice little session, while closing my eyes and thinking about Shane and all the pleasure he’s going to give me with that rock hard solid body of his.

I’m rushing through the students, practically beating my way through the crowds. Then, I run smack into someone. I’ve got my head down and haven’t been looking where I’m going.

“Sorry,” I mutter, almost falling down.

Whoever I ran into sure is big.

I look up.

It’s none other than Shane, grinning down at me from his six foot plus frame.

“Hey there, little lady,” he says.