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By Phil Masters (philmasters@aol.com)

-=Background=-
Hi. My name's Phil.
A few years back, I attended a small college on the gulf of Mexico in order to finish up my BA. When I chose the school, I had no idea of the surprises that awaited me; I had been seeing someone and we transferred there together, but broke up 6 months later, leaving both of us to explore the more social aspects of the school. As it turned out, I had much to be grateful for....
The school was reputable academically, yet socially must have been the US's best kept college sex secret. I was amazed to find out how much rampant sex there was going around. Phew. Of course, I never heard much about really bizarre or heavy group sex, just a LOT of what most people would consider normal sex, often with people we all just didn't know well.And it was all within the college environment. There were less than 2000 people at this school, and if you didn't go there, you didn't fit in, and no one would have known a thing.
It was called scrumping, and/or hooking up. There were these parties, almost always one on Friday night and one on Saturday night, and they were BIG, and most everyone within the social crowd (about 2/3 of the students) showed up at one time or another. The parties would start at 9pm, get busy by around 11pm, and pretty much end by around 2am. There were inevitably themes, varying from bands to DJ's to tropical ideas to any other idea someone could come up with for a party. But it was always the same thing.And even though people complained about it all the time, everyone still went and participated in some fashion or other.
Some people didn't participate in hooking up. Some people refused to sleep with some drunk person they met at a party, even if they wanted to, and just socialized with friends. That was ok. Also, many people preferred to have girlfriends and boyfriends, and sometimes those relationships lasted a while. More often they didn't, and then such relationships only served the purpose of giving people allegedly safe & reliable sex with a single partner, for as long as that lasted. Even so, most people didn't go to a blood testing center together to be sure of their new partners. But some did.
Actually scrumping wasn't really having sex. Scrumping was when girls (or boys-- I don't want to be sexist, but it applied more to girls) didn't really want to have intercourse, but got really horny and dry-humped. They kept their underwear on, kissed & petted and did everything else, and generally made sure the guy was satisfied so he wouldn't ask for anything else. Just wanted to clear up that term. But don't think that people ONLY scrumped; rather, it was probably the exception to sex as opposed to the rule.
So there was a LOT of sex going on. And the weird thing about it was that two people who didn't necessarily know each other well, would go off and have sex, maybe stay the night, and then not talk to each other after that. Or not mention what happened. They would act like nothing happened!I always thought that was really weird. Oh well. Whatever floats your boat. A friend once confided in me something her best female friend once said... she once passed a guy she slept with a couple of weeks prior, and he said "hey, what's up?" and went on her way. She thought... "How can you just be so nonchalant about it? I've seen your penis!!!!" I always got a kick out of that story.
I never did fuck her. But I wanted to...
Anyhow, now that you have some background, I thought i'd start my narrative with how I met my first Scrumper!

-=My First Scrumper, and her Roommate!=-
I met my first scrumper while I was doing the laundry. I was a junior, and we were in the beginning of the fall semester, actually during freshman orientation. I was there as an orientation counselor of sorts. I wasn't formally, but I was associated with one of the student organizations that wanted to be there and involved. One of the benefits was that I could move into my dorm room before the other returning students.
I had spent a good deal of the summer (while working in the area) designing and building a custom loft for my single dorm room (TINY, only about 8x10 with an alcove & a closet. It was amazing, and it split the room up literally into two stories, albeit VERY LOW CEILINGED, complete with a section with no deck where the staircase (not ladder, a real but steep staircase) rose up. My mattress was on top and my livingroom/entertainment center was below. Although you might say my entertainment center moved... upstairs... when the need arose. I had carpeting everywhere, and the loft was immobile, way overdesigned, and sturdy. There was NO flex in the upstairs deck. I could have put a waterbed on the top.Anyway, I had a huge stereo, a couch, a bed, a desk, and just about everything a college student could want (except a car). It was an amazing room.
As if I didn't already know this, every new and returning student who passed my door spent at least ten minutes dumbstruck either inside my room or standing at the room's edge looking in, no doubt jealous. I had conceived of this tiny space as being the ultimate dorm home, and it was.Some of my friends referred to this later as a fuck-shack. Originally this was not the intention (seriously!). But I didn't mind. Later on, it became clear to me that that was one of the fringe benefits. Most people put together their own little variation of the dorm routine. I had a home.
Anyhow, one afternoon during this frosh orientation, I was doing laundry.And I had just put some clothes into the dryer and left the room when I saw this pert strawberry blonde headed there with a basket full of clothes. She smiled; I smiled back; I had no idea who she was, but she had really large breasts, and I was glad I had sunglasses on to hide the fact that I was staring. By themselves they were large, but because she was about my height and also well built (trim, but not petite) they didn't seem too big. In fact, they probably looked very proportionate, now that I think about it.In any case, I just mumbled something about freeing up the washers, and that I would be back a little later; I had to go get a haircut and might be a little late in removing my clothes. She had to be a freshman.
That was all that happened until I got back. I dropped my wallet off in my room and went to pick up my clothes in the dryers, when I noticed all of my clothes *VERY* neatly folded on top of the dryer. I had never seen this before! Never! Well, obviously, I was impressed, so when I brought the clothes back to my room, I wrote a note saying "To whomever folded my laundry: Thank you! I've never seen that before! If you feel like it, you can come on by my room (and I put the room number) for a beer or soda. If not, thanks again!" and I went and taped the note back to the dryer top.
I had almost forgotten the whole event when about an hour later, this girl showed up in my doorway (I always left the door open when I wasn't doing anything private-- friendlier that way I guess)! With a BIG grin! I invited her in and found out her name was Kati and that she figured it was just the expected courtesy to fold clothes so they don't wrinkle and I said no one had ever done that for me and thanked her, while I handed her beer.I jokingly asked if she was 18, and she said just barely (offering alcohol to minors if you were an upperclassmen was both frowned upon SERIOUSLY and ironically overlooked. Freshman were going to find a way to do as they pleased anyhow.
So Kati accepted a beer, and we started talking. She thought my room was amazing, and I thought she had great tits, considering the way they were pushing out her t-shirt. Anyhow, nothing happened that afternoon, but what I didn't know (until later) was that when she left, she ran to her room to tell her roommate that she had met this JUNIOR with the most fantastic room.She called me up to see if I was still planning on renting a movie with my friend Marc, and if so could she come, and bring along her roommate. I agreed, and after calling Marc, managed to convince him to spend some time frosh-trim hunting. This was *orientation*, after all.
Marc and I both know this guy from the previous Summer who described his orientation weeks as an upperclassman: If you don't get laid the first night, you might as well stop trying. I thought this was pretty sexist; although I wanted sex as much as the next guy; I (Don't think I'm a wimp; I'm just too educated to treat women like dirt) just didn't think it was worth fucking someone over after fucking them. I mean, if the girl is interested in just FUCKING for the hell of it, GREAT. But I think date rape is despicable. Anyhow, enough of my rambling.
That night Marc got the movies and came over to my room (he had a bigger apartment off campus) but he always felt out of touch with the college scene and the social life on campus. So he came over, and shortly after, we heard a knock on the door. I knew it was Kati, and opened the door. BIG surprise! I recognized the face behind her! And that BODY! Kati introduced her roommate Christine to both of us. NICE TO MEET YOU....

...The Flashback...
I knew Christine not by name, but visually from something of a distance. On the first day of orientation, all the frosh and the counselors were supposed to go to a big beach party held by the alumni council at this nearby strip of deserted (usually) beach. The day was filled mostly with swimming, tanning, volleyball and FOOD. Paradise for a little while. Well, Christine was there I suppose with her roommate Kati; I DIDN'T NOTICE because Christine was so hot. Christine blew away anyone within 10 yards of her.BLAM! What a body! She was petite, but she still looked like she had these amazing long tan legs. And they ended in the most fantastic, strong and perfect bubble butt. Phew. She had small but beautifully rounded breasts that stopped in these little dark pencil eraser nipples (VERY visible). And her face... she had the sexiest little eyes and pouting lips MADE for giving head. WOW. WOW. I was so busy staring at her through my glasses that one of the counselors I had been seeing during the end of the Summer (through around that time) started to think I wasn't paying any attention to her. We were sitting on the beach, and Christine was wading thigh deep along with several girls. Hannah (the other counselor) leaned over at me and whispered into my ear... "Let's swim out a ways and fuck. I need your cock inside me...." I got hard immediately.
Hannah liked to talk dirty, but she always giggled afterwards as if she felt a little embarrassed about it. So we rolled into the water playfully (I wasn't about to get up and walk in... sporting a tent pole) and began to swim out for a bit. When we reached a safe distance (so that no one could see under water, but still in front of EVERYONE), she pulled my trunks down and grabbed my cock and squeezed really hard, causing me to gasp. She quickly pulled her bikini bottom out of the way(side) and engulfed me. We kissed for a while and just floated like that. It was perfect. It felt soooo good; Hannah had a really tight snatch, but she also knew how to squeeze her pussy really well. And she liked to fuck. But I didn't really have a lot in common with her. So things were just starting to heat up...Hannah started to pick up the pace...
And then I noticed her [Christine] staring at us. We were close enough that I could see the faraway expression in her eyes; I was looking at the shore and Hannah was facing towards me away at the water. Christine's mouth was just open just a little bit and I could tell she was certain of what we were doing. No one else seemed to notice us. I couldn't believe it... here, Hannah was moving up and down on my cock, squeezing the cum right out of me, and Christine was standing at the shore thinking who knows what. I stared away at first, trying to be nonchalant about it, but Hannah started getting more and more frenzied about her motions. She wasn't moving up and down a lot, but she was squeezing my cock really hard and gyrating her hips in towards me and forcing me in deep, and she was doing this little motion faster and faster. I watched as Christine sat down and started wading in the shallow water, and I was amazed at what I saw! She moved one of her hands down where no one could see it, and she stared right at me as she stared to frig herself! I couldn't stop thinking about fucking her instead of Hannah!
I felt it building up from deep inside my balls and I whispered to Hannah, "I'm... coming.. yeah... fuck me harder! That's it..." and she started to speed it up. We weren't making a lot of fuss in the water, but as I started to go over the brink, this 18 year old goddess in the water maybe 15-20 yards from us stared right into my eyes while her arm moved about under the water, and mouthed the words... "come for me."
That did it! I went right over the edge and headfirst into the abyss! I imagined it was that water nymphette's pussy I was spurting my come into really hard; it was her cooing in my ear, and it was her squeezing the fuck out of me. And then, it was her who reached down as I was coming and gently squeezed and scratched my balls. I love that...
Well, Hannah did know how to fuck the shit out of me... but I knew from that afternoon on that I needed to find another fuck-buddy (another term from this fantastic educational institution).
The girl on the shore watched as we separated and drifted off to relax... I kept looking over at her, and once mouthed back to her "thank you..." which got a smile. But that was it, or so I thought.
Hannah and I didn't feel the need to speak to each other any more that day, which was fine with me. It was time to move back on the prowl...--------
So I said, "well, Christine, it's a pleasure to finally meet you."
Kati said "Do you two know each other? Damn! I thought I met you first!"
Christine responded, "no, we just saw each other and smiled once. This is the first real meeting!" She smiled and turned, "Damn you have such a cool room! Wow!"
I wondered if Marc was feeling left out, but he knew he had a cool apt., and that he was going to have to put up with this as a price to stay in touch with the college scene. So it was understood, unsaid. Kati turned to Christine and said, "didn't I tell you! This is so well laid out! [nice choice of words..] I told you, didn't I?" and Christine just nodded and smiled.
I invited them both in and Marc sat down on the couch under the loft. The lower space had a ceiling of 5 feet, so you really had to crouch to get under there, which you HAD to do to reach the staircase, but you could stand fully on the staircase except when you got to the top. That had 4 feet clearance, so you had to kneel or crawl around (on the mattress...). Even though it sounds tight, it worked really well.
I had already given a tour to Kati (all went above-board, nothing happened),but Christine asked if she could check out the whole room, and when I said yes, she started hopping up the stairs really fast to get a picture of upstairs. I went on up and stood on the staircase. That left Marc and Kati to say hello and meet (which they did), and because of the layout, they couldn't see upstairs to my expressions or Christine, who was moving around the top floor (mostly bed) and checking out the shelves behind (and the mirror at the head of the bed-- tacky, but effective) and the GREAT view out the bay window to the water not 30 feet away. I asked her "so how do you like it?" She looked at me; her eyes got narrow and she licked her lips suggestively...
This girl was incredible! First of all, although my ROOM was great, and I got my share of good sex & friends, I didn't think I was all that great looking. But here was this shameless gorgeous vixen writhing on my bed, Kati and Marc talking downstairs, and before I had a chance to wink and say let's go watch the movie, she moved back towards the pillows, faced me, leaned back and reached down, spreading her legs.... and she just started rubbing her crotch really hard... I just about died.
So I got my voice back and reminded her of the movie, and as she passed me on the staircase on her way down (it was really steep so I gave her a hand), she reached behind her in a way no one could see and stroked my erection powerfully. I almost choked, it felt so good.
Continued in part 2...