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Douggie Hamilton
21
6' 0"
auburn hair
brown eyes
9th pick NHL Draft - captain of college hockey team

Dougie was a pro. He had been drafted by before going to college 4 years ago. He had excelled in his college hockey days, and the team that drafted him were throwing more and more money at him. He wanted the college degree. He knew that they would probably stick him in the minors and he might as well just play college until he was ready. He was a big man on campus. He had wanted a studio apartment that would be quite and private. While he was the captain of the college team and an outgoing guy he had been pestered by everyone in high school and thought living alone, a little secluded would allow him a bit more peace and quite. It was also good for his extra-curricular activities.

It was senior spring but being a double major he still had a real course load. Business 324, busines 325, econ 326, and Soc 125 econ 398. He was an allright student getting mostly Bs, he knew that he wasn't going to need academics in his professional life but he still tried. It was in his Soc 125 class that he struggled the most, which was odd because it was a freshman class. he tried and tried to get it but couldn't master and did poorly in lab. The professor knowing that his weakness was labs had just repartnered him with a female student who was really quite.

That day in class they first met. "Hi, I'm douggie"
 
Lily was a freshman, and if that wasn't bad enough, she was a geek. In High School, it had been ok, because her friends were geeks and they all went to the same movies together, read the same books and played the same games. Now she was in college, and she didn't have those friends. She had people she hung out with, mostly the ohter girls on her hall, but she didn't really know any of them. She didn't know anyone.

Now she was supposed to help this senior pass Sociology. The girls on her hall said he was supposed to be some sort of superjock, Captain of the Hockey team and virtual God on campus. In all probability, she was supposed to just shut up and do the work for him, but she figured she'd at least try to get him to do his fair share. She had her long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail, and she wore a hooded sweatshirt and jeans that kept anyone from noticing her 34dd 24 36 figure. Her friends all told her she would be hot if she'd just dress the part, but she wasn't sure she wanted all that boy drama.

"Hi, I'm Douggie," the guy said when Professor Lewis introduced them after class.

"I'm Lily," she mumbled, looking up at him. "So what do you have on the assignment for next week?"
 
"I made an outline, not much more besides that. It's a rather large assignment I know, but I've just been so busy."

He was hopeless lost in the class and after talking with his academic counselor and the teacher they had agreed to partner him with a student in the class who was doing really well. He was surprised when they paired him with this little blond girl her hid her figure. She always seemed so shy though when she made a point in class there seemed to be something behind it.

When she sat down next to him he was a little stunned. She hid her figure but looking at her, past her hoodie, she was was actually quite adorable. "Have you started it?"
 
"Of course," she said. "I just have to do my introduction and I'm done."
She looked at the paper he handed her, and frowned. She scribbled a few notes in the margins, on things that he had either missed or misunderstood. Then she glanced at her watch, and scribbled her number.
"I have another class right now," she said. "Call me and we'll find a time when we can get together. I mean, you know, to work on your project."
She blushed, hoping that hadn't sounded too strange. It wasn't that he wasn't good looking. He was really everything her friends had built him up to be. She just had a feeling he was used to girls throwing themselves at him. It was bad enough that she had to coach him through Sociology, without anything like that to make it more awkward.
 
Shit he hadn't even begun his paper and she had basically finished it. Was he that bad? "I'm impressed, you must do really well."

When he got back his paper he cringed there was more red on it than black. Usually teachers just put a B+ on his stuff and handed it back. It got to the point where he would say things 3 pages in like "Elvis is alive" and no one would correct him. What did he get himself into here.

She hadn't thrown herself at him and he loved it, she was cute and irresistable but had resisted him. these girls were fun. grasping her arm as she turned to run, "I;ll cal you later tonight".
 
She nodded as she gathered her books, but something in his voice when he said he'd call her made her look up. He was looking at her with this smile on his face that made her blush, instantly, and she looked away in a heartbeat.

"O...OK," she mumbled. "I'll talk to you then."

She headed to her next class feeling like something had happened, but she wasn't quite sure what.
 
He watched as she blushed. He wanted to run his hand through her hair and kiss her but he knew he shouldn't.

He had another class and practice that night before he could give her a call and get together over the assignment. Practice was a lot of cardio and it beat the hell out of him. After practice and showering he walked back to his apartment and called her.

"Hey, I just got out of practice. Are you free tonight?"
 
Lily had been settling down to watch a movie when the phone rang. She debated letting her voicemail catch it, but at the last minute, she pulled it from her bag and answered.

"Sure," she told Douggie. "I'll be right over."

He lived in an apartment just off campus, which seemed like heaven to her, after sharing a tiny room with another girl for a semester and a half. She looked at herself in her sweatpants nd baggy t shirt, and knew she had to change. She threw on a pair of jeans. Instead of wearing one of her usual baggy hoodies, though, she put on one of her roommates tight little tank tops. It was pretty skimpy on her roommate, who was a couple of cup sizes smaller than Lily. On Lily, it looked like her breasts were trying to break out, and might make it at any moment.

"Why not?" she said to herself, and started down the path to his neighborhood.
 
He had just gotten home and thrown a roast into the oven. The team had a dietician who helped them bulk up. She had given directions and planned their diets basically day to day. Today was a roast.

He took a beer from the fridge and popped the cap and took a sip. His phone rang and it was her. "Hi... You're downstairs.... I"ll be right there."

Going downstairs he was a girl in baggy clothes instead he was surprised by this girl who had transformed into a woman. Her breasts popping out. He tried not to look, but she had transformed herself. He simply had a pair of jeans and a tight shirt on that showed his physique.

"Thanks for coming, I'm up on the 3rd floor. Why don't we go up."

Walking into his room he offered her a drink and told her where they would be working. "Lets get started"
 
The way his eyes popped when he looked at her chest made her feel even more nervous than she had before. She had worn the top on a whim, but she wasn't sure she should have. A huge amount of her creamy white breasts were exposed, almost to hte nipples, and the deep cleavage between made her look like she was trying to get picked up. What if he thought she wanted him to come onto her? Did she want him to come on to her?

As she followed him up the stairs, something seemed to fill the air. It was a second before she realized he was roasting something, and a minute later before she thought about how long it had been since she'd had any real food. It had been either the cafeteria, or take out since she was home at christmas.

"You're so lucky you get to live off campus," she said, and then answered him. "I'll have whatever you're having."
 
As she walked up the stairs he couldn't help but think she blushed a little. Was she a flirt he wondered. He opened the door and walked in. Pointing to his work station he grabbed two beers and checked on the the roast.

Passing her the beer he gave her his keys, which had a bottle opener on it, and asked "I'm making supper a beef roast. I always make more than i need to. There's a baked potato as well if you want it. Our team gives us this food and tells us to eat it but its just too much."

He sat down and said "So where should we start on this assignment."

They talked for a while and he thought they were making progress. It was tough to concentrate with her there but he managed.

As the kitchen timer bell rang he pulled out 2 plates. After checking the meat he put a fair portion on each plate and a baked potato. He grabbed two more beers and said "Let's go eat on the patio, theres a nice view of the park and of campus and it's beautiful with the sun setting."
 
She couldn't help smiling. Meat and potatoes, and more than she would eat in a week. She looked at him and thought, he's a big guy, he needs to keep that up. He wasn't big like some guys though. While he wasn't all bulging muscles and popping veins like some steroid popping gym rat, he had little fat on him, and his mass looked solid, hard. For just a moment she wanted to feel how strong he was. How hard he was.

She blushed and took a sip of her beer and wrinkled her nose. She wasn't used to it, having skipped the party scene entirely in high school, and only gone to a few in college. They tended to be too loud, too wild, too strange for her.

"Wow," she said as she sat at the little picnic table on his patio. "Think it's too late for me to go out for hockey? They really take care of you guys."
 
The image of her scrunching her nose was adorable. His blonde tutor spilling out of her tank top. He couldn't resist but to watch her.

"We're always looking for cheerleaders." He gave a small laugh.

He directed out on the patio and they sat and ate. The sun was setting and it was peaceful. The watched as the people below them moved to and fro. He pointed to other athletes apartments showing her his goalie, the starting quarterback among others. It was a nice area where he lived and athletes tended to live together.

They talked about their hopes and dreams and they laughed. It was a good chat. As the sun set they finished. "I hope you enjoyed supper." He took her two plates and told her to sit and rest that she'd already been great help. He came back and sat down on the lounge chair and told her to take its partner. They sat for a while deep in conversation.
 
He wasn't at all like she had expected. When her professor had told him he was captain of the hockey team, she had imagined some thuggish neanderthal with half his teeth knocked out who could barely speak. Instead, she found he was not just good looking and built, but calm and charming and even gentle. True, she caught him looking at her chest a few times, but it was her fault for wearing such a skimpy top. It made her a little nervous, but not in a bad way, she thought.

Talking to him was a little too easy, and before she knew it, the sun had set. They were on their third beer, if she counted right, and she felt more than a little buzz. She also felt the night's chill, and she was glad it was dark on the patio, or he'd have had a hard time not noticing her nipples standing up hard.
 
Grabbing another two beers from the fridge, it was a friday night after all and Saturday was his one free day of the week he didn't mind imbibing, the company was great and he hoped she would stay a while more. Drinking another beer would keep her there for a moment longer.

As the sun finally set he turned on a bit of mood lighting on the porch. it was a dim light but it was enough to see each other without really letting anyone around see them. When he came back he sat on her lounge chair and bent over and kissed her in a deep passionate kiss, his hand running through the back of her hair. He kissed her again and then her neck and finally he stopped it had seemed like she had frozen through all this he looked into her eyes....
 
She was so stunned when he kissed her that she froze like a deer in headlights. She opened her mouth as his tongue slid in, but before she could think what to do, he stopped, to look at her. For a moment, she thought that she'd already blown it. She had been kissed before, true, but only a few times, in high school, with a guy she had known since birth, almost. That had been interesting, and fun, and she'd thought that's what it was meant to be.

This was not like that at all, though. This was like a shock of electricity that made her think about all sorts of things, but mostly, wanting more. She kissed him back when he leaned in again, lips and tongue dancing eagerly with his, arms slipping around his neck, as she sat up in her chair, trying to get closer to him.
 
He whispered to her "your beautiful". He smiled at her and as she brought her arms around him he kissed her again, their tongues entwined, a deep passionate kiss. He backed away slightly and let his hands start at her waist and play up her body, coming back down again he grabbed the bottom of her tank top and slowly pulled it up. when it was off he kissed the top of her chest and he felt her breath on the back of his neck. He smiled and continued.

He kissed her neck and then her again, their tongues caught in a duet. His hand running through the back of her hair down her body, pulling her closer to him. his hand ran down to her shorts and he unbuttoned them. slowly he took them down. Kissing her pussy softly and then her thighs and legs. when they were off he hooked her leg and flipped her on top.
 
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This was it, she realized, as he slid her shorts and panties down. She was about to lose her virginity. She hadn't even known the guy yesterday, and he was the last sort of person she'd have imagined this happening with. She knew, somewhere in the back of her mind, that he probably had loads of girls, that she was just another freshman he'd fuck and forget, but it didn't matter. She had never wanted anyone the way she wanted him. As her shorts slipped off her ankles, she felt her thighs opening for him. She realized she was soaked, and looked up at him with her eyes wide. She pulled him down, kissing him, as her legs twined around his waist.
 
He kissed her again. Biting her neck he continued. His hand taking hers he gripped it tightly. His other hand pulling her tightly into him. He positioned himself and entered forcefully at first. He kissed her again.....
 
Her legs slipped around his waist, holding him tight, and as he stroked slowly into her, the sudden jab of pain that had come when he first took her turned slowly to pleasure. She began to rock against him, moaning as he slid in and out of her.
 
They continued in their embrace for a while. Him kissing her. thrusting in unison. his hands running through the curves of her body. he was happy looking at her, he never wanted this to end. Finally looking deep into her eyes he took one of her hands in his and the other slid through her hair he looked at her and kissed her a deep passionate kiss.
 
She pushed against him, meeting the thrusts of his cock with her own hips rocking up. As he kissed her, she began to feel it coming in her, a hot wave of pleasure that was growing by the stroke.
 
Feeling her hands upon him he took her hands in his and pushed them down on the chair. He bowed his head and kissed her again. He continued thrusting with her in unison feeling her pussy around his cock he loved the feel of her. He let go of her hands and ran his hand through her hair and smiled at her, locking eyes he continued.

Their embrace continued for some time and he came closer and closer to his end. He could see the pleasure he was giving her and wanted it to last as long as possible. He watched as she closed her eyes for a brief moment and smiled again. Thrusting in unison, his hands ran the curves of her body and finally arrived at her neck where he bent down and kissed it softly.
 
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