It was the March of the spring semester of 1991. At the time I was in my Junior year at Bradford College, doing my best to survive academically in a student body where nearly everyone else was at least 5 years younger than me. It was hard because while I like to think I am a dedicated student, I had to live off campus at my mother's house so I wouldn't have to take out as much financial aid.

Back then my dreams were carrying me through. But I got good grades. And I had a very loving boyfriend, Nathan was another full time student who lived off campus, and he was my age (27 at the time), so we saw most things eye to eye. The only thing that sometimes bothered me about Nathan was that he never seemed to get really intense about anything. Maybe being a dancer I saw things in a more vivid hue than he did, but he could have at least made an effort now and then. But he was a perfect introvert, he kept most things inside. The only times he was ever outwardly passionate were in bed and on paper - he was an aspiring writer, my Nathan.

So when Dave began bothering me in swim class, I guess I wasn't surprised when Nathan didn't do anything on my behalf. I'd told him about the incidents, but he just asked if I wanted him to do something, and of course I wasn't just going to come right out and say it; naturally he had to be the enlightened new age male who takes everything at face value. But I'm getting ahead of myself.

I had to take swim class to satisfy the physical fitness requirements of my degree. I found I enjoyed the class, at least at first. It was nice to have something physical to do to work off some of the stress from my other classes. But there was this guy in the class, a skinny freshman named "Dave". He was a little shorter than me (I'm a little on the tall side for a woman), unremarkable features, wiry and angular, and a bit on the thin side.

I didn't pay him any notice until one day as I was eating lunch in the student union, he came over and sat down with me. Nathan was in class at the time, and I didn't know anyone else there. It's hard to fit in when you live off-campus. So when Dave sat down I was grateful for the company and I guess I was very friendly to him. I mean I didn't make any overtures or anything, it's just that it's in my nature to be gregarious and if I decide to talk to someone then I really talk to them and try to have a good time. He didn't really have much of a social repertoire so I mostly carried the conversation. He asked the usual questions freshman ask, where was I from, what classes was I taking, etc etc. His face had a tendency to slip into a nervous grin from time to time. About the only thing he really seemed to be passionate about was this strange series of novels that was like 30 books long, it was about a werewolf or something. But he was friendly enough and it was as good a way to pass the time as any.

I told Nathan about it later and he didn't seem to have much of a reaction. I suppose if I'd had lunch with one of the guys on the volleyball team he might have shown a bit of jealousy but to him Dave was a non-entity. But apparently Dave wasn't to be dismissed so lightly.

It all happened in swim class - the first time was when I caught him staring at my butt when he didn't think I was looking. When he did notice, his face reddened a bit and he turned away. I couldn't believe this guy. Then as he was dipping into the pool I noticed he had a heavy erection in his swim trunks. Either he somehow didn't notice it or else he was so callous that he didn't even care, but I could not believe anyone could be so shameless. It's not as if that was the first time a man had run his eyes over me; as I said I'm tall, with a good hourglass figure and long, long legs, my face is a bit cherubic with a small mouth and pouting lips, and my chestnut hair is long and naturally wavy. Dancing keeps my body strong and firm, and I use skin cream every day to keep myself soft and fresh. I'd been with quite a few guys before I met Nathan (I was hoping he would be the one). But I'm getting off the subject - I'm used to being looked at by guys, but it's another thing when you are not only in the same class, but you're both in swimwear.

The next time he got a little bolder. We were all swimming in the deep end, and I suddenly looked down and noticed him underwater, lazily stroking in place, gazing intently at my groin. I hadn't noticed him until then, I didn't know how long he'd been doing it but I got really embarrassed and climbed out of the pool as fast as I could, padded to the showers shivering and hugging my arms to my sides. My feelings at that moment were a mix of mortification and something else. All I know is that I felt something I shouldn't have felt, when I thought of his eyes on me, it was like I had to remind myself to be mortified. It was after that incident that I told Nathan. I'd really hoped he'd read between the lines and go take care of this for me, but of course he'd taken me at my word, and I began to feel a hopeless sense of foreboding growing in me. I didn't like being looked at like that and I didn't like some of the feelings it provoked in me.

I began to dread having to go to swim class. Dave grew bolder with his staring and sometimes he was slower to look away when I caught him at it. I sometimes wished he'd pester one of the other girls in the class but it seemed like he'd formed some connection to me, the others might as well not have been there for all that he was concerned. The worst part was after class we all hopped in the showers to wash off the chlorine. Well there was just the one long communal shower with faucets along one wall, so of course you had to wash off in your swimsuit. He would get these really big hard-ons watching me rub myself down. Inevitably as I rubbed the soap into a lather I would make my body quiver and jiggle. I had never before been so conscious of my sexuality. I tried my best to keep it as quick and innocent looking as possible but it didn't matter, just the sight of my hands rubbing my pale, soap-slippery body under the rushing spray seemed to get him excited. I no longer tried to make him look away by staring back at him, because he'd become bold enough by then that he would just return my gaze with a dumb grin on his face; at least if I pretended not to notice I wouldn't embarrass myself in front of the other students by acknowledging my helplessness in this matter.

But my body still burned beneath his gaze. One day I was really exhausted from staying up all night studying. To make things even worse I'd tried working off some stress last night making love to Nathan but it had been very unsatisfying and he had spent himself on me before I was near my climax and then had been unable to get another rise. So I'd gone to the library to spend the rest of the night studying and steeping in my abject frustration while Nathan went to bed (his midterms weren't for another couple weeks). So I was in the shower after swim class, and I guess I lost track of the time thinking about my exams, because when I came out to everyone else had already finished their showers and left for the locker rooms. Everyone except Dave.

True to form he was hugely erect beneath his trunks. I wanted to just leave at that point but I guess I felt I had something to prove, because I made myself stay - somehow it seemed as if I would be letting him win if I left without finishing my soaping and rinsing. God I'd been so wrapped up in my thoughts I hadn't even started yet. I picked up the soap and started working up a lather. I just told myself to ignore him, pretend he wasn't there. His eyes were on me every second. It was like standing in a spotlight.

In spite of myself I began to feel a bit giddy, knowing his eyes were fastened on me as I touched myself not ten feet away beneath the rushing hot water. There was so much steam everything was hazy and soft-edged. I turned away from him, something I had always been careful not to do, and arched my back under the spray as I washed my back. He was making me feel very sexy, it no longer seemed so important to remember to act offended; no one else was around to see. Why not? I snuck a quick peek back over my shoulder, sure enough he was staring hard at my body, his cock was quite stiff, barely restrained by his swim trunks. His chest rose and fell as he breathed in short gasps, hands clenching and unclenching by his sides. His rapt attention made me excruciatingly conscious of my womanliness and I was starting to get excited now. I lathered soap on to my breasts and fondled them as I rinsed. My nipples were painfully erect beneath my bikini top and I bit back a slight moan as they responded to the touch. My hands traveled down my sides to slowly caress my hips I turned around to find him standing directly in front of me.

I had enough time to say "I-" before his mouth was on mine and his wiry arms were around me. He pressed his belly tight against mine and I could feel the burning heat of his cock through our swim suits, jutting against my stomach brazenly. I was in shock. Teasing was one thing, but I never said anything about touching! He was kissing me hard and before I could remember to close my mouth he had his tongue in my mouth, deep as it would go. I think I made a squeak or something but my eyes, initially wide with surprise, began to slip closed as he moved against me, his thin hips pumping against my lush ones, his bulge rubbing against my sex, holding me close with a surprising strength. I had the sense that I could fight my way loose, I was a little taller and I knew I was in much better shape than he was, but somehow I couldn't seem to muster the will to stop him.

His need for me was all-consuming and it drew me in helplessly like a moth to a candle flame. Still I hugged my arms across my breasts and didn't do much to return the kiss. I was tense with a mixture of excitement and revulsion, but he had me backed against the wall and all I could do was stand there and let him rub against me. Abruptly he took my face in his hands and pulled me down before him into a squat. I couldn't believe this kid wanted me to suck his dick right here in the shower. His hand was on the back of my head, pulling me close. His erection looked enormous this close. Helplessly I knelt before him and kissed his still covered penis. It was so hard I could feel the veiny texture through the taut fabric. He groaned and pushed his hips against my face, holding my head in place with both hands now. After a few seconds of rubbing against my face he pulled down his trunks and stood before me fully exposed, just inches away. His cock was about average length but quite thick, and the heat radiated against my face like a carnal baptism. He ran his fingers into my wet hair and whispered my name as he pushed it into my mouth. He filled my mouth with his hot girth, I ran my tongue along it as best I could but mostly he just pumped in and out of my small mouth. I looked up but his eyes were closed in rapture. Holding my head in place he increased his tempo, bucking his hips in liquid thrusts as he fucked my mouth faster and faster. Now he was penetrating a little ways on down my throat. I'd only done that once before and I hadn't liked it - I was becoming alarmed. I placed my hands on his hips and pulled loose. His cock popped free of my tight mouth with a wet sound and a slight trickle of saliva and pre-cum dribbled down my chin. The corners of my mouth ached from being stretched. Breathing hard I got to my feet, intending to leave then and there.

Angry at being forestalled so abruptly, Dave grabbed me by the upper arms and began kissing me once more. I winced but the mating fever was on me and I couldn't quite muster the will to stop him even now. His hands fumbled at my breasts and he had my bikini top down around my elbows, trapping my arms to my sides and leaving me harshly exposed. He paused to stare at my newly revealed breasts, creamy white and full, the nipples small and tight. I tried to cover myself but my arms were entangled and a second later his hands were groping my bare breasts. His touch was rough but not quite to the point of being painful, he kneaded and stroked and cupped, provoking a dull aching pleasure in my tits. Then he pulled me hard against him for more kissing, my breasts were flattened against his narrow chest, and I felt his angry shaft prodding right up between my thighs, its top running along the length of my pussy, my groin was still covered by my bikini bottom but I felt it between my inner thighs and it made me wet my bikini bottom with helpless arousal. Reached around behind me and put his hands on my bottom. I knew he'd been wanting to touch my ass for weeks now, he gripped a cheek in each hand, squeezing the soft, tender flesh rhythmically as he rubbed his cock around between my legs. I got one arm free of my bikini and reached around back to push his hands away but they would not be dislodged; he continued squeezing and rubbing through my bikini.

The feel of his hands on my ass in tandem with the feel of his burning phallus between my thighs caused me to come and my juices dripped through my bikini bottom to wet his cock. I shuddered and sagged forward against his wiry frame. This drove him crazy. He kissed me one last time and then spun me around to push me full length up against the wall, so that the side of my face was pressed hard against the tiles. I felt my bikini bottom being yanked down around me knees but I was so dizzy with excitement that it didn't seem important that I was now nude save for a couple displaced articles of swimwear, in a public shower. Leaning in close he whispered "Now I'm going to put it in your bum, and you're going to like it."

My eyes widened in alarm. This was the one thing I'd never let a guy do to me. It was disgusting, there was no way- Dave was up against me, moving with a real urgency and I felt the heavy pole of his cock squeezing in between my firm buttocks, searing hot and hard like rock. His chest rubbed against my back as he nuzzled in close, one hand reaching down between us to guide his cock into place. I swallowed, tried to protest, but he had me pinned in place.

The big glans of his cock stabbed up against my anus, still wet with my saliva. His hips clenched behind mine and he started forcing it into me. Dull, throbbing pain flared for an instant before he grunted in frustration as the head slipped free and his cock drove up between my cheeks instead of in through my rectum. I shivered with excitement at the feel of his heavy shaft sandwiched there so blissfully, but a second later he was guiding it back into position, and the pain returned. O God- I half coughed, half grunted as my rosebud stretched wide to accommodate Dave's throbbing cock, he growled as he forced himself deeper, hips pumping smoothly and firmly against mine. "It's so tight" he moaned ecstatically.

It felt like I was getting torn in half as he penetrated me, my eyes stared unseeingly at the wet tiles against my face. He was hugging me tightly from behind, indulging in the soft swell of my bottom as he buggered me relentlessly, savoring my virgin ass. I felt his hands reaching around to grope my pussy as he humped. "Ohh" he groaned, then bit down on my shoulder.

Damn that was going to leave a mark! But somehow this agony was beginning to feel good, the feel of his teeth biting down on my soft flesh was sending pulsing waves of electricity through my body and his hands were starting to feel good on my clit; his touch was clumsy and over-enthusiastic, but it felt just fine put together with everything else he was doing to me. The mixture of pleasure and pain overwhelmed me and I cried as I came for the second time, whimpering helplessly as Dave sodomized me with ruthless abandon. Then we both froze as the sound of voices came to us from the locker room. It was a couple women. I weakly tried to get free, but he wouldn't let go. I became excruciatingly aware of his cock up my ass. All I could do was be still and hope against hope, while he kept me pinned there like that. Then he cupped one hand over my mouth and slowly resumed his evil humping. I couldn't believe it.

He was moving very slowly and quietly, but to be doing such a thing with people in the next room! I tasted my pussy musk on his hand and it dulled my wits, such as were left at that point, and I numbly allowed him to continue. It seemed an eternity before the voices moved away, apparently headed for the gym upstairs. Finally he tensed against me, moaning deep in his throat, I could feel him shuddering against my back as he spurted his hot come up my butt, grinding lewdly against me, bucking his hips against mine until he'd pumped every last drop up my ass. His rhythm slowed, stopped. He pulled free weakly and I sagged against the wall for support. When I turned around he was gone.

I pulled my bikini top and bottom back into place, and left the showers. I had been in there so long my skin was a bit pale and wrinkled from the steam. I found my changing booth where I'd left my things and proceeded to shakily get changed into my clothes. My rump hurt and it was too uncomfortable to sit down so I did everything standing up. Just as I was starting to pull on my socks, I felt an errant trickle of hot fluid escape down my inner thigh. I blushed and got a tissue to clean myself off. Finally I finished dressing and left.

I'd already missed my next class. Now that it was over I felt myself burning with embarrassment. I couldn't believe I'd let him do that to me. My whole body thrummed with awareness, fully awakened and very sensitive. I couldn't remember the last time I'd felt so alive.