Sandra - Sex Stories

Sandra

... &#034Wow, that sounds familiar.&#034 &#034You too?&#034 &#034Yeah, more or less. I really screwed up my last couple years in high school, and by the time I got cleaned up, I'd missed my chances at all the big schools. I thought about just quitting, but my mom and dad pushed me to applying here and, well, here we are.&#034 &#034Yep, here we are,&#034 she repeated. &#034So, how'd you know this was my room?&#034 I asked her, a little more point-blank than I had intended. &#034It's not like I was spying on you or anything,&#034 she said. &#034I remembered that you came up here for school after you graduated. I didn't know if you were even still here, but I asked a couple of the older girls on my floor if they ever heard of you.&#034 I shifted in my chair a little, suddenly a bit uncomfortable with the thought of what someone from home might have heard if they asked about me around campus. &#034So who told you where to find me?&#034 I asked. &#034I mean, not like I'm, like I was hiding from you or anything. I'm just wondering.&#034 &#034Well, I asked a couple girls in the common room on my floor if they knew you and both said you were here in this building. They said if I came over here & asked around, I could probably find someone who'd know how to find you. I ran into this black girl coming out the door when I walked up, and she told me exactly where to find you.&#034 I knew right away who she meant. The school wasn't segregated or anything like that, but black students were ...

... definitely in the minority. And in my building there was only one black girl, Kathy. We'd gotten together a couple times toward the end of the spring semester. &#034Yeah, that'd be Kathy. We, um, dated, a couple times last year.&#034 Sandra gave me a bit of a funny look but seemed to ignore my discomfort. &#034So,&#034 she started, and then let her words drop. I waited a minute for her to continue, but she just sat there. She was so unlike the flirty, confident girl I'd known when she was dating Micah. She seemed unsure, tentative, almost afraid. &#034You said today was rough,&#034 I said, breaking the silence. &#034What happened?&#034 And that was all it took. She looked me directly in the eyes, and I could see tears welling up in her own. &#034It was awful. Totally sucked. I had an okay class yesterday, but every one of my professors today was just so mean. And it's only the second day and I've already got more homework than I can possibly do. I'm already behind, and my roommate, and I don't know anyone here and if I screw up my mom and dad are gonna kill me and I can't go home and—&#034 And then she just trailed off again, and her tears started to flow. I didn't know what to do, so I stood up and went over next to her. &#034Hey,&#034 I started, &#034hey, Sandra? It's okay. It gets better, I promise.&#034 She looked up at me through her tears, so I kept going. &#034I had a rough first week here, too. I mean, yeah, it's different from being back at home, but it gets better. And ...