Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.) - Sex Stories

Scholarship Essay: "The day I came of age." (CAW Entry.)

... accepted to UCLA, she didn’t want to leave home so far behind. We had all summer to think about our relationship, we decided to split. We liked each other, and the sex was good, but we agreed that long term we weren’t destined to be together. On our ceremonial last evening together, she confessed she was going to give me a blowjob after the movie on my birthday, but I never gave her a chance. She’d given in, and I’d stopped asking. That was part of what she was so confused and pissed about. I collected on Diane's offer before I took off for Stanford. Stanford was great, I was just average, I wasn’t exceptional there. After spending so long standing out in high school, it was cool to be just another guy. Some at Stanford had difficulty adjusting to this new reality, they were too used to being "the" guy. No longer the big fish in their little pond, they were just a little fish in the big pond of Stanford. I did try to drop my surfer dude speech, I got ribbed too much about that. Also I tried to drop all the "likes" in every sentence. Also totally cool about Stanford was that the cheerleaders have brains as well as short red skirts. You gotta love a place where the football team is named after a color, the mascot is a tree (not even that color), and the cheerleaders are called "Dollies" and perform interpretive dance. I managed to snag one of the Dollies, a black chick called Aimee from Alabama. She was a math wiz, she’d been in the US team at a math olympiad. She was never going to ask me for help with math, so I asked her. I had an EM problem where a surface integral over a vector field turned into particularly gnarly partial differential. Once you can start talking, the rest is easy, she though my surfer dude was cool, and man her accent is so sexy. I just can’t help thinking I owe all this to Diane helping me come of age. PS: Aimee says the Dollies aren't cheerleaders, I know that, but I call her one to get a rise out of her. Like calling Jasmine a "Valley Girl".