The Freshman: Part I
By Tre'




*Author's note:  This is a combination of fact and fantasy related to my 
experiences in school.  If you have any comments or suggestions, please 
post or write to me at trescott@yahoo.com - be patient, however, as I 
can't tell everything at once!* 



 
While checking into my dormitory to begin my sophomore year, my eyes 
fell upon a tall, rather attractive young woman who I'd not seen before. 
"Must be a freshman,"  I thought to myself.  As there were a number of 
student groups offering moving assistance to incoming students, I 
quickly volunteered my services to some  organization and went to work. 
 
After running two armloads of stuff upstairs for some geek, I had worked 
up a pretty decent sweat, and so I set my eyes upon the blonde I'd 
spotted moments earlier.  With careful timing, I approached her just as 
she signed the last of her forms.  "Hi there!" I said, extending my hand 
to her, "My name's Jason."  My perspiration set off my already 
glistening smile. 
 
"Thanks!" she said, with quite a radiant smile. "My name's Julie," as 
she grasped my hand and shook it enthusiastically.  As I stood next to 
her, I determined that she must have been 5-11 or so.  She smiled and 
nodded "yes" when I asked if this was her first year.  Like most of the 
girls, she was wearing shorts and a tank top.  

Now, you may wonder why this attractive green-eyed blonde with the 
amazingly long legs wasn't immediately swarmed by several guys.  Well, 
beneath that beautifully tanned skin lay a physical presence seldom seen 
in one so young as she.  This young 18-year old was BUILT.  I was first 
taken by the round striated deltoids which led down to arms that were so 
thick, yet so ripped, that the muscles virtually danced as she moved.  

And then there were the legs.  My God, those legs!  Almost 6 feet tall, 
those legs stood as monuments unto themselves.  The thick, billowy quads 
provided a muscular symphony when she walked -reminiscent of Anja Langer 
at that age.  The calves were full and wide and tapered down to the 
tiniest ankles on earth! I longed for a chance to see her in heels.  All 
this muscle beset by tiny joints, further enhancing her already perfect 
physique. 

Now, I had done a little lifting over the summer and had managed to put 
on a few pounds.  I was 5-9, 155 lbs and had a bit of definition, but I 
knew that I was in no way a match for this femme.  In an ill-conceived 
attempt to prove that chivalry was indeed alive, I walked over to pick 
up the largest box I had seen her bring inside.  Using proper technique 
(legs, not back), I tugged and strained, but  could not lift the box. I 
had just seen her carry it in!  Noticing my struggle, Julie came over to 
save me from serious injury.  She then lifted the box with the greatest 
of ease, and I was left to carry her handbag and backpack.  Without 
saying a word, she had made me feel about 6 inches shorter.  In silence, 
we walked up to her room, but I knew that she knew she'd just 
embarrassed the crap out of me.  

Damnit! She knew! I don't know which made me feel worse - the fact that 
she was bigger and stronger, or the fact that she didn't say anything 
about it......she knew, but she was going to torture me by making me 
torture myself over the ordeal.  

What a manipulative bitch!  I had a mind to punch her square in the face 
for what she was doing, but I thought better of this -- after all, I was 
a true Southern gentleman. 

End of Part I