After Dad Left Chapter 2

After Dad Left
Chapter 2  
 
Because of my unique circumstances, I was allowed to be on campus for a whole month before classes started. Within two weeks, I was housed, issued my books, got my Visa Meal Card, and enrolled in the gym. I’m unsure if my mother even comprehended why I was leaving home. She pretty much drank until she passed out every day. When she came to, she would begin to drink again. I was glad to be out of the house, although strangely, I felt guilty leaving her.  
 
When the first year started, I had classes in Economics, Auditing, College Algebra, Business Statistics, and Advanced Financial Accounting. Against my guidance counselor’s wishes, I added two electives as well. My idea was to complete college in three years rather than four. Even though I loved school, getting a job and working was my goal.  
 
It didn’t take me long to realize several critical things about college life. First and foremost, no one cared whether you attended class. No one cared if you did your homework or not. No one cared if you studied or not. Succeeding or failing was up to you and no one else. Don’t get me wrong, if you needed help, it was available, but you had to seek it out.  
 
Second, there were many people here who partied more than they studied. The dorm rooms were packed full of people partying seven days a week. On weekends, it was worse. Security kept it in check, but it wasn’t hard to find an alternative to studying if you wanted it.  
 
Third, the girls were terrific and very plentiful. No matter where you looked, gorgeous girls milled around in skimpy clothing that left little to the imagination. The year went by quickly, and I decided to take two six-week summer classes. I finished the year with a 3.88 GPA but knew I could improve.  
 
Since I was legally a sophomore by class schedule, not by age, I had to move to another dorm. I was set up three weeks before classes started and worked out at the health club twice daily. I had started my first year at six foot one and about one hundred fifty-eight pounds. I started my sophomore year at one hundred seventy pounds with the same height.  
 
Three days before class started, I was in my dorm room when the door burst open. I wasn’t sure if I was prepared to have a roommate, but looking back now, I would never be ready for my new boarder, Mike Collins.  
 
Mike Collin was short and had long hair halfway down his back. He was the type of guy that, before he even spoke, you knew he was trouble in one form or another.  
 
“What’s up, roomie?” he shouted, throwing several bags on the unoccupied side of the room.  
 
He quickly left and returned several minutes later with the rest of his belongings, which he had brought. He started unpacking and stuffed all his clothes in the large dresser at the foot of his bed, tossing the rest in the bottom of the closet on his side of the room.  
 
In the next ninety minutes, I learned Mike’s entire life story. He hated school but loved the ladies. The only reason he was here was his father's insistence on it. Mike aimed to string his college experience out for as long as possible, ensuring he had the time of his life. This is not the roommate I needed or wanted.  
 
Within the first sixty days, I noticed two things. First, I never saw Mike crack a book once. I know he skipped several classes. Second, he already had three different girls in our room, all of whom he had made out with, maybe more.  
 
Since several people were usually in our room at night, I began studying at the library. I’m sure Mike regarded me as a geek, although he never once said it. A few weeks before mid-term exams would be given, I returned to my room on a Friday night. Surprisingly, it was empty, so I showered and lay on the bed to study for another hour. At eleven, I turned off the light and fell fast asleep.  
 
I opened my eyes slowly to hear voices talking in whispered muffles. Once my eyes grew accustomed to the dark, I could see Mike and a female figure on his bed with their arms around each other. I stayed motionless, not to hide that I was awake. Now and then, the girl would look in my direction to see if perhaps I had awakened.  
 
After maybe ten or fifteen minutes, witnessing what looked like two orgasms from the girl and one by Mike, they both got dressed, and he walked her to the door. I don’t think there was any doubt in Mike’s mind that I was awake, but he climbed back into bed and rolled over, fast asleep.  
 
That situation repeated itself many times that year, so Mike barely passed. Once again, I took two more classes during the summer break, pushing me closer to my diploma. I also made a little over one hundred ninety pounds at the gym. I worked a little with a female trainer at the gym who showed me little tricks to help me along.  
 
The summer went smoothly; somehow, Mike was my roommate again for my junior year. This was probably because I stayed in the room all summer, but I wasn’t looking forward to another wild year. In my junior year, the advanced accounting classes covered accounting operations and patterns, mergers of public holding companies, foreign currency exchange, and local currencies. I would still have to take a fourth year at this rate, but I could elect courses that would expand what I had already taken.  
 
Halfway through my junior year, I had gotten to two hundred nine pounds, and Addison, or Addy as she preferred to be called, told me she wanted to change my routine; instead of lifting as much weight as I possibly could, she tried to increase my repetitions with much lighter weight.  
As she claimed, this would give my body more definition and shape. Then, if need be, and I was not happy with the result, I could go back and pound the weight. The new routine she put me on was strenuous and left me exhausted when I left the club. But it quickly showed its result as my body began chiseling under the lighter weight. We were approaching mid-terms again when Addy approached me for the first time about schoolwork. She was majoring in corporate management, and right after the mid-terms, she had to start on her final in her advanced accounting class. She needed to form her own company, achieve financing, staff it, complete zoning requirements, and do a financial audit. She admitted she found this daunting and asked if there was any way I could point her in the right direction. I answered that I could; I had done this assignment the year before. We agreed to finish mid-terms and then revisit the subject right after.  
 
After mid-terms in my junior year, I again achieved a 4.0 GPA and was ranked third in my class, which was not bad for a twenty-year-old. Right after the exams, I approached Addy about the project she had due at the end of the year. We agreed to train in the evening, shower, then go to the library and begin work on her project. This would also give Mike exclusive room use until about ten at night.  
 
The last half of my junior year was quite challenging. I kept extremely busy with my classwork, training at the gym, and helping Addy in the library. I had already loaded my senior year with graduate classes. By attending summer classes during my senior year and taking one semester the following year, I could graduate with my master’s in a year and a half. I needed 150 credits and passed the CPA Exam to achieve my goal. I would be only twenty-one and have A Master of Accounting Degree, which is no small feat.  
 
We were using Addy’s training method, which paid off for me. I was getting looks from girls all over campus. Not even looks, but mostly stares. My weight had dropped to one hundred eighty-five pounds, but I also had a twenty-eight-inch waist. We finished all the research for Addy’s project, and now it was time to put the project together and then bind it. We brainstormed where to work since we had a long weekend ahead. Addy told me her roommate was going out of town for the weekend, so using her room would not be a problem. We agreed to meet in the cafeteria for breakfast on Saturday morning, then return to Addy’s room and begin work.  
 
Addy was not a girl that most men consider beautiful at first glance. She always wore her black hair in a ponytail pulled back tight. She wore no makeup and always had baggy, athletic clothes on. I had seen Addy in Spandex, so I knew she had an incredible body under those baggy clothes.  
She was very soft-spoken and used only enough words to convey what she wanted to say. She was levelheaded and very sure of everything she did.  
 
We ate breakfast and then walked across campus back to her room. As we stopped at the door of her dorm room for her to open the door, a girl was walking down the hallway.  
 
“Ooh la la, Addy. Bringing a boy back to your room? You go, girl.”, the young woman giggled.  
 
Addy did not remark, simply opening the door and stepping in. I followed her in, and she closed the door behind me. Addy’s room was similar to mine, just laid out differently. She did have a small table with two chairs in the corner, which would be perfect for sitting and working.  
 
We worked for nearly nine hours to ensure everything was in the correct order for the presentation. I received a ninety-seven on mine, and this one was better. We finally took a break at about six thirty when Addy suggested we order a pizza since we had no lunch. I agreed, and she called the pizza place on campus, and they told us it would be delivered by seven.  
 
The pizza came as promised, and we ate, taking a break and talking briefly, which was odd for Addy. We went back to work around eight and finished up about ten or thirty. I had been sitting on a hard wooden chair all day, so when I got up, it showed—or at least Addy immediately noticed.  
 
“Tim, lay down right over there on the rug face down.”, she instructed.  
 
“I’m ok, Addy. I am going to go back.” I started.  
 
“Hush, Tim. Please lay down,” she asked sternly.  
 
I moved across the room, slowly fell to my knees, and lay down. Soon, I felt Addy’s body right above me as she straddled my lower back. She rested her weight on my lower back and the top of my butt, leaning forward slightly. Seconds later, I felt her firm, smooth hands touch my shoulders.  
 
She slowly rubbed my shoulders with slight pressure, kneading the muscles between her fingers. Within minutes, she had me so relaxed I probably could have fallen asleep on the floor. She moved down my body so that she was now sitting on my lower thighs as her strong hands worked my lower back. She got up on her knees and ordered me to roll over. I did so, and she sat back down on my lower thighs and began rubbing my large upper thigh muscles.  
 
Instantly, I could feel my dick beginning to swell inside my shorts as her thumbs stroked the insides of my thighs. She slowly moved her hands up a bit further until her fingers were softly rubbing my hard dick. I opened my eyes to look up at Addy, who was now unbuttoning the top button of my jeans.  
 
“Uh, Addy, I have.” I started to protest.  
 
“Tim, I want you to know that this is for stress relief only, nothing more.”, she whispered.  
 
She unbuttoned the top button of my jeans and slowly slid the zipper down, never taking her eyes off mine. She slowly reached inside my shorts and pulled my cock out quickly. She slowly began to stroke me up and down, her eyes fixated on my shaft. I can’t even begin to describe how good it felt or the sensation she was giving me. No one had ever touched me before, and it felt amazing. After a minute, she stood up and lowered her hand to me. She grasped my extended arm and pulled me up to my feet. She pulled me over to the bed and pushed me down. I moved over, allowing her room to enter, but I was unsure what would happen. She untied the strings on the waistband of her sweatpants and pushed them down her legs. She had a small, shaved patch of fabulous hair above her pussy in the shape of a triangle. She sat up on the bed next to me, immediately lowering her right hand between her legs. She rubbed herself circularly, then nodded at me to do the same. I felt a little embarrassed at first, but I wrapped my hand around my hard cock and began to stroke myself as I had done many times before.  
 
After a few seconds, all my inhibitions faded as I watched Addy masturbate in front of me. Addy was staring at my cock as I had a steady pace, jerking it up and down. Addy leaned back on her left arm, giving me a better view of her glistening pussy.  
 
“Want to feel it?” she smiled.  
 
I nodded yes and extended my left arm until my fingers touched hers. I extended one finger and slowly eased it inside of her as she quickened her pace with her right hand. After a few seconds, she asked me to cum with her, saying that she was ready. I leaned back much like she had done a few minutes ago and squeezed my cock firmly as I stroked it up and down. I knew I was not going to last very long.  
 
Suddenly, Addy moaned softly, and her entire body became rigid, and she furiously rubbed herself back and forth. She remained motionless for a few seconds, then leaned forward, burying her right hand between her legs. I felt the cum race up my shaft and explode from the head of my cock. The first deposit landed on Addy’s thigh, and wave after wave of hot cum erupted from my shaft, coating my stomach and hand with my fluids.  
 
Addy reached across and pushed my hand away, then began to stroke my still-hard cock in her hand, rubbing the underside of my shaft. My cum had lubricated my shaft, and her right hand glided effortlessly up and down on my erection. She continued to stroke me until I had begun to soften in her capable hand. She got up, went to the bathroom, returned with a warm towel, and handed it to me.  
 
“Thanks, Tim, I needed that,” she giggled.  
 
“Uh, anytime.” I laughed.  
 
I was glad to see nothing changed between Addy and myself in the following weeks. At first, I was worried that she might be embarrassed after what we shared, but after seeing her a few times, I saw no evidence. I told her I wanted my weight to stay about two hundred ten pounds. She immediately put me on a high-protein diet, which was unbelievable. I ate five times daily, worked out four days hard, and then took one day off. I repeated this cycle for close to four months and pushed my weight up to two hundred and fifteen pounds. I decided to continue to work out during the summer and then return to Addy’s original defining workout afterward.  
 
Addy finished the project we worked on and got a score of ninety-nine. She was pleased and thanked me for helping her. She was returning home for the summer but would return for her senior year in mid-August. I would also be a senior next year, but I knew I still had another half-year or so with my master’s degree.  
 
By the end of July, I was at two hundred twenty-one pounds, so I decided to continue for one more month. That way, Addy would be back when I changed routines. I pushed hard through August until Addy returned on the twenty-first of that month. I was in the gym when she walked in.  
 
“Damn Tim, you have been hitting it hard, huh?” she stated, hugging me firmly.  
 
“I've Been trying, Addy. I was waiting on you before switching back to the other routine,” I replied.  
 
 
 
To be continued