My first year in college I was living in a dorm populated by freshman at a university which was then still an all-male institution at the undergraduate level. There was one graduate student living on our floor, given a free room to act as an advisor to the freshmen. I will call him Günter, which was not his name, because his field was medieval German literature and his favorite contemporary author was Günter Grass.
Günter was not a good influence on us. Every week he would take liquor orders. The drinking age in New Jersey then was 21, so none of us could legally buy alcohol. He had a price list from Nassau Liquors, right across the street from campus, and would charge only what the price list said and wanted cash in advance by noon on Friday. Every Friday at about 4pm he would come back from Nassau Liquors with whatever we had ordered. Most people didn't know that he got a 10% discount as a volume buyer there and was making quite a nice amount of money from this activity every week.
Günter also ran a poker game every other Sunday night in his suite, beginning right after dinner. Very small stakes, you could bet five cents or ten cents on any round of betting. Sometimes I won and sometimes I lost, but Günter somehow always won. His suite consisted of two rooms, a sitting room where we played poker and his bedroom.
There was a poker game on Sunday, March 16th, 1969. As the game broke up a few minutes after midnight, Günter and I were the last two people in his room, and the only two winners that day.
"Why are you looking sad, Len?" Günter asked me. "You're the big winner today, you must be up about $10."
"$9.85," I said. I got up and looked at my watch and noticed it was 12:04am. "I'm sad because it's now March 17th, my 19th birthday, and I'm still a virgin."
"That is very sad," he said. "Never fucked anybody in high school?"
"No," I said honestly, "the most I ever got was a hand job."
"Have a seat and let me make a phone call," said Günter, going into his bedroom where his telephone was and closing the door. I sat back down at the poker table.
Five minutes later Günter emerged smiling.
"I know lots of the girls at Westminster Choir College," said Günter. (That is a residential conservatory of music located in Princeton, New Jersey.) "A very pretty student there, named Linda, is willing to come here and solve your problem. It's very late, though, so she does want taxi fare here and back."
"How much will the round trip taxi fare be?" I asked, only somewhat shocked at Günter's proposal.
"Fifty," he said, sticking out his hand.
I gave him $50 which he stuck into his pocket. He told me to go to my own room and wait. I was living in a suite with a private bedroom and a living room shared by two other freshmen. I waited in the living room. My two roommates were not around; I presumed that they had already gone to sleep to be up for Monday morning classes.
In about twenty minutes there was a soft knock on the door of the suite. An attractive brunette, who appeared to be about 24 or 25 years old, stood there smiling and introduced herself as Lisa. She was about 5'10" tall, wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a black leather jacket. She was slim, perhaps 130 pounds, and had only a modest bosom, I guessed about 34B.
"Oh, Günter said your name was Linda," I said, blushing.
"Names aren't important," she said taking my hand. "I guess your bedroom is the one with the door open?"
"Yes," I said, walking with her into my bedroom.
***
No need for a graphic description. I came in about two minutes flat, being overly excited. I was embarrassed at the quickness, but Lisa hugged me and said, "Let's try it again, more slowly."
The second time took about 20 minutes and was much, much better.
***
I got out of bed and put my pants back on. Lisa was still lying in my bed naked. I knelt down and kissed her soles, alternately, about ten times each.
"You don't have to do that," she said, smiling but pulling her feet away.
I didn't tell her that I very much wanted to do that, but instead just said, "Thank you for the best birthday present that I ever got or ever will get."
After she got dressed, I reached for my wallet and tried to give her more money, saying "You need cab fare back to Westminster."
"No," she said, "that's not necessary, Günter will drive me back."
She hugged me and told me that I was very sweet. The last I ever saw of her was her back as she walked down the hall and then went into Günter's suite.
I have no idea how much of the $50, if any, Günter gave to her.
Günter was not a good influence on us. Every week he would take liquor orders. The drinking age in New Jersey then was 21, so none of us could legally buy alcohol. He had a price list from Nassau Liquors, right across the street from campus, and would charge only what the price list said and wanted cash in advance by noon on Friday. Every Friday at about 4pm he would come back from Nassau Liquors with whatever we had ordered. Most people didn't know that he got a 10% discount as a volume buyer there and was making quite a nice amount of money from this activity every week.
Günter also ran a poker game every other Sunday night in his suite, beginning right after dinner. Very small stakes, you could bet five cents or ten cents on any round of betting. Sometimes I won and sometimes I lost, but Günter somehow always won. His suite consisted of two rooms, a sitting room where we played poker and his bedroom.
There was a poker game on Sunday, March 16th, 1969. As the game broke up a few minutes after midnight, Günter and I were the last two people in his room, and the only two winners that day.
"Why are you looking sad, Len?" Günter asked me. "You're the big winner today, you must be up about $10."
"$9.85," I said. I got up and looked at my watch and noticed it was 12:04am. "I'm sad because it's now March 17th, my 19th birthday, and I'm still a virgin."
"That is very sad," he said. "Never fucked anybody in high school?"
"No," I said honestly, "the most I ever got was a hand job."
"Have a seat and let me make a phone call," said Günter, going into his bedroom where his telephone was and closing the door. I sat back down at the poker table.
Five minutes later Günter emerged smiling.
"I know lots of the girls at Westminster Choir College," said Günter. (That is a residential conservatory of music located in Princeton, New Jersey.) "A very pretty student there, named Linda, is willing to come here and solve your problem. It's very late, though, so she does want taxi fare here and back."
"How much will the round trip taxi fare be?" I asked, only somewhat shocked at Günter's proposal.
"Fifty," he said, sticking out his hand.
I gave him $50 which he stuck into his pocket. He told me to go to my own room and wait. I was living in a suite with a private bedroom and a living room shared by two other freshmen. I waited in the living room. My two roommates were not around; I presumed that they had already gone to sleep to be up for Monday morning classes.
In about twenty minutes there was a soft knock on the door of the suite. An attractive brunette, who appeared to be about 24 or 25 years old, stood there smiling and introduced herself as Lisa. She was about 5'10" tall, wearing blue jeans, sneakers, and a black leather jacket. She was slim, perhaps 130 pounds, and had only a modest bosom, I guessed about 34B.
"Oh, Günter said your name was Linda," I said, blushing.
"Names aren't important," she said taking my hand. "I guess your bedroom is the one with the door open?"
"Yes," I said, walking with her into my bedroom.
***
No need for a graphic description. I came in about two minutes flat, being overly excited. I was embarrassed at the quickness, but Lisa hugged me and said, "Let's try it again, more slowly."
The second time took about 20 minutes and was much, much better.
***
I got out of bed and put my pants back on. Lisa was still lying in my bed naked. I knelt down and kissed her soles, alternately, about ten times each.
"You don't have to do that," she said, smiling but pulling her feet away.
I didn't tell her that I very much wanted to do that, but instead just said, "Thank you for the best birthday present that I ever got or ever will get."
After she got dressed, I reached for my wallet and tried to give her more money, saying "You need cab fare back to Westminster."
"No," she said, "that's not necessary, Günter will drive me back."
She hugged me and told me that I was very sweet. The last I ever saw of her was her back as she walked down the hall and then went into Günter's suite.
I have no idea how much of the $50, if any, Günter gave to her.
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