Date: Sun, 28 Dec 2014 08:48:10 +0000 (UTC) From: F W Subject: Adam & Eva - Book 2 -The College Years - Freshman Year (Chapter 5) A lot of this book is based on actual incidents that I can remember from my life. Some of it is enhanced for effect and some of it is fiction. This of course is for those 18 and older so scram if you are younger. There is consensual sex by M/M, M/F, M/M/M, M/F/F, F/F, F/F/F, incest and young teenager & over sex, and young consensual sex with adults. Names have been changed to protect the innocent and those that wouldn't want to be recognized. Check out Book 1 simply titled Adam and Eva. Let me know what you think at wmaf1@yahoo.com. Copyright @ Fred W PLEASE contribute to the Nifty Archive Alliance so we can keep having a place to submit the writings you love to read. Thanks. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html BOOK TWO- The College Years - Freshman Year CHAPTER 5 – Start of College and I Meet My New Girlfriend or Have I? I was right. Most of the bags were Carly's and she was moving in with us. It was OK. I liked Carly a lot and she and mom can have sex while I'm not here. Carly had a job so she was gone in the morning and early afternoon. It was the first day of school. I had drills today so I drove. I want to bike a bit to keep up my exercise program. As I was driving along to school, I saw Connie walking along the side of the road. "Hey you. Want a ride?" I yelled at Connie. "Hey Adam, of course. How you doing?" as she got into the car. "Great. My mom's college roommate has moved in with us. Her partner moved back in with her parents so now she's living with us. Mom will take good care of her. I go to Gavin because it was close so I could stay close to mom and have her for myself. But now with Carly there, I probably won't have mom to myself." "You can over to my house and we can swim and have fun in the pool," said Connie with a wide smile. "It sounds good to me. We will have to check our schedules. I have chef classes and baseball drills and practice plus studying. And I have one night class which is for cooking for the restaurant and learning restaurant management." We continued to talk on the way to school. Connie reached over and rubbed my crotch a few times as we pulled into the driveway of the building Connie needed to go to. "Stop it. I can't go into class with a hard on. We'll do that later, not now." "OK you. You're not fun," said Connie with a frown. "Now you know right well that I'm fun. Look at the day after Labor Day. That's how we met because of me having fun," I responded quickly. "That's right. You did sort of do some fun stuff that day," Connie responded back. "Get to class. I have to go on the other side of the campus. Talk to you later," I waved at Connie as she ran up to her building. I drove around to the other side of campus. I found the building and went to class. It was my first cooking class. There were 5 men in the class and 7 women. I liked that so that the professor could give us all individual help when needed. We learned a few basics in our first class. I had Economics next. I could walk to that building from the Culinary Arts building. This class was quite a bit larger. I would estimate about 75-80 kids in the class. I sat in the back. Fortune was with me as a light brown skinned lady walked and asked me if this seat was taken. "No, you can sit here. Hi, my name is Adam. What's yours?" I said with a smile. "My name is Moema (pronounced Mo É Ma," she said. "Moema? That is a very unusual and very pretty name. Can we talk after class? Do you have a class after this? I plan to go to lunch. I'm sorry. I prattle on when I'm nervous." "Why are you nervous?" Moema said with a stunning smile. "You are very beautiful. I sometimes get nervous around beautiful women." I said nervously. "I won't bite unless you want me to." We both laughed. "I would be glad to have lunch with you after class. That is my next period, lunch. Then I have English in the afternoon." Moema said with that gorgeous smile. "Are you in Professor Hurik's class?" I asked with hopefulness. "Yes I am!" Moema said with happiness. "I think that we are going to be good friends Moema," I said staring into her green eyes. "I believe I agree Adam. I like your name as well. The first man on earth," she said with another gorgeous smile. "Only in the bible Moema. But I do not want to get into a religious argument." I SAID with a smile. She smiled back as the class began. At lunch, Moema and I talked and ate the entire time. She was 18, 5'9" with light brown long wavy hair. Though mom had short hair, I loved women with long hair. She was a half Tupi Indian from Brazil on her mother's side who was a Tupi Indian. Her name was Catarina Anchieta- Johnson. 42 moderately dark tall lanky runner type. At 42 she could run faster than most of the track team. That is the sport that Moema played as she was a 100, 200 and 400 meter specialist. Catarina her mother was rather dark skinned and wasn't as full chested as Moema was. Her father was Ross Johnson. He was a father in the area. He met Catarina in Brazil when he took time from the farm for a vacation that he needed after his first wife died. Catarina was trying to become a naturalized American citizen and was sure she would pass. Ross met her one day when she was carrying home some boxes to pack her things in. Ross bumped into her and knocked all the boxes out of her hands. Ross offered to carry them for her. One thing led to another and before you knew it, Moema was born after a small wedding, 9 months earlier. What was in store for Moema and me was going to be an incredible journey. We walked to English class from the cafeteria. I got bold and reached for her hand. She actually let me hold her hand. I couldn't believe it. She actually let me walk with her hand in hand and we only knew each other for less than 2 hours. All during class, all I could do was to turn my desk a bit and look at Moema as best I could. She was stunning. The green eyes, the long wavy hair and her good looks made her any man's envy. English class couldn't go by any slower. Damn I wanted to talk with Moema more. We couldn't find a phone to tell her mom not to pick her up. I could have taken her home. So we just went to the place where Moema's mom was going to pick her up. I told her about losing my dad in the war and how it was just mom and me. I told her about the pool in the backyard and the BBQs we hold all the time. I didn't go too far into what went on at our house. I wanted to ease into the sex. But DAMN, I wanted to make love to this girl. I probably have said this before with Marie that you fall in love at first site but Moema was different. Moema was a stunningly gorgeous lady. The way her hair fell down by her face; her green eyes are breath taking and her skin color is outstanding. The combination of those attributes makes my heart skip a beat. And it's just been about 3 hours. Then a car pulled up and it was Catarina. "May I kiss you?" I asked. "I can't see why not," she said very sultry. I planted a whopping kiss on her in front of her mother. I thought for sure that her mom would get out and hit me over the head with an umbrella or something. Nope, she just sat there and eventually honked the horn a few times. We just didn't want to stop. But mom honking more and more made Moema stop. "Do you have any classes tomorrow? I have 2 of my chef classes tomorrow. I don't think you have any of those classes." "I too have two classes. What time can we meet for lunch?" she asked. "Is 1 p.m. OK to get together in the same cafeteria?" I said enthusiastically. "Let me look," as she pulled out her schedule. "Yes I can. Where can I meet you?" she said with glistening eyes. "How about at the same table," I suggested. "OK, 1 o'clock tomorrow afternoon. I can't wait until tomorrow." "Can I call you later tonight?" I asked, begged. "Sure you can. Here's my address and phone number," She beamed with pearly white teeth. "Bye Adam. See you tomorrow. Can't wait for your call." I watched her get into the car and watched it drive away. I ran to my car. It was time for practice. "Hey gang; I met a new girl in my Economics class. And we also have English together. She's half Brazilian, half American. She has these amazing green eyes. I think I'm in love and I only met and talked to her for about 3 hours. She let me kiss her in front of her mother. YAHOOOOOOOOO!!!!!" "Get out of here Wagner. There ain't a woman on this campus that's going for that ugly mug of yours," said the captain Walt Josephs. "HA HA HA HA HA," he laughed out loud. "Coach!!!" I moaned. "Get Walt off my back, please!" I begged. "OK Walt lay off," scolded the coach. "But Walt asked you if he got into her pants yet. HA HA HA," laughed the coach. "I'm not sucking any of your dicks for this. HA HA HA, I laughed. We got out on the diamond and I proceeded to run my usual laps. All of a sudden I find my shorts at my knees and I'm running naked except for my jock and cup. I fell on the track and all of the players and the coach were laughing. "HA HA HA HA HA. Let's see how many swimming parties or BBQs you get invited to, you jokers," I laughed along with my buddies. I pulled up my shorts and continued to run. I did my talking during batting practice. I homered 7 of my first 10 pitches off the machine. I was itching for real college baseball, Division 2 or not. I wish this was March instead of September. By then we would be playing and Moema and I would be more personal by then and hopefully she would be bisexual. I would love to see her with Melina Taylor, the coach's wife. My next round of hitting I landed 6 of 10 for homers. The coach was beaming. I could feel his smile from behind the screen. I came here because they gave me a scholarship. He's glad because he recruited me. I'm glad he recruited me too. I never would have fallen in love with his wife. And I NEVER would have met my future soul mate Moema.