The Campus Stud

 

We didn't see him coming, Ben seemed a little shy, very polite. He was always there, but transparent. We were like, "It's too bad, he's a good-looking guy, but..." He never talked about himself. He was just observing, in fact.

It wasn't until the year was over that we discovered that Ben was, on average, having sex with two or three girls a day.

While we had focused on the usual loudmouths, he had targeted the girls he coveted. Usually on the first night, the girl was in his bed. His Charm was hypnotic, they told us.

Sometimes some of us would catch him talking to a girl. We would tease him, and he would answer modestly or in a way that didn't lead to anything. We never knew if he had a date with a girl, if he had her phone number. He was a gentleman.

Because the campus was huge, he was able to infiltrate every class, every meeting place, every group. Everywhere he stayed in the background. No one really knew him.

Only the girls he fucked knew he lived in the suite of a downtown palace. Ben asked them all to be very discreet, so that people wouldn't be jealous of his wealth.

We had seen some girls with tears in their eyes. They never said anything. Jade, a beautiful brunette, one of the prettiest girls on campus, was the first to tell.

The following year, at the beginning of the school year, he didn't come back. Many girls were looking for him, they seemed lost. Some of them had tried, in vain, to keep in touch with him by phone, unable to forget him, unable to let him go.

But he said he was on a trip around the world or that he had returned to his parents' yacht. In short, he was unreachable. And no one had met him over the summer.

When we came back to the university, he was simply not there, his cell phone was not answering. The number was no longer assigned.

Jade, alone, had the answer. Her father was a former counter-espionage officer. He had called his contacts, had searched. The guy was traveling under a false identity. His name was Ian, not Ben. He was the son of a Russian arms magnate... Perfectly multilingual, he was actually older than all of us. The investigating officers had reported daily visits from one to four women a day, students, employees, policewomen, mothers... This wasn't the first college campus he had visited. This was not the first college campus he had been to, and he had graduated from every college he had ever attended. We learned that he had four masters and two doctorates, from several universities.... He was a brilliant guy. Handsome and smart...

A quick survey around us learned that most of the girls on campus had opened their legs for this boy. They had all been fucked by one and the same man. It was disturbing for us to learn that our flock of chicks had been so affected. The girls in the couple didn't say anything, they looked away... It was obvious that we were only the second choice.

Then some of the girls gave details, hot and extremely erotic encounters, right from the start. The guy was a gentleman but not shy in intimacy. Ben was a bodybuilder, which we didn't really see under those jackets and long sleeve shirts. He seemed very experienced in the sensual field. In short, he was probably the best fuck on campus. Because he was smart, educated and good in bed, all the women were crazy about him. The ones he liked would get several sexual encounters, but never more than five. Afterwards, he seemed to tire of them. He was tactful, however, never promising anything. They could not claim that he had cheated on them. Since the relationships did not last, it was considered a moment of madness.

I was friends with Jade. She had been affected in her pride. I think she was in love with him as much as anyone. She once told me that the hardest thing after a relationship with him was to find someone who could help her forget Ben. The next year, she had left during the year. She couldn't get over him. She had to leave, see other people, forget about him.

In general, the year following Ben's departure was gloomy. Few couples formed on campus. The boys didn't want to get behind the one who remained known as "the stud.