2 comments/ 23774 views/ 0 favorites University of Life Ch. 01 By: lindiana It was never taken under consideration that building a large university in the middle of nowhere in the northeast United States might prove a bit stressful come winter time. What was considered was the large amount of undeveloped land on which the school could, it hoped, expand for future generations. As time went on, this proved to be true and the school, which ranked high on the annual best colleges in the US list, kept expanding and growing every year it seemed. It also was able to keep its costs low and its curriculum level high so that it had a surprising well-rounded and large student body. But here it was, February, and another nor'easter was blowing through which meant two things: 1) the students would be developing cabin fever from being stuck not only on campus but basically in their dorms and 2) the power would be iffy. This was exactly the case on this cold evening, shortly before Valentine's Day, as the snow blew furiously across the campus and all but the hardy stayed safely indoors. Robin had worked her way down to the break room as they called it, that sprawling room full of sofas covered in painfully itchy material that looked like something that belonged in someone's basement. Most of the dorm was already down there as it was the general hangout during storms like this, when the power shifted on and off like the flame of a match. She had dragged down her oversized pillows from her room, the ones her mom had helped her pick out at Home Goods. Most of the other girls were already there, sprawled across the floor and on the itchy couches but only after they had covered them with one of their own cotton throws or chenille blankets. Jenna, the Resident Advisor, was holding center court and advising everyone they were to watch their own candle. Of course, each girl had managed to drag one of those from her dorm room too so that the break room had a romantic glow to it now, with dozens of candles of all different scents lit across the room. Thankfully none of the scented candles were overpowering like last time when Amber's Pumpkin candle, left over from Halloween, nearly had them all running for their rooms to avoid the nauseous fumes. Apparently, Robin had just walked in on Jenna's idea of entertainment and the girls were going to take turn telling stories. Robin got her pillows settled on the floor and set her own unscented candle near her, with the box of kitchen matches a safe six inches away. She had brought down her can of diet cola which she place neatly next to the candle and then she turned her attention to the group. The storytelling was not taking hold, as Jenna would say, and Robin, being overly fond of her RA and not wanting her to be embarrassed, wracked her brain for something, anything, she could tell this group that would not be boring. She had led a relatively uneventful life and was not very good at remembering jokes or funny stories. She was a bit out of sorts as it was, what with VD coming up. It was not one of her favorite holidays, especially after what happened last summer. It was then she cleared her throat and began to speak, softly at first. It took a few minutes for the general din of the room to evaporate to quiet emptiness and by then everyone had turned to look at her, listening to her softly-spoken words. "Last summer, I got a job at the country club by where I live, waiting tables. The money was good, the tips were better and we all need extra cash. My family didn't belong and never will as it isn't the type of place my parents would hang out. They would rather go bowling, if you get my meaning. Anyway, I was there working on a Saturday night in July when Doug walked in. Doug was this guy from high school, two years ahead of me. He is very hot and all the girls panted after him in school. He never paid me any mind, I was mousy and quiet. His father is rather well off, I don't know exactly what but he owns some huge company or whatnot. So Doug walks in alone and I blush, trying not to look at him. He notices me though and comes over, asks me to meet him in the bar after my shift to chat. "I walk in the bar in my work clothes, knowing I probably stink of grease, but Doug doesn't seem to notice. We sit at a table and nurse our drinks, catching up. He tells me about his college, I tell him about mine. He told a few jokes and I laughed. He reached over and took my hand and I shivered. I couldn't stop myself from looking into those deep blue eyes of his. "It didn't take much for him to coax me out of the bar and into his car. He drove too fast in his shiny midnight blue mustang back to his parent's house. It was dark and quiet and I never thought to ask where his parent's were. His hands were warm and soft as she peeled my clothing from my body. I was shy at first, but his hands wouldn't let me hide. He cupped my breasts and my pussy like they were a precious gift. "Soon he eased me down onto my back on the plush carpeting, his fingers gently sliding between my thighs and finding the petals of my cunt, massaging them until they spread, along with my legs, lost in the sweet sensations he was causing to shoot through my body. My eyes locked onto his as he slipped into my body, his cock was so nice, hard and hot and just right as it filled me so fully, pushing deeper until he reached my hymen which he quickly and quietly broke. I gasped just for a moment then lost my self once more in the way he was stroking my body into an inferno. "It was my first time but I could tell it wasn't his. I didn't care. His hands knew exactly how to touch, his breath knew how to caress, and his words knew how to ring true. It was heaven. I was glad to give this gift to him. He was a dream, a dream I never imagined would come true. "The summer went on and we continued to see each other. He never introduced me to his parents nor did I think to introduce him to mine. I guess I thought there would be time. We spent most of our time together in the bar at the club or at the diner in town or, yes, in his parent's house making love. I couldn't get enough of him. He couldn't get enough of me either. Our bodies were literally burning up for each other. "It came to be August and I knew soon, we would part. I didn't want to talk about it, I didn't want to sound clingy or look like I was asking for a commitment. I mean, his college is out west. And summer is a long ways away in August. We didn't speak of a future; I didn't think we needed to. I was enjoying our time together now. "It was my last Saturday night working at the club. All summer long, when Doug came in, if he came into the dining area he was seated in my area so I could wait on him. Everyone knew we were seeing each other. I wasn't trying to keep it secret and it didn't appear that he was either. But this Saturday night was different. "I saw Doug when he walked in and my eyes lit up. I began to walk towards him but he looked away quickly, avoiding my eyes. I continued on, not understanding, confused. Why was he looking away? I wasn't really paying attention to where I was walking; I just wanted to talk to Doug. Suddenly my manager was standing in front of me. "I asked him to move, I told him I wanted to go speak to Doug. He told me that Doug had requested a table in a different area from mine. I shrugged off the manager and tried to step around him. I said something like okay but I want to speak to Doug. My manager reached up and grabbed my shoulders. I looked up into his eyes and then I saw it, plain as day. It was pity. "He told me Doug asked them to make sure I stayed away from him tonight. My boss said Doug told them he didn't want a scene. He knew I was leaving for college on Monday. And he didn't want me to leave on a bad note. "I was so bewildered. I didn't know what to make of any of this. I looked into my boss's eyes and asked him why Doug wouldn't want me to see him, speak to him, when he knew I was leaving. My boss stepped aside then and told me to look over to Doug again. I did and that was when I noticed the girl. I don't think I had ever seen her before but she was very pretty, long blonde hair, fair complexion. Doug was holding her hand and she was leaning up against his arm. I blushed, embarrassed for her. What was she doing? "I turned back to my boss and asked her what did she think she was doing, that girl with Doug. And I asked him who is she? I have never seen her before. Who is she? What is she doing with Doug? "He told me. She is his fiancée. They came to the club to celebrate their engagement. "I probably turned ten shades of red, I was so mortified. I felt so small in that room, so insignificant. I wanted to fade into the faded carpeting. But instead, I straightened my back and finished my shift. That is what I did this summer." University of Life Ch. 02 Bach stared moodily out the window, watching the icy stillness of the winter's grip on the building. At least the dorm was fairly warm, although he'd absconded with the blanket from his loft; he and his cape made for a swaddled lump of pseudo-misery. "Give me your tired, your hungry, your cold, your huddled college students yearning to break free...", he misquoted, but no bright rays of February sunshine illuminated the dusky midnight-blue and white college campus landscape beyond the frozen pane. A knock behind him announced he had company; Bach put down the white kerchief he was holding, and turned his head just enough to see his roomie, Michael Lyleman. "Hey, Bacchus. The whole floor's downstairs in the lounge; we're playing poker and dominoes, and Tuan brought down a mahjongg set, but he can't find four to play with. You ought to come join us; the RA's bringing a couple of cases of Penguin brand soda he's been stashing for a post-final bash. "Just a couple of cases?" Bach said, a bit sarcastically, "That'll last a long time." Stu, two doors down, could drink a six pack of Pepsi in one night. "No thanks. You go ahead, Mike." "C'mon, Satyr-man. What happened to the guy who's supposed to be the life of the party?" Mike inisisted, as he leaned against the door. Mike was tall, lanky, and had leg muscles that deserved the cut off jeans he wore over them. His dingy orange T-shirt bore a faded Tropicana logo across the chest, and he'd pinned his Theta Beta Mu pledge pin right in the navel of the orange. "Simple. Like I told you, my name's 'Bach', as in the composer, not 'Bacchus', as in the demigod of parties, unlike you and your Theta buddies." Bach snapped back, a little loudly, "...and before you try to be clever by saying I'm not deaf, that's Beethoven." Mike laughed, and crossed the room, digging for Bach's hand and trying to drag him up off the chair. "Hey. To me, Beethoven's a big fluffy dog. Now come /on/, Bach. Besides, it's warmer downstairs with all the extra bodies." "It's warmer back in San Diego, too, but you don't see me catching a plane back there, either. I'd rather stay here, thanks," Bach said. "Dude," Michael said, "you didn't come cross-country to get snowed in - you came here for a bona fide university education. Which includes college life, which includes being social. You're coming with me." Bach tried to stay seated, but Mike had almost a half-foot of height on him at six feet, on top of being on the lacrosse team, whereas Bach's idea of exercise was a slow-and-steady jog around the oval that wasn't going to break any speed records. As soon as Mike had him on his feet, he pressed his strength and height advantage, grabbing Bach behind the shoulders with two very strong and slender hands, and ushered him determinedly out of the room. "How can anyone turn down a night hanging out with the guys?" Mike cajoled him. Bach snorted, gathering the blanket tighter behind him as Mike pulled their door shut. He realized belatedly that he hadn't had a chance to see if he looked presentable in the mirror, but then remembered that he was wrapped up in a blanket, so even if he looked like a blonde and bedraggled Germanic-American, he'd at least be mostly hidden from view. Mike noticed him fussing with his hair, and chuckled. "Dude. You're going to be with the guys. They don't -care- what you look like. Well, except maybe Roger." He pulled the edge of the blanket away from Bach's neck, and peeked underneath. "T-shirt, undershirt, jeans. You'll match the rest of us." "Roger's down there? Joy." Bach said. He could count on Roger to comment on his d‚cor, or lack thereof. The slim, trim, sophomore fancied himself to be a twenty year old Carson Kressley, only with better hair; he was always insisting that T-shirts and jeans were so Bruce Springsteen. One flight of stairs and a brief stop while Mike tried the outer doors (still mostly frozen shut) later, Bach and Mike arrived in the dorm's common room, making the number of extremely bored men in the room roughly twenty. Bach glared at Mike. "This isn't even half of the floor, dude." he accused. "Mikey!" Roger called out from the couch, before Mike could come up with a lame excuse to feed Bach. "You got him down! All righty, Bach -- let's get that awful blanket off of your bod!" It was a well-known fact that Roger was a non-practicing bisexual -- his steady boyfriend lived back in Roger's hometown, but it didn't stop him from window shopping. Bach scowled, and contemplated turning and stalking out, but the other men had taken up a chant of 'Bach. Bach. Bach,' along with Roger. Since he didn't know about four or five of the people shouting, he figured that this was Kyle's doing. Kyle, a senior and the resident assistant, came over to pat Bach on the shoulder. "Pay Roger no mind. It's my job to make sure everyone has fun instead of cabin fever, and you've been so quiet you're making me look bad. Please. Stay a half an hour, play one game, and we'll let you go." He leaned in close, murmuring, "Anti-social students don't get near as much help when it comes to group cramming for finals. And there's not like there's anything else you can do until the snowplows come to dig us out." The Haitian threw a mocha-skinned, sweatshirted arm around Bach's shoulders. "Besides. The other alternative is a snowball fight, and I know you're from SoCal. You'd freeze about thirty seconds after I did," he added, a little more slowly, in French. "Ooooh. They're speaking French, I think," Roger said. "Voulez vous couch-air affect moi?" he teased, patting the battered sofa. Bach sighed. "Fine, fine. I'll take one for the team. What're we playing?" Kyle grinned wryly. "Attaboy, Mister Wilhelm. We've got Texas Hold'em and Uno going, or you can pick a game, and we'll find someone to play it." He gestured at the bookshelf of games, most of which had seen better days. Bach studied the games for only a moment before narrowing the choices down to two. "Trivial Pursuit, or Scrabble?" he called out, figuring that he'd get at least some satisfaction in stomping the frat-boy and jock crowd down to size. "Count me out of the Triv Shiv!" Roger said, "...we had a party the other night where a bunch of us just pulled the question box and read out all the cards, and some of the guys have really long memories" He turned around, and called out, "What ficticious baseball team won the World Series in the second installment of Back to the Future?" "Florida!" was the resounding answer, though Presden tried to answer "Kalamazoo!", only to get lightly punched down by the other guys on the couch. "Name a type of pasta that doesn't end in a vowel!" Roger asked aloud. Bach paused, thinking, but didn't get a chance to come up with an answer before there was a chorus of "Elbow!" "Sorry, cutie." Roger got up, though, straightened his powder blue cashmere sweater, and sauntered over to Bach, Kyle, and Michael, grabbing up the reddish box on his way by. "Scrabble, on the other hand, is my kind of game. What about it, you two? Shall we make this a foursome, right here?" Michael waved off. "Not me, man. I should call my cousin over in the other dorm." he says. "Her dad's overseas and won't call, so someone's gotta make her feel the warm familial love thing on a cold February night like this." Roger made a gleeful face. "Like, can we say 'incest'? I knew we could," he teased; some of the other guys catcalled something similar. Michael tried to swat Roger with the cellphone. Bach wanted nothing more than to go back up to his room. But an agreement was an agreement. "Hey. I got a better idea." Rog, Kyle, why don't we take this game upstairs to the second floor kitchen. Last thing we want is the other guys to kibitz." Kyle said reluctantly, "Hey, I did not say I was playing." Unexpected help came in the form of Presden, who swept past Bach and Roger, hooking Kyle by the arm and dragging him towards the stairway. As much as Bach had had trouble resisting Michael, Kyle had no chance against Presden, who was the second string nose tackle for the football team. "I love Scrabble - my class played it a lot when I was learning English. So! We go!" "And if you volunteer your friends, you volunteer yourself. House rule," Roger said triumphantly, trailing in their wake. "All right, all right, I'm coming of my own free will, Swedish." Kyle protested, and shook off Presden's arm. "One of you should grab us a six pack before they're gone," he called around the athlete's husky frame. An hour and seven minutes later, Bach was really glad for the blanket, more for its ability to tuck his arms around my knees and hide his smile. He was skunking the other three, up by fifty-seven points on the nearest competitor. Kyle kept yawning, and Presden kept trying to use words in Swedish, even though the set didn't include a single ring A tile. Roger was taking anywhere between five and fifteen minutes to put down a move, and he continuously mixed up his tiles as if trying to divine some cryptic word. Kyle yawned again, and Presden kicked him under the table. "Sorry. The cold? Saps the energy right out of me," he said, sounding quite insincere, and then it was his turn to prod Roger with his sneaker. "Come on, Mister Noor. Play, or pass." Roger shooed the toe away absently. "Hang on a second, I almost had it..." He brightened, and then laid down the word 'BOOBY'. "There. It's legal; it's a bird." Presden sniggered. "A red breasted bird, no less." Besides being a jock, Presden was also a biology major with an interest in birding. He immediately set down two tiles for his turn. "TIT," he announced, "..as in 'tit' for 'tat'. Three points, but it's all I've got." Bach blushed. "Fine, okay, I'll get into the act..." he said, and laid down his own pre-determined move: 'SCREW', on top of a previous 'DRIVER'. "Screwdriver, double word score,' he replied, and he tried not to feel guilty as he opened out his lead even wider. "Ooooh. 'The act,' he says." Roger says. "I didn't know you swung that way, Bachmeister." "I do not!" Bach growled. "I spelled out 'screwdriver.' As in the tool, or the drink." Presden cackled. "He said 'tool.'" Bach pulled the blanket over his head to hide the blush. Kyle was suddenly more alert. "Sheesh. Smartass virgin underclassmen, homosexuals, and their dirty minds. Next time, on Oprah." Presden nearly choked on a pretzel. "I am not a virgin!" he protested. "Have not been since I was sixteen!" Bach didn't answer, hiding his smile behind a corner of the blanket. Kyle nodded. "I can believe it of you. You're good-looking enough, Presden -- besides, I know darn well you're a junior." Roger grinned wider. "Kyle, with the eye for the men. There's hope for you yet to join the dark side of the Force." Kyle stuck his tongue out at Roger as he laid down the tiles: "SEX." "Triple letter score, 26 points. Score me, Bach." Bach had to chuckle at that, as he wrote down Kyle's score. "Et tu, Mister Rutayie?" he said, faking a jab at him with the pencil. Kyle smirked. "I'm allowed. I would wager that I have more sexual experience than all of you combined." Roger leered. "You'd lose, honey. I used to be an extroverted card-carrying bisexual -- not homosexual, thank you very much, until I met my Jimmy, so if you can think it up, boyo, I probably did it." Presden hmmed softly. "On a luge board." Roger snickered. "Okay, you got me. I'm not -that- suicidal, Presden. In a moving semi truck? Yeap. Speedboat? Check. Mile high club? Check." He put a "Y" after 'SEX'. "Not dead, but still sexy, me. Fourteen points." "Those are the easy ones, if you're not the one driving." Kyle said. "And while it might be a fun exercise to run the bunch of you versus the list, I do not want to bother pulling the purity test up online; not while we're in the middle of a game." Presden shrugged his shoulders. "Bach is killing us, anyway." "I dunno. I've seen come from behind wins before," the RA insisted. "Your turn, Pres." Presden put up an ordinary word. "Sorry, I don't know very many sex words I could play that I wouldn't be embarrassed by." And then he added, "You said 'behind,'" belatedly. Bach emerged from the blanket, and eyed his letter rack, taking a few minutes before he put 'STOR' on the end of Roger's 'Y'. "Double word score, sixteen points." He felt his face get hotter as he realized what the board now read. Kyle grumbled. "Damn you, English major, and the dictionary you rode in on." He drummed his fingers on the tabletop. "So Mister Wilhelm here is eeeeeasasily embarassed. I think the only way we have a chance at winning is to melt his brain with --" He tapped the board, "--sexy stories. The lewder the better. We could start with you, mister 'I'm not a virgin' Presden." Though Bach wanted to disappear into the blanket again, it was Presden's turn to color. "I'm not sure I want to..." Roger waggled a finger at Kyle. "Nuh uh. You know the rule; volunteer your friends, you volunteer yourself. On top of that, you're the one who claimed he had more experience than the rest of us put together." Presden leaned forward, nodding. "Yeah. That's right. Tell us a story, oh fearless leader." Before Kyle could protest, Mike slipped into the kitchen with them, and shut the door, leaning against it. He still had the cellphone up against his ear; his face was flushed and he was breathing slightly audibly. Roger raised an eyebrow and opened his mouth, but Mike put a finger against his lips, the universal sign for 'Quiet.' He fiddled with the phone for a moment, and then said, "The girls ... over in the other dorm. Their power's even more flaky than ours, so get this... they've been having a story circle...." They could all see the bulge in Michael's cutoff jeans. "...about sex." he finished, in a breathless voice. He set the phone down next to the Scrabble board, with the mute on, and the volume turned up to the maximum. They could all hear the diminutive contralto of a girl on the other end of the phone, talking about liking to have her nipples bitten. Hard. The phone beeped, as if in appreciation. Suddenly Bach was extremely glad for the blanket. "I don't think they know we're listening in," Michael whispered, "Cassie called me during a bathroom break from their story circle, and there's no way these girls would be this open with a bunch of guys listening." Kyle snorted. "Dude. You just put it on mute, right? Why're you whispering?" Michael blushed. "Oh. Right. Well, I've been listening to two, three stories now, and while some of the guys downstairs might want to listen in, I don't trust my frat buddies not to blab or stare when they see those girls after the freeze ends." Roger hushed Michael. "Shh! She's getting to the good part." The men listened quietly, a conspiracy of five, as the nameless girl told more of her story. Unfortunately, Michael's cellphone chose the absolute worst moment to die, right as she was describing building up to her second climax. "Awwwwww, no." Roger moaned. "Dead battery, right?" Michael checked the phone's display. "Afraid so. I'll run back to my room and get the charger; back in a jiff," he said, and plowed through the door at top speed. Presden sighed. "Well, time to start thinking about IKEA furniture." Kyle grinned quietly. "He'll be back. We can get back to our game in the meantime," the RA replied. Roger snorted. "Bach is still ahead by seventy billion." He yawned. "And Michael's discovery has sapped all the blood from my brain, if you know what I mean." Kyle shook his head. "Not that game." He leaned towards Roger. "Giant ball pit." Roger licked his finger, and painted a line in the air. "Been there, done that. FAO Schwartz, downtown Manhattan. Jeannie was a floor manager, and had the closing shift that night." Kyle snapped his fingers. "Nuts. Your turn." Roger grinned evilly. "Cockpit of a jumbo jet. Mile high club with a view." Kyle smirked. "I'll go for partial credit. The jet wasn't in the air at the time; I had one night stand with a stewardess during a snow-in layover in Saint Paul." Roger mock-sighed. "Well, I guess that counts. Presden, your turn. You get a shot at whichever one of us you think you can get." Presden looked between Roger and Kyle, calculating. "What are the terms of winning, since I have already gotten Roger?" Kyle grinned. "A story. Loser tells a story about their sexual prowess. Like the girls, only better." Bach sighed. "All right, I'm bailing, if we're done playing Scrabble." "Mai non, mon ami. You must take at least one turn, and then you can go." Kyle said. "Presden, get his arm!" he ordered. Presden grabbed one arm, and Kyle grabbed the other. "Awww. I seem to remember that someone didn't defend the fact that they were a virgin." Kyle teased. "Am not..." Bach protested weakly. "But I don't have to tell you anything, and besides, if I am, then I've got nothing for you." He tested Kyle's grip; almost as strong as Presden's, so he knew he wasn't leaving here unless he left his arms behind; he sat down again, defeated. Roger leaned over the table, nearly dislodging a few tiles in the process. "Oh, but you've just admitted that you aren't. So you've got at least one experience in those tacky jeans of yours, and even if you hadn't? You're an English major. You can improvise." Presden waggled his eyebrows. "Okay, try this one on for size, Bachmeister. Jungle gym." Bach laughed, relievedly. "Actually...my first time -was- on a jungle gym." Presden groaned, and let his arm drop. "Unbelieveable. Your turn, and then you can escape." Kyle was staring at Bach as if he'd turned into an alien. "No, no way. This I have to hear, now. C'est impossible, mais oui?" Bach had never seen the RA this surprised. "I always figured you to be one of those closet bookish types." Bach growled, "Hey, rules are rules. The terms were that if I'd done the time, I didn't have to tell about the crime." "Cuuuute. You're so smart," Kyle said, and then looked at the others. "Gentlemen? Votes to amend the rules where if we don't believe it, the fella has to give names, situation, and answer five gory questions in detail." Roger pretended to deliberate for a long moment. "Aye." Presden raised a finger. "With the contention that if we don't want to hear, we can leave the room, or veto the story outright. There are some things I don't want to know about my buds." Roger leaned against Presden. "Oh, what's the matter, Pres? Big man doesn't want to hear about hot guy on guy action?" Presden blushed a bright shade of red, under his platinum blonde hair. "No, actually. Europeans are a lot less repressed about homosexuality than you Americans are." Roger leered, and played with a lock of Presden's hair between his fingers. "Afraid that you'll develop feelings for me?" Presden balled a hand into a very impressive fist. "Not even." He says. "Just... there are things I don't want to think about every time I see you." Bach yawned. "Well, if you're more interested in each other than you are in me..." He started to try stand up again, but Michael reappeared at that very moment, cellphone recharger cord in hand. "Mikey. Block the door! " Presden called out, and Mike adopted his best 'goalie' stance. "Why're we blocking the door? It's not like you don't have keys to all the dorm rooms, Kyle." Mike said. "Yeah, but Bach is trying to escape without doing 'do' diligence." Kyle explained. "He claims to have had sex on a jungle gym, and he won't prove it." Mike's eyebrows went -right- up. "Okay, this I have to hear," he said. Surprisingly, Bach found himself actually warming to having an audience. Perhaps it was time for the story to finally get out, after all. "New Year's Eve, back home in San Diego, name of the park withheld for the sake of the kids." University of Life Ch. 02 Roger rubbed his hands together. "Lay it on us, Bach." "Well, it all started with an invitation that I never expected to get...." - - - - - - Whether or not it was a practical joke didn't matter. All Bach knew was that he'd gotten a rare thing in his eighteen-year old life; a girl had paid attention to him. Gina Wessell-Davies was the typical 'it' girl - a part of every clique and a straight A student on top of it all. While not impressively beautiful, she made up for it by being head and shoulders more witty than her peers. Consequently, she had her pick of men, and her picks tended to be the ones that were hard to keep the attention of, but as long as she was 'with' them, they stayed. Her family was rich; she was one of the few students in their school that actually lived out in the expensive part of town, and yet while she had her own car and never seemed to want for new things, she didn't flaunt it, either. She would eventually make someone the perfect girlfriend and later, wife, Bach figured. He looked at the lavender invitation in his hands, the flap worn smooth from constant folding and unfolding. The card inside he'd memorized: 'Dear Bach Wilhelm: I would be pleased if you would show up for my family's annual New Years Eve Party, nine PM to midnight. There is no need to bring gifts, other than your august presence." He smiled despite his nervousness as he walked down the very long driveway towards the mansion. "I'm an august presence. In winter," he told himself, under his breath. Not that it was terribly cold; the weather was mild enough to where you could almost wear shorts. His sense of humor often helped make him less nervous. But he couldn't help but notice the number of cars parked along the drive, and how expensive they were on average; even the landscaping smelled like money. He felt quite underdressed in his light suit jacket, blue dress shirt, and slacks; at least he'd picked out his best silk tie. A car drove by him; definitely a Jaguar. Something he'd never be able to afford. The night was fairly warm, so the laughter of the occupants did not fail to register in his ears. A part of him wanted to run. Claim to have overslept, or else have had previously-made plans with his family. "Hey! Wilhelm!" Gina's refined voice floated down the driveway. "That you? I've been waiting for you." He was struck speechless, suddenly seeing her coming down off the front porch, a light red afghan thrown over her shoulders. With the floodlights from the porch behind her, it was like watching a celestial. She stopped in front of him, and curtsied. She was easily four inches taller than him, and was absolutely beautiful. "Aren't you going to say hello?" she asked. Automatic reflexes saved him; he bowed courteously, and said, "Good evening." - - - "Don't you mean an angel?" Presden asked. "Celestial. Divine, but not necessarily with the wings or the halo." Bach replied. "Eeyah. If you're going to get laid by the end of this story, she's definitely no innocent." Bach just smiled. - - - Bach knew that when escorting a woman to a party, he was supposed to offer her his elbow, though he was admittedly a bit confused, since she lived here, after all. "You were waiting for me?" he said, hoping he didn't sound as confused as he felt. Gina was wearing her hair up in a short ponytail; it kept her hair off her shoulders and the high-cut, white buttondown blouse she wore. She had a simple white kerchief tied artfully around her neck, and despite the mild winter chill, was only wearing a pair of cream colored capri pants to go with the blouse. "Yes. I was." Gina said, matter-of-factly, and when she took his proffered elbow, she kept pushing, turning them until both of them were facing away from the mansion. "We're leaving. Let's walk," she said. Something heavy bumped against his leg briefly, and then she and he were walking in cadence. Gina steered them to the right, down the road. "Thank you for coming, Bach. I was afraid you'd stand me up." Bach still couldn't believe his luck. "A gentleman does not refuse a command invitation," he replied, and her smile was visible even in the dim light. "Yes, I know. That's why I asked you to come. Do I need to give you cab money?" she inquired. Bach shook his head. "My parents will be picking me up at one am, because they know how hard it is to get a cab on New Year's Eve." Gina smiled. "Responsible parents raised a responsible boy. Mine are having an entirely too wild party back there, and I didn't want you to see that." She leaned her head against his shoulder a bit as they walked. "I bet you're wondering why I chose you, really. Considering we've never spoken much before today..." Bach slipped his arm around her waist; she didn't seem to mind, and responded in kind; their walk slowed somewhat. "Well, yes. I just figured it was - well..." "A joke. A popularity contest. Or something. Me with a stableful of boys at my party, able to pick and disdain them at will?" she said, archly. Bach shook his head. "None of the above. You're not like the other rich girls - you're real, Gina." Gina found his right hand by reaching across his chest, and squeezed it. "Thank you for saying that; but you don't have to lie." Bach looked sidewise at her. "I wasn't lying. I... the only thing I thought was that you invited me because you felt sorry for me." Gina pulled up short, forcing Bach to stop or move through her arm. "Self-esteem problem could use some work, but it's not unsurprising," she murmured as she re-established her arm about his other elbow. "Let's get one thing straight. My friends are my friends because I like them, not because of how much money my parents have, or because I pity them. I pick people because I think I want to know them better, in some fashion or another." "But-" Gina put a finger to his lips. "Don't. Let me talk, and then we'll walk, and you can think while we walk. But I want tonight to be good, and if you let your flawed self-image issues get in the way, then it won't be good for either of us." She let her hand drop, waiting. Bach found himself blushing a little. "Okay," he said, and offered her his arm again, but she stuffed her hands back inside her afghan. "Just walk with me for now." /Great/, he thought, /You get one of the most popular girls in the school to pay attention to you and you mess it up./ "Well, I'm really picky, I have you know. I had a very smart uncle who taught me to only have people in my life who I wanted to have - and anyone I didn't like to be around, I should walk away from. Doubly so for anyone who thought of me as a prize catch. You don't think of me as an object, do you." Bach shook his head. "You're a person, with feelings, thoughts, hopes, and dreams." He replied. "Precisely." She said. "Other guys look at me? They see money, boobs, legs, or d) all of the above. They're not interested in my mind - or worse, they end up resenting me because I'm smart -and- beautiful." Bach nodded. "That's because they don't understand that one or the other is a burden to bear - but both together must make your life very hard to know who your friends really are." Gina kissed his cheek. "You do understand." - - - Michael yawned. "A kiss on the cheek? Booring." Roger swatted Michael with the Scrabble letter bag. "Hush, you. I think it's very deep and meaningful." "It does have that ring of realism to it," Kyle mused. Bach chuckled. "I'll skip ahead, anyway. For Mike's sake. Suffice to say that we hit it off very well during that walk..." - - - Gina passed him her satchel bag first; its contents made sloshing noises. "Help me up?" Gina asked next, and Bach proffered his hand, drawing her up onto the short platform, then climbed up to the next. "Watch your head," she warned, and Bach reached up to steady himself on the cold metal bar. Another turn and climb later, and the two of them were on the highest level of the jungle gym. It was one of the kinds that looked like a frontier fortress, only on a smaller scale, with a wooden plank bridge leading to the other tower with the slide on it. "Like the view?" she said, gesturing up at the clear night sky, with a crescent moon overhead. "I come here at night sometimes, when I don't want to be around my folks and their rowdy rich friends. It's hard being an only child." Bach chuckled, watching his breath form a slight cloud in the cool winter air. "I'm the youngest of three. I've always had siblings, and I thought that was hard." Gina scooted up against him, "...I suppose there is that. Each of us has their own trials and problems, and our own dilemma seems the worst, because we are the ones that live it," she said. With her head on his shoulder, she was actually shorter than he was, her long legs hanging out over the bridge. "That's what I first noticed about you, you know. Philosophy class." Bach thought back; Gina had always had strong arguments and yet made her points succinctly, where most of the other students tended to ramble and make weak suppositions. She and he had done quite well in the class they'd taken together. "I'm flattered," he said, now feeling somewhat guilty that he hadn't paid her as much thought as she had for him. "It's okay," she said, "Invisible people don't think that they're being looked at just as much as people in the spotlight feel like everyone looks right through them." She smiled, and wrapped an arm around his waist. "But tonight, I just want to be invisible with you." And to make her intentions perfectly clear, she brushed her lips against his chin and cheek. "Kiss me?" - - - "You're kidding. She doesn't know you from Wadsworth, and she outright throws herself into your lap?" Michael said. "Bach, you're making this up, aren't you." Bach grinned. "If I am, then you guys are getting a really good story." Kyle was resting his head in his hands, watching Bach. "I believe you. Keep going." Bach nodded, and continued, "So I look really surprised, but..." - - - Bach reserved his protest and questions, in that order, until after the kiss. He'd never kissed anyone but his mother, grandmother, and there was Kristin in third grade, but none of those felt anything like this; for one, the first two were never on the lips. It wasn't anything like he'd expected, either; their teeth kept bumping, and he kept feeling like he was going to drool on her. But at the end, he backed it off a little, and found that just lipping at her lips slowly was quite pleasant indeed. Eventually, though, he had to breathe. "First kiss?" Gina wondered, her breath visible in the night air. "That bad?" he replied, blushing hotly. "No, not bad at all. You didn't jam your tongue down my throat, and you kept the slobber factor to a minimum. Congratulations, Mister Wilhelm. You pass." He raised an eyebrow at that. "I pass?" Gina slipped a cool hand under his jacket, stroking him across the stomach. "You pass. You are a gentleman, through and through, and I'm glad I asked you to be my date tonight." And she moved in for another kiss, which he accepted, too. Eventually, though, his curiosity got the better of him. "What do you mean, exactly?" But she shook her head. "Eleven fifty eight, Bach." She pulled a bottle out of the satchel bag, and two glasses. "Pour," she ordered. "Quick. You have a minute and ten seconds." Bach checked the bottle, which turned out to be sparkling grape juice; he used his bottle opener to twist the top off, and poured a small amount of juice for them both. - - - "Grape juice? How old were you again?" Presden wondered. "Just a hair over eighteen." Bach admitted. "Hadn't gotten into the habit of drinking. Vile stuff." "Stop interrupting him." Roger said, absently. "This sounds wonderfully romantic." - - - "Thank you," she said, and clinked glasses with him. "To beginnings, after endings," she said, and took a sip. "Slainte," he said, and followed suit. Somewhere in the distance, someone's loud party started counting down. "Three... two... one..." she counted, and before he could react, she wrapped her arms around him, and planted a solid kiss on his lips. This one worked better than the first, possibly because she was leading, or he was learning, or both. She cupped his face after they broke the kiss, both panting softly. "Much better," she whispered, with the faint strains of Auld Lang Syne in the background. "Now then. I owe you an explanation, and I'm going to be blunt - I want to give you my virginity, and I'd rather not take 'no' for an answer, gentleman or not." Bach felt like the world was about to swallow him up. "Pardon? Did you just..." She nodded slowly. "I've always wanted to make love up on this thing. Being able to brace my hands up on that bar up there, and being able to look up at the stars."" She sat up a little higher, and she swung a leg over his calves; her dock shoe pressed against the side wall that half-surrounded them. "Why me?" he asked, breathlessly. "Because I trust you to be here when I get back from Milan," she said, reaching up to fiddle with the top button of his shirt. "My parents are shipping me off to study abroad, and I don't trust myself to be safe around tall, dark and handsome men who talk in accents." She stroked his fingers with her own. "If I can say I have a boyfriend back in the States, they'll be put offable." She smiled faintly. "I thought you'd have your pick of the men, and already had... y'know... the way you flirt and all..." Gina laughed. "If it wasn't true, I'd be horribly insulted, Bach. But the truth be told, I was really saving myself for after I got married, but I now don't know if it's possible on my own. I want help, and I want it from someone mature, like you, not some guy who has his head turned by pretty things while I'm absent." Bach itched behind one ear. "If I didn't know any better, I'd say that you were hoping to use me," he murmured, "...but I think I begin to understand. It's one thing to be caught off guard by a very direct lover, and another thing to be guilt tripped by having someone at home that you..." She lifted his hand to her lips, silencing him again, and then lifted his hand, kissing his palm. "You catch on quick. Brains are so much important than brawn to me...." He could feel the blood rushing to his ears, and reached up to cup her face. "Say that again, will you, Gina?" For those were words he'd never expected to hear out of a girl as unattainable as she was. "Hm? Brains are more important than brawn?" she repeated, looking down into his eyes, her hair falling into one eye. "It's true. I want a boyfriend who can talk to me. Who can write me letters to tell me what home's like." She shifted so that she was halfway straddling his knees, as if trying to psyche herself up for more. "This is why I picked you, Bach. We can get to know each other better with an ocean between us, over the spring, and we'll get the awkward sex part out of the way first." - - - "Tell me you took advantage of the moment." Presden said, "...and screwed her brains out 'til she screamed." "Tell me you turned her down, dude. She outright said she was going to love you and leave you, and she was probably lying about being a virgin," Mike said. "Just tell us what happened." Kyle said, a wistful look on his face. Bach chuckled. "Okay.... First of all, I said 'no.'" - - - "No." Bach said, gently reaching up to cup her chin. "I can't let you do this to yourself, Gina. "I'm flattered, but..." Gina kissed him again, and this time he resisted it, gently drawing back without pushing. "Seriously... if you've been drinking, you will regret it in the morning," he said. At first she looked quite displeased with him. "Thrice I offer myself to you, and thrice you refuse me. How can I convince you that I am in my right mind, and I've not had a thing to drink?" she said, more than a little affronted. Bach looked into her eyes, reflecting starlight. "Give me a better reason." Gina opened her mouth, said nothing for a moment, and then shook her head. "You're right, of course. I can't. I've only really just met you tonight, but... Bach, I love your name, I love the sound of your voice, and I love your mind. I keep telling you this, and you're letting your gentlemanly demeanor get in the way of what my mind is saying." And she didn't kiss him then, so much as just leaned against him, straddling his lap fully. "I need someone to be strong of heart and spirit for me." And as if of their own volition, he found his hands untucking her shirt in back, under her afghan, and his mind started receiving the signals of what the skin of a girl felt like. He began to think he was going to like it after all. Especially when he discovered she wasn't wearing a bra; he'd always wondered how tough it was to get one of those things unfastened. He kept his hands mostly confined to her back for the moment, tracing her silky smooth skin from her waist to her shoulders, as he brushed his lips against her throat. Gina was conducting her own explorations, a little more brazenly than he was. She'd gotten his tie off and loose around his neck, and the top four buttons of his dress shirt undone as well; as she kissed his forehead and nose, her hands were investigating his chest and pectorals. She flicked her fingernails across his nipples, once she'd found them; each touch sent jolts of unexpected pleasure all the way down to his loins. "Yes..." she murmured huskily in his ear, "I can see you like that." She bit his earlobe gently, and he felt suddenly very hot, all the way down the nape of his neck. "...so do I." "With that kind of prompting... how can I refuse?" he whispered back, and gently started rubbing his thumbs back and forth along her nipples, which he found made her arch pleasurably and heavily against his chest. They carried on stroking each other like that for a few minutes, until Gina again took the lead by unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way, tugging his shirt down off his shoulders. "One of the things I never liked about the football guys - they were always trying to show off their biceps and stuff. Personally..." She kissed a slow trail from his cheek to his shoulder, "...I like not worrying about whether you're going to crush me when you land on me." She scooted in closer, straddling his hips fully, and threw the front panels of her afghan over his back, hiding most of his upper body from view. "To keep you warm," she said. Bach tilted his head to rub his cheek against the top of her head, as he cupped her breasts fully with both hands and squeezed, which made her hiss pleasurably. "Among other things, you're just as thoughtful as I am." "Mhm," she agreed, "...check the back pocket of my capris, and don't spare the goose." She deliberately sat forward, grinding herself down at his crotch, and he heard her breath catch in her throat. Bach did what he felt was appropriate; he lifted his hips as best he could without better leverage, and felt the already-getting-uncomfortable hardness of his erection press against her very warm crotch. He cupped her rear, by sliding a hand inside her back pocket, and his fingers encountered the expected foil packet; and as requested, he goosed her around the condom. Gina's response was to moan softly, and she laid her hands over his shoulders, caressing his slim shoulderblades. "I'm assuming you're a virgin, too," she whispered, slipping a hand down to open her own shirt the rest of the way, before pushing her breasts against his hands with a squirm. "If not, and you're currently seeing someone, I'll back off." She bent her head to his own, kissing him again lightly. "But if you did, you wouldn't have come alone - or at least protested earlier. Logic says that you're single." University of Life Ch. 02 "Mm." Bach murmured against her lips. "You'd be right. And I'm going to trust you to try and be faithful to me, because I'm sure as hell going to do my best to return the favor, Ms. Wessell-Davies." It was his turn to be bold now, unbuttoning her pants at the top, and delving his hand down inside her pants - and he immediately discovered that she wasn't wearing panties. "You've got your hand down my pants, Bach. Call me Gina. Please. I was hoping you'd say yes," she explained, blushing, and then she bit his shoulder. - - - "Oooh. A biter. Those are the best." Roger said. "I know a girl who loves to bite, kinda like that other gal's boyfriend from earlier..." Kyle kicked Roger under the table. "Quiet, you. It's Bach's turn - if you want to take a turn, you can go next." - - - Bach felt his knees go weak, and was suddenly glad he was already sitting down, albeit with a girl in his lap. And following her lead, he leaned in and bit her on the opposite shoulder, nudging under the afghan panel to lick along her collarbone, like he'd seen on a porn video. "Hold still," Gina warned suddenly. "Company." With the afghan on top of his head, Bach couldn't see a thing, except the vague outlines of Gina's breasts in the darkness. But he could hear the sounds of someone crunching along through the gravel of the playground, and the soft voices of at least two people talking. Impishly, he tilted his head down, and licked out at her left nipple, a clumsy flick that barely made contact. But felt Gina tense; he did it again, moving his head very slowly to better reach his target. He felt her dig her fingernails into his shoulder, not quite painfully, in response, and she shifted her hips again, breathing out audibly through her nose. "Bach..." she murmured at last..."...they're sitting on the swings, fifteen feet away," almost inaudibly. Bach smiled, not that Gina could see it, and pushed his fingers down inside her pants, until he encountered the hot wetness that had to be her sex. A bit of probing turned up the hard nub of her clitoris; the quiet gasp she let out as he rubbed it with his fingertip confirmed it. "Gngh," she whispered, intelligently, and he wiggled his fingers harder, prompting her to grind down against his hand. She was holding her breath, he could tell; suddenly it became a game, to see if he couldn't make her make a sound. That, and he'd heard that women preferred lots of foreplay; carefully, he moved his head so that he could lick in tiny, tight, circles around her hard right nipple, now. Gina let out her breath explosively, and leaned back hard against the back wall of the jungle gym, exposing half his back to the night air. At least he was below the wall level, though if whoever was down on the swings tried hard enough, they could probably look through the cracks. "Maybe we should go," he suggested softly, in the middle of swirling his tongue over and under her nipple, working his hand deeper inside her pants. His fingers were quite slick at this point, and he could smell the musky odor of her juices in the semi-trapped air inside her afghan. "Hell with that," she whispered back, the urgency in her voice apparent. "They probably want our spot, and we were here first. And I'm not going to lose this moment. You only lose your virginity once..." Bach grinned ferally, and slowly curled a finger, working it inside of her. She helped him by lifting up a little bit, and then rolled her head back as he felt his finger pass between her labia. He thought it was a lot like sticking your finger into stiff custard, only hot instead of refrigerated, and a lot tighter. Gina leaned her head down so her lips were within biting distance of his left ear. "Am I hot and wet, Bach?" she whispered, hotly. "Am I really, really, slick?" She bit on the edge of his ear, and then pushed her tongue firmly inside the canal; he had to close his eyes. "Yes," he whispered back, stroking his finger back and forth along the walls of her passage. "You're very warm inside, and definitely ...uhr... damp." He could tell that the crotch of her pants was getting soaked, too. Gina found his other hand, the one with the condom in it. "Then I'm ready," she replied, "...and I want you. Now." She pulled his hand free from her pants, and levered herself up off of his lap partway, crouching over him as she slipped the pants down around her ankles; Bach struggled with his belt and zipper, peeling his boxers down to free his trapped arousal. The laminated wood decking under his rear was even colder on his bare skin than it had felt through his pants. Gina reached down to grab a hold of his cock, examining it for length, girth, and heft. Bach held his breath, having a moment of doubt, but then Gina kissed his forehead, and pumped him once; he nearly came on the spot. "Good," she said, letting go, "you're not packing a Frankenstein's monster in those pants," she said, relieved. Bach felt better about that, and quickly tore the condom open, rolling it down correctly the first time; it was cold and slimy, but at least it seemed to be on right. "Ready," he whispered. "Last chance to back out." Gina leaned back a little farther, and crooked a finger under his chin, tilting his head up so she could look into his eyes. "You can quit being a gentleman now, Bach. This was my idea, and I've been thinking about this since Christmas." She inched forward, waddling with her pants around her calves. He gently held her about the hips, steadying her as she took hold of his enwrapped member. "Hold still. It hurts less if you let me take my own pace, I hear," she said, and very carefully started lowering herself down, guiding herself onto him. It was cold, and then hot. Bach resisted the urge to hurry her, through that moment of first contact, and he fought the want to lift his hips to meet her on the way down; she was taking him slowly, body tensing beneath his fingers as she breathed quickly. "You all right?" he whispered, nuzzling against her sternum. She reached past either side of his head, taking a hold of the railing. "Yeah. It's a lot like my...er... toy, only less giving." She stopped at about the same time he was two-thirds of the way inside of her; he could feel what felt like the top of her vagina against the end of his penis. "Okay. Think, Gina. Want it slow, or fast?" she asked herself in a harsh whisper of wanting. Before Bach could offer his suggestion, she abruptly pushed down hard, impaling herself fully on him. Bach had to clench all the muscles in his groin to hold back the urge to climax; he almost didn't make it when Gina wrapped her arms around his shoulders tightly, choking back a sob and trading it in for a soft whine. Bach did what seemed to be the appropriate thing, and stroked her hair, over and over, his high school ring catching on her ponytail holder on one very long stroke. He could feel her whole body shaking, and a hot tear dripped against his shoulder. "You all right?" he asked again, and he nearly started rocking her, but caught himself. "Mm. I think so. It hurt more than I thought it would," she answered, her walls clutching at the sides of his cock almost painfully. "But I can feel all of you, and while there's a dull throbbing sensation left, I think that might be you." She kissed him, and hard at that, holding still there in his lap; the kiss lasted for at least a minute. She broke the kiss first, and looked over her shoulder. "Uh oh. They're getting up..." she said, making a head motion at the people on the swings. "More grape juice?" Bach said, loudly, and clinked the glasses together, even though both were empty. "Sure," she said, taking his cue, and she leaned forward, tossing the panels of the afghan over his head again. "Evening," a male voice called up to them. "Nice night," Gina agreed, shifting a bit gingerly as she did what felt like a wave back. "We'd offer you some grape juice, but my boyfriend and I only brought two glasses." "That's all right. Happy New Year," the man replied, and Bach heard the receding sound of feet on the gravel, followed by the sound of a car door, and then an engine. - - - Bach picked up his glass, and took a long drink. "You can believe me, or not. But I maintain that it is the truth - I was there." Kyle chuckled. "You're going to leave us hanging, man? Not going to tell us how well it went?" Bach shrugged. "It was a first time. You ought to know that it's more pain and uncertainty than fireworks and fantastic." He hugged himself quietly. "She got her wish, though; she got her virginity taken care of, and her fantasy first time on the jungle gym. It doesn't matter if it was perfect or not, and we certainly did not make love until dawn - remember I had my parents coming to get me." Roger just grinned. "You blew your load early, didn't you." Bach shook his head and smiled. "Sorry, guys, you've already asked your five questions. Next contestant," he said. - - - Gina hugged Bach gently, breathing deeply as the two of them remained motionless. "Thank you," she whispered. "You're welcome." he whispered back, kissing her forehead and temple, gently stroking her hair. "How do you feel?" "I won't lie; it hurts a lot," she said, "...but I have no regrets." She gingerly tried rolling her hips, and winced. "As much as I'd like to do more, like they always do in the romance novels, I don't think I'm up to it." Bach nodded. "That's all right," he said, "...I'm not sure that I'd be able to stay with you until you found...er, your moment." Just the closeness of her was almost too much. She giggled. "You're not only sweet, you're a realist," she said, and dotted kisses from his forehead to his lips. "And I sincerely hope you'll be here when I come back for the summer." Bach returned the kiss affectionately, and nodded. "I have no plans, no girlfriends making a play for my hand," he said, finding himself lapsing into the romantic mood he'd kept closeted all his life. Gina nodded solemnly, and reached down to lace her fingers with his; her own demeanor looked serious. "Well, if I am to be your lady, sir, then do I believe I ought to bestow my favor upon you." And she tugged the kerchief free from around her neck, and deftly tied it around his right wrist. Bach held up that arm and wrist, watching the white cloth flutter in the slight breeze. "I shall treasure it until the end of my days, or unless you wish my favor no further, Lady Gina." Gina grinned. "You're everything I could have hoped for, Bach." Bach leaned in for what seemed like an appropriate closure kiss. "I am simply myself, m'lady, no more, no less." "And that is why I chose you, over all the other boys I could have bestowed myself upon. As you so aptly put it, you're as real as I am," she whispered, laying her head back on his shoulder. "Hold me, will you?" They sat together as long as they could, and by the time they had to part, Bach knew he could wait for her until the summer. -fin University of Life Ch. 03 Meanwhile, back across the snow covered fields, things were really starting to take off in the girl's dormitory. After Robin's breath-taking description of her first sexual encounter, the other girls didn't want to be left out. They decided that they would each tell about their own first times. Next up with Liz, the campus' resident Goth chick. The others huddled around, eager to hear. While everyone knew that she was kind of freaky, they really weren't prepared for her story. Liz stood out, even in a crowd of other beautiful young women. Part of it was due to her loud wardrobe and appearance. She was dressed in a pair of black pleather pants, a torn Mastodon shirt that was a couple sizes too big (a hand-me-down from her boyfriend), and a pleather jacket. Black and white striped arm warmers completed the ensemble. As always, she was wearing an excessive amount of jewelry, including a nose ring and multiple rows of piercings in her ears. And her short, naturally black hair was dyed a bright shade of pink. Despite her rather hardcore appearance, Liz was relatively petite, standing only a little under five feet tall without her platform boots. She was rail thin too, with small but very perky breasts. Pixie-like might be the best word to describe Liz, albeit more of a Goth pixie-girl look. However her best asset was her firm little ass, which she knew drove men wild, especially when she wore her form-fitting pleather pants. In fact, she really knew how to dress to accentuate her sex appeal in general. "Not bad, Robin, not bad," said Liz, "But I've got an even better one if you girls want to hear it." Most of the other girls had long suspected Liz of sleeping around, given her rather bold choice in wardrobe, so they eagerly looked over her in direction. They knew it had to be good. Liz sat on the floor next to the couch, a black quilt with silver and white spider patterns wrapped around her petite frame to keep her warm. Even her bedding was très Gothic! A small black wax candle was lit in front of her, adding to the spooky vibe she tried to hard to give off. Some of the girls whispered that she was a witch, but then there were a lot of rumors about Liz anyway. "Sure," replied Jenna, the Resident Advisor who had secretly been a little aroused by hearing Robin's first time story. "All right," the slender Goth girl started, "So you probably know that I'm originally from Nevada, and that we don't really get wild weather like this down there. But sex... that's something else. We know that quite well. Since Robin over there told you about her first time, I'm going to tell you about mine. Try not to get too freaked out by it, because it was pretty wild." "So this happened the Summer right after I graduated from high school. I had only eighteen back then, and was living with my mom in a tiny apartment just outside of Vegas. My dad was long out of the picture by that point. He left when I was only like six or seven, and I'd never seen the asshole since. But given that I had grown up and spent most of my life without knowing him, it didn't really bother me that much. In fact, I liked it just being me and my mom. It was comfortable; familiar. I kept myself busy while my mom worked as a waitress at a local bar." "All of that changed that Summer when my mom's latest boyfriend Scott came to live with us. I honestly don't know how long they had been seeing each other. My mom never really told me about those sorts of things. I just remember waking up one day and having a strange man in the house. Like many only children, I was furious. I felt like he was trying to take away my mother, and so I started acting out. Even more so than usual. I was out late every night, drinking or getting high with my friends. The breaking point came when my mom had to come pick me up after I got caught shoplifting." "She swore up and down that she didn't know what was wrong with me and that she was going to get me some professional help. A whole string of psychologists and therapists later, and I'm still just as fucked up as ever." Liz chuckled as she said that, and then continued on with her story. "Not that Scott was a bad guy. In fact, he kind of stood up to my mom and spoke up on my behalf. 'Kids will be kids,' he told her. He was also quite good looking too. He was a big guy, with long brown hair and a nice beard. He was a biker and wore a lot of leather and denim. Hell, he even offered to teach me how to ride a Harley some time, which was pretty cool of him. He also let me sneak a beer now and then, so eventually I started to warm up to him. But I was always a little jealous, and mad at my mom for trying to change things so soon." "Anyway, one day I woke up and my mom was nowhere to be found. I asked Scott if he had seen her, and he told me that my grandmother had an accident. Apparently she fell and broke her hip. She was okay, but my mom had gotten the call in the middle of the night and driven out to Tucson to see her. She had left Scott in charge of the house. It was going to be just the two of us for the rest of the week. Right about then I realized a perfect way to get what I wanted, and to get back at my mom too." "Quickly going back up to my room, I looked through my wardrobe for the sexiest, trashiest, sluttiest outfit that I could find. Now, you have to keep in mind that I'd never had sex up until this point. Yeah, I was still dressing really provocatively, but all of my knowledge on the subject came from the sex ed class I had to take and a couple of skin flicks I'd secretly gotten my hands on. Still, I wasn't that naive, and I really knew how to turn guys on. Eventually I wound up settling on a pair of fishnets, a tight pleather mini-skirt and a corset that pushed my tiny little boobs together. No man could resist that combo." "When I came back down, Scott immediately took notice of me, just as I had planned." "'Where are you going dressed like that,' he asked me." "'Just out,' I told him." "Scott said that my mom probably wouldn't approve of me going out dressed like that, so I asked him if there was anything that we could do in the apartment instead. When he didn't answer right away, I walked over and sat down on his lap, and told him that I had a couple ideas that we could work on. I could feel his rock hard cock through his jeans. He didn't make any effort to fight me as I unzipped his pants and whipped out his erection. It was huge too, even bigger than the ones they have in porno movies. Trying to copy the girls from those movies, I went down between his legs and knelt." "I had a little trouble getting all of his cock into my mouth at first. It was just so big. Eventually I was able to get a good part of it in, so I closed my eyes and started to bob my head up and down as I sucked him off. It was surprisingly difficult given that it was my first time and all. Scott seemed to be enjoying it, though. I could feel the tip of his cock pressing against the back of my throat. It took everything I had to try and suppress my gag reflex. And even then I was still coughing form it." "Eventually Scott tapped me on the head and looked down. I stopped and he pulled his rigid cock out of my young mouth." "'It's your first time, isn't it,' he asked me." "I shook my head, hoping that I could convince him I wasn't a virgin. He didn't fall for it though." "'It's okay,' said Scott, 'I'll be gentle. I just think we should probably go in the other room.'" "He led me into the bedroom... the same bedroom where he made love to my mother each night. For some reason, the thought of making love to her new boyfriend on her own bed was really starting to get me wet. I undid my corset, exposing my perky young breasts and laid down on the bed, spreading out my legs. I had made sure not to wear any panties, when I hiked up my little skirt, he could see everything. Scott quickly got undressed and was immediately on top of me." "It was so hot to feel him over me, kissing my neck and fondling my breasts. I was already pretty wet when I felt his hand slide down over my belly and go down to my cunt. He slid one finger in, and then the next, and then another. He got three fingers in me and started to go at it. Now I'd masturbated before, but this was so much better. I could feel him just... stretching me out..." Liz was obviously excited by her memories, and it took her a moment to regain her composure. "Anyway," she continued, "Scott kissed me on the forehead, then I knew he was going to penetrate me. I waited for it with my eyes closed tight. I could feel him spreading my legs apart, and then gently pressing the tip of his cock into my eighteen year old pussy. I breathed deeply, waiting for it to come. Every second seemed to stretch on for an eternity. Gradually I could feel his rock hard manhood filling me up, stretching my young pussy beyond its limits." "Yeah, it hurt at first. A lot, in fact, but as I lay there silently he just kept going. Soon it started to feel pretty good. I wrapped my slender legs around him, trying to enjoy my first time. Scott just kept going at it, until suddenly, he went motionless for a moment and pulled out of me. I didn't know what was going on, until I looked up and saw him starting to shoot jizz across my belly and tiny tits. I remember being a little pissed at him for staining my skirt, but that didn't stop us from fucking like little sex bunnies for the rest of the weekend." "When my mom finally came home, we had to keep our little thing a secret. We still found time to fuck now and then whenever she was out of the house, but eventually she wound up figuring it out. My mom was furious. I'd never seen her that pissed. She broke things off with Scott and kicked him out of the house right away. Then she gave me the choice of either getting kicked out with Scott, or going to college far, far away from her. I chose college." The other girls were shocked at Liz's confession. They knew that she was freaky and had some serious issues, but nobody knew just how far gone she really was. "So," interrupted Melissa, a busty brunette from the Midwest, "You had sex with your mom's boyfriend? Ewww... that's kinda gross." "Hey," exclaimed Liz, "He was pretty good looking, and besides he couldn't resist these!" Liz lifted her top and flashed the other girls her perky young breasts. To nobody's surprise, both of her nipples were pierced with tiny silver barbells. "And I was the one that seduced him," she said as she pulled her top back down. There was a brief moment of silence and a notable tension in the air as none of the other girls quite knew what to say after that... interesting display. After a while Jenna finally spoke up. "Well," she said, "Who wants to go next? Any takers?" University of Life Ch. 04 Beth was sitting cross-legged on the floor just like everyone else. She had let her mind wander and when she returned to the reality of the rec room she saw that everybody was looking at her. "Come on Beth, your next let's hear what you got." Red face, she shook her head no but soon everyone was chanting, 'Beth, Beth, Beth.' She knew they'd never give her peace until she told her story. "My story involves a man we all know and I don't think it's right to say his name." "Come on Bethy, you know the rules, it all in, no holding back. Just give us the dirt girl and let the chips fall where they may." That damn Liz, with her story out Beth had no excuse not to tell the truth. "OK, everybody remembers Professor Barnsworth, well---" "Oh hell no, not Barnsworth he old enough to be your grandfather, come on Beth what were you thinking?" "Just let me finish, geese Melissa, not Barnsworth. Anyway when he was sick last year I had to take him some paperwork from the department." "Beth you're such a kiss ass, I swear." "Hush Liz let her finish, or at least get started." "When I arrived Professor Miller was there to visit. As I started to leave, Bill, I mean Professor Miller said he was leaving and offered me a ride back. After we got into his car, he asked if I wanted coffee and somehow we ended up at Leon's on the other side of town." Beth looked at her audience for the first time now and she could tell she had their attention. Professor Miller was the cutest instructor on campus and she knew all the girls had a crush on him. Tall and athletic looking, his blond hair, way too long, made a girl think of California and warm beaches. But it was his killer smile that all the females thought of first and some had heard he could melt snow with it. Of course, he had a reputation as a player by the way he flirted with all the women in his classes. As far as anybody knew, he had never been accused of any wrongdoing. "There we were sitting in the back of Leon's at one of those little tables so close our knees were touching. I looked into those soft blue eyes of his and I knew I was in trouble. I just made my decision right there I was going as far as he would take me. I was so nervous I swear I could hear my own heart beat. It was like he could read my mind and when I looked at him again he smiled and said that we should leave. That made me jump and I told him no, I wasn't ready to go back to campus yet. He just smiled and said he wasn't ready to go back either. He took my arm and led me back to his Volvo. It was still nice and warm but I think the heat coming from my body would have melted an iceberg. He drove us back to his apartment off campus and once inside he offered me a drink. I knew I was too nervous for booze so I took coffee instead." "Beth you should have taken the booze it would have relaxed you more than coffee." "I know but I don't drink much and I was afraid I might get sick. When he kissed me, I lost my nervousness right away and I knew I'd done the right thing. Listen I know you all will think I'm crazy but every since I first thought about losing my, well you know what I mean; I wanted it to be good. I didn't want to lose it in the back seat of some boy's car. I wanted to be naked and comfortable and I wanted it to be with someone..." "Yeah we know someone special, Beth we all had that dream as little girls but once you're in the real world you learn it doesn't work that way." "No not like that I just wanted a man who knew what he was doing and from what I'd heard about Miller I decided he was my best chance." Professor Miller was not only handsome he came with quite a rep as a ladies' man and Beth could just tell he knew his way around a woman's body. "We sat down on his couch together and when he put his arm around me I just melted against his chest. I told myself not to chicken out, then I turned my head up to his, and he reached down to put his lips to mine. I don't know how long we kissed it felt light hours, my heart was pounding in my chest and I was getting so excited I thought I might pass out. When he put his hand on my breast, I couldn't stand it any longer, and I just blurted out, please take me. He looked into my eyes for the longest time and I know my face was turning bright red because I could feel the heat in my cheeks. Then without a word he stood and picked me up in his arms---" "No way," "Yes way, Amy, It's embarrassing to admit but I felt like a bride as he walked me to his bedroom. First, he undressed me and I kept trying to remember what undies I was wearing. I sat naked on his bed, as he began to undress. Now I have been naked in front of a boy before but not enough to feel comfortable so just to occupy myself I asked if I could undress him. This made me feel sexy and somehow in control as I took off his clothes until he wore nothing but undies. No I know what you're going to ask, he was wearing boxers. With one yank, he was now as naked as I was, then I sat next to him as he put a rubber on it. He lay me down and then I blurted out that I was a virgin. He just smiled as he told me he already knew that. Now how would he know that, I just don't understand men." The questions came from all over the room, "Did you like it?" "How many times did you do it?" "Have you been back since that night?" There were more but Beth couldn't keep track, "Let me just say it was more than I've ever dreamed and I don't remember it even hurting. I spent the night in his apartment and he drove me back to campus early. As for Bill, I mean Professor Miller I guess I was just another trophy because he has never asked me out since. You can believe me when I say if he called right now I'd be over there in a heartbeat." Now the room was quiet and as Beth looked around, she could tell each girl was imagining herself in Beth's place. This made her feel good and she was so glad she had told her story.