1 comments/ 15996 views/ 2 favorites The College Club Ch. 01 By: Kot_Carson Both RaleighBoy and Peterspeter have stories on here in which I've drawn inspiration from for this story. I really recommend checking out their work as well, since if it was not for them I would not have had the muse to write this (hopefully) ongoing series. Though both of those stories seem to have stopped being written, I could not have been inspired for this work with out theirs. I also have a homage to frozenhero1, whose work on Lit is fantastic and inspired me greatly. He's currently on hiatus due to a loss in his family and I can only wish him and his family the best. I hope everybody enjoys it, and as always, I not only welcome comments but also encourage constructive criticism so my stories can only get better! Bonus points to whomever can guess who I've named my fictitious university after. Not what, who. Like, guess people whose names I just named it after, it's not based on any actual college. ===== Prologue December 21, Los Angeles John's mother brought in the mail when she arrived home from work as usual. John and his father were both home already home. John got home a few hours ago from school and his father worked from home. "John, honey," his mother called from the kitchen. "You've got something here. From The Palmer Institute of Higher Learning!" John quickly jumped up from the couch where he and his father were watching The Lakers take on The Suns. "Tell me if Nash does anything amazing, Pops," he said running into the kitchen to join his mother. His mother handed him the envelope; it was thick. John's hands shook as he pulled up the envelope's flap. The Palmer Institute was his first choice for college, he had even applied early admission; meaning if he was accepted by Palmer, he would immediately enroll for the upcoming fall term and withdrawal all other college applications he'd turned in. It was roughly 45 minutes away from home, which seemed like a perfect distance in order to be far enough away from his parents to have independence but also close enough if he ever needed something or (much more likely) if he and his friends-to-be wanted free laundry service and a home cooked meal. He took a deep breath and finally tore the envelope's flap completely open and dumped the contents on the kitchen island. "Well?!" He asked frantically search for anything that might indicate whether he got in or not. John's mother, clear headed as she was, quickly picked up a single page of paper. "It's not that one, Mom," John said rolling his eyes. The acceptance letter had to be longer than a single page. "Ahem," his mother said, clearing her throat as John's father joined them in the kitchen as well. "Dear Mr. Llewelyn, Here at The Palmer Institute of Higher Education blah blah blah. The Palmer institute only picks the most talented students of science who will greatly benefit from the education we provide. We only pick the students that we believe that students with high integrity are the best fit for our student body. We also believe that compassion for others is of the utmost importance. It is for these and many other reasons that we are greatly proud to call you one of our students. Your compassion for others was clear in your essay about how you want to help students with learning disabilities as an ultimate goal after higher education. Enclosed you will find... blah blah blah." "I... I... I GOT IN!" John screamed! He and his parents couldn't be more excited! The rest of John's senior year of high school would be a cakewalk. He already got into college! The second semester was going to be great. And even greater things were to come! Or so he and his family thought. ==== January "I hate this yield sign," John thought to himself while watching traffic and waiting to turn right. Something behind him caught his attention, and he glanced to his rearview mirror. He wished he didn't; behind him a semi had lost control and was skidding toward him, wheels screeching on the wet pavement. With a split second before the impact, John jammed his foot on both the break and emergency break in his Prius. He was going to get hit by the semi, hopefully he could stop his car from being launched into the oncoming traffic. Less than a second later, he felt the impact propel him forward. Then nothing. John woke up in the hospital. He held his hand up shielding his eyes from the lights in the room. His head was killing him, so was his right knee and left side of his face. "Oh, honey, you're awake! Your Dad and I were so worried!" "What... what happened?" Asked John, realizing he was hooked up to an IV and monitoring equipment. He didn't have the courage to look at his leg or feel his face yet. "You were in a car accident, you're in the ER now, John," his mother said. "You should be okay, you have a concussion but other than that just minor cuts and bruises." "Mmmm," John mumbled lying back. If he only had cuts and bruises why did his face and knee feel like they were smashed with a sledge hammer? ===== April "We figured it out," John's doctor said to him, as he massaged his knee. "It's a rare neurological condition. Your face and knee were hurt in that accident, but healed as they should have. The nerves, however, must have had extensive damage." "So basically," John began to summarize in layman's terms, "My face and knee are fine, but my brain thinks they're still hurt from the accident? And that's why they both hurt more than any pain I've ever felt before?" "I'm afraid so," the doctor said. She smiled at him, though she knew it would do little good. "Hey, look on the bright side, we have a diagnosis now. And now nobody will think you're crazy." "Mmmm," John mumbled. "How long 'til the pain goes away?" The doctor's weak smile disappeared. She sighed and tried to look as reassuring as should could to John and his parents. "Well, you could go into remission tomorrow. Or you could have this nerve pain for life." That was the last thing any of them wanted to hear. John broke the awful silence first. "So right now, I just gotta keep taking my meds and using a cane? Will I ever get off it?" The doctor gave the same answer as before. This definitely wasn't the news John wanted to hear, especially since his semester was winding down and he'd be headed off to college soon. ===== August "Name?" Asked the Resident Advisor sitting at the check in table. "Llewelyn. John Llewelyn." "Oh, I was given special instructions for you, following me." As he, John and John's parents followed with some of his belongings, the RA continued, "We have you in the disabled room... I know that sounds shitty, but you're a lucky guy. It's bigger and you have your own bathroom and shower." The RA showed them the room. It was big, by dorm standards. It looked like John would also have a roommate since there was a second bed, desk and dresser. "Roommate here yet?" John asked the RA while unpacking his medications. "Not yet, but if there's any problem you let me know, ok? I have to go check in the rest of the students. Seriously, call me if you need anything, John." John thanked the RA and he and his parents continued to unpack until his side of the room was completely set up. As if on cue another student and his parents walked into the room. The other student looked around and walked up to John. "Dude, this is huge! It's awesome we get the disability room, isn't it?" John smiled and held up his cane. "It's not as awesome when you're the reason they have a disability room." He said sarcastically. "Er... sorry. I didn't mean, I mean, I..." the other student stumbled for words, clearly embarrassed by his faux pas. "It's cool," John said, swinging the cane between his fingers. "I'm John, guess we'll be living together, and these are my folks." Everybody introduced themselves, John's learned his roommate's name was Randal and seemed cool enough. ===== End of First Semester, Freshmen Year Throughout the first and second semester, John saw less and less of Randal. It wasn't that the two weren't friends, but Randal just wasn't around as much any more. He would spend his nights and weekends elsewhere, and never really told John where he went during this time. Making friends was especially hard for John, he was very self conscious about needing a cane and generally being disabled in college. He made a few, but nothing really seemed long lasting. Eventually, John ended up staying in the room most weekends and playing Skyrim or something by himself in between homework breaks. Though it was hard to admit, his self-imprisonment was depressing him and he really felt like a hermit at The Palmer Institute, and having a handicap didn't help in the least. "Hey man," Randal said walking into the room one Friday night. John, reading some comics in bed, and gave a wave hello. The two went about their business for a few moments until John finally decided to just ask Randal what was up with his disappearing act. "Alright man, what's going on? I like never see you anymore. What the hell's up?" Randal collapsed onto his bed. "You know what, I was talking to my friends in this club I belong to about you, and I think it's time I filled you in. It was hard for me to make friends before, but a junior in one of my classes told me about it. It's kind of hard to explain, but tomorrow there's gunna be this meet'n'greet. It sounds stupid, I know, but come. I think you'd really dig the club and the members." John put down the current issue of Captain Darkness he was reading and sat up in the bed. "Are there any girls in the club? I'm not joining another sausagefest, that anime club I went to that one time was awful." Randal laugh. "Yes, there's girls there, dork. That's kind of what the club's for. You have a tough time meeting people, especially girls, right?" John couldn't deny it. He hadn't been on a date since before his accident. He gripped his cane in two hands, "What girl would want me?" "John, you're like the nicest guy. Okay sure, your cane might put off some people. But would you really want to be friends or date people like that?" Randal didn't wait for John to answer, not that he was going to anyway, "So listen, the club's kind of a secret. You won't see them with a table during club week or whatever. So, don't tell anyone unless you get the okay to advertise, okay?" That was kind of weird, but if it meant making new friends who wouldn't judge him John would go along with it. "Alright, John, it's tomorrow at noon. Food'll be provided. If you really want to make friends quickly, bring your meds." That last part was a joke, one of the medications John used was medicinal marijuana and although many college students use it recreationally, for John medicinal marijuana was something more than a recreational drug. It allowed him to walk without the use of a wheelchair – something no other pharmaceutical drug could do at this point in the progression of John's nerve damage. He still kept his wheelchair in his dorm room should the need arise to use it due to a flare up of pain, extreme muscular weakness or any other of the menagerie of reasons. John laughed, he'd bring his weed of course, but he wouldn't be sharing it. "Alright, you talked me into it. And speaking of meds..." John took out a long, clear, cylindrical glass pipe with a tiny white treefrog just above the green bowl. He packed the bowl with one small pinch of marijuana, put the pipe to his lips, lit the bowl and inhaled deeply. He took the pipe away from his mouth and exhaled after about ten seconds, then repeated the process two more times; taking 3 hits of marijuana in total. He laid back in bed and continued to read his comic as the medication went to work. "I still can't believe you get to do that out in the open," moped his roommate. "Yeah, it's a really great trade off to being crippled. That and getting on airplanes first. Oh, and at Disneyland, I get to cut the lines. Yep. Nerve damage sure is a blessing." John was sarcastic of course, and Randal knew it. Sarcasm was one of John's many defense mechanisms after the accident he developed. John also developed his very dark sense of humor accident as well. Still, at least he had his medical marijuana and many prescription medications to help his condition. He could only imagine what his leg and face would feel like without these marvels of medical science. As he began to, he shook it off, and distracted himself with his comic again; thinking about what he'd experience and do without medical help was something John never liked thinking about. Luckily, the marijuana helped with that as well. "Hey man," he said, finally breaking the silence between him and his roommate. It wasn't an awkward silence; the two roommates tended to lead somewhat separate lives even when Randal was in the room. "This meeting, you're not just fucking with me with some friends and have hired a hooker for tomorrow, right?" "No, but, well," Randal didn't quite know how to explain a certain aspect of the club so he struggled for words. "Alright, I'll just come out and say it. It's not really just a club. It's sort of like a 'Try Out Different Friends With Benefits,' club." "Wha—?" "Okay, it's like this man. Tomorrow people are going to like see whether or not you should be admitted to the club, if you'd be a good fit. There's only a few openings and we don't want to let in people who won't fit. Don't worry, bro, I'm one of the people who is gunna be assessing you or whatever. I've already told them all about you and we're gunna make sure you get it. Just don't do anything really stupid, ok?" "Alright. Can you explain more about the dating thing...?" This club was sounding perplexing. "Okay, we're not really supposed to talk about that, but whatever. In my mind you're in the club already, and if you don't get in there'll be hell to pay. Anyway, it's like this dude, all the members of the club are all like us, they all have like a hard time meeting people because they're either like too busy with school work or they're shy or something like that. So there's this club that meets and has like a sign-up whiteboard matrix that's set up with guys names going up and down and girls names going side to side. So like from time to time you should check your box and see who has put a tick on it. The girls here get to choose 3 dates a week, all you have to do is specify how many dates you think you can have time to go on for that week." "Okay, I guess I understand." "Oh yeah, and those 3 dates you get per week can't be turned down unless there's like a real reason you have to or like one of you comes to us and explains why it won't be a good match, y'know? Oh yeah, and if you're busy with school or whatever, you don't have to use all your dates any given week, y'know? So there could be some weeks when you're really busy and have zero, and others where you have 3. There's a little more to it than that, but you'll find out as the club progresses, y'know?" "For sure, man, that sounds great." The two talked a little bit more, and Randal gave John directions and the address where the meetup would take place. During this time, John was able to take the rest of his nighttime medication. After a little more talking, John could feel the meds kicking in. "Alright man, I think I'm gunna hit the hay. If you're not staying here, no worries. I'll catch you tomorrow." ===== John woke up the following day and found to not surprise his roommate's bed hadn't been slept in. "I should just push them together one day and get a bigger bed out of it," he thought going into his private shower. After showering, grabbing something quick to eat from his mini-dorm-fridge John had some time to kill before the meetup began. He decided to work on his Dungeons and Dragons character for an upcoming campaign he was planning to take part in... online, on a forum-based role playing game site. After putting the final touches on the character about an hour had passed. John, leaned back in his computer chair, looked up at the crummy-looking ceiling and sighed. "I really do need a life outside this dorm room," he admitted quietly to himself. "Oh shit," he said to himself realizing what time it was and just how much time had passed since he began working on his Druid. "I gotta go to the meeting. I don't want to be too late and make a horrible impression." With that, John closed the lid of his laptop, putting the computer to sleep. He began choosing a wardrobe for the gathering. He finally decided on wearing something he'd normally wear to something like this – that way he wouldn't give any false impressions about himself. The weather was pretty nice for this time of year in the L.A. area where the Palmer Institute was located. John decided jeans and a shirt with the DeLorean from Back to the Future and the Tardis from Dr. Who having crashed into one another. The caption underneath read: "It Came Out of Nowhere." It was a great shirt, John's favorite, in fact. It would take somebody truly special to understand and laugh at the shirt's joke. Hopefully, John would be able to meet a number of young women who got the joke. This was supposed to be a club for geeks, nerds, technophiles, dorks, whatever you wanted to call them, and this was a club for people like that. People who had not found a circle of people to call friends. John finished the wardrobe off with a Lakers hat. They were his favorite team, especially now that Steve Nash was on it. In John's mind, he was the best point guard in basketball, regardless of the fact he was nearly 40. "Now or never," mumbled John, taking some of his medication and placed the containers containing both his regular pharmaceutical medication and his joints in a bag he carried everywhere since he was unable to keep things in his pockets anymore. He liked his man-bag anyway; it was decked out in super hero pins, as well as many other pins he'd collected while attending college. "Please," he wished silently, "Please let me make some friends who are interested in me for more than just my medical marijuana." On that note, John began walking out of his room, toward the meeting's location just off campus. It was going to be a little bit of a long walk, hopefully he'd be able to find a ride back to his dorm if he felt he would not be able to walk back due to pain. ===== It took a while, and John's leg was killing him by the time he found the off campus residence the meeting was taking place at. Walking here instead of driving was a bad idea, one that John knew he shouldn't have done, but it was too late to change any of that now. He walked up to the front of the house. He sneered, taking in what lay ahead of him, "Great. Now I have to climb some stairs? This house might as well be built like a monastery in Tibet!" "Hahaha, I know, right? They should put in an escalator or something. 'What do I look like? A guy who ain't lazy?'" The voice came from behind him and took him by surprise. Not only was it a quote from Futurama, but it was a girl making it! "Do you need some help climbing them into the house?" the girl asked. Now she not only quoted Futurama but she also offered him help? It was rare for a stranger to offer him help, even here at The Palmer Institute – where students with high integrality. The gesture and quote completely threw John off. The young lady held him by the left arm, allowing him to grip the handrail with his right. It was a struggle, but John managed to make it up the stairs with a minimal amount of cussing. Once at the top, he took in the girl with the kindest heart he'd met since he moved into the dorms. She was tall, quite a bit taller than John who only stood at 5'7". Her hair was long, dirty blond and tied into a ponytail. She wore yoga pants that hugged every curve of her thin, yet muscular physique. On top, she had a T-Shirt with the Palmer Institute's mascot, Atlas holding an atom instead of the earth. The College Club Ch. 01 "Just come from gym?" John asked. "How'd...?" the girl wondered out loud. "The racquet ball goggles on your head are a give away. There's also that awesome headband you're sporting. They're a good look." "Oh, my gosh!" the girl screamed, grabbing the two objects for atop her head. "Oh man, I ran back to my dorm room, to throw my gym bag in before the lunch and I must've forgotten to take these two off! Man, I didn't even bring a bag, now I have to carry these stupid things around with me and everybody's gunna be all, 'Hey remember that girl holding the racquetball goggles the whole time? She's out.' And then I won't get into the club and... and..." her blue-green eyes began to well up. "Whoa, whoa, don't worry, just put them in here." John held open his manbag for her. "You can get them after the party and nobody will ever know you're 'The racquetball goggles girl' except for me. It will be our secret and nobody'll be the wiser. I'm John, by the way. If you miss me after the party, I'm in the disability room over in Kent Hall. I'll keep good care of your goggles, I'll treat them as if they are my own!" She dropped her two racquetball accruements into John's bag and laugh. "Right. Our secret. I'm Carla. 'Carla the Crazy Racquetball Girl'." The two shook hands, and began to walk into the house. When they got about 3 feet from the door, John reached out with his cane and rang the doorbell. "Wow..." Carla said, after watching John ring the doorbell. "You're like a real life Dr. House!" John disagreed while they waited for the door. "Nah, Dr. House is both polite and high-spirited compared to me." Carla only rolled her eyes. It was clear he was being sarcastic. Just then the door opened. "Hello! Welcome! C'mon in, there're burgers, veggie burgers and plenty of other food and drinks. Help yourself to whatever ever you want! Just mingle and get to know each other and everyone else!" answered a woman both Carla and John immediately recognized. "Ms. Byshak?" asked Carla alarmed to see her sociology professor standing at the door. "No worries, come in, I'm just the faculty advisor and homeowner to your clubhouse. Grab something to eat and get to know everybody!" And that's just what the John did as best he could. "Hey, um, Carla, can you give me a hand at the buffet table? I can only use one hand since I gotta use my cane in my left. Can you just help out with the plate and stuff?" "Oh sure! Of course!" Carla said to John. "Let's go before all the seats fill up too." The two got some food and sat down at a picnic table in the house's back yard, near the grill and buffet table. At the table were already two girls, wearing nametags. "Where'd you get those?" asked Carla. One of the girls answered, "Oh, we're already members! See, our name tags are white? Um... do you see that table over there?" She pointed toward one near the front of the backyard, by the door. "There's some name tags over there, you're prospective members? You," she said directing her words to Carla, "should get a pink one. And for you," she brought her attention over to John, "Yours should be blue. Get it?" "Yeah, no problem, John said standing up. "I'll get them for us, I've got a pen in my bag." He walked over to the table. The ground was uneven which made walking with his cane more difficult, but if he didn't have the cane he wouldn't be able to walk on this grassy backyard altogether. He found the stacks of blue and pink nametags, though the pink pile was missing many more than the blue. "Guess the guys just aren't really here yet" John thought to himself grabbing one of each. He brought them back to the table where he and Carly quickly filled them out and put them on. Finally able to eat the two began talking with the two members. As their nametags indicated, their names were 'Becky' and 'Satomi'. Becky was a small-framed girl with a really funny sense of humor with shoulder-length brown hair. Satomi was an Asian girl who had very pretty, long, black hair. She seemed much shyer than Becky who seemed to talk without taking a break. Satomi was clearly shy, though she and Becky did seem to be close friends. After about 30-40 minutes later, everybody hanging out outside was called inside for a presentation. John had seen a few others wearing pink nametags and many others wearing white. But there were still no blue ones other than his own. Inside he saw about 9 guys and about 15 girls. The people wearing both the blue and the pink where asked to take a seat around a few chairs and pillows on the ground. John massaged his leg; unsure which would be better for his knee. The chair looked uncomfortable, but it would be difficult to get up after sitting down on one of the floor pillows. Satori had sat down on one of the chairs. She tugged on John's shirt and pat the seat next to her smiling shyly at him. Shrugging, John sat down, deciding it would probably better to sit in a chair than get stuck on the floor. Sitting, he twisted his cane in his hands, rolling it between the two. Satori put her hands on his, and held a finger to her mouth. "Don't be nervous, this next part will be quick and easy," she whispered. Becky went up to a microphone and tapped it a few times. "Okay, it looks like we're all here! Well, throughout your time here, some of our members were spying on you to see who would really fit in our club. Sorry, but Kristen you and Maya are both going to have to wait until we have some more openings in the club. There's only 3 openings right now and we think the others will fit in better. That means that Annie, Mita and Carla, you three are in! As for the men, there's only one open spot." The two girls crumpled up their nametags and threw them on the floor in disgust or disbelief. Whichever their emotion, those two girls walked out the door without incident. Witnessing this, John gulped. He figured he knew where this was going. He was going to be asked to leave because his disability had displeased somebody. How, he thought, could he be accepted if those other two pretty girls had already been asked to leave. John hung his head down and continued to twist his cane between his hands. "Just call someone's name and get it over with so I can get outta here." He thought. Becky tapped the microphone again. As people began talking amongst themselves about the new members who were just accepted. "Remember, we still have to introduce our new guy! Some of you probably already noticed but there's actually only one new guy here." John looked up, curiously. "His name is John, and he's definitely going to be a great fit here. He's Randal's roommate, and you all know Randal." There was a murmur throughout the room, and then Satomi put her arms around John, giving him a big hug. "You made it dude!" she said happily. The rest of the afternoon was spent getting to know people in the club, both men and women. Even with the nametags, John was going to have a hard time remembering everybody's names. It was nice to find a group of people that seemed to be into the same sort of stuff he was: video games, cartoons, comedies, Dungeons and Dragons, comics, and other stuff like that. Even many of the girls had some of these interests. It was also interesting to learn that many of the students in the club came from different backgrounds and ethnicities. As a member of this club, he was looking forward to making many new friends and dating, however they worked that system out. The time to find out how the dating worked came at last. Becky again was going to explain what was up, it occurred to John that she must be one of the older members of the club. This time Randal was up by the white board as well. Becky explained pretty much what Randal had already told John. When a girl marked her interest in having a date that upcoming week it would be up to the guy to set the time and place with contact info that would be provided. All the guys had to do was indicate how many dates they thought they'd be able to handle this upcoming week. Becky invited the guys to mark how many dates they'd like to have this week. John was the last to go up, most of the guys had indicated they wanted 3 dates that week. "Why not?" Thought John, who also marked 3 next to his name. Then, the guys were shuffled out of the room so the girls could mark who they would like to go on a date this week with. The guys would get to see who they'd get to schedule dates with when the girls were finished. The only rule was that new members could not have dates with other new members the first week. This made Carla a little sad, but there was always next week, when she'd definitely try to get one with John. ===== Outside, John chatted with the guys. It was great, for the first time he didn't feel like the disabled guy, these guys were all interested in learning more about him than just why he walked with a cane. He'd finally found a group of guys who had many things in common with himself, with only 3 dates this week, maybe he'd be able to find time to hang out with the guys as well. He learned that many of the club members ate lunch and dinner together in the Palmer's Institute's cafeteria, everybody becoming quite close since joining. It would be awesome not eating alone in his dorm room anymore. Finally, all the girls came back out, giggling quietly to each other. The guys then went back inside to check the board. Nervously, John looked at his name on the board. He would just die if nobody wanted to have a date with him this week. Although he indicated he'd be interested in 3 dates, he'd be happy if even one girl wanted to go on a date with him. To his surprise and relief 3 girls actually had indicated their interest! The first one was Satori, the Asian girl he'd sat with at lunch. Becky had also indicated her interest, and finally, the third was named Laura, although John couldn't put a face to the name. The party began to wind down and John realized he had driven here. He'd have to walk back to campus. "Need a ride?" someone asked from behind. It was Satori. "Uhm, yeah, I mean if you're going around Kent Hall." Satori blushed a little bit, "Yeah, I am. I actually live there too." They walked to her car and got in. The drive to campus was a little awkward, it was obvious that Satori was very shy. Not really knowing what to say or do, John just sat and listened to her stereo as she drove to the dorm. It didn't take long and soon she was parked in the lot. The two got out of the car and head to the dorm's door. "Well, thanks for the ride," he said to her. She began to walk away, the opposite direction of John's disability room. She smiled and walked toward her room. Once inside, John laid down on his bed. This was definitely going to help him make new friends, and dating would be pretty great too. He lit a joint and took a long drag; maybe somebody would look past his disabilities. Finishing his joint, he decided check his email. Surprisingly, he already had one from Becky, the club's leader. Becky was taking the initiative, and asking him if they could schedule their date sooner rather than later. She wanted to be the first one for John to take out so she could further explain the club in a little more depth. Chapter 1 John was already overwhelmed with everything all he wanted to do now was rest his leg, take his medication and take a nap. Now he had a date to make with Becky. He called her up, using the contact info she'd provided. "Hello?" Becky's cheerful voice answered to phone. "Hey, uhm, Becky, it's John. I got your email... you must have sent that out quickly!" "I emailed right after you left with Satori, I hope her driving didn't scare you too much. She's a little distractible when she drives." "Oh yeah, everything was fine. It turns out we live in the same dorm, just on opposite sides. So I'm pretty sure she knew where she was going." John replied. "Really? Yeah, that's cool..." she replied, it was obvious she wanted to talk about something else. "Oh, anyway," John said, catching on, "Uhm, you said in your email you wanted to set up a date and teach me a little bit more about the club? I'd love to, when would you like to do something?" "Are you free tonight?" she asked, twirling a piece of her dark brown hair around one of her fingers. That caught John a little off guard, but he was not doing anything this evening and answered her honestly, "Well, I was planning on taking a nap... but if you want to get dinner we could do that? Does that sound good?" "Oh yeah, sure. Is your leg okay? Was it too difficult at the meeting today?" "No, it was alright. I just would not have been able to make it back to my room without a ride. So, I just took some meds and need to lay down. Shall we meet at Palmer's cafeteria for dinner? Or do you want to go out somewhere?" "Uhm... why don't we meet at your dorm room, and we'll figure it out from there. Where do you live?" John gave her his dorm information and the two said they'd meet in a few hours. For now, John's leg really needed rest, and that was just what he intended to do. ===== A few hours later, he awoke feeling as well as he normally did. He massaged his face and knee while checking the time. He had about 20 minutes before Becky would arrive, so he used the time to take a quick shower and get ready. He put on a nice looking light-pink button-down shirt as well as a pair of khakis. He slipped on a pair of socks and a pair of black, white and gray Puma sneakers. Just as he was finishing up getting dressed there was a knock at his door. John limped over and opened the door, having left his cane by his bed while getting ready. As expected, it was Becky. John opened the door and she walked inside his room. She had her long brown hair tied back in a neat bun, and wore a tight fitting gray pencil dress. She had finished the outfit off with bright red heels and a small purse. "Wow. I am underdressed." It was the only remark John could muster, taking her outfit. He couldn't help but notice that it hugged her natural curves, even giving her some cleavage between her smaller sized breasts. "That's okay, I think the pink shirt looks good on you. I really liked the T-shirt you had on at the meeting. I don't think many people would get the joke. Listen, John, can we sit down for a second? I want to explain the rest of the club to you." John had no problem with that. He limped over to his bed and sat down. He offered her his computer chair, but she opted to sit next to him on the bed, which made him smile. She took a deep breath, blew it out slowly and began explaining the rest of the club to John. "We're more than just a dating, club, John," she said, placing her hand on his. It was a little awkward for John, but he let her keep it there. Honestly, feeling her hand on his was a little arousing. Becky leaned in closer to whisper something. "We're also a," then time slowed down as she said the next two words, "sex club." Before John could answer, Becky threw herself at him. She pushed him backwards in the bed, pushing him onto his pillows and straddled him. Her dress was too tight to straddle him comfortably, so she pulled it up just to her bellybutton, revealing a dark purple thong. Just as quickly, she leaned forward and began making out with a very surprised John. "Muut mmaaarr yyyoooo doooonniiiinnnn?" John asked, hoping she'd be able to understand him while she made out with him. At this point he wasn't doing much making out on his part, his mouth was more of a receptacle for her tongue to dive in and out of, wrestling his own tongue all the while. She sat up, breathing heavily, also giving John a chance to breath. "What the hell!?" asked John, literally scared. Here he was, disabled, with a girl he just met pinning him to the bed, with little idea of what was going on. Becky, began unbuttoning John's shirt. "I just told you. We're more than a dating club. We're a club that meets for dates and for sex. We all have needs, some people are too shy, others are too busy with their school work. Whatever, we're a group of people who meet for friendship and sex!" She leaned in, and began kissing him again. She finished unbuttoning his shirt and John leaned up, giving into his primal desires kissing her back this time. She pulled off the shirt, and threw it to the ground. The two fell back down onto his pillow, continuing to make out. John had never experienced something like this before. He'd had girlfriends in high school, but he never had any real sexual experience. This was going from zero to titty (see what I did there?) in seconds. Finally, after what felt like an enternity of making out with her atop him, John turned and pushed her off gently. "It was getting hard to breathe," he said, catching his breath. "That's not the only thing getting hard," Becky teased, as John realized to his horror he'd forgotten to zip his fly and his erection was fully showing beneath his boxers. He turned his back to Becky, trying to hide it. "Uh-uh," Becky said, turning him back around. "Things were just getting good!" John began to blush in embarrassment when he sat back down on the bed. The more embarrassed he got, the lower his erection became. "Oh, sweetie," Becky said, noticing the obvious deflation. "What's up?" "I've... I've never done anything like this before," John admitted. "I mean, I'm a virgin and now I'm in a sex club? Are you kidding me? I don't even have a clue what I'm doing!" Becky put her arm around John comfortingly. "Look, I saw that way you and Carla were looking at each other. You two got the hots for each other. Randal and I could both see it today. But part of the club is about helping other members, and kid you and Carla wouldn't have a clue what to do with each other. Think of the rest of the club's members as practice until you and she have a date. I know I might not be your type, and but I find you attractive, do you find me?" "Well, sure, I do," John admitted. "I mean, you saw it for yourself earlier!" Now he was joking about getting a boner with this girl. What a weird day. "Then, let's just do it, John." She touched between her legs, lightly caressing her purple thong. "I'm already totally, wet." Hearing that made John's penis begin to harden again. This was one of the strangest situations John had ever found himself in. But why the hell not? The farthest he'd gone sexually was a handjob, this very nice looking girl was throwing herself at him, asking for it. There was no turning back now. John leaned in and kissed Becky, catching her a little off guard this time. He pulled her back down atop him on the bed. "Here's he rules," he said between kisses. "You can't touch my right leg or left side of my face." "That's fine, I won't hurt you!" She sat up and began wriggling out of her dress. She pulled it up over the top of her head and threw it on the ground. No bra covered her small breasts, probably a B-cup guessed John. She then threw herself down atop John, so they were chest to chest, and began kissing him again. Feeling her breasts touching his skin was such a turn on. Becky pushed herself off him, and got off the bed. John looked at her curiously, and she back at him. What was she doing? "Alright, tough guy," Becky said, teasingly. If I'm not allowed to touch your leg, how do I take those pants and boxers off?" "By either asking nicely or very gently," John said, dryly. This little banter was a turn on as well, and Becky looked so pretty standing in his room wearing only her thong. "Which is it?" Becky began to unbuckle and unbutton his pants, but suddenly jumped back. "I... I think it'd be better it you did it, John. I really don't want to hurt you or aggravate your nerve damage or anything." The College Club Ch. 01 Ouch. That was a little bit of a turn off. But not for any reason controllable by Becky. She was being safe, ensuring their escapade could continue without any further pain from John's nerve damage. But the statement did make him feel other's definitely knew he was disabled. Handicapped. Different. "John quickly struggled out of his clothes, revealing his fully aroused penis to a girl for the first time since his accident." "Mmm," Becky cooed as she admired his cock, "Glad that's not nerve damaged." Without another word, she put her lips around John's dick and began to gently suck and tongue the head and the shaft. John gripped the bed sheets tightly between his fingers, this was his first blowjob and it was amazing. "NNnMmmmmmmm," he groaned with pleasure. Then, suddenly the pleasurable sensation stopped. He opened his eyes, which he hadn't even noticed he had closed. "Lay back down," Becky offered, stepping out of her wet purple panties. "You're not the only one who is going to get off tonight!" John laid back in bed, and then suddenly he realized something to his horror. "I... don't have any condoms." He confessed. "That's okay," Becky said caressing the head of his cock with her fingers and thumb. "All the girls in the club are either on the pill or patch or whatever and everybody gets STD checks – which you'll be getting every now and then. We're all clean, and we like it that way." His first time having sex, and he was going to go bareback. The idea of not being totally careful should have passed through his head, but this takes place in Literotica-Land and we don't need to think about all those negative repercussions of sex. John admired her naked body for the first time. She had a tidy little bush, which she obviously kept trimmed but not shaved all the way. "If I'm not the only one to enjoy himself, then c'mere," he said, motioning for her to come lay in bed with him. She climbed up, and John positioned her so she could continue to blow him while he fingered her. It had been far too long since he'd felt a woman's body like this. As he fingered her, her wetness began to spread. She moaned with pleasure and stopped sucking his cock. "Just like that. Oh my... oh man... I'm gunna... I'm... Uuuunnnnn... Hhhhhhuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhh... Oh John... keep going... I'm cumming... I'm cumming!" John continued to rub whatever he was touching inside of her as her orgasm spread throughout her small-framed body. She trembled ever so slightly as her orgasm ended and put her head down on John's stomach. "That was great! I guess you don't need any training in that area, do you?" She pushed John's hand out from her pussy and moved to straddle him. "But you're a virgin, so this'll all be new to you!" John felt her lower herself onto the tip of his cock. Her pussy was wet and warm, it felt amazing; like something he'd never felt before. "Oh my God!" he said, experiencing the pleasure of sex for the first time. "It's amazing. Keep going!" Becky thrust herself downward, her pussy enveloping all of John's cock. "John, you're huge!" she said, almost squealing. She humped into him, rubbing her clit on pubes as she began to cum again. The rocking and friction felt amazing for John too. "Becky... I'm..." "It's okay! I'm going to also... Just keep going! Huuuhhhhnnnn... Ggggnnnnnnnn..." John pushed his pelvis upward, pushing his dick as deep as it could go inside Becky's pussy. "Okay!" He said, rocking her on his pelvis. "Here... It... Aaaaaahhh... Hhhhnnnnnngggggg..." John's penis exploded inside her with one final thrust. She continued riding him until he stopped cumming and then slid off him. "Holy shit, John," she said, rolling off him and laying next to her lover. She was leaking cum all over his sheets. "You came so much. Oh my God. So much." John laid back catching his breath. "Yeah... That was... I mean... this is the best club ever."