I knew Natalie back in college, we met at orientation. We were both jews from Long Island, we both loved movies, and plays, but I hadn't seen any of hers, which she liked. It was hard for her on campus, it was before iPhones, and Instagram, but it was still hard on her, honestly, I don't think she would have made it today.
She's still famous today, but in the early two thousand's, she was a star, especially on campus. She was a millionaire, model, and actress, and she was in our freshman Pych class. She got a lot of attention, people were staring, hitting on her, trying to strike up conversations. Worst of all was the staring, it was constant, all the guys wanted to bang her, half of them pretended they did. A lot of the girls gossiped about her, and the ones that were desperate for her approval were stand-offish.
I was something of a haven for her, I was gay, had no interest in the industry, and my family had money. We were close, I even stayed at her place when I had to leave my off-campus housing due to a roommate issue. We had a lot of the same classes; we were both psych majors. Although I avoided the hard sciences like the plague.
She had tried to maintain her conservative persona to get away from her Lolita image. She avoided hooking up with too many guys, dating a couple, but always made them wait a few months before sleeping with them, even if she wanted to sleep with them sooner. She was very careful, even still the couple of guys who slept with her were fast to brag about it. It was hard for her, no matter how she dressed, or acted, everyone stared, everyone wanted a piece of her, a piece of ass, a piece of fame, money, her grades, somebody wanted something. I took in he spirit it was given, and even got to enjoy a couple of collateral cocks.
I never knew her to be a big slut, but she did have one night in college, post-exams, drunk off her ass, This is the story of Natalie's wild night.
We were at a final club party, neither of us were a member but Natalie got an invite, I was her plus one. It was good overall. None of the openly gay guys were there, but there were a couple of guys, who might be down after a few beers, so I had to play the long game, Natalie was doing well it was dark, and loud, and people were treating her like everyone else, she didn't have security with her, she hardly ever did on campus, so I tried to keep an eye on her.
We drank, we danced, we tried to get our freak on a little, but around midnight, I realized I hadn't seen her in a minute. I excused myself from the guy I was dancing with and hoped that he wouldn't get insecure about the boner I gave him before I got back.
The party was in a multi-story town house, and so I have to push around, the a hundred or so people crowded around. I heard people in the little fenced area in the backyard.
That's where I found her, she was safe, but I could tell she was uncomfortable. Some bro was trying to dance with her and was having trouble taking no for an answer. I stepped in, the white knight I was and told her I had just got an important phone call. He kept trying to keep her there, and pull her (with an open hand back to himself)
We got to the other side of a shed, where it was just the two of us. She looked beautiful, but tired.
"Are you all right?" I asked.
"Yeah, he was just getting a little handsy, he wanted to know if Amidala shaved her bush." She spoke.
" Ewww." I said.
" Eww." She nodded.
"Thanks for saving me." she said staring off into the distance.
We stood in silence for a moment.
"Do you have a smoke?" She asked.
I laughed. "Yeah sure." she giggled. I let her one and lit one for herself.
"He must have really got to you."
"It's not even him, it's everyone, you know. I've been here for four years. I get it day one, "oh look it's that chick from Leon", but it's been four years, and they still treat me the same."
I nodded. "People suck sometimes," I said.
She crouched down, resting her back on the wall, and I joined her.
"Even now people are staring." She gestured to a couple gawkers who turned away quickly
"Like is this my life, is this what its going to be like, I always have to be on guard, always." She started crying, and I wrapped my arm around her and pulled her in.
I held her tight, waiting for her crying to turn back to heavy breathing. I knew how hard it had been hard it had been for her but she rarely got this hard about it.
"you've met some good people." I said, trying to cheer her up.
She looked up at me teary eyed. She had a beautiful face, rosy cheeks, pointy ears, and almon eyes. She would make a great beard.
"It's not you, you're a good friend, it's just everyone you know." she said, trying to wipe her face.
"Come on sweetie, don't mess up your makeup," I said and wiped her face carefully to avoid smearing.
She gave a forced quarter smile, but she still didn't want to make eye contact. She just took another drag from the cigarette, and finished her drink, resting her head against the shed.
"I know what will cheer you up, I got some sweet gossip for you."
She exhaled from her nose, "Go ahead. |
I let out a small laugh, she loved a good bit of gossip even when she was depressed.
She giggled to herself and wiped her face aware of the vulnerability.
She stared at me expectantly.
"Share the hot gossip." She said. (It was the early 2000's doesn't judge us.)
"Okay, so you know Rachel Sodwood?" (Not her real name)
"Yes,"
"Well, she broke up with mike, allegedly," I said.
"Allegedly." She repeatedly smirked.
"So, she was dancing, with Danny..."
"Which Danny?" She asked.
"Danny Blanco" (Not his real name)
She shook her head, not familiar with him.
"Black Danny, on the football team."
She blushed, "oh that Danny."
I nodded sarcastically. "Yeah, that Danny." He was a well-known hunk on campus, and there was a rumor he was very well endowed.
"She defiantly has a type."
"She does, but let me finish."
Natalie rested her head on my shoulder.
"So Mike shows up, and I think there is going to be some drama, I see Mike, and Danny move away I think there is going to be a fistfight. But Rachell gets between them, the three of them talk for a while. And I don't know what the conversation was, but she ended up going to one of the bedrooms, with both."
Natalie's mouth dropped to the floor.
"At the same time?" She asked.
I nodded. "I heard moaning, that girl was getting spit roasted."
"Don't be gross." she said through giggles.
"Not that I would mind getting tag teamed by them." I said with a smirk. They were both big jocks, both about 6 feet tall and beefy. Danny was a little heavier, with a shaved head, but other than that they were pretty much just stereotypical frat jocks, not that I spent much time with them.
She turned her head and raised an eyebrow.
"They're pretty cute." she said with a cheeky smile.
"She really has a thing for black guys."
"And Black guys really have a thing for her."
"She is popular," Natalie said. She looked tired, not like she was going to cry, but just like she remembered a bad memory.
"Hey, you're popular too, I'm sure those football jocks, would tag team you if you wanted."
She smirked a little, but that died too.
"I couldn't even if I wanted to, it would be in the tabloids tomorrow, and I would get a call from my agent, telling me if I want to get respect, I have to act respectable..." She was slurring her words, she was drunker then I thought.
"You know I used to think fame took my childhood, and I didn't care..." She started crying again, gasping between breaths, "I thought, fuck it, I never cared about being a kid, I was always old for my age, but now I'm a woman, I'm in college and I can't even enjoy it, I can't do anything without calculating the risk.
I felt her pain.
I held her close, and kissed her forehead, she was sniffing back tears.
"We've met some good people, we had some good classes, you know, you're a celebrity, but you have friends, you have family, and you're going to be okay," I said.
She was unaffected.
"Fuck it." She said getting up and dusting herself off.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
" I'm going to go fuck that guy, I don't care if he's ab asshole, I'm going to cum, fuck the tabloids."
"Wait wait wait.." I said, trying to stop her.
"You just need to let off a little steam" I said.
"That's what this was supposed to be." She spoke.
"You need to get laid tonight, and I know the perfect place, but you have to be a little more casual, you can blow off steam in private.
She stared at me drunkly.
"I drove to her place, off campus, having a place off campus at Harvard was a big deal, out of 20 thousand students, maybe a hundred lived off campus, you had to fill out a bunch of applications, it was a bitch, but she was important enough to have it. It was modest with a door man, and I think maybe a handful of non-relatives had been there, she got her mail in a PO box under, a different name.
It was beautiful, well decorated, but she was a busy student, it looked like a high-end hotel room, cozy, but devoid of personalization. The only proof of her who lived there was a couple photos of her family, and a few of her film awards.
I sat on the couch waiting, and drinking a beer from her fridge, she returned in a white tang top, he small enhanced by the tight top. Her nipples poking out, small red shorts, and her hair in a ponytail. IF she put on a sweatband, she would look like an 80's works out video star
"You look great, but I don't want you walking around like that you'll freeze, or a pap will see you." I said. She went into her walk in, and came back with a stylish Trench coat, and heels, if she didn't look like a hooker before, she did now.
She came back with a "I hadn't had vodka in a while" Exhale" as she riffled her little shot glass.
She flopped onto the couch and looked up at me.
"Have you ever don't it with a Black guy before?" She asked.
I wasn't sure where it was coming from.
"Yeah, have you?"
"I haven't, I'm twenty-two, I haven't even slept with a Black guy."
"Rachell, have you thought about trying it out?"
