Authors Note --
Please note that this is Adult Erotic Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!
I was intrigued by the idea of basing a story around journal entries, and although this is hardly a new idea, I thought that I'd give it a try.
So, here we are - the trials and tribulations of a rather naive, but determined young woman, just starting University and keen to experience life⦠oh, and to continue the family tradition of making the Football Cheerleader's team!
Constructive comments and scores are always welcome, but regardless, I sincerely hope that you enjoy β¦
Dear Diary... or whatever this is!
I promised myself that when I started at MidCounty University, I'd faithfully keep a journal to remind me in future years what my new life was like. Well, I guess this is it! My new life?! Well, I certainly hope so, because a new start is exactly what I'm looking for!
So, maybe I ought to introduce myself, goodness knows who might be reading this some day!
My name is Susan Meyer, and I'm here at MidCounty to study Classical /Modern English Literature. I'm not absolutely sure how I got into this from my modest, rural farming background, but I love reading (almost anything) and my school teachers always used to rate my essays! Anyway, having surprised practically everyone with my school grades...here I am!!
Maybe I ought to describe myself as well...do people really do that in journals?? Oh well, I guess that I will anyway! I'm nineteen years old, about average height (5'8 - but going on an extra inch if I'm on my toes and pulling my shoulders back!) Not that I'm vain or anything! I have light brown hair that curls just below my shoulders, a bright happy face (says my mum!), hazel eyes and...well, a medium build I suppose. Not too fat, not too thin, but pretty well toned and fit because I'm a keen athlete! My school year master, Mr Avery, used to call me 'Miss Average' for a whole variety of reasons (not all good!), which although vaguely accurate isn't entirely fair. Well, at least I don't think so, but I did used to hate him and maybe he knew! Anyway, another reason for a new start!
You'll note that it's now Thursday morning of my first week on campus, so I've got a bit of catching up to do already!
My mum and older sister brought me down last Sunday, and helped me get settled into my 'Freshers' dorm. It's three stories, females only (which got a raised eyebrow from both my companions!) and I was put on the top floor, and at the end of a long corridor. Talk about 'out on a limb'! Are they trying to tell me something already?!
It took us nearly five hours to drive down from our small, remote farm in the middle of NOWHERE (I emphasise it because it really is!). Miles from anywhere, just a few other small farming communities and practically no social life - something that I'm hoping to address as quickly as possible now that I'm banged up with a few hundred other young people of my own age. That's practically as many people as I've met in my whole life! Have I mentioned that I'm looking forward to a new start?
Anyway, after I'd registered and gotten my room key, we'd unloaded all my gear from our ancient farm Ute (I'm still rather surprised that it made it this far!) and just threw it into my rather sparse accommodation. Then we tried the on-site cafe for some drinks and a quick snack before it was time for my family to hit the road and head back to the 'Middle of NOWHERE' again!
Were there any tears? Certainly not from my mom, who's generally regarded locally as 'hard as nails' - she has to be really after raising two daughters and a brother after my pa died in an accident when I was just five.
I've never admitted it to her, but I'm full of respect for her. I'm not sure that it's love, because she's never been the emotional type and I can't remember the last time I got a hug, but it's something I suppose. Whatever... I held it together until they'd re-embarked in the Ute. I'm sure that my big sister was wiping away a tear when she got in, but I managed to uphold family tradition and keep my feelings in check until they'd disappeared from sight. Then I sat down on a nearby bench, put my head in my hands and cried! Me, tears...really?!!
Maybe it was just the tension of the journey draining away, maybe my adrenalin had dropped suddenly, maybe it was the realisation that my old life had just disappeared along with my kin. Maybe...maybe it really was love after all?!
God, but this new start to life of mine had better be good. Really Good!!
Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, life after mum and big sister!
I'd only been back in my new, quite small world, for about an hour before I met my new neighbour. She's a tall, slim blonde called Samantha ('Sam ' to her friends which now includes me!!!). She's an effervescent, impulsive sort of character and just knocked, shouted out a cheery 'Hello!" and burst right in...catching me red-handed,...literally!
I'd been in the middle of packing my clothes away into the limited drawer space, and had quickly filled one with my underwear and was about to secrete my special item underneath the panties pile. It was wrapped in its usual soft, bright red muslin bag. It was in my hand when Sam burst in and gave me a fright, so I dropped it onto the bed and, naturally, the 'Silver Rocket' slid out!
"Whoa...now that looks like an interesting item!" she'd gushed, quickly stepping forward to pick up my metallic, deluxe vibrator and running her fingers over its ribbed surface. Not an ounce of embarrassment anywhere except all over my face, which I'm sure had gone a bright, bright red! Watching her fingers lovingly caress its sleek lines didn't help either. It really is my one truly extravagant possession and I swear that it's blissful, multifunctional activities are the only things that's kept me sane over the last couple of sex-restricted years!
"Wow... this does feel good" she'd said , smiling at my frozen reaction, before adding impishly, "I've got a couple of my own next door... we're going to have to compare them sometime soon!!"