© 2015 by Salacious Scribe and Saxon Heart. All Rights Reserved. Posted with permission
Author's note:
This story was written by two randomly paired authors as part of a contest on an erotic story site. They took the premise of the contest and their real names first names, and came up with this story.
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Marie Ormond was glad to be leaving for college. She was tired of all the gossip, and not having any friends. It was a small town populated by smaller minds.
Marie loved to write fiction, especially erotic fiction. She had hundreds of erotic stories on her tablet, which had been stolen five months ago. Whoever stole it had edited some of the racier stories so they appeared to be diary entries. One day she was a popular cheerleader, who all the boys wanted to date and all the girls envied. Then the faux diaries got posted all over social media sites. Now she was an outcast. No parent would let their daughter be friends with her, never mind dating; although that didn't stop some of the boys from trying to get in her pants, it encouraged them to sexually harass her. The only support she got was from her brothers; Jimmy a Marine Lance Corporal on his second tour of duty in Afghanistan, and Wayne who was leaving for Marine Corps Recruit Depot Parris Island in a few days.
Marie finished packing and got into her car, to start the long drive to school. She was glad now that she had chosen a college on the other side of the country, and that she planned to drive there over the summer. Life at home was barely tolerable since her stories had been released. She might as well have been Hester Prynne the way the rest of the town treated her.
The summer flew by and Marie finally arrived at school. She did all the usual stuff to get settled in. When she walked into freshman orientation, she started to hear pointed whispers and laughter and felt people staring at her. She dismissed these feelings as paranoia from the way she had been treated at home. She sat down by herself and took out her phone to text her parents that she was safe and sound at school.
Without any warning, someone was grabbing her tits from behind. Marie jumped up and spun around to face her attacker. Her heart jumped up into her throat. It was Frank Kruchten, the guy she suspected of being the life-ruining thief. She fought back the tears knowing her time at college would be just as bad as it was back home. She knew Frank was a football star and this was a big football school. Marie fought back tears as she ran out of the meeting hall.
Marie ran into the bathroom and saw her roommate fixing her hair. "Marie, what's the matter," Dawn asked. Between sobs, Marie told Dawn the whole story and how her love of erotic fiction destroyed her life at home and now would destroy her college years. Dawn hugged the sobbing girl and rubbed her head letting her cry it out. "I know what assholes boys can be," Dawn told her new friend as Marie's sobs died out. "I slept with one guy after prom, and within a week the story had changed to me being gangbanged by the entire Basketball team."
"Fucking assholes," they said in unison.
"Jinx, you owe me a beer," Dawn said as both girls dissolved into laughter.
They walked hand in hand back into the meeting hall just as Orientation began.
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Donny Osborne sat up like a shot. "Oh fuck, I'm late!" He jumped up and grabbed the first items of clothing that didn't smell like weed or booze and threw them on. He ran from the apartment cursing both his luck and his roommate. "That bastard should have woke me up," he growled under his breath as he ran for the orientation. "First fucking day and I'm late."
As he ran, Donny started to regret the fact that all he had done since junior high was write, skate, party and work on his car. Yeah, his Firebird would outrun almost any car he came against, but he had to stop running after only a block to catch his breath.
He made it into the meeting hall just in time to see some asshole jock playing grab ass, well more like grab tit with one of the hottest girls he had ever seen. She jumped up and fled the hall. As she ran past Donny heard someone say that she was Marie Ormond.
Marie Ormond, Donny thought. Super-slut in the flesh. He'd heard stories already about how many guys Marie had been with. "Dude her diary is all over the net. Go check it out," his roommate Craig Zander had told him.
So that evening after seeing Marie in the flesh Donny logged on and found all of her diary entries. She's done shit I have only dreamed of, he thought as he perused her most intimate thoughts. Donny had never actually been with a girl. He told a few guys he had been with several women, just to keep from being razzed about being a virgin.
He had read many stories online and had written a few of his own, using the experience gained through others' tales. His characters were all pump and dump type guys; even though he despised guys who did that in real life. But it seemed to be cool to do that, so his characters did.
"I don't know whether to be turned on or repulsed," he said.
"What do you mean," asked Craig.
"Shit dude. This chick has done shit porn stars haven't done and makes it sound so hot, but I fear that any guy who braves her chasm would catch something incurable."
Donny went to sleep that night thinking of Marie's diary.
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Marie woke up to sunlight streaming onto her face and looked at her clock. She stretched and yawned. After getting ready for the day, she went to her first class, creative writing. After telling the students about his policies and expectations for the course, he cleared his throat, "Now the final project is a big one so I always assign it on the first day of class. I will randomly assign each of you a partner and you are to collaborate on writing a piece of erotic fiction. I will grade this project on how well the story is integrated and how well you learned the material taught in this course. Now for the pairings..."
As the professor read off the names people looked around to find their partner. Marie noticed all the teams were boy-girl and that many of them were part of different cliques, the goth chick was teamed with a preppy, the pothead was with a young republican, and there was the jock being teamed with a band geek. What a bunch of odd couplings Marie thought to herself.
"...and finally Marie Ormond and Donny Osborne." the professor said.
What did I do to deserve this? Donny thought to himself. Twenty-five girls in the class and he had to get paired with her. She'll know right away I am not nearly as experienced as she is, he thought.
He looked around the room. For a moment he couldn't find her. Maybe she isn't here, he thought. It would be nice to avoid her for a day or two so I can figure out how to approach this.
Marie groaned inwardly. She had heard about Donny her first night on campus. One of the girls in Marie's dorm told the new girls about the renowned Lothario, Donny Osborne. True to his rep he was sitting at his desk not even trying to meet up with her. Marie let out a frustrated sigh, got up walked over to the prick and simply said: "Student Union tomorrow, 9 am, and be prepared to work." She spun on her heel and left the classroom.
"Bitch," Donny said under his breath. He thought no one had heard him until the girl behind him stifled a giggle.
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He was sitting in the student union drinking a coffee waiting for Marie to show up so they could discuss the outline. His mind went back to the night before. He had complained to Craig that he'd been stuck writing an erotic story with Marie.
"Well at least she'll bring a wealth of experience to the deal," Craig had quipped. "Just watch out that she doesn't get all hot and bothered and jumps you before you can put on a couple of jimmy hats."
"Jimmy hats? Nobody calls them Jimmy hats dude."
"I do. Oh and if you need inspiration, looks at these," Craig said producing several pictures of naked girls on his phone. "These are the cheerleader's dude. You can use them to help you get descriptive."
"More likely I'll get my ass beat for having nude pics of some jock's girl. How'd you get them anyway?"
"They're going around. The guy who sent them to me works at the cell phone store. He pulled them off one of their phones when they got a new one. Relax, no one knows they exist."
He thought of Craig's pictures each time a cute coed passed by his table. He looked at his watch and thought, The tramp isn't showing up. He was about to get up and leave when he spotted her coming towards him. Gorgeous girl, he thought as he stood to introduce himself. Too bad she has to be a slut.
