Chapter 1 - The Debate
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When you attend college at a private Christian college in a small rural town, wild parties are not exactly a part of the social life. That's not to say all the girls are nuns! In fact, I've several friends that are quite conservative on campus but once away from school they can get pretty freaky. Sometimes when we're out for pizza or just hanging around together they like to talk about their little adventures. I've never told any of them about my experiences so they like to think they're exposing me to the "real world". Truth be known, I think that I could've taught most of them quite a bit!
One thing they discussed that caught my interest were the frat parties at the OSU campus in Columbus. I'd been to a few sexually-oriented parties during the past summer but those were actually quite disciplined and managed. Nobody got drunk or overly obnoxious and the since the only intent in going was to have sex, the entire atmosphere was different.
From what my friends described, the frat parties were as different as night and day from my own experiences. Just as my best friend Beth nagged me back home about going to parties with her, my friends at school had been asking me to go with them almost since school started. Two of the most insistent were Mary Beth and Tammy. They were always together and not a week went by it seemed that they weren't off partying somewhere. Actually, in watching them closely, I couldn't help but wonder just how close they really were. Although such "deviant lifestyles" were strictly against the "rules" at my school, I had a sneaky suspicion that they were a little more than just friends.
As I debated whether or not to accept their invitation, I asked several people whether they thought I should go, including a couple of guys I chatted on-line with. Without exception, all of them warned me NOT to go, saying they were just drunk-fests and that all the guys wanted was to molest the girls - and not always nicely at that.
Based on their advice I found excuses not to go to the parties although it seemed when my friend's came back they always claimed to have had a great time. They never said exactly WHAT happened though and I found my curiosity level raising, especially when one time I saw Tammy's hand planted firmly on Mary Beth's cute ass when they thought nobody was watching!
Finally I decided the heck with it, why not go? So the next time they invited me I surprised them and accepted. It was still a couple of weeks away from Thanksgiving and almost six weeks since Parent's Weekend when I last had sex with my dad so you can imagine how horny I was!
Chapter 2 - My Roomie Karen
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The evening of the party I showered and stood stark naked in the middle of my dorm room trying to decide what to wear. It was an important decision because whatever I wore would tell a lot about me - not to mention my expectations and intentions.
The more I thought about the party the more I could feel the itch in my pussy getting started. Closing my eyes, my hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they started to wander over my boobs and then down to my crotch. God I wanted to be fucked! No... it was more like I NEEDED to be fucked. Since I'd lost my virginity when I was fourteen, I'd never gone more than a week or two without sex so going six weeks was becoming unbearable.
Just then Karen, my straight-laced virgin roomie, came in the room unexpectedly and saw what I was doing. Her mouth dropped open as she stood there staring at me like I was some sort of alien.
"Kelly!" she exclaimed, "What in the world are you doing?"
Unlike my roomie from last year who I slept with and even had sex (with her AND her married brother), Karen was a total prude. She was always going on about "saving herself for marriage" and was the first girl I'd ever met who said she didn't masturbate - and actually didn't. (I know, lots of girls say they don't but we know they really do.) Karen was a gorgeous blonde - homecoming queen, head cheerleader, blah blah blah so it seemed a shame to waste all that beautiful youth but it was her choice and I respected her for it, even if I didn't understand her.
The only real problem I had with Karen was that she was totally up-tight over nudity and just about anything sexual in nature. For instance, I'd been sleeping nude since I was twelve. It had nothing to do with sex, I simply enjoyed sleeping that way. Our first night together I didn't even think about it as I stripped down and started to get into bed. Well, I thought Karen was going to have a stroke! She didn't say anything but I could tell she was really upset and at first I didn't even realize why. Seeing her staring at me I soon figured it out. We had to live together for the school year so I didn't want to get off on the wrong foot with her. As a result, I've been wearing shorts and a t-shirt to bed. It seems a bit strange to go to college and have to be more conservative than you are at home!
So anyway, seeing Karen's shock at what must have looked like her roomie was masturbating in the middle of the room (which WAS what was happening), I pretended I'd just undressed and was scratching an itch (which I guess you could say was true!) and quickly reached in my dresser drawer to get some clothes.
Rummaged through my things I found a pair of white cotton panties and a bra which I thought looked so school-girlish. Then I picked out some really tight jeans - the ones I call my "weight check jeans" because if I gain so much as a pound I can't get them on. To finish it off I pulled out a tight belly tank top with spaghetti straps that didn't cover my bra straps and exposed about three inches of my tummy. All in all I thought it was a great outfit to go tease a few college boys!
