Amanda was a nice, normal girl with no annoying habits or quirks. And this was good, because she was going to be my room-mate at university for at least the next year. It was a relief to find we got on with each other, and in fact we had several things in common, such as bands we liked, TV programmes we loved and hated, favourite clothes shops and the like.
One thing we didn't have in common was our attitude to men. Amanda wanted a meaningful relationship: intimacy, affection, trust and all the rest of it. I just wanted sex, as much and as often as possible. Let loose at university, I was like a kid in a sweet shop and by the time the first term was halfway over, I was well on the way to becoming a good old-fashioned college slut.
One of the great things about Amanda was she wasn't judgmental. While a one-night stand or a drunken shag behind the student union bar wasn't her idea of heaven, she accepted without question that my sexual habits were different to hers, and she never criticised my behaviour, even when I was staggering back to our rooms in the small hours with my knickers in my handbag and sperm running down my legs. If she woke up at all, it would be merely to ask "how was he?" to which I'd reply "crap", "okay", "fucking huge", (or, on one memorable night, "it wasn't 'he', it was 'they'") depending on how satisfied that night's partner had left me.
After a few weeks Amanda started going out with Matt, a fellow first year. He was a decent guy, quite good-looking with a pleasant personality, and he treated Amanda well. So we were all quite content.
"Matt's halls are having a Halloween party," Amanda said one day towards the end of October, "It's fancy dress – are you up for it?"
"Should be a laugh," I replied, "what are you going to wear?"
"I thought I'd go as a witch," she said, "keep the Halloween theme going. Plus it's cheap!"
"Cheap is good," I agreed, thinking of my limited student funds, "I'll probably go as a St Trinian's schoolgirl. Cheap and slutty!"
On the morning of the party, I was both relieved and dismayed to get my period. Relieved because it had been slightly late and although I was on the Pill, accidents can happen, but mostly dismayed because that effectively put paid to getting laid that night. I was determined to still enjoy myself though, and with luck I could at least set myself up with a date for a few days' time.
My outfit consisted of a tight white shirt knotted under my bra-less tits, a short black wrapover skirt, a tie from the local charity shop, black fishnet stockings and suspenders and high black stilettos. I drew on freckles with a brown eyeliner pencil and fastened my dark hair into two schoolgirl plaits. To complete the picture, I had a lollipop to suck.
"You look great," Amanda said, wrapping her black cloak (made from a discarded satin sheet from the same charity shop) around herself.
Once inside, we split up; she to find Matt, and me to get a drink and find someone to flirt with. No sooner did I have a can of cider in my hand than I felt a pair of hands sliding onto my bare stomach from behind. I turned to see Matt's friend and room-mate, Stu, grinning at me. I'd met him a couple of times since Amanda and Matt had started going out, and although nothing much to look at, he had a wicked smile and a dirty laugh that I liked, and we'd exchanged flirty, suggestive innuendo without anything developing. Now he was dressed up as a vicar.
"How appropriate," he said, still holding onto me, "I'm a vicar and you've come as a tart,"
"Please sir," I lisped playfully, "I'm just an innocent schoolgirl,"
"Innocent my arse," Stu leered, running a hand up my leg and flicking the strap of my suspender, "I bet all the teachers have had a go at you,"
"Only the ones with the big cocks," I whispered, still lisping as I stepped in towards him. The atmosphere suddenly became less jokey as he moved his hand up to cup my buttock firmly, pulling me closer to him as he did so. I could feel his cock stiffening against my thigh and moved my hips instinctively, rhythmically to rub against it.
