Glen arrived in high fashion at 10 a.m., early in my book. I had barely dragged myself out of bed and into the shower when the knock came at the door. I hopped out and wrapped a towel around me. I checked the peephole so I know who it was and then flew open the door.
"Hurry, come in, I'm not dressed," I said ushering him into the room and shutting the door behind him.
"What is going on here, young lady," he lectured me. "You are supposed to be bright eyed, bushy tailed and ready to fly!"
"What am I a squirrel? Have a seat, I'll be right out. The remote is shoved under that first cushion there."
Before he could say another word, I turned and scurried off to the bathroom. My hair was wet but not washed, and I hadn't shaved yet either. Fuck the shave, I told myself as I quickly lathered and rinsed my hair. I was wearing a faded pair of blue jeans and a cap sleeved t-shirt, so what was the worry? It was supposed to be a nice temperate day so that would be a comfortable outfit. My body hair would be safely under wraps. Not that I care, I reminded myself. I shave when I feel like it and when I don't, I don't. That's been my motto for a long time. I've got bigger things in this life to worry about than if my body hair offends the sensibilities of some guy. Or anyone else for that matter.
We spent a better part of the day searching for the perfect coffee table. Glen was impossible to please. This one was to plain, this one was to pretentious. Another was too light a wood, another was metal and glass- totally unacceptable. One didn't have a drawer while another was part of a set- he didn't need the set and he refused to break it up. At last he spotted a cherry wood coffee table with just the right amount of detailing- a high sheen gloss, delicate edging details, claw foot legs, a roomy drawer, and an ornate silver drawer pull. I thought he would wet his pants, he was so exited. While he went off to pretend not to care and negotiate a price, I decided to look over the clothing table.
Most of the clothing wasn't to my liking, but they had four StateU sweatshirts in my size or larger with different designs. When I had gone there, I never bothered to buy one, but now for $1 a piece, who could pass it up. I took all four. I looked up and saw that Glen was still haggling with the sale lady, so I moved over to the next table, which had various other MSU memorabilia. There were statuettes of Sporty, the school mascot, coffee mugs, key chains and other junk. I decided on two mugs, one for me and one for Glen, now that he had a coffee table.
I couldn't believe how all that junk brought me right back to my college days. I just felt like I had to have this stuff. Stuff that wasn't important when I was a student, but now seemed a link to my past. My college years had been fun, but they were a real whirlwind. There was no time back then to stop and reflect.
My room mate was this total wildcat. Her name was Elaine. She wasn't in a sorority, but she hung with this gang of upperclassmen who lived in a big house off campus that acted very much like a sorority. It basically was an unofficial fraternity and sorority mixed together. The house was owned by some alumni and it was passed down year to year to a new class of party animals.
They had specific requirements to get in, but they used there own system that was different from the rush system. The whole thing took place as an open secret, under the radar. Elaine had been very exited to get in, they were famous for wild parties and escapades. There were even rampant rumors of orgies. Years ago, a local newspaper wrote an article claiming it was a dangerous sex cult, but no charges were ever filed and nothing ever came of it. From my experience, the group was wildly promiscuous, and even quite deviant but it was a far cry from any cult. I think it got that label because its members did practice certain ritualistic behavior that were really nothing more than sex games. But there was no brainwashing, no mind control, and far less 'peer pressure' than most normal cliques, let alone Greek organizations. The people who joined the house did it because they wanted to be hedonistic and uninhibited. No one had to push them to act up.
Since they weren't an official sorority, Elaine couldn't live in the house until she became a junior. So she ended up as my room-mate. The house had plenty of organized activities and she was allowed to invite people at her discretion, so I got dragged along to many a wild event without ever having to join myself. Which turned out to be good for me, because I never would have joined anything resembling a sorority.
The closest thing that I ever saw that came to pressure was at Thanksgiving when members were encouraged to stay on campus rather than going home for the holidays. There was an annual event they called "Stuffing the Turkey" and it was beyond wild. Even though it's entirely consensual, if the truth about this event ever got out- they would surely shut the whole organization down, unofficial or not.
The thing about it is, everyone knows going in that it's a simulated rape. They stress it over and over again, and even if they ask you if you are aware of the fact before you are even allowed to enter. Anyone who claims otherwise is a lying whore, who feels guilty after the fact. The other thing that's explained is that the house members, weather male or female are never raped. It's only the guests.
Elaine told me all about this, and I listened with intense interest. I couldn't believe it. I had had a secret rape fantasy for as long as I could remember having sex fantasies. I had always thought that I must be the only one with these kinds of sick desires. Even though I had plenty of experience and had horded lots of porn and forbidden sex knowledge, I had never encountered or even heard of anybody with fantasies like mine. Even as I told her that I would like to go, realizing that we both new what that entailed, I found that I could not admit to her that it had been a long time fantasy of mine or that I wanted to have strangers pretend to rape me. The illicit thrill was perhaps made sharper by the deep sense of shame and immediate desire to hide my true level of arousal.
I heard about the event about a week before it took place, and was sworn to secrecy. Every night before going to sleep, I masturbated to the thought of strangers taking me roughly, dragging me through the house and taking turns stuffing me like a holiday bird. I whimpered softly into my pillow as I climaxed, hoping that Elaine was fast asleep across the room and not aware of how deeply I wanted this.
As part of the security as well as to raise money for the house, non-members had to pay $20 to be admitted. Members had to pay to, but only $5. Later they would taunt us that they paid five bucks to be able to fuck us, while we had paid twenty for the privilege of being raped.
When you paid your entrance fee, you were given a wrist band that identified you as a "Turkey." It was orange and brown and made of the same kind of plastic you get when you pay for an all day pass at the fair. As soon as we got inside the house, Elaine gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and told me she had to meet some of her 'sisters' in another part of the house. That left me standing there all alone.
I had worn a pleated gray skirt with a black thong underneath, and a cheep lacey bra under a button up white shirt, left unbuttoned down so far as to put the bra on display. I wore spiky black heels, that didn't do anything to help me balance as I looked uncertainly around the room.
