Welcome to one of my stories! My ex-girlfriend said I should share some of these crazy stories with the world. At the time, I never bothered but now with the pandemic I have a lot more time on my hands, so...enjoy! I have changed the names to protect everyones privacy, but the rest of the story is 90% true and 10% filling in the blanks of minor details that I don't remember.
I spent five years at a state university in the Northeastern US between 2000-2005, and lets just say I had a blast. Just about every weekend was an adventure worthy of a story for Literotica! So I had an idea to do a series of short stories. They'll be short both because some of the details are hazy after all these years and also because there are just so many good ones. I am going to write quick short stories of a lot of cool sexy collegiate evenings rather than take a long time to focus on each one. Enjoy!
Chapter One: Caught Streaking
I picked this one to go first because it is very typical of my college days. Met a girl, got lucky, did some crazy shit, and then that was it. Also, this story is kind of hysterical. Most of them are, but this one was especially "what point in your life besides college, does anything this crazy happen ever?" So here it is. Enjoy!
Normally I change names to protect privacy but in this case I seriously cannot remember this girls name. But I totally remember the fun night we spent together in the spring of 2001. I was wrapping up my freshman year, and had just moved into the fraternity house. After a long fall pledge period, I was enjoying my time living in the house. Our house wasn't located on "Greek Row" but we had a killer location really close to the dorms. The actual "Greek Row" was a little farther away, in a busier section of town. Our house was about a block from the "quad", which had all the freshman dorms around it. As far as I was concerned, it was a lot more fun to live near the freshman dorms than it was to be close to all the other frat houses. We certainly took advantage of our location, making sure all the underclassman ladies knew that they could walk to our house but the other frats were a bus ride away!
My favorite class in those days was "freshman health seminar". It was a general education seminar with about 1,200 students in it. I never made it through an entire class without getting a number, or two. It was almost too easy - just go in, sit down in a new section and invite whatever hot girl was sitting near you to your party you were having that weekend. They always came, and they always brought their friends.
So one afternoon in health class, I met Angela. At least, I think her name was Angela. It definitely started with an A, so lets go with Angela. She gave me a bit of a hard time for being in a fraternity but she also gave me her number. Some girls liked to pretend that they didn't date "frat guys". Whatever. We met for lunch one day after class, and we flirted quite a bit. I could tell she was somewhat of a naughty girl but she wasn't spilling her secrets yet.
Now, for those of you who were in college around the same time as me, you know that phones were somewhat odd in those days. It was early enough in the days of cell phones that not everyone had them, and text messages were nowhere near as popular as they are today. Actually I don't remember if text messages even existed yet. And certainly no smartphones. So while that made it difficult to get a hold of people sometimes, the lack of digital cameras in everyones pockets made it a completely different time. In those days, you could do things without people video recording or even taking pictures. That meant people were just a little bit wilder. At least, in my experience it did.
You're probably wondering about Angela and what she looked like. She had mildly Asian features (I would later find out she had an American father and a Japanese mother) and medium length hair that was dark with highlights (this style was all the rage in 2001). She was medium height (probably about 5'6'') with a fairly thin figure and had a great pair of tits somewhere in the B/C cup range. She had a bunch of tattoos also,
So Angela and I had talked once or twice but I hadn't really had a good opportunity to make a move. We had been flirty but I wouldn't have said a hookup was a sure thing yet. It felt like we definitely would hook up but she seemed determined to make me work for it, and wait for it. After our lunch that day, I told her about a party we were throwing that weekend. She didn't come. A week later, I invited her to something else. She didn't come to that either. I'm not sure if she was just trying to be difficult or if she was just genuinely busy, but it just wasn't happening.
Then my luck changed.
It was around 11:30pm on a Tuesday. Fairly quiet night at the house. Some girls from one of the dorms had stopped by for a couple of beers but not really a party. I had gone back to my room and noticed my phone was buzzing on my desk. In those days, it wasn't really easy to enter names and numbers into the phone so you just kind of had to remember numbers. I kind of, sort of recognized the number ringing, and it was getting close to midnight, so I answered it.
Turned out, it was Angela.
"Hey, so, are you at your house?" she asked.
"Uh, yeah...why?" I asked.
"Can you come to the back yard?" she asked.
I wasn't exactly sure what was going on, and she sounded kind of frantic.
