"Oh my gawd Nat let's go!" Kelly shouted from the shotgun of Ryan's car.
I really was trying to hurry. It was just all so exciting. It wasn't just going to be my first spring break as a college student, it was also my first road trip with my sorority sisters.
Well, my sisters plus Ryan that is. He would be a small but necessary evil to what would otherwise be an epic week.
I wrestled my duffel bag into the trunk of Ryan's BMW. Truth be told I had probably overpacked. There was no way I would ever wear this many clothes. Our plan was to spend an entire week on the beach, but part of me couldn't help but plan for the outside possibility that we'd go clubbing or something in the evenings. By the looks of the trunk I wasn't the only one who had that thought. The small trunk space was jam packed with bags.
I had crammed everything I thought I would possibly need into a single giant duffel. Kelly and Olivia had each packed like three bags and then there was Ryan's bag and his stupid fucking golf clubs.
Thankfully I was pretty certain he wasn't planning on joining us for the entire week. He was just going to drop us at our hotel and then head home. He lived a couple hours north of the beach and had some D-Chi networking event or something where they were going to play golf and smoke cigars or whatever douchey shit frat boys do on spring break.
It sounded like a total snooze. I was just thankful it meant that I'd get my big sis and my room mate to myself for a whole week. It felt like Ryan was always hanging around Kelly, and I'm not going to lie - he kind of bugged me. Like I have no problem with most frat guys but he really cranked the douche meter all the way up to eleven. To make matters worse, whenever he was around Kelly was a different person. I don't know if she felt like she had to show off for him or what, but she got so stern around him. We were told at orientation that our big sisters would be the ones to really show us the ropes of the sorority, but it felt like Kelly was more concerned with how Ryan saw her than making sure I was on solid footing.
I had only been a full Tri-Delt for a couple months now, but through the pledging process I had been to enough parties to figure all the frat boys out. They generally thought they were hot shit and they were happy enough to bring you drinks and wait on you hand and foot when they thought they might get some. They only got problematic in large groups and they fed off of each other's stupid suggestions and tried to outdo each other drinking.
Ryan was on a completely different level though. He had grown up wealthy. His dad was some sort of high level executive for an insurance company and Ryan seemed to think that greatness must run in the family. He had been dating Kelly for as long as I had known her, for sure, and it seemed like any time he wasn't golfing he was hanging around the sorority house, even when the officers were telling him to leave. It was like he felt the rules didn't apply to him or something. I guess that much was probably true. When you grow up with as much money as he had I don't think anyone really bothers to tell you "no." Come to think of it I don't think I had ever even seen Kelly tell him "no." It felt like she bowed to every stupid little thing he asked for; like if she didn't he'd dump her or blow up or something.
I don't know why she put up with it. Kelly was way hotter than him. He was kind of scrawny and had no chin. I guess she either didn't want to deal with his legendary temper, or maybe she just liked the smell of money.
Of course that money meant he had a car and he was headed in the direction we wanted to go. I could deal with him for six hours if it meant it got the three of us to a sandy beach where we could get wasted and hit on surfer boys.
I shut the trunk and piled in the back seat with my roommate Olivia. She stuck her tongue out at me and handed me a red solo cup. I put my icy Starbucks cup in my door side cup holder and accepted it, ready to party.
"It's empty!" I shouted over the bass heavy rap that was rattling the car as Ryan peeled out of his parallel parking spot and pulled onto University Dr.
Olivia gestured between her feet to a giant bottle of Popov vodka and a small ice chest. "Not for long!" She shouted back and went back to dancing in her seat.
Liv was my room mate - we had been assigned a room together in the house shortly after we became pledges and typically stuck together on the weekends. She was from one of those northern states where there wasn't really anything to do in the winter months except sit around in someone's basement and drink. The only time I she had gone home last semester was winter break which gave her a lot of time to party on the weekends, and Liv was always down to party. I honestly have no idea how she managed to pass her classes but even on the rare weekends where we didn't have a Greek function, she always seemed to know where to go to get fucked up. I learned pretty quickly that she had a superhuman alcohol tolerance. I tried to keep up with her the first time we drank together and that was a huge mistake. She had a tiny frame just like me - we even shared clothes from time to time, but somehow she just didn't seem to feel alcohol like a normal person. She loved to rub that in people's faces - especially guys who would try to impress her by claiming they were "built different." She'd take it as a challenge and go shot for shot with them.
She was also a lot less shy than me about staying at those parties as they wrapped up. She'd usually come home the next morning with stories about how she had hooked up with some new guy after the one she was drinking with passed out. Honestly it sounded like a lot of fun, I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I had only been with one guy - my high school boyfriend Rob - but we broke it off after the first week of school. He didn't go to college and it seemed like it was a logical time to part ways.
If I'm being completely honest still missed him a bit. Maybe that was why I didn't just randomly hook up like Liv. It wasn't like I didn't want to. It just felt wrong. Our split was so amicable it felt like cheating or something. It wasn't a big deal though - Liv would give me her signal that she had settled in and I'd leave her to head back to the house. It was a good opportunity to have the room to myself and I looked forward to my weekly "alone" time where I could run my vibrator without the fear of my room mate hearing.
Not that Liv would have likely cared. She was always pretty open about her sexual exploits. It was kind of a Sunday morning tradition for us - we'd grab coffee and she'd tell me which guy she had wound up with, how big his dick was and whether he came early, couldn't get up or (rarely) went down on her. In a moment of weakness a few weeks back i revealed that I spent my Saturday nights just curled up with a toy buzzing between my legs and Liv made me promise to come with her the following week. My cheeks had burned as I nodded in agreement, but that Saturday night I once again found myself silently ducking out of the room while Liv draped herself over some guy with moussed up hair.
I guess it was just habit, but after I came in just kind of felt empty, and I resolved myself that spring break would be the time for me to tear loose. I was going to fuck a random this week and make some poor decisions. I owed it to myself! I spent all week in the lead-up to our trip getting more and more wound up. It had been like 8 months since I had gotten laid, and once I decided I was ready I was seeing dicks everywhere. I even abstained from masturbating for a few weeks prior.
It felt like I was in heat or something. Like something in my body had reawakened and needed dick to calm back down. On Monday I found myself wishing that Liv would leave our room just so I could get some relief. By Wednesday I had to stop myself when I had leaned up against a counter in our kitchen just right.
Even as I was packing I heavily considered throwing my vibrator in my bag. Ultimately I decided against it. I was frustrated but I reasoned it would incentivize me to not retreat into my shell on the trip.
