My name's Aurora. At the time my story takes place I was an eighteen-year-old girl who looked chaste, naive, and as fresh and pure as the first snowfall in October. That also happened to be the month the following night took place.
Don't jump to conclusions about me, I grew up on a horse ranch outside of Gerlach, Nevada, and by this age could break a mustang, shoot a coyote in the heart from two hundred yards, or make you a three-course meal from scratch if I wanted to. My parents were strict. I was never allowed to go to Burning Man, but the stories and some of my friend's experiences, along with the incredibly sexy sparkling bodies and outrageous artwork and people that would come through our town every summer, were enough to have me fantasizing poetic at my age. I was brimming in wonder and excitement about the future all summer long when I got into a prestigious university in Boston.
The very day I arrived at school I had an experience that changed me from the young wildflower described above into a hypersexualized submissive nymphomaniac. It happened within several hours of my mom, dad, and two over-protective older brothers kissing me goodbye and telling me to behave and be careful, both of which I had every intention of doing. They all had tears in their eyes and I did too. After they left I felt scared, but excited, and had decided to take things slow and one by one as circumstances arose. The young men of Sigma Epsilon Xi had distinctly separate plans for the teeny rosebud from the high desert.
As I started to unpack my things a knock on my new dorm room door startled me, as I knew my roommate wasn't due till tomorrow.
"HI! I'm Cliff. Wow, aren't you pretty! Are you ready for orientation?" He was about six feet tall, muscular, clean-cut, very well dressed, and VERY handsome. Let's just say a welcome sight compared to the cowboys and lowlife I'd grown up around.
"Thanks! Aurora. And yes!" I could tell my handshake was firmer than he expected from a five foot four, one hundred ten pound teenage girl. There was absolutely no reason I wouldn't have thought he wasn't really an orientation volunteer.
I locked my door, proud of myself for remembering to do it now that I'm in Boston, not a town with the same population as the closest department store anymore. While walking he introduced me to his friends, who at this point I assumed were other incoming freshmen. All of them being male didn't upset me at all, each one was handsome and as friendly as the next. Not a single one had heard of my hometown, but each one seemed excited to learn I was a cowgirl, and almost all of them complimented my looks and asked if I brought any other cowgirls with me.
"Nope. I'm all alone, just a desert owl lost in a city of lights," I remember saying, or something equally as vulnerable sounding. Within maybe forty minutes he'd walked us by several buildings, rattling off their names and purposes, but I was too busy soaking up the five other boys attention to pay any. At some point, he said "Ok, I can see everyone is more interested in Aurora than in learning about their new home, and I don't blame you guys. Why don't we hit the square and get some drinks, it's after all where you will be spending a lot of time over the next four years, so an equally important part of your orientation." Everyone laughed. "Don't worry about ID kids, the bartender is my roommate." Everyone got giddy and before we even arrived at the bar, each handsome young man had offered to buy me a drink. In my head, I remember wondering at the time which one was gonna be the lucky one to end up in my dorm room, helping me set up my stereo and make my bed.
It was only three or four drinks in when I was starting to wonder why all eyes and compliments were still coming my way. There was plenty of hot girls, some even came right up and initiated conversations with a lot of my brand new classmates. For the most part, they were being largely ignored, while I kept getting whispers and heavily flirtatious compliments from every single stud, including the upperclassman.
They said things like, 'Don't leave without giving me your number', 'You're the hottest girl here', 'Boston needs more high desert princesses'. Flattery was getting them all considerably further than nowhere, as the shots and beer continued to flow. All drinks were either paid for by them or on the house. The time between about now in the story and when the videotape I've since been allowed to watch starts is rather hazy, but it consisted of more drinking, and them all helping me get back to my dorm room, as well as meeting up with a few more brothers on the way.
From here on the memories are recounted with the help of my now boyfriend, who was part of it, and a video that was shot with the intention of proving it was consensual, to cover them in the event I took some kind of action against them. I do remember most of it, whatever they gave me between now and the hot and heavy part helps me wake up. I believe I was given some ecstasy or maybe molly mixed in drinks, this has always been denied. It certainly felt like it. I felt less inhibited then my normal goodie goodie self, even after that much drinking.
Once back to the room all the boys helped me unpack, so that happened rather quickly. That's when truth or dare started. Now, at the beginning of the video, you only see me. I was just sitting in a chair, legs crossed, looking nervous, but at no time did I make a move for the door. There was a large guy standing in front of it but in retrospect, he probably would have let me out, especially on film.
I never answered any of the questions negatively either. I don't know if it was because it was in my room that part of me felt what was going to happen was not inevitable, if I was so erotically charged that I wanted it to happen, or if the questioner was a psych student who knew exactly what to say. Most likely the answer is all three are true. But I relive the story in my head almost daily like I am about to do here, and become outrageously aroused every single time.
"Thomas, truth or dare?"
"Dare."
