My name is Katelyn and I have been writing about my experiences as a freshman in college. These stories are as accurate as I can remember them since they took place almost 20 years ago. I enjoy receiving your comments about my writing and don't mind constructive criticism but for any of you flamers, don't waste your time, I'm going to ignore you anyway. For specific requests, I'll keep them in mind for possible future fictional stories but since my current writings are essentially non-fiction, I will not be able to fulfill any requests during this series.
It has been quite a long time since I wrote but I've been busy. This chapter takes place the day after chapter 2.
The next day, I woke up still feeling horny. Mark left me unfulfilled but it was too akward to masturbate with my roommate so close. I resigned myself to taking a quick shower while getting ready for my classes. It wasn't a very productive day as my mind kept wandering off, thinking about Mark and his gorgeous body. I also found myself lubricating at times imagining his big black cock in my pussy and mouth. By the end of my last class, the cotton gusset of my pantyhose was a sticky mess. One of the rare times I wished I wore panties under my pantyhose.
I called Mark after my last class to find out what he was up to tonight. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a hold of him. I was in a bit of a funk, moping around the dorm before settling in my room to do some studying.
When my roommate Maggie came home, she was all excited. "Kitty, whatever you have planned for tonight, cancel it."
"Why? Whats up?"
"I ran into Brian, and we started talking. You'll never guess where his brother works." Before I could even offer a guess, she continued "He's a bouncer at The Vault." The Vault was a new dance club that was the 'in' place to be. It was renovated from an old turn of the century bank. One of those grand old banks with a huge foyer, 30 foot ceiling, giant pillars out front and beautiful elaborate stonework.
"I thought you didn't like Brian."
"Well, actually, I don't. But who cares, he said he could get us into the club. He said he could get his brother to let us in without checking our ID." Maggie was very pretty and she used her looks to get her way without any regard for other people's feelings. It was one of her worst faults but she was still one of my closest friends.
I was starting to get worked up about the idea of going to the club. The legal drinking age in Ontario is 19 which made me, at 18 officially underage. It also made sneaking into nightclubs that much more thrilling. The fact that it was one of the hottest clubs around only enhanced the excitement.
"What should I wear?" I asked, not knowing what was usual for this kind of club.
"Whatever you wear, make sure you dress to impress." Maggie replied grinning.
We had a light dinner before starting to get ready. After showering, I went through my wardrobe looking for a hot outfit. I finally decided on a blue stretch mini dress that hugged my figure like a second skin. I slipped on a thin white bra and ultra sheer nude pantyhose before working on my hair and make-up. Once completed, I squeezed into my dress being careful not to snag my hose. I finished off the outfit with matching blue pumps and a small black purse.
Brian is about 6 feet tall with dark brown skin. He was a sophmore and played linebacker for the college team. When Brian picked us up, he was wearing a white t-shirt, blue jeans and a dark blue sports jacket. Anyone looking at Brian could tell that he practically lived in the weight room even though he was wearing a jacket.
"Wow!" Brian exclaimed when he say the way we were dressed.
Seeing how casual Brian was dressed I asked "Do you think we're over dressed?"
"Hell no. Don't change a thing." he replied with a wide smile which put me at ease.
The three of us headed out to Brian's little Honda Civic hatchback. He opened the door for us and held my hand as I squeezed into the back seat trying futilely to keep the hem of my dress from riding up. Brian then helped Maggie into the passenger seat. At the time I thought he was being a gentlemen but now in retrospect I realize that he was enjoying the little show I unintentionally gave him. I'll never know what Brian saw, but since I wasn't wearing panties under my pantyhose, I suspect he got more than an eyeful. That would explain why after we parked, he rushed over to help Maggie and me out of the car.
Brian led us past the line up and introduced us to his brother Thomas. The obvious resemblance was their builds. Thomas was alittle taller and even more muscle bound than his brother. Beyond that, I could see the family resemblance in their faces though Thomas had his head completely shaved. Thomas was very well suited for his job, I was quite intimidated by his physical presence and demeanor. His tattoos completed his dangerous aura. I couldn't help myself from checking out his impressive body. As Thomas waved us through, he gave me a wink and a knowing smile which made me blush a deep crimson.
The club lived up to its' reputation. The lighting and decor was awe inspiring and the music reverberated throughout the dance floor. An aura of excitement engulfed the entire room. I soon discovered that I was a bit overdressed but my outfit did draw plenty of admiring glances from almost every man I walked by. Brian didn't seem to like the attention we were getting and he quickly guided Maggie and I to a booth. After we settled in our seats, Brian went to the bar to get us some drinks.
It didn't take long before a shark came swimming by. A handsome blonde man in a designer suit walked up and started chatting Maggie up. The music was way too loud for me to hear what they were saying but I could tell that Maggie was really attracted to the stranger. Before long, she was out on the dancefloor with him. Even though I was shocked at how callous she was being, I remained silent keeping my feelings to myself.
