S02 E02
The Big Shopping Trip
Cindy - College Years
College life wasn't always it was cracked up to be. It was far different than what the movies suggested. While there were a few parties, the majority of students were interested in pursuing their degrees and ensuring they didn't disappoint their parents back home. Or, at the very least, make sure they were getting their money's worth from the giant loans they had to take out in order to attend school.
There were still cliques. The nerds stuck with the nerds. The athletes stuck with the athletes. There were a few members that blended into a few different cliques. Unlike typical school, in college, there was a bit more diplomacy. Cliques tended to work together rather than berate or ignore one another. Not all the time, but far more often than what I had seen in my own school.
Being a pretty face with a supermodel body, I was able to float along the cliques geared towards those who had some money. Old money. I certainly didn't mind the attention that I was accruing. In my book, the more attention I received, the better chances of my catching the right person's eye to land a modeling gig.
Ever since the first party I had attended with my friends, however, I also found myself hanging with the athletes a lot. In particular, with Michelle and her friends. I'd never been much into sports aside from supporting those I cared about in them. Yet the more that I hung out with those girls, the more I had a reason to enjoy basketball.
They invited me to play once. The thinking was that since I was so tall, I had to be a natural. I wasn't. I had a powerful walk and some grace, but I knew nothing about dribbling a basketball or shooting. Still, everyone had a good couple of laughs. M seemed to enjoy it. And I liked when M was happy.
We had kissed a few times since the party, but we'd never had a conversation about what we were or what our plans were. I found that I didn't mind as much. Why did anything need to be set in stone when we were both so young? Our lives were likely going to take us in different directions, eventually, anyway.
So, I chose to enjoy the moment. And at that moment, I was enjoying M.
It was the weekend after a long week of back-to-back exams. It wasn't even exam season. The Professors had all just decided to plan their tests in the same week. It was brutal, and I was exhausted from long hours of studying. With those behind me, M wanted to celebrate. She had said she knew a fun place where we could do some shopping. The twinkle in her eye suggested that it wasn't a typical shopping trip.
Excited and nervous, I followed her onto campus. We walked down the sidewalk to the busy main street where all of the stores gearing towards students and student life were located. It wasn't as busy as it usually was. Dinner was just around the corner, so most of the students were filling up the dining halls or heading for the local restaurants.
M led me to the far side of the street. There was a modest building there with an interesting purple paint job. "Come on," M nodded to me. "Let's go get some goodies."
Intrigued, I followed her inside . . . and immediately stopped in my tracks. It was a sex store.
The woman behind the register smiled at us as we entered. "Hello, honies," she greeted us warmly, "let me know if you need help with anything. I'll just be here."
"Thank you," M called to her, then took my hand. "Come on, Cindy. No need to act like you're a virgin at a BDSM party. The toys won't bite," she teased. Clutching her hand, I followed her inside the store further. A permanent blush was stained on my cheeks. There were shelves upon shelves of sex toys.
