Erica had always been wild. Perhaps it came from being an only child, even if her parents showered her with love, but she was competitive, very, and without brothers or sisters against whom to measure herself she could do so only with her friends. Growing up she was usually not the first to do something, but she would do it bigger, better – and often badder.
An intelligent young woman, she always did well in school even without really trying, which kept her parents generally happy. She never ran afoul of the law, created disruptions in school or was openly insubordinate to her parents' wishes, thus she got a good deal of latitude, especially as she got older. She knew where the lines were with authority figures, and she made sure never to quite cross them, even if she did revel in pushing up against them whenever possible.
She prided herself on making her own choices, never being forced into anything. When her friends started having sex she yearned to as well, but would only do so once she'd found the perfect boy, the one all of her girl friends wanted, and made him wait for what was to him an excruciatingly long time while she brought him along. What Erica had in mind was not teasing but control.
She had heard enough stories from her sexually active girl friends about the hurried, selfish, unsatisfying experiences they all had with boys to know what to avoid. Her desires had to be satisfied before she would let someone else "have his way," and that was exactly what she demanded. Besides being smart she was also highly attractive, much in the mold of Neve Campbell as she was in "Wild Things," and she knew the power this gave her. If she wanted to stretch things out before "giving in," she could get away with it. And she did, very successfully, making sure that any manchild who wanted her had to learn first what satisfied HER, and only then giving over to their desires.
Erica discovered in the first few years of her sexual life that she had a significant appetite, more so than most of her girl friends. Most of her lovers were more than happy to discover this, even ecstatic since it meant they were going to get lots and lots of high-quality sex. She had one relationship in which they did it three times a day, pretty much every day, for six months. On the other hand she dated – for a short time – two men who just could not keep up with her demands. One of them went so far as to tell his friends, "All Erica ever wants to do is fuck, fuck, fuck." She got a kick out of hearing that since it only burnished her reputation – and she was already doing one of his more handsome, and competent, friends, anyway.
She also realized she had few inhibitions. She would try anything once, see if she liked it and use that first-hand knowledge to decide if that was for her, with no regrets if she didn't. It turned out that in the sexual sphere there was little two consenting adults could do to each other she did not enjoy.
Erica proudly considered herself a champion at oral sex and intercourse, often hearing breathlessly and unsolicited from her partners that she was far better than other girls they both knew – her competitive nature loved that. She enjoyed anal stimulation and would eagerly spring it on men if she sensed they would enjoy it, and many did. She would masturbate in front of her lovers, and watch porn with them. She also made absolutely sure that every young man who slept with her became adept at oral sex on her as well – it was a requirement of being with her, and fair is fair.
With the controlling aspect of her personality came certain reserves. She was open with her mother and with her approval went on the pill. She also lived up to the promise she made her mother and made sure every man she has sex with used a condom, on every occasion. (Erica advised buying boxes by the dozen – keeping up with her was not for the faint of heart.)
Erica would never get drunk enough to get out of hand, nor would she let her partner. She would never put herself in a position to be "taken" by anyone, especially not a group situation. Two of her girl friends had done this, so she had been told, one to her enjoyment, another to her horror. She reveled in being known as a highly satisfying and skillful lover, "wild" absolutely, but only with one partner at a time, and only on her terms. She was a very bad good girl.
One thing Erica would not do was girls. Bisexuality was something more than one of her girl friends admitted they tried, and she suspected a few others might have although they would not admit it, but it was not something she wanted to be known for. In a sense it came from being so good at sex – she feared that any girl she slept with might tell everyone or, worse, want to become her "girlfriend." She had ambitious plans for her life, and she did not want to be held back by any "lesbian issues," so despite whatever the male-dominated media encouraged she swore to herself she would never do such things. Being known and desired for being a great serial monogamist lover of hot young men worked very well, thank you.
She had nothing against the idea of women making love to each other, however, and she knew she would have to be a hypocrite to do so given the strength of her own desires and demands she made for her satisfaction. She even enjoyed girl/girl porn, often far more than male/female, since the women seemed to actually enjoy what they were doing, plus the sight of cumshots onto women's faces at the end ... ugh.
When she was in her last year at college, Erica found herself a little bored. She was doing very well in her classes and was a week ahead of her coursework. Most of her friends were involved in relationships, studying too hard, interviewing for jobs or just plain going crazy, so she found she had a good bit of time on her hands. It would have been a perfect time to physically abuse a hot boyfriend day and night, and her body yearned for it, but it happened that she had just broken off a couple of weeks before a relationship that just wasn't rocking her world – he was fine, but not up to her standards, so she threw him over to find someone better.
She somehow found herself telling this to a new friend from one of her classes, Janie, as they sat around having coffee and killing time with amiable conversation to avoid discussing a dreadfully boring class project Erica was already ahead on. Janie said she'd broken up with someone a while back and knew what she meant, although she followed that up by saying, "Thankfully I recently started sleeping with someone and it's made me feel a lot more whole."
Erica found herself enjoying the conversation with Janie, who like her was bright, slender and attractive. She was not as young, having taken a couple of years off to try making it as an actress in New York, then "came to her senses" when she realized how little money she was making after five years, plus how many sleazy "producer/directors" there were who wanted nothing more than sex from a hot young woman. Her maturity showed, in a good way, and her stories about fighting off slimeballs while trying to make a go of it – with some incredible names playing minor if ear-catching parts – made for companionable diversions.
After a while they got around to discussing what they were doing for the evening, this being early Friday afternoon. Erica said she had no plans, which was true. She thought of making something up but couldn't be bothered, just as she couldn't be bothered to chase after the friends she knew had disappeared because they were all doing their own things.
"You going off to the fraternity scene then?" Janie asked.
"No, not my cup of tea," Erica replied. "Maybe rent a movie or something, quiet night."
"Well, I have date plans for an early dinner, but I also arranged to meet up with friends later at my place to do just what you suggest, watch a movie. Why don't you join us? We'll have a few cocktails and chill out."
The suggestion appealed to Erica, who didn't want to sit around her place listening to other parties in her complex while contemplating being alone, so she said yes. Janie told her not to bring anything, really, and gave her directions that were all too easy to follow since it was nearby and she knew other people who lived in her complex. They set it up for 9 o'clock, then finished their coffee and each went their own way.
The rest of the day and early evening was uneventful for Erica, who went home, read a little, took a quick nap, then made herself pasta and a salad for dinner. She showered and dressed college casual, a comfortable button-down blouse and skirt from Banana Republic (she usually preferred to be more girlie than jeans and a sweatshirt), then headed over to Janie's.
She was right on time and Janie greeted her with a smile, ushering her in. Janie was a little out of breath, her hair windblown, and asked for pardon saying she'd just gotten home a few minutes before. Her apartment was a one-bedroom, no roommate, which Janie told her came from living on her own in New York – she couldn't have another roommate, not as cheap as apartments were near the university. The decor was typical college chic, comfortable, with more black leather than she expected in a girl's place but still nice. Through a quirk of the floorplan the kitchen was not open to the large living room but separate, in the back where the bathroom and bedroom were.
It was only a couple of minutes after Erica arrived when the doorbell rang and Janie let in her friends. She introduced Susanna and Leigh. Both seemed nice enough. Susanna has older, maybe a year or two older than Janie, and said she worked at the university's hospital as a researcher. Leigh was also older than Erica but only a couple of years, she said she was a grad student in psychology. That made Erica grimace, who had to admit when they all saw it, "I hated my one psych class, sorry," at which they all laughed. Janie invited everyone to settle in while she got drinks, disappearing into the kitchen.
The other three girls made small talk, which consisted of Susanna asking Erica lots of questions while Leigh sat quietly. This continued as Janie came back with four glasses of white wine, then settled in to also listen. Of this group Susanna was clearly the leader. Erica was fine with all the questions, although when Susanna started asking her if she had a boyfriend she answered no as graciously as she could, then decided to try to move away the spotlight away from herself, turning to Janie:
"So how was your dinner date?"
