This story is a product of a frenzied 5-day writing spree. When I first looked at the 40000-something word monster I'd created, I decided to leave it be for a while, and completely forgot about it. Many moons later, I found it by accident while looking for some documents and thought "It'd be a massive waste if I wrote all this for nothing."
So I came to the site, saw that there actually are people who are so awesome, that they're willing to edit your regurgitation of words out of the kindness of their hearts. On that note -- a special thanks to
LaRascasse
for removing several unnecessary limbs from the monster and prettying it up for the public; and to
MattKester
for essentially teaching me how to use quotation marks with 400+ corrections of misused punctuation throughout the story. This story wouldn't have been submitted without them, so feel free to blame them for everything.
EDIT: The story has a slow build-up. If you want to jump straight to the sex and skip the build-up, go to the last few pages. There's bound to be some sex there.
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First, I suppose it's best that readers get acquainted with the narrator of this story. At the time when this all started she was, that is -- I was, nineteen. I was interested in nearly everything; at least a little bit, and everyone. I listened to everything people had to say, and tried to absorb as much of their experience, knowledge as I could force myself to. I wasn't naturally this way, or at least not completely. I realized that my field of interest and expertise was going to become very narrow now that I was in college, and that I should keep an open mind and listen to people. This interest in people and what they had to say made me popular among my colleagues, although not in a prom queen kind of way. So, during my first year at college I slowly gathered a diverse group of friends.
I made friends with the "already know everything I need to; going to college just so I can have a degree that proves that" type, and the perpetually homesick students who were from out of town, the wannabe musicians, the driven students who made all of us lazy ones feel always slightly uncomfortable about the fact that we hadn't started studying yet, etc.
The group I hung out with the most consisted of three meek and friendly blondes (and a very slim, short, pale, dark-haired girl who always hung out with them) who did well enough in class, but were rarely asked when something needed to be explained. All three (four, counting the dark-haired one) of them were friendly in their own way, and were the kind of people you'd approach when looking for someone to talk to in a group. They were also, in varying degrees, easy-going. They all liked to drink on occasion, and never frowned upon anyone being drunk, but all but one of them disliked drugs, including weed, in any shape or form. They were always referred to as "The Blondes", despite the fact that one of the members of "The Blondes" had decidedly black hair.
Another dark-haired girl worth mentioning, though not one of The Blondes, was Priscilla (Pris for short), who I had hooked up with on a few occasions. Usually, we were both drunk or high, so I couldn't really tell whether she would be as eager to kiss me when we were sober. We were both very good students, who studied little but achieved much. Our achievements were different in nature however -- I got by with luck and good on-the-spot thinking, and she was capable of cramming a lot of information into her head in a short period of time. It didn't hurt her case that she was very smart, either.
She was very laid-back, slim, and barely taller than me, but enough to tease me about it whenever she could. For some reason she was instantly very popular wherever she went, and everyone wanted to know her opinion on things. She was also into the same drugs that The Blondes were so much against. However, they liked Pris and kept hoping that she would eventually realize that "drugs were stupid". I knew that she hated heroin more than anything and would never try it herself, despite the open-mindedness she took pride in. I also knew it was somehow related to her first girlfriend, one that she wasn't very fond of even at the time, but I know it shook her up when she found out she was using.
There were a few others in the "usual" group that I hung out with, but they didn't really have as much influence on my daily life as The Blondes and Pris.
As I mentioned, I was relatively good in college. Just as a side note, I studied programming and mathematics, so it was, to a degree, possible to not study too much and still pass with good grades. There wasn't a class I couldn't pass with relative ease, and I could ace whatever I wanted when I decided to actually put some effort into my studies. I took some pride in my academic success, but not enough to work harder for it. I was comparatively tall at 5'8''. My shoulders were a bit broader than the average woman's, and I had a strong back, which was a legacy from the time I spent playing water polo. I had very long, very thick, wavy brown hair that attracted a lot of attention from people who actually paid attention to that kind of stuff. I wasn't particularly good looking, but I wasn't particularly ugly, either. I looked, in my words, "good enough". Good enough meaning that I had a chance with anyone I wanted, but was not guaranteed to succeed solely because of my looks.
My breasts were larger than average, borderline Ds, and still nicely shaped, with especially nice nipples, and so they were in the center of attention whenever I was naked. Speaking of being naked -- those "especially nice" nipples of mine were very hard to control; whenever I took my bra off they would instantly stand to attention, like tiny Mel Gibsons screaming FREEDOOOOM whenever they weren't smothered. Which is one of the main reasons why I always wore one, except when sleeping; the other reason being that I wasn't particularly fond of feeling like my breasts were being yanked out of my chest every time I jumped.
I wasn't butch in the classical sense, I simply wasn't feminine, and my openness led to me being described as "boyish" sometimes. Nonetheless, I wore women's clothes and for all intents and purposes, I was and looked like a woman. Also, people often found me affable, easy-going and full of self-confidence (which was true, but only to a certain extent). Quite a lot of them were puzzled by how relaxed I was in stressful situations. The truth was that I just didn't care most of the time about what was happening, so I couldn't be stressed out about it.
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"... also thank *GOD* that freshmen got the early morning schedule. I was already dreading waking up at 6.40 to get ready for classes. I don't understand why anyone thinks we can actually pay attention to anything at eight in the morning," one of The Blondes rambled on as we were walking from our bus stop to class. We sometimes traveled together since she was the only person from my part of town, and we had grown close thanks to this. "... Do you remember how dreadful it was to listen to three hours of discrete mathematics
IN THE MORNING
? How can anyone expect me to follow how the whole science of mathematics rose from an idea of an empty set when I am barely aware of who I am?"
I was tired and grumpy. I liked waking up before nine at the latest, but slept in that morning and my body was unused to the idea. We arrived at the college building early, and she decided to keep me company outside as I smoked. Oh, did I mention that none of The Blondes smoked? Well, except the black-haired member, she went through a pack a day. However, it always seemed like she was the... black sheep of the group (*ba dum tss*).
We stayed outside and talked about what each of us had done the last fortnight of vacation. Well, it would have been vacation if we both hadn't left two exams for the last exam period and practically ruined the whole of September for ourselves. We talked about our woes nonetheless and agreed to "study on time" this semester.
We were soon joined by the rest of The Blondes and some other colleagues and decided to go in to at least find decent seats because the classroom was sure to be crowded the first week. Later, of course, people would stop going to class because they were not mandatory; our college didn't insist on students attending any of their classes, and no one paid close attention to who was there or who wasn't. Naturally, most students decided that attending those classes was an unnecessary waste of time. Which wasn't exactly true, but that still didn't make us decide to go. I went to classes that I liked, or ones that I had difficulty understanding on my own. Whatever fell out of those two categories was completely ignored until exam time.
The classroom was, sure enough, full to the brim. And this was Calculus 2, for God's sake, so it was obvious that this was not going to be the case in the following weeks. In fact, there were a lot more students there than were even on the list of students for the second year. So I could only assume that the extra numbers came from those who have failed this class already, and while formally third or fourth year, still dragged Calculus 1/2/3 along with them. I looked around the room to see who I knew these. Realizing that most of the people I hung out with were there already, I sat next to one of them and exchanged "Hi"s and "How have you been?"s.
The lecture was three hours long, but it wasn't as bad as I had expected. The professor seemed to be well aware that we forgot everything we knew from Calculus 1 (even though I passed that exam 4 days before the second year started) and practically baby-sat us the entire time, pausing on every potentially confusing part and explaining it to us. During the lecture, I was partially aware of the soreness in my calves, which was a consequence of my newfound will to walk more daily. I downloaded a pedometer app and, being competitive in nature, kept walking more every day than I normally would, just to get the "over 10k steps every day this month" achievement.
I can't allow it to be written in some database that I was unable to do that, now can I?
It was good for me, and walking home from class took me about an hour and a half, which was usually enough to get over that mark, and way more pleasant than going via a crowded bus for 45 minutes through town. Besides, even the center of town wasn't overly crowded, especially when you were on foot. You couldn't walk more than half an hour in any direction before ending up in a park. The Calculus 2 lecture was all we had for the first day of the second year, so most people formed little groups and went to various pubs near the building to catch up with friends.
As the crowd was walking out of the classroom, I looked around for Pris. There were way too many students there so I decided to just wait around outside in case she showed up. The Blondes came out shortly after me in a tight, giggling group, and asked if I wanted to go and get coffee to-go with them and find a spot to sit in in the park. I told them I might join them later, and they settled for that. I waited for about 10 minutes, until everyone who'd been at the lecture went somewhere, and there was still no sign of Pris. She was the one I usually hung out with directly before or after class, and I was in the mood for a beer and some deep conversation about which parts of life are worth optimizing, but she didn't show up. I decided to get a beer and join The Blondes in the park to pass time, and then walk home.
The timetable for the whole week was almost identical each day. The classes started at about 1-2pm and ended in a range of 6-9pm. Which was great if you weren't an early bird I suppose, but I always considered afternoon classes to seemingly take all of my day. At least with morning classes you get up early, finish with them, and have the rest of the day at your disposal. But afternoon classes did leave room for a lot of weekday drinking and staying up late, so they weren't a total miss.
I decided that I would go to all classes, no matter how boring or useless, during the first week. I did go to most, and realized that this semester was going to be particularly dull and exhausting. None of my classes seemed to interest me, and half of them were fairly difficult as well. Priscilla's continued absence from class only added to my overall lack of enthusiasm, and even though we kept a strictly offline friendship (I didn't even have her on any social media, we only texted when we had to agree where and when to meet), I decided to break that and see what was going on, after the third day of her absence. She replied shortly "we'll talk in person today" the day after I sent her a slightly concerned message.
I arrived early again, and decided to buy coffee and smoke and wait for Pris outside, thinking that she might show up. Sure enough she did, before I finished the first cigarette.
"Hey, hey!" -- she said, in a mocking cheerleader voice and gave me two air kisses. She backed off, smiled at my confusion and hugged me, carefully avoiding my coffee and cigarette.
"Hey yourself. It's kind of lonely to drink coffee all by myself, you know."
