Wouldn't life be simple if we all knew what we wanted? I thought I did, until I met Carla. I hadn't had many friends in school, I was to busy helping out at home for much of a social life. There was one boy who showed some interest for awhile but when I didn't respond he too went away.
Now here I was starting college, free from the worries of home. On my own thanks to a scholarship I had a free ride for the first two years then I would have to see. I knew I would have to work to have any spending money, the family made it clear there was none to spare for me. I understood that before leaving. With the right education and a good job maybe I could help out later.
I applied for the position at Student Life and was accepted. It was work I could do while attending classes and still have time to study and have a life on campus. The jobs are given to needy students who are eligible for assistance and I was that and more.
One of the duties I had was working with the dorm proctors and Hall Monitors. That was how I met Carla. She had been awarded the position in the girl's dorm three "Market Hall". She was the Hall monitor for the second floor.
Carla was a junior in studying Marketing so we ran into each other in classes since we were both studying Marketing for our Major. One day she asked me to go for a soda after class. We sat out on the quad and talked and got to know something about each other. I was amazed when I realized how alike we were. We seem to bond and so when she asked if I was interested in joining her at a party I was quick to say yes.
She was the first person who had showed any interest in me since I arrived on campus. Other girls in the dorm seem to have made friends easily, while being the shy one I didn't seem to fit in. I was suppose to have a roommate but she had canceled her plans. I learned later she had changed schools.
On Friday night Carla came by my room and helped me pick out what to wear. Not having gone out much my selection was limited. We finally settled on a short skirt with a knit pull over that left my midriff bare I wore a thong, at Carla's suggestion, and from my meager jewelry supply a pair of diamond stud earrings. It was a different look but I liked it.
The party was at a private home and was going full tilt when we arrived. There were about twenty girls there all talking in groups or paired off with drinks in hand. Carla got us both a beer and started to introduce me around. I had been a drinker in High School in fact other than a drink on news years Eve I hadn't drank at all. The beer was cold and didn't taste bad so when the second one came I didn't hesitate.