Cheating And Life After
ALLISON
I slowly emerged from the jumbled nightmare I was having and was overcome by the distinctive smell of vomit. I quickly realized that it was coming both from the taste in my mouth and the waste basket next to my dorm bed. It was painful but I managed to open one eye and saw my roommate Pam sprawled naked on the dorm bed across the room with a similar basket stinking with puke. As I worked on opening the other eye I tried to remember how this state of affairs came to be. At first only bits and pieces of lights, music, guys, beer, more beer, cocks, sex, more beer and more cocks and cum and pussy everywhere. Hands clutching, twisting nipples, cum raining down on me, cum everywhere in my hair and face and tits. Oh God my nipples and pussy were sore. I felt between my legs and found my cunt was crusted with semen. My clit was raw and my vagina was throbbing and sore. Raped? Hell no, just the usual after finals blow out gangbang party at the U.
With a giant effort I swung my legs out of the bed and avoiding the barf bucket, got them onto the floor. I made several efforts to stand but failed when the room refusing to stop spinning around. My movements woke the snoring Pam who sat up with a jolt and immediately grabbed her head and then dropped back down moaning.
"Oh fuck what the hell did we do?"
"Well let's see. My head is broken, I'm covered with vomit and cum and my pussy feels like it just entertained the Russian Army. My guess is that we were plied with drink and then repeatedly fucked, what do you think Pam?"
"It's coming back to me Rooms. Those two guys that picked us up shared us with at least six more of their pals. I also recall that at the time, we thought it was a fucking great idea. I got to tell you though that my caboose is a little sore from playing train."
When we realized that it was now 8AM and our parents were scheduled to take us home for the summer at 10, we stumbled into action. Somehow we got the room aired out, and ourselves washed, douched, steamed, aspirined, rolaided and dressed in time. By the way, my name is Allison Peters and I've just finished Spring exams at UW Madison for my Sophomore year and until last night I thought I generally had things under control. Not that I didn't party a little but not in full slut mode like last night.
My folks, Hank and Betty and younger sister Sara did pick up a trace of something in the air that the freshener couldn't cover and I just whispered
"A little too much beer last night after celebrating the end of exams. However, I think I did pretty good on the tests."
Both Mom and Dad just smiled, since they had attended the U twenty two years previously. They were't prudes about the beer but the orgy would just be between Pam, I and of course an indeterminate number of guys.
With four of us working it only took three trips to load up my dad's company van with dirty wash, computer, printer, text books and related crap. On the trip home I slept and my family didn't bother me. It was good to get back into their protective cocoon after last night. Was I sick with worry about what I had done or rather what was done to me last night.? Not really. I always thought of myself as a good girl and last night was certainly not not the norm but it certainly wasn't the first time I got carried away..
Now is probably a good time for a little background. I was born in an up scale Milwaukee suburb during the first year of the Kennedy Administration and the New Frontier. Went to public schools, got pretty good grades and was into gymnastics as a kid which got me into cheerleading. We all see a lot of faults in our looks but my peers seemed to think I was attractive even though I had my doubts. However, I guess I was well enough put together because I was in the "A" clique.
My best friend in middle school became my boyfriend in High School. His name is John Wilson and he's a ruggedly good looking and athletic guy. He has always been big for his age and by his Sophomore year he was a starting Linebacker on the football team at 210 and 6'3". I'm 5' 8 and about 90 pounds less than that. Nevertheless we make an attractive couple and right up to my going off to college we were seldom apart.
John's a bright guy and got good grades all through school without a lot of effort. However, he had absolutely no interest in college. His sole interest was mechanical things and not from an intellectual point of view as in engineering. He loved to get his hands dirty and on things but especially machine tools. In that he was just like his dad who was successful with his own small machining company located in a nearby Industrial park. When I headed off to UW two years ago, John started his associate degree program at the local voc tech school for CNC machining and programming. He had already worked for his dad all through high school and summers and had just gotten his degree last week. I couldn't be there because of finals but we were to get together tonight.
Now all I had to do is get over this hang over and bury my guilt as deeply as possible. Technically I guess John and I were still a couple. When we said good by as I headed off to school two years ago he told me that I was free to date and socialize. I told him the same but I suspected he wouldn't take me up on it. I would be with John full time during vacations and the summer break but at school it was quite a different story. I'm pretty sure that 'socializing' in John's mind would not encompass fucking strangers one met in bars."
PAM
I met Allison for the first time moving into Witte Hall at the beginning of New Student Week our Freshman year. We were randomly assigned roommates but we had corresponded all summer and we instantly bonded. By the end of that first week we knew all of each other's deepest and darkest secrets. I knew that she was insecure about her looks even I though she was a drop dead beautiful blonde. I'm blonde too but mine comes out of a bottle so top and bottom do not match. I also know she had given it up to her long time boyfriend on her 18 birthday. As of Freshman Week he was the only one tapping her honeypot. She said she was going to be true to him even though he gave her a hall pass. She also told me she was going to socially date because she hadn't done that in High School. With her looks, I gave her no later that Halloween to fall off the fidelity wagon. She wouldn't stand a chance living with a slut like me. I was right, she only made it four weeks before a smooth talking Junior got past her security gate. I did have to admire her though because she cut it off with the guy before it got too serious. She wanted to keep the promise of her John alive while she just had a little fun to keep the cobwebs from forming. By my count she fully entertained at least six "gentlemen callers" by semester break. For a faithful "good girl"she was certainly a fast mover. I only had eight hookups in the same period and I'm a fucking slut.
JOHN
I only got to see Allison for a short while the day she came home from school. I had to work second shift for a guy who called in sick and my dad had an important job that had to get out. I didn't miss much with her though because she was really green around the gills. She had a wicked hangover from too much beer after exams. We had plans to go up to the dunes at Terre Andrae Park on Lake Michigan with a High School group for tomorrow so we would catch up then.
I have known her for a lot of years and I could tell something other than the hang over was bothering her. When she comes home from school she always seems uneasy with me and it takes a bit to get back into the easy going romantic loving mode that we have known for so long. I know it must have something to do with her dating in Madison because a number of guys I went to High School with have told me that they have seen her in the bars. We don't talk about it quite frankly because I also date from time to time when she is gone. This seeing other people has changed our relationship and I'm sure it's not for the best. At one point we were headed inevitably for marriage and now there were a new wide range of options. I still was very comfortable with her but I'll have to admit that it was more like a good friend with benefits than as a potential fiancé.
ALLISON
I went to bed early the first night home to try to sleep out the hang over and my guilt feelings I achieved the first but not the second. It was Saturday so I filled up on Dad's pancakes and family coziness before throwing my stuff together for our beach outing. I had a new tiny bikini that I had been wearing for sunbathing in Madison that should capture John's interest.
He picked me up promptly at 10 even though I knew he had worked last night. He was wearing a muscle shirt and his swimming trunks and as we drove I had trouble keeping my hands to myself. I snuggled in close to him thankful for the bench seat in his truck. I loved John's smell and I told him so as he put his arm around me once we were out on the highway heading north.
"I'm happy to be home to you John. I hope we can sneak away in the dunes and get in some loving big guy. I've missed you."
