I met Sammy in college. We were both freshmen attending Northwestern, where I was a Journalism major and she was Political Science. Our families both had some old wealth and we both had lower aspirations than our family's respective businesses.
Our families were both Conservative and we each felt idealistic and were going to rebel from that. You could say that we were Progressive, bleeding heart liberal, or just hippie millennials, but we were young and thought we knew it all so we were okay with others thinking we were crazy. We were normal and average looking, and weren't dating anyone when we met.
We met at a party, which was funny because neither of us ever went to parties. We both had been invited to this one by our respective roommates and caved to the pushing and pressure to get out and actually try to enjoy college.
I was a bookworm that read more than I watched TV and Sammy was an athlete. We had better things to do than go to parties, but as fate would dictate, there we were.
I was pretty buzzed when someone grabbed me and said, "it's game time let's go." I complied and went to the big room with about 10 guys and girls around a pool table. Bottles were passed around as were joints and men were being moved to one side and ladies on the other.
I was given a slip of paper to put my name on and it was then put into a hat. Once everyone had done it, some more people came into the room. These guys and girls were obviously the beautiful people. You know the ones: tall, good looking, confident, dressed perfectly, basically the Alphas.
They started chanting "Dykes versus Dorks, Dykes versus Dorks," and on and on. The apparent leader spoke up and told us the rules of the 'game'. I had a bad feeling already being called out as one of the dorks, but it was to get worse.
"Listen up folks! This game is simple. You pick a name and spend 5 minutes alone in this closet (he pointed towards a door) with the person whose name is on the slip," the Alpha leader said.
"Oh great," I thought and looked at the group of ladies. None were ugly, so that was a plus, and some were actually cute in a sort of non-classical way, but I was worried though, as I didn't have much experience with girls and only kissed a couple.
The first couple were picked and they put lipstick on the girl. I guess they really wanted to make sure that the couple in the closet was kissing, (Couldn't have the game spoiled now could they?) and in they went.
I was handed a bottle of whiskey and took a drink. I was really feeling buzzed and tried to back out of the game from nervousness, but I was grabbed and the guy said "We have a runner."
"Boo," cried out the Alphas and I was led up to the door to go next. The sorority princess with the ladies hat said, "Pick, runner."
"Okay," I shrugged and pulled a name. "Sammy," I read out loud and watched the girls with trepidation. Just then one of the cuter ones walked up with a bottle of schnapps in her hand.
She took a big drink, put on the lipstick and said, "Let's get it over with," and we were pushed into the closet. It was a large walk in closet that smelled like cedar and had plenty of room for us and a light.
She grabbed me before I could say anything and started to kiss me. I could taste the schnapps on her tongue as she shoved it into my mouth. I kissed back and we made out. I suddenly got into it and could feel that she was too as her hands lowered from my neck and embraced me. I pulled her into me and really started to enjoy it.
Just then the door opened and I heard cat calls and cheers. I tried to pull away but she resisted for a moment and finally relented. She looked into my eyes and smiled for a brief second, then took off into the party.
I followed her into that room but she was gone. I was disappointed at that and went out the front door. She was nowhere in sight outside either, so dejectedly, I walked up the street on the way back to the dorms.
Back in my room, I thought about her. She was cute, I would have guessed 5'7" with an athletic build featuring a slim torso with smallish breasts and thicker thighs and ass. She had short blond hair that wasn't exactly a buzz cut on the sides and back but it was much longer on top, which laid to the side. She also had sparkling blue eyes and I was attracted to her. She kissed better than the previous girls I kissed and I wished I had more time with her. I didn't even know if Sammy was her real name, let alone what her last name was, but I thought about her kiss as I masturbated my self to sleep.
Two weeks later, I was sitting in a common area reading a Doctor Who novelization when someone walked up to where I was sitting. "Hey there," said the voice. I looked up and there she stood. Sammy looked at me smiling and sat down.
"You're a hard man to find, Bill."
"I'm not hiding or anything, Sammy."
"Oh, you remembered."
"Of course. I tried to follow into the party but lost you. How did you find out my name? They never said it and you never asked me."
"Well, that wasn't hard. No one knew who you were but I was able to find the hat later. There was only one slip left, so I assumed it was you."
"I guess I should have stayed there then if you wanted to find me. Sorry about that."
"Yeah, I struggled with it at first. I don't have a lot of experience with guys and wasn't sure about you. But man, our kisses made me tingle to my toes and I decided that I should look for you."
"I'm glad you did."
"Can we go get some coffee, Bill?"
"Sure."
As we were walking to Starbucks, we got the small talk out of the way. Majors, hometowns, etc... and found that we grew up two towns over from each other.
She told me that she was active in political groups that included various protests for women's right to choose, universal health care and gun control.
I told her, "My parents will flip when I bring you home?"
"Really? Planning on bringing me home to Mom already," she said with a chuckle.
I stumbled trying to respond to her teasing me about my gaffe and was able to finally get out, "My parents are full blown gun-nut Conservatives."
"Ah," She said, "And you're not?"
"No, I voted Obama."
"Good, I'd hate for you to be a Republican, my folks are too by the way. I'm the family embarrassment,"
I laughed and we talked for the next couple of hours about the finer points of college life and got to know each other. I walked her back to her room, exchanged numbers and got a nice kiss goodnight.
I called her the next day and set up a date for the upcoming Friday. We went to see one of the Marvel movies. I don't remember which because we spent more of the movie making out than paying attention to it.
My roommate was at his girlfriends so we went back to my place. That's when she surprised me.
"Bill, do you remember what they called that party game where we met?"
"Yes, Dykes versus Dorks. It was ridiculous."
"I didn't get pulled in there because I was a dork."
"So you're a lesbian?"
"No, I don't think so."
"You've lost me. By the way we've been making out, you seem pretty straight to me," I said, unsure where she was going with the discussion.
"I've never dated a guy, Bill. I've only had two relationships and both were with women."
"Okay, can I at least assume you're Bi? Otherwise, I don't understand what you're doing with me."
"That's just it. I don't know. I've never been attracted to a guy before. Until that party I would've said I was lesbian, and now I'm not sure. Kissing you in that closet was amazing. It never felt that way with the girls I dated. I thought maybe I was just drunk, but at the movie I felt the same and I'm scared. That's why I had to find you. I had to know if it was real. Can we take it slow? I'm obviously a virgin, but I'm so tempted to jump you right now that I almost can't hold back."
I reassured her, "We can take it as slow as you like. Since you were not the dork in the game, I'm obviously it. My experience with girls is lacking and I can tell you that I'm a virgin too. I'm in no hurry, I really like you and want to see more of you. The thing is though, I need for you to be sure about yourself. The last thing I need is for you to use me to prove you still prefer women."
"I could never hurt you like that, Bill. That's why I want to go slow."
"Okay, I'm good with slow, but will you be dating others? I really would prefer us to date only each other."
"I'm a one person girl, Bill. I'm not gonna be looking for anyone else while we are dating, I promise."
"Okay, good. Can we go back to kissing now?" I said with a Cheshire smile.
"Mmm, yes baby."
After that night I was always on guard.
The first few weeks we dated were great. We spent a lot of time kissing and petting and getting to know each other. We didn't have any of the same classes and she played some intramural sports so our time was limited to weekends mostly but we made do.
I struggled with a lack of confidence though, and still felt in the back of my mind that I was a test boyfriend. She did nothing to show that I was and didn't deserve that assessment, so I was careful to hide that feeling away.
The first fly in the ointment came when we attended a protest together. A right wing TV personality, Miles Hagen, was touring the lecture circuit touting his new book, and came to our campus. We met up with her friends and they were pretty militant in their actions. I had done a few protests before, but I was never so passionate that I was in danger of arrest. Her friends were.
They threw rocks, blocked traffic, screamed in police and security guard's faces and got into a fight with some supporters of the speaker. Hagen was completely opposite of my beliefs, but I wasn't about to get arrested over it. They did.
