"So the plan I think, is we'll hit up some parties on campus and see if we can find anyone."
I sighed. "Yeah, I guess. If you still want to do this."
"I mean, I'm not going to force you but you did agree to it already."
"I'm not backing out. It's just freaking me out a little thinking about it."
"Just relax babe. It's not that big of a deal. It's college, this is when you're supposed to do crazy stuff and have fun."
"You're in college. I have to work on Monday." Work wasn't actually that much more stressful than college, but that's only because of how hard I worked in when I was in school. Last May I graduated with a 4.1 GPA. Yes, that's .1 above straight A's.
"Well you didn't exactly go nuts when you were in school. Don't you feel like you've missed out even a little? I know you do."
No shit. "Oh my God, I'll do it."
That got a smile out of him. He thanked me for playing along and then added, "And wear something slutty."
I made a fake surprised face at him and headed to my room to go get changed. I decided on wearing my yoga pants with something little over them to keep me decent.
Leggings, tights, yoga pants; whatever you want to call them, guys seem to love them. Unlike most girls who wear them though, I actually do yoga. Three nights a week, usually. It's relaxing and gives me a break from having to think about anything. It also gives me a pretty great body which I have began to appreciate more recently. I have a super high metabolism and like 5% body fat. My boyfriend likes to joke that 2.5% of that is in each boob, but they're really not that big.
I'm most proud of my butt. Even though I'm twenty-two years old, I still have a skinny eighteen year old's body except my - almost - bubble butt. Not really, but as close to that as I could hope as a white girl weighing 108 lbs.
I stripped naked and pulled on my black lace panties. Over that, I wore the black leggings. On top of my dresser was a near full length mirror. My breasts looked full and perky and my tiny pink nipples contrasted the pale shade of my skin.
After rummaging around my closet topless, I decided on wearing the tiniest, tightest dress that I owned. It was a white bandage dress with black polka dots. Sal had got it for my birthday but it was so short that I never wore it. The cut of the neck was so deep that you could see an uncomfortable amount of cleavage. After some lip gloss and a little black eyeliner I was ready to go.
"How's this?" I asked as I walked back into the main area of my apartment.
"Oh," he got up and walked over to me. "You look fucking hot."
And then he grabbed my ass and said, "Remember how you said you'd give me head before we go?" Before I could protest he had his cock out and was guiding me to my knees.
My boyfriend's dick had a decent size and width. He liked to grab the back of my head and just hold it there while he was in my mouth. It didn't feel good and almost made me choke sometimes, but I knew it turned him on and there was something dirty about it that wasn't so bad.
After a few minutes of blowing him, he pulled out of my mouth and said, "Lick my balls."
I licked shyly and his fingers pulled my hair to bring me closer. I humored him and gave a few more timid licks.
He put his cock back in my mouth briefly.
"Fuck. Ok, let's go."
We drove to his apartment and walked from there.
The first party we planned to go to had been broken up, someone walking away from the house told us. There was a fight and lots of shouting outside. The cops showed up and everyone left.
We had been walking for a while now and I was glad I wore flats instead of my heels. Despite being late October it was quite warm and I was thankful for that as well.
The campus was in the middle of the city and the parties were usually at frats or houses nearby. Around here, you were likely to see more broken bottles than trees.
Our second party stop looked nice enough on the outside. Sal gave a very serious bro guarding the door ten dollars and we went inside.
There was a piece of paper with an arrow drawn on it that pointed to a stairway straight ahead. We followed it towards the noise, descending one wooden step at a time to find an unfinished basement with about three hundred people crammed into it. The room was dark and smelled like weed and teenaged rebellion. There were a couple kegs in the far corner.
Sal grabbed my hand a pushed us a path through the sea of people towards the keg. He wasn't a particularly big guy but he had a manly look and confidence.
So, now we had some beer. The only remaining downsides were that there was no air conditioning, smoke everywhere, and nowhere to stand. Oh, and that the beer was total crap.
"Now what?" I shouted over music from six inches away from my his ear.
"I don't know. This isn't exactly what I was looking for." He yelled back. "Why don't you go make some friends."
So I made my way towards the middle of this absurdly packed room, squeezing by people and not really knowing what I was supposed to be looking for. A song that I actually liked came on which helped me feel less anxious. When one of your favorite bands has an uncharacteristically poppy hit that brings them onto the mainstream radar for the first time, most long time fans resent it. This song was good though, even if it was a little dumbed down. I half danced - half bumped into people as I moved awkwardly through the crowd.
What was the point of this? Even if I found someone, I sure as hell wasn't giving someone a blowjob in a place like this. Then what? Who's going to follow people they don't know on a long walk to Sal's apartment in the middle of the night?
Then I felt a hand on my ass. It only lightly brushed over and I thought that maybe it was just an accident. Then I felt a hard squeeze. I jumped and turned around.
It was impossible to tell who did it. This place sucked. It was disgusting and creepy and hot as hell. I practically shoved my way threw people till I made eye contact with Sal again.
"Can we leave?"
"Alright." I'm sure I looked pissed and he didn't protest.
Once we got back outside I told him how someone groped me.
He laughed, I punched him and we kept walking in search of another party.
By now it was almost 1:00 a.m. and I was exhausted. "Why don't we do this another night?" Walking was getting really old and I had no idea how far we were from his place.
"Let's try one more."
"Can't we do it a different time? I've been up since 7:00 a.m." Someone was yelling something in the background.
"Damn it, I wish the first place would have just worked out. You actually almost seemed excited then."
"I was excited because I had your dick in my mouth like two minutes before that. How about we just go back to your apartment and do that again?"
That's when I realized the guy across the street was talking to us. He was in the doorway of an especially old looking little house with two red brick pillars supporting a tacky vinyl porch roof.
The guy was wearing a white t-shirt and jeans, both of which were too big for him. He was wearing flat brimmed hat that was tilted obnoxiously off-center.
He called at us again. "Hey! We have a super chill party going on over here if you guys want to join us."
"This is clearly a bad idea, right?" I said to Sal.
"Let's just go see what it's like. We've been walking around sober all fuckin' night. We might as well check it out before we have to walk back."
As we got closer I could see that the guy's shirt had Greek letters of a frat I'd vaguely remembered.
He pulled at a gold chain around his neck as he gave me the sleezy guy "look you up and down" special and said to Sal, "Dude, nice." Then said to both of us, "There's lots of beer and shit in the kitchen right through there." He pointed a direction.
"Uh, thanks." I said.
Inside, the house was surprising not horrible compared to the outside and the other places we had been that night. On the left, through the main hallway, was an open room with shaggy beige carpeting, a few couches, and a TV. We walked past it to a kitchen which had ugly linoleum flooring and weird, out of place wood paneling on the walls. Aside from that though, it was at least fairly clean.
Beside the refrigerator there were three or four empty cases of beer stacked on top of each other. Sal opened the fridge and grabbed two Rolling Rocks. The height of classiness on a college campus.
We opened them and headed into the other room with all the couches.
There was music playing loudly from speakers strewn around on the floor. A dozen more people were in the room, stacked on couches and sprawled out on the floor. Two guys were playing video games on a big TV, a fat girl with a tube top and a skinny ginger kid were passing a bowl back and forth and everyone looked pretty drunk. I could feel eyes on me as we came in and sat down on the floor.
The ginger kid offered us a hit on his weed and told us his name was Brent. Sal took one and I politely declined. While we were in the middle of making small talk another girl holding a bottle of whiskey came in and yelled "Who wants to do shots with me?"
Sal pointed at me with both hands and I elbowed him.
"I'll have one!" Stoner girl said from the couch.
"Well get your ass in here, there's shot glasses."
Sal and I went into the kitchen with the stoner girl and shots girl. She grabbed a bunch of shot glasses from a cabinet and lined them up on the counter-top. She basically just spilled the bottle from one shot to the next until they were all full.
I don't drink that often and I definitely don't do shots. I especially don't drink whiskey. Any time I've found myself in a situation in college that demands I take a shot, I've always tried to make it tequila or vodka. At least that doesn't burn so goddamn bad.
Everyone lifted their glasses and I followed. My throat burned and I felt like I couldn't breath after gulping it down.
"You look like you're going to cry." Sal said.
"I'm good." I coughed a couple times and smiled.
Shot girl laughed and held up one more shot towards me. "One more for you, you need practice."
Oh how I hate college parties.
I grabbed the shot. The outside of the glass was slick with booze and filled the air with that harsh smell of alcohol. I looked her in the eye and swallowed it straight while doing my best to hide how disgusted I was.
She waited to see if I was going to cough or throw up. "Alright, not bad. I didn't think you were going to do it."
As she finished, a guy wearing a short sleeve button up shirt came up the stairs into the kitchen holding a beer in each hand. His shirt was entirely unbuttoned and showed his bare chest. He was smooth and had a decent tan.
