It was hot, humid, almost summertime. The sticky vinyl bus seat clung to Clara's little thighs like a sweaty palm as she stared out at the college campus.
The bus groaned to a halt outside Reed State University's crumbling brick gates. Cicadas screeched in the oaks overhead, their song drowned by frat bros' howls echoing across the quad. Shirtless, sunburned meat slabs in neon board shorts launched footballs at each other, grinning at sorority pledges sprawled on lawn chairs, oiled up in triangle tops bikinis with blonde hair pulled into taut ponytails, laughing uncontrollably.
Clara's legs suctioned to the seat as she pressed her forehead to the window, breath fogging the glass. Her pale reflection stared back, framed by wavy light-brown hair, braces glinting when she nervously chewed her lip.
Next to Clara, her sister Mia rolled her eyes under bleached blonde hair pulled into a ponytail just as tight as the quad cuties. Unlike skinny Clara, Mia had packed on the freshman fifteen... or thirty. Luckily, most of it had gone to her heavy breasts and round butt cheeks.
"Jesus, stop looking so sad," Mia sneered, exhaling a lungful of vape smoke that smelled like melted Jolly Ranchers into Clara's face. The nineteen year old's chipped bright blue nail polish matched the raccoon rings around her eyes. "You're not at math camp anymore, nerd."
The past week had been a double whammy for Clara. After the soaring high of being accepted to all her top schools -- Harvard, Yale, Columbia, and more -- her parents sat her down and broke the news that they were walking back their promise to pay part of her tuition to a private school. Her dad's crypto "investments" had crashed, they told the wet-eyed high school senior, skinny legs trembling with sadness, and she needed to lower her standards.
"Why not where your sister goes?" her dad had asked. "Reed State is a fine school".
It was the lowest ranked university in the state.
So here she was, hopes of transcending her midwest roots slashed to tatters so she could join her alcoholic sister on a four year long party bender.
Mia reached into the pocket of her cutoff daisy dukes. A bright orange pressed pill appeared between her acrylic claws. "Here. You need to get happy. Pop this before I shove it up your squeaky-tight ass."
Clara's throat clicked. "What... what is it?"
"Grade-A bliss," Mia grinned, thumb tracing the pill's embossed Gucci logo.
Gonna make those pious little thighs unclench for once, Mia thought with a smirk. "Come onnnnnnnn! It's your big day! We gotta celebrate!" Mia pleaded.
Today was Clara's eighteenth birthday.
Whatever, she thought. She never did stuff like this, but she'd lost the will to resist her party-addict sister.
Her future had just evaporated before her eyes. How much worse could things possibly get?
Doe-eyed Clara swallowed the pill with a gulp of water bottle water and a slight cringe of sharp bitter flavor in the back of her throat.
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The dormitory reeked of Axe Body Spray, male sweat, and stale cum.
The RA's steroid-thick neck bulged against his tank top as he leered at Clara's chest during the housing presentation. Not even wearing a baggy gray sweatshirt could hide the firm, round DD-cups hanging tantalizingly from her skinny teenage body.
Behind him, one of the frat bros in backward caps muttered something about "fresh fuck-meat" loud enough for her to hear. Clara's cheeks burned hot pink.
"Goddamn. Fuckin' look at those thick nipples poking through," hissed Chad, a fratty finance major to his bro as they left. The hunky frat boy's cologne burned Clara's nostrils as his muscled arm pressed closer against her warm skin in the cramped elevator, practically copping a feel.
"Here, sis." Mia beamed a mischievous grin, turning to her in the elevator, pushing another ecstasy pill into Clara's lips before she could protest, and pressing it onto her tongue. Instinctively, Clara gulped then winced at the taste.
She was beginning to feel warm and tingly all over.
"Yo, Mia," Chad boomed, eyes never leaving Clara's chest, "You two should come party at the Sig Tau house tonight. We're throwin' a rager."
Mia's round cheeks beamed. "YESSSSSS! Ohmygawd that sounds amazing. Clara we HAVE to go!"
Clara nodded blankly. She was mesmerized by the elevator ceiling. The grid line pattern was starting to swim.
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As the sun drew low on the orange-pink horizon, the campus quad became a fever dream. Fireflies blinked in time with the strobe lights pulsing from Sigma Tau's ivy-choked mansion.
Clara's vision swam as Mia led her by the hand up the creaking steps. She nearly slipped on discarded cans of half-full Natty Light scattered across the front porch. As the group of big frat bros and skinny blonde girls approached the front door, shrieking and laughing and hooting.
Music was blasting from inside the frat house, and the hundred-year-old wood beams throbbed with a bassline that vibrated Clara's buzzing clit through thin her lace-pink cotton panties. Shivers of pleasure trembled down her thin legs. Her eyes began to defocus, and she felt the distinct urge to start rubbing her shoulders. As she brought her hands up to press them into her slight trapezius muscles, a cascade of blissful pleasure rippled through her, causing her to gasp.
Stepping into a dingy living room full of screaming drunk college students, Mia looked sidelong at her uptight sister beginning to loosen up as the high of an ecstasy pill took hold. She grinned mischievously.
The frat bros had mixed plastic-bottle Burnett's vodka and Tropical Vibe Celsius energy drinks in a crumpled water bottle. Sneaking up behind her, Chad grabbed woozy Clara and spun her around to press the spout to her plump, trembling lips.
"Yo, bitch, taste this shit," he growled. Without thinking, she began gulping, eyes glazed over. The sickly-sweet and sharply alcoholic liquid flowed down her throat. Her brain was melting into warm syrup. Chad laughed and slapped his bro on the back while the last drop slipped down Clara's throat and the crumpled water bottle clattered to the floor.
Clara wandered around the room in a daze for the few minutes. The world was fragmenting into a kaleidoscope. Colors bled neon bright. Frat bros sprawling across the couch laughed about who'd "break her in" first in hushed tones over shots of Fireball.
She'd never done drugs before. She'd never done anything before, really. Her dad had let her try beer... once... five years before... but she'd spit it out immediately.
But this was nothing like she'd expected. Colors were so bright, so vivid. All the people around seemed... so, so beautiful... and somehow familiar? She kept thinking she saw people she knew, only to realize her brain had somehow misfired on face recognition. Everyone seemed so real, so honest, so trustworthy. Like they were all her friend.
Also... she really wanted to touch skin.
Warm skin. Someone's skin.
Like... really badly.
Was that weird? It didn't feel weird. It felt so normal, so real, so right.
Mia was giggling uncontrollably on the dance floor, her curvy body sandwiched between two frat hunks with expressions like ravenous hyenas cornering a wildebeest. One of them leaned down and began sucking her plump lips. She leaned her head back to meet his sloppy kisses, exposing her long pale neck while he brought a huge hand up to grab and squeeze a huge breast overstuffed into her skimpy school-spirit crop top. The dude behind her started grinding harder against her ass, his fat erection visibly bulging through his jeans.
Well, Clara thought, I really want to hug her right now, but... it looks like a bad time.
"Fuckin' look at those tits bouncing under that sweatshirt," slurred Chad, lounging on the couch, his eyes following her intently as Clara stumbled through the house and into the kitchen. "Bitch is askin' for it." He got up and strode toward her.
He grabbed the woozy teenage girl in an armbar and shoved another water bottle filled with questionable blue liquid between her lips. The worn clear plastic raked against her braces.
"Chug, princess!" he barked, his tribal-tattooed bicep flexing as he tipped the bottle.
Her brain had melted into gooey honey. Her limbs were dangling, almost useless. Her throat contracted over and over as she gulped the liquid down, eyes rolled back in her head.
"Fuck me, she's leakin' through her shorts!" Chad's other hand grasped the damp patch spreading between Clara's thighs as bros crowded around her in the frat kitchen.
The sentence floated through Clara's mind, ethereal, as a wave of pleasure rolled through her, rippling from her cunt as he groped.
