Disclaimer: Re-uploaded this story with minor changes, and added this disclaimer. This story is a work of fiction. It involves elements of alcohol and questionable consent. All characters are at the legal age of 18 or older.
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"I swear, it was as thick as my wrist! Have you ever had one of those hotdogs they sell at the mall downtown? I swear you could've drizzled some mustard on top of his thing, and they would've looked identical. I'm not even kidding." The shameless teenage girl raised her hands up, to try and wrap her fingers around the imaginary girth of what she was describing. Her attempt were met with awe from her captivated friend, who couldn't contain her wondrous disbelief.
"Really? No way. You always get into the wildest situations, Katherine! So you went all the way...?" Her flustered friend looked on from the other side of the couch, and eagerly awaited to hear more details of the encounter.
A random TV show which still ran in the background, was all but forgotten. The crude exchange between the teenagers had taken priority. There was simply nothing more exciting than gossiping, especially if it involved their latest conquests, now that they were old enough to engage in such sex-driven behavior. It was the freedom of being a college student - it came with many of the benefits of being an adult, but without the undesired responsibilities of adulthood. It was a pleasant and carefree life.
"Mai, darling, you can bet your ass I did go all the way. I'm still sore after we spent the entire night fuhhh-"
Katherine's explanation was abruptly interrupted by a book that came flying from the other side of the apartment. It brushed the girl's cheek, and tumbled to the ground. Katherine immediately raised a hand up to ease the dull ache that suddenly emanated from her tanned cheek, and stared at the source of the flying object.
Standing there in the hallway was another teenage girl, whose eyes glared something fierce. It was someone who was not amused by the conversation.
"Gross! So gross! Both of you!" Anna certainly didn't approve of her roommates' promiscuous lifestyle.
"Did you never think about your future? If you keep having sex like that, you might even catch a disease or something. And more importantly, most guys wouldn't date a girl who already had sex with someone else. I'm just trying to help," she pointed out.
Unlike her two unruly roommates - who wore nothing but a revealing combination of shirts and panties - Anna was dressed very conservatively. In every way, she remained innocent. She was dressed from head to toe. Wooly socks, sweat pants, an oversized shirt. Even her facial features were concealed behind a bulky pair of glasses. Her dark hair was bundled up into a simple ponytail. She was extremely modest and conservative, the polar opposite of her roommates.
These three girls had been brought together by sheer coincidence.
All of them were recent college freshmen, and originally lived too far from their desired university to endure the daily commute. However, nearly all places that were close enough were rundown flats for horrendous prices. They had been lucky that a new apartment complex had been constructed just a few months prior. The rent would be far too expensive for them individually, but by living together and sharing the cost, it became manageable.
That's how these three completely different souls, from different upbringings, ended up in the same spot. It hadn't been easy for any of them.
Anna's dainty fingers lingered on another book but she hesitated to toss it. Even the first throw was a spontaneous reflex, one which she already regretted. Peaceful solutions were better. It's how she was raised.
"Can't you just save your talk about boys for when you're in private or something? I don't want to hear about... genitals. Please?" Anna lowered her eyes in defeat. Ever since she left home, she was thrust into a new world, full of teenage hormones and lust. She didn't want any part of it - she simply wanted to study.
It didn't make sense to her that someone would willingly engage in sexual acts, without getting married first. Anna had been the last one to move into the apartment just a month prior. It was an intense change for her, to live with people who seemed to not just embrace their sexuality, but be consumed by it. Driven by lesser instincts and physical desires.
This wasn't at all like what she was used to, back at home. Her life had been a sheltered one, full of love and religious devotion. Anna raised her hand up to tightly grasp her necklace, a silver cross that she cherished more than anything. It was a gift from her mother, and a reminder of her virtues.
Katherine scoffed at the remark. "This place
is
in private, silly. Last I checked, this is our home too. This
is
private. You should be thankful I don't mind you listening...if it weren't for your constant bickering. How do you think you were born? Sex is what makes babies. Even your own parents enjoy fuckihh-" Once more she was interrupted by a rapidly approaching book, this one however barely graced the couch before it tumbled down.
"I don't wanna hear it!" Anna quickly covered both her ears, before stumbling off to her room. Her soft voice accentuated each word as she walked off, and eventually, she shut the door behind herself.
"What is her problem?" Mai was the second girl of the trio, and she had enjoyed Katherine's story. Much like her close friend, she had also embraced her sexuality.
Both girls enjoyed getting laid. The more the better. Sex was the perfect release for the stress of studying. It was a blessing that they no longer had to worry about their parents when they brought guys home. As far as they were concerned, Anna was the only troublemaker they still had to deal with, just because of that girl's strict morals. Always judging. Always spouting religious
crap
.
"Honestly I don't think she even had sex yet. It's so weird and awkward when she's like this." Mai pondered the situation, but couldn't think of a solution.
"Kind of, yeah," Katherine agreed.
"Isn't her entire family like that? Super religious?" Katherine added. "The dad visited once and complained because I was wearing hot pants. Get outta here, who is he to tell