Content Warning:
The following chapter is part of a novel-length murder mystery with graphic violence and gratuitous non-consensual sex. Since I am writing for Literotica, the story contains more sex than mystery. Sensitive readers should look elsewhere for entertainment.
This story is in Nonconsent/Reluctance for a reason.
Sensitive readers should look elsewhere for entertainment.
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This story took place in 1977. There were no DNA tests, no cell phones, no internet, and computers were scarce.
Chapter Three: Born to Run
After Samuel dropped off his girls for the night, he drove me as close to Temple University as he dared. I had a couple of blocks to walk dressed as some Japanese businessman's dream of an innocent schoolgirl. I just hoped I didn't run into anyone I knew or worse yet the campus police. I breathed a sigh of relief when I reached the dorm and started climbing the stairs. As usual, someone was playing their music too loud. It took me a minute to realize it was Saturday night and the summer students were partying. With any luck, the party was on some other floor. That would mean my floor would be deserted.
Of course, the party was on my floor. The stairs I was on led to a large common area. A hallway at each end of the communal area led to a dozen dorm rooms each of which housed two students. There were emergency exits at both ends of the building, but after dark, the doors were alarmed. I had no choice but to pass through the party.
The doorway at the top of the stairs had a poster for a costume party. I had to laugh since I was certainly dressed for the occasion. The communal area was packed with students gyrating to pounding rock. I stopped in the doorway trying to adjust to the darkened room lit only by a couple of strobe lights. The air was filled with the heavy odor of spilt beer, sweat, and marijuana. At least the very hot and humid weather had changed to just hot and humid. Naturally, the heat didn't slow anyone down; it was just an excuse to drink more beer.
I walked around the edge of the room hoping not to be noticed and made it to my hallway. I slipped through the door and started to relax. No one was going to catch this little schoolgirl. I spoke too soon. A tall, muscular student exited the men's room next to me. He was dressed in a skimpy piece of bed sheet that was supposed to be a summer toga. The skimpy garment revealed a muscular chest with a few curly blond hairs as well as long, athletic legs.
Niles, a third-year law student, was drop-dead gorgeous and came from a wealthy family. He had played quarterback for Michigan and was well on his way to a career in his father's prestigious law firm in New York City. Just like every other girl at Temple, I'd had a crush on him since the first time I saw him in class. My boyfriend from Cornell and I had gone separate ways, and I thought I was free to dream. Unfortunately, dreaming about Niles was all I could manage, since he never gave me a glance. It seemed he had a new blond on his arm every weekend.
By my third year in law school, I had quit fantasizing about Niles. Besides, my former boyfriend from Cornell had invited me out every summer since we went our separate ways. He had finally landed a high paying job in an aerospace laboratory and was looking for someone to share the rest of his life. Evidently his plan to date a lot of California girls wasn't working out, and I was still the focus of his attention. I'd gotten over his snub and was planning on moving to Palo Alto and living with him after I finished summer school.
Like me, Niles had also flunked contract law and was forced to repeat it if he wanted to graduate. All he had to do was pass this one course, and he could join his daddy's law firm on Wall Street. Unfortunately for his planned life of luxury, he was having as much trouble with the class as I was. Evidently being wealthy and attractive didn't help with contracts law. It wasn't looking good for Niles' chances of passing.
I had taken one of the capsules of speed Samuel had given me and planned on hitting the books until it wore off. It seemed, Niles had had something else more fun in mind.
Although he hadn't paid attention to me for three years, he was now staring at me with a puzzled look. His face broke out into a big grin. I guess he liked scantily clad schoolgirls. He put his hands on my shoulders, and I staggered back against the wall. He was shit faced.
He confirmed to me how drunk he was when he said, "Damn, where have you been all of my life?"
"Well for one, I am in your contracts law class, and I need to study if I'm going to pass."
Niles looked puzzled again. Either he didn't recognize me or the idea of studying, especially on a Saturday night, was foreign to him.
"You're pulling my leg. I'm sure I would remember someone as sexy as you in my contracts law class."
"Maybe, because I don't go to class dressed as a demented young school girl out of a Japanese anime. My normal outfit during the school year consists of sweatpants and a hooded Cornell athletic shirt. I've rarely seen you in class all summer, so maybe you wouldn't know what I look like in my summer outfit of shorts and a Cornell tee shirt."
"Oh, so you're the Cornell girl. I always wondered what you looked like under those baggy sweats. It looks like I have been missing out. I think I would like to get to know you better. Come on. Let's get a drink and dance a bit."
"I think I really need to study. I cannot afford to flunk this class again."
"My Daddy always told me to make sure I recharged my batteries regularly, or I would burn myself out. A burned-out lawyer is useless to everyone. Come on little schoolgirl. You need to take a break. You'll learn better tomorrow if you have some fun tonight. Besides, I need a dance partner and the chance to know you better."
