September 7, 1990
10:27 am
I awoke.
I wasn't in my dorm, so I was immediately alert.
I looked around the bedroom I was in and noticed that I was covered in a large bomberman jacket over the sheets of a large bed. My heels were over in the corner of the bedroom.
I felt the bed shifting next to me. I quickly looked over to see Tim, waking out of his slumber.
A small smirk grew on his face as he saw me.
“Hey babe. How’d ya sleep? You passed the fuck out on my chest last night.” He said, wiping the sleep out of his eyes.
“I slept….okay… Where’s Lucinda?” I asked.
“She came out of the bathroom, glared at me and left.” Tim answered. “So….looks like I’m all you got for a ride.” He continued, rubbing my back. I smiled at him.
My first college party. Wow.
Tim gave me a fresh toothbrush and let me clean myself up. He even gave me his jacket….it smelled so good. As he escorted me out of the frat house, I looked around at the aftermath of the party.
The house looked as if two tornadoes ran through it. Trash and uneaten food was scattered everywhere, along with a few guys and girls knocked out in random places.
Someone….even left a condom in the fishtank. Ugh.
Tim drove me back to my dorm, and gave me a kiss on the cheek and his number. I felt butterflies in my stomach and giggled to myself.
September 7, 1990
3:23 pm
Walking to my classes, I heard a few of the other students talking about me. Some of the girls glared at me. Some of the guys eyed me with lust.
I felt slightly self conscious, but still hurried to class.
The ballet studio was spotless, posh and luxurious. The other girls in the ballet class eyed me coming in.
I don't think any of them were at the party, because they weren't eyeing me like the other girls were.
Moving along, something felt...off about ballet class. I wasn't paying attention. The only thing in my head was the party. The laughter, the games, the drinks.
I actually had fun.
I enjoyed myself.
Or was it the alcohol? I did feel very self-conscious before I started drinking.
I’ll figure that out soon.
September 7, 1990
5:14 pm
I headed to my next class.
Guess who I had it with?
Lucinda sat next to me in class. Strangely, she wasn’t angry or upset with me at all.
She was happy, cheerful.
I started to apologize. “I just wanna say I'm sorry for what I did last night. I was drunk, and i should have-”
“Don't worry about last night! Tim didn't even like me like that anyway. Let’s just move on.” She said, interrupting me. “O-Okay..” I said.
The energy of the classroom felt very tense, but I wasn't sure why.
September 7, 1990
9:14 pm
Returning to my dorm after a dinner out with Lucinda, I felt a sense of relief. We talked about the party, and she even said she was okay with me still talking to Tim.
I managed to steal the guy she was interested away from her, and she wasn't even upset? Okay...
My phone rang. I picked it up and it was Tim. Speak of the devil.
“Hey Mary. Are you doing anything right now?” He asked. “I was gonna study, but not really..” I said. “Ah, okay. Want me to come over?” He asked.
There was something about the way he asked me that...I could tell he had other intentions in coming over. I was unsure.
But, I allowed him over.
There was a short time after he hung up the phone that he was at my dorm. I opened the door, and was greeted by his large, muscled form.
“Mind if I come in?” He asked seductively. I quickly let him in, and as I closed the door, he swept me up in a hug. I hugged him back, feeling his chest on my ear.
As we parted, I looked up at him. He looked down at me.
The energy of the room started to change. I had a small suspicion of what was to come, but still I accepted it.
We began to kiss.
He began to move us to my bedroom during our kiss.
On top of my bed, he absolutely towered over me.
He shifted his kiss to my neck…..
Then he started to take my shirt off…..
He kept kissing me as he undid my bra….
And then….
well…..
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