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Sara
couldn’t believe what she was doing. It all started out so innocently, no
intention of doing wrong. She had decided that she would go to the lacrosse
house for a party. It was Tuesday night, not the normal night for partying,
unless you were one of the slutty freshman girls, the type that she always
caught trying to flirt with her boyfriend, but a party is a party. At the party,
she had a lot to drink and that’s when things became a little fuzzy. She
remembered standing at the keg, pouring her cup, talking to a cute boy. He
poured beer after beer, and she drank them all. She didn’t know how much time
had passed, but by the time she checked her watch, the only thing she was
wearing, it was twelve-thirty. What am I doing? I don’t even know this guy, and
I have a boyfriend!
“We
need to stop”.
The
guy, she still didn’t know his name, Cute Boy?,
pulled away from her. His penis slid out of Sara, a feeling that sent
flutters up her spine and made her climax. Oh my God! He’s not wearing a
condom. I’m such a slut! Cute boy looked at her, his blue eyes seemed to
seduce her further. How did it get this far?
Although
the night was only remembered in fractions for Sara, she did indeed leave the
party with Cute Boy and went to his room. In the room, it was Sara, not Cute Boy
that went to the bed. She began to kiss his neck as soon as he closed the door
to his room. He kissed her back, but was trying his best to go slow and get
constant reassurance that every step they took, was a step she wanted to take.
Cute Boy pulled away from the kiss and asked her to slow down, something that
very few guys had ever done with a girl this drunk. But, she smiled seductively
and took off her shirt. Cute Boy stared at her, obviously impressed by her
confidence and the appearance of her breasts. She raised a finger and told him
to follow.
She
sat on the bed and started to pull off her pants. She stood up and slowly pulled
her underwear to the ground, removed her left foot from the leg-hole and kicked
the underwear away with her right foot. The underwear flew past Cute Boy, but he
never broke eye contact with Sara, a true vision of beauty lying naked on the
bed. He went to her.
They
began to have sex, passionate at times, but slow and easy mostly. Cute Boy asked
if he should get a condom, but Sara, enraptured in sexual ecstasy, couldn’t be
bothered with stopping her pleasure for anything as needless as a condom.
That’s when she started to pass out.
The
rest of the night came back to her, as she took the fabled late night walk of
shame to her own room, in bits and fractions. The most vivid memory being when
she woke up, asked him to pull out, achieved orgasm, and then proceeded to want
more.
Sara
wasn’t entirely sure if she felt guilty because what she had done was “trampy”,
a freshman girl act, or if she felt bad about cheating on her boyfriend, again.
She had cheated on Pierre before, but never with a boy from the same college,
and never so blatantly. She had walked out the door with Cute Boy, hand in hand,
in full view of anyone watching.
Here
she was now, almost at her dorm, scared to call her boyfriend, scared to wonder
if he was going to ask where she had been all night. You swore you weren’t
gonna do this again! No more random hook-ups. Why are you such a slut? Questions
pounded inside her head.
Even
as mad as Pierre might get, he still wouldn’t come close to punishing and
tormenting Sara as much as she was going to do to her self. Sex, even really
good sex, like the kind she had tonight, wasn’t worth the torment she always
put herself through. It never happened when she was sober and she enjoyed the
feeling that men desired her. I may have just given that Cute Boy the greatest
night of his life!
Sara
reached the front door to her dorm and found her I.D. in her bag. She was past
the check in and in the elevator in the blink of an eye. She entered her room,
after a quick stop in the bathroom to “wash up”, and started to throw her
clothes in the closet. Her roommate, a petite girl that never had been on a
date, was fast asleep. It was a wonder that they got along. Sara was tall and
blonde with blue eyes and in possession of the body that every man wanted to
touch and every girl wanted to have. Her roommate, on the other hand, was only
four foot eleven, if that, with dark brown hair and an almost non-existent
chest. But, for what she lacked in appearance, she made up for with humor and
class. Her roommate, Jenine, was probably the funniest girl that Sara had ever
met. But, what set her apart from the other girls that Sara had met, and called
“friends” was that Jenine was the only girl that she trusted alone with
Pierre. Pierre was perhaps the hottest guy at Bridgewater and even Sara’s
friends admitted, only when completely shit-faced, that they had secret crushes.
Jenine, although she was honest enough to admit that Pierre was a great looking
guy, would never step over the boundaries of good taste or violate her roommates
trust. Why did I do that tonight? Why couldn’t I have just kissed him? Did I
really need to fuck him? Unprotected! Last time! Last time! As Sara proceeded to
torment herself about her scandals, sleep took her.
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