College Hijinks

I'm not a very sexual person.

Alright, that's actually a lie.

I'm a big fan of sex, but I have a few problems.

It's messy, it may or may not create a smaller human being inside of me, and a lot of people are bad at it.

I'm not saying I'm bad at it, I think I'm pretty good, but so do a lot of people.

I will say I'm experienced, and that I've had a few memorable escapades.

And so, I've decided to tell my story.

This is me, for real.

I hope you enjoy it.

But first, I'll tell you a little about myself.

I'm 5'5, roughly 155 pounds, with short, spikey, auburn hair and green eyes.

I've got a tan complexion, pretty smooth, 38 DD cups, and from what I'm told I'm attractive.

If you, as the reader, have a problem with blood, cutting, or any BSDM, this would be where you turn away.

I'm a submissive, and I always have been.

I've been a cutter for four years, and I'm personally proud of it. My scars tell my story, too.

I like alcohol and nicotine.

I don't touch any other drugs mainly because I don't feel the need.

I've got other things to help me cope.

I'm a freshman in college, a small liberal arts school in Wisconsin.

I enjoy it.

These events have happened quite recently.

Names and places have been changed to preserve privacy.

I'll start from the beginning, but I'll keep it short.

I'm a fan of stories here that actually have plot, and that are well written.

Those are my goals, too.

So, enjoy reader.

In my first term as a college student, I was as straightedge as it got. I never touched alcohol or cigarettes, I stayed in on Friday and Saturday nights, and I went to bed before ten. I did all my homework on time and had a few friends who abided by the law. My room mate however, that's a different story. Her name was Rebecca. She was so ridiculously attractive. She had thick, heavy, tawny gold hair and clear blue eyes. She was a soccer chick, with a smoking body. I won't lie when I say I was, am, attracted to her. She would strip in our room and lather lotion into her skin while I tried my damnedest to keep my ogling to a minimum. She drank every weekend, and used several other drugs. I felt so hideous next to her, but we were good friends. She recently moved away, so now I have no room mate. I miss her, but she and I remain in contact.

That first weekend, Rebecca took me out to a party with the boy's soccer team and her friends. It was basically a 'show off your room mate' party. I felt like a stickler next to her, because I refused to touch a drop of beer. I'm paying $40,000 for this education; I personally don't want to fuck it up. This has changed, but that's how it was. I left early, after they broke out a hookah, and curled up in bed. First term passed pretty much like that. I found a few other girls to hang out with, but I never felt quite relaxed around them. I became rather attached to my knives again, and pretty much passed my time alone.

Second term changed me. I don't know what exactly, but I really started to bond to Rebecca. She and I would talk about crazy girl things, and random boyfriend stories. God, listening to her voice warm when she spoke to her boyfriend made my heart ache. I was really bitter, but stood by her when he decided hockey was more important than Rebecca. She was a wreck, and I basically cleaned up after her. We never did make out like I hoped, but we did cuddle a bit. We would always talk about how stupid boys were, and what crazy shit we managed to do that weekend. Mine never really added up to hers, until later in the term.

Second term is when this crazy thing happens. It's called Trivia. It takes place in the Midwest at our college, but people as far away as Kentucky play. It's really quite insane. It's one weekend of trivia questions for 50 hours straight, starting that Friday at 10 pm and ending at midnight on Sunday. People on and off campus play in teams, and the team rooms are filled with people on computers and telephones. We tune into a radio station as they broadcast the questions, research them on our computers or call someone who would know, and then call in with our answer. The on and off campus teams with the most points win. I was on my dorm's team, in a building maybe two blocks away. There was another team downstairs in my dorm, and this team was the rival of everyone. They always won, and we were determined to beat them. Anyway, on Sunday night at 10 pm I ended up getting really angry at my team, so I left to just go home. They threw out my Full Throttle while I was in the bathroom, and spilled soda in my shoes. I was pissed off at them. On the way home I was intercepted by a girl I knew slightly,

Her name was Carrie, and she was very similar to the movie character (not the book one, because the book and movie character are completely different). She was tall and leggy, with long red hair and curves in all the right places. She and I met in a hot tub, when she bit me and I forgot the safe word. We've been friends ever since. Carrie was standing outside my dorm while smoking with her friends. I accepted a cigarette from a girl named Miles, which totally calmed my nerves. Carrie tried to coax me downstairs to continue playing Trivia with her team, and I refused for a while. But y'know, I was bored and I thought I might as well just go down and relax. I wouldn't help, so I wouldn't actually be betraying my team, but I could scope out this team's strategy. At least that's what I told myself.

Downstairs was interesting. It was packed with a multitude of people, all crazy and awesome. The first person I met after Carrie led me down was a wonderful boy, Mace. He tends to go by his last name, since he's currently trying to change genders. It's just easier to use his last name rather than go between his female and male name. I love him, her, just the same. He was dressed in an insane skirt and waving a whip around. Somehow, anytime I hang out with this group of guys, it ends up turning into a whipping party. We talked for a while, and it felt like a good connection. I started to mingle and speak to a few other people downstairs, getting introduced to quite a few upperclassmen and alumni. It was pretty sweet. I met up with Carla and Adam, by far one of the closest and cutest couples on campus. They have been together for two years, and are looking to get married. It's ridiculously adorable. I won't lie; I have a crush on both of them, but wouldn't do anything to either of them. They're some of my closest friends.

After Trivia was over and this team won, we had to dismantle the dorm. It sounds easier than it was; we had over 10 cables strung through the ceilings to supply internet and phone to the basement, the basement was littered with garbage, and we had to clean up all of our equipment. We were all up on chairs and stools trying to get the cables down at three in the morning. Adam broke one chair, I slipped and fell on an alumni named Carl, and it was pretty much mayhem. I accidentally flashed one boy as I ran passed to grab another chair. Poor kid doesn't even remember it. I feel kind of bad, since it's a memorable experience indeed. It was about 3:45 am when we finished removing all the duct tape and putting all the cables back into place. Then about 12 of us headed over to Miles' and Liam's place for an after party. I had my first college drink there, a rather good microbrewery beer. I got to talking to a few other people there, and got to know more of those I'd just met by name. Liam works at a local restaurant right off campus, while Miles works a sub shop maybe two blocks away from that. I was the only freshman there, which was slightly awkward, but not that bad.

It was about five in the morning when Mace, Carla, Adam and I walked back home. Miles and Liam lived only about a 20 minute walk away, but Wisconsin winters are cold. I dropped the others off at their respective abodes, with parting hugs from all. Truth to say, I didn't go to class that Monday. That was fine by me.

So this group of kids I had met was actually a group on campus, one I hadn't heard of. They invited me to come to their meetings every week, as well as any parties they hosted on the weekends. I'm a steady member now and quite attached to most of them. We've had a few interesting events and now that you as the reader have been introduced to the characters of my story, I think it's time we proceed to the meat of this tale.

Things really started getting interesting on St. Patrick's Day this year. And unfortunately, I mean the one on Saturday, not the real one that was supposed to be Monday. However, we celebrated both of those. It was one of my friend's parties that evening, a girl on my floor. She threw one whenever she felt like it, and that Friday was a good a time as any. Another friend of mine, Marie, asked me to watch over a mutual friend, Ed, who had imbibed just a bit too much. Ed was tall and lumbering, and very, very drunk. It was rather comical. I kept an eye on him, and walked him around to try and sober him up. We walked across campus, into random dorms, and spoke to random people. He spent at least an hour convincing a very cute chick in a dorm across campus to have caramels with him when he was sober. I couldn't help but laugh.

On our way back to our dorm, we were hailed by a friend in a frat house. Most of the boys I had met at Trivia were in one way or another connected to this frat house, so I felt quite safe going in. They didn't have the reputation that Beta or the Delts had. Upon entering, I sat Ed down in a chair and talked to a few people. The boy I had a huge crush on, Jeff, handed me a glass of Soco, and proceeded to chat me up. Jeff is tall, broad, with red hair and a thick beard. He's incredibly strong and makes me feel pathetically feminine when I stand next to him. He was a somewhat older brother figure to me, but in a good way. He liked to watch out for me, but also get me as drunk as possible without me crashing.

Truth be told, I hate hard liquor. I prefer a good beer or a glass of Riesling over anything else. But, being with these kids, you kind of have to roll with what they pass you. I ran into Marie there, and laughed along with her. She's straight, but I keep trying. We have the problem of having the same first name, so she was Marie in that house. But a boy living there had the same last name I did, so he was Blake in that house. We basically decided to call me Blade in that setting, since I never went anywhere without my knives.

I managed to convince Rake to give me his chocolate cake, which they had for no real reason. It was delicious, and there was only a little bit left, so he wasn't that upset to hand it over. He also gave me a taste of Scotch, barrel aged and delicious. It burned pleasantly and made me very warm and happy. I have a decent tolerance, but didn't have one back then, when I just started drinking hard liquor. I could not compare to Maddie, who could out drink Jeff and Rake, both of the heaviest drinkers in the house. So, I was mildly buzzed. It felt good to just relax. It also felt good to pick a fight with Jeff, which ended with me pinned under him in the front lawn. Not that I minded. Marie stood on the side lines telling me to 'kick him in the balls or make out with him, damnit!' We both walked away bruised and bloody, and proceeded to toss Marie in a snow bank.

I didn't go home until about four in the morning. A bunch of the boys started dancing to Flogging Molly, and we Irish jigged the night away. I also spent a little bit of the evening in Jeff's bed, having a heart to heart conversation. I had been going through a stressful patch, and was slicing and dicing myself pretty badly. I had carved a Celtic Knot into my inner thigh for the occasion, and we talked about that, as well as his stance on relationships and my stance on life in general. I walked away feeling better, but also pretty sure that things would never work out between us. Knowing that somehow made me feel better, and I resolved to just be friends with him. Rake walked me back home, since I had forgotten my keys. We shared a cigarette on the walk, and talked about Maddie's birthday party the next day. We parted with a hug and I slept for a long, long time.

Except that sleep was interrupted by two boys walking into our room at five in the morning. Rebecca dragged the first one into bed, and the second one was his room mate looking for him. He left, but I was pissed. It was awkward, since she proceeded to have sex with him while I was in my bed above hers. Hella awkward and she apologized profusely in the morning. Still makes me giggle at that. He was such a moaner.

Maddie's party was a night to remember indeed. The evening started with Adam and Carla throwing a party for St. Patty's Day. I had a Nalgene bottle full of Irish Cream and chocolate milk, which is close to heaven on earth. We listened to Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly, along with some instrumental Celtic music. The drinks were flowing well when Jeff and Maddie stopped in to pick me up. The party was at Liam's and Miles', so we drove there in Maddie's boyfriend's truck. Maddie and I were in the flatbed and Jeff and Mark sat up front. That was an interesting drive, Maddie and I huddled down so we wouldn't get pulled over. We all stepped out of the truck when we got there, and walked into a very hazy setting.

Liam's and Miles place is a really nice two story building. They have the top floor and the attic. The attic is their smoking den. The kitchen was full of booze, most of it for Maddie since it was her party. Boston was playing in the background, and there were a few people scattered on throw pillows in the living room. Liam and Miles were passing a pipe around, while Maddie curled up against her boy toy, Edge. Liam had a friend there, who was very obviously interested in Liam. He and I talked for a while on some throw pillows while random activity went on around us.

I had quenched quite a bit of my Nalgene bottle's contents, and I let a few other people have a taste. They were mad at me for not sharing, and pretty much claimed it to be like ice cream. I'll agree. It's so delectable. If you haven't tried it, half to half ratio of Irish Cream and chocolate milk is sublime. Hot cocoa is also yummy.

So I was curled up at the base of the couch. Jeff was sitting on the couch, and claimed I wasn't drunk enough. I told him I didn't care, I was happy in the state I was in. He proceeded to give me a back rub. His touch was firm and strong, maybe too strong for some. His hands were warm, and I felt a small surge of triumph pass through me. He was touching me. I couldn't help but smile. Of course, he used my momentary lapse in judgment to convince me that taking shots with him was a good idea. I had never done shots before this, so it was a big step. We took two shots of whiskey in a row. It burned and made my eyes tear up. It was a good burn though, and I was quite happy I had done it. I felt like doing it made me look better in his eyes. I don't know if it did.

Maddie intercepted me in the hallway and started slow dancing with me. She was far drunker than I was. She is also beautiful, in a girly type of way. She's attached to about three different boys though, and is rather straight. However, if you get her drunk enough, she'll make out with anyone. She stood there, our arms wrapped around each other, insisting I was as beautiful as she was. I just laughed and told her she was lying. She got all upset and told me to have some esteem. Well, I don't, and I've learned to just say thank you when someone compliments me rather than argue with them about it. It makes life easier, indeed.

Maddie and I, still entwined walked upstairs to smoke a cigarette or two. Her boy, Edge was up there with his friend Mark, James, Liam, Miles, Jeff, and a random frat boy Randy. We all smoked and laughed about certain things. It felt good. The alcohol definitely helped make everything seem humorous. When people had finished their individual cigarette, they strode on downstairs. Maddie, Edge, and I were the only ones left.

Maddie and Edge had walked closer to the stairwell, while I stubbed out my cigarette. Maddie at that time, decided it would be brilliant to try and work on her gag reflex. She stopped Edge with her hand and told him to drop his pants then and there. I was rather startled and her actions, but thought hey, why not? Edge was attractive, and pretty much exactly my type. He was tall, dark, and smooth. His voice was of medium timbre, and he dressed in dark, gothic clothing. He had a cane because Jeff had managed to fracture his knee cap in a fight earlier in the year. He used that for balance while Maddie went down on him.

The poor girl, she had really bad gag reflex. I could hear her choking on him while tried in vain to swallow him. I stood up and walked over to her, and knelt next to her while she focused on her task. I remember leaning against her, telling her to not hurt herself that it wasn't worth it. Edge agreed with me and Maddie just knelt back and sighed. I draped an arm around her and hugged her, telling her a few tips, and warning her against some things. God forbid she threw up on both of us. Maddie smiled and resumed while I staggered up to my feet. I was planning on walking back downstairs to join the others. Edge had other ideas.

He wrapped his hand that wasn't buried in Maddie's hair around my wrist and drew me to him. I didn't resist. His lips were soft and firm, pressed tightly against mine. My eyes fluttered closed, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. His lips slanted against mine and I felt his tongue part my lips. Our tongues dueled lazily, slick and strong against each other. Every once and a while we would nip each other, teasing and arousing one another. It felt like heaven. I hadn't been kissed in almost a year, and hadn't had sex for at least a year. I couldn't help but respond; I was overdue for physical comfort.

Maddie watched us kiss for a while, still working on Edge. Her choking noises seemed to have diminished some, which was reassuring. I turned in Edge's arms, my back to his chest and my hand buried in Maddie's hair, petting her gently. Edge's hand yanked my head back, his fingers entwined in my hair. I begged him to mark me, to bite me, God anything he wanted to do was fine by me. His teeth sank into my neck, drawing blood and bruising my flesh. I felt his tongue worry the wounds, licking up my blood and causing me to moan. My hips bucked of their own accord. His hand had left my hair and slipped down to the waistband of my jeans. I couldn't tell if Maddie had stopped sucking Edge or not, but I did notice that both of Edge's hands were on me. One hand continued to use my hair to pull my head where ever he wanted it while his other hand concentrated on doing delicious things to my lower regions. He switched back and forth between biting me and sucking me, branding me. Maddie didn't seem to mind; our mother's taught us to share.

At that point, people had come back up for another cigarette. They didn't seem that phased and just walked around us. Edge, Maddie, and I detangled ourselves from one another and walked over to the couch to light up. I sat next to Jeff, who put an arm around me and drew me close. I could tell my cheeks were flushed and my lips swollen. The bites on my neck were already becoming apparent, but again, I didn't mind at all. I didn't take a cigarette; I wanted my breathing to resume a semblance of normalcy.

I remember people telling me I was beautiful, and me laughing at them. I refused to believe them, and still do to this day, but that's their problem, not mine. It was at that point that Jeff moved away and I fell onto the couch. I pouted and blinked up at him while he walked to the other side of the room. I don't know what got into him, but I was suddenly too preoccupied by the actions of Edge. He had spread my legs on the couch and started biting my inner thighs. God he hurt me so bad. It was beautiful. He himself left blood on my jeans from the cut I gave him on his lip. I tried to keep my moaning down to a minimum, but drunken people don't remember limits. All I could do was try not to interrupt the conversation flowing around us. No one seemed to look at us, but my breathing was heavy and Edge's chuckles were low and dark.