This is my first time writing up one of my adventures, so go easy on me. Given the nature of the feelings involved, I feel a bit more context than usual is relevant, so the smut will take a bit to get to.
My first year in undergrad was memorable for all the normal reasons, but also for a few more fun ones. One of the latter is because it was the first and only time I hatefucked someone.
I'm not a hateful person by nature. Mean? Maybe. Cruel? At times. Sadistic? Obviously. But not hateful or angry. It takes someone being truly nasty to others for me to hate them.
The Irish bitch was the first girl I truly hated. Let's call her Fiona; it's close enough. She was blonde, had a great rack, amazing ass, and legs for days. She was athletic, nerdy, everything a guy could want, but she was a cunt. She was a cunt to everyone, but especially to people that least deserved it.
See, everyone comes into that first year of uni differently, and people deal with being away in ways even they don't expect. I bring this up because Fiona's favorite victim was Anna, a person who would become a close friend of mine, even though at the time we had just met.
Anna was possibly the most shy, most nervous, most easily-startled person I have ever met. For perspective, she couldn't even make it to the dining halls and eat alone. She apologized for everything in earshot. I once stubbed my toe three flights of stairs down from her without even knowing she was there and she heard me and apologized.
But back to the cunt. Fiona was nasty to Anna, no matter what she did or didn't do or who she was around. Even when Anna wasn't around, she would talk shit.
You might ask why I, or Anna, or any of our friends would be around Fiona, and the answer is because it was first year uni, and we lived in the same dorm. All the icebreakers, the stupid activities and mixers, the lounge, the kitchen, the bathrooms; there was no escaping her. Maybe I didn't always try my best, but in my defense, she was hot. I'm only human; I have flaws.
All this came to a head about two months in. Anna was hungry. She hadn't eaten in at least a day, and finally mustered up the courage to ask someone to go with her. It was my turn, but Fiona was in earshot. This cunt just had to get a few jabs in and invited herself to join us for dinner. Before I could say anything to the effect of "fuck off, you miserable bitch," Anna had already welcomed her. She's always been far too nice.
After a walk of surprising civility, and half of dinner spent comparing notes on the new chapters of our lives, Fiona finally had to get another barb in.
"See, this is all easy, I don't know why you have to be babysat for everything. You're a grown woman. Act like it."
This was not the first time Anna cried over something Fiona said. But it was the worst time. She had just told me that she thought they could finally get along as Fiona was getting a drink earlier. She felt betrayed. I walked her to her room.
I was PISSED.
I was also very, very horny.
I had avoided hook ups for the first couple months for a few reasons. I wanted to settle in, and I had just broken up with the girl I dated in high school. I really liked her.
Anyway, the anger was much more present. After comforting Anna and getting one of the girls in our friend group to sit with her, I went down to the lounge and found a nice chair with vision on all the entrances to our dorm. I was out for blood.
It took the better part of the night, but Fiona came back in, chatting and laughing with a few of her friends, Anna's name was mentioned. I followed her to her room.
I know, I know, not the brightest or most appropriate idea. It certainly wasn't one of my best moments. Independent of all the implications, connotations, and other -ations, the guys weren't allowed on the girls' floor without an invite and escort.
But I had to get this off my chest. I knocked on her door and when she opened it, before she even got a word out I demanded an explanation.
"Why are you such a fucking cunt to Anna!? She's only ever been nice to anyone and she's clearly dealing with some shit. WHICH YOU KNOW! What the fuck is your problem?"
I was causing a scene. Fiona didn't want me to cause a scene. She grabbed my shirt and tried to pull me into her room. I wasn't having it.
"If you're gonna be a bitch in the open we need to have this conversation in the open, then you need to apologize in the open"
"If you come in here and tell me why the fuck I should apologize for calling it like it is, maybe I will, but I don't see why I should."
I let her pull me in. She shut the door.
"How the fuck do you not see how you should apologize?"
"Don't act like that's why you're here."
"What other reason could I possibly have for being here?"
"You want me."
"Like a lion wants a salad."
I did want her. But not then. I swear I had pure intentions.
She walked over to her desk and leaned on it.
