It is a different experience being married and in college at the same time. My name is Allison Derringer. Last year it was Allison Pinster. My husband, Derrick (yes, Derrick Derringer), and I started dating when I was a freshman. We met because of the swim team. I tried out freshman year, but didn't make it. He was a 5th year senior. He was on the swim team, and since he also hadn't made it his freshman year, he still had a year of eligibility left after his senior year, and he had taken a light course load the previous 4 so swimming wouldn't get in the way. He needed the fifth year to graduate.
Over the past two years we made up a lot of reasons why we had started dated. He insisted it was that he wanted to give me encouragement to try out again my sophomore year like he did. I said it was because I needed help in accounting, which was one of his majors. But as far as I am concerned, it was because as soon as we saw each other in a bathing suit, we fell in love.
My friends tried to tell me that I was too young, but when you meet the right guy, why wait. Yes, I am only 20, and he is 24 but we are very compatible. We dated sparingly my sophomore year, since he was busy working in the real world. A bunch of his finance friends from college had started a business that specialized in investment plans for some of the local celebrities and specialized mortgages and so forth. I don't really understand it, but I do know he makes a ton of money and bought me a killer ring.
And now that we live off campus I don't have to worry about all of the silly housing rules that the college enforces on us. It worked out well for my friends at college too. Four of us were close friends after freshman year and then sophomore year we picked up a fifth. The juniors had access to suites that allowed four to a room, so it was a question as to what to do with one of us until I moved off campus. I miss the camaraderie of dorm life, so I still spend most nights in their room studying and talking.
The one thing we really liked doing as a group was to make crazy bets with ourselves. Invariably the bets turned lewd in some way. Who could go the longest without wearing underwear? Who could last longest naked outside when the temp dropped below 50? Go skinny dipping in the college pool after hours. You get the idea.
As junior year stared, it took a while for us to get used to our new classes, and by the end of October we still hadn't tried any crazy bets yet. I figured Halloween was as good a chance as any to get a new one.
"I assume you are all going to the Halloween party this year," Cassie said, "and taking dates?"
Cassie was the only loyal dater in our group besides me. She had been dating the same guy for almost as long as I had known Derrick. The other three changed boyfriends with the seasons. "Yes," I added, "when are we going to meet the latest guys in your lives?"
Tanya shrugged. "I guess I could get him to go. We've only been on a couple dates but Halloween is fun."
Betty was also nodding her head, but Kelly looked skeptical. "I'm not a real big fan of Halloween," she complained. "It's just a chance for women to dress up like sluts."
It was a typical comment from her. She was a good friend, but she was also drew the least attention from the guys. She was the shortest, yet other than Betty who was 5'10'' and very athletic, she was the heaviest. She didn't have it in her chest, either, sporting a 36A bra size. We all told her she was still pretty, and she got enough guys (probably because she was very easy), but when trips to the beach, or laying out in the sun to get a tan, or anything else that would magnify her body compared to ours came up, she usually fought it.
Betty actually came to her defense. "I know what you're talking about. Just because I can fill out a Wonder Woman costume doesn't mean I should have bare myself for everyone." And she could fill it out too. I figured that when she graduated from college, if she couldn't get a real job, she should be a sports bra spokes person because how she kept those 36C's from bouncing all over the court when she played basketball was a mystery to me.
"Last year," Betty continued her rant. "I wore it and that jerk Gary wore the loosest fitting Batman costume I ever saw. It looked like his pajamas. Last I checked, Batman wore a skin tight costume with his crotch on display for everyone. It's a lousy double standard."
Tanya, Cassie, and I usually liked dressing up. We were all about the same size, 5'6'' to 5'8'', 120-140 lbs, 34B with differing hair colors. I had had been blonde, red, and black in the last three years, but Derrick liked my natural brunette the best, and the natural color had finally gown out to shoulder length. Cassie kept her auburn hair half way down her back in a variety of braids, while Tanya's natural dirty blonde was usually bleached platinum.
None of us had a problem wearing revealing clothes. In fact, we usually enjoyed getting stares. Cassie and I were confident enough with our men to do it, and Tanya was just an overall flirt. Of course, she usually attracted the jealous types as she was the most "Cover Girl" worthy of the group. That was why she rotated boyfriends.
"What if we made it different this year?" I offered. "What if we make the guys wear the skimpy outfits?"
"And how would we do that?" Kelly asked.
"Why don't we make it a bet?" Cassie offered.
This had the desired reaction. All the girls got in closer. We were sitting on beds, chairs, or bean bags and we all leaned in now. We all loved our bets. They made our lives more exciting. "What kind of bet?" Betty asked. If the bet was physical in nature, she almost always won.
"The girl who can convince her guy to wear the skimpiest costume wins," I said.
"What is skimpy for a guy?" Tanya asked. "That wench outfit you wore last year had your breasts practically spilling out, but you were covered with several layers down to your ankles."
"Which ever guy shows the most skin," Cassie clarified. "And it has to be a costume with a theme. Don't just put a sock over his dick and drag him to the party."
I could see the three girls with new boyfriends mentally calculating how they could convince their guys to dress skimpy for a Halloween party. It was a party put on by our hall, not a school-wide thing, so they wouldn't necessarily run into people they went to class with.
"What does the winner get?" Betty asked.
We all sat and thought for a while. "What about the sex tapes?" I asked.
"What about them?" Tanya replied.
One of our bets last year was that we each hade to make a sex tape with the guy we were seeing at the time. We never really discussed what the loser would have to do, but since we were all successful, it didn't come up. We each watched the first minute of the tape to verify it existed, and that was it. We were each required to keep it for future use.
"The winner gets to watch the tapes," I suggested.
That was met with resounding "No"s. At least I tried.
Kelly actually came up with it. "Okay, so we can't watch each other's sex tapes, but if the winner shows off her guy, then the losers have to show off their guy even more. The four losers have to provide a naked picture of their man to the winner."
"How naked?" Cassie asked.
"All the way," Kelly said. "You either strip him down as much as possible for the party or you go the whole way later on. We can decide on a time frame for how long you have to produce the pictures, assuming you don't already have them."
Kelly was looking at me as she spoke, and I was pretty sure why. All the girls liked Derrick. He was a swimmer and a long distance runner. He looked really good without his shirt on, and the size 15 feet that gave him an advantage in the pool led my friends to assume other parts of his body were largely proportioned. Kelly wanted naked pictures of my husband. And yes, I already had them. But I didn't plan on losing.
