Heavy pounding on my bedroom door brought me out of my hazy dream. The first night of fresher's week had met the expectations established by the rumours in sixth form - I had never been drunker in my life. The alcohol had flowed freely, the music had been loud and the sex had been incredible.
The price, however, had been severe. The taste in his mouth was beyond vile and my stomach felt like it was doing backflips.
"Patrick! Come on, we're going to miss fresher's fair," shouted my newly made friend Charlie. Charlie was in the room next to mine and we had quickly bonded over our mutual interest in rugby, vodka and Amazon's the Boys. How is he awake? I thought. He had drank almost as much as I had, if not more.
"Is that today?" asked a feminine voice beside me. I had promised myself I wouldn't have sex with a stranger on my first night but with my blood basically becoming vodka and the swaying hips and soft kisses of the girl had changed my mind. She had known exactly what she had wanted and she had got it. Having come from a small town, most of my friendship group had slept with each other at some point and a new face had enticed me quicker than I could have believed. I could feel my dick starting to swell at the memory of her red lips sliding up and down my shaft.
"Come on fresher!" she said from the opposite end of the room, "Fresher's fair is one of the best things about your first week here, you'll be sad if you miss out." I rolled over and looked at her again. She was stunning. She had long legs, pulling themselves into her short skirt from last night and her curly (but now very messy) blonde hair reached to her shoulders.
"I thought you were a first year too," I replied
"No! Fresher's week is an excuse for us second years to get hammered every night too. I don't usually fuck first years but you had such sweet eyes that I couldn't resist." She kissed my cheek, slipped her heels back on and confidently strode out the door. Charlie momentarily looked confused as a striking, blonde woman answered the door instead of the red - haired man he had been expecting. Charlie was quick on his feet though and immediately switched to his charming, dimpled smile.
"Oh. I'm Charlie, nice to meet you!" He stepped to the side letting her pass.
"Kathy. A pleasure. Sorry boys, I'd love to stay and chat but I now have to do the walk of shame. Worth it though," she looked over her shoulder and gave me a final week before I heard her heels strolling down the corridor.
Charlie peered into my room with the biggest grin. His longer than usual hair was stylishly messy and was combined with a short, trimmed beard. I'd always wondered if I'd suit a beard but so far had kept my face clean shaven, it would probably end up bright red instead of the burnished copper of my hair. I quite liked my freckles anyway and didn't want to cover them up.
"Good morning, slut!" he teased, sitting on my desk.
"Shut up," I moaned into my pillow. I was lying face down and had no intention of moving for a million years.
"Oh come on! We need to go, this is where we join the clubs that will come to define our time at university - my older brother said we should join as many as we can in the first week and then we can decide what we like. You said you wanted to join the rugby team."
His explanation was far too reasonable. Bastard.
"Alright, give me some time to get ready. I need to shower and brush my teeth," I said as I dragged myself out of bed.
Charlie grinned again and said "I won't argue with you there."
For those of you in the US, most universities hall rooms (dorm rooms) in the UK are single occupant and have a private bathroom. Mine did not, it was in the oldest building on campus and so the eight of us on our corridor shared a bathroom. It was shit. My room was tiny and cramped with a creepy single bed. The building was "historical" with windows so thin you could feel the wind coming through them.
Thirty minutes later I was ready to head to the student union building and see what was on offer. In England, we don't really have fraternities, we have societies. The rugby society, the rowing society, the Disney society - all were just an excuse for a group of boys or girls to get together and get drunk. Charlie had told me his brother had made friends for life in these societies and they could help you with connections in the future.
I had put on my softest blue hoodie and grey jogging bottoms. The hood was pulled up and sunglasses covered my eyes. We live in the UK, why is it so sunny? I thought as we crossed the campus. The noise that blasted out of the student union was deafening. Cheesy pop music played from the speakers as society members tried to recruit freshers. Charlie and I made straight for the rugby team and signed up. We were given a bag of free crap that I eagerly took. I look free stuff.
Charlie must have signed up for every club, running around the hall like a child in a sweet shop and my arms became more laden with bags full of freebies. One table handed us free condoms and told us where we could get STI tests on campus. My face has never gone redder in public as a pretty girl warned me to be careful and that nobody was interested in a boy with chlamydia.
A hand took hold of my arm to grab my attention. He must have been one of the most handsome people I have ever seen. He could have played Captain America. The same height as me, only more muscular with shining white teeth and sharp blue eyes. His short blonde hair was impeccably neat and he was dressed in a pale blue polo shirt that contrasted with his tanned skin. How is it fair for someone to be this handsome. I thought, resentfully.
"Hi guys! I'm Spencer, do you have a minute?" He asked, his disarming smile drawing Charlie and I in.
"Sure, we want to join as many clubs as we can. You're not going to recruit us to a cult though are you?" Charlie joked.
Spencer laughed with a strange glint in his eye and replied "not quite, no." Intrigued we stepped to one side, out of the way of the busy throngs of first years.
"Don't you have a table?" I asked.
"No, we're an exclusive society. We don't just let anyone join. I think you'd both really like it." He said as he handed us each a small piece of card. He gave us one final smile and left us to read it.
Dear first year,
You are hereby invited to join The Club.
We are an exclusive, invitation only, organisation that will guarantee your future success.
