This is the first installment in a three part series. It's in the non-consent/reluctance category, with the emphasis on reluctance. It's also very much a group story and a exhibitionism story. It's not for the faint of heart, so stop reading now if you are looking for something warm and tender. This ain't that.
Feedback, as always, is appreciated. I very much enjoy hearing reader's reactions to my stories.
My name is Melissa. The story I'm about to tell took place roughly years ago when I was an undergraduate student attending college in the Northeast.
If the events depicted in this story had not happened, I might be a totally different person today. As you read this story, at no point should you feel sorry for me. I want that out of the way early. For those people who tend to judge women for behaving in a non-Christian way, I strongly suggest moving on now. There's nothing for you here and please spare me your judgments. They will fall on deaf ears.
My school was in the heart of ski country and there were several ski resorts that were easy driving distance from my campus. I was a A+ student and a very competitive skier.
Classes, school work and skiing took up most of my time my first two years at school. I had always been a very dedicated student and I was raised in a strict religious household. I dated in high school, but not very much. I had always been a bookworm first and a jock second. I didn't go out of my way to attract guys. I had braces and wore my hair short until I was almost seventeen.
When the braces came off, my best friend Amy forced me to get a real make-over. I had my hair styled and my nails done. Amy also convinced me to wear skirts and minis to show off my toned legs. I let my hair grow down near my shoulders just long enough to look feminine, but also short enough to not be a pain. Once my metamorphosis was complete, the boys started to come around, but I only went on a handful of dates before senior year was over. I liked my new looks and I had Amy help me shop for school. I wanted to make sure my tomboy rep stayed at home.
College was a very different experience as far as men were concerned. I was chased from the moment I got there. Still, I always prioritized my studies and I did not drink, which made college parties rather unappealing. Most guys gave up on me after a few dates with no sex.
My virginity was something that I took seriously. It was being saved for the first man I loved. I wasn't hung up on the idea of saving myself for marriage, though my parents certainly had that expectation. I just wanted my sex life to be about love and not some guy just using my body.
Of course, things do change.
College sports required more of a time commitment than high school sports and my parents wanted me to cut down to just one rather than the three I was used to playing. I agreed with this, and I chose skiing.
During my first two years, I got along really well with my teammates and even made a few good friends, but I stayed away from the parties. Still, they always asked me out on weekends. They tried, incessantly at times, to include me. During my junior year my teammates became even more persistent. Admittedly, I was one of best skiers and I was always blowing them off. They insisted that my antisocial ways were damaging team unity. They were sort of joking, but they were sort of serious too. Part of me didn't want to change my ways. Perhaps, this was due to a sense of risk. Perhaps, on some level, I knew what lay beneath my heavy duty vanilla exterior. Nevertheless, I didn't want to be a prude who was eventually given up on. And, that seemed like the direction I was headed in. My college years were already more than half over. I really did like and enjoy the company of my teammates.
It was time open up a bit, I thought.
I decided to go out one Friday night because it was my 21st birthday and because my teammates just weren't taking no for an answer now that I was "legal." They talked me into going out and having my first drink. It was no big deal. It was a college town, so no driving was needed to get to the downtown bar. I ended up having a lot of fun.
Over the course of my junior year, I began to loosen up and even got drunk a few times. I also began dating Mike. We met at a party early on in the second semester. He asked me out and we were having sex a month later. I loved him, and I had the time of my life (up until that point) during second semester. He asked me to live with him senior year and I happily accepted, even though I knew I couldn't tell my parents. Not that they could have stopped me, but there was no way they would have approved or even understood me "living in sin."
Mike had a big four-wheeler and he told me to go find a place anywhere I wanted. He could get us to and from campus on even the worst days. We were in the mountains, so there were some really incredible options. I chose a ski resort that was about thirty minutes from campus. It was one of the less popular mountains due to it's medium size and somewhat inconvenient location in relation to the interstate, so it was relatively cheap living. It really wasn't a bad mountain and all full-time residents got a full-season lift ticket for free. This would be great when we weren't in the mood for a trek to a bigger hill.
The chalet was wonderful with huge glass windows overlooking the valley. In the middle were large sliding doors that led out to an enormous multi-level deck that featured a sunken hot tub! We were close to the top of the mountain, so the view was wonderful. I signed a 1-year lease, which made it affordable as they only had decent sales during the winter months. There was a strong rumor that the resort could go out of business at some point in the next few years and that further depressed sales. They had built far too many units and were desperate to fill them. For us, since we only wanted the place for a year, it was a perfect situation. Mike decided to move in and spend the Summer there too, since we were paying for it anyway.
I decided against spending the Summer. I wanted to for sure, but there was no way was I going to tell my parents about Mike and I cohabitating. For this reason, I wanted to avoid them ever making the long trip to see me at school. Not coming home for Summer would make that trip a lock. They could not know how I was living. This was far too flamboyant, and, more importantly, sinful for them. They knew about Mike and they wanted me to bring him home for one of the holidays. I was going to ask him to do that, but my folks could not know about our living arrangement.
So I went home and had a typical summer. I really missed Mike, but I kept very busy. I worked at my Dad's company as an intern and took the train to and from work with him every day. I began to slip back into my old frame of mind and I was looking forward to getting back to school and living with my guy.
I left a week early for school under the guise of needing to set the new apartment up. Just before I left, I decided to completely shave off my pubic hair. Mike had asked me to do it last semester, but I had never even trimmed mine as it grew in a naturally bikini friendly way. The hair on my pussy was light brown just like the hair on my head. I always liked the way it looked and never even considered trimming or shaving. That being said, once I had done it, I felt deliciously naughty in a way I never had before. I was so excited for Mike to see it!
It was a six hour drive from my New Jersey home to my New England home. I was really looking forward to seeing Mike and hadn't told him that I was coming up early. Some of you probably see where this is going.
Being hairless was a totally new feeling and it was making me excited as I drove. If I'd known that I'd enjoy it so much, I might have done it sooner. When I pulled into our driveway, there were two cars parked by our little chalet. I got out of my car and all I could hear was loud music. I entered the house and scanned the open living area to my right. There was nobody there. I ducked under the stairs and went to the two back bedrooms. There was nobody there. I had covered the entire chalet save for the loft bedroom and the finished basement.
I scaled the stairs. The bedroom door was open and I could see inside even though I was still five or six steps from the top of the stairs.
There they were. I'll never forget it. There were three of them.
The girl was in the middle. My boyfriend was behind her and he was slamming his cock into her backside and slapping the heck out of her ass every couple of strokes. Mike's best friend, Al, had the girl by her head and he was forcing his cock down her throat it seemed. He had hands full of her hair and he was practically having sex with her skull. I'd have called it rape ... but she was obviously loving every second of it.
