I enjoyed all the feedback and kind words from my first post. I had a lot of fun sharing, so figured I would try it out again. As I’ve mentioned, I enjoy actual real stories so all of mine are 100% authentic with nothing made up or embellished. Only the names have been changed to protect the (not) innocent. This one will be told in 2 parts. Part 1 will contain most of the back story whereas part 2 will have more of the action if you feel the need to just skip ahead.
I had a serious high school boyfriend that I had been dating for about 1.5 years (see my prior story about how we lost our virginities to each other). Summer came after our senior year and we got even closer spending a lot of time with each other. Sadly, we were off to colleges in different states, but felt we could keep a long term relationship going. The first few weeks at school were challenging…a lot of adjustments to make. Not just being away from boyfriend, Todd, but getting used to balancing school and a social life, making new friends, living on my own, and having a roommate for the first time. Fortunately, my roommate and I got along pretty well (let’s call her Kelly). Kelly was from the south and had a really deep southern accent. We had a lot of similar interests, but could not have been more different in the way of looks. I’m 5’2″, petite, brown eyes, brown hair with a 32A chest. She was about 5’6″, red hair, blue eyes, pale skin, a bit of an athletic body type and a bit bigger than me in the chest (34C). We got along well, although had very different friend circles. She was a bit more of the partying type than I was and a bit guy crazy. She would go out drinking at least 3-4 days a week while I had never really gotten drunk before. We had the usual 1st year roommate relationship…someone to go to dinner with, walk to class with, etc. We both otherwise kept to ourselves a bit and were pretty private…she almost never talked about her hookups with guys and we didn’t even really change in front of each other.
About 2 months into college, things had not been going well with Todd and me. We had tried to keep things interesting doing the usual stuff – dirty texts, naughty pictures, webcamming, etc. But we started talking less frequently and when we did talk he seemed much more distant than he ever had. He was supposed to take the train to come visit me and ended up canceling 2 days before he was supposed to come. I’m pretty down the next couple days and just feel like I’m losing him. He calls me Friday night and we start talking like usual, but I can’t hold it back. I tell him how pissed I am that he had to bail on our weekend and we end up getting in a huge fight. Out of no where I accuse him of cheating on me but he actually doesn’t deny it. He just says something like, “Katie, we’re in college. We shouldn’t have to tie ourselves down.” That was pretty much it for me. I told him it was over and threw my phone down.
I felt like I just got punched in the stomach. This was someone I really loved, who I lost my virginity to, who was now just an ex-boyfriend. I lay in my bed wearing my comfy sweatpants and one of his t-shirts and just buried my head into my pillow crying. I must’ve laid in bed for an hour when Kelly comes in with 3 of her friends. They are all dressed up ready to go out, with Kelly wearing a cute blue tube top shirt and a black miniskirt. She sees me and asks me if I’m okay. I tell her I just broke up with Todd and just need to be alone. I watch her leave with her friends and about 3 minutes later, I’m surprised by her walking back in. She asks again if I’m okay and I tell her I’ll be fine, that I just need some time to myself. She looks at me for a minute and then walks over to her dresser. She reaches into the top drawer and pulls out a bottle of vodka. She brings to me and says, “Here this will help.”
I let out a little laugh and tell her “Thanks, but you know I don’t drink.” She responds to that in her southern accent with, “Honey, when life hands you lemons, ya gotta make lemonade. So lets start squeezing those lemons.” I just laugh again and thank her, but hand her back the unopened bottle. I tell her she should just go out with her friends, that I will be okay. She tells me they were going to some lame party and she was just going to lay low tonight (I clearly knew this was a lie…but thought it was super sweet of her). She sits down on my bed next to me and starts telling me how I’ll be okay, that it’s probably for the better, that he didn’t deserve me anyway…all of the things a good friend is supposed to say when you break up with a guy. She jokes that now I can go around and get any guy I’d like at our school and I just start laughing. “I doubt that. I’m not really good at approaching guys and I don’t really drink or party or anything.” She turns to me and hands me the vodka bottle again, “Well let’s change that!”
I explain to her that I tried alcohol once in high school and really just couldn’t take the taste. She tells me everyone feels that way at the beginning, that you just have to hide the taste with something so it tastes better. I think about it for a minute and decide what the hell. I tell her I’d be open to trying a drink if it tasted good and I couldn’t taste the alcohol.
Kelly gets up and starts going through her shelf of snacks. She pulls down a container of orange Tang and tells me it’s the best for hiding the vodka taste. She opens the vodka bottle and pours some into 2 cusp, mixing in some Tang powder and water. She hands one cup to me and says, “Cheers.” I sniff it cautiously and realize I can’t really smell the vodka that well. We touch cups and I take a sip. “Wow, that’s really good. You sure there’s vodka in there?” She laughs and tells me, “See I told you so!”
We are sitting next to each other on my bed sipping our drinks and just talking. We are sharing stories from high school, looking at pictures on our phones together, and just hanging out. After maybe 30 minutes, Kelly gets up to pour herself another drink. She asks me if I want another and I tell her I’m still working on mine. She looks in my cup and says, “Katie, you’re really nursing that thing. You haven’t even gotten halfway through.” I explain that I started feeling a little loopy and so slowed down a bit. “Oh don’t worry…you’ll get through that and get to a point where you’re just really happy. Maybe we should try a drinking game to help you along.”
I ask her what game we should play. She pauses for a minute, explaining that most drinking games are for groups of people. I ask her what game would work for just the two of us and she says, “Well we could play truth or dare.” We both laugh and I just say, “Sure, why the hell not.” She says she’s game but she just wants to put on more comfy clothes. She goes into our bathroom (our dorm room had attached private bathrooms…super sweet) and comes out wearing black yoga pants and a t-shirt. She sits back on my bed next to me with her full drink and asks, “Okay, who’s first?”
“Well it was your idea, so you go first, I guess,” I tell her.
“Okay then, truth or dare?” I go truth. She asks me how old I was when I lost my virginity and I tell her it was earlier that year with Todd. Realizing quickly this was not a good topic, she says, “Okay your turn.”
“Okay, Kelly, truth or dare?” She picks truth as well. I ask her the craziest thing she’s ever done drunk. She tells me a few weeks before she ended up in a guys room and made out with him for a bit, but when he passed out she ended up hooking up with his roommate instead. “Wow that’s kind of crazy!” I tell her. She just smiles and says “What can ya do?”
“My turn. Katie, truth or dare?” I go dare this time and she dares me to chug my drink for 10 seconds. I drink my Vodka-Tang as she counts out 10 very slowly. I playfully hit her on the arm and tell her that was way longer than 10 seconds! She just laughs and says, “Your turn.”
She goes dare and I dare her to take a shot of vodka. She asks me if I’m going to pick truth or dare next time and I tell her I was going to go dare again. “Well my dare is going to be for you to do a shot, so lets do it together.” She pours the vodka into two shot glasses and hands me one. “Drink it real fast and then right after take a drink of your other drink to get the taste to go away.” We clank glasses and I take my first shot, choking as I get the awful taste. But I do as she suggested and wash it down with my mixed drink and the bad taste goes away quickly.
We sit back on the bed and I realize I am really starting to feel the effects of the vodka. I feel really happy and like I just want to have a good time. “I think it’s back to my turn,” I tell her. “Truth or dare?”
Kelly goes truth and I ask her how many guys she’s slept with. “Two in high school and then two since we’ve been here.” I try to hide my surprise that the number isn’t higher (she had a little bit of a reputation…), but apparently don’t hide it that well. “I don’t really sleep around. I usually just make with guys and stuff.”
“Oh, sorry, I didn’t mean to imply that at all. I get what you mean, I used to love just having make out sessions in high school. Todd is the only guy I’ve ever slept with,” I tell her.
“Well I’m sure that will change quickly now,” she says with a little laugh. “Okay truth or dare?”
I pick truth and she asks, “Have you ever done anything with another girl?” I tell her no and she follows with, “Ever thought about it?” I hadn’t really before. But of course now that she had asked me, I start thinking about it a little bit. I don’t really know what to say so I say something like, “Well I think everyone thinks about that at some point.” We both nervously laugh and catch each other’s gaze for a brief second, enough to make me wonder if she had ever thought about it…or if she was thinking about it right now.
Hope you have enjoyed so far. Part 2 to follow :)
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7ommnz/when_life_hands_you_lemonslets_fuck_part_1
Alright, you have me hooked, part 2 please.