Call me [F] by her name

During the fall semester of my senior year in college about a decade ago, I had a huge crush on a guy in one of my marketing classes. His name was Jake and he was graduating that year too. Dark hair, olive skin, muscular arms. He looked kind of like a frat bro, popping his collar on occasion, but didn’t act obnoxious like a lot of them do. His Instagram (yeah of course I stalked him a little) was mostly full of videos of him lifting at the gym or drinking poolside. You can imagine how much I, uh, “enjoyed” those posts hehe

Whenever I had that class and knew I’d see him, I started to dress up a little more than usual. Usually I was one of the nerdier girls in class, but that semester I wore a lot of my cutest outfits trying to get his attention. Sun dresses, daisy dukes, yoga pants. At least I seemed to catch my professor’s attention, because I ended up earning an A without doing much work. But it was a big class and we never really connected.

One weekend in the middle of the semester, I ended up at a frat party with a girlfriend. It wasn’t my usual scene and I didn’t know a lot of people, but she dragged me a long and I was having fun. Well it turned out to be Jake’s frat and he was there, too. At first I thought this would finally be my chance, all I would need to do is loosen up with a couple shots and then make my move. But then I noticed his arm around another girl, and from the look of it I could tell they were together. Of course she was cute. Blonde like me and about the same petite build, but she was much more of your classic sorority girl. Long legs in a shorter dress than you’d catch me wearing, cleavage pushed up, a lot of time spent on her hair and makeup. I asked someone who she was, and they said her name was Maggie. She was a year younger and they had been dating since high school.

The party was still fun, but I kept eying them. And the more I saw his hands on her, the more jealous I became. The next day I found her Instagram (it was private) and started following her. She had more pics of them together, and I kept imagining myself in her place, with his big arms around my waist or his hand on my thigh instead of hers. The more I scrolled and the more I imagined taking her place, the hornier I got. Using a couple of her posts for reference, I tried modeling my hair and makeup after hers. Lots of volume and contouring. She definitely put work into it, I can tell you that. Then I put on my tiniest black dress, which every girl should own, I took a few selfies. If you didn’t know any better, you might have sworn we were sisters.

I didn’t feel entirely like myself like that or comfortable in such a tight get up, but I did feel pretty sexy and so I sent a couple of pics to the friend who had gone with me to the party. She loved the new look, at least as a one time thing, and suggested we go downtown to a club that night and really live out the persona. I’ve been to a couple cons before, so it sounded like some co-ed cosplay to me and that seemed fun. We pregamed a little and decided to use different names; she was Holly for the night and I, of course, was called Maggie.

We went to a bar that neither of us had ever been to before so that we wouldn’t run into anyone who knew the real us. The night went really well, with lots of guys hitting on us, dancing with us, and buying us shots. Honestly it was a blast getting that much attention, which I was used to, though I wouldn’t want it all the time. There was one guy in particular who really grabbed my attention (and my waist). Dark skin, olive skin, muscular arms. If you didn’t know any better, you might have sworn he was Jake’s cousin. By that point I was pretty tipsy and when he suggested going back to his apartment nearby, I told my girlfriend not to wait up and left with him. It was going to be my first real one night stand with a total stranger.

He got right down to business as soon as we came to his apartment. He put on some seductive music and asked if smoked. We shared a bowl, which helped calm my nerves a little. Then we sat on his couch and started making out, his hands moving all over my body. The thong I was wearing was on the floor in no time. As he bit my neck and got his fingers sticky, I lost myself in the moment and in the fantasy, accidentally moaning out Jake’s name. The guy, whose real name I forgot a long time ago, asked who Jake was. I was intoxicated enough to not be overly embarrassed and so I just told him the truth, that Jake was a crush. Well, it was a half truth, I guess, because I didn’t tell him who I really was. The guy ended up being really chill about it and asked if I wanted him to be Jake for the night. Just his suggestion was an immediate turn on and it made the roleplaying that I had already been doing all the more intense and pleasurable. From that point on, for the rest of the night we were both really talkative. Everything that came out of my mouth involved addressing him by my crush’s name, and I told him to be vocally dominant and call me “Maggie” that whole time.

It was such a rush knowing that he never even learned my real name, even though I felt really slutty the next day. In class the following week I had a hard time looking at the real Jake. My professor was probably the most disappointed though, because I stopped wearing cute outfit to class after that.

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