[f]reshman experiences part 1

A big “wild” time in my life was freshman year in college. I think it’s the first experience of freedom, having your own place, drinking, etc. In many cases I’m not proud of all my freshman experiences, but I did learn a lot and I can’t say I have regrets.

I’m not following any order with these stories for freshman year. Even though I entered the school year in a relationship with my high school boyfriend, I spent most of freshman year single and therefore in many small dating relationships. He went to another school in state and about 1.5 hours away. This would prove too far for us, in the end.

Even though there is no order, this first story did happen In the first or second weekend of my college experience. It was a big deal because college was starting, parties were plentiful those first 2-3 weekends, and I was figuring out my place. I stayed in a dorm and my new roommate and I hit it off on the social front pretty quickly. We were able to convince a few rooms on the floor to all go to a highlighter party at some frat. The type of party you hear about from every freshman that first weekend because we werent connected to anything else at the university yet.

A “highlighter” party is pretty simple. You wear a white t-shirt and the party has a bunch of highlighters and black lights so you can draw things on each other or create your own look. In preparation the 6 of us grabbed white shirts that we didn’t mind ruining and started to cut them up and make them unique for the party. Most of us just ended up tying a knot in them to show some belly or make them cuter than the simple white shirt they were. In my case, I cut the neck out into a vneck and took the sleeves off. It ended up looking like a tank top when all was said and done. It was important to glow so I also grabbed an old sports bra that was fluorescent pink. We added some flair with a few highlighters we were able to conjure up.

Now that I have experienced college, I am embarrassed this was me, but the 6 of us left the dorms with an idea of where we were going and started to walk. Every subsequent year the freshman hoards that walk to the outskirts of the dorms to visit house parties those first few is laughable. You can spot them everywhere.

We underestimated the distance and took forever to get to the party. When we arrived it was already lively and being 6 cute freshman girls, we were ushered in and handed a red cup quickly along with where the keg was.

Being my first real college party, I didn’t know what to expect. Shitty place, dark rooms, black lights randomly mounted, wasted girl in the corner. I would come to know this was quite normal. I was not the perfect high school kid, but I was not a big drinker. I hated beer but knew I would need to embrace it.

As we’re waiting for our beer from the keg, a guy came over and started talking to all of us…mostly me. He was cute, older, and I was blushing by being hit in so quickly. We did a bunch of small talk and I filled my beer I stayed back and talked to him for a few minutes while the girls took off. At the end, he wrote his name and number on my shirt, and I thought I was the hottest thing. I wasn’t going to call him because I already had my high school boyfriend, but it was definitely confidence boosting. I already knew I was going to love college.

I caught back up with the other girls and 1 of them was crying. I think it was that one of the drunk guys called her fat or ugly, or something stupid that she overreacted to because it was some stupid drunk guy. Either way, I was embarrassed it was my friend/guest/neighbor…whatever she was at the time, making the scene. After a few minutes the girls decided they just wanted to go home, which left my roommate and i with the decision to join or not. We convened and both agreed we wanted to stay, so the four went home and we stuck around.

For an hour or so the party was fun. We danced in one room for a majority of it. Spent a lot of time waiting for beers, and hung out in the main room where it was almost pitch black except the black lights. We continued to get hit on, which made me feel less special over time, but was also a turn on. Guys were grinding on us on the dance floor or taking time to write something clever on our shirt. While bored and waiting for the keg one time, I let two guys draw fake nipples on my shirt. It didn’t matter where someone was writing, they always seemed to grab my boobs or feel me up in some way. I was happy I wore a sports bra because even though they could probably get a better feel, I was secured. The cheap feels also didn’t really feel like I was cheating, so I let them go.

After getting very drunk, my new roomie and I decided we were going to finish our beers, say bye to a few people we met and then meet at the door. As I did a lap to say bye to another group of girls we were dancing with and from the same dorm, I ran into the first guy from the night. He too was drunk and after a couple words were exchanged, we found ourselves making out in a hallway. Being an awkward spot, we ducked into another room down the hall. I don’t know if he lived there and knew where he was going, I was just following his lead.

In the room, I told him I was leaving and had a boyfriend and should go, but we continued to make out and his hand made it up my shirt and under my sports bra. My hands seemed to make it to his crotch, and was feeling him hard over his jeans. This prompted him to undo his button and zipper and pull his dick out. Meanwhile my shirt was all yanked around and my boobs were hanging out the bottom of my sports bra.

This is one of those moments I regretted. Being horny, drunk, propositioned, I got on my knees and starting to blow the guy. I remember thinking I was a terrible girlfriend and roommate in that moment. I couldn’t believe I was blowing a guy I didn’t even know the name of without checking my shirt. Whether I did a great job or something else, he ended up cumming after about 10 seconds. This actually caught me off guard and him too. I remember coughing as he came and having to catch some with my hands and put it back in my mouth. With nowhere to go, I swallowed.

We both put our cloths fully back on. I was embarrassed at this point, so I told him again I needed to leave, but that I had his number and would call him. After a short goodbye I met my roommate at the front door and the group of girls from our dorm were also there. Again as a group we walked back to the dorms like a herd, only much more drunk and a bit ashamed

I never told my roommate anything about it to avoid judgment during my first week. I told my boyfriend I made out with a guy, but it still caused a big rift in my high school friends, so it definitely wasn’t worth cheating. We broke up, which was for the best. I never tried calling the number, but I did run into the same guy a few times at parties or walking campus and it was always an awkward exchange of glances.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/or31qq/freshman_experiences_part_1