When I started at Uni, I was 18, still pretty vanilla (my most slutty experience was a drunk threesome, or sleeping with a married older guy), and super out of my element. New town miles away from home, new people, new places.
I’d started to make friends with a group of girls who had been here a few more years than I had, and had *a lot* to show for it. They would tell me wild stories about their sexual history – seducing professors, sugar daddies, gangfucks, all sorts. I believed… 70% of it. But still, I felt a little intimidated. I wanted to prove myself to these girls, that I could be one of them. They weren’t expecting me to, I don’t think they cared that much in hindsight, but that didn’t stop me.
So it happened when we were at a bar near campus. A kind of skeevy, hard to find pub with lots of neon lights and local bands. I’d heard a rumour about this place, about one of the bathroom stalls, and decided tonight was the night I’d be one of the girls.