The first week back at school was the exact same as the second day. My moral has been dropping all because I need to work my ass off against Nick Holland. Everyone thinks it's amazing, wonderful and all these nice things all because he is handsome. I need to stand out and I can't do that if Nick is excelling at everything; even being the best in my class wouldn't be good enough. I am so motivated to beat him every day after classes are over I either work out aggressively or study for all of my classes. I avoid everyone and only ever come out in the public for mealtimes; even then, I read and eat simultaneously.
Currently, it's Friday evening and classes have been out for about an hour now. I have been resting in my dorm lounging on my green velvet comforter reading a romance novel. My attention gets pulled from my story by a knock at my door. I place my book on my black nightstand and cross the room to see who's knocking. Through the peephole I spot Alayna's freckled face peering up at me on her tiptoes.
"Open the door you grumpy hermit," she demands from the hallway.
Laughing I open the door and let her come inside. With a huff she storms through my room in her grey matching sweat suit with a tan overcoat. She paired her comfortable weekend outfit with white low cut tennis shoes and a white sling pack across her chest. She plops down on my bed and crosses her arms with a grimacing scowl. I follow behind her and set at the foot of my bed in my black spanks and ash brown oversized turtleneck sweater.
"Who pissed in your cheerios," I ask with a taunting nudge with my index finger.
"First of all, I seriously don't understand your Yankee talk," Alayna says snootily in her English accent. "Secondly, you have been stuck in this room all week. Tonight, we are going out to get clubbing outfits and coffee. When we are done, we are coming back and hanging out; no more studying," she exclaims with a finite sweep of her hands.
"Alright, alright," I say begrudgingly and flop my back onto my bed. "Why are we getting clubbing outfits?"
"Our first two years here all we have done is study and practice never leaving school grounds. This year we are going into the nearby town like the juniors and seniors usually do," she says laying on her side propped up on her elbow.
"So, you already have a club picked out I'm assuming," I ask knowing damn well that this woman plans everything to a T before bringing anything up. That's what I really appreciate about Alayna, her words and actions are always so intentional. She won't bring up something she hasn't thoroughly thought through.
"Of course, I have. Who do you think I am," she retorts with a furrowed brow. "I was doing some research on my laptop and the town close to us isn't massive but definitely large enough for a few high-end clubs. The one I am wanting to try out tomorrow is a dark rock club called Hell Heights" Alayna's eyes light up with mischief.
"OOO," I exaggerate. "What kind of outfits do you think we should wear," I ask her.
"You already know that I have planned outfits for the both of us," she says excitedly. She has always enjoyed dressing me up like her personal barbie doll. I guess being an only child makes her insanely excited to have someone to use as a plaything. I still enjoy it; I've never been one to dote too much on what I wear. However, since becoming friends with Alayna I have learned that the clothes you wear help you emotionally as well as show a physical representation of how we want to express ourselves.
All in all, Alayna has let me feel like a completely normal girl with friends. We have sleepovers where we paint our nails, do face masks, and watch movies together. She does a lot of online shopping for the both of us on her dad's credit card. She will usually pose us for pictures for her socials of us in matching outfits. I was always a loner and Alayna brought out the social side in me.
She springs from the bed and grabs my hands yanking me off. She demands I get dressed immediately for our trip into town. I slip out of my spanx and throw some plain black leggings on under my ash brown oversized turtleneck sweater. I pair my outfit with high top brown combat boots and an oversized blue jean jacket. I check my reflection and after throwing on some peach lipstick and a dab of blush; I approve of my makeup and wavy long hair to go out. I grab my skinny black leather purse just large enough for my dorm key, lipstick and a knife.
Alayna being from a wealthy family has always been the one to get her way in everything. She never goes without and chooses to spoil me as if I was hers to spoil. She pampered me with everything, seeing as I have always grown-up poor and not being able to hold a job down while focusing on school. I couldn't be any more thankful for a best friend like her.
We leave our dorm and walk towards the end of campus to meet the limo she called for us from her personal assistant that is always a dial away. The limo took us on a thirty-minute drive into town and to my surprise it was quite the metroplex. Skyscrapers stood in the center of the town, shops and restaurants at the ground level, with offices and apartments in the upper levels. On the outskirts of the city lay suburbia of all different economic classes. Extending past that is the rolling hills that lead right up to our university.
She took me to a small boutique that was definitely way out of my price range. The garments didn't even have price tags that's how expense it was. Also, there was only two pieces of each garment hanging up. Luckily, I have gotten used to following Alayna around while she shops for the both of us. After about thirty minutes of looking and my arms full of clothes we head to the dressing rooms at the back of the store. In unison we try on different outfits and come out to compare. By the end of our shopping Alayna ended up getting a two-piece black sparkly spaghetti crop and matching high waisted mini skirt. For me she picked out a black body con dress; the showstopper was a strap that went across the top of my breasts showing tasteful under boob in the large triangle cutout on my ribs.
She also purchased a white faux coat for herself and a black leather overcoat for me. Alayna wouldn't be herself if she didn't go the whole nine. She finished off our looks with ankle length white leather booties for herself and strappy black heels for me. Finally happy with our entire outfits we check out at the front counter. When we finish shopping Alayna hands off our bags to her limo driver and instructs him to stay close, we will walk to the coffee shop down the street.
Arm in arm my best friend and I walk a few blocks to this adorable hole in the wall cafe. It smelled of warm spices and had a Victorian era feel. The place was decorated with tons of ornate crown molding in a soft cream, the walls a light blue with darker blue stripes, cute white metal circle tables and chairs with little blue and white pillows tied to the bottoms. We head to the front windows of the cafe and wait for a waiter to come and take our order. Fifteen minutes after our coffees and mini sandwiches arrives Jessica and Audrey from our class walk in with two girls that I don't recognize.
"Oh, hey girls so cool seeing you guys here," Jessica calls out and basically skips over to our table.
Alayna and I say hi and get introduced to the two other girls named Erin and Fiona from the senior class. Audrey met Erin on a run one day after class last year and has been friends with her ever since.
"It's so crazy to see you two off of campus," Jessica says while leaning her bodyweight on her hand on our table.
"We decided to be social this year," I say plainly placing a hand under my chin in an attempt to appear bored by our newest endeavor. Alayna gives my arm a playful smack and rants about how cooped up I've become. She threw around the word 'antisocial hermit' more than I would like to admit.
"Since you're out you should come to our party in the woods tonight," the senior Fiona exclaims.
Before I am able to say anything in response to try and turn down the offer Alayna pipes in, "we will definitely be there. Text me the detes Jessica," she says beaming at me. She gives a happy dance with her hands pulled up to her chest as the girls say their goodbyes.
After our coffee shop date, we head back up the hill to our dorm room. When we arrive, we separate ways and go to our rooms to drop off all of our new apparel. After a while, Alayna comes back in my room with a bottle of wine in each hand. She gives me a devilish grin as she strolls to my bed as if it was her own bedroom.
"What are you up to tonight," I say as I stare at the wine.
"We never have fun, starting tonight we are going to live our lives to the fullest while we are here," she says with a pouty face. "Pre-game with me?" Another pouty face and holds out a bottle to me. I give in (not that it needed much convincing) and sat next to her with the bottle of wine. Finishing our second episode of our favorite crime show with our almost empty bottles of wine Alayna gets a text from Jessica with her pinned location.
"Alright bottoms up let's head out to partyyyyy," she gets up and starts dancing goofily before she waterfalls her wine into her mouth.
I laugh and chug the rest of my bottle. We head out to the woods to the marked spot Jessica sent us in our same outfits from earlier. Thankfully the English fall weather is more temperate conditions than its winter months soon to come. As we grow nearer to the location, I can see a rather large fire lit up surround by fifteen to twenty bodies. Half of my class is here as well as some others from the senior group. Everyone already seemed to be as intoxicated as we were; thankful for Alayna's pregame idea I give her a mental hug.
"Alright everyone is here let's start out games shall we," a tall blonde male from the senior class shouts from atop a fallen log people were sitting on. We all huddle closer to the fire to await our games instructions. My stomach is fluttering with excitement for actually doing fun things while away at university.
"I see a few new faces here and there," the same blonde guys says," so let me explain the rules of our first game. Everyone will be in partners; one pair of partners is it and the others have to hide in the woods around here. If you are found before the twenty-minute timer goes off, you have to take a Jell-O shot that the seekers will have in their packs." He holds up two very large bags that concession workers would wear to collect money full of individually sealed Jell-O shots.
With that, he shouted go and Alayna and I take off into the woods. I am pulling her by the hand behind me blindly as we sprint into the woods. I stop after a bit and take a look at my surroundings; besides a shit ton of trees there wasn't much else providing coverage. Alayna pulls on my hand and points up to the trees.
Reading her motions, we both begin to scale the tree next to us. Thankfully, the trees around the university all have pretty low bearing branches that make it even easier to climb. I climbed up first about twelve feet into the air making sure we aren't visible. The wine in my system is definitely starting to take effect as my body gets wobbly on the climb up. I perch myself on the branch with legs on either side facing the trunk of the tree leaving space between myself and the trunk. Alayna crawling up after me and reaches my branch and plops her tiny self-down in the small space between me and the tree with her legs wrapped around my waist.
I give her a confused smile and she just puts a finger to her lips to tell me to shush. I shake my head and try not to laugh. I lean forward to her ear and ask if the wine has hit her yet? She bites my ear lobe and when I pull back, she smiles and mouths yes.
I can hear footsteps growing nearer. On instinct, I steady my body on the tree trunk by placing my hands on either side of Alayna's head. I keep an eye on the forest floor for any movement when I feel soft lips kissing my exposed neck under my jaw. I pull back and look at Alayna, and she grabs my chin and forces me to look down again. She keeps her hand on the far side of my face keeping my focus on the ground and uses her other hand on the nape of my neck and begins to kiss and bite me from my jawline all the way up to my ears.
I squeeze my thighs together at the unexpected arousal by my best friend but get stopped by Alayna's body in my way. She finds this movement of mine to be too much for her and pulls me in for a hard and deep kiss. We crash our lips into each other desperate and pleading. Afraid that we will fall I keep my hands glued to the tree trunk, taking my immobility as her advantage Alayna lets her liquid courage guide her as she reaches under my oversized sweater up to my breast. She firmly cups it in her small hands as we continue to make out.
Alayna pulls the edge of my bra cup down to free my nipple. I moan as she tugs and flicks it with her frozen fingers, sending heat between my legs. I am lost in our make out session and her touch I don't notice people getting closer to us.
"Hey we see your feet up there," a man's voice calls out from the distance. Alayna and I pull detach our mouths and look down at the forest floor. The two people who were it caught people in a tree ten feet away from us. We hold our breathes in silence as Alayna fixes my bra just in case we have to get down. Thankfully she did, because not five minutes later the seekers found our tree forcing us to jump down. We laughed so hard at how hard of a climb down it was slipping on branches the entire way. We accept our Jell-O shots gratefully and take a knee to throw them back with a loud Haza!
I don't know what is going to happen between us, but I don't want to complicate things. She's gorgeous, funny, generous, and smart why wouldn't I find her attractive. Whether or not she takes me as a serious crush or an experimental fling, I don 't know. I am way too attracted to her to really care if she wants to use me to experiment when I'm drunk. Here's to having self-control tonight. Honestly, I feel honored she wants to touch me. The real test is to see how she reacts when I make the first move. If she retreats from my touch or refuses to want to reciprocate the same actual sex acts, then she definitely is using me for her infatuation.
We sit on the fallen longs surround the campfire with the other losers until the round is over. When everyone got back to the fire a boy called out that this game was too lame, and we need more players for this to really be fun.
The same blonde boy from before takes up the log once more like a king claiming his throne, "alright bitches," he claps his hands together. "Since our games are too 'boring'," he uses air quotes," let's all take three Jell-O shots and then play seven minutes in heaven or is that too lame for you bunch of pussies," he taunts us in his heavy Irish accent. The group boos him but decides ultimately, he is the only one proposing game ideas, so we go along with his antics.
After everyone's three shots we move into a circle seated on the ground with an empty bottle of jack in the middle of us. The fire's flames danced across all of the faces of the very fit adaptability majors on campus. To make things even more fun four couples would go out all at the same time: one to the north, east, south and west. The first three partners that were picked was a guy and a girl, second was two guys that looked exceptionally excited to partner, and another guy and a girl. It's my turn to spin the bottle and it lands on the blonde ringleader.
He gives me a devilish smile from under his way too bushy eyebrow and we all stand to begin our seven minutes. The blonde Irish man and I walk towards the south until we find a tree big enough to stand behind. As soon as we get around to the other side, he pushes me against the tree and begins to make out with me aggressively. His kisses are all over the place, sloppy, and wet; being intoxicated wasn't enough for me to want to let him to keep touching me.
I fight off his hands as they reach for my shirt. He pulls back after fighting with me for a minute or two and looks at me confused and pissed. Thankfully, he didn't get to try anything else before our seven minutes were up. We walk back and join the circle once more. All of the partners looked frazzled like they definitely were up to naughty things during our time in 'heaven'.
Alayna looks semi pissed as I return to my spot next to her. "What did you do with him back there he looks super pissed," she whispers to me as the next person spins.
I look into her eyes searching for reasons as to why she cares so much. I lean in and whisper, "if you want, I can show you." I say and playfully bite her earlobe in the same manner she did mine on the tree.
She rolled her eyes at me and with a chuckle she continues to watch the game. After a bit it was Alayna's turn to spin the empty Jack Daniel's bottle and the bottle actually lands on her. She looks confused and the group begins to shout pick someone pick someone pick someone! Her already flushed cheeks from the alcohol grew even brighter at the pressure put on her. She doesn't say anything but instead stands up quietly with her eyes set to the floor. She smacks me on the shoulder and holds her hand out to me. I take it and stand up while the group hoots and hollers behind us.
Not wasting any time Alayna drags me behind her westward to a large rock taller than our heads. She leans her shoulder against the rock and says, "tell me what he did." Her voice was cold, stare demanding as she leans against the rock with her legs crossed.
I give a wicked chuckle and close the distance between us. Lacing my fingers through her hair with my left hand and my right one tilts her chin up to look me in the eyes. Her breath is shallow as I shift our weight until she has her back against the rock and her feet are apart. This is my time to figure out if she actually wants me or just the idea of being with a girl. I definitely want to take my time but in this short period I will just do the better version of the Irish dipshit from earlier.
I begin to kiss her deeply and I groped her breasts with one hand while my other clasped her hip. I let my hands wander over her curvy small body until I find the hem of her sweatpants. I slip my hand inside and over her underwear; I rub my fingers through her slit teasing her. I keep the pressure as I let her grind in my hand and a small moan escapes her lips to my touch. I begin to rub her clit through her panties until her breathing becomes more ragged. Kissing and sucking on her neck I slip my hand into her panties. I place my fingers at the top of her slit and slide them through her wet heat with two fingers spreading her lips open. I do this slowly down her kitty until I find her cute little hole. I begin to pump my two fingers into her slow and hard at first.
Alayna moans out loud and digs her hands into my hair holding me even tighter as I fuck her. Her moans in my ears turn me on and encourage me to go faster and harder. I can hear how wet she is from the slushing sounds she makes when I enter her. Somewhere in the distance I hear Seven minutes are up and I start to pull back from her.
She wraps her hands around my jacket and pulls me close to her face, devouring my mouth in angst and lust. I push my fingers one last time deep in her and slowly turn my hand making sure I hit all of her walls. She muffles her super hot moans into my sweater as she clings to me. I give an evil laugh, pull my fingers out quickly and back up a few steps; the ground suddenly no longer solid beneath me.
I guess I had put all of my weight on Alayna and the huge rock I didn't notice my entire world spinning. My stomach hurls and I fall to my knees on the ground. My mouth waters and contracts begin in my tummy, I begin to empty my stomach of all its contents from today on the forest floor. Alayna quickly regained her composure and ran to me holding my hair off of my face, saying soft words of comfort. With her help I was able to pass all of it quickly.
Once my stomach settled, Alayna helps me walk back to my dorm room. "Throwing up was probably the best thing that could have happened," I say optimistically to Alayna who is walking arm and arm with me like always.
"So you're feeling better? Are you tipsy at all," she looks up to me with concern written all over her doll-like face.
"I feel completely fine and sober," I say with a confident smile.
"Good because" Alayna looks up at me through her brow, "tomorrow we are still going clubbing!!!" She skips forward without me and does a twirl in the forest. We laugh at her antics as we make our way back to our castle home.
I head straight to my room to be in the warm embrace of my bed. By the time I looked at my clock after my shower it was well past 4 in the morning. I lay my head down on my pillow and begin to drift off when I hear footsteps hustling down the hall. Must be a boyfriend leaving his girlfriend's room, I think to myself and let the night take me.