I lost it to some stranger. I still don’t understand how I got myself into that situation. It just happened, plain and simple.
There was a party at the dorm next door, Haimen Hall. I know. I’ve heard all the jokes about that dorm’s name. Haimen sounds similar to a certain female covering so to speak. Laugh and get it out of your system. For those who didn’t get it, it’s alright, we’re moving on. Anyway, my roommate dragged me out there, saying I needed to get out more.
“Every weekend you’re at that desk! Come on, bond with your roomie!” Laura said.
I caved in after watching her pout. She was more excited than I was. I just threw on a t-shirt and jeans, ready in under five minutes. Laura took another hour. She gave me a quizzical glance and asked, “that’s what you’re wearing?”
She shook her head as I told her yes. Laura went digging into her drawer. She threw a bra at me then quickly ransacked her closet for a top.
“Put that on.”
I held the bra and shirt awkwardly. I started to say, “I don’t think.”
“Exactly. Don’t think. Put it on and let’s go! Don’t have much time for make up though.”
Yet thirty minutes later I found myself in a tight red, sheer blouse, tight jeans, a push up bra, and make up. Laura and I walked in together, but not once did I see her for the rest of the night.
One thing I forgot to mention. All the dorms on campus are dry, alcohol free zones. Except, you guessed it, Haimen dorm. There is a lot of red tape a student has to cut through to be allowed to reside there. Every month or so, the dorm gets together and throws a big party.
I’m not a drinker. Even on my 21st birthday. I didn’t have a beer or anything. All my friends were back home and couple friends I made here were out. Then again, I don’t think I ever told them it was my birthday.
As the night went on, I grew tired of being pushed around and seeing everyone having a good time. All I did was walk around the dorm, never once seeing Laura. I found a punch bowl and poured myself a cup. It tasted funny, but went ahead and had another one. After the fourth cup, it didn’t taste so bad. Yet after a while I felt a bit light headed and warm. There were benches outside so I went to look for an empty one.
Each one had students making out or couples sitting. I spotted one bench with one person, but he was smoking. My head started to feel like a Merry-go-Round, I looked passed the fact he was smoking and collapsed on the seat. My appearance must have surprised him because he asked if I was an angel.
“Wha-wha…” was all I managed to say.
He moved closer to me; placed his arm around my shoulder. “Tell me, angel, wanna go some place heavenly?”
I don’t know why, but I took his hand and followed him. The smell of his cigarette smoke filled me. It was strange, I didn’t mind it. We made our way through the crowds effortlessly, up the stairs, to the left, to an empty room.
“Names Jacob. What’s yours sweet angel?”
I sat on the nearest thing, the bed apparently, unable to keep my balance. I mumbled, “Rachel.”
“Rachel, Rachel, sweet Rachel.” He stood close to me, staring into my eyes. “Ready to take flight?”
I can’t really say what happened. It just happened. But before I knew it, my pants were off and he was on top of me.
“Say sweetie, are you a virgin?”
I tried to nod, but my head felt so heavy. My head was swimming in that fruit punch, some endorphins, and who knows what else. Before all this, we made out and I enjoyed it. But then the pants came off and I kind of froze.
“Lucky me, uhhh, you baby, uhhh. I’ll show you the wonders of this, mmuh, earth and what God gave me.”
I thought there would be pain and blood everywhere. Nope. I felt a tug and then maybe this slight pop or rip. And then I watched him there, humping me.
“Yeah baby. You like that huh? Ah yeah. Oh, Ah, here it comes!”
He pulled out and sprayed my shirt, well Laura’s shirt. He rolled over and breathed heavily. “Ok Babe, rides over, get out.”
I fumbled out of bed and put my pants back on. I managed to find my way back to my room. I locked the door behind me and stared at the room.
That was sex? That’s what everyone is talking about? That’s what sex is? Did that really just happen?
I stripped down, climbed into the bathtub and showered the stench away.
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