The Alcove: Part 1

Spring semester of my senior college year had to be memorable. The kind of semester my girlfriends and I could look back upon when we were old with far-away stares of times to which we wish we could return. The kinds of memories that became devastating secrets. Yes! This was the pact we had made as freshman in the small state university dorm room only a few years ago. We were kids then, I suppose. Now we were women with careers and families on the horizon. But we had one final semester together and an unwavering pact to do something completely insane our final semester that could fuck up our future but good. Well maybe not that dramatic, but it needed to be something big!

With snow furiously falling outside our apartment window, my girlfriends and I sat in a circle on my living room floor with our wine glasses filled and plenty of salty snacks to pass around. And, yes, we also passed around a joint that night. Okay maybe two joints, but that was just so we could free our minds to the possibilities of fulfilling our pact. We had joked about the pact for years, but nobody had a clue how to fulfill it. How do the wildest girls on campus do something more memorable than what they’ve already done?!

It was completely true. We really had been a bit out of control throughout college. They had nicknamed me “Allie the Streaker,” or “Streaks” for short, because I had a tendency of stripping out of my clothes and bolting across campus with even the hint of a dare. Tame for most college antics, I suppose, but my multiple misdemeanor offenses wouldn’t be good for my career aspirations. But damn how I loved to get naked in front of others and show off my firm ass and toned, muscular body. And, yes, of course there were times that instead of getting a citation for running around naked, there was the occasional blowjob or backseat fuck in a police cruiser to avoid the penalty. One of those police officers even ended up being my boyfriend for a while. And, yes, all the stereotypes of the hot cop with handcuffs became my reality until I needed to avoid another citation and fucked his female partner in the back of their squad car a few months later.

Of course I rarely got naked alone. Stacia, my roommate, loved to run beside me so everyone could see all of her tattoos. She was particularly fond of the anchors above each of her small tits because they represented the two Navy sailors she fucked at the same time during summer break our sophomore year. As her roommate, I had the masturbatory pleasure of being the only person to have heard the whole story of her night with the sailors. Whenever I needed a fantasy to help rub out an orgasm, I usually imagined the two muscular sailors pushing both their cocks inside me at the same time while we all come together, just as Stacia had described during her incredible night with the two men. In fairness, Stacia and I had plenty of stories that would help the other masturbate if needed, but that happened to be one I didn’t actually witness or hear in our shared apartment, so my imagination was able to run as wild as it needed.

Next door to our apartment lived Leah and Katy. In the freshman dorms they had been matched as roommates. I’m not sure it even took them a week before they became fuck-buddies. Although they tried to deny it at first, they couldn’t seem to ever explain to the rest of us on the floor why they so frequently had loud mutual orgasms  behind their closed dorm room door. The problem was that, once they admitted to it, they basically didn’t care who was around when they decided they needed to have a fuck. It was seemingly inevitable that Leah and Katy, at any given moment during a party, or even in the middle of my apartment for that matter, simply started making out and having sex in front of everyone. Don’t get me wrong, there were fringe benefits to being near Leah and Katy when they decided they needed to get off. More than once I happened to be on my living room couch when Leah’s red-dyed hair would suddenly disappear between Katy’s thighs, or vice versa, and whichever one was receiving a tongue-job always seemed to have her hands, and at times her tongue, wander between my thighs. Feeling either of their mouths vibrate against my pussy while they came was magical. It’s no coincidence I’ve found myself inviting them to my apartment a lot more frequently over the past couple years.

In the largest apartment across the hall from Stacia, Leah, Katy and I resided the final three of our freshman pact-mates: Gillen, Mindy, and Heather. Gillen and Mindy were both from overseas. Gillen was from South Africa and Mindy from Australia. I loved hearing them talk with their thick accents and they had a certain, I don’t know, naivete  maybe, to American cultures and norms that seemed to free them even more when it came to partying and picking up someone after a night of drinking. Despite differences in their accents and with different hair color, Gillen had jet-black hair while Mindy was a dirty blonde, people decided they must be twins. Undoubtedly their similar height and the uncanny similarity in their laughs had as much to do with the “twins” belief as much as anything else.  In terms of their “wildness,” they could basically drink anyone under the table and had plenty of sex, but I don’t know if that made them any wilder than any other person in college or among our group of friends. Still, they were wildly popular and I loved them dearly.

Heather, on the other hand, was clearly wilder than all of us combined. With remarkable beauty, seductive eyes, great hair and tits, and a naturally slender physique, Heather lured anyone she wanted, and her appetite was insatiable. Certainly Leah and Katy were more about exhibitionist behavior at parties than Heather, but Heather simply dripped with sexual energy. Everything she did, every time she spoke, and every time she showed up in a room, Heather radiated. Heather had no trouble getting laid any time she wanted. None! I mean none of us had any real trouble with this but Heather had men lining up for her. Like literally lining up for her. See she is the only one of us to actually do a gangbang. A legit, line of men, one right after the other for hours, gangbang. We all tried to talk her out of it, sort of, but she had determined that on that crisp, winter night our junior year, that she was not going to stop until the last guy to show up came for her. Well, the word spread pretty quickly through campus, as you might imagine, when it got out that one of the sexiest women on campus was fucking all comers. I decided to head to my apartment after a couple hours of watching the show. Well, that and to fuck my vibrating dildo a half dozen times remembering how Heather took cock after cock, how she had orgasm after orgasm, and how those sexy coed men’s moans sounded. Watching them come after they managed a few strokes inside Heather’s perfect pussy was a sight to remember. And that beautiful bitch just kept fucking them all. Honestly, if she wasn’t so fucking nice and awesome, I probably would hate her.

So I guess “wild” is in the eye of the beholder. You might not think us “wild” while others might think us completely out of control. No matter our history, or maybe even because of it, we needed to fulfill our pact with something bigger than we’d ever done before. Bigger than streaking, drinking, fucking, and even gangbanging our way through college. But what to do was still unknown.

“Raise your glasses, bitches,” I said while standing and moving to middle of the circle. I looked each of my girlfriends in the eye to find their resolve. I could see they were committed. Or maybe they were just too fucking high. Either way we were going to figure out how to fulfill our pact before our senior year concluded. “To the pact!”

To the pact!