Chapter One
“Don’t fuck and drive!”
Crazy? Yep! But that’s actually what I thought I heard my mother say.
Thankfully, she repeated herself before I burst out laughing.
“Don’t fucking drink and drive.”
Yep, for someone who was a minister’s wife, she sure had a mouth on her.
How could I have misheard her? Truth was, sex was the only thing on my mind tonight. Losing my virginity was going to be epic and so was attending the party of the century.
I adjusted the lacy thong that sucked between my ass cheeks, moved my tits around in my pushup bra and slipped on blue jeans so tight they looked as if they were painted on. I gave a quick check in the mirror, applied some mascara, blush and a little lipstick and I was ready!
“Are you listening Victoria?”
No, but I’m sure half the neighborhood is, I thought.
It was the start of college, and we were told “The Party” was tradition. I was a freshman studying at Miller Motte Technical College in Virginia. My parents had high hopes and for the past year and half, like any overbearing parents they had been riding my ass on buckling down and studying. No parties. No boys, and most definitely no sex!
Are you fucking kidding?
It wasn’t that I didn’t think college was important; of course I was aware, just this was the one time in my life I wouldn’t get back. Eighteen, and still a virgin? I felt as though I had been raised in the dark ages. My parents were always so protective of me. Every frigging Sunday I had to go with them to church. Every Sunday they would invite back a family, not because they felt it was their Christian duty. It was because they hoped that I would show an interest in the families boys.
Please! These guys weren’t men. They were geeks.
I already had a guy. He was hot, sexy and had more charisma than they had combined together.
Matt Donovan. The quarter back with the body of a God, covered in tattoos.
Now there was an altar I was willing to kneel at! If only my parents knew they would have gone ballistic. I was the only child in our family and that only made them act even more protective. But they couldn’t protect me forever. College was my launching pad out of the nest and I for one wasn’t going to let some large bird mollycoddle me.
No, something had to change, I had big plans and it would start tonight.
The party was set to be held in George Washington National Forest. Every year the police would try to pinpoint where the location would be, and every year the party went ahead without any problems. Kids were smart, far smarter than the police. They knew when to zip it. It wasn’t just because the police would shut it down, but our parents in our small town community would have gone berserk.
What can I say? Our town was straight out of the movie Pleasantville.
Myself? I had kept my relationship with Matt under wraps for the past two months. We had known each other for the longest of time through school, but for one reason or another he was always hooked up with someone, and so was I. The timing was always off, but the flirting was always on. No matter who we were dating, there was this thing between us. Yep, a ‘THING’ that occurred every time we saw each other in the corridors, in the canteen or in class. It was if our eyes were glued to each other. Occasionally he would bump into me, apologize and walk off. I knew what he was doing. Getting a good shot of my tits, but I didn’t mind. Horny fucker!
I pulled my hair back into a tight pony-tail, and checked my phone. He was going to shoot me a text to let me know when he was coming over.
A week before college, we finally hooked up a house party. It seemed too surreal to finally find ourselves at a point in our lives where neither of us had someone. The following week, we spent as much time together as possible. Times were hot and heavy, and despite Matt’s attempts to get into my panties, I kept him at bay by telling him that we had to wait. I was turning
“Don’t fuck and drive!”
Crazy? Yep! But that’s actually what I thought I heard my mother say.
Thankfully, she repeated herself before I burst out laughing.
“Don’t fucking drink and drive.”
Yep, for someone who was a minister’s wife, she sure had a mouth on her.
How could I have misheard her? Truth was, sex was the only thing on my mind tonight. Losing my virginity was going to be epic and so was attending the party of the century.
I adjusted the lacy thong that sucked between my ass cheeks, moved my tits around in my pushup bra and slipped on blue jeans so tight they looked as if they were painted on. I gave a quick check in the mirror, applied some mascara, blush and a little lipstick and I was ready!
“Are you listening Victoria?”
No, but I’m sure half the neighborhood is, I thought.
It was the start of college, and we were told “The Party” was tradition. I was a freshman studying at Miller Motte Technical College in Virginia. My parents had high hopes and for the past year and half, like any overbearing parents they had been riding my ass on buckling down and studying. No parties. No boys, and most definitely no sex!
Are you fucking kidding?
It wasn’t that I didn’t think college was important; of course I was aware, just this was the one time in my life I wouldn’t get back. Eighteen, and still a virgin? I felt as though I had been raised in the dark ages. My parents were always so protective of me. Every frigging Sunday I had to go with them to church. Every Sunday they would invite back a family, not because they felt it was their Christian duty. It was because they hoped that I would show an interest in the families boys.
Please! These guys weren’t men. They were geeks.
I already had a guy. He was hot, sexy and had more charisma than they had combined together.
Matt Donovan. The quarter back with the body of a God, covered in tattoos.
Now there was an altar I was willing to kneel at! If only my parents knew they would have gone ballistic. I was the only child in our family and that only made them act even more protective. But they couldn’t protect me forever. College was my launching pad out of the nest and I for one wasn’t going to let some large bird mollycoddle me.
No, something had to change, I had big plans and it would start tonight.
The party was set to be held in George Washington National Forest. Every year the police would try to pinpoint where the location would be, and every year the party went ahead without any problems. Kids were smart, far smarter than the police. They knew when to zip it. It wasn’t just because the police would shut it down, but our parents in our small town community would have gone berserk.
What can I say? Our town was straight out of the movie Pleasantville.
Myself? I had kept my relationship with Matt under wraps for the past two months. We had known each other for the longest of time through school, but for one reason or another he was always hooked up with someone, and so was I. The timing was always off, but the flirting was always on. No matter who we were dating, there was this thing between us. Yep, a ‘THING’ that occurred every time we saw each other in the corridors, in the canteen or in class. It was if our eyes were glued to each other. Occasionally he would bump into me, apologize and walk off. I knew what he was doing. Getting a good shot of my tits, but I didn’t mind. Horny fucker!
I pulled my hair back into a tight pony-tail, and checked my phone. He was going to shoot me a text to let me know when he was coming over.
A week before college, we finally hooked up a house party. It seemed too surreal to finally find ourselves at a point in our lives where neither of us had someone. The following week, we spent as much time together as possible. Times were hot and heavy, and despite Matt’s attempts to get into my panties, I kept him at bay by telling him that we had to wait. I was turning
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