Coed Witchery 101 - Chapter 2

Johnny was ok. He apparently got rushed to the emergency room and had to have a little reconstructive surgery on his nose, but it’s nothing that his daddy couldn’t afford. No one had an explanation for how it happened, but I didn’t care enough to worry about it. I was getting ready to leave.

Orientation at GSU starts early, right at the beginning of June. My graduation was the last weekend in May, so I had one week to get my stuff together, then it would be time to catch the bus east. I had already gotten most of the essentials for my dorm room from family members as graduation presents… extra long twin sheets, pillows, a coffee pot, shower sandals, all the things that they tell you you’ll need to keep from failing out of college. The stuff I couldn’t take with me on the bus was going to be shipped to me, courtesy of my lazy father who couldn’t get off his ass and get sober long enough to drive me there with my luggage.

Tuition and housing was almost completely paid by my scholarships, leaving a small amount that I would have to cover by taking out a small student loan each year. Not too bad for a highly-respected school. Mom and dad’s contribution would be to pay for my meal plan and send me $50 a month as a sort of allowance. That’s cool, I guess. It’s more than a lot of people get. I fully planned to get an on-campus job to supplement my income, once I got settled in at school.

My prized possession, my laptop, would be coming with me of course. I saved up for three summers to buy this laptop, paid $2500 for it, and I intended it to last me through all of college. I had a pretty substantial CD collection which I didn’t want to try to lug with me to school, so I set about copying all of my music to an external hard drive. That took up all of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday.

On Wednesday my mom surprised me by taking me shopping for a few new articles of clothing. She had always let me pick my style, not requiring that I wear what she wanted me to, so we went to Hot Topic and PacSun and anywhere else that held my style of clothes, and I ended up with three new outfits, one of which included a slightly provocative miniskirt. I decided that would be my first-day-of-classes outfit. Might as well flaunt my assets the first day, before the sorority sluts steal all the hot guys.

Thursday I decided to try to visit Tom once more before I left, so I called him up and we met at the mall for pizza. He brought a girl with him, I think her name was Heather. She looked like she could use some sleep, or at least some eyedrops, but that was probably just a good indication of how high she was. Tom and I talked a bit about what we thought college would be like, while Heather shopped for lip gloss and hand cream in the little bath boutique store. I’m not much for strong smelling lotions or soaps. Give me a good clean bar of soap to shower with, and a little spray of perfume, and I’m good.

Tom didn’t have to leave for State for another month, so he said he was planning to make as much as he possibly could dealing before it was time to leave, then he’d quit dealing and get a legit campus job. I smiled, nodded, and said all the right things, but I knew that wouldn’t last. Tom is a great guy, but he’s also a great dealer, and I was sure he would eventually get back into it.

As we were browsing CDs in the music store, we ran into another friend of ours, Rand Vitaro. Rand was not your typical Kentucky boy. His parents moved here from New York city to “get some fresh air” and liked it so much for some unknown reason that they ended up staying. Rand himself looked like he belongs in a city, not a slum like this. He was tall, with dark hair that was always just a bit tousled. His perfect teeth were in stark contrast to the cigarette he constantly had in his mouth, and his eyes always looked playful. Truth be told, I always had a crush on the guy. I guess he must’ve known about it, but he always had a girlfriend, all of whom were actually really cool. I was jealous of them, sure, but at least he didn’t date any of the pom-pom brigade. Recently, Rand’s girlfriend had moved out of state, and they had broken up last I heard. Hmm…

“Hey yo, what’s up?” Rand asked, pulling me into a quick but powerful embrace.

“Nothin’ except gettin’ out of this burg. You?”

“I’ll be here for another few weeks. Then it’s up to NYU where I belong. Screw this Kentucky shit.”

“Here, here,” Tom said, raising an imaginary glass. “To getting out of Nowheresville.”

Rand looked over at me and asked “So when are you leaving?”

“Saturday. Bus leaves at 12:42 in the afternoon.”

“Damn, I wish you weren’t headed out so soon. It would be cool to hang with you for a couple weeks before I head out. What are you up to tonight?”

My heart skipped about three beats, then I recovered and tried to play it off as nothing. “Oh, nothing much. Did you have anything in mind?”

“Impromptu graduation party. My house. Interested?” He grinned at me with that extremely sly look in his eyes.

“Very.” I tried to match his look, but probably just looked desperate. Oh well. If he didn’t know before now that I wanted him, now he does.

“Awesome, show up at 9, guys. Bring liquor if you have it, but I’ll have plenty available too. Parents will be up at the lake house until Monday.” Oh, did I mention that his parents are rich as hell? Yeah, a lake house. On Lake Michigan. They’re very rich.

“Sounds like a plan. See you then,” Tom said.

“Later,” I said, and he winked at me and walked away.

“Girl, if you don’t give him some tonight I’ll eat my shoe. Slut.” He grinned at me, and I threw a CD at him. Of course, he was right. Unless I was seriously mistaken, I was getting laid tonight.

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I went home and planned out the night. I took a bottle of gin out of my dad’s liquor cabinet. He’d never miss it, with the spread he’s got in there. I took a shower, straightened my hair, tried on three different tops before I decided on one, and chose to wear the skirt I had gotten the day before. It was short, but not overly revealing. The top I chose was a black tank top with zippers sewn in at random places, one of which was right across my left breast. Easy access and a fun game to play all at the same time. I switched out my normal nose ring for a jeweled stud, and put a matching jeweled nipple ring in my left breast. I had originally planned to get both nipples pierced, but the first one hurt so much I said I’d just stick with the one. I had really grown to like it, though. The tongue ring was a fairly new addition, so it couldn’t be switched out yet, but it was fine. Nine o’clock came, I put on some slightly provocative hooker boots and was ready to go.

I didn’t have to take the bus, as Tom had offered to drive me to the party. He came by at around nine fifteen, took one look at me and pantomimed the wolf from those old cartoons, howling and whistling. The girl he had at the mall wasn’t with him, instead a mutual friend named Carrie sat in the passenger seat. She gave me a thumbs up and told me I should tone it down or she’d never get anyone to look at her at this party. Carrie is a sweet girl, but sort of big, and so she was probably right, which made me a little sad for her. She wouldn’t hold it against me though, she’s not that type of person. I always liked her a lot.

It was only a fifteen minute ride to Rand’s house, even though it was out in the richest part of town. That tells you how big the town really is. We arrived at the house, and there were probably thirty cars parked in the driveway. Rand was always the type of guy who could bring different groups that didn’t get along together for a party. Another reason to really like the guy… he’s non-biased. Inevitably, several people always left these parties early after someone picked a fight, but Rand never let anything get physical. He’s a big guy, and when he tells you to take it outside, you take it outside.

As we walked up to the house, I marveled again, as I always did, at its size. Three stories, and as wide as four of my own house put together, the place looked like it could be a dorm, as opposed to a single family home. The house was all brick and stone, not a bit of siding or anything cheap like that in sight. The roof was a dark grey that somehow matched the dark bricks perfectly. There was, of course, a six car garage on the far side of the huge driveway, unattached from the house, where Rand’s father had his extremely expensive cars stored. At one party the year before, someone had gotten into the garage and egged his Hummer. Consequently, Rand’s dad had a security system installed on the garage that would alert the police if even Rand himself tried to touch the place. Everyone knew to stay away, for fear of the party getting busted.

We walked in the extravagant doors into the extravagant foyer, and were instantly assaulted with horrible rap music. Oh well. You have to deal with such a thing at a party. Everyone looked like they were having a good time, and Rand spotted me from one of the couches out of the corner of his eye and gave me a little wink and a nod. He pointed toward the kitchen, where the alcohol was always kept, and we headed there.

A huge assortment of alcohol, from champagne to Nattie Bo, was arrayed all over the kitchen. I put my gin down and helped myself to a Samuel Adams. I’ve always been a beer girl, not so much liquor. Since I’m kinda small, it only takes maybe 4 beers for me to be nicely wasted, so it works out well for me. I was planning to stop at two and a half tonight, so I could enjoy Rand and remember it vividly in the morning.

The party wore on, I had my couple drinks, danced with Tom and with Rand several times. The cheerleader crowd tried to steal him away every couple dances, but he would always just dance with one of them once, and then politely excuse himself to come find me. It made me feel special, and pretty much sealed the deal for him that night.

Eleven o’clock came around, and the party was in full swing. Rand found me and gave my ass a little squeeze under my skirt. “You wanna go upstairs and see my stamp collection?”

I laughed. “What a line. Does that work on all the girls as well as it’s working on me?” I grabbed his hand and pulled him up the stairs.

I’d never seen Rand’s room before, but it was pretty typical of a teenage guy. Posters of mostly naked chicks on one wall, band posters on most others. But his bed was huge! It looked very comfortable too.

He closed the door and asked me what type of music I would like to hear. I told him Saosin. We’d both expressed our love of the band before, and they were mellow enough not to ruin the mood.

After I took a quick look around the room, I settled down on his bed with my legs crossed and gave him a meaningful look. “So, what happened to Lindsay?”

“She couldn’t handle the distance. Washington State is a long way away. She dumped me about two weeks ago.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Rand. I had assumed it was mutual…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s better this way, because it gives me a chance to test out a theory I’ve had for years.” He moved over to the bed and sat down.

“What theory is that?”

“That you’re a great kisser.” He leaned over and kissed me softly, just testing the waters. “Theory confirmed.”

“Now hold on, science only works by repetition,” I said with a grin.

I know. We’re lame. Nerds. Dorks. I have no shame for that, because I was about to get one of the hottest guys in school into bed.

We kissed for a little while, just enjoying each other, and then we started getting a little more heated up. He found the zipper I had mentioned earlier, and enjoyed very much unzipping it and playing with my nipple ring a bit under my bra. It felt amazing. I was really getting turned on, so I pulled away slightly and pulled off my shirt. I had worn a very sexy VS bra that he could clearly see through. He pulled his shirt off also. My God he had a nice body. He kissed me again, more forcefully this time, and then he pulled the comforter down and we lay down together on the bed.

After some more playing through my bra, he reached around and unhooked it. He kissed along my neck and down my chest, stopping at the nipple ring. He stayed there for a minute or so. It was amazing. In fact, I was getting hotter by the second. Hotter… and hotter… and…

Suddenly, I heard a sizzle and he yelped and pulled back. “What the hell?!” he exclaimed.

My nipple ring was red hot. I looked at his face, and there was a small burn on his lower lip where it had touched the ring. What in the world? I started to freak out a bit, and then I noticed that my fingertips were starting to burn holes in his sheets. I brought my hands in front of my face and my fingertips looked like they were about to burst into flames.

Rand yelled “What the hell are you doing?!” and started to run for the door. Then he thought better of it and ran to the bathroom. After a few seconds of me sitting there, wondering what the hell to do, he came back with a bucket of water and doused me and the bed. The little fires that had started on the sheets were put out, and my fingers and nipples steamed away water and then went back to looking normal.

Rand, never one to panic, said “I don’t know what happened there, but I think you should probably go. We’ll just act like this never happened. Ok?”

I nodded dumbly, fumbled for my clothes, and put them back on. My skirt and panties were soaked from being doused. I headed for the door, wondering what on earth had just happened, and why it had to happen just when things were getting good.