The drive to the cabin

You can barely wait until classes are over on Friday, but the time comes and you see Derek’s car pulling up to the dorm. You throw your duffle bag in the trunk and get in the front seat with Derek. Renee and Sandy are in the back seat.

The 2-hour drive to the cabin gives you a chance to get to know Derek better. Like Sandy and Renee, he is a senior. He and Sandy have been going out for a couple of months. He is friendly, but not super talkative. You imagine Sandy’s interest in him is not for his ability to make conversation, and not for the first time, you sneak a glance at his toned, tall body as he drives, paying close attention to the bulge between his legs.

“Is this your first time to the cabin?” you hear Sandy ask her roommate.

“Yes. I’m really looking forward to seeing it. Derek has talked about this so much, that I can’t wait.”

“Bryan wants to know if there are communal showers,” says Sandy, and you hear the teasing in her voice.

“No, it’s not very rustic at all,” Derek answers. “Two bathrooms, and three bedrooms... The only ‘rustic’ piece is no television.”

“No television!” says Sandy, with exaggerated dismay. “Whatever will we do to pass the time?”

The girls laugh, and Sandy says, “In case you haven’t noticed, we have a tv in our room, and I haven’t seen you and Derek turn it on yet when he’s there. I guess something else is always getting turned on!”

You feel a hand patting you on your shoulder and Sandy asks, “Are we embarrassing you, Bryan? I know how young and innocent you are!”

“Yeah, I have no idea what you are talking about,” you answer. “I’m still waiting for someone to explain the birds and the bees to me.”

“That’s not what I hear from Sandy,” says Renee. “Or from half of your dorm, if the stories are true.”

“You’re a fine one to talk,” says Sandy. “Until you met Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome here, you were developing quite the reputation yourself. You guys should have seen her our freshman year. She started off so shy and proper, but by second semester, she was Little Miss Popularity at the Chi Lambda fraternity.

You look at Derek to see if it bothers him to hear this about his girlfriend, but he is smiling, apparently enjoying it.

“Well, I was just pacing myself at first, getting a feel for things. I don’t think you were waiting until second semester before you were picking off guys.”

“I didn’t wait for Freshman Orientation before I got started,” says Sandy. “Remember that dance they had so the new class could get to know each other? Well, I was getting to know Caleb Ansberry that night.”

“He’s my R.A.,” you tell them. You wonder if Sandy knows that Caleb is closeted and comes to you for blowjobs when he isn’t getting enough from the ladies. You also wonder if you were ever the one to finish him off after Sandy got him started.

“Caleb and I were roommates our freshman year,” says Caleb. “I wonder why I never saw you around then, Sandy? We could have had an extra three years together.”

“Probably because you were too busy checking out all the girls who wanted to get to know the new star basketball player. I spent quite a few nights with Caleb, and I don’t remember your bed looking like it was getting a lot of use.”

Derek grins and says, “Yeah... I guess I was sowing my wild oats then. There were a few girls.”

“A few?” says Sandy. “Nancy Overstreet told me about the time the basketball team went to State Finals and how she stayed in the same hotel with you guys. The way she describes it, it’s amazing you guys scored any points on the court, since you were awake all night scoring with anyone with boobs.”

“So, Bryan....” says Renee in a voice that tells you she has something up her sleeve. “We’ve told our secrets. What about you? How long did you wait until you grabbed some college pussy?”

They all look at you expectantly. “Oh, let’s see.... I think it was second semester... of my freshman year .... of high school. Um.... does it count that it was just a community college that she was going to?”

Sandy bursts out laughing. “How old were you? Fourteen?! You started sleeping with girls when you were 14?”

“Well no,” you admit. “You asked about college girls. I started sleeping with girls when I was 13.”

The girls start laughing, and Derek looks at you and grins, offering you a knuckle punch.

“You are the biggest slut of all of us,” says Sandy. “I can’t believe you lost your virginity when you were only 13!”

Renee bursts out laughing. She knows what is coming.

“Well, that’s not true,” I say, slowly. “I lost my virginity the year before that.”

Sandy looks confused. “I thought you said you first slept with a girl when you were —“ Realization dawns on her face, and she laughs, slapping you on the shoulder. “You really ARE a slut!”

“If it’s any consolation, I didn’t have my first college guy until I was 17 — so I’m practically still a virgin in that regard.”

“Trust me ... he’s more than made up for the late start,” says Renee.

You look at Derek, wondering what he thinks about this revelation about you, but his face gives nothing away.

“I hope we have enough booze for the weekend,” says Renee. “I’m worried we might run out.”

“You should have said something,” you say. “I know a guy who works at a liquor store. He buys for me whenever I ask.” Given the grief they just gave you about being a slut, you refrain from telling them the arrangement you have with him for sexual favors in exchange for the ****.

“We should have plenty,” says Derek. “It’s gonna be a blast.”

With that, the car pulls up in front of a secluded cabin on a wooded lake. You help Derek carry the stuff inside and get a quick tour. Renee takes Derek by the hand and says, “Derek and I will be ... busy ... for a little bit. You kids make yourselves at home!”

With that, she leads her handsome stud into their room and closes the door.