Paying the Price

It had been a long week. We had just hit midterms and it seemed like every junior level course at my university had decided to have projects due the same day. I had been up way too late working on those but had gotten most of them submitted and was confident I had done well.

How could I not, when I obtained all the assignments and tests keys well in advance. You know, the copy of a test the teacher uses to grade student tests, or gives to his TAs to grade with. I wasn't proud of being a cheat, but at least it helped me coast through college.

Not that I needed the knowledge anyway; I came from a wealthy family and Dad was a CEO. He insisted I get a degree that I could make a good life off, but as long as I got my diploma, I would probably be offered a job in his company, but most importantly get access to my trust fund. I didn't know the exact amount, but it could easily last me a lifetime if I managed it well.

I had a year and a half until I could get my diploma and move on with the rest of my life. "18 more months, Olivia, only 18 more months to go", I psyched myself up. That was a usual habit of mine whenever assignments started to pile up. I knew I had it easy compared to my classmates, but I still felt the stress of college like anyone else.

With me focusing on putting the finishing touches to my last assignment due for the week, I didn't notice the two guys creeping towards my table in the mostly empty study room. "Hey cutie, what are you doing alone on a Friday night? Wanna go for a drink with us?"

I sighed. I had never seen them before. Freshmen, probably. "Get lost, losers, can't you see that I'm busy?" The reply seemed to do the trick, as they both moved away, not without cursing me in the process of course. I was used to it. They weren't the first ones, and definitely not the last ones, to try their luck with me.

I liked to think I was a pretty girl. I was four inches over five feet tall, with dark, almost black hair and light green eyes. Since I didn't have to spend as much time studying as others, I exercised regularly, so I was quite slim, albeit more on the petite side with modest breasts that were only mid-B cup, with a decent flare for my hips and a nice little bubble butt. I was one of those girls with long slim legs that made me look taller than I really was.

Now, with the fact that I was well off and with a nice body to boot, as well as a cheat who had more time enjoying her life than usual college students, you may easily assume that I was quite popular with the guys. Well, if you thought so, then you were wrong.

On campus there seemed to be two types of girls, one group would sleep with anything with a pulse, and the other wouldn't sleep with hardly anyone. I was part of the second group. In fact, some would say I was the leader of the second group. By now, everyone knew the infamous rumor about me that went around during freshman year, which said that I caught one of my roommates in the act and used that to convince my parents to get me my own place off campus. It was all true. I couldn't stand slutty girls.

To others, I was one of those "saving herself for her husband" types who never ever accepted the multiple offers from guys to take me on dates. But I had my reasons to keep my virginity intact and honestly, I had no plans to lose it anytime soon.

But on this particular day, maybe due to the work overload, maybe due to the accumulated fatigue, I made a critical mistake. A mistake that would change my life forever...