Remembering College, Part 1:Playing Trivial Pursuit (mmmmff) [just setup] | 2016

This happened three years ago, when I was a different person. I was eighteen, immature, small-minded and selfish. Maybe I was naïve, but not entirely innocent of guilt. I was a freshman going to school out of state. Most of the students were local, and I always felt a bit out of place. I always thought my high school experience was boring, it was never like anything I saw on tv, and I could hardly call them the best years of my life. I knew college would be different. It’s that place you go where you can live out a life without supervision, where you explore your career options and grow into an adult. Also, you get super drunk and attend house parties. The showers were coed (!) and people were sporty and intelligent. I chose a school with a high party rate and hookup culture, but told my parents my second reason for going there: the decent Environmental Science program.

When I actually arrived, I stayed the same. I couldn’t go out drinking or screwing boys. No, I was the type of girl who stayed in on Friday nights and played Pictionary. I baked cakes for people on their birthdays. I knitted. I only had two close friends at the time, Taylor and Ashley. Taylor was more of a nurturing type: a loving and supportive girl from the Midwest who came from a messy family life, but somehow was always so positive and helpful. She was stocky, maybe a bit fleshy, but with that smile I thought she looked like a pinup girl. Ashley, on the other hand, tall and thin. She was sporty, you could tell from her taut muscles and how her legs look sculpted in her conservative khaki shorts or her tight abdomen when it sometimes peaked through her t-shirt. She wrote science fiction novels for fun, practiced riflery, and tried to get all of us to dress up as the cast of Firefly for Halloween. She probably had A-cups, she hardly filled out her dress, but she was always the first to be asked to dance by the boys. I remember that I was so mad when I met her boyfriend that year, a tall lanky guy named Brandon with an awkward toothy smile and bug eyes. He looked gay in those polo shirts and I wish I had told him that. How were we going to spend any time together if she was going to spend the weekends with him? We didn’t have any classes together, and at most it seems like the only thing we did anymore was stand silently, brushing out teeth next to each other. Ashley never wore a bra underneath that purple cotton tank top.

Taylor also got a boyfriend. His name was Josh. He was not as tall as Brandon, but with a more defined body. He was a self-proclaimed asshole who talked about reddit constantly. Later on I found out he was just insecure and needed validation as much as I did, but in a different way. I always thought it was so cool how indifferent he was, how he was willing to be rude to people to their face. Heck, he even had a light tuft of a beard, which at the time I thought was the height of badassery. He played soccer, and you could tell. His room always smelled like grass and sweat, though I always found it a bit sexy even if his eyelashes were long and gave him an innocent, lamb like quality. We would all go to his room after classes ended for the week and play card games. My favorite game though was trivia. We’d take a bunch of Trivia Pursuit cards from a box found in the lobby from 1982, shuffle them out of order, and then ask questions. If it was the person’s turn and they did not know the answer, they had to pay a penalty by doing whatever the person asking wanted. It was around 10, and we were all packed together on Josh’s dirty floor. All I could smell was boy sweat and Axe body spray as I was pushed close to the wall and up against another boy Josh knew who was trying to get more space. As he was pushing, his hand accidentally brushed across my upper thigh, causing me to flinch under my jeans and I kicked him. I couldn’t hear the question, but I saw Josh was asking Taylor. I was so hot in that tiny room! I was sweating out of control and hoped no one noticed. I wished I had worn a top underneath my sweater. The answer was Lech Walesa, which Taylor must not have said, since she was pullng off her top, showing her purple bra and ample breasts, about 34D. Taylor didn’t seem too embarrassed, but I could tell she was self-concious. Unfortunately, it started a precedence of strip trivia which I felt like I was obligated to watch. A few more cards: Hawaii, Martini, West Germany, Readers’ Digest. Everyone had gotten their answers wrong and tops had come off. It was my turn now, and the boy who had brushed against my thigh looked at his card. “In this work, Miranda exclaims, Oh brave new world that has such people in it!”

Easy. “Shakespeare.”

“I’m sorry, this says Aldous Huxley.”

“Well the card is wrong,” replied Taylor. Enough of us knew our Shakespeare (we had even argued over character motivations and alternative interpretations of Hamlet only a week ago), so I was spared. Still, my sweater was drenched in sweat, my palms soaked, and I could feel my nipples poking out through my clothes, hoping they weren’t visible in the dim room. Taylor got her next question wrong. I couldn’t stop staring as I heard the light snap of the fastenings of her bra as it fell on the floor, her pale breasts falling out as no one made a sound. I shifted myself into a ball, my legs pressed against my chest as I took in deep breaths and stared at the floor. More questions: Thomas Edison, George Foreman, Austrailia, Babe Ruth. Bottoms off, only boxers now. My turn. That handsy boy is a little too close for comfort, as he leans in, looking me in his green eyes as he asks me what the capital of Yugoslavia was.

“Belgrade?” Where did that come from? I guess I must have known it somehow.

“You should probably take of your shirt anyway,” jokes Josh.

“Well where’s the fun in that?” I smile weakly and take a large gulp of coconut rum.

Taylor lost the next question, which had something to do with Bjorn Berg. And her jeans came off. Of course she wore granny panties. I didn’t fare any better, but it just seemed so…her. Her body jiggled as she was giggling, ripples moving down her stomach as Josh smacked her ass and I could see some of the boys were having a difficult time sitting still. Both of the boys next to me had moved closer, though I was the only one who had remained fully clothed. Some of them were able to get correct answers, some weren’t, and it was a little strange when some of them finally got naked. This was the first time I’d seen a penis in person. Ok, it was about three, including Josh’s. I wondered if things were going to get weird and I asked that.

“If you want to leave you can.” All I had to look forward to was my Netflix Instant account. I stayed. My turn.

“Name this invention by Otto Titzling.”

“That does not sound like a real person,” I laugh.

“It’s on the card,” replied Josh, “It must be true.”

I shrug. “Never heard of him.”

“Apparently, he invented the brassiere.” He did not, it was actually a work of fiction from 1971.

I pulled off my sweater to reveal the flimsy bra I was wearing. My mother never believed in padded bras. I had large breasts to begin with, and buying padded ones would only make the problem worse in her eyes. So, she bought me the only unpadded ones she could find. They were made of a thin, sheer material in bright colors and hardly had any support, but I never had the heart to tell her they were lingerie. I was regretting that now as five excited post-teenagers could see right through my bra and see my brown little button nipples underneath the bright pink sheer.

“Doesn’t leave much to the imagination,” muttered one of them approvingly. All eyes were on me. I made a motion to cover them with my hands, but they were cold and I could feel them harden underneath my touch, and they could see it. I could feel what I thought was sweat running down my legs, but I found out later was not. I bit my lip and stared at Josh’s floor, feeling each speck of dust.

“I better go.” I stood up and pulled my sweater back on, all eyes still on me. As embarrassed as I was, I liked the attention. It was both unsettling and electrifying at the same time.

“It’s only 10:30” protested Josh.

“Tay, you coming with?” I asked, grabbing my coat.

“Um, yeah. I think I have a history paper due Monday.” She grabbed her clothes and haphazardly staring to pull them on, and I could see there was a wet spot on the underside of her panties. I don’t know why, but that made me blush while nothing before had.

That night, I went to my room. My roommate was gone again, probably for a while. I stripped out of my clothes immediately, not caring that the window was open. I was surprised to see my panties were soaked, and I was still sweating, even though it was winter. I hastily pushed my hands down my pants and over my clit, that little nub that I had only recently began to notice and rubbed furiously, thinking about Talyor and Josh and how they were kissing each other, groping each other. How Josh's hands moved down those granny panties and how her eyes closed when she moaned deeply. Him taking them off, and she is dripping. If I had stayed, would they have fucked? Why did I want to see that?

I finished, and I panted heavily on my damp sheets. Later that night I submitted to gonewild for the first time. I knew Josh would see me there. I wondered if Taylor would too.