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Chapter 2 – I spent more time on the spelling and grammar for this chapter. Still in the beginning stages of this tale, next chapter gets hotter. J Let me know what you think – all feedback appreciated!!
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Jenn groaned as she heard the sharp shrill of her alarm clock scream. She rolled over, smacked the snooze button, and promptly drifted off again. There were no classes today, so she decided to enjoy every minute of sleep she could. Half an hour later the alarm shrilled again. Jenn, finally awake, turned it off and decided to get dressed. She grabbed a tank top and a pair of shorts and decided to hit pool first thing. A good workout would get her ready to face the day.
She noticed the dorm seemed deserted as she descended the stairs to the lobby. Most of her fellow classmates apparently weren't early birds. Then again, they probably weren't woken up by a rooster at around 6:00 AM. Considering it was 6:30 AM, Jenn felt remarkably well-rested. She idly wondered how much dorm life would affect her sleep schedule as she passed through the lobby to the walkways that criss-crossed the campus.
She got lost five times finding the pool, even with the map. This place was HUGE and had so many trees it felt like she was living in a forest. Eventually, she found the pool, and promptly got lost trying to find the change rooms. Finally, after 45 minutes of walking, she dived into the mostly deserted pool. Well, the length pool at any rate, there seemed to be around 4 separate pools, plus hot tub, whirl pool, steam room and probably a children's pool somewhere.
Jenn felt remarkably relaxed as she glided through the water. The water was quite heavily chlorinated, nothing like the pure waters of the lake on the far end of the farm where she had learned to swim. Still, it felt good, especially in the mid-morning heat of the day. After around half an hour of intensive swimming, Jenn spent 10 minutes in the hot tub, where she was soon joined by a few members of the swim team.
"Hey there, you looked pretty good swimming there. Do you swim competitively?" A red-headed girl asked her.
"No, my school was way too small to have organized sports; I have been swimming since I was young, however. My name is Jenn, by the way."
"Nice to meet you, I'm Anne, and this is my friend Brit. We're both members of the varsity team," The red-head replied, gesturing to the black-haired Asian girl next to her.
"Yeah, we're always looking for new members. With some coaching and practice, you could be pretty good," Brit said.
"Hmm, well, I've never considered competitive swimming before. I'll consider it. I'm new here and still getting used to this massive campus."
"Where are you from? I'm from Detroit. My parents worked in the car factories. Well, until recently, at least," Anne replied.
"Yeah, the downturn seems to have hurt everyone. The farm got hurt pretty badly to – my parents are worried. So where are you from, Brit?" Jenn replied.
"I'm actually from Vancouver, British Columbia. My parents emigrated there from Japan many years ago. I'm studying second-year Political Science, what about you?"
"I'm taking a bit of everything in my first year. Philosophy, Psychology, Geography, Geology, Sociology, Business. I'm thinking about Agricultural Studies, maybe help my Dad run the family farm someday but I'm not sure. What about you Anne?" Jenn replied.
"I'm in third-year Sociology," Anne replied.
"So, if I wanted more information about the swim team, where would I go?"
"Oh, just go to the main Michigan State website, then Sports, Varsity Teams and Swimming. It's all on the internet nowadays. Speaking of, are you on Facebook?" inquired Anne.
"I'm a bit technologically inept. We kinda didn't get a computer until last year, and I'm still in the beginning stages of figuring it out. I'm not on Facebook or anything yet, but I will be soon. I'll see you around the pool though, I usually try and swim every morning," said Jenn.
"Wow, it sounds like you grew up in the wild," laughed Brit, "You have been to big cities right?"
"Yes, of course," Jenn replied somewhat indignantly, "We've gone on road trips to New York to visit family, and Philly. It's just the internet and computers that I'm still catching up on. Oh, and cell phones."
"Sorry, didn't mean any offense," Brit replied, "Coming from Vancouver it's little odd to hear."
"That's OK. Anyways, I should get going, I have a lot to get done today. Nice to meet both of you." With that, Jenn climbed out of the hot tub, grabbed her towel, waved goodbye and strode towards the change rooms. Was it just her, or did Anne check her out as she got out of the hot tub? Her blue bikini wasn't THAT revealing, was it?
Jenn quickly showered the chlorine off, then walked into the change room. A couple lockers down, another girl was changing into her bathing suit. Jenn preferred guys over girls, but every so often she met a stunning female form that she couldn't help but admire. This was one of those times. This girl was absolutely stunning. She seemed half-Latino, as her skin was a gorgeous coppery colour. She had big plump round breasts with perky nipples, bigger then Jenn’s – more like her sister Elly’s. Her wide hips accompanied her flat toned stomach.
Jenn wished she had gotten into the change room a few minutes earlier so she could have eyeballed the cutie a bit more. Jenn said a quick 'Hi' as she walked by, and resumed changing. Jenn was still thinking about the hot girl as she walked towards the dining hall for breakfast. After a quick breakfast of granola, tea and banana, Jenn found her way to the bookstore. Loaded with books, Jenn walked back to the dorm, and dropped them off.
The campus was finally getting busier, with students walking this way and that. She was surprised to see no sounds of life in her room, even at the 9:30 AM. Brian must have stayed up late. After dropping off her books, Jenn decided to map out her classes, and then check out some of the jogging paths through the wooded sections. As she walked towards what she hoped was her first classroom, she wondered what her other room mates would be like. Brian seemed nice enough, but would probably be focused on his sports most of the time.
She hoped she had some nice room mates. That would make the transition from the farm to school easier. Jenn contemplated on how different this place was from the farm as she found her second classroom. No early morning chores to do, no cows to milk, no farm animals. This was just making the homesickness worse. She resolved to contact Elly soon and see how she dealt with it her first term. Yes, that would be a good idea.
Jenn started wondering what her classes and professors would be like as she found her last class. The transition from the partial home schooling she had up until now to these massive auditoriums that were apparently her classrooms would be daunting. It looked like 300 people could fit into some of them! She idly wondered how she would ever adjust to this as she exited the building and started wandering down one of the many paths through the forest.
A growl in her stomach snapped her out of her deep thoughts, and she decided to swing by the cafeteria on her way back to the dorms. Maybe some of her other roommates would be here by then!
Jenn grabbed a sandwich and drink, and decided to eat it back at the dorm. She still had to figure out the school website, check her e-mail and maybe see how that Facebook thing worked and it was already 1:00pm. Of course she knew what Facebook was! She grew up on a farm, but hardly in the wilderness as that Brit had implied. The farm had satellite TV and internet. Jenn was too busy to use either much, but at least she wasn't trapped in some concrete jungle with no outdoors like New York or Vancouver.
The waiting room was packed as she re-entered the lobby of the dorm. Finally things were starting to pick up. As she entered her room, she noticed Brian chatting with 3 students she hadn’t met yet in the kitchen. They looked up as she walked through the door.
"Hey, I'm Jenn," she said as she crossed the common space, somewhat nervously.
“Hey Jenn,” Brian said, “This is Adam, Jason and Courtney.”
Adam was a tall fairly muscled black guy, with rather striking features. His short-cropped black hair complemented his cleanly shaven chocolate-coloured face. He was clearly an athlete, probably a runner or swimmer judging by his body. Jason was fairly average-looking, in good shape but probably not the athlete type. He had a mischievous glint to his eyes, like he knew something she didn’t, and had a slight smirk on his face. Jenn got the impression that he was in charge of the conversation she had just interrupted.
Courtney was the girl she saw in the change room. She looked even more stunning with her hair dried and flowing loosely past her shoulders. The tight tank top she had on accentuated her breasts, which nicely went along with the tight shorts she had on. Jenn was amazed that she would be sharing a dorm with her – the chances of that were very small in this massive university.
An easy conversation followed, as they all got to know one another. Adam was actually from Lansing, Michigan, where Michigan State is located. His family owned a restaurant, but he seemed keen to finish his program – of which he was in his third year – and get as far away from Michigan as possible. He currently has a girlfriend, although a jab by Jason implied that it was a rocky relationship. Adam, Jason and Brian obviously knew each other from prior years.
Jason was a more interesting character. He apparently hailed from somewhere in Wyoming – but Brian and Adam laughed at this. This was his third year at Michigan State, but he didn’t seem to be close to being finished anything. When asked what he was taking, he muttered something about Geography and quickly changed the subject. He seemed to be more of a partier then a studier.
Brian cut Jason off before he could start explaining the party scene more and asked Courtney what she was in. Courtney seemed to be a first-year student, like Jenn, and wanted to take creating writing courses and become an author. She clearly was partially Latino, but didn’t want to talk too much about it. She was from Arizona, and clearly loving the current late-August heat wave Michigan was enduring. Jenn wanted to find out more about her, but was cut off with a comment by Jason.
“Ok, enough chit-chat ladies, let’s get down to serious business,” he interrupted, “How old are you two ladies?” The immediate grins and glances on Adam and Brian’s faces implied they knew exactly what Jason was about to say.
“I’m 17,” Jenn replied.
“I’m 18,” said Courtney, “but what does it matter to you?”
“It means everything to a lot of people, but jack-shit to me. Look, I got … ‘connections’ let’s say. I can acquire goods that you two will be very interested in, especially given your age. Like everything, it comes with a price,” he paused for a second, and Courtney butted in. She apparently didn’t take shit from anyone and was distrustful of Jason. Jenn wanted her to shut up so Jason could keep on speaking, as she was very intrigued by what he was going to say.
“Goods? What sort of goods? Stop talking in riddles!” Courtney demanded.
“Shhh shhh, keep it down,” Jason replied, looking around as if there were microphones in the walls, “give me a minute to explain what I mean, trust me, you’re going to appreciate this.” Brian and Adam nodded in agreement. Jenn was now extremely interested.
“Look, you two are currently not of age to enjoy some of the finer things in life. I’m talking about booze, and more then just beer. I have connections that can get you anything you want cheap. My brother works at a bar; I know what I’m talking about. I can get you anything, whisky, vodka, gin, whatever. I can also get … harder shit, but that’s for another day. Are you interested? If you say no, that’s fine, this conversation stops now. If you say yes, then we can find a mutual understanding, if you get my drift.” Jason said in a low voice.
Jenn was now excited, and a bit nervous. She had drunk before – her three older brothers had made damn sure of that. Her parents would give her sips of wine at dinner, and sips of beer since she was about 12. Their philosophy was that she was going to drink before she was 21 anyways, so she might as well do so in a controlled environment. This made total sense to Jenn. When she turned 16, she was allowed the occasional beer or glass of wine at dinner.
She knew that her parents like alcohol. Her Dad grew a small field of hops and barley and made his own beer. She understood that it was illegal as hell, but there was too much activity on the farm for any inspector to notice it. Dad probably had a clever excuse if anybody every discovered it and reported it. When she was 15, her brothers introduced her to the secret underground cellar Dad had that had the good stuff. It had about 200 bottles of wine, several barrels of homemade beer and whisky. It hadn’t taken her long to discover a liking for the whisky. Beer and wine were alright, but lacked the flavour.
“I’m interested. Tell me more,” Jenn eagerly replied. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed Brian and Adam exchange more grins and glances. She wasn’t sure what they were thinking, but didn’t particularly care at this particular point in time. She was very curious as to the cost. Elly had told her stories about university life, including sexual favours, but surely this couldn’t be what Jason was implying. Was it?
“Yeah, sure,” Courtney cautiously replied.
“You two have drank before, right?” Jason asked.
Jenn and Courtney replied at the same time. “Yes.” “No.”
“Hmm, interesting. Anyways, here is how this works. You have a meal card issued by the university that is good for three meal vouchers per day. If you give me one voucher per day, then I can supply you with all the booze you can handle. You don’t need three vouchers, since they always have a selection of sandwiches at breakfast. Grab a couple, a drink, whatever, smuggle it in your backpack and put it in the fridge here. Then you got breakfast, lunch and dinner on two meal vouchers!”
Jenn relaxed slightly as she learned the plan - and was impressed. And curious. “What do you do with the extra meal vouchers? I didn’t know we could transfer vouchers like that.”
He gave her a long stare. “We’ll talk when we know each other better. All’s I’m saying is that I got connections, and you ain’t gonna get into trouble if the shit hits the fan.” He looked over at Courtney. She seemed nervous by the whole scheme. “So, you’ve never drank before?”
“Nope, I was raised Roman Catholic. My Mom’s never drank in her life. I’m … I’d … well, I’ll try it, see if I like it I guess. University is all about new experiences after all.”
“Fantastic.” Jason cracked a smile. Courtney had let her defensive wall down, and he seemed like it was all his doing. “Let’s have a cold one to seal the deal!” Jason opened the fridge and pulled out 5 beers, deftly opened them, and passed them out.
Jenn took a big swig of the beer, a Sam Adams, and grimaced slightly.
“What’s wrong? You said you’ve drank before?” Jason asked, his expression dimming.
“I’m used to my Dad’s homemade beer. He grows his own hops and barley and has a little micro-brewery on the farm. This stuff is a bit bitter for my taste. I’m not complaining, mind you, given the heat it’s quite nice.” Jenn quickly re-assured him. She didn’t want to say anything to get on his bad side. Especially someone like Jason who clearly knew how things worked around here and could help her settle in.
“That’s good, what about you?” He asked, turning to Courtney. She had taken a small sip, then a larger sip.
“It’s … interesting … I think I need to get used to the flavour a bit.”
“Good, good, keep an open mind.” Jason replied.
“So, how do we make ‘orders’ Jason?” Jenn inquired. She was curious to experiment with other types of booze. Her brothers had told about exotic sounding liqueurs and she was curious to try some of them.
“No, not Jason, I go by J.” After a few minutes of mocking from Adam and Brian, he continued. “Well, I do keep some supplies on hand. Look up.” Everyone instinctively looked up.
“What do you see?” He asked.
“Besides the ceiling?” Courtney asked, bewildered.
“Exactly.” He grabbed a chair, stood on it, pushed on a ceiling tile and slid it to the side. He then reached a hand up, grabbed a bottle, handed it to Adam, then grabbed two more and came back down. “Now what do you see?” he asked with a mischievous grin.
“That’s brilliant!” exclaimed Jenn. Even Courtney, who was clearly a bit more reserved then the naturally outgoing Jenn, seemed impressed.
“Don’t say that too much, we don’t need his ego inflated any more,” laughed Brian.
“Ignore the loudmouthed fag over there,” J joked, although Jenn knew that Brian was definitely not gay from personal experience. “So, here we have some fine vodka, some gin and some Jagermeister. Anybody up for a drop shot?” He asked, half-joking.
“Absolutely!” The fact that it was 3:00 in the afternoon did not tamper Jenn’s enthusiasm, even a little. J’s mischievous grin widened as he grabbed some shot classes, opened the fridge, and started pouring liquids with his back turned to them. Jenn was very curious. She had sipped on plenty of her Dad’s whisky in the past, chugged her share of beers but had never experienced a drop shot before. She had no idea how surprised she would be.
“OK,” J said as he turned around and handed a larger and smaller shot glass to Jenn. Courtney looked on curiously, but was still working on her beer. “Here’s how this works. Drop the small one into the big one and down the fucker!”
Jenn did as she was told. The first sensation she felt was a burning one as the liquor flowed down her throat. But she also felt … a burst of energy? Caffeine? “What was that?”
“My dear, you just had your first JagerBomb. Red Bull with a drop show of Jagermeister. What’d you think?” J replied. He was looking at her with … approval? Adam and Brian were also looking at her, with small grins on their faces. Jenn wasn’t very good at reading people, but she could tell she was being judged. She would have been mortified if she had any clue as to what they were actually thinking about her.
Jenn shook her head a bit. “Wow, OK, I’m going to eat lunch now. That and the beer was enough for now. I’m definitely in for your plan though, how do we transfer vouchers?”
“We can do that later. How’s the beer?” J asked Courtney. She was a little over halfway finished it.
“It’s … OK … still getting used to the flavour. Definitely not ready for whatever Jenn just had.” She gave Jenn a small smile. “I am interested in your little scheme as well.”
“Awesome, you chicks rock! Gotta put this back before the others come though. Big guy, gimmee a hand. Drink up; we need to get rid of the bottles.” J was suddenly all business as he realized that others could walk through the door. Jenn was impressed, and could seem him dominating a much larger crowd with his forceful personality. She gunned down the rest of her beer, and handed the empty bottled to Adam. Courtney tried to emulate her, but nearly chocked and decided to slow down.
As the guys put the booze back in its hiding place, Jenn decided to each lunch. She chatted with Courtney while she ate. Courtney was evidently a specialist in nails, perfume and all that stuff. Jenn wasn’t and didn’t care much, but listened politely anyways. After a while, Jenn finished, and decided to get changed and check e-mails. She was still sweating and decided a loose short summer top and skirt fit the bill. Without a bra – much too hot for that.
After awhile, she came back into the common area. J, Adam and Brian were deep into an intense discussion, which immediately halted when she came out of her room. She heard a mutter, something like ‘See? Told you so!’, followed by a round of quiet chuckling. The three of them were looking at her, smirking.
“Hey Jenn, looking pretty good there!” J commented, as they watched her walk out of her room with a bounce in her step. Well, not just in her step.
“Thanks.” Jenn replied, with a small flirty smile. They grinned back at her, and then looked at each other as she practically bounded to the bathroom.
Jenn didn’t share their view about her looks. To her mind, she was fairly modestly dressed. Jenn had a very poor concept of how guys saw her, another fault with growing up on the farm. To her mind, she was a regular girl, not too pretty but not particularly ugly either. She had no idea that she was the wet dream of most guys, mostly her body, but also for her innocence and sense of adventure. She had no idea how attractive her simple ways were to some guys, particularly her dislike for wearing bras.
Had she more common sense, she would have realized that the JagerBomb and beer was an experiment, one which had worked perfectly for the guys. She also didn’t realize how close these three were, or just how close they knew each other. Her years at university were going to teach her many things, but at the moment she was clueless about what.
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