Co Ed Experiment (Closed)

Asa

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They were a part of an experiment... The university had an old house on the property that they were forbidden by the historical society to tear down so they remodeled the interior a little to turn the bathroom into a bigger set up with more shower stalls toilets etc. Leaving the student rooms and the rest of the houses interior and exterior decor and structure the the exact old Victorian style and design.

There were 5 girls and 5 boys chosen to stay in the house. The girls had ranged from a cheerleader to a "street tough" and the guys had ranged from a jock to wealthy to nerd during the course of the first semester... The football player had damaged his knee beyond repair to keep playing so he lost his scholarship and had to drop out. Two of the boys were found out to be selling test answers and drugs and were kicked out leaving the only two males and Steve was busy with his "friend" off campus half the time when he wasn't in class.

As for the girls Tonya got too freaked out by the whole set up and transfered... Meagan dropped out for reasons unknown but everyone suspected that she was involved in the drug sales... Brielle's Mother had a fit and forced the university to move her daughter into a normal dorm and Shelia was more interested in trying to pledge to a sorority the next semester so she could technically live with her girlfriend.

This left only two students that mainly lived in this big house...
 
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The first thing set up in his new dorm room was his computer and massive stereo. Michael got his brand new iMac rolling so that he could start streaming music as he unpacked and got settled in his new place. He looked around his oddly decorated room and mentally planned where everything would go without taking into account the possibility that he could have a roommate. At this point, he hadn't heard if anyone was supposed to be rooming with him and he didn't much care. Running back to his small, beat up truck, next he grabbed his bass and box of pedals. It was really odd to him that he hadn't run into the other 9 students supposedly living in this house, but he typically was always super early to anything.

As he ran down the stairs for a next trip the mixture of thoughts flooding through his head made him really ignore how odd and out of place this old Victorian house was on a modern day college campus. He didn't really care where he lived at this point being that he spent the last year and a half in a mixture of cars, vans, and buses traveling around the country with his band. Yes, he was really disappointed that his band "Brick Hammer" hadn't made it big and broke up instead, but he had to be thankful that the university had accepted him last minute. His acceptance letter had come with some letter and contract about being part of some social experiment, but Michael hadn't really read much of it. He was pretty introverted, so it didn't really matter where he lived or who was around him.

The next few hours were filled with trips back and forth to the truck, and then the time of unpacking getting everything perfect. Being a little OCD made getting everything in his room pretty easy and the way Michael's brain worked lended itself to getting everything just perfect on the first go round. His computer was ready to go, his bass and amp were set in the corner, his trunk of porn blu-rays and sex toys were stashed under the bed, and his TV with Playstation 3 we set up with ample room for sitting and gaming. He would have to wait another day until his CBR600 streetbike was delivered by the shipping company, but he could wait that long to go for a ride.

Without another peep in the house heard, Michael sat back in his comfy lounge chair and thought about what to do. His guild wasn't raiding in World of Warcraft for a few more hours tonight, so he decided he had a little time for a relief. He pulled out his trunk from under his bed and flicked through the porn that he had inside. His eyes gravitated to a naughty movie with a retro theme to it with his favorite pornstar Stoya in it. Tossing the disc in his Playstation, Michael sat back and relaxed. The bulge in his pants began to grow for quite a while before he uncaged it and started stroking slowly.

This house was comfortable and he just knew that this first year of his musical theory studies was going to be awesome.
 
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Loren's classic Harley roared up to house. She had already been crashing here after most of the others had managed to get moved or kicked out and now they were adding a guy to the mix. She had no clue and no care at all about it. Most of the guys on this campus were normally too scared of her or put off by her tough as nails with the temper and fighting skill. She was older than the others they were trying this little experiment with... she figured it was a way of getting her our of the dorms and in a smaller environment so that she scared fewer people.

She had just come off a 10 hour shift at the local garage on her day off from classes. Walking in the front door of the house her sleeveless shirt revealing the sleeve tats that went nearly to her wrist on one arm and nearly that far on her left. Long raven hair pulled back in a braid down her back, crimson colored tank smeared with oil and dirt from work black jeans and heavy swat boots. She headed up to her room and then to the showers not hearing anyone in there.
 
Michael heard a deep rumbling outside of his dorm room window and quickly shut off the TV and zipped up his erection. Going over to take a look he saw the girl park the bike right outside of the house and start walking in.

"Damn, why the fuck would anyone ride one of those archaic machines? I guess that is one of my roommates though."

Honestly, he was a bit intimidated though. Michael had never been a very big "ladies man" and the thought of a girl perceivably being more powerful or stronger than he was totally put him off. He quickly checked out the tats as she walked closer and saw the general "fuck off" world swagger in her step. He knew that some girls did this to get attention, but this one honestly looked that she would tell anyone to "fuck off" and force it with fists if she needed to.

As she stormed in the house, Michael simply put his head out of his doorway, but didn't see her walk by. A few more doors slammed shut in the house, then the water was running. He kinda was shocked that no one else had come home in the few hours he had been at the house. Michael was starting school at the beginning of the second semester and this house had apparently been lived in by the same group of people for the last semester, at least that is what the acceptance letter had said.

"I guess this will be as good a time as any to meet her. Hopefully a few other roommates will show up before she gets out of the shower. I really wonder where everyone is?"

Michael crept out of his room and into the house common area. Grabbing a drink out of the fridge, he slunked into the couch and tossed on the tv finally landing on an episode of "Scrubs" to pass the time.
 
About an hour later she walked back out into the main part of the house in a pair of denim shorts and a tank top adorned with the band Sonata Arctica on it. Looking over...

So you their new side show act for the experiment house? Names Loren... what about you?

She explained to him what had happened to the others and that it as them and two others who were hardly there for now due to spending time with their love interests...
 
"Side show act? Whatever do you mean by that? My name is Michael, it is nice to meet you Loren. Nice shirt by the way."

Listening to story of the others leaving made sense why no one was here. It was curious to him that he had been invited to the house in its current state of falling apart, but in the end he didn't care very much. The thought of having a big house like this mostly to himself was pretty cool...more time to have loud jam sessions, watch porn without interruption, or generally just avoid people.

"So pretty much you have had the house to yourself the last few months? How has that been treating you? It is pretty much just us now?"

After the handshake and introduction, Michael sat back into the couch and sipped back on his Mountain Dew. The tank and shorts did a great job of showing off the visible tattoos that she had and for a second the thought floated through his head, 'I wonder if those tits are fake'.

Snapping out of it, he tried to listen to Loren again as a person and try to get to know his roommate a bit better.
 
They have 4 semesters to show the board of directors this little plan of theirs will work... So far they have been real winners on picking people.

She laughed...

I was actually living here before... I apparently "scare" too many people to live in a regular dorm or sorority.

She shrugged.

That your truck out there? You ever need it worked on let me know... I work down at Aces down the road... Cross from the "biker bar" rougher or "bad" part of town the way most of these trust fund twits around here talk.
 
"I didn't really read the letter of acceptance into this house, so what exactly are they trying to prove works?

It is my truck out there and thanks for the offer, but for the most part that little thing does a pretty good job. Never had many problems with it, but if I do need help I guess I'll ask."

Michael had no intention of asking her to work on his truck. She might look all gruff and shit, but she was undoubtedly used to working on basic machines like her bike.

"I think I played at that biker bar a while back with my band. Sure the area of town wasn't that great, but it wasn't like there was gunfire or anything during the show. What are you studying in school here?"
 
Double major actually Psychology and Mechanical Engineering. Already have a more fuel efficient engine design plan in the hands of auto manufacturers to make trucks vans and SUV's more fuel efficient.

She grabbed a coke zero from the kitchen and walked back in.

From best I can glean from their double talk the psychological affect on the students and how fast it breaks down or we pair up or if we all just sink into orgies and such as that. Its actually kinda funny... you wouldn't think they want a Psych major in the mix.
 
"I have been meaning to ask, how are the orgies?"

Michael thought he would crack a joke. This chick was pretty serious and to be double majoring in those 2 degrees, pretty nuts too.

"Are we being observed too, like video cameras and shit?"
 
No orgies yet... least not that I know of... Like I said people tend to end up scared of me.

She laughed about his joke.

No no cameras just the occasional administrative questionnaire and visits. So what else ya wanna know about our happy little house?
 
"I guess that is about it. We are the only 2 that are actually living here then? I guess if that is the case we better establish some ground rules, I guess. I think not going in each other's room is a basic one, maybe nothing 'out of the ordinary' done in the common room. And pick up after yourself? Sound good?"

He really didn't know what to do with Loren. Michael had never lived with a girl before, and basically was just used to shacking up with guys all the time.

"Why do you keep saying that everyone avoids you? I mean, you seem cool enough. Sure, the tats, hair, and bike give you the gruff exterior...but what's to be scared of?"
 
My first year here a professor hit on me trying to convince me to do a little extra to ace his class and I put him in the hospital... but I made sure that it all went down where his boss would hear him and know I was only defending myself. And face it... I don't really look like I belong around here had to fight my way through most of my first two semesters.

The other two show up some but like I said there are people keeping them busy elsewhere. You will probably find someone too... no big deal.
 
"Oh, I see...I guess I will refrain from hitting on you then. I don't have health insurance right now, so ending up in the hospital would be a bad thing. So, you don't have a boyfriend you go off and ride around with, or are you more into um...the company of women?"

As he said it, Eric knew it was stupid. First time meeting a girl and asking if she is a lesbian....nice job.
 
Hell no just never found a guy that understood me or didn't annoy me trying to throw around his money.

She sat back watching him for a bit.

So tell me about yourself roommate?
 
"Well...We got names out of the way. I am a Music Theory Major that never really had intentions of going to school. My band broke up a month ago and I thought I would use the opportunity of school to learn something and meet some new people to jam with. I was an only child growing up and I really like having my own space and alone time. I play a hell of a lot of WoW, I would really like to get a DnD group together sometime, and like I said...want to get another band together. When I need to get out, I take my CBR out for rides just to get alone. But, I have been known to get into a little bit of trouble on it too."

"Anything I need to know about you Loren?"
 
The Bike was my dads... no one touches the bike unless I am there with them.

She smiled blatantly looking him over as she thought for a bit beyond the bike rule.

What music... and what kind of trouble?
 
Michael couldn't exactly peg it, but he knew there was more going on behind the eyes of Loren than she was saying. He always tried to be as honest as he could, so when he knew people were hiding something it kind of erked him. But, he just kinda rolled with the conversation still.

"Well, my band "Brick Hammer" was a rock band that played more ambient, score type metal. Hard to really describe it, but we were less focused on popular hooks and more focused on flowing riffs and music that really moved people."

"As far as trouble...I may or may not have been part of some illegal street racing groups back home." Michael kind of smile to play it off. "We used to drag race pretty frequently and then a lot of times we would head up to the mountains at night and do road courses. I actually had to get rid of my liter bike because too many cops knew it and were always looking for it."

"What year is the harley? What all have you done to it?"
 
Street racing... Lets go... You might be one of the only people this place has thrown at me that can be remotely fun...

She stood up and headed towards the door. She smirked... this could be fun... she had a couple cars she worked on for the local races and even owned one of them. Finally she thought... someone maybe remotely like her and not hopefully like all these other trust fund freaks she had to deal with.
 
"Oh...ok."

Michael was a bit taken off guard.

"Where do you guys typically race around here? And if you want me to race on my bike, we kind of have to go pick it up from the shipping company I got it shipped with. Think you can give me a ride, or you gonna give me something to race? Let me go grab some stuff from my room and we will head out.

He hurriedly went down to his room and grabbed his leathers and boots out of the closet, helmet and gloves from the desk, and went back to the main room with Loren. After his first fall years ago that almost ripped his leathers clear off of his body, Michael never raced without full gear on. Coming back to the room with his gear in arm, he looked over at Loren.

"Need a second to get ready, or wanna jet?"
 
Nah just need to grab this.

She grabbed a leather jacket from a hook near the door and headed out to her bike.

You wanna ride with me or just follow?

She winked as she looked over at him. maybe just maybe this guy would be worth any time or talking.
 
"Well, my bike is at Murphy's, on their loading dock. I guess if you can give me a ride over there, I will subject myself to riding bitch. Let's just get this over with and don't kill me."

Michael tossed his helmet on and got ready to climb bitch on the back of her bike.
 
She laughed walking out and got to the bike and started it putting on her own helmet.

I could take ya to get your bike or to the car street races that will be starting in a little while.

She waited for him to hop on and then took off like she should race. Weaving through traffic like a pro heading to let him get his bike guessing they had time before the races.
 
"Damn, that thing has quite a bit of get up and go. I have always heard that harley's have a great bottom end torque, but never actually taken anyone up on riding one. I'll be right back and then we will go out to these races you are boasting about."

Michael got off the bike and stretched a little bit before heading up to the office of the shipping company. A few minutes later, he came out wearing his leathers and his bike was getting pushed around by a clerk. Getting it up and running with a mid pitched roar, he smiled getting back onto it.

"So, show me where we are going."

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She winked. Keep up if ya can...

With that she revved the motor again and took off heading back over towards the bar and the garage she worked in. pulling the bike into the massive bay door of the warehouse turned auto garage. Parking her bike she hopped off and headed towards a wall of tarp covered cars and tossing the tarp on one to reveal a 1970 Hemi Cuda in mint condition. From the outside it looked like it just rolled off the line but something was different.

She yelled up into the upper level offices.

Jack you fix that tire for me?

The old may leaned his head out a door looking down.

Yeah doll factory spec tire upgrade to handle that tweak you made to that engine.
 
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