College geek get's raped by horny co-eds

[Kepic]

The Party...

IC(just to stress that - IN CHARACTER ) Jonathan:
I knew I was a geek. Just because I consider myself the intellectual type, hate sport, keep more than the odd few magazine hidden under my mattress. I wore glasses, not thick, but they sure didn't help to discourage the image. At least the brace's had come off several years ago. I wasn't really bullied at school. I did make a few friends, I might be a bit geeky but I also considered myself quite considerate. Polite. Hell, sometime's I hated myself for being so polite. I hardly ever swore, and even then, it was usually under my breath, or followed with a quick apology. I'd tried working out, to build up my quite puny body. It didn't last, even though I got some encouragement. It was just so boring.
And I stood in the corner's a lot at party's.
And here I was, doing it again, at this girl's house. She was one of the college football team's cheerleaders, and was very popular. Samantha Mitchell. I'd even masturbated thinking what it might be like to make love to her. What it would be like to make love to any woman. I was still a virgin. And everyone seemed to know it. The music blared away, some tune which I was, to be frank, quite agreeable to, yet I could never keep up with who this group was or who sang this or that. I didn't own a single CD that wasn't a computer game.
People danced away in front of me. Laughing, joking. Kissing. Fondling one another.
I sighed, depression getting the better of me once again, and looked back down into my drink. I wasn't even that fond of alcohol. A pint of milk did me. I'd poured myself my first glass of beer a couple of hours ago. And I was still holding it, not even half empty.

[Edited by Kepic on 08-31-2000 at 11:39 AM]

 

[Kepic]

Kidnapped...

A girl's voice caused me to look up again.
"Like a dance?" she said, smiling at me.
Rachel, one of Samantha's girlfriends. And also a member of the college's cheerleader squad. She was wearing a short black dress, and was flaunting her cleavage under my nose.
"Yeah, right" I said, after I gathered my wits, "you just want to show me up on the dance floor, embarrass me in front of everyone with some trick you've been planning".
I'd seen Rachel, Samantha and a couple of other girls chatting earlier, even caught them glimpsing in my direction and giggling.
I put down my glass and brushed by her. As I left the room, I could hear the sound of girls laughter now, over the music. The front door to Samantha's house was open, people were chatting and flirting in the hallway, and on the stairs.
They ignored me, as usual, and I left quietly. It was a long walk home, and it was getting late now, well past midnight, and I just wanted to hit the sack. I stood outside Samantha's house for a few minutes, listening to the party continuing inside. Should I have taken Rachel up on her offer of a dance?, I briefly thought, but felt sure that I'd cut out before being made to look a total fool. I kicked a coke can out of my way, and began to walk on home.

* * *

About four blocks away from home, a familiar voice caused me to stop for a moment.
"Like a life?"
I looked to the roadside to see Rachel, leaning out her car window. A blue one, new by the looks of it. I knew as much about car manufacturers and models as I knew about football players and records. I started to walk on, thinking this was some other joke at my expense, but she curb-crawled to keep pace with me.
"Look, I'm sorry about earlier at Samantha's party" she said, "We shouldn't have done that, we didn't mean to upset you like that".
This time, her voice did ring true, and I stopped.
"Er, that's all right, I'm used to it" I said, after a few moments, looking at her, still trying to judge her intentions.
She frowned slightly, as if she was showing sympathy, "Well, would you like a lift?" she asked again, "I've got to drop off my friends here as well, anyway".
I bent down a bit to look into the car. A couple of other girls were sitting in the back seat, though I couldn't make out their faces in the dark. The front passenger seat was empty. Probably just dropped one of her friends off already, I thought.
"Uh, OK, if it's all right with you" I replied.
"Great, hop in" she said.
I walked round the bonnet and she leant across over the passenger seat and unlocked the door, giving me another good look at her cleavage, though this time unintentionally. I opened the door and sat myself down.
"Where do you live?" she asked.
"Oh, not that far now, really. Four blocks down, on 12th street" I said.
"Well, I'll save you a bit of time anyway" she said, as I closed the door.
"Thanks" I said, now finally beginning to forget her treatment of me at the party. Maybe she wasn't that bad, after all.
Not that I thought for an instant I stood a chance in hell with her, mind. She could have her choice of-
What the hell I thought as suddenly something was thrust into my mouth and nose from behind. A damp cloth, that smelled of chlorine... chloroform... their was a click as the door-bolt beside me dropped down... central locking... I grasped at the wrist of the feminine hand that was holding the cloth to my face, but, I suddenly felt dizzy...
The last thing I heard before passing out was Rachel saying "We've got him, Samantha!"

 

[dstortion]

man, i liked the twist this story was taking. i wonder what happens next???