Beach Boy
Really Really Experienced
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I'd like to try this story again. The original thread died partly because I couldn't decide whether to make the story strictly about the ball, or to include college life after the ball. I'd like to try this one again but making the ball only a pivotal part of the story -- with the main story about life after the ball.
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"The Dawn of the Fall"
As usual Marks plans hadn't worked out and he was going to have to spend the break between Fall and Winter quarter in the deserted dorms. The dining halls were all clsoed, and Mark was going to have to go out for meals but at least it was a nice time of year. the grand old trees around the Universty were turning gorgeous shades of bright reds, oranges, and yellows. And the beautiful old campus with its picturesque brick building seemed peaceful and relaxing despite the gargoyles which loomed menacingly overhead on the corners.
The leaves had been raked and it was a calm sunny day with only a few clouds adding interest to the light blue fall sky. The sound of birds was the only sound to be heard. The first snow had yet to fall.
Mark was sitting on a park bench on the side of a small lake in the University arboreatum watching the ducks wash themselves in the water. It was strange, the plain white envelope had just been lying there on the floor next to the door. It was in Marks coat pocket and he felt a mixture of emotions about opening it. It was probably just a note asking him to lock the dormitory doors when he went out, or something like that.. But maybe it was something more. Did he have a secret admirer?!
Nervously Mark tore the envelope open and saw a neatly folded piece of expensive beige stationary. The Resident Advisors never used stationary! Taking a deep breath he pulled it out and unfolded it with care. On the top was a legendary crest; A powerful looking lion seated with two women standing on either side holding spears. The women were dressed in Roman style robes and were very shapely.
The note read:
"You are cordially invited to the Amazon Societies Fall Ball. Your escorts will arrive at your place of residence at 8pm sharp. Dress appropriately.
XXX
The Amazons"
Mark had heard the rumors about the Amazons. They were a mythical underground Sorority, or a secret female society. Nobody knew much about them, where they met, or even if any such group really existed.. But it was a very big University, around 35,000 students, so anything was possible.
Mark just sat there looking at the lake for a little while unable to believe the note. Was this somebodies idea of a joke? He could get dressed up, but where would they take him? And could he trust them? Mark sure didn't want to get left stranded naked on some country road in the middle of the night, or worse...
Mark couldn't decide for sure what he wanted to do so he headed into town and got a sandwich and a cup of coffee at Starbucks. the coffee gave him a boost of confidence and by the second cup he had decided that he was going to go for it. If they were for real it could be quite an experience, even if a bit scary!
Mark milled around town, finally got a third cup of coffee, and headed back to the dorms. He don't know where the time had gone but it was getting late! It was already six o'clock. He grabbed by best kwaki slacks and a good white dress shirt and rushed and took a shower. Mark blow dried his hair, it looked good. He sat nervously on the edge of his bed and waited.
Mark watched the clock with growing anxiety as it approached eight. Almost the second the clock struck eight there came a soft knocking at his door. Shaking a little Mark opened it. There stood two girls in long grey robes with hood that covered their heads. Mark couldn't tell much about them because of the Mardi Gras masks they wore that hid their faces.
"Sorry but for reasons of secrecy you must wear this hood to the Ball", one of the girls said producing a black cloth hood. She shid the hood over Marks head so that he couldn't see a thing. Then she took his hand tenderly and led him out of the room.
"Don't worry I'll get the light and the door." The other girl reassured. Mark wasn't worried he had a set of keys in his pocket.
Mark felt the cool air outside as they walked him to a car. The car ride was long.
The traffic sounds, and the sound of a train passing by, made Mark realize that they were in a big city. Then he was guided out of the car. He heard a heavy door being opened in front of him. He was guided inside, then the heavy door closed loudly behind him.
They went down one flight of steps and then another. Down, down they went - five or six flights of stairs? Then he heard another very large heavy door open. He was guided forward, and he heard the door close.
"You guys are a little early." he heard a girls voice say laughingly to his left side.
The hood was removed and Marks eyes began to focus. He had to catch his breath. They were standing on the edge of an absolutely huge gothic cathedral styled room. Huge stone pillars on the sides stretched up perhaps a hundred feet or so to a lavishly carved vaulted ceiling. Grotesque gaqrgoyles perched menacingly on the tops of the some of the pillars. And to their right and to their left were two huge seated stone lionesses which must have been fifteen feet tall. Fantastic gothic, ancient looking, chandeliers hung down and softly lit the room. The floor was covered with low red carpeting.
A number of huge banners hung down along one of the walls and bore the Amazons crest as well as several others. Across the room from the banners a large curved staircase that wound on up to a second level.
There were perhaps three hundred robed figures talking in hushed voices on our level.
"Welcome to the Amazons ball" one of his escorts said with an odd smirk on her face. Mark sensed a vague familiarity but could not place it.
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Mark -- 6'2" dirty blond hair. Lifts weights, looks like an athlete, but has never played any sports. He's a bit shy and a bit of a loner since he moved from California out to the mid-west to attend college. It seems to be taking him a while to make friends.
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I envisioned Mark meeting his secret admirer at the ball. The experience would grow stranger and more gothic as he became drunk and got into the weird flow of ball. There can be weird rituals, initiations, and such that Mark experiences at the ball.
Then he would slowly wake up the next morning, suprised that he's not feeling all that hung over and wondering if it really took place or was just a dream. Then he would slowly realize that he's not in his dorm room and there's a beautiful girl snuggled up against him! The "Dawn of the Fall" will have begun, and his college life will never again be the same!
Here's a link to the original thread: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=301382
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"The Dawn of the Fall"
As usual Marks plans hadn't worked out and he was going to have to spend the break between Fall and Winter quarter in the deserted dorms. The dining halls were all clsoed, and Mark was going to have to go out for meals but at least it was a nice time of year. the grand old trees around the Universty were turning gorgeous shades of bright reds, oranges, and yellows. And the beautiful old campus with its picturesque brick building seemed peaceful and relaxing despite the gargoyles which loomed menacingly overhead on the corners.
The leaves had been raked and it was a calm sunny day with only a few clouds adding interest to the light blue fall sky. The sound of birds was the only sound to be heard. The first snow had yet to fall.
Mark was sitting on a park bench on the side of a small lake in the University arboreatum watching the ducks wash themselves in the water. It was strange, the plain white envelope had just been lying there on the floor next to the door. It was in Marks coat pocket and he felt a mixture of emotions about opening it. It was probably just a note asking him to lock the dormitory doors when he went out, or something like that.. But maybe it was something more. Did he have a secret admirer?!
Nervously Mark tore the envelope open and saw a neatly folded piece of expensive beige stationary. The Resident Advisors never used stationary! Taking a deep breath he pulled it out and unfolded it with care. On the top was a legendary crest; A powerful looking lion seated with two women standing on either side holding spears. The women were dressed in Roman style robes and were very shapely.
The note read:
"You are cordially invited to the Amazon Societies Fall Ball. Your escorts will arrive at your place of residence at 8pm sharp. Dress appropriately.
XXX
The Amazons"
Mark had heard the rumors about the Amazons. They were a mythical underground Sorority, or a secret female society. Nobody knew much about them, where they met, or even if any such group really existed.. But it was a very big University, around 35,000 students, so anything was possible.
Mark just sat there looking at the lake for a little while unable to believe the note. Was this somebodies idea of a joke? He could get dressed up, but where would they take him? And could he trust them? Mark sure didn't want to get left stranded naked on some country road in the middle of the night, or worse...
Mark couldn't decide for sure what he wanted to do so he headed into town and got a sandwich and a cup of coffee at Starbucks. the coffee gave him a boost of confidence and by the second cup he had decided that he was going to go for it. If they were for real it could be quite an experience, even if a bit scary!
Mark milled around town, finally got a third cup of coffee, and headed back to the dorms. He don't know where the time had gone but it was getting late! It was already six o'clock. He grabbed by best kwaki slacks and a good white dress shirt and rushed and took a shower. Mark blow dried his hair, it looked good. He sat nervously on the edge of his bed and waited.
Mark watched the clock with growing anxiety as it approached eight. Almost the second the clock struck eight there came a soft knocking at his door. Shaking a little Mark opened it. There stood two girls in long grey robes with hood that covered their heads. Mark couldn't tell much about them because of the Mardi Gras masks they wore that hid their faces.
"Sorry but for reasons of secrecy you must wear this hood to the Ball", one of the girls said producing a black cloth hood. She shid the hood over Marks head so that he couldn't see a thing. Then she took his hand tenderly and led him out of the room.
"Don't worry I'll get the light and the door." The other girl reassured. Mark wasn't worried he had a set of keys in his pocket.
Mark felt the cool air outside as they walked him to a car. The car ride was long.
The traffic sounds, and the sound of a train passing by, made Mark realize that they were in a big city. Then he was guided out of the car. He heard a heavy door being opened in front of him. He was guided inside, then the heavy door closed loudly behind him.
They went down one flight of steps and then another. Down, down they went - five or six flights of stairs? Then he heard another very large heavy door open. He was guided forward, and he heard the door close.
"You guys are a little early." he heard a girls voice say laughingly to his left side.
The hood was removed and Marks eyes began to focus. He had to catch his breath. They were standing on the edge of an absolutely huge gothic cathedral styled room. Huge stone pillars on the sides stretched up perhaps a hundred feet or so to a lavishly carved vaulted ceiling. Grotesque gaqrgoyles perched menacingly on the tops of the some of the pillars. And to their right and to their left were two huge seated stone lionesses which must have been fifteen feet tall. Fantastic gothic, ancient looking, chandeliers hung down and softly lit the room. The floor was covered with low red carpeting.
A number of huge banners hung down along one of the walls and bore the Amazons crest as well as several others. Across the room from the banners a large curved staircase that wound on up to a second level.
There were perhaps three hundred robed figures talking in hushed voices on our level.
"Welcome to the Amazons ball" one of his escorts said with an odd smirk on her face. Mark sensed a vague familiarity but could not place it.
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Mark -- 6'2" dirty blond hair. Lifts weights, looks like an athlete, but has never played any sports. He's a bit shy and a bit of a loner since he moved from California out to the mid-west to attend college. It seems to be taking him a while to make friends.
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I envisioned Mark meeting his secret admirer at the ball. The experience would grow stranger and more gothic as he became drunk and got into the weird flow of ball. There can be weird rituals, initiations, and such that Mark experiences at the ball.
Then he would slowly wake up the next morning, suprised that he's not feeling all that hung over and wondering if it really took place or was just a dream. Then he would slowly realize that he's not in his dorm room and there's a beautiful girl snuggled up against him! The "Dawn of the Fall" will have begun, and his college life will never again be the same!
Here's a link to the original thread: https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=301382
