Message-ID: <6310eli$9712121555@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: caroleat@aol.com (CaroleAT) Subject: College.Txt CaroleAT F/F/F Bi Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-Id: <19971210205400.PAA03586@ladder01.news.aol.com> College by Deirdre I transferred to a small, relatively private women's college after my sophomore year. After a couple of weeks, I knew it was the environment for me, even if I only met men when we got together with guys from a men's college that was 10 miles away. That was some years ago, and they are both now coed, but that is another story. This story is about some weird memories I have from that school. I got along with my new dorm roommate, Sherry, just fine, and I loved some of my professors. The first weird thing I recall was one night after I had been there about two weeks. It seems almost like a dream, maybe because it is too strange to be real. Anyhow, in the middle of the night, I heard people talking and moving around in the halls. Soon Sherry was up too, and telling me to get up. I didn't know what to think. I wondered about a fire, but no one was hurrying, or if there had been some kind of shocking news, or if this was some sort of initiation or college tradition that I hadn't heard about. Anyhow, soon we were in the hallway with the other girls, all of us still in our nightgowns, with no robes! Everyone was going downstairs and Sherry and I went along. I gave Sherry several questioning looks, but got no response except that she seemed to be encouraging me to go along. We reached the ground floor, and then we all got in line at this door that I had never seen open before, underneath the stairs. The line was slowly moving as the girls entered the door. I couldn't see much through the door, but it seemed to be another staircase that went down. "What's going on?" I asked Sherry. "Don't worry," she answered. Well, eventually we got up to the door, and I found it to be a very cramped staircase, and the line continued on down. Once we were on the staircase, there wasn't enough room to get out of line unless everyone behind us backed out! Well, we continued to move up in the line as the stairs wound around a couple of corners, and I became more aware of a noise. Earlier, it had been softer, like a furnace in the distance (though this wasn't the season for that), but as we descended the stairs, it grew louder, and somewhat mechanical, like factory machinery. It made me more than a little nervous. Finally, we got close enough that I could see the head of the line. The noise was deafening. At the bottom of the stair was a little room. I could see that the girl who was two places in front of me was lying down, right where the stairs met the room! Then, the girl in front of me pulled off her nightgown and she was nude! I could see that in front of her on the floor was conveyor belt of some kind! The noise was much louder now, and very mechanical! She lay down on the conveyor belt, so she was moving head first! I could see that the conveyor belt passed through a fairly small hole in the side of the room, that had strips of fabric of some sort acting as a curtain. The noise was obviously coming from behind that curtain! The conveyor belt just carried her into the little hole in the wall and she was gone! You can't imagine how I felt, seeing that. I was still a bit lightheaded from sleeping, but this was beyond strange! I glanced back at Sherry and started to say something, but she said "It's OK, go ahead" in an assuring voice, though she had to speak over the din. There was a pile of nightgowns and panties. "Go ahead," Sherry repeated. There was obviously no turning back up the stairs without causing a huge stir. I couldn't conceive of what was going on. But all those girls in front of me had done it, and I wasn't sure enough of myself to be different. So I did it! I slipped off my nightgown and panties, and lay down like I'd seen the girl in front of me, and was never more scared in my life as I we moved along toward the growing noise. When I passed through the curtain, what I remember is that the noise was almost unbearable, and it was bright--so bright I couldn't see anything. But that is all I remember. Except I have the vague memory of being back in my dorm room with Sherry and slipping back into bed. Wearing my sleepware. Later during the day, when I saw that door on the ground floor, it was always closed and locked. And that is the clearest of all of my weird memories. I have vague memories that we did the same thing more nights that week, and later, but I just can't remember well enough to say. Other than that, I had a few weird experiences along with the uncomfortable feeling that they are somehow connected. One was just an image that came to my mind once. I was sitting in English class, a class I thoroughly enjoyed mostly because of the professor, a woman who seemed like a genius to me, and whom I idolized. She was lecturing class one day, and somehow my mind got lost and I just stared at her instead of listening. She was thirtyish, slender, very attractive, and was wearing a suit, which seemed almost more suitable to a business woman than to a professor. Anyhow, for a moment, just for a moment, the weirdest image came to my mind. I imagined her dressed in that same suit, and me totally nude. And I imagined saying "whip me" to her. And I imagined a searing pain on my rear! And that was it. The only problem is that it half-seemed like a memory! Another time, my sister, Mindy, who was still in high school came to visit me for the weekend. She sacked out in a sleeping bag in our dorm room. I have a very vague memory of guiding her downstairs that night like Sherry guided me earlier and convincing her to get on the conveyor. The scary thing is that she was gone in the morning! Sherry didn't seem concerned at all saying she was a "big girl", and I got the same reaction from everyone I talked to including the dorm mother and the Dean of Students! They said she had probably gone home! Well, part of me listened to them, or wanted to believe them, while another part of my mind was panic stricken! But something held me from doing anything all weekend until finally I called home on Sunday evening. She was there, right on schedule! And Mom thanked me for arranging for her to ride home with one of my professors! Another weird thing happened sometime after I snooped one day and found that Sherry had a dildo underneath her clothes in one of her drawers. I'd never seen one before, but I recognized it for what it was. I never said anything to her about my discovery, and after some initial private amusement thinking about Sherry and her dildo, I nearly forgot about it. But one Saturday night, when I was studying in the dorm room alone, and feeling more than a little lonely and horny, something made me remember that dildo. After a little more studying, I stopped and went and got it out of the drawer. It was like I was watching myself do all this, but I knew I was going to try the thing. I undressed, and got some vaseline and covered the thing with it and lay down on my bed. Then I lay on my side, put the thing against my asshole, and pushed it in! And it slipped right in several inches with no trouble whatsoever! I'd never had anything done to my ass nor had I ever played with it! I don't know what made me do that, that night, and I certainly don't know how come I was so good at it! When I got it in, I was so hot I almost screamed, and I immediately came so much I passed out! After waking up and cleaning up and putting the dildo away, I never looked for it or saw it again. And I've never had any sort of anal sex since then! Another thing that bothers me has happened now and again since I've been married. Sometimes when I see my husband nude, and see his cock, I get the feeling I should put it in my mouth and something tells me that I could take all of it, even when it is hard. This is even though we never have oral sex, and I've never had oral sex in my life! I graduated at the end of the next year. I left the place and have never been back. Mindy wanted to go there, but something in me made me object--in fact, I objected so effectively to my mother, even though I had no specific complaints, that she refused to send Mindy there. But later, after Mindy graduated from another college, she went back to my alma mater and got a job on the staff. She seldom leaves there to visit home even though it is an easy trip for a weekend. And she seems different when I see her now. She has asked me to come visit her at the college--almost insisted in fact-- and has told me she is positive that I would enjoy the visit she has planned for me, but something holds me back, some vague fear of the place. CaroleAT@aol.com -- +--------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `------------+ | story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us | story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us | | Archive site +--------------------+------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ |