COLLEGE LIFE
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PART I
I`ve never been much on writing things down, but I decided recently that I should really
consider keeping a diary. I don`t have any idea if I will keep it up for long, but I`m
going to try, so here goes.
First let me introduce myself. My name is Michelle, but my family and friends have always
called me Micki. That is, with the exception of Ronni. She calls me Puppy. And she has
since day one. Her real name is Veronica, but don`t ever call her that unless you want
serious trouble on your hands. I`m twenty-four years old. I`ll be twenty-five in less than
three months. I`m five feet four and weigh about one hundred ten pounds. I have really
dark brown hair, almost black and really dark brown eyes.
My complexion is fairly light but I tan really easily and like to stay fairly tanned most
of the year. I think of myself as weak physically, although I am a runner and I have good
long distance endurance. I run two or three miles everyday on a treadmill. I can hold my
breath for more than three minutes. But I don`t have strength in my arms and hands. I like
being a girl. I like dressing like a girl and doing girl things to myself like shaving my
legs and underarms. And I have several things pierced including my ears. I love make-up,
blushes, eye shadows, lip color, nail polish and fragrances. And I love to dress like a
girl. I love short skirts and anything else that shows a lot of my legs. I have great
legs. I love silky fabrics, especially against my naked skin. I also love girls` shoes,
especially heels, although I think suede clogs are sorta sexy.
I grew up in a fairly normal upper-middle class home on the east coast. My dad is a vice
president of sales and marketing for a pretty large company and my mom is a surgical
nurse. So I always had money for whatever I wanted, nice clothes, shoes, make-up, jewelry,
cars. They both worked all the time and when I was in high school, I was pretty much on my
own. I have an older sister, Joanne, and I had a pretty good relationship with her and
some of her friends when I was in elementary and middle school, but Jo had gone away to
college by my sophomore year so I came home to an empty house everyday. I was a good
student and a cheerleader in high school.
I wasn`t really much of a jock, but I played girls intramural sports for the friendship,
so when I went away to college, I just sort of kept on doing the same things I did in high
school. I went to a co-ed college, but it was one that had been an all girls school until
ten years before I went there, so the student body was still about eighty-five percent
female. I lived in a dorm my freshman year, at least officially I did. My roommate was a
girl named Veronica Blaize. She was from Texas and her dad was a single parent. She
totally bowled me over the first time I saw her. Ronni is almost six feet tall and even
though she is thin, almost willowy, she gives you the first impression that she is huge.
She really has a presence about herself. But what is most striking is that she is
beautiful. She has black hair that comes almost down to her waist and is absolutely
straight and like silk. Her eyes are deep green and even while they are laughing, you feel
as though she could cut flesh with her look. She has a great figure and a really classic
beauty to her face. Her teeth are perfect and she has incredible lips.
But this is about me, at least right at the moment. Ronni does play a major role in my
life though. But let me start on that first day when I went to college. I had just turned
eighteen the week before I left for school. It was in Georgia and it was the end of
August, and hot as blue blazes. Fortunately, the dorm was air-conditioned. My room was on
the first floor, which is deceptive. The first floor is not the ground floor in this
building. The ground floor was laundry, lobby and recreational area. The next floor up was
the first floor that had dorm rooms. We were in room 107, which was on the back of the
West wing. It was the last room before the end stairway, so it was convenient to the
parking lot, at least on the way out. We could only enter through the lobby that ran
through the building and had both front and rear doors.
My parents had helped me move my stuff into the room and I had gotten my things put away
and had gone out with them to lunch before they left to go home. They had been gone maybe
an hour when the door to the room burst open and this incredible woman strolled in as if
she owned the place. I would come to understand in a matter of days that after a certain
fashion, she did own it and most every other place she chose to stay for any period of
time. She was wearing a pair of the shortest Daisy Duke jean shorts I had ever seen to
that point in my life. He legs, which were beautifully tanned, were bare down to a pair of
tan western boots which had at least two-inch heels. Her top was a white teeshirt
advertising "Dick`s Last Resort".
When she came in, I was sitting on my bed, which was in the far right hand corner of the
room from the doorway. I had stacked my two pillows against the headboard and was reading
a novel. She dropped the three bags she was carrying at the foot of my bed and stood there
with her hands on her hips.
The first thing I noticed after her fabulous body were those piercing green eyes framed
by nearly black brows and eyeshadows in shades of brown and then her luscious lips which
curled into a nearly sadistic smile as she looked me up and down.
"How nice. They got me a puppy."
I smiled, if somewhat tentatively, and made an effort at conversation.
"Hi, I guess I`m your room mate. My name is Michelle. But call me Micki, everybody
does."
"No. You`re puppy for now. I`ll give you a name as soon as I figure out what it
should be. Now, you`re on my bed so you need to move this stuff."
With that, she grasped the comforter and top sheet in her right hand and pulled them up
and tossed them on the other bed.
"You`ll sleep there."
Without any other comment, she turned and left the room. I wasn`t exactly sure what to
think. I mean, I didn`t mind changing beds if that would make for better relations. So I
pulled the rest of the linens from the bed and started making the other one with my
things. I had almost finished when she came back into the room, this time dragging a large
trunk behind her with her right hand. It rolled along on the wheels on one end. Under the
left arm was another barrel bag, which she tossed on my freshly made bed.
"After you finish there, my stuff is in that bag. I`d like the blue sheets on my
bed, and the rest of the stuff in there can go in the closet."
I was totally shocked by her behavior. I didn`t quite know what to do. I didn`t want to
get off to a bad start with someone I was going to have to live with for the next nine
months. So after considering all the alternatives, I figured that she was just abrupt and
needed the help since she was late getting there.
Finally, I just shrugged it off and opened her bag and found the light blue sheets and
made her bed for her. While I was doing that, she made several more trips, hauling up a
stereo, computer with a giant screen monitor, printer, a box of CDs and a closet full of
hanging clothes.
"Puppy, I`m going to turn in the rental trailer. While I`m gone, get those four bags
unpacked and put the stuff in the dresser. I like my underwear in the top drawer and the
heavier stuff in the lower drawers. When I get back, we`ll go out and see what sorta
trouble there is around here to get into."
With that she was gone. And I was flabbergasted. The very nerve of this girl. Who did she
think she was anyway? There was no way I was going to put up with such rudeness. She
really had a thing or two to learn about manners. Still, I had to consider my own good
manners. And I didn`t want to get off on the wrong foot, no matter how rude she seemed to
be. Besides, what harm would there be in helping her get her stuff put away? Plus, it
would give me an opportunity to look through her stuff without being nosey.
Okay, I talked myself into doing as she asked. No, she didn`t ask. She directed. But that
was probably just because she was nervous. She was in a new situation. And she suddenly
had a new roommate. I could understand that. So I did it.
She had really nice stuff. But the best of it was stuff that doesn`t get seen. Her undies
were first rate. Silk and satin stuff, most of which was black. And some of it was pretty
unusual. The first bag was full of panties, tap pants, slips, camisoles and several sports
bras, a garter belt, socks and the like. The second had teeshirts and knit tops along with
about a dozen pairs of athletic shorts and jean shorts.
But the third bag totally floored me. The first thing I pulled from it was a red satin
corset bodice sort of thing covered with black lace. The laces in the back were black as
well, and there were black garter straps hanging from the bottom of it. The second item
was even more bizarre. It was very similar in style to the corset but was soft black
leather. As I dug into the bag, I found other strange things. There were soft leather
straps that looked long enough to go around a wrist or ankle and another was longer, maybe
for her neck like a collar. There was a black braided leather leash. I put all that stuff
in the bottom drawer and pushed it closed. Then in the bottom of the bag, there was a
drawstring bag similar to one you might carry shoes in. It made noises when I lifted it
from the suitcase, so I pulled it open. I was speechless. Inside there were handcuffs and
several other things, some black leather pieces and some metal which I chose to ignore. I
also put the bag into the bottom drawer after pulling the string tight again. Then I
turned my attention to the trunk, only to find that it was locked. So I just rolled it
over to the foot of her bed.
By that time, I guess she had been gone close to an hour. I stretched out on my "new
bed" and started reading again. I must have dozed off and when I realized it, I
became aware that someone else was in the room. When I looked up suddenly, she smiled down
at me.
"Tired puppy?"
"A little, I guess."
"Well, git up and let`s git outa here!"
"Okay, but do you know I don`t even know your name?"
"Ronni. You aren`t goin dressed like that are you?"
I didn`t think I was dressed so badly. I had on a pair of peach shorts, a white knit top,
and white flats. And when I looked at her, she wasn`t dressed as well as I. She had on
black denim Daisy Duke shorts, a black knit sleeveless top, and black kid western boots.
She had the black leather collar around her throat and one of the smaller black leather
straps around her left bicep. Her eyes were made up with charcoal and plum shadows with
heavy black liner completely around them and her lip were plum red.
"How should I dress?"
"Trashy."
She turned away from me and started pulling my dresser drawers open and digging through
my stuff looking for something. I could see then that she had used her eye pencil and
drawn heavy lines to look like seams down the backs of her legs.
"God! Who are you? Mary friggin` Poppins? Don`t you have any trashy shit to
wear?"
She turned around and caught me looking at her legs and immediately flashed me a big
grin.
"Look good don`t they. I put the seams on `em `cause it draws peoples` attention to
`em and they`re my best feature. C`mon puppy, we gotta go shoppin` for you. I can`t have
any possession of mine lookin` like Little Miss Debbie. Get your shoes on."
And within seconds we were headed out the door. Ronni was about four steps ahead of me
going down the stairs and making comments over her shoulder as we headed down.
"What size are you, about a three? Yeah, you`re about a three. Whacha
drivin`?"
"I don`t have a car with me this semester. My folks thought it would be best for me
to settle into a routine here before I started running around Savannah."
"Little do they know. Well, we`ll have to take mine. But pretty soon, you`ll have to
do the drivin`. I`d rather play than drive."
I didn`t know exactly what that meant, but it was just one of many things about Ronni
that I didn`t understand.
"Ronni? What did you mean when you said that you couldn`t have any possession of
yours dressing like Little Debbie?"
"I meant, your stuff is way too sweet. It`s okay if you want to look like that in
class, but jeez, not when you`re cruisin`."
"No, I didn`t mean that part. I meant the possession part."
"What about it?"
"You said ... never mind."
Her car turned out to be a Dodge Durango. Like most everything about Ronni so far, it was
black. And the side and rear windows were black. I noticed the Texas license plate.
"You`re from Texas."
"Yeah, I already knew that. You should have too. Didn`t you get the room mate
profile? I got yours. That`s why I know you so well."
"How do you mean you know me so well?"
"Look puppy, you`re the baby in your family. Middle class. Cheer leader. Popular.
You`re small. Not very athletic. No political offices in school. But most of the right
stuff. Pretty bright student, but no Rhodes Scholar. You`re a natural born follower. And
you`re a looker. If I had ordered you from a catalog, you couldn`t have been better. Plus,
you passed your first tests with flying colors. So just chill. I`ll take care of you. I`ll
see that you make dean`s list and do enough of the right stuff to make your folks happy.
But more importantly, I`ll see that you are satisfied. That you have just what you want
and need, even if you don`t know it yet. Trust me. Ronni is the best thing that`s ever
happened to you."
"What tests?"
"You took direction well."
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