Chapter 3

Garrett

I had been given the chance to move out of the standard student accommodation at King’s and into the most premier accommodation on campus: Granger Lodge. The only problem was that to get a chance at the smallest room in the house which was still four times larger than my present dorm room, I had had to undertake and complete a series of challenges. Some of these challenges were not for the faint of heart and one in particular, involved a member of the opposite sex. However, I was a full-blooded male, and it was a one-off to score an amazing room. If the other roommates had asked me to sit in a bath full of their waste products for an hour, I would have done it. The other guys who lived there, and there were seven apart from myself, had all done the dares and pledged their allegiances to the house. It was a poor man’s fraternity, well, a few of us had little money behind us, my mate, Julian, probably had enough to buy the house itself.

It was Julian whose influence had got me an invitation to move in. I had known him from high school where he had mysteriously disappeared from before the end of term. However, a scandal involving a teacher and a pupil had paved the way for Julian’s return to New York and he was studying computer science, before, he said, his father dragged him kicking and screaming into the political fold. From what I’d seen of Julian’s behavior I figured he’d make a fantastic politician. He believed half his own shit and played women like they were skittles and he was the bowling ball—they went down as soon as he touched them.

Anyhow, tonight at eleven was the final challenge, and I was to be escorted to the Dares Room for my final task, after which I would hopefully get my new room.

Even though I was usually an overconfident guy, this had me on edge. If I had to do something degrading to a member of the opposite sex I was out of there. When I had said this to Julian, he had just laughed and told me to calm myself and stop sounding like a pussy. So, after school had ended I had taken myself off to the gym to get rid of the pent-up tension in my body. I had looked for Meredith, but she hadn’t been around. I breathed a sigh of relief. We had only gone out for something to eat as friends, but it didn’t sit well with me that I had been flirting with her and tonight I might have to do something with another woman. I needed to avoid Meredith, anyway. I had been shocked when she’d told me she was twenty-five and I quickly lied about my own age. The fact was I had always looked way older than I was. The truth of it however was I had recently celebrated my nineteenth birthday. If I had told Meredith that, I would have never seen her again. I had correctly guessed she would tried to avoid me after the incident where she had almost fell off the treadmill, so lying about my age had been a no-brainer. I didn’t know what the fuck I was doing, flirting with a woman who was way older than me. She was obviously nervous after being hurt in the past and she was a professor at my own college at that! Thank goodness I wasn’t in any of her classes and our paths had yet to cross on campus. After we had been out for our meal I had worn a ball cap low over my face when around campus, just in case.

So, I didn’t know what I would do if I met her again. I’d lied and told her I was a Personal Trainer and had given her my number. I totally doubted I would ever hear from her but the temptation to try had been too strong. If she called me, I could always tell her I was totally booked with clients. Oh, who the hell was I kidding? There was something about that woman. If she did contact me, I would carry on my charade, carry on lying. I just had to hope that her nervousness meant she didn’t contact me and she avoided coming to the gym at the same time as me from now on.

I pushed myself to my limits, showered and headed back to my dorm room, where I dressed in some track pants and a tee and then with my cap pulled low over my face again, I headed to Granger Lodge for my final challenge.

Julian let me in and then I was ushered into a room where it was explained that there would be a volunteer woman in the Dares Room and I would have to bring her to orgasm using my mouth and fingers. Her head would be covered in a mask and she could not speak, only to moan. She’d be given a gesture that meant stop and one that meant she had come. I found it incredulous that any woman on campus would be willing to do such a thing but Julian had organized it and what Julian Murphy wanted, Julian usually got. The Dares Room was fitted with a one-way mirror and the other guys would sit behind it making sure I did my challenge. I would be given a voice synthesizer to take in with me at first so I could tell the girl I was about to begin my dare and to use when she could leave. I stood outside the room and took a deep breath. Was I really doing this? Then I recalled losing my virginity to Amy Johnson in 11th grade and figured it couldn’t be worse than that. Let’s just say I hadn’t lasted long. Amy had had a cold and one of her sneezes took longer.

One of the older guys, Jacob, came out of the room. “All set,” he said.

I placed my head in my hands and swallowed hard. “Could I get a glass of water? I’m not sure I can do this.”

“Sure.” Jacob said. “Glass of water and then five minutes max for you to make your way into the room. There are plenty of other dudes willing to take your place.”

When he handed me the glass of water, I closed my eyes and let it lubricate my mouth and throat. I had to fucking well hope that this girl wasn’t someone who took forever to reach a climax though Julian had said he didn’t anticipate a problem. He told me the girl was from one of our classes but that he would never tell me who she was and they would never know it was me. As far as the girl was concerned, she was meeting Julian in the room for some kinky play and knew it would be one of his mates she met, but not which one.

It was time. The guys got up from the couches to make their way to the room that had the viewing pane and Jacob opened the door to the Dares Room where a female laid atop the bed, a black gimp mask completely covering her face. She had on a black tee and a black pair of jeans. Using the voice synthesizer, I told her I was about to begin and that I was there for her own pleasure, not mine. Then I reached over and unbuttoned the fastening at the top of her jeans. I lowered the zipper, and she raised her hips for me as I lowered her jeans down her legs. The synthesized words, “What the fuck?” uttered from my mouth as I saw the unmistakable egg-timer tattoo that belonged to Meredith above her panties and recognized that athletic body now below mine. This was no girl from campus. How the hell was the Professor in this room? What was Julian up to?

She sat up after I’d uttered my expletives and I stroked her shoulder.

“Sorry about that. I caught my finger in your zipper.” I lied, so utterly thankful that she couldn’t hear my proper voice. “Just lie back down and get ready for the time of your life.”

Any reservations I had had about the situation had vanished. Beneath me I was convinced I had the willing body of Meredith and I was not letting her go. I would deal with any repercussions that came after, right now I was getting this girl to come in my willing mouth.