My Alma mater, is for the most part a commuter school and becuase of this the school wasn’t ready for the volume of students in my class that needed to dorm. In response my school let all non freshman under 21 to dorm at a local hotel. It was wonderful. Celebrity parties, wedding crashing and a lounge on the roof.
When the lounge wasn’t being used for private parties it was the unofficial make-out point for us students, that was until the hotel manager locked us out at night. The lock was electronic, so we had no way of picking it to continue the party.
My boyfriend at the time was a 27 year old who peaked in college, while he got his degree he never graduated from girls in their teens. S.K was a handsome guy, a little too pale for my personal taste but his chiseled features and sculpted physique made up for it. He was a jock, the kind of man that every high school girl wants, and every college chick gets becuase she wanted one in high school.
His nickname was Clark Kent, in his glasses he seemed a mild mannered guy, but when he took them off on the football field he was Superman. And a lot good that did post his high school football career.
Anyway, it was April, and there were so many storms. It seemed like every night it rained. On this particular night S.K and I were watching the movie Bad Santa when the lights went out. The entire hotel was out, even emergency lights were dim. Being the adventurous young people we were we decided this was the apt opportunity for a romp in a semi-public place – the now unlocked lounge.
Since the elevators were obviously not working we took the stairs, he then had the brilliant idea to go to the roof. Yes, the roof, despite the fact that were were on one of the tallest buildings in the area, and there was a giant storm,he wants to go on the roof.
I was only wearing his white work shirt , panties and flip flops, I was freezing walking up the stairs to the roof. Thanks to the loss of electricity the lock on the door was disabled, and all we had to do was push the door open. All the chairs were covered to protect them from the rain so we ran to the gazebo like structure. Soaking wet and shivering I tried my best to concentrate on his warm kisses.
His white shirt clung to my wet body almost as tightly I clung to him. The wooden bench in the gazebo seemed slimy to me so he lifted me up against its wall and I wrapped my legs around him. We then loudly and aggressively consummated our romance. Just as I was sure S.K was going to reach his peak the roof of the gazebo, having taken on too much water and strangely inverted.
Suddenly I wasn’t having sex , I half naked in my friend’s dark dorm room. My roommate sobbing “You killed her , you killed her” and my RA asking S.K why we were on the roof.
What started out as a sexy porn caliber romp ended with me going to the emergency room for a concussion and being written up by the RA.
Every time my speech unexpectedly slurs I’ll think of my S.K and my days as a crazy co-ed.
Damn! This is certainly not a happy ending! Yikes!