Unspoken Pleasure

She went to bed a virgin, but woke up a whore. Enjoy...

Warning: This is a particularly dark story that contains nonconsensual sex and other kinks that are not for everyone. Reader discretion is advised.

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So far college had been an easier transition than she expected, academically, but Violet was definitely out of her element at this party, which she'd been dragged to. She was a quiet girl throughout high school that had been more into books than boys. Suddenly becoming a freshman hadn't magically made her more exciting. Or prettier. Her awkward coltish body hadn't filled out into womanly curves, and her plain form hadn't been blessed with any last-minute growth spurts. She was still as flat at 19 as she had been years ago. After being mistaken for a boy for the third time this week she'd decided that she was going to have to grow her hair out to something longer than the pixie cut she'd favored for years just to keep that from happening again.noveldrama

For some reason, she'd let herself be dragged to this party by some of her new friends in her program, and somehow, they'd even managed to get a drink in her hand. She didn't know anyone though, so once they'd disappeared to flirt with guys, she'd been forced to adopt the strategy of standing in the corner until it was late enough for her to politely leave. So far it seemed to be working out. A few guys had tried to talk to her, but after a little awkward small talk they'd moved on to girls that were prettier, funnier, or both. She'd only been at school for a month, but she vowed silently to herself not to do this again anytime soon.

The movies made these things seem much more fun but being wedged into a large house just off campus with what had to be close to 100 of her fellow students in her university's pre-law program was mostly just boring and awkward. The crowd was mostly freshmen with some sophomores and upperclassmen too. They were supposed to be talking about the law program and what to expect, but mostly everyone was settling into small knots of friends and getting drunk or pairing off so they could better get to know the student body under the covers when this thing ended in a few hours. That was exactly what you would expect from a room full of hormonal university students though, wasn't it? Finally at close to 10, she decided she'd made enough of an appearance. With one quick drink, Violet knocked back what remained of the cheap beer she'd been holding most of the night and set it on an empty table. She was just sipping it earlier, because she didn't want anyone to see it empty and put another one in her hand, but once she picked it back up when she got back from the bathroom, she'd just held it because it was more than half gone. She had trouble telling people no, and if they figured that out, she'd end up wasted by the end of the night. That would make the evening even worse than it already was. She'd lost her friends hours ago and hadn't gotten any of her questions about the curriculum answered, so it wasn't going to be any loss she thought, if she bailed now.

Slowly made her way through the crush to the door. If she made it home soon, she could still catch a couple of episodes of the latest streaming show that hooked her before it was time for bed. She was almost free of the noise and the heat and into the cool night air before some guys she hadn't talked to before, dragged her into a conversation about what she thought of the teachers with his friends. She couldn't remember his name, but she'd seen him around in a couple of her classes. This was the last thing she wanted now, but this was the only school related conversation she had all night. So she humored them for a few minutes. Since classes had just started, she did more listening than talking, and after the room started to feel oppressively hot, Violet made her excuses, and headed toward the exit.

Once outside she started to feel a little dizzy, so she sat down on a low retaining wall, and waited for her head to clear. She looked up to the stars and appreciated the night sky, not just for the sweet cool breezes, but for the way it made everything stop spinning. Eventually her reverie was interrupted as a couple of smokers came up to her.

"Hey, hey man - Sorry... Uhhmm, Miss - you okay?" The tall one asked, some concern in his voice. Violet didn't remember closing her eyes, but she slowly opened them anyway, turning to look at them without sitting up. "I'm fine," She said, "just fine. I was just taking a little rest."

"Just resting, huh?" the stranger said, a note of mirth creeping into his voice. "You going back to the party then?"

"No, no" Violet said, repeating herself as she tried to remember where she was going if it wasn't to the party. "No. I'm going to... to... I'm going back to..."

"Your room?" The shorter guy offered helpfully.

"Yes," she said, "My room. I'm going back to my dorm room. How did you know?" she asked, in all seriousness. Afterall, if she didn't know exactly, how could they have known?

"Alright" The tall one said, "So are we, you just wait there, and as soon as we finish smoking, we'll walk you back and make sure you get there safe, okay?"

"Aww, thanks," Violet said, trying and failing to rise, "You guys are too sweet. You don't need to trouble yourself though. As soon as I finish resting, I'll..." She paused, losing her train of thought. "I'll be fine by myself."

She closed her eyes for a moment, and when she opened them again, tall guy and short guy were back. "Come on miss, let's help you up," the tall one said, each of them taking a hand and helping her rise unsteadily to her feet. "What's your name?"

"Violet," she said, after only a few seconds of deliberation. "I'm a freshman and was here to learn more about the law program.".

"Ah, that's it," Tall guy said, less to her than to his friend, "She's new here and can't hang with all the alcoholics. They both laughed, and she joined in belatedly.

"Too too true," Violet said between giggles, not quite remembering the joke, "but I only had one drink,"

"Sure you did Violet - just the one, huh?" Tall guy chuckled to himself, "So which dorm is your room in?"

"I'm not sure..." Violet said, looking around and realizing that all the buildings sort of looked the same.

They both laughed at that. "Well, if you can't remember you can always crash on our couch and figure it out in the morning when you sober up," short guy chimed in.

"No, that's alright, I'll..." That was the last thing Violet remembered before she woke up in her own bed.