The Initiation Adventure
The Initiation Adventure
Roxanne Kennedy was finally beginning to adjust to her new life at college and being on her own for the first time since having left home. Her parents had not been overprotective not smothering in any way, really, but all the same, had watched over Roxy with a bit of a closer eye than she had liked. Her arrival on campus had felt freeing after they dropped her off, but soon she realized all that freedom had other baggage attached to it. No one was now around to tell her when it was time to eat or make sure she did her schoolwork or take care of her laundry. As well, none of her friends from back home had chosen the university that she had so she was feeling a bit like a piece of driftwood, bobbling in the ocean, at times.
Her academic pursuits had been a challenge as well, as the workload far outweighed what she had been used to in high school. As well, unlike her teachers back there, none of her professors were walking in each day to remind anyone about paper or project deadlines. It had taken just one instance of missing one of those, however, to get Roxy to adjust. She was on a scholarship and she sure did not want to let her GPA fall to a point where it might invalidate her free ride. She soon had that part of her life on track, but her personal life seemed to lag behind and Roxy often felt lonely and isolated.
She had never been great at making new friends back home and that situation had only gotten more noticeable there at college. She was not unattractive, but Roxy felt vastly overshadowed and intimidated by what seemed to be a plethora of stunning and beautiful girls around her. She was just average, Roxy thought. And just average enough to not stand out to anyone…especially any of the boys. Back home she had had one boyfriend, but it had been brief and had never developed into a sexual relationship. Sure, they had made out hotly which Roxy had loved. But not much beyond that and letting him feel her up and her stroking his hard penis from outside his clothing.
Roxy was very interested in sex but was just not experienced yet. She often masturbated and just fondled her breasts until her nipples went hot and hard but so far her imagination was all she had to accompany her mild but pleasing orgasms. But as happens for many new confused college students, time went by and Roxy began to find her way in this new environment and slowly make friends and take advantage of some of the social gatherings that were provided to allow new students to adjust. She and her friends went to movies, and concerts, and even some theater events as well as few parties on campus but so far Roxy had not really been bold enough to approach a guy she met that she found interesting.
In particular, there was this one guy, Thomas Rincon, that she watched with lust from afar. He was not what she might have described to anyone as dashing or muscular or even especially handsome. Tom was, to her, a very average-looking guy….about as average she supposed as she was. But he was funny and smart and always seemed to go out of his way to include her in a conversation with the group and ask how her life was going. More times than not, Tom Rincon was who she pictured in her mind when she lay on her back and brought herself to a climax. She had no idea what it would feel like to actually have him…or any guy for that matter…in her, but she assumed it would be delightful.
Roxy relaxed once her mid-term exams were over, breathing a sigh of relief seeing she had done well. Not aced them all but good enough for her own approval. She was still adjusting and figured she would build on this initial success. She went out with her small circle of friends one evening as they all celebrated having survived this first real hurdle of their freshman year. She sat across from Tom and listened to this conversation they had brought up about some group of some sort that some of them were thinking of joining.
“Is it one of those hideous Greek organizations?” her friend Mary asked.
“Oh hell no…” Frank replied right away. “I’d never even consider one of those elitist, snobbish things. Even if I could afford the dues,”
They laughed at his comment about the expense. Like Roxy, they were all here either on full or partial scholarships or were working student assistantships to pay their way. None of them had cash to blow on such a thing.
“Then what?” Cecilia asked.
“It’s this coed service organization. They find needs in the community and then do what they can to help. Schools, charities for the hungry, the homeless, battered women…that kind of thing.”
“And the dues are affordable?”
“Very. Plus I just like the idea of a kind of sorority/fraternity combo thing that does not seem to be focused on how much you can drink at one sitting. And you hopefully can make a difference in someone else’s life that has not had the opportunities that we have.”
They all nodded in agreement. It was not something that Roxy had ever considered. Not helping out the less fortunate, but more this joining a group thing. All her life she had preferred to do what she could as an individual. She supposed her slightly introverted personality was responsible to some degree. But when she saw Tom nodding vigorously at this idea, Roxy perked up. She was still not quite sure about the whole idea, but if Tom might be joining then she wanted to take look. She was developing a serious crush on him now and would do anything to spend more time around him.
They all downed their last beer and Frank said he would e-mail the info to them all about how to apply and with more details that should answer any questions they might have. Roxy could not have cared less about the details. If Tom Rincon was onboard so was she. A few weeks later, Roxy found herself sitting in a dorm room with Tom and a few others who had been accepted as the president of the organization laid out the ground rules for their probationary period.
“For the next month, we will put you through some tests to make sure your dedication to our goals is true. As well, we do a few fun activities in this time as bonding exercises to make sure we are all a cohesive unit.”
“Like Greek pledge week?” one girl asked with trepidation.
“Technically, but do not worry. Nothing like what those morons put pledges through. It’s all safe. The last one you may find a bit off-putting but trust me it is done in fun and we have found that over the years everyone has a great time. I mention this now in case it is a problem. If so, we can part ways….no problem.”
“Yes?” another boy across the room asked.
“It’s a faux kidnapping stunt.”
The room went silent and Roxy looked to Tom who just shrugged.
“I know it sounds maybe a bit dangerous or risky, but I assure you it is all done in fun and for team-building. We have never had a bad reaction to it in all the years we have tried this.”
“The university know about it?”
“Hardly…as you might imagine they would likely shut us down immediately if they got wind of this. Though in my opinion it hardly holds a candle to what goes on nightly on Greek Road and no one even blinks at any of that.”
“Is this really necessary?” Roxy finally asked.
“It is the one initiation rite we hold, Roxy. That is why I always announce this upfront in case anyone feels uncomfortable with it.”
She leaned over to Tom.
“What do you think?” she whispered as the group began to talk among themselves.
He shrugged.
“I don’t know. If it has been no problem up to this point I guess it is innocuous enough.”
Roxy nodded but she was not so sure. Three of the candidates apologized and declined to participate further but the rest remained as the president held out a hat with scraps of paper inside.
“OK. In the hat are pieces of paper with either the word ‘victim’ or ‘kidnapper’ on them. I will have each one of you draw one. If you get one of the ‘kidnapper’ slips, turn it over and it will tell you who your ‘victim’ is. But please keep your role in all of this to yourself.”
Roxy felt her heart accelerated and droplets of sweat roll down her sides from her armpits as the hat approached her. She reached in and closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She opened her eyes and unfolded the paper. There it was with no mistake: VICTIM. Her pulse pounded in her ears as she wondered exactly what she was getting herself into. She looked at Tom and he was looking as pale as she felt she must be.
“There is no schedule for this requirement but you do need to complete it prior to the end of your probationary period. We have found the element of surprise in all of this makes the activity even more realistic and enjoyable…trust me it is fine. When I joined I got one of the ‘victim’ cards. It made me as nervous as I expect it is making all you ‘victims’ now. Relax. It really is all in fun.”
They all stood to go back to their dorms for the night. Roxy walked with Tom and they talked about it.
“You really think this is OK, Tom?”
“I guess. I mean…if it was really dangerous or if they had had some misadventure along the way, I am sure they would have abandoned the exercise.”
Roxy nodded and waved to him as he continued on pat her dorm to make his way to hers. She really hoped this was all going to be worth it…to spend more time with Tom. He continued on up the hill, past the student center, until he found he was back at his own dorm. He unfolded the paper from his back pocket and looked at it once more. He was hoping he had misread the writing the first time but he had not. On one side of his scrap was the word “kidnapper”. And on the back was the name “Roxanne Kennedy”. He felt flushed and nervous as he read it. He knew how nervous Roxy was over this but maybe since they had been paired it would not be so nerve-racking for her.
For him, though it still was. The mere thought of “kidnapping” a girl made him sweat. But Roxy? Since he had met her, Tom had been almost infatuated with her. She was pretty and alluring but one of those girls that seemed to have no idea just how sexy she was. He had tried to work up his nerve several times to ask her out, but in the end, he had chickened out. Tom just saw himself as out of her league in that regard and his shyness was too much. This would likely be uncomfortable for both of them, but he would do his best to make it as painless and anxiety-free as he could for her.
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Several times Tom had geared himself up for the “kidnapping” but he was just unable, each time, to pull the trigger. But now the probationary period deadline was just three days away and he had no choice if he wanted to continue on with this group. Their goals and agenda fit his own ideas and desires to make the world a better place and he was sure being part of this group in that regard would serve him well once he was out in the world to continue on with such efforts. With his heart beating fast enough that he feared it might leap from his chest and his pulse pounding in his ears to the point of almost blocking out any external noises, Tom crouched in some bushes just down the path from the psychology building.
He knew from her strict routine that Roxy always came this way after the seminar she was enrolled in on Thursday nights. He did not want to frighten her badly but he knew he had to adhere to the element of surprise as mandated. He planned on trying to calm her panic once he grabbed her so Roxy would not freak out too much. The night was jet black with only a sliver of a waning moon and Tom got into a ready crouch as he saw Roxy waking alone. The path and the quad nearby were empty and as she passed him he sprung and slipped the black bag over her head as he had been instructed. Roxy uttered a brief cry of terror and panic as the bag blocked out her vision, but Tom quickly whispered the safe words in her ear they were to use to keep her from assuming this was real.
Roxy realized what was going on immediately and did not scream in case some eager-beaver rent-a-cop on campus felt the need to intervene. But as part of the exercise, she wriggled and writhed and put up as good a fight as she could against her “assailant”.But whoever this was that had been paired with her was too strong and she soon found her arms and feet bound and a handkerchief gag across her mouth as the bag was slipped back on from behind. Tom then hefted her light body over his shoulder and took her to his waiting car and laid her gently across the back seat and cover her with a blanket.
Roxy ceased her struggles realizing all that was left was just for this thing to finish up in the role-playing exercise it was. She lay still on the seat and listened to the tires move across campus curious as to whom she had been paired with. It was obviously a man based on his strength when he had grabbed her and then bound her, but there was something in his touch and manner that seemed reserved…as if he was taking extra care not to bruise or hurt her. His odor seemed familiar as well, but Roxy could not place it. She panned the male candidates in the group in her mind, but none seemed more likely than any other.
In a few minutes, the car came to a stop and she heard the back door open and felt the blanket being thrown aside as her “kidnapper” slid her out the door and then back over his shoulder. The group had set aside a special room for this all to happen so that no one would have to take any real risks from any authorities on campus. Whoever had snagged her had pulled the car right to the entrance and they were soon inside as Roxy heard the door close behind her and his steps echo down the hallway. Another door opened and she felt herself laid on a sofa as the door was closed behind her.
She could hear the “kidnapper” panting a bit from the exertion and perhaps the ordeal itself as she lay there and suddenly, even though Roxy knew this was just make-believe she felt her nipples getting hard and that same tingling and wetness she knew well when she masturbated in her room. Was this little initiation perhaps some kind of secret fantasy she had been harboring in her subconscious? She was not sure, but there was no doubt that whatever the reason, she was getting aroused and horny. She felt her respirations pick up and readjusted her body to be flat on her back,
With the bag still over her head, she heard some photos being snapped off. She was confused thinking maybe this had been areal abduction for a second but then recalled they had been required to have photographic evidence of the “kidnapping” to validate the exercise. Roxy closed her eyes as she felt fingers loosen the bag that had been secured around her head knowing the light in the room would be harsh when it was removed. But when she finally opened her eyes and looked up she could not believe her eyes…Tom!
He smiled and laughed as he took two more shots of his fully-bound “victim” before coming to her and removing her gag. As his fingers brushed her sweaty skin, Roxy felt a wave of desire overwhelm her.
“You OK, Roxy?” he asked as he tossed the gag away and came to unbind her.
“I’m fine…you knew all this time we had been paired up huh?”
“Yeah…you might have noticed me being a little weird around you lately. That was why.”
“Wow…I had no idea. Even during the ‘kidnapping’”
“How about that…here let me get you out of those things.”
“Wait a second, Tom.”
He sat back wondering what it was that that would make her not want to get loose.”
“Come closer…” she whispered as she stared at him intently.
Tom came over to her side and sat. In her wildest imagination, Roxy would never have known she might have this in her, but it was like this other Roxanne Kennedy had invaded her body and mind. Her shyness and lack of initiative with Tom were gone. She was sweating heavily, but not from the exercise. She was filled with desire and longing for Tom and somehow this situation they now found themselves in was making that a five-alarm all over her body. As Tom sat and leaned over Roxy took her chance.
“We’ve finished the little exercise, Tom…but are you maybe interested in making this a little more real?”
He looked at her and furrowed his brow.
“Like a real kidnapping, Tom. You know, a helpless victim at the whims of her abductor?”
Tom could not believe his ears. Was this sexy creature who he had lusted after for months actually suggesting he take advantage of her? It seemed like some twisted fantasy that only some porn magazine might try and pass off as a real-life story, but as he looked at her again she had not blinked.
“You serious, Roxy?” he asked.
“As a heart attack, Tom. Just play the role, OK. Get my clothes off me and fuck me while I’m still bound.”
Her choice of words shocked him, but Tom had to admit the idea aroused him as well.
“Want me in full character, Roxy?”
" Knock yourself out…”
With that, Tom undid her jeans and yanked them roughly from her legs before returning and sliding her thong underwear off as well. From her restraints, he could not completely remove her shirt, but he did open the front and the snaps popped off obediently,exposing her breasts under a purple, lacey bra. Tom slipped two fingers between a clasp that secured the bra together and looked on in wonder and delight as Roxy’s full breasts stood naked in the weak light of the room. Her nipples were erect and Tom felt himself go hard at the sight. He tossed away his own shirt and stepped out of his pants as he laid on her and took her hot, hard nipples in his mouth.
Roxy wailed and moaned in response as she arched her back and put up a faux fight pretending she was disgusted at the feel of his tongue on her. Tom hesitated but saw her wink and continued.
“Enough foreplay, bitch!” he spit in his best imitation of what he assumed some real kidnapper might say.
Roxy feigned fear and terror as Tom pinned her down and slid himself into her deep and quickly and began to thrust with all he had. The role-playing for Roxy was over. She closed her eyes and writhed and pitched her body as each of Tom’s thrusts far exceeded anything she had imagined true intercourse might be like. As he pushed on, going faster and deeper, she gasped for air as she called out his name in a passionate exclamation of climax. She collapsed with Tom still in her and they both began to pant heavily.
“How was that?” Tom asked when a few seconds had passed.
“What do you think?”
They both laughed.
“I think that is it for me and my acting debut, though…”
“Really? I thought you were pretty good…made me hot…”
“Me. Too actually.”
They laughed more as Tom reached around and undid the ties at her wrists and then the ones at her ankles. She clung to him as they lay on the sofa and he kissed her lips and nose and face.
“Can I confess something, Tom?”
“Sure…”
“Well…it’s kind of embarrassing but I’ve had this crush on you for months now.”
Tom felt his heart stop.
“And…well…it is you who I fantasize about when I masturbate.”
“Really?”
She nodded and grabbed his lower lip between her teeth and nibbled.
“Amazing….”
“How so?”
“Well…actually…me too.”
“You think about yourself when you masturbate?”
“Very funny….no…I have not been able to get you out of my mind since we first met?”
It was Roxy’s heart that skipped a beat this time.
“Why didn’t you ask me out?”
Tom shrugged.
“Just was afraid you would turn me down, I guess. I always thought you were a bit out of my league, I guess.”
“Me?” she replied incredulously.
“Yeah, you…you have any idea how sexy you are, Roxy?”
She blushed and looked away, but he moved her chin back and kissed her long and deep.
“Well…it would appear we both wasted a lot of time dancing around each other, but at least we had tonight to discover it.”
“Thanks to this ridiculous tradition of initiation.”
“Maybe…maybe….but how about we keep this in the rotation for down the road, Tom? I don’t know about you but I found that pretty wild. The lack of inhibition on either of our parts, the intensity…just being lost in the fantasy…”
“OK. I agree. Does this mean we have something more than just this one time then?”
Roxy laughed as she ran her wet hands over his penis feeling its full length and girth against her skin.
“You up for round two? Your friend down here seems to be,” she whispered in his ear before going down on him and leaving her saliva all over his erect phallus.
“If you insist,” Tom replied with a laugh.
Roxy got off the sofa and kneeled in front of it, resting her forearms on the cushions. Tom came behind her and slid into her easily, a combination of her saliva and her own renewed stimulation. She hung onto the sofa tightly as Tom slid in and out of her, moving slowly at first but picking up the pace when he could see she wanted it. Roxy grunted out in an almost animal-like growl with each thrust and came hard when Tom began moving faster and faster. They went back to the sofa and just lay there spent and utterly satisfied.
“Think we should send photos of this?” Roxy said with a chuckle.
" I think not, Roxy…”
They laughed and Roxy hugged him. When she had gone away to school she had had a number of anxieties and worries about how she would adjust, her personal life being paramount among them. But as she lay her now with Tom’s arms around her and his fingers gently massaging her soft nipples, she was amazed. It had been a bizarre way for them to finally connect, she thought, but certainly, it would be a memorable story for them in the future when they recalled how they became a couple. Not one of those things you tell the kids and grandchildren she supposed, but a good story all the same…
