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Derby had suffered enough in his young life. The woman he had loved had rejected him. Even worse, she had done it by fucking his supposed best friend. Derby allowed himself to brood on that for a moment as he stood under the shower's spray. “No wonder I'm bitter,” he thought. “No wonder I've decided that women exist only to be used. After all, the one I loved used me and then threw me away like a bloody tampon.”

Registration went smoothly, and Derby was out of there by 9am. Good. That meant that he could avoid Melissa, the girl he had used and thrown away last night. It was time to move on with his list of chicks to fuck. That hot little Hispanic piece of ass, Josie, was next. But how would he move on her?

Luck was with Derby that morning. As he was hanging around, wondering what to do next and dreading going to the bookstore and spending a ton of money on textbooks he knew he might never read, he spotted her. She was walking toward the campus bookstore, holding a sheaf of papers that Derby guessed were the reading lists for her Freshman courses. He let her pass, watching her from a distance, admiring how her big tits and bubble butt moved under the tank top and athletic shorts she wore. Damn fine looking piece of Latina ass! Once she had a good head start on him, Derby began to follow her.

As expected, she walked into the campus bookstore. Derby followed.

He found her among the stacks of Freshman English Composition materials. Her arms were already full of books.

“Hi, Josie! Remember me?”

“Oh, hi, Derby, isn't it?”

“That's right. The first time I saw you, you were struggling with stacks of stuff moving into your dorm. I helped you then. May I help you now?”

“Would you? That would be great! But don't you have to get your own books?”

“I already did,” Derby lied. “I was at registration when they opened this morning, and then I came over here and got my stuff. I threw it all in my room and decided to come back out for a walk, since it's such a nice day. Once classes start, I'll probably be busy, so I figured I'd enjoy my last few days of freedom. I just stopped in here to see if I forgot anything.”

They finished picking up all of Josie's course materials, and Derby helped her carry the bags back to her room. As they walked, Derby turned on his charm and asked her some questions designed to give him some idea of how to get in her pants. This one seemed like she was going to be a real challenge. If it weren't for the fact that Derby was hungry for some spicy, slightly dark meat, he might have decided to move on.

He had a plan, though. It had worked so far, and he decided to stick with it. Plus, there was the thrill of the seduction and the satisfaction of the conquest to look forward to. And those tits and that ass! If he could fuck her, it might be a hell of a ride.

Josie was almost painfully shy. She didn't have much experience with the opposite sex. She had gone to an all-girls Catholic high school at her father's insistence. But the fact that she had had a sheltered childhood under the strict eyes of ever-watchful nuns didn't keep Josie from being very curious about men. She had fantasized about meeting a handsome, charming man at college and having a wonderful romance with him. And here was the epitome of handsome charm, sitting a foot away from her in her dorm room, seeming very interested in her. And this was only her third day on campus!

Derby told her some things about himself. Many of them were true. He decided to save the story about Megan for later. He had already proven to himself that that story, told the right way in the right setting, made girls feel sorry for him and made him seem like a sensitive guy. It made them feel like they had to help him. Christy and Melissa had helped him a lot – had helped him get his rocks off. Why stray from a proven formula?

Making an excuse about helping his roommate to unpack and finish setting up their room, Derby left Josie, having gotten her to agree to see him at dinner. It was then that he would start his seduction of her in earnest.

When he got back to his room, Martin was there. “Hi, Roomie!” Martin said. “You forgot your phone. It's been blowing up all morning. Oh, and some girl named Christy stopped by looking for you. She's really pretty. I told her I didn't know where you were. She seems like a very nice girl. Is she your girlfriend? She seemed a little upset that you weren't here. Are you going to call her? I started to show her my Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection to try to entertain her while she waited for you, but then she said she had to go. Say, do you want to see my collection? There's some really cool stuff that....”

“Will you just shut the fuck up?” Derby shouted. “Are you always this irritating? Do you work at being a pathetic nerd, or does it come naturally?”

“Derby, what's wrong? I just want to be your friend. I want to show you some of my great stuff. I know you'll really like it and then we can be buddies and....”

Derby stood up and walked over to Martin, fists clenched. There was an ugly vein standing out on Derby's one temple. “Martin, I'm going to say this once, so shut your pimply face and listen. I'm not going to be your friend. I'm not your buddy. I would rather have my toenails ripped out with a pair of pliers than even associate with you. If you don't want to wake up dead some morning, I suggest you do yourself a favor and stop talking to me. And don't ever talk to any girls who know me. I have decided that you are even more immature and repulsive than I had originally thought, and that's saying a lot. Your best bet is to let me alone. If you do that, I might let you live long enough to find another weirdo roommate. Have I made myself clear?”

Martin sat there, stunned and cowering, looking like he might cry.

Before he lost control completely, Derby stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

“Oh God,” Derby thought. “I can't believe that people like him really exist. The fucking kid is a cartoon. He's way worse than the guys in some of those movies and TV shows about creepy, nerdy geeks. I laugh at that crap because the characters are so overdone, but shit! Martin's ten times worse than any of them! He makes Pee Wee Herman look suave and sophisticated! I may just have to start spending the whole night with these chicks just so I can stay away from him and keep my sanity.

“Maybe that's what I'll do tonight,” Derby said to himself. “Stay out all night. Hell, Josie's doing the whole 'good Catholic girl' routine. It could take all night to get her naked and mounted on my cock. But kid, if you can pull that one off, if you can de-flower that hot virgin, it will be so worth it. Yeah, playing motorboat with those huge tits, eating that tuna taco, grabbing that big ass, and busting that little cherry, and then letting her lie there alone, wondering what happened – oh yeah, that will be just fucking great! And then tomorrow, I'm gonna break a little Asian porcelain doll”

Those thoughts made Derby smile. He was much happier now. He could almost see Martin for what he was: a cartoon character to be enjoyed, both for the amusement factor and for his vulnerability as a vent for Derby's frustrations. Maybe it would be worth it to keep Martin around just so he wouldn't need to buy a punching bag. If he could use these girls as his own personal cum-dumpsters, he could use Martin as his favorite non-sexual victim. Maybe he could even pretend to himself that Martin represented Joe, his ex-best friend that had stolen his precious Megan. Of course, that could be pretty dangerous for Martin. Oh, well.

The campus was much more crowded now than it had been the day before. The upperclassmen were showing up. Derby took a walk down fraternity row, admiring the lifestyle he imagined the brothers enjoyed. All that freedom, all that camaraderie with guys like him who just wanted to fuck as many hot chicks as possible. And speaking of hot chicks, there were all the sorority sisters. Wow. Out of his league for now, since he was a lowly freshman, but wait until next year!

Derby strolled along, checking out the sights. One frat house in particular caught his eye. There was a truck outside unloading kegs of beer, and there was a volleyball court in the side yard, with some guys playing volleyball with a bunch of girls in micro-bikinis. Sweet. These guys knew how to live. He had already heard a little about this frat house, which apparently had the reputation of being the big party place. Supposedly, they were always on the verge of getting closed down by the college, but some of their alumni were big contributors to the school, so the house stayed open. He could try to find out more about the place later.

Tonight he would see if he could fuck Josie. He knew he would need to bring his A-game, but his success the last two nights gave him confidence. He would have dinner with her, just like he had done the night before with Melissa, walk around the campus with her, take her for ice cream, like he had done with both Christy and Melissa, and then head to the old courtyard and fountain. That was where he had done his tearful act that had worked with the other two girls, and he figured it should work again.

After dinner, he implemented his plan with Josie. She was really shy, but he pulled out all the stops and charmed her into relaxing with him and talking. She seemed to enjoy their stroll around the campus, and he helped her find the buildings where all her classes would meet. The whole ice cream date thing went well, and she let him take her hand for a while when they were walking toward the secluded area with the stone benches. In the moonlight, he began his well-rehearsed routine. He even managed to choke out a convincing-sounding sob when he turned on the tears.

Josie's reaction was, at first, what he had hoped for. She hugged him and said, “I can't imagine how badly you were hurt by Megan,. I've never been in love, so I won't pretend that I really understand how you felt. Sometimes, the hurts we suffer in life seem like they'll never heal. I remember how horrible I felt when my best friend was killed in a car accident. I wasn't sure I could go on. I just sat and cried for days after her funeral.”

“What did you do to get over it?” Derby asked, hoping to draw her out and find out more about how her mind worked.

“I went to Mass every day, morning, noon, and night. I lit candles for her. I prayed almost constantly. I went to confession every day. Finally, I found comfort. You can, too, Derby. I gather that you were not raised Catholic, but surely you know that God loves you. Let me take you to Mass tomorrow morning. You may be surprised how comforting the hymns and the peace of God's love can be.”

That was not exactly what Derby wanted to hear her say. What was this chick, some kind of religious freak? He had run across some Protestant church nuts in his day, and had always given them a wide berth. But he had never met a zealous Catholic before. He decided his chances of fucking this bitch tonight had gone from slim to none. But before he ran screaming for the hills, he risked one more try.

He turned toward Josie and put on the saddest face he could create. “You're so nice, Josie. I do need comfort. Would you hold me for a moment?”

She didn't hesitate. She hugged him, chastely. He hugged her back. She felt nice in his arms, if a little stiff. When they broke their hug, Derby stroked her face tenderly with the back of his hand. Then he leaned in to kiss her.

When Josie understood what he was doing, she quickly turned so his kiss landed on her cheek. Then she moved away slightly and said, “I like you Derby. You seem really nice. I'd like to get to know you better, but I'll have to know you for a while before I could be comfortable kissing you. I'm sorry if that disappoints you.”

Derby was more than disappointed. He was pissed. He had just spent a couple of hours trying to loosen this bitch up so he could fuck her tonight, and now she wouldn't even kiss him? Who the fuck did she think she was?

“I'm sorry too,” he said. “I'm sorry you're such a stuck-up little cunt. I would have fucked the living shit out of you tonight, and you would have loved it. Maybe I should introduce you to my roommate. You'd like him. He's so damn ugly and stupid he'll probably die a virgin. Maybe he could read the fuckin' Bible to you in Klingon!

“God, you're so caught up in being this prim and proper little virgin that you don't even know you have a pussy, do you? Well, guess what, bitch? No one's going to want it by the time you decide to give it away. All the good guys will be taken by the time you wake up. Go buy a dildo and get your priest to bless it or something. Get the fuck away from me!”

Josie was so shocked by Derby's tirade that she didn't know what to do. No one had ever been that sacrilegious or that rude to her before. She crossed herself and burst into tears.

“Oh fine, sit there and cry like a fucking little girl. I'm going out to find some fun,” Derby said. He got up and stalked away.

It was still early enough that Derby decided to see if he could hook up with Anna, the little Japanese girl. He called her as he walked across campus. “Hey Anna, it's Derby, you know, the guy who carried some of your stuff up to your room when you and your folks were unloading the van the other day.”

“Oh, hi, Derby. What's up?”

“Nothing much. I wondered if you wanted to go for a walk.”

“That's funny,” Anna replied, “I'm just leaving my dorm now to walk over to see a girl from my high school. She graduated two years ahead of me, but I've known her for years since her big sister used to babysit me. She's in one of the sorority houses on the other side of campus. She was going to meet me at the student union and walk me over to her house.”

“I'll walk with you if you like,” Derby said. “I was over that way this afternoon exploring. If you know which house she's in, I can take you there. Besides, I don't know that it's a good idea for a pretty girl like you to walk too far alone at night, even if there's another girl with you. Why don't you call her back and tell her I'll bring you?”

“Would you? That would be really nice. I'll call her right now and tell her to just wait for us. See you at the student union in a couple of minutes?”

“I'm almost there now,” Derby said. “See you in a few.” They hung up.

“OK,” Derby said to himself. “I'm still two for three. Now let's see if I can up my batting average to a .750.”

Anna looked better tonight than he remembered. Her long, straight black hair hung over her shoulders, somehow emphasizing how delicate she really was. Because it was a warm night, she was dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. She looked very young, very petite, and very pretty. The shorts were actually pretty tight, giving Derby a good view of her firm little ass when she had her back to him, and the flimsy t-shirt let him see how perky her little tits were. She looked good enough to eat, which, come to think of it, sounded like a pretty good idea.

As they walked, they talked. Derby did his best to get Anna to talk about herself, and he gave her some information about himself to put her at ease. By the time they got to the sorority house, she was getting comfortable with him, and he was working hard to figure out how to get her naked and horizontal.

Anna's sorority friend, Karen, greeted them both warmly. She was a pretty girl, with a nice body. Definitely not bad at all. Some of her sorority sisters, though, were seriously hot. And some of them didn't seem to care that Karen had shouted “Man in the hall!” when she took Derby and Anna up to her room. One girl walked past them in just a bra and thong. Looking casually into the rooms as they passed, Derby saw one girl sitting at her desk topless and another lying on her bed, completely nude.

Karen looked back at Derby and laughed. “Never been in a sorority house before, have you? We're pretty casual around here. We're not sluts, at least not all of us, but we're, shall we say, fun-loving. So reel your tongue back into your mouth and treat the situation like it is: no big deal. And Anna, don't look so embarrassed. All us girls have pretty much the same parts. You took showers in gym class in high school the same as I did. We all know what we look like. And this hunk you have with you can pretty much guess what we all look like, too. So, loosen up already! You're in college now.”

The three of them talked awhile about college life, Karen and Anna talking sometimes as though Derby wasn't even there. It seemed as though Karen realized this, suddenly, because she turned to Derby and asked, “Are you thinking about pledging a fraternity when you're eligible?”

“I hadn't really thought about it,” Derby said. “Although, from what I saw today when I was walking around over here, it look like the guys have their share of fun. And anything has to be better than being in a cookie-cutter dorm room with a roommate I already can't stand.”

Karen laughed. “My roommate freshman year was so weird she almost scared me. She was some kind of pseudo-retro-hippie free spirit loony. She refused to shave her legs or her armpits, and she seldom bathed. She spent most of her time meditating or getting high. When she knew she was going to flunk out at the end of second semester, she simply packed her shit and left, saying she was going to hitchhike until she found a commune. What a loser!”

Derby said, “If you want to see a loser, you should meet my roommate. He's the stereotypical nerd. Star Wars posters, Transformers t-shirts, Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection, the works!”

Anna piped up, “Please don't tell me he has an English-Klingon translation dictionary!”

They all laughed, and then Karen said, “I'll bet he hasn't unpacked it yet. It's probably in the same box with his Stargate Academy pajamas.”

Anna managed to look serious for a moment as she asked Derby, “Is that the same carton he packed all his miracle-cure acne medicines in, you know, the ones that just don't seem to work for him?”

All three of them howled with laughter at that one. Derby really liked having fun with these girls, especially since it was at the dweeb Martin's expense. It didn't hurt anything that both of these girls were really very cute.

After they had recovered a little, Karen said, “Anna, one of the reasons I asked you to come over here tonight, besides the fact that I really wanted to get to see you, was to see if you wanted to have some fun. You know, see what the best part of college can be like.”

“What do you mean?” Anna asked.

“I told you over the summer about my boyfriend, Brad, right?”

Anna said, teasing, “Oh yeah, the phenomenally sexy hunk that makes you weak every time you think about him.”

“Shut up, freshman,” Karen said. “Yes, him. His fraternity is having a “welcome back to school” party tonight. Do you want to come with me? You can bring your boyfriend along.”

“Derby's not my boyfriend!” Anna squealed, feeling a little embarrassed. “He's just a guy I met when I got here. He helped me and my folks drag my stuff into my room, and then he called me tonight just as I was ready to come over here. He was nice enough to walk me over here.”

“Oh,” Karen said, openly eying Derby from head to toe, “so you're just the perfect gentleman type, huh? Well, seriously, that was a really nice thing to do. Anna is just too cute to walk around alone at night. And with a guy as big and strong-looking as you, she was perfectly safe. Really, I think it's great that you volunteered to escort my innocent little baby-almost-sister here. And Anna, you could do worse than being seen walking around with a hunk like this.”

Anna, seeming like she wanted to get off the subject, asked, “So what's the deal with this party?”

“Oh, the usual frat party stuff,” Karen said. “Lots of beer, lots of booze, lots of fun, maybe a wet t-shirt contest and a wet boxer-short contest if the right people show up.”

“Well, I'm certainly not going to join in on that!” Anna said.

Karen laughed. “No pressure, although I bet a lot of those frat guys would like to see those tasty, tiny titties of yours.”

“Karen!” Anna exclaimed.

“Like I said before, lighten up! I might just join in, if I get drunk enough. And there's no way you're not going to stay right with me to watch the wet boxer-short contest. You're in college, girl. Time to lose your innocence. So, what do you say, guys, are we going?”

“Anna,” Derby said, “I'll stay with you just in case any guys try to hit on you or anything, if you like.”

“Then it's settled. I just have to change shirts.” Before Derby or Anna knew what was happening, Karen had stripped off her shirt and was unclasping her bra. When it was off, she stood there in front of them, topless for a moment, and then grabbed a tank top out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. It was only when she was smoothing it over her very nice-looking breasts that she said, “Oops, I guess I shouldn't have done that. Oh, well, at least maybe now I can get Derby to vote for me if I enter the contest, now that he's seen me up close. Come on, let's go.”

The three left Karen's sorority house and headed out on fraternity row. They passed a few houses, and then went up the front walk of the house Derby had seen earlier in the day, the one with the volleyball court in the side yard and the beer truck out front.

“This is your boyfriend Brad's house?” Derby asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

“Yeah. If I'm going to show you two how college kids party, this is definitely the place to do it. This is THE party spot on campus.”

As soon as they walked in the front door, Karen was grabbed by a huge shirtless guy whose chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He picked her up and kissed her roughly, ramming his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard.

“Hey, Mountain,” Karen laughed when he had put her down. “Just as shy as ever, I see. Where's Brad?”

“Probably upstairs getting his knob polished by two blond cheerleaders,” Mountain rumbled.

“Oh,” Karen laughed. “Just as gentlemanly, too.”

As they walked away, Anna asked, almost fearfully, “Who was that guy?”

“Everyone calls him Mountain, for obvious reasons. He's one of Brad's friends. He's also the resident tattoo artist. He did every bit of ink on him himself, using mirrors. Did you ever try to draw in a mirror? That's really hard to do. Imagine how hard it would be to tattoo yourself. But Brad does excellent work. A lot of the guys have at least some of his work. If you're good, I might show you what I had him do on me. Of course, if I get drunk enough, you might see anyway.”

At that point, two more frat brothers approached Karen, one from each side. Both leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and each of them grabbed one of her breasts. She kissed them both warmly on the mouth. “God, it's good to see you guys. I missed you all summer. Oh, I'm sorry, Drake and Jerry, this is Anna, a freshman from my high school, and her friend Derby.”

Drake and Jerry both shook hands with Derby, and Drake dropped to one knee in front of Anna, took her hand and theatrically kissed the back of it. Jerry grabbed Anna, scooped her up in his arms like a child, and said, “Little girl, do you want a piece of candy?”

“Dammit, Jerry,” Karen said, sounding a little annoyed, “knock it off. She's not ready for that. She just got here, for God's sake. Put her down!”

Jerry complied, grinning. “I'm just friendly,” he said.

“No, you're just a major pervert. She's eighteen, you idiot. Way too old for your tastes. Brad's told me about how you like to hang out at the middle school,” Karen said.

“Did he tell you how he begs me to come along?” Jerry asked.

“You're insufferable, you know that?” Karen said, still sounding a little irritated.

“Speaking of insufferable guys that you love,” Drake said, “Brad's up in his room.”

Karen motioned Derby and Anna to follow her upstairs. “These guys are really all harmless. They just like to have fun. Although, that Jerry is a little weird. In fact, he's pretty much of a jerk.”

When they got to Brad's door, Karen made a motion to the other two to be quiet. She tiptoed over to Brad, who sat at his desk, his back to the door. Karen put her hands over his eyes. “Guess who?” she asked, disguising her voice.

“I give up, who?” Brad answered.

“Your favorite internet porn star,” Karen answered.

“Damn, I was hoping it was my girlfriend, Karen. She's hotter.”

“Right answer, baby!” Karen said, moving around to kiss him. “But before you do anything to test your theory, you should know that I brought guests. Guys, this is Brad. Brad, this is Anna, the girl from my town I've told you about, and her friend Derby. They're both freshmen. I wanted to show them how college kids party.”

Brad stood and shook hands warmly. “You came to the right place. This is Party Central. Let's go downstairs and I'll show you kids around.”

As soon as they got downstairs, someone shoved plastic cups of beer into each of their hands. Anna immediately looked uncomfortable. “I don't like beer,” she whispered to Derby.

“What do you like?” Derby asked, taking a big gulp of his.

“I don't know. I've never had much to drink. I've tried beer, which I don't like, and I've had some wine and wine coolers, but nothing else.

“OK. Look, there's a table with punch bowls. Let's get you some of that,” Derby said. They walked over to the table together.

A frat brother was sitting behind the makeshift bar, mixing drinks and serving punch. “What's your poison, little lady?” he asked.

“I'd like some punch,” Anna answered.

“Unleaded, super, or (drum roll, please!) racing fuel?” he said with an evil glint in his eye.

“What's the difference?” Derby asked.

“Unleaded is plain, unadulterated fruit punch with a little ginger ale to jazz it up. Super is the same, with enough grain alcohol added to make it interesting. If you pace yourself, you can drink that shit all night and still wake up for lunch. Racing fuel is, well, let's just say, strong. Real fuckin' strong. It's about 2/3 punch and 1/3 grain. Guaranteed to speed you on your way to oblivion,” the bartender answered.

“I'll take the unleaded,” Anna said.

“She'll have the super,” Derby said to the bartender. To Anna, he said, “Just try it. If you don't like it, I'll get you the plain stuff.”

They wandered off with their cups, talking. To his surprise, Anna finished her punch at the same time Derby finished his first cup of beer. “Refill?” he asked.

“Sure, why not. You know, that stuff really tasted good,” Anna said.

“This has potential,” Derby thought. “If she gets a little drunk, maybe she'll be easy to fuck.” He got another beer for himself and another cup of super.

The party was definitely heating up. People were dancing in several of the rooms downstairs, and there was loud music everywhere. Suddenly, Anna squealed and jumped.

“What's wrong?” Derby asked.

“That guy just grabbed my ass!” Anna said, looking horrified.

“Stay here,” Derby said. He marched over to the guy Anna had indicated and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around.

“What the fuck do you think you're doing?” Derby growled in the guy's face.

“Having fun, dude. That's what we're here for. To have fun.”

Derby grabbed the guy by the throat and shoved him against the wall. “The lady didn't think it was fun, asshole! You owe her an apology.”

“Fuck you, freshman,” the guy gasped, trying to break Derby's hold on his throat.

“Yo, yo, break it up, break it up!” Brad yelled, rushing over and grabbing Derby. “What the hell's going on?”

“This motherfucker grabbed Anna's ass. So I'm gonna break his hand.”

“No, you're not. Outsiders do not lay a hand on a brother in this house. Now, I know you couldn't have known that, so I'm not going to kick you out, but you need to back off,” Brad said to Derby. To the other guy he said, “Joel, I'm going to break both of your hands if you don't apologize to both the lady and to my man Derby. And no bullshit. You know I can do it, and you know no one's going to stop me. Rule #1 of parties here: you don't touch chicks that aren't asking for it. You know that. And she's definitely not asking for it. She's here with a guy, and you disrespected both of them. So apologize to both of them, and then go get another drink.

Joel did as he was told, and shook Derby's hand. After that, Brad announced, “OK, show's over, everyone. Drinks are on the house!”

“They were anyway,” someone yelled.

Brad laughed and said, “I know, but it sounds cool to say that. Come on everyone, let's party!”

There was a lot of cheering, and then the incident seemed forgotten. By everyone but Anna, anyway.

“Derby,” she said, “can I talk to you where it's not so noisy?”

“Sure. We can go outside. Let's get refills on our way out.”

When they were away from the worst of the noise, Anna said, “Thank you. You didn't have to do that.”

“Yes I did,” Derby said. “It makes me furious when someone is disrespectful to someone I like. That jerk had no right to do that to you. And besides, well,... it's just that,... oh, forget it.”

“What is it Derby?” Anna asked.

“Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. It's just,... well,... it brought up a bad memory.”

“Tell me, Derby,” Anna said, taking his hand in her own. “I'm a good listener.”

Derby said nothing for a minute, leading Anna over to a back corner of the yard and inviting her to sit with him on the grass under a tree. He turned on his well-rehearsed act, staring off in to space, his face turned slightly away from her, until he was able to work up some tears in his eyes.

“When I was a senior in high school, I had a girlfriend. She and Todd had been my best friends for years. We knew everything about each other, and Megan and I fell in love. She was everything to me. Sometimes we went places as a threesome, sometimes we would double date with his girlfriend of the week, but mostly, it was Megan and me. We even applied to the same colleges. I was going to ask her to marry me.

“Then, they did the most disrespectful thing to me that anyone could do. The night of our high school graduation, I caught them in bed together. My best friend and the girl I loved! Can you imagine how I felt?” At that point, Derby turned to Anna and let her see his tears.

She sat there holding his hand. “Go on,” she said. “I told you I'm a good listener. Let it out.”

“I'm sorry, Anna,” he said with a convincing fake sob. He wiped away his tears. “It's rude of me to talk about another girl to you. But you're so nice. I just had to tell someone. And that bastard in there grabbing you, showing a beautiful girl like you a complete lack of respect, just pissed me off. And when he acted like he did with me, it just brought it all crashing back. Another guy was trying to do something with a girl I care for. I just saw red.”

Anna said, “That's so sweet of you, Derby. It means a lot to me that you defended my honor, and it means a lot to me to hear you say that you care.” She hugged him, and he hugged her back. They held each other for a while.

Derby said, softly, “That's the truth, you know. There's something about you that does make me care a lot about you.”

Anna pulled back from their embrace and looked at Derby, searching for the tenderness she heard in his voice. Satisfied, she said, “I'm starting to care a lot about you, too.”

When Derby leaned in to kiss her, Anna let it happen. Then, she responded, kissing him back warmly, but tenderly, the way he had kissed her.

Derby assumed she was a virgin, and not very experienced with guys. This was a problem, but it could also work to his advantage. Since she seemed innocent, he would have to be careful to not move things along too quickly, but, at the same time, he might be able to use looks, lines, and gestures that might loosen her up. Some more punch couldn't hurt, either.

They resumed hugging and talking, sipping their drinks. After a while, their cups were empty. Derby said, “Let's go back in and get another drink.” He stood up, and pulled Anna to her feet.

“Oh, wow,” she said. “I think I'm starting to feel that punch.”

“Don't worry, Anna, I took care of you before, didn't I? Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make sure you're OK,” Derby said, putting his arm around her as they walked.

When he got to the bar, the bartender said, “Another draft, and another super punch for the little lady?”

Derby said, “A draft, yes. Could you make the punch half-and-half?”

“Half super and half unleaded?” the bartender asked.

“Half super and half racing fuel,” Derby answered.

The bartender smiled and filled their cups.

When Anna tasted her punch, she said, “Whoa! This stuff burns going down!”

Derby said, “They just made a new batch. The bartender said he may have gotten too much ginger ale in it, so it might have a little extra zip.”

“Yeah, it does. Whew! Well, do you want to dance?”

“Sure.”

They started dancing to the blaring hip-hop music. Anna was obviously getting a little “happy,” and on some of the numbers with more risque lyrics, she was doing more risque dance moves. Derby was pleased to see that she was loosening up. But he was starting to get impatient to loosen her up a whole lot more.

After a few dances, he pulled her off the dance floor.

“Wow, that's thirsty work,” she said, her words slurring slightly.

“Let me get you a fresh drink,” Derby said.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” Anna asked, giggling.

“Why, are you drunk?”

“I think I'm getting there.”

“I said I'd take care of you, didn't I? I meant it, sweetie, I'm here for you. Remember, I care about you. I'll just get us fresh drinks, and then we'll go outside for some air and some quiet.”

“OK.”

Derby got Anna another half-and-half punch, and himself another beer. He had some experience in drinking, and he had an idea of his limits. He fully intended to pour most of his beer on the ground while Anna wasn't looking.

This time, when they sat under the tree, Derby immediately drew Anna into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back, still keeping her kisses affectionate, but not passionate. Derby decided to try to move things along. After several long kisses, he pulled away slightly and looked at her. “You're really very beautiful, you know.”

“Oh, stop that,” Anna said, giggling. “I am not.”

“You are. I'm so lucky to have you with me tonight. I just want to kiss and hold you. Like this.” With that, Derby gently brushed Anna's long black hair aside, and began to kiss her lightly on the side of her neck.

“Mmmm,” she said.

“And like this.” Derby pulled the collar opening of her t-shirt slightly to the side so he could rain tiny kisses on her throat and collarbone.

He could feel her small hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. “Oh God,” she whispered.

“And like this.” Derby kissed her on the mouth again, this time pressing his tongue against her lips. After only a moment's hesitation, Anna parted her lips so their tongues could caress each other. This time, the kiss lasted quite a while.

When they broke the kiss, Anna stared at Derby. “I'm really attracted to this guy,” she thought to herself. “He's a really good kisser. He's so sensitive. And he's such a big, strong, noble guy. I'm going to have to watch myself, or I might get carried away.”

Derby was staring right back at Anna, thinking, “She's getting pretty drunk. I wonder how fast I can get her naked. I'll bet, with as tiny as she is, she's going to be really, really tight. Damn, I want to fuck her. Maybe another drink or two will do it.”

They kissed again, and Derby let his hand stray to Anna's tiny breast. For an instant, he felt her stiffen, but then, she yielded to him, enjoying the feel of his hand on her as he stroked and fondled her through her thin t-shirt and bra.

Derby felt her nipple harden under his touch. Good. He kissed her again, a little more passionately than before, and she responded. His hand moved down her side to the hem of her shirt, and then back up again under the fabric. When he touched her breast through just her skimpy, lacy bra, he could feel her little hard nipple clearly. Continuing his kiss, he worked his hand under the bra until her bare nipple was between his fingertips. Still, their tongues danced.

When Derby's hand left Anna's breast and moved down to the waistband of her shorts, Anna placed a restraining hand on him and came up for air. “Please, I'm not ready for that. I've already done more with you than I've ever done with any guy. I'm sorry,” Anna said. She took a big gulp of her drink.

“No, I'm sorry,” Derby said. “It's just that I feel so close to you already, and you're so beautiful. You're the first girl I've been able to trust with my feelings since Megan did what she did to me. Do you want to go inside? Can you forgive me?”

“Of course I forgive you. It's me, not you,” Anna said. “Yes, let's go inside. This is supposed to be a party, so let's have another drink!”

Derby helped Anna to her feet. She was becoming visibly intoxicated. When they got inside, she went onto the dance floor and began to shake her cute little ass to the music. Derby went back to the bar.

Jerry sidled over to him. “Hey, Derby, gonna get lucky tonight with the little Japanese hottie?”

“What's it to you?” Derby said, a hint of a snarl in his voice.

“For ten bucks, I can guarantee you'll get to do whatever you want with her.”

“Yeah? How?”

“With this,” Jerry answered, opening his hand to reveal an oblong, olive green tablet.

“What's that?” Derby asked.

“The answer to your prayers when you want to fuck a difficult girl. Rohypnol,” Jerry said in Derby's ear.

“I don't understand,” Derby said.

“Kid, didn't you ever hear of Roofies? You know, the date rape drug? Drop it in her drink, stir it around with your finger until it dissolves, wait a little while, and then fuck the shit out of her. She probably won't remember a thing tomorrow, and if she does, she'll probably think she just got shit-faced drunk,” Jerry said, leering at Derby.

“Ten bucks, huh? I've never paid for sex, and that's what this feels like.”

“You wanna fuck her or not? I'm a businessman, so I'll give you a warranty. If you get in her pants, I keep the money. If you don't, find me tomorrow and I'll give you double your money back.”

Derby pulled out a $10 bill and gave it to Jerry.

“There's a room on the third floor, end of the hall on the left. It's one of our guest rooms. Get her in there before the drug takes effect, or you'll have to carry her. And don't expect her to be too responsive, 'cuz she won't be. But, at least you'll get to fuck her. And a young-looking little piece of ass like that? I envy you, man,” Jerry said as he walked away.

It was getting late. The party was still going strong, but Derby was about out of patience. He wanted to fuck the little bitch, just break her cherry and get his rocks off. This was starting to sound like a pretty good idea. He'd only have to be nice to her until he got her upstairs and the drug took effect. Then he could use her any way he liked and leave. No more seduction bullshit, no more trying to trick her or sweet-talk her into fucking him, no more getting shot down, no more nothing, except getting his rocks off and getting the hell out. Nice!

He dropped the pill in Anna's fresh cup of half-and-half punch and stirred it with his finger until it dissolved. Then he collected her off the dance floor.

“Oh, Derby, I'm getting tired. I think I'm getting drunk,” Anna giggled as she leaned into him for support.

“It's OK, sweetie, this is your first college party. Like Karen, said, lighten up and enjoy yourself. Look, I brought you a fresh cup of plain punch. Just drink that and we'll go someplace quiet to talk until you feel a little more steady on your feet. Then I'll take you home. Remember, I told you I'm going to take care of you,” Derby said. To himself he thought, “Boy, am I ever going to take care of you!”

“You're such a sweet guy. I'm so sorry about earlier. I just don't know you well enough yet, even though you are really cute,” Anna slurred as he helped her up the stairs.

“Don't worry about it, sweetie. Everything will be just fine. Look, here's a room where we can sit and talk, away from all the commotion downstairs.

Derby sat her on the bed and handed her her drink. She gulped it down.

“That tasted different from the others,” Anna said.

“That's because there was no alcohol, but plenty of ginger ale,” Derby lied.

“Oh. Thank you for taking care of me. I guess I'm not much fun. I'm ruining your night,” Anna said, now struggling to put sentences together.

“Nonsense, sweetheart. I'm having a terrific time with you. Look, why don't you just lie down and get comfortable. This is one of the guest rooms. If you get tired, just let yourself go to sleep. I'll tell Karen where you are, and we'll make sure you get home OK,” Derby said.

“Thanks,” Anna mumbled as her eyes closed.

Derby waited a few minutes, and then called her name. No response. She appeared to be asleep. He called her again, and again got no answer. Then he shook her shoulder lightly. Nothing. He shook her more forcefully. She muttered something, but Derby couldn't understand her. She was ready for him.

He locked the door and took off his clothes. Then he began to undress her. She was dead weight. Her shoes, t-shirt, shorts, and bra were off in no time. She looked very small, very young, and very vulnerable. Her breasts were small, with dark little nipples. Derby grabbed one and fondled it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She moaned slightly, and the nipple got hard. It wasn't until her pulled her panties off her and began to finger her trimmed little snatch that she gave any real response.

“What are you doing?” she whimpered softly.

“Getting you wet so I can fuck you.”

“No, no, no,” she mumbled.

Derby suddenly remembered something he had been told in sex ed class in high school. “No means no.” That is, if a girl said no, and you fucked her anyway, it was considered rape. Well, this little bitch probably wouldn't remember what she said, and he surely wasn't holding a knife to her throat, but still, some morons might consider it rape. All of which meant, he had to be careful about evidence he might leave behind. Shit, he hated the damn things, but he needed rubbers. They were right there, in a nice little basket on the nightstand. Damn, these frat brothers do know how to party!

Derby opened a condom and put it on. He pulled her legs apart and positioned himself. Holding his erection, he began to try to enter her.

“No, no, don't,” she fussed again, barely audible. She was hardly moving.

“Shut up, bitch,” Derby growled. He wadded up her panties and stuffed them in her mouth as he tried to enter her again. No good. She was really small. Derby rammed a finger inside her and worked it around, then added a second finger, and finally crammed in a third. Anna was thrashing weakly, obviously uncomfortable, but he was relentless.

Derby pushed against her tight little slit again. It was better this time. With some effort, he managed to penetrate her so the head of his cock was inside. God did that feel good. She was so fucking tight. He pushed further and met the resistance of her barrier. He pulled back, and then slammed his way through it. Anna's scream was real, but very weak and muffled by her makeshift gag. Derby continued to force himself inside until he bottomed out. Then he rested for a few seconds.

When he pulled back, he looked down and saw blood on the shaft of his cock. “Good,” he thought. “That blood and the lube on the condom should grease her up enough. I'm going to have the tightest fuck of my life with this one.”

Because of the condom and the alcohol in Derby's own system, it took him a while to cum, even with how incredibly tight Anna's pussy was. That was fine. She felt really, really good. When he was done, he pulled out and watched her virgin blood ooze out of her. He stripped off the used condom and used her t-shirt to clean himself. The sight of her on the bed, naked, tiny, helpless, but no longer innocent thrilled Derby. In very little time, he was hard again.

This time, after putting on a fresh condom, he knelt between her legs and grabbed her hips, lifting her onto his lap. With one hand, he guided his cock back between her bruised lips. She was almost as tight as last time, but the mixture of her blood and the condom's lube allowed him to cram his entire length inside her with one vicious thrust. He pumped away at her until he came again.

Again, he used her shirt to clean himself. Then he got dressed. Anna continued to lie there, dead to the world but still breathing, motionless, her panties stuffed in her mouth, her pussy bloody. He picked up the used condoms, the wrappers, their drink cups, and her t-shirt, used clean areas of the shirt to wipe down anything he may have touched, shoved everything in his pockets, and left her there.

When Derby came downstairs, he spotted Jerry. Jerry gave him a thumbs up, but with a question on his face. Derby just smiled quickly and walked out the door. In the pre-dawn quiet, he made his way back across campus, disposing of the evidence in garbage bins he passed on his way to his room for some much-needed sleep.

Jerry wasn't the only one who saw Derby leave. Brad had seen him too, and he had also seen Jerry.

“I wonder what that was all about?” Brad thought. “And where is Anna?” He decided to go upstairs to see if he could find her.

Moments later, Brad came thundering downstairs. “Karen! Karen!” he yelled.

Karen came rushing over. “Brad, what's wrong?”

“You better come up here with me. Now. We have a problem.”

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