Alisa was really starting to enjoy college. Years of feeling awkward in high school, being a late bloomer was beginning to finally pay off as she began to develop. Her breast were a modest 34B, but her hips flared out giving her a breathtaking ass. She’d chopped off her hair that once hung down to her mid-back and it now rested gently on her shoulders.

Still shy from years of awkward interaction, she was slowly learning about the pleasures of alcohol and recreational drug use. She enjoyed getting high because it helped her relax and enjoy other people’s company. Finding the drugs she wanted was a little more difficult. Because she was so shy, she’d resorted to asking only her closest friends to help her get some of cocaine or acid. But she was about to have to step out of her comfort zone to get the high she craved.

It was a Friday night during the fall semester and none of her friends were answering her calls or returning her texts. It was almost 8 p.m. and all she’d done was drink a few whisky sours – she was craving a high. Thinking maybe her fried Hattie’s phone was out of earshot, she decided to walk across campus to her friends apartment.

Realizing she was still wearing her pajama pants and a thin spaghetti strap top, she walked into her closet to pick something out to wear. “Ugh. Why didn’t I start the laundry!” she thought. As she examined what remained in her closet, she reached for a denim skirt she absolutely hated to wear and a white silk camisole. As she slipped them on, she shook her head while watching herself in the mirror. She never liked the way she looked. Tonight was no different, but the silk felt nice against her skin. She looked down at her small breast and thought “It’s a big improvement from high school.” She slipped on some sandals and headed out the door.

Half-way across campus, she began to walk down frat row. It was a short cut the her friends place and she enjoyed seeing the frat guys act like idiots and catch glimpses of their bare chest. It was clearly a Friday night as the music blasted from open windows and guys and girls stumbled around in the front yards on the houses. Just as she was about to reach the end of the road, she heard a voice call from her left.

“Hey there, baby! You’re looking hot tonight!” the voice called.

She looked over her shoulder at the Kappa Sigma house and recognized the face that had called out to her. It was Justin from her Algebra class. He was always trying to copy her homework, but Alisa didn’t mind. Justin was built and always looked and smelled nice.