Pleasure U.

Pleasure U. Pleasure U.

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica


Six 18 year old freshmen start college, unaware that they will spend much of the next four years teaching each other and themselves about pleasure, sex and love.


Six 18 year old freshmen start college, unaware that they will spend much of the next four years teaching each other and themselves about pleasure, sex and love.

Chapter1 (v.1) - Pleasure U.

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Six 18 year old freshmen start college, unaware that they will spend much of the next four years teaching each other and themselves about pleasure, sex and love.

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Submitted: May 01, 2015

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Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: May 01, 2015



Chapter I: Arrival, Friday, August 30, 2013:


The silver Mercedes sedan cruised nearly silently down a practically empty stretch of the interstate, with the equally silver Bentley following just as quietly behind it. Both vehicles were high on luggage, short on occupants. Celine Baselwood was driving the Mercedes. Her parents had bought it for her brand-new two months ago, as a gift for graduating high school, to replace her then two-year-old Mercedes. The odometer still had fewer than three digits reading. Behind her were her parents in the Bentley, two years old and, in the minds of the older Baselwoods, due for replacement soon. The father was the CFO of a clothing company, which he also owned 15% of the stock in, as well as large portions of other companies. In the previous year, he’d earned one hundred and seventy million dollars, which had become one hundred and sixty-eight million after taxes. His wife did not work, aside from managing the servants in their various homes. Their only child was starting her first year in university, and today was the day everyone was to move in. A small sticker, mailed from the university and pasted to the bottom corner of the rear window of the Mercedes, gave the young Baselwood permission to keep her car on campus.

Inside the car, Celine could feel the butterflies fluttering in her stomach. She’d never been away from her parents for longer than a couple days before. She’d never been on her own. Of course, she wasn’t really on her own. Her father had given her a debit card with one hundred thousand dollars that she could spend as she pleased while she was away, and if she ran out, she could probably bat her eyes at him over the phone and get him to send more money. This was a man who made nearly twenty thousand dollars an hour on average, after all, and had a net worth of nearly four billion dollars. But Celine would try to keep her expenses down. She didn’t want to beg for money from her father unless it was absolutely necessary. After all, she didn’t want to end up like Veruca Salt in “Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory.”

She reached over and turned up the volume, allowing her iPod to blast one of the older One Direction hits through the radio a little bit louder. She sang along to the song gleefully, after all, One Direction was one of her favorite bands. All the boys in the band were so dreamy, particularly Harry. She sighed, knowing that she’d never hook up with any of them, even with her wealth and beauty.

Ironically, one of the reasons she was going to college was to try to find a man to marry. After all, business was important, and it would be good for her to marry the son of another wealthy business magnate, so that their union could expand their business empire, as her parents had been not-so-subtly suggesting for the past several years, ever since she’d reached early dating age, really. They’d tried to set her up on a few dates with some of the rich boys that lived in the same general area as she did, but she never made it past a first date with any of them.

They were soon pulling into the small, private, secular university. It was located just outside a medium-sized city, far enough to be fairly secluded, but close enough to not induce cabin fever. There were people outside, university officials directing traffic. One asked Celine which residence hall she lived in. She answered, “Dock Hall” and they sent her to a parking lot at the edge of campus, beside a large building that read “Dock Hall.” She was fairly early, so she was able to grab a good parking spot near the entrance to the two-story dorm building, and her parents were able to pull in right beside her.

Before they started unpacking anything, they decided to see where Celine’s room, room 263, was. Celine had gotten everything she was going to need: room key, ID swipe card, mailbox key, in a package in the mail about two weeks before her arrival. She swiped through the electronic lock and led her parents into Dock Hall.

They found themselves at the end of a brightly-lit hallway. The number 166 was painted on the nearest door, so they felt relieved to find that they were at least at the right end of the hall. Immediately beside the door were some stairs leading up, so they took them up to the second floor. From where they were standing, the door to room 263 was the second on the left. Taped to the door were two pieces of brightly-colored construction paper. The blue one had Celine Baselwood printed on it, the orange one had the name of her roommate, Amy Ackerman, printed on it. The two young women had talked over the summer when they’d learned that they were to be roommates and given each other’s school email address, but most of that had been very formal, very proper, just doing things like sorting out who was to bring the microwave, who was to bring the refrigerator, stuff like that. The door was shut and, as Celine found out when she tried the handle, locked. She unlocked the door and entered. The room was empty, save for two twin beds covered in bare mattresses, two dressers, two chairs, and two desks. Amy had not yet arrived.

They went back out to the cars and began to bring in all of Celine’s stuff. Microwave, computer, backpack, books, clothes, shoes, medicine, and so on and so forth. Within an hour, Celine had claimed, arranged, and set up her side of the room. She hugged and kissed her parents goodbye and watched them walk out the door. She had found that there was a pamphlet on each desk with the orientation schedule, but when she read it, she learned that there was nothing going on until that night. She kicked off her shoes, a pair of nice ballet flats, and flopped down on the bed, now made up with sheets and blankets and pillows, on her back.

She woke up about forty-five minutes later, feeling a little embarrassed to have fallen asleep, but why should she? There was nobody around. Amy had yet to arrive. She climbed back out of bed and looked at herself in the full-length mirror on her closet door. Her long blond hair was a little tussled from sleep so she combed it again, parting it neatly on the right side of her head. It was about noon, so she decided to go get lunch, but she didn’t remember where the dining hall was. It was at that moment that she heard a knock on the door. She unlocked it and opened it. Standing in the hall were three people: a middle-aged couple and a young woman about her age. The young woman was wearing a backpack and carrying a hamper full of clothes, the older woman was also carrying a hamper of clothes, and the man was carrying a microwave and a lamp.

“You must be Celine Baselwood,” Amy said, smiling and extending a hand

Celine shook it, “Indeed I am.”

“I’m Amy Ackerman. Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise. Come on in.”

“Thank you.”

All three of them entered into the room and unceremoniously dumped what they were carrying on Amy’s bed, except for the hampers, which went on the floor.

“You have more things?” Celine asked.

“Yep,” Amy responded.

“Need help bringing them in?”

“Oh, no, there’s not much more, but thanks,” Amy answered with a warm, friendly, genuine smile.

The Ackerman’s walked out of the room, returning a few minutes later with a couple more baskets filled with various essentials: laundry detergent, hand sanitizer tampons, pads, birth control pills, Tylenol, and a variety of medication of the sort that are only ever bought by hypochondriacs and paranoid mothers.

“You need help setting everything up?” asked Mrs. Ackerman.

“Nope, I’ve got it, thanks,” replied Amy.

“Well, have fun, stay safe, all those things,” said Mr. Ackerman.

The parents hugged and kissed their daughter goodbye in turn, then left the room, closing the door behind them. The roommates worked to put away Amy’s things into something that at least resembled being organized.

When they were done, the two women looked each other up and down. Amy wore her long, black hair in a ponytail, while Celine let her blond hair hang free. Amy was about 5’7” and 140 pounds, three inches taller and twenty pounds heavier than Celine. Amy wore rectangular glasses over averaged-sized brown eyes, Celine didn’t need glasses or contacts, as her large, innocent blue eyes worked perfectly. Amy was wearing sneakers, black jeans and a blue T-shirt. Celine was wearing a blue dress, knee-length with straps, and the black ballet flats she’d been wearing earlier.

After a long, awkward pause, Celine asked, “Want to go get lunch?”

Amy responded in the affirmative, and they were off, trying to find their way to the dining hall. As they walked, they decided to try to get to know each other.

“How old are you?” Celine asked.

“Eighteen. You?”


“Nice. What’s your major?”

Celine laughed. “I have no idea. What’s yours?”

“I’m not sure, but I think I’m going to do history.”

“Hmm, sounds interesting. What classes are you signed up for this semester?”

“I’m doing Introductory Physics, Principles of Studio Art, 20th Century American Literature, and Calculus.”

“No history classes?”

“No, I want to get my gen eds out of the way, so I’m just going to do those this year. Then I’ll have three years to do what I really want to do. What about you? What classes are you taking?”

“Plant Biology, Victorian England, Calculus, and Principles of Studio Art. Who do you have for Calc?”


“Ah, I have Potter. How about Art?”


“Yay, me too! What time?”

“2:30 Monday and Wednesday.”

“Yay! We’re in the same class!”

They found themselves in front of the dining hall, so they went inside, swiping in with their ID cards. The dining hall was an all-you-can-eat buffet, with every student allowed unlimited access 24-7 for free, or at least, it came as part of their tuition packages. The girls split up, getting trays, going around to the various meal stations and filling their trays, before running into each other again at the drinks machine. They went into the rearmost section of the seating part of the cafeteria, taking seats at a table near the back of the room.

Once they’d sat down, Amy asked, “What do your parents do for a living?”

“Dad’s a CFO, mom doesn’t work. What about your parents?”

“Dad’s on the Board of Directors for a food company, Mom is a neurosurgeon.”

“Oh, wow, your Mom’s a neurosurgeon? That’s so cool!”

“I think so too.”

Celine, quite bluntly, asked, “How much money does your family have?”

Amy shrugged. “Around two, two and a half billion. Yours?”

“A pinch above four billion.”

“Wow! That’s impressive!”

“Thanks, though your family isn’t doing badly either.”

“Yeah, I know. Thanks.”

As the two girls continued to talk, Katie Parsons was driving to college for her own first day. Her parents weren’t with her, as she only needed one vehicle to transport all her things, as everything she would need could into the back of her 1997 Ford F-150, or what was left of it. It was impossible to tell what color the truck had been, as it was rusted nearly completely away, to the point that the floor of the “bed” of the truck was a thick piece of plywood she’d cut out to fit the dimensions of the bed and bolted to the few pieces of the truck still structurally capable of taking weight. She parked in an empty space, dropped the tailgate of her truck, and began to unload her stuff. Even though she was pretty strong from growing up on a farm and working construction and on other farms, she was only one person, and needed to make three trips to bring everything in. As she entered the room on her first trip, carrying her microwave and her old PowerBook laptop, the valuable things she didn’t want stolen, she saw that her roommate had arrived at some point, but wasn’t in at the moment. Katie was looking forward to meeting her, but there would be plenty of time for them to cross paths. After all, they were going to be roommates for the next nine months, so they were bound to meet sooner or later. At the moment, she was hungry, as it was one-thirty and she hadn’t eaten lunch, so she went to the dining hall to get lunch herself.

She did get to meet her roommate when she got back from lunch. According to the name on her door, the roommate’s name was Alexandra Connor. Katie could see that Alexandra had red hair that reached the center of her shoulder blades, the same length as her own, just red instead of black. Alexandra had green eyes, Katie had blue eyes. Katie was 5’9”, 160 pounds, most of that muscle, Alexandra was barely five feet, and fairly thin, though not alarmingly so, too heavy for the cover of some “beauty” magazine, but not at all overweight.

“Are you Alexandra?” Katie asked, thinking about how dumb that question must have sounded. Who else would it be?

“Aye, but you can call me Alex.” Alex had the thickest Irish accent of anyone she’d ever met.

“I’m Katie. Where are you from?”

“Ireland. What about you?”

“New York.”

“Oh, that must be fun. What’s it like living in a big city?”

Katie laughed as she realized that Alex though she meant she was from New York City. “I don’t know. I’m from upstate. Again, the name of the town would mean nothing to you.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“Biology. You?”

“I’m a double major. History because I find it interesting and business because my parents told me to and they’re paying for this place.”

“You meet our RA yet?”

“No, but she’s taking us all to the dining hall tonight for a formal meet and greet.”

“You going?”

“Well, attendance is mandatory, so yeah.”

“Oh, I didn’t realize that attendance was mandatory.”

“Everything this weekend is mandatory.”

“Well shit.”

“Yeah, I don’t particularly like being told what to do, but hey, it’s only one weekend.”

“Yeah, it’s no big deal.”

The two girls continued to talk, becoming friendly with each other as the afternoon went on, while Amy and Celine did the same in the other room, until their RA came by to take them to dinner early that evening.

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