Frosh Week - #11

I thought since its back to school time and frosh week is either this week or next, I would commemorate it with my experiences from frosh week a couple years ago.

(Too hear about how slutty/horny I was that week you can check out an older post #12 - One Night Stand )

This particular frosh week I was a leader for all the new froshies which means that really you can't have any sexual relations with them until frosh week is over. (unless your me, of course)

The first time I met with my group of froshies it was for some icebreakers and what not. As soon as I saw them I already had decided that a couple were good looking but ultimately knew that I shouldn't do anything. During the human knot or something, I heard one of the boys speak and lo and behold there was an Australian accent. This was the FIRST time I had legit met any person who had an accent and that I was in proximity with enough to actually do something about it.

He was a little shorter than I like, older than me (soooo even BETTER), had curly hair (love), and the obvious austrailian accent (exotic - he was an exchange student).

Every night of frosh week, we have special bar or club night events that is for all people in frosh. As soon as I arrived, this exotic froshie bee-lined to me and started buying me drinks and getting all close. I honestly did try, for a bit to resist and ensure that I stuck to the rules.

#12 - One Night Stands and Walks of Shame

At frosh week at my university, all the leaders stay together in a hotel downtown near campus.
Naturally we would all walk back to our hotels at the end of the night of partying.

Being that we are in Toronto, frosh parties would be happening all in the clubbing district; me and a couple friends were on our way back to the hotel when we stopped for some food.

This is where I met "random"; I just don't even remember what he may have said or what not but I believe i remember him grabbing onto me and kissing and then we were in a cab and I was telling my friends to go on without me.

Actually now that I'm trying to relive the night, I think the only reason I went with him is because he said he lived close to where we were and I knew I had to be back to my hotel in the morning to get ready for the next days frosh activities.

He wasn't lieing, he lived in some condo that was about a 5 min drive from where I was staying. THANK GOD!

Obviously had some good sex, a couple times - slept in a really nice luxiourius bed - interesting for a man who was probably only in his mid 20s. - had some nice EARLY as fuck morning sex. I didn't notice at the time but it was early.
It also happened to be a week day and thus he had to go to work in the morning.

So here I am, in a black strapless quite short dress with red 4" heels walking out of this nice condo building at like 7:30 am. It wasn't till I got in the elevator did I notice that my phone was dead, I was much too proud to go back or ask anyone to call me a cab.

Apparently at 730 am on a weekday EVERYONE is using cabs. I had to walk in this small dress and red heels for about 5-10 min before I could find a free cab to finally get back to my hotel.

Safe, with a story to tell, and my roommates were none the wiser. Showered and led those froshies around the rest of the day like the innocent good role model that I am ;)

PS. I have no IDEA what this guys name was and I didn't think to ask in the morning; nor did I get his number and I think it was best that way.