20 - College
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By Jennifer
Part 1 : The Big Day
Hi everybody. I have been writing stories on this site for quite a while. Since the beginnings of this board and even on Canuck's old page before this community got to what it has been. I remember that old dream book based site pretty well. One thing that I remember from it was there was a section for college and university stories as well as the familiar childhood stories that we all share and love to relive. I was originally going to move onto another set of stories from when I was growing up with the completion of the current set. However, I just got an email last week from a very old friend. I have been trying to get in touch with her before I stepped down this road. I believed when I left for college, that my tie up experiences would end. At least when I wasn't home on the weekends. However, I turned out to be wrong. I made a few friends at college and we had some rather interesting games.
I have been wanting to share these experiences on this forum for quite some time. I finally got the OK to go forward with them from one of my college roommates. I wanted to make sure that I had everyone's permission to share this these stories before I began posting them. I have received permission from all the parties involved in this matter and I am finally going to start posting this experience on my site and here. I should warn everyone, this is going to be a long one on this front and I have a lot to tell from this set. I will probably jump back and fourth between here and my other stories from time to time, but this is going to take the front focus for the moment. I apologize, that not all of the first few posts that I am going to make with this set of stories is going to contain tugs in their true nature to begin with. I have a large amount of ground to cover relating to the events that happened here and the background information is rather important to the story. So, please bear with me and as always enjoy the stories.
It was the Third week of August when I was 18 years old when this story takes place. I had just graduated from high school that June and was well on my way in the world. I had taken a job part time as a teller at a local bank over the course of the summer. I needed something to pass the time and help me earn some money for college. That term of employment had taught me a couple of things. Number one, I didn't want to do it for the rest of my life. If I had any doubts about getting my degree that little experience helped me close them down with out any regrets. Secondly, it also gave me a good direction to go. I was seated the second row seat of my mother's minivan. The third row seat had been removed and the whole back of the vehicle was packed from floor to ceiling with anything and everything I thought I would need for college.
The University was a good hour and a half drive from my house and I had visited several of them before ending on this one. I am not going to give out the name of where I went to college. I still want to retain a level of anonymity while I a writing here. I had visited several and the little university had a unique charm to it. It was a small private college in Ohio. Originally, when I saw the price tag for tuition, I knew that I wasn't going. Then, I got my grant awards and it turned out that it would cost me less than if I went to a state run school. It was just the right fit for me. So, the first week of June I enrolled with a declared Major of business and a minor in Mathematics. Not the best combined degree ever thought of, but it was still what I wanted to study. Business or more specifically finance was the field I wanted to pursue a career in. The mathematics minor was just one of my better subjects in high school and it seemed to fit the bill.
It was early Friday morning as the van drove down the state route towards the college. The university had a freshman weekend to get the new students acclimated to college life. It had quite a few activities advertised specifically for the new students. We got to move in a whole two days early and get a little more comfortable. Most of my older siblings had come and gone to college already. I had a whole car full of hamidown stuff from my older brother and sister in the back. Everything to make college life in the dorm a little more bearable. Originally, I had planned to commute to a closer community college and transfer over after two years. However, the money to go was already there I jumped on it. I had my driver's license for over a year already and my own car. Still, my mother had insisted on moving me in. She wanted to make sure that I got settled correctly and the van was a much better choice for hauling all of my junk out to the university. It would probably have taken two trips in my little car and with a 3 hour drive round trip that just wasn't practical. The plan was to get me moved in this weekend and then for my mother to pick me up in a week or two. Then I would drive my own car back out on my own.
You would think with everything going on around me and the whole thing barreling down my attention would be more directed towards the matter at hand. Quite the contrary. It was divided elsewhere on the ride down to the college. I sighed a loud heave as my Dragonite fell to my sister's Machamp. I was seated in the second seat of the vehicle riding next to my little sister Amy. She was 8 or 9 at the time of this story. Pokemon had just come out the fall a little over a year before for the gameboy and the cartoon series on television. I still had been watching cartoons on Saturday morning with my little sister as something to do. She got hooked on the cartoon the first time she saw it. I bought one of the games for the gameboy and last Christmas, Amy got her own copy of the game as well. Now it seemed no matter how much I learned strategy wise, it was a rare occasion if I actually defeated her. I let out another deep sigh as the game loaded back to the staging area and Amy wanted to know if I wanted to go again. I just shook my head and unplugged the link cable from the gameboy handing back over to my sister. I had other things on my mind, but the game was a pleasant enough distraction from the reality of it.
My attitude and outfit were a little over the top for the occasion, but I had wanted to make a good impression on the new girls that I would be living with for at least the next five or six months. Given the time of year and my current state of affairs, I should have chosen something else. I set the gameboy down on the seat next to me using both hands. My wrists were cuffed together in front of me with a set of hinged handcuffs. They made moving my arms around a lot more difficult than the type with the little chain between the wrist I had used so often as a kid. They were a more recent gift from my older sister Mary. Still, I had them for over a year now and used them from time to time. They were more restrictive, but they were also a pain in the but to get in and out of on my own. I had worn them on my hands for the ride down. I doubted that I would be playing any TUGS while I attended the university. In fact, my mother had forbidden me to bring any tie up supplies. What I did growing up at home with my family was one thing, what I did publicly was another. Both of my parents weren't sure how my new roommates would react to my little hobby. As a result, the handcuffs were going home with my mother at the end of this little trip. I was wearing them on my wrists to get the last of this out of my system for the week ahead. Originally, I was going to have my hands behind my back. Amy asked me to fight her on the gameboy though, and I settled for having them in front for the way down instead. It actually worked out more to my favor to have some use of my hands.
I had matured farther in my physical appearance at this point in my life. I had grown a little bigger, but I hadn't change much from when I was 16. I still had my brown hair. I cut it to neck length and wore it loosely around my head now. I had reached what would be my maximum height for my life time. A whopping 5 feet 4 inches 1.623 meters for those of you not familiar with the United States system of measurement. Not all that tall, but that was just my height. OK, so I wasn't the most gorgeous woman on the planet, that is just the way that I am. A lot of my friends still told me I looked like I was 15 or 16 at the time. I had to admit that I did look young for my age, especially the way that I normally dressed and behaved. For the most part, I knew what life was about, but I was still a kid at heart new to this whole on your own thing. I still had quite a bit of growing up to do and the next four years would be a good time for all that to happen one way or the other.
I took my cuffed hands and tried to take a moment to straighten the dress that I was wearing. It wasn't cooperating with me at all under the circumstances. The dress was just a comfortable outfit for the journey ahead. It was light blue in color and had long sleeves that came down to the wrists. The bottom of it ended in an even hem and would normally fall just below my knees when I was standing. The top of it had a peter pan style collar and a short zipper in the back closed it. I also had on a pair of white tights with it. Finally, I was wearing a pair of Mary Jane style dress shoes. The whole outfit was a little warm for summer, but with the air conditioning cranked up in the car it was still rather comfortable. This was an outfit that I sometimes wore to high school or for a more formal family occasion. The problem I was having at the moment is one that I often had when wearing a dress and riding in my parents car to get anywhere. The problem I was having was primarily with the safety harness I was wearing in the back seat of the car.
If your not familiar with the type of vest harness that I often wore in my family car, I will give a quick description for you. It was made of a seat belt like material. It had the normal 2 in wide strap setting in a rather array of a secure web. There was a strap around my waist like a normal seat belt. There were also two shoulder straps that went up over my shoulders. The attached to the waist belt in front and again in the back. The whole harness closed in the back where the two shoulder straps zipped together behind the wearer. You could also add a couple of zipper inserts to expand the back of the vest a couple of inches for heavier clothing. There was also another strap that wrapped around the upper body at about the arm pit level of the wearer for more security. The vest had 4 d-rings, 2 on the shoulders and 2 on the sides of the hips. The shoulder straps could be tightened down for a snug fit. The 4 d-rings attached to the seat with clips on a special seat mount that wrapped around the seat. If you need more information about it, see my first winter vacation story part one for a better description. It was identical to my original vest harness except this one was a light blue in color.
I had been wearing one of them from about the time that I was 8 or 9 years old on. I would use it in the back seat of my parents car and on the school bus riding too and from school. I also had a time period between when I was 12 and 16 that I wore it to bed because of a fall I had out of the top bunk of a bunk bed. More recently, I had stopped sleeping with the harness on. I still had the mount available for my bed if I wanted it and I still used it sometimes if I wanted to be secured to the bed for the night. I now being an adult was large enough that an adult seatbelt would offer me enough protection during a normal car ride. I didn't wear the vest harness all that often any more even in the family car. I had give it up for the last two years that I was in high school on the bus as well. The main stay of the matter, didn't have much to do with the fact that the harness made me fill childish or like a baby. On the contrary, I was more than used to using it by now, really all it did was make me feel safe and secure.
Really, the main reason I quit wearing the harness vest so often was that it just wasn't as practical as it had originally been. While the vest offered more protection in a crash than a normal seat belt would, take it on and off was time consuming. Also, the protection it offered on worked if it was installed properly. I could use it on a school bus or in the back seat of my mother's van. However, at my weight and size it required special mounting items to be used in a normal car. Also, I couldn't use it while I was driving at all. There was no way to secure it for a front seat in a practical matter. I had finally outgrown the harness that I had used between the ages of 13 and 16. It had originally been Scott's and I was finally too big for it. Sean's had been lost for some time after he quit using it a while ago. My mother would have been content to let that be the end of the matter if I hadn't stepped in on it.
Fortunately or unfortunately depending on how you look at it Amy took after my mother and Mary rather than my father like I did. She was growing rather quickly for her age by the time I started college. In fact, she had just outgrown her car seat about halfway through my senior year of high school. My mother was stuck with the problem of what to do with her. She was getting too big for a car seat and was still a little small for a normal seatbelt to be safe. She was going to get a booster seat, but Amy had other plans. She took my little sister out to shop for a new booster seat for a larger kid for a couple of more years and Amy went along for the trip. After a quick trip to the store and letting Amy have a say in the final matter, my little sister decided that she didn't want a booster seat. She wanted a big kid harness vest like the one I wore in the car. She and I were really close growing up and she tried to emulate me in a lot of ways. My mother just shrugged the whole idea and went along with it. The vest was less expensive than the booster seat and she already had plenty of experience with using them in car thanks to me and my brothers.
I happened to catch my mother on the night that she was ordering my little sister one off of the manufactures website. I mentioned to her that I had really outgrown the one I was using now. I asked if she was ordering one for Amy anyways if she could order another one for me in the next size up. At first, she pointed out how little I used the one I had any more and that I had really outgrown the need for one. However, after a little more persuasion, and a long conversation, I manage to get her to cave in and order me one too. Part of the deal of her getting it for me was that if I rode in her car, I had to use it. It was a deal that I was starting to regret today in particular. My mother did away with a lot of the childish features I originally had like the little loops that helped to keep my arms at my sides. Still, I wanted one with a strap between the legs. This was an added safety feature meant to keep the vest from pulling over the wearer's head in an accident. It was mostly meant for the younger wearers and was only a standard option on the smaller sizes of vests. Sean had never worn one with a between the leg strap.
Still, the older sizes could have one included for an extra cost, and I again persuaded my mother if she was spending the money anyway to go ahead and order one with the extra feature. The only real problem I was having was that the leg strap didn't work out too well with dresses as you can probably imagine. My dress's lower half was bunching up and getting all tangled as I moved around in the seat. I tried to get it straightened and pulled down a little more securely. I had this same problem on the school bus for years, but I learned to deal with it. It was just that the handcuffs were not helping the situation at all. Amy sat on the seat next to me still playing her gameboy in single player mode. She was dressed in a light blue t-shirt and a matching pair of short. She also had on short socks and a pair of tennis shoes over them with a baseball cap on her forehead. She was strapped in securely like I was minus her hands being free. Scott was riding shotgun next to my mother who was driving the car.
There hadn't been much argument over the front passenger seat of the car. It was a condition of Scott coming with us that morning. I had to yield it to him because of his age advantage anyways. My mother was along with us so that we could use her van to move me into college. She was driving so that she could take the van home and still have it to drive around town the next few days. Amy was along since there was nobody aside from Mary available to watch her and my eldest sister had to work that day anyways. Scott had accompanied us for a number of reasons. First, he had the day off and nothing really better to do. Secondly, my mother had bribed him with breakfast out if he came along and helped me get moved in. Which, brings us the the final reason. My brother was going to be serving as a glorified pack mule to help my mother and me move all this junk from the van to my dorm room. It was a mutually beneficial agreement on all the involved parties. In the whole of the matter, my brother would help me in a couple of other ways as well. But, I am getting ahead of myself here.
My mother pulled the van off to the side of the rode at a local diner to keep her promise to my brother and the rest of us of a morning breakfast out. It was still pretty early and the college wouldn't even begin letting us move in until an hour or so later in the day. This meant we had a little time to get settled and grab a nice meal in. My mother exited the driver's side of the van and began helping Amy out of the harness she was wearing. My little sister wasn't as self sufficient at the process as I was. I already had the four clips released by the time Scott made his way around the passenger side of the van. I would have released myself completely and easily if the handcuffs weren't on my wrists. I couldn't reach the zipper behind my back with them cuffed together in front of me like this. Luckily Scott had the keys to them in his pocket. He had been kind enough to keep a handle on them for me.
My brother freed my wrists and took possession of the cuffs themselves on my mother's instructions. He folded them over the hinge and placed them into his pocket for safe keeping. My mother didn't want me to have them to used during college. I would have enough on my plate as it was for the first weekend. I caught a quick wink from my brother as he folded them into his pocket. Once my hands were free, I rubbed the circulation back into them. Meanwhile, my brother released the back zipper on the vest harness to save me some time. I slipped my arms out of it and left it on the seat. It was warm out to be wearing long sleeves, but I needed them for this specific moment in time. I took a minute to adjust my the ends of my sleeves and pull them a little further down the end of my wrists. The main purpose in this was to hide the marks from the handcuffs on my wrists from the view of the general public. Both for now in the diner and when we got to the school. With everything handled, my mother locked the car and the four of us headed inside the diner.
We headed inside and all took a seat around a booth. A waitress came by with some menu's and silverware for all of us. She poured my brother and mother each a cup of coffee and left us to peruse the menus for a couple of minutes. I never really cared for coffee growing up. We took our time. My little sister was more than literate for the purpose of reading the menu. Still, there was a lot to choose from and it took a couple of suggestions from my mother and me to help her along in deciding. Ever forget what you had for breakfast? I will remember this weekend for the rest of my life down to the last detail. Scott had biscuits and gravy with apple juice; Amy had pancakes with orange juice; I had a combined meal with eggs, bacon, toast, and hash browns with milk to drink and my mother had 4 cups of black coffee. The waitress was in her 40's with light brown hair. She took down the order on a small notepad and told us it would be right up. The four of us sat and talked back and fourth.
The whole of the conversation is too lengthy to share here. My mother wished me luck and rattled off a list of dos and don'ts that she expected me to follow over the next couple of days. Scott gave me a few wise as remarks and a little practical advice about what was ahead for me from his personal college experience. Amy mostly commented on how much she was going to miss me and wondered who she was going to beat at pokemon while I was gone. We all shared a warm couple of laughs and good meal. The meal ended with my mother paying the check and the four of us departing the diner with a group of warm smiles on our faces. I was starting to feel a little apprehensive about going forward with moving onto this part of my life when we hit the car. It finally hit me that this was really going to happen. I was both nervous and excited at the same time as I opened the sliding door on the passenger side for what would be the last time before our arrival.
My mother went about securing my little sister. I took a moment and folded up the vest part of my harness and put it in the top of my main clothing duffel bag. My mother asked me what I was doing, and I explained that I wanted to hold onto the vest for when she came to pick me up. That way I could use it for the ride home and she wouldn't risk forgetting it. My mother was a little apprehensive about the whole idea, but didn't see the harm in my logic. After all, I could just explain it if either of my roommates came across it in the room. I folded it up and placed it in the duffel bag without much thought on the matter. Then, I took a seat next to my little sister and fastened my seatbelt for the last leg of the journey. It would still be about another 10 minutes before we reached the university. It would be a whole lot more of a journey through the week ahead.
Okay, I am going to stop here for now. I know this was a long introduction to the whole story, but I need to get a lot of details into this narrative as I go along. I remember this experience a whole lot better than many of my stories growing up and I want to make sure that I get everything just right. Please bear with me as I go along here. This will be one of my longest and most interesting stories to date. I hope everyone is enjoying it so far, let me know what you think.
Jennifer
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Jennifer's stories
- 01 - My First Time (f/mf)
- 02 - Trying New Things: Breakfast with Mom (Fm/f)
- 03 - A Walk in the Park (mm/f)
- 04 - The Pole and the Dungeon (m/f)
- 05 - A long camping trip (mmf/f)
- 06 - One Rainy Day at Home (m/f)
- 07 - Winter Vacation at Grams (both genders)
- 08 - A Long Weekend tied up (F/f)
- 09 - Shopping with Mom (F/f)
- 10 - My New Friend (m/f)
- 11 - The Bike Trip (m/f)
- 12 - Sharing With Friends (Ffff/fff)
- 13 - New Horizon (Both Genders)
- 14 - A Trip to My Aunts (mFF/f)
- 15 - A Second Christmas Story (mmff/mmf)
- 16 - Mary's Weekend (F/F)
- 17 - The Next Chapter (*/self, f/f)
- 18 - Ropes and Skates (Good Combination?) (MFmf/fff)
- 19 - Hanging With Mary (F/f)
- 20 - College (FFF/FF)
- 21 - College Days : Stephanie's Captive (F/F)
- 22 - College Days : A New Chapter, Ashley Gets Involved (*/self, F/F)
- 23 - College Days : A New Chapter, Ashley Comes Back (F/F)
- 24 - College Days : A New Chapter, Normal is Good (F/F)
- 25 - College Days: Theodore Roosevelt (FF/F)
- 26 - College Days: Summer Job at the Farm (F/F, M/F)
- 27 - Holiday Trip to Grandma's (f/f, f/m, m/fmm)
- 28 - A Long Trip to Alaska (self/f, F/fmm)
- 29 - The Pioneering Experience (mmmm/f)
Index of all stories in the "Archive for Everyone" section