“I’m gonna head down to the showers and get cleaned up, but I’m not taking my key with me, so leave the door open a little, will you?” she said. “Maybe knock on a few of the other doors and meet some of the neighbors, although I think they’re a few doors down in either direction.”
Then she headed down the hallway to the shared bathroom the floor had in the center of it, leaving the door partly open behind her, and me with a hard on stiff enough that I could’ve let a dozen acrobats do balancing acts on. I cannot tell you how badly I wanted to go and beat off right then and there, as Julia was way hotter than any girl I’d ever seen naked in person before. But I also somehow thought that it would involve me having to hide it.
With Julia gone to take a shower, I left the door open a bit so that if she came back while I was in the hallway, she could still get into the room, making my way down the hallway, knocking on one door, then the next, then finally the one past that, which had a white board on it, and a rather fit looking dude answered the door. “Oh, howdy neighbor,” he said to me, a touch of Southern drawl to his voice. He was a few inches shorter than me, but more than a little bit stronger than me, built much more like a football player. I could tell that because he was wearing a sheer black mesh shirt that did nothing to hide his physique. “Arrived good and early, huh?” He offered me a hand, which I shook. “I’m Blaine. My roomie Blair hasn’t gotten here, yet, but I’m guessing she’ll be along in the next couple of days. I think most of you alphas were expected to arrive later in the week, after we betas had been here a few days, but hey, you get here when you get here.”
“Alpha? Beta?”
“You haven’t had a chance to read through the orientation packet yet,” he said with a nod, as if he was just realizing it. “Got it. You should probably head back to your room and read that before you do anything else, although you’re always welcome to come by and hang out. But go do that now, otherwise you’re gonna have that same confused look on your face no matter who answers their door, man. Don’t worry. It’s all good. I’ll see you later, yeah?”
With that, he stepped back into his room and closed the door, as I headed back to my room, immediately making a beeline for the orientation packet, because clearly I had a lot to learn and fast. And, just as Blaine had told me, there was a section entitled “you and your new roommate.”
It was here where I started to get an idea of just how radical CARP was going to be.
One of the problems many students had when they went to college, the packet told me, was that they would inevitably find themselves put into one of two groups, almost immediately upon arrival. One group were the intellectuals, the people whom had far more brains than brawn, and saw things through a logical lens. The other group were the athletes and beauties, who had often self-selected their crowds based on finding people of similar physical prowess or outward appearance. This also led to a high degree of friction, as one group was often seeking mental validation from the other, and the other group was seeking physical validation from the first.
CARP, the packet said, was going to fix all that.
Everyone attending CARP had been categorized as either an alpha (an intellectual) or a beta (a physical), and each had been given a roommate of the opposite gender and opposite group. This, it insisted, would stop one group from putting the other on a pedestal, and stop the other group from dismissing the first for a perceived lack of intrinsic worth.
Roommates weren’t required to become lovers, but it was highly recommended. The packet insisted that students should think of it as a sharing of skillsets. The alphas would teach the betas how to learn, how to study, how to be better students, how to acquire and apply knowledge, while the betas would teach the alphas how to socialize, how to acquire and apply status, how to communicate better. All students were better learners, the packet claimed, when their full hierarchy of needs were being met – mental, physical, emotional and sexual. That was why it was strongly suggested that each pair of roommates explore each other sexually, and why the school had gone out of its way to pair up students who would be compatible on nearly every level.
The packet stressed that roommates shouldn’t necessarily be considered as lifelong partners, but that if that happened, it happened. Being ethically non-monogamous was definitely going to be part of the long-term agenda at CARP, though, so students were urged to keep that in mind. I remember that wording because it was a phrase I had to look up. “Ethically non-monogamous.” It sort of became a research project I had on the side for the first month or so there.
When Julia came back to the room, she closed the door and took a good long time toweling herself off directly in my line of sight, a confident smile on her face. “Feel any better after reading the orientation paperwork?” she asked me.
“A little? But mostly a whole lot more confused.”
“It all seemed pretty sensible to me,” she said with a shrug. “It’s hard as balls to focus on an education when you’re constantly thinking about trying to get laid, so why not just take it out of the equation entirely and let students focus on their studies instead of how they’re gonna convince someone to fuck them.”
“Sure, but that’s… well, that’s not how it’s generally done.”
“A lot about this place is not how it’s generally done, my dude, but the sooner you get your head around that, the happier you’ll be.” She giggled, shaking her head a little, and pulled her wet hair back, putting a scrunchy around it to keep it in a ponytail before walking over to me. “Here, let me clear your head a bit,” she said as she dropped down to her knees in front of me, turning the swivel chair I was sitting on so that my legs were parted and she could slide between them.
“Whoa!” I said. “You don’t-”
She reached a hand up and pressed one lone fingertip to my lips to silence me, as her other hand moved to unbutton my jeans. “You’ve been rock hard since I walked in the room the first time, Josh, much less before you saw me get naked not once but twice. I’m kinda surprised you had the self-control not to beat off the moment I went to take my shower, so that kind of resolve should be rewarded. Now shut up and let me work,” she giggled as her hands fished out my rock-hard cock. “Jesus, that’s a good-looking dick.”
I was about to say something, but before I could summon the worst and try and get them to my lips, she wrapped her lips around the tip of my shaft, purring a little as she slowly worked her head down my prick, her tongue layering my flesh with saliva.
My last previous blowjob had been Miranda in the spring, and while I thought she was good at it, she wasn’t even in the same league as Julia. Miranda’s parting gift to me had been remarkable, but Julia, it turned out, had pretty much studied how to be an excellent cocksucker. Between her tongue’s careful patterns, her lips’ strong suction and her fingers cradling my balls in ways I didn’t know they could be stimulated, Julia made it pretty clear with her first go that she could get me off in seconds or in hours, depending on what she (or I) wanted.
I’d been struggling to warn her, and had managed to stammer out “I’m gonna I’m gonna” a few seconds before I was unloading my very pent up nuts into her throat, but she hadn’t seemed at all put out by my cumming in her mouth. When she finally pulled her head off my cock, she made a point of letting me see her licking up any stray cum from her face and fingers.
While she smiled at me.
And all of this shit was before classes even started.
A few days later I met Blair – a rather mousy but very smart girl who said that mathematics and physics were her passion, but mentioned how Blaine had done everything possible to make her feel welcome at the college, and I cannot tell you how deeply red her face turned when she said that, although the smile on her face was wide enough that it almost wrapped around her head and touched again at the back.
That weekend, the four of us went up to see San Francisco for ourselves, and while Blair and I were both taken aback by the high, rolling hills and the endless collection of giant buildings stretching out in any direction. Blair was from a small town in Kansas I’d never heard of, and Blaine was from Atlanta, so it seemed like our betas had way more experience with big cities than either Blair or I did. Still, we visited Amoeba Music and the corner of Haight & Ashbury. We saw the Golden Gate Bridge and walked down Lombard Street and did all the rest of that touristy shit. I also found out where all the places to see live music were and picked up fliers with their schedule for the next several months on them because I wanted to make a point of catching live music any time I could. I’d grown up in a shitty little town where nobody ever fucking came to play live and now that I was by a hub for live music, I wasn’t going to let a single fucking thing pass me by if I could help it.
The first week of classes were certainly a bit of an eyeopener, as it turned out my classes were mostly filled with alphas, and the betas seemed to generally be on a second path of classes taught by different professors without a whole lot of overlap. This isn’t to say any of my classes were exclusively alphas – in fact, a couple of them were more betas than alphas – but of my eight classes I was enrolled for in the fall semester, over half of them had only two or three betas in them in contrast to the eleven or twelve alphas.
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