I'M FEMALE, I'M MAFIA

The RISD

When Jade arrived on the Rhode Island School of Design campus, she felt strange. It was like suddenly being set free. Life back at Sherriad had been fairly strict, even senior year, with her comings and goings from her living quarters tightly controlled. And fairly isolated, the school located out in the countryside thirty minutes from Pittsburgh.

Now, she found herself in a coed dormitory with very little in the way of supervision, and living in the middle of an urban area, in Providence, Rhode Island.

The strangest thing was attending classes with boys. Jade hadn’t been to school with boys since the second grade, and she felt shy and awkward around them. She became tongue-tied whenever they talked to her.

She tried to ignore the problem by throwing herself into her studies, which wasn’t difficult - college was so exciting and different compared to high school, especially at a design school. She loved her studio courses - Drawing, 2-D and 3-D - and did very well in them.

But her insecurity with the opposite s*x persisted, and she finally decided that she needed to do something about it. She thought that being a virgin was the main problem. If she had s*x with a boy, then she would feel more comfortable around them.

Her assigned roommate, Pauline Damasus, was one of her more experienced classmates. She was the complete opposite of Jade - a short, curvaceous, curly-haired artist from Brooklyn.

“We’ve got to get you laid, girl,” Pauline said frankly, when Jade felt comfortable enough to talk openly with her. “What kind of guys do you like?”

“I don’t know,” Jade said. “Strong, but kind." Like her father.

“Strong, but kind,” Pauline said. “Hmmm. That eliminates about ninety eight percent of the male population. What about looks? Tall, beefy, slim? Blonde, dark? Blue eyes..."

“I don’t know, Pauline. Does it matter? I just need somebody to get the job done." 

Pauline laughed. “Boy, you are jaded."

Jade had long given up on the idea that the process of losing her virginity would be a romantic event. It was simply a barrier she wanted to break - both literally and figuratively. She thought it would not only make her feel more comfortable with boys, but would make her feel like she was a complete, fully functioning female.

Pauline told Jade that her best bet was to go to the athletic center at Brown University, which was available to RISD students. “Who knows, you might get lucky and end up marrying a rich Ivy League type."

“Yeah, sure. They’ll be very impressed when they find out I’m from a ghetto in Pittsburgh."

“Better than Brooklyn,” Pauline said.

“You haven’t been there."

Jade took Pauline’s advice and signed up for a Tae Kwon Do class at the Brown athletic center. There, she met several young men, though only one of them was a Brown student. The others were from RISD.

Jade’s first three s****l encounters were like the fairy tale of Goldilocks and the Three Bears. The first one was too hot, the second one was too cold, and the third was just right... or at least, she thought so at first.

Too Hot was the one from Brown, a sophomore philosophy major. He had a shuddering orgasm the instant the tip of his rubber-clad manhood touched her v****a.

“Isn’t - isn’t it supposed to last longer than that?” Jade said.

His face flushed, he quickly pulled his pants back on. “Who do you think I am, Superman?” He told her to get out of his room.

Too Cold simply couldn’t get his machinery working. He was a rather shy graphics design major she met while she was working out on a stationary bicycle. Jade had to make the first move, asking him how to work the machine. They went back to his dorm room and started making out on his bed. He quickly got an erection, but by the time he had fumbled with a condom and clumsily tried to put himself inside her, he was soft as dough. They tried again, three times. He finally became so humiliated he made up an excuse about being stressed about an upcoming test and asked her to leave.

Just Right gave Jade what she thought was her first satisfying s****l experience, but he was an odd ball from the start. A good five inches shorter than Jade, he was on the RISD hockey team, The Nads. He had a thick, muscular physique and a hairy chest, which Jade found exciting. They met in the Tae Kwon Do class and made plans to meet at a bar.

She found him sitting in a booth, waiting for her, watching a basketball game on the big screen TV. As soon as she sat down, she noticed a prominent tenting in his jeans that, to her amazement, persisted the entire time they talked. He spoke of nothing but hockey and how he hoped to become a professional, that RISD was just a “backup plan” in case he couldn’t make it.

“Let’s get out of here,” he finally said, and took hold of her hand as they left the bar. She expected him to take her to his dorm room, but instead, he led her across the street and directly into another bar. They had another drink, and talked, continued to watch the game on TV, talked, and then he took her to another bar. And another. And another.

She kept stealing glances at his crotch, and felt like saying, Don’t you get it? You don’t have to impress me and chat me up all night. I’m a sure thing. But she didn’t want to scare him off.

She finally figured out what was going on about the time they went to the third bar. He always hung back when they entered, letting her walk ahead of him, by herself, to sit at the bar alone a few minutes.