Chapter 1: A Mysterious Letter
Whoever got accepted to a university they didn't apply to? Apparently, I did. Last year in high-school I was burdened with the decision of choosing the best university for my future but just couldn't come to a conclusion. At first it was a variety of choices, many of them in different countries. Oxford in England, Edinburgh in Scotland; then there were Princeton and Harvard here. It took me months to come to a verdict and I finally chose Queens in Canada. Why? Because I thought it'd be fun to live on my own for a while; that and the fact that post-secondary education cost far less in Canada than here in the United States, even with the scholarships.
But then it arrived, a letter with a wax seal like something out of the medieval age. The seal was in the shape of a red sun. No address was written on its face but my name was engraved in cursive gold letters. Naturally I opened it. The whole of it was also written in gold, though it wasn't very long in content:
CONGRATULATIONS, ENYO VERGE,
You have been accepted, with a full four-year scholarship, to the prestigious Eros University in the field of English Literature. We have monitored your high-school progress year-by-year and are impressed by your proficient talents in diverse subjects, particularly of the aforesaid. Should you choose to accept our invitation, you will be given free lodgings with all the basic necessities provided for at nil cost. Furthermore, we guarantee all of our scholars prompt employment in their chosen field immediately following graduation with a minimum yearly salary of $80, 000.
Please check the box below labeled Yes or No affirming or denying your choice and then drop this letter in the envelope provided into the mailbox on your street: do NOT deliver this letter via the Post Office.
For further information, please consult our supplemental booklet.
It was a complete surprise. I must've reread the letter about five times that same day and a few more times to the rest of my family. Then came the difficult decision of whether to actually accept the offer or not. I loved reading and had always aspired to be a professional writer, but why would I choose this Eros University, a place I'd never even heard of located who knows where, when I could choose a better known institution? Now, I'm not the smartest person in the world, but I knew that I wasn't going to some university I couldn't put on a resume.
But the offer seemed too good to pass up, and thinking about it now, I probably made the right decision. Eros U. has such hot girls and such naughty dealings going on every day that it can drive any guy insane (much more on that later)!
But it was the promises that decided it for me. According to the booklet which came with the letter, the institution was, as they say, in the middle of nowhere, and it was indeed prestigious. Not too many students are accepted because they only took on the brighter ones, which meant I wouldn't have to deal with those dumb jerkoffs found at most collages and universities (was I mistaken). As for the promises: the 100% guarantee of a job with a salary of no less than $80, 000 to start with? Well that settled it! Sorry Canada, better luck next time.
After replying to them (I just slipped my reply in the mailbox as asked, and even though they specified no return address, it apparently was received) and finishing my exams and nearly hitting the perfect mark in every subject (except math) I got my stuff ready to leave.
My parents were cautious about sending me to some nameless university but I convinced them all the same...after weeks of pleading. I knew that I'd convince them no matter what. My family wasn't rich, and with so many of us living under one roof we had to scrounge a meager living. Eighty thousand a year would ensure a stable life for those I loved.
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On the day and time appointed--the fourth of September--I was waiting outside my house to be picked up by the folks from Eros U. I thought my whole family was expecting it to be some wild hoax. I hoped that it wasn't, even though my heart beat quicker than usual as I stood on the front lawn of my house. But hoping didn't prevent me from constantly turning my head left and right to glance down the street for some sign of the folks from Eros U.
Still nothing. Where the hell were they?
While waiting, I said my final goodbyes. It was a moment I had been dreading for weeks. First I said goodbye to my weeping mother, Annette, who hugged me so hard I thought she wouldn't let me leave when the time came. Marcus, my father, was a bit more understanding: he patted me on the shoulder, told me to work hard, and gave me just the briefest hug. Of my two brothers, Dave (the older) advised me "not to screw up" and slapped the back of my head as a nice way of saying his fond farewell.
Then there were my younger siblings, of whom Alex was the first. He clung to my arm, crying that he would miss me while my little sister, Laura, who was known to be overzealous and talkative, embraced me hard and said, "Bring me back something nice."
And finally Jessica, my older sister and the one in charge after mom and dad, gave me a small hug while whispering in my ear, "Remember just how much we're depending on you." She was very understanding and mature for her age, though that only added to her already bossy nature.
So there I stood, taking one last look at the doorstep of our old, decaying house with its dry paint and cracked windows. I would definitely miss my family (not so much my older brother and sister), but I also craved to be on my own and experience life for the first time. The house, though old and unpleasant to the eye, was still home, and I would miss it as well.
Around the corner a small, gleaming black limousine turned the street.
That couldn't possibly be for me, I thought, but then the vehicle stopped right in front our driveway. We were all amazed. You see, limos were a rare sight in this poor, crime-ridden district and I swear I could see a bunch of our neighbours peeking out from behind their doors and windows with looks of wonder. Out of the limo stepped Ms. Maynard, whom I would get to know well (in every sense of the word) over the next year. She stood there a moment with her hand screening her face from the sun. Oh man was she stunning!
Ms. Maynard was in her late twenties and very beautiful. Her lush, shoulder-length blond hair was tied in a ponytail and made her look very sophisticated (I bet she was really wild in bed—well I found out first hand). She wore a pair of thin black spectacles behind which rested her dark hazel eyes. And what a lovely face: manicured eyebrows, high cheek-bones, lips vibrant with red lipstick, and a sweet little nose. Her figure was perfect, slender with curves in all the right places. Ms. Maynard was dressed in a black suit like a true professional. However, her skirt was short—very short. It came up only to mid-thigh, revealing the fair-coloured flesh of her long legs. I caught a look of awe from my older brother Dave as he gawked at the babe. My sisters were clearly jealous.
The first thing Ms. Maynard did was step forth and shake my parents' hands.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Verge," she said. Then she turned to me. "You must be Enyo."
I nodded. "Y-yeah."
"Please take care of my boy," said my weeping mother, placing her hand on my shoulder.
I cringed visibly as Dave and Jessica burst out laughing.
"Mom!" I hissed, turning to her.
But even more embarrassing was when my dad, who was a police officer, asked with his characteristic grimness, "This Eros University is a legitimate educational facility, correct?"
Ms. Maynard turned to him and answered with a smile. "Correct."
"Because," my father continued, "if it isn't, then be sure there'll be trouble."
"What do you mean?" inquired Ms. Maynard pleasantly with her arms crossed.
"You're not going to kidnap my son are you?" my hysterical mom broke in.
Ms. Maynard laughed. "I assure you we're not going to kidnap your son. We have enough money as it is." Then, placing her hand on my shoulder—her soft, shapely hand—she said, "I think it's time we got going, Enyo. Nice to have met you all."
Waving goodbye to my family one last time, I stepped into the limo after Mrs. Maynard. The door closed with a depressing thud and I watched from the rear tinted-window as my family slowly disappeared from sight. I was quite miserable and felt like giving way to tears, but the presence of the gorgeous lady prevented me from doing so. As Ms. Maynard sat with those hazel eyes peering into my own, I tried my best not to eye her long, luscious legs. They were crossed and the skin was pressing leg-upon-leg; once or twice I glimpsed her panties: black like her suit. I think she must have noticed me staring and smiled. At least I think she smiled. Then again, horny guys imagine the craziest things.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
"Enyo," she said breaking the stillness in a most charming way, "I'll be your counselor during your stay at Eros U. Do you understand?"
"Yes," I replied, sinking back into the cool leather seat.
"You must have many questions," she continued, "since we really didn't give you the chance to address any through our letters and tours were not possible because of the distance." I was about to answer but she cut me off. "But let me speak first. If while at the institution you need any help, you can come to me. There are about fifteen students to each counselor so I'm sure I can always make time for you. As for your tuition, all that has been taken care of by us, as will be the entirety of your years here.
Your dorm has already been set up, and as for the food—well, you'll see all of this later. No need for me to state the obvious. So, do you have anything to ask?" She declared all of this in a very low, feminine voice; it was like a whisper of silk filling the car. Continuing to cross and uncross her legs as she spoke, I sat there completely mesmerized by her.
Oh, I made appointments `a plenty just to hear her pant out my name (more on that later).
"Well," I began, "I chose this place mostly out of curiosity; that's not to say the full scholarship didn't help, but can I ask why—"
"Is it so secretive?" she interrupted, continuing as I nodded. "Many reasons. For one, we don't like to deal with entrance forms from thousands of applicants and feel the best way is to scope out the finest students for ourselves. The less that people know about us the easier it is for us to operate since we only want the best of the brightest—no need for those to apply who can't get accepted. And we're also funded by some very large businesses that allow us to continue our operations, a debt we often repay by employing our students directly to them, even when some are in the process of their studies. Of course, these business giants wouldn't want word getting out of their dealings, especially if they're in technology, military, or government. So we have to keep our affairs just as secret."
Well that made some sense, but it still sounded kind of odd. "What about the—"
"Location?" she cut me off again and started speaking about that. She sure was smart as a whip. "Oh, that's to enhance the atmosphere of Eros U. It's a fusion of technology and nature, which we feel to be the perfect combination. Being secluded is better for the students since they won't have too many distractions to sway them from their studies. But don't worry; we have everything provided for, so it isn't like you're going to go insane from boredom."
We sat facing each other about two feet apart. I listened somewhat; mostly I stared at her cleavage. And it wasn't my fault that I stared--I couldn't help it! As Ms. Maynard talked she would lean forward, a gesture which presented me a clear view of her black, lacy bra.
Uh oh. I think she noticed me staring again.
The conversation carried on a few minutes till we reached the airport. The airport! I couldn't believe it, but a private jet was waiting for us on the hot tarmac. I'd never had this kind of special treatment in my life. Heck, I'd never even been on a plane before! Of course, I'd never admit that to Ms. Maynard.
The six hour flight took us from New York to…well, I don't really know, except that it was to some small forested island. Ms. Maynard was with me the whole time. She wanted us to become close friends so it would be easier for me to talk to her in case of some problem at school. At night on the plane we slept very close to each other; in fact, she slept on the row of seats just to my right.
I didn't know counselors were supposed to be so friendly with students. The ones at high-school didn't even care to remember my name. The whole day we talked about ourselves—my interest in books and of her career. At night, well, let's just say some inexplicable force held me from screwing her right then and there as she slept.
Ms. Maynard's golden hair had been let loose and her peaceful face was resting on a white pillow. The look on her face was indeed calm and serene; there was even the hint of a smile on her red lips. Ms. Maynard's body was on its side, legs tucked in and facing the back of the seats, and from the way she was positioned I could see her silky black panties from my bed. Actually it was just a couple of seats made into a single bed, but that didn't matter. I couldn't sleep damn it! She was so damn hot.
For hours I just stared between her legs, stifling the urge to go over there and start fingering her till she woke up with a start. Lustful thoughts of Ms. Maynard and I fucking ran through my mind the entire night, but you have to believe me when I say that I'm not a pervert. Any man in my position would have felt the same! I was even more turned on because (and I admit this without blushing) I was still a virgin. For a virgin like me to be in such close quarters with a woman of Ms. Maynard's beauty was torture.
Ms. Maynard did wake up once to go to the washroom while I pretended to be asleep. As she walked back to her seat I thought I felt her fingertips running gently through my hair. Was she toying with me, or was it just my youthful imagination? I debated the answer until I fell asleep.
Then around 8:30 next morning someone shook me awake. "Enyo, we have a slight problem," said Ms. Maynard anxiously. "The plane's left engine is malfunctioning and we'll have to parachute to the ground."
I shot up open-mouthed and wide-eyed, soon realizing that she was joking.
Laughing, she said, "Oh how could you fall for that? We've already landed." That woman! If she wasn't so hot I'd give her a piece of my mind.
We had landed on some secluded island, but other than that I couldn't tell you much else. An expensive-looking motorboat waited for us at the pier, which was isolated except for a few sailing vessels anchored close by. After meeting the captain of the ship, a middle-aged man in his late forties, we set off. The island was bigger than I had expected. Blue waves rocked the boat to the sound of the ocean's calm lullaby as we moved towards our destination. What a fine September day: the sun shone warm from above; the air was cool and the sky a soft indigo.
I couldn't see the university at first because it was heavily wooded around the island's edge. But we weren't in the middle of nowhere; the island was connected to the main mass of land where our plane had landed by a long iron bridge. However, this just seemed to be a precautionary measure since I couldn't see any cars passing back and forth. It would make sense that the school supplies, such as food, were delivered via the bridge.
In about twenty minutes we reached the island of Eros. I was completely stunned by the imagery. Such green, wild, and beautiful nature smiled at us on our journey; rare flowers and towering trees with huge branches of thick, vivid foliage lined our path. Birds sang their charming melodies and flying squirrels jumped from tree to tree. It was like being in a rainforest.
Because of the wildness of the whole place we had to take a jeep (talk about style) and, after climbing a steep hill, I saw Eros University…or so I thought.
"Actually that's Eros High," enlightened Ms. Maynard. It was built much later than Eros U. and helps to teach bright young kids early on and accept them later to our university so they can get the best education possible." I stared at as Eros High disappeared behind me. That's a high-school!
"Just so you know," continued Ms. Maynard, "Eros High was completed only a year ago, so don't feel bad if you didn't get invited." She smirked as she said this.
For a high school it sure was extravagant. But then there was Eros University itself appearing suddenly around a bend in the road, like some glowing palace of Imperial Rome in its days of glory. It covered such a huge distance that it was difficult to see where it began and ended. Sure, it wasn't as large as most universities, but that was because it had far less students.
But it wasn't just its size; its design and form were magnificent. A work of pure elegance: arches, towers, domed-roofs, statues, fountains, a waterfall (yes a waterfall embedded in a hill-side), and...and so much more! There's was a prevailing colour scheme, a sort of rich cream, sometimes silver, and sometimes a dark brown. The materials: polished wood, marble, limestone, you name it. The place breathed extravagance.
And its structures were arranged like pieces of some intricate puzzle. The pillar-like clock-tower, lying behind a large, many-windowed building, gave a feeling of the gothic. The newer domed edifice was somewhat in the middle and a large fountain of frolicking nymphs in direct center. It wasn't totally symmetrical, which was good because this only heightened its beauty by opting for a convergence of styles. There was also a forest to the right along with grassy hills where water ran down in silver streams to join a river.
There was too much to describe!
Ms. Maynard told me she had to get back to her office, so she took me to the boy's dormitory and informed me where to find her if I needed to talk.
"The South Knox Building," she said and left.
Well, left right before walking up close to me and, get this, pressing her body hard against mine so that we were up against a wall. She held the back of my head and brought her face close to mine—our mouths were almost touching, and I could feel Ms. Maynard's warm breath on my lips.
"Tell me, Enyo," she said in a very low whisper, running her delicate fingers through my hair, "are you a virgin?"
Her other hand reached for my crotch and gave it a long stroke.
"I—uh—I…" My face was blushing red and all capacity for language had escaped my throat.
I swear I was paralyzed.
"Well, Enyo?" she pursued, bringing her face even closer to mine so that our noses touched.
I was in a frenzy of panic. I wanted to turn my head left and right to see if there was anyone else in the hallway, but it was impossible to look anywhere but directly into Ms. Maynard's face.
She was biting down on her cherry-coloured lip in a look that showed pure desire, and with a few golden hairs hanging in front of her face and those stylish black glasses, she looked incredibly seductive. Ms. Maynard's pert breasts crushed up harder against my chest as her long, creamy leg began sliding up and down my side, running the length of my jeans.
"I guess you are," she answered for me.
Before I could reply Ms. Maynard leaned in to kiss my mouth, and though our lips barely touched, I could hear the noise smack in my ears like thunder. Following a wink, she walked off down the hallway with a sexy swing of her hips.
Just like that—gone!
She left me standing there confused and horny, though with a smile on my lips.
Yes, I told myself, I should definitely go make a counseling appointment very soon.
Now here's the depressing part: the boys and girls dorms were separate. They were almost at two opposite ends of the school. But I didn't mind. Besides, it'd be rather hot if I had to sneak a girl in here or she had to get me into her dorm for some secret make-out session.
At least that's what my writer's brain imagined to be hot.
I entered my room on the third floor to be greeted with something worthy of a five star hotel.
"Whoa!" I exclaimed, standing in the door way with my jaw unhinged.
The room looked magnificent. I was really taken by the dark red colouring of the walls: it seemed so…erotic. The floor was draped in a cream-coloured carpet; gleaming furniture was set about the room with an artist's care to attention; silk curtains of transparent beige blew in the breeze which flowed in from the open windows. A large plasma television hung on a wall behind a majestic sofa with coverings of white lace, and there was a brand new computer with a LCD monitor sitting on a desk in the corner beside a bookcase.
Most of this I took in as soon as I had entered, but requiring additional investigation, I explored my not-so-humble abode.
Next I checked out the shower and bathroom. The bathroom mirror reflected my figure: about 5'8 with a sturdy build, I had medium-length black hair that was combed back, dark brown eyes, and a strongly contoured face with a prominent jaw. There was a small scar under my chin from a cut I received when I was ten years old. My skin resembled a natural, light-brown tan, so most people found it difficult to place my background.
At the moment my lips were set in a wide grin.
After that I explored my bedroom, which was simple yet serene in the sense that there was no major distraction for the eyes, just some plants, a stereo, and a small television hanging like a picture frame from the wall, not to neglect the king-sized bed (that I let many lovely ladies grace as our bodies were entwined in ardent love-making).
A walk-in closet with its door open was filled with some empty hangers for my clothes and a few pairs of uniforms. Yes, uniforms. I later learned that all students were required to wear uniforms while in class, though during our spare time we could dress however we chose. You should see the uniforms the girls have to wear—hubba hubba!
Next I went out onto the balcony to take in the rest of the school. My room was forty feet from the ground, which afforded a great view. A sleek carpet of grass rolled towards the forest; clusters of cherry, peach, and fig trees stood on the grass, casting wide shadows under which students sat reading or chatting on this fine summer evening. Most of the buildings looked ancient but there looked to be some newer ones off towards the forest.