The College Years

This is my entry into the 2026 April Fool's Contest. As my name indicates, all my stories are based in truth and the events have happened in my life. That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little "twist" or "spice" to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what's "truth" and what's the "twist".

Important to note that it's set in college but everyone is/was over the age of 18. Enjoy the story - please vote and follow me for more!

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Ah, college. When everything was a reason for a party.

First week of classes. Party.

Last week of classes. Party.

Homecoming. Party.

Founders Day. Party.

Halloween. Party.

Administrative Day. Party.

Presidents Day. Party.

Random Thursday and it's raining out. Party.

It was with that mindset that I was in an off-campus frat house, toward the end of my third year, celebrating the first day of April. Some people were partying because spring had finally arrived, others went with April Fool's Day, others because it was a Saturday night, but everyone was just there to drink and have fun.

I was with a mix of friends at a large table in one room, playing a drinking version of "Two Truths and a Lie". The basic rules were, we went around the table and said three things about ourselves and, as the name suggests, two were true and one was a lie. Everyone had to guess which one was a lie and if they guessed wrong - they took a drink. Again, it was college and we were using the game as a thinly veiled way to get drunk.

My roommate, Trevor, was there with his girlfriend, Kate, who was a tall, lanky, redhead. She brought her roommate, Cindy who was sitting next to me, and thus, our story truly begins. I mostly knew Cindy through Kate at events, parties or nights out at bars. We got along as peers in a larger "friends' group" and had hooked up a couple of times after drinking too much. There was nothing serious between us, mostly just casual encounters.

Cindy was short, standing only about 5'2" with a sort of trendy haircut for the time. The side of her dark hair was cut short, while she had longer hair on the top that was spiky and feathered with streaks of blonde. She had an average build, a bit thicker on the bottom with a decent set of breasts that were often hidden by oversized sweatshirts, but a solid handful when released. She usually went without much makeup, leaning into what we used to call being a "tomboy".

The four of us were playing the game and getting significantly buzzed thanks to our alcohol consumption. There was a keg of cheap beer and large tub of "punch" that was a mix of booze with Kool-Aid for flavor. The people playing were throwing out all sorts of random topics, truths and lies. Some were easier to guess like, "I was raised by wolves" while others were tougher, "My grandmother was a spy in WW2". Some were challenges, "I can do a handstand for 60 seconds" and some sexual, "I had sex with my boyfriend at a reunion in our old classroom."

By the time it got to me, I had thought up a trio that directly related to my experience in sports. All through high school and into college, I was a nationally ranked tennis player. I won championships, had a scholarship, and had spent previous summers at a well-known training camp in Florida. Unfortunately, at the end of my sophomore year a few things happened. First, I got injured. It was a freak accident where I rolled my ankle during a match. I figured it would be something I would tape up and walk off. Instead, it led to surgery to repair some tendons, followed by an infection and a longer rehab period than I expected. I spent the summer unable to train or workout, so I mostly went to the pool and beach to relax. When the injury extended into the new school year, I quickly found myself tiring of sitting and watching my peers play and train while I sat on the side with a notebook. It was also during that time that I realized since I couldn't participate and my schedule was easier, there were other things in college that were more fun - namely girls, friends and beer.

Looking back, the injury was sort of a blessing. Even before it happened, I had hit the point in my 'career' where there were more guys who were simply better than I was. I was losing more than I was winning and I was dropping lower on the team's roster. My prospects of making the tour or playing professionally were fading, so I shifted my focus to getting a viable degree upon graduation. But getting back to the game, my friends all knew about my history so my answers weren't unexpected, but still difficult.

"I once beat someone in a match who is currently a Top 5 player in the world." I started.

"I once got into a fistfight with my opponent after a match."

"I banged a girl who is currently a Top 10 player in the world."

Everyone around the table started murmuring. Some of the people who didn't know me as well had to ask what sport I was talking about. Cindy turned to me and asked, "Who was the girl?"

"Not giving names." I replied. We had been flirting and hanging out all night and it felt like we were both up for hooking up after the party.

"Ok. Who was the guy you beat?" someone else asked.

"Same thing. Not giving names. But as a hint, they are both names on the tour now that you would know. Also, this isn't twenty questions, you all need to guess."

We started to go around the table and people made their guesses. Most of them were guessing that either beating the guy or banging the girl was the lie. Trevor said that he would answer last since he knew the answer and it wouldn't be fair. Once everyone was locked in, I revealed the truth.

"I never got into a fistfight." Groans went around the table as everyone who guessed wrong took a big sip of their chosen beverage.

"Bullshit. Who was the girl, then?" Cindy called me out loudly.

"Still not telling."

"I don't know," added Kate. "You said you had a temper playing. I could totally see you getting into a fight."

"Nope. Never fought." I answered. "I did throw my racquet in the general direction of my opponent once. I claimed it slipped, but he was a dick. We both got held back by our coaches and I got suspended for a tournament. But there was no fight."

"So who did you beat?" asked a guy across the table.

"I'm not saying. But I trained at a place called Stablecreek in Florida. You can probably figure it out by who was there. And to be fair, pretty sure he was having his worst day when I happened to be having my best day.

What's the line from the movie 'Little Giants'? 'One time'? I beat him once and probably lost to him twenty times. If I faced him today, it wouldn't even be a match."

Mostly satisfied that I hadn't lied, the group moved on with the game. Thanks to some of the questions and the booze, Cindy was leaning closer into me and we were starting to kiss between rounds. I had snaked my hand behind her and was rubbing her ass through her leggings. People started to drift away from the game to get more to drink, when Trevor pulled me aside.

"Do you think you're gonna hook up with Cindy tonight?" he asked.

"I dunno. Why?"

"I was gonna take Kate back to our place, if that's cool."

"Yeah, no worries." I said giving him a fist bump. "If I don't go back with her, I can crash on a couch or something here."

"Cool. Thanks man."

At some point in the next hour, Trevor and Kate disappeared while Cindy and I kept drinking and partying with the group. Around 1am, she slurred into my ear, "Kate's not coming back tonight. Want to go to my place?" We said some quick goodbyes and started the short walk to her on-campus apartment. While Spring was on the horizon, the night was still chilly, and we sort of wrapped each other up for the walk. There was some kissing, petting and grabbing along the way. At one point, she jumped on my back for a piggyback ride, which ended with us laying in the grass on the quad laughing like idiots and feeling each other up. By the time we got to her door, we were both aroused and eager to get into the room.

Coats and shoes were discarded quickly, and she peeled off her leggings, leaving her in a pair of little white panties that were barely covered by her oversized sweatshirt.

"Want a beer?" she asked.

"Sure." I said. As I watched her bend over the fridge to get us two bottles, her sweatshirt climbed up to show more of her full, round ass and bare legs.

We ended up sitting on her bed, with our backs against the wall and started to drink our beers. Our hands were roaming and it was clear where it was all heading. Minutes later, the beers were forgotten and we were horizontal with her on top of me, our tongues buried in each other's mouths. I was working my hands inside her sweatshirt and trying to get past her tight sports bra to her tits. She had one hand between us, rubbing my swollen dick through my jeans. She pulled away and sat up on me, grinding her panty-covered crotch into me.

"Who was it?" she asked as she circled her pelvis on me.

"Who was who?"

"The tennis player you slept with. Who was she?"

"I'm not telling you."

"I have an idea." She pulled off her sweatshirt and tugged her bra over her head allowing her breasts to fall free. "If you tell me your secret, I'll tell you mine."

"That's not fair." I said. "You're using your tits as a bargaining tip." She lowered her chest down so her pert nipples were just out of reach of my mouth. "Besides, what secret do you have?" I asked. Since we were both drunk and horny, I wasn't sure where any of the conversation was going, I just wanted to get laid and was willing to negotiate.

She lifted off me slightly and started to unbuckle my belt. After some shifting and rolling around, I had only my boxers still on my body so there was even less fabric separating my dick from her pussy.

"You have to guess. Two truths and a lie." As she spoke, I could feel the heat from her as she slid up and down the length of my covered cock. "Never have I ever had anal sex. Never have I ever made out with a girl. Never have I ever had sex with a relative." She giggled and slurred as she finished the list.

The first reaction of my alcohol-clouded mind was that she had somehow mixed up the game of "Two Truths" and "Never have I ever" so it took a minute for the list to even register.

"Wait...I'm confused. Do I have to pick which one is true? Or wait...." My cock flexed against her at the thought of any of the choices being true, never mind potentially two of them.

She giggled as she answered, "Nope. Two are true. I'll tell you which one is the lie if you tell me the name of the girl you banged." To emphasis her offer, she reached through the fly of boxers and started to stroke my cock in anticipation. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feeling when I felt my cock get enveloped in a warm, wet sensation. Opening my eyes, I saw that she had taken my head in her mouth and was swirling her tongue around the end of my turgid member.

At that point, the combination of her mouth on me and the idea of any of her statements being true wore down my willpower. I told her the player's name and she jerked up in shock, a string of saliva connecting my cock to her lower lip. At the time, the female player was one of the hottest young names on the pro tour.

"No. Way. Really? You're fucking lying."

"Nope. It was two summers ago."

"How did it happen? I mean, I know how IT happens, but what led up to it."

"Honestly? There's a ton of that going on in any sports camp, tournament or event. We had all been elevated to the 18+ group and were all around the same age. So basically, there are a bunch of athletic, competitive, horny teens spending every minute together for six weeks at a camp in the middle of nowhere. During the week, we were mostly training, but on weekends all we did was hang out, party, and fuck.

One night, we both snuck out of a party and had sex in one of the training rooms of the tennis center."

"Do you still talk to her?"

"No. I lost touch with most of the people there. A lot of us went back to different colleges, she went right to the tour. I do still chuckle when I see her play on TV though, because sometimes she will grunt in a certain way and I recognize the sound."

"That's crazy. Was she any good?"

I didn't know why Cindy was asking so many questions, but since she was mostly naked on top of me, had just sucked my cock and the memory was a good one, I continued.

"We were both young and pretty inexperienced. But, yeah, like I said, we were both athletic and flexible, so it was good. Plus, a big part of our training was endurance and cardio, so we went for a while."

"Damn" she joked. "I guess I should be honored that I get to share this with such esteemed company." She gripped and stroked my cock to make her point.

"I told you my secret. So now you owe me something." I was challenging her, assuming she was going to try to avoid sharing her information with me.

"Guess" she said.

I tried to think back on her statement but quickly got confused by the rules and the options.

"I think you've made out with a girl, so that's the lie."

"Right! That one is true!"

"Huh? I thought two were true and one is a lie?"

"Yup. So which one is the lie."

"No, you said 'Never have I ever...' Fuck. I'm confused now."

"Fuck. So am I." She lifted off of me and pulled down my boxers before removing her own panties that revealed her pussy was covered in a well-trimmed triangle of dark hair. She reached in the drawer behind and pulled out a strip of condoms. She held them in her hand while she leaned over and took my length back in her mouth.

She licked and sucked on my dick briefly before popping up and looking directly at me again. Her eyes were oddly questioning mine as she quietly said, "If I promise to keep your secret, swear you'll keep mine?"

At that point, my dick was hard and wet and the naked girl laying across me was willing to tell me a sexual secret so I would have sworn to anything she asked.

"I swear."

"My brother and I fooled around once."

"Fooled around? Like..."

A blush ran up her face, and she hesitated slightly before answering, "Like had sex. This past summer."

"Holy shit" was all I could mutter.

"I've literally never told anyone. Fuck. I shouldn't have said anything. You probably think I'm a freak."

I was quickly gripped with the fear that her letting her secret out was going to ruin the night, and send me out with nowhere to go with a set of raging blue balls.

"No, it's crazy, but can I ask, how or why or..."

"Yeah, fuck it. Get me another beer and I'll tell you the story."

I jumped up and grabbed two beverages from the fridge and settled back down on the bed next to her as she started the story.

"My brother and I are only a year apart and once we were both over 18, my parents left us home for a long weekend this summer. Neither of us really cared, since we had our own friends and groups that we would hang out with when we're home. I broke up with Pete before classes ended and was mostly hanging out with old friends. He was dating this girl, Vanessa, who was a fat piece of white trash."

"Damn. Not holding back huh?"

"I can't stand that cunt. I knew her in high school, and she was always a bully and bitch to people. When they started dating, she would come to our house and be rude to me and my parents. Then, Rob would tell us stories about shit she would pull on him, and it made me hate her even more. Of course, if I tried to say anything bad about her, Rob would get angry, defend her and end up fighting with me. My parents told us both to stop it and get along for the summer, so we mostly didn't even speak to each other much.

Anyway, I came back earlyish on Saturday night after hanging out at a friend's house. We were drinking, so I left my car there and had someone give me a ride home. I watched TV for a bit but was tired and went up to my room to read. I must have dozed off because a little later, I heard a car pull into the driveway and heard Rob and the bitch come in.

Because my car wasn't there, they assumed I wasn't home and I heard them go into his room and start fooling around." She paused her story to stroke my cock before continuing.

"Even though it was my brother and that whore I hated, the sounds of them moaning and the bed creaking, got me turned on. I hadn't had sex in months and I was already wound up from the romance novel I was reading, so I started playing with myself under the covers, trying to keep quiet so they wouldn't hear me. Like I said, even if they knew I was home, I didn't want them to hear me jilling myself down the hall.

I was doing a good job until I moved the wrong way and ended up knocking the book I was reading off the bed to the floor. I completely forgot it was still there and since it was a hardcover, it made a loud bang when it landed. All of a sudden, the noises in their room stopped and I heard footsteps in the hallway, followed by their voices.

Basically, she was yelling like a possessed harpy about, and I quote, 'His fucking sister being home' and 'being a pervert listening to them fuck.' The worst part was, she wasn't wrong. My fingers were literally buried inside myself, and I was horny as hell."

In the dorm room, I reached over and snaked my fingers between Cindy's legs, starting to stroke her lower lips. They were wet and slick, allowing my fingers to slide up and down the length of her slit.

"Ok. Keep going." I said.

"Damn. Gonna be tough to focus with you playing with me. But okay.

So they start arguing in the hallway and she's throwing all kinds of insults at him. I was already embarrassed and trying to lay low when the bitch decided to start insulting me, calling me a whore, a slut and saying that I fucked half the high school while I was there.

For the record, none of that was true. I was a fucking virgin until prom night, and she was the school tramp. Anyway, I had enough, jumped up and flew out the door toward them both. I started calling her every name in the book and she fired back. My brother was going back and forth trying hold us both back because punches were about to start flying.

When I told him that he should get himself checked for an STD she called me a 'cunt' and stormed out of the house. We heard her car start, then drive away and house was just silent for a beat. You have to picture, I'm standing there in a t-shirt and panties, my fingers covered in my own pussy juice. He has on just a pair of sweatpants and we are both just fuming. I was just about to go back to my room, when Rob decided to pipe up and say, 'Why do you always have to be such a bitch to her?'

Sure enough, he was pissed at me and started yelling at me that I was rude to her and blaming me for even being home in the first place. I was still irate from the first argument and flared up even more. So, we picked up right where the other argument had left off and, probably because we are brother and sister, we got mean and personal real quick. I still think part of it was because we hadn't been speaking or fighting for my parents, a bunch of stuff had built up and just exploded."

Cindy paused the tale to take a sip of her beer and lay her head back against the cinder block wall of the room. She spread her legs a bit which let me stroke her pussy and dip my fingers inside her. I wasn't sure if she was turned on from our kissing and groping earlier or if it was her own story. Regardless, I wanted her to continue, so I pulled my hand away.

"Why'd you stop?" she groaned.

"Need to keep you focused. We haven't gotten to the good part, yet."

"Fine. We were yelling at each other as only siblings can, dredging up all the dirty laundry and insults we could think of. I got so mad, I went into his room, grabbed an autographed baseball he had on his shelf and started walking toward the sliding back door to the backyard. When he saw what I had in my hand, he lost it and screamed at me to put it down.