Being Bad

Christine has always been good, but she's more than ready to be bad. She's sure that will send the message to her repressive hometown: that she has no intention of coming back and she's definitely not marrying her ex-boyfriend, who refuses to accept her refusal. At the first frat party of the college year, she meets Joey. He's ready to help her be bad, but has she taken on more than she's ready for?

Excerpt:
“Are you really going to the party?”

Agatha was really getting on my nerves. We were from the same small town, and she was Bobby’s distant cousin. Distant enough that she could marry him, if she wanted. I didn’t know why she had followed me to enroll at the university, but suspected that she had been asked to keep an eye on me.

Make sure I didn’t do anything that could possibly reflect badly on the good name of my family.

Or Bobby’s, of course. “The flyer said that everyone was invited.” And it was something I meant to take advantage of. My class schedule was very heavy in the morning, which was a time that was apparently rarely used by the other students. Meaning that I’d had very few chances to make any acquaintances or friends.

Especially with anyone who would have connections to one of the most important fraternities on campus. The invitation had made it clear that this was a one-time thing, a way to welcome everyone to the new school year.

“I guess I’ll have to go too.”

I didn’t want her to, but there was nothing I could do to stop her. Just as there seemed to be nothing I could say or do to convince her that she really didn’t need to be coming over to my dorm room all the time.

“Then let’s get moving,” I said, heading for my front door. Barely remembered to grab my purse on the way. I was glad that I’d managed to keep Agatha from snooping in there, because there were things that might have given her a heart attack. Like the prescription I’d just received from a clinic near campus. For birth control pills. And the condoms I’d bought to play it safe until I could get that prescription filled.

I was still a virgin. Still a good girl in that way. Even Bobby had been unable to push me into letting him have his way when it came to sex. Probably because he knew I was expected by everyone to remain chaste anyway. And not even his family’s reputation would remain untarnished if I had gotten pregnant, though I think a part of me suspected that was why he’d been pressuring me so much.

Getting knocked up in a small town was almost a guarantee of being pushed into a wedding. No matter what my future plans might be.

Thankfully, I’d dodged that bullet.

But I was more than ready to learn everything about sex that I had every reason to expect that I wouldn’t have been able to with Bobby. I didn’t really have any delusions that he was also a virgin. Even in a small town, there would have been opportunities for him to get experience.

I wasn’t sure that it would have been to my benefit, however.

Either way, it was in the past. And I knew that one way to make sure that Bobby got the message that I was done with him, once and for all, would be to lose my virginity to someone else.