Chapter 1: A Job Offer

Almost four years ago I was a sophomore in college, trying to deal with the pros and cons of attending a rather strict Christian University. First, let me say I LOVED my school and I don’t regret for a moment my decision to go there. Sure, I could have gone to the University of Pittsburgh or another public college and had a lot more “fun”, but my first priority was a good education.

Unlike the bigger schools, where students rarely even see their professor, at my university I never attended a class taught by a grad student TA (teaching assistant). All classes were taught by full professors who not only were outstanding in their fields, but showed a genuine interest in their students and were always available to discuss academic as well as personal issues.

Being a private, Christian-based university, that allowed the administration to establish the rules and conditions as they saw appropriate. The results were the infamous “Lifestyle Guidelines” which we all pledged to maintain. Technically I didn’t have to but the unspoken implication was that while students were not REQUIRED to pledge and follow them, neither was the university REQUIRED to allow everyone to attend ... you get the idea. Premarital sex was strictly forbidden - pregnant girls were expelled immediately. All dorms and on-campus apartments were separated by gender and men were allowed in our rooms only on specified visitation days - which were strictly supervised (no closed doors, etc.).

The school dress code, while not requiring uniforms or anything overly draconian, was conservative to say the least. For instance, bikinis were forbidden, shorts had to be well down the thighs several inches, skirts has to be no higher than just above the knee, and so forth. “Outward displays of affection” were discouraged. A quick kiss was OK but anything else had to be done out of sight.

My freshman year could have easily been a disaster as I seriously underestimated the difficulty I would have adapting to the Lifestyle Guidelines. Sure I knew about them beforehand but the reality never sunk in until I was left alone on campus and felt horny the first time - only to realize I was in the sexual equivalent of a convent! Imagine going from having sex almost every day, dressing like a slut, and masturbating several times a day, to an environment where even TALKING about masturbation in more than a clinical manner was forbidden.

Fortunately, I was saved when my roomie turned out to be a lesbian, (well, 90% - she wasn’t a virgin) and she became my first “girlfriend”, at least in a sexual way. (I don’t count sex with my mom or aunt). We had to be VERY discrete but Brenda was a great friend as well. She use to invite me to her home in a nearby town where we even got together with her older (and married) brother! Way too much to tell here, but I am sure you can imagine what all happened. It’s all in my diary from back then anyway.