Waking Hunger

Waking Hunger

Book 1 in the Trilogy: Diary of Decadence.

Book 2 Twisted Days and Book 3 Blissful Sin available.

Written by J. Bango

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*Strong language and sexual scenes.

Description

Carissa is a college senior who has lived a comfortable life. She has, for the most part, played by the rules; excelling scholastically and remaining under the radar as far as any kind of trouble would be concerned. A typical, California raised, suburban girl who has always been considered attractive and likable. With graduation approaching, things are about to change, just as they always do when reaching a milestone. However, life has a way of tripping up the most well laid plans sometimes and sling-shooting events into overdrive. That never happens to a girl like Carissa though. At least it’s not supposed to.

Trevor is the hot neighbor next door at their apartment complex off campus. He’s the guy who has been tying her stomach in knots since he moved in several months ago. A happy hour at one of the local hot spots is where their tryst begins and from there, nothing is ever quite the same again. It’s a story of her belated awakening in so many respects. Experiences and abilities are born that exist for others maybe, but not this friendly yet reserved beauty. Trevor, with the help of a free-spirited roommate and several other new acquaintances, give rise to a fresh and daring new lifestyle.

It’s not merely a re-counting of sexual discoveries, but also an enjoyable and satirical look at what relationships become. Anyone who’s ever attended college will remember the times. If you never had the opportunity, here’s your chance to live and laugh through it from her own eyes and heart. Friendships grow and some fall away as they tend to do. These years are the second or even third coming of age for some and are, for good reason, the most memorable. Carissa forms bonds she never knew to be attainable and that come to reshape her life. The person she once was falls away; much like the seasons, transforming her into someone she didn’t imagine possible for herself.

Timing has its hand in everything many will say. Carissa has laid dormant for most of her young adult life, tucked away in a cocoon of safety. Turning a corner at just the right spot seems to blow everything wide open and the brakes are nowhere to be found for this co-ed. It’s a witty, steamy and fantasy come alive story of a woman who can’t find normal anymore—and she wouldn’t want to if she could.

Additional books from J. Bango

Self-Improvement

A Thanksgiving for the Spirit Soul Series

Change You now

Let Go, Be Still and Rise

Harvesting the Power Within

Contemporary Romance, Erotica and Adventure

Diary of Decadence trilogy

Book 1: Waking Hunger

Book 2: Twisted Days

Book 3: Blissful Sin

Island Lies

Evie’s Tribe

Skin Trader

Adult Humor

Weed-Seed Conundrum

Childrens

Bedtime Stories and Lessons

Table of Contents

Prelude

Part 1: Nice to Naughty

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Part 2: Down the Rabbit Hole

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Additional books from J. Bango

Prelude

This is my diary. Not of my entire life, but of a very significant three to four year span that shaped me into someone I wasn’t aware already existed deep within. As you will see, I like to keep journals on just about everything and thankfully, I kept one on my own personal collegiate days. These were times, only a few years ago, where things suddenly shifted and began moving at lightning speed. That, which I evolved into someone I truly never expected I could be.

It’s a story with a plot that may seem to meander, but somehow always comes back to center in a laughable way. Besides, that’s what life does; it zigzags and teases with hopes of teaching you to laugh at yourself and enjoy it all. There are a couple of villains who in the end, I can see what their purpose was; how they showed me the way to appreciate what I had and what I needed to learn. As far as the heroes are concerned, maybe most of the people in my account that follows are all heroes, to me anyway. Some are gone now, but a select few are still with me and probably always will be.

You’ll have the luxury here of meeting my insane family, my best friends for life and assortment of lovers; all of whom, in their own ways, transformed me into the person that I am today. One, with all the typical neuroses of a young, twenty-something college student; to a woman still slightly neurotic, but with a plethora of fond memories and a true understanding of who she was meant to be. In short, they were times that were both a curse and a blessing and I wouldn’t trade any of it away. You heard me right. I wouldn’t take any do over’s if offered. More on that as you will soon see. Fortunately, the blessings far outweighed the curses when it was all said and done, despite a few hiccups and even tragedies along the way.

This is my tale of love and loss, laughter and tears and my somewhat humorous, yet victorious induction to the game of life. You will see me fall, you will see me soar and you may even see parts of your own tale here. I apologize for nothing and I’m beyond grateful for everything. All of it.

Book one, begins somewhat slanted towards sex perhaps, but I thought it important to show how shy and sheltered I was in many ways. My days were, for a long time, uneventful and inexperienced. Boring in fact. All of that changed, thankfully. It is highly detailed and erotic concerning my sexual discoveries in the first half, which is followed by the escapades of my not so routine life that intertwines with it in the second half. If you enjoy intelligent and steamy, you’re probably in the right place. Please appreciate situational rebellion and borderline line insanity as well. We were and are, all of us, a slight bit left of center to say the least. Finally, you’ll meet approximately thirty to forty percent of my main players and the field sets up quickly.

Books two and three, continue to hopefully entertain you with the often amusing challenges of finding one’s self. Those in a modern era where old restrictions have fallen by the wayside. Although stimulating and sensual at times, you will not find the prose here within comparable to those of many other romance novels, often overwrought with descriptive adjectives. You will, however, stumble upon the straight talking and easy flowing dialogue of today’s common, twenty and thirty something’s. The remainder of my heart and soul people file into the pages of these two volumes. All being teachers and students alike in all things Carissa. It’s a good story I think; one that unravels at times and craps out, as Dad says, only to spin forward like a top before anything is allowed to hit the floor. If you like weird—and people who don’t care that their friends and family are such, you’ll really like us.

This is not a collection of entries, even though it was derived in large from my diary. What it amounts to is a story where quite a bit is dialogue and runs fast. It is in this way that I hope to allow you to peer inside those several years of my life through my own eyes. In my opinion, all three books can be read as stand-alone novels. If you want primarily sexual situations and encounters, Book one is the way to go. It also offers up introductory information about the storyline that follows. Book two, transitions to that storyline, although still steamy throughout. Book three, brings it all home with the bulk of the plot and conflicts of transition in life. All three, are a satirical peek into contemporary romance, friendship and family from my vantage point. One who lived it and experienced to depths previously unfathomable.

May you feel the wonderment of my discoveries and the pain of my losses—the elation of my conquests and the devastation of my disappointments. And finally, I hope that you will understand and be grateful for my love of the life I created along the way, on what for me, was a wild and freedom filled ride. My wish is that you enjoy the following trilogy of events with even a fraction as much enthusiasm as I did.

Part 1: Nice to Naughty

Chapter 1

8:20 A.M. Far too early A.M.

Carissa, are you ready? We’re all gonna be late for class.

I’ve been standing by the door for the last five minutes, Amber. Waiting on the both of you. Like every morning.

Chelsea, let’s go. I have a quiz first thing and the T.A. locks the door at eight-forty exactly. Little prick, Amber said, checking her watch and starting to panic.

I’m coming. How does this look, you guys? Do these shorts make my ass look good?

Don’t worry, sweetie, your cheeks are just barely hanging out. A hint of sluttyness. Exactly what you were going for.

Very funny, Amber. I’m only interested in being slutty on Friday nights. During the week I’m very academics oriented, I’ll have you know. See, I’m wearing a bra. No nips. Carissa….good?

Chels, are those actual shorts or bikini bottoms? I asked, legitimately wondering. "Whatever. Don’t answer that. You’re gorgeous. We need to go now. We’re never going to find spots in any of the bike racks on campus as it is."

The three of us jogged down all three flights of stairs as fast as we could, which wasn’t what you would call fast anyway. Staying up until two in the morning, halfway studying and half-watching late night talk shows, doesn’t make for a group of wide-awake chicks at this hour. The fact that each of us was trying hurry along in sandals didn’t help things either. As with most mornings, we were a mess. We looked good, yet still a mess.

It was warm out already being late April, with the temperature at ninety-two degrees and climbing in Tempe. The ride through our complex and out to University Drive would be about three minutes tops. Followed by another three minutes of biking along the crowded sidewalk to the edge of campus. Once on campus, the free for all would begin, but I could probably be in class and seated in another ten minutes. Barring the unforeseen and any misfortunes that is. Last week, there was a huge pile up one morning when some kid was texting and totally bit it. Everyone riding behind him was also texting, of course. Watching the flesh collide and cell phones flying through the air was ridiculous and funny all at the same time. It took a good five minutes for bodies to rise up and untangle bikes, while the rest of us were trapped in a long ass line to the rear of these future geniuses. I lived two blocks away from campus and seriously, I often think I’d make better time if I drove my car. Probably a lot safer too and I wouldn’t be taunted by Chels’ ass jiggling in the breeze like it was right now.

One would assume that three fairly intelligent girls would drag themselves out of bed ten minutes earlier each morning, but that would make too much sense. To us, that extra ten minutes was the most important sleep of the night somehow, separating a great day from a horrible day. Yes, we knew better. We were lazy co-eds who didn’t have a care in the world at this point in our lives, so it only makes sense to put ourselves through this kind of stress every morning. There ya go.

Today is Thursday and Tuesdays and Thursdays are my easy days. Two classes back to back and I’m out the door and home by noon.

Hey Carissa, look who’s standing by his bike, nudged Chelsea. It’s your man.

I wish. We hardly know each other.

Carissa, you better be careful with that next door neighbor shit. Close proximity dating usually spells disaster, barked Amber.

Hey…Amber, do you think you can say it any louder? Seriously.

I’m just saying. He seems nice and all and he’s a good looking guy, but just be careful.

Thanks Mom, I think I can handle it. Besides, he’s never even hinted to us going out. Nothing. I don’t even think he’s interested.

Trevor was bent over his mountain bike and unlocking it. At second glance, it looked as though he was pulling at it and something was jammed. No surprise there. It happens all the time. People come home from class and basically dump their bikes on top of each other as if it’s a garbage heap. Needless to say, he heard our loud banter approaching him, which prompted him to turn towards us. The turning wasn’t a big deal so much, compared to his stomach muscles tightening in the turn. I almost tripped over my own foot. I have a thing for abs and to my delight; he had his shirt off for the ride to campus. Delight or horny pain. The jury’s still out on that one, although I don’t think we need to deliberate very long. Worse yet, I always stumble when I’m around him and I swear he must think I’m challenged in some respect. At least he’s nice about it and pretends not to notice. Chels is quick to point it out, but Trevor is nice.

Ladies. Looking hot today, one and all. How is everyone? He asked, as a chorus of Hey Trevor, sang out in sync. Some jackass totally locked his piece of shit in the same stall as mine and I can barely reach my lock. I don’t have time for this. Nice shorts, Chelsea. You better dump your butt in Amber’s basket for the ride, or your cheeks are gonna fall right out of those things.

Well, thank you for noticing, sir. Compliments are running a little behind today, but these things have a way of ironing themselves out.

You girls have a long day today? He asked, as he threw his backpack on and mounted his recently disentangled bike.

Short, short, one-thirty, were our robotic and groggy replies. All of us struggling to hurry and get ourselves situated.

He waited patiently for us and soon we were all off, zig zagging through sidewalks past our pool, then the second, and finally the third pool at the front of the complex. All the while, we absent-mindedly listened to Amber sneeze repeatedly. The pollen from the olive trees was already strong at this time of the morning, in a way that burned your nasal passages. You never knew exactly what you might see in a compound packed to capacity with people all on the same agenda. Pre-career mode, with a heavy emphasis on an introduction to alcoholism, sexual liberation and the exile of the fear. You know the fear—a lifetime of debt that lurked in the wings of graduation. Mortgages, loans, divorce—all the bullshit. Ours, for now, was a private land of peaceful fun, every day and night.

This particular morning was quieter than most, I noticed. I strained to remember if yesterday was holiday or if I had been to class. Life here tends to roll into one big blur at times when repercussions are small at best. It doesn’t suck, I promise you. Various apartments had music cranking out from within and I noticed several people shirtless on their patios, smoking their morning cigarettes. The lawn maintenance crew came on Thursdays and there were lawnmowers spewing out grass everywhere. I thought poor Amber would literally pee herself at some point from sneezing so hard.

Eventually, we entered the world and merged onto the doublewide sidewalk. The day was progressing well, seeing how we managed not to get clipped by oncoming, caffeine-crazed students racing to class. Almost immediately, Trevor dropped back to where I was riding behind Chelsea and Amber.

Hey you, morning, he said, with that sexy and shitty grin of his that I loved already.

Hey, how are you? I asked, trying not to embarrass myself, or worse yet, wipe out.

I haven’t seen you in like a week or so. Where’ve you been hiding?

Studying. I have six papers to write in the next few weeks. And then, with exams coming up soon, I’ve pretty much been locked away in our apartment.

I know. It seems like I live at the lab these days.

Do you have a long day today? I asked him.

Not too bad. I’m done around noon and then I have to research one thing at the library. Maybe an extra hour. Hey, I’m probably going to take a break and hit the pool when I get home. What about you Carissa? Do you wanna lay out for a bit and catch some sun with me?

Told you, I heard Amber mumble from up front. She and Chelsea were clearly ease dropping on our conversation. I was flustered for a few seconds and hoping he wouldn’t notice. More like praying he wouldn’t say anything if he did. Don’t get me wrong, I love my roommates. There are times though, such as this very moment, where I wish I could press pause on their mouths. I could feel my face flush with anticipation. He was a smart guy and I’m guessing he caught it—all of it. The cat was out of the bag and Trevor now knew his neighbor was practicing Kegel exercises in the shower for him. True to form, he played innocent and let it go, while staring at me and waiting for my answer.

What are you two talking about back there? Chels shouted.

Nothing, Chels. Shut up.

Well, pardon me, bitch. Amber, what’s going on with them?

I don’t know, Chelsea, because you’re screaming like a fool.

Screw you guys. I’m cabbing it to class from now on.

I didn’t bother to wait for the girls to quiet themselves. My best hope for privacy was to talk to Trevor while they argued back and forth. I can’t. I mean, I really want to lay out with you.

More like on top of him, I—we heard from up front.

Chelsea! Zip it! Anyway, I continued, embarrassed and at the same time hoping for a reprieve on behalf of Chelsea being Chelsea. Maybe the offer of a rain check from him for a date, even if it was only tanning. How about dinner, pretty boy? A tan session is what you do with your friends, not with a girl you’re interested in sleeping with. At this point, my optimism was draining into the toilet fast. Granted, it was my head playing games with me, but c’mon. What’s next? An invite to wax his car on the weekend or hang out and talk football while he gets a haircut. Whatever. I’m semi-desperate and I’ll take what I can get. Mister ab flexing show off. I just don’t know how I’m going to get everything done in time this semester.

We had just crossed the street and I knew from previous rides that this was the turn-off he took to the other side of campus. He slowed down and said, Maybe another time then. This is me. See ya, Carissa. Bye, girls.

Bye, the two snoops yelled back.

Bye, Trevor, I said, waiving. Watching him ride away and feeling defeated as he looked back over his shoulder at me. My stomach knotted up again. I hate liking guys. It always makes me feel as if I’m going to puke. Not the kind of romance I remember from my mom’s Audrey Hepburn movies. It doesn’t end there though. No, that would be too easy—letting Carissa ride off, looking unbearably desirable and Trevor having to obsess over me for the remainder of the day. Of course not. Instead, I almost slammed into Amber who had stopped in front of me. The result of which was me veering to the right, completely dropping my front tire off the curb and onto the street. There, my body jerked forward to a halt. Completely unsexy. "Oh…my God. Please tell me he did not see that Amber. Please just tell me that."

Uhhhh, okay.

"Okay, what? I asked, cringing. Falsely assuming, for some ridiculous reason, that I had to be quiet and perfectly still in order for everything to be erased.

He totally saw, Chels chimed in, circling back to us. "You know Carissa, for a girl who is as pretty as you are, you really manage to make yourself, I don’t…not so pretty sometimes."

Yeah, no shit, Chelsea. Thanks for pointing that out to me. Again.

Always have your back, roomie. On the up side, I thought you did well.

Really? You think so? I asked, with a newly found confidence building.

"Yeah, I do. Right up to the point where you shut him down for your first date so you can study. Guys hate it when a girl chooses books over their cock. You can’t blame them really. It’s kind of a slam.

Ugghhhh. I let out, hardly able to believe there was an entire day still ahead of me. All the time in the world for who knows what other kind of crap to be smothered in and destroyed. Let’s…let’s just get to class. So I can go home afterwards and forever barricade myself in our apartment.

Carissa honey, in all seriousness, don’t worry, Amber offered, in an attempt to rescue my crushed ego as usual. Remember how I told you I took etiquette classes when I was a little girl? You and I will practice my old tutorials at night. I guarantee, I can mold you into someone at least worthy of a mail order husband, she said, smiling. Holding her open hand up for a high five. The one I replaced with my middle finger.

See Blondie, you may have lost the man-whore of your dreams; only to lie awake at night, crying yourself into a horny stupor, but you have us. Total winner from where I’m sitting. Oh! Speaking of sitting. Shit, is my ass red from the seat? God, I hope not, Chels mumbled, trying to see her backside. Everyone’s going to want to look at me when I walk into the lecture hall. This fine ass has a reputation to uphold you know.

It was about eleven-thirty when I arrived home from class. Chelsea and Amber were still on campus so I would have some quiet time for a while. I figured I’d shower and work on one of my papers. Might as well accomplish something, I thought, seeing how my work was the very thing I cock-blocked myself with a few hours ago.

I found myself sorting through bikinis after showering and knew exactly what I wanted to do. There was no way though. I had too much work to do and knew if I went down to the pool, my day would be gone. Getting a grip and staying the course was toying with me big time. The afternoon was about to be one that saw my focus fading in and out and me accomplishing a whole lot of nothing.

This was my senior year and GPA really wouldn’t be affected by a mediocre grade on a paper or two. I really liked my classes, however, and wanted to do well on everything. Amber and Chelsea always got on my case; how I spend all of my time studying and I owed it to myself to have a little fun once in a while. I knew they were right and to be honest, I did go out at least one weekend night. Sometimes both. They were just a little more party friendly than I was and in reality, school was easier for them. They didn’t have to work quite as hard as I did.

All three of us were enrolled in both summer sessions coming up. Both Amber and I would graduate in August and Chelsea, being a junior, would have another year to go. This would be our second and last summer living together. The sad part, for me anyway, is that it was going by way to quickly now that it was coming to an end.

Trevor was a junior too. He was also a few years older than we were, having started college later and not fresh out of high school. Something about getting trapped by the man in the corporate slave system. I’m not really sure. It was more interesting to look at him as opposed to listening. Anyway, he and his roommate William moved in during the month of December, right before Christmas and next door to us girls. From time to time, I would see him around. Coming and going sort of run-ins. We always said hi to each other, but really, nothing more than that ever transpired. Different girls popped in and out of his place and I naturally assumed he was with someone already, or maybe he was simply a player. The player label and social occupation wouldn’t be a complete shocker. Guys my age keep a cell phone longer than they do a girlfriend. As everyone knows, that’s not saying much for commitment. When you see them out and remember kissing them, but can’t remember their names, you know it’s time to up the age bracket.

Lately, we were bumping into each other more frequently. The two of us even had a really nice conversation at the pool about two weeks ago. I suppose that’s why I was invited to lay in a raft today instead of having a nice dinner out tonight. If we had our first real conversation at a restaurant instead of in swimsuits, I might be going on a real date. What I do like about him is that he’s an easygoing guy. His humor is quick witted and he doesn’t try too hard at all when he talks to people. I like that. I decided on the red bikini. So much for staying the course.

Miss Carissa? I heard from the living room as the door to the apartment closed. Hellooooo. Where are you?

I’m in here. At my desk.

So, I told you he was interested.

You think so?

I know so. C’mon Carissa, it’s obvious. He just doesn’t push hard. He’s one of those rare guys that sticks his foot in the door and then backs off. It’s that aloof thing that pisses us off to no end.

I know, but that’s hard to read sometimes. I’m used to guys being all up in my face if their interested.

"Not this one, darling. He’s smart. He wants you