If my sorority sisters ever found out what I did, they'd kill me, but I've got needs!

It was common knowledge on campus that there were some guys that you were not supposed to mess with. Nobody I knew every talked about why nobody should mess with these guys, but for whatever reason, they had that reputation.

Granted, Maryville College is a private institution whose administration shuns Greek life. This has led to a wealth of secret societies that have emerged on campus. One thing, every sorority girl knows, even if her membership is a secret, is that some boys are off limits. There is always that one guy on every campus ... the BAD boy. The one who smokes too much pot, drinks too much, and is a little on the dangerous side. Now, I am not saying this guy in question is Maverick from Top Gun or anything, but you get the picture.

We both lived in Carnegie Hall ... and I could see his truck pull up, often with a Papa Johns light on the top, so I knew he was a delivery boy. I decided that this was my chance, my golden opportunity and I went for it. I mean, if my sisters found out, I would be ridiculed to no end, but hey - I have needs!

I ordered pizza and requested him as my driver. About forty minutes later, there was a knock on my door. I answer the door in boy shorts and a camisole. I ask him to come on in so I can grab my wallet. He stands in the doorway. I turn around, grab his jacket and pull him into the room. In the boldest move ever on my part, I say, "just take off your pants. This won't take long..." With that, he sets down the pizza, takes off his jacket and we start making out like crazy... I end up riding him to glorious results on the futon in my dorm room.

We never hooked up again, but every time I pass him in the halls or order pizza, I can't help but smile.