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Peer Pressure (mf-ff-teens, intimidation)
by Virtual Scott
**
Chapter 1
Sullivan College was going to be a big change from high school,
Melissa realized. She watched the cab drive off, half wanting to call
it back and have the cabby return her to the airport. A moment later,
the comely brunette was completely on her own. Well, her parents
had said going to an out-of-state school would build self-
confidence, but it wasn't as easy to believe now as it had been in the
comfort of her home.
She'd been known as a tomboy back in Minnesota. Melissa's childhood
had been spent worshipping her three older brothers, following them
whenever she could. They'd always called her a pest, but it was
meant affectionately, and some of the best moments of her life had
been spent in rough-and-tumble football games. "The Pest" had
learned to throw a baseball as well as any of the boys, and wore the
same old jeans and ratty sneakers they did.
Melissa had gotten hooked on computers early when John, her oldest
brother, had gotten an Apple II one Christmas. She loved the
disciplined creativity involved in programming and had gotten
involved in the school's computer club when the other girls in her
class lived to flirt with boys and shop at the mall. Later, the
faceless machines provided a refuge when her changing body
distanced the boys from the easy camaraderie of her younger days;
she was no longer the androgynous playmate they felt comfortable
with. Melissa still thought of herself as "the pest" and was
convinced no boy would relate to her as a girl, even if she'd had the
inclination or courage to try such an approach.
Self-consciously Melissa retrieved her glasses from her purse and
put them on so she could read the campus map. The purse was an
obnoxious reminder of her body's unwanted changes. Her favorite
wallet no longer fit comfortably in her hip pocket, and slight
farsightedness required her to lug a pair of glasses with her if she
wanted to read.
Her friends back home said the thin metal frames looked good on her,
but the introverted teen habitually discounted comments about the
beauty she was convinced she didn't have. In fact, in the last years
of high school her body had ripened into a knockout figure that was
imprinted in the minds of many of her old male classmates. Only her
attitude and loose, concealing clothing partially disguised this fact.
Brushing back a lock of the dark, frizzy hair that had escaped her
ponytail, Melissa looked down the campus. She heaved a sigh of
resignation, slung her carry bag over a shoulder, and hefted the
oversized suitcase before starting a slow march towards the
building she'd identified as Gridley Hall.
The three floors of the U-shaped residence hall wrapped around a
central courtyard. When she came close enough to scan the room
numbers on the doors ringing the court, Melissa was dismayed to
find her room, 301, must be on the top floor. Gridley didn't look like
a building that had elevators.
Melissa found the nearest stairway and started the difficult climb
to the top floor. She had made it halfway when a tanned student in
swimsuit and T-shirt graciously relieved her of the suitcase and
carried it the remainder of the way up the stairs. She was too
flustered by the parting look he gave her to remember his name.
Thank God, she thought, the movers will carry up the steamer trunk
when it arrives later in the week.
Tiredly, Melissa trudged to the very end of the hall. The door to room
301 was open, and sure enough, "Melissa T. Bednar" was neatly
printed on a post-it note affixed below the room number. The room
was occupied, Melissa realized as she lugged her suitcase through
the door and unceremoniously dumped it on the floor. Another girl
was hanging clothes in one of the closets, surrounded by opened
boxes.
The stranger stopped her work and deftly maneuvered around the
debris to meet Melissa. "Hello, my name is Janet Mueller."
Melissa immediately found herself wanting as she observed the
other's tasteful clothing and unconscious grace. She put on her best
face and replied, "I'm Melissa Bednar. Pleased to meet you, I guess
we're roommates."
Janet laughed lightly and agreed, "It looks that way. Quick, take the
sticker off the door before some *other* Melissa Bednar arrives!"
Melissa was reassured by the light humor and began to feel better
about the thought of sharing a room with Janet. Perhaps a little of
the other's grace would rub off on her; the thought reminded her of
the glasses still adorning her face and she quickly removed them and
laid them on the empty desk. The distraction caused her to miss the
envious look as Janet made an informed guess about the body hidden
beneath the oversize shirt and windblown hair.
Janet broke the silence with another question. "Is this all you have?"
Melissa was brave enough to try a small joke. "*All?* This stupid
suitcase was almost too much. I think my right arm is stretched."
Janet giggled as Melissa completed the explanation. "No, seriously, I
have my mom's steamer trunk coming, but it was too big to take on
the plane. It should be delivered tomorrow or the next day."
Reassured, she felt secure enough to try a question of her own.
"Surely you didn't bring all *that* on a plane?"
Janet followed the glance to the boxes and smiled. "No, 'private
moving service.' My brother lives an hour from here -- he drove me
up from home. I suppose I should finish unpacking them."
Melissa succeeded in stowing her clothes in the small closet and
dresser provided before they succumbed to wrinkling -- not that she
particularly cared, but Janet looked like the type who would notice.
Deciding the small remainder of her belongings could wait, Melissa
elected to investigate the rest of her new home. Janet gave up on
arranging her CD collection and volunteered her services as tour
guide, although she admitted she hadn't had much opportunity to
explore. A glance sufficed to cover the room's furnishings: two
single beds, two dressers, two desks with chairs, a recessed sink
with a mirror and small cabinet along one wall beside the closets.
The best feature was undoubtedly the window, which yielded a fine
view of the campus.
Janet led Melissa to the door on the other side of the sink and the
girls walked into the bathroom. A shower, curtain pulled back, filled
half the bathroom -- Melissa wondered at its size relative to their
quarters. On the other side, the toilet was somewhat screened by a
partition. With a shrug, Janet opened the door facing them. "It's okay,
the upperclassmen don't move in until this weekend."
They peered into a room that was as bare as theirs had been a few
hours ago. The two turned to each other in shocked amazement as
each realized the center of the room was filled by a single queen-
sized bed instead of the two singles they had expected to see!
Hurriedly the pair retreated while their minds grappled with the
implications of the furnishings.
"Maybe it's just a mistake? Put there by accident?"
"That seems unlikely. But, Melissa, I heard some seniors can use
these rooms as singles, if they do well enough in the room draw."
"Oh, why didn't I think of that? That makes much more sense..."
Melissa's voice trailed off momentarily as her thoughts returned the
horrible, but now discarded, alternatives.
By unspoken consent, the pair elected to head downstairs and see
more of the campus. They exited the room and closed the door behind
them, after each had tested her room key in the lock. Janet resumed
her commentary as they headed for the stairs. "These are supposed
to be the best rooms in the dorm. Good view, neighbors on only one
side, and the rooms below are used for storage -- we shouldn't have
any problems with noise from other students."
Melissa wryly agreed, "As long as you don't have anything too heavy
to carry up the stairs!"
Janet concluded, "and hope our suitemate isn't some acid rock freak!"
Melissa laughed uncertainly; the joke was too close to her worries
to be very amusing.
+++
Melissa and Janet met their new suitemate Saturday afternoon.
Janet had been holding up her part of a largely one-sided
conversation relating to the previous day's placement tests and the
merits of their fellow classmates. Melissa flipped through the first
chapters of her introductory programming text. Both looked up at the
sound of an opening door in the next room and exchanged excited
glances at the realization their neighbor had arrived.
Janet and the stranger opened the bathroom doors simultaneously,
then paused to assess each other as Melissa moved to peer over her
roommate's shoulder. She didn't know what to think. The vibrant
woman facing her had a model's body and carriage, and even *looked*
familiar, but the clothes... They seemed practically obscene. Did
people really dress that way?
In contrast to their own shorts and blouses, the stranger was
wearing a lightweight purple sweatshirt with the sleeves pushed up
above her elbows, black leggings that looked painted on, and short
boots. The sexpot pushed her reflective sunglasses up onto her
windblown bronze mane as her face creased into a dazzling smile.
"Hi, I'm Jacqueline Barry. Call me Jacqui; everybody does. Really glad
to meet you, you guys look like a major improvement over the losers
we roomed with last year." She moved forward with hand
outstretched; "You are?"
"Oh, right. I'm Janet Mueller, pleased to meet you, Jacqui." Janet
shook the offered hand.
Melissa waved from behind Janet, "and I'm Melissa Bednar." In a wry
voice, she added, "My friends call me Lissa." Cracking her own smile,
she offered, "please come in and visit." Jacqui was only too pleased
to accept and moved ahead as the freshmen gave way to her.
"Hey, nice," the beauty commented after a look around. "Can't chat
much right now, I'm afraid, I've got more junk to bring up from
storage, and I promised Anne I'd help bring up her stuff, too."
Janet rose to the bait and inquired, "Anne?"
Jacqui launched into her story. "Yeah, Anne Takasawa, she's my
roommate. No way a lowly junior like me could pull a single in
Gridley; Anne got a crappy number in the soph draw, but we doubled
up and improved our position enough to get in."
The frosh's troubled expressions reflected the inevitable question.
"Oh, the *bed*. No, it's not what you think, we use it for partying.
Look, two beds like you've got," she gestured at the furniture in
question, "break up the room too much. Waste of space. The old queen
works great, lots of people can sit on it, throw a cork board on top
and you've got a great table for cards or whatever. Hell, this school
doesn't give you any time to sleep anyway," she concluded.
It seemed reasonable enough, Melissa decided. Janet remained silent.
"Well, I gotta get back to work. Look, Anne and I will be here right
after dinner. You can meet her, then we can go out, dancing or
something, I can show you guys where the hot spots are around here.
Sound like a plan?"
Janet relented; it would be good to escape one last time before
classes really started. "Sounds like a plan," she agreed. Melissa,
although slightly unsure about the thought of going bar hopping,
nevertheless agreed to accompany her new friends. The three agreed
to meet again at 7 PM, and Jacqui departed.
+++
The older girls were a study in contrasts when they arrived. Anne,
unsurprisingly, was a petite Oriental with straight, jet black hair.
She spoke little beyond the initial introductions and obviously
deferred to Jacqui. It was clear to Melissa who the leader of their
group would be.
The quartet of young women departed Gridley hall at the appointed
hour, and Jacqui led the group to her car. The frosh glanced enviously
at the red Mustang convertible and complemented Jacqui on her
fortune at owning such a great car when they were wondering when
they'd have money to buy even a junker.
Soon they were headed down Fairport Drive with the wind blowing in
their faces. Anne and Janet were squashed in the rear sets while
Melissa, as tallest of the passengers, sat next to Jacqui. It was hard
to tell what Jacqui was doing behind the reflective sunglasses, but
Melissa got the impression she was being scrutinized.
Uncomfortably, the brunette smoothed the skirt she now wore over her legs,
and wished she'd foregone the pantyhose -- it was still brutally hot.
Janet had chosen a dress for the occasion, elegant enough for a more
formal affair. Anne had arrived wearing a denim skirt over a one-
piece swimsuit, and Jacqui still wore her violet and black ensemble.
Over dinner, they learned more about each other. Janet was planning
to become an attorney and ambivalent about a potential long-
distance relationship with her boyfriend, Franklin. Melissa
blushingly admitted she'd never had a boyfriend at home, but knew a
lot about math and computers. In turn, the newcomers discovered
Anne was an Engineering major. Jacqui was studying journalism,
modeled part-time for a local department store chain, and planned to
embark on a career as a photojournalist following her graduation.
Later, much cheered and relaxed, the foursome declared the evening
a resounding success and vowed to repeat the experience. The young
occupants of room 301 retired to their respective beds early Sunday
morning to dream of the upcoming adventures of their freshman year
of college.
Chapter 2
College life seemed to agree with them. Melissa was flattered to
have been approached for a date several times during lunch, although
she wasn't sure she was ready to accept more than just meeting for
a meal at the cafeteria. Janet was loosening up a bit too. Fall break
and, coincidentally, Melissa's birthday, were upon her almost before
she realized it.
Sullivan College traditionally gave its students a four-day weekend
during October to provide a break in the pressure of the fall
semester. Janet had already made plans to return home to visit
Franklin and her family before Melissa shyly admitted her 18th
birthday fell on the Wednesday before the break. Miffed that Melissa
hadn't mentioned the event earlier, Janet nonetheless charged her
suitemates with properly celebrating their youngest member's
passage into adulthood.
Jacqui solemnly promised to see Melissa had a good time.
+++
The evening started in typical fashion, although this time the four
were nearly a matched set -- Jacqui and Anne had outfitted
themselves with sleek dresses in honor of the occasion. All four
coeds drew admiring glances at during the evening, but there was no
question the birthday girl and her bronze-haired companion were the
chief heartbreakers.
They returned to the dorm early to bid a regretful good-bye to Janet,
who was hitching a ride home with her brother. The party promptly
resumed as Jacqui broke out her bottle of Scotch to celebrate
Melissa's arrival at drinking age. While Anne made a joke of
pretending to "card" Melissa, Jacqui served out the shots.
Several drinks, and an indeterminate amount of time later, the
conversation had turned to Jacqui's modeling experiences.
"No, really, Lissa, I mean it!" Jacqui continued. "You're gorgeous!
You've *really* never considered doing any posing?"
"Honestly, no." Glamour was probably, Melissa thought, one of the
few things she had less experience with than drinking. Except maybe
sex... *Get your mind out of the gutter, Lissa!* She tried to return
her attention to the conversation. "I wouldn't know what to do. *I* don't
know what looks good."
Jacqui laughed. "Actually you don't really need to do anything except
show up, look good, and follow directions. Hey, I have a tape from my
last assignment. Would you like to see it?"
The proposal was unanimously accepted. Jacqui located the tape and
popped it into the VCR, and soon the three coeds were lying back on
the bed, bolstered by another round of drinks.
Melissa gazed raptly at the unfolding scenes with amazement. Jacqui
was modeling swim wear, but a number of the suits were incredibly
skimpy and she sensed she should be shocked by some of the explicit
stage directions used. However, her mind felt numbed and, reassured
by the steady presence of her friends on either side of her, she took
in the tape with a calm that would have surprised her parents. Some
30 minutes later, her only comment was, "Jeez, Jacqui, some of
those suits are practically pornographic. Not to mention that
director. I guess I don't need to bother going on a field trip down to
the Pussycat theater now."
Anne piped up, "You want to see a X-rated movie? We have some
tapes here. Do you think we should watch one? Would that be okay,
Mistress Jacqueline?"
The strange form of address escaped Melissa, who giggled and
replied, "Sure, why not? All part of a college education, right?"
Jacqui merely smiled as she gestured for Anne to comply with the
request, and refilled their drinks. Soon the three coeds were sitting
in a row at the head of the bed, Melissa in the center, and Jacqui
started the film.
The movie was about a housewife taken captive by a gang of robbers
and forced to have sex with each of them, any way they wanted it.
Melissa soon found that her panties were soaking wet, and she kept
crossing and uncrossing her legs to relieve the urge between her
thighs. When the movie ended, the young virgin just sat there and
stared at the blank television screen. Anne asked her how she liked
the film, and Melissa could only nod her head.
Melissa felt Jacqui's hand on her knee. It wasn't long before the
frosh's dress and slip were bunched up around her waist and Jacqui
was gently rubbing Melissa's pussy through her panties. Melissa
knew she should stop the model, but the feeling was so overpowering
that she just sat back and enjoyed it.
Just as she was about to come, Jacqui stopped rubbing her and
ordered, "Melissa, take off your panties." The confused teen
hesitated for a moment and soon felt Anne's hands on her hips,
pulling the offending panties down. Jacqui's fingers were quickly
back on the brunette's cunt, and Melissa found herself squirming
violently; she came with a pleasure that easily surpassed the self-
induced climaxes to which she was accustomed.
Jacqui rolled off the bed onto her feet, then resumed control of the
charged situation. "Anne, stop playing with yourself this minute.
Lissa, stand over here in front of me and strip. Now." The aroused
18-year-old felt like she was in a trance, but did as she was
instructed. Soon her dress, slip and bra lay on the floor next to her
discarded panties. "Good. Now get back down on the bed, and spread
your legs. Anne, eat her."
The Oriental's lips and tongue were soon working their way up her
legs, and Melissa came when Anne brushed her pussy with her lips.
Sweet juice ran from the trembling teenager's gash into Anne's
mouth as she frantically licked Melissa's virginal slit. Melissa
completely lost track of Jacqui.
Then Anne was gone and Jacqui had returned. Melissa started to
regain her senses as Jacqui rolled her over onto her stomach. Soon
Jacqui's lips were working their magic on the backs of her thighs,
and Melissa could feel the warmth spreading through her body again.
Jacqui licked her bottom until it was wet with saliva and then
spread Melissa's cheeks and shoved a finger into her ass. Soon the
orgasms were tearing through the teen's body so fast that she just
lay there trembling and screaming. Overcome at last, the drained
beauty fell into a very deep sleep.
+++
Melissa drifted into wakefulness and lay quietly as the previous
night's experiences began to trickle into her consciousness. Her face
felt scalded by the sudden blush that covered it as the last
memories clicked into place, and she sat up abruptly. The teen
realized she was lying naked in Jacqui's bed! Horror emerged full-
force at the discovery of a choke chain encircling her neck and tying
it to the wall, and Melissa screamed as she began a futile struggle
to escape the trap.
Jacqui and a man Melissa didn't recognize burst through the
bathroom door. "Shut up, bitch! Slaves don't scream," hissed Jacqui.
"Steve, bind her hands and feet before she hurts herself."
She started a camcorder positioned on her desk, then the two
stripped back the sheet. After a struggle, they secured Melissa's
limbs with the thongs concealed at the corners of the bed. Melissa's
frightened gaze darted from Steve's hand as he rubbed his crotch to
Jacqui as she moved up to the side of the bed.
"That's right, screaming won't do you any good, slave," Jacqui
crooned, before beginning to toy with Melissa's bush. "Definitely we
should shave this one, Steve," she said. "It would look so much
better. See? Like mine." The vicious model shucked her bathrobe,
revealing her beautiful cunt, slick as a baby's ass.
She bent down to fondle and suck Melissa's nipples until they were
swollen and hard. Steve had cupped his bulging crotch in one hand and
was squeezing it rhythmically. Jacqui climbed up on the bend and,
placing a knee on each side of Melissa's head, forced her cunt down
on Melissa's face. "Eat me out. Suck my pussy, slave. Stick your
tongue up inside my hole, and don't forget about my clit!"
Melissa screamed, "No! Janet, help! Anne!" Her hopes plummeted as
she remembered Janet was gone and she caught sight of Anne at the
side of the bed, furiously stroking her own shaved and dripping cunt.
"I'll teach you to refuse me, you bitch," Jacqui threatened. She moved
off the bed and retrieved some shaving supplies from the cupboard
below the sink.
Melissa could feel the creme being sprayed onto her bush and spread
crotch. Sobbing, she pleaded with her captors, but no mercy was
forthcoming.
"No way, slave. You are mine," Jacqui said as she cleaned the virgin's
crotch with swift, controlled passes of the razor. Soon all three
women had pubic areas as bare as the day they were born. Steve was
growing uncomfortable with the pressure in his shorts, and pushed
them to the floor.
His cock was large and very hard. After a glance from Jacqui, he
went to Melissa and commanded, "Suck this, doll."
Melissa looked at it and pleaded, "No! No! Please don't!" Further
complaints were silenced as Steve fed his cock into her mouth.
Thoughts of biting were banished by Jacqui's hissed warning in her
ear. It moved slowly back and forth, never quite triggering her gag
reflex.
Even this submission wasn't enough. Encouraged by probing hands and
verbal threats, Melissa began sucking his organ and running her
tongue along its length until Steve shot his come down her throat.
Coughing, with tears running down her face and mouth still plugged,
she swallowed it. Then Jacqui mounted her and forced Melissa to eat
her out. It was the most humiliating day in the young coed's life, and
it barely had started.
"Slave Anne! You will continue working on this slave. You know what
to do; don't screw up." Anne's naked, dripping folds quickly replaced
Jacqui's atop Melissa's face. The taste was different, but again not
unpleasant...
The thought was banished by the sensation of something large and
hard pressing against her pussy. She tensed and screamed, but the
sound was entirely muffled as Anne pressed more forcefully against
her face. Then Jacqui's finger was stroking her clit and, shamefully,
Melissa felt herself lubricating again.
The stimulation continued as Steve rammed himself into her and
began thrusting vigorously. There was a burst of pain as he ruptured
her hymen, and she felt uncomfortably stretched, but there was very
little friction, and oh! that finger... Melissa wept tears of
humiliation as she orgasmed under the relentless stimulation. The
cock inside her began spasming again, and she could feel the jism
squirting inside her before Steve withdrew and splattered her
tummy with more of his warm scum.
Anne trembled with her own climax and climbed off. Melissa realized
Jacqui was nowhere to be seen, and as her two remaining captors
fumbled with her bonds, she hoped for a moment they might be
releasing her. Instead she was repositioned, on her stomach this
time, with her legs trailing towards the floor but still firmly
fastened to something.
She jerked as the cheeks of her ass were parted and tried
unsuccessfully to see what was happening. Fingers, too small to be
Steve's, were stroking her and probing her holes. Something soft and
velvety trailed down her crack and began teasing her sphincter. Anne
was licking her ass! Melissa's initial disgust faded before the
onslaught of sensation as Anne repeatedly penetrated her butt and
withdrew again, wetting it well, and occasionally tickled her oozing
slit.
Melissa was actually considering asking for her release in return for
her cooperation when Anne moved away. The Oriental's gentle mouth
was replaced by Steve's rigid prick. Even though it appeared to be
coated with some sort of lubricant, the pain was incredible as the
throbbing rod forced its way slowly into her asshole. Melissa
struggled uselessly and soon Anne's bare mound was gagging her
screams again. Again, there was a pause while fingers -- Steve's
this time -- worked her body to unwilling excitement before her
indoctrination continued.
Her trials did not end with that painful event. After coming in her
bowels, Steve withdrew while Melissa reluctantly licked Anne to
another orgasm. There was a short pause, then cycle resumed. Steve
fucked her in the mouth and ass and cunt while Anne forced her to
pleasure every inch of her demanding body including, eventually, her
ass.
Nevertheless, they took care to maintain Melissa's level of
excitement. Eventually the captive freshman was responding to the
acts themselves without need of manual stimulation. She had no
strength for argument when they began forcing her to beg for their
attentions.
Although her captors took occasional breaks for food and drink,
Melissa was soon worn out by their continuous demands.
Nonetheless, they kept it up for most of the day.
+++
Melissa was so tired she could barely think. She was kneeling on the
floor while Anne held her "leash." The brutalized 18-year-old could
feel the come leaking from her ass and cunt, and dripping from her
mouth. For what seemed like the millionth time, Steve walked up to
her and glanced down expectantly. She couldn't believe his stamina,
but she knew what to do. Melissa took his cock into her mouth and
sucked it without a word being spoken, and wondered at the
sensations that passed through her body as he jetted into her again.
The next act was scripted, too. "Please Mistress Anne, let me lick
your cunt. Please let suck out your come. I love your taste, oh please
let me eat you." With a shock, Melissa realized she meant it, and felt
a tingling when Anne assented. She crawled to the petite girl, who
had a cruel streak she hadn't imagined, and began licking and nibbling
on the folds of her slit, before sucking on her clitoris.
When Anne was satisfied, Melissa pulled back and realized that
Jacqui was in the room again. The slave and her mistress traded a
meaningful look that left Melissa's legs trembling and her cunt
dripping. Evidently it had the same effect on Jacqui, who instructed,
"Pay close attention, slave." She hiked up her skirt, revealing her
naked butt, and bent over the bed, saying "Fuck me up the ass, Steve-
O!" He readily complied, and Melissa, watching Jacqui's thrusting,
twisting buns, wondered if she looked the same way when Steve was
sodomizing her.
Soon the couple climaxed noisily and Steve withdrew. Jacqui looked
over her shoulder and ordered, "Suck me out, Anne. Make sure you get
all of Steve's come and clean me up good. Lissa, pay close attention;
you'll have to serve me this way too. And Anne, save a mouthful to
share." The look on Anne's face said she had expected to continue
playing mistress, but she knelt behind Jacqui. She pulled the model's
buns apart to reveal the loosened hole, then leaned forward to begin
sucking the come from it. Melissa watched in fascination until Anne
turned and pulled her close. A sloppy kiss transferred some of
Steve's seed, this time with a new pungent flavor, to the teen's
mouth. She savored the taste before swallowing it.
When Melissa opened her eyes, the hate in Anne's stare frightened
her. Why, she thought, when I'm obeying her commands? We used to
be friends. A glance at Jacqui revealed only a look of mingled
arousal, amusement, and affection. Could it be Anne's jealous? But
why?
The young coed, no longer a virgin in any sense of the term, puzzled
over the emotions of herself and her friends. She neglected to note
that her leash had been lying on the floor, unclaimed, while Anne
serviced Jacqui. Jacqui's plan had succeeded.
"Up on the bed next to Jacqui, slave," Steve ordered, having grown
bored. "Beg for it up your butt."
Melissa complied, moving to the bed as she moaned, "I crave to have
you fuck me up the ass. It feels so good having my shithole filled,
please ream me." Her cunt moistened in anticipation as she felt the
head of Steve's relentless cock painfully force its way into her tight
anus.
Chapter 3
Many long hours later, Melissa wasn't sure she still knew herself.
She was almost positive it was Friday, but it was so hard to
remember... At least she had earned a break from the ceaseless
violations that filled her thoughts.
Those thoughts snapped back to the present as Anne stepped aside
and allowed the spray from the showerhead to wash the soap, sweat
and scum from Melissa's breasts. The frosh squirmed under the
pleasurable sensation, ignoring the swaying cable that was locked to
both her neck and the curtain rod. Then she was flailing for balance
and cutting off a squeal of alarm as Anne turned her against the wall
and spread her cheeks to clean them as well.
Apparently she now passed muster. Anne turned off the water and
handed her a towel. Melissa dried herself clumsily, hampered by her
chain, and was still working at it when Anne left the bathroom. She
was mostly dry several minutes later, but still alone.
"Anne? Jacqui? Is anything wrong?" Reflexively, she clasped the
towel across her chest as the door opened.
"You don't need that," Jacqui commented as she pulled the covering
away and dropped it before stepping in to reach the padlock. "And
inside these rooms, you will address me as 'Mistress Jacqueline,'
understood?"
Melissa dropped her eyes as she replied, "yes, Mistress Jacqueline."
Lock unfastened, Jacqui led Melissa back to the bedroom, then paused
to unfasten the padlock and release the other end of the cable. The
lock was refastened, leaving the choke collar still in place around
the teen's throat. "We won't need the leash any longer, will we,
Lissa?"
Melissa knew the answer, and felt herself blush as she answered,
"no, Mistress Jacqueline." Her eyes followed the key as Jacqui
threaded it onto a thin silver chain and fastened it about her own
elegant neck.
The next lesson began. "You enjoyed your 'birthday party' yesterday,
didn't you? The truth, now."
Melissa attempted to sort through her conflicting thoughts, but the
overriding emotion was clear. "Yes, Mistress Jacqueline, oh yes. B-
But, Steve, his cock hurt me. And I think Anne--" Jacqui cut her off.
"You leave all thinking about these matters to me. Don't worry about
Anne, I am aware of her problem. And we'll accustom your body to
these new activities; only time is needed."
"Now, on to business. Are you wet?" Melissa felt lost at the sudden
turn in conversation and tried to understand the question.
Understanding dawned as Jacqui impatiently stepped closer and ran
her hand over Melissa's bared mons; a finger darting briefly through
her folds caused her to jump. The finger moved to Jacqui's mouth,
and the mistress answered her own question. "Yes, I see you are, a
bit. But you can do better than this." Remembering the previous day,
Melissa knew that was true, but presently the junior clarified the
issue.
"I require that you always be ready. When I think of 'hot and moist,' I
want you to come to mind before Florida. Dripping. Understand?"
Melissa was dazed by the thought, and could only nod. The next
command was easier to interpret. "Bend over the bed and get your
ass in the air." Melissa moved to obey, and Jacqui continued her
dissertation. "I'm going to spank you now, Melissa, not to punish you,
and not because I'm angry with you, but because I want to. But be
sure you will be punished this way as the occasion demands. Is that
clear?"
Melissa forced a response, "yes, Mistress Jacqueline." Her body ached
enough as it was, but there was no way for her to evade the spurious
punishment.
Jacqui's hand rose and fell with an even rhythm. At first there was
pain, then Melissa felt a warmth spreading through her buttocks into
her loins. She could no longer repress her tears, and she heard Jacqui
ask, "Do you want to be spanked?"
Melissa shook her head, but the blows continued. Jacqui thrust a hand
between the brunette's legs and began to massage Melissa's pussy, at
the same time continuing the rhythmic slapping on her cheeks.
Melissa began to gasp for breath, unable to control her spastic
reactions, as moisture covered Jacqui's probing fingers.
When the hands abruptly fell away, the now-aroused frosh could not
restrain a plea. "Please, Mistress Jacqueline, please, make me come.
I need it so bad."
Her hope was damped by Jacqui's reply. "No, this was merely to get
you properly prepared. My next requirement is that you will come
*only* when I allow it. You will touch yourself only when I allow it.
Disobedience will be punished. Now roll over." Melissa did so,
attempting to focus on the instructions through her haze of arousal.
"Let's be clear. When you are in class, work for yourself. I'll allow
you sufficient time for homework. At all other times, your only
purpose is to serve me, as I desire. You will remain ready for me; no
more shorts or slacks. I've picked out some skirts and dresses, you
can buy others. Whenever I desire, you will demonstrate your
readiness as we've discussed, and make yourself available as I
require."
Melissa imagined a succession of days such as the one before, and
could not hold back a shuddering moan. Reflecting mingled fear and
desire, it was all the answer Jacqui needed.
Melissa watched as her mistress retrieved some supplies from the
trunk in the closet. She was unable to make sense of the items as
Jacqui lined them up along the edge of the bed. There were a number
of different sized flared rods, what looked like tangled shoelaces,
and a tube of some type of lotion. Jacqui answered the inquiring look.
"Your ass is too tight. You know it, Steve knows it, and I know it.
These will correct that problem." She demonstrated by picking up the
largest rod, an immense instrument which to Melissa's eyes dwarfed
Steve's cock. While Melissa stared, Jacqui squirted some lubricant
on the rod, polished it briefly with a rag, then bent slightly and
inserted it completely up her own ass with scarcely a pause. "See?
You'll be doing this in a couple weeks."
The slave felt faint as she watched her mistress piston the huge
dildo in and out, and tried to dismiss the thought of that instrument
tearing into her own anus. Jacqui evidently noticed, because she
stopped and further clarified. "Don't look at me that way. You don't
*start* with this, dummy. You'll work your way up a day at a time.
Now stand up, so I can fit the harness."
Melissa rose to her feet, automatically adjusting her stance to
spread her legs slightly. The "shoelaces" were revealed to be thin
strips of supple leather. Jacqui worked quickly and confidently, and
soon the procedure was completed. Melissa looked down at the thin
belt that encircled her slender waist. In front at each side, a strip
ran from the belt down to her crotch, passing to each side of her
completely exposed lips. She knew they joined with the single cord
that ran up the crack of her ass before emerging to attach to the belt
behind her. The harness was very snug, although not inconveniently
so, and Melissa could feel the snap where the rod would attach
pressing against her sensitized sphincter muscle.
Jacqui picked up and lubricated the smallest of the rods. Melissa
guessed it was about the size of her pinkie and wondered why it was
necessary when she had been so brutally sodomized the day before.
But she bent over the bed when Jacqui commanded, and felt the
other's hands move the snap to one side before probing the exposed
hole. The slick dildo smoothly penetrated her with only minor
discomfort and Melissa heard a "snap" as it was securely fastened to
the harness.
She could feel it moving slightly inside her as Jacqui pulled her back
to her feet, and the unusual sensation added to the tingling in
Melissa's loins. Her mistress stroked her ass lightly and stepped
back. "Good. You will come to me each morning to be fitted, or if you
must use the bathroom. Don't remove the harness; if I find you have
done so, you will be severely punished."
Melissa had not thought before now that she would be permanently
outfitted this way. What of the complications? "Mistress Jacqueline,
how am I to explain this?"
Jacqui laughed lightly before replying. "What, modesty *now*? Don't
bother. Wear your usual clothing over it. Janet is the only person in a
position to notice, and I'm sure you're clever enough to avoid drawing
her attention. But if she should ask, you may refer her to me." There
was a pause, and then Melissa learned more of Jacqui's plans for the
day. "Now, you should go get yourself made up. We two will be going
out, and your pretty hair's a mess after that shower. Come back when
you're ready to dress and we'll pick out your clothes."
Melissa walked back through the bathroom, absently retrieving her
towel on the way, and walked to stand in front of her mirror. The rod
penetrating her ass and the sensation of her buttocks flexing against
the leather strap distracted her, and she stared at her reflection in
the mirror for several minutes. Mistress Jacqueline was right about
the hair, she mused, I look like a drowned cat. Her gaze descended,
past the collar encircling her neck, past her erect nipples, to the
bizarre contrast of dark leather on pale, smooth flesh. Melissa's eyes
locked on the blood-gorged lips of her swollen cunt. The teen had
realized she was much sexier than the actress in the porno tape last
night. Her hand, apparently of its own will, moved to touch the erect
clitoris, but was thwarted as its owner returned from her thoughts
and remembered Jacqui's stern injunction. With a conscious effort,
Melissa lifted her eyes and picked up her hairbrush.
+++
It was like playing with paper dolls again, Melissa thought, only she
was being dressed instead of a cardboard figure. She'd never spent
this much time dressing, even for her high school graduation. Of
course, she admitted to herself, she would never have dressed like
this before meeting Janet and Jacqui. Copying her mistress, Melissa
finished rolling the patterned stockings up her legs and attached
them to the satiny garter belt she wore around her waist over top of
the leather harness.
Next came the bandeau bra. It seemed too delicate to provide much
support, but that was a moot point because it appeared neither her
own nor Jacqui's firm tits were actually in need of a bra. Melissa
awkwardly fastened the front clasp and attempted to arrange the bra
decorously, but Jacqui intervened. Brushing the younger girl's hands
aside, she pushed Melissa's breasts up until the nipples were clearly
visible through the filmy lace trim along the top. A moment devoted
to rolling and pinching the nipples was sufficient to make them
stiffen and thrust forward through the lace. "Much better. Still
primed for action?" Jacqui asked rhetorically as she dropped a hand
to inspect Melissa's crotch and found it dripping.
The frosh was beginning to understand the nature of her torture as
sensations she could not ignore or respond to raced from her
erogenous zones to warm her entire body. She wanted badly to come,
but Jacqui's mind seemed to remain focused on business. The next
piece of business seemed to be a pair of high-cut bikini panties.
Melissa could feel them gliding against her cunt, which no longer had
its accustomed buffer of kinky hair, as she pulled them into place.
Her aroused sex responded by pumping more moisture into the pastel
fabric, which rapidly darkened around the crotch as it filled with
fragrant juices.
Embarrassed, Melissa looked at Jacqui and found the reassurance she
sought. "Lissa, there's no shame in being ready. You're very beautiful
and you're making your mistress very happy." The offending garment
was soon covered by a slip and modest navy blue skirt, which
nevertheless clung to Melissa's frame in an extremely attractive
manner. The blooming sex toy noticed Jacqui did not bother with
panties as she climbed into her dress. It was a tight-fitting sheath
that the self-assured junior left unzipped deep into her cleavage on
top, and halfway to her crotch below.
Finally, Melissa pulled her own peasant top over her head and tucked
the bottom into her skirt. She turned to check her hair in the mirror,
and Jacqui again rearranged the clothing. This time the top was
pulled down over Melissa's shoulders until the bumps of her stiff
nipples showed just below the top of the garment. Melissa noticed
the outlines of her body and bra were clearly detectable through the
cream-color top, but she decided she didn't care.
Soon the pair was walking towards to nearly deserted parking lot.
Melissa listened to the click of their new high heels on the
pavement, and the jingle of the choke collar encircling her neck. She
tried, unsuccessfully, the ignore the sensations of the damp satin
caressing her cunt and the subtle stroking of the dildo in her ass.
Jacqui's face glowed as she unlocked the car and said, "See? No
problems. Welcome to the real world, Lissa. And for tonight, you can
call me Jacqueline. How are you doing?"
Melissa considered, then answered honestly. "I need to come,
Jacqueline. I want it worse than anything." Jacqui threw back her
head and laughed as the car departed with a roar and the screech of
burning rubber.
+++
Melissa had never felt so sensual. Jacqui had led her from one club to
another, all of them filled with young men and women on the make.
At first the modest freshman had shied away from the frequent
admiring gazes she attracted. A few drinks and Jacqui's protective
presence bolstered Melissa's confidence to the point where she
began to flaunt her hot body. That heat had been increased earlier in
the evening when Jacqui had pulled her into a corner and quickly run
a hand up her skirt and performed a "status check."
Now the pair was gyrating on a crowded dance floor. Melissa's loins
were pulsing in time to the beat of the music as she perfected a
series of sinuous movements that further stimulated the sensitive
nerve endings of her most private parts. Jacqui's eyes found and held
her own. Melissa watched the other beauty toy with the key on its
necklace, then Jacqui slid a hand inside her dress and began to knead
her own breast. When Jacqui ran the pointed tip of her tongue over
her parted lips while maintaining the suggestive stare and self-
abuse, Melissa climaxed in an orgasmic wave that left her knees
weak. She wobbled forward and clasped her mistress to avoid
falling.
A moment later, Melissa was sufficiently recovered to follow Jacqui
off the floor. The vacated space was filled instantly by oblivious
dancers. The two young women proceeded to the bathroom, where
Jacqui quickly pulled the flushed brunette into a stall with her
before latching the door.
"You like my tits, don't you, Lissa?" Jacqui whispered. "Here, taste
them." She unzipped her dress to the navel and pulled one flap aside
to reveal the rounded globe capped by a jutting nipple. Melissa leaned
forward and licked the stiff tip as she pulled the bra down to
completely expose Jacqui's orb. When Jacqui began running her hands
through Melissa's curly hair and softly moaned, "suck it," the frosh
pressed forward to envelop as much as possible of Jacqui's flesh in
her warm mouth.
Soon, however, Jacqui pulled her away. "Ah, good. Now sit down there
and eat me." Obediently, Melissa lowered the toilet seat and sat on
it. She watched hungrily as Jacqui slid the lower zipper upwards
until the slit reached to her crotch and moved forward. Soon the
slave was serving her mistress as she had so many times the
previous day. Jolts began shooting through Melissa's body as Jacqui
pushed down the peasant top and began to painfully pinch and pull
her suitemate's exposed nipples.
Melissa thought the interlude was over when Jacqui's climax sent a
rush of feminine moisture into her sucking mouth. Jacqui's
statement when she'd recovered her breath dispelled that notion.
"You've been very pleasing and obedient tonight, Lissa. Because I'm in
a good mood, I'll reward you. Spread your legs." Melissa did her best
to comply, but her slip and skirt hampered her. "More than that, I
have to be able to reach your cunt." Anxiously, the freshman hiked
her skirt up her thighs and parted them until her knees nearly
touched the walls of the stall.
Jacqui, meanwhile, had rearranged her own clothing before
withdrawing a slim vibrator from her purse. Melissa, not recognizing
the instrument for what it was, felt curiously disappointed at the
size of the artificial cock. Still, her arousal increased as Jacqui
continued,
"You'll have to be quiet. Make a lot of noise, and somebody will want
to know what's going on, and I'll have to stop. I'm sure you wouldn't
want that." Jacqui knelt in front of her and reached between
Melissa's quivering legs.
At the older coed's quirked eyebrow, Melissa suddenly realized her
panties and slip were completely soaked, and the front panel of her
skirt was very damp. "That's the nice thing about dark colors," Jacqui
commented, "stains don't show. You've enjoyed tonight, haven't you?"
Melissa's attempt at a nod degenerated into a shudder as she felt the
cool plastic push around her underwear and into her grasping vagina.
Melissa was unable to stop the movement of her hips as she began to
slide back and forth on the slim stick. She began to moan as she felt
Jacqui fingering the shaft that penetrated her ass. She caught her
breath as the vibrator withdrew and Jacqui reprimanded her, "Sssh!
Now do you want me to continue, or not?"
Melissa focused her will on holding her voice to a whisper, as she
replied, "Oh please, Mistress Jacqueline. I'll be good, I promise.
Really quiet. Please let me come again."
The intrusion returned, moving in and out more quickly this time.
Melissa clenched her lip between her teeth as her swollen clitoris
was rolled between Jacqui's fingers, then the thrusting stopped.
Suddenly, sensation blasted through her as Jacqui switched on the
vibrator and pressed it to her clit. The low whirring of the electric
toy was undetectable over the rustling of clothing as Melissa
thrashed up and down before spasming. Her athletic thighs closed to
hold Jacqui's hand firmly in place until the orgasm subsided.
The young coed, temporarily satiated, opened her eyes to meet
Jacqui's approving look. She could taste the blood from where she'd
bitten her lip, but she'd held back the scream that had wanted to
force itself out of her. Melissa stood and smoothed her skirt back
into place while Jacqui licked the vibrator clean. With a smile, she
returned it to her purse. "Little slut, you taste delicious."
They exited the stall. Melissa held her head high as she ignored the
shocked glances of the other patrons. Jacqueline is pleased with me,
she makes me feel so good, the teen thought. I think I'm falling in
love with her. Can that be possible? My parents would be horrified,
they'd say it was perverted. But the look in her eyes when she looks
at me, it makes me as wet as when I'm fucking. I think maybe she
feels the same way about me.
Jacqui graciously opened the bathroom door for her, and Melissa took
the courtesy as another sign of favor. Side by side, they headed for
the front door. Gradually, the intense looks from other patrons and
Jacqui's wide smile penetrated the beautiful brunette's
introspection. Mentally tracking the stares, Melissa glanced down
and was horrified to see she had forgotten to adjust her top! The
lace trim lay where Jacqui had pushed it, three quarters of the way
down her bust. It contrasted vividly with her bra, and the exposed
inch-high band of midnight blue satin lace served only to draw the
eye to the prominent nipples jutting proudly from her exposed tits.
Her face flushed in a beet-red blush that spread to Melissa's breasts.
Even as she began to raise her hands to cover herself, Jacqui gripped
her arm in an unbreakable hold and commented casually, "Leave it.
Unless you want every guy in the place to see you like this, and not
just the few who aren't drunk yet. Just act normal and keep walking."
Melissa fixed her eyes firmly upon the door, and struggled
unobtrusively to speed their pace. The remaining fifty feet felt like
fifty miles and she was sure, Jacqui's assertions notwithstanding,
her tits were imprinted on the minds of every person in the club. Finally
she reached the sanctuary of the door and the dark night outside, but
still Jacqui refused to allow her to pull up the top.
Only when they reached the car did Jacqui turn her so they faced
each other, before lifting the top the minimum amount necessary to
cover Melissa's nipples. Jacqui looked into her eyes again before
speaking in a voice throaty with emotion. "I love your innocence,
Lissa. I love teaching you, and watching you master your lessons.
You're all that I could ask for."
To Melissa's surprise, Jacqui pulled her into a deep, lingering kiss
that turned the teen's legs to jelly. As their lithe bodies melted
together, Jacqui's tongue pushed into Melissa's mouth to caress her
own. Melissa wept tears of joy as they ran hands over each other's
bodies and threaded fingers through their mingled hair, her own tight
brunette curls contrasting with Jacqui's flowing, frosted bronze
tresses. Melissa began to rub her pubic mound against Jacqui's hip
and prayed the night would never end.
Chapter 4
The soothing sound of water running in the shower brought Melissa
to gradual wakefulness, and she lay quietly in her bed for several
minutes reviewing warm memories of the previous evening. Lazily,
she rolled onto her side and gazed at Janet's empty bed. What would
happen when her roommate returned? Janet considered all of them
her friends, but acceptance of the unusual (to say the least!)
relationship between herself and Jacqui would not come easily, if at
all. Hopefully Jacqui would know what to do; she'd hinted as much
yesterday.
When the shower cut off, Melissa decided she'd have to get up. She
could use a shower herself, and Jacqui had told her to be ready for a
morning run before it got too warm. The rest of the day was to be
spent reviewing her wardrobe. The young brunette climbed from
underneath the sheets and pulled her nightshirt over her head. Clad
only in collar and harness, she padded to the bathroom door and
opened it.
She'd been too quick; Anne was just exiting the shower after
toweling off. Gesturing Melissa forward, the petite Oriental
suddenly grabbed the collar and pulled her close before savagely
mauling Melissa's breast and biting the nipple. Melissa blinked back
tears, but her cry was muffled by the hand covering her mouth. Anne
released her and stepped back, a feral grin daring Melissa to call
Jacqui. A moment later, she turned and was gone.
Melissa rubbed her tit to soothe the pain, then realized Jacqui
wouldn't like it. She stepped into the shower and relaxed under the
spray while she tried to decide how to react. Was Anne acting on her
own initiative? Did she, Melissa, have a right to complain? If she
did, how would Jacqui respond? Finally she decided to play it by ear.
After working around the unfamiliar leather harness straps and
giving her bared mound a few strokes more with the washcloth than
strictly were necessary, Melissa shut off the water. Soon she was
dry, save for her damp hair wrapped in a towel. Gathering her
resolve, she entered Jacqui's room.
Apparently Anne had already departed, and Jacqui seemed lost in
thought as she blow-dried her hair. Melissa ventured a greeting:
"Good morning, Mistress Jacqueline."
Jacqui turned and flashed a warm smile before turning off the dryer.
"Good morning, Lissa. Is my nasty little girl ready for her new plug?"
Melissa nodded nervously.
Jacqui sat on the end of the bed and pulled the new rod from the
pocket of her robe. This one was about the size of her middle finger
and slightly thicker. "Come lie across my lap, slave," came the order.
Melissa climbed onto the bed and moved so she lay across Jacqui, one
leg sprawling to the floor to keep her from rolling off. She felt a
brief tug as the snap was unfastened, then Jacqui drew out the tiny
plug and sniffed it before setting it aside.
Soon Melissa felt her sphincter spreading as she was penetrated
again, more deeply than before, and a click confirmed her ass was
now firmly filled. Without warning, Jacqui began to spank her, hard.
Much as before, the blows inflamed her buttocks until she could no
longer hold back her tears. Then Jacqui's other hand found her cunt.
"Lissa, I'm disappointed in you. You aren't nearly wet enough." As the
spanking continued, a hard frigging inflamed her clitoris and Melissa
felt the tension building again in her body. When, inevitably, she
came, Melissa's leg gave out and she rolled to the floor.
The naked coed lay panting on the carpeting while Jacqui stepped
across her prone body and washed the previous day's artificial prick.
"Okay slave, enough lying around for today. Go get dressed. Be back in
15 minutes for our run." Melissa rose to her feet and left quickly,
aware she'd need most of that time to dry her own hair.
+++
Melissa knew, when she returned, her sweatsuit didn't meet with
Jacqui's approval. "I'm sorry, Mistress Jacqueline, this is all I have."
Jacqui sighed and picked up a pair of scissors.
"Don't apologize. Just stand there and don't twitch -- I wouldn't want
to have to find a replacement slave."
Melissa tried to minimize her shivers as Jacqui pulled off the sweat
jacket and simply cut the pants from her legs. The oversized T-shirt
was also sliced in half and removed.
A minute later, Melissa was clothed in only a sports bra, a pair of
her new panties, ankle socks and her Nikes. Discarding the scissors,
Jacqui pulled the scanty string bikini more firmly into place, then
tossed a new T-shirt to Melissa. When she pulled it on, she realized
it was small, nearly as tight across her breasts as the bra, and the
cropped bottom flapped several inches above her navel. Across the
front, in bold letters, was the word "SLUT."
Jacqui eyed the effect approvingly, then chided her again. "Lissa,
Lissa. You need to learn to obey instructions if you're to please me.
Wet. Wet! WET!" Melissa jumped at the final shout, and jumped again
as Jacqui pressed her hand against the panties and rolled the clitoris
between her fingers and the fabric. Melissa felt her loins heat again,
and soon the damp spot Jacqui was waiting for appeared on the pale
blue material. Jacqui reinforced the lesson with a few hard slaps to
her pupil's ass.
When Jacqui handed the next item to her, Melissa knew she must be
holding her new running shorts, but she couldn't decide how to don
the wraparound garment. "Mistress?"
Jacqui sighed again. "Watch closely, slave." The statuesque junior
doffed her robe and picked up a similar pair of shorts. Dangling them
in front of her like an apron, she tied two of the strings behind her,
then reached between her legs to draw the shorts around her like a
breech clout. The remaining ties looped around over her hips and tied
in front to secure the shorts.
Melissa carefully donned her own shorts. They felt very loose, and
her confidence was not improved when Jacqui instructed, "Make sure
you get the ties over your hips and *tight* if you don't want to flash
the other joggers!" By the time she was finished, Jacqui had
completed dressing and wore a cropped T-shirt identical to
Melissa's, except this one read "BITCH." Melissa admired her
mistress's body, realizing she herself was just as scantily clad,
while Jacqui tied back her hair.
Finally, to Melissa's surprise, Jacqui unlocked and removed the chain
from her throat. "Don't go getting ideas. I just don't want to have to
carry you back here after you knock yourself unconscious with this
lock flopping around. I'll have to find something better." Melissa
glided her hand across the base of her neck, missing the weight that
had grown so familiar over just the past day. The psychological
difference added a spring to her step as she headed out into the
morning sun.
Hopes of normalcy faded from Melissa's mind as she and Jacqui
jogged easily down the campus. Each stride jostled the prick buried
between her flexing buttocks, and the cool breeze wafting by her
slim midriff would never have penetrated her old exercise gear. The
frosh felt free and easy until her companion's route took them past
the other dorms. This was much worse than the anonymity of the
dance club. Melissa dropped her eyes, unable to meet the looks of her
fellow students and classmates. She knew the heat radiating through
her body was not due to her mild exertion.
Twenty minutes later they stopped for a breather beside the school's
athletic field. Both were slightly winded, and both knew not all of
the droplets beading the brunette's thighs were sweat. While the
women braced themselves against the chain link fence and
stretched, Jacqui openly sized up the football team practicing mid-
field for the evening's game. Melissa was caught up in memories of
childhood games, but Jacqui's crude comments drew her attention to
the athletes.
"Look at the buns on those guys. Wouldn't you love to sink your nails
into a couple of them while one of those studs nailed you? God, I get
wet just thinking about it." A juicy squishing sound drew Melissa's
attention to her side, where she found Jacqui had slid a hand through
the loose leg opening of her shorts and was masturbating her easily
accessible cunt. Jacqui met the pleading gaze with a wink; "Rank
hath its privileges. Maybe later, if you're good."
The two were surprised by the football that rolled up to crash
against the fence in front of them. It was followed closely by a
grinning receiver who hustled to retrieve the mis-thrown pass.
Melissa felt her mouth widen to form an "O;" the handsome black
hunk was built like a god.
Her eyes jumped back to his face at his unexpected greeting. "Yo,
bitch! Good to see you around again, who's the slut?" Melissa felt her
cheeks flame and belatedly realized he was referring to their shirts.
His smile turned to a leer, and he continued, "Not interrupting
anything, am I?"
Jacqui was still abusing herself, in front of this man! Melissa nearly
panicked; surely he'd tell someone, they'd be thrown in jail or
expelled -- what would she tell her parents? As the conversation
continued, some of the anxiety faded when it became evident the two
were acquainted.
"Yo yourself, Darryl. The slut's my very good friend Melissa. Lissa,
meet Darryl, world's greatest wide receiver. At least on this
campus."
The shy freshman managed a quiet, "Hello Darryl," but could not bring
herself to meet his eyes again.
"Any friend of Jacqui's is a friend of mine. Melissa, how about I run a
few into your end zone sometime soon?" There was a pause while
Melissa deciphered the meaning of this loaded phrase. She had barely
begun to gasp a response when Jacqui cut her off.
"Sorry my man, gotta win a few more in the regular season before
you get to the Super Bowl."
"Hey, I live for the sweet taste of victory."
"Yeah? Well it looks like your coach wants you back, but here's your
taste for today."
Melissa watched silently as Jacqui pulled her dripping fingers from
her shorts and thrust them through the fence. Darryl quickly sucked
them into his mouth. "Ah, victory!" he exclaimed.
As the black stud ran to rejoin his waiting teammates, Jacqui got in
the last word: "See you in the playoffs!"
Released from Darryl's penetrating gaze, Melissa found her voice
again. "Jacqui! I mean, Mistress Jacqueline! Did he really mean?..."
Jacqui giggled, something the naive teen wasn't expecting. "Lissa,
the man's cock is bigger than his ego. I'll never forget the playoff
party Anne and I threw last year." Melissa, to her immense surprise,
discovered she was envious of Anne. Her cunt creamed at the thought
of a gigantic black prick stuffing it. As usual, the domineering junior
read her thoughts perfectly and lifted Melissa's hopes with a quick
comment. "Don't worry, I can tell Darryl really likes you. Usually he
only promises the girls field goals."
Jacqui pushed their pace on the return trip, and finished with a fast
sprint which Melissa won by a narrow margin. Following a shared
laugh, Melissa turned for the dorm but pulled up when she realized
Jacqui wasn't beside her. Instead, the bronze-haired siren had taken
a few steps towards the cafeteria. "Come on, Lissa, let's get
something to eat before breakfast closes."
Melissa thought of the other patrons, and of her skimpy sweat-
soaked outfit, and her body, smelling of perspiration and sexual
secretions. The last thing in the world she wanted was to walk into
that building. Sensing the risks of outright refusal, she fastened on
the first objection that came to mind. "I left my meal card back in
the room."
Jacqui's eyes narrowed and the tone of her voice toughened. "You
know they'll let you in if you give 'em your student number. Do I have
to drag you in?"
That humiliation would be too much to bear. With a gulp, the
chastened freshman joined the cocky junior and they joined the other
students in the entrance line. Jacqui kept up a stream of
inconsequential conversation that forced Melissa to keep talking.
Melissa's terse replies faltered as she tried to close her ears to the
barrage of wolf whistles which greeted the pair as they left the
food line and entered the dining room.
Jacqui struck a dramatic pose, head up, breasts thrust out, weight
shifted to one side, as she slowly scanned the room. Melissa nearly
dropped her tray when Jacqui led her to a partially occupied table
where a number of Melissa's classmates were sitting. Jacqui was
already setting down her food and indicating a spot for Melissa when
the junior asked, "May we join you?"
The hush ended when Pamela Atwood, who partnered with Melissa in
their chemistry lab, greeted them. "Sure, Lissa. You're Lissa's
suitemate, ah, Jacqui, right?" Melissa was too strung out to notice
the reactions of the other diners at the table when Jacqui confirmed
the guess and introduced herself. Melissa now picked up the
conversation in an attempt to draw attention from their appearance.
The air of normalcy was fractured when Jacqui announced, "Oh, I love
these pancakes, don't you?" All eyes were on her as she used her
fingers to roll up one of the syrup-covered flapjacks and slowly push
the dripping tube through her pursed lips. Several of the women at
the table left when she began slowly licking the spilled syrup from
her fingers. Melissa slumped at her seat under their disdaining looks,
while the male contingent shifted in their seats.
Pam proved herself a friend and broke the tableau with a new
question. "I didn't realize you were a jogger, Lissa."
Melissa perked up with gratitude and responded. "Well yes, sort of. I
used to jog a lot at home, but it's a lot more fun with somebody, you
know? Janet's into aerobics, but I couldn't stand that, cooped up in a
room with no scenery. So I kinda vegged out, then Jacqui invited me
to run with her."
The talk continued in this vein for several minutes. Finally the men,
bored by the topic and having looked their fill at the women,
departed to shoot a few rounds of pool in the campus center. Pam
immediately changed the subject. "I just love your outfits. Where did
you get them? I never knew you had clothes like that, Lissa, wow!
Those guys are probably jacking off in the bathroom over the two of
you right now. I can't believe you went jogging dressed like that, I'd
die of embarrassment. But I'd love to wear something like that for
Jeff. He's my boyfriend, he'd just cream his jeans if he saw me
dressed like that."
Melissa forbore to admit how close to the mark those comments
were. "Oh, Jacqui found them. She knows where all the good stores
are." Melissa suddenly sat up as she felt Jacqui stroking her panty-
covered cunt under the table.
While Melissa remained speechless and tried to act normally, Jacqui
expanded on the reply. "Actually, I picked these up down at the mall.
When the weather's hot like this, I like the really light stuff -- it
breathes well and you can get so *wet* jogging, you know." Pamela
nodded in agreement, missing the point, and missing the whitening
of Melissa's fingers as they gripped her silverware.
"The shirts are custom, I mean the printing was done special. I just
get so tired of 'have a nice day,' 'I love Sullivan College,' that kind of
thing." And they're made of a special fabric, I forget the name, which
lets you tan even under the material. Teasingly, Jacqui added, "and
you have to admit, they match the look, right?" Her finger slowly
pushed the fabric of Melissa's panty into her dripping slit while the
aroused girl's clit pulsed as Jacqui's thumb continued to flick it.
Pam demurred with a laugh, "Maybe at first look. But Lissa's no slut,
and I don't think you're a bitch. Just a little liberated." Melissa
shuddered on the edge of an orgasm, but Jacqui's hand withdrew and
left her unsatisfied and breathing heavily. Pam asked, "Are you okay,
Lissa? You still look a little flushed."
The aroused brunette had to get out of the room. "No, I'm fine. Just
winded, I forgot how quickly you get out of shape when you stop
exercising. Hey, I need a shower in the worst way. See you in class
on Monday, right?" Melissa rose as Pamela said good-bye, and walked
quickly out of the room.
Chapter 5
The Salvation Army was going to make a killing. With Jacqui's
assistance, Melissa had sorted through her clothing. Jeans, pants,
and most of her shorts lay in the discard pile. Gone as well were her
old cotton panties, pantyhose and demure swimsuit, and some of her
bras. In their place, she had a new stock of bikinis like the pair
clinging wetly to her cunt and a few lacy half bras. She had the
garter belt and stockings for dressing up. A small selection of skirts
and dresses now hung in the closet, and Jacqui had hinted they'd be
joined by others "on special occasions." The scissors had been
working overtime altering a number of "marginal" casual outfits,
typically by lowering the neckline and cropping the arms and
bottoms.
As Melissa sat back after bagging the last of the rejects, she
realized the pressure in her ass had increased and was becoming
uncomfortable. "Uh, Mistress Jacqueline? I need to use the
bathroom."
Jacqui appeared to take this statement in stride and responded
matter-of-factly. "Drop your panties, and come stand in front of me.
That's right, now face away from me. Spread a bit more." Melissa
complied, and shivered as she felt the junior's hands gliding over her
buns. The harness was soon unfastened, and the straps slid down her
legs as the dildo was slowly drawn from her ass.
"Go ahead, Lissa. Then into my room afterward." Melissa ran to the
toilet and sighed with relief as her sphincter stretched again, this
time in the normal fashion. She ducked her head as Jacqui walked
through, taking a good look at the frosh in her embarrassing position.
The water was running in the sink outside; apparently Jacqui was
cleaning up again.
It was clear that was not the case when Melissa emerged from the
bathroom a few minutes later. A large water-filled bag hung from
the eyebolt at the head of the bed. A tube exited the bag and led to
the long nozzle in Jacqui's hand. "Come over here and lie down on
your stomach, Lissa. We want to get your nasty ass squeaky clean."
Oh God, Melissa thought. An enema. And Jacqui wasn't taking no for
an answer.
Soon Melissa's ass was filled again. This time, however, warm soapy
water began gushing into her bowels. Jacqui was lecturing again.
"It's not enough to teach your ass how to be loose. You need to
maintain that muscle control, to be able to grip and release when
you choose." Melissa felt as if she'd lost control of her own body
when the invading fingers coaxed more liquid from her cunt while the
spurting nozzle was shifted in and out.
Suddenly the flow cut off and the enema nozzle was withdrawn.
Melissa clamped down fiercely as she felt a trickle of water escape
and heard Jacqui's reprimand. "That's what we *don't* want. Now get
to your feet."
Melissa climbed gingerly to her feet and looked toward the
bathroom, but it appeared her escape was not to be so easy. Janet
had retrieved the slim vibrator from her purse and now turned it on
before sliding it into Melissa's oozing slit.
"You may now walk *slowly* to the bathroom, keeping your hands at
your sides. If you allow the vibrator to fall out, you must re-insert
it. If you spill another drop from your ass, you'll be licking it off the
floor."
It was *horrible*. Melissa started across the room with tiny
mincing steps. The vibrator had her shuddering on the edge of
orgasm; half-way to the door her control slipped, as did the vibrator.
She gasped for breath and looked down at it lying on the floor.
Jacqui shifted with impatience. "Don't just stand there -- pick it up
and get going again."
Carefully, ever so carefully, the frosh knelt to pick up the humming
instrument. Her buttocks flexed and a bead of moisture appeared
between them. She chewed on her lip and fought to clamp down on
the pressure while standing up as quickly as she dared. The relief
passed quickly as she pushed the vibrator back into herself, further
than Jacqui had inserted it.
Melissa's entire body was trembling with effort, but finally she
reached the toilet and was able to release the water. She sighed as
it rushed out of her into the bowl and luxuriated in the feel of the
battery-induced vibrations rippling through her slit.
+++
The now-cleaned brunette was again on her knees across Jacqui's lap
when the door opened and Anne walked in. Melissa looked up in
dismay and her heart nearly stopped when Anne stepped aside and
other students were clearly visible across the dorm courtyard. She
would be equally exposed if any of them chanced to look through the
open door. The rod thrust home in her ass and she gasped.
Jacqui saved her. "Anne, close that door now." With a lazy shrug that
evidently did not please her mistress, Anne complied and Melissa
was safe from discovery. That pleasure was slightly diminished
when Jacqui reattached the collar and padlock.
"You allowed the vibrator to fall out, slave, and you pushed it back
too deeply afterwards. I also saw a leak, although you did avoid
wetting the floor. You will need to be punished, but I believe we'll
attend to *your* disciplining a little later." Jacqui gave her a quick
slap on the buns and pushed her to her feet.
"Lissa, go get dressed. You, slut," meaning Anne, "over here. I think
it's past time to remind you why I don't approve of jeans. Although I
must admit they look good on you when they're so tight."
When Melissa returned, dressed in one of her ad-hoc off-the-
shoulder tops and a skirt, Anne was bent over the bed with her jeans
and underwear pulled down to expose her buttocks. The enema tube
was thrust between them. Melissa watched Jacqui collar Anne and
attach a cable to the collar while the bag slowly emptied. "Lissa, come
over here." Uncertain of what was being asked of her, she moved closer.
It seemed like Anne had taken much more water into her small frame
than Melissa had held before Jacqui relented and removed the nozzle.
The dominatrix then hoisted Anne to her feet and instructed Melissa,
"Hold her hands and balance her for me." As she grabbed the smaller
girl's wrists, Melissa saw the shame warring with concentration on
Anne's face. Jacqui pulled up Anne's panties, then raised and closed
her jeans as well, reaching around Anne's waist to fasten the
buttons and close the zipper.
Melissa was beginning to wonder how Anne would use the toilet
when Jacqui produced a traditional oval bike lock and looped it
through the front belt loops of Anne's jeans before clicking it home.
Anne wouldn't be able to get her jeans down! With a smile, Jacqui
picked up the loose end of the cable and marched to the bathroom. "If
you like your jeans so well, you can just live in them, slut." Once in
the bathroom, she attached the cable to the curtain rod in the
shower.
Her curiosity abated by disgust, Melissa started to turn away only to
be stopped by Jacqui's command. "No, you watch, Lissa. Anne's being
punished for violating the dress code. Think about it whenever you're
deciding what to wear." Melissa had no choice but to watch as Jacqui
leaned the Oriental against the shower wall and began to spank her.
Anne cried for mercy and began squirming in an effort to evade the
blows, but the spanking continued until she could no longer control
herself. She grunted as a rush of dirty water soaked her crotch and
ran down her legs, but managed to avoid a total loss of control.
Jacqui stepped back and Anne sank to the floor of the shower and
cried. "Serves her right, don't you think?" asked Jacqui.
Melissa couldn't think of a suitable answer and replied with a
question of her own as they returned to the bedroom. "Mistress
Jacqueline, when will you let her out?"
The reply convinced Melissa never, ever to go near a pair of jeans.
"Oh, she'll come out when she's ready to. I shoved the keys up her ass
before I gave her the enema. Of course, with jeans that tight it
might take her awhile to get them out, but that's life." Jacqui caught
sight of Anne's spilled purse on the bed while Melissa floundered.
She picked up the paper scrap on top. "Hey, you want pizza for dinner
tonight? Here's a coupon."
+++
Anne must have been starving; she re-entered the room, albeit
dripping and wrapped in a towel, just as the pizza arrived. Melissa
tried not consider if that was a result of flexibility or familiarity
with Jacqui's discipline -- certainly *she* couldn't couldn't have
escaped the fiendish confinement in the shower so quickly.
Her musings were quickly side-tracked by the aroma of tomato
sauce, cheese and pepperoni wafting from the door. The apparently
shameless Anne relayed the booty from the delivery boy and paid him
while Melissa angled for a good spot on the bed.
Jacqui had a distant look on her face, but when Anne joined them,
saying "Hey, I'm hungry! Let's eat while the pizza's still hot!" the
girls grabbed for the steaming slices without hesitation. It seemed
Jacqui's ministrations generated healthy appetites.
+++
Melissa awakened on Sunday morning with a sense of urgency. She smiled
and relaxed after she realized her subconscious was still used to
attending church, even after months at school. Probably she should
look around and join a local congregation, but it was nice to have
another morning to sleep in. Jacqui hadn't said anything about
jogging, so Melissa decided to just lie and enjoy the quiet awhile
longer.
Last night had been pretty crazy. They'd put on another porno tape
and watched it while devouring the pizza. After that, Jacqui had
pulled out quite a collection of dildos and vibrators and
demonstrated most of them for her. Melissa felt a warm glow as she
remembered the culmination of the evening, when Jacqui had
embraced her, exchanging wet kisses and delicate touches while
Anne sucked and fingered their dripping pussies. Jacqui had even
allowed her to come, a privilege denied to the out-of-grace
sophomore.
Languorously, Melissa pulled the hem of her sleep shirt to her waist.
Her panties had dried during the night, something Jacqui would
probably spank her for. If she got herself off, it would feel so good,
and Jacqui would never know. The sexy brunette slid a finger
underneath the pale pink lace and began to explore her slit. Melissa's
left hand crept up beneath the shirt to pluck her right nipple, which
quickly stiffened.
Her arousal increased and Melissa felt her hips lift from the
mattress when she inserted two fingers into herself. When she heard
Jacqui's voice, Melissa went limp and her hands flew to her side.
"Oh, Lissa. I'm very disappointed in you. You know I haven't given you
permission to play with yourself like that." The frosh looked over to
see Jacqui had been lying unnoticed on Janet's bed.
The older girl rolled to her feet and walked over to look down at the
embarrassed teen, who was trying to unobtrusively pull down the
bottom of her sleeping garment. "Obviously we'll need to go jogging
every day, you just have too much energy. Besides, it'll keep you in
shape. Let's go." Melissa was hauled to her feet and half dragged to
the other room.
Anne was tied spread-eagle on the bed with clamps adorning her
nipples and pubic lips. However, there was still room at the foot for
Jacqui to sit down and pull Melissa over her lap. The freshman did
not resist as a new dildo the size of a small cigar replaced the
previous day's butt plug. Again, she was masturbated to the point of
orgasm while Jacqui spanked her reddened buttocks, then rolled to
the floor before obtaining relief. "Now go get dressed, I expect you
can do it yourself this time. Five minutes, slave."
Melissa blinked back tears of pain and did as she was told. She chose
the least objectionable of the sanctioned shirts, a pink crop top with
"Sex Vixen" in purple, and donned the running shorts. When she sat on
the bed to tie her shoes, the butt plug shifted inside her; it was
noticeably longer than the others and was causing some minor
discomfort. Melissa walked back next door and found Jacqui ready.
The dominatrix leaned over the bed and removed the clamps from
Anne's squirming body. After a moment's consideration, she spoke.
"Lissa, you've been a bad girl this morning, and I think Anne needs a
reward for her service last night. Let's see if you remember your
lessons. Eat her!"
Melissa moved reluctantly to the bed and looked at the bared mound
before her. Anne's lips were inflamed where the clamps had been
attached, but Melissa was surprised to see the Oriental's petite
vulva was very wet. She extended her tongue to probe the crevice and
tasted the tangy juices she remembered from her initiation. More
energetically, Melissa began lapping up the secretions and sucking
the exposed clitoris while cupping Anne's buns in her hands. The body
beneath her thrashed and soon Anne's shuddering cries announced her
climax.
Jacqui pulled Melissa back before releasing Anne's hands. "Okay,
Anne, I hope you've learned something. Both of you now, on your best
behavior. We don't know when Janet's coming back. Melissa, let's go."
The two left on what would soon become their customary exercise
circuit.
+++
Melissa was breathing heavily again, this time as a result of simple
physical exertion rather than arousal, by the time they returned to
the dorm. She crossed through the bathroom to her own room, trying
to push her hair out of her face again, only to stop short as she
realized Janet was there. "Janet! You're back early."
Janet simply stared at her. So did the man sitting on the bed. "Hello,
I'm Todd Mueller, Janet's brother. Janet's told me a lot about you." He
had the most curious expression on his face, Melissa decided.
"Todd. I'm really glad to meet you. Um, sorry about the clothes, I
wasn't planning on entertaining." Melissa glanced in Janet's
direction, and saw she'd have some explaining to do later. It was
much easier to face Todd's approving smile. When his gaze shifted,
she knew Jacqui had joined them.
"Well hello there, stud. Janet never told us there were any at home
like you. I'm Jacqui Barry, and you can drive *me* home anytime."
Jacqui surreptitiously squeezed Melissa's right cheek as she pushed
further into the room.
Apparently it was more than Todd was prepared for. They traded a
few more inconsequential comments, but then it was time for good-
byes and he was gone. Jacqui broke the ensuing silence.
"Welcome back. How was your trip?"
Janet flopped back on her bed. "Oh, not so great. I broke up with
Franklin." Then she gave into her curiosity. "But forget about my trip.
What happened here? Lissa, my God, you actually went out in
*public* dressed like that? What have you been doing since I left?"
Melissa struggled to come up with an acceptable answer. "Well, we
went jogging, and..." Jacqui cut in with a more polished
rationalization.
"And shopping. Come on Janet, we've all been working on Lissa to try
out some new outfits. Her birthday seemed like a good excuse to
start. So we did the casual stuff, I've got a good eye for that. I think
you'll have to take her out yourself and find her some nice outfits,
we didn't have much luck there."
The junior's conviction appeared sufficient to placate Janet.. "It's
just you surprised me so much. You walked in and I thought maybe I'd
stopped in a brothel by mistake." Neither of the joggers saw fit to
correct this impression. "Well, it's good to be back. So what's new
besides the jogging and the clothing?" The resulting answers bore
only a passing resemblance to the truth.
Chapter 6
The following week passed quickly as the four women plunged back
into their studies. Melissa fell into a familiar routine; each morning
she would wake early and head into the bathroom while Janet
continued to sleep. Her ass would be stretched by a new plug;
although the length of the rods had stabilized at about six inches,
the diameter was increasing steadily. The spanking and masturbation
inevitably followed, after which Melissa and Jacqui would jog a
five-mile course. They would then shower together, with the junior
further exciting her. Melissa would be dressed by the time Janet
finally roused herself.
Classes would occupy her time until mid-afternoon. At five, Janet
customarily departed to attend an aerobics workout before dinner.
Melissa used this time to release the harness and cleanse herself
with an enema administered by Jacqui, followed by muscular control
training. Evenings were spent studying or watching television.
Melissa had always been shy, so it was not difficult to avoid
changing into her sleeping shirt where Janet might be able to see the
incriminating harness or her bared, swollen sex.
Indeed, Melissa increasingly found herself already wet as she bent
over Jacqui's lap, and grew accustomed to the stinging of her
buttocks after the spankings. She also discovered additional
incentives for academic excellence when Jacqui brought her to
multiple screaming orgasms one afternoon after Melissa aced a
midterm examination.
Melissa overheard many whispers from other students as they shared
gossip about Jacqui, Anne and herself that was a pale imitation of
the reality she knew. Never having had many friends, Melissa didn't
mind the isolation that increased until Pamela Atwood was the only
person outside of her suitemates who regularly spent time with her.
+++
Friday night at dinner the foursome planned their weekend. Melissa
had finally agreed to her suitemates' demands that she "do
something" with her hair and scheduled an appointment at a salon
Jacqui recommended. They agreed the remainder of Saturday would
be spent shopping for "real" clothes at the Galleria.
+++
Melissa was awakened unexpectedly by Anne late that night. Her mind
engaged slowly as she heard the junior's low whisper in her ear.
"Sssh. Mistress Jacqueline wants you next door now. Go quietly, don't
wake Janet. Do you understand?"
She nodded, then rose silently and padded through the bathroom,
trying not to trip over anything. Melissa heard Anne close the
bathroom door behind her. She moved carefully through the darkened
room until her shins bumped the edge of the bed. "I'm here, Mistress
Jacqueline." There was no answer, so Melissa repeated herself, more
loudly.
Finally, Jacqui answered, groggily. "What are you doing here, Lissa?"
"Anne told me you sent her to fetch me." The lamp snapped on over
the bed, and Melissa squinted to protect her eyes from the light. She
could hear Jacqui, who had obviously been asleep, sitting up.
"I did no such thing. Anne..." They realized almost simultaneously
that Anne was not in the room with them. Jacqui padded past her to
the bathroom door, muttering under her breath, and almost wrenched
her arm when the door did not open as expected.
"Shit, she's locked the door. What did she say to you, Lissa?"
Melissa was beginning to get a bad feeling about the situation as she
replied, "Just that you wanted me right away, and to go quietly so I
wouldn't wake Janet." She gasped at the thought and met Jacqui's
concerned look with one of her own. At that moment, Janet's muffled
scream sounded through the door.
Jacqui pulled again at the door in frustration.. "Damn her! It looks
like Anne's been making plans for Janet. I don't suppose you have
your room key with you?"
Melissa remembered the look she'd seen in Anne's face, and felt fear
for her friend's sake. "No. What do you mean, 'plans?'"
The reply was not at all reassuring. "That little bitch has been
waiting all summer to move up the food chain. She's been real
disappointed I've kept you mostly to myself. Now it looks like she
couldn't wait for us to introduce Janet to our games." Jacqui started
pacing. "Frankly, I'm worried for Janet. I don't think Anne has my
patience or finesse." Melissa was appalled -- her own initiation had
not been subtle and she hardly wanted to think about what could be
worse.
They could hear more shouting and pounding coming from the next
room. Melissa was now desperate with worry. "Isn't there anything
you can do? Can't we call campus security?"
Jacqui laughed sourly. "Sorry, we didn't pick these rooms by
accident; they're pretty isolated. Both doors are locked. Nobody'll
show up if we don't call, and I don't think we could stand the
scrutiny if security did show. Damn! That slant-eyed bitch has had it
when I get my hands on her!"
Melissa had a sudden brainstorm. "The door! We can take it off the
hinges!" Jacqui glanced at her with surprised approval as the
freshman shouted, "A screwdriver! Where's a screwdriver?" Jacqui
dug through her desk, noting the absence of a number of her toys.
Finally she came up with a large flat-blade screwdriver.
The two could hear Janet crying, "You bitch! You bitch!" as they set to
work on the door. Melissa went wild with frustration as she realized
that up close she couldn't see well enough to get the blade in the
slot below the top of the hinge pin. Her glasses sat beside her bed in
the next room.
Jacqui attempted to calm her as she continued working alone. "Sssh,
Lissa, calm down. It'll be okay, it shouldn't take too long to get in.
Hey, grab the hammer out of the toolbox, would you?"
Soon the screwdriver, driven by the hammer, had pushed the two pins
well up. Each coed began wrestling a pin the remainder of the way
out. When Melissa finally pulled the last pin completely free, she
jumped back, but was disappointed when the door remained in place.
"Damn door," Jacqui cursed, and began levering at the edge of the
door with the screwdriver, ignoring the marred wood and jam. In a
minute there was sufficient clearance for fingers.
Both girls grabbed the door and pulled; it suddenly came free with a
crackle of splinters as the deadbolt broke out of the door under the
pressure. They dropped it, not watching to see it land against the
bed, and Melissa leaped into the bathroom. She nearly brained herself
when the knob of the opposite door spun without releasing the latch
and she slammed into the door. It was ominously quiet on the other
side of the partition. Melissa looked in vain for the hinges; they were
hidden on the opposite side, and inaccessible. "Janet! Janet! Hang on,
we're coming!"
"Come on Lissa, don't lose it now. We're on a roll, now just step
aside." She pressed into the shower to make room for Jacqui, who
advanced to the door and tried the knob herself. Anne had been
borrowing her tricks, the junior thought as she studied the door.
They never would have made it this far if Melissa hadn't thought of
the hinges. Well, this wouldn't hold up long. The knob came off in her
hand when she yanked hard; she tossed it to the floor behind her. A
swift jab with the screwdriver poked out the handle on the other
side.
Carefully, Jacqui reached into the hole and pulled back the latch
manually. The door opened easily when she leaned against it, then
continued swinging until it stood wide open. Side by side in their
shared eagerness to enter, Jacqui and Melissa pushed through the
doorway into room 301.
Melissa was outraged as she took in the sight of the struggling
bodies lying atop her bed. Anne had Janet pinned beneath her and
appeared to be thrusting herself against the writhing freshman. The
brunette tripped over a bag sitting on the floor by the door and fell
behind Jacqui, who strode forward and roughly pulled the Oriental up
before throwing her to the other bed. As the bodies came apart,
Melissa caught sight of the gigantic cock that came free of Anne's
cunt but remained thrust into Janet's pubic patch.
Crying herself, she pulled the evil instrument free and dropped it to
the floor. Over two thirds of its length had been planted in Janet's
vagina, and blood tinted its shining length. Melissa gathered her
shuddering roommate into her arms and began rocking her lightly,
whispering, "Sssh, Janet, it's okay now." Janet leaned into the
comforting embrace, then started to chew on Melissa's breast
through the thin nightshirt while her arms came up to trap the
surprised brunette. "Janet, no! What are you doing?"
Anne gleefully responded to the question from across the room.
"She's a slut now, just like the rest of us. Doesn't it feel good to
make love to your roommate, Lissa? I know Janet has a craving for
you. Of course, right now she's got a craving for everyone! Did I do a
good job, Mistress Jacqueline? Isn't she a good slave? Better than
Lissa, don't you think?"
Melissa broke loose and backpedaled to the sink. Leaning against it,
Janet's true condition finally became apparent. The heavy breasts
with their wide areolae, sagging only slightly, she'd seen glimpses of
before. But the huge nipples had never been poking out like this. Even
as she watched, Janet began working herself with a hand. The dark
fur between her legs was nearly lathered with the moisture running
through it. And Melissa saw that her roommate's tears had
distracted her from the curious vacancy of her face.
Overcome with fury, Jacqui snatched the dripping dildo from the
floor and pushed Anne back onto her face. "You've overstepped your
bounds this time, slut." Wielding the rubber appliance like a thick
whip, she began brutally lashing the Oriental's ass, back, and thighs.
Janet slowly focused on the whip, and began staggering forward.
Melissa's heart sank as she heard her roommate moan, "Fuck me. Oh,
fuck me good. I've got such an itch." Jacqui heard, too, and stopped
the beating.
"Lissa, I don't know what's going on -- yet -- but it looks to me like
Janet's been drugged. I'm taking this shit next door. You keep Janet
here, calm her down, but mostly stay in control. I don't think she has
any. Do whatever it takes, understand?"
Melissa nodded slowly. "Go on. I can handle it." She'd fantasized about
being with Janet, once or twice, but not like this. Reluctantly,
Melissa moved to intercept Janet as Jacqui dragged Anne from the
room and closed the bathroom door behind her. Good, Melissa figured,
Janet was probably too spaced to be able to open the door by herself.
That thought was quickly forgotten as Janet, with a power that
surprised her, forcefully pulled her down until a long pink nipple was
poking Melissa in the face.
Not quite against her will, Melissa responded to the familiar
stimulus and parted her lips to suck the breast into her warm mouth.
Janet's jerks and urgent moans soon engendered a similar response
from Melissa, who felt her panties dampening. Soon Janet spasmed
and dropped back onto the bed as her legs lost their tension. Melissa
wasted no time in stripping her underwear to the floor and pulling
the sleep shirt over her head. She couldn't tell from Janet's look if
her friend even noticed her nakedness, her bared cunt, or the leather
straps which framed it.
When Janet resumed her chant, moaning "Fuck me, fuck me," and
started struggling to her feet, Melissa realized she could be in for a
long night. She pushed Janet back onto the bed, then knelt between
her thighs and started licking while her hands returned to those
unbelievable tits. The body beneath her bucked violently and Melissa
thought she was going to drown in the come pouring from the
inflamed pussy. Almost absently, she decided she much preferred
eating a bald cunt.
That thought turned her attention to her own aching twat. Rising
quickly, she turned and lowered herself over Janet's face. She'd
never been eaten, and it didn't look like Janet would mind. Melissa
spread her knees until her slit pressed onto Janet's mouth, then
lowered her head and resumed her own feast. The flexible tongue
that traced her lips before probing her vulva excited Melissa as no
cock or dildo had. Her hips rotated and she ground herself onto
Janet's face when soft lips encircled her clit and started sucking.
Soon both women were lost in their orgasms.
This night Janet was insatiable. She and Melissa had climaxed
repeatedly, and still the spaced-out freshman dripped and cried out
for a fucking. At her wit's end, Melissa looked up and noticed the bag
of sex toys that had spilled onto the floor when she'd tripped over it
earlier. Among the other objects, she recognized the vibrator Jacqui
had introduced her to a week ago. Melissa climbed off Janet and
walked to the door to retrieve the prize.
After a moment's thought, she detoured to turn out the light burning
by Janet's empty bed. Melissa climbed into her own bed, and grabbed
Janet before she could escape. It took her a minute to activate the
vibrator, a task complicated by the need to restrain her roommate's
squirming body, but soon the small device was buzzing. Melissa
positioned herself so both girls were on their sides, with Janet in
front, then firmly pulled the sleek bodies together. One hand, trapped
beneath Janet's body, held her tight and caressed a tight breast. The
other trailed over their hips to work the vibrator into the blonde's
hungry pussy.
Moonlight fell across the soft curves of the two women, one quiet
and contained, the other still moving restlessly. Some time later,
the vibrator fell free to lie humming on the sheets. Janet continued
twitching for a longer time, restrained by Melissa's reflexive grip,
but eventually subsided. Finally, both of the exhausted coeds fell
into a deep sleep. The vibrator's buzzing dimmed as its batteries
discharged, and at last the room was quiet.
Chapter 7
Melissa awakened when she felt Janet push her arm aside and pull
away. Judging by the sun streaming in the window, it was well into
mid-morning, but Melissa still felt tired. Drowsily, she rubbed her
eyes and watched Janet cover herself with a flannel robe and
stagger to the sink. Apparently the blonde wasn't feeling well, for
she popped a couple aspirin before sitting on the end of her bed and
cradling her head in both hands.
"I think I'm going to be sick. God, it was so disgusting. I'm so
ashamed." Janet started to weep, prompting Melissa to rise and go to
her to offer consolation. A bloodshot stare stopped the brunette
halfway there. "It's true, isn't it, what Anne said last night. Look at
yourself, Lissa, you're as sick as they are! How *could* you? I
thought you were my friend!" The crying intensified into heaving
sobs of shame and betrayal.
Melissa realized her taut body was fully on display, including the
damning evidence of her missing bush and the kinky harness. She
managed a faint blush. Her nightshirt lay on the floor beside her
where it had dropped the previous night, so she quickly pulled it on.
"Janet, no! I *am* your friend! Jacqui and I had nothing to do with
last night! Look! We had to break through both bathroom doors to get
in. Jacqui hauled Anne off, I had to stay with you. You were out of
control, you needed me." Melissa sat beside her distraught roommate
and gingerly hugged her. "Everything will be okay now."
Janet pulled away, but remained on the bed. "Don't touch me! Just
leave me alone. Go away, go play your sex games with your pervert
friends." After a pause, she continued, "Oh, God, I feel so unclean. I
couldn't help myself, I *wanted* it. What's *wrong* with me?"
Swallowing a curse borne of frustration, Melissa laid her hands in
her lap and continued to talk soothingly. "Okay, I won't touch you. I'll
just sit here beside you. Janet, listen, *it wasn't your fault*. Anne
drugged you. Anybody would have done what you did, there's no need
to be ashamed." She resisted the temptation to add that, at the end,
she'd enjoyed the feel of Janet's body clasped against her own; that
would *not* be a useful comment at this point.
Gradually Janet quieted, calmed by Melissa's supportive presence in
spite of the words she'd spoken a few minutes earlier. Eventually
she turned her head to look at Melissa. "I'm sorry, Lissa. Thanks for
helping. I just feel so strange still. Was it like this for you, last
weekend? I was stupid not to have seen it right when I returned. Why
haven't you called the police?"
Melissa replied carefully. "Sort of. No drugs, just a few extra shots
of Scotch. I had a really bad hangover the next morning." She could
not avoid a deep blush as she considered how to answer the second
question. "Jacqui's different. She makes me feel good; no, more than
that, even when she hurts me. And sometimes..." Her voiced trailed
off uncertainly before she concluded, "I like being with Jacqui, doing
things with her." Melissa couldn't meet Janet's eyes.
Janet couldn't believe her ears. "She orders you around like a slave,
makes you go out in public practically naked, beats you like she did
Anne last night, and you *like* it? Lissa, I thought I knew you. How
could you have changed so much?"
Melissa felt horribly embarrassed discussing this with Janet, but
again fluid was beginning to leak from her slit. She tried again to
explain. "No, it's not like that. I've never seen her so upset, I think
she was worried about you too. Jacqui's never really hurt me, lots of
times she's so gentle it's like I'm a baby. But she makes me do
things, things I wouldn't have the courage to do myself, and it's so
exciting, I could almost burst."
It was clear Janet was unconvinced, but she offered a truce anyway.
"Look, just don't get me involved in any of your games. We're still
roommates, we can try to still be friends." Her voice tightened with
emotion and she continued, "But tell *your* friends to keep their
distance. And if Anne ever sets a foot inside this room again, or I
think you're being hurt, I'll call the police faster than you can say '9-
1-1'. Got it?"
Both of them jumped at the knock on the bathroom door that sounded
immediately following Janet's ultimatum. Melissa grinned when she
heard Jacqui's voice proclaiming, "Jacqui's home repair. I hear you
need some work done. May I come in?"
Janet drew her robe more tightly around herself, but nodded at
Melissa's inquiring look. The brunette answered for them. "Come on
in, Mistress Jacqueline." That earned her another sharp look from
Janet.
Jacqui tripped the latch and entered. She was dressed for her
morning run, and the sweat marks indicated she'd gone out already.
As usual, she came directly to her point. "Good morning, sleepyheads.
Doing okay, Janet? You look like shit."
Melissa winced, but Janet responded calmly. "I feel that way too, but
it's getting a little better. I took some aspirin, and Lissa's been
talking to me."
Melissa could tell Jacqui was wondering about the results of that
conversation. That curiosity was somewhat satisfied by Janet's next
statement. "Lissa's told me everything. I know it wasn't your fault.
And I'll keep quiet for now, for her sake and my own. But if you or
Anne try to push me around, I'll blow the whistle and you'll spend the
rest of your life rotting in prison. *Mistress Jacqueline*."
This was as good as Jacqui had dared to hope for, Melissa realized
from the relief that crossed the junior's expression. "'Jacqui' is fine.
Thank you, Janet. I won't abuse your trust," she replied. Her sardonic
humor reasserted itself. "Now I think your room could stand a little
housekeeping service. You two are such slobs, just look at the place."
All three began sorting the debris scattered on the floor. Soon Jacqui
was reassembling the bathroom door hardware while Melissa
collected the sex toys Anne had left behind the previous night. Janet
couldn't bring herself to handle the dildos, and settled on a search
for the phone cord. In surprisingly little time, the room had returned
to its usual condition, although the scent of feminine excitement
still filled the air.
Melissa had just added the discharged vibrator from her bed to the
bag of dildos when Jacqui recalled her mind to their forgotten
morning ritual. "Janet, if you don't mind, I need to see Lissa next
door."
The answer surprised all of them. "You're going to do it to her, aren't
you? Stay here. I want to see it."
Melissa couldn't think of a thing to say; Jacqui raised an eyebrow and
departed with an "I'll be right back, then."
After a struggle, Melissa found her voice, although it was weak.
"Janet, are you sure about this? You said you didn't want to have
anything to do with her." Also, Melissa didn't think she wanted her
roommate to be watching while she submitted to Jacqui's
ministrations.
"You said you liked it, that she doesn't hurt you. I just want to be
sure. It can't be worse than last night."
Before Melissa could attempt a rebuttal, Jacqui had returned. Taking
on the air of a professor lecturing a class, Jacqui began a
commentary for Janet, interspersed with a few commands. "Lissa,
take off your shirt, we're all friends here." Melissa felt like her
entire body was blushing as she bared herself for their inspection.
"Now that she isn't hiding it, you'll see Lissa has a fine body. Great
tits and a hard ass, not that we won't tighten it up a bit more with
the jogging. We've removed the hair around her cunt to make it easier
to tell what her body's 'thinking.' -- a little stubble, about time for a
cleanup job, though. See, the lips have spread open a bit, Lissa knows
what to expect, although she isn't really excited yet. We've been
working on that, too. Okay, Lissa, turn around."
Melissa faced away from Janet's unreadable expression, and Jacqui
resumed. "Fine, now spread your cheeks. Good. You have to
understand, Janet, she really likes taking things up the ass, but it
was a bit painful for her. So we're working on limbering it up. The
harness holds a cock like this one inside her butt, gets the old
muscles used to stretching. She gets a new one each day, bigger than
before. See, here's the one we'll use next; this snap here attaches to
the strap, and the flare at the base here keeps it from going up
inside her; that *would* be uncomfortable. Would you like to hold
this?"
With her face still turned away, Melissa couldn't interpret Janet's
soft, monotone "No." Being displayed like this for Janet was
definitely stimulating her; the lithe brunette could feel her nipples
hardening and knew her pussy lips were spreading wider. She turned
around at Jacqui's call and found her mistress seated on the bed as
usual, while Janet stood in the corner near the door.
"Lie down here Lissa, that's a good girl. Why don't you move over
here, Janet? I'm sure you can't see a thing from where you are."
Slowly, Janet slid along the wall until she stood near the sink,
pulling her robe more tightly about her. "Okay, now we take out
yesterday's plug." Melissa felt her hips rise involuntarily at the
delicious sensation as the intruder was slowly drawn from her
sucking rectum, but Jacqui's hand planted on the small of her back
held her in place.
"Notice we're working on width now instead of length. I think Lissa
could take a longer cock, but sometimes it can be uncomfortable if
you're walking or sitting, and she wears these all day. Besides, her
sphincter is what we're conditioning."
Janet interjected with a question that betrayed her curiosity. "How
does she use the toilet with that thing in her?"
Melissa thought she'd die when she understood Jacqui's response.
"Oh, she gets an enema. You know what that is, right? Usually on
afternoons when you're in aerobics, but I'm sure we both would be
happy to pick a different time if you'd like to watch."
Luckily, Janet didn't seem to be interested. "How gross, that's really
disgusting. Thanks, but no thanks."
When Jacqui began inserting the new dildo, Melissa kept her head
turned away from her roommate. How would Janet feel, seeing
Melissa's body react as her own had last night, but without the
benefit of drugs? Jacqui, naturally, didn't allow the reaction to go
unnoticed. "Here goes the new plug." It slid slowly forward,
occasionally stopping and retreating slightly before continuing.
"Look, Janet, you can tell she likes it -- watch her pushing back
when I pull it out a bit."
Melissa was breathing heavily by the time the dildo had completely
filled her anus and been snapped in place. She tightened her buttocks
in anticipation of the slaps that soon would be striking home. "Now a
good spanking to finish things up. This won't be anything like what
Anne got last night, I'll just be using my hand. Lissa really likes
this."
The blows began falling, and only the lightest touch of Jacqui's
fingers on her clitoris was needed before Melissa was pumping her
ass up and down in time with the spanking. Losing control, she began
moaning and felt the involuntary tears appear in her eyes.
Janet, who had moved so as to be able to watch Melissa's face, noted
them and objected. "Jacqui, stop it! You're hurting Lissa, can't you
hear her crying?"
Jacqui laughed and kept pounding away. "Of course, but she loves it.
Tell her, Lissa. Tell Janet how much you like being spanked."
The heat rose in Melissa's face and loins as she looked up into the
eyes of her concerned roommate. Her speech was broken by the
grunts accompanying each blow. "Janet... It's okay... I feel... so... hot...
I'm... going to... come!"
A final stroke accompanied by a thrust up her cunt send Melissa over
the edge into a gigantic orgasm made all the more overpowering by
its unexpectedness. She had expected Jacqui to stop short of release.
As her eyes rolled up in her head, Melissa's last sight was of Janet
whirling away from the charged scene.
After Melissa had recovered sufficiently to stand on her own, Jacqui
prepared to depart. "Here she is, Janet, good as new. Lissa, don't
worry about making up the run this morning. You both should get
cleaned up, and we can make that shopping trip right after lunch."
Melissa answered "Yes" for them both, since it appeared Janet was
thrown off by the rapid change in subject. In truth, both of the
freshmen had forgotten the plans they'd made over dinner the
previous evening.
Janet slowly turned to look at the sated brunette. Melissa's
quivering nipples and the feminine discharge wetting her thighs provided
ample evidence to support Jacqui's claims. "You're sure you're all
right, Lissa?"
A long sigh prefaced the answer, "She makes me come so hard, it
just takes awhile to catch my breath. I'm okay, are you? You didn't
have to watch that, you know."
"I know. I just wanted to know for sure." Janet's mood had improved
enough for her to joke a bit. "You know, you should be one of the
subjects in my psychology lab. Great, what would my parents think if
they knew I was rooming with a masochistic lesbian? Why don't you
shower first? You're already undressed." Melissa nodded her
agreement and moved into the bathroom, to find Jacqui waiting for
her there.
+++
Melissa's determined good spirits finally communicated themselves
to her companions as the shopping expedition got underway. The
three coeds munched on fries from the local drive-through and
chattered about what they should be looking for while the red
Mustang raced toward the Galleria. By the time they were cruising
the parking lot, Melissa had also convinced Janet and Jacqui they
should look for Halloween costumes as well. The holiday fell on the
following Saturday and they would not have another good opportunity
to prepare for it.
The first stop, however, was the salon. Melissa was soon seated and
endured intense scrutiny from her companions and the stylist. The
decisions were made for her; "More modern, yes?" "Shorter, easier to
take care of." "Yes, something elegant, she has such a long neck, it's
a shame to hide it." "Ah, perhaps like this? We have only to sharpen
the effect then, perhaps a little more curl." It sounded like the
change would be dramatic, whatever it was; Melissa could not
remember the last time her hair hadn't reached well down her back
-- when it wasn't tangled or flying about.
Strands of dark hair drifted to Melissa's lap and the floor around her.
Soon she could feel air wafting against the back of her neck, which
was now bared. Janet and Jacqui wore grins but refused to let
Melissa get a view of herself in the mirrors. The discarded strands
were brushed away while she received a thorough shampooing and a
perm. Finally, her hair was carefully dried and the job was
pronounced done. Laughing, the other two hustled Melissa out of the
salon before she could catch more than a glimpse of herself. She
resigned herself to ignorance, deciding it couldn't be too bad if both
Janet and Jacqui liked it, and they addressed themselves to the hunt
for clothes.
The resulting free-spirited conversation surely confused the hapless
sales clerks. Considerations of suit styling and fabric combined
haphazardly with bizarre suggestions for comically improbable party
outfits. Janet had nearly regained her normal equilibrium, but could
not miss the intense looks passing between Melissa and Jacqui as
their progress took them into the dressing rooms.
Melissa enjoyed being the center of attention. She wasn't really sure
what use she'd have for a business suit, but the shopping was fun and
her two friends seemed to be getting along. Jacqui remained on her
best behavior in front of Janet and kept her hands to herself. Still,
the young brunette could not help becoming slightly aroused as she
paraded, nearly naked, before them between costume changes. Her
panties were damp by the time the trio had finished making their
selections.
Their final stop was in the ladies' department at Nordstrom. After
mutual consultation, Melissa tried on a very elegant gray pinstripe
outfit. The double-breasted suit jacket had a sharply darted waist,
caught in a single pleat behind, and padded shoulders that
emphasized the long lapels crossing well below her bust line. Jacqui
successfully convinced Janet they should go with the shorter skirt,
which came barely halfway to Melissa's knees. A slit in back rose
several inches to provide sufficient freedom of movement for her
long legs.
Both Janet and Jacqui pronounced themselves extremely satisfied
with the result, so Melissa knew the effect would be something
special. Even so, she could not believe she was seeing herself when
she turned to look, finally, in a mirror. Her 'fashion consultants'
teased her gently when they caught sight of her awe-struck
expression.
Melissa ignored them and stared at the knockout beauty looking back
from the mirror. Gee, she thought, if only my high school friends
could see me now... Her frizzy, chaotic tresses had been tamed into
disciplined curls that ended high up her neck and framed her face
beautifully. The suit was basically conservative but drew the eye to
the swell of her breasts, her trim waist, the curve of her hips, and
the lean lines of her graceful neck and muscular legs. This woman
would not have looked out of place in "Vogue."
While Melissa stood nervously in the fitting area and hoped the clerk
measuring the suit for alterations wouldn't smell her arousal, Janet
and Jacqui disappeared. By the time the fitting was completed, they
had returned with additional booty. Janet had located a marvelous
dusky rose blouse that would perfectly complement the colors in the
suit. Jacqui, bless her sick little mind, had found a pair of sexy
patterned hose that had little red roses embroidered in back just
above the heels. Janet frowned slightly when she read the package
and noted the hose would require either garters or a garter belt, but
held her silence.
Melissa held her breath at the final price on the register, but Jacqui
handed the clerk her own card without hesitation. "My treat. Every
girl should own at least one nice suit, you never know when you
might need it. Happy birthday, Lissa."
She was flying high as a kite when they left the store, and Janet had
to steer Melissa into the restaurant after Jacqui. There, they began a
more serious discussion of their Halloween plans over a set of rich
milkshakes.
A sudden exclamation from Jacqui snapped Melissa back from her
idle fantasies. "That's it! We can be Orion slave girls!"
Janet, who had been offering suggestions more along the lines of
astronauts, or perhaps costumes from "Cats," was nonplused.
"Jacqui, can't you leave this domination thing alone for a bit?"
Since it appeared her roommate hadn't recognized the reference to
the TV series, Melissa tried to clarify the suggestion, which she
considered interesting but improbable. "No, Janet, they're dancing
girls from Star Trek. They're all green, like the Jolly Green Giant."
Janet relaxed, apparently deciding that anything wholesome enough
to make it on television in the 60's couldn't be that bad. Melissa
decided to air her own objections. "How in the world would you get
the green color? You and Janet have the wrong color hair, anyway."
Jacqui remained undeterred. "No problem, we just get green body
paint, like they did for the series. And it would be easy to dye our
hair. Best part is, we'd really stand out and make an impression.
That's what I like about the idea, it's different."
Clearly Janet didn't share this opinion. "Count me out. There's no way
I'm going to paint myself green and dye my hair black for *any*
party."
Melissa decided the idea was interesting. A science fiction theme
was workable, anyway; maybe they could think of something else for
Janet. "Well, maybe some other alien race. Probably not a Deltan,
then you'd have to shave your head!" Several alternatives were
tossed back and forth, but nothing really seemed to jell.
The excited junior continued lobbying for a matched trio. "Look,
Janet, trust me on this. I know this theatrical supply place, I get
makeup for some of my sessions there. I absolutely *guarantee*
everything will wash out in the shower. Come on, let's go with this.
You think of anything better, that's fine with me."
Reluctantly, Janet gave in. "Okay, Jacqui, I surrender. But I swear, if
this doesn't work like you say, *you'll* look like a 'Deltan' the next
day!"
Agreed, the three returned to the car. The bemused salesman at the
theatrical studio sold them enough green paint to cover Jacqui's car,
and the two blondes also purchased some dark hair dye to match
Melissa's curls. Then they were off to a costume store to look for
appropriate clothing. The place was packed with other last-minute
Halloween shoppers, so they had time to flip through a catalog while
they waited in line.
Melissa and Jacqui decided the barbarian costumes came closest to
what they remembered from Star Trek. A look at the stock confirmed
that the bikinis, covered with pieces of artificial fur, would do
reasonably well. There was a noticeable silence from her
companions when Jacqui reserved four of the outfits. "I know," she
explained, "Anne's on my shit-list right now, too. But the
reservation's a small price to pay in case I happen to be in a better
mood next week." Conversation was subdued during the trip home.
+++
The next week passed quickly for Melissa. She had a number of
midterms, most of which she felt she did well on, but the pressure
she'd been experiencing in the dorm dropped significantly. Anne had
been remarkably subdued and had stayed well away from both frosh.
More importantly, Melissa no longer worried about hiding her leisure
activities from Janet.
They had not completely returned to the easy camaraderie of the
first month of school. Her roommate studiously ignored the regular
visits Melissa made to Jacqui's room, as well as the harness now on
display during the time they spent in their rooms. The loss of their
previous closeness grieved Melissa, but it was partially
compensated for when Pamela began joining her for the morning run.
And the teen could not bring herself to sacrifice her deepening
submission to Jacqui.
That relationship had changed subtly. Jacqui still exerted nearly
total control over her, but they most often called each other "Lissa"
and "Jacqui" rather than the previous "slave" and "Mistress
Jacqueline." Melissa also sensed a softening in the junior, although
this did not extend to the training. The brunette was now taking
dildos the size of small cucumbers up her rectum, and Jacqui had
hinted the time for the harness was nearly past. Melissa wondered if
her asshole would always feel as loose as it did during the brief
intervals when it was empty, but she had not spilled a drop during
her enemas for over a week.
Rather, it was her pussy that leaked almost constantly. The
stimulation in her ass and the feel of her bare mons were with
Melissa constantly. There were unpredictable times when her path
would cross with Jacqui's, often resulting in a quick feel if it would
not be observed. More intense sessions excited her in the mornings and
afternoons, when Jacqui would work her more diligently. There was
also the delicious feeling that coursed through her when she would
catch Janet looking at her, before the other would turn away. And
she thrilled to the looks of other students admiring her body, and the
thought of their reactions if her true condition should be discovered.
All combined in her mind, her most erogenous zone, so that Melissa
found herself looking forward to these times. The thought of these
situations was becoming sufficient to engender aroused expectation.
Melissa couldn't wait for Jacqui to teach her more, make her do
more.
Chapter 8
Saturday began on a good note for Melissa. As usual, a few minutes
after waking she was creaming while she stretched face down over
Jacqui's lap. The fat artificial cock filling her was slowly drawn
out, but the ritual did not conclude in the expected manner. Instead
of inserting a new dildo, Jacqui unfastened the straps of the harness
and drew them down the brunette's sleek legs.
When Melissa turned to look questioningly at her, Jacqui replied,
"That's it, Lissa. You pass this course." Smiling, she held up still-
glistening phallus. Melissa was shocked to see it was the giant dildo
that had so frightened her several weeks before; it had slid into her
so easily yesterday she hadn't realized its true size. "You don't need
the harness any longer, and from now on we'll save the enemas for
special occasions only. I don't know that I'll keep spanking you each
morning, either. But this morning's not over yet."
With that, Jacqui rolled her back to face down, and began the
spanking. But this time, instead of the light fingering that had grown
sporadic of late, Melissa felt the artificial cock pressing back into
her anus. Jacqui began pumping the phallus in and out, in time with
the blows on Melissa's buttocks, and soon the freshman shuddered
into a screaming climax.
She was surprised again a moment later when Jacqui did not
immediately dismiss her to get dressed. "Now, Lissa, I have a special
graduation present for you." Jacqui handed her the butt plug. "I want
you to bring me off the same way I just did you." To Melissa's great
amazement, Jacqui opened her robe and dropped it to the floor. She
caught sight of a slick, blood-gorged cunt much like her own before
Jacqui turned, then dropped to her knees and bent over the bed. "Do
me, Lissa. Fuck me up the ass with your hard dick. Spank me hard,
I've been a bad little girl."
Melissa felt a shock of excitement and dropped to one knee behind
Jacqui. Gingerly, she pressed the dildo between Jacqui's cheeks and
watched the tip sink out of sight. As she leaned into it, Jacqui's anus
expanded to engulf the rod that slowly pushed into it. "Harder, fuck
me harder!" Melissa pushed and abruptly the giant rod disappeared up
the base. She pulled back until the phallus was completely exposed
again; Jacqui had such a grip that this was more difficult than the
insertion had been.
More confidently, Melissa began working the dildo in and out of
Jacqui's gyrating butt. The kinky junior wanted more. "Slap me! Oh,
spank me, Lissa!" Halfheartedly, Melissa complied and stared at the
red hand print she left on one tight buttock. "Yes, more! Beat me, I've
been so nasty!" It was difficult to work around the dildo, but Melissa
began striking more often and harder as she continued to piston the
cock.
Her excitement was growing by leaps and bounds as Melissa became
mesmerized by the twitching body before her. Was this what Jacqui
had seen each morning for the past weeks? Melissa could feel her
loins heating as she remembered the feel of Jacqui's hand on her. She
imagined that the flexing ass under her hand was her own, that some
anonymous third person was administering the punishment. When she
saw Jacqui begin to masturbate herself, Melissa felt herself near
the edge again.
Finally Jacqui's fingers blurred and her body began to shake violently
as she came. The sight was too much for Melissa, who rammed the
dildo home one last time before starting to frig herself. She was so
keyed up that only the briefest touch was necessary before her
orgasm overtook her and she fell forward to embrace Jacqui.
Jacqui rolled beneath her and they shared a long, wet kiss. Melissa
could feel the other girl's nipples rubbing against her own as Jacqui
pulled the dildo free and set it aside. "Thank you, Lissa. You're the
best student a girl could ask for. I hope you'll appreciate now the
enjoyment I get from disciplining you." She glanced at the clock and
continued, "We'd better get dressed. Pam should be along any time
now."
Melissa floated back to her room. She felt incredibly light, buoyed by
her emotions and the strange feeling of emptiness in her ass. She
pirouetted and answered Janet's curious look with an exuberant "I
made it! My butt's graduated! It feels so good!" Her spirits damped
only slightly when Janet abruptly pulled the covers over her head.
That morning's circuit was covered in record time. Jacqui met Pam's
breathless query with a knowing smile as the energized brunette
easily outdistanced them both.
+++
Melissa was surprised to hear Todd Mueller's voice on the line when
she answered the phone. She listened curiously to Janet's half of the
conversation, and deduced that Todd was going to make a return visit
that evening. That could be fun; Todd was kind of cute and perhaps
his presence would help bring Janet out of her funk. When Janet
broke up laughing while trying to describe the alleged purple gorilla
outfit to Melissa, the perky brunette decided the omens were good
for that night.
The time-consuming preparations for the evening started mid-
afternoon. Jacqui and Janet suffered through the messy and smelly
process of dying their hair. Melissa, to her pleasant surprise, was
entrusted with Jacqui's keys and the task of picking up their
costumes. When she returned, she was surprised to see the
difference in appearance caused by the hair coloring.
After an early snack that would serve in place of dinner, the four
gathered to start work on the most interesting part of their
costuming. Jacqui prefaced the demonstration with a brief
explanation. "I've used this stuff before, in a different color of
course. It's great for covering tan lines, faking tans, or even
changing hue if you wanted to look like, say, an Indian. It washes off
with soap and water. So don't get put off by the fact that it's green
today."
She then stripped and opened a bottle. With no sign of self-
consciousness, Jacqui began rubbing the color onto her breasts and
stomach with a rag. "You put it on like a cross between staining
wood and waxing a car, okay? Not too much at once, rub firmly in
small circles till you get it blended nicely, like this. Make sure you
get it rubbed in good, or it can flake off after it dries." The junior's
belly was now a vibrant forest green. "I'll show you how to touch up
around your eyes and such in a bit. This is non-toxic, so don't worry
about that, but it tastes *really* bad." Tactfully, Jacqui took the
open bottle and Anne next door, leaving the freshmen alone.
Melissa had completely disrobed and started on herself before she
noticed Janet, still dressed, was watching her nervously. "Janet,
what's wrong?"
Janet looked everywhere but at her as she replied, "Do we have to do
it, you know, all over?" Oh, so that was the problem.
"Well, maybe not, but it's hard to tell how much the bikinis are going
to cover. We don't want to get any of this stuff slopped on them with
the amount of deposit we had to put down."
At the reminder of the costumes they'd be wearing, Janet's
uncertainty increased. "Maybe I'll just stay here," she began.
That thought was nipped firmly in the bud. "Nonsense. We've both
been looking forward to this all week, you can't back out now. Come
on, nobody else'll see." Reluctantly, Janet slipped off her nightgown
and began to dab at herself.
Melissa forced her eyes away from her roommate's body and tried to
concentrate on the job at hand. She was not surprised when, as she
rubbed the green into her breasts, she felt them tighten and the
nipples hardened. A glance at Janet suggested that, at the present
rate, she'd end up looking like the mottled victim of some bizarre
disease. With a sigh, she decided to offer some assistance.
"Here, Janet, I don't think you're rubbing it in enough. Let me work on
your arm." It seemed the safest place to start. Melissa grabbed hold
of the hand holding the rag, and started working the color into it.
Janet tensed, then gradually relaxed. Melissa finished the forearm,
then removed the rag from Janet's grip and started on the hand,
trying to get all of the crevices filled. "Darn it! Janet, you'll have to
do your hand; I can't see well enough without my glasses to tell if I
got everything."
Janet started working on the offending fingers while Melissa moved
back up the arm and continued on to her roommate's back. She could
feel the muscles gradually relaxing under the impromptu massage,
and the two varicolored women worked quietly for several minutes.
Melissa had just started to work on the firmly rounded curves of
Janet's tight ass when Janet pulled away. "Lissa! You don't have to
rub that everywhere!"
Melissa chose to disagree. "But you look funny this way! Your butt
looks like mine after Jacqui spanks me, only in the wrong colors."
This was an unfortunate but accurate assessment, as Janet realized
after a look in the mirror. "Okay, but I can do it myself. You'd better
get working on yourself, Lissa."
Actually, Janet did look pretty good. She'd carefully redone her
stomach and gotten most of her front while Melissa did the back;
only Janet's face, upper neck, and legs remained uncolored. Melissa
was secretly disappointed to see her roommate's exotic nipples
remained nearly invisible, even when Janet finished rubbing the green into
her buttocks and into the edges of her dark pubic hair.
Soon it was time for Melissa to turn away so her back could be
painted by Janet. It felt very good, good enough that her hips began
to rotate involuntarily as the stroking and rubbing moved lower.
Unfortunately, it was enough to make Janet back off, and Melissa had
to finish the job herself. They worked on touching up their necks and
faces then, until continuing glances in the mirror convinced them the
effect really would work..
The knock on the door sent them both scurrying for the fur-covered
swimsuits. Janet broke into giggles when she opened the door to
reveal a large gorilla which began jumping up and down, crying "Ooh!
Ooh! Ooh!" at the sight of them.
"Todd, you ass, stop that and come in here. You remember Lissa?"
Melissa shivered as she felt the warmth of his look from behind the
mask.
"Sure. Hi, Melissa, you look great in green -- you cut your hair, didn't
you? It looks fantastic." As he entered, Todd continued, "I was just
making like the other screaming crazies outside. Do they always do
that around here?"
Now that he mentioned it, the noise was audible. Melissa realized
what the cause must be. "Oh, that must mean the football team won
today's game. We're in the playoffs a third straight year." The phrase
tickled a thought in the back of Melissa's mind, but she couldn't
capture it. "Some division, eh? No *real* team would know it'd made
it to post-season in October..."
Todd had removed the mask and was fanning himself to keep from
overheating when Jacqui and Anne made their appearance. The four
girls looked surprisingly alike, their white faces surrounded by dark
hair and green bodies immodestly clad in scraps of fake fur. It made
the white of their smiles even more vibrant.
"Hey Todd, long time no see. This is my roommate Anne Takasawa.
Anne, Todd Mueller."
He was too busy looking at the new arrivals to see the chill in his
sister's demeanor.
"Todd, you won't mind if we finish putting on our faces," Jacqui
quipped, "we need to be colorful enough to keep up with you." She
displayed a small washcloth. "This is like washing your face, except
you don't reuse the washcloth." The junior splashed some paint into
the cloth, then closed her eyes and rubbed it thoroughly over her face
while she held her hair back with the other hand. It took several
passes, to get the stain evenly up to the roots of her hair and around
her eyes and ears.
"Now I'll just wait a few minutes to make sure it's dry around my
eyes before I open them," Jacqui mumbled. "But you guys can get
started yourselves -- just keep your lips sealed unless you want
green teeth. So Todd, what brings you slumming around here?"
Jacqui's self-assurance and poise as she carried on the conversation
with her eyes closed would have been sufficient for Todd to guess at
her modeling experience even if Janet hadn't mentioned it earlier.
The conversation continued easily, with everyone in good spirits, as
the staining procedure wrapped up. Jacqui completed the coloring
process by touching up lips, nostrils, and ears with a Q-tip. Todd,
who recognized an Orion when he saw one, was convinced these four
extraterrestrials looked even better than the originals. As a final
touch, Jacqui produced some dark green eyeliner, mascara and nail
polish. The junior then donned her only piece of jewelry, a fine silver
chain with her room key strung on it.
Jacqui was done when she let her hair down and ran her fingers
through it to give it the proper tousled look. The others followed
suit and the effect was complete.
When she saw Todd looking at them with his tongue nearly hanging
out of his mouth, Melissa blushed and couldn't keep herself from
tweaking her bikini back up over the curve of her hip. Her blush was
hidden by the green stain as effectively as his raging hard-on was
concealed by the gorilla suit.
Anne dashed next door to retrieve her and Jacqui's student ID cards.
Jacqui was just getting antsy when Anne returned with the cards.
Taking hers, the junior smiled at Todd while she slid the laminated
card down the front of her bikini bottoms. Todd nearly fell off his
chair. Anne followed her roommate's lead, and after a long moment,
so did Melissa. Janet held her breath and counted to ten, then handed
her own card and room key to her brother to carry with his wallet.
Todd rose and donned the gorilla head. By unspoken agreement, they
all filed out the door and toward the stairs. The Halloween that
would live in school lore as The Night Of The Space Women had
begun.
Chapter 9
The four green vixens and their large purple guardian were a huge
success. At party after party they were met with screams and
cheers as word of their coming ran before them. It was impossible
not to have a good time, buoyed by the energetic compliments and
noisy adulation; even Janet was soon laughing and smiling
continuously.
+++
They were talking over drinks during a break in the music when
Janet announced, "Hey, this has been a really great night, but it's
past midnight and I'm getting tired. I think I'm going to call it quits.
But don't you all leave on my account."
Melissa was on the verge of volunteering to head back too when a
quick nudge from Jacqui silenced her. No such restraint existed for
Todd, whose reluctant familial duty outweighed his desire to keep
Melissa and Jacqui company. Besides, he had her ID and key. "I'll take
you back, Janet. I've got a drive ahead of me anyway, I shouldn't
leave it until too late. Bye, ladies, it's been great!"
Everybody was surprised when Anne chimed in, "I think I'll head back
too. I feel kinda wasted, and Janet can let me in through her room."
She did appear to be slightly unsteady on her feet.
+++
Melissa noticed Jacqui had disappeared a few minutes after the
others, but she was basking in the center of a very appreciative
circle of admirers. Unconsciously, she tugged up the sagging bikini
again, but noted the dipping gazes of the audience. I think I enjoy
this, she thought, but it would be nice if one of these guys was
interested in more than just my body; I didn't have this problem
before.
She didn't have much opportunity for self-pity, for Jacqui soon
returned and pulled her aside. "Come on, Lissa, we have another
special party to attend."
Curious, the teen made her good-byes and followed her suitemate out
the back of the dorm. "'Special?' Where are we going now? Too bad
you didn't say anything earlier, maybe Janet and Todd and Anne
would've changed their minds about going home."
Jacqui's answer made her tingle. "No, it's special just for us, Lissa. I
was wondering how I was going to get us alone, I'm glad Janet got
tired." Melissa was about to prod for more details, when Jacqui
turned to watch a black limo glide up to the curb below them. "Ah, it
looks like our ride has arrived. Shall we?"
It looked like this party was indeed going to be 'special.' Melissa
gaped, then skipped down the steps to catch up with Jacqui. "My God!
This is a limo! It's really for us? This is great, better than my prom
date! How did he know when to arrive?" The chauffeur opened the
door for them and graciously assisted them with the step in, acting
as if he saw half-naked green college girls all the time.
The magic was in no way diminished when Jacqui revealed the
secret; "I called from the dorm a few minutes ago."
They pulled smoothly away from the curve, and Jacqui pulled her into
a lingering French kiss. "You were a virgin when you came here,
weren't you?" the junior whispered.
Melissa managed a faint "Yes." The embrace grew tighter, and she
could feel Jacqui's hand inside her top, cupping and stroking a breast.
"Remember Darryl? At the stadium? He and a few friends are having
a celebration party and they've invited us. I know we're going to have
a good time and you'll make me very proud of you."
This was almost too much for Melissa, but she remembered her
earlier desire to experiment more. And Jacqui was depending on her.
With a sigh, she relaxed into the passionate embrace. "Where are we
going?"
Jacqui turned coy. "Just relax. It's a surprise. Now, are you wet?"
Melissa resisted the temptation to observe that she'd been dripping
all evening, and silently raised a knee to allow access to her pussy.
"Mmm, I guess so. Well, I suppose one come won't take the edge off."
They kissed again and Melissa moaned into Jacqui's mouth as a
probing finger delicately teased her to orgasm.
When Melissa recovered sufficiently to peer out through the tinted
glass, she could see they were nearly downtown. Jacqui had located
a bottle of champagne in the small refrigerator and poured a glass
for each of them. Before Melissa could lift her glass, she felt Jacqui
press a pill into her hand; the freshman, remembering Janet's
experiences, looked at it cautiously. "What's this for?"
"Morning-after pill," was the succinct reply. "They work good now
too, and then we don't have to worry about remembering tomorrow.
But we'll get you started with a birth control prescription, it's still
safer." Jacqui tossed back another of the pills and followed it with a
champagne chaser.
Melissa followed suit and drained her glass, realizing the kind of
party they would be attending. A stray thought chilled her. "Uh,
Jacqui, when Steve, ah, fucked me..."
Jacqui saved her from having to complete the question. "Don't
worry," she laughed while refilling their glasses. Melissa didn't
appreciate the humor of the situation. "He had a vasectomy three
years ago by court order." Oh. Well, Jacqui certainly had interesting
friends.
"We're here." At that statement, Melissa looked and realized they had
pulled up to the front door of the downtown Hilton. She quickly
tugged her clothing back into place, finishing just as the doorman
opened the door and leaned in to help them out. He had a warm smile
for Melissa, who couldn't believe they were going to stroll right into
the Hilton wearing only bikinis.
The two exotic girls walked into a lobby filled with other costumed
guests, and Melissa calmed as she realized they didn't really stand
out as much as she had feared. Apparently a number of other parties
were still in progress here. Most of the partygoers seemed to be
departing, so they had an elevator to themselves on the ride up to
the fifteenth floor.
Jacqui gave her a final pep talk. "Remember, we're here to have fun. I
wouldn't have brought you if I didn't think you were ready for this,
Lissa. Enjoy yourself, because it'll be 'back to school' for you next
week!" The trembling frosh remembered the occasional glimpses of
the handsome wide receiver and felt herself creaming into her
swimsuit.
Melissa followed Jacqui down the hall to a door that stood ajar,
propped open by a shoe. Loud music and cheerful conversation spilled
out into the corridor. Jacqui shoved the door open and beckoned
Melissa into the room, then followed behind and kicked the shoe
clear. The teen stopped dead in her tracks as she realized the entire
varsity football team was partying in the large suite.
The talk died away as the men realized their guests had arrived.
Under the force of two dozen silent, penetrating looks, Melissa felt
herself retreating toward the entrance, but she backed into Jacqui
after only a step. Jacqui embraced her from behind and greeted the
crowd.
"Happy Halloween, and congratulations on making the playoffs again.
For those of you who don't know me, I'm Jacqui Barry. This is my
very good friend, Lissa Bednar." Jacqui unfastened the brunette's top
and pushed it to the floor, displaying Melissa's swollen tits to the
very attentive crowd. As she stripped the embarrassed girl's bottom
down her legs, Jacqui added, in her most seductive voice, "Trick or
treat."
Melissa felt she was about to burst, from embarrassment or arousal,
she wasn't sure. Her feet felt like they were fixed to the floor until
she saw Darryl push through the crowd and come to her. Firmly, he
pulled her from Jacqui's grasp and toward one of the beds as the men
closed in around the two women.
The attendees began discarding their clothes and Jacqui removed her
own costume. Melissa noticed none of this as Darryl kissed her and
massaged her breasts. "Yo Melissa, you sure got one fine body."
Another of the players knelt between her spread legs and began to
eat her. She squirmed excitedly under the probing tongues
investigating her mouth and pussy.
Darryl moved back momentarily to strip off his shirt and pants.
Melissa looked around the room; Jacqui was already moaning under
the assault of Doug Williams, the burly offensive tackle who was
thrusting into her slick cunt. The erotic view was blocked as another
lineman walked up to Melissa, his semi-erect penis dangling in front
of him. His organ brushed her cheek, and automatically she turned
her head and sucked him into her mouth.
Most of the evening passed in a blur. Only a few moments remained
vivid in Melissa's mind. The first was when Darryl rode her to a
violent climax. His gleaming ebony phallus was unbelievably long.
When it finally filled her, the tip dilating her cervix before his wiry
pubic hair ground into her mons, Melissa wrapped her legs around
Darryl's waist and pumped furiously. After he had jetted deep into
her, his laughing teammates had to physically pull her legs away
from him before Darryl could step aside for the next participant.
Another time she and Jacqui lay side by side, Frenching and playing
with each other's tits, while they were sodomized repeatedly by
eager men. Melissa felt no pain at all, only waves of orgasmic pleasure,
as one cock after another raped her well-trained rectum and filled it
with warm come. Others, impatiently waiting their turn, jerked off
and sprayed their sticky loads over the writhing coeds.
And finally, Darryl had "run one into her end zone." Jacqui had pulled
Melissa from a tangle of bodies and led her to where Kevin Anderson,
the team's quarterback, lay on his back with his fat prick jutting in
the air. Melissa knew Kevin was engaged to Susan Mustacato, Captain
of the women's varsity volleyball team; she'd seen Susan showing
the ring to friends and boasting of her "catch." But now it was
Melissa, not Susan, who was squatting onto Kevin's cock, taking it
deep inside herself and leaning forward to share a wet kiss.
Melissa felt hands spreading her buns, and then Darryl's thin
manhood was sliding into her lubricated butt. It penetrated slowly,
fitting easily but moving deeper than the other cocks, deeper even
than the largest of Jacqui's dildos. When the men began their slow,
synchronized pumping, Melissa couldn't hold back a long shuddering
moan, and threw back her head as her back arched involuntarily. The
gap between the pursed lips, still a deep green, was quickly plugged
by another cock.
She rocked back and forth, lost in ecstasy as she serviced the three
hung studs. Then Melissa felt the delicate touch that could only be
Jacqui's, caressing and plucking her nipples, and whispering in her
ear. "Lissa, my sweet beauty. All these men are hard for you. They're
coming for you. For months, maybe years, when they fuck their
girlfriends and wives, it'll be you they see in their minds. And I'll
teach you more, more than you could imagine. Lissa, my obedient
slut, I love you."
The penis in Melissa's mouth jerked and erupted, spilling another
creamy load down her throat. The hairy prick and balls pulled away
and were replaced with a smooth, sleek body smelling of the
feminine musk she knew so well. Jacqui settled herself over Kevin's
face until his nose was pressed into the sweaty furrow of her
buttocks and he began to rim her.
Still excited nearly beyond control by the two cocks pistoning in and
out of her loins, Melissa could manage only a brief, "Oh yes, Jacqui!
I'd do anything for you!" The young coed affirmed her devotion by
pushing herself into Jacqui and cleaning the swollen cunt of the
thick spew which coated it and continued to leak from the parted
pubic lips.
Kevin and Darryl spent themselves in her, nearly simultaneously,
sending Melissa into a series of shuddering climaxes as she felt
their seed squirting up her vagina and anus. But even when they
slowly withdrew, she kept Jacqui clasped to her face, and it was in
that position that she fell asleep.
She stirred restlessly when Jacqui rose to bid the men farewell as
they trickled from the room by ones and twos. The drained brunette
quieted as Jacqui rejoined her and pulled her into a close embrace
that lulled both women into a deep, dreamless sleep.
+++
The sweet scent of semen filled Melissa's nose when she awakened.
Grudgingly leaving the warmth generated by Jacqui's nearby body,
the freshman rose and made her way toward the bathroom. The room
was chilly and the cool air quickly hardened her nipples. Her body
was covered with dried come that itched. Melissa could feel more
jism, still fluid, escaping from her cunt to run down her legs as she
strode across the room. And she felt almost as if she'd received
another of Jacqui's enemas when she released the thick cream filling
her bowels.
Jacqui was awake and lay in bed watching her when Melissa
returned. Silently, Melissa slid back into the warm spot she'd
recently vacated and pressed up against the other girl. They looked
at each other, and simultaneously said, "You smell like come." Both
laughed at their timing, as well as the truth of the statement.
"Do you like fucking men, Lissa?" Jacqui inquired.
The young brunette lay back, thinking of Darryl's ebony shaft
piercing her pale skin, and answered affirmatively. In retrospect,
even Steve didn't seem so bad. "Oh yes. You were right about Darryl,
and Kevin, and... Oh, they feel so much different than a vibrator or
dildo. And the rush when they shoot off inside you, I'm getting hot
just talking about it."
"I'm glad. But you were such a nasty slut last night, taking Darryl up
your ass like that, and fucking Kevin when you know he's engaged. I
think you need a spanking right now. Roll over on your tummy."
Melissa willingly turned onto her stomach and arched her buns into
the air. Jacqui didn't bother changing position; she merely reached
out and began slapping the exposed buttocks until Melissa was
moaning into her pillow. "There, there. Don't make a scene. I think
it's time for a long, hot shower, don't you? I'm tired of this shade of
green and I'm tired of this brand of perfume." Melissa giggled then
jumped out of bed to follow Jacqui into the shower.
An hour later they looked and smelled like normal humans, albeit
still dressed in revealing swimwear. Jacqui completed a video
checkout on the television and soon they were on their way down the
elevator and across the lobby to the entrance. Melissa noted
nervously they were attracting a great deal more attention than they
had the previous evening, and hitched up her bikini again.
They rode back to Sullivan College in a cab, where Jacqui paid the
driver with $20 bills peeled off a wad of cash Melissa knew she
hadn't had the night before. "Gee, where'd you find the money,
Jacqui?"
The junior flashed a grin and started towards the stairway. "It's a
small token of appreciation from the boys. It helps to cover clothing,
other expenses, you know."
Melissa didn't know, but nodded agreement anyway. The concept was
a little frightening. She'd had sex with the entire varsity football
squad, and they'd paid Jacqui. God, that made her a prostitute. But
Melissa hadn't done it for the money; at first, it had been to please
Jacqui, then later, for herself. Well then, she'd consider it a hobby.
But maybe they could spend the money on more clothes; shopping
with Jacqui and Janet was a lot more fun than when Melissa had gone
shopping at home.
Jacqui let them in through her room and Melissa went next door to
change into some more appropriate clothes. Or at least, she decided
after hitching up the bikini for the last time, something that fits
better than this abominable 'one-size-fits-all' excuse for a
swimsuit. Melissa was surprised to find Todd still there and Janet
sleeping. Todd mumbled something about having to leave and Janet
not feeling well, and departed quickly.
Something about the conversation, and his expression, seemed out of
kilter but Melissa couldn't identify it. With a shrug, she donned a
cropped sweatshirt and tied on her running shorts -- no jogging
today, but they were comfortable. Melissa glanced again at her
sleeping roommate, then regretfully decided the time could be spent
catching up on her assigned reading.
Chapter 10
Janet struggled through classes that Monday and didn't feel up to
attending aerobics that afternoon. Melissa was also concerned by her
roommate's uncharacteristic depression, but Janet wouldn't talk
about it and Melissa chalked the mood up to a bad time of the month.
She'd thought Janet's period wasn't due yet, but the spotted panties
convinced her otherwise.
Melissa was neither unduly excited or concerned when Jacqui called
her next door for their usual pre-dinner session. But, as Jacqui had
promised, they were ready to move on to new subjects. "Lock the
bathroom door, Lissa; we don't want to be disturbed today. Now
strip." The young brunette complied, feeling the familiar excitement
harden her nipples and cause her pubic lips to flower open.
"Very good," Jacqui continued, "I see you're ready. Come, sit beside
me." This was unusual. Melissa did as she was told and wondered
what Jacqui would do today. The lesson plan came quickly. "You've
been learning to control your body, Lissa. You're still not perfect, but
you've done very well learning to stay wet, like this, and to use your
ass. This weekend you got to experience fucking a bunch of different
guys. You told me you liked it, right?"
Melissa couldn't disagree. "Yes, Jacqui. I liked it very much." Jacqui
acknowledged this statement with a brief nod before continuing.
"Well, you'll be getting much more practice. See, it's important for
your partner to enjoy a fuck, too. You don't want to think of just
yourself."
Jacqui began to stroke her gently, not coming near her tits or the
area between her thighs, but the feeling was delicious anyway. "Each
time you fuck, I want you to concentrate on making your partner
come as soon as possible. You can learn to use your muscles, know
the right thing to say, there are all kinds of tricks -- that's what
practicing is for. It'll take time, don't worry, but always ask
yourself, 'How can I bring this person to orgasm right now?' Is that
clear?"
"Yes, I think so." It didn't sound very clear to Melissa, but she
grasped the objective and remembered the feel of come squirting
inside her. Doing that again would be nice. She returned her attention
to Jacqui.
"Now you know you're not to come yourself unless I allow it. That
rule remains. If you're excited, your partner will be excited. For that
reason, I also don't want you just lying there. We've been working on
keeping you ready for sex, now we'll start on the next step. I don't
want you just ready, I want you ready to orgasm. From now on, when
I ask you to, you'll come as quickly as possible. Just let yourself go
over the edge, masturbate, I don't care as long as you orgasm. And I'll
be able to tell if you're faking. Got it?"
This sounded slightly more difficult, but it would have seemed
impossible a few months ago. "Yes, Jacqui, I'll try."
"That's a good girl. So remember two things: make your partner come
as quickly as you can, and come when, and only when, I order you to. I
won't hesitate to punish you if you don't make the grade, and I'll
reward you for doing well." The instructions were punctuated by a
sharp knock on the door. "Ah, good, right on time. Lissa, please
welcome our guest."
She was shocked. "Like this?" Melissa asked, gesturing at her naked
body.
Jacqui shrugged. "Why not? He's going to be doing a lot more than
just looking at you in a few minutes. Go on." She pulled Melissa to
her feet, and a quick slap on the ass propelled the frosh to the door.
Melissa cracked the door and peered around it. Darryl was standing
expectantly outside. "Oh! Darryl, please come in." She opened the door
and allowed him to enter while shielding herself from outside view.
The varsity receiver sauntered into the room and raked her with his
gaze. "Oooh, babe! Melissa, you look even better to these eyes in flesh
than you did in green. This homeboy's just gotta have a piece of your
fine white ass."
Jacqui laughed at the statement and Melissa's delightful answering
blush. "Okay, stud, you know the score. You go ahead and jump her
bones. You come first, you pay $50. If Lissa climaxes before you do,
you win $50. No holds barred, it's a draw if you both survive for 30
minutes. And have pity on the poor girl, she's just learning."
The brunette could only gape at the announcement. Darryl started
stripping off his clothes and the sight of his long black prick made
Melissa juicy. It was going to be difficult to please Jacqui; it would
be difficult just to not lose herself in Darryl's strong arms. The
match was on when he dropped to his knees and pulled Melissa onto
his face, then began lapping her gash.
Her hips were already starting to rotate when Jacqui pulled them
apart. "Shame on you, Darryl, you know off the bed's out of bounds.
Control yourself, man." Melissa got a quick pep talk, too. "Remember,
Lissa: strong offense, come when I want you to." The pair, one light,
one dark, climbed onto the bed, and Darryl grabbed her again and
resumed the oral assault.
Jacqui slapped her tits roughly to draw Melissa's attention. "Slut!
Snap out of it, Lissa! Blow him, start working on him!" Remembering
her orders, the girl twisted into the 69 position and took the end of
his cock into her mouth. He was too long for her to swallow entirely,
but she caressed the head with her tongue while jacking the lower
part of the ebony shaft in her hand.
Darryl was feeling it, Melissa could feel his breath coming faster,
but he started sucking on her clit and she could feel herself nearing
the edge. She remembered her experiences of the weekend and slid a
long finger into his anus, circling it and pumping it in and out. Dimly
she could hear Jacqui shouting, "Yes! Tickle his prostate, good
girl, Lissa!" Whatever a prostate was, it had Darryl's sphincter
contracting around her finger, and then he pulled away.
"Yo, Jacqui," he panted, "I thought you said Melissa was just learning
this stuff. Ain't no freshman gonna beat me, girl. Prepare to have
your brains fucked out." Melissa was looking forward to the feel of
his cock inside her, and spread her thighs wide as he moved into
position. Darryl pushed just the first few inches into her lips, then
slowly worked himself in and out, teasing her.
Melissa wanted, needed, to feel all of him. Ruthlessly she reached up
with arms and legs and pulled him into her. Darryl followed her lead
and began pumping hard, held in place by the pale white heels digging
into the gleaming ebony of his ass. When he bent and began chewing
on her right nipple while squeezing the breast, Melissa could feel
herself going over the brink. The tension of trying to hold back from
her climax intensified it when finally she lost control, and both
Jacqui and Darryl recognized the cause of the screams.
"Damn!" Jacqui interjected. "Okay, Darryl, you win -- finish it." The
sweating senior pumped a few more times into Melissa's now
quiescent body and withdrew to shoot his creamy load over her tits
and stomach. He jacked the last drops out onto her swollen cunt.
Darryl looked triumphantly at Jacqui. "Easy, like I told you. You so
hot, wanna go double or nothing? Of course, I have an advantage, I
take even longer the second time."
Melissa knew the challenge was accepted when Jacqui removed her
own shorts and top. "I pity you, Darryl. Lissa, make sure you pay
attention." The junior climbed onto the bed and pushed Darryl onto
his back. In one smooth squat, she took him completely inside her.
The coed began rocking slowly back and forth on the phallus that was
impaling her, and Darryl reached up to begin fondling her tits.
"It's all in the muscles," Jacqui told Melissa. "Here, give me your
hand." Taking the astonished freshman's wrist, she placed Melissa's
hand flat against the taut flesh of her lower abdomen. Melissa could
feel Jacqui's muscles tightening and relaxing, rhythmically
massaging the intruding flesh trapped inside.
Jacqui started teasing Darryl. "What isn't in the muscles is in the
mind. Yeah, stud, you know you love this. Sliding that long, black
cock of yours into beautiful white chicks like us. Like Melissa here.
She's from Minnesota, probably seen maybe five Negroes in her life
before moving here, and she's creaming her shorts two minutes after
seeing you for the first time. You've had daddy's little girl, porked
her up the butt, now she's a complete slut, lying here with your come
dripping from her body."
The pace picked up slightly. "Now I'm riding you, my tits are swelling
for you, feel how hard my nipples are. Soon I'll be coming, your big
cock will be spewing its hot load inside me, I get so hot just
thinking about it. Melissa is waiting for your come to spill out of me
so she can lick our bodies clean, oh you want it too, I know it."
It was too much for Darryl, whose face twisted into a grimace
before he unloaded into Jacqui. Melissa could feel the cock pulsing
inside her suitemate's body. Jacqui lifted herself off the phallus and
lowered herself onto the brunette's face, hissing, "Eat me, Lissa.
Suck up those juices." It didn't take much of Melissa's licking to
bring Jacqui to her own orgasm.
By the time the girls had rolled apart, Darryl had finished dressing.
He calmly peeled two $50 bills off a wad of cash in his pocket and
tossed them to the bed. "You win, Jacqui. Again. I should know better.
You're gonna be good, Melissa, this boy can pick 'em." On that note, he
let himself out of the room.
The two young women looked at each other, then rolled off the bed.
Melissa was wiping the sticky semen from her body and licking her
fingers when Jacqui spoke up. "You tried, Lissa, but you came before
Darryl did. Stand by the bed, spread your legs, and bend over." Melissa
was trembling as she followed her mentor's instructions.
The ritual spanking commenced, harder than Melissa remembered.
But still the finger was there to work her, mingling pleasure with
the painful blows to her buttocks. She was shuddering and gasping
before Jacqui relented. Jacqui left her then and started dressing for
dinner. Since nothing further seemed to be planned, Melissa began
cleaning herself with a washcloth. She had put on her clothes and
was preparing to go next door when Jacqui said, "Come."
Melissa wasn't sure she'd heard correctly. "What?"
With a quick stride, Jacqui crossed the room to her. "I said, come. I
want you to orgasm for me." Melissa felt Jacqui push her up against
the door, then her stinging ass was slapped again, hard, although the
skirt muffled the blow. Jacqui grabbed her hand and thrust it up
under the skirt. Melissa was still wired after the earlier punishment
and needed no further encouragement to begin masturbating herself.
Jacqui's hand was working her too, and it was only a moment before
the freshman thrashed and spilled her juices over the probing
fingers.
Jacqui released Melissa, then licked her own fingers. Melissa sucked
her fingers into her mouth, enjoying the taste of herself, then said,
"I'm sorry, Jacqui. I'll do better next time, I promise."
The look on Jacqui's face made Melissa wet all over again. "Yes, I
know you will."
+++
Melissa expected more of the same the following day, but an
unexpected distraction presented itself. Or, more properly, "herself."
She'd hurried into her room just before 5:00, wanting not to be late
for Jacqui's lesson.
It was all she could do to keep from staring at Janet. Her roommate,
most uncharacteristically, was dressed to kill in an entrancing lacy
camisole and tap shorts. The front of the cami was laced so loosely
at the top that the edges of Janet's areolae peeked through the gap.
Her nipples, semi-hardened and shriveled like large raisins, pressed
visibly against the thin fabric.
Unnerved, the brunette expressed her pleasure when Janet announced
she was feeling better. She lingered only long enough to dump her
books on the foot of the bed and kick off her shoes before going next
door.
Melissa had gotten in the habit of sneaking looks at Janet whenever
she could get away with it, but today had been an eye-opener. She'd
wanted to bury her face between Janet's rounded globes, to snake a
finger inside the sexy bottoms, but instead maintained a
disinterested facade to avoid making her roommate feel threatened.
She didn't know what was on Janet's mind; Janet had *never*
dressed like this before, but then she'd been acting weird since
Sunday. Melissa was on fire by the time she could escape to Jacqui's
room.
+++
Melissa squirmed in her seat during dinner. She'd been unable to get
thoughts of Janet out of her mind and had orgasmed quickly under the
stranger in Jacqui's room. The freshman's reddened ass reflected
Jacqui's displeasure at the blatant loss of self-control. Moreover,
Melissa was starting to think that maybe Janet *was* making
overtures to her.
The unfamiliar signals from her roommate and fear of
misinterpreting them made Melissa increasingly edgy as the evening
progressed. She was also getting wound up by the aching of her
burning buns and the titillating thought of making Janet... Although
Jacqui wouldn't like it if Melissa came "unsupervised."
Finally Melissa decided to escape the situation by abandoning her
reading and going to sleep early. "I'm feeling pretty tired today,
Janet. I think I'm going to turn in early." She stripped and pulled the
nightshirt over her head, then jumped onto her bed. "Don't worry
about the lights, just turn them out when you go to bed."
She lay on the bed, drifting on the edge of sleep, lulled by the now-
familiar sounds of Janet moving about the room. After some
unknowable period of time, Melissa heard the toilet flush, then Janet
closed the bathroom door and turned out the lights. Melissa relaxed
and was ready to let her consciousness fade when she felt someone
sit beside her on the bed.
Surprised, she rolled over and opened her eyes; the diffused light
filtering through the window revealed Janet's naked body leaning
over her. Melissa felt her pulse suddenly speed as she asked, "Janet,
what is it?"
Janet whispered her reply into the brunette's ear. "I'm tired of being
alone. I want to feel it again. Make love to me, Lissa."
Melissa could feel, acutely, Janet's soft breath on her cheek. Surely
it wouldn't interfere that much with her lessons to sleep with Janet
tonight. Besides, she wanted to re-experience that special feeling
she'd had in Janet's arms before. "We'll have to be quiet, we can't
wake Jacqui."
She heard Janet say, "Don't worry. I locked the bathroom door," and
then a pair of soft lips was pressing against hers and the two coeds
melted into each other.
Soon Melissa could feel Janet's breasts pressing against her own
while their hands ran excitedly over each other's body. Gradually
Janet slid lower until her exploring hands were running up Melissa's
legs, pushing the nightshirt upwards and spreading the lean thighs.
Melissa sat up long enough to pull her garment free of her body, then
fell back again as Janet reached her glistening sex.
First Janet pressed her nose into the slit, blowing gently on it and
watching the engorged clit stiffen. Then she inhaled the fragrant
scent of Melissa's arousal. Delicately, she began to slide her tongue
along the outer lips, tasting the moisture spilling from them.
Melissa couldn't hold back a series of quiet sighs and moans, and her
hips began to buck as she quickly came to full readiness.
Melissa decided she should treat this as another training session;
holding back seemed to make her orgasms more intense anyway. She
pulled Janet out of her crotch and kissed her again, tasting her own
juices on the other girl's mouth. Eager to reciprocate, Melissa rolled
Janet back onto the bed and moved to begin licking and sucking the
nipples that so attracted her. Each nipple protruded more fully,
drawing the wide areola taut around it, as it was teased by the
sucking brunette's agile tongue.
When Melissa noticed that Janet was finger-fucking herself, she left
the tits behind and turned to bring their bodies into a 69 position.
The dark fur beneath her probing fingers was already wet, so Melissa
parted the hairs and began lapping at the creaming gash hidden
underneath. She felt Janet's hands grab her buns and pull her own
exposed slit down for renewed attention.
The room was quiet except for the squishy sound of cunts being
eaten. Eventually, their bodies began to flop about on the bed, like
beached fish, as Melissa succumbed to her own climax and muffled
her screams between Janet's thighs. The young brunette intensified
her own efforts, slipping a finger into Janet's vagina while sucking
on her clitoris, but release eluded the quivering blonde.
"I know what I need," Janet decided. She broke free and walked to the
medicine cabinet while Melissa wondered what was going on. Surely
Janet didn't own a vibrator? At first, that was exactly what the
slim object looked like, but then Janet pressed it to her arm and
sighed as she held it there.
Horrified, Melissa realized Janet was taking some drug. "Janet! What
are you doing?" she hissed from the bed.
As she pulled the now-empty syringe from her arm, Janet replied,
"Just a little something to make me feel better. It makes my
orgasms so much more exciting. You should try some."
Melissa was sickened by the thought. "How can you do that to
yourself? What if you get addicted?"
Janet shrugged off the concern. "Oh, it's okay. I can control it now."
Melissa didn't have a chance to reply, for Janet had returned quickly
to the bed and pressed her sex into Melissa's face. Janet's breathing
quickened as the drug moved into her system and her nipples became
almost painfully hard. The blonde mauled her own tits and writhed on
the other girl's tongue; she orgasmed quickly.
Drowned in sensation, Janet pulled Melissa firmly against her and
cried for her to continue licking. The young brunette struggled
briefly, but her excitement and Jacqui's training won out and she
obediently darted her tongue further into Janet. Soon Janet was
spasming again, but the burning in her loins had not subsided.
A few minutes later they had returned to a 69. This time Janet began
working her fingers into Melissa's ass, which easily expanded to
accept them. Melissa returned the favor, and Janet shook violently as
the long finger pressed into her tight sphincter. When Melissa
noticed the blood on her finger, she assumed her fingernail had
scratched Janet's rectum; apologetically she withdrew it and tried
to comfort Janet. But her roommate was uncaring of the minor pain
and cried for more.
Hours later, Melissa was exhausted. She could only lie tiredly on the
bed and watch with concern as Janet frantically brought herself off
again and again. Janet might think she was in control, but it was
obvious nothing could be further from the truth. This was painfully
similar to the night Anne had raped Janet, and Melissa suspected the
same drug was involved.
How Janet had sunk to the point of taking it willingly, Melissa was
unsure, but she'd be sure to ask Jacqui about it in the morning. In the
meantime, nothing would be served by waking her now. She'd just
have to wait for Janet to come down from her rush. Hopefully there
was no more of that filth in the room; Melissa thought of checking
the medicine cabinet immediately, but decided to wait until she
could do it without attracting Janet's attention. Melissa spent a
sleepless night wondering how she could resolve the ugly situation.
Chapter 11
The next morning Melissa disengaged herself from Janet's twitching
body and performed her usual morning ritual. She picked up the
pieces of her jogging outfit and took them next door to present them,
and herself, for Jacqui's inspection. There, a quick spanking left her
gasping and wet, although she felt distinctly uncomfortable under
Anne's inscrutable gaze.
Next Melissa donned her jogging bra. She'd complained of the growing
chill in the mornings, so next came a thin white body stocking to
provide a little warmth. It covered her completely except for the
deep scoops front and back, and it was crotchless. Following Jacqui's
lead, Melissa tied on the nylon shorts, leaving her slit covered but
easily accessible. Another of the ubiquitous crop tops provided some
additional coverage and the word of the day -- this time it was
"nympho." It took only a moment to lace her shoes, and they were off.
Melissa recounted the previous night's experiences to Jacqui as they
jogged down the campus to meet Pam. The effect was not what the
freshman had expected; they had just reached Case Hall when Jacqui
pulled her into the laundry room and closed the door. Soon Melissa
was bent over a washer with her shorts on the floor while Jacqui
slapped her buttocks and reprimanded her for engaging in
unsupervised sexual activity. Upon further questioning, she was also
forced to admit she had climaxed before Janet. Jacqui beat her again
until the brunette was sobbing, but did not allow her to achieve
satisfaction.
They exited to the courtyard just before Pamela appeared, then
resumed their exercise as if nothing unusual had happened. Their
pace slowed somewhat as Melissa tried to ease the chafing of the
body stocking on her raw buns. She was silent, afraid to bring up the
subject again, until Jacqui started asking more questions about the
encounter. Melissa confided her fears then, passing over the sexual
aspects for Pam's benefit, and the friends struggled to find a
solution to the problem.
By the time they returned to their rooms the three had agreed Janet
could not be allowed to use any more of the drug, whatever it was.
Melissa would stick with her as much as possible, with assistance
from Pam, who also shared classes with Janet. Between the two of
them, they could cover most of Janet's day without breaking their
customary schedules. Jacqui would shadow Anne, to ensure she did
not manage to supply Janet with any additional quantities of the
drug.
+++
The effort was wearing on all parties involved. Melissa watched
helplessly as Janet's condition deteriorated again, more rapidly than
before. Jacqui resumed intensive disciplining of Anne, and noted
some of the same symptoms in the Oriental as Melissa had described.
When, on Saturday morning, a sweating and dizzy Janet could barely
drag herself out of bed, Melissa could hardly restrain her anxiety.
She nearly shouted in relief when Janet finally admitted it would be
a good idea to visit the campus medical center.
+++
Melissa tried to distract herself with a magazine for what seemed
like an eternity. When she looked at the clock on the wall behind the
receptionist, she realized it had been over an hour since Janet had
gone in for her examination. Concerned, she stepped up to the counter
and inquired about her roommate's condition. It was a confused five
minutes before they found a nurse who remembered seeing somebody
like Janet leaving -- some time ago.
The trail was long cold by the time Melissa dashed out the back door
of the medical center. Lacking any obvious alternatives, she headed
back to the dorm, although she could think of no good reason why
Janet would have ducked her this way. The sinking feeling in
Melissa's stomach increased when she arrived to find Pam knocking
on her door.
"Pam! Have you seen Janet today?"
The cute blonde whirled at the voice coming from an unexpected
direction. "Oh, Lissa, there you are. No, I haven't seen anybody this
morning. I just came over to touch bases since you and Jacqui didn't
show for the run this morning. Is everything all right?"
Melissa shook her head glumly as she opened the door and they
entered the room. "No. I took Janet down to the medical center this
morning, she was looking really bad, but she ducked out the back and
left me sitting there. I was hoping maybe she'd come back here, but
it doesn't look like it." A quick look around the room showed no
obvious changes since she'd left. "I wonder if Jacqui or Anne are in?"
The bathroom doors were both slightly ajar, so Melissa gave the far
one only a perfunctory knock before pushing it open. Jacqui was in,
but not the way the brunette had expected. The slim model was face
down on the bed, naked, with her wrists and ankles secured by the
straps at the corners. A familiar collar was locked around her neck
and attached to the wall above the bed. Her ass was filled by what
looked to Melissa to be the largest of the butt plugs.
She rushed forward as Pam, even less prepared for the bizarre sight,
gasped and turned away. "Jacqui, what happened?" Melissa cried,
discovering the junior had been gagged with a sock stuffed into her
mouth and tied in place with a pair of hose.
Jacqui could only grunt until the gag was removed, then answered.
"It was Anne, damnit. I turned my back on her, that bitch, and she
conked me over the head with something. Next thing I remember, I'm
lying here like this."
Melissa untied Jacqui's legs and right arm, then went to the desk to
get the keys while Jacqui untied the remaining wrist. The chained
beauty withdrew the plastic prong from her stuffed rectum and
rolled over, saying, "Lissa, I don't think she put the keys back in the
usual..." Her voice cut off suddenly. Melissa, confirming that, looked
back to see what had captured her suitemate's attention.
Both of them saw Pam, still standing in the doorway, taking in
Jacqui's bare cunt, the huge dildo still in the junior's hand, and
Melissa's matter-of-fact manner. "You-you've done this before,
haven't you?" the perky blonde stuttered. "The chains and things, and
Lissa, you *knew* where to look for the keys... What they say about
you is true, isn't it? You two really *are* perverts, dressing like
sluts isn't just an act for you, is it?" She turned and fled the room
before either of the accused could utter a word.
Melissa started to follow Pam, to try and explain, but the slamming
door and the recollection of Jacqui's condition stopped her. "Well,"
said Jacqui in an effort to cheer up the freshman, "she's right, after
all."
Trying to shake off this latest disaster, Melissa responded, "You're
right, too. The keys aren't here. What do we do now?"
"That's the least of our problems," Jacqui asserted. "The other set of
keys is in an old peanut can under the sink. Come on, don't break up
on me now, Lissa; surely Pam's suspected things before this. What's
bothering you?"
The freshman recounted her story again as she located the spare
keys and unlocked the chain around Jacqui's neck. She was nearly in
tears by the time she concluded, "and now Anne's gone, too! I just
*know* something horrible is going to happen to Janet. Where could
she be?"
Jacqui drew Melissa into her arms and hugged her, letting the
younger girl cry out her anxiety and fear. When Melissa quieted,
Jacqui asked, "Don't worry, Janet's a big girl, she can take care of
herself. She's been out before, she'll come back or we'll find her. Are
you feeling better now?"
"Yes. Thanks, Jacqui." Melissa essayed a weak smile and wiped the
tears from her cheeks.
"Good," Jacqui added, returning to business, "because I got really hot
lying there getting reamed and not being able to move." The embrace
relaxed, and changed to a firm downward pressure on Melissa's
shoulders that forced her to the floor. "Eat me," the junior ordered,
and Melissa was pulled into the wet gash before her eyes.
She wasn't in the mood for this, but obediently Melissa began licking
the sweet syrup from between Jacqui's legs, then began probing the
folds of the bald cunt with her tongue. Despite herself, the familiar
musky scent and taste, and Jacqui's twitching and moaning, began to
excite Melissa and she increased her efforts. When Jacqui pushed her
away, they were both breathing heavily.
"Pull up your skirt," Jacqui demanded, pulling Melissa back to her
feet. She ran a hand over Melissa's crotch, finding it wet as
expected, but she was displeased to see the light stubble covering it.
Shaving just didn't produce the results she wanted; something would
have to be done about it. Returning to the task at hand, Jacqui pinned
the girl by pressing three fingers up her cunt, then recovered the
butt plug and twisted it into Melissa's ass, which readily opened to
receive it.
Pleased, Jacqui removed her hands. "You may continue licking me.
Make sure you get both holes clean, and work that cock back and
forth while you do. And don't you dare come before I do." Melissa
dropped back to her knees, feeling her bowels fight to expel the
foreign intruder. Jacqui lay back on the bed and parted her legs, and
soon Melissa was working back and forth from one opening to the
other while pistoning the dildo into herself.
Melissa was in danger of losing her balance and had slowed the
strokes of her hand in order to keep control of herself. When finally
Jacqui spasmed and released a flood of fragrant juice from her slit,
Melissa fell back and resumed a violent reaming with the plug while
working her clit with the other hand. Jacqui barely had time to lean
forward and smile at the erotic sight before the brunette reached
her own release, her throbbing sphincter clasping and releasing the
hard rod piercing it.
Before Melissa could recover sufficiently to remember her concern
for Janet, Jacqui had already planned the next diversion. "Time to get
decent, Lissa. Get those hands out of your crotch and flip that skirt
back down, we're going on a trip."
As she complied, then moved to the sink to wash the plastic dork,
Melissa wondered where they were going. "Are we going to look for
Janet? Where do you think she is?" Her hopes were dashed.
"No, I think we'll give Janet a chance to return by herself. We're
going to go do something about your cunt."
Whatever that means, Melissa thought, I'm sure it will be an
interesting experience.
+++
Melissa sank onto her bed, limp with relief that the ordeal was over;
her nerves still vibrated with the residual pain that enveloped her
sleek body. Jacqui had taken her back to the beauty salon, but this
time it had been for more than a simple haircut. They had arranged
for a private room, and the freshman learned she was to have her
pubic hair removed.
She had been very embarrassed when Sara, the stylist, had asked
Melissa to remove her skirt and blouse before sitting down. Melissa
had nearly broken and run, but Jacqui's firm look had been enough to
ensure compliance. The young coed remembered how she'd felt
sitting there facing their clinical detachment, her legs spread wide
and held in stirrups, and her body covered by a burning crimson blush.
Rather than a razor or depilatory cream, Sara had used electrolysis
to remove the offending hair. The process was slow and painful, but
at Jacqui's direction the beautician had removed all the hair
surrounding Melissa's pubic lips and bared her mons and the crack of
her ass. When she'd learned the process was permanent, Melissa
couldn't decide if she was sad she would never have a bush again. At
least she'd never need to submit to this painful and humiliating
procedure a second time.
The session had not ended there, however. Melissa had then
submitted to a waxing that removed the remaining hair from all of
her body below the neck. That too had hurt, but she had pretended to
herself it was only Jacqui spanking her and the pain had seemed less.
At the end, Melissa knew her swollen breasts and drooling slit had
advertised her emotional state to the two onlookers.
Sara had started to finger the young coed, but Jacqui had put an end
to that before Melissa could achieve release. Instead, she'd had to
wait, still nude, while Jacqui received her own wax treatment.
Afterwards, the two clients had rubbed each other down with baby
oil while Sara knelt on the floor between them and sucked their
dripping cunts. In exchange for this service, Sara had hiked up her
own skirt and Jacqui had ordered Melissa to eat out the comely
stylist.
Melissa was quietly accepting when Jacqui announced they would be
returning every other week for wax treatments in the future. The
freshman had, as Jacqui'd doubtless intended, completely forgotten
about Janet until the drive home.
Now they were back, it was nearly dinnertime, and there was still no
sign of either Janet or Anne. Melissa pushed her discomfort aside
and went to confront Jacqui. "She's still not back. I know Janet
wouldn't have gone like this without saying something, Jacqui. I'm
going to call the police." The trembling brunette steeled herself to
stand up to her domineering mistress.
Surprisingly, Jacqui acquiesced. "Very well, if you must. But I
recommend you consider carefully how much you tell them.
Otherwise we might find ourselves expelled, and Janet still
missing." Melissa wasted no time in returning to her room and
dialing campus security.
It took some time to convince security, and then the police, that
Janet had not just gone off on a lark. Finally Melissa and Jacqui had
driven down to the police station to tell their story again. It was
late in the evening and Melissa was about to scream with frustration
before a missing person report grudgingly was filed. The freshman
felt drained by the time they returned to the still-empty dorm
rooms.
+++
The following morning, neither of the missing girls had returned. The
comforting routine of the morning run soothed Melissa's nerves, as
did Pam's unexpected presence. Apparently her friend was willing to
forget yesterday's scene, although all three coeds were unusually
quiet as they circled the campus.
Melissa had been putting it off, but knew she had an even more
difficult call to make. She flipped through Janet's address book, then
called Todd Mueller. His voice sounded groggy when he answered, but
he seemed to come alert quickly enough when Melissa stumbled
through her story. It was difficult for her to recount the events, and
Melissa censored most of her encounter with Janet, but the brunette
sensed that Todd didn't seem to be as surprised as she had expected.
He fired a series of questions at her. What drug had Janet been
taking? How frequently? Where was Anne? What had they told the
police? Melissa couldn't answer most of the questions, and wondered
why Todd had asked the last one. He managed to avoid giving her any
new information, thanked her for the call, and agreed they would call
if either of them learned anything new.
She had only a short time to brood over the mysterious situation
before Jacqui called Melissa next door to service another horny
young stud. Soon the willowy brunette was pushing her morbid
thoughts to the back of her mind. She spread her thighs wider and
luxuriated in the sensation of the penis that was pounding into her
creaming cunt.
+++
Melissa's concern for her missing roommate never faded. She fielded
periodic calls from Todd as well as Janet's parents, always having
no new information to share and learning nothing that would aid in
solving the mysterious disappearance of the two coeds. But as the
end of November approached, Melissa began to resign herself to the
possibility that she would never know Janet's fate.
Following a Thanksgiving with Jacqui's family that nearly made up
for being away from home, Melissa began sleeping in the queen bed
with the junior rather than remain alone in her own room. Her
schedule crowded with preparations for finals, nights spent tied in
delicious bondage, and a continuing stream of hard young men pushed
worries about Janet from Melissa's mind.
One afternoon she finally maintained her self-control, feeling a
penis jerk and spray its load inside her before reaching her own
trembling climax at Jacqui's command. It meant as much to Melissa
as the "A" she received on her programming project. She failed again
the next several days, but Melissa began to feel she would be able to
meet her mistress's expectations.
Finally the semester ended. It was a sad day when, bowing to the
inevitable, Jacqui and Melissa packed up the belongings of their
vanished suitemates. Todd stopped by to pick up Janet's things, but
was withdrawn and didn't stay long; the boxes of Anne's belongings
would be mailed to her family.
The final surprise of the semester came the day before Melissa's
departure for home. They learned that the school was requesting that
Jacqui and Melissa share a room. Melissa had been thinking about
asking to move anyway, so she quickly nodded and Jacqui informed
Josh, the dorm R.A., that Melissa would move in with her.
The next question was more intriguing; Josh asked if they would
mind forming a coed suite. Normally this was only done by mutual
consent of all potential suitemates and the administration during
room draw. In this case the school needed housing for a couple of
transfer students and this was the easiest option. Melissa stifled a
smirk, wondering why Josh was being so formal when he had fucked
her twice in the last six weeks and surely knew what went on in
their room. Jacqui finally agreed after ensuring they would be able
to switch suitemates if any problems developed.
As a result, Melissa spent the night before her flight transferring
her books and remaining clothes over to Jacqui's room. It was late
when she finished, and the freshman knew they'd have to get up early
the next morning to go to the airport. It was even later when the two
women drifted to sleep, clasping their sex-sated bodies together.
Melissa felt like she was sleepwalking when she kissed Jacqui good-
bye and squirmed out of the car at the airport. They wished each
other Merry Christmas, and Jacqui commanded Melissa to behave and
remember her instructions. Despite her fatigue, there was a bounce
in the brunette's step as she headed into the terminal -- she was
going home.
Chapter 12
Northwest flight 1561, nonstop to Minneapolis, was scheduled to
depart on time. Melissa checked her suitcase, picked up her seat
assignment and boarding pass, and strolled down the concourse. It
was hard to believe it was winter here; some people passing by were
wearing shorts even now.
Melissa knew she'd be remembering what the season was like soon
enough. She'd checked the weather forecast and the high was
supposed to be in the 20's with more snow expected that night at
home. She carried her heavy coat, untouched in the steamer trunk
until last night, over one arm, and had gloves and a scarf tucked in
her purse.
+++
The freshman had pleaded with Jacqui to dress "normally" for her
family. Following successful service of the last few boys, a lot of
begging, and finally some inspired cunnilingus, the junior had agreed.
Melissa wasn't quite sure if her family would recognize her, or what
they would think.
It wasn't traditional winter fashion, but Melissa liked the effect.
The skirt and blouse were a creamy ivory color, cut slightly more
conservatively than usual. The skirt was tight, but not clinging, and
came almost to her knees. It fastened up the back with a row of
nearly twenty buttons; she'd left the bottom four undone for
comfort. The blouse was thin, but had full-length sleeves and a
scooped front, slightly reminiscent of an oversized turtleneck,
which revealed only a hint of cleavage.
The major changes were hidden underneath. Melissa was wearing a
slip for the first time in months. She'd had to buy one for the
occasion; Jacqui had gotten rid of the ones brought from home. It
was cut low in front and lower in back, and was fairly short; Melissa
would be able to wear it with some of her other outfits. Her bra was
provocative, mostly lace, cut just above the nipples and fastened in
front, but it was hidden by the slip.
Melissa was almost regretting the panties. The sheer, extremely
high-cut French bikinis were *not* what her mother would be
expecting. The elastic waistband was pulled high up over the line of
her hips on either side and dipped to join the tiny vees of white
fabric in front and behind. It had barely covered her cheeks when
she'd dressed this morning, and Melissa could feel it creeping into the
cleft of her ass as she walked. And after having gone bare for a month,
Melissa had forgotten the sensations produced by the subtle movements of
the satin on her bare mound. It felt good, but the day would be long and
she wasn't sure when she'd be able to relieve herself.
After her continuing jogging and the last visit to the salon a few
days ago, Melissa's sleek legs really needed no help to look sexy. But
she wanted something to help protect them from the cold. Jacqui had
absolutely refused to let her get pantyhose, saying they looked
tacky. Melissa didn't want to use the garter belt -- there was no
telling what her mother would do if she found *that* in Melissa's
possession. They compromised on thigh-high hose held in place by
the wide band of lacy elastic at the top. The color was just slightly
darker than Melissa's skin.
To Jacqui's disgust, Melissa originally had planned to wear her
comfortable (and durable) sneakers for the long trip. When she had
nearly finished dressing that morning, Jacqui had dragged her in
front of the mirror and asked if running shoes were really the right
way to complete the outfit. Melissa hadn't been able to refuse the
matching ivory pumps when Jacqui handed them to her. The Nikes
were relegated to the suitcase, but on top where she could fish them
out if it looked like there was too much slush and mud in Minnesota.
The final touch was the jewelry. Janet had taken her to have her ears
pierced several months ago and helped Melissa, who had never
considered the matter before, pick out some basic earrings. They
were one of the few concrete reminders of her missing friend. Now
the brunette wore a pair of pearl studs, which matched her outfit
and complemented her dark hair and eyes.
The studs were Anne's, appropriated by Jacqui, who called them
"spoils of war." She'd refused to accept them at first, but Jacqui had
reminded her that Anne wasn't using them now and they could always
be returned if she reappeared. Melissa remembered the night Anne
had ambushed Janet, and decided it was a fair proposition. And she
loved the way they looked on her; she hadn't been able to afford
anything so expensive herself.
Self-consciously, Melissa's hand rose to touch her necklace. It was
Jacqui's Christmas present to her, a miniature version of the collar
she'd worn. The finely crafted links were each smaller than her
fingernail and surprisingly light, resulting in a chain which draped
gracefully around her neck without being overwhelmingly heavy. A
petite jeweled lock hung in front; Jacqui had produced a tiny key and
demonstrated that it was fully functional. Unlike the original, the
necklace had a standard clasp at the back so it could be removed
when not in use. Melissa had promised herself that only Jacqui would
ever remove the chain.
+++
What airport passersby saw that morning, then, was not a teenage
college freshman on her way home for the holidays. An elegantly
coifed, refined businesswoman with classic looks and stylish
clothes strode down the concourse. Melissa knew she looked good,
Jacqui had seen to that, but she was still unaware of the poise and
assurance that a semester of college classes and her special lessons
had developed.
Melissa found a seat in the crowded departure area and sat back to
wait. It looked like the flight would be very full. Even the big Boeing
757 she could see at the gate would be hard-pressed to hold the
number of people who seemed to be waiting for it. Melissa donned
her glasses, unconsciously contributing to her "corporate image," and
checked her boarding pass again. She still had a center seat. With a
sigh, Melissa leaned back and tried not to think about a long flight
smashed between two other passengers. Maybe she could at least see
out the window.
A long line of passengers queued up when the boarding announcement
was made. Melissa looked in disgust at the people carrying huge bags
onto the plane, as if trying to deal with everybody's winter coats
wasn't going to cram the overhead bins full enough already. She
stayed seated when her own row was called, preferring to wait as
long as possible before squeezing into the "flying sardine can," as
her brothers referred to the passenger jets. At least Melissa wasn't
as tall as they were.
Eventually the line at the gate shortened to a few passengers.
Melissa put her glasses on again, knowing it would make it easier to
read the seat row numbers, picked up her coat and purse, and moved
to the end of the line. Slowly she proceeded down the tunnel to the
plane, and began working her way down the center aisle.
When she reached row 19, stopped and checked her pass again. Yes,
19E was supposed to be her seat. But it was already occupied by one
of a party of really disgusting looking young men, presumably also
college students. Since they were already running their eyes over her
body, it wasn't hard to attract his attention. "Excuse me, but I think
you're sitting in my seat. 19E?" Of course, Melissa couldn't think of a
worse fate than having to sit between his two companions, but she
was determined to get home today.
Luckily, or not, depending on how she looked at it, there was no
simple solution. "Hey, babe, no way! This seat's mine all the way to
Minneapolis." He dragged a mangled boarding pass from the pocket of
his jeans and showed it to her. "Of course, maybe we could, like,
share it." His friends sniggered to each other as he patted his lap,
but Melissa wasted no time considering the offer.
A cabin attendant noticed her standing in the aisle and came to
assist. "May I help you?"
Melissa turned to her gratefully and explained. "Yes, thank you. I and
this ah, gentleman here seem to have the same seat assignment."
The stewardess examined both boarding passes and sighed. "I'm
sorry, it looks like a computer screwup." Melissa silently fumed at
the euphemism that really meant 'programmer screwup' or 'operator
screwup' -- the computer wasn't to blame in either case.
"Just take any empty seat, miss," was the stewardess's first
attempt at resolution. Melissa had barely started to scan the cabin
when the head attendant, who had overheard, spoke up. "No good, Val,
we're full in coach."
The jerk in her seat made a show of tightening his seat belt. "Finders
keepers, losers weepers, right dudes?"
She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Melissa was still
simmering from the computer comment, and this last jibe was too
much. "I *have* to get to Minneapolis!"
The two attendants huddled and reviewed their options. The image
Melissa presented weighed in her favor, as did her civility in the
face of the man's disrespect. After a last look at Melissa, the chief
stewardess made her decision. "Thanks, Val, I'll take care of this. Ms.
Bednar, could you please follow me?"
Melissa's hopes plummeted at the thought of being bumped from the
flight, but she saw no alternatives. Her gratitude was all the greater
when the attendant paused at the next partition, out of listening
range from row 19, and quietly explained. "I apologize for the
mistake. We'll seat you in first class, if that is acceptable to you?"
Acceptable? This was fantastic, she'd never flown first class to
anywhere. The attendant's slow smile showed she'd read Melissa's
response on her face, but the coed hastened offer thanks anyway,
after a quick glance at the woman's name tag. "*Very* acceptable,
thank you so much, Sandra!" Melissa scanned the small first-class
cabin, which was about three-quarters full. "Where should I sit?"
Sandra made her own quick check of the cabin before replying. "We've
boarded everyone but the standby passengers. Take any seat you like.
May I stow your coat for you?" Melissa gratefully handed her coat to
the gracious stewardess and scooted into the window seat close at
hand in the last row. Melissa sank into the rich leather seat, so much
more spacious and comfortable than what she'd been resigned to in
coach. She relaxed as Sandra hung the coat in a garment closet and
went forward to speak with the gate agent.
Soon enough, a trickle of additional passengers entered the cabin and
moved to fill the remaining empty seats. Melissa turned from the
scene outside the window as a middle-aged businessman dropped a
briefcase on the seat next to her. He removed his jacket and folded it
carefully before placing it in the overhead compartment. With an
ease that bespoke frequent practice, he whisked the briefcase under
the seat ahead and dropped into place beside Melissa, then fastened
his seat belt.
Sighing in relief, the man loosened his tie and rolled up the sleeves
of his white dress shirt. The two passengers silently sized each
other up. She guessed he might be in his late thirties, was losing
some of his sandy hair, but was still trim; not unattractive, Melissa
decided, and a good suit. Married, too, to judge by the ring on his
finger.
He, in turn, saw a beautiful woman, young enough to be a college
student, but certainly not dressed like any college student he'd seen.
The poise hinted at a higher age, maybe mid or late twenties. And
apparently single.
He decided to break the ice. "Boy, I never thought I was going to make
it on board. You think I'd learn, but here I am again, traveling on
short notice during the holiday season. One of these days I'm going to
be stranded for a week in some place like Fargo." Melissa liked his
smile. "But it looks like we're both going to escape today. Hi, I'm
Jack."
Well, the plane wasn't going anywhere yet, conversation would pass
the time. "Pleased to meet you Jack, I'm Melissa." First names only,
that was a nice touch. "I know what you mean, I almost didn't make
it here myself. But I try not to make a habit of it."
Jack sighed dramatically. "Ah, you are your own woman. Alas, I
march on company orders, while the fate of civilization hangs on my
shoulders." This was said so comically Melissa couldn't help
laughing.
Before she realized it, they were in the air, her precious window
vantage all but ignored. Melissa had learned that Jack was a VP of
Sales for a large company and frequently crisscrossed the western
states that made up his territory. Melissa had let on that she was "in
computers" but didn't mention she was only a college freshman. She'd
decided that she enjoyed being treated as a real adult and didn't
want to break the illusion she apparently presented.
Jack started describing some computerization efforts his company
was making and soliciting suggestions. Melissa was knowledgeable
about PCs even before starting college, and competently held up her
end of the conversation through the first cabin service. Her Scotch
was served to her without hesitation, increasing Melissa's
confidence, and the taste reminded her of the birthday party not so
long ago.
Here she was, just 18 years old, intelligently discussing business
strategy with a vice president who obviously admired her body. What
a change from the unsure tomboy who'd left home for the unknown
Southwest a mere four months ago! Her family would be so proud of
her.
+++
When the cabin announcement for lunch and the movie came on,
Melissa decided she'd better use the bathroom while she had the
chance. Jack graciously moved into the aisle to let her out, then
watched her walk forward, admiring the firm buttocks flexing under
the row of ivory buttons. He resumed his seat and contemplated the
possibilities. A cold shower wasn't available, so Jack settled for
twisting the overhead vents to full open.
In the lavatory, Melissa was noticing the buttons, too. They looked
good, but were a great deal more inconvenient than a zipper. She
hadn't noticed this morning, when Jacqui had helped fasten them, but
they were awkward to unfasten. Finally Melissa removed the skirt
completely, hiked up the short slip, and dropped her panties before
relieving herself.
After wiping herself, Melissa slid the panties back up her legs. Out
of force of habit, she slid two fingers into herself and rubbed them
back and forth until her juices began to flow. When Melissa stopped,
she could feel her clit throbbing with desire. Almost she started to
pull the underwear into place, but then remembered Jacqui wasn't
with her, and wouldn't be for a month.
The brunette sank back onto the toilet seat with a little sigh, and
began stroking herself more urgently. Her thoughts wandered, then
she imagined Jack fucking her on the bed in the dorm while Jacqui
looked on. It was enough to send her into orgasm; her moan was
drowned in the noise of the aircraft.
She dressed afterwards, carefully. It was even harder to fasten the
buttons properly. Melissa gave up on fastening them in front and
turning the skirt, it pulled her blouse all funny. Finally she
succeeded in fastening the top ten buttons. That was barely enough
to come down over the curve of her ass. A look in the tiny mirror
assured Melissa she was decent and her slip didn't show as long as
she didn't stride out too strongly. She checked her appearance from
ahead in the mirror and left.
The short subject "news" was already playing and lunch was being
served when Melissa stepped into the aisle. Luckily the first class
cabin was small enough that the stewardess didn't need to bring the
food cart down the aisle. Melissa walked quickly, but with short
steps, down to her row.
Jack started to get up, but she eyed the generous spacing between
the seats and motioned him to stay put. "Don't bother, I'll just slide
across."
He slid back into his seat and watched as Melissa did just that. She
was not even a foot in front of Jack's face, and he couldn't help
noticing the extra buttons undone at the bottom. Nor could he resist
the view as her sideways step over his briefcase parted the opening
before him. The gap revealed the bottom of the thin slip pulled tight
over the eggs of her buttocks and a hint of the lacy tops of her
stockings. And unless the lighting had thrown him, Jack thought that
her face was a little flushed.
Melissa settled to enjoy her meal, accompanied by a second Scotch
which Jack insisted she accept. A few minutes later, the movie
started. Melissa politely lowered her window shades, even though
she had no interest in the film, which she'd seen already in its
unedited form. It certainly wasn't worth watching on a screen
smaller than the TV at home, after the airline censors had gotten
finished butchering it.
The relative darkness of the cabin was comforting and reminded
Melissa she hadn't gotten much sleep last night. When Sandra came
by to collect the lunch service, Melissa asked for a blanket and
pillow. Soon she lay back to nap, warmed by the blanket and
impressed again with the amount of space available to the first
class passengers. Jack turned on his reading light and began working
on some notes; the low hum of the plane and scratching of his pencil
on the paper lulled Melissa to sleep.
+++
A faintly pleasurable sensation brought Melissa slowly out of her
slumber. Jack's hand was gently rubbing her knee. She opened her
eyes and found his light had been turned off; the shape of his hand
moving under her blanket was just visible in the dim illumination.
When the orbiting hand began to drift up her leg under her skirt,
Melissa's pussy began to leak into her panties but she pinned Jack's
hand with her own.
He twisted his wrist to catch her, then slowly withdrew both hands
from under the blanket. Melissa watched without saying a word as
Jack pressed her palm against his crotch, hidden beneath the still
lowered tray table. She felt him bulge beneath his slacks and
squeezed slightly, tracing the outline of his organ with her
fingertips. Now caught up by her excitement, the aroused brunette
did not resist as his hand returned to her thigh and slipped under the
skirt.
Melissa closed her eyes and slid down in the seat, parting her legs to
allow the intruder easier access. Her breathing had deepened and her
lips parted in an unvocalized sigh; the sight of her like this fueled
Jack's own arousal. While his left hand continued its journey past
the tops of the girl's stockings, his right hand pulled hers to his
zipper. Slowly she pulled it down, then reached into the fly of his
undershorts to wrap her hand about his throbbing member. Melissa
reached further, to caress the heavy sack nesting between his legs,
before retreating and pulling the swollen penis into the cool cabin
air.
Delicately Jack began to stroke the surface of the moist panties
hidden beneath the ivory skirt and was excited to feel only bare
flesh, no hair, beneath the lacy fabric. His cock jerked and several
drops of precome glistened at its tip. They were quickly detected by
Melissa, who was slowly jerking him; she ran a finger over the
bulbous head to collect the syrup, then transferred it to her mouth.
The exquisite hand job soon resumed, the strokes coming more
quickly as Jack pushed Melissa's panties aside and inserted his
fingers into her soaking cleft. She knew she was nearing her climax
when her hips started to ride up off the seat, but Melissa wanted
Jack to come first. And it wouldn't do to get semen on his nice suit.
Melissa took Jack by surprise when she suddenly pushed his tray
table up into seat ahead and locked it. She pulled his hand from
between her legs and rolled over to take him deep into her mouth.
Jack looked frantically across the aisle, but the couple there were still
engrossed in the movie. Their headphones apparently masked the
liquid sounds of his saliva-covered prick moving in and out of
Melissa's warm mouth.
Quickly Jack lost interest in his surroundings as Melissa continued
to suck and lick his shaft while massaging his balls through his
slacks. Soon he was spurting jets of thick semen down her throat
and trying not to cry out. Melissa had just finished licking him clean
when the other passengers began opening their shades and they
realized the movie had ended.
Melissa sat back in her seat as Jack hurriedly stuffed his cock back
into his pants and zipped his fly. She was still filled with a burning
craving that would be difficult to satisfy now. "Jack, I need you in
me. I want it so bad."
Already the plane was making its descent, but the passengers
heading up front gave Jack an idea. "The bathrooms. Watch which one
I go in. Wait a minute, then follow me in, I'll leave it unlocked."
Suiting action to words, he rose and headed forward.
Soon after, Melissa followed him up the aisle, wondering if any of
the passengers would notice a second person entering the lavatory.
In any event, she made it inside and was in Jack's arms even before
she could lock the door.
Their tongues lashed against each other, but Melissa wanted more,
wanted Jack's delicious cock thrusting inside her. "Fuck me hard,
Jack." He began fumbling with her skirt, but Melissa solved the
problem by leaning against the wall over the toilet with her legs
spread as far as the small compartment would allow. Again the skirt
parted to provide ready access to her waiting cunt.
Jack wasted no time in withdrawing his hardening cock, pushing the
bottom of her slip up just a bit, and thrusting past the panties into
Melissa's dripping slit. Melissa reveled in the sensation as the prick
moved in and out of her. She suddenly thought of the aftermath, the
semen draining back out of her and down her legs, and no chance to
clean up. Fortunately a simple solution presented itself. "I want it up
the ass," she cried, "Ream me up my butt!"
He backed up and tugged Melissa's panties down. She had to pull her
legs together before they could drop to her ankles and she could get
one foot free. Quickly she was back in position, even as the speaker
announced that all passengers should return to their seats and
fasten their belts for landing.
Her ass opened easily for Jack, and the hot, slick hole molded itself
to him as he pumped rapidly in and out with long, hard strokes.
Melissa shuddered violently and cried with the force of her orgasm.
The sight of the gorgeous girl he hadn't known until a few hours ago
climaxing while he violated her ass was enough to bring Jack off
again, and he ejaculated into her milking bowels.
Jack quickly fastened his slacks and exited the cubicle, mindful of
the earlier cabin announcement. Melissa was still leaning against
the wall and panting, a few drops of come leaking from her
twitching sphincter, basking in the glow of another successful
conquest, when Sandra unexpectedly opened the lavatory door. The
stewardess's face flushed red then white as she took in the scene.
Melissa turned and could only come up with, "Oh, hi, Sandra."
Grimly, the outraged attendant stepped in and slapped Melissa across
the face. "You slut!" She turned Melissa around and showered more
blows on her. "Disgusting whore! How dare you perform such
perversions on my plane?"
To the freshman, it was just like Jacqui's beatings, and the blows
produced the same pleasurable heat in her body. She closed her eyes
and started moaning, which brought a righteous smile to Sandra's
face. When Melissa began gasping, "Oh yes, please, more! I've been a
bad girl!" horrified realization transformed the attendant's face and
she backed away from Melissa as if the brunette were a leper. "Get
back to your seat now, or I'll inform the Captain!" The lavatory door
slammed closed and Melissa was left alone again.
Fright returned Melissa to her senses, and she decided it would not
be wise to risk discovering if Sandra was bluffing. Regretfully, the
quivering coed pulled her panties back into place, trusting them to
contain any fluid that might escape her tight sphincter. The slip was
tugged down and smoothed with quick brushes of her hands.
Remembering how easily Jack had penetrated her, Melissa decided
she needed to fasten a few more of the buttons on her skirt, although
it took precious time.
A look in the mirror revealed a red mark across one cheek where
Sandra had slapped her. Hopefully it would not be too noticeable if
she was careful not to look at anybody. And with luck, it would fade
to obscurity before she made it into the airport terminal. Melissa
quickly returned to her seat, slid across in front of Jack again, and
buckled up just as the plane crossed the airport boundary.
"Thank you for keeping me company," she said to Jack as the plane
taxied to the terminal gate.
"It was my pleasure, Melissa, I assure you," he replied with a
knowing smile. "Do you have any plans here? Will somebody be
meeting you?"
It was hard to disappoint him, but this had been only a casual
dalliance. And she really did have plans. "Yes, my family will be
meeting me. Maybe on another trip?" Both knew they would never see
each other again.
They rose with the others and Jack retrieved his jacket from the
overhead compartment. Standing with the others, the two wished
each other Merry Christmas, then moved to disembark. Another
advantage to flying first class, Melissa decided, you don't have to
wait to get off. Pun intended, she thought with a giggle.
She collected her coat as she passed the closet, then queued out the
door. Sandra very pointedly did not thank her for flying Northwest,
but Melissa didn't care. Jack was just another faceless passenger
now as Melissa took the last steps out into the terminal lobby and
looked for her reception committee.
Melissa scanned the crowd and quickly located her brother, John, and
his wife, Amy. It was an easy task for the brunette since he was tall
enough to stand out and still looked just as she remembered. She
pushed her way across the packed waiting area and had almost
reached him before Melissa saw the double-take and welcoming
smile.
Two of his long strides closed the remaining gap. Before Melissa
could say anything, John asked her, "Excuse me, have you seen my
sister? She's a little brat about your size, went away to school to
become a computer nerd. She's supposed to be on this flight, but I
don't see her anywhere."
Melissa shrieked, "John!" and punched him in the shoulder, then he
pulled her into a bear hug that lifted her feet from the floor. After a
long moment he set her down again and held her at arm's length.
"I can't believe the way you look. Dad will probably have a stroke
when you walk into the house. And you cut your hair! Has the world
ended?"
"Oh be quiet!" Amy interjected. "Ignore him, Lissa, you know men get
this way around a beautiful woman. And welcome home." Melissa
hugged her sister-in-law, then the trio linked arms, John in the
middle, and headed for the baggage claim. In about an hour, the coed
would truly be home.
Chapter 13
When the car stopped in the driveway, Melissa dashed for the
warmth of the house, leaving John to bring her suitcase. The coat
wasn't enough after the months spent in the sunny Southwest.
Although it was still early in the evening, the short winter day had
already passed into darkness, but the welcoming porch light
illuminated her path.
I'm glad I beat the storm, Melissa thought, these shoes would be
murder in snow or on ice. She carefully mounted the front steps and
was just about to open the front door when her parents, alerted by
the noise of the car, beat her to it.
Melissa threw herself into her mother's open arms and the two
Bednar women held each other close, shedding tears of joy at their
reunion. Her father waited patiently to usher John and Amy in the
door before closing it, then Melissa was hugging him as well. "It's
good to be home again," Melissa sighed blissfully, "but I think my
blood has forgotten about winter!"
They all laughed, then her mother urged her to come and get a bite to
eat in the kitchen. Her father, Henry, playing the gracious host,
offered to take her outerwear. Melissa unwound the wool scarf from
her neck and unbuttoned the heavy coat, finally revealing her new,
short curls and then her costume. John and Amy wore wide grins of
anticipation as Henry exclaimed, "Why Lissa, your hair is so short!..."
Melissa couldn't remember the last time he'd been at a loss for
words.
Ellen Bednar, halfway to the kitchen, turned back when she heard her
husband's comment. Melissa watched her mother's eyes widen in
surprise, then glared at John, who had started laughing. She looked
back again at her mother, who was walking slowly back toward her.
"What do you think, Mom? Do you like it?"
A pleased smile gradually appeared on Ellen's face. "My Lord, Lissa,
you must finally be growing up! I can't believe it, I don't think I'd
recognize you if we passed on the street. I can't remember the last
time I saw you wearing something besides jeans. Here, model for
me."
Happily, Melissa pirouetted and walked a circle around the room,
showing off the graceful lines of the skirt and blouse. "Don't say
good-bye to the jeans yet, Mom. I nearly froze my legs off in this
skirt!"
John took the coat from Henry, who seemed to have forgotten it, and
commented, "Kind of a shock to realize you only have three sons and
not four, eh, Dad?"
Amy joined in the gentle teasing, "Don't worry, you got used to a
daughter-in-law, a daughter's almost exactly the same thing."
Henry shook himself back to reality and answered, "Perhaps, but it's
still a shock. I raise Lissa for 17 years, then let her out of my sight
for one semester and *this* happens!"
Soon they were all gathered around the kitchen table, sipping coffee
or hot chocolate, while Melissa entertained them with stories of her
first semester away from home. The tale, while true, left unspoken
her more exotic extracurricular activities, and glossed over the
reasons Janet had "dropped out." That left plenty to talk about, and
Melissa was still going strong, assisted by a favorable jet lag, when
the rest of the family began yawning.
"Oh, I'm sorry, it's getting late, isn't it?" the teen asked. "I'd better
get to bed too, I don't want to sleep in too late. I have some final
Christmas shopping to do."
The remark evidently triggered a memory inside her father's head.
"That reminds me, Wendy called earlier today. She wants you to give
her a call, she mentioned doing some shopping too."
Melissa decided she'd call first thing the next morning; it would be
great to see Wendy again and have a chance to catch up on the real
gossip. "Fine, I'll give her a ring tomorrow. I assume you haven't
given away my room?"
The question was rhetorical, but her mother answered anyway. "It's
still just the way you left it. I'm sure you can get John to carry your
suitcase upstairs. There's a towel and washcloth for you in the
bathroom."
A few minutes later, Melissa was alone in her room. It was
comfortingly familiar, but somehow it looked different after a few
months away. She couldn't help smiling at the strange contrast
between the determinedly feminine comforter her mother had picked
out and the posters on the wall: "Tron" surrounded by famous
baseball players. Neither was a perfect match for the clothes she'd
finished hanging in the closet.
Sighing, she kicked off her pumps and started working on the buttons
on her blouse and skirt. Once free of them, Melissa pulled her slip
over her head and felt the goose bumps start to rise on her bare skin.
She unhooked the bra and tossed it in drawer with her other lingerie,
then slid her still-damp panties down her long legs.
Melissa stooped to pick them up, then held them to her face and
inhaled. Her own scent came strongly to the teen, along with a subtle
trace of another. Carefully, Melissa licked them clean of the few
drops of semen that had escaped her ass, then decided they'd pass
muster. She couldn't hide them from her mother forever, and Melissa
couldn't visualize her sniffing underwear for telltale clues. Best to
proceed as if nothing was amiss.
The panties went into the hamper, then Melissa pulled on her
favorite Twins sweatshirt. It was much too heavy for school, but
perfect for a night like this. Now a little warmer, she sat on the bed
and rolled the stockings down her legs. They too were tossed in the
hamper.
The alarm clock was set for 9, a precaution Melissa thought she
might need on account of the time change. Then she turned out the light
and wriggled under the blankets until she was comfortable. The old bed
was better by a long shot than the one at school, and even Jacqui's
bed wasn't really the same. Of course, it came with Jacqui -- no,
Melissa told herself, best not to think about that. Think about
vacation instead. She fell asleep planning her day with Wendy.
+++
Gentle music dragged Melissa from her dreams the next morning. Her
clit was throbbing and she realized she'd trapped her hand between
her moist thighs. Well, it wasn't much of a surprise, considering that
her body was used to going jogging each morning about this time.
Melissa huddled in the warmth of the bed, lazily stroking herself,
and looked out the window; she could see the snow falling outside. It
looked like morning jogs would be off for this trip.
It was pleasant, lying awake listening to the tinny speaker in the old
clock-radio, and not having to get up. Melissa listened until the
weather forecast came on and learned the light snow was expected
to continue most of the day with the temperature struggling into the
mid-20's. She nearly rolled over at that and went back to sleep, but
that wasn't the game plan she had laid out for the day.
Regretfully, Melissa dragged herself out from under the covers, then
realized she'd forgotten to pack her fuzzy robe. No doubt it was still
hanging on the bathroom door back at school. Well, the sweatshirt
should be long enough, at least for family. Quietly, she opened the
door and crept down the hall to the bathroom.
She'd almost made it when she heard a low wolf whistle. "Wow, nice
cheeks, Sis! That how you dress at school?"
Melissa's face flamed and she hauled down on the bottom of the
sweatshirt with both hands as she whirled to face Alan. The
youngest of her brothers, only two years older than Melissa,
sauntered down the hallway towards her.
"Alan! When did you get in?" Melissa considered, for a second,
hugging him, but modesty won out and her hands remained in place.
The two siblings assessed each other as Alan responded, "We drove
up from school last night, got in just around breakfast. If the girls in
Chicago were as cute as you, I might not have been in such a hurry,
but as it is, I'm kinda wasted. So if you'll excuse me, I'll crash for a
few hours. But you have to promise we can catch up later."
Melissa giggled; Alan's eyes did look pretty bloodshot up close and
his face was covered with stubble. "Go on, get your beauty sleep, it
looks like you need it. I'll be around for almost a month, there'll be
plenty of time to talk." Placated, he continued down the hall to his
own room and entered. The thump of his still-clothed body hitting
the bed was distinctly audible -- it was nice to know some things
hadn't changed.
Still smiling, the young brunette walked into the bathroom and
closed the door. Melissa tugged off the sweatshirt and hung it on the
back of the door, then stood in front of the mirror and ran her hands
over her sleek body as she considered her morning toilette. Her skin
was still soft and smooth. The last waxing hadn't been that long ago,
and additional electrolysis treatments had ensured her armpits, the
only other real problem area, would remain as bare as her pubic
mound.
Melissa's fingers found and absently traced the barely discernible
mark on her upper arm that was the only visible sign of her
contraceptive implant. When Jacqui had first mentioned a birth
control prescription, Melissa had thought of the Pill. Instead, she'd
somehow wangled a spot in the clinical trials of the new product that was
already wildly popular in Europe. No side effects, no medication to
remember, and she was protected for at least two years. Melissa
still wasn't sure her selection was completely aboveboard, but she
had to admit she fit the patient profile of "sexually active women
under age 30 not using other forms of birth control."
*Very* active, Melissa corrected herself with a smile, thinking
again of the flight out. She frowned as her roaming fingers detected
traces of stickiness around her anus. Well, an enema and a shower
would take care of that. Her travel bag was still on the floor where
she'd left it last night; Melissa opened it and extracted an enema
bulb from the bottom. It wouldn't be nearly as satisfying as one of
Jacqui's enemas, but the full bag and hose took up too much space,
and assistants were in short supply.
She filled the sink with warm water and added a few drops of bath
oil. The pleasant fragrance reached Melissa's nose as she squeezed
the bulb, then dipped the tip into the sink and drew in the water.
Turning it upright, she pressed out the remaining air, then repeated
the filling process to bring the bulb to full capacity.
Melissa spread her legs and leaned forward over the sink. She teased
herself, running the tip of the nozzle up and down her crack and then
circling her puckered anus. Then the tip was positioned in place, and
she relaxed the tight muscle and pressed the rubber into herself
with a sigh. A gentle squeeze flushed the warm water into her
rectum.
It wasn't enough. The kinky teen withdrew and refilled the bulb two
more times before she began to feel the pleasurable pressure in her
bowels she craved. Reveling in the ability of her tight ass to hold
back the water, Melissa drained the sink and washed the bulb before
returning it to its hiding place. Standing again in front of the mirror,
she toyed absently with her necklace, then her hands gravitated to
her firm breasts.
Inevitably the fondling gave way to masturbation. Melissa was
beginning to think about sitting on the toilet, just in case, when the
decision was made for her by a knock on the bathroom door. Horrified
at the thought of discovery, she threw herself on the toilet seat and
asked, in as normal a voice as she could manage, "Who is it?"
"It's Amy," came the answer through the door. "May I come in for a
moment? I think I left my rings on the counter by the sink." It was a
reasonable request, one Melissa wouldn't have hesitated to grant
half a year ago.
Quickly she grabbed an old Sports Illustrated out of the basket next
to the toilet and opened it across her lap to conceal her naked sex.
Taking a deep breath and clamping down hard on her tiring sphincter,
Melissa called, "Come in."
Amy slid in the door and closed it behind her. "Thanks, Lissa. Oh, sure
enough, here they are!" The offending engagement and wedding bands
were returned to Amy's finger, but instead of leaving immediately,
she started brushing her hair and chatting to Melissa. The teen was
painfully aware of her stiff nipples and the growing pressure in her
bowels. But as on her outings with Jacqui and the flight out, the need
to conceal her excitement only fueled Melissa's arousal.
Giving up on her pretense of reading the magazine, Melissa wondered
how her sister-in-law would react if she discovered what was going
on. Amy had seemed a little wild when John started dating her a few
years ago, but that was the viewpoint of a very young and naive high
school freshman. The straining brunette could feel herself reaching a
peak, and knew she'd have an answer to her question if she wasn't careful.
Oblivious to Melissa's state, Amy finally put down the brush, but
instead of leaving she turned to face Melissa and perched on the edge
of the counter. "You know, Lissa, I was as surprised as John last
night. I knew you'd finally blossom, anybody with eyes could see
that, but I didn't expect it to happen so quickly."
Melissa could feel Amy actually looking at her for the first time
that morning. "I hope I'm not embarrassing you, but you looked so
good in that outfit. And I'd kill to have tits like yours." Amy's eyes
narrowed slightly. "How did you avoid getting any tan lines?"
Melissa couldn't hold back any longer and reached an explosive
climax. She shuddered and involuntarily crumpled the magazine in
her hands as the fire swept through her. The ring of her anus relaxed
and allowed the water in her bowels to surge into the toilet. Quickly
she looked up at Amy, who had jumped to her feet and was looking at
Melissa in concern.
"My God! Lissa, are you all right?" Well, no option now, the teen
thought. She managed a weak smile before responding, "Yes, I'm fine.
Really. I was just, ah, well, you walked in, um... I was giving myself
an enema."
It didn't make sense to Amy. "An enema? But it looked so painful,
why would you do that to yourself?"
The blush covered Melissa's face and spread down to her breasts as
she explained the misunderstanding. "No, it isn't painful at all, just a
little pressure. In fact, ah, I like it. It can be very pleasurable." The
next part was the hardest to get out. "It's just that, um, I was
feeling really good and you came in, so I tried to hold it in, much
longer than usual... Well, anyway, it wasn't pain. I had an orgasm."
Amy's face was red now, too, as she understood what had happened.
"God, I feel *so* embarrassed. Why didn't you just ask me to leave?
It didn't occur to me you'd mind talking."
Melissa considered carefully, "I was being polite. And I like talking
with you, you're my only sister... although I admit I don't remember
much of what you said." The shared laugh lightened the atmosphere
in the room considerably.
Melissa knew she should leave the explanation at that, but she was
still glowing and the words ran off her tongue before she could
recall them. "Besides, it was exciting. Coming in front of somebody
who wasn't expecting it. I almost couldn't help myself." The silence
stretched, and Melissa wondered if she hadn't just made a huge
mistake.
"Well," Amy finally pronounced, "I thought *I* had a wild college
life. We'll have to chat again about what they're teaching you at that
school of yours, Lissa. Some time when the boys aren't around. But
you'll have to excuse me now, I'm sure John's wondering what's
taking me so long to prepare for our shopping trip. See you at dinner!"
With that she was gone, leaving Melissa to slump against the back of
the toilet in relief. A few minutes later she was relaxing even
further in the steamy shower, soaping the last lingering secretions
from her body. A final rubdown with some bath oil left Melissa's skin
feeling sleek and sensual, then she buffed herself dry with the fuzzy
terry cloth towel. A quick dash down the hall returned the teen to
the relative sanctuary of her own room.
After checking the time, Melissa lifted the phone and dialed Wendy's
number from memory. The gruff voice that answered was
reassuringly familiar. "Hi, Mr. Hudson. Is Wendy home?" Evidently he
hadn't forgotten her voice, either.
"Lissa! Happy Holidays! I swear this phone doesn't ring half as much
as it used to since you went off to school; it's good to hear your
voice again. My daughter's one step ahead of you though, she just left
for your place not five minutes ago."
That meant Wendy would arrive shortly. The trip wasn't much over
ten minutes, even on a day like today. "Thanks, Mr. Hudson, I better
finish getting ready, then. Happy Holidays to you, too!" Melissa hung
up and started looking over her clothes. Definitely something casual,
and warm, was called for.
Melissa grabbed a pair of panties and pulled them on. They weren't
casual or warm, but hopefully nobody else would know. Her bras
were even worse. After a moment of thought, she put them out of
mind and found a plain white T-shirt and pulled it on. It was one of
her old ones, really a size too small now, but it served its purpose;
the Minnesota Twins sweatshirt went back on over top of it.
A pair of heavy corduroy pants, still hanging in the closet from last
winter, and her grungy "winter boots" over woolen socks rounded out
Melissa's outfit. She was just pulling on the boots when Wendy
pounded on the bedroom door and bounced into the room.
"Lissa, how are you? It seems like it's been forever! You *did* cut
your hair, your mom was telling me about it, you look so good!"
Finally she ran out of breath and the two reunited friends hugged
each other fiercely. Melissa found herself fighting the temptation to
grind her mound against her friend's thigh and stepped back to a
safer distance.
Wendy was looking pretty good herself, Melissa decided; not exactly
a beauty, but pretty and extremely extroverted. Bemused, Melissa
listened as Wendy outlined her plans for their activities over the
coming weeks -- it felt like nothing had changed while she was
away. Nothing except herself.
+++
Melissa's nineteenth Christmas was all she had hoped for. The entire
family gathered in front of the tree during the morning, as they
always did, to open their presents. The fragrance of the pine needles
and the changing patterns of colored shadows projected on the
ceiling by the flashing lights on the tree brought back warm
childhood memories of past years and wonderful toys. The gifts were
perhaps not as flashy this year, but deeply appreciated nevertheless.
The rest of the day passed companionably as they overdosed on
college football. After a few hours, the men were left to watch on
their own. Ellen started work on dinner, Amy decided she needed a
bath, and Melissa went up to her room to take a phone call from
Wendy. The two friends chatted about their gifts, and Wendy
mentioned that she'd gotten invitations to a great New Year's Eve
party. The conversation was cut short when Wendy had to leave with
her family to drive to her grandparent's house for dinner.
Melissa hung up and lay back on the bed. She thought about heading
downstairs again, but decided not to. Football had never been her
favorite sport, and she'd been too busy to pay much attention to the
standings this season. More bluntly, she was itching for her
afternoon fuck. An unexpected wave of longing made Melissa realize
that she missed Jacqui, much more than she'd expected.
Chapter 14
As Wendy described it, the lingerie party New Year's Eve was "like a
Tupperware party but with underwear instead of Tupperware." It was
being hosted by Michelle Grant, whom Melissa remembered as one of
the more popular girls at school. Lissa the tomboy hadn't had much to
do with that clique back in high school, but apparently Wendy and
Michelle were on closer terms now.
Michelle's parents would be away at a firm party in Chicago, so
Michelle's guests would have the run of the house. Wendy had
indicated about twenty girls and a few lucky guys would be in
attendance, together with a sales representative from the company.
There would be a large selection of lingerie "and some other stuff"
that the girls would model. As a social event, it sounded to Melissa
like a bust, but Wendy was excited about it and there might be
something nice Melissa could buy for Jacqui.
Melissa opted for a dark leotard and slacks, with the Italian sweater
she'd just gotten from her parents over top. It had a nice design,
even if it was a bit bulky on her, but she could push up the sleeves or
take it off if the heat got to be too much. Her concessions to
dressiness were the pearl studs in her ears and, of course, the
locket.
Armed with her checkbook, coat, scarf and gloves, she was ready to
depart when Wendy arrived just before 8. Her brothers had departed
for another party, so Melissa made her good-byes to her parents and
reminded them not to wait up for her.
She hopped into the passenger side of Wendy's '72 "land ark" and
buckled in as they slewed off down the snow-covered road. Wendy
looked good in the red jumper and Christmas print blouse she was
wearing, although Melissa couldn't understand how her friend kept
from freezing, even if the heater was running full blast.
+++
Quite a few cars were already parked in the Grant's driveway when
they arrived, so Wendy found a space on the street and the two
walked up the sidewalk to the front door. A few moments after they
rang the doorbell, Michelle opened the door and welcomed them in.
"Wendy, come in, welcome! And Lissa, isn't it, I almost didn't
recognize you! Just throw your coats anywhere, the closet's already
full, then come in, everybody's in the living room." Michelle was
wearing a cocktail dress and heels. Melissa complemented her on the
look, but thought that the desired effect wasn't quite there. It was
something Janet and Jacqui had taught her to look for.
Several pounds lighter, they walked into the living room to join the
party. Melissa casually surveyed the gathering and decided it was
nearly a social "Who's Who" of her high school year. Many of the best-
looking girls from school were present, with a few new, but equally
beautiful, faces. The men were a definite minority, but she saw Doug
Matthews, Michelle's steady, and a few others in attendance.
Most of the women had dressed up for the occasion, and Melissa was
glad she'd decided on the sweater. It was still a little on the casual
side, but it complemented her looks. And those, she knew, had
improved a great deal from the last year, courtesy of a killer
hairstyle and some subtle makeup. Better class than glitz, Melissa
thought.
Concentrating how Jacqui would carry herself, she got some eggnog
and started making the rounds. Except for Wendy, Melissa didn't
really know any of the other guests; she hadn't moved in this social
circle. A flash of familiar hair the color of burnished flame caught
Melissa's attention. The tresses, still as gorgeous as ever, belonged
to Nikki Smoldt, the only member of Michelle's crowd Melissa
credited with any real intelligence. They'd gotten to know each other
slightly as two of the only six members of the last semester's
organic chemistry course. Of course, Melissa wasn't sure if Nikki
would deign to talk with her in present company.
If a number of the guests were surprised at her metamorphosis from
the gangly outcast of last year, they for the most part still
underestimated the actual change. They quietly envied the face and
hair, but still saw only pants and a formless sweater in place of
jeans and a sweatshirt. Only a few noticed the underlying grace and
recently developed confidence that made her the most attractive
woman in the room.
One of those perceptive individuals was Doug Matthews, who earned
an elbow in the ribs and a glare from Michelle when she noticed his
attention had drifted from herself. Another was the visiting sales
representative, who'd had the advantage of seeing Melissa's new look
before. Melissa nearly dropped her eggnog when she realized who had
intercepted her. "Amy! What are you doing here?"
Laughing, Amy tapped the breast of her suit jacket, which was
adorned with a name tag: "Amy L. Johannsen, Marketing Associate,
Sweet Dreams Ltd." Catching her breath, she added, "I'm the official
purveyor of merchandise for this assembly. What's your excuse?"
"Well," Melissa began, "it's a homework assignment. You know, for
those classes we were talking about. Does John know where you
are?"
Amy rolled her eyes theatrically. "Of course. He lost interest in
these jobs when he discovered I don't actually do any modeling
myself. You see," she leered, "he gets private preview showings at
home." Both of them giggled furiously.
Michelle wandered over, attracted by the laughter. "You two know
each other?" she asked curiously.
The two replied in unison, "Know each other? She's my sister-in-
law!" "I use my maiden name at work," Amy added by way of
explanation.
Michelle decided it was time to regain control of the party before
Melissa's disruptive influence spread. "It looks like everybody's
here. Why don't we start the show?"
Amy was suddenly all business. "Okay. I'll go make sure everything's
laid out in the bedroom, you can send back the first volunteers and
get things rolling." With a nod, Michelle turned and began calling for
attention. Amy started toward the hall, but Melissa grabbed her arm
for a moment.
"Let me know if there's anything I can do to help, Amy." After getting
a quick smile in reply, Melissa started looking for Wendy.
The crowd came slowly to order. Wendy had saved her a small spot at
the end of one of the crowded couches, but Melissa elected to sprawl
on the floor and leaned against the arm of the couch. It certainly
gave her more room to stretch, and with the pants she had no need to
worry about modesty. Her friend leaned over and whispered to
Melissa, "I don't know what it is, but you look really great tonight. I
saw the way Doug was watching you earlier. Can you believe it?"
Melissa turned and whispered back, "I can't, but I think Michelle can.
I don't think she'd be very happy about my crashing her party and
taking her boyfriend." Wendy started to protest that they were not
party crashers, but Michelle started her announcement and everybody
turned to listen.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I hope you're enjoying
yourselves tonight." Cheers from the girls and wolf whistles from
the guys confirmed the crowd was in a good mood. The bounty of the
liquor cabinet hadn't hurt much, either.
"We've got a very special show planned for you, put on by our very
own glamour models." She dropped a curtsy and gestured to the
audience and the girls peering around the corner of the hall entrance
as the applause returned more loudly. "Thank you. First I'd like to
introduce Ms. Amy Johannsen, of Sweet Dreams Limited, who will
explain what you'll be seeing tonight. Amy?"
Amy moved confidently into the center of the room as if she'd done
this hundreds of times. Which, Melissa reflected, she probably had.
"Thanks, Michelle. Hello, all. Now I hope you all know what we're
planning and that we don't have any faint hearts in the audience." She
grinned as one of the men quipped, "Be still, my beating heart!" and
was shushed by his neighbors.
Amy continued, "Sweet Dreams is a distributor of intimate apparel
and marital aids. We don't sell through stores, although some of our
suppliers also market to retailers. We sell by sponsoring parties like
this one, where you can try out and examine our products in what
hopefully is a comfortable and non-threatening environment. Your
hostess Michelle and some of her friends have graciously
volunteered to model a number of outfits. Some are practical, some
aren't; some are fairly modest; some aren't." This got a few whistles
and yells from the audience.
"Although we're focusing primarily on the ladies, I have brought
along a few outfits for the men to try -- I understand Michelle is
still looking for a volunteer."
A few of his friends began elbowing Doug and chanting, "Doug! Doug!
Doug!" After a more or less graceful surrender, everybody cheered.
When the room quieted again, Amy resumed her introduction. "We
also have a few other items which we'll be passing around for your
inspection during breaks in the action. I don't know what exactly
we'll be seeing tonight, but please remember it takes real courage to
stand up here wearing some of these outfits, even in front of
friends. I hope you'll be a considerate and supportive audience."
Amy checked with Michelle, who nodded to indicate she was ready,
before announcing, "It looks like we're ready to roll, so I'm going to
fade into the scenery and turn things back over to Michelle. If you
have any questions, please don't hesitate to ask myself or Michelle.
Thank you and have a great evening. Michelle, ladies?"
Acknowledging the cheers, Amy began moved aside and began
clapping herself as Michelle returned to center stage. "Okay, okay,
already," she smiled, waiting for the boys to settle down. "We're
going to start with the nightgowns to get our courage up. Nikki?"
Nikki was extremely nervous, although the full-length gown revealed
nothing and it was clear to Melissa she was wearing a bra and
panties underneath. The members of the audience were quiet, unsure
exactly how to react, as she walked slowly out to the center of the
room. Nikki turned about a few times, and moved more quickly back
to the relative safety of the bedroom.
Just as she reached the hall, one of the girls shouted, "Way to go,
Nikki!" and the model flashed a grateful smile over her shoulder
before scampering out of sight. The remark cut the tension and
everyone laughed nervously, but the worst was over. More
confidently, the volunteers began cycling through the room, wearing
progressively racier gowns, as those watching whispered to each
other or occasionally cheered an especially good presentation.
When they reached the first break, Melissa still hadn't seen anything
that really impressed her, clothes or models. So far, everyone had
followed Nikki's lead and kept their underwear on. And,
unsurprisingly, nobody had measured up to the tapes of Jacqui she'd
seen. It would be interesting to see if that trend continued for the
camis and baby dolls that apparently were next.
In the meantime, Melissa laughed with everybody else as Michelle,
Nikki and helpers dragged a protesting Doug off to try the men's
swimsuits and G-strings. That at least would be worth watching.
She was distracted by a buzzing behind her and a sudden touch on the
back of her neck. Wendy and some of the others giggled as Melissa
reached back and found herself holding a live vibrator, one of the
hand-arounds Amy had mentioned.
What the heck, Melissa thought, and shocked those behind her into
silence or louder giggles by running the vibrator down the front of
her sweater and along the inner side of her leg. Almost no sensation
made it through the thick fabric, but it was enough to kindle a faint
tingling in her pussy.
Affecting a high, squeaky voice, she asked, "But what do you do with
it? Mix drinks?" The others roared with laughter, and those further
down the way asked what the joke was and laughed in turn as it was
relayed to them.
Melissa realized she was actually being accepted as part of the
group, something she hadn't expected and actually liked. To cover her
confusion, she rolled to her feet and walked over to Amy on the
pretense of returning the vibrator. "Here, I think you dropped this."
Amy accepted the instrument before asking, "Well, what do you
think?"
The teen raised one eyebrow, a technique she'd perfected after years
of practice and Star Trek reruns. "The vibrator or the show? Well,
except for the vibrator, I haven't seen anything I couldn't find in a
Sears catalog."
Amy smiled but shook her head. "You didn't look on the right page!
Seriously, don't fret, Lissa. I've seen a few of these shows before,
give everyone a chance. They're loosening up, they'll do okay. Oh, my."
Melissa frowned at the non sequitur, then realized the comment was
being echoed, in varying degrees, by the other occupants of the room.
She turned to see Doug, clad only in a brief Speedo bikini, being
pushed into the center of the room. He was blushing furiously under
the attention and his male friends were ribbing him unmercifully.
He reminded Melissa of herself during those first weeks under
Jacqui's tutelage, she realized. Her juices began dampening her
leotard even before she visualized his cock free of its confinement,
hardening as she spread herself for him...
Other, older memories of an awkward tomboy came just as readily.
Melissa had never enjoyed being the target of these snobs'
attentions. Joe Hamed was being especially obnoxious, pointing out
the wide bands between the nylon and the faint tan lines on Doug's
body. It didn't seem fair.
Almost before she realized it, Melissa had walked over to the rest of
them and cracked, "Jeez, Joe, haven't you ever seen a guy in a
swimsuit before?" Suddenly she was the center of attention.
Joe stared at her for a minute as if he couldn't believe she'd
intervened. "Yeah, I have," he quipped, "but never looking like that!"
Glancing at Doug, Melissa decided he didn't look bad at all, except for
being nervous. "I don't know, I think I'd take him..." She spared him a
reassuring smile before turning back to Joe. "But that's beside the
point. You've got a big mouth for somebody who doesn't have the guts
to try one himself," she concluded.
Immediately, Joe came back with, "I don't see you've shown us
anything, either."
Well, fine, that was easy enough. Melissa turned to Michelle and
asked, "there are other swimsuits back there?" She nodded then
opened her mouth, but Melissa didn't give her a chance to say
anything more.
"Okay, we'll both do some modeling. I'll pick out a suit for you to
wear, and you can pick out a swimsuit for me. Agreed?" Out of the
corner of her eye, Melissa saw Amy perk up at this. Nikki started to
add something but Michelle silenced her with a look.
After a hurried consultation with the other men, Joe agreed. "But one
more thing -- no underwear. Just the suit, no underwear. Just like
Doug, eh?" Melissa accepted without a second thought.
At least the confrontation had diverted attention from Doug.
Forgetting his near nudity, he told Melissa, "Thanks, but you didn't
have to do anything, he was just kidding me."
She gave him her best smile, which was enough to make him return
it in spite of himself, and demurred, "No problem, it's my pleasure.
I'm just giving you a chance to kid him back."
Michelle forcibly dragged him aside, breaking up the conversation. "I
think we'll continue with the swimsuits now, then. Nikki, why don't
you take Melissa back to pick out Joe's suit, then he can dress and
find one for her. It'll be like a real beach party, only with snow
instead of sand! Doug, get me some more eggnog, would you?"
Melissa followed Nikki back to the bedroom. "Gee, Lissa, you don't
know what you're in for," she whispered under her breath. "Some of
this stuff is *really* skimpy. And you gotta have a figure for it, you
know?" The other girl eyed the figure concealed under the sweater. "I
mean, you're tall and not fat, but..."
"Don't worry," Melissa reassured her, "I'll figure out a way to handle
it. Let's work on finding something that will make Joe really sweat."
Nikki eyed her dubiously, but assented quietly and led the way to the
small box containing the men's clothing. Melissa noted in passing the
large collection of silk, satin, Spandex, and what looked like leather
strewn across the king-sized bed. It looked like there were a bunch
of shoes, too. Some of this stuff would definitely deserve a second
look later.
There wasn't much to choose from, so Melissa settled quickly on a
slim white suit much like Doug's except that the back narrowed to
nearly a thong. As one, the two women looked at each other and
smiled. They sauntered back out to the living room, which quieted at
their arrival, and Melissa handed the garment to Joe. "See you in a
few minutes, stud." He disappeared into the hall.
Almost immediately, Wendy was at her side. "Lissa, I don't believe
you did that! Michelle is really pissed, but I can tell she's looking
forward to something. Aren't you worried?"
A tremor of concern was beginning to leak through her carefully
maintained facade. "I don't know, Wendy. Why don't we find out if I
should be?"
They strolled over to where Amy stood. "Well, should I be worried?"
Melissa asked.
Her sister-in-law glanced demurely down at Melissa's crotch before
answering, "It depends. Do you shave?"
Wendy missed the significance of the question and queried, "Her
legs?"
Melissa, having watched Jacqui's swimsuit video, understood
instantly and allowed herself a tiny smile. "Don't worry."
An answering grin crossed Amy's face and she quipped, "Then I don't
believe you'll have a problem. I think this could be one show John
will be sorry to miss."
The others had already taken their seats, so Melissa wandered over
and dropped to the floor again. Repeatedly one or another of the girls
would ask, "Are you nervous?" until finally Melissa could contain
herself no longer.
"Come on, you guys, lay off! Ask me a few more times and I'm sure
I'll be a nervous wreck!"
There was a sudden hush as Paula Prentice, Joe's girlfriend, stifled a
laugh and pointed at the doorway. Reluctantly Joe walked into the
room. If anything, his farmer's tan was more obvious than Doug's.
There wasn't much of a bulge, but pubic hair spilled out around the
edges of the suit. He kept his eyes on the floor as the girls hooted
for him to turn around, revealing most of his white cheeks.
At last Joe darted for his seat, where he folded a jacket across his
lap before finally looking up. "Okay, Miss Model Bednar, your turn. I
picked out a special outfit for you."
Paula added, "The suit's hanging on the doorknob."
As Melissa rose to her feet once again and started for the doorway,
she heard muted laughter from Joe's friends as he whispered
something to them, and tittering from some of the women. She was
immensely reassured by the brief "thumbs up" sign she got from
Amy. Sure enough, something white and yellow but mostly air was
hanging from the bedroom door.
With a sigh, she collected it and walked into the master bathroom.
Melissa felt a rough edge beneath her finger and examined the suit
more closely. It was a skimpy thong bikini, hardly more than a
glorified rope to start with, but the lining had been cut out! She
quickly discovered the missing scraps lying in the bathroom
wastebasket. Without the backing, the thin white and yellow-striped
material was virtually transparent!
Melissa returned to the bedroom and surveyed the contents of the
bed. There were other bikinis there, but nothing in white and yellow.
If she wore another suit, Joe and Paula would cry foul. If she
complained about the removed lining, they probably would claim
she'd done it herself to get out of wearing it. She didn't seem to have
a choice.
Interestingly, the thought was enough to make her cunt itch and her
nipples tighten. Well, Melissa decided, I might as well go all the
way. Jacqui would expect it. She rummaged through the shoes until
she found a pair of 3-inch heels in white that were her size. One of
the boxes of "toys" had several tubes of body gel. Melissa grabbed
one of those before heading back to the bathroom. She could pay back
Amy later.
The brunette removed her clothes except for the leotard. These she
folded carefully and tucked away in the back of the linen cupboard.
Jacqui's locket, of course, stayed. Melissa then checked her hair in
the mirror and teased it back into perfect form. The leotard was
shucked to the floor and she admired herself in the mirror. The
brunette badly wanted to finger herself, but the inevitable
consequence of doing so would be readily visible to her audience.
Thinking back to what she remembered of Doug and Joe, Melissa
checked her body for tan lines. They were very faint, primarily
where her sport bra covered her, but the oil should obscure them. It's
funny how Jacqui's lessons come in handy at the strangest times,
Melissa thought, as she began to methodically oil her entire body
just as she had at Halloween. It was awkward reaching the middle of
her back, but with the assistance of the mirror the freshman was
eventually satisfied that the job was complete. Now her entire body,
normally smooth to begin with, was slick and glistening from the
top of her forehead to the tips of toes.
The bottom of the thong was not unlike her training harness, except
that it dipped very low in front. Melissa wriggled until the thong
was settled between her buns in back and arced tight above her hips
on each side. She adjusted the wedge of striped fabric in front so
that it covered her lips; she was convinced that if she'd had any
pubic hair at all, it would have been exposed.
The top was somewhat easier. The "bra" consisted of thin fabric
strips barely two inches across, although they were gathered at the
bottom into a smaller distance to provide a rudimentary "cup."
Melissa settled for sliding them along the lower string until her
nipples were centered under each strip.
She sat gingerly on the edge of the toilet seat and fastened the
shoes on her feet. She cursed herself for not doing so earlier, for the
straps were new and stiff and her fingers were slick with oil. At
last they were in place, and after a few short steps she decided
they'd do. Her hair looked okay, the thong was still in place, and
there were no marks on her buns from where she'd sat. Melissa was
just completing her final check when she heard Nikki's voice in the
bedroom.
"Melissa, are you ready yet? Michelle says you've had more than
enough time."
Melissa fixed an image of Jacqui in her mind, muttered, "You are a
model," under her breath, and stepped into the bedroom.
Nikki was just walking towards the bathroom, saying, "Hello?
Lissa?..." when she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight of the
effectively naked brunette beauty.
"How do I look?" Melissa asked, a tremor in her voice now that the
point of no return was nearly upon her. She turned slowly for Nikki,
who stared at the firm jutting ass, then the rose-capped breasts and
dark line that could only be Melissa's slit ineffectively concealed
beneath the sheer striped suit. The posing beauty could feel her
nipples stiffening to full hardness and the lips of her pussy
flowering open against the suit's fabric.
"Lissa, you might as well be naked! Gee, you never looked that good
at school!" Unwillingly, Nikki quietly added, "*Nobody* looked that
good at school."
Melissa was pleased; she had no second thoughts now. "Well, shall
we give them a show? Why don't you announce me?" Nikki stood still
a moment longer, then turned and fled. Melissa followed slowly after
her.
She could hear the conversation die in the living room, amidst loud
whispers of "She's coming!" Hopefully not actually "coming," Melissa
decided, she didn't think she was ready for that, despite what she'd
said to Amy before Christmas. She had a last chance to adjust her
stride to the height of her heels, and then Melissa was swaying
gracefully into the center of the living room.
The other's faces were a blur of white punctured by open mouths.
There was absolute dead silence as she strutted around in a small
circle, flexing the way she remembered Jacqui had done it, then
coming to a stop facing Joe. Slowly, sensuously, she ran her hands
down her body, then struck a pose; one leg bent with a hand resting
above the knee, the opposing hip thrust out with the hand resting
lightly on it. Melissa parted her lips and whispered a single word to
them: "Well?"
The silence lasted a moment longer before being broken by the sound
of Amy clapping. She was joined by Wendy and Doug, then Nikki, and
soon the entire group was applauding wildly, cheering and whistling.
Exultant, Melissa's face creased into a wide smile and she spun on
one toe, laughing, before she was surrounded by admirers. Their lewd
comments and light touches to feel the oil on her arms made her
even wetter; luckily the oil seemed to be disguising the presence of
her juices.
Only a few holdouts remained on the outskirts of the gathering,
generally unnoticed. Doug and Joe retreated to change back into
pants that would cover their prominent erections. Neither Michelle
nor Paula was pleased with this effect on their boyfriends. Joe
departed immediately afterwards, unable to remain after his bluff
had been called with such devastating effect.
Michelle apparently couldn't stand being upstaged by this second-
hand guest who was stealing the spotlight she'd planned to
monopolize. Breaking into the crowd, she herded people back to their
seats or into the bedroom for the other swimsuits. Grateful for the
breathing room, Melissa walked over to talk to Amy.
"I don't recall that suit was *quite* so revealing when I tried it,"
Amy remarked. "You'd be right at home on John's Sports Illustrated
calendar."
Melissa shrugged before replying, "Well, it wasn't exactly modest to
begin with. And that asshole Joe cut out the linings. I figured the
best thing I could do was go for it full speed ahead. I think I like it,
although I don't think I could wear this in public; how much is it? Oh,
and I owe you for a tube of gel, too."
"It's yours." Amy smiled at Melissa's surprised look. "No, really, call
it a belated Christmas present." Melissa tried to protest, but was
cut off. "Look, you said yourself it's been damaged, and believe me,
you've got this group really revved up now. Everybody's excited after
seeing you, I'll sell much more than I would have otherwise. In fact,
if I'm any judge, I'll need to leave in a bit so you all aren't too
inhibited by my stodgy presence."
"You're not nearly old enough to be stodgy! Thanks, Amy, really!"
Melissa hugged her sister-in-law, then pulled back quickly as she
remembered she was still glistening with gel. "Oh no! Your jacket,
I'm so sorry!"
Amy laughed, "Hey, I sell this stuff. Doesn't stain, trust me. Now get
on back, the fun's starting."
Indeed, the people over by the couch were laughing and making
strange noises. Melissa returned to Wendy and received a piece of
what she was informed was an edible panty. Only a modest amount of
imagination was required to detect the strawberry flavor. Eschewing
the floor this time, Melissa perched on the arm of the couch. "So,
Wendy, are you going to buy a suit like this?"
Her friend snorted, "Not likely. I still prefer a modicum of decency in
my clothing. You aren't thinking of getting it, are you?"
Melissa nodded yes and modified the facts slightly. "Yup. I already
worked it out with Amy." Wendy and her neighbors within hearing
gaped. "You mean you'd go out in public wearing a suit like that?"
Melissa had to admit, "Well, no, I don't think so. I'd be too scared."
Wendy doggedly followed the thought. "Well, what's the point in
having it, then? Lissa, you don't have a boyfriend you haven't told me
about, do you?"
There was no way she was going to bring up Jacqui in these
circumstances, Melissa thought, but there was nothing to disguise
her blush. "Not really..."
The other girls snickered and Wendy elbowed her in the ribs,
muttering, "Yeah, right, sure, whatever you say. We'll talk about this
later."
The models started making their appearances, and everybody's
attention was drawn back to the center of the room. As Amy had
predicted, they looked much hotter now. There appeared to have been
a run on the body gel, and all of them were in heels. Some of the
girls were showing curly pubes around the edges of their high-cut
suits, but Melissa decided a few people besides herself at least
trimmed regularly.
Michelle looked ravishing in her suit, a fluorescent one-piece that
was basically a French bikini joined at the sides by mock knots. She
flirted shamelessly with Doug, to the audience's vocal delight.
Melissa was also attracted by Nikki's suit, an orthodox maillot
design with a twist. Like most of the other suits, it was cut very
high onthe hips; unlike the others, it had a relatively modest front scoop.
This was compensated for by a zipper that ran all the way down the
front.
Nikki had walked on with it almost completely zipped, but egged on
by the others, began playing with it while accompanied by a tuneless
and disjointed rendition of "The Stripper" hummed by the onlookers.
At one point, the suit was unzipped nearly to her navel, but Nikki
endured the booing and pulled it back up high enough to keep the suit
from falling away from her breasts.
By the time the last girl had shown her costume, everyone was again
in high spirits. Somebody shouted, "Kodak Moment! Photo Op!" and
soon a steady chant of "Picture! Picture! Picture!" echoed through the
room. A camera was quickly produced, and the seven models gathered
in the center of the room. Melissa thought she might be able to sit it
out, but Wendy and the others on the couch insisted she be present,
too.
Finally, they were arranged for the photo. Michelle was in the center
of the group, with Nikki and Melissa on either side and the others
around them. It took Doug two tries to get the picture; he was
laughing too hard to hold the camera steady for the first shot after
some comic cracked, "Say, 'Sleaze!'"
That got Doug thinking. "Okay, that's one for your parents. Now, how
about a racy one to keep me warm at night? Please, Michelle, I'll
love you forever." Almost on cue, the gallery echoed, "Aaaaw,
Plllleeeeeeeaaasse."
The suggestion engendered a great deal of debate. Melissa decided
she was excited by the idea; it would be amusing to get a copy of the
photo for Jacqui. Michelle, refusing to be outdone, agreed as well.
Eventually they were joined by Nikki and Paula; the others opted out.
Doug took a few steps forward to take advantage of the smaller
target area, and everyone quieted.
Nikki unzipped her suit almost all the way, then pulled the edges
together with her hands just below her breasts. The top of the suit
folded away to either side, revealing a generous amount of cleavage
without actually showing anything. Likewise, her navel was visible
but not any pubic hair.
Next to her, Michelle had slid one hand into her bottom and another
under the covering of her left tit. Melissa judged the hand had not
gone far enough for Michelle to actually masturbate, but the image
certainly was erotic.
Melissa went one better by turning away from the audience,
discarding her top entirely, then covering her breasts with her
hands. This actually provided better coverage than the top had, but
she couldn't resist opening her hands just a bit so she could covertly
squeeze her nipples between the base of her index and middle
fingers.
Paula surprised them all with the most daring display of the four.
She was wearing a sheer white one-piece suit that was interesting
principally for having effectively no back at all. From the front this
was not apparent, so she initially presented a relatively modest
appearance. The look dramatically changed when she hooked her
thumb and fingers in the tops of the hip openings and pulled upward
until the crotch of the suit disappeared into her slit. The stunned
audience could clearly see her outer lips and, higher up, pubic hair.
As if this wasn't enough, the four aimed smoldering looks directly at
the camera. The live studio audience deluged them with wolf
whistles and hoots of approval while Doug finally got off a couple of
pictures. The girls then made themselves presentable while most of
the others decided it was a good time to get another drink and cool off.
They were still milling about afterwards when Amy approached
Michelle and announced that she needed to leave. The two agreed to
settle up following the holiday, and Amy bade the attendees good-
night and reminded them Michelle had business cards and price lists.
A few of the other guests, evidently unnerved by the photo shoot,
also chose to depart.
Melissa thought she'd be able to return to simple spectating, but
everyone else had other ideas. By unanimous acclamation, the four
"swimsuit babes" were drafted to model the teddies and baby dolls.
Michelle's devious expression and whispers to Paula went unnoticed
by Melissa, who was watching Amy leave.
Another hour passed as the four posed in increasingly provocative
lingerie, unshielded by other undergarments. The heels were soon
abandoned as being unsteady and prone to snag while dressing; the
barefoot girls strutted on their toes while making their circles of
the living room. The dwindling audience was kept amused by a
succession of dildos and vibrators, and inflated several condoms
that subsequently were batted around the room.
Eventually the only guests remaining were the other alumni of last
year's cheerleading squad, Doug, and Wendy. Melissa definitely was
the surprise of the evening by all accounts, although she didn't
realize it. She was preoccupied with sorting through the lovely
clothing to find something to wear next without betraying the extent
of her arousal, although she suspected the others shared it to some
extent.
Unpleasant reality intruded as a phone call for Wendy. Her younger
sister was stranded at another party and in need of a sober driver
equipped with a car; Wendy's parents, stuck hosting their own
alcoholic event at home, had forwarded the call to her. Wendy,
cursing with annoyance, had no choice but to leave. "Come on, Lissa,
you'd better change. I have to go chauffeur the brat."
Melissa realized with a start that she was having more fun than
expected and didn't really want to leave. Her glum turn toward the
bedroom was cut off by Michelle, who offered, "Oh, please stay,
Lissa. One of us can give you a ride home." Melissa paused
indecisively, but was swayed by several offers of support and
finally, Wendy's "Go ahead, stay. No sense in both of us missing out.
I'll call you tomorrow." Decision made, she hugged Wendy good-bye
and thanked her profusely, then jumped away as the icy wind darting
in the doorway cut through her thin satin teddy bear nightie.
Chapter 15
When it resumed, the party had moved into the bedroom. The
bathroom was used as a changing area, primarily to allow dramatic
entrances, while the survivors examined the trove of clothing and
selected the next outfit to be shown. Things began to go out of
control after they had moved to the bra and panty sets.
Among close friends, except for Melissa who had proved game so far,
modesty was largely discarded. After a few sets of relatively
discreet ensembles, Doug teasingly offered Michelle an underwire
half-bra. While she was changing, the other girls located a blindfold
and amidst a great deal of laughter overpowered Doug and tied it
across his face.
Michelle emerged from the bathroom with her tits prominently
displayed. When she saw Doug's condition, she flashed a grin and
returned the tease. "Oh, Doug, it's too bad you can't see my tits.
They're so firm and round, and you can't see me pinching them, oh it
feels so good..."
Actually, she wasn't doing anything to them, but Doug couldn't resist
and pulled off the blindfold. "Maybe you need some help with those?"
he offered, smirking.
The target of his affections shrieked and jumped back with a laugh.
"Oh, help! Protect me!" Over his half-hearted protests, Doug was
dragged backwards to the head of the bed and Michelle and Paula
donated pantyhose to tie his arms to the headboard. Melissa
wondered if he was excited by the mild bondage, then got her chance
to find out.
"I say we make him pay for his obvious lechery," Michelle declared.
"If he gets to watch us, I think it's only fair that we get equal time."
She walked up beside him and leaned over so her breasts hung before
Doug's face. Then she began to unzip his pants.
"Hey, Michelle, come on! Stop it, already, this isn't funny!" Unfazed,
she stripped his slacks and the Speedo off, revealing a penis that
shriveled under the embarrassment of being exposed to ten sexy
women. Melissa forced herself to ignore the nearly instinctive
desire to take him in her mouth.
"On with the show!" ordered their hostess. "I bet we can help Doug
with his problem. Here, Nikki, why don't you try this?" The outfit in
question was a simple white mesh bra and bikini that proved
conclusively Nikki sunned with a very small bikini. Her remaining
pubic hair, trimmed into a narrow patch above her cunt, was the
same stunning shade of auburn as the tresses on her head.
It didn't seem possible to top Paula, who tried on a set that featured
a bra with button-up front panels and crotchless panties. She
demonstrated by opening the front of the bra to reveal her hard
nipples and then squatting to reveal dark pubic hair between the
edges of the panties. The sight of her and Nikki, and an occasional
stroke of Michelle's hand, was enough to make Doug hard again.
Melissa had just about concluded the affair was over when one of the
girls asked, "What about these?" All attention was drawn to the pile
of leather pieces she had collected. "I think these are all part of the
same outfit."
Michelle looked at Melissa; "Your turn. Don't keep poor Doug waiting."
She collected the pieces and headed into the bathroom.
As she laid out the pieces, Melissa decided the outfit was much more
complicated than a simple bikini, but covered roughly the same area.
The leather was smooth and soft in her hands, a pleasant reminder of
the feel of her old training harness. And wetness wouldn't show
nearly so easily as with the thin underwear she wore now.
The basic structure was determined by a number of leather strips
carefully joined by smooth steel rings. Luckily it was assembled, so
Melissa was able to start at the bottom, which had a familiar
configuration, and deduce where each strap was supposed to go. It
took longer to discover how in the world she was supposed to get
into it, but eventually she realized one of the rings opened to allow
its attachments to be released.
Soon it was reassembled on her body. The fit was suspiciously good,
considering there were absolutely no length adjustments in any of
the straps and Melissa was fairly tall for a woman at about 5'9". A
belt consisting of strips joining at rings just forward of each hip
and one in back encircled her waist. Strips ran from the hip rings
down either side of her pussy to join underneath with the strip
running down the crack of her ass from the ring in back.
The openable central ring was located at her breastbone. A strip ran
from each hip diagonally across her stomach, through the ring, up
over her shoulder and around the neck. From there they plunged
diagonally through another ring between her shoulder blades, then
around under her arms and breasts to terminate at the central ring.
A number of small eyes were embedded at points along the strips.
These corresponded with hooks on the soft pieces of leather
remaining. Triangular pieces, anchored at each corner, covered her
nipples and a little of her tits. A longer rectangular piece, squeezed
in the center like an hourglass, was held between her legs like a
breech clout.
Finally Melissa donned the matching wrist and ankle bands. Each
fastened with two sturdy buckles and featured both snap hooks and
rings. When she looked in the mirror, the only thing missing was the
feel of the butt plug plumbing her ass; she rubbed herself violently
through the leather, then left before she could lose control.
While she'd been changing, the other girls had put the blindfold back
on Doug; this time he couldn't get it off. He was also fitted with
headphones connected to a Walkman beside him on the bed -- the
volume was up loud enough that even Melissa could hear the music.
Doug was squirming on the bed, but Melissa assumed it was because
Michelle was still giving him a hand job. A number of the other girls
had stripped to their bras and panties, and Michelle and Paula had removed
their bras entirely.
Everyone paused to look up at Melissa as she entered. "What do you
think?" she asked, as she posed for them.
Michelle stood and walked around the bed. "Ummm, delicious. Turn
around, why don't you, let's see the back." Melissa complied, then so
suddenly that she was taken completely by surprise, Michelle pulled
her arms back, clipped the two wrist bands together, then attached
them to the ring at the back of her waist.
Melissa could feel herself creaming as she pulled helplessly at her
bindings and Michelle swung her back around to face the others. They
wore feral expressions on their faces that boded ill for Melissa. Of
them all, only Nikki seemed uncomfortable and wasn't looking at her.
And Doug, of course, who was totally unaware of the developing
scene.
Michelle shook her again and hissed, "So, Miss High and Mighty. You've
been flaunting yourself all evening, don't think we haven't noticed.
Let's see what you really have." One hand on her bound wrists pinned
Melissa while the other methodically detached the hooks on the
breast cups until they fell away to reveal her stiff nipples. Then
Michelle turned to the loincloth, detaching first the back and then
the front, pulling it from between Melissa's quivering legs and
dropping it to the floor.
There was a pregnant pause as Melissa watched the others stare at
her cunt. She knew her lips were gorged with blood and spread wide,
leaking moisture that was now free to trickle down her thighs.
"Wow, Michelle," exclaimed Paula, "she's really turned on, just look
at her!"
Michelle did, running a finger up the inside of Melissa's leg and along
side her exposed vulva. Naturally there was not even a trace of
stubble, just smooth skin slicked with oil and musky secretions.
The cheerleaders jumped to a slightly incorrect, if natural,
conclusion based on their own experiences. Michelle decided to
exploit the perceived weakness. "So, you like looking at Doug's prick,
do you? Fine, you can watch a little more. Lisa, hold the little tramp
where she can get a good view." The other girl stepped forward to
take charge of Melissa, leaving Michelle free to strip off her panties
and walk to the bed.
Michelle squatted over Doug's prone figure and slowly, teasingly,
lowered herself onto his rampant cock. He jerked as he felt the
velvet folds of her sex instead of the hand he'd become accustomed
to. "Michelle, what are you doing? I hope you got rid of your friends.
God you feel so good, you're so hot tonight. Untie my hands, baby, I
want to feel you."
Melissa and the others watched in envious fascination as she quickly
brought herself off, then continued to bounce up and down on her
aroused boyfriend. "Oh, Doug," Michelle sighed, loosing herself in the
sensation of the moment, "I love your fat prick. Fuck me hard, I want
you to come on me. Drench me with your jism."
Sensing Doug's orgasm was approaching, Michelle lay back on top of
him and slid up until his cock pulled out of her wet sheath. Then she
tugged the crimson shaft between her legs, almost as if she were a
man masturbating. The huge load of come which had been building in
Doug's balls all evening shot out to cover her wet mound and
stomach. "Oh baby," he gasped, "that felt so good. But get me a
rubber, I want to come in you."
Melissa had nearly been able to reach a climax herself by tugging her
hands so the strap between her legs slid back and forth across her
anus. Lisa, thinking she was trying to escape, had made her stop. By
now all of the girls were completely naked or showing damp spots on
their panties. Several were masturbating themselves or friends with
fingers, as well as the many dildos lying about. It seemed all of the
participants, except perhaps Doug, were accustomed to the scene;
Melissa wondered how often it had been repeated.
Michelle appeared determined to do even more to simultaneously put
Melissa in her place and reaffirm her own position as the social
center of her group of popular friends. She pulled free of Doug's
grasp and rolled off the bed to walk back to Melissa. "You like
watching Doug come in me, bitch? Taste it. Lick me clean." She
laughed cruelly as Lisa and Paula pushed the captive brunette to her
knees, then pushed her face into Michelle's come-covered cunt.
The salty taste of the warm semen excited Melissa as her agile
tongue began transferring the sticky mess from Michelle's body to
her own mouth. She cleaned the other girl thoroughly, then began
tonguing the moist cunt in front of her, stiffening her tongue and
running up and down the creaming slit. She alternated deep probes
into Michelle's vagina with light nips at her swollen clitoris. Melissa
was breathing heavily when Michelle reached another strong orgasm.
As Michelle fell back on the end of the bed, Paula pushed her way in
front of Melissa. "Do me too, you slut." Soon her body was shaking
under Melissa's expert ministrations. After that, nothing would do
but for the slave to service all of the girls. Melissa felt her tongue
getting tired as she sucked one tangy pussy after another while the
interested spectators made crude and degrading remarks about her.
It felt like an eternity later when Melissa could finally rock back on
her knees and catch her breath. She was afire with her own need and
her own sweet nectar was leaking steadily to the floor. "Well,
Nikki," Michelle drawled, "it's your turn." Melissa realized that she
couldn't remember licking the neatly trimmed auburn-haired muff,
the only one she'd truly looked forward to.
Nikki shifted uncomfortably on her chair; she was still wearing her
mesh bra and panty set, although the panties were undeniably soaked.
"Come on you guys, let Lissa go. She doesn't deserve this, she hasn't
done anything to you." Melissa was surprised, and touched, by this
unexpected sympathy. She was tempted to speak up, to tell Nikki it
wouldn't be a problem, but decided it was better to remain silent.
Michelle narrowed her eyes as she spoke. "That's your opinion. Get
over here, you're the only one she hasn't sucked, you don't know what
you're missing." She continued to absently stroke Doug's cock and
looked down at Melissa again. "Besides, Lissa likes it, don't you,
Lissa? Just look at her creaming all over the floor."
The redhead looked unconvinced. "I just don't want to, okay?"
Michelle maintained an outward calm, but her voice betrayed her
infuriation with this unexpected mutiny in her ranks. "Maybe you'd
like to fuck her instead? How about you pork her with this vibrator
here?" The instrument in question, one of Amy's samples, was a good
eight inches long and well proportioned.
Nikki started to shake her head in negation, but Michelle held up a
hand. "If you don't, maybe I'll just have to whip Melissa's ass with
Doug's belt here to take her mind off her pussy. C'mon, it's not like
she's one of us, or anything. What'll it be?"
Melissa was so hot she would have welcomed anything, any
sensation, but Nikki gave in. "Okay, Okay, I'll do it. Here, hand it to
me."
Michelle tossed the vibrator to Nikki, who fielded it deftly. Melissa
found herself being pushed down further onto her knees, then bent
forward until her head was resting on the floor and her behind was
exposed for all to see. She arched her back slightly to improve
access to her cunt, and heard a click and buzzing as Nikki activated
the vibrator.
The stimulation as the wand slid into her superheated vagina was
too much for Melissa's weakened control. Nikki had barely gotten it
all the way into her for the first time when Melissa shook in the grip
of her own violent climax. She hadn't intended to, but Melissa sighed,
"Oh, Nikki," as the waves of ecstasy swept through her body.
Nikki's hand leapt away from the vibrator as if it were a live coal,
while the other girls burst into gales of laughter and shrieked, "Oh,
Nikki," at each other over and over.
It was the last straw for Nikki. She unceremoniously withdrew the
vibrator and dropped it to the floor, then pulled Melissa to her feet.
"That's it, enough! I don't have to take this anymore. Lissa doesn't
have to take this anymore. You're the bitch, Michelle, not her!" The
redhead dragged Melissa toward the door, grabbing her own clothes
as they passed by them.
She moved so quickly that the others were taken completely by
surprise and couldn't recover before the two had escaped to the
living room. Michelle screamed after them, "Nikki, you come back
here! Don't you walk out on me like this!"
Coolly, Nikki halted the gathering pursuit with a final warning: "Let
us go and I won't tell Doug about this."
Their exit was undisturbed after that. They paused at the front door
and Nikki freed Melissa's hands, then they stomped into their boots
and pulled coats, gloves and scarves over their effectively naked
bodies. "Come on," Nikki offered, "I'll drive you home. My car has a
strong heater." With a last thought for her clothes still stashed in
the bathroom, Melissa dashed after Nikki down the steps and out to
the car, feeling the cold bite into her bare legs.
+++
Melissa was almost warm again by the time they reached her
parent's house. She and Nikki had been silent during the drive, unsure
what to say and unwilling to fight the noisy heater to be heard. The
noise level dropped enough for conversation when Nikki pulled into
the driveway and shifted into park.
"Nikki, I--", "Lissa, I--" they began simultaneously, then paused.
Melissa gestured for Nikki to start again. "Lissa, I'm really sorry
about tonight. I'm sorry about leaving your stuff, and putting you
through that, sorry about everything. Michelle was totally out of
control, there's no excuse for what she did."
"That's not your fault," Melissa replied. "I should be thanking you for
getting me out. Maybe if I hadn't gotten so carried away with that
bikini..."
It was the redhead's turn to demur. "You couldn't help that, Melissa.
Joe deserved what he got. It just happens that you were the best-
looking woman there tonight." She smiled as she added, "I'm really
jealous. Here I was, thinking I looked so hot, and you come out in
that suit... Oh well, reality strikes again."
"You do too look hot!" Melissa protested. "You were a damn sight
better than Michelle or Paula, that's for sure!" The brunette could
feel some of that heat returning. She slid over a bit on the seat and
continued, "It wasn't them I was thinking of at the end. Can I thank
you for the ride? I know we both want it, I can smell it, and you
didn't get your turn." Melissa started to place a hand on Nikki's leg,
but it was deflected before it reached its target.
"Melissa, no." Nikki pulled away to restore the distance between
them. "Look, what I felt tonight... What I mean... Oh, I'm confused, I
don't know anything tonight. Just don't push me right now, okay?"
She fixed her gaze over the steering wheel and refused to look back
at Melissa.
A bit hurt at the rebuff, Melissa tried to make amends. "I'm sorry,
really. Thanks again, Nikki, for everything. Good-night. And Happy
New Year." She exited the warmth of the car and walked quickly up
the front steps, thankful that it was late enough for her parents to
be asleep. The spare key was still hidden under the front mat,
luckily, and Melissa was letting herself in before the lights of
Nikki's car had vanished from the driveway.
A few minutes later, Melissa had stashed the harness under her bed
and was tucked comfortably under her blankets. Absently, a hand
drifted between her legs and she worked herself, releasing the
evening's tension. Her mind was awhirl with thoughts: looking
forward to recounting the evening to Jacqui; wondering if she'd see
Nikki again, and what would happen; and wondering how she would
collect her belongings from Michelle's house. Many hours -- and many
orgasms -later, she finally fell asleep.
Chapter 16
Melissa was awakened by the ringing of her phone; it was Wendy,
calling to find out what she had missed at the party last night.
Melissa faithfully recounted the events up through the end of the
modeling, but neglected to mention her own subjugation and the sex
in which the evening had culminated.
When Wendy asked her what her plans for the day were, she
uncomfortably explained she'd left a few things behind at Michelle's
and needed to make a trip over to pick them up. Wendy immediately
volunteered to take her over, saying she wanted to pick up an order
form and thank Michelle for the invitation; Melissa couldn't think of
a graceful way to refuse the offer.
Besides, Melissa thought with a sigh, perhaps it would be better to
go with reinforcements. The brunette sat up and donned her glasses,
thankful she hadn't taken them last night, and flipped through the
phone book until she located Michelle's number. The idea of setting it
aside and going down to breakfast was powerfully tempting, but this
wouldn't get any easier if she put it off.
Michelle answered on the first ring, "Hello?"
Melissa worked hard to maintain a level, detached tone of voice.
"This is Melissa."
"Oh, Lissa, how nice. Somehow I thought you might call. I hope you
aren't still angry about last night."
"Let's just forget about last night, okay? Look, I just want to come
over and pick up my stuff today."
"Yes, such a beautiful sweater, and your wallet, too. And I seem to
recall you left with part of that leather outfit, without paying for
it; you should bring that back with you."
Melissa gritted her teeth in exasperation. "I'll buy the damn outfit!
Just have the other pieces collected, okay?"
The voice on the other end of the line firmed. "Fine. But you'll still
bring it; no, wear it under your clothes, if you want your things
back."
This didn't sound like an argument Melissa could win easily. "Okay,
have it your way, Michelle. But I'm bringing Wendy with me, so no
funny business."
"Oh, of course not, we wouldn't want to upset Wendy, would we?"
Michelle agreed, and hung up. Melissa couldn't tell if she should be
concerned or not.
+++
A few hours later Wendy and Melissa pulled up in front of Michelle's
house. Melissa was reassured to see the driveway was empty; with
luck that meant they outnumbered Michelle two-to-one. This
impression was reinforced when Michelle welcomed them into the
quiet house. Melissa hadn't intended to stay for more than the
minimum required time, but Wendy shucked off her coat and boots
and the two others urged Melissa to do the same.
They padded barefoot to the dining room table, Melissa's eyes fixed
resentfully on *her* Christmas sweater that Michelle was wearing,
while Wendy described the horrors she'd experienced last night after
having to leave the party. A number of order forms were laid out on
the table, including one weighted with what looked like Melissa's
checkbook. A glance confirmed that it was, and her name was on the
form underneath.
Melissa checked the line items, which read "striped thong bikini,
damaged, n/c" and "8 pc. leather. playsuit, $200." At least the
swimsuit had been credited properly, although she wished the
leather wasn't so expensive. No wonder these people did the
modeling first. Wordlessly, she sat down and wrote a check to
"Sweet Dreams, Ltd." as the form instructed, then handed it to
Michelle.
Wendy, who'd been reading over her shoulder, exclaimed at the final
price. "$200! I don't remember seeing any 8-piece outfit. Is that one
of the things I missed?"
Michelle asked her, "Didn't Lissa tell you about the rest of the party?
We had *so* much fun! Well, come on, the stuff's in the bedroom."
She started in that direction, quickly followed by Wendy, who
explained, "Lissa told me most of what happened, but she didn't
describe the outfits very closely."
Melissa rose slowly and trailed after them, but detoured to stuff the
checkbook in her coat pocket. In the bedroom, everything had been
arranged into neat piles and Michelle was outlining to Wendy who
was buying what. Seeing Melissa had rejoined them, Michelle
continued, "and here's Lissa's." Flourishing a bag, she lifted the
familiar striped bikini from atop one pile and slid it into the
lavender plastic. Next came the leather breast cups and loincloth.
"That only looks like three pieces to me, what do the others look
like?" Wendy remarked. As Michelle added a pair of sheer string
bikini panties to the bag, and then a pair of dark slacks, Melissa's
uncomprehending friend added, "Where are the other five? Those
panties weren't on the list; wait a minute, those look like the pants
you wore last night, Lissa!..." She looked to the quiet brunette for an
answer.
It came from Michelle, with a typically unpleasant spin. "Lissa liked
the outfit so much she wore it home last night, didn't you? And you
didn't even show your best friend; really, I'm surprised. Well, I
suppose I should return your sweater, too." So saying, Michelle pulled
it over her head, leaving herself naked above her designer jeans, and
folded the sweater before adding it to the bag.
Melissa watched warily while Wendy burst out, "Gee, Michelle! Your
tits!"
Michelle looked down at herself and cupped her breasts for a
moment, reading the expression on Wendy's face. "Yup, they're mine,"
Michelle quipped. "Come on, loosen up, we're all friends here. Don't
you want to see the rest of Lissa's outfit? I'll bet you she's still got
it on."
"You do?" Wendy asked her. Melissa was definitely ready to leave, but
she hadn't seen her wallet among her belongings; until then, she'd
have to play along. "Oh, can I see it?" Wendy pleaded. Unwittingly
echoing Michelle's untruth, she added, "we're all friends here." With
great reluctance, Melissa pulled off her sweatshirt to reveal her
own bare breasts, framed by the leather straps, as well as the snug
cuffs on her wrists.
"Oh wow," Wendy breathed, "that's so kinky! You wore *that* home
from the party? What's the rest of it look like? I want to see it all,
Lissa."
Michelle added, "Yes, she does look rather naughty in it. How about it,
Lissa, won't you give us an encore showing?"
Not if I can help it, Melissa thought. "I'd really prefer not to, sorry.
Michelle, have you seen my wallet anywhere?" The other girl offered
an innocent expression Melissa didn't believe for a moment. "You
know, my wallet? From last night? I didn't see it in my pants when
you put them in the bag."
When Wendy looked in her direction too, Michelle paused a moment
longer. The unreadable expression on her face transformed itself
into a small -- and to Melissa's eyes, false -- smile. "Oh yes, I
remember now. I put it in the box with the small items so it
wouldn't get lost."
She dug through the box on the floor behind the bed, ostentatiously
tossing several of the vibrators and dildos onto the mattress. "Ah,
here it is!" Michelle passed the wallet to Melissa, who began
checking to verify its contents were intact, and returned her
attention to Wendy, who was eyeing the artificial cocks. "That's
right, Wendy, you left before we showed most of these. They're quite
relaxing." She picked one seemingly at random, switched it on, and
began rubbing the buzzing instrument along her tits.
Wendy's eyes nearly bugged out at the sight. "Here, you should try it,"
suggested Michelle, and handed the vibrator to her. Wendy nearly
dropped it, then began cautiously rubbing it against her chest. "I
don't really feel anything," she complained a minute later.
"Probably your clothing is getting in the way," Michelle decided, "you
should take it off like Lissa and I have."
At that, Melissa looked up from counting her credit cards and
protested, "Ah, Wendy, you don't have to do this." But it appeared her
friend had already made a decision. "No, it's all right. You guys have
seen me in the locker room before anyway." Quickly, before she could
lose courage, Wendy struggled out of her top and bra to reveal a pair
of perky tits capped by small raspberry nipples.
She began rubbing the vibrator lightly against herself. "That's better,
but press more firmly," Michelle instructed. "Here, let me help."
While Melissa watched incredulously, Michelle placed a hand over
Wendy's and began guiding it over her body, then captured Wendy's
other hand and used it to rub one of her own breasts.
The erotic sight made Melissa drip, but the thought of her best
friend being seduced by this scheming, manipulative bitch made her
squirm with jealous anger. "I think we should go now, Wendy," she
announced with more heat than she'd intended.
But Michelle held Wendy's hands in place, obviously enjoying the
tell-tale flush which was spreading underneath them, and urged,
"Stay awhile longer. We've just started."
All of them were startled by Amy's voice in the living room calling,
"Hello! Is anyone home? The door was open. Michelle, are you here?"
They froze, the vibrator dropping to the floor, then began scrambling
for their clothes. Wendy picked up her bra, but Michelle tore it from
her grip and tossed it behind the bed. Melissa and Wendy pulled on
their tops, and Michelle donned a silk chemise from one of the piles
on the bed.
They had just arranged themselves when Amy appeared in the
doorway. "Michelle, here you are! Hi, Lissa, Wendy! I hope I'm not
interrupting anything, I just dropped by to see if you needed anything
and find out how things went last night."
Melissa picked up her bag, thankful for the perfect opportunity to
make an escape. "No, great timing, Amy. Wendy brought me by to pick
up some stuff I wanted. We were just leaving, you would have
missed us in a few minutes." She shot a meaningful look at Wendy,
who was looking in the direction of her hidden bra and missed it.
Michelle didn't. She picked up the manila envelope containing the
completed forms and checks and handed it to Amy, explaining,
"Here's what I've gotten so far. Everyone else has promised to get
back to me no later than Thursday, so you could stop by that evening.
It was a great party last night, really. Actually, Wendy had to leave
early too, I was just starting to bring her up to date. You know, Amy,
if you could give Melissa a lift, we wouldn't have to hold her up and I
could show Wendy the rest of the stuff she missed."
As Michelle doubtless anticipated, Amy replied with a pleased "Sure,
no problem!" before Melissa could open her mouth to protest
Michelle turned to Wendy and asked, "So, how about it, Wendy? Do
you want to finish what we started?"
Wendy looked indecisively in Melissa's direction.
It was Amy who broke the stalemate by hooking Melissa's arm and
quipping, "Come on, Lissa, don't cost me any sales! Besides, I want to
see what you got."
Melissa's parting glance was so woeful that Wendy felt obligated to
reassure her, "Don't worry about it. I'll call you later." They
exchanged good-byes and the two Bednars headed out the door.
+++
After several minutes of uncomfortable silence, Melissa noticed
that Amy was not taking the direct route back to the house. When
asked, Amy replied, "I thought I'd take you by our place first, if you
can spare the time. I still want to see what you finally picked out,
and it looks like you could use some cheering up. Want to talk about
it?"
"I'm just worried about Wendy," Melissa finally answered. "I
shouldn't have left her there alone with Michelle."
Amy chided, "She's allowed to have other friends, Lissa. Besides, a
little masturbation won't hurt her." After a brief laugh, Amy added,
"I could hear the vibrator buzzing away under the bed, you really
should have turned it off if you wanted to keep it a secret."
Melissa couldn't think of a good way to express her fears, so
conversation lapsed again until they reached Amy and John's house.
Once inside, Melissa accepted a diet Coke and collapsed into an
armchair while Amy sorted through the paperwork from the party
and chatted about the thrills of being a traveling salesman. Her
monologue stopped when she reached Melissa's sales slip. "Oh, Lissa,
you got the leather suit! I'm so excited, you *have* to show it to me!
Did you show it yourself last night, or did someone else? I tried it
myself, but I wasn't quite tall enough. I thought maybe you would
have the right build."
When she saw Melissa wasn't responding, Amy offered, "Come on, it
doesn't show as much as the bikini did. Besides," she added with a
sly grin, "I'll show you something in return. I promise you'll like it.
Come on!" Melissa was nearly pulled out of the chair as Amy grabbed
her in one hand and the shopping bag in the other before heading for
the relative privacy of the master bedroom.
"Okay, where is that sucker?" Amy asked rhetorically as she began
sifting through the bag.
Melissa shyly admitted, "I'm wearing most of it." Her sister-in-law,
having just discovered the remaining pieces, looked up to comment,
"Really? Well, please, let's see it then."
For the second time that day, Melissa pulled off her sweatshirt to
reveal the top of the harness. It wasn't as hard with Amy as it had
been earlier, although the coed blushed slightly as Amy walked
around her, tweaking the straps to check their fit. "Wow, cuffs and
all. It certainly fits you well, Lissa. Could you show me the rest,
please, or is that asking too much?"
After a moment of consideration, Melissa mumbled, "okay," and sat
down on the bed to pull off her boots. She faced away from the other
woman as she pushed the pants down her legs, then Melissa bashfully
turned around, gaze on the carpet.
Between the bathroom incident a few weeks ago and the way she
was dressed now, Melissa was afraid Amy would think she was a
pervert. Which, the brunette slowly realized, she was... Slowly
Melissa raised her eyes to meet Amy's, afraid to see repugnance
there, but instead she found only admiration.
"Oh, Lissa," her sister-in-law breathed, "you look so beautiful. Your
pussy looks so smooth, no wonder you wore that bikini so well, I
should have known you were completely shaved." The young brunette
felt a wave of relief pass over her and remembered to start
breathing again.
"God, I'm getting horny just looking at you," Amy exclaimed. "Now it's
my turn to show you something. John got me this for an anniversary
present, can you believe it?" She dragged a small rounded object,
shaped vaguely like a saddle, out from underneath the bed.
"What is it?" Melissa asked curiously. It reminded her of nothing so
much as a beer keg, cut in half lengthwise and fallen on its side,
covered in vinyl.
"It's called a 'Sybian,'" Amy responded as she pulled a box down from
the closet. "It's a vibrator, like you've never seen before."
Melissa could easily believe that. The bulky object bore no
resemblance to the slim penis-shaped devices she was familiar
with. She watched intently as Amy fitted a six-inch dildo insert into
the top of the saddle. Next, Amy placed a small terry towel with a
hole in the center over the Sybian so the dildo projected through it..
A condom was pulled over the insert and Amy rubbed a generous
amount of lubricant over it. Finally she plugged the power cord into a
wall outlet and placed the remote control, attached by another cable,
on the bed. "All set. Well, Lissa, ready to give it a try? Did you mean
what you told me about coming in front of people?"
The familiar wetness was answer enough for Melissa. Amy, now
sitting on the edge of the bed, motioned to her and Melissa squatted
over the device, lowering herself down slowly onto the dildo. Aided
by the copious artificial and natural lubricants, it slid inside her
until the coed was sitting easily astride the saddle.
Amy warned, "You may want to brace yourself on the bed," then began
the demonstration by turning the juice on, very slowly. At first,
Melissa felt hardly anything. Big deal, she thought, like the first
time I had sex. What's all the fuss about? Then Amy turned up the
power, and the sensations hit her.
Melissa was on a roller coaster, going up slowly, coming down at
dizzying speed. She passed the point of no return. Orgasms were
bursting forth, crashing against each other. She lost track of time,
space, the fact that Amy was watching her. There was just that
unstoppable human-thing inside her relentlessly pushing her further
and further.
The teen bucked and moaned, moving up and down, a slave to lust.
When Amy finally turned the machine off, Melissa was drenched in
sweat and deliriously satisfied. It was all she could do, legs
trembling with weakness, to roll onto her back on the floor. "Why did
you turn it off so soon?" Melissa breathed.
Laughing delightedly, Amy replied, "What do you mean, *soon*? It's
been twenty minutes and I swear you've been coming continuously
for nineteen of them. God, I couldn't stand watching you any longer! I
think I need a ride myself."
Leaning forward, she stripped the slimy condom from the dildo and
replaced it with a new one, which was soon lubricated. While
Melissa lay on the floor in contentment watching, Amy reached up
under her dress and pulled down her drenched pantyhose and
underwear, then wriggled onto the dildo until it was firmly in place.
Urgently, Amy requested, "Please, Lissa, work the controls for me."
Melissa rolled up into a sitting position and examined the remote,
which consisted of two dials with indicator lights. The lights,
labeled "vibration" and "rotation," illuminated when she turned the
dials slightly and a low hum came from the unit beneath Amy.
Melissa began gradually increasing the intensity of both the
vibration and the rotation. Amy's face began to contort -- first with
mild pleasure, then growing sensual excitement, and eventually with
complete abandon. Her litany of moans and screams, her nails digging
into the bedspread, gave ample evidence that she was in the throes
of extreme orgasmic excitation. At one point Melissa thought her
sister-in-law was going to faint. "Oh, God, oh no, oh yes, don't stop,
harder, faster, oh wonderful," Amy intoned again and again.
Melissa was intensely aroused by the sight of Amy writhing and
begging for more, and toyed with the settings, enjoying the feeling
of power it gave her. Eventually it became obvious that Amy could go
on coming forever and Melissa turned the machine off. Amy continued
to shudder from head to toe for several moments before rising shakily to
her feet. "Oooh, you're a cruel woman, Lissa, teasing me like that. But it
certainly takes the edge off a bad day, doesn't it?"
+++
A bad day, Melissa later decided, that was the beginning of a bad
week. Wendy was surprisingly difficult to track down, and it wasn't
until the following weekend that Melissa finally reached her on the
phone -- at Lisa's house. Melissa thought her friend sounded
strangely breathless as Wendy made some incomprehensible
explanation about school projects and Melissa needing time with her
family.
A few days later, Melissa was visiting John and Amy. When Amy
happened to mention in passing that she'd seen Wendy at Michelle's
Thursday night and Wendy had purchased some lingerie and a
vibrator, Melissa suspected the worst. She'd been abandoned by her
best friend, who was now associating with a different group, and
worse, lying about it. Melissa was heartbroken, although she did her
best to conceal it. Now she could only long for a return to school, and
Jacqui.
Chapter 17
The day of Melissa's departure finally arrived. The freshman battled
with mixed emotions on the ride into the airport. She was sorry to
be leaving her family again, glad to be able to forget the previous
day's strained farewell to Wendy, and eager to return to Sullivan
College. She'd gotten Amy to take her to a salon for an overdue
waxing and perm; Melissa had been almost as nervous as the girl at
the studio, who evidently didn't get many such requests.
Now the young brunette squirmed in the back seat of her parent's
car, her moist cunt sticking to the tiny panties pressed against it by
the tight jeans she wore. Melissa hoped Jacqui would punish her for
wearing them; just the thought was enough to make her continue to
cream. The half bra under her Christmas sweater left her stiff
nipples free to rub against the inner nub of the woolen garment,
contributing to her constant arousal. Soon, only a few hours more,
and she would be free to satisfy her kinky cravings.
+++
The flight had been dull, with no opportunity to repeat the
adventures of her homeward trip. Melissa was glad to escape the
plane and strode quickly down the boarding ramp to the concourse
and looked about, hoping to spot Jacqui. So intently was she looking
for the easily recognizable junior that Melissa didn't notice Pamela
Atwood until the blonde was right under her nose and shouted,
"Lissa! Welcome back!"
Melissa smiled back and hugged her friend. If Jacqui couldn't be here,
Pam was the next best person. The two chatted happily while they
waited for Melissa's suitcase to arrive on the baggage carousel, and
then Pam proudly led the way to the blue Chevette she now owned.
"All my family chipped in to help me buy it," the perky frosh
explained. But she was evasive when Melissa asked if Jacqui was
back from vacation yet.
The reason for Pamela's reticence became clear when Melissa opened
the door to her room. It seemed empty -- nearly all of Jacqui's
things were missing! Melissa collapsed into the nearby desk chair in
disbelief and looked at Pam numbly; this couldn't be happening to
her.
"I hate to be the one to tell you, Lissa, but Jacqui won't be back this
semester," Pam said quietly as she entered and closed the door. "Her
father and one of his friends raped her during vacation. I've
heard she's in some kind of psychological counseling or something."
Melissa merely stared blankly at the wall while tears started to run
down her cheeks.
Pam offered, "I'm really sorry, I know you two were very close. I... I
don't think I could do... well, you know... But I don't want you to think
you're alone." She paused, evidently trying to assess Melissa's
condition. "And Jacqui said you should try calling her after dinner." It
was amazing what the right words could do.
+++
Melissa was able to reach Jacqui on the phone that night. She learned
the junior's situation was more serious than Pam had indicated.
Jacqui's father and his friend were already behind bars again but
there was some question about whether Jacqui had been a willing
accomplice and if she would be tried. And she'd been pulled out of
school for a program of psychological counseling. "Although," Jacqui
joked, "it's more fulfilling talking to you about it. Now tell me about
your vacation, Lissa."
The brunette complied, glad to fully share her experiences with
someone else. Both women were masturbating by the time Melissa
finished her tale, and the frosh eagerly fingered herself to orgasm
when Jacqui ordered her to. She promised to follow Jacqui's standing
instructions and they agreed to meet when it was possible for them
to do so.
Still revisiting the twists of the last few hours in her mind, Melissa
turned out the lights and climbed into bed. The bed she'd hoped to be
sharing with Jacqui was now hers alone. She was almost asleep
before she realized she hadn't met her new suitemates. Well, they
could wait for tomorrow.
+++
Melissa met the first of her suitemates the next morning.
Predictably, it was in the bathroom. She'd arisen at the usual time
for her shower and barged into the bathroom while still half asleep,
only to surprise the equally naked young man who was using the
toilet. Her sense of modesty subdued by the familiar surroundings
and the early hour, Melissa made no effort to cover herself as she
slowly came to the realization this must be one of her new
neighbors.
He, in contrast, went through an amazing series of contortions.
Finally overcome by his simultaneous attempts to gawk at Melissa,
*not* look at her, cover himself, and maintain his aim on the toilet
bowl, he managed a strangled "*Please!*" that brought her to her
senses.
Now embarrassed, she backed out into her room and closed the door.
Then it was time to find her bathrobe. "Great first impression,"
Melissa muttered to herself. "I'm sure that went over real well." She
plopped on the bed and waited for some indication it was safe to
proceed.
A soft knock sounded on the door a minute later. "Come in," she
called, and checked the robe again. It was a little late to worry
about offending the guy's sensibilities, but there was no sense
making matters worse. The door swung open and he stepped in, now
also decently hidden beneath a robe of his own.
"Uh, hi. Sorry about our little, ah, incident," he began uncertainly. "I
really thought I'd locked the door."
"No, it's my fault. The lock doesn't work and I never thought to worry
about using the bathroom before." Melissa refrained from mentioning
*why* the lock was broken. She and Jacqui had repaired it only
enough to pass visual inspection after last semester's demolition
effort.
She took a better look at him in the pause that followed. No athlete,
but not unpleasant to look at, she decided. He was taller than
herself, lanky, not carrying any extra weight. His tousled hair, an
unremarkable brown, was rebelling against what must have been a
hasty attempt to arrange it. Melissa's eyes slid sideways to the
mirror over the sink beside him and confirmed her own curls were in
even worse shape.
Why did she have to meet him looking like this? Frustrated, Melissa
knew Jacqui or Janet wouldn't have had a problem smoothing things
over. It was so stupid! Before, she wouldn't have worried what
anyone thought of her looks. Now, this man had just seen her naked
and she was worrying about her hair?
His voice broke into her thoughts. "Ah, look, I've gotta run for class.
Maybe we can talk again later?" He was making a nervous retreat
even as she nodded her agreement.
"Dummy," Melissa berated herself, "you didn't even ask him his
name." Sighing, she dove into her morning routine; she needed a run
before facing her own classes.
+++
It turned out her suitemate's name was Richard Nelson. Melissa
learned it courtesy of the role call in her new CS course. She was
intrigued to see him there, as it implied Rich was also a computer
science major, and had enough placement credits to skip the
prerequisite courses.
Melissa worked up the courage to go next door and talk to Rich that
evening. It was easy enough to pretend he was just another stud
Jacqui wanted her to fuck. She went so far as to consider actually
doing just that, but finally decided it would be unwise. After all, she
didn't know how he'd react, and they would be stuck together for the
rest of the semester.
She settled for another stilted conversation that served to establish
bathroom protocols and convey brief biographies. When Melissa
asked, Rich confirmed he had a roommate -- "technically" was the
word he used. Rich said the grapevine reported Ray Guck, the
sophomore in question, planned to live in his girlfriend's room
elsewhere on campus. Melissa could guess from Rich's behavior that
the grapevine had plenty to report on herself, as well.
Following that meeting, they rarely talked to each other outside of
her CS class. Actually, they rarely *saw* each other outside of
class.
+++
Melissa's sense of isolation strengthened following a phone call
from Jacqui at the end of January. Jacqui had escaped prosecution,
but her parents had elected to transfer her to a private school that
specialized in assisting students who had been abused. The regular
calls, and accompanying masturbation to Jacqui's orders, were
ended.
As well, Melissa abandoned her periodic calls to Todd. Nobody had
any news of either Janet or Anne, and she found the calls, and their
associated memories, too depressing.
Nearly the only routines Melissa continued from her first semester
were the morning jogs with Pam, still dressed to kill, and the
regular visits to Sara for waxing, styling, and oral sex. Minus
Jacqui's largess, regular shopping binges were out of the question,
although Melissa picked up some jeans and casual slacks.
Without Jacqui's intercession, Melissa didn't know how to arrange
the daily fuck sessions, and they had lapsed. She let Darryl fuck her
once in the locker room, but fear of discovery and its consequences
outweighed the excitement; she had no trouble winning the standing
$50 bet. Recalling Jacqui's final advice, she turned down an
invitation to a varsity basketball squad party.
She was similarly uncertain of "entertaining" in the dorm room. Rich
was in his room so much of the time, what if he should hear
something? Moreover, her underlying shyness prevented her from
seeking out partners, and her reputation dissuaded prospective
suitors.
Melissa found the extra time on her hands a burden. She busied
herself with classwork, including tutoring, and started working as a
consultant at the computer center to occupy her hours. At least the
work generated a few dollars for her checking account. But overall,
the new semester had not been a happy one for the brunette.
Her weekends remained empty; frequently her entertainment
consisted of eavesdropping on the activities next door. Rich and a
small circle of friends typically gathered in his room on Saturday
nights for obscure role-playing games.
They were polite enough to her on campus, but she'd heard some of
them good-naturedly ribbing him. Sharing a private suite with the
"Slut of Sullivan," as they put it. Rich's continued protestations that
such thoughts never entered his mind had little impact.
Sometimes Melissa would drift to sleep, listening to the low
conversation and bursts of laughter from next door, and wonder if
they would be as forward in her presence as when they believed
themselves alone.
Chapter 18
By mid-February Melissa was sure she was going to go crazy.
Matters came to a head the Saturday after Valentine's Day. She was
sitting at the desk, attempting to work on a history paper that
wasn't even due for a week yet, but her attention kept drifting to the
game in progress next door.
They might call it "Dungeons and Dragons" but Melissa was sure
"Booty and Babes" would have been a better name. Apparently the
evening's adventure was set in a brothel somewhere and the
characters were running amok as usual. She twitched restlessly in
her chair, thinking she'd give those guys something to explore if
*she'd* been in that situation...
There was no way she was going to remain cooped up in the room all
night, Melissa abruptly decided. Just because she'd turned down the
invitation for that evening's basketball team get-together didn't
mean she couldn't crash it. A good fuck, or hopefully more than one,
was just what she needed. Besides, Darryl would be there.
She got excited just thinking about it. First she'd need to get cleaned
up. For the first time that year, the enema equipment was retrieved
from under the sink. Melissa stripped, then stroked herself
impatiently while she waited for the bag to fill. The horny coed
moaned with pleasure as she inserted the lubricated nozzle into
herself and allowed the warm liquid to begin filling her.
Several pints later, Melissa felt comfortably full. She paced the
room, adding extra sway to her hips to increase the arousing
pressure on her sphincter, and pondered her wardrobe. When she
noticed she was unconsciously plucking her nipples, Melissa's mind
flashed back to her first outing with Jacqui; she knew she'd wear the
peasant top again. And there was a black leather mini she'd found in
her dresser that Jacqui must have purchased.
Collecting her robe and a disposable douche, the brunette headed for
the bathroom. She started the shower, hoping it would cover the
noise of her activities, then moved to the toilet. Melissa teased
herself with the applicator, rubbing it along her slick lips, probing
gently and retreating, until her breath came in quick gasps. A nipple
was teased again, more urgently this time. She visualized an
imaginary cock that forced its way into and released its seed in
time with the spray of the douche.
The sensation pushed Melissa over the edge and she fought back the
exclamation that accompanied her release. At the same time the
cleansing liquids gushed from both her holes into the toilet bowl.
Fear that the gamers on the other side of the door might hear her
only strengthened the experience. The warmth of the shower that
followed totally relaxed her.
Melissa, remembering the Halloween party, dressed strictly for
convenience. She laughed to herself, realizing it had taken less time
than one of her old tomboy outfits would have. The top was worn off
her shoulders, low, and without benefit of a bra. It looked great with
the short miniskirt, which was just long enough to be decent. That
was just as well, because Melissa didn't want to sacrifice a pair of
panties to the occasion. Her legs, tanned and sleek, didn't need hose.
A pair of plain pumps had just enough heel for show, but were
reasonably comfortable and could be kicked off easily.
She thought about earrings, and settled on the studs; no sense
wearing something that might get tangled up tonight. Besides, she
didn't want to look like a total slut. Melissa's only other
ornamentation was her locket, beautifully framed upon the wide
expanse of skin above her cleavage. The coed gathered keys, ID and
some cash into a small pocketbook, and she was off.
Why, Melissa wondered, had she waited so long to do this?
+++
The party was in full swing by the time Melissa reached "Hell Suite."
Beckman Hall was one of the newer dorms, and featured several sets
of rooms connected by semi-private hallways that opened onto
lounges. The inebriated crowd overflowed out into the open areas
adjoining the fabled nerve center of campus party life. Powered
speakers nearly as tall as she was blasted music down the hallway.
Melissa worked her way through the other students, looking for a
friendly face. Finally she located Kevin Anderson, although she had
to survive a deadly glare from Susan Mustacato to approach within
speaking range.
"Kevin, hi! Have you seen Darryl tonight?"
"Lissa, you're looking good tonight. Glad you could make it." Kevin
paused momentarily as Susan's knuckles whitened on his arm. "I
think I saw Darryl back in Wayne's room. Look, we've gotta run. See
you later!"
She silently watched the couple depart. You'd think Susan could
lighten up, Melissa thought. Kevin's gonna have bruises tomorrow. Did
she find out about last semester?
A few minutes later she'd visited the ad-hoc bar and navigated to
the end of the hall. Melissa wrinkled her nose at the faint hint of
reefer, and peered into the crowded room. She didn't see Darryl
among the bodies.
"Well, well. Lissa Bednar. I'll bet you 50 bucks you can have more fun
than I can."
The coed turned at the familiar challenge. She recognized the
student facing her, but couldn't remember his name. Not that it
really mattered; they both knew what she wanted.
"You're on. Where can--"
He pressed her firmly against the wall, driving the breath from her
lungs, and ran two fingers up into her juicing slit. "Hell, let's do it
right here!" His mouth covered her own and smothered her protest.
Melissa could hear him unzipping his fly. Rolling along the wall
towards the occupied arm, she was able to break free. Suddenly the
wall ended and she stumbled backwards a few steps into one of the
rooms along the hallway. A quick glance revealed no other occupants,
until her pursuer entered behind her.
"Geez, Lissa, chill out. It's not like everybody doesn't already know
you're a slut or anything." He pushed the door most of the way closed
without latching it. "But the bed *would* be more comfortable."
This wasn't working out the way she'd planned. "I am *not* a slut!"
She'd accept that from Jacqui, but not from some... well, whatever. "I
just want to take things a little slower, that's all."
An expression that might have been a smirk quickly crossed his face
and was gone. "Oh baby, you're so hot I can't go slow. And I know you
want it as bad as I do. It's gonna be a great night." He slowly fisted
the cock protruding from his jeans, then unfastened them and let
them drop to the floor.
With fading reluctance, Melissa tore her eyes from his organ and
quickly shucked her own clothing. Hopefully the owner of the room
wasn't going to return any time soon. Then the time for thought was
past and she was falling backwards onto the bed, already arching
herself to pull his throbbing phallus more deeply within her.
He rode her hard and furiously, almost painfully, but Melissa was
pumping back against him just as urgently. Their mingled cries were
only of pleasure, and Melissa realized how badly she'd missed
fucking. Still, she was still approaching her own crest when she felt
him shudder and spend himself in her.
Damn! It would have been worth the $50 if he could have held out...
"No, don't stop now," she moaned.
The reply came from an unexpected direction. "Don't worry, babe, we
won't."
Surprised, Melissa pushed her hair out of the way and looked up. The
room seemed filled with men, most of them at least partially naked.
Her erstwhile partner rolled off her and stood with the others,
looking at her. She fought an urge to cover herself.
"Now wait a minute, guys," she began. True, this was starting to
shape up like Halloween night had, and it was what she had wanted,
but it didn't feel quite right. In fact...
"We owe you, Lissa." What? "Remember, I bet you that you'd have
more fun than I would. Well, I can't afford to loose the money, so
some of the guys offered to help me out. Go with the flow, babe!"
One of the men moved over her; Melissa didn't recognize him at all.
She began to consider flight more seriously, but abruptly he forced
himself on her. Not that much actual physical force was required to
embed his throbbing penis into her creaming pussy.
This time, when she opened her mouth to protest, another cock
plugged it. Angrily, the coed decided somebody was going to get a
kick in the balls. Her mind stuttered to a halt when she realized her
legs were already wrapped around her assailant's waist. Reflexively
her body resumed its rocking motion.
+++
The humiliating part was that she continued to orgasm. They'd been
working on her for a long time now, uncounted anonymous pricks that
invaded her body and sprayed their juice in all of her holes. Enough
semen remained to cover her exposed flesh, as well. And the scent in
the air suggested at least some of the wetness was urine rather
than spunk.
Melissa was very tired, and more than a little fearful by now. There
was none of the tenderness she'd always sensed from Jacqui, just
raw brutal sex. Even the lingerie party hadn't been like this. More
than once she'd tried to make a break for the door, but weight and
sheer numbers were always against her.
The pot smoke filling the room seared her lungs and raw throat. The
occasional alcoholic refresher only worsened her thirst. It was
nearly all she could think of, even as her asshole stretched to
accommodate another large male member. She'd threatened to
scream, *really* scream, when somebody offered her some cocaine
"to make her feel better."
She slumped on the sodden bed, exhausted, when the man behind her
withdrew. The teen had felt him come, hard, but nothing had jetted
into her this time. Perhaps they were finally getting tired. At least
most of them had left.
"That's cool, man! Have you got any more? That oughta get the slut
juiced up again for sure!"
Something about the comment grated on Melissa and she summoned
the energy to look in the direction of the speaker. She felt the
adrenaline rush of pure terror at the sight of the hypodermic needle.
"Get that fucking thing away from me!"
The sperm-drenched coed scrambled off the far side of the bed and
awkwardly regained her feet. The hypo wielder advanced slowly on
her. Melissa decided later her apparent calmness must have a sign of
near-shock; she grabbed a metal ruler she hadn't consciously noticed
from the desk behind her and lashed out at the hated instrument. The
fragile device was smashed to the floor as the man screamed and
clutched his slashed hand.
"Shit! Shit! Oh shit!" He didn't really seem to care about his bleeding
fingers. "Bitch! You fucking bitch! You know how much that stuff
costs?!"
Melissa continued to wave the ruler threateningly. "Not as much as
your medical bills if you guys come any closer! Party's over. Get out
of the room. *Now!* Or I'm calling security. And lock the door behind
you!"
Amazingly, it seemed to work. When the door latched, she rushed
forward and threw the deadbolt, they leaned heavily against the door
as her legs turned rubbery. Suddenly she felt nauseous and scrambled
for a nearby trash can; the tension, and alcohol and semen on a
nearly empty stomach, left her heaving for several minutes. The cup
of water Melissa allowed herself after rinsing her mouth tasted like
sweet ambrosia.
She wanted to sleep, but the teen forced herself to locate her
clothes and dress. She had to settle for wiping the worst of the gunk
off herself with a discarded T-shirt; there was no way she was
going back into that hallway to reach the bathroom. More than ever
she appreciated the simplicity of the night's outfit. She found her
purse, but somebody had taken the cash from it. Bastards.
The hallway... Melissa pondered, then decided a little tomboy
behavior was in order. There had been no attempts on the door, so
she unfastened the deadbolt -- the room's owner was going to be
unhappy enough without having to break down the door to get in. Then
she walked across the room, opened the window, and looked out.
Second floor. Easy drop, she told herself. Melissa tossed her pumps
to the grass below, hiked her mini up to her waist to free her legs,
and shimmied out the window. The sleeve of her blouse caught on
something, and she cursed at the sound of the rip, but it was too late
to do anything but drop and roll. A minute sufficed to restore her
appearance to something vaguely approaching normality -- at least
in the dark.
Whatever the hour was, it was late enough the campus was deserted,
for which Melissa was grateful. She limped across the grounds,
feeling the incipient aches throughout her body, and pulled herself up
the two flights of stairs in Gridley.
A last unpleasant surprise awaited her. Melissa found herself on the
verge of tears when she discovered someone had filled her keyhole
with superglue. Damn it, she silently wailed to herself, why does
this have to happen to me? She pondered the thought of calling Josh
for assistance, but shrank from it. Likewise, there was no way she
was going to stay out all night.
With extreme reluctance, she crossed to the door marked "301" that
had once been hers, and knocked softly. After a second, louder, knock,
the door opened and Rich peered out.
"Lissa? Are you all right?"
Melissa wished it were darker. "I'm fine. I, ah, forgot my room key.
Can you let me in through your room?"
Rich's eyes flicked to her hand, which fisted tighter about the key in
question, across the torn sleeve of her blouse, then back to her face.
She'd never felt so low. Melissa knew she reeked of sex, surely he
could smell it. God, if she broke down in front of him...
"Sure, no problem."
She made a determined beeline for the safety of her room.
"You're sure you're okay, Lissa? There's nothing wrong? You look
kinda--"
"I'm fine, damnit! Just leave me alone!" Then she had one, and finally
both, doors between them and could give in to the sobs that wracked
her frame.
Jacqui had been right; she shouldn't have gone to the party. A little
less luck, and she could have ended up like Janet. It was hard, so
hard, being alone. But perhaps it was safer. She would, Melissa
decided, watch her step very carefully from now on.
+++
Predictably, the public got a different spin on the story. Even
Melissa couldn't help hearing about how she'd been so horny that
she'd gone to the party and paid a bunch of guys to gang-bang her.
There'd been no repercussions about the trashing of the room in
Beckman, but Hell Suite was proudly displaying a grimy, stained
sheet they called "The Shroud of Spermin'." The locker room joke was
that any girl who lay on it would become as big a slut as Melissa
Bednar.
Rich gave her a few strange looks during the following week, but she
refused to talk with anyone about that night. As if anyone wanted to
do something as mundane as talk to the Slut of Sullivan. Even Pamela
was unable to drag Melissa out of her shell.
Chapter 19
This virtual stasis held until spring was far enough advanced for
baseball season to begin. Melissa had grown accustomed to holding
herself aloof from dorm affairs, but when she saw the sign-up sheet
announcing the formation of a coed softball team for the dorm, she
couldn't resist. It wasn't the same as real baseball, her favorite
sport, but it would be close enough to be fun, even if she had to put
up with the disdain of the other team members.
On the day of the first practice, Melissa rummaged in the bottom of
her trunk until she located her Twins cap and her trusty glove. It
still was tied tightly around a baseball and smelled pleasantly of
saddle oil. Pleased to feel the well-broken-in leather was still
supple, she unwrapped the glove and slid it onto her hand. The fit of
cap was slightly strange when she tugged it into place, thanks to the
missing ponytail, but Melissa adjusted it slightly and decided she
was ready to go. The brunette bounced down the stairs and headed
out to the field, feeling better than she had in a long time.
Melissa recognized the future members of her team tossing a ball
around on one of the diamonds. She was surprised to see Rich among
them; Melissa hadn't figured him for a sports fan, but he appeared to
be holding his own. Not surprisingly, the girls were not well
represented, although at least it looked like most of them could
throw a ball half decently.
After positioning herself within range, Melissa called, "Hey, throw
one over here!" and held up her glove. There was a pause; apparently
she had been previously unnoticed and it was clear her arrival was
unexpected. With a shrug at the others, one of the players lobbed the
ball in her direction. Melissa deftly fielded the catch and returned
the ball with a smooth, powerful throw that smacked loudly into the
target glove back across the diamond. Pleased to see a few
welcoming grins among the raised eyebrows, she settled into the
game.
By the end of the practice Melissa had captured the position of
shortstop. A few throws and some at-bats confirmed her suspicion
that she was one of the better players on the team. She was relieved
to see most of her teammates were glad to have her playing with
them. As they were walking back to the dorm, Rich moved alongside
to comment, "You're a pretty mean player, Lissa. Where'd you learn to
throw like that, anyway?"
She laughed easily before replying, "I used to play all the time with
my brothers when we were growing up. It must run in the family,
we're all baseball fanatics, I just love it. I don't know how I'm going
to survive the season without a TV, but at least this will alleviate
some of the withdrawal pain."
Rich offered, "Yeah, I'm more of a watcher than a player, myself. I
figure I'll spend a lot of time 'studying' in front of the television in
the campus center." For a moment she thought he was finished, but
her suitemate surprised Melissa with an invitation. "Hey, are you
interested in joining a rotisserie league? A couple of us are putting
one together this year."
Melissa had heard, vaguely, of them, but wasn't sure how exactly
they worked or if she wanted to participate. The hesitation must
have shown on her face, for he rushed to add, "Just come over
Saturday night and check it out. That is, if you aren't doing anything.
We'd be happy to have you."
When finally she nodded, Rich beamed, "Great, see you then. Look, I
gotta run, talk to you later!" and trotted off. Melissa watched him go
and wondered what she'd gotten herself into. Well, it looked like
she'd finally get to attend one of his Saturday gaming sessions; it
should be interesting, at the least.
+++
Actually, Melissa enjoyed that Saturday night immensely.
Conversation was minimal as they waited for everyone to arrive and
Rich introduced her to his friends. She and the others listened
carefully as Ed and Mike explained the game for the benefit of the
newcomers. Things loosened up considerably as they conducted their
"draft" in conjunction with a spirited debate on the pros and cons of
various favored players.
It was refreshing to have a hard-core baseball skull session with
the guys and, as at softball practice, Melissa's obvious expertise and
enthusiasm won over the others. Although no serious action could
begin until the major league season started later in the year, Rich
invited Melissa to join them again next week for some of their other
games. The suggestion was seconded by the others.
Still a little nonconformist, Melissa decided as she prepared for bed,
but it appeared she had a social life for the first time this semester.
Of course, some of these guys probably hadn't even noticed she was a
girl, but it was refreshing to have men treat her as something more
than a brainless, breathing sex doll. She sighed; if only somebody
would treat her as an intelligent, human sex doll. Well, one step at a
time...
+++
The following Saturday found them gathered again in Rich's room.
Both Melissa and Rich (so he said) were feeling a bit sore after the
afternoon's first game. They'd lost, but it had been a narrow defeat.
Rotisserie business was concluded quickly and they began
preparations for the evening's gaming session.
Fascinated, Melissa tried to follow overlapping summaries from Ed
and Dennis while an amazing number of books, papers, colored dice
and tiny figurines were spilled onto the beds. Obviously much more
went on than the verbal fencing she'd been accustomed to
eavesdropping on.
It was weird, but by the end of the evening she'd decided she liked it.
She still felt lost half the time, but there was something about the
creativity and interaction that made the game much more exciting
than just reading a book or watching a movie. The others had
loosened up considerably after she'd taken in stride a visit to their
base of operations, the combination restaurant and brothel she'd
heard about.
Melissa, in the guise of her fighter "Minuet," had even slain her first
orc. She thought about it again, looking at the delicately painted lead
figure with hair dark like her own (before she'd had it cut). The tiny
sword held in its grip reminded her of the metal ruler she'd wielded
in Hell Suite, an intriguing echo of reality. But here an imaginary
sword would suffice to defend her; she was among friends. 'Friend,'
rather; it was after midnight and the others had already left.
She realized Rich was talking to her. "What?"
"I said, 'you should do that more often.'"
"Do what?" Apparently she'd spent more time than she'd thought
reminiscing.
He met her glance, hastily dropped his eyes to the papers he was
sorting, and cautiously looked up again. "Smile." Rich tried a grin.
"I've been here over half a semester, and except for today and last
Saturday I've never seen you smile, Lissa. It's too bad; I'd like to see
more of it. Our company must agree with you."
Inwardly the coed cringed. Was he hitting on her? She realized that
subconsciously she'd believed his earlier disclaimers. Did Rich want
Lissa, or the Slut, or was he just making conversation? The Slut was
definitely *not* available, but Lissa didn't want to damage a new
friendship unnecessarily.
"Um, thanks, Rich." Something in her tone must have been off,
because she could see him flinch. "I've gotta hit the sack now, I'm
bushed." She set her figure beside the others and rose.
Rich stood as well. "Sure, it is kinda late." His hands drifted for a
moment before he shoved them into his pockets. "We all enjoyed
having you over. I hope you'll be able to make it again next week."
God, she didn't want to leave him like this, it reminded her too much
of herself, well, before. There must be something upbeat but
noncommittal she could say... "Sure. See you tomorrow at brunch?"
Melissa wanted to kick herself even before she finished saying it,
but that goofy grin was back on Rich's face. It looked like she was
committed, and it was only a meal in the cafeteria. Still, what had
she been thinking of?
The question stayed with her until she fell asleep.
+++
That brunch was the first of a great many meetings Melissa and Rich
had throughout the following weeks. He was a gentleman, never
hinting he wanted more than just her company, ignoring subtle and
not-so-subtle jeers from some of the other students.
Gradually the wary brunette relaxed again, and found she enjoyed his
presence. He had a quick mind and a quirky sense of humor, and
seemed to enjoy startling her into laughter. In revenge, she took to
trying the same with him, although it was difficult to surprise more
than that lopsided grin onto his face.
They shared the softball games and practices, and the Saturday
gaming sessions. The occasional meal together expanded to nearly
every meal, and Melissa no longer had to eat alone when her schedule
didn't match Pam's. The pair became a regular sight in the dorm lounge
whenever a game was on the TV, often intermixing comments on the
game and their current CS projects. Rich joined the girls on the
jogging circuit, once, before declaring he wasn't ready to die before
his time.
Rich even became the first man to enter the sanctuary of her room
since Christmas break, although he was especially circumspect
there. He avoided the queen bed as if it were a vat of sucking
quicksand. Melissa finally had to pull over the chair from the unused
desk so they could study the coursework at her desk, seated side by
side.
That evening, as she smirked at her mental picture of Rich
helplessly disappearing into the depths of the bed, Melissa finally
admitted to herself that she *wanted* him in that bed -- with her.
The worst part was that she had absolutely no idea how to go about
accomplishing it.
It wasn't clear he'd *ever* get around to making a move on his own;
maybe that was her fault. The only approach she had any experience
with called for stripping and cornering him in his room, then getting
to it, hot and heavy. But that definitely wasn't Rich's style..
Moreover, Melissa didn't want to live down to the images he must
still have of her from after the party and that first day in the
bathroom. Maybe he'd be repulsed by The Slut.
She began taking more care with her wardrobe again, even for the
Saturday night sessions, but couldn't think of a way to let Rich know
it was for him. Melissa was at her wit's end as spring break
approached.
+++
Her eyes were starting to cross as Melissa struggled through the
relativity chapter for a second time. She greeted the staccato knock
that was Rich's signature with a sense of relief and rolled away
from the confounded book with a sigh.
"Come on in, Rich! Rescue me from these miserable physicists!"
After pulling off her glasses and tossing them aside, the coed looked
up and realized her suitemate looked about as tense as she'd ever
seen him. Something was definitely up. She gestured for Rich to take
a seat and hunched herself into a sitting position as she asked, "so,
what's new?"
"Do you, ah, have any, ah, plans for next week?"
A very interesting question, Melissa reflected. Rhetorical too, as
she'd made no secret of them. Or lack thereof; she'd expected a quiet
spring break on a nearly deserted campus. Could it be that one of her
miserable lame hints had actually reached its target?
"No, not really," she admitted. "Lie around, practice being shiftless,
maybe work on my tan." She had to ask: "You have any better
suggestions?"
Melissa could see him swallowing, then Rich made eye contact with
her and held it. "Well, my family has a cabin up in the mountains;
we're going up for at least part of the week. We've got plenty of
room, as long as you don't mind using a sleeping bag, and it's okay
with my folks, they won't mind, and--" He seemed to realize he was
running on, and took a quick breath. "Would you like to come, Lissa?"
Wow. She'd been hoping Rich would stick around for a day or two so
they could get some time together; this was far better than Melissa
had hoped for. On the other hand, a family outing might not have
much privacy... What the heck; at least they'd be together. Oops! It
looked like Rich was holding his breath.
"I'd love to, Rich; thank you." Melissa smiled as she replied, knowing
she was going to see that stupid-looking grin again.
"Really? Perfect! It's gonna be a great week, I know it!" For a few
moments he wore a full-fledged smile, then it faded to the
expression she knew so well. But she could still see the smile in his
eyes.
Maybe it wasn't such a silly expression after all. Melissa laughed,
surprising him. "I don't suppose you could take me now, before the
physics test?"
Chapter 20
Melissa gazed out at the pine forest. Towering behind the trees,
mountains stretched like a giant wall running as far as she could see
to the east and west. Then it was hidden from view again as the dirt
road cut around the side of another hill. It was all very different
from Sullivan College's desert environs or Minnesota. She glanced
speculatively at Rich, who was preoccupied with keeping the pickup
away from the worst of the numerous potholes in the road.
His parents had picked them up from Sullivan on Friday night and
they'd all returned to the Nelson's home on the east side of the
metropolitan area. She'd hit it off well with Mr. and Mrs. Nelson and
had felt quite comfortable by the time she was shown into the spare
bedroom.
That morning they'd gathered around the kitchen table to discuss
"the change in plans" over a late breakfast. Apparently something had
come up and Rich's parents couldn't get free until the middle of the
week. Mrs. Nelson had then suggested that instead of losing a few
days in the valley, Rich and Melissa could go up immediately with
the truck and supplies, and the others would follow on Thursday. The
brunette tried to avoid appearing too eager when Rich looked to her
for approval before agreeing.
Now, several hours later, she and Rich were almost there. They
turned off the main road to follow an even narrower track over a
small bridge and through a few more twists. The A-frame was
nestled between some pines and a huge sycamore; when they got out
of the truck, Melissa could see some apple trees behind the house
and heard a small creek somewhere nearby.
"It's beautiful, Rich! Did you really build it yourselves?" she asked.
She shrugged into a light sweater as she listened to the reply; they'd
warned her it was about 20 degrees cooler than in the city.
"Yup. With a little extra slave labor. In fact," Rich warned, "you're
probably gonna get drafted this week. Judging by the cement in the
truck, Dad's gonna put in the footings for the porch extension."
"I think I could survive that," the coed admitted. "So, show me
around! I want to see everything!" And that especially includes you,
Mr. Richard Nelson, she added mentally. Porches could wait for later.
+++
It started after dinner. They'd grilled steaks and baked potatoes, and
argued good-naturedly about how to cook the meat. There had been a
box of cookies among the groceries for dessert. After they'd cleaned
up the few utensils involved, Rich had insisted they go for a walk.
"It's a tradition. We always go on walks after dinner. Besides, if
'Minuet' can't go adventuring tonight, you'll have to fill in for her."
The walk had taken them perhaps a mile around the small cluster of
cabins, with Rich pointing out landmarks or other oddities along the
way. Melissa enjoyed the smell of the clean, crisp air and watched
the sky turn rose and then a deepening blue behind the silhouettes of
the trees.
When they reached the small bridge they'd crossed on the way in, she
leaned on the railing, looking downstream, and let the music of the
water relax her. She was surprised to feel Rich's breath on the back
of her neck; she hadn't heard him approach. The skin on her arms
prickled.
"Do you like it here?" he asked softly, almost whispering.
"It's beautiful." More words would have spoiled it.
Rich surprised her again. "*You're* beautiful, Melissa."
She reached behind her, finding his hands with her own, and pulled
them around her until she was enfolded in his embrace. The initial
resistance left his arms after a brief hesitation, and Rich tightened
his grip on her. Now Melissa could feel his excitement through the
two layers of denim separating them; her own body was responding
as well.
A moment later she was turning to face him and they kissed. It was
a chaste kiss, a bare touching of their lips, such as she'd been
accustomed to bestowing on relatives. But it left her as breathless
as a hard sprint, and the liplock that followed gave her no chance to
gasp for air. Certainly it was different than anything she'd shared
before, except perhaps with Jacqui.
The pair broke away from each other, trying to regain their balance,
after they reeled into the bridge railing. Rich was staring at her,
wide-eyed; Melissa was sure her expression was much the same. She
debated taking him here, now... but she wanted something more than
just raw sex this time.
"Let's go home, Rich. I want to go to bed."
His mouth opened, and it seemed she could see his face lose much of
its color. "Melissa! I-I didn't--"
That idiot, she thought. Is he blind? "I am *not* planning to sleep in
it alone." Suddenly, the coed giggled. "Actually, I'm not sure I'm
planning to sleep at all!"
He moved forward and before she realized what Rich intended, he had
scooped her up and twirled in a dizzying circle. Several times.
Melissa wasn't sure if her exclamation was surprise, fright,
exhilaration, or a little of all three, but Rich silenced it with
another kiss. Luckily he continued to support her, because she wasn't
sure she could support her own weight.
+++
An indeterminate time later, Melissa found herself facing Rich
across the bed in the master bedroom. She'd visualized herself
gracefully shedding her clothing while locking a sultry gaze on him,
but her jeans had other plans. After teetering off-balance, snared by
one ankle, the brunette fell face-down on the bed.
She should have stuck with a skirt, Melissa berated herself. She
heard Rich choke back a laugh, then he pulled the offending garment
clear and bounced onto the bed beside her.
"I love it when you act sexy," he teased.
She sniggered. Helplessly, they both began laughing. A moment later,
breathless again, Melissa rolled sideways to find Rich studying her
intently. "Rich? Is anything wrong? You aren't a...?" Her voice trailed
off uncertainly.
He managed a sheepish grin, just the barest quirk of his lips. "No...
It's just that I'm sure you have a lot more, ah, practical experience
than I do." More nervously, he continued, "I guess I'm afraid I might
not measure up."
"You *already* measure up, Rich! You're probably the only person on
campus besides Pam who has any appreciation for me as anything
more than a super-deluxe sex doll. I'm tired of being the 'Sullivan
Slut!'" She reached far enough to grip his forearm. "I heard you tell Ed
and the others you weren't interested in The Slut" -- he twitched but
remained silent -- "but I *know* you're interested in *me*, Lissa.
We've shared so many other things, Rich, I want to share this with
you too."
"And don't worry about experience." She smiled, trying to lighten the
atmosphere. "I'm sure you're a good student. We can study together."
Decisively, Melissa reached for his fly. "But these clothes have
*got* to go!"
Soon they were both completely naked. As she'd expected, Rich's cock
was quivering, as hard as her own aching nipples. He ran a hand
softly up her thigh, just missing her drooling slit. "You really are
bare! God, I thought I was hallucinating. Lissa, you're beautiful!"
She realized he was referring to the morning they'd first met in the
bathroom. "You look quite delicious yourself, if you don't mind my
saying so."
The brunette took him in her mouth, delighting in the taste of the
pre-cum that coated the head of his organ. Within seconds Rich
moaned and jetted copiously, clutching her to him. Melissa
swallowed rapidly, just managing to keep up with him, and savored
the salty treat as his orgasm ended.
She looked up at him, worried her lover might be upset at coming so
quickly, but Rich appeared to be taking matters in stride. Her fears
were unfounded. Rich caught his breath, and melted her insides with
a new, heated version of his usual grin.
"Wow! Okay, Lissa, my turn. I've wanted to taste you for the longest
time..."
It seemed to take him the longest time, too, she decided as she
squirmed helplessly atop the bed. His kisses, licking and soft
stroking meandered across her heated body for an eternity before,
seemingly by chance, he drifted to her creaming hole. Melissa gasped
sharply at the contact with her swollen clit but Rich's tongue had
already moved on.
"Rich!" she panted between breaths, "I thought... you said... you didn't...
have much... experience!... Oh God... don't stop!"
His head lifted, and she could see the usual impish smile had
returned. "I said '*practical* experience.' I have conducted an
extensive literature survey, however. I take it my efforts meet with
your approval?" A probing finger took the air from her lungs before
she reply, and he returned to his task.
When it felt like every muscle in her body was drawn taut, Melissa
grabbed desperately and pulled Rich's face firmly into her crotch. His
tongue began probing her vigorously, and she peaked in a prolonged
climax that had her crying out and bucking wildly.
The initial frenzy was satisfied, but Melissa could feel the
penetrating heat of deep arousal warming her entire body. She
remembered to open her eyes, and found Rich had edged up beside her.
She doubted the wetness glistening on his face came from the sweat
covering her limbs.
Without speaking a word, his mouth covered hers and Melissa felt his
again-rigid phallus pressing against her. There was a moment of
uncertainty before she guided him into her slippery depths, and then
they were pressed tightly together along the entire length of their
bodies. Wanting more, she pressed her pubis upward, then relaxed. In
response, Rich began a slow thrusting motion.
Melissa wallowed in the delightful ecstasy of their act, knowing
they were building to another peak but wanting the moment to last.
She ran her hands along Rich's back, feeling the play of his muscles
under the skin as he pumped into her, and collected her scattered
wits.
"'Literature survey,' my ass! I thought you boys never looked at
anything besides the pictures!"
"Untrue! Why, some of my favorite books don't have any pictures in
them at all. How would you know what boys look at, anyway?"
"Spying on my brothers. Ouch!" Rich had tweaked a nipple
unexpectedly. "What was that for?"
He smirked. "Spying. It's a nasty habit. I also seem to recall you
mentioning you'd been listening to me..."
Holding her close, Rich rolled until Melissa was atop him, then
directed his attention to her breasts, working them in his hands and
pinching the stiffened tips of her nipples. Reflexively Melissa
started riding herself up and down his jutting cock, picking up the
pace.
"Aaaah," she sighed, feeling her wetness soaking the junction
between their bodies. "God, Rich, yes, don't quit now!" Melissa bore
down hard upon the hardened flesh that impaled her, as if seeking to
push all of him inside her glistening folds. Then, recollecting the
previous semester's lessons, she began exerting her abdominal
muscles and it was Rich's turn to gasp with unexpected pleasure.
"*Lissa!* Jeez... Oh..." He pulled her against him once again. "Uh...
Yesssss... Oh!... Oh! Oh, God!"
Rich shuddered in her arms, mouthing unrecognizable exclamations.
Melissa felt him spurting inside her, his trembling cock pumping
jets of warm semen into her equally heated pussy. Hugely aroused,
she loosed the reins of her self-control and slid into a climax no
less powerful than her partner's.
+++
Melissa hadn't realized she'd closed her eyes until he kissed her,
some time later, and she opened them again. Rich twisted a hand in
to brush a strand of her sweaty hair from his face, which creased
into his usual grin. She felt an answering expression form on her
own face.
"I feel like I've been mauled," he sighed. "It seems rumors of certain
other of your nasty habits have some basis in truth."
Melissa stuck out her tongue and blew him a soft raspberry. "Don't
believe everything you hear." Although, she mused, gossip was likely
to run a poor second to reality in her case.
"Oh, I don't." Rich rolled her gently to one side, adding, "I expect a
significant amount of 'research' will be required to confirm or deny
them." His fingers teased her jawline, then traced softly to the
locket and down nearly to her breast before she captured his hand in
hers. "Will you assist me?" he queried earnestly.
She leaned closer for a soft kiss. "Just try and stop me, Rich!"
"Hmmm, I fight I'd love to lose..." His grin widened and Melissa
mentally braced herself. "Speaking of bad habits, what do you think
about using a hash table instead of a b-tree for next week's parsing
problem?"
"Rich!" The coed thought briefly of bashing him with a pillow, but it
seemed like too much work. In a sense, she was pleased; Melissa
knew he meant the question seriously, despite the context, and this
sort of intellectual banter was one of the things that had attracted
her in the first place.
But still... "Screw programming! This is supposed to be something
special. Don't you have any respect for this moment?" She tried a
glare, but couldn't hold it in the face of his quirky grin and the
tenderness in his eyes.
"I'd rather be screwing you, Lissa, but I'm afraid I'm pooped out at
the moment. And I'll always remember you falling out of your jeans."
Rich squeezed her hand to reinforce his next statement. "Seriously, I
could never forget this evening, Lissa, and I'll *always* treasure
*you*. But I prefer to look forward to the many experiences I know
we'll have in the future rather than what lies in the past."
Touched, Melissa eagerly moved into his embrace for another
lingering kiss. This one, fueled by emotion greater than affection but
no longer lust, lasted for an eternity. Melissa broke it with an
unvocalized sigh, lips still parted, when she realized Rich had
drifted to sleep. Men! It was clear the future would not start until
the next morning, she reflected.
She rolled away enough to kill the lamp beside the bed, then snuggled
close against Rich's warmth. It seemed like a lifetime since she'd
last been able to fall asleep in another's comforting presence.
Melissa hugged Rich closer; she'd missed this so much!
Rich had been right, she realized. She was looking forward to nights
spent spooned comfortably against him, and days when they could
work and play together. Melissa's final decision crystallized just as
she was drifting off. She *would* share a few of her "bad habits" --
this time on her own terms.
The smile was still on her face when Rich woke the following
morning.
The End.
For Now!