Adults Only
Loren
by Kylie X.
Part Two
I hadn't even unpacked yet, that's how crazy the afternoon had been. I'd been spanked and humiliated, forced to suck Loren's pussy and masturbate her in the shower. I'd cleaned her room and gotten Loren into a little fight, sort of, but I hadn't really moved in, not yet. She watched me as I opened my bag and started taking out my clothes, handing them to her so Loren could pass judgment on my wardrobe and so far it wasn't looking good.
"Nope…Nope…" Loren sighed. "…No! What's with all this crap? You look like you raided the Salvation Army or something. Are you Amish?"
She was holding up a long skirt, like most of them were, dark with a white lace hem and I giggled, feeling slightly embarrassed because it did look sorta …Amish. All of my clothes were conservative though. I'd never dressed slutty or even sexy; it was something utterly alien to me. Rodney had tried a few times to get me into something sexy for our dates, but I'd always refused.
"We're gonna have to go shopping this weekend," Loren decided. "This is no good. None of it."
"It's…All I have," I said, kneeling at her feet and biting my lip.
"I got something for you, but just for tonight," Loren said and she was getting up, looking through her dresser and all her clothes were just stuffed in the drawers it looked like.
"Here…" she threw a t-shirt at me, "…And, oh…These…"
I caught a pair of shorts, some serious short shorts in pink denim. The t-shirt was cotton and baby blue and I held it up and it was going to be too small for me, I could tell that immediately.
"Queer Nation," I read aloud, blinking at the pink letters and Loren giggled.
"It's a souvenir. Sorta special, so don't get it stained," she said and I looked at her. "Well, put it on, Suzy."
"It isn't gonna fit," I said, but I sensed Loren wasn't going to care about that and I was reaching for my bra.
"No bra," Loren shook her head. "Gimme that. You don't ever wear a bra anymore, understand? Your tits are immaculate!"
"Um….Alright," I said, tossing my bra to Loren who promptly threw it in her little round trashcan next to her desk.
I stood up, slowly, still naked, since that was one of the rules, and I pulled the t-shirt on over my head. It was tight around my tits, unbelievably tight, and the short sleeves barely covered my shoulders. It didn't even come down far enough to cover my belly button, not even close. The back of the shirt hugged my body, but the front merely hugged my tits, beneath them the t-shirt just hung sort of loose and tried to ride back up against the pressure. I had to tug it back down every few minutes or the bottoms of my breasts were quickly exposed.
"Shorts too," Loren said, smiling at me. "You can wear panties if you want."
"Thanks," I almost smiled as I found a pair of white bikini panties to wear.
"Not those!" Loren laughed. "God…Put these on."
She tossed me a red thong, a tiny one and I stared at it. I wasn't even sure how to put it on; there was nothing but a couple strings and a red bit of triangle. I figured it out though, feeling my blood burn hot under Loren's watchful eyes and I pulled the thong into place carefully, so that almost covered my pussy. The thin back ran over my asshole and up, between my black cheeks and I stared down at myself for a second.
"Tomorrow I want you to shave your cunt." Loren said, eyeing my thin black bush. "I want you neat down there, like a little fuckin' girl, okay?"
"Alright," I agreed softly, pulling up the shorts now and they were small too, but not too bad.
They fit my waist and hips okay and the legs were large enough for my thighs, since Loren was actually a little bigger than me that way, but they were so short! They barely covered my ass, truthfully, and I felt like half of my butt was hanging out the back, but that was just my imagination mostly. I was showing every inch of my long black legs and that was way more daring than I wanted to be.
"Now, that's hot!" Loren grinned at me. "You should be wearing shorts like that all the time. You got legs from hell, you know that?"
"I do?" I giggled nervously, snapping those shorts closed and zipping them up.
"Oh yeah, Suzy," Loren sighed. "You're gorgeous."
"Thank you," I said, looking down shyly and my heart thumped and I didn't understand it, but I was more than a little pleased by her reaction.
"Hey, get my cock out of the nightstand there," Loren pointed to the small cabinet next to her bed.
"What?" I didn't understand her.
"The drawer there, open it up," she said and the girl was pulling a t-shirt, one of those ribbed tank top sort over head.
"Oh!" I blinked rapidly as I found what Loren wanted. It was a dildo, a very large and lifelike thing, cream colored with veins and a smooth circumcised head, even a bair of testicles hanging down as I picked it up gently. It was surprisingly heavy and very firm, but almost soft as well and I'd never touched a dildo in my life before. I'd never touched any sort of cock, not even Rodney's, and I felt my heart flutter nervously.
"Yeah, bring it over here," Loren chuckled and she was still naked but for that t-shirt. "Do you like my cock, Suzy?"
"Um," I didn't know what to say. It had straps and a molded base and when I gave it to her, Loren started putting the dildo on, quickly and easily, like she'd been doing it her whole life. I just stepped back and stared at her, feeling my body burn. It was like seeing something very private, as if catching my parents having sex or something, I don't know. I was humiliated by the experience of just seeing Loren fitting that obscene toy around her hips.
"You like it, don't you?" Loren breathed, stroking her cock slowly with her fist now. The color was vey close to her own natural skin tone and it looked almost real, although obviously it wouldn't fool anyone.
"I never..." I swallowed hard. "I don't know."
"I do," she laughed. "Give it a kiss, come on. Get on your knees and give my cock a kiss so he knows you love him."
"W-What?" I stared at her and Loren just shook her head. "You heard me, do you want another spanking already, Suzy?"
"No," I whispered.
"Then be a good little slut and get on your knees," she said. "Don't tell me you've never kissed a dick before."
"I haven't," I said seriously. "We never...I don't know how or anything."
"Fuck!" Loren grinned at me and licked her lips. "Do you know how sexy that is? Just kiss it, later I'll teach you how to suck it."
I did as Loren told me, moving slowly but without any complaint. I knelt down in front of her and the woman just stood there, hands on hips and smiling. She urged me on with soft words, but that was all, and I new it was just plastic, or rubber or whatever, but it looked real and Loren was wearing it and I closed my eyes.
"Mmmm...Good girl," Loren said and then she stroked my hair as my lips touched the swollen head of her cock. I kissed it for her and then, for no real reason, I kissed her muscular thighs, first the left and then right, on either side of her cock and just below the straps that held it in place. Loren didn't say anything about that, but I could tell she was pleased and for some reason that made me warm all over and I smiled shyly, looking away as I stood up again.
"Make yourself beautiful now," Loren told me. "I mean it, seriously hot. We're going out."
"Okay," I whispered and looked around for my purse, feeling both frustrated and relieved that Loren didn't want me to do anything else with her cock and for a brief second I'd imagined that thing inside me. That was a scary thrill and I pushed the thought away, knowing it was crazy, but I'd had similar thoughts about Rodney, from time to time, and I knew a part of me was eager to lose my virginity.
I also knew I was beautiful and the idea of making myself up for another woman wasn't something I wanted to think about really, but Loren…I found my eyes drawn to her, like she was a magnet and I just couldn't help it. She was in charge, much more so than my boyfriend had ever been with me. I liked that, strange as it sounds. I wanted that from the person I was with and Rodney had always respected me too much maybe. When I said no to something he backed off, he didn't put me over his knees and spank me. Why did I like that so much?
Guilt filled me, as it had all afternoon, coming and going as my thoughts turned. Now it was back because I was betraying the man I loved. I was brushing my hair for Loren, for a white woman. I'd painted my lips red just for her, used a bit of mascara, some eye shadow. I wore my diamond earrings, not large ones, just small studs, but they'd been a gift from Rodney and I liked them. I tugged that t-shirt down as it tried to ride high on my swollen breasts, the words "Queer Nation" there for anyone to see.
"Give me this," Loren was right there when I stood up, taking out my left earring and smoothing my hair. "Just in the right ear from now on, Suzy."
"Why?" I asked, watching as she tossed the other on onto the dresser.
"Cause, it means you're a pussy licker," she laughed and the girl was dressed like a boy.
She wore jeans and boots, a flannel shirt tucked in and unbuttoned to show a ribbed tank top underneath. The sleeves were rolled up and Loren's short blonde hair was combed back from her smooth forehead. She had her six earrings in her right ear and some big silver rings on her fingers. The lump in her pants, the bulge, was unmistakable and I glanced at it nervously. Loren had tucked that cock inside her jeans, somehow, and it was coiled and waiting now, and it gave the girl a masculinity somehow. She was a girl, but she could have been a rather pretty young man too, at first glance, but not effeminate. Loren didn't move like a girl, not at all and it was confusing for me, like everything else about her.
"Where are we going tonight?" I asked, desperately wanting to overcome my meekness.
"I'm going to show you off, baby," Loren smiled. "Grab your purse and change your shoes. You got any heels? I know you got one pair, put them on."
"Okay," I agreed and I took off the leather sandals I was wearing and put on the only real pair of heels I owned, some two inch dress shoes in black leather that I seldom wore.
"Better," Loren nodded her approval, smiling at the way those shoes pushed my tits out one way and my ass out the other. "You look nice, Suzy."
"Thank you," I smiled shyly. "So do you."
"Do I?" she laughed. "Am I handsome?"
"Yeah," I decided, telling her the truth because she did look like a boy, albeit a pretty one.
"You're learning now, huh?" she sighed happily. "Where have you been all my life?"
"I dunno," I giggled and she was taking my hand.
"You stay close to me all night, understand?" Loren was speaking as we walked towards the stairs. "I'm not gonna go looking for you and if I see you flirting with another girl, I'll kick her ass and spank yours."
"I know," I nodded.
"You know that, do you?" she grinned at me. "You don't know anything yet, Suzy."
We went down the three flights slowly, mostly because I wasn't used to moving very fast in those heels, but Loren was patient enough. When we got to the bottom she stopped me before I could open the door, pushing it open for me and holding it like a real boy might and I smiled at that.
Loren pulled me into the commons, which like the center of social life at the dorm. Sort of a combination living room, recreation room, lounge, whatever. There were about a dozen girls in there, probably more and I swallowed hard as Loren pulled me into the middle of it. I wanted to tug my t-shirt back down because it had been pulled up enough that the swell of my breasts was obvious, like my nipples which had suddenly popped hard and burning with my humiliation.
"Hey guys, this is Suzy," Loren said carelessly. "My new roommate."
"Hi Suzy…Hey Suze…Hmmm, Suzy…" most of the girls greeted me, one way or another. Some of them just shrugged and had no interest, others giggled, and one or two of them gave me hungry, mannish looks that made me shiver and I found myself clinging to Loren
"Say hi, Suzy," Loren smiled at me. "You live here, remember?"
"Uh, hi," I said softly, feeling my face burning darkly and I avoided their gaze, but my tummy was trembling with excitement. My pussy was wet! God, what was I doing? Why did this turn me on?
"Hmmm…" Loren chuckled and then kissed me, right in front of them. She pulled my mouth to hers and tabbed her tongue into my mouth and I whimpered on weak knees as her hand found my left breast through my t-shirt. She squeezed it hard and I was going to cum, I swear. It was right there and I was almost crying with humiliation and then frustration as Loren let me go just a moment too soon.
I was breathless and licking my lips and Loren was walking me past those girls while they wished us a good time. Some of them weren't impressed, obviously, and not every girl in that dorm was lesbian or even bisexual, but none of them were going to say anything. At least not to Loren, but I knew inside that I was only safe while I was with her and it was a feeling I found myself enjoying a lot.
I couldn't even imagine having the nerve to do something like that, kiss a girl in public and tell the world I was gay. But Loren didn't even seem to think it was strange and she forced me to do it. That was a turn on too and for the life of me I couldn't explain why. It just occurred to me that this woman, this blonde soccer player, had to be about the most confident, most secure person I'd ever met and I felt like nobody could hurt us when I was with her.
Have you ever felt that? It's a rush, a genuine sensation of pleasure that makes the heart thump. Nothing bad was going to happen to me, that's what it felt like. Loren wouldn't let it. I even looked up, fighting down my fear because she had her arm around my waist. She was protecting me and I looked around, borrowing her strength and feeling brave. I decided right then that this was a feeling I liked a lot and one I'd never gotten from Rodney, or anyone else for that matter. Not that my boyfriend wasn't strong or confident, he just…He didn't make me feel it the way Loren did.
"Come on, my motorcycle is over here," Loren smiled at me and I widened my eyes.
"Motorcycle?" I asked.
"Yeah. Have you ever been on one before?" she asked me and I shook my head. "Cool. This might just pop your cherry if we're lucky."
I rolled my eyes playfully at that, but it did make me a little nervous because Loren's ride wasn't a motorcycle, it was a rocket! One of those big racing motorcycles all bright red and shiny, and looking like it was going a hundred miles an hour just sitting there. I stared at it, wondering how we were even going to fit, as the machine was clearly intended for one rider to go really, really fast.
"Is there room for me?" I asked her and Loren laughed.
"Oh yeah, baby," she grinned and climbed onto it, kicking some pegs down for my feet. "Get up here, right behind me. You gotta sit close, real close."
"Do I need a helmet?" I wondered.
"Probably," Loren chuckled, but she didn't have any and I guess she didn't really care.
I was sitting close, clinging to the woman with my tits against her back and my chin on her left shoulder. My thighs pressed to Loren's as we straddled it together and we were both hunched over as she was tearing suddenly across campus. The thing screamed and the vibrations hit me right between the legs like a hard kick in my pussy. I mean it was there, a quivering rumble between my wide spread thighs and my juices were flowing, I swear. My nipples were hard as ever and they ached as I pressed them against Loren. The wind blew my hair all over, it tried to blow my t-shirt up my body and I shivered not with cold, but with raw pleasure.
That was the most fun I'd ever had, riding Loren's motorcycle and I was exhilarated and terrified and breathless by the time we got where we were going, a restaurant all the way out by Chaska. It had been an insane thirty minute ride, weaving through traffic and going God only knew how fast. A hundred miles an hour at least, more than that in places where the traffic had opened up enough for Loren to let it rip. I thought I was gonna die ten times and I'd never felt so alive in my life.
"Oh my God!" I breathed, getting off the thing on rubbery legs, feeling tense and almost hung over.
"Good, huh?" Loren giggled and I just nodded and then she was taking me in her arms, right there in the parking lot of this busy restaurant.
Loren kissed me hard, giving me her tongue once more and I surrendered to her completely. She could have done anything to me just then and I'd have thanked her for it. I nursed on the woman's tongue like a baby, my brown fingers in her blonde hair while Loren's hand found my ass, pulling me tight to her body. She squeezed me for a good two minutes at least before letting me go and I just smiled and licked my lips, wondering what I was doing.
"Come on," Loren took my hand. "Let's go eat something, I'm starving."
"Yeah," I said dumbly, following her into the restaurant.
I had to go to the ladies room first thing. I was a mess. I looked like I'd just come out of a hurricane or something and my hair was all over, kinked up like I was trying to get a big Afro going, but my hair is pretty straight so it just looked…Ugh! I fixed it though and my face, reapplying my makeup and taking my time, the way I would if it was a real date with a real boy. I was making Loren wait and I smiled at myself in the mirror.
"I should have warned you," Loren smiled at me as I sat down. "Have to put your hair in a ponytail next time."
"Yeah, or something," I giggled and looked around nervously, feeling so strange sitting there dressed like I was with a girl who looked like a boy.
"Shoulda brought a jacket too," Loren said.
"I wasn't cold," I said and then I realized she was staring at my tits and my nipples had popped large and there wasn't a thing I could do about it.
Everyone had to know we were a couple, I realized, and that was a numbing thought. We were together, this girl and me. A white girl who just stared at me across the small table, watching and smiling. She knew the fears I had, or so I believed. Loren understood the doubts and desires that confused me so completely. She reached over and touched my hand and I didn't pull away, I let her hold me, rubbing her thumb across the back of my hand while the waitress took our order and I was so hot, so turned on by our deliberate disregard for what anyone else thought.
"This is crazy," I finally said, looking into Loren's eyes for a second and then looking down. "I'm not…like this."
"Yeah, you are," Loren told me. "You're exactly like this, look at me."
I lifted my eyes again and blinked rapidly as Loren smiled. She licked her lips and nodded, taking a deep breath and all of that was making me happy for some reason. Being looked at by another woman, only that was enough to give me goosebumps. It was insane.
"You're beautiful, you know that?" Loren asked me, loud enough so people sitting nearby could hear and they'd been watching us anyway, staring at me ever since we'd walked in.
"I don't know," I smiled and tried to breathe slowly, calmly.
"Yeah you do," she decided. "Everybody's looking at you."
"I know," I whispered and I shivered slightly.
"You like it too," she said. "Don't you?"
"I don't know, I…" I licked my lips, resisting the urge to glance around the small restaurant.
"All the guys in here want to fuck you," she grinned at me. "All their wives hate you because you're so different."
"Uh," I giggled nervously, rubbing my thighs together and Loren kept stroking my skin with her hand.
"And you're mine," she sighed. "Jesus, I'm falling in love with you."
"You are?" I asked quietly.
"Yeah, you do that," Loren said.
"What?" I bit my bottom lip and kept my eyes on hers.
"You keep doing what you're doing," Loren told me. "You're perfect."
"No I'm not," I smiled shyly. "I'm just…Me."
"Are you my girlfriend yet?" Loren asked and I knew what she was asking. "Or just my Suzy?"
"I don't know," I swallowed hard.
"That's better than a no," Loren shrugged and laughed lightly. "What's your major?"
"What?" I blinked at her. "Oh, um, undeclared. I haven't really decided yet."
"What do you want to be when you grow up then?" Loren asked playfully and I laughed nervously.
"I don't know," I answered truthfully.
"You wanna be a mommy?"
"What? Yeah," I nodded. "I want kids."
"Me too," she smiled. "Like three would be good."
"You do?" I kind of stared and Loren laughed.
"Not me personally," she said. "But with the right girl, yeah."
"Oh," I was blushing again, as much as a black girl can, my face darkening and Loren could tell.
"What? You don't think I'd be a good daddy?" she asked and I couldn't tell if Loren was teasing me or not.
"I don't know," I said. "Um…Maybe."
"Yeah, maybe," Loren agreed. "Look, you stay with me all weekend, okay? If you want to move out Monday morning, I won't stop you."
"R-Really?" I leaned forward, staring at her.
"I'm not going to have a girlfriend who doesn't want me," Loren shrugged. "I like the game a lot, but I want more than that too."
"Oh," I cleared my throat and looked away, catching some middle aged white guy staring at me and he looked down quickly. So did I.
"You do too, don't you?" she asked me and I nodded with a deep breath.
"I think so," I said.
"Your boyfriend? Is he the one?" Loren asked and I was wondering the same thing. "Are you gonna spend your life with him?"
"I don't know," I said.
"A lot of people want to love you," Loren decided. "Seriously. That's the easy part. But you have to make up your mind."
"I know," I said and in reality I didn't know anything at all.
Our food arrived about then and we ate in silence mostly, just sharing looks and smiles. I was frightened by what she'd said and for some reason the idea that Monday morning I could leave her, that Loren would just let me go, frightened me. I didn't know how I felt about that, but part of me didn't want the choice. I wanted to stay with Loren, or some of me did anyway, but I needed her strength. I needed her to make the decision for me and let me off the hook. I was weak and she was strong and I needed her responsibility for my choices.
"Hang on tight," Loren grinned and we were back on her motorcycle, this time with my hair pulled back and tied into a ponytail. Even so it was whipping crazily behind us as Loren took us back to the university as fast as she could go and it was just as much fun as it had been before.
"God!" I stepped off her motorcycle, shaking and wobbly and gasping for air.
"Like that, huh?" Loren laughed. "You'll get used to it."
She pulled my t-shirt back into place and I giggled, liking the way she stood there in front of me. Tall and strong, her blonde hair tousled by the wind and she looked so carelessly handsome. Not pretty, not just then, Loren was handsome and I felt a violent attraction for her. Sexual and overpowering and I kissed her. I had to, standing tip-toe for a second in my heels and touching my lips to hers for a brief, electric moment.
"Um," I smiled and Loren's hands were on my waist.
"Nice," she whispered. "Thank you."
"Yeah," I nodded and my heart was thumping.
After the things we'd already done that little kiss was nothing, but compared to what we'd done…That kiss was everything. I was falling in love. Against all reason and all rationale, I was falling in love with a white girl. Rodney had never made me want to kiss him that way.
"Come on. Let's go inside," Loren took my hand in hers and we were outside the Lambda Pi Greek House.
"Okay," I swallowed hard and I wondered what the girls were going to think of me now. I was frightened, but only a little and nothing like I'd have expected myself to be. Loren was with me and it was going to be okay.
"There they are!" Carol was smiling at us, especially at Loren and when she saw me the young woman's smile may have faltered, but only briefly.
"Hi," Loren smiled back, her arm around my waist possessively, protectively, holding me close.
"Hi, Sister Carol," I said softly and there were two other sorority sisters there as well, Becky and Denise, and I greeted them as well.
"That's uh, a really interesting look for you," Becky grinned at me, eyeing my Queer Nation t-shirt.
"Loud and proud, huh?" Denise laughed. "Whatever girl, we're cool."
"We just have to get all the paperwork done," Carol was explaining to Loren, since she was now an official Pledge and would be until noon tomorrow.
It was probably the shortest sorority rush in history, I thought, but having a girl who was already on the US Olympic Soccer Team was a big deal for the university and now for the Lambda Pi Sorority. I hadn't really appreciated that until right then, seeing those girls smile and fawn over Loren like she was a rock star or something. And the girl was used to the attention, so much so I think Loren barely noticed really.
She kept me close and nobody said a word about our obvious relationship. Nobody asked me why I was dressed like I was going to be in a Fifty Cent video or something. They smiled at me and made small talk while Loren filled in the blanks and signed her name. Only after about twenty minutes or so were Becky and Denise able to get me alone in the kitchen, making the excuse that they wanted a Pledge to help them fix some ice tea.
"Thanks so much for doing this," Denise told me. "God! I can't believe we got Loren."
"Sure, yeah," I cleared my throat.
"Are you guys really, um, gay?" Becky asked me. "I mean, I know she is, everybody does, but I thought you had a boyfriend?"
"Me?" I giggled and looked towards the doorway, wishing I was with Loren just then.
"You're lesbian, huh?" Denise wondered. "It's cool if you are, you know. We don't really mind or anything."
"I don't know," I shrugged. "I, uh…I guess…Maybe?"
I laughed nervously and I felt tight all over, with little knots in my tummy. How was I supposed to answer a question like that? I didn't even know what I was myself. Was I a lesbian now? I didn't think so, but I liked Loren a lot. I'd kissed her and wanted to be with her. Right then, it wasn't Rodney I wanted to hold and protect me from my doubts it was Loren. I knew it inside me, in my heart. Maybe.
"Well, everybody's gonna think you are now," Becky giggled. "God! You look hot though."
"I do?" I grinned and Denise rolled her eyes.
"Becky's a little brain damaged," Denise said.
"I am not!" Becky pouted. "It's just…It's cool. You should be yourself."
"Well," I smiled and looked down at my too small t-shirt and my obviously hard nipples poking through it. "I'm not sure this is really me, but…"
"It's all you, Kylie," Denise laughed and she was eyeing my tits too and that made me burn hot.
"Just don't let anybody give you a hard time," Becky decided. "You and Loren look good together."
"Even if it is kinda weird," Denise added.
"It's not weird!" Becky shook her head. "Grow up for a change. This is college, she can do whatever she wants."
"Yeah, yeah," Denise shrugged. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Come on, let's get this iced tea finished. Where's the gin?"
"Gin?" I laughed.
"Well, duh!" Becky giggled and she was pulling a fifth of Beefeater's out of a cupboard. "How do you make it?"
"Um…We use the powder stuff," I said, making a face as Becky poured half the bottle into the pitcher.
"Well, you're in college now, girlfriend!" Denise grinned at me. "Glasses are right above your head. Let's have some fun!"
We were in the large family room, or ‘Tea Room' as they spontaneously christened it with a lot of laughing. There were a dozen girls living at the Greek House, all juniors and seniors, but apparently the only ones present were Carol, Denise, and Becky. The rest were out already, having fun with their boyfriends or whatever.
The music was loud and the television on for no reason at all, and we'd made a lot of Gin Tea. Three large pitchers of the stuff were sitting on a coffee table and we were sitting around them. Carol made her excuses early and it was about seven thirty by then. She said she had to go meet a boy and I thought about Rodney and remembered I was supposed to be meeting him at eight, but that was a distant thought and I dreaded the idea of facing him.
What would I say? I didn't know what I was doing or what I was feeling. Did I even love him? I couldn't know for certain. It was impossible with Loren right there next to me, sitting close on the sofa with her right arm behind my back, her fingers stroking my shoulder and neck, reaching for the swell of my breast as that tiny t-shirt rode higher and higher with a will of its own.
And the girls, Becky and Denise were talking and laughing, filling our glasses and I hadn't even finished one. It just kept being refilled and I tried to sip and drink it slowly, feeling the warmth spreading through me. I was light headed and giggly and leaning against Loren, finding comfort there and enjoying the looks we were getting from our two friends. Was it so obvious that we were in love? I was getting drunk, I realized, or not that. Just happily buzzed for perhaps the second or third time in my life. I didn't want to drink anymore, I just wanted to be there.
"So, I guess you and Kylie are working out okay, huh?" Becky grinned at one point, watching as Loren's left hand found my long smooth thigh and the girl was stroking me like a black kitten.
"I don't know," Loren smiled at me and she was slightly pink and smiling and her eyes were so blue, so beautiful to me right then. "Are we?"
I didn't even answer, I just leaned into Loren and found her mouth open and willing for my tongue and I imagined I was going to cum right then. I have no idea how or why, but kissing Loren like that, feeling her hand moving up my leg to cup my sex through those shorts while we made out…I was humping her fingers, I swear, in front of three sorority girls. Loren didn't even blink either; she was all over me like she'd been waiting for it. Expecting it even.
"Wow…Go for it!" Denise laughed.
"Seriously," Becky was clapping her hands while we made out, Frenching long and deep until I had to gasp for air.
"Dance for us," Loren breathed, pushing me up.
"What?" I laughed and licked my lips.
"Yeah! Dance Pledge!" Denise laughed and she reached for the pitchers and glasses on the low coffee table between us.
"Up here!" Becky agreed. "On the table, Pledge!"
"No! I can't do that!" I gasped and giggled and looked around, but Loren was pushing me with both hands now.
"Do it! Strip tease!" Loren grinned at me. "Don't say no! You know what I'll do!"
"Oh God!" I groaned and my heart thumped wildly.
"What will you do?" Denise wondered and Becky was already going for the stereo, changing the music.
"Tell her," Loren told me as I stood there, wondering if I could really do this and taking another drink of that awful tea.
"Um…" I laughed and burned and bit my lip. "She'll spank me."
"Spank you?" Denise stared at me with a big smile on her pretty face and then laughed. "That's so cool!"
"Here!" Becky said. "Get on the table, Pledge! This ain't a game! Dance!"
I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I was. Somehow. I found myself standing on that coffee table barefoot, in those small shorts and t-shirt, slowly trying to dance to the strains of that old Nine Inch Nails song, "Closer, and it was pretty insane.
"Come on! What's that?" Denise laughed. "We want a real dance!"
"Strip tease!" Becky nodded and she'd sat back down, the three girls arranged around me and looking up.
"Some bump and grind, baby!" Loren was nodding and watching every move I made and I liked that a lot.
"I can't believe I'm doing this…" I made a face and I'd never tried to dance like that in my life.
I did it though, laughing and smiling despite the humiliation, but even that was fading as the three girls clapped and cheered and urged me on. It was just good fun, I thought. We were all girls and it was no big deal, just getting a little crazy at college and what could be wrong with that?
Except I was rubbing my body all over, sliding my hands along my legs as I bent my knees and thrust out my pelvis. I pushed and pulled at my hips and shoulders, doing my best to undulate and be sexy for those girls, those young white women who stared at me. Loren's face was filled with lust, I thought, or love. A mixture of the two and there was something else, pride maybe? A genuine pleasure that I belonged to her, at least for the moment. I couldn't get enough of her gaze and the other two, Becky and Denise, I didn't know what they thought of me. They laughed and hooted and whistled, urging me to take something off.
I unbuttoned my shorts, unsnapping them and dropping the zipper while I rocked my crotch suggestively. I left them up, but loose now and falling down enough to expose my thong underneath. I put my hands between my legs, my palms against the insides of my thighs and squatted low and then bent over at the waist, straightening my legs and bringing my round ass up high for Denise who was right behind me. Becky got my tits almost in her face as the girl leaned forward. My heavy breasts hanging beneath me and barely contained by my t-shirt.
Soon my shorts were coming down and then I kicked them off, dancing in my thong and t-shirt and showing off my black body for those white girls. I was hot and damp with sweat and more than that, my pussy had grown moist and I was only slightly surprised to realize how turned on I was getting. I danced the best I could, presenting myself to all of them, and especially Loren. I started getting nasty at their suggestions, doing things I could never have imagined.
I pulled my thong tight against my ass and pussy, enough so that the thin material split my swollen labia and they were exposed on either side of it. The thong disappeared briefly between my dark folds and a bit of pink was clearly visible while I was grinding myself like a wanton slut on an invisible cock. My clitoris thrummed with excitement and my nipples were popping hot and cold and soon enough I had my t-shirt off, drawing cheers and longing looks as those girls took in my chocolate breasts and long dark nipples.
"Fuck this…" Loren finally said and she was unbuttoning her jeans, pulling them down her legs while I gasped and giggled and stared at the girl.
"Oh shit!" Becky laughed and Denise was pouring more tea into every glass she could find.
"What the hell is that?" Denise grinned at Loren and we were all staring at the woman's dildo as she worked her hand up and down the length of it.
"What's it look like?" Loren chuckled. "My cock!"
Loren was undressed from the waist down and she sat on the sofa with her legs spread, jerking off while she watched me. I stared at her cock and imagined her cunt beneath it. I thought I could smell the woman's arousal on the air. She was wet and hot and inviting and I danced just for her, sliding my own hand inside my thong to finger my pussy.
"Yeah, me too!" Becky decided and with that she was undressing as well, unzipping the long skirt she wore and stepping out of it. "Do it, Denise!"
"Fuck it!" the other girl laughed drunkenly and Denise wore a pair of cut-offs, but not for long. She unbuttoned her shorts and worked them down her long legs quickly.
All three of the girls were soon stroking their pussies eagerly, Loren with that dildo in her hand, but obviously working the base of it against her sex, and this had to be crazy. I'd heard of girls playing around before, from my friends in high school, the whispered giggling recollections of teen exploration. Friends touching each other, or more often just watching each other masturbate, but I'd never done it. This was a first for me, this casual happy event. Four girls getting drunk and jilling off shamelessly, smiling at each other and laughing. We were all hot, all of us flushed with color. The white girls turning pink and sweet and they were all beautiful to me. Especially Loren.
Becky's pussy was saved clean and her lips were pale brown as she fingered herself eagerly. She liked it hard and deep, thrusting her fingers inside her cunt over and over while I danced just for her. We stared at each other, at our cunts and hands and my thong had come off although I didn't remember when or how. I fucked myself in time with her and it was incredible how thrilling that truly was.
Denise had a blonde pussy, golden and soft and long, but narrow. Her lips were thin and barely exposed, like her small clit that rose from the top in a pink sheath of soft skin. She just rubbed herself on the outside, working her flesh around with the pads of her fingers. Denise panted and her tongue teased me between her lips and I wanted to kiss her, but I didn't. I just offered her my pussy, standing on the table and spreading my legs, sliding my fingers up and down my slit so she could see the soft pink insides all juicy just for her.
And Loren was only waiting for me and by the time I'd finished my teasing with Becky and Denise, my new girlfriend was ready for something more than just watching me. I was dancing in front of her, holding my breasts in my hands, pinching my swollen nipples through my fingers while I worked my hips and pussy just for Loren. I was so wet by then, so completely aroused by what I was doing. I was lost and not myself at all, possessed it seemed and intoxicated not with the alcohol I'd been drinking, but just the unexpected rush of exposing myself so completely to these other women.
"Down here…" Loren breathed and I could barely hear her voice beneath the music, but the look was unmistakable.
She slapped her thigh lightly and held out her hand so that I stepped off the table and quickly knelt between Loren's spread thighs. I kissed her skin immediately, her incredible legs while that cock jutted hard and erect in front of my face. I was moaning as if I were the one being touched and licked. I felt her fingers in my hair, moving my mouth closer to her cock and urging me to open up for it. I slipped my tongue between my lips and took a tentative lick along the underside and it tasted like nothing at all really, but the idea of what I was doing filled me with a rush of adrenaline.
"Open your mouth, that's it…Love my cock, baby…Get it all wet for you," Loren breathed.
"Suck it!" Becky was urging me, laughing like Denise was, both girls fondling their pussies while I took the head of Loren's cock into my mouth.
"Yeah, suck that dick, Kylie!" Denise said. "Suck it, Pledge!"
I didn't know what I was doing, but it hardly mattered. I was just sliding my lips up and down the shat, taking as much of Loren's cock as I could. If it went too far I'd choke and gag softly and then I'd try again. My mouth was filling with spit and most of it leaked from the corners of my mouth. Loren's cock quickly became wet and slippery, glistening as she watched me giving her a blowjob.
"I'm going to fuck you with my cock," Loren promised me. "You want that? Want me to pop that cherry, Suzy?"
"Mmphhh…" I shuddered at the breathless tone of her voice and I didn't know what I wanted.
Loren held my head with her fingers in my hair, pulling me down harder and faster, hunching her pelvis up so that her cock was filling my mouth completely. I felt bruised and gagged on it, but that didn't stop either of us. I had my hands on her legs, stroking her thighs and feeling the woman so strong and powerful. She was in control and I was helpless and that was all that mattered to me right then. I wanted her to cum and I wished Loren's cock was real and her balls were full of hot sperm that I could swallow hungrily when she came.
"Over here…Fuck!" Loren was pushing me off and I felt momentarily confused when she stood up.
"Oh!" I gasped and drooled saliva from my swollen lips as the woman pulled me towards Denise, pushing my face between the girl's thighs.
"Yeah, eat me!" Denise said, panting and laughing and just as overcome with lust as Loren was. As I was.
The girl's hands replaced Loren's and she clutched my face to her pussy, thrusting against my lips and tongue with her hips. I didn't hesitate or resist, but surrendered completely as I worked my tongue between her thin pink labia, sucking that pussy for all I was worth and tasting the sweet tang of her juices. Denise was soaked and even as I explored the soft contours of her sex, she was cumming, grinding her cunt against my mouth wildly.
Behind me someone, Loren, had pushed the coffee table out of the way and now pressed her mouth against my asshole and cunt. She ate me like a starving woman, digging into my flesh with her long tongue and spreading my black ass wide with her fingers and thumbs. I moaned and cried out with pleasure, spreading my legs as much as I could, arching my back and giving Loren all the access to my horny cunt as she wanted. I'd never had my pussy licked before, not once in my life and the sensations were totally unreasonable to my feverish brain.
I was cumming, just that quick. My body seeming to twist and knot around a singular point of intense pleasure deep between my thighs. I had a mouthful of Denise's cum, sharp and oily and curling my tongue with a riot of flavor. I was swallowing the girl and fucking myself against the wriggling, untamed penetration of Loren's tongue. It was long and stiff and licking inside me, caressing the thin barrier of my virginity, I imagined. She was trying to break me I though, perhaps unreasonably, and take my cherry with her mouth. It was insane and the orgasm I was having wouldn't stop. It just rolled through me in waves, rising and falling like my heaving breasts in Loren's hands as she cupped them.
After some indefinite time, minutes or hours I had no idea," Loren was bringing me to Becky and the girl was excited and impatient for my attentions. I'd drank Denise and her orgasm, sucked her pussy desperately, and now I was doing Becky as well. Loren continued to love me all the while, her mouth moving from my burning cunt to my asshole and that was another unexpected pleasure. She washed my anus with her tongue, licking and kissing and sucking at the soft pucker as she worked to relax my muscles completely.
I was sucking Becky's clit, which was large and pink and hard like a tiny cock. I had it between my pursed lips and I could feel the tip of it beneath my tongue as I flicked the nub of sensation flesh rapidly. I was steaming hot, damp with sweat and barely able to draw breath into my lungs. Becky was going to cum quickly for me and as her clitoris grew more sensitive she pushed my face down, my mouth finding the entrance to her cunt and I began to suck and chew her labia, drawing the girl's sex into my mouth as if I would eat her whole. She was so soft, so sweet like a little girl, that hairless cunt was beautiful and I gorged myself on it like a starving whore.
And that tongue! Loren's muscle squirming into my asshole finally, slipping past my reluctant anus and into my rectum was like nothing I'd ever felt before. It was messy, nasty sex and she was making love to my asshole, tongue fucking me while her hands roamed my back and thighs. I reached back with my hand, needing to feel some pressure on my clit as another orgasm threatened my sanity. I rubbed myself hard, my fingers moving in small circles over my throbbing clit while Loren tried to feed more of her tongue to my hungry ass.
Becky came violently and clamped her creamy thighs to my dark cheeks, trapping my open mouth over her quivering cunt. I could feel the soft walls around my tongue as I pushed it inside the girl, not nearly so deeply as I wanted, but enough to enjoy the sensations of her pussy contracting with pleasure. More juices spilled out of her, thin and not so tangy as Denise, but delicious and intoxicating and I was lapping at the girl's fuck juices happily. I was loving this, every second of it was the happiest moment of my life. I couldn't remember doing anything else or imagine a future in which I was sucking a girl's cunt. All other thoughts had deserted me and this was an evil, carnal seduction that left me desperate for more.
If it sounds like a dream, it's because that's very much how it seemed to me later. I'd brought Becky off several times and had my own orgasms with her, quivering beneath Loren's tongue and hands. Now we were upstairs in the shower, just Loren and I, and I was coming down slowly from that delirious episode. The sweat and girl cum was washing away with the hot water and Loren washed me gently, kissing my body and whispering soft words of love, but I couldn't hear her.
I felt guilt and shame and I didn't understand how I'd done those things or why. I wasn't a lesbian, was I? I must be, I decided. I'd enjoyed it and now, half an hour later, I didn't want to. That was silly and stupid of me, to deny what I felt and pretend I was something else. I'd had sex with all of them, three girls now. Becky and Denise weren't lesbians, they weren't even bisexual, or so they said, but they'd let me suck their cunts and drink their girlish cum. Loren had made love to me, not with her dildo, but with her mouth and made me cum a half dozen times probably.
Rodney had never made me feel that way. I'd never even seen his cock, let alone touch or kiss it. He'd never played with my pussy. We'd kissed sometimes, made out like teenagers do, and I'd let him feel my tits. I was a good girl, a virgin and innocent. I'd frustrated him so often, telling the boy no and he'd respected me. Rodney loved me and hadn't pushed or forced me to do anything.
But that was exactly what I wanted. It was what I needed, to be pushed and pulled and dominated by someone stronger than myself. Loren had me now, she'd found the key whether by intent or accident, it didn't matter. The woman had unlocked me and she wasn't going to let me go. I knew that. She'd tell me I was free, that she wouldn't hold me against my will, but what will did I have when all she had to do was look at me? I could deny her nothing so long as she was willing to challenge my refusal. I would yield and submit myself and revel in my guilt and humiliation, just as I was then.
There was nothing to understand. I knew exactly what I was feeling and why; I just didn't want to admit it. I was always a coward, even now when the truth was staring me in the eyes and I was free to accept my choice. Loren stood behind me, with her small boyish tits against my back and her thick bush rubbing my ass. Her arms were around me, my tits in her hands while her thumbs played over my swollen nipples. She was kissing my neck and ear, drawing my mouth to hers as I turned my head.
"See?" she whispered. "I told you I was gonna fall in love with you."
"Ummm…" I sighed and almost said the words, but then she was kissing me and I opened for her tongue. I reached back with my arms behind me to feel her hard body. I clutched at her wet skin and narrow hips, wanting to hold her even as the girl held me. I was so lost, giving into her completely and Loren knew it. How could she not? My desire was radiating from my pores.
Before our shower was done I went to my knees for her, bringing my mouth to Loren's pussy once again. I licked her slowly, lovingly while she stood there watching. I kissed the swell of her mound and the insides of her thighs. I kissed her clitoris and then her hole. I worshiped the girl, demonstrating the adoration I felt for her. She was my Mistress and I was her slave and how my life could change so completely in the span of one evening I had no idea.
The party was in full swing downstairs, a number of the sorority members and pledges arriving while Loren and I were in the shower. Becky and Denise had cleaned themselves up and promptly gone back to making more Gin Tea. They hadn't said anything about what we'd done, but I could sense their apprehension and I understood that they'd rather nobody knew about our little lesbian orgy. Loren didn't care who knew about us, obviously and we walked down the stairs hand in hand.
"Loren! I want to meet…" and so it went. It wasn't a lot of people, about a dozen girls, but more were coming in every five minutes and someone pushed a drink in my hand. A margarita that was too salty for me, but I just wanted the alcohol.
"Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Kylie," Loren was smiling, introducing me to someone else and not shy at all with her hand around my waist.
I knew most of the people there, but only by sight really and so I was being introduced on and off as Loren's girlfriend. I was quite a sight myself, once again in that baby blue half-T that told everyone I was proud to be queer. I was the only black girl there as well and so I got a lot of attention anyway, just as Loren did being a minor celebrity like she was. We made quite the pair and given my natural inclination to privacy, it was difficult being the center of so much attention. Everyone had to say hello and be our friend, or so it seemed and that margarita went down quickly.
"…I think it's really cool you guys are out like this," some girl was saying and Loren rolled her eyes at me just to see my smile.
"You want to get out of here?" she asked and I nodded.
"Please," I whispered with a giggle.
"Me too," Loren grinned. "Come on, we'll hit that frat kegger and see if it's any good."
"The frat kegger?" I laughed and the tequila was making me giggly.
"…so maybe we could get together sometime and hang out," the girl, whose name I didn't catch was still talking to Loren.
"Yeah, sure," Loren said. "We can listen to some old Indigo Girls or something. Melissa Ethridge maybe."
"What?" The girl smiled uncertainly.
"Indigo Girls?" I looked at Loren. "Who are they?"
"What?" Loren laughed at me. "They're the like the lesbian Simon and Garfunkle!"
"I used to like Tatu a lot," the girl offered, but we were ignoring her.
"Really?" I laughed too and Loren shook her head.
"Oh yeah," Loren said, pulling me towards the door. "Come on, we really gotta go. That girl needs a daddy."
"A daddy?" I asked.
"A dyke daddy, yeah," Loren said, leading me outside and it was a lot cooler now that night had fallen. Definitely autumn and I shivered at the unexpected breeze.
"Oh," I nodded. "Is that what you are? My dyke daddy?"
"Yeah," Loren smiled at me. "I'll be your daddy. I shoulda stole a jacket for you, be right back…"
"No," I grabbed her hand as Loren turned around. "I'm okay, it's not that cold."
"You sure?" she asked and I had little doubt the girl was serious about stealing someone's jacket.
"Yeah," I reassured her. "Let's just walk, okay? I'm kinda buzzed."
"Me too," she chuckled. "We can just go back to the dorm if you want."
"I thought I was your slave," I giggled.
"My pussy slave, yeah," she grinned at me, sliding her right arm around my waist and I didn't mind that at all. "That doesn't mean all the time though."
"It doesn't?" I looked at her, feeling our hips rubbing as we walked and her fingers pressing into my soft brown skin.
"No," Loren shook her head. "Only when it feels right."
"What if, um…" I licked my lips and caught Loren's eyes with mine. "What if it feels right all the time?"
"Does it?" she asked me softly and I shrugged and then nodded.
"I think so," I whispered.
"What about your boyfriend?" she asked me.
"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I don't know what I'm doing."
"Is it complicated?" Loren wondered and I wasn't sure what she meant.
"Complicated…How?" I asked her.
"I don't know, just...complicated," she laughed lightly. "I mean, what are you thinking? Is it like flipping a coin, him or me?"
"No!" I jerked slightly and stared at her.
"I'm just wondering, you know?" Loren was looking back at me. "I didn't really plan on this."
"On what?"
"On falling in love with you," she said. "I just wanted some fun, that's all. But…"
"Yeah," I agreed.
"Yeah?" Loren grinned at me. "What's that mean?"
"Um…" I giggled nervously and shrugged. "I don't know."
"You don't know?" Loren asked. "Or you're scared to tell me?"
"Uh…yeah," I bit my bottom lip. I was scared to tell myself too.
"Heh," she sighed and slid her hand up to my ribs, under my arm and pulled me against her so that the swell of my breast was rubbing hers.
"You always knew, right?" I asked. "That you're gay?"
"Yeah," she nodded. "I was, oh…I was twelve when I got my period. It really pissed me off."
"Why?"
"Cause until then I could tell myself I wasn't really a girl," Loren told me. "I mean, I knew I was, but I dressed like a boy, played boy games. I just had to ignore my pussy and it was okay, but then I hit puberty and…I was a girl all of a sudden. It was like hitting a brick wall."
"You don't want to be a girl?" I asked her.
"If I had a choice?" she laughed. "I'd rather be a man, but I'm not going to get an operation or anything. I'm not that weird, I just have the feelings. I wish I had the body to go with them."
"I like being a girl," I said.
"Good," Loren smile. "I think you make a pretty great girl."
"You're a pretty great boy," I decided. "Seriously."
"Thanks," she smiled.
"But I think I'm glad you're a girl too," I said. "I mean, um…I don't know."
"You like my pussy, don't you?" Loren said and she was teasing me and I felt myself warming nicely. I wasn't cold anymore.
"Yeah," I smiled self-consciously and my voice was soft. "I think I love it."
"Oh!" she said, chuckling and her fingers were playing with my tit as that t-shirt barely covered it. "You're coming out quick, huh? Been a lesbian your whole life and you never knew it."
"I don't know about that," I said with a giggle.
"Are you sure?" Loren wondered and I didn't say anything, we just walked close together and I didn't even care who might see us.
"I was supposed to see Rodney tonight," I sighed. "He was going to pick me up."
"Are you sad you didn't?" Loren asked me.
"Sad?" I narrowed my eyes. "No. I'm just worried. I don't know what I'm supposed to say to him. How I'm going to explain…This."
"You mean us?" Loren smiled and I nodded.
"Yeah, us," I agreed. "Hey, guess what, Rodney? I'm really a lesbian. Surprise."
"Yeah? Does that mean you've decided?" Loren stopped walking and turned me to face her.
She had her hands on my hips and I looked up at her, wishing it wasn't so dark and perhaps glad that it was. My own arms went around Loren's neck, all by themselves it seemed. I didn't even have to think about it and that was the sum of it right there. I'd made my decision, yeah, and now I just had to find a way to live with it. How could I wake up one person and go to bed someone else? That was the only real question in my head.
"You can call me Kylie now," I told Loren seriously. "I'm not going to leave you Monday morning."
"What about your boyfriend?" she asked me and if the woman was pleased, or surprised by my decision, Loren didn't show it. She was as serious as I was and that pleased me more than I might have expected.
"You're my boyfriend," I said. "Right?"
"Yeah," Loren nodded. "I'm your boyfriend Kylie."
She kissed me again and it seemed like we'd been doing that all day, but I couldn't remember any of the other ones. This was new and better and Loren was kissing Kylie now. I was her girlfriend and I ached to tell the girl I loved her but I couldn't. Not yet. I'd told Rodney a hundred times that I loved him and every one of them was a lie. I knew it as surely as the sun would rise and it was sad. It hurt me inside to admit that because I'd lied to myself as much as to him. I'd lived the lie and now it was gone and I wondered how then I could judge the truth if I'd never known it before?
We could hear the party before we could see it. The mixer that the Phi Beta Kappa fraternity was throwing. I wasn't sure I was up for another party, but it wasn't terribly late anyway. Loren wanted to go just so she could "show me off" as she liked to put it. That was a warm thought, exciting and somewhat embarrassing, but I'd already figured out that humiliation was a big button for me. Loren knew it too and that was the difference between her Rodney, one of them at least, Loren had no qualms when it came to pushing my buttons.
"That's Rodney's car," I said, my feet stopping short on the sidewalk.
"Is it?" Loren stopped as well, since she was holding me. We were both looking at the cream colored 320i, an old BMW that Rodney had gotten from his dad after graduating high school.
"Is he in there?" I felt my heart aching and my tummy felt seasick or something, I was suddenly very nervous. Very afraid.
"Looks like it," Loren agreed. "He's just sitting there."
We were looking through the rear window from several dozen feet away, but we could see the shadowy form of someone in the driver's seat. It had to be Rodney, but he wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything. Just sitting there and it made the moment even worse somehow because I imagined he was wondering where I was, why I'd stood him up for our date.
"You think he's waiting for me?" I wondered and I hated standing there, like any second Rodney would catch us in the mirror.
"Waiting?" Loren held me even tighter and I wanted to run, being the coward I am.
"Looking for me," I whispered. "Staking out the party or something."
"You're pretty paranoid," Loren chuckled, but she knew it wasn't funny. When Rodney found out about us, he was going to be pretty mad, like anyone would be.
"I don't want to tell him here," I said. "Like this, okay?"
"Yeah," Loren nodded. "Come on. We'll go home."
"Okay," I let out a sigh of relief and then my breath caught in my throat.
"Oh!" Loren said and smiled, but at least she didn't laugh as we realized someone else was in the car with Rodney.
Another person appeared, a silhouette as they were illuminated by the light coming through the windshield. It appeared to be a girl, although I suppose she didn't have to be, but I thought so and it was obvious what she'd been doing. The way she sat up, lifting her head from Rodney's lap, the way my ex-boyfriend seemed to be stroking her hair, turned to look at her while she wiped her mouth with something. Some girl had been sucking Rodney's cock right there in his car, parked on the street.
I didn't know how to feel about that.
Mad, yeah. I was feeling very angry. It just ignited all of a sudden inside me. He was cheating on me? Never mind that I'd been cheating on him, that I'd already broken up with the man in my heart and in my head. Rodney didn't know that yet. What right did he have to cheat on me? How long had this been going on? Had he been fucking around on me for years? Or was it just strange coincidence that tonight was the first for him…For both of us?
This was hardly rational thinking and Loren was already pulling me along, away from the scene of the crime. I was resisting though, somewhat. I really wanted to see the girl and find out who Rodney would trade me for. I wanted to slap her face and then walk away and never see either of them again. That's what I wanted. To tell Rodney it was over and blame him for it. How convenient was that? I could put it all on his head and walk away the victim, the injured party in our little tragedy. I'd be free to love Loren all I wanted then and Rodney couldn't lift a finger to object, not after what he'd done.
"Don't…" Loren warned me, but I'd twisted and slipped away from her. "Kylie, let's go home."
"Wait," I breathed and this was so stupid, so childish. Loren knew better, but she was objective about it, apart from what was happening. I was right in the middle, and like all spoiled little girls I was living in the moment.
I ran up to the car and this wasn't me at all, but maybe it was. All the stress coming out perhaps, the emotional strain making me a little crazy. Whatever it was, I wasn't thinking clearly and I was opening the driver's side door before I really understood what I was looking at.
"Kylie?" Rodney's eyes got big and he froze like the proverbial deer in the headlights.
"Oh shit," Carol wasn't moving either and her left hand was wrapped around Rodney's big black cock.
Rodney's manhood was wet and stiff and I vaguely realized that this was the first time I'd ever seen it. Carol's blouse was open, her milky tits hanging out and she had some love bites around her nipples, fresh ones. Her thighs were wet and spread invitingly, no panties that I could see, just Rodney's long black fingers covering the bitch's cunt. They'd been doing all kinds of stuff together, I thought. All the stuff I'd never let Rodney do with me, this white girl was giving him. My friend too. Sister Carol, my sponsor at the sorority, the girl who'd set me up with Loren. What a great joke this was.
"Carol…Huh," I was more numb than anything and Loren hadn't left me.
She took my hand and started pulling me away. Nobody said anything else. Rodney didn't get out of the car, he didn't come after me and try to explain, or demand the explanation he might have deserved. It was like we all just agreed to be quiet and let the world turn, or more likely we were all just too stupid to think of anything clever. All I could wonder was whether or not Carol had been fucking my boyfriend before she'd introduced me to Loren. I was much too paranoid.
"Do you think he was fucking her before?" I asked when we were in our dorm room. Neither Loren nor I had spoken on the short walk home.
"Do you care?" Loren asked me and she was my boyfriend, so obviously Loren didn't want to hear me pining for Rodney.
"He said he loved me," I frowned, pulling the t-shirt over my head.
"Boys will say anything," Loren shrugged, half-laying on her bed, still clothed and watching me.
"You're sort of a boy, right?" I looked at her. "Will you say anything to fuck me?"
"Kylie," Loren frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."
"Yeah, you did," I sighed, unsnapping my shorts.
"Well, maybe I did," she smiled. "This afternoon, yeah."
"This afternoon what?" I asked, letting the shorts fall down my legs and then lifting them with my right foot behind me.
"I would have said anything," Loren agreed watching me fold the shorts quickly. "But not now. Not anymore."
"I was cheating on him," I shook my head. "And he's cheating on me."
"Come here," Loren held out her hand.
"You want my body?" I asked her, pulling that red thong off and kicking it away.
"I want you," she said.
"You don't even know me," I looked down at myself. "All you want is this."
"You want me to tell you I love you for your mind?" Loren asked.
"I don't want you to say it at all," I decided. "Rodney was my boyfriend since I was sixteen. Who are you?"
"Back to being Suzy again, huh?" Loren frowned and I just shrugged, feeling full of self-pity.
"I guess so," I said and I was daring her to do something about it. Pushing for something I needed without truly understanding why.
"I'll tell you who I am," Loren told me and she was off the bed quick, surprising me with a hard, stinging slap to the cheek.
"Ow!" I blinked at the wetness filling my big brown eyes and I touched my fingers to my injured face.
"Get your ass over here, Suzy!" Loren had given me a second to think about that slap, but that was all.
She pushed me onto her bed, face down with her fingers in my hair, shoving my face into her pillow as if she wanted to smother me. I was just beginning to struggle, to kick my legs, flail my arms and try and reach her, when Loren sat on my thighs. She straddled me, using her weight to hold my body down and the girl was twice as strong as I was physically. Emotionally too and now she was going to be strong enough for both of us.
"Loren…No! Please…" I was crying, trying to grab her, but not really fighting. It wasn't anger I felt, but frustration and only with myself.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
"Shut-up, Suzy!" Loren breathed and she was slapping my ass hard with her hand, spanking me again.
"Ohhh Ah! Ow…Loren! Ah!" I was gasping and lifting my head while Loren's other hand pressed down on my back, keeping me still while she continued to spank my burning black ass.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
"You're a selfish little bitch, Suzy," Loren told me. "Feeling sorry for yourself because you don't know what love is."
"Ahhh…I'm sorry! Loren…Stop…Ow fuck!" I wriggled and writhed and begged her with my tear stained eyes to let me go.
SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!
"This is love, Suzy," Loren was smiling and breathing hard and her hand must have been stinging, but she didn't stop. "This is what I love about you!"
"Wha-What? Oh! No…Ah!" I gasped as Loren brought her hand to my pussy suddenly, finding my sex hot and wet, soaked with desire now.
I'd been getting off on this, all of it and I was shamed to know that Loren had known all along how I'd respond. She massaged my pussy roughly, working her fingers over my cunt and pinching whatever she could between her fingers. She was tugging at my greasy lips and pulling them this way and that to expose the pink interior. My vulva was swollen and my legs spread as wide as I could get them just for her. I was moaning and digging my fingernails into the sheets, biting the pillow and crying out as Loren made me cum in her hand.
The girl brought me off so quickly, so easily and I was helpless to do anything but shiver and grind my cunt against her touch. The spanking had done it, the way Loren had forced me down. The way the girl had punished me, whether I'd really deserved it or not, part of me thought so. I'd needed that spanking and for all my useless resistance, I'd been embracing it all along.
Loren was moving, taking off her clothes while I lay on my tummy, reeling with the pleasure and dragging cool air into my lungs. I felt weak and giggly and I smiled as I watched Loren from the corner of my eye. That white girl who wanted to be a boy and she was still wearing that dildo and I licked my lips as it stood stiffly out from her pale body. She was naked but for that cock and climbing back onto the bed now, spreading her legs outside mine. I could feel the cool firmness of that phallus sliding lengthwise between the cheeks of my ass. Loren was lying fully upon me with her nipples burning into my back and her mouth on my neck and cheek and finally my lips as I sought her kiss.
She rode me slowly, just humping against my ass to work her cock back and forth between us. I sucked her tongue and Rodney was going away. There was just Loren and the doubts I'd had earlier didn't seem to matter anymore. I just wanted her to cover me like that, to hold me forever and there was a clarity there that I couldn't find anyplace else. This was love, I decided and not for the first time that long day. I wondered how many times I'd have to rediscover those feelings before I believed they were real. Before they would remain with me every waking moment.
"Are you going to put it inside me?" I whispered not knowing if I was asking for the right reasons or not.
"No," Loren kissed my cheek.
"Why?" I turned my head as far as I could, searching her face because I hadn't expected a refusal, not from Loren.
We were moving together in an unceasing symphony of love. My body burned beneath her and Loren was hunching her hips with some urgency now, working her cock along my ass. I could feel her legs taut and the muscles beneath her soft skin flexing. She wanted me. I could feel it electric between us. Loren wanted to take my virginity and love me and make me hers forever and I was offering myself.
"Because Suzy isn't the girl I love," Loren told me. "And Kylie doesn't love me."
She kissed me deeply and I struggled to move my body, to bring my virginity to Loren's thrusts, but she defied me, holding me tightly and content to ride the blistered cheeks of my ass. I moaned with frustration as much as pleasure, filling Loren's mouth with my desperation and still she refused. I was ripe for another orgasm and reaching for it with my heart, aching to climax with Loren's cock tearing through the child I'd been too long.
That was my reason, my rationale - that I was clinging to my innocence when what I needed was freedom. It was a heated argument, illogical and confused in its symbolism, but it was all I had. That and Loren's love, the promise in her lips and eyes and hands. I had to give myself to her because she loved me too much to for anything else and I understood finally what we were both waiting for.
"No…" I breathed, closing my eyes and pressing my lips to hers, "I'm Kylie and I've always loved you."
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