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Note: Mixed Bag is a compilation of stories by Rachael Ross and
contains a Foreword and 65 chapters. It is being posted to ASSM
largely in sequence. See MB00 for a table of contents. All stories
copyrighted 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
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information. Thanks. -rr


Adults Only

Mixed Bag - Chapter Thirty Eight



Karen (Part 5)

by Kylie X


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Story Codes: F/F, M/F, Lesbian, No Sex, Romance, Interracial

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    "How about a drink before we go back to the dorm?" Karen suggested
as we just happened to be walking towards Ms. Peralta's.

    "Oh, I don't know," I looked pointedly at the dark plastic bag
Karen was carrying. "It might be kind of...weird."

    Walking into a bar with a bag full of porn, including a strap-on
dildo would be extremely weird, I thought.

    "Come on, it'll be cool," Karen smiled at me. "You look like you
could use a drink anyway."

    "Yeah, maybe," I laughed self-consciously. "You think Brandon will
really call me?"

    "Yeeeeah," Karen said slowly, like teasing me. "He's into you,
Kylie...Or he wants to be, anyway."

    "Shut-up!" I made a face at her. "He works in a porn shop though."

    "Hey, if it pays for your flowers, what are you complaining
about?" Karen asked. "At least the ice is broken, right?"

    "Yeah," I laughed. "I guess you could say that."

    "Hey, come here for a second," Karen sort of yanked me and I had
no idea what she was doing. I never did. For looking so small and
innocent, my best friend was kind of a nut sometimes.

    "What are you doing?" I said and we were in a narrow alley between
a couple of closed stores and Karen was digging in the plastic bag,
pulling out my new t-shirt.

    "Put this on," Karen told me. "It'll be awesome."

    "What? No!" I gasped at her, looking at the black t-shirt with the
words 'Slut For White Cock' written cross the front.

    "Yeah!" Karen nodded. "Hurry up, before someone sees you!"

    "Karen! I'm not going to wear that!" I shook my head, but it was
inevitable, I suppose. We'd spent an hour browsing porn, we were on
our way to a lesbian bar, so now I had to wear my t-shirt.

    I lost my black blouse, handing it to Karen and for all of three
seconds I was totally topless in the middle of the street. Sorta. My
nipples were hard for some reason and I rolled my eyes as pulled the t-
shirt over them. It was supposed to be a large t-shirt, but I had some
large breasts too and they were in Karen's face as the cotton was
stretched out.

    "Sweet," Karen said softly, pushing her round glasses up her nose
and I felt a split second of discomfort before I shoved it away.

    "Happy?" I asked a little sarcastically and I had to giggle at
myself. This was pretty crazy for me.

    "Oh yeah," Karen nodded. "They're gonna be buying us drinks all
night!"

    "What?" I laughed. "We're not drinking all night. Just one!"

    "Yeah, that's what I meant," Karen lied, folding my blouse and
putting it in the bag.

    "God!" I really wondered if I was changing or if...I dunno. This
wasn't like me at all.

    "Here we go," Karen pulled the door open for me. "Let's have some
fun."

    "We've been having fun," I said over my shoulder as we walked into
bar, because it wasn't a club by any stretch.

    "I know!" Karen laughed. "Let's have more. I'm gonna run to
bathroom."

    "What do you want to drink?" I asked her and Karen gave me a look.
"What?"

    "Just find a table," she said. "Don't bother buying any drinks."

    "Hmmm..." That was easy for Karen to say, she was a lesbian anyway,
so having other girls buy her drinks was sorta normal for her. But for
me...

    At least I was comfortable now, being in the place, I mean. Karen
and I had started stopping into Ms. Peralta's a couple three times a
week, just for a glass of wine or maybe two. We never got carded,
unlike everyplace else around the university, and I was sort of used
to seeing a bar full of attractive girls getting hit on by other
girls. I'd even learned to defend myself against the routine advances
of women looking to hook up with an attractive black coed. Karen made
that easier because she was always nearby and obviously protective of
me.

    I kind of liked it, actually, and sometimes it could be a little
confusing. I wasn't really attracted to Karen or any other woman, but
sometimes I got feelings, not physically so much, but emotionally. I
felt a little warm and a bit tight in my tummy, and I'd look at Karen
and not see a girl, but just a friend. Someone I really liked a lot
and had a good time with, but then I'd get nervous and worry I was
turning gay and that would spoil it. Like I say, it was kind of
confusing sometimes.

    "Hey Kylie!" Marci smiled at me and she was the one and only
waitress in the place. Kind of a bubbly Barbie doll sort of girl and
popular as you can imagine, but it was all an act. She was pre-law and
smarter than hell. Playing the bimbo might have been a little
embarrassing at times, she admitted, but Marci made a killing on tips
and that's why she was working, not because she was really into
carrying drinks around.

    Besides, she was queer as a three dollar bill and liked the
attention.

    "Hi. What's this?" I watched as the blonde put a couple coasters
on the table and then a couple glasses of something on top of them.

    "White Russians," Marci gave me a grin. "Courtesy of the ladies
playing pool."

    "Oh," I looked towards the pool table, which was at the back of
the bar, being a long, but relatively narrow place, and 'ladies' was a
generous word. They looked like a couple twenty year old boys.

    "Where's Karen?" Marci wondered.

    "Powdering her nose," I smiled up at her, trying not to look at
her tits.

    I always wondered if they were real because Marci had some
perfectly perfect C cups, like too perfect, you know? Round and firm
and always on display beneath a bikini top. I didn't know if that was
the official uniform, a red bikini with a pair of tight white shorts,
but that was what she always wore. More tips, I supposed.

    "She looks good tonight," Marci smiled. "See ya later. Yell if you
need anything."

    "Okay," I nodded and held my glass up, thanking the girls at the
pool table and they were smiling back at me. I didn't think I'd seen
them before, but there were always new faces everytime I went in the
place, and a lot of familiar ones too.

    "Cool shirt, by the way," Marci stuck her tongue out at me, sort
of walking backwards for a second and I laughed, feeling a little
embarrassed.

    Karen was taking her time and I hid my frown as Tricia sat down
next in the chair next to mine and she had her own drink. She was an
attractive woman, older, like thirty something, and sort of motherly
it seemed to me. But Tricia was definitely on the make for college
girls and she was always hitting on me.

    "Hi," I smiled at her, because if I had a fault it was unfailing
politeness. That and my eternal optimism, like everything would work
out if I just relaxed. I hoped.

    "Hi Kylie," Tricia smiled back. "All by yourself tonight? You look
lonely."

    "No," I shook my head. "Karen's in the ladies room."

    "Oh," she wrinkled her nose at that. "Slut for white cock?"

    "What? Um..." I shrugged and nodded, looking away from her grin.

    "That's cute," Tricia decided. "Is it pledge week already?"

    "No, it's...Karen's idea," I said. "I think she just likes to
embarrass me."

    "It looks good on you," Tricia said. "Do you feel like dancing
tonight? You keep promising..."

    "Yeah," I giggled nervously. "I know I do, I'm so bad at that.
Um..."

    "One dance," she teased me with pursed lips. "Then you're off the
hook."

    "Okay," I cleared my throat and I had turned the woman down a lot,
everytime I was in there practically.

    "Great," Tricia laughed lightly and she was already standing up.

    The dance floor was just an empty bit of floor space in the middle
of the bar. There was a jukebox against a square stanchion and all it
ever played was slow songs, or so it seemed to me. A few couples were
dancing and the place was surprisingly busy, considering the big mixer
that was going on at the university. I let Tricia take my hand,
feeling her fingers soft and dry while my palm was sweaty and nervous.
I'd danced with a few girls before, with Karen too obviously, but I
was always kind of shy about it.

    Tricia took the lead, naturally, and it was strange dancing with a
woman. She wore a dark blue dress, a nice one showing off some
cleavage and her legs. Tricia was a good looking woman, like I said,
and proof that all dykes didn't look like lumberjacks. She loved being
a woman, but she definitely liked taking the traditional male role
with her more demure companions. She held my right hand in her left,
up high near her shoulder. Her other arm was around my waist and my
left hand was on Tricia's shoulder. She was a good dancer and liked to
hold me firm and close.

    "I've never danced with a black girl before," Tricia told me
softly. "I like it."

    "Is it that much different?" I wondered with a smile.

    "You're different," she told me and beneath her black hair she had
some soft brown eyes, very bright and looking into mine.

    "I'm just me," I licked my lips, feeling her smallish tits grazing
mine as we moved. My nipples had been hard ever since I'd put on that
t-shirt and it was maddening the way I could feel just the smallest
pressure against them.

    "You're beautiful, Kylie," Tricia told me and this was why I
hadn't wanted to dance with her. Maybe she saw it in my eyes. "I know
you're straight," she continued, "but I'd love to show you how good it
can be."

    "Tricia..."

    "With another woman," she tilted her head, keeping my eyes on
hers. "Someone who knows how it feels. Just...think about it, okay?"

    "Yeah," I gave her a tiny nod, thinking I could agree to think
about anything.

    "You know, everyone wants to know what's going on with you and
Karen," Tricia laughed lightly after a minute of not saying anything
at all.

    "They do?" I narrowed my eyes at that.

    "It's the big mystery," Tricia agreed. "Have you slept with her?"

    "What? That's kind of..."

    "Rude, I know," Tricia sighed. "She makes me jealous. You're so
lovely, Kylie."

    "Be nice," I warned her as I felt Tricia's hand sliding down to
the top of my butt.

    "I could be very nice, if you'd let me," Tricia breathed and she
wanted a kiss. I could see it in her eyes and she was going to try,
she'd been waiting too long for this dance to let it go innocently.

    "Next time," I laughed, teasing the woman deliberately and trying
to break the moment without hurting her. "I have to think about it.
Remember?"

    "Sorry," Tricia sighed and her hand was in the small of my back
again. "You just make it really...hard."

    The song ended and Karen was waiting for me as I thanked Tricia
for the dance. She returned to the table with me, holding my hand and
letting it go reluctantly as I started sitting down with Karen. I
noticed the plastic bag was a lot smaller and I gave my friend a
questioning look.

    "My turn," Karen said, giving me no choice as she pulled me back
to my feet.

    "See ya later, Kylie." Tricia gave me a smile and she and Karen
largely ignored each other, the way boys will when they both want the
same girl.

    "You're getting brave," Karen said when we started dancing and I
wasn't sure if she was teasing me or genuinely unhappy that I'd been
dancing with Tricia.

    "You were taking forever," I shrugged and leaned a little closer.
"What happened to the dildo?"

    "You mean...this one?" Karen finally smiled and I gasped as I felt
it beneath her skirt, an unmistakable bulge rubbing against my thigh
all of a sudden.

    "You put it on?" I stared at her and then I laughed, holding
Karen's shoulders while she held my hips.

    "I got tired of carrying it around," she said. "It's really
comfortable too."

    "I can tell," I rolled my eyes and Karen was really rubbing me,
but she was just a bit too short to work it against my pussy, thank
God!

    "Shoulda worn pants," Karen sighed. "I hate wearing a skirt."

    "Marci said you look good," I told her with a little wiggle of my
eyebrows. "You should say hi to her."

    "Did she?" Karen smiled at that. "She's just looking for a good
time."

    "And you're not?" I laughed and my friend blushed. I knew what she
meant though; Karen was like me in that way. We both wanted something
serious and long term, not just a one night stand. Well, I wouldn't
mind a one night stand to tell the truth, and that was probably as
much as I'd be able to get away with, but if I had a dream...

    "What was Tricia saying?" Karen wondered, trying to hide her
jealousy behind changing the topic.

    "Ohhh...the usual," I said airily. "She wants to show me how good it
can be."

    "Hmph," Karen made a face.

    "She said everyone wants to know what we're up to."

    "Who? Us?" Karen rolled her eyes. "It's a small world. I guess
you're in it now."

    "What's that?" I asked.

    "The lesbian community," Karen said with a straight face.
"Everyone knows everyone else and they love to gossip."

    "Yeah, but they know I'm not..."

    "Heh!" Karen smiled at me. "You're with me, Kylie. I'm not with
anyone else, so..."

    "Guilty by association, huh?" I smiled at that.

    "A straight girl comes in once, maybe twice," Karen said. "That's
okay, everybody understands it. But nobody understands a straight girl
who comes in all the time, you know?"

    "Well..." I cleared my throat, wondering what Karen was trying to
say. I was a feeling a little lost.

    "You're looking for something," Karen said softly.

    "Am I?" I licked my lips, feeling my skin tingle. I stroked
Karen's shoulders with my fingernails just because I was itchy.

    "You're interested," she nodded and I was getting those feelings
again and I liked the way Karen was holding me. The way she was
looking at me.

    "Maybe I just...like being with you," I offered innocently.

    "Do you?" Karen asked and her voice was gentle as a warm breeze,
giving me a tiny shiver.

    "Well, yeah," I giggled nervously, feeling my tummy turning over
as I swallowed hard. "You're my best friend."

    "Yeah," Karen nodded and then she was letting me go and I suddenly
didn't want her to, but I was afraid to say it. I was confused and
flustered and Karen knew it, but she was letting me go and I didn't
know what that meant.

    The girls at the pool table had bought us another round, even
though I'd barely touched my first drink. This time they were
following Marci as she brought them, their pool game apparently
finished. This could be a little awkward and I wondered if Karen knew
them. I hoped so, because otherwise they'd probably just assume we
were a couple femmes looking for a couple daddies to take us home.
Karen was definitely not going to be interested and so far as I was
concerned, she was my dyke daddy anyway. I smiled when I realized I
was thinking like a lesbian, but it really is like a small world unto
itself sometimes, with it's own language and customs and...

    "Hi. Can we join you?" one of the girls asked and they looked like
brothers, albeit feminine brothers.

    They both had short brown hair, one with brown eyes the other more
hazel, dressed in jeans and t-shirts. One had a pack of cigarettes
rolled up in her left sleeve and the other had a tattoo on her bicep,
a sexy devil riding a pitchfork. The girl on the left was curvy, but
the other had smallish tits and narrow hips, and except for their
obviously female faces, they came across as a couple college guys.

    "I'm Cal," the one with the boyish body and the tattoo smiled at
Karen. "This is Dani."

    "Hi," I said, looking at Dani and she was already pulling a chair
close to me. It was obvious they'd already split us up between them.

    "Sure," Karen shrugged, and watched as Cal sat down close to her.
"Thank you for the drinks, that's so sweet of you guys."

    I kind of blinked at Karen because she sounded so...girly.

    "I'm Karen, this is Kylie," she continued, smiling at Cal. "You
guys going to the college?"

    "Hi Kylie," Dani said softly beneath Karen and Cal as they talked.
"I don't think I've seen you here before."

    "Me? Um, I come in once in awhile," I nodded, picking up my drink.
"I'm not really, uh...I'm not much for the bar scene."

    I don't know why I didn't tell the girl I wasn't queer.

    "What's with the t-shirt?" Dani wondered, using it as an excuse to
almost rub my breasts with a pointing finger. "Do you really love
white cock, or..."

    "Oh!" I giggled nervously and shrugged. "I just, it's kind of a
joke. I don't know."

    "You're too gorgeous to waste your time with cock," Dani decided
and she had the hazel eyes, brown flecked with gold or maybe a little
green in there, I couldn't decide.

    "Am I?" I laughed. "What should I be wasting my time with then?"

    "Hmm...Well, you shouldn't waste any time," Dani laughed lightly.
"But if you absolutely had to..."

    "If my life depended on it?" I gave her the tip of my tongue
between my lips.

    "Yeah, if it was life or death..." she nodded. "I'd love to rock
your world."

    "Oh!" I almost rolled my eyes and this wasn't doing it for me at
all. She was being friendly, but even she'd been a real white boy I
would have shot Dani down, I think.

    "No, we're together," Karen was saying, still sounding sweet and
even sexy as she spoke to Cal. "We're not really into the whole dyke
thing, you know?"

    "Oh," Cal sort of frowned at that.

    "You're with her?" Dani asked me and I shrugged. "Sorry, um...We
thought you guys were just..."

    "Friends?" I smiled at her. "No, Karen really rocks my world.
Don't you, baby?"

    "Hmmm?" Karen looked at me and she almost laughed when I called
her baby. "I try, sweetie. Are you ready to go home?"

    "Yeah," I nodded and she could see it on my face. Karen knew my
moods by then, when she could push me a little and when it was time to
let me go. It was pretty obvious to her that I didn't feel like
flirting with a bunch of girls all night. They'd all be like Dani, not
really interested in me so much as what was between my legs and I
wasn't into that at all.

    "Thanks for the drinks, but I think we have to get going," Karen
drained her second White Russian and licked the cream off her lips
slowly.

    "Anytime," Cal sighed and looked at her friend. There wasn't a
whole lot they could do about it and they knew it.

    "Can I put my blouse back on?" I asked Karen as we walked away
from the table and she just laughed at me.

    I let it go as it was late and we were just going back to the
dorm. I could always cross my arms over my breasts if I had to, sorta.
It was nice walking with Karen, I always enjoyed being with her, but
whatever I'd been feeling during our brief dance was gone again. That
was both frustrating and a bit of a relief, but mostly I just wished I
knew what was going on in my brain.

    "Why did you ask those guys to sit down anyway?" I wondered,
meaning the two girls.

    "Just being nice," Karen shrugged, holding the door for me and it
was cool outside and it felt good. "I don't have to be a bitch all the
time, right?"

    "Right!" I laughed at her. "You're about as bitchy as...I dunno.
You're definitely not a bitch though. Mostly."

    "Heh," Karen grinned at me. "Mostly."


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    "You wanna watch a movie with me?" Karen paused outside my door,
since it was ten feet closer than hers was.

    "Oh, it's kinda late," I said, finding that to be a good excuse
and the night air had cleared my head a lot. I was a little
embarrassed about the whole evening, actually. I managed to hide it
though, or at least I hoped so. I didn't want to make Karen feel bad
or anything; it was just me being me, as usual.

    "Come on, we can watch yours," Karen gave a small jerk of her
head. "I'll microwave some popcorn."

    "Popcorn?" I laughed at her. "And porn...I don't know."

    "Popporn, yeah," Karen grinned at me and she was the one with the
DVD/television combo in her room. All I had was my laptop for playing
movies, but it worked. Sort of.

    "Nah," I shook my head. "I'm just going to take a shower and go to
bed I think."

    "Okay," Karen nodded and she wasn't going to argue, she started
digging in the plastic bag she was holding. "Here..."

    "Oh, you just hold onto it," I said, thinking she was getting my
DVD out and I still couldn't believe I'd bought that.

    "You don't want your blouse?" Karen teased me, pulling it out of
the bag and I smiled sheepishly.

    "Thanks," I said, taking it and then fishing for my key in my
purse.

    "Did you have fun?" Karen wondered, looking like she thought I
might be unhappy and wishing I wasn't.

    "Yeah, I did," I told her seriously. "It was weird...but pretty
fun."

    "Okay," she smiled and stood there for a second. "Goodnight,
Kylie."

    "Night," I said.

    Once inside, I leaned against my closed door without bothering to
turn on the lights. Karen had been looking for another kiss, I knew.
Just a kiss on the cheek and we did that sometimes. Not always, but a
few times and it meant something to her. It meant something to me too.
Like the night had been special somehow, not romantically or anything,
but just a special night shared between two friends.

    I hadn't kissed Karen though and it bothered me, but I didn't know
why. Or maybe I did know and I was afraid of it. I was wound up, like
the whole evening was conspiring against my better judgment. I just...
wanted something.

    "Kylie?" Karen asked through the door. "Uh, just a second, uh...
coming..." Karen was wearing the sheet off her bed and she looked a
little pink. I instantly regretted knocking on her door half an hour
after getting back to the dorm. It was plain what she'd been doing and
I could smell her on the air.

    "Hi," I cleared my throat. "I'm sorry, um..."

    "What's up?" Karen smiled a little self-consciously and tried to
hide it. "Change your mind about watching a movie?"

    "Yeah," I giggled. "I don't know, I just...Is it okay?"

    "Yeah," Karen pulled her door all the way open. "I was, um...I was
watching...Hold on..."

    I stepped into her room wearing that Slut for White Cock t-shirt
and a pair of black panties to go with it. I hadn't made it to the
shower, but I'd brushed my hair and put on a little makeup, and
basically asked myself what I thought I was doing. I didn't know and
my heart was running fast, my whole body tingling with nervous energy.
It was late, but I was wide awake and I closed the door behind me
while Karen fumbled with her DVD player.

    "I was watching the, you know...the other one," Karen was nervous
too and probably filled with all kinds of happy wonder that I'd come
to her room.

    "We can watch that one," I licked my lips and my mouth was dry as
a desert just then.

    "The lesbian one?" Karen looked at me and I nodded.

    "If you want to, I mean."

    "Yeah, but...okay." Karen pushed up her glasses. "Are you feeling
alright?"

    "Ahhh..." I grinned at her and I didn't know what I was feeling.

    "Do you want to have sex with me?" Karen asked, just flat out
plain as day and I stared at her. "Because, I don't want to start
anything and then ruin it, you know? I'd rather just be friends and
have that for the rest of my life than one night and then...goodbye. You
know what I'm saying?"

    "Yeah," I swallowed hard.

    "So, I don't know why you're here, but..." Karen said gently, biting
her bottom lip and she sounded almost sad, I thought.

    "I don't know either," I whispered, wanting to look away, but the
small blonde coed held me tight with her deep blue eyes.

    "I love you, Kylie." Karen watched my face and I didn't say
anything. I felt like a little girl standing in front of her.

    "I just..." I finally started, but Karen shushed me.

    "Don't," she said, reaching out of her sheet with her right hand,
the left clutching it closed around her naked body. "You don't owe me
anything, okay? You don't love me. It's alright."

    "Karen," I sighed and I felt her fingers on my cheek, caressing me
and tilted my face against her palm.

    "Go to bed," she smiled. "Get some sleep. We're going to Hastings
this weekend, right?"

    "Yeah," I agreed.

    "We'll figure this all out," she told me, sounding like my big
sister or something. My best friend and that emotion, that friendship,
was overwhelming suddenly.

    "Thank you," I smiled weakly at the girl, feeling foolish and
embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I just...God..."

    "It's okay," she laughed lightly. "You're blonde inside."

    "I do love you," I told her seriously. I kissed Karen's cheek and
then lightly on her closed lips, the way a girl's best friend should
after receiving a special favor.

    "I wish," Karen teased me and she let me out of her room, watching
me until I disappeared back into mine. She must have thought I was
crazy.



To be continued...

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