THE BMOC AND THE ARTIST (Chapter 129)

Kate Thompson had a self-image. It wasn't a bad one, mind you, but it was realistic. She had always thought of herself as a bit 'off', a little strange-weird, even. She just wasn't like other people. 

And then she went to art school.

Kate's classmates in high school had thought she dressed strangely. Well, her floppy hats and skinny ties and tie-die skirts and collections of bracelets were positively sedate compared to some of her classmates in art school. Hair colors that were not of this world, piercings in places she didn't even know she had, and clothing choices that were way beyond the pale.

Suddenly, Kate had become conservative. How the hell did that happen, she laughed to herself.

Her roommate, Freya, wasn't bad. She actually had normal blonde hair, though she did have a gazillion piercings and favored camouflage clothing.  She even wore her hair normally, loose around her shoulders, and not in a mohawk or somesuch. Kate also found out that she was a really cool person.

Kate also appreciated that Freya came to art school to do art. Kate had been flabbergasted at how many people came to art school to be, and be seen as, 'artistic'-but really didn't care about actually working at doing art. Kate actually wanted to go to art school to be a better painter-as did Freya, although in her case she was a photography major. 

So, Kate and Freya got along, and had started developing a friendship. It wasn't until early October, however, that Kate told her about the most important person in her life.

She got off the phone that Tuesday afternoon and let out a delighted little squeak. "I can't believe he's starting!"

"Who's starting what?" Freya asked.

"My boyfriend, Chad."

"You have a boyfriend? How come I've never seen him?"

"We, unfortunately, don't have much time together-and, I'm sure you understand, when we do, we'd rather be alone."

"I'll buy that," Freya laughed. "So, he's starting what?"

"He's starting at quarterback Saturday for Boston College. He's only a freshman, but their quarterbacks are riddled with injuries. He's, like, the only one left, so he's starting Saturday against Syracuse. He's all excited. He's trying to get tickets for me now."

Freya goggled at her. "You're going out with a jock?"

"Yeah," Kate laughed. "Strange, isn't it? We've been going out for almost a year."

"Jeez, I'd like to meet him. It's just strange he's never been here."

"Well, it's easier for me to go there," Kate pointed out, "because he's busy with football right now." Kate's face unfolded into a wide grin. "Besides which, his roommate has been his best friend since freshman year in high school and knows and likes me-so he's real good about getting out of the room."

"Ah," Freya laughed. "So, you're doing him."

"Yup," Kate admitted happily.

"How is he?"

"Oh. My. God." Both girls cracked up laughing. "He's not your typical self-absorbed BMOC-type quarterback, you have to understand. He's very attentive to my needs."

"Ah," Freya laughed. "And are you attentive to his needs?"

"You wanna know a secret?" Kate asked. Freya nodded. "I'm a complete animal in bed." Freya looked at her, and then cracked up laughing. "He likes it," Kate continued, "a whole lot."

"I'll just bet he does," Freya grinned. "Still, the art school geek and the jock. It's amusing."

"To us, too, actually," Kate admitted. "Hey, I love sports, anyhow."

"Do you?" Freya asked. "Honestly, the only sport I like is figure skating."

"Really?" Kate grinned. "Damn, if I had known that, I'd have told you who my stepsister is." Freya looked at her, waiting. "Sophia Daniels Kelleher."

"You're kidding!" Freya gasped.

"Nope. Sophie's mom married my dad a few years ago. Sophie and Warren lived at the house the whole past year." Kate walked over to her shelving and pulled out a photo album. "See? I was even a bridesmaid at the wedding."

"You have to let me meet them! I adore their skating!" Freya said excitedly.

"Sure. When they get back for Christmas, sure," Kate agreed.


Chad came through with four tickets to the game. Freya eagerly went. Two other girls from their floor, Shelly and Alicia, decided to go along.

"I don't know why I'm going," Alicia said. "I'm not much for football."

"You're going because you're my friend, I love football," Shelly proclaimed. Shelly was a short-haired muscular lesbian.

"You liking football, that's such a cliché," Alicia teased.  

"And you're such a breeder," Shelly teased back. 

"Breeders can like football, too," Kate pointed out. "More to the point, we can like football players."

"There is that," Freya agreed. 

"True," Shelly agreed. 

"And you can check out the cheerleaders," Alicia teased. 

"I'll be checking out the game," Shelly pointed out. "Like I said, I like football." They had found the very good seats that Chad had provided for them. "Hey, Kate. Nice seats."

"Good to have connections," Kate grinned.

"Connections?"

"Yeah." Shelly and Alicia didn't know about Chad. Kate spotted him warming up, fairly close by, and yelled out, "Hey, number five! Nice ass!" Chad turned around, spotted her, grinned, and waved.

"You know that guy?" Shelly asked.

"That's Chad Kozak. He's starting at quarterback today. It's his first start, he's just a freshman," Kate told Shelly. Then she grinned. "We've been going out for almost a year."

"Really?" Alicia asked. "A jock?"

"That's what I said," Freya laughed. 

Shortly after that, the game started. Alicia and Freya were busy checking out "the tight end's tight end," but Shelly was pleased to find out that Kate knew football quite well.

"You a football nut because your guy plays it?" Shelly asked her.

"Nope. Long before that. In fact, at the first team party Chad took me to last year, I shocked the whole team with my acumen."

"Good for you," Shelly grinned.


Chad did well in his first game as a starter, especially after the coaches put his favorite receiver, Butch, into the game. BC won in a close one. 

Alicia and Shelly headed back to Mass Art after the game, but Freya decided to hang out with Kate, who was waiting for Chad.  Shortly he emerged, Butch in tow. Kate stood up and greeted him with a long kiss.

"Oh, Jesus. Here we go again," Butch teased.

"Shaddap," Chad grinned, then kissed Kate again. 

"Nice game, hotshot," Kate told him after they broke the kiss. "You, too," she grinned at Butch. "Guys, this is my roommate Freya. This is Chad, and that's his best friend Butch."

They chatted for a bit, then all decided to go to dinner together.

Towards the end of the dinner, Freya and Kate went to the ladies' room.

"Look," Freya told her, "Butch just invited me to go to a party with him. I'm not going to want to trudge back to Mass Art if I'm half in the bag. So, why don't you take Chad back to our room? Butch says I can crash in Chad's bed tonight. Butch is telling Chad the same thing right now."

"Hmm, you have it all worked out," Kate grinned. 

"Yeah. I like Butch. It'll be fun." She leered at Kate. "And you'll have Chad all to yourself all night."

"That's always a good thing," Kate grinned.


This was Chad's first trip to Kate's dorm. They both knew it was going to be weird-and they were right. Every single eye was on them as they walked through the Mass Art campus. Clean-cut muscular jock types like Chad were pretty rare there.

When they got to her dorm, they were almost laughing. When they got into her room, they did laugh. "Man, are you going to be fending off the questions about me!"

"Yup," Kate agreed.

"Wow, that girl Tori-exactly how many piercings does she have?"

"Oh, you don't know the half of it," Kate grinned. "Both nipples and her clit."

"Her clit?"

"Well, the hood, actually."

"That must have hurt like hell."

"She says it did-but she also says it's the greatest thing ever. She says all she has to do now is wear tight jeans and she gives herself little mini-orgasms all day long."

"Getting ideas, Katie?"

"Nah. I don't like pain." She walked over to Chad and wrapped her arms around his shoulders, grinning at him. "Besides which, I'm not much for little mini-orgasms. I like big fat huge orgasms."

"Oh, really?"

"Really. Know where I can get one of those?"

"I have a idea."  He reached down and grabbed her shirt, and pulled it over her head. Then he went to undo the bra. 

"Good idea," she grinned, and started working on his shirt. In short order they were both naked. Giggling, Kate grabbed Chad's dick and pulled him towards her bed. 

They landed on the bed and wrapped their arms around each other, kissing deeply. They rubbed their naked bodies up against one another, sighing deeply into their kiss. Chad's hand slipped down to her breast and he lightly fondled it. 

He kissed down her neck and then moved to her erect nipple, lightly sucking and nibbling on it. His hand moved between her legs.  "YESSSSS!" she hissed as he slipped a finger deep into her pussy.  He moved his other hand down and fondled her clit while he moved his fingers in and out of her.  She started moaning and bucking back at his hand. After a few minutes, she found herself getting close.

"Oh, God, Chad, fuck me!" she demanded. 

He happily obliged. It just took two long strokes of his cock into her, and Kate went into orbit with her first orgasm. She clenched and bucked beneath him, letting out a nice loud yelp. Chad stroked through it and smiled inwardly to himself at his girlfriend's unbridled enthusiasm about sex.

"Oh, MAN! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!" Kate howled, still riding the waves of her climax. Chad drove into her, as she howled every time he hit bottom. She slammed her hips upward to meet him on every downstroke. She screamed her second climax, and Chad went right with her.

They collapsed in a heap on her bed. "Oh, God, I love you," Kate gasped.

"I love you, too," Chad replied. Then he looked at her with a little grin. "You know, we're never going to be the king and queen of foreplay."

Kate giggled. "Well, that's because we don't have enough time together. I'm too pent up by the time I get you in bed."

"True," Chad laughed. "But just think, honey-for a change, we've got each other all night."

"Yes, but, there's a problem. You completely wore me out!"

The both laughed at that. Then they chatted and cuddled for a while before they fell asleep in each other's arms.


Kate woke the next morning with the sensation of something warm and wet on her pussy. She sleepily opened her eyes, and looked down-to see Chad with his face buried between her legs.

"OH GOD!" she gasped, as her whole body quickly became awake.

Chad looked up at her with a gleam in his eye. "Morning, honey. I told you I was going to get to some foreplay."

"I ain't complaining!" She rest her head back onto the pillow and enjoyed what Chad was doing to her. "OK, I admit it," she gasped, "I don't let you do this enough!"

Chad just giggled into her crotch and kept right on licking her pussy. When he was sure she was completely awake, he zeroed in on her clit, causing her hips to rocket off the bed as she moaned. Chad worked her clit with his tongue for a few minutes, until she howled her climax.

As she was coming down, Chad moved up, positioned himself between her legs, and entered her.

After they had finished, they cleaned up, got dressed, and headed out of her room. To Chad's amusement-and Kate's embarrassment-they found that every girl that was out in the hall was looking at them in jealous amusement. By the time they got out of the dorm, Kate was sporting a full blush.

"I guess I was loud," she said feebly.

"When aren't you?" Chad laughed. "My little fuck monkey."

"Fuck monkey?" she laughed. "Why do I actually think I like that?"

They laughed together and walked hand-in-hand. They found a restaurant that Kate liked for some breakfast, then spent the rest of the day wandering Boston.


That night, at supper, Kate was joined by Freya.

"Have a good time last night?" Kate asked her.

"Yeah. I did. And, from what I hear, you had a very good time."

"It's hard for me to stay quiet," Kate said sheepishly.

"It's the talk of the floor. Everybody thought you were quiet and unassuming."

"Not in bed," Kate laughed. "The walls in that dorm are too damn thin."

"In the dorm at BC, too, I think." Freya said with a little grin.

"You didn't!"

"We did," Freya admitted. "And, no, before you ask, I wasn't drunk. I'd had only a couple. I knew exactly what I was doing. Butch is very nice. And hung!"

"I'll take your word for that one. I have no desire to roam!"


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