29 comments/ 258672 views/ 38 favorites Long-Distance Runner By: Colleen Thomas Authors Note: This is a new category for me. Hard core Fans of N/C will probably find this too tame for your enjoyment and for that I apologize in advance. Likewise the action is All female, so if you aren't into all girl group gropes this one probably isn't for you either. CET Gail sat on the hard wooden bench and tried to get control of her ragged breathing. The hot summer sun beat down on her bronzed skin and her heart was hammering in her temples. Sweat dripped from her nose to her soaked running shorts, but she was too tired to wipe her brow or raise her head. Five miles in this heat took a lot out of you, even a superbly conditioned athlete like Gail. This was her usual spot every afternoon during the summer. She timed her start so she always caught the last fifteen minutes of the cheerleaders' practice. She enjoyed watching the beautiful girls cavorting around in their little white and red skirts. She loved watching their long legs, pretty faces and occasionally catching a glimpse of their tight butts under their bloomers. Gail watched as the practice wound down and Mrs. Thompson dismissed the girls. Her heartbeat was already slowing and her breathing was back to something close to normal. Gail was the college's best distance runner and she was fanatical about it. She was five foot seven and kept her dark hair cut close to her head to reduce its drag when she was competing or at least that was the reason she gave her folks. Her legs were almost ridiculously well muscled and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body, even her breasts were tight and barely stood out from her chest. Her course work came first of course, but she was only truly happy when running. Training in Mississippi in the high summer gave her a real leg up on the competition. With temperatures in the high nineties and humidity that never dipped below eighty percent her body had become hardened to the physical demands of her sport. Being gay and out in the small town atmosphere of the college had hardened her mentally. Calhoun, Mississippi was not exactly New York and she had suffered the almost casual abuse for so long it rarely made an impression any longer. The cheerleaders were walking past now and Gail actually managed to sit up straight. The head cheerleader was a snotty, old money, rich bitch named Tiffany Scoggins who seemed to hold some personal vendetta against Gail. She was also the hottest girl Gail had ever laid eyes on. She was five foot five and probably didn't weight one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, flawless skin and a body that would tempt a saint. Tiffany was also mean, spiteful and the most active of Gail's tormentors. She and three others were walking past Gail when she stopped and turned those crystal blue eyes on the lithe runner. "Well, if it isn't our token dyke. What ya doing, Miss Thang? Watching us practice? Did it get your pussy all wet?" she said scowling. Gail merely stared at her. She had long ago discovered fighting back only made things worse. Tiffany caught her skirt with one hand and lifted it, exposing her creamy thighs and red bloomers. She pulled these aside with her other hand to show off the pink lips and carefully trimmed blonde thatch of her pussy. "Is that what you wanted to see? I bet you would just love to come over here and lick it wouldn't you?" she said. The other girls sniggered and Gail felt herself flushing. When she didn't respond, Tiffany let her skirt fall back. "What kind of a dyke are you, passing up an invitation like that? Maybe you aren't gay at all, maybe you're just too ugly to get laid. I know a few guys who might give you some dick. If you have enough money, that is." The laughter of the girls was cut short by Vanessa Scott vaulting over the short chain link fence behind Gail and charging right up into Tiffany's face. Vanessa was a big girl, nearly six feet tall and heavily muscled, with dark ebony skin. She was the most athletic girl Gail had ever met and played center on the basketball team. She ran track to keep in shape and won a lot more events than a casual runner should, but she was just that fast. She looked like your typical person would imagine a bull dyke should look, but she was totally straight, at least as far as Gail knew. "You got something to say, you stuck up cunt?" Vanessa snarled. Gail felt a presence behind her and turned to see Trisha Vollensberg. She was a tall blonde, captain of the volleyball team and also ran track to keep in shape. She was taller than Vanessa, but where Van just screamed butch, Trisha screamed Swedish Bikini Team. Tall, blonde, toned and unconsciously sexy, she and Van were best friends and you rarely saw one without the other around. They were called the odd couple, but only behind their backs. Vanessa's temper was well known and she was big enough and strong enough to back it up. Trisha was the less volatile of the two, but in her own way could be quite formidable when she was angry. "What's the matter, bull dyke? Protecting your turf?" Tiffany shot back. Vanessa's backhanded slap sounded like a gunshot and sent the cheerleader to the ground. "Open your mouth again, cunt, and I'll fuck you up so bad no man will ever look at you with anything but pity," Vanessa said in a voice that was filled with rage. Vanessa and Tiffany hated each other. Tiffany was full of snide comments and backhanded insults for the big girl and Vanessa was openly disdainful of the blonde. Their mutual antipathy found a ready outlet in the way Tiffany treated Gail and although this wasn't the first time they had had words, it had never degenerated to physical violence, before. Tiffany stood up and was shaking with anger. Gail hated confrontations and really wished this wasn't happening. She knew she could have just walked away, she didn't feel the need to get even with the lovely cheerleader, deep down she felt a strong attraction to her, but Vanessa was her best friend and protector and it was bound to come to this because, despite the warnings, Tiffany just wouldn't lay off. She seemed bound and determined to create a scene and refused to back off with a stubbornness that bordered on obsession. "It will be hard to do that from behind bars nigger. My daddy will make sure you spend a good long time there for touching me," "You try that route, bitch!" Vanessa hissed through gritted teeth, but Tiffany and her entourage were already walking away. "You all right, girl?" she said as she turned to Gail. "Yes, I'm fine. Sorry I got you into trouble." "Fuck her; she needs to be taken down a few pegs anyway. Trish and I were going over to Hattiesburg for a shopping spree, wanna come along?" Gail smiled and nodded and the three of them walked towards the field house. Van and Trish were her best friends on the team, even though Gail didn't really understand why. They had little in common and no mutual friends, when they first met. Vanessa had seemed to take a liking to her and before long she was more or less like a big sister to the small runner. Vanessa was dating the star halfback from the football team and Trish was dating a wide receiver. More than one guy who gave Gail a hard time found himself confronted by a couple thousand pounds of football players and was warned it was in the interest of his health to leave her alone. Rob and Mark now watched out for her as well and sometimes it didn't even take prodding from Van to have jerks intimidated. The odd couple dragged her everywhere with them and, because they were popular and moved in the right circles, the harassment Gail had experienced as a freshman and sophomore had pretty much ended by the start of this semester. Only Tiffany and her small circle of friends refused to let it go. Gail often wondered why. She thought Tiff was hot, but she had never approached the young woman or even spoken to her. There was of course a running battle between the female athletes and the cheerleaders, but that alone seemed a weak excuse for all the animosity. Gail counted herself lucky to have Van and Trish as her best friends, without them she knew she would be subjected to a lot more ridicule and abuse than she was. The two of them talked excitedly about the upcoming shopping trip as they all washed up and dressed. Their monthly shopping sprees were one of the things Gail was always expected to come along for. While she dressed down herself, she had an eye for what looked good on a woman and both Trish and Vanessa had come to really value her opinion. She hoped this expedition would be for dresses or casual clothes. She hated to admit it, but the forays into Vic's or Freddy's always left her horny. The two women were beautiful and they didn't really appreciate the effect seeing them in come fuck me lingerie had on their smaller friend. Long-Distance Runner "Undo her bra, Van," Gail said breathlessly. It was either the beer or maybe Van and Trish had taken hits of F too, but Van didn't stop fingering Tiffany, or quit licking her neck as she undid the bra. Gail felt herself beginning to get horny as she snapped a few more photos. Tiffany's breasts were perfect, well shaped and capped with rosy little aureoles and nipples. Gail estimated she was a large B cup or a small C, but either way, they looked simply mouthwatering. "All right, put your tongue on her nipple," Gail said as she moved in for a close up. When Van complied, Gail snapped the shot. Vanessa looked at her questioningly. "Go ahead and suck," Gail said, hoping her voice was normal. She clicked a couple of shots more, as Van sucked on the girl's pink nipples. "That's good. Take her dress off, but leave her panties on. And keep her hot, it looks better if she is obviously enjoying herself," Gail said, and took the digicam to her computer to download the shots. She had plenty of space in the small camera's memory, but she knew they would only get one chance at this and she didn't feel like trusting to fate to make sure everything worked after it was too late to do it again. "Give me a hand," Van grunted to Trish. Once the pics were on the machine Gail burned them to a disc as well. She then opened the files and made sure the disk was good and that there were no problems. By then Tiffany was lying flat on the bed in only her panties and heels. Trish was pinching her nipples while Van was drinking a beer. "All right, Van. Go ahead and strip. I am going to snap a shot or two, so Trish, get out of the picture." Both girls complied and Gail snapped four shots of her best friend: one fully dressed, one when she had her shirt off, one when she was bare to the waist, and one in just her green thong, all with Tiffany watching and playing with herself on the bed as a background. Gail was having a hard time concentrating, now. Vanessa was breathtaking with her clothes off. Her ebony skin seemed to glow and Gail could see the muscles as they moved beneath her smooth skin. Her breasts were large, but the aureoles and nipples were what really caught the runner's attention. They were simply huge, easily bigger around than the base of the beer can. The nipples were thick and colored more darkly than even the dark aureoles. Most of all, they were puckered and stiff and that meant that, like it or not, Vanessa was getting hot. "How long is she going to be like this?" Gail said, indicating Tiffany. "Who knows? I'm betting this is her first time with F, so it should be a while, but everyone is different. It usually doesn't hit me for an hour, now, but when I first started, I was a total slut in ten minutes and stayed hot for over a day," Trisha said. "Yeah, it's just starting to hit me," Van said as she peeled off her panties. The basketball star's pussy was very hairy and her pinkish lips stood out in bold relief against the background of dark curls. Gail felt her mouth watering. She had seen Vanessa in just lingerie before, but naked she looked like some African Goddess stepping out of the mists of time. "Will she remember any of this?" Gail asked, hoping her voice wouldn't betray her lust. "Not much, probably. All I remember from my first time was a lot of guys over at the ATO house and my pussy being sore for days," Van said. "All right, lie on top of her and kiss her again," Gail said. When Van complied, Gail took another snapshot. She could see Van was getting into it and from the corner of her eye, she caught Trisha gently rubbing her pussy through her jeans. Van and Tiffany were still kissing deeply and Gail snapped another shot before turning the camera quickly and shooting a picture of Trish rubbing herself. The blonde smiled in embarrassment, but Van and Tiffany didn't even notice. "Feed her your tit," Gail said as she adjusted the focus on the camera. Van quickly moved and pressed her dark nipple to Tiffany's pink lips. The girl immediately enveloped the nipple and began to suck, causing Vanessa to groan. Gail snapped a few shots and then stood up. "All right, show time. Sit on her face," Gail said. Her voice was a little husky and her nipples were hard. This was getting really hot. Gail moved to the head of the bed and fired off a rapid set of shots with the 35mm as Van's dark pussy settled on Tiffany's ecstatic face. "Do it again, but go slow," she said. Gail snapped a few more with the digicam and handed it to Van. The black girl looked at her in confusion. "Just point it down your body and click," Gail said. Van groaned and her body stiffened. "What is it?" Gail asked. "Little bitch knows how to give head," Van grunted and snapped a few photos. Gail took a few more shots with the 35mm, mostly from behind. Tiffany's legs were spread wide and Van's perfectly muscled ass was resting on her ample breasts. The wet spot in the silk panties was also very evident and Gail hoped that would come out in the photos. "Now what?" Van asked when Gail took the camera from her. "You just sit tight and enjoy Miss Tiffany Scroggins eating your pussy," she smiled. "Trish, there's a heart shaped key on my key ring, It opens my foot locker." Gail downloaded the images from the digicam again, but she wasn't happy with the ones Van had taken. The girl's big breasts totally obscured Tiffany's features. "Shit," Trish exclaimed. Gail looked up and smiled, blushing as the tall blonde started hauling out sex toys. Gail went to the bed and stood on it, straddling Tiffany's body. From where she was standing she could look down Van's body. "Lean back against my legs, Van," Gail said. When the black girl did so, it gave Gail a wonderful view of Tiffany's face... at least from the nose up. She snapped the picture and Vanessa quietly moaned. "About to cum?" Gail asked. Van merely grunted and leaned back over, forcing her wet pussy tighter to Tiffany's lovely face. Gail jumped off the bed and snapped photos as Van gritted her teeth and came like a bomb. "Fuck!' she shouted. When her hips quit jogging, she started to rise, but Gail stopped her. "One more," she said, remounting the bed. She aimed back down and snapped a shot of Tiffany's face, with Vanessa's muff over it and a second one showing the black girl's sticky juices glistening all over Tiffany's mouth and lips. "Just stay there a minute more," Gail said. She moved around to the foot of the bed and snatched a long pink vibe from Trish's hand. She pulled Tiffany's panties aside and pushed the big vibe into her obviously soaked cunt. Gail had to take Tiff's hand and placed it on the vibe, but once she realized what it was, the girl immediately started to fuck herself with it. Gail snapped the shot of Tiffany fucking herself with a vibe while Vanessa was riding her face. Gail was breathing raggedly and she could feel her own aching nipples and the slickness in her panties. It took an effort of will not to do more and she went to download more pictures as to the computer, more to give herself something to do than because the little camera was full. "All right, grab a beer, Van and let me help you get ready for the next shots. I think Tiffany can take care of herself," Gail said once she got some control over her body and mind back. Both Van and Trisha laughed and Van stumbled to the chair in front of Gail's computer. "Legs feel like rubber," she said almost apologetically. Gail went to the footlocker and took out the strap-on harness and dildo set. She sauntered over and placed them on the desk in front of Vanessa. The dildo was blue and a menacing ten inches long and very thick with a bulbous head. When the black girl looked up, Gail smiled. "I think we have plenty to keep her mouth shut. We can call it quits, or..." "Or what?" Van asked, still eyeing the dildo. "Or, you can make sure she wakes up with a sore pussy or ass or both," Gail grinned. "Fuck yeah! After making me go through all this shit, I wanna fuck her up," Van said excitedly. Gail nodded and stood back, snapping shots as Van donned the harness. The big girl actually smiled as she stroked the fake cock, once it was around her waist. "This is so unfair," Trish said. "What is?' Gail asked. "We sent the boys away, I am fucking dying to get off and Nessa is having all the fun," the tall blonde said, smiling. Gail felt her breath catch in her throat. This couldn't be happening, but apparently it was. She had never condoned drug use, but she had to wonder just what the fuck they put into this one to make people totally loose their inhibitions. "Well," she said carefully, "there's another harness in there if you want to join in... I'm sure Tiffany would love to get double teamed." "Maybe. Right now, I just want to get head from the head cheerleader," Trisha said, giggling at her own bad joke. "Works for me," Gail said as she pointed the camera at Trisha. The tall blonde did a short strip tease that left Gail's panties soaked. Her body was as unbelievable as she had imagined: impossibly long, sleek legs, a perfectly bald pussy with delicately colored lips, flat tummy and those unbelievable tits. Gail though maybe she had died and gone to Dyke Heaven. Trish had to have at least DD tits and they stood our proudly from her chest with beautiful coral colored aureoles and thick nipples. "All right," Gail managed. "Van, put her on her knees and go to town," The black girl needed no more prompting and Gail barely got in two shots before Van ripped the red panties off and tossed them to the floor. She rolled Tiffany over onto her hands and knees and knocked the slick vibe from her hand. "You ain't gonna need that, bitch," she growled. "I owe you for all the nigger comments and now I'm gonna fuck you like no boy ever has," Van said and slapped Tiffany's ass hard. The blonde yelped and looked up, dazedly. Gail started to give more instructions, but it was obvious Van was beyond caring. She took the big dildo in her hand and rubbed it up and down Tiffany's wet slit. The small blonde moaned and pushed back on it. "You want it, you little tramp? Well here, take it!" Van said as she thrust forward brutally. "Owww," Tiffany whined, as the thick dildo sliced into her hot pussy, but Van was oblivious to it. She rammed the dildo in with powerful thrusts of her legs and ass. She wasn't smooth and it took her a few tries before she got the hang of it, but once she did, Gail had to believe Tiffany was in heaven. "You like that, don't you, bitch? That little pussy you been spreading all over campus just needs to be full, so might as well be me fucking your ass senseless. Tell me you love it, you slut," Van grunted and violently thrust into the moaning blonde. Gail ceased to worry about giving direction; she just snapped pictures as fast as she could. When the digicam was showing the low battery light, she took it back to her computer and started to download the images. The rhythmic slap of Van's hips against Tiffany's soft ass was very loud in the small room, as was the string of insults and obscenities Van was muttering. Gail willed the machine to go faster. Once emptied, she put in fresh batteries. From the series of squeaks and whimpers she could tell Tiffany was getting close and she didn't want to miss the orgasm. As fate would have it, she got back to the head of the bed with only a moment to spare, before Tiffany screamed and came. She took shots as quickly as she could and noticed Trish was at the other end of the bed with the 35 mm. Flashes lit the room as it went off in rapid fire. Gail was breathing heavily, but Van showed no sign of letting up, continuing to pound Tiffany's pussy. Trish walked over and handed her the 35mm. "Thought you could use the help," she said in a breathy whisper. "Yeah," Gail managed. The scene on the bed was so hot she was having trouble concentrating. "Can I jump in now?" Trish asked. "Sure," Gail said and managed a smile. Trisha immediately jumped on the bed and knelt in front of Tiffany. She scooted forward, until her knees were almost touching the blonde's shoulders. She took a handful of the girl's hair and pulled her face up. It was contorted with pleasure, her eyes glassy. "Ready to eat some more hot pussy?" Trisha asked in a voice that was soft and kind, compared to Van's insults. When Tiffany nodded, Trisha sat back on her heels and pulled Tiffany's face tightly against her mound. Van knee walked forward a little bit and picked back up, slamming the large dong into Tiffany. Gail was beside herself. The digicam was filling again and she had gone through two whole rolls of film for the 35mm. She wanted to just strip and join the action, but she remembered the reason they were doing this and so began a download on the cam and loaded another roll of film into the camera. She snapped several shots: a close up of the big cock stretching Tiffany's pussy, another close up of the head cheerleader's face buried in Trish's pussy, a wide angle shot or two, to show exactly what was going on, a close up of Trisha's face when she came, and another of Van's. Trish disengaged herself from Tiffany's mouth and stood up. She stretched languidly and smiled at Gail. "Help me into that harness. I think I'll have a go at her," Trisha slurred, her voice still thick with passion. Gail nodded and helped the tall blonde into the harness. She sat on the bed and Gail snapped a few shots. "How do we work this?' Trisha asked. "Well, you can give Van a break, although it doesn't look to me that she is interested in stopping, just now, or you can both do her at once," Gail said. "I'll let Tee take over a while, I need a beer. My legs are cramping," Vanessa said, after pulling out with an obscene popping sound. Gail nodded and snapped more photos as Trisha climbed between Tiffany's legs and placed the head of her cock against the girl's soaking lips. Even though it was larger than the one Vanessa had used, Trisha buried it to the hilt in a single thrust. Tiffany was whimpering and moaning and within a few strokes, she came for the seventh or eighth time since they had started. Trisha took no notice and simply grasped the girl's hips and continued to fuck her with long deep strokes. Where Van had taken a while to get the hang of it, Trisha was either experienced or a natural. Gail couldn't be sure which. "That's right, who's your momma?" Trish said as she smacked the girl's up thrust derriere and laughed. Gail had just taken a shot with the digicam when Van finished her beer. "I'm ready for more," the black girl said. Her eyes were sparkling and Gail could tell she was really getting into this. "Hang on and let Trisha have some fun while I download the cam," Gail said. Van nodded and watched over her shoulder as Tiffany came again and the images appeared on the screen. "All right," Gail said as she stood up. Van was watching her expectantly and Trish momentarily ceased hammering into Tiffany's abused pussy. "Which one of you wants her ass?" Gail asked, smiling wickedly. "I do," Van enthused. "Cool," Gail replied. "Trish, lie on your back and hold your cock up. Van, help Miss Scoggins mount up." Gail snapped picture after picture. Tiffany took a while to realize what was being asked of her, but once she did, she immediately helped and soon was happily riding on Trish's big cock. After a few shots of that, Gail smiled at Van. "All right, just push her over. Trish, hold her tight while Van gets in." Van slid in between Trish's widely splayed legs and used her hand to bring the head of her cock to Tiffany's ass. She just held it there a moment and leaned over, until her mouth was near Tiff's ear. "Ever been butt fucked?" she whispered. "N...n...no," Tiffany stammered. Apparently, the drug was beginning to wear off, because she seemed to be taking in her surroundings a little, now. "Get a close-up of this, Gail. I want it to be preserved for posterity that I took this bitch's backdoor cherry," Van gloated. Gail nodded and moved in close, snapping pictures rapidly as Van pressed her hips forward. "Ohmigod!" Tiffany blurted out as the wide head lewdly stretched open her bowels. She let out an ear piercing scream when the head forced its way in and Gail was glad it was a Saturday night and everyone was out. There were tears in Tiffany's lust glazed eyes and Gail couldn't resist snapping a few photos of her face. "Want me to take it out?" Van taunted. When the little blonde slowly shook her head, the black girl laughed and began to slide the big dildo in and out. The action was hot and Gail only got a few more shots before Tiffany screamed out her orgasm and passed out. Trisha and Van quickly dressed, while Gail downloaded the contents of the cam for the last time. When she was done, they all stared at the cheerleader passed out on Gail's bed. "What do we do now?" Van asked. The long evening of exertion and orgasms apparently were beginning to take their toll on her and she sounded tired. "Put her dress back on and we'll dump her in the lobby," Gail said. "Security passes by every half hour. They'll wake her up and take her back to the sorority house. But leave her panties and bra, I want her wondering who fucked the shit out of her when she wakes up." The three conspirators hastily dressed the head cheerleader and carried her out to the lobby. Once they did, Trish and Van smiled thankfully at Gail and went up to their room on the third floor. Gail returned to her room, which smelled of sex and masturbated for half an hour before sleep overtook her. Long-Distance Runner "See for yourself, sweet thing," the black girl said sarcastically. Tiffany stared daggers at her, but snatched up the envelope and opened it. Half way through the stack of photos she groaned and sank to her knees. "Oh my god," she murmured. Gail actually felt sorry for her there, but that was why Van was running things. They all knew she was too kind for her own good. Gail just wasn't the kind to be able to do this. She watched impassively, as Tiffany gathered herself and stood back up. The look on her face made Gail want to go give her a hug, she looked so shocked and forlorn. "I assume these aren't the originals," she said at last. "Nope, and that's only a few of them," Van said smiling. "What do you want?" "Well, first off, you can use the phone right there to call your old man and have him get his bully boys off my ass. Tell him it was a big mistake and you aren't mad at me, anymore." "And if I don't?" Tiffany said defiantly. Gail could see her weighting her revenge vs. those pictures. She was so vindictive that Gail worried she wouldn't give in. "Well, sugar panties, if you don't, our little secret affair is going to become public knowledge and those pictures of you are going to be all over campus." "Secret affair? What the fuck are you talking about, you black bitch?" Tiffany snarled. "Just this, girlfriend, I'm going to let everyone know I'm bi and that you and I have been carrying on an affair for over a year. My boyfriend has known about it for six months and is cool with it, he would be happy to testify to that. You see, our little tiff on the field, the other day, was because you want me to dump him and stay with you fulltime. When I told you I was not as sure I was gay as you are, you got mad and made a scene." "No one will believe that crap," Tiffany said without conviction. "Take a look at those pictures again, sugar britches. The only thing people are going to wonder about is how you managed to keep it a secret for so long," Van said, smiling evilly. "You wouldn't do that. They would know you're gay too." "Beats prison time, bitch," Van said icily. Tiffany's face was a study in competing emotions: anger, embarrassment, indignation, a healthy dose of fear. In the end, fear won out. She placed the call. The conversation was very short and Gail wondered fleetingly if there had really been anyone else on the other end of that call, but she decided not to say anything. Once she had finished convincing her Dad it had all been a big mistake, she hung up and turned to Van in a defeated tone. "What else?" "You're going to be respectful of me, from now on. You say yes ma'am and no ma'am when I address you," Van said. "Yes, ma'am," Tiffany said icily. It was obvious she could barely contain her rage. "That's better. As far as I am concerned, that's all you have to do to keep those pictures private. Of course I may decide I want some more of your ass, in which case I'll expect you to be at my beck and call," Van said, grinning. "No fucking way!" "Go ahead and hit send, Gail," Van said. Gail looked at her sharply, wondering what she was up to, but just nodded. "Wait! Send what?" Tiffany blurted. "It's a mass email of a video clip of you eating my pussy. You can do it privately and spare yourself the embarrassment, or, if you want to be stubborn, the whole fucking school can watch you licking away. It's up to you," Van said. Tiffany stood frozen, for a moment and then her shoulders drooped, and her head fell to her chest. "You win," she said quietly. "Of course I do, you smug cunt. I always win," Van said. "As far as I am concerned, it's the same," Trish said quietly. "Show me respect and be ready to come give me head whenever I feel like it. Football season is coming and I get so hot while the team is on the road..." Tiffany nodded silently. She looked utterly defeated and despite her hand in it, Gail felt sorry for her. She tried to tell herself Tiffany had it coming, but it didn't make her feel any better about her part in it. "Well, as you can tell from the pics, Trisha and I have already sampled the merchandise, but poor Gail was left out taking pictures. We will leave you two to work it out," Van said. She and Trish both laughed heartily as they exited the room. Once the door closed, Gail went back to her doodling. She was totally uncomfortable. "Are you going to leave me standing here all day?" Tiffany asked sullenly. "As far as I am concerned, you can go. Just make sure Vanessa isn't given any grief." "That's it?" Tiffany asked disbelievingly. "Yeah," Gail said quietly. "You mean you have me over a barrel, and you're willing to just let me walk away? You don't even plan on taking advantage?" "Nope," Gail said. "Because of you, my two best friends now know they are at least bi. I expect sometime during football season, when their men are away on a road trip, I might get invited to one, or even both of their beds. We can call it even." The blonde practically snarled in reply. "What the fuck! Is there something wrong with me? Am I not good enough for you or something?" Gail was taken aback. She had fully expected Tiffany to be relieved and walk away so the girl's words shocked her. "No, I just don't want to have sex with someone who isn't happy to be in my bed," Gail said in confusion. "You're hopeless," Tiffany said, shaking her head and sat heavily, letting her body fall back onto the bed. Gail stared at her a while, but Tiff was just lying on her back, staring at the ceiling. "What do you mean hopeless?" "You really don't have a clue, do you?" Tiffany said as she sat up. When Gail stared blankly, the blonde smiled and shook her head. "What would you say if I told you I know Stew Robbins is as queer as a three dollar bill?" Tiffany said. "But..." "Or that I have never tried F, and didn't have more than five drinks, Saturday night." "I don't understand," Gail said. Her mind was reeling now and she felt totally lost. Something was warning her that this could be a ploy and she wished Vanessa and Trish hadn't left her alone with Tiffany. Try as she might, she couldn't hate the girl, and she was really feeling guilty about what they had done to her. "No, it was I who didn't understand," Tiffany said quietly. When Gail still seemed incapable of grasping what she meant Tiffany stood and picked up the envelope and began leafing through the pictures again. "You're a good photographer, Gail. But really, was that necessary?" she said holding up a close up of the big dildo penetrating her ass. Gail blushed, but said nothing. "My ass is still sore. Vanessa has no couth," Tiffany said with a small grin. Gail was beginning to wonder if this was all a dream. Nothing seemed to be making any sense to her. "I went through a hell of a lot of work to have you turn out to be as sweet as I hoped you would be," Tiffany said, still leafing through the photos. "I'm sorry, but I am totally lost," Gail said. Tiffany laughed and tossed the pictures on the bed. Gail realized it was the first time she had ever heard Tiffany laugh without a sneer in it and it was pretty. "Simply put, I set this up. All of it. I didn't expect to get double teamed by the Bobsey Twins, though. I was hoping you to be the one I ended up in bed with." "So... you weren't drunk?" "Oh, I was pretty sloshed. I don't drink much and if goes straight to my head," Tiffany said, sitting on the edge of the desk. "Why?" Gail asked, finally. "Why? Seems like a simple question, doesn't it? Why indeed," she said in a soft tone. "Well, let's start from the beginning. I'm gay. I've known I was gay since I was eighteen," she said, toying with a stray lock of her hair. "In fact, one of the black house keepers seduced me in my parents' own bed. Hard to believe, eh? I'm a dyke, just like you. Well, maybe not just like you. I'm also the only daughter of an extremely traditional and well respected southern family. My folks would just die if they found out I was gay and had no intention of marrying some suitably well-bred guy and popping out a litter of brats. They are hopelessly old fashioned, hopelessly racist, and bigoted, but they're my folks and I love em, ya know?" "Yeah, I haven't told my folks for the same reason," Gail said quietly. "So, what to do? Lesbians don't exactly grow on trees around here. The few I know for a fact that are gay, are so deep in the closet it would take a tornado to get them out. None of the nice girls I know showed the least bit of interest to my hints and there are always gold diggers to fear, even if I happened to find one." "Then you came along. Openly gay, but quiet, low key, beautiful, and from all I have heard and seen, as sweet as the day is long. We were in freshman comp together; I bet you didn't even realize that." "We were?" "Yes. Mr. Ritigliano's class. I used to sit and stare at you all the time, but you were oblivious. I wish everyone else had been. I started getting a few of those half-joke, half-serious comments from friends. You know the kind, I bet." Gail nodded. She was intimately familiar with them. "Too close for comfort, so I went out of my way to be a bitch to you, afterwards. I really hated myself for doing it, but, after I pledged Chi Omega, I had to keep it up. My sisters are such cunts." "If you don't like it, why do you stay and hang out with them?" "My mom was Chi Omega. I'm expected to be president next year and I will be," she said. She paused then and sighed heavily before continuing. "I live with a large number of expectations and I won't shun them. My parents placed them on me and I can't disappoint them. Right or wrong, I will do my best to be a good daughter." "I still don't have any idea what this has to do with... last night," Gail said. "Well, I hit on it earlier this year, when that big assed Vanessa was always coming to your defense. It wasn't too hard to get her to overreact and once that happened, I figured all my troubles were solved; meet up with them at The Quad, fake taking a couple of tabs and too much to drink, let it slip that I was going to have daddy put her in hot water. I knew about your photography and I figured even a dip-shit like Vanessa would hit on that eventually. But I didn't know you as well as I would have liked to. I didn't count on you being so much more intelligent than the other jocks I have met." "I don't understand. Why all the intrigue? If you wanted to go to bed with me, why didn't you just say so?" Gail asked. "Ah, there we come back to my social position. I can't just walk up to you and say 'Hi, my name is Tiffany and I think you're hot, wanna fuck?' What if you're not as nice as I think? What if you take me to bed and then threaten to tell everyone? Even if no one believes you, I am in deep shit and won't be able to even look at a pretty girl for the rest of my time here. And what if they do believe you? Can I afford to take that risk? How much will one indiscretion cost me, if I decide I can't take that chance? Having a girlfriend is just too dangerous, at least until my folks pass on, but I don't want to sit around like a fucking vulture, waiting for them to die so I can get laid." Gail stared at her. Tiffany pointed questioningly at the small fridge and Gail nodded. After getting a beer and taking a deep draught, Tiffany continued. "So, what to do? Obviously, I can't blackmail you to make sure you keep it quiet. You're out. I didn't know your folks were still in the dark, though I should have suspected. Well, if I can't blackmail you to be sure you will keep it quiet, what then? What if it was in your best interest to keep it quiet? Nice idea, but it took me a long time to come up with a way to insure that. Enter Vanessa, and snap, all the pieces fell into place. As long as jail time is hanging over her head, I know I can count on you to be discreet. It was perfect. I could pretend I hated it, pretend you were forcing me, and be sure you wouldn't tell anyone and at the same time, I would be getting laid on a regular basis. Best laid plans of mice and men, I suppose," Tiffany said with a smile. Gail laughed at the cute self mocking smile on Tiffany's pretty face. "So, what happens? You turn out to be as sweet as I hoped you were. It just never occurred to me that you wouldn't press your advantage. Too sure of my sex-appeal, I suppose. Now I am in a fine kettle of fish. My plan backfired and the one I wanted isn't going to take advantage, while two I never even considered will have me working my poor tongue to exhaustion." Gail laughed out loud then. Tiffany smiled with her and took another swallow of beer. "Don't worry about those two. They are just as embarrassed by all this as you are. I am hoping they decide they really did enjoy it and want to try it again, but if they do, it will be with me or each other. I doubt either of them calls on you to fulfill your obligations." "That's a shame. They were both great fucks," Tiffany said wistfully. "Yeah, they are both beautiful." "Not as pretty as you," Tiffany said. Gail blushed and was unable to think of anything to say. "So, now I am back to square one: alone and horny. What do I have to do?" "I don't know," Gail said. Tiffany smiled and dropped to her knees. She crawled between Gail's legs and gently kissed her inner thigh, sending a shiver of desire through the lithe runner's body. "Would it change your mind if I told you I have had a crush on you for almost two years and it would be the greatest moment in my life if you would take me to bed?" Tiffany asked softly. Her lips traced further up Gail's inner thigh and her fingertips hesitantly pushed Gail's thighs outward. The dark headed girl felt her legs spread without conscious thought. "It might," Gail said. Her voice was a husky whisper and she could feel her desire rising in her chest. Her nipples were suddenly hard and her breathing seemed labored. Tiffany's fingers slipped under the leg of Gail's loose running shorts and the lithe runner shuddered when those gentle fingers traced the outline of her pussy. Tiffany's lips followed, moving closer and closer to Gail's sex and the runner found herself tangling her hands in the cheerleader's hair and gently pulling her closer. Tiffany used her hands to pull the shorts aside and tenderly kissed Gail through her now damp panties. "Gail, I've been dreaming of you fucking me since freshman comp. I'm sorry I went about it this way. I won't apologize for my actions, I have to protect my folks, but I wish I could have done things differently." "Why me? Is it just because I am out?" Gail asked a she raised her hips and Tiffany pulled her shorts down to her ankles. "Nooo," Tiffany said in exasperation. Standing quickly and throwing her hands into the air. "Then what?" "You're a fox. On top of that, you are so sweet and shy, but I think you would be a tiger in bed. You're the one I want because you're you. It probably started because I knew you were available, but it has gone so far beyond that." "So, what do you want to do?" Gail asked. She was embarrassed to be sitting there with her shorts around her ankles, but even as she wanted to pull them up she wanted more to pull her panties off and get Tiffany's blonde head between her legs again. "Well, if it isn't too much trouble, I'd like to see the videos," Tiffany said, smiling. Gail laughed and stepped out of her shorts. She went to her footlocker to retrieve the videos. While she was busy, Tiffany wiggled out of her tight jeans. She wore only a tiny white thong, which she also stepped out of, before poking around in Gail's small bookshelf, where she kept her meager supply of snacks. "Popcorn?" Tiffany asked. Gail was frozen in place, staring at the girl's soft ass and had to will herself to reply. "Sure," Gail stuttered, still smiling like an idiot. She looked at the three tapes and called out "What angle do you want?" "Which one is the hottest?" Tiffany asked. "They're all hot," Gail said with conviction. "Whichever. I'm sure you have seen them all, so you won't mind not watching." "Why won't I be watching?' Gail asked with a silly grin plastered on her face. "Because you're going to be eating my pussy, if I'm lucky," Tiff said as she took a seat on the bed and spread her creamy thighs wide. She looked a little nervous and Gail realized Tiff wasn't as confident a she seemed. Knowing she was just as unsure as Gail was made her seem even more vulnerable and desirable. "I think I can live with that," the long-distance runner said, with a huge grin.