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Derby Ch. 01

By: wantsomefun1951



"It's strange being on your own," Derby thought. "I could hardly wait to get away from home, away from my asshole parents, my stupid cunt sisters, and my fat shithead brother. Now I'm here. Now what?"

Derby was surrounded by a mess of boxes and suitcases in the stark dorm room. Anxious to see what the next four years would bring, he had managed to get his family to bring him to campus as soon as the dorms opened up. He had had several motivations. First, he wanted dibs on what he would decide was the better side of the room. He had exchanged correspondence with his new roommate and had already decided that the kid was a dweeb. Derby had been somewhat bullied by his siblings at home, but being the baby of the family, he had been both pampered and dominated by his parents. He wanted to be something he had never been before, now that he was away at college: free. More than that: independent. Maybe even more than that, since he knew he was going to have to deal with people in close quarters the entire time he was here. In fact, he knew the role he wanted to adopt: dominant.

Yes, that would be nice. Getting to campus early might give him an advantage, he thought. He could choose his space, mark his territory, so to speak. It was a small victory, granted. Having pegged his new roommate, accurately he hoped, as being even more sheltered and socially awkward than he was himself, Derby celebrated his moral victory in a battle of dominance won without more than a pre-emptive strike. If the roommate, Martin, turned out to be OK, he would let Martin be his pal. If, as Derby suspected, Martin turned out to be an asshole, Derby would make the choice in his own time whether he would ignore him, dominate and use him, or drive him away.

Another motivation for getting to campus early was to explore the physical plant. Derby liked being familiar with his surroundings. Obviously, the returning upperclassmen would already know the best places for everything. When they got there, they would take over their old haunts. They would occupy what they thought were the best tables in the dining hall. They would use the best shower heads in the gang washroom in the dorm. They would know which lounge sofas were the best for watching TV, which were best for watching girls, maybe even which ones gave the most privacy if the opportunity arose to get some random chick to give them head. Derby understood the concept of pecking order. Having been the youngest of four kids, but the first to actually move out of the house, he knew more than he wanted to about pecking order, thank you very much. At least, being one of the first freshmen on campus, he could hope to establish himself at the top of the bottom of the pecking order. He knew he wouldn't be able to unseat the upperclassmen at first. He wasn't that naive. But, when the good stuff was taken away, he hoped to be the freshman who could claim the best of the rest.

The last reason to get to campus before the rest of his incoming classmates was simple. He wanted to scope out the chicks. If he worked it right, he would start filling his little black book and, if the fates smiled on him, his bed, with the pick of the litter. Derby was, after all, a good-looking boy. He knew it. He wasn't overly vain about his looks, but good genes were a family heritage that he embraced. Derby was one of those guys who, at the age of nineteen, looked like a model from GQ. He was long, lean, mature-looking for his age. He had naturally good hair with enough body to be interesting, but enough manners to be easy to tame. People sometimes thought he highlighted it, which he would never have done, but there were several interesting shades of brown and gold scattered amongst his locks, and, depending on the light, red highlights. Even though Derby didn't spend much time in the sun, his skin had an attractive, slightly tan tone to it, just dark enough to make his ice-blue eyes riveting. He had been blessed with a strong chin (Dad's Dad), high cheekbones, (Mom's Mom), a straight, bold, but handsomely proportioned nose (Dad), full, almost pouty lips, (dear old smokin' hot but impossibly stupid Mom), and naturally perfect and blindingly white teeth (which seemed to be shared by every family member he had ever met).

Derby's physique was good enough to be attractive, without being the kind that tempted him to go for the posing trunks and baby oil. He didn't even really work at it that much; he was just blessed. After all, how bad can you look when you're 6'2" tall, 205 lbs., with less than 4% body fat? He wasn't really all that muscled, although he certainly had nice definition. In fact, the largest and best developed muscle he had was never seen in public. He had measured it once, though, just for fun. He never spoke of it, but he knew that 8 inches with a diameter of nearly 2 inches was enough to put him in the higher percentile rankings.

Derby planned to exercise this muscle a lot. It was time to examine the freshman girls.

After dressing in a well-fitting tank top and cargo shorts, Derby strolled over to the student union. There were a few girls there, but none that he decided to put on his short list of girls he wanted to fuck. It wasn't that he didn't see any pretty girls. Some of them had very attractive faces, some had delicious-looking asses, some were dressed to display their full, firm, perky boobs, some had great legs, but none of the really hot ones had the characteristic Derby was looking for: an air of vulnerability.

That was a problem, because Derby now subscribed to the doctrine of the three F's – Find them, Fuck them, and Forget them. Derby wanted girls he could sweep off their feet, pound silly, and dump. The last thing he needed was a girl who had enough self-esteem to stand up for herself or to offer him a challenge when he decided to seduce them. Derby wasn't a rapist, and had no plans to become one, but he wanted girls who were insecure enough and naive enough to allow him to sweet-talk them into bed quickly and who also were too insecure to attempt to hold onto him when he wanted to move on.

Maybe he would do better hanging out watching the incoming freshman girls arriving at their dorms. He would have to deal with their parents, but making a good impression on adults was something he could easily do. He knew that the kind of girl he was looking for might gravitate toward him if she thought his parents liked him, and he might actually learn something about these girls if he could see how they interacted with their folks, especially their fathers. If they were meek and subservient, they may be easy pickings. Surely there would be a few good-looking ones who still had the innocence, submissiveness, and insecurity required for his purposes.

It took him only about two hours to get four girls' names, phone numbers, and dorm addresses. All four were eighteen years old, cute, with nice figures. All four were very shy. All four seemed insecure and a little overwhelmed by the prospect of being on their own, away from Mommy and Daddy for the first time. All four seemed to have been completely dominated by their parents. And all four had already begun to succumb to his charm, because Derby could work fast when he needed to. Perfect.

These girls lived on different dorm floors, so they were unlikely to befriend each other too quickly. That was important, because he didn't want them to compare notes before he got as many of them in his bed as possible. Like a predatory carnivore, Derby understood the importance of separating a weak specimen from the herd to make the pursuit and possession of his prey as easy and quick as possible.

Christy was fair-skinned, with slightly wavy blond hair that almost reached her shoulder blades, about 5'4" and roughly 105 lbs. Even though she was pretty slender, Derby guessed she had B-cup breasts, and he had seen how nicely shaped her legs were, even though they were covered in tight, ass-hugging jeans. She had large blue eyes, a cute nose, and full, but not over-sized lips. She was quiet and reticent, but she favored Derby with several quiet smiles. He could tell she liked what she saw when she looked at him. It might be pretty easy to get in her pants

Melissa was a redhead, maybe 5'9" and, Derby guessed, about 140 lbs. She had full, high breasts, legs that just didn't quit, a nice ass, and a surprisingly small waist. This hourglass figure was topped by a head of long, thick, wavy, fiery hair. She had shockingly green eyes and a pretty but shy face. She had a slightly haunted look, which, to Derby, screamed insecurity. She looked like very easy pickings.

Josie was Hispanic, with lush, almost black hair. Her 5'6" frame sported big boobs, a bit of a bubble-butt, but no extra fat. Her black eyes could have burned a hole through a guy, but she kept them down-cast, looking scared of her own shadow. Her father seemed pretty tyrannical, and her mother, a very pretty woman in her own right, seemed as intimidated by him as Josie was. It should be easy to manipulate this girl.

Anna was a tiny Asian doll, Japanese, if Derby guessed right. She was extremely petite, and Derby had had to ask her twice to be sure she was eighteen. She looked much younger, considering she was only about 5' tall, with tiny breasts, an extremely small waist, and very trim hips and ass. Derby thought it might be fun to fuck a chick who was legal, but looked way underage. She was quiet, reserved, shy, and old-school Asian subservient, which Derby thought would make her easy to use for his needs.

Since he had worked quickly, he hadn't learned much about any of these girls. It didn't really matter that much to him. After all, he wasn't looking for relationships; he was looking for sex partners. They would be disposable.

Derby hadn't always thought this way. He had had the usual succession of girlfriends throughout middle school and high school. Some of the relationships had been fairly casual, and some had been more serious. Several had involved sex. The last relationship was the one that changed him.

He and his girlfriend, Megan, had been together throughout senior year in high school, although they had been friends for years before that. Their relationship had become physical after only a few dates. The sex was wonderful. Megan was an enthusiastic, inventive, and appreciative partner. She loved both tender and athletic, almost rough, sex. She enjoyed both giving and receiving oral pleasure, she was multi-orgasmic, and she taught him new positions. She liked to find new places to have sex, and she was beautiful, smart, and funny. She was everything he wanted. The only problem was that she was not faithful.

Derby's parents had thrown a graduation party for him and his crowd at the house. There had been about two dozen kids there. Because his folks allowed alcohol, everyone was required to spend the night. Derby's family had a huge recreation room in the basement, which was where the party was held. At 2am, his folks closed the "bar," removed all the alcohol (what little was left), cleared up the left-over food, and helped the kids push all the furniture against the walls so they would have room to crash on the carpeted floor, sleeping off the effects of the party.

For some reason, Derby woke up after everyone had been asleep for a while. He realized that Megan was no longer sleeping next to him. Concerned that she may have been ill, he started looking for her. He found her in the second-floor guest room, in bed, naked, with his equally naked best friend, Joe. The two used condoms on the floor made it pretty difficult for them to deny what had been happening.

Nobody took Derby's suicide attempt seriously, not even his parents. When they spoke of it, which was seldom, they referred to it as his "accident." Nobody except Megan and Joe knew what had thrown him into a tail-spin, and they didn't seem to care. His family tried to gloss it over and to make his upset go away by pampering him, which he resented. He was in a very dark place for a while. He got a shitty job working in a warehouse, refusing to go to the college that had accepted him, withdrawing from everyone while he brooded. Those black days lasted for almost a year. He spoke to no one he didn't absolutely have to, working quietly on his grief and pain.

He was better now, he believed. He knew he needed to go to college, to move on with his life. He decided to re-join the world, but on his terms. He made up his mind that it would be wise for him to trust no one, to avoid being hurt. He also decided that, since Megan would not pay him back for his suffering, other women would have to do that. Derby taught himself how to fake "good" to get his family off his back, and he was going to use those same skills to get his satisfaction from women. If there was a tinge of revenge involved, so be it.

Walking across campus after lunch, Derby saw that many of the minivans and SUV's, the vehicles of choice for parents bringing their kids to college, had departed. It was getting closer to the time when he could start his pursuit of what for him was going to pass as happiness.

The first girl he decided to bed was Christy. The fact that she reminded him, physically, of Megan helped him to make his choice, and her apparent attraction to him sealed the deal. He went to her room and knocked on her door.

Christy opened the door. She had showered and changed since he last saw her, and she looked really good standing there in cut-off jean shorts and a t-shirt, even though her hair was still damp. Her pretty feet were bare, she wore no make-up, and, it appeared, no bra. "Hi," she said, smiling up at him. "Thanks for helping us carry my stuff up here earlier. Do you want to come in?"

"Thanks, Christy, that would be great," Derby said, walking by her into the room. "How's the unpacking going?"

"Don't ask," Christy laughed. "I still have some boxes to go, but at least I found my shampoo and some clothes. I'm not sure I feel like doing much more today. Do you have your room set up?"

"Enough for now," Derby said. "Enough that I thought I'd like to take another look around campus to get myself better oriented. Have you had the chance to run around yet?"

"No," Christy answered. "I don't really have any idea where anything is."

"I walked around some of it earlier. How about if we explore together?" Derby said.

"Sure, I'd like that, if you're willing to wait until I dry my hair."

Derby smiled at her. "Can you put me to work with something while you do that? I see your PC sitting there, but nothing's hooked up. Want me to set it up for you?"

"Do you know how to do that? That'd be great. My Dad was going to do it before he left, but I guess he forgot. I'm pretty technologically challenged," Christy said, giving him a shy grin.

"No problem. I'll have you connected and running in no time. You just go and make yourself even prettier than you are already, if that's possible," Derby said, using his most charming smile. He noted with satisfaction that Christy had smiled at his compliment. He also thought he could see a slight hardening of her nipples under her t-shirt. Good sign. This one might be easy.

Christy left for the bathroom with her dryer and supplies, leaving Derby alone in her room. He quickly set up her PC. While waiting for it to boot up and connect to the internet, he decided to snoop. He quickly found her lingerie drawer and confirmed his earlier assessment: 34B. He also learned that she had a nice collection of translucent boy-short panties, bikinis, and thongs. He wondered what she was wearing right now.

Finding her laundry bag, he fished out the single pair of soiled panties, which she had undoubtedly worn earlier today while moving in. They were slightly damp with sweat and girl odor, and they smelled heavenly when he buried his face in them. Although he was pressing his luck in terms of time, he still rummaged around in the rest of her things until he found her pack of birth control pills. Good. That took care of one problem. It would make it easier to get her to let him cum in her. It wasn't that he cared about knocking her up, but pregnancy would certainly complicate things when he dumped her.

By the time Christy got back to her room, Derby was innocently sitting in front of her PC, playing solitaire. He had worked fast, making sure that everything he had touched looked un-disturbed.

"Are you ready to see the sights?" Derby said brightly, his best fake charming smile painted on his face.

"Will you be my tour guide?" Christy asked, returning the smile with a genuine, but slightly shy one of her own. She dumped her dryer and cosmetics on her dresser and slipped on a pair of sandals.

"I would be honored, dear lady," Derby said, bowing slightly, then offering her his arm as though escorting her into a formal gathering.

Christy giggled and took his arm. He thrilled at her touch. He wondered how much bullshit he would have to go through to get her to touch him the way he wanted her to. He wasn't prepared to waste too much time and effort on getting in her pants, and he hoped he wouldn't have to. She was cute, although not quite hot, in his opinion. She was also insecure, he believed. He had caught her looking at him this afternoon and in her room in a way he thought may mean she was lonely and scared enough to possibly hook up with him. After all, he was a good-looking guy. She ought to be willing to put out in order to land a handsome boyfriend early in the semester.

Together, they walked out of the dorm, Derby having guided them to a door he guessed would be less likely to be used by the other girls on his list. It was a large campus and a large dorm, but he knew he should use caution when possible.

As they walked, they talked about themselves. Derby knew that elaborate lies could be a trap that he could get caught in, so he kept most of the information he gave her truthful. He even told her the whole truth about his senior year with his ex-girlfriend Megan, including the event that caused their break-up. He figured that getting a girl's sympathy was a good way to get her to open up to him – with both her heart and her legs. He conveniently forgot to tell her about the depth of his depression after losing Megan, or the way it had hardened his own heart.

Christy was soon telling Derby more about herself than she had planned to. He was so easy to talk to, and his sexy eyes seemed to fix on hers whenever she spoke. He seemed very interested in everything she had to say. Although at first he had seemed a little intimidating, especially with the way he stared at her, she decided that her initial unrest had been caused by her own insecurities, rather than by anything "dark" or "off" about him.

She even told him all about her senior year boyfriend, who had gone to a college two thousand miles away. He had agreed with her that a long distance romance was impractical, and they had broken up amicably. Without actually saying it, she realized that she had clearly implied that, first, she was not a virgin, and second, she was available. "Wow," Christy thought. "I didn't mean to do that. I'm embarrassed that I've let him know that stuff considering we just met. Oh, well, he's being so completely honest with me. Besides, he's really cute."

They found themselves off-campus at a little cafe. Derby held a chair for her at a little table outside, then went in and got ice cream and sodas for them. When he came back, he sat close to her.

Derby was carefully calculating his moves. He wanted to tear her clothes off, feast on those nipples that were tantalizing him under that t-shirt, and then fuck her throat. He wanted to lick her pussy to savor more of that taste and smell he had enjoyed earlier with her soiled panties, and then cram his cock in her and make her scream with pleasure. If there was some pain, if he was too big for her, so be it. A girl had hurt him terribly. Another girl was going to have to start to pay him back.


Derby Ch. 01



When they were finished with their treats, the sun had set. Derby led her away from the cafe, holding her hand. They walked back onto the campus through the lawns, avoiding the concrete paths. He knew where he was going. He steered them to a place that would be a perfect setting to move his plans along for the evening.

"Where are we going, Derby?" Christy asked.

"To a place I found earlier today when I was walking around. It looked so good in the daylight, I wanted to see how it would look with the light of the moon. It's not as pretty as you, but you should be able to dress it up nicely."

They had entered an area behind one of the old buildings of the original campus. The area was paved with ancient, cracked flagstones. Vines covered the back wall of the building on one side, and trees and ornamental bushes nearly enclosed the area. The center was dominated by an old stone fountain, and stone benches were arranged around it. It was fragrant with late-blooming flowers, quiet, private, and softly lit by moonlight. In other words, it was the perfect place for a young couple to go. Christy imagined that some young men had proposed marriage to their beloveds here. Derby thought he might join the ranks of young men before him who had first gotten lucky with a new girl in this intimate setting.

Derby and Christy sat on one of the benches. He held her hand in silence. She noticed how the moon lit his handsome face. The romantic feel of the place nearly overwhelmed her. Christy felt a powerful urge to kiss this young man, but waited, feeling it would be proper to wait for him to make the first move. But he just sat there, staring at the moon, holding her hand, almost too tightly.

Christy stayed silent, looking at his profile. Derby's silence was not unsettling, but she found herself wishing she knew what he was thinking. She suddenly became aware of a trail of sensation coming from her hand, clasped tightly in his. Puzzled at first, she realized that the part of the trail that led to her heart could be the beginnings of real affection for this handsome, brooding hunk, and then she discovered that she was feeling sensations elsewhere. Her pussy was becoming noticeably moist.

"Derby?" she whispered. No response. "Derby? What are you thinking?"

Derby suppressed the cruel smile that threatened to show itself. He knew his act was working. He drew a deep breath, and then let out a long sigh, marshaling his reserves to carry him into the next stage. Deep inside, he was smug when he realized that he had managed to force tears to form in his eyes.

Slowly, he lowered his gaze from the moon and turned toward her, allowing the tears to spill onto his cheeks. Feigning embarrassment, he quickly wiped the tears away with his free hand.

"Derby, what's wrong?"

"Nothing, anymore. After Megan, I had decided that maybe I was just not the kind of guy who could ever talk to a beautiful girl again, let alone feel anything for one. I assumed I would be alone for a long time. And yet, here you are. I guess I should feel ashamed to cry in front of a girl I just met, but I'm not. Those were tears of happiness. You're so easy to talk to. I feel I can be myself around you. I'm safe with you. I'm happy I found you."

Now it was Christy's turn to feel like crying with joy. No one had ever said anything quite like that to her before. Abruptly, she came to the realization that she wanted Derby. She wanted to kiss him, to hold him. She wanted him to make love to her.

She could hardly hold back when she felt that he was moving in for their first kiss. She was prepared for a passionate, full-on kiss; she wanted it. But what she got pleased her even more.

Derby kissed her waiting mouth gently, tenderly, ever so lightly. He held the kiss for only a second or two and then pulled back slightly. He looked deep into her eyes. Her desire for him caused her to mistake the deep stare of his icy blue eyes for love, instead of the cold, calculating lust Derby was actually feeling.

Slowly, carefully, Derby kissed her lips again. Then he kissed her cheeks, one after another. He reached for her, deliberately using a light, comforting touch. In as reassuring a way as he could manage, he pulled her to him in a tender-seeming embrace. She responded by melting into his arms. He could feel her hard nipples against him. This was working very well, but he had to be careful. He wanted her to believe that she was the aggressor, that whatever happened was, at least in part, her idea. He was pretty sure he would be able to fuck her before the night was through, but he didn't want to rush things and scare her away.

As they embraced, Derby whispered in her ear, "May I touch your hair?"

"Please," she said, almost gasping.

Derby gently ran his fingers through her hair, caressing her head and neck. He scooped up a few locks and nuzzled them with his nose, breathing audibly. He had to admit to himself, her hair smelled very good. He wondered if there was hair elsewhere on her body that was just as blond, and speculated on how good that might smell. By this time, he was fairly sure he would find out before the night was through.

When Derby combed her hair off her neck with his fingertips and began to plant feathery kisses behind her ear, Christy felt herself shudder. She had only had sex with one other boy besides the boyfriend she had had senior year in high school, and neither of them had made her feel like this. Her arousal was becoming more and more intense, and somehow, she felt that she was falling in love with this young man she had just met.

By this time, Derby had covered the one side of her neck with tiny butterfly kisses and was going to work on her throat. He was moving slowly, in a carefully calculated plan to seduce her, but she perceived it as tenderness, almost reticence. She felt he was worshiping her delicate skin, and she was becoming hungry for more. She wanted to give him permission to proceed. She wanted him.

With her fingertips, Christy touched Derby's cheek. He paused, pulled back, and looked at her, a question in his eyes. She answered it by pulling his face to hers and kissing his lips. Lightly at first, but then with increasing pressure and urgency, she kissed him. Deciding that she needed to move things along, she parted her lips slightly, darting the tip of her tongue out to touch his lips. He barely opened his mouth, and she entered it with her tongue, seeking his.

Using both hands, she embraced his strong neck. Their kiss deepened. She felt his hands tighten a bit around her shoulders. She needed more. Lowering her one hand, she began to lightly stroke his back. She shifted her weight to lean in more closely against him, knowing he should be able to feel the firmness of her small breasts against his chest. The movement was not lost on Derby, and he had to fight the impulse to smile. This was going well.

When they finally broke their kiss, he examined Christy's face closely. He could see the arousal in her, could hear her slightly labored breathing. He fancied he could even sense a hint of her musk in the air. Oh yeah, she was going to be easy. He was definitely going to fuck her, and she was going to want it. In fact, he might not have to do much more work to get her to decide that she was seducing him.

"Derby, why are you staring at me?" Christy asked.

"I'm trying to figure out why I'm so lucky to be able to kiss such a beautiful, desirable woman. The moment I saw you this afternoon, I knew I wanted to get to know you. You are a woman any man would be crazy not to want to spend time with. But I never thought I would be able to kiss you," Derby said.

"I want to kiss you again, Derby, but I don't want anyone to see us out here. Let's go back to my room. My roommate isn't going to get here until tomorrow morning, so we can talk and kiss some more. Would you like that?"

"Very much Christy. Very much."

They walked, hand in hand, back toward Christy's dorm. A few times, when she was sure no one was looking, Christy would stop and pull Derby to her for another kiss. They walked the last block or so with their arms around each others waists. By this time, Christy wanted to feel Derby's hand on her ass, but he seemed too shy and unsure of himself. She decided she would have to take control of the situation.

She unlocked her door and they walked inside. She locked the door behind them, and turned on the small light on her desk. She pulled him over to her bed and had him sit down next to her. They began to kiss, and again, Christy felt she needed to lead. She made her kisses more passionate, deeper, longer, holding him tighter. He responded well, she thought, but he seemed to hesitate a little.

Finally, Christy pulled back. "Derby, do you like me?"

"Yes, Christy, I think I do."

"Do you find me attractive?"

"I think you're beautiful. Your face, your hair, your eyes, your lips,..."

She interrupted him. "What about the rest of me?"

Derby looked at her, seeming uncertain of what she was asking.

"What about my breasts?" she whispered. She took Derby's hands in hers and placed them on her chest. Her nipples were as hard as she could ever remember them having been, and the feel of his fingers on them through her t-shirt made her feel new moisture seep into her panties.

"Amazing," Derby said softly. He struggled to resist the urge to rip her shirt off and twist her nipples.

"Your touch is so gentle, Derby. That feels so good. Please, take my shirt off. I need to feel your hands on me."

"Are you sure, Christy?"

"God yes, Derby. I'm sure. I'm damn sure." She pulled Derby's shirt off over his head, then quickly removed her own. She replaced his hands on her breasts and kissed him hard.

It was Derby's turn to take control. He knew he had her now. Tomorrow when she woke up, Christy would remember that she had wanted this. Since he knew his orgasm with her would be more intense if she were a well-aroused and active participant, he didn't mind taking the time to pretend to make love to her. He did like foreplay with a pretty girl, especially if he could get her involved enough in the process to make her want to do good things to him. It was all right with him if Christy got off. In fact, he hoped she would, since he knew she would then do everything she knew to reward him. He still wasn't going to respect her in the morning.

He returned her kiss hungrily. Her breasts felt good in his hands. They were firm, a little smaller than his ideal, but beautifully shaped, with small, slightly puffy areolas in a pretty shade of pink topped with extremely erect, perfect nipples.

Derby forced himself to remember how to make gentle love to a breast, resisting the dark urge inside him to hurt her. It helped that these breasts were a little different than Megan's had been. Christy's breasts seemed more delicate, more virginal somehow, and his instincts told him that she would want them to be treated with care and reverence. He guessed she wouldn't like the rough, vigorous sex he felt he needed, at least not until he got her good and warmed up. He tuned up his sensitivity, concentrating on her body language to see how far and how fast he could push her.

It wasn't really that Derby liked only forceful, athletic sex, but if he could get her to ride him like a rodeo performer, that would be good. He had done the sweetness and light routine often enough with Megan, and that was fine with a girl he had loved. Now, he really wanted something different. He wanted a hot, nasty fuck, but he'd settle for "nice" if that was all that was available.

As he fondled her breasts, skillfully stimulating her nipples with his fingertips, he decided to let her continue to lead for a while. When he reclined on her bed on his back, she followed him down, lying on her side, partially on top of him, giving him continued access to her chest. She leaned in and kissed him again, hard, seeking his tongue with hers, gripping his shoulder firmly with one delicate hand. So far, so good.

Never breaking mouth contact with him, she began to stoke his chest with that hand. He continued his manipulations of her breast flesh with one hand, and began to gently rub the smooth skin of her naked back with the other. He noted with satisfaction that her hand moved southward across his chest and firm abs as he extended his strokes down her back toward her ass.

Christy loved his touch. He was being so gentle with her, and it made her trust him even more. She was not used to being so forward, but she was feeling pretty horny by this time, and Derby was pretty much forcing her to take the lead. He was a gentleman, and, apparently, a little shy. Then it hit her. This poor, sweet man was afraid of being hurt. That bitch Megan had hurt him terribly, and now he was afraid of letting himself go with another girl. Christy suddenly felt she understood. She decided it was her responsibility to make him feel good.

She moved farther on top of him. That way, she could let him feel the warmth of her crotch against his leg, and she could feel his growing hardness against her thigh. It allowed him easy access to caress her ass, which she really wanted, and made it possible for her to really push the issue of deep, sexual kissing.

Derby knew what she was doing, and it was exactly what he had hoped for. He continued rubbing her back, sometimes lightly, sometimes firmly, with ever-longer strokes. When he finally got to the waistband of her shorts, he paused for a moment, tracing a line on her skin with the tip of his index finger against the edge of the denim. After a second, he got the reaction he was looking for. He felt her tighten her leg and butt muscles to more firmly push her sex against his thigh at the same time as she renewed her assault on his mouth.

He eased his hand into the gap between the denim and her skin at the small of her back and began to explore and fondle her ass. Nice. A thong. He wondered if she liked to be spanked, but decided to wait a while to find out. He knew he would have to guard against the urge to hit too hard, to avoid crossing that line between spanking and beating.

Christy loved the feel of Derby's hand on her skin. She was glad that she had chosen to wear a thong tonight. This was one of her favorites. She remembered having posed for herself in the bathroom earlier, admiring how the pink color of it matched the color of her areolas and how its flimsiness showed the shape of her lips. She hoped Derby would like it, and she knew by now it would be transparent, considering how wet it was.

Progress had stalled again. Sure, they were making out furiously, and Christy was aware that she was lightly humping Derby's leg, but she wanted more. He felt big against her thigh. It was time to learn more about him.

Making sure that Derby wouldn't lose contact with her ass, Christy rolled slightly to her side to give her hand room to move. First, she touched Derby's hip. Then, she ran her hand down the front of his thigh to the bottom of his shorts. His leg felt strong, firm, hairy, and masculine. With a firm touch, Christy inched her hand upward again. In less time than she expected, she felt the tip of his cock. Damn, he did feel big!

Derby shuddered slightly when he first felt her hand grasp his manhood through his clothes. He made a little gasping sound, which he knew she would like. He didn't have to work too hard at that one, since it did feel really good.

Christy heard him and smiled to herself. Rubbing his length more firmly through his clothes, she decided that he was a lot more well-endowed than the other two guys she had been with. She knew he liked her touch, but still, he wasn't stepping up the game. Poor boy, she thought. Poor sweet, injured, fragile boy. She was going to make him feel better. Better about himself. She was going to make him feel really good.

When she opened his shorts and worked her hand inside, she was well-pleased with what she found. He was not yet fully hard, so she had little trouble in freeing him from the confines of his clothes. She bent him upward and ran a single finger up the underside of his shaft. When she got to his most sensitive spot, she found a drop of his clear, slippery fluid that had leaked down to it. She used that to moisten the head.

Derby pulled Christy to him and moved her up so her chest was at his face. She knew what he wanted. She wanted it too, so she positioned herself so he could taste her breasts. The first touch of his tongue to her nipple made her moan.

He was kneading her ass firmly now, exploring it, enjoying the feel of the firm flesh in his hand. He sucked gently on the nipple that had been offered to him, and Christy began to stroke him. Their kisses became even more urgent.

Suddenly, Derby rolled Christy on to her back. He undid her shorts and worked them off her legs, throwing them onto the floor. It was as they both had suspected – her tiny pink thong was soaked. He leaned in to kiss her briefly on her belly, teasing her navel with his tongue, and then removed the last scrap of fabric to reveal her completely to his view. Another question answered. She was a natural blond, the hair neatly trimmed, baby fine, beautifully decorating her small pussy. Oh yeah, this one was really worth fucking. Twice, if he liked it well enough.

She spread her legs slowly, her firm little breasts heaving with her breath. For an instant, she felt shy and a little apprehensive with him, but when she saw the look of longing in his eyes, the same as she felt, she whispered, "Make love to me. Please. Make love to me."

"Not yet," Derby answered. "I want to taste you."

He lowered his face to her, extending his tongue. From her pink rosebud to her clit, he took one long, slow, deliberate lick. Then he lifted his head and stared at her.

Christy looked back, lust and need in her eyes. Barely audible, she said, "Do that again, please."

Derby complied. He didn't mind. She tasted good, so his ministrations to her sex were unrelenting. He was a machine. Christy had been eaten out before, but not like this. She hadn't imagined that anyone could stimulate her so well. His tongue, his lips, his fingers, even his teeth, all were bringing her more pleasure than she had ever felt before. This boy was amazing. She had never dreamed that there were so many different parts of her pelvic region that could be made to feel wonderful in so many different ways.

Christy didn't really like giving head. She had done it before, but it didn't do much for her. She knew of some girls who claimed to like it, and a few even said that giving a blowjob had almost made them cum themselves. She couldn't imagine that. Her old boyfriend used to beg her all the time to suck his cock, and she sometimes had, but she had always finished him with a handjob or by having him cum in her pussy. She had always felt a little guilty when her boyfriend went down on her, since she had liked what he had done. Still, her dislike of giving oral sex had always been great enough that she had had trouble reciprocating. This time was different. When she regained some of her senses after her third orgasm, she was ready to give the blowjob of her life.

She struggled, exhausted, to push herself up on her elbows. "Derby, that's enough. My God, that's enough. It's your turn now. I want to make you feel good."

Derby crawled up in the bed and lay on his back, his cock throbbing noticeably. He gave her a warm loving smile as he thought to himself, "About fucking time! Now it's about me."

Christy knew the basics, of course. But she wanted this to be much more than just a basic blowjob. She felt obligated to repay Derby for the pleasure he had given her. She wanted to give him the pleasure that he so richly deserved, having been without a woman for over a year while recovering from the pain Megan had caused him. Plus, she needed to demonstrate her growing love for him. The feel of his large cock in her hand had turned her on, and the phenomenal orgasms he had given her had shown her how much he cared for her. Relying on her instincts and her lust, she began.




Derby Ch. 01



She touched his penis gently, using just the tips of her fingers to make long, slow strokes on the underside of his shaft. Every time her fingers reached the edge of his helmet, his cock jumped from where it lay on his belly, pointing toward his chin. She lowered herself to him, making sure to brush her hair away from her face so he could watch her take him into her mouth. She stuck out her tongue and positioned herself so that the tip of it would brush the head of his cock when it jumped.

Every time she made contact, she got a new taste of his pre-cum. It tasted good to her, exciting a need she had never felt before. Once, twice, three times, twenty times, she made his cockhead rise to her waiting tongue. Finally, it became too much for her. She wanted more, and she needed to give him more.

Christy looked at Derby as she lightly licked the tip of his twitching manhood. She smiled when she saw the look on his face. He looked pleased, and that pleased her. She wanted to do well for her man.

She wrapped her one hand around the base of his cock, noting that her fingers could not quite encircle it. She held it up straight, opened her mouth, and took the head inside. Tightening her lips around the base of his helmet, she worked a few inches of his length slowly in and out of her mouth, bathing it with her tongue, and sucking with her cheeks. She wanted to make him cum for her. She wanted to drink from him.

"I want you to cum for me, baby," Christy said. "I need to feel you shoot in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. What do you need me to do to make you cum really hard?"

Derby was smiling inside. He wanted to ram his cock down her throat and cum straight into her stomach, but he knew that would be too much for her. After all, he wanted to fuck her. To use her. But a blowjob was good. He could tell she was not very experienced, and he liked the fact that he was ruining her innocence. Still, he would only feel completely successful in owning her if he fucked her, and he couldn't ruin his chances.

He said, "Honey, you're amazing. You're so beautiful. Just do more of what you're doing."

Christy loved his compliments. She wanted him to love her, as she was beginning to love him. So she sucked him more. Deeper. Harder. And a little faster.

Christy lost herself completely in the act of making oral love to his cock. For the first time, she wanted a man to cum in her mouth. For the first time, the act of performing oral sex was making her hot, wet, even more needful than she had already been. As she worked on him, she began to work on herself. She penetrated herself with two fingers, rubbing her clit with her thumb, all in rhythm with the bobbing of her head on his love muscle.

She felt him growing in her mouth. His flesh was hot on her tongue. His taste became her whole world. As his hips began to thrust, she sucked him harder, more urgently. Her own hand on her own sex became a blur. She was going to cum with him, and it was going to be very, very good.

When she felt the first spurt of his seed slam into her throat, she began to swallow, and she herself began to cum. Hard. He came a lot, rope after rope of delicious cream. She pulled him out slightly so she could relish the taste. She flooded her hand with her own sweet juices.

When they were done, Christy dragged herself back up in the bed and held him. She had cleaned him up with her tongue, noting with joy that he stayed hard. "Derby, please make love to me. Please, I need to feel you inside me."

She was begging for it. Derby was glad he had done so well on his first attempt. There would be time to de-brief himself later, to see if he could think of anything to improve his game with the next girl. Right now, it was time to fuck.

He kissed her, tenderly at first, then with ever-increasing passion. Rolling her onto her back, he knelt between her legs. "God, Christy, you are so beautiful. I want you so much."

Using his cock like a paintbrush, he drew patterns of his moisture on her lips. Dipping just a fraction of an inch into her center, he coated his cockhead with her juice, and then lubricated her clit with it. She gasped in anticipation, spreading her legs to open herself to him.

Slowly, deliberately, he began to penetrate her. When just his head had pushed between the tight muscles of her labia, he paused and stared deeply into her eyes. She wore an expression that was a mix of pleasure, surprise, and a little bit of discomfort. The biggest component, though, was need. This couldn't have worked out better.

Moving slowly, he pushed further inside her. Each time he advanced an inch further, Christy gasped. She was tight, a lot tighter than Megan had been the first time he had fucked her with his big dick. Compared to Megan, Christy felt like a virgin. Idly, he wondered how tight the others would be, especially that cute little Asian girl. But, back to the task at hand; filling this little bitch with his spunk, as many times as he could manage before he lost interest in her.

Finally, he was balls-deep inside her, buried to the hilt. Hepaused for a moment, letting her stretch to accommodate him. When he started to move, she moved with him. When he withdrew, she pulled back, and when he pushed forward, she thrust her hips up to meet him. They found a slow, steady rhythm. Derby thought of it as a slow, comfortable screw. Christy felt that it was a show of their mutual, new-found love.

She urged him to increase the force and speed of their thrusting, and she wrapped her legs around him to pull him deeper.  When she came, it was good for her because of the satisfaction she felt in giving herself so completely to this loving, needy young man.

Derby was amazed at how tightly she held him as she rode out her orgasm. For a "good" girl, she certainly seemed to like sex. The pulsing of her pussy muscles as they clamped around him felt really good, making her feel even tighter than she was. For a "good" girl, she could fuck like a little slut, and that was what Derby wanted.

Christy then surprised Derby by holding him tightly and rolling them both over, so that he found himself on his back with her on top. "Cool!" he thought. "Ride me, bitch!" Aloud, he said, "Oh honey, you're amazing."

She kissed him long and hard, their tongues dancing and thrusting with passion. Then she raised herself and squatted over him. "I want you to cum for me, baby. I want you to cum inside me. Don't worry. I'm on the pill. Just let me make you feel really, really good." She held his cock to steady it, and slowly lowered herself until she was fully impaled, resting her weight on his pelvis. Then, she raised herself until only the head of his beautiful penis was still trapped inside her, and then lowered herself again. Over and over, in and out, up and down she moved, giving her lover the most pleasure she could. She rocked forward and back, left and right, squeezing, pulsing, even twisting her hips as she rode him. Although her movements were not fast, Christy knew she was giving her lover the fuck of his life.

Derby was impressed. He had needed this. He was glad he had chosen Christy as the first girl to try out. "Wait a minute, buddy," he thought to himself. "Let's not get carried away here. She's damn good, better than I thought she might be, but it's only going to be this one night. There are other conquests to make. They could even be better." The thought of that, the thought of how good the others could be, got him closer to orgasm.

Christy felt blessed when she felt him expand inside her. Her lover was going to cum. She plunged herself down onto him as hard as she could, her cunt muscles sucking him. When the first jet of his semen exploded inside her, the sensation overwhelmed her, and she came with him.

When they were done, she felt her fatigue. Her arm and leg muscles trembling, she raised herself one last time to allow his softening cock to fall from inside her, and she collapsed next to him. In a few minutes she was asleep.

Derby considered leaving at that time, but he was tired too. Besides, Christy had wrapped herself around him, cuddling, making it difficult for him to leave her bed without risking waking her. He decided to let himself sleep.

A few hours later, Derby woke up, feeling aroused. For a moment, he couldn't figure out where he was, or why his cock felt so good. Then he recognized Christy sleeping next to him, her hand wrapped around his penis. He used her hand to jack himself for awhile, and then started to finger her.

Christy moaned in her sleep. Her nipples came erect, and Derby could feel new moisture seeping from her opening. He knew she was almost wet enough to enter. This time, though, he wanted something different. "Honey, roll over," he said.

Still only half awake, but feeling her arousal, Christy rolled onto her belly. Derby grasped her hips and pulled her to her knees. "What are you doing?" Christy asked.

"Making love to you again," Derby answered. Without further preamble, he began to enter her tight little cunt doggy-style.

"Oh, God," Christy moaned, fully awake now.

Derby said nothing. He pushed himself inside until he could go no further, and then began to fuck her. This time, there was nothing slow and tender about it. This wasn't making love like the last time. It was fucking. Hard, fast, vigorous fucking.

Christy struggled to catch up to him. It felt good, sure, but it was a little more than she was prepared for. But, it was what he seemed to want, and she wanted to please him. She concentrated on the sensation of being so filled, the friction, the feel of him opening her and possessing her. Soon, she overcame her momentary unease and allowed herself to get into it. Not her style, really, but after all, this was Derby. If this was what he needed, she wanted to give it to him. Soon, she had talked herself into enjoying it. This was her new man, and she was going to please him. She knew that, in time, she would learn to love it, too.

Although it took Derby a while to cum, Christy never quite got there. When he was spent, he let go of her hips and pulled out. She was tired, so she lay down, disappointed. They were new at this, she reasoned. There was no way he could know what she liked, so he couldn't have known that this hard, animalistic approach wouldn't satisfy her. It was probably her shortcoming anyway. She resolved to do better for both of them.

Derby pretended to fall asleep. Christy, worn out from her exertion, soon slipped away herself. After Derby had listened to her steady, slow breathing for fifteen minutes, he made his escape.

It was mid-morning when Christy awoke. When she didn't find her man in bed next to her, she was upset. Then, she understood. Her roommate and her family could show up at any minute. How considerate of this great guy to spare her embarrassment! She quickly put on her robe, grabbed her discarded clothing and stuffed it in her laundry bag, made her bed, pulled out clean clothes, and headed for the shower. But first, she had to call Derby. It didn't really disturb her when he didn't answer. She just left this voicemail: "Hey sexy. It's Christy. I really enjoyed last night. Call me."



Derby Ch. 02



The phone woke Derby. He had been dreaming of girls. Christy, the girl he had fucked last night, was sucking his cock in his dream. The tall redhead, Melissa, who he planned to seduce next, was riding his face, her long legs clamped around his ears. His left hand was fondling the big tits of Josie, the Hispanic girl on his short list of girls to fuck, while his right hand was brutally fingering the tiny, hairless cunt of the tiny Asian girl, Anna. Every one of the girls was screaming their passion for him.

Then his ex-girlfriend, Megan appeared. She made her way quickly around his bed, grabbing the girls and yanking them away from him. When they were all cowering, naked, against the wall, Megan looked him in the eye and said, "You're not man enough to have them. You weren't man enough to keep me. You may have a big cock, but that's not enough. You're weak. You're worthless. You can't even get it right when you try to kill yourself. No woman really wants you." Her face bore such a hateful, spiteful look that it began to change into the horrid mask of a witch.

Derby was glad his phone rang and woke him. He lay there in a cold sweat, getting his bearings. He heard Christy's sweet, sunny answer to his voicemail greeting. She said, "Hey sexy. It's Christy. I really enjoyed last night. Call me."

He was still recovering from his nightmare. He hated Megan for what she had done to him. Who the fuck did she think she was, rejecting him? But she had done it. She hadn't been nasty to him in person like she had been in his dream, but the hurt was just as real. The damage was done. And she was right. He hadn't been able to keep the woman of his dreams, the woman he had fantasized about spending the rest of his life with.

In a way, he was almost grateful to Megan. She had taught him something. The pain of rejection was far worse than the pain of a broken bone or an abscessed tooth because it was a pain of the soul. The only way to ensure that he would never feel that pain again would be to never let a woman get that close to him again. If he refused to feel, he could not hurt. Megan had made him see how to be happy. Enjoy, don't commit. Use, don't feel. Find 'em, fuck 'em, and forget 'em.

Christy had been good last night. She was pretty and she had a nice little body. She had let him do things, and she had done things to him, that he was sure she had never done before. She had gotten off, and she had made him cum. She had worshiped his cock. She had appreciated the way he had fingered, licked, and fucked her. She had drained him dry, which was what he had wanted. If she had thought he owed her anything after that, too bad.

Derby wasn't about to call her, at least not until he had sampled the wares of a few other girls. If he ran out of prospects, he could always go back to her and have her service him again.

Derby got up and headed for the shower. He wanted to get dressed and out of there as quickly as possible, because he didn't want to waste time pretending to be polite when his new roommate, Martin, and his family showed up. Martin seemed like he was a loser, which probably meant his family was a bunch of losers, too. Derby had decided that he was a winner. It was time to get out there and win a night in the sack with another girl.

In the shower, Derby reviewed his options. Melissa, with her long legs, hourglass figure, and wavy red hair? Josie, big boobs, bubble butt, and smoking Latina looks? Anna, with her miniature body and geisha-girl submissiveness? He decided to take them in the order he had found them. Melissa was his next prey.

As he dried himself, he felt the stirrings of arousal. He decided to go commando under his jeans. It made him feel more manly, and he knew he filled the jeans well. They weren't that tight, but if you were looking, you could see. Derby believed that girls who looked at him carefully would see that he had something they might want. What the hell, he thought, when you go fishing, make sure you have good bait.

He left the dorm and walked, taking in the sights. There were a few more girls that he hadn't seen yesterday that might suit his needs – cute, young, and walking with their eyes downcast, as though they had no self-confidence. He almost stopped to chat up a few of them, but stopped himself. He needed to focus on his mission, which was to get in Melissa's pants. In, and out. Fuck her, and move on. Yeah, he liked that idea. No chance of getting bored. No chance of getting complacent. No chance of getting involved. All of which meant, no chance of getting hurt.

He pulled out his phone and called Melissa's number. A man answered. Derby almost hung up, but realized that his number would show on her call log, so he said, "I may have the wrong number, sir. Is Melissa there?"

"My daughter should be back here in a minute. Who is this?"

"Oh, hi Mr. Jamison, it's Derby, the guy who helped you unload her stuff yesterday."

"Oh yes, Derby. I really appreciated your help, and my wife and Melissa were glad you volunteered to be their pack mule, too. I honestly don't know why one girl needs so much stuff."

"I know what you mean, sir. I have twin sisters. They almost need to rent storage units just to house all their junk. I guess it's part of being female."

"Here's Melissa, Derby," her father said, laughing.

Melissa got on the phone. "Hi, Derby!"

"Hey, Melissa. Are you settled in?"

"I'm getting there. Mom and Dad stayed in the motel across from campus last night. We just came back from buying some shelf and cabinet kits. Now we're going to assemble them so I can put the rest of my things away. There's just not enough storage space in these rooms."

Derby said, "How about if I come over and lend a hand? My whole bedroom at home was filled with that kind of furniture. I had fun assembling it. I'd love to help you guys."

"Great. Come on over," Melissa said. Then she lowered her voice. "Dad has no idea what he's doing."

In a few minutes, Derby was knocking on Melissa's open door. She had a single room, with no roommate. He could see pieces of furniture kits scattered everywhere, parts bags, instruction sheets, and packaging materials strewn like the wreckage from a tornado.

"Derby, come in," Melissa said, stepping carefully through the debris field. Hmmm, she looked good. A college logo t-shirt, fresh from the campus store, thin enough that he could see the outline of her bra, athletic shorts which looked great above those amazingly long and shapely legs, and sneakers were all she wore. Her wavy red hair was pulled back in a sloppy pony tail, loose tendrils straying out at the sides to frame her face.

Her Dad smiled a greeting from the far end of the floor. He looked relieved to see Derby. "This girl's going to be the death of me yet," he said. "I damn near broke my back hauling these boxes up here, and now I'm going to spend the rest of my life trying to figure out how to put this stuff together. I don't even know if all the parts are here. 'Insert tab on panel B into slot on panel A and fasten with clip #1.' What the hell does that even mean?"

Derby surveyed the mess. Apparently, they had unpacked all the boxes at once and had mixed up the components. No wonder her Dad was confused. "Want some help?" he asked.

"Sure. The faster I can get this stuff together, the faster we can get on the road. It's about a 5-hour drive to get home," Melissa's Dad said. "I think we've made a mess of this. We shouldn't have opened all the cartons at once. I didn't know that all these parts would look so similar."

"May I make a suggestion, sir?" Derby asked, flashing his best impress-the-parents smile.

"I think I could use one."

"Let's gather everything and stack it in neat piles. We'll check each piece and put it with identical pieces. We'll separate and sort all this stuff into neat piles and clear as much floor space as we can. Then we'll take one of those instruction sheets, identify the parts and fasteners, and assemble one item. When we go to the next one, it should be easier because there will be less parts to choose from. If we tackle this logically, it should get easier as we go."

Melissa's Dad smiled. "Logic is not my strong suit. I write music for movie and TV soundtracks. It's not fine art, but it pays the bills. Your idea sounds good. You hum the melody, my boy. I'll try to fill in some harmony after a few bars."

They laughed together and set to work.

Soon, there was open floor space and some neat piles of parts. Derby was pulling pieces from the piles and making a new stack near the center of the room as Melissa's Dad read aloud from the parts list. The women watched the men work, and things began to take shape. When the first piece of furniture was done, Melissa's Dad said, "One down, two to go."

"I'll start on the next piece while you guys rest," Derby said. "In fact, I bet Melissa and I can finish the rest of it if you want to hit the road. A five-hour drive is a task in itself. What do you think, Melissa? We can do this, right?"

"If you're willing to help, sure," she said. Derby noticed that she gave him a very grateful smile.

Melissa's Dad said, "Thanks, Derby. If you're sure you're OK, we'll take you up on that. I have an early meeting tomorrow, so I'd be glad to get moving."

Derby busied himself with the next piece while Melissa walked her folks to their van. While she was gone, he stole a few moments to snoop, just as he had yesterday in Christy's room. 36D bras. Check. Thongs and bikini panties. Check. Filmy baby-doll nightie. Check!! Birth-control pills. Check!!! He knew enough to proceed.

By the time Melissa got back, Derby had the frame of the chest of drawers he was working on assembled, and was putting the drawers together.

"I really appreciate the way you jumped in and took charge, Derby," Melissa said. "I love my parents, but my Dad is just helpless when it comes to this kind of thing, and my Mom is just, well, kind of helpless, period."

"They seem like really nice people," Derby said.

"Oh, they are, they are. I love them to death. But, I'm kind of glad they left. I'm a big girl now, and I'm ready to be on my own. They don't want to believe that. They want me to be their little girl forever."

"College will be good for you then," Derby said. "You're definitely not a little girl any more. You're a beautiful grown woman. It's time you tasted the world. Time to experience new things. Time to meet new people."

"Well, at least I've met one new person. You." Melissa had already decided that Derby was not only good looking, he was a really nice guy. And good looking? Uh, yeah! Handsome face, good physique, interesting looking package in those jeans,... Whoa! Where did that come from? She felt herself blush when she realized she was staring at his crotch as he sat cross-legged on the floor, assembling drawers. She hoped her nipples wouldn't get hard.

She needed something to do, fast. "I'll finish building those drawers while you start on the next piece."

Working together, it wasn't long until everything was done. Derby helped Melissa unpack her boxes of books, clothes, even a few old stuffed animals. He saw how she blushed when he opened the box that held some of her lingerie. "Oops. I'll let you unpack that one," Derby said, pushing it across the floor to her and grabbing a box of school supplies.

Soon, Melissa's room was done. "OK," Derby said. "I'll haul this cardboard down to the trash. Then, do you want to grab some dinner?"

"That sounds great. But I need to shower first," Melissa said.

"Me too. I'm a little hot and sweaty," Derby said.

Melissa felt herself get a little weak, thinking how good his hot, sweaty body might look and feel.

They agreed to meet at the dining hall in an hour.

When Derby got back to his room, he saw that Martin had arrived and unpacked, but he wasn't there. Derby quickly rifled through his things, trying to learn more about him. The complete works of J. R. R. Tolkien, in hard-cover, no less. A Star Wars poster. Dorky clothing, including two Transformers t-shirts. Holy shit, this kid was even more of a nerd than his e-mails over the summer had suggested. Derby was going to have to have to figure out if he even wanted to dominate this dweeb, or if he just wanted to get rid of him.

Derby showered and dressed quickly. He wanted to get out of there before his roommate showed up and bored him to tears. He dressed to impress, casually, but with style. He was wearing his hunting clothes, dressed to pursue his prey.

Melissa showered and re-shaved her legs and underarms, even though she had done that this morning. On impulse, she also made sure to touch up the shave and trim on her pussy, making sure that her fiery landing strip was perfect. She wouldn't admit to herself why she had to do that tonight. But hey, she wanted to look nice. She had seen a picture online of a girl groomed that way, and she thought it looked pretty, so she had started doing it herself. "My God," she thought, "what if my parents ever found out I watched porn?"

She had selected a matching lacy bra and boy-shorts set, green like her eyes. When she dried her hair, she decided to gather a nice thick band from each temple, pinning them to the back of her head in a jade clip. With her natural wave, it was a sophisticated but casual style that framed her face perfectly. A tiny bit of eye make-up, a few strategically placed dabs her favorite cologne, a simple top that showed a bit of cleavage, a nicely contrasting casual skirt, and some sandals. Not bad, if she had to be the one to say it.

When Derby saw her coming toward him at the dining hall, he noted her appearance with approval. Her breasts moved nicely under her top. She had to be wearing a bra, but it did not badly restrict the movement of those nice big tits, and there was a good amount of cleavage showing with that top. A skirt was a plus; it meant easy access. Stylish sandals showed off a nice pedicure. This chick had style. She also had sex appeal by the ton.

She smiled and waved shyly as she approached him. "Hi Derby. You look great."

"That was supposed to be my line, pretty lady," Derby said. "Do you always dress that well for a first date?"

Melissa blushed visibly. "Is that what this is?"

"I'm sorry. Please forgive me. That was way too forward. I'm out of line," Derby said, sounding like he meant it. "I'm just really impressed with how beautiful you are. Do you have any idea how many heads turned as you walked over here?"

"Oh, nonsense. You're too kind," Melissa said, blushing furiously and feeling very awkward.

"No, you're the one being kind, agreeing to have dinner with me. I guess the term 'date' doesn't really apply when we're going to the dining hall. But hey, we might get lucky. The mystery meat tonight might even be edible."

They laughed and headed inside. Throughout dinner, they chatted. Once Melissa started talking, she told Derby a lot about herself. She was an only child from a small town. She had dated some in high school, but had never had a long-term boyfriend. Her parents were pretty over-protective, scrutinizing every guy Melissa ever went out with. She told Derby that her parents had liked him.

Derby told Melissa a bit about himself, keeping things more or less honest, as he had the previous night with Christy. He told her about Megan, the girl that had broken his heart. He neglected to tell her about his suicide attempt after the break-up, about his year-long depression, and about his hardened heart. He was charming, witty, and quietly sexy. He could tell Melissa was warming up fast.

After dinner, they walked around the campus. Derby steered her to the ice-cream shop where he had begun his seduction of Christy the night before. He took Melissa to the courtyard where he and Christy had first kissed last night, repeated his brooding, sorrowful act, and even made himself wet-eyed and pitiful again. Hey, it had worked with Christy. Megan was no different.

Sitting there, watching this strong, handsome hunk struggle not to cry about his lost love, Melissa's heart melted. She pulled him to her and hugged him to her bosom. "It's OK, Derby. I'm glad you can talk about it. That must have been so terrible for you. I'm glad you trusted me enough to tell me this," she said.

"I don't know why, but I do trust you completely," Derby lied. "I had to tell someone. I feel so safe with you."

Their embrace gradually changed from one of comfort to one of affection. They both knew it.

Finally, Derby lifted his head and looked into Melissa's eyes. They looked at each other in silence for a long time. Slowly, they came together.

The first kiss was barely a touch. The second was only a little bit closer, a little bit warmer. By about the twentieth kiss, their tongues had met.

Melissa couldn't believe the feelings her body was giving her. Her nipples were hard, and she was aware that she was moist. She also was aware that her breathing had changed. Without knowing how it happened, she realized that her hand was on Derby's strong, muscular thigh. "Oh my God," she thought, "when will he touch me?" She didn't have to wait long. His one hand caressed her face, then traced lightly over her breast, and came to rest on her smooth bare thigh, a few inches above her knee. That simple touch made her very wet.

They kissed a while longer, holding each other, with Derby spending a lot of time caressing her back and sides. But only that one time had he touched her breast. Melissa wanted more. She didn't know why, but she wanted more intimacy with this gentle, polite young man. She had been pawed at enough in the past to expect it from him, but he was reserved. It was obvious he respected her too much to rush her. That made her like him even more.

Derby thought Melissa was ready for more, but he was starting to wonder if he would get to fuck her tonight. From what she had said, she sounded like a "good" girl. That was fine. He didn't want some whore who would fuck anything that moved. He liked the innocent-seeming ones, because they had more to lose if he screwed them and left them high and dry. But this one might be a real challenge. Maybe he should dump her and call Christy. He could think up a convincing lie about why he hadn't called her all day.

Then he felt Melissa's hand on his leg again. Maybe all was not lost.

"I should get you home," Derby said. "Course registration starts tomorrow. We're going to have a big day."

"OK," Melissa said. "But I don't think I'll go until at least 10." Derby decided he was going to make sure he would go at 8 so he could avoid her.

They walked hand in hand back to Melissa's dorm. When they got to her room, she said, "Do you want to come in?"

"For a little while, sure."

She locked the door behind them and turned on the small lamp on her new chest of drawers. She took off her sandals and sat on the side of the bed. "Come sit with me, Derby."

As soon as he sat down next to her, Melissa kissed him again. She was ready to pick up where they had left off, opening her lips to his tongue. The kissing got more passionate. Derby removed her hair clip and combed out her wavy hair with his fingers. It was time to see what he could accomplish. He placed his one hand on her breast, lightly rubbing it through her clothes. She seemed to like it.

Emboldened, he let his hand trail down her side to the hem of her top, and then began to caress the bare skin of her side with a loving touch. Hearing no protest, he inched his way upward until he could feel her breast through her bra. Melissa's only response was to kiss him deeper. He massaged her breast, feeling her nipple harden through the lacy fabric of the bra. Breaking the kiss, he pulled back far enough to focus on her eyes. Wide-eyed, she nodded her head slightly.

Derby began to unbutton her shirt, success with each button being rewarded by a kiss. She helped him pull it off her and watched as he tossed it on the floor. Then she pulled him to her and gave him the most passionate kiss yet. When they broke that kiss, Derby started kissing his way down her throat. When he reached the strap connecting the two cups of her bra together, he gave her cleavage a slow lick. Melissa gasped.




Derby Ch. 02



Derby reached behind her and unclasped her bra. She hesitated a moment, then shrugged it off herself. Her big, beautiful breasts were exposed. She lay back on her pillow, and Derby went with her. He kissed her again, and began to fondle her. Her nipples got harder than ever.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Derby thought as he kissed the top of one breast. He took his time, but eventually he got to her nipple. He stopped and looked at her face. Melissa was staring at him, doe eyes open wide. He smiled at her and lowered his face again. Not breaking eye contact, he stuck out his tongue and flicked her nipple with it. Melissa moaned, and said softly, "Oh my God."

Melissa had never had a boy make love to her. She had had guys play with her tits before, she had even let two different boys finger her, and one night she had jerked a guy off. It didn't take long for the kid to cum all over the back seat of his Dad's car. She wondered how he explained the stains in the morning, but he never called her back, so she never found out. Derby was treating her differently than those high school boys had. Maybe he had more experience than they did. She could tell he had a lot more experience than she did. He was taking his time and making her feel good. She could hardly wait to find out what he would do next.

Derby answered that question for her when he began to suck on her nipple. The sensation went right to her crotch. Melissa had never felt this good before, except when she masturbated. And he hadn't even touched her below the waist.

Using his fingers, lips, tongue, and teeth, Derby stimulated her breasts. His touches were sometimes firm, sometimes almost imperceptible. He soon found that suckling her was the thing that seemed to drive her wild.

The fingertips of one hand were on her belly, rubbing lightly, and sometimes straying to her hips. It was time to do more. Placing his hand on her hip, he rolled her on her side toward him. He began to fondle her ass through her skirt. She responded. He let his hand move down the back of her thigh to the hem of her skirt. She kissed him some more. He moved his hand up under her skirt and resumed fondling her ass through her lacy boy-short panties. Her moaning became louder.

He rolled her over onto her back again, his hand still under her skirt. The skirt was loose enough to allow his hand some freedom to move. He moved his hand slowly from the side of her hip to the front, until he has cupping her panty-covered sex in his hand. The moisture was obvious to both of them. With his middle finger, he pressed lightly on her center. Melissa gasped and raked Derby's back with her nails. He pulled back from their kiss and stared in her eyes again. Again, she nodded her head. In a moment, she was nude.

Derby studied her body, exposed before him. She was beautiful. Milky white skin like only a true redhead can have, a dusting of freckles on her face and the tops of her firm, full breasts, perfectly round areolas surrounding large, erect nipples, a flat belly, trim waist, flaring hips, long legs, and fiery red landing strip above her puffy, juicy lips – she looked like a centerfold.

This was uncharted territory for Melissa. She had never been fully nude with a man before. She shuddered, both from nervousness and arousal.

"What's wrong, baby?" Derby asked.

Melissa blushed yet again, bringing even more color to cheeks that were already pink with her arousal. "I've never been completely naked with a man. I've never made love before."

Derby thought to himself, "Yes! I'm gonna pop her cherry! This might be even more fun than fucking Christy. And this one is really gonna be hurt when I don't call her again." Aloud to Melissa he said, "Just lie back and enjoy, baby. I'm going to make you feel better than you've ever felt before."

He gently spread her legs so he could kneel between them and leaned down to worship her tits with his mouth again. Soon, his kisses and licks moved lower, across her lower chest, down her belly, and finally to just above her mound. He then began to kiss and lick her thighs. He worked carefully, giving her maximum sensation and him maximum control.

Melissa was unconsciously moving her legs further apart with each gentle kiss and each teasing lick. Soon, her sex was spread wide to Derby's view.

She was very wet, very aroused, and pretty much out of control. Using just the tip of his tongue, Derby licked the soft skin between the top of her right thigh and her right pussy lip. Only one, delicate lick, which he then repeated on the left. He moved from side to side, licking, pausing, smiling at her, then changing sides. Melissa was nearly out of her mind.

When Derby finally placed his tongue just behind her opening and slowly licked upward between her lips to just shy of her clit, Melissa squealed her pleasure. He repeated this motion over and over, bathing everything with his tongue, but just missing her clit. Melissa's need was obvious.

Without warning, Derby fastened his lips around her exposed, engorged clit and sucked. At the same time, he inserted a finger into her opening. He massaged her walls and curled his finger to find that ridged little sponge. Yes! There!

Megan stuffed her fist in her mouth to muffle her scream. Her hips bucked wildly.

After her orgasm, Derby moved back up next to her. She was sobbing, overwhelmed by what he had done to her. He took her hand and placed it on his hardness, rubbing himself through his clothes with her hand. "Did you like that, baby?" he crooned softly in her ear, licking and nibbling on the lobe.

"You,... you,... oh God,... you made me cum," Melissa stammered.

"I'm glad," Derby said. That much was true. He felt that she would now be more ready for him to take things to the next level.

He lightly kissed her neck and throat again, and then licked both nipples, eliciting new gasps and moans from the quivering girl. Again, he placed her hand on his erection.

As soon as his fingertips touched her labia again, Melissa began struggling to undo Derby's pants. Her movements were awkward, so Derby helped her. Once his erection was free of his clothing, she grasped his penis gently, exploring it with her hand.

"My God, Derby," she breathed. "You're huge." She was comparing him in her mind to the boy with the crusty back seat from high school. She had thought he was big, but compared to him, Derby was a giant. She propped herself up on one elbow to get a look at what was over-filling her hand.

Derby pulled off his shirt and removed the rest of his clothing as she stared at his manhood. On her face he could see a look of hunger, amazement, and quite a bit of trepidation. "Baby, it's not that big. Have you ever seen a penis before?"

Yet again, Melissa blushed. "Only one besides the little boys I babysat for. And he didn't look like you." She was stroking him slowly, remembering everything she had heard her girlfriends say about how a guy liked his cock handled.

"And I've never seen a woman as beautiful and sexy as you, baby," Derby sighed, enjoying her touch.

They lay there for a few moments, Melissa playing with Derby's cock, and Derby lightly stroking all around Melissa's sex. After a while, Derby began to tease her labia with feathery touches.

When he entered her with his middle finer, Melissa tightened her grip on him slightly, increasing the speed of her movements. It was nice, if a little clumsy, but Derby didn't want a handjob. He was going for the good stuff.

He pulled free of her hand and went down on her again. He was more deliberate this time, and Melissa's response was more urgent. When he had her right on the edge, he removed his mouth from her pussy and moved up on top of her, supporting his weight on his knees and one hand. With the other, he grasped his bulging cock and rubbed her genitals with it, smearing their combined fluids over her lips. He circled her clit with the head of his cock. "I want you, baby," he said.

Melissa was torn between her desperate need and her morals. Could she do this? Could she give her virginity to this man she had only met yesterday? He was being so tender with her, and she already knew she liked him more than any guy she had ever known. He was so incredibly hot, and she had never been this aroused in her life. She was trying to have a debate with herself, but the sensations he was giving her were pushing her closer and closer to the edge, making thought almost impossible.

Finally she whispered, "I'm on the pill because I've had trouble with, well, with my um, my cycle. But I'm a virgin. Promise me you'll be gentle."

"I'm going to make you feel really good, baby," Derby said. He played with her clit some more, and then carefully applied pressure to her opening with the head of his cock. Gradually, he entered her until he felt the barrier of her hymen. Not moving any deeper, he pulled back and then pushed forward again. He began to thrust slowly in and out, angling himself so there was pressure on her clit. He knew she loved it. Finally, he stopped against her barrier and looked into her eyes.

For the third time, she nodded.

"This will hurt a little," he said. "Are you ready, baby?"

"I'm scared, Derby. I want to do this, but I'm scared. Just, please, be gentle. Just do it."

Derby pulled out again so he was barely inside her. Supporting his upper body on his elbows, he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lovingly. Then he thrust forward, tearing his way inside, but stopping as soon as he felt her hymen give way. Melissa gasped and grimaced, and a single tear flowed down each cheek. Derby kissed them away. Not moving any deeper inside her, Derby kissed her mouth and face with imitation love for a time, and then looked into her eyes again. Another nod.

Giving her time to stretch, Derby pushed forward, until he was fully inside her. Holy shit, this bitch was tight! When he felt his pelvic bone against hers, he kissed her passionately again, and then began to slowly stroke in and out. To ensure that she was enjoying herself, and to up his chances of fucking her again, Derby kept his pace slow and compassionate, suckling on a nipple or inserting his hand between their bodies to rub circles around her clit.

Although losing her hymen had not been as painful as Melissa had feared, she was overwhelmed by the fullness she felt with her first full penetration. But Derby was such a tender, careful lover that feelings of pleasure soon replaced her discomfort. Intense pleasure, pleasure she had never imagined. His mouth making love to her breasts, his hand stimulating her most sensitive area, his entire demonstration of his love for her made her begin to rock and raise her hips to meet his thrusts. Dear God, if this is what it felt like to make love, she wanted to make love with this amazing young man forever!

Derby was very much aware of Melissa's increasing participation. She was rocking faster, pushing harder toward him, drawing him in deeper. Suddenly, she wrapped her legs around his waist. He raised himself a little on his arms so he could look at her face. A few tiny beads of sweat had appeared on her forehead and on her cheeks just below her amazing green eyes which were wide open, boring into his with a mix of passion and love. Oh, yeah!

He began to fuck her a little harder. His strokes became faster and deeper, and she responded in perfect harmony with him. She was clinging to him with all four limbs, willing him to take her places she had never known she could go. Her breathing was audible now, a sexy mix of gasps and moans that spurred Derby on.

She closed her eyes and began to rock her head from side to side in rhythm with their fucking. Melissa had lost all sense of herself, no longer able to tell where her body stopped and his began. She was moving steadily toward her first orgasm during intercourse, and it was going to be huge. Derby was happy to see it. He loved the feel of it when a girl came all over his cock.

He didn't have to wait long. Melissa began to tense up, and she stopped rocking. Derby saw that her eyes were open again, but she was not focusing on anything. Her nails were digging into his skin as she arched her back. Her already tight pussy clamped down hard on his expanding cock. He pushed into her as hard as he could and held himself there while her muscles began to pulse around him. She was holding her breath. Then her spasms started as her orgasm crashed over her. Her cunt was squeezing and milking him, trying to force his cum into her. As she finally began to relax, his cock started to twitch and spurt. Feeling his cum blast into her took her right back to the height of her orgasm.

As they lay recovering, his weight fully on her and his cock softening inside her, they kissed. The kisses were as intense as any they had shared at first, but became more tender as their excitement waned. Finally, his flaccid cock slipped out of her, and he rolled off to lie on his back next to her.

Melissa rolled on her side and snuggled tightly against Derby's strong, sweaty body. With his fingertips, he lightly stroked her back as she copied his movements with her hand on his muscular chest and abs. Finally, she broke the silence.

"I didn't know," she said.

"Didn't know what?"

"I didn't know how wonderful that could be. I didn't know I could feel that good." She stopped herself before she could say what she was thinking, "I love you."

They lay there cuddling and kissing for awhile. Finally, Melissa said, "I think I'd better go clean up." She stood up on shaky legs, and grabbed some tissues from her nightstand when she felt their combined juices seep out of her. There was a mix of man and woman cum, tinged with her virgin blood. Melissa was very embarrassed.

"Are you OK, baby?" Derby asked, trying to sound concerned.

"I'm just a little messy. And a little sore. And a whole lot tired!" She quickly put on her robe to hide her nakedness.

"Don't cover up, baby. You're too beautiful to cover yourself. Please let me look at you some more," Derby murmured.

Melissa felt herself blushing again. She wasn't used to this kind of attention. She wasn't used to being naked with a man, although she was starting to like it a lot. "I'm going to the bathroom to clean up. I'll be back in a minute. I'll bring you a damp washcloth so you can clean up, too."

In a few minutes, she was back. She offered Derby a warm, damp washcloth. He simply pulled the covers down, exposing himself to her. She hesitated, then began to clean him.

Just as she was done, Derby reached up and untied her robe. She stood up and looked at him, but made no move to cover herself. "Take that off and come here," Derby said.

Melissa let the robe fall from her shoulders and stood before him, naked to his gaze. She could feel his eyes on her flesh, examining her from head to toe. Just his eyes on her made her feel her arousal begin again, and she saw that his cock was no longer completely soft.

She lay down with him, and turned on her side to cuddle him again. They embraced and kissed quietly. She shifted her position to rest her head on his chest, and he stroked her hair. Soon, she was asleep.

Derby himself slept for a while. When he awoke, he found that Melissa had rolled on her side away from him, and that he had moved in to spoon against her. His semi-erect cock was nestled between her thighs.

His fingers began to fondle her breasts again. She sighed in her sleep and pushed back tighter against him. He let his hand move from her breasts to her thigh. Derby felt her stirring. He rolled her onto her back, and began to tease her sex with his fingertips.

When she opened her eyes, Derby kissed her again. She felt very warm and alive, and soon realized that the delicious sensations coming from between her legs were the reason. She knew he wanted her again. She wanted him just as much.

Derby eased two fingers between her swollen lips and began to finger-fuck her slowly. When he started to circle her clit with his thumb, Melissa raised her mouth, seeking his. Their tongues touched each other, and she felt the electricity building inside her again.

She found his engorged cock with her hand and began to stroke him. Their tongues were fucking each other's mouths, and his fingers were stirring her pussy to a boil. Soon, it would be time to make love again.

"Please, Derby, I need to feel you inside me again."

Derby positioned himself between her shapely, long legs. This time, she used her hand to guide his manhood into her. She was sore and tender, but she needed him. With one gradual, deliberate stroke, he entered her, filling her completely. When he felt he had hit bottom, he held himself there. "Are you OK?"

"Oh God, honey, make love to me again," Melissa gasped.

Derby began to move, and it didn't take long until she was moving with him. This time, he started slowly, but quickly increased his pace. Never breaking contact with her, he shifted their bodies until he was kneeling with her ass on his thighs. Holding her by her hips, he began to thrust hard.

This was new to her. It felt wonderful to have him inside her again, but he was moving at a pace she struggled to match. When he began to play with her clit with his thumb, she started to catch up.

Derby marveled at how tight she was as he fucked her. With each stroke, he felt more of her moisture bathing his cock, allowing him to thrust deeper and faster. He was amazed at how good her cunt felt on him, its hot walls gripping his cock like a wet velvet vice.

By now, he was fucking her hard. He wanted to cum inside this redheaded bitch at least one more time tonight. Her sex muscles urged him on.

The intensity of Derby's thrusts was almost too much for Melissa's newly de-flowered pussy. It wasn't that it hurt, not quite, but she knew she would be tender in the morning. She wanted to please him, though, so she tried to let herself go. But he was going too fast. She was close, very close, when she felt his cock swell inside her. In a few seconds, she felt him explode. She concentrated on the amazing sensation of his hot cum flooding her, but it wasn't quite enough. She began to thrust against him hard, willing herself to cum. But then, she felt him withdraw.

Derby got out of bed and started to get dressed.

"What are you doing?" Melissa asked, trying to hide her disappointment.

"Going back to my room to sleep. We both have a busy day tomorrow. You were great, baby, but I'm tired. You should get some rest too."

Derby had finished dressing and was at the door. "I'll call you." He was gone.

Melissa wondered what she had done wrong. She didn't know if she should cry or not.



Derby Ch. 03



Derby made sure he was up early the next morning. He suffered through a few minutes of mindless jabbering from his new roommate, before he escaped to the shower. He was proud of himself for having resisted the urge to ram the little nerd's Star Wars toy light saber, which Martin had apparently bought at the last convention he attended, down the kid's throat. Idly, he wondered how much longer he would be able to control himself. God, what had he done to deserve this?

Derby had suffered enough in his young life. The woman he had loved had rejected him. Even worse, she had done it by fucking his supposed best friend. Derby allowed himself to brood on that for a moment as he stood under the shower's spray. "No wonder I'm bitter," he thought. "No wonder I've decided that women exist only to be used. After all, the one I loved used me and then threw me away like a bloody tampon."

Registration went smoothly, and Derby was out of there by 9am. Good. That meant that he could avoid Melissa, the girl he had used and thrown away last night. It was time to move on with his list of chicks to fuck. That hot little Hispanic piece of ass, Josie, was next. But how would he move on her?

Luck was with Derby that morning. As he was hanging around, wondering what to do next and dreading going to the bookstore and spending a ton of money on textbooks he knew he might never read, he spotted her. She was walking toward the campus bookstore, holding a sheaf of papers that Derby guessed were the reading lists for her Freshman courses. He let her pass, watching her from a distance, admiring how her big tits and bubble butt moved under the tank top and athletic shorts she wore. Damn fine looking piece of Latina ass! Once she had a good head start on him, Derby began to follow her.

As expected, she walked into the campus bookstore. Derby followed.

He found her among the stacks of Freshman English Composition materials. Her arms were already full of books.

"Hi, Josie! Remember me?"

"Oh, hi, Derby, isn't it?"

"That's right. The first time I saw you, you were struggling with stacks of stuff moving into your dorm. I helped you then. May I help you now?"

"Would you? That would be great! But don't you have to get your own books?"

"I already did," Derby lied. "I was at registration when they opened this morning, and then I came over here and got my stuff. I threw it all in my room and decided to come back out for a walk, since it's such a nice day. Once classes start, I'll probably be busy, so I figured I'd enjoy my last few days of freedom. I just stopped in here to see if I forgot anything."

They finished picking up all of Josie's course materials, and Derby helped her carry the bags back to her room. As they walked, Derby turned on his charm and asked her some questions designed to give him some idea of how to get in her pants. This one seemed like she was going to be a real challenge. If it weren't for the fact that Derby was hungry for some spicy, slightly dark meat, he might have decided to move on.

He had a plan, though. It had worked so far, and he decided to stick with it. Plus, there was the thrill of the seduction and the satisfaction of the conquest to look forward to. And those tits and that ass! If he could fuck her, it might be a hell of a ride.

Josie was almost painfully shy. She didn't have much experience with the opposite sex. She had gone to an all-girls Catholic high school at her father's insistence. But the fact that she had had a sheltered childhood under the strict eyes of ever-watchful nuns didn't keep Josie from being very curious about men. She had fantasized about meeting a handsome, charming man at college and having a wonderful romance with him. And here was the epitome of handsome charm, sitting a foot away from her in her dorm room, seeming very interested in her. And this was only her third day on campus!

Derby told her some things about himself. Many of them were true. He decided to save the story about Megan for later. He had already proven to himself that that story, told the right way in the right setting, made girls feel sorry for him and made him seem like a sensitive guy. It made them feel like they had to help him. Christy and Melissa had helped him a lot – had helped him get his rocks off. Why stray from a proven formula?

Making an excuse about helping his roommate to unpack and finish setting up their room, Derby left Josie, having gotten her to agree to see him at dinner. It was then that he would start his seduction of her in earnest.

When he got back to his room, Martin was there. "Hi, Roomie!" Martin said. "You forgot your phone. It's been blowing up all morning. Oh, and some girl named Christy stopped by looking for you. She's really pretty. I told her I didn't know where you were. She seems like a very nice girl. Is she your girlfriend? She seemed a little upset that you weren't here. Are you going to call her? I started to show her my Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection to try to entertain her while she waited for you, but then she said she had to go. Say, do you want to see my collection? There's some really cool stuff that...."

"Will you just shut the fuck up?" Derby shouted. "Are you always this irritating? Do you work at being a pathetic nerd, or does it come naturally?"

"Derby, what's wrong? I just want to be your friend. I want to show you some of my great stuff. I know you'll really like it and then we can be buddies and...."

Derby stood up and walked over to Martin, fists clenched. There was an ugly vein standing out on Derby's one temple. "Martin, I'm going to say this once, so shut your pimply face and listen. I'm not going to be your friend. I'm not your buddy. I would rather have my toenails ripped out with a pair of pliers than even associate with you. If you don't want to wake up dead some morning, I suggest you do yourself a favor and stop talking to me. And don't ever talk to any girls who know me. I have decided that you are even more immature and repulsive than I had originally thought, and that's saying a lot. Your best bet is to let me alone. If you do that, I might let you live long enough to find another weirdo roommate. Have I made myself clear?"

Martin sat there, stunned and cowering, looking like he might cry.

Before he lost control completely, Derby stalked out of the room and slammed the door behind him.

"Oh God," Derby thought. "I can't believe that people like him really exist. The fucking kid is a cartoon. He's way worse than the guys in some of those movies and TV shows about creepy, nerdy geeks. I laugh at that crap because the characters are so overdone, but shit! Martin's ten times worse than any of them! He makes Pee Wee Herman look suave and sophisticated! I may just have to start spending the whole night with these chicks just so I can stay away from him and keep my sanity.

"Maybe that's what I'll do tonight," Derby said to himself. "Stay out all night. Hell, Josie's doing the whole 'good Catholic girl' routine. It could take all night to get her naked and mounted on my cock. But kid, if you can pull that one off, if you can de-flower that hot virgin, it will be so worth it. Yeah, playing motorboat with those huge tits, eating that tuna taco, grabbing that big ass, and busting that little cherry, and then letting her lie there alone, wondering what happened – oh yeah, that will be just fucking great! And then tomorrow, I'm gonna break a little Asian porcelain doll"

Those thoughts made Derby smile. He was much happier now. He could almost see Martin for what he was: a cartoon character to be enjoyed, both for the amusement factor and for his vulnerability as a vent for Derby's frustrations. Maybe it would be worth it to keep Martin around just so he wouldn't need to buy a punching bag. If he could use these girls as his own personal cum-dumpsters, he could use Martin as his favorite non-sexual victim. Maybe he could even pretend to himself that Martin represented Joe, his ex-best friend that had stolen his precious Megan. Of course, that could be pretty dangerous for Martin. Oh, well.

The campus was much more crowded now than it had been the day before. The upperclassmen were showing up. Derby took a walk down fraternity row, admiring the lifestyle he imagined the brothers enjoyed. All that freedom, all that camaraderie with guys like him who just wanted to fuck as many hot chicks as possible. And speaking of hot chicks, there were all the sorority sisters. Wow. Out of his league for now, since he was a lowly freshman, but wait until next year!

Derby strolled along, checking out the sights. One frat house in particular caught his eye. There was a truck outside unloading kegs of beer, and there was a volleyball court in the side yard, with some guys playing volleyball with a bunch of girls in micro-bikinis. Sweet. These guys knew how to live. He had already heard a little about this frat house, which apparently had the reputation of being the big party place. Supposedly, they were always on the verge of getting closed down by the college, but some of their alumni were big contributors to the school, so the house stayed open. He could try to find out more about the place later.

Tonight he would see if he could fuck Josie. He knew he would need to bring his A-game, but his success the last two nights gave him confidence. He would have dinner with her, just like he had done the night before with Melissa, walk around the campus with her, take her for ice cream, like he had done with both Christy and Melissa, and then head to the old courtyard and fountain. That was where he had done his tearful act that had worked with the other two girls, and he figured it should work again.

After dinner, he implemented his plan with Josie. She was really shy, but he pulled out all the stops and charmed her into relaxing with him and talking. She seemed to enjoy their stroll around the campus, and he helped her find the buildings where all her classes would meet. The whole ice cream date thing went well, and she let him take her hand for a while when they were walking toward the secluded area with the stone benches. In the moonlight, he began his well-rehearsed routine. He even managed to choke out a convincing-sounding sob when he turned on the tears.

Josie's reaction was, at first, what he had hoped for. She hugged him and said, "I can't imagine how badly you were hurt by Megan,. I've never been in love, so I won't pretend that I really understand how you felt. Sometimes, the hurts we suffer in life seem like they'll never heal. I remember how horrible I felt when my best friend was killed in a car accident. I wasn't sure I could go on. I just sat and cried for days after her funeral."

"What did you do to get over it?" Derby asked, hoping to draw her out and find out more about how her mind worked.

"I went to Mass every day, morning, noon, and night. I lit candles for her. I prayed almost constantly. I went to confession every day. Finally, I found comfort. You can, too, Derby. I gather that you were not raised Catholic, but surely you know that God loves you. Let me take you to Mass tomorrow morning. You may be surprised how comforting the hymns and the peace of God's love can be."

That was not exactly what Derby wanted to hear her say. What was this chick, some kind of religious freak? He had run across some Protestant church nuts in his day, and had always given them a wide berth. But he had never met a zealous Catholic before. He decided his chances of fucking this bitch tonight had gone from slim to none. But before he ran screaming for the hills, he risked one more try.

He turned toward Josie and put on the saddest face he could create. "You're so nice, Josie. I do need comfort. Would you hold me for a moment?"

She didn't hesitate. She hugged him, chastely. He hugged her back. She felt nice in his arms, if a little stiff. When they broke their hug, Derby stroked her face tenderly with the back of his hand. Then he leaned in to kiss her.

When Josie understood what he was doing, she quickly turned so his kiss landed on her cheek. Then she moved away slightly and said, "I like you Derby. You seem really nice. I'd like to get to know you better, but I'll have to know you for a while before I could be comfortable kissing you. I'm sorry if that disappoints you."

Derby was more than disappointed. He was pissed. He had just spent a couple of hours trying to loosen this bitch up so he could fuck her tonight, and now she wouldn't even kiss him? Who the fuck did she think she was?

"I'm sorry too," he said. "I'm sorry you're such a stuck-up little cunt. I would have fucked the living shit out of you tonight, and you would have loved it. Maybe I should introduce you to my roommate. You'd like him. He's so damn ugly and stupid he'll probably die a virgin. Maybe he could read the fuckin' Bible to you in Klingon!

"God, you're so caught up in being this prim and proper little virgin that you don't even know you have a pussy, do you? Well, guess what, bitch? No one's going to want it by the time you decide to give it away. All the good guys will be taken by the time you wake up. Go buy a dildo and get your priest to bless it or something. Get the fuck away from me!"

Josie was so shocked by Derby's tirade that she didn't know what to do. No one had ever been that sacrilegious or that rude to her before. She crossed herself and burst into tears.

"Oh fine, sit there and cry like a fucking little girl. I'm going out to find some fun," Derby said. He got up and stalked away.

It was still early enough that Derby decided to see if he could hook up with Anna, the little Japanese girl. He called her as he walked across campus. "Hey Anna, it's Derby, you know, the guy who carried some of your stuff up to your room when you and your folks were unloading the van the other day."

"Oh, hi, Derby. What's up?"

"Nothing much. I wondered if you wanted to go for a walk."

"That's funny," Anna replied, "I'm just leaving my dorm now to walk over to see a girl from my high school. She graduated two years ahead of me, but I've known her for years since her big sister used to babysit me. She's in one of the sorority houses on the other side of campus. She was going to meet me at the student union and walk me over to her house."

"I'll walk with you if you like," Derby said. "I was over that way this afternoon exploring. If you know which house she's in, I can take you there. Besides, I don't know that it's a good idea for a pretty girl like you to walk too far alone at night, even if there's another girl with you. Why don't you call her back and tell her I'll bring you?"

"Would you? That would be really nice. I'll call her right now and tell her to just wait for us. See you at the student union in a couple of minutes?"

"I'm almost there now," Derby said. "See you in a few." They hung up.

"OK," Derby said to himself. "I'm still two for three. Now let's see if I can up my batting average to a .750."

Anna looked better tonight than he remembered. Her long, straight black hair hung over her shoulders, somehow emphasizing how delicate she really was. Because it was a warm night, she was dressed in a t-shirt, shorts, and sneakers. She looked very young, very petite, and very pretty. The shorts were actually pretty tight, giving Derby a good view of her firm little ass when she had her back to him, and the flimsy t-shirt let him see how perky her little tits were. She looked good enough to eat, which, come to think of it, sounded like a pretty good idea.

As they walked, they talked. Derby did his best to get Anna to talk about herself, and he gave her some information about himself to put her at ease. By the time they got to the sorority house, she was getting comfortable with him, and he was working hard to figure out how to get her naked and horizontal.

Anna's sorority friend, Karen, greeted them both warmly. She was a pretty girl, with a nice body. Definitely not bad at all. Some of her sorority sisters, though, were seriously hot. And some of them didn't seem to care that Karen had shouted "Man in the hall!" when she took Derby and Anna up to her room. One girl walked past them in just a bra and thong. Looking casually into the rooms as they passed, Derby saw one girl sitting at her desk topless and another lying on her bed, completely nude.

Karen looked back at Derby and laughed. "Never been in a sorority house before, have you? We're pretty casual around here. We're not sluts, at least not all of us, but we're, shall we say, fun-loving. So reel your tongue back into your mouth and treat the situation like it is: no big deal. And Anna, don't look so embarrassed. All us girls have pretty much the same parts. You took showers in gym class in high school the same as I did. We all know what we look like. And this hunk you have with you can pretty much guess what we all look like, too. So, loosen up already! You're in college now."

The three of them talked awhile about college life, Karen and Anna talking sometimes as though Derby wasn't even there. It seemed as though Karen realized this, suddenly, because she turned to Derby and asked, "Are you thinking about pledging a fraternity when you're eligible?"

"I hadn't really thought about it," Derby said. "Although, from what I saw today when I was walking around over here, it look like the guys have their share of fun. And anything has to be better than being in a cookie-cutter dorm room with a roommate I already can't stand."

Karen laughed. "My roommate freshman year was so weird she almost scared me. She was some kind of pseudo-retro-hippie free spirit loony. She refused to shave her legs or her armpits, and she seldom bathed. She spent most of her time meditating or getting high. When she knew she was going to flunk out at the end of second semester, she simply packed her shit and left, saying she was going to hitchhike until she found a commune. What a loser!"

Derby said, "If you want to see a loser, you should meet my roommate. He's the stereotypical nerd. Star Wars posters, Transformers t-shirts, Lord of the Rings movie memorabilia collection, the works!"

Anna piped up, "Please don't tell me he has an English-Klingon translation dictionary!"

They all laughed, and then Karen said, "I'll bet he hasn't unpacked it yet. It's probably in the same box with his Stargate Academy pajamas."

Anna managed to look serious for a moment as she asked Derby, "Is that the same carton he packed all his miracle-cure acne medicines in, you know, the ones that just don't seem to work for him?"

All three of them howled with laughter at that one. Derby really liked having fun with these girls, especially since it was at the dweeb Martin's expense. It didn't hurt anything that both of these girls were really very cute.

After they had recovered a little, Karen said, "Anna, one of the reasons I asked you to come over here tonight, besides the fact that I really wanted to get to see you, was to see if you wanted to have some fun. You know, see what the best part of college can be like."

"What do you mean?" Anna asked.

"I told you over the summer about my boyfriend, Brad, right?"

Anna said, teasing, "Oh yeah, the phenomenally sexy hunk that makes you weak every time you think about him."

"Shut up, freshman," Karen said. "Yes, him. His fraternity is having a "welcome back to school" party tonight. Do you want to come with me? You can bring your boyfriend along."

"Derby's not my boyfriend!" Anna squealed, feeling a little embarrassed. "He's just a guy I met when I got here. He helped me and my folks drag my stuff into my room, and then he called me tonight just as I was ready to come over here. He was nice enough to walk me over here."

"Oh," Karen said, openly eying Derby from head to toe, "so you're just the perfect gentleman type, huh? Well, seriously, that was a really nice thing to do. Anna is just too cute to walk around alone at night. And with a guy as big and strong-looking as you, she was perfectly safe. Really, I think it's great that you volunteered to escort my innocent little baby-almost-sister here. And Anna, you could do worse than being seen walking around with a hunk like this."




Derby Ch. 03



Anna, seeming like she wanted to get off the subject, asked, "So what's the deal with this party?"

"Oh, the usual frat party stuff," Karen said. "Lots of beer, lots of booze, lots of fun, maybe a wet t-shirt contest and a wet boxer-short contest if the right people show up."

"Well, I'm certainly not going to join in on that!" Anna said.

Karen laughed. "No pressure, although I bet a lot of those frat guys would like to see those tasty, tiny titties of yours."

"Karen!" Anna exclaimed.

"Like I said before, lighten up! I might just join in, if I get drunk enough. And there's no way you're not going to stay right with me to watch the wet boxer-short contest. You're in college, girl. Time to lose your innocence. So, what do you say, guys, are we going?"

"Anna," Derby said, "I'll stay with you just in case any guys try to hit on you or anything, if you like."

"Then it's settled. I just have to change shirts." Before Derby or Anna knew what was happening, Karen had stripped off her shirt and was unclasping her bra. When it was off, she stood there in front of them, topless for a moment, and then grabbed a tank top out of a drawer and pulled it over her head. It was only when she was smoothing it over her very nice-looking breasts that she said, "Oops, I guess I shouldn't have done that. Oh, well, at least maybe now I can get Derby to vote for me if I enter the contest, now that he's seen me up close. Come on, let's go."

The three left Karen's sorority house and headed out on fraternity row. They passed a few houses, and then went up the front walk of the house Derby had seen earlier in the day, the one with the volleyball court in the side yard and the beer truck out front.

"This is your boyfriend Brad's house?" Derby asked, trying to keep the excitement out of his voice.

"Yeah. If I'm going to show you two how college kids party, this is definitely the place to do it. This is THE party spot on campus."

As soon as they walked in the front door, Karen was grabbed by a huge shirtless guy whose chest and arms were covered in tattoos. He picked her up and kissed her roughly, ramming his tongue in her mouth. She kissed him back just as hard.

"Hey, Mountain," Karen laughed when he had put her down. "Just as shy as ever, I see. Where's Brad?"

"Probably upstairs getting his knob polished by two blond cheerleaders," Mountain rumbled.

"Oh," Karen laughed. "Just as gentlemanly, too."

As they walked away, Anna asked, almost fearfully, "Who was that guy?"

"Everyone calls him Mountain, for obvious reasons. He's one of Brad's friends. He's also the resident tattoo artist. He did every bit of ink on him himself, using mirrors. Did you ever try to draw in a mirror? That's really hard to do. Imagine how hard it would be to tattoo yourself. But Brad does excellent work. A lot of the guys have at least some of his work. If you're good, I might show you what I had him do on me. Of course, if I get drunk enough, you might see anyway."

At that point, two more frat brothers approached Karen, one from each side. Both leaned in and kissed her on the cheek, and each of them grabbed one of her breasts. She kissed them both warmly on the mouth. "God, it's good to see you guys. I missed you all summer. Oh, I'm sorry, Drake and Jerry, this is Anna, a freshman from my high school, and her friend Derby."

Drake and Jerry both shook hands with Derby, and Drake dropped to one knee in front of Anna, took her hand and theatrically kissed the back of it. Jerry grabbed Anna, scooped her up in his arms like a child, and said, "Little girl, do you want a piece of candy?"

"Dammit, Jerry," Karen said, sounding a little annoyed, "knock it off. She's not ready for that. She just got here, for God's sake. Put her down!"

Jerry complied, grinning. "I'm just friendly," he said.

"No, you're just a major pervert. She's eighteen, you idiot. Way too old for your tastes. Brad's told me about how you like to hang out at the middle school," Karen said.

"Did he tell you how he begs me to come along?" Jerry asked.

"You're insufferable, you know that?" Karen said, still sounding a little irritated.

"Speaking of insufferable guys that you love," Drake said, "Brad's up in his room."

Karen motioned Derby and Anna to follow her upstairs. "These guys are really all harmless. They just like to have fun. Although, that Jerry is a little weird. In fact, he's pretty much of a jerk."

When they got to Brad's door, Karen made a motion to the other two to be quiet. She tiptoed over to Brad, who sat at his desk, his back to the door. Karen put her hands over his eyes. "Guess who?" she asked, disguising her voice.

"I give up, who?" Brad answered.

"Your favorite internet porn star," Karen answered.

"Damn, I was hoping it was my girlfriend, Karen. She's hotter."

"Right answer, baby!" Karen said, moving around to kiss him. "But before you do anything to test your theory, you should know that I brought guests. Guys, this is Brad. Brad, this is Anna, the girl from my town I've told you about, and her friend Derby. They're both freshmen. I wanted to show them how college kids party."

Brad stood and shook hands warmly. "You came to the right place. This is Party Central. Let's go downstairs and I'll show you kids around."

As soon as they got downstairs, someone shoved plastic cups of beer into each of their hands. Anna immediately looked uncomfortable. "I don't like beer," she whispered to Derby.

"What do you like?" Derby asked, taking a big gulp of his.

"I don't know. I've never had much to drink. I've tried beer, which I don't like, and I've had some wine and wine coolers, but nothing else.

"OK. Look, there's a table with punch bowls. Let's get you some of that," Derby said. They walked over to the table together.

A frat brother was sitting behind the makeshift bar, mixing drinks and serving punch. "What's your poison, little lady?" he asked.

"I'd like some punch," Anna answered.

"Unleaded, super, or (drum roll, please!) racing fuel?" he said with an evil glint in his eye.

"What's the difference?" Derby asked.

"Unleaded is plain, unadulterated fruit punch with a little ginger ale to jazz it up. Super is the same, with enough grain alcohol added to make it interesting. If you pace yourself, you can drink that shit all night and still wake up for lunch. Racing fuel is, well, let's just say, strong. Real fuckin' strong. It's about 2/3 punch and 1/3 grain. Guaranteed to speed you on your way to oblivion," the bartender answered.

"I'll take the unleaded," Anna said.

"She'll have the super," Derby said to the bartender. To Anna, he said, "Just try it. If you don't like it, I'll get you the plain stuff."

They wandered off with their cups, talking. To his surprise, Anna finished her punch at the same time Derby finished his first cup of beer. "Refill?" he asked.

"Sure, why not. You know, that stuff really tasted good," Anna said.

"This has potential," Derby thought. "If she gets a little drunk, maybe she'll be easy to fuck." He got another beer for himself and another cup of super.

The party was definitely heating up. People were dancing in several of the rooms downstairs, and there was loud music everywhere. Suddenly, Anna squealed and jumped.

"What's wrong?" Derby asked.

"That guy just grabbed my ass!" Anna said, looking horrified.

"Stay here," Derby said. He marched over to the guy Anna had indicated and grabbed him by the shoulder, spinning him around.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" Derby growled in the guy's face.

"Having fun, dude. That's what we're here for. To have fun."

Derby grabbed the guy by the throat and shoved him against the wall. "The lady didn't think it was fun, asshole! You owe her an apology."

"Fuck you, freshman," the guy gasped, trying to break Derby's hold on his throat.

"Yo, yo, break it up, break it up!" Brad yelled, rushing over and grabbing Derby. "What the hell's going on?"

"This motherfucker grabbed Anna's ass. So I'm gonna break his hand."

"No, you're not. Outsiders do not lay a hand on a brother in this house. Now, I know you couldn't have known that, so I'm not going to kick you out, but you need to back off," Brad said to Derby. To the other guy he said, "Joel, I'm going to break both of your hands if you don't apologize to both the lady and to my man Derby. And no bullshit. You know I can do it, and you know no one's going to stop me. Rule #1 of parties here: you don't touch chicks that aren't asking for it. You know that. And she's definitely not asking for it. She's here with a guy, and you disrespected both of them. So apologize to both of them, and then go get another drink.

Joel did as he was told, and shook Derby's hand. After that, Brad announced, "OK, show's over, everyone. Drinks are on the house!"

"They were anyway," someone yelled.

Brad laughed and said, "I know, but it sounds cool to say that. Come on everyone, let's party!"

There was a lot of cheering, and then the incident seemed forgotten. By everyone but Anna, anyway.

"Derby," she said, "can I talk to you where it's not so noisy?"

"Sure. We can go outside. Let's get refills on our way out."

When they were away from the worst of the noise, Anna said, "Thank you. You didn't have to do that."

"Yes I did," Derby said. "It makes me furious when someone is disrespectful to someone I like. That jerk had no right to do that to you. And besides, well,... it's just that,... oh, forget it."

"What is it Derby?" Anna asked.

"Nothing. I don't want to talk about it. It's just,... well,... it brought up a bad memory."

"Tell me, Derby," Anna said, taking his hand in her own. "I'm a good listener."

Derby said nothing for a minute, leading Anna over to a back corner of the yard and inviting her to sit with him on the grass under a tree. He turned on his well-rehearsed act, staring off in to space, his face turned slightly away from her, until he was able to work up some tears in his eyes.

"When I was a senior in high school, I had a girlfriend. She and Todd had been my best friends for years. We knew everything about each other, and Megan and I fell in love. She was everything to me. Sometimes we went places as a threesome, sometimes we would double date with his girlfriend of the week, but mostly, it was Megan and me. We even applied to the same colleges. I was going to ask her to marry me.

"Then, they did the most disrespectful thing to me that anyone could do. The night of our high school graduation, I caught them in bed together. My best friend and the girl I loved! Can you imagine how I felt?" At that point, Derby turned to Anna and let her see his tears.

She sat there holding his hand. "Go on," she said. "I told you I'm a good listener. Let it out."

"I'm sorry, Anna," he said with a convincing fake sob. He wiped away his tears. "It's rude of me to talk about another girl to you. But you're so nice. I just had to tell someone. And that bastard in there grabbing you, showing a beautiful girl like you a complete lack of respect, just pissed me off. And when he acted like he did with me, it just brought it all crashing back. Another guy was trying to do something with a girl I care for. I just saw red."

Anna said, "That's so sweet of you, Derby. It means a lot to me that you defended my honor, and it means a lot to me to hear you say that you care." She hugged him, and he hugged her back. They held each other for a while.

Derby said, softly, "That's the truth, you know. There's something about you that does make me care a lot about you."

Anna pulled back from their embrace and looked at Derby, searching for the tenderness she heard in his voice. Satisfied, she said, "I'm starting to care a lot about you, too."

When Derby leaned in to kiss her, Anna let it happen. Then, she responded, kissing him back warmly, but tenderly, the way he had kissed her.

Derby assumed she was a virgin, and not very experienced with guys. This was a problem, but it could also work to his advantage. Since she seemed innocent, he would have to be careful to not move things along too quickly, but, at the same time, he might be able to use looks, lines, and gestures that might loosen her up. Some more punch couldn't hurt, either.

They resumed hugging and talking, sipping their drinks. After a while, their cups were empty. Derby said, "Let's go back in and get another drink." He stood up, and pulled Anna to her feet.

"Oh, wow," she said. "I think I'm starting to feel that punch."

"Don't worry, Anna, I took care of you before, didn't I? Just relax and enjoy yourself. I'll make sure you're OK," Derby said, putting his arm around her as they walked.

When he got to the bar, the bartender said, "Another draft, and another super punch for the little lady?"

Derby said, "A draft, yes. Could you make the punch half-and-half?"

"Half super and half unleaded?" the bartender asked.

"Half super and half racing fuel," Derby answered.

The bartender smiled and filled their cups.

When Anna tasted her punch, she said, "Whoa! This stuff burns going down!"

Derby said, "They just made a new batch. The bartender said he may have gotten too much ginger ale in it, so it might have a little extra zip."

"Yeah, it does. Whew! Well, do you want to dance?"

"Sure."

They started dancing to the blaring hip-hop music. Anna was obviously getting a little "happy," and on some of the numbers with more risque lyrics, she was doing more risque dance moves. Derby was pleased to see that she was loosening up. But he was starting to get impatient to loosen her up a whole lot more.

After a few dances, he pulled her off the dance floor.

"Wow, that's thirsty work," she said, her words slurring slightly.

"Let me get you a fresh drink," Derby said.

"Are you trying to get me drunk?" Anna asked, giggling.

"Why, are you drunk?"

"I think I'm getting there."

"I said I'd take care of you, didn't I? I meant it, sweetie, I'm here for you. Remember, I care about you. I'll just get us fresh drinks, and then we'll go outside for some air and some quiet."

"OK."

Derby got Anna another half-and-half punch, and himself another beer. He had some experience in drinking, and he had an idea of his limits. He fully intended to pour most of his beer on the ground while Anna wasn't looking.

This time, when they sat under the tree, Derby immediately drew Anna into his arms and kissed her. She kissed him back, still keeping her kisses affectionate, but not passionate. Derby decided to try to move things along. After several long kisses, he pulled away slightly and looked at her. "You're really very beautiful, you know."

"Oh, stop that," Anna said, giggling. "I am not."

"You are. I'm so lucky to have you with me tonight. I just want to kiss and hold you. Like this." With that, Derby gently brushed Anna's long black hair aside, and began to kiss her lightly on the side of her neck.

"Mmmm," she said.

"And like this." Derby pulled the collar opening of her t-shirt slightly to the side so he could rain tiny kisses on her throat and collarbone.

He could feel her small hands on his shoulders, pulling him closer to her. "Oh God," she whispered.

"And like this." Derby kissed her on the mouth again, this time pressing his tongue against her lips. After only a moment's hesitation, Anna parted her lips so their tongues could caress each other. This time, the kiss lasted quite a while.

When they broke the kiss, Anna stared at Derby. "I'm really attracted to this guy," she thought to herself. "He's a really good kisser. He's so sensitive. And he's such a big, strong, noble guy. I'm going to have to watch myself, or I might get carried away."

Derby was staring right back at Anna, thinking, "She's getting pretty drunk. I wonder how fast I can get her naked. I'll bet, with as tiny as she is, she's going to be really, really tight. Damn, I want to fuck her. Maybe another drink or two will do it."

They kissed again, and Derby let his hand stray to Anna's tiny breast. For an instant, he felt her stiffen, but then, she yielded to him, enjoying the feel of his hand on her as he stroked and fondled her through her thin t-shirt and bra.

Derby felt her nipple harden under his touch. Good. He kissed her again, a little more passionately than before, and she responded. His hand moved down her side to the hem of her shirt, and then back up again under the fabric. When he touched her breast through just her skimpy, lacy bra, he could feel her little hard nipple clearly. Continuing his kiss, he worked his hand under the bra until her bare nipple was between his fingertips. Still, their tongues danced.

When Derby's hand left Anna's breast and moved down to the waistband of her shorts, Anna placed a restraining hand on him and came up for air. "Please, I'm not ready for that. I've already done more with you than I've ever done with any guy. I'm sorry," Anna said. She took a big gulp of her drink.

"No, I'm sorry," Derby said. "It's just that I feel so close to you already, and you're so beautiful. You're the first girl I've been able to trust with my feelings since Megan did what she did to me. Do you want to go inside? Can you forgive me?"

"Of course I forgive you. It's me, not you," Anna said. "Yes, let's go inside. This is supposed to be a party, so let's have another drink!"

Derby helped Anna to her feet. She was becoming visibly intoxicated. When they got inside, she went onto the dance floor and began to shake her cute little ass to the music. Derby went back to the bar.

Jerry sidled over to him. "Hey, Derby, gonna get lucky tonight with the little Japanese hottie?"

"What's it to you?" Derby said, a hint of a snarl in his voice.

"For ten bucks, I can guarantee you'll get to do whatever you want with her."

"Yeah? How?"

"With this," Jerry answered, opening his hand to reveal an oblong, olive green tablet.

"What's that?" Derby asked.

"The answer to your prayers when you want to fuck a difficult girl. Rohypnol," Jerry said in Derby's ear.

"I don't understand," Derby said.

"Kid, didn't you ever hear of Roofies? You know, the date rape drug? Drop it in her drink, stir it around with your finger until it dissolves, wait a little while, and then fuck the shit out of her. She probably won't remember a thing tomorrow, and if she does, she'll probably think she just got shit-faced drunk," Jerry said, leering at Derby.

"Ten bucks, huh? I've never paid for sex, and that's what this feels like."

"You wanna fuck her or not? I'm a businessman, so I'll give you a warranty. If you get in her pants, I keep the money. If you don't, find me tomorrow and I'll give you double your money back."

Derby pulled out a $10 bill and gave it to Jerry.

"There's a room on the third floor, end of the hall on the left. It's one of our guest rooms. Get her in there before the drug takes effect, or you'll have to carry her. And don't expect her to be too responsive, 'cuz she won't be. But, at least you'll get to fuck her. And a young-looking little piece of ass like that? I envy you, man," Jerry said as he walked away.

It was getting late. The party was still going strong, but Derby was about out of patience. He wanted to fuck the little bitch, just break her cherry and get his rocks off. This was starting to sound like a pretty good idea. He'd only have to be nice to her until he got her upstairs and the drug took effect. Then he could use her any way he liked and leave. No more seduction bullshit, no more trying to trick her or sweet-talk her into fucking him, no more getting shot down, no more nothing, except getting his rocks off and getting the hell out. Nice!

He dropped the pill in Anna's fresh cup of half-and-half punch and stirred it with his finger until it dissolved. Then he collected her off the dance floor.




Derby Ch. 03



"Oh, Derby, I'm getting tired. I think I'm getting drunk," Anna giggled as she leaned into him for support.

"It's OK, sweetie, this is your first college party. Like Karen, said, lighten up and enjoy yourself. Look, I brought you a fresh cup of plain punch. Just drink that and we'll go someplace quiet to talk until you feel a little more steady on your feet. Then I'll take you home. Remember, I told you I'm going to take care of you," Derby said. To himself he thought, "Boy, am I ever going to take care of you!"

"You're such a sweet guy. I'm so sorry about earlier. I just don't know you well enough yet, even though you are really cute," Anna slurred as he helped her up the stairs.

"Don't worry about it, sweetie. Everything will be just fine. Look, here's a room where we can sit and talk, away from all the commotion downstairs.

Derby sat her on the bed and handed her her drink. She gulped it down.

"That tasted different from the others," Anna said.

"That's because there was no alcohol, but plenty of ginger ale," Derby lied.

"Oh. Thank you for taking care of me. I guess I'm not much fun. I'm ruining your night," Anna said, now struggling to put sentences together.

"Nonsense, sweetheart. I'm having a terrific time with you. Look, why don't you just lie down and get comfortable. This is one of the guest rooms. If you get tired, just let yourself go to sleep. I'll tell Karen where you are, and we'll make sure you get home OK," Derby said.

"Thanks," Anna mumbled as her eyes closed.

Derby waited a few minutes, and then called her name. No response. She appeared to be asleep. He called her again, and again got no answer. Then he shook her shoulder lightly. Nothing. He shook her more forcefully. She muttered something, but Derby couldn't understand her. She was ready for him.

He locked the door and took off his clothes. Then he began to undress her. She was dead weight. Her shoes, t-shirt, shorts, and bra were off in no time. She looked very small, very young, and very vulnerable. Her breasts were small, with dark little nipples. Derby grabbed one and fondled it, pinching her nipple between his fingers. She moaned slightly, and the nipple got hard. It wasn't until her pulled her panties off her and began to finger her trimmed little snatch that she gave any real response.

"What are you doing?" she whimpered softly.

"Getting you wet so I can fuck you."

"No, no, no," she mumbled.

Derby suddenly remembered something he had been told in sex ed class in high school. "No means no." That is, if a girl said no, and you fucked her anyway, it was considered rape. Well, this little bitch probably wouldn't remember what she said, and he surely wasn't holding a knife to her throat, but still, some morons might consider it rape. All of which meant, he had to be careful about evidence he might leave behind. Shit, he hated the damn things, but he needed rubbers. They were right there, in a nice little basket on the nightstand. Damn, these frat brothers do know how to party!

Derby opened a condom and put it on. He pulled her legs apart and positioned himself. Holding his erection, he began to try to enter her.

"No, no, don't," she fussed again, barely audible. She was hardly moving.

"Shut up, bitch," Derby growled. He wadded up her panties and stuffed them in her mouth as he tried to enter her again. No good. She was really small. Derby rammed a finger inside her and worked it around, then added a second finger, and finally crammed in a third. Anna was thrashing weakly, obviously uncomfortable, but he was relentless.

Derby pushed against her tight little slit again. It was better this time. With some effort, he managed to penetrate her so the head of his cock was inside. God did that feel good. She was so fucking tight. He pushed further and met the resistance of her barrier. He pulled back, and then slammed his way through it. Anna's scream was real, but very weak and muffled by her makeshift gag. Derby continued to force himself inside until he bottomed out. Then he rested for a few seconds.

When he pulled back, he looked down and saw blood on the shaft of his cock. "Good," he thought. "That blood and the lube on the condom should grease her up enough. I'm going to have the tightest fuck of my life with this one."

Because of the condom and the alcohol in Derby's own system, it took him a while to cum, even with how incredibly tight Anna's pussy was. That was fine. She felt really, really good. When he was done, he pulled out and watched her virgin blood ooze out of her. He stripped off the used condom and used her t-shirt to clean himself. The sight of her on the bed, naked, tiny, helpless, but no longer innocent thrilled Derby. In very little time, he was hard again.

This time, after putting on a fresh condom, he knelt between her legs and grabbed her hips, lifting her onto his lap. With one hand, he guided his cock back between her bruised lips. She was almost as tight as last time, but the mixture of her blood and the condom's lube allowed him to cram his entire length inside her with one vicious thrust. He pumped away at her until he came again.

Again, he used her shirt to clean himself. Then he got dressed. Anna continued to lie there, dead to the world but still breathing, motionless, her panties stuffed in her mouth, her pussy bloody. He picked up the used condoms, the wrappers, their drink cups, and her t-shirt, used clean areas of the shirt to wipe down anything he may have touched, shoved everything in his pockets, and left her there.

When Derby came downstairs, he spotted Jerry. Jerry gave him a thumbs up, but with a question on his face. Derby just smiled quickly and walked out the door. In the pre-dawn quiet, he made his way back across campus, disposing of the evidence in garbage bins he passed on his way to his room for some much-needed sleep.

Jerry wasn't the only one who saw Derby leave. Brad had seen him too, and he had also seen Jerry.

"I wonder what that was all about?" Brad thought. "And where is Anna?" He decided to go upstairs to see if he could find her.

Moments later, Brad came thundering downstairs. "Karen! Karen!" he yelled.

Karen came rushing over. "Brad, what's wrong?"

"You better come up here with me. Now. We have a problem."



Derby Ch. 04



When Brad and Karen got back from the emergency room, they were met at the front door of the fraternity house by Mountain.

"How's little Anna?" Mountain rumbled.

"She'll be OK. She's stable. The doctors said she was raped, but there was no semen, so apparently the bastard used a rubber. I guess we can thank him for that; at least she won't get pregnant. They tested her for STD's anyway, and so far that looks negative. They also found a very high blood alcohol level and traces of that damn date rape drug, Rohypnol in her system. But she's going to be OK, at least physically. What's happening here?" Brad said.

"The house is secure. The cops were all over the place, of course, but they didn't find anything except the sheets with her blood on them from the guest room. They asked a bunch of questions, but everyone either was ignorant or claimed to be. The worst trouble we'll get in is some underage drinking shit, but we've dealt with that before. We're cool," Mountain said.

"I'm going to go find that asshole, Jerry, and find out what he knows," Brad said. "I saw him talking to that kid Derby earlier in the evening, and when Derby came downstairs and left, I saw Jerry give him a thumbs-up. Where is that motherfucker?"

"We've already talked to him. Me, Drake, Joel, and a couple of the others," Mountain said.

"And?"

"We found his stash of Roofies and took them before the cops got here. Jerry's not a member of this frat anymore. He's not a student at this college anymore. He's also a very lucky guy, 'cuz the other brothers managed to keep me from killing him. But let me tell you, he's gonna be singing soprano for a long time," Mountain said.

"You mean you just let him go?" Karen shrieked. "You didn't turn the little pervert over to the cops?"

Mountain looked at her with genuine sadness. "Honey, the cops wouldn't have done to him what we did to him. He probably would have gotten away with a fine and probation. Like I said, if I had had my way, we would have been turning him over straight to the Medical Examiner so they could have figured out which of my punches or kicks killed him, but the other brothers stopped me and kept me from going to prison. It's OK, honey. He's going to need a lot of oral surgery before he can eat solid food again, and a lot of plastic surgery before his face stops looking like a Halloween mask. It's going to be a long time before he walks right, and if I did what I tried to do, he'll never fuck again. And he knows, if he ever says anything, we'll find him, and it will be a whole lot worse."

"What about that bastard Derby?" Brad asked.

"All anyone seems to know is that he's a freshman, and that he came here with Anna and with you, Karen," Mountain said. "We have people out looking for him, but it's a big campus with a lot of kids. But when we find him, I swear on my life, it won't be pretty."

"We have to find him," Karen said.

"There are thousands of incoming freshmen," Brad said. "Don't we know anything else about him?"

Karen said, "All I know is that he has some geek Trekkie for a roommate. If Derby said his name, I don't remember."

"I actually know a few of those weirdos," said Mountain.

"You do? How?" Brad asked.

"I do a mean Star Trek uniform insignia tattoo. You'd be surprised how many of those little twerps have cried their way through having me ink that on their chests."

"Call everyone of them you can think of and spread the word. Maybe we can get to this bastard through his roommate," Brad said.

"What if he does this again?" Karen asked. "How many of those pills did he get from Jerry?"

"I don't know," Mountain admitted.

"Shit, we have to work fast or some other poor girl could get hurt. If he does that, I'll hunt him down and kill him myself!" Karen sobbed.

"Calm down, baby. You'll have to wait your turn in line. But you're right. We have to make a plan to catch him, and to do that, we need more info. I wonder if he's done this before," Brad said.

"If he did, he didn't use Roofies," Mountain said. "Jerry said he had to tell the kid what they were."

"I would think if there were a violent rapist loose on campus, we would have heard about it," Brad said, "so maybe this was his first time. We just have to make sure it was his last."

"We should go to the police," Karen said.

"With what?" Brad asked. "There's no physical evidence to connect Derby with Anna's rape. Sure, we can all say that we saw him with her. So what? Any dumb public defender can point out how circumstantial that evidence is. The cops and doctors already hinted that they had nothing. No semen, no fingerprints, no DNA, no evidence. Even if Anna says she thinks it was Derby who raped her, they can say she was drugged by someone else, and it's only because she herself got so drunk before she got drugged that she doesn't remember any other guy. Hair samples? Clothing fibers? So what? They were together. One of the guys even saw them kissing in the back yard. There's no case. But, we know what happened, and we're going to take care of it."

Joel, who had been listening quietly, spoke up. "The little fuck has a nasty temper. You saw the way he came at me."

Brad said, "Well, you were out of line."

"You made that clear last night," Joel said dryly. "Shit, I was fucked up. I apologized. But with the way he blew up on me about Anna, are you sure they hadn't been seeing each other before?"

Karen said, "Anna told me she met him the for the first time the other day when she was moving in. He helped her with some of her stuff. Then he called her out of the blue last night and offered to walk her over to my house. I invited them both here. Oh, God, this is my fault!"

Brad hugged her. "Baby, don't say that. How could you have known he was like that? If he hadn't gotten to Anna, he probably would have gone for someone else. That certainly wouldn't have been your fault, would it? No, he's a predator."

"That's just what I was thinking," Joel said. "Did you ever see one of those nature shows when predators fight over their kill? That's what that douchebag was like. Some rogue killer animal fighting over his prey."

"So, how do you catch a predator?" Mountain asked. "Bait a trap?"

"I bet I could get one of my sorority sisters to serve as bait," Karen said.

"Pretty risky," said Brad. "Besides, they're all sophomores and up. This kid's a freshman. I remember when I was a freshman. I would never have dreamed of chasing an upperclassman chick. They were out of my league."

"Wait a minute," said Joel, "one of your sorority sisters, Maribeth, teaches a martial arts and self defense class. I took it last year. That little blond is a foot shorter and probably eighty pounds lighter than me, and she routinely kicked my ass. Maybe she could do a rape-prevention crash course type of thing for the freshman girls."

"Good idea," Karen said, "but we need to do something even more proactive. I know, my house can host a welcome party for the new girls. We have money in the treasury. When I explain to them the issue, I'm sure it will be a rubber stamp to appropriate the funds. We can have a bikini car wash later to replenish the money."

"I'll direct traffic," Mountain said, pulling himself up to his full height. "I'm sure I can persuade a lot of people that their cars need to be washed."

Drake, who had wandered in during the conversation, said, "I'll hit up my girl over at the Delta house. I bet if some of you girls get together, you can get all the sororities to chip in. That way, no one will think you're trying to get a jump on rush week, and you'll be able to reach more of the freshman girls. I'll go talk to the guys in the other frat houses. I'm sure some of them will help with the work. We can set up stands around campus, hand out invitations, that sort of thing. Make it into some kind of festival, but with a real serious purpose."

"Yeah," Mountain said, "if we attract enough people, maybe this asshole will show up, too. He can think it's an opportunity to stalk new prey, but there will be some safety in the sheer numbers. And if we spot him, I can have the fun of breaking him in half."

Brad said, "I like everything about this except the breaking him in half part. We have to do something to him that won't get us in trouble, but that will make sure that he's finished as a rapist. All right. Do we all know what to do? Let's go!"

In a matter of a few hours of phone calls and text messages, making plans, creating and printing materials, and general running around, every fraternity and sorority house had become involved in preparation for an entire weekend of activities. The events were to start the following evening, Friday. Different sororities would be hosting events at their houses all day on Saturday, and the fraternity houses would play host to still more activities on Sunday. A steering committee consisting of the presidents of all the houses had been formed to coordinate and manage all the separate events, and these people had created groups within their own houses to run events, whether the event was run by a single house or by the joint effort of several houses.

There were to be student speakers on date safety, date rape, responsible and safe sex, sexual predators, and self-defense. There would be "dry" parties, cook-outs, mingle sessions, and games. Signs and banners were made and hung all over the campus, fliers were distributed, announcements were made on the campus radio stations, and mass e-mails were sent to all students, with special invitations being sent to all freshman girls.

There were two purposes to these events. The publicized reason was to raise awareness of the potential for sexual predator activity and generally inappropriate or threatening sexual behavior, stressing the importance of the individuals' responsibility for their own dating and sexual safety, while giving the freshmen a social event where they could meet. The other motive was discussed on a need-to-know basis with a select few people working in the background: finding and dealing with Derby.

Surprisingly few people on campus seemed to know what had happened the previous night to Anna, which, in a way, was good. The point was not to spook Derby, but rather to catch him and punish him. Most of the people who had heard rumors about Anna's situation knew nothing of the suspect. It became clear that the police had no idea of Derby's identity. The college administration seemed only dimly aware of the whole situation. 

Mountain had contacted some of his Trekkie-type clients, hoping to attract all the young men who fit the stereotype that matched Derby's description of his roommate. Karen had organized a squad of decoys consisting of a few young-looking girls from her sorority, each of whom would be closely watched by at least two men hand-picked from a few of the fraternities. Every one of these "operatives" had been thoroughly briefed by Karen and Brad about Derby's description and known methods. A few of the guys from Brad's fraternity had organized themselves into a team which would be responsible for tracking down any leads on Derby, and for apprehending him.

The response from the student body was almost overwhelming. Fraternity row was so mobbed by students that the campus police had to be enlisted to help with traffic and crowd control. Donation stands were hastily set up, and it soon appeared that the costs incurred for the weekend's events would easily be met. It was decided in a conference call by the steering committee that excess funds would be used to pay Anna's medical expenses, including on-going rape counseling, and any leftover money would be given to the school to use for additional campus security patrols.

Some of the kids came for the free food and the mixer/party activities, but a surprising number seemed interested in learning about personal safety.

By 11 o'clock on Friday evening, the first real information about Derby came to light. After one of the seminars, a young girl stayed to talk to a few of the sorority sisters. She told them of a frightening encounter she had had with a tall, good-looking freshman boy named Derby. As soon as she mentioned his name, Karen and Brad were called in to talk to her.

It quickly became apparent that Derby's outburst when she had refused to kiss him had occurred about a half an hour before Derby picked up Anna at the student union. The informant, Josie, was unable to tell them anything they didn't already know, but she did confirm one thing. Derby's attack on Anna was not the only encounter he had had with a freshman girl. Karen and Brad let Josie think that her dealings with Derby were an isolated incident, and they reassured her that she had done nothing wrong. They also advised her to stay away from him,

A female escort was provided to take Josie back to her dorm, and frat brothers were recruited to watch over her surreptitiously until Derby was caught. Karen and Brad hoped that Josie would never find out how close she had come to having been Derby's sexual victim.

Early Saturday morning, Mountain barged into Brad's room. "Get up!" he roared.

"What the fuck, dude, did you ever hear of knocking?" Brad asked as Karen tried to cover herself.

"Sorry, Karen. Damn, you look good naked," Mountain said. Barely stopping to breathe, he said, "We're having breakfast with Derby's roommate."

"No shit! How did you accomplish that?" Brad cried.

"My little nerd-net paid off. It seems that a freshman by the name of Martin was seen in the campus infirmary early Thursday morning for a black eye. He said he walked into a door, but the nurse on duty didn't believe him. She's an X-men freak, and last night she heard about our search for freshman geeks in some chat room. She e-mailed Martin to meet her for a soda at the student union and finally got him to tell her the truth about his injury. We're meeting for breakfast in a half hour at the apartment of a grad student who volunteered to put the kid up for a few days until he can find a new dorm room. Martin's roommate is Derby. So get your asses out of bed!"

"Martin is Derby's roommate?" Karen asked, jumping out of bed and searching for her clothes.

"Didn't I just say that? Move!" Mountain yelled.

Martin was sitting at the kitchen table eating a bowl of Fruit Loops when Mountain, Brad, and Karen arrived. Introductions were made. Martin was obviously terrified by his experience, and the older kids did their best to put him at ease.

Martin told them, "I really hadn't gotten to know my roommate when I first got to campus, so on Wednesday morning, I tried to talk to him, and he just went off on me. I didn't know why he was so mad at me, but he threatened me. He scared me. Then he left. I didn't see him again until about 4am Thursday when he came into our room. It woke me up, and I tried to talk to him again, to apologize for getting off on the wrong foot. He seemed really worked up, and he started swearing at me and threatening me again.

"I told him that a girl named Christy had come looking for him Wednesday evening. I had told him about her stopping by once before, and he had told me never to talk to any girls that knew him, but when she came by the second time, I invited her in. She was really upset, because she had been calling him but he wasn't calling her back. He had left his phone in the room, and I knew she had called because her name showed on his caller ID. Anyway, she stayed for a while waiting for him, and then she left. She seemed really nice, and she was really pretty, and she made me promise to tell him that she wanted to talk to him. So, when he came in Thursday morning, I told him about her visit.

"That's when he went nuts on me. He started throwing my stuff around and ripping up my Star Wars posters. He even broke my light saber. He hit me and knocked me on the floor. He told me to get out and never come back, and then he punched me in the face and gave me a black eye. I got out of there as fast as I could and went to the infirmary. When I got out of there, I went to the dorm room of a Lord of the Rings expert I had met in a chat room my first night on campus. He went back to my room with me and helped me grab some clothes and my laptop. That's how the nurse from the infirmary got a hold of me. And now I'm here."

"And you're staying here," Brad said. "I'll have one of my frat brothers here in ten minutes. He'll bring some money to pay your host here for letting you stay for a couple of days, and he'll be sleeping in the living room until we have a talk with Derby. You see, we have an interest in his activities, too. He hurt someone we care about. But don't worry, Martin. You're perfectly safe. Derby won't bother you anymore. Hopefully, by the time classes start on Monday, you'll be able to move back into your room. Now, give me your room key."

"Why?" Martin asked.

"If Derby's there," Brad said, "we're going to talk to him and help him move out. If he's not, we're going to pack up some more of your clothes and get all your textbooks and stuff so you can start classes on Monday. We'll keep you posted on what's going on. You'll be OK."

When Mountain and Brad let themselves into Martin's and Derby's room, Derby wasn't there. They knocked on a few doors, but none of the neighboring kids knew where Derby was. Rather than wait for him, the guys gathered the things they had promised to bring to Martin, and took them to the grad student's apartment.

"Martin," Brad asked, "you said that you saw Christy's name on Derby's caller ID. Were there any other girls that called that you know about?"

"Christy called about five times," Martin said, and some other girl called two or three. Her name was Melissa."

"Any last names?" Mountain asked.

"No."

"OK, well, you've been extremely helpful. Now that our frat brother Adam is staying here, you'll be completely safe. We'll keep you up to date."

As they drove back to the frat house, Mountain said, "OK, Brad, what have we learned? Derby's got a violent temper. We already knew that from the incident with Joel, from what Josie said, and from the way he abused Anna. We don't have last names on these two chicks that were calling Derby, but we know that this Christy wanted to see him. She must know him. Do you think she went through anything with him like those other two did?"

Brad said, "I was wondering if both Christy and Melissa are victims."

Mountain thought for a minute. "I have an idea. Let's get a bunch of those name tags they use at conventions, you know, the ones that say, 'Hello, my name is fill-in-the-blank.' Since we have a big mixer planned for tonight, we could give them to everyone who shows up. If we're lucky, those girls will come. We can just have everyone on the lookout for girls with those names. If we're really lucky, some little fuck will have a name tag on that says 'Derby.'"

Brad smiled and drove faster. "I like the way you think, big guy."

On Saturday evening, fraternity row was teeming with kids. The weather was perfect, and there were food, sodas, coffee, and non-alcoholic punch available at every house. There were seminars and discussion groups on the lawns and porches of some houses, and music blared from the windows of others. Everyone was buzzing about how much fun they were having, and a lot of kids were enthused about what they were learning.

Every fraternity brother and sorority sister was looking for name tags that had Christy, Melissa, or Derby on them. Most of them didn't know why they were supposed to find these people, but they all had cellphone numbers for someone to call in the event they were spotted. A number of Christys and Melissas were approached by people saying they were looking for their friend Derby.

Karen's phone rang. It was Drake. "Where are you?"

"In the backyard of my house, making burgers as fast as I can. Man, can these kids eat! What's up?"




Derby Ch. 04



"My girlfriend and two of her sorority sisters are on their way over with a freshman girl named Christy. She knows Derby. She hasn't said much, but she acted really pissed when my girlfriend said she was looking for him."

"Oh God, that's great! I'm calling Brad and a couple of the others," Karen said.

It took some persuasion, but eventually Karen got Christy to tell her whole sordid tale. She told a story similar to the ones Josie and Anna had told. She had met Derby when he helped her move into her dorm. She had immediately liked him, and was pleasantly surprised when he called her that night. She told Karen about Derby's charming ways, the ice cream shop, and Derby's tearful account of his break-up with his girlfriend, Megan. Embarrassed, she finally confessed that she had slept with Derby her first night on campus.

"When I woke up the next morning and he wasn't there, I was upset at first," Christy said. "Then I decided he had left to save me the embarrassment of my new roommate's family finding us in bed together. I called him, but he didn't answer. I didn't think much of it, but when I kept calling him and kept getting his voicemail, I started getting concerned about him. He had mentioned where his dorm was, so I went over to check on him. His roommate didn't know where he was. I kept calling him, and then I went over to his room again.

"That time, I sat with his roommate, Martin, for about an hour. Martin had a completely different opinion of Derby than I had had. He said Derby was mean to him, almost violent. He also told me Derby had threatened him if Marin ever talked to any girls who knew Derby. That's when I started to think I had gotten used. And that's when I got angry."

Christy started to cry. "I'm not some slut, regardless of what you may think. I don't just sleep with guys the day I meet them. But he was so handsome, and so nice. He just made me feel like I could fall in love him, and then he just fucked me and left. I'm so stupid! I'm so ashamed!"

Karen put her arms around Christy and let her cry. After a few minutes, she said, "Christy, you're not stupid, and you're not a slut. You're a victim. Don't be ashamed of that. There was no way you could know what he was like. I met Derby myself, and I really liked him. But he hurt a friend of mine. You're not his only victim. At least one other girl almost fell for his lines, and he scared her badly when she wouldn't go to bed with him. There's no shame in being an innocent victim of a bastard like him. But tell me, honey, do you have any idea where he is now?"

"No," Christy sobbed. "And I don't want to know. At first, I just wanted him to like me. Then, when I started to suspect he had used me, I wanted to scratch his eyes out. Now, I'm scared of him."

Karen said, "It's OK, honey, you're safe. One of my sorority sisters and a couple of my boyfriend's frat brothers are going to take you back to your room and help you pack up some things so you can stay in a guest room in our house. Someone will be with you around the clock until we find him. And we will find him. He's not going to hurt you or any other girl any more."

Karen's phone rang again. It was Joel. "How fast can you get over to the Sigma house? A couple of the sisters are talking to a girl named Melissa. She burst into tears when they asked her if she knew Derby."

"We're on our way."

As soon as Brad and Karen saw Melissa, Brad pulled Karen aside. "Baby, please take this the right way. This is the fourth girl we've seen that Derby did something with, and each one has been hotter than the others. How does this kid get all these beautiful girls? Hell, I'd have given my right arm to go out with any of them before I met you. Did you think Derby was really that good-looking?"

Karen immediately replied, "Derby is beyond good-looking. He's hot. He's a hell of lot cuter than any boyfriend I ever had. Except for you, of course."

"Nice recovery."

Karen continued, "What I'm trying to say is, he's a major hunk, and he's also very, very smooth. He fooled me. I liked him immediately, and I thought Anna was very lucky to have such a great guy interested in her. When I saw them together at the party, I almost envied her, because I sure as hell didn't hook up with a guy that cute the first week of my freshman year. And when he went after Joel for grabbing Anna's ass, I was impressed. I thought that was a sign of chivalry. Even when she started to look a little drunk, he was acting like a complete gentleman. I'm going to try to talk to Melissa now, so make yourself scarce."

It took a lot of coaxing and sympathy, but Karen and a few other girls finally got Melissa to tell her whole story. It was basically the same as Christy's, with the added hurt that she had given Derby her virginity. Karen made the same arrangements for her as she had for Christy, and then reported back to Brad.

"OK, I thought I was pissed before, but now I'm really furious," Karen said to Brad. "That poor girl was a virgin before she met Derby."

"Are you telling me he raped her too?" Brad asked, his temper flaring.

"No. In a way, it's worse. He sweet-talked her into sleeping with him. He seduced her and took from her the one thing a girl can never get back when it's gone. I don't know. Getting raped would be horrible, and losing your virginity to a rapist would be almost unthinkable. But realizing that you gave your virginity willingly to a piece of shit like Derby would make a girl feel so stupid and dirty that, well, I don't know,.... I don't know how a girl could survive that." Karen looked like she wanted to smash something. "We have to find this asshole, Brad, we just have to!"

Like every one else, Derby heard about the parties and activities on fraternity row. He was a little concerned when he learned what the topics of some discussions were going to be, and he debated with himself about staying clear of the whole scene. But with Martin gone, he had nothing to do, no one to pick on. He was glad Martin was out of his hair. I appeared that Martin had taken a lot of his stuff with him, and Derby hoped that Martin would move out of the room permanently. Then, he, Derby, could fix the place up the way he wanted it, and he would have a place to bring chicks to to fuck them.

Bored, Derby went for a walk. It had been two days since he had last gotten his rocks off, and he was getting horny. He wanted to find some new chick, but the main campus was amazingly empty. It appeared that everyone had gone over to fraternity row. Derby knew it could be dangerous over there for him, if anyone had made a connection between him and Anna's rape, assuming Anna had even admitted to anyone what had happened to her. Derby hoped she was just too ashamed to come out and tell anyone that she had gotten so drunk she had let a guy fuck her and bust her cherry.

He finally decided that he should be OK if he just stayed clear of the frat house where he had gone with Anna and Karen. He knew that there would be a lot of fresh young girls at these mixers he had heard about, and he decided he should even attend some of the seminars to find out what pointers the chicks were picking up about guys like him. Maybe, he might even find out more about drugs he could use on any uncooperative piece of ass he took a liking to. It was time to go hunting again.

When Derby got to fraternity row, he was almost overwhelmed by the amount of sweet young pussy walking around. Hell, yeah, he might get lucky tonight. All he had to do was find one of those shy, insecure types, a weak specimen, and cut her away from the herd. He might even learn some pick-up lines that he could use to his advantage.

Almost the instant he got there, a beautiful girl approached him. "Welcome to the first annual Freshman Mixer hosted by the Greek council, cute boy," she said. I'm a Delta. My name's Jenny. What's yours?"

"Mike," Derby answered, suddenly deciding that anonymity could work to his advantage. "I'm a freshman."

"Well, Mike, it's nice to see that the college has stepped up its recruiting of hot guys. Here's a map of the street showing where all the house parties are, and the location of all the seminars and discussion groups. And make sure you wear this. I bet a lot of girls are going to want to know your name." She stuck a name tag on his chest and walked away, her ass swaying beautifully under her shorts.

As soon as Jenny knew she was out of sight, she got on her phone. "I just put a name tag on a freshman who looks a lot like the kid you guys said you're looking for, but he said his name is Mike. He's wearing a navy t-shirt and khaki shorts. He's heading west, and he's just about to pass the Delta house."

The voice on the other end of the phone said, "I see him. He fits the description. I'll keep him in visual contact and call the committee."

Derby continued walking. He was thoroughly enjoying the sights, checking out all the pretty, vulnerable young girls. Finally, he spotted a girl standing alone in the yard of one of the houses. She was slender, average height, with short brown hair, decent-sized breasts, trim waist and hips, and a pixie-cute face. The most important feature of all, though was her eyes. She looked just a little like a deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car. Perfect.

Derby dropped his map in a trashcan when he knew she wasn't looking his way, and then approached her. "Hi, um, Sherry," he said, reading the name tag just above her left breast. "I lost my map. Do you have one?"

She looked at him and smiled shyly. "Sure, Mike. What are you looking for?"

"I don't really know. Something interesting to do."

Sherry said, "I'm terrible with maps. I was looking for the martial arts demonstration, but I can't figure out how to get there."

"That sounds cool. Let me look. Oh, right here," Derby said, pointing to a spot of the map.

"OK, but how do I get there?"

"Walk with me," Derby said, "I'll show you."

They started walking down the sidewalk, and then Derby took her hand and led her into the dark side yard between two houses. "This is a shortcut," he said.

"I'm going to lose visual on our decoy Sherry and the suspect," a girl across the street said into her cell phone.

"Move, move, move!" a male voice barked into his phone, and several men began to jog toward the backs of the couple. Another man appeared from behind one of the houses.

"Hello, Derby," Joel said.

"My name's Mike," Derby sputtered.

"Yeah, well my name's Joel, if you remember. I don't really care what you are calling yourself today. All I really care about is that I owe you an ass-whupping."

Suddenly, Derby felt himself being thrown against the wall of the house. A huge body crushed up against him, pinning him in place, and a voice like an angry bear rumbled, "Remember me, Derby? The name's Mountain. I'll make sure you get to see me in good light so you can remember me for the rest of your life. You're gonna be one sorry little motherfucker."

The last thing Derby was aware of for awhile was Mountain's fist hitting him in the jaw.

* * * * * * * * * *

Jodi and Becca were roommates. They had been best friends in high school, and had always shared common interests. Both girls considered themselves very lucky that they had been accepted to the same college, since it meant that they would not have to face their first time away from their homes surrounded by nothing but complete strangers. The girls immediately requested that they be allowed to room together, and the powers-that-be had granted their wish. They had been thrilled when they learned that they were in the same Biology 101 class. That meant that the first class they would take in their college careers would be together.

The girls got up early on Monday morning, planning on having a quick breakfast in the dining hall before going to their first-ever college class. As they walked, they were discussing what everyone on their dorm floor had been talking about – the weekend's activities on fraternity row. They agreed that they had learned a lot about dating and relationships that they had never dreamed of in high school. Each of the girls had met a number of interesting new people, both girls and guys, at the parties, and both had begun some new friendships.

As they walked, they saw that the signs that had been plastered all over campus had been replaced overnight with a picture of a very handsome young man. He looked to be a little over six feet tall, probably about 200 lbs, lean, yet powerful-looking. He had medium-brown hair with some reddish blond highlights. He appeared to be sleeping.

As they walked, each picture they passed had something added to it. The next one they saw showed the same young man, with his ice-blue eyes open. Their coloring was made even more interesting by the contrast they made to his lightly tanned skin. It was hard to read his facial expression, but both girls agreed that the guy was attractive.

"What's written on the next sign?" Jodi asked.

When they had walked a few feet closer they could see that it said, "Come to the show."

"Come to the show? What show? Is that guy some singer or something?" Becca asked.

"I don't know, but he's pretty cute," Jodi said.

"Yeah, he sure is," Becca agreed. "Look, the next sign has a red arrow pointing straight ahead."

The girls passed a few more pictures like that one, and then Jodi said, "Look, there's a red arrow painted on the sidewalk"

"What's this all about?" Becca wondered aloud as they got to a sign that had a red arrow pointing to the left. The arrow painted on the sidewalk also indicated a left turn.

Becca said, "I'm curious now. Let's follow the arrows and see what's going on."

As the girls walked, they noticed other people looking at the signs and following the arrows.

Jodi stopped suddenly and looked at the new picture in front of her. "What are those?" she said, pointing to something on top of the guy's head.

Becca said, "Wow, it looks like someone photo-edited a pair of devil's horns onto his head. Bizarre!"

The next signs they passed had some changes. First, the young man's mouth was re-drawn so that the lips were curled up into an ugly smile. Then, the icy-blue eyes were replaced with fiendish red ones. The face was changed into a handsome but evil-looking face of the devil. Each sign still said, "Come to the show."

Then the arrows on the sidewalk and the sign pointed to the right across the grass. Red arrows had been spray-painted on the lawn leading to the rear of an old building.

"Look at all the people," Jodi said. "They're all heading toward that old courtyard with the fountain."

* * * * * * * * * *

Derby didn't really remember much from the evening before, although he had a vague recollection of a confrontation with the fraternity brothers Joel and Mountain, and a couple of other guys. Now he was struggling to wake up. He was cold, and he realized that he was in pain everywhere. He became aware of the sound of running water.

Before he opened his eyes, he tried to move. "Oh, shit! What the fuck? Why do I hurt so much? And why can't I move?" Derby opened his eyes. At first, all he could see was early morning sky and some tree branches overhead. Then he turned his head to the side, and saw the fountain in the courtyard where he had begun his seductions.

Derby was disoriented and sluggish. Was he dreaming? Do you feel pain in a dream? As he tried to clear his head, he began to understand the source of some of his pain. He was tied to one of the stone benches in the courtyard, his arms pulled out to his sides and bent under the bench at an awkward angle and bound together, and his legs pulled apart and tied at the ankles to some point beneath the bench. Another rope was tied tightly across his abdomen, effectively holding him prisoner. All his joints were screaming in protest at the position, and there was other pain as well.

Some vague impressions from last night began to surface in Derby's fuzzy memory. He remembered being in a room with Mountain, Joel, Drake, Brad, and Brad's girlfriend Karen. He was tied up and lying on some kind of table with harsh lights all around it. He remembered Karen screaming at him and spitting in his face. His jaws had been forced open by some kind of hard rod or stick crammed between his teeth.

Mountain had leaned down and said, "Get a good look at me, pretty boy. I am now your worst fuckin' nightmare. My friends and I all know what you've done. You've had your fun, but the fun's over now. At least for you. But you're actually a very lucky guy. My friends are actually your friends, too. They've made me realize that me literally tearing you apart with my bare hands could be fun, but it might get me in trouble. They also thought that disposing of your body could be a problem, so we've come up with a better idea."

Mountain held up a pill bottle and showed it to Derby. "See these? They're Roofies, the same thing you got from Jerry and gave to little Anna before you raped her, you little shit. You probably only gave her one, but you're a big, strong, handsome, desirable, sexy young guy, so you're gonna take two. I'd give you the whole bottle, but that would kill you. Then we'd still have a body to deal with, and I wouldn't have had any fun with you. So I'm just going to drop two in your mouth and then start pouring water in. Sooner or later, you'll either swallow or choke to death."

Derby couldn't really remember anything else. And now, he was naked, tied to this bench. There was a piece of cloth covering his groin. He attempted to sit up. It was impossible, but he learned something more about his situation. Able to raise his head and shoulders slightly, he could see that there were black marks on his chest and abdomen. Then, he heard voices.

"Oh my God, there's a naked guy on that bench!"

"What the hell? Is he tied up?"

"That's the guy in the picture on all those signs."

A girl's voice said, "What kind of a sick show is this? This kid puts his picture up all over campus on signs that say 'Come to the show,' and he has himself tied up naked on a bench?"

"Is that the same guy in the pictures?" another girl asked. "His hair wasn't pink in the pictures."

By this time, a crowd was gathering, and Derby could see many faces looking at him. Some were laughing, some were crying, but most just looked astonished. He tried to call to them for help, but the gag in his mouth made speech impossible.

Becca and Jodi pushed their way through the people. They wanted to see what the show was all about. When they got close enough, they could see that it was the guy from the posters, without the devil features.

"What's that written on his forehead?" Becca asked.

"It looks like someone took a marker and wrote 'rapist' on his face!" Jodi exclaimed.

"Are those tattoos on his chest and stomach?"

"Yeah, and they look really fresh," Jodi said. "Holy shit, the one says 'sexual predator!'"

Becca said, "Does the one on his belly say 'woman hater?'"

"Are those arrows that point down toward his, you know, his thing, that's covered with that piece of cloth?" Jodi asked.

"They look like it. And look, there's a string coming from between his legs and going over the edge of the bench. What the hell?" Becca said.

Derby was still struggling to move. The pain in many parts of his body was getting more intense now. His squirming caused the piece of cloth over his groin to shift and fall off.

A couple of guys standing near Becca and Jodi made some very ill-sounding noises. "Dude, look!" one of them said to his friend. "He's got a Prince Albert ring. It's all bloody, and there's a string tied to it. Fuck, that has to hurt! Look, it's stretching his cock out straight! That makes me hurt just to look at it! Oh God, if he moves, it looks like the damn ring's gonna rip right through the head of his dick!"




Derby Ch. 04



The girls just stared for a moment in shocked silence. Then Becca said, "There's lettering on his thing. He's got a tattoo on his penis! Ewww! What does it say?"

Jodi felt half sick, but she couldn't stop herself from leaning a little closer so she could read the black ink on the shaft of Derby's penis. "HIV+." Then she saw something in the blood on the bench. There was a broken toy light saber sticking out of his ass.