0 comments/ 23012 views/ 6 favorites Changing Claire Ch. 01 By: lolaluvv1396 I know this part of the story doesn't fit this category so much, but as it develops, it will more so. ****** Claire let out a sigh of frustration. She glared down at her nearly blank trig paper until the numbers and symbols began to blur, and finally, very slowly, she set down her pen, taking a deep breath to avoid crying. She always got very emotional when frustrated, a trait she didn't exactly love. She had promised herself that she'd finish her trig paper, but soon found herself reaching for a cheap romantic novel she'd picked up at a yard sale for comfort. The library was relatively empty, as the day was winding to an end, and soon everyone would be drinking and hooking up if they were popular, and browsing Netflix with a pack of Oreos if they weren't. Claire grimaced as she guessed which end of the spectrum she belonged to, alone on a Saturday night in the library. Before long, she found herself with her legs tucked under her, curled as comfortably as possible into the desk chair, lost in her novel. As cheesy as the story was, she felt herself yearning for the poorly-written passion shared by the main characters. "That's a great read." Claire looked up, a little embarrassed to be noticed reading erotic fiction. The speaker was a tall redhead scanning the bookshelf in front of her, and the small smirk on her face made Claire sure she was being made fun of. She knew the redhead from somewhere, which wasn't surprising, since campus was relatively small, but couldn't quite put her finger on where. She had a delicate, but unremarkable face, and long, tan legs that seemed to go forever beneath her black skirt. When Claire didn't reply, the redhead stuck out her hand. "I'm Alicia. I think we have Government together?" "Yes," said Claire firmly, finally placing her, "I'm Claire." She met Alicia's hand, subtly covering the lewd cover of her book. "I was just, uh, studying." "Right," said Alicia, still smiling, but not pushing the subject further. Claire stood up stiffly, stretching her legs, which seemed short and stubby compared to Alicia's. In fact, Claire realized just how tall Alicia was, and felt significantly dwarfed. Claire had always been on the smaller side, barely reaching 5'3 and now she stood straight and stiff to compensate. "Ugh, I guess I should be heading to bed soon," she sighed, beginning to gather her stuff. "Really? It's only 10." Claire blushed gently at her own pathetic social life, shrugging her shoulders. "Why don't you come out with me tonight?" Alicia offered. "I hear there's going to be a great party at Alpha house tonight." "Oh, I don't know..." Claire said, tugging on a tendril of blonde hair that had fallen out of her braid. She became suddenly aware of herself standing in loose sweatpants and old volleyball sweater, and felt raggedy compared to Alicia's polished look. "It'll be fun!" Alicia said, as though the decision was already made. "You can come to my apartment to get ready if you want." Without waiting for an answer, she grabbed Claire's bag and her hand, and yanked her out of the library. Luckily Alicia's apartment was relatively close to the University, so they didn't have to walk too long in the chilly fall air. Claire had moved north to attend college in New York from Florida, and she wasn't used to the cool weather yet. Alicia's place was in a building with three other apartments, but she had the whole bottom floor to herself. "My parents are loaded," Alicia explained as they entered the luxurious foyer. Again, Claire felt self-conscious. Her parents were middle-class teachers in a house that could only be described as cozy. She had had to work her ass off to get a scholarship, both at school and waitressing at a local restaurant. She tried to push the thought of her unfinished Trig paper into the back of her mind as she stared in awe in Alicia's fancy electronics and stylish furniture. Alicia handed Claire a beer, and casually turned on the stereo, surprising Claire with a smooth, sassy tune. "I love jazz," Claire said, volunteering personal information for the time all night. "I play tenor saxophone." She winced as she said it, hoping Alicia didn't think she was nerdy for playing an instrument. "That's really cool," Alicia seemed genuine. "I used to play piano, but it's been forever." She began to walk down the hall, and Claire followed her. Alicia's bedroom wasn't as extravagant as the rest of the apartment, with a twin bed, full length mirror, and not much else. But whatever the bedroom lacked was made up for by the giant walk-in closet slightly agape in the corner of the room, stuffed with clothes. Alicia must have seen Claire staring because she chuckled. "You can borrow whatever you want for tonight. I didn't think you'd want to go in that." Claire felt Alicia's eyes scanning her outfit, and felt the faint sting of her passive-aggressive comment. "I don't know if any of your clothes will fit me," Claire said softly, glancing down at her own curvy body. Her big chest and butt were even visible through her baggy clothes, and though her thighs were firm and muscular, they weren't exactly thin. "Don't be silly!" Alicia called, already rifling through the closet. Claire was flattered that Alicia wanted to let her use her clothes, and was excited to have made a possible friend, but when Alicia tossed her a tiny white dress, Claire was ready to make up an excuse to leave. "Uh, Alicia-" Claire began, but she was already throwing more dresses out at her. Claire sighed and picked up the most respectable one, hoping she could somehow put it on without ripping it. "Where should I change?" "In here, silly," Alicia said nonchalantly, walking out of the closet and removing her skirt. "We're both girls." Claire found herself staring at Alicia's long, naked legs, and had to shake her head a little to focus. She focused her gaze on the ground and removed her sweats as modestly as possible. "Oh, you can't wear those underwear with that dress," Alicia said, and Claire looked up in disbelief. Alicia stood only in a tiny black thong, her small nipples pointing toward the ceiling. "What?" "Panty lines," Alicia explained, not bothering to cover her body, which even Claire had to admit was impressive. Her flat stomach and perky breasts made her delicate features look even sweeter, and she had a surprisingly curvy butt for such a thin figure. Claire was relieved when Alicia finally put on a short emerald-green dress with a black belt. "Lose the bra, too," Alicia said, turning to fix her hair. Claire held her breath as she removed her sweater and tank top and stood in her underwear. She glanced up to make sure Alicia was still preoccupied before quickly shoving down her underwear and snapping her bra off and throwing on the black dress. She managed to fit it over her chest with minimal difficulty, but had some trouble getting it down over her hips. She shook her butt a little to wiggle the fabric down, and glanced up to see Alicia laughing at her. Claire's face turned bright red as she knew her whole ass was displayed, and her front was barely covered. She managed to shove the dress down so the hem ended a few inches above her knee, and not too much cleavage showed. The only thing was, while it would have looked appropriate on Alicia, it was lewdly tight on Claire, so that even the outline of her nipples showed through. "Wow," Alicia said, staring at Claire, an open thing of mascara in her long, pretty fingers. "That looks great on you." "Really?" gasped Claire, tugging a little at the clingy fabric. She stood in the mirror, and noticed for the first time the dress was mostly just lace, showing off scandalous sections of skin on her legs and chest. "Totally." Alicia stood behind her, and delicately removed the hair band from Claire's hair, so that her wavy blonde hair fell down her back. Alicia smiled in approval and handed Claire the mascara. Claire never really wore makeup, but applied the black goo to her lashes, admiring the affect it had on her gray eyes. Her dad had always called mascara "massacre" because he claimed only ugly girls needed makeup, but Claire definitely wasn't minding it. Alicia looked gorgeous. Her hazel eyes were outlined with black makeup, and her hair made her skin look tan and creamy. Claire felt a pang of jealousy at Alicia's perfect legs, tapering off into a pair of black strappy heels. Alicia handed Claire a pair of high-heeled knee-high boots, which were a little big, and Claire wobbled a little as she attempted to walk. Alicia laughed and handed her a pair of flat ankle boots instead along with a denim jacket. Suddenly a girl burst into the room, obviously wasted. She had blonde hair that was curled all around her head, and a goofy grin that made her brown eyes sparkle. She had on tiny denim shorts and a sequin shirt that showed off her bellybutton ring, and Claire wondered how she wasn't freezing. Without a word of explanation, she flopped onto Alicia's bed and began to giggle. "Dammit," sighed Alicia. "Claire, this is my roommate, Tanya." Tanya's hand tossed uselessly in the air as a way of greeting. Alicia lowered her voice. "She's kind of a lush." "I heard that!" Tanya cried, her face buried in a pillow, so it came out more like "Ihermat." Alicia rolled her eyes. "Let me just get her a bucket, and we can leave." Alicia hurried into the other room, leaving Claire standing awkwardly to stare at Tanya, drunk on the bed. Claire couldn't help but be a little envious of Tanya's mental state. She probably drank all the time and thought nothing of it. Luckily, Alicia returned fairly quickly, and positioned a pot next to Tanya's head. "Ready?" Claire gave Tanya one last glance of pity and jealousy. "Yeah." The Alpha house was in full swing when they arrived. It was too cold for anyone to really be outside, so the house was crammed with people, empty cans, and cigarette smoke. Alicia led Claire into the kitchen and mixed her a drink. Claire sipped it, wincing as it scorched down her throat. Alicia laughed at her expression, and Claire had a feeling she'd be laughed at a lot that night. They brought their drinks out into the living room, where people were dancing sloppily to some rap song. "I'll be right back!" Alicia yelled over the music, and before Claire could protest, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving Claire alone, clutching her drink nervously. It wasn't long before a guy with blonde dreads began to dance up on her, trying to encourage her hips to gyrate to the music, and Claire did her best to ignore him. She swallowed the rest of her drink, and hurried off to the kitchen to discourage him from touching her. "There you are!" Claire turned to find Alicia with a sigh of relief. Alicia refilled Claire's cup and her own. "Come here, I have some friends I want you to meet." Claire had never been to a party like this. Back in Florida, she had only attended small bonfires and such, and she was a little overwhelmed by the number of people. She was sweating by the time Alicia reached her friends, and draped her denim jacket over her arm, forgetting about the state of her outfit. Three boys and a girl waved at them, and Claire sat on the couch facing them with relief. She was so glad that she hadn't worn those high-heeled boots. "Leeesh," slurred the girl, greeting Alicia. "And who's this beauty?" Claire was shocked when the girl kissed her directly on the mouth, just a peck, but still. "This is my friend, Claire!" Claire couldn't help but beam with pride at being introduced as Alicia's friend. The boys all waved casually, and as Alicia introduced them, Claire almost immediately forgot their names. "You guys want to dance?" Alicia suggested, and without waiting for an answer, began strutting into the stereo room. Claire loved Alicia's confidence, and grinned, getting up to follow. Once in the stereo room, Claire wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or Alicia's unwavering personality, but she found herself loosening up, swaying to the music with Alicia, and not even minding when one of the boys began to grind against her. Alicia put her arms on Claire's shoulders and brought her pelvis closer, wiggling enticingly, encouraging Claire to do the same. "I think my friend likes you," Alicia said into Claire's ear. Claire glanced behind her. He was attractive, with short blonde hair and mischievous brown eyes, his muscular chest showing through his shirt. "What's his name?" Claire asked Alicia over the music. Alicia smiled deviously. "Find out for yourself!" She playfully pushed Claire into him, and continued to dance with one of the other guys. "Hi!" The boy was a good dancer, and Claire found it easy to match his rhythm. "I'm Russell." "Claire!" She shouted with a smile, realizing she was a little drunk. She didn't mind when he put his hands on her waist, moving her body, and allowed herself to put her hands around his neck. She could feel herself sweating, but the atmosphere felt good in her alcohol-induced high. She couldn't believe she was dancing with a good-looking guy at a frat party in a daring dress when just hours ago, she had been planning which episode of House she would fall asleep to. Russell's hands began to travel up Claire's torso, his fingers tickling the sides of her breasts, and then back down so they grazed her butt. Claire's body began to tingle and she laughed nervously. Soon his lips began to brush around her ear, traveling down her neck in a trail of fire, over her collarbone and back up again. His tongue traced a line on her jaw, and Claire let out a quiet moan. "I think I need a drink!" she gasped, her face burning red. Russel smirked at her, and taking her hand, led her into the kitchen. As Russell mixed her a new drink, Claire scanned the room for Alicia, who seemed to have disappeared. He handed her the cup, and kept one for himself. "You wanna go cool off?" he offered politely, and Claire felt herself nodding. Out on the porch, the music was muffled, and the air was cool. Outside the atmosphere of the party, Claire realized just how drunk she was, and set down her half empty cup. "Are you having a good time?" Russell asked, smiling kindly. "Definitely," Claire said, nodding. Russell was looking better by the second. He had cute dimples on his cheeks and chin when he smiled, and his hair stuck to his forehead a little with sweat, but not in a gross way. The way that he kept a respectable distance only made Claire like him more. That and the fact that she'd had quite a bit to drink. "How do you know Alicia?" she asked, trying to make conversation to sober up a little. "She hangs around one of my buddies," Russell said with a shrug. "She's pretty cool. Plus, she always pays when we go out." He grinned. "Yeah, her parents are rich, right?" Claire said. "What do they do?" She found herself craving information. "Her dad's some kind of television producer, and her mom's an ex-actress," he explained. "Kind of cliché, I guess." "Would I know her from anything?" Claire shivered a little, but pushed the conversation. Russell noticed her shake a little, and took a step closer, which only made her shiver more. "Cold?" She smiled. "A little." He took another step, and she tried to catch her breath. "You want to go inside?" Claire couldn't seem to find her voice. She knew that in usual circumstances she would definitely go inside. She would tell Russell he seemed nice, but she needed to find Alicia and tell her she was leaving. But these circumstances didn't seem usual. Russell now had her back pressed against the porch railing, his hands holding onto it on either side of her, and his mouth was dangerously close to her. She licked her lips nervously, and in a moment of courage, met his lips eagerly. Despite her prudish personality, Claire had kissed other boys. She wasn't even a virgin. But nobody had ever kissed her the way Russell did. His tongue traced the roof of her mouth, his teeth grazing her lips. She found herself gripping his shirt, pulling his body against hers, whimpering into his mouth. His hands began to wander up her thighs, reaching under the hem of her dress, though they stayed on the outside of her hips. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, smiling. "You aren't wearing any panties," he accused her with a laugh. "You can't with this dress!" she protested, "Panty lines!" This only made him laugh harder, until soon they were both cracking up. "Seriously, though," Claire persisted, "I don't want you to think I'm that kind of girl." "The kind of girl who goes commando or the kind of girl who makes out with a stranger on a porch?" he teased. Claire frowned. "Yeah, I guess." She picked up her drink and chugged it without thinking. "Relax," Russell whispered. "I'm kidding. I wouldn't be doing this if I thought you were just some slut." "Really?" Claire beamed. "Well, I'm a guy, so, yeah I probably still would." He began to laugh again. Claire smacked him in the chest, grinning. He caught her hand and held it against him, bringing her back into his body, his hands back under her dress. His tongue caressed her neck and she sighed deeply. "Mmmm," she moaned as he nibbled on her shoulder. She felt his finger brush up against her under her dress, and her body stiffened. "Is that okay?" he asked, his lips still against her skin. "I, uh." Claire felt his finger push a little more persistently against her, until it was inside her. She squirmed a little bit, trying to focus, maybe protest. But the booze and passion had her tongue tied and breathing heavily as he added another finger. "Ohh." She grinded up against his hand, completely lost in lust, finding herself thinking of the erotic novel she'd been reading. The story line didn't seem so stupid now. Russell pulled away slowly, smiling sweetly at her. She met his eyes in a daze, and tried to pull herself together. "I, uh, think I should find Alicia," she said, but didn't move. "Okay," he replied, but also stood motionless on the porch. Luckily, before Claire could succumb to her desires again, Alicia burst out onto the porch, hanging onto the arm of Russell's friend. She was wasted, laughing at the top of her lungs, but Russell's buddy was all business. "We have to go," he said firmly, "I guess the cops are coming." Claire stiffened, scared, but the boys seemed relatively calm. Russell turned to her. "We'll help you get her home." "Okay," Claire whispered, and they hurried down the side walk back to Alicia's apartment. Claire was absolutely freezing by the time they got there, realizing too late that she'd forgotten Alicia's jacket. She tucked her chin down to avoid the autumn breeze, and was mortified to realize her stiff nipples showed right through the dress. She crossed her arms, hoping that nobody else had noticed, wondering how Russell seemed totally comfortable in just a t-shirt. Claire had to coax the keys from Alicia, who was half conscious, but they finally made it into the apartment. The stereo was still playing the same CD as when they had left, but the TV was also on, playing House. Claire guessed she wouldn't miss her episode after all. Tanya was passed out on the couch, completely naked, and Claire hurried to cover her up with a blanket, trying to avoid staring at her unshaved pussy, her large breasts splayed lewdly. Russell's friend disappeared with Alicia into her bedroom, and Claire stared after them, wondering if he was trustworthy enough to be alone with her in her state. "Don't worry," Russell said, reading her mind. "This isn't the first time he's had to bring her home." Claire nodded, feeling a little better. Russell cracked open a beer, and handed her one, which she accepted, even though she was on her way to being completely bombed. Changing Claire Ch. 02 Claire woke up in a daze. Her body was absolutely soaked, her head hurt so bad she could barely see, and her mouth tasted like stale crap. She tried to sit up, but her muscles were so stiff she could barely move. She squinted out at her surroundings and recognized Alicia's back porch. She also realized that she was totally naked, Russell was gone, and it was pouring. Claire wrapped the wet blanket around her body and shuffled inside. The kitchen was empty, but Claire didn't think Alicia would mind if she fixed a pot of coffee. She really wanted to find some clothes, but was nervous of what else she might find in Alicia's bedroom. So she tucked the blanket tightly around her, shivering slightly as she searched the cupboards for coffee. Of course, the coffee was Italian made, probably almost 40 dollars an ounce, and the coffee machine was so high-tech that it took Claire nearly 15 minutes to figure it out. "Need help?" Claire jumped around, nearly losing her blanket, to find Russell's friend looking amused. "Yes, please," she replied quietly, blushing. He easily maneuvered the coffee machine so that it was spurting out caffeine in minutes. The aroma grew intoxicating as it filled the kitchen. "I'm Eli," he spoke finally, getting two coffee cups out. "You're Claire, correct?" "Yeah," she said wearily. "Is it safe for me to go get clothes from Alicia?" "She's passed out, probably for the rest of the day," said Eli, his tone a little annoyed. "I'll grab you something." Claire sighed, and sat down at the mahogany dining table. She couldn't believe everything that had happened the night before. Never, in a million years, would she have pictured herself passing out drunk and naked next to a stranger on a hammock. She felt tears spring to her eyes as the humiliation set in. "Claire?" Eli stood before her, holding out a pair of black leggings and a red tank top. "I didn't think Alicia's jeans would really suit you." Claire knew he really meant fit her, and the tears fell faster. She tried to hide her eyes as she took the clothes, but was pretty sure Eli saw her crying. She was grateful when he directed her to the bathroom without mentioning it. Once in the bathroom, she dropped the blanket and dried her hair with a towel and put on the clothes that Eli had found. Luckily, they were pretty reserved, just way too tight, like the rest of Alicia's clothes. Claire wished she knew where her underwear were, and hoped she didn't look too erotic in the skin-tight outfit. She wiped her eyes and put on a brave face before going back into the kitchen. "How do you like your coffee?" Eli asked without looking at her. She hoped she hadn't made him too uncomfortable. "Black," she said, sitting down. Eli turned to her with a dubious smile, but handed her the coffee, before loading his own with sugar. Alicia took a sip of the rich blende and sighed contentedly. "Good?" Eli smiled. "I can't believe you drink this shit black. Must be a southern thing." He grinned. "How do you know I'm a southerner?" Claire asked incredulously. "Your accent," he explained. "I barely have an accent," she said, impressed. "Most people don't even notice it." Eli shrugged, but looked smug. "Why'd you move to New York?" he asked. "Change of scenery, I guess," she admitted. "Everyone says that your dreams come true in New York." "Yeah, in the city," laughed Eli. "Not around here. Usually this is the part of New York people only want to leave." "So why are you here?" Claire challenged. Eli looked at her defiantly, his brown eyes so light, they almost looked golden. He was about to answer when Alicia stumbled into the kitchen in just her underwear, looking distraught. "Hey, guys," she mumbled. "E, can you get me one of those?" she gestured to the mugs of coffee. Eli tore his eyes from Claire, and began to mix Alicia's coffee in an expert way that made it clear he'd done it before. "Where's Russell?" Alicia wondered aloud, making Claire blush. "He had to work," Eli answered, "He'll be back around 3." Claire glanced at the clock, surprised to see it was already 1:30. She rarely slept past 8. Then again, she had done a lot of unusual things in the last 24 hours. Once everyone had woken up a little bit, Eli began to make a very late breakfast of French toast, tater tots, and Sunny D, since that was all Alicia had in her kitchen. "Where does Russell work?" Claire asked shyly, not wanting to seem nosy. "On a cow farm," Eli answered. "In this town?" Claire asked incredulously. "Claire, honey, you really need to get out more often," chuckled Alicia. "Drive 15 minutes north and there's all farm land." Claire nodded, feeling dumb. Luckily, nobody could tease her anymore before Tanya pranced into the room, a glass of wine in her hand, wearing a tiny denim skirt and a skin tight t-shirt. She had her cell phone pressed to one ear, and she was purring naughty things to someone on the other end. Claire wrinkled her nose at Tanya, wondering how someone as cool as Alicia could even like her. "You look like you just smelled a fart," Alicia giggled. "You don't like sweet little Tanya?" Claire pursed her lips, not wanting to make a bad impression. "I don't know her enough to judge her." "Well, I do," growled Eli. Alicia shot him a dirty look, but he pretended not to notice. "Claire, we have game night every Sunday," Alicia said, turning to her. She still hadn't put any clothes on, and was intimidating in her tiny black lingerie. "You'll stay and play tonight, won't you?" "Who's we?" asked Claire, as though she had any choice in the matter. "Me, E, Russell, maybe Tanya," Alicia answered. "It's a small, intimate thing. Usually my other friends that you met last night come to play, but I don't think they'll be able to make it tonight. You have to stay, it'll be fun." Before Claire could answer, Russell burst through the door, carrying a grocery bag. He dropped the bag on the floor and immediately walked over to Claire, shocking her with an immensely passionate kiss. When he broke off, he smiled and tousled her hair, as if it were nothing. "Looks like someone had a good night," said Alicia, winking at Claire. "No!" Claire protested. "We slept together, but that's all. We slept." Russell shrugged when everyone looked at him for confirmation. "Claire, are you a virgin?" Alicia asked deviously. "No," Claire replied defensively, "I just don't feel comfortable...I don't know..." Tanya strutted through the kitchen again, cackling into her phone, saving Claire from having to answer. "Well," said Eli, serving Claire extra tater tots and staring after Tanya's barely concealed ass, "I think it's nice to see a college girl that actually keeps her legs closed." Alcohol was being consumed heavily, and by 5, another beer run had to be made. "You're 21?" Claire asked as Eli offered to run out and get some. "Not quite," he admitted, smiling, "But don't you worry, I won't leave you empty handed." He winked, and Claire wondered what he meant by that. But innuendos aside, she was having a really good time. For the first time that year, she felt like a real college student. She found Alicia out back on the porch with Russell, lounging in the hot tub. "Claire, come join us!" she cried, waving a glass. "I don't have a swim suit," Claire called back, disappointed. "Hello?" said Alicia, rolling her eyes. "The giant closet in my room?" Claire bit her lip. She knew if Alicia's regular clothes were scandalously small on her, she could only imagine how the swim suits would look. She finally nodded, and hurried into Alicia's room. She found Alicia's bathing suits fairly easily, and began to rifle through them. She gasped when she came across a giant purple dildo beneath them. She picked it up, and before she could stop herself, pictured herself masturbating with such a large thing, stretching herself out. She shook her head and threw the toy back into the drawer. She grabbed the first bathing suit she saw and quickly threw it on. It was leopard print, and clingy, showing off way more of her breasts than she was comfortable with, so she grabbed a t-shirt off the bed and threw it on over it. The weather was a little cool, but Claire figured that would only make the hot tub feel nicer. She mixed herself a cocktail and hurried out. Eli had already returned and joined the other two in the hot tub. "Nice t-shirt," he chuckled. "What's that supposed to mean?" Claire snapped. "Well, it's mine," Eli replied. "Oh," she muttered, embarrassed at being so snippy. "Sorry, I just grabbed the first one I saw." Eli smiled and shrugged. "What game are we playing tonight?" asked Claire, hoping to distract everyone from the smoldering look Russell was giving her. "Strip poker?" offered Alicia, nearly making Claire choke. "We played that last week." Everyone turned around to see Tanya in a tiny white bikini that showed off her big bust. Some of her pubic hair stuck out on either side of the bottoms, and Claire wondered if men liked that. Not that she'd ever had the guts to do it. "How about truth or dare?" Tanya sat between Claire and Eli, grinning. "Okay," Alicia agreed, and everyone knew it was her opinion that mattered. "But for now let's drink!" An hour later the sun was beginning to sink, and everyone was feeling pretty drunk. The stereo was playing weird techno music that Claire wasn't sure she liked, but nodded her head along to it anyway as she drank too much. "Okay, Claire," said Russell, "When we play Truth or Dare, if you refuse to do a dare or answer a question you have to remove something." His hand began to grope at her thigh, and she felt her body stiffen slightly. "You okay with that?" "Well, uh, I don't know..." she began. "Prude!" Tanya coughed, and Alicia laughed, looking hopefully at Claire for retaliation. Not wanting to disappoint Alicia, Claire nodded, smiling nervously. "Why not." "Okay, Claire, truth or dare?" Tanya asked with a cocky look, obviously testing her. "Truth," she chose, playing it safe. "Have you ever had an orgasm?" Tanya squinted at her, daring her not to answer. Claire decided it would be easier just to answer the question rather than remove her t-shirt. "Yes," she whispered. "Describe it," insisted Tanya. "That's two questions," objected Russell, and Claire beamed at him. Unfortunately, he took this as the green light to move his hand under her swimsuit bottoms, making her squirm slightly. She looked up and saw Eli staring at her, and was sure he knew what Russell was doing under the water. "Eli, truth or dare?" she said, hoping to distract him. "Dare," he said firmly. "Uh..." Claire had only ever played Truth or Dare when she was 10 years old, and was sure college students played it differently. But still, she did her best to keep it safe. "I dare you to do your best impression of a chicken." To her relief, nobody thought her dare was childish and everyone cracked up at Eli flapping his arms around and jutting out his chin while chirping. Russell laughed so hard that he removed his hand, relieving Claire. She liked him, but not enough to do that in front of anyone. She mentally cheered her own victory and chugged her drink. Nobody picked on Claire too badly, especially since she only ever picked truth. But finally Tanya got her. "You can't say truth every time!" She looked around the group for support. "Fine!" Claire gave in, even though she'd have a feeling she'd regret it. "I dare you to take off that t-shirt," Tanya purred. Claire was pretty sure that dare wasn't legal, since she was damned if she did, damned if she didn't, but she didn't want to seem like a sore loser, so she flung the shirt over her head without protest, hiding her busty chest the best she could under the water. Still, a good amount of cleavage was showing, and she could see everyone staring. "Tanya, truth or dare," Claire spat. "Dare," cooed Tanya fearlessly. "I dare you to take off your top." Tanya smiled sweetly and pulled the white top over her head, not bothering to cover nipples, which were stiff in the cool air. It was only a small victory for Claire, since she had a feeling that Tanya didn't mind people seeing her chest at all. At Eli's turn, things really got messy. "I dare all the girls to remove their tops." Alicia splashed him playfully, but removed her top, letting everyone see her perky breasts. Claire didn't really care if Alicia or Russell saw her topless, since they already had, but she felt strange around Eli, and was sure Tanya would make fun of her. Still, she reluctantly pulled off the top. Her dark nipples were also hard, and pointed straight into the air, and her big breasts could barely be hidden beneath the water. She tried to relax, but felt everyone sneaking peaks at her. She was obviously like a new toy to them, someone fresh to play their games. She just hoped she could keep up. The game continued to get more and more scandalous. Soon everyone was naked from denying outrageous dares, and Claire knew that if it weren't for the alcohol, there was no way she would have lasted so long. Tanya had just dared Eli to let her make him moan in any way she could without using her hands when Alicia put a stop to the game. "That's enough," she said, glaring at Tanya, and Claire sighed in relief. She had made it, and the worst thing she'd had to do was touch Alicia's breast, which wasn't really all that bad. Claire decided to get out of the hot tub as discreetly as possible while she still had her dignity, and wasn't surprised to see Russell follow her into the house. Soon, he had her pressed up against the wall, his erection against her stomach, his mouth pressed against hers. He began to kiss down her chest when she interrupted him. "Russell, I-" "Claire, baby, come on," he slid his mouth over her nipple, tracing it with his tongue. She sighed, feeling herself become aroused. She had only had sex twice before, both times with the same guy. She had only known Russell two days, for crying out loud, most of that time spent intoxicated. She had a million excuses to stop Russell, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. He bit down gently on her nipple and she groaned loudly, throwing all caution to the wind. Russell sensed this, and grabbed her other breast, squeezing it like a trophy. He continued to kiss down her stomach, until his tongue reached her clit, gently massaging it. She cried out. Nobody had ever done that to her before her, and god, it was thrilling. She grinded herself against his face, until he managed to drag himself away, kissing her so that she tasted herself for the first time. She growled into his mouth with arousal. He pushed her down to the couch, and lined himself up to enter her. He looked at her for approval one more time, and she nodded desperately. Oh, she needed it now. She had never felt so alive. He pushed into her slowly and she cried out in pain and excitement. "You okay?" he whispered into her neck. She nodded, biting his shoulder to keep from screaming as he began to thrust. His muscular back arched over her, and even his boyish ass looked irresistible. He pushed her legs up so that her knees were against her chest and began to pound away at her. She moaned loudly, crying his name into the dark, not caring who heard. She could feel her own wetness dripping down her ass, his balls slapping against her with every push. Her nails raked at his chest, and he grunted against her. She could feel her stomach cramping in a strange way, sweat pouring off her face. As her pussy contracted around him she let out a blood curdling scream, encouraging him to go harder. The orgasm seemed to tear her apart with exhilaration, agony, and absolute pleasure. "God, Russell!" she cried, and he gave one more desperate thrust before collapsing onto her, his skin hot against hers. "God, Russell," she repeated quietly, whimpering into him, as he panted on top of her. "Was that good?" he asked, still out of breath. "Oh, yes," she whispered. He smiled sleepily and they fell asleep just like that. Changing Claire Ch. 03 For the second time in two days, Claire woke up naked, this time with a guy on top of her. She groaned lightly, and pushed him off of her. His eyes opened half way, and he smiled sleepily at the sight of her. "Mmm, hey." "Hey," she whispered. She stretched out her muscles, feeling stress-free. Her body felt so good, and she wiggled it a little just to make sure it was real. She leaned down to kiss Russell on the shoulder. He stroked her thigh gently with his finger. "What time is it?" he asked. Claire looked at the clock and pounced off the couch. "Shit!" she yelled, searching the room for clothes. "What's wrong?" Russell asked, alarmed, but she just gave him a desperate look before darting into Alicia's room. "Hey!" Alicia cried out, throwing the blankets over her and Eli's bare bodies. Claire ignored her and ran for her closet, not even bothering to hide her nakedness from Eli. She grabbed the first clothes she could find and ran out, yelling a quick apology as her only explanation. She yanked on Alicia's red thong and matching bra. The underwear crept into her ass crack and the bra barely covered her nipples, but they would have to do. She pulled on the black mini skirt and red sweater before finding the pair of ankle boots she had borrowed for the party. "Mmm, you look good," said Russell, watching her from the couch, where he had his swollen dick in his hand. "C'mere." "I can't, I'm so late for class," she said breathlessly. "Who schedules an early class for Monday?" he asked her, and she shot him a dirty look, running a comb through her knotted hair. "Will I see you later?" she asked Russell, finally slowing down for a second. "Definitely," he replied. "What class do you have now?" "Trig," she groaned, realizing she never finished her paper. She scribbled her number down on a napkin and basically threw it at him, before giving him a quick peck on the cheek before flying out the door. She had thrown on a rather short skirt in her haste and could feel stares following her down the street as she sprinted to her class. She finally reached the building completely out of breath and 20 minutes late. She composed herself quickly before entering as quickly as possible, trying to yank the hemline of her skirt to a more respectable length. "Miss Partridge," announced her Trig teacher, Mr. Black. He looked at her with an annoyed expression. Everyone knew Mr. Black didn't take any shit, and his class was one of the hardest at freshmen level. She gave him a breathless apology before finding an empty seat directly in front. People were staring at her as though seeing her for the first time. She hadn't had time to tame her hair into her usual braid, and she was showing off a lot more leg and cleavage than usual. Claire fell into a sleepy stupor within minutes, hoping the lecture would go quickly so she could get some sleep before her afternoon class. She began replaying hers and Russell's night together, giving herself goose bumps. It was a totally new feeling for her, but she had a creeping suspicion that Russell wasn't exactly inexperienced. "Miss Partridge!" Claire nearly jumped out of her seat as Mr. Black quickly caught her attention again before continuing. When he was finally done, Claire waited for all the other students to leave before going to talk to him. "Mr. Black," she said softly, "There were some things I didn't really understand on the paper you gave us on Friday, and I was hoping you could help me." Mr. Black looked up cruelly, looking her up and down blatantly. She squirmed nervously. "Miss Partridge, I gave you two days to do the assignment. Maybe you should spend more time on your studies and less time prancing around like...well." He eyed her exposed cleavage hungrily. Claire caught on immediately and turned bright red with anger. She forced herself to calm down before speaking. "I'm sure I don't know what you mean, Mr. Black. But I guess I'll try paying better attention." She turned to leave. "Miss Partridge." Claire turned, ready to defend herself. "When that doesn't work out, feel free to see me." Mr. Black licked his lips. "I'll make sure you get what you need." Claire opened her mouth to speak, but thought better of it before rushing out of the lecture hall. The gray light outside hurt Claire's eyes, and god, she was exhausted. She groaned inwardly as she felt raindrops hit her and she dragged her feet down the campus sidewalk. By the time she got to her dorm room, she was soaked. She only had energy to strip off Alicia's wet clothes and flop onto her bed in just a robe. She had barely laid down when there was a knock on the door. "You've got to be kidding me," she mumbled, throwing her blankets off and stomping over to the door. "What!?" she snapped, winging it open. On the other side was the RN. Her name was something Ping, or something ethnic, but everyone just called her Smiley because of her unwavering good attitude. The entire dorm hated her and her optimism, and Claire remembered feeling sorry for her when she first arrived, and now felt bad for snapping. "Oh, hi. I thought you were someone else." Smiley looked a little shocked, but managed a weak grin. "It's okay," she said, graciously. She handed Claire a box. "This came in the mail for you, I just wanted to personally make sure you got it." Smiley beamed with pride in herself, and Claire took the package, hoping she could finally get some sleep. She thanked Smiley and was about to turn away when she was stopped by Smiley's hand. "Claire, is everything okay?" she asked, and Claire found herself beginning to hate the RN just like everyone else. "You weren't here all weekend." "Uh, yeah. I was visiting my cousin. He lives an hour away," Claire lied, and before Smiley could speak again she thanked her for the second time and shut the door. Claire tossed the package on her floor, and flopped back into her bed. She was asleep in moments. When Claire woke up, it was dark out. She moaned, realizing she'd missed all her afternoon classes, but decided it was better than falling asleep in class. She got out of bed, ready to go take a shower down the hall, and nearly tripped over the box that Smiley had delivered to her. Curious, she brought it to her bed and opened it with a pair of scissors. Inside were two envelopes, one large one and one small. Claire searched for a return address, but found none. She'd been hoping for a care package from her parents, but was sure this wasn't from them. Taking the large envelope, she ripped it open, and gasped when she saw the contents. Pictures showed her on the porch at the Saturday night party in a skin tight dress that barely concealed her body, Russell leaning over her, his hand beneath the hem of her dress, so that it was lifted, and you could see the bottom of her ass. His face was buried in her neck, and a look of sheer ecstasy was on her face, eyes shut, biting her bottom lip. There were five pictures with slight variations, but all showing Claire blatantly letting Russell finger her in public. Claire could barely recognize herself in such a sexual state, but the photos showed that it was, in fact, her, without a doubt. Fingers trembling, she opened the second envelope. Claire, I hope you had a nice weekend. From the looks of these photographs, I'm guessing you did. But how do you think the president of the university would receive these photos? How would he react when he saw one of his largest scholarship recipients whoring herself out on a porch in the middle of town? How would your loving parents feel about these? You don't have to know how these people would react to this information, because it doesn't have to happen. All you have to do is go to the library, and look through the encyclopedias at exactly 9:45 p.m. And make sure you wear that little black number with the red sweater that you flaunted today. Don't disappoint me, Claire Partridge, or you will have many people disappointed in you. Claire reread the photo and her blood seemed to go cold. She glanced at the clock and realized that if she was going to go to the library, she had to leave in five minutes. She didn't have time to wonder who would know all this about her, or who possibly could have taken the pictures of her and Russell. She jumped up immediately and yanked on the damp outfit she had worn earlier. The wet fabric clung to her body, making her squirm with discomfort. She took a deep breath, making sure to hide the photos and letter beneath her pillow, just in case, before rushing out the door. She ignored the catcalls from a group of guys as she sprinted to the library, simultaneously throwing her blonde hair into a pony tail to call less attention to herself. She reached it out of breath, checking her phone to make sure she was on time. Five minutes left, and she realized she had four missed calls. Normally, she would have been crossing her fingers, praying they were from Russell, but she could barely think about them now. Luckily the library was open all hours, but was deserted except for a snoozing old lady who was supposed to be monitoring all visitors. Claire signed in quickly, not bothering to wake her before hurrying to one of the back aisles that held the encyclopedias. She immediately saw another package, wondering briefly if it was safe to open. She would have told the librarian about a potential terrorist threat, but was worried the contents of the box would only bring her public humiliation and possible expulsion. Glancing around, she hurried over to it and began to tear at it with her nails, since she had no scissors. When she finally got it open she snatched the envelope out of it, reading it hastily. Very good Claire. Enclosed is an outfit I have generously purchased for. You will wear it from 7 o'clock tomorrow morning until midnight tomorrow night. You will not alter it in any way. Maybe you will learn your lesson about dressing like a tramp. Oh, and be sure to make an arrangement with Jason Black. We wouldn't want your grades begin to slip and risk your precious scholarship. Disobey, and needless to say, you will be sorry. Good night, Claire Partridge. Claire immediately got goose bumps, and scooped up her package without opening the other enclosed shoe box. She had a feeling she didn't even want to know yet. Her instinct told her that the blackmailer was Mr. Black. He was obviously a pig, and the way the letter used her full name struck familiar. Plus, he would have full knowledge of her scholarship. However, even being 90% sure that it was him didn't help her in the least. And what if she confronted him about it and was wrong? She would only be spreading the knowledge of her little rendezvous with Russell on the porch. Tears sprang to her eyes. She should have never even been at that party, never been with Alicia or Russell in the first place. She had never done anything of a scandalous nature before, but now was being punished severely for one stupid night. She checked her phone and saw two calls from Russell and two from her parents, and was filled with guilt. She didn't have the energy to call either of them back, and just walked back to her room fighting back sobs. Once she was back, she took off Alicia's clothes again, changing into sweats and a t-shirt. Looking in her mirror, she was comforted to see the Claire she recognized, the nerdy girl who loved to read and never went partying. Feeling a little better, she opened the shoe box and felt her heart sink. Inside was a tiny plaid skirt that flared out at the bottom, a white, sheer button up shirt, a novelty bra that was designed to only cover the nipples, and black knee socks with matching tennis shoes. No panties were enclosed, but there was a picture of a blank face wearing pig tails, making her designated hairstyle clear. Claire could no longer fight the sobs, and she threw down the clothes before falling to her bed, where she cried herself to sleep. Her alarm clock went off early the next morning, and Claire rolled out of bed miserably. She hadn't had a shower in three days, and felt gross. She grabbed her outfit without looking at it, and hurried down to the showers. The hot water felt good on her body, and she felt the strength rise in her that she was sure she would need for the day before her. She dried off and wrapped herself with a towel before appraising the outfit before her. Trying not to think, she hastily threw on the skirt, unsurprised to find it barely covered her ass. The novelty bra was next. Since Claire had relatively large breasts, her areolas were also big, and the tiny bra didn't cover them completely, no matter how she tried to adjust it. She finally gave up and put on the white shirt, which was completely see-through. She was mortified to see that her barely covered nipples were visible through it, as well as the joke of a bra. Luckily, her hair was long enough to cover some of her breasts, even in pigtails. She put on the socks and shoes as a finishing touch and didn't bother to look in the mirror before grabbing her trig material and a jacket and marching out the door. Even with her coat covering the button up shirt, people stared at Claire as she walked to the lecture hall, trying to hold her head high. The cold air made everything beneath her skirt very alert, especially without panties. She made it to the lecture hall without attracting too much attention. A lot of the girls here would dress scandalously, and the skirt was slutty, but without everyone seeing her top, it wasn't anything groundbreaking. Claire had a feeling that was about to change. She took her usual seat in the front row of the lecture hall. Luckily, everyone was too busy socializing to notice her, and she took a deep breath before removing her jacket. Mr. Black finally stood up, and scanned the hall. His eyes landed on her, and bugged out a little at the sight of her outfit. Claire rearranged her hair again so it hid her nipples better. Finally he tore his eyes off of her and cleared his throat. "Turn to page 180," he said hoarsely, glancing up at her again. Claire opened her book, ignoring his stares, and gasped quietly when she found a note on the first page. It only had one sentence. Claire, spread your legs, please. Her face turned red. The impeccable manners in the letters only seemed to mock her. She knew that if she spread her legs, Mr. Black would get a front seat view of her uncovered pussy. She cursed herself for sitting in the front row, but at least her peers wouldn't see her. Biting her leg, she uncrossed her legs and spread them wide, feeling the cool air hit her swelling clit. Mr. Black went to peek at her and immediately began to choke. Claire felt her face flush, but she kept her legs open. For the remainder of class, Mr. Black leered hungrily at her, and even came up and leaned his arms on her desk. She could smell his deodorant, he was so close, but she kept her composure, and her legs at their obtuse angle. Mr. Black finally finished up, casually adding, "Miss Partridge could you see me for a moment, please." Claire waited for everyone else to leave before she stood, relieved that nobody had seen her outfit. Mr. Black ignored her, writing something on a paper at his desk. "Actually, Mr. Black," she said, as confidently as she could, "I was going to ask if we could discuss my paper further." Finally, Mr. Black looked up, taking in her exposed body. He stood slowly and sauntered over to her. Standing before him, Claire winced as he reached out, and tucked her hair behind her back. He stared greedily at her now-exposed breasts. Claire took a step back. "I was, uh, hoping we could maybe go over. I didn't really understand..." Mr. Black closed the distance between them, and without speaking, began to unbutton her shirt. Claire stood stiffly as he removed it from her shoulders, grinning evilly at her exposed areolas. "You have such big nipples," he said, making her blush. He snapped the bra off of her quickly, and before she could protest, tossed it in the trash. "Go put her hands against the bored," he ordered, "and keep your legs spread so I can smell that pussy of yours." She hesitated a moment too long, and his hand shot out, grabbing ahold of her nipple, yanking her over to the chalk board as if were a leash. He pushed her up against it and whispered in her ear. "Be a good girl, Miss Partridge, and do as I say." Ignoring the stinging pain in her nipple, she assumed the position he requested, trying to see what he was doing out of her peripherals. She heard some rustling and finally he called her over. He had taken off his shirt and cleared his desk, where he was beckoning her over with a finger. She obeyed, feeling exposed without a shirt. "Now, Miss Partridge, I want you to lay down on your back on my desk. I want you to hold on to a leg of the desk with both your hands, and then line your legs up with the other two legs, so you're perfectly spread out." He looked at her expectantly, and she slowly laid down, putting her arms behind her and spreading her legs. "I will tie you like this if I have to," he continued evilly, "and if I have to do that, then I might as well leave you there for the rest of the day. But I have a feeling a little slut like you would have no reason to not want to stay in this position." Claire gritted her teeth to stop herself from retaliating, and remained in his desired position. He kept her like that for about five minutes, as though he was testing her, before he was satisfied enough to begin. To Claire's disgust, he started at her feet, removing her socks and shoes and using his pen to slide up and down her soles. It tickled, but Claire managed to stay still. She gagged as she felt his mouth envelope her big toe, his tongue caressing it, before moving to the next one. Once he'd had his way with all ten toes, he stopped, leaving Claire repulsed. She could feel his hands on her ankles, his fingers tickling their way up her calves. When his hands got to her thighs she couldn't help but moan a little as they kneaded her flesh. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" he said huskily. "Tell me you're enjoying this." "I'm enjoying this," Claire said, her voice cracking. She tried to focus as Mr. Black's hands roamed their way up her hips and now pushed and stretched any meat on her stomach to point that she gasped in pain, sure he'd left bruises. To be continued...