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Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 01

By: MilesDavila



Chapter One: Preparations

Tiffany sat in the back of Mrs. Jones's trigonometry class staring intensely at the clock. Normally she would be near the front of the class vigorously taking notes but today she found herself counting the seconds for two reasons. One: it was math, barf, and Two: today was the last day of high school for her ever. 

"I want you to have a safe summer and reflect upon what you want to do for the rest of your life." Mrs. Jones said over the din of the noisy classroom.

Tiffany played with her chestnut hair which naturally worked its way into curls. She was a bit anxious for the summer to begin.

She had already accepted a full scholarship to Jefferson College. Two hours away, it was still close enough to Mom and Dad but far enough that she would be on her own. It was a good school with a great Theater program and she would be there with her best friend Brittany. Plus, there was another reasons he wanted to go to Jefferson as well.

The bell rang. It was 3 o'clock. Tiffany bolted out of her seat and raced to the door trying to make her way through the chaotic mass of her classmates, themselves ready for the summer.

Weaving her way through the hallways of Lincoln High School she made it outside. Exhaling the stale air from the prison-like school she took in the clean suburban air. "Freedom" she thought to herself.

Just then she felt a tap on her shoulder. It was Brittany, wearing a severely low cut blouse that showcased her ample chest and a pair of brightly colored leggings that hugged her wide hips and round bottom. Her blonde hair was tied in a ponytail which she undid and shook her hair.

"Summer's here bitches!" she said

Tiffany chortled as they stated to walk home.

"Jesus Brit, you're going to fall out of your top if you're not careful."

Brittany looked down at her cleavage and pulled her shirt down to expose more of it. Tiffany got a peek of the busty blonde's purple bra which stood out against her pale milky breasts.

"Whatever. If you got it flaunt it. I'm ready to show Jefferson College exactly what I've got. You ready for the weekend?"

Tiffany looked down at the ground of the suburban sidewalk. The streets were busier than normal with dozens of SUVs driving past carrying other students from Lincoln ready for the high school as well as the other occasional kid on foot walking by. Tiffany lowered her voice anxious that someone might be eavesdropping.

"Yeah. I guess."

"Don't give me that pussy attitude." Brittany said, "We're going to college together and I want the next four years to be fun-fun-fun."

"I'm ready for the next four years." Tiffany replied. "It's this weekend I'm worried about."

Brittany scoffed at this.

"What are you worried about? My cousin Helena is cool as shit and she's going to show us the school so we aren't weirdo lost friendless losers in the fall."

They reached Tiffany's house. Brittany stopped walking.

"I'm going to get you laid." She said abruptly.

Tiffany blushed a deep shade of red and looked around to make sure no one had overheard.

"I'd be embarrassed too," Brittany said picking up on her friend's insecurity, "a virgin at 18. Tsk tsk. How the hell did you go through four years of high school and not once get some of that sweet, sweet dick?"

"I guess I'm waiting for the right dick." Tiffany said with a joking grin.

"Honey, they're all the right dick."

The two girls giggled.

"Alright, meet me at Duane's tomorrow. Early. We're lucky they let us out of Lincoln on a Thursday. That means we have Friday, Saturday, Sunday, and Monday to explore Lincoln. On Monday Helena has to go back home to Iowa so that gives us four days to explore, party, and cash in your v-card. Got it?"

Tiffany nodded, not wanting to put up a fight on the last point. They exchanged goodbyes and Tiffany walked to her home on the corner. It was a large two story brick building. 

Tiffany's parents were both lawyers and worked long hours and she was an only child, which meant that she was used to spending vast stretches of time alone. If was probably why she had taken to Brittany - a theater kid like her they had the stage in common but not much else - Brittany was a sort of surrogate big sister; never mind that they were the same age. Brittany was worldly, more experienced in life and more adventurous. Tiffany was happy to have her as a friend.

Tiffany opened the front door and turned off the alarm. Her parents would still be at work for at least two more hours. She smiled to herself, knowing what this time would allow for, and hurried to her room.

Her room was a mess of pink and lavender. At her heart Tiffany was a girly-girl. She was also messy too with several piles of laundry yet to be washed on the floor. Her bed was littered with stuffed animals and each one had a name and large hand-made bookcases lined the back of the room. Tiffany's parents had instilled in her a love of reading and learning. Secretly she suspected they had intended for her to go to law school like they had.

Tiffany threw her backpack on her bed and then rushed to her computer. She moved the mouse to wake it from its slumber. She entered the password, her birthday, and the screen lit up. Sitting in her chair, an expensive yet functional faux-leather office chair, she looked at the instant messaging software. A few of her friends from school were online. Brittany was not, meaning she probably had gone to her boyfriend Duane's before heading home. Tiffany scanned her list of contacts and there he was. As soon as she noticed a pop up chat box appeared. It was Clark.

"Hey." Clark said via chat.

"Hey yourself :)" Tiffany wrote back.

Tiffany could see that he was typing.

"How does it feel to be a high school graduate?" Clark asked.

"It's OK. The graduation ceremony isn't for two weeks so it kind of feels unofficial. I'm soooooo ready for summer though."

"Yeah. Me too. It's going to be nice to go back home and see the folks."

"Is it hard living away from home?"

"Sometimes. But then I remember college is great and living alone is great. If I want to stay up late and eat nothing but poptarts then so be it damn it."

"LOL." Tiffany said actually chuckling out loud a bit. "Yeah. I'm looking forward to it. Jefferson College sounds so amazing. What's it like?"

"Well it's not too big, about 700 acres, not including the town, and it's really green, and all the buildings are made out of this white stone, except the newer buildings which are made out of glass, and everyone likes to party and get drunk because it's a small liberal arts college and that's what you do here."

"What's the theater department like?" Tiffany asked.

"I don't really go over there too often but from what I've seen they all hang out together in the University Center and on the quads and it all looks like everyone is sleeping with everyone in that scene."

"It's just like high school then."

"LOL" Clark wrote back. "Are you sleeping with everyone in your high school theater scene?"

"You know I'm not." Tiffany wrote back. "I'm saving myself."

"For...?" Clark wrote back.

"LOL are you going to make me say it?"

":)"

"For the man I love."

"And who is that?"

"I dunno..." Tiffany said playfully. She had met Clark in an online video game when she was a freshman in high school and he was a sophomore in college. Now four years later she was preparing to go to Jefferson with Clark and Clark was entering his second year of graduate school. They had spent virtually every day of the last four years talking about their lives, giving and getting advice, and sharing their hopes and dreams but it was only in the last year that things began to get serious.

"Is it me?" 

"Maaaybeeeeeeee." Tiffany replied coyly. 

"What are you wearing?" Clark asked. Tiffany knew what he wanted.

Tiffany was wearing a pair of black skinny jeans along with a black mock turtleneck. It wasn't the sexist outfit but it showcased her slender figure. Tiffany wasn't thick like Brittany, but she wasn't skinny. Well-proportioned, she was fit from years of dance, ballet, and theater. 

"Want to see?????" Tiffany asked.

"YES!!" Clark typed back.

Tiffany opened her desk drawer and pulled out a webcam hidden under a pile of notebooks. She had bought the webcam when she had gone through a phase of wanting to upload her every thought to Youtube but now mostly used it for chatting with Clark. She kept it hidden lest she have to endure a lecture about Web safety from her parents.

She plugged the device in, mounted it to the top of her monitor, and clicked the webcam button on the chatbox. After a moment her face appeared on the screen in a smaller box and next to that box a larger window containing the face of Clark.

Clark was obviously older but still retained some of his boyish good looks. He was slender and well defined. He wasn't wearing a shirt and Tiffany could make out the faintest hint of muscles. His face was long and thin with jet black hair that covered the front top quarter of his face. What Tiffany liked most about him was his smile. His white teeth glistened as he smiled from ear to ear as he looked at Tiffany. 

Behind him Tiffany could see that his room was messier than his. A small cramped dormroom. As a graduate student he was able to secure a single unit, no roommates, but it must have been half the size of Tiffany's bedroom. 

Tiffany backed up away from the computer and stood far enough so that Clark could get a good look. Without thinking she began to dance, doing moves from ballet in order to give Clark a good view of her. From the corner of her eye she could see Clark laughing and clapping. She approached the computer.

"Wow!" Clark had typed "Brava! Brava Tiffany. Loving the all black. Such an artsy fartsy. All you need now is a black beret."

Tiffany laughed. 

"Believe it or not," she typed in reply, "I'm not actually wearing all black today."

"No?" Clark asked.

Tiffany stood up again and stuck her left hand slightly down the front of her pants and pulled up the pink lace of her panties before letting go and putting the bit back in her pants.

Clark looked at her incredulously and wrote,

"Hmm...I didn't quite make that out. Could you show me once more?"

Tiffany read and nodded and then blew him a kiss. She stepped back from the computer, undid her pant button, and shimmied out of the tight jeans until they pooled around her ankles. Kicking them off, she then quickly threw off her top to the side. 

She was now standing in front of Clark in her underwear. A pair of pink boyshorts hung to her hips as well as a green and white polkadotted bra. She turned around slowly, and bent forward with her legs slightly spread apart in order to showcase her bottom. While not as big as some other girl's, especially Brittany, she worked hard to keep her ass pert and shapely and considered it one of her best features. And now she wanted to show it off to Clark.

They had done this in the past. In fact several times in the last month. The anticipation was too much and for the time being this was the best they could do. Someday they would experience the real thing but for now Tiffany was fine with this arrangement. 

She looked back at the computer screen. Clark hadn't said anything but it was clear what was going on.

"Your turn." Tiffany said.

With one hand Clark reached out, grabbed his webcam, and pointed it to his crotch. His naked cock was exposed and rock hard and with his free hand he was slowly and rhythmically moving it up and down.

Tiffany smiled, nodded, and gave a thumbs up to her computer. "That's what I like to see." She typed.

Clark responded by tugging at his dick with more force. Tiffany took a second to admire it. It was big. While Tiffany was a virgin that didn't mean she hadn't given out the occasional blowjob or five. She was after all an American teenager. So she had a pretty good frame of reference when it came to cocks and Clark certainly took the cake. It was long and girthy and curved slightly inward towards his tight abs. He was circumcised, not that she would have minded, but this made his head look huge. 

As she stared at the monster of a cock that was Clark's penis she could feel pressure in her loins. Her pussy had gotten wet and ached for the touch of a man's, her man's, cock. Her fingers would have to do for now. 

She slid her hand down the front of her panties and began massaging her clit. Clark stopped jerking off to type, "No. Let me see."

Tiffany turned quickly to make sure the door was closed still and then unsnapped her bra letting out her small perky tits and then gracefully sliding down her pink boyshorts. Clark now could see her pussy which for the most part was clean shaven except for a few bits of stubble. It had been a few days since she had shaved. 

"May I continue?" Tiffany asked and looked at the camera giving it a sarcastic look. Clark adjusted the camera back to his face, gave a big goofy grin and a thumbs up, and then pointed it back to his cock. 

With her left hand Tiffany began to massage her right tit, rubbing it and pinching the nipple as she massaged her clit with her right hand. She used her two middle fingers to rub it up and down up and down up down repeatedly and she closed her eyes and imagined that it was Clark; that he was the one there causing waves of pleasure to wash over her. 

When it came to masturbation Tiffany was a pro. She started at a young age and, being celibate, became very good at popping off. She did it usually twice a day, once before school and once right before bed. Normally she was very efficient but today she would take her time and give him a show.

She stood up from the chair and again bent down with her legs spread apart. She kept her hand furiously rubbing away at her clit but this time with her free hand she began to work her vaginal canal, slipping in her middle finger and pulling it out. She knew Clark could see everything, her pussy and her asshole, and this turned her on. 

Clark on his end was jacking off like crazy, unable to believe the feast in front of his eyes. He looked as hard as he could at the computer monitor hoping to burn every image of it into his brain. 

Tiffany looked and saw that Clark was spewing thick jets of creamy cum out of his dick. It came in pulsating pearl droplets all over his abdomen. Seeing that was enough to push her over the edge. She began masturbating harder and she commenced to work her index finger into her asshole which she had found was always the surefire way to cum. Just like that the trick worked. She felt electricity from her ass all the way to her twat and came in ecstasy.

"Oh fuck." She said out loud. "Oh Jesus fuck." 

Tiffany was panting like crazy. She looked at the screen and could see that Clark was breathing heavily too. 

"I think you owe me a kiss." She said, both cameras now pointing back to their respective faces. 

"I owe you fucking dinner and a movie." Clark replied. 

"LOL" Tiffany replied, this being the only reply she could muster.

"Thank you." Clark wrote. "I needed that."

"You and me both" Tiffany said. "My folks are going to be here soon. I should probably go, err, wash up."

Clark nodded and wrote, "Yeah. OK. I see how it is. Wham bam thank you ma'am eh?"

Tiffany cackled. She liked the idea of her being the one using him for sex. "Money's on the counter." 

"Hey Tiff...I love you."

"Love you too Clarky."

"I can't wait to see you in the fall. I can't believe you'll be here. I don't know if I can wait a whole three months!"

Tiffany sighed and forced a smile, then waved as she unplugged the web cam. "Me too. Gotta jet. Bye. Love you." 

She then left the chat without giving Clark a chance to say goodbye and powered off her computer. Tiffany walked out of her room and to the shower, still naked and sticky, and thought about how she had not told Clark about the weekend trip. Part of her thought that maybe she would surprise him and another part was scared— worried about not just losing her virginity but also meeting Clark in person. 

She liked their online relationship. She knew that. She kept it hidden from everyone in real life. It was their own personal secret and maybe she wasn't ready for it to become so...real. So actualized. 

But if she truly loved Clark like she said she did then at some point it would have to become real. They couldn't just keep talking over chat— or just keep having cyber-sex for that matter. "I need a dick in my pussy!" Tiffany thought to herself.

"Whatever," she then thought. "I'll figure it out later. This weekend is about exploring the college and spending time with Brittany." If she runs into Clark then so be it. She wasn't going to worry about it.

The water ran down her body as her hand instinctively found her way to her pussy, still tender from before, but she found she was still horny. "Time for round two" she thought.

Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 02



Chapter Two: You Owe Me

"C'mon! Do it" Duane said to Brittany as she sat on her couch staring out the window. 

"No!' Brittany said, "Tiffany's going to be here any minute and we don't have time. Plus also I'm not your sex slave!"

"I don't want sex!" Duane parried back, "Just a quick blowie."

"Ugh." Brittany said crossing her arms, "Why should I give you a blowjob?" 

Duane lived alone in an apartment right next to the tracks. His apartment was in a garden style building from the '60s with wood paneling and shag carpet. Inside all the furniture had come from Goodwill, as had most of Duane's wardrobe. 

By day Duane serviced vehicles at the car dealership but by night he was the guitarist of the suburb's best (and only) metal band, Half Life Reward, or HLR for short. Today Duane wore a pair of baggy jeans and a flannel shirt and topped off the outfit with a trucker-hat that had the words "Butt Pirate" embroidered on the front. 

Brittany sat on an old red couch, the "porno couch" as she called it because it looked like it belonged on the set of an adult film, and was wearing a tight green top and some yellow jean short shorts. 

Brittany was built like a brick house. Like most women in her family she had blonde hair, freckles, and enormous tits and ass. Her shirt struggled to reign in her out of control breasts and shorts could barely contain her wide hips and jiggly ass which caused her ass crack and silky orange thong to peek out whenever she bent forward. 

"You should give me a blow job because you're my girlfriend Brit!"

Brittany scoffed, "So?"

"And also I'm driving you and your friend two and a half freaking hours to Jefferson College so you can stay with your cousin for four days and then I have to go pick you guys up! That's gotta be worth at least" Duane stopped for dramatic effect as he looked up and did the math on his fingers, "at least three blow jobs. But I'm letting you off with just the one."

Duane walked to Brittany and sat next to her. He ran his hand up and down her milky white thigh.

"C'mon, with you dressed all sexy like this what am I supposed to do?"

Brittany smiled at the compliment.

"You're a dirty old man." She said

"I aint that old. I'm only 20"

"You were 18 when we were dating you pervert. Do that math." 

"Hurry up Brit, it ain't gonna suck itself."

Brittany have a look of disgust and reluctantly reached forward and grabbed his belt as Duane smiled triumphantly. Undoing his belt she didn't even bother with undoing the pants, choosing instead to slide Duane's pants off, underwear and all. He was slim enough that they came right off and Brittany was met with Duanes erect penis. 

"You trimmed your pubes." Brittany said, noting that the shaft stuck out clear of any small curly hairs.

"Trim the leaves to make the tree look bigger." Duane said, grabbing the back of Brittany's head and guiding it to his member. Brittany complied and opened her mouth. She swallowed his dick as deep as she could letting it rest on her tongue and then began to suck as she moved her head front to back. 

She worked the shaft of his cock with her mouth and played with his dangling testicles. Duane moaned in pleasure as he rolled his head back. She was sitting next to him on the couch but decided she would have better leverage from the floor, so she slid onto the hardwood floor with Duane's cock still in her mouth and knelt in front of him.

"Oh yeah baby, that's it. You know what I want." Duane managed to say as Brittany looked up and gave him a look and a mischievous grin. For all their talk, for all their back and forth, Brittany loved sucking Duane's cock, sucking cock in general, and being a slut.

She pulled his dick out of her mouth and began to jack him off.

"Talk dirty to me." She said, gyrating his dick with her hands.

"You little slut, where did you learn to suck dick like this? You're a champ."

"Years of practice." She said with a smile. She knew she was good at it. Since freshman year she prided herself in her ability to work a cock with her mouth. Brittany was aware of the reputation she had developed at Lincoln High and it was true that she had screwed every guy in the Theater Club and half in the Speech and Debate Club but she didn't care. What she did care about was feeling good. 

"Wanna fuck my tits?" she asked, taking a moment to let her jaw relax.

"Oh hell yeah." Duane replied.

Brittany pulled her shirt up with her bra so that the garments bunched up right under her chin. Her massive tits flopped out of their containment unit. She had large silver dollar nipples with areolas that were so pink they blended in with the rest of her breast.

Like Brittany's sexuality, her boobs blossomed in freshmen year. Where most girls might have shied away or felt insecure, Brittany used them to their full advantage, lavishing in the attention not only from her classmates but also her teachers; especially the younger ones who could not seem to help from staring. They came in especially handy when she needed to beg those same teachers for a better grade or a chance to retake a test. She made sure they each got an eye-full as she bent over the desk, letting them dangle in front of them, as she pleaded with puppy dog eyes. 

Brittany positioned Duane's dick right between her tits and began to use her hands rub the pale white globs of flesh up and down his prick. 

She bobbed her body forward and back as well, and spit on his dick to lube it up and lessen the friction. When the head would reach her mouth she would lean in to give it a kiss. 

The sight of this barely legal barely out of high school teen going down on his dick was just about too much for Duane.

"I'm gonna cum baby. Fuck. I'm gonna cum."

Brittany knew what this meant. She ceased tit fucking her boyfriend and opened her mouth wide and then wrapped it around his dick. Just then she could feel him spurt out his goo right into her mouth. She sucked hard and began to swallow. Duane made an audible yelp as Brittany took every last drop of cum in her mouth. 

Brittany swallowed the last of his jizz and Duane relaxed his body and slumped into his seat. 

"God damn it Brit, you're the best."

"Just don't forget how lucky you are." Brittany replied. She had unbuttoned her yellow shorts and began to scoot out of them.

"What are you doing?" Duane asked half interested and half ready to take a nap.

"My turn." Brittany said.

"Oh Brit, I don't think I can fuck you right now." He replied motioning to his now shriveled cock

"Eat me out. I'm super horny."

"Tiffany should be getting here really soon."

"Fuck you, dickweed. Eat my pussy."

Brittany positioned her body long-ways along the couch and put her feet on Duane's lap. She then began to peel her orange thong from her body and spread her legs. She gave Duane a look that said "What the fuck are you waiting for" and Duane, who had already packed his satisfied cock back into his jeans, sighed and leaned into Brittany's vagina.

Like Tiffany she was entirely clean shaven, having taken a razor to it just that morning. Pubic hair was unfashionable and woe unto you at Lincoln High if you became known as the girl with a hairy bush.

Duane leaned in and lapped at Brittany's slit. Brittany moaned and masturbated herself to adjunct Duane's oral sex. Unlike Brittany, Duane wasn't particularly gifted when it came to oral. Brittany found that most guys weren't and if she wanted a good pussy licking she usually needed to find a girl for that, but for the time being it would do. Her goal was to get off before her friend arrived. 

Duane was munching down on her pussy and would every so often stick a finger inside. Brittany played with her clit spread her legs even wider as she raised her hips.

"Lick my asshole." She commanded.

Duane gave her a look of disgust.

"Do I have to?"

"Yes." Brittany said. Getting her ass eaten was one of her favorite things in the world. She often lamented that Duane did not much care for it. Duane was resigned though and began to tongue her pink rosebud leaving her to tend to her cunt.

She could feel his tongue rimming her anus, slowly running its slimy edge along the wrinkles of her sphincter. Brittany loved this and could feel herself just about to cum. Almost there. She just needed a few more minutes—a few more seconds—

Ding-dong. The doorbell rang.

"God damn it mother fucker." Brittany cursed as Duane removed his tongue from her ass.

Wiping his mouth he said "saved by the bell, eh?"

Brittany quickly put her clothing back on and walked to the door. "You owe me." She said in a hushed whisper.

"Ask Tiff." Duane replied grabbing his keys and joining Brittany at the door. Brittany rolled her eyes not just because she found the comment offensive but because she knew, as did Duane, that Tiffany would never go for the idea. She was a bit more reserved that herself.

Brittany opened the door. Tiffany was standing there wearing a dark purple cardigan and a pair of black leggings with a houndstooth design. Next to her was her suitcase. 

Brittany smiled and walked past her to the car as Duane followed behind.

"Hey Tiffany" he managed to get out as they walked to Duane's beat up Chevy Impala. 

Tiffany ran up to Brittany.

"Your bags?"

"They're already in the trunk."

"What's wrong? You OK?"

Brittany stopped herself realizing he had been a bit rude. 

"Sorry Tiff." She said with a sincere smile. Then looking at Duane she said "I'll tell you about it later."

"Alright!" Duane said, "You all ready for a road trip?"

"Heck yeah!" Tiffany replied earnestly. They all got in the car and Duane drove off. 

"Jefferson College here we come!"



Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 03



Chapter Three -- Game Night 

Jefferson College was established in 1820 as Jefferson Women's College and remained that way until 1965 when the school became known as the Jefferson College it is today and began opening its doors to boys. Still Jefferson College, which is actually a university, retains its reputation as the school you send your daughter to, if you can afford it, to learn to be a proper lady suitable for both home and industry. 

Duane's car snaked through the old road that looped around the campus. While not particularly large the school was not laid out with vehicular navigation in mind but was instead a series of winding little streets, hidden alleyways that connected to other winding little streets, and roundabouts. It seemed like at every turn was a roundabout with some ancient benefactor of the school situated in the middle, immortalized in marble for all to see as they did their best to make it to their destination.  

"You would think," Duane said with a tart tongue, "that the library would be the easiest thing to find in this school. In any school." 

Brittany looked at the map displayed on her smart phone. She hadn't the heart to mention that this would be the second time they passed their turn so she intentionally directed Duane to drive a bit further up, turn, and then follow a street back to where they just were. 

For her part Tiffany was not really minding the difficulty finding the library. She stared out of the window and daydreamed about her life here. She imagined herself walking through the campus, with its so immaculately maintained lawn and pristine limestone buildings, littered with statues and public art, on her way to class. She imagined herself spending many long hours at the library studying theory and even more hours at the performance hall, honing her craft, only to emerge late at night from practice, and then, she imagined, she would see Clark standing outside, waiting for her, smiling and beaming with energy in spite of the late hour. He would walk her back to her dorm, make sure she was safe, and they would talk about their respective days and talk about beauty and art and poetry. And then as the got to her dorm she would awkwardly invite him up to her room and she would put a sock on the door and they would make love. 

"We're here." 

The car came to a full stop. Duane parked the vehicle and stepped out, eager to stretch his legs after the drive. Brittany looked at Tiffany with excitement in her eyes and smiled. Tiffany, still half daydreaming, took a moment to register what was happening. 

"We're here bitch." Brittany beamed. 

"Heck yeah." Tiffany said doing her best to match her friend's enthusiasm. 

Duane knocked on the window and motioned for them to hurry up. The girls got out of the car and grabbed their bags from the trunk. It was later in the evening by this point and the school was sparsely populated. Tiffany remembered Clark telling her that there were few classes offered on Fridays and around this time most people were furiously studying for finals. Still some students walked around them. A lot of them wore purple and ivory, the school's colors. 

Behind them was the library; a large six floor block of marble situated upon a slight hill with several dozen steps leading up to its entrance. 

"That'll be my cardio for the day." Brittany said. 

"Screw that, let's find the handicap ramp." Duane said. 

Brittany cocked an eyebrow and dropped her jaw slightly. 

"Um, dude, this is your stop." 

"Whaaaaaat?" Duane said pleadingly, "Can't I go get a peek at your smoking cousin and her big ole titties?" 

"Pig." Brittany said before kissing Duane on the lips. 

Tiffany crossed her arms and looked at the two quixotically. 

"You two are freaking weird." 

"Feeling left out?" Brittany said and motioned to kiss her friend. Tiffany took a step back, giggled nervously, and blushed beet red. 

"Don't fight it Tiff. Just let it happen." Duane said a bit too earnestly. 

Brittany pulled away and then turned to wrap her arms around Duane. 

"God you're such a perv. Alright. Get out of here. We got it from here." 

After some brief goodbyes and far too much P.D.A for Tiffany's taste, Duane drove off leaving the girls alone at the base of the library. 

"Are you stoked?" Brittany asked. 

"Totally." Tiffany replied. They walked up the steps towards the library entrance. 

"Helena said she would be near the entrance studying so it shouldn't be too hard to find her." 

Tiffany didn't quite register the comment as she was still off in her own world. Brittany took note. 

"Yo, Tiff, you alright there?" 

"Yeah...hey Britt what do you think you'll be doing come fall semester?" 

"What...do...you...mean?" Brittany asked. Her words were slightly labored as she had not anticipated these steps taking the wind out of her. 

Tiffany, with her years of dancing that Brittany did not have, managed to keep up. 

"I mean, do you ever think about what your life is going to be like here?" 

"All the time." 

"Well, what do you imagine?" 

"I don't know. I guess I'll probably take four classes. Get all the fundamentals out of the way. Get in with the theater scene. Party as much as I can. Drink a lot. Get more than few dicks in me." 

"What about Duane?" 

"Duane's a great guy. And I love him. I really do. But Tiff I'm going to college, you know, I need to see what's out there. Duane and I have a— well let's just call it an understanding. An agreement." 

Tiffany nodded but wasn't quite sure what Brittany meant. It was obvious that she and Brittany had different ideas of romance. Perhaps she was too lofty. Maybe Brittany was right. Maybe she should go out in the world and see what it had to offer.  

They made it to the top of the hill where the library rested. 

"Thirty steps doesn't seem like a lot until you have to walk up them." Brittany said. 

Rows of dark oak doors lined the entrance of the library and students made their way in and out. With each pass they could feel a rush of cool breeze from the well air-conditioned library interior. Tiffany approached the wooden library doors which towered above her. 

"Come on, let's go find your cousin." 

The inside of the library was all oak. The floors creaked under them as they walked and the place seemed more like a book-lined cathedral than a library. 

"Are we in Hogwarts?" Brittany asked 

"I think I'm in heaven." Tiffany shot back as she gazed at the countless rows and rows of books. She could easily imagine herself spending countless hours with these tomes, sipping away at coffee and reading the great works of the pantheon of playwrights her high school instructors were too ill-equipped to give their proper reverence. 

"There she is." Brittany proclaimed as she gestured to a table a few feet away. There sat Helena leaned over a laptop and peering at the screen through her thick cat-eyed glasses as she furiously typed away on her Mac Book Pro. She would occasionally bring her cup of coffee to her mouth and Tiffany noticed the shine of a silver ring piercing the inside of her nostrils. 

It was obvious that Helena was clearly related to Brittany. Like Brittany, Helena was what one might call a full-figured woman; however with Helena carrying a few extra pounds amply deposited in her chest and hips. Her hair was the same blonde as Brittany's but was hidden under a purple dye with the exception of her roots that showed her true hair color and her face was littered with the same splatter of freckles that Brittany had. 

Also like Brittany it was clear that she enjoyed showcasing her cleavage and Tiffany noticed that she had a chest-plate tattoo made up of skulls and tulips. She could also see that Helena's arms were decorated with colorful sleeve tattoos, although Tiffany could not make out what they were. 

It took a while for Helena to take notice of her cousin and Tiffany standing just a few feet away and the two girls awkwardly stood there not sure what to do when finally Helena looked up and gasped. 

"Ho-ly Shit." She said, annunciating every syllable and quickly standing up. "About fucking time!" 

The cousins smiled and embraced. 

"Shut up slut. We've been here for like ten minutes" Brittany fired back with a wink. 

"Yeah, sorry. You all may be done with school but I still have like two papers due by next week. Whatever. Oh my God it's so good to see you. How long has it been?" 

Brittany thought for a moment. 

"Two years? It was a Thanksgiving." 

"Well we have all weekend to catch up!" 

Helena directed her attention to Tiffany. 

"And you must be Tiffany? I've heard so much about you." 

"Good things I hope." Tiffany said smiling. 

"Nothing but good things, right cuz?" Brittany said 

Helena smiled devilishly. 

"But of course. Well, welcome to Jefferson College. I'll be your tour guide...tomorrow that is. Tonight we're going to party." Helena grabbed her belongings and headed for the library exit, her luscious curves swaying with each step. 

"Come on girls. The party's in a few hours. 

Helena led them through the campus walkways. As they traversed they made small-talk and got to learn a bit about each other. Tiffany learned that Helena would be starting her junior year as an art major concentrating in painting. 

After a good 15 minute walk which consisted mainly of Brittany complaining about the distance she had to lug her bags and Tiffany admiring the campus, they finally arrived at Helena's residence hall. Gosling Towers, as they were known, consisted of two 20 floor buildings, a North Tower and a South Tower, connected at the base by a common area and in the air by two skywalks on the 10th and 15th floor. They walked through the common area which was half made up of a large living-room like area with many couches and tables and half food-court like area with a cafeteria and bench seating. Other students sat eating or conversing with each other. Everyone seemed so much older and more experienced than Tiffany even though they couldn't have been much older than herself. 

After a long elevator ride that made Tiffany's ears pop, they got off at the 18th floor and walked down the funky carpeted elevator that was patterned with geometric shapes. The thing looked like something out of a 90s TV show. Tiffany noticed a bulletin board with various event invitations on them and people selling various belongings. Occasionally people would walk by them, all of them women. One of them was an athletic-looking woman with dark brown skin and long black hair; she looked Indian or some type of south Asian, but what stuck out to Tiffany the most was the fact that she was in her underwear, only in a black bra and matching silk panties. She was carrying a basket of clothing so possibly on her way to do laundry. As she walked by she smiled at Helena. 

"Going to Fitz's?" She asked Helena in a British accent. 

"It's Friday isn't it? See you there." 

They stop suddenly at one of the doors with a floor mat outside that said "Home Sweet Dorm" and Helena reached into her purse searching for her keys. 

"Do girls normally walk around like that?" Brittany asked as she stared at the Indian's girl's ass" 

"I guess so." Helena said pulling out a bulky keychain. "The floors are divided by sex so it's not totally uncommon." 

"I could get used to this." Brittany said. 

Helena smirked and opened the door. 

The apartment was small. Tiffany did a quick check to see if it looked like Clark's in anyway. It did not but it was roughly the same size. It was a long shoebox shaped apartment. To the left of the entrance was the bathroom. There wasn't a shower or bathtub so Tiffany wondered how that worked. She had been wanting to wash the day's grime off of her. The room had two beds and two desks with one desk and one bed on each end of the room and then a large cabinet between them on the opposite end with a window above it looking out over the campus. 

Brittany approached the window and dropped her bag. 

"Nice view. Where do we sleep?" 

"We have a nice comfy air mattress for the two of you." Helena said. 

"Um, what about showering?" Tiffany asked 

"There's a public shower in the center of each floor." Helena said. "I hope you're not shy." 

"Looks like I'll be going the whole weekend without showering." Tiffany said. 

"Fuck that." Brittany snapped, "If you're sleeping next to me you better bathe girl." 

"That's probably where Amy is right now." Helena said. 

"Amy?" Brittany asked as she laid down on one of the beds and stretched out her legs. 

"My roomie. The girl whose bed you're currently violating." 

Brittany slid her body off the bed and onto the floor. 

The door-handle rattled and Tiffany, Brittany, and Helena turned to see. 

"Speak of the devil." Helena said. 

Into the room stepped a short petite Asian woman. She was wearing only a white towel draped around her small body and some shower slippers. Her short jet black hair was dripping wet and plastered to her face. On her shoulder was a tattoo of a humming bird drinking from a flower. She smiled when she saw the full room. 

"Yay, guests!" She said. 

"We were just talking about you Amy." Helena said. "Guys, this is Amy Tran, my roommate and partner in crime." 

"Nice meeting you all! I've been looking forward to this weekend." 

"Nice to meet you too." Tiffany said. Amy walked past them to the dresser by the window and with her back to the group she dropped her towel. Her body was so slight and slender. Aside from the tattoo of the humming bird she also had a tattoo of a giraffe along the side of her abdomen. Her butt was very tight and muscular. It wasn't big but it was very toned and Tiffany wondered if she also danced like she did. 

"Um, want us to leave the room?" Tiffany said and turned around after reazing maybe she had been staring a bit too intently. She caught Brittany's eyes who was smiling, she looked at Tiffany, grinned even wider, and cracked her knuckles. 

"Pff, no, c'mon, this is floor 18 in South Tower. You're gonna be seeing lots of T and A this weekend." Tiffany said as she pulled out a black lace thong from the dresser. It had a wide waistband and a thin piece of fabric that slid up her ass-crack as she put them on. She then walked across to the closet and grabbed a yellow sundress with white flowers on it from the closet and put it on. 

"Must be nice not to need a bra." Brittany said. Amy chortled. 

"It has its benefits but, really, I'd kill for those melons you and your cousin have." Amy said as she sat on the floor. 

Brittany looked down at her melons and gave a thumbs up. 

"They're pretty nice." 

"Amy," Tiffany asked, "Do you do dance?" 

"Yoga!" Amy replied cheerfully as she contorted her body by laying on her belly and raising the front half of her body up into the air. "Why? Do you dance?" 

"Yes. It's my minor. My major is theatre. What's your major?" 

"Filmmaking." Amy replied as she returned into a normal position and sat Indian-style on the floor. "I'm going to be a great director or a great fry-cook. So what's going on tonight Helena? What are we doing?" 

"Well, Fitzgerald is throwing a party at Oxford Oaks. It's going to be the whole building. But it's BYOB so I thought we would pre-game here and then show up with a six pack for the party." 

"Pre-game?" Tiffany asked. 

"Yeah, do a few shots and work up a buzz here before heading out. Plus these girls are just 18, we can't risk them getting caught with booze by the college PD." 

"Don't act like you're 21," Brittany said. "You're only 20, I know." 

"Hush up." 

"Do you guys have any booze?" Brittany asked. 

Helena reached into her purse and pulled out a small flask. 

Brittany raised her eyebrow. 

"Is that all? I can do that whole thing for breakfast." 

"Diego is bringing some more over in a bit." Amy said 

"Oh?" Brittany asked curiously. "Who's Diego?" 

"A friend." 

"A boyfriend?" 

"Hah, he wishes." Helena said. "He's been trying to fuck Amy since they day they met." 

"Well, why don't you? Is he cute?" Brittany asked 

"He's cute and I have but, well..." 

"He's super into butt-fucking." Helena said finishing Amy's sentence. 

"Whaaaaaat?" Brittany said almost choking on her own saliva 

"Yeah," Amy said, "Look, I'll take the occasional dick in the ass but not every single damn time." Amy made a pouty face. "It hurts. I can't date some guy who's only gonna shove it up my pooper." 

"You ever get fucked in the ass Britt?" Helena asked her cousin. "Wait, wait, before you answer. Do you girls know how to play Never Have I Ever?" 

"Of course." Brittany replied. 

"I don't." Tiffany said. 

"It kind of works like this. Pass me the flask." Brittany took the flask from Helena. She opened the lip and smelt it. "Whiskey? Jack?" 

Helena nodded. 

"OK, great, we have a full flask to work with but this should be fun. So here's how the game is played. The object of the game is to get everyone else drunk but you. You do this by saying something you've never done and if anyone else has done it you take a shot. 

"So, for example," Brittany cleared her throat, "never have I ever had anal sex." 

Brittany looked around the room for dramatic effect. She handed the flask to Amy who then took a shot. Amy looked at Helena, who looked at Brittany and then, looking down at the floor, grabbed the flask from Amy and took a quick sip. 

"So those two hussies take a shot because they've had one go up the Hershey highway and we remain shot-free because we are pillars of virtue and piety." 

"So, Helena," Tiffany pipped up, "You've had anal sex too?" 

"It's actually not that uncommon these days." Helena said half-defensively. "Plus anal's hot. If you know how to fuck it right it feels great." 

Tiffany thought about it. She had long ago discovered that sticking a finger in her ass when she masturbated was the quickest way to cum like a freight-train. She wondered what a dick would feel like. 

"What's it like?" Tiffany asked after summoning the courage. "Does it feel good?" 

Helena thought for a moment. 

"The first couple of times it hurt a lot. I think I did it because I wanted to be H-A-W-T, but then I learned to relax my ass and play with myself while it gets pounded. A lot of it is psychological, like, 'oh yeah baby, you're fucking my asshole,' that sort of thing." 

Brittany could not resist teasing her friend. 

"Why do you ask Tiff? Trying to figure out a way to stay pure but still get stuffed this weekend?" 

"What do you mean by stay pure?" Amy asked." 

Brittany cackled with laughter. 

"This is going to be the easiest game for Tiffany. She's never going to take a shot." 

Helena mentioned that the ratio of women to men at the school was very high considering it had historically been a woman's college but there was still plenty of cock to go around if she was looking "to go to pound town." 

Tiffany did her best to seem enthused but Helena picked up on her reservation. 

"Oh, sorry, are you into chicks?" 

"Nah, Tiffany's celibate" Brittany interjected before Tiffany could answer, "She's just waiting for Mr. Right or something." 

Helena stopped in her tracks and let her mouth hang open for a bit. 

"You're kidding! So you're, like, a virgin?" 

Tiffany nodded sheepishly. 

"Like all the way? Back here too?" Helena curved her ass outward and pointed to it. 

"Yep..." Tiffany said not sure where this was going. 

"Here?" Helena used her index finger to draw an imaginary circle around her mouth. 

Tiffany looked down and involuntarily smiled. 

"No, not there." 

Helena wiped the pretend sweat from her forehead and motioned for them to keep walking. 




Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 03



"Phew." She said, "So you are human. For a moment I thought you were a Disney princess." 

"Don't let her innocent act fool you. This girl can take a dick in the mouth like no one's business. I was there when she gave her first blowie." Brittany said. "I taught her everything she knows." 

"Hush!" Tiffany shoved Brittany 

"How does that happen?" Helena asked curiously. 

"Oh hang on, slow down. Whose turn is it? Jeopardy rules people. Ask it in the form of a question." 

Amy held the flask up. 

"Never have I ever given a blowjob while my friend was in the same room giving a blowjob." 

Brittany yanked the flask from Amy and took a big gulp and then shoved the flask into Tiffany's hand. Tiffany sighed and took a small sip. The liquid burned her throat. Normally she liked to mix her drinks with diet coke but she didn't want to look like a pansy in front of her new friends so she held back the pain and put the flask down. 

"Now for the story." Helena said eagerly. 

"This is going to be a good one." Brittany said licking her lips and savoring retelling the story. As the rest sat Brittany stood as if she were giving a sermon. 

"It was me, Kyle Henderson, and Steve Lucas, and we had stayed late for Theater Club rehearsing our scene when Mrs. Shipley, our drama teacher, got a call from her Husband. I think he was locked out or something. So she had to go home and let him in. She just left us there for like twenty minutes. Anyway me and Kyle had a thing already and he was getting super handsy and rubbing me and yeah, it kind of got me horny, so I just decided to reach into his pants, grab it, and take it out right there and suck it. 

"And Tiffany was like 'whoa dude, what are you doing' but I had this kid's pole in my mouth so I just shrugged, and then she turns and Steve had taken his dick out too! So Tiffany decides to take the plunge and go for it and she starts giving the saddest blow job I've ever seen, so I make eye contact with her and try to tell her to slow down, with my eyes. And she does. And then for the next ten minutes or so she's just following my lead and doing what I do. It's like I was put on this earth to teach this girl how to suck dick." 

"Wow, that's actually kind of hot." Helena said, leaned in and having absorbed every word. 

"Oh God, the worst part was when Steve came Tiffany didn't know what to do so she just kind of coughed his jizz up and it got all over the front of her shirt. We had to clean it up super fast because Mrs. Shipley was right down the hall." 

Helena laughed mightily. 

"Don't laugh at me!" Tiffany said half hurt and half playfully, "It was my first time. I'm waaay better now." 

"I'm sure you are sweetie." Amy said. "I guess it's your turn Tiffany." 

Tiffany took the flask and thought for a bit. She thought about her and Clark. The relationship they had. Their private shows. She wondered if any of these girls had anything like that. So she decided to judge the truth just a bit. 

"Never have I ever masturbated in the same room as someone else." Tiffany said. It was technically true. Clark had been hundreds of miles away in a different room. Because of the magic of the Internet it had only seemed like it was the same room.  

Helena and Amy looked at each other and giggled. Amy gestured for the flask and took a gulp and handed it to Helena who did the same. 

"Oh my God no way." Brittany said. 

"Together?" Tiffany added. 

"Yep." Amy said. 

"Look," Helena said, "we've been roommates for two years now going on three. At first I would wait for her to go to class and then rub one out." 

"Me too." Amy said 

"But then after walking in on each other one too many times we decided that we were pretty close and we could totally just fingerbate in the same room if we wanted." 

"How?" 

"It's kind of my fault." Amy said. "One night I thought Helena was asleep and I was incredibly hot and bothered. So I just slid my hand into my pants and started rubbing my twat." 

"And I wasn't asleep and I turned and saw and that got ME all hot and bothered so I figured if she's gonna rub one out them so am I. So I slid my hand down my pants and started going to town on myself." 

"And after a while we stopped trying to hide from ourselves and embraced it. Now usually one of us will crawl into the others bed with an iPad and we'll put on a porno and rub ourselves raw. Sometimes we even race." 

"Holy shit," Brittany said, "that's the hottest thing I've ever heard. Ever." 

"I'm surprised friends like you two haven't experimented." Helena said. 

"Well I've always been into boys and girls." Brittany said. "But I don't think Tiff goes both ways like that." 

Tension was thick in the air as Tiffany was awkwardly silent. While it was true that she was generally only attracted to males she had wondered what it would be like to be with a woman, specifically her best friend. They were so close and had experienced almost every spectrum of emotion together. Why not sex, she had wondered. 

"Yeah..." Tiffany said her voice trailing off. As she was thinking of something to say the door knocked. Shave and a haircut, two bits. 

"I bet its Diego." Amy said before shouting "Come in!" 

A tall man with milk-coffee skin walked through the door. He was dressed in all black and wore a thick but neatly trimmed beard on his face. He seemed well built -- not thin but also not flabby or fat in any way and it was easy to imagine that underneath his layers of clothing was a well maintained and muscular body. His hair was thick and jet black in and long locks hung over his eyes. As he walked in he held a brown paper bag that rattled. Bottles of alcohol. 

He looked at the room and smiled. Tiffany thought his teeth were the whitest things she'd ever seen. 

"Today must be my lucky day." He said with a thick Hispanic accent. 

"Guys," Amy said, "This is Diego." 

Diego immediately walked up to Brittany. 

"Oh my," he said making no attempt to hide his leering eyes. "You must be Brittany, yes? Helena's cousin" 

Brittany leaned in. 

"That's right." 

Diego looked right at her cleavage. 

"Yes, I see the familial resemblance." 

"Quit being a creep, Diego." Amy said. 

"Jealous?" Diego said as he turned his attention to Tiffany. "And you are Tiffany? Her good friend?" 

"That's right." Tiffany said, unsure of what to make of this man. He seemed half lecherous pervert half charismatic magnetic gentleman. She looked at Brittany to see if she could get a read on her face and maybe see if she could tell what Brittany thought but Brittany had her best poker face on like a stone. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you Tiffany." 

"Diego's an international student from Mexico City." Helena said. "Believe it or not this guy is the superstar of the Mathematics department." 

"Yes, that is the truth." Diego said. 

Tiffany's ears lit up. Mathematics? Clark was a math major. Maybe this character knew Clark. 

"Diego?" Tiffany said. 

"Yes lovely?" 

"You're a math major?" 

"This is the truth." 

"Do you know a guy named Clark? Clark Baum?" 

Amy and Helena didn't seem to register this conversation was going on but Brittany's face contorted to make the most WTF face she could. 

"Yes! I know Clark!" Diego said. "He is, eh, como se dice, my neighbor. 

"Who's Clark Buam?" Brittany asked. 

"I'll tell you later, Brit." Tiffany said. Then thinking of a way to get out of the situation, "Hey, those bottles aren't going to drink themselves. You guys ready to go party?" 

"I like the way you think. Vamanos." Diego said. 

"Ditto." Helena said. "Let's get this show on the road. Come on, come on, come on." 

The group hurried out the door. Brittany and Tiffany lagged behind. 

"Put a pin cushion on the Clark Baum mystery for now." She said sternly, "You're not getting out of it. But for now we need a game plan." 

"What do you mean a game plan?" Tiffany replied. 

"I'm going to fuck that guy." Brittany said matter-of-factly. "So, that's happening." 

"Really? Him?!" Tiffany said questioning her friend's judgement. 

"Yeah, why not?" 

"Um, he's kind of creepy and also, you know, he only likes butts." 

"I'm willing to try most things." Brittany said slapping her ass. "So, when that goes down, you either need to be in the room or find your way back here with the girls. I'll text you when it's over." 

"Yo, bitches," the girls heard Helena holler from down the hall, "Let's get a move on!" 

Brittany and Tiffany looked at each other and both mentally braced for the night ahead.



Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 04



"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Brittany's question brought Tiffany back to reality. She was still lightly drunk but sober enough to have some situational awareness. Brittany was on the bed topless in her underwear on her belly looking over Tiffany who had taken off her top only. This was the first time Tiffany had seen Brittany like this and she took a moment to admire her best friend's body. Her pale skin was like porcelain and her orange thong perfectly showcased the large globes of her ass cheeks. Brittany's tits smashed into the mattress of the bed and poured of from her chest. 

Diego stood in the back by the door in his robe which was now open at the front. He was clearly enjoying what was happening as he was openly jerking himself off with a free hand. Tiffany looked at his silhouette lit only by the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. She then looked at Brittany who stared back with total honesty. 

"Yes Brittany." She said finally. "I'm sure." 

Less than five hours ago Tiffany and Brittany found themselves in a large building on the campus of Jefferson College. The building was Oxford Oaks, one of the school's residence halls, which was reserved for upper classmen and graduate students. This night Fitzgerald Smith, one of the upperclassmen, had organized a party on the third floor of the dormitory with every unit in participation. 

Tiffany and found herself sitting on the couch of someone's apartment that they did not know. Around them several people were talking and music was playing from the television in front of them. A few feet away Brittany emerged from the kitchen with two mixed drinks in her hand. She sat next to Tiffany and handed her one of them. 

"Jack and coke. Just like you like." Brittany said. 

Tiffany took the drink from her friend's hand. 

"Britt I feel a bit out of my element." 

"Nonsense girl. This is where you belong. We need to find you a dick." 

This was an idea Tiffany had been giving much thought too. She had started to feel as though her quest for true love with Clark was a bit silly and more than that she was starting to feel a bit under-developed as a person. The game of Never Have I Ever with Brittany, Helena, and Amy had taught Tiffany that she was a bit far behind in terms of experience of her peers. Had she been missing out on fun all these years? Was she really going to spend her 18th year and first year of college as a virgin until the right moment with Clark, a man she had never once met in person and only knew from the Internet? 

"Yeah, maybe." Tiffany said. 

"That's the fucking spirit!" Brittany said as she took a hearty swig of her drink. "Now chug that adult beverage and let's get to work. I'll be your wing-woman. But we got to do this quick before Diego finds some slut that isn't me to take home."  

"Some other slut?" 

"Shut up, I'm trying to get you laid here dude. OK, let's go find those other sluts we came with. Maybe they have some leads." 

Brittany led Tiffany out of the apartment and down the hallway. They maneuvered through the crowd of revelers until they got to the floor's common area where Helena, Amy, and Diego stood with some unnamed man in a cardigan. The cardigan clad man was thin and blonde with horn-rimmed glasses and pleated khakis. Tiffany thought he looked like a politician. 

Without saying a word Brittany walked up to Diego and wrapped her arm around his waist. 

"How's it going gang?" 

"Oh, hello lovely." Diego said. 

"Oh my Diego, the women you cavort with get younger and younger each year." 

"Sir they stay the same age. It is I who get older." 

Helena and Amy shared a groan and rolled their eyes. 

Tiffany mustered up a bit of courage and took a sip from her drink. She then tapped the cardigan wearing man on the shoulder. 

"Hey." She said. "I'm Tiffany." 

"Oh hello there. Helena was telling me all about you two. I'm Fitzgerald Smith. Fitz for short. I organized this little shin-dig." 

Helena could sense what was going on here. 

"Amy let's go get a drink." 

"I already got one." 

"Well let's go get another one." 

Helena yanked Amy and they both walked off into the hallway. 

"So, what are you girls majoring in?" Fitz asked. 

"Theater with a minor in Dance." Tiffany said. 

"Theater with a minor in fucking partying." Brittany added. 

"Oh, I see, do you like to party?" Diego asked. 

"I'm the queen of partying. And I need another drink." 

"Well then my queen let us go get you a drink." 

Diego put his hand on Brittany's shoulder and let her away. Tiffany looked at Brittany helplessly and Brittany managed to shrug and then make a dick-sucking gesture and point to Fitzgerald. Tiffany blushed and quickly turned to see if he had caught that but he seemed none the wiser. 

"Looks like it's just the two of us." Fitzgerald said. He lightly touched Tiffany's hand. 

Her instinct was to pull it back as quickly as possible but she fought that instinct and kept her hand in his. 

"I guess so." 

Tiffany could feel the effect of the drinking taking hold in her. Her head felt light and she could feel all the fear and anxiety of just a few hours ago slowly washing away. 

"So, Fitz, do you have a boyfriend?" 

"Why no, ma'am, I do not. How about you?" 

"Nope." Tiffany said, the words feeling like a lie as they left her mouth. 

Fitzgerald smiled and he started to rub his hands up and down Tiffany's arm. 

"I like talking to you." He said 

"Me too." 

"It's getting a little loud, don't you think? Want to find somewhere quieter?" 

*** 

Fitzgerald led Tiffany back to his room which, unlike the rest of the party, was entirely deserted. His room was a single bed with a desk at the opposite end and a television playing the news that provided a pale blue light. 

To the right of the door was a small kitchenette with a few solitary dishes in the sink. Fitzgerald walked past her to the fridge and opened the door. Inside Tiffany could see that he kept few groceries, a carton of eggs and a gallon of milk of questionable age, but the fridge was well stocked on beer. 

"Want a drink?" he asked. 

"Sure." 

Fitzgerald grabbed two bottles from the fridge and twisted off the tops. Handing one of them to Tiffany he clinked the glass of the bottles together. 

"Cheers." 

Tiffany rubbed the rim of the bottom with her thumb and proceeded to chug the bottle. Tossing her head back she allowed the ale to pour down her throat and into her belly. Finishing the bottle about three quarters of the way she pulled back and let out a small belch. 

"Cheers." She said 

Fitzgerald clapped. 

"I'm impressed." 

"This isn't my first rodeo." Tiffany said. "What's your major?" She asked unsure of how to proceed. 

"Marketing." Fitzgerald said as he approached her, his eyes burning a hole on her. Somehow they both knew they were not there to make conversation. 

He grabbed Tiffany by the waist, surprising her, and planted his face on hers. Tiffany closed her eyes as they made out passionately and without any restraint. His hands ran up and down her back until one of them slid down the back of her pants and grabbed her naked ass cheek. 

Tiffany, encouraging him, used one of her hands to massage his crotch from outside of his khakis. 

They managed to maneuver themselves until they were standing at the edge of Fitzgerald's bed. His hand was still cupping her ass but this time he felt a finger begin to her crack. Tiffany responded by kissing him harder and pulling on his hair. She felt his middle finger, thick and radiating heat, slowly approach her asshole and then, like a bolt of lightning, penetrate her. 

Tiffany responded by pulling her mouth away from his and taking her own hand, jamming it down the front of her pants, and furiously masturbating her clit. She squealed a high pitch moan as she played with herself. Fitzgerald let out a laugh. 

"You like that?" 

"You have no idea." She said. 

Tiffany pushed Fitzgerald onto his bed so that he was sitting and then reached for the band of his pants. She pulled them down with great intent down to his ankles to reveal his fully erect penis. 

Fitzgerald's cock was average; a bit underwhelming, but thick. It shot straight out at Tiffany and she opened her mouth and let his dick go in as far as it could. 

She sucked back hard and then loosened her mouth's grip and began to graze his shaft as she gently bobbed her head up and down. Tiffany used her tongue to play around with his cock as she swirled it all around his member. 

"You're so fucking good." Fitzgerald said. "How old are you again?" 

Tiffany sucked down and pulled his dick from her mouth. It shot out with a "pop" sound. She looked up at his face and gave a devilish smirk as she slowly jacked him off. 

"Eighteen." 

"Wow. Kids these days. Jesus Christ." 

Tiffany was now licking his dick like a lollypop, running her tongue up and down it in short sharp laps. Fitzgerald suddenly stood up and grabbed the back of Tiffany's head while shoving his dick into her mouth. Tiffany knew what was coming as she started to move her head to and fro as she jacked him off with her mouth. 

She felt the first spirt of jizz hit the back of her throat and tilted her head slightly forward so that it would not obstruct her breathing. When the second spirt hit it was with less velocity but contained the same amount and she began to swallow the globs of cum down in earnest. Tiffany could feel his cock begin to deflate as he let out his last spirt of cum and she drank that one down. The cum settled into her stomach and she popped his junk from her mouth and licked her lips, savoring the flavor. 

Fitzgerald let out a moan and patted Tiffany on her head. 

"Good girl." He said and stood up walking to the bathroom. 

"Where you going?" Tiffany asked. 

"I'm going to look for a rubber. I know I had one in here somewhere." 

He went into the backroom and closed the door. Tiffany felt her heart sink deep into her chest. This was the moment of truth. She was finally going to lose her virginity. Yet something didn't feel right; in fact it all felt very wrong. Blow jobs were one thing but did she really want to lose her virginity to a guy she just met? Here? In this dorm room? 

Brittany. Brittany would know what to do. Tiffany reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. She sent a text. 

Where are you? 

Tiffany could hear Fitzgerald shuffling around in the bathroom. She didn't know how much more time she had but she needed to know if she was making the right decision. Finally a text was sent back. 

Kind of busy, dude. 

I need you right now. Tiffany fired back. I need you 

Room 216. On Second Floor. 

Tiffany snapped up out of the couch and grabbed her purse. She hurried towards the door. Outside she could hear the din of the party still going on. She opened the door and peeked out. People were still shuffling from room to room. 

"What's happening?" 

Tiffany jolted when she heard the voice from behind her. She turned to see Fitzgerald standing there, entirely naked, with a fully erect condom clad penis. He looked confused, unsure of what was entirely going on, but still informed enough to know. 

"I'm sorry Fitz." Tiffany said "I'm not ready for this." 

She had expected him to say something, either to plead, beg, lash out in anger, cry, but instead he just stood there looking dumbfounded yet never averting his gaze from her. After a few moments of waiting, Tiffany opened the door wider, stepped out, and closed it behind her. 

Tiffany knew she was on the third floor now so she just had to find the stairs or elevator and head one floor down. She looked left to right for some sort of sign and saw the red lit EXIT sign down the hallway behind her. 

Swiftly she cut through the mass of people in her way towards the stairs. All the while she was replaying the night's events in her head. She would never be like Brittany - she could never fuck just anyone for the hell of it. The idea of sex meant too much to her. It was something special. It was for someone special. 

It was for someone like Brittany. 

Tiffany found the stairwell and opened the door. She agilely bounced down each step until she was on the second floor. 

The second floor was much quieter. There weren't any people. This must be what it's like normally Tiffany thought. When people aren't looking for meaningless lookups. 

She found room 216 and knocked on it as loudly as she could. After a few seconds there was yet to be an answer so she repeated her efforts, knocking loudly again. 

Diego opened the door. He was shirtless and as far as Tiffany could tell, bottomless, in a dark purple robe which did little to mask his pointed erection. He smiled and tilted his head to the side. 

Suddenly it hit her. She looked to the left. Room 215. To the right. Room 217. This was Diego's dorm. 216 was Diego's dorm. So one of these other two dorms; one of them belong to Clark. 

Diego broke the silence. 

"Tiffany, yes? So good to see you." 

"Hi, um, is Brittany here?" 

"Yes, of course, come in." 

The room was laid out just like Fitzgerald's with the kitchenette in the front of the room and with a bed in the back. In the back she could see Brittany laying on her belly. She was naked— no, she was in her orange thong, the one she wore when she was expecting getting laid. Her breasts were out in their full glory. The top part of her chest was covered in freckles and then once you got to her tits they were like soft white mounds of flesh free from any blemishes. 

Brittany sat up and looked at Tiffany. 

"Hey, girl, what's going on?" 

Tiffany looked at her friend and for a moment had to fight back her tears. 

"I couldn't do it." Tiffany managed to say. 

"It's OK Tiff, it's not a big deal. Do you want to go back to Helena's?" 

"No." 

"What do you want to do?" 

"It should be you Brittany." 

Tiffany took off her top and tossed it aside. 

"What are you saying Tiff?" 

"I want— I want to be part of this." Tiffany said, pointing to her and Diego with her hand. 

"I'm fine with this." Diego said in a cheerful tone. 

"Shut up you goon." Brittany said. Then looking at Tiffany she said, "I've always wanted to Tiff. Yes of course. But are you sure?" 

Tiffany didn't respond right away. She was thinking about Clark. She loved him, but she also loved Brittany. Brittany had been there for her as far back as she could remember. Someday Clark would have her virginity and her body but for tonight she was Brittany's. 

"Are you sure you want to do this?" 

Brittany's question brought Tiffany back to reality. She was still lightly drunk but sober enough to have some situational awareness. Brittany was on the bed topless in her underwear on her belly looking over Tiffany who had taken off her top only. This was the first time Tiffany had seen Brittany like this and she took a moment to admire her best friend's body. Her pale skin was like porcelain and her orange thong perfectly showcased the large globes of her ass cheeks. Brittany's tits smashed into the mattress of the bed and poured of from her chest. 

Diego stood in the back by the door in his robe which was now open at the front. He was clearly enjoying what was happening as he was openly jerking himself off with a free hand. Tiffany looked at his silhouette lit only by the fluorescent lights of the bathroom. She then looked at Brittany who stared back with total honesty. 

"Yes Brittany." She said finally. "I'm sure." 

"I believe the saying is the more the merrier." Diego said. 

"Shut the fuck up and come plow me." 

Diego walked up to the bed and let his robe drop to the floor. His naked uncircumcised cock half erect swayed with each step. 

"You know my stipulations." 

"Whatever. Hurry up and eat my ass." 

"With pleasure." 

Tiffany watched as Diego crawled up on the bed and positioned himself behind her friend. Brittany closed her eyes with anticipation as Diego skillfully peeled back Brittany's thong and rolled it down the bottom of her body. 

Brittany's ass was totally exposed and Tiffany noticed just how huge it was. She had always admired it when it was clad in Brittany's shorts or tights or whatever she happened to be wearing and occasionally Brit's ass crack would be exposed but now she could make out every feature of it. It looked like a giant pear, smooth and creamy with a few bits of cellulite near the bottom of her thigh. 

Diego reached in like a swimmer doing his best breast stroke and parted Brittany's cheeks. He lowered his face gently into the folds of her plump bottom and began to lap gently at her pink starfish-shaped asshole. 

Brittany moaned and grabbed the sheets in her hands, clenching them tightly. 

"Oh fuck, I love this." Brittany said. 

Tiffany raised her body slightly so she could get a better view of the action. Diego was greedily slopping at Brittany's bum and he seemed to love every moment of it. 

"Kiss me." Brittany said, her eyes still closed. 

Tiffany did not move she was so entranced in the sight, so mesmerized by it, unable to believe that this was actually happening. Her own pussy was running wet and she unconsciously ran her hand down into her nethers and began to rub herself through her jeans. 

"Fucking kiss me." Brittany demanded again. 

"Me?" 

"Yeah slut. Make out with meeeee— oh shit." 

Diego was tracing the outer ring of her asshole. 

"Oh fuck Diego." Brittany said. "It feels like you're giving me a hot shower." 

Tiffany leaned in and closed her eyes. She was about to kiss her best friend. Her body tingled with anticipation. 

The first thing she noticed was how soft Brittany's lips were and how gentle she was. She did not force her face onto hers but rather let Tiffany come to her, and Tiffany did, embracing the warm and inviting mouth of the girl she had known for so long. Their mouths lapped against the other's and Tiffany felt Brittany's hands rubbing against the back of her head, running her fingers through her chestnut curls. 

"You're a good kisser." Tiffany managed to say. 

Brittany giggled and planted a cartoonishly large kiss on her forehead. Behind her Diego pulled his tongue from Brittany's ass and sat upright using Brittany's rear as leverage. 

"It should be loose enough now." Diego said. "Raise your ass up towards me a bit. Let your asshole face the sky." 

Brittany complied. Assuming the position, she was now in a sort of doggy style as she spread her knees and curved her ass up towards Diego. 

"Brittany, are you sure about this?" 

Brittany bit her bottom lip and smiled. 

"Take off your pants sweetie and get up here." Brittany answered. 

Tiffany stood up off the floor and unbuttoned her jeans. She grabbed the hem of her panties and pushed down. She kicked her garments to the side and stood naked in front of Tiffany and Diego. 

"Jeepers, Tiff." Brittany said as she stared at her naked friend. "You're beautiful." 

Tiffany tight firm body stood in the pale light. Her pussy ached in anticipation and she would occasionally let her fingers caress her throbbing clit. 

"Only her." Tiffany said to Diego. 

Diego who had also been staring intently nodded. 

"It is a foolish man who overplays his the cards he is dealt. I will cash out and take what I have been given." 

"Turn around Tiff." Brittany said. 

Tiffany obeyed, slowly twirling her body until her back was facing Brittany. 

"God damn girl. You have a nice ass." 

Tiffany giggled and climbed into bed with the other two. Diego was spitting on his cock trying to get it lubed up. Tiffany laid down parallel to Brittany and the two kissed feverishly. 

Diego had positioned his cock so that the head was right at the tip of Brittany's asshole. 




Tiff and Britt Go to College Ch. 04



Brittany and Tiffany's lips broke their lock as Diego began to gently slide his dick into Brittany's tight ass. 

"Oof. Oh. Oh fuck. Oh." Was all Brittany was able to manage to let out. Without thinking Tiffany let her hand slide down Brittany's abdomen, down her luscious little tummy, and right down to her pussy. It was the first time she had ever touched a pussy that was not her own. 

"Yeah, Honey, yeah, rub my cunt for me baby. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Oh fuck." 

Diego was slowly trying to worm his dick into Brittany's ass but her virgin hole would not give. 

"It feels like I'm trying to shit out a Vaseline covered Lincoln log." Brittany said smiling. 

Tiffany was still rubbing Brittany's slit vigorously. She felt her folds envelop her two fingers as she inserted them into her friend's pussy. Brittany let out a gasp. 

"That's it. Your ass is giving way." Diego said. "Relax. It won't feel good if you're too tense. I just stuck the head in. Can you feel it?" 

"Yes." Brittany said, her eyes closed. "Tiffy, suck my boobs." 

Tiffany lowered her head down to Brittany's chest. Her boobs were warm, soft, and inviting, like giant pillows of fleshly goodness. Brittany was already pinching her left nipple so Brittany took hold of the right breast, almost as big as her own head, and began to gently suckle at it. Brittany's breathing grew heavier as she took in deep breaths through her nose and out her mouth. For a moment she opened her eyes and looked down at Tiffany. Brittany's green eyes met her hazel colored eyes and the two shared a moment. Neither could believe what was happening but both of them felt an immense gratitude. 

"Your ass is giving way." Diego said as he began to gently thrust. Tiffany took a break from tit-sucking duty to look over and assess the situation. 

Brittany was now on her side propped up by her giant tits with her ass facing Diego who had angled himself into her ass sideways. Tiffany could see the very tip of his dick inside her friend's asshole as it parted the creamy crevice of her butt and with each gentle thrust a little bit more was able to worm in. Tiffany decided to help and grabbed one of the mounds of flesh and pulled it open, allowing Diego to get more of his dick into her ass. Finally he was just about halfway in and Diego began to add force to his thrusts. He grabbed ahold of Brittany's hips and began to buck her generous butt. 

"Oh my god." Brittany yelped. "It's in my ass. Holy fuck you're really fucking my ass." 

Tiffany began to massage her friend's clit and gently kissed the nape of her neck working her way to Brittany's chest. 

"Tiffy," Brittany said in between thrusts. Diego had increased speed dramatically. "You've been such a good girl. Let me lick your pussy." 

"Are you sure?" she asked, still somehow a bit shy about that. 

"Of course I'm fucking sure. Get over here." 

Diego stopped fucking Brittany's ass for just a moment but was careful to make sure his dick remained buried in her tight rectum. 

"What are you doing?" Brittany asked 

"Let's do it like this." 

He positioned her so that she was on all fours; doggy style. Tiffany moved up so that she was near edge of the bed and on her knees. Brittany was now between Diego and Tiffany and Diego resumed his thrusts as he slid in and out of Brittany's anal cavity. Tiffany felt Brittany's head bump against her pussy and then the warm and moist feeling of her Brittany's mouth enveloping the front of her snatch. 

The guys back home had nothing on Brittany. She was attentive and delicate and obviously knew what she was doing. Tiffany couldn't believe that this was happening. Never in a million years did she expect to have her best friend munching her out but it was the best feeling in the world. 

"I love you." Tiffany said, not sure where the words came from. "I love you Brittany." 

"I'm close." She heard Diego say. She looked over to Diego who was in a feverish sweat as he held on to Brittany's ass and plowed himself into her butt. Brittany kept licking Tiffany's pussy and looked up at her with her gorgeous green eyes. 

"Me too." Tiffany said. 

Tiffany looked at Brittany who was eagerly lapping up her slit. She took her hand and rubbed Brittany's hair back and then raised her index finger to her mouth, licked it, and maneuvered her hand under Brittany's chin to her asshole. 

"Wait." Brittany said. 

Brittany stopped licking her friend's pussy and moved further south to Tiffany's pink hole where she began to tongue fuck her friend's asshole. Tiffany felt the orgasm build inside of her and she played with her clit quickly as Brittany licked the inside of her butt. Here it comes. Here it comes. 

"Oh my god." Tiffany said as she collapsed onto the side of the bed, her thighs giving out and unable to support her as the feeling of pure ecstasy radiated from her pussy all throughout the rest of her body. 

Seeing this was just enough to push Diego over the edge as he began to slap Brittany's ass and collapsed on top of her. 

"Oh wow," Brittany said, "I can feel you cumming in my ass." 

Diego groaned, his cum shooting up into Brittany's anal cavity, filling it with his syrupy goo. 

Brittany was now masturbating herself trying to catch up with the other two. Finally she came as Diego gently pulled his cock out of her now stretched out asshole, the cum slowly sleeping out. 

"Oh. My. God." Brittany said. 

"How was it" Tiffany said, cuddling up next to Brittany. 

"Hah. That was something alright. My ass fucking hurts." Brittany said, "but I came so fucking hard from anal." 

Diego gave Brittany's ass one last loud slap before collapsing onto the bed. 

"Goodnight ladies." Diego said as he threw a comforter over his body and curled up into a ball. 

Brittany looked at Tiffany and shrugged. She climbed into bed with Diego and got under the blankets. Tiffany sat at the foot of the bed unsure what to do until Brittany reached forward and pulled her into the space next to her. Diego was sound asleep snoring but Brittany and Tiffany were cuddling their naked bodies together, running their hands on each other's skin. 

Brittany leaned her mouth close to Tiffany's ear. 

"I love you too."