New Horizons - Chapter 03

The Pouring Problem

 

My first party at college turned out to be a big one and not only that, it was a frat party too! I'd never seen so many men in one place in my entire life, so I was feeling a little bit of everything. I was excited, nervous, frightened, happy. I dunno. Mostly I just felt…horny.

My best friend Darla and I had gotten there a little late maybe, but probably not. The party was in full swing by nine thirty and I figured it would probably go all night long. It had that sort of feeling to it, not that I would know anyway. I'd never been much for parties, but I was at college now!

"God! Have you ever seen so much cock in your life?" some girl said, and the rest of us giggled nervously, well I did anyway.

Some of those girls just grinned and shared little knowing looks with each other. They were the older girls, the ones who'd been at college for a few years and knew what was going on. The freshman like me, who'd been in high school just three months before, we were getting our first real taste of higher education.

We were standing in little groups here and there for the most part, the girls I mean. There were probably three boys for every girl, but from what I overheard those odds would go down because the boys liked to get there early and the girls liked to get there late. By the time midnight rolled around it would be more like one-to-one because college girls love to party too! I hoped so because to tell the truth, I was feeling a little like that Custer guy surrounded by the Indians and I didn't want to be massacred or anything. I just wanted to meet some guys and have fun and…

"Hey," some guy said, sort of squeezing between me and Darla. He was a little drunk it seemed to me.

"Hi." I smiled at him, but just a friendly one.

"Are you that dick chick?" he asked me, kind of loudly too, since the music was going and all. "I heard about you."

"What?" I blinked at him and I might have blushed, just because I didn't really want to be the center of attraction at a frat party.

"You gotta dick, right?" He grinned and sorta gestured at my skirt, a short black one, with his drink, sloshing beer onto the carpet.

"Get out of here!" Darla smacked the guy's head, like slapped his left ear with her palm while I was still trying to think of something to say.

"Ow! Bitch!" The guy jerked and spilled more beer, giving Darla a real dirty look, but his ear was probably smarting!

"Asshole!" she said, staring at the guy for a second until he left us.

"Sorry," I said, but I didn't know why I was apologizing for him. I wasn't ashamed of who I was or anything and I didn't try to hide it at all, but I didn't exactly advertise either. I just couldn't believe anyone could be that rude.

"Don't worry about it." Darla rolled her eyes at me. "There's guys like that everywhere."

"Do you really have a dick?" one of the girls standing nearby asked me, and a few people were looking me up and down and whispering.

"Yeah." I shrugged and took a little sip of my beer, but I really don't like that stuff very much. It's like a rule though, you can't go to a party and not hold a drink.

"But you're so pretty though!" The girl laughed and she was pretty too, sort of petite with nice hair, just a shade red of auburn.

"Thanks. So are you." I smiled at the compliment. I'd spent about an hour in front of the mirror and it was nice to know my efforts had paid off.

I had that short skirt showing off my legs and it was tight, so I was showing off my nice round butt too. A red blouse with my lacy red bra underneath it. I didn't really have any tits at all, just hard puffy nipples, but the bra gave me the illusion at least. My blonde hair was loose and falling around my pretty face in a golden cascade. I'd dyed my hair twenty minutes off the bus and I loved it because it went so well with my blue eyes.

"Is it hard?" she wondered, and then made a face. "Not your dick! God! Sorry, I didn't mean that!" She laughed and even blushed a little. "But, you know, being, um…"

"Queer?" I asked, giggling at the look on her face. "Not really," I shrugged. "I'm just me, so…Is it hard being you?"

"What? Oh!" She rolled her eyes and knew I was teasing her, but I had a good point too.

"Hey, I'm gonna go mingle," Darla told me. "You gonna be okay by yourself?"

"Sure," I nodded. "Just don't get lost!"

"Wish me luck!" My best friend grinned and kissed my cheek before slipping into the crowd. The frat house was a big one, really huge, and it was full of people.

I went off to mingle too, since standing in the corner with a bunch of shy girls wasn't doing anything except make my nipples itch. There were a lot of guys and most of them looked pretty good. Some of them looked real good in fact and while I wasn't the hottest girl in the place, not by a long shot, I knew I looked good enough to eat and I was getting a lot of hungry looks, believe me!

Unfortunately, it is kinda hard being a cross-dressing fag, even though I'm really not one of those at all. I'm like nine-tenths girl and until I got naked nobody was going to be able to tell I wasn't. But I wasn't going to lie to anyone either or try and trick a guy into taking me someplace quiet, making out for like an hour and then giving him the big surprise. That wasn't me at all. I didn't just want sex, I wanted a guy to go with it, you know? A real boyfriend and that meant he had to know and understand everything right from the start.

"Hey there! Whoa, don't walk by!" A young man smiled at me, turning away from a conversation with his two friends. "I'm Wayne."

"Hi Wayne." I smiled back and I'd been getting hit on a lot, so I was starting to get used to it. He looked nice anyway, sort of lanky and sandy haired, with wire-rim glasses that made the boy look smart.

"What's your name?" he wondered, and his friends were looking at me now as well.

"Brandy," I told him. "Are you in the fraternity?"

"Me?" He shook his head. "Nah, I'm just here for the free beer. How about you?"

"Nope!" I scrunched up my nose and giggled. "I'm not in the frat either."

"Heh!" He laughed at my little joke. "You're frosh, right? A freshman?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "I guess it shows, huh?"

"Hmmm…I dunno." He took the excuse to give me a long up and down look. "You look pretty good from here, I think."

"Thanks." I pulled some hair out of my eyes and gave him a petulant smile, I think. I'd been sorta practicing that one.

"So how do you like college so far?" Wayne asked, giving me a chance to let him I know I wasn't completely the girl he thought I was.

"It's great," I said. "I'm living over at Hereford Hall, so that took some getting used to, but…"

"Hereford?" He lost some of his smile. "That's one of the men's dorms."

"Yeah," I agreed with an apologetic smile.

"But…" He looked at me again and still couldn't tell I wasn't a girl because God had made me right, all except for that one little thing between my legs.

"You're a man?" one of Wayne's friends asked, just to make everything crystal clear. All three of those guys had been interested, the other two making eyes and waiting their turn if Wayne got shot down.

"Um…Just a little bit," I admitted, and my heart was going fast, as it always did at the moment of truth. I didn't want to be laughed at anymore than the next girl does, you know?

"Shit," Wayne snorted, and that was that.

His two friends looked a little uncomfortable as well. I suppose it's kinda hard for a young man to admit that he was attracted to another man. All three of those guys knew that about each other now, that they liked me, and after a few minutes they'd laugh about it and it would be okay again, except I'd have to be someplace else. The only good thing was that there were a lot of boys there, like I said, and while rejection really does suck, I wasn't going to give up that easily!

"You're a transvestite?" A cute guy with beautiful brown eyes stared at me. I wasn't sure if he liked the idea or not.

"No, uh-uh," I shook my head. "I'm a transsexual," I told him, wondering if he'd understand the difference and suspecting he wouldn't.

He left me with a quick blink or two and I just shrugged, looking around for Darla and that seemed hopeless. It was a couple hours after we'd arrived and now the place was packed, even though most of the party had moved outside. Half the campus probably showed up at one time or another that evening and a lot of the kids stayed for at least a little while. I'd been having fun, despite about a dozen dismal failures with an equal number of reasonably attractive young men. I'll admit I was starting to lose hope and my mind had wandered to Keith, my roommate at the dorm, and I wondered what he was doing.

Keith had been my fuck buddy for a little while, until that very afternoon when we'd sort of ruined it. He had a serious girlfriend back in West Virginia and I kind of wanted to be his serious girlfriend here in Washington. Keith liked me a lot and he almost didn't mind that I had boy parts, but he wasn't completely comfortable with me yet. At least, not enough to want all of me, and the thing with Suzanne, his girlfriend…It all bummed me out.

"Hi," a warm voice interrupted my brief melancholy, and I smiled up at a good looking black guy as he offered me a plastic cup. "You look kinda empty," he said. "So I thought I'd fill you up."

"Oh!" I grinned and gave the man a little of my pink tongue in appreciation of his innuendo. "Thank you. I'm Brandy," I said, accepting the beer and determined not to drink any of it.

I'd managed to get by without a cup in my hand for nearly half an hour, but rules are rules.

"Yeah, I know," he said. "Hereford Hall, right? Undeclared major, the sweet little blonde from Kansas?"

"What?" I blinked at him and then laughed. "Have you been stalking me?"

"No!" He gave me a pained look and then grinned. "Well, maybe a little. I overheard you talking to some other guys. I just had to work up some courage."

"Really?" I gave him a doubtful look.

He was big and healthy, muscular the way I like my men to be. He had unruly black hair, not kinky, but just really thick and wavy sorta, I took in his rich coffee colored skin and soft brown eyes and tiny dimples when he smiled…Wow! All of that was making me feel good inside. He didn't strike me as the sort of guy with a huge confidence problem, not the way he was looking into my eyes just then.

"I'm Dave Deere." He held out his hand and I gave him my fingertips.

"Dave Deere?" I laughed and he gave me a little frown as he held my hand gently.

"Like the tractor, yeah…What's so funny?"

"Nothing," I shook my head. "I'm sorry. You have a really nice name. I like it."

"Okay." He smiled then and let go of my hand. "I thought maybe you didn't believe me."

"Why, uh…Why wouldn't I believe you?" I wondered with a curious look.

"Ummm…" That seemed to confuse Dave for a second and we were both just sort of smiling at each other. It seemed strange and kinda funny.

"Hey Dave…" A red-headed giant suddenly put a huge hand on Dave's shoulder. "Some of us are heading off campus, you wanna come?"

"No. That's okay, man," Dave told the guy, and he smiled at me. "I'm fine right here."

"Cool." The man offered me a toothy grin and turned away. "Look out little people!" he said loudly, sounding an awful lot like thunder rolling through a valley, and people did look out.

"That's the biggest guy I ever saw in my life," I said. "Did you see him?"

"Who? Lenny?" Dave nodded. "Yeah, I see him every day."

"He was huge!" I giggled, feeling sort of dumb.

"He's pretty big." Dave laughed with me, enjoying my reaction to his friend. "He's got a big ass, I know that much."

"What?" I gasped and spilled some of my drink as I burst out laughing.

"Lenny's my center, yeah," he said, as if that explained anything.

"The center of what?"

"The football team." Dave looked at me with a curious smile. "You don't know who I am?"

"Uh…You're Dave, right?" I giggled and I knew I wasn't drunk, but I sorta felt like it just then.

"I'm the quarterback for the Lions."

"Oh." I blinked at him and I had to think about it for a second. "That's the football team!"

"Yeah!" He grinned at me. "I thought that's why…Never mind."

"Why…" I just shook my head. "Can we, um…Can we like, start over?"

"Yeah," Dave agreed. "Let's do that, but not here…Do you want to go for a drive? My car's outside."

"Absolutely." I smiled, more than ready for some fresh air.

I spotted Darla as we made our way out of the frat house. She smiled when she saw Dave holding my hand, leading me towards the door. He was well over six feet tall and muscular, and handsome like I said, and Darla just gave me a little thumbs up and a questioning look, like how far was this gonna go? I shrugged and smiled back, not knowing exactly what was going on with this guy, but it did look promising so far.

Everyone knew Dave too, or so it seemed. Every other person we passed said hello to him, especially the girls, and I might have felt a twinge of jealousy when he'd smile back. But it was my hand he was holding and I ignored a few catty looks as we passed. Some of those girls were serious too, especially the ones wearing their college cheerleader outfits. They knew they were hot and I had to admit I'd always wanted to be a cheerleader, silly as that sounds, but I'd been a boy until just recently, and in rural Kansas the boys didn't get to play with pom-poms.

"This is a really nice car," I said as Dave opened the passenger door of a little black Porsche for me.

"Yeah," he said, watching my legs as my skirt slid up my thighs. "Don't tell anyone it's mine though."

"Why?" I asked him with a giggle, tugging my skirt back into place, but he didn't answer until he was in the driver's seat.

"College rules," he said. "Student athletes aren't supposed to accept gifts."

"Oh," I shrugged at that. "So, um…Whose car is this? If someone asks, I mean."

"Hmmm…" Dave grinned at me as we pulled away from the curb. "We'll just say we stole it."

"Oh yeah!" I rolled my eyes. "That'll be better."

"I'd be in less trouble probably." He chuckled, looking at me as much as at the road. "You know, you're really beautiful."

"Am I?" I flirted with him, combing my fingers through my hair. "But you know…"

"You live at Hereford, yeah," he nodded. "I heard you talking with the other guys."

"And you don't care?" I wondered, because I really wanted to know before we went too far in any sense of the word.

"I care," he told me seriously. "That's why I wanted to meet you."

"Okay." I felt warm all over and my tummy was tight, but in a nice way. "Most guys, um…they kind of don't like my…you know…"

"They want you to be a girl," Dave suggested, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I said, thinking of Keith mostly. "They can see me like this and almost forget everything else."

"Is that what you want?" he wondered. "To be a girl someday?"

"I am a girl." I giggled nervously because I'd never really talked like this with anyone before, certainly not a guy I'd just met!

"You know what I mean." Dave looked at me and his gentle eyes made my heart thump.

"Ummm…" I shook my head. "No. I like who I am. I don't want to change myself, at least not that much. I want just want bigger boobs."

I laughed when I realized what I'd just said and I could feel my face burning with some embarrassment. This wasn't exactly the sort of conversation I'd envisioned for a first date, if that's what this was. It felt like one anyway and the truth was that it wasn't only my first date with Dave…It was my first date ever! At least as Brandy and my dates back in high school didn't count at all, believe me. Three dates with three different girls just to please my parents, and none of them had been very exciting. My one kiss with a girl had felt kind of…Well, I wasn't a lesbian, put it that way.

"Oh?" Dave was looking at my chest and nodding, but he didn't laugh at me and I was grateful for that.

"You think so too, huh?" I asked him, just because I was already embarrassed, so I didn't figure I could hurt anything.

"Maybe," he teased me with a shrug. "I think I'd have to get a closer look first."

"A closer look?" I giggled at that. "We'll see. Where are we going anyway?"

"Just driving," Dave said. "Where do you want to go? I could take you back to my place, but…"

"But?"

"But I don't want you to think that I think your that kind of a girl," Dave smiled and then frowned. "I think."

"Stop it!" I laughed at him. "No. I don't want to go to your place tonight."

"We could go park by the lake."

"Oh, is that the kind of girl I am?"

"Well, a guy has to try," he said, pulling into a Denny's. "Otherwise he isn't serious."

"Really?" I asked, and he was parking near the restaurant. "I don't want to date a guy who isn't serious."

"I don't want to date a girl who parks on a first date." Dave turned in his seat and his eyes were bright and brown under the fluorescent lights.

"Then it must be fate," I said lightly, licking my lips and feeling my heart still thumping. "But what are your friends going to say?"

"If they're my friends, I won't have to worry about it."

"And if they're not?" I asked him softly, really hoping I could believe the man.

"Then I don't care what they say," Dave whispered, and we could have kissed right then. It was the perfect moment and we were both feeling it, but the waiting was so much better.

"Are we going to go inside?" I wondered after a long ten seconds of just looking at each other.

"Yeah," he smiled at me, showing off his perfect teeth. "I want to watch you eat some pie."

"You do?" I looked at him doubtfully.

"Oh yeah," Dave said. "You can tell a lot about a girl by how she likes her pie."

"That sounds almost…obscene," I giggled. "What kind of pie do you like?"

"Cherry." He grinned. "What else? How about you?"

"Me? Hmmm…" I had to think about it. "Banana cream pie, I think. That sounds pretty yummy."

"You like the cream pies, huh?" Dave nodded like that meant something.

"Yeah…so?" I was smiling and feeling self-conscious for some reason.

"Nothing," he shrugged. "I just figured a girl from Kansas would go for something more…"

"Old fashioned?" I giggled. "I'm not in Kansas anymore."

"No, you're not," Dave chuckled. "Don't move. I want to do the gentleman thing."

"The gentleman thing?" I shook my head as Dave got out of the car and moved quickly to open my door. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," he said, taking my hand in his and that was feeling really nice as he helped me out of his car.

If anyone in there wondered at the big black man being with the pretty blonde girl, I really didn't care. I don't think Dave did either, but I had to admit that part of me wondered if he didn't like me just because I was white. I didn't think so and I certainly wasn't attracted to him only because he was black, but I wasn't so naïve that I wasn't aware of the possibility. My first few weeks at college had been an eye-opening experience, especially once I'd met Darla and started socializing with some of the other women on campus. Black men were a favorite topic, believe me. It was like they were the flavor of the month or something for some of those girls.

I put it out of my head though. Dave was being very sweet, even charming in a cool and casual way, and I was enjoying myself quite a lot with him. He could have picked up any number of pretty girls at that party, white or black or whatever, but he wasn't looking for a girl, I reminded myself. Or at least not a girl who wasn't like me and that was a whole other topic. I wanted to discuss it and understand Dave's interest in me better, but not sitting in the middle of a Denny's!

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"I had a real good time tonight," I said a little reluctantly, just because I didn't want the night to end.

"Me too, Brandy," Dave said, turning off the engine and it was very quiet suddenly in the parking lot of my dorm.

He was reluctant too, I thought, but still being the perfect gentleman, as he'd been all night long. Aside from a little innuendo here and there, a little playful teasing maybe, Dave hadn't done anything except make me feel comfortable. And special. And warm all over. I was very warm, sitting in his little sports car and wishing I didn't have to say goodnight to the man. I wanted to do other things and my nipples were hard and my tummy tingled and my girlish cock had been hard all night long. I kept my purse in my lap, trying to hide the small tent in my skirt. Well, I was probably just imagining that, but still…

"What are you doing tomorrow night?" Dave asked. His right arm had slid behind me, over the seatback, and I wished he'd put it around my shoulders.

"My nails," I shrugged with a little laugh. "Nothing. What are you doing?"

"Picking you up," he decided, his dark eyes looking into mine.

"You are?" I gave him my petulant smile again and I was getting better at it. Dave sighed when I did that.

"Oh yeah," he nodded. "Seven o'clock. Dinner. Dancing. Okay?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "I like that."

"You're beautiful," Dave said, and I felt his fingertips on my right shoulder, just touching me lightly and I shivered.

"I should, um…" I swallowed hard and bit my bottom lip. My heart stuttered and I wanted that kiss so badly.

Dave's lips were soft and he held my shoulder then, not too tightly, but just enough as I opened for a brief touch of his tongue on mine. Just for a second and then it was over, and I had to go because I was about to become the sort of girl Dave didn't really want me to be. Our first date. Our first kiss. That was as much as he wanted and knowing that was just making it harder for both of us.

"Oh hmmm…" He smiled, sucking his lips and nodding like it had been exactly what he'd expected.

"Yeah," I breathed, blinking rapidly. My insides were melting.

"Let me walk you." Dave suddenly moved and I think he wanted to suggest something else. I know I did.

I waited until he opened my door and I got out slowly, but even so my skirt rode up my thighs, and probably I could have been a little more modest, but…He got a glimpse of my panties, just a flash before I stood up and smoothed my skirt with a blush and giggle.

Dave walked me right up to the front doors and a couple guys were sitting there on the steps, smoking cigarettes because they couldn't smoke inside. They watched us as Dave put his arm around my waist and that felt nice, kind of intimate and possessive and, I don't know. It just seemed really nice and when we got to the steps he put both hands on my hips, turning me towards him so I could look up into his face.

"Seven o'clock, right?" he asked, and I nodded.

"I'll be here," I agreed. "Um…What should I wear?"

"Whatever you want."

"Okay." I smiled self-consciously because those boys were watching, but Dave didn't care at all.

"Goodnight, Brandy," he said.

"Goodnight, Dave," I said, and then I put my hands on his shoulders, kind of pulling myself up as I stood tip-toe and kissed his cheek. "Thanks for tonight."

I smiled and turned away quickly, flirting as I went up the steps and through the doors with one last look over my shoulder and Dave was still standing there, smiling and watching me.

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"Keith?" I whispered, opening the door to our room slowly. It was dark and he was already in bed, sleeping it seemed.

I moved around mostly by feel, being slow and careful because I didn't want to wake the man up. It was kind of late, like after one in the morning, but I wasn't even a little tired after my date with Dave. God! It had been like a dream. I couldn't have ordered a better evening from a catalogue, you know? It had been perfect and I kicked off my heels, stripped out of my skirt, and pulled my blouse over my head without unbuttoning it. I just left my clothes on the floor and I thought about going to the bathroom and washing my face. I was going to end up with a stained pillowcase if I didn't, but I didn't care.

I left my bra and panties on and got on my bed. I was thinking about Dave and reliving the evening, trying to remember everything we'd said to each other. I closed my eyes and imagined his eyes and the man's smile, the way he'd smelled so good, and his fingers on my shoulder. Dave's lips touching mine…

"Mmmm…" I sighed, playing with my swollen nipples through the lace of my bra, pressing my palm to my tits and feeling them ache. My chest hurt, like my breasts were trying to grow, and it felt so good to rub them, feeling my bra rough and soft all at once against my flushed skin.

My other hand massaged my cock, stiff and trapped inside my panties. I was wet down there and had been for most of the night as precum spilled out of my excited cocky. I rubbed her like a large clit, five inches of girlish arousal that shouldn't have been there at all, but I didn't mind. Dave knew about it and he liked me that way. He'd told me so and I was cupping my penis and squeezing, lifting my butt off the bed and grinding my sex into my hand.

The bed started squeaking and I moaned weakly, panting as I felt my orgasm rise. This wasn't taking long at all and the butterflies in my tummy were trying to get loose. Dave was kissing me then, his hand moving across my body and his mouth on my neck, moving down to find my tits. He was kissing my nipples, sucking them for me, biting me gently. I was going to cum and he was between my legs, between my spread thighs with his large, manly cock sliding over my throbbing cocky. His dark scrotum moving across my skin, his chest pressing me down into the mattress while he made love to me.

"Brandy?" Keith's whisper froze me and I held my breath, frowning as I realized I'd woken him up. I wondered how much noise I'd been making. Too much, obviously, and I was so close! Another minute was all I needed, but I couldn't do it if I knew Keith was listening to me!

"Ummm…sorry," I whispered back, feeling myself burn with embarrassment.

"Do you want to come over here?" he asked, cautiously, like he wasn't completely sure what he was doing.

"What?" I breathed, trying to relax, but my whole body felt tight. I was so not comfortable with being caught like that.

"In my bed…Do you, uh…want to?" Keith repeated, but I wasn't sure what he really wanted. I mean, he wanted sex, but did he want to make love to me? Or did he want a blowjob or just talk or what?

And what did I want? I felt so horny it hurt and Keith, he was so good looking and I'd already started missing him after the thing with his girlfriend, and I wanted him. I didn't know what I wanted. I was thinking of Dave and how he could have had me anytime he'd wanted that night. All he'd needed to do was ask and I wouldn't have said no to anything Dave wanted from me. But all he'd wanted was a kiss goodnight and I loved that so much. It made me special and I wanted that even more than I wanted sex.

"I kinda have a boyfriend now," I said softly, making up my mind and closing my eyes, not knowing how Keith would react.

"Oh," he said, that was all.

"I'm sorry," I said, and I really was, but Keith didn't say anything else and I wasn't really in the mood for masturbation after that.

It took a long time before I fell asleep and mostly I spent the minutes wondering if Keith was angry with me now. He probably thought I was punishing him or something, like I blamed him for feeling guilty about Suzanne and I was making him pay for it. But that wasn't it at all. I really did have a boyfriend now, maybe, and I had to give it a chance, you know? I wanted to be the girl Dave wanted me to be, especially since he knew what kind of girl I really was!

I just had to figure out how I was going to deal with Keith, because I really liked him too. And now he wanted me back? What did that mean? Keith was going to give up on Suzanne and get serious with me, or did he just want to fool around some more behind her back? How come everything had to be so complicated all the time? It didn't seem very fair to me and I didn't know what I was doing. Dealing with two boyfriends at the same time…I'd never even had one before!

My grandma always said, "When it rains, it pours." I thought I was just starting to understand what that meant, but as it turned out, I had no idea.

Keith was up and gone by the time I woke up, probably out for a run to the gym. He was a baseball player and a healthy one too, much like Dave, and I wondered if they knew each other. They probably didn't, I decided while I was in the shower. Why would they? I was kind of happy with that thought, but I don't know why, except I'd rather the two guys I wanted to fuck most in the world didn't know about each other.

"Hey Brandy," Stu said, and I opened my eyes under a big headful of shampoo. Speaking of guys I wanted to fuck…Yikes!

"Hi!" I kinda blinked at him because of the soap, but he was totally naked too, so…

He'd turned out to be one of my best friends, since Stu was like the first guy I'd met at college. He was cute and cool and he'd helped me dye my hair before I'd even unpacked. I liked the boy a lot and I knew he liked me, and sometimes I almost thought we might have something going. Like we really could, you know? If he pushed it a little maybe. If I wasn't so happy to have him as a friend and unwilling to spoil it. I'd been waiting for him to ask me out, but he hadn't, and right then I was glad of that or I might not have met Dave.

That seemed like kind of a bad thought. I turned around so Stu wouldn't see me frown at myself. He wanted to look at my butt anyway, I thought. Stu liked walking behind me and sometimes I teased him with a little more wiggle than I usually had. It was pretty fun and as I rinsed the shampoo out of my hair, I arched my back and pushed out my ass, putting on a show for the guy, since it was just the two of us in there anyway.

Blame it on me waking up horny, which was actually sorta normal, but this morning it was even worse than usual. I'd gone to sleep frustrated and having second thoughts about refusing Keith the way I had. What if he'd really wanted to be with me? Like not just for quick sex, but kissing and hugging and making love all night in his bed? God! I couldn't think like that. I shouldn't think like that. But I was thinking like that and it was bad, and now Stu was there, getting hot and wet under the shower next to mine and watching me as I posed for him.

"Hey, uh…I heard you were with a guy last night," Stu said once I'd finished rinsing my hair and could pay more attention to him.

"Uh-huh." I looked at Stu, seeing his cock standing out from his body, not completely hard, but getting there. He turned away from me slightly, kind of washing around himself and trying to hide his excitement.

"Are you guys like serious?"

"I don't know yet." I laughed lightly, picking up my soap and rubbing it across my nipples just because they were itchy all of a sudden. "It was just one date, sorta. He's nice though."

"Oh." Stu nodded at that and he was looking at my tits, my small, barely there breasts with my puffy brown nipples sticking straight out.

"Why?" I wondered, wishing I could really grab my cock and just jerk off. I'd grab Stu's cock as well, I thought, and jerk us both off together under the hot water. That would be nice, especially if he kissed my tits for me. If Stu grabbed my ass in both hands and squeezed me while I rubbed his erection against my girly penis, stroking us together slowly.

"I was wondering if, uh…" Stu swallowed hard and his cock was standing up now, pointing at me while he massaged it with a soapy hand.

"Wondering what?" I breathed, squeezing my cock and moving a little closer to the man. I couldn't help it.

"If you wanted to go out with me," Stu said. "Tonight maybe or…sometime?"

"Ummm…" I should have expected it sooner or later and I guess it showed on my face.

"I don't mean like a date or anything," he said quickly, turning red and not just from the shower. "We could just hang out or something."

"Yeah," I said, knowing that wasn't what he'd meant at all, but I didn't want to hurt him more than I already had. "I kinda have plans for tonight though."

"Sure, yeah," Stu nodded. "I'm sorry, I…"

"No. It's okay." I smiled at him and the excitement I'd been feeling just a half-minute before was going away. "We can hang out sometime. Like, I dunno. Monday night? You wanna do something then?"

"Do you want to see a movie?" he suggested, and his cock had gone down a little too, I noticed.

"Sure," I agreed. "That would be great."

"Okay." He nodded and smiled back at me, and maybe I wasn't agreeing to a real date or whatever, but it was better than nothing.

"We'll just have dinner here and then go?" I asked, cause I didn't have a lot of money for going out and I wasn't going to ask Stu to pay for me! Then it would be a date and I had no idea what would be going on with me and Dave by then. Or me and Keith, for that matter, and it was really pouring now, I figured.

"Or I can take you to dinner…" Stu offered, but I shook my head with a giggle at that idea.

"We won't be hanging out if you have to do all the paying."

"I don't mind," he said, but I was pretty sure I had to make sure it wasn't gonna be a date until it was okay to be a date, you know?

"You can buy me dinner on my birthday," I teased him, rinsing the soap off my breasts and tummy and my only sorta hard cocky.

"When's that?" Stu asked seriously, and I laughed.

"I'm not telling!"

He gave me a happy little pout and Stu was so awesome. Not all big and handsome maybe, not like Keith or Dave, but definitely cute and very cool in a boy next door sort of way. It wouldn't be very hard to like Stu a lot!

I finished my shower and went to the kitchen for some lunch, since it was about that time. I'd slept in pretty late, like most of the guys it seemed, as they all looked like they'd just rolled out of bed. Most of them had been to the frat party and I'd seen more than a couple of them there and a bunch of them had seen me leaving with Dave, of course. That seemed to be the hot topic for the day, although I didn't realize it at first. The guys all got sorta quiet when I walked into the kitchen.

They did that anyway though, some of them. A lot of the guys accepted me for what I was, a girl stuck with boy parts, but there's always a few who just didn't get it and probably never would. I avoided them and better yet, they tended to avoid me, so it worked out mostly. I walked in wearing a pair of soft jeans, riding low on my hips and showing off my flat tummy, with a t-shirt on top; not too small, but deliberately short. It was cool and it had a cartoon girl sticking her tongue out on the front. She was saying, "Boys are icky!" and I thought that had been pretty funny when I'd bought it. My hair was still wet and I was combing it through my fingers, even though it was already combed for real.

"What's up?" I smiled at a dozen guys and sniffed the air. Marie's kitchen always smelled good!

"Hey…Hi…'Sup, Brandy…Mornin'…" they all replied, some smiling at me, some just kinda staring at me the way they did, and all of them trying to remember I wasn't a total girl. It was kind of a fun tease.

"No morning here!" Marie frowned and she was older and black and from Haiti, and she had serious French accent. "Too much sleeping for you!" she said, meaning all of us, and we were kind of used to her by then. Marie was really nice one you got to know her.

"Hi." I smiled at Keith, since he was there, and I was feeling pretty nervous. He was already sitting down while I got a bowl of tomato soup from a big pot on the stove.

"Hi Brandy," he smiled back at me, but I thought he looked kind of nervous too.

"I saw you at the party last night," Carl grabbed my attention as he took a seat at the big table.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I was there for a little bit."

"Saw you taking off with Dave Deere." He grinned at me. "You guys hook up or what?"

"Uhhh…" I grinned back at him and stuck out my tongue.

"The quarterback?" a boy named Scott asked Carl, and then he looked at me. "You're going out with Deere?"

"Kinda," I said, wanting to glance at Keith, but I forced myself not to. "He's taking me out tonight."

"He's a fag?" another guy wondered. His name was Owen and he was one of the guys I avoided, since I was a total fag so far as he was concerned. That was his favorite word, by the way. Fag.

"Shut-up," Keith said, frowning at the guy.

"I don't think so," I said seriously. "I think he just likes me."

"Must be the hair." Carl smiled at me and he'd tried to get inside my panties a couple times. I had to sort of be careful around him and there were a few guys like that in the dorm.

"Brothers like blondes," Darrel chuckled in agreement, and he was very black and very handsome. We'd had a good time in the shower together the other day. Not touching or anything, but…Oh! I really had to watch out for him!

"He's only half-black anyway," someone said. "His dad's white, I heard."

"Yeah," I said, sitting down between Keith and Carl, like they'd been saving the seat just for me. "Dave was telling me about his family last night."

"Oh yeah?" Keith looked at me and I looked back at him.

"I can't believe he's a fag." Owen shook his head. "He almost won the Heisman last year."

"What?" I asked Keith. "We were just talking. Getting to know each other a little, you know."

"Yeah." Keith nodded slowly, but he didn't look too happy about it.

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"Can we talk a little?" I asked Keith. I hadn't even finished my soup, just so I could walk out of the kitchen with him. I wasn't very hungry anyway.

"Sure," he agreed, and five minutes later we were in our room, looking at each other and I wasn't sure what I wanted to say.

"Um…" I sat down on my bed, crossing my legs and looking small.

"I know," Keith said, sitting down on his bed and facing me. "It's none of my business if you have a boyfriend."

"I just don't know what we're doing," I said. "I mean, you asked me out, but…"

"You mean my girlfriend?" he asked, and I nodded.

"Her and…me too," I sighed. "What did you want to do last night?"

"Uhhh…last night?" Keith cleared his throat and pulled his fingers through his brown hair.

"In your bed?" I reminded him needlessly, but I really wanted to know what he'd been thinking about.

"Yeah, Brandy. I just…I don't know," he admitted, which was the same as telling me he'd just wanted me to suck his cock, probably.

I stood up and unbuttoned my jeans, pushing them down my hips and wriggling my butt. Keith just watched me with a curious look on his handsome face and I didn't really know what I was doing. I did it anyway though. I pushed my jeans down my legs, stepping out of them so the legs were turned inside out. I rubbed my soft cock through my pink panties for a second and then I was pushing those down as well. I kicked them off and stood there in nothing but that short t-shirt, holding my cocky between my thumb and finger, playing with it in front of him.

"This is part of me too," I said softly. "I want to be with you, but it's gotta be all of me, Keith."

"Brandy…"

"I don't want to just have sex sometimes, you know?" I explained. "I don't want a fuck buddy. Okay?"

"I know," he nodded.

"If you want me," I told him, walking closer as he sat on his bed. "All of me, Keith. You can have me."

"I do want you," he breathed, and my cocky was hard by then.

I oulled at it with my fingers along the top of the shaft, stroking it as I stood in front of him. It would rise as my fingers drew the skin taut, hard and pink and eager, with my smooth sexy balls hanging between my creamy thighs. I was a girl all over; even my boy parts were feminine, and I was giving Keith a good look at me, offering myself to him with only one reservation.

"But…" I stepped back as Keith's hands reached for my hips. "I won't go out with you if you have another girlfriend."

"Suzanne," he sighed, and his hands fell empty onto his thighs.

"Suzanne," I agreed, looking down at him. "If she's your girlfriend, then what am I going to be?"

That was the whole issue right there. I'd been content for a little while with just having sex with Keith, jerking him off and sucking him while he ignored my cocky. But it wasn't enough for me. I needed more from a man. I wanted a boyfriend and I liked Keith a lot. I'd give him a real chance to be with me, but not if he was in love with someone else. I might have been a lot of things, but I wasn't a slut. I wasn't going to fuck a guy just because it felt good and that's what I wanted to explain to Keith.

"I'll call Dave," I told him seriously, "I'll tell him it's over, if you call Suzanne."

"I…" Keith shook his head and looked down. "I can't, Brandy."

"Alright," I sighed, and I wasn't going to argue or cry. I picked up my panties off the floor and started pulling them back on.

 

Chapter 4