New Horizons - Chapter 05

Really Bad ideas

 

"Ouch!" I said softly, wincing as I sat down for my anthropology class.

Nobody noticed, I hoped. Amidst the chaos of forty-some students finding their seats, turning off celphones, finding books and notebooks and netbooks, and especially on a Monday, because everybody was talking about their weekends and…

"What's the matter, Brandy?" Darla asked.

She was my best friend and confidante, and I giggled, blushed, and stuck-out the tip of my tongue at her.

"You didn't?" She blinked at me. "You did! Oh my God!"

"Yeah." I grinned as she started laughing and some of the other students were watching us. Well, a lot of the guys looked at us anyway, since Darla was dark and cute and I was blonde and decidedly hot.

"Last night?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Uh-huh." I leaned close, which was easy because we were in an auditorium, kinda like a movie theater except brighter. "He took me to the Lion's Den."

"The Lion's Den?" Darla narrowed her eyes. "What's that?"

"Kinda like a frat house, I think." I wasn't exactly sure why the football team would have their own house and I really didn't know how to explain it.

"Did it hurt?" she wondered.

"A little," I replied. "But only at first. After that it was just…mmmm…awesome!"

"Oh God!" Darla gasped happily.

"I'm not a virgin anymore!" I giggled.

"Did he…" she paused and looked around, then lowered her voice even more. "Did he use a condom?"

"What? No. Uh-uh." I shook my head. "Why would he? It's not like he's gonna knock me up."

"Duh!" My best friend rolled her eyes. "I just mean, you know…safe sex, Brandy. Come on."

"It was safe," I whispered back. "I never did it with anyone before."

"Not you! Him!" Darla sounded a little exasperated and I blamed it on my blonde hair. "He's gay, right?"

"No!" I blinked at her and sat up straight, wondering why she'd think that about the guy. Of course, I knew why she'd think that, but she didn't know Dave! He wasn't a fag, not at all.

"I'm sorry," she sighed, frowning a little. "I didn't mean it like that, okay? I just mean, you don't know where he's been."

"Where he's been?" I almost smiled, but I didn't want to let Darla off the hook that easily. "He's been with me. Dave's a nice guy."

"You should make sure," she decided, and then the professor wanted our attention as he started his class.

I knew what Darla meant. She wanted me to make sure my new boyfriend was clean and healthy and safe for taking bareback in my butt. Even if he hadn't been having sex with fags or whatever, there were a lot of girls running around with all kinds of nasty bugs. It had even been mentioned in the college orientation handbook. "Practice Safe Sex!" written in big, bold letters along with the address and phone number for the local public health clinic.

But Dave wouldn't have anything like an STD, would he? No way! Now I was thinking about it though, because some of those bugs you just can't ever get rid of, you know? And some of them will even kill you ten years later when you're not even thinking about it. No! That was insane. Dave was wasn't like that. He'd be careful, except he hadn't even asked me if I was clean and of course I was, but he couldn't know that. And he'd probably had a lot of sex with a lot of those bimbo cheerleaders that the football players were banging two at a time in the Lions Den, and…

It was kind of freaking me out and I gave Darla a dirty look for totally spoiling my beautiful mood. She didn't notice though and it wasn't her fault. She was just being my friend. It was my fault for not saying anything the night before, but I'd been a virgin! How was I supposed to know I was supposed to worry about that stuff? This really sucked, and that was the reason too, because I'd been a virgin and now I wasn't and maybe I just wanted to be scared of something.

"Hey, you can cover for me in psych class, right?" I asked Darla as we packed up our stuff.

"This afternoon?" She shrugged. "Sure. Why?"

"I have to go to the clinic," I said, and I caught the look on her face. "Not because of last night. I just need to get my hormones."

"Oh." Darla nodded as we stood up. "Yeah. I'll get the notes for you."

"Cool." I smiled at her.

"You should get tested though," she told me. "I mean, as long as you're going to be there anyway."

"Hmmm…" I made a face, but I'd been thinking about that too.

"Hey!" Some guy smiled at me. "You're Dave Deere's girlfriend, right?"

"Uh…" I blinked at him. "Yeah."

"Great," he nodded. "He's pretty awesome."

"Okay." I giggled, thinking this was pretty weird. "I'll, uh…tell him you said that."

"That's Deere's girlfriend?" I heard someone else asking, and a few other comments as well, mostly about how good Dave is at football and how hot I was for being his girlfriend. It was really weird.

"You're getting famous, Brandy." Darla laughed and I just shrugged, wondering how long it would take before the whole campus knew I had a dick. I'd be real famous then.

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I felt pretty sore after losing my virginity to Dave the night before, so I'd dressed down in comfortable jeans and a t-shirt, with panties and a bra underneath. Mostly I'd wanted to wear clothes that would go with my sneakers, my baby blue Skechers, because high heels would have been seriously uncomfortable! It was a long five blocks to the Sunrise Clinic, which was a woman's health clinic, but since I wanted female hormones, that's where I had to go.

It sounds kind of strange to say I was seeing a gynecologist when I didn't even have a vagina, but Dr. Hurst was a nice enough lady and she didn't seem to think it was too awfully weird. She'd explained to me that I wasn't the clinic's only transgendered patient, but I was the prettiest one. Or so she'd told me and I believed her. I mean, if you can't trust your gyno…Who can you trust?

"Just wait here for a few minutes," the nurse told me after drawing some blood and having me pee in a cup. "The doctor will be with you shortly."

"Thanks," I said, rubbing my arms as I sat on a chair. Why are examination rooms always so cold?

At least I didn't have to get naked or anything. This was my fourth visit and the first one had taken awhile, since I'd had to fill out a lot of paperwork, but getting a new prescription only took a few minutes. Dr. Hurst just wanted to see me and make sure I wasn't getting sick or going crazy or anything. I guess it's a big responsibility putting people on drugs, so I didn't really blame her. I just wish she'd give me more than ten days worth at a time.

"Hi, you must be Brandy. Sorry to keep you waiting." A man smiled apologetically as he entered the room, closing the door behind him.

"It wasn't too long." I gave him a confused smile, taking in the white lab coat he wore over a light blue dress shirt and charcoal slacks. "Uh…Where's Dr. Hurst?"

"With another patient," he told me. "I'm Dr. Benson and…Would you rather wait for her? It could be awhile."

"Um…No, its okay," I said, and I guess he'd caught the look on my face. The place was a clinic though, with a bunch of doctors, and they were all busy.

"So? How are we feeling?" he asked, taking his own seat on a stool with squeaky wheels. He was a good looking man, except too young to be a doctor, I thought. Like barely thirty years old maybe, with black hair and blue eyes and smelling like aftershave.

"Good," I shrugged, watching as he opened the thin folder with my file in it.

"Uh hmmm…" he nodded. "You've been taking the pills every day? Your estrogen and progestin?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Just like Dr. Hurst told me to."

"Okay." He looked up. "Any tenderness or swelling…"

"Um, sort of," I said, blushing for no good reason. "My breasts are pretty tender. Kind of…sore sometimes."

"Alright." The doctor smiled. "Can you take off your shirt for me? Anything else? Headaches or nausea? Rashes or irritation? Anything like that?"

"No," I said, pulling my t-shirt up and over my head, shaking my blonde hair loose and I hadn't worn a bra or anything.

I felt a little shy, you know, sitting there while Dr. Benson rolled his stool closer and examined my breasts. They'd grown a little in the month since I'd started taking the hormones, but not all that much. Not like I'd hoped they would and I wouldn't even fill an A-cup yet, but my brown nipples were fat and swollen, and they were definitely tender.

"Oh!" I made a little face as Dr. Benson pressed his fingers just under my left nipple, kind of hard too. I mean, he was being gentle and his hands were soft and warm, but he really pressed hard that time, kind of rubbing around like he as feeling for something.

"Does that hurt?"

"Not really." I licked my lips. "It's like, um…I don't know…"

"Just tender?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "Tender."

"Okay." He smiled at me. "That's alright. It looks like you have some bruising."

"Ah, well..." I giggled nervously and I finally had a reason to blush. "My boyfriend, he kind of likes to kiss me. There, I mean."

"A little nibbling too, I bet," he chuckled. "There's no pain when he's doing that?"

"No." I took a deep breath. "It feels good."

"Good." Dr. Benson liked to smile and I shrugged, feeling like a little girl for some reason. "How about your testes?"

"My what?" I blinked at him, knowing what he was talking about, but… "My testes? They're, um…Fine."

"You haven't noticed any changes down there?"

"No." I shook my head. "Should I?"

"Probably not yet, but with continued treatment your testicles may shrink somewhat," he told me. "You might experience some difficulty in achieving erection and your orgasms may be noticeably less, uh…energetic."

"Oh!" I laughed softly, making a little face. "No, that's, um…everything still works okay."

"Alright," he nodded. "Well, you seem to be responding well enough. I can put you on a thirty day treatment cycle and we'll check on your progress every month."

"Okay."

"Did Dr. Hurst mention counseling?" he asked me. "Have you considered talking with someone about your situation?"

"I'm thinking about it," I told him, but I'd really decided I was pretty okay with who…and what…I was.

I didn't need to see a psychiatrist and try and figure out why I thought I was a girl, it seemed perfectly obvious to me. To most other people as well really, but Dr. Hurst had assumed that someday I was going to get the big operation too. She'd given me a pamphlet about SRS, Sexual Reassignment Surgery, and I hadn't gotten past the first paragraph! A pussy would be nice, but I was kind of attached to my penis and I thought my cocky was pretty anyway. It didn't make me any less of a woman, in my opinion, and who else's counted?

Dave liked it anyway, I thought with a smile, and I pulled my t-shirt back on while the doctor filled out a new prescription for me.

"Um…Dr. Benson?"

"Hmmm…"

"I was wondering…I mean, um…I wanted to know if, uh…"

"What is it, Brandy?" He looked up at me.

"Last night, I kind of had…sex?" I didn't know why I made it sound like a question. "And, uh, well…We didn't use a, um…condom…or anything."

"Oh." He nodded seriously and I could feel my cheeks burning.

"I was a virgin." I giggled and rolled my eyes, because he probably didn't need to know that. "But, I don't know if…I mean, he might have had a lot of other girlfriends and…"

"I see," Dr. Benson cleared his throat and put his pen down. "We're you, uh…giving or receiving?"

"Receiving," I said with a hard swallow, and admitting to someone I barely knew, even my doctor, that I'd been having sex in my butt…That was weird.

"Were you bleeding afterwards?" he asked me, and I nodded.

"A little," I agreed. "I kind of wiped myself after and, uh…there was a little blood."

"Okay," he said. "Why don't you remove your pants for me and get on the table."

"Take off my pants?" I blinked at him.

"Your underwear too," he nodded. "Would you like me to get a nurse to join us?"

"Oh!" I shook my head. "No. I guess not. It's okay."

"How well do you know this man you were with?" Dr. Benson asked, retrieving some surgical gloves out of a box, like the kind Kleenex tissues come in.

"Dave?" I shrugged. "We went on three dates."

I didn't want to tell him that I'd just met the guy the previous Friday. I figured that would sound bad, like I was some kind of a slut or something. Three dates made it sound almost sorta reasonable, like maybe I'd known him for a week or two.

"And you were a virgin until last night?"

"Yeah," I agreed, folding my jeans and putting them on the chair so I stood there in my socks and a pair of white satin panties. I was really glad I wasn't wearing a thong!

"Take off your panties too," he reminded me. "And have a seat up here. Was it painful?"

"At first it was," I told him, avoiding his eyes with mine as I pushed my panties down and sat on the cold examination table. "But after awhile…It didn't really hurt very much at all."

"On your tummy for me," Dr. Benson said, standing up beside me as I rolled over. "What kind of lubricant did you use?"

"Lubricant?" I bit my bottom lip and I guess my tone of voice said it all.

"Brandy…tsk…tsk…" he clucked his tongue. "All right, let me take a look. You should always use a water based lubricant, okay? Like KY Jelly, not petroleum jelly or cooking oil…"

"Okay," I agreed, wincing slightly as the doctor spread my butt cheeks and made little humming noises.

He used lubricant and it was cold and wet, and then I winced again as Dr. Benson pushed a long, gentle finger into my tender rectum. He kept talking all the while, telling me how important it was to wash myself thoroughly before and after, to use condoms, especially with sexual partners I didn't know and trust with my life. I swear, he really said that! But of course he had to tell me about AIDS and HIV and all that, and generally he was giving me a verbal spanking because everything he was telling me to do, I hadn't and we both knew it.

"Ummm…" I kind of sighed as my butt warmed around the man's finger and I felt my little cocky growing stiff against the padded table I was laying on.

"Just a little more," Dr. Benson said softly. "Does this hurt?"

"N-No…" I breathed, kind of spreading my thighs a little wider and I couldn't help it when my butt sort of squeezed around him with a little contraction.

"Good," he said, pumping my asshole slowly, moving his middle finger in and out and going a little deeper every time.

"Uhhh-huh…" I shivered slightly and my cocky was definitely getting hard and I shifted my hips, wriggling my butt.

"You're very small inside," he told me. "There's some swelling and…"

"Oh!" I jerked with a jolt of pleasure when his fingertip found something soft and sensitive and he massaged it gently while my ass spasmed eagerly.

"Your prostate might be slightly enlarged," Dr. Benson kept his finger there and I just blinked and nodded. "But it seems to be just fine."

"Y-Yeeeah…" I agreed with a sigh, and then he eased his finger out of me and I frowned at the emptiness.

"You have some bruising, some small lacerations," he finally told me as he peeled off the gloves. "You'll want to keep yourself very clean and abstain from anal sex for at least a week, alright?"

"Okay," I agreed, accepting the tissues he offered me so I could wipe the lube from my butt.

"You also want to talk to your boyfriend, Brandy," Dr. Benson told me seriously. "You need to discuss your sexual histories with each other and talk about safe sex and what it means. Okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded, not wanting to turn over because my cocky was hard beneath my tummy as I lay there.

"I'm assuming he goes to the college?"

"Yeah. He's, um…He's Dave Deere. The quarterback?"

"David Deere?" Dr. Benson narrowed his eyes. "He's your boyfriend?"

"Uh-huh." I smiled and gave him a tiny shrug. "I didn't know who he was at first. I mean, I don't know anything about football, so…"

"I see." He almost laughed. "Well, he's kind of famous around here."

"That's what I heard," I said, and maybe it would be kind of cool to be dating the biggest sports hero in town. I hadn't really thought about it.

"Okay. Well, you need to talk with Mr. Deere and I'll make a note for the lab and ask them to check your blood for STDs," he said. "It might be too soon to tell anything for sure, so just keep your eyes open for anything unusual."

"Okay." I nodded as I finally bit the bullet and sat up slowly, putting my hands in my lap and trying to cover my excitement. For some reason my penis just didn't want to get soft and I blushed as Dr. Benson glanced at my erection and smiled, but he didn't say anything about it.

"And we can check again when you come for your next visit," he continued without batting an eye, "but I don't think you need to worry."

"I don't?"

"Probably not," he told me. "Nothing is certain, but I'm sure your boyfriend is getting regular check-ups."

"He is?"

"The college takes care of people like Dave Deere," he chuckled. "Believe me."

"Oh," I nodded. "I guess they would, huh?"

"We'll know for certain after your next visit," Dr. Benson assured me. "In the meantime, just be careful and be smart. I don't want to give you any bad news, Brandy."

"I know."

"Good." He seemed ready to leave, since my short follow-up had turned into a full exam. "Anything else?"

"No," I said, and then tilted my head slightly. "But if, um…we're both healthy and everything, can we do it without a condom sometimes?"

"You shouldn't," he said with a little sigh. "But if you want to, then…Just wash yourselves thoroughly with a good anti-bacterial soap afterwards and you'll be fine."

"Okay." I smiled and blushed, but I'd had to ask. I'd really liked feeling Dave cumming inside me and I wanted to feel it again.

The bad part was paying my bill. The clinic charged sixty dollars just to see a doctor, but getting my blood tested and all that lab stuff would cost more. I had about two hundred dollars in my purse, and my dad's credit card in case of an emergency, but I didn't even want to imagine the look on his face if he saw a bill from a woman's health clinic! He'd probably figure I was paying for an abortion, which almost made me giggle. He'd be pretty happy if I had a girlfriend, so it would be one of those good news, bad news things…until he found out the truth.

"You're all paid up," the receptionist told me some fifteen minutes later. "Here's your receipt. Do you need to make another appointment?"

"Uh…" I blinked at her. "I didn't pay yet."

"It's all taken care of," she insisted with a smile. "So…next month, is that right? I have the third at two o'clock or…"

"Yeah. That's fine," I agreed, feeling very confused.

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"Hey!" I smiled into the phone. "Are you spying on me?"

"Spying?" Dave chuckled.

"Yeah, I just walked through the door," I told him, and that was true. I hadn't even made it to the kitchen when the dorm's phone had started ringing.

"Just good timing, baby," he said. "I miss you."

"I miss you too," I sighed, folding my legs beneath my butt as I sat on a big recliner in the TV lounge. "What are you doing?"

"Getting ready for practice," he said. I could hear a lot of noise behind him, deep manly voices yelling and laughing.

"Where are you?"

"In the locker room." He laughed again. "What are you doing tonight?"

"I told you..." I rolled my eyes, ignoring the looks of the four guys who were relaxing around me. "I'm going to see a movie with a friend of mine."

"Hmmm…" Dave sighed. "A boy friend or a girl friend?"

"Shush!" I giggled. "He's just a friend."

"So it is a boy," he said. "What's up with that?"

"Are you jealous?" I teased him.

"I could be. How about I pick you up and…"

"Uh-uh…I told my friend we'd hang out a little, before I even met you. So…"

"So you're gonna be one of those teasing girlfriends, huh?"

"What?" I laughed. "I'm not teasing! Besides…" I lowered my voice. "I'm not supposed to have sex for a week."

"A week?"

"Yeah," I whispered. "Because somebody has a nice, big, hard…"

"Hmmm…"

"…black cock and my butt was too little for it."

"Shoot," Dave chuckled. "Who was that guy?"

"I don't know," I sang softly, smiling into the phone. "But now he has to wait a few days. Doctor's orders."

"Doctor, huh?" he sounded serious for a moment. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm fine," I told him. "I was just getting a new prescription, but the doctor looked at me and…"

"I didn't mean to hurt you, Brandy."

"It didn't hurt," I said. "It was amazing, but…we just gotta wait a little before we do it again."

"Hmmmm…baby," Dave sighed. "I wanna see you."

"Tomorrow, okay?"

"Promise?"

"Yeah!" I giggled. "Pick me up. Do the boyfriend thing…"

"Seven o'clock."

"…I like it."

"Okay."

"Okay," I smiled. "I gotta go."

"Wait."

"What?"

"You got a phone?"

"Ummm…" I shrugged. "I have this one, at the dorm. Why?"

"I want to call you tonight."

"Okay," I giggled.

"No," Dave chuckled. "Like, when you're in bed."

"Mmmm…"

"Shit," Dave said and I could hear some yelling in the background. "Yeah, yeah…I gotta go to too," he sighed. "Be good."

"Course I will! Bye."

"Bye, baby."

I hung up the phone, wishing we could have talked longer. Wishing Dave could come and get me too. But Stu was one of my best friends at college, besides being the first friend I'd made in this new, strange place, and he wanted to spend some time with me. I just hoped he didn't want anything else and it should be easy having friends who are boys, but it isn't. Not when they look like they do and especially not when they look at me like they do!

"What are you guys looking at?" I giggled as I caught four of my dorm mates checking me out, the way they always did. You know, like they weren't really checking me out, but…

Some of the guys didn't like me, I knew that. Only a couple of them who thought I was a fag and all fags should be beat up and run off campus. They treated me like a leper and were barely able to sit the table with me for breakfast. They never said anything out loud though. They never gave me a hard time except in their own pointy little heads, because the other twenty guys liked me just fine and wouldn't hesitate to knock the boy down who tried to hurt me.

Like Carl for example, who was big and strong and handsome and desperate to get into my panties.

"I‘m looking at you," he smiled at me over the book he'd been pretending to read while I'd been on the phone.

"Hmmm…" I rolled my baby blue eyes at him.

"Let's go to my room," he suggested for no reason at all and I giggled.

"Why?"

"I dunno," he stood up and rubbed his short brown hair, showing me his white, even teeth when he smiled. "Come on, you can help me find a reason."

"Ohhh…You lost a reason?"

"Yeah, Brandy." He walked towards me and held out his hands to help me up.

"Was it a big reason?" I asked him playfully, and then pouted. "Or just a little one?"

"Heh!" one of the other guys grinned at me. Stephen, who liked to look, but he was too shy to ever say anything to me.

"A big one," Carl promised, giving his empty hands a shake so that I'd take them. "A hard one too."

"A big, hard reason," I sighed, looking at his hands. "Sounds like a personal problem to me, Carl."

"Ouch!" another guy, William, shook his head.

"I've got a date tonight," I said, getting up without Carl's help. "I better go get ready."

"Shot down," William chuckled.

"In flames!" Stephen added, and they all watched me leave the room.

I don't know why I'd been teasing Carl like that, but I'd begun doing that sort of thing more and more. Not only with him, but with most of the boys in the dorm. I tried to keep it fun and light, playful as I teased them, but I always said no and I told myself I'd have to cool that down a little. I had a real boyfriend now. Dave was my guy and he probably wouldn't appreciate his new girlfriend playing innuendo games with a bunch of guys she lived with.

But at the same time, I'd been waiting my whole life for this too, or at least my whole life after hitting puberty. I'd never had any boyfriends or even boys that liked me, not that way, and so I'd never flirted with anyone before. A girl needs that stuff, she really does, and that's what boys don't get. It's part of growing up and growing into yourself, you know? Flirting is a big part of life for any teenage girl, and college girls too, and I was just a late bloomer trying to make up for lost time.

Like all girls, I didn't completely understand that boys see it differently. Like a challenge or something.

"Carl!" I blinked at him as I left my room, wrapped with a large pink towel around my breasts and covering my bare butt.

"Brandy," he smiled at me, pushing himself off the wall and I knew he'd been waiting for me, but I wasn't sure why.

"I was just going to, um…" I glanced to my left, down the empty hallway, "…take a shower."

"Yeah." He nodded and I found myself pressed against my closed door, with Carl's hands on either side of me, trapping me there as he stood close.

"What, uh…What are you doing?" I asked him softly, feeling my heart going faster and my tummy getting tight. I wasn't frightened, but I was nervous.

"You're so beautiful," he sighed, closing his brown eyes for a second, leaning close and taking a deep breath. "You even smell beautiful."

"I have a boyfriend," I said, thinking that would be enough to change whatever was on his mind.

"Don't tease me." He opened his eyes again, looking into mine. "Nobody likes a cock tease, Brandy."

"I'm not teasing." I swallowed hard. "Please…I have to go."

"You walk around here so sexy." He moved closer and his hands were on my bare shoulders. "Shaking that sweet little ass of yours…"

"Carl…"

"…and then you say no." He smiled, and I didn't like it. "But you want it, don't you? A little slut like you, playing hard to get…"

"Stop," I told him in a loud, clear voice. "Let me go."

"That's not right, Brandy." He squeezed my shoulders and his chest was against mine, the bulge of his hard cock rubbing my towel through his jeans.

"I like you, okay?" I told him. "I like you a lot, but I have a boyfriend and…Mmmphhh!"

He was kissing me! Or trying to anyway and I brought my hands up, pushing against Carl's chest, but he was so much bigger than me. I tried to turn my head and I kept my mouth closed, but he followed my mouth with his, licking across my lips and teeth. His arms went around me, hugging me tightly against him and I was scared then. He was forcing me to do something I didn't want to. We were struggling, Carl trying to hold me and me trying to get away, and it was a battle I couldn't win.

"Uummph!" he groaned as the air was knocked out of him.

"Oh, Carl." I blinked rapidly and he let me go, stepping backwards and almost falling as he pressed his hands to his balls.

"Bitch…" he gasped, and his face had turned ashen. I'd kneed him as hard as I could and thought it wouldn't be hard enough, but I guess it had been.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I said, torn between wanting to get away from the young man and wanting to comfort him somehow.

"The hell's going on?" Keith was just coming up the stairs and he looked at Carl. "What happened to you?"

"I, uh…I accidentally…I was coming out of the room and I kind of hit him in the, um…it was an accident," I said, the words spilling out of my mouth in a hurry because if Keith found out what had really happened, I think Carl would have been in real trouble.

"Accident, huh?" Keith looked at me without smiling and I nodded.

"I'm okay," Cal sort of grunted, standing with his legs apart and flexing his knees, but he still looked pretty pale.

"You'd better go lie down, dude," Keith chuckled then. "Looks like she got you good."

"Yeah." Carl looked at me. His eyes were wet and I frowned, looking quickly down at my feet.

"I, um…I forgot my shampoo anyway," I said, except I hadn't planned on washing my hair, but I didn't feel like going to the shower anymore either.

Carl sort of walked gingerly down the hallway towards his room, while Keith followed me into ours.

"What really happened?" he asked me as soon as he'd closed the door behind him.

"Um…" I bit my lip because Keith was a very large man.

People think only football players are big, but baseball players can be big too and Keith was about the same size Dave was, which means he was…big. If he got mad, it would be lights out for Carl because Keith liked me a lot. He might have even loved me, except he'd never ever say anything like that, you know, but inside…

"What did he do?" he asked softly, and I realized that no matter what I said or how well I lied, Keith wasn't going to believe anything but the truth.

"He tried to kiss me," I said with a frown. "He, um…Carl wasn't going to hurt me. He just…scared me. Kinda."

"So you kicked him in the balls?"

"I, um…kneed him," I shrugged and smiled apologetically. "Yeah. I didn't mean to though. It just sorta…happened."

"Right." Keith's lips were thin as he reached for the door.

"No!" I grabbed his arm. "Just leave him alone. Please? It's okay now."

"Be a damn sight more'n okay after kick'n that boy's ass through his teeth," he said, his West Virginia accent so thick I could barely understand him.

"Keith…" I wasn't going to let him go. "He's already hurting. Just…Come here. Sit down. Over here…"

"Brandy…" he sighed, but he wasn't going to fight me and I got him pushed down on my bed, since it was closest.

"I don't need you to beat him up," I said, straddling Keith's thighs with my knees on the bed. "Just let it go, okay? Please? He didn't hurt me."

"He might try again," he told me, and his large hands went to my bare butt, grabbing my round cheeks as the towel had ridden high.

"I'll talk to him." I licked my lips, finding my arms around Keith's neck and I wasn't exactly sure how we'd gotten in this position.

"Stay away from him," he breathed, looking level into my eyes and perhaps wondering why I was sitting on him, dressed in only a towel, and pressing myself down against the lump of his semi-hard cock.

I hadn't planned this at all. I'd just wanted to get Keith away from the door and talk to him, to calm him down. Why was I sitting on him? Why was my mouth just a few inches from his? My was I rocking my hips, rolling my ass just a little as he held me? God! What was I doing? My cocky was hard and nothing was there to hide it. With my knees spread like they were, the towel wasn't covering anything and my sexy penis and hairless balls were right there as Keith pulled me closer, squeezing my ass and making me shiver.

"What are we doing, Brandy?" he whispered, and I swallowed hard.

"I've got a boyfriend," I said, as much to me as to Keith.

"I've got a girlfriend." He smiled because that had been the problem lately, but now…

"I know," I breathed, and then I let him kiss me.

My lips parted so easily and Keith's tongue slipped into my mouth, moving across my own as I wiggled it for him. I had my fingers in his short, brown hair and my other hand was scratching lightly at his neck with my fingernails. The temperature in our room seemed to skyrocket and I flushed immediately with a warmth that seemed almost unbearable. Like the sun was in my tummy and ready to burst outward any second.

I pressed my body against his, unable to do anything else, and my breasts ached once more, my nipples throbbing painfully. I moved my shoulders just to feel my tits rubbing against the rough softness of my towel and it somehow came loose, as it had to, and fell bit by bit down my back and to the floor. I was naked in Keith's strong embrace and his hands were on my ass, kneading my flesh and pulling me against the erection trapped in his pants. I could feel him beneath me, hard and fat, aching for release as I worked my pelvis against him.

"I'll suck it for you," I whispered, pink faced and damp with sweat after making out with the man for a long five minutes.

"I want to make love to you," Keith told me, and before I could answer that, we were kissing again.

His right hand came up between us and I arched my back to give him room. He found my breasts and I gasped into Keith's mouth as he moved his palm across my puffy nipples. My tits were so small, too small, I thought, but he didn't care. Keith pinched my nipples, rolling them one at a time until I was nearly cumming from that alone. The sensations were amazing and my cocky throbbed with her readiness to cream all over us. Keith's t-shirt was already wet with my precum and any second I was going to lose it and spill all over him.

"I want to suck you," I decided, and only because some sliver of rational thought was telling me I couldn't make love with anyone but Dave.

That voice told me to get up, grab my towel, and take a cold shower. There was guilt there, not a lot, not yet, but enough that I knew I was fucking around on my boyfriend. Kissing Keith? And now getting on my knees for him, unbuckling his pants, unzipping him, pulling his trousers down and then his boxers…Oh yeah! I was fucking around big time! And Keith's cock was thick and hard, standing straight up and already wet with precum. He was big everywhere and I licked my lips, pausing just long enough to tell that voice in the back of my head to shut-up.

"Ohhh…Brandy…" Keith sighed, taking my hair in both of his hands, pulling it out of the way so he could see his cock disappearing into my warm, wet mouth.

I gave him my eyes, looking up as my lips were stretched taut around Keith's penis. I used my tongue to wash the smooth glans, swabbing away the clear precum and swallowing noisily before taking him deeper. He was so long, that beautiful cock of his, that I could put both of my hands around it, one atop the other, and still fill my mouth. I jerked him off that way, squeezing with my wet fingers as saliva leaked from my lips to run down the shaft.

"That's so good…You do that so good…" Keith whispered, content to let me bob my head up and down, not taking too much of him, but enough to make it feel wonderful.

I sucked his cock for only three or four minutes, that's all it took before Keith warned me that he was about to cum. I didn't even slow down. I just moved my lips up and down the shaft, massaging him with my hands and coaxing the man to empty his balls in my hungry mouth. I wanted to taste him, to drink his creamy semen and fill my tummy with it. I'd missed this so much and for just those few minutes I forgot about everything else. I forgot Dave and Suzanne, nobody else mattered and I felt my own cocky spurting hard onto my thighs as the first rush of Keith's orgasm filled my mouth.

"Uh Yessss…" Keith moaned loudly, holding my head tightly as if I might try and get away from his spurting cock.

That was the last thing I wanted to do! I swallowed as quickly as I could, tasting his seed rich and salty as it washed over my tongue. There was a lot of it too! Keith must have been saving it up for me, but he probably wasn't much of a guy for self-abuse anyway and it had been awhile since I'd given him any relief. Whatever it was, I spent half a minute swallowing his semen and another minute or two after that cleaning Keith's cock from the tip all the way down to his large, hairy scrotum.

"Jesus, Brandy…" He smiled and shook his head as I sat back on my heels licking my lips.

"Was that okay?" I asked, just to tease him, and we both laughed.

"Yeah, that was…pretty okay…Jesus!" He watched me as I used my towel to wipe my cocky clean and then the small stains of semen I'd left on the thin carpet of our dorm room.

"It was good for me too," I said, maybe blushing a little, but I was much less shy about my penis than I'd been when we'd first met.

"I thought, um…" he cleared his throat. "I thought you were mad at me."

"Yeah. I kinda was, I guess." I looked up and held my towel in my lap, hiding my cocky as we cooled down. Okay. So maybe I was still shy.

"Okay," Keith nodded, looking a little confused and we were both wondering where that left us exactly.

"So…" I sighed, standing up slowly. "You still have Suzanne, right? And I have Dave. I guess we shouldn't do this anymore."

That little voice in my head was talking again as I began to realize that I'd just sucked off a guy behind my boyfriend's back. I could taste Keith's semen in my mouth and feel it in my tummy, and I had something new to worry about…Guilt. I could feel it down in my gut like a dull knife and I was already wondering how I'd ever be able to explain this if Dave found out. Of course, I had to make sure he never found out in the first place and that meant lying to him. I was a really bad liar and kind of proud of that. I mean, who wants to say they're good at it, you know? Except maybe a politician.

"I can call her," Keith said, and I blinked at him. The idea almost made me mad for some reason.

Maybe because I suspected he'd do it just so I'd keep sucking his dick or something, or most likely it made me mad because if he broke up with his girlfriend for me, I'd have to break up with Dave and I wasn't sure if I wanted to anymore. Not after giving the man my virginity. I'd given everything to Dave and not just because I liked him a lot, but because…why? I loved him? Maybe. I pushed that thought away.

"No," I shook my head. "Don't call her. Just…I don't know."

"Brandy…" Keith didn't know what was going on. Neither of us did.

"I have to take a shower," I said, wrapping my soiled towel around me quickly and leaving before we had a conversation I didn't want. He was going to tell me he loved me. I could feel it hanging between us like a secret and what would I say then?

I had no idea.

 

Chapter 6