New Horizons - Chapter 06

The New Thing

 

"I don't know," I sighed. "Maybe I'm just one of those girls who falls in love too easy, you know?"

"Are you sure it's love?" Stu asked me, picking black olives off a large pizza we'd only half-finished.

"I don't know that either!" I giggled and scratched my blonde hair with both hands. Kind of a frustrated scratch, like, "Arrrgh!"

"You sound like a pirate." He chuckled and some guys at the next table smiled at me.

"I mean, I love Dave…Okay?" I looked at my friend and Stu nodded.

"Okay."

"But I love Keith too," I said, sitting back in the booth and making a face. "It's so totally not fair."

"Since when is love supposed to be fair?" he wondered with a soft sigh, sitting back on his side of the table and smiling at me.

"Ohhh…I'm sorry." I frowned. "I've been talking about it all night, huh?"

"Well, the night is young anyway." He shrugged and I figured Stu had to be about the nicest guy I'd ever met.

Plus he had a crush on me and I knew it, but he was too nice to do anything except be my friend. It made me feel like a bitch. Sorta. Sitting there with a boy and whining about my love life, about loving other boys, and making him give me a shoulder to cry on. That wasn't very fair either, especially since I was trying very hard not to give him any sign that I might be interested in him, because I could get interested real easily if I wasn't careful.

Stu wasn't like Keith or Dave. He wasn't big and muscular, he wasn't famous or anything like that. He was just a cute looking guy, like 5'10" maybe with short black hair and warm brown eyes, and a great personality. He'd stopped shaving and was working on a scruffy, roguish look that I liked a lot. It didn't make him look tough or anything, just kinda like a beat poet from the fifties and I could definitely see him with some blue tinted shades and a bongo drum.

Or…maybe not. That woulda been too weird.

Anyway, I needed him to be my friend more than anything else. Like the brother I never had, you know? A guy I could just hang out with and feel comfortable around, that was Stu. My boy next door and the first friend I'd made at college when he'd helped me dye my hair. And he was shy! Not like he was afraid of me, but he'd taken a long time just to ask me out for pizza and a movie. We were going Dutch too, at my insistence, because letting him pay for everything would have made it a real date and like I said, I didn't want to lead him on. We had to be friends and that's all.

"You had sisters. Right?" I asked him, just to change the subject and Stu nodded.

"Yeah. Three of them, two older and one younger."

"Hmmm…" I smiled at him. "You're pretty lucky. I never had anybody."

"Maybe," he laughed. "Being the only boy didn't make me feel very lucky."

"Why not?"

"Sisters are mean," Stu said. "If I got in a fight with one of them, I had to fight all of them. Them against me, every time. I couldn't win."

"What? They used to beat you up?" I giggled.

"Oh yeah!" He grinned. "When we were little they did. All the time."

"What about when you got older?"

"Then they found other ways to torture me."

"Torture?" I rolled my eyes. "They did not!"

"You don't know, Brandy," Stu said with a laugh. "And my sisters were friends with every girlfriend I ever had, or one of their sisters. It was a small town, so they all knew each other anyway."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Everything," he said. "I mean, there's some stuff a guy doesn't want his girlfriend to know and…"

"Like what?" I narrowed my eyes, smiling as I leaned forward a bit.

"What? Oh…Um…I don't know, just stuff," he shrugged.

"Just what stuff?" I smiled at him. "You can tell me."

"Nah." He shook his head and reached for his Pepsi. "It's too embarrassing."

"Stu!" I whined.

"It's not a big deal anyway," he said, and Stu had to be teasing me then, I was sure.

"Please? Come on, you brought it up! Tell me!"

"Okay." He looked around and leaned across the table, so I did too. This had to be good, I figured. "My sisters used to tell my girlfriends how…ah…never mind."

"God!" I frowned at him. "Why?"

"Because it's embarrassing. I keep telling you that."

"So? Please? I won't tell anybody else, I swear."

"It's kind of a…sex thing," Stu cleared his throat. "You know?"

"A sex thing?" I dipped my head and giggled.

"Yeah, okay…" he lowered his voice as we huddled together over the pizza. "See, I used to, um…jerk off and I used to…" he paused again.

"What?" I whispered back. "It's okay. I used to be a boy, remember?"

"I used to jerk off in my sister's panties," Stu finally admitted, and I grinned as his face turned red.

"You were wearing your sister's panties?"

"What? No!" He looked at me like I was crazy. "I mean, I'd just use them, sorta wrapped around my…you know…and…do it."

"Why?"

"Because, uh…" he looked around again. "I had a crush on my sister, Janey."

"You did?" I blinked at him.

"My younger sister, she's a year younger than me," Stu shrugged. "She's just…hot. I don't know. I still like her."

"Like her…"

"The way I'm not supposed to," he explained. "I think about her when I…you know…"

"Oh," I nodded.

"We never did anything," he said quickly. "I never even told her or anything."

"But she knew you were using her panties?"

"Yeah." Stu blushed again and smiled sheepishly. "She caught me a few times. Well, they all did, but Janey used to blackmail me for pocket money."

"She did?" I giggled at that.

"Yeah," he shrugged. "You know, ten bucks here, five bucks there. Not much and I didn't mind. I'd have given it to her anyway."

"And they'd tell your girlfriends?" I shook my head because that was kind of mean.

"Sometimes," Stu nodded. "They probably told all their friends."

"That's weird," I decided.

"Yeah."

"I mean, that's like one of the weirdest stories I ever heard." I grinned at Stu and he waved his hand at me, like telling me to shut-up.

"So now you know my dirty secret," he chuckled.

"Do you still, um…" I pursed my lips, "…have some of her panties?"

"Uhhh…"

"You do, huh!" I giggled and stuck my tongue out at him. "That's pretty cool."

"You think so?"

"Well, not cool," I shrugged. "But it isn't really bad or anything."

"Yeah, but Janey's my sister." Stu narrowed his eyes at me. "You don't think that's out there?"

"How would I know?" I asked him. "I was an only child."

"Hmmm…"

"You should tell her."

"Yeah right!" He looked at me like I was seriously crazy. "You must be an only child."

"Why not?" I smiled back at him. "She's your sister, what's the worst thing that can happen?"

"Uh…She'll cut off my balls?" he suggested sarcastically. "Or tell our dad, that would be worse."

"But you don't know," I said. "She might want you to cum in her panties while she's wearing them."

"Now that's weird!" Stu decided, and I giggled.

"Well, if I was your sister…" I said, rolling my eyes playfully.

"What?" he asked with a grin.

"You wouldn't have been jerking off," I told him. "And you wouldn't have been looking for a girlfriend either."

"Oh yeah?" Stu licked his lips. "Why's that?"

"I don't know," I shrugged. "Why do you think?"

"I think you're teasing me now."

"No!" I made a face because when he said that, it reminded me of Carl. "I'm just saying, I wished I had a brother like you when I was growing up."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," I nodded. "You're sister was lucky. All of them were."

"Maybe," Stu shrugged. "So, um…What's your dirty secret?"

"Mine?" I laughed at him. "You see it!"

I sat back and sort of opened my arms, like there I was and inviting him to look at me. I'd worn my sexy cool black blouse, the one that looked like wet silk, and my short red skirt, the tight one that really hugged my ass and thighs. My blonde hair was loose around my made-up face and I knew I looked pretty hot. Guys had been checking me out all night and Stu hadn't been able to take his eyes off me.

"Yeah," he sighed and then looked at his watch. "Oh. Hey, we'd better get going if we're going to make the movie."

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Half an hour later we were sitting in a dark movie theater, an old one called The Chateau, watching some old movie because that's the only kind they showed there. I didn't mind. I liked all kinds of movies and this one was Sunset Boulevard with Gloria Swanson and William Holden. It was kind of romantic anyway and there were a surprising number of people there, mostly couples it seemed like, or a lot of girls paired up. Roommates without dates probably, who just wanted to get out of the dorm or whatever.

I wasn't entirely sure romantic was a good idea though, since I'd been trying not to give Stu any ideas. I probably had though, just because of how I looked and some of the stuff we'd talked about, and how much fun we were having. Just being friends with a boy was hard work and I wondered how other girls managed to do it, if they really did. It always seemed like it in the movies, but then again, in the movies the boy and girl who were just friends in the beginning always seemed to fall in love at the end.

Stu wasn't waiting for the end. Twenty minutes into the movie I felt his arm behind me, you know, kind of resting on the back of my seat. I had a small popcorn in my lap, just because you can't go to the movies without getting popcorn, that would be weird. So I ate my popcorn slowly, watching the movie mostly and trying to ignore the couple sitting two rows in front of us as they'd begun to make out as soon as the opening credits had started. A lot of the couples seemed to be making out and I wondered if this theater wasn't like the local parking spot for boys without cars, you know?

"Mmmm…" I sighed softly as I felt Stu's fingers on my right shoulder and he was sitting on my left. I'd kind of meant it like a warning sound, sort of telling him I knew what he was doing and he shouldn't because we were just friends.

"Hey…" he whispered, and when I looked at him, Stu kissed me.

His hand held my shoulder then and I knew I shouldn't, but I let him do it. I mean, I let him kiss me, gently at first and then deeper as I let his tongue slip inside my mouth. I had really mixed feelings, because I'd wanted to kiss him for a long time already, for weeks really, but I didn't want to kiss him either. So I thought I'd let Stu kiss me real nice, have that one kiss, and then I'd tell him we shouldn't be doing that. I mean, we couldn't be doing that.

Oh, it was nice though! Stu's tongue felt a lot different than Keith or Dave's. It seemed smaller and more gentle, moving lightly across my own tongue as the boy teased and tickled me nicely. He turned out to be a real good kisser and I grew warm all over, my tummy getting tingly and my barely there tits getting tender all over again. I chased Stu's tongue into his mouth and explored him with soft sighs as he leaned into me. His hand started rubbing my back and shoulder, sliding down so he could reach under my arm and find my right breast beneath my thin blouse and lacy bra.

I hadn't even realized that my own hand rested on Stu's thigh. It slid up and down his trousers, all by itself, it seemed. But I felt his leg beneath my fingers as my hand went little higher, a little more towards the inside of his thigh. I swear, I didn't plan it or anything, but I found my hand on the bulge of his cock, the stiff tent Stu was sporting from his crotch. I squeezed him, getting a little moan that I breathed into my burning lungs. We were seriously making out and that one kiss had turned into something else.

"Stu…" I finally breathed after a solid half hour of making out with him. "We have to stop."

"I don't want to," he replied in his own breathless voice, smiling and licking his lips.

Stu's hand moved under my blouse as we were turned towards each other, and he'd managed to push my bra up, sort of, exposing my right breast and puffy, burning nipple to his fingers. His other hand was on my thigh, stroking my leg through the black stocking I wore, high enough to find the lace top of it only a few inches short of my thong covered cocky. I'd grown stiff there, my girlish penis throbbing and wet with precum. Stu's larger and much more manly cock felt swollen under my hand and I'd been sort of jerking him off through his pants, or at least rubbing him a lot.

"Please," I whispered after another long, three minute kiss. "I have a boyfriend, Stu."

"Brandy…" he sighed, and then we were kissing again.

I wasn't stopping him and I didn't know what was wrong with me! I knew if I really told him no, like seriously, Stu would stop. He wasn't going to try and force me, at least not in any way except by kissing me, and how did that work? Why wasn't he stopping? Why wasn't I making him stop? God! I was sucking his tongue, moaning into his mouth as Stu played with my nipple. My Achilles heel. I arched my back to press my tit against his hand, gasping into the boy's mouth with pleasure.

That theater felt like a sauna. We were both hot and sticky, damp with sweat, and I bit Stu's bottom lip gently, nibbling on him while I played with his cock. I'd unzipped him, somehow, and I only barely remembered doing it, but I had. I'd opened Stu's trousers and reached inside, finding him hard and eager with arousal. He'd shifted slightly and groaned into my hungry mouth as I'd freed him and now I held his naked cock in my fist, stroking him up and down slowly while we made out.

A few minutes later, Stu's fingers were in my hair and he pulled my head down gently, but insistently to his lap. I didn't say a word either. I just opened my mouth for him, taking the head of his cock between my bruised and swollen lips, and started sucking him off in the middle of the movie with like sixty people sitting all around us in the flickering light.

I bobbed my head up and down, finding Stu's penis to be a very nice size for sucking. Not too fat or thin, not too long and definitely not too short. He seemed the perfect size for my hot, wet mouth and I took half his cock easily while I held the other half in my fist and jerked him off. I did everything for him too. I washed his cock with my tongue, tickled the underside and around the smooth head. I swallowed his precum with soft, wet noises that I was sure the people sitting closest to us could hear.

"I'm gonna…cum…" Stu whispered after five minutes or so, and I let him cum in my mouth because anything else would have been a real mess!

His semen wasn't so thick as Keith's maybe, but it was just as hot and salty, creamy as it filled my mouth and I didn't swallow it. I wasn't exactly sure why at the time, but I just kept my lips tight around the glans and pumped Stu's cock with my hand, milking him for every drop he could give me. After half a minute, when he'd finished cumming, I pulled my mouth away carefully, holding that fresh load of man cum in my mouth as I sat up.

"Oh, thanks, Brandy…" Stu was smiling and nodding and he didn't mind when I reached for him, pulling the boy close for a kiss.

His arms went around me and our lips met and opened, and then my tongue, covered with his hot goo pushed into his mouth. A large gob of semen passed between us and I felt Stu stiffen, almost jerk as if he wanted to get away, but I held him to my kiss as I pushed his own cum into the boy's mouth.

"Mmphh…" Stu sort of gagged for a second, but maybe he just had to get used to the idea, because after a few seconds of surprise, we were snowballing his orgasm like crazy!

I'd never thought of it before. Never, ever in my life had I imagined making out with a guy while my mouth was full of his cum, but that's what we were doing. Stu's tongue wrestled with mine, like it was some sort of game as we struggled to keep our lips sealed tightly and work his semen back and forth between us. The creamy stuff became thin as it mixed with our saliva and some of it spilled from the corners of our mouths, but mostly we passed it back and forth. Neither of us swallowed, except maybe little tiny ones here and there, and after a few minutes our tongues were bathing in the stuff.

The rich flavor was delicious. The salty musk and the texture and even the smell of Stu's semen, all of it was good for me. My cocky threatened to spill in my panties and I squirmed in my seat. Only when we really became desperate to take deep breaths, to collect our senses and drink cool air into our flushed bodies, did we both swallow thickly and break our kiss.

"Uhhh…whoa…" Stu panted, blinking his eyes and licking his lips.

"Yeah," I breathed. "Did you like it?"

"I think so," he said, blowing the words out with a deep breath. He stared at me, realizing that he'd just swallowed some of his own cum.

We were both wet with it too. Some semen and spit had leaked out of our kiss and I wiped at my chin and neck with a tissue from my purse. Stu was putting away his still semi-hard cock and glancing around the theater as if someone would know what we'd just done, and maybe they did. For sure some of those people knew I'd been giving him a blowjob! They probably didn't know that I'd pushed a big load of cum into my boyfriend's mouth afterwards though. Except Stu wasn't my boyfriend and I frowned at that as I fixed my clothes and ignored my hard cocky, figuring it was all her fault anyway.

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"God! I'm such a slut." I held my face in my hands as I sat in Darla's room during lunch on Tuesday. Usually we sat outside to watch the boys and let them watch us, but the weather had turned cold with rain.

"No you're not!" She rolled her dark eyes and talked around a tuna salad sandwich. "A slut gives it away to anyone."

"I can't believe I did that," I whined, and I'd been doing a lot of that lately. Whining. "First I sucked off my roommate and then I sucked off Stu…Two guys in the same night!"

"Well…" she shrugged. "Maybe you are a slut, Brandy."

I frowned at her.

"But only a little one," she said quickly. "Come on. Those guys are so hot anyway! Any girl would do it."

"Would you have done it?"

"Me?" she grinned at that. "I'd have done them both at the same time. Keith is just…Youch! And Stu is unbelievably cute…I swear, it's not your fault."

"Yeah it is," I sighed. "I told them I have a boyfriend."

"So?" Darla snorted. "A guy doesn't care about that, believe me. So long as your boyfriend isn't in the same room…and wide awake…guys could care less."

"That sucks," I decided. "I didn't think Stu was gonna try anything."

"Shut-up!" She took another bite of her sandwich. "That's like saying you didn't expect the sun to come up."

"Yeah."

"You're not a slut anyway, Brandy," she said again. "Sluts do it with anybody. That's not you, right?"

"I hope not," I sighed, and then giggled kind of sarcastically. "But there's twenty more guys at the dorm."

"Yeah right!" she snorted. "Just avoid them and…"

"I live with them!"

"…don't ever, never ever say anything to Dave about it."

"Great." I closed my eyes.

"He'll definitely think you're a slut if he finds out you blew two guys in one night!"

"God!" I frowned because Darla was giggling happily.

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"Hi!" A tall blonde girl smiled at me, a very attractive one with long legs, full breasts, and a cheerleader outfit in blue and gold. The only thing missing were the pom-poms.

"You're Brandy, right?" a somewhat smaller girl, but no less gorgeous with her long black hair and toffee eyes, asked me. She was a cheerleader as well, wearing the same pleated skirt and tight knit top as her friend.

"Yeah," I nodded, frozen in the act of feeding a dollar to one of the vending machines in the college commons. I'd been planning on getting a Diet-Pepsi, but they were out, so I figured I'd get an iced tea instead.

"I'm Krystal," the blonde told me, and she glanced at her friend. "This is Amber. I saw you Friday night at the party."

"Oh." I smiled, but I didn't remember these two girls at all.

"You're Dave's girlfriend, right?" Amber asked me.

She pulled some hair back, smiling at a couple guys as they walked past with obvious interest. Not just in her, I mean. They were checking all three of us out and it felt good to realize that I didn't disappear next to a couple pretty cheerleaders. Some girls do, you know.

"Yeah," I answered slowly. "I'm his girlfriend."

"Are you guys serious?" Krystal wondered, making it sound like it would be really cool if we were.

"Um…Maybe," I shrugged. "Why?"

"Dave's really great," Amber nodded, ignoring my question. "He's really into you, I think."

"Oh yeah!" Krystal agreed with an enthusiastic giggle. "Everybody's talking about it."

"They are?" I narrowed my eyes, having no idea what these two girls were talking about.

"Excuse me…You think I could get in there?" a man interrupted us, kind of a hippy looking guy with long hair and an army jacket.

"What? Oh! Sorry." I smiled sheepishly. "Um…" I pushed the button for an iced tea and the machine rattled and thunked.

"Thanks." He smiled after I grabbed my drink and stepped aside.

"Anyway," Amber said, smiling at me again after giving the guy a frown for wanting a soda in the middle of our conversation.

"We were wondering if you'd thought about which sorority you're going to join," Krystal asked. "Rush week is coming up…"

"We're with the Lambda Pi house," Amber interjected.

"…and you don't want to wait, believe me!" Krystal giggled and rolled her blue-green eyes. "It gets pretty crazy around here."

"No doubt!" Amber nodded. "Do you dance?"

"Uh…Dance?"

"Yeah," she smiled. "Cheering? Are you going to try out?"

"I wasn't really thinking about…"

"All the cheerleaders are Lambda Pi girls," Krystal told me.

"Most of them," Amber corrected her. "You really should, Brandy."

"She looks good, huh?" Krystal looked at her friend and Amber nodded.

"Totally edible!" she laughed. "Don't worry, we can make it real easy for a sorority sister."

"Vicky was a Lambda Pi too," Krystal told me, as if that explained anything.

"Vicky?" I smiled patiently, looking back and forth between them and feeling completely lost.

"The dance coach," Amber explained, but it didn't help me very much.

"So how about it?" Krystal asked me.

"How about…" I kind of shrugged, "…what?"

"Pledging with Lambda Pi!" Amber giggled. "What else?"

"Oh!" I nodded.

"Come by tonight," Krystal suggested. "You can look around and meet some of the other girls."

"Ask Dave to bring you." Amber showed me the tip of her tongue. "He knows where we live!"

"Amber!" Krystal rolled her eyes and leaned close to me, scrunching up her nose. "It's not like that. Dave's really sweet."

"Yeah," I agreed. "He is, but…"

"Great!" Amber nodded. "We'll see you tonight!"

"It's really cool meeting you, Brandy," Krystal said. "We better run. See ya later!"

"Um…Okay," I said, but they were already walking away, giving me little finger waves over their shoulders.

I couldn't join a sorority!

"Why not?" Darla asked me as I caught up with her in our afternoon psych class.

"Uh! I don't meet the minimum requirements, for one thing," I said, giving my best friend a look and Darla giggled.

"Well, they must know," she said. "I mean, half the campus is talking about it!"

"They are? What?" I blinked at her and dismissed it. "Those girls didn't know. Trust me."

"Hmmm…" she pursed her lips.

"And when they find out…" I sighed, "…they're going to want to kill me!"

I could just imagine how embarrassed Krystal and Amber would be when they found out they'd invited a boy to join their sorority. Even though I wasn't a real boy, technically…legally…my penis made me a male. That's why I had to live in the boys' dorm. Yeah, when those two discovered the truth, I'd probably have a couple pissed off cheerleaders wanting to kick my butt and I wasn't looking forward to that!

"Well, you have to go, Brandy," Darla shrugged.

"Why?"

"Because Lambda Pi is like the coolest Greek House on campus," she said with more than a trace of envy in her voice. "Half the girls are gonna be rushing and I heard they were only taking like twelve pledges this year."

"Where'd you hear that?" I asked, mostly wondering why she'd be so up on it.

"I just heard it," she said. "If they invited you over, it's serious. You could like just walk in and join."

"Until they find out I don't have a pussy," I said and then blushed, dropping my head because I'd said it a little louder than I'd meant to. A bunch of people were sitting around us waiting for the class to start. Our psych prof was always late and half the time it was just a grad student teaching us anyway.

"Just go there with Dave," Darla insisted. "That's what they said, so let him bring you and then if the truth comes out…"

"They won't be able to beat me up right away?" I rolled my eyes. "This sucks so bad!"

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"Hey, baby!" David surprised me outside the classroom, leaning against the wall with a friend of his, that Mouse guy who was really a giant.

"Hi!" I smiled at him, swallowing down a thick wave of guilt and remembering Darla's advice. I didn't want to lie to my boyfriend, but there was no way I could let him find out about Keith and Stu!

"Hey Dave…Yo! Deere…Sup Dave?" A lot of people said hello to him as they walked past and he'd smile at some of them and nod to others, but mostly he just looked at me.

"Mmmmm…" I sighed as Dave took me in a nice hug, a real one, and kissed me on the mouth.

I felt a little shy at first, being in the middle of Teller Hall like we were and surrounded by a hundred college kids, but then I forgot as Dave's tongue slipped between my lips and his hand found my butt through my hipsters. I just mostly kind of melted and my heart went quick and my tummy tingled, you know, all the usual stuff when I found myself making out with a hunky guy and Dave really was my boyfriend, so I wasn't even worried…Just nervous!

"I missed you," he said after a minute or so, and I giggled breathlessly.

"I missed you too," I whispered, and then looked up at Mouse, a big Irish guy with red hair and freckles. "Hi, Mouse."

"Hey, Brandy." He smiled at me and shared a look with Dave. "Lookin' good today."

I wasn't entirely positive, but I thought Mouse was playing bodyguard for Dave. Sorta. He seemed like it anyway as the man had put his huge body between us and the other students who were milling around and watching. Dave really was a star, especially for this relatively small college. He'd have been big news at any school in the country and I was his girlfriend! That was just finally starting to hit me and I wasn't exactly sure how to deal with it or even what it would mean in the future.

"I got you something," Dave said, reaching inside the suede jacket he wore.

"What's this?" I smiled as he gave me… "A phone?"

"Yeah." Dave put his arm around me as we started walking. "I wanna call you sometimes."

"Oh!" I giggled. "Call me in bed?"

"Exactly," he sighed, leaning down and kissing my hair. "Call you all the time. So you keep that handy, okay? It's all paid up and everything, so don't you worry about the bills."

"Really?" I nodded, kind of looking at it and it seemed like a nice phone.

A real nice one, with a camera and a music player, and who knows what else built into it. I'd never had a celphone in my life and now Dave had just given me one out of the blue. And the charger for it as well, pulling it out of another pocket and I giggled, thinking I needed some instructions too.

"What did you do last night?" Dave wondered, and I shrugged.

"Oh, just had a little pizza and saw a movie."

"With that friend of yours?"

"Yeah." I smiled at him, hoping I didn't look as guilty as I felt. "You're not gonna be all jealous, are you?"

"Little bit." Dave nodded and his brown eyes were so soft and warm I wanted to fall into them. I was falling into them and I sighed.

"You don't have to be," I promised, being very serious about it. "I don't want anybody except you."

"I want you too." He grinned at me and his hand moved from my back down to my butt. "Let's skip out of here. Go back to my place."

"What? No!" I laughed, wiggling my butt a little extra as he gave me a squeeze. "I've got my English class. You're making me late already."

"Your English is fine," he said. "I'm picking you up tonight. Seven o'clock, right?"

"Yeah," I agreed. "Um…Do you know where the Lambda Pi house is?"

"Those girls talked to you?" He smiled. "A couple were over to the Den last night, asking about you."

"Yeah?" I bit my bottom lip. "They were hanging out with you?"

"With me?" Dave chuckled. "Who's jealous now?"

"Just asking," I giggled. "I heard all you football players have a thing for cheerleaders."

"I've got a thing for you," he said, and then got serious. "No. They have their own boyfriends, but they were asking."

"Because I'm your girlfriend?"

"Uh-huh," he nodded. "You're gonna have to get used to that, baby. A lot of people are gonna want to be your friend."

"It's weird," I decided, and Dave laughed.

"You're telling me? Just don't accept anything real expensive."

"Uh…" I shrugged. "Okay."

"I mean it," he told me. "Somebody wants to give you a car or something…"

"They're going to give me a car?" I laughed at him.

"Well, people do some crazy shit, baby." He laughed too. "And the NCAA likes to keep an eye on that stuff."

"Uh-huh, that's why you stole that Porsche." I stuck my tongue out at him. "I remember."

"Zactly!" Dave grinned, pulling me close for another kiss because we'd reached my classroom in the English department.

"Ummm…" I sighed into his mouth and I could feel his cock against my tummy. We were both hard and his tongue filled my mouth so nicely.

"See you tonight," Dave whispered. "Don't forget to charge your phone."

"I will," I promised, watching him leave. I had the impression that everyone was staring at me, whispering about Dave and me as I walked into the classroom to find my seat.

"Christ, she's hot," I heard a couple boys whispering behind me.

"Makes my dick ache," his friend agreed.

"Must be nice to be the quarterback, huh?" a third guy sighed, and I giggled, looking down at my new phone and wondering if I could call home with it. It would have been so cool to tell my parents I had the best boyfriend in the whole college, but I knew they'd never understand and that made me frown.

"She's got a dick," some girl told them, probably because she was jealous and I resisted the urge to turn around.

"Really?" one of the guys asked.

"No way!" another said.

"Sorry." She giggled, definitely jealous.

"Shit," the third boy snorted. "Who cares? She's freakin' hot."

"No doubt!" the first one agreed.

"I'd do her," the last one decided. "In a heartbeat."

"You guys are sick," the girl pouted, and I didn't even blush.

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"Hey, Brandy…Hi, Brandy…What's up, Brandy…" A half dozen guys were in the kitchen getting their after school snacks when I returned to the dorm after my classes.

"Hey guys!" I smiled back and looked around. "Hi Marie. What's cookin'?" I asked, reaching for the pot on the stove, and she rapped my knuckles with a wooden spoon.

"You'll not be touching my pans, girl!" she told me as I kissed my hand and frowned at her. She was Haitian and spoke French mostly and didn't like anybody touching anything in her kitchen.

"Sorry." I rolled my eyes and then flinched when she caught that and raised her spoon again. "May I have some, um…"

"Split pea soup," she told me, and I nodded, watching as she spooned some into a bowel for me. I'd never really liked pea soup, but I'd never had any like hers before either. It smelled delicious.

The guys were all grinning at me, of course, and everyone had gotten their knuckles rapped at least once. Some of those boys had gotten smacked upside the head too, believe me, but they'd deserved it anyway.

"So what's the deal with that Deere guy?" Peter asked me. He was usually pretty quiet, but kinda cute too in a Clark Kent sorta way.

"Hmmm?" I smiled innocently as I sat down at the big table.

"Yeah, Brandy," Larry nodded, and he was tall and skinny. "Are you really going out with him?"

"Uh-huh." I smiled some more, reaching for some crackers that were sitting in a big bowl.

"He's a fag too?" Dennis rolled his eyes and he was one of the few guys I avoided. "I shoulda gone to Stanford."

"No kidding," Peter said sarcastically. "Do us all a favor."

"Shut-up," Dennis said, and that got him a frown from Marie so he dropped his chin a little.

"He knows you're a…uhhh…you have a…" Hank tried to ask me, and I grinned at him. He was a Chinese guy, since his full name was Henry Wong, except he'd been born and raised in Texas, so he liked to be called Hank and talked like a real cowboy.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Dave doesn't mind."

"Isn't it kinda…strange?" Larry wondered.

"Not for me," I shrugged, kind of spooning the soup around because it was pretty hot.

"Did you guys do it?" Peter asked, and that's about the time Dennis left the kitchen, being seriously homophobic.

"What?" I gasped at him and giggled. "I'm not gonna tell you!"

"What kinda question is that?" Hank looked at Peter. "Askin' a lady 'bout a thing like that. S'matter with you, boy?"

"What?" Larry laughed and none of us could understand Hank when he went full tilt Texas on us. It was like a different language.

Anyway, we were all laughing, me and those five boys like they were all my big brothers or something, and even Marie laughed a little, sounding like some kind of bird. I loved her laugh. After a little more than a month, I felt really happy living in that dorm, very much at home, and I thought most of the guys were happy with me too.

"Uh…Hey, Brandy." Carl walked into the kitchen and I hadn't seen him since the day before, when he'd tried to kiss me.

"Hi Carl," I said, giving him a smile, kind of a hopeful one. I did like him, but he'd scared me a little too.

It seemed kind of strange sitting there and not knowing if he totally hated me or what. I mean, I'd kneed him in the balls, and pretty hard too. The other guys sensed something different between us, I thought. Usually Carl liked to hit on me hard, like trying to talk me into coming to his room with a lot of innuendo, and I'd tease him about it, you know. But not today. He was being pretty quiet and so was I, of course, feeling as if I was walking on eggshells or something.

We didn't talk or anything, not with all the other guys there, and I finished my lunch and left the kitchen just in time to meet Stu coming through the front doors.

"Brandy." He smiled at me and I smiled back, but I'd been thinking that we really needed to talk.

"We really need to talk," I said. "About last night."

"Sure," he replied, and looked around. "Um…You want to go to my room?"

"Yeah," I nodded, trying to think of how I was going to say what I had to say and having no clue.

Stu had the room right next door to mine and I dropped off my purse and the backpack I used for my books and stuff. His roommate was a guy named Terry, who seemed to be gone most of the time. I'd been in the room before, you know, just a couple times to borrow something or return something. I sat on Terry's bed, which was mostly kind of neatly made-up anyway.

"I had a great time last night," Stu said, sitting down next to me and I felt his arm behind my back, stiff and straight as he leaned on it.

"Yeah," I nodded. "Me too, but…Um…What happened…I mean, at the movie theater…"

"You're beautiful," Stu whispered, like he wasn't listening to a word I was saying.

"Stu…"

"When can we go out again?" he asked, shifting a little and then his hand found my back, stroking me through the t-shirt I wore with my hipsters.

"We can't," I sighed, turning my face to look at him. "I have a boyfriend. Last night…We shouldn't have done that."

"Why not?" He smiled. "You had a good time, right?"

"Yeah, but…"

"We go good together, Brandy," he whispered. "Ever since the first day we got here. Remember?"

"I know, but…"

"I helped you dye your hair," he chuckled softly. "You looked so sexy."

"Stu…"

"And now you're beautiful." Stu leaned into me and we kissed.

I didn't want to. I just couldn't stop him for some reason. Stu's tongue slipped into my mouth and he held me with both arms, turning me towards him as we kind of fell onto the bed in slow motion. Everything seemed slow and my tongue slipped into his mouth, so warm and wet and familiar. I kissed him deeply. Stu wasn't just kissing me, I was making out with him, and my tummy ached, all tight and tingling and my boobs were tender, my nipples itchy and burning.

His hands tugged at my t-shirt and then Stu reached under it. I gasped into his mouth when he found my breasts, his palms pressed hard against my nipples, the way I needed it. The way I wanted it. We only stopped kissing long enough for Stu to get my t-shirt over my head and my blonde hair became a tangled mess between our flushed faces as we went back to Frenching like we were starved for each other. My fat nipples rubbed themselves raw against his shirt and I found myself on my back with my legs spread. We were dry humping through our clothes, moaning as Stu would grind the bulge of his cock against the small lump of my throbbing cocky.

"Oh God!" I blinked hard as my eyes filled with tears and I started cumming in my panties.

"Oh, Brandy," Stu breathed, kissing my face, my chin and nose and my wet cheeks as I tightened my legs around his waist.

He'd brought me off so quickly, so easily and I wanted him inside me. The thought was there, in my head and in my tummy. The excited desire to take Stu inside me and let him make love to me for real. To feel his cock driving into my ass until he filled me with his hot, creamy load. I wanted him so much, but I couldn't do it. This had to be wrong. It felt so right, but it wasn't. We were making a mistake!

"N-No…No…Stu…" I groaned and pushed against him.

"What's wrong?" he asked me, trying to kiss me again, but I turned my face.

"Everything," I nearly sobbed. "I have to go…Let me up…I gotta go…"

Unlike Carl, Stu was much too nice to try and hold me against my will. He was my friend, a real one, and he just wanted to be with me. He wanted to love me and that almost made it worse because I couldn't be mad at him, only at myself. I could have stopped him right away, with that first kiss. I could have said no, but I hadn't and Stu hadn't forced me. He wanted to be my boyfriend and change my mind about Dave. That's what he was doing, giving me his affections and telling me to make a choice. All men do that, it's in their nature, but I hadn't been a girl long enough to understand it.

"Brandy…"

"I'm sorry." I blinked at him from the doorway, just holding my t-shirt against my tits as I left.

Thankfully, Keith wasn't in our room and I fell onto my bed, trying to figure out what I was doing. I liked Stu a lot. He was the nice guy in my life, the one who was like a brother to me and I'd sucked him off in a movie theater and then I'd gone to his room the next day. Of course Stu thought I wanted to do more than just talk. Why wouldn't he? I hadn't said anything the night before and the next day was just…too late.

We had a thing now.

 

Chapter 7