New Horizons - Chapter 07
What happens in the House...
"Yuck!" I frowned at my panties as I peeled them carefully down my thighs.
I'd cum inside them, losing control while Stu had been kissing me, grinding his own hard cock against mine. I'd been kissing him back, I had to admit that, but it didn't make me feel any better. I had a boyfriend, a serious one in Dave, but now I had Stu as well.
And Keith.
"Hey, uh…" Keith walked into the community showers with nothing but a towel around his athletic body.
"Oh!" I giggled nervously, turning my back to him so he'd see my firm round ass instead of my soft pink cock. "Hi, Keith."
"Hi," he said, returning my smile. "I was just gonna take a shower."
"I figured," I said over my shoulder, bunching up my cum stained panties and hiding them in my small shower bag. "Me too."
We were alone in the showers which gave me a thrill, but a frightened one to be sure. Keith had a girlfriend back in West Virginia, that Suzanne girl, and I had Dave. So why were we continually drawn to each other? I mean, besides the fact that Keith was a totally hot guy, tall and firm with muscles, handsome with his short brown hair and soft brown eyes…God! And he liked me too. Keith liked me a lot and we were in the showers together, smiling and watching each other and pretending not to.
I watched as Keith lathered up his chest with shower gel, that liquid soap stuff, getting a thick white froth that ran down his flat stomach. He followed it with his hands and after five minutes of teasing, began soaping up his cock, all six inches of it. Seven inches as it began to thicken and grow. Eight inches of hard prick with his heavy balls being pulled upward between his muscular thighs.
Keith jerked himself off, watching as I rubbed a bar of Camay over my smallish tits and across my tummy. I'd turned to face him, losing my natural modesty as I felt my cocky straining to her full length. I had a much smaller penis than Keith, a sexy little girl cock and a pair of smooth shaven balls between my feminine thighs. I didn't stroke it so much as rub it, massaging my sex with my fingers the way a real girl would play with her clit. My nipples were swollen, puffy and darkly pink as they pointed out and up invitingly. My tummy felt tight and my heart beat quickly. We were having sex, mutual masturbation in the shower, and I kept wondering why I couldn't give that boy up.
"Brandy…" Keith whispered, stepping out from under the spray of his shower and into mine.
"No," I said, blinking into his face as I felt the smooth head of Keith's cock against my hip.
"…you're so beautiful," he said, ignoring my protests as his hands went to my waist and then around to find my ass.
"We can't," I breathed. "Keith…Please…"
"Shhh…" He kissed me.
I felt his fingers digging into my butt, pulling me hard against him as his swollen cock strained upward against my tummy. My nipples burned into his wet chest and my mouth opened for his tongue. I'd said no, but I hadn't meant it. I couldn't mean it, not like this, not when we were naked and hot, standing together beneath the steaming water and Frenching deeply. I suckled the man's tongue and my arms went around Keith's neck. My throbbing cocky pressed into his balls and I offered him a little grind, a roll of my hips as he pulled me even tighter against his body.
"Turn around," he urged me after several minutes, using his hands to push me towards the tiled wall. "Before someone comes in."
"Keith, no…I can't…We can't…I…Ohhh…" I moaned as I felt his erection sliding between the globes of my pale ass.
"Yes we can," he whispered. "Like this…I love you, Brandy…Like this, okay?"
"Oh God!" I swallowed hard and spread my legs slightly, bending over with my palms against the wall.
We were hot and wet and slippery enough that Keith found it easy to push his cock inside. I gasped, wincing at the sensation of my near-virgin sphincter being stretched around the bulbous glans. There was a pain, a sharp discomfort that gave way to something less than that. Like a dull, burning cramp that felt good and welcome, a pleasure that I embraced with a low groan of agreement.
"Yessss…" I breathed, shivering as Keith pushed his cock inside my rectum an inch at a time, working himself deeper with every thrust.
"Brandy," he sighed, taking my hips in his hands and pulling me onto his prick in time with his efforts.
We were fucking and I couldn't think straight. My entire body seemed to wrap itself around Keith's beautiful cock as he slid back and forth along the tight channel of my boy pussy. My own cocky bobbed up and down, my balls swinging wildly as we moved faster, fucking harder now that Keith had opened me completely. I could take all of him somehow, every inch of the man, and I gasped loudly with a shudder of joy when his cockhead found the pillow of my prostate. My g-spot, way down deep in my bowels. He'd pull back and push again, jamming the head of his cock into that bundle of nerves and my rectum would spasm with pleasure.
My eyes were closed and I had to concentrate on breathing, shoving myself back to meet that delightful penetration. Keith fucked me so good, so nicely. I felt my orgasm rising and I couldn't have stopped it even if I'd wanted to. I exploded with a rush of semen shooting from my cocky onto the floor and wall, onto my thighs where the hot spray of the shower tried to wash it away. My asshole tightened, the muscles that Keith had stretched so rudely clasping around his cock with every spurt of cum from my balls.
"Jesus…Brandy!" He came with me, Keith's hot sperm flooding my ass with a rush of distinct warmth.
He drew me upward with his hands covering my breasts and nipples, pulling my back against his chest so that I could turn my head and kiss him. Keith's tongue filled my mouth once more, even as his cock jerked within the tight, burning confines of my well-fucked rectum. I'd forgotten everything and everyone else while we'd made love for the first time and I reached behind me, holding Keith to my lips until his orgasm finished.
"Oh!" I gasped, blinking at Stu as he stood near the shower entrance.
He'd come for a shower of his own, wrapped in a towel and holding one of those shaving kits that boys like. His eyes were fixed on us, on Keith and me as we disentangled ourselves. Keith pulled his still swollen penis from my asshole with a faint popping sensation, a deliberate feeling of emptiness that I immediately resented.
"Brandy," Stu said, and only that before he turned around and left.
"Stu…God! Wait…Stu…" I'd seen the look on his face and I felt ashamed of myself for some reason. Angry too maybe, like what business was it of his what I did with Keith?
I hurried after him, with only a quick glance over my shoulder at Keith. A guilty look, as if we'd been caught doing something we shouldn't have and I knew that wasn't really fair, but I couldn't help it. I sort of resented Keith too and I shouldn't have let him fuck me at all. Not because of Stu though, but because of Dave. I wasn't supposed to be fucking anyone except my boyfriend.
"Stu…" I caught his arm and he paused in the locker room, turning to give me his hurt eyes.
"You don't want to cheat, huh?" he asked, making it sound exactly like the accusation it was.
"I'm sorry, I just…We…" I frowned miserably. "I don't know."
"Or you just don't want to cheat with me?" he snorted and shook his head. "Don't worry, Brandy. I get it."
"Stu…" I felt like crying as he shook off my hand and left me standing there, still naked and wet and stained inside with Keith's sperm.
"What was that all about?" Keith asked, surprising me as he walked out of the showers, drying himself off along the way.
"I told you no," I said, transferring my anger, raising my voice. "We weren't supposed to do that!"
"Brandy…" He smiled at me. "I love you."
"No!" I shook my head and swallowed hard, feeling angry at everyone. Keith for fucking me, Stu for catching us, and most especially at myself for cheating on Dave. It didn't seem very fair. I'd said no, but somehow…
"Hey, come on…" Keith reached for me and I avoided him, going back into the showers so I could clean up and get my things.
"I'm gonna ask for a new room," I decided, surprising myself as much as him probably.
"What?"
"Yeah," I said, but mostly to myself. "I can't stay here anymore."
"Didn't you hear me?" Keith asked. "Didn't you hear what I said, Brandy? I love you."
He'd followed me, with a towel wrapped around his waist now, but still wet and flushed from the shower, and from our sex too. Keith smiled like everything had to be okay now and maybe it was for him, but I could only ask myself why I'd been so weak.
"Can I, um…have a little privacy?" I wondered, feeling almost embarrassed as I washed Keith's cum out of my ass with soapy fingers. "Please?"
"I'll call Suzanne, okay?" He sounded like a little boy making deals for Christmas, promising to be good. "I'll tell her it's over and…"
"I'm not going to talk about it," I said. "Not here, okay? Just…leave me alone."
"Brandy."
I turned my face away from him and closed my eyes, making sure Keith understood I was ignoring him. Why had I let him fuck me in the showers? Anybody could have walked in and someone had; Stu, the only person in the dorm who mattered.
Keith left me after a dozen long seconds, frowning and confused by the way I treated him. We'd just made love and now I wouldn't even look at him. All I really knew was that I had to get the semen out of my butt before Dave picked me up. I'd have to lie to him. I'd have to pretend like I wasn't fucking around behind his back. I loved him and I'd made a decision. Dave was my boyfriend and Keith had blown his chance. He could have had me so easy. Just like Stu, if only he hadn't been so slow to make a move on me. I was with Dave now, I told myself, and I had to start acting like it.
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"I know you feel the same way I do, Brandy."
Keith hadn't bothered to dress, maybe thinking that if I saw his hard, hunky body reclining on his bed, only barely covered by a damp towel, I'd lose all my self-control. Again. God! He looked like one of those guys in Playgirl, right down to the way his semi-hard cock laid across his thigh. Posing for me, that's what he was doing, and so I teased him back.
"I've got a boyfriend," I reminded him, dropping my towel completely and putting my left foot on my bed.
"We belong together though," Keith said with a smile, watching as I caressed my left calf and thigh with body lotion.
"Like fate?" I shook my head at that, hunched over slightly, showing the man my naked body as I switched legs.
"We're here, right?" He chuckled softly. "That has to mean something."
"I can't do it," I said, pouring lotion onto my hand, reaching down to massage my hairless scrotum and flaccid cock. The sweet smell of peaches rose from my warm body.
"Because of Deere?" Keith asked. "Or that other guy, what's-his-name?"
"Stu," I sighed, knowing perfectly well that Keith knew his name.
"Yeah." He nodded, staring at my tits as I rubbed them with lotion, taking my time. "Is he your boyfriend too?"
"No," I said, snapping the cap closed and tossing the bottle on my bed. "He's my friend, okay? I just wish…We shouldn't have been doing it."
"The door's locked," he said, and I rolled my eyes at the suggestion.
"I didn't mean in the shower, Keith." I told him. "We shouldn't have been doing it at all."
"We had sex before, Brandy." He shrugged and I could feel the man's eyes on me as I looked through my small dresser for some undies.
"I know," I said, finding some black briefs, thin and lacy and sexy. I pulled them on, pausing only to fix my cocky and balls, tucking them safely down and out of the way. When I turned around again, I didn't even have a bulge down there.
"Fuck. You're beautiful," Keith decided, licking his lips. "Don't go out. Stay with me, okay?"
"Like you haven't heard a word I said, huh?" I bit my bottom lip, seeing him sitting there so strong and handsome, everything I ever wanted in a boyfriend, but it was too late.
"Maybe I don't want to believe it," he said. "You just met that guy. Come on, we belong together. I just didn't see it before."
"And you didn't believe me either." I shook my head, turning to find the bra that matched my panties.
"I know," Keith agreed. "I should have called her sooner, but…"
"Dave believes me," I whispered, speaking to myself, "and I lied to him."
"What?"
"I'm gonna go to Student Affairs tomorrow," I said, fixing my bra with my back to him. "I can't stay here anymore."
"You what?" Keith blinked at me as I glanced over my shoulder. "Brandy. No. Please, I'm sorry, okay? I can wait. I won't make you…"
"I know." I nodded, opening another drawer to find a skirt and blouse. A t-shirt would be okay, I thought, but then I changed my mind and…I turned around. "I like you too much. If I stay here…"
"Stay with me," he whispered.
"I don't want to cheat on him," I said, taking a ragged breath and letting it out. I knew I was doing the right thing, even if it hurt too much.
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Dave had picked me up and taken me to dinner, but I could barely eat anything. I felt too guilty and I wanted to confess everything. I had that urge and it seemed to me that the only thing worse than cheating on my boyfriend was keeping it a secret. Telling him that I'd had sex with both Keith and Stu seemed pretty bad too, however, and I couldn't bring myself to do it.
"What's the matter?" he wondered towards the end of dinner, reaching for my fingers and giving them a squeeze.
"I'm just not very hungry, I guess." I smiled apologetically, praying he'd let it go.
"Tell me," Dave said. "Maybe I can help."
He wasn't going to ignore my unhappiness; he loved me.
"I just, um…" I shrugged and settled on a half-truth. "I need to move out of my dorm."
"What?" He narrowed his eyes. "They're kicking you out?"
"No!" I giggled at that. "I'm living with twenty guys and I have a roommate, you know."
"Hmmm…" Dave smiled at that. "Is he handsome?"
"What?" I swallowed hard and felt my cheeks redden.
"Your roommate, is he hot?"
"Why?" I teased him. "You want me to hook you up if he is?"
"Heh." Dave grinned and played his thumb across the back of my hand. "I just wanna know how jealous I'm supposed to be."
"Do you know anyone in the Student Affairs office?" I asked, desperate to get off the subject of my hunky roommate.
"Maybe," he said. "I probably know a guy who knows a guy."
"I bet!" I laughed. "I need to get in the girl's dorm, that's all."
"What's wrong with the sorority thing?"
"The sorority thing?"
"I thought they were going to ask you to join or something," Dave said, and I didn't really understand why he'd bring that up.
"A couple girls kind of mentioned it, but…" I shrugged.
"So? You can move in with them," he suggested. "Right?"
"Uhhh…" I blinked at him. "I don't know. I mean, they don't even know I'm a…"
"With me?" Dave grinned. "They know all about that, baby. Come on, we'll go over there."
"Oh." I'd sort of forgotten about the invitation to visit the Lambda Pi House. I had other things on my mind, you know? I couldn't see them letting me join their sorority once they found out I wasn't a real girl, no matter who my boyfriend might be.
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"Brandy!" Krystal kissed me on both cheeks and pulled me away from a smiling Dave. "I'm so glad you came. Come on, I'll show you around."
"But…" I looked over my shoulder at my boyfriend.
"Don't worry," she told me. "Dave's been here before. Nobody's going to rape him."
"Uh!"
Krystal giggled and the leggy blonde sounded just as gorgeous as she looked. I felt slightly jealous, or insecure maybe. Amber, the raven haired cheerleader I'd met earlier, had walked into the room and apparently decided to keep Dave entertained. They seemed friendly enough and I wasn't sure I liked that, or even understood it really. Everyone liked him though, especially girls, and I'd already begun to understand that I'd have to live with that. I just hoped he was more trustworthy than me.
"We have over seventy members on campus and a lot of alumni, of course," Krystal explained as we walked through the house. "We're not the biggest sorority, just the best."
"Okay," I agreed. Like, what did I know about anything?
"There's a dozen girls who live here," she continued as we walked into the den. "This is Wendy and that's Petra…This is Brandy, Dave's girlfriend."
"Hi," both girls said in unison, lounging on overstuffed pillows and doing homework together, it looked like. They smiled and except for being obviously very attractive, both girls seemed pretty normal and friendly.
We met more girls during the grand tour and I had the distinct impression that the Lambda Pi sorority didn't have a lot of ugly members. None of the girls I met could even be called plain, although they weren't dressed up or anything like that. Still, a dozen of the prettiest coeds on campus, cheerleaders all, from what I'd gathered, were living under one roof. I supposed the other fifty or sixty Lambda Pi girls that lived elsewhere would be equally gorgeous. I really didn't belong there!
"You belong here," Krystal said with a genuine smile as we climbed to the third floor. "I hope you think about it, Brandy."
"Yeah, um…This is a big house," I replied, and I wasn't kidding.
The house was one of those old Victorian mansions with three floors and pillars in front, ivy crawling up the walls, and two fireplaces. I'd never been much for architecture or anything, but I could appreciate a beautiful house as much as the next person. The inside still had a lot of the old, stylish wallpaper, hardwood floors and paneling, and brass light fixtures. Of course, the college girls had done a lot of redecorating too and in decidedly non-Victorian fashion.
"It's huge, huh?" Krystal agreed. "The sorority got it about fifty years ago and the university's been trying to get it back ever since."
"Really?"
"Yeah." She laughed. "They keep saying they'll build us a new one, but this place is too awesome. There's six bedrooms and a bathroom up here."
"Cool." I nodded as we walked along a hallway decorated with Christmas lights and Polaroid photos of college boys, hundreds of them tacked to the walls.
"The Wall of Shame," Krystal said. "All the pictures are old, but it used to be when a sister nailed a guy, they'd put his picture up here."
"Nailed? You mean…"
"Fucked him," she said with a grin. "Yeah. Like back in the seventies or whatever."
"So you guys don't do that anymore?" I giggled nervously.
"We have the internet now!" she said. "They still get their pictures taken."
"Oh." I cleared my throat.
"It's kind of tradition." Krystal scrunched up her nose. "But don't think we're all sluts or anything."
"I don't," I assured her.
"We're just normal, red blooded, horny college girls!" She laughed and opened a door. "This room's empty. Olivia was living here, but she moved in with her boyfriend, so…You can see what it looks like."
"It's nice," I said, and it looked like a small bedroom, nothing too special.
"Yeah," she agreed, looking around. "Boring, I know."
"Hey, um…" I swallowed hard and decided I had to tell her. This seemed like the best place, since we were alone, and there would never be a best time for it.
"Hmmm?"
"I have to tell you something, um…" I sucked on my lips for a second, feeling kind of sick in my tummy.
Krystal seemed really nice and the house was great and it would have been a nice dream to actually be a part of something like a sorority, but…
"I'm not really a total girl," I said slowly. "I mean, my body…I used to be a boy."
There. I'd said it and I couldn't take the words back. I figured that would be the end of it.
"I know," she said without smiling. "That's why you're in the boy's dorm. Right?"
"You do?"
"You think we're going to ask you to join without checking you out?" She did smile then. "It's cool, Brandy. We talked about it."
"About me?"
"Yeah!" Krystal laughed. "You look shocked."
"I just…" I blinked at her. "I didn't think you knew."
"Can I see it?"
"What?"
"Your cock," she whispered, glancing over her shoulder at the open door and deciding to close it.
"I don't know, um…" I looked down at the cream colored sweater and pale blue skirt I'd worn, sort of dress casual and nice. I had thigh high stockings and leather pumps on my feet.
"I'm just curious," Krystal said. "Come on. Please?"
"Maybe," I replied slowly. "I guess so."
None of this made much sense to me and I really didn't feel like showing my penis to this girl. It seemed kind of rude in a way, like I was some sort of sideshow attraction or something. Krystal's curiosity was probably natural, but even so I didn't understand it and I was still trying to accept the fact that she still wanted me to join the sorority.
I started tugging my skirt upward, a tight one, short and made out of Lycra so it really hugged my thighs and ass. I'd wanted to dress sexy for Dave and beneath it I wore a pair of sheer black briefs. Krystal had stepped closer again, watching as I exposed the tops of my stockings and the bit of smooth, creamy thigh between them and my panties. My penis wasn't hard or anything, obviously, and it was well-hidden, being tucked downward and nestled snugly against my balls.
"You look like a girl," Krystal said, eyeing my smooth crotch through the black nylon. "Can I?"
"Uh…" I watched as she got on her knees in front of me, reaching for my panties as I held my skirt around my waist.
"Ohhhh…" she sighed, tugging the briefs downward.
My flaccid cock sort of fell outward, hanging small and pink in front of Krystal's face. My hairless scrotum fell low behind it and I'd massaged peach smelling body lotion all over down there after my shower. I knew how soft my skin felt, how sweet I smelled, and I sucked my lips as the coed took my penis in her hand. She gave it a tentative squeeze and then a gentle tug, looking up at me and smiling.
"It's so pretty," she said, giving me her shining blue eyes as she pushed and pulled my cock, obviously trying to coax me to erection.
"I should, um…We should go back downstairs and…Oh!"
"Hmmmph?" Krystal had taken my cock into her mouth and I felt her light tongue moving around the sensitive glans. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked, drawing my soft cock long and thin with the effort. Her hand cradled my balls and she massaged my testicles through the pouch of silky skin covering them.
"Please, I'm not…I don't want to cheat, you know?" My hands fluttered around, wanting to push her away, but I felt afraid of making her angry.
"This isn't cheating," Krystal said after letting my cock slip from her mouth. "It's just a little girl fun. We all do it."
"You do?" I gasped and nearly went tip-toe as she took my cock into her mouth again, all of it, and began nursing in earnest.
"Umm-hmmm…" she hummed around my cock, sliding her hands up the back of my legs to find my ass.
"Uhhh…Oh kay…" I sighed, feeling my penis growing firm between Krystal's lips.
She really knew how to suck a cock! Jesus! I'd never gotten a blowjob from a girl before. I'd never wanted to and I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I mean, it felt seriously gay to me. I wasn't a lesbian at all, I knew that, but my dick hadn't gotten the memo and after less than a minute, Krystal started bobbing up and down on my swollen, sexy penis. She could take all of me too, rather easily because I wasn't very thick at all and not even long enough to properly reach into her throat.
"Hmmm…" she sighed, squeezing my butt and pulling me inside her wet, warm mouth.
I had no choice but to grab her head, digging my fingers into Krystal's thick, blonde hair as I moved my hips. She let me fuck her mouth, keeping her eyes turned upward the whole time as if enjoying the look on my face. I knew exactly how that felt too, I loved watching a guy's eyes when I sucked him off. Dave's eyes in particular, and my boyfriend wasn't far from my mind. He was right downstairs and here I was getting a blowjob from a cheerleader! I had to be insane. What was wrong with me?
I had to cum!
"Krystal," I breathed, not even five minutes after she'd started. "I'm gonna cum."
"Uh-hmmm!" She nodded, pressing her fingernails into the soft skin of my ass and not about to let me go.
"Oh! God!" I hitched a sharp breath a moment later, feeling my balls jerk upward with the first quick spurt of semen.
I didn't cum a lot probably, but Krystal swallowed every drop of what there was. She'd pushed her mouth all the way down one last time, her cherry lips wrapped tightly around the base of my throbbing penis as it spilled hot ball juice across her wriggling tongue. I felt dizzy and a little drunk, stroking the girl's hair and thanking her with my eyes. I had all of thirty seconds, maybe a minute of pure, selfish joy before the guilty realization of what I'd just done hit me.
"Oh jeeze," I sighed. I'd cheated again! With a woman this time and that didn't make me feel any better. I felt kind of…dirty. Kind of queer for the first time in my life and it confused the heck out of me.
"You're gonna pledge, right?" Krystal asked me, still on her knees with my glistening cocky now only semi-hard in her face.
"I don't know," I said, feeling ready to panic. "We shouldn't have done that. Dave's downstairs. What am I doing?"
"Girl fun," she said with a giggle. "I told you that. Don't worry about it, Brandy."
"But…"
"I told him I was going to check you out."
"What?" I stared at her.
"We have to make sure our pledges will fit in, you know?" Krystal licked her lips. "What happens in the House, stays in the House. Dave understands."
"I don't understand!" I told her. "This is weird. I gotta go."
I started pulling my panties up, pushing my wet cock down and bending my knees as I got it in a comfortable, out of the way position. Normally, I would have been kind of embarrassed doing that in front of a stranger, but just then I felt too guilty to care what Krystal might think. She stood up as I fixed my skirt, looking somewhat amused and a touch concerned maybe, confused by my reaction probably.
"You don't have to be mad," she said. "I didn't mean to upset you."
"I'm not," I said. "I don't want to cheat on my boyfriend, that's all. I love him."
"I know you do," Krystal sighed, putting her hands on my shoulders. "Look, Brandy…I'm sorry. It's just for fun, okay?"
"I'm not a lesbian," I told her.
"Neither are we!" She laughed lightly. "We're just a little…bisexual, that's all. We all have boyfriends too."
"I gotta go," I repeated. "Dave's waiting for me."
"You can tell him," she said, and I snorted at that. "He already knows anyway, believe me."
"You told him you were gonna…do that?"
"Kinda." Krystal shrugged. "I told him I was going to try anyway."
"Great." I frowned, feeling a little miffed that she thought I'd be so predictable.
"Brandy…" She pouted playfully. "This is college. We're supposed to be doing stuff like this!"
"I don't know."
"Think about it, okay?" Krystal squeezed my shoulders. "We really want you with us. You're special."
"Because I'm dating the quarterback?" I almost laughed. "God!"
"No, that's not it," she said. "You know better than that."
"I don't know anything anymore," I said, pulling away from her hands and walking towards the door.
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Dave took me back to the Lions Den where the boys were throwing another party, although a reasonably tame one by their standards. They'd rigged a garden hose from the second floor balcony down to the front yard and someone at the top would pour beer into a funnel while someone at the bottom had to try and drink it.
A lot of girlfriends were there and Dave's friends greeted both of us with grins and teasing and all that. I'd been accepted into the club as the quarterback's girlfriend, which was nice, I have to admit. I liked Dave's arm around me and the occasional flirting, the attention people gave us, but it didn't really go to my head either. I'd never had the desire to be someone special and popular, not like some of the girls on campus.
I didn't know for sure, but I thought maybe that's why Dave liked me so much. I mean, besides being pretty and transgendered, he wanted a girlfriend he could trust. Too many people wanted something from Dave Deere the famous football player. A lot of girls wanted to be close to him just so they could be famous too and meet the right people and go to the right parties and all that, but I just wanted Dave.
Unfortunately, not everyone liked me.
"I heard your girlfriend's a faggot!" a girl said from behind us, loud and drunkenly, giggling as I turned around.
We were near the stairs, Dave with his arm around my waist while we talked to a couple of his football player friends and their girlfriends. He had a beer and I had a wine cooler, neither of us were drunk or anything. Tony, a tall black guy with glasses, was one of the wide receivers and Dave had introduced him as his "favorite target" which made me grin and tease him.
"I thought I was your favorite target!" I pouted and laughed, earning me a grin and a quick kiss.
We all laughed and it turned out that Tony had a ridiculous 4.0 GPA and majored in physics. He was the only university football player who belonged to Mensa. The man was smart and had a thing for his Chinese girlfriend, who really had come from China, and she spoke better English than I did, but had a wonderful giggle. So we were having fun, you know, just talking and waiting for a good opportunity to sneak upstairs and then this girl had to show up.
"Dave's a homo!" she said with another abrasive laugh. "The big stud's a fag lover!"
"Shut-up, Raquel," a guy named Wade said, and I guessed him to be her boyfriend. "You're drunk."
"I just wanna see it! Let go of me! Jerk! Hey! Fuck! Let me go! Put me down!"
Wade had picked the girl up, throwing her over his shoulder and carrying her out of the house while she kicked and screamed. Everyone thought it was funny, but I felt a knot in my tummy because I didn't want Dave to be embarrassed. It didn't bother me to be called a faggot or whatever, but the idea that it might hurt my boyfriend made me feel sick. I felt very self-conscious, as if everyone was staring at me and I looked at Dave, avoiding his eyes.
"Maybe I should go," I whispered.
"Why?" he asked, still holding me close. "Are you okay?"
"Yeah." I swallowed hard. "I just, um…I don't want you to get hurt or anything."
"Everybody knows," he said. "And if they don't, they have to find out sometime."
"But…"
"I knew," Tony said with a grin, and his girlfriend nodded.
"You did?" I looked at him.
"The big mystery," the Chinese girl said. "Is Dave's girlfriend a boy or a girl? Everybody's talking about it."
"They are?" I sucked my lips, but it hadn't been much of a secret anyway.
Everyone in my dorm knew, two dozen guys, plus Darla and her friends. I'd heard people whispering about me in my classes and the university wasn't so large that a rumor couldn't get from one end to the other in a week or two. Especially something juicy and sexy and about the biggest, most famous personality on campus. Dave would be taking his team to the national championships probably. He'd be in the running for a Heisman Trophy and get drafted by the NFL and make millions of dollars. Everybody loved to talk about him and if I was a secret, I had to be the worst kept one in the universe.
"Hey!" Dave yelled. "Hey! Huddle up!"
"What are you doing?" I wondered with a nervous giggle.
"Huddle up!" someone else shouted, and then more guys were yelling it. "Huddle up!"
"What does that mean?" Tony's girlfriend wondered, and we shared a confused look, but my tummy was all kinds of knotted up as Dave let me go.
About twenty huge, hulking, half-drunk footballs players had converged on us. Maybe more than that and it really was Dave's football team. If he wanted to talk to his guys, they came running and I never quite got that mentality. Football was life for those guys and it could be funny and scary all at once.
"My girlfriend has a dick," he told them to my surprise.
"What? Dave!"
"Anybody got a problem with that?" he asked, staring into his friends' faces and squeezing my hip.
"She's fuckin hot," someone said.
"No problem here, Dave." … "I don't give a shit." … "Long as your arm's working, man."
"She got any sisters?" Wade asked with a sheepish grin. "I need a new girlfriend now."
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"I can't believe you did that," I said awhile later, upstairs in one of the bedrooms.
"Why?" Dave wondered with a sigh, straddling my naked butt with his long, fat cock sliding along the crease between my cheeks.
"Mmmm…" I moaned as he massaged my back, pushing me against the mattress and we were going to fuck soon.
"I love you," he told me. "Now the team knows."
"But what if…"
"If what?" He slid his hands to my shoulders, squeezing me gently. "Nobody else matters, baby. I've got the best team in the country."
"People are going to hate you because of me," I said, turning my head so I could look at him.
"People have been hating me for all kinds of things," he replied with a shrug. "Cause I'm black, cause I'm white…Cause I'm not what they want me to be."
"This isn't gonna help."
"Yeah," Dave agreed. "They're gonna blame you."
"Me?"
"If we lose a game," he said. "If we don't win, they're going to want a reason."
"I know," I said, closing my eyes and I believed him. I could see the truth of that prediction, even if I didn't completely understand it.
"If you want to, uh…Find someone else, Brandy," he told me. "I'll understand."
"What?" I opened my eyes again.
"I don't want to see you hurt because of me."
"I don't care about that," I said. "I love you."
"Then I guess we're stuck with each other," Dave said, smiling as he adjusted his hips, bringing the head of his dark erection to my ass.
"Yeah…Ahhh…Um!" I winced and nodded as he entered me slowly, but surely.
"I need you," he whispered, lowering his chest to my back and kissing my hair.
"Then you'd better not lose," I told him with a giggle, gasping as he offered me a quick thrust of his hips, driving half his cock inside my boy pussy.
"How can I lose?" Dave asked, finding my mouth with his. "I've got you now."
"Yeah…" I agreed, opening for his tongue and lifting my hips as much as I could to meet his beautiful prick.
He fucked me so nicely. I loved the weight of the man's body as it covered mine. The warmth in my ass, like a fire burning with raw pleasure. The soft, hollow whump of his pelvis meeting my butt and our growing humidity as Dave's flesh stuck to mine. He held my shoulders, riding me with his erection sliding balls deep into my rectum over and over, his cockhead kissing my prostate and making me shiver and moan. The bed bounced as he moved faster, the headboard banging against the wall near the end.
"Brandy!" Dave gasped, driving his cock as deep as possible when he loosed his semen inside me.
I came at the same time, staining the bed beneath me with my own hot load of bliss. My asshole spasmed in time with my penis, squeezing Dave's cock and milking him for as much sperm as he could give me. My favorite feeling in the world, taking a part of him inside my body and keeping it forever. I loved that sensation, just as I loved him, and for those few precious minutes I'd forgotten everything else.
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Early the next morning, after Dave dropped me off at my dorm, I went reluctantly back to my room. I expected to find Keith waiting for me and I wasn't looking forward to that. I had feelings for him as well, but he'd missed his chance. That's what I had to tell myself. It wasn't my fault. Keith could have had me right from the start, but he'd waited too long and…
"Shoot." I frowned at the flowers lying on my pillow.
A dozen roses, expensive ones with their long stems wrapped in baby's breath. Keith wasn't there, but this seemed worse and I looked at the card, "I love you. Stu."
Nobody had ever given me flowers before and I loved them. I hated them. I didn't want them. Stupid Stu! He could have had me, except he'd been too sweet and shy at first. Dave had gotten me because he knew what he wanted and he'd been strong and confident enough to take it. A girl needs that in a man. I loved Stu and I loved Keith, and I loved Dave…But I could only have one of them and I'd made up my mind.
I just didn't have the will power to say no, that was my problem. I had to get out of that dorm!