New Horizons - Chapter 08

...Stays in the House

 

Student Affairs turned out to be a busy place. I hadn't realized so many other students would be there, but maybe I should have expected it on a Monday morning. The girl working the information window didn't really want to know what my problem was, she just wanted to give me a number.

"I want to change my housing assignment and…"

"Take a seat," she said, sliding a number under the glass between us.

I wondered why a university needed windows between students and the people who were supposed to help them. There wasn't time to ask her as a chubby oriental girl pushed me impatiently out of the way. Everyone seemed to be unhappy and I could feel the frustration in the air, but I guess that's how it is in a place like that. I mean, nobody goes to Student Affairs unless they have a problem.

There were a lot of chairs, most of them occupied, and I had to slide past six people to find a seat. The girl on my left ignored me. She had an anthropology text book on her lap and a green highlighter between her teeth. Every now and then she'd make a soft humming sound and mark something important. I wished I'd thought of that. The guy on my right had a book as well, a dog-eared paperback that he pretended to read while checking me out. I crossed my legs self-consciously and wished I'd worn a longer skirt.

College was like that, you know? I wanted to look good and so I tended to wear nice clothes, even sexy clothes, but that wasn't unusual. This was college, after all, and a lot of girls went out of their way to show off their youth and beauty. I'd waited my whole life to be a pretty girl, except I didn't always like the way some people looked at me. The guy next to me wasn't especially attractive. He smelled like cigarettes and made me feel naked. Probably because he kept pretending to read his book. It would have made me much more comfortable if he'd just stared at me. I could deal with that and I'd have an excuse to tell him to stop.

"Hi," I said, smiling brightly even though I didn't feel like it very much. I'd been sitting for almost an hour waiting for my number to come up.

"What do you need, honey?" a heavyset woman asked. We had to speak through a round hole cut in the glass, so I wasn't sure if I had to talk real loudly or not.

"I was wondering if I could change my dorm assignment?" I said, making it sound like a question about a question.

"Freshman?"

"Me? Uh...Yeah." I nodded as her thick fingers tapped her skinny keyboard.

"Name?"

"Brandy," I replied without thinking, and that only got me a bit of annoyance.

"Your full name, Brandy," she said. "Let me see your student ID card."

"Oh, uh...Brandon Cooper." I dug through my purse and my ID didn't look like me very much. The picture had been taken a year ago back in Kansas and mailed along with my college application.

"Thank you." The woman seemed very brisk, as I suppose she had to be with the place being busy like it was. "You're at Hereford Hall?"

"Yes," I agreed. "Room 212, but I really want to move into one of the female dorms and...What?"

"You're a man?" She sat up in her chair, like she wanted to see my legs for some reason. She hadn't looked at my ID very closely.

"Not really," I said. "I mean, technically, I guess, um...I'm sort of..."

"Wait a minute." She held up one hand and reached for her phone with the other.

The woman didn't seem very happy to me and I wondered why she'd want a job like that if she didn't enjoy it. Probably she just didn't like having a boy who looked like a girl come in first thing Monday morning asking for a new room. I wasn't exactly sure what the university's policy was when it came to transgender students, and as it turned out, neither was she.

"Are you transgender?" she asked a minute later, momentarily pressing her phone to her shoulder.

"Yeah," I said, even though I wasn't totally sure if I was or not. I mean, I didn't actually plan to go all the way and get surgery, but... "I'm a transsexual."

"She says she's a transsexual," the woman said into the phone. "Uh-huh...Hold on...Are you being treated by a physician for your, uh...condition?"

"My condition?" I giggled nervously. "I'm taking hormones, um...I see a doctor every month. Does that count?"

"She's undergoing treatment," she decided, and then listened for a moment. "Okay...What's the PRN for that? Got it...No, Cooper, Brandon...Right. Thanks Cynthia. Bye."

"Is it okay?" I wondered, sort of holding my breath.

The woman opened the top drawer of a small filing cabinet, gathering a bunch of forms. She stapled them together and slid them across the counter.

"Fill all these out. Make two photocopies, okay? Keep one copy for yourself and bring the originals and a copy back to me."

"Um...Okay." I frowned because that sounded sort of complicated and I was half tempted to ask her to write it down for me.

"You're going to be number twenty-two," she said.

"Twenty-two?"

"On the waiting list," she explained. "You should be able to get in a female dorm next semester."

"Next semester?" I really frowned then. "But what about now?"

"You've got a room, right?" The woman actually smiled at me. "Don't complain, dear."

"But..." I sighed and turned around, giving someone else a chance to be frustrated. 

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I slipped into my Literature class late, but the professor wasn't there anyway. One of her grad students was stammering his way through a lecture about Lord Byron or somebody. I wasn't in much of a mood for poetry, although I kind of liked that class. I sat in the back of the small auditorium, pushing the seat cushion down and sort of collapsing on it. The place resembled a movie theater more than anything else, except the floor wasn't sticky.

They were going to make me wait until next semester? I couldn't believe that! How many girls wanted to change their rooms anyway? I had real issues. It wasn't as if I didn't like the wallpaper or something. I was a girl living with two dozen boys, for crying out loud. Handsome boys. Hunky boys. Dangerous boys for a girl with a serious boyfriend.

Stu had given me roses!

And Keith would be next, I just knew it. They loved me just as much as Dave did and I sorta almost kinda loved them, too. I mean, I could have fallen seriously in love if I'd let it happen, but I didn't because I wasn't supposed to. Except I tended to forget if I wasn't careful, and a girl can't be on her guard and still relax at the same time. I had a dorm room so I could loosen up and not worry, but that's all I ever seemed to do. Worry. God! If I had to spend four more months in that place, I'd probably end up with three boyfriends, if not more, which would really mean I didn't have any boyfriends because they'd all dump me as soon as they found out I was a slut!

A slut? I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. Yeah, what else do you call a girl like that? I had to change my evil ways and that meant getting away from all those boys. All that temptation, you know? I could be a great girlfriend, like a supergreat girlfriend if I had the chance, but only to one special guy and I'd made up my mind. Right?

Right! I had to call Krystal. I mean, what other choice did I have? I'd join the sorority and live with a bunch of girls, and go out with Dave and have awesome sex with him all the time and...Krystal had sucked my cocky. Like, I'd cum in her mouth and everything! Girl fun? She'd sort of made it sound like they did that kind of thing all the time, except not blowjobs since they didn't have dicks, but still...Would I end up with a girlfriend? I didn't want to be queer! I liked boys!

Obviously I had issues, but what girl wouldn't be worried after her first gay experience? I told myself I was just overreacting. To a blowjob? Is it even possible to overreact to that? I'd wanted to tell Dave about it, to confess everything, but I'd felt too nervous, even frightened. What if he dumped me because I'd let someone else suck my penis? I'd be pretty mad if some guy at the Lion's Den sucked him off. Although, I have to admit that even an innocent transgender girl from Kansas knows that boys love lesbians. Krystal swore that Dave had known she was going to try and suck me and I sort of believed her, but...

I had to tell Dave. I couldn't do anything until I knew what was going on.

Luckily, I had a really cool phone and the only one number in it. I decided to send him a text, since I could do it without anybody even knowing. Half the class seemed to be asleep anyway as I glanced around the auditorium. The people who weren't all seemed to be doing something else, besides listening, I mean. Like that guy in the army jacket who smiled at me? I looked back down with a frown. There was always someone, it seemed, who had nothing better to do than stare at me for some reason. I felt kind of naked for a minute or two, until I forgot about him, you know.

"Hey," I tapped into my phone. "I love you."

I hit the Send button and looked up, smiling innocently at the professor's grad student as he stammered happily away. Lord Byron had a child with his own half-sister? That's so amazing! I rolled my eyes. What did that have to do with anything? And then my phone rang!

"Shoot!" That woke everyone up and the rule was, no phones in class. "Hello?" I whispered, standing up. "Dave? What are you doing? I'm in class...Excuse me...Sorry...It's an Emergency...What?"

"I said, I love you too, baby," Dave replied. "Where are you?"

"My lit class," I pouted, slipping out of the auditorium. "How come you didn't text me?"

"Cause I wanted to hear your voice," he sighed. "I miss you."

"You dropped me off three hours ago!" I laughed.

"Feels like last year."

"Yeah, me too," I decided, leaning against the brick wall. "I'm missing my lecture now. It's all your fault."

"Want me to hang up?" he teased.

"No!" I said. "I sorta wanna talk, but not on the phone."

"Uh-oh."

"What?"

"When a girl wants to talk..." Dave chuckled. "My dad warned me about that."

"He did?" I giggled, too, but I felt pretty nervous inside. "It's not really bad, okay?"

"Just sorta bad?" He got serious. "What's the matter, baby?"

"Nothing," I said. "I'm just, um...Do you think I should join that sorority thing?"

"Absolutely."

"Really? But, um...Last night, Krystal and me...I mean..."

I frowned because I wanted to tell Dave in person, you know? He deserved that much and I wanted to see his face, just so I'd know if he was totally mad or just kinda mad and maybe he wouldn't break up with me and...

"You're worried about your try-outs?"

"Try-outs?"

"Krystal, yeah...She didn't give you a try-out?"

I didn't know what he meant at first, but then I got it.

"Oh!" I gasped, and my boyfriend laughed. "You already know?"

"She told me you're gonna fit right in," Dave said, and while I pondered that pun: "It's all cool, Brandy. I know what goes on in that house. Maybe it'll loosen you up a little."

"What does that mean?" I frowned.

"You're too tight," he told me, gently. "Like you're all wound up sometimes. This is college, you gotta have fun. Don't worry so much, okay?"

"I don't want to cheat on you though," I explained. "And Krystal, and the things she said...I love you."

"I know you do," he sighed, sounding happy. "That's why I'm not worried about it, okay?"

"Okay," I agreed, but I didn't really understand how he could not care. Did he love me that much? I thought he did, but did that mean I didn't love him enough?

"I just want you to be happy, that's all," Dave promised. "Having a little fun with your friends is all cool. You can't get rid of me that easy."

"A little fun?" I laughed, thinking this conversation hadn't gone like I'd expected at all.

"Just don't tell me you got some boy on the side," he said, and his voice was teasing, but I thought it had an edge to it as well.

"I don't," I said. "I don't want anybody else, Dave."

"Neither do I," he said. "What are you doing for dinner?"

"I don't know yet," I sighed. "I'm waiting for my boyfriend to ask me out."

"Heh! I'll pick you up at six, okay?"

"Yeah." I smiled. "What should I wear?"

"Something nice," Dave said. "I have to meet a guy tonight."

"What guy?"

"Just a guy," he said with a verbal shrug. "I better run."

"Yeah. I love you."

"Me too," Dave said. "You're okay, right?"

"Uh-huh. I'm fine."

Except I kept thinking about my boys on the side. Stu and Keith. At least I had a pretty good idea what my boyfriend would think if he ever found out about them. That made up my mind even more than Dave's assurances that he had no problem with me having 'girl fun' with Krystal and the other sorority members.

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I decided to grab a little lunch in the Commons again, since the Indian Summer we were having wouldn't last forever. Darla had met me there, but she'd joined some lunchtime study group for one of her classes. Probably because there were like six guys in it, and only two girls, including her, and my best friend was eager to find a hunky study buddy, which made me laugh. I wondered if I shouldn't try and hook her up with Keith, since she liked him anyway, but he had a girlfriend back home, so it probably wouldn't work. Plus, I wasn't sure if I wanted to think about Keith having sex with Darla, you know? That might be kind of awkward.

"There she is!" Krystal found me before I could find her, and I looked up from my peach yogurt to see her and a seriously leggy oriental girl.

"Hi! Brandy, right? I'm Mina," she said, holding out her hand. I guessed she was Japanese, she had the accent anyway, but weren't they supposed to be really short or something?

She must have been almost six feet tall, I thought, and most of it came from her legs. Or maybe it only seemed that way because she wore a pair of small denim shorts beneath a pink t-shirt that said, "Want Some Pi?" across her smallish breasts. She had a pretty face, too, although I think all oriental girls are kind of cute anyway, even the ones who aren't. She had a nice smile though, and her seriously slanted eyes seemed friendly enough as we shook hands.

"We were hoping you'd be here," Krystal said as they sat down beside me. "So? Did you think about it?"

"You have to join," Mina told me, nodding her head seriously. "It'll be so much fun. Everybody's talking about it."

"They are?" I tucked some loose hair behind my ear.

"We're really excited," she said. "It's a big deal for all of us, you know?"

Krystal smiled at me, arching an eyebrow and I remembered looking into her eyes as she swallowed my cum. I tried not to blush and looked down at my yogurt instead, but that stuff sorta looked like cum. So I decided to look at Mina, since she liked to talk so much anyway.

"It's a big decision, we all know that," she continued. "But you have to remember, once you're a Lambda Pi girl, you're part of a sisterhood. Like a family, you know? We take care of each other."

"In more ways than one," Krystal added, teasing me with a soft giggle. That really made me blush.

"What about my, um..." I looked down at my skirt.

"That's why we're so excited, Brandy." Mina reached for my hand, giving my fingers a reassuring squeeze. "We're the best sorority on campus precisely because we only accept the best girls."

"The special ones," Krystal said, then hastened to say: "But don't think that's the only reason we think you're right for us."

"Definitely not," Mina agreed. "Even if you weren't, um..."

"Transgender?" I offered.

"Yeah! Thanks!" She grinned. "Even if you weren't transgender, we'd still want you, Brandy. I mean...Look at you! Wow!"

"And I'm dating the quarterback?" I wondered, ignoring the compliment, even though I liked it a lot.

"Well..." Krystal shrugged. "Who else would a girl like you want to go out with?"

I didn't have an answer for that, but maybe she was only teasing anyway. I wasn't sure. I had a pretty good idea that if I wasn't seeing Dave, my girlish cocky would have made them think twice about asking me to join. But since I was dating the quarterback, for some strange reason having a penis only made me that much more attractive to them. As if my life wasn't complicated enough already?

"So?" Mina gave my fingers another squeeze, as she hadn't let me go. "Are you ready to become a Lambda Pi girl, or what?"

"I can move into the sorority house, right?" I asked, looking between them.

"You can move in right now, if you want," Krystal replied. "You saw the room, all you have to do is say yes."

I took a deep breath, but in truth, I'd already made up my mind. I'd planned on stopping by the House after my last class, which means I'd planned on worrying about it all afternoon. Now I had to make a decision and it wasn't that hard, was it?

"Yeah," I agreed. "I'll join your sorority."

"Awesome!" Mina tugged on my arm, pulling me into a hug. "You're doing the right thing, Brandy."

"I hope so," I breathed, having no choice but to hug the girl back. It was strange because I found my face in her fine black hair and her boobs were definitely rubbing against mine.

"We're gonna be best friends," she whispered into my ear, tickling me with her breath.

"Mina's going to be your sponsor," Krystal explained. "She'll help you get ready for the initiation and all that stuff."

"Oh." I cleared my throat as the girl finally let me go.

"My room's right next to yours," she said. "And right now..."

Mina reached for her purse, but didn't open it. She had a small pin attached to the strap, about the size of a dime, with the Greek letters for Lambda Pi in a silver design.

"This is your pledge pin," she told me. "You have to wear it at all times, okay?"

"Why?" I smiled, tilting my head to see her pinning it to the collar of my blouse.

"So everybody will know you're a Lambda Pi Pledge, silly!" Mina rolled her eyes. "I've got your pledge book in my room. Are you ready to go?"

I glanced at Krystal, but she only smiled.

"To your room?" I asked. "I've got a class starting in..."

"Skip it," Mina said. "This is way more important."

"But..."

"No buts!" She held up her hand. "You're a Pledge now and I'm your sponsor. You know what that means, right?"

"Ummm..." I smiled with some confusion. "Not really."

"It means you have to do whatever I say," she said. "And call me Mistress Mina from now on."

"Really?" I giggled, but she didn't smile.

"Yes, Mistress Mina," she said, rolling her hand. "Say it. Yes..."

"...Mistress Mina," I recited along with her.

"Good." She stood up, pulling me to my feet with her. "See? You're learning already, Pledge. Carry my books."

"Uh...Yes, Mistress Mina," I said, wondering if this was some weird sorority joke, or if I'd really joined some kind of cult.

"Have fun kids," Krystal said, standing as well. She grinned at her friend. "Don't do anything I didn't do."

I blinked at that and when Krystal gave me a teasing wink, I knew she'd told Mina about giving me a blowjob the night before. Probably everyone in the House knew about it and I felt my tummy knotting up the way it does sometimes. Usually when I'm in trouble.

"Where are you from?" Mina asked, and we made small talk about ourselves as we walked across the campus.

I answered all of her questions about me, and learned that she'd come to America as a high school student the first time, part of a student exchange between Seattle and Yokohama, since they're sister cities or something. Mina said she liked it here so much, she decided to get a student visa and attend college. She was in her third year, a liberal arts major, which basically meant she didn't know what she wanted to be when she grew up...Her words, not mine. I told her I felt the same way and we both laughed.

All in all, she seemed really nice to me. Friendly and outgoing, kind of funny in a strange, foreigner sort of way, and I found myself liking Mina quite a lot by the time we reached the Lambda Pi house and her room on the third floor.

"We should get something straight right away," she said, closing her bedroom door and leaning against it.

I felt that knot coming back as I answered, "Yes, Mistress Mina."

She smiled and I hadn't called her that during our walk, but I had a hunch, woman's intuition maybe, that now she wanted to hear it.

"You're going to be a good little Pledge, I can tell," she said. "Put my books on the bed."

I did as she asked and the place seemed awfully quiet. In my dorm, the one I'd soon be moving out of, there always seemed to be some noise. Guys playing their music too loud, watching television or playing the X-Box downstairs. Someone was always there, but we'd found the House empty, so far as I could tell. I sort of wished it wasn't as I turned around to face her.

"Come here," Mina said, crooking her finger. "I want to tell you something."

"Yes, Mistress Mina," I whispered, crossing the dozen feet or so between us. I had to look up because she stood a couple inches taller than me with those incredible legs of hers.

"I know you've got a boyfriend," she said, putting her hands on my hips. "I've got a boyfriend too and I love him, so this is only for fun."

When she kissed me, I felt my whole body going stiff, but only for a second. I closed my eyes and told myself it didn't matter. We were just friends and I wasn't gay because some girl wanted to kiss me, it only meant we were friends. Except friend's don't slip each other the tongue, do they?

I shivered as Mina's tongue teased my lips and slipped between them. She didn't kiss like a boy, not at all, her tongue seemed to flutter about like a butterfly, as light as a feather. Part of me wanted to kiss her, or not that, exactly. I wanted to like kissing her, since I didn't really have a choice. Probably I could have said no, but first Krystal and now Mina were making it clear that girl fun was part of the price I'd have to pay for living there. We're they all bisexual? I had no idea, but I knew I wasn't, at least not yet.

"I'm sorry, um..." I pulled away from her, licking my lips. "I never did it before."

"I know," she breathed, smiling into my eyes. "We'll just have to keep practicing, that's all. We're friends, right?"

"Yeah." I nodded, meaning it as the girl let me go. "I want to be friends with you, uh...Mistress Mina."

"Me too," she agreed. "Let's get your pledge book and I'll explain all the rules."

That sounded good to me. I felt very relieved that she hadn't gotten mad because I didn't want to kiss her. The part about practicing made me a bit nervous, but I figured if we were really friends, Mina wouldn't really push me too hard. Unless friendship meant something totally different in the House, and I couldn't ignore that possibility. I mean, it could be that Lambda Pi friends kissed all the time, which meant I'd really have to rethink joining them...or else rethink my sexual orientation.

Or maybe, like Dave said, I was just wound too tight for college. But how was I supposed to fix that?

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"What are you doing?" Keith asked, taking in my open suitcase and the small pile of clothes next to it.

"I joined a sorority," I told him, glancing at Darla, but she was busy staring at my roommate.

My ex-roommate, I reminded myself, and that didn't make me feel very happy. Part of me wanted to stay right where I was, but it was too late for that. I was going to miss Keith a lot, and Stu as well, and a lot of the other guys I'd been living with for the last two months. They were my friends and I liked the dorm. I liked living there, but I couldn't stay.

"Hi," Darla said, since she had a thing for hot, hunky guys in general, and Keith in particular.

I hadn't really asked for her help, but any excuse was a good one for her. Darla thought I was insane for moving out, and as he stood there in the open doorway, I thought maybe she was right.

"Hey Darla," Keith replied, but the boy's eyes were fixed on me. "A sorority? Do they know about your, uh...you know...thing?"

"It's the Lambda Pi House and yeah, they know all about my thing." I rolled my eyes. "They said I can move in over there. So...I'm moving."

"Yeah, but..." He frowned.

"Student Affairs told me the college can't discriminate against transgender students," I explained. "I guess that means Greek Societies, too."

"I called her."

"Who?" I asked, but I already knew the answer.

"Suzanne," he said. "I called her last night, after you left."

"Keith..." I sighed, dropping the blouse I'd been folding onto my lap. I sat on my bed looking up at him.

"Maybe I should wait downstairs," Darla decided, and neither of us tried to stop her.

Keith crossed the room and sat down on his own bed. Darla gave me a sympathetic smile before pulling the door closed behind her. She knew what was going on. Lord knows I'd cried on her shoulder often enough, but my best friend hadn't been able to think of a better solution than the one I'd come up with and now I had to face the music.

"I broke up with her," Keith said. "I want to be with you, Brandy."

"And you expect me to call Dave now?" I looked down at my hands, but they weren't doing anything special.

"That's what you wanted, right?"

"Not now!" I looked up, frowning. "Did you tell her about me?"

"Well..." He shrugged. "Yeah. I told her I met someone else."

"You're such a jerk sometimes."

"I love you."

"I gave you a chance, remember?" I stared at him. "I gave you like ten chances."

"Yeah." Keith sighed. "Just give me one more, Brandy. Please?"

"I love Dave."

"You love me too."

"Don't!" I held up my hand as Keith rose to his feet. "I have to finish packing."

"Stay here," he said, sitting down beside me. "Be my girlfriend. We're supposed to be together, Brandy. Can't you feel it?"

"Don't touch me," I whispered, my whole body stiff and unyielding as his hand rubbed my back. "Just leave me alone. Please?"

I was going to cry any second and I really didn't want to do it in front of him.

"Look at me."

He touched my face, just his fingertips stroking my cheek, gently turning my head. He wanted to kiss me. If I looked at him, Keith would kiss me and I did love him. I wanted that kiss. I wanted his strong arms around me and his heart beating close to mine. I loved him so much it hurt and I shut my eyes as they grew hot and wet, but I couldn't hide from that kiss. I didn't have to see it coming, I could feel it. Keith's arm tightened around my shoulders, his palm covered my cheek with his fingers in my hair.

"Stay with me," he whispered, breathing the words into my open mouth and....

riiiiing... I jerked at the sound of my phone. Only one person knew that number.

"Saved by the bell," I joked unhappily, wiping at my eyes as I pulled away from Keith.

"Brandy..." He didn't want me to answer it, and I wasn't sure if I wanted to, but I didn't have a choice anymore. We both needed to understand that.

riiiiing... "Hello?" I answered, turning my back to Keith.

"Hey, baby." Dave's gentle voice filled me with confusion. I should have been happy, but I wasn't.

"Hi," I said, grabbing a pair of pink panties and wiping my nose. "What's going on?"

"What's going on with you?" He chuckled softly. "I heard you joined the Pi House."

"Word gets around fast," I said, shrugging my shoulders away from Keith's hands. "Yeah. I'm moving right now, actually."

"Are you okay?" Dave wondered. "You sound a little down."

"No. I'm fine." I turned my head, frowning, and Keith sat down unhappily. "I just have to pack and...you know, it kinda sucks."

"I'll come and help," he decided. "You're packing right now?"

"Yeah. No! I mean, I don't need any help," I protested. "Darla's here and, um...It's okay. We got it."

"Shoot!" Dave laughed. "I'm your boyfriend, remember?"

"Yeah, but..."

"So I'll be there in ten minutes," he said. "We'll get you all moved and we're still on for dinner, right? Did you eat yet?"

"I had some yogurt," I answered "Why?"

"Just checking. I'll see you in a few minutes. What's your room number?"

"Uh...212, but you don't have to..."

"I love you."

"I love you too, Dave," I sighed, offering Keith a sad smile as I turned my phone off. "My boyfriend's coming over."

"Right." Keith nodded and looked around the room. "I guess you don't need me, huh?"

"I'm sorry."

"Me too," he said.

I let him kiss me, but it was only a small one. A goodbye kiss.

"We're still friends, right?" Keith asked, and I nodded.

"Yeah."

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Everybody knew I was moving out. Darla had gone downstairs to get a soda and she'd been talking to some of the guys. I guess I couldn't blame her for that, since it wasn't like a secret or anything, but I'd sorta planned on just sneaking out. A lot of those guys liked me a lot and after dealing with Keith, I wasn't up for a lot of goodbyes. I especially didn't want to see Stu, because that was just another cry waiting to happen.

Thankfully, most of my former dorm mates decided to make themselves scarce. Probably because Dave had shown up, just like he'd promised, and he'd brought Mouse along with him. Nobody wanted to seem overly friendly towards me, not with my big, strong, football playing boyfriend right there...or something. I don't know. It was just weird listening to them talk and laugh in the kitchen while Mouse and Dave carried my stuff down the stairs and into the car.

I should have gone in there and said goodbye, but I didn't.

"Talk to me, baby," Dave said, putting his arm around me as we sat in his Porsche. "What's wrong?"

Darla and Mouse had both taken off, mostly because there wasn't enough room for all of us in that small car. Not with my stuff piled into what almost passed for a backseat. That left me and Dave, and he knew something was bothering me. At least I'd had the good sense to hide the roses Stu had given me. I'd wanted to keep them, of course, but how could I? And I couldn't tell my boyfriend that I'd had sex with two other guys. That would be a disaster, except that's exactly what was bothering me. That and the fact that I loved both Stu and Keith, which was why I had to move. I didn't trust myself around them, and I didn't trust Dave enough to tell him the truth.

"It's about last night, isn't it?"

"What?" I narrowed my eyes and Dave smiled.

"Krystal," he said.

"Oh! Um..." I swallowed hard.

"I told you before, you don't have to worry about it." Dave pulled me closer, kissing my hair and finding my ear with his mouth. "I know all about those girls. It's all cool, Brandy."

"You do?" I sucked on my lips and he chuckled.

We'd talked about it before, but only over the phone and not in detail. I'd kind of hoped the subject wouldn't come up again, but I guess my boyfriend was naturally curious. I wondered if I should tell him about Mistress Mina, and decided that could wait until I knew what was going on there.

"Did she really get inside your panties?"

"Kinda," I admitted weakly.

"Shit!" He shook his head. "I bet her a dollar she couldn't."

"What?" I almost laughed.

"It's a girl thing." He shrugged. "They're all into it anyway. What happened? Did she fuck you?"

"No!" I gasped, slapping his shoulder. "Be nice! She just, um...Krystal gave me a blowjob."

"And you're all worried about it," he sighed, not angry or even a little jealous. Dave looked happy. "Come here, baby."

He kissed me, gently at first, and then deeper as I opened for his tongue. Dave's hand moved over my tummy and up to my tits, making feel good all over while we made out in the parking lot. A lot of people were walking past and everyone knew who we were, of course, but that didn't bother us. I loved him, just as much as I loved anyone else, and it seemed as if a dam had burst inside me.

"Make love to me," I breathed. "Right here, okay? Right now."

"Mmmm..." Dave smiled. "This is gonna be a tight fit."

I giggled and kissed him again, crawling awkwardly across the seats so I could sit on his lap. There wasn't much room at all, even after he adjusted the seat as far as it would go. The steering wheel pressed against my back and my legs were bent uncomfortably. Dave pushed himself up, reclining at something like a 45 degree angle, and that gave us just enough room.

He reached blindly between us to free his erection and pull my panty aside. I was dry and more than a little tense, but determined as well. I needed my boyfriend inside me. After escaping Hereford Hall and the emotional turmoil of living with Keith, of seeing Stu everyday, I wanted to commit myself to Dave. I mean, I was already committed, but I had to renew my vows, so to speak. I had to give myself to him and let the man possess me, you know? I wanted him to take me once and for all, completely and forever, which may sound overly romantic, but it's how I felt.

Probably every teenage girl feels that way at some point in her life. Don't you think?

"Oh! Tight fucking fit!" Dave groaned, making me giggle even as I winced around his swollen cock.

"Complaining?" I breathed, kissing his handsome face with my arms around his neck. Smiling and laughing and feeling suddenly better than I had since finding those stupid roses on my pillow.

"Not me," Dave promised. "I love you."

"Mmmph..." I whimpered into his mouth as he pulled me down by the hips, pushing the length of his cock inside my tight boy pussy.

I nursed on his tongue and wriggled my ass, rolling my hips with pleasure. We were grinding more than fucking, his erection trapped inside my body, and I was determined to keep him there. None of that in and out motion, just a lot of back and forth, side to side, a deep grind that made me shiver as my pretty little penis began spurting inside my panties. I'd cum just that quickly and my asshole contracted with sharp spasms of joy, squeezing Dave's cock like a fist.

He had to fuck me then and the car began to rock as Dave pushed me against the steering wheel, the top of my round butt planted firmly in place. It was like those guys in Germany had built it just for me and I giggled, red-faced and panting for air as my boyfriend bounced his ass off the seat. He drove his cock upward, pumping into me hard and fast with just a few three or four inches maybe, but that was enough. I held his shoulders, turning my head down because the roof was right there and I didn't have enough room to sit up straight like I wanted to.

Every few seconds my butt would hit the horn and a sharp beep would make us both laugh. The discomfort in my ass was gone. The initial pain was just a memory, and a dim one at that. I loved Dave's cock and I wanted to push myself down, but he wouldn't let me. There just wasn't enough room to fuck properly and after some five minutes it didn't matter. Dave groaned, going stiff as he arched his back off the seat and buried his erection as deeply inside my body as he could get it.

"I feel it," I breathed, letting myself fall on his chest. "Cum inside me. It feels so good."

"Yeah," he agreed, hugging me tightly while he came. I bathed in his warm, soothing orgasm, feeling Dave's semen filling the only pussy I had. It made me feel like a real girl and that's the part I loved most.

"Do me favor," I said a few minutes later, after we'd caught our breath, but before untangling ourselves.

"What's that?" He kissed my nose and squeezed my butt with his strong hands.

"Steal a convertible next time, okay?" I kissed his mouth. "I love you, David."

"Hmmmm..." He only smiled and his cock was still hard inside me.

"Oh!" I blushed as I crawled off my boyfriend's lap and saw about three dozen people standing outside the car. They'd been watching us have sex, I realized. Some of them even started clapping, if you can believe that. I couldn't and I just wanted to crawl into a hole.

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"But what did I expect?" I laughed. "I was beeping the horn with my ass!"

"Really?" Marcy giggled and looked down at her feet. She sat on my bed in jeans and a t-shirt, and she had tiny pink toes. They were really cute, just like the rest of her.

"Yeah," I sighed. "I don't know. We'll probably end up on YouTube or something."

"Yeah." She nodded. "I mean, no! I don't think they put that stuff on there...Do they?"

"Beats me," I said. "Where are you from?"

"Olympia," she replied. "I go home every weekend almost."

"That's cool," I said, but I couldn't see myself doing that. I wanted to stay as far away from home as I could get.

Marcy hugged a pillow to her chest with her knees up and arms around her shins. She was twenty, but looked about sixteen to me, being petite and outrageously cute in the face. She looked a lot like Christina Ricci, I thought, and her room was directly opposite mine. She'd watched as Dave helped me with my stuff and two minutes after he took off, she knocked on my door. I really wanted a shower, feeling kind of messy in my bottom, as you can imagine. But I didn't want to blow her off either, you know?

"So, um..." Marcy was looking down, hiding behind her long, dark bangs. "Can I ask you something personal?"

"Personal? Sure," I agreed, figuring I knew what it would be. I hoped we could be friends.

"Are you really a, um...boy?" She looked up at the last word, catching me with her dark blue eyes.

They were big and round, like she was always surprised, and I seriously doubted anyone could lie to her. Not looking into those eyes, they were kind of brutal in their honesty. Innocent. That's the word and if I'd been a real boy, I could have fallen for her easy, I thought. Out of all the girls I'd met, she's the only one I might have felt any sort of physical attraction for. Maybe. I was trying not to think about it.

"Do I look like a boy?" I teased, striking a pose and pouting.

"No!" She shook her head quickly. "You look really great. I just can't believe it, you know? Krystal said she, um...checked it out?"

"She did?" I giggled, but it didn't surprise me. "I have a penis, yeah. Don't worry though, it's pretty harmless."

"Oh!" Marcy surprised me by blushing, and I couldn't figure her out.

"Are you okay with that?" I asked. "I mean, I guess it's not really fair I'm moving in without even meeting everybody, but..."

"No. It's fine," she assured me. "I don't mind at all. We're all glad your here, you know?"

"Yeah?" I smiled at that. "What do you mean?"

"Just that it's cool having someone new," Marcy said. "Someone kind of different."

"Hmmm..."

"It's not bad," she added quickly, seeing the doubtful look on my face. "You're really interesting, that's what I mean."

"I dunno, Marcy." I laughed. "I'm just me."

That's what I'd been saying since the day I'd stepped off the bus and wondered if it was still true. Like I wasn't wound up tight enough already? God! I wished Dave hadn't told me that, and that reminded me of the cum trying to leak out of my butt. Why had I let him fuck me in his car anyway?

"Because, Brandy..." I smiled at my reflection in the mirror. "You love him."

"What's that?" Marcy smiled at me.

"Huh? Oh. I think I need a shower before I unpack too much," I said. "They're downstairs, right?"

"Second floor," she agreed. "I'll show you. I was just about to take a shower too."

"You were?"

"I'll wash your back," she decided with a giggle. "And then you can wash mine."

"Great," I replied, trying my best to smile back at her. I really hoped my new friend only wanted a nice, innocent shower.

"Hey, just remember the golden rule," Marcy said, hopping off my bed. "What happens in the house, stays in the house."

"Yeah," I agreed, feeling my tummy getting tight. "I know that one."

So much for an innocent shower.

 

Chapter 9