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Loren
Copyright 2008 Rachael Ross all rights reserved. rache696@yahoo.com
http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm Intended for adults only.
Story Codes: F/F, Lesbian, Rom, Femdom, First. Oral, Anal, Toys,
Spank, Interracial, Reluct
Synopsis: When Kylie, a black college coed, is asked to change room
assignments by her sorority, she doesn't realize that her new roommate
is a dominant lesbian determined to turn Kylie into her personal pussy
slave!

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Loren
by rachael


"So, what are we going to do tonight, baby?" My boyfriend sidled up
next to me, putting his arm around my waist.

"Rodney!" I spoke softly and gave him a look. "Not here, okay?"

"Not here?" He ignored my tone and kept his hand on my waist, our hips
touching as we left the lecture hall.

"Someone will see," I told him, for like the millionth time.

"So?" he grinned, looking down at me, and he was seriously cute. "This
is college, Kylie, nobody cares."

Rodney was black like me, which is to say a rather friendly shade of
brown more than deep African black. His hair was short and kinky and
he looked good that way. With his big brown eyes and ready smile,
Rodney had been popular in high school, we'd both been, and quite
naturally we'd ended up together. There weren't a whole lot of
minority kids at our school; mostly it was a lot of white, just like
our college was. That was okay though, this wasn't a hundred years ago
in the deep south or anything.

I hardly thought about it all, deciding to leave racism to experts
like Louis Farrakhan, and I don't think Rodney cared about it either.
But I could see the looks on those curious white faces as they walked
past. Blonde college coeds who wanted to know if it was true what they
say about black men. White guys from small towns, licking their lips
and thinking a black girl like me was pretty exotic. It was almost
funny, but mostly it was just another reason I liked to stay cool in
public. I wasn't out for anymore attention than I was already getting.

Rodney and I had dated for almost two years, since halfway through our
junior year in high school together. Now we were in college and in
love and thinking about marriage, or at least it had come up, kind of
in the half-serious, half-joking way it does when you're just eighteen
and brand new to the world. The truth was that I wasn't ready for it
at all. Rodney was nice and I thought I loved him, I was sure of it,
but I wasn't sure that was enough. My doubts were all about me and I
suffered them silently.

"I'm just...uncomfortable," I smiled, feeling self-conscious. "You know
me."

"I do know you," Rodney's own smile seemed forced. "So, it's Friday.
Do you want to see a movie or something?"

"Or something?" I giggled and we were walking through the unusually
warm autumn afternoon, towards Abernathy Hall where my dorm was.

"There's a party at one of the Greek houses," Rodney suggested and I
knew that was what he wanted to do.

"Oh, no way," I groaned. "I'm not going to a frat party."

"Awww, come on! It'll be fun," Rodney gave me a squeeze. "I'll be
there with you; we can meet some people, hang out a little."

He was always the socializer, although I could usually put up a pretty
good front when I needed to. People expected me to be outgoing because
I was attractive, as if being pretty carried an obligation with it to
talk and laugh and meet everyone and their brother. I'd never been
like that, although I could pretend when I needed too, as I said. I
wasn't afraid of people, just what they thought, and don't ask me why.
Like Rodney putting his arm around me in front of a thousand kids at
college, it was natural for him, but my first instinct was to feel a
little embarrassed by it.

I was trying to change, seriously, but it wasn't easy.

"You'll get drunk again," I predicted. "And all those guys will be
hitting on me and..."

"What?" Rodney laughed. "I get drunk one time when I was sixteen and
you'll never let me forget it, huh?"

"I'll never forget that I got grounded for two weeks," I giggled.

"Well, your dad isn't here," Rodney said. "It isn't just a frat party
anyway, it's a mixer, and some sorority is going to be there too."

"Oh, I don't know," I shrugged.

"Hey, it isn't going to be yours, is it?" Rodney asked.

"Mine?" I shook my head. "No, I don't think so anyway."

"Okay," he shrugged and I couldn't tell if he was disappointed or not.
"We'll get a late dinner and then check out the party," Rodney
suggested. "If it's no fun, we'll do something else, okay?"

"You promise?" I stopped at the steps to the freshman girls' dorm and
looked up into Rodney's brown eyes. I liked his eyes a lot.

"Promise, yeah." He was so big, looking down at me and smiling. "I
love you."

I had to resist the urge to look around, but my face still turned a
little darker than just brown. I just wasn't used to being intimate
with my boyfriend, to touch and kiss and say those things in public.
It wasn't how things were in the small town where we'd grown up.

"I love you too," I whispered automatically and I braced myself for
his kiss, enjoying it a little, but I couldn't forget the people who
were walking past us, staring at us. It's silly, I know. It was just a
kiss.

"I'll come by at eight, okay?" Rodney let me go reluctantly and he did
love me which made me feel so good all over. "Meet you right here."

"Okay," I smiled and caught the look from a couple girls walking past,
they were smiling at us and it wasn't bad, I thought. It was nice
having a handsome boyfriend; I just needed to relax.

"Hey Pledge," a girl's voice made me blink.

I hadn't noticed Carol sitting on the steps. Sister Carol, I corrected
myself mentally, a senior, four years older than me and my sponsor
with the Lambda Pi sorority. I hadn't gone looking to join a Greek
house, that would have been so totally not me as to be funny, but
Carol had found me. She'd struck up a conversation one day, become my
first college friend, and somehow talked me into rushing her sorority.

It was one of the things I was doing to try and change, or so I told
myself, and the girls were all very nice and friendly. The pledge
period was pretty much over and I didn't have any horror stories of
abuse or hazing, or anything like that. There'd been a few strange and
funny pranks pulled on me, and I'd been embarrassed more than a few
times, but mostly that was just me being oversensitive, really. I'd
been pleased by the experience and I'd made some good friends. Rodney
had certainly been surprised when I'd told him I was joining, but he
thought it was pretty cool too. He was a really good boyfriend, sweet
and supportive.

"Hi, Sister Carol," I smiled at her and I tried to forget that she'd
just watched me kissing with Rodney. She knew I had a boyfriend
anyway; they'd made me describe him in detail one night, much to my
giggling embarrassment.

"Hello," Rodney smiled at Carol pleasantly and waited for me to make
the introductions.

"Rodney, this is Carol, my Lambda Pi sponsor. This is my boyfriend,
Rodney," I said, feeling vaguely self-conscious for some reason and
silly because of that. This was the most normal thing in the world.

"Hi Rodney," Carol remained sitting, offering her fingers and smiling
up at my boyfriend. "I've heard so much about you!"

"It's nice to meet you," Rodney shook her hand briefly. "Well, I guess
I better go."

"Okay," I nodded and Carol just waited patiently as I let Rodney kiss
my cheek. He'd gone for my lips, but I'd turned my head, feeling quite
embarrassed enough as it was.

"Bye Rodney," Carol waved at him and Rodney was busy giving me a funny
look, doubtlessly wondering again why I acted so remote with him in
public.

"He's cute," Carol decided, watching my boyfriend walk away. "Seems
like a nice guy too."

"Yeah," I shrugged and I really didn't feel like talking about Rodney
right then or especially there.

"Are you ready for tomorrow?" she asked me, meaning my initiation into
the sorority.

"I'm ready," I nodded, sitting down on the steps beside her. "I think
so."

"It'll be fun," Carol said. "Are you going out with Rodney tonight?"

"Yeah," I sighed a little. "He wants to go to some mixer or
something."

"Oh, the Phi Beta Kappa's fund raiser?" Carol grinned.

"Fund raiser?" I looked at her. "I thought it was a party."

"Yeah, it is," Carol shrugged. "But they're charging to get in. That's
how they make the money for their private parties."

"Oh," I shrugged too. People did the same thing back home when I was
in high school, but I think most of those guys lost money on the deal.

"Anyway, I wanted to ask you something." Carol looked at me and she
was a beautiful woman, which always made me feel a little insecure for
some reason. Maybe because she was white. I'd always had some kind of
inferiority thing with white girls my own age. Not with boys or anyone
else, just my so-called peers and I didn't really understand it.

I shouldn't be insecure though, I know, because I'm probably more than
just pretty myself. All the girls in the Pi Lambda Society were
attractive and sometimes I wondered if my appearance was the only
reason I'd been invited, or even befriended by those girls. I liked to
think I had more to offer the world than just my looks. Some people
did stereotype me though; I knew that. They'd take one look and decide
I was the token African-American, or so I feared. No one had actually
said that to my face, of course. But still.

I'm a little over five foot eight, with a lot of thick black hair that
just sort of...Goes. Like I've just gotten out of bed, no matter what I
do with it. Mostly I tied it back in a long ponytail, and I wanted to
cut it sometimes, but Rodney wouldn't let me. He loved my hair. My
eyes are bright brown and I have a serious body, although I thought my
boobs were too big for the rest of me. They're just C-cups, but being
thin like I was, kind of, they looked bigger. I'd started growing when
I was twelve, an early riser, as my younger sister had teased me, and
I'd gotten a lot of attention before I had even the slightest interest
in such things. It had made me a little more self-conscious than I
would have been otherwise, I'm sure.

The rest of me is just fine too, my butt and legs especially. I've
always been proud of my ass, which is hard and nicely round. All of my
height comes from my long brown legs. My hips were a little narrow
maybe, but soft nonetheless and I shouldn't complain. It is and was a
very good body and I'm proud of it. I enjoyed showing it off, but only
in private, only for Rodney. The rest of the time I dressed down, not
ugly, just...down, you know?

I couldn't do anything about my face though, which was angelic,
according to my high school yearbook. I didn't even know what that
meant, but that was what people called me. I guess angels have high
cheeks and pouting lips to go with their heart shaped faces, I don't
know. I shouldn't complain about my looks, that's dumb and probably
conceited in a way, but honestly, sometimes I really wished I didn't
get all the attention I did. Whoever heard of a black angel anyway?

So, that was me sitting on the steps, wearing a long, loose skirt in
boring beige, and an oversized college sweatshirt that did very little
to hide my chest, actually, but it made me feel a little better. Carol
was dressed a little more fashionably, and getting her own fair share
of attention, but she was one of those girls who really thrive on that
sort of thing. She could ignore other people completely when she
wanted to, or fix you with so much generous attention that it made you
feel like the most important person in the world. It had taken her all
of two seconds to become my new best friend and the really cool part
was that Carol was in fact a very nice person, at least to me.

"We were wondering, some of the other Sisters and me," Carol
continued, "what you would think about changing room assignments."

"Changing rooms?" That surprised me. "Why?"

"Well, there's a girl named Loren and we're really trying to get her
to join the sorority," Carol told me. "Maybe you heard of her? Loren
McKenzie?"

"Loren McKenzie?" I narrowed my eyes a little. "Ummm...I don't think so.
I thought all the pledging stuff was done anyway, the initiation is
tomorrow..."

"She's here on a sports scholarship," Carol explained. "Loren plays
soccer, like she's really, really good at it, so it's a big deal that
she's even here. If we could get her to join Lambda Pi, it would give
us a big boost on campus."

"Oh, okay." I didn't know anything about sports and campus politics. I
knew it was there, the rivalries and whatever, but I was totally naīve
about stuff like that.

"We're a pretty small Greek House, so getting Loren..." Carol smiled
like I could figure it all out. "Anyway, our charter is pretty relaxed
when it comes to new members. We can still take pledges, right up to
midnight tomorrow, and then we have to file our membership with the
Dean of Students and the NPC."

"I see," I said, even though I really didn't. NPC was the National
Panhellenic Conference, the people who watched over all the
sororities, or something. I didn't really know about that stuff
either.

"What does that have to do with me changing my room assignment?" I
asked, getting back to her original question.

"Well, Loren is interested, but she wants to room with a girl from the
sorority if she joins," Carol said. "Since freshmen have to live in
the dorms, it has to be another freshman and she already said she
likes you."

"She likes me?" I blinked at that. "I've never met her."

"I don't know," Carol shrugged. "Maybe she's in one of your classes or
something."

"Huh," I pulled some hair out of my eyes.

"You're going to be a full member after tomorrow," Carol smiled. "So
it's better for you to be with one of your sisters anyway."

"Yeah, I guess so," I didn't really mind, except I was pretty
comfortable where I was. My roommate was okay, another black girl
which is neither here nor there. We got along mostly because I hardly
ever saw her. She had her own boyfriend.

"So you'll do it?" Carol asked and when I nodded she smiled big.
"Awesome, cool. We've already got your paperwork."

"What?" I stared at her as Carol opened her book bag.

"Well, it's Friday," she laughed at the look on my face. "We had to
move kind of quickly, you know? Shelly has a friend in student
affairs, she took care of it."

"I'm glad I'm so predictable," I said, frowning a little.

"Oh, don't be mad, Kylie," Carol was smoothing the papers which had my
new dorm assignment on them. "Nothing's official til you sign it; we
were just hoping that you'd say yes."

"If I said no, would I still get into the sorority?" I asked, being
kind of a bitch, but really wondering about it.

"What?" Carol looked hurt and I felt instantly bad. "Of course you
would, we bid on you because we like you. I like you, okay?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry," I looked down and sucked at my lips briefly.

"It's okay," Carol laughed lightly. "I'm sure some sororities
someplace play those games, but not us."

"I know," I smiled and looked up. "Where do I sign?"

"Right here...and here...and initial..." Carol was happy and my suspicions
were all forgiven. "How much stuff do you have?"

"Me?" I laughed. "Um, not much."

"It's not far anyway, I'll help you," Carol said and she was right, I
was only moving around the corner into Sutton Hall.

"Right now?" I probably looked as shocked as I sounded.

"Well, yeah," Carol giggled. "When did you think?"

"I just..." I shrugged, thinking Rodney didn't even know I was moving
and all my stuff and...It was just weird. "Okay, I guess."

The college had more or less organized the dorms by student interest,
or something. It seemed that way, at least. Abernathy, the dorm I'd
been assigned, was mostly filled with average girls who had gotten in
with average SAT scores and big student loans. Lowry Hall was for
girls who came on academic scholarships mostly, or so I'd heard. It
was called the Geek House for a reason anyway. Sutton Hall was for the
jocks, a term which was equally applied to men and women, and the
girls there played soccer or lacrosse mostly, and gymnasts too, I
guess, and whatever. The jocks, you know.

I was definitely not a jock and one look at me told every girl there
all they needed to know about their new dorm mate.

"Here we are," Carol said and we were a little breathless from
climbing three flights of stairs and lugging all my junk, which hadn't
seemed like all that much just sitting there.

She knocked on the door, since I wasn't going to get my key until
Monday when I turned in my paperwork. It probably wouldn't have been
good to just barge in anyway, since I really didn't know the girl,
despite what Carol had said about Loren knowing me.

"Hey," a young woman said, opening the door and I guessed she was
Loren. "Hi Carol."

She was smiling anyway and she looked like a soccer player, I suppose.
Tall and big, like healthy, with some seriously toned legs and arms,
from what I could see, muscular even. She was wearing a pair of black
nylon shorts, tight ones, and a plain white t-shirt over her smallish
breasts. I could see her nipples sticking out, dark and pointy bullets
that she apparently didn't notice, or at least didn't care about.

Loren's hair was light blonde and short, kind of spiky and she must
have used some gel to keep it that way. It looked pretty punk, to my
innocent eyes, and she had like six piercings in her right ear and
none in her left, which seemed oddly lopsided. She wasn't ugly, and
not really pretty, but just...Loren. A rather long face with thin lips
and a big mouth, nice eyes though, sort of green, but dark and...blue, I
decided. They were gentle too and I thought they softened her features
nicely.

"Hi Loren, this is Kylie," Carol introduced us. "Your new roommate."

"Right, I've seen you around," Loren smiled at me and held out her
hand. "Nice to finally meet you, Kylie."

"Okay. Hi, yeah," I smiled back and set my laptop down so I could take
her hand. I'd never really been into the shaking hands thing and Loren
gripped me kind of hard, making me wince with surprise, though I
didn't think she meant to.

"You're a pledge, right?" Loren asked me, stepping aside so we could
come in.

"Until tomorrow," I nodded, glancing at Carol with a smile. "I hope."

"She'll be a full Sister after the initiation," Carol reassured us.
"You're coming over to the House tonight, right Loren?"

"Yeah." She pointed at an unmade bed. "You can put your stuff over
there," Loren told me and turned back to Carol. "I guess you guys are
serious, that's cool. I like that."

"I told you, we keep our promises," Carol told the woman, setting my
suitcase down near the bed.

"What promises?" I wondered, but Carol and Loren didn't really pay
attention to my question.

"We'll see how it works out then," Loren said and she turned to look
at me. "But I don't see any problems with joining you guys."

"Great," Carol was smiling happily. "I'll leave you two so you can get
acquainted then." She turned her eyes on me, "See you later, Kylie.
Don't forget, noon tomorrow, don't be late!"

"I won't," I promised. "Bye."

"Bye guys," Carol gave us a little wave and left the room, closing the
door behind her. "Have fun."

"Uh, I guess I'll unpack," I smiled at Loren.

I looked around the room and it was pretty much like any other. Not
overly large, with two beds and a couple desks. There were two small
dressers and one large closet, but Loren had gotten herself a little
refrigerator and a small television/DVD combo to sit on top of it. I
guessed that was a perk of being a star soccer player. My old room
hadn't had anything like that. Loren had a boom box too, near her bed,
and a lot of clothes scattered around, clean or dirty I couldn't tell,
and she struck me as not very neat. Her desk was cluttered with stuff,
homework and magazines and I don't know what all. She had some posters
on the wall, girl soccer players I guessed, since they all showed
girls kicking soccer balls.

"I've got a better idea," Loren said and I tilted my head slightly.
"Come here."

She was standing near her bed, which wasn't very far away at all, less
than a dozen feet, and I didn't move.

"Come on, it's okay," she was smiling at me, crooking a finger at me,
which seemed rather strange.

"What?" I gave her a confused smile, walking slowly towards her until
I stood only a few feet away.

"Take off my shorts," Loren said and it was like she was speaking
Chinese. I didn't understand a word of it.

"What?" I stared up at her, because she was six feet tall in her bare
feet, I swear. Probably an inch or two taller than that even.

"Go on, get on your knees and take off my shorts," she said softly.

"No," I laughed, thinking it was some weird joke.

"Do it, Suzy, or I'll have to spank you," she said and her voice
wasn't menacing at all.

"My name is Kylie and I'm not going to do...That!" I shook my head and
started turning around.

"Have it your way then," Loren said and she grabbed my left wrist and
yanked me suddenly off balance. She was pulling me back as she sat on
her bed and before I could begin to understand what was happening,
Loren had me over her knees like a little girl.

"What are you...Hey! Stop!" I started protesting loudly and I struggled
as well, but this woman was so much stronger than I was.

Loren put a hand between my shoulders, pushing my upper body down,
while her other hand jerked my skirt up to expose my panty covered
ass. I felt my face burning with sudden humiliation and I was so angry
it actually hurt, my stomach knotting up with cramps. I tried to get
some leverage at first, but Loren seemed to hold me effortlessly. She
was giggling, for crying out loud, and rubbing my round black butt
through the thin white cotton of my underwear.

"God, what a beautiful ass you have, Suzy," she told me, stroking me
and then grabbing my left butt cheek in her hand and squeezing it
hard. "I love your ass."

"Let me go! Are you crazy? Help!" I was screaming and pushing at the
floor, trying to force myself up.

"You think anybody is going to come into my room and help you?" Loren
laughed. "Let's get these off."

She pulled my panties hard, trying to rip them away as much as pull
them down and I tried slapping at her as the material dug into my skin
before finally giving way with a quick shredding sound.

SLAP!!

Her hand came down suddenly on my exposed behind, and it was hard! I
gasped at the hot stinging sensation and it felt more like my father's
belt than a woman's hand.

SLAP!!

"Owww...Loren!...Stop!!" I yelled.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

She didn't say anything and all my protests went unanswered but for
the rapid spanking of Loren's heavy hand on my delicate flesh. The
pain was unbelievable. I hadn't been spanked since I was eight or nine
and never like this.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

Over and over Loren slapped my ass until my screams died to hoarse
whispers and choking sobs. I had tears in my eyes and my nose was
running. I was limp and my ass felt like she'd taken a blowtorch to
it. I wasn't fighting her at all anymore and my anger had been lost
beneath an avalanche of humiliation. I was being spanked like a little
girl by another woman, another college freshman girl. She was just
nineteen, like me, and nobody special, but she was spanking me. I felt
utterly degraded by the experience. Helpless, that's what I was,
completely at Loren's mercy.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

The fact that she was a white girl wasn't lost on me either. A white
girl spanking a black girl. I'm loath to admit it, but at the time
that was the thought most profoundly in my head. I had white friends,
like Carol, and I'd never been treated differently, I didn't think. At
least I'd never been called names or embarrassed by my color, not so I
could remember. But this? It made me feel differently, inside, way
down in my knotted up belly. This was a white woman and she had me
down, submissive and helpless, and some part of me was thinking about
that and...

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

...And still she didn't stop. I was trembling, with goosebumps on my
skin. The blood was rushing to my head as I lay over Loren's thighs.
My ears were pounding and I was gasping for air. My weeping was
pitiful, like the sound of a baby, and I hated myself for it. The pain
was terrible and I spent what little energy I had begging Loren to
stop, telling her I was sorry. My butt felt swollen and every slap was
a thousand times worse than the one before it.

"Mmmm..." Loren purred breathlessly. "...Now that's a perfect ass, Suzy.
How's it feel, huh?"

I winced, my body going stiff as I felt her fingers digging into my
tortured flesh. She was massaging my butt now, working my cheeks with
both hands, since she no longer needed to hold me down. I hadn't even
noticed when she'd let up the pressure on my back. Even so, I couldn't
do anything but lay there and cry, feeling my body throb with hot
pain. She had me completely under her control, with just a good hard
spanking. I wouldn't have believed it were possible if it wasn't
happening to me.

"Let me go..." I breathed. "...I'm sorry...Let me go..."

"This is what'll happen to you every time you disobey me, Suzy," Loren
said, never pausing in her cruel ministrations. "I'll spank you when
you're bad, understand me?"

"Ohhh...God..." I whimpered.

SLAP!!

I spasmed with an explosion of fresh heat.

"I asked you a question," Loren said. "Do you understand?"

"Y-Yesssss..." I hissed between clenched teeth.

"Yes what?" she asked and I had no idea what she wanted.

"I...I understand..."

SLAP!!

Fresh tears sprang from my eyes as I gasped in pain.

"Good," she chuckled. "That one was for good luck. Now get on the
floor and take off my shorts like I told you to."

The girl pushed me off of her legs, so that I more or less collapsed
on the floor at Loren's feet. She stood up then, looking down at me
with her hands on her hips. I moved slowly, still crying and confused,
and the humiliation was the worst. I had some thoughts of trying to
get away, of getting to my feet and running to the door. Someone would
help me. Someone would care. Loren couldn't do this to me; no one
could. It was illegal; it was...I don't know...It was rape or something.
It was assault and battery and she couldn't get away with it.

But the idea of telling someone, irrational as it seems, filled me
with dread. How could I run for help, telling someone that another
girl had put me over her knees and spanked me? It was ludicrous.
Everyone would know, people would talk about me. The little black girl
who'd gotten spanked by a white woman. Carol would find out. Rodney
would hear about it. The other girls in the sorority, in the dorm,
they'd all know what had happened to me. It was insane to worry about
that, I know, but I did. I felt like a child, like the whole world was
against me and I didn't know what to do.

"Hurry up, slut," Loren stood there smiling down at me and I was
burning with embarrassment, getting to my knees in front of this girl.

I reached for her shorts and my fingers would barely work. I had to
flex them and search for the muscles with my mind, willing my clumsy
digits to grab the slippery material. I closed my eyes as I tugged
Loren's shorts down her narrow hips and thighs.

"Open your eyes, Suzy," Loren said. "Watch what you're doing."

I swallowed hard, tears running down my cheeks as I did what the girl
commanded. I opened my eyes and found that Loren wore no panties. Her
sex was right there in front of me, thick with soft blonde pubic hair,
and I could see the distended nub of her clitoris, pink and hard like
the tip of my little finger. Below that her pussy loomed through the
wiry tangle, her labia swollen with an excitement that I didn't share.
They were greasy with the oil of her arousal and I felt my stomach
churn at the sight of her. I wasn't a lesbian at all and the idea of
being this close, this intimate with another woman, made me almost
nauseas.

"All the way off, cunt...Keep going," Loren was nodding and if my
unhappy reaction to what she was making me do meant anything to her,
Loren didn't show it.

I pushed her shorts down to the floor, so that Loren could step out of
them. She spread her legs slightly and I didn't know what to do with
her shorts, so I just kind of dropped them and more or less hoped that
whatever we were doing, it was over. That proved to be ridiculously
naīve on my part though.

"Kiss my pussy now," Loren told me.

"No," I said shaking my head and feeling my body quiver with a rush of
adrenaline.

"Don't say that word," Loren warned me with a gentle voice. "Come on,
you're going to be good friends with my pussy, Suzy."

"I can't...Please..." I looked up, into her pretty blue-green eyes, trying
to appeal to her good nature.

"Yes, you can. Go ahead, slut," Loren reached out with her right hand
and I jerked back, but not nearly quick enough.

She had a fistful of my hair and Loren pulled me unwillingly to her
pussy, rather enjoying the weak fight I was putting up. I didn't
actually do anything, but try to pull away. I wasn't trying to hit
her, or stand and run. I was just resisting and Loren was a lot
stronger than I was. She pulled my tightly closed mouth to her hairy
sex and then used both hands to hold me, grinding her pelvis against
my face. I tried not to breathe or even look at her, but even through
my runny nose and closed mouth I could smell the girl's musky odor. It
was rich and thick and covering my face, and like it or not, I had to
take a breath. I opened my mouth to take a breath of air and then I
did get a taste of her.

Loren was playing with me that way. She was smiling and even laughing,
rubbing her wet pussy over my cheeks and nose, from my chin to my
hairline and side to side. She was wet, very wet, and my skin felt
sticky and more than ever I felt the urge to throw-up, either from the
idea of wearing another girl's cunt juices on my face, or just from
the sheer humiliation of what was happening to me. I was impotent with
anger and when I did use my hands, pushing against Loren's thighs and
even hitting her with my small fists; it was like she didn't even
notice.

"You're going to have to do better than that, Suzy," Loren let me go
suddenly, just after I'd given up fighting her. "Get these clothes
off; let's see that hot little body of yours."

"Why are you doing this to me?" I whimpered, looking up at her with my
wet brown eyes and Loren just smiled.

"Because I never had a black girl," she said. "And I always wanted
one. Now get those clothes off, Suzy."

"P-Please..." I swallowed hard, kneeling there and not moving. "I'm
sorry. I'm not gay, alright? I just want to go."

"Suit yourself," Loren chuckled. "Fuck, I love breaking straight
girls!"

If I thought she meant I could leave, I was sadly mistaken. Loren
grabbed my shoulders and shoved me back hard, catching me by total
surprise. I fell onto the floor, landing hard on the thin carpet, and
let out a breathless yelp as she followed me, sitting on my stomach
before I even knew what was happening. It was so quick that I was
still trying to understand why I wasn't on my knees anymore. My legs
were spread wide, almost painfully, bent at the knees and tucked
outside my hips. Loren shifted her body down and it was like I was
pinned to the floor, there just wasn't any leverage at all. When I
raised my hands, as if I might defend myself somehow, Loren knocked my
arms away effortlessly.

"Yeah, fight it, Suzy," she chuckled. "I love that shit."

"Stop! Oh please...Stop!" I whined, slapping at her, or at least trying
to, and Loren would meet my wrists and hands with her own, batting my
resistance away.

"Enough, now...Come on..." she sighed, growing tired of my struggle and
suddenly she just grabbed my wrists in her strong hands, like a man's
fists and it hurt a little, she was squeezing me so hard.

She pushed my arms up, holding them to the floor above my head as
Loren leaned forward and then her mouth was on mine. I tried jerking
my head, but she just followed me, kissing my wet cheeks and lips and
finally, somehow, I found her tongue pushing into my mouth. I was
surrendering, that's what it was. I felt tired and helpless, which is
a sensation almost indescribable. Like despair almost. I couldn't
fight her. I couldn't beat her. Loren was superior to me, that's what
I thought suddenly. She was bigger and stronger and...White? Could I
really believe that?

A white girl was kissing me and I'd never kissed anyone but my black
boyfriend before. My Rodney, he was my first and only, and now this
white girl was kissing me hard and deep. Her tongue filled my mouth
and I gave into it almost willingly. Without even realizing what I was
doing, or most especially why I was doing it, I was letting her kiss
me. She wasn't holding my arms anymore, I realized after a minute, or
perhaps longer. Loren had let me go and I hadn't even noticed. I was
still stretched out, still trapped beneath her as she sat across my
hips, but my arms were free and I wasn't pushing her away.

"Kiss me back, Suzy," Loren whispered. "Kiss me nice."

"No," I blinked at her and the woman had her fingers in my hair. She
was leaning on her elbows above me, playing with my hair while her
thumbs rubbed my high cheeks almost tenderly.

Loren kissed me again, not caring if I kissed her back, not really.
She was doing whatever she wanted and I was just lying there, swollen
with guilt and humiliation. My body burned with it and tears filled my
eyes. Her tongue was in my mouth, licking me all over, across my teeth
and in my cheeks. Loren tickled my own tongue, coaxing me to kiss her
back, wanting me to fight her that way perhaps and to my own horror
and chagrin my tongue did move. Weakly at first, pushing against
Loren's as if I could get her out of me somehow, but this was what she
wanted.

We were kissing and whether it had been my intention or not, my tongue
was moving against hers. Loren stroked my hair and gave me a soft
moan, turning her face slightly so that our lips were sealed tightly
together and this woman, this blonde white girl was kissing me so...
Nicely? My heart was pounding and my stomach churning. Blood rushed
through my veins and tears flooded my eyes and yet, what was happening
to me? Why did this feel good? Not just the kiss, you understand, that
was only a part of it and small part at that. The yielding, the
surrender, that's what was confusing me the most. That's what was
frightening me even more than Loren herself.

I found my hands on her, tentatively at first, just touching her sides
and Loren responded with a tiny nod and low sigh into my mouth. I'd
pushed her tongue into her mouth and somehow I'd chased her there, so
that our kiss continued between her lips. I wasn't just being kissed,
or merely responding to Loren's tongue inside me, I was kissing her
now and that realization made me shudder almost violently. I was in
her mouth, wriggling my tongue urgently across hers, tasting the
girl's saliva and swallowing it eagerly.

My hands pressed against her body through the t-shirt Loren still
wore. I wasn't pushing, or scratching. I was holding her, stroking her
body and encouraging the woman. How long that lasted I couldn't know.
It was too long. It was long enough to ruin any sense of my own self,
who I thought I was and what I wanted to be. I wasn't like this, I
thought suddenly. I had a boyfriend. I wanted to get married and have
children and be a wife and mother. I wasn't a lesbian. I wasn't a
white woman's little black slave girl either. Loren couldn't do this
to me!

"N-Nooo...No!" I was pushing her away, coming to my senses and I turned
my head to break our kiss. "Let me go!"

"Had enough of that for awhile, huh?" Loren smiled, catching her
breath much as I did, both of us panting for air.

"I gotta go!" I breathed. "I'm not like this!"

"Oh, you like it, Suzy," Loren laughed lightly. "Let's get this off..."

"W-What? Stop! No!" I was fighting again, like I'd only been taking a
little time out from my struggles, now they were renewed.

"Yeah...Sweet bitch!" Loren sighed and she was grabbing my sweatshirt,
yanking it up my body while I tried to knock her hands away from me.

"Help me! Help...God! Stop!" I was yelling and I mean really yelling
now.

I didn't care who might find out, not anymore. I'd been spanked and
forced to kiss Loren's pussy and then forced to kiss her. The idea
that I might like any of that, the possibility that I'd been giving
into it the way I had, it filled me with angry humiliation and nothing
could be worse, I thought. So long as someone came and helped me get
away, I wouldn't care what happened tomorrow. I'd survive the whispers
and giggles, I'd survive Rodney's questions, but this was too much,
being kissed and kissing her back, being undressed. I couldn't take
it.

"Upsy daisy!" Loren laughed, like I wasn't fighting her at all and my
sweatshirt came up, over my heaving breasts to cover my face and then
my arms were trapped inside it as Loren pushed it higher.

"What's going on in here?" I heard a voice, a girl's voice, not
sounding angry, but merely curious and then I heard a giggle.

I couldn't see who it was, my face was covered completely, my arms
once more drawn up and this time bound by my own clothing. I was
helpless as ever with my breasts stretched taut beneath my bra and
exposed to Loren's gaze. Loren's and whoever else happened to be
there, I realized, and I whimpered with muffled unhappy noises at the
image I must have presented just then. A black girl helpless on the
floor, her top pulled up and inside out to bind her arms and cover her
face. Loren, naked from the waist down with her nipples hard and
pointing through her t-shirt, sitting on my hips, straddling me as she
laughed.

I wanted to die, I thought. I'd been wrong; there were worse things
than what Loren was doing to me.

"Hey Christy," Loren said. "Just making friends with my new roommate."

"Cool," the other girl said without concern. "Still going to that
kegger tonight?"

"Oh yeah, we'll be there," Loren agreed and she brought a hand down to
play with my tits, squeezing my right breast through my bra.

"Ohhh...No! Stop...Help me, please!" I whined softly.

"Heh!" the girl laughed. "Have fun, Loren. See ya later."

"We will," Loren chuckled and she pulled my tit so hard I thought it
would come off, making me arch my back and groan sharply.

"Please..." I sobbed, but the door closed with a loud snick.

"See?" Loren said. "Nobody in this dorm is gonna help you, Suzy. I can
do whatever the fuck I want with you."

"I'm sorry!" I gasped as the woman moved her hand to my other breasts,
pulling the cup of my bra down and giving it a painful squeeze.

"You got great tits, Suzy," Loren sighed. "Fuck! I want to eat you up,
you know that?"

"Ohhh...No! God!" I moaned and then her mouth was on me, on my nipples
and she was sucking the left hard, washing it with her tongue.

I writhed beneath her, struggling to free myself from my sweatshirt,
but Loren held me easily, cinching the material tightly in her fist
and every jerking movement I made only seemed to constrict me further.
She was eating my tits the whole while too, moving from one to the
other and laughing at me as my nipples hardened despite my complete
distress. It was natural, I suppose. My body was full of adrenaline,
hot and confused, struggling with my fight or flight instincts. The
pleasure as well, it was undeniable, although I tried to deny it. I
felt nothing good emotionally, but physically? Loren was biting me
now, dragging her teeth across my skin and pinching my nipples with
her teeth, and I was responding to that seductive torture.

"Big fucking nipples too," Loren breathed. "Gonna pierce those black
tits of yours, Suzy. Put you on a leash I think."

"Oh God!" I sobbed.

"You like that idea?" she chuckled. "I knew you would."

"N-Noooo..." I wailed softly and then she slapped me, taking me by
complete surprise as I had no way of seeing it coming.

SLAP!!

Her palm fell on my left tit hard.

SLAP!!

She hit the right and I jerked with the flash of pain, which wasn't
terrible, but only surprising. It was a hot explosion that didn't feel
entirely bad, I have to confess. I always liked rough play with my
breasts and how often had I begged Rodney to bite me harder, to pinch
me and pull my flesh. To work my tits with his strong hands because I
did love it so and now this woman, this white girl was giving me
exactly what I'd asked for so many times before. I shivered with the
sudden pleasure of it, there's no denial I can make. If there was a
secret lock to my desires, a hidden door into my heart, this was it
and I found myself forgetting, just briefly, where I was and who I was
with.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

Loren slapped my tits repeatedly, and harder as she continued. She was
chuckling breathlessly, grinding her sex down against my lower tummy,
riding the soft swell beneath my skirt. We were both getting off on
this and I think Loren knew it, or sensed something different about
me. I was moving a lot, but not to get away. I arched my back,
thrusting my tits out for more and I hitched a sharp breath everytime
I felt her hand upon my burning flesh.

"Suck me now, slut," Loren said and she pulled my top over my head and
moved her body up, straddling my face so that her pussy was on my
mouth.

I was flushed with arousal and having her cunt on my lips only added
to my complete humiliation. She knew I was hot for what she'd been
doing and Loren was taking advantage of my confusion. I didn't have
any fight left in me. None at all and the girl didn't have to hold me.
She just looked down into my big wet eyes as I opened my mouth and
pushed out my tongue.

"My little cunt-lapper," Loren nodded. "Tell me that's what you are."

"I'm..." I blinked and tasted the strong tang of Loren's sex on my
tongue. "...a cunt-lapper."

"Yeah, you're my cunt-lapper now, Suzy." Loren sighed happily. "Eat me
good, muffin."

She grabbed fistfuls of my hair, pulling my face up as she pushed her
cunt down, grinding her soaked sex against my open mouth. I was giving
into her completely. Not out of love or lust, or anything so pleasant
as that, but because she was stronger than me. She was bigger and
dominant and she knew what she wanted and now Loren had taken it.
She'd taken me and I hadn't been able to stop her. My pride was gone,
my self-respect in shreds at that moment. I sucked her cunt willingly,
bringing my hands to her hips and thighs, stroking her while Loren fed
me her pussy.

"Tongue, it!" she commanded. "Stick your tongue in there and fuck me!"

I did everything the woman told me to, stiffening my tongue and
stabbing it between her swollen labia. I got a mouthful of her juices
instantly, as I pried apart the soft folds of her sex. Loren's tart
fuck juice flooding my mouth and I had no choice but to swallow it
down. She watched me all the while, smiling and nodding, moving my
head with her hands so that I could kiss and suck whichever part of
her Loren desired. I was her toy, her fucktoy now, and there was
little doubt in my mind that it was true.

"Oh Fuck! I'm gonna cum! Suck it, Suzy! Beautiful bitch! Cunt sucker!"
Loren gasped and pushed her sex down on my mouth hard, grinding with
her hips and ass.

She pressed her thighs against my cheeks hard and a fresh flood of
Loren's hot cum seemed to pour out of the woman. I swallowed thickly,
tasting it much stronger than before, so tart it was almost bitter,
making my tongue curl and my lips pucker. I should have been sickened
by it, and perhaps I was, but mostly I felt worn out and used. I was
tired and unable to resist anything anymore. I tongued Loren's hole
while she came, feeling my lips bruised as she worked her cunt down
hard. I was a real cunt-lapper now, a cum swallowing bitch for my
roommate and she was very happy about that.

"Good girl, good little Suzy," Loren panted, lifting her cunt from my
face and smiling at me.

"I'm Kylie," I said softly, licking my lips and breathing hard. I'd
almost thought I was going to pass out for a few seconds there.

"You're Suzy until I say different," Loren told me as she stood
slowly. "Now listen, you're my pussy slave."

"Slave?" I frowned, just laying there and Loren was standing, legs
spread and straddling my prone body. Her hands were back on her hips
and the woman was looking down at me like a blonde goddess.

"Slave," she nodded. "I picked you because you're beautiful and black,
not because you're a nigger." Loren was staring at me. "You're not...Are
you?"

"N-Nigger?" I blinked at her and shook my head, "No."

"Good," she smiled. "But you are my pussy slave. You're going to keep
this room clean, that's rule number one. You do the laundry, do the
cleaning, all that stuff. Understand, Suzy?"

"Yes," I nodded slowly.

"Two. You don't wear any clothes in this room, unless I tell you to,"
she stared at me with those deep blue-green eyes. "You come back from
your classes, you strip down. Understand that? You get your period and
you can wear panties, but you better be bleeding. What's your
schedule?"

"My...What?" I blinked at her.

"When's your period due?" she asked me.

"Um..." I had to think about it. "Maybe t-two weeks."

"Good," she nodded. "No clothes until then, right?"

"All...Alright," I looked down in shame, wishing I was stronger than
this and knowing I wasn't.

"And you better be coming straight back after school," Loren said. "I
don't want to have to go looking for you. No sucking some other girl's
cunt. I'll get real jealous, real quick."

"Okay."

"You sleep in my bed, understand?" she jerked her head. "You sleep
with me. That other bed, I'm gonna have it taken out. We don't need
it."

"Uh, okay," I swallowed hard.

"When I want you to suck my pussy, you do it. When I want to fuck you,
we'll fuck," Loren told me. "Whatever I say, you do it. If you don't
I'm gonna spank you, understand?"

"Yes," I closed my eyes.

"I had a couple pussy slaves in high school," Loren said. "A white
bitch and a little Mexican slut, so don't think I never did this
before. They didn't like it either at first, but after awhile both
those girls loved it."

"Okay," I opened my eyes again.

"You're gonna love it too, Suzy. Now get up, get the rest of those
clothes off. I'm gonna spank you again."

"Wha...What?" I swallowed hard. "But I didn't do anything!"

"You're gonna get a lot of spankings," Loren chuckled. "I can tell."

"B-But..."

"You want me to spank your ass downstairs?" Loren asked me. "In the
commons? I'll do it."

"Oh!" I gasped and shook my head quickly.

"Then get that skirt off and get over here," Loren smiled and she was
sitting down on the bed already, patting her bare thighs. "Hurry up."

I undressed completely for her, keeping my eyes down as the woman
openly admired my body. I didn't know what I was feeling. Part of me
had accepted her, I think. Some portion of me that was naturally
submissive was enjoying this and I felt that pleasure, but it was
mixed with my fear and guilt and above all the deep humiliation at
surrendering so completely and easily. It was only an hour after I'd
met her, maybe a little longer, and I was putting myself willingly
over Loren's muscular thighs.

"We're gonna shave that little muff of yours," Loren was saying. "Make
it soft and smooth. You're a femme bitch now, a pussy slave, so you
need to look like one."

She played with my ass for a few minutes, teasing me and telling my
how beautiful I was. How my ass was perfect and that she loved it.
Loren kneaded my flesh gently and I was still sore from her previous
spanking, but her fingers were so strong, digging into my firm black
ass and massaging me deeply. It was good like that and I felt like a
little girl beneath Loren's hands. I felt like her slave and I wished
I could understand why I was liking that so much.

"Look at this," Loren chuckled softly and I felt her fingers finding
my sex as she forced my thighs apart. "You're wet!"

"N-No...Oh!" I protested weakly and gasped as I felt Loren stroking my
pussy from behind.

"Yes you are!" Loren laughed. "You're fucking soaked!"

"P-Please...I don't know..." I swallowed hard and I thought I would cry
again at her discovery of my body's betrayal.

"Little slut," Loren slipped a finger between my puffy lips, finding
the tight hole between my legs and she entered me slowly until...

"Ah! Stop!" I gasped as I felt my hymen stretched, but only barely. It
was right there at the entrance to my vagina and not very deep at all.

"Oh, Suzy!" Loren gasped as well, with obvious delight. "You're a
virgin?"

"Y-Yesssss...." I hissed between clenched teeth and my heart hammered in
my chest. It didn't hurt at all, the way Loren was touching me, it was
just my desire to keep my maidenhead intact.

"Don't worry, I'll be careful," the woman sighed and I could feel her
finger exploring my pussy. Loren was caressing the innocent walls of
my sex, my thick outer lips and the smaller, softer inner labia.

"Just don't break it, please?" I whispered and I had my eyes shut
tightly.

"Shhh..." Loren pulled her finger back slowly. "I'm not gonna break your
cherry, Suzy. Not until you beg me for it."

"Ohhhmmmphhh..." I moaned as Loren pushed her finger into my mouth,
sliding it in and out like a thin white cock.

"Do you taste good?" Loren chuckled. "I bet you do, Suzy. I bet you
taste sweet, huh?"

She spanked me then, just as Loren had promised and it hurt a lot.

"Do you have a boyfriend, Suzy?" Loren asked, lying on the unused bed
while I cleaned our room.

"Yes," I said softly, making her bed...Our bed, I corrected myself
mentally.

"Black guy?" Loren wondered and I nodded. ""What's his name?"

"Uh, Rodney," I cleared my throat.

"Rodney, eh?" she chuckled for some reason. "We'll have to fix that."

"W-What?" I blinked at her.

"You're my pussy slave, Suzy," Loren smiled. "No more cock for you."

"But..." I stared at her, "...I love him!"

"Not enough to give him some of that sweet pussy though, huh?" she
laughed.

"I'm...We're waiting," I protested softly. "Until we can get married
and..."

"Married?" Loren rolled her eyes. "You're not gonna marry a cock,
Suzy."

"But..."

"You're gonna marry a pussy you can lick," Loren nodded at me and
spread her thighs. "You might even marry this pussy, who knows?"

Loren smiled at me, rubbing her hairy blonde bush while I burned with
embarrassment at stared at it. I wanted to look away. I should have. I
should have grabbed my clothes and run out of there and never looked
back. But I didn't. I just stared at Loren's pussy as she spread her
labia for me, showing me the moist pink interior of her sex.

"You want it, huh?" she asked lightly. "Come on, don't be shy. Give it
a lick."

"N-No," I licked my lips.

"Don't say that word, Suzy," Loren shook her head. "Come on...I know you
love my cunt now."

"I love my boyfriend," I protested and closed my eyes briefly, opening
them to plead with Loren. "Please, don't make me..."

"Come on..." Loren sang softly, "...Down your knees...That's it...My little
cunt-lapper"

I was on my knees, at the side of the bed, leaning forward and I
shivered as I found myself kissing Loren's cunt lightly.

"That's it...Good girl," she stroked my hair. "Look at me while you suck
my pussy. Give me those beautiful brown eyes, Suzy."

I looked up, sliding my tongue in a deep furrow between her pussy lips
and tasting Loren's sex once more. I kept my eyes on hers the whole
time, eating her pussy like it was all I wanted and unbelievably,
that's exactly what it was. I did want to suck her pussy, to submit
myself completely to this strong white woman and she wasn't forcing me
at all. She expected it from me now and I was doing it. I thought of
Rodney and guilt rose from my belly, hot and aching. What would I ever
tell him? How could I explain what I was doing or why? It was
impossible.

I had my tongue deep inside Loren's cunt when there was a knocking at
her door and I jerked my head, moving as if I would get up, but the
woman was quick to hold me. She had both hands on my head and she
pulled my mouth hard against her and held me there.

"Come in," Loren yelled and I groaned with fear and humiliation as the
door opened.

"Hey Loren...Oh wow!" a girl laughed and I was grateful I couldn't see
her as I had no choice but to keep eating Loren's pussy.

"Hi Cheryl, come on in," Loren said. "Close the door, huh?"

"Got yourself a little girlfriend?" the other woman asked and Loren
was nodding happily.

"My new roommate, Suzy," Loren replied. "She's making herself at
home."

"I see that," Cheryl giggled. "Shit! A nigger too!"

"What?" Loren asked sharply.

"I said you got a little nigger," Cheryl said, missing Loren's tone
completely.

"Look out," Loren pushed me away and she was off the bed quick.

I blinked, sitting back on my heels as Loren grabbed a fistful of the
other girl's hair, which was long and brown.

SLAP!!

Loren smacked her friend across the mouth, hard too!

"Owww...Fuck!"

"You ever say that again and I'll kick your racist ass all over
campus, you get it?" Loren demanded, holding the girl by the hair and
drawing her hand back, actually making a fist.

"I get it!" Cheryl practically screamed.

"Now tell her you're sorry," Loren dragged the girl by the hair across
the carpet and pushed Cheryl's face down close to mine.

"I'm...Sorry," Cheryl winced. "Fuck...Alright? I'm sorry! I didn't mean
it!"

"You meant it," Loren let her go and pushed the other girl away so
that Cheryl stumbled back, all red faced now and looking like she was
going to cry.

"Jesus...Loren!" she rubbed her freshly stung cheek and frowned.

"I ever hear that word again, I'll slap the shit outta you," Loren
promised the other girl. "Now get out of here."

"Fine, whatever..." Cheryl muttered and she left quickly, slamming the
door behind her.

"If anybody talks to you like that, you tell me," Loren stared at me
and I nodded. "I mean it, I don't care who it is. You're nobody's
nigger, Suzy."

"Okay," I said softly and I couldn't help but smile, probably the
first one I ever gave to her. The first one I can remember anyway.
"Thank you."

"You don't have to thank me," Loren smiled back. "People like that
insult all the rest of us."

"Yeah," I nodded and I couldn't tell you what I was feeling. I mean it
was like, wow! She smacked the hell out of that girl, a friend of
hers, for me. I mean, maybe Loren felt insulted too, like she said,
but mostly I had to believe she'd done it for me. Because she really
cared and that was just...warm, all through me.

"She'll tell everyone else," Loren laughed. "That'll be good."

"Do you, um..." I licked my lips.

"Do I what?" she smiled patiently and I sensed that we'd found a
connection somehow, a weak one, but there was something between us.

"I just never saw a girl...fight before," I said softly.

"Yeah?" Loren shrugged. "Don't worry, I'm pretty tough."

"Yeah," I swallowed hard and I believed her.

She was pulling her t-shirt off and now I could see her small tits.
They were like A-cups at the most, with dark brown nipples, not very
big around, but half an inch long and pointing straight out. She was
naked, like I was, and Loren looked like a boy, well, no. She looked
like a girl, but she was so firm, so muscular. I could see her
abdominal muscles and the sinews in her legs. There was no fat on her
at all, Loren was hard and impossibly strong, I thought. She was
beautiful, that was the word in my head and I swallowed hard, looking
away and feeling shy suddenly as I knelt there.

"Come on, we're going to take a shower," Loren said, holding out her
hand for me to take. "When I take a shower, you take a shower too.
That's another rule."

"Okay," I nodded, feeling her hand take mine and she pulled me to my
feet.

"You'll wash my back," she grinned. "My front too, that's what a pussy
slave does for her Mistress."

"Is that what you are?" I cleared my throat, speaking softly. "My
Mistress?"

"Yeah," Loren laughed, reaching to pull the hair from my eyes. "But
don't be calling me that or anything. I'm just Loren and you're my
Suzy, we don't need any games."

"I'm Kylie," I giggled and Loren shook her head.

"Not yet," she said. "You gotta prove it first."

"What?" I asked, but Loren was pointing at her dresser.

"My bathroom stuff is over there, in the blue bag," she said. "Get
some towels too."

It was getting close to dinner time, around five in the afternoon, so
there were a few girls in the showers, getting cleaned up after their
afternoon classes. It was a community shower too, just a big pink
tiled room with a dozen showerheads around it. I followed Loren and
most of the other girls in there smiled at her, saying hello and Loren
greeted them back. She really was a star and everyone knew it. If that
made her a little egotistical or whatever, I guess Loren had a right
to be.

"Right here..." Loren said and she turned on the shower, looking at me.
"...Go ahead."

I glanced around nervously and some of those girls were smiling, a few
sharing little looks and giggles, but Loren didn't care. She was
waiting for me to start washing her body and so I just tried to ignore
everyone else and I found her soap and a soft body sponge and I
started washing her slowly beneath the hot spray.

I started with her back and shoulders, getting Loren's pale body
slippery with a thick lather from the coarse sponge and she was
enjoying that. Loren watched me over her shoulder, smiling and nodding
as I worked her muscular back and sides, moving towards her ass which
was round and rock solid, I swear. There was no bounce to her at all,
but she had a nice shape too, no doubt about that.

"Use your tits," she told me and I blinked at the woman. "On my back,
come on, like this..."

Loren took my hands, pulling me around her so that I was standing
close, my tits rubbing against her soapy back, my tummy too and we
were close enough in height that the top of my sex, the soft swell of
my mound rubbed her ass. I still held the soap in one hand and the
sponge in the other and Loren told me to wash her front like that,
while I hugged her from behind.

It was incredibly sexy and something I'd never imagined myself doing.
Washing another woman's tits and taut stomach, sliding my soapy hands
all over her front while I worked my own body against Loren's back. I
was sliding around, up and down slowly, feeling my hard nipples burn
with excitement and my pussy was melting inside. I was intensely
excited by this and I realized that the reason, as much as anything
else, was the fact that we were being watched. Six other women were in
there with us, staring as I massaged Loren's hard body with mine.

"Wash my cunt," Loren breathed, spreading her legs as I dropped my
hands, sliding the slim bar of soap across her pubic hair, working it
into a lather and then bringing the sponge down there as well.

At some point I lost those, dropping the soap and sponge and just
using my hands, my fingers digging at the woman's sex while I pressed
my cheek against her shoulder. The water was so hot, falling over us
and inside I felt a fire burning, a confused and wonderful flame that
was consuming my doubts completely. I was falling in love, impossible
as that seemed. I was making love to the woman in public, putting
myself on display for those other women, those strangers.

I fingered Loren eagerly, rubbing her clit with my left hand while my
right worked to spread the soft walls of her cunt. I was pumping my
fingers in and out of her slowly, curling them and twisting, making
the woman moan softly, wriggling her ass against my body as I moved.
Loren braced herself against the cool wall with her palms and arched
her back. We were fucking, there's no other word for it. I wanted to
make her cum, feel Loren's orgasm running across my fingers and her
cunt clasping at my gentle penetration.

"Ohhh...Fuck..." Loren sighed, turning her mouth to find mine and I kissed
her, my ears filled with the soft gasps and giggles of those other
women.

Her tongue thrust into my mouth and I sucked on it hard, making
desperate sounds to let everyone know how powerless I truly was. That
was the thing driving me now. My submission and humiliation were
complete and it was what Rodney had been unable to give me. He loved
me too much, or only in the wrong way perhaps. He wouldn't take me the
way Loren had, and force me to do the things I lusted for secretly in
my heart. I needed this, I knew it instinctively and perhaps Loren did
as well.

I was going to cum too, I thought and I hadn't felt like that at all
before this. I'd been aroused and wet and terribly excited at times,
but this was insane. I was getting off on it and I worked my black
tits against Loren's white back harder, tilting my hips and spreading
my own legs, looking for pressure on my throbbing clit. I wanted to
feel something hard against me, a small touch was all I needed and I
would have cum quickly.

"Enough...That's good...Wash my legs..." Loren breathed and she hadn't cum
yet either, I knew that, but she was stopping us and I groaned softly.

There was no further protest, however, I just nodded weakly and drew a
breath, sliding down slowly until I was on my knees where I belonged.
I washed Loren's legs then, picking up the forgotten soap and sponge
and I went out of my way to demonstrate my submissiveness. I washed
Loren's ass thoroughly, sliding my soapy fingers between her cheeks
while those women stared at me. I washed her anus and more, I pushed a
soapy finger into Loren's ass slowly, wondering if this was what she
wanted and knowing she did when the girl pushed her ass back for me,
offering me her tight little hole.

"Use your tongue," Loren suggested loudly and I hesitated at the happy
gasps and giggles coming from those other women, but only for a
second.

I pressed my mouth to Loren's asshole and pushed tongue out
tentatively, taking a lick of this woman's most private place and then
another. She didn't force me or hold me, Loren merely offered herself
and commanded and I burned deeply with embarrassment, tonguing the
white girl's asshole harder and then sucking on it, kissing her tight
pink sphincter. I was loud and sloppy and trying to work my tongue
inside and I did, just the tip penetrating into Loren's rectum and she
groaned and rocked her hips against the pleasure my mouth was giving
her.

"Nice...Good, baby," Loren breathed and after some three or four
minutes she reached down to push me away. "Alright, enough playing
with my ass, Suzy. Wash my feet now."

I washed her feet as she ordered, lifting them one at a time and
massaging them as much as anything else, working my hands around the
soles and between her toes. I washed Loren everywhere until she was
satisfied and then I washed her hair, gently scrubbing her scalp with
my fingers, carefully and slowly. I had her completely clean before
she would let me wash myself while those women watched. Loren left me
alone with them, moving into the other room to dry herself and I felt
suddenly lonely and vulnerable.

I averted my eyes from their gaze, those half-dozen white girls, all
of them strong and athletic. They'd been in no rush to finish their
own showers, content to enjoy my little display with Loren and now one
of them called to me.

"Hey, how about washing my ass too?" the girl said with a giggle and I
closed my eyes.

"Go on, don't be shy," another girl laughed and I hurried to finish my
shower.

"Maybe next time," the first girl said as I walked past a minute later
and she reached out to slap my butt playfully.

"Stop it!" I frowned, knowing I sounded like a little girl, but I
couldn't help it. That just made them giggle anyway and I shivered
with the pleasure of my humiliation.

"Come here..." Loren grabbed my arm and I wasn't even dry yet.

"Wha..." I blinked rapidly as Loren, still naked and sitting on a long
wooden bench, pulled me across her knees.

SLAP!!

She spanked my ass hard, my dark wet skin sounding loud in the
changing area. I jerked with the small explosion of pain and she did
it again, spanking my ass hard and for no reason at all that I could
tell. Loren just wanted to spank me and of course those girls had to
come see what the commotion was.

"Oh shit!" a girl laughed.

They were all laughing and I felt my eyes filling with tears as Loren
spanked my bare black ass for a long two minutes, maybe three. I was
sore by then, my ass feeling swollen and burning from the stinging
slaps she was delivering at a methodical pace. I didn't struggle
though, not at all, I just accepted it with soft whimpers and the
occasional sob if she happened to catch me especially hard with her
palm.

"That's better," Loren decided finally, not spanking me anymore, but
rubbing my tender butt with her strong hand. "What are you looking
at?" Loren looked at the other girls. "You never saw someone get
spanked before?"

"Uhhh..." one of them laughed nervously. "Not like that."

"Well, now you have," Loren chuckled. "Get up, Suzy. Get our stuff."

"Alright, Loren," I swallowed hard, standing up slowly and rubbing my
butt. I ignored the other women as best I could and we left them there
talking about what they'd seen and laughing about it.

"Everybody's gonna know you're my pussy slave, Suzy," Loren said as we
walked towards our room. "Get used to it."

"I know," I said softly and I really did, it was obvious now that
Loren had no intention of keeping our relationship a secret, whatever
it was.

"You're not in the closet anymore," she smiled at me. "It's better
this way, believe me. I came out when I was thirteen."

"Oh," I nodded, like I understood what she meant, but I was a little
lost.

"Freaked my parents out, you know," she shrugged, opening our door and
letting me go in first. "But they got used to it. So will yours."

"M-Mine?" I almost dropped the stuff I was carrying.

"Well, yeah," Loren grinned at me. "Don't worry, we'll tell them that
you're gay together."

"We can't...I can't..." I stared at her. "I'm not gay!"

"I wanna see the look on their faces when you tell them you love my
cunt," Loren said happily. "That's the best part."

"Loren..." I gasped, almost rolling my eyes in disbelief.

I followed her into our room, and that was how I thought of it. Ours,
hers and mine, and I might have been surprised by how quickly I'd
grown used to that idea. I was accepting a lot of things that I
wouldn't have believed possible and the interest in me, the excitement
was total. I felt as if Loren had me under a spell of some kind. It
was the only explanation.

"I know, you can't do it yet," she stepped close to me, taking my face
in her hands. "But you will, Suzy."

Loren kissed me then, softly at first and I moaned as her tongue
entered my mouth. I was holding our soap and shampoo and the sponge,
and Loren was kissing me like she was the love of my life. It was
crazy and I felt confused all over again, like I couldn't get my
balance. Everytime I turned around Loren was doing something to
confuse me, saying something to send my emotions spinning. I was still
trying to deal with being here, not to mention Rodney, and the idea
that everyone would know and now the thing with my parents. I'd known
this woman for one afternoon and I felt like I was on drugs. Nothing
made sense!

"Fuck! You're the most beautiful girl I ever saw," Loren licked her
lips, staring into my eyes. "I'm gonna fall in love with you, Suzy."

"I'm Kylie," I sighed and Loren just laughed.

"You want to be Kylie?" Loren asked me and I didn't know what to say.
"You can be Kylie again, as soon as you call your boyfriend and tell
him you're queer."

"Wha...What?"

"Kylie's straight. Kylie's got a boyfriend, remember?" Loren smiled.
"So dump the cock, and tell him Kylie loves my pussy."

"B-But..."

"And then you can be Kylie," Loren said with a shrug. "Otherwise,
you're still Suzy."

"I can't do that," I swallowed hard.

"Right, see?" Loren shrugged. "You're not ready to be my Kylie, are
you Suzy?"

"I don't understand," I sighed. "I need to think."

"No, you need to get dressed," Loren decided. "We're going out, hit
some parties. That's another rule."

"What rule?" I asked, feeling hopeless.

"When I go out, you go with me," Loren said. "You're my girlfriend, my
pretty little femme bitch, so I want you to dress nice all the time.
Something kinda slutty, but tasteful, I like that."

"Slutty?" I blinked at her. "I don't...I'm not...A slut."

"You don't have to be a slut to look like one," Loren laughed. "Open
your bag and let me see what you have in there."

I hadn't even unpacked yet, that's how crazy the afternoon had been.
I'd been spanked and humiliated, forced to suck Loren's pussy and
masturbate her in the shower. I'd cleaned her room and gotten Loren
into a little fight, sort of, but I hadn't really moved in, not yet.
She watched me as I opened my bag and started taking out my clothes,
handing them to her so Loren could pass judgment on my wardrobe and so
far it wasn't looking good.

"Nope...Nope..." Loren sighed. "...No! What's with all this crap? You look
like you raided the Salvation Army or something. Are you Amish?"

She was holding up a long skirt, like most of them were, dark with a
white lace hem and I giggled, feeling slightly embarrassed because it
did look sorta ...Amish. All of my clothes were conservative though. I'd
never dressed slutty or even sexy; it was something utterly alien to
me. Rodney had tried a few times to get me into something sexy for our
dates, but I'd always refused.

"We're gonna have to go shopping this weekend," Loren decided. "This
is no good. None of it."

"It's...All I have," I said, kneeling at her feet and biting my lip.

"I got something for you, but just for tonight," Loren said and she
was getting up, looking through her dresser and all her clothes were
just stuffed in the drawers it looked like.

"Here..." she threw a t-shirt at me, "...And, oh...These..."

I caught a pair of shorts, some serious short shorts in pink denim.
The t-shirt was cotton and baby blue and I held it up and it was going
to be too small for me, I could tell that immediately.

"Queer Nation," I read aloud, blinking at the pink letters and Loren
giggled.

"It's a souvenir. Sorta special, so don't get it stained," she said
and I looked at her. "Well, put it on, Suzy."

"It isn't gonna fit," I said, but I sensed Loren wasn't going to care
about that and I was reaching for my bra.

"No bra," Loren shook her head. "Gimme that. You don't ever wear a bra
anymore, understand? Your tits are immaculate!"

"Um....Alright," I said, tossing my bra to Loren who promptly threw it
in her little round trashcan next to her desk.

I stood up, slowly, still naked, since that was one of the rules, and
I pulled the t-shirt on over my head. It was tight around my tits,
unbelievably tight, and the short sleeves barely covered my shoulders.
It didn't even come down far enough to cover my belly button, not even
close. The back of the shirt hugged my body, but the front merely
hugged my tits, beneath them the t-shirt just hung sort of loose and
tried to ride back up against the pressure. I had to tug it back down
every few minutes or the bottoms of my breasts were quickly exposed.

"Shorts too," Loren said, smiling at me. "You can wear panties if you
want."

"Thanks," I almost smiled as I found a pair of white bikini panties to
wear.

"Not those!" Loren laughed. "God...Put these on."

She tossed me a red thong, a tiny one and I stared at it. I wasn't
even sure how to put it on; there was nothing but a couple strings and
a red bit of triangle. I figured it out though, feeling my blood burn
hot under Loren's watchful eyes and I pulled the thong into place
carefully, so that almost covered my pussy. The thin back ran over my
asshole and up, between my black cheeks and I stared down at myself
for a second.

"Tomorrow I want you to shave your cunt." Loren said, eyeing my thin
black bush. "I want you neat down there, like a little fuckin' girl,
okay?"

"Alright," I agreed softly, pulling up the shorts now and they were
small too, but not too bad.

They fit my waist and hips okay and the legs were large enough for my
thighs, since Loren was actually a little bigger than me that way, but
they were so short! They barely covered my ass, truthfully, and I felt
like half of my butt was hanging out the back, but that was just my
imagination mostly. I was showing every inch of my long black legs and
that was way more daring than I wanted to be.

"Now, that's hot!" Loren grinned at me. "You should be wearing shorts
like that all the time. You got legs from hell, you know that?"

"I do?" I giggled nervously, snapping those shorts closed and zipping
them up.

"Oh yeah, Suzy," Loren sighed. "You're gorgeous."

"Thank you," I said, looking down shyly and my heart thumped and I
didn't understand it, but I was more than a little pleased by her
reaction.

"Hey, get my cock out of the nightstand there," Loren pointed to the
small cabinet next to her bed.

"What?" I didn't understand her.

"The drawer there, open it up," she said and the girl was pulling a t-
shirt, one of those ribbed tank top sort over head.

"Oh!" I blinked rapidly as I found what Loren wanted. It was a dildo,
a very large and lifelike thing, cream colored with veins and a smooth
circumcised head, even a bair of testicles hanging down as I picked it
up gently. It was surprisingly heavy and very firm, but almost soft as
well and I'd never touched a dildo in my life before. I'd never
touched any sort of cock, not even Rodney's, and I felt my heart
flutter nervously.

"Yeah, bring it over here," Loren chuckled and she was still naked but
for that t-shirt. "Do you like my cock, Suzy?"

"Um," I didn't know what to say. It had straps and a molded base and
when I gave it to her, Loren started putting the dildo on, quickly and
easily, like she'd been doing it her whole life. I just stepped back
and stared at her, feeling my body burn. It was like seeing something
very private, as if catching my parents having sex or something, I
don't know. I was humiliated by the experience of just seeing Loren
fitting that obscene toy around her hips.

"You like it, don't you?" Loren breathed, stroking her cock slowly
with her fist now. The color was vey close to her own natural skin
tone and it looked almost real, although obviously it wouldn't fool
anyone.

"I never..." I swallowed hard. "I don't know."

"I do," she laughed. "Give it a kiss, come on. Get on your knees and
give my cock a kiss so he knows you love him."

"W-What?" I stared at her and Loren just shook her head. "You heard
me, do you want another spanking already, Suzy?"

"No," I whispered.

"Then be a good little slut and get on your knees," she said. "Don't
tell me you've never kissed a dick before."

"I haven't," I said seriously. "We never...I don't know how or
anything."

"Fuck!" Loren grinned at me and licked her lips. "Do you know how sexy
that is? Just kiss it, later I'll teach you how to suck it."

I did as Loren told me, moving slowly but without any complaint. I
knelt down in front of her and the woman just stood there, hands on
hips and smiling. She urged me on with soft words, but that was all,
and I new it was just plastic, or rubber or whatever, but it looked
real and Loren was wearing it and I closed my eyes.

"Mmmm...Good girl," Loren said and then she stroked my hair as my lips
touched the swollen head of her cock. I kissed it for her and then,
for no real reason, I kissed her muscular thighs, first the left and
then right, on either side of her cock and just below the straps that
held it in place. Loren didn't say anything about that, but I could
tell she was pleased and for some reason that made me warm all over
and I smiled shyly, looking away as I stood up again.

"Make yourself beautiful now," Loren told me. "I mean it, seriously
hot. We're going out."

"Okay," I whispered and looked around for my purse, feeling both
frustrated and relieved that Loren didn't want me to do anything else
with her cock and for a brief second I'd imagined that thing inside
me. That was a scary thrill and I pushed the thought away, knowing it
was crazy, but I'd had similar thoughts about Rodney, from time to
time, and I knew a part of me was eager to lose my virginity.

I also knew I was beautiful and the idea of making myself up for
another woman wasn't something I wanted to think about really, but
Loren...I found my eyes drawn to her, like she was a magnet and I just
couldn't help it. She was in charge, much more so than my boyfriend
had ever been with me. I liked that, strange as it sounds. I wanted
that from the person I was with and Rodney had always respected me too
much maybe. When I said no to something he backed off, he didn't put
me over his knees and spank me. Why did I like that so much?

Guilt filled me, as it had all afternoon, coming and going as my
thoughts turned. Now it was back because I was betraying the man I
loved. I was brushing my hair for Loren, for a white woman. I'd
painted my lips red just for her, used a bit of mascara, some eye
shadow. I wore my diamond earrings, not large ones, just small studs,
but they'd been a gift from Rodney and I liked them. I tugged that t-
shirt down as it tried to ride high on my swollen breasts, the words
"Queer Nation" there for anyone to see.

"Give me this," Loren was right there when I stood up, taking out my
left earring and smoothing my hair. "Just in the right ear from now
on, Suzy."

"Why?" I asked, watching as she tossed the other on onto the dresser.

"Cause, it means you're a pussy licker," she laughed and the girl was
dressed like a boy.

She wore jeans and boots, a flannel shirt tucked in and unbuttoned to
show a ribbed tank top underneath. The sleeves were rolled up and
Loren's short blonde hair was combed back from her smooth forehead.
She had her six earrings in her right ear and some big silver rings on
her fingers. The lump in her pants, the bulge, was unmistakable and I
glanced at it nervously. Loren had tucked that cock inside her jeans,
somehow, and it was coiled and waiting now, and it gave the girl a
masculinity somehow. She was a girl, but she could have been a rather
pretty young man too, at first glance, but not effeminate. Loren
didn't move like a girl, not at all and it was confusing for me, like
everything else about her.

"Where are we going tonight?" I asked, desperately wanting to overcome
my meekness.

"I'm going to show you off, baby," Loren smiled. "Grab your purse and
change your shoes. You got any heels? I know you got one pair, put
them on."

"Okay," I agreed and I took off the leather sandals I was wearing and
put on the only real pair of heels I owned, some two inch dress shoes
in black leather that I seldom wore.

"Better," Loren nodded her approval, smiling at the way those shoes
pushed my tits out one way and my ass out the other. "You look nice,
Suzy."

"Thank you," I smiled shyly. "So do you."

"Do I?" she laughed. "Am I handsome?"

"Yeah," I decided, telling her the truth because she did look like a
boy, albeit a pretty one.

"You're learning now, huh?" she sighed happily. "Where have you been
all my life?"

"I dunno," I giggled and she was taking my hand.

"You stay close to me all night, understand?" Loren was speaking as we
walked towards the stairs. "I'm not gonna go looking for you and if I
see you flirting with another girl, I'll kick her ass and spank
yours."

"I know," I nodded.

"You know that, do you?" she grinned at me. "You don't know anything
yet, Suzy."

We went down the three flights slowly, mostly because I wasn't used to
moving very fast in those heels, but Loren was patient enough. When we
got to the bottom she stopped me before I could open the door, pushing
it open for me and holding it like a real boy might and I smiled at
that.

Loren pulled me into the commons, which like the center of social life
at the dorm. Sort of a combination living room, recreation room,
lounge, whatever. There were about a dozen girls in there, probably
more and I swallowed hard as Loren pulled me into the middle of it. I
wanted to tug my t-shirt back down because it had been pulled up
enough that the swell of my breasts was obvious, like my nipples which
had suddenly popped hard and burning with my humiliation.

"Hey guys, this is Suzy," Loren said carelessly. "My new roommate."

"Hi Suzy...Hey Suze...Hmmm, Suzy..." most of the girls greeted me, one way
or another. Some of them just shrugged and had no interest, others
giggled, and one or two of them gave me hungry, mannish looks that
made me shiver and I found myself clinging to Loren

"Say hi, Suzy," Loren smiled at me. "You live here, remember?"

"Uh, hi," I said softly, feeling my face burning darkly and I avoided
their gaze, but my tummy was trembling with excitement. My pussy was
wet! God, what was I doing? Why did this turn me on?

"Hmmm..." Loren chuckled and then kissed me, right in front of them. She
pulled my mouth to hers and tabbed her tongue into my mouth and I
whimpered on weak knees as her hand found my left breast through my t-
shirt. She squeezed it hard and I was going to cum, I swear. It was
right there and I was almost crying with humiliation and then
frustration as Loren let me go just a moment too soon.

I was breathless and licking my lips and Loren was walking me past
those girls while they wished us a good time. Some of them weren't
impressed, obviously, and not every girl in that dorm was lesbian or
even bisexual, but none of them were going to say anything. At least
not to Loren, but I knew inside that I was only safe while I was with
her and it was a feeling I found myself enjoying a lot.

I couldn't even imagine having the nerve to do something like that,
kiss a girl in public and tell the world I was gay. But Loren didn't
even seem to think it was strange and she forced me to do it. That was
a turn on too and for the life of me I couldn't explain why. It just
occurred to me that this woman, this blonde soccer player, had to be
about the most confident, most secure person I'd ever met and I felt
like nobody could hurt us when I was with her.

Have you ever felt that? It's a rush, a genuine sensation of pleasure
that makes the heart thump. Nothing bad was going to happen to me,
that's what it felt like. Loren wouldn't let it. I even looked up,
fighting down my fear because she had her arm around my waist. She was
protecting me and I looked around, borrowing her strength and feeling
brave. I decided right then that this was a feeling I liked a lot and
one I'd never gotten from Rodney, or anyone else for that matter. Not
that my boyfriend wasn't strong or confident, he just...He didn't make
me feel it the way Loren did.

"Come on, my motorcycle is over here," Loren smiled at me and I
widened my eyes.

"Motorcycle?" I asked.

"Yeah. Have you ever been on one before?" she asked me and I shook my
head. "Cool. This might just pop your cherry if we're lucky."

I rolled my eyes playfully at that, but it did make me a little
nervous because Loren's ride wasn't a motorcycle, it was a rocket! One
of those big racing motorcycles all bright red and shiny, and looking
like it was going a hundred miles an hour just sitting there. I stared
at it, wondering how we were even going to fit, as the machine was
clearly intended for one rider to go really, really fast.

"Is there room for me?" I asked her and Loren laughed.

"Oh yeah, baby," she grinned and climbed onto it, kicking some pegs
down for my feet. "Get up here, right behind me. You gotta sit close,
real close."

"Do I need a helmet?" I wondered.

"Probably," Loren chuckled, but she didn't have any and I guess she
didn't really care.

I was sitting close, clinging to the woman with my tits against her
back and my chin on her left shoulder. My thighs pressed to Loren's as
we straddled it together and we were both hunched over as she was
tearing suddenly across campus. The thing screamed and the vibrations
hit me right between the legs like a hard kick in my pussy. I mean it
was there, a quivering rumble between my wide spread thighs and my
juices were flowing, I swear. My nipples were hard as ever and they
ached as I pressed them against Loren. The wind blew my hair all over,
it tried to blow my t-shirt up my body and I shivered not with cold,
but with raw pleasure.

That was the most fun I'd ever had, riding Loren's motorcycle and I
was exhilarated and terrified and breathless by the time we got where
we were going, a restaurant all the way out by Chaska. It had been an
insane thirty minute ride, weaving through traffic and going God only
knew how fast. A hundred miles an hour at least, more than that in
places where the traffic had opened up enough for Loren to let it rip.
I thought I was gonna die ten times and I'd never felt so alive in my
life.

"Oh my God!" I breathed, getting off the thing on rubbery legs,
feeling tense and almost hung over.

"Good, huh?" Loren giggled and I just nodded and then she was taking
me in her arms, right there in the parking lot of this busy
restaurant.

Loren kissed me hard, giving me her tongue once more and I surrendered
to her completely. She could have done anything to me just then and
I'd have thanked her for it. I nursed on the woman's tongue like a
baby, my brown fingers in her blonde hair while Loren's hand found my
ass, pulling me tight to her body. She squeezed me for a good two
minutes at least before letting me go and I just smiled and licked my
lips, wondering what I was doing.

"Come on," Loren took my hand. "Let's go eat something, I'm starving."

"Yeah," I said dumbly, following her into the restaurant.

I had to go to the ladies room first thing. I was a mess. I looked
like I'd just come out of a hurricane or something and my hair was all
over, kinked up like I was trying to get a big Afro going, but my hair
is pretty straight so it just looked...Ugh! I fixed it though and my
face, reapplying my makeup and taking my time, the way I would if it
was a real date with a real boy. I was making Loren wait and I smiled
at myself in the mirror.

"I should have warned you," Loren smiled at me as I sat down. "Have to
put your hair in a ponytail next time."

"Yeah, or something," I giggled and looked around nervously, feeling
so strange sitting there dressed like I was with a girl who looked
like a boy.

"Shoulda brought a jacket too," Loren said.

"I wasn't cold," I said and then I realized she was staring at my tits
and my nipples had popped large and there wasn't a thing I could do
about it.

Everyone had to know we were a couple, I realized, and that was a
numbing thought. We were together, this girl and me. A white girl who
just stared at me across the small table, watching and smiling. She
knew the fears I had, or so I believed. Loren understood the doubts
and desires that confused me so completely. She reached over and
touched my hand and I didn't pull away, I let her hold me, rubbing her
thumb across the back of my hand while the waitress took our order and
I was so hot, so turned on by our deliberate disregard for what anyone
else thought.

"This is crazy," I finally said, looking into Loren's eyes for a
second and then looking down. "I'm not...like this."

"Yeah, you are," Loren told me. "You're exactly like this, look at
me."

I lifted my eyes again and blinked rapidly as Loren smiled. She licked
her lips and nodded, taking a deep breath and all of that was making
me happy for some reason. Being looked at by another woman, only that
was enough to give me goosebumps. It was insane.

"You're beautiful, you know that?" Loren asked me, loud enough so
people sitting nearby could hear and they'd been watching us anyway,
staring at me ever since we'd walked in.

"I don't know," I smiled and tried to breathe slowly, calmly.

"Yeah you do," she decided. "Everybody's looking at you."

"I know," I whispered and I shivered slightly.

"You like it too," she said. "Don't you?"

"I don't know, I..." I licked my lips, resisting the urge to glance
around the small restaurant.

"All the guys in here want to fuck you," she grinned at me. "All their
wives hate you because you're so different."

"Uh," I giggled nervously, rubbing my thighs together and Loren kept
stroking my skin with her hand.

"And you're mine," she sighed. "Jesus, I'm falling in love with you."

"You are?" I asked quietly.

"Yeah, you do that," Loren said.

"What?" I bit my bottom lip and kept my eyes on hers.

"You keep doing what you're doing," Loren told me. "You're perfect."

"No I'm not," I smiled shyly. "I'm just...Me."

"Are you my girlfriend yet?" Loren asked and I knew what she was
asking. "Or just my Suzy?"

"I don't know," I swallowed hard.

"That's better than a no," Loren shrugged and laughed lightly. "What's
your major?"

"What?" I blinked at her. "Oh, um, undeclared. I haven't really
decided yet."

"What do you want to be when you grow up then?" Loren asked playfully
and I laughed nervously.

"I don't know," I answered truthfully.

"You wanna be a mommy?"

"What? Yeah," I nodded. "I want kids."

"Me too," she smiled. "Like three would be good."

"You do?" I kind of stared and Loren laughed.

"Not me personally," she said. "But with the right girl, yeah."

"Oh," I was blushing again, as much as a black girl can, my face
darkening and Loren could tell.

"What? You don't think I'd be a good daddy?" she asked and I couldn't
tell if Loren was teasing me or not.

"I don't know," I said. "Um...Maybe."

"Yeah, maybe," Loren agreed. "Look, you stay with me all weekend,
okay? If you want to move out Monday morning, I won't stop you."

"R-Really?" I leaned forward, staring at her.

"I'm not going to have a girlfriend who doesn't want me," Loren
shrugged. "I like the game a lot, but I want more than that too."

"Oh," I cleared my throat and looked away, catching some middle aged
white guy staring at me and he looked down quickly. So did I.

"You do too, don't you?" she asked me and I nodded with a deep breath.

"I think so," I said.

"Your boyfriend? Is he the one?" Loren asked and I was wondering the
same thing. "Are you gonna spend your life with him?"

"I don't know," I said.

"A lot of people want to love you," Loren decided. "Seriously. That's
the easy part. But you have to make up your mind."

"I know," I said and in reality I didn't know anything at all.

Our food arrived about then and we ate in silence mostly, just sharing
looks and smiles. I was frightened by what she'd said and for some
reason the idea that Monday morning I could leave her, that Loren
would just let me go, frightened me. I didn't know how I felt about
that, but part of me didn't want the choice. I wanted to stay with
Loren, or some of me did anyway, but I needed her strength. I needed
her to make the decision for me and let me off the hook. I was weak
and she was strong and I needed her responsibility for my choices.

"Hang on tight," Loren grinned and we were back on her motorcycle,
this time with my hair pulled back and tied into a ponytail. Even so
it was whipping crazily behind us as Loren took us back to the
university as fast as she could go and it was just as much fun as it
had been before.

"God!" I stepped off her motorcycle, shaking and wobbly and gasping
for air.

"Like that, huh?" Loren laughed. "You'll get used to it."

She pulled my t-shirt back into place and I giggled, liking the way
she stood there in front of me. Tall and strong, her blonde hair
tousled by the wind and she looked so carelessly handsome. Not pretty,
not just then, Loren was handsome and I felt a violent attraction for
her. Sexual and overpowering and I kissed her. I had to, standing tip-
toe for a second in my heels and touching my lips to hers for a brief,
electric moment.

"Um," I smiled and Loren's hands were on my waist.

"Nice," she whispered. "Thank you."

"Yeah," I nodded and my heart was thumping.

After the things we'd already done that little kiss was nothing, but
compared to what we'd done...That kiss was everything. I was falling in
love. Against all reason and all rationale, I was falling in love with
a white girl. Rodney had never made me want to kiss him that way.

"Come on. Let's go inside," Loren took my hand in hers and we were
outside the Lambda Pi Greek House.

"Okay," I swallowed hard and I wondered what the girls were going to
think of me now. I was frightened, but only a little and nothing like
I'd have expected myself to be. Loren was with me and it was going to
be okay.

"There they are!" Carol was smiling at us, especially at Loren and
when she saw me the young woman's smile may have faltered, but only
briefly.

"Hi," Loren smiled back, her arm around my waist possessively,
protectively, holding me close.

"Hi, Sister Carol," I said softly and there were two other sorority
sisters there as well, Becky and Denise, and I greeted them as well.

"That's uh, a really interesting look for you," Becky grinned at me,
eyeing my Queer Nation t-shirt.

"Loud and proud, huh?" Denise laughed. "Whatever girl, we're cool."

"We just have to get all the paperwork done," Carol was explaining to
Loren, since she was now an official Pledge and would be until noon
tomorrow.

It was probably the shortest sorority rush in history, I thought, but
having a girl who was already on the US Olympic Soccer Team was a big
deal for the university and now for the Lambda Pi Sorority. I hadn't
really appreciated that until right then, seeing those girls smile and
fawn over Loren like she was a rock star or something. And the girl
was used to the attention, so much so I think Loren barely noticed
really.

She kept me close and nobody said a word about our obvious
relationship. Nobody asked me why I was dressed like I was going to be
in a Fifty Cent video or something. They smiled at me and made small
talk while Loren filled in the blanks and signed her name. Only after
about twenty minutes or so were Becky and Denise able to get me alone
in the kitchen, making the excuse that they wanted a Pledge to help
them fix some ice tea.

"Thanks so much for doing this," Denise told me. "God! I can't believe
we got Loren."

"Sure, yeah," I cleared my throat.

"Are you guys really, um, gay?" Becky asked me. "I mean, I know she
is, everybody does, but I thought you had a boyfriend?"

"Me?" I giggled and looked towards the doorway, wishing I was with
Loren just then.

"You're lesbian, huh?" Denise wondered. "It's cool if you are, you
know. We don't really mind or anything."

"I don't know," I shrugged. "I, uh...I guess...Maybe?"

I laughed nervously and I felt tight all over, with little knots in my
tummy. How was I supposed to answer a question like that? I didn't
even know what I was myself. Was I a lesbian now? I didn't think so,
but I liked Loren a lot. I'd kissed her and wanted to be with her.
Right then, it wasn't Rodney I wanted to hold and protect me from my
doubts it was Loren. I knew it inside me, in my heart. Maybe.

"Well, everybody's gonna think you are now," Becky giggled. "God! You
look hot though."

"I do?" I grinned and Denise rolled her eyes.

"Becky's a little brain damaged," Denise said.

"I am not!" Becky pouted. "It's just...It's cool. You should be
yourself."

"Well," I smiled and looked down at my too small t-shirt and my
obviously hard nipples poking through it. "I'm not sure this is really
me, but..."

"It's all you, Kylie," Denise laughed and she was eyeing my tits too
and that made me burn hot.

"Just don't let anybody give you a hard time," Becky decided. "You and
Loren look good together."

"Even if it is kinda weird," Denise added.

"It's not weird!" Becky shook her head. "Grow up for a change. This is
college, she can do whatever she wants."

"Yeah, yeah," Denise shrugged. "I didn't mean it in a bad way. Come
on, let's get this iced tea finished. Where's the gin?"

"Gin?" I laughed.

"Well, duh!" Becky giggled and she was pulling a fifth of Beefeater's
out of a cupboard. "How do you make it?"

"Um...We use the powder stuff," I said, making a face as Becky poured
half the bottle into the pitcher.

"Well, you're in college now, girlfriend!" Denise grinned at me.
"Glasses are right above your head. Let's have some fun!"

We were in the large family room, or 'Tea Room' as they spontaneously
christened it with a lot of laughing. There were a dozen girls living
at the Greek House, all juniors and seniors, but apparently the only
ones present were Carol, Denise, and Becky. The rest were out already,
having fun with their boyfriends or whatever.

The music was loud and the television on for no reason at all, and
we'd made a lot of Gin Tea. Three large pitchers of the stuff were
sitting on a coffee table and we were sitting around them. Carol made
her excuses early and it was about seven thirty by then. She said she
had to go meet a boy and I thought about Rodney and remembered I was
supposed to be meeting him at eight, but that was a distant thought
and I dreaded the idea of facing him.

What would I say? I didn't know what I was doing or what I was
feeling. Did I even love him? I couldn't know for certain. It was
impossible with Loren right there next to me, sitting close on the
sofa with her right arm behind my back, her fingers stroking my
shoulder and neck, reaching for the swell of my breast as that tiny t-
shirt rode higher and higher with a will of its own.

And the girls, Becky and Denise were talking and laughing, filling our
glasses and I hadn't even finished one. It just kept being refilled
and I tried to sip and drink it slowly, feeling the warmth spreading
through me. I was light headed and giggly and leaning against Loren,
finding comfort there and enjoying the looks we were getting from our
two friends. Was it so obvious that we were in love? I was getting
drunk, I realized, or not that. Just happily buzzed for perhaps the
second or third time in my life. I didn't want to drink anymore, I
just wanted to be there.

"So, I guess you and Kylie are working out okay, huh?" Becky grinned
at one point, watching as Loren's left hand found my long smooth thigh
and the girl was stroking me like a black kitten.

"I don't know," Loren smiled at me and she was slightly pink and
smiling and her eyes were so blue, so beautiful to me right then. "Are
we?"

I didn't even answer, I just leaned into Loren and found her mouth
open and willing for my tongue and I imagined I was going to cum right
then. I have no idea how or why, but kissing Loren like that, feeling
her hand moving up my leg to cup my sex through those shorts while we
made out...I was humping her fingers, I swear, in front of three
sorority girls. Loren didn't even blink either; she was all over me
like she'd been waiting for it. Expecting it even.

"Wow...Go for it!" Denise laughed.

"Seriously," Becky was clapping her hands while we made out, Frenching
long and deep until I had to gasp for air.

"Dance for us," Loren breathed, pushing me up.

"What?" I laughed and licked my lips.

"Yeah! Dance Pledge!" Denise laughed and she reached for the pitchers
and glasses on the low coffee table between us.

"Up here!" Becky agreed. "On the table, Pledge!"

"No! I can't do that!" I gasped and giggled and looked around, but
Loren was pushing me with both hands now.

"Do it! Strip tease!" Loren grinned at me. "Don't say no! You know
what I'll do!"

"Oh God!" I groaned and my heart thumped wildly.

"What will you do?" Denise wondered and Becky was already going for
the stereo, changing the music.

"Tell her," Loren told me as I stood there, wondering if I could
really do this and taking another drink of that awful tea.

"Um..." I laughed and burned and bit my lip. "She'll spank me."

"Spank you?" Denise stared at me with a big smile on her pretty face
and then laughed. "That's so cool!"

"Here!" Becky said. "Get on the table, Pledge! This ain't a game!
Dance!"

I couldn't believe I was doing this, but I was. Somehow. I found
myself standing on that coffee table barefoot, in those small shorts
and t-shirt, slowly trying to dance to the strains of that old Nine
Inch Nails song, "Closer, and it was pretty insane.

"Come on! What's that?" Denise laughed. "We want a real dance!"

"Strip tease!" Becky nodded and she'd sat back down, the three girls
arranged around me and looking up.

"Some bump and grind, baby!" Loren was nodding and watching every move
I made and I liked that a lot.

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." I made a face and I'd never tried to
dance like that in my life.

I did it though, laughing and smiling despite the humiliation, but
even that was fading as the three girls clapped and cheered and urged
me on. It was just good fun, I thought. We were all girls and it was
no big deal, just getting a little crazy at college and what could be
wrong with that?

Except I was rubbing my body all over, sliding my hands along my legs
as I bent my knees and thrust out my pelvis. I pushed and pulled at my
hips and shoulders, doing my best to undulate and be sexy for those
girls, those young white women who stared at me. Loren's face was
filled with lust, I thought, or love. A mixture of the two and there
was something else, pride maybe? A genuine pleasure that I belonged to
her, at least for the moment. I couldn't get enough of her gaze and
the other two, Becky and Denise, I didn't know what they thought of
me. They laughed and hooted and whistled, urging me to take something
off.

I unbuttoned my shorts, unsnapping them and dropping the zipper while
I rocked my crotch suggestively. I left them up, but loose now and
falling down enough to expose my thong underneath. I put my hands
between my legs, my palms against the insides of my thighs and
squatted low and then bent over at the waist, straightening my legs
and bringing my round ass up high for Denise who was right behind me.
Becky got my tits almost in her face as the girl leaned forward. My
heavy breasts hanging beneath me and barely contained by my t-shirt.

Soon my shorts were coming down and then I kicked them off, dancing in
my thong and t-shirt and showing off my black body for those white
girls. I was hot and damp with sweat and more than that, my pussy had
grown moist and I was only slightly surprised to realize how turned on
I was getting. I danced the best I could, presenting myself to all of
them, and especially Loren. I started getting nasty at their
suggestions, doing things I could never have imagined.

I pulled my thong tight against my ass and pussy, enough so that the
thin material split my swollen labia and they were exposed on either
side of it. The thong disappeared briefly between my dark folds and a
bit of pink was clearly visible while I was grinding myself like a
wanton slut on an invisible cock. My clitoris thrummed with excitement
and my nipples were popping hot and cold and soon enough I had my t-
shirt off, drawing cheers and longing looks as those girls took in my
chocolate breasts and long dark nipples.

"Fuck this..." Loren finally said and she was unbuttoning her jeans,
pulling them down her legs while I gasped and giggled and stared at
the girl.

"Oh shit!" Becky laughed and Denise was pouring more tea into every
glass she could find.

"What the hell is that?" Denise grinned at Loren and we were all
staring at the woman's dildo as she worked her hand up and down the
length of it.

"What's it look like?" Loren chuckled. "My cock!"

Loren was undressed from the waist down and she sat on the sofa with
her legs spread, jerking off while she watched me. I stared at her
cock and imagined her cunt beneath it. I thought I could smell the
woman's arousal on the air. She was wet and hot and inviting and I
danced just for her, sliding my own hand inside my thong to finger my
pussy.

"Yeah, me too!" Becky decided and with that she was undressing as
well, unzipping the long skirt she wore and stepping out of it. "Do
it, Denise!"

"Fuck it!" the other girl laughed drunkenly and Denise wore a pair of
cut-offs, but not for long. She unbuttoned her shorts and worked them
down her long legs quickly.

All three of the girls were soon stroking their pussies eagerly, Loren
with that dildo in her hand, but obviously working the base of it
against her sex, and this had to be crazy. I'd heard of girls playing
around before, from my friends in high school, the whispered giggling
recollections of teen exploration. Friends touching each other, or
more often just watching each other masturbate, but I'd never done it.
This was a first for me, this casual happy event. Four girls getting
drunk and jilling off shamelessly, smiling at each other and laughing.
We were all hot, all of us flushed with color. The white girls turning
pink and sweet and they were all beautiful to me. Especially Loren.

Becky's pussy was saved clean and her lips were pale brown as she
fingered herself eagerly. She liked it hard and deep, thrusting her
fingers inside her cunt over and over while I danced just for her. We
stared at each other, at our cunts and hands and my thong had come off
although I didn't remember when or how. I fucked myself in time with
her and it was incredible how thrilling that truly was.

Denise had a blonde pussy, golden and soft and long, but narrow. Her
lips were thin and barely exposed, like her small clit that rose from
the top in a pink sheath of soft skin. She just rubbed herself on the
outside, working her flesh around with the pads of her fingers. Denise
panted and her tongue teased me between her lips and I wanted to kiss
her, but I didn't. I just offered her my pussy, standing on the table
and spreading my legs, sliding my fingers up and down my slit so she
could see the soft pink insides all juicy just for her.

And Loren was only waiting for me and by the time I'd finished my
teasing with Becky and Denise, my new girlfriend was ready for
something more than just watching me. I was dancing in front of her,
holding my breasts in my hands, pinching my swollen nipples through my
fingers while I worked my hips and pussy just for Loren. I was so wet
by then, so completely aroused by what I was doing. I was lost and not
myself at all, possessed it seemed and intoxicated not with the
alcohol I'd been drinking, but just the unexpected rush of exposing
myself so completely to these other women.

"Down here..." Loren breathed and I could barely hear her voice beneath
the music, but the look was unmistakable.

She slapped her thigh lightly and held out her hand so that I stepped
off the table and quickly knelt between Loren's spread thighs. I
kissed her skin immediately, her incredible legs while that cock
jutted hard and erect in front of my face. I was moaning as if I were
the one being touched and licked. I felt her fingers in my hair,
moving my mouth closer to her cock and urging me to open up for it. I
slipped my tongue between my lips and took a tentative lick along the
underside and it tasted like nothing at all really, but the idea of
what I was doing filled me with a rush of adrenaline.

"Open your mouth, that's it...Love my cock, baby...Get it all wet for
you," Loren breathed.

"Suck it!" Becky was urging me, laughing like Denise was, both girls
fondling their pussies while I took the head of Loren's cock into my
mouth.

"Yeah, suck that dick, Kylie!" Denise said. "Suck it, Pledge!"

I didn't know what I was doing, but it hardly mattered. I was just
sliding my lips up and down the shat, taking as much of Loren's cock
as I could. If it went too far I'd choke and gag softly and then I'd
try again. My mouth was filling with spit and most of it leaked from
the corners of my mouth. Loren's cock quickly became wet and slippery,
glistening as she watched me giving her a blowjob.

"I'm going to fuck you with my cock," Loren promised me. "You want
that? Want me to pop that cherry, Suzy?"

"Mmphhh..." I shuddered at the breathless tone of her voice and I didn't
know what I wanted.

Loren held my head with her fingers in my hair, pulling me down harder
and faster, hunching her pelvis up so that her cock was filling my
mouth completely. I felt bruised and gagged on it, but that didn't
stop either of us. I had my hands on her legs, stroking her thighs and
feeling the woman so strong and powerful. She was in control and I was
helpless and that was all that mattered to me right then. I wanted her
to cum and I wished Loren's cock was real and her balls were full of
hot sperm that I could swallow hungrily when she came.

"Over here...Fuck!" Loren was pushing me off and I felt momentarily
confused when she stood up.

"Oh!" I gasped and drooled saliva from my swollen lips as the woman
pulled me towards Denise, pushing my face between the girl's thighs.

"Yeah, eat me!" Denise said, panting and laughing and just as overcome
with lust as Loren was. As I was.

The girl's hands replaced Loren's and she clutched my face to her
pussy, thrusting against my lips and tongue with her hips. I didn't
hesitate or resist, but surrendered completely as I worked my tongue
between her thin pink labia, sucking that pussy for all I was worth
and tasting the sweet tang of her juices. Denise was soaked and even
as I explored the soft contours of her sex, she was cumming, grinding
her cunt against my mouth wildly.

Behind me someone, Loren, had pushed the coffee table out of the way
and now pressed her mouth against my asshole and cunt. She ate me like
a starving woman, digging into my flesh with her long tongue and
spreading my black ass wide with her fingers and thumbs. I moaned and
cried out with pleasure, spreading my legs as much as I could, arching
my back and giving Loren all the access to my horny cunt as she
wanted. I'd never had my pussy licked before, not once in my life and
the sensations were totally unreasonable to my feverish brain.

I was cumming, just that quick. My body seeming to twist and knot
around a singular point of intense pleasure deep between my thighs. I
had a mouthful of Denise's cum, sharp and oily and curling my tongue
with a riot of flavor. I was swallowing the girl and fucking myself
against the wriggling, untamed penetration of Loren's tongue. It was
long and stiff and licking inside me, caressing the thin barrier of my
virginity, I imagined. She was trying to break me I though, perhaps
unreasonably, and take my cherry with her mouth. It was insane and the
orgasm I was having wouldn't stop. It just rolled through me in waves,
rising and falling like my heaving breasts in Loren's hands as she
cupped them.

After some indefinite time, minutes or hours I had no idea," Loren was
bringing me to Becky and the girl was excited and impatient for my
attentions. I'd drank Denise and her orgasm, sucked her pussy
desperately, and now I was doing Becky as well. Loren continued to
love me all the while, her mouth moving from my burning cunt to my
asshole and that was another unexpected pleasure. She washed my anus
with her tongue, licking and kissing and sucking at the soft pucker as
she worked to relax my muscles completely.

I was sucking Becky's clit, which was large and pink and hard like a
tiny cock. I had it between my pursed lips and I could feel the tip of
it beneath my tongue as I flicked the nub of sensation flesh rapidly.
I was steaming hot, damp with sweat and barely able to draw breath
into my lungs. Becky was going to cum quickly for me and as her
clitoris grew more sensitive she pushed my face down, my mouth finding
the entrance to her cunt and I began to suck and chew her labia,
drawing the girl's sex into my mouth as if I would eat her whole. She
was so soft, so sweet like a little girl, that hairless cunt was
beautiful and I gorged myself on it like a starving whore.

And that tongue! Loren's muscle squirming into my asshole finally,
slipping past my reluctant anus and into my rectum was like nothing
I'd ever felt before. It was messy, nasty sex and she was making love
to my asshole, tongue fucking me while her hands roamed my back and
thighs. I reached back with my hand, needing to feel some pressure on
my clit as another orgasm threatened my sanity. I rubbed myself hard,
my fingers moving in small circles over my throbbing clit while Loren
tried to feed more of her tongue to my hungry ass.

Becky came violently and clamped her creamy thighs to my dark cheeks,
trapping my open mouth over her quivering cunt. I could feel the soft
walls around my tongue as I pushed it inside the girl, not nearly so
deeply as I wanted, but enough to enjoy the sensations of her pussy
contracting with pleasure. More juices spilled out of her, thin and
not so tangy as Denise, but delicious and intoxicating and I was
lapping at the girl's fuck juices happily. I was loving this, every
second of it was the happiest moment of my life. I couldn't remember
doing anything else or imagine a future in which I was sucking a
girl's cunt. All other thoughts had deserted me and this was an evil,
carnal seduction that left me desperate for more.

If it sounds like a dream, it's because that's very much how it seemed
to me later. I'd brought Becky off several times and had my own
orgasms with her, quivering beneath Loren's tongue and hands. Now we
were upstairs in the shower, just Loren and I, and I was coming down
slowly from that delirious episode. The sweat and girl cum was washing
away with the hot water and Loren washed me gently, kissing my body
and whispering soft words of love, but I couldn't hear her.

I felt guilt and shame and I didn't understand how I'd done those
things or why. I wasn't a lesbian, was I? I must be, I decided. I'd
enjoyed it and now, half an hour later, I didn't want to. That was
silly and stupid of me, to deny what I felt and pretend I was
something else. I'd had sex with all of them, three girls now. Becky
and Denise weren't lesbians, they weren't even bisexual, or so they
said, but they'd let me suck their cunts and drink their girlish cum.
Loren had made love to me, not with her dildo, but with her mouth and
made me cum a half dozen times probably.

Rodney had never made me feel that way. I'd never even seen his cock,
let alone touch or kiss it. He'd never played with my pussy. We'd
kissed sometimes, made out like teenagers do, and I'd let him feel my
tits. I was a good girl, a virgin and innocent. I'd frustrated him so
often, telling the boy no and he'd respected me. Rodney loved me and
hadn't pushed or forced me to do anything.

But that was exactly what I wanted. It was what I needed, to be pushed
and pulled and dominated by someone stronger than myself. Loren had me
now, she'd found the key whether by intent or accident, it didn't
matter. The woman had unlocked me and she wasn't going to let me go. I
knew that. She'd tell me I was free, that she wouldn't hold me against
my will, but what will did I have when all she had to do was look at
me? I could deny her nothing so long as she was willing to challenge
my refusal. I would yield and submit myself and revel in my guilt and
humiliation, just as I was then.

There was nothing to understand. I knew exactly what I was feeling and
why; I just didn't want to admit it. I was always a coward, even now
when the truth was staring me in the eyes and I was free to accept my
choice. Loren stood behind me, with her small boyish tits against my
back and her thick bush rubbing my ass. Her arms were around me, my
tits in her hands while her thumbs played over my swollen nipples. She
was kissing my neck and ear, drawing my mouth to hers as I turned my
head.

"See?" she whispered. "I told you I was gonna fall in love with you."

"Ummm..." I sighed and almost said the words, but then she was kissing
me and I opened for her tongue. I reached back with my arms behind me
to feel her hard body. I clutched at her wet skin and narrow hips,
wanting to hold her even as the girl held me. I was so lost, giving
into her completely and Loren knew it. How could she not? My desire
was radiating from my pores.

Before our shower was done I went to my knees for her, bringing my
mouth to Loren's pussy once again. I licked her slowly, lovingly while
she stood there watching. I kissed the swell of her mound and the
insides of her thighs. I kissed her clitoris and then her hole. I
worshiped the girl, demonstrating the adoration I felt for her. She
was my Mistress and I was her slave and how my life could change so
completely in the span of one evening I had no idea.

The party was in full swing downstairs, a number of the sorority
members and pledges arriving while Loren and I were in the shower.
Becky and Denise had cleaned themselves up and promptly gone back to
making more Gin Tea. They hadn't said anything about what we'd done,
but I could sense their apprehension and I understood that they'd
rather nobody knew about our little lesbian orgy. Loren didn't care
who knew about us, obviously and we walked down the stairs hand in
hand.

"Loren! I want to meet..." and so it went. It wasn't a lot of people,
about a dozen girls, but more were coming in every five minutes and
someone pushed a drink in my hand. A margarita that was too salty for
me, but I just wanted the alcohol.

"Yeah, this is my girlfriend, Kylie," Loren was smiling, introducing
me to someone else and not shy at all with her hand around my waist.

I knew most of the people there, but only by sight really and so I was
being introduced on and off as Loren's girlfriend. I was quite a sight
myself, once again in that baby blue half-T that told everyone I was
proud to be queer. I was the only black girl there as well and so I
got a lot of attention anyway, just as Loren did being a minor
celebrity like she was. We made quite the pair and given my natural
inclination to privacy, it was difficult being the center of so much
attention. Everyone had to say hello and be our friend, or so it
seemed and that margarita went down quickly.

"...I think it's really cool you guys are out like this," some girl was
saying and Loren rolled her eyes at me just to see my smile.

"You want to get out of here?" she asked and I nodded.

"Please," I whispered with a giggle.

"Me too," Loren grinned. "Come on, we'll hit that frat kegger and see
if it's any good."

"The frat kegger?" I laughed and the tequila was making me giggly.

"...so maybe we could get together sometime and hang out," the girl,
whose name I didn't catch was still talking to Loren.

"Yeah, sure," Loren said. "We can listen to some old Indigo Girls or
something. Melissa Ethridge maybe."

"What?" The girl smiled uncertainly.

"Indigo Girls?" I looked at Loren. "Who are they?"

"What?" Loren laughed at me. "They're the like the lesbian Simon and
Garfunkle!"

"I used to like Tatu a lot," the girl offered, but we were ignoring
her.

"Really?" I laughed too and Loren shook her head.

"Oh yeah," Loren said, pulling me towards the door. "Come on, we
really gotta go. That girl needs a daddy."

"A daddy?" I asked.

"A dyke daddy, yeah," Loren said, leading me outside and it was a lot
cooler now that night had fallen. Definitely autumn and I shivered at
the unexpected breeze.

"Oh," I nodded. "Is that what you are? My dyke daddy?"

"Yeah," Loren smiled at me. "I'll be your daddy. I shoulda stole a
jacket for you, be right back..."

"No," I grabbed her hand as Loren turned around. "I'm okay, it's not
that cold."

"You sure?" she asked and I had little doubt the girl was serious
about stealing someone's jacket.

"Yeah," I reassured her. "Let's just walk, okay? I'm kinda buzzed."

"Me too," she chuckled. "We can just go back to the dorm if you want."

"I thought I was your slave," I giggled.

"My pussy slave, yeah," she grinned at me, sliding her right arm
around my waist and I didn't mind that at all. "That doesn't mean all
the time though."

"It doesn't?" I looked at her, feeling our hips rubbing as we walked
and her fingers pressing into my soft brown skin.

"No," Loren shook her head. "Only when it feels right."

"What if, um..." I licked my lips and caught Loren's eyes with mine.
"What if it feels right all the time?"

"Does it?" she asked me softly and I shrugged and then nodded.

"I think so," I whispered.

"What about your boyfriend?" she asked me.

"I don't know," I said truthfully. "I don't know what I'm doing."

"Is it complicated?" Loren wondered and I wasn't sure what she meant.

"Complicated...How?" I asked her.

"I don't know, just...complicated," she laughed lightly. "I mean, what
are you thinking? Is it like flipping a coin, him or me?"

"No!" I jerked slightly and stared at her.

"I'm just wondering, you know?" Loren was looking back at me. "I
didn't really plan on this."

"On what?"

"On falling in love with you," she said. "I just wanted some fun,
that's all. But..."

"Yeah," I agreed.

"Yeah?" Loren grinned at me. "What's that mean?"

"Um..." I giggled nervously and shrugged. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Loren asked. "Or you're scared to tell me?"

"Uh...yeah," I bit my bottom lip. I was scared to tell myself too.

"Heh," she sighed and slid her hand up to my ribs, under my arm and
pulled me against her so that the swell of my breast was rubbing hers.

"You always knew, right?" I asked. "That you're gay?"

"Yeah," she nodded. "I was, oh...I was twelve when I got my period. It
really pissed me off."

"Why?"

"Cause until then I could tell myself I wasn't really a girl," Loren
told me. "I mean, I knew I was, but I dressed like a boy, played boy
games. I just had to ignore my pussy and it was okay, but then I hit
puberty and...I was a girl all of a sudden. It was like hitting a brick
wall."

"You don't want to be a girl?" I asked her.

"If I had a choice?" she laughed. "I'd rather be a man, but I'm not
going to get an operation or anything. I'm not that weird, I just have
the feelings. I wish I had the body to go with them."

"I like being a girl," I said.

"Good," Loren smile. "I think you make a pretty great girl."

"You're a pretty great boy," I decided. "Seriously."

"Thanks," she smiled.

"But I think I'm glad you're a girl too," I said. "I mean, um...I don't
know."

"You like my pussy, don't you?" Loren said and she was teasing me and
I felt myself warming nicely. I wasn't cold anymore.

"Yeah," I smiled self-consciously and my voice was soft. "I think I
love it."

"Oh!" she said, chuckling and her fingers were playing with my tit as
that t-shirt barely covered it. "You're coming out quick, huh? Been a
lesbian your whole life and you never knew it."

"I don't know about that," I said with a giggle.

"Are you sure?" Loren wondered and I didn't say anything, we just
walked close together and I didn't even care who might see us.

"I was supposed to see Rodney tonight," I sighed. "He was going to
pick me up."

"Are you sad you didn't?" Loren asked me.

"Sad?" I narrowed my eyes. "No. I'm just worried. I don't know what
I'm supposed to say to him. How I'm going to explain...This."

"You mean us?" Loren smiled and I nodded.

"Yeah, us," I agreed. "Hey, guess what, Rodney? I'm really a lesbian.
Surprise."

"Yeah? Does that mean you've decided?" Loren stopped walking and
turned me to face her.

She had her hands on my hips and I looked up at her, wishing it wasn't
so dark and perhaps glad that it was. My own arms went around Loren's
neck, all by themselves it seemed. I didn't even have to think about
it and that was the sum of it right there. I'd made my decision, yeah,
and now I just had to find a way to live with it. How could I wake up
one person and go to bed someone else? That was the only real question
in my head.

"You can call me Kylie now," I told Loren seriously. "I'm not going to
leave you Monday morning."

"What about your boyfriend?" she asked me and if the woman was
pleased, or surprised by my decision, Loren didn't show it. She was as
serious as I was and that pleased me more than I might have expected.

"You're my boyfriend," I said. "Right?"

"Yeah," Loren nodded. "I'm your boyfriend Kylie."

She kissed me again and it seemed like we'd been doing that all day,
but I couldn't remember any of the other ones. This was new and better
and Loren was kissing Kylie now. I was her girlfriend and I ached to
tell the girl I loved her but I couldn't. Not yet. I'd told Rodney a
hundred times that I loved him and every one of them was a lie. I knew
it as surely as the sun would rise and it was sad. It hurt me inside
to admit that because I'd lied to myself as much as to him. I'd lived
the lie and now it was gone and I wondered how then I could judge the
truth if I'd never known it before?

We could hear the party before we could see it. The mixer that the Phi
Beta Kappa fraternity was throwing. I wasn't sure I was up for another
party, but it wasn't terribly late anyway. Loren wanted to go just so
she could "show me off" as she liked to put it. That was a warm
thought, exciting and somewhat embarrassing, but I'd already figured
out that humiliation was a big button for me. Loren knew it too and
that was the difference between her Rodney, one of them at least,
Loren had no qualms when it came to pushing my buttons.

"That's Rodney's car," I said, my feet stopping short on the sidewalk.

"Is it?" Loren stopped as well, since she was holding me. We were both
looking at the cream colored 320i, an old BMW that Rodney had gotten
from his dad after graduating high school.

"Is he in there?" I felt my heart aching and my tummy felt seasick or
something, I was suddenly very nervous. Very afraid.

"Looks like it," Loren agreed. "He's just sitting there."

We were looking through the rear window from several dozen feet away,
but we could see the shadowy form of someone in the driver's seat. It
had to be Rodney, but he wasn't moving, wasn't doing anything. Just
sitting there and it made the moment even worse somehow because I
imagined he was wondering where I was, why I'd stood him up for our
date.

"You think he's waiting for me?" I wondered and I hated standing
there, like any second Rodney would catch us in the mirror.

"Waiting?" Loren held me even tighter and I wanted to run, being the
coward I am.

"Looking for me," I whispered. "Staking out the party or something."

"You're pretty paranoid," Loren chuckled, but she knew it wasn't
funny. When Rodney found out about us, he was going to be pretty mad,
like anyone would be.

"I don't want to tell him here," I said. "Like this, okay?"

"Yeah," Loren nodded. "Come on. We'll go home."

"Okay," I let out a sigh of relief and then my breath caught in my
throat.

"Oh!" Loren said and smiled, but at least she didn't laugh as we
realized someone else was in the car with Rodney.

Another person appeared, a silhouette as they were illuminated by the
light coming through the windshield. It appeared to be a girl,
although I suppose she didn't have to be, but I thought so and it was
obvious what she'd been doing. The way she sat up, lifting her head
from Rodney's lap, the way my ex-boyfriend seemed to be stroking her
hair, turned to look at her while she wiped her mouth with something.
Some girl had been sucking Rodney's cock right there in his car,
parked on the street.

I didn't know how to feel about that.

Mad, yeah. I was feeling very angry. It just ignited all of a sudden
inside me. He was cheating on me? Never mind that I'd been cheating on
him, that I'd already broken up with the man in my heart and in my
head. Rodney didn't know that yet. What right did he have to cheat on
me? How long had this been going on? Had he been fucking around on me
for years? Or was it just strange coincidence that tonight was the
first for him...For both of us?

This was hardly rational thinking and Loren was already pulling me
along, away from the scene of the crime. I was resisting though,
somewhat. I really wanted to see the girl and find out who Rodney
would trade me for. I wanted to slap her face and then walk away and
never see either of them again. That's what I wanted. To tell Rodney
it was over and blame him for it. How convenient was that? I could put
it all on his head and walk away the victim, the injured party in our
little tragedy. I'd be free to love Loren all I wanted then and Rodney
couldn't lift a finger to object, not after what he'd done.

"Don't..." Loren warned me, but I'd twisted and slipped away from her.
"Kylie, let's go home."

"Wait," I breathed and this was so stupid, so childish. Loren knew
better, but she was objective about it, apart from what was happening.
I was right in the middle, and like all spoiled little girls I was
living in the moment.

I ran up to the car and this wasn't me at all, but maybe it was. All
the stress coming out perhaps, the emotional strain making me a little
crazy. Whatever it was, I wasn't thinking clearly and I was opening
the driver's side door before I really understood what I was looking
at.

"Kylie?" Rodney's eyes got big and he froze like the proverbial deer
in the headlights.

"Oh shit," Carol wasn't moving either and her left hand was wrapped
around Rodney's big black cock.

Rodney's manhood was wet and stiff and I vaguely realized that this
was the first time I'd ever seen it. Carol's blouse was open, her
milky tits hanging out and she had some love bites around her nipples,
fresh ones. Her thighs were wet and spread invitingly, no panties that
I could see, just Rodney's long black fingers covering the bitch's
cunt. They'd been doing all kinds of stuff together, I thought. All
the stuff I'd never let Rodney do with me, this white girl was giving
him. My friend too. Sister Carol, my sponsor at the sorority, the girl
who'd set me up with Loren. What a great joke this was.

"Carol...Huh," I was more numb than anything and Loren hadn't left me.

She took my hand and started pulling me away. Nobody said anything
else. Rodney didn't get out of the car, he didn't come after me and
try to explain, or demand the explanation he might have deserved. It
was like we all just agreed to be quiet and let the world turn, or
more likely we were all just too stupid to think of anything clever.
All I could wonder was whether or not Carol had been fucking my
boyfriend before she'd introduced me to Loren. I was much too
paranoid.

"Do you think he was fucking her before?" I asked when we were in our
dorm room. Neither Loren nor I had spoken on the short walk home.

"Do you care?" Loren asked me and she was my boyfriend, so obviously
Loren didn't want to hear me pining for Rodney.

"He said he loved me," I frowned, pulling the t-shirt over my head.

"Boys will say anything," Loren shrugged, half-laying on her bed,
still clothed and watching me.

"You're sort of a boy, right?" I looked at her. "Will you say anything
to fuck me?"

"Kylie," Loren frowned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

"Yeah, you did," I sighed, unsnapping my shorts.

"Well, maybe I did," she smiled. "This afternoon, yeah."

"This afternoon what?" I asked, letting the shorts fall down my legs
and then lifting them with my right foot behind me.

"I would have said anything," Loren agreed watching me fold the shorts
quickly. "But not now. Not anymore."

"I was cheating on him," I shook my head. "And he's cheating on me."

"Come here," Loren held out her hand.

"You want my body?" I asked her, pulling that red thong off and
kicking it away.

"I want you," she said.

"You don't even know me," I looked down at myself. "All you want is
this."

"You want me to tell you I love you for your mind?" Loren asked.

"I don't want you to say it at all," I decided. "Rodney was my
boyfriend since I was sixteen. Who are you?"

"Back to being Suzy again, huh?" Loren frowned and I just shrugged,
feeling full of self-pity.

"I guess so," I said and I was daring her to do something about it.
Pushing for something I needed without truly understanding why.

"I'll tell you who I am," Loren told me and she was off the bed quick,
surprising me with a hard, stinging slap to the cheek.

"Ow!" I blinked at the wetness filling my big brown eyes and I touched
my fingers to my injured face.

"Get your ass over here, Suzy!" Loren had given me a second to think
about that slap, but that was all.

She pushed me onto her bed, face down with her fingers in my hair,
shoving my face into her pillow as if she wanted to smother me. I was
just beginning to struggle, to kick my legs, flail my arms and try and
reach her, when Loren sat on my thighs. She straddled me, using her
weight to hold my body down and the girl was twice as strong as I was
physically. Emotionally too and now she was going to be strong enough
for both of us.

"Loren...No! Please..." I was crying, trying to grab her, but not really
fighting. It wasn't anger I felt, but frustration and only with
myself.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

"Shut-up, Suzy!" Loren breathed and she was slapping my ass hard with
her hand, spanking me again.

"Ohhh Ah! Ow...Loren! Ah!" I was gasping and lifting my head while
Loren's other hand pressed down on my back, keeping me still while she
continued to spank my burning black ass.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

"You're a selfish little bitch, Suzy," Loren told me. "Feeling sorry
for yourself because you don't know what love is."

"Ahhh...I'm sorry! Loren...Stop...Ow fuck!" I wriggled and writhed and
begged her with my tear stained eyes to let me go.

SLAP!! SLAP!! SLAP!!

"This is love, Suzy," Loren was smiling and breathing hard and her
hand must have been stinging, but she didn't stop. "This is what I
love about you!"

"Wha-What? Oh! No...Ah!" I gasped as Loren brought her hand to my pussy
suddenly, finding my sex hot and wet, soaked with desire now.

I'd been getting off on this, all of it and I was shamed to know that
Loren had known all along how I'd respond. She massaged my pussy
roughly, working her fingers over my cunt and pinching whatever she
could between her fingers. She was tugging at my greasy lips and
pulling them this way and that to expose the pink interior. My vulva
was swollen and my legs spread as wide as I could get them just for
her. I was moaning and digging my fingernails into the sheets, biting
the pillow and crying out as Loren made me cum in her hand.

The girl brought me off so quickly, so easily and I was helpless to do
anything but shiver and grind my cunt against her touch. The spanking
had done it, the way Loren had forced me down. The way the girl had
punished me, whether I'd really deserved it or not, part of me thought
so. I'd needed that spanking and for all my useless resistance, I'd
been embracing it all along.

Loren was moving, taking off her clothes while I lay on my tummy,
reeling with the pleasure and dragging cool air into my lungs. I felt
weak and giggly and I smiled as I watched Loren from the corner of my
eye. That white girl who wanted to be a boy and she was still wearing
that dildo and I licked my lips as it stood stiffly out from her pale
body. She was naked but for that cock and climbing back onto the bed
now, spreading her legs outside mine. I could feel the cool firmness
of that phallus sliding lengthwise between the cheeks of my ass. Loren
was lying fully upon me with her nipples burning into my back and her
mouth on my neck and cheek and finally my lips as I sought her kiss.

She rode me slowly, just humping against my ass to work her cock back
and forth between us. I sucked her tongue and Rodney was going away.
There was just Loren and the doubts I'd had earlier didn't seem to
matter anymore. I just wanted her to cover me like that, to hold me
forever and there was a clarity there that I couldn't find anyplace
else. This was love, I decided and not for the first time that long
day. I wondered how many times I'd have to rediscover those feelings
before I believed they were real. Before they would remain with me
every waking moment.

"Are you going to put it inside me?" I whispered not knowing if I was
asking for the right reasons or not.

"No," Loren kissed my cheek.

"Why?" I turned my head as far as I could, searching her face because
I hadn't expected a refusal, not from Loren.

We were moving together in an unceasing symphony of love. My body
burned beneath her and Loren was hunching her hips with some urgency
now, working her cock along my ass. I could feel her legs taut and the
muscles beneath her soft skin flexing. She wanted me. I could feel it
electric between us. Loren wanted to take my virginity and love me and
make me hers forever and I was offering myself.

"Because Suzy isn't the girl I love," Loren told me. "And Kylie
doesn't love me."

She kissed me deeply and I struggled to move my body, to bring my
virginity to Loren's thrusts, but she defied me, holding me tightly
and content to ride the blistered cheeks of my ass. I moaned with
frustration as much as pleasure, filling Loren's mouth with my
desperation and still she refused. I was ripe for another orgasm and
reaching for it with my heart, aching to climax with Loren's cock
tearing through the child I'd been too long.

That was my reason, my rationale - that I was clinging to my innocence
when what I needed was freedom. It was a heated argument, illogical
and confused in its symbolism, but it was all I had. That and Loren's
love, the promise in her lips and eyes and hands. I had to give myself
to her because she loved me too much to for anything else and I
understood finally what we were both waiting for.

"No..." I breathed, closing my eyes and pressing my lips to hers, "I'm
Kylie and I've always loved you."



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