Message-ID: <57926asstr$1216390203@assm.asstr-mirror.org> X-Original-To: ckought69@hotmail.com Delivered-To: ckought69@hotmail.com X-Original-Path: h1g2000prh.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: rache <rache696@yahoo.com> X-Original-Message-ID: <c3902f7d-2c8b-4254-8c2a-d6de725536f2@h1g2000prh.googlegroups.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable NNTP-Posting-Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 05:04:01 +0000 (UTC) Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: h1g2000prh.googlegroups.com; posting-host=222.127.245.29; posting-account=JabuVAoAAACpzQZHTRyS7ub3Un5mIVxy User-Agent: G2/1.0 X-HTTP-UserAgent: Mozilla/4.0 (compatible; MSIE 7.0; Windows NT 5.1; .NET CLR 1.0.3705; .NET CLR 1.1.4322; Media Center PC 4.0; .NET CLR 2.0.50727; MEGAUPLOAD 2.0),gzip(gfe),gzip(gfe) X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Thu, 17 Jul 2008 22:03:57 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} Loren by Rachael Ross (F/F, Les, Rom, Femdom, First. Oral, Anal, Toys, Spank, Inter, Reluct) Lines: 3141 Date: Fri, 18 Jul 2008 10:10:03 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: <assm@asstr-mirror.org> Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: <URL:http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/Year2008/57926> X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Story-Submission: <ckought69@hotmail.com> X-Moderator-ID: RuiJorge, dennyw 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! =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 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 naïve 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 naïve 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." =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= end rache696@yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: <ckought69@hotmail.com>| | FAQ: <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org/faq.html> Moderators: <story-ckought69@hotmail.com> | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at <http://assm.asstr-mirror.org> Hosted by <http://www.asstr-mirror.org> | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+