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Brandy
Copyright 2008 T.S.Severe for BFG/Severe Discipline Productions all
rights reserved.
Intended for adults only. T.S.Severe@gmail.com  http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/severe/www/index.htm
Story Codes: TG/M, College, Masturbation
Synopsis: Brandy is an 18 year old freshman trying to adjust to
college life as a transgender girl in an all-male dorm.

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Brandy Goes to College
By T.S. Severe




    The first thing I did when I got to college was change my name.
Not my official name, that would have been kind of hard, but my real
name. The one everybody calls me by. I could change that one easy
enough, and so I did.

    "Hey there. Freshman?" the guy asked me and he was older, in his
forties I'd guess, and holding a clipboard.

    "Hey!" I smiled back, lugging my suitcase in one hand, a cardboard
box bound with cord in the other, and a backpack over my shoulder. I
was a long ways from Kansas.

    "What's your name?" the man wondered, giving my armload a little
smile.

    "Brandy," I decided, letting go of everything and brushing my
brown hair out of my face. I was pretty certain I was a mess right
then, but two days on bus will do that to a person.

    "Brandy?" he blinked and gave me a quick look up and down. "Okay,
you don't seem to be on my list..." he said slowly, not bothering to
look at it. "Do you have your letter?"

    "Yeah," I nodded. "Um...here...someplace, uh...yeah..."

    "Brandon Stanley Cooper," he cleared his throat, reading my letter
from the student registrar that assigned me to the dorm. "He's on my
list."

    "I go by Brandy now," I shrugged, biting my bottom lip. "Is that
okay?"

    "Sure, Brandy," he chuckled, "I guess so. Welcome to Hereford
Hall. You're upstairs, second floor. Room 212, okay?"

    "Great!" I smiled and I liked the way he said my new name.

    "There's an orientation package on your bed, make sure you look
through it..."

    "Okay."

    "...I'm Mister Kline, but just call me Jim." He held out his hand.
"I'm the guy who makes sure you don't burn the place down."

    "Oh!" I giggled and nodded quickly, putting just my fingertips in
his grasp and the man grinned at that, giving them a gentle squeeze.

    "This should be interesting," Jim said. "If you need anything,
Brandy, let me know."

    "Okay." I agreed happily and I was Brandy now.

    The second thing I did, after getting my stuff upstairs, was dye
my hair. I unpacked just enough to find the Ash Blonde hair coloring
I'd bought at a drugstore along the way. I wrapped myself in a towel
and went to the community bathroom. 

    "Hi," a boy said, or a young man really since he was eighteen or
nineteen probably, like me.

    "Hi," I smiled at him, kinda looking at him sideways as I had my
head in a sink right then. My hair was long, below my shoulders
anyway, and boring brown. It was the worst hair in the world and had
nothing whatsoever to do with my bright blue eyes. I was fixing that
though, or trying to anyway.

    "Uh...What are you doing?" the boy asked me, standing at a urinal
with his back to me, obviously, just like my ass was pointing at him
and I noticed he'd noticed, so to speak.

    "Dying my hair," I giggled. "It's hard though."

    "Oh, yeah," he said, "I guess so."

    "There, hmmm..." I straightened back up, just because I did have a
sense of modesty and my towel, being wrapped around my chest didn't
cover a whole lot of thigh as I was bent over. My hair was wet enough
anyway.

    "You're not in room 214 by any chance, are you?" 

    "No, uh-uh," I shook my head slightly, "I'm in 212. Why?"

    "Just wondered," he said and I saw his right arm moving as he gave
his penis a little shake.

    "I'm Brandy."

    "I'm Stu," he said, zipping up and turning around. "That's uh, a
girl's name, isn't it?"

    "Yeah," I smiled, showing the boy the tip of my tongue. "Let's
see, mix solution A with solution B in the applicator bottle..." I
frowned, "...adding four ounces of warm water...Oh, this is hard!"

    "What color is it?" Stu asked, giving me a little grin.

    "Blonde."

    "I figured," he chuckled. 

    "What?"

    "Here, let me help." Stu stepped close and I read the instructions
while he did the mixing for me.

    He was pretty cute and taller than my five foot four by a good six
inches probably. Stu had short black hair and clean skin and soft
brown eyes. Yeah, definitely cute, especially when he smiled.

    "Can you do it for me?" I asked him, "I mean, put it in my hair so
I don't mess it up?"

    "Sure, yeah," he nodded, shaking the plastic bottle up. "I have
three sisters; I've seen how they do it."

    "An expert!" I giggled and he might have blushed, just a little.

    "Nah, I wouldn't say that...Let me see..." 

    I stood there in my towel while Stu colored my hair, being slow
and careful and wearing some little plastic baggy gloves that came
with the kit. A couple other boys came in at odd intervals, giving us
some looks maybe, but they didn't say anything about one boy coloring
another boy's hair. I think it made Stu a little uncomfortable though.

    "Is that it?" I asked him, "Go ahead and use it all. I wanna be
really blonde!"

    "There isn't much left," Stu chuckled, but he went ahead and put
every drop in my hair, getting that nozzle down to the roots and
giving me a little scalp massage with his fingertips. That felt really
good.

    "Oh, do you think it's blonde?" I asked, looking at myself in the
mirror as Stu took off the gloves.

    "Well, you have to wait 'til it works, Brandy."

    "Yeah, I guess so," I nodded, but I was a little concerned because
my hair still looked brown, but it was wet too.

    "It says let it sit for at least twenty minutes and then rinse
thoroughly. Don't use any shampoo," Stu read. "The longer you let it
sit, the more blonde it gets."

    "Hmmm...I'm gonna give it an hour."

    "An hour?" he laughed. "You don't want your hair to fall out. Give
it half an hour, okay?"

    "You think? Okay," I shrugged, smiling at him. "Thanks for helping
me."

    "Anytime, Brandy." Stu was smiling too, sort of standing there
like he wasn't sure what to do next and I felt my tummy tightening a
little. "I guess, um, I need to go unpack my stuff. I'll see ya later,
huh?"

    "Yeah, okay," I nodded. "I don't have to wait in here, do I?" I
giggled and followed him out.

    Stu went to his room and I opened the door to mine, which was
right next door, giving the boy one last look before I stepped into my
new room and then...

    "Hi!" I blinked with surprise as there was a naked man in my room.

    "Hi, uh...Oh..." he blinked right back at me and he was kind of a big
guy, like muscular big. I noticed that right away, believe me!

    "I'm, um...Brandy." I had to think about it for a heartbeat.

    "Brandy?" He looked me up in down as I stood there. "I'm Keith. I
guess, we're...roommates?"

    "Are we?" I giggled nervously. "Okay, I mean...yeah, alright...
sure..."

    I was trying really hard not to look at his cock because it was
really big and not even hard. It was hanging there between his thick
muscular thighs. Like, God! It was six inches long at least and fat!
Big hairy balls too, sort of hanging there, well, that's what balls
do, but I mean, they were just...hanging there! And he had stomach
muscles, real abs and a smooth chest with muscles there too and small
dark nipples and a handsome face and I was kind of dying, actually.

    "Uh, oh..." he laughed and started pulling on a jockstrap of all
things. A white jockstrap with a ribbed pouch and thin stretchy bands
that went between and around his thighs and waist.

    "Sorry," I blushed and not really knowing why I was apologizing,
except I'd been staring and we both knew it.

    "I'm just going out for a run," Keith said, as if he needed to
explain to me for some reason. "I was sitting on that plane for six
hours, you know?"

    "Yeah," I nodded sympathetically. "I took a bus. It was terrible."

    "I'm here on a baseball scholarship, how about you?" 

    "They have scholarships for baseball?"

    "If you're good at it," he smiled. "Yeah."

    "I'm..." I shrugged, "...I'm just sorta...here, I guess."

    "I guess so," Keith laughed lightly and he had his shorts on now
and a t-shirt too.

    "I'm just gonna..." I looked at my stuff sitting on the floor near
my unmade bed, "...unpack."

    "Cool." He was pulling up some socks.

    "Where are you from?" I wondered. "I like your accent."

    "West Virginia," Keith said. "How about you?" 

    "Kansas," I told him.

    "Great," he nodded, putting on his shoes and I was still just
watching him. "Well, I'll see you in a little bit."

    "Okay."

    After he was gone I realized that my little cock had been hard and
tenting my towel something terrible. I blushed furiously at that, even
though I was alone then, and considered moving to someplace in Africa
where Keith would never, ever see me again. I was seriously humiliated
and not even knowing about it had been the worst! He must have thought
I was really dumb, standing there with my wet hair and my little white
towel and my raging hormones. God! I wanted to die.

    I didn't though, instead I unpacked a little, watching the clock
closely and waiting impatiently for that half hour to be over so I
could rinse my hair. I hoped it was really blonde because I thought
that would look so much better than boring brown. I'd always wanted to
dye my hair, but my parents never let me. It was hard enough
convincing them to let me grow it out like I had. Now they were two
thousand miles away though and I could do whatever I wanted!

    The first thing I unpacked was the suitcase. My clothes. Mostly
they were boring ugly boy's clothes, but at the very bottom,
underneath all that junk, I had my real clothes. The ones I'd kept a
secret for so long. I wasn't gonna have any secrets anymore. I'd
already decided that and if I could call myself Brandy, well, I could
look like a Brandy too! So, I pulled out the three pairs of panties I
owned, my one bra, my only dress and a pair of nice sandals. 

    It wasn't much of a wardrobe, I admit, but it was a start and
considering I'd managed to get that stuff and keep it all through my
senior year in high school, that wasn't bad. I'd come from a very
small town and without any brothers or sisters, my mom and dad had
given me a lot of attention. Too much attention really, and I'd picked
my college based on distance from home as much as anything else. The
University of North-Western Washington was a small one, but about as
far from Kansas as I could get and still speak Americanese.

    Forty minutes after Stu had finished with my hair, I was in the
showers. Community showers with one big room tiled blue. Shower heads
lined three walls and there was nobody else there but me. I didn't
take too long anyway, or I wasn't going to, but then a couple guys
came in and so my shower took a little longer than I expected. 

    One was a black guy and we didn't have any black people in my
hometown, but I'd seen them on television before. The other boy was
white and they were talking and friendly. Roommates from what I could
gather, and as they took off their towels and got under their
respective showers, I smiled and tried not to stare.

    Unfortunately, I'd never seen a black penis before and I found it
sort of interesting, but only because it didn't look much different
than a white penis. In fact, the young man himself looked just like
anyone else, except he was black and I hardly noticed that after a
minute or two. He was handsome too, they both were, and watching those
two guys lather themselves up with soap was making my tummy tingle. 

    Especially when the black guy started washing his cock and balls
and he was right across from me too, just six feet away maybe. He had
soapy hands, like a white froth in his big fist that he worked back
and forth along his cock, stroking it slowly like he was jerking off.
I swallowed hard, washing my own body for the fourth or fifth time as
that black penis began to grow, getting noticeably longer and thicker,
standing out from the man's firm body so that it curved downward. His
balls were big, hanging low between his ebony thighs and seeing that
dark skin glisten like wet chocolate...

    My little pink cock was getting hard and I knew it, but I couldn't
help watching the guy. Only reluctantly did I turn away from him
finally, just avoid further embarrassment. He didn't pay a lot of
attention to me, but I caught a little smile on his face that made me
feel hot all over. I faced the wall and closed my eyes and tried
counting to ten and thinking of my mom's meatloaf, which I never
really liked very much. I knew the black guy had noticed me watching
him, like how could he not? The white guy had noticed too and I could
hear them talking softly, but not to me. Probably about me, I decided,
and that's when I left.

    I'd only been at college for about an hour and already I was
figuring out that this place was going to be really hard on me. 

    There wasn't anything I could do about that though. I'd made up my
mind and as soon as I was safely back in my room I frowned at my stiff
cocky and gave her a little slap. "Bad cocky!" I whispered, "You
better be nice or we're gonna be in trouble!" Of course slapping her
only made my cocky happy. It's weird the way that works.

    I dried my hair thoroughly and then stared at myself in the mirror
mounted to my dorm room wall. Someone had put a little sign there,
like a bumper sticker, that said, 'Look Your Best, Be Your Best!' and
I smiled at that because I looked great! My hair was golden! Soft long
golden blonde hair, sort puffed out like a damp bed head at the
moment, but I soon brushed it out and then it was nice. I loved my new
hair and with my bright blue eyes? Oh! It was perfect!

    Along the way to college I'd found some makeup too, new stuff that
I'd bought on the bus ride in the towns we stopped in. Not a whole
lot, but enough, and I was looking forward to making myself pretty.
I'd been playing with makeup since I was about six years old probably,
thanks to a babysitter I'd had named Denise. She and her friends would
watch me sometimes and they always liked putting makeup on me. I
didn't mind, not like some boys apparently. Denise told me she liked
sitting for me the best because I never complained. She wanted to be a
beautician someday, like her mom, and so she practiced on me a lot.

    My dad complained though, believe me! So I had to play makeup
secretly or I'd get a butt whipping! Now I could do it all I wanted
though and so I did! I have a pretty face anyway and not just a pretty
face for a boy, but a pretty face for anyone. It's rather heart-
shaped, like my mom's, and I have a pouty little mouth and a pert
little nose above that. My looks had gotten me in some trouble growing
up, but I'd never been beaten up or anything, just teased a little by
my friends at school. They told me I shoulda been a girl which always
made me feel pretty special, especially when we were alone and I knew
they meant it.

    None of the guys would admit it, of course, but the truth was that
I'd had five different boyfriends during high school. I'd even had two
at the same time for awhile in eleventh grade, but they hadn't known
about each other. It was always a pretty serious secret and I could
understand that. I didn't want to be called a cocksucker or anything,
even though that's what I was doing every chance I got. I liked being
special and my boyfriends liked the way I made them feel good.

    Anyway, I used some violet eye shadow first, not a lot, but enough
to make my eyes really pop. Some mascara for my lashes, which are long
but awfully thin. I like them a little thicker, you know? A little
rouge on my cheeks and some 'Passion Red Moisture-Rich Covergirl Super
Gloss' lipstick for my lips. That stuff had to be good! 

    I stroked the back of my finger under my chin, but there still
wasn't any hair, thank God! Not a one and the only places I had any
hair at all was on my head and around my cocky, but I shaved that
every three days or so. My legs never got any hair and neither did my
chest. I plucked my armpits with tweezers every night, cause it was
easier than shaving and it helped me fall asleep. Yeah, I was smooth
all over pretty much and that was nice. 

    My Adam's apple was small too, which was way cool. You wouldn't
even know I had one unless I tilted my head up and stretched and
swallowed and then maybe you could see a little lump there. Probably
not though and I wondered if my neck wasn't mostly girl anyway, since
my voice hadn't ever cracked, like gotten deep or anything. I had kind
of a high pitched voice and I was a good singer too, which had made me
popular at church. Mrs. Elston told me I had a voice like an angel and
she would know, since she'd been the choir leader for about a hundred
years or something.

    "Oh!" Keith stopped short when he opened the door to our room and
saw me standing there.

    "Hi!" I smiled at him and I was dressed, thank goodness. 

    I had my baby blue panties on and my white bra too. Over those I
was wearing my yellow sundress, a thin cotton dress that was perfect
for the late summer heat. It had blue trim like my eyes and fit me
nicely, showing off my narrow waist and hips, my smooth tummy and pale
legs from the knees down. I needed to work on my tan.

    "Brandy?" Keith asked and I giggled.

    "Yeah, it's me," I nodded beneath all my brand new blonde hair.
"Do I look okay?"

    "Yeah..." he said, making it sound like that was the dumbest
question he'd ever heard in his life.

    "Good!"

    "You look..." he narrowed his eyes, "...Are you a boy?"

    "Not really," I shrugged.

    "Uh, this is weird," Keith decided, finally coming into the room
and closing the door.

    "You're not gonna be...mad?" I swallowed hard because I knew being
queer could hurt and I didn't want any of that. "Are you?"

    "Mad?" He shook his head. 

    The boy was hot and ruddy with his recent exertions, damp with
sweat too and I could smell the dark stains on his t-shirt. A rich,
thick smell. A man smell and it seemed to wash over me, and my heart
was picking up speed quickly as I just stood there breathing it.

    "Okay, good, cause, um...I'm pretty much gonna look like this all
the time, you know?" I giggled nervously.

    "Really?" Keith grinned and then cleared his throat, "I mean,
sure. Okay."

    "I'm kind of gay...too," I said, just in case he hadn't figured that
out yet and Keith was the very first person I ever told, I mean,
without sucking his cock first. "But not really gay, cause...I'm mostly
a girl."

    "Right, uh-huh," Keith nodded slowly and he looked a little
uncomfortable with my admission.

    "I'm gonna go shopping." I smiled at him. "Pick up some...things.
I'll see ya later, okay?"

    "Yeah, Brandy. Okay." Keith scratched his head and he liked me, I
thought. I hoped so anyway. "See ya later."

    It was pretty fun walking around the campus and I was pretty glad
that orientation packet had a little map, or I'd have been totally
lost. That university was big! I mean, for being a little one like it
was. There were a lot of people too, a lot of guys, even though
classes weren't really starting for a few days yet. The place was
definitely filling up though and I was smiling back at them as we
passed. All those guys, I mean, because they'd smile at me first. They
didn't know I was a boy, obviously, and I'd spent my whole life
practicing for this, getting read to be a girl in public. I was only a
little nervous and that passed pretty quickly. I'd never had a problem
with confidence, at least not after I'd made up my mind about
something.

    "Hey! You need a ride?" Some boy was riding alongside me on a
motorcycle, going slowly while I walked. He had to zig-zag a little or
he'd fall right over, I bet.

    "Hi!" I grinned. "No, I'm okay."

    "You're better than just okay. Are you sure?" He was nice looking
too, with kind of long black hair and a little beard thing going. "I'd
love to give you a ride, baby!"

    "Uh-huh!" I stuck my tongue out at him. "Maybe next time."

    "Give me your phone number then."

    "I don't have a phone," I offered him a little pout. "I just moved
in."

    "Where?"

    "Hereford Hall," I said. "You know where that is?"

    "Hereford? That's the boy's dorm."

    "Yeah," I shrugged, "that's where I live."

    He took off then and I sighed, but you have to expect that
sometimes. Not everyone understands how a boy can be a girl too.

    I bought clothes, which was fun, and I really needed them too. It
was so hard making up my mind though! God! I spent like three hours
shopping and by the end of it I'd bought just two skirts, a pair of
pink denim shorts, a couple blouses, and a new bra, really cute and
lacy. Some new panties and a pair of stockings too, tight fishnet and
black, and that was so cool I needed a cool pair of shoes to go with
them. So, I bought some leather heels, nice ones with open toes and
ankle straps, and a pair of baby blue Skechers with pink laces. They
were seriously cute and I figured they'd go good with my shorts.

    I wanted to get more stuff, but I was worried about spending all
my money. I'd spent almost thirty dollars on a little pink nightie at
the last place, a lingerie store. That seemed like a lot, but it was
so cute and it came with a matching thong, all pink and lacy. I had to
have something to sleep in though! But I had spent a little too much
probably. Still, that was a pretty good shopping trip, wouldn't you
say? I couldn't wait to get back to my room and try it all on! I
wondered if Keith would be there and I sorta hoped so, like he could
tell me if I'd bought cool clothes or not. That was the problem with
shopping by myself, I always had those little doubts, but nah...I was
pretty sure I'd picked out some nice clothes. This was great!

    Keith wasn't there and it was almost dinner time anyway, so my
little fashion show would have to wait. That was good though, because
I was hungry and the dorm had its own kitchen and a cook to go with
it, which was sweet! She was an older woman, like from Haiti or
someplace, really black and kind of round, but boy! Her kitchen
smelled good!

    I walked in wearing a brand new skirt, a red one that hugged my
thighs and especially my firm round butt. It was cut mid-thigh and I'd
been tempted to put my stockings on with it, but that was probably a
little much for dinner at the dorm. I settled for some black lace
panties and my new bra, with a new black blouse over the top. It
wasn't silk, but it looked like it, really soft and shiny like it was
wet. I thought that was cool and black looked good with red, like I
was kinda dangerous!

    There were about a dozen guys in there, fixing their plates and
talking, getting to know one another. It was loud and kind of chaotic
and the woman, whose name was Marie Faberge or something French like
that, was giving the boys a hard time about making messes and keeping
her kitchen clean and not eating too much. She was like everybody's
mother all of a sudden and it was kind of funny actually. I liked it...
And then they were all really quiet.

    "Hi," I smiled and my tummy flip-flopped cause those twelve boys
and one old woman were staring at me.

    "Hey Brandy," Stu was there at least and he nodded when he saw me.
He smiled too, looking me up and down, and I bit my lip so I wouldn't
blush.

    "Brandy?" a boy asked and there were some whispers and looks, and
some confusion, I could tell.

    "I'm, uh, in room 212," I said, just so they wouldn't think I was
visiting or something, you know. Like think I was some girl who'd
walked in off the street for a free meal.

    "This is the boy's dorm!" a pudgy looking boy blinked at me.

    "She is boy, dopey," a guy next to him said. "Right?"

    "Yeah, um...sorta," I shrugged, "but mostly I'm a girl so...I'm just
me!"

    "Are you a fag?" 

    "Yeah," I nodded at the tall skinny young man who'd asked me. "I'm
pretty queer, but it isn't really my fault or anything."

    "Don't ask questions like that," a thicker guy whispered to the
skinny guy. 

    "Why?" he whispered back.

    "Cause it's not nice," I heard someone else say and I smiled.

    I actually had a nice little dinner once we got settled down. The
boys were all nice to me and if they were nervous at first, half an
hour later, by the time they were used to me, we were smiling and
laughing and just having fun. I think they sort of forgot I wasn't a
girl, some of them anyway, and a couple of those boys were giving me a
lot of eye contact, you know? It made gave me goose bumps and I was
smiling a lot.

    "Oh!" I blinked at the television as I walked into the smallish TV
Lounge, which is what the guys were calling it. 

    There was a separate recreation room, with an old pool table and a
dart board and tables for studying and playing games or whatever. That
was where the vending machines were too. Another room was called the
living room because, well, it looked like a living room. It had some
nice furniture and a bookcase and it was good for relaxing and
reading, and if someone's parents stopped by, the living room was the
best place to sit and talk with them, or so I imagined. 

    But the TV Lounge was the room most guys liked to hang out in. The
furniture there was old, but big and comfortable. There was a
television and DVD player and the stereo was in there. Someone had
hooked up an Xbox earlier, I'd noticed, and the guys had been playing
with that. It was noisy in there, or had been that afternoon, I should
say. But about a half hour after dinner was finished, it was almost
quiet and I could see why.

    Three of the guys were watching some kind of porn movie on the
television. They were grinning at each other and talking about the
action on the screen, sounding like little kids with a dirty magazine,
I thought, rather than college men. I stopped short as I entered, just
standing in the doorway, and I felt my face redden as some big titted
blonde was sucking a very long and thick cock. She was noisy with it
too and the room was filled with the sound of her wet, sloppy efforts
to take as much of the guy into her mouth as she could.

    "Uh...Brandy," one of the guys said and I thought his name was
Glenn, but I'd met so many so quickly it was hard to remember.

    "Hey Brandy," another boy said slowly, glancing from the
television to me and back. He looked kind of guilty, like he'd gotten
caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

    "Hi," I said softly and I thought I should just turn around
probably. I'd never seen a porn movie before, silly as that sounds
maybe, but it was true nonetheless. I wasn't sure I wanted to see one
either.

    "You want to watch with us?" the third boy asked and his name was
Carl and I'd noticed him noticing me during dinner. He was large in an
athletic sort of way and he looked good in his t-shirt and jeans,
really good.

    "I don't think so," I cleared my throat and glanced over my
shoulder. "I should go upstairs and..."

    "There's room here," Carl's brown eyes seemed to twinkle and he
was smiling at me, patting the sofa cushion next to him.

    "Hey, we got some beers too," Glenn nodded, keeping his voice low
as he held up a smallish green bottle. "You want one?"

    "No, I better not," I giggled and turned around. "I'll see you
guys later."

    "Bye, Brandy...Bye...See ya..." the guys were saying and they almost
sounded a little disappointed, but I was pretty sure they didn't want
a girl hanging out with them while they watched porn. Not even a girl
like me. I'd never been interested in that stuff and watching other
people have sex didn't sound really appealing to me.

    It wasn't very late, but it had been a long day and while I didn't
feel tired, I knew once my head hit my pillow it wouldn't be long
before I was asleep. I was sitting on my bed, wearing my pink nightie
and my brand new thong, when the door opened and Keith came into our
room. I was brushing my hair, sitting cross-legged with my arms up and
he looked surprised to see me.

    "Sorry," Keith said, looking at the door as he closed it. "I
should have...knocked maybe..."

    "It's your room too," I smiled at him. "You don't have to knock."

    "Yeah, but..." he licked his lips and I brushed my hair slowly,
feeling my nipples getting warm and the satin was rubbing them nicely
as moved my arms.

    "Do I make you nervous?" I asked, frowning then. "Like this, I
mean? I can change if you want. Wear something else or..."

    "No!" he said quickly and a little louder than he probably meant
to. "That's, um...You're fine...like that."

    "Okay," I nodded and smiled again and he was standing there like
he didn't know what he was supposed to do.

    "I just never saw a girl like you," he said. "You're...You look
beautiful and I'm a little...nervous."

    "I am?" I giggled and looked down and I felt my cheeks getting
warm. "Thanks."

    "Yeah, you're welcome," Keith cleared his throat.

    "You don't have to be nervous though," I said, dropping my hands
to my lap and I could feel my small cocky all hard and trapped in my
thong. "We're just roommates, right?"

    "Yeah," Keith nodded. "I'm sorry."

    "For what?" I laughed at him and didn't wait for an answer. "What
do I have to do to make you not nervous?"

    "Uh...what?" Keith smiled at me.

    "You know," I shrugged. "What does a girl have to do to make you
relax?"

    "Oh," he lifted his hands and shrugged. "I don't know..."

    "I have an idea," I said softly and I swallowed hard, feeling my
heart stutter. "Do you want to hear it?"

    "Sure, yeah," Keith was looking at me. "What's your, uh...idea,
Brandy?"

    "Well..." I straightened my legs carefully, making sure my nightie
stayed down because I had a damp little tent in my panties by then.
"Why don't you sit down..." I slid off my bed and stood slowly, smiling
at the man. "Right there on your bed...Come here...."

    I reached for Keith's hand and pulled him towards his bed, and he
was smiling and giving me a little look. Like, what was I doing? And I
didn't really know for sure, but I knew what I wanted to do. I urged
him to sit on his mattress so that he was looking up at me and then I
was getting on my knees in front of him. 

    "Brandy..." he said softly. "What are you doing?"

    "You need to relax, right?" I looked up at him, putting my hands
on his muscular thighs and stroking his legs. "I just want to help
you, okay? Let me help you relax..."

    "Oh...Brandy, um..." Keith licked his lips as my hands moved up his
thighs and towards the inside. 

    "Shhh..." I whispered as my fingertips reached for the bulge trapped
in his jeans. "I'm gonna make it better for you...Just let me do it..."

    I rubbed Keith's cock through his pants and he didn't stop me. The
man just watched, smiling and breathing slowly as I undid his jeans,
unsnapping them and then lowering the zipper. I didn't have to ask
Keith to lift himself off the bed, he did it all by himself, and I
pulled his jeans down to his knees. I had to remove his shoes and
socks, and then I had his pants off and I was reaching for his boxers.

    "Maybe we shouldn't..." Keith whispered.

    "Why not?" I asked him, pressing my hand to the thin cotton that
separated me from his obviously swollen penis. "It's okay. No
obligations, alright? I just want to do this for you and you don't owe
me a thing, I promise."

    "But..." Keith blinked rapidly as I pulled his boxers down and his
meaty cock sprang out to slap his hard stomach, leaving a faint wet
spot on his t-shirt.

    "Oh!" I smiled up at him. "You have a really big dick."

    "Brandy..." Keith almost laughed and his erection was pretty good
sized. I don't get into the whole measuring thing, but I know a big
cock when I see one and Keith's was big.

    "Just relax now," I told him. "I'm going to make it feel real
good."

    I took his cock in my hands and my fingers barely wrapped around
the hot, heavy shaft. He was circumcised and the head was smooth and
shiny with precum as I began to stroke Keith's penis slowly, taking my
time as I worked both hands up and down the length of him. I loved how
silky the skin felt, and how strong and rigid that love muscle was
underneath it. His cock seemed to grow even larger and harder until it
felt like I was massaging a steel rod and I could see the veins
becoming prominent along the darkening shaft.

    "That feels so good, Brandy," Keith whispered and he was leaning
back on his arms now, just staring at me as I gave him a gentle hand
job.

    "Yeah," I sighed happily. "I like it too. You have a great cock."

    We didn't say anything for a few minutes and I was jerking the boy
off, using the precum spilling from his cockhead to lubricate my
hands. Keith was leaking a lot of the stuff and he seemed to enjoy it
quite a bit when I'd rub my fingers and palm over the glans, playing
with the swollen head of his dick, and then sliding my wet fingers
back down the shaft. My left hand went to his balls and they were
proportional to his cock, believe me. Keith had big testicles in a
loose, wrinkled scrotum covered with soft, black pubic hair. I loved
his warm ball sack and I played with the skin, pinching and tugging at
it playfully before I found his testes. I caressed them carefully,
rolling his balls with gentle fingers while I kept stroking his
throbbing penis with my other hand.

    "Jesus...Brandy," Keith breathed "You're going to make me cum if you
don't stop."

    "That's the idea, silly," I giggled and licked my lips. 

    My nipples were so hot that they felt cold, almost painfully, and
my girlish cock was as hard as she'd ever been in my life. It was
throbbing and begging for some relief, but I ignored my selfish
desires. I focused all my attention on Keith and making his cock feel
loved with my hands. I was doing this for him, to show him that we
were going to be okay together. I wasn't going to be his girlfriend
after this, just his friend and roommate. But if he wanted to be more
than that...

    "Oh...that's...yeah, Brandy...like that..." Keith was nodding and his eyes
were closed until he'd remember to open them so he could watch my
hands working his cock up and down. I was turning my wrist so that my
hand would work around his penis, wanting to let him feel the pressure
of my hand everywhere. I made a circle with the thumb and forefinger
of my left hand, near the base of Keith's balls, and I pinched him
there, cradling his testicles with the rest of my fingers and palm as
I tugged at his soft sack gently.

    "Do you like this?" I breathed and I'd brought both hands back to
his cock, encircling the thick shaft and squeezing and relaxing my
fingers while I pumped his dick. I leaned closer and just teased the
man, pursing my lips like I was going to kiss the head of his cock,
but I just blew my hot, humid breath over his sensitive skin and
smiled as his body shivered slightly at the sensation.

    He was so close to cumming that I could feel his rapid heartbeat
through the swollen muscle trapped in my small fists. Keith's cock
seemed to throb and I could feel his turgid flesh tighten, the muscles
beneath his belly contracting so that his balls were drawn upward for
a second. Keith's face took on a look of utter joy when his orgasm
finally arrived. He gasped and groaned, arching his back as his cock
began to cum fast and hard, spraying his creamy load into the air.
He'd been trying to hold back, but I'd brought the man off and I
moaned with the pleasure of watching Keith cum for me.

    The first spurt was the best, jetting explosively out of his cock
before falling onto my hands and wrists. I didn't stop either. I
didn't even slow down as Keith ejaculated quickly. I kept stroking his
cock and working his hot semen around the shaft. There was a lot of
it, much more than I expected, but he was a big man and his balls were
heavy with sperm. Keith's orgasm was much larger than mine usually
were and it lasted for half a minute or a little longer, the spasms
weakening and slowing down. The smell of his musky sperm assaulted my
nose pleasantly and I had my mouth open, panting for air, and I
imagined I could almost taste his thick seed on my tongue.

    "Oh, God...Jesus...Brandy," Keith was smiling and nodding his red face
at me. 

    His breathing was ragged and the man's orgasm was a real mess,
covering my hands and his still semi-hard cock. Some of it was on his
t-shirt and even on my bare thighs as I knelt between his legs. I kept
my hands on his dick, massaging him gently while Keith regained his
breath and there was still a small bit of semen leaking from the tip.
I squeezed his cock and pulled on it, milking every bit of cum from
Keith as I could. 

    "Let me get a towel," I told him and then giggled and stuck out my
tongue at him. "Don't move!"

    "No..." Keith laughed weakly. "I'm not going anywhere."

    I cleaned him up with one of my towels, but Keith really needed a
shower because he was going to be pretty sticky when his cum started
to dry. But I managed to get most of it and I sat back on my heels,
smiling up at the man.

    "Feeling any better now?" I asked him.

    "Much, yeah," Keith nodded. "Thanks, but...you didn't have to do
that."

    "I wanted to," I said. "I don't mind. Whenever you get too tense,
you know..." I giggled and my face was flushed, but mostly with pleasure
at the way he was looking at me. "That's what roommates are for,
right?"

    "Uhhh..." Keith chuckled. "I don't think too many roommates give
hand jobs to each other, Brandy."

    "Well," I shrugged and scrunched my nose at him. "I do...So, you're
lucky you got me, huh?"

    "I think so," he agreed softly and cleared his throat as I stood
up slowly. "I better take a shower and...Are you okay?"

    "Yeah," I nodded and folded the dirty towel carefully. "Why
wouldn't I be?"

    "I just..." Keith glanced at my nightie, at the place where my cocky
was hard and trapped beneath it, safely held by my thong. 

    "No," I shook my head and my voice was gentle. "I'm fine. You
don't have to worry, okay? I told you, no obligations."

    "Yeah," Keith swallowed hard and nodded.

    I knew he almost wanted to do something for me, to make me feel
good in return, but he wasn't ready for it yet. He was a real man and
Keith had never done anything with another boy. He'd never known a
girl like me and it was just going to take some time, I thought. One
step at a time and Keith would be thinking about that hand job for a
long time. He'd remember how pretty I looked on my knees and how good
my hands felt wrapped around his big cock. He'd liked that a lot and
soon enough he'd want more. All I had to do was be patient. Boys are
so predictable.

    It was hard for me to let Keith go, I have to admit that. My
little cocky was begging for attention! While Keith was in the shower,
I unfolded the towel I'd cleaned his sperm with. I pulled up my
nightie as I lay on my bed, spreading the towel over my tummy, messy
side up, and I jerked off quickly, closing my eyes and remembering
what I'd just done for my roommate. It didn't take me but half a
minute before I was cumming hard, shooting my own girlish sperm onto
the towel to mix with Keith's. 

    I'd needed that cum so badly and I was lifting my butt off the bed
as my balls emptied. I had a big orgasm too, by my own modest
standards, and afterwards I licked the sperm from my fingers as I
caught my breath. I bunched up the towel and licked that too, having
wanted to taste Keith's musky cum ever since it had erupted from his
beautiful cock. It was cool now, and stained with mine, but I could
taste him anyway and I smiled as I savored the man on my tongue. I
couldn't spend too much time doing that, since I didn't want Keith to
catching me licking sperm off a towel, that would have been pretty
embarrassing. But it was enough to keep me satisfied...barely.

    I snuggled under my cool sheets and hugged my pillow, smiling in
the dark as I waited for sleep to take me. "My first day of college,"
I sighed and it had been a pretty good one, I thought.


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