Chapter 2
"I'll never get it right!! ! ! ! ! " the amber-eyed beauty said and tossed her Drama History book on the coffee table of the dorm lounge. "What the hell am I doing in school anyway?"
Her roommate sighed and hitched her Advanced Trigonometry book up a little closer to her horn-rimmed glasses.
"Oh, what's the use, I'll just never be any good at this."
Again, her roommate sighed. A hard, pent-up angry kind of sigh. The girl was driving her crazy. Well, she would have to fix things.
Maybe then, her roommate would let her read her Trig book and study in peace.
"Okay, Annie," she said to the raven-haired girl, "would you like some help with that?"
Annie looked at her as though she would die with gratitude. "Oh, yes," she said with a delighted squeal. "If you wouldn't mind."
"I'm afraid I won't get anything else done till I do," she said and let her Trig book slip into her lap. "I'm fairly good at history," she said and eyed Annie's red Drama History book cover, "what's the problem?"
"Oh, not that," Annie said and gave a nauseating glance to the book, "it's this." She crossed and uncrossed her legs several times. "I just can't figure how to sit in the front row with my legs crossed and get my panties to show with any kind of consistency. Ya know what I mean?"
Another sigh of frustration ... and disbelief. "Is that what you want to know?"
Annie nodded and looked at her roommate longingly. "You're so fucking smart, Vivian," she said to her roommate. "You're here on a scholarship. I'm here by the skin of my teeth. I figured if anybody could figure out a mathematical formula for keeping your skirt anchored up on her crotch, it would be you."
"Thanks."
"Oh, it's a compliment, believe me."
"I believe you. I just don't believe me for sitting here and listening to this."
Vivian grasped the bridge of her nose under her glasses and rubbed it in soothing, tight circles. How the hell were girls in this dormitory put together anyway? She and Annie Dugan had absolutely nothing in common except that they were both female.
And maybe that wasn't exactly true. Vivian had never gone in much for boys.
Well, they were all right. But this chick seemed to be of the opinion that you couldn't get out of bed in the morning without thinking of the first male you were going to run into that day. What a dipstick, too. She must have had the brains of an amoeba.
"May I ask you," she said, fighting the urge to sound sarcastic, "just why you want to know how to sit like that anyway?"
"Oh, it's for Professor Granger," the black-haired beauty said. "My Drama History teacher. He is the dreamboat of all time."
"I'll bet."
"You should see him. His hair is copper and his eyes are sooooo smoky. He looks like he would be right at home in any bedroom in the world. I sure wish I had the opportunity to find out, too."
"Annie," Vivian said impatiently, "don't you ever stop thinking about men?"
"Of course," she said defensively, "Hey! I gotta sleep sometimes."
"Right."
"I don't know what in the world life would be worth if it weren't for men. They're my profession and my hobby."
The gorgeous raven-haired thing blinked her amber eyes and wiggled her hips more tightly into the chair.
"Well, I hope to hell with an attitude like that," Vivian said, "you find time to graduate."
"Not to worry!! ! ! " the girl said mysteriously, "hell, I may not have to graduate if I get lucky."
"Annie, this is not the University of Las Vegas. Look around you. People here are busting their balls just to keep from flunking out and winding up in Apple Creek Center, Iowa with a job at the post office staring them in the face."
"You're overly dramatic."
"I'm practical. Look, don't you want a job? A career?"
"I want a man."
"Then why not run an ad in the paper? What the hell are you coming to a university to find one for? It's a whole lot more expensive here."
The raven-haired beauty tossed her head and fixed her eyes on her roommate steadily. "You meet a better class of people here."
"Well, that's just ducky." Vivian scratched her head and adjusted her glasses back up on the bridge of her nose. "I think I better go back to my studies now, Annie ... hey! It's been real enlightening."
"You don't like me," Annie muttered and stared at the floor.
"Shit!" her roommate said under her breath. This chick was just not going to let her study tonight.
But the truth was, she did like Annie Dugan. Who wouldn't be attracted to her? She was so tall and she was built like a Greek statue. The girl didn't need to wear a bra, let alone a padded one. "I like you," Vivian said, and she knew she meant it. If only this girl wasn't such a dumb bunny, they could even be friends. As it was, Annie was a mental tagalong. "I like you fine. You're very nice."
"You're patronizing me."
"I am not."
"You're fucking patronizing me," Annie's voice sounded very near tears.
"Annie," Vivian said and tried to get a grip on herself. "You have a lot of very desirable attributes. Okay?"
"None you're interested in.
Vivian lowered her book for the fortieth time that afternoon. "Maybe I'm a little jealous, okay? Now that's out, maybe you'll let me read one whole page through without going into major anxiety trauma."
Silence.
That was worse than having the girl bitch at her.
"Are you really jealous of me."
"Yes, Miss Insecurity, I am."
"Why?"
"Are you serious? Have you looked in the mirror lately?"
"Oh, I'm pretty enough."
"You've got a body Sophia Loren would like throw rocks at."
"Oh, do you really think so?"
"Yeah, now how about giving me a chance to keep my scholarship, okay, Annie?"
"I think you're pretty, too."
"Thanks."
"I mean it. You hide behind those horn-rimmed glasses and those baggy sweaters that hang down to your knees, but I've seen you without your bath towel, don't forget."
"Nice of you."
"Hey, I wouldn't kick you out of bed." Vivian put her book down and stared at the girl. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"What should it mean? I think you're pretty. You think I am a knockout. We could get it on, based on that information alone."
"You mean, like lesbians?"
The thought had never occurred to Vivian. Sex had never really occurred to her. It always seemed like something other people did.
"I am not a lesbian," Annie said and crossed her arms under her wide, sloping but pointed tits. "I happen to swing both ways, though. And there is nothing wrong with that. This is the twentieth century."
"Well, if your Drama History prof asks that question tomorrow, you'll get one right."
"Come on," Annie said and snuggled closer to her roommate on the chair, "Let's try it. You won't be sorry. You might even like it."
"I doubt it."
"I been playing around with girls since I was a kid. It's fantastic. Of course, they'll never replace men."
"Of course not."
"Come on," Annie said and unbuttoned her robe, "there's nobody around this late. So we miss dinner. Big deal. You can suck my tits instead."
Vivian set the book down slowly. "You're serious, aren't you?"
"Do these look serious?" she said and opened the lapels of her robe wide enough to allow the huge, tapering mounds of her tits to poke through the hole. She pressed her hands together at her waist and drew the edges of the material into a sharp V.
Her tits pressed together dramatically and the wine dark tips pointed toward the sky. "Suck on them," she said teasingly.
"You're crazy."
"I'm hot. I haven't been laid since coming to this place."
"I don't think it's gonna be long from the way you're carrying on now."
"That a threat," Annie said and thrust her tit tips into Vivian's unsuspecting chest. "Come on," she cajoled, "take off that fucking sweater and we'll have some fun. All work and no play makes Jacqueline a dull cunt."
"And all play and no work makes Vivian lose her scholarship."
"Fifteen minutes," Annie said, and began drawing hot circles over the taut flesh of her nipples. She made each nipple into a dark rubbery purple projection that stuck out like a thumb.
"What the hell," Vivian said as she watched the girl, "I don't think I can study anymore now anyway. My clit is throbbing too hard."
"Wow!" Annie said and helped Vivian off with her sweater.
"You sure this won't make hair grow on my palms or anything," Vivian said as she unhooked her bra. A lot of girls at Bayes University didn't wear bras, but she had always thought of that as slightly brazen.
And, she had always thought that hiding her tits from plain view was a good way to behave.
How had it happened that she had gotten hooked up with a roommate who thought exactly the opposite?
"You've got fantastic titties," Annie said and stroked Vivian's high, pert breasts with just the right mixture of tease and firmness.
"They're kind of normal, I always thought."
"Naw," the dark-haired beauty insisted. "Yours point up naturally. I have to press mine together to get them to do that. See? Mine sort of slope down a bit before they turn up at the end. If we want to rub nipples, I'll have to get up on my knees."
Vivian was in no condition to argue with her.
Annie got up to her knees and threw her robe off.
Again Vivian got a chance to see the girl naked, but from the point of view of being very aroused by her physical presence.
The tight, dark patch between her legs was lustrous and full.
The big wide cunt lips looked appetizing.
Her long, curvaceous legs wound down under her and disappeared, "Hmmmmmm," Vivian said appraising the whole picture.
"Take off your jeans," she heard Annie whisper.
Before she could get to her zipper, the girl had it in her teeth. She pulled it down, disengaging one tooth after the next.
The sound of metal unlinking from itself was impossibly arousing.
For the first time all year, possibly in her life, Vivian felt her cunt lips tremble.
Annie peeled the girl's jeans off her hips and stared down at her cunt.
"It's smaller than mine," she said, but I love the angle.
Vivian had never noticed that.
"Here," Annie said, "hold my nipples in between your fingers and pull real hard. I love it when you twist them, too, so go ahead. Don't be shy."
Vivian knew it was far too late for that.
She drew the girl's nipple hard between her thumb and forefinger. She felt Annie's fingers go around the thick, brown tips of her own tits and begin to jiggle them, barely at first, then with more gusto.
"Where did you learn to do this?" she said to Annie once her cunt was quivering like a bowl of gelatin on a rocky dining car.
"Not in a classroom," Annie said and rubbed her friend harder, "and definitely not from a textbook."
"Didn't think so."
"Now, here's what I want you to do," Annie said, through lips that were just a bit thick all of a sudden. Her words were coming out with a low, throaty sound, too. And Vivian figured she must have been aroused. "I want you to spread your legs and let me play with your clit."
"Oh, God," Vivian said, the thought making her head reel. "Really?"
"I'm gonna play with my own to show you how I like it, so keep your hands locked real tight around our nipples. And keep rubbing them together."
Vivian did as she was told. It was the first time she had ever followed Annie's instructions, but this was the first subject the girl knew more about than she did, too.
She spread her sweet, moist thighs and felt Annie's eager fingers crawl in like a speeding tarantula. She felt the girl's fingers grasp the big rubbery tip of her throbbing clit.
She felt her jerk it a bit, like you would a lamb's tail. Then, a hot, crazed kind of electric current shot all over her body.
"Am I glowing?" she said to her friend through heated lips.
"Your clit is," Annie shot back.
Annie worked Vivian's clit around in hot, erotic circles, pressing it this way and that. She used the palm of her hand flat against the whole head till the girl tingled all over and began to pant.
"Oh, God, that feels so gooooodddddd."
"Don't close your eyes yet," Annie said, "watch what I'm doing to myself. I want you to take over soon."
Vivian would have done most anything for her at that moment, including walk on fire. She opened her eyes and watched Annie.
Annie spread her cunt lips out with her fingers and reached up to the top of her wide pink gash. She used her index finger to strum what looked like the biggest clitoris Vivian could imagine. And as she worked on herself, the thing actually grew.
"Far out," she said as she watched Annie's clit engorge, she felt her own do-likewise.
"Now you try it," her friend said, "Diddle my clit and I'll stick my fingers up you. You're gonna love this, I think."
Vivian had no doubts.
She used her fingers in the way Annie had on herself. She fondled the girl's clit and felt it hot and throbbing under her finger. She felt Annie's cunt lips quiver and juice up. becoming even slicker and hotter and thicker under her hand.
"Ooowwwwwww," she heard Annie say in response.
Hell, she must be doing something right here.
Then, she felt a sudden bracing stroke and she was aware that Annie had parted her cunt lips with her fingers and was pushing them up into her tight, virgin hole.
"I'm gonna fuck you like this," she said, and it sounded strange, though it felt wonderful. Vivian started to relax into the idea.
"Go ahead," she said, her speech halting.
The girl pushed what felt like four or five fingers up into her impossibly tight cunt. Yet, when Vivian looked down, she realized the girl was only humping her with two.
Still, her incredibly expert in and out movements made her dizzy.
Annie stuck her fingers inside Vivian's cunt and rotated them back and forth like a hot little agitator.
Annie pulled her fingers in and yanked them out, then sucked them in her own mouth.
That surprised Vivian, but it delighted her as well.
The girl stuck her fingers back in Vivian's cunt and used a series of short in and out movements to make Annie nearly delirious.
She had her on the edge of a huge cliff, and she knew she would fall the second the girl wanted to push her off, if that's what she chose to do.
"Oh, God, oh, God," she called from the depths of somewhere down a long, echoing pipe into nowhere. "This is driving me crazy."
"It's supposed to," Annie said. She tossed her long mane of slick black hair around and whispered, "now stick your fist in my cunt. Go on."
"My what?" Vivian said, and she opened her eyes.
The sight in front of her made her shudder with lust and desire. Annie was humping up and down, riding her clit over and over Vivian's extended finger.
And she was wiggling her tits further and further around and into the grip of Vivian's artful fingers.
"My pussy's real wet," she said, "so you can just stick your fist right up there. Hey, I'm used to it. Got to warn you though, it gets me off real good."
"Huh?" Vivian said and closed her eyes again.
"Do like this," Annie said and made a fist. She grabbed Vivian's hand and held it around her fist.
Vivian noted that the girl had made a fist, but with her fingers pointing out.
"That's so you can slide your fingers up me first," she said. Quite practical, if only Vivian had a mind left to work out the details.
Vivian made a fist and obliged her lover. She set her graceful fingers together and prodded the huge hole of Annie's dark, lustrous cunt.
She felt the thick pink rolls of Annie's cunt flesh part like the Red Sea and allow her fingers access to her sweet, wet cunt.
Vivian poked her fingers in deeper and swirled them around a bit. Her cunt felt like a velvet whirlpool. "Oh, shit," she heard someone cry.
She wasn't sure if it was her or Annie.
But the sentiment was real enough.
She poked her fingers in deeper and felt the rough, hard ridge of her knuckles ride up inside Annie's pressing big cunt.
"More," she heard Annie whisper.
And Annie never stopped probing her cunt with those wicked two fingers of hers the whole time she was begging to be fist fucked.
Vivian plunged her whole fist up inside the girl's wet, runny cunt and watched in disbelief as the pink hole opened more and swallowed her up to the wrist.
"That's great," Annie hissed, "now move it real slow. I'm gonna go off soon."
If "off was what she thought it was, Vivian would be along shortly.
She had never known such arousal ... ever.
She rocked back and forth on her hips and took the wild, whirling fingers greedily. She pinched Annie's hard rock nipples and felt Annie pinch her own firm, thick ones.
She humped Annie's fingers and pumped her fist slowly in and out of Annie's cunt. The pumping increased her arousal.
She held her head back and watched a big wave of passion roll toward shore. She rode it a long, hot distance, then felt herself thrown into the air.
"Oooooooooooh, God," she cried as the thing tossed up and greeted her. It carried her to shore and promptly drowned her in desire.
"More, more, more," Annie was screaming out loud.
Vivian pumped her fist hard inside the willing, wet pussy hole. She whirled her fist around slowly, then heard Annie beg her to do it faster.
She revolved her hand around inside the girl's cunt and felt it juice up thick and full.
She watched the girl's cunt lips throbbing and oozing cunt honey.
She watched the girl's clit split her lips apart and poke through the hood of her pussy lips. Annie diddled it madly.
"Oh, oh, oh," she heard Annie say as the girl rose up on her hips and humped her hand in furious pounding rhythms.
She felt her thud herself against her wrist and felt her whole hand take a savage wringing as she ground the girl's cunt to a roaring climax.
"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Annie said through clenched teeth.
She tossed her head back and her black mane cascaded to her shoulders.
Vivian fucked her hard and kept a lock on her tits at the same time.
The girl went wild on the end of her arm.
She jerked herself to an incredible second come, then a third.
And after a few minutes, she writhed off the wet, punishing hook of Vivian's hand and released her fingers from the girl's virgin cunt.
"You're not a bad lay," she said with a wry little smile.
"You're not bad yourself," Vivian tossed back, wondering if she would ever be the same again.
"Not bad at all," Annie said and reached down to twirl a few lustrous shiny strands of hair around her fingers, "for a girl."