By popular demand. This follows directly off the "Chad Takes a Gymnast" story; go ahead and read that first if you want, but you shouldn't need to. I've got to say, this story went in an unexpected direction.
Enjoy!
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The walk from my fraternity house over to Quannack Hall seemed longer than usual. It was balls-hot that evening, even with the sun long gone; the humidity made me want to do nothing more strenuous than sitting in a beach chair with my feet in a kiddie-pool, a beer in one hand and some bitch's tit in the other.
But it wasn't the heat that was making me dread my arrival there. No, I was worried about how I'd be received. I'd been seeing Julia, a chick over in Quannack, for like eight months now, and she'd started introducing me around as her "boyfriend." That was fine, but it explained why she'd been so pissed when she'd walked into my room last night and found me dicking Britney, that Chinese girl who liked to hang around at our house.
It's not like Julia and I were exclusive: for starters, she'd been the lunchmeat in quite a few sandwiches I'd made with my buddy Joel. I assumed she'd fucked around a little on her own, too, like when she went home on vacations or when she was out in the field with her ROTC crew; the bitch was insatiable. Hell, we'd met during a party at some other fraternity, long after midnight, when the lightweights had gone home and I'd heard that some ginger-headed freak was giving out free blowjobs in the kitchen. So I'd gone back to see if I could get sucked, wondering just how desperate the bitch would have to be to do something like that. Probably some fat, acne-riddled chick from one of the sororities, invited out of pity.
You can imagine my surprise, then: my future girlfriend was an absolute knockout, a tall athletic young slut with freckles and a sharp, pointy nose. Fucking cutie. Unbelievable ass. She'd been wearing tight jeans soaked by the beer she was kneeling in, topped off by a tight white tanktop that showed deep cleavage. Some other chick, a friend of hers named Justine, was standing loyally behind her, holding that gorgeous red hair back and looking as though she was ready to take over when the slut's mouth got tired.
Not that that seemed to be necessary. The ginger was proud and confident as she knelt, her back totally straight and her hands resting lightly on the jeans of some guy from the basketball team as she had him deep. I think I fell in lust right then, seeing her dark eyes half-closed, even before I got in line and stepped up to shove it past her lips.
She'd said nothing to me that night beyond asking my name, smiling as she took me in and proceeding to give a very competent and efficient bit of brain. Justine looked curiously down as her friend choked on my rod.
"Dude," she observed, sounding cold-sober, "your dick is all bent."
"I know," I grated, feeling the ginger's hand on my sack. "Shut up." Bitch had nearly spoiled the whole thing; I'd been relieved when the ginger hadn't commented on my erection's rightward twist. Justine had been incorrect; I wasn't "bent," more like "curved." It certainly didn't seem to matter to most of the chicks I'd banged, as Justine herself found out, firsthand, a couple nights later.
But ever since then, I'd been pretty faithful to Julia. Certainly I'd never cum into any other snatches, as far as I knew: I thought of myself as a one-woman man. If I was dating a chick, my cum was all hers. Any other slit got a rubber or, if one wasn't available, a quick withdrawal and a slimy mess on the stomach, or the ass, or the face, or in the mouth, or wherever.
That was my own personal rule, and with Julia I'd only broken it once. I'd gotten balls-deep into her roommate, a gymnast named Marie, and I hadn't been able to stop myself from shooting into her tight, able pussy. But Marie didn't count: Jules herself had put me up to that one, and had been standing over by the sink taking care of herself while Rie and I did it.
That had been a week ago. Marie had been pretty awkward about it since then, except when I'd guilted her into letting me go down on her a couple nights later, as we waited for Jules to get home from a late class. Oh, she'd been into that alright; her twisty, toned little body had just about broken my neck when she writhed off my tongue. But she wanted absolutely nothing to do with my dick; I think it was a little too big for her.
And then, disaster. I hadn't meant to fuck Britney; hell, I'd been avoiding her steadily for about ten days, since the two of us had hooked up after the annual Toga Bash. I'd screwed her a few times with Julia passed out on my floor nearby, and even though I hadn't unloaded in her snatch I still felt kind of guilty. She and Julia were friends, after all; they were both in the early childhood education program, and took a lot of classes together. I had no idea where Britney lived, but it definitely wasn't on the second floor at the Quan with Jules, Rie, and the other future preschool babysitters.
How was I supposed to know that Jules would get out of class early? Or that Joel would let her in? Or, hell, that Britney would even be there that night? We'd all been sitting around watching the big screen, the boys all giving equal time to that Chinese whore and some other girl called Tammy; when I'd ended up with Britney in my lap, and she'd reached right down and effortlessly given me a boner, well, what the fuck was I supposed to do? She'd already had me like three times; it's not like I could make up some bullshit excuse.
Julia had watched for a few seconds as I exuberantly plundered Britney from behind, my brain trying to make sense of why my girlfriend would be standing in my doorway, before she'd smirked and walked out, dragging Joel behind her. I had no doubt she was going to give him a revenge fuck, and I couldn't blame her.
Britney hadn't cared; she'd been in the middle of an orgasm, her sleek body quivering, those skinny hips just begging for my cum. I'd let it go on for a few more minutes before I'd spurted my load across her smooth ass, massaging it into her rectum before trying to think of what I should do about Julia.
I felt bad. I mean, I assumed Jules knew I'd been banging other bitches, but we'd never really discussed it and she'd never seen me do it. So this evening, as I walked toward the front door of the Quan, I actually had a dozen flowers hidden behind my back. They were carnations (I'm a cheap bastard), but she wouldn't care.
The early childhood ed floor was the second one, and usually I just took the stairs. But this time the elevator was already there, open in the lobby, so I headed right in and punched the button before anyone else could hitch a ride. I stared impassively as some freshman, laden with books, tried hard to get to the 'vator before the doors closed; I could have hit the DOOR OPEN button, but why should I? The doors clumped shut just as the freshman got there, the books spilling out of his hands as he stopped short. "You motherfu-" I heard, smiling as the 'vator pushed me smoothly upward.
I was not normally the kind of guy to do anything as clichéd as bringing flowers to a wounded girlfriend. In fact, I'd always been more the kind of guy whose approach to wounded girlfriends had been to simply dump them. But I was growing up, and trying to become a better person; also, I really liked Julia. She was a fun, smart girl with red hair and a firm round ass, both of which were worth something. And she fucked like a nuclear explosion. So I wanted to keep her around.
As soon as the elevator doors opened on the second floor, though, I knew I'd have an uphill struggle. I knew it before I even fully processed the scene in front of me. I knew it from the vibes, hanging ugly in the air of the floor lobby like a bad fart. Specifically, I knew it because every single person who lived on that floor, including the two men, was gathered there listening to an RA. And as the door opened, every eye in the room swiveled right at me. And once enough of those eyes recognized me, well, that's when the bad vibes started.
I had the flowers behind my back, but a dozen carnations would only be invisible behind a man significantly fatter than me. So there I was, framed by the elevator door with petals and baby's breath fanned out behind me. I sought out Julia and Marie, soon finding them sitting miserably on the floor at the front; Julia just glared at me in fury, while Rie looked down at the carpet. The RA, stopped in mid-sentence, pursed her lips at me in extreme disapproval.
