Someone was a banging on my door. It was two in the morning on a Thursday night. I woke up seeing red. I threw open the door ready to rant at whoever was stupid enough to wake me the night before a big test. Instead, I froze and found myself smiling dumbly.
"Hello, Tom. Do you remember me?" Kelly asked.
"Of course," I said as I tried to force my brain awake. "How is your brother Lee?"
"Fine," she replied. I noticed that Kelly looked worse than I felt. Her hair looked flat and tired, and eyes were red in exhaustion.
"It's nice to see you again, but why exactly are you here?" I asked. Almost a month passed since I visited my cousin Tara and met Kelly.
"I'm here to invite you to a party at our sorority. The pledges are becoming sisters this weekend," she explained. I still didn't understand why Kelly was here instead of Tara, but at least I understood why she looked so tired. It was her sorority's hell week.
"How did you get the job of coming and getting me?" I asked. She smiled, shrugged and yawned. She really was tired.
"Well, we each got to pick one person to invite to the party. Tara picked you and the pledge mistress sent me to make sure you come. I'm not sure why. She didn't send a pledge to pick up any of the others, but I didn't question it. It got me away from that bitch for a night!" she replied. I smiled. Emma must be getting really horny.
"She doesn't like me very much since the last visit and the chugging contest," I said with a shrug, covering for Emma. "Maybe she's planning on getting even."
"Sounds like her," Kelly sighed. "I have to get you back by dawn."
"What if I can't leave?" I asked. Kelly surprised me by looking frightened.
"You have to come with me! If not, then I don't become a sister," she replied, and then blushing added, "She said I had to do whatever it takes to make you come back with me." I wondered what Emma was going to do for kicks once the pledges became sisters.
"Well, I have a test in the morning, but I'm willing to skip the rest of my classes," I replied.
"She said by dawn," Kelly said nervously. I shrugged.
"I have no intention of skipping this test. My grade for the class depends on it," I sighed. "She'll just have to settle for late afternoon. If you want, you can call her and let her know." Kelly nodded and I showed her the phone down the hall. She came back to the room looking more tired and spent if that was at all possible, but at least she a little calmer.
"Well, the Bitch wasn't happy, but she gave in at the end," Kelly sighed. I smiled and handed her a towel, sweats and a tee shirt. She stared at me with a confused expression.
"You look like you could use a break anyway. Why don't you go down the hall to the ladies bathroom and take a shower," I offered. Kelly smiled. It was the first sign that she was finally relaxing.
"Thanks, I could use it," she replied, letting out a long breath.
"Just let yourself back in. I've got to get some sleep for that test in the morning," I said. She apologized for waking me and walked out. I slept on the floor with a spare blanket and pillow. I had a single room and although it was tiny, it was all mine.
The next morning I got up and went to take the test. It was 10:00am when I got back to the room. Kelly was still asleep, but she woke up when I opened the door.
"Good morning. Are you ready to go?" she asked.
"Slow down. There's no rush. You can relax while I pack," I replied. She nodded and stretched. The sleep and shower looked to have done some good. I quickly noticed that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were standing straight out. Kelly didn't have large breasts, but between her looks, her figure and her long dark hair, my cock began to stir.
She was still lying on the bed, nodding in and out of sleep when I was done packing. I sat beside her and started rubbing her shoulders.
"You're so tense that your shoulders feel like boards," I said. She groaned as my hands started to work her muscles.
"Oh, that feels great!" she said with a sigh. Fifteen minutes later she was just starting to really relax when she sat up in bed. "We've got to go."
"Lay down and relax!" I snapped.
"Bossy, aren't we?" she said with a raised eyebrow.
"Just do it," I laughed. She shrugged and lay back down. I returned to massaging her back. I made my way to her legs and she groaned again.
"You have no idea how good that feels," she sighed. I smiled and continued for at least another fifteen minutes. She was oblivious to everything around her. She didn't notice my stares. I wanted desperately to finish the massage correctly and rub the parts of her body that are normally off limits, but I was pretty sure she would slap me if I tried.
"Thanks," Kelly said as she sat up and stretched. "That was amazing!" She leaned over to give me a quick peck on the cheek.
I was so horny by that time that I reacted instinctively and pulled her to me. My lips pressed against hers firmly. Kelly froze for a moment before she started pushing me away with her hands. The odd thing was that she didn't try to break the kiss.
I was just about to let go anyway, when her tongue slipped past my lips. I was surprised, but that didn't stop me hungrily meeting her tongue with my own. Kelly continued to try and push me away, but I grabbed her wrists and kept kissing her. Her tongue danced about in my mouth.
I pulled her to me and hugged her. She beat on my back, but I could feel her hard nipples against my chest. I massaged her ass through the sweat pants. My hand started to slip under the waistband when she finally broke the kiss.
"No! Stop! You bastard!" she snapped. I let her go. She was panting. Maybe partially from fighting me, but I thought more because of sexual tension. "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"I'm the man you just shared one hell of a passionate kiss with," I replied. She blushed and shook her head in denial.
"I did no such thing..." she stuttered.
"Yes, you did," I interjected calmly. "Not only that, but you enjoyed it just as much as I did."
"I did not! I would never do something like that!" she replied. "That was disgusting!" I pointed to her rock hard nipples and smiled.
"Proof of your enjoyment," I said. Kelly folded her arms over her chest.
"You're a bastard!" she snapped. I shrugged.
"I can be, if that's the type of guy you like," I replied honestly.
"I don't like that type of guy! I have a boyfriend, and he's gentle and loving," she said with a little more calm. That surprised me.
"Hey, I'm sorry," I said quickly. "I didn't know you had a boyfriend. I wouldn't have kissed you if I did." My reaction surprised her.
"Bullshit," she said bluntly. I laughed. It was so unlike the Kelly I met and Tara described.
"No, really. I don't like doing stuff like that," I replied. She snorted.
"But holding me down and making love to me is okay?" she said sarcastically.
"Only if that's the way you like to make love. I'm very open minded," I replied.
"I told you, I don't like to make love that way," she said. I sighed and rolled my eyes.
"Kelly, you're one of the hottest women I know. You should have seen the lust in your eyes while we were kissing. I'm getting excited just thinking about it," I replied. She glanced down at my crotch and bit her lip in embarrassment when she saw that I caught her.
"You are a pervert!" she snapped. I ignored her words.
"Kelly, don't sell yourself short. You can like making love gentle and loving as well as rough and lustful. You should try and get your boyfriend to see that as well," I said. Kelly looked at me silently for a few minutes. She obviously came to some sort of decsion. She sighed unhappily and relaxed visibly.
"You don't know Brian. I went to give him a blowjob and he nearly broke up with me," she said, surprising me. I don't know what decided her on being so honest with me, but it was a hell of an eye opener to the real Kelly. "He called me a slut!"
'Wow!' I thought. This was a side of Kelly that my cousin obviously never met. The Kelly that Tara describes didn't even know what a blowjob was, much less call it that!
"Do you think he's right?" I asked. She looked at me and let out a long, slow breath.
"Yes, I think he's right," she finally said, looking miserable. "The first guy I was with was a jerk and a bastard, but I kept on dating him for over a year because I liked the rough sex."
"How rough?" I asked, the words slipping out before I could think about them. Kelly blushed again, but answered.
"He didn't tie me up, or really hurt me or anything, but sex with him was aggressive and lust filled. He was not a nice man and didn't treat me right. I hate him to this day, but I still miss the sex," she replied. The stress of hell week must really be affecting her. Kelly and I barely knew each other and she was sharing more with me then I thought she had with anyone else.
She was seriously upset. I decided to take a different approach.
"Kelly, I know this is going to sound odd, but you can be a slut when it comes to sex and still be a good person. Don't let Brian define what's right and normal," I replied.
"Sure, you say that, but we both know the truth. Most guys are like Brian. They want their girlfriends to be virgins or at least act as if they are," she snapped. I shook my head.
"I don't think that's true. I know it's not for me. I'd prove it to you, if it wasn't for Brian," I said.
"What do you mean?' she asked. I sighed. She was so naive and not.
