Over the next few weeks, Autumn made its full arrival at Perion University.
The leaves on the maple and oak trees that adorned the university quads shifted to shades of red and yellow, then began to float one-by-one to the ground. To Kelsie McCollum, it seemed as if her hopes and dreams had fallen along with them.
After that nightmarish scene in the basement of Pi Pi Pi, Kelsie had given up on sorority rush altogether. Even though she wanted to trust that Cooper Deering's promise--we would never spread such a secret--was legitimate, Kelsie hadn't been able to bear the thought of continuing to walk through every sorority house on campus as, in Kelsie's mind, every single girl in each house looked at her and Alexia and knew what they had done.
Plenty of tears had been shed between Alexia and Kelsie in their dorm room. Alexia remained guilt-stricken for, in her own mind, having betrayed Kelsie so deeply. Kelsie's repeated--and authentic--pleas to her friend that she in no way blamed Alexia for what had transpired only increased her bestie's guilt.
Still, Kelsie would never stop absolving Alexia, and Alexia would never stop wanting the best for Kelsie. Their bond, sorrowfully, pushed forward, pained but strong as ever.
For the two girls, the whole situation had been compounded by their quick realization, in the wake of that mortifying evening at Pi Shop, that they had never actually had a chance of entrance into Pi Pi Pi. Hindsight was, mercilessly, 20/20. The entire ordeal, it was now clear, had been a menacing power-play by Cooper Deering. To Deering, Kelsie was a bug that needed to be skewered on her stiletto heel. The dominant female force on this expansive campus had, in her own jade eyes, needed revenge...for the deep humiliation of that first football game.
From the moment that the Perion Predators had first secured the services of Chris Weathers, Deering had gazed off into the future and plotted a potential life path alongside Weathers--that is, if Weathers was worth plotting a path alongside. But the giant boy's heroic comeback performance in the opening game had confirmed that the hype was real. Fame and fortune as a professional football player were suddenly very real possibilities for the shy mountain of a quarterback. Deering no doubt believed that, with a snap of her perfectly-manicured fingers, she could make this her future as well.
But then Deering, in front of the whole world, had watched Chris Weathers stroll right past her as if she didn't even exist.
At the time, Kelsie hadn't been able to remotely process the perceived slight that she had been committing. Now, the small-town girl understood all too well.
Today, in the present, it was even more obvious just how much Cooper Deering had her eyes on Chris Weathers. That was obvious to everyone. After each Predators game, the whole campus could see, Deering seemed to find her way alongside Weathers, grabbing him around the waist and reaching high to run her fingers through his sweating hair. But much more importantly, people knew that Cooper Deering was after Chris Weathers because of how often she was here, in Howard Hall.
Kelsie and Alexia's torment at what they had been forced to endure was magnified by the fact that, in the weeks since, Deering had descended from her ivory tower at Pi Shop to actually visit a lowly dormitory. Several times a week, she would glide through the doors of Howard in a luscious array of sensual outfits: The yoga pants that perfectly hugged the silhouette of her butt; the tight skirts under her color-coordinated pea coats that drew the eyes of every boy as Deering ascended the stairs; the luxury-brand athletic coordinate sets, tops unzipped halfway down her chest, that could reveal just enough if Deering would only lean just a little further forward...
Cooper Deering would make her way up to Chris Weathers' room on the second floor, knock on the door, and disappear inside. Beyond that point, no one knew what was going on between her and Weathers...but literally everyone could, and did, guess. For Kelsie, it was humiliation on top of humiliation.
Aside from a few scattered glimpses, Kelsie hadn't even seen Chris since that night, let alone talked to him. Without ever formally addressing it between them, Kelsie and Alexia both implicitly understood that the escape of this secret would be horrible not just for them, but for Chris.
Clearly, to the local, and even national, sports media, Chris was developing into the classic archetype of the humble heartland prince. He spoke few words, yet insisted on waiting to answer the questions of even the most junior reporter or the smallest news outlet. He displayed zero ego and resolutely directed any praise that was sent his way to his teammates. As a sports figure, Chris was easy to love. He seemed, above all, to be a great athlete who was also simply a good person.
In her heart, Kelsie firmly believed, even now, that this was who Chris actually was...but she also knew that tales of a sordid sex session in the basement of the most seductive sorority house on campus could torpedo this image in a second.
And so, Kelsie McCollum stayed well away from Chris Weathers' dorm room. She stayed well away from his entire floor. In truth, Kelsie stayed away from most things. She didn't socialize much with the girls on her own floor, apart from Alexia. By-and-large, Kelsie kept to herself: She travelled to and from her classes each day, did her homework in her room, and listlessly proceeded, day-by-day, through her existence at Perion.
The only exception to this monkish routine came during the several times a week when Kelsie would go to watch Alexia practice with the Perion Flag Football Team. The Flag Team members didn't actually practice, or play, in the massive Perion football stadium. Instead, they used the Perion varsity soccer field, which had a single set of bleachers on the home sideline akin to what Kelsie had seen at high school football stadiums back home. On grey autumn weekday afternoons, Kelsie would sit in the bleachers, alone, and watch her vibrant friend perform on the field.
For Kelsie, it was pleasant to watch from afar as the girls gelled as a team. Alexia, with her overflowing personality and lusciously-powerful play, stood out as a team leader at all times. But Alexia--and to a much lesser extent, Kelsie--had already formed bonds with several other team leaders as well. Chief among these were two girls whom Kelsie was already quite fond of watching each day from the stands.
First, there was the lithe, dark, fleet-footed majesty that was Bridget Orikeke.
Bridget--or "Kaykay", as her teammates lovingly called her--was almost, to Kelsie, like a taller version of Alexia: So curvy, so powerful, so loud, with a stunning face accentuated with defined cheekbones, full chocolate lips, and hazel eyes, and topped with rows of braids that Kaykay often dyed bright blue-and-gold, the Perion Predators colors.
Kaykay was a fountain of confidence, personality...and sexuality. To hear Alexia tell it, her own lusty exploits were nothing compared to Kaykay's. This girl wanted sex. With men, with women, with multiple partners at once: Orikeke did not care.
But if Kaykay wanted you, watch out.
One day, after practice, as she luxuriated on the bleachers in her form-hugging blue jersey and athletic shorts, Kaykay had hungrily filled Kelsie and Alexia in about a threesome that she had just engaged in with two hulking linemen from the football team. Each man was apparently even larger than Chris Weathers...and Kaykay had dominated both of them, at the same time.
In the Athletic Center cafeteria during lunchtime, Kaykay had summoned each man to her dorm room at midnight with the same whispered message: Tonight, I DECIDE whether or not you get to cum. This was not two jocks coercing a pliant co-ed into being added to their "body count"; to Kelsie, it sounded more like two cowed, obedient penises submitting to the will of their new master: Kaykay.
From the moment that nearly 600 pounds of pliant male flesh had arrived at her doorway, Kaykay had been in control. She had answered the door wearing long, white stockings that ascended midway up her sumptuous chocolate thighs...and nothing else.
Kaykay had demanded that the men strip and cram themselves side-by-side onto her bed. Then Orikeke had used her glistening, bright-pink tongue--she eagerly displayed it to Kelsie and Alexia during her retelling--to slowly tease up and down the pulsating underbelly of each enormous penis until it reached its full, throbbing length. These dicks were now effectively nothing more than long shafts of black marble waiting to be ground into powder against Kaykay's clitoris--and this, effectively, was exactly what had happened. As Bridget recounted her escapade, Kelsie couldn't help but wonder if this girl had ever used her own hand on herself: Kaykay seemed like a woman who needed to straddle something, the kind of girl who required force to orgasm.
The threeway had reached its literal climax when Bridget Orikeke lay back on her bed, shoved the head of one boy between her legs, and practically smothered him as she drove her clit against his lips. Kaykay described the power she felt as she mercilessly made this man the instrument of her own pleasure, and how it had driven her over the edge into a violent, screaming orgasm: "I came so hard, I about broke that boy's neck!"
Kaykay had then demanded that the other man kneel beside her and furiously pump his desperate, imprisoned penis with his own hand until, at last, with a guttural moan, he released himself onto her midnight-hued chest...as she stared into his eyes and intoned, between vibrations against his friend's mouth, "Your cum belongs to ME now."
