I'd come to Gamba University for research for my company. My business done in the afternoon, I scanned the campus center bulletin board in search of something to do that night, maybe catch a game, a movie, whatever.
"Sisters Unite!" one small poster screamed at me. "Come listen to strong women speak about their power! All welcome."
It looked intriguing. I'd always had this thing for strong women, physically or emotionally, and I thought this little feminist get-together might be cute, fun and a great place to meet some college hottie and get laid if I played up the angle of a middle-aged man sympathetic to their cause. Liberals fuck more than conservatives, I'd always found, and though a conservative myself I didn't mind a little political agenda switching if there was pussy on the line.
I walked into the gathering at 8 p.m., held in the basement lounge area of a girls' dorm. It was dark, collegiate dark, black walls, a little black stage, dim lighting, like a coffeehouse I guessed it was when not in use by male-bashing lesbians. The stock looked good; about 10 women in all, the majority hot and young, with a couple requisite porker lesbo types leading the feminist event, hailing "women of power in a man's world!" and that sorta bullshit.
I sat in the back, by the bar, all the women seated in sofas or chairs before me. I helped myself to the cheese tray as I watched and listened to various girls get up and prattle on about women's rights, men's inhumanity to females, all the usual left-wing, college-minded claptrap.
Ginny got up to speak, a rather shy looking blonde, tall and thinnish in blousy shirt and tight jeans, but packing a gorgeous ass. She spoke of how she was always put down by men in school and how joining this little dyke enclave (my words) at college has "empowered" her, or some such thing, the usual pop psych terms young people with nothing but college to do push on people they think should know better and are determined to tell them so.
"Hey, good to see a male here," I heard a voice say, looking over to see a really cute little redhead slide onto the stool next to me and chomp some cheese and crackers. "What brings you here, have a child at school?"
"No, just here on business, thought I'd see what was going on and I must say I am taken by the intelligent discourse I've heard so far, makes me proud to know colleges are still a hotbed for radical and worthwhile debate," I lied through my teeth, eyeballing the girl, named Rita, in her tight white t-shirt, short plaid skirt and dark sandals, her creamy, freckled legs fairly glowing in the dim light. "You folks are young, idealistic and determined, and I laud you for that."
"Why thank you," Rita smiled, extending her hand, me introducing myself. "Phil, it's so good to hear a man say that, it really is."
"Rita," I gushed as sincerely as I could while casting a downward glance in seeming humility but which was actually a ruse to catch a gander of her surprisingly muscular thighs that were giving me a woody, "I, like you, am a member of the human race, my gender is secondary."
She beamed. "Wow, Phil, that is so cool," she cooed, sitting closer now, me doing likewise. "I'm impressed."
"No, it's me who's impressed, Rita," I continued, moving in for the knockout. "Hey, after this, wanna grab a veggie burger or a carrot shake somewhere and solve the world's sexist woes?"
The blatant attempt to woo her into my sexual fold nearly made me blanche, but she took it like a fish takes the worm, and later I hoped it would be my worm she'd be taking. She could spout all the feminist diatribes she wanted so long as I got to get between those luscious legs of hers, most of which were exposed now as she turned on her stool which caused her skirt to ride higher on those resplendent thighs.
"Mmmm, that sounds good, I know a good place," Rita said, tapping my upper thigh as she hopped off the stool; it's always a good sign being touched near the cock by a woman, no matter how skewed her views. "My turn to speak, you stay here and listen."
Something in her command that I stay made me instantly hard as I watched her sashay toward the stage and sit on a small couch there, mike in hand, legs crossed and one giant calf flared across the other as she spoke. Damn, this chick must be heavy into sports with gams like those, I figured.
I nibbled some more cheese as she blathered on about empowerment and not enabling men in their quest to keep down the sisterhood and of wrestling her brothers when she was younger...wait a sec, I thought, did she say wrestling?
"And my brothers learned the hard way to NOT fuck with a determined, empowered female!" Rita shouted, green eyes flashing, her red-haired bob in back bouncing as she spoke to the cheering group, however small. "They were sexist and I SQUEEZED their sexism away, so much so that one is now working for the National Organization for Women and the other is GAY!!!"
Gay? NOW? What the fuck was she talking about, I thought, looking sideways at the stage where now Rita stood, exhorting the crowd, telling them how she'd beat up her brothers wrestling and any other man who crossed her and presented himself as "a sexist pig!"
And upon delivering those words, Rita looked right at me and worse yet, pointed, all heads turning disapprovingly toward me as I sat in the back trying to get really small and succeeding only in pointing to myself with a "who, me?" look, a dibble of cheese stuck to my upper lip.
"He tried hitting on me, can you believe it, tried to have sex with a girl young enough to be his daughter at a feminist rally!" Rita shouted, snarling on the word 'sex' like she'd said 'cancer' or something equally ugly, as the other women booed, the fat lesbian couple looking especially annoyed, their fat lips curled in a sneer. "He tried to tell me he approved of what we're doing, that he's proud of us, but all he wanted, all ALL men want...is to get between...."
She looked down with great dramatic flourish at her legs, holding the mike aside and opening her thighs.
