*Many thanks to Jill for being my inspiration for this story*
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Chapter II -- The New Girl
Nicole went to class the next day, still tormented about the way Peter had found out about Brad. It took her an entire lecture on Darwinism and social evolution to convince herself that she had only done what she had needed to survive -- well, the goal was more about sexual enlightenment/empowerment than it was about survival, but you get the idea.
She continued to stare at the lecture board in a sleepy, contented daze. She felt exhausted and her body ached all over - she also felt more sexually fulfilled than she thought was possible. The previous night had been incredible. In order to get her mind off of things, Brad had certainly put his stamina to the test and they had fucked for hours. She previously hadn't realized it was possible for a guy to come that much in one night. His sexual appetite was matched only by his incredible swimmer stamina and she had been absolutely helpless to resist his strong hands and naked abs. Needless to say, they had gotten very little sleep and now Nicole was having difficulty staying awake during her lecture. She didn't know how Brad survived. As the lecturer droned on, Nicole wondered what tonight would have in store for her. And the night after that... Fucking Brad was like a full-time job - she was going to have to take a few days off school just to recover!
She was so lost in her own thoughts, that she completely missed the new girl in the classroom. All Nicole saw at the end of the lecture was an unfamiliar but fabulous girl butt, clad in a frilly short skirt, leaving the classroom.
During the next couple of days, in which she continued to see all of Brad, Peter was thankfully absent from classes and thus, her thoughts. She also got a good look at the face attached to that new butt. To Nicole's dismay, the new girl was hot all over; tall, blond, curves in all the right places, with a fashion sense to boot. Bohemian chic, is that what they called it? When she spoke in class, Nicole heard her rapid speech, characteristic of Californians. She sounded confident, even though she had missed the first month of lectures.
One beautiful Friday morning, Nicole was late to class for obvious reasons. She had had to beg Brad to let her sleep after 3 rounds. With a huff and a puff, he had agreed to call it a night, on the condition that she would make it up to him over the weekend. Her head had fallen on the pillow, while nodding in agreement, as Brad had walked out of her room. Sneaking into the classroom, Nicole grabbed the first empty chair she could.
"Don't worry, he hasn't quite got into his usual rhythm yet; still building momentum." Said the person next to her. Nicole looked to her side to see she had ended up next to the new girl.
N: It didn't take you long to figure him out, right. He definitely wasn't born to teach.
Nicole was surprised she could put together a coherent sentence in her current state.
V: They warned me at the registrar when I wanted to sign up for the class a month into the semester. Something about how missing the first 8 lectures would put me way behind... At his pace, I'm gonna guess I missed maybe 2 lectures' worth of content. But enough about that; I'm Vanessa.
N: Hi, I'm Nicole. And no, you didn't miss much; we barely got through the first chapter, because he got sidetracked talking about Darwin and his tortoises.
Vanessa laughed; it felt sincere and warm to Nicole. Then they decided to try and listen to the lecturer, but Nicole felt too giddy to focus. She had actually, successfully made small talk with a gorgeous girl, without feeling self-conscious about her own looks. That, in itself, would have been a victory to celebrate, but Vanessa didn't turn her back on Nicole after the short banter. Throughout the lecture, they shared glances and small giggles whenever the professor went off on a tangent and lost his train of thought. By the end of the allocated 90 minutes, the girls had giggled a lot.
V: So, in case I don't see you around in the quad later today, there's a party at one of the houses on the edge of the campus, starting around 10 pm. I think you should come and party with us.
N: Umm, yeah, I'll ask Brad, but yeah, we'll be there.
V: Great, see you guys there!
Nicole hadn't meant to mumble much, but failed. All in all, she had done enough to earn an invite to a college party, which was a huge boost of confidence. If only she had anything to wear... She ran to her room, rummaging through her closet, completely forgetting that she had another class to get to.
A couple of hours later, she was dressed in a black mini skirt and a tight red tank top, courtesy of her roommate. She met Brad in the quad, whose eyes grew at the sight of her. As they walked towards the party house through the campus, he used the cover of the dark to get a good grip of her ass and let a finger slide in under her panties. Nicole was somewhat shocked at his behavior, which he completely justified by saying "I told you I liked you in a skirt".
Party was well underway by the time they got there. As soon as they entered, Nicole felt like all eyes were on them and her confidence plummeted instantly. It didn't help much, when a couple girls in super mini shorts were openly checking Brad out and then probably wondering what he was doing with Nicole. What did help were Brad's friends spotting them and quickly supplying them with alcohol. Without really asking what was in them, they all did a couple of shots, chased them with ample beer. It was enough to make Nicole's head start to spin.
Brad helped her to a couch in the corner and they both sat down. She hadn't meant to, but Nicole kind of fell on Brad's lap, giggling uncontrollably at her apparent clumsiness. She didn't even realize her phone fell onto the floor, because Brad was on her face, in her mouth, his hands in her hair. Making out while drunk was a new sensation for her and she decided she liked it.
His hands were all over her, making full use of the easy access skirt. He pushed her back on the couch and crawled on top of her. To the sober eye, he was visibly fingering Nicole as they continued to make out, but there weren't many sober eyes -- except for one pair.
"Nicole, you came!" Vanessa exclaimed, without intending any puns for what was unfolding in front of her eyes. Brad broke their lip lock long enough to check out the source of the voice. Nicole finally managed to open her eyes and sit up, trying to fix her skirt. Then she walked up to Vanessa and gave her a hug. Either she was really a nice girl, or just drunk, but Vanessa hugged back and used the opportunity to plant a kiss on Nicole's lips. What Nicole didn't realize was that Vanessa was staring directly at Brad behind Nicole's back as they kissed.
Brad was starting to see the rest of the night unfold quite nicely in his mind. He discretely pocketed Nicole's phone from the floor, before throwing his arms around both girls and led them to the bar to get a few more shots, just to get the real party starting. In between shots, he started making out with Nicole, quite passionately too, while Vanessa kept drinking and watching the two of them. The drunk inexperienced girl felt so cute and innocent in contrast to the muscular playboy; their power dynamic fascinated Vanessa, who herself was a switch and as such, easily adaptable to any scenario.
True to her West Coast origins, she said "I'm really digging your vibe right now. This party needs to move into my room." Stumbling only a little bit, Vanessa led the other two back to her room, a suite with its own bathroom, courtesy of Daddy. Before she could lock the door behind them, Brad was already back to making out with Nicole, who had more than a few questions but very little resistance to being undressed by her boyfriend. The hot girl mirrored Brad's speed in undressing herself and both girls ended up naked at the same time, whilst Brad was still clothed, albeit visibly hard.
B: Girls, why don't you lie down on the bed and get comfortable?