Author's Note: Thank you all for the positive comments and those of you who have enjoyed the series so far. If you're just joining us, well... I'd recommend starting from Chapter 1. You get to find out how Natalie, a buttoned-up, studious co-ed from the mid-West finally gets to break out on her West Coast campus. How she gets drawn into the world of wild, uninhibited sex with the help of her new house mate and friend, Andrea the Slut. How she's seduced by lust of her hunky, African-American neighbours. And how she gets to become an Anal Slut. Enjoy!
Lillith.
Chapter Five.
Wednesday.
Days after their threesome, Natalie still hadn't been able to stop thinking about it. The memory of how she felt, how she was made to feel, by Wesley and his gargantuan, black cock pumping in and out of her back door... memories she hadn't been able to banish and feelings she hadn't been able to quell.
She walked through campus. Fellow students walked by, faces looking at her, some smiling at her. Unknowing of her secret, carnal thoughts. Unaware that she was becoming a slut.
She felt different. The way she looked, the way she walked, the way she dressed. Even the way she talked. Maybe it was all self conscious but the change felt real. She felt confident, like she was constantly flirting. Some of her friends in class -- she had never been one to have a close friend -- had noticed the difference. Some had even found it alluring, curious about her sudden burst of personality, hanging on her every word. Little did they know that she was becoming a sexually awakened woman.
For the first time ever, she could admit that she loved sex. And she couldn't wait to have more of it. There was a real pep in her step. It was like she was in love, her stomach aflutter with butterflies. One of her classmates told her she was positively glowing. Asked her if she seeing someone.
Throughout the day, she was constantly buzzing with excitement. Her thoughts drifting to the lurid acts the she had performed with Wes and Andrea. Natalie was happy to learn that desire and hunger lingered long after any feelings of regret. Her feelings of shame lasted only briefly in the first few hours of the next day, less than the soreness from her overworked muscles, not to mention her overworked asshole. This new revelation and it's potential kept her in a state of excitement.
Andrea was a helpful companion, when it came to settling into the idea of being a slut. She and Natalie had been inseparable for the last few days -- their shared voraciousness having bonded them, sister-like. In addition to moral and emotional support, fashion and image advice, there was also some practical advice, like birth control, personal hygiene and preparation for sex, especially anal.
Natalie was also seeing a lot of Micah, her class mate and the one resident of Frampton House she felt most connected to. They shared quite a few classes and their time table aligned. He'd usually get a ride with her to campus. Amongst her class mates, he was also the only one who knew her secret... but was obviously cool about it, swearing not to tell anyone. Andrea explained that the Frampton boys had that in common.
She found herself attracted to Micah -- but on a more personal, emotional level, different from the raw, unbridled lust she felt for Wesley and the other boys. She wondered if he felt the same way -- and how he'd respond if he found out that she'd not only fucked Wesley, but she had given him her anal virginity. And declared herself as his anal slut. Whatever the hell that meant?
Oh god I can't believe I said that -- she thought, giggling to herself as she remembered. They were on campus, buying some coffee when the memory and words popped into her head. The barista looked at her with a quizzical expression. Andrea turned to her, enquiring as to what was so funny. Natalie shrugged her shoulders.
She turned her gaze to her left, across the cafeteria, to stare at Wesley. He was sitting on the other side with some of his jock friends, engaged in some gregarious talk, no doubt discussing sports or whatever mundane topics such jocks would. Or maybe he was telling them about his latest conquest -- his new anal slut.
Natalie felt her legs weaken.
"Do you wanna go and sit with them?" Andrea asked, breaking Natalie's concentration.
"Ummm... well.... I gotta get going to my next class,." Natalie said as she watched the five or six boys Wesley was sitting with laughing. At one point they looked over at them, raising her suspicion that they were the subject of conversation. "Hey Andi... do you think they're talking about us?"
Andrea looked over at the boys and smiled, before shrugging her shoulders. "Probably. I mean... if Wesley hasn't been bragging about what we did on Sunday, then honey there must be something wrong with him!"
Natalie threw her a concerned look but Andrea's laughter informed her she was joking. "That's not cool.." She looked around the cafeteria. No one seemed to notice her.
"Oh don't worry about it. We all have an unspoken vow... what happens in Frampton House... well you know! Stays in Frampton House! Hush, hush! Come, let's go sit by the window."
They walked through the table. Natalie turned her back to Wesley and his friends, but still felt his eyes were on her.
As soon as they sat down, Andrea shared some more of her thinking. "But he has probably told the rest of the boys in the house. Unless wanted to keep it as surprise, waiting for the rest of them to lure you in... and find out for themselves," Andrea offered mysteriously.
"Wait. What--?"
"- And as for campus gossip... that's all it's ever going to be. Why care? Rumours and gossip... You should hear some of the stories about me! Even the ones that are probably true... well all of them are probably true."
Natalie wasn't exactly filled with reassurance. And her sense of uneasiness rose when she noticed Wesley -- all 6'3 - walking over. He always had a swagger on him, like he could be walking naked in a crowd and not have a care.
"Hello, ladies," he greeted as he approached, leaning into kiss Andrea on the cheek "Hey baby girl" - before moving in to do the same with Natalie and whispering, "Hey there, my lil anal slut"
Natalie blushed but at the special greeting. He had a sway over her that she found irresistible. She smiled demurely, her thoughts conjuring his humungous cock and memories of how good it made her feel, as he sat down right next to them on their little table.
"Hey Wes... Natalie here wonders if you've been talking about us to your friends," Andrea asked.
Wesley paused for a moment as if in pondering. "Wait... I thought you wanted everyone on campus to know you are an anal slut?"
Natalie's heart sank. Andrea rolled her eyes. But then Wesley burst into laughter, shaking his head in amusement.
"Wesley, don't be an asshole!" Andrea chided him. Natalie found the joke less funny every time.
"I'm sorry Natalie. Nah, girl. You know how it is... if everyone from Frampton started talking about all the shit that goes on in there... I think you'd have a hundred parents calling to have the place boarded up!"
It made her feel a lot better. She looked up at his face, at Andrea's face and felt a lot comforted. She wanted to be with them. The other faces on campus, suddenly they mattered little. Even if they did know she was a slut.
"What about... the other guys in the house?"
He leaned in, lowering his voice. "I haven't told them yet... but Natalie, you should come over and tell them yourself," he said, his eyes arresting hers and his hand placed high on her thigh.
Natalie said nothing. She smiled as she considered the idea. The words had an effect as she felt a sudden warmth in her tummy.
"Get a room you two!" Andrea teased.
"Should we?" Wesley enquired, his gaze not unwavering from Natalie's.
Natalie thought about what to say to him. She met his gaze. "Why not here, this table looks good to me!"
Wesley chuckled, looking impressed with her retort. "You definitely have been spending time with Andrea!" He said, the lingering hand sliding up her bare thigh towards her skirt, inviting her temptation. Underneath the table, his hand was mere inches away from her increasingly damp panties. She wondered if he'd take her offer and buy her bluff -- would she have the will power to stop him from having his way with her, right here in the cafeteria? What better way to show who she really was to everyone than to be reamed on the campus table by this stud.
As she stared into Wesley's big brown eyes, her peripheral vision caught Micah approaching them. Suddenly her response came to her.
"I guess it'll have to be a rain check... got a class to go to."
"Micah! Hey!" Andrea greeted the tall wiry students with the Afro and the thick glasses.
Wesley rolled his eyes in an exaggerated fashion. "If you hanging out with Micah then you definitely have classes to go to," he joked.
Micah took the jab at his apparent studiousness playfully, throwing in a light punch at Wesley shoulder. "Come on man... we can't all get by on shit-talking and catching balls. Hey Andi."
