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Deviant Dorm Rooms Ch 17

Deviant Dorm Rooms Ch 17

by whanmore
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This is a story loosely based on my experiences in college. Loose enough that this could be called fiction. Names and dates have been changed. All characters mentioned in sexual references are 18 years of age or older. I hope you love my characters. Enjoy!

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Tuesday (Fall Break)

Ash woke up, feeling relaxed, albeit hungover. She turned over and saw Monica's neat empty bed. It was 11:30 and both she and Monica were supposed to be at the DePauw basketball stadium in an hour.

Ash didn't have a car, having ridden down to Cloverdale with Monica, and she was beginning to get concerned as it grew the closer it got to game time. She was finally ready to leave with twenty minutes until 12:30, but still no sign of Monica and she wasn't answering the phone.

Ash grabbed her camera and headed to Cheyenne's room, knocked and received no answer. Growing frustrated and nervous Ash mulled around the lobby and was just getting ready to call Cheyenne when she spotted Shirley hustling down the hall.

She was back in her USI sports jacket and was carrying her sports bag. Her face was flushed red and she was combing her hair to the side as she walked briskly toward the door.

"Shirley!" Ash called out. Shirley was so distracted she hadn't even noticed Ash in the lobby. She looked shocked to see Ash. "Can I ride with you?"

"Is Monica not back?"

"She's not answering her phone."

"Ugglhh!" Shirley groaned.

"How did you get back?" Ash asked.

"I... uh, caught a ride back with Levon," she said sheepishly. "Um c'mon, you can ride with me."

Ash was concerned about Monica but Shirley assured Ash that Monica could take care of herself.

"There you are," Cheyenne exhaled when she saw Ash and Shirley rushing into the gym. "What're you-? Where's Monica?"

"We, I --" Ash began.

"She's running late," Shirley cut in.

"Wow, of all the days," Cheyenne grumbled as Shirley went over to join the team's training staff.

The teams were warming up and Ash could tell Cheyenne was frustrated. Cheyenne was due up in the booth, but was concerned about her primary responsibility which was getting the photographs for the team.

Just then Ash spotted Monica rushing in.

"Sorry, sorry Soooo sorry I'm late," Monica said, hustling over.

"Doesn't matter," Cheyenne said, looking up at the countdown clock. "Just get ready. Same gameplan as last time."

Cheyenne gathered her paperwork as the girls pulled out their cameras. Ash got ready to take her position.

"Oh no!" Monica moaned.

"What is it?" Ash asked as Cheyenne came over.

"My... fucking battery's dead."

"You gotta be shittin' me, Monica," Cheyenne growled.

"I'm sorry," Monica said, again. "Ash, do you have an extra?"

"Um... My other battery's on the charger in the room."

"Shit!" Monica said.

"We don't have time for this," Cheyenne said, as the game announcer began introducing the anthem singers. "Ash, you're gonna have to take game pics."

"I can... go grab her battery," Monica said.

"Whatever," Cheyenne said. "Do what you gotta do. I'm headed up."

With that, Cheyenne strolled off with her papers and Ash got into position as Monica rushed out of the gym. Ash felt bad for Monica but was thrilled to be taking photos of the championship round.

Once the game started, Ash strutted up and down the sideline with her camera around her neck, snapping as many photos as she could. The game was competitive and CJ, USI's star player, was keeping the team close.

For Ash, it felt surreal to see CJ in this professional setting, as she couldn't stop thinking about his half-naked frame smoking weed at a party less than twenty-four hours ago.

Ash did a slight double-take when she spotted a bespeckled white girl sitting a few rows behind the USI bench. Her big boobs jiggled under her sweater as she politely applauded the Eagle basketball team. Ash's stomach clenched, as she remembered watching that same girl, with CJ's giant cock down her throat.

At one point, the freshman Jabari scored a tough layup and fell to the floor at Ash's feet. She glanced down toward his midsection and, with a jolt to her stomach, remembered his large dick with Monica's small hands jerking him off.

By halftime, USI held a slight lead and Monica still hadn't shown up. Ash was filling up her camera with fantastic shots. By the fourth quarter, USI was stomping Indiana State and the starters were celebrating on the sidelines.

It was during a lull point when Ash saw Monica rushing back in. With the game wrapping up and out of reach Monica only managed a few pics before time expired. When the Eagle team gathered for trophy pics, Ash was thrilled to be in the center taking a championship photo. That was until Monica tried muscling her out of the way so she could snap the money shot.

Ash, who got the photo she wanted, wasn't worried. Cheyenne had made it perfectly clear how disappointed she was in the older student and Ash had plenty of fantastic pictures from the game.

While on the game floor taking pictures of the players and their celebrating families, Ash was able to overhear chatter of a party later that night. Indeed, through their jubilation, many of the players made it clear they hoped to see both Ash and Monica there.

At one point Ash even got to pose with the championship trophy. After a few minutes, Cheyenne came down from the radio booth.

"Good job girls," Cheyenne said. Ash could tell her voice had grown slightly hoarse. "There's a little get-together at the hotel with the staff. Drinks and snacks and stuff."

"Oh cool," Ash said.

"Yeah, you two head back and I'll see ya there."

The girls bundled up and headed to Monica's car.

"Well that was a shitshow," Monica grumbled as she sped off.

"What happened to you? Where were you at?"

"I got....ugh," Monica sighed. "A little too wild last night."

'Yeah no shit, bitch,'

Ash thought.

"They tried to get me up... but I couldn't move," Monica said, shaking her head. "How do they get up so early... and then play a basketball game?"

Ash assumed she meant the basketball team and held her tongue. She decided to change the subject.

"So who's gonna be at this hotel thing?" Ash asked.

"Who cares? I'm not going."

"Huh? Why not?"

"Didn't you hear the guys? Championship party... on DePauw's campus! We've got to go."

'

Didn't this girl learn her lesson last night?'

Ash thought.

She was not thrilled at the prospect and was all too happy to split away from Monica once at the hotel. The celebration at the hotel was full of coaching staff, trainers, reporters and a few of the younger players in their championship t-shirts. The teachers and students were enjoying pizza and soda, but Ash had decided to take some pics of the celebratory smiles and hadn't eaten much.

By the time Cheyenne arrived, most of the food had gone. Ash was talking to some of the athletic trainers when she saw Cheyenne through the crowd, her face beaming at Ash. She fought through and surprised Ash by bending down and pulling her in for a hug.

"I got offered a job!" Cheyenne said, breathlessly after releasing Ash.

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"That's...fantastic!" Ash yelped, taken aback. "Uhm...where with who!? The radio station!?"

"Oh my gosh, No!" Cheyenne said, still smiling but with a more satisfied look in her eyes. "I'll tell you all about it. Where's Monica?"

Cheyenne looked around the large crowded room and Ash's eyes went wide. Monica had bolted shortly after joining the festivities. As Ash stuttered, one of the assistant coaches hurried up to Cheyenne.

"Hey, congrats! Just heard the news!"

"Thanks, so much!" Cheyenne said. "Guess we'll be talking a lot more here."

"That's right!" the coach said. "You'll do great. You're perfect for the spot."

He walked off and Cheyenne beamed down at Ash.

"Look, we've got to celebrate," she said. "Go grab Monica and meet me in like thirty. I'm starving."

Before Ash could say anything, Cheyenne was swept away by some professors from USI who had just joined the ever more crowded celebration area. Ash turned and looked around. She hadn't seen Monica since they'd gotten back to the hotel.

Ash returned to her room and, finding it empty, sent a text to Monica. She told her that Cheyenne wanted to get food and asked where she was. A few minutes later, with Ash scrolling her phone, she received a text back.

< Been here at DePauw On Rector. Tell me where?

Ash frowned at the text and sent a question mark. She wasn't sure what Monica was talking about. She changed clothes and plopped on the bed.

Still no reply.

After a few minutes, she turned on the TV, and lost track of time while waiting.

There was a rap on the door and Ash answered expecting Monica to come rushing in, but it was Cheyenne, looking very cute. She was wearing a dark blue, pencil skirt with a gold waistband. Her top was a white, sleeveless v-neck, that showed just a little bit of cleavage.

"Wow you're lookin'

cute

," Ash said, opening for the professor.

"Thanks, Ash," Cheyenne's eyes smirked at her student. "You look great as well."

Ash was in black, ripped skinny jeans with a brown oversized sweater, tucked into her front.

"Are..? Where's Monica?" Cheyenne asked, peeking into the open bathroom door.

"I don't know," Ash said. "She texted something about

Rector?

At Depauw? I don't know what that-"

"Uglh! Let's just forget it," Cheyenne said.

It wasn't until this moment that Ash realized how much she was looking forward to an evening with Cheyenne. Her stomach sank, and her face fell.

"It's a small town," Cheyenne said. "If she wants to find us, she'll find us."

Ash looked up, wide-eyed and beaming.

"You ready?" Cheyenne asked. "I finally found a good place to eat."

"Charley's?" Ash asked, remembering the chicken sandwich.

"No, not Charley's," Cheyenne said, shaking her head and laughing.

"Do I need to pack my things?"

"No, the school's booked for one more night, with the game starting after 11."

"Really? They booked an extra day?" Ash asked as the two left.

"Oh..yeah. After the first year, they did this... it was a disaster," Cheyenne said. "USI learned its lesson."

"I guess the athletics always have funds," Ash said, under her breath.

"Ya got that right," Cheyenne said.

Ash, riding in front of Cheyenne's Jeep, let her mind wander and she thought about her classmate. Ash never thought of herself as particularly responsible, but compared to Monica... She was an upperclassman and Ash couldn't believe how irresponsible she seemed.

*

At a random apartment suite near DePauw's campus

"Bands 'll make her dance,"

the music pumped.

"Bangs 'll make her dance."

Monica was sitting on the couch in between Jabari and Mac. She was completely stoned yet still she smoked the blunt and allowed the basketball players to rub her toned legs over her sexy colorful pants. The guys were only half paying her attention.

Though she was only in a brown tube top with spaghetti straps, they were more focused on the thick black girl, who was circling the pole dancing in her pink bikini.

'If you could call it dancing,'

Monica thought.

The girl was strutting around the pole, awkwardly stepping and crudely shaking her ass and hips in a poor attempt to be sexy. Her heels slid when she stomped and her arms flailed offbeat, as though she didn't know what to do with them.

"Bands 'll make her dance!"

The college chick was certainly attractive, with a nice round ass, full tits that bounced under her pink bra. But as she grabbed the pole and tried her best to do a sexy strut, Monica grimaced. She looked at the guys to her left and right. Jabari had a pained expression on his face watching the girl shake her booty.

Mac had closed his eyes and started shaking his head at the floor. Monica had to fight back a laugh before one of the other basketball players on the other couches yelled out over the booming base.

"Tenisha! Girl, what is you doin!?"

"What!?" she said, her two left feet coming to a stop and she glared at the starting point guard.

"You need to get

off

that pole, bitch!" he yelled.

Jabari tucked his laughter into his t-shirt while Mac just nodded at her.

"Really!?" she looked put out. "It's the fuckin song that -"

"Girl ain't nothin wrong with the fuckin song," Mac yelled out to the law enforcement major.

"Come sit yo ass over here!" the point guard said, holding out his blunt.

Tenisha crossed her arms and stomped over to the couch, trying to look dignified. It was hard to do considering her jiggly ass that followed her over to the couch and her boobs that were puffed up near her chin.

"Who's next!?" CJ yelled from the far end of the living room.

"Gone 'head Monica," Jabari whispered.

"..oh noooo," Monica chimed, her stomach twisting into knots of nerves. "No.. no.. no.."

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"Come on, Monica," Jarbari said, as the 6-foot-8-inch Mac tried pulling at her hand.

"Yeah!" CJ yelled from the back. "Don't act scared now. You weren't actin like that last night!"

Monica blushed, remembering her behavior and realizing CJ was indeed in the room, albeit distracted with a set of pink lips around his cock the whole time. Monica stood, on wobbly legs; whether from the weed, nerves, or alcohol she didn't know.

She looked over at CJ, shirtless on the far couch. The team's star player was flanked by two girls. A black girl, in a green bikini sat to CJ's right and a white girl wearing only her glasses and panties sat to CJ's left. The white girl's face was gobbling his huge cock but CJ's eyes were on Monica. His eyes traced down her legs to where her pants flared out at the bottom, then back up and lingering on her tits, wrapped safely in her string tube top.

Monica turned her back on the room, feeling incredibly nervous as she grabbed the pole. She had never danced on a pole and feared she'd look worse than Tenisha, even as the guys egged her on. But Monica was not totally unfamiliar with hip-hop music and when one of the year's most popular songs came on, her confidence skyrocketed.

The horns blared.

Monica grabbed the pole with both hands.

A lighter flicked.

She arched her back and spread her legs. The guys held their breath.

"No Ceilings, y'all,"

Lil Wayne said, as the horns faded. Monica stuck her ass out and waited for the beat to drop.

"Pop that pussy and shake that ass!"

Lil Wayne hollered.

"Pop that pussy and shake that ass!"

Monica wasn't the most confident dancer, but she was confident in her body. She bounced on her toes and made her ass rock to the beat. She kept her back arched so her pussy popped, even under her clothes.

"Damn Tenisha!" Jabari hollered. "How you let that white girl show you up?"

As the guys whooped and hollered, Monica's pride grew. Luckily the song lyrics were pretty explicit in what she needed to do.

"You gotta pop that.. pussy and shake that.. ass! Pop that.. pussy and shake that.. ass!"

Keeping her legs straight, Monica bent over, her hands sliding to the bottom of the pole. With her ass in the air, one of the guys clapped his hand on her asscheeks, startling her but also making her pussy clench.

"Take them off," Mac yelled over the music. "You the only one with clothes on."

Monica straight and turned around heart pounding. Mac was right. Next to CJ, the black girl's tits were jiggling as she and her white topless friend were working CJ under his shorts.

As Monica swayed her hips and her thumbs hooked into her pants, her eyes fell to the other couch. Levon, another freshman, was squeezing Tenisha's right tit. Even as Levon pulled Tenisha's other boob out of her bikini, Levon's eyes were watching Monica.

"Lookin fo a bitch with some sexual healin,"

the music sang.

"Open up her mouth, bitch'll catch it like Braylen."

She slid her pants down, past her thighs, then her knees, while keeping her hips flexed and her body moving. Mac helped her get the pants off her ankles, and then Monica was only in a tube top and a red thong.

She turned around and went back to shaking her ass for this side of the large living room. While Jabari and Mac cheered her on, Monica had a pretty good view of the other half of the room. Against the wall one of the black student trainers was getting his dick sucked by a Hispanic agriculture major.

In the kitchen nook area, the team's only white player alternated kisses between two gorgeous black girls. His white cock was out and the two girls' black hands were jostling for position. Monica kept her ass shaking and, through the smokey fog, she could see Shirley in the back room; door wide open.

Shirley was on her hands and knees, in a bed with her lips around a black dick while another drilled her from behind. Monica's pussy went into overdrive, and that was before Mac reached and started rubbing her pussy through her thong.

CJ was watching Monica get more and more into it. His younger teammate was rubbing her pussy and the photography major was doing less dancing now and more gyrating. CJ looked at the stunning black girl to his right.

"Whatchu need

zaddy

?" she asked, eyes wide and hopeful. CJ chuckled and, while staring at the black girl (he was sure he could remember her name if he tried), he pulled his white girl's face off of his dick. He immediately shoved the black girl's head down and she swallowed his wet cock.

"Hey, Courtney," he whispered to the topless white girl with huge, pale titties. "Go show her how it's done."

While CJ started jamming his cock down the black girl's throat, Courtney stood and sauntered over to Monica. When Monica stood upright, Courney's topless body was right behind her. Monica was startled when Courtney pulled her in close, but she regained her composure and the two started grinding.

Monica wrapped her arm around Courney's back and CJ wasn't surprised when Courtney reached up to lower the thin straps on Monica's tube top.

* *

Ash figured they were headed to the Putnam Inn. Most teachers mentioned the restaurant as a local favorite but Cheyenne drove past it. A few minutes later they pulled into a smaller restaurant just outside of town.

"I really wasn't feeling like a big crowd after all that," Cheyenne said, answering Ash's unasked question.

"I get it," Ash said.

They marched inside. Ash was nervous but walked in lockstep with her teacher. They were quickly seated and were soon greeted by a server asking for their drinks.

"I'll take a margarita, with sugar," Cheyenne said, eyeing the drink specials and handing the lady her I.D. "And she'll have a..."

"Same," Ash said, whipping her fake I.D. out of her wallet and showing the server.

She carefully eyed both cards, returned them and said she'd be back in a few.

"Okay," Cheyenne said, with a sly smile. "I was

not

expecting that."

Ash blushed and the two looked over the menu until the drinks came. They ordered and then Cheyenne stared at Ash as she sipped her drink.

"So what, you just walk around with a fake I.D. all day?" Cheyenne asked.

"Well, you know me," Ash said, smiling to herself. "Gotta stay prepared."

"Good thing too," Cheyenne said, thinking about the day. "I would've been screwed, if I had to do pictures. I owe you one, for

sure."

Cheyenne took another big gulp of her margarita.

"I can't

believe

Monica," Cheyenne said.

"Yeah, what was up with

that?"

Ash asked, noticing Cheyenne had drunk more than half her margarita.

"And now you see why I needed

you

this time," Cheyenne said. "Honestly she's..."

Cheyenne didn't know where to go with that thought. Thinking about her once favorite student's recent performances had her feeling...

disappointed

?

Frustrated? Angry?

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