This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this story are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Christy hurried into the cafeteria as soon as it opened. She was absolutely starving. The girl hadn't eaten anything since Claire's cherry pie the night before. She looked over at the table by the bay window that she and the girls had claimed as theirs and saw that it was empty. Christy breathed a sigh of relief. All she wanted to do was eat and get back to her room as quickly as possible. She grabbed a couple of chicken sandwiches and a cherry soda and made a beeline to the table. Even before she opened the wrapper on her sandwiches, she opened her laptop.
The screen flickered to life with the image of two girls frantically scissoring. Christy glanced around to make sure no one was nearby and put in her earbuds. The sounds of their moaning and sighing filled her head as she studied every curve of their beautiful bodies. She loved the shape of their thighs, and the way their legs intertwined. She grew mesmerized by their undulating hips and the wet slapping sound of their pussies mashing together. She gave the video a 'thumbs up' and moved on to the next. This one had a nun on her knees licking a school girl's bald snatch.
"Holy fuck," Christy whispered to herself, sort of ignoring the irony, "Lesbian nun porn?" She couldn't take her eyes off of it. She had been raised Catholic and even had several nuns as teachers in high school. The thought of Sister Lois bending her over and licking her pussy after she had just given her a paddling was so good that Christy couldn't help but to squeeze her crotch through her jeans. Christy gave this one a 'thumbs up' too and favorited it as well before clicking the next video.
"Where you been all day, girl?" Yvette seemed to just appear at the table with her tray. Christy jumped and slammed the laptop closed.
"What?" Christy exclaimed, "Where have I been? I haven't been feeling so good today. Sick or something, I guess. Just spent the day in bed mostly."
Yvette seemed to stare at her a bit too long before she changed the subject.
"So, have you seen your roommate? You think maybe Sandra is sick too?"
"I don't know," Christy mumbled, her fingers drumming anxiously on her laptop. "How should I know?"
If Yvette had stared a bit too long before, she was positively glowering at Christy now.
"Christy, what were you watching on your laptop?"
Christy's heart began to pound in her chest. She wanted to tell Yvette that it was none of her goddamn business and to leave her alone, but she knew that would have only made things worse. Yvette was not one to leave anything alone.
Thankfully, she didn't have to say anything as Rebecca approached the table.
"Good afternoon ladies," the primrose brunette said as she sat down beside Yvette. "I trust you are all well."
"Some better than others, I suppose," Yvette said, not taking her eyes off of Christy.
"Look, I gotta go." Christy grabbed her laptop and rushed out of the cafeteria.
"Hmm," Rebecca commented as she took a sip of her iced tea. "What's the matter with her?"
"Same thing that's the matter with everyone else." Yvette said, "Including us, I think."
Rebecca looked over the rim of her glasses at her friend. Yvette was a smart, beautiful Latina who wanted the world to think she was just a tough, uncaring bitch. But Rebecca knew that under that intimidating exterior was an intelligent and caring girl who was deeply protective of those she considered her friends. Rebecca truly loved her, she only wished that Yvette would be a little less superstitious.
"Aren't you overreacting a bit," Rebecca said. "What happened to us last night is . . .difficult to explain, I will give you that. But everything else isn't."
Yvette did not seem convinced.
"Listen," Rebecca continued, "I met this 'mysterious' Jodi today in my French class. She is no more a 'brujah' as she is a ghost. Actually, we had a lovely conversation."
This perked Yvette's interest.
"About what?"
"Oh, all manner of topics. Her French is impeccable. She doesn't even need to be in the class, but there was some mix up with her high school credits and so she has to take French. She even offered to tutor me. We are going to meet up Friday in the library."
"Sounds like you two hit it off," Yvette said with only a hint of jealousy. Rebecca chose to ignore it.
"We did. And to answer the question from this morning . . . that was her and Amy."
"What?" Yvette stammered in disbelief.
"I know. She actually apologized about it and everything. And she was the one who brought it up! Turns out she is a lesbian and, apparently, so is Amy."
"Oh my God, what did you say?"
"What could I say? A person's sexual preference is their business, not mine."
"Yeah, but people don't just blurt out 'Oh, by the way, that noise you heard this morning, yeah, that was me eating my roommate's pussy till she came all over my face. Sorry about that!'"
"It wasn't like that!" Rebecca said, pushing Yvette's shoulder playfully. "We were talking about our roommates. I started by telling her about Stacy and she talked to me about Amy and how the two of them had grown very close in just this short amount of time. It was actually very romantic."
Yvette rolled her eyes, "Romantic? It didn't sound very romantic this morning. It sounded like she fucked the living hell out of the girl. And besides, Amy doesn't seem like one to kiss and tell and I bet she will be none too happy that Jodi told you any of this."
"What do you mean?"
"I had biology with Amy today. She and I were assigned as lab partners. We got some project we have to work on over the next few weeks. We started talking and she told me why she had come to Franklin College. Turns out her mom is an alum and that she was good friends with the president. But the reason her mom sent her here was because she had caught Amy with her boyfriend getting a little too comfortable with each other. She didn't get into details, but if I had to guess, I'd say momma caught one of them with their pants down."
"So her mom freaked out," Rebecca said, picking up on where this was going, "And sent her here to break them up?"
Yvette nodded as she took a bite of her pizza.
"And it apparently worked," Yvette continued, "But not like mother dear would have hoped for. Now she's getting morning head from her roommate instead of having to give it to her boyfriend."
"That is fucked up," Rebecca said.
"Yep. Almost as fucked up as how much you and me have been talking about eating pussy lately."
Rebecca gave Yvette one of her patented "not-this-again" stares.
"Chica, stop and listen to me!" Yvette said in frustration. "You know I never once believed Stacy and her silly ghost stories because there was no reason to. You know me! You know I don't just go off and get crazy. But after last night, and how everybody is behaving today. Sandra up and running out of psych class right as we started talking about sexual preferences; Stacy looking like someone had run over her dog. Hell, even Christy is acting weird." To prove her point, Yvette grabbed the still wrapped chicken sandwiches and tossed them on Rebecca's tray. "Look at this, she didn't even take them with her!"
"You are overreacting." Rebecca said, casually removing the sandwiches from her tray. "What happened to us last night was just like some super strange coincidence and nothing more. The problem is you are letting it eat at you so much that it's making you see things that just aren't there."
Yvette could barely control her anger as she got up from the table.
"I am not making this stuff up, Becca!" she yelled so loud everyone in the cafeteria turned and looked at the two of them. "You of all people should know that!"
Rebecca immediately regretted her choice of words. When Yvette's father first touched her all those years ago, Yvette had told her mother. Her mother didn't believe her, told her she was making it up because she was a horrible little girl who just wanted the attention. Yvette had shared this with Rebecca one night after the two had gotten a little too drunk and shared way too much. Of course, if it hadn't been for that night, they would not be as close as they were now.
Yvette stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving Rebecca sitting uncomfortably alone. Rebecca's cheeks flushed as she looked around the cafeteria. Fortunately, it seemed nearly everyone had the decency to turn their attention back to their own business. Nearly everyone, save a strange girl who was sitting by herself several tables away. The girl had a round, moon-face and glasses that were almost comically too big. She was staring at Rebecca rather intently, so much so that Rebecca averted her own gaze, hoping the girl would do the same. Rebecca finished her iced tea and glanced back in the moon-faced girl's direction.
The girl had, it seemed, just disappeared.
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Aimee Archer had been sitting at her usual table in the cafeteria when she saw the scene play out at the table by the bay window. Though she had only ever spoken to Amy, she had been keeping a close watch on all of the girls from the third floor of Lillian Hall. What she witnessed tonight only underscored what Aimee had feared all along. The Convergence was affecting all of them, even herself. Well, that's what Aimee had started calling it anyway: the Convergence. Made it sound all scary and official. To be fair, Aimee still wasn't entirely certain what exactly was going on, but she knew she had a better idea than any of the rest of them. Everything that she had come to believe was based mostly on conjecture, speculation and flat out guesswork. And despite spending the past three years trying to decipher her mother's incomprehensible journal, or all of the other evidence she had recently uncovered, Aimee still had way more questions than answers.
But she knew she was on the right path. Too many things were lining up, too many coincidences were happening, too many things her mother had warned her about were coming to pass. She had to act soon. Time was running out.
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Christy knew she had to go to work in the library. Mrs. Glenn was expecting her. But every time she had an orgasm and thought about closing her laptop and doing something, anything, besides masturbating, she would be pulled back in by a new video or a lesbian live-stream. She was frantically rubbing out another orgasm, this time to a really hot lesbian porn music video she had discovered, when the door to her room opened.
"Christy? I thought you'd be at the library already," Sandra said.
Fortunately for Christy, she was up on the top bunk and sort of under the covers. She jumped when Sandra came, but it didn't look like the girl was aware of what Christy was doing.
