Author's Note: I tried writing part 6 to this story on three separate occasions and every time I felt like it was missing something. Then I read over the story and realized that I rushed chapter 5 to get Bridget back to Diana without giving her any real experiences, or adding anything to the story. One comment said that I can't build anything from it, and they were completely right. So to move forward in the story I've decided to rewrite the entire chapter from scratch. This way I can hopefully add some worth while elements to the story and help it progress more organically.
I want to apologize in advanced for the editing, I am sure I missed more than a few errors, I've gone over the story a few times and there is always more to change. But I decided to release it now because I know some of you have been waiting for so long. I hope you won't be too disappointed by the fact that it's a rewrite. As always I want to continue this story to make it better but I know i'm not a great writer, so all constructive criticism is welcome. Thank you all again for the support.
This story includes many kinks and fetishes as well as references to some of the more extreme ones like scat, so if you find those things offensive or off putting this may not be to your liking.
I couldn't believe Diana kept her end of the deal. Here I was in an Ivy League college, far away from her and my spineless father. My summer with Diana felt like a distant memory, or a bad dream, as if it didn't really happen. Finally, things would become normal. I was in control of my own life, for the first time ever and it felt great.
The entrance to the college was grand, it was like nothing I had ever seen before, it was like some billionaire's castle, not a school, but I wasn't complaining. I was ready to forget about my past, and move on, and this seemed like the perfect place to do it. However, my past had a way of following me wherever I went. I found that out when I knocked on the door of my new dorm.
"Hi, you must be my roommate, wait a minute you look familiar. You look like a chubbier version of this girl I went to high school with, OMG, wait, Bridget is that you?"
Of course, this was happening with my luck, I thought to myself.
"Amanda, hi, what a crazy coincidence," I said immediately feeling filled with shame, as I remembered Diana rubbing my clit and pleasuring me while we looked at her pictures.
I felt so weird thinking of that while she was right in front of me, I just had to get that thought out of my head and focus on her standing before me, but then I couldn't help but look at how hot her body was.
She had gotten even better looking if anything, her body was completely toned, her waist tiny, giving her a true hour glass figure. Her boobs looked a bit bigger and perkier than I remembered, and her thighs were thick but muscular like an athlete. But she was still just as mean, I know I had a bit of a gut and my butt and boobs definitely got bigger, but she was just being plain rude.
"You must be surprised to see me here right, I mean I wasn't very smart and my parents definitely aren't rich like yours. But... I got a scholarship! Thanks to cheer-leading. Isn't that amazing." Amanda said boasting.
"That's awesome, great, just great," I said knowing this was going to be a problem.
The dorm wasn't as private as I was hoping, it was one large room with two beds in it, but they weren't separated by any walls, there was a kitchen living area adjoining and a bathroom, in the back of the room. I was hoping to get some privacy after feeling so exposed the last few months but I guess that wasn't going to happen.
-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
University itself was actually quite boring, I thought people there would be passionate and open minded, but everyone seemed for the most part either stuck up, and only cared about partying, or they were spending all their time studying trying to keep up with curriculum which was intense to say the least.
I made a few acquaintances, but no one that I could consider a close friend. For the most part every class I had was extremely boring, and I felt like I was spending all my free time trying my best not to fail. There was one class that was a bit interesting, it was a foundation course available to every student, and me and Amanda were in that class together.
Strangely enough Amanda was always saving a seat for me and calling me over to sit with her. It had seemed that she had a hard time making friends who weren't in her program, and it was also painfully clear, that she wasn't smart at all. She had a hard time understanding basic concepts of the course, not to mention her writing was terrible.
So it was obvious to me that she was trying to become my friend for me to help her. I wanted to be strong and just say no when she eventually asked, because she was a horrible person, but for some reason I just couldn't, I couldn't tell her off, and I actually ended up helping her.
I don't know why I did it, but I couldn't really say no to her. I guess I still had this huge crush on her even though she was so mean. Probably because she was my first major girl crush, the one that made me realize I was a lesbian in the first place.
I wanted to exercise and lose some weight since all my clothes became tight but I just didn't have the time, and all the fast food I was eating didn't help either. I don't know how Amanda found time to go to the gym every day, and I certainly don't know how she kept up with her strict diet. I had heard that the fashion program was actually really easy and the foundation courses were the hardest part, so I guess that was true.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------
I eventually met a few people who I would exchange notes with and eat lunch with a couple of times at the food court on campus but we never really became close except for one girl from the group. Her name was Kimberly, she was a short, black girl with a big upper body but a huge lower body, to call her pear shaped would be putting it lightly, and to call her chubby would be a huge understatement. Her thighs were so big that she sort of wobbled when she walked and even though she was pear shaped her belly was still bigger than most, I guess she was just plain obese.
She was always super nice to me though, always kept a seat for me in class, always waited on me to have lunch and was always interested talking and learning more about me. This made things a bit difficult with my past, but I managed to tell her mostly the truth while leaving out any details that she didn't need to know.
She would message me all the time, she was definitely becoming a bit over bearing but at the same time, she was one of the more down to earth people compared to all the snobby rich, pretentious people in my classes. Everything I understood why she was so friendly when she asked me to go with her for drinks after a late exam at a bar right off campus. We were having a fun time and I'd drank more than I ever had my entire life, which wasn't a lot, but I didn't need a lot to feel the effects.
"So have you hooked up with any yet?" Kimberly asked.
"What?! No of course not, you'd know if I did I talk to you all the time." I said insisting.
"True, we do talk a lot, I can't imagine when you'd have the time," Kimberly said laughing, "But don't you find anyone attractive? You must be into someone?"
"Hmm nope I've just been really focused on my work," I said.
"C'mon you can fool me with that good girl bullshit," Kimberly insisted.
"Oh yeah what makes you think I'm not just some good girl for real?" I said teasing her.
"I can just tell, plus it's always the quiet ones whose parents kept watch over them, that are the freakiest! What about those guys by the bar, they were checking you out, you like any of them?" She asked.
"No way! They're definitely not my type." I said shaking my head feeling really tipsy.
"Ha, so you do have a type, c'mon spill, what's your type?" Kimberly asked.
"Well, fine my type is less manly, and by that I mean, the kind without a penis," I confessed to her, laughing and blushing. This was something I hadn't really told anyone.
"Finally, I was waiting for you to come out to me," Kimberly said.
"You knew?!" I said shocked.
"Babe it's painfully obvious that you're a lesbian, it's why no guy has tried to hit on you yet, and the guys here will have sex with just about anything with a vagina," She laughed, "So now tell me the truth you must have a crush, tell me!"
I don't know if it was just because I finally had someone to talk to about these things or if it was the alcohol but I felt more open to telling her about my crush on Amanda. "Well there is this one girl, but she's kind of bratty, and I don't even think she's a lesbian, I see her all the time but she's way out of my leag..."
I was stopped mid-sentence by Kimberly's long wet tongue being shoved down my throat, while one had was grabbing my face and the other was touching my leg. I quickly pushed her away hoping not any people notice.
Although it was obvious the group of guys from across the bar had seen and were having a good time watching the quick show.
"What's the matter, it's okay I'm a lesbian too, you don't have to worry, I feel the same way about you too," Kimberly said.
At this point I was so angry, I just blew up, for one thing, I hated being the center of attention, and I wasn't ready to be outed like that, and also I couldn't believe she did that.
"What?! No I wasn't talking about you, I was talking about Amanda, you know my roommate with the crazy fit body," I said.
"What?!" She said shocked, "Wow so what am I not fit enough for you, or is it because i'm black? Or do you just like girls who are a complete bitch to you, is that it?" Kimberly asked clearly enraged by me turning down her advances.
"Honestly you're just not my type, I'm sorry," I said trying to defuse the situation.
"Tell me exactly what about me isn't your type? You've been flirting with me all semester, and leading me on, do you get off on some kind of power trip," She asked speaking to me in a rough a louder voice.
"What no of course not, I had no idea you liked me, or that you were even a lesbian, I promise," I said.
