Carly Vs. Alvin and the Boys

Authors Note:

This work contains seems of non-consent, dubious consent, sexism and misogyny. These are things that should only ever exist in a work of fantasy or erotica.

The writer of this work fully believes in the sacredness of consent between partners and in gender equality.

Round Two

A few weeks went by quietly enough. I'm sure it was very clear to any prying eyes that I wasn't wearing any underwear, and the underclass boys certainly loved that. I'm sure the guys in my grad school classes noticed too. But no one said anything. I even began to talk about my choice to go panty free on my social media. It was a journey I was taking them on. My follower count certainly went up and my yoga photos started getting more likes.

Then I started hearing whispers in the dorms that Alvin had been tormenting a freshman class girl. He had gotten pictures of her and had been sending her nasty texts. Her name was Lizzy Spoof. The poor thing, I decided that I needed to action immediately. I was wearing a crop top and a skater skirt with a pair of slip-on vans. My hair was tied back into one long braid. This bull shit of his couldn't stand. It was one thing, the way he had talked to me, I could take it. But a girl that had just gotten college. No, it was too much. It was noon, so I knew his chubby little ass would be in the cafeteria. Sure enough, there he was, sitting alone in a both between two tables fully packed with frat boys. It was sort of sad to see.

I slide into the booth next to him. He looked up from his food surprised. "Excuse me, what are you doing? Uh..Carly?" he said it as if he wasn't sure he remembered who I was.

"You know who I am," I snapped.

"Um, sure..."

"You're going to stop bothering Lizzy and you're going to delete those photos of her right now while I watch."

"Lizzy who?" he asked.

"Lizzy Spoof" I snarled, I could hear chuckles around us, and I assumed it was because the jock types were enjoying a little shit like Alvin getting his.

"Oh um...well if you want me to do that, you're going to have to something for me," he said leaning close to me.

"What?"

He whispered directly into my ear, "take the index and middle finger of one of your hands and slide them right up inside your pussy right now."

"No, absolutely not," I said, appalled and the unpleasant tingle arriving again.

"Heh, I thought you wanted to champion for other girls, and I mean I can't even see it. I'll just put a hand on your forearm to make sure the angle feels right."

I turned my head to look at him sitting smugly next to me. We locked eyes.

"Well go on, I was going to upload these things to the wider web tonight."

I put my right arm up on the table and pointed to the forearm, indicating he should grab it. He wrapped his clammy hand around my arm. I pulled both of our arms back under the arm. I had to open my legs and turn myself towards him. I made to slide my fingers smoothly but quickly inside myself.

He smirked and locked eyes with me as I made contact with my womanhood. I gasped softly as my fingertips moved inside. But then there was resistance and movement a little to the left and right. Alvin was manipulating my arm, I tried to give resistance back but instead I gasped, and my legs spread further. My right leg, the one next to Alvin slid up on his leg and he chuckled before locking that bare leg between his dirty jeans.

He drove my fingers forward and then backward, forward and then backwards. Slowly, despite myself, my mouth slowly opened a little as I stayed locked in his awful, smug gaze. "Not too much longer Carly, heroic Carly."

My left hand gripped the table support underneath. My nipples betrayed me next.

"This is a noble thing you're doing letting yourself get like... I dunno fingered by me with your fingers," he said louder now. The laughter was louder now too, and I slowly looked around to see a collection of freshman and sophomore jocks and frat pledges watching raptly. My mouth took on a full "O" shape. "OH fascinating," Alvin remarked as he realized what had just happened. He kept the motions going, methodically. Then suddenly he stopped. "Good job, but I need to ask you something, did you talk to Lizzy SPOOF before you came here?" He deliberately emphasized her last name. He began to move my hand again.

"Unhhh no I came right to you as soon as I heard" I squeaked out.

He shook his head and sped up the motions. My feet arched and scrunched, my ankles moved around and then there was a thunk as one of my vans fell off and then the other.

"Huh," one the jocks said looking over, "you finger banged her out of her shoes."

Without stopping Alvin said, "You boys at the frat want them as a little trophy?"

One of the frat boys shrugged, "sure, its pretty funny." He slid into the both across from us. First, he stopped at where my left foot was pushing against the edge of seat. He lifted the foot over his first legs and smiled at me as he placed it on his crotch.

Alvin laughed and added extra movement, I moaned, and my toes wiggled, and my foot pressured gently moving up and down. Immediately a hard lump formed, and it got bigger.

"God dammnit," I gasped.

The frat boy laughed, "Find a little something Carly?" He helped my foot move around his hard on.

"Your cock," I moaned with the next set of thrusts.

"Be more descriptive, didn't you go to the Ivy Leagues?"

Alvin sped up.

"You're big, girthy cock."

"Now you know what I'm packing you're warned what might happen to you." He took my foot off of him and placed it in on the edge of the seat next to him. He collected my shoes, and then with intentional mocking slowness repeated the process. Though when he placed my foot on his mound he said, "I want you to imagine this unit, its big mushroom tip smacking you in the face. Okay?"

Alvin stopped all movement. All the other boys grew silent.

I gasped out a moan as I did imagine what he had described.

Then Alvin and the Frat boy look at each other and burst out laughing.

"That's some weird slut kink shit Carly, see you around. Oh, if you want to see your vans they'll be displayed somewhere at the frat house." He then slid out of the booth, to the high fives of his fellow frat boys and other jocks.

Alvin held up his hand to keep them from leaving. "Gentleman the punch line." He looked back at me, "You should have looked into the matter more." I didn't think you were that smart I suppose, but I thought maybe you thought you were smart enough to figure this out." He looked back at the guys. "One of you bring up the student directory, section S". He stopped manipulating my arm. The sudden lack of input made me whimper and shiver. A phone was put in front of my face. Alvin began scrolling it with his free hand. It went through all the S's. Starting with Sa and ending at Sz. I couldn't believe it. The motion started again, faster than before. "Do you get it Carly?"

I nodded furiously, "I get it, I get it," there was no one with the last name Spoof at the college. The movements got even faster.

"Christ Carly, 'Spoof' its just another word for a fake."

"Unnhh ohhhh fuck."

He placed both of hands on the table while shaking his head. "Sooo what's happened here, in detail."

"You tricked me here, surrounded by frat boys and jocks," I gasped and moaned as I talked, "you convinced me to put my fingers in myself, but then even that was another trick for you to take control of it. You've been fingering me with my own fingers so well that my shoes fell off and the frat took them. Then one of them made me make them hard with my barefoot. Now you're going to make me cum in front of everyone."

"Well almost, but not quite. I'll give you points for trying to get your little ivy league girl brain all the way there." He showed me both hands. "You're going to get yourself off," he paused as I began to orgasm. "But not in my booth," he said. As he finished the words a hand took a hold of my braid near the roots and with one mighty pull, I was tossed from the booth onto my ass just as my orgasm smashed through my body. I came harder than I ever had before. Dazed I sat there panting and convulsing on the floor. Alvin stood up and stopped in front of me, looking down. "Score is 2-0 in my favor huh?"

I was too scrambled to respond. Which made them laugh all the harder while they walked away.