Authors Note:
The two male characters in this story started in "Welcome to Harvard" which establishes their relationship. This two-part story is intended to stand alone but if you want background on them or the character Acacia who is mentioned but not met in this series then please enjoy that story before this one. These character do have sexual contact so if you can't handle m-m or f-f sex (you prude!) then please skip my stories and move on.
I decided to write this part of the story when I finished writing the first part which was intended to be complete and stand-alone. I realized I'd left Amanda in a deliciously vulnerable position and she deserved some more challenging of her boundaries before she was done for the evening. In addition, the first part stretches Jon and Marks wings a bit and they'll have some opportunity to process the events of Part 1. As such this part doesn't stand alone and you should read part one first.
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Mary and Nicole had been out having some wine at a local club. While they were underage, Mary's confidence and mature look always got them served, at least at some places. As usual, they were commenting to each other about the men in the club and flirting with a few. Neither was serious about getting laid by a man tonight, though, and Nicole was looking forward to getting back to their room. She knew Mary would expect sex tonight and she looked forward to it.
After leaving the club the two girls continued flirting and teasing, now with each other. The sexual tension was rising and by the time they got to their lobby they were laughing and running to get home. The elevator doors were just closing but Mary caught them and pushed them open. they piled into the elevator, glancing at the shy girl hunched in the corner as the doors closed.
The doors closed and the slow elevator started up while Nicole pushed the button for the fourth floor, seeing that five was pushed already. The door was barely closed when Mary smelled the unmistakable odor of sex - a mix of sweat, semen, and wet pussy. She glanced at Nicole who had clearly noticed it as well and both of them turned to look at the girl hunched in the corner. She was dressed in very preppy clothes but they were rumpled and stained and... "Holy shit," Mary thought, "Her crotch is soaking wet!"
Her face was looking down at the elevator floor but Mary could see that her hair was mussed and her makeup was smeared. As she continued to take in the sight she realized that her expensive sweater was on inside-out as well. Clearly this girl had just come from some kind of marathon fuck session. You wouldn't know how kinky this girl clearly was from looking at her conservative clothes. Mary couldn't help herself - she grinned with her lopsided smile and said in an mocking tone, "I guess someone had a good time tonight."
Amanda was shocked by the words and looked up to find both girls staring at her. She realized what she looked like - sweater inside out, hair messed, makeup smeared, skin shiny with dried cum, smelling like sex. She blushed and put her head back down, feeling her pussy dampen again and her clit tingle. 'Why am I turned on?' she wondered.
Mary considered the possibilities as the elevator continued its travel. The submissive reaction to her words and this sluts appearance gave her already excited libido another jolt and she could feel her clit swell. Impulsively (which was normal for her) she made a decision. She wanted to find out what was going on with this little girl! The door opened at the fourth floor and Mary spoke in a firm voice, "You're coming with us, slut!" and grabbed the girls arm to pull her out of the elevator.
Amanda wasn't expecting this. The tug on her arm pulled her off balance and she stumbled out of the elevator. The other girl followed behind them as the larger girl drug the stumbling Amanda down the hall. They stopped next to a doorway and her captor said "Get the door, Nicky."
Nicole had never cared for the diminutive form of her name but she had long ago given up trying to get Mary to change. Mary had called her Nicky the moment they'd met at the start of their Sophomore year as new roommates and hadn't stopped since. She opened the door and stepped through, shutting it firmly and locking it after Mary and the slut walked through.
Mary pulled the slutty girl over to a hard, straighbacked chair across from a couch and pushed her toward it. "Sit down, slut! I want to hear about your night. It looks like someone had a good time with you."
This was all too much for Amanda. She had left Jon and Nicks room only a few minutes before and now she was sitting on another chair just like the one she had been tied to there, being bossed by someone just like Jon had, and she still didn't understand why she had gotten so excited earlier and why she was thrilled by this big girls bossy voice and aggressive attitude. Hunching into herself, her face in her hands she started sobbing uncontrollably, gasping for breath and trying to hide from these new tormentors.
Nicole gave Mary a stern look and stepped over to the seated girl. Still standing she pulled the girls head to her firm stomach and comforted her by running her hands over her head. She almost pulled away when she touched the drying cum streaks but she stayed with her, trying to calm her down. "There, there," she murmured, "You're ok now. We'll keep you safe. Tell mama Nicole all about it."
It took a few minutes for the soothing attention to calm Amanda down but eventually she gained control of her breathing and the slim black girl who was soothing her handed her a tissue to wipe her eyes and clear her nose.
Mary picked up her questioning again, but with a much more gentle tone since the firm approach seemed to have been too much for the little slut. "What's your name, honey?"
"Amanda. I'm a freshman. I live on..."
"Yes, yes, on the fifth floor," Mary interrupted. "I saw the button lit up. Now how did you get into this condition - what happened to you?"
Amanda took a deep breath. She didn't know what to do. She was intimidated by this aggressive woman, but the other girl seemed so sweet. She really wanted to go back to her room, shower for about two days, then curl up on her bed and die of embarrassment about her behavior and what was done to her by Jon and Nick. "I... I... don't want to say. Please, let me leave and go upstairs. I really just need to clean up and think." She didn't consider why she felt she had to ask permission from these girls.
Nicole took over since Mary wasn't getting anywhere. From the look of her and her reaction she thought the girl may have been raped. But that didn't explain the still obvious smell of female cum that she carried. Putting her hands on the girls cheeks she lifted her face up to look in her eyes. 'Oh God, her face is covered with dried cum!' she thought to herself. "Oh sweetie, don't go hide away. Someone who's been through what you have, they have to talk it out."
Amanda considered what the girl said. 'Nicole,' she thought. 'She called herself Nicole.' "Nicole, I... can't. It was with Jon... and I was angry... and they... they..." trying to say it out loud just brought all the emotions forward again and she dropped her head and sobbed into her hands again.
Nicole took a deep breath herself and glanced over at Mary. She had learned her roommates moods and she could tell Mary wasn't going to let this go. She also knew that she'd have a better chance of getting the story out than Mary so she tried again. "You were angry at your friend? And he did this to you?"
