Chapter 2 (Kelly's Story)
So I might as well have gone to the coffee shop with Wendy and Amy anyway for all the "studying" I got done that afternoon. As soon as I got back to our doom room, I stripped down to a t-shirt and panties and grabbed a water bottle and my laptop to do some cramming for that Orbital Mechanics test. Once I got my computer booted up and linked into PolyTech's local net, however, I was psyched to see how many friends and acquaintances were also online.
Especially this really cute little freshman who always blushed and smiled whenever she saw me around campus... No harm in starting the evening with a little IM break to flirt a little bit, right?
No harm at all, in fact. Turned out the "cute little freshman" had a naughty streak about a mile wide. My kinda girl.
We ended up making plans to wind up at the same party that weekend, even though I'd probably have to find somewhere to ditch Derek first. He and I had been dating for several months now, and he had finally convinced me to give the "serious relationship" thing a try.
I didn't hate it, to be fair, at least in part since he had such a fantastic body -- particularly his beautiful, meaty cock. But in a way, that cock was also the problem.
See, what I most enjoyed with him was the sex, but I couldn't help but feel like what he most enjoyed from the "serious relationship" was the sense that being with me somehow validated him, like I was his arm candy instead of the other way around.
To be honest I was getting a little sick of it. And of him.
In fact, as I stretched out on the couch to hopefully start some actual classwork, I found myself daydreaming about showing up at that hot little freshman's door out of the blue one night and just ravishing her. "Maybe tonight?" I mused to myself with a smile.
So yeah, I certainly hadn't gotten much work done for that Orbital Mechanics test, but the day sure had been quite productive by my terms when Wendy and Amy finally rolled in just after dark.
"Hey guys!" I said cheerily, maybe trying a little too hard to cover up my sexy daydreaming as they walked into the living room. "How was the coffee sh--"
I didn't even get to finish my sentence before Wendy sat down right on top of me, straddling my lap and planting me with a hot, wet kiss. "We were busy," Amy giggled over Wendy's shoulder, but it was hard to pay much attention to her while Wendy was having her way with my mouth and working her hands up under my t-shirt. It wasn't quite exactly the way I imagined my tryst with the cute freshman - the roles were reversed, for one thing - but it was close. And it was hot.
Wendy panted a little as she worked me down onto my back and played with my titties and nipples in exactly the way she knew I loved. Soon she opened her mouth to part my lips with her tongue.
Her mouth was sweet -- really sweet, like flowers or honey, and it also kind of hard-tasting, almost acidy. The sweet/spicy taste flowed into my mouth rather pleasantly as she writhed on top of me.
Our kiss was somehow viscous like honey, too -- but even though I could tell there was something really weird about it, either because of the way I spent my "study break" or otherwise, it was really getting to me. After only a moment or two of Wendy's assault, my incorrigible little pussy was creaming hard and leaking into my panties.
Wendy helped by turning her waist just enough to let me wrap my thighs around her and grind myself a little against the curve of her hips. I think I knew at the time that something really wasn't right, but even then I couldn't have cared less. It felt *great*.
She broke away and sat up just as I was really getting into it, and gently brought my right hand to her mouth and pulled my left hand down under her skirt. She was at least as turned on as I was, and I loved seeing her face soften behind those sunglasses as I firmly stroked her sex.
She sucked the first two fingers of my right hand into her mouth for a second, and then leaned forward to nuzzle and lick her way towards my ear.
She kissed my earlobe gently and then whispered to me, and although she spoke so softly I could barely hear her, somehow her words rolled and echoed in my head like thunder.
"*you will go to bed, kelly*," she breathed. I reeled, wondering what she was doing to me, but loving every minute of it.
She pulled my right hand down into my panties as she continued, telling me "*you will touch yourself*." My back arched up high as she helped slide my wet fingertips into my equally wet panties and slick them hotly across the hood of my clit.
Wendy then brought the fingers of my left hand out of her sex and up to my face. With a final lick of my ear as she rolled off me she slipped them into my mouth, whispering "*you will come, hard, over and over again, and each time you will think of me...*"
That same honey/acidy taste filled my mouth as I sucked her surprisingly thick juices off my fingers, and a head rush hit me like a bomb going off.
Like a drunkard, I staggered up off the couch and stumbled back to my bedroom, my panties a quarter of the way down, awkwardly caught around my thighs and my ass. I rolled into bed, sucking my fingers hungrily and strumming myself through the first of several mighty orgasms. All the while thinking of Wendy's hot tight ass, and her sexy little titties, and that magic, honey-flavored tongue and pussy.
* * *
It was still dark when I woke up, and I was still so drowsy it took me a second or ten to gather my wits. And to pull my pruned fingers out of my mouth...
Amy's taste was still strong on my tongue, and a gentle, pleasant ache between my legs proved how vigorously I'd enjoyed myself earlier.
I soon realized what woke me up, though - it was the moaning coming from the bedroom Amy and Wendy shared. At first I figured they were just fucking again but the moaning didn't quite sound like sex. After a few seconds it really sounded more like groaning -- like someone in pain, I realized, so I got up out of bed and walked over to their room as quietly as I could.
The groans were coming from Amy, who was curled up on top of her sheets in a fetal position and shivering. Wendy was sleeping like a rock in the other bed.
I crept over to Amy's side to see what was wrong, and realized she was running a hell of a fever,. Even through her shirt she felt noticeably hot.
"Ames," I asked quietly as I shook her awake, "are you ok?"
No response. I shook her a little harder and repeated my question a little louder.
"You ok Ames?"
I could barely hear her response, but I startled when I did. "No...." she said.
I rolled her gently onto her back, which brought a louder groan. "Ahhh...," she grunted, clearly in pain. "So SORE...."
"Sore? Where?" I asked.
"Oh-hohhh, everywhere," she groaned. "Aren't you?"
I just shook my head in response. Fact was, I felt fine. Why wouldn't I?
"Ohhh, shit," she added as a new wave of pain appeared to roll over her. "My fucking boobs feel like they're going to fucking POP..."
I carefully peeled the top of the sheet down, but I didn't see anything noticeably wrong with her breasts. It was basically pitch dark, so it was hard to make out much detail, but it didn't look like anything was obviously wrong.
"Do you see anything, Kelly?" she asked.
"No," I said. "I don't know Amy, you're really sweaty and everything, but I can't see what's the matt--"
She groaned really loud this time before I could finish my sentence. "Ohhh! FUCK!!!" she said emphatically, reaching for her lower back, and laboring to breathe. "Fuck, it's like the worst fucking cramps I've ever had..." None of us was particularly uptight about profanity, but I'd now heard more swearing from Amy in the last 30 seconds than I'd ever heard from her before in a month.
"Oh shit Ames, I'm getting really worried about you..." I said. "Do you think you need some help?"
"NO!" she shouted. "No! No doctors, Kelly, please, just go get Wendy."
I gave it a shot, but Wendy had always been an unbelievable heavy sleeper. I shook her by the shoulder and tried to wake her up but didn't even get a peep out of her.
By now, Amy's breathing was kind of labored and her eyes were screwed shut in pain, so I decided I'd slip out of the room to go get some help, and deal with her preferences about doctors later.
It took a minute to two in the darkness to find my commlink out by the couch in the living room. I had no idea how I would describe any of this to the infirmary, but I figured I'd just let the words come out by themselves once I got the night nurse on comm.
"Infirmary," said the somewhat sleepy voice on the other end. The clock on the wall read 4:37am.
"Hi," I said, "I think my roommate might be, uh, ... well, pretty sick."
"Okay. Sick how?" said the voice.
"Well, she's sweaty and shivering and she says her boobs hurt. And she's got cramps, and she's running at least a bit of a fever."
"Fever -- ok, has she taken her temp?"
"No," I said, walking back to the bedroom, "she's actually still in bed, but she definitely feels hot."
"I see," replied the voice again, "can you put her on?"
"Sure," I said with false confidence, since somehow I hadn't expected that. "Hold on a sec."
Wendy had definitely dosed me with something earlier that evening -- and while I admit I loved it, I was also pretty worried about whether she'd done the same thing to Amy. And whether I'd soon end up as sick as Ames was.
By the time I got back to the bedside, I found Amy stone still. I had this white-hot flash of terror as I instantly feared the worst -- but I quickly realized she wasn't dead, just sound asleep. And though she was still a little sweaty, she didn't seem nearly as hot. Good news, I figured, right? But weird...
"Um, actually," I said to the nurse on the phone, "it looks like she just went back to sleep."
"Okay, has she thrown up or been sick at all?"
"No, she said she was sore all over but I don't think she's barfed or anything."
