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Before Greg came along, Jasmine had said that she was going to start dragging me to parties. She was going to take me to off-campus ragers at other schools, where the only place to sleep was with whatever guys you found. Since being with Jasmine in general sucked, that idea certainly didn’t appeal to me. Maybe that’s why I felt so bad about showing up late to Greg’s dorm. He was also no stranger to parties, from what I heard, but he’d given up his Friday nights to help me out. I wasn’t sure if he was still trying to redeem his actions from tryouts, but he was really saving my neck.
And I was hurrying down the halls, wondering if he’d gone out instead of waiting for me.
“Hey” he said, opening the door before I knocked. He must have heard my footsteps coming down the hall, and the smile on his face made it hard to believe he was that put out.
“Hey” I replied with a nod. “Sorry I’m late. I had a…Sissy Camp situation.”
“Yeah, I heard” he said, just looking at me for a second before remembering the sweats in his hands. As he gave them to me, I headed inside. “My friend told me that the hottest girl he’s ever seen was jiggling across campus.”
“Yep, that’s Stella” I nodded as I headed to the bathroom. I changed quickly once I was inside, well aware that I’d already wasted enough of his time.
“Stella, huh?” he asked as I emerged in his sweats, lowering myself onto the couch as he started the movie.
Roided up movie stars. Guns that never ran out of bullets. Explosions that seemed to be nothing but plumes of fire. I needed this after the encounter I had. Especially with the game tomorrow.
“Yep. Former roommate. Current fiancee to some rich dude. Three time Sissy Camp attendee…” I sighed, not really wanting to talk more about her. People were trading cheesy one liners on screen and I wanted to focus on them.
“So she’s the reason you’re afraid to go back?”
“She’s a thin sliver of the reason. There are so many like her…” I said, making my annoyance a bit more known by the tone of my voice.
Suddenly, I felt a hand on my chin. “Hey” he said as he turned my face to his. “Don’t worry. You’re not going back. I’m going to make sure you never have to worry about that. If you ever need anything or if you’re ever in danger…“ he told me.
I raised an eyebrow. “Um…thanks. I mean, I appreciate you doing this for me.”
“No problem” he said with a certain intensity as he looked down into my eyes.
“Good…want to let go of my chin now?” I giggled.
Realizing how serious he’d suddenly gotten, he let go and let a smirk grow on his handsome face. “Sorry.”
We watched the first half of the movie, laughing at everything that was absurd and enjoying everything that was cool. I have to admit that my natural laugh is a bit more like a giggle these days, no doubt thanks to Sissy Camp’s modifications. But I didn’t feel as self conscious about it next to him. Maybe I was just used to him, maybe…
Anyway…
As our hero, bloody and beaten, hid away to prepare for a final assault on the bad guy’s base, I caught Greg doing that thing again. He wasn’t looking at the screen. He was just staring at me, and I didn’t know why.
“Hey…” I said dryly.
He blushed a bit as he was caught. “Uh, hey?”
“Is there something in my teeth or something?”
“No, no…you’re perfect. Don’t worry.”
I nodded and turned back to the movie. As it turns out, the answer to being outgunned was to get more guns and shoot all the bad guys with them. Cliches are cliches for a reason, I guess, and I was just glad to have something so simple to rely on. The good guy always wins. The bad guy always loses. Greg is always there to bail me out.
Although tonight was a bit more awkward than our usual hangs.
When the movie ended, I grabbed my phone to look at the time. “I think I’m safe to go back to my dorm” I said, standing up and stretching.
“Are you sure? Can’t be too careful. And I wouldn’t mind a double feature…” he offered hopefully. But I shook my head.
“Game tomorrow. Need a good night’s sleep.”
“Right, right…” he said as I went back into the bathroom. I wasn’t sure what odd vibe I was picking up but I knew it was there. I was pretty sure I was giving it off myself. So I quickly took off his sweats, losing their comfort and his scent as I hung them on the rack. Here I was, naked. Still no massive muscle growth. If anything, working out had just made me a bit more slim, much to my chagrin. I looked down to my chest, to my curves, to my butt. I didn’t want to, but some part of my brain was quietly comparing my own body to Stella’s and not just to give thanks I wasn’t as bad as her. Shaking that off, I went to put my dress back on. And when I bent over to grab it-
Huh.
There was a box in Greg’s trash, a big box which he had probably thrown out when he hid away its contents somewhere more discreet. But it was there. It was magnum condoms.
Huh.
I put my dress back on, trying to banish that insistent little thought from my head and finally getting ready to head out. So I left the bathroom, finding Greg by the door, waiting with an awkward smile. He must have felt the vibe too.
“Good luck with your game. I’ll be cheering for you” he said as I approached the exit.
“Thanks. I’m starting, so I’m going to need it.”
“Starting!” he smiled, looking positively ecstatic at the news. “Samantha, that’s awesome.”
“Thanks. And thanks for…all this. And to think I thought you were a total douche when we met. You’re just 80% douche.”
“And 20% what?” he grinned.
“20% none of your business” I smiled back despite myself. “Can’t you let me thank you?”
“Fine, fine. If you insist” he chuckled.
“Anyway, I should get going. Big game tomorrow.”
“Good luck.”
“You’ve said that…” I giggled. “Bye.”
He moved to let me through, getting out of the way. I hesitated for a moment, wondering what was so weird until-
I felt his hand on my chin.
I saw him step out in front of me.
I saw his shadow enveloping me as his larger frame moved close to mine, as his hand tilted my head up and as-
He kissed me.
I think even he was surprised by it. I know I was. But it seemed like time stopped there, and the second when our lips touched lasted an eternity. It felt…warm? Electric? Sweet? I couldn’t quite place it because it seemed like a billion reactions and emotions were suddenly vying for my attention. I could hardly think. If I could, I probably wouldn’t have accepted it that way I did, leaning my head back as he put his arms around me, closing my eyes as he held me tight.
It felt…right?
A blissful peacefulness came over me that made me realize just how high strung I’d been overwise, just how downtrodden I’d become. I felt his lips on mine, his hands on my sides, his warmth against my warm-
SLAP
“What the heck, Greg!?” I exclaimed as the initial shock wore off.
What cared how it felt!? He kissed me! A guy kissed me!
“I’m sorry, I just thought-”
“You thought! How could you think that was a good idea! I mean, you know me and…” I trailed off. This wasn’t happening. He hadn’t kissed me. I certainly hadn’t liked it!
“I was just getting a vibe and-”
“No!” I snapped, even if he was right. That was the vibe. That was why things were so weird. “I’m leaving…I just…ugh!”
I stormed out of his dorm, strutting down the hall in my heels as he watched me leave. What had happened? Had I seemed like I wanted that? Was I giving off that impression? I nearly stormed straight back to my dorm before realizing that I couldn’t handle these questions on my own. I certainly couldn’t handle them if Jasmine was waiting for me.
So I took a detour, shaking my head and muttering curses at myself until I reached Abby’s dorm.
KNOCK.
KNOCK.
“I told you, I’m not going out! I have a game tomorrow!” came her shout through the closed door.
“Abby!”
Silence was her response to that. I heard footsteps on of the other side, then the click of the lock-
Then I saw the door open, and her standing in the doorway with a concerned expression. “Aren’t you supposed to be with Greg?”
I nodded. “Can I come in?”
Without hesitation, she stepped aside.
“Do I have to fight him too?”
“No, but if you punched me it might help” I muttered as she closed the door behind us and as I sat on her bed. “He kissed me…”
“Oh…” she replied. “So I should hit him?”
“No, I think…I think I led him on?” I offered.
“Oh, not this…you’ve been a girl for a few months and you’re already blaming yourself for a guy’s actions” she joked as she came to sit by me.
“No, it’s just…I’ve been hanging out with him all the time and I guess he’s liked me that whole time and I just…I didn’t hate him kissing me…”
“Oh…”
“And I should hate it! I should despise it! I should be wiping my tongue clean with steel wool. I definitely shouldn’t be thinking about it right now!”
Abby sighed and put a hand on my shoulder. “So…you like guys?”
“No, I…I’ve been so focused on just surviving, and I don’t really have great equipment down there anymore and…I haven’t given thought to dating or which I like and I haven’t really wanted to. Because…I don’t know. Maybe some part of me knew I was at least a little bit not straight anymore.”
“So are we thinking bi or…”
“I don’t know!” I said, burying my face in my hands. “Stupid Sissy Camp…couldn’t they have left me anything?”
I sat there, doubled over and wallowing in my own confusion. I wasn’t sure if it was the hypnosis, the hormones or some combination, but I kept telling myself I didn’t like Greg, and I kept not believing it.
Then, as if it was all happening anew, I felt Abby grab my chin. She leaned in and kissed me, reaching for my breast and giving it a firm squeeze. It was certainly…something. She was a good kisser, probably better than Greg, but despite that…
“Nothing, huh?” she sighed.
“Sorry…”
“Well seeing as I’m hot, and bi enough to know how to touch a girl, I’d say you’re in trouble.”
“Ya think?” I shot back.
“Well, not trouble” she said with a consoling tone. “But something to get used to. Or I could keep going until we’re really, really sure you don’t like girls” she offered, making it clear she wasn’t kidding about the bi thing.
“I apparently need it, but no thanks.”
“Need it? Oh, let me guess. Greg made you realize just how pent up and down bad you are” she snickered.
“Hey!”
“Sorry, sorry…” she smiled. “But don’t worry. You may not be into me, unfortunately, but you’re still my friend. And what are galpals for if they can’t share” she said, bending over the bed and grabbing a shoebox.
Inside was a bong, a fake ID and-
“No!” I protested.
She held the wand with a wicked grin. “You’re not leaving that bathroom until you do it. Come on, you’re wound so tight that you could eat coal and shoot diamonds out the other end. We need you loose tomorrow and quite frankly, you’ve been through a lot. You need to destress.”
“I am not using a vibrator!” I hissed at her, trying to keep my voice low.
“OH, DID YOU HEAR THAT!? SAMANTHA ISN’T USING A VIBRATOR!” she shouted. “Calm down, everyone is out partying. You don’t need to use hushed tones.”
“Still!” I hissed with even more emphasis.
She stood up and brought me to my feet, opening the door to her bathroom and then standing in front of the exit. “You can try to get past me, or you can thank me after” she offered.
I grimaced.
“I know you think this is cute or funny but I’m not laughing.”
“Neither am I” she countered, raising a challenging eyebrow.
I stared at her for a second and then deflated. “I swear if you tell anyone about this-”
“You’ll kill me. Right, you are totally capable of killing me…don’t worry. I won’t tell anyone. Just don’t moan too loud. I’m sure there are still some people in these dorms” she teased.
I went into her bathroom and undressed, sitting on the toilet and realizing I had no idea what to do. I wasn’t even sure how to turn on the vibrator, much less how to use it.
“Start at medium and try your…little thing” said Abby through the door.
“ABBY!” I snapped.
“Hey, just trying to be in your corner” she offered.
Shaking my head, I turned the dial halfway, hearing the BZZZ of the wand and looking down to my tiny nub.
Here goes nothing…
I pressed it down against it, not expecting anything after months of limp inactivity. But what I felt was a warmth, like my entire body was being submerged in a hot tub whose warmth penetrated the deepest parts of my being. It was pleasant, even if it was strange. I wasn’t used to this kind of stimulation affecting every part of my body. It was almost as if the flesh against being touched was an afterthought with all the holistic sensations I was feeling.
I squirmed on the seat, breathing a bit heavier as I turned up the wand. If medium felt like this, who knew what a higher setting would feel like? I cooed and pressed it harder against my shrunken member, which seemed to do nothing in response despite the intensity of my feeling. It was climbing up and down my entire body, flooding my every cell, working my every nerve as the feeling drove me wild.
As if by instinct, I reached up and felt my breast, squeezing and kneading it as I breathed in halting breaths. I was practically bucking on the toilet as I lost all sense of time, marinating in the feeling as I worked myself. I wanted more. I needed more. So I reached for the dial and turned to the the highest setting, pressing it down and-
“AH!!!” I gasped, moaning as I gyrated in my seat.
I tweaked my nipples.
I gritted my teeth.
I groaned and whined and closed my eyes and looked at the ceiling.
And, despite myself, I thought of Greg. I thought of that kiss…
And then I cried out.
I wasn’t sure what was happening, but I stopped bucking. In fact, my legs turned to jelly, shaking as I went stiff and felt myself reach the plateau. It was more powerful than I was used to. It lasted longer. It, like everything else, seemed to exist in every part of my body, from my fingertips to my curling toes.
Then, I spurt clear from my tiny nub.
Sitting there in the afterglow, feeling the lingering feelings slowly fading into the background and then fading away entirely, I wondered what the heck my life had become. Was I really doing this? Did I really feel this way? How had I ended up here…
“You okay?” asked Abby through the door.
I sighed and stood up, getting dressed and wiping my clear liquid off the floor with some toilet paper. Then, I opened the door.
“Here” I said, pushing the wand into her hands without room for argument. “See you tomorrow…”
She didn’t let me pass. “And?” she asked, tilting her head.
I glared. “And…thank you. You were right. Okay? You happy?! You were right…” I grumbled, pushing past her and out into the halls.
“You’re welcome!” she called after me.