Accepted Ch. 04

This is the continuation of Sasha Milovic. I know it's been quite a while since Chapter 3, but fear not! I have not forgotten about Accepted, life just happens to get in the way sometimes. I've worked on Chapter 4 for quite awhile, but the world outside of the internet just wouldn't let me finish it until now. I hope it was worth the wait, and thank you for all of your kind words.

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Bzzt, bzzt!

I woke up to the sound of my phone only to be greeted by a splitting headache.

"Fuck," I muttered to myself, rubbing my eyes and temples. I hadn't drank like that in years, and now I remembered why: the morning after was not fun. Finally opening my eyes, I surveyed the room. Alex was still passed out, face up in her bed across from me, her covers sliding off just enough for her breasts to be in full sight.

We had both crashed pretty hard last night, but as she was still pretty drunk, she stumbled around the room before getting completely naked and falling into her bed. Due to my "situation," I had to put a bit more thought into how I would wake up in order to not blow my cover. I slid into some athletic shorts and a tank top before getting to sleep, but my morning wood had worked its way around the opening of the shorts, breaking free from behind my panties and standing straight up.

My head was pounding, but my throbbing member was doing its best to distract me. Lying flat on my back, I bent my knees a bit and spread my legs, giving myself just enough room underneath the covers to see my completely shaven body. Gazing past my cleavage, my pink manicured fingers gripped my cock gently, sliding up and down the soft skin. I moaned lightly, and turned my head towards Alex. Her pale pink nipples and tan breasts rising up and down as she slept with her blonde hair covering her chest every-so-slightly. I focused in on her breasts and replayed last night again in my head. Instead of Lucy, I pictured myself sucking on Alex's nipples, and pounded myself close to orgasm.

Precum had spilled out of my cock, coating the shaft in its slick liquid. I moved one hand down to the base of my shaft, allowing the other hand to slide over the wet head. My silicon tits flopped out of my tank as they were pushed together by my arms. I felt that familiar feeling building from within, and quickly turned to my side as I finished myself into my hand.

Although not as much as last night, a few thick streams shot out from my cock and into my palm. I cupped the sweet, salty cum and brought it into my mouth, licking my hand clean before laying back down and staring at the ceiling. Swallowing my own cum had become almost an obsession. There was something about the sweet taste of sex that was just so satisfying.

As my erection subsided, I turned back towards Alex. Thankfully, she hadn't moved at all. I smiled to myself, adjusted my tank so that my nipples were once again concealed, and then reached for my phone.

4 New Messages

Did I message someone last night? I thought to myself. I didn't think I did, and the only people who I would have talked to were out with me. I opened my inbox and saw a message from Lucy and three from Sarah. Lucy's was nothing but a quick "Had fun" type of message that was apparently sent as we were walking back. Now that I thought about it, I could have sworn I had replied to her but I didn't see any follow-up. I opened up Sarah's texts and realized that I had messaged her last night instead of Lucy. Fuck.

Sasha (1:31 AM): Had fun too. And thanks for being so cool about everything. Have a good night!

Sarah (6:47 AM): lol is this for me?

Sarah (6:53 AM): wait, sasha did you hook up with someone last night? wtf happened?!

Sarah (7:31 AM): you better wake up because I need to know what you did over there. call me when ur up

I couldn't lie to Sarah, but I was both embarrassed and, frankly, kind of scared about what happened last night. My first day as Sasha and I had already been found out. I went from incognito girl-mode to 'lesbian transgendered girl' in a matter of hours. I hadn't thought of the ramifications that might have on the next three years here, but with Sarah's messages it was all starting to hit me.

Overwhelmed, I grabbed my phone, tucked myself back into my athletic shorts, and got out of bed. I fumbled around for a pair of flip flops and left the room. With a white tank, no bra, blue shorts, and messy hair and makeup, it was obvious I had a long night, but I didn't care. I needed to talk to Sarah and couldn't risk someone in the dorm overhearing me. I made my way outside and sat down at a picnic table next to the building. I took a deep breath and dialed Sarah.

"Why good morning, missy," Sarah greeted me with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. "Now, I've gathered that you were up to no good last night, so how's it going over there?"

I couldn't help but smirk as I heard her voice. "Well," I said slowly, figuring out how best to explain everything to her. "I kind of failed at laying low. I hooked up with someone last night."

"Get out!" Sarah yelled into the phone. "Wait, with who? With a guy?"

"Ew, no," I said quickly, "with this girl at a house party last night. She's a lesbian."

Sarah laughed at my defense. "Hah, well that's totally normal. I've made out with a few girls too at parties. There's something about drinking and girlfriends that just always bring out the gay in a girl..." she trailed off.

"Um, yeah. Well, we did more than just make out. We had sex."

"What?!" she burst out, stammering for her next sentence. "You had sex with her? So she knows that you're a guy?" I could hear her becoming frantic on the other side.

"Well, yes and no—"

"What do you mean 'yes and no,' did you fuck her or not?"

"I mean, yeah, I fucked her. But she thinks I'm transgender. I was really drunk and she started coming on to me. I got nervous and then she felt up my skirt and asked if I was transgender. What could I say? She's a lesbian, so I'm guessing a trans girl was the most obvious jump for her to make."

Sarah took a long pause before responding. "You know," she finally said, in a much calmer voice than before, "this actually is better."

"How is this better?" I replied, staring up at the outside of my dorm. "I mean, it makes for a good cover-up but I just totally complicated the next three years of school here."

"Sasha, listen. You actually made this easier for yourself and I can't believe I didn't think of this earlier. You look like a girl right now, but if anyone were to look at your driver's license or birth certificate, it would show that you're a guy. Now, I'm not saying that anyone should ever think a transgendered person is making things up, but by you claiming to be transgendered they have no right to remove your scholarship. A trans girl is every part a girl as a quote-un-quote normal girl. Now, you shouldn't let everyone and their dog know that you're trans, but I would definitely look into a LGBT club or talking to a counselor there to solidify your story."

"That's a lot to take in, Sarah."

"I know," she said reassuringly, "think about it. But I think you are completely set on keeping your scholarship now, right? Embrace being Sasha. Now," she said abruptly, "tell me about last night."

"Oh god," I groaned as I rolled my eyes. I told her about the girls I met, how the guys kept eyeballing me, and briefly described the sexcapade with Lucy. Soon, I realized that it was almost 8 am, and people around the dorms were beginning to stir. We said our goodbyes and I headed back to the dorm.

Without thinking, I tried opening the door only for the handle to stick. It was locked, and a quick glance to the left reminded me that I needed a key card to get in.

"Fuck," I muttered under my breath as I stood helpless by the door. This wouldn't have been so bad if it wasn't for the fact that I was half naked. My athletic shorts barely contained my ass cheeks, the straps of my white thong peeked out near my hips, and my white tank was becoming ever the more see-thru the brighter it got outside. I pulled my phone out and frantically called Alex hoping that she could let me in. After a few rings, it went to voicemail. The same with Taylor.

I turned around and stared out towards campus, debating if I should call Lucy or not. Just then, I heard the door swing open behind me.

"Sasha?"

I turned to see Jeff standing there. He looked surprised, and the moment I turned around his eyes snapped straight to my chest. I looked down at my own cleavage, my nipples visibly poking through the shirt, and nervously crossed my arms to save myself whatever dignity I might have had left. I watched his eyes travel from my chest, to my waist, to my legs and back up before he snapped himself out of the gaze.

"Oh my god, Jeff! I locked myself out of the dorm!" I darted past him and ran up the stairs without turning around. "Thank you!" I yelled, shuffling off and into the hallway towards my room. As Milo, I could just wander around outside in my pajamas and no one would think anything of it, but obviously I couldn't do that as Sasha. Still blushing, I made it back to the room to find a still sleeping Alex, bare chest and all. I couldn't help but laugh to myself at what just happened and got ready for the day, taking peeks every so often at those perfect tits.

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The next couple days were relatively uneventful. After the house party that first night, I was nervous about something else happening and having to explain my situation to another person. For nearly six hours each day we had a variety of orientation activities. Throughout the classes, team-building exercises, and "Welcome to college" videos, Taylor, Alex, and I had been practically inseparable. It was extremely weird at first being friends with girls instead of guys. We had met a few of the other boys, but we never interacted with them the way I was used to. Brief conversations, flirting, and then talking about them when we were alone were the extent of it. I was a girl now, and I had to fit in, and these social interactions were the hardest to deal with.

As we neared the end of Orientation Week, the three of us had decided that we would try and find a three-person dorm for the year. There weren't too many available, but seeing as we all had varying levels of scholarships and academic awards, we were given first choice in our orientation group. Taylor had joined us in our room as we prepared to make our decision, but I knew I had to be honest with them before we signed anything. It just felt wrong to lie to these girls, especially if I was going to be living with them for the next year. After some conversations with both Lucy and Sarah the day before, they confirmed what I was thinking: my roommates had to know my secret. Not only was it the right thing to do, but it was the smart thing to do. Having friends that knew would help protect my story in the long run.

The three of us were spread out on the floor of our room, with a large campus map in the middle. We had just decided on the Bay Side dorms when I got up and walked over to my bed. I was so incredibly nervous that my voice broke as I began.

"Hey," I said, interrupting their excited chatter about Bay Side, "I need to tell you guys something."

"Uh, sure," Alex said. "What's up?"

"Are you okay?" Taylor followed, sensing my hesitation.

I turned back to face them. There was no way to make this any easier, so I might as well just get it over with.

"I'm transgender," I said. Both Alex and Taylor stared at me, not moving a muscle. "I've loved getting to know you two over the past week, and I am so excited to spend the next year living together, but I can't lie to you."

"Wow," Taylor managed, "I had no idea." I could sense her looking me over up and down, trying to find a hint that I was actually a guy. "I still would have no idea."

"Are you serious?" Alex said, I could sense some surprised anger in her voice. "You used to be a boy?" Her words cut into me.

"Yeah," I replied, my eyes moving from one face to the other. "I love you two as friends and just didn't want to put yourself in a position where it would seem as though I was lying to you." I started tearing up uncontrollably, my voice failing me as I pressed on. "I just want to be a normal girl and you two have helped me feel like that. I'm sorry." I turned away from them, staring out my dorm window as tears poured down my face. I could feel my world crashing down and the fear of having to go back to Iowa, completely disgraced. How would I explain this to my parents?

Suddenly, someone hugged me from behind.

"Hey..." It was Taylor. She rubbed my arms and popped her head out in front of me.

"You're Sasha to me, this beautiful blonde girl that I've gotten to know so well, and I would love to room with you. Alex?" She turned back towards the center of the room.

I could tell Alex was a little more hesitant, but after a quick sigh she walked over and sat down on the bed next to us. "Sasha, you're one confusing girl, but you're still a girl in my eyes. Just try not to kiss me when we're drinking, okay?" She said, her lips twisting up into a smirk.

I laughed, tears still welling up in my eyes. "Thanks, guys. You're sure?"

Taylor laughed and gave me another tight squeeze. "Looking forward to it."

I smiled and wiped away the tears as Alex patted me on the back. Within the hour, it was official. This time next week, school would be starting and we'd be together in Bay Side.

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With orientation over, the weekend was for us to get out of Sand Point and into our actual dorms for the school year. Alex and Taylor had been quick to move out, but I had been moving slow due to a few phone calls with Sarah trying to plan out how to live with two other girls. The school had provided a few shuttles for students moving around campus at the end of orientation, so I was desperately trying to wrap things up to make the last 5pm ride. Returning from the bathroom, I looked down and checked my phone: 4:25pm. It was going to be close.

Just as I turned the corner, I caught Lucy walking out of her room.

"Oh, hey there," she said from across the hall, beaming. "I thought you had moved out already."

I blushed a bit, picturing her tits bouncing in front of my face from our night at the house party. Whether we did it on purpose or not, we both hadn't talked to one another since then. "Uh," I stammered, "No, not yet. Alex and Taylor are headed to Bay Side, but I'm just finishing up my last suitcase."

"Well," she responded, closing the gap between us until she was within arms-length. Although nearly a foot shorter than me, she was definitely a very forward person. "My roommate is also gone if you'd like to help me finish..." she trailed off, wrapping her hand around my waist.

I felt the blood rush to my face and my cock twitch from beneath my shorts. I nodded, replaying those scenes over again, allowing her to direct us into the room behind her.

I leaned down to kiss her as she walked us back to her bed. She pushed me backwards onto the mattress, jumping on top of me without breaking our kiss, her tongue darting inside my mouth. My hands roamed her body, sliding them up and down her waist and ass before bringing both of them over her chest. Without words, she took off her top and bra, freeing those giant tits once more. I strained my neck to suck her nipple into my mouth, twirling my tongue around it before giving her a small bite. She laughed and moaned at the same time, smiling down at me before her eyes rolled back into her head.

I ran my hands down her side as she stood up from on top of me. Without much hesitation, she grabbed the waist of my shorts and slipped them down my legs before tossing them on the ground. My hard shaft popped up, still straining behind my white thong. She pulled up my tank top, revealing my borrowed pink-laced bra once again, and threw it into the growing clothes pile. I closed my eyes as one of her hands slid down my stomach and over my throbbing member. I braced myself for her, but instead she continued down until her fingers were resting over my asshole. Surprised, I opened my eyes to see that sultry look on her face. I smiled back as she began to rub my hole through the thin white fabric. I couldn't help it. The makeup, clothes, and constant femininity around me for the past couple weeks had awoken something deep inside me that welcomed this sense of submissiveness.

She pulled her fingers from my hole and brought them to her mouth, slowly sucking on them and coating them with saliva. In one motion, she pushed my thong to the side and entered me.

"Fuck," I moaned, feeling her finger dive into my ass. She leaned down and kissed me as she continued, thrusting in and out slowly until my ass relaxed and welcomed more of her. Soon, two of her fingers were inside, pushing up into me and causing precum to leak through my thong. I reached up and pulled her tits back into my mouth, sliding my own hand down to begin rubbing her through her shorts.

Without stopping her assault on my ass, she removed her shorts and panties, thrusting her pussy back onto my hand. We fingered each other, moaning as our paces began to match. Precum had leaked so much that a thick strain had poured out from the tip of my dick, through the thong, and had puddled onto my stomach. I was in heaven, and grinded my ass into her hand as I neared my orgasm.

Just then, Lucy leaned down, kissed me, and whispered into my ear, "I want to fuck you." I nodded, smiling as I pulled my fingers from her pussy and threw off my thong, rubbing my cock slowly in anticipation of her sitting down on it. Instead, she stretched across the bed and opened her side table, revealing a large, pink strap-on. My eyes widened, completely frozen at what had appeared in front of me.

Lucy quickly jumped off the bed and stepped through the black leather straps, turning around to adjust it. The straps framed her round ass cheeks, digging into them slightly as she tightened everything. As she turned back, I was greeted by the giant pink dildo once more, only this time it was inches away from my face.

"Suck it," she commanded. I was so close to orgasming just moments before that I could barely process what was going on. I released my grip on my own cock and placed my hand around the shaft of the pink one in front of me. It seemed thicker than my own, and was definitely longer, but I had no time to really mull over cock sizes. I closed my eyes and brought the head into my mouth, tasting a strange combination of rubber and plastic. I bobbed my head onto the dildo as it filled my mouth and began to press against the back of my throat. Within a minute the strange taste had disappeared, and I had instead become completely aroused at the situation.

I turned over so that I was on all fours, sucking Lucy's dildo as she stood in front of the bed. I quickened my pace, bobbing up and down, letting the length of the shaft thrust in and out of my mouth. I loved this full feeling, and every time my tongue ran over the head, I felt myself get even more excited. It was sexy, and my own cock responded to it by throbbing into an even stronger erection. I looked up as my mouth filled with cock to see Lucy smiling wildly as she played with her breasts.

"Good girl," she said softly. Girl... I repeated it to myself as I sucked on her shaft. I closed my eyes and repeated it once more, sucking harder and faster. I am a good girl...

I felt her hand rest on my head as she pulled her dildo from my mouth. Saliva dripped down my lips, which tingled from all the work I had just done. Without a word, she climbed back on the bed behind me and smacked my ass. My cheeks jiggled and my cock bounced in response. I turned my head and looked back to see her grip the dildo with one hand in order to direct it into me. I was so high on sex that I didn't care, I just needed whatever was about to happen. I hadn't even had anal sex with a girl, now I am about to be the one fucked in the ass?