Big U Pride Ch. 06a: Schoolgurls

I put my phone down on her desk and adjusted the strap to my bag.

She looked down at it then back up at me. "I don't particularly care about the...extracurricular activities that my students choose to partake in. But it's no excuse for missing class."

Extracurricular activities? I looked down at my phone to pick it up. Oh no! I noticed that I still had Tyreke's picture open on my phone! I had forgotten to swipe away from it!

I gulped. "I'm sorry, Professor. Won't happen again."

"It best not."

I scurried out of the class, trying not to die of embarrassment. The voice in the back of my mind said, "Oh who cares? The old bat is probably just jealous."

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Thursday was a blur. I didn't have classes that day so I spent most of it hanging out with Bambi. She really was becoming more of a ditzy bimbo than I could have ever imagined.

I was sitting on the carpet in the main room of the Beta House and she was sitting on the couch above me, her legs beside me as she braided my hair. It was my idea to have her braid my hair but when she saw me this morning eating breakfast (another smoothie, as usual) she insisted that she play with my hair. Whatever, it seemed important to her. I hadn't really explored many hairstyles yet with this new long hair that I had so was willing to give it a shot.

I sat there, listening to her as she twisted my hair into perfect braids. How had she learned to do this so well?

"So anyways I was texting with Manuel, you know that guy from Zeta Chi? He was sitting next to me in Western Civ class and I think he was hitting on me. So crazy, right? Like, he started telling me he liked my blonde hair and asked me if the 'carpet matched the drapes'. I'm like, 'Why are you talking about house decorations?' So weird, right?"

I was beginning to wonder if the hormones were making Bambi more airheaded. The pre-sissy Bambi was a scholarship student.

"Anyways, he started talking to me about a party that Zeta was throwing and all about how it was going to be a rager. He was just about to invite me when this girl walks into class. She's got the biggest rack I've ever seen, probably a D-cup. And she wasn't hiding it either, wearing this low-cut top. Before Manuel can invite me to the party, he's completely distracted, his eyes darting right to her chest. He's practically drooling looking at her."

"Mmmhm." I respond, trying to keep up with how fast she's talking.

"I was, like, so mad at this girl. How dare she distract this guy just before he's about to invite me to a party? Didn't she see that I had him first?"

"Yeah, yeah." I said.

"It's just, like, SO unfair. I worked so hard getting ready, trying to look good, working on my makeup and choosing the perfect outfit. Not to mention all the...you know, douching and downstairs stuff we do. And after all that work, and even after getting this guy's attention, this girl with a huge rack can walk in and just steal his attention away. She wasn't even dressed that cute, and barely had any makeup on. SO unfair, right?"

"Yeah, it is." I responded, trying to keep up.

"Don't you feel like, you know, we'd be irresistible if we had tits?"

I hadn't really thought about that before. I mean, I had these budding things from the hormones we took. But they didn't do much to fill out a bra. Lana had given me a pair of fake breasts to wear if I wanted, but I hadn't really felt the need. Maybe it was because I got so many compliments on my ass that I didn't think I needed another really femme body part. I always wondered how much attention I wanted to draw to myself...

"I guess so, yeah maybe."

"I know I'd be the center of attention. I'd probably get a D-cup just like that girl's. Just go all out! Like the saying, 'go big to go hard', right?"

"I don't think that's the saying, Bambi."

"You know what I meant. Anyways, I'm loving your hair, Britney. Platinum blonde is soooo your look. Anyways, I talk sooo much. What are you up to tonight?"

I enjoyed the feeling of her hands playing with my hair and closed my eyes.

"Well, remember Johnny from Delta Sigma?"

"Of course I do! What a man, right!?"

"Yeah, well. He texted me and invited me to come pre-game with him at Delta Sigma tonight, before their party."

Bambi bounced up and down on the couch. "OMG so jelly!!! That's, like, so amazing! Isn't that amazing? You get to party with the frat president and go to their big bash!"

"Yeah, it'll be fun."

"Please please please let me get you dressed up for the party!"

"Yeah, sure, that sounds nice."

She clapped and bounced. "There, hair's done, so cute! Let's go get you ready!"

For the next 2 hours, Bambi helped me get ready. First she finished the braids and gave me braided pigtails. She even helped me douche in the shower and dried me off. What a friend! Then she sat me down and did my makeup, making sure to grab her favorite pink lipgloss to use on me. She carefully put fake eyelashes on me too. By the time she was done I looked like I could have been going to a Miss America audition.

Then she explored my closet and handpicked an outfit for me.

"What's the party's theme, Brit?" She asked as she raided my closet.

"Hmmm," I scrolled through my texts with Johnnie. "He said it was 'Make Partying Great Again', whatever that's supposed to mean."

"Oh I know just the set for you! I saw it one day in your closet and know it'll be perfect for this!"

She came out with a red-white-and-blue bodysuit. The right half was blue with white stars and the left half was white with red stripes. It was like an American flag bodysuit. It was easy to get in to, I pulled it up my thighs until it hugged my hips. The middle had a zipper in a plunging neck style which I brought up to my neck before Bambi pulled it down so as to show some cleavage. She had first helped me tuck my little sissyclit down under my legs so it didn't stand out.

I started to feel like Bambi, wishing I had more cleavage to show off. One thing that was for sure was that this showed off my ass. It could have doubled for a one-piece bikini.

"You know, I think you should use the silicone bra inserts. Trust me." So I did, letting her paste C-cup inserts on my chest before tucking them inside a red bikini top. I had to admit, she was right. I looked like a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model like this. As for the shoes, Bambi was sure to pick up a pair of red heels that went perfectly with this outfit.

It was perfect timing, because I got a text from Johnnie at that moment.

"On your way?"

I texted back, "Just putting some finishing touches on my outfit!"

He texted, "Can't wait to see..."

Why did that give me butterflies in my stomach? I felt glad that I relied on Bambi to help me get ready. She made me look better than I could have done for myself.

"Thank you so much, Bambi." I said. "You're...you really are such a sweet friend."

"Anything for a Beta sister." She replied, giving me a big hug before shouting out, "OH! How could we forget the final addition!"

I was confused as she scampered back into my closet. She then emerged with the "DSL" kneepads that I had won at the Delta Sigma competition during Hellweek.

"Why don't we add this to a little pack?" She said as she put together a bag full of things for me. She added bathroom things, extra makeup, and a spare outfit. "I have a feeling this party will occupy your entire night. We probably won't see you until you're on your way back tomorrow morning."

I was grateful to have her. When I was ready, she saw me out the door. I put on a parka to cover myself up as I walked in public. I wore sneakers, not putting on my heels until I was close to the Delta house. When I got to the entrance, I took a deep breath to conquer my jitters and rang the doorbell.

One of the Delta brothers answered the door. "Oh shit, look at you."

I blushed.

"You must be here to see Johnnie."

I nodded yes.

"Up both flights of stairs, last room on the right." He gestured me inside and showed me the stairs.

"Want me to take your jacket?" He offered.

I almost accepted before realizing that I was wearing the special outfit underneath.

"Oh no, thank you."

"Alright, alright. Hope to see you later at the party. Don't let Johnnie wear you out, cuz I want you to save a dance for me."

I don't know if I'd ever get used to hearing men hit on me. I could only smile at him as I then made my way up the stairs. It wasn't easy getting up two flights of stairs in high heels but I managed to do so, not without lots of noise from the sound of my heels on the polished hardwood. I nervously knocked on Johnnie's door.

"It's open"! I heard his voice shout from inside.

I opened the door and walked in and closed it behind me. This room was huge! I guess the president would get the biggest room in the frat. I heard the faucet running in his private bathroom.

"Make yourself comfortable," he shouted from behind the bathroom door. "I'll be out in a minute."

So I did, wandering around the room, playing with my pigtails while admiring his baseball trophies on the shelf. His desk was cluttered with accounting sheets, probably the finances of the frat. They were scattered on top of several textbooks. Wow, he really had a lot of responsibilities.

I felt a weird craving and wanted something sweet. I reached into my bag and grabbed one of Dr. Dickinson's lollipops. Even though I had a weird reaction to it the first time I had one, I figured I must have grown some tolerance to that reaction. I unwrapped one and popped it between my lips and started sucking on it. Mmmmm...it was so sweet and delicious. That sugar must have given me a sugar high because my body immediately felt warm and I got a renewed energy.

Feeling hot, I took off the parka jacket and spread it over his desk chair and put my bag down before walking over to his wardrobe and scanning the framed pictures on it. They were mostly pictures of him in his baseball uniform in the middle of an important game. He looked so buff and serious in each of them. His muscles were evident even through the loose baseball jersey. And not to mention his muscular thighs in those tight baseball pants.

"Oh shit, wow." I heard his voice behind me.

I turned around to see him in a towel wrapped around his waist, clearly having just taken a shower.

"I love how you took the party theme seriously!" He said, giving me the up-down look.

"Thanks, Johnnie." I said, overwhelmed by his attention. I twirled the lollipop between my lips.

He walked closer to me. I could see the beads of water rolling down his firm pecs and down his taut 6-pack abs. I thought about what Dr. Dickinson had taught me. I wasn't necessarily attracted to Johnnie, I definitely wasn't gay. But there was something about how he made me feel around him, that submissiveness, that weakness. That was undeniable. It wasn't like I wanted to jump his bones but I felt this strange need to...satisfy him, to...acknowledge his power in the world.

"I gotta say, I don't think anyone's gonna do better than you tonight. We got the girls from Omega Psi coming, but none of those girls could look as good as you do now."

He circled around me like a predator, taking me in. He lingered on my ass, staring at it before closing the gap between us and brazenly putting his hands right on my ass.

"Seriously, you've gotten hotter since the last time I saw you." He squeezed my asscheeks. I should have recoiled, but I leaned into his touch. Why?

"Thank you, Johnnie." I said, cooing at his touch.

"I heard some some of the guys on the baseball team that you were in class dressed to impress. They could hardly take their eyes on you. Seriously, gurl, with looks like that you're gonna make these guys fail out cuz they're so distracted by you." He gave my ass a firm squeeze before letting go. I couldn't help but enjoy that feeling of being manhandled in all the right places.

"Maybe those boys should focus on class instead of on what they'd do to me." I said to him.

"Maybe, maybe. But even I can't stop thinking about what I'd like to do to you."

Maybe it was this back-and-forth, maybe it was that reaction to the lollipop again, but I was feeling euphoric. My heart beat rapidly in my chest. My mouth was full of saliva and I had to keep swallowing. My palms were starting to sweat.

"And what would you want to to do me, Johnnie?" I asked him, turning around to face him.

"Oh so many things," he said. He turned his phone on and used it to turn on his speakers. He started playing a song that reverberated through the room. It was Iggy Azelea's "Cream".

I couldn't help but sway hearing the rhythmic beat and Iggy's voice rapping, "Get it get it get it get it get it get it"

He turned the music lower but the bass was strong, vibrating against my skin.

Johnnie came up behind me and put his hands on my hips and brought my ass back to his crotch, letting me rock back and forth on him. We grinded like that for a minute, me getting lost in the music.

"I knew you were the only person I wanted to pre-game with tonight, Brit." He said. "I gotta admit, you've been on my mind a lot since your performance here during pledge week."

I thought to all the naughty things I did that night, the way I behaved, the hyper-sexualized creature I became.

"You see, this is a big night for me. My girlfriend's in Omega Psi and is coming tonight."

Was that a pang of jealousy I felt when he mentioned having a girlfriend? Wait, that would be gay. Maybe I just felt jealous that someone else was competing for his time, not that I felt anything for this guy.

"She comes from a super conservative family," he said as he rubbed his hands down my sides. "She's made me take a pledge and stuff about not fucking around with other girls. It's not my thing but her dad is a baseball scout for the Miami Marlins and I don't want to fuck my career up."

He rubbed his crotch firmer against my ass and I could feel his cock growing behind the towel.

"Anyways, tonight is the night that she lets me fuck her. I haven't fucked in like 3 months and I'm backed up like crazy. Last thing I need is to shoot off in a second because I'm so damn worked up."

I wiggled my hips against him, completely turned up by the feeling of making him hard.

"That's why I NEED you, Britney. I promised my girlfriend that I wouldn't mess with other girls. But she didn't say anything about sissies, especially steaming hot sissies like you."

He turned me around to face him before sitting on the bed behind him. "Britney, I need you drop my first load of the night in you so I can last longer for my girlfriend."

For a moment I felt offended. This guy set this all up just to use me to suck him off to get him ready for his girlfriend? I didn't know if I liked being treated like a...like a cumdump. I mean, my past behavior surely didn't make me seem like the most respectable person on campus. But this felt...transactional. I thought Johnnie and me were more than that. The way he would text me, had talked to me...Was I stupid for thinking he wanted something more special? I mean, not in a gay way. More like in a friendly fun way.

I hesitated for a minute. That was long enough for Johnnie to look at me desperately before grabbing the knot in his towel and undoing it and spreading it wide. There it was, swinging in the breeze for all to see. Johnnie's cock...his...wow, his big...huge cock.

It looked bigger than in the pictures he sent! It must have been 9 inches long and thick with a bright pink helmeted tip. Seriously, it could have been in the movies it was that...beautiful. I could only stare at it, the saliva collecting in my mouth. It bobbed back and forth, taunting me.

"Please, Britney," Johnnie pleaded. "I need that hot mouth of yours."

He needed me. Dr. Dickinson's words echoed in my head: "You have immense power. Power that should be shared. You have been hand-selected for this power."

I moved forward, never losing eye contact with that mighty cock. I don't know why this kept happening to me, how I ended up in these situations. Why was I so easily led down this path? There was a voice in the back of my mind that told me to stop, that this was gay. Even if I had done this before, I could turn back now.

"Britney, I need you." Johnnie said again.

That whole time I had been just staring at his cock. It was erect and throbbing, bouncy gently as it jutted from his clean-shaven crotch. Veins coursed around it like vines. It was as if it was staring right back at me. What was it about this cock? What was it about big hard cocks that made me...go weak? I was enthralled by this thing. What happened in my life to make me this way? Was I always like this - was I bound to be infatuated by big dick?

What the fuck was wrong with me? I'm all femmed up in this bodysuit, hormones and makeup making me look like a common slut, standing here in front of a man with his big dick out begging for me to suck it. How could I have lost so much control of my life?

"Please, Britney..." Johnnie pleaded, looking me straight in the eyes with his eyes big.

Johnnie needed me. This Alpha male needed me. And I had what he needed. It was like an instinct kicking in. I felt helpless to my own body.

I bent at the hips and tilted down until I was eye-to-eye with his one-eyed monster. My gaze fixed on this throbbing cock mere centimeters away, my mouth salivating in anticipation. In that moment, I could think of nothing more than what was before me. I stuck my tongue out and rolled it over the flared pink mushroom head, teasing it.

"Ooooh fuck yes," Johnnie said.

Dr. Dickinson was right: I am the high priestess and the Alphas are in my temple.

I sank to my knees and grasped his hard cock, enjoying the heat emanating from it and the thick meatiness of it in my palms. I moved my head and opened my mouth to accept the cock into my mouth. I couldn't deny it, I loved the feeling of a rock-hard cock sliding back and forth in my mouth, my lips locked around a stiff shaft or swollen head as I achingly bobbed up and down. Hot slippery spit coated his cock as I gave him an oral massage. I pumped my hand up the thick gnarled shaft, reveling in he feeling of the way each bump and vein felt against my sensitive fingertips. I pulled off of the cock and saw as my hands pumped up a dewy drop of precut to fill the wet red eye a the tip. I almost swooned when I saw it. That was mine, all mine! I made that happen!

My tongue slid forth right into the shiny drop, planting a searing kiss on the pebbly glans as I hoovered up that precum, relishing the shimmering morsels of cock-sap that I drew into my gullet.

"Mmmm," I purred as the warm salty fluid settled on my tongue. My taste buds came alive at the salty masculine flavor. That first taste was like an aphrodisiac, setting off an undeniable lusty need inside of me. I had to have more and I drove my lips further down the pulsing shaft, drawing his man-meat further into my avidly sucking mouth.

"Fuck, that's incredible!" Johnny burst out. He hissed as he slid his fingers through my hair before gripping my braided pigtails. I was ok with that, letting him take control. I knew that I had a duty to get him off one way or another. How could I get mad at him as he seized my pigtails and drove his cock further into my throat? This was as a beautiful ballet we were doing together, a dance of pleasure between the two of us. He was taking his pleasure from my mouth just as I was sucking pleasure out of his cock. I sucked more slavishly, fervently lapping my tongue all about his cock.

Sure, in some moments I found it hard to breath. Sure, in some moments I had saliva dribbling out my lips. Sure, in some moments I got so lightheaded I thought I was going to pass out. But that was the price to pay to take part in this ecstasy and I would pay that price willingly. My sissyclit was hard as a rock too, my body betraying my feelings.