College Chronicles Ep. 07

It felt like I was close friends with every girl in Cindy's sorority by midnight, bonded together by the tribulations of a night out. I danced with Cindy and Daisy and Kimberly, grinding together playfully on the dance floor, enjoying the friction and feeling of their soft skin on mine. On our walks between locations, I linked arms, skipped playfully, and sang and shouted loudly with Stacey and Carmen. Inside a frat party, I helped Lily-Anne avoid a disgruntled ex-boyfriend, running away from him room-to-room, giggling like children. At another party, I held Claire's hair back as she vomited into a toilet. At a bar, I cried in the bathroom with Kylie over a crush she had seen kissing another girl. Outside a frat I held back Alicia from getting involved when two boys fought over her. Then I helped clean her up, after she fought another girl over one of the boys.

Throughout all of this I caught regular glimpses of Bri, always composed and in control despite the chaos of our activities. A few times, I would have sworn she was watching me as I unsteadily tottered around in my pumps, her eyes calculating my sum and finding me wanting. But I brushed it off as my imagination; what could she possibly want with me?

Then I found out... sort of.

I was alone, exiting a bathroom in some random grungy frat house, hopefully our last, as it had gone from late to early. The party was still raging downstairs, and I could feel more than hear the thumping music and drunken shouting. I was walking down a hall outside the bathroom, carefully watching my step, unsteady on heels and tipsy on top of it, when I caught movement and my head shot up. It was Bri sauntering towards me, smoldering in a tiny yellow tube top and matching skin-tight bottoms with tall black heels. Her braids fell down her toned shoulders over defined arm muscles, and the hall seemed to crackle with electricity from her very presence.

I looked back down at the floor, hugging one wall, figuring she wouldn't even notice me if I made myself as small as possible. As I passed, she loomed in my peripheral vision, and I instinctively hunched my shoulders defensively. Then I was past her, and I sighed slightly—

Only to have the remaining air forced from my lungs by the impact of my back against the wall. Her hand had been a blur as it closed around my throat, and she squeezed cruelly, pinning me. She was pulling me up with her strength alone, and I struggled to keep balance on my toes, scrabbling to stay on the floor so my weight wasn't just resting on the hand around my neck. I was squeaking and squirming but my breath was still cut off by her tight grip, and I was powerless against her, wriggling weakly between her and the wall. Then she leaned close, pinning me further to the wall with her body, speaking directly into my ear.

"Little white-boy... Prancing around... Wannabe slut..." I could smell the alcohol on her breath, and the way she slurred her words and squeezed her grip around my neck genuinely frightened me. I was powerless; I could only hope she wasn't so far gone that she would do anything to me there. She dragged her fingertips up my thigh to my crotch, where she traced the tiny fold that encased my little penis. "Mmhh, so smallll..." suddenly, her hand squeezed hard—more like a vicious pinch—on my prick.

"Nngghaaa!!" My cry of pain was muffled and high-pitched, echoing in the small hallway and off the tiles of the bathroom. I pushed my ass backwards attempted to escape her pinching fingers, but I was right against the wall, so the attempt only forced my neck forward into her hand. My feet picked up off the floor, and began to helplessly kick them against the wall, unable to reach the ground and beginning to panic. I dropped my head, unwittingly resting it on her shoulder, so her long braids fell partially on my head. It was strangely intimate, collapsing against my attacker like I often did when Cindy dominated me. I shuddered at the thought of how easily Bri had reduced me. Then she spoke again, whispering into my ear, her hold still tight on my neck and penis. Her hot breath directly in my ear made me shiver, and I could feel goosebumps prick up across my body as my penis twitched, under assault.

"Be careful... little-dick bitch boiii." She trailed off teasingly and leaned back, putting her face directly before me and staring deep into my eyes. Despite her brown eyes, the look she gave me reminded me of Jaxx; the cold, predatory regard of a shark on the hunt.

Then her hand released me, and I slumped to the floor coughing, rubbing my sore neck and whimpering at the residual pain from her hold on my penis. She was strutting down the hallway unbothered, heels clicking on the floor, and I watched her go in astonishment and fear, brain barely caught up with her ambush. She disappeared around the corner without looking back at me, and it suddenly felt like her hold on me was severed. I rushed out of the hallway, ready for the night out to be over.

When I found Cindy, she was ready to go too, and we collected a few of the drunker girls to chaperone home. We all stumbled back, arms linked, leaning on each other for support. It seemed like I blinked, and suddenly I was falling into Cindy's embrace, soft fabric and warm skin welcoming my exhausted body.

**

I woke up early the next morning with a thumping headache and a hairy tongue, quickly assuaged by the water Cindy had waiting. She was an expert at defeating hangovers, and her second tool was a gratuitous amount of weed. Her door was open, and it seemed like all of her sisters wandered through and took at least a hit from her pipe as we joked and reminisced with each about the previous night. A conspicuous absence was Bri—but I hadn't mentioned my encounter, so I wasn't going to bring her up then. All of a sudden it was late afternoon, and I could no longer avoid the topic I'd been running from all weekend: Jaxx.

Finding a gap between visitors, Cindy lightly stepped to her door, shutting it firmly. She turned back to me with a sly smile, and her voice was clear and mellifluous.

"Have a good weekend Sami?" I smiled broadly at her and nodded enthusiastically, but my face immediately dropped from her next words. "Good! Now we can talk about Jaxx." She sat next to me on the couch, placing one hand on my thigh and laughing kindly at my slumping expression. "Awww don't be like that! You knew you'd have to go back to your room eventually!"

I had, it was true. But I'd pushed that knowledge deep down inside, and simply focused on relishing being with Cindy. Even though I liked spending time with Natalie and Cindy, my fear of Jaxx had turned into a slow, lurking dread, and combined with my anxieties about grades and classes, I truly dreaded beginning a new week. So when I was able to bring my eyes up to meet hers, I wasn't faking the tremble in my lip or my wide-open, pathetic eyes.

"Oh Sami..." Her smile faded, replaced by a look of concern. "Look, you just need to get to know him better. Jaxx can be a really good guy. He's just... a little spoiled. And he thinks with his dick. All the time." She flashed me a naughty, conspiratorial smile, leaning closer. "But you've seen it—can you blame him?"

She made a slow, pulling movement with one hand as she said the last, pantomiming jerking off a big cock. Jaxx's big cock. My eyes widened when I realised her intention. How many times had she pulled on his dick like that? Did she know how thick it was? How long? She stared into me, mock jerking a few more times before throwing her hands up and shoving me back on the couch, giggling. I fell backwards, laughing weakly with her. I suddenly couldn't stop thinking about how she had looked with Jaxx's fat spear stuck in her little asshole. How she had squirted all over me because of his cock.

She took another pull at her pipe, inhaling deeply then holding for long seconds, before exhaling forcefully, blowing smoke in my direction. I blinked, bemused and struggling to remove Jaxx's cock from my brain.

"Seriously, Sami..." her expression was genuine; luxurious hair glowing like fire in a beam of sunlight. "You need to spend some time with Jaxx. For me. Go back to 001. Hang out with him. Do whatever you boys..." she paused for a half second shooting me side-eye, "...do. Videogames. Or whatever."

Then she leaned close, taking my cheeks in her soft palms and staring deep into my eyes. The green was so vivid, so deep, I nearly lost myself. "Do this for me, please Sami? I'll tell him to be nicer to you... He's a really close friend of mine. I want you two to get along!"

I couldn't resist her, the gorgeous smile and hair nearly alight. She was an angel, and my will shrivelled in her brilliant presence.

"Oh... Okay Cindy... I'll t-t... try to... get along... with hi—Jaxx..."

"Samiii! Thank you!" She was beaming as she leaned in and kissed me passionately, and I felt my heart flutter in spite of what I'd just agreed to. When she pulled away and rose, I almost fell to the floor following her lips. "This will be good for you. You should have fond memories with your freshman roommate!" she smiled, but I couldn't help but think of how Jaxx had been more like a bully than a roommate so far. "Plus, I think all three of us could be spending lots of time together..." she trailed off, and I was much too afraid of what she meant to ask.

**

Less than two hours later, I was standing on the quad lawn in front of an entrance that would lead me to 001. I knew I had to go in—I had done no homework all weekend, and I had promised Cindy I would. But what was I going to say to Jaxx? How was this going to work out? 'Hey Jaxx, Cindy said we should be friends. Please don't beat me up'? Anything I said would be fodder for ridicule, or offend him in some miniscule way.

But I had told Cindy I would try, and she was all that mattered. So I steadied my breathing, tried to ignore the lump in my gut, and stepped into the winding hallways back to 001. I was too preoccupied by keeping myself in a false state of calm to remember a lesson I should have learned better on my first day. Always knock when Jaxx was home.

I hadn't learned my lesson though, so when I turned my key in the lock and swung the door open I was greeted by an eyeful I was growing accustomed to; a beautiful, naked girl on her knees in front of Jaxx's big swinging dick.

This time, though, the scene was a little different. At least, it wasn't Aurora before him.

The girl was very petite, which only made her large breasts look bigger, sitting heavily in a plain, sturdy-looking cream colored bra. She looked asian—I've never been good at telling what specific nationality—with a rounded face and long black straight hair hanging down her pale back. She was slim, and between her thighs I could see a hint of cream colored panties to match the bra.

She wasn't impaled on Jaxx's cock, or dripping spit and gagging, or whoreishly sawing at her pussy. When I opened the door, she actually had her eyes tightly closed, and was inches away from Jaxx's purple head, looking as if she were working up the courage to move forward far enough to touch its tip. Her dainty hands were crossed, covering the front of the bra, in an ineffective expression of modesty. Jaxx had his arms up behind his head, showing off his muscles and chiselled physique. He was staring down at her with his patent cocky smirk; having fun at the poor girl's expense, I assumed.

But opening the door had made a sound, and his head swung up from her to stop me in my tracks at the door, as if I had been caught doing something wrong, entering my own room. His eyes widened, and for a moment he looked almost shocked—I had never seen him so out of control. Then he was speaking,

"Awww, fuck, wait, Shae—"

Shae had also heard me. In a flash she stood and grabbed a neat stack of clothes from Jaxx's bed, muttering curses as she flew into the bathroom, slamming the door behind her. I stood in the open door, thoroughly confused.

"Fuck, man! Fuckin' Pussy, you had to come back now?!"

I was in shock, both at the girl's swift disappearance and Jaxx's aggressive nudity, fully erect cock swinging as he admonished me. I could hardly rip my eyes from it, stuttering and stammering,

"Uhhh... Buh... Cin... I..."

Luckily, Jaxx was already looking away from me, turning to the bathroom. Making no effort to put on clothing, he strode across the room and banged on the door.

"Shae, just come out. I'll get rid of him." Pausing for a moment and hearing no response, he sighed deeply, then turned his head to look at me. "Fuck, just close the door dude!" not waiting for a response, he turned back to the bathroom. "Shae, come on, don't be like this..."

I stopped listening to his entreaties to Shae, sheepishly closing the door and moving to my desk, where I sat down and opened my laptop, just trying to avoid Jaxx's attention. Then I heard the click of the bathroom door, and couldn't resist my curiosity.

Shae was already halfway across the room, pretty but nondescript in a long grey skirt and beige turtleneck. Her hair was up in a messy bun actively coming undone as she sped across the room, and I saw she was clutching a pair of flats and a purse in her hands, feet bare. She slithered around Jaxx, evading lazy attempts to obstruct her path. He was trying to stop her—but he wasn't trying that hard. Just like that she was out the door, and it slammed behind her. Suddenly I was alone in the silence with Jaxx.

He stood staring at the closed door for a few seconds, his back to me. Totally naked, I couldn't help but notice his defined shoulders and sculpted ass. I swivelled back to my computer, uncomfortable with his nudity, and how hard it was to tear my eyes from him. I glued my eyes to the screen, moving the mouse aimlessly, unable to focus on anything but wondering what Jaxx was doing behind me. I hoped he might just let the whole situation go. I really should have known better.

As he stayed there, out of sight behind me, each second dragged longer and longer and I could feel my blood pounding in my ears, feeling like my heart would leap out of my mouth. Then I heard the slight scuffling of feet moving across the floor towards me. When it stopped, I could sense—somehow FEEL his presence behind me, a physical sensation of being in his shadow, the center of this naked regard. I could feel the presence of his cock, too, hot and turgid, swaying menacingly behind me. I gulped anxiously, but the tension and nerves surging through my body made it come out as a choked gasp. He spoke, and the booming baritone of his voice made me jump in my chair.

"You think that's funny, scaring her off? Took me days to convince her to come back here with me. Now I'm gonna have blue balls 'cause of you!"

I was momentarily stunned. He thought I was **laughing** at him? I had never been so serious in all my life. But I couldn't let him think that I was enjoying this—it would only make his behavior crueller.

"Come on, Pussy, say something!"

I swiveled in the chair, my mouth opening as I turned, intending to prove how serious I was, apologise for or tell him off for calling me pussy. But the protest stopped in my throat as I came face to face with his cock.

The engorged purple head loomed in the center of my vision, nearly forcing me cross-eyed as I struggled to keep the little composure I had. It swayed slightly in the air as Jaxx breathed, and it took moments to tear my eyes from it and take in the rest of his thick, veiny shaft. If I was shocked before, I was floored now, my mouth wide in dumb surprise. I couldn't help but think of Aurora, on her knees and eye level with this same cock in the bathroom of that abandoned science building. I couldn't help think about the similar view I'd grown used to of Cindy, with her cock jutting in my face like his was.

"Oh... Oh my g-... Y-Your dick's so... So big..." I blushed at my stupid, obvious statement of fact. I couldn't dislike Jaxx, be more afraid of him, than I was at that moment. Yet I found myself speaking to him like a dumb, horny whore.

"Hah! You like my cock, **Pussy-boy**?"

I jumped again at that awful nickname, which broke the spell his cock had entranced me in. My eyes slid up across his hairy six-pack abs, past impressive pecs and defined collar bones, to his grey eyes with their cool regard. His lips were curled in his ever present smirk, condescending and mocking, playing with his meal. It sent a tremor through me that ended in a twitch of my tiny penis. But had regained control, trying hard not to look at his impressive cock still swinging in my face.

"No... You just... You have your... penis... right in my face, Jaxx!" It was my attempt to assert myself against him, but it came out in a whiney, effeminate way, like Cindy had made me practice. It brought a hotter blush to my cheeks, and his smirk broadened to a devilish grin.

"So you don't like my big dick? What's wrong with it?"

I could tell from his tone he was still mocking me, but his expression had turned genuine—almost as if he was hurt! I sputtered, still trying not to look at the dick in question as it bobbed inches away from my eyes. Of course there was nothing wrong with it. It was beautiful, if a cock could be called beautiful. But I couldn't say that. He couldn't know that his member was a frequent interloper in my dreams. So my mouth opened and closed, looking for words that would both soothe Jaxx's ego and keep me from sounding desperate and gay. Jaxx wasn't really waiting for me to speak anyway.

"Maybe you want me to have blue balls? This is your revenge, huh? Scaring away my girls 'cause you don't fuckin' get any?" He looked angry now, and his tone hardened. My tongue stumbled under his glower, and my heart fluttered weakly in my chest. All I could do was gasp and grasp for words to tell him he was being ridiculous, of course I hadn't planned to scare her away. But none came.

Then a big, powerful paw was on my shoulder, yanking me out of my chair and pulling me in his wake as he strode across the room towards the couch and tv.

"Now you owe me, bitch. You're gonna do something useful, for once." He had me in front of the couch, and his hand lazily shoved me in the square of my chest, throwing me into the cushions. When I righted myself to a sitting position, I found him standing in front of the couch, effectively blocking me from getting up. He had his phone in one hand and the remote in the other, and was fiddling with both while muttering curses at the tv. His cock still jutted viciously from his crotch— it felt like he was pointing it at me, wiggling it gratuitously, even while he messed with the objects in his hands.

The tv beeped as it turned on, and the room was filled with the sounds of high pitched voices talking and laughing. Tearing my eyes from Jaxx's grotesque spear, I looked at the tv only to gasp in surprise. It was Aurora!

The video was shaky and obviously from a cell phone camera, filmed in vertical aspect ratio. But then the video flipped to horizontal, and I could make out more. Aurora was naked and on her knees on a brown carpet, a room like many others in the houses around campus. Her breasts sat pertly at the bottom of the frame, and she stared straight into the camera with devastatingly blue eyes that leapt through the screen. Another beautiful blonde, with wavy hair and hazel eyes, sat next to her, also staring into the camera. She wore her birthday suit like Aurora, and her tits were slightly larger, nipples hard and pointed. Both girls laughed for a moment before opening their mouths, sticking out their tongues. When a cock fell into the bottom of the frame, they eagerly dove for it, kissing and licking their ways up veiny, bumpy sides, before making out with each other gratuitously on the large, purple mushroom head.