College Chronicles Ep. 09

"B-but... you're in the video too..." I was a little off-balance; I had been sure that Cindy would be enraged to find Jaxx sending video of her sucking dick. Instead she hadn't even reacted to it, more offended by my inaction. I repeated that key fact, hoping it would spark some righteous indignation or protective fury, but instead Cindy just beamed at me, not a care in the world.

"Oh, I know. It's not like he was hiding it! Jaxx won't do anything stupid with the video, don't worry. He just... likes to have a little collection." She smirked condescendingly, adopting a know-it-all posture, and I sensed I was in for a lesson.

"Look, I swear Jaxx isn't all bad. He can be crude, but he can also be a real sweetheart—" I almost laughed out loud at this, but she cut through my interruption, "—I know, I know, hard to believe! But believe it. He just plays hard, even when he flirts."

My eyes flew open in shock at that. Was she saying he was flirting with me? That was maybe even worse than bullying. I could deal with bullying. I flashed back to Jaxx's insistence in the lecture, the softer implacability that had so discombobulated me, convinced me to jerk him off in public. I shuddered as Cindy continued to speak over my thoughts,

"Really, Sami, I think you'd like him a lot, if you got to know him. He can be such a good friend. You just need to show you can hang, 'take the heat.' You know how jocks are, right?"

I knew exactly what jocks were like, and I'd heard this all before, yet I didn't believe it. I trusted Cindy; HAD to trust Cindy, given how much faith I had put in her decision-making. But I couldn't reconcile the version of Jaxx she kept describing with the crude, bullying, domineering one I knew. Except for that brief moment where he'd protected me, as I'd slid my hand in his pants in a lecture. That memory provoked more confused emotions, making me squirm in discomfort.

Cindy knew it was a hard sell, but gave one last pitch.

"Look, you don't have to be best friends. But I'm just saying keep an open mind. Don't take everything he says to you so seriously! If he pisses you off, bite back a little! He'll respect you more." She grabbed one of my hands, and waited till I brought my eyes up to match her viridian gaze. "Please, Sami? Give him a real chance, for me?"

Staring into her eyes, I knew I would do anything for her. So I nodded, forcing a weak smile on, pushing my anxieties further under the surface. Cindy could tell, and held me a second longer, giving me a searching, piercing look. Whatever she saw satisfied, and she turned back to the weights, changing the subject.

Over the course of our previous workouts, I had become used to catching people staring at Cindy as we sweated it out, obvious lust on the faces of men young and old. But that day was unprecedented. When we arrived the gym had been relatively quiet, but as the afternoon wore on it became more and more packed. It soon felt like I caught every man in the building watching us at some point or another, and I was becoming used to letting my eyes slide along as if I hadn't seen someone's tongue hanging out of their slack jaw.

What was harder to ignore was the focus of their gazes. I was almost conditioned to expect Cindy to get all the attention, so it really shook me when I looked up to find a dorky freshman boy I recognized from meet week panting on a treadmill, staring dead at me while I was bending over to stretch. He jerked his eyes away when it registered that I caught him, but the damage was done.

From then on I felt like every pair of eyes was on me, every frat boy or athlete was watching whenever they could; some circumspect, others blatant. Even gym staff seemed to be keeping eyes on me while they chatted idly among the machines. I ended up with a strange mixture of paranoia, self-awareness, and underneath a sneaky, shameful pride.

Maybe I stuck my ass out a little farther whenever I bent over. Maybe I bent over a little more than necessary. Maybe I liked feeling the center of attention, just a little.

Between the physical exertion, the slim, smooth, feminine feeling of my new clothing, Cindy's sexual barrage, and those leering, watching eyes, I was very off balance by the end of our gruelling workout. We skipped changing afterwards, deciding to shower at Cindy's apartment, where I was going to spend the night (I had jumped at the chance to avoid being one-on-one with Jaxx), so we were both still wearing our new gym outfits while we made our way to the exit. As the machine beeped at my card, I heard a deep voice call out Cindy's name.

When I looked up, a tall guy with sandy blond hair was coming over to us. Cindy perked up and waved energetically before leaning over to give me the lowdown.

"Ohmygod. Okay. That's Dane. He's a senior, we had a few classes together last year. Fuck... he's gorgeous... Sometimes I just want to jump him! But don't tell him I said that." She flashed me a half-ashamed smile, then turned to face Dane, who had quickly closed the distance.

As he approached, I couldn't help but agree with her estimation (though I didn't admit it). Not as tall or as jacked as Jaxx, Dane was still in impressive shape; leaner and bonier in loose gym shorts and a tight black t-shirt. His hair was an unruly mop, and underneath were two intensely blue eyes, like twin sapphires lit from behind. A friendly smile suited his face, and as he strolled over to us, words rolled from his mouth in a smooth baritone.

"Hey Cindy, how's it going? Been a while, huh?"

"Yeah, too long! And you know, just getting our grind on. Never forget leg day, right?"

"Haha, tell me about... I'm sorry, I don't think we've..."

I realised he was looking at me, and I felt my heart jump into my throat when I met his eyes. I didn't know what to do—usually I was forgotten about in these types of conversations; Jaxx and Cindy didn't make a habit of introducing me, and their friends were happy to ignore my existence.

I was just pulling myself together to introduce myself as Sam, when Cindy spoke for me.

"This is Sami, she's a freshman." She turned to me, giving me an impish smile. "Go on, Sami, say hi to Dane!" Not waiting for any response, she turned back to him. "Sorry about her, she gets really awkward when she talks to cute guys."

I gasped out loud as I looked at Cindy in surprised betrayal. How could she put me on the spot like that?! She knew that would set me spinning! My heart pounded in my chest, and I was scared to turn back to Dane... But she was chuckling good-naturedly, giving me calm eyes, and when I noticed Dane was also laughing I reeled myself in, trying to wrangle my pulse under control.

Those efforts were stymied as Dane truly looked at me for the first time. I could almost feel his gaze, trailing up my body, lingering at my hips and my chest, before slowly meeting my eyes. I blushed under this extended attention, not knowing what to do or say as he took his time to ogle me confidently.

"Hmmh... that's fine... Same thing happens to me when I see cute girls like you two."

Cindy laughed loudly, and I couldn't help but smile at his charming delivery, already feeling a bit more at ease.

"Alright, enough 'cute' stuff Prince Charming. What do you need?"

"Oh yeah— look, Cin, I know you hate squats, but your form is always so good. Could you come give me some pointers quick?" He turned to me, apologetic. "Sorry, I just want her for one second."

It took me a few seconds to formulate words, still surprised to be included.

"Uhmmm.. yea—... no—... It's okay."

A wide grin split his face as I mumbled my awkward response.

"Alright. Well, hope I see ya' around, Sami..."

He winked at me before turning to walk away, and Cindy threw me a look, eyebrows raised, mouthing 'oh my god!', before following him off.

I sighed in relief when they were gone, more than a little stressed out by the strange interaction. Was Dane messing with me, or did he actually think I was a cute girl? I didn't even know which idea worried me more. But the notion that I could pass for a girl, fool someone so completely they would openly hit on me—it had a power that I struggled to grapple with. The same roiling, churning intensity that had pushed me to show off in the workout, seek the eyes of those watching.

I was staring out the window at the still sunny afternoon, lost in thought, when the jarring vibration of my phone broke my reverie. I slipped it out of the tight pocket of the leggings and swiped on a message notification, totally unsuspicious.

Only to find my screen occupied by a shot of Jaxx's thick, veined cock.

I quickly held the phone down to my leg and whipped my head around, making sure no one had seen. My heart was racing like I'd just run a marathon, and I was lightheaded, floaty and struggling to breath.

Noticing it was less occupied, I scurried a little farther from the main entrance towards a corner of the building. More alone, I turned the phone back on.

Jaxx's full, girthy meat was lying across my phone vertically oriented, reaching from the bottom of the screen where I could see his heavy balls hanging beneath, up to the mushroom tip kissing the peak of my device. It took me a moment to notice that his purple cock head was resting on a pair of thick, dark lips, and you could just see two ample breasts jutting underneath his impressive shaft.

His cock jumped in my hands when my phone buzzed again, and I launched it into the air, bobbling it three times before I was able to clutch it to my chest. I was shaking, eventually stabilizing the screen enough to read:

Could b u

Curt, condescending, and demeaning. The perfect Jaxx trio. The phone quivered in my hand, my focus drifting between his message and his thick spear. A bead of sweat trickled down my brow, and I wiped it furiously with my arm. There was a ringing noise, bouncing around my head and swelling, drowning out the sounds of conversations, grunts and weights dropping.

Suddenly I heard Cindy's voice cut through, clear as if she was over my shoulder. 'Counterpunch... bite back a little!'

Fuck Jaxx. He was being an asshole on purpose, trying to terrorize me. He was probably laughing while he face fucked whoever was on the end of his dick, thinking I would be too scared to respond again. I would show him this time. I would show him I wasn't scared.

I only pondered for a second before I decided on a response. Opening up my selfie camera, I stuck out one middle finger and posed aggressively, watching myself in the screen. But it needed more, and I stuck my tongue out at the camera, imagining taunting Jaxx, channeling the rebellious attitude that was empowering me. On a high, I took and sent the picture at once, throwing caution to the wind.

It wasn't until a second later, when the picture had popped up as a sent message, that I took a second look at anything beside my face. The clothes were so comfortable and natural it felt like second skin, and I had forgotten how they sculpted my chest to be noticeable, enhanced my ass's gentle curves. I had accidentally thrown my chest out and forward forward while taking the picture, presenting my slight cleavage towards the screen, simultaneously arching my back and pushing my ass out so it bulged gratuitously behind me in the bottom of the selfie. It was a sexpot pose for a gym bunny. Worst of all, my exposed tongue read much less 'I'm punk rock' than 'I suck cock.'

All together, it looked more like I wanted him to fuck me than I was telling him to fuck off.

The realization froze my brain. I knew how to delete sent messages. I knew that if you deleted them before they were seen, they were gone. I knew that it took a little, maybe even a minute for a message to send sometimes, especially a picture.

But like I said, I froze. Fingers hanging over the screen. My heart wasn't beating fast, no ringing in my ears. More of a calm resignation, a hint of the churning intensity underneath.

Then the little circle and ellipses appeared in a word bubble at the bottom of my screen. Jaxx had seen it. It was too late.

Agonizing seconds slipped by. The bubble disappeared. Appeared again. Disappeared.

Then the buzz. This time I was holding the phone firmly in both hands.

Good girl

I waited for another message, but nothing came. 'Good girl'? What did he mean? Why couldn't I shake the image of his fucking cocky smirk? He was infuriating even when he wasn't trying. Or was this just another way of fucking with me? I don't think I've ever felt as frustrated or inarticulate in sorting through the emotions in my head as I did at that confused moment. All I knew is that they ran the full range of feeling, from rage to fear to burning, wildfire desire.

Cindy's clear, bright voice calling my name mercifully ended my overanalyzing, and I stuffed the phone back into my pocket, quick-stepping out the door after her.

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As we made our way back to her room, Cindy teased me about how awkward I had been interacting with Dane. I didn't mind, since her continual good-natured jabs provided cover for me to continue fretting over Jaxx's text and my misjudged response. I considered telling her, but decided against it. It would only be more fuel for her ribbing, and I was feeling extra sore at how badly my attempted assertiveness had backfired. A part of me knew that Jaxx and Cindy shared everything; it wouldn't take long for her to find out anyway.

By the time we reached her sorority, Cindy's bubbly nature had won out over my anxiety, and I was back in a good mood, still high on the attention I'd received at the gym. Even some of the girls at the sorority offered compliments or winking comments as we climbed the stairs. I was starting to believe it; I was hot.

When we returned to Cindy's room, we showered and changed, then enjoyed a standard night: smoking weed, ordering food, playing video games, and gossiping. We had just finished eating, and were watching an old sitcom while enjoying a dank, heaped bowl, when Cindy broached a topic that had probably been in her thoughts all day. Maybe since the previous night.

She timed the conversation for when I was at the peak of my baked confusion. She had just exhaled a massive cloud of smoke directly into my lungs, her probing tongue ensuring that I stayed open and breathless, that I would inhale everything. When the kiss broke I was so dizzy I almost swooned, collapsing into the safety of the cushions behind me. Cindy giggled, then reached over, running one hand tenderly along my cheek.

"Sami... You know, I have a kind of crazy idea..."

"Whuuu... Ohh... kay..." Usually Cindy's crazy ideas were at my expense. But I was in a sort of zen, luxuriating in the afterglow of the novel experiences Cindy had exposed me to. My trust in her was at an all time high, and the potent weed she smoked further lubricated my amenability.

"Don't freak out... but... how would you feel about being Sami tomorrow?"

"But I... am... Sami?"

She rolled her eyes at my foggy-headed simplicity. "I know babe. But how about \*dressing\* as Sami? For your classes? I could pick a cute outfit, do your hair and makeup in the morning. No one would have to know..." She trailed off suggestively, her eyes sparking with mischief.

The questions threw me into disarray, pinging madly in my skull as my brain struggled to catch up. I'd been letting Cindy dress me up for weeks now, and couldn't lie; I was starting to revel in it. The bar with the girls was the first time I really felt as if I'd fit in on-campus, and the experience of being in the gym was... something else entirely. The attention I received at both was nerve-wracking and intoxicating.

Something else came floating up; dark, menacing, tempting. Barely memories, more feelings— vague impressions.

The words on the screen; 'good girl.'

A deep grunt as I buried my face into his crotch and a slight raise of his eyebrows in surprise.

Thick, strong fingers on my neck, and the endless fissures of his silver gray irises.

I shook my head slowly, trying to clear the cobwebs and avoid the path that my mind had wandered down. Cindy laughed quietly, taking another hit from the bowl as she waited for me to regain a little lucidity.

I had pushed back and tried to assert myself so long, for so little real impact. Ironically, I felt most powerful when I was cooperating with Cindy. Most in control when I gave it up. Being one of the girls, parading in front of horny bros, pleasing Jaxx...

Finally, I pulled myself together enough to offer a minimal response.

"Uhmm... Alright."

A mixture of relief and something like nervous anticipation flooded through me as I assented. Cindy squealed and jumped on me, lavishing me with kisses, and I gave up again and melted underneath her.

Suddenly, she shifted me, and my knees were over her shoulders, my back against the arm of the couch. One lithe hand snaked into the sweatpants she had leant me and slithered under my panties. I gasped softly into her mouth when she applied soft pressure on my tightly puckered asshole, my tiny penis resting against her palm. Then she started pushing and prodding with fingertips in a circular motion, simultaneously rubbing my sensitive tip. She drew back and I chased her with my lips, opening eyes I didn't even realize I'd closed to meet hers, verdant green and speckled with gold. They dominated my world as her whispered words rolled over me.

"You're such a good girl, Sami. Good girls get rewarded."

I didn't have to think of a response, as she pressed herself to me, tongue dominating, one hand going under my shirt to tweak my nipples, the other strumming me like a guitar. All I could do was lie back and moan into her mouth, sinking into the warmth of the couch beneath her.

It didn't take long for me cum like that, bent in half, Cindy taking care of me.

\*\*

The next morning, Cindy woke me up early so I could prepare.

I started with another shower, luxuriating in the hot water, cleaning myself intimately and shaving off my light body hair. When I was out, I rubbed fancy scented lotions onto my skin as Cindy laid out my outfit.

First to go on was a minimal pair of white thong underwear, unmarked and pulled high on my waist by Cindy. Next a tiny, nearly see-through strapless bralet, closer to two bands of elastic with tissue paper stretched between than a piece of clothing.

Cindy gave me a moment to check myself out in the mirror, gawking at my own figure. The the 'bra' framed my mostly flat chest, suggested more than defined any cleavage, but did look cute. The pair of pure white clothes combined for a chaste, almost virginal effect that set free butterflies in my stomach.

Cindy quickly grew tired of my posing and urged me on. She pushed a pair of black knee socks into my hands, followed by a long-sleeved, black and white striped bodysuit that fit snugly as I secured the snap at my crotch. The final piece was a flared brown skirt, secured by a row of cute black buttons on the front. It went down to just above my knees, exposing a thin promise of my porcelain white thigh skin between the top of the socks and bottom of the skirt. I twisted and turned before the mirror, relishing the floating of the light skirt, how each turn slightly exposed my thighs. My clit twitched, snugly tucked away out of sight, where it belonged.

Done with the outfit, Cindy pulled me away to dry and style my hair, before sitting me down and applying make-up. Then she moved to my face, where her practice was subtle, using only the bare minimum extensive tools; a touch here, a spot there, minor details at my shy eyes and nude lipstick for my pouty lips. All the while, she heaped me with compliments about how my features made her job so much easier. I knew she was buttering me up... but I didn't care, just happy to soak up her good vibes. When she was done her work, my face had the same aspect of natural perfection that I remembered admiring on her so many times.