College Chronicles Ep. 12

"Oh, good girl! I bet he LOVED that!"

I blushed, glad that we had hit a mark and stopped talking to sprint. When we slowed, I'd calmed myself somewhat, trying to play it cool.

"Y-yeah he... I think... he did. He... Uhmm... He k-kissed... m--"

"--He kissed you?!" She interrupted with genuine shock, her eyebrows flying up and eyes opening wide in what seemed almost like shock. A second later she'd wrangled her expression under control, but the question still hung in the air.

"Y-... Yeah? He... dipped me, and everything..."

"....And... So? How was it?"

I stumbled in my run, needing to step off the treadmill for a moment to catch myself. I hadn't expected that question-- I didn't really know hot to answer. Just considering made my stomach churn, and I was pretty certain words couldn't clearly convey my feelings. But it was Cindy asking, I had to be honest.

"I... It was... Cin, it was... Uhm... He's just so big! Everywhere! It was like... Ugh, I dunno... Like he was... Ugh! Just... Taking me? And... Taking care of... But it... it didn't matter what I wanted... And I wanted it. I wanted him so bad Cin. I can't stop thinking about it..."

The strength of emotions wrestling within made it hard to stop once I'd started, and I was again glad to hit a sprint; a chance to run my feelings off instead of blurt them out. When we slowed, Cindy was quiet, didn't turn back towards me. We jogged in silence for a bit, at first comfortable but then stretching to become awkward.

Just as I was about to continue my story, we simultaneously noticed a third interruption, winding his way through the arrayed cardio machines before us.

He was a big man wearing a tiny tank top and gym shorts that did nothing to hide his broad chest and bulging muscles. As or more jacked than Jaxx, he wasn't so tall, and didn't have smoldering intensity that Jaxx carried in a kinetic aura. Instead, the man wore an affable smile, short wavy brown hair bobbing with his bouncing steps as he threaded his way to us.

When he'd reached our row he leaned forward, an arm each on the fronts of our machines. Before he could open his mouth to speak, Cindy snapped at him, her tone chilly as the early winter air outside.

"Know what, guy? Not a good time. Why don't you go take some more steroids, just leave us alone."

I blanched at Cindy's rudeness, fearing a more forceful version of the rage our two other admirers had shown. His smile clouded for a moment, but fought through, unintimidated by Cindy's dismissal. His voice was quiet and smooth, gently contrasting his intimidating appearance.

"Haha, sorry if I caught you on a bad day but... uh... I'm actually here to talk to your friend."

He swung his attention over, and sense left me, once again on the spot and panicking. But his smile persisted, softening his rough features, easing my intimidation.

"Sorry to interrupt, but I saw you when you came in and I knew I'd kick myself if i didn't talk to you. You have got to be the best looking woman on campus-- maybe in the city."

I didn't know how to react to a compliment of that magnitude. I heard Cindy sigh, could feel her eyes rolling, but I was too arrested to look over.

"I'm Derek, but my friends call me Miles."

I must have seemed confused how he got Miles out of Derek, because he put his hands up as if to anticipate the question, and his smile turned surprisingly shy, for someone of his size.

"It's a long story. But, uh, what's your name?"

Without thinking, won over by his calm ease, I blurted it out, almost forgetting my own identity.

"Sam...i..."

"Great to meet you Sami. Look, this is awkward..." He shot quick side eye in Cindy's direction, and a giggle escaped my lips before I stifled it. He continued like nothing had happened. "...so I'm gonna go. But I'd love to take you out sometime. Maybe I could tell you that story."

I started to open my mouth to politely decline, feeling the pressure of Cindy's glare, and more comfortable denying someone who seemed so reasonable and friendly. But he jumped back in, cutting me off before I could make an excuse.

"No pressure. Here." His big hands grabbed one of my small, delicate ones, pushing a piece of crumpled paper into my palm. "If you want, give me a call."

And just like that, he walked away, again weaving his bulk through and around the machines. I watched him go, not realizing I was staring until Cindy spoke from a couple feet away.

"Sami! Come on!"

I jumped at her command like a wayward puppy, running to catch up, tail between my legs, crumpled paper quickly stuffed into a pocket. We retrieved our belongings from lockers, and began walking back to her sorority to shower and change. Cindy walked icy and quiet, deep in thought. I kept my head down, using the opportunity to sort through my own confusion. A solid pebble of dread had settled in my gut, small but niggling, constantly asserting itself. Why had THREE different guys approached us? That wasn't normal. It was almost an instinctive knowledge; something had changed, and it had to do with me. I knew I had to ask Cindy about it, but I definitely couldn't breach it with her being so frosty.

As we neared Cindy's room, she thawed, forgiving whatever I had done.

"Okay, so the bitch is tied up, and Jaxx kisses you. What happened next?"

I gladly resumed, regaling her with how I'd helped gag Natalie, then sucked Jaxx's cock while he'd verbally torn her apart. Cindy particularly gasped when I revealed that Nat was fucking professor Syndegaard.

"Ugh, that fucking perv? He kept hitting on me when I had him as a freshman. Not a good look, Nattie!!"

I could only nod in agreement. By this time we'd reached her sorority house, and we climbed the central stairs, greeting all her sisters as we went. I was surprised to receive compliments from nearly every girl we passed, hands stroking my hair, face, or clothes; warm words stroking my ego. When we entered Cindy's room I was hot with shameful pride, and doubly sure that something was going on.

"So is that all? Did he just talk at her?"

Cindy had a strange, hungry shine to her emerald gaze, and in the silence of just us in her room, my gulp sounded clearly audible. I rushed to correct her, strangely nervous. I told her how Jaxx had made me play with Nat's titties, eat her pussy, and kiss her. I explained how he fucked her, denied her orgasms, and played his mind games, making her beg in exactly the way he wanted. I knew Cindy was familiar with his routines, so it didn't surprise me when she just let out a knowing laugh and reached for her smoking kit as she gestured for me to continue.

Then I told her about how he made her ass tomato red, and commanded I 'get her ready.' I described how she'd whined and protested, then how she'd turned when I'd penetrated her hole with my tongue. Cindy cheered for me as she packed and lit a fat bowl, inhaling deeply. I detailed how he'd fucked with her more, making her beg for his cock while she came. I told her how I'd played with my plug, and she gave a wicked smile and clapped, hooting raunchily,

"Fuck yeah, slutty girl!!"

She was already baked, and I ignored her. Even though it gave me secondhand embarrassment, I set out how he'd made Nat ask for my forgiveness, then moo like a cow when he finally stuffed her ass. Cindy loved that, and laughed so hard she coughed out a thick cloud of smoke that drifted lazily over me. After another deep draw, she followed the drifting cloud, planting her lips against mine and blowing a second cloud directly into my lungs.

It was a potent hit, and I was dumbstruck, moving through my own thoughts like I was underwater. When I resurfaced Cindy was leaned into me, head on my shoulder, still giggling.

She stopped abruptly, turned her head very slowly. Her face was deathly serious. Her eyes flashed in the lights of her room as her lips parted.

"Mooo!"

I couldn't hold back my own guilty giggle, and it bounced off Cindy's until we were both in full blown hysterics. I laughed so hard I fell off the couch, and she pulled me back up until I lay with head in her soft lap. A graceful hand stroked hair out of my face, and she reminded me to finish my story.

"So, where did he cum?"

"Oh my god... He... right... IN her... her butt! And Cin, I... Uhh... I..."

"Cleaned her up?"

"Yeah... With my... My mouth..."

"Oh, good girl!" She beamed down at me, and I couldn't help but smile timidly back, a little worried. She had gone so cold when I'd talked about Jaxx kissing me, but now she was so enthused-- she couldn't be mad at me for speaking how I felt.

"Oh you should have seen him..."

"God, I know, believe me."

"No, but... It was... He... He's just... so... so hottt. It's, like, ridiculous!"

I had struggled for so long to admit that little fact; with it finally leaked, it was like the damn of my opinions burst, out of my control.

"He's such a fucking asshole... But he's just... I can't... Can't stop thinking about it... He just... Totally showed Nat... I didn't... I didn't think anyone could... like... beat her... And he... It was so easy. He just totally... Uhm... fucked her. And like, lasted soooo long... Nat always brags that... Like... She doesn't cum. But he... He just... Played her... Like a total... a slut... It was... He's... "

I could feel Cindy losing interest, but I just couldn't stop myself until she planted a forceful finger across my lips, closing my mouth with her strong grip.

"Sshhh. Shut up Sami. Let's go shower."

Her tone was tight, and her eyes flashed as she pulled me off the couch and marched towards the bathroom. I stumbled after, lightheaded, powerless in her clutches.

Before I was even halfway in the shower, she had pushed me against a wall and pressed herself to me passionately, stripping off my clothes. Then we were naked in a warm rain, and I closed my eyes and kissed her back as hard as I could. When I felt her hands on my shoulders, I gladly went to my knees, and she lifted one leg to the edge of the tub. I knew what she wanted, so I took the free access to her crotch, pushing my face into her bare pussy, bringing a hand up to play with her clit. With the water running down her, I wasn't sure if my story had turned her on; I suspected it had when it took only minutes to begin her orgasm, hand gripping tight on my head as she grinded and rode my face.

She rode my face like a saddle, and only after a second explosive, shuddering orgasm did she pull me back up into more kissing, her tongue frolicking through my mouth. Then we washed each other, giggling as we spread soap across our bodies, into crevices. It felt like we showered for an hour, and I was lost in every moment, savouring the warmth and the caresses and Cindy under my hands. If she noticed that I didn't get hard while fondling her tits or stroking her smooth skin, she didn't mention it.

I was in a state of bliss when we sat on the couch, wrapped in warm fluffy pajamas, hair drying inside towels. Still high, I just had to push my luck, go back to the topic she had already interrupted. I knew she wasn't pleased to talk about it-- maybe I pushed her buttons on purpose.

"Oh my god Cin I just... Do you think he... Jaxx... Do you think he thought... I did... good?"

"Sure. He came, didn't he?"

"Well... Yeah...but--"

"--That's all he gives a shit about. He probably doesn't even remember you were there."

She was particularly cruel, clearly trying to end the conversation. I wasn't satisfied, persisting despite her obvious warning signs.

"B-but... He... I... I did so much! I mean... He HAS to... to--"

"--Look, he doesn't HAVE to do anything. Jaxx will do what Jaxx will do. You just need to work around him."

Finally my frustrations with him AND her could no longer be contained, and sat up, bursting out a whined wail.

"But that's not faaairrr--"

*SLAP*

"--Yowww!!"

My wail turned abruptly into a howl when Cindy dealt me a stinging slap across the face. Before I could react otherwise, she had a handful of my hair towel, yanked me across the armrest of the couch so my torso hung over the floor and my ass stuck up in the air facing her. My hands were free, and I probably could have righted myself if I tried; but I was too intimidated by Cindy, too shell-shocked by the violent transition.

In a flash my bottoms were around my knees, leaving me trapped with butt upturned and exposed. Cindy took advantage, beginning another humiliating spanking. I knew better than to fight or try to escape, gritting my teeth to hear as she spoke between impacts.

"Shut up and listen!"

*SLAP* *SLAP*

"You're being a brat, Sami!"

*SLAP* *SLAP*

"Life isn't fair! Get used to it!"

*SLAP* *SLAP*

"Owwww!!"

"Stop whining, you love the attention. Say thank you!"

"Unghh... thank you..." It might have been the hundredth time I'd thanked Cindy for abuse, and it still made my face flush bright red; I was glad I was turned away from her.

"Mmhm. You're welcome. Now get ready!"

"Wha--ohhh! UhHhhhHh"

She had pressed forward into my exposed posterior, her nimble tongue beginning its playful dance. I wasn't ready at all, letting out an embarrassing cry that turned to gasps and moans. I was desperately horny, so frustrated by Jaxx and everything else. It manifested as an ache deep inside me, a hungering need for something I couldn't speak of. My little clit still didn't stiffen, but when Cindy took it lightly between two fingers the sensation was electric, a jolt that curled my toes as her tongue poked inside me.

"Ohh fuck Cindeee!! Thankk you!!"

At my invitation, I felt a surprising pressure at my ass. Not the wet wiggling of her naughty tongue, this was the insistent force of lithe fingers, delving my most intimate secrets. Sure enough, the pressure gave way, and I felt her finger slip inside me, wriggling like it was searching for something. Then she found it, and my vision exposed in stars and black spots.

"Oohhh! Unghhh! Aaangh!"

Cries slipped from my lips, somewhat muffled as I pushed my face into the arm rest, trying to control myself in vain. Cindy had a purpose, every move doing something brand new to me. Her other hand kept stroking and pulling on my clit, and in a few seconds I could feel the tell-tale rising, building from deep inside, something sudden and long awaited. Then I felt my ring stretch further, a gasp leaping from my lips, high and girlish.

"Ohh!!"

She'd slid a second finger inside me, pushing in to match her first, spreading me open. Then she shook her fingers inside me, gentle but forceful enough to shake my whole body, exposed cheeks jiggling in the air. I couldn't resist the surging rush anymore, giving into the blissful urgency of my need as much body shivered and my limbs spasmed.

"Ogod!!! Fuck!!! Ohhhh!!!!"

My clit dribbled onto her couch, but I didn't even think about that. All I could consider were her fingers inside me, one hand on my ass cheek, spreading me open. Just like Jaxx had spread Natalie. She continued to finger me vigorously, almost cruelly, and I fully lost control, bucking underneath her, forcing her to hold me down. I still leaked cum, but I only thought about the sensations in my butt, the waves of pleasure that dragged me under and drowned me.

What did puncture the swelling euphoria was sharp shame. She had been inside me for less than a minute, and made me cum embarrassingly hard. I clung to the couch, pushing my face down to hide my shame. I knew that this was result of days of being pent up, Jaxx's teasing and frustrating denial; but I also knew Cindy would be thinking 'what a little butt-slut'. Her fingers didn't stop, even when I'd finished, and my groans and squirms shifted from pleasure to discomfort. She carried on until I was about to cry out, plead for her to stop, promise anything just for her to be nice to me, forgive me.

Then, she withdrew, and I was left holding myself in awkward prone position over the edge of the couch. But she didn't leave me for long.

Slipping away, she came around and ripped the towel painfully from my head. Wet hair didn't even have the opportunity to fall over my face; she grabbed a handful and pulled up so I had no choice but to meet her blazing, infernal eyes.

"Owww!"

"Do you think Jaxx will be as nice to you as I am? Be careful. He'll fuck your dumb little ass, just like he did to Natalie. JUST like that. You don't even know."

Her emphasis hammered it home, she meant the whole experience. I hadn't even considered Jaxx using me like that; as the possibility sunk in, a cold shiver ran down my spine. She knew her message had reached me, but though her eyes softened, her tone kept its iron edge.

"Don't get fucking confused. He doesn't give a shit about you."

I didn't want it to be true, but I knew it was. I blinked quickly, trying to banish the tears I felt coming to my eyes. She had finally pushed me far enough, and released my hair, hand stroking down my cheek.

"Now clean my couch off."

*

Later that night, cuddling in her bed, fully forgiven for my annoying fixation with Jaxx, I summoned the courage to ask Cindy my burning questions.

"Uhm... Cin?"

"Yeah?"

"You know how... Like... At the gym... Uhmm.... Three different guys... All... uhh..."

"Hit on us? Yeah. Why?"

"Well... Uhm... Don't you... Don't you think that's... Weird?"

"No, not really. I mean kind of a lot for one workout maybe, but shit happens."

"But... They were so... Uhh... Aggressive?"

"Oh Sami... Men are just like that sometimes. Total animals. Don't worry, you'll get used to it."

I lay quiet for a few moments, thinking about her words. She was right, men are animals. But something still didn't fit, wasn't sitting right. And I still had one more question. Timidly, I tried again.

"...Cin?"

"...Yes?"

"Uhm... I... did you... notice... I didn't... my... I..." I couldn't find the words, too shamed by the concept to translate to speech, hoping Cindy would know what I meant. She didn't, but still threw me a lifeline.

"It's okay babe, take your time."

God, I love her. Her understanding, the patience she showed when I really needed it. With the buoyancy of her encouragement, jumbled thoughts and feelings gushed from my mouth.

"I... I'm not getting... Uhm... My... My... My thing... isn't getting... hard, and I... I feel like it's... connected to... To those guys... And... Him... And... I don't... What's... What's happening to me, Cin? I don't... I'm so--"

She pressed against me, cutting off my spiralling nerves with her soft, soothing lips. She kissed me until I was out of breath, then pulled back, a thumb wiping the trailing tears from my cheeks.

"Shhhh. It's okay babe."

I stared deep into the glowing embers of eyes, and just FELT that she was right. It would be okay, because Cindy knew best. She would take care of me. Looking deep into me, she continued,

"You're right. It does have to do with him. And me. I... I've actually been putting off telling you."

Her gaze faltered for a second, eyes darting to the floor. But it was only a second, and in a flash I was again under the hypnotizing spell of her emerald irises.

"But you want to know. You deserve to know. How about... Dinner? Tomorrow. I... I don't want to tell you like this. I want... need to think about it. Say it just right."

I considered for a second, but there was really no question, won over by the authenticity of the slight hitches in her voice. And that was on top of my instinctive, subservient need to do whatever she wanted me to.

"Uhm... Yeah tomorrow's... fine... But just... I just... I don't... I..."

"Shhhh, baby. Come here."

She pulled me to her, and I snuggled into her chest under layers of blanket, giving in and letting warmth and protection carry me to gentle dreams.

*

The next morning I woke up with the dawn, full of nervous energy. I both couldn't wait for and dreaded dinner with Cindy, desperately curious and starkly anxious about whatever she had to reveal. But I kept coming back to the look in her eye when she'd promised it would be okay. I clung to that reassurance, and resolved to have a good day, no matter how it might end. Taking a quick snoop through Cindy's closet, I borrowed a warm yellow sweater, paying with a quiet kiss on her sleeping forehead. Then I snuck out of the room and the sorority, back to 001.