How Christi Paid for College Ch. 08

Christi would not be able to put all this into words until long after. At the moment, she only knew that she wanted to possess her friend and that Hannah was giving herself over to Christi's hunger. She kissed deep and hard, devouring Hannah's mouth, tongue and teeth and lips mixing and thrusting and sucking at each other in greed. Hannah's hands were wandering. No, not wandering. Seeking. They pulled Christi's shirt free of her waistband and roamed up inside. She cupped Christi's full breasts and squeezed them. Her fingers slid inside the bra cups to find great handfuls of pure soft flesh.

Christi moaned as her friend fondled her tits. God, they were sensitive. She loved feeling her lovers play with them. She moaned into Hannah's mouth, and Hannah sighed back into hers. It didn't matter, it dawned on her. It didn't matter if it was a boy or a girl gripping her taut nipples. It didn't matter if it was a guy's lips or a girl's kissing hers. It wouldn't matter if a man's tongue or a woman's opened the soft folds of her pussy and licked them. She wanted it all, and she wanted it now. Hannah broke the kiss to slide down and bury her face in Christi's chest, and Christi smiled and squealed at her licks and kisses.

But she wanted to share and share alike. She loved the feeling of Hannah dwelling over her tits -- would Hannah feel the same? After a few delicious moments she rolled over onto her back and pulled her friend up over herself, peeling Hannah's t-shirt up and over her head. Hannah's boobs were glorious, smooth white spheres of soft flesh over a slim waist. She pulled Hannah down to her own open mouth and began to suck each nipple in turn.

My god, they're wonderful, she thought. So this is what guys get so excited about.

It had always seemed strange to her. Sure, hers were sensitive, and she was glad that guys liked to play with them. But she had never understood why they wanted to so much. Boobs were just -- boobs. Awkward things you had to pack into a bra all day. As Hannah's rich breasts smothered Christi's face, though, she felt it. This was home. This was softness and the sweetest caress. This was love made flesh. She drank it in, loving Hannah's tits as her friend sighed and grinned and squealed.

"Oh fuck, Hannah," Christi sighed, "You are so fucking gorgeous..."

"MMmmm thank you," Hannah moaned back.

"Turn around... sixty-nine me!"

"Wow....well, fuck, OK. If you really want me to..."

"Turn around NOW, bitch!" Christi almost screamed. Her pussy was burning. Someone had to help it.

Christi was wearing one of the miniskirts that was her normal wardrobe these days, but Hannah had been lounging in sweats when her friend came to the dorm. The sweatshirt was now pulled up over her head and behind her neck (still on at the sleeves) to let her tits free, but as she lifted and twisted around Christi grabbed at the waistline of her sweatpants and dragged them down. Hannah squealed and laughed as they pulled down to her knees and revealed the purple LOVE PINK panties underneath, then Christi grabbed those too and ripped them down to Hannah's ankles. Hannah suddenly stopped giggling, took a deep breath, and smiled. She positioned herself standing over Christi, back to front, and looked down over her shoulder.

"You want to eat my pussy, missy?" she asked innocently.

"Yes please, ma'am!" Christi said back, grinning.

"Well, OK then..." and Hannah lowered herself down to her knees.

Christi had never tasted pussy before, except her own, when guys had stroked her damp folds and then fed their fingers to her, or when she had sucked a cock freshly slipped out from fucking her cunt. She liked it. It hadn't occurred to her that Hannah's taste would be different. It was subtle, but a little... more tangy, she decided. It was hard to describe. But she decided she liked it. She cupped Hannah's breasts where they hung against her belly and began to taste and lick her friend's smooth-shaven pussy.

I like this, she thought. Never thought I was into girls... but I like this. The Katy Perry song hummed in her ears, with the lyrics rewritten a little... I licked a girl and I liked it... I fucked a girl and I liked it... Hannah's slit was bulging and swollen, cunt lips stretching out to her as she lapped slowly and firmly up one side and down another. She caught the clit on the tip of her tongue and twitched it back and forth, feeling it swell and press against her mouth. Hannah moaned deeply and writhed over her. Holy fuck this is fun, Christi thought. A whole other kind of power, and over a girl! She dove in and ate her friend's cunt out, harder and deeper.

Hannah was not idle at the other end, either. Her tongue pressed and licked and she sucked Christi's pussy lips up between her teeth and gnawed on them through firm lips. Christi's hips bucked and twisted at each touch as electric jolts shot through her body. "Oh fuck!" Christi squealed to her friend. "Don't stop! Don't fucking stop... just let me let me..." Christi slid one hand down to her own cunt, feeling Hannah continue to lick and suck at her clit... so so so fucking good... She reached inside, plunging her own hand inside her tunnel, and found the spot on the damp fleshy wall.

"Fuck fuck fuck keep licking me Hannah, keep going....!" Hannah obeyed, her mouth working sorcery on the coed's cunt. It was close... there was the spot... right there... now!

Christi whipped her hand out of her pussy as Hannah shoved her face in to lick harder, and a sudden gush came. Cum juice squirted all over Hannah's face from Christi's gaping pussy, dousing Hannah in musky, messy liquid. Hannah yelped in surprise.

"Holy fuck! What the fuck was that?!" She cried, half shocked and half delighted.

"Mmmmm fuck, I came for you baby," Christi said, unconsciously using the word she used for her male lovers. "Do you like how you make me squirt?"

"Holy shit, that's amazing! How do you do that?" Hannah asked. She licked the clear cum from her lips where Christi had sprayed it.

"Like this," Christi said. "Hold still..."

Christi brought her hands to Hannah's cunt now. She slowly increased the tempo of her licking on Hannah's pussy. Her fingers probed Hanna's lips, stroking them, parting them, ratcheting up the intensity bit by bit. She slid a finger inside... a second... Hannah was moaning, trying to kiss and suck at Christi still but starting to be overwhelmed by the orgasm building in her belly. Christi shoved three and four fingers into her friend, probing the vagina, looking for the spot. Hannah's whole body suddenly spasmed and shuddered and Christi knew she had it.

"Oh fuck, Christi, stop, I think I have to pee!" Hannah cried.

"It's not pee, bitch," Christi said back with a chuckle. "Hold still while I fuck you!" Her hand pumped in and out of Hannah's cunt, faster and harder now, carefully stroking the one magic spot. Hannah was writhing, out of control, her teeth clenched and howling like an animal. There... there... fuck her... almost there.... Yes!

Christi slid her fingers out of Hannah's pussy all at once and rubbed her clit vigorously. Hannah screamed and arched. A blast of pungent clear cum gushed out of her cunt and splattered all over Christi's face. It arced through the air like a fountain as Hannah moaned loudly in orgasm and ecstasy. Christi licked it up, and licked her fingers, then gave a few last licks to Hannah's slick swollen pussy, enjoying every morsel of her. Hannah collapsed and whimpered.

Finally, after a few exhausted seconds, Hannah turned around and cuddled in next to her best friend. The two college girls patiently licked their own cum off each other's faces, kissed and nibbled at each other's lips, and lazily caressed and stroked each other's tits and pussies until they sank into a haze of pleasure.

"Holy fuck that was good," Hannah said finally. "I can't believe it never occurred to me to do that with you before."

"Mmmm," Christi agreed. "Well, now that you know what a whore I am, we can do it anytime. No charge." The two of them giggled.

"God, thanks," Hannah said, settling her face against Christi's cleavage. "I needed that. Haven't had a guy in months. And never a girl at all before this."

"Hey," Christi said, "thank YOU. That was amazing for me too, you know."

"So..." Hannah purred, "you want me to fuck Anders for you?"

"Please."

.....

They didn't want to waste time, but it took Christi a trip back to Kappa (after her late afternoon classes) and a few texts to track down where Anders could be found. As it turned out, he had gone to the university's astronomical observatory, perched on a hilltop a few miles off campus, and would likely be there taking observations till late in the night. Christi found out that he had reserved the main telescope until one in the morning, and would be the only one up there.

Apparently telescope time was a premium commodity, and Hannah calculated that distracting him from getting his observations done would only piss Anders off and put him in the wrong mood. She calculated that it might be best to catch him right as he was finishing up, when he was still alone up there but could spare the time. Maybe he would even be in a celebratory mood.

She didn't have a car, so Christi agreed to drive her and wait outside while Hannah made her pass at Anders. The girls convened in Hannah's room at midnight to settle on clothing. Sexy, but not too slutty; it would be important not to give away the game before Anders was hooked. A knee-length plaid skirt and a white blouse that Hannah unbuttoned just a notch lower than usual would do the trick. She almost looked like a catholic school girl, but not too obviously so, and covered with a denim jacket.

It was a warm night when they drove up to the observatory, holding their breath at each hairpin turn up the steep hill. Christi turned the engine off and waited in the small parking lot. Hannah got out of the car and tried the observatory door, and was relieved to find it unlocked. She dialed Christi's cell phone and tucked the phone in her purse so that Christi could hear everything that happened. They had agreed on this detail in case Hannah should run into any kind of trouble, or if not, just for Christi's entertainment while she sat in the car.

Hannah had never been inside the observatory and wandered lost back and forth in a featureless concrete hallway, before she figured out which door led to a staircase and cautiously made her way upstairs. It was completely silent except for intermittent electronic hums and mechanical creaking. She found it creepy. Hours up here on your own and you'd freak out, she thought. I hope Anders hasn't.

The staircase led to another metal door that opened into a huge vaulted room, filled with tables of computers and complicated electronic equipment like something from a bad science fiction movie. A great vertical opening in the curved ceiling let a draught of cool night air in, and she shivered. Aiming up through it was the great white tubular telescope, pride and joy of the university's astronomy department. It aimed up at a perfect 45 degree angle and Hannah couldn't help thinking that it looked like a massive white prick. She giggled.

She had brought two bottles of beer and they clinked as she stepped through the door. At the sound, she felt movement to her right -- it was Anders, suddenly looking up from a computer, surprised.

"Hi," she said shyly, and twirled her fingers in a little wave.

"Hi," he said, puzzled. "Hannah. What are you doing up here?"

"Looking for you," she said. "The guys at your frat said I could find you here. You have some time?"

Anders scowled, his pale Nordic face darkening somewhat. "In a minute, I guess," he said. "I've got most of the observations logged, I just need to run some software here and that's it."

"OK, I guess I can wait a minute," Hannah said, and ventured a smile. Anders didn't return it. "You want a beer?"

"Hold on," he murmured, his attention immersed in the computer again.

Hannah found a chair and waited. She opened one of the beers for herself and took a sip, letting the bitterness wash over her taste buds. She hadn't eaten in hours and the alcohol went straight to her head in a faint buzz. Computers buzzed and she almost jumped out of her chair when the telescope suddenly rotated in place with a harsh metallic screech.

"Ok, that should do it," Anders said, leaning back in his seat and shutting the computer monitor off. "So Hannah comes to me offering beer. What the hell is going on?"

Hannah passed him the second bottle and he opened it to take a swig, never taking his eyes off her. "I spoke to Christi today."

Anders snorted. "Oh, did you. Great."

They had decided to make up as little as possible, to give it to him straight apart from revealing that Christi had deliberately sent her friend to fuck him. "She told me you seemed pretty mad at her today. You want to tell me what's up?"

"Not really, no."

"Well fuck, Anders, I brought you beer and came all the way up here," she replied with half-fake indignation. "You could at least throw me a bone. I'm trying to help."

He let out a long exhalation and swigged his beer again. "Did she say what I have to be mad about?"

"She thinks you might be jealous or something," Hannah shrugged, drinking from her own bottle.

"Did she tell you what I might have to be jealous about?" Anders pressed her.

"Not really. She's thinking maybe she shouldn't have played doctor with you or whatever it was the two of you did."

Anders' face turned beet red. "She told you that?"

"Something to that effect."

"And the rest of it?"

"What rest of it?"

Anders fell back in his chair and looked away from her, shaking his head. "Never mind. It's none of my business anyway. Definitely not my place to tell you."

Hannah took this in silence, thinking what to say next. Then she looked at him with her head tilted to the side. "She made me jealous, too, you know. You're not the only one."

That caught his attention. Anders looked back. "What are you talking about?"

"She talked about you. She said you're... well, she was pretty impressed. Made me jealous, that she got to see it and I didn't."

Anders chuckled. "Oh really."

"Yeah." Hannah swigged her beer again.

"That's so fucked up."

"I'm totally serious, Anders," Hannah said in a level voice. "Christi really said you have the most amazing cock she's seen. Like -- amazing. OK? So, yeah. I'm jealous."

"Well, I guess she's the one who could judge," Anders answered.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean that she should know, cause she -- oh dammit, Hannah, I'm not going into this."

"You're already into this, and I brought you a beer at one AM and I'm listening to you. Spill it."

He held his silence for a long moment. Then, conspiratorially, he leaned in to her and whispered loudly. "You want to know what it really is? What it REALLY is?"

"Go for it. Tell me."

"Your friend Christi," Anders rasped, "is a fucking whore. A literal, fuck for dollars, living whore. She's already fucked most of the guys in kappa. For money. That's what it is. That's what your friend is."

Out in the parking lot, every word of this conversation came over Christi's phone, on speaker. At this last exchange, she felt a damp leak in her panties, squirmed in the driver's seat, and slipped a hand inside her panties to stroke her pussy. Yes Anders, she whispered to herself, that's what I am. I'm a whore. I'll fuck your sweet cock any time you want. Just don't cage me.

Hannah read Anders' face carefully. This was the key moment. She could lose him here, or reel him in, depending on how she played it. She leaned in close, as he was, sharing his conspiratorial manner. She knew that he could smell the shampoo in her hair and the faint scent of her perfume, that her blouse hung just a little open to show the curve of her breast and that he had probably eaten no more than her and the beer would be buzzing in his head too. "I'm not surprised, Anders. You showed her your cock. She said it was amazing. She discovered how much she wants it now... because of you. You woke something up inside her and she can't get it back in the box."

Anders scowled at her. "Are you saying that she's a whore because of me?"

Hannah looked deep into his eyes. "She's a whore because she's a whore. But I'm saying that you're the one that helped her realize it."

"I thought I was special. I didn't think she'd go spreading her legs for every guy in the house."

They were so close. Eyes were locked, Hannah even felt their breath was mingling in the narrow space between their faces. "You are special, Anders. You have a gift." She gently let her free hand rest on his knee, and slowly, imperceptibly slide upwards. "You ... you can open a woman up. Any woman. Anyone would want your gift."

Christi, in the car, thought of Anders' massive white prong and his milky seed spilling over her. Her breath grew short and her eyes closed as her fingers urgently scooped their way up into her cunt.

Anders was confused. He stared into Hannah's eyes. He felt her hand on his thigh. Lust burned in her face. He flushed. Was she serious? "My gift."

"Your GIFT, Anders. She wanted it. Any woman would. You do something to us. I can't believe you never found out till now." Her hand slid higher up his thigh. He didn't pull away.

"I'm a nice guy. I don't use women like that. I don't date whores."

"You're not as nice as you think," Hannah said, her voice almost a moan. Her hand slid into his crotch. She could feel his cock, hard under his slacks, and began to rub it. "And whores don't want you for a date. We want to be used. Used like sluts."

He wanted to push her away, to shove her roaming hand off his bulging shaft, but he couldn't. Hannah's lustful eyes kept him hypnotized. "And you... you're a whore too? You want to be used like a slut too?"

"Mmm hmmm" -- it wasn't even so much of an answer as a mesmerizing hum, a purr of affirmation, as Hannah kept Anders' eyes locked on hers and her hands reached for his fly. She pulled the buckle of his belt loose, popped open the top button and smoothly slid the zipper down. Her hands groped inside and found the thick shaft of his cock in his briefs and pulled at it. It was caught awkwardly in the fabric. Hannah sank down off the chair to her knees between Anders legs and kept pulling. Instinctively, Anders stood up. The slacks slipped down to his calves and Hannah pulled the briefs down after them.

His cock was just as Christi had described -- long, thick, hard, a royal pink pole. Hannah loved it instantly. She smiled eagerly up at Anders. His face was still dour yet also intense and lustful, then she opened her mouth wide and gulped as much of the beautiful cock in as she could. The swollen head slid through her lips and over her teeth and she felt it slip over her palate. She pushed forward with her mouth and felt the bulb squish into the back of her throat. It felt so fucking good there.

Anders moaned as she swallowed his cock. He had watched porn, he knew what this was, but he had never felt it before. Hannah, on the other hand, had spent her time with several boyfriends and knew what she was doing. She slid back, letting his dick almost slide out of her mouth, then shoved her whole head forward again and gulped him. This time she didn't stop; the mushroom of his cockhead reached her throat, but she opened her gullet and kept swallowing. The urge to gag flooded her brain but she pushed it aside mentally and kept going. Anders' massive cock entered her throat, choking her, and she held it there. She couldn't breathe. She didn't want to. She held his dick in her throat long seconds she couldn't count, then let him go and fell back, gasping for breath, tears running over the mascara on her eyelashes.