Oddball for Britney

"Oh God," Megan pleaded and Britney slowly eased Megan's panties over the gentle swell of Megan's hips.

"Oh good," Britney sighed as Megan's hairless mound came into view.

The last Mary that had come to her bedroom had sported a thick bush of dark hair. Britney had become enraged when she saw the profuse growth and had dragged the protesting girl into her bathroom, pulling savagely on the girl's pubic hair.

Britney had shoved the girl onto her commode, spread the girl's legs wide, and none too gently removed much of the girl's bush.

"Fucking think I want all that fucking hair in the way?" Britney had screamed at the girl.

The girl had dared point out that Britney herself sported a dense growth of blonde hair. For that, that Mary had received a stinging slap and a dismissal.

Now, whenever that Mary saw Britney on campus, she turned and ran in the opposite direction.

"Why don't we...?" Britney sighed and eased Megan onto the bed.

"Oh, this is one of those..." Megan sighed as the mattress gave a low sigh and gave easily.

"Yeah, I love my Temperpedic mattress," Britney agreed, sitting next to the girl and easing her backward until they reclined, feet still on the soft carpet.

The two women kissed softly. Megan's hands were at her sides; she still didn't know how to proceed. Her head was still buzzing with the excitement, the sensations that Britney was producing within her.

Britney gently rand her hands over Megan's face and neck, shoulders, arms. She then skipped over Megan's mound and brought her hands down to Megan's knees and lightly ran her hands up and down Megan's thighs.

"Oh," Megan sighed.

Conrad rarely did any of these things. Yes he touched her, but it was usually to grab, not stroke.

After several minutes of light kisses and touches, Britney pulled Megan closer to the center of the large bed.

Here," she whispered and lay Megan on her left side.

She then pulled Megan's feet until the small girl's feet were facing the bottom left corner. Megan lifted her head and watched as Britney lay down on her right side, her feet shoved under the pillows at the top right corner of the bed.

Britney's face was right in front of Megan, although upside down in Megan's field of vision.

"I love doing sixty nine like this," Britney whispered. "Everybody's always in such a hurry; I like to take it slow."

They kissed a few times, upside down lips to upside down lips. Then Britney shifted slightly and her lips were now pressing against Megan's throat.

"Don't leave no hickeys, all right?" Britney softly cautioned as Megan pressed her own lips to Britney's throat. "That is so tacky; I don't know why people do that kind of shit."

"I know! That is, like what? So high school, right?" Megan agreed with Britney.

She again mirrored Britney's actions, lightly touching Britney's face as her lips touched and stroked along Britney's slender throat.

Britney pulled herself forward slightly and smiled as Megan did the same.

Britney softly, slowly pressed her lips to Megan's chest, just above where the flesh began to push forward, just above where Megan's breasts began.

She gently licked a pattern along the top of Megan's left breasts, and then blew warm air over her saliva trail.

"Oh!" Megan gasped.

Britney repeated the gentle tease to Megan's right breast, having to raise her head slightly to do so and again was rewarded by Megan's gasp.

She did this twice more to each breast, and then craned her head forward to actually trace Megan's breasts to just above Megan's small pale pink nipple.

"Oh, Britney moaned as Megan copied her motions, gently licking along Britney's left breast, then blowing warm air over the wet flesh.

Whenever Conrad did suck Megan's nipples, he did so quickly and roughly. Britney reached out with her tongue, lapped at just the very tip of Megan's hard nipple, and then laid the tongue over the nipple before again licking at just the tip. Then she blew warm breath over the wet flesh.

"Damn!" Megan groaned loudly as she orgasmed.

Britney then began to gently suck the small nipple, lapping the tip of her tongue around, then slowly increased suction.

"Oh," Megan moaned just as Britney's suction became painful.

When Megan moaned, Britney released the small nipple, and then switched to the other nipple.

Megan tried to mimic Britney's ministrations and was rewarded by a pleased sigh from Britney.

"Harder," Britney sighed as Megan began to suck at Britney's nipple.

Megan did as Britney asked and was again rewarded with a soft sigh.

"Megan wanted to thrust a hand down to her crotch; she was so close to another orgasm as Britney alternated from one breast to the other. But she kept her hands on Britney's face, just as Britney kept giving her face soft gentle touches.

Britney again shifted forward and Megan found out that the underside of her small breasts were as sensitive to gentle licks and warm breath as the tops of her breasts had been.

She relinquished her hold on Britney's nipple and began to lick along the underside of Britney's left breast.

Britney pulled her hands from Megan's face and began to give the upper portion of Megan's breasts slow, lazy strokes, alternation between finger tips and finger nails. Megan followed suit until Britney shifted forward again and began licking and kissing Megan's belly.

"Oh damn, I'm so ticklish," Megan complained lightly.

"Tough," Britney said and continued to slowly, softly torture Megan's sensitive belly.

Megan tensed up, fighting the urge to squeal, to giggle, to push Britney away.

She tried to distract herself by licking and kissing Britney's belly. It did not help, especially hen Britney scooted forward and delved her tongue into Megan's navel.

"Don't," Megan giggled and tried to push Britney's head away.

Britney grabbed Megan's hand in a fierce grip and aggressively jammed her tongue into Megan's navel, making Megan squirm mightily.

"Fine," Britney spat and again scooted forward.

Megan lay still, excitement giving away to fear. That grip that Britney had clutched her hand in was overwhelming, nearly crushing. Megan's hand actually hurt from the savagery of the grip. Megan began to tremble slightly.

Britney kissed and licked along Megan's lower belly until her tongue reached the top of Megan's pubic mound. Britney then noticed that Megan had stopped kissing and licking her own belly and reached down to force Megan's face to her belly.

Megan began to frantically kiss and lick at Britney's warm flesh, hoping to please Britney.

Any enjoyment was now gone; she was truly frightened. Even as Britney's tongue teased along the very top of Megan's slit, Megan felt no pleasure from it.

She raised her right thigh up as Britney's hand gently forced it up, bending at the knee.

"Oh," Megan moaned as Britney's tongue licked along her slit.

Frightened or not, she could feel what Britney's mouth was doing and could not help but respond physically.

She noticed that Britney had raised her own left thigh in an obvious invitation to Megan.

"Slow," Britney urged, forcing Megan to slow her frantic movements.

She concentrated on licking up and down Britney's drooling slit, trying to force her tongue into Britney's folds, trying to stiffen her tongue into a 'cock' of sorts.

Britney's taste was musky, sweaty, and a little stronger than her own flavor. (She had tasted her own flavor on her fingers after masturbation and on Conrad's cock after sex.)

Britney was enjoying Megan's flavor; a clean flavor, but not overly clean. The last girl she had tasted had cleaned her pussy so thoroughly that there was hardly any flavor at all, until Britney had coaxed an orgasm from the girl. Only then was there any real womanly taste at all. But there was a clean womanly taste leaking from this girl. She delved her tongue into the folds of wet flesh and tasted the nectar inside.

Megan gasped as Britney again shifted forward and lapped slowly at Megan's puckered anus.

No one had ever touched her there; she found the sensation very odd, and oddly pleasant.

She began to question herself; why was she filled with fear? Obviously she had somehow upset Britney when she didn't want her belly button licked, but Britney had apparently forgiven her; she was making such soft, gentle love to her now.

Megan shuddered as Britney's tongue forced its way into her rectum.

Then Britney shifted again and returned to teasing and licking Megan's slit. Britney insinuated a finger into Megan's rectum, slowly pushing in, and then gently, slowly rotating.

"Oh," Megan sighed as Britney's tongue entered her slit and worked up and down.

Britney found Megan's clitoris and teased all around it.

"Oh, oh, oh!" Megan began to hunch her pussy against Britney's face.

"You need to..." Britney said and pushed a hand to the back of Megan's head, forcing Megan's mouth onto her blonde muff.

Megan found Britney's clitoris and sucked it into her mouth.

"Maybe," she thought to herself, "If I give this bitch a good orgasm, she'll quit teasing me and give me one too."

Britney felt her insides begin to tense and sucked Megan's small clitoris into her mouth, while also thrusting a second finger into Megan's tight anus.

"Ooh!" Megan screamed as a powerful orgasm pulsed through her body.

Again Britney shoved Megan's head back into her blonde muff.

Megan lapped earnestly at Britney's slit, then located Britney's throbbing clitoris and sucked on it as if it were Conrad's cock.

She squirmed, uncomfortable with the three fingers that Britney now thrust into her anus. But Britney again pressed down on Megan's head and began to hunch her bristly pubic hair on Megan's face.

"There, there, bite," Britney ordered as Megan sucked on Britney's clitoris. "Damn it, come on Mary, you know how I like it, fuck!"

XxXxX

Megan cried silently as Britney pumped her fist in and out of her sore, stretched rectum. Britney's other hand was thrusting in and out of Megan's splayed pussy.

Megan squirmed and gritted her teeth; she could feel both fists inside of her, could feel them painfully filling her up.

Britney had worked one, two, and then three fingers into her rectum while licking her pussy, but as soon as Britney had orgasmed, she pushed Megan onto her back and began insinuating fingers into Megan's pussy.

Three, then four fingers jammed themselves into Megan's pussy. Megan didn't know if this was how lesbian's made love or not and was too afraid to admit that it hurt, especially when Britney balled both hands up into fists and jammed them deeply into her.

The previously beautiful face of Britney Wertmuller was now a splotchy, angry face.

"Really?" Britney hissed hatefully. "You really thought I wouldn't notice? Huh? All that fucking talk about God and sin and shit?"

Megan now silently prayed to God that He somehow rescue her from this insane woman. Of course, years and years of religious upbringing, years and years of social mores and standards, and guilt over her bisexuality made her feel that God would not rescue her.

"Oh God, I'm so sorry!" Megan called out as yet another unwanted orgasm welled up inside of her.

Suddenly Britney gasped out loud and roughly pulled both fists from Megan. The angry fog had melted away; she could see the raw pain in Mary's face. Angry or not, Britney never wanted to hurt Mary.

Megan screamed in pain and flopped helplessly on the bed as another orgasm pounded her insides.

"I'm sorry," Britney gasped as she scrambled off the bed.

Megan gasped and groaned, unable to move.

"Here, here, oh God, Mary, I'm sorry," Britney babbled as she applied a cool damp cloth to Megan's sweating face.

Megan was grateful for the damp rag; her face felt overheated. As Britney dabbed at her face, she kept babbling her apologies.

"I'm sorry," Britney said again as she pulled the comforter over Megan, then crawled under the sheet and placed a gentle kiss on Megan's forehead.

Megan lay still, listening to Britney's mumbling, and then slowed breathing, and finally, light snores.

Inch by inch, Megan moved to the edge of the large bed, and finally chanced getting out of the bed.

Quickly, she gathered her clothes and scrambled out of the bedroom.

Megan looked around in the darkness and bustled to where she thought the living room of the small house would be. She sighed in relief as she did find the living room; there was a small lamp on.

She opened the front door and stepped outside, letting out her breath as she closed the door behind her.

Megan dressed quickly, hoping that no one could see her in the darkness but more afraid of staying inside Britney Wertmuller's house than being embarrassed.

She did not lace her tennis shoes, just slip them on and sprinted for her car.

"Thank you, Jesus," Megan sobbed out as she hit the door locks, safely emtp,locking herself in the car, safe from Britney or whomever else may be lurking around.

Megan dove to the college dormitory and parked next to Conrad's battered car. Seeing his beat up old car usually gave her a sense of contentment and made her smile. This early morning, it did neither. If anything, it made her slightly angry.

"If you hadn't kept pushing and pushing and pushing, I wouldn't have gone to that fucking bar, fucking asshole," she snarled at his car.

A sudden cramp in her belly made her groan, then the unthinkable happened. Megan loosed her bowels.

The dorm monitor did not even look up from the television as Megan waddled in, just kept her eyes glued to the horribly unfocused television. Most of the students thought that Melanie was actually blind behind those thick horn-rimmed glasses and couldn't tell how out of focus the television was.

Megan prayed that her roommate was out on yet another one of her dates; how Theresa managed to keep a three point eight GPA when the cute red head never studied, never did homework, never stayed in, was a mystery to Megan.

(Conrad had actually suggested to Megan that they might approach Theresa about Megan's curiosity, but Megan had refused.)

Megan was fortunate; Theresa's bed was empty. She grabbed her pajamas off the bed, grabbed her shower kit, and waddled down the hall to the bathroom.

"Hey!" Theresa called out as Megan entered the bathroom. "Just getting rid of the evidence!"

Theresa giggled as she slipped into her flannel pajama bottoms. If she noticed Megan's silence, she didn't acknowledge it.

"Where were you? That Connie guy came looking for you about twenty minutes ago," Theresa continued as she gathered up her shower accessories.

Theresa then smelled Megan and frowned.

"Don't. All right? Don't say a fucking word," Megan spat as she stepped into a shower stall, fully dressed.

"Ew!" Theresa whispered as Megan started the shower.

XxXxX

Britney Came to and looked around her bedroom. The early morning sunlight showed her that the bedroom was empty.

"Fine, Mary, what the fuck ever," Britney mumbled, and then forced herself out of bed.

It would have been nice to wake up and make love, then go for a run, but sometimes the loving was so good, Britney neglected her run.

She put on her shoes and left her bedroom.

Chin Li was in the kitchen, making their breakfast.

"Going for my run," Britney called out.

Chin Li did not answer, but Britney was used to that. For the few years they'd been friends, Chin Li went from not speaking to not shutting up. Chin Li cycled between fits of withdrawn silence to overly effusive affection.

Britney loved the five foot tall Korean girl, but had to admit, she didn't know much about the girl, or understand much about the girl.

From her driveway to Highway 171 and back was roughly five miles. Britney stretched, much to the delight of Mr. Patterson, the seventy nine year old man that lived across the street. With an adjustment to her sports bra, Britney took off at a leisurely pace, and then increased her speed.

For Christmas last year, Chin Li had bought her an IPod to wear when she ran, but Britney found the music to be a distraction, and had almost been hit by a truck when she blindly ran across Highway 171. Since that day, Britney preferred the silence when she ran. The only sound would be her soles slapping against the pocked blacktop and the occasional car; there were few people up at this time of the day.

The run itself was uneventful but Britney was covered in sweat when she staggered back to her door.

"Hurry up; it's ready," Chin Li snapped as Britney walked through the small living room.

"Shower," Britney gasped.

"Fine, whatever, doesn't blame me that your eggs are cold," Chin Li said as she sat in the small breakfast nook between the living room and the kitchen.

"Microwave's right there," Britney said and walked to her bedroom.

Britney stripped off her sweaty shorts and sports bra, entered her small shower, and adjusted the needle sharp spray to as cold as she could stand it.

Even in the cold spray, she could not resist a quick masturbation. She remembered last night's Mary; she had been a cute, even sexy little girl, especially in her black bra and panties.

Britney jerked the shower head off its hook and pressed it directly to her crotch, letting the needle sharp spray batter her clitoris.

"Fuck yeah!" Britney groaned in orgasm.

She pulled her short silk robe on, another Christmas gift from Chin Li, and leisurely made her way to the small breakfast nook. Chin Li was already gone, but Britney's plate was sitting at the head of the small table.

As usual, the plate was a work of art, bright vibrant colors, and everything meticulously in place.

Coffee, with just the right amount of cream, fresh pink grapefruit juice, eggs sunny side up, whole wheat toast with orange marmalade spread from edge to edge, white grits with a pat of yellow butter melting, and brown bacon strips.

"Thanks, Chin Li; I love you," Britney called out.

There was no response, but Britney had not expected one.

XxXxX

Megan used the computer in the library to check her e-mail and found an apology from KittyKat4U30341; an emergency at work had kept her from their meeting.

Megan rapidly typed out a scathing reply, thought about it, then smiled maliciously.

She instead typed out a reply that she was glad that Denise hadn't been there; as it was there had been so many women buying her drinks and asking her to dance, she would have had little time for Denise.

"Fucking bitch," she muttered to herself as she sent the e-mail on its way.

She looked around furtively, then scooted close to the monitor and logged onto the alternative dating web site.

There were several profiles listed within a five mile radius of the campus, most of them she had already read. The new addition made her shudder; the woman looked positively frightening in her photograph and her profile was less than reassuring.

"Hey," Conrad said, sliding into the chair next to her.

"Busy, Conrad," she snapped, quickly shutting down the computer.

"So? How'd it go last night? Huh?" Conrad smirked, ignoring her earlier response.

"Busy, Conrad, what part of 'I'm busy' don't you get?" Megan snapped, raising her voice.

"Oh, um, okay, I'll talk with you later," Conrad said and got to his feet.

Conrad stumbled out the doors and walked to his car. He drove to a nearby park and looked around before pulling out a joint.

"Man, wonder what crawled up her ass," he pondered for the thousandth time since stumbling out of the library.

XxXxX

Chin Li stayed in her room, only coming out to fix herself lunch, then again to fix supper for herself and for Britney. Even then, though, she did not stay and eat dinner with Britney. She served herself a plate of the steaming red beans and rice, and then disappeared into her bedroom, firmly shutting the door.