The Catholic College Experiment Ch. 01

Author's Note: All characters are over the age of 18. This is a story of a lesbian that pretends to be straight at her prestigious Catholic college. Instead of backfiring, she discovers her bisexuality at the hands of a skillful male lover. If this theme bothers you, I advise you not to continue reading.

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I'd like to think that I used to be a strong person. I held my own pretty well over the years. I never let anyone bring me down or belittle me. I stood up for myself and my beliefs. All of that changed when I met him. He changed me. Molded me for his selfish purposes. Broke me and left me with no one but myself to pick up the pieces.

But that's thinking too far ahead. This story does not start with who I am now. It begins with who I once was.

I had gotten accepted into a very prestigious Catholic college to pursue a highly sought out career in performing arts. I wasn't particularly fond of going to a religious school but their reputation was that of accepting students regardless of their religion, nationality, ethnicity, and civil status. Unfortunately for me, sexual orientation was not on the list, but I was okay with it.

I had identified as a lesbian for the majority of my life. Never had I ever been attracted to a member of the opposite sex. The same-sex, however, all my life practically. When those lovely teenage hormones kicked in, I felt a sexual pull toward my female friends more than my male ones. Confusing but not uncommon.

Carrie and I met in my junior year in high school when she moved into town from a big city out west. We were instantly smitten with each other. She was openly gay, unafraid to shout her preference to anyone who would listen. She was extremely attractive and many of the boys and girls desired her.

It seemed like it was fate that brought us together, as we were in nearly every class together, save for our vocational ones. I was in theater and she was in culinary to pursue a career in cooking. She was aspiring to own her own restaurant and become a successful sous chef.

Her weakness was science and English, two subjects I excelled at. We were paired together as a team for assignments in science class and one thing led to another. We started having study nights on the weekends so I could help her with her grades and exams. That soon led to some wonderful kissing and occasional fondling and eventually sex. I felt so blessed to be in her arms. She was so gentle with me, so loving.

I was shocked that out of all the people in school she chose to date me. I wasn't particularly beautiful by any means. I had long flowing red hair and bright green eyes. I hated the freckles on my face but Carrie often complimented me saying they made me that much more adorable. I stood at 5'6 with a skinny build. My breasts were lacking, but she didn't seem to mind one bit. She liked that they were small but she still could get a good handful when she fondled them, which was often.

High school came and went faster than the blink of an eye. Carrie was accepted into culinary school and I was accepted into Catholic college. Well-known Hollywood celebrities had graduated from there, actors that I recognized and had admired for years. It seemed an opportunity of a lifetime for me and Carrie's school wasn't very far away from mine so we could meet up on the weekends when time permitted.

I opted to live on campus and my parents saw me off with happy tears in their eyes. Their baby was going to college and getting a great education! They were thrilled that I was going to an esteemed school centered around religion since they had always been more religious than I. The two of them were thankfully on the accepting side of the spectrum as far as my lifestyle choices went. They didn't disapprove but they weren't exactly thrilled about it either. They accepted it the best they could and still loved me and would always be in my life and have my back. That's all that I ever wanted from them.

I was very careful about who I talked to and interacted with when I started classes. Everyone seemed nice but I knew that saying the wrong thing could set someone off. Our spiritual beliefs could be different. I was aware that some classmates in the room could be homophobic and I would have no clue until the topic was brought up and I could gauge reactions. I wasn't going to be the one doing that though.

I opted to blend into the background and do my homework to the best of my ability and ace my classes. I wasn't there to make friends, I was there to pursue my dream job of becoming an actress and hitting it big in Hollywood. I had high-reaching goals and to achieve them my heart had to be in it. And it was, in the beginning.

After class, a book fell out of my locker onto the floor. A young guy my age picked it up with a smile and handed it to me. He had jet black hair, a strong jaw, and stunning blue eyes. He was what straight people would define as handsome, I was sure a lot of the girls in school were hoping he would talk to them. But instead, he chose me or maybe he was just being a gentleman I reasoned.

I watched him start to unlock his locker which was directly next to mine, a smile on his face as he watched my reaction to his kind gesture. Okay so maybe it was because we were locker buddies.

"I'm Justin," he said, with that charismatic smile on his youthful face.

"Hannah," I replied, returning his smile. I didn't want to be a total bitch and brush him off. But I didn't want to give him the wrong impression that I was interested either.

"Nice to meet you, Hannah. You from around here?" He asked as he gathered up the books he needed for his next class.

"Yes. Born and raised. You?"

"I'm originally from Portland, Maine but my father moved here for a job opportunity he couldn't turn down a few years ago. I was excited to get accepted into the college."

I nodded. "Yeah, me too. I'm taking a lot of their theater and acting classes. Did you know Amy Pohler graduated from here?"

He blinked. "No way. Really? I love Parks and Rec!" He was just as excited as I was. It was... cute.

"Me too! It is one of my all-time favorite shows. I thought, if Amy went here, then I hope I can one day follow in her footsteps and hit it big with a comedy sitcom of my own where I'm the female lead."

Justin chuckled. "That's a pretty big dream, but you seem pretty ambitious. Just an observation."

I grinned. "That's a pretty accurate observation, Justin. You seem like you're pretty good at reading people. You aren't going to become a shrink, are you?"

He laughed. "No. God no. My Dad is a lawyer but I'm going into politics. Probably starting small but I eventually would love to have a job as a Governor or Mayor. I'd settle for Senator too. Lots of successful graduates from here have made it that big so I think I have a pretty good shot."

His smile was contagious. He seemed friendly. As much as I didn't want to get attached to someone, I could see us becoming good friends fast.

"You seem pretty ambitious yourself there, Justin. You can do it. You're hella tall, charming, sincere, and you give off that cool guy political vibe. You'll go far in your career choice," I mused, as I stared into his pleasing blue eyes. I could appreciate a pair of eyes when I see them.

"Thanks, Hannah, that's sweet of you to say," he replied, shutting his locker. "I got to get to class but I hope we see each other again soon."

I smiled. "I'd like that. Maybe we could go for coffee later?" I suggested it before I realized what I was doing.

"Isn't the man supposed to ask the lady out first?" I knew he was teasing by the look on his face.

I was blushing profusely as I laughed. "Come on, man, get with the times! Let me see your phone."

He unlocked it and handed it over with a smirk and watched with amusement as I added myself as a contact with my first name, last name, and phone number. I put the phone back into his open hand.

"Text me so you can be the first to ask," I proposed, biting my lower lip enticingly. I don't know why I was flirting with him, he wasn't going to get anywhere with me. First off I had a girlfriend and second off I was gay. Not that I wanted him or anyone else to know those things. So I'd play possum for now.

I had to remind myself I was in a new school, and that meant new promises and practices. Maybe I could pull off being perceived as a straight girl. I didn't want anyone to know I was a lesbian, as I was in scary new territory with people of various religions. Not everyone was going to be approving of the truth. I was anxious that I would tell the wrong person and become a target for bullying and hate. I didn't want to go down that road whatsoever. I had gotten lucky in high school, once Carrie showed up nobody seemed to care that we were dykes.

I got Justin's text during my next class. I couldn't help but look as I heard my phone buzz. It read Starbucks. 5:30. Meet me out front so we can walk there together. See you then, gorgeous.

Gorgeous? He found my looks to be to his liking. Did this bother me? I wasn't sure what to think, to be honest. I didn't want to cheat on Carrie in any way. But I also needed to make friends and Justin had been the first to even bother talking to me. He was nice. So I decided to make the most of the opportunity presented to me.

I made sure to hide my phone under the desk as I texted him back. See you then, handsome.

Ugh. I couldn't believe that I was actually flirting with the opposite sex and giving him the impression that I might be interested in something more than friends with him. It was wrong to lead him on, I knew that. Maybe tonight I would tell him that I had a "boyfriend". Would he be mad and run off on me? I didn't want to let down or scare away the first pal I had made here.

I was nervous when my last class of the day wrapped up. I had a half-hour to get back to my dorm and get ready for my "date" with Justin. What was I going to wear? I wanted to give the impression that I was a good girl and if he wanted to date me he was going to need to put in some effort to get anywhere with me.

So I wore a light pink button-down that I liked to think accentuated my green eyes. I tucked it into a pair of skinny jeans held up by a leather belt. It was casual but cute. I hoped he thought so too. He had better not think of getting handsy tonight since this was our first time seeing each other off of campus.

I found him at the front of the school waiting for me. He looked good, I couldn't deny that. He wore a black t-shirt that accentuated his muscled form, and relaxed jeans. I was impressed that he chose clothes just as informally as I had for our coffee date.

"Hi," I said, suddenly feeling shy. Was this going to be awkward the whole time? I hadn't been out on a date in forever.

"Hey. Thanks for coming. You look beautiful," he replied, with a cordial smile on his face. "It's cute you're nervous. I like that I make you that way. Let's go."

Oh, God. He was flirting already! It felt so strange and unusual to be insinuating this was meant to be a romantic evening between us. But I was all for going with the flow right now, for the sake of keeping a friend.

We ordered our drinks and food and took a seat in the corner. I sat across from him and had to admit that for a young man of his age he wasn't that bad looking. Out of all the girls at school, he had chosen me to ask out. Was this a blessing or a curse?

"So, tell me about yourself," he said, interrupting my thoughts.

I realized I seemed to have zoned out and blushed heavily. "Oh. Sorry." I laughed before I continued. "Well, I went to high school in the area. Graduated with high honors. I've always known that I want to be an actress since I was a little girl. I grew up watching shows like Buffy, Xena Warrior Princess, Bones, Risoli and Isles. You know, shows with female leads in them."

He smiled, nodding approvingly. "And what about boyfriends? You're a knockout, Hannah. I bet you've had several."

Oh, we were getting to that already, huh? "I've had a fair share. But nothing that led to anything profound." I wasn't lying to him. I had dated all of three people in my life, having had a couple of boyfriends during the denial period of my sexuality before Carrie. They hadn't gotten anywhere aside from holding my hand a few times, we hadn't even kissed before I broke up with them a month or so later. I was a real cocktease back in the day. In the end, I'd found those relationships dissatisfying and I had not been charmed by the guys I'd dated at all.

"What about you? Have you had a lot of girlfriends? You seem pretty charming yourself, you know," I flirted, taking a sip of my vanilla latte. Delicious. If nothing else, at least I was getting some good food and drink out of this!

"I've had a fair few. Only been in one serious relationship. It ended amicably," he said, watching me with his blue eyes over the rim of his cup as he took a long sip of his drink. He had gotten a caramel latte which was my second favorite so I knew he had good tastes.

The rest of the night went pretty smoothly. We made small talk about high school, hobbies, and disastrous dates. I found Justin surprisingly easy to talk to. More importantly, he was very confident about the goals he wanted to attain before college ended which was something I would be looking for in a partner if I wasn't spoken for. He was here for the same reason I was, to achieve his long-term aspirations of having a flourishing career.

It was late by the time we walked back to campus. He followed me to the entrance of the girl's dormitory like a true gentleman to see me off. It was strictly prohibited to bring a male into the building. Even though we were all adults, they wanted shenanigans like intercourse to be taken off the grounds.

"Well as far as first dates go, this one went well. I had a great time tonight, Hannah," he said, staring intensely into my eyes. "Can I take you out again to dinner this Saturday?"

I didn't even hesitate. "Yes." Shit. Why didn't I falter? Was I enjoying his company more than I expected? He was right, we'd had a good evening together. I wasn't sorry that I went out with him. Quite the opposite, I was relieved.

I was about to turn around to go inside when he kissed me. It completely caught me by surprise. I was so taken aback I didn't know how to react. But as he lingered, I found my lips brushing against his before I could help it. Sensing my response, he deepened the kiss and I felt his large hands move to my hips to pull me close enough that I could feel the heat radiating off his sinewy body.

His lips caressed my mouth and I parted them to let him in. Our tongues wrestled for supremacy as his larger body lingered against my smaller one. He was so tall at 6'4 that I had to stand on tiptoes to hold our passionate lip locks. I was kissing him back now and melting into it. His lips felt so different than a woman's, they were so rough. I could feel the stubble on his face sometimes prickling my skin if he tilted his head a certain way. It was surprisingly not a repulsive feeling.

I tangled my fingers into his hair and let out a scandalous moan before I could stop myself. Kissing him felt unexpectedly nice and I was getting into it.

I felt his hand groping my breast over my blouse as we fed at each other's lips. I gasped as he brazenly pinched my nipple, giving it a harsh jerk. Oh, fuck. My bosom was my weakness during sex. I loved to have my globes played with. How did he know?

Sensing my vulnerability, I felt him pulling my shirt out from my jeans. It lifted some as his hands went underneath to cup my firm tits. I knew I should tell him to stop. He was taking this way too far. It was very dark and we were covered in shadows away from the entrance for no one to see.

He began to pinch and tug on my sensitive nipples and I couldn't help but moan against his mouth as he did this. It was futile because our kisses just drowned the sounds out. He was treating me so roughly like I was his toy. I didn't despise it by any means. The way he was twisting my tits made me putty in his capable hands. I had never had someone be so aggressive with me like this. When Carrie and I made love, she was very timid, nothing this brutal. I could tell that Justin wanted me, lusted for me.

What was wrong with me? I wanted to scream at him to knock it off, but I didn't. He was somehow invoking feelings in me that were new and exciting. I wouldn't normally let a man touch me like this. I was giving Justin that privilege because I was scared. Afraid of him and others finding out the truth about me. That I was a dyke and I did sinful things with women. Somehow this felt like a small penance to pay to maintain the illusion that I wasn't.

He teased my tits until I was dripping. My hands clung to his shoulders as he played with my aching tit flesh for a few more minutes before he was satisfied he had me where he wanted me. And he did, as I had practically come as he manhandled me with his naughty paws. He was acting like a savage!

He maneuvered us further into the shadows behind the bushes so we would remain hidden. I didn't bar him as he unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans with his dexterous fingers. His lips moved to my neck and he kissed and sucked on my skin tauntingly. It felt so strange but so wonderful all at once. My fingers tangled into his hair as he lifted my shirt up until my small breasts were revealed for his viewing pleasure.

He surprised me by leaning his head forward to capture a nipple between his teeth. I had to put my hand over my mouth to stifle my moans as he had his way with my forbidden flesh. I should be telling him to fuck off and never talk to me again. Instead, I was acting like a whore for him. I was soaked. A man had made me wet between the legs just by playing with my tits. What the fuck?

His tongue flicked rapidly over my nipple as his hand moved into my panties. I felt his fingers stroking my soaked slit and before I knew what I was doing, I was spreading my legs to give him better access to my sex.

He took advantage of this and his thumb began strumming my clit. Shortly after not one, but two of his long and thick digits penetrated my sopping cunt. Combined with him licking and sucking on my teats, I was climbing rapidly toward one of the most colossal orgasms of my young life.

I grabbed his head to keep him latched onto my chest as he rotated his mouth between my twin peaks. His fingers fucking my pussy were reaching places I didn't know were possible. He had large hands and in this situation that worked to his advantage. His agile digits were a lot lengthier and broader than Carrie's were and he knew what to do with them to drive me insane with bliss. My brain felt foggy, I wasn't able to think clearly at all.

I yanked his head off my tits and kissed him deeply to drown on my moans as I came explosively on his thrusting fingers. I rocked and rolled my hips to the beat of his movements as my juices spurted out of me in a rush all over his hand and my thighs. I hadn't ever squirted so these sensations were completely virginal to me.

He kept fingering me roughly as more and more feminine ejaculate splashed everywhere. I knew my underwear was ruined and my jeans probably were going to look like I had soiled them. But all that mattered to me was the immense ecstasy this maestro of a man was bringing me.

I was shaking as he finally stopped, clinging to his strong body. Our kisses slowed down and I soon felt something hard and hot rubbing against my drenched snatch. I realized with a start that it was his cock. He was going to fuck me. I was going to get fucked by a man for the first time.

I mewled as I felt my hole traitorously yield easily for him to come inside. His cock stretched and widened my pussy as he pushed hard and more and more of him filled me up inch by delicious inch. I was sore down there from his massive fingers but the sensations were amazing. He felt so hot and hard and I could feel each part of his big dick rubbing over my silken walls.