Women's Studies Ch. 05

The two couldn't keep their eyes off of Kennedy, and I couldn't blame them. Her body looked amazing, and she was the perfect Black Widow. To tip the scales in her favor, it seemed Kennedy had pulled the zipper on her top down a few inches below her breast, making them virtual lodestones to their eyes.

Kennedy focused in on the okay looking one, and in no time, they were talking and laughing. We couldn't hear their conversation, but eventually Kennedy smiled and pulled out the condom. We were all surprised when he eagerly took the condom from her and opened it. Before we knew it, he was blowing it up with a fury.

"Holy shit that's huge!" Skylar said as it got bigger and bigger.

It was impressive. It was almost two feet long and as big around as a basketball.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, grabbing my phone. In our amazement that Kennedy had gotten this guy to do it, we forgot about the picture. I quickly snapped a couple from across the room, making sure to get both Kennedy and the guy in the frame.

In no time the guy blew himself out and was seriously out of breath. Kennedy gave him a consoling smile and a pat on the arm before getting up and coming back to our table.

"How the hell did you get him to do that so easily?" I asked.

"Easy," Kennedy said, sitting down. "I told him that we would all blow him if he could blow up that condom until it popped in under a minute."

"You what?" Abigail said, shocked and a little outraged. I had to admit, I didn't like hearing that I had narrowly escaped having to give a stranger a blow job.

"Relax, it's impossible to blow one up that fast. He only got about halfway before the time was up," Kennedy explained. "Those things can get to like four feet long."

"Fine, but let's not barter each other for sex. All right?" Abigail said shifting around in her seat. It appeared she didn't like the thought of having possibly been required to suck on a strangers cock.

"Okay, no more. I promise," Kennedy said looking a little ashamed with herself. Less for me and Skylar, and more for Abigail I was sure. Their relationship was still new, and Abigail, despite her growing exploits with Kennedy, was still rather innocent.

"While you two kiss and make up, I think I just found my lap dance," Skylar announced, peering around me at a guy sitting in a cushioned chair in the corner with some friends. "Get your camera ready."

"I need another drink," Abigail stated before walking over to the bar.

With Abigail occupied, and Skylar making her move on an objective, Kennedy moved in close and asked me a question.

"Can we just take a picture of your cock for the challenge?" Kennedy whispered to me. "We can just slip away and get it done really quick."

It sounded so easy, but the more I thought about it, the more I was scared. What if somebody happened across us while I had my cock out? What if part of my costume was in the picture and someone recognized it? I couldn't think of all of the things that could go wrong, but my mind was still screaming no.

"I don't think so," I said slowly. "It would be cheating, and I really don't want someone to walk in on us and see...me."

"Come on! It would be so easy!" Kennedy persisted.

I could see the argument from her side, but I was still scared, and my nerves won out. "Sorry Kennedy, but no."

She seemed a little upset by my response.

By the time Abigail returned with her new drink, Skylar was well on her way to checking off her lap dance. A nice slow beat had just started over the speakers, and she had casually sat down in the lap of a handsome Jack Sparrow. It looked like a nice conversation with him rubbing the bare skin of her back, courtesy of her tiny shirt. Very subtly she began to move her ass in the guy's lap until she was eventually fully grinding on his crotch. After developing a nice solid rhythm, she easily shifted her position so she was facing away from him, and sat between his spread legs. Her back was resting against his chest as she continued her gyrating motions. Skylar leaned her head back to whisper in his ear as she took both of his hands in hers. She placed them on her fishnet thighs, and slowly pulled them up, passing her short shorts and onto her smooth stomach, even letting his fingers brush the exposed undersides of her breasts.

The whole time, Kennedy was snapping away pictures until the song ended and Skylar eased herself off of Jack Sparrows lap. She gave him a sweet kiss on the cheek before violently grabbing his face and licking him from jaw to forehead. She was completely crazy! With a laugh, she blew him a kiss and skipped away.

"How was that?" Skylar asked with a smile.

"See for yourself," Kennedy said, smiling. She held out the phone for Skylar to see. Apparently, she hadn't been taking pictures, but had videotaped the entire thing instead. When the video finally reached the end where she kissed and then licked this guy's face, she was laughing so hard.

"I look like a total nut job!" she laughed. "You have to send that to my phone!"

After Skylar's little dance things settled down for a bit. With Kennedy being our designated driver, the rest of us began to drink more heavily in anticipation for the night to really begin. Abigail seemed a little more withdrawn, almost like the old Abigail, and I was sure it had something to do with Kennedy. It seemed that she wasn't over the bet she made, and even though Kennedy had been adamant that it wasn't possible for someone to do it, she was upset at the idea of being wagered like that.

As we waited for the evening crowd to arrive, we made our way from bar to bar in an attempt to find likely candidates for our other objectives, as well as the elusive Waldo, Carmen San Diego, and Ninja Turtles. Together we had agreed that if we kept moving, we would increase our odds.

It was around 11pm before we tackled another challenge. We were at a place called El Hefe's when Abigail spotted our sexy witch on the dance floor. She was a tall stunning blonde, wearing a black hat and a dress with a lace up front and skirt that barely covered her ass.

"Dibs!" Kennedy called immediately after Abigail pointed her out.

"Kennedy!" Abigail said a little hurt. I knew that protective look on her face. I had seen it when Abigail had told me that I was the only person she wouldn't fight regarding Kennedy's affections. It seemed that, even while mad at Kennedy, she was still unwilling to let anyone else get their hands on what was hers.

"Don't worry baby, I'm just doing this for the team," Kennedy said, pulling Abigail close. "You know I'm going home with you," she reassured her as she sweetly kissed Abigail's perfect pouty lips.

I watched as Abigail's reluctance faded and she began to kiss back. Their arms wrapped around each other as their tongues dueled between their soft lips, their hands roaming over skintight clothing. Then out of nowhere Abigail squeezed Kennedy's ass causing a startled squeak to slip through Kennedy's lips. When they finally parted, Abigail had a huge grin and a faraway look in her eyes as she gazed back at Kennedy.

"Maybe you want to come and help me?" Kennedy asked brushing her hair back.

Ignoring Abigail's shy blushes, Kennedy pulled her along behind her. None of this really surprised me, this was classic Kennedy. She enjoyed pushing people's boundaries in and out of the bedroom, but always sexually.

"When did that start?" Skylar asked surprised. "Did I miss something?"

"It happened a few weeks ago when we went to The Blacklist across town," I said smiling.

"Wow!" Skylar exclaimed. "But it's Abigail...I mean...Wow!"

"Yeah. I know," I said watching Kennedy and Abigail make their approach to our slutty witch.

The slutty witch was dancing with a few guys when Kennedy pulled Abigail between them, and began dancing with the girl. It started innocent, but quickly progressed to something more. Kennedy moved closer, taking Abigail with her, and began rubbing their bodies against hers. Hands began to roam as their bodies slid against each other's and the guys were eating it up.

Just inches away from our slutty witch, Kennedy pulled Abigail in for a sensual kiss, and when their lips finally parted, she pulled the witch in for one as well and I snapped my picture. When Kennedy broke it off, the witch surprised all of us by planting her lips on Abigail as well.

She had one hand gripped in Abigail's hair while the other moved over her body. I didn't know if it was the alcohol lowering her inhibitions, but after only a small resistance Abigail began to kiss her back, wrapping her arms around her. For several minutes, it was a sexy mess of roaming hands and grinding bodies while their tongues danced between their lips.

I snapped a few more pictures...just for posterity I assure you. When the kiss finally ended, they danced for a brief moment longer before Kennedy pulled Abigail away and back toward us.

"Did you get it?" Kennedy asked.

"Oh, we got it alright!" Skylar said giving Kennedy a high five and Abigail a hug. "I don't even go for girls, and that was still hot!"

"Speaking of hot, I found my lap dance!" Kennedy announced before walking away.

I wasn't sure, but I had the feeling Kennedy was a little upset about Abigail's enthusiasm with our witch, and if her performance was any indication, I was right. Lacking any subtlety, she walked over to a crowd of guys, and without a word she grabbed her target and dragged him a few feet away to a chair and pushed him onto it.

I must say, Kennedy giving a lap dance in a crowded bar was everything I expected and more. Like it was the most natural thing in the world, she plopped herself into his lap and proceeded to grind on him every which way for the next five minutes or so. By the end of it, there was a huge crowd gathered around her, chanting for the Black Widow, and Kennedy didn't disappoint them. Skylar, Abigail and I watched in amazement as Kennedy ate it up and worked her magic.

The downside to Kennedy's lap dance was the need to change venues. It seemed that every guy there thought he deserved the same treatment from her, or the rest of us. We did still need to tick a few more lap dances off of our list, but we all agreed, some of these guys were starting to creep us out with the way they were hovering around us, and if we stuck around we might be the unintentional cause of a riot.

We hopped through a few more bars and Abigail managed to take care of her own lap dance in a nice piano bar. She was drunkenly enthusiastic, and it seemed like she was trying to outdo Kennedy, but in reality, it was almost hard to watch. She might be a good dancer when she was upright, but it was hard not to giggle at her attempt.

There had been long stretches where we just danced, or sat at our table being hit on by a constant stream of guys, and it was during one of these breaks that Kennedy began to feed me drinks. I wasn't aware of what was doing, I was having a great time, and it seemed like my glass never quite managed to get empty.

"Lexi and I will be right back," Kennedy said loudly. "Stick together."

"What?" I asked a little drunkenly. "Where are we going?"

Kennedy hauled me to my feet and pulled me along behind her. Once we rounded a corner, Kennedy turned to me and her smiling attitude changed.

"You, Missy, are being a big pussy!" she said jabbing her finger between my breasts. "You haven't even been trying to help out with the challenges! Hell, even Abigail has done more. I never would have thought you of all people would be chickening out like this. You need to find some big girl panties and start taking some for the team," she said firmly.

I had been nervous about some of the things we had to do, but being caught up in the fun of watching, I hadn't really realized how much I was letting everyone down.

"I'm so sorry!" I said, almost tearing up. "I'm just so scared. I mean I'm not...I'm...I have a...and...I'm not a real girl," I finished, feeling the tears in my eyes.

"Fuck that!" Kennedy said, slapping me. "The hell you aren't. Just look at yourself for fucks sake. If you're not a girl, I don't know who is. Sure, you have a little extra," Kennedy said smiling now, "but that doesn't mean you're not a woman."

"How am I going to give a guy a lap dance?" I asked. "I don't even know how. What if he feels my...you know...And touch a penis? I..." I began swallowing hard, thinking about another challenge that was still waiting to be completed.

This was something I had been fighting for a while. I loved how sexy and desirable I felt as a woman. I loved the attention I received from guys, and I couldn't help but flirt with the cute ones. I even enjoyed dancing with them and the close touching. And Danny...I had Kissed Danny. A guy. And I loved the way I felt in his arms with his hands roaming my body. I even enjoyed the feeling of his hard cock pressed against my ass and stomach.

It had happened. I still thought about it, but at the same time I had been ignoring something. I had a penis. As much as I felt like a woman as Lexi, I was still hiding, even if it felt more true to myself to be like this. I had been drawing invisible lines of what I could and couldn't do. Even though I felt like a woman, deep down somewhere I was still thinking like Alex. I was still thinking like the homophobic virgin, effeminate-looking teenage boy.

"What's so wrong with touching a penis?" Kennedy asked. "I've touched yours many times. Hell, you have more experience with a penis than Abigail, Skylar and I put together."

"It's not the same," I protested.

"How so? It's a penis. You've touched one every day of your life. I'm pretty sure you've given it more hand jobs than you can count," Kennedy said. "And don't give me any of that gay shit either. You're a lady. Cock handling is your business!"

I couldn't hold it in any longer. The damn broke and the tears flew free. Kennedy pulled me into her arms and held me as I let it all out. I couldn't control myself as I cried into her shoulder. I won't go into the specifics, but it wasn't pretty. It was however what I needed.

I had been so conflicted about this for so long. I still didn't really know if I was gay, but I had been so worried about it, and feeling guilty about the thoughts I'd been having. Here Kennedy was saying that it was all right. She was someone I admired and looked up to, and it meant so much hearing it from her.

My sister Audrey had told me once that I might have a bi side, and that it would be okay if I did. It felt like so long ago, and even though I still remember the sincerity on her face when she said it, it wasn't the same as having Kennedy in front of me saying that it was okay. When my sister had told me, it was at a time when I was confused and in firm denial. Part of me wished she was still around to help me navigate through this new world, but I was glad that I had Kennedy with me in her place.

"Shh, it's okay Sweety. Everything's okay," Kennedy whispered to me as she stroked my hair. "You're okay."

When my tears finally subsided Kennedy just held me until I had settled down.

"Now that we got that out of the way. I guess I understand you not wanting some guy to feel you rubbing your lady bits on him, but next time talk to me about it. When we get back to the table you are going to sit in my lap, and we'll do a little test run," Kennedy said, fixing my hair. "And if all goes well, you should be able to give some lucky guy a pretty nice lap dance that he won't soon forget."

"Now, you need to clean yourself up," Kennedy said. "No one wants to get a lap dance from a girl that's been crying."

After another big hug, Kennedy and I went to the lady's room to freshen ourselves up. Well, mostly just for me to freshen up. I washed away my tears and reapplied my makeup, and made sure my hair was in order before donning my cute eye-mask and returning to our table with Kennedy. At that moment I was thankful for my mask. It hid the redness around my eyes so my friends wouldn't see how much of a wreck I had been.

We made it back to our table with a fresh round of drinks waiting for us. Kennedy sat down in her spot by the wall and gently pulled me into her lap.

"Our little Lexi's been worried all night because she doesn't know how to give a lap dance," Kennedy explained to our cheery group.

"Really?" Skylar asked. "I would have thought you would be a pro at them. Not that you're a slut. You're hot," she said rather quickly, beginning to ramble. "Haven't you ever been grinding up against some guy while you were making out?"

"I kind of hadn't done anything until I came here," I explained.

It was true. I was still a hopeless virgin until my sister drove down with me to send me off to college. Sure, I did have that one memorable time with Tiffany Scott, but I was on the receiving end of the grinding, and there was a difference between seeing something done, and knowing how to do it yourself.

"What about that friend of yours that helped you move into the dorm in the beginning of the year?" Abigail asked.

"She was my first," I said, avoiding eye contact. I could feel the blood rushing to my cheeks and at that moment I was wishing I had a larger mask. Two out of three people at this table didn't know that 'Dreya' was my sister, but I couldn't help but realize that I still just told them that I lost my virginity to my sister.

"She was very pretty," Abigail mused.

"Did any of you think she looked familiar?" Skylar asked. "I kept thinking I'd seen her somewhere before?"

Kennedy suddenly burst out laughing.

"Oh, that tickles!" she squealed, quickly covering herself. When she calmed down, she grabbed my hips and slowly began to move them.

"Just follow my lead," Kennedy said into my ear. "That's it. Arch your back and stick your butt out. Now keep your body still and rock your hips forward in a rolling motion," she instructed.

I continued to let Kennedy's hands guide me as my friends watched on. It was a little awkward at first, but I seemed to quickly get the hang of it as Kennedy moved on to instructing me in a gyrating technique that she claimed men loved.

"This is so hot," Abigail said as she stared on in a trance.

I didn't know how long I had been sitting on Kennedy's lap. I had really gotten into it and was enjoying the feeling and the rhythm. While I was still lost in the moment Kennedy broke the spell, whispering into my ear. "I think that should be enough practice for now doll. I couldn't feel anything but that beautiful ass on me. You should be okay, as long as you don't get too excited."

As much as I enjoyed it, Kennedy was right, it was enough practice for now. With a quiet sigh, I eased myself off Kennedy and sat down in my own seat. It was nice to have had a little closeness with Kennedy again, but before I could reminisce, we were interrupted by a man that must have been carved by Michelangelo himself.

"Hi, I'm Tarzan," said the beautifully sculpted man in a tattered loin cloth. "That was truly breathtaking."

"I'm sorry Tarzan, but she's not Jane," Abigail said in a sweet voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Hold on a second," I chided Abigail. I was still pretty buzzed, and after giving Kennedy that lap dance I was still running on my endorphin high. "Hello Tarzan, I'm Bat Girl, and these are my friends, Black Widow, Harley Quinn, and Rogue."

"It is a pleasure to meet you ladies," he said, taking my hand to shake it. "Could I get you guys some drinks?"

"How about you just sit with us?" I asked.

I had been letting down our team, whether anyone else but Kennedy knew it or not. It was time to start checking off some boxes, and god help me I was going big or going home.

No one knew what was about to happen, but I did. I offered him the empty seat next to mine and he quickly sat down with us. Tarzan was really Greg, who was in his third year at ASU, pursuing a degree in political science...if you could believe anything you hear from a guy in a bar. The only thing I believed so far was the fact that he worked as a personal trainer. He was incredibly fit. Shirtless as he was, and only wearing a tattered brown loin cloth, I could see every muscle he had, and they were remarkable...Well, maybe not every muscle.