Women's Studies Ch. 13

"Not this again," Abigail sighed. "What happened to being patient and waiting until the time is right?"

"I have waited, and the time is right," Kennedy said flatly.

"I still think we should wait," I said. "Do you know how long something like this takes?"

"Yeah, I know exactly how long it takes," Kennedy said matter-of-factly. "I timed it."

It seemed that our divergence of Kennedy's fixation was coming to an end. Ever since I had painted the keypad to the Assistant Dean's office with clear nail varnish, Kennedy had been asking when we could go back in and find her file.

Personally, I couldn't fathom the full degree of her obsession. I knew both of my own parents, and neither one of them was much to brag about. My dad split when Audrey and I were kids, and I didn't know if I could blame him. Our mother wasn't any great catch, and growing up in that house had been horrible. If I'd had the option to leave earlier, I would have probably taken it. With Kennedy's dad, she didn't have the luxury of knowing.

The way she described it, there was this whole part of her that was like a black void; a hidden piece of her that she knew nothing about. She'd been searching for her father since she was a preteen, and coming to Mayweather was the closest she had ever gotten. But being this close, and doing nothing, was driving her up the walls.

"You timed it?" I asked flatly.

"Yes. I used some polish on the end of one of my pens and clicked away," she smiled victoriously. "It took just under four hours to notice the difference."

"You clicked a pen for four hours?" Abigail asked.

"Yes, and I had the cramped hand to prove it," she replied, rubbing at her thumb subconsciously. "Come on Lexi, it's been months since you painted them. We're good to go!"

I knew she had put a lot of work into her argument, but I had to disabuse her of her theory.

"How many times did you click the pen?" I asked.

"What?" Kennedy asked. "I don't know. I just clicked it. Why?"

"How many times do you think he punches in his code a day?" I asked, her stare flat and uncomprehending. "Let's go big and say fifteen or twenty," I paused to let it settle in. "That's fifteen or twenty button presses in a single day. It's been almost four months, so let's say a hundred days. He's not in the office on weekends. On the outside, that's two thousand button presses," I continued. "If you clicked that pen once every second for an hour that's..." I thought for a second, "thirty-six hundred presses. At four hours, it took you well over ten thousand to make a dent. Now tell me I'm wrong."

The longer I did the math for her, the longer her face grew.

"You're telling me I'm going to have to wait until next year?" Kennedy sighed.

"No," I reassured her. "I wouldn't do that to you. Before school gets out for summer."

"But by your math, that's still not enough time," she said, looking defeated.

"You did it on a fresh coat of paint," I explained. "He's working on polish that is becoming more and more brittle with each passing week. Eventually it will start to flake."

"Where do you come up with this stuff?" Abigail asked looking at me curiously.

"I don't know," I blushed. "I just know that the longer I wear nail polish, the faster it chips away."

"You know it sucks when you're all smart and shit," Kennedy huffed, plopping back down on the bed. "I can't stand the waiting. It's going to be all I can think about."

"I wish I could stay and help you get your mind off of it, but I have a class to get to," I said as I pulled on a cute white floral sun dress. It was a new addition to my wardrobe since coming back from spring break, and I adored it, especially the way it showed off the swell of my breasts. "I'm sure if you ask sweetly, Abigail might offer her attentions," I mused knowingly.

"Abigail?" Kennedy turned to her sweetly. "Do you want to lick my box?"

"Well, when you put it that way!" Abigail laughed.

I couldn't help but laugh myself as I grabbed my book-bag and headed out.

"Oh, Lexi!" Kennedy stopped me with my hand on the door. "I have a little surprise for you tonight," she winked.

"Can't wait," I smiled.

If I was sure about anything, it involved sex, and most likely something in my ass; I definitely wasn't going to complain though. The last glimpse I saw of them as I closed the door behind me, was of Abigail tugging down Kennedy's panties from under her skirt. I felt a little tingle in my ass and a small surge of blood to my cock. I would've loved to have watched, but I couldn't afford to miss any classes.

*** *** ***

In the midst of a nice cool winter, I had forgotten what real heat felt like. We had been back from sunny Cancun for over a week now, and in just the ten-minute walk to class, Arizona already felt worse. A huge downside was not being able to walk around all day in a bikini. Also, no easy access to bodies of water to cool off in.

With the rising desert heat came sweat, and that was how I found myself in the showers in the middle of the busiest time of the day, soaping up in one of the stalls. My anxiety about using the showers when anyone else was there had been waning. It started happening around the time I got my breasts. I didn't know if those fleshy orbs gave me a sense of belonging now, or if the loss of my breast forms had something to do about it. Whichever it was, I had become a lot less inclined to wait and shower at odd hours when nobody was around.

As I soaped up my body, I could hear laughter and voices just on the other side of my door from the girls using the open showers. This was only the fourth time I'd been in here during the middle of the day, and I could swear it was a party. Over a dozen girls chatting and goofing off under the spray, talking about their own body's, and each other's. Everyone was joking and having a grand ol' time. They all seemed so relaxed, being completely exposed to one another.

It was something I wished that I could be a part of, but I knew that I couldn't. I would've had no objection to showering with them, but I was still a secret, and I doubted they would have been thrilled to see what I had dangling between my thighs right now.

It wasn't as depressing as it sounded. I didn't ache to be out there, one of them. It just would have been nice, a refreshing openness; something I had sadly left behind in Cancun.

Fully clean once again, I shut off the water and dried myself. Afterward, I slipped on a pair of panties and tucked myself away. With my towel wrapped securely around my breasts, I walked out.

This was something I loved; my cleavage popping out over the top of my towel and my long smooth legs exposed as I walked back to my room. This bravery, I knew where it came from, and it was my breasts. I passed a few girls on my way, and saw them glancing at me, at my legs and breasts. It wasn't sexual, just an observation of my form. Well, one of those glances might have been a little sexual. I think Kennedy might have turned me into a little bit of an exhibitionist.

Back in our room, I found Kennedy and Abigail still in bed. They were both completely naked on top of the covers and fast asleep. Our room smelled like sex. Well it always smelled like sex, but this was fresh sex. I closed the door quietly, so I didn't wake them, and breathed deep, enjoying their smell.

While they dozed, I traded my towel for a tank top and got started on some homework in my panties.

*** *** ***

"So, are you going to tell us where we're going tonight?" Abigail asked Kennedy.

"Not a chance. I told you, it's a surprise," Kennedy smiled.

"How about a hint?" she pressed as she flipped through the clothing in her closet. "I need to know how to dress."

It was nearly nine o' clock at night. The girls eventually woke up and went for their own shower, but now that they were back, it was time to get ready. It turned out my surprise didn't involve sex.

Kennedy thought for a moment before smiling mischievously. "Slutty."

Maybe I spoke too soon. Sex very well could be involved.

"You're not taking us to a street corner, are you?" I asked, actually liking the idea of a slutty night out.

"Or a strip club?" Abigail added.

"No, but that last one does sound like fun," Kennedy grinned.

"So, dress slutty?" I asked, finally putting my book away. "That's all you're going to tell us?"

"And cute," she added with a tilt of her head. "Slutty and cute."

With only those clues at hand, I thumbed through my wardrobe. Slutty and cute was definitely a look I could pull off. Hell, that was right in my wheelhouse. It took very little time for me to decide what to wear. Once I caught a glimpse of the red pleated flannel, I knew I wanted a slutty schoolgirl look.

The skirt I borrowed from Kennedy was dangerously short. Once I sat on the bed to slip on my heels, and I felt my bare bottom resting on the mattress, I knew I would have to be exceedingly careful not to bend over tonight. I left my white short sleeved blouse unbuttoned to show off the cleavage in my barely-there black bra. After some smoky makeup and straightening my hair (which now fell well beneath my shoulders), I was ready for Kennedy's night of surprises.

Kennedy went bra-less in a tiny black mini-dress, and I wondered if she had forgone underwear all together. The fabric was so thin and tight, and I couldn't see a single line that God hadn't given her.

I thought we would have to press Abigail to go a little sluttier with us, but no, she had been slowly changing over the last few months and had accepted the challenge with gusto. She wore a short emerald green halter top dress that left her back fully exposed and had a dip in the cleavage that exposed a couple of inches below her breasts. There was also a slit up one side that reached the top of her hip bone and showed off a good portion of the side of her ass.

"Wow!" Kennedy laughed, holding a hand to her lips in surprise when Abigail finally slipped into her dress.

"Is it too much?" Abigail asked, twisting and leaning in front of her mirror. "I could go with something less."

"Something less?" I asked jokingly. "Like your panties?"

"Don't listen to her, you look hot!" Kennedy said excitedly. "Where did you get that dress?"

"I got it about two months ago, but haven't had the nerve to wear it yet."

"What changed your mind?" Kennedy asked.

"I don't know," she said, admiring herself still. "Maybe I just want to be looked at."

"You'll get plenty of that," I smiled.

"Now I feel over dressed," Kennedy said, looking at her own dress.

"Trust me, you look good enough to eat," I told her.

"Promise?" she asked, trailing a finger down her cleavage seductively.

"Tell us where we're going?" I bargained, stepping close and letting my hand slide up her thigh teasingly.

"Not a chance," she laughed.

"Then I guess you'll have to wait and see too," I quipped, snatching my hand away.

"Ouch," Abigail laughed. "This better be a hell of a surprise, or you might be stuck with your hand tonight."

"Oh, I think you guys will like it," Kennedy smiled, bending over to grab her clutch from the bed.

Knowing exactly how wasted we might be getting tonight, we called our friendly Uber driver, Todd. Ever since Kennedy turned Abigail gay in his back seat, he came when we called. The ride was a little long, and we were in a part of town I had never been to before, but that didn't really say much, Phoenix was a huge city. It looked like we were in an industrial area, and every place we passed seemed closed except for one.

"Prism?" Abigail asked as we got out of the car in front of the club. "You're taking us to a gay bar?"

"Why not?" Kennedy asked. "We certainly qualify," she said giving my ass a squeeze under my skirt as she leaned over to kiss Abigail on the cheek. "I thought this might be a nice way to have a night off...for all of us," she continued, giving me a significant stare. "Everyone here, is here for the same reason. I figured this is one place none of us would have to hide anything."

With Kennedy's words, I knew that this was all for me. She was right, we all fit the bill for admission, but Abigail and Kennedy were already well and truly out of the closet. Kennedy found this place for me as a potential get-away. A spring break at home, if you will. I loved her for it.

I'd been so scared of being myself at the beginning of spring break, but by the end I had been dreading going back into hiding. Kennedy must have noticed and taken it upon herself to cheer me up.

"I love you!" I smiled, pulling her into a big hug.

"Does this mean I won't have to service myself tonight?" she asked.

"Definitely not."

From outside to inside, Prism was anything but subtle; neon lights flashed as loud music pumped through the speakers, black lights were everywhere, and there were more glow sticks than you could count. If any of us were worried about being too slutty, we needn't have been. We were downright modest in comparison to most. Men without shirts on, grinding against each other, women in nothing but their underwear, or less for the ones with their clothes literally painted on. Both men and women scantily clad dancing on the bar. It was a rave, just a few miles from the heart of downtown Phoenix.

I had never been to a place like this before in my life, but looking around at all the action surrounding me, I felt at home. Everyone here fell way outside of the spectrum that society tried to push onto us, and no one here cared. If you had a freak flag, this was the place to fly it.

"This place is insane!" Abigail laughed as we took it all in. "Look!" she pointed to a younger man in women's white lingerie and angel wings doing a sexy stripper dance on a pole.

The more I saw, the more my heart fluttered. I loved this place.

We drank and danced together, openly groping each other more than we would have anywhere else. Okay, Kennedy felt fine groping us anywhere, but here I welcomed it, even when she rubbed my cock teasingly. Why not right? This place was filled with sexual energy and freedom. Besides, we weren't the only ones feeling it. With the dim lighting and flashing lights, it was hard to see, but if you focused you could catch many people engaging in far worse depravities.

As the night stretched on, I lost Kennedy and Abigail for a little while, and was dancing alone in the masses. To be fair, I wasn't really alone. Both guys and girls, and even a few drag queens shared their company with me, but without Kennedy or Abigail, I still felt alone. It wasn't a bad alone though. I felt...safe. Even when I was sandwiched between two sweaty hunks who were making out with each other as their bodies rubbed suggestively against mine.

I wasn't sure how long I had been dancing, but just as I was making my way off the dance floor to check on my friends, I bumped into a guy, nearly sending us both to the floor. If it wasn't for his quick reflexes, I certainly would have faceplanted. While they were pretty, heels were not conducive to sure footing.

"Are you all right?" he shouted over the music and merriment, holding onto my hand to help steady my feet.

"Yeah, thank you!" I said, still holding onto him. "And sorry."

"Nothing to be sorry about here," he smiled.

He was cute, in a boyish way. He was tall, and well fit, but his shaggy brown hair and young features made him appear younger than I was.

"So, what are you?" he asked casually, bringing my focus back from just his cute looks.

"What am I?" I asked, not sure I heard him correctly.

"Yeah," he said, pointing up to the flashing lights spelling out LGBT

After a moment of thought, I answered truthfully. "All of them. And you?" I smiled.

"All of them?" he asked.

"Yup," I said counting off my fingers. "Lesbian, gay, bisexual..." I held up the fourth finger, giving him the hint.

"Wow, really?" he smiled, leaning back to look me up and down again, this time with more curiosity.

"I'm Caleb," he said sliding his thumb along my hand that he still held in his.

"I'm Lexi," I said blushing a bit. "So, where do you fall on this rainbow spectrum."

"Is it too cheesy to say, anywhere you want me to?" he smiled.

"Yes!" I laughed. "But I won't hold it against you."

"Maybe you could hold it against me just a little," he smiled smoothly, opening his arms invitingly.

This guy was one smooth operator. I didn't care that he'd probably done this a hundred times, I stepped into his arms and he pulled me close to him.

We spent over an hour locked together, our bodies pressing into each other. We only talked briefly as we danced, exchanging bits of conversation, but the bulk of our time was spent with his hard cock throbbing hungrily against me, and I loved it.

By the time we pulled our sweaty bodies apart, I was aching to be fucked good, but not by him. It was oh so tempting, and he made a great case for taking me back to his place, but getting hot and heavy on a dance floor with a stranger and sleeping with them were miles apart. I knew what he was here for, and I didn't really fancy being one more conquest added to a long list, however charming he might be.

I said my goodbyes and gave him one lingering kiss farewell before I began looking for Kennedy and Abigail. It felt like forever since I'd seen them last, and I felt a little guilty, almost as if I'd ditched them. Just when I began to worry that they might have left without me, I spotted my friends.

They were hiding in a darker corner of the club. It was pure chance that I noticed them at all. A flash of light from one of the strobes flickered over them, illuminating Kennedy's vibrant red hair and Abigail's slutty green dress.

I did a little double take when I realized what they were up to. At first, I thought they were talking, but the closer I got, and the less people between us, the clearer it was. Abigail had Kennedy pressed up against the wall and they were making out. A few more steps and I noticed something else, Abigail's hand was between Kennedy's thighs. There was a noticeable thin strip of fabric hugging her thigh, just below the hem of her ridiculously short dress, answering my earlier curiosity of if Kennedy was wearing any underwear at all. Abigail's fingers were moving a mile a minute, and Kennedy was gripping onto her for dear life, it seemed.

"Is this a private party, or can anyone join?" I asked slipping behind Abigail, letting my hand slide into the slit of her dress to find her own overheated sex.

"Ohhh!" she yelped at my voice and touch, before spinning quickly around and realizing that it was only me.

"You little...!" she trailed off, her hand reaching for her swelling chest. "You nearly gave me a heart attack!"

"You're killing me here!" Kennedy interjected, tugging up her thong in obvious frustration. "I was about to cum!"

"Sorry," I smiled apologetically. I knew that frustration well as I felt my own thighs rubbing together in a futile effort to sate my own libido. "Do you guys think we can get out of here? I'm so horny. I need to get fucked...Badly."

"We took you to a gay bar and you couldn't score?" Kennedy asked. "I would think you would be prime real estate here?"

"I can't do it," I replied. "Not just with some stranger," I told her.

"Trevor wasn't a stranger?" she asked.

"Yeah...I guess, but I knew him for more than an hour," I said. "And I liked him."

She nodded her head in understanding before looking to Abigail. "Abigail?"

"Yeah, I'm good to go too," she said fanning her flushed skin.

On our way outside, I texted the number for our Uber driver and got a response that he was on his way. We grabbed our things from the coat check and waited outside, up wind from a bunch of smokers. After only ten minutes of watching drunk couples file out in all combinations imaginable, our driver pulled up and we hopped into the back seat.