Chapter 3

Thursday October 23

Bevin has been sulking around, not talking to anybody, every time I’ve seen her lately. Serves the bitch right. Come to think of it, I haven’t seen Cricket, James, or Adam together either.

I spotted another interesting chat between Dr. Welsh and Dr. Pace.

Dr. Pace: Looks like I’ve got a date with Maddie Duncan. Know anything about her?

Dr. Welsh: Lucky - she’s got a tight body. Good writer, too.

Dr. Pace: You did her?

Dr. Welsh: Yeah.

Dr. Pace: Anything I should know?

Dr. Welsh: Take her somewhere with good soundproofing - she’s a screamer. She’ll try to make you wear a condom, but you can talk her out of it easy. Oh, and she’s cool with anal.

Dr. Pace: She wanted you to wear a condom for anal?

Dr. Welsh: Nah. We were going to do anal, but I couldn’t get it in. Some girls have trouble with big dicks.

Dr. Pace: Cry me a river!

Dr. Welsh: Hey, it can be a real problem sometimes.

Hmph. Locker-room talk about wanting to fuck your students is one thing, but actually doing it is ethically dubious. I suppose maybe it’s okay if she’s not taking any of their classes. Facebook says she’s a Communications major. And what’s her motivation? I can write off doing one professor as naive love, but two? I’m going to have to keep an eye on this.

Saturday October 25

Malik and I tried a proper “date” last night. I put on a maroon dress with a patent leather belt. He wore a dress shirt, slacks, and a red diamond-pattern tie. He looked good. We went to a nice dinner, and then an improv show. We talked a lot; it was easy and comfortable. But it felt just like friends hanging out - there was no romance. Really, August is the only guy who ever made me feel that way. I plan to keep Malik as a fuck-buddy, if he’s cool with it, but I’m pretty sure I’ll never want him as a boyfriend.

We went back to my dorm room after the show, hoping that Hailey wouldn’t be there. She wasn’t. I texted her, saying I had a boy in the room, and to please give me 10 minutes warning before she came home.

I asked Malik if there was any particular way he wanted to do it, since I got to pick last time. He was shy about asking for it, but I eventually drew out that he had never had a blowjob, and really wanted one.

“I’ll tell you what,” I said, licking my lips for effect. “I’m going to take it really slow, and see how long I can make it last. But if you start to get bored, or just can’t stand waiting any more, let me know and I’ll take you the rest of the way. Sound good?”

“Sounds wonderful,” he responded.

The first thing I did after putting on some music was lean over the dresser into the mirror and apply some lip gloss. I figured it might get messy, but if so, it would be messy in a sexy way. I kissed him deeply, and then dropped down to my knees, still wearing my glasses, dress and heels. His cock sprung from his pants, fully hard, when I unzipped him. I put my lips around the crown of his cock-head and puckered, leaving a faint red ring when I pulled away.

I got more serious after that, taking it deeper into my mouth and rubbing the head against my tongue and cheek, sucking and slurping. I grabbed his hands and put them on the sides of my head, to let him know it was okay to handle me like that. The first time he almost came was after I pushed him into the desk chair and bobbed up and down on him while fondling his balls. I stopped to give him time to cool off: I stood up and took off my panties from under my dress, stuffing them in his shirt pocket. Then I straddled him and kissed him fiercely while his eager cock strained helplessly against my bare butt cheek.

When Malik was ready again, I moved him to the edge of the bed and stripped him of everything but his shirt and tie. I unzipped myself enough to move the straps of my dress off my shoulders, and remove my bra. My dress was left dangling, partly open, exposing a limited view of my breasts.

“Shit, Lexi, this is...” he began to say as I licked and sucked his mushroom tip while stroking his shaft. He groaned. I moaned, too, for his benefit. I’ve heard that guys get really turned on by that, even though it makes no sense during a blowjob. His balls tightened, so I left his cock alone and just sucked his nuts for a while, while running my hands up under his shirt across his chest. I didn’t really like the pubic hair in my mouth, but he liked it, so it was worthwhile.

I got ready to go down again. “Don’t freak out if I start gagging, but let me know if it’s no fun for you, okay? I’m not very good at this part,” I said. My mouth moved down on his rod, pushing it into my throat. On my first dive I had to pull back almost immediately, but the gagging wasn’t bad. After a few more tries I was managing to keep him deep in my throat for a second or two at a time. Once I got the gag reflex under control, I was basically swallowing his cock - I could feel my throat surrounding it, trying to pull it deeper. Malik kept muttering, “Oh god, oh god,” and at one point he put a pillow over his face to muffle a scream.

“I think I’m going to lose it!” Malik said with some urgency, so I backed off. This time I took off the rest of my clothes, climbed up next to him, and just sort of thrust my breasts in his face. He was all tongue and hands, eager to taste me everywhere. I unbuttoned his shirt and played with his nipples as he played with mine. I gathered some of my cunt juice on my fingers and rubbed it on his face, just below his nose.

I climbed on top of him and started sucking his dick again, with my pussy near his face. I could feel him straining to reach me with his mouth, but I wasn’t really positioned right for that. I didn’t want to give up my angle, and I didn’t really want the distraction, so I told him, “Don’t worry about me - just sit back and enjoy it.”

Twice more I brought him to the edge and then backed off. “God, I can’t take it any more,” he said with desperation. “I need to come.” I tried deep-throating again, proud of my newfound competence, but it was tougher from this angle. In the end, it was plain old licking and stroking that finally drew out his come and made his body shake. Pulse after pulse, I sucked up the sticky white stuff coming out of his dick.

“I’ve never come like that in my life,” he said, breathless. I smiled and kissed him.

Malik had to pee, so he dressed and I threw on a robe, and then he hurried down the hallway. It turned out that Hailey was sitting there on the hall floor, headphones on and browsing the web on her phone.

“Hailey! Why didn’t you knock? If I had known you were waiting to get in, we wouldn’t have taken so long!”

“No, it’s cool. I didn’t want to rush you,” Hailey said sincerely. She added with a little bit of awkwardness, “If I ever get a boyfriend, I’ll be kicking you out all the time.”

I helped her to her feet. “If you ever get a boyfriend, I will gladly give you as much time as you want, as long as we schedule it ahead,” I said. “But if I come home to find the room unexpectedly occupied, I’m going to knock or text way before...” I stopped to look at the time on my phone. “God, an hour and ten minutes? Thanks, though,” I said, and gave her a side-hug.

Malik looked a little relieved to be sent home when he returned to my room. He was tired and in a bit of a daze.

Sunday October 26

Hailey stayed at the dorm today, which is totally unusual for her. When I asked her what was different, she said there was an event at the sorority to which pledges weren’t invited.

“What sort of event?” I asked.

“Faculty brunch!” she said with her usual bubbly glee. “The sisters get paired up with teachers and talk over waffles and eggs and stuff. They do it twice a semester.”

I frowned. “Is that ... fair?”

“Oh, yeah, it’s all on the up-and-up. It’s been going on for years - it was cleared by the university ethics committee a long time ago,” she explained. “Some of the other houses call us suck-ups for it, but nobody considers it a big deal.”

It was actually kind of cool having Hailey around, for once; I felt like this was the first time I actually had a chance to talk to her. She’s really friendly and fun. Pretty, too: she’s skinny, but sort of wiry. She seems like the sort of girl who would be into rock climbing. Her chest is a full-ish A-cup, and her butt is pretty cute. She doesn’t have a model’s figure, but if you put her in a sports bra and running shorts she would turn plenty of heads.

I shouldn’t have, but I did spy on her a bit. I logged in to her email account and read more of the diary emails she sends to herself. Her talk about boyfriends had left me confused and intrigued about her sexual orientation. Her diary answered my questions clearly.

My hopes were dashed last night. I knew that my roommate Lexi was probably straight, but last night I got confirmation as I sat outside our dorm room listening to her do god-knows-what to some boy inside. She must be a hell of a lay, because when the boy came out, an hour after I got there, he looked like he had been trapped on a roller coaster for days.

It’s just a stupid crush - it’s not like I’m in love with her. I barely know her. But it was a fun fantasy while it lasted. Of course, seeing her naked as she got ready for bed, knowing that just minutes before her pussy had been swollen and dripping, turned me on brighter than the sun. After Lexi fell asleep, I couldn’t help but masturbate. I was afraid to make a sound - afraid to even move my arm - so I just kept tugging on my clit with my fingers. It was enough, though. I’m sure Lexi would be horrified at the thought, but she gave me the best orgasm of my life.

Jackie and some of the sisters have been putting pressure on me to go out and meet some boys. They mean well. I should probably just come out and tell them I’m not into boys. Maybe they’d still accept me. But after letting them believe that I’m straight all this time, it feels like I can’t tell them now.