Chapter 249: Welcome, Newcomers

Better not show off, they will resent you. All four are already cool enough around you to see the women change bras or pull off their t-shirt.

When we got close to the dorm, the two who had changed bras found it was a good suggestion. Both started to slow down to cool off.

The woman with the a-cup breasts asked, “Since you haven’t even broken a sweat, do you mind being my bodyguard as I go run some laps on the track? I’m trying to increase my stamina so I can run faster for longer. I’m on the track team, so I get to be out until ten if I have another woman from our dorm running with me. Your unquestionably not a woman, but you are staying in the Virgin Vault dorm, sharing the showers with the women and a bedroom with five girls.”

“Sure, but who sets the pace,” I asked as a joke.

“I will,” she told me. “Kam, can you let them know at the front desk that I am running with David so he won’t get into trouble?”

Kam, who had the biggest breasts of the three, said, “Sure. Cheryl. It isn’t like I’m going to carry your skinny butt back to the dorm after you go try to kill yourself running around the track as fast as you can, for as long as you can.”

Cheryl and I jogged along the sidewalks that took us to the rubberized running track at the far end of the campus from the dorm. It was very well lit, had a rape box at every gate, and cameras everywhere. She had to use her ID to open the gate so we could get in and would have to do it again to let us out.

The track looks great, but the unmaintained landscape, unlit parking lots, and seedy, rundown apartments behind it explained why she wasn’t joking about needing a bodyguard.

We saw two other women running on the track and a guy in the stands, who seemed to be with them, flying a drone that was moving in front of them to take a video of them as they ran.

Cheryl walked up around toward the stands toward a water fountain. After drinking her fill, she headed toward the women’s bathroom only to find it locked, and the ID card reader smashed. The men’s room was unlocked. I let her step in first with me close behind. The lights wouldn’t come on, and when I walked in a bit, I decided I wouldn’t even let her squat over the floor to pee.

“Someone trashed this place. I can’t even identify the smells coming from the back of the bathroom other than saying they aren’t from a dead person, at least as far as I can tell. I’m not going to see if they are from a dead animal or dozen,” I told her. “There are plenty of places along the far side of the stands that have gotten overgrown. One looks like It would block you on three sides, and the open side is toward the underside of the stands. Unless someone comes over specifically to look in this area, you should be good to pee there.”

She gave me a curious and slightly frightened look, but her bladder won out. On the way past the snack bar, I saw that someone had tried to burn a roll of toilet paper and failed badly. The track must have a septic tank because this toilet paper said it broke down quickly. Cheryl was already dropping her shorts and panties before she got halfway to the spot for her to pee.

When I came up to the side of the bushes, she still had a loud hiss of pee going. I waited until she sounded like she was stopping before pulling six squares of toilet paper off and handing them over down over her shoulders. She patted dry, tossed the toilet paper under the bush, and started backing out. Instead of keeping her back to me, she turned around and made sure I saw her spread pussy lips before she stood up to pull her sweat-soaked panties and then shorts back into place.

“I usually use a hand dryer in the bathroom here, after I run with the girls, so I can strip off my wet panties, put my shorts on, dry my panties, and then switch the two to dry my shorts,” she said. “It keeps me from chafing,”

I looked around carefully, saw no one about, and told myself not to see the stadium, found the three that had been there not long already left, and then said, “Give me your panties. I can’t be a hand drier, but the run didn’t make me break a sweat. I can at least try to roll them up in my shirt as you would do with a towel and your bathing suit. I don’t need to have a shirt on to run, and it should air out by the time we get ready to go back to the dorm. I’ll give you my shirt and then move off a bit to give you some privacy.”

She didn’t need any privacy. She was already naked from the waist down without taking off her shoes.

“Since no one is around, do you mind if I keep my shorts off?” Cheryl asked.

“I’m fifteen, and you are one hot woman, why would I care if a woman wants to be naked from the waist down while I attempt to squeeze as much sweat from her panties as I can?” I replied.

She looked around again before asking, “So you’re good if I take my bra off too? I’m going to just put my t-shirt on. I don’t need it for support.”

There I was rolling her panties in my shirt with her holding her shorts and sports-bra in one hand. I didn’t use the place in my head to help me dry her panties. It wasn’t needed. First, I folded them a few times before using my hand strength to wring out most of the moisture. Rolling them tightly in my t-shirt had them as dry as they were going to git. I did the same with her sports-bra. With it being mostly dry, she decided to put it on and then her t-shirt. I helped her get her panties and shorts back over her shoes to pull them into place.

Once dressed again, she came over and pulled my shorts and biking pants down to my knees.

“Why aren’t you...” she started to ask. “My God! Is that thing real? Can it even go inside a woman?”

I let her check me out as I said, “It is real, and there is only one way to find out if it goes inside a woman. You can be my first if you want. It can be an experiment.”

“Shit! The women weren’t lying. I can’t believe it. The girls on your floor said they know you were having sex with Karen as well as a few other women on the floor. Karen told me that you don’t screw and brag, but I didn’t believe her. So, if you were to get it hard and did me right here, you wouldn’t tell anyone,” she asked.

“Well, they were a bit wrong. I will talk about for hours, in detail,” I told the woman, making her frown. “As long as we are alone somewhere private. Now the whole floor could be watching us, and I would never talk to them about what you and I may have done. If you want to tell the world them, that is your choice. No one is going to call you a liar because something I said contradicted what you said.”

“Good. Let us do it then because the gate locks at eight-thirty. No one will walk in on us. I’ve never wanted to have sex with a guy or girl before. Sure, I sometimes masturbate, but nowhere near as frequently as my roommate. She does it when she wakes up, before her shower, after her shower, two or three times before finally going to sleep and then at least once in the middle of the night. I complained to my mom, and she sent me earplugs. I maybe do it once or twice a week, and that is when I find myself aroused to the point that I need relief. When you were talking to me at the halfway point, I had what I think is my very first orgasm. Before I could pee, I barely touched myself, and it happened again. I’m not going to bleed if you do it to me. I did the math when we were coming over her. The best I can tell I’m safe right now, but I have been a bit distracted. When I get back to my room, I will look at my calendar I use to keep track of my period. If I’m wrong, I will swing by the campus clinic to get one of the emergency contraceptive pills, just in case. So how does your thing work? Biology classes detail the mechanics of intercourse and what happens as you get aroused, but it looks worn out.”

I told her about using her hands, and then also she could use her mouth if she wanted to try oral sex. I wouldn’t be going off in her mouth anyway, so no worry about having to swallow. Cheryl said maybe she might want to try that if we had time. She was serious about running some hard, fast laps before we had to run back to the dorm to be in on time.

Was it the licking, sucking, and jacking off me off that got me hard, or was it her enthusiasm as she worked to get me ready to fuck her?

When I was hard, the woman turned toward one of the handrails, bent forward, spread her legs, and used her fingers to pull her pussy open. I knew it wasn’t needed but knew better than to tell her that. For a virgin, she either had excellent muscle control or didn’t limit her masturbation to her fingers. A few minutes of getting her used to my length and stretching open a bit, and the woman was ready to go.

I need to find more very fit woman athletes to see if my theory holds. Cheryl was fucking back at me as fast I was slamming into her. She didn’t get tired, seem winded, or ask me to stop as she got off multiple times until I buried my dick to cum inside her. My body decided to give her a big load of dead swimmers and semen to make sure her panties would hold their shape once they dried.

Well, she was unquestionably a dick virgin. She has no idea what to do about the big mess we just made inside her.

Using what we had on hand, the woman got me to scoot around a bit, as I kept my dick inside her like a stopper, as she worked her feet into her panties. I don’t know how she was able to get them pulled up with my dick inside her and not pull off my dick. However, she got them up to be pushing against my dick and then had me pull out. She had her shorts pulled up into place quickly as well.

I planned to milk my dick into her to get the cum off. I’m cool with her cleaning me up with her mouth.

I had just gotten my clothes back in place, except for my t-shirt, which was in my pocket, when we heard a gate slamming closed. Cheryl pulled me quickly over to the water fountain and got herself another long drink. When I was taking my turn when I sensed, more than I saw the two men coming towards us. The beams from their flashlight hit us.

“Hey, Greg. Who did you piss off to get this shit shift again,” Cheryl asked him. “Didn’t expect to see you tonight.”

He seemed to know her very well and said this shift was purely the luck of the draw. The only reason he didn’t complain is that he got two weeks of dorm security starting the last week of finals. Many students were ready to get the hell out of here for the summer. There were almost no incidents he would have to handle.

He looked at me before asking her, “He is not a woman from your dorm Cheryl. You know the rules for letting you come two hours after curfew if you are running. I need to take you back to the dorm. Mister beefcake here can head back to where he came from.”

“Officer, you are very observant, as I’m most definitely not a woman. I do happen to be staying on one the floors in her dorm since I’m only fifteen and chaperoning five girls here who are seeing if they can test out of college before working on their Ph.D., masters, or medical degrees,” I told him as I handed him the ID badge showing those same details.

After he called it in, he said, “David, you had better watch out for yourself. I wouldn’t want to be alone with a girl like Cheryl, especially since it seems you are also showering with the women on your floor. There were no restrictions on where you can go in the Women-only dorm, and I’m sure a fit woman like Cheryl would wear you out if she got you somewhere alone. I hope you can run faster than her, or she may drag you under the stands of commit statutory rape, repeatedly.”

The last part sounded like he was serious about what she might do to me. I didn’t volunteer that I had just fucked her hard for over twenty minutes and could be ready to go again in a minute or two.

“Before you go, you might want to go check the men’s bathroom. Someone looks to have trashed it, but that isn’t why I said anything. There is something or a bunch of somethings dead somewhere in the back. After the biology lab on human anatomy, I’m pretty sure it isn’t human,” I told them.

Cheryl asked them if they would unlock and check the lady’s room as well. She might need to use it before we left. Someone smashed the card reader.

Her friend Greg went to unlock and check the lady’s room first. It was clear, but for security, it couldn’t be left unlocked. He did find a doorstop that he wedged in it to keep it open.

“Kick the doorstop away before you leave. If I see the lights on and door, closed I will know that you are using it,” the security guard told her as we headed down to do what we came to do, run.

After a few warmup laps, Cheryl started pushing herself. I kept right up with her but did feel my heart rate going up enough for me to notice it. After two miles, I did feel the first bit of sweat on my forehead, but it soon evaporated away without me continuing to sweat. I asked her if this was her average fast pace, and she told me hers was a bit slower because she didn’t want to push too hard after we had just pushed each other hard behind the stands.

“Are you good if I want to stretch my legs? I haven’t been able to run on a big track like this one in a while,” I asked. “I promise to make sure I’m keeping a close eye on you.”

“Sure. Show me what you got. Uh, you know what I mean,” Cheryl said as her already red face turned even redder as she blushed down into her t-shirt.

I feel amazing. I can’t believe how fast I can run now. Since the cops are still up waiting for someone to show up, I’m going to run all out.

As I did laps, I kept pushing myself to run faster and faster. The place in my head warned me that people would soon see me running this fast, so I slowed it down to the pace it said was good without being too fast. After running as hard and fast as I had been, this felt like I was jogging slowly now. I was still lapping Cheryl three laps to every lap she did, but since she was running at a good pace herself, anyone looking on would look relative to what they would consider an average speed for a man and woman.

“Ah, that felt good. I wish we didn’t have any company. I got this body by wearing an exoskeleton designed to provide adjustable resistance to people recovering from major muscle damage, comas, and anything else that made them lose muscle tone,” I explained. “I had woken up from a coma-like state, but my problem I was a skinny little hundred-pound weakling. While I waited to see if some of my best friends were going to recover from a horrific car crash, where we thought they would never be off the machines, I fought the exoskeletons. As a distraction, they taught me a lot of different things that I seem to have been able to absorb quickly. I don’t remember all that much of them teaching me things in the background because I was working on martial arts moves as fast as the exoskeleton would let me. You can see the results. No steroids, only some sort of liquid, lightly flavored drink anytime I stopped exercising, before bed, and after waking up. They never told me how many of the exoskeletons that I broke as I build up muscle. I do remember running as fast as I was earlier with the exoskeleton forcing me to fight the resistance.”

“Wow. That explains a lot. No wonder you didn’t break a sweat on the marathon practice. I hope I can get to that good a shape,” Cheryl told me.

The two officers came to the edge of the track to flag us down and then said, “No humans in that bathroom. That was as far as our responsibility goes. We secured the bathroom and had dispatch send a ticket to maintenance to deal with it. You kids have a good run. Don’t forget to close up the women’s bathroom before you leave.”

They were out the gate and driving off by the time we had completed two more laps.

“Show me. I’m curious now,” Cheryl told me.

Instead of working up to speed as I had done earlier, I took off as fast as I could from a slow run. I kept forcing myself to run faster and faster until I felt the place in my head telling me that going any faster would require it to pull in energy from around me to power my muscles. I didn’t want that, so I ran four laps before slowing down to a jog for a lap and then walking a lap.

Cheryl clapped and said, “I would suggest you go out for the Olympic track team, but I don’t think you want that kind of attention. Fame and fortune are one thing, but a fifteen-year-old going from skinny to buff in under a year would put you on the radar of a lot of people that would want to figure out how you did it. So, do you have anything left, David? I’m horny again.”

She set her watch and phone to go off twenty minutes before we had to be back at the dorm. It was a fifteen-minute walk, but she was sure we could make it in ten. After we both did a quick pee and washed up with paper towels, and she dried her panties, we figured out how many ways we could fuck in the bathroom without using the floor. The best we found turned out to be putting her ass on the edge of the lowered sink for kids and people in wheelchairs. Cheryl was able to get her feet on the floor and hands on the side to control the angle as I pumped away. She couldn’t seem to decide if the stimulation of her vagina made her get off harder or if it was her g-spot or a combination of the two. We had to use a lot of different testing methods. We didn’t leave for the dorm until almost eleven.