Original Story/ Character: Scipio
Story Continuation: RogueAlan
Chapter 8
Sharon blinked awake, surprised to find she'd gone to sleep on the couch. The stale scent of weed hung in the room, & she found the bong on, its side on the coffee table beside her, an empty single serving bottle of Asti beside it. The television was on, but the movie that was in the player had stopped playing. She groaned as she sat up, stretching a stiff neck & back, mad at herself for failing to go to bed. God, she winced, she was so sore... she couldn't believe how much her body ached... It felt like she'd worked every muscle. As she spread her legs for support and started to get up, the ache between her legs made her pause. She shivered as the events of the day before came back. She glanced down; even through the fabric of the BZ Bitch T-shirt the nipple ring was obvious. She tried to remember... had she showered? She had. Had she eaten? She wasn't sure. She was certainly hungry. She got up, absently righting the bong, her eyes moving as she set it on one end of the mantle to the urn at the other end. Before she forgot, she retrieved the poker chip, putting it through the slot in the top of the urn lid, & hearing it clank when it bounced&& in the otherwise empty vessel. She went into the kitchen, finding no orange juice or apple juice... only a 1/2 empty 1/2 gallon of milk & a variety of beers, along with more of the small Asti bottle. Shrugging, she chose one of the latter, twisting the gold foil & screw cap off, then rummaging through the pantry & cabinets...
She realized she needed to get to the grocery store... the only thing she could find to eat was grape pop-tarts. Not bothering to put them in the toaster, she went back into the front room, turned the television off, & then went to get dressed for class.
A glance at the clock threw her into high gear... She had only 10 minutes to get everything together & to get halfway across the campus. She pawed through her drawers, grabbing out panties, & kicking the pair she'd been wearing toward the closet, stripping off the T-shirt as well.
She paused upon pulling the panties up, surprised to realize they were crotchless in front, the thong back tucking between her cheeks. She went back, finding no more suitable underwear... sure there were other thongs without the crotchless opening, but nothing like she usually wore to school... or to go home. she stopped searching, aware she had no time to waste. She pulled on the first pair of shorts she found... short shorts, like runners wear, she realized right away, but again, a brief search of her drawer demonstrated no more suitable clothing. She wasn't surprised to find the bra drawer was empty, & reluctantly selected her shirt, a deep pink 'Princess' T with the BZ logo on front & back.
After a hesitation, she stripped the shirt off, putting a halter style white BZ T on beneath it... at least she wasn't on complete display, she told herself, glancing in the mirror. She'd taken a moment to apply deodorant & foundation, but had no time for more. Embarrassed at the mess her hair was in, she grabbed a NY Yankees baseball cap that had somehow appeared in her closet, then grabbed her backpack-- untouched since the last time she'd been to class-- & hurried out the door, still munching the last of the pop-tart. The Asti left her with a little buzz, easing the anxiety she would've otherwise felt at going out in public dressed as she was.
She wasn't really aware of the open stares from every guy she passed. She barely noticed the glares of many of the prettier co-eds; she wasn't trying to be provocative or to distract their boyfriends... didn't really know she was doing it. She was glad it wasn't cold, since she had so little clothing on.
Of course, the classes were air conditioned. Even before she'd taken a seat, near the back so fewer people would see her, the goose flesh was prominent on her bare arms & legs. She rubbed at her arms, embarrassed at the realization not only the pierced nipples, but both were fully visible against the fabric of her shirts. Looking around, it seemed guys had noticed her little display, which made her blush, but at the same time, she felt a tickle between her legs, & was proud of the fact that she could get such a reaction.
She tried to concentrate on the lecture. The speaker stumbled a couple times, & whenever she'd look up from her notes, she'd find the balding man was staring at her as he searched for his point. At least being cold kept her from getting sleepy. She hadn't seen anyone she knew going, into the Economics 101 course, but she that was all right; she expected to see Shaun, Kelly, & Dave at the Psych course later in the day.
Class had managed to become monotonous & Sharon was checking her watch to see when they could leave when the bell rang. Like most of the others she jumped up, turning to return her binder to the backpack, not noting the dozens of eyes that fixed on her ass in the tight shorts-- a spectacle no guy sitting below her missed. She joined the crush of students headed for the door farthest from the building's entrance... there was a shorter line on that side. She was considering stopping at the Union to get some school logo sweats when someone caught her elbow in the poorly lit hall outside the class. She turned, finding a stranger smiling at her.
"Damn, you make it easy to stay up in class," the young black man leered at her. Sharon blushed & smiled nervously.
"Thanks," she managed, blushing at the idea he'd been watching her to stay awake in class, "It can be pretty boring." He laughed at that, ignoring the flow of people around them. He still had her elbow, keeping her from moving to her next class.
"You're one of my sisters, eh?" Sharon nodded, noticing the BZ logo on his ball cap as he looked down at her. He smiled, "Glad you advertise." She was puzzled until she realized he was looking at her shirt. "You know what you got to do, then?" She frowned,
"Uh... I'm not sure..." he pulled her across the hall to a recess for a closed classroom door.
"Pretty but dumb," he muttered, pointing with his free hand down at his crotch, "The job of a BZ bitch is to keep us happy, right?" Sharon nodded, alarm growing at what she thought he was suggesting. "Well, then?" he turned using his body to shield her from the light filtering through the double glass door to the outside at the end of the hall. People were passing them, paying no attention. "I got class, bitch, so get to it." Sharon nodded, then shook her head.
"Uhm, but I don't have a condom," she murmured. He laughed. "Damn, you still that new?" He unzipped, "You a BZ Bitch. You do what we say, when we say. If you did get me to use a condom in your mouth you know what you have to do when I'm done, don't you?" Sharon blushed but nodded once. The young man chuckled, "So no reason for us to bother with a condom, is there?" Sharon shook her head, unable to look up into his eyes... In fact, her eyes were riveted to his open fly, the edge of his cock visible. He wiggled his hips suggestively, his cock flopping into the open. Without thinking about it, Sharon reached out & caught hold of him. Feeling him in her hand, Sharon was shocked at the pang of arousal she felt. She started to bend at the waist, then paused, realizing she'd be more obvious like that. Without really considering what she was doing, the married white co-ed dropped to her knees before the BZ brother. Still gripping the base of his cock in her petite hand, she slurped his semi-erect shaft into her mouth & began to suck at him fervently, bobbing her heard.
"Oh yeah," the strange frat brother groaned loudly enough to, attract attention from some passing students. He tilted his head back, catching hold of her hair with his hand, moving it out of the way, exposing her to anyone beside them in the hall. "Do it, bitch... Show me how much you love my black cock." Sharon worked at him harder, shivering in growing excitement as he grew hard in her mouth. His hand closed over the back of her head a moment later, & he more vigorously fucked her face against his groin. Sharon no longer remembered where they were... her entire focus was the swollen flesh she was pleasuring. She heard his breathing, surprised herself by knowing the way he was panting... the way he felt in her mouth, that he was about to cum.
She'd assumed he would pump his load straight into her stomach. Instead, he pulled out as he started to shoot, painting her tongue & face with heavy ropes of jism. Sharon groaned, trying to catch it in her mouth. She'd unconsciously dipped the fingers of her free hand between her legs, inside the edge of her tight shorts to frig her clit & work her wet slit. The Brother finished his climax, wiped himself on her cheek, then patted her head in thanks.
"Good little BZ Bitch," he praised, then unceremoniously turned & sauntered off as he tucked himself in. Sharon was left kneeling in the shallow cut out of the closed door, one hand buried in her sex, face smeared with semen. She squeaked at her situation, leaping to her feet & trying to cover her face as she dashed into the ladies room at the end of the hall. She didn't see the Brother she'd just sucked off slap hands with Dave, who'd caught the whole scene from her leaving class on the camcorder. Dave waited, but didn't bother wasting tape, as he watched to see what Sharon would do.
Inside the bathroom, the married white student stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection almost a stranger, to her, & yet more familiar than the face she remembered seeing home with her ******. She wiped away the shiny smears of jism at the corners of her mouth, using her fingers instead of towels, mindful of what she'd been told the night before... She blushed when she realized she was licking her wet fingers clean instead of washing them off, & quickly turned the faucet on, eyes moving between the clock over the sinks & the bathroom door. She blushed at the thought of someone coming into the bathroom & seeing her in her state.
As she reached for towels to dry her hands, she was acutely aware that she was still excited. She paused, considering slipping into one of the stalls to masturbate. As a hand dropped to her crotch, pressing her aroused sex through the thin fabric, she glanced at the clock again. Seeing the time, she stopped thinking about taking the time for getting herself off, in order to rush to her next class. As she ran down the hall, her pack slapping steadily against the top of her ass, she didn't even notice the way every guy eyed her as she passed, or the way most of the girls turned up their nose, incensed at the appearance of the obvious slut.
Panting from exertion, still more than a little aroused at what she'd just done outside of her last class, Sharon tried not to attract too much attention as she settled into a seat near the back of her next class, English. The instructor, a woman not much older than she, frowned at her even though the bell hadn't rung & other students were coming in behind Sharon. Sharon glanced away from the other woman's stern gaze, wondering what she had done... class hadn't started yet, after all.
As embarrassing as the teacher's reaction had been, the awareness that she was still wet... still horny, was enough that Sharon looked around, hoping to see a BZ brother in the class. She didn't see anyone. She smiled nervously, realizing every guy in the room was staring at her openly. She absently wiped at her mouth, making sure there was no remaining evidence of what she'd done, & pointedly tried to ignore the fire between her legs.
Class was boring. She found her mind wandering to what she'd just done... to what she'd done the day before with Dave. Midway through the period, the instructor mentioned the husband in the story the class had been discussing... a story Sharon had read long ago but had not taken time to reread. At that mention, the thought of her own husband and ****** again intruded on the hapless student's conscience. She pulled self-consciously at, her shorts, horrified that she was out in public dressed like... a slut.
She glanced around, relieved to see that most of the class were paying attention to the professor or their notes... a couple openly sleeping. Sharon resolved to spend more time in class and less time interacting with the BZ fraternity. She'd already done much more than she should, she knew. By the end of class, the arousal she'd been fighting was long cold. When the bell rang, she leapt up with the other students, hurrying to pack her things in the backpack. She was intent on getting back to her apartment to find more appropriate clothing; already she knew she should practice how she would hide her new... decorations from her ******.
She almost missed the voice of the professor calling her name as she hurried up the steps toward the exit. When the woman's slightly scratchy voice repeated her name more forcefully, Sharon stopped and turned. The woman was staring at her steadily. Sharon swallowed, but reversed course and hurried down to the lectern.
"Y-yes?" she asked.
"I see you've undergone quite the... transformation since class began," the woman's expression made it obvious what she thought of Sharon's clothing. Sharon shrugged.
"Well, yes... I mean not really. I've made some new friends, true enough." Up close, she realized the woman was younger than she was. Her haughty attitude of superiority had left the nervous housewife with the impression the other woman was older. "That's part of what college is for isn't it?" The woman sniffed, lifting her hand, showing off a gaudy oversized diamond ring.
"And what would your husband say about your new... friends?" she almost sneered. Sharon's breath caught. It took a moment for her to find her voice.
"I don't know what you're insinuating," she said, becoming angry as she answered, "Is there anything wrong with the work I've done in your class?" As she spoke, she was relieved to be confident that all of the work she had turned in for this class was her own. The woman pursed her lips. She inhaled, then shook her head.
"Just see that you remember who you are," she paused, "It's terribly easy to get lost here, away from home." Sharon felt her cheeks burning.
"Thank you, but I already know that... I'm not a child," she answered angrily, "I appreciate your concern." The professor considered saying more for another moment, then dug into her bag. She held out a gilt printed card.
"I hope you're right. I read your admission essay, Sharon," she looked into Sharon's eyes for a moment, "I've been anxious to see what you can do with some instruction. Take this card. If anything happens & you need me, day or night, just call. My numbers are on that card." Confused, Sharon took the card, mumbled her thanks, & stumbled up the steps, wondering what the other woman expected of her.
Neither woman realized the entire exchange had been captured on digital memory via the school's extensive audio-visual suite. A wealthy alumnus had provided the university with funds to place state of the art computerized systems in the biggest classroom of each building. The BZ brothers had been quick to capitalize on the central storage arrangement the system employed. It was not uncommon for instructors to have their teaching assistants vet a test before it was given, and more than one exam had been blown up without having to resort to more direct means of getting the answers.
As the fraternity's A/V guru, Dave had seen to it that a room with no fewer than 20 LCD monitors rotating the dozens of cameras was monitored each day at the frat. They had also co-opted the security cameras, scattered around the campus, and had piggy backed on existing wiring to provide some less than legal vantages that had brought their chapter more than a little income over the 3 years since a serious effort at catching 'up-skirt' and similar porn for internet sales had begun. The dozens of camera feeds couldn't all be recorded, so they kept a pledge on watch in a carefully hidden 'security nook' in the frat house, rotating the duty once rush was complete. Seen initially as boring busy work all of the brothers had quickly agreed that electronic voyeurism had definite advantages; they knew the campus dealers, thugs, & sluts, as well as which TA's & even professors had... weaknesses. & weaknesses were what the BZ frat excelled at leveraging.
Dave actually spent little time in the warren of computers & monitors at the frat, preferring to use dedicated camcorders & mikes for his recordings. But he'd received a call the moment Sharon's instructor cum mentor had called on her after class. As per his instructions, the pledge on eye duty had been keeping special attention on their new 'sister.' She'd been seen almost constantly since she'd set foot on campus.
Dave kept a mental list of the professors & administrators, who were 'targets;' individuals who had accidentally or intentionally interfered with frat business, or who could help the brothers out. He hadn't known that the bitch teaching English Lit had more than a passing interest in his new sister. Once again, Sharon was going to prove to be invaluable to the BZ. At his instructions, the pledge flicked a switch, & the direct-able camera at the back of the room zoomed in, the professor's own mike capturing what was said. Dave didn't have video, but the sound was piped through to his Blackberry. By the end of the conversation he was smiling broadly, but not pleasantly. A plan was already beginning to form...
Sharon nearly ran out of the English building, angry & embarrassed at what her professor had said. Nancy Eller had been one of the main reasons Sharon had chosen the state university over the private college back home. She sniffed, mentally berating the frigid bitch for making such insinuations... even if they were true. She took a breath, trying to calm down, telling herself that Professor Eller was just interested in helping her; the woman clearly just didn't understand what it was like, being a BZ Sister.
Trying to ignore the cold, making her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, Sharon hurried toward the Union, intent on doing some reading. She had time before her last class of the day, & having missed so much class already she was intent on catching up in, her free time. Even so, her eyes wandered as she crossed the campus. She ignored the stares of the boys she passed; she wondered if she might find a Brother to help her get off so she could focus more easily. None of the BZ Frat seemed to be around. She even considered trying to entice a couple of the big guys who were obviously on the school's football team to 'workout' with her, smiling at the mental image that filled her head. She didn't act, though... it felt too much like cheating, even daydreaming about it. She briefly wondered why it wasn't cheating doing whatever the BZ Brothers wanted, but shrugged, reminding herself that was the duty of a frat's 'little sisters.' & Shaun & Dave weren't strangers, either... they were looking out for her.
Hugging her arms around her chest, Sharon smiled at the thought, ducking through the glass backdoors of the Union. She'd meant to get some coffee, but seeing the bookstore, she was reminded what she was wearing & hurried down the stairs to pick up some sweats. More comfortable in an oversized black fleece hoodie & matching pants, Sharon went up to the cafeteria, bought a large coffee, & crossed the hall, wandering into the study hall. Students were sprawled against the pillars & over plush chairs. Others talked over their work spread out on the library tables, while a few hunched over their work at the 'private' desks lining the room. She saw that most of the study rooms... separated from the main hall by tall glass doors, were in use.
She smiled gratefully at the young student who hastily grabbed his Eastpack out of the seat beside him so she could sit down. She put her coffee to the side, then pulled out the book Professor Eller had assigned, intent on catching up with the class. For almost an hour, Sharon worked diligently, making steady progress toward catching up in every class. She paused periodically, glancing around enjoying her place in school, musing that what she was doing was how she'd envisioned being a college student. Looking around, she didn't feel as if she was different from the other young co-eds. Checking her planner, she was surprised at how easy it had been to get back on track, & wondered if that was true for everyone in college. She knew she was no top notch student. Clearly college was geared to allow students lots of time for fun. She shifted in her seat, abruptly aware of a need... a sexual need. She wondered if helping Shaun & Dave stay caught up in their classes would mean she'd more quickly get to enjoy another day with them on... what had Dave called it? an adult field trip.
Momentarily ashamed at becoming aroused sitting in the study hall surrounded by young men & women, she glanced around, wondering if they could tell. She paused, wondering how she had turned into such a slut... how could she... she shut her eyes, imagining Shaun's big cock thrusting into her, making her cum... She shivered looking around, grateful for the sweats now hiding her body's reaction. How could she want more of that knowing it put her in more & more danger of losing her ******... of losing everything. She tried to be glad that the thought scared her, but wondered how long that would last.
Nearly jumping up, Sharon gathered her things, intent on skipping the rest of the week; she needed to drive home to see her ******... to get grounded again. She was sure she could think of some story about her new... decorations. Maybe the best would be simply the truth: she was a BZ Sister... all of her sisters had the tattoos &, piercings. & maybe Chris would like them. Finished packing her bag, she murmured a thanks to the man who'd made a place for her, intent on going back home.
She almost made it out of study hall before a wolf whistle stopped her in her tracks.
She turned, 1st to see who was attracting the attention, & blushed when she realized it was her. A tall broad black athlete was openly leering at her. It was Tom, one of the offensive linemen, & one of her Brothers. He'd been the 1st to exit the main study room, where the football team held daily guided study sessions. She saw some of the other BZ Brothers coming out. Several nodded or smiled. She shivered, aware that most of them had been inside of her. The thought did nothing to ease the pressure building between her legs. As much as she wanted to deny it, the look on Tom's face said he had the same idea her body was encouraging.
She knew she should turn & go on... flee. But she couldn't. The hulking lineman approached her.
"What 'cha doin' here, little Sister?" he asked, as if he knew the answer.
"Uhm, I was studying... I got all caught up," she paused, & couldn't help but go on, "Have to be ready for the party this weekend." He just nodded, eyes roaming up & down her body.
"So you're through studying?" She nodded, wondering if that was the right answer. She looked around, relaxing slightly when she realized no one seemed to paying them any attention. Surely he wouldn't make her what she'd done earlier there in study hall? She shivered, wondering if she would do it if he demanded... knowing with a strange tremor of arousal that she would.
"Well, maybe you can help me out, then," he said. She nodded, waiting for the inevitable. He looked around.
"I got me some reading homework," he seemed suddenly embarrassed, more like her son than an enormous man, "& I... well, I don't read so good. So sometimes people read for me." Sharon tried to hide the relief she felt at being asked to really help him.
"Well that's what Sisters are for, right?" He blinked at her as if what she'd said made no sense, but nodded. He tilted his head for her to follow, lumbering toward the small rooms lining the study hall. Sharon fell in behind him. He opened the 1st door he came to, not bothering to see if anyone was inside.
"We got this room now," he said, voice a quiet rumble. The 2 geeky students who'd been immersed in their studies scrambled to collect their things & escape past him. Sharon watched in amazement. No one ever reacted to her like that. Tom motioned for her to follow him inside. She set her bag on the table, not seeing the way the big student carefully arranged his things on the far side of the room. He handed her a library copy of George Orwell's 'Animal Farm.' The bookmark was barely beyond the start of the novel. She picked it up, smiling as Tom settled onto a seat beside her, & began to read.
After maybe 10 minutes, his hand came to rest on her thigh. Sharon blushed, but didn't argue. She went on reading, pausing after each break to ask if he had any questions about what she'd read. He just shook his head each time, so she would nod & continue. After another few minutes, the big student sighed loudly. Sharon stopped.
"Is something wrong?" He shook his head,
"Oh no, we're past where I needed to read," Sharon started to close the book, "But go on... I'll be ahead, that way," the big football player insisted, "I just thought... well, I think I'd pay better attention if you weren't in so many clothes," he smiled at her, "What are you wearing underneath those baggy sweats?" Sharon giggled, relieved she wasn't going to get into trouble.
"I'm wearing what I'm supposed to wear," she assured him. He nodded his head.
"Show me." She blinked, eyes going to the big window in the door. She didn't hesitate, though; after all, she'd already been to class in just the shorts & T-shirts. Blushing at being watched by the big frat brother, Sharon pulled the hoodie off, following with her sweat bottoms. She set them in her bag, then moved to sit back down to read. "C'mere," the big athlete said quietly, pushing his chair back from the table, "Sit in my lap."
The thoroughly conditioned white housewife didn't argue, moving around the table to sit on Tom's lap. She didn't protest when one hand slipped beneath her shirts to begin tweaking her nipple, the other resting high on her thigh. Clearing her throat, she picked up the book & resumed reading. It was difficult... the young man's knowing fingers quickly had both nipples rock hard. She shifted, becoming aware she could feel his erection pressing against her. He laughed when her voice faltered after another moment.
"Something wrong?" he teased. She heard the huskiness in her voice as she answered.
"I-it's just hard... hard to read when you're doing that." He nodded his head. Is there something else you'd rather be doing?" She shivered, wondering how it could be so obvious. She wondered if he could smell her arousal. She tried to keep reading but hadn't made it a page before he'd slipped a hand between her thighs. She didn't think, she just spread her legs for him. As she tried to keep reading, Tom deftly ran his fingers beneath her shorts & up & down her increasingly wet slit. Every few strokes he slowly circled her aroused clit, not touching it. Each time Sharon stopped reading, increasingly hungry for the contact & the release it promised.
He just chuckled, the rumble moving through his body, up into her pelvis. He was still working her left nipple with the other hand, & finally Sharon realized she hadn't read a word in almost a minute. Instead, she was pushing herself against his erection, tilting her pelvis, welcoming his fingers. Hew went on teasing her for a few seconds, then abruptly pushed back in the chair & stood, leaving her on her feet before him.
"Damn, if this ain't the best studying I've done all year," he said, his left hand holding her in place by his grip on her breast, "But I had to adjust myself. She felt his right hand at his groin as he spoke. She giggled, imagining his big erection had been getting pretty uncomfortable with her sitting on his lap. She realized she was hoping he'd take her back to the frat to fuck her & finish what he'd started.
She was surprised when he sat back down again, pulling her backwards over his lap once more. She wasn't really sitting on his lap, though... her legs were left spread, so she was more or less straddling him. His strong hands pulled by her breast & thigh, urging her down onto his lap. She gasped as she sat, feeling the head of his penis press against her crotch. Tom hadn't just 'adjusted' his package... he'd unzipped... he was going to fuck her there in the study room. Though Sharon's eyes went to the door of the room, horrified that someone would see, she didn't argue, & realized as she felt herself shift she was actually trying to help him get through the leg hole of her short shorts. He caught the thin fabric with one hand & she feared he'd tear it, leaving her with only the sweat bottoms to wear. Instead, he held the nylon to the side, offering his swollen cock a free path into her sex.
Sharon sighed as he pushed into her. She settled onto him, shivering in forbidden pleasure as more of his big cock thrust up inside of her. She didn't remember a time it hadn't been easy to take the biggest of the Brothers. She wanted to ride him hard, up & down, to get herself off, but his big hand held her in place. She shimmied her hips, hoping he would get the message. He laughed.
"Not yet, little Sister," he warned, reaching under her shirt again with his left hand to resume working her turgid nipple, "Let's finish this chapter. Sharon pouted for a second... she didn't want to study anymore. Still, having Tom inside of her felt so good, she decided not to argue. Opening the book, she leaned forward onto the table, the position pressing her clit slightly against his shaft as she began to read.
Or tried to; every few seconds Tom would shift, moving her from side to side, making it hard to concentrate. As she managed to keep reading with that, he would lift his hips, pushing up into her slightly, brief thrusts that stoked her building fire. Sharon trapped the book on the table with one hand, grabbing the table edge with the other & visibly pushing back at him. That simply elicited another chuckle from the big football player.
When Sharon paused to turn the page-- elated to see the end of the chapter, Tom dropped his left hand to her waist. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up & down, fucking her forcefully on his cock in several strokes before leaving her impaled once again.
"C'mon, little Slut," he teased, "We're almost there..." Sharon nodded... she couldn't talk for a few seconds. She pinned the book back down with her free hand, trying to focus on reading the last 2 pages. Tom's fingers dipper around her right thigh to press on her clit, & Sharon arched her back, breath catching as an orgasm threatened to burst. She wanted it, but wanted to finish the chapter, like Tom had asked.
She was reading about the pigs squealing when she realized he was standing, a forceful thrust driving her against the edge of the table before still more of his big cock thrust into her. He pressed his left hand against the small of her back, directly over the tattoo, while his right hand went on tweaking her clit, & his hips began to pump, driving his cock in & out in long, hard strokes. Her voice rose as she squealed, perversely like the pigs she'd been reading about, her body twitching visibly as she climaxed strongly. She didn't care that her cries were obvious outside the room, drawing curious, & then envious stares from the nearest male students.
Tom grunted in another minute or 2, & Sharon felt him cumming inside of her. She tried to remember... was she supposed to let that happen? Frightened of taking too many of the pills, she resolved to visit the Student Health Center for some more reliable birth control. At the moment, she was more intent on trying to finish the orgasm that'd been building. Tom slid back a bit, & she shook her head forcefully, "Don't stop!" she husked, pushing back at him, "I'm not done... I'm so close, Tommy... Please just fuck me!" His chuckle rumbled, a strange, delightful sensation deep within her, as he resumed thrusting at her.
"Whatever you say, little sister." It wasn't a minute before Sharon spasmed again, moaning & winning in release. Finished, she lay spent on the table, heedless of the voyeurs in the study hall & the ever present camera catching everything from the table on the opposite wall, a table her unfocused eyes stared past as Tom slipped out of her & reached around her for the book.
"Damn, Sharon," he said, spanking her barely covered ass, "I'll have you read with me every day if you're available." Gradually becoming aware of what she'd just done... that people had to have seen through the door, Sharon tried to look calm as she fell back into the seat Tom had vacated. He was almost through packing his bag, & she suddenly knew she had to leave with him; the other male students might not try anything, knowing she was a BZ Sister, but she was confident she'd be treated to sneers & quiet comments as she past them. She grabbed her sweat bottoms, anxious to hide any leaking fluids that might slip below her shorts. Tom didn't give her time to put the hoodie back on, & she hurried out in his wake, looking for all the world like a loyal puppy.
Sharon tried to ignore the many stares & the whispered comments that were still made in their wake. She was anxious to get home to clean up, & was once again wondering how she kept getting herself into such situations. Tom didn't even seem to notice her & after considering for a few moments, she was about to break off to head to her place when Tom's cell phone rang. He slipped it out of his pocket & put it to his ear.
"Yeah?... Hey Shaun... Naw, not much, just studying... Oh yeah? Well, you're in luck, man. She just happens to be right here!" Sharon blinked, surprised that Shaun would be looking for her. Why hadn't he just called her cell phone... Or maybe he had, but she'd been too busy getting... she blushed & took the phone.
"Hello?" Shaun's voice sent a tremor through her. She realized it'd been days since he'd seen her... he hadn't seen her new Sister jewelry, yet...
"Hey, Sister," he started in, "Dave says you look great." Sharon blushed, pleased at the compliment. She offered Tom a smile.
"I'd be happy to show you..."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," Shaun paused, "But I was hoping you could do me a favor..." Sharon nodded for a moment before she realized he couldn't see her response.
"Of course," she answered. No hesitation, no qualification.
"Don't you have Prof Eller for a class?" Sharon was puzzled at the question, but didn't worry about it.
"Uh-huh... she's sort of my mentor, here."
"Really? That's great!" Shaun sounded relieved. "So you two have a good relationship."
"Uh-huh," Sharon frowned, "But she was just talking to me today... warning me about... about the things I'm doing." Fresh shame colored her face at the memory.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Shaun prompted the hapless white wife.
"Well... I think she suspects what we're... I mean, I think she knows that being a BZ Sister means... well, you know..."
"Not really, I guess... What do you mean?"
"Well, she said she was worried that I was losing myself... that I was forgetting who I was & not understanding what I'm getting into..." she flashed on what had just happened in the study hall. The remembered pleasure still outweighed fear or guilt. "I told her I understand what I'm doing," she paused... wondering if she really did... How had she gotten into this situation? Did she really want it. The way her body responded to Shaun's voice as he responded reassured her libido, at least.
"Oh," he sounded disappointed, "I guess maybe I shouldn't ask, then..."
"Ask what?" Sharon's brow furrowed, "I don't see how asking me can hurt anything, right?"
"I guess you're right... See, we have a couple guys who're really struggling... I don't know if you knew it, but she isn't just an English teacher... she's also in charge of Women's Studies." Sharon hadn't realized that. she almost giggled, the image of the tightly controlled, severe professor matched perfectly her idea of 'feminists.'
"Uh-huh..."
"Well, we have to take some of those classes... some NCAA agreement to assure we understand women's points of view on various topics."
"Uh-huh..." "Turns out she's a hard ass when it comes to grades," he paused, "If a couple of the guys fail, they won't be able to play & may lose their scholarships. Most of the WS profs are cool with things, but if the guys miss Prof. Eller's class even for games she tries to hurt them... holding pop quizzes they can't make up, giving information crucial for exams... that sort of thing.
"OK..."
"Well, when we heard you had her in class... well, I 'd hoped she & you had a good relationship."
"I'd thought so, but today she was pretty judgmental... she kind of pissed me off." Shaun laughed.
"I understand that. Well, maybe that's a good thing..."
"I don't understand."
"Well, the guys, hell the coaches & even the dean have talked to her... she won't back off. It's really causing problems for all of our sports, & especially for our fraternity... she does it to all the athletes, but especially BZ... I've wondered if she has something against blacks," he paused just a moment, "But if you two don't have a good relationship I guess you can't talk to her about it..."
"Well, she did give me her card," Sharon answered, "She told me to call her if I ever had a problem."
"Hmmm," Shaun paused, letting Sharon think he was considering. "Well, how about this... Would you be willing to help us out?"
"Sure." He smiled at the total trust she was giving him. It was amazing how many women did that.
"Cool. Let me think about it... You'll be home this afternoon & tonight?"
"I will be," Sharon could hardly hold still at the thought Shaun would visit her.
"Great," he said, "I was thinking about trying to arrange something tomorrow, but maybe we'll wait... You're up for the big party tomorrow night, right?" Sharon smiled at Tom again.
"Yeah... It'll be good to have the weekend to relax."
"Well, if I can arrange it, Saturday or Sunday may be pretty busy, getting Prof. Eller on board."
"That's OK, whatever I can do to help," Sharon answered quickly.
"Well, be good, then, little Sister, & I'll see you soon." She realized Shaun had rung off, & handed Tom his phone. He was eyeing her with more appreciation than she was familiar with.
"What?" she asked. Tom, rubbed at his head.
"Were you two talking about Professor Eller?" She nodded. He shook his head, "I swear, man, she hates me... I been to every class I could. I take my own notes... I answer her questions, but I'm still failing. I don't want to go home..." the big football player seemed suddenly on the verge of tears, "If you & Shaun can fix that, I'll be your BZ Brother for anything you ever need, Little Sister!" Sharon smiled, reaching out to pat his enormous hand.
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I'll do whatever I can to fix it." He gave an obvious sigh of relief, obviously confident in her. After an awkward moment he tousled her hair, thanked her again for being his 'study buddy' & then headed for the athletic complex. Sharon reluctantly headed back into the campus for her 3rd & final class of the day. She usually enjoyed history, but would've been happier cleaning up & maybe taking a nap at her apartment. she paused in the history building, using the women's rest room to put the hoodie on, glad for the fewer stares & comments that followed her when she took a seat in class.
After 50 interminable minutes reviewing the Civil War, Sharon escaped the class with the rest of the students. She hadn't eaten, but didn't stop at the Union to eat. She worried she had a tell tale spot in the crotch of her sweats, & wanted to get home to clean up, especially if Shaun was coming over. She figured she could go shopping-- get some food-- before his visit, & started wondering what she could fix to impress him...
Sharon hurried about in her place, slipping out of her sweats, which mercifully were not marked by the spend leaking from her recently used seam. Her shorts had contained most of it, leaving a slowly drying collection in her crotch. She showered then donned fresh BZ halter top & T, shorts, & the just purchased hoodie & sweat bottoms before hurrying out to the Range Rover. She hustled a cart through the aisles of the local Safeway, opting for 2 already stuffed pork chops. The rice & vegetables would cook up nicely. She absently chose some cereal, more pop tarts, milk, eggs, cheese, & a variety of 'lean cuisine' frozen meals. She grabbed a big jug of orange juice, & considering the Brothers, several 6 packs of beer. Blushing, she also grabbed a new 'bulk' box of Magnum condoms, then selected a young woman checker.
The woman eyed her as she passed the black box over the scanner. Sharon blushed, but was glad no comment was made. She'd also grabbed more hoodie & sweat combinations approaching the cash wrap... it seemed every store in the city offered them, & she was relieved to have found something the BZ Brothers apparently accepted; putting herself on display went against her nature? or at least, it had before.
It was almost 5 PM by the time she was driving back. The sudden hip hop riff surprised her; it was a moment before she remembered it was her phone. She glanced at the caller ID, & saw 'BZ Fraternity' glowing on the screen. She answered.
"Shaun?"
"Where you at?" Sharon recognized Dave's voice.
"Uh... I'm on my way home from the grocery store."
"Damn, Bitch, if you need something, don't you know you can call us?" Sharon was relieved he wasn't mad. She didn't understand why he would be mad, but didn't consider her reaction any longer. "You got to get home, don't you know you're expecting a visitor!" She accelerated anxious to be there when Shaun arrived, never thinking about how she was behaving; or why.
"I'm hurrying," she assured Dave, "I'll be there in just a few minutes."
"Good," he answered, "Next time you go out, you might check in..." he went on as if worried she might be offended, "You never know, somebody might need something, or maybe someone's already out & can pick it up for you."
"Okay," she agreed; she hadn't thought about it like that. This BZ Sister business had benefits she was still discovering.
"Be good, little girl," Dave said through the cell phone, "I'll see you at the party tomorrow night!" Sharon nodded, trying to decide just what, it was that she was feeling about that. Dave had explained the party was her 'welcome' to the BZ Sisters. She was sure it would involve lots of booze, & lots of sex. Feeling the increasingly familiar... & pleasurable response of her body at the thought of it, Sharon realized she was really excited at the prospect of the coming weekend. She was glad she had not made the drive home, even though that thought led to a momentary worry about how her husband & kids were doing. She could always call home...
She sighed in relief when the street in front of her duplex was empty. Grabbing the bags, she hurried inside. She stripped out of the sweats & the BZ T while putting things away. Unsure when Shaun would arrive, she opted not to start on the pork chops... she could already think of a way they could waste the time while it cooked...
The doorbell rang. She rushed to the door, throwing it open without bothering with the peep hole. Her smile froze. Where she'd expected Shaun, a meek white man... a boy, really, stood, almost trembling, the BZ chip clutched in his hand. Sharon stared at him... she was sure she'd never seen him, before. She glanced back, wishing she had used the bong when she got home... now it would mean sharing, & she was sure Shaun & Dave wouldn't like that... or going through with this without any assistance. Still standing on the stoop, the young man cleared his throat, looking around nervously.
"Uh... they said this was the address," he was obviously painfully shy, "I mean, I mean, this is where they said to come... uhm, they said you'd understand... you'd, uhm, you'd know what to do..." Sharon managed a nod. She prayed she didn't seem as scared stiff as her visitor.
"Sure, hon'," she stepped back, holding the door, "C'mon in... I'm sorry, I just wasn't... I wasn't expecting you yet." The young man blinked.
"I, uh... I came when they said."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," Sharon closed the door & gently retrieved the chip, "I didn't mean that... sometimes I don't get my messages on time." He nodded as if he understood. Sharon was torn... what if Shaun came while they were... while they were doing it? But she knew... this was what was expected of her... she was a BZ Sister. She hoped he'd want a beer... she knew she could use one.
"Can I get you a drink, hon'?" the young man shook his head jerkily. She realized with growing surprise the young man seemed overwhelmed... he hadn't managed to tear his eyes off of her chest from the moment she'd opened the door. Sharon made a snap decision. Without thinking about it, she shimmied her shoulders, knowing how it made her breasts move beneath the thin material. She had to hide a smile, wondering if the poor geek might cum before she touched him. "OK, then, I guess all you need to say is what you want... & where you want to do it." The young man seemed frozen, as if he hadn't expected it would really happen. Sharon wondered how such timid people could manage, & hoped fervently her kids weren't of the type.
"Uhm, wherever you want," he managed. She smiled, stepping close, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to take her top off.
"OK, baby," she purred, "I guess the bedroom would be most comfortable, don't you?" He managed a nod, but didn't move through the obvious, open bedroom door until Sharon took his hand, leading the way. "I assume they explained about how this works?" she looked back & saw him nod. Well, then, shall we get right to it?" she continued, sitting him on the bed, "No sense ruining this with just a blow job, right?" The young man managed a feeble smile.
"I, uh... I should be OK," he paused, as if wondering whether to go on. He nodded to himself, "I, uh... I followed the pimp rulebook," he looked at her as if she would understand. From her puzzled expression he realized she wasn't following. "I mean I... well, I took care of myself earlier... you know... so we can both enjoy this longer." Sharon managed a smile... the poor boy wanted to pleasure her? At least his heart was in the right place. She went to the nightstand & selected a condom.
"So, how did you come to be here, young man," she said with mock severity. The student managed a genuine smile.
"Oh, I, uh... I tutor some of the football team," he paused, "I got one of the backs an A on his latest paper. This was sort of a tip, I guess." She nodded.
"Am I the 1st gift you've gotten?" He blushed, but nodded.
"I'd, uh, I'd heard about the... benefits... of working with the athletes," he blushed, "I sort of thought... well, I'm sure you're not surprised that I don't get much... uhm, action." Sharon just smiled at him, "But I'm not a virgin if you mean..." She patted his knee.
"Oh, honey, that's all right... I was just hoping maybe I'd get to be the one who... you know, taught you something." The young man swallowed.
"Oh... I mean, that's OK... I'm sure I'll uh... I'll learn something." Sharon put the condom package in her mouth & without hesitation stripped her halter top off, baring her chest for the hapless student.
"So how did I get to be the lucky girl?" she asked absently, reaching forward & unbuttoning the young man's shirt.
"Oh, I saw... I mean, I got the chip, & then he had a book."
"A Book?" Sharon tried not to sound surprised or anxious. Gaze transfixed on her bare breasts... specifically her pierced nipple, her young suitor didn't notice.
"Yeah... uh, there were pictures. I uh... I thought you looked really sexy," he licked his lips, "But, uh, that wasn't there in the picture." Sharon managed a nod... nude pictures of her... in a book. Seeing the hunger in the young man's eyes, a hunger she could understand as she went on hoping Shaun would arrive. She reasoned the Brothers wouldn't just post pictures of her where anyone could see them.
"I just got that, sugar," she began to sway her body in front of the young man, the condom package in her right hand, "It's still tender, so go easy." He smiled.
"Uh... can I touch them?" Sharon smiled back.
"I'd be disappointed it you didn't... But let's get you out of those pants." For the first time her guest moved quickly. She laughed he was out of his jeans so quickly. Aware he might misunderstand, she cupped her breasts, then began to push her shorts down, soon to be bare before this stranger, "Mmm, I like that anticipation!" She moved forward, feigning rapt interest in his crotch. "I hope you've got something there for me to put this on," she giggled & waved the condom as her hands moved to his boxer clad groin. He lifted his hips, eagerly pushing the boxers down, then watched in obvious amazement as she dipped her head, slurping at his average erection several times, the last a lingering backstroke with tongue before she looked up from between his knees where she'd knelt.
"Should I put this on so we can get down to business?" At his jerky nod, she smiled, tearing the package & rolling the latex onto his erection before rising & moving over his thighs, looking down at him, "Shall we do it this way, or do you want to be on top?"
"Go ahead," he managed, obviously already struggling for control. Sharon reached down, spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand & gently catching his erection with the other. She slapped the tip against her clit a few times, feigning a moan of pleasure before tucking it down & settling onto him. She was glad for her earlier anticipation of Shaun's visit... she was wet enough to take the young man without any difficulty.
"Yessss!" she let her head fall back, putting on a show for the young man, jumping in reality when his right hand toyed with her nipple ring. "Mmm, careful," she warned, & began to rock back & forth, keeping him fully within her. Her guest managed a short nod. His mouth was partly open. Giggling, Sharon began to rise & fall... not far, she didn't want him to slip out of her. She went on rocking & humping for a couple minutes & was surprised enough at the young man's stamina. She paused, shimmying as she looked into his eyes.
"This feels so good, sugar," she murmured, arching her back for show, "But how can we make it better for you?" The young man, struggled for words...
"I, uh... I, uh... This is so great," he managed a feeble smile. Sharon thrust her tongue out, flicking his nose & smiling back.
"I'm all yours, right now," she said, "So how can I pleas you... This is already been good for me."
"Really?" the young man seemed impossibly relieved at the suggestion he'd gotten Sharon off. "Oh... I uh... I mean, I guess I've always wanted to try... uh, doggy style."
"Mmm, my favorite," Sharon smiled more broadly. She gave a quiet moan as she lifted off of his jutting erection. The condom was still in place. She moved onto her hands & knees on the bed, wiggling her naked ass at him & looking back over her shoulder. Her guest moved quickly, fumbling to be sure, but soon enough his erection was pressing at her pussy from behind. "Yeah," she sighed, pushing herself back onto him, "God that's good... Fuck me, baby.. fuck me hard!" The young man caught hold of her waist & thrust at her hard & fast... for almost a minute. Then he groaned, shivering, & she knew he'd cum. Just to be sure he was satisfied, she made her voice husky & groaned, "God baby... I'm so close again... Don't stop, yet... Fuck me a little more... Just a little more..." She smiled as the young man tried to do just that, & put on a showy moan & shiver 5 or 6 strokes later, gasping, "Ahh, ahhhh, oh God that's it... That's it. Oh thank you baby.... Mmm," & then she slid forward, off of his cock, to lie panting on her stomach on the bed.
After a long 10 count she opened her eyes to find her guest staring at her, hand on his spent cock, holding the condom as if uncertain what to do. She rolled to her side, aware that his eyes immediately fixed on her breasts.
"I hope that was as good for you was it was for me?" He nodded eagerly. She leaned forward, "Here, let me take care of that," & she slid the spent condom off of his shriveled cock. She pointed toward the bathroom, "You can clean up in there if you don't want to leave a spot in your boxers. The young man thought about that, then reached down & began to dress. The smile lighting his face was precious. "Well, then, I'd better jump in the shower," she pouted, "But I'll walk you to the door.... The young man just nodded, nearly bumping into the doorway as he tried to move while staring at her breasts. She giggled, pressing herself against him, helping him through the door & across the front rooms to the front door.
The moment he was gone, Sharon was torn between smoking a little & showering. Shaun wasn't there, yet, so she'd have time to clean up, but she worried about how she'd manage if she had another visitor. & as she opted to take a few hits on the bong, she shivered at what she'd just done... had sex with yet another total stranger; she hadn't even learned his name! But the potent weed took the edge off of her worries & shame. She giggled at the memory of the young man... almost certainly a virgin. It was too bad she hadn't cum. Absently fingering the rin in her left nipple, Sharon put the bong on the mantle & wandered-- still naked-- into the shower. She was drying her hair in just her towel when the doorbell rang.
Approaching, she wondered why Shaun would ring... She was sure she'd given him a key. & at that she realized it wouldn't be Shaun. Hiding her disappointment, she dropped her robe & opened the door, giggling again at the way the young man on her porch gaped...
Two hours later, Sharon had finished her 3rd 'guest.' Still drying off after her 4th shower of the day, she didn't bother dressing, assuming as late as it was that she'd have no more visitors. She lit the bong, inhaling & holding the bitter smoke, then repeating the process twice more, delighting in how loose it left her feeling. She wandered into the kitchen, looking at the new groceries.... It was too late & she was too tired to actually make dinner. She settled on another Pop-Tart, leaving the 2nd pastry in the wrapper on the counter for the morning. She was disappointed that Shaun hadn't visited. She glanced at her purse, then took out her phone, ambling into the bedroom & flopping on the sweaty sheets, staring at the small screen. No missed calls. No messages.
She sighed... She'd see Shaun at the party, she was sure. She smiled, glad that she'd helped out her Brothers that day. She remembered the way she'd felt as Tom was thrusting into, her & drifted off, a hand firmly between her legs...
Coming next: the Big Bash
Story Continuation: RogueAlan
Chapter 8
Sharon blinked awake, surprised to find she'd gone to sleep on the couch. The stale scent of weed hung in the room, & she found the bong on, its side on the coffee table beside her, an empty single serving bottle of Asti beside it. The television was on, but the movie that was in the player had stopped playing. She groaned as she sat up, stretching a stiff neck & back, mad at herself for failing to go to bed. God, she winced, she was so sore... she couldn't believe how much her body ached... It felt like she'd worked every muscle. As she spread her legs for support and started to get up, the ache between her legs made her pause. She shivered as the events of the day before came back. She glanced down; even through the fabric of the BZ Bitch T-shirt the nipple ring was obvious. She tried to remember... had she showered? She had. Had she eaten? She wasn't sure. She was certainly hungry. She got up, absently righting the bong, her eyes moving as she set it on one end of the mantle to the urn at the other end. Before she forgot, she retrieved the poker chip, putting it through the slot in the top of the urn lid, & hearing it clank when it bounced&& in the otherwise empty vessel. She went into the kitchen, finding no orange juice or apple juice... only a 1/2 empty 1/2 gallon of milk & a variety of beers, along with more of the small Asti bottle. Shrugging, she chose one of the latter, twisting the gold foil & screw cap off, then rummaging through the pantry & cabinets...
She realized she needed to get to the grocery store... the only thing she could find to eat was grape pop-tarts. Not bothering to put them in the toaster, she went back into the front room, turned the television off, & then went to get dressed for class.
A glance at the clock threw her into high gear... She had only 10 minutes to get everything together & to get halfway across the campus. She pawed through her drawers, grabbing out panties, & kicking the pair she'd been wearing toward the closet, stripping off the T-shirt as well.
She paused upon pulling the panties up, surprised to realize they were crotchless in front, the thong back tucking between her cheeks. She went back, finding no more suitable underwear... sure there were other thongs without the crotchless opening, but nothing like she usually wore to school... or to go home. she stopped searching, aware she had no time to waste. She pulled on the first pair of shorts she found... short shorts, like runners wear, she realized right away, but again, a brief search of her drawer demonstrated no more suitable clothing. She wasn't surprised to find the bra drawer was empty, & reluctantly selected her shirt, a deep pink 'Princess' T with the BZ logo on front & back.
After a hesitation, she stripped the shirt off, putting a halter style white BZ T on beneath it... at least she wasn't on complete display, she told herself, glancing in the mirror. She'd taken a moment to apply deodorant & foundation, but had no time for more. Embarrassed at the mess her hair was in, she grabbed a NY Yankees baseball cap that had somehow appeared in her closet, then grabbed her backpack-- untouched since the last time she'd been to class-- & hurried out the door, still munching the last of the pop-tart. The Asti left her with a little buzz, easing the anxiety she would've otherwise felt at going out in public dressed as she was.
She wasn't really aware of the open stares from every guy she passed. She barely noticed the glares of many of the prettier co-eds; she wasn't trying to be provocative or to distract their boyfriends... didn't really know she was doing it. She was glad it wasn't cold, since she had so little clothing on.
Of course, the classes were air conditioned. Even before she'd taken a seat, near the back so fewer people would see her, the goose flesh was prominent on her bare arms & legs. She rubbed at her arms, embarrassed at the realization not only the pierced nipples, but both were fully visible against the fabric of her shirts. Looking around, it seemed guys had noticed her little display, which made her blush, but at the same time, she felt a tickle between her legs, & was proud of the fact that she could get such a reaction.
She tried to concentrate on the lecture. The speaker stumbled a couple times, & whenever she'd look up from her notes, she'd find the balding man was staring at her as he searched for his point. At least being cold kept her from getting sleepy. She hadn't seen anyone she knew going, into the Economics 101 course, but she that was all right; she expected to see Shaun, Kelly, & Dave at the Psych course later in the day.
Class had managed to become monotonous & Sharon was checking her watch to see when they could leave when the bell rang. Like most of the others she jumped up, turning to return her binder to the backpack, not noting the dozens of eyes that fixed on her ass in the tight shorts-- a spectacle no guy sitting below her missed. She joined the crush of students headed for the door farthest from the building's entrance... there was a shorter line on that side. She was considering stopping at the Union to get some school logo sweats when someone caught her elbow in the poorly lit hall outside the class. She turned, finding a stranger smiling at her.
"Damn, you make it easy to stay up in class," the young black man leered at her. Sharon blushed & smiled nervously.
"Thanks," she managed, blushing at the idea he'd been watching her to stay awake in class, "It can be pretty boring." He laughed at that, ignoring the flow of people around them. He still had her elbow, keeping her from moving to her next class.
"You're one of my sisters, eh?" Sharon nodded, noticing the BZ logo on his ball cap as he looked down at her. He smiled, "Glad you advertise." She was puzzled until she realized he was looking at her shirt. "You know what you got to do, then?" She frowned,
"Uh... I'm not sure..." he pulled her across the hall to a recess for a closed classroom door.
"Pretty but dumb," he muttered, pointing with his free hand down at his crotch, "The job of a BZ bitch is to keep us happy, right?" Sharon nodded, alarm growing at what she thought he was suggesting. "Well, then?" he turned using his body to shield her from the light filtering through the double glass door to the outside at the end of the hall. People were passing them, paying no attention. "I got class, bitch, so get to it." Sharon nodded, then shook her head.
"Uhm, but I don't have a condom," she murmured. He laughed. "Damn, you still that new?" He unzipped, "You a BZ Bitch. You do what we say, when we say. If you did get me to use a condom in your mouth you know what you have to do when I'm done, don't you?" Sharon blushed but nodded once. The young man chuckled, "So no reason for us to bother with a condom, is there?" Sharon shook her head, unable to look up into his eyes... In fact, her eyes were riveted to his open fly, the edge of his cock visible. He wiggled his hips suggestively, his cock flopping into the open. Without thinking about it, Sharon reached out & caught hold of him. Feeling him in her hand, Sharon was shocked at the pang of arousal she felt. She started to bend at the waist, then paused, realizing she'd be more obvious like that. Without really considering what she was doing, the married white co-ed dropped to her knees before the BZ brother. Still gripping the base of his cock in her petite hand, she slurped his semi-erect shaft into her mouth & began to suck at him fervently, bobbing her heard.
"Oh yeah," the strange frat brother groaned loudly enough to, attract attention from some passing students. He tilted his head back, catching hold of her hair with his hand, moving it out of the way, exposing her to anyone beside them in the hall. "Do it, bitch... Show me how much you love my black cock." Sharon worked at him harder, shivering in growing excitement as he grew hard in her mouth. His hand closed over the back of her head a moment later, & he more vigorously fucked her face against his groin. Sharon no longer remembered where they were... her entire focus was the swollen flesh she was pleasuring. She heard his breathing, surprised herself by knowing the way he was panting... the way he felt in her mouth, that he was about to cum.
She'd assumed he would pump his load straight into her stomach. Instead, he pulled out as he started to shoot, painting her tongue & face with heavy ropes of jism. Sharon groaned, trying to catch it in her mouth. She'd unconsciously dipped the fingers of her free hand between her legs, inside the edge of her tight shorts to frig her clit & work her wet slit. The Brother finished his climax, wiped himself on her cheek, then patted her head in thanks.
"Good little BZ Bitch," he praised, then unceremoniously turned & sauntered off as he tucked himself in. Sharon was left kneeling in the shallow cut out of the closed door, one hand buried in her sex, face smeared with semen. She squeaked at her situation, leaping to her feet & trying to cover her face as she dashed into the ladies room at the end of the hall. She didn't see the Brother she'd just sucked off slap hands with Dave, who'd caught the whole scene from her leaving class on the camcorder. Dave waited, but didn't bother wasting tape, as he watched to see what Sharon would do.
Inside the bathroom, the married white student stared at herself in the mirror, the reflection almost a stranger, to her, & yet more familiar than the face she remembered seeing home with her ******. She wiped away the shiny smears of jism at the corners of her mouth, using her fingers instead of towels, mindful of what she'd been told the night before... She blushed when she realized she was licking her wet fingers clean instead of washing them off, & quickly turned the faucet on, eyes moving between the clock over the sinks & the bathroom door. She blushed at the thought of someone coming into the bathroom & seeing her in her state.
As she reached for towels to dry her hands, she was acutely aware that she was still excited. She paused, considering slipping into one of the stalls to masturbate. As a hand dropped to her crotch, pressing her aroused sex through the thin fabric, she glanced at the clock again. Seeing the time, she stopped thinking about taking the time for getting herself off, in order to rush to her next class. As she ran down the hall, her pack slapping steadily against the top of her ass, she didn't even notice the way every guy eyed her as she passed, or the way most of the girls turned up their nose, incensed at the appearance of the obvious slut.
Panting from exertion, still more than a little aroused at what she'd just done outside of her last class, Sharon tried not to attract too much attention as she settled into a seat near the back of her next class, English. The instructor, a woman not much older than she, frowned at her even though the bell hadn't rung & other students were coming in behind Sharon. Sharon glanced away from the other woman's stern gaze, wondering what she had done... class hadn't started yet, after all.
As embarrassing as the teacher's reaction had been, the awareness that she was still wet... still horny, was enough that Sharon looked around, hoping to see a BZ brother in the class. She didn't see anyone. She smiled nervously, realizing every guy in the room was staring at her openly. She absently wiped at her mouth, making sure there was no remaining evidence of what she'd done, & pointedly tried to ignore the fire between her legs.
Class was boring. She found her mind wandering to what she'd just done... to what she'd done the day before with Dave. Midway through the period, the instructor mentioned the husband in the story the class had been discussing... a story Sharon had read long ago but had not taken time to reread. At that mention, the thought of her own husband and ****** again intruded on the hapless student's conscience. She pulled self-consciously at, her shorts, horrified that she was out in public dressed like... a slut.
She glanced around, relieved to see that most of the class were paying attention to the professor or their notes... a couple openly sleeping. Sharon resolved to spend more time in class and less time interacting with the BZ fraternity. She'd already done much more than she should, she knew. By the end of class, the arousal she'd been fighting was long cold. When the bell rang, she leapt up with the other students, hurrying to pack her things in the backpack. She was intent on getting back to her apartment to find more appropriate clothing; already she knew she should practice how she would hide her new... decorations from her ******.
She almost missed the voice of the professor calling her name as she hurried up the steps toward the exit. When the woman's slightly scratchy voice repeated her name more forcefully, Sharon stopped and turned. The woman was staring at her steadily. Sharon swallowed, but reversed course and hurried down to the lectern.
"Y-yes?" she asked.
"I see you've undergone quite the... transformation since class began," the woman's expression made it obvious what she thought of Sharon's clothing. Sharon shrugged.
"Well, yes... I mean not really. I've made some new friends, true enough." Up close, she realized the woman was younger than she was. Her haughty attitude of superiority had left the nervous housewife with the impression the other woman was older. "That's part of what college is for isn't it?" The woman sniffed, lifting her hand, showing off a gaudy oversized diamond ring.
"And what would your husband say about your new... friends?" she almost sneered. Sharon's breath caught. It took a moment for her to find her voice.
"I don't know what you're insinuating," she said, becoming angry as she answered, "Is there anything wrong with the work I've done in your class?" As she spoke, she was relieved to be confident that all of the work she had turned in for this class was her own. The woman pursed her lips. She inhaled, then shook her head.
"Just see that you remember who you are," she paused, "It's terribly easy to get lost here, away from home." Sharon felt her cheeks burning.
"Thank you, but I already know that... I'm not a child," she answered angrily, "I appreciate your concern." The professor considered saying more for another moment, then dug into her bag. She held out a gilt printed card.
"I hope you're right. I read your admission essay, Sharon," she looked into Sharon's eyes for a moment, "I've been anxious to see what you can do with some instruction. Take this card. If anything happens & you need me, day or night, just call. My numbers are on that card." Confused, Sharon took the card, mumbled her thanks, & stumbled up the steps, wondering what the other woman expected of her.
Neither woman realized the entire exchange had been captured on digital memory via the school's extensive audio-visual suite. A wealthy alumnus had provided the university with funds to place state of the art computerized systems in the biggest classroom of each building. The BZ brothers had been quick to capitalize on the central storage arrangement the system employed. It was not uncommon for instructors to have their teaching assistants vet a test before it was given, and more than one exam had been blown up without having to resort to more direct means of getting the answers.
As the fraternity's A/V guru, Dave had seen to it that a room with no fewer than 20 LCD monitors rotating the dozens of cameras was monitored each day at the frat. They had also co-opted the security cameras, scattered around the campus, and had piggy backed on existing wiring to provide some less than legal vantages that had brought their chapter more than a little income over the 3 years since a serious effort at catching 'up-skirt' and similar porn for internet sales had begun. The dozens of camera feeds couldn't all be recorded, so they kept a pledge on watch in a carefully hidden 'security nook' in the frat house, rotating the duty once rush was complete. Seen initially as boring busy work all of the brothers had quickly agreed that electronic voyeurism had definite advantages; they knew the campus dealers, thugs, & sluts, as well as which TA's & even professors had... weaknesses. & weaknesses were what the BZ frat excelled at leveraging.
Dave actually spent little time in the warren of computers & monitors at the frat, preferring to use dedicated camcorders & mikes for his recordings. But he'd received a call the moment Sharon's instructor cum mentor had called on her after class. As per his instructions, the pledge on eye duty had been keeping special attention on their new 'sister.' She'd been seen almost constantly since she'd set foot on campus.
Dave kept a mental list of the professors & administrators, who were 'targets;' individuals who had accidentally or intentionally interfered with frat business, or who could help the brothers out. He hadn't known that the bitch teaching English Lit had more than a passing interest in his new sister. Once again, Sharon was going to prove to be invaluable to the BZ. At his instructions, the pledge flicked a switch, & the direct-able camera at the back of the room zoomed in, the professor's own mike capturing what was said. Dave didn't have video, but the sound was piped through to his Blackberry. By the end of the conversation he was smiling broadly, but not pleasantly. A plan was already beginning to form...
Sharon nearly ran out of the English building, angry & embarrassed at what her professor had said. Nancy Eller had been one of the main reasons Sharon had chosen the state university over the private college back home. She sniffed, mentally berating the frigid bitch for making such insinuations... even if they were true. She took a breath, trying to calm down, telling herself that Professor Eller was just interested in helping her; the woman clearly just didn't understand what it was like, being a BZ Sister.
Trying to ignore the cold, making her nipples hard against the thin fabric of her T-shirt, Sharon hurried toward the Union, intent on doing some reading. She had time before her last class of the day, & having missed so much class already she was intent on catching up in, her free time. Even so, her eyes wandered as she crossed the campus. She ignored the stares of the boys she passed; she wondered if she might find a Brother to help her get off so she could focus more easily. None of the BZ Frat seemed to be around. She even considered trying to entice a couple of the big guys who were obviously on the school's football team to 'workout' with her, smiling at the mental image that filled her head. She didn't act, though... it felt too much like cheating, even daydreaming about it. She briefly wondered why it wasn't cheating doing whatever the BZ Brothers wanted, but shrugged, reminding herself that was the duty of a frat's 'little sisters.' & Shaun & Dave weren't strangers, either... they were looking out for her.
Hugging her arms around her chest, Sharon smiled at the thought, ducking through the glass backdoors of the Union. She'd meant to get some coffee, but seeing the bookstore, she was reminded what she was wearing & hurried down the stairs to pick up some sweats. More comfortable in an oversized black fleece hoodie & matching pants, Sharon went up to the cafeteria, bought a large coffee, & crossed the hall, wandering into the study hall. Students were sprawled against the pillars & over plush chairs. Others talked over their work spread out on the library tables, while a few hunched over their work at the 'private' desks lining the room. She saw that most of the study rooms... separated from the main hall by tall glass doors, were in use.
She smiled gratefully at the young student who hastily grabbed his Eastpack out of the seat beside him so she could sit down. She put her coffee to the side, then pulled out the book Professor Eller had assigned, intent on catching up with the class. For almost an hour, Sharon worked diligently, making steady progress toward catching up in every class. She paused periodically, glancing around enjoying her place in school, musing that what she was doing was how she'd envisioned being a college student. Looking around, she didn't feel as if she was different from the other young co-eds. Checking her planner, she was surprised at how easy it had been to get back on track, & wondered if that was true for everyone in college. She knew she was no top notch student. Clearly college was geared to allow students lots of time for fun. She shifted in her seat, abruptly aware of a need... a sexual need. She wondered if helping Shaun & Dave stay caught up in their classes would mean she'd more quickly get to enjoy another day with them on... what had Dave called it? an adult field trip.
Momentarily ashamed at becoming aroused sitting in the study hall surrounded by young men & women, she glanced around, wondering if they could tell. She paused, wondering how she had turned into such a slut... how could she... she shut her eyes, imagining Shaun's big cock thrusting into her, making her cum... She shivered looking around, grateful for the sweats now hiding her body's reaction. How could she want more of that knowing it put her in more & more danger of losing her ******... of losing everything. She tried to be glad that the thought scared her, but wondered how long that would last.
Nearly jumping up, Sharon gathered her things, intent on skipping the rest of the week; she needed to drive home to see her ******... to get grounded again. She was sure she could think of some story about her new... decorations. Maybe the best would be simply the truth: she was a BZ Sister... all of her sisters had the tattoos &, piercings. & maybe Chris would like them. Finished packing her bag, she murmured a thanks to the man who'd made a place for her, intent on going back home.
She almost made it out of study hall before a wolf whistle stopped her in her tracks.
She turned, 1st to see who was attracting the attention, & blushed when she realized it was her. A tall broad black athlete was openly leering at her. It was Tom, one of the offensive linemen, & one of her Brothers. He'd been the 1st to exit the main study room, where the football team held daily guided study sessions. She saw some of the other BZ Brothers coming out. Several nodded or smiled. She shivered, aware that most of them had been inside of her. The thought did nothing to ease the pressure building between her legs. As much as she wanted to deny it, the look on Tom's face said he had the same idea her body was encouraging.
She knew she should turn & go on... flee. But she couldn't. The hulking lineman approached her.
"What 'cha doin' here, little Sister?" he asked, as if he knew the answer.
"Uhm, I was studying... I got all caught up," she paused, & couldn't help but go on, "Have to be ready for the party this weekend." He just nodded, eyes roaming up & down her body.
"So you're through studying?" She nodded, wondering if that was the right answer. She looked around, relaxing slightly when she realized no one seemed to paying them any attention. Surely he wouldn't make her what she'd done earlier there in study hall? She shivered, wondering if she would do it if he demanded... knowing with a strange tremor of arousal that she would.
"Well, maybe you can help me out, then," he said. She nodded, waiting for the inevitable. He looked around.
"I got me some reading homework," he seemed suddenly embarrassed, more like her son than an enormous man, "& I... well, I don't read so good. So sometimes people read for me." Sharon tried to hide the relief she felt at being asked to really help him.
"Well that's what Sisters are for, right?" He blinked at her as if what she'd said made no sense, but nodded. He tilted his head for her to follow, lumbering toward the small rooms lining the study hall. Sharon fell in behind him. He opened the 1st door he came to, not bothering to see if anyone was inside.
"We got this room now," he said, voice a quiet rumble. The 2 geeky students who'd been immersed in their studies scrambled to collect their things & escape past him. Sharon watched in amazement. No one ever reacted to her like that. Tom motioned for her to follow him inside. She set her bag on the table, not seeing the way the big student carefully arranged his things on the far side of the room. He handed her a library copy of George Orwell's 'Animal Farm.' The bookmark was barely beyond the start of the novel. She picked it up, smiling as Tom settled onto a seat beside her, & began to read.
After maybe 10 minutes, his hand came to rest on her thigh. Sharon blushed, but didn't argue. She went on reading, pausing after each break to ask if he had any questions about what she'd read. He just shook his head each time, so she would nod & continue. After another few minutes, the big student sighed loudly. Sharon stopped.
"Is something wrong?" He shook his head,
"Oh no, we're past where I needed to read," Sharon started to close the book, "But go on... I'll be ahead, that way," the big football player insisted, "I just thought... well, I think I'd pay better attention if you weren't in so many clothes," he smiled at her, "What are you wearing underneath those baggy sweats?" Sharon giggled, relieved she wasn't going to get into trouble.
"I'm wearing what I'm supposed to wear," she assured him. He nodded his head.
"Show me." She blinked, eyes going to the big window in the door. She didn't hesitate, though; after all, she'd already been to class in just the shorts & T-shirts. Blushing at being watched by the big frat brother, Sharon pulled the hoodie off, following with her sweat bottoms. She set them in her bag, then moved to sit back down to read. "C'mere," the big athlete said quietly, pushing his chair back from the table, "Sit in my lap."
The thoroughly conditioned white housewife didn't argue, moving around the table to sit on Tom's lap. She didn't protest when one hand slipped beneath her shirts to begin tweaking her nipple, the other resting high on her thigh. Clearing her throat, she picked up the book & resumed reading. It was difficult... the young man's knowing fingers quickly had both nipples rock hard. She shifted, becoming aware she could feel his erection pressing against her. He laughed when her voice faltered after another moment.
"Something wrong?" he teased. She heard the huskiness in her voice as she answered.
"I-it's just hard... hard to read when you're doing that." He nodded his head. Is there something else you'd rather be doing?" She shivered, wondering how it could be so obvious. She wondered if he could smell her arousal. She tried to keep reading but hadn't made it a page before he'd slipped a hand between her thighs. She didn't think, she just spread her legs for him. As she tried to keep reading, Tom deftly ran his fingers beneath her shorts & up & down her increasingly wet slit. Every few strokes he slowly circled her aroused clit, not touching it. Each time Sharon stopped reading, increasingly hungry for the contact & the release it promised.
He just chuckled, the rumble moving through his body, up into her pelvis. He was still working her left nipple with the other hand, & finally Sharon realized she hadn't read a word in almost a minute. Instead, she was pushing herself against his erection, tilting her pelvis, welcoming his fingers. Hew went on teasing her for a few seconds, then abruptly pushed back in the chair & stood, leaving her on her feet before him.
"Damn, if this ain't the best studying I've done all year," he said, his left hand holding her in place by his grip on her breast, "But I had to adjust myself. She felt his right hand at his groin as he spoke. She giggled, imagining his big erection had been getting pretty uncomfortable with her sitting on his lap. She realized she was hoping he'd take her back to the frat to fuck her & finish what he'd started.
She was surprised when he sat back down again, pulling her backwards over his lap once more. She wasn't really sitting on his lap, though... her legs were left spread, so she was more or less straddling him. His strong hands pulled by her breast & thigh, urging her down onto his lap. She gasped as she sat, feeling the head of his penis press against her crotch. Tom hadn't just 'adjusted' his package... he'd unzipped... he was going to fuck her there in the study room. Though Sharon's eyes went to the door of the room, horrified that someone would see, she didn't argue, & realized as she felt herself shift she was actually trying to help him get through the leg hole of her short shorts. He caught the thin fabric with one hand & she feared he'd tear it, leaving her with only the sweat bottoms to wear. Instead, he held the nylon to the side, offering his swollen cock a free path into her sex.
Sharon sighed as he pushed into her. She settled onto him, shivering in forbidden pleasure as more of his big cock thrust up inside of her. She didn't remember a time it hadn't been easy to take the biggest of the Brothers. She wanted to ride him hard, up & down, to get herself off, but his big hand held her in place. She shimmied her hips, hoping he would get the message. He laughed.
"Not yet, little Sister," he warned, reaching under her shirt again with his left hand to resume working her turgid nipple, "Let's finish this chapter. Sharon pouted for a second... she didn't want to study anymore. Still, having Tom inside of her felt so good, she decided not to argue. Opening the book, she leaned forward onto the table, the position pressing her clit slightly against his shaft as she began to read.
Or tried to; every few seconds Tom would shift, moving her from side to side, making it hard to concentrate. As she managed to keep reading with that, he would lift his hips, pushing up into her slightly, brief thrusts that stoked her building fire. Sharon trapped the book on the table with one hand, grabbing the table edge with the other & visibly pushing back at him. That simply elicited another chuckle from the big football player.
When Sharon paused to turn the page-- elated to see the end of the chapter, Tom dropped his left hand to her waist. She moaned loudly as he lifted her up & down, fucking her forcefully on his cock in several strokes before leaving her impaled once again.
"C'mon, little Slut," he teased, "We're almost there..." Sharon nodded... she couldn't talk for a few seconds. She pinned the book back down with her free hand, trying to focus on reading the last 2 pages. Tom's fingers dipper around her right thigh to press on her clit, & Sharon arched her back, breath catching as an orgasm threatened to burst. She wanted it, but wanted to finish the chapter, like Tom had asked.
She was reading about the pigs squealing when she realized he was standing, a forceful thrust driving her against the edge of the table before still more of his big cock thrust into her. He pressed his left hand against the small of her back, directly over the tattoo, while his right hand went on tweaking her clit, & his hips began to pump, driving his cock in & out in long, hard strokes. Her voice rose as she squealed, perversely like the pigs she'd been reading about, her body twitching visibly as she climaxed strongly. She didn't care that her cries were obvious outside the room, drawing curious, & then envious stares from the nearest male students.
Tom grunted in another minute or 2, & Sharon felt him cumming inside of her. She tried to remember... was she supposed to let that happen? Frightened of taking too many of the pills, she resolved to visit the Student Health Center for some more reliable birth control. At the moment, she was more intent on trying to finish the orgasm that'd been building. Tom slid back a bit, & she shook her head forcefully, "Don't stop!" she husked, pushing back at him, "I'm not done... I'm so close, Tommy... Please just fuck me!" His chuckle rumbled, a strange, delightful sensation deep within her, as he resumed thrusting at her.
"Whatever you say, little sister." It wasn't a minute before Sharon spasmed again, moaning & winning in release. Finished, she lay spent on the table, heedless of the voyeurs in the study hall & the ever present camera catching everything from the table on the opposite wall, a table her unfocused eyes stared past as Tom slipped out of her & reached around her for the book.
"Damn, Sharon," he said, spanking her barely covered ass, "I'll have you read with me every day if you're available." Gradually becoming aware of what she'd just done... that people had to have seen through the door, Sharon tried to look calm as she fell back into the seat Tom had vacated. He was almost through packing his bag, & she suddenly knew she had to leave with him; the other male students might not try anything, knowing she was a BZ Sister, but she was confident she'd be treated to sneers & quiet comments as she past them. She grabbed her sweat bottoms, anxious to hide any leaking fluids that might slip below her shorts. Tom didn't give her time to put the hoodie back on, & she hurried out in his wake, looking for all the world like a loyal puppy.
Sharon tried to ignore the many stares & the whispered comments that were still made in their wake. She was anxious to get home to clean up, & was once again wondering how she kept getting herself into such situations. Tom didn't even seem to notice her & after considering for a few moments, she was about to break off to head to her place when Tom's cell phone rang. He slipped it out of his pocket & put it to his ear.
"Yeah?... Hey Shaun... Naw, not much, just studying... Oh yeah? Well, you're in luck, man. She just happens to be right here!" Sharon blinked, surprised that Shaun would be looking for her. Why hadn't he just called her cell phone... Or maybe he had, but she'd been too busy getting... she blushed & took the phone.
"Hello?" Shaun's voice sent a tremor through her. She realized it'd been days since he'd seen her... he hadn't seen her new Sister jewelry, yet...
"Hey, Sister," he started in, "Dave says you look great." Sharon blushed, pleased at the compliment. She offered Tom a smile.
"I'd be happy to show you..."
"Oh, I like the sound of that," Shaun paused, "But I was hoping you could do me a favor..." Sharon nodded for a moment before she realized he couldn't see her response.
"Of course," she answered. No hesitation, no qualification.
"Don't you have Prof Eller for a class?" Sharon was puzzled at the question, but didn't worry about it.
"Uh-huh... she's sort of my mentor, here."
"Really? That's great!" Shaun sounded relieved. "So you two have a good relationship."
"Uh-huh," Sharon frowned, "But she was just talking to me today... warning me about... about the things I'm doing." Fresh shame colored her face at the memory.
"Huh? What do you mean?" Shaun prompted the hapless white wife.
"Well... I think she suspects what we're... I mean, I think she knows that being a BZ Sister means... well, you know..."
"Not really, I guess... What do you mean?"
"Well, she said she was worried that I was losing myself... that I was forgetting who I was & not understanding what I'm getting into..." she flashed on what had just happened in the study hall. The remembered pleasure still outweighed fear or guilt. "I told her I understand what I'm doing," she paused... wondering if she really did... How had she gotten into this situation? Did she really want it. The way her body responded to Shaun's voice as he responded reassured her libido, at least.
"Oh," he sounded disappointed, "I guess maybe I shouldn't ask, then..."
"Ask what?" Sharon's brow furrowed, "I don't see how asking me can hurt anything, right?"
"I guess you're right... See, we have a couple guys who're really struggling... I don't know if you knew it, but she isn't just an English teacher... she's also in charge of Women's Studies." Sharon hadn't realized that. she almost giggled, the image of the tightly controlled, severe professor matched perfectly her idea of 'feminists.'
"Uh-huh..."
"Well, we have to take some of those classes... some NCAA agreement to assure we understand women's points of view on various topics."
"Uh-huh..." "Turns out she's a hard ass when it comes to grades," he paused, "If a couple of the guys fail, they won't be able to play & may lose their scholarships. Most of the WS profs are cool with things, but if the guys miss Prof. Eller's class even for games she tries to hurt them... holding pop quizzes they can't make up, giving information crucial for exams... that sort of thing.
"OK..."
"Well, when we heard you had her in class... well, I 'd hoped she & you had a good relationship."
"I'd thought so, but today she was pretty judgmental... she kind of pissed me off." Shaun laughed.
"I understand that. Well, maybe that's a good thing..."
"I don't understand."
"Well, the guys, hell the coaches & even the dean have talked to her... she won't back off. It's really causing problems for all of our sports, & especially for our fraternity... she does it to all the athletes, but especially BZ... I've wondered if she has something against blacks," he paused just a moment, "But if you two don't have a good relationship I guess you can't talk to her about it..."
"Well, she did give me her card," Sharon answered, "She told me to call her if I ever had a problem."
"Hmmm," Shaun paused, letting Sharon think he was considering. "Well, how about this... Would you be willing to help us out?"
"Sure." He smiled at the total trust she was giving him. It was amazing how many women did that.
"Cool. Let me think about it... You'll be home this afternoon & tonight?"
"I will be," Sharon could hardly hold still at the thought Shaun would visit her.
"Great," he said, "I was thinking about trying to arrange something tomorrow, but maybe we'll wait... You're up for the big party tomorrow night, right?" Sharon smiled at Tom again.
"Yeah... It'll be good to have the weekend to relax."
"Well, if I can arrange it, Saturday or Sunday may be pretty busy, getting Prof. Eller on board."
"That's OK, whatever I can do to help," Sharon answered quickly.
"Well, be good, then, little Sister, & I'll see you soon." She realized Shaun had rung off, & handed Tom his phone. He was eyeing her with more appreciation than she was familiar with.
"What?" she asked. Tom, rubbed at his head.
"Were you two talking about Professor Eller?" She nodded. He shook his head, "I swear, man, she hates me... I been to every class I could. I take my own notes... I answer her questions, but I'm still failing. I don't want to go home..." the big football player seemed suddenly on the verge of tears, "If you & Shaun can fix that, I'll be your BZ Brother for anything you ever need, Little Sister!" Sharon smiled, reaching out to pat his enormous hand.
"Don't worry," she assured him, "I'll do whatever I can to fix it." He gave an obvious sigh of relief, obviously confident in her. After an awkward moment he tousled her hair, thanked her again for being his 'study buddy' & then headed for the athletic complex. Sharon reluctantly headed back into the campus for her 3rd & final class of the day. She usually enjoyed history, but would've been happier cleaning up & maybe taking a nap at her apartment. she paused in the history building, using the women's rest room to put the hoodie on, glad for the fewer stares & comments that followed her when she took a seat in class.
After 50 interminable minutes reviewing the Civil War, Sharon escaped the class with the rest of the students. She hadn't eaten, but didn't stop at the Union to eat. She worried she had a tell tale spot in the crotch of her sweats, & wanted to get home to clean up, especially if Shaun was coming over. She figured she could go shopping-- get some food-- before his visit, & started wondering what she could fix to impress him...
Sharon hurried about in her place, slipping out of her sweats, which mercifully were not marked by the spend leaking from her recently used seam. Her shorts had contained most of it, leaving a slowly drying collection in her crotch. She showered then donned fresh BZ halter top & T, shorts, & the just purchased hoodie & sweat bottoms before hurrying out to the Range Rover. She hustled a cart through the aisles of the local Safeway, opting for 2 already stuffed pork chops. The rice & vegetables would cook up nicely. She absently chose some cereal, more pop tarts, milk, eggs, cheese, & a variety of 'lean cuisine' frozen meals. She grabbed a big jug of orange juice, & considering the Brothers, several 6 packs of beer. Blushing, she also grabbed a new 'bulk' box of Magnum condoms, then selected a young woman checker.
The woman eyed her as she passed the black box over the scanner. Sharon blushed, but was glad no comment was made. She'd also grabbed more hoodie & sweat combinations approaching the cash wrap... it seemed every store in the city offered them, & she was relieved to have found something the BZ Brothers apparently accepted; putting herself on display went against her nature? or at least, it had before.
It was almost 5 PM by the time she was driving back. The sudden hip hop riff surprised her; it was a moment before she remembered it was her phone. She glanced at the caller ID, & saw 'BZ Fraternity' glowing on the screen. She answered.
"Shaun?"
"Where you at?" Sharon recognized Dave's voice.
"Uh... I'm on my way home from the grocery store."
"Damn, Bitch, if you need something, don't you know you can call us?" Sharon was relieved he wasn't mad. She didn't understand why he would be mad, but didn't consider her reaction any longer. "You got to get home, don't you know you're expecting a visitor!" She accelerated anxious to be there when Shaun arrived, never thinking about how she was behaving; or why.
"I'm hurrying," she assured Dave, "I'll be there in just a few minutes."
"Good," he answered, "Next time you go out, you might check in..." he went on as if worried she might be offended, "You never know, somebody might need something, or maybe someone's already out & can pick it up for you."
"Okay," she agreed; she hadn't thought about it like that. This BZ Sister business had benefits she was still discovering.
"Be good, little girl," Dave said through the cell phone, "I'll see you at the party tomorrow night!" Sharon nodded, trying to decide just what, it was that she was feeling about that. Dave had explained the party was her 'welcome' to the BZ Sisters. She was sure it would involve lots of booze, & lots of sex. Feeling the increasingly familiar... & pleasurable response of her body at the thought of it, Sharon realized she was really excited at the prospect of the coming weekend. She was glad she had not made the drive home, even though that thought led to a momentary worry about how her husband & kids were doing. She could always call home...
She sighed in relief when the street in front of her duplex was empty. Grabbing the bags, she hurried inside. She stripped out of the sweats & the BZ T while putting things away. Unsure when Shaun would arrive, she opted not to start on the pork chops... she could already think of a way they could waste the time while it cooked...
The doorbell rang. She rushed to the door, throwing it open without bothering with the peep hole. Her smile froze. Where she'd expected Shaun, a meek white man... a boy, really, stood, almost trembling, the BZ chip clutched in his hand. Sharon stared at him... she was sure she'd never seen him, before. She glanced back, wishing she had used the bong when she got home... now it would mean sharing, & she was sure Shaun & Dave wouldn't like that... or going through with this without any assistance. Still standing on the stoop, the young man cleared his throat, looking around nervously.
"Uh... they said this was the address," he was obviously painfully shy, "I mean, I mean, this is where they said to come... uhm, they said you'd understand... you'd, uhm, you'd know what to do..." Sharon managed a nod. She prayed she didn't seem as scared stiff as her visitor.
"Sure, hon'," she stepped back, holding the door, "C'mon in... I'm sorry, I just wasn't... I wasn't expecting you yet." The young man blinked.
"I, uh... I came when they said."
"Oh, I'm sure you did," Sharon closed the door & gently retrieved the chip, "I didn't mean that... sometimes I don't get my messages on time." He nodded as if he understood. Sharon was torn... what if Shaun came while they were... while they were doing it? But she knew... this was what was expected of her... she was a BZ Sister. She hoped he'd want a beer... she knew she could use one.
"Can I get you a drink, hon'?" the young man shook his head jerkily. She realized with growing surprise the young man seemed overwhelmed... he hadn't managed to tear his eyes off of her chest from the moment she'd opened the door. Sharon made a snap decision. Without thinking about it, she shimmied her shoulders, knowing how it made her breasts move beneath the thin material. She had to hide a smile, wondering if the poor geek might cum before she touched him. "OK, then, I guess all you need to say is what you want... & where you want to do it." The young man seemed frozen, as if he hadn't expected it would really happen. Sharon wondered how such timid people could manage, & hoped fervently her kids weren't of the type.
"Uhm, wherever you want," he managed. She smiled, stepping close, resisting the almost overwhelming urge to take her top off.
"OK, baby," she purred, "I guess the bedroom would be most comfortable, don't you?" He managed a nod, but didn't move through the obvious, open bedroom door until Sharon took his hand, leading the way. "I assume they explained about how this works?" she looked back & saw him nod. Well, then, shall we get right to it?" she continued, sitting him on the bed, "No sense ruining this with just a blow job, right?" The young man managed a feeble smile.
"I, uh... I should be OK," he paused, as if wondering whether to go on. He nodded to himself, "I, uh... I followed the pimp rulebook," he looked at her as if she would understand. From her puzzled expression he realized she wasn't following. "I mean I... well, I took care of myself earlier... you know... so we can both enjoy this longer." Sharon managed a smile... the poor boy wanted to pleasure her? At least his heart was in the right place. She went to the nightstand & selected a condom.
"So, how did you come to be here, young man," she said with mock severity. The student managed a genuine smile.
"Oh, I, uh... I tutor some of the football team," he paused, "I got one of the backs an A on his latest paper. This was sort of a tip, I guess." She nodded.
"Am I the 1st gift you've gotten?" He blushed, but nodded.
"I'd, uh, I'd heard about the... benefits... of working with the athletes," he blushed, "I sort of thought... well, I'm sure you're not surprised that I don't get much... uhm, action." Sharon just smiled at him, "But I'm not a virgin if you mean..." She patted his knee.
"Oh, honey, that's all right... I was just hoping maybe I'd get to be the one who... you know, taught you something." The young man swallowed.
"Oh... I mean, that's OK... I'm sure I'll uh... I'll learn something." Sharon put the condom package in her mouth & without hesitation stripped her halter top off, baring her chest for the hapless student.
"So how did I get to be the lucky girl?" she asked absently, reaching forward & unbuttoning the young man's shirt.
"Oh, I saw... I mean, I got the chip, & then he had a book."
"A Book?" Sharon tried not to sound surprised or anxious. Gaze transfixed on her bare breasts... specifically her pierced nipple, her young suitor didn't notice.
"Yeah... uh, there were pictures. I uh... I thought you looked really sexy," he licked his lips, "But, uh, that wasn't there in the picture." Sharon managed a nod... nude pictures of her... in a book. Seeing the hunger in the young man's eyes, a hunger she could understand as she went on hoping Shaun would arrive. She reasoned the Brothers wouldn't just post pictures of her where anyone could see them.
"I just got that, sugar," she began to sway her body in front of the young man, the condom package in her right hand, "It's still tender, so go easy." He smiled.
"Uh... can I touch them?" Sharon smiled back.
"I'd be disappointed it you didn't... But let's get you out of those pants." For the first time her guest moved quickly. She laughed he was out of his jeans so quickly. Aware he might misunderstand, she cupped her breasts, then began to push her shorts down, soon to be bare before this stranger, "Mmm, I like that anticipation!" She moved forward, feigning rapt interest in his crotch. "I hope you've got something there for me to put this on," she giggled & waved the condom as her hands moved to his boxer clad groin. He lifted his hips, eagerly pushing the boxers down, then watched in obvious amazement as she dipped her head, slurping at his average erection several times, the last a lingering backstroke with tongue before she looked up from between his knees where she'd knelt.
"Should I put this on so we can get down to business?" At his jerky nod, she smiled, tearing the package & rolling the latex onto his erection before rising & moving over his thighs, looking down at him, "Shall we do it this way, or do you want to be on top?"
"Go ahead," he managed, obviously already struggling for control. Sharon reached down, spreading her labia with the fingers of one hand & gently catching his erection with the other. She slapped the tip against her clit a few times, feigning a moan of pleasure before tucking it down & settling onto him. She was glad for her earlier anticipation of Shaun's visit... she was wet enough to take the young man without any difficulty.
"Yessss!" she let her head fall back, putting on a show for the young man, jumping in reality when his right hand toyed with her nipple ring. "Mmm, careful," she warned, & began to rock back & forth, keeping him fully within her. Her guest managed a short nod. His mouth was partly open. Giggling, Sharon began to rise & fall... not far, she didn't want him to slip out of her. She went on rocking & humping for a couple minutes & was surprised enough at the young man's stamina. She paused, shimmying as she looked into his eyes.
"This feels so good, sugar," she murmured, arching her back for show, "But how can we make it better for you?" The young man, struggled for words...
"I, uh... I, uh... This is so great," he managed a feeble smile. Sharon thrust her tongue out, flicking his nose & smiling back.
"I'm all yours, right now," she said, "So how can I pleas you... This is already been good for me."
"Really?" the young man seemed impossibly relieved at the suggestion he'd gotten Sharon off. "Oh... I uh... I mean, I guess I've always wanted to try... uh, doggy style."
"Mmm, my favorite," Sharon smiled more broadly. She gave a quiet moan as she lifted off of his jutting erection. The condom was still in place. She moved onto her hands & knees on the bed, wiggling her naked ass at him & looking back over her shoulder. Her guest moved quickly, fumbling to be sure, but soon enough his erection was pressing at her pussy from behind. "Yeah," she sighed, pushing herself back onto him, "God that's good... Fuck me, baby.. fuck me hard!" The young man caught hold of her waist & thrust at her hard & fast... for almost a minute. Then he groaned, shivering, & she knew he'd cum. Just to be sure he was satisfied, she made her voice husky & groaned, "God baby... I'm so close again... Don't stop, yet... Fuck me a little more... Just a little more..." She smiled as the young man tried to do just that, & put on a showy moan & shiver 5 or 6 strokes later, gasping, "Ahh, ahhhh, oh God that's it... That's it. Oh thank you baby.... Mmm," & then she slid forward, off of his cock, to lie panting on her stomach on the bed.
After a long 10 count she opened her eyes to find her guest staring at her, hand on his spent cock, holding the condom as if uncertain what to do. She rolled to her side, aware that his eyes immediately fixed on her breasts.
"I hope that was as good for you was it was for me?" He nodded eagerly. She leaned forward, "Here, let me take care of that," & she slid the spent condom off of his shriveled cock. She pointed toward the bathroom, "You can clean up in there if you don't want to leave a spot in your boxers. The young man thought about that, then reached down & began to dress. The smile lighting his face was precious. "Well, then, I'd better jump in the shower," she pouted, "But I'll walk you to the door.... The young man just nodded, nearly bumping into the doorway as he tried to move while staring at her breasts. She giggled, pressing herself against him, helping him through the door & across the front rooms to the front door.
The moment he was gone, Sharon was torn between smoking a little & showering. Shaun wasn't there, yet, so she'd have time to clean up, but she worried about how she'd manage if she had another visitor. & as she opted to take a few hits on the bong, she shivered at what she'd just done... had sex with yet another total stranger; she hadn't even learned his name! But the potent weed took the edge off of her worries & shame. She giggled at the memory of the young man... almost certainly a virgin. It was too bad she hadn't cum. Absently fingering the rin in her left nipple, Sharon put the bong on the mantle & wandered-- still naked-- into the shower. She was drying her hair in just her towel when the doorbell rang.
Approaching, she wondered why Shaun would ring... She was sure she'd given him a key. & at that she realized it wouldn't be Shaun. Hiding her disappointment, she dropped her robe & opened the door, giggling again at the way the young man on her porch gaped...
Two hours later, Sharon had finished her 3rd 'guest.' Still drying off after her 4th shower of the day, she didn't bother dressing, assuming as late as it was that she'd have no more visitors. She lit the bong, inhaling & holding the bitter smoke, then repeating the process twice more, delighting in how loose it left her feeling. She wandered into the kitchen, looking at the new groceries.... It was too late & she was too tired to actually make dinner. She settled on another Pop-Tart, leaving the 2nd pastry in the wrapper on the counter for the morning. She was disappointed that Shaun hadn't visited. She glanced at her purse, then took out her phone, ambling into the bedroom & flopping on the sweaty sheets, staring at the small screen. No missed calls. No messages.
She sighed... She'd see Shaun at the party, she was sure. She smiled, glad that she'd helped out her Brothers that day. She remembered the way she'd felt as Tom was thrusting into, her & drifted off, a hand firmly between her legs...
Coming next: the Big Bash
