College Grind/Ouch Page 2

  Well, of course Tiffany and Cindy and Candy and all those other little bitches threw a hissyfit and immediately tried to get us thrown out, but the dean gave them a long speech on discrimination, and we got to stay. Most of the girls stopped talking to us, and one handed Violet a bible and tried to get us to go to her youth group. Some were outright malicious, like Melanie, calling us gross and weird and whatever other small, uncomplicated words her Communications Major brain could concoct.

  She happened to inhabit the room next to us, so one night after Violet overheard her telling one of the other girls that the sorority should try harder to make us feel unwanted so that we'd leave, we had our loudest evening of sex yet, banging the headboard against the wall and letting our groans send her to sleep. Little Miss Mindy went to the dean again, and this time her complaint didn't fall upon deaf ears. Violet received a letter informing us our "case" was under consideration and it was possible we might be evicted from the sorority, as we had now been accused of reckless and inappropriate conduct. We shrugged and figured if there was a chance we'd have to leave the house, we might as well savor our current living arrangements as much as we could. The volume of our nightly groans tripled.

  I couldn't have cared less about the sorority and fraternity party scene, but Violet loved it, so for her sake, we went to many a drunken beerfest. By now, everyone knew we were dating, and whenever we walked through the threshold of a big bash the girls would whisper or roll their eyes. The guys, however, had a rather different reaction. They would see us holding hands, navigating our way through the crowd, and they'd stand at full attention, craning their necks to get a better look.

  "It's 'cause we're both hot," Violet liked to say. "If we were wearing flannel and penny loafers, they'd be burning crosses." The jocks had taken to calling us Betty and Veronica on account of our contrasting features. Violet had buttery blonde curls and soft gray eyes, while my hair was jet-black, my eyes a deep shade of green. I knew exactly what they were picturing when they stared at us. I usually responded to their leers with an annoyed glare, but Violet was a bit kinder, smiling and waving diplomatically.

  The only pleasure I got out of these outings was seeing Mindy's look of abhorrence when we entered the room. She'd usually be clinging to her jock boyfriend, her little squeak of a laugh piercing through the room. Her eyes would quickly narrow as we flashed her our best sicklysweet smiles. Meanwhile, her ape of a boyfriend Steve would gawk at us so bluntly that Mindy would immediately tighten her grip on his arm. Normally I didn't care, but that night her look was so spiteful that it churned my stomach. Her eyes were gloating, and I could practically hear her thoughts: Soon you freaks are outta here. Enjoy this while you can! "Come on," Violet whispered. "Let's go rustle up some booze." We downed a couple drinks, glancing over our shoulders every so

  often to see Mindy glaring at the back of our heads. "It's not fair," said Violet. "I really liked living in the sorority house. I liked having our own room. And I know you hate this, but I'm actually going to miss these stupid parties."

  I grabbed her hand, running my fingers over her palm. "This isn't for sure yet. The dean hasn't said—"

  "Oh, come on, Anne." She rolled her eyes. "He wanted to kick us out the moment he heard about our situation. You know how diehard Republican the guy is. He was just waiting for an excuse that looked legitimate, and thanks to Mindy, he's got one. We'll be out on our asses by the end of the week."

  I thought for a long moment. "You know Mindy's little boy toy over there is related to Dean Mason?" "That right?" I nodded. "Nephew, I think." We both turned to look at Steve, who appeared to be enthralling Mindy and a couple of his football buddies with one of his harrowing sports tales. Their "huh, huh, huh" laughs blended together in a farreaching Cro-Magnon chorus.

  "You know," said Violet. "Steve actually asked me out during rush week."

  I raised an eyebrow. "You, too? I caught the jerk trying to look up my skirt three weeks ago. He said he wanted to make sure I was a thong girl before he asked me out!"

  Violet's fingers tightened around the little plastic cup. "That son of a…" She raised her head sharply. "And he's the dean's nephew?" "Pretty sure." "You know," she said brightly. "This could work! This could

  actually work!" "Baby, what are you—" "Okay," she said, clasping her hands together. "Steve's made no

  secret that he wants to see us get it on together." "Tell me about it," I grumbled. "I heard the lacrosse team was putting together a pool to try and get us to Jell-O wrestle." "Well," she stammered. "You know how you said you were curious

  about exhibitionism?" "Uh huh…" I saw the wheels churning and suddenly I didn't like

  where the ride was taking me. "He's related to the dean," she said, her voice taking on the tone of a

  plea. "He can help us." "Uh huh…" "Maybe if we put on a little show for him, he'd convince the dean to

  let us stay in the—" "A little show?" I croaked. "What, you want to give the biggest jerk

  on campus a free peep show?" Violet stared at the ground. "Well, we wouldn't let him join in or

  anything. I know he'd agree to it, Anne. You know he would." I couldn't believe what my girlfriend was suggesting. "You know," I glared. "I always thought that the element that made

  our sex so hot was, oh, the absence of boys!" "We're only going to let him watch!" she implored. "Just this one

  time—please, Anne!" "Why don't you chug down another beer," I said. "Maybe if you get a little more inebriated you'll have an even more brilliant idea—like blow drying your hair while you're still in the bathtub to save time."

  "Alright!" she yelled, slamming her cup onto the table. "Fine. I was just thinking about how much I loved you—how I couldn't bear the thought of us living in separate apartments after we've been so happy living together. If the dean throws us out of college housing everyone will know why. The school will tell our parents, and I don't know about you,but mine will try and keep me as far away from you as possible."

  Her eyes were glossy with tears. I felt myself softening, smoothing her hair with my palm. "I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't think of it like that." Her face was so pained that I felt my resolve melting, even as my

  fists remained clenched. "I'll do it," I blurted. "Tonight, while there's still enough alcohol in

  me to make me overlook the fact that this is insane." "Oh, Annie!" She gave me a soft peck on the lips, causing every

  male within a twenty yard radius to snap their heads in our direction. "I can't believe I'm going to—to—" "Hey, you hate Mindy, right?" Violet's face broke out in a wicked grin.

  "I wish I could wrap her extensions around the wheels of a city bus."

  "Well," Violet beamed. "How would you like to watch her boyfriend cast his relationship aside to watch two girls get it on?" Actually, I did like that thought. Very much. "Follow my lead, baby." Taking one last deep, courageous breath, I took Violet's hand and we marched brazenly to the corner of the room where Steve and his football pals were chatting. Mindy stared at us incredulously, as if she was unable to believe that the lowly lesbians would be so bold as to attempt to converse with them.

  I forced my lips into a flirtatious smile while Violet batted her eyelashes.

  "Hiya, Steve," I purred. "My girlfriend and I were just talking about a little fantasy we've been having lately." The guys quickly leaned forward. Steve raised an eyebrow. "Um, excuse me," Mindy glowered. "But what makes you think we

  have any interest in interacting with you?" "Do you mind? I'm talking to my friend Steve." Ignoring her, I stepped forward, running a finger down Steve's chest. I felt his heart beating in rapid little thumps beneath his shirt. Violet dutifully slipped beside him, rubbing his shoulder with slow, enticing strokes. Steve's mouth dangled open; his friends watched in disbelief as we pressed our bodies close.

  "Steve," I whispered, letting my breath waft across his neck. "Do you want to know what our fantasy is?"

  He answered so quickly the word made a little
whistle as it flew from his lips. "Yes." "Get lost," Mindy chirped. "Nobody cares about your—" "Shut up," two of the guys hissed in unison. Mindy glared

  indignantly. "You see," I continued, my eyes burning into his. "Violet and I have

  decided it would really turn us on to have someone watch us." "W-watch you?" he gulped. "Like—like watch you guys—" "Screw." His hands tightened around his beer; the can made a crunching noise as it imploded. "We wanted it to be someone who would really appreciate it,"

  Violet murmured. "And we thought of you." Mindy opened her mouth to say something, but Steve interrupted.

  "Are you joshing me?" "We only have one condition," I smiled. "We want you to persuade

  your uncle to let us stay in the sorority house." As Violet let her hair sweep across his arm, stirring his flesh into

  goosebumps, I could taste victory. "That's it?" Steve said. "You guys'll get it on in front of me if I tell

  my uncle not to kick you out?" "Tonight. Right now." I saw the yes about to fall from his lips and suddenly I got greedy. "And," I said. "I want you to tell him that Mindy made the whole

  thing up. She's on drugs, you see, and rather prone to delusions" "You bitch!" Mindy shrieked. "Get the hell out of—" "Done," Steve said. Mindy let out a horrified screech. "You all heard it," I grinned. "Steve Anderson has promised, with his closest friends as witnesses, to make sure we aren't evicted from our dorm. Now, gentleman—" I stared at Mindy. "—and shrew, if you'll excuse us, Violet and I are going to take this lucky boy upstairs and give him sweet dreams for life."

  With a squeal of glee Steve pushed Mindy aside, and Violet and I each took an arm. We lead him to the staircase, Mindy's wails a symphony to my ears as we ascended the stairs. He waved one last time to his friends, who were cheering like monkeys, as we disappeared into the nearest bedroom. Violet brushed the curtain from the window, letting the moonlight flood the room. As I turned to address Steve, I saw his hands lunging for my ass and I quickly darted away. "Nuh uh," I said firmly. "You watch. We play. Got it?" He mumbled something beneath his breath and sat on the bed. I shut

  the door, clicking the lock. "Fully nude," he blurted. "I wanna see tits and ass." "We have a lot in common." I approached Violet, blocking out Steve's eager grunts. She glanced

  shyly at him, then at me. "Come on, baby," I whispered. "Pretend it's just you and me." I turned to glare sharply at Steve. "And no punchin' the munchkin, understand?" He nodded, grumbling. My hands circled her hips, drawing her to me. With a smile, I leaned forward and traced the pillowy outline of her lips with my tongue. Her jaw was tense; she was still a little nervous. I probed her lips with my tongue, parting them gently. I felt her face relax as we began to kiss.

  From several feet away Steve's voice vibrated the walls. "Holy shit!"

  Violet flinched at his voice until I coaxed her back into a long, wet kiss. Her arms went lax as I probed deeper, reassuring her with each hot breath. When I finally pulled away, her eyes weresparkling. "Alright?" I asked. "Y-yes." "Just you and me, baby." She nodded. Slowly, gently, I peeled her tank top over her head, revealing the soft breasts beneath. As Steve's breath caught in his throat, I felt momentarily sick exposing the girl I loved, unwrapping her like a present for a slobbering stranger. Then Mindy's outraged screech rang through my head, giving me the boost I needed to continue. I smothered her breast with my lips, nibbling and sucking until she let out a low groan.

  From across the room I heard Steve muttering a steady stream of "oh gods." I tuned out his voice, focusing on the little pink nipple that was growing hard beneath my tongue. Violet began to make the soft whimpering noise I loved so much, her chest shaking in little heaves. I felt her hands fumbling with my blouse, twisting the buttons until it fell silently to the floor. Steve's eyes glinted from across the room, his breathing so shallow that he sounded like a rabbit.

  When I looked up to assess Violet's comfort, I was surprised to see her eyes dancing playfully. Her hips were rocking from side to side; she ran a hand coyly through her long blonde hair. The little showboat—she was playing it up! She was like a little kid in front of a video camera. And I had to admit that I was feeling a bit of a thrill myself. Knowing that someone's eyes were combing our bodies and watching our every move was more titillating than I had imagined, even if the voyeur was an undeserving prick. But the fact that Steve was of no sexual interest to either of us, coupled with the fact that his persona made me queasy, propelled me to flaunt the situation—torture him a bit.

  Violet seemed to be having just as much fun. She pushed her chest forward, letting the tip of her nipple graze the outline of my breast. I let out an exaggerated moan, arching my back so that our breasts smashed together. Steve groaned. I flashed him a smile with a hint of sadism.

  As our hips came together, rocking slowly, rhythmically, I slid my hand up Violet's thigh, feeling for the damp cotton panties. I tugged them down to her knees. Her eyes became nervous again, darting to Steve, then back to me. "I don't think…" "Come on, baby," I smiled. "You're halfway there. Besides—you're

  wet." And she was. A single drop of moisture was gliding down her leg. I leaned forward, stroking her flesh with my tongue, lapping up the warm fluid, moving steadily upward until my lips were inches from the soft pink folds tucked between her thighs. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Steve running his hand over his crotch, a firm bulge beneath his jeans. With a grunt of satisfaction, I yanked Violet's skirt to the floor and buried my lips between her legs, running my tongue over every delicate contour. Her hands gripped my shoulders to steady herself as I began to tease her into a wet frenzy. She went crazy whenever I let just the tip of my tongue glide inside her, but tonight I probed her so forcefully she began to squirm with shock. My hands gripped her ass, driving her hips forward so that I could taste her deeply.

  I pulled away and rose so that I could read her face. Every last trace of fear had vanished; her eyes were dizzy with lust. The man in the corner of the room had disappeared as far as we were concerned. It was just us. And we were very, very horny.

  I kissed her, letting her drink deeply from my lips, the sweet taste of her own juices still clinging to my tongue. Her fingers slipped around my waist, tugging at my jeans until they glided down my legs. She slid the black thong aside and let her hand roam the soft triangle below my navel. I tilted my head back, enjoying the way her fingernails brushed against my skin. As I felt my hair tickling the arch of my back, I turned my head, catching Steve's tortured expression. I felt a little smirk of satisfaction. Before I knew it, I was batting Violet's hand away and digging my pelvis into hers. She loved it when we came that way, grinding and squirming against each other until our thighs were soaking wet. Violet came so easily like that, but would she come quickly, breathlessly, while a practical stranger watched?

  As our bodies rubbed together Violet suddenly stuttered, "I don't know if I can come with him watching." I ran my hand through her hair and gave her a reassuring smile. Steve's voice was so high it sounded like he was going through

  puberty. "You both have to come or the deal's off." I flashed Steve an annoyed look before turning back to Violet. "You

  can do it. Close your eyes, baby…" I took her hands and gently guided her to the floor. Silently I laid her across the carpet, my hips gliding on top of hers. I straddled her, staring at her for a long time before I saw the reluctance melt from her face. With a wink, I began rocking back and forth, the wetness between my thighs gliding over her clit, coating it with heat. Her legs parted wider.

  I barely heard the creak of the bed as Steve leaned forward, his eyes like a laser beam on our grinding bodies. Violet's voice was smothering the room, an avalanche of whimpers and guttural moans. As I slid up and down, teasing her clit with my wetness, my warmth, the softness of my triangle, she broke into a fevered panting that only meant one thing: she was coming. Violet was going to come in front of a stranger whether she liked it or not. She bit her lip as the first wave came, her body going slack against
the carpet. She winced. A stream of whimpers cascaded from her lips. I leaned down and kissed her, savoring her rapid gasps as the shockwaves began to ebb. I looked up to see Steve wide-eyed and unblinking. "I…oh, my god…" I kissed Violet's cheek. Her chest was rising and falling in deep, ragged breaths. Her eyes were soft when she tilted her head to smile at me. I lowered my head to give her another kiss, but Steve's voice made me pause. "You both have to come," he grinned. "Well," I said sweetly. "Why don't you come over here and help me

  out?" He jumped straight into the air. I glared. "Sit down, jockstrap." He fell back onto the bed, glowering. Violet had already sprung into action. She knew exactly what to do to send me over the edge, and no one had a more capable tongue. I stood up as she kneeled on the floor, her head tilted upward, ready to lap between my thighs like a kitten laps at milk. I cradled her head with my palm as her tongue glided over my pussy, swirling in urgent circles around my clit. I felt her finger glide inside me, rubbing in harmony with her tongue. She made a little moan of determination, pressing hard, until I felt my mouth contorting into an O. The wetness of my orgasm flooded her lips, trickling across her cheek in a warm flood. My fingers wrapped around her hair, pulling it tightly.

  Her lips brushed against my clit until the last spasm. When she finally pulled away, a mischievous smile was on her lips. I ran my finger down her cheek, unable to suppress a giggle. She flashed me an amazed look that said, I can't believe we just did this! I'm pretty sure my expression was the same.

  I ran my hands over her shoulders, frowning at the goosebumps that covered her body; without the heat of arousal, the room was rather cold. Silently I began to dress her. I pulled on my pants, my blouse, my shoes. When we were clothed, we stood for a moment in a daze, surprised by the thrill of what we had just done.

  Steve sat rigidly on the bed, staring at us as if we were the angel Gabrielle himself. I noted the dark wet spot on his crotch, smiling with satisfaction. Steve shifted quickly so that the evidence of his pleasure was tucked between his crossed legs.