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Making College Free
🕑 Added 2020-11-19 18:48:56 +0000 UTCThe first chapter in a commissioned story (thank you!). You'll get one of these a month for awhile so I hope you like them. Feedback is always welcome. Enjoy the story!
August:
The first day of college is always stressful. Even more so when you’re a girl far away from home for the first time. Rebeccah Fiera was exactly that. She walked through campus, practically broadcasting it. Her books were hugged tightly in front of her as the wind whipped her silky brown hair around her face. She kept looking around, soaking it all in. The nervous energy inside her was practically bursting out and she couldn’t decide whether she wanted to run, scream, cry or laugh.
She’d grown up in a small town in southern Massachusetts. Her family was a little island of progressivism within a town that, itself, was an island of conservatism within the very left leaning commonwealth. Berkeley Mass had gone Republican every election since Obama. 30 years of it. 30 years of uneducated idiots trying to tell good people how to live their lives. At least that’s what her parents said. That’s why she had felt so comfortable coming out to her parents but not to her classmates. Her best friend, Robert, who was also gay, was the only person she’d told other than her Mom and Dad.
“Don’t worry, Rebeccah,” her Dad had said just three days ago. “Once you get to college, you can make your own friends and write your own story. You’ll find college life is much more open, understanding and exciting than your life here. It’s why I’m so glad you’re going away to a school like Wellesley. Just don’t get into too much trouble with all those cute girls.”
“Dad!” she’d said, shocked as her mother had smacked her father on the back of the head.
“Honestly, David. Don’t be such a boorish man,” her mother had said, chastising her father. Rebeccah adored her mother, seeing her as the pinnacle of feminist womanhood. She was a powerful lawyer who’d made the courageous decision to have both a family and a career. Rebeccah had been one of many “COVID babies”. Born from her parents being cooped up in a house with nothing better to do than… well… Rebeccah tried not to think of the details. Let’s just say that her graduating class of 2038 was much bigger than 2037 or 2039. MUCH bigger.
Wellesley was only about 45 minutes away. Close enough that she could come home if she needed to but far enough that her parents weren’t going to be stopping by every weekend. Not that her parents were helicopter parents or anything. Rebeccah’s mother had insisted that she learn to manage herself and her life in this crazy world. Nevertheless, she had left home very, very nervous and not feeling at all ready, despite the brave face she wore.
The wind whipped around her as she made across campus. Late August in Massachusetts is a tricky time, weather wise. Rebeccah was wearing the new clothes she’d gotten as a going away present from her parents. The thin, crop-top turtleneck shirt and tight acid washed jeggings had her feeling surprisingly good about herself when she’d walked out of her dorm room. But now that she was in view of all these strangers, she wondered if she’d overdressed. Or underdressed? What was she supposed to wear? What was socially acceptable here?
When she got to her first class, “Introduction to Biological Anthropology” she found herself shuffling in amongst the other 30 freshwomen. The class was her largest this semester, an introductory class that most freshwomen were encouraged to take as it fulfilled three distinct graduation requirements. She looked around, noting the other girls, most of whom seemed just as overawed as she felt.
Her teacher walked in, a young looking woman in her mid thirties. She had that beautiful, put together look that Rebeccah had always admired in her mother. She didn’t look like she spent hours making herself look beautiful for some man. Rather she looked vibrant, healthy and professional. “Hello class and welcome to Introduction to Biological Anthropology. I know most of you are here because the orientation groups recommend it. That’s fine. For those of you that just want the credit, the class isn’t hard but does require some work. If you think this is a blow-off class, you should consider using this drop-add period to fix your schedule. And for those of you that are really interested in this area of study, I encourage you to work hard to keep an open mind. I find that the freshpeople here sometimes come to this university with a slightly… myopic view of the world. Hopefully this class challenges those beliefs. Now, my assistant Alexis Oscailty will be handing out the course work for the first half of the semester,” she said. The teacher’s voice droned on about the importance of the syllabus but Rebeccah’s attention had completely drifted away.
Instead, her eyes were locked onto Alexis. She was a beautiful, petite redhead unlike any girl Rebeccah had ever seen before. Something about her seemed to glow with life and energy in a way that Rebeccah felt inextricably drawn to. On top of that, she wasn’t dressed the way you’d expect a girl at Wellesley to dress. Rebeccah had seen all manner of attire in the two days she’d been here. Everything from baggy jeans and sweatshirts to girls that looked like they were headed into a lawyer’s office and everything in between. But Alexis’s attire stood out more than the rest. She was wearing a short plaid skirt and a tight little pink tank top. Her tits, small for most girls but positively massive on her not-even-five-foot frame, looked like two ripe pears that already had Rebeccah’s mind wandering. As her gaze traveled up and down the girl, she noted the black velvet choker, the hair ties around her wrist, and the cute little nose stud. She also noticed the tattoo on her inner thigh. It was just the letters O and Y oriented vertically. “What could ‘OY’ mean?” she thought, intrigued. Her mind wandered to various acronyms, googling “OY Acronyms” and scrolling through the list that Google’s AI compiled for her. “Probably not a ‘Code for a Danish airplane’”, she thought.
Suddenly movement in her peripheral vision snapped her eyes up. Alexis was walking towards her, wearing a pair of thigh high boots that added a couple inches to her bringing her head height slightly higher than Rebeccah despite the fact that she was seated. She was completely hooked and only managed to break her mesmerized gaze when she heard the redhead ask, “Do you have any questions?”
“Uhh… no,” she stammered, taking the offered piece of paper from the girl. She looked so young and innocent but had this glimmer in her eye that made Rebeccah’s knees weak.
“Well let me know if you do. I’m here to help,” she said with a crooked smile.
Rebeccah giggled nervously, “Uhhmm… sure,” she managed.
Alexis walked off, continuing her TA duties and Rebeccah managed to focus for the remainder of class. Her mind wandered when one of the other students asked an inane question and the teacher got stuck answering the ever moronic, “What will be on the test?” and the only slightly less moronic, “How much will we have to write in this class?” Alexis was simply sitting casually in her chair, staring at the teacher and listening. Her legs were crossed and her foot was swaying gently in the air, drawing attention up the length of her leg and to the barely concealed thighs. Yup. Rebeccah was hooked indeed.
Despite Rebeccah’s professed lesbianism, she’d only really been with one girl. A fumbled, short lived relationship with one of her friends whose parents had been moving away after their junior year. Jessie had finally screwed up her courage to come out to Rebeccah and the two had kissed. Rebeccah’s whole world changed with that kiss and she knew in that moment she liked girls. The two of them never got beyond some basic heavy petting before Jessie’s parents had moved away. Rebeccah was under no real delusions. She wasn’t love sick. Jessie had been a friend but not a prospective romantic partner. But she’d awakened the sexual side of her for the first time.
Seeing Alexis and feeling her body respond killed off any lingering doubts that Rebeccah had about her own sexuality. She squirmed in her seat, painfully aware of the moisture between her legs and the stiff nipples that felt like they wanted to burst through her bra. Rebeccah screwed up her courage to talk to Alexis, but the target of her growing lust scampered out of class before she could even get her tablet packed in its case. Fortunately, Alexis seemed to be heading the same direction as Rebeccah so she followed her. Rebeccah’s long legs helped close the distance as they approached the “Center for Women”. She was only ten feet behind Alexis when they went up the stairs and only five feet behind her when the redhead opened the door that led to Rebeccah’s next class.
Alexis turned as she held the door open, “Oh… aren’t you in my last class?” she said. Her sing song, high pitched voice cut right through Rebeccah’s brain, short circuiting the clever introduction she had planned.
“Nice to meet you, Alexis,” she said, skipping right past the question she was asked. “Oh… yeah… I guess I am,” she stuttered as her brain caught up with her mouth.
Alexis giggled and gestured towards the class, “We haven’t met if I don’t know your name.”
“Ohh… uhh… Rebeccah,” she said as she looked over her shoulder at the smiling, auburn haired nymph.
“Nice to meet you, Rebeccah. My friends call me Lexi,” she said.
“Have a seat,” the teacher said, ending the initial flirtation that Rebeccah was finding to be intoxicatingly electric. She found a seat catty corner to Alexis and found herself having to avoid staring at the beautiful girl. “This is Consuming Latinx culture. They made me add the ‘From Zumba to Taco Trucks’ tag line but make no mistake, this is not a fluff class. You’re going to work hard in this class. There will be a five page paper due every Friday and we’ll have daily quizzes in lieu of attendance. Any questions?”
Rebecca’s focus on Alexis was cut completely short by the teacher’s words. She listened in horror as she continued, “I assume each of you did the summer reading. We’ll have a test on the Consuela Jimenez biography next Monday and your first paper will be due Friday comparing and contrasting the cultural ideology of Machismo as it’s perceived in Central American vs. South American cultures. Any questions?”
Rebeccah started to raise her hand but looked around and saw everybody else simply nodding along and taking notes as if this was perfectly ordinary. Rebeccah had only just cracked open the first book, managing three chapters about the young Argentinian Prime Minister elected by surprise in 2034. She was interested vaguely but the story wasn’t “interesting” and she’d fallen asleep, barely getting to the woman’s adolescence.
The teacher continued the class at a breakneck pace before dismissing the student’s when the bell rang. Thoughts of Alexis had fallen completely out of her mind as she stumbled into the hallway. “What have I gotten myself into?” she asked quietly.
“It’s not that bad,” a small voice said. Rebeccah turned, seeing Alexis next to her. “A lot of teachers do this. The first week is brutal to weed out the people that are taking this seriously. But it gets better after that,” she said.
“I hope so… I haven’t read the book yet. What am I going to do?” said Rebeccah, fighting back panicked tears.
Alexis smiled and reached for her hand. The touch was even more electric than the conversation and Rebeccah felt her body instantly respond to the casual intimacy. “First, you’re going to not freak out, okay?”
Rebeccah nodded, staying silent. “Do you think you need a study buddy for this?”
Again, Rebeccah nodded, “That would be great.”
“I told you, I’m here to help. Even in classes where I’m not the TA, okay?”
Rebeccah forced a smile and took a deep breath, centering herself and pushing out the negative emotions just like her parents had taught her. “Thank you.”
“Look, here’s my number,” said Alexis as she pulled out a pen and started writing on Rebeccah’s arm. “And here’s my address,” she said, scrawling up the arm. “Call me and I’ll come pick you up. I have stuff I have to do at home but you can come and we’ll find time to study together, okay?”
Rebeccah nodded, “Thanks again,” she said looking at the words and numbers scrawled up her forearm. She dimly noted that the address was in Cambridge not Wellesely but Alexis had rushed off with a short ‘See-ya’ before she could ask.
Rebeccah’s classes done for the day, she rushed back to her dorm and knocked out a third of the book she was required to read for her Latinx class. The story of the young woman did get better as she read about her time in World War 3 as a combat pilot before her rapid ascent up the political ranks. Rebeccah lost all track of time and was startled by her alarm clock ringing five o’clock. She instantly called out, “Siri, call Alexis.”
“Okay,” came the voice and then a short tone. The phone didn’t even ring before the other end of the line was picked up.
“I was worried you weren’t going to call,” came Alexis’s melodic voice.
“Sorry,” Rebeccah said, flushing with embarrassment as Alexis’s smile lit up the brightening view screen.
“Don’t worry about it. Come downstairs, I’m already here.”
Rebeccah looked up in surprise, running to the window. Alexis was leaning up against the side of a bright red Tesla model QQ. She had one leg propped up on the wheel as she looked up at the dorm. “How’d you know where I was?” Rebeccah asked.
Alexis’s voice came from the screen behind her, “There’s only one freshwoman dorm, silly.”
“Oh,” Rebeccah said, “I forgot.”
“Now get your ass downstairs. I’ve got stuff to do at the house, remember?”
“Sure… sorry,” Rebeccah said, grabbing her backpack on the way downstairs as she stabbed disconnect on the screen. She jumped down the stairs quickly, rushing out to the girl who was waiting for her. “Hi,” she said breathlessly.
“Hi yourself. Get in,” said Alexis as she went over to the driver’s side. Cars these days didn’t really have “Driver’s sides” anymore but people still called them that. Technically that’s where the wheel was but since you only needed that in the worst emergencies, it always struck Rebeccah as funny that it persisted.
“Nice car,” she said.
“Not mine. Just a loner from one of my housemates. They let me use it when I want.”
“I noticed you live in Cambridge,” Rebeccah said, “Kind of far away isn’t it?”
“Free room and board is worth the twenty minute drive. It’s not too bad. Lots of perks,” she said, her eyes twinkling.
Rebeccah felt emboldened by the girl’s open, flirty attitude and leaned over, “I hope we’ll have some time to ourselves… to study.”
Alexis smiled and looked at Rebeccah, “Is this a study session or a date?”
“Can’t it be a study date?” Rebeccah said. “Or is that not okay with my TA?” Rebeccah asked, suddenly remembering that her girl crush might not actually be allowed to date her.
“I have no grading responsibilities whatsoever so I’m free to date whomever I want,” Alexis said with a smile.
“Sounds like you’ve been there before.”
Alexis looked at her and explained, “Not really, no. But I know the College rules.” She bit her lip slightly and tucked her hair behind her ear, “I find that you can’t bend the rules if you don’t know them.”
Rebeccah looked at the diminutive redhead as she looked out the window. Her eyes scraped down the girl’s body, noting for the first time that her breasts were unrestrained and her hard nipples on prominent display. Through her tight shirt, she could also make out the unmistakable outline
Something about her just seemed so inviting that Rebeccah couldn’t help herself. She leaned forward and kissed the beautiful little redhead. Alexis smiled as their lips touched and they kissed for the first time. It was an almost chaste kiss but something about it send shockwaves through Rebeccah’s core. Kissing Jessie had opened her mind to new possibilities. Kissing Alexis flooded her cunt. It was so much more primal and passionate despite the almost cursory nature. “That was very nice,” Alexis said noncommittally.
“Just nice?”
“A little better than nice,” she said before turning her attention back to the road. She started pointing out things on the way. A nice little restaurant. A boutique with nice clothes that weren’t expensive. The off-campus bookstore with prices on used books, “If reading actual paper is your thing,” she said.
The drive went by quickly until they pulled quickly into a parking garage right across from Harvard. “Are we at Harvard?” Rebeccah asked, remembering the route onto campus. Her mother had been a guest lecturer at Harvard Law School for years and she’d been with her to campus a dozen times.
“Yup,” Alexis said as she hopped out in the parking garage. The car had self-parked in the literal first spot of the building. The next spot over said “Reserved for Dean Sampson” and “Reserved for Dr. Ingstrom”. Their spot said, “Reserved for the Porcellain Club”.
“Your housemate is in the Porc?”
“You’ve heard of us?”
“Of course I have,” Rebeccah said, confused. The Porcellain Club or ‘Porc’ for short was one of the last remaining finals clubs at Harvard that had inexplicably managed to stay all-male. Her mother railed against it for years as this bastion of misogyny that was more at home in the 1940s than in 2040.
“Don’t worry, they’re sweethearts, nowhere near as bad as their reputation,” she said.
“I don’t understand,” Rebeccah said, grabbing her bag out of the car and following Alexis as the redhead practically skipped towards the red brick building across the street.
“All clubs at Harvard have to be coed,” she said, as if that explained things.
“But the Porc has avoided that rule.”
“No they haven’t, silly. I’m their female member!” she held her hands aloft as if she’d triumphed at the Olympics.
“But you don’t even go to Harvard,” Rebeccah exclaimed.
“No rule that says you have to be a Harvard girl. They give me free room and board, amongst a lot of other perks and in exchange they’re technically coed.”
“That’s absurd. They’re using you,” Rebeccah protested.
“Don’t be silly. You know what Wellesley costs without a scholarship? I’d have never been able to go there. I’m getting way more from them than they are from me,” she said.
Something about the way she said it made Rebeccah pause for a moment. Nevertheless, she continued to follow her new friend up the steps. Alexis swiped her finger across the lock then leaned forward, allowing for a retinal scan. Then she punched in a long code on the tumbler pad before whispering an inaudible phrase into the microphone by the door. It was an absurd level of security, Rebeccah thought, but when the door opened and she saw the opulence inside, she reconsidered her position. This was the nicest frat house she’d ever seen. A world of difference from anything she’d ever witnessed before. It was like a mansion had been crammed into a last century brownstone. Dark wood, marble floors, two ornate chandeliers. It was the height of decadence and practically shouted that fact to any who dared enter.
“Hey, Alexis is back!” came a shout from the back room. Two guys came out and rushed at Rebeccah’s new friend with enthusiastic gusto. One of them picked her up in a huge embrace. His massive body dwarfing the small redhead. Rebeccah also noticed that the man’s hands grabbed Alexis’s ass as he twirled her around.
Alexis didn’t seem to mind, however. She giggled girlishly and said, “Did you boys miss me?”
“Miss you?” said the other, “Of course we did. This place is so dull when you’re not around.”
The bigger man set Alexis down and she smacked the other on the shoulder playfully, “Oh you boys.”
“I’m gonna need some help later, okay Alexis?” the smaller man said.
“No problem, Todd. What about you, Tony… do you need any… help?” she asked. Again, something about her tone piqued Rebeccah’s curiosity.
The big man blushed, glanced at Rebeccah for a moment then looked back and ran his fingers nervously through his long black hair, “Uhh… yeah… if it’s okay, I mean.”
The smaller man smacked him on the shoulder, “Of course it’s okay. That’s what she’s here for, right Alexis?”
“Righty-o,” she said.
“Just ask and she’ll… help… anytime.”
“Uhh… well… I mean… Could she right now?”
Alexis looked at Rebeccah and smiled, “Can you wait a few minutes… maybe five tops, Rebeccah? I need to help Tony with his… big… problem.”
Tony’s blush turned full on bright red but he didn’t say anything. “Uhh… sure…,” Rebeccah said. Alexis squealed in delight and grabbed Tony’s hand, hauling him off into the other room while Todd looked at Rebeccah. His gaze made her skin crawl as it felt unashamedly predatory. The dark room, something just a moment ago that struck her as opulent and ornate now felt sinister and confining.
“So… you’re friends with Alexis?” he said, stepping closer to her.
“Yeah… I mean… I just met her today. First day of class.”
“She’s a really fun girl. Knows how to party if you know what I mean?”
Rebeccah’s sheltered upbringing betrayed her, “Uhh… not really,” she said confused. “Do you mean.. Like pot?” she said, making a gesture with her two fingers.
The man laughed, “Hell no. We have a no drugs, no alcohol policy with girls here. Way too much trouble. She’s always sober. We make sure of that.”
Rebeccah was still confused but before she could say anything Alexis walked back out of the back room with a big grin on her face. She wiped her finger across her lip, as if wiping away a crumb, then walked over to Todd, “All done. Tony’s all better.”
Todd looked over his shoulder at Tony who was walking back, now looking embarrassed and ashamed, “Geezus. Fucking Freshmen. So fucking quick, Tony.”
“Sorry,” the big man said, hanging his head.
“Don’t apologize to me. It’s your loss,” he said then looked back at Alexis, “Julia just left so I’m fine for a couple hours, Alexis. But I’ll see you later?”
“How was your girlfriend?” Alexis asked.
“Your advice helped a lot. That hint worked wonders. She’s much happier today than yesterday.”
“Oh, I’m so glad to hear it. Come up in a couple hours and I’ll give you some more… help.”
“Awesome. You’re the best, babe.”
The two men walked off and Rebeccah whispered, “What’s that all about?”
“Oh nothing,” Alexis said, smile across her face, “Just one of those little duties I have to help around the house, you know?” Rebeccah still didn’t understand but decided not to press it. “Besides, they’re just big dumb boys. In case that kiss in the car didn’t tell you, my likes run a different direction.”
Rebeccah smiled and felt her heart flutter and breath catch. They went upstairs and walked down the hall. Alexis swiped her palm across the reader and the latch popped. She pushed the door open revealing a room befitting the building. Rebeccah’s dorm room was… well… it was fine. Alexis’s room was fucking amazing. But you couldn’t help but notice the huge four posted bed that sat in the middle of the room. And the mirrored ceilings. “What do you think?” Alexis asked.
“Uhh… it’s nice,” she replied absentmindedly. “But what’s with the…” she said but before she could ask the question, Alexis had jumped on the bed to get the height she needed to , kiss her again. This time it wasn’t slow or romantic. This time it was needy and passionate.
“I’ve been wanting to do that since I saw you in Intro to BA. Thanks for coming back here with me.”
“Uhh… yeah… uhmm… me too,” Rebeccah stammered, “But shouldn’t we study a bit?”
“Oh I like you, silly. Good… yeah… let’s study… first,” she said pointedly. Rebeccah flushed even brighter than Tony but managed a tight smile.
They actually managed to get some work done, getting Rebeccah caught up on the LatinX class. After about 90 minutes, she felt much more sure of herself and realized that she wasn’t as out of her depth as she feared. When she powered down her tablet, she finally felt like she belonged at the university. “Okay, now where were we?” Alexis said and kissed her again. Rebeccah sank into it this time, feeling her arousal rise as Alexis’s small hands roamed across her skin. Both girls were very pale with Alexis’s skin being that kind of light pink skin tone you see in people of Irish descent while Rebeccah’s own skin was a whiter, softer kind of pale. Rebeccah started to also get into it, running her hands up and down Alexis’s sides, enjoying how the shorter girl moaned into her mouth. She felt Alexis’s fingers reach for the bottom of her shirt when suddenly there was a knock at the door.
Alexis broke the kiss and said, “Oh… that’s probably Todd,” before skipping off the bed and walking to the door. She opened it and there was the man from earlier, grinning ear to ear.
“You ready, babe?” he asked.
“Oh sure… Rebeccah got me good and ready for you,” she said, giving a knowing wink to Rebeccah. A knowing wink that Rebeccah was dumbfounded by. How had she gotten Alexis ready?
“Awesome!” he said then grabbed Alexis and tossed her on the bed before jumping beside her. Rebeccah hopped up with a little yelp as suddenly the two of them started making out right there in front of her. “It was so fucking hot, Lexi,” he said, “You were so right. Once I got her off she was happy to blow me.”
“Yeah?” Alexis said as her hands roamed over the frat boy as he worked his belt loose and started tugging at Alexis’s clothes.
“Uhh… should I leave?” Rebeccah said.
Alexis started to say something but Todd turned to her with that same predatory look as before, “No, stay,” he commanded.
Rebeccah just looked at him.
“Sit there and watch,” he said. Something about the tone of his voice made Rebeccah do exactly as he said. She sat on the chair, three feet from the bed where the two were back to making out and petting each other aggressively.
Todd returned his attention to Alexis. His hands were up her shirt and she was moaning from his touch, “The problem was she sucks at sucking cock.”
“Well a lot of girls are going to suck at it, Todd. Especially with what you’ve got packing down there,” she said, stroking his cock meaningfully. He pulled his pants down and Alexis turned to Rebeccah, “Seriously… it’s huge… well… you’ll see.”
Rebeccah just stared in confusion at the scene as it unfolded around her. She remembered, of all things, her mother and her admonition before leaving for school, “You’ll meet people with different backgrounds and lifestyles. You need to be open minded.”
“Look… let me show you,” Alexis said, “One thing that can help is if she hangs her head like this.” Alexis spun around, laying back on the bed and hanging her head upside down over the edge. “That’ll make the angle better for her,” she said before opening her mouth and saying, “Try it?”
Todd didn’t need to be asked twice, he pulled his underwear down revealing a massive, thick, throbbing piece of manhood. It wasn’t fully hard and was already 7 inches. He grabbed it by the root and slid it across Alexis’s lips. “You want this?”
“Oh yeah,” Alexis said enthusiastically. She spread her legs wide and unzipped her skirt, flinging it to the side. “You will have to be gentle with her but not with…” she started but suddenly Todd was pushing into her throat forcefully.
“She’s one hell of a fuck slut,” Todd said, looking at Rebeccah again. Rebeccah watched silently as the man fingered the gaping cunt before him while burying his tool down her throat. It seemed almost impossible that something so massive could fit inside such a small girl. A detached part of Rebeccah’s mind found herself curious about the anatomy of it. The larger part of her was repulsed and scared. “She’s super fucking wet. You want a taste? I’m obviously fine with sharing?”
“What? No… I’m gay,” Rebeccah said.
“Yeah… you want a taste of her tight little snatch. When she cums while she’s blowing me it gets really fucking good,” he said.
Alexis pulled away from him and gasped to catch her breath before saying, “That’ll help you with Julia, Todd. The more turned on a girl is, the easier it is to deepthroat them,” she said then grabbed the man’s ass and pulled her back into her throat. He pistoned in and out a couple of times, mercilessly fucking her mouth.
“I should go… this is weird… I just met her and…”
“C’mon,” Todd said imploringly, trying a new tactic. “Fine… dont’ eat the slut… grab a vibe out of that drawer and get her off for me. C’mon… help a guy out. Maybe you make her cum good and she goes out with you again, yeah?”
The man’s perverse logic resonated with Rebeccah. And regardless of the weirdness of the situation, the thought of making Alexis cum had a powerful allure. She nodded and reached into the drawer, finding a little pink wand. Rebeccah had read about such things but didn’t know how to use one. She looked up at the man questioningly. “Don’t look at me,” he said as he continued to piston in and out of Alexis’s welcoming mouth. “Try it on yourself and figure out what feels good then do it to the slut,” he said.
Rebeccah unbuttoned her pants then, in a moment of oddly placed modesty, she turned her back to the debauched scene on the bed and slid the vibrator down into her underwear. She thumbed the power button and suddenly had her breath taken away. She hadn’t even realized just how turned on she was but the vibrator strumming away at her clit caught her completely by surprise. She fell forward, catching her weight on the desk with her free hand as the vibrator nearly caused her to blackout with the shock of sudden pleasure. She backed off, then reapplied it in a different spot, enjoying the feel of the device on her engorged bud.
Rebeccah lost track of time as she continued to experiment, quickly bringing herself near to orgasm. Suddenly her reverie was cut short by a loud smack and Tony’s voice saying, “I’m close to cumming. Come get the bitch off for me, new girl.”
Rebeccah chafed at the dehumanizing non-name and turned to tell him off. Instead, she caught a glimpse of Alexis’s wide-spread legs and juicy pink core. Her smooth pussy glistened with leaking cunt juice and all thoughts of protest left her mind. She also finally saw the full tattoo. The words “FUCK TOY” were etched on the pale skin, starting right above her pussy and continuing down her inner thigh.
She walked forward, pants unbuttoned but completely uncaring. When she placed the vibrator on Alexis’s cunt it was like she’d struck her with a cattle prod. The small girl moaned loudly around Todd’s cock as she bucked her hips up furiously. Rebeccah moved the wand around slightly as Alexis did her part to gyrate her hips for just the right contact. Todd simply kept ramming his cock home and within moments, Alexis’s legs were twitching as she had an obvious and powerful orgasm. Todd roared out loud, thrusting his cock down Alexis’s throat as he himself finished. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he whispered before pulling his dick out and wiping it on Alexis’s face and hair. “You really are the best, babe,” he said before pulling up his pants and zipping up. “Leave that on for the rest of your study date, okay?”
“Yes, sir,” Alexis said with a friendly little salute before turning back to Rebeccah, “Thanks so much for helping. That was really nice of you. Now, where were we?” she asked as she leaned forward with her cum covered face to kiss Rebeccah.
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You're not the only one that wants to see a reckoning for Road to Hell (and also to have it finally live up to its title)! It'll happen once I turn my attention back to it ;) And thanks for noticing I've grown as a writer. I do read some of my older stuff and cringe pretty hard. Not only were some of the subjects a little cringe-worthy but the writing style was also pretty rough. You can look at the originals from Road to Hell and see whole paragraphs that read like shopping lists of activities. "She walked in wearing X, Y, Z. She bent down. She begged to be fucked. She then pleaded. She asked to be spanked. She came. She thanked him." It's one of the reasons I wanted to polish that one up. I don't have it in me to do a full "rewrite" but polishing off the roughest edges and giving it a fair ending is very much on my "to do" list ;) Again, thanks for commenting. It's always great to talk to you guys who, given the subject matter I write about, have always really impressed me with the quality of your thoughts and opinions!
BlissfulDarkness
I took Road to Hell as non-con, especially since the MC admits that they are doing what they want in the beginning. It was "saved" by his attention to try and make sure she enjoys it, but then gets a bit rocky with Debbie for me as well.. I would enjoy a reckoning in that series too, where they understand what has happened and actually consent to it with a clear head, though that breaks the spirit of that story. I suppose it may also be I feel you've grown as a writer since then. I know early Jay/Carly had similar concerns that you improved in later chapters.
Always happy to reply... just out of curiosity, what's your opinion on the "Road to Hell" series. After all, it's "consentless" subliminals that the main character is using. Is it a matter of perspective? Because we're seeing through the MC's eyes we see that his intentions were good at first and that he seems to ease his wife into things and care that she is enjoying herself? Or does that storyline bother you as much as this one?
BlissfulDarkness
Considering I've enjoyed all your other writing, I'll give the benefit of doubt for future chapters, but even if this one never sits with me, I've enjoyed everything else, and I can't expect everything to be to my tastes. Thanks for replying to my concerns either way.
The concept of consent is tricky and complex. People can perceive consent as being given when, in fact, it wasn't. People can even verbally give consent when they felt immense pressure to give that consent and thus it's arguable whether or not it was valid. Don't expect the relationship between Alexis and Rebeccah to be 100% smooth. No relationship is and this one is no different. Expect Rebeccah (particularly given her particularly brand of "sheltered liberalism" to raise many of the points you just did.
BlissfulDarkness
I'm honestly not sure how I feel about this story. I think the part that bugs me is that Rebeccah was never given the ability to consent to watching and is basically ordered around by some guy. I don't have a problem with Alexis being free use if that's what she wants, but it felt like everyone was trying to hide from Rebeccah how Alexis was earning her keep until Rebeccah was stuck in an awkward situation while high on NRE from making out with the hot woman she met on her first day of college... and the cliffhanger of Alexis trying to kiss her with the guy's cum on her face (And that Alexis clearly cares more about being a good fucktoy than whatever Rebeccah might feel about it) just makes this weird for me, especially since you have taken care in most of your other writing to clearly show consent being discussed, to some degree or another.
