Graduating Sissy Cum Laude! by inked Fox (125 pages) (Patreon)

Graduating Sissy Cum Laude!

by inked Fox

Prologue Elective: Oneirology _____

Sometimes at night, I'd lay in bed and let my mind wander over the activities of the day. Occasionally I review what I've gotten done and allow myself to feel some accomplishment over it. Other times I think about the things I didn't do, and I let it worry me. From there, the possibilities of what I should have done overwhelm me.

Perhaps, I'm just a maladaptive daydreamer, recoiling into my thoughts too often and letting my fantasies seep into my waking world. I don't consider myself too much of an escapist, but there are times my thoughts sweep me away. I don't know why I fixate in such a way, but the constant thinking and imagining feeds into such anxious energy.

It keeps my thoughts tightly linked together in a vicious cycle. A lot of the time, this intense pondering bleeds into my sleep, and before I know it—most of my worries have followed me right into

my dreams. I have odd dreams too. However, I never remember most of them by the time I wake up. They just leave this distinct impression on me after I awake. Like a large piece of furniture in a room you walked into a hundred times before has suddenly been moved without your knowledge. It's a subtle change, significant enough for one to feel something is amiss.

Graduating Sissy Cum Laude / Inked Fox / 2 That's how I know my dreams are odd at times. Luckily enough, these vivid inklings fade into the background noise of my busy mind and soon are forgotten altogether. Even the faintest fragments of my jumbled dreams would vanish by the next night, and then I was back at it again. Staring at my ceiling, pondering over my life—then slipping into daydreaming, and then to sleep, before finally descending into another surreal dreamscape.

It was a routine I had trained my body into. Still, no matter how strange the dream—I'd never been able to recall it the following morning. All, except for one. I had it one night after my eighteenth birthday when I had my friends over to play a nightlong of 'Dungeons and Dragons. Everyone showed up ready and eager, and among them were my closest friends; Evan, Jared, Darnell, and Oscar.

We had been companions since we were kids and held weekly DnD sessions on a regular basis. For my birthday, it was to be a special run. All the players brought their new character sheets and gathered around a table choked with board pieces and props.

Everything had been carefully prepared, from little statuettes of monsters to a whole colorful plethora of many- sided dice.

As the Dungeon Master set up the board, my friends and I chatted enthusiastically. We were all eager to show off our characters, especially me. Unlike the other guys in my group, who enjoyed their stealth and strength builds—I had crafted a powerful magic user who had both healing capabilities and necromancy. She'd be the ultimate healer—keeping the party alive as our dungeon master walked us through our treacherous journey. As preparations ended and the DM asked for us to reveal our characters, I could already see it was as expected. There were plenty of melees and ranged classes among the group; however, what surprised me a little more and made me nervous was that all my friends had chosen male characters. I had the only female among them.

I already knew there would be jokes abound and braced myself for the ridicule as everyone took turns theatrically introducing their characters. When it came time for me, I stared around at the group, who gawked back expectantly. I was still excited about my character regardless of the gender ratio in our new party and did my best to soften my voice into that of a damsel as I introduced 'myself.'

"Hello, I'm Cassandra—," I mewled in character, to which the entire table burst out laughing.

My friend, Darnell, of course, had to capitalize on any opportunity to turn an embarrassing moment into a bigger joke. "Hahaha! No shit, man, are you really playing a female?" He chuckled out.

"Yeah—what's so wrong with that? Were you hoping for a sausage party?" I spitefully reasoned, but Darnell only laughed more and elbowed Evan sitting on his opposite side.

"Ay, man, I'm not complaining. I just hope yo'bitch got good regen abilities cause we running train, right? Right? Hahahaha!" The other young men in our group all guffawed and agreed, nodding and 'yupping' at the suggestion.

"Oh shut up!" I shouted back and pulled my character sheet away as he reached over to get a good look at the figure I had sketched into the appearance box.

"Please tell me she's not a priestess—cause Boone looking to smash!" Boone was the name of Darnell's towering orc barbarian. He was good at drawing him, too and the sketch on Darnell's sheet detailed out the physical condition of the orc specimen impeccably.

I was almost jealous of Darnell's skill with art, but I was also strangely drawn to the sketch. I let him finally take a look at my sheet; in return, he needed to touch up my sketch and allow me to

look closer at his sheet. Things seemed to calm down as the DM began instructing the other players.

Meanwhile, Darnell and I scanned each other's characters. Oddly enough, I found Boone to be a handsome creature—however, he was purely a strength build. Not much intelligence or wisdom to speak of, but at least he was tanky and good at hitting things.

"Dammmnnnn—shawty lookin' cute now. Oh, shit—a necromancer? Oh, she a bad bitch, huh?" Darnell proclaimed and proudly shoved my sheet back.

Even with just a pencil, his art was amazing. He used my doodle as a base, sketching over it until the features of my character were carved to life. Cassandra stared back at me from the box on my sheet, and I felt myself bubble up at the sight of her. It was unique in the way that her facial features, even the athletic line of her silhouette, seemed to mirror mine.

"Did you gender-bend me?" I asked Darnell with a quirked brow.

Darnell chuckled slyly and took back his sheet. "So what if I did? Don't act like your pretty ass wouldn't be cute. Besides, I had to make her fine if Boone is comin' for it. Mawh! Ready to play, princess?"

"Ugh, You're the worst...." I muttered as I silently admired the sketch he had done for me. "Thanks. You should open an art shop."

"Already on that—," Darnell snapped his fingers and winked at me.

I never had a moment like that where I felt that kind of pull with someone of the same gender. Even so, there was just always something about Darnell that just clicked for me, and I got along with him regardless of his boisterous nature.

The rest of the night went off without a hitch, mostly. There was still the occasional orgy joke tossed in my direction, and my female character did find herself quickly surrounded by misogynists. It nearly made the first part of the game unbearable for me, but after a while, I fell into my role as the butt of every sexual joke and even gave in to some of the naughty whimsy.

As Darnell had said, Boone, the orc, romantically pursued Cassandra, the Necromancer, at every turn. He also turned out to have quite the possessive streak, and much to my relief, would jealousy guard Cassandra from the other men in their party. It was an interesting dynamic to see unfold as we played, and I leaned heavily into it. It only seemed to fit the more I did.

Cassandra the Necromancer, with her dimwitted Orcish bodyguard who was absolutely smitten with her. It was strange at first, role-playing as a woman who was being sexually pursued, but I did my best. I tried to really assume my feminine persona, keeping my voice softened, batting my eyes—pouting, laughing alluringly. My friends couldn't contain their laughter at the very start, but as the night marched on and everyone got into character—no one dared to break the facade.

Though, some toed the line whenever Darnell and I had a scene together. Even I had to admit I had fun staving off the advances of Darnell's charming orc brute. By the time we called it a night, I had nothing else on my mind other than Boone and Cassandra and the adventures they'd have together.

I even considered calling Darnell up for a continued side quest—just one on one with

Boone and Cassandra as the main heroes. I thought about it a lot as I lay in my bed that night. I was so happy things ended on a better note after such a rocky start. But even more so, I kept thinking about the blooming romance between the Barbarian and the Necromancer.

How exciting and taboo it must have felt to be so romantically sought after and physically coveted by a massive humanoid that

could easily overpower you. Those thoughts lingered longer than they should have.

I drifted off into my dream world, landing smack dab into the shoes of my character, Cassandra. It was this dream that would stain itself in my memory forever. A dream I can recall in sharp detail even to this day. It burned itself into me—I can't forget it if I tried.

Everything felt so real in it. I felt like I was actually standing in the game. In the very forest our party had hunkered down in for the night. My friends' characters laid asleep in their individual tents, while Cassandra—my 'Cassandra’—sat tending the fire.

I can even remember the feel of the crispness in the night air—the soft hooting of the owls in the evergreen trees towering overhead. I even remember what I had been doing. Cassandra had been set to take first watch at this point in the game while all the others got their sleep. As if set on auto, I felt myself rise from the fireside and begin my patrol.

I looked down at myself as I stalked towards the edge of the camp. In the moonlight, I could see that I was wearing Cassandra's exact outfit. As edgy as I designed her character to be, her outfit matched her persona. She sported a leather bralette with a black skirt that rose in front, revealing her legs, with a long train of

equally ebony silk cascading from the back. It flowed like a void-colored bridal train behind me. Chains and armored studs decorated the clothing, offering a fair amount of protection. However, the magical arcane runes etched into the leather of the armor would have provided more protection than anything else.

I knew Cassandra often wore a cloak, but for some reason, I was without it. It was this slight discrepancy that drew my attention to another less than subtle difference. I noticed the slight bulge at the front of my skirt. Smoothing my hand down it, I realized I still had my manhood. It was definitely an out-of-place detail, but still, this was a dream, so I thought nothing of it and continued going through the motions—if only to see where this unnaturally surreal experience was taking me.

The night air was peaceful. I listened closely to the crickets chirping in the grass— wondering if this dream would deviate from what originally happened during the game. If so, I was in for a long, tedious, yet tranquil night of overwatch. As nothing of note had occurred during the game's stay in the woods.

Then, out of the blue—I felt a presence looming near. It was a natural part of my character's ability to sense life, but this was a rather large aura approaching. One I recognized as Darnell's 'Boone.'

As predicted, the hulking grayish humanoid stalked out of the surrounding forest. I remembered from his sheet, Darnell had

noted that Boone was well over six feet tall, standing at nearly seven feet. He felt even more prominent as he lumbered over. I watched his powerful form with curious delight as he approached. He was so big and robust—it was entrancing to see him move.

The very strength of his being was etched into the hardened muscles of his long, toned arms and barreled chest. He barely wore any armor and boasted an array of battle scars across his mighty form.

He wore only a single pauldron on his left shoulder and a large animal fur draped loosely around his midsection. Covering just a small amount of his nakedness. For some reason, my mind had a way of filling in small details on its own, and in my dream, I began to imagine the beastly smell of him. The scent of pure testosterone, sweat, and earth crawled up my nose as he drew closer.

At first, I was repulsed, but then I was overtaken by intrigue as he stood over me, watching. From Darnell's portrayal of him—the orc was a man of very few words. He spoke through action most times, and so his quiet idleness as he stood there was unsettling, to say the least. I could hear the gears practically spinning in his head as he regarded me.

My blood chilled the longer those eyes wandered my much smaller, more petite form. A shiver ignited up the length of my

spine as I spotted the growing hunger in his eyes. Unable to stand the thick silence between us, I finally had to speak up.

"Boone? What are you doing awake?"

"Cassandra. Pretty." Boone muttered. One of his large hands reached out, engulfing the crown of my head affectionately.

Despite wanting to break character, I was somehow trapped within Cassandra's speech patterns, and as much as I tried to tell the giant freak to leave me alone. I was instead overcome with an undeniable heat as he touched me. I blushed and lost my words for a moment.

There was just something about that vast, mighty hand holding me. I could feel the strength in his fingers and quivered at the thought of him suddenly losing his patience and snatching me up. Perhaps it was better to try and stay in character to placate him, as I had done in the game. I didn't want this dream to suddenly turn into a nightmare.

"Uh-T-thanks, Boone. I think you're pretty, too." I stammered but immediately wanted to swallow those words back down. What the hell had I just let fall out of my mouth? Either way, the orc seemed pleased.

"Cassandra—like Boone?" The question was too rudimentary.

My answer to that could be misconstrued in several ways, and I could already see that look in his eye growing more lustful by the second. Why was my dream taking such a turn? Should I try to call out and wake the other members of our group? Perhaps my hastiness would only get me in hotter water with this needful giant. Instead, I tried to remain calm.

"Yes—I like Boone very much! But as a frie—," I should have chosen my words more carefully.

That was all he needed to hear before that massive hand of his cinched around my narrow throat like an iron collar clapping shut. "Ack! B-Boone!" I squealed and kicked as he lifted me, but it was too late.

His strong hand squeezed my neck just enough to stifle any cries for help, and I soon found myself pressed firmly against a tree behind me. My legs dangled helplessly in the air as Boone held me aloft. Horrified, cold awe seeped through me at his power and speed. I felt my body tremble in the face of his terrible might. This may have been a dream, but I had no intention of being pummeled to death by an angry orc in it.

"Wake up! W—wake u—ack!!" I choked out, trying to coax myself from this steadily surmounting nightmare.

"Boone like Cassandra very much. Want to breed her—," Boone pressed his hardened chest into mine.

Pinching me between his solid form and the trunk of the evergreen I was trapped against. Releasing my neck Boone yanked my arms up, holding me to the tree by my wrists and letting the weight of my body drag me down. Gravity pulled me taut, keeping me soundly immobilized as I whimpered in desperate fear.

The orc lowered his head to sniff my neck, grating his tusks into my nape nearly painfully. An unintentional thrill rippled through me—sending goosebumps over my body as he inhaled my scent. Then, I felt something long, wide, and hot sweep across my throat, leaving a slick trail. His tongue—oh god, he was tasting me now, and from the growl that rose in his throat, I could tell he was savoring my flavor. I had to think of something fast, or this was about to become one very scarring nightmare.

"You can't!" I shouted at him, finally summoning enough courage to speak.

I hoped the others would hear me, but no one seemed to stir. No one was coming to my rescue. My heart froze at that thought and then began thundering in my chest all over again as Boone came

nose to nose with me. I stared into his verdant eyes—so alive with primal lust.

"Why not?" He grunted.

"B-Because...I—," I stared around, looking for an answer that would halt him.

I could tell him that I was a man—however, would that enrage him instead and spell a messy death for me? Either way, it looked like I was on my way to the torturous end, so I might as well chance it.

"I'm a man—you can't breed me!" I shouted again.

Boone stared at me as if lost for a moment and then reached his free hand down, keeping me pinned to the tree by my arms with the other. His meaty digits hooked under the hem of my skirt and yanked it up over my thighs. Right away, my modest sex was revealed. In the chill of the night air, it looked even smaller. Barely a nub atop two average testicles. I felt his eyes burning into my genitals, causing me to blush and recoil into myself slightly.

"Hahaha...barely." The orc said in a cold tone.

His thick finger prodded at my penis mockingly even the digits of his hand were thicker than I was. I stifled a grunt as he began fondling me roughly. Another unintentional pit of thrill settled at my core as he played with my less-than-impressive package.

His laughter grated on my nerves, causing me to feel even more abashed and ashamed. However, it was hard to dismiss another excited rush coursing through me the more he touched and roughly grazed his calloused fingers over my sensitive sack.

"No matter—Cassandra still very pretty. Boone use other hole...." The orc rolled his shoulder and grinned around his tusks, sending another shiver up my spine.

Was he for real? He didn't care? Then again, he was a barbarian and an orc to boot—I doubted that it mattered as long as there was a hole to be filled up. Stifling terror began to overwhelm me. This colossal creature was really going to try and breed me!? He'd destroy me! I knew there was no escaping now, and so I focused on trying to wake myself up before this nightmare escalated further.

How was I even imagining such a scene? It angered me knowing that my mind could concoct such debauchery. I had always tried to live my life on the straight and narrow, and gay sex with an orc was not part of that world. Then how? How was I envisioning this?

My anxiety only rose as Boone tugged the knot holding his loincloth up. It came free, and the hefty pelt slumped off his waist, pooling at his feet and revealing his half-engorged erection already forming. All thoughts of escaping this dream suddenly fled without me, leaving me behind to marvel awestruck at this

orc's huge appendage. The sheer meaty length of it was hose-like and altogether an intimidating sight.

A spring of contradictions welled up in me. I was repulsed yet entranced. How could something so huge and ugly be so enthralling? I couldn't look away. My eyes traced along the protruding veins lining the entirety of his massive gray organ.

"Mmm—Cassandra like?" Boone hummed, catching the intrigue in my eyes. "Suck..." Boone ordered curtly and dropped my arms, letting me land softly on my feet.

I scrambled to tug my skirt down, but Boone was too impatient for that. Instead, he grabbed my head and pushed me to my knees. He hovered over me, dropping the heavy rod of his sex right onto my face. The log of grayish meat landed against my cheek with an audible 'smack!' The sheer heat from it threatened to sear my skin and the scent was overwhelming. Brackish and sour from the wealth of his sweat and Orcish musk.

"Ahh—..." I whimpered almost desperately at the heft of it.

What was happening to me? I no longer felt panicked but intensely hot. My breath hitched as Boone smiled down at me—a knowing look in his eye that made me flush even deeper. Lost to the whim of the dream. I felt no more shame knowing full and

well that this was a dream, and no one would ever find out about this.

Bolstered by that revelation, I obediently reached out and tentatively grasped his cumbersome organ. Stroking it with corkscrew-like motions as I ran my hands down the enormity of it. The orc let out a satisfied hum and began to sway slowly in time with my strokes. Surprise and arousal welled up inside me as I felt him harden in my hands. An inkling of pride bloomed in my chest at the twisted knowledge that I was spurring him on.

Boone locked eyes with mine as he began to piston his hips into my hand. A large droplet of his precum dribbled from the end of his shaft—building until it ran down the side, slicking my hands and intensifying the friction of his cock in my palms. I couldn't believe I was actually enjoying this, let alone going along with it.

I had never had such a vivid dream like this, and why did it have to be with a male orc? It could have been a female orc, but instead—it was Darnell's character, no less. A pang of fear spiked through me as I found myself yanked off the ground by my hair and placed back onto my feet.

Boone could no longer wait. My petting had stoked something animal with him. His self- control snapped like a twig as he spun me around and pinned me to the tree again. This time I felt his

breath on my neck as he ground the hardness of his sex into my buttocks, pushing me onto the tips of my toes. I whimpered at the sensation—earning a possessive growl from the Orcish barbarian.

Completely engulfed in the heat of his lust, Boone snatched the length of my skirt—tearing it back and revealing the paleness of my bare ass. The violence and dominance in his actions stirred me for a reason unknown even to me. However, I couldn't ignore how erect that made me. I felt my own minute length throb and dribble as Boone grated his hips into my backside—dragging the length of his enormous member along my naked skin.

"Aah...B-Boone..." I yelped as I felt him angling his hips to press the bulbous end of his cock into me.

"Shhh—silence..." Boone hissed, pressing his shaft more forcefully into me. "Only sound you make...is moan for Boone...."

"Ah-ah!"

He was unrelenting, and I could feel every contour of his length burrowing into me with sharp detail. The pain grew and grew until finally, my consciousness went beyond its threshold, and I awoke in a start.

My body was clammy and cold—as if I had just awoken from a terrible fright. However, the stain on my sheets suggested otherwise as I peered down at them. A large wet spot had seeped into the blanket that was covering me. That dark shadow of bodily fluids gawked back at me as if to mock me over the odd wet dream I had just had.

To confirm that I had just—released, I ran my hands down my legs and over my crotch to discover the sticky mess left in the wake of that graphic fantasy. Cheeks glowing hot from embarrassment, I quickly peeled the sheets away and began cleaning myself and my bed. No one could ever hear of this. I would bury this dream in the back of my mind and soon forget about it like all the rest.

Unfortunately, this time around, that didn't happen. Days—even weeks after that, I kept thinking about it. I had always been confident in my sexuality, but after that sinful hallucination, I was shaken. No. No. It had to be just a one-off thing. This would never happen again.

I blamed it on whatever I could think of; the weather, the food we ate that night— movies I had watched earlier in the evening. The intensity of our DnD session—anything, if only to reason away the conclusion I feared the most.

Chapter One: Orientation _____

Finally, it was happening to me. After all that handwork and study, it had paid off. I received my acceptance letter to Kronos University two months after my nineteenth birthday. I would be off to Colorado in only a few weeks, starting my orientation and getting moved into my new dorm.

I was really excited to start my degree in engineering. I always had a love for creating and building things, and I figured a minor in robotics would serve me well. Of course, getting into such a premiere university for such a subject would mean I needed to get my grades solid.

With the help of my lovely girlfriend, Jessica, I was able to do just that. She helped me focus and kept me on track with each unit I needed to study over. Jessica was a senior in high school herself. We were pretty close in age, with her being a year younger than me. However, I graduated before her class did.

Even so, she was still delighted to hear that I got into KU but also somewhat sad. Neither of us had any experience in a long-distance relationship, and we both knew it would put a strain on us being so far apart. However, I was determined not to lose her over this, and I promised to make arrangements for her to come and visit me once I was fully settled in.

Plus, Jessica was also interested in attending KU. So my traveling to KU benefited her in a couple of ways. I could scout ahead and see what it would be like for her to get set up on campus when her time came to attend. Her parents didn't seem to mind either. They were hopeful their daughter would continue her studies into computer science and often complimented me on my choice to seek higher education.

The pressure was on for both of us. Jessica and I were cut from the same cloth, and neither one of us wanted to disappoint our folks. It only seemed to make sense to follow the carefully laid out plans our parents had put in place for us. Our families were of similar backgrounds; two middle-class American families who valued their faith and sought stable nine to five careers.

It was why Jessica's parents were alright with her coming to stay with me. Having raised both of us with staunch Christian values, they believed we could exercise restraint in certain areas of our relationship. Mainly our sex life.

To be fair—we did restrict ourselves, to some extent. Only ever becoming intimate with just our hands or mouths. However, there was never any penetration, and despite Jessica's best efforts to get me to watch porn with her – I abstained and chided her for it. After all, sex was supposed to be between two people who loved each other and wanted to get married under the blessing of the Lord.

Plus, I've never been too confident about my body. If I'm honest, I'm the smallest son in my family. My brothers are built like linebackers, and me—well, I'm on the much leaner side.

My mother calls me 'bean pole' as an annoying pet name, but at least I'm better looking than my brothers.

They look just like my dad—very squared heavyset jaws and bushy brows for days.

On the other hand, I looked more like my mother; delicate and sharp features—high cheekbones and sea-glass-colored eyes. Jessica always commented on how jealous she was of my narrower jaw and straight nose, but she loved my eyes the most. However, I'm not sure I like being called doe-eyed.

All in all, I don't strike a very imposing image, and I often get overlooked because of it. My confidence has taken somewhat of a hit, but I ignore it. Besides, Jessica loves me for who I am—it has nothing to do with my petite figure or, uh... my slightly below average penis. After all, I'm destined to be somebody successful! I'm going to become one of the most sought-after engineers in the field! —or else my name isn't Allen Cromwell!

***

Moving day arrived, and it was time to pack up and ship out. I boxed most of the things I'd need for my dorm and had them shipped out there a few days earlier. Most of my belongings would be waiting for me by the time I got off the plane.

When it was finally time to head off, Jessica hopped into the truck with my dad and me, and the three of us went to the airport. It was a bit emotional having to say goodbye, but I knew I'd see my folks again. Yet, Jessica remained on my mind.

She had taken this the hardest, but I promised her we'd have time together. After all, with our parents helicoptering over us nearly every second of the day—we never had time to spend nights with each other. All we had were stolen moments during our study sessions.

It was amazing to think that we had been together for so long already and had barely given each other Bjs. It's been nearly four years now since we started dating in our freshman year. This was going to be so hard without Jessica. Her warmth was always a motivation for me. Even so, I had to keep my chin up – I was sure I'd make some new friends who would keep my mind off of my longing. At least long enough for the holidays to roll in. That would be the best time for Jessica to come and see me. I was sure that everything would slow down enough to have some free time during winter break.

For now, my main focus was getting acquainted with the place that would be my new home for the next couple of years. As expected, the campus itself was huge and clean. The landscaping looked freshly kept and the paved sidewalks smooth and unblemished as students strolled confidently over them—flowing from one lecture hall to another.

A large central building sat at the center of campus. It was sort of a commercial building with a student lounge and cantina inside—and some facilities for a gym and theater. It looked unique and all so cutting edge and new.

I was over the moon. Things were looking even better than I had hoped for. Even the student body looked cool and sophisticated. It was such a diverse crowd of people, from beatniks to jocks and hipsters—mixed in with more urban and alternative fashionistas. It was a melting pot!

My mind spun with all the possibilities of all the new experiences I'd get to have in college. A part of me still felt a little sad Jessica wasn't here to experience this with me, but I knew she would be in time.

Determined to have an excellent first day, I headed off to my dorm to check out the place I'd be staying in. I came to a quaint building with a lot of students coming in and out. Even more bodies filled the halls inside, casually chatting in the corners of the corridors. While others adopted brisk paces through the narrowed hallways.

Most passerbyers hauled backpacks over their shoulders as they headed toward their classes.

I wondered what my classes would be like. Would I get interesting professors? And what about the projects we'd do this year? Robotics was always something I looked forward to. After all, most finals involved some kind of quirky problem that needed an even more bizarre machine built to solve it.

I tried to imagine what was yet to come as I navigated through the congested halls— searching each door for the corresponding unit number I had been given. At last, at the end of hall C on the 3rd floor—I found it; dorm 9C. I unlocked the door and headed inside.

I had expected to see the odd mix of boxes but was surprised to see the room still looking very sterile. My boxes had been placed inside on one side of the room, but there didn't seem to be anyone else bunking with me. At least not yet. Maybe I got lucky, and my dorm hadn't gotten a second tenant.

Oh, well—more room for me! Without a care in the world, I began unpacking my boxes. Giving the room a homey touch with some things I had brought from my room; figurines, books, sheets, pillows, and the like. I was surprised the room was big enough to fit two beds.

However, I wouldn't have liked the idea of sleeping in a bunk bed as I expected I might have to do. I hated bunk beds. When I was younger, I had to share one with my brothers, and I always got the bottom bunk. My nose still curls at the memory of their deviant 'crop dusting.' I really hoped I wouldn't get any meat-head roommates that were like them.

Hopefully, it would be someone I could hit it off with. A knock came to the door, and right away, I assumed it was my new dorm mate – right on time! I cruised over to the door to let them in. A thin young man with large round glasses stood at the enterance. He was even somewhat shorter than me. He beamed up at me, and I smiled back, full of hope. He looked like a genuinely nice guy.

"Hey, neighbor!" he chimed and reached out to shake my hand. "I'm Russel—nice to meet you!"

"N-neighbor?" I asked as I took Russel's hand and shook it politely. "I'm Allen. It's a pleasure. Are you my new dorm mate?"

Russel queried an eyebrow and peered over my shoulder into the half-vacant room. "Nope, sorry, buddy, can't say that I am. I'm in room 7C. Right across from you—," Russell turned and pointed at the door behind him.

It was cracked open, and inside, another young man was moving around the room, unpacking just as I had been doing.

"Hm? Your roommate didn’t show up, yet?" Russell shrugged. "Pfft—lucky you, maybe you'll get the whole place to yourself. Turn it into a real bachelor's pad, ya know?" Russell glanced through the room behind me, peering over the brim of his round glasses as he spotted something that caught his attention almost immediately. "Hey! Is that a figurine from the show 'Yamashita: Under the Mountain?' I love that anime! What season are you on?"

I looked back proudly at the anime figurine of a highly decorative space samurai sitting on my desk. "Ah! A man of culture, I see! Come on in—I've got the entire manga series!" Well, if I wasn't going to have a roommate—I could at least make nice with my 'neighbors.' He already seemed very nice and friendly. As an added bonus, Russell turned out to be a big otaku like me. He said he had a few mangas he wanted me to read. I told him I'd give them a try but made no promises about finishing each series, given that some of his suggestions were much too risque for my taste.

I usually steered clear of things that would clash with my upbringing, which meant I often turned away from the more racy anime and manga titles. Instead, focusing on more pg- rated mysteries and action-adventure series within the genre. Of course,

there was still plenty of fan service present throughout, regardless of it being a show or a visual novel. However, the titles Russel had pointed out were known to be straight smut.

With some strategic verbal maneuvering, I steered the conversation in a new direction —pointing out my collection of 'Pretty Savior Yuki' DVDs. Anything with plenty of female characters dressed cutely grabbed Russel's attention.

Later, Mike popped in. He was Russell's roommate, the guy I had seen unpacking in his room earlier. He had curiously wandered over, wondering what all the sounds of nerdy glee were about. Mike knew a few things about anime but was a huge gamer—he was also heavier than Russel and I, but he was just as tall as me.

It was nice finding a couple of guys who were into similar interests. Plus, it even turned out that Russel was in the robotics program with me. Mike, on the other hand, was pursuing a degree in CNC machine operation. Two real intelligent guys, and very laid back, too.

Things were off to a great start. They were nice enough to even help me move a few things around in my dorm. As we worked together, we bonded even more over our hobbies and discovered that another thing we had in common was our love for building PCs.

I had built mine from the ground up, and so did they. We exchanged shop talk about the kinds of parts we managed to wrangle up for a reasonable price and discussed plans for a 'raiding' party – a long night filled with nothing but playing pc games and chatting over headsets.

Yeah, things were shaping up nicely. My dorm was pleasant and roomy—the campus was beautiful and had top of the line facilities. I had some cool-chill dorm neighbors. Things really couldn't have been better than this.

I only hoped my classes would be as rewarding as the social side of my college experience, but I'd have to wait and see about that tomorrow. My flight had gotten in on time, but I still had missed the first rounds of orientation. However, it was no big deal; a repeat of the class would be held tomorrow, earlier in the day. For now, I had to focus on settling in and maybe finding somewhere to get a bite to eat.

"Hey guys, I'm pretty hungry—I'm gonna go grab something to eat. You want me to bring you anything back?"

We had developed a cordial enough air that I didn't mind buying them some snacks. After all, they had been hard at work helping me build my desk. Unfortunately, the IKEA instructions that were included were cryptic at best, but Russell had a knack for solving

puzzles. He seemed to be doing most of the work as Mike sat back screwing random bits together. I felt I owed them a small token of gratitude for the effort.

"Going down to the cantina? I'll take a soda! Orange, please~!" Russel chimed but stayed bent over the IKEA instructions with his brows knitted in concentration. "What about you, Mike?"

"Oh-uh, some chips if you don't mind. Thanks!"

"No problem!" I turned to exit, but as I reached for the door, it swung open and hit me in the nose. I reeled back and fell over, a bit dazed by the sudden smack.

"Whoa! Hey, are you okay, Allen?" Russel and Mike turned to look at me then up to the figure standing in the doorway.

A towering African American man stood in the entranceway glaring between me and the other two in the room. We all paused and just gawked, dumbfounded and a little lost as to what was going on.

Finally, the man spoke up, addressing me and reaching out to help pull me up off the ground. "Yo, my bad—dude." He muttered at me.

I stared at his outstretched hand. It was so big and powerful looking. I could see the very sinew of his muscles beneath the thin layer of his mahogany skin. My eyes followed up his arm, over taut muscle meeting with his intense gaze. There was an unrelenting coldness to his glare, which grew harder at my hesitation to accept his help.

Spurred on by anxious realization, I grabbed his palm. My chest twanged sharply at how his grip engulfed mine and tugged me off the floor with no problem whatsoever. Not even a grunt of effort left him as he quickly hauled me onto my feet and then yanked me forward— gruffly bumping his shoulder against mine in a form of unfamiliar greeting. My thinner frame ricocheted off his broad shoulder, leaving me a little speechless as he loomed over me.

"Name's Tyrese. This dorm 9C?" He asked, releasing my hand while nodding over at Mike and Russell.

"Uhh—," Mike and Russell were probably as speechless as I was.

The sheer size of this guy dwarfed all of us—and the aura that surrounded him was stiflingly intimidating. He literally looked like he could take us all apart with his bare hands. With an impatient look growing on his face, he began to run his fingers over the thick coils of his tied-up dreads.

"Y-yeah!" I stammered.

"Cool. Cool—so who I'm staying with? Don't tell me they got me crammed up in here with three dudes...." Tyrese nodded his head, but irritation seemed to further ripple through his expression at the thought of being crowded in with so many men.

"N-no! Not at all, haha—," Russell blurted out nervously and rose from where he sat. "We're your neighbors. We were just giving Allen a hand with his stuff. He's the one you're rooming with."

Russell was the type who laughed when he was nervous. His answer was filtered through a nervous chuckle, leaving an awkwardness in the air as Tyrese peered back over at me. "You, little man? Haha—nice. Allen, huh? Nice to meet you," Tyrese patted me on the shoulder and then nodded at the half-built desk in the back of the room. "What's that?" "A study desk."

"Cool—gonna need to borrow that. Didn't bring much from home besides some clothes and... essentials." Tyrese glanced down at the duffel bag sitting at his feet. Then glancing back at me, he uttered, "What else you bring..."

It was less of a question and more of a statement as Tyrese rubbed his hands together and stepped past me to examine the state of the other furniture.

"Oh, just some odds and ends...." I really couldn't fault the guy for not having much with him. Not everyone had parents who could afford to help them deck out their dorm room. I took pity on that fact and didn't think much of it as he sized up the room. I wanted to be hospitable towards the man I'd be sharing a room with for the rest of the year—so I tried to make a good impression by offering him use of some of the amenities I brought.

"I've got a nice coffee maker; you're welcome to use it. I'll show you how when I get back."

"Hmm, where you going?" Tyrese glanced over at me. His brow wrinkled in agitation again. Did he have some kind of anger issues? I really hoped not; his face just became so tense at the slightest change in the room.

"I'm heading to the cafeteria—picking up some snacks; you want something?" I regretted asking a moment later.

"Ayo—for real? Okay, lemme get two cheeseburgers, a nacho plate, and a big gulp of cola."

Yikes, that was a bit more than I was hoping to spend. Did he think I was made of cash? Maybe I had given him that impression. However, I didn't want to be rude and deny him. I internally winced but uttered a strained "Okay" and turned to walk away.

"Hold on—how you going to take advantage of the guy like that. Isn't one cheeseburger enough?" Mike chimed in. Apparently, Tyrese's large order didn't sit well with him.

"Man, what? He asked if I wanted something. I'm just telling him—look, if it's about the money, I got you, dude."

"No, it's not a big deal, really!" I tried to wave off the argument, but Mike still looked bothered by the perceived slight against me.

"Tch—fine, if dude gonna bitch about it. Just get me the one burger. I still want my pop, though." Tyrese grunted, then turned his attention back to assembling the desk with Russel. Russel and Mike didn't look too happy to be left alone with the overbearing newcomer, but I certainly felt a bit better getting out of the room for a while. I wondered if it would always be so intense when Tyrese was involved. As I got to know him, I hoped we'd be able to relax around one another and just be chummy. Still, he seemed like he was going to be a tough nut to crack.

I took my time going down to the cafeteria and ordering up all the grub. I got myself a hotdog and cheese fries and bought Tyrese his burger and the others their snacks. I got all of them a soda and an extra bag of chips for Russel since he hadn't asked for anything too big.

I felt a little guilty for not treating them all equally—so I tried to balance it all out in the spread of goodies I brought back with me.

By the time I returned with a tray of soda in one hand and a bag of food in the other. The desk was already assembled and neatly pushed into the corner nook of the room.

"Hey! Awesome – you guys work fast!" I said as I entered and inspected their handy work.

"Yeah, Tyrese was a big help—," Russell bumped fists with him in a friendly show of praise.

"Well, you guys definitely earned these." I handed out the food, and everyone was pleased to chow down and enjoy a frosty beverage.

All except for Mike, who kept staring over at Tyrese with a sour look on his face. I could tell things hadn't wholly smoothed over between them. Luckily, nothing happened. After getting their snacks, Mike and Russel lingered a while longer before finally saying their goodbyes as they headed out the door. Returning to their room across the hall. Tyrese walked them out, but at the last second—snatched Mike's bag of chips out of his hand and slammed the door in his face as Mike turned around to shout. Chuckling, Tyrese locked the door, plopped down on his bed, and began tossing back the chips without a sliver of care.

"That wasn't very nice—," I chuckled at him.

I took it as 'boys being boys.’ Some light roughhousing and ribbing between men. Mike's fight wasn't mine after all, and even though he had stuck up for me—I hadn't asked or expected him to. I just regretted that his action had made him the butt end of Tyrese's seemingly abusive humor.

Nevertheless, the next few weeks went pretty well. I enjoyed most of my classes and met a lot of new exciting people. If I had any complaints, they were mainly about Tyrese making himself a little too at home in our dorm. He'd frequently leave his dirty laundry around, especially his underwear. Often tossing them on the desk chair where I sat to do most of my homework.

He also frequently left the coffee maker and microwave dirty. Then I would demand I let him use my desk when he needed to study. Honestly, I didn't mind lending him the desk; it was just the time and way he asked for it.

He'd have classes later in the day, and instead of rising early enough to do his homework while I was out at my classes, he'd sleep in and wait till the last minute. Then made me feel like it was my fault that he couldn't get his work done.

If he was truly in need, he would have gone to the library, but I considered myself a very patient guy. My connection with God had taught me to show generosity and humility to my fellow man. So I stepped aside and would study hunched over on my bed.

Although, after that, things gradually got worse. Now that Tyrese was settled in and was familiar with his surroundings as much as I was—he began bringing girls back to the dorm. At first, he'd tell me he would only make out with them a little and send them on their way. Little did I know how gullible I was, actually thinking he'd stick to his word.

His 'make-out' sessions were long and loud – filled with groping and inappropriate touching that I found hard to ignore as I sat at my desk trying to concentrate on writing my papers. Then he'd ask for a 'favor' and tell me to go and get some food for him. He always said the same thing. "Don't worry about the money. I got you, bruh—,"

However, his track record of never paying me back also never changed. What's worse was when he'd lock me out of the dorm in order to have sex with whatever random girl he had brought back that night. It was frustrating, especially coming back to a room that was soured with the thick aroma of sweat and sex.

I wanted to say something to him about it, but every time I tried to broach the topic,

Tyrese would give me this death glare that shut my trap real quick. Mike and Russell heard about what I was going through

and invited me over to their dorm during one of Tyrese's 'Lockout- Makeout' sessions.

"Damn, so he started doing it more often? Have you talked to him about it?" Mike asked me.

"No—I don’t think he'd respect my wishes anyway. He hardly cares what I have to say about it," I murmured and slumped onto a foldable chair they had set up for me in the corner of their dorm.

It was pretty hard to tell which side of the room belonged to who in Mike and Russell's room. Their interests were so alike that the paraphernalia decorating the walls and their desks seemed to meld together. I wished I had a roommate as in tune with me as they were.

"That really sucks. Heh, you think he'd ever let you watch?" Russel chuckled darkly as if to lighten the mood.

"Ugh, gross man!" Mike spat, narrowing his eyes at Russell. "Like Allen would wanna watch that big gorilla pound some poor woman into submission."

"Hah—you'd be surprised. BBC is a pretty popular porn category."

I blushed hearing all this. My ears glowed warmly; however, I remained in deep silent thought. I didn't want to admit that I had sat by the door once or twice just listening in. The idea of even having an inkling of interest in watching Tyrese have sex had me totally conflicted. It would be the same as watching porn, and I was better than that.

No, this all had to stop. I wanted to have more control over my living space, but I didn't know how to go about it without getting in hot water with Tyrese.

"You should submit a complaint to the dorm managers. He's not allowed to kick you out like that, and he shouldn't even be using your room for that type of stuff. There are rules, you know—," Mike said as if reading my mind. "You can submit a noise complaint anonymously— they'll have to look into it, and they'll discover he's been locking you out. There's gotta be some kind of policy on unfair dorm evictions."

"You think that'll work? What if he just assumes it was me?" I asked nervously, wondering what the repercussion could be if he discovered I was, in fact, the one who ratted on him.

"So what? He can't prove anything—just deny it. He'll have to give up the ghost eventually."

Mike's advice of 'act like nothing happened' didn't exactly sit well with me, but I did as he advised, and I submitted an anonymous letter to the dorm managers. It seemed like nothing would be done at first, but about a week after that, they sent someone by—and lo and behold, Tyrese was caught in the act.

I was across the hall in Mike and Russell's room when it happened. A whole argument broke out between him and the managers as they called him out and spotted a girl running out half-naked. I, Mike, and Russel crowded around the door, pressing our ears to it as the drama unfolded.

"Mister Jones, I can see you have a lot of, ahem, female visitors coming in and out of your dorm after hours." The manager stated dryly.

"Yeah, so? You saying I can't have women in my room?" Tyrese asked indignantly. The irritation was present in his voice already.

"Sir, there are college community rules in place – specifically about this type of after-hour canoodling. We overlook it the first few times, but you've made this a bit of a habit, it seems. Someone reported you 'locking out' your dorm mate. A mister, Allen Cromwell?"

"That little snitch...." Tyrese hissed.

I backed away from the door, my eyes wide as they darted between Mike and Russell's tense expressions.

"Now, now, Mister Jones. This was reported by an anonymous resident—," The manager's dry tone broke back in, but Tyrese wasn't having any of that.

"Bullshit—,"

"Watch your language, Mister Jones. I'm writing you a citation—you're allowed three of these before you're put up for possible eviction from the dorms altogether. I suggest you make these visits less 'frequent' and don't lock your roommate out anymore—."

The manager seemed pretty uninterested with the whole issue as he went about scribbling out a small report and tearing a citation letter out from his handbook. Tyrese snatched it out of his hand as it was offered to him, grumbling to himself before he went back inside our dorm.

"Oh no...he knows," I uttered. I felt my heart sinking in my chest.

"Relax, he can't be sure. He'll be suspicious at first, but if you play it cool—," Mike tried to soothe me, but it wasn't working.

"I don't think he's going to be forgetting this any time soon...." I gulped, wondering if I had just made things worse for myself.

Only time would tell, but I'd have to mind my P's and Q's around Tyrese for a while. I was still getting to know him, and I wasn't fully aware of what he was capable of, but that look he gave me as I returned to my dorm and locked eyes with him. It was all predatory, like any moment he'd pounce on me and throttle me.

I couldn't get over how big and imposing he was. It surprised me when I discovered that he was attending the auto-technician program. With a physique like his, I would have assumed he was here on an athlete's scholarship.

Regardless, with the clampdown on his sex life, Tyrese had more time to focus on his studies now that his dorm visitations were revoked. It made things a lot easier on me, as it discouraged his in-dorm loitering. He‘d often depart later in the day and stay out for long periods of time. Leaving me in the dorm by myself often.

I was sure Tyrese had found a loophole in the dorm policy and was probably out visiting his female admirers at their rooms instead. I was okay with that—let him cause trouble for someone

else. However, he appeared to still be seething over being reported in the first place, and of course, was highly suspicious of me. His abusive nature only became more belligerent towards me.

He'd purposefully go out of his way to make my life in that dorm unbearable, even when he wasn't there. He'd menace me over laundry and the space I took up in the room, and before I knew it, he had me doing his chores and checking his homework for him! I thought if I did it at first, it would quell some of his anger.

Instead, my compliance to his demands must have made me appear more guilty because instead of eventually dropping his suspicions; he continued to treat me like a 'rat.' I came to the conclusion that there was no way of escaping his ire and the only way to deal with it was to put my head down and try not to anger him further.

Chapter Two: Chemistry ______

Things between us neither got better nor worse. Instead, I kept up with the chores in the dorm—cleaning up after Tyrese and myself. Folding his laundry and generally keeping the room spotless. Tyrese's attitude toward me remained less than lukewarm. He stopped greeting me altogether and would only bark orders at me or demand an update on his clothing or homework.

"Where's my English paper, lil'man?" or "Why aren't these shirts ironed? They wrinkly as fuck—Do shit right!"

I put up with it. Anything I said or did to stick up for myself was met with more vehement ire from the man. So to keep the peace, I did what I could to keep Tyrese happy. If only to maintain some modicum of tranquility in the small living space.

It seemed to work after a while, or at least it seemed like Tyrese got bored with his anger at me and relented only slightly enough to socialize with me in public again. It was a huge relief for me because I knew that the holidays were just around the corner. There would be plenty of parties until the middle of November when most students began leaving to visit their families.

Halloween was the first holiday for the fall season, so there were plenty of costumed events coming up. With how popular Tyrese was, I was sure he had been invited to every notable house party that was going to be in swing that autumn. I, on the other hand, only got one or two invites. However, both parties I was attending were not on the scale of some of the costumed bashes Tyrese was.

On one of those nights, I remembered Russel and me walking home from a small party our other friend had set up. It was just a

modest shindig where we played broad games and a quick round of DnD before calling it a night.

Even though most parties had finished up for the night, there was one particularly rowdy gathering that seemed to pour out of one of the better-known frat houses. Its attendants leaked out into the streets. Costumed students frolicked drunkenly across the yard and stumbled down the sidewalks and streets that ran parallel to the frat house. Lights flashed vividly and a steady stream of loud music filtered through the windows as the chaos flowed in and out of the congested building.

Indeed, there was some kind of fire regulations being broken, but no one seemed to care. Russel and I did our best to steer clear of most of the trouble, but—it didn't take long for Tyrese and his group of thuggish counterparts to spot us.

Even in my Jedi costume, he recognized me. I regretted not pulling up the hood to the long beige robe I was wearing, and I tried to make Russel walk faster. Tyrese looked like he had been drinking, and that made him even more unpredictable than usual. I was tired, and I didn't want to deal with it.

Unfortunately, Russel had chosen to cosplay a female character from one of his favorite animes. He was petite and skinny enough to pull off a convincing crossplay—but the heels on his shoes made

it hard for him to walk. He slowed us down enough for Tyrese to get within earshot.

"Ayo! Hey! I know you hear me talkin' to you!" Tyrese barked and came marching over.

His friends laughed and almost fell over each other as they wandered drunkenly after him. Their costumes were shoddy at best. Most of them wore cliché slasher masks or a simple cape paired with a random Madi Gras mask. Tyrese wore a black brimmed hat and a matching mask made out of a piece of cloth with two eye holes sloppily cut into it.

I groaned but slowed down to a halt, knowing Tyrese would only get more persistent. Might as well get the annoying line of questioning over with. What did he want anyway?

"You better fukin' stop.... Gonna act like you don't know me—I oughta...." Tyrese bit his lip and balled his fist at me. Though, playfully? I'm not sure. I could never tell with him. His humor was so crass all the time, plus he was half-drunk from the looks and smell of him.

"Hey, Tyrese—what's up?" I said to him in a flat unamused tone.

He caught my attitude immediately despite being slightly inebriated. "Why you gotta say it like that? You don't like me? You got something you wanna say to me?"

Tyrese squared up and towered over me menacingly. He stared daggers at me for a solid ten seconds before finally cracking into a laugh. "Man, I'm just playing with you—don't be so tense. For real, though—why you wearing a bathroom?" Tyrese looked down at my costume and shrugged as his friends chuckled at me in the background.

"It's not a bathrobe—I'm a Jedi Knight," I stated plainly as if he should know that. He really should. It was a pretty widespread fandom. "What are you supposed to be?"

"I'm Zoro, bitch! —and you mean that sci-fi shit, right? Haha—that's cute." Tyrese chuckled, and his friends followed suit. I sighed impatiently, but Tyrese overlooked that and instead peered over at Russel. "Speaking of cute, who this cute shawty? This you?" Tyrese points at me and looks over at Russel.

My brain had to slam on the breaks. Did he think Russel was a girl? I glanced over at Russel. He did look convincing. He was built nearly the same as me—just a little shorter and a less narrow

chin. Rounder cheeks, too—but he pulled off the soft brown wig he wore well. Being a perfectionist, he must have spent hours studying an online tutorial on how to get his cosplay makeup just right.

It changed the very bone structure of his face completely, but there was still enough of Russel's usual features there for me to not fall for the ruse. On the other hand, Tyrese didn't pay all that much attention to Russel, to begin with. So he might not have recognized him under all that makeup. Also, being kind of drunk helped the illusion along.

Besides that, Russel's slender frame betrayed no masculine features. Even with his costume being made up of two pieces. The scant sailor uniform barely covered anything with its blouse in white and blue – cropped at the midsection to show off his flat tummy.

The pleated skirt that completed the outfit was a matching royal blue falling just above his knees. Never being one for exercise, Russel's legs were soft and untoned. Giving them an even more feminine appeal. However the tight thigh highs he wore to cover his legs grasp desperately at the swell of his contours—but with not much to cling to, they continued to fall.

He frequently had to stop and tug them up as we walked back toward our dorms. Now he nervously fidgeted with the hem of them, glancing at me half-terrified. The look was evident on his face. Should he say something? Should I? It was probably easier if I did.

"You mean if she’s my girlfriend? Haha, not at all—that's Russell...." I pointed out. Russel rubbed his head and chuckled nervously over the mix-up.

Tyrese just stared at us. Glancing between the two of us as the gears started to spin in his head. He cocked his head and narrowed his eyes at Russell. "Wait for a second—that's a dude?"

"Hi, Tyrese..." Russell's baritone surprised him, and it seems too much for him to handle.

Tyrese springs back, laughing and cackling. "No shit! No shit! Damn, bruh—Lemme take a picture of this. Oh my god, gee—no shit...."

Tyrese and his friends pull their phones out and start snapping pictures of Russel. I grow tense as I watch Russel becoming uncomfortable. Losing my patience for their antics, I tried to steer my friend away from the situation before things got more embarrassing for him.

"Haha—yeah, Russ did a great job. We should get back to the dorm now; I'll see you later." I turned and grabbed Russ' shoulder, but Tyrese's mirth died away in the face of me, ruining his fun.

"Hold up—why you leaving? There's a party right here, why don't you hang with us. Haha, I'll even let you sit on my lap, sweetie!" Tyrese thrust his pelvis at Russell and salaciously fondled himself. Earning a cringe from the young man who then turned away. I got upset for Russ and tried to stay persistent in leaving.

"Nah, we're good, Tyrese. We'll see you later."

"Uh—uh, don't speak for him. You're good, but Russ ain't. He wanna come party with us—ain't that right?" Tyrese looked over at Russel – focusing solely on him now. I, too, glanced over at Russel as well, waiting for him to speak up for himself.

Sheepishly he finally does. "Yeah—I think I want to go back. I'm pretty tired—,"

"How about this...You know that money you owe me? Come hang with us, and I'll call it even. If not—well. There are other ways I can get my money back." Tyrese shrugged a broad shoulder.

I wasn't sure what he meant by that but judging from Russ' face—he knew what Tyrese was referring to.

"Look—I can pay you; I just need time."

"Nah—bruh, I've asked you three times already. I think Imma just ask your dad for it next time I see him." Tyrese sneered, rubbing his hands together.

Russel looks deflated. He dropped his head and turned to leave with Tyrese. Something in me just couldn't stand watching this. It was one thing that Tyrese was bullying me, but to take advantage of Russel like this?

"Wait up—I'll pay it; what does he owe?" I offered.

Russel looked up at me with a mix of relief, appreciation, and surprise in his eyes. However, Tyrese wasn't biting. "Nah-uh. I don't want your money. This between Russel and me." He clarified, to which Russel's expression faded once more.

"How about we make it interesting—a bet!" I don't know why I blurted that out, but I just couldn't let Tyrese get his way again that easily. Maybe I could beat him at his own game.

"A bet?" Tyrese sounded surprised and a bit impressed at my sudden ballsy-ness. Even his friends threw in a couple of wary 'Oooohhs' at the challenge.

"Fine—what's the game, and what's the bet?" Tyrese was finally intrigued enough to bite.

I could already see that Tyrese was half drunk, and I hadn't touched a drop of beer all night. I thought I could maybe out-drink him, given that he was already halfway faded.

"Beer Pong – the loser pays the winner double what Russ owes," I said confidently.

Tyrese's brows rise, and his chin wrinkles as he mulls over the bet approvingly. "I like the idea, but like I said—I don't want your money. How about this. You win—I pay you to triple what Russ owes me. If I win, you and Russ, there gonna be swapping costumes, and you'll have to be our 'maid' for the night." Tyrese chuckled dangerously and looked around at his companions, who wore similar glee-filled sneers.

"Just forget about it, Allen—I'll just...." I didn't let Russ finish his sentence. Instead, I focused on answering the challenge.

"Deal—where’s the table and the cups." I was more than confident in my beer pong abilities.

I may have been a scrawny guy, but I had good hand-eye coordination, and I could drink a decent amount before getting too hammered. I could only hope Tyrese had been busy putting them away all afternoon—sharpening my advantage over him.

"Right this way, ladies...." Tyrese said mockingly, pointing over to the patio on the side of the frat house they had been partying in.

It wasn't hard to find a table long enough to game atop, and it took even less time to find a multitude of solo cups to use. People gathered to watch what was happening on the side patio and were drawn in by the prospect of observing some kind of competition.

The crowd took sides, placing bets as cups were filled and set up in a pyramid formation on opposite ends of the table. To be honest, I had never had the chance to play Beer Pong before, but I had seen it done—so I knew what to expect. At least, I hope I did.

Luckily, once the ping pong balls were brought out, Tyrese's competitive streak took the lead. He stepped in front of me, eyeing

me down menacingly as he took the first ball into his hand. A snide smile appeared on his face as he turned and launched it across the table.

Pensively I watched the trajectory as the white ball sailed through the air. I held my breath as it bounced on the lip of one of the cups, then tumbled into another a row away from where it first landed. The crowd cheered, and that signaled the opening of our competition. Much to my dismay, Tyrese was virtually an expert at the game—sinking ball after ball and chugging back red solo cup after red solo cup. All while being surrounded by the cheers of a rowdy crowd.

On the other hand, I was not doing as well as I had hoped. My nerve got the best of me as Tyrese's confident demeanor remained stubbornly fixed in place. He never even flinched as I knocked out the first few rows of his pyramid. However, I was reeling by the third row, and I still had another three rows to go.

It was neck and neck, with Tyrese only a few cups ahead of me. It was coming down to the wire, and the champion would soon be decided. We both just had to stay on our feet and not puke. The first to vomit was the first to admit their defeat. Absolutely bullheaded in our pursuit of one-upping each other, Tyrese and I swayed on our feet as we lined up our next shots.

"You—ready to give up yet?" I huffed—my breath nearly stinging my own nose from the alcohol content.

"Fat chance, little man. Gonna be 'little lady' in a minute." Tyrese groaned back, propping himself against the table as he made the next shot.

Amazingly, even with unsteady hands, he sank shot after shot. Leaving me with only a row and a half of lifeline left. I needed to speed up if I was going to ever overtake him. Rapidly I began to fire ping pong balls over the table. Many of them bouncing wildly and missing the cups altogether.

Still, I got a few more in and started chugging away. Yet, Tyrese could see it on my face as I took one last swing of what seemed to be my twentieth beer. I hit a wall—hard. My stomach clenched up, and I doubled over, spewing.

"Gotcha!~" Tyrese crooned and lifted his arms as the crowd cheered and jeered and went wild at the conclusion of what seemed like an hour-long game of drinking and trash- talking. Tyrese was soundly named the winner, and I, as the loser, was bonded to my word.

I'd have to take Russell's place. Russell took me to the nearest unoccupied bathroom he could find and cleaned me up as well as he could. After throwing everything up, I felt a whole world better—though nausea only retook me when I realized I'd have to slip on Russell's cosplay.

"I'm so sorry, Allen. I didn't mean for this to happen. I really thought you had him beat there." Russel tried to comfort me, though I remained unconvinced.

Tyrese had always been a party animal; how could I ever have a hope of beating him at that. I grimaced but swallowed back my pride. A bet was a bet, and Tyrese had beat me fair and square.

"Alright, Russ, trade me," I muttered at him and began stripping away my Jedi robe. "You're really going through with this?"

"And what's the alternative? Turn tail and run? Tyrese shares a room with me; he'll never let me live this down." I sighed and tossed him my robe.

Russel frowned but didn't argue further. He knew I was right, and the only thing to do was to pay the piper now and hope Tyrese would let the matter rest. ***

"Well, well, well—lookit here, fellas. Ain't she a dime—," Tyrese's smooth tone grated on my patience when I finally finished changing and cleaning up.

He had posted himself on the front porch to take in the night air. His small gang of friends sat around him, perching up on the railing or the next to Tyrese on the steps of the grand main house.

"Yeah, yeah – get your kicks, Tyrese. You're lucky it's Halloween or I—,"

Tyrese shot up from his seat and glowered down at me; coming nose to nose with me. "I'm lucky? ...Whatchu gonna do about it, boy?" Tyrese paused for a moment looking down at my new clothes.

The two-piece sailor-style uniform hung more snugly on my slightly thicker silhouette. Even the thigh-highs clung uncomfortably to the swell of my legs, and I could barely walk in the shoes. Fortunately, the elongated heel on them was broad – Russell called them 'Mary Janes' and offered to trade me my shoes back.

However, the outfit looked completely off paired with the comfortable sandals I had worn under my Jedi costume. I already

knew what Tyrese would be expecting and what he'd complain about. So I dealt with it; for now, Russel was probably grateful to be relieved of the uncomfortable things as well. No matter, it was too late anyway; in for the penny, in for the pound. Wobbling unsteadily in my new footwear, I just glared back at Ty and pursed my lips in anger.

My expression had the opposite effect I wanted – I knew I was pressing my luck by standing my ground with a drunk Tyrese, but he appeared altogether amused by my display. He broke the tense air with a chuckle and backed away. Eyes intensely following me; I could feel them roaming my figure curiously. As if searching for something.

I felt uneasy the longer he stared at me with those piercing sandstone eyes. A sadistic smile lingered on his face as he regarded me. No doubt thinking of the first embarrassing thing he wanted me to do. I crossed my arms and held a defiant gaze in his direction. Haughtily pointing my chin high as if standing my ground in the face of whatever heathenish crucible he had in mind for me.

"Alright—girlie... something easy. Go get us some more drinks." Tyrese finally said as he slipped his hands into his pockets.

I paused for a moment, thinking it over. That was pretty simple. Was Ty really taking it easy on me? I assumed he was, until I got into the house. Every room was packed with party- goers, all-dancing, drinking, and socializing.

The music blared out over loudspeakers. I had to push myself through thick crowds of bodies just to get to the drink table, and even then, it was nearly a fight to get an armful of beers. I was fortunate to grab a freshly supplied eight pack and high-tailed it out of there.

My heart was racing the whole time. I knew no one would recognize me dressed as I was, or at the very least, I hoped they wouldn't. It was difficult navigating tightly packed groups of people dressed like this. Every brush of a body against mine tugged my skirt up or my stockings down.

Some of the more drunken partiers mistook me for a woman and tried to chat me up, but I kept moving among the chaos coursing through each of the rooms. Swiftly dodging anyone too drunk to notice I wasn’t a girl. By the time I re-emerged, my heart was thudding in my throat. Why was I so shaken? I tried to push away any awkwardness I felt as I readjusted my skirt.

"Heh—don't pull it too far down, peaches." Tyrese's voice drew my attention back over to the stairs, where he and his friends sat staring at me expectantly.

I rejoined after gathering myself and passed out the beer cans. They drank a few more rounds as the night went on—ordering me to go and retrieve more anytime they ran out. Most of them were passed-out drunk by the time the party itself ground to a halt. Relief, along with exhaustion, settled over me—I knew it wouldn't be too much longer before Tyrese called it a night himself, but not before he took some photos as mementos.

"Come here, sweetie—sit here. I want a pic—," Tyrese slurred as he patted his lap and stretched his hand out to me.

My face grew hot—did he actually expect me to sit in his lap? I chuckled a nervous refusal, but Tyrese just frowned and whined in a drunken stupor. "C'mooonnnn—it's one picture, tch! Don't be a little bitch about it."

"Ugh...fine..." I groaned, giving in.

I knew he wouldn't drop it otherwise and I just wanted to get this over with and go home so I could change. Plus, I had had my fill of

beer and was pretty tipsy, myself, yet still sober enough to stumble my way home in the right direction when I needed to.

Carefully navigating the stairs in my heels, I lowered myself into his lap and did my best to, at the very least, look neutral.

"Smile—," Tyrese's steely grip coiled around my narrow shoulders—shaking me commandingly.

"No—," I barked back. My lips tensed with ire, pouting in disdain at the curt request.

Tyrese snapped the picture as if that expression was just as good. I didn't know that much later I would come to regret that photo with every fiber of my being.

For now, though, I had a very smashed and half incapacitated roommate to help stumble back home. As annoyed by him and tipsy as I was, I couldn't just leave Tyrese to pass out on the steps—not in all good conscience. It just wasn't my style. So I helped him to his feet— tossed his arm over my shoulder, and propped him up as we started our drunken march home.

His taller, more muscular frame leaned heavily onto me. Nearly teetering me off the sidewalk with the sheer mass of his more athletic body as he swayed with each step. He muttered incoherently as we walked—laughing and chuckling to himself every other couple of minutes. I paid little attention to his babbling and instead dug in as we made the last leg back to our dorm.

I piled him into the elevator and hauled Tyrese back out on the third floor, where our room was. He felt heavier with each step I took, but with the last ounces of strength I had, I finally managed to drag him inside.

My arms felt like jello by the time I got the door to our room open and slammed it shut behind us with a shaky kick. Fortunately, Tyrese's bed was closest to the entrance. I shuffled across the floor and planned to toss him on his mattress and leave him there for the rest of the night.

However, I toppled over with him as I swung him toward the sheets. Still wobbly from the alcohol in my system, I lost my balance, and he crashed on top of me. He was so heavy—the mass of his frame fully pinned me. Trapped by the russet giant, I tried to push myself up off the bed.

Yet the more I struggled the more my body became flush with his. Every definition of my petite frame conformed to his. I hated how it felt—the way my more diminutive form fit so perfectly into the outline of his larger one. Growing more uncomfortable by the sensations stirred up by my predicament, I impatiently wiggled beneath him.

"—Ty...get off," I grunted and wriggled again, trying to wedge enough space between us to get out.

The hard warmth of his body seeped into mine as he laid over me. I could feel the tautness of his being along my back. The impressive span of his broad body curved over my narrower shoulder blades—holding me down firmly. His weight sank into me, crushing me into the bed. Keeping the entirety of my torso against the mattress.

My jostling only awoke Tyrese lightly—who in his stupor began to grope about for something as if trying to discern where he was. I could only imagine him sensing that he was in his room, on his bed—with a small person writhing beneath him. In the next moment, I felt his hand suddenly grasping at my hips and chest needfully.

I gasped as his fingers began to explore. Prying up the fabric of my skirt. His own pelvis began to grind against me wantonly. A rush

of contradicting feelings surged through me. I wanted him off of me—and yet something more carnal fixed me in place. As much as I tried to resist, I couldn't find the will to. Maybe it was the beer or that stupid dream I had had nearly a year ago, but this all felt so familiar and so—good...

"Com’mere, girl." Tyrese’s breathy tone made the hair stand up on the back of my neck.

I flushed all over as his hand slid down the flat of my tummy growing dangerously close to my manhood. My heart jolted; I didn't want him to touch me there—then the illusion would be broken, and he'd snap out of it. I grabbed his hands to stop him but halting his hungry hands-only inspired his hips as he began to grind more roughly into my backside.

Something stiff jabbed against me painfully—digging into the soft flesh of my cheeks as he dragged his pelvis against me. I grew hotter all over, knowing what it was. I was too awash in shame and arousal to say anything. Instead, I gasped in such a way that surprised even me.

"Mmm—you like that baby girl? You want this dee, don't you?" Tyrese sounded like he was fully coming too.

The slur in his speech dried out the more he kneaded himself against me. Mindlessly my hips jutted out of their own accord pushing more of myself into him as Tyrese's length grew girthier and more erect by the minute. I covered my face and tried to gather myself. What was I doing? Was I just going to lay here and let him dry hump me to completion?

The funny thing was a small dark part of me wanted to. However, Tyrese wanted more than that. I underestimated his reaction time in his half-drunken state. In a flash, he had already reached under my skirt and tugged down the boxer shorts I had worn underneath. His hand came back up sharply—clapping across my bare cheeks. Striping it with prints of his long, robust fingers. I yelped as the stinging pain seemed to bring me back down and into my senses. I began to struggle again.

"Whoa, whoa wait!!" I hollered, finally drawing Tyrese out of his own lustful trance.

"Little man?" Tyrese peered down at me with squinted eyes. His vision, no doubt, is still somewhat blurry.

"Get the hell off me, Ty!" I shouted—a pang of embarrassment cracking my voice.

"Oh, shit—my bad, dude." Ty scooted off me as he held his hand up in a gesture of surrender. "Fuck, I didn't even know it was you. Felt like a woman to me—," He chuckled and laid back in his bed, finally relinquishing me.

I watched him recline into bed. My eyes narrowed in annoyance, and yet I couldn't stop myself from staring down at his body. The way his clothes hung on his healthy frame, the prominent bulge still in his pants from fondling against me. I blushed, looking at it, knowing that I had aroused that in him with this scrawny body of mine.

I also felt disgusted with myself for even allowing that to go on as long as it did. I had to blame it on the alcohol, but still, there was that twisted little piece of me that took root when I wasn't looking.

I often keep thinking back to that night. Examining my own feelings about it. Why did I let that happen? Why didn't I resist more? For just that one moment, I had felt something snap inside of me, and I gave myself over to it—I allowed that vulgar pleasure to wash over me. What confounded me the most was that it lingered. I felt that heat bloom through me, rising from my navel, surging through my loins and down my legs every time I looked at him after that.

Did I like being treated like a fragile creature to be sumptuously devoured by a more decadent monster? What was it about the feeling of Tyrese's body atop of mine that had stirred me so much? Maybe it was his size—or the way his hard muscles felt against my back. Was it the sense of domination I longed for? Was I crazy for even contemplating any of this? I felt so confused and became lost in my own thoughts more and more.

Amongst all this, I felt guilt towards Jessica. Like I had cheated on her by submitting to the twisted thrill I felt that night—even if it was just for that brief moment. How would I explain this to her? Maybe she didn't need to know. I could just keep it a secret—no one had to find out.

Luckily, Tyrese seemed just as embarrassed about the encounter as I did. He acted strangely towards me for a few days after that. He didn't even bother barking orders at me like he usually did. The peace and quiet were welcomed, but there was something in the air. Like the invisible sword of Damocles hung there between us—and at any moment, it would swing down once Tyrese was ready to confront me about what had happened.

I held my breath every time we were in a room alone together. However, he could barely even make eye contact with me and would just mumble something under his breath before leaving the dorm. He'd finally make his anger with me known later. When he finally reached an unspoken boiling point. He went on a tirade

against me about how 'I don't respect people's boundaries,' and how he was 'going to rectify that.'

Then he proceeded to systematically divide up the room. Sectioning it in half with a long strip of masking tape that ran along the floor and up the walls. I looked at him like he was a mad man when he declared that I was to 'stay in my box.'

He was serious. The look in his eye pierced through me as he stood there glaring like I was some insignificant roach that had taken advantage of him! At least that was the impression he left me with. After that, it was back to business at usual. Me, doing all the chores in the room and keeping up with checking his homework. Just with the added bonus of staying within the lines of the invisible 'pen' he had set up for me.

As bad as things were, the thought of seeing Jessica buoyed me through the rest of the holiday season. Finally, most of the campus began to empty out. Students had already started their migration home for Thanksgiving, Christmas, and New Year. It would be a long and welcomed break for everyone, especially me, because Tyrese was leaving as well. He had family back in Georgia. Meaning I would have the dorm to myself for the next couple of weeks while he made a road trip with his brother.

It was the perfect window of opportunity to bring my girlfriend down to stay with me. I managed to get a visitor's pass from the main office and began arranging her flight. She'd arrived on a Tuesday, one week before Christmas. It would be the morning after Tyrese was set to take off to go see his family. There would be no time to waste in bringing Jessica here to see me. My yearning for her was incessant; I couldn't wait to be in her arms any longer—

Chapter Three: Physics _____

After all the bullying and belittling, I was ready to receive some comforting companionship. I knew Jessica missed me too. We had been texting each other throughout my stay. Always signing off with tender 'I miss yous' at the end of every night. She was the light in my life, and I was desperate to feel the warmth of her glow in my presence again.

I said nothing about her visit to Tyrese. It was neither his business nor did I wish to distract him from his own departure. The sooner he left, the better. I even helped him pack his bags, if only to expedite. His gratitude came in the form of more commands. Reminding me to 'stay in my box' while he was away.

Did he actually think I was going to honor that stupid piece of tape while he was gone? Fat chance! Once he had loaded up with

his brother and hit the road, I started redecorating. I didn't want Jessica to know about my roommate. She'd start asking questions, and knowing her sweet naive personality, she'd actually assume we were good friends and want to meet him.

I did not want that to happen. Tyrese would only take that opportunity to further humiliate me in front of the woman I love. Unwilling to let that happen, I stuffed any traces of Tyrese into the closet in the back. Then covered the door with a bookcase just to conceal its presence totally.

I stripped Tyrese's bed down bare and swept and wiped up his side of the room. Giving it a totally sterile appearance. As if no one had even been there in weeks. Then I decorated festively to surprise Jessica when she arrived.

I promised her a wonderful Christmas, and nothing was going to stop me from giving that to her. Once Tyrese was long gone, the first thing I purchased was a small faux Christmas tree to put up in the room. I hung mistletoe over the door and bright crimson and emerald stockings on the opposite walls. It was nothing too grand, but it made the space much cozier as a whole. I was sure Jessica would be pleased—or, at least, I hoped so.

This would be our love nest for the next couple of weeks, and I wanted to make the absolute most of it. I already had reservations

at a restaurant in town all ready to go. Fantasies, magical and romantic, filled my head with how our first day together would go. How we would kiss and caress each other. How her melodious voice would tickle my ears again as she whispered sweet nothings to me. I just couldn't wait any longer, and yet, I wanted everything to be just right. With Tyrese away, nothing was standing in my way.

***

It was such a relief to finally be reunited with Jessica, at last. The day I picked her up from the airport and brought her back to my dorm, it felt like a huge weight had come off my shoulders. Jess's rosy cheeks and soft green eyes were such a balm to my soul. I hadn't even realized it was possible to miss someone so much until I finally held her in my arms again.

I couldn't wait to show her off and walk around campus. I also feared I wouldn't be able to control myself if I stayed in the dorm alone with her for too long. Jessica did try to make a move on me. Hugging and kissing me—intoxicating me with her affection and the soft floral scent of her silky hair as she held me close. As much as I wanted to, I had planned the whole day out, and I didn't want to risk missing a single thing by fooling around in the early hours of the morning. That would be saved for tonight after I had adequately wooed her.

"Oh, com'on just a little quickie?" Jessica mewled and pawed at me on the way out of the dorm.

I couldn't help but smile at her eagerness. She was so beautiful, from the dimples on her chin to the divots in the curve of her healthy waist and the rise of her supple bosom. Resisting the urge to take her immediately was more challenging than I expected—but I knew prolonging the event would only make that final release all the sweeter.

"No, sweetheart—not right now. I've got a lot to show you." I sighed wistfully.

Even her disappointed pout plucked at my heartstrings. "Oh, alright—only because you insist! This better is good...." She hummed and bit her lip, cheekily pinching my cheek.

I winced and blushed but remained all the more putty in her hands as we began a wonderful long day in each other's company. The first thing I did was familiarize her with the campus—showing her all the social hotspots and where the best food and views of the town were.

She liked the gym and insisted I buy her a sweatshirt from the gift shop next to the cantina. Then we were off to check out the local

museums—taking in the local art and culture together. Jessica always loved when we'd do this. She was always fascinated by other cultures, incredibly ancient, more tribal ones at that.

We took our time scoping different pieces of art from around the world and marveled at the recovered sarcophagi recovered from an Egyptian dig site. Jessica took a particular interest in an exhibit filled with statutes and talismans specifically aimed at fertility and sexual health. I felt a little uncomfortable watching her fawn over phallic shaped objects hewn from stone and wood.

Envy quietly rumbled through me as Jessica practically pressed her nose to the glass of a display containing an obsidian idle of a huge cock. From the description on the placard, it was hypothesized that this was either an object for worship or one of the earliest known sex toys in human history. I blushed at the thought of someone trying to fit that into themselves. Was it even possible? It nearly looked as thick as one of my arms. Albeit my arms were somewhat slender to begin with.

"Haha—wow, could you imagine sitting on that?" Jessica chuckled and glanced at me.

Her crass joke was lost on me as an image of Tyrese flashed through my head. His large frame draped over me—grinding

himself into me. A sudden heat rose to my face. I tore my eyes away from hers, planting them on the ground.

"N-No—...What kind of question is t-that?"

Jessica just tittered at my sheepishness. She probably assumed I was just being my prudish self. I sighed in relief as she moved on to the next display without examining my reluctance closer. She was carefree as always.

However, my heart thundered in my chest. Was this from the pang of guilt I still felt over that hazy drunken night? I hadn't even done anything! Not really...

Perhaps I feared what I was capable of. Of the thoughts circling around in the back of my head like sharks. Knowing I could lose myself so easily scared me. I paused to calm myself but caught my reflection in the window of the display.

The redness on my cheeks as I stared past the transparent image of my face—to the large dark, slopped shape staring back at me from inside the case. Why did my throat tense when I looked at it? Why did Tyrese's body ripple through my thoughts the longer I stared?

"Allen?" Jessica's crystalline voice rescued me. Calling me in gentle concern.

I tore my eyes away and cleared my throat—pushing out the chaotic thoughts and returning to the now. All I wanted was to enjoy this time with Jess.

"Coming, sweetheart," I called softly after her and trailed into her shadow as we continued our tour.

As the afternoon rolled in and the sun hung low in the sky. I bought Jess and me some hotdogs, and we returned for a quick break in the dorm. Jessica needed a little time to shower and redo her makeup, and I wanted to rest my aching feet.

Once Jess had gone to the shower, I took a moment to double-check the room for any traces of Tyrese. Once I found nothing out of sorts, I tiredly tossed myself onto my bed. Letting out a troubled breath. I tried to clear my mind, but as always, that never worked, and I only ended up wandering back into thoughts about the museum and that display.

The look of the utter fascination on Jessica's face as she stared at that monument of a hideous one-eyed monster. Was that really what she wanted? Would I not be enough for her when the time came to finally share each other in that way?

Doubt seized my heart, squeezing it in an icy claw as I dwelt on those thoughts. Would I not be man enough for her? Tyrese's words rung in my head—how he said I felt like a woman underneath him. How he made me sit in his lap, and I allowed him to take a picture of me while I wore that costume.

Why wasn't I more bothered by the hungry stares I got as I crossed the room wearing that short skirt? Did I like the way that tight-cropped shirt hugged my body? It was the first time in a long time I actually felt like something fit me just right. After all, men's clothing hung loose and awkward on my slender shoulders with my bird-like frame.

Zoning out as I stared at the ceiling, I never even noticed Jessica tiptoeing from the bathroom with just a towel on. She must have thought I was sleeping on the bed when she pounced on me. She almost looked as surprised as I was when our eyes collided. She was wet— freshly cleaned, with her hair moist and falling around her face like a halo.

"Sorry—did I break your train of thought." She giggled at me.

My breath hitched as I stared up at her, my eyes roaming down her body as she sat atop of me. Only that towel to shield her modesty. I could feel the damp heat of her naked thighs as she straddled my lap and stared back at me. She was breathtaking—Venus incarnate. My body was already stirring beneath her.

"Gladly derailed, sweetness...." I whispered back and cupped her cheeks, pulling her down into a kiss.

I know what her parents expected of me, but their strict rules and disapproval seemed so far away right now. I needed this intimate closeness and drank it in greedily. I could feel her core grow hotter as she sat over the slight bulge growing in my lap. The doubt threatened to rush back in, making me hesitant. She had seen my penis before—so why was I getting scared about it now?

"Oh, Al—I don't think I can wait till marriage anymore. I want you now—"Jessica whined in desperate lust.

Her mouth devoured the line of my jaw and down my neck. A familiar warmth rose, making my breath grow heavy as I tried to restrain myself.

"I know—but...." My protest was weak.

Jessica wasn't happy with it either. "No one's here to stop us, so why not?"

Her reasoning was sound, and my resolve was not; I still felt a pair of intangible eyes watching me from on high. My lust and my virtue were loggerheads. Perhaps, a compromise. "Let's save that for tonight. I have something special in store for us—," If I couldn't avoid the sin, I'd delay it a little longer.

Jessica whined and purposefully sank into me. I could feel her hot trench pressed into the fly of my pants. My loins throbbed as I imagined her soft wet pinkness.

"Fine—but I still want to fool around a little." Such a nymph.

I could at least concede that much. It didn't take long for her to undo my buckle and help me slide my pants down. My meager penis was already fully erect at three and a half inches.

Jessica held a coy smile on her face as she grasped it and began slathering my modest sex with her soft lips and tongue. I melted right away. It had been far too long since I had had this. Watching my face with a mix of amused arousal on her face, Jessica rose off her knees and urged me onto my back.

"I want some too—," She cooed and turned to take a seat on my face, then continued to lick and suck at my length.

I quivered at the intense pleasure her mouth gave me and trembled further as the sopping furrow of her womanhood was pressed firmly into my mouth. My cheeks and nose were utterly soaked in her juices. Eagerly I held my mouth open—tongue outstretched and gliding through her folds as she swayed atop my face. I could hear breathy moans even as her supple thighs clamped around my head. I grew harder the more she responded to my attentive lappings.

"Oooh—how are you so good at that, Al? Hm?" Jess cooed as she bent down to run a broad stroke of her tongue along the side of my mushroom tip.

I shivered, unable to answer the rhetorical question with my mouth so full of her plush vulva. Her sucking became more fervent—her mouth accommodated my meager size comfortably. I was barely a mouthful for her, but she savored every inch I offered. Rolling the entire length of me along her tongue. Swirling the rough muscle over the crown of my head in such a way it left stars in my eyes.

I arched between her legs—attempting to push more of myself into her mouth, though there was none left to offer. Jessica

already had me completely in her mouth. Growing close, I moaned openly. Jabbing my tongue in and out of her puckering hole as she rode my face. Each loud groan from me sent vibrations through my tongue; making it shiver within her.

Jessica mewled at that and rode harder—pressing herself into my mouth almost painfully with her growing need. My jaw felt sore, as if it were going to pop out of its hinges as Jessica ground herself towards climax.

Eager to please, I tried to calm myself—wanting to cum at the absolute last second. However, the desperation in the swing of Jess's hips and the powerful suction of her mouth spelled my end quicker than I hoped.

"Nnngh!!!" I came hard. My back curling—hips gyrating of their own accord as I pumped a steady stream into Jessica's opened mouth.

Greedily she licked up the mess cleaning my organ her tongue. Then humming in sinful delight as she finally went over the edge along with me. Something about the taste of my cum brought her there. She let out a long satisfied, and hungry groan as her hole puckered and seized around my intrusive tongue over and over again.

Exhausted and drained—Jessica slumped off me, allowing me some much-needed air. I was amazed at her passion and lay in blissful shell-shock afterward along with her. Jessica's honey remained smeared across my cheeks, lips, and nose. Gratefully, I licked her stray essence away and basked in the sweet, tangy pungency of her feminine pheromones. Now I was the one in need of a shower.

While Jessica changed and got ready for our date that evening. I cleaned myself off and changed into something a little more fitting for the occasion as well. Just a simple and sophisticated blue button-down paired with some comfortable slacks. Jessica never liked blazers, though I did throw on a light sweater before going out into the brisk winter air.

Jessica looked lovely in a layered skirt that she matched with a long and cozy-looking knitted sweater. We cuddled in close as we walked to the restaurant—taking public transportation deeper into town.

We arrived at the small family-owned Italian bistro right on time. It was packed with other couples, all celebrating with a festive intimate date. The atmosphere was sultry and low-lit, with small candles that provided warm mood lighting on each table. A serenade played by a string quartet permeated the room—filling it with longing and desire.

I couldn't even tell you what we ordered that night. The whole time I focused on Jessica and her alone. We finally felt like a real couple, like we were staring at the person who would be with us for the rest of our lives. The room faded as I listened and laughed with her. Her quirky jokes were always somewhat off or awkwardly told, but that was the charm.

She was both a maiden and a minx to me. So innocent and sweet, and yet so desirous and passionate. In truth, I wanted to marry her, but we were too young for that sort of thing, and I was too scared to even venture the idea. I didn't feel worthy of her radiance, and I knew deep down she could reject me.

I didn't want that—not even the chance of that. I just wanted to savor this night with her. I was ready to give myself to her totally, and I could see it in her eyes she wanted me to. The trip back to the dorm was nearly a blur as we kissed and groped each other all the way there. Our breaths were heavy, and our bodies heated with want as we crashed through the door.

I was ready to toss her onto my bed and strip her pants off but halted when we stepped foot inside. My heart squeezed, and every nerve in my body let out an internal shriek as I glanced over Jessica's shoulder mid-kiss.

Tyrese sat on the edge of his bed. His luggage was piled in the corner next to him. His eyes were on me immediately. Squinting and angry like always. Though this time, there was also the heaviness of disdain in his gaze. Like I had been caught red-handed.

I pulled myself away from Jessica, who was too swept up in pawing at me to notice the presence of the more giant man. When she did, she let out a small gasp as she caught sight of him. Tyrese's eyebrow quirked as she looked between my girlfriend and me.

"Oh, I see how it is—when the cat's away, huh?" Tyrese stood up, towering over us with a bitter look on his face. "I can't even bring a bitch back here, and you get to? Man, I oughta —," Tyrese was about to let loose, but I scrambled to stop him before he really got going.

"Tyrese! This is my girlfriend from back home, she came to visit me—," I blurted out quickly, as I placed my hands on Jessica's shoulders.

"Tyrese?" The confusion was evident on Jessica's face as she peered over at me. "I didn't mention my roommate? Haha—how silly of me." I choked.

"Well... no harm done. I don't even remember asking." Jessica chuckled a bit awkwardly at the intense air between Tyrese and me.

I stared at him wide-eyed with a lump in my throat as he stood tall, hands-on his squared hips and agitation wrinkling his healthy brow. Despite his imposing air, Jessica greeted him warmly. Approaching with much less fear on her face than I was showing on mine at that moment.

"Nice to meet you, Tyrese! I'm Jessica, Allen's girlfriend. You can call me Jess—," She chimed as sweet as a bell. Her presence was a boon and played a natural buffer. Tyrese relaxed slightly and offered her a handshake.

"Nice to meet you, Jess—," His eyes finally tore away from mine.

However, I didn't like how they came to rest heavily on Jessica. As if realizing this petite creature was a beautiful woman—a devious twinkle came alive in his eyes as he watched Jess stand there. I could see his gaze slide over her as ravenously as mine often did. I almost snapped at him as his lewd gaze crested on her chest and stayed there. A smirk played at his lips as if he were planning something already.

"Why are you here?" The words came out of my mouth sounding much more impatient and annoyed than they should have.

Catching the tone swiftly, Tyrese's thirsty eyes flicked over to me with a harder gleam in them.

"Ahem—if you don't mind me asking... weren't you going back to Georgia with your brother?" I tried to backpedal a little and make my line of questioning sound more out of pure, honest curiosity.

"Tch—man...the goddamn car broke down. He had to get the damn thing towed all the way back here." Apparently more pissed about his thwarted road trip than anything, Tyrese's irritation focused down solely on his misfortune.

"Oh, that's terrible!" Jessica sounded earnestly concerned.

"Oh yeah—that sucks." I did not sound as convincing. "What about booking a flight out?"

"Right now? It's the middle of the holidays." Jessica pointed out.

"Tried already—all flights are booked solid till next year," Tyrese grumbled as he turned to haul one of his suitcases off the floor, tossing it onto the bed. "I'm stuck here."

I inwardly cringed at that. My whole two-week plan was ruined, and our night of sweet passionate lovemaking was blown to bits. What was worse was the thought of Jessica staying here with the both of us for the entirety of those two weeks. Tyrese was going to steamroll me any chance he got.

"So—why the fuck you take the tape off the goddamn floor...." He was starting already. His back was turned to me as he began to unpack, but I could see just from the rigidness in his shoulders, he had been waiting to ambush me about this.

"I—was just...." I paused, looking for an answer as my throat suddenly felt very dry. "I wanted to clean up for Jess."

"It looks like you were tryna fuck on my bed. Do you think you can get out of your box when you want to? I'm putting the fucking tape back up. Don't touch it." The finality in Tyrese's furious tone didn't allow space for argument.

He was already pissed about his ruined trip, and if I pushed, he knew he could act up in front of my girlfriend just to shame me into silence. It worked...

I bowed my head as Jessica looked over at me in surprise. I could translate the thoughts in her head from the look on her face. 'Are you just going to stand there and let him talk to you like that?' I thought about it. I wanted to speak up—I nearly did, before Tyrese glared at me again.

"—and don't you think about fuckin' while I'm here. The only fuckin' gonna be done around here is by me—so unless you wanna pick up where we left...." His words were like icy fingers walking up to my spine.

I had hoped the alcohol had washed the event from his memory. That he had somehow pushed it way into the back of his mind and forgotten it totally—but he remembered what happened, and he wasn't afraid to use it against me!

"I get it! I get it! Hahaha—really missed that crass humor of yours." I babbled, covering his words with my own before Jess could catch what he was saying.

Jess's eyes lingered on me for a while. I could feel them roaming me already—that questioning in her eyes growing sharply accusatory.

"What is this? A weird game you guys play, haha....?" Oh, my sweet angel. I could tell she was trying to rationalize my cowardice. This had to be some kind of an odd joke between two men. Playful ribbing – 'boys will be boys' antics, but not as endearing.

"This ain't no game—don't play with me, Al," Tyrese grumbled severely as he started shoveling his clothes out of his bag. Looking around, he suddenly took note of the rest of his missing things. "Where're my covers? And the shit that was on my shelf? Did you fucking steal from me!?" He was standing over me before I even knew it, and on instinct, I shrank. His fists balled into boulders as he waited for me to answer.

"It's all in the closet! I didn't take anything, I swear!" I yelped.

Tyrese recalled the closet in the back but must have missed the small detail of the bookshelf being shoved over to cover it. He stomped up to it and harshly bashed it aside. Fortunately, it teetered but didn't topple—unfortunately, I couldn't say the same for everything that had been on the shelves themselves. All the contents poured off—books, tools, papers. A huge mess right onto the floor. He nearly tore the door off the hinges of the closet as he impatiently yanked that open as well.

I looked over at Jess wondering if he had scared her witless. Her expression was unreadable. I could sense the confusion, but her eyes stayed pinned to him with a different kind of fascination. There was no time to decipher it as Tyrese's ireful attention returned to me.

"Really—you just gonna throw my shit in the closet like it ain't nothin, huh? Like this ain't my fucking room—but then you wanna bitch about it when I put you out...hahaha—buddy boy, you got another thing comin'."

"Allen?" Jess's voice was a bit shaky. I could hear the anxiety welling behind my name as she uttered it. She still didn't know what was going on. If this was a game, or if he was dead serious and just about to erupt out of the closet to kick my ass. I wondered the same and froze in place, unable to offer her any soothing words.

However, no burst of explosive anger came—no unquenchable wrath raced to meet me. Instead, he sauntered from the closet with a box of his things in hand and just eyed me up and down. Calculating something as he looked me over. Then he stared over at Jessica and smiled.

"Oh, don't worry, sugar—we just playin'...you make yourself at home, baby girl." I didn't appreciate the added wink he tossed in

there, but given that he had just finished scaring the shit out of me, I wasn't going to press my luck.

Chapter Four: Biology _____

My worst days were ahead of me as Tyrese completely took over my holiday vacation plans with Jessica. Anytime I wanted to go somewhere, he'd ask me for something. Or more like demand, and then guilt me into doing it for him. He'd outright bully what he wanted out of me, other times, doing it openly in front of Jessica.

He knew how easy it was to cow me in front of her. I didn't want to look like a fool in her eyes but instead was made to look like an utter wimp as he ordered me to go on frequent food and entertainment runs. I almost felt like I was being held hostage in my own dorm. What was worse was when I'd have to leave Jessica in the room alone with him.’

She was too tired to go on all my errand running, especially in the snow. So I'd let her rest in the dorm, but Tyrese had taken up roost there nearly all day every day. Especially with all his friends, and usual booty calls off visiting their families for the holidays.

I dreaded what Tyrese and Jessica would talk about while I was away. Was he feeding her lies? Convincing her that I wasn't man

enough for her? Would he tell her about Halloween night? Or even worst! Show her that stupid picture I took while sitting on his lap!

That thought was like a dagger to the gut. What would Jessica think of me if she saw me like that? And what about what came after that? Would he tell her I fondled him or something equally ridiculous?

My blood began to boil considering what could be happening while I was away. However, each time I returned to the dorm, I had cooled off and put the issues behind me. I didn't want to stir up any unnecessary problems, given that my mind had a way of running away with itself.

I had to trust that Jessica loved me enough to respect me and our relationship. She'd no doubt turn down any advances Tyrese tried to make. It was apparent that that was on his mind, too. I could see it in the way he looked at her.

Jessica was beautiful; she had always been naturally attractive. The kind of girl who didn't need makeup and loved to eat. She was curvaceous with generous breasts. Her whole body was milky and soft to the touch. I knew Tyrese couldn't resist trying something with her, but I knew my girl wouldn't betray me like that.

That was evident in how she grew impatient with Tyrese's pushiness and petty attitude. Every time he'd ask for me to run out and get him something, she'd pout and urge me to stick up for myself. Though I wanted to—I didn't.

I told myself I was keeping the peace by giving into Tyrese's demands. But when being his whipping boy didn't seem to rattle me as much as he wanted it to; he began dragging Jessica into things. He knew she was my weakness and his questions and comments towards her hinted very obviously at what he was after.

"So—Jessie, how big are them titties?" Tyrese asked one afternoon after I had just picked up lunch from a nearby diner.

"Excuse me!" Jessica gasped.

She had every right to be offended. "Ty—that's not—," This time, I needed to stand up for her, but Tyrese wasn't going to accept that.

"That's not, what? It's just a question—don't be such a bitch." Tyrese gruffed.

Jessica gasped again, and Tyrese simply stared at me hard. Was I going to push it? His shoulders were squared as if waiting for me to get stupid with him.

"It's j-just...A little r-rude. Don't talk to her like that...." I stammered as he took a step towards me.

"And what you going to do about it if I do?" Tyrese was openly challenging me now.

I could feel Jessica looking between Tyrese and me again. Did she really expect me to go toe to toe with this guy? Her honor was at stake—but was her honor worth my life? This guy could tear me into pieces. I knew I'd lose—so I stepped back and relented.

"That's right, bitch—stay in your box...." Tyrese growled lowly at me. "So Jess—how bout them titties...."

Jessica just huffed and pinned me with an angry, disappointed look. Before marching over to my side of the room and sitting down on the edge of the bed with her back towards us. She held her arms wrapped about the wealth of her chest defensively. Now she felt uncomfortable here, and it was my fault...

***

Jessica was very upset after that and couldn't place her trust in me. I had let her down too many times, and she couldn't expect a wimp like me to protect her. I tried to continue doing what I was doing—making as little waves as possible while keeping Tyrese and Jess well supplied with frequent runs to the store or a nearby restaurant.

Tyrese's outrageous behavior seemed to simmer down as long as I kept him plied with plenty of food and things to drink. Yet, things between Jessica and I remained strained. No matter what I did, I just couldn't win back her favor. During one of my usual runs to the store, I decided that I would buy her some flowers to make up for everything I had neglected to do for her.

Maybe this small token of affection would allow a bit of forgiveness to find its way into her heart. I knew the flowers wouldn't be enough on their own, though. I'd have to do something to show her how much I loved her. I had to show her I was willing to put it all on the line.

As I walked back to the dorm, I steeled my courage. I was finally going to stand up to Tyrese. I was going to set ground rules and strip that damn tape off the floor. I was going to show Jessica what a man I could be. I wasn't going to let Tyrese bully me into a corner anymore.

This all had been going on for far too long, and it was evident the abuse would only continue if I let it. I only hoped Jessica would understand and forgive me for taking such a long time to finally man up and assert myself.

After mentally pepping myself off and rehearsing how I would call out Tyrese, I headed back up to the dorm—flowers in one hand and a bag full of take-out in the other. I wanted everyone to be happy and remain on good terms; it was still the holidays after all. I didn't want the year to end on a sour note, and it was quickly headed that way. Little did I know how much worse my year could get.

***

Things felt off the moment I got to the third floor. It was eerily quiet even for around this time of day. The silence unsettled me as I drew closer to my dorm room. I could catch the faint sound of someone breathing heavily, but it was the soft feminine hum that followed that sent a shiver up my spine.

Had that come from my room? My heart lurched into my throat. Inklings of what was going on inside clawed at the edges of my mind. Anxious as I finally got the knob in my hand and turned it. The door swung open, and there Tyrese sat on his bed.

He was reclined back, a relaxed, blissful look on his face—his shirt tugged up over his chest, revealing his toned abs. Ropes of muscle braided down his body and lined his pelvis like polished bronze. My pulse froze the moment my eyes trailed down his outstretched form.

Between his legs crouched Jessica. Her face was curtained entirely by her long hair as her head bobbed up and down in Tyrese's lap. The loud gulps and squelches turned my stomach as I imagined what her face looked like behind her hair. Her lips scratched to the limits around the girth of Tyrese's huge cock.

As if not noticing me at first, Tyrese took a double-take and then paused for a moment, seemingly surprised at my early arrival. Some sense of twisted triumph rose in me as I had caught them red-handed. I expected him to panic and jolt up off the bed.

Instead, Tyrese sank the dagger deeper in my chest by smiling at me and placing the palm of his hand on the back of Jessica's head. Pushing her down unto him and causing her to gag audibly. I went numb listening to her giggle and continued slurping him back eagerly.

Completely lost, I stood there, mouth agape and grasp slackened—watching them on the bed as the flowers and bag of food hit the floor. It was then that Jessica finally took notice, and with a loud, sloppy 'pop,' she pulled her lips from Tyrese's dick and stared over at me with smeared lipstick on her face.

I could tell she had been at it for a while, given how wet her chin and neck were from saliva and how faded her lipstick was. I could also see the prints of her mouth along with Tyrese's huge cock. Striping it like some kind of lewd candy cane. He was still erect and throbbing—every inch of his ebony length slathered in Jessica's spit.

"W-what...Jess...How could—...W-why?" I wanted to cringe at the fragility in my voice. I was on the verge of tears. It felt like my heart had been ripped out and stomped on.

"I-I...I'm sorry, Allen." Jessica apologized, offering me some form of comfort. At least she was sorry about what she did. "But this is working for me any more. I've tried to tell you for a long time, already—,"

What? What was she saying? 'This wasn't 'working'? Was she talking about her cheating, or our relationship? Cruelly enough, she could read the shocked confusion on my face and went on to explain.

"I think this trip has made me realize that I'm ready to try new and different things. You see—you're just not enough for me any more, Al."

'Not enough,' My vision blurred at those words. What did she mean not enough? Not enough what? I wanted to yell at her—scream, be furious, but I couldn't be. I was more confused and hurt than anything.

"I need a real man, Al—someone's who's going to protect me and make me feel like a woman. That's one thing that's always irritated me about you. You’re always gas-lighting me about sex and being ‘impure’ or ‘inappropriate’—but I like sex. I love watching porn and masturbating. I would have fucked you if you would have let me—but you've always been such a choir boy."

"Oh really? You ain't fuck her yet?" Tyrese chimed in with a chuckle. "You gay?" He asked me with a sly look in his eye.

"No, he's just a coward...." Jessica answered. "But Jessica...I-I love you," I said weakly.

I didn't know what else to say to her. Was that not enough? I had always been devoted to her. Was it so bad that I wanted to save sex for after marriage? I was even willing to let that slide, and I was going to make love to her the night she arrived—but Tyrese wholly ruined any chance of that—and now this?

"I love you too, Al...but not in that way. Not anymore—It's hard to find you attractive when you remind me so much of my sister." She just couldn't help but continue to stab me with her words.

Stunned, and wounded I just stood there—fists clenched.

"Uh-oh... What up, homeboy? You wanna fight? Let me finish with yo girl first; I'll get to you in a minute." Tyrese sneered with dark amusement as he pulled Jessica over into his lap.

Nausea tumbled through my gut as his fingers dug into her hips—kneading them. He laid a crisp smack on the curve of her ass and grinned at me. "Maybe more than a few minutes..."

"I've said my piece, Al—you can leave, or you can stand there and watch me take this fat cock. Your choice." Jessica said to me plainly as she stood up and bent over—removing her leggings and tugging down her panties.

Angry—confused—conflicted. My mind spun, not sure of what to do. I wanted to lash out at them, but there was no way I could overpower Tyrese. He'd throttle me before I could do any real damage. And despite Jessica breaking my heart completely—I couldn't bear the thought of hurting her. Instead, the only thing I could think about was how her virgin hole was about to be gaped by Tyrese's thick nine-inch cock.

A tingling sensation sprung to life at the base of my scrotum. It was an odd sensation that grew as I stood there watching. A part of me wailed for me to turn and leave, and yet—this sinful curiosity took hold of me. I watched as Jessica lowered herself into Tyrese's lap.

At first, she leaned into him and hissed as his bulbous crown hooked into her. I could see her struggling and writhing as she sat back, and Tyrese guided her—tugging her the rest of the way down his generous length.

"Oooooohhh!!" Jessica cried out in a mix of pain and pleasure. She shivered as her walls were reshaped to Tyrese's cumbersome size.

"Mmm—damn baby, you are so fucking tight...." Tyrese sighed in ecstasy. Looking over Jessica's shoulder at me, Tyrese snickered. "If you're going to stand there and watch, at least close the door—dumbass."

Again, my legs refused to respond, and I remained fixed in place, mesmerized by the interlocking of their bodies.

"Really—you're going to stay?" Jessica sighed.

I could see her senses starting to melt from being penetrated so profoundly. She could barely muster her words, and the look of lust in her eyes was thick. She began to rock in Tyrese's lap, groaning and moaning softly as his cock kneaded itself deeper into her.

"Haha—how bout a show, lil'man." Tyrese chuckled and hooked his arms under Jessica's legs, drawing them up and lifting her completely into his lap. I could see everything at this angle, and the view drew a deep gulp from me as I grew heated at the salacious sight.

Tyrese's cock was embedded to the hilt, filling Jessica absolutely to the brim. Her puffy vulva looked red and angry from being

pried apart so mercilessly by the dark girthy, veiny monster burrowing into her core—and yet, she looked so wet.

Her thighs and lips glistened from her arousal, and I watched with shame as Jessica's eyes rolled and her head dropped back. Her sweet mouth opened and crooned out with each swing of Tyrese's powerful hips. My breath became heavier watching them. The sounds of their messy sexes colliding filled my ears, and their raw scent suffocated the small space.

Before I realized it, I had grown stiff watching their hard rutting. Shamefully I held my erection at first, trying to conceal it, but then growing impatient at the pressure building up. I couldn't help but begin to stroke myself as I watched them.

I had lost—totally and without a doubt. I had lost everything—in my defeated state, I took what I could get. Even obediently shutting the door behind me before returning to my shameful voyeurism, observing them.

My hand stroked and pinched the erection growing in my pants as I watched Jessica be fucked senselessly. Tyrese battered her virgin hole with his hose-like organ—dragging the entire length of his cock out of her before slamming it back in. The force of his hips created a loud crisp 'pap' with each thrust against Jessica's moist plump hind.

I could only imagine the sweet friction between their bodies as they slid against one another—their passion growing more fervent. I could hear it in their unsteady breathing. Jessica's panting had become incredibly erratic as she bounced up and down, taking almost every inch of him into her. The look on her face was virtually unreadable—caught between extreme pleasure and scintillating agony.

I had never seen the woman I loved so unhinged before. Her pale skin flushed with the continued effort. Jessica began slamming herself back down onto Tyrese more ferociously. I became hypnotized by how Tyrese lifted her shirt. Revealing that her large breasts how flopped out of the cups of her bra. They bounced with her vigorous gyrations. Cracking open her eyes for a moment, she spotted me and laughed for a brief second as she caught sight of what I had been doing.

"Beating off to this? You sick little perv. I knew it—," Jessica uttered through a breathless chuckle and then redoubled her effort.

So that's what she really thought of me? I was some sick little pervert? They both had thought so little of me—and here I was proving them right. At this point, I didn't care anymore. If they were going to cum, then so would I. Unzipping my pants, I tugged

my erection out and began feverishly stroking myself as they continued their sloppy ride.

Tyrese grinned and laughed at my display, even heckling me. "Careful where you point that tiny prick!"

I ignored him, instead, focusing on the joining of their bodies. The lewd sight of his engorged glans still lodged so deeply within Jessica's tight aching pussy. I did my best to imagine myself there instead. Fucking Jessica's pussy vigorously, but then another thought began to invade my mind.

What if it was the other way around, and I was the one in Tyrese's lap? I couldn't fight the image of Tyrese working that fat sloppy dick into my unused anus. I have no idea why my mind went there, but it did—and the pleasure grew the longer I envisioned it.

I nearly grew envious of Jessica—knowing she was experiencing something I wouldn't get to have, and yet I felt so conflicted over wanting that. Wanting Tyrese to be as deep inside me as he was in Jessica. Maybe I was just too hurt to think straight. The hormones and grief were mingling strangely.

"Hhaaaaahhh!!" Jessica hummed up and tensed. Her legs spasmed as Tyrese held her in place. Her entrance puckered

around his girth as she mewled, and I could tell she had come hard, as her whole body went limped against him.

"Mmh! That's it, baby, squeeze me tight—just like that...." Tyrese grunting bucking up into her persistently.

More throbbing veins etched themselves across his exposed cock and then with one last forceful shove. Tyrese buried himself totally within Jessica and let out a deep guttural groan as he orgasmed. My own pace picked up upon seeing the way his hose-like organ pumped within Jessie's womb. Staining her inner walls with his seed.

Eventually, his length emptied and shrank, slumping from her depths and dragging ropy strings of cum out of her. Some of them tinged red with Jessica's virginal blood mixed in. It was at that sight that my tears finally spilled over—landing on my hands as I worked myself. Using my own tears as some scornful twisted lubrication. My own utter shame drove me forward mindlessly as I finished despite myself. Cumming feebly onto the floor in front of me.

All three of us were left spent and panting. Staring back and forth at each other. I pulled my eyes away and stared at the ground as Tyrese smiled at me, and Jessica bristled angrily.

"I knew you were weird—Al. But for fuck sake, man up." Jessica panted as she dismounted Tyrese. She stood on shaky legs, but there was a look of total relief on her face as she shifted and more of Tyrese's essence dripped from her abused entrance—running down her thighs.

"Damn, that was so good...." She touched the sore folds of her pussy and licked her lips. "I'm getting the fuck out of here, but feel free to give me a call, Ty."

Tyrese sat up and patted her naked backside as she stepped over to retrieve clean clothes.

"Of course, Sweetheart." His eyes shot over to me in snide mocking.

Jessica pulled a suitcase from under my bed. It looked like she had already packed her things and had been ready to leave for some time. That became obvious as she changed and slipped her coat on.

She gave Tyrese a kiss on the cheek, purring at him, "Thanks for making my first time so memorable."

Then she turned to me with a much colder air. "Allen—thank you for everything, but you and I are over... You need some serious mental help." Her eyes trailed over me with such disgust, that I felt myself shrink a few more inches in height under them.

Jessica left straight after that. No further goodbyes or explanations. Just gone—just like that. And I was left alone with Tyrese, who was smugger than ever before. He couldn't stop beaming at me and chuckling.

"That’s what you get when you disobey me...I take what I want, bitch." He uttered arrogantly.

I just hung my head and said nothing as I tried to slip my penis back into my pants.

"No, no, no—leave it out. Let me get a good look at that tiny peanut." Tyrese waved my hands away and laughed again upon seeing my modest sex hanging out of my pants. "No wonder she doesn't want your ass... fuckin' micro peen over here, haha! Now look at this—now this is a dick." Tyrese grabbed himself, sliding the slicked flesh of his cock through his hand and eyeing me as he did so. Watching me see if the way he fondled himself stirred me in any way.

Sheepishly I fidgeted and tried to look away, but I couldn't help glancing at his impressive sex.

"This the type of dick women be trippin' over to get a piece of. Like your girl— Mmm...man, she was so tight and wet. God—makes me fucking horny just thinking about it." Tyrese hummed and sighed as if recalling the sweetness of Jessica's womb.

"I almost feel bad you didn't get to hit that for yourself...hahaha—almost." Tyrese was digging in—I sank under the weight of every word he spoke. "The most you can do now—is get a taste of her delicious pussy."

I looked up at him, confused. That was never going to happen now—she had just broken up with me and left. Then I saw the dark lust in his gaze simmering as he looked over at me.

"Yeah—why don't you come over here and clean the mess your bitch left on my dick...." Tyrese growled thickly.

His hand curled around his sex. Gripping and pumping it as it began to swell with need once more. I was shocked and in awe

over how quickly he seemed to rebound but even more appalled and bewildered at his command. Did he actually want me to—did he expect me to...suck him off?

All my thoughts slammed to a halt. Was he fucking with me again? I was tired of this — "Shut the fuck up, Tyrese...."

"What did you say?" Tyrese's eyes lit up at the challenge in my voice. Was he waiting for this?

"You heard me—,"

"Ho—ho...growing some balls when it's already far too late." Tyrese leaned back on the bed. Perching himself on his elbows and leaving his sloppy sex in full view as he spoke.

"That's fine—but it would be a real shame if those pictures of you suddenly got spread around." Tyrese scoffed and watched my expression morph with morbid interest.

"The..pictures..." I muttered, suddenly recalling the Halloween night pictures. "So what..." I held my ground.

"Those pictures—Jessica seeing you acting like a wimpy little pervert... Hmm, I wonder what people would think. Especially your family. Jess told me all about them—very strict. Highly religious. Oof—to think if your parents saw how you're acting... hahaha, oh man."

A lump grew in my throat. How much had Jessica told him? She must have told him everything with that wicked look present in his eyes. He was going to use anything he could against me. This must have been how Russell ended up owing him all that money.

"How much do you want...." I spat out, guessing that he was blackmailing me for cash.

"Tch—Allen... I've already told you...." Tyrese said calmly. "I don't want your money...."

His hand went to his sex again, suggestively pumping it into his fist as he eyed me intensely. "You want me to stay quiet? Don't want me to stir the pot by accidentally spreading some 'innocent' photos that get the rumors going..." His smile slowly grew. "Then you know what to do...."

Fear seized me. I tried to weigh my options, but there didn't seem to be any other recourse left. The walls were closing in around me.

My reputation, all my achievements, my standing with my family—it was all at stake, and I had already lost so much. My sweet Jessica had already seen a side of me that I was scarcely aware was even there myself. What was happening to me?

"I'm waiting—...." Tyrese laid back again.

This time pointing his eyes to the ceiling with impatient disinterest. He was giving me an ultimatum and no time to try to formulate a plan. I bit my lip as my heart started to pound in my chest. Was I really going to do this?

Astonishment washed over me—bitter astonishment as I crept forward and lowered myself onto my knees between his folded legs. I marveled at how wide and well muscled his thighs were. Then slowly, I reached out and touched him. His sticky length was so hot and reactive. It twitched between my fingertips, and I felt Tyrese lightly bristle in excitement.

"Mmmh—that's what I thought, you little bitch...now clean all of it." He whispered through a desire-filled hiss.

Heat rose through me at his words—they titillated me somehow. Bolstering my fingers as they slid over his cumbersome sex. Griping it and massaging it till it was erect and tall once more. I

could smell the remnants of Jessica's nectar still on his cock. A pungent brackish smell that aroused me with her feminine pheromones yet filled me with anxiety as it mingled with Tyrese's more masculine scent.

All of my senses were confused. Parts of me were disgusted, and other parts were completely engrossed. Nervously, I stared at the daunting size of Tyrese's manhood. I wondered how Jessica managed to fit any part of him into her mouth but fathomed that I could do the same.

However, this was my first time ever doing anything like this—tentatively, I leaned forward. First smelling Tyrese's sex deeply, I allowed the sloshing in my nervous stomach to settle before finally I opened my mouth. Slowly, testingly, I stuck my tongue out and ran it under the curve of his shaft.

Tyrese hissed—the muscles in his abdomen contracted and sharpened. The sight and reaction of his body drew me further in. As sickened as I was by how aroused I was by his responses, I couldn't help myself from growing erect at the taste and texture of his raw sex.

"Heh... don't be shy now. Get in there...." Tyrese's large hand swung down and cupped the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto his scrotum. Urging me to lick there.

I obeyed—gliding my tongue over his sack and lapping up the salty taste of his dimpled skin. Along with the tangy remnants of Jessica's juicy pussy that had pooled there during their romp. The flavor left me salivating and wanting more. I was surprised at myself for how impassioned I grew as I slathered his cock with my mouth completely. As if worshiping some evil god—paying tribute to him with my tongue.

"Ooohh...Haaa...fuck—that's it." Tyrese groaned, encouraging me.

He pinched my chin in one of his hands, guiding my mouth to the bulbous crown of his cock. His other hand impatiently pushed me down onto the tip of it. His fingers curled cruelly into stray locks from my head—controlling the pulse of my bobbing head. Urging me to go faster as I tried to fit more than just the end of his cock into my mouth.

He was so thick, I thought he'd split my lips if I pushed him too far in. They stretchered painfully to the point where tears gathered in my eyes, and I began to sputter as Tyrese lost control and began thrusting upward. Fucking my face forcefully. I no longer had any control over the movements of my head. I could only hold on tightly as Tyrese roughly rutted into my throat; ignoring all of my gagging and choking.

Saliva ran from my mouth—spilling over my lips and running down my bulging throat as he slid himself further back entering into my esophagus. I clawed at the bed and his legs trying to fight for some air, but Tyrese only laughed at me and moaned. Before finally, he relinquished his steely hold on me and tugged his cock from my throat—allowing me some much-needed air. I fell back onto my haunches, completely a mess—spittle dribbling down my chin and my eyes running from having gagged harshly.

"Not bad for your first time—you'll need more practice but don't worry. I'll make an expert out of you." Tyrese was breathing heavily as he sat up and looked at my crumpled form between his legs. "—feels like something is missing...." Tyrese scanned me and then began looking around.

His eyes fell onto the soiled clothing Jessica left behind. It was a bulky knit sweater—a powdery yellow color and a pink pleated skirt. Tyrese's seed had spattered onto the skirt itself, leaving it riddled with droplets of his oily cum. He grabbed up the rumpled articles of clothing and tossed them at me.

"Put those on... Let's see what else Miss Jessica left behind...." He stood from the bed and walked over to the dresser where she had been storing her things for the time being. I watched him rifle through the drawers, wondering what he was looking for, but he glanced at me in irritation.

"Put that shit on...what are you waiting for?"

I looked down at the clothes in my lap. The light yellow cable knit sweater—soft and warm. Most likely, angora. The skirt itself was made out of fabric similar to tweed. It was heavy and a bit itchy. No wonder she didn't care to take it with her.

Pondering my options as I looked down at the clothing, I had already come this far— there was no turning back. I stripped down and slipped on the sweater and skirt. Surprisingly they fit my slender frame like a glove.

The sweater still hung much more baggy around my thin shoulders than Jessica’s, whose generous breasts filled up most of it. But the skirt fell right over my knees. It was odd how comfortable I felt wearing a woman's garments. This was the second time I had done something like this, and it was weird how easy I found it. Testingly, I swung my hips and swirled the skirt around my narrow legs.

"You're not bad looking...." Tyrese muttered. His attention was back on me as he approached me. Looming over me with that heated look in his eyes again. "Not bad at all...here I found these...use them."

He shoved a pallet of makeup and lipstick into one of my hands, and into the other, he shoved a small egg-shaped vibrator. I blushed, immediately recognizing it. It was a sex toy I was going to give to Jessica—I had hoped it would spice up our sex life, but she never got to use it.

"What do you w-want me to do w-with t-these...?" I asked as I stared between the objects in my hands.

"Wear them, dumbass...." Tyrese laid back on his bed, watching me closely while petting himself to keep his erection flushed.

The makeup was an easily fulfilled request. I clumsily painted my lips and powdered my eyelids in a light blue, but I had no idea what he wanted me to do with the vibrator.

"Ummm...Ty?" I looked over at him once I finished applying the makeup. "This..." I stared down at the egg in my hand. Tyrese just scoffed and gestured for me to sit next to him on the bed.

"Bend over..." He said plainly.
"What?"
"Bend over—you heard me." Tyrese insisted.

"But why?" Anxiety rose in my chest.
"I'm gonna put this in your ass...." He explained coldly.

"What!?" I yelped at the thought. I had never had anything slid into my ass before, but

I knew it would be painful.

"Stop asking stupid questions that have obvious answers. If you're gonna be my bitch

—I'm going to fuck your asshole, but I don't want to kill your dumbass making you take the whole thing all at once. This is practice...." He held up the small egg between his thumb and index finger. "You'll start with this and move up until you can handle my cock. Get it?"

My mouth hung open as I stared at the egg and then blinked over at him. He wanted to fuck my ass? I dared to glance down at his giant dick again. He was right—I'd die if he tried to put that whole thing in me right away.

Swallowing hard, I accepted that the only alternative was to take the egg. Even then— the way he said 'this is practice' gave me the impression that he had plans for me. With no will left to argue, I turned and bent over for him. Tyrese tugged off my boxers,

hissing, "Don't wear these ugly fucking things again... from now on—you wear pretty panties... like the bitch you are, understand?"

I winced as his hand struck my bare ass cheek, and he repeated more forcefully, "Understand?"

"Ahh...yes—I understand...." I groaned as the sting of his fingerprints rang through my flesh.

"Good—hold still...." His hand was on me again, this time spreading the cheeks of my buttocks apart. I shivered at the sensation. Feeling my most sensitive areas pried apart and intrusively examined. "Oooh—such a cute little pink hole...."

His fingers prodded the clench of my seal, earning a sudden jolt from me. He chuckled at my reaction but continued. Making my breath hitch again as his fingertips circled my anus. I could hear the wetness of his mouth as he pooled spit onto his tongue and let it dribble down along my crack. His long fingers worked to massage the slick wetness into my hole. I jolted and hissed each time he testingly pressed against the seal. Then, I felt it—the smooth dome of the egg flush against my entrance.

"Deep breath..." Tyrese spoke in a low warning and then pressed harder until my pucker gave way, slowly but surely allowing the smooth object to begin slipping inside.

My eyes blanched, and I found it hard to exhale. The pain was mind-blowing. I had never felt anything as agonizing, especially as it reached its widest point, stretching my anus to a new limit. I clutched at the bed, at my skirt—anything to hold on to some shred of self-restraint as Tyrese pushed it the rest of the way in. It popped in soundly as passed the midpoint, and I inhaled sharply, if only to fill my strangled lungs.

"Not bad—not bad...." Tyrese was never generous, but an odd feeling of accomplishment washed over me when he allowed me even just a sliver of acknowledgment.

That devilish smile was on his face again as he stared down at my already exhausted and feminized form. In his hand he held the remote control that controlled the vibrator within me.

"I wonder what these buttons do...." He hummed and began fiddling with the remote.

The egg nestled inside my anal cavity sprung to life. Jittering violently in my anus— massaging my channel and tortuously

stimulating my prostate. It was a completely new sensation for me. I writhed and groaned, holding my stomach and rocking. My channel throbbed and protested; threatening to push the egg out, but Tyrese held his hand there. Pressing the clench of my pucker closed.

"Ah-ah-ah...you keep that in there...and get back to sucking, you little slut." Tyrese growled at me, gripping my hair with his free hand and yanking my head down to his naked pelvis.

So overcome with this new mind-boggling pleasure, I could barely move. Every shift of my body made the vibrations thrum through my core more intensely. I could barely get a hold of myself as I started to unravel from the intense hum ringing through me.

With my thoughts broken up into incoherent splinters, I was compelled to heed Tyrese's grip. Lowering myself between his legs again. I shivered as my body curled into itself. My breath hitching more as the toy rumbling inside me threatened to fall out should I squat any lower. The pressure in my stomach began to build.

"Mmmh—," I fought the urge to moan, but Tyrese could see the pleasure welling in my expression.

He smiled sadistically before grabbing my face and shoving the thick end of his cock into my lips. Obediently I relaxed my jaw and allowed him in; the smooth swollen tip of his glans swept against my tongue languidly. Lost to the overwhelming stimulation and the musky taste of his body—my mind was a haze, and I gave in. Sucking and lapping at him more eagerly than before. Soft moans and groans of pleasure lit the air, and much to my shock, some of those sounds had originated from me. What was I doing? Was I really enjoying this?

I was humiliated and completely broken down, but I felt free somehow in this space between total oblivion. It exhilarated me—my heart pounded faster, thinking about what would happen if someone saw me like this. That rush of utter and complete embarrassment juxtaposes a sweet surge of adrenaline. Was this what living felt like?

Was I teetering on the edge of carnal madness? I couldn't tell—nor did I truly care. Right now, all I wanted was to milk every ounce of nectar from this bronzed god's beautiful loins. I could see Jessica's lips still smeared on the girth of him, and a desire to surpass her bloomed within me.

My vision blurred with tears as I pushed myself past my limits. Choking sloppily, I took Tyrese further into my throat—staining his already sullied cock with more lipstick smears that ringed his length like notches of honor. The further down I marked him, the

more emboldened I became. Gagging and sputtering as his sex clogged my esophagus—filling it to the brim.

I could feel Tyrese losing grip on his control. His body began to twitch and writhe under the bobbing of my head. His hips rocked in tangent with my swaying. His breath grew erratic, and for the first time—the giant bully had nothing to say. That gave me more pleasure than anything.

The only sound that emitted from him was a final strangled groan as he gripped my hair and pushed my head down again. My throat felt like it would split open like a ripe banana if he thrust himself any deeper.

Helpless, I could only hang onto his hips as my jaw was pried slack and hung open as he erupted. I could feel a steady stream of his load dribbling into my stomach. The sensation made my mouth water. I drooled onto Jessica's sweater as Tyrese held my mouth captive. My blurry eyes tried to focus on Tyrese. I could see a sheen of sweat had glazed his fit body as he finished cumming down my throat.

He let me go, and I slumped back onto my bare ass. The vibrator rattled against the seal of my anus, audibly jittering within me as I sat on the hardwood. A gasp escaped me as the floor pushed the toy deeper in me when I relaxed back. It felt so good—I began

touching myself as I pushed my backside more flush with the ground.

Tyrese watched on with spent amusement. "Enjoying yourself? You know—this suits you...yeah, I like this." He watched me fondle myself from under Jessica's skirt. My boyish features were all hidden under the loose folds of her sweater and the wealth of the pleated skirt. "If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were a girl—that sweet mouth, those big eyes and those scrawny legs...Mmmh—yeah..."

Lost in a lecherous haze, Tyrese mumbled out loud to himself. His voice grew quiet as he looked at me, watching me masturbate. He was planning something again—I could see it in his eyes. "Your gonna be my bitch, Al—... I'mma turn your ass out proper...." He announced, rubbing his hands together—that heavy gaze of his still locked to me.

I didn't know what he met by 'turn my ass out proper,' but I could surmise that this wouldn't be the end of it. Tyrese was going to take more from me. Now that he knew he could— he was going to take me for all I was worth, and to him, the only thing of value I had was my body.

I shivered at the thought. I would be forced to comply with all his dark desires or face being exposed by him. My heart thundered,

but even with the fear surmounting, I couldn't stop myself from cumming.

"Arghmmmh..." I gasped and mewled, crumpling as my body pulsed and grew hot all over.

I orgasmed hard, spasming and spattering Jessica's skirt with semen. As the powerful shockwave of pleasure pulsed through me—it pushed the vibrating egg out from within the depths of my body. The toy fell out of me and rumbled loudly against the floor as I stared up at Tyrese, wholly mortified. I couldn't believe that I had been so depraved all this time. To orgasm to something like this. Tyrese let out a dark chuckle and flipped the switch on the egg's remote, shutting it off.

"I think Allen is too much of a man's name for a nice slice of pussy like you...." Tyrese stroked his chin as he regarded me. Like he had just picked out his new pet was about to name her. "How about—Allie..."He uttered simply. His wicked grin spelled my end.