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The Class Project By Janice Dreamer Chapter 10 Cathy smiled and stirred in her sleep. She was having a wonderful dream. She snuggled contentedly into her nice warm pillow. Something tickled her nose and she opened her eyes to find her 'pillow' was a strong manly chest and it was a tuft of hair on that same chest that had tickled her awake. Her heart was suddenly near bursting with joy - this was no dream after all! Not wanting to disturb Greg she closed her eyes again and listened to the slow 'lub-lub' of his heartbeat. She could stay like this forever. Anybody who questioned the meaning of life had obviously never experienced the thrill of waking in a lover's arms. Unable to deny herself any longer she carefully tilted her head to gaze into the cherished face of her sleeping man. Only to discover that he was awake already and solemnly watching her. Two great minds with the same thought, she wryly remembered the old clich?. His expression was somewhere between awe and complete disbelief at his stroke of luck. She grinned foolishly and patted his chest affectionately. "Hey," she whispered. "Hey yourself," he replied. His mouth stretched into a stupid grin to mirror her own. "You know, I was just lying here thinking..." "Oh? About?" He shifted slightly and brought his arm around her, stroking her upper arm tenderly. His grin turned devilish and he said, "What the hell took us so long?" She took a long moment to kiss his chest tenderly then turned back with a sexy twinkle in her eye. "Oh I don't know... last night I was kinda *impressed* by how long you took." He laughed. What had taken them so long indeed? She was just so incredibly sexy, he thought, he couldn't understand why he'd never seen it before. He'd enjoyed their friendship in the past and occasionally the thought crossed his mind that she was so much fun to be around that they might have something more. But she'd always maintained a slight distance, as if she were afraid to get too intimate. After a couple of failed relationships the last thing he'd been looking to find was a new girlfriend when a chance encounter had reunited them. His ex-girlfriends, while being perfectly fine women, had never seemed to be on the same wavelength with him the way that Cathy was. He felt incredibly fortunate that she was not 'the one that got away'. "Well you just seem to have a knack for making me drag things out." "Hmmm, speaking of dragging things out..." Cathy reached down to fondle his penis. She was delighted when she discovered he was already rock hard and raring to go. * * * * * Some time later they lay contentedly in each other's arms. Cathy felt so lucky to have found someone like Greg. He was perfect for her - she'd known it since the day they met. And now the impossible dream had come true - they'd become lovers *and* their friendship was as strong as ever. He was truly one in a million, not like some guys she could think of. Involuntarily her thoughts turned to that snake Brad. She frowned slightly, hating to spoil her blissful mood. She wished Robyn would find someone as special as she had. She had a very bad feeling that Robyn was doomed to be terribly hurt if she remained in that relationship. If she could even call it that - she doubted that Brad was capable of an adult relationship. He was a player, out for his own jollies and that was all. But how could she convince Robyn of that without crushing her friend's fragile ego? Greg noticed the pensive look on her face and gave her a gentle squeeze. "You okay, Cathy?" Cathy smiled up at him reassuringly. "I'm fine, Greg. And you... wow! You were *amazing*!" "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself, Ma'am." He doffed an imaginary hat acknowledging her praise. "You were pretty incredible yourself. So why the frown-y face? I hope I didn't hurt you?" "No. I was just thinking about Robyn." She looked at her bedside alarm and sat up. "I should probably give her a call." Greg pulled her back into his embrace. "Can't it wait? I was kind of enjoying the moment here," he teased. She could allow herself to snuggle a bit longer she supposed, giving in to his urging. "I imagine a couple more minutes wouldn't hurt. But I do need to call her soon. I'm a little worried about her." "She seems like a nice girl. And the fact she's a total babe is a nice bonus." He waggled his eyebrows in an exaggerated imitation of an aroused leer. Cathy elbowed him playfully in the ribs. "She is a nice girl. Aside from being a 'babe'." "Hey, you're a total babe too! Besides, I'm a guy. I'm supposed to look." "As long as all you do is look." She gave him a mock- threatening glare. "Cross my heart. I'd much rather look at you anyway." That earned him a grin and a kiss. "So, you two been friends long?" "Not all that long." Cathy shook her head. "But I really like her. And I think she's amazingly brave. What do you think about her?" "I don't know about brave." Greg shrugged noncommittally. "But she seems nice. Maybe a little spacey. Is she having some problems or something?" "She's just a little... confused right now. Going through some stuff. You know." "MmmmHmmm. And you want to 'mother' her. You've always cared a lot about your friends. Go ahead and call her - you'll worry yourself to death until you do." Cathy grinned, enjoying his implied compliment. She reached for the phone and punched in Robyn's number. When Greg shifted around, preparing to get out of bed, she shook her head and placed her hand on his chest. Hang on a sec, she mouthed. Greg heard her greet Robyn then, as she listened to her friend a moment, she smiled devilishly up at him and winked. She whispered excitedly into the phone, "Yeah! He's here with me now..." "Hi Robyn!" Greg called. He heard a squeal of delight come from the other end of the line. Women. They just loved to chatter about their love lives. He extricated himself from Cathy's embrace and stood up. "I'll just leave you girls alone for a bit so you can talk about me in private. If you need me I'll be in the shower." "Robyn says 'bye'," Cathy said as he pulled the bathroom door shut behind him. She raised her voice to be heard through the door. "And you better shave 'cause we're heading over to her place in a little while!" * * * * * "Wow. I just can't get over it," Jim said for the third time, shaking his head in wonder. "I can't believe how much you've changed... I mean you just look so *great*." Cathy smiled a bit ruefully, enjoying the compliment but a little irritated at its left-handed nature. "Okay, okay! Thanks already. But... Geesh! I wasn't a total dog before," she said a bit waspishly. The expression on Jim's face was priceless. "No! Oh no! I didn't mean that, Cathy! For real! I... I just meant... oh damn!" Cathy laughed. "Man, is your face red! It's okay, Jim. I'm still a bit amazed over the changes myself." Jim grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry. It's just that with Robyn... well, even though I *know* how she used to look... there's like a total disconnect there. It's like she's a whole new person who I've known all my life but I'm just now getting to know. If that makes sense. But *you*... wow. I can still see the old you. You're still recognizably you. Yet you look so very, very different!" "I understand, Jim. Robyn's like an online buddy you've become best friends with and always pictured one way but when you finally meet she's not at all like you imagined. But I'm the neighbor girl you've seen but never really looked at until suddenly I come home from college with a new wardrobe, no braces and breasts." Jim nodded enthusiastically. "That's it exactly! You're like an airbrushed version of yourself." He gave her a little wink and added playfully, "And if I may say, a very *fine* version indeed!" Cathy blushed. She'd thought Jim was the most 'normal' of the three computer geeks who lived here but he'd always been standoffish with her. Sure it was superficial for him to treat her differently just because of her appearance. But it was also human. And she had to admit that she hadn't invited friendliness previously - in fact she'd done her best to appear aloof and above it all. Jim was a fairly decent looking guy and it was a nice ego boost to have him flirt with her, even if he was half joking about it. "Airbrushed am I?" Cathy said teasingly. She sucked in her cheeks and thrust out her chest and said in her best imitation of a beauty queen, "I'm ready for my close-up Mr. Hefner." Robyn stood off to one side, silently observing this interchange. She was vaguely irritated. What was Cathy doing flirting with Jim? She already had Greg. Jim was *her* friend. She had to fight an urge to interpose herself between the two of them. Instead she forced herself to ignore them and turned to the fourth person in the room. Greg was standing near the door where he'd been since their arrival a couple minutes ago. After Robyn completed a brief introduction Jim and Cathy had immediately begun gushing over each other, totally ignoring everyone else. He had a confused expression on his face, completely unable to follow the conversation. "Hey Greg, should we leave these two alone or what?" Robyn asked archly. She unconsciously thrust her own chest out and her mouth formed a sexy little pout. Cathy shot her a startled look. The girl was jealous! And she was demonstrating it in an utterly female way. Catty, catty Robyn, she thought, you go, girl! It was so much fun watching Robyn acting like such a girl. And not even realizing she was doing it. Greg shook his head weakly. He obviously didn't enjoy being caught in the middle. Even more obviously he didn't like watching Cathy flirt with another guy. "So, Jim! How 'bout them Cowboys?" he asked in a lame effort to break the tension. Jim looked at Greg like he was seeing him for the first time. He was totally clueless to the little drama playing out between Robyn and Cathy. But it did suddenly strike him that Cathy was Greg's girlfriend. He immediately stepped back from her. No way would he poach on another guy's girl, especially not while he was right there in the room with them. He held up his hands in a silent gesture of 'hands off'. "Hey man, I don't know. They've got a really strong backfield this year. They might go all the way." Cathy flashed Jim a grateful smile then stepped over to put her arm around Greg's waist. She rolled her eyes dramatically at Robyn and said, "Guys. What is it about football that fascinates them so?" Robyn paused uncertainly. She was irrationally relieved that Jim and Cathy were no longer acting so... friendly. She didn't understand her own feelings since it was no skin off her nose if they liked each other. Even if they liked each other *a lot*, she forced herself to think the words, then more power to them. Maybe she was just watching Greg's back, who was a really nice guy? But now Cathy was hanging all over Greg and including Robyn in their 'sisterly conspiracy against the guys'. She still felt irritated at Cathy for how she'd behaved but she was also glad to drop the whole thing since she really didn't want to fight with her. "It's a mystery to me," Robyn said, deciding to play along. "I never really liked sports all that much when I was... Oops!" She caught herself, realizing that Greg wasn't privy to her past. An awkward silence descended on the group as Cathy and Jim studiously ignored Robyn's slight gaff. Greg was growing ever more confused as these snippets of conversation flew back and forth. Cathy had changed, he knew, but he just thought it was a result of her maturing. A lot of women grew more beautiful as they entered their twenties. But Jim acted as if it was instantaneous - maybe plastic surgery? And everyone acted like Robyn had changed even more drastically. There definitely seemed to be some secret that he wasn't in on. "Does anyone want to fill me in on what exactly you're all talking about?" There was a long pregnant pause then Cathy looked questioningly at Robyn. "Robyn? You stand the most to lose. It's your decision." Robyn shrugged. "I don't mind. But will he believe us?" Greg shook his head. "Hang on a minute," he said. "I don't want you telling me anything that can hurt someone here. If it's none of my business just say so and I'll understand." Cathy gazed at Greg appraisingly. She was in love with him. More importantly, she trusted him implicitly. "Greg... what we're about to tell you is going to sound like something straight out of Science Fiction. But I swear on... I swear on my love for you that it's the absolute truth." Cathy stared up at him awaiting and fearing his reaction. Greg's eyes widened at her mention of love. "Cathy... I... I love you too. I think I have for a long time..." Cathy cut him off when she jumped into his arms and kissed him passionately. They spent a few lingering moments cooing over each other before they separated. Even still they couldn't wipe the silly happy expressions from their faces. Robyn and Jim watched the little exchange in silence. Robyn wore a smile nearly as silly as Cathy's while Jim's expression was bland and slightly bored. When the couple came up for air Robyn rushed over and hugged Cathy. The two women bounced up and down happily and squealed in delight. Meanwhile Greg shot Jim an embarrassed glance and shrugged. "Ladies! Ladies!" Jim said. "Let's break it up and get back to the issue at hand." He turned to Greg and added, "Okay, Greg, where were we?" "Anyway I trust you," Greg continued when everyone had settled down. "So if you feel you must confide some secret in me... well I'm willing to listen. And I swear it won't leave this room." Cathy and Robyn with occasional color commentary from Jim spent a large part of the next hour filling Greg in on the facts. He wasn't easily convinced but he could find no motive for them to fabricate such a fantastic story. He had the evidence of Cathy's improved appearance (which he still thought of as natural blossoming rather than a supernatural effect). And the videotape. Even more compelling was that his friends seemed absolutely sincere. But he still couldn't grasp the situation at gut level. Greg sat quietly collecting his thoughts while the tape rewound. The others had finished recounting the story and were looking at him expectantly. He and Robyn were seated on opposite ends of the sofa with Cathy in an armchair next to Greg's end of the couch. Jim stood leaning in the kitchen doorway, too full of nervous energy to sit for very long. "So you're saying you're really that fa... that big guy on the video?" Greg asked, finally breaking the silence. Robyn nodded. "Well I can't help it. I'll accept that you're telling me the truth. At least until something proves you wrong. But I just can't picture you as anything but a girl. I hope you don't mind?" Robyn shrugged. "I don't mind. It's understandable. Besides, I kind of like it." She flashed him a sunny smile. "We never met when I was Bob. And now I'm not feeling much like a guy anyway. It's amazing but when people treat you a certain way then you begin to accept it and even think of yourself in that same way. When I was that fat slob," She caught the look of embarrassment on Greg's face and grinned up at him and winked. "Yes, I know that's what you were thinking when you saw the video. And that's what I was. Anyway, when I was Bob people didn't treat me very nicely. I know that in a perfect world appearances shouldn't matter but our society is far from perfect. I was envious of more attractive people and grew withdrawn and sullen. It was a perfect feedback loop - the less people liked me the more unlikable I became. But that feedback loop works both ways. Now people treat me completely different. And I love it. So I guess I'm becoming more lovable." Robyn blushed prettily. Jim stood off to one side watching Robyn, a pensive expression on his face. Truer words were never spoken, he thought. He was still taking it all in, but he had to admit that at times Robyn certainly acted more like a teenage girl than his old friend Bob. That little hugfest she and Cathy had a while back was pure female. But when her guard was up - then he saw the old Bob's defensiveness and he thought it didn't suit her. As she'd just said, she seemed a much happier, much nicer person than Bob had been. Robyn's explanation was not lost on Cathy either. She'd already been more than half convinced that Robyn should stay as she was now. Now she was positive. But how to convince Robyn of that? In good conscience Cathy could not refuse to help Robyn perform another summoning - if that's what she really wanted. But she didn't have to rush it. Hopefully, the longer Robyn remained as she was, the more she would come to realize on her own that she was better off now. Greg grinned and teasingly waggled his eyebrows suggestively. "Well I never met Bob, but I can sure attest to the fact that you're a hell of a lot more lovable like this." Cathy was on him like a shot. She quickly sat in his lap, slipped her arm around his shoulders and looked at him in mock reproach. "Hey Buster! Let's not start this again. If there's any loving going on around here it better be with me!" Everyone laughed. Cathy and Greg shared a brief kiss. "Scooch over," she directed. Greg slid over to the middle of the couch and Cathy sat beside him. They continued to hold hands. Cathy patted him on the chest with her free hand. "It's okay. Robyn *is* terribly lovable. You can love her too - as a friend!" Greg grinned at Cathy then shot Robyn a wink. "Deal." Robyn giggled - her laughter always sounded like a giggle now. "See? Everybody loves me now!" "Okay. Now you've convinced me that you're lovable." He gave Robyn a skeptical look. "And I'll take your word that you used to be a guy. So what are you going to do now -- go to Disney World?" Robyn smiled a bit at his joke but grew serious. She shrugged and looked down at her hands folded in her lap. She was sitting sideways facing him with her feet pulled up beneath her in a very feminine posture. She muttered without conviction with her eyes still lowered, "I don't know. I guess I'm going to try to change myself back." "Why?" Greg asked simply. When Robyn flashed him a look of surprise he quickly continued before she could object, "You just said you're happier - more lovable - like this. And you love how people treat you now. So why not stay as you are?" Jim and Cathy both stiffened, instantly on alert. They seemed to be holding their breath, waiting to hear what Robyn would say. Robyn blushed deeply. She bit her lip and nervously fiddled with the hem of her shirt. Finally she looked up at him and said, "I don't know. I... I've got a life as Bob. I'm a good programmer and I've got a good future ahead of me. As Robyn I'm nobody. Officially I don't even exist. And that's not even considering the complications of the whole girl thing. I don't want to go back to being fat and unloved. But if Cathy and I can call up that demon again I can make it turn me into a better-looking version of Bob. Sort of like Cathy did." "Robyn..." Cathy spoke up. She fumbled a moment, searching for just the right way to express herself. "Now the grimoire's ruined, it's not going to be all that easy to re-create the... situation. And I'm not sure we should even attempt it. All those ancient warnings about dealing with the devil must have their roots in fact. I'm afraid things will turn out worse than they are already. And... well... I *like* the way I am now and... and I'm reluctant to risk losing it... I'm sorry Robyn... I feel like I'm letting you down but I don't know if I can be part of the actual summoning..." "Robyn and I've already talked about that," Jim interjected. "We might not need to reconstruct the spell from scratch. We've come up with a few alternate ideas to explore." He looked solemnly into Robyn's eyes. "If that's what you want to do and if you need two people to do it then I'll take Cathy's place." Robyn's eyes stung and she choked back a lump in her throat. She looked up at Jim and smiled. "You'd do that? For me?" Oh geesh, she thought, I'm going to start crying like a baby. "But what if something happens to you? You could end up a girl too!" Jim stood his ground and spoke resolutely. "I don't think so. I know the risks. You didn't. We can learn from your mistake... I mean from what happened to you. We'll be prepared this time." Cathy was shaking her head. "It's not as simple as that," she said. "Nothing about magic ever is. And I really don't think you understand the risks, even now. But I'll help. I'll try to reproduce the spell and I'll coach you on all the old legends of how demons behave. I promise that. If you *really* want to do this," She looked at Robyn searchingly and sighed when she gave her a tiny nod. "Then I'll do my best to help in any way I can." They discussed the time frame for reconstructing the summoning. They also talked about Robyn's plans to get an identity for her female self and find a job and transfer into the university. Greg said he would help out in any way he could. They decided to keep the secret between just the four of them. When Scott, Jim and Robyn's other roommate, returned they would tell him the impromptu story that Robyn had given Brad - she was Bob's sister and was considering transferring to the university. * * * * * Robyn wandered aimlessly across the campus. It was Wednesday, the one week anniversary since she'd awakened in her new body. The initial weirdness was already wearing off and the requirements of her female body were becoming second nature. Her period was almost over. She wore a pantiliner on Cathy's advice 'just in case' but the flow had basically stopped yesterday. Lord how mundane that all seemed now. Her main concern had become boredom. It was cold outside but she couldn't stand another day cooped up in her apartment all alone. She'd tried playing video games and surfing the net but that didn't hold as much attraction for her as formerly. Sitting for hours trying to kill animated bad guys was just... pointless. Boring. The Internet wasn't much better. She could chat with online buddies she'd known for years. They were none the wiser about her current predicament. But she had problems communicating with them now. She felt strange reading instant messages that addressed her as 'Dude' or 'Big Guy' or any other masculine nickname. They just served to remind her of her changes and irritated her in an odd way, making her feel like some sort of female impersonator. And their favorite topics were gaming, women and tech. She felt apathetic about her former interests and just couldn't summon the enthusiasm to chat for very long. Boring. Boring. Boring. She pored over the help wanted classified in each day's newspaper but was disappointed with the prospects. She had no degree and no experience that she could claim on an employment application. She was reduced to demonstrable facts. She could type. And she was pretty. So what did that leave her? Secretary? Receptionist? Sales clerk? Waitress? All jobs that Bob would have regarded as beneath him. She'd managed to pay Bob's share of the December rent but there was almost nothing left over in his checking account. Her new clothes, much as she needed them, had all but wiped out her finances. Jim offered to help with her expenses but he'd done so much already. She needed a source of income. She was ready to try anything as long as it provided a paycheck. But she had to wait for the post office now. Jim had been as good as his word and had convinced the social security computers that Robyn was a real person. He'd put her name at the top of an automated list of replacement cards to be mailed. Appropriately he'd made her birthday last Wednesday and her age just 21 although she actually looked younger. A bit of research had turned up a large metropolitan hospital with a history of losing birth documentation. He'd broken into their files and electronically inserted fabricated birth records for her and duplicated those on the county and state levels. He added a bit of finesse by placing an official order to print out and send her a certified replacement copy of her 'lost' birth certificate. Once these documents finally arrived via snail mail she could go in search of gainful employment. But for now she was at loose ends. And practically bored to death. She thrust her mittened hands into the pockets of her fleece- lined jean jacket and raised her face to the sun, enjoying its warmth. She looked good she knew, even if that sounded conceited of her, in her tight jeans and boots. She could sense the guys checking out the sway of her butt as she walked by. The skin on her freshly shaven legs felt cool and extra sensitive where the fabric of her jeans clung tightly. Her curly strawberry blonde hair was loose and waved sexily in the light breeze. She even smelled good thanks to the body spray she'd applied after her shower. Yes, she thought, I could get used to feeling and looking this good. She felt a sense of pride when she checked the mirror this morning before leaving the apartment. She was so tiny and cute now she looked good in almost anything. Wait until spring, she thought, then I can ditch this coat and really turn some heads in a little mini and sandals. She felt great. She looked great. But she was bored. She needed somebody to talk to. Jim spent as much time with her as he could spare but the semester was nearly over and he had papers to write and finals to study for. The same for Cathy and Greg plus they were wrapped up in their own burgeoning relationship. Her other roommate, Scott, had returned. He accepted their cover story while expressing surprise that Bob would leave right now with finals approaching. But he was no good as a distraction to stave off her boredom. He flushed bright red and became completely tongue-tied whenever she tried initiating conversation. After a few awkward comments he'd excuse himself and leave the room in a hunched over posture. Robyn now knew from a female perspective how frustrating it was when a guy was painfully shy with her. Why didn't he just ignore her appearance and talk to her like a human being? She remembered how shy she'd been as Bob but the reasoning behind it just seemed silly to her now. She had nobody to talk to and nothing to do. She knew she should start working on the new summoning spell but she just couldn't focus. Her mind kept wandering. To Brad. He'd called her a couple times. Briefly. Each time he promised to stop by and see her 'soon' but almost in the same breath he'd complain about a paper he had due or a test that was coming up. Was he really all that busy? If not then why was he avoiding her? But he wouldn't have bothered to call if he wasn't interested, right? So he must be telling the truth. He must be. She repeated the little mantra in her mind often but it never fully reassured her. Unconsciously she'd wandered over by the building where Brad had mentioned he had a class. She realized classes were changing when students started pouring from the building. Oh no, she thought, Brad will think I'm stalking him or something! Feigning interest in the architecture she turned to study the stately white columns of the library. "Robyn?" Oh shit! Busted. She tried to fake a quizzical expression as she turned toward him. "Yes?" Don't be too eager, she thought, wait a second. Okay, now act surprised. "Brad? Hey!" She felt her stomach do a little flip-flop as she took in his handsome features. He looked so... delicious. His mouth slowly formed a sexy grin as he just stood there a few paces away gazing at her. "I... I... didn't realize you'd be here," she stuttered lamely. God, could she be any more ditsy? She felt a powerful urge to rush over and kiss him but she forced herself to remain where she was. "It's great to see you..." * * * * * Brad's grin grew wider. Did she really think she was fooling him with her 'accidental' meeting? Damn, he thought, she's got it bad. He drank in the sight of her. He loved how cute she looked. And how eager to please. But she wasn't quite the same na?ve virgin she'd been a week ago. She seemed to be more confident in her appearance, more proud to be a beautiful woman. His teaching must be doing her good. He walked over to her and tilted her face up with one finger under her chin. "What a nice surprise! It's great to see you too," he said. Then he leaned down and kissed her. He kept the kiss chaste for a moment, teasing her, then let it grow more passionate. When he finally pulled away she was flushed and breathing heavily and her eyes were slightly glazed. "I've missed you." "I've missed you too," she said quietly and lowered her eyes shyly. She bit her lip then raised her gaze ever so slightly and looked longingly up at him through her lashes. Brad's thrill of conquest was almost palpable. He'd rarely seen such undisguised desire in a girl with all her clothes still on. He felt a lustful stirring of his own in response. He had to have her - now. "Come on," he said, taking her hand. "I've got a little surprise of my own." Robyn's smile of delight could have rivaled the sun. She pressed herself against him, brushing her breast against his arm and allowed him to lead her off. Brad played tour guide, pointing out various landmarks along the way and telling her the humorous student legends attached to them. Even though she already knew all the stories he smoothly impressed her with his wit. She giggled at all his jokes and gasped appreciatively at the dramatic points. Finally they arrived at a large old Victorian mansion just across the street from the main campus. Robyn gasped happily and looked up at him with dancing eyes. "Is this your fraternity?" Brad nodded. "Yep. Good old Kappa house. Want to look around?" Robyn nodded eagerly. He led her up the steps and into a large common area. There were several sofas and chairs arranged around a large screen TV. The furniture was sturdy rather than stylish and showed signs of heavy use. A group of guys lounged around, watching TV, drinking beers, talking and studying. As Brad and Robyn entered they glanced up and seemed to pull themselves to attention. "Franklin!" "Hey Brad." "Dude!" Brad waved at the chorus of greetings and said, "Hey guys." He steered Robyn over to the stairs and began climbing to the second floor without pausing for introductions. A hushed conversation started up in the room behind them. A few comments drifted up the stairs. "Sweet!" "Great ass!" "Damn! Did you see..." Brad wrapped his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her affectionately. He smiled down at her brightly blushing face and said, "Don't mind them. They're assholes." Robyn bit her lip and smiled uncertainly back at him. She pressed herself more closely against him. "I don't live here but I've got a room assignment. One of the perks of being a senior." He flashed her a self-assured smile. "Want to see it?" Robyn looked solemnly up at him and nodded. Brad opened a door and led her into a smallish but comfortable bedroom. In contrast to the common areas of the house this room was very well furnished and quite neat. It was a very masculine yet inviting room. The large bed was turned down exposing crisp clean sheets covered with a down comforter. Besides the bed there was a desk, a chest of drawers and a shelving unit with a stereo, television and a collection of CDs and videotapes. Brad took a remote and turned on some music. "Why don't you let me take your coat?" Soon they were breathlessly entwined on the bed, pulling at each other's clothing. Brad took his time, lingering over her magnificent breasts. He was amazed that such a tiny waif had these wonderfully firm and full tits. They were natural too, he was certain. Shit, he thought, this little airhead was the sexiest thing he'd ever known! He kissed his way down her belly slowly. He was throbbing near to bursting but he wanted to make this last, savoring the anticipation. When he pulled down her panties he saw the thin pad and sent her a questioning look. "It's okay," she half moaned. "I stopped yesterday." Brad checked the pantiliner and saw it was clean. Satisfied, he enthusiastically began teasing her labia with his tongue. She stiffened and gasped as he lightly brushed her slit. Involuntarily she arched her back, raising herself in offering to him. Brad loved cunnilingus. He loved watching the process of the female sex blossoming like a flower. The labia swelling and opening ever so slightly. The moisture glistening. It was wonderful and made him feel so powerful - he was in command. He could drive any woman insane with longing or could send her tumbling over the edge over and over again. God he was so lucky to be a guy! Girls might have multiple orgasms but he was the one in *control*! Robyn was thrashing about uncontrollably now. He caught her wrists and held her easily imprisoned at his whim. She was begging for release but he stretched out the moment, keeping her poised at the peak of arousal. Finally he gave her what she needed and reveled in her primal response. Keeping her securely under his power he rode her writhing lurching string of orgasms like a cowboy on a bucking mustang. He allowed her first few passionate cries to reverberate through the house then reached for the remote on the night stand and turned the music up. Damn, but this chick was hot! After giving Robyn a series of orgasms that left her breathless and limp as a rag doll Brad was finally ready to take his own pleasure. He mounted her with one swift deep thrust. Robyn's eyes popped open wide as he filled her completely. She clung to him desperately, mewling with pleasure. Brad was a powerful rutting beast totally lost in the domination of his mate. When Robyn stiffened and shivered in the throes of another orgasm it excited him even further. Her nails biting into his back spurred him onwards. Then his own orgasm hit and he was lost to the world, his entire consciousness focused on the single sensation. Brad collapsed on top of Robyn feeling totally satiated. As his breathing slowly returned to normal he became aware of Robyn tenderly stroking his back and planting tiny butterfly kisses of gratitude on his chest. He shifted slightly, raising up on his elbows and taking most of his weight off her. He looked down and saw her gazing rapturously up at him. She had a happy loving expression on her face. The little firecracker was one of the best lays he'd ever had. And she was completely and hopelessly his. He rolled on his side, bringing her with him to stay joined. They lay together in silence enjoying the afterglow until Brad grew bored and slid out of her. He discarded the condom and wrapped a towel around his waist. "Be right back," he said as he slipped out of the room. A quick shower revived him. He grinned at himself in the mirror as he toweled his hair, remembering Robyn's ecstatic screams. Man I'm good, he thought smugly, little Robyn ought to be one happy little birdie. When he opened the bathroom door he saw a small group of his fraternity brothers waiting in the hallway. "Dude!" "You the *man*!" "Man she's a screamer!" "Yah! Sweet!" Brad took the beer handed to him and drank deeply. He raised the can in salute, silently acknowledged their appreciation. The door to Brad's room opened half way and Robyn stood watching the little congratulatory meeting. She was still flushed from sex, her hair disheveled, and her nipples pushing out the thin material of her sweater. She bit her lip nervously and lowered her gaze, clearly uncertain what to do. "Brad?" she asked tentatively. "Gentlemen, if you'll excuse me, duty calls," he said with a touch of arrogance. He drained the beer, handed it back to one of his friends and threaded his way through the small group. When he reached Robyn he couldn't resist giving her a long passionate kiss right there in the hallway in front of his friends. He broke the kiss and winked at his buddies over the top of her head. She closed her eyes and turned her head into his chest, clinging to him like a frightened puppy. He smiled disarmingly at Robyn's confused and hurt look as he steered her back into the room and shut the door behind them. He leaned in and teased her with a series of nips and kisses along her neck. She stiffened at first but gradually softened to his touch. When he sensed she was weakening he pulled back and gave her a grin. "Sorry about those jerks," he said. "You know how guys are. They just wanted a little thrill." Robyn shrugged and stared down at her feet. "It's okay, I guess," she said in a tiny voice. "Besides, I like showing my girl off." Robyn's eyes grew wide and her mouth stretched in a surprised smile. "Am I... your girl?" Brad laughed and hugged her. "Of course you are. You're all mine and don't you forget it, Sweets." To be Continued...