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This story took a while and numerous rewrites to get where I wanted it to be. Yes, it is somewhat long, but I believe that it's a good demonstration of how a character can easily change without even noticing it him/herself. There was a lot of effort to build the characters in an easily accessible way. Let me know what you think. This story is inspired by the story Changes by Trick over at http://www.mcstories.com/ChangesTrick/ChangesTrick.html. Go ahead and read that story as well. It's one of my faves. Homecoming Themes By BoredSitting "Woo hoo! They've finally finalized the campus homecoming themes," my friend, Claudia, cheers when she arrived at our table in the commons holding a copy of the school newspaper. She's always so easy to get excited about little things like this. Maybe that's why we're such good friends. Her enthusiasm is contagious, and with the way my classes are going, I could use as much as possible. "Oh, geez. I hope there's no more of those stupid socials or dances. I really hate those," Sean whines. His social anxiety is so prevalent that I'm surprised he's even brave enough to eat with us. "I'm sure they'll have something. Isn't it kinda tradition to have a homecoming party?" I ask the group to shrugged shoulders. "That's weird. There's no mention of a party at all. In fact, it just gives the daily themes. Hold on, let me read some more..." she answers. "Maybe they've finally come to their senses and rejected the popularistic notion people like getting drunk and screwing each other in the name of school pride. I think it's about time we go back to the reason why we're even here, and that's to get a proper..." my ex- girlfriend Debbie started one of her rants about how 'we're here to study and not have any fun'. Don't get me wrong, we're still friends, and still think that she's amazing. It's just that we both know that weren't going to last long as a couple and stopped before any bad feelings started. I did get something out of the deal, but she'd kill me if I shared it with any of our friends. She allowed me to see that she shaves down there. Now I still can't look at her without imagining how she'd look with those amazing breasts and a shaved crotch. She stops her tirade and looks at me with daggers in her eyes, "What?" She knows what I'm doing but is unable to stop me, which she also knows. "Um, nothing. Nothing at all other than those themes," Claudia states somewhat disappointed. "It says here that everyone will enjoy the daily theme and that any get-togethers or parties are up to the student body. It looks like you're gonna get your wish, nervous Nelly," she teases and slaps Sean on the shoulder. "That's weird," I say. "Alright, listen to this. Monday's theme is 'Helping Hands'. So, I guess they're pushing for more volunteers. Tuesday is 'No Secrets'," Claudia continues. "So, maybe I'll finally know why you're always grinning that silly grin, huh?" Debbie states while looking at me judgingly. "Wednesday's theme is 'Join A Team'. Thursday's is 'Be The Best You Can Be', and Friday's theme is 'Come As You Are'," she concludes. "Um, I'm not sure I like those themes. Sure, they're meant to be positive and all, but what if I don't want to join any teams? Do you think they'll make us do stuff?" Sean whines again. "No telling," I add. "Let's just play it by ear and try to have some fun with it. Anyway, it's getting late, and I gotta study a little before going to bed. Good night," I say as I stand from the table. The others also gather their things and say their good byes. Being a freshman sucks sometimes. All freshmen are required to live on campus. That by itself isn't a bad thing. It's a good chance to become a part of the community and kind of forces you to make friends. However, the living areas here are criminal. Each room has painted cinderblock walls, two twin beds, and two built-in desks. There's a small cabinet for a closet, but we have to share. It's not too uncommon to find my roommate wearing my clothes either by accident or because he's too lazy to wash his own clothes. They charge so much for the dorm, which is smaller than my bedroom back home. Upperclassmen have a chance to live in the nice dorms across the campus. Well, I guess I'm learning how to manage. As I enter the room, I see my roommate, Scotty, lying on the bed reading his phone. Typically, he's only wearing his boxers (or are they mine?) so every once in a while his package slips out. Sometimes I wonder if he's European in his disdain for wearing normal clothes in the room. At the foot of his bed a pair of lacy, thong-type panties lay discarded from some earlier tryst. Say what you want about his laziness, he can glamour any girl into our dorm room and does so regularly. I've had my share of girlfriends before, but this guy takes the award. "Welcome home, Tim," he robotically says without ever looking away from the screen. "Hey there Scotty. Did you get the news about the homecoming themes?" I ask in case he knows more than me. He's usually connected through the social scene, so maybe he'll have more information. "Nope," he answers without any care to think about it. His attention hasn't left the phone since I arrived. "Well, I guess that's that," I reply seeing that this conversation is going nowhere. I plop into my chair at the desk and begin rummaging through my bag for notes on tomorrow's quiz. Behind me, I can see out of the corner of my eye that Scott has begun to play with himself again. As I turn around to tell him to stop, I see that he's looking at a video of a naked girl on the phone. Well, not really naked. She's wearing a lacy, skimpy thong...which looks suspiciously like the one on the floor. Whatever, it looks like he's earned this one so I leave him alone to focus on my studies. Monday - "Can I Help?" The sun's bright rays filter through the thin curtains covering our Eastern-facing window and shine brightly on the wall waking me up. Through half-lidded eyes, I glance over to see that the alarm is going to go off in just a few minutes. With a sigh, I sit up and stretch in an effort to prepare for the day. Across the room, I see that his junk is hanging out of his underwear again. Without really thinking about it, I crawl out of bed and walk over to his sleeping body. I'm not really upset about seeing this first thing in the morning, but he needs to put that thing away. Dutifully, I reach down and push it back into his boxers. I've never felt another man's junk before. There's nothing really different than mine, I guess. Oh well, I have a quiz in an hour, so I quickly get ready. As I do, I notice that Scott's clothes are once again thrown around the room, so I quickly scoop them up and place them in his dirty clothes basket. Mixed among his clothes are a few left- over articles from his sexual escapades. They probably need cleaning, too, so in they go as well. The quiz was okay. I think I did well, but the girl next to me was having a hard time. She kept fidgeting and sweating like she was nervous. She looked like she needed a break from the quiz, so I allowed her ample viewing of my answers. She was smart enough to take the hint. This isn't something I would normally do, but it just seemed like a good thing to do at the time. Poor girl probably won't take up a career in the maths anyway (or anything unrelated to a Mrs. Degree), so it doesn't really phase me to help push her along. Around noon, our little social group usually meets in the commons for lunch, so I headed that way feeling a little hungry and exhausted from the quiz. Looking around, it was obvious that many of the students had taken up the call for service by assisting others. It's nice to see that. Maybe our generation isn't as selfish as others think we are. A group of guys were carrying what is obviously some girls' backpacks for them as they tittered and giggled behind them. An older student was bent over fixing another, younger, student's bike chain. A gaggle of sorority girls were sitting in a circle around a guy with his pants to his ankles explaining the proper way to give a handjob. The older one was so informative and passionate about it, and the younger ones (probably freshmen) sat in rapt attention. One was even taking notes in her notebook. Good girl! All around, the volunteerism spirit has really bloomed on campus making my trip to the commons a breath of fresh, invigorating air. Turning the corner I see that my always-worried friend, Sean, and the bubbly Claudia have already arrived. They seem to be deep in conversation, but it's weird that she's straddled on his lap facing towards him. Walking closer I see her hands reach down and open her unbuttoned blouse to reveal herself. That's odd. She's never shown anything that would lead me to believe that she's an exhibitionist or even feel any attraction to Sean. I walk behind their booth, and Sean is caressing her exposed breasts thoughtfully as if memorizing every bump and curve. "Oh, hey Tim!" a calm Claudia greets not making any mention that she's allowing her friend to grope her in public. "Um, hello? What's going on?" I reply. "Oh this? Sean just told me that he's never touched a real booby before," she answers matter-of-factly as if this is normal. She looks up to see my puzzled expression. "What? I'm just helping a guy out. Everyone needs to have a chance to enjoy a good set of boobs." "Oh, well that makes sense, I guess," I say. Upon thinking about it for a second, she has a point. Poor Sean may never get the gumption to ever ask a girl to allow him to do this, so it's nice to see that my friends are helping each other out. "Um, I'm gonna go get my lunch. Be back in a sec." "Alright," she says still allowing Sean complete access to her body as she voices more encouragement. "See? Rubbing a girl along this area here is a good way to get her really wet. Try it. Oh! So we're sucking now? Okay, you can do that instead..." Her voice trails off as I walk over to the food service lines. It's great to see people really coming out to help others. Sean is a poor soul who will probably live alone in an apartment filled with cats, because he's never had the nerve to really tell a girl that she's pretty. But for the time being, he's in heaven thanks to Claudia. Now, do I want the ham sandwich or the burrito? Oh, look at that! Some of the fraternities are buying people's lunches. Cool. Walking back to our booth with a fraternity-sponsored burrito, I see that Debbie and my roommate, Scott, have joined the group. He usually doesn't eat here for lunch, so his appearance is making today even better. Claudia has stopped her educational strip/grope lesson and is sitting beside a very contented looking Sean. Her lesson must have been a good one, because he's a million miles from here right now with a silly grin plastered on his face. "Sean looks happy," I tease Claudia noticing that she must have forgotten to put her bra back on. However, it doesn't take long to see that Sean must have kept it as a souvenir as he's holding it in his lap. "What can I say, I'm a good teacher. Maybe I'll start taking education courses once I'm done with the basics," Claudia haughtily replies putting on a fake high-class airs. "Happy? He looks stoned or traumatized to me," Debbie spits coarsely. "Sean, sweety," she addressed him, "what're you thinking about?" "(giggles) I like her boobies. They were wonderful," he replies in a dazed state. "Good lord, you blew one of his fuses!" Debbie barks at Claudia. "Haha, I hope so! That would be hilarious," Claudia laughs. "Does anyone see any smoke coming from his ears?" Scott is the first to laugh, then Debbie and me. It takes a second for Sean to come out of his daze, but he's soon laughing with the rest of us. Unfortunately, I still have a couple of classes to attend after lunch, and the theme of helping others and volunteerism is strong throughout. Some guy was walking around the class offering sharpened pencils if anyone needed one. There was a little more than usual sharing of answers on a pop quiz, too. Tired from the day, I entered our gloomy dorm room to see Scott's pile of clothes grow some more. Even though I'm exhausted, my duty to help out around here calls and put a load into the washer down the hallway. Our little cell almost looks inviting now that the floor is visible. Scott arrives as I return with the empty basket, and plops down on his bed angrily. "What's wrong?" I ask. "You remember Tina, right?" he asks but doesn't wait for an answer before continuing. I have no idea who Tina is, but oh well. "She's been teasing me all day showing me her boobs and telling me that she want to fuck. Here, see?" he growls shoving his mobile phone in my face where I can clearly see a girl in nothing but her underwear dancing around. "Now she decides that she'd rather hang out at the stupid sorority. Why would she tease like that? Bitch!" he barks. "Is there anything I can do to help?" I ask seriously. "I don't know. I just need a bath and lie down," he utters and walks into the bathroom stripping his clothes with each step. Where once a clean floor was, now resides a trail of sweaty clothes. Argh! Again, I walk behind him picking up dirty clothes until I reach the semi-open door to our shared bathroom. Inside, Scott is furiously arguing as if the girl was still there. "Geez, she teases and you teases. The least she could do is give me a good blowjob. God, I just gotta get off now so I can stop thinking about girls!" I stop and listen for a moment. He seems pretty upset about this girl teasing him like that. He's right. The least she could have done is followed up on the promise that she was presenting. You know, it's wrong to string a boy along like that. I wonder if I should help him out. He's so tense and angry. Maybe a blowjob IS what he needs. They don't look too hard to do. I've personally never had one, but those girls online seem to be able to do it without much fuss. I argue that this is probably something that I normally wouldn't do, but it just seems so logical for me to help. I wait patiently for his shower to stop and for him to come back into the room by going online to learn good techniques on how to give a proper blowjob. It all looks so easy. I'm surprised at how much I'm anticipating this. Don't worry any more buddy. Your roommate here will see to it you'll be properly taken care of without any stupid pain-in- the-ass girls to tease you. He falls into his mattress with his arms over his head with a huff. "Sorry for my outburst earlier, buddy. I'm just really upset right now," he says contritely. I spin around in my chair and walk over to him and kneel down beside his bed. "Uh, what are you doing, dude?" he asks puzzled. "I'm gonna help get that girl out of your head," I say with a smile and reach over for the waistband of his boxers. "What the hell!?" he barks at me surprised at my willingness to help. "Could you just relax and allow me to help you?" I say calmly with a touch of impatience. "Well...uh...okay?," he concedes as I resume pulling the waistband of his boxers down. As if sated by my request, he calms down and lifts up his butt to allow them to pull off. With his boxers on the floor, my hands reach up to grasp his limp member lying on its side. This isn't lovemaking, no. This is business. The man needs a blowjob and I'm here to help him out. Other than this morning, I've never touched another man's penis. It's kind of spongy and flaccid like holding a hot dog weiner - only thicker and warm. My hands are just big enough to grip his shaft and allow his mushroom-shaped, pink, rimmed head to bounce around up top. I pull and tug at it in an effort to get him erect wondering if I'm hurting him instead. He moans loudly and lies completely back with is arms outstretched to the sides. Continuing to pull and tug, I can feel the blood flow into his member, and I audibly gasp as it surprises me how much bigger he is than I am. Slowly, the mushy sponge that I held earlier is being replaced with a harder steel bar encased in a soft coat of flesh, and for the first time in my life I am happily stoking another man's cock. I'm surprised that this would happen, but I didn't expect to enjoy it so much. Is it the volunteering to help, or do I really want to pleasure my roommate? "Are you sure you want to do this? I mean, I could do it myself," he offers a token escape path while keeping his eyes closed. "Just sit back and enjoy this. I'm here to help you forget all about the girl tonight," I counter sternly. "Promise me that you'll forget all about everyone else but me taking care of you." "Sure, buddy. Anything you say, just keep doing what you're doing," he sighs. "If only you were a girl, we'd make a perfect pair." Now that he's given me the green light, I pull his stiff member to my mouth and begin to lick the underside of his throbbing, purple head. I read that it is supposed to feel good, but it's never been anything that I've enjoyed myself. As if easing into a hot bath, the tip is replaced by broad strokes along the shaft by my flattened tongue. Then I remember someone referring to blowjobs as smoking a cigar which makes me grin. Scott lifts his head up giving me a weird look. It's enough to remind me that I have a job to do, and I dutifully lower my mouth over the top of the engorged tube and bring my lips around it encasing the head in my warm, wet mouth. I glance up to see his eyes roll back and a silly grin stretch across his face. Good! Now that I know that he's enjoying this, I set to work giving him as much pleasure I can to help him forget all about that girl. Don't worry dude, I can take care of you just as well as she can...maybe even better. My hands firmly grasp the rod and continue to manipulate it up and down while I bounce my head taking in more and more of his flesh into my mouth. I can feel the small pulses and swells that tell me that what I'm doing is working radiating up from the base to the tip. Not to sound nerdy, but I'm getting a hell of a biology lesson out of this. The first thing is that I learn is he doesn't taste like I thought he would. He kind of tastes like when I once put my mouth on my girlfriend's finger while playing around. There's a fleshy, sweaty taste that's unlike anything I've ever experienced. His body is beginning to thrust upwards in an effort to get as deep as he can, so my hands form a tight tunnel leading up to my mouth. To help, I try to allow as much saliva as possible to fall into them lubricating him as he begins to crescendo. My roommate's breathing is starting to become sporadic and deep. It won't be much time now before he finishes. "Where do you want to cum?" I ask while stroking him my vice-like grip. "I don't care. Just don't stop!" he screams impatiently. "You can cum in my mouth. I've always wanted my girlfriend to do that, so I'll let you have the chance to do that with me," I offer between heavy breaths. His hips are thrusting pretty regularly and he's grunting hoarsely creating a soundtrack that you would find in a porno. It's enough to make me proud. It's obvious that he's not thinking about his stupid girlfriend, so I'm feeling pretty successful. With a growing sense of confidence in my blowjob skills, I begin moan his name and encourage him to finish. Now it really sounds like porno soundtrack. "Oh, yes! Argh!" he yells as a force pushes out from inside of his cock and releases into my tightly-wrapped mouth. The intensity of it almost pushes me off, but I can't give up at the last second and it's my responsibility...no, my pleasure, to catch all of his stuff. A second thrust follows with another gush of cum into my waiting mouth followed by another. My hands begin to stroke downward to coax all of his semen out dutifully swallowing what has already been deposited. A wave of flavor assaults my senses combining his taste with the pungent smell. A fourth jab upwards by his hips signals that he's spent all of his mojo, and I lift my head being careful to collect all of his white, cloudy cum from the fleshy rod in my hands. "So, did I do a good job?" I ask after swallowing the last of his semen. No answer. On the other side of the bed, my roommate has passed out and is peacefully dreaming. Well then. You're welcome, buddy. Tuesday - "No Secrets" No one is ever a fan of their alarm clock going off so early in the morning. It's so abrupt and loud, but it serves its purpose through all of the abuse heaped upon it. However, this morning is different. It's an announcement that the day has begun. There's no reason to be so positive about the day, I guess. It's just exciting to start a new day. Like usual, Scotty is still passed out on the bed that same way I left him. It's okay, roomie. You need the rest. As if on autopilot, I get my things together and leave for the 8:00 class. As I arrive, I see that everyone is good spirits loudly conversing and acting as if they are genuinely happy to talk with each other. Maybe it was how everyone really went out of their way to help each other out yesterday. "Hey Tim," the girl in the next desk calls out, "Guess what I did yesterday!" "Um, I don't know. Can you give me a clue?" I ask not really knowing where she's going with this. She's not usually this forward often spending most of the class with her attention in the lesson. To be honest, I don't even know her name. Maybe I gave her mine earlier in the semester. "I'll give you two," she states proudly and pulls up her grey t-shirt revealing two perky breasts with silver bars through the nipples. Both nipples are somewhat puffy and red, but overall it's a nice thing to see first thing in the morning. "What do you think?" "You...got your nipples pierced?" I ask hoping that is where she's leading to. "Yes!" she screams glowing with delight. "I got also got one down here," she stops to stand up pulling her pants and underwear down in one quick tug until they lay crumpled on the ground. With a hop she steps out of her discarded clothes and sits back into her desk spreading her legs across the table and back support. Her toned lower body is a result of her devotion to her volleyball team as she's always wearing her old jersey to class. "I went with my girlfriend to the tattoo parlor, because she really wanted one and was scared to go alone. When she was finished, the tattoo guy asked me if I wanted something. I told him 'no', but he looked disappointed. I'm not a tattoo girl, right? He offered to pierce my nipple instead. My friend was so into it that I had to go through with it. It hurt like hell, but I think it looks nice...um, fun. One thing led to another and I was spread out like this on his chair completing the set." Her story was very intriguing, especially now that she was idly playing with the one through her clit as she spoke. "He was telling us that his girlfriend was totally cheating on his with his business partner. It was so sad! So I offered to help cheer him up. He said that he noticed that I was still a virgin while piercing down there, and he could help me with that. Oh, he was so nice to us. Of course I could help him out. So...we did it in the chair at the tattoo parlor. You hear that! I totally lost my virginity in a tattoo shop! Oh, it's so demeaning. Gosh, I'm in the middle of my cycle also. So, I got my first piercings, lost my virginity, and probably got knocked up all in an hour. What a day, huh?" she finished with a huff and a worried look on her face. We both sit there silently for a moment while she contemplates a future as a mommy. "So, uh, did you do anything yesterday?" Without even thinking of it, I blurted out what was on my mind, "I gave my roommate a blowjob last night, and you know what? It was fun, and I may want to do it again." If she can share such a story, then so can I, right? I mean, if we're being so open like that...um...sexually. "Yuck! That is so gross," she dramatically blurts out. "I hate doing that to my boyfriends. It tastes nasty," she continued. "So, um, I guess you don't have a problem with me doing this in front of you, then. It's really nice to be able to just be...open to a guy and not worry that he's trying to get into my pants," she admits not really noticing the irony of her not wearing any. As I begin to ponder her response the professor clears his throat loudly to grab our attention. "Ahem, students. I see that everyone is in the spirit of sharing this morning, but we really need to start today's lesson," the professor announces over the chorus of excited conversations. "Oh, well. Thanks for listening. Maybe we can share boyfriend stories later," she chirps as she turns around to face the front while still diddling herself. "Um, so you're still going to do...that," I mention pointing to her busy hand between her legs. "It's okay. It's not like it's a big secret. Everyone does it. Anyways, I still haven't shown my piercings to any of my friends," she responds matter-of-factly. She's so right. Everyone does it. Why would we keep it a secret? Gosh, she's so brave to be so open and honest. I almost want to join her, but a second thought keeps my hands still. The rest of the class was pretty much a wash with the professor being interrupted by students freely speaking whatever was on their minds. It was kind of annoying, but I'm starting to understand. We need to be open and honest with each other if we want to grow as a society, and we are at a college campus where we learn about society by studying it. How can we learn about something when no one will speak about it? It's like studying a new language where no one is willing to speak it. So, what if we all want to stop bullshitting each other and just say what's on our minds, right? For his part, the professor was giving as much as he was taking. Apparently, he's not very happy babysitting us "lazy gen-fuckers" and we should "all go back and learn what it means to be an American". Well, then. At least he's honest. After class, I joined my friends in the commons for lunch. It seems like they're also excited about being totally open and free with their knowledge and understanding. "Hey Tim," my ex- Debbie calls out as I approach the group already sitting at a booth, "I've got something to share with you." Intrigued, I sit beside her awaiting her big announcement. "I still think about being your girlfriend sometimes, but I'm afraid that it would hurt our friendship. So, as much as I'd like to be your girlfriend, I'd rather be your friend more...and I usually think about your when I touch myself in the shower. I would still be open if you wanted to play around, though." I stare at her a little dumbstruck. Even though our relationship ended on good terms, I didn't think that she still wants to continue that relationship anymore. That's a good thing to know. Like, it's nice to have that nugget of information in my back pocket just in case. "Did you guys have as wild a class as I did?" Claudia asks the table grabbing our attention. "It was so liberating to just let all of my secrets out and open up to my whole class. All these things that I was embarrassed about yesterday just...'pop'...gone. Oh, I hope this feeling continues." "I know what you mean. It's like all of our hang-ups just disappeared today," Debbie adds. "Isn't it odd how we're all just sharing all of our thoughts without any governor?" Sean blurts loudly. "I mean, I totally masturbated fantasizing about Claudia's breasts last night three times, and I don't mind sharing it with you guys. Does anyone else think that's weird?" We all just stare at each other pondering his assertion. It was weird to have that girl show me her breasts and tell me that story. Most people wouldn't be so forward about those kinds of activities. Maybe he's onto something. "Yea, I guess so, Sean. But why would we want to stop? I think we're getting somewhere as a group and as a campus. Imagine how the world would be if everyone would just share their honest thoughts. And I don't mind if you masturbate to my boobs. It's a compliment, really. They used to be a pain, but now that they've settled down and stopped growing I can really enjoy them," she admits plainly while lifting them up with her hands. "You're not the only one who masturbates to them. Only, I get to use them, too," she teases causing our timid friend, Sean, to blush. "Say, do you guys want to see what all the fuss is about?" Claudia asks while pulling her shirt over her head. She fiddles a little behind her back causing her face to contort out of concentration, and with a sigh and a click her arms sweep forward taking the off-white bra with it leaving behind a set of heaving and jiggling breasts. Like yesterday, they are definitely pleasing to the eye with their full bounciness and large, brownish areola capping the front. "Ta da!" "Wow, look at those!" Debbie laughs while pointing. "So, are they wank-off material?" Claudia asks everyone sparking at chorus of applause and cheers from not only us but some lucky guys in the next booth. As I look at her bouncing breasts dance back and forth, I can see another set of girls also stripping across the room. Then, another group of students, both male and female, walk through the commons wearing only their shoes. It dawns on me that everyone is feeling the new-found freedom and are acting as if modesty no longer exists. "Tim? Tim?" a now-topless Debbie calls to me ripping me back to reality, such as it is. "Yes?" I say just now noticing her exposed breasts. "I've always loved your tits," I blurt without any thought or control as their presence reaches my mind. It's as if the governor between my mind and my mouth dissolved away. It was totally reflexive. "Aren't you going to join us?" she asks impatiently stepping out of her dress and pulling down her pink panties as if she was about to enter the shower. All around me, my friends since the beginning of the semester are playfully taking off their clothes. They all seem to be enjoying themselves. "What?" I ask not really understanding what started all of this. "It's no fun if you don't participate, too. Plus, I've always wondered how big your penis was," Sean states. It's not uncommon for boys to want to compare their privates to others, so this comment doesn't really sound all that out of step. "Why are you taking your clothes off?" I ask. "Er, I'm not sure. It just seems like the thing to do. Plus, I think it may bring us closer as a group if there aren't any secrets among us. See?" Debbie states as she takes off the last of her clothes, even her socks, and politely folds them on the seat. "Isn't it nice to see these again?" Once again, I get to enjoy the magnificence of her large boobs. Maybe this isn't so bad. "You know the Japanese sometimes do business in the nude at the bathhouses. They feel that doing business that way allows everyone to be completely open and without any false promises," Sean pipes in. It's odd that he'd be so heavily into something like this. He'd usually just sit in the back and complain. Looking around the commons, it seems that no one is thinking twice about taking their clothes off...well, except for me. Well, not really me. I wouldn't mind freeing myself like everyone else. It looks like everyone is okay with it. It's not like I have anything to be ashamed of anymore. Okay, so that seals it. "And when they came to me no one was left to complain," I say to myself showing off any fledgling history skills. Surely this may be a little sacrilege, but we are at the dawn of a new world today. At least it feels like it I think to myself as I pull down my pants and underwear in one full tug. The rough texture of the booth's seat become immediately apparent, and I wonder if anyone thought of that before installing it. Piece-by-piece, my clothing becomes a part of the growing number of piles casually tossed away within this cafeteria. After the last piece joins the pile, I glance around at my now-nude friends sitting around the table. Each one is fully engaged in whatever conversation that they are in, because now they all have something to share. Of course, Debbie is still slightly arrogant and Claudia's energetic personality still shine through. Sean, for his part, is now a lot more open and vocal in his thoughts and feelings. Maybe this whole no secrets thing is a good thing. And just like that, I'm completely open to everyone, and it feels good. There's no embarrassment about my privates being on display. In fact, I almost feel compelled to show them off to everyone just so they know that they look like. It's not like I'm impressively sized, though. In fact, nerdy Sean over there has bigger tackle than me. But so what? They're a part of me, and that's the most important thing. That reminds me about how much fun giving that blowjob last night was. He's almost as big as Scott's, and it's really distracting to just be laying there across his lap. If the opportunity comes along, I may want to see how big it can get in my mouth. "So, Tim. It looks like the club you were a member to has just exploded in membership," Debbie says jokingly. I tilt my head in confusion. "Because you're not the only other person to see these sweater puppies! Woo hoo!" she teases loudly lifting up her breasts and wobbling them back and forth to emphasize their availability. "Golly, Debs. I feel so flattered to join your inclusive club. Whatever shall I do with myself?" Claudia continues to taunting with a very bad southern accent impression before cracking up. "I guess that also includes the razor club as well, because both of you are shaved," I respond trying to put it back on her. We all cackle loudly as both girls turn and point to each other's crotch. As we gather ourselves, Sean makes an uncharacteristic reply leading me to begin thinking that something may not be right. "You can bring those boobs over here, so I can play with them," he says. Claudia slides over to him and positions herself so he can easily access them. I get that we are all feeling loosy-goosey with our inhibitions, but his command sets my mind on thinking if this is the best thing to happen. This...all this 'honesty'. Is it related to what happened last night? "Fuck, I'm so wet now!" Claudia yelps as she continues to allow Sean full access to her chest. Both girls, and a few guys walking by, stop and stare at them. "I liked it when you used to do that. I'd like it if we could...you know...do that again sometime," she admits watching the couple get steamier. It reminds me of how I took care of my roommate last night. It was so easy and effortless to just give him pleasure. However, he's never shown any interest in anyone other than the girls. Would he balk if I wanted to do it again, or would he be okay that I'm a boy? Girls really are built better at taking care of men like that. They have all of the parts to make boys feel good. Hell, they don't even have to use them. Just the image or desire to gaze upon a girl's body is enough to take care of some, but that wouldn't be very nice, huh? It's not nice to build a boy up only to leave him frustrated and wanting. No, if I was a girl I'd make sure that my man is always taken care of and happy. "Do you like when boys stare at your chest, Debs?" I ask. "Um, sometimes," she answers with a shrug. "It depends on whether I'm in the mood for it. Sometimes I just want to be left alone." "What about those days where you wear a revealing outfit?" I continue. "Aren't you inviting attention when you do that?" "Maybe. Sometimes. I'd sometimes do it to you just to see if I could get you to do silly things, tee hee," she giggles. "Did it work?" "Oh, yea. There's nothing more fun than to see your boyfriend stumble and stutter because he's thinking about your boobs or after you make an accidental remark about how wet you are. It's very powerful. Oh, my god, I can't believe that I'm about to say this. Okay, remember that one nerdy boy that I told you about? The one that I went on a date with a couple of times because I felt sorry for him? Well, on the second date I was feeling very playful, so I kept letting him see my cleavage. Deep cleavage. Once I even let a nipple show. He was watching as I bent over, and I let my boobs fall out of the bra. His eyes crossed and he started to buck his hips. Yea, I totally made a boy explode with my boobies!" she screams. "So, it's easy to make a boy cum?" "Sometimes, I guess. Depends on the situation. It's not like I'm an expert or anything." "What's easier to use if you want to pleasure a boy? Your mouth, hands, or boobies?" "Well anything...or a combination. I've only been sexy with a couple of boys not including you. We never did anything other than some heavy petting, and I didn't have a chance to do much with you. I do remember you having a particular fondness with playing with my breasts," she says while her hands begin to caress and lift them. "Gee, you're awful curious about this stuff. Is there anything you'd like to share?" "I'm curious about how to make my roommate forget about a girl. I gave him a blowjob last night, and I think it helped," I admit with a growing confidence. "He's a great guy, and he really needs someone who knows him and what he likes. I'm thinking that no one knows him better than me, so why not convince him to be with me instead of those stupid girls. It's just...he's into girls, so I don't think that it would work." Her face quickly scowls in disgust. "Where did this come from?! Why would you want to do that? I thought you liked girls." "Well..." I stammer for a second. It's never been brought up. Sure, I loved playing with her breasts, and it's difficult to look her in the eyes when they're bouncing back and forth as she speaks. However, Scott and I really made a connection last night when we...no, when I took care of him. He didn't really do anything except have a tantrum in the shower. I just overheard him say that he wanted to forget about that girl, but this feels so real. It's a new adventure that I really want to try all of a sudden. Maybe it's just the newness of the situation. I mean, if you told me that I'd be talking to my ex-girlfriend on how to make a boy like me then I'd tell you to go jump into a lake. Now...well, I'm passing up on my ex- who's obviously interested in fooling around for a chance to hook up with a possible boyfriend. "Mm, Sean. I'm so turned on. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to do more," a very flushed Claudia breathlessly moans. "Um, I haven't ever done this before," Sean nervously whimpers removing all the previous bravado from earlier. "Would you like me to show you how it feels?" she responds mid-moan. "Yes, please," he says in a shaking voice. Suddenly, like a bolt of lightning, everything becomes clear. "Hey, Debbie. Could you tell me what the homecoming themes are again?" I ask as she's openly diddling herself watching the new couple beside us. "Hey, Debs," I snap my fingers a couple of times, "What were the homecoming themes, again?" I don't mean to be a jerk about it. She's just being distracted, so I broke her attention. "Um, I think yesterday was about service, and today was...um," the distracted girl answers, "Something about freedom or secrets or something." Suddenly remembering, I ask, "Could you give me twenty dollars?" She looks at me quizzically, but reaches her hand into the purse lying beside her. She's usually very stingy with her money, and I've seen her rebuff people who ask her for any. This time, however, she doesn't flinch or scoff. It's as if she's forced to give me the money. She's not even paying any attention to it. Her hands are reaching in on their own accord while she continues to gawk at the amorous couple in front of us. "Here!" she exclaims while shoving a twenty dollar bill in my direction. "Hey!" I bark at Debbie ripping her from her stare, "Look at what you just did. You gave me a twenty dollar bill." "Yea, so?" she scoffs. "When's the last time you gave me, or anyone, money when they asked?" "You asked for it, so what? Now stop being a pest, cock boy, and let me go back to the show," she commands while staring at the amorous couple. Claudia gasps loudly, then moans while sitting down on his lap facing my very happy friend with her legs on both sides of his hips. There must be a connection between those homecoming days and what's going on. Surely, this isn't normal. Let's see, the first day was a day of service. Everyone was doing favors for everyone. Hell, I even found ways to help out. Wait a tic...I helped out Scott, too. I mean, he's my friend and he needed help. What kind of friend wouldn't help out his roommate, right? But, would every roommate suck off his friend like I did? Would I do it again? Was that my idea, or did this homecoming thing make me? My eyes scan the room as my mind ponders the week's events and what they mean. All around us are naked people going about their business chatting, laughing, fucking. It's really turning into an orgy with everyone feeling so freely. The chorus of lovemaking is growing louder and louder striking a chord within me. I want to join them, but I don't want to just find anyone. I want to find my roommate. I need to be with him again. I...need him. No, I need what he has that my ex won't ever have. As I turn around to sit up, Claudia is grinding her hips back and forth on Sean's rocking lap screaming in lust. Debbie's legs are spread outward and her hand's motion is blurred with her furious rubbing. Why aren't I jumping at the opportunity to finally have sex with my ex? She's asking for it...literally. I should be fucking her right now, and I feel a little guilty not giving her what she needs. Even my body is telling me I have more important things to do back at the dorm because it's not being aroused by the girl displaying herself in front of me. Alright, there's something new. "Um, I gotta go," I stammer as I stand up completely forgetting that I had left my clothes on the booth. They aren't needed anymore anyway. The walk back to the dorm is quite adventuresome with an almost constant soundtrack of students locked in lovemaking as they've decided to just let all of their inhibitions go and do what their bodies are telling them to do. Hell, even my own member has fallen for the calls for sex. By the time I reached the halfway point to the dorm, my member has risen to its full staff bouncing back and forth on my hips with every step. It's an amazing feeling allowing yourself to be free in the open air. It's refreshing. Along the way, the path is lined with amorous singles and couples enjoying themselves. Most of them ignore me, but a few girls asked me to join them. It must have been a thrill to ask a stranger to enter them. With each decline I grow more accepting in the understanding that I've changed. I'm no longer interested in sex with a girl. No, I'm looking for the other side. I'm changing my attitude towards the act of sex. I'm no longer the pusher trying to put my dick into a hole. I'm now that hole, and it's humbling to think that others would want to do that to me...that I'd want them to do that to me. Do I? Walking in, Scott is watching videos online sitting at his desk. After turning to lock the door, I robotically walk to him to kneel at his side. "Hey, Tim. What the hell?" he gasps in surprise as my hands go straight for his pant's zipper and start to move it down. "Shh," I hush, "You need this. I need this," as my hands finally make contact with his member. It instantly calms my tortured psyche as I seem to feel that this is where I need to be. "Tim, I don't like..." he starts to protest, but I calm him by placing my mouth over the tip of his cock. Like any man, it stops any train of thought silencing him. I need this. I need his cock. I need to do this for him. Both of my hands grip his thickening shaft as I look up to see his eyes closed and a content look on his face. Yes, this is where I need to be. "I've been thinking about your cock all day," I say allowing some of the spit that I've built up flow down my chin. "It's all I want now," I slurp before bringing my lips around the head. "Everyone's been acting weird, Tim," he states dreamily with his head lifted upwards. I pause, wrap my hand around the thickened shaft thinking to myself that I've already memorized some of the bumps, and admit, "I know why," before going back down as if this is my new normal position. "It's the homecoming themes," I gasp as I bring my head up leaving a string of spit from my lips to his reddened, bulbous head. "They're affecting us," I say as the head re-enters my mouth and plunges to the back of my throat causing me to gag a little. "Yea, we all took our clothes off during class today. It was so weird. Groan. Someone just said, 'I wanna be naked' and began stripping. Oh, fuck. It felt so right to just open up and show everyone what I look like naked, so I joined him. We all did." His manhood is starting to pulse and grow a little. I know it's close. "Scott?" I ask while coming up for a breath. "Huh?" "I want you to be my boyfriend," I admit relieving what feels like a ton of weight from my shoulders. "I told you that I don't like boys that way. I like girls," he stressed before groaning again in pleasure. "Then why are you letting me do this?" I ask while lifting up and stroking his shaft using my saliva as lubrication. "I'm a boy, and you're letting me suck you off." "I don't know, moan. What guy would turn down a free blowjob?" he states rather insensitively. "So, if I were a girl, then you'd consider it?" I ask while stopping my worship of his cock. The lack of presence in my mouth humbles me probably as much as it frustrates him. "Yea, I guess," he shrugs. I resume my pleasuring, but his time in earnest. For a minute or so, I forcefully fuck him with my mouth and hand. His groans are matching the pulsing member between my lips. "What kind of girl would you want?" I stop and ask while furiously stroking the aroused pole. "I don't know...groan...big boobs...uh, mmm...pretty...nice body...not too tall, short really...cheerleader type, I guess. Oh, please don't stop!" he cries out. "Is that all?" I torture. "Loves to fuck. All the time. Likes to be touched...seen," he huffs and puffs. He wants a fucking bimbo! Oh, well, it's not like I'm surprised. "Would you cum in her?" "Oh, fuck yes! All the time. Please, stop teasing. I need to cum," he pleads rather loudly. It's enough to probably let everyone on our floor know what we're doing. I gleam with pride. "Then show me," I whisper while gliding my wet, tired mouth down the steel-hard pole of my lover. Scott groans as his tense body jerks wildly underneath me in the chair. Spurts of warm cream coat the back of my mouth instantly flooding my taste buds with his essence. As if riding a bull, I keep my mouth planted as tightly around his cock as possible to keep it inside. As the quakes reside I pull back tightly closing my lips over the head sealing any of his cum in me. His eyes are sleepily crossed, so I'm sure he's watching two of me swallow my prize. As if the spell was lifted, I stand up and walk over to my bed where I collapse. Satisfied. Converted. Wednesday - "Join the team" The light woke me up again today. It's getting so bright now. Glancing over at the clock, I spy 6:35. Sigh, too late to snooze, but too early to rush. Instead, I daydream about what has happened these last two days. Most of the thoughts are erotic with a one thing in common - boys. Kissing boys. Letting them show off for me. Flirting with them. Letting them seek a peek at me. Every other stream of thought involves Scott treating me as a boyfriend. What if we were together? What if we were married?! Oh, I'd let him fuck me as often as we could get alone. Tee, hee! I'd have permanent bowled legs! Reality hits, though, a crashes my gleeful mind as I remember that I don't have the equipment to do more with him. Letting the daydreams take me away for a little too long, I throw off the covers and stretch as far as I can. For the life of me, though, I couldn't touch the bed frame. Oh, well. Scott is still asleep. Too bad I stayed too long. I would have loved to go for a morning quicky. Skipping any shoes, I scamper out the door towards the tall stairway that greets us every morning like a bucket of cold water. It's cold, unemotional cement chills the bottom of my feet. By the time I've made it to the middle of the first flight, each footfall makes my chest jiggle. While not much, it's the first I've ever felt such a thing. Am I getting fat? Opening the front door to the dorm, the entire world reveals itself as if completely new. It's as if I've just emerged from my cocoon. Hello, world. The morning sun shines warmly on my exposed skin keeping it just warm enough to not let me shiver from the newness of the day. Suddenly, a hand rubs the side of my butt ending with a firm squeeze. I turn around to see some random guy smirking back. My brain stalls trying to sort out the moment. Should I be angry that some guy would try to take advantage of me, or should I be flattered that he's impressed enough to touch me? I shrug it off once he's too far to do anything about it and continue my stroll to the first class. All along the walkway students and even some professors are enjoying themselves with lighthearted conversation or a funny joke. Everyone seems to be happy. No one seems to be worried about any problems or issues that may occur with whatever is making us act this way. Maybe it's not such a bad thing after all. Without any stress or worries, I continue onto class past the center courtyard in front of the library. This is usually where the clubs and social groups meet, and it seems to very busy today. Clumps of happy, nude students call out passers-by waving invitations and pamphlets in an effort to join their group. Some are quite pushy causing a traffic jam by those who are being forced to stop to hear a spiel. It's alright, though. We all have to do what we have to do. I for one, need to hurry up! The front doors of the building where my class are crowded by groups of students either entering or leaving. A few of them have elected to enjoy a good doggy-style fuck out in the sunlight before class. Can't say I blame them. It is a beautiful day today. The classroom quickly fills in as the clock on the wall nears the beginning of class. I take my seat and begin to put my supplies in order noticing that the desk is a bit higher than it was yesterday. Maybe they swapped them out with larger ones? "Oh, my god! Your boobies are coming in!" my overly excited row mate exclaims as she sits down. "That is so cute!" I look down to see what the fuss is about, and sure enough, my areola has puffed out a bit giving my chest two small, brown-capped cones pointing outwardly from the each side. It's not much to see, really. Especially with all the other larger, more mature breasts bouncing around. Come to think of it, it really hasn't registered to me that we are all still nude from yesterday. Yes, I remember that I walked across the campus naked, but there doesn't seem to be any occasion about it. There's no controversy or feeling attached to it. It's just that I really don't like to wear clothes anymore. Plus, maybe someone else can grab my butt again - or maybe these boobies that are poking out! I reach up and poke one with my pen. It pushes in enough to see that the padding on my chest has grown a bit since I noticed the jiggling on the way here. Hm, 'MY boobies'. I like the sound of that. "So? How did everything go with your BOYfriend last night?" she teases. I've never really been one to kiss and tell, but if she's interested then I can oblige. Without saying anything, I open my mouth widely and smile. Her eyes grow as big as saucers before she convulses into giggles and squeals. It's infectious, so I join in a little surprised that I can squeal as highly has she can. "And you?" I return the question happy that my voice sounds so much smoother. A wicked smile grows across her face. "I...did it again," she admits before covering her face with her hands. "Okay," she says to herself in an attempt to calm herself, "I was asked to join a new club this morning. It's called the barefoot club. Some totally hot hunk asked me to join. After asking him what it is, he told me to turn around and put my hands on the table." She pauses to wave embarrassment from her face. "He began fucking me. Right there! On the table! Oh, it felt so good. After he finished in me, another took his place. I fucked five guys in the middle of the park this morning! Wanna see?" Excitedly, she raises one leg showing a growing puddle of what looks to be semen in the chair. "They said that I would need to wait a few months before the final word of whether I'm accepted. Oh! It's so exciting to be in a club. It's my first here on campus." My mind is visualizing the scene, and it strangely feels like a fun time. Maybe I could be in a club like that. I'm not so sure about the few months turn-around time, but being with others that share a hobby would be nice. But it sounds more like she got tricked by a horny frat. "Why is it called the 'barefoot' club?" I asked still lost a little to the fantasy. "Um, I'm not sure." Her eyes seem to glaze over a little. "Well, I AM barefoot now. So, maybe that's it." "But we're all barefoot," I reply. "Well...umm...I don't know, but I wanna be in it so badly," she squealed. "Alright, people, take your seats," the professor announces to begin the class. Everyone begins to shuffle around to find their seats. A few couples had to disengage frustratingly, but they'll manage, I'm sure. After waiting for a moment, the professor begins class with an announcement, "I've been given a few of these starter kits for those girls who'd like to join the...let me see what's written on this...uh, barefoot club. If anyone wants to join the barefoot club, then I guess you're supposed to take one of these." He lays a small pile of what looks like candy, or even condom, packets across the table. All at once, a large number of the females in the class run towards the front to get one for themselves. It almost looks like a bad Christmas toy melee. My friend jumps out of her desk and joins the fracas. Some of the other classmates begin to woop and holler, cheering their friends on. The class descends into chaos as the group grabs as many as each one can. "Easy, girls!" the professor calls out, "Just get one and go sit back down." She comes back with triumphantly with scratches and tussled hair. "Here!" she commands, "I got you one, too." I reach for it across the row just as a series odd hisses followed by feminine moans fill the room. We both look around to see the girls who had run to the front in a dreamy stare. "It says: to activate, insert into vagina," she reads. "Okay, here goes nothing!" she beams opening the packet and holds the enclosed egg-shaped, white orb. "Is it candy?" she asks. "Uh, no. It says to insert in your who-ha. It must be like a suppository if you have to put it in down there," I offer pointing to her widened legs. "Are you sure this is what you want to do? I mean, you don't know what's in that thing," I try to give her a chance to think it over. She's contemplating inserting something into her body that some stranger just gave her. "I want to be in that club so badly," she whines looking around anxiously. "They just took turns fucking you out in the open. Why would you want to join a club that does that?" I counter. "Because I want to be a part of something," she says seriously. I pause seeing the desire in her eyes. "If that's what you want, then go for it," I give in an effort to support my new friend. Determined to join a group, her hand shakes as it reaches down to push the orb into her still-dripping cleft. Her eyes flicker, half-lidded, as it is inserted and she groans in pleasure and sits hard on the seat. The same quick hiss erupts from underneath her as her body sits up rigidly eyes-wide open. A faint moan escapes her lips. "Oh!" she gasps undeterred by the fact that she's in the middle of a full classroom. Her eyes focus then unfocus and focus again as if she's contemplating something or solving a puzzle. "Um, what's going on?" I whisper noticing that some of the girls who use the instruments are acting weirdly. One of them is frantically jilling herself off while caressing her large breasts. A couple of them have started to leave the room in a daze, and some have just continued where some of the couples left off by finding ways to have sex in the classroom. One is even asking around for volunteers. "I get it now. I've finally done it," she says distantly. "Done what?" I whine while leaning over to look at the space between her legs. As I do, my little boobies brush against my right arm causing me to flinch. My eyes glance down to see two pubescent cones poking outward stiffly almost a half-hand away from my chest. I've never really been a skinny person, but now my little boobies look so cute down there. "Remember yesterday when I was afraid that I'd gotten knocked up by that tattoo guy? Well, I think those five guys did it," she states calmly which was strange considering what she's saying. "I feel like I'd just won the lottery, but it's so much more important," she tells me while turning my way. A slight wet slurp can be heard by the from between her legs. "I'm relieved. There was a scare as if it hadn't happened, but then I remember what those guys did for me. Tim?" she says while pressing her hands to her abdomen, "I'm pregnant." Her face lightens up as her smile grows widely. The professor had continued the lesson, but hardly anyone is paying attention with all of the action happening. My friend has turned to face forward, but is only focused on caressing her belly. Sympathetically, I reach down to rub my own. Much of my view is blocked by the slight cleavage, but what I can see is surprising. I'm so much more trim down there than I remember. What used to be an unfortunately pudgy belly is now a cute little pooch. It's so cute with a couple of rolls from my bending over. Put together with these new pointers on my chest, and I'm sure that I could get some attention from the guys. From them... I pause. From them. I look over to the new mother and see myself. I no longer see myself as one of them. No. I'm...I'm a girl, now. From looking at myself to comparing the guys in the classroom. It's us and them. Girls and boys. I've gone to the other team. A quick glance down farther between my legs reveals my once proud member has shrunken a little in length but is more red and bulbous at the head. It seems foreign. It's like it shouldn't be there, although I know that it's been there for some time. My hand brings the barefoot club device up to where I can read it again. Conflicting thoughts fight within my mind expecting to be able to and wanting to use it myself, but knowing that I don't have the parts to make it work. The professor looks like he's given up. No one is paying any attention. "Hello, mom?" the girl speaks into her phone. "Yea, I think I'm done with school. I wanna come home...no, I'm not hurt...well, I have a surprise for you and daddy. Yea...I'll be home tomorrow. Say, is anyone using my old crib that you keep in the attic?" Seeing that I'm not gonna get anything from this class anymore, I get up to leave. I'm not the only one, either. Half of the class has already left, and the other looks impatient to leave as well. The desk seems awfully large and the chair is higher off the ground. I usually have to grunt to stand up, but I didn't just now. Oh, well. I'd better go try to meet up with my friends at the commons to sort this out. It's so busy today. With my books in hand, I wonder why they feel heavier as I exit the main doorway to the building and step out into the open. I try to bring them up to my chest, but my new developments have another opinion. My pointed boobies seem to want to do more than just jiggle with every step now - they're bouncing. I wonder how big they're going to be. Even my hips are changing the way I walk. Curious, I look down to see that they're a bit wider making my thighs and butt look bigger as well. I hope it's enough for Scott to be happy. Maybe I WILL have the equipment I was pining for soon. Another stray hand squeezes my bottom cheek. I look at the perpetrator, and blush when I see that he's cute. Because of their weight, I bring the books in front of me below my boobs so both hands can carry them. This is causing my breasts to squeeze together forming a distinct line of cleavage. It's not large but enough to catch a few guys' stares as I walk by. "Hey, cutie. How about you and me go try out this new toy over here under the tree?" some sleazy upperclassman says to me like some greasy oaf in a bar waving a rubber dildo at every girl walking by. Geez, I've been a girl for less than an hour, and I'm already turning guys away. However, his half erect cock does look like it would be fun to play with. Maybe I could take a moment... No! I need to wait for Scott. All of this is because I'm trying to get Scott to forget about the other girls. I'm not just some easy...slutty...no, damn it! "No, thank you," I say in a sing-song voice that surprises me while continuing to walk. Would I have fallen for this sleazy guy if not for my connection with Scott? It would be really fun to just lay down with him and enjoy the pleasure we can give each other. Oh, I bet it would feel so good to just let go and discover every inch of him. Would I let him enter me? I gasp at the recognition. If this continues, then I could let him in me. We could have such good sex here under the tree, and he could cum in me. He could finish in me, and I'd be alright with it. My heart skips a beat and I pause holding my breath. The only thing keeping me from being like the girl in class is what's between my legs, and inside I'm not sure I know that I don't want it. I look down between the now-dark brown areola atop my rounding breasts to the space behind my books, and I wonder if I'll have enough control to stop it or even if I want it to. Am I destined to follow her path? Being in class at this time, I usually don't come to our usual meeting spot in the commons, so I'm happy to see that I won't be alone. The girls are there chatting and giggling. Both of them are still completely nude, but that isn't an issue anymore. They're beautiful as I've always thought, however this time it's not sexual. No. It's complimentary. It's friendly, even to the point of jealousy. Besides, it's not like we're not on the same team now. I approach them haltingly unknowing if they'll accept these changes. For the first time since yesterday, I'm unsteady with letting others know everything about me. Does this mean that I'm overcoming the spell that has been placed on us? As I approach Debbie spots me and gives me a weird sideways glance. I must be similar enough to be recognizable, but not so much for her to ID me. "Um, hi," I timidly offer the two confused girls. My voice falters with my new melodic voice. This is similar to how we met on the first day of school. The irony. "What's your name?" Debbie asks cur