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After that first night, Rachel and I developed a bond that was closer than the loose friendships among the rest of the group. We began to meet at least once a week to study for Calculus together and would often have lunch after class or simply sit and talk. I learned that she was a Biology major. She took it upon herself to be my mentor, to help me avoid or at least get through all of the mistakes and missteps that everyone made in their first year. There were nights when we would just the two of us would go out together, cruising some of the local hangouts for singles who were under twenty-one years. I talked to a few guys during these outings, but never really came close to a connection.
Mostly, I just watched Rachel. If she had let me, I would have brought a pen and paper to take notes. Rachel would strike up a conversation with anyone, picking out the logo on a tee-shirt, a wristwatch, even an expensive pen or a pair of shoes to comment on. No matter what it was, she seemed to know enough about it to carry on a discussion, often to the delight of the person opposite her. It gave her the semblance of having a personal magnetism, letting her find a common ground with anyone and build upon it. My first impression from the night at the club was that she would chase any guy that so much as looked at her. I came to understand that she was very shrewd in her choice of men, but that she wanted to be sure to give herself the widest possible range of choices. She let me know that this year, she had yet to find a suitable man to even date.
With us, it was my appreciation for Physics and Math that she used to draw me out, at least at first. I could never tell if the First Law of Thermodynamics was really so interesting to her, but it didn’t take long to discover that her understanding of Calculus only went so deep. When we studied together, more often it was me instructing her on a particular formula or theorem. Her strength lay in her memory, in that she could call up seemingly anything she had heard in lecture without having to consult notes or flip through the book. For a time, I valued our friendship more than any other relationship I had to that point experienced in my life.
A few weeks after our first outing, we got together to go out for a movie. “Pay it Forward” was the only film that held even a smidgeon of appeal for us, though Laura defended her wish to see “Bring it On” until the rest of us stood together and gave her a unanimous and unconditional “no”.
We chose a Sunday afternoon showing, which meant that even though it was opening weekend, the theater had ample seating. We went to a spot further back in the theater and filed in. Araceli sat next to the wall with Megan next to her, then me, Rachel, Laura, Casey and Darren. We had gotten two large buckets of popcorn and passed them back and forth while we waited for the lights to dim. Araceli and Megan, as always, acted just like any young couple in love, whispering and giggling to each other while they shared a soda. They had each worn mini skirts, which contrasted with the more relaxed jeans and slacks that the rest of us were wearing.
I settled into my seat as the previews began to roll, feeling good to be out having fun with friends. I looked over at Casey, wondering how her uphill battle against her boyfriend’s resistance was going, but she was simply resting with her head against Darren’s shoulder, though her hand was making suspicious circles around his knee. Laura looked straight ahead at the movie screen, munching slowly on popcorn. I had learned from Rachel that Laura was bisexual and had known Megan from her high school, though the two of them had never dated. Supposedly, she had a long-term girlfriend, but she almost never brought her along on any of their group outings. I glanced over to see Araceli and Megan kiss briefly, then put their foreheads together and giggle again at something I couldn’t hear.
I sat back once more to watch the movie begin. I was a big fan of Kevin Spacey, and though I wouldn’t admit it, Haley Joel Osmont also. It was maybe fifteen minutes into it that I noticed Megan shifting her position next to me. I turned my head just slightly so that I could watch her from the corner of my eye. Megan kept her gaze lifted to the movie screen, but her right hand crept slowly up along Araceli’s leg. She caressed the girl’s thighs down to her knees and back, finally prompting Araceli to uncross her legs. Now her fingers slipped to her inner thigh, still tracing the same path.
One of Araceli’s manicured hands touched Megan’s lips. Still keeping her eyes on the movie, Megan opened her mouth slightly for one of Araceli’s fingers and began to play with it using her lips and tongue. Araceli, silent until now, breathed in deeply, just as Megan’s hand began to explore higher along her leg, pushing back her miniskirt and slipping beneath. I watched, too fascinated to look away. Even though the skirt hid what was going on, I could tell by the motion of her hand that Megan had reached the top of Araceli’s thighs and began to lightly massage the outer lips of her sex.
I felt a change in my body, like the slow uncurling of a flower basking in the heat of the sun. My breathing came rapid and shallow as I watched Araceli’s hand, two fingers now glistening, glide down over Megan’s body and under her skirt, pressing purposefully between her legs. Megan shivered and I could imagine a pleasant chill running down her back at the contact. She closed her eyes and leaned back, a serene smile on her face. Watching her, my body ached to be touched as well, so much that I squirmed in my seat for the slight friction it gave me.
Where are you going with this? I suddenly asked myself, turning away. Is that what you want? A stigma that will haunt you the rest of your life? My preoccupation with girls was nothing more than a silly fantasy. I was letting my desire for freedom and companionship get confused with my desire to explore my suppressed sexuality. But why did I keep coming back to it? Why should Megan’s lifestyle hold such a powerful attraction for me?
A hand touched my own. Startled, I looked down and saw Megan slide her palm under mine and entwine our fingers together. I watched her face as she fell deeper under Araceli’s spell. What was I to Megan? A friend, or the potential for something more? How could I know that when I couldn’t even understand my own feelings?
Megan’s mouth suddenly opened wide and she gripped my hand harder. I could see and feel the tension of her body as she grunted softly through a climax that lasted several seconds. When it was over, she brought Araceli’s fingers to her mouth once more to taste them. She gave me a tiny, lazy smile before slipping down off her chair. I watched, wondering what she could be up to. Keeping her head low, Megan crawled over and knelt between Araceli’s feet. Araceli scooted forward on her seat and opened her legs wider.
“Oh, for the love of fucking Christ,” Rachel said. She had finally caught sight of what was going on between Megan and Araceli. The others looked to see what was happening, but Rachel stood up quickly to block their view. “Come on,” we’re moving,” she said, grabbing my wrist. She moved us about fifteen rows up and on the other side of the aisle. When I looked back, I could only see Araceli, who looked as though she had fallen asleep but was having a particularly good dream.
November approached, bringing with it a palpable sense of relief. For most students, midterms were over and we had at least another month before we had to start studying for finals. It also meant that Halloween was coming, a holiday that freshman students whispered about almost with a kind of reverence. UC santa Barbara had been known for years as an excellent party school, and Halloween represented both the best and worst of that tradition. The day that students looked forward to as the greatest party of the year, I’m certain the police, fire, and ambulance crews unanimously dreaded.
Megan came to Rachel’s room during our study session that week to tell us about the party where we needed to meet her and the others. It didn’t even seem to occur to her that we might have other plans or simply not want to go. I waited for Rachel to promise to be there before I put in my own assent.
I decided to walk to the party, not realizing what a frightening prospect that could be. We were supposed to meet at a house in Isla Vista, a square mile of land next to the university filled with fraternity and sorority houses, apartments, duplexes, and houses packed as closely together as possible. On seemingly every street I passed, there was a party going on, and the house I needed to get to was on the farthest corner from where I had started. Some of the streets in I.V. have almost no lighting at all, and my self-preservation instincts began to tell me that walking was a very stupid idea. I was more relieved than I cared to admit to myself when I reached Del Playa Drive and could see that my destination was just a few houses down.
It looked as though the party had begun early. Plastic cups littered the front yard, and about a dozen people sat in the front yard smoking. Laura was one of them, holding a cup of beer in one hand and a cigarette in the other. I waved to her. “Hey.”
“Hi, babe,” she said, taking a draw of smoke. She passed it over to the asian girl sitting next to her, who took her own pull. Laura blinked her eyes slowly as she blew out a stream of smoke. “Wanna try some?”
“No,” I said quickly. Then I noticed the way the other girl held the tiny stick between two fingers. “Is that marijuana?”
Laura shrugged. “Yeah. You still don’t want any?”
“No thanks.”
“Suit yourself,” Laura drawled. “Hey, you haven’t met Sachi yet, have you? Sachiko, this is Shelly. Shelly, girlfriend.”
“Oh, hi,” I said, holding out my hand.
“Nice to meet you,” Sachi replied, her voice laced with a strong Japanese accent. She put her beer down to shake my hand. Smoke curled up from her nostrils as she spoke again. “Raura told me all about you. She says you’re a genius.” She looked at the joint and waggled it with her fingers. “Probably better not to do this stuff. It make you a little, ah, stupid.”
“I know,” I said, wrinkling my nose at the smell. To Laura, “Is anyone else here yet?”
“Casey and Darren didn’t make it. I think the rest are driving over together. Go get yourself a drink.”
I ventured inside, where probably close to a hundred students were packed into a living and dining room. Music assaulted me, something hip-hop that I didn’t recognize. I edged through the crowd to a table next to the wall where two kegs had been set up. On the table, I found a plastic cup and filled it with the yellow liquid. It looks like piss, I thought. When I took a sip, I nearly choked.
Someone patted me on the back. I looked over at my shoulder. He was close to my own height, with a baby face and a goatee. I didn’t find the combination particularly attractive. “You okay?” he asked.
“I’m fine,” I said, and took another sip of the vile stuff.
“I’m Shawn,” he said. “Pretty sweet party, eh?”
“Yeah,” I said, flashing a smile I wasn’t feeling.
He rolled his hand out, palm up. “And your name is….”
“Shelly.”
“Cool. Did you come with anybody?”
I was starting to wish I’d never opened my mouth. “Yeah, she’s outside. You know Laura?”
“Nope. But that’s cool. So you don’t have a boyfriend?”
“Uh, no,” I said, “not right now.”
“You know you’re very cute.”
I didn’t know what to say to this, so I didn’t say anything. I took a longer sip of the beer. It wasn’t quite as bad as I had thought at first.
“So do you live around here?” Shawn went on.
“I live on campus. Anacapa.”
“Cool. I know some people there. Hey, you wanna sit down?”
I stood on my toes to peer over the heads of the people in the crowd. “I’m kind of waiting for someone.”
“No problem. Let’s go stand by the door.”
I needed to think of a polite way to tell him that I wasn’t interested in him, but nothing came to mind. I couldn’t bring myself to just tell him to get away from me.
“What are you taking?” he asked when we had settled into a spot against the wall.
“Physics.”
“Cool. I’m a Communications major. Who are you waiting for?”
“Megan. Tall girl, blonde.”
“Don’t think I know her.”
You talk too much, I wanted to tell him. Why did I have to be so damned nice? I swirled the last of my beer around. It looked even more like piss now. The last time I had drunk alcohol had given me such a nice feeling, though. Grimacing, I drank the last of it.
“Hey, let me get you another one,” Shawn offered, taking the cup from me.
I looked at my watch. Megan and the others should have been here twenty minutes ago. I thought of slipping away before Shawn noticed, but by then it was too late. He was already making his way back to me.
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Introduction: She lived next door with her 2 daughters The Fairy God Mother – Happy Halloween… My parents were going out of town. My Dad always starts his vacation the week before Halloween. They wont be back for a month. I didnt ask were they were going this year. I was just happy to have the house to myself. I had just graduated High School a few months back. I was still looking for a job. I was in no hurry to get started in finding one. I dont think my parents cared if I got a job or not. I...
Our daughter has always been rebellious. She's one of those brown-hair blue eyed innocent looking girls who just loves to be bad. It wasn't until her senior year in high school where things really started to become out of control with Anne as she became even more rebellious towards everything. Around that same period, my wife found d**gs in her room which was the last straw for us.That resulted in my wife and I agreeing to put a strict limit on her allowance since then. My relationship with my...
This is Halloween themed, as I couldn't figure out a better way to make this story jive. I hope this would be one of the more interesting rings of transformation type of stories. I've used some of my favorite comic book characters in this. They are represented by Marvel or DC or whatever (I don't follow the publisher names). I am in no way affiliated with them. I'm just using their characters for the sake of my story. If you're looking for plot, I'm not sure this story will be that...
My arms ached a little, having been stretched out on the red leather bench for so long. I could feel my long nails against the heel of my hand as they were wrapped around the cold steel legs of the bench; the same legs where my wrists had been handcuffed. I had purchased the four foot by two foot bench for a place to sit down and put on my shoes in the mudroom but she had found a different use for it. Bent forward at the waist while on my knees, my chest and tummy would lie...
My parents were going out of town. My Dad always starts his vacation the week before Halloween. They won't be back for a month. I didn't ask were they were going this year. I was just happy to have the house to myself. I had just graduated High School a few months back. I was still looking for a job. I was in no hurry to get started in finding one. I don't think my parents cared if I got a job or not. I went to bed late. Got up in the afternoon and was a slacker most of the day. I was...
A Halloween Present for my TG Co-Respondents! Not very TG this time, but it does have some merit I think. I hope. For those whose reality includes fantasy, not for those who fantasize reality, not for those who can't tell the difference, and not for those under legal age. I guess that about covers it. Queer Halloween by Vickie Tern i. Oh, there's the waiter. I'm so pleased we could get...
A Bronze Bookmark Halloween An "Odues' Oddities" Story by TGTrinity The wind was picking up, and Sam secured his scarf tightly around his neck. The city streets were empty, save for some stragglers who were drunkenly trying to find their way to another party. There was a commotion in the distance, and Sam figured it was some kids egging a house, a drunken brawl moving from a party into the neighborhood streets or a father chasing a guy out of his daughters bedroom. On Halloween...
Last Halloween - Last Halloween he died, this Halloween it would be her turn. October 31st, 9:00am Bethal Estate, master bedroom, 3 miles south of Aspen, CO The light knocking on their bedroom door woke Annie up. She opened her eyes and watched as her maid, Maddy, entered, carrying her breakfast on a tray. Annie studied her maid as she approached her bed, something seemed off about her. Annie sat up, allowing the woman in the black uniform, highlighted in white lace, to...
LIFE OUT OF JOINT ================= by Crazy Baron DISCLAIMERS This work is not intended to make profit. It may be distributed to forums where it can be read free of charge, provided that the author gives his explicit permission and that the text is not altered. While it contains copyrighted intellectual property (namely, appearances of fictional characters), no copyright infringement is intended. As the story deals with topics and themes related to sexuality, violence and...
An Unforgettable Halloween With Three Women. Tessa gets tricked at a Halloween ball but it turns out to be an unforgettable treat. This past Halloween I took advantage of a chance to attend a charity Halloween ball. I had to travel for business to a city in upstate New York for a few days, and my first day there I saw an advertisement for an annual Halloween costume ball taking place in the mansion of local philanthropist. The annual party raises a significant amount of money...
One of the phenomena I was thoroughly thankful for was the acceptance of our new relationship between me and Vassy by her parents. At first they were leery of me, even though my unknown actions were the catalyst that brought Vassy back from her very dark place. That fact kept me awake many a night attempting to figure out just what I had done, whatever it was I was eternally grateful for the result. I had Peter Grate to thank because of his hours of comments about his hometown, Abbotsville....
Hours later, I woke up to early morning sun. We had shifted around in the night, and Alex was behind me, his left arm under my neck, his right draped across my stomach. It was a nice way to awaken. His slow breathing told me he was still asleep, and the pale light in the room told me most of the city probably still did too. I replayed the previous night in my mind, reliving the incredible sex and considering again what a whirlwind the previous weeks had been. I felt so lucky and...
XENA FOR HALLOWEENBy Karen Flynn It was approaching Halloween. My girlfriend and I were trying tofigure out some good costumes. Halloween was the only time of the year thatI was allowed to venture out of the house crossdressed so I always tried tomake the best of it. We were sitting at home watching TV when I saw mycostume. I got a smile out of Debbie when I said "That's it I am going tobe XENA." Much to my surprise Debbie said "Ok, I will be Gabriel." Let me give you a little background on...
Xena For Halloween By Karen Flynn It was approaching Halloween. My girlfriend and I were trying to figure out some good costumes. Halloween was the only time of the year that I was allowed to venture out of the house crossdressed so I always tried to make the best of it. We were sitting at home watching TV when I saw my costume. I got a smile out of Debbie when I said, "That's it I am going to be XENA." Much to my surprise Debbie said, "Okay, I will be Gabriel." Let me...
WILD Halloween PARTY EVERFirst sorry everyone it’s been a several month since I been here was busy with my life. Anyway Halloween comes once a year and we all wear custom and I know personally lots of guys like to wear female custom. I am cross-dress and love Halloween, this Halloween was wild first ever wild Halloween party I ever been too. It was black party nothing but black guys and very few white guys but lots of white, Asian and black shemale was their and soon I walk in lots of black...
So Shelly leaves me a priority message at work, saying I need to be home by 1PM to get a delivery - figuring she'd ordered the boards for the porch that need replacing I thought little of it. There was indeed wood delivered to the house, but it was not what I was expecting.I pulled into the drive and there was a champagne colored Escalade parked, and as I parked and got out, a series of large black men exited the Escalade. I recognized Mitch, and said "Do I have to ask?" to which he replied,...
Hi I am harshit and I am from Delhi story pr start krne se pehle pehle me aapko apne or shelly k baare me bta deta hu me 18yrs ka hu or good looking or smart hu or an me aapko apni sex partner k baare me btata huu wo ek randi se bhi bdiya mza deti hai uski age 20yrs hai or smart hai uskii gaand ek dum tight or moti hai jab wo chlti hai to ski gaand zor zor se hilti hai or tight jeans me to uski gaand bhosda lgti hai ar uske mome aise uchalte hai jaise baket ball ho agar koi bhi usse dekh le to...
I'd been to Uncle Nat's farm once before when I was ten and as the Greyhound droned and swayed up the highway toward Connerton I thought back about that summer almost six years in the past. Uncle Nat was my only living kin, the brother of my real father. He had two sons, one older than myself by a couple of years and the other a grade behind me in school. Most of my memories of the country were hazy, but there were certain details I did recall-- like the way the boys took me into the barn...
Nat's old pick-up still wasn't parked by the house when I walked down the hill into the yard. I only hoped that Old Man Gordon was true to his word and didn't care about my uncle plowing his pretty young wife. When Linda saw me dragging into the kitchen, she wiped her hands on her apron and gave me an inquisitive look. "Where's your uncle?" "He let me off at the pasture gate," I said, making up lies as fast as I could. "Said he had to get over to Johnston's to pick up some baling...