Making College Free Ch2

I'm back. Hopefully recharged from the holidays and ready to kick it into gear. Gonna try to get at least three stories up in January for you wonderful pervs so stay tuned. Let's try to make 2021 at least 30% less crappy than 2020 ;)

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Rebeccah avoided Alexis the day after their strange, erotic, disturbing interaction at the frat house. Then the next day. And the next. She skipped one class and sat by the door in the other, arriving two minutes late and leaving two minutes early, earning a sharp look from the professor.

But she knew that this couldn’t continue indefinitely and she had to do something about this. She needed to talk to Alexis. To confront her.

Monday rolled around and Rebeccah headed to her first class where Alexis was the TA. She walked in, proud. She wasn’t nearly as confident as she looked but she stood tall and took her seat saying briefly, “Sorry for being absent. I had an… emergency.”

The professor looked at her, reading something in her eyes and gave her a brief nod, “It’s alright Ms. Fiera. Don’t make a habit of it please.”

“Of course not. Thank you.” Rebeccah took her seat and pointedly avoided Alexis’s gaze. She stared at the teacher for the entire class and stood up quickly when it was time to leave.

“Rebeccah can I…” Alexis started to say at the door but Rebeccah blew past her, quickly walking to the next class. Let her stew some more, she thought.

She ignored the diminutive redhead in the next class as well, again rushing out the door. This time, however, she waited outside the door and, when Alexis walked out, she grabbed her arm roughly and steered her down a sparsely populated hallway. “Hey!” Alexis said.

“Don’t you think if there’s any protests about anything it should be from me?” Rebeccah said.

Alexis looked up at her, startled by the sudden, surprising aggression. She nodded, looking suddenly very, very small. And weak.

“Good… now what the hell was all that about?”

“What” Alexis said softly.

“Don’t pretend, Alexis… That was…,” she looked around for a moment before lowering her voice, “That was really fucked up.”

Alexis didn’t say anything but just held Rebeccah’s eyes for a moment before whispering, “I’m sorry.”

Rebeccah was surprised by the ease of earning the admission, “Uhh… thank you.”

“It’s just… well… I was really turned on and thought you were too… I mean you acted like you were.”

“Yeah… but there was… I mean… there was a boy there,” she said, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked around, embarrassed more from the memory than the conversation.

“Yeah… wasn’t it great?” Alexis said, appearing to perk up.

“No, Alexis. I’m a lesbian!”

“Me too,” Alexis said.

Rebeccah’s mouth opened and closed a couple times before she managed an incredulous, “What?”

“I only really like girls… I just… well… I have this arrangement with the frat, you see. They get to… you know… do stuff with me. And I get free room and board and a stipend.”

Rebeccah gasped, holding her hand to her chest as if she’d been shot, “Alexis! That’s… That’s…,” she again looked around the hall before whispering a barely audible, “That’s prostitution.”

Alexis shrugged, “I guess… I see it as me making something out of one of my assets and getting paid by a bunch of frat guys… I find it empowering.”

Rebeccah mulled over this idea. She’d heard it made before about prostitution. That it was empowering to women and should be legalized and regulated not reduced to the shadows. Rebeccah had always rejected that idea because her mental image was of a drug addicted street walker in New York. She’d never thought about this situation before. The possibility that someone might just find a good economic interaction and decide it was worth it. “They don’t… they don’t abuse you?”

Alexis giggled and then said, “No… of course not… I mean maybe a spanking or two but those are just for fun.”

Rebeccah blushed at this as she pictured the admittedly sexy mental image. “And they haven’t like… forced you to do anything. This isn’t blackmail, right?”

“No… nothing like that. I answered an ad on Craig’s List and lucked into it. All I have to do is be available to them when they want something and they take care of me… plus… you know… they TAKE CARE of me if you know what I mean.”

Rebeccah ignored the last statement’s innuendo and looked back at her friend, “But you’re a lesbian,” she said, voicing what seemed like her strongest and most irrefutable argument.

“Sure… I only ever want to date and fall in love with girls. I’d never date any of those frat boys. But sexually… you know… I have a hole that needs to be filled… you get it, right?”

“What? No!” Rebeccah said, ignoring the clenching happening beneath her jeans.

“Well… could we…  you know… could we maybe go back to your room and maybe I’ll see if you have any needs I can help you with then?”

Ten minutes later, the two girls were tumbling into Rebeccah’s room. Rebeccah pressed Alexis to the wall and Alexis responded with her hands roaming all over Rebeccah’s clothes, expertly unbuckling, unsnapping and unbuttoning her way through Rebeccah’s clothes.

“Next time…” Rebeccah said as her bra unsnapped and Alexis kissed her. “You have to…,” she said before gasping as Alexis’s small lips found her nipples. “Ask me first,” she managed just as Alexis’s finger found her slit.

Alexis smiled and looked up, “So there’s going to be a next time?” Her lips attached to Rebecca’s nipple again, causing the taller woman to squeal in pleasure.

“Maybe…” she managed.

Alexis, now fully in control, guided Rebeccah to the bed and pushed her down. “Just maybe?” she asked as she climbed atop the other girl.

“I mean… it was… hot… kinda.”

Alexis smiled, “Yeah it was. I really loved having you there watching. I don’t always get off with the guys but you made it so hot… Becki.”

Something about hearing Alexis call her that touched her deep inside, “Rebeccah…” she said in half hearted protest.

Alexis lowered her face to Rebeccah’s wet cunt. She could feel the hot breath on her most sensitive skin. So close. So damn close.

“Okay,” Alexis said. Lick. “Rebeccah,” she said, another lick. “But you gotta be okay with my lifestyle if you want me to,” lick, “be with you.”

“Yes… Oh my god… no judgement… please… just… please, Alexis,” she said.

“You don’t think I’m a slut?” Alexis asked, looking up at Rebeccah’s face. She was in erotic agony, eyes closed and face turned up to the ceiling. Alexis let her finger circle Rebeccah’s clit, spreading slick wetness around the sensitive bud.

“No… noooo,” she said.

Alexis made a pouty face as she hovered over Rebeccah. “But I am a slut, Becki. I LOVE getting fucked… feeling random cocks slamming into me… and I love having other little sluts who like to lick my pussy afterwards.”

Rebeccah’s eyes went wide as she imagined it. She felt her cunt moisten even more and Alexis’s fingers slid through her slit. “B… b… but I’m not a slut,” Rebeccah said.

“It’s okay to be a slut,” Alexis said, leaning down to flick her tongue agonizingly across Rebeccah’s taut nipple.

“Nooo,” Rebeccah moaned, her back arching as she was desperate for more contact. She could feel herself so close to release but Alexis’s touches were just not enough. It’s like she was being forced to walk a line on the edge of a cliff and she was so close to toppling over.

“So it’s bad that I’m a slut. Are you judging me, Becki.” The redhead’s voice took on a dominating tone that struck Rebeccah deep in her core. “You know, I’m such a slut that I even got it written on me, wanna see?”

Alexis pulled off of Rebeccah and turned around. She slid her hand behind her neck, flipping her hair up and revealing four little letters on the back of her neck. They were written in an ornate, flowery script but the letters were unmistakable. S-L-U-T.

“That’s so… wicked…” Rebeccah said as she reached out to trace the letters with her finger. Alexis shivered at the touch.

Alexis turned back and pounced on Rebeccah, pushing the brunette back to the bed and lowering her mouth to Rebeccah’s flowing cunt. “I think you like a little… wicked, Becki.”

The redhead’s touch brought back all the electricity at once and took Rebeccah straight back to the edge of glorious oblivion, “No… please… Alexis… please.”

“What do you need? Tell me?”

“To cum… please… to cum…”

Alexis smiled and lowered her face to Rebeccah’s spread cunt, “Okay, lover.”

Rebeccah’s world exploded into a million pieces and it was several hours before the world bothered to reform into normal.

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This went on for another week. The two young ladies saw each other after their second class, rushed back to Rebeccah’s dorm and Alexis would make Rebeccah cum with expert lips, tongue and fingers. She didn’t even make Rebeccah return the favor, instead telling her that the orgasm she’d given Alexis at the frat house was so good it earned multiples in the other direction.

After a week of this, Alexis began stretching out the sessions. Making them go longer and longer, keeping Rebeccah on the edge for hours while talking increasingly dirty to her. Alexis even slipped in some tales from the Frat house.

“No… you can’t go down on me today… I had Brent this morning. He’s the biggest guy there and every time he takes me it’s… well… my little kitty is so sore afterwards I sometimes can’t even walk.”

“He’s that big?” Rebeccah gasped, imagining a two foot long cock as thick as her leg.

“Uhhuh,” Alexis said, “It’s gotta be a foot long and like a fucking coke can,” she said.

Rebeccah, despite Alexis’s magic fingers, managed to laugh.

“What?” Alexis asked in annoyance.

“It’s just… well… I was picturing two feet and three times thicker.”

Alexis smacked Rebeccah’s thigh. Hard. Both girls took note of Rebeccah’s erotic reaction which was to moan loudly and spread her legs involuntarily. “I’m not even 5 ft tall… I’m not sure I have two feet of torso to fit it in, dork!”

“I know… that’s why it’s so funnnneeeee,” she said, cutoff as Alexis descended to her cunt again.

Alexis adopted a wicked smile and said, “Just for that, I’m not letting you cum today.”

“What? We’re stopping?”

“Nope… I’m going to go for the next two hours and not let you cum. So buckle up you hot little slut!”

She made good on her promise. Rebeccah hated it and loved it. The entire next day, sex was all she could think about. Every cute girl she passed she mentally undressed. When Alexis did it the next day, Rebeccah thought she couldn't take any more. “Can I cum today, Alexis?”

“No,” Alexis said, teasing her for the third day in a row. “But if you can hold out for one more day, I’ll give you something that will blow your mind. Okay?”

“Okayyyyy…” she said as the redhead’s tongue grazed her wet lips for what seemed like the millionth time. Her touch was so light and feathery that she could almost imagine she was alone. But instead, there was a sex demon driving her slowly insane. “But I need it… soon… I can barely concentrate on class… Please, Alexis.”

“I know it’s hard, Becki,” Alexis said, looking up at the girl to gauge her reaction. Her eyes just rolled and her hips arched. A very encouraging sign that Alexis took note of. “What will you do for me, Rebeccah?”

“Anything,” she said. “Anything… just give me that tongue. Let me cum, Alexis!”

“Patience… tomorrow… I promise… but you have to promise to be really open minded and understanding. Can you do that?”

“Yesssss… Yes. Anything!”

“You’ll lick my pussy and make me cum?”

The request nearly overpowered Rebeccah and sent her over the edge but Alexis had enough forethought to back off before she asked. Instead, Rebeccah thrashed on the bed, desperately trying to find some contact on her overstimulated clit. “Yes… God… I so want to eat that sweet little kitty of yours, Alexis. I’d do it everyday if you let me. Please… Please… don’t be mean, Alexis… please.”

Alexis smiled, giving her new lover another long lick, taking Rebeccah almost to the edge of release before backing off. “Will you come visit me for lunch tomorrow? Please?”

Rebeccah didn’t even pause, “Of course.”

Alexis looked up from between her legs and smiled, “Good, girl.”

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It didn’t occur to her until she was walking down the street the next day that she hadn’t been back to the frat house since the first day. But she’d told Alexis she’d do anything for her and her only request was to visit her for lunch. If she couldn’t do that, then she was a lousy friend… let alone girlfriend. She took a deep breath before knocking on the dark, mahogany door that guarded the entrance. No noise came from within as she stood there awkwardly. She waited patiently for a couple minutes before finally raising her fist to knock again. Before she could, the door opened and a small, spectacled face poked out. “Yeah?”

“Hi, I’m Rebeccah,” she said.

“Oh yeah… Lexi’s friend,” the young man said as he swung the door open. “We’re almost done with her then she’s all yours, okay…” he said. As the door opened, Rebeccah walked in and could hear noises coming from the hallway.

“Hurry up,  you guys. Rebeccah’s coming soon.”

“She’s already here,” called the young man who Rebeccah now realized was shirtless and looking very flushed. He turned back to Rebeccah and gave a shrug that seemed to say, “Weird, huh?” before walking off.

“Fuck… guys… let me… oh God… fuck… fine… never mind… oh fuck that’s good… yeah… right there… do it… do it… fill me up… fuck me… yes!” the last scream was so obviously fake that even to Rebeccah’s inexperienced ear, it sounded like bad porn.

Rebeccah sat and waited, mind racing at the weirdness of this relationship. Was this really something she wanted to get into? So complicated and unconventional and weird. But lots of things worth having were hard. And she’d never forgive herself if her first college romance ended because she refused to expand her boundaries and be open minded.

A boy walked out of the hallway where the noise had come from. He wasn’t attractive. Nor unattractive. Average height. Average build. Just… basically… average.

Alexis walked out behind him, still adjusting her clothing. She called out to the man, “Thanks Kevin,” she said, her voice sultry and thick with innuendo. “That was the best yet… tell Liam and Brian they were great too,” she called out. The young man’s back straightened with pride as he walked off with a noticeable pep in his step.

Alexis walked up to Rebeccah and gave her a kiss. The redhead’s lips were strangely moist and Rebeccah pulled away, “Did you…”

“Blow them? Oh no… those boys all like to… you know… uhmm… get their money’s worth if you know what I mean.”

Rebeccah understood exactly. Just five minutes ago her girlfriend had been fucked by not one but three frat boys. She found the idea bothered her less than it should. But that thought bothered her… a lot. Before Rebeccah could fully process, Alexis grabbed her hand and drug her upstairs with a flirty, girlish giggle.

“Wait… Alexis… can we talk first,” Rebeccah said as she followed her girlfriend up the stairs.

“We can talk all you want,” the short girl said as she spun around at the top of the stairs. Despite their height difference, Alexis pushed Rebeccah against the wall and whispered breathily into Rebeccah’s ear, “Lover.” She gave the taller girl’s ear lobe the lightest of licks sending shivers all the way down to her toes. Rebeccah felt her nipples stiffen and her pussy moisten involuntarily, already responding to the mental images of what she knew was coming.

Alexis broke away from her, their eyes locked together for an eternal moment before dragging her the fifteen feet to her bedroom. Rebeccah was dimly aware of a couple of guys in the shadowed hallway watching the two lesbians and whispering something as they laughed. Her cheeks flushed but she didn’t care. She needed to be with Alexis. To feel her touch. To taste her. She’d been thinking about nothing else other than that for the last 24 hours. Their playing had always been about teasing and edging Rebeccah. Despite Rebeccah’s pleas, Alexis had denied her the thing she’d been craving. The tiny redhead’s sweet, smooth pussy. Just the thought of it had Rebeccah’s mouth watering. And now she was so close to finally getting it. Her whole body was tingling with erotic electricity.

Alexis started stripping out of her thin dress before they even got into the room. Rebeccah followed moments behind her, the door still swinging shut as she tossed her shirt to the floor. She grabbed Alexis and kissed her again, whispering, “I need you, Alexis. Please.”

Alexis smiled and spun her around before pushing her to the bed. Rebeccah collapsed with a giggle which was quickly silenced as Alexis yanked her jeans off and quickly flung her panties away too. Rebeccah yelped as Alexis’s tongue latched onto her pussy. Just that touch nearly sent her over the cliff. She had been so on edge now it felt like a stiff breeze would send her over. She’d thought about getting herself off last night but Alexis had been insistent and it seemed to turn the redhead on so much to have control over Rebeccah’s orgasms. Truthfully, she also found the idea incredibly hot.

Before she could cum, though, Alexis moved up her body and replaced her tongue with her delicate, dancing fingers. “You ready to cum, Becki?”

“Yessss,” she said.

“Do you like it when I call you, Becki… it’s a kind of slutty name, you know.”

“No… yes… I don’t know,” Rebeccah said, bucking her hips up again in desperation.

“I like it… I like that you’re my little, obedient slut, Becki. I have to be free use holes for the boys here… but you… who do you belong to, Becki.”

“You, Alexis… you,” Rebeccah said.

Alexis smiled, “And you’ll do anything I want?”

“Yesss… god… please… I want to taste you… I want to cum… please!”

“Good girl… oooh, you know what would be fun,” Alexis said as if a thought had just occurred to her. “What if we tasted each other at the same time? Doesn’t that sound fun, Becki?”

“Yessss… please… yessss,” she hissed, still thrashing on the bed while Alexis teased her.

“Ohhh… but… well.. You may not want to,” Alexis said with a frown.

“No… I do… I do… please… Alexis… let me taste you.”

“But I’ve just been fucked by three boys,” Alexis said.

“I don’t care, Alexis… please!” Rebeccah said, not understanding the problem. She just wanted to taste the luscious pussy.

“But they don’t use condoms, Becki.” The redhead brought her body around, spreading her legs and hovering her pussy over Rebeccah’s face. Her lips were red from the recent action. They’d obviously used her thoroughly. Rebeccah had never seen a pussy recently fucked before. She looked at it, marveling at the differences from what it usually looked like. The lips were flared open and looked raw. And she was so wet, some was threatening to drip out onto Rebeccah. That’s when Rebeccah realized what she had meant. The cum of the three frat boys was oozing out of Alexis’s gash. “It’s okay, Becki. Be my good little slut and lick me clean and I’ll make you cum so hard nothing else will matter.”

“But… but…,” Rebeccah said, involuntarily opening her mouth in spite of her reluctance.

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. We can just stop and go to lunch if you’d rather… But I think you’d rather eat right here, wouldn’t you?”

Rebeccah’s brain felt like it was being pulled a million directions. She’d never even thought of tasting cum before. If you’d asked her two months ago while she wasn’t turned on, she’d have probably slapped you. But now… she was so turned on and orgasm deprived she wasn’t sure. And she realized another thing. She was curious. What would the mix of juices taste like. She didn’t even know what Alexis tasted like yet. Something about the naughtiness of it tantalized her.

She made her decision and whispered, “Yesss,” as she reached her head up to tentatively lick the wet gash before her.

Alexis moaned at the contact and looked down to see her girlfriend’s small, pink tongue flicking across her abused cunt. “Good girl,” she said and descended upon her own feast. The touch caused Rebeccah to moan and Alexis lowered herself so that the two girls could fully latch onto each other and taste the delicious juices that both of them had been so desperate for.

They had their first orgasms almost simultaneously about thirty seconds later. It took them another two hours before they collapsed on the bed from their sixth.