Chapter 3

Megan squirmed and gritted her teeth; she could feel both fists inside of her, could feel them painfully filling her up.

Britney had worked one, two, and then three fingers into her rectum while licking her pussy, but as soon as Britney had orgasmed, she pushed Megan onto her back and began insinuating fingers into Megan’s pussy.

Three, then four fingers jammed themselves into Megan’s pussy. Megan didn’t know if this was how lesbian’s made love or not and was too afraid to admit that it hurt, especially when Britney balled both hands up into fists and jammed them deeply into her.

The previously beautiful face of Britney Wertmuller was now a splotchy, angry face.

“Really?” Britney hissed hatefully. “You really thought I wouldn’t notice? Huh? All that fucking talk about God and sin and shit?”

Megan now silently prayed to God that He somehow rescue her from this insane woman. Of course, years and years of religious upbringing, years and years of social mores and standards, and guilt over her bisexuality made her feel that God would not rescue her.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry!” Megan called out as yet another unwanted orgasm welled up inside of her.

Suddenly Britney gasped out loud and roughly pulled both fists from Megan. The angry fog had melted away; she could see the raw pain in Mary’s face. Angry or not, Britney never wanted to hurt Mary.

Megan screamed in pain and flopped helplessly on the bed as another orgasm pounded her insides.

“I’m sorry,” Britney gasped as she scrambled off the bed.

Megan gasped and groaned, unable to move.

“Here, here, oh God, Mary, I’m sorry,” Britney babbled as she applied a cool damp cloth to Megan’s sweating face.

Megan was grateful for the damp rag; her face felt overheated. As Britney dabbed at her face, she kept babbling her apologies.

“I’m sorry,” Britney said again as she pulled the comforter over Megan, then crawled under the sheet and placed a gentle kiss on Megan’s forehead.

Megan lay still, listening to Britney’s mumbling, and then slowed breathing, and finally, light snores.

Inch by inch, Megan moved to the edge of the large bed, and finally chanced getting out of the bed.

Quickly, she gathered her clothes and scrambled out of the bedroom.

Megan looked around in the darkness and bustled to where she thought the living room of the small house would be. She sighed in relief as she did find the living room; there was a small lamp on.

She opened the front door and stepped outside, letting out her breath as she closed the door behind her.

Megan dressed quickly, hoping that no one could see her in the darkness but more afraid of staying inside Britney Wertmuller’s house than being embarrassed.

She did not lace her tennis shoes, just slip them on and sprinted for her car.

“Thank you, Jesus,” Megan sobbed out as she hit the door locks, safely emtp,locking herself in the car, safe from Britney or whomever else may be lurking around.

Megan dove to the college dormitory and parked next to Conrad’s battered car. Seeing his beat up old car usually gave her a sense of contentment and made her smile. This early morning, it did neither. If anything, it made her slightly angry.

“If you hadn’t kept pushing and pushing and pushing, I wouldn’t have gone to that fucking bar, fucking asshole,” she snarled at his car.

A sudden cramp in her belly made her groan, then the unthinkable happened. Megan loosed her bowels.

The dorm monitor did not even look up from the television as Megan waddled in, just kept her eyes glued to the horribly unfocused television. Most of the students thought that Melanie was actually blind behind those thick horn-rimmed glasses and couldn’t tell how out of focus the television was.

Megan prayed that her roommate was out on yet another one of her dates; how Theresa managed to keep a three point eight GPA when the cute red head never studied, never did homework, never stayed in, was a mystery to Megan.

(Conrad had actually suggested to Megan that they might approach Theresa about Megan’s curiosity, but Megan had refused.)

Megan was fortunate; Theresa’s bed was empty. She grabbed her pajamas off the bed, grabbed her shower kit, and waddled down the hall to the bathroom.

“Hey!” Theresa called out as Megan entered the bathroom. “Just getting rid of the evidence!”

Theresa giggled as she slipped into her flannel pajama bottoms. If she noticed Megan’s silence, she didn’t acknowledge it.

“Where were you? That Connie guy came looking for you about twenty minutes ago,” Theresa continued as she gathered up her shower accessories.

Theresa then smelled Megan and frowned.

“Don’t. All right? Don’t say a fucking word,” Megan spat as she stepped into a shower stall, fully dressed.

“Ew!” Theresa whispered as Megan started the shower.

Britney Came to and looked around her bedroom. The early morning sunlight showed her that the bedroom was empty.

“Fine, Mary, what the fuck ever,” Britney mumbled, and then forced herself out of bed.

It would have been nice to wake up and make love, then go for a run, but sometimes the loving was so good, Britney neglected her run.

She put on her shoes and left her bedroom.

Chin Li was in the kitchen, making their breakfast.

“Going for my run,” Britney called out.

Chin Li did not answer, but Britney was used to that. For the few years they’d been friends, Chin Li went from not speaking to not shutting up. Chin Li cycled between fits of withdrawn silence to overly effusive affection.

Britney loved the five foot tall Korean girl, but had to admit, she didn’t know much about the girl, or understand much about the girl.

From her driveway to Highway 171 and back was roughly five miles. Britney stretched, much to the delight of Mr. Patterson, the seventy nine year old man that lived across the street. With an adjustment to her sports bra, Britney took off at a leisurely pace, and then increased her speed.

For Christmas last year, Chin Li had bought her an IPod to wear when she ran, but Britney found the music to be a distraction, and had almost been hit by a truck when she blindly ran across Highway 171. Since that day, Britney preferred the silence when she ran. The only sound would be her soles slapping against the pocked blacktop and the occasional car; there were few people up at this time of the day.

The run itself was uneventful but Britney was covered in sweat when she staggered back to her door.

“Hurry up; it’s ready,” Chin Li snapped as Britney walked through the small living room.

“Shower,” Britney gasped.

“Fine, whatever, doesn’t blame me that your eggs are cold,” Chin Li said as she sat in the small breakfast nook between the living room and the kitchen.

“Microwave’s right there,” Britney said and walked to her bedroom.

Britney stripped off her sweaty shorts and sports bra, entered her small shower, and adjusted the needle sharp spray to as cold as she could stand it.

Even in the cold spray, she could not resist a quick masturbation. She remembered last night’s Mary; she had been a cute, even sexy little girl, especially in her black bra and panties.

Britney jerked the shower head off its hook and pressed it directly to her crotch, letting the needle sharp spray batter her clitoris.

“Fuck yeah!” Britney groaned in orgasm.

She pulled her short silk robe on, another Christmas gift from Chin Li, and leisurely made her way to the small breakfast nook. Chin Li was already gone, but Britney’s plate was sitting at the head of the small table.

As usual, the plate was a work of art, bright vibrant colors, and everything meticulously in place.

Coffee, with just the right amount of cream, fresh pink grapefruit juice, eggs sunny side up, whole wheat toast with orange marmalade spread from edge to edge, white grits with a pat of yellow butter melting, and brown bacon strips.

“Thanks, Chin Li; I love you,” Britney called out.

There was no response, but Britney had not expected one.

Megan used the computer in the library to check her e-mail and found an apology from KittyKat4U30341; an emergency at work had kept her from their meeting.

Megan rapidly typed out a scathing reply, thought about it, then smiled maliciously.

She instead typed out a reply that she was glad that Denise hadn’t been there; as it was there had been so many women buying her drinks and asking her to dance, she would have had little time for Denise.

“Fucking bitch,” she muttered to herself as she sent the e-mail on its way.

She looked around furtively, then scooted close to the monitor and logged onto the alternative dating web site.

There were several profiles listed within a five mile radius of the campus, most of them she had already read. The new addition made her shudder; the woman looked positively frightening in her photograph and her profile was less than reassuring.

“Hey,” Conrad said, sliding into the chair next to her.

“Busy, Conrad,” she snapped, quickly shutting down the computer.

“So? How’d it go last night? Huh?” Conrad smirked, ignoring her earlier response.

“Busy, Conrad, what part of ‘I’m busy’ don’t you get?” Megan snapped, raising her voice.

“Oh, um, okay, I’ll talk with you later,” Conrad said and got to his feet.

Conrad stumbled out the doors and walked to his car. He drove to a nearby park and looked around before pulling out a joint.

“Man, wonder what crawled up her ass,” he pondered for the thousandth time since stumbling out of the library.

Chin Li stayed in her room, only coming out to fix herself lunch, then again to fix supper for herself and for Britney. Even then, though, she did not stay and eat dinner with Britney. She served herself a plate of the steaming red beans and rice, and then disappeared into her bedroom, firmly shutting the door.

Britney did not think anything of Chin Li’s behavior. Chin Li was finishing up her last semester of college and often studied for hours on end.

Also, after suffering a miscarriage, Chin Li was prone to long periods of moping and mourning the loss of her child.

Britney did wish Chin Li would talk with her about her pain. She had even asked the girl to talk with her, but Chin Li refused to even speak; just shook her head resolutely.

“Then see a fucking doctor about it,” Britney yelled. “Fuck, I didn’t even know you were pregnant until you lost the baby. Chin Li, that’s just not right!”

After eating a second helping of the red beans and rice, but making sure to leave some of the sausage in case Chin Li wanted a second helping of the meal, Britney debated whether or not to go to Fleur De Lis to see if Mary was there.

“Fuck!” she spat, remembering she still had a Graphic Arts assignment that was due in three days.

“Remind me again why I signed up for this fucking class?” Britney grumbled at herself as she labored over the assignment.

“So?” Conrad asked, pushing his way into Megan’s dorm room. “How’d it go last night, huh? You two you know?”

“Nothing happened; never showed up,” Megan yelled, looking over at a very interested Theresa.

“Aw, you’re fucking kidding me; you mean Denise was a no-show after all that…” Conrad whined then noticed that Theresa was in the room. “Oh hey Theresa, sup?”

“You tell me,” Theresa smiled knowingly.

“So um, Megan, I talk to you…?” Conrad mumbled, gesturing with his head toward the hallway.

“Look Connie, I’m busy, all right,” Megan yelled again.

“Yeah, Connie, she’s busy,” a male student mocked from the hallway.

“Fine, fine, talk with you later,” Conrad mumbled, faces dark with anger.

“So?” Theresa asked, knowing little smirk on her face. “What was that all about?”

“Nothing, all right?” Megan yelled at Theresa. “Just tired of his bull shit; is that all right with you?”

“Yeah, it’s about time, you ask me,” Theresa agreed, and returned to reading her Cosmopolitan magazine.

In the hallway, a few more male students taunted Conrad with the hated ‘Connie’ moniker. Conrad stumbled down the stairs and out to his car.

He glanced at Megan’s car and thought about keying the car, gouging it deeply but some students walking across the parking lot discouraged him doing this.

Conrad got into his own car, checked the glove box and cursed himself for not having enough marijuana to tide him over until the next time he could get some money from his mother.

He looked again at her dark green car and grimaced.

Britney worked on her assignment until it grew to be too boring for her to continue. She looked at her clock; 10:24; there was time to go to Fleur de Lis and see if there was any Mary hanging around.

She stretched, opened her closet and debated with herself on what to wear.

A sudden rumble of thunder quelled the idea of going out, so Britney strolled out of her room to the living room.

There was no television in her room; Britney saw that as the ultimate in laziness. If she wanted to watch television, she could get out of bed and go to the living room. Lying in bed to watch television was a total waste of time.

She found Chin Li in the living room, watching yet another documentary on Ancient Culture. Although the shows, in Britney’s opinion, were somewhat boring, it was good to see Chin Li out of her bedroom.

“I’ll watch this in my room,” Chin Li offered, reaching for the remote control.

“Why?” Britney asked, settling on the opposite end of the couch

“Well,” Chin Li hesitated. “I know this stuff kind of bores you.”

“So?” Britney asked and brought her feet up on the cushion between them. “You like it.”

She reached out with a bare foot and playfully pinched Chin Li’s forearm between her big toe and first toe.

“Quit it!” Chin Li giggled, pushing Britney’s foot away.

“Oh, hey, this is on that Mayan calendar?” Britney asked.

“Yeah; it’s pretty amazing, the stuff they predicted,” Chin Li said, settling down to watch the program.

“Want some popcorn?” Britney offered.

“I’ll make it; you always burn it,” Chin Li said, getting to her feet.

Britney hit the ‘Record’ button on the satellite dvr and listened as Chin Li bustled in the kitchen.

Moments later, Chin Li brought a large tub of steaming popcorn and pushed Britney’s feet off the middle cushion.

“Damn, Chin Li; your popcorn is the best,” Britney said and hit the ‘Play’ button.

“Butter, salt, garlic, oh, I use that peanut oil, not that nasty vegetable oil you always use. That’s probably why your popcorn burns,” Chin Li said, shoving a handful of the white kernels into her mouth.