Date: Sat, 12 Dec 2015 05:09:09 +0000 (UTC)
From: ben albrecht <orpfynmakyr@yahoo.com>
Subject: "What's Behind Door Number 2"

"What's Behind Door Number 2"
by GrandMoff

(Please don't read this story if you're under 18. Any resemblance of these
characters and any actual people is coincidental. Explicit lesbian sex,
brief drug references, and profane language within!)

*^*^*

Three weeks into my first year of college, I saw someone I had hoped I'd
never see again, except at reunions to gloat about how great my life was
and how rotten hers was.  Those circumstances would be excellent.  But
instead--just after the end of my class day--I spotted Rhonda Hedging.

What was doubly unfortunate was that she noticed me when I noticed her.
She put on a nasty little smile and strode toward me.  Her huge tits (which
had been the envy of all the girls in high school) bounced with each
footfall.  The skank wasn't wearing a bra.

"Hey, Rhonda!" I said, holding out my arms for her.  We gave each other the
quickest, fakest hug we could.

"Hey, Bell-Bell," she said, "you're looking great, girl.  I didn't know you
were going to school here."

"Likewise.  You're looking great too," I said.  It sucked, but it was true.
Her sandy blonde hair looked cute in a pixie cut.  Her pink mock-turtleneck
blouse was too short to reach the top of her shorts, so her panda belly
button ring was exposed.  As for her shorts, they were dark blue and
super-short, made of thin polyester or some synthetic material, showing off
her shapely legs.  Part of the reason her legs looked so nice was her
flirty, light pink, two-inch-heeled pumps.  She was also wearing a
statement necklace; it was made of huge, fine golden hoops and pale green
porcelain beads.

"Let's get a mocha latte and catch up for a minute," Rhonda said.

A couple of minutes later, we were sitting at a corner booth.  "So did you
join a sorority?" I asked her, anticipating the answer.

"Oh yeah!  Epsi-del-gam!" she said.  "My sisters are so much fun and the
house is so awesome!  What about you, Bell-Bell?"

"I think for myself too much to want to be in one of those things," I said.
"I've got a great dorm room, though, with a totally cool 2nd-year for a
roommate.  You should come over and see it sometime."

"Sororities aren't for everybody," said Rhonda.  "I can't imagine someone
who hasn't got a sense of humor or a sense of adventure would fit in."

"Sororities aren't for people who aren't airheads either, huh?"

"They don't accept twits who think they're better than everybody else,
that's for sure."

We gave each other I-hate-you grins.  "...So, Rhonda," I said sweetly after
we'd each taken a long drink from our cups, "are you on any teams?"

"You know it!"  She flexed her right arm.  I hate to admit that her muscles
were pretty impressive.  "We didn't have a bowling team in high school, but
we've got an awesome one here.  My sorority sister Kayleigh is on it, too.
I don't want to brag, but we kick ass.  How about you; still in track?"

"Yeah, I'm running 200, 400, and a couple of relays," I said proudly.  I
put my right leg in the aisle and straightened it, flexing my quadriceps
for her to admire.  I saw her envy in her eyes while she checked out my
sleek muscles.  "There's a ton of competition, of course!  That's what
makes it so great to make the team when you're just a first-year; it's a
major accomplishment.  There were 20 other girls who wanted my spot on the
4x200!  How many girls did you beat to get your spot on your team?"

Her cheeks were red, from embarrassment or anger.  Eyes glaring, she said,
"Well, bowling takes skill and strength.  Most people don't even try it
because they know it's too tough for them.  Who can't run, right?"

"Besides you?  I'm just teasing, of course!"

Her dark brown eyes flashed.  "You're so funny!  I bet watching your
clumsy, scrawny ass try to bowl would be stupid funny!...I'm just teasing
you back!"

"Aw, don't take things personally!  Sure, it's true that any trained chimp
can bowl--"

Rhonda stood abruptly.  "--Where did you say your dorm room was, Bell-Bell?
I've got to visit you; we have way too much to talk to each other about!"

*^*^*

The four of us sat around the low living room table in my dorm suite.  I
was a little surprised that my roommate Chelsee knew Rhonda's sorority
sister May.  Chelsee and May were sipping Seven-and-Sevens; I was drinking
bottled water; Rhonda was drinking soy milk.

"Here are the terms of the bet, then," said May, tucking a coil of
strawberry blonde hair behind an ear.  She read from the tablet she had
used to type our agreement.  "Annabell will try to bowl a turkey--that's
three consecutive strikes--in one game.  Rhonda will try to run 400 meters
in 75 seconds or better.  They will get only one attempt per day.  The
attempts won't count unless at least three of the four people here are
present.  Whoever achieves her goal first is the winner."

"Is that okay for you two?" Chelsee asked.

"Sure," I said.

"Yeah," said Rhonda.

"And what about the stakes?" May asked.

"Bell-Bell and I have already agreed on those," Rhonda said.

"That's right," I added quickly, hoping to keep Chelsee or May from asking
for details.  (I'd agreed to Rhonda's stakes in the heat of a very nasty
argument.  As soon as we'd had a handshake, I had realized how embarrassing
the stakes were, winning or losing aside.  Luckily, Rhonda saw it my way
for a change.)

Chelsee asked, "What are the stakes, then?"

"I'm satisfied that she'll live up to them when she loses, and vice versa,"
said my sandy-haired frenemy.  "We'd rather not tell you the stakes until
later."

May and Chelsee looked at each other.  "Must be pretty shameful!" said
Chelsee.

"No way.  I'm sure that my little sister wouldn't do anything that could
shame her or reflect poorly on the sorority!" May said sarcastically.

*^*^*

No one had said anything about the means we could use to reach our goals.
I immediately looked for bowling tips on my favorite video sites.  Losing
this bet was completely out of the question.

Somehow, I'd allowed Rhonda to talk me into betting my virginity against
hers.  My spirit would die inside me if that bubble-head bimbo had the
honor of taking my cherry.  The only reason I'd agreed to her stakes was
that I knew I'd crush her spirit if I was the winner.

It didn't take more than a couple of minutes of searching before I found a
few great videos--including three that were specifically aimed at helping
female beginners learn to bowl.

Advantage: Annabell Bellatrice Chiarabelli!  Rhonda could try watching
videos (if the thought ever crossed her under-worked brain), but they
wouldn't help her the way they'd help me.

*^*^*

On Sunday afternoon, Chelsee texted me that she and May wanted me to come
to the track and watch Rhonda try 400 meters.  I was a little surprised
that Rhonda was running so soon, but I didn't mind having a laugh, so I met
them at the athletic field.  She was wearing a sensible matching jog-bra
and shorts.  She was stretching when I caught my first glimpse of her.  She
looked a little like a runner, but I wasn't worried.  She hadn't run at
full speed since fitness testing in high school--if she had given it her
all then.

"Ready," said Chelsee.  Rhonda stepped into the first lane.

"Set."  Rhonda put her fingers on the ground, just behind the start line.
Her posture grew tense.

"Go!"

She was in good physical shape, but Rhonda only made 100 meters before she
began tiring.  Her running form was pretty good however; she had some
natural ability.  She looked worn out as she took the final turn.

"85.84 seconds," said Chelsee.

"Nice job," said May.

Rhonda--bent at the waist--said nothing at the moment; she was too busy
breathing.  I allowed myself a grin.

I told Chelsee, May, and Rhonda that I wasn't going to make a bowling
attempt until another time.  I had bowled four practice games over the last
three days, but I planned to get more practice during the weekend.
Honestly, I wanted to hold my attempt until I could bowl a turkey in the
first game, just to boast about how easy it was and really humiliate
Rhonda.

*^*^*

We had a bowling alley on campus, of course.  I'd checked it out on Friday
with a couple of my friends.  That alley got a lot of use; it was booked
solid on Sundays.  To make scheduling easy, I'd been going to a slightly
run-down local alley (which was also a pizza place and an arcade) that was
off campus.  My friend Madison and her boyfriend N'kadhe went with me
pretty often.  We usually had at least one other person with us, too.

The days ticked off.  Rhonda made two or three attempts a week, improving
incrementally.  I kept training, gradually increasing my bowling skill.

*^*^*

May looked kind of at home on a track; she had a pretty athletic build with
long arms and legs.  As usual, she was using the stopwatch today.  She hit
the button and read the lap time.  "79.30 seconds," she said.  "Damn,
Rhonda, you're getting quick!"

"Thank you, sister," she said, panting heavily.  She pushed her blonde hair
away from her face and wiped sweat from the corner of her eye.  "Just four
seconds to go, Bell-Bell!"

"Nice progress...but I'm not conceding the bet," I said.  I couldn't
believe it, but I wanted to compliment this bubblehead on her perseverance.
Instead, I told my companions, "I need to get going."

*^*^*

It was a chilly April Saturday afternoon.  Madison and N'kadhe and
N'kadhe's friend Lorenz were with me.  We were halfway through the game
when I heard an unwelcome laugh.

"I come here to work on my game and I find you working on yours," Rhonda
said in a sugary voice.  "Not quite confident, huh?"

"I'm ready to make my attempt, actually," I said.  (That wasn't the plan.
She's very irritating most of the time--she's unbearable when she puts
effort into it!)

"Oh, you're going to take your first attempt?  I'll call up May.  Then
let's see if your sneaky little secret practices pay off."

I almost ground my teeth.  "This is the only attempt I'll need.  Because,
Rhonda, as pretty and strong and charming as you are...anything that you
can do, I can do better."

She clicked her tongue against her teeth.  "Let's bowl a friendly game,
then, Bell-Bell: me against you!  You can get your turkey while you're
kicking my ass, right?"  She grinned mischievously, pursing her crimson
lips.

"Why not?" I said.  "You can go first."

"Watch my form; you may get a last-minute tip just by observing me," she
said, reaching for her ball.

She rolled a strike.

I rolled a strike.

She smirked at me, unimpressed.  She knocked down nine and picked up the
spare.

I rolled another strike.

Muscular as her arms were, I thought I saw them shake slightly when she
picked up her ball.  She knocked down nine and got the spare again.

"Two down, one to go.  No pressure, now," the irritating blonde said to me,
trying not to sound concerned.  She avoided eye contact when she spoke.

I flexed my fingers and took a deep breath.  I picked up my ball, got into
my stride, swung my arm, and released.  I turned immediately, looking right
into Rhonda's eyes, not at the lane.

I heard the sound of pins falling; I flipped off Rhonda and gave her a
wink.  "Was that really supposed to be hard?  Seems easy to me."

>From under her curtain of red-blonde hair, May's green eyes had widened.
Mad as Rhonda looked, she looked even more astonished.

*^*^*

It was about an hour after midnight.  A half-empty bottle of rum sat on
Rhonda's bedside table.  I stood and stretched my legs.  "Okay, Princess,
time to pay up," I said cheerfully, pulling my sweater over my head.

She was as tipsy as I was, but Rhonda's brown eyes showed her dismay.  "You
aren't--you don't really want to, do you?"

"Hells yeah, I do!"  I took hold of her shirt.  "Come on, arms up!"

Slowly, Rhonda raised her arms and let me take off her top.  Wasting no
time, I found her bra clasp.  I opened it and got my first look at those
giant melons.  She had large pink areolas, although her nipples were
small--smaller than mine, probably.

I undid her belt.  "Stand up, please," I ordered.  Her blush became even
brighter red.  She looked as though she wanted to say something, but she
kept quiet.  I slid her pants down her legs and had her step out of them.
I slowly pulled down her tiny black cotton panties.

"Bell-Bell," she muttered uncomfortably.  "Really?"

I took off my pants.  I grabbed my overnight bag and rummaged in it.

"I can't give you my virginity!" Rhonda blurted.

I held up a long purple dildo and wiggled it a little.  "What are you
talking about, Princess?" I asked sweetly.

She said, "I've had sex a couple of times already."

"Well," I said.  "That's too bad.  Because that means you cheated me,
purposely.  I don't think your sorority sisters would approve."

"Don't tell them.  What good would it--"

My lips pressed against Rhonda's in the briefest kiss ever, just to get her
attention.  "--I didn't believe for a second that you were a virgin, you
skanky airhead.  But you owe me something you can't pay."  I adjusted the
position of my strap-on.  "So you're in trouble, aren't you?"

She ignored my insult.  "I think you've humiliated me plenty and that's
what you wanted," she said.  Her eyes met mine plaintively.

"I'm not close to satisfied!"  I got a squeeze tube out of my bag.  "I'm
going to take my payment."

"But it's impossible to take my virginity," Rhonda said, whining slightly.

"You've sucked dick, I'm sure.  You've had your pussy fucked.  But I know
you and something tells me you have one virgin hole left."

Rhonda was tipsy, but not really drunk.  In a second, she took my meaning.
Her eyelids opened wide.  "My ass?  That's dirty; why would you even want
to do that?"

"Because I won our bet.  You're lucky I'm using lube," I said, smearing
fluid along my toy's shaft.  "Get on your knees."

She stalled, running a hand nervously through her blonde hair.  "But it'll
hurt.  Come on, Bell-Bell."

"You'll enjoy it," I said, putting my hands on her shoulders.  "And you owe
me."

She sat on her bed and looked at me.  Tears in her eyes, she said, "I just
can't do it."

Well, shit, that was unexpected.  As I looked at the young woman who'd
irritated me so often during the last five years, I felt compassion.  I
didn't want to let her off the hook, but how could I keep going?
"...Forget it.  I've humiliated you enough, like you said."  I turned away
from Rhonda.

"Are you going to tell--"

"--No, don't worry about it."

While I loosened the dildo harness, I felt Rhonda's fingers on my arm.  "I
shouldn't have cheated," she whispered.  "You're the better person."

"Seriously, don't stress about this," I said while I put on my pants.  I
smirked and patted her hand.  "Okay, dick-breath?"

She smiled weakly.  "Yeah, okay.  Thank you."

*^*^*

We said good night.  I left her room and closed the door quietly behind me.
I walked briskly through the hall, toward the stairwell.  Someone was
there, standing near the door to the balcony.  (That sorority house was
big!)  It was May.

"I didn't think you'd be leaving until morning," the straight-haired
second-year said.

I swung my overnight bag.  "I didn't either.  But I got what I came for," I
said to her.

May took a step toward me.  "Did you really?  I've seen that look many
times."  To my confusion, she put her hand in mine.  "You got a little time
to talk?  Come with me."

I let her lead me to her room.  She told me to sit and she went to the
kitchen, returning promptly with a drink for each of us: whiskey and cola.
She had a seat on the short couch.  "Want to share a blunt?" she offered,
producing a lighter and a baggy with three or four rolled joints.

"No, thanks, I need all the lung capacity I have to run at my best."

"That makes sense."  She put the lighter on her coffee table.  She sat with
great posture, her narrow shoulders almost hidden by her long hair.

I said, "It's your room; you can smoke if you want."

"You'd still get some second-hand then.  I'll wait," May said.  She sipped
from her glass.  "Rhonda left you flapping in the breeze, didn't she?"

"...She wasn't exactly--"

"--She won't get in trouble, I promise.  But what was your bet, anyway?
She was supposed to lick your clit and she chickened out?"

"You're not far off," I said.  "I was going to fuck her ass."  (A small
part of my mind was mortified that I was discussing this with anyone, let
alone a casual acquaintance.)

May raised her thin eyebrows.  "Bold!  I'm not surprised she didn't follow
through.  She's completely straight, don't you think?"

"My theory is that everyone's at least a little bi, whether they know it or
not.  But she--"

"--That's an interesting theory," she said.  May crossed her long, bare
legs.  (She was dressed like she intended to go to bed soon; she was
wearing a very over-sized sky blue t-shirt that said "20% cooler!" and
light blue ankle socks.)  "I wonder about that.

"But at any rate, you were going to fuck her silly."

My eyelids must have opened wider.  May snickered.  "Why are you so sure?"
I asked.

"Bell-Bell--you don't mind if I call you that, do you?"

"No, that's fine."

"...So, back to the topic: Rhonda's a braggart.  She's got a lot of
bluster, but she can't back up most of it.  That's part of the reason I
gave her an extra hard time when she wanted to pledge.  But you, Bell-Bell,
you are a doer.  You don't say much.  I bet you don't say anything if you
don't mean it.  So if you bet her with sex as the stake, you were going to
do it.

"And--like I said--I've seen the look that was on your face.  That was the
look of a girl who was worked up and didn't get any action.  There's a lot
of tension between you and Rhonda and you wanted to fuck her."

We each took a drink.  "There's no hard feelings," I said.  "Not about
this, I mean.  We've always fought, but I don't hate her.  I do, but I
don't.  I mean, she really annoys the hell out of me, but it's always been
silly stuff, nothing major.  For real, the way--"

"--Bell-Bell," said May.  She put down her glass.  She took mine and put it
down also.  "Hush.  Drinking makes you ramble."

Then she was kissing me.  Her long, thin arms went around me, her thin
chest pressed against me.  She opened my jacket and put her hands on my
waist.  "No shirt?  I like!"  (I hadn't bothered to put on my sweater
again, since I'd just take it off when I went to bed when I got to my dorm
room in a few minutes.)  Then her hands began to explore my upper body.

Kissing a girl wasn't new to me, but I wasn't too experienced.  May's
forwardness was so sudden that I expected a trick at first.  After all,
sorority sisters do look out for each other.  But that look of desire in
her eyes--I didn't think she could fake that.  So I began to kiss her back.

"Mmm, come on!  Touch me!" she demanded between kisses.  Her fingers opened
my bra and she massaged my breasts--a bit more roughly than I like, but she
didn't know me well enough to know that--and at the moment, I didn't mind
how energetically she was moving.

I had more than enough invitation.  I snaked my hands under her sleep shirt
and stroked the warm flesh of her back and hips.  May was right; I had
wanted to get laid tonight.  I still wanted to get laid tonight.  And
despite the setbacks of tonight, I was going to get laid!

"Yes!" May said.  "Your legs, your ass--you're so strong...so damned sexy!"
Our kissing and groping got hotter and hotter.  Her hands getting into my
pants and squeezing my ass turned me on even more.

A horrible thought occurred to me, cutting through the alcohol-generated
fuzziness.  I gently took May's wrists and eased myself away from her.
"You're not doing this because you think you've got to pay May's bet,
right?" I said.

The tall woman's green eyes never blinked.  "No, I'm not.  I need you."

"Because--" I started to say.

She lunged with startling strength and kissed me ravenously.  Her hands
yanked at my pants and underwear, baring my pelvis and upper thighs.

Ferocious as she was, I'm a strong woman myself.  I pulled free of her
grip, grabbed her shirt, and swept it off her body.  Her cute blue panties
went next: down her long legs and off.  I picked her up in my arms, carried
her across the room, and deposited her on her pillow-strewn bed.  I kissed
her, enjoying the look of pure hunger on her face.  She seemed to calm a
little while she kissed me in return.

Her fingers petted my belly and found my lower lips.  She really knew how
to stroke a girl--my guts trembled uncontrollably.  I quickly got to work
with my hand, trying to give her some pleasure as well.

We shifted quite a few times during our manual love-making: to rest
quivering muscles, to kiss or lick a different body part, to give each
other better access, to see what sounds or scents or tastes we could
experience, to properly savor an orgasm....

Panting and sweating, I finally withdrew my fingers from May's juicy pussy.
I stopped sucking on her sweet little tit and rigid, crimson nipple.  I
looked at her face.  She was pink and damp with exertion.  She could hardly
keep her eyes open, but when I could see them, they were sparkling.

While I still had the energy, I intended to put my mouth on her pussy and
give her one more climax if I could.

As if she guessed my next move, she put her hands on my shoulders.  She
spoke for the first time since we'd begun fingering each other.
"Bell-Bell, can you fuck my ass now?" May asked.

I groaned.  I wanted to.  Could my muscles hold up if I tried to?  I was
almost exhausted.

"Give it the college try," I heard a voice in my head say.

I kissed May's chest, then her neck, then her mouth.  I got up from the
comfortable mattress, noticing that the pillows, blankets, and even the
sheets had come off and were lying around the bed in messy heaps.  I got my
strap-on penis and lubricant from my bag.

I turned to face May.  She was leaning over the edge of the bed, reaching
for something.  She collected a couple of pillows and popped back up,
bringing them with her.  She wriggled, putting the pillows under her hips
and lower back.  Her teeth showed in a hopeful smile.  She spread her sleek
thighs far apart.  "I'm not a virgin, but go easy at first, okay?"

She looked a little surprised when I lubed my middle finger.  I joined her
on the bed and gently penetrated her pretty rectum.  May toyed with her
clitoral hood and watched me open her.  She gasped a little when I removed
my middle finger and replaced it with my well-lubricated thumb.
Deliberately, I spread her butthole wider.  After using my thumb, I
continued the process with both my middle fingers, making half-circles,
getting May's anus ready for my dildo.

Squatting on my knees, I took a long look at the pretty young woman beneath
me.  Getting a good grip on her hips, I pulled her slowly onto my rubber
cock.  May made a cute noise that seemed like a surprised sigh with a
little bit of girly squeal at the end.  Her fingers moved faster on her
clit.

I leaned forward and started to fuck her with deep, short strokes, slapping
the base of my penis against her crotch with every other motion.  Her hips
thrust against mine, matching my rhythm.  Sweat made her lithe body
glisten; her long strawberry-blonde hair clung to her forehead, neck, and
chest.  I felt her ankles grasping my thighs and I tried to pick up my
pace, doing all I could to give her a final orgasm.

"Mmm...Oh!"  May's hips bucked a few more times; her hand rubbed her pearl
a little longer.  Her eyes squeezed nearly shut.  Then she lay almost
still.

Strange--I didn't know quite what to do.  I decided to pull out first,
withdrawing my purple tool from May's firm ass a centimeter at a time.  I
loosened my harness and stood (shakily) at the foot of the bed, letting
everything fall, consciously slowing my breath.

Unexpectedly, soft hands touched my waist.  May drew herself up behind me.
She draped one of her arms across my ribcage, the other around my
shoulders, above my breasts.  "That was...the best ever.  Best.  Ever."
She kissed my jaw, just above my neck.

"You're the best ever," I said.

She took another small step and kissed me passionately.

Once we got the sheets back on the bed, May picked up her biggest pillow
and tossed it onto the sheets.  We lay down to get some sleep.

*^*^*

Really, really needed to pee.  I rolled just a little.

Everything came back.  I was in one of May's nightshirts, holding her close
with my right arm, enjoying her scent, her warmth, her presence.

Without waking her, I went to use the bathroom.  I came back and lay down
again.

*^*^*

There was motion in the bed.  I sat up.  May was sitting on the edge of the
bed, rubbing her thighs.  She felt me move and turned to me.  "I ache so
much.  Damn, Bell-Bell, I wouldn't be surprised if you got me pregnant!"
she grumbled.

"Good morning to you too," I said.  We looked into each other's eyes and
smiled lovingly.  May surprised me by leaning over giving me a delicate
kiss, touching her lips to mine.

"Please tell me you don't have a girlfriend, or a boyfriend," May said
while we got up and stretched.

"I'm just a first-year; of course I don't," I told her.  "How about you?"

May rummaged through her drawers, finding clothes for the day.  "My
ex-girlfriend and I broke it off just before the school year started.  She
graduated and everyone knows long-distance relationships don't last.

"Will you be my girlfriend, Bell-Bell?"

I was bothered by her explanation, but it wasn't something to worry about
yet.  "Yes," I said, "if you really want that."

She whirled quickly.  "Shit, I can't believe I just did that; asking you
out and not even looking at you?  What a jerk move!"

"It's the morning after alcohol and a lot of unanticipated sex.  You're
allowed to not be thinking clearly yet."

She smiled broadly.  "I love you.  Come on, let's hit the shower."  We
tossed our shirts in the corner and went to her bathroom.

We were pretty handsy at first, but soon we settled down and did some
actual washing.

"You know, I'm still amazed by what you did last night.  I didn't know it
could be like that.  I've had anal a couple of times and I never really got
anything out of it."

Not wanting to ask outright, she was trying to find out more about my
experience.  "I didn't either," I said.  "But I took a look at a couple of
online resources and tried just a bit solo."

"Well, you were awesome, woman.  For the first time in my life, I'm hoping
to get my ass fucked again!"

*^*^*

When May and I got washed and dressed and emerged from her room, half her
sisters were hanging around in the hallway.  They started cheering and
catcalling as soon as we showed our faces.  I saw Rhonda in the group.  She
was the only one who looked shocked.

I knew Rhonda would never get under my skin again; she was the source of my
happiness, although she'd tried not to be.

May clasped my hand in hers.  We smirked at the onlookers and walked down
the hall together, heads held high.

*^*^*

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