Date: Wed, 2 Feb 2005 16:15:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Lisa Summers <uarkfan2001@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ugly Duckling, Part 4 (F/F, mast, oral, anal)

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Ugly Duckling - "Champions"

On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my
desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through
John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed,
reading a "Roots of Judaism" text for one of her Theology courses.
Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the
words to express it to Kira.

"Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial
answer?" I said.

"Uh huh," Kira answered absently, absorbed in the thick book.

"Well, do you think that I could ever be `good looking?' I mean, I know I
could never be beautiful or anything like that, but do you think that,
maybe with, like an extreme make over or something, I could be, uh, maybe
not too ugly?'" Kira looked up at me, over the lenses of her reading
glasses, something that I always thought looked cute.

"Rachel, honey, I think you're already beautiful......" Kira ventured.

"I know baby, and I love you beyond life for it, but you're not being
impartial, and that's what I really need here," I said. "Could I ever be
pretty, or good looking, or cute, or, not gross if, say, people taught me
to do stuff to look better?" There were tears in my eyes already, and I had
a feeling that this was going to be harder for me to discuss than I had
expected.

"C'mere baby, Kira said, patting the mattress next to where she was
stretched out, her upper body resting against the headboard, her
panties-covered bottom and bare legs and feet resting on the mattress. She
was wearing a tee shirt with "Cheerleader Squad" in green silk-screened on
it, no bra, her hair hanging loose, and a pair of white athletic socks, and
of course, her panties had kittens on them, this being Thursday. Kira was
sometimes a slave to habit.

I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed,
wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father's, that I'd rescued when
my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death,
and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira
rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit
hypocritical, given her `animals on the panties' issues, and her own fuzzy
bunny slippers.

I sat down next to her, and Kira put her arms around me and hugged me, her
fingers stroking my long brown hair. I never needed a hug so badly as then,
and I felt so warm and safe in her arms there. Of course, that just made me
start crying for real, then. Kira held me, and just made quiet little
"shshsh" sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her
hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could
remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn't been actively trying to
fuck with my head.

I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, "I'll bet I
look REAL attractive now, huh?" And Kira said, "My impartial answer is,
`You've looked better.'" I started giggling and said, "This is my serious
heartfelt problem for the day, and YOU'RE making me giggle?" I tried to
look outraged, but didn't have much luck.

"Okay, seriously Rachel, you really ARE good looking, that's my impartial
answer. And the feminist, empowering answer is that looks are a
man-generated non issue, and that looks aren't important. But I understand
that you want to demonstrate to yourself somehow that you're good looking,
at least that's what I THINK you want." Kira looked at me uncertainly, and
I slowly nodded my head, as I looked deeply into her soft blue eyes. My
fingers nervously flattened the wrinkles in the sheet next to me.

"Yeah, that kind of sounds like it. I'd just like to BELIEVE that I'm not
ugly," I said, tears welling up again. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, and
sniffled, then looked at Kira.

"Do you think that you'll EVER believe you're good looking?" Kira said,
"given what your mother did to you?" She pulled a tissue from the tissue
box on her side of the bed, and handed it to me. I dabbed at my eyes and
nose. "Think about it. You wonder if you could ever be considered `good
looking,' but you keep defaulting to `not ugly.' And the longer you talk
about your looks, the lower your self-assessment becomes."

"I didn't notice that," I said, mulling over her words. "But I think that I
can." A brief smile flashed over my face, and then was gone, like a passing
butterfly.

"Well then, it's for sure that you're not going to believe that I can be
impartial about your looks," Kira said, thoughtfully, her hand over
mine. "And I don't think that you could be impartial about your looks
either. So, maybe if somebody else said you were `attractive,' `cute,'
whatever, then you'd have to believe them, right?" Her eyes remained steady
on mine.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "But none of our friends would tell us the
truth if they thought it would hurt either of us, and strangers would just
think I was crazy if I asked them." We both sat there for a while, my
fingers absently stroking Kira's bare thigh, so smooth and tan. Kira
seemingly went back to reading her Theology text, and had perused a
paragraph or two of it, when she suddenly slammed the book shut, making a
loud CRACK!, and startling me.

"I know!" Kira said. "The Winter Festival, just before Christmas
break. There's always a contest to elect `Santa's Helpers.' It's supposed
to be a charitable thing to raise money, but it ends up being a beauty
contest, at least for the girls. The guys usually end up electing a dog, or
a wacky celebrity or something as the male Santa's Helpers."

"A dog?" I said.

"Yeah, one year they elected a bottle of beer - they don't seem to take it
very seriously," she said. "But, it's always been pretty competitive among
chicks." I giggled.

"You sound like a guy. Chicks?"

"Why not?" Kira said, mock-leering at me. "I like the same thing." She
cupped one of my breasts, and gently squeezed it, bringing her lips to mine
and kissing me for a few moments. She pulled her face away from mine, and
said, "Anyway, I think a beauty contest is just what you need, sexist or
not."

"I don't think I'm ready for that," I said. "I mean a campus-wide contest,
that's ridiculous, I couldn't compete with most of the girls here!"

"Well, I disagree with you, I think you could, but that's the beauty of
it. Er, sorry. I mean that's what makes it perfect. It's a dorm-wide
competition. Each dorm elects their own male and/or female Santa's
Helpers. You can compete for the Female Santa's Helper from `The Madhouse!'
Besides the great honor of representing Madison Hall, there are many
awesome gifts for the winners, I think last year Ellen Johnson from the 3rd
floor, and an Abyssinian named `Clyde' won a big bag of Cheetos and a $10
Starbucks gift card. I think Clyde got the Cheetos, and Ellen got the gift
card..... or was it the other way around.....?"

Kira pretended to look thoughtful, so I hit her with my pillow. I think any
jury in the country would vote to acquit, don't you? LOL

"So, what do you think? I'd ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up,
and do your hair, and, and, everything! I'm getting excited!" Kira smiled
happily.

"Mm, do you REALLY think it'll be okay?" I said. "I don't mean do you think
that I'll win, I just mean, do you think I won't get too embarrassed?"

"Sure, it's a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else
gets embarrassed, see?"

"In that case, okay, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY appreciate you helping
me, `cause I don't have a clue what to do!" I hugged Kira, and then we
kissed, our soft and full lips coming together, the sweetest, most romantic
sensation I've ever truly felt every time I've done it. The sweetest thing
about my lovely, blonde goddess Kira, is that she's ALWAYS so good to me,
even if I don't deserve it. Her lips, so full and warm, softly conveyed her
love for me, gently pressing against mine, her breath through her nose
blowing warmly and lightly across my cheek.  Her strong, small hands held
me, as though she were afraid I was going to fly away in the middle of our
kiss.

Her full, ripe breasts pressed against mine, and I sensed, rather than
actually felt, her small pink nipples hard and erect against my own
breasts. I brought one hand up to feather it across her left breast,
feeling her roundness, and her heat. I could die, having known Kira's
breasts, everything else was a bonus in life. We broke our kiss apart, and
I looked into her eyes. I was stunned to see a glimmer of fear
there. "Kira, what?" I said, fearful now myself.

"Nothing," she said. "I just don't want to ever lose you...."

"I will never leave you," I said, perhaps foolishly. It's for certain that
the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was
new to the Art of Loving, and didn't know any better.

Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed
and caressed, inhaled each other's sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each
other's state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly
connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira's
warm, round bottom, our heat connecting, but not our flesh, my hands
outside of her thin cotton panties, her nimble fingers idly stroking my
crotch, through the worn blue denim.  We both came, gently and just barely,
lazily, because that was right for the time. As I was dozing off, Kira
whispered, "Just one rule in the Pageant."

"What's that?" I mumbled.

"No fuzzy cat slippers on contestants," she said.

"Not even on Clyde?" I said. Her answer was inaudible as we both fell
asleep.

The next day, we both got up pretty early, and headed out to our respective
classes, a full day for both of us. I didn't get back to the room until 7,
after a late class and dinner at the dining hall, salad and chicken
fingers, with a glass of milk. I walked in, to find Kira at her study desk,
wearing her usual animal panties (giraffes this time), white athletic
socks, and a plain blue polyester blend collared blouse, nothing else. Her
long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders fetchingly. She leaned her
face up to me to be kissed, and after some small talk and catching up, I
stripped down to panties and tee shirt, and headed over to the desk on the
other side of the room to start my studies.

I had opened up my text, and was reading, for probably 15 minutes, when I
heard a soft voice call, "Baby?"

I swiveled my arm chair around, to see Kira in her arm chair, facing me, a
mysterious, faint smile on her face. Kira didn't say a word, but, looking
at me through heavy-lidded eyes, slowly brought her right hand up to the
top button on her blouse, fingering it open, then moving on to the next,
and the next languidly, until her blouse hung open, and the inner swell of
her full, creamy breasts was exposed, and I could see the little peaks her
tiny, erect pink nipples made in the crisp fabric.

I was pleased to see that Kira wasn't wearing a bra, and had decided to
share a view of her beautiful body with me, her beautiful breasts forcing
the fabric apart, like a broad-shouldered football player crashing through
a line of opponents. But Kira didn't stop there. She pulled the blouse off
her shoulders, but left it still on, like a stole, so that my entire focus
was on her lovely breasts, their full swell, and her sweet, oh so feminine
pink nipples and areolas. She brought her hand up to her erect nipple on
her right breast, and began circling it lightly with her finger.

I looked at Kira, and she was clearly excited, and caught up in her own
seduction of me. She looked straight into my eyes, and licked her upper lip
for me, then her lower lip, her upper torso moving faintly, sinuously and
slowly. I licked my own lips, as my mouth had turned dry for some
reason. Kira moved her hips forward on the chair a few inches, causing my
eyes to focus there momentarily, and I could see a noticeable wet spot,
glistening right where the slit of her pussy was hidden, her fluid in
excess wetting the fabric there with her cream.

Kira continued stroking her breast, then went on to lightly pinching each
of her nipples, the small, wet circle at her crotch getting larger. I found
my own hand now, between my legs, absently stroking the outline of my
pussy. I could feel my curly pubic hair compress, spring-like, under my
fingers, as I strove to make more contact with the sensitive nerve endings
there, in my clit and my labia, as they engorged with blood and my passion
rose sharply. A faint whiff of my own musk rose up to tickle my nose, and
inflame my lust further.

Soon, we were both engaged in a mutual exhibition, and a wonderful
masturbatory seduction, Kira softly stroking her small, rough nipples, then
bringing her other hand to the sweet area between her slim thighs, and
tracing the outline of her labia, pausing to stroke her swollen pink clit,
and, wetting her finger against the moist fabric, brought her finger
delicately to her nose, and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her tight,
little pussy, then taking the wet finger into her mouth and sucking it in
between her soft lips.

I gave a little moan, and slipped my finger under the elastic legband of my
own panties, in the crease of my pubic vee on the right side, my finger
finding my own wet, open slit an inch away, and slipped inside my tight
opening. My hips pushed forward at this stimulation, causing my finger to
slip all the way inside, and I moaned again.

I took the finger out of my hot vagina, reluctantly, then echoed Kira's
actions, bringing the wet digit up to my nose to smell, and become
intoxicated by, the musky, fragrant aroma of my aroused pussy, and slipped
the cream-coated finger into my mouth, to savor the flavor of a hot pussy.

Kira, on seeing that, cooed softly, then more blatantly pulled the front of
her panties down, giving me an intoxicating view of her small blonde bush,
her swollen, pink lips and reddish slit between, and, nestled just below
her bush, the tiny, pink treasure of a pearl. She leaned back in her chair,
exposing her sweet cunt to me, making herself sexually available to me,
submitting to me, inviting me inside her.

That pink, wet pussy, pouting and plump, reeled me in, like a deep sea
fisherwoman hauling in a sailfish. As though in a dream I rose up, pulled
off my tee shirt to bare my breasts for her, my brown nipples stiffly erect
for her mouth and fingers, and walked over to Kira, sprawled dreamily in
her study chair, her blouse still on, but covering nothing, her pussy
pushed forward, the panties covering her wet slit again. Kira looked up at
me and smiled sexily, a woman in full sexual heat. Her hands went to my
panties, one hand tugging at the waistband, the other closely cupping my
cunt and bush. Kira tugged my panties off one hip, the bottoms uncovering
one ass cheek, then, switching hands, so that her other hand now cupped and
pressed my fabric-covered pussy, lowered my panties off the other hip,
baring my other ass cheek, so that I essentially had nothing on, other than
where her hand inexplicably still covered my hole with the fabric of my
panties.

Then she pushed, and rotated the fabric against my mons and opening, until
it was soaked with my own cream, and fragrant with my musk. Kira then
lowered her hand from my pussy, taking away the last vestige of cloth
covering me, and brought my wet panties down to the floor, where I stepped
out of them. She then brought the moist panties up to her cute nose, and,
covering her face with them, inhaled the scent of the most intimate parts
of my body. After one deep breath, she gently took the panties off her
face, then placed them aside on the desk, like a birthday present set aside
while one thanks the gift-giver.

Kira looked up at me, her full pink lips whispering, "My beautiful lover,"
then put her hand on my bottom, and pulled me, willingly, toward her
face. My hips on the same level as her mouth, her intentions were obvious,
and I brought my legs astraddle the chair to make it easier for her.
Kira's soft lips gently kissed my bush, the springy brown hair there,
rebounding from her lips pressed against it, then ducked her head slightly
to bring the tip of her pink tongue against the pink of my clit, her
knowing tongue applying just the right amount of friction on that sensitive
organ.

I gasped, the immediate pleasure of her touch surprising me, then pressed
my full hips against her mouth, greedily seeking greater contact. Kira
sensed this, and pulled back to maintain her light contact, but compensated
for my anticipated disappointment, by insinuating one of her index fingers,
moistened with her own pussy cream, between the globes of my full, warm
bottom. I moaned, to feel her long finger delving deeper into my compliant
furrow. I put my hands on the back of her head to try to force her face
into my heated cunt, but she was enjoying teasing me too much.

I stood up on my tiptoes, to try to get her hot tongue into my leaking
slit, and finally, Kira thrust her tongue deep inside me, and I moaned
deeply as I felt her thrusting into me, and her cute snub nose deliberately
bumping into my sensitive clit. Meanwhile, Kira was alternately finger
fucking my ass hole, and scraping her sharp nail around the outside of my
anal pucker.

"Oh, honey, I'm cumming now," I said, as shocks of electricity radiated out
of my clit, throughout my body. "Oh, GOD!" I screamed. "OH, YEAH!! FUCK!" I
was afraid that I might get too loud, and attract attention down the hall -
goodness knows what the girls in the next room thought already, the way we
fucked! I held on, through several orgasmic waves, then stroked my fingers
through Kira's long hair as she slowed her licking of my increasingly
sensitive clit. She slipped her finger out of my ass, and, reaching up,
teasingly tapped the tip of my nose with the finger, then my lips. I was
afraid to open my mouth, I didn't know if she'd slip her dirty finger
between my lips. The smell was stimulating, though, and strangely,
wonderfully attractive.

Kira stood up and smiled at me, her face glistening with my juices, and
brought her lips to mine, her hands framing my face. Cum was something I
was a little more used to, and I kissed her back gratefully, the fragrance
was wonderful, but it only made me hungrier for her own feminine
cream. "Let's get in bed," I whispered in her ear. Kira nodded, and we held
our embrace as we sort of hopped together over to the bed, then fell on
it. The impact separated us, and Kira slid herself into the center of the
bed.

I kneeled next to her as she centered herself, on her back, her sweet body
open and available to me. As she looked at me expectantly and vulnerable, I
turned around on the bed, then lay down next to her, on my side, my feet at
the head of the bed, my head at her feet. Kira whistled, "This looks like
fun! Where'd you learn this? I know I didn't teach it to you ...."

"You're not the only one who knows different sexual positions, y'know," I
teased back. "What do you think I'm doing on the Internet, when I'm not
looking up data reports on the Dow Jones Index?"

"Dow Jones this, motherfucker!" Kira squealed, and quickly brought her head
between my legs, my thighs parting to allow her closer access to my
cunt. Meanwhile, I moved so that I was laying on top of her in the classic
`69' position, and urged her legs up, which canted her pussy right into my
face. I could smell her wet puss, and began lapping at her swollen labia,
her exposed clit, and deep inside her silky opening, in no particular order
or effort to build her to an orgasm. Rather, I was concerned about getting
myself as deeply into her cunt as possible.

Kira pulled my hips, cunt and ass onto her face, and she resumed licking at
me as she'd done before, and both of her hands were busy playing with, and
stroking, my ass cheeks and hole. In that position my ass hole was pulled
open for her. We lay there joined, licking each other's sweet pussies, and
generating numerous mild orgasms. I could feel Kira's cums, as her pussy
tightened around my tongue, and she produced more of her creamy fluid,
though you couldn't say that she "came" in my mouth, as pleasant as I found
that thought to be.

I felt Kira pulling my thighs forward, and knowing her as well as I did, I
complied, and soon I felt her full, soft and oh, so warm lips pressed
against my nether hole, her tongue fucking me back there, in and out. I
wiggled my ass on her face with the pleasure of it all, and I knew that I
would return this very special pleasure to her tonight. Kira fucked my ass
with her long tongue for about 5 minutes, then I sat up, and looked over my
shoulder (though there was nothing to see, her face being under my ass,
LOL), and I announced, "I'm gonna do you now."

Kira lay her head back down on the mattress, and let me
proceed. Undoubtedly, her neck and tongue were a little sore from the
angle, and all. I pulled her legs back up, and past me, so that she was
nearly jackknifed, her thighs pressing against her breasts. Her pussy was
tempting, lying there open and easily available to me again, but I wanted
Kira's beautiful ass this time. I pulled her trim thighs a little further
back, and there lay her little ass hole, all pink, and puckered and so
sweet to contemplate,

"Kira baby, your little puckered rear hole is so pretty, sweetie," I
said. "It looks so kissably perfect .... would you like me to kiss it?"

>From behind and under me I heard, "Oh yeah, baby, kiss it."

"Can I lick it?" I said, teasingly.

"Uh huh, I'd like you to lick my pink little hole. It aches for your touch,
and your tongue," Kira said.

"What else would you like, honey?" I said, gently blowing on her rear
opening, and watching her sphincter muscle open and close, then open again,
revealing her pinkness inside.

"Umm, oh baby, would you mind sticking your sweet little tongue inside
there?" Kira said, seductively.

"Inside where?" I responded.

"Umm, baby, inside my tight, hot, pink virginal cheerleader ass hole that
I've never, ever let anyone else ever look at, much less touch, much less
fuck with her tongue....PLEASE BABY, fuck me now, hard and deep inside my
ass, with your hot fuckin' tongue, `til I cum and cum and cum, then kiss me
hard and deep, and fuck my mouth with your tongue that was just deep inside
my ass!!!"

Well, enough teasing, I figured, and I fucked Kira's sweet little anus with
my tongue until she DID cum, about a dozen times. The taste, and smell of
Kira's ass were one of the greatest pleasures of my life, and afterwards,
we kissed for hours, and she licked all of my face, and I hers. Kira got up
and snatched my panties off the desk, then clutched them in her hand next
to her nose, and we fell asleep for the rest of the night, waking up a
couple of times each, to finger each other's pussy and clit, and make the
other cum in her sleep.

Over the next few weeks leading up to the Winter Festival, I slavishly
followed Kira's directions in `toning up, fixing up, cuteing up,' as she
put it. She had me visit the Fitness Center every day, and I learned about
the equipment there, and began doing a light series of exercises that
helped me to lose 15 pounds, down to 130, and just generally tone up my
muscles and help me with attitude, too. A side benefit of spending time
there, were all the really toned girls who spent time there, and their
skimpy outfits. I hoped I wouldn't have to compete with them, but I surely
didn't mind looking at them, and using my imagination. I didn't think of it
as cheating on Kira, only stretching my fantasy life a little. Along with
the gym, Kira introduced me to Yoga, and helped me to learn how to center
myself, and focus on each part of my being, and just plain relax. I know it
sounds goofy, but it worked, and, it WAS California, after all, LOL.

In addition, Kira and I went shopping, and we bought me several really nice
outfits, that she said were `hip,' but a cut above the usual jeans and tee
shirts and/or flannel shirt that we all inevitably wore, day in and day
out, plus a bikini for the `swimsuit competition.' Yeah, sisters, I know -
it's sexist and debasing. On the other hand, I did look pretty good for the
first time in my life, and I happen to LIKE looking at other women wearing
very little, so fuck off with the militant Stonewall crap for a little
while, `kay?

Kira had a couple of friends who counseled me on ways that I could use just
a little makeup to promote my good features, and hide my
imperfections. Another friend was an amateur hairstylist, and she cut my
hair in an Ashlee Simpson cut, that, to be honest, REALLY made me look
good. I was astounded, honestly. And for any girlfriends reading this, I DO
NOT endorse Ashlee's `dumb girl' act, or her sister's either, but I'm
willing to admit she knows how to look pretty nice. Truth to tell, I'd LOVE
to fuck Ashlee, LOL! As long as I didn't have to talk to her afterwards, he
he.

We spent a full 2 weeks just before the competition, making me comfortable
with being a girl, doing my own face, arranging my hair `til I was happy
with it, dressing myself, and of course, working out at the gym, so by the
night of the `competition,' I was feeling pretty good about myself. Kira
and I had a light dinner at the dining hall, probably the best way to
approach their food (groan), and then I showered and when I came back into
our room, Kira gave me one of those shoulder rub/massage things that boxers
get before their big fight, and Kira gave me the big speech she'd
undoubtedly been working on for weeks.

"Rachel, just remember that this competition isn't a contest at all, it's
YOUR chance to show the world that, when Rachel Jones chooses to show off,
she does it IN STYLE! It doesn't matter whether you come in first, or last,
or whatever, because you've ALREADY WON!!..." she went on like that for
about 5 minutes, while I smirked at her, and finally she said, "WHAT?"

I said, "Kira, first, you sound like Burgess Meredith in `Rocky,' second,
you've got a little piece of spinach on your front tooth there, and third,
you've done a magnificent job of getting me ready, building my confidence,
and making me love you even more than I thought possible! I'm ready, babe!"

Kira grinned at me, and said, "Okay, then, that's the most important
thing. Which tooth is it?" I smacked her butt, then put on my outfit, a
casual raw silk blouse and linen skirt combination, with semi-high heels to
make my butt say, `FUCK ME!!!' to the voters. And, oh yes, I had practiced
on those evil sucker shoes for a week. If I didn't already have Kira's
heart, I would have dreaded the thought of having to wear high heels to
catch another chick's eye. I put my thong bikini, a Hawaiian Island print,
into my bag, and we headed down to the lounge on the first floor.

The RA was the emcee, and she was hamming it up, with really bad jokes and
all, and the crowd of about 60 students groaned at all the right parts. The
crowd was about 40/20 girls to guys, with the 20 guys dates or steadies of
some of the girls in the dorm. There were 5 of us competing for the "Miss
Madhouse Santa's Helper" title, and 2 guys plus a really cute tiny pet
turtle named `Sylvester," running for "Mr. Miss Madhouse Santa's Helper"
(since it WAS a girls' dorm).

Fortunately, there was no talent competition, they just went right to the
cheesecake (and beefcake, and, yes, turtlecake), so the 8 of us were lined
up in front of everyone, and introduced with name, class, and floor. The
emcee had told the crowd that they were forbidden from making any sounds
(cheering or booing) during the introductions, so as not to hurt feelings,
but they were unable to contain themselves when the emcee introduced the
last contestant, Sylvester. I admit I cheered for him too - he was SO cute
on his little plastic island! I think he waved to the crowd, but that might
just be the excitement clouding my memory of the moment.

Well, we just kind of clumsily pirouetted, and stood around for a while,
then the RA - emcee announced the swimsuit portion, so we 5 girls headed to
the ladies restroom off the lounge, and changed clothes there. Kira gave me
a `thumbs up' from the crowd as I left with the others. Once inside, we
stripped down, and I was shocked to see every girl there, openly scoping
each other's naked body! I wasn't sure if it was a female thing, checking
out the competition, or a sexual thing, looking for potential lovers. As
for me, it was both - though I certainly wasn't looking for a new bedmate,
I'll be the first to admit that a beautiful face or feminine body, or both,
WILL catch my eye.

Frankly, I thought most of the other girls were better looking than me, but
I wasn't fazed by that, with Kira's speech still ringing in my ears. I felt
I was already a winner, just being there.

We trooped back out, and the 2 guys, and Sylvester, were already lined up
and waiting. We got in line, then did the same silly posing as before, and
formed an impromptu conga line and started shimmying around the room. Crowd
members joined in until we had a kind of conga - bunny hop line going. I
could swear the female contestant behind me, a junior from the second
floor, had her hands all over my ass, though I suppose the girl in front of
me could have said the same, LOL.

Finally, the RA blew a whistle and announced the secret ballot. I stood
with Kira, and we held hands (not so unusual between girls, plus our
relationship was starting to become an open secret anyway), and we waited
breathlessly, as did the others, while the voting went on and then the
votes were counted. After a long, long pause, the RA announced, "First, the
winner of the Mr.  Miss Madhouse crown is ...... is..... is ....." until
the crowd started booing her, then " ... is Sylvester Turtle!" Everybody
applauded wildly, and there were several calls from guys of "Way to go,
Sylvester!" and "You're the man!"

I was starting to feel the pressure. Kira noticed it and squeezed my hand,
whispering in my ear, "It's all over, Rachel, you don't have to do ANYTHING
now, it's out of your hands, you can relax." That calmed me down, and I
smiled over in gratitude to her.

Then the RA announced, "And the next and reigning Miss Madhouse is
.... Misty Shepherd!"

Misty was the girl who'd had her hands on my ass in the conga line, and she
really DID look nice, so I felt very happy for her. Kira hugged me, and
said, "I'm sorry, Kira ....", and I said, "I'M not!" and smiled back at
her. "That year of shopping center openings and autograph signings the
winner has to fulfill is hell!" I joked. Kira impulsively kissed my cheek,
that wonderful, wonderful woman of mine.

Well, except for one thing, the rest of the evening was a normal dorm
party, after the contestants had a chance to change into normal clothes
(jeans, tee shirts, oh yeah!) And Kira and I mingled, and just generally
had a good time for about an hour. We got separated for a while, but I had
loads of fun talking to the other students. Many told me that they'd voted
for me, and I thanked them.

Finally, the party pretty much broke up, so Kira and I drifted upstairs,
and got ready for bed.  Kira stripped naked, and I said, "Baby, would you
sleep naked tonight?" And she smiled, and said, "Sure, if you will too." I
nodded happily, and we crawled into bed, spooning, her petite, lovely,
feminine body embraced in mine, my pussy nestled up against the warmth and
softness of her full ass, my left hand cupping her left breast, the nipple
a little pebble between my fingers.  Her left hand was a little behind her,
on the outside of my thigh.

Kira mumbled, "Do you want to know how you did? The RA told me ....."

"No," I whispered in her ear, and paused, then said, "4 girls and 2 guys
gave me their cell phone numbers while you and I were separated at the
party. I think I know now...." Kira gave a little start, then relaxed in my
arms.

"But you're sleeping with me tonight," she whispered, confidently.

"Go to sleep," I said, and kissed her downy cheek. And we slept.

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