Women's Studies Ch. 05

There was a strong chill in the night air. Not nearly as bad as it would have been back home in Colorado, but harsh just the same considering that only a few weeks ago the smallest amount of sunlight left you dashing for cover and thanking the air conditioning Gods. It was such a strong contrast for such a short amount of time. One day you are enjoying tiny dresses and open toed heels, and the next you can't leave the indoors without pants, thick socks and a jacket.

Speaking of pants, that was a whole new set of nervous emotions. My life was so much easier when I could wear skirts and dresses. I didn't realize it at the time, but it was so much easier to keep my extra lady bits hidden away when there was so much open room down there. Now that I needed pants to keep myself from freezing to death, in what was promising to be a dreary desert winter, I needed a little more support to hide my bulge.

Still being rather new to being a woman, I had questions, and thankfully I knew the person with all the answers. My good friend Google. Not knowing exactly what I was looking for at the time, I did a random search and found just the thing I needed right away, a gaff. A lot of stores sold them online, but what I found that really suited my needs was one of the do it yourself ones. After seeing a video of how well it worked, I quickly went out and bought some pantyhose and a thick sock. With some liberal use of my scissors, I ended up with something that looked similar to a sling shot. Following the instructions, I slipped it over my legs and up into place. When I was sure I was all tucked away, I slipped on a pair of my sexiest panties, and then a tight-fitting pair of jeans.

I looked fantastic. I couldn't see any trace of the cock between my legs, which made me as giddy as the schoolgirl I was. Even with my own appraisal of my handy work, I still couldn't bring myself to leave my room. I was worried that I was missing something, or that if I moved wrong, I would come out of place. I called Kennedy for assistance, and after nearly an hour of moving around—walking, skipping, jumping and bending—Kennedy assured me that I looked just as smooth and womanly down there as she did.

I've said it before, and I'll say it again; it's hard work being a woman, but it's totally worth it.

I was at a cafe near campus, sitting outside on a couch by a fire, watching the last traces of sunset fade away. After our felony bonding experience, and Abigail's transformation from shy reserved innocence to her now outgoing and carefree attitude, we had been spending a lot more time together. Almost every night we came to this cafe to sit outside drinking hot coco or coffee.

"Here you go, Lexi," Abigail said holding out a warm coffee container as she sat down next to me. "Be careful. It's hot."

And hot it was. Delicious too. I loved having hot coco on nights like this. Abigail was in full blown relax mode as she slouched down on the couch leaning against me.

"Where's Kennedy at?" Abigail asked, checking her watch. "She was supposed to be here ten minutes ago."

"I'm sure she's fine," I said, running my hand through her dark brown hair. "Speaking of Kennedy, how are things with you two?" I asked, trying to be casual.

I knew pretty well how things were going between them. Almost every night since they first hooked up, Kennedy had spent the night in Abigail's bed; and sadly, not in mine once. I missed the feel of her next to me, her warm skin, and her arms holding on to me. I even missed the way her wild hair tickled my skin, waking me randomly throughout the night. I felt like an ass for being jealous of one of my best friends, and her relationship with my other best friend, especially since Abigail was so much more alive now. I just couldn't help but miss what Kennedy and I used to have.

"They're so great!" Abigail gushed. "I mean...wow! I mean, I've used Fred before (her vibrator), a lot actually, but I never knew it could feel like that. And the way her lips feel against mine. And that crazy tongue of hers too! And it's all the time. How does she have the energy?" she went on rambling happily.

I couldn't help but smile for her. I knew firsthand what she was talking about. Kennedy could be insatiable.

"Oh my God. Did she tell you what she did to me last Thursday?" Abigail went on. "She decided to sit in on one of my Art History classes, and she spent the entire time fingering me in the back row," Abigail said laughing. "I came like four times, all the while praying that I wouldn't scream and let everyone know that I had her fingers buried inside me!"

"That definitely sounds like Kennedy all right!" I said laughing with her.

I vividly remembered Kennedy sucking my cock in the back row of my Gender Studies class, and then stealing my panties, forcing me to walk back to the dorm in my dress with a gigantic hardon.

"I'm glad that you're happy," I told Abigail truthfully.

"I just wish you were happy too," Abigail sighed.

I should have remembered that she wouldn't be so near sighted. Abigail might usually keep things to herself, but it didn't mean she didn't notice things.

"I am happy Abigail," I said leaning my head against hers. "Look at you! You are so much happier now. You were so alone and closed off before, and now you're so full of life!" I explained. "I'm happy for you!"

"I'm not blind," Abigail said, taking my hand in hers. "You miss Kennedy. You two had been inseparable since school started, and now, in the span of a couple of hours, I somehow stole her from you. I can't help the way she makes me feel, but I also can't avoid what I did to you. And you're still being so nice to me, even after what I did."

"You didn't steal anything Abigail," I assured her. "Kennedy and I have only just been friends."

"You guys slept together all the time. And I don't mean with actual sleep," she said, confused. "Well, I guess she did do most of her actual sleeping with you as well."

"Yeah, those things are true," I agreed. "But we both knew from the beginning that we were just really good friends; that we wouldn't be each other's girlfriend. We just enjoyed playing, and loved how we made each other feel," I said. "To be honest, she's more like a sister than a best friend."

"So, you're basically sleeping with your sister?" Abigail joked.

Yes. "No, of course not," I said, covering quickly. "It's not like that at all." It was exactly like that, come to think of it. My feelings for Kennedy were nearly identical to my feelings for Audrey. And I was sleeping with both of them.

"What I meant is that we're so close, it's like we could be sisters," I said, trying to make it sound less dirty.

"All right," Abigail said with a mirthful sigh. "I don't have any siblings myself, but I think I remember reading somewhere that sleeping with them would be wrong."

"Stop it!" I laughed tickling Abigail's sides.

"Fine! Fine! I'm done, I promise!" Abigail screamed, laughing. "Ugh, you're horrible!" she said when I finally relented.

The glow from the fire danced across us as we settled back down to enjoy our hot beverages. I really was happy for Abigail, but to be honest this whole situation felt kind of impossible. We both cared for Kennedy as more than mere friends, just the same as we both craved her touch and sensual embrace. All I knew was that I couldn't hurt Abigail.

"I don't know what Kennedy and I are," Abigail said staring into the fire. "We haven't talked about it. But I do know one thing," she said, turning to face me. "You are the only person I wouldn't fight over her with. You and Kennedy are both my friends," she finished, giving me a soft kiss on the cheek.

Feeling her lips on me again took me back to the night we helped Kennedy break into the Admin building, stirring up a whole new problem. Abigail and I had made out on a park bench, making a very sexual scene, in order to distract security from catching Kennedy as she made her exit. It was supposed to just be a distraction, but I let myself get carried away. Now, even more thoughts than usual of her would creep into my mind.

None of this was helped by the fact that Kennedy didn't mind an audience when she and Abigail would fool around in bed together late at night. A girl can only take so much.

"Where the hell is Kennedy?" I asked in an attempt to distract my thoughts.

As if my words were finally a summons, she appeared.

"Kennedy where have you been?" I asked, before I noticed the look on her face. "What happened? Is everything okay?"

"Can I get a large non-fat mocha? Thank you," Kennedy said to the server before diving into her explanation.

She had been in the Administration building, reserving a couple of classes for the spring semester when she thought she would take a quick detour by the Assistant Deans office. "I was only in the outer office for a couple of seconds before Mr. Decker walked in behind me. For some reason he was pissed. He kept asking me what I was up to and getting angrier by the second. It was scary. I tried to say that I had gotten lost, but he was losing control. Thankfully someone heard the shouting and came to check it out."

"Christ, Kennedy! What were you doing in there?" I asked. "I thought we were in this together. You didn't even have a plan. You just went in blind!"

"I know," she said. "but I had just seen him on the first floor, and I thought I might have a couple minutes to see if his door was unlocked."

"Was it?" Abigail asked.

"No," Kennedy sighed.

"How much trouble did you get in?" I asked.

"Not much surprisingly," Kennedy said. "I thought I was a goner for sure. Before one of the secretaries came to see what the commotion was all about, I thought he might actually hit me, he was that furious. After there was a witness around, I just thought I was going to be expelled or something. He kept saying that I was done at this school, and that I had messed with the wrong person. The weird thing was, when the Dean arrived, he pulled Mr. Decker aside for a few moments in private, and afterwards, he told me that the second floor was off limits to students without an appointment. He put me on probation and told me that any other infractions would result in disciplinary action."

"That's crazy. Why was he so mad?" Abigail asked.

"I don't know," Kennedy said, shivering. "But before that secretary came in, I had never been so scared in my life."

"That just seems weird to me," I said, thinking aloud. "I can understand you getting into trouble for being somewhere you shouldn't be, but why was he so angry? And why did the Dean let you off so easy if Mr. Decker was so determined to expel you?"

"I don't know. I'm just glad that it's over, and that I'm not being kicked out," Kennedy said.

It was quiet again while we all absorbed the latest news. We would definitely need to be more careful in the future. Maybe we would have to slow things down a little bit and let the dust settle before we tried getting into his office again.

"In other news, I think we need to have an intervention for Lexi," Abigail said, trying to lighten the mood.

"I'm right here you know!" I exclaimed, nudging her with my elbow.

"Her hand is still glued to that phone I see," Kennedy said smiling.

I very deliberately folded my arms to hide my phone from view. "I was holding it because I was about to call and see what was taking you so long," I lied.

"Bull shit," Abigail smiled. "You were waiting for Danny to text you when he got off work!"

I had given Danny my phone number when we had our girl's night out at The Blacklist, and he began texting me almost immediately. I couldn't really figure out what I was doing with this though. I enjoyed our conversations, even more than I thought I would. Before, he was just a great memory of a kind stranger that had made me feel desirable, and now it was becoming more. As we talked over the last few weeks, I began to know more and more about him, and I couldn't help but think of him as a friend. The problem was, I knew he wanted more.

Firstly, I still didn't know where I stood with my feeling when it came to boys, and secondly, even if I did know where I stood, how exactly do you tell a boy that likes you, that you have a penis too?

"Whatever," I said. "We're just friends anyway."

Thankfully, before they could torment me further, all of our phones rang with a message from our Dorm Leaders.

~EMERGENCY MEETING IN 15 MIN. PLEASE NOTIFY HOLLY IF YOU CANNOT MAKE IT~

"Looks like we have to go," I said hopping up before they could tease me any more about Danny. I didn't know what it was, but I just couldn't take any of that right now.

We were only a block away from campus when we got the text, so we made it back in great time. Once we entered Evens Hall, we noticed the dorms were abuzz. It was usually a busy place, with people always moving through the halls, but there seemed to be an energy in the air tonight.

"Great! You guys made it!" Holly said as we stepped into our common room. "We have some last-minute news we need to share."

I peered around, and I noticed that all the other girls that shared our flat were in attendance as well. They were sitting with what could only be described as anticipation. Whether it was for the news, or our arrival, I was unsure.

"You might have noticed that there have been no school festivities planned for Halloween," Holly said standing up to address all of us. "As a somewhat unspoken tradition, our school never hosts anything for Halloween. When Mayweather first opened, it was a pretty strict place, designed solely for women to come and learn. In an act of rebellion, the students took it upon themselves to make the most of it, and every year since its founding the students of Mayweather have sponsored their own Halloween scavenger hunt."

"Call it a night of mischief," Jessica, our other Dorm Leader chimed in smiling.

"As the years went on, alumni began donating prizes for the winners, and it has been like that ever since. We thought we would have to cancel it this year when we hadn't heard from any of our alumni, but we just received word that a Miss..." she began looking at a piece of paper, "Marilyn Brooks, has graciously pledged to match any funds we raise for the event, to be split among the winners!"

The room was abuzz with excited voices at this announcement. Personally, I wasn't sure how much fun a scavenger hunt would be, but a cash prize definitely got my attention. Some of these students came from wealthy families, but I wasn't one of them, and I knew I wasn't alone in that regard.

"The Student Union has decided that there will be a twenty-dollar entry fee per participant. You will be working together in groups of four, and the prize will be split evenly between the members of the winning team."

"In true Mayweather fashion," Jessica added, "there will be no points for second place. In the real world there are no prizes for doing your best, only for doing the best."

"On Friday evening, all participants will meet at The Library, where they will hear the rules and receive their objectives," Holly said before adding, "And this is Halloween, so costumes will be mandatory."

With that, Jessica and Holly retreated to their room, leaving us to discuss the news amongst ourselves. Now that the speech was over, all of the girls began talking at once. Some were already pairing up, while others were discussing the contest and the looming prize.

"Do you guys want to do it?" Kennedy asked. "It sounds like fun!"

"I'm in," I said quickly. I was doing the sums, and even if only a fraction of the twelve-hundred or so students participated, it would be a nice bit of money.

"Abigail?" Kennedy asked before realizing that Abigail wasn't with us any longer. "Where did she go?"

I hadn't even seen her leave. Finding her was rather easy though. With a quick check of our room, we found her sitting on her bed staring out the window.

"What's wrong Abigail?" I asked. "Why didn't you stick around?"

"That was my mom," Abigail said quietly.

"What? I thought your mom was..." Kennedy began before stopping herself. "I thought she passed away?"

"She did, but that was her, Marilyn Brooks. It was her maiden name," Abigail had a sad look in her eyes, and she seemed to be fighting back tears. "I'm sure it was my dad. He must have sent the letter in her name."

Kennedy sat down next to Abigail and put an arm around her. Abigail didn't talk about her mother much, but I knew that she had passed away when Abigail was really young. One of the main reasons she was here at Mayweather was to live a small part of her mother's life, and to maybe find some sort of connection to what she lost.

"Ugh," Abigail said, drying her eyes. "I'm all right. It was just a bit of a shock is all. So, do you guys want to do it with me?"

"Hell yes!" Kennedy purred before kissing her cheek.

"Okay! Okay! Stop! That tickles!" Abigail shrieked laughing as Kennedy continued to kiss down her neck. "I meant do you guys want to do the scavenger hunt with me, not do me!"

"Party pooper," Kennedy said with a sigh. "Lexi and I already decided to team up."

"We need one more though," I said. "It's teams of four."

"How about Skylar?" Kennedy proposed.

Skylar was Kennedy's roommate, not that Kennedy spent much time in her own room. In the beginning, Kennedy had spent a lot of time in mine and Abigail's room with me, but since her and Abigail began their new relationship, she hardly spent a single night in her own room at all.

To be fair, Skylar might not have noticed. Skylar was... promiscuous. She frequently had men coming by to pick her up, and she was not shy about her sexual experience. She had probably spent more nights in other guys' beds than her own since school started.

All the times that I had spent around Skylar had been memorable, but she wasn't around very much. She attended classes, and turned in her assignments, but other than that she was usually gone. I swear, if she wasn't as smart as she was, she wouldn't be able to keep the social life she had. I honestly didn't know how she did it.

"Do you think she'll want to team up with us?" Abigail asked.

"Please, she's been looking forward to getting dressed up for Halloween for weeks," Kennedy said. "Besides, she's here on a scholarship too, so she could use the prize money as well."

"I'm okay with Skylar as our fourth," I said.

"All right, go ask her Kennedy," Abigail said reaching for her laptop. While Kennedy went to go find Skylar, Abigail's fingers flew across the keyboard on her lap.

"Did you forget some homework?" I asked, watching her work.

"Nope," she said, smiling as she continued on her laptop. "I'm shopping."

"So that's why you look so happy!" I laughed, taking a seat next to her to take a look.

Abigail was browsing Halloween costumes, and the prices were outrageous. Some of the costumes she was looking at were over four hundred dollars!

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed. "Are you really going to spend that much money on a Halloween costume?"

"What?" Abigail said, looking up at me as I broke her concentration. "Oh, yeah they do cost a little bit, don't they?"

"We have very different definitions of 'a little bit'," I said, shaking my head.

"Well feel better, because I'm buying yours and Kennedy's as well," she said offhandedly.

"You don't have to do that," I explained. "I'm sure I can find something on my own."

"I'm sure you could too," Abigail said. "Think of it as a thank you. You and Kennedy have been so great to me, it's the least I can do. Besides it's daddies Am-Ex card."

"Are you sure?" I asked. I felt a little uncomfortable having her buy something for me.

"Yeah, it's not a problem. When I started school here my dad set a weekly allowance for me and I have been coming in severely under budget," Abigail explained.