Literotic asexstories – Collegiate Sluthood Ch. 10 by ValethofLilley,ValethofLilley
The story as usual contains lurid depiction of sex, lots of anal play, rimming, ass to mouth, and interracial group sex. All characters are over 18.
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The phone vibrated.
“Are you ready?”
Natalie took a deep drag from her joint, feeling the weed relax her senses.
She was perched by her window, enjoying the cool evening air on her skin. It was another hot weekend, even this late in fall. Today especially, it was hard not to feel hot and bothered. Tempted she was, to take off her clothes and just and be free in her naked, letting the gentle breeze lick her skin.
Her windows faced the back garden and there wasn’t clear a line of sight to any neighbour. Not that she’d seen any neighbours next to their house. Still, she kept some modesty – wearing a football jersey, thonged knickers, and leg warmers was as close to nude as she was comfortable to be by her window. And wearing just a thong certainly made it easy to masturbate — which she had been doing on and off for most of the afternoon.
Reading the message on the phone again, she caught her reflection and smiled, rubbing her hand over the front of her panties, feeling her hand over mound. Just a little bit of light edging. That and the weed — it was all part of building herself up.
The football jersey was certainly a new look for her. Like a typical co-ed. The jersey had been gifted to her by Wesley a few days ago, as a gesture of apology after he had ripped her blouse open earlier that evening. It had happened during a rather intense moment of foreplay that had started in the Frampton House kitchen, and ended as a threesome with Andrea in his bedroom. Rather than send her home in just her bra, Wesley had offered her one of his tops. It was a generous act by him which Natalie had accepted with a hint of amusement. Yes, he had ruined her cheap blouse and given her one of his prized jerseys in return — one which carried some personal and bittersweet significance to him, as his football career was retired due to a repeated knee injury. But more importantly, he had made her accept an item of clothing that she was sure would hint at their sexual proximity. To anyone who might recognise the name and number on the back, she might as well be wearing a sign reading ‘Wesley Fucked Me’.
And that had certainly been Lisa’s impression when she had stumbled on a high-as-a-kite Natalie last night. Lisa had remarked on the jersey, no doubt recognising Wesley’s surname – LAMORE – on her top. “I didn’t know you were a fan, Natalie?” She had queried, her eyes drawing lower, also noting Natalie’s choice of skimpy hipsters that only snugly covered her ass. Lisa expression was one of surprise — trying to reconcile the image with the modestly dressed, mousy, plain-looking, seemingly conservative girl she and Jacqui had interviewed and let move in over a month ago.
It was a deer in headlights moment for Natalie – who still felt self-conscious wearing revealing clothing and flaunting her blossoming sexuality. Until recently, she’d never worn a two piece swim suit in public, not even when she’d gone on holiday with her family. She recalled the looks boys gave her during the hot summer months back home, when all one could do as a bored teenager was hit up the lake and cool off and get a little drunk. She never fully partook – but the boys that stared at her lustfully certainly did, as did the girls who were happy to put out, confidently dressed in two piece bikinis that they would quickly shed when night time came. Some of them playfully advised her that she had a ‘rocking body’ and she shouldn’t be afraid to show it off — but she never did. Those boys who looked at her back then would no doubt jizz their trunks now if they’d see Natalie as she looked in her panties and oversized football jersey, oozing sexual appeal.
Half naked and half-baked, Natalie had quickly recovered her exposed position of reaching for a snack in the fridge and tried to act normal in front of Lisa. Thinking on her feet, Natalie said she’d borrowed the football jersey from Andrea, who was shamelessly prone to wearing gifts she had received from the boys at Frampton. She loved to strut around in a similar jersey she had, one with the name HENDERSON on it. It had been a gift from her favourite fuckbuddy/dom Diss Henderson, an alumnus of Frampton House and a star footballer. Lisa had seemingly accepted Natalie’s explanation.
But now Natalie felt a little guilty, thinking of that lie. Why did she have to pin it on Andrea, yet again? It wasn’t fair on her, especially after how welcoming and inclusive she’d been. Not to mention all the fun she’d allowed her to experience and explore. It was like a knee jerk reaction — Natalie had to play the part of the innocent even though she no longer was. She could have owned up to a part of the truth — that she had befriended Wesley and the other Frampton House boys and that’s why she had the jersey. Maybe Lisa wouldn’t suspect more than that?
Sooner or later, she knew she’d have to face up to Lisa and Jacqui and tell them what was really going on with her and the boys up the street. Natalie knew they were worried about her friendship with Andrea. Lisa certainly was, having called Andrea a ‘bad influence’ and a ‘slut’ — but not in the nice kind of way.
There was a time, not long ago, when Natalie had feared that she’d begin to hate herself for having so quickly and easily given into her own lust and slutty desires. But that hate never materialised and now, she felt at peace. In fact, she’d never felt so comfortable in her skin as she did this this day. Wearing Wesley’s garments reminded her that she was his slut. It reminded her that he had claimed her anal virginity. It told her she was happy to serve him sexually. And she’d happily do the same for Jerome, Julius, Keith, DeShawn and Micah — all the boys of Frampton House who had fucked her in the last few weeks.
Sooner or later, she’d have to tell her house mates that the innocent, quiet, nerdy girl was now a dick-loving, cum-hungry, anal-whore. Yes they might blame Andrea for corrupting but ultimately, she had made all her decisions willingly and competently. She’d have to explain all that — sooner or later.
But not tonight.
Tonight was about her. And just up the street, the boys of Frampton House were waiting for her arrival.
She was going to be initiated as a Frampton House Slut.
***
Natalie walked down the stairs towards the front door. Lisa was out with her boyfriend. Jacqui was in the dinning room. She looked up at her from her laptop with some curiousness.
“Going out to hang with some friends. I’ll probably see you tomorrow,” Natalie told her, trying to sound as casual and innocent as possible. She definitely wasn’t going up the street to be gangbanged — though she was dressed like it.
Jacqui stared back at her, her face inscrutable for a moment, with lingering curiosity about Natalie’s vague description. Hidden behind her pretty, friendly expression was a mind working out the true nature of her nocturnal activities. Then she smiled back, nodding back in acknowledgment.
Tactfully, Natalie had already waved and set off before Jacqui could ask any further questions, taking comfort in the quiet outside. Away from prying inquisitions.
It had been well over a month since she’d moved in to the house on 112 Lexington Lane – and she felt right at home. Having gotten to know Lisa and Jacqui, she also liked them both — but they were the ones starting to feel different to her. They weren’t sluts, like Andrea and her. Did they know what she had been getting up up?
Natalie wasn’t sure if Jacqui suspected the true nature of her plans. Maybe she did. Or perhaps it was paranoia — brought on by her inner conflict in needing to hide her new slutty nature.
It was already dark – but only a little chilly for October. The air felt pleasant on the exposed flesh of her thighs as she walked purposefully up the street.
Even with no one watching her, she felt self-conscious. Dressing sexy was new to her. But tonight, she hadn’t dressed sexy. She had dressed slutty.
She wore a maroon long-sleeved sweater tight over her large D-cup bust, with a deep open cut that exposed her buxom cleavage, over a black bra that she had bought at an upscale lingerie store. Her bright, blonde hair she wore long and slightly curled, flowing gracefully around her shoulders. Her legs were adorned with white thigh high socks and raised-heel, Mary Jane-style boots that made her feel tall and elegant. And of course anyone walking behind her would have a perfect view of her ass — sashaying in her tiny daisy dukes that she hadn’t worn since her teenage years. But the denim shorts, high waisted but cut low over her hips, were just perfectly sized for a slut. And that was certainly the look Jacqui gave her when she’d seen her walking out!
Andrea had taught Natalie to own her nature. During their shopping a few days ago, they had bought not only clothes but also visited a sex shop. It had been an exciting few days for Natalie — her almost daily visitations with the boys notwithstanding.
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