VooDoo

[lusciously]

"Saints an spirits curse the boy," the old woman muttered, rummaging around the crowded shelves in the dimly lit shop. "Once I put my hand on that, I'm gonna knock him into next week."

Lucy bit back a giggle. The old woman with her dreadlocks and her thick accent seemed like a character in a movie, but lots of things about Louisiana seemed surreal to her. The intense heat, the public drunkenness, the strippers hanging out in plain view, to lure men into the clubs that crowded Bourbon Street. She had started at Tulane a few weeks ago, but with classes and life on campus, it had taken her until now to find her way down to the Quarter.She had come with a group of her new friends, mostly girls on her hall, and the boys that they had been dating.

She had been seeing Jeff since almost the first day of school, and things were good with them. So far, they had kept it light, making out a little and spending time together, and she was happy. She knew he was getting a little impatient for things to get sexy, but he wasn't pushing her.

She wanted to get a little sexy with him, but she wanted to be sure she could trust him before that happened. She had been thinking she might go a little farther tonight, when they had a few drinks in them, but then he had gotten a text when they were on the street car, heading into the city, and had gotten off without saying anything other than "I have to go back to campus."

So she was feeling a little left out as the group wandered through the streets, and had drifted to the back of the shop when they had come here. The front was well lit and full of t shirts and souveniers, and the others were laughing and joking with a stuffed alligator. She found her way into the shadowy back of the store, where the supposed voodoo stuff was. A lot of it seemed like novelty junk, but there were some things she wasn't so sure of. She picked up an object that looked for all the world like a giant, shriveled up penis, with a thatch of dried moss on one end. It felt leathery and was heavier than it looked, and she held it up, calling to her friends, giggling.

Before they could come back to see it, the old woman snatched it out of her hand, snapping at her in what might have been french, but was definitely incomprehensible. She all but chased Lucy out of the store, into the hot, humid night, and the others followed her, laughing.

"What was that about?" one of the guys asked her.
"No idea," she said. "That place is creepy, anyway."
"Who wants a drink?" One of the others said, pointing to a daquiri shop that was essentially a window facing onto the street, selling what looked like slushies but were dangerously potent cocktails. A thin drizzle started to fall, and Lucy sighed. She wished Jeff was with them, but since he wasn't, she might as well get bombed.

 

[Malvolio]

The group started lining up and Caroline slid next to Lucy. "Hey, roomie. You ok? You've been kinda quiet all night? I know you're upset about Jeff. He's the vice president of his fraternity, so maybe he had to rush back to his house."

Caroline and Lucy had quickly become friends and formed a deep bond. The petite little red head from Boston was both sassy and sweet and very protective of her new friend.

Jeff was a senior and very active with his fraternity. He had met Lucy on the first day in the cafeteria and their relationship was moving quickly, although Jeff was starting to grow impatient with his desire for things to become more physical. He was from Houston and his family was well off. Jeff seemed to have it all - he was smart, handsome, drove a cool car, was popular around campus and women seemed to throw themselves at him. He'd taken a liking to Lucy because she was cute and sweet, but her eyes had an almost hypnotic quality that had drawn him in. Jeff was single and open to a relationship, having grown weary of the casual encounters he'd had with women during his first three years on campus.

The group had gotten their drinks and was now debating what to do next. Matt and Tony, a pair of soccer players who lived down the hall from Lucy and Caroline, were eyeing a crowded noisy bar a block down the street.

"How about that place?" Tony suggested. "It looks like fun and there's a band."

"And dancing!" Lisa cried excitedly. She and Christine had been in the mood to dance all night.

As the group approached, they were disappointed to find a short line to get in. "Looks like we might need to wait for some people to come out. But it looks like a good time in there," Matt commented.

As the group waited, the rain continued to fall on them.

"I set fiiiiiirrrrrreeee... to the raaaaaaaaainnnn," Christine screeched, clearly intoxicated at this point.

Caroline eyed her new friend and whispered to Lucy "I don't think she's going to make it through the night. And Lisa's not far behind."

 

[lusciously]

Lucy smiled at Caroline, shrugging it off. She knew Jeff had his responsibilities, but night had lost much of its excitement and all of its romance. It was fun being out with her friends, and she would try to enjoy it for what it was and not think about what it wasn't. The two of them trailed after the others as they lined up for the crowded bar in the gentle rain.

"I know it's OK," she whispered. "I was just hoping for a different kind of night." She winked, and they grinned at each other. Their whole circle of friends knew that they hadn't gone all the way yet. There was a lot of surprise that she was holding out so long, since Jeff was considered virtually irresistible on campus, and even more surprise that he was putting up with it. They only knew that he was a stud who could have anyone. They never saw the side of him that was glad to have found a girl who respected herself enough to hold him off.

The trouble was that Lucy was tired of holding him off. She wanted him now. The sultry southern heat was nothing compared to the burning ache she was feeling, and there was nothing for her to do but stand around in the thin rain, waiting to get into the club so her drunk friends could dance a while before slipping away to have drunk sex with their drunk dates.

She sighed, and felt her breasts push tight against her top, almost painfully.

"Shit," she said softly. "I think my bra's shrinking from the rain."

Caroline stared at her, shaking her head. "I don't think anything's shrinking."

She passed Lucy her compact mirror, and Lucy stared at herself. It had to be the light, but it looked as if her breasts had actually grown a full cupsize since they'd been out in the rain. She looked down, and saw the same thing. She looked at her face, and she could have sworn her lips were swelling as well. Just a bit, into the kind of full, pouting lips that guys seemed to love.

"Are you guys coming, or what?" Lisa screamed. The bouncer was waving them in, and Lucy hurried to get out of the rain, blushing as she saw the bouncers eyes widen, staring at her chest.

 

[Malvolio]

The bouncer stared at her prominent chest, her nipples poking through her bra and white t-shirt. When he made eye contact, he could have sworn she winked seductively at him for an instant as she brushed past. He sighed to himself and tried to settle his stirring prick.

Once inside the bar, the group quickly found themselves being separated by the crowd. Christine and Lisa vanished almost immediately. Tony started chatting up a cute brunette near the bar, leaving Matt, Caroline and Lucy alone a few feet away.

"Shit," muttered Matt. Lisa was his girlfriend and trouble seemed to always follow when she drank with Christine.

"Don't worry, Matt," Caroline yelled over the blare of the band. "They'll come back. We'll just keep an eye out for them."

As Matt continued looking every which way for his girlfriend with Caroline's dilligent assistance, Lucy was left standing by herself, holding her drink.

"Excuse me!" a burly young man in his early 20s mumbled to Lucy as he bumped against her, spilling part of his beer down the front of her shirt.

"Oh man, I am so sorry," he stammered apologetically, looking around for a napkin or something to wipe her with. "Um, here," he offered her the napkin wrapped around his bottle of Abita Amber.

Lucy recognized him immediately. He was Mark Hogsgood, the star running back on the football team.

"Er, sorry about your shirt, miss... ah?" Mark paused and offered a handshake. "I'm Mark. Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you? Oh wait, you, um, already have one." Mark seemed to lose focus as he stared at her abundant breasts. "Wow," he muttered unconsciously to himself.

 

[lusciously]

"Goddammit!" Lucy snapped when someone plowed into her, nearly knocking her over and spilling beer down her front in the bargain. The night, that should have been so fun, had been going down hill since Jeff had been called back to campus. Then her friends were getting out-of-control smashed, the weirdo woman at the voodoo shop, and waiting in line in the rain to come in here. Besides all of that, her breasts seemed to have swollen badly for some reason, and now this jerk had spilled beer all over her.

She turned to snap at him, but froze. The truth was that what she recognized first was the hungry look in his eye as he stared at her chest. It was an afterthought that she had seen his face before.

"Excuse me! Oh man, I am so sorry. Um, here," he stammered and handed her a napkin. It was cold from being wrapped around the bottle, and already half soaked from condensation, and when she tried to sop up the beer with it, the only real effect was on her nipples. Which was immediately apparent, now that her shirt was more or less transparent, and her breasts were straining the lacy cups of her bra. Her cheeks reddened with embarrassment.

"Er, sorry about your shirt, miss... ah?" She scowled at him for a moment, and then relented. He was so genuinely apologetic, it must have been an accident.

"Lucy," she said, smiling at him. She remembered where she had seen his face before. He had been interviewed by the local news about an upcoming game. She wasn't much of a sports fan, but she could tell he was a pretty big deal by the way the guys rehashed everything he said, as if it was anything other than the usual "We're going to do our best," and "I'm just one guy on a team." There was also no denying that he was cute.

"I'm Mark. Can I buy you a drink to make it up to you? Oh wait, you, um, already have one. Wow," he said, his eyes giving up the struggle to stay focused on hers. Her cheeks burned a little hotter, the flush spreading. She knew she shouldn't be flattered by the attention, but she couldn't help it. She reminded herself that she had put in a lot of time with Jeff, and that it was him that she wanted to make love to, but she couldn't help wondering if Mark was big everywhere.

"Maybe you should buy me a t-shirt instead of a drink," she giggled. There were at least a half dozen shops on the street, and suddenly ditching her friends with this guy seemed like a good idea. The best she could hope for if she stayed was not to get puked on when Lisa or Christine finally tipped over the edge.

 

[Malvolio]

"Maybe you should buy me a t-shirt instead of a drink," she giggled, tossing her hair flirtaciously. She glanced toward the door and Mark picked up on the suggestion.

"Um, yeah, let me buy you a new shirt. You can't be expected to have fun in a wet t-shirt. Let's get you out of that shirt." He reached out for her hand and the crowd seemed to part for the star athlete.

"Hey, Mark! Great game last week! Good luck this week!"

A few well-wishers patted him on the back as they made their way outside. Once on the street, the distinct odor of the French Quarter filled their noses and Mark smiled at his new companion. She was very cute, but those luscious lips and beautiful breasts called to him. He stared again for a moment at her nipples protruding through her shirt. "Yeah, we gotta get you out of that shirt."

Across the street was a t-shirt shop. They made their way inside and he began pulling shirts off the rack. "Well, how about this one?" he offered up a simple one that said "Tulane" in bold print. He glanced toward a small dressing room off to the side that seemed to be empty. A smile crept across his face and his cock began to swell at the thought.

"Why don't you try it on? You know, to see if it fits. And maybe try these on too." He grabbed a pair of smaller t-shirts off the rack as well, each with a racy suggestive slogan.

 

[lusciously]

Lucy stepped out of the dressing room a few minutes later and handed him the Tulane shirt. The shirt she was wearing was a light pink, and the letters "EZ," were written in huge black letters across her chest. The shirt clung to them as they shook with every move she made, but it left her flat, tanned belly bare down to her tight little shorts.

"What do you think?" she said, pushing her chest out, proudly. Dimly, she was aware that this was not the way she was. She didn't wear slutty t shirts with tacky messages on them, but she was grinning proudly at the football player, bouncing just a little on her feet, shamelessly drawing his eyes to her jiggling breasts.

She thought about Jeff for a moment and felt a pang of guilt, but it didn't last. Jeff wasn't here, and that was his own fault. She couldn't be expected to wait around every time his fraternity had some kind of crises. She bit her lip, knowing it wasn't really fair. He had waited for her for weeks. Then she saw Mark's eyes as he looked at her, and she realized nothing else mattered but right now.

"So where shall we go now?" she said, slipping her arm through Mark's. "You must know some cool places...."

 

[Malvolio]

As Lucy stepped out of the changing room, Mark eyed her breasts hungrily. She was a hot little number and was clearly ready to have some fun.

"What do you think?"

"Perfect," he laughed. "It looks great on you." As she grinned at him, he knew she was into him and ready to party. It was the French Quarter, after all, and anything could happen.

As he offered his large arm to her, she eagerly accepted it and asked "So where shall we go now? You must know some cool places...."

Leading her out of the t-shirt shop after passing a few bills to the cashier, he gave a heartly laugh. "How about some shots at one of the bars on the side streets? I know a great little place..."

He led her two blocks down Bourbon and then turned onto a side street. There was a little hole in the wall bar where one of his former teammates bartended. They stepped up to the moderately crowded bar and alcohol began to flow like water. Before they had downed their second round of shots, three more were quickly lining up. Mark waved the bartender off, not wanting to get his petite companion obliterated.

"Hey, I never got your name?" he laughed, after downing the third shot. "And have you ever been out on one of the balconies on Bourbon?"

Mark knew just the place he wanted to take her.

 

[lusciously]

"Lucy," she said, her lips close enough to his ear that he would feel her hot breath. "I've never been to the balconies."

She had a pretty good idea of why he wanted to take her to the balconies. She also knew that he had poured a couple of strong cocktails into her pretty quickly, and that she was a little unsteady on her feet. He was introducing her around and showing her off to his friends, and they were all staring at her almost as if she were a thing. She knew that it was disrespectful, she thought about Jeff again. He always told her how pretty she was, and how cool she was, and how smart, but he never stared at her with the hunger that Mark's friends did.

They were just looking, she reminded herself as she felt another pang of guilt. It's not like she was doing anything she shouldn't do. She looked at the shots lining up on the bar and the guys gathered around, and she bit her lip. She'd be in worse shape than Lisa if she drank all that. She looked up at Mark, giving a slight shake of her head.

 

[Malvolio]

As Lucy shook her head, one of Mark's friends that had been hanging out in the bar laughed and teased her. "What's the matter, baby? You afraid of a drink or two? Ha ha ha!"

Mark nudged him slightly, moving him out of the way. "Tell you what, Lucy. Let's each do a shot and we'll go up to the balconies." As he leaned over the bar, his chest pressed against her breasts and his pelvis brushed against her hips. His cock pulsed and swelled within his pants as he rubbed against her.

Two of Mark's friends were already making their way to the back of the bar to the stairs that went upstairs. The tiny bar was connected to a larger bar and club that faced Bourbon.

Mark snatched up one of the shots and quickly downed it. "C'mon, Lucy, live a little. I thought you wanted to have some fun!" He extended his hand to her, eager to take her upstairs.

 

[lusciously]

She took a deep breath and smiled at him. One more shot couldn't hurt, she thought. She was here to have fun, after all, and Mark was being a gentleman. She picked up the glass and threw it back, her body shuddering as the alcohol burned on its way down. She put a hand out and steadied herself on someone's shoulder, and then followed Mark to the stairs.

The world was rocking a little, but she held the banister and let the guys sweep her up the stairs. They came out onto the balcony and bright lights of the street. She leaned against the railing, squeezing between Mark and one of the other guys, and looked down on the crowd. The light rain seemed to bring more people out, to get a little cool water on them in the hot night, and the whole street was one big party, as far as she could see.

Faces were turned up to her, cheering and chanting, fists raised in drunken excitement, and she waved, laughing and bouncing on her feet. Her swollen breasts bounced under her flimsy t shirt, and the crowd roared. Laughing, she turned to Mark.

"This is awesome!"

 

[Malvolio]

Mark's friends were laughing, yelling and pointing at the crowd. "Show your tits! Show your tits!" they yelled at a pair of young women in the street. When one of them flashed her boobs, they each tossed a string of beads down to her.

The night was alive with sights, sounds and smells. The light rain continued to mist over the crowd, cooling the warm autumn evening. Mark brushed against Lucy from behind, his cock poking slightly between her ass cheeks.

"Hey, Lucy, see if you can coax her friend to flash us!" he teased her.

When the friend seemed to a little shy at first, Mark joined his friends in chanting "Show your tits!" at the young woman. Finally giving into the pressure, the girl pulled her shirt up, waved her boobs around and screamed "Woo-hoo!!!!!"

"That's all you got? LAAAAAAME!" one of the football players hollered.

"Oh yeah?" the girl screamed back. "What about her?" She pointed at Lucy.

The crowd roared in approval. "SHOW YOUR TITS! SHOW YOUR TITS!" Mark's pals laughed hysterically and joined in, pointing at Lucy.

"You gotta top her, Lucy," Mark laughed. "Or this crowd will never let you hear the end of it."

"Well?!?!" yelled the girl on the street. "C'mon 'EZ'! You cocktease!"

 

[lusciously]

The scene was getting wilder, and Lucy was screaming and cheering along with everyone else as the girls on the street flashed. She looked down at them, baring their breasts in the middle of the sea of people. Both of them were about her size, except that her breasts seemed bigger tonight than they had been before. As if the thought called to her, the girl on the street pointed up at Lucy, and suddenly the mob was looking at her, chanting "Show us your tits!"

It was exciting. She knew it shouldn't be, but it was. She felt Mark pressing up behind her, feeling his excitement, pushing against her ass through her tight little shorts, and she grinned. She cupped her breasts, bouncing them a little, teasing the crowd and getting a roar of encouragement. A few strands of beads flew through the air, and she hadn't even lifted her shirt. She leaned over the railing, bending way over, her ass lifting up for Mark to grind against, and she shook her chest for the crowd.

The girl on the street looked pissed that Lucy was getting a better reaction without pulling her shirt up than she had got by flashing, and Lucy winked at her before she slowly raised her shirt. She lifted it up, and then paused before she bared her nipples. Her breasts were bigger, definitely. She would have guessed at least two cup-sizes since she left her dorm that evening, but that wasn't possible.

A nudge reminded her that she wasn't done yet, and she pulled the top up over her breasts, proudly displaying them for all to see. She leaned out, arms stretched open to catch the tribute that came flying to her from the crowd, laughing and flushed with excitement.

 

[Malvolio]

The crowd roared with excitement and approval as Lucy flashed her breasts. Mark's friends laughed and each tossed a pair of beads over to Lucy.

Mark meanwhile was growing more and more aroused by this girl. His hands reached around and cupped Lucy's large, firm breasts and lightly pinched her nipples. His hips pressed against her ass. When she leaned forward, he envisioned himself fucking this girl doggie style over the balcony.

The girl on the street looked mildly annoyed, having been one upped by this person on the balcony with the big boobs. "Oh yeah?" she yelled. "Kiss my ass, slut." She turned and dropped her shorts, exposing her bare ass and gave it a loud SLAP. The crowd howled with laughter and approval.

"SLAM!" yelled one of Mark's pals. "Oooo, she lost, but she told you, Lucy!"

 

[lusciously]

Lucy laughed at the girl flashing her ass, and stood up straight, holding her arms over her head, luxuriating in Mark's caresses as he squeezed her breasts and fondled her for everyone to see. Seeing the girl looking up at her still, Lucy grinned and called down. "Poor thing, you even have to spank your own ass."

She turned and pressed her bare breasts against Mark's chest, slipping her arms around his neck and grinning at him. As she turned, she shot the guys on either side of her a glance, hoping they'd catch her intent and show the girl on the street up again.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark's pals didn't miss a beat. As soon as Lucy presented her ass toward the crowd, they grabbed either side of her shorts, peeled them down enough to expose her bare ass and each gave his corresponding cheek a quick set of firm, rapid slaps. The crowd brayed its approval.

Mark gave Lucy a knowing look and suddenly kissed her firmly on the mouth, his tongue exploring her lush lips and then probing inside. One hand gave one of her breasts another firm squeeze.

"Beer run!" one of the linemen yelled. "C'mon, Mark, your turn to buy. You can bring the chick along, you know."

Mark laughed and followed his friends, leading Lucy along as well. Once they were back downstairs, they found the crowd from the street was now starting to fill the bar. "I'll get us a pitcher," Mark announced over the noise. "Just hang around here or something." Giving Lucy a quick grin and a quick slap on the ass, he began to wade through the mob to the front of the bar.

Once Mark was gone, one of his friends turned to Lucy and held up a large bead necklace. "Hey, EZ Lucy. Wanna earn these?" He laughed, not quite taking himself seriously.

"If you make out with him and me both, right here, right now, I'll throw in ALL of my beads too, including these blinky heart things," the other football player chimed in, upping the offer.

 

[lusciously]

Lucy wiggled her ass side to side as the two football players spanked her. The roar from the street was almost deafening, and somewhere in the back of her mind, Lucy began to wonder how far was too far. When would the drunken mob be pushed a little too far, and what would happen? Before she could dwell on that question, Mark was kissing her.

For a moment, she was frozen, and then her tongue started to dance with hers and his hand covered her breast, making her shiver with lust. She pulled away, gasping for breath when his friends called for beer, and before she knew it, she was being half dragged back into the bar, pulling her shorts up as they went.

Mark waded through the crowd towards the bar and Lucy tugged her shirt back down over her breasts and tried to calm down. Things were definitely getting out of hand, she thought. She knew she could explain flashing her tits on the balcony to Jeff easily enough. It was the kind of thing he would laugh about. For all she knew, it was what he had been planning for tonight before he got called back to campus. Baring her ass to a hundred horny guys and getting spanked, while kissing a guy she had just barely met, though, he might not understand.

Then the two guys who had been spanking her turned to her, grinning, their eyes drunk and horny as they looked at her. She nodded when the first offered her the beads, because she knew that they were just cheap plastic toys. None of the strings he was waving at her was worth more than 25 cents, she knew, but they sparkled so pretty in the neon light that she couldn't help wanting them.

She shook her head when she heard the other offer, knowing that it wasn't cool, but they laughed and she felt herself giving in. It wasn't really cheating, she told herself, it was just making out in a bar. She slipped her arm around one's neck and kissed him, slipping her tongue in his mouth and letting it dance. Then she turned her head, her other arm slipping around the other's neck as she turned to kiss him.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark was making his way back when he spotted Lucy embracing and swapping spit with his friends. "Fuckin' backstabbers!" he announced loudly as he walked up.

"Hey, you brought the beer!" The football player named Gary suddenly shifted his attention from Lucy and grabbed the two pitchers from Mark's hands.

"And I'm be taking THIS back!" Mark growled, pulling Lucy away from the other player. He was pissed now. Lucy was with him and these two assholes were taking advantage of a slightly drunk and horny girl! (Mark was a bit dense to grasp the irony.) "Some friends you guys turned out to be!" he snorted, leading Lucy away from the group.

Mark led Lucy into the hallway for the restrooms. As soon as they were alone, he drew her close, mumbled "Where were we, eh?", and began kissing her. As they made out, his large hands groped over her breasts and ass, pinching and squeezing her flesh like dough. Mark didn't mean to be overly rough, but he didn't care. Lucy was hot, he was horny and eager to have her. His cock swelled and pressed against her sex through their clothing.

 

[lusciously]

When Mark came back, the two guys she had been making out with let her go. She didn't notice that their interest in making out had been quickly replaced by their interest in beer, but she still had her eyes on the prize. As Mark grabbed her and started pulling her away, she broke his grip and turned back to the other two, pulling the promised strands of beads from around their necks with a triumphant grin, and draping them around her own neck as Mark practically dragged her into the men's room.

It stank of spilled beer and stale piss, and Lucy slipped on the wet floor. She would have fallen, except Mark had grabbed her with both hands, pulling her against him as he groped her eagerly, squeezing her flesh with strong, rough hands and making her moan in excitement. She felt his hard cock pressing against her and she ground against it, her pussy burning with excitement.

She reached down between them and squeezed it, purring when she felt the thick pole, hot to the tough even through his shorts. She felt a wet surge as her pussy squeezed on itself, and she grinned as she looked up at Mark. For a moment, she could imagine him lifting her onto the sink and pulling her shorts down, pumping her full of that cock. Then there was a knock on the door, and she remembered Jeff. Her face fell, her mouth hanging open and her eyes wide.

"I have a boyfriend," she said, trying to pull herself away from his eager grip. "I can't...."

The look on his face would have terrified her if she had been a little more sober, but she was so twisted up by her own frustration that she didn't even notice his. She looked at him, the swollen cock tenting his shorts, and she wanted to scream with wanting it, but she wouldn't ... she couldn't do that to Jeff. No matter how badly she wanted to touch it, to feel it, to taste it.

She reached out again, squeezing it and stroking it. She looked up at Mark, grinning shyly. "Does a blowjob count as cheating?"

 

[Malvolio]

Mark grabbed Lucy's ass and picked her up, using her back to slam open the men's room door as he carried her inside. Two seconds later, she was pinned against the wall, his mouth hungrily kissing and licking at her neck as one hand firmly held her ass and the other reached under her shirt to continue kneeding at her swollen breasts.

She squeeled with excitement and he grunted and groaned in pleasure. "I wanna bend you over that sink and fuck you right here, right now!" he moaned into her ear.

Her hands were now grabbing, squeezing and pulling at his eager dick. He was about to pull his pants down when there was a knock at the door. From the outside came a raised voice. "Dude, who locked the door, man? I gotta go!"

Lucy stopped, the look of wanton desire draining from her face. "I have a boyfriend. I can't...."

Son of a bitch, he thought to himself. I'm gonna kill whoever's outside!

His steroid-and-alcohol-fueled brain was on fire now. Who the fuck did this slut think she was, turning him down? He'd bought her a fucking t-shirt and drinks! He was the goddamned captain of the football team!

Suddenly, a smile crept over her face as she reached out to stroke and squeeze his cotton-bound cock once again.

"Does a blowjob count as cheating?"

A look of surprise on his face suddenly turned to knowing excitement. "Mmm, no, no, of course not. It's not even real sex."

He lowered her ass and allowed her feet to settle on the floor again. His lips formed a tight, smug smile as he stepped back and leaned against the sink.

"You've got a nice pair of lips, baby. So full and lush. I can't wait to see them wrapped around my meat. And you better take off that t-shirt too. You wouldn't want to get it dirty and... you know, embarrass you later."

Mark chuckled loudly, then stared deeply into Lucy's eyes with a burning intense desire. He wanted her mouth, right here, right now and was going to have it.

"Dude, c'mon!" came the voice from outside.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP, SHITHEAD!" he yelled.

Looking back at Lucy, his intensity returning, the neanderthalic running back smirked again. "Now... c'mon and suck me, Lucy."

 

[lusciously]

Giggling, Lucy pulled her top off, letting her big breasts bounce out, covered partly by a veil of beads. She grinned at the appreciative, wide-eyed stare he gave her, and looked down, noticing again that her breasts seemed bigger than ever. She hung the top over the doorknob, and her fingers shot eagerly to Mark's belt, pulling it open and reaching into his jeans for the long, hard shaft of his cock. It was so thick she was barely able to get her fingers all the way around it, and she purred appreciatively, grinning at him as she pulled it out.

One look at the scummy floor told her kneeling was out of the question, but she squatted down, sitting on her heels, and began to lick the tip of his cock. It tasted like heaven, a thoroughly masculine shaft of heaven, and she let out a soft moan. She vaguely remembered thinking blowjobs were kind of gross and wishing guys would clean themselves before they expected her to go down, but it seemed like another girl who had thought that way. Now, she wanted nothing other than funky, sweaty cock to suck on. Her hand glided gently up and down the shaft. She had just slid her lips around the head when the door banged as someone outside pounded it.

Her eyes widened, and she tried to imagine what it would look like. She, wearing nothing but her skimpy shorts and some beads, slurping on this thick, hard cock like a cheap hooker. It didn't open, though, and she shivered with relief, looking up at Mark. He was drunk, horny and belligerent, ready to start kicking ass, and if she didn't want him to start a fight, she needed to get his focus back between his legs.

She cupped his balls, fingertips teasing underneath, and pushed down until the head of his cock was choking her. She had never deep-throated before, and she hoped she didn't end up gagging herself, but after the first, panicky moment when her body protested, it was much less difficult than she had expected. She pressed her lips down to the root and purred again, looking up at him. Then she began to stroke him with her mouth and throat, fast and deep.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark watched approvingly as Lucy peeled off her shirt, again revealing her large breasts. It was probably the alcohol and his horniness, but he couldn't help but to stare at her big tits, his mouth agape, a dim-witted expression on his face. When she grabbed at his belt and began undoing his pants, he leaned his hips forward and nodded appreciatively.

"Yeah, there you go. So eager to get at my cock, aren't you?"

Her tongue felt like heaven as it licked his manhood for the first time. Her soft moan sent a cool shiver up his spine. Lucy's hands were warm, her touch firm but gentle as she began stroking him and then took his head into her mouth. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, savoring the feeling. His 'roid rage faded, his shoulders relaxed and he placed one hand on one of her shoulders while cupping the other around the back of her head and neck, not guiding or controlling her, just feeling her as she began to bob...

Just then, another pounding came at the door. He tensed up, about to explode in rage when Lucy's hand cupped his balls and drew his attention back to the task "at hand".

"Ohhhh, fuck, yeah," he moaned loudly. "That's it, baby. Suck it. Take it all in. Show me how you like that meat."

Mark was impressed with how well she was deepthroating him. At 8.5 inches, he was large and knew it. Few women had ever been able to take his entire cock in, let alone without gagging or several tries. Lucy was deepthroating like a professional!

"Oooo, baby, you've got some skills! Look at you suck! Mmm, yeah, you like that cock, doncha, baby?"

She purred against his dick and their eyes met. The smoldering, insatiable look answered his question and turned him on even more. He wanted more! Now!

As she began to vigorous suck and stroke him, he groaned loudly. "That's it, you hot little slut! Suck my fuckin' dick! Suck it, slut! Fuck yeah, baby! Show me what you've got. Oh fuck yeah, I'm gonna fill that hot fucking mouth full of my cum."

Mark was leaning back now, putting all his weight against the counter, his hands holding onto it for the ride. She was moving and sucking so eagerly that it was easier to just let go of her and enjoy it. He was panting now, feeling his cock tense, his adrenaline rushing. He was going to cum!

"AAAAHHHHHH FFFUUUUUUUCCCCCKKKK!" he groaned loudly, his cock exploding into her mouth, his warm seed gushing forth.

 

[lusciously]

Lucy moaned eagerly, her head bobbing up and down on his cock, faster and faster as he talked. Somewhere in the back of her mind she remembered a girl who would have hated being called a slut, being talked to like a whore. It seemed like she had been that girl an hour or two ago, but that girl probably didn't suck off guys she had just met in the bathrooms of bars. That girl was nothing but a distant memory, she thought.

When Mark's cock swelled in her mouth, she knew he was close, and he told her. She didn't miss a beat, but kept her mouth moving up and down the shaft until the first hot spurt of cum squirted over her tongue. She used her hands to milk him, then, holding the head of his cock in her lips and gulping down his hot load as though it was the gods own nectar. She moaned softly as it subsided to a slow trickle, and looked up at him happily, grinning as his cock slid free of her lips. The stunned and sated look on his face was enough to make her giggle, and she licked the beads of cum that still welled up at the tip of his cock.

Then the door thundered again, and whoever was outside was roaring in a drunken fury. She grabbed her t shirt and pulled it on, feeling the intense swelling of her breasts again and giving them a squeeze. They were definitely bigger. It was strange, but not something she would complain about. She kissed the guy on the cheek, helping him tuck his cock back into his shorts, and then she flipped the latch just as the guy pounded the door again.

It banged open, and the guy waiting was red-faced and practically squirming. He saw her step out of the men's room and his jaw dropped. She just winked and walked past him. She looked back over her shoulder and he was still gaping at her, and she decided it would be good to head out before he came out of the bathroom.

The rain had stopped, and she felt a gentle weight of weariness slipping over her. She got to the street car and rode back up to the University, wondering what had become of her friends, and if they had ended up having fun. She licked her lips, still tasting the cum, and grinning.

She nodded off and woke up when the street car reached her stop. It was a short walk back to her dorm, and she barely managed to brush her teeth before she collapsed into bed and slept hard.

The next morning she woke up with a pounding headache and dragged herself to the shower. She leaned against the side of the stall for a good twenty minutes before she began to actually lather up and wash, and her breasts were their normal size. She only vaguely remembered what had happened to her the night before, and it made no sense. She was not the type to flash Bourbon Street, and definitely not to hook up with a stranger like that.

By the time she got out of the shower, she had decided the whole thing was a strange dream. She went back to her room and dried her hair and started to get dressed, and then she saw the little pink t shirt and the huge pile of beads. She frowned and pulled one of the suitcases out from under her bed, to hide them. It had been a dream, she told herself, but she went to the mirror anyway. She looked like herself, not the busty, thick-lipped slut she had dreamed about.

She shook her head. There was an explanation, she knew. There was just something that she didn't remember yet. She got dressed, more conservatively, in a tank top and a long, loose skirt, and headed to catch the last few minutes of brunch at the dining hall. She texted Jeff on teh way over, hoping he'd have some time today, but not counting on it. It was Saturday, and his frat would be having another one of its pledge parties.

 

[Malvolio]

Mark had just finished and was savoring Lucy's pleased, grinning little face looking up at him as his cock slid away from her lips. She'd sucked him off like a professional and he would definitely remember her. Mark was trying to think up a reason to get her back to his apartment so he could fuck her when she grabbed her shirt, kissed his cheek, helped tuck his shrinking manhood back in, and then flipped open the door and happily skipped out.

"Hey, where are you going? Lucy?"

She was gone in a heartbeat. The three assholes waiting outside had stampeded past him, delaying his pursuit. By the time he made it back into the bar and then out the front door, there was no sign of her.

One of Mark's now very intoxicated teammates stumbled up to him.

"Dude, what did you do to her? She like, walked past us and I was like, hey, you want a beer, and she like, you know, didn't like, um, even look at us. And so I was all like, whoa girl, we bought you beers, don't diss us and then she like left."

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Jeff glanced down at his phone and smiled. He'd felt bad about being called away from his night out with Lucy and quickly texted her to see if she wanted to meet him for lunch at a new little bistro off campus later on. Last night had been a train wreck. There had been a break in at his fraternity's storage shed behind their house. Some tools and a bicycle had been stolen and he'd spent two hours talking with cops and his brothers going over the shed's contents. This sort of thing happened from time to time and all they could do was to get a new lock. Now he had kitchen duty at the house until the late morning. He hoped Lucy wasn't mad and had a good time last night.

There was a pledge party that night and he'd be tied up with various responsibilities. He hoped he could convince her to come by and have a few drinks with him. They'd been dating a little while now and he was starting to wonder if he'd ever get into her pants.

Glancing at his iPhone again, he pulled up the weather forecast. "Man, all it ever does is rain around here," he grumbled to himself. "Rain this afternoon, more rain this evening."

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In the cafeteria, Lisa and Christine were nursing massive hang-overs. Caroline's head felt a little fuzzy, but she was otherwise fine.

"Why does it have to HURT SO MUCH?" groaned Lisa, gently rubbling her temples.

"Don't say I didn't tell you," Caroline said unsympathetically, "but who was the one at three am that said 'HYDRATE?' Muh! And who didn't listen?" She stabbed a pair of fingers toward her two friends.

"Oh, hey, stranger!" Christine called out to Lucy as she spotted her enter the cafeteria. "C'mon and join us. Where'd you off and disappear to last night?"

Caroline's attention shifted to her food, not making eye contact with Lucy. She was upset with her friend and roommate. They'd made a pact to never abandon one another, especially at a bar or party, without telling the other where they were going first. She'd been relieved to discover Lucy sound asleep when she'd come back to their room late last night. Caroline had showered and gotten dressed this morning with narry a peep or stirring from Lucy.

"So, um, Lucy... how was your night?" Caroline asked, trying not to take on the judgmental tone her friends sometimes said she adopted.

"Dude, that's her! The E-Z chick from last night."

Two football players were seated two tables over and were now openly staring and pointing at Lucy.

"Hey Lucy, why'd you go and disappear on us? If I'd know you were gonna blow Mark just for buying you a beer, I'd have bought you as many hurricanes as you wanted."

The two young men snickered to themselves and turned away, their attention waning.

 

[lusciously]

Jeff texted just as she was sitting down with her friends, and Lucy sighed, pushing her tray back, her meal untouched.

"So, um, Lucy... how was your night?" Caroline asked.

Lucy shook her head, rolling her eyes. "I swear, the world was against me last night. Some asshole spilled beer all over me, so I went to get a clean shirt at one of the tourist shops. Then with the rain, I didn't want to wait in line all over again to get back into the club, so I just came home."

She leaned across the table and squeezed her roommate's hand. "I'm sorry. I know we're supposed to stick together, but Jeff ditched me and I knew you were with Matt and Tony and there aren't any two guys in all New Orleans you can trust more than those two. Did you guys have fun?"

"Oh my God!" Christine interrupted. "You should have been there!"

"Yeah!" Lisa groaned. "You could have told us what happened."

"Dude, that's her! The E-Z chick from last night." Two football players were seated two tables over and were now openly staring and pointing at Lucy. "Hey Lucy, why'd you go and disappear on us? If I'd know you were gonna blow Mark just for buying you a beer, I'd have bought you as many hurricanes as you wanted."

Christine and Lisa were too hung-over to notice, but Caroline gave Lucy a questioning look. Lucy blushed.

"Assholes," she said. "I've never seen them before in my life."

"They knew your name," Caroline said, curiously, not able to believe that her sweet little roommate would have anything to do with meat-heads like that.

"I bet they know me cause of Jeff." Lucy said. "They're probably Omegas, trying to start some shit."

Caroline nodded, and Lucy sat back, frowning. She remembered the dream she had last night, of blowing some guy in the bathroom at a bar, and looked down. Her breasts were the same size they had been for over a year, a nice C cup. She shook her head and smiled and showed Caroline the text Jeff had sent. "If you guys want any of this, I should go change."

The sky was dark, again, as she hurried back to her dorm. The place Jeff had invited her was definitely top shelf, and she put on a soft pink sundress that was just formal enough, and a pair of high heeled sandals that would show off her legs and remind him what was between them. A clap of thunder made her grab an umbrella, and the first fat drops of rain started to fall as she hurried to the street car stop.