College

by Brianna Blake

  Oliver soon appeared from the hall, followed by Julian.

  “Come here, bro,” Oliver said. Dylan got up and walked over to them. Once again, Julian got all awkward. He tried to get out of the way, but ended up bumping into Dylan, apologized, cursed under his breath, apologized again, and ran to his room.

  “I don’t know why he’s acting like this,” Oliver said, frowning.

  “He’s hot, why didn’t you tell me you’re living only with hot people? First Natasha, now this guy.” Dylan said, still staring at Julian from behind. Oliver rolled his eyes.

  “Come on.”

  They continued down the hall and opened the door to the bedroom. Dylan raised his eyebrows at what he saw but said nothing. He was almost used to it. He’d known Oliver and Lucy since they’d started dating when they were both in school. In the first month, Lucy had told Oliver that she liked the idea of being a submissive, even though, in her family, her father was the submissive and her mother a massive domme. Oliver loved the idea because he was already incredibly dominant. Even with parents, teachers, and siblings.

  Lucy was in the corner, her hands on her head, her panties on her knees, and her ass red. She didn’t turn to face him, but Dylan greeted her:

  “How’s it going, Lucy?” he said as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

  “Hi, Dylan,” she said, turning around to face him.

  “Did I tell you to talk to him or get out of position?” Oliver scolded.

  “Sorry, sir.” Lucy whimpered and faced the wall.

  Dylan felt his heart rushing, once again thinking that was the reason he didn’t want to live with them. He felt bad seeing this kind of situation. Also, he felt even worse when he remembered that he would have to find a relationship by the last year of college. He tried to ignore it.

  “Good girl,” Oliver said, staring at her. He sat on the bed next to his friend. “What do you want? Don’t tell me that’s about that thing again.”

  “Come on, man. You have to go. It’s the first party of the term. Everyone will be there. It’ll be our first true BDSM party. It’s in a real nightclub!”

  “I don’t need this to fit in.”

  “Please, bro. I really want to go! You know... the Junction Year’s coming, and you already have Lucy, I don’t have anyone. You won’t let me go by myself, will you? Please... anything can happen to me there!”

  “Where did you hear about this party anyway? I didn’t hear anyone saying anything, not even at work. And you know that those boys like to party.”

  “Well, I saw a pamphlet in town...”

  “I don’t think that many people will go,” Oliver said, raising an eyebrow.

  “Yeah, maybe not, but it doesn’t matter. What matters is that I need to meet people and you have to help me, bro, please. I need you there with me.”

  “You don’t need me that much! That’s all cheap blackmail because you know I’m giving in.”

  “Are you?!”

  “Hm... no,” Oliver said and smiled. Dylan rolled his eyes. “Lucy, come here,” Oliver called. The girl got out of the corner, pouting, and he opened his arms. She went to him, sitting on his lap, nestling her head in his chest, and he hugged her and kissed her head. He continued the conversation then: “Why don’t you call Julian and Natasha, or your roommates?”

  “Okay. We all should go. I have to make friends! And find a partner!" Dylan said. Oliver smiled while he still hugged Lucy. “I won’t invite my roommates. They’re a bunch of weirdos and they don’t talk to me! They are The Elite.”

  “The Elite!” Oliver exclaimed, amused, and added, “you have us already, you need no more friends,” he commented, but Dylan was already getting upset. The line is tenuous between joking around and being annoyed. “It’s a joke, Dy.”

  “Man, help me. Come with me, I don’t want to go by myself, please. You’re always doing everything for everyone, but you won’t help your best friend?”

  “Okay,” Oliver said, sighing. Dylan’s eyes widened.

  “Seriously?!”

  “Yeah. Okay, we’re going,” Oliver said and smiled. Dylan jumped into his arms, hugging him, but the three of them lost balance and fell on the bed, Lucy laughing. “No need to overreact!”

  “See you later, then! Damn, we’re really going!” Dylan exclaimed, jumping up, celebrating.

  He left the room and Oliver shook his head.

  “Stay here,” he told Lucy. Oliver got up and took a massage oil from their bedside table. She lay on her tummy and he lifted her blouse. He began to massage her butt and her back, carefully, as aftercare.

  After the massage ended, they lay together, spooning. The heat between them made Oliver horny, but Lucy was always exhausted after this kind of scene, so the two just stayed there, enjoying the moment.

  “I love you,” Oliver said, softly. The girl smiled.

  “I love you too,” she said, rotating her body to turn to his chest. She rested her forehead against Oliver’s chin, and, before long, they were asleep.

  Chapter 3. Oliver and Lucy

  “Look what I have here for you, princess,” Oliver said, handing Lucy a bag of jellybeans. She was tucked in bed among blankets, six cushions, and two teddy bears. She smiled, excitedly, accepting the jellybeans. The TV was on and they were watching a movie about wizards for the tenth time. Oliver didn’t mind watching the same movie over and over. Oliver wanted to please Lucy after the punishment.

  “What day is this party we’re going with Dylan?” she asked, cheerfully. Oliver sighed.

  “Next week. And I’ll keep you on a short leash. I don’t want anyone to think you’re available,” Oliver said and touched Lucy’s collar on her neck. She wore a permanent collar, almost like a wedding ring, that meant she was Oliver’s. Her collar was made of leather and it was small, discreet, but still showed her submissive status. It had a metal ring in front of it, where Oliver could attach a leash.

  “Hmm, so possessive,” Lucy teased him.

  “You know I am. You’re mine.”

  “I don’t want to be anyone else’s.”

  “Promise...?” Oliver asked. He never used to show insecurity. But he always liked to make sure Lucy was with him because she loved him. A relationship like those demanded consent above all else. When the consent was over, the relationship ended.

  “Of course, silly!” the girl said, opening a big smile. He was burning with desire to have her right there, but he controlled himself, pushing away the thoughts. He was very good at controlling himself and he wanted Lucy to do whatever she wished. She had chosen the movie and candy, so that was what he would give her.

  But Lucy was interested in other things too. She was wearing only thin silk lingerie, lilac, one of her favorites. She sat on Oliver’s lap, facing him. Oliver was leaning against the wall.

  “What is it?” he asked. She looked at him with desire and bit her lower lip. Oliver didn’t move. He wanted Lucy to say what she wanted. But he knew she was no good at it. He always had to take the lead. He let her suffer, being unable to ask for what she really wanted. Unable to top. “What do you want?”

  “You know what I want!” Lucy exclaimed.

  “So, tell me.”

  “I don’t want to say. I’m embarrassed,” she said in a childlike voice, but she smiled, her eyes lighting up, and she hid her face in Oliver’s chest.

  “You have to communicate with me. Is it another spanking you want?” he asked, and she pulled away from him, shaking her head. He chuckled. She then decided to show it. She began to bend down, kissing his abdomen, until she reached his pants. She put his hand on his belt, but she stared at him as if waiting for permission.

  He decided to perform his role.

  He grabbed her hands and put them behind her back. Then, with impressive skill, he slipped off his belt, and put it around her wrists, like it was a handcuff, in order to keep Lucy’s hands on her back. He got his hard dick out of his pants and she smiled.

  She bent down to suck
his dick. She increased the movement, making swirling motions with her tongue, while applying enough pressure to make him want to cum, but he didn’t want to end it there. So, he pushed her away. She stared at him, confused for a moment, upset because she wanted to continue. He smiled, got to her back, and she fell forward in bed, butt up, her hands still tied.

  Oliver suddenly sank his dick into her. The girl grunted. He started the action, fast and deep. The bed began to sway and hit the wall, but Oliver couldn’t care at that moment. He wished no one was home. Lucy moaned loudly, her eyes closed, her mouth open.

  Oliver slapped her butt. It burned. Then he grabbed Lucy’s hair, pulling her head up as he went deeper into the girl. He covered her mouth with one hand, while he took hold of her neck with the other. Lucy choked, feeling it hard to breathe, but she trusted Oliver entirely. She loved the feeling of not even controlling her breathing. She groaned as Oliver thrust harder.

  He released her neck and lowered her onto the bed, reaching for her clit with his hand. As he continued to dig his cock deeply, he began to make circular, quick but delicate movements on Lucy. The girl moaned loudly.

  “You won’t cum without permission, will you?” Oliver said. It was one of his rules. Lucy had to ask him to cum even when she was alone.

  “Sir, may I… may I?” Lucy said, but it was too late. Oliver intensified the movement and she couldn’t hold it. Her body moved like a wave, hitting her from top to bottom, hot, violent. She stood there, trembling, feeling the peak of pleasure. Oliver stopped and stared at her. She turned her head to look at him, pouting.

  “Tsk, tsk, tsk,” Oliver made, “you cummed without permission. You know what that means.”

  “No, sir!” the girl cried but she was soaking wet, aroused. Oliver nodded. He stepped away from her and went to the nightstand beside the bed.

  He took an anal plug out of the drawer, one of the biggest they had. It was gray, made of metal, and had a piece of pink jewelry on the end, imitating a diamond. They called it a princess plug. Lucy both hated and loved that thing. Sometimes, as a punishment, Oliver would have her wear it for a whole day, so they could play at night. He also got the lubricant. Lucy started to try to get up, to escape, but he caught her and held her in place, butt up.

  “Oh, you won’t run away, no!”

  “No, Daddy!” Lucy shouted, waving her butt to keep from getting caught, but Oliver held it in place and began to lubricate it. Lucy felt it, wet and icy. What she liked least about the plug was the fact that it was made of metal. It was so cold when it came in! Lucy grunted, still trying to get free but her hands were still tied. Oliver laughed at the girl’s despair and slapped her butt so hard that the red mark of his hand appeared there. Lucy whimpered, but she was melting with pleasure, her heart rushing.

  “Quiet. Quiet, quiet. Shh, very well,” Oliver said, as he began to insert the plug, slowly. Lucy was used to it since it was frequent in their play, but even so, she felt the pain. The plug was large, and she was tiny.

  “This’s going to tear me apart!” she complained, feeling the icy metal plug deeper and deeper, stretching her, increasing the pain as her body stiffened, protesting.

  “Easy, easy, princess. Calm down.” Oliver continued until her anus was covered only by the pink diamond. “Good girl, very well. Now, let’s keep going because I’m not done yet!”

  “What?!” Lucy protested, but it was too late. He laid her on her back on the bed and Lucy felt the plug go deeper, now that she was lying down.

  “Quiet. If you keep questioning me, I’ll spank you with the paddle over the plug. Got it?”

  “Yes, sir,” she whimpered. Oliver put her dick in her again, now thrusting harder and deeper. She felt every movement and no space inside of her wasn’t filled, thanks to the plug. Pain and pleasure mingled in an explosion. She closed her eyes and let herself be carried. She couldn’t fight, she couldn’t make Oliver stop, she could only feel and take it. Hold on and take it. And when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, she shouted:

  “May I cum, sir?!” she asked, desperately. Oliver smiled. He knew there was nothing more difficult than holding an orgasm and he might well have her wait, but he said:

  “Cum to me, princess.”

  And she did. The wave struck her like a whip. An explosion of pleasure. Oliver couldn’t stand it either and he cummed too. The two stood there, panting, sweating. Oliver trembled slightly, and Lucy hugged him, happy and satisfied.

  They stayed a few minutes like that, not moving, enjoying the last moments of the great sex. Then Oliver got up and went to the bathroom, first to clean himself, leaving Lucy there.

  “Hey!” she protested, laughing as he walked away. She still had her hands tied.

  “I want you lying there exactly where I left you. I didn’t tell you could get up,” he said, playfully. She stayed there, quiet, until he came back a few seconds later, bringing toilet paper.

  He wiped the cum off, removed the anal plug, and wiped the lube. Then he removed the belt from her wrists and kissed each of her arms. He kissed her cheek and hugged her.

  “Come on, let’s take a shower,” he said, smiling, and didn’t wait for an answer. He was much bigger and stronger than her, so he carried her easily.

  The shower was heavenly, to get clean up after being completely covered with sweat. Lucy hugged Oliver all the time, and he kissed her tenderly.

  “I want you forever, little one,” he said as he washed her hair. She smiled, feeling fully content.

  They couldn’t believe how lucky they were to have found each other.

  “Let’s go back to the movie, sir?” she asked. Oliver knew she was still in submissive mode.

  “Sure, baby,” he said, smiling. After showering, he wrapped her in a fluffy towel, and they went to bed. Oliver opened the window shutters and they could see the stars outside, slightly blurred by the cold. They both felt fully content and satisfied.

  Chapter 4. The Picnic

  Natasha woke up early that Sunday morning. Julian was still sleeping in the bed next to hers. The two of them were roommates. They both got along very well. It was very easy to talk to Julian; he was a great listener and a very affectionate person.

  She got up and went to the window. It was a beautiful sunny day, something rare for Fall. She took advantage of the weather to put on shorts and a blue t-shirt. Natasha wasn’t the skinniest girl and, while growing up, she was always afraid of being considered fat, but she had attempted to ignore it as she grew older. Now she loved her curves.

  She wasn’t expecting Lucy and Oliver to be in the kitchen. Lucy made sandwiches while Oliver sliced a tomato. They greeted her. She beamed. They were still getting to know each other, and she was afraid they might not like her. She was used to people not liking her because of how eccentric she was.

  “Natasha! Let’s have a picnic with us!” Lucy exclaimed, "the sun is out, and I doubt we’ll have another day like this until Spring.”

  “Picnic?” Natasha asked, approaching the kitchen counter. They were placing many treats into a typical picnic basket. “But of course, why not?”

  “Nice! Help us, get some napkins.”

  “Cool!” she exclaimed, excited. She went into the kitchen, to grab the things.

  The apartment door opened. Dylan came in as if he owned the place, talking, loud. He carried two plastic bags full of snacks and soda.

  “I had to walk to the market. That’s how much I love you all...” Dylan said, approaching the counter, and placed the bags there, before stopping and facing Natasha, who was also staring at him.

  They hadn’t seen each other since Mr. Thompson’s class. He stopped and noticed again how beautiful she was. Her nose was small, she had big blue eyes and a few freckles around them. Her hair was silky, shiny, blond. She looked young, happy, full of life.

  “Hi!” Dylan exclaimed, surprised.

  “Dylan! From Mr. Thompson’s class!” Natasha also exclaimed.

  “You remember me!”
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  “Of course, you sat next to me and I said hi because I thought you needed a friend,” she said and laughed.

  “Did I look that lost?”

  “A little… I also hear a lot about you from Oliver and Lucy. You guys are best friends or something, aren’t you?”

  “Really?” Dylan asked, raising his eyebrows, still with a silly grin. “And I’ve heard a lot about you too, obviously.”

  “Obviously!” she exclaimed, glad to hear that. “I’m trying!”

  “Natasha will go on the picnic with us, Dylan,” Lucy said. She was wearing a white dress and a flower tiara in her hair. Oliver picked up the large basket.

  “Cool! This picnic just got better!” Dylan exclaimed, not afraid to look silly. He was never afraid to look silly. Natasha laughed.

  “You think?”

  “Sure!”

  “Should we call Julian?” Lucy asked Oliver. Natasha told them to wait and ran to her room. Julian was still snoring.

  “Let him sleep. It’s super early, and he trains every day until late at night. He does, like, a million different sports.” Natasha said, and they nodded.

  They headed out of the apartment. The weather was cool, but the sun helped to keep them warm. The sky was shining, blue, with no clouds. They went to a lake on campus with many leafy trees around, a sand volleyball court, and other groups of people also enjoying the weather.

  They chose a good spot near the lake. Oliver spread a plaid lining and set the basket on the middle.

  “We like the classics here,” he said, playfully. Dylan laughed.

  “Only you two could have a plaid lining and a picnic basket. And bring it to campus…”

  “We never know when we’ll need it, you silly,” Lucy said. Oliver sat down beside her and pulled her to his lap. Natasha kept smiling and waited for Dylan to choose a place.

  “I’m lucky to have found you all,” Natasha confessed as Oliver handed a napkin and a plastic cup to each. Dylan kneeled next to the basket, ready to pick up the food, but Oliver protested: