Dorm Desire: First Time Lesbian FFM Menage College Threesome BBW Paranormal Erotica (Faerie Legal Book 2)

by Lyra Valentine

  Dorm Desire

  Faerie Legal #2

  Lyra Valentine

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  Copyright © 2016 by Lyra Valentine

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  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Dorm Desire: Faerie Legal #2 by Lyra Valentine April 2016

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  About the Author

  Chapter One

  Bethany Brightly sighed happily as she dropped her duffle bag on her bed. It was the start of a new semester, and she was excited to be back at school. The floor behind her buzzed with other thrilled occupants of the dorm for hospitality majors, some old and some new. Hospitality House, the building was lovingly called. Bethany even had their logo emblazoned on the shirt that pulled tight across her chest.

  She was the ideal faerie. Tight in all the right places. Gorgeous, thick head of blonde hair. Blue eyes that bordered on the unnatural, enough to make anyone look twice. Her face was lean, perhaps from some distant elven relative, but it added to her model allure.

  Her final year before graduating, and she’d finally been accepted as an RA for the floor. Her boyfriend, Timothy Drexler, served as the Resident Assistant to all the men on the floor. Even though all years and genders were assigned to the floor, the university felt it best to have a man and woman around to answer any questions or concerns.

  She hadn’t been able to reach her assigned roommate before the semester started. She glanced anxiously out the open door, and wondered who it would be. Bethany chewed her lip before turning back to her room.

  The room was divided down the middle, and the furniture was opposite the other side. Inside the door was a bed and nightstand. A large chest rested at the book of each bed. The far corner of the room held the same combination. Desks were positioned in the open corners of the room.

  One side of the room was already decorated. Most of Bethany’s unpacking had been done the previous week for RA orientation. She only had her duffle bag of last minute items to put away, and then she would be open for business. She dumped the duffle and started to sort through the clothes and toiletries when she heard a scuff behind her.

  Bethany knew as soon as she saw her that she needed her. Bouncy curls in her hair jiggled more than her big tits. She had a big, fine ass she wanted to grab handfuls of. Her lips were full, and lifted in a nervous smile. Her skin was a toasted caramel that Bethany wanted to gobble up.

  “Uhm. Hi.” The girl ducked her head in greeting. “I’m Ciara Wagstaff. I think I’m supposed to be your roommate?”

  “Oh, hi!” Bethany dropped the panties in her hand. The silky fabric definitely wasn’t what she wanted in her hand to greet her new roommate. “Bethany Brightly. I’ll be your roommate and the RA for the girls on the floor.”

  Bethany had to suppress a laugh at her own inner child. If she were a man, she’d definitely want to wag her staff in front of Ciara’s plump lips.

  Ciara’s face dropped when Bethany mentioned her RA status. Bethany quickly soothed her. “Don’t worry about it. I don’t intend to be a taskmistress. In fact, I’m throwing a welcoming party tonight. You should join in!”

  With a look of relief, Ciara moved into the room and hefted her suitcase on her bare bed. She opened the latch and revealed a tightly packed mess.

  Bethany peeked over her shoulder. “Is that all you brought?”

  Ciara laughed. “Oh, no. I have a couple boxes. I just wanted to put my touch on the place before I move in.” The smile left her face, and a hint of worry entered her grey eyes. “If you’re okay with that, of course.”

  Bethany gestured to her own side of the room. She’d draped a thin sheath of red fabric from one corner to the other, and wound tiny lights with it. It reminded her of the ghostly faerie lights that could be seen during midsummer gatherings. “Make yourself at home.”

  “I thought I heard your beautiful voice!”

  The voice was deep and held a distinctive twang from the backcountry of his North Carolina home. His accent was just one thing she loved about him. His strong arms, and tight stomach were another. His chocolate eyes melted her every time they looked into the distance while he discussed their future.

  She’d long since met her faerie obligations when she started banging Tim. Her family was surprised when she kept it up. Most faeries preferred their own kind, but Bethany wasn’t most faeries. She had plans.

  Tim swept her up in his arms and spun her around until she giggled. Her dark blonde hair trailed them like a comet. She stumbled back a step when he set her down, and he steadied her with a hand on her ass. She grinned and smacked his hand away. “We have company!” She scolded.

  Tim’s mouth opened with an “o” of embarrassment. He turned to find Ciara and offered his hand for a shake. As soon as she stuck hers out, Tim raised it to his lips and kissed her fingers. His dark brown hair shagged over her knuckles. “I apologize for any offense, my lady.”

  He released Ciara, and turned to Bethany. He pecked her quickly on the cheek, his eyes twinkling with amusement. “I’ll leave you two to get acquainted. Don’t forget the party tonight!”

  Bethany scoffed. “As if I’d forget the party I’m throwing!”

  “Just wanted to make sure newbie knew about it.” Tim called behind him as left.

  “He’s gorgeous!” Ciara sputtered as soon as Tim was out of earshot.

  Smiling like a cat in cream, Bethany sat down and turned her attention to Ciara. Her breath was a little ragged as she followed Tim with her eyes. Tim had mentioned a threesome before. Perhaps she could arrange something that would satisfy his fantasy and her sudden urge to get tangled in Ciara’s limbs.

  “He’s real sweet, too. You’ll see soon enough. And maybe you’ll meet someone at the party tonight.” She told Ciara. She’d bite off any hand that tried to touch the girl before she had her shot.

  “Oh, I don’t know about that. I just broke up with my boyfriend before moving away for school. I’m not sure I’m ready.”

  “For a relationship, sure. But who said you can’t have a little fun in the meantime?”

  “Are you supposed to be advocating for your residents hooking up?”

  Bethany shrugged with a sly grin. “As long as it’s safe and consensual, I don’t see a problem with it.”

  Ciara chuckled low in her throat. “My parents would hate you. Corrupting all the youth, and whatnot.”

  “And yet they let their little girl drive across country to major in hospitality. What’s more hospitable than making the beast with two backs?” She opened the chest at the foot of her bed and started shoveling her clothes into it. “What made you pick this major? You certainly came to the right place. We have a great program here.”

  “Yeah, it’s a highly recommended program. I’m going into the family business. My folks own a ranch out west. I’m going to inh
erit it one day, so I’d really like to know what I’m doing and how to improve it.”

  “Hey, me too! Only, not a ranch. My family runs a bar. I’m not too wild about it, actually.”

  It wasn’t strictly true that her parents ran the bar. They never seduced a mortal to attain the final level of maturity in faerie society, preferring to remain completely loyal to each other. They could have run off to start their own business, but it would have meant cutting ties to their family and friends. Luckily, bars needed all sorts to keep everything running.

  Bethany deemed them adorable from a young age, but always knew she was too ambitious to content herself with being support staff.

  “Oh? Why?”

  Bethany released a long breath and flopped down on her bed, arms stretched long. “Bars are great and all, especially in a college town. But I want to do something more. I have an idea for something really interesting, but my family isn’t fond of it.”

  Ciara paused with a pin caught between her teeth. She held up the poster of a gourmet chef with one hand, then took the pin from her mouth and stuck it through the poster and into the wall. She stood back and studied her alignment. Bethany took the opportunity to let her eyes linger over the other girl. Her curves wanted to bust through her tight clothes. She was full on the top and the bottom, and it drove her crazy.

  Bethany quickly shifted her gaze upward after Ciara nodded approval of her work and turned back around.

  “You can’t just start a story like that and not finish. What’s your idea?”

  Bethany pursed her lips and paused for dramatic effect. “I’ve always wanted to start a sex club.” She admitted in a conspiratorial tone.

  Ciara gasped. “Like, a brothel?”

  Bethany waved the idea away. “No, nothing illegal or immoral like that. Everyone would be willing. I mean, dating apps and sites exist for basically this thing. But instead of waiting around for a reply, everyone would go down to the bar and find a little companionship for the night.”

  “That doesn’t sound much different than what I’ve seen about clubs.”

  The other girl’s sweet naïveté made Bethany swoon. Sweet girl would soon find out for herself what a disappointment the college hotspots could be. “It’ll be different, believe me. I don’t want something where drunken college kids go to paw at one another. I want something for the dark and wild people.”

  She peeked at the girl through thick eyelashes. “I’m sure we all have something we want to experiment with in our lives.”

  Ciara looked distant, and Bethany could almost see the thoughts in her mind. Little Miss Midwest had some dark thoughts. She hoped they lined up with her own.

  “This will be a safe place to stretch your boundaries a little. Imagine it. Downstairs will be the fully stocked bar to libate away your inhibitions. Dim enough to hide all your perceived imperfections, dark enough to pull at the need for mystery that lies within us all. An open dance floor to grind up on anyone you want, so long as they reciprocate. Booths lining the walls with curtains that can be pulled closed for a little privacy.”

  Bethany continued, letting her eyes close while she imagined the club. She’d gone over the details many times before, and could almost walk every square foot of the imaginary establishment. “Then we journey upstairs. Artwork suggestive of the Kama Sutra lines the twisting stairs. Finally, a desk clerk is ready to check your party into a room. Hand over your details and a room cover charge, you’ll be handed a key. Walk down the hall, and you’ll see some rooms with open windows to let a crowd watch. Or you can close the slot for complete privacy.”

  Bethany opened her eyes to see Ciara’s chest heaving under her shirt. Her eyes were a little unfocused. She shook herself. “That sounds awesome.”

  Bethany grinned. Ciara definitely had an unexplored wild streak that she was more than willing to explore. “Thanks. I hope it will be. You’ll have to swing by once it’s open.”

  Ciara’s cheeks flushed with color. “I’m not sure I’m the type for that.”

  “Let’s get you through your first college party, then we’ll see.”

  Chapter Two

  Bethany was glad she’d secured the best DJ on campus before the end of last summer. Highly sought, he brought many more people to party. The floor was packed, and more people kept coming. She wouldn’t be surprised if they were busted for maximum occupancy violations before the night was over.

  She had a few volunteers at the elevators and stairwells checking IDs and collecting a cover charge. Anyone underage was given a specific color wristband so they wouldn’t be served alcohol from the stand she’d stocked in the common area. It wasn’t a perfect system, especially when many residents kept a secret stash of booze in their rooms, but it gave them the air of legitimacy.

  The rave theme had been a hit idea. She felt like she was in the middle of a rainbow. Striped socks and glowing body paint abounded. The lights were dimmed, and the few that remained on had been swapped with colored bulbs. The DJ created his own laser show, and glow sticks weren’t uncommon on the dance floor.

  Bethany made a tour of the floor, cheeks flushed with her slight buzz. The music and the colors were a little too bright for her overall vision, but she could see the makings of her club in the party. Revealing clothes were everywhere, and some couples were pressed together in dark corners.

  Bethany stopped in front of a mirror that decorated a wall. She eyed her reflection to check her hair and makeup. The blonde locks hung in loose waves over her shoulders. Her eyes had turned a light purple in the low light and the aid of makeup meant to brighten the shade. She took a little spin. Her short skirt clung to her ass, as her tank top highlighted her tits.

  “Looking good tonight,” a male voice said behind her. She looked in the mirror and saw one of the other program members, Daniel. He was also the only other faerie. His ashy blond hair was only a few shades off from her own. It was something that she disliked; give her tall, dark, and handsome any day. Besides that, she’d heard from other girls how he liked to play the field and had a really tiny dick. She much preferred a devoted guy ready to split her apart.

  He gulped as he looked her over. He’d always had a thing for her, but she never indulged him. He needed to concentrate on securing his mortal seduction, rather than tasting the same faerie delights.

  “So tell me about this new roommate of yours. Is she going to break my heart like you did?”

  She followed his gaze and saw Ciara mingling with a group of freshmen. Ciara had kinked colorful ribbons into her hair. She wore paired shorts and striped knee high socks with a silky corset that threatened to spill her tits into the open. Bethany resisted the urge to tug it down right then and there.

  In her hand was a disposable red cup, just like the one Bethany and Daniel held. And many of the other partygoers clutched.

  “She comes from out west, and she’s going to be mine tonight.”

  Daniel groaned. “C’mon, Bethany! You know I have a thing for the sistahs.”

  Bethany rolled her eyes. “And I’m sure using terms like that are just endearing you to them. You can see how far that talk gets you when I’ve had my fill of her.” She excused herself from Daniel and zeroed in on Ciara. “I need to do a drink check.”

  “What do you have there?” She asked when she reached the group. The others, sensing danger, scattered before she could investigate their drinks.

  Despite the band on her wrist saying she was underage, Bethany could smell liquor in Ciara’s drink. It wasn’t surprising or unexpected, but she needed to make some overtures to legality. Especially with so many people wandering in and out. She didn’t need to have campus police cracking down so early in the year. Hopefully they would be too busy patrolling the more notorious frat and sorority houses.

  But it did give her an excuse to get the girl alone.

  “Come with me!” She hissed. She grabbed hold of Ciara’s wrist and dragged her toward their room at the end of the hall.

  “He
y! I thought you said you were going to be cool!” Ciara protested.

  “Within reason! I won’t have underage drinking threatening my record.”

  She sat Ciara down, then reached across her to flick on her faerie lights. The red fabric filtered out some of the light that bathed the room in a warm rosy color.

  “Oh,” she whispered.

  Bethany smiled. Sometimes the brief scent of a faerie was enough to bring out the lust in someone. “You look nice tonight.” She set her hand on her knee.

  “Thank you,” Ciara twitched under her hand.

  “Have you thought more about having some fun?”

  Ciara tilted her cup and shrugged. “I was trying.”

  Bethany frowned. A miffed Ciara wasn’t likely to be a seduced Ciara. She shook her hair out and saw her nostrils flare. Faerie scent for the win. “No, silly. I mean, getting a little closer to someone. Did anyone out there catch your eye?” She plucked the red cup from her hands and set it down on the nightstand.

  “Oh,” Ciara breathed. She rolled her shoulders back and relaxed. “No, not really. I haven’t had anyone come up to me.”

  “Well, there’s your problem. It’s time to put on your big girl panties and go up to them.”

  “Really? You think they’d like that?”

  “They’re likely just as shy as you. Why risk the chance of not meeting when you can go right up and say something?” Bethany inched her hand a little higher.

  Ciara’s breath caught, then she giggled nervously. “Hi,” she whispered.

  “Hello back.” Bethany leaned in a pressed her lips to Ciara’s.

  Chapter Three

  The kiss started out gentle, but soon devolved into a soul-sucking battle of wills. Bethany plastered her lips over Ciara’s. Each twist of her tongue set off another detonation of need exploding through her body. She rubbed her tongue over Ciara’s, and Ciara responded with a hard suck that threatened to undo her. Every nibble of her teeth sent an arrow of pleasure straight to her pussy.