by D. R. Rosier
There was a partially awkward moment when we got back to his dorm room, Tom was going to follow us in, clueless as he is. But Rick stuck a hanger on the outside of the door and closed it in his face. The last thing he saw was me winking at him. I thought for a second I might have to jump start things, but nope, the door was barely closed when he started to ravish me.
I moaned breathily as he kissed me hard, and pulled me snugly to his body. His hard manhood pushing against my soft body. He had total control of the situation and my body responded, yielding to his firm touch as he stripped me down. As aggressive as I had been earlier I loved this confidence, I gave no thought to it as I submitted to him.
I had gotten to know him over the past couple of days, and short though that was for a normal person, for someone that can peak inside minds it was more than long enough. I felt safe and knew he wouldn’t hurt me, at least not maliciously. A little pain can be fun after all.
Once we were undressed he pulled me in for one last kiss then pushed me down on his bed, bending me over it, my ass sticking up slightly with my back arched. I bit my lip in anticipation. My eyes widened as he pushed into me from behind, my core hurting so good as it stretched around his girth. I started mewling in both pleasure and pain as my sheath tightened around his pole.
When he drew back and I felt my center empty I pushed back, wanting, needing him to fill me again. I gasped when he slammed into me as I pushed back against him, loving the feeling of being helplessly pinned down while he impaled himself inside me. He slapped my ass cheek. The sting brought a tear to my eyes, but also radiated out and turned to pleasure as it combined with the sensation of his friction as he slammed his rod into me.
“Oh my god fuck me hard Rick,” I begged in a breathless voice.
My body prompting me I continued to push back when he slammed forward, then grinded a tiny bit as he started to pull out for the next invasion to stimulate my special spot. When I felt him starting to swell inside me he spanked me hard again then grabbed my hair and pulled hard. My head pulled back and my back arched, pushing my ass up at a higher angle. He continued slamming in me reaching new depths.
“Oh god, pull my hair, fuck meeeeeeEEEE,” I moaned out, gasping as I started to explode. The hot pleasurable buildup in my core spread out to encompass my body in pure ecstasy. As my warmth gripped him and started to milk his engorged cock I felt his release as he pounded into me once last time. He started filling me with ropes of cum.
I gasped for breath as he released my hair and his manhood slipped out of my hot center. Laying there for a moment in a warm afterglow I felt him lie next to me and caress my back and brush my hair away from my eyes. I felt his seed flow out of me mixed with his juices as he turned me and pulled me fully onto the mattress and against his hard body. I melted into his kiss, my mind still buoyed in a warm contented pleasure.
I decided I needed to head back to my dorm after cuddling for a while. I was starting to feel very close to him, but I worried it may be too soon to be thinking of something long term. Yes I was at college to have fun, but I also wanted love, and to find the kind of love my parents had, in a group.
I was afraid he would freak out if I brought up the polyamory lifestyle so soon, but I knew in my heart it would be worse if I hid it. What if he fell in love with me and felt betrayed?
Some think polyamory is like a permanent pass on cheating, it isn’t. It is a group that makes group decisions. Some polyamory groups are closed, only sex with mates, and no new mates without full approval of all.
Some were open, core group that went to swinging parties etc. This second group is not what I wanted. I wanted the first, which I thought was more stable, less likely to lead to jealousy and rampant cheating. It is possible to cheat in a polyamory relationship, even in the second type, mostly by lying and sleeping around without keeping your partners in the loop. It’s not just about a constant orgy with different people. Polyamory is about love and commitment between more than just two people.
I listed the good and bad in my head for telling him now.
Good side, he would know what he was getting into with me before he would feel betrayed. I would have someone open to being in a group situation that could help me decide on others to add.
Neither good or bad he might be open to it, but later discover we aren’t for each other. I already knew he was a nice guy and not an asshole, but that didn’t mean we were ready to pick out china yet.
Bad side, he may be repulsed by the idea and never want to see me again, which isn’t actually that bad because if that was the case I was wasting my time being with him. The worst possibility would be he would be disgusted, and spread rumors about me.
He isn’t an asshole, but if it shocks him enough or disgusts him he will tell at least someone, which would spread, making me infamous on campus. I decided to risk it. It was bound to come out eventually anyway.
“I have a strange question for you,” I said tentatively.
Rick asked, “What’s that?”
I sighed. “First though, is this just us having a good time, or are you open to possibilities?”
He looked down into my eyes and said, “Possibilities?”
I nodded. “You know, I know you’re a nice guy, but are you just looking for fun right now, no strings? Or does this have the possibility of more, dating etc…”
He said with a touch of humor, “You mean you’re asking the where do we stand in this relationship question on the second day?”
I giggled and then looked up apologetically and nodded.
He sighed. “I am not just looking to get laid, so yes, there is the possibility of more. I think we need to get to know each other better first though.”
I agreed, “Yes we do, and I wanted to tell you something about me, how I was raised. It’s a little different then the norm.”
He cocked an eyebrow and tried to hold back a smile. “Wolves? I knew it.” He shook his head in mock sadness.
I snickered and said, “No wolves.” Vampires’ maybe, but no wolves…
I told him a little about my family, leaving out the supernatural.
He didn’t look freaked at least when he said, “Group love? So what, you want a bunch of guys?”
I shook my head, “No, that’s not what it’s about. It starts with two, and then it grows. Although my father started with three, weird circumstances. Everyone is equal, so if you liked the idea you would have equal say on anyone that joined us. There is no trying out either, without full support of everyone else. Plus I saw the way you looked at my roommate this morning. Tell me you would mind…”
I think I did shock him when I said, “I know I wouldn’t,” with a twinkle in my eye.
I shrugged, “I am not looking for anything from you right now, and this is about you getting to know me and what I eventually want. I didn’t want to spring this on you later, when more feelings would cloud the issue. I have a website where you can look at the statistics and read all about it. It is more stable, if done honestly, than a normal 2 person arrangement.
“Oh, and when you read about it I want the more closed style. The open one is more for swingers and people that care more about multiple sex partners then they do a true supporting and loving relationship with more than one person. Which I am not judging, that works for them, it just isn’t what I want.”
He looked thoughtful and had me add the website onto his reading list on his tablet before I got dressed and left. I did not read his mind so I was just hoping he wasn’t thinking he got lucky with a hot but crazy chick and had to move to a new dorm now. I just hope I did the right thing.
I headed straight off to the shower, when I grabbed my towel and robe I noticed Tracy wasn’t back yet from her night out.
Chapter 3
The shower felt great, I was a hot mess after my night with Rick and needed to clean up. I knew I had only known him a couple of days. Hell he was the first person I talked to besides admissions people on campus. I found myself real
ly hoping he would be okay with it. It was maybe premature to say he would be mine, and I his. But the thought of it not being a possibility at all anymore bothered me.
Determined to keep from worrying more about it tonight I switched tracks, with effort. Does telling him about it mean I have to run the thought of Tracy by him? Or probably not, we are still getting to know one another. He doesn’t get a vote until we are sure of each other and make a commitment. It will make things more complicated though…
Damn, I really want to talk to mom about this, the birth one, Mia. She started dating dad knowing about the polyamory thing when he already had Maria and Nikki. I am curious what she thought about and how she made that decision. But I don’t want to run home just two days after I finally left. So that was out. I am pretty sure Pia joined at the same time too. What did she do with the jealousy? Seems to me jealousy would be the biggest obstacle to acceptance of the polyamory lifestyle.
I finished my shower and dried off. My body was pleasantly sore. I smiled at the thought of Rick bending me over again, god that was so good when he took control. No real violence to it, just strong and leading hands. I am an independent person, or I want to be, but…
I was going over the pleasant memories when I got into bed. Tracy was still not back. I shrugged, hoped she was having a good time and fell asleep.
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The phone rang and woke me 3 hours later, it was just 5:30 am and I groaned, reached over and picked it up and said hello.
“Is this Mina?”
I woke up fast at the official sounding voice, “Yes, what is it?”
“This is the on campus medical facility. We have a Tracy here, your roommate? She had you as the emergency contact.”
That’s strange, but then who knows, maybe she doesn’t have family or something.
I said concerned, “What’s wrong? Is she OK?”
“She fainted, the blood tests came back and she has an iron deficiency, she should be fine, we need someone to come pick her up.”
Iron deficiency? My blood ran cold and I shivered. Vampires.
I said, “I’ll be right there, can you tell me the building and room?”
The school had a large med program, so it had a teaching hospital, and a lot of sub buildings.
“The main hospital ER. Just ask for her when you get here and we can get her discharged.”
I said, “On my way, thank you,” and hung up the phone.
I got dressed in a pair of jeans and a clean plain t-shirt, brushed out my hair quick and took off. Glad that Rick made me walk around all afternoon I headed to the hospital section. I saw Andrea in the waiting room and blasted a, ‘Why didn’t you call me when a vamp got her!!’ straight to her mind.
She flinched and glared at me and said out loud, “He was quick. He just took her and drank from her then left. There was nothing you could do and the danger was past so…” she kind of just trailed off.
I sighed. Sorry, just freaked out a bit. I headed over to the main desk and asked for Tracy, they said she would be out in a minute so I took a seat. The other guardians were looking at me, while I had been subtle and used mind to mind Andrea just outed me to probably every angel here, which means by tomorrow every one of them on campus would know I could hear and see them. Great! Not!
Tracy came out looking pale and raising my eyes daring her to say something I stole a small trickle of light energy from Andrea and fed it into Tracy’s body when I took her hand. It would not immediately heal her though I could. I couldn’t do that without exposing me to normal people, but it would have her feeling fine and backup to a full load of blood by this afternoon.
“You okay Tracy?”
She blushed but nodded, “Sorry you had to be dragged out of bed. They weren’t going to let me go otherwise.”
I squeezed her left hand with my right, the one I was holding and waved my left arm dismissively.
“No problem at all, really. What happened?”
She shrugged and said, “I don’t really remember, I was walking home from the pub running some welcome back to campus party. Next thing I knew I woke up to a couple of guys that found me passed out. They helped me wake up and got me here.”
I had my senses attuned to her, my mind open to receive and that is pretty much what happened, I didn’t pick up anything she left out at least. What I didn’t expect was the rest of what I got.
Her mother was a drunk, and her step father an abusive prick. He was the reason why she was so hard on herself, calling her useless and fat for years. Too ugly and worthless. My stomach tightened in anger but I kept my face concerned and attentive somehow.
I also picked up shame, she was really attracted to me, loved my pixie frame and my body. She also thought I was nice. She didn’t think she had a chance because she was ugly and felt shame about her being bi, her step father telling her it was a sin and wrong. Holy crap, what a mess.
Tracy had one of those cute faces, and her body was fantastic, she was a size 14, but she wasn’t fat. There were no rolls, just plain huge tits and a nice backside. I did like her. But how to convince her of that, or for her to take a chance on something she had shame for? I was at a loss on that.
If she feels shame for being Bi what will she feel at the possibility about polyamory? Actually I thought she was damn impressive after seeing what she went through, she was scarred but not bitter. But she definitely had some things to overcome. I would need to either be patient, or forget about her as a possibility. Truth is though I liked what I saw in her, outside of the twisted shit from her messed up family that is.
I was also feeling guilty at seeing the worst part of her life, even if it hadn’t been my intention when I read her. Results are what count after all. I can keep my mouth shut though. When you are the mind reader in the house you have to keep secrets, or no one will want to talk to you.
I squeezed her hand again and said, “Well at least your okay, let’s get you into bed, you look so tired.”
Tracy said, “Thanks again for coming to get me and walking me back.”
I giggled, “Just remember that when I call you at 3 am drunk and lost.”
I was trying to put her at ease, and it worked as she smiled and said, “Anytime.”
I had a bad feeling as we were about half way back so I opened my senses up, cursing myself for not having thought of it earlier. I was going to have to keep my supernatural radar up all the time looking for bad things I decided. At least at night, although demons walked around in the day I could see those from a mile off with just my eyes. I did detect a couple of signatures a few blocks to our left, but I wasn’t going to go play hero, at least not with Tracy to get back to the dorm.
I also discovered something disturbing. All of my vampires, their dark energy was… Clean, smooth and refreshing. A joy to take in and work with. What I felt a few blocks over was oily, dirty, and greasy. I wondered if that indicated evil. Not so much dark and light, but the feel of the dark or light energy. The energy reflecting the use it was being put to. Energy isn’t sentient but it has a certain awareness of the intent of the wielder, so it makes sense, to me anyway.
I know dark energy isn’t evil in and of itself. You couldn’t grow up in my house and believe that. Plus that would mean my sister and I were evil too, which was ridiculous. Also wisdom suggests nephilim are evil, and those are beings with control over light energy, and I know my brother isn’t evil. I was convinced that like any other weapon or tool it was the wielder that was good or evil, not the tool itself.
I promised myself I would stop them if an opportunity came up though. I couldn’t leave Tracy right now, and I wouldn’t put her in danger, but I felt responsible, the need to do something.
We finally made it back, Tracy was leaning on me, it had been a long slow walk and hard for her. I was feeling guilty knowing I could have healed her, but the consequences of that would be unacceptable. I would only risk exposure to save a life, not make a little trouble go away.
> I also thought I was insatiable, because her left breast felt really good pressed against my arm. If being bi was a sin, I am so going to hell. Of course I have the certainty, if it was a sin my mothers, Nikki and Marie, wouldn’t be so…. Close. I figured if an angel was doing it, or at least if there was no rule against it, it was probably okay.
I helped her up the stairs and into bed, she was clearly so tired she was almost acting drunk. I helped her get undressed and into bed, then did the same hoping to get a few more hours anyway before waking up for the day, it was 6:30 now, my trip taking an hour.
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I stretched as I woke and became aware of my surroundings. I had slept really late, it was 10:30. I looked over and Tracy was lying there looking miserable. I had to tamp down the urge to heal her, I hated seeing her, anyone really, so weak when I could help. Goes back to my overdeveloped sense of empathy and compassion.
“Morning Tracy, feeling any better?”
She shrugged and said, “Still tired.”
I frowned as she should be feeling better by now, perfect by this afternoon.
I suggested, “How about we go get some late breakfast, maybe steak and eggs, the protein would help I think.”
She tilted her head and said, “Are you sure? I’m sure you had plans, I can deal.”
I grinned and said cheerfully, “Nope, you are stuck with me for now, how about it?”
She blushed then nodded.
I got up and started to change. Oops, it really is a habit. I didn’t do anything teasing this time though, just a nice view of my naked back side. I threw on stretchy shorts, a sports bra and a half shirt.
Tracy said she would be right back and went to shower, I had one a few hours ago so was fine, just headed to the bathroom to freshen up, brush my hair and teeth and all.
Andrea was down the hall in the showers, but I could send that far easy, “Why isn’t she better yet, any idea? She should still feel a little bad until this afternoon, but…”
”He drained more blood than he should have, she almost died. The power is helping, but it will take until probably tomorrow morning for her to recover fully. You just miscalculated the amount she needed.”
