A Fight

Thursday afternoon dragged on. Alex sat in the library, pretending to study. His phone buzzed. Mike's name flashed. He picked up.

"Alex, we need to talk. Now." Mike's voice sounded tight.

"What's up?" Alex asked. Heart skipped.

"Meet me outside the dorm. Urgent."

Alex packed his bag fast. Walked out. Mike waited by the steps, face red. Arms crossed.

"Dude, Riley told me something crazy," Mike said. He paced a bit.

Alex played dumb. "What?"

"She's a futa. Like, she has a dick. A real cock and balls, plus pussy. She showed me pics or something. Said she wanted to be honest."

Alex's stomach flipped. Riley told him. Just like she planned. But Mike's tone dripped disgust.

"Did you know?" Mike pressed. Eyes narrow.

Alex shook his head. "No, man. First I'm hearing."

Mike snorted. "Bullshit. You room with her. You've seen her change or whatever."

"I didn't know," Alex repeated. Inside, his mind raced to the shower. That thick shaft in her fist. Head swollen. Cum arcing out.

"It's fucked up," Mike said. "She's a freak. I mean, a girl with a cock? That's not normal. I told her I need space."

Alex felt a spark. Mike backed off. Good. But he kept cool. "Come on, it's not that bad."

Mike stopped pacing. Stared. "Not that bad? She has balls, Alex. Hangs like a guy. I thought she was hot, but now? Nah."

"Maybe it's hot," Alex said. Words slipped out. He regretted it quick.

Mike's jaw dropped. "Hot? You serious?"

Alex shrugged. "I mean, unique. Strong. She's still Riley. Athletic body, smart. The extra? Could be a turn-on."

"Turn-on?" Mike laughed bitter. "You're sick, man. Imagining sucking that thing?"

Heat rose in Alex's cheeks. But the image hit him. Riley's cock in his mouth. Salty pre-cum on his tongue. Balls slapping his chin.

"It's not like that," Alex said. Defensive. "Just saying, don't judge."

"Judge? She's a fucking freak," Mike shot back. "I liked her before. Now? Ruined. You live with that? Good luck."

They stood there. Tension thick. Alex wanted to defend her. Tell Mike to fuck off.

"You're being a dick," Alex said. Voice low. "She trusted you. Opened up. And you bail?"

Mike stepped closer. "Trusted me with what? Her mutation? Pass. Find someone else to freak on, Alex. If you like it so much, room with her forever."

Alex clenched fists. "Maybe I will. She's better than your shallow ass."

Mike shook his head. "Whatever. I'm out. Don't talk to me about her."

He walked away. Alex watched. Relief mixed with anger. Mike gone. Riley free.

Back in the dorm, Alex paced. Door opened. Riley entered. Face blank.

"Hey," she said. Dropped her bag.

"Mike told me," Alex said. Sat on his bed.

Riley sighed. Sat across. "Yeah. I told him at lunch. Showed him a bit. He flipped."

"He's an idiot," Alex said. "Called you a freak."

Her eyes hardened. "Figures. Most do."

"I don't think that," Alex added. Soft. "Told him it's hot."

Riley looked up. Surprise. "You did?"

"Yeah. Meant it."

Silence. She studied him. Alex's dick twitched. Thought of her body. Cock hardening under shorts.

"Thanks," she said. Small smile. "Means something."

They talked more. About her life. Hiding it. The stares. Alex listened. Nodded. Inside, lust built.

Night fell. Riley showered. Alex listened. Water splashed. He imagined her washing that cock. Soap sliding over veins. Balls lathered.

He stripped. Lay on bed. Hand on his shaft. Stroked slow. Pictured her stepping out. Towel drop. Cock semi-hard. Walking to him.

"You think it's hot?" she'd say. Straddle him. Cock pressing his chest.

His grip tightened. Pumped faster. Pre-cum dripped. Thought of Mike's loss. His gain.

Cum shot up. Landed on his neck. He panted. Wiped clean.

Riley emerged. In robe. "You okay?"

"Yeah," he said. Heart pounding.

She nodded. Went to bed.

Alex lay there. The argument with Mike faded. Riley's secret bonded them. Hotter now.

Friday classes passed slow. Mike avoided him. Texts ignored. Alex didn't care. Focused on Riley.

Evening, she packed gym bag. "Heading out."

Alex watched. Opportunity.

But that waited. For now, the freak label stung less. With him, she fit perfect.