Movie night

Though she was inclined to go check out the team sports (if for no other reason than there would likely be guys getting hot and sweaty there), Izzy ultimately chose not to. Gymnastics training started in just a few days; there’d be plenty of athletics in her future.

Instead, she decided she’d try out this movie night. She was in the mood for something more laid-back. Plus, since it wasn’t supposed to start for a few hours, she could get her side of the room set up.

She spent the time getting to know Gwen. Despite clamming up any time the topic got even remotely racy, the blonde was surprisingly funny, and Izzy felt they got on well. She wasn’t the kind of person that Izzy normally would have tried to befriend, but she supposed that pushing those boundaries was the exact kind of thing university was all about.

She was still going to make it her mission to turn this girl into a mega-slut by the end of the year, though…

Sunset was just reaching its end as Izzy made it to Matheson Field. It had been easy enough to find, especially once she spotted the huge projector screen.

It seemed like a popular event. There had to be over a hundred chatting students scattered about—those with forethought sitting on blankets or towels, the majority just on the grass. Off to the side stood a tent where upperclassman volunteers were passing out little cups of free popcorn and bottles of water. Izzy didn’t bother going over to that; she’d tried out Chown Hall’s cafeteria before coming.

The difficult decision of where to sit now faced her. There were a few students sat by themselves here and there—and every one of them looked like lonely losers. Izzy definitely didn’t want to be that. Obviously the perfect spot would be to sit with one of the handful of guys who were present—but every single one of them already had a large gaggle of femmes around them.

A moment later, the decision was made for her. A girl—one of a pair sitting nearby—called out to Izzy, “Hey, you’re in Chown Hall, right?”

Izzy glanced over. The girl who’d spoken was on the tall side, with vibrant red hair in a ponytail.

“Umm… yeah. You?” Izzy replied, walking over and sitting next to them on the assumption that this was an invitation to do so.

“Yep! Third floor,” said the redhead. “I saw you when you were carrying your stuff in and just knew I’d have to find you and tell you how much I like your style. That haircut is so cute!”

“Oh! Thanks! Yours too,” Izzy said with a smile. “You know, when I was a kid, I really wanted to be ginger…”

“Oh yeah?” the girl laughed.

“Yeah. I always thought I’d just gotten unlucky with genetics or whatever. Nobody explained to me that a german dad and spanish mom were never going to produce a redhead no matter how lucky…”

The girls laughed, and Izzy joined them.

“I’m Sarah, by the way,” said the redhead.

“Izzy.”

“This is my girlfriend, Hailey,” Sarah said, thumbing at the other girl—a mousy brunette who gave Izzy an inexplicable ‘librarian’ vibe. Clearly seeing the flash of confusion on Izzy’s face, Hailey piped up, “We’re lesbians.”

“Oh. Right,” Izzy said, trying to keep the skepticism out of her voice. She'd slept with girls before—most women had. There were never enough men to go around, and sometimes you just needed another person's touch to get you off. But everyone knew a girl who claimed to be a dedicated ‘lesbian’, and everyone knew that it never lasted. Once she got a big, hard, throbbing cock in her face, the claim to not be into men always evaporated.

Still, it wasn’t polite to point out that their relationship was basically a fraud that would last precisely as long as it took for one of them to get a whiff of some smelly balls—plus, they seemed nice—so Izzy just smiled and nodded.

She was saved from any potential awkwardness by the movie starting just then, and all three girls turned their heads to watch.