Planning for the future

It doesn’t take us long, after returning to our respective schools, to decide that one or the other of us is going to transfer: we just need to figure out which of us will make the move. Since the whole point is to be able to live together, the first issue we decide to tackle is housing.

Fortunately, neither of us are typical freshmen; both of us took a bunch of AP and dual-credit classes in high school—and did well on our AP tests—plus we’ve taken a number of CLEP tests as well. As such, credits-wise, we’ll actually be juniors next year, so we ought to be able to land an apartment one way or another. I’m hoping we have enough to qualify for one by ourselves; BSU does have a lot of apartments. If not, I’m sure I could get us into a three- or four-bedroom apartment with a group of upperclassmen. The easiest way would be to ask my teammates. I’d rather have a smaller space with just Heather, but if we need to share an apartment with others, I’m sure we could make that work.

In any case, the only way to find out is to ask—and fortunately for me, I have an easy way to do that: I have a client who works in the registrar’s office and another in the student housing office, and they happen to be good friends. They’re also two of my favorite clients.

It might surprise some people to hear me say that about Rhiannon (who works for the registrar), since she’s not classically sexy, but that just shows how little most people know. I will grant the “not classically sexy” part, since she’s short and rather round, with a round face that might be called “pleasingly plain.” The thing is, she’s like a bubbly, extroverted version of my high-school friend Eileen: she’s outgoing and vivacious rather than quiet and gentle, but when she walks into a room, just like Eileen, people feel happier. Rhiannon’s capacity for delight is infectious—you just never see the world the same way when she’s around.

It doesn’t hurt that her tits are gorgeous—large (as you would expect), high, firm, and amazingly perky for their size. It doesn’t hurt that she has the wettest pussy I’ve ever seen, and one of the tightest, or that she tastes really good, like spiced fruit. It really doesn’t hurt that she has an unusual degree of voluntary control over her vaginal muscles, which means she can do all sorts of wonderful things to your cock if you’re fortunate enough to have it in her pussy.

The best thing about Rhiannon in bed, though, is that she’s fun. She’s passionate and playful and creative—and the other thing that doesn’t hurt is that she’s far more flexible than you would think, so she can get herself into some remarkable positions to be eaten out, or fucked—and she enjoys herself immensely in bed. (Or on whatever other surface she’s trying this time. She actually got me to fuck her on a playground once—we checked off the slide, the swings, the monkey bars, and even the geodesic climbing dome. True story, and that’s probably all I should say about that.) What’s more, while she pays me to get her off, I think she likes getting me off almost as well.

Erin, who works in student housing, is a referral from Jenna and one of her best friends. She’s tall, elegant, poised, and reserved, the sort of woman I’ve always found highly intimidating. Once you get past that, however, you find out she’s one of the most dependable and loyal people you’ll ever meet, and someone who’ll go far above and beyond the call of duty for a friend. She’s also an absolute wildcat in bed who gets so turned on by having her pussy eaten, she’s almost made me cum once or twice.

I talk to the two of them, and they tell me if I get them a copy of Heather’s transcript, they can put it together with mine and figure out if we’d qualify for a one-bedroom. They agree to do so as long as I give them a free appointment—not one for each of them, but one for the two of them together . . . and they don’t just want oral, they want to get fucked. I haven’t had sex with anyone but Heather since Christmas, but I tell them I’ll make an exception because they’re doing us a big favor—in the guilty awareness that I’m really agreeing mostly because the idea of a threesome with Erin and Rhiannon makes my brain melt. I wouldn’t do it if Heather hadn’t given me explicit permission to have sex with other girls . . . but I’d be really tempted.

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As it turns out, we can get an apartment by ourselves at either BSU or Metternich, though we’ll be a lot higher up the list at BSU. That’s no surprise; Metternich is a stronger school in a smaller town, and there’s more competition for apartments. I’m just glad both schools are still in play. I was accepted to Metternich and would have loved to go there, but with the difference in cost, BSU seemed to be the wiser choice. I don’t know if it will make more financial sense now, but I’ll be glad to look into it.

We plan to visit each other’s schools, of course—besides the obvious benefits, that will also give us a chance to talk to professors and evaluate the campuses. I did at least take a visit to Metternich when I was in high school, but refreshing my memory will be good, and I don’t think Heather visited BSU. We have to take the baseball schedule into account, since the season kicks off mid-February. Fortunately for me, the second away series is at Metternich; I convince the coaches to let me go up there early. They aren’t happy about it—they don’t want to lose me, and especially not to a conference rival—but they get it. They just tell me they’re going to be recruiting Heather for all they’re worth when she comes to BSU.

That will be the second home weekend of the season. I can’t wait.