A Trip To the University.

After finishing the movie, I ordered a ride on my app. Elizabeth, while waiting for the car, was grinding up against me, her sopping panties staining my pants. I was too worn after the ordeal with the two girls at the theatre to respond in full. Her clinginess was cute, but it also appeared she didn’t want to bother by other men while we waited.

When the car arrived, we both went to the backseat. Liz kept stroking at my crotch with her hand longingly while I stroked her head. The driver was an Asian lady in her 40s with long black hair tied in a ponytail underneath a baseball cap. Liz asked if I would stay over tonight and I said no, I wanted to go home and get sleep and discover more about the world. Tomorrow, I had decided, I would go to Liz’s university and meet the Woman’s Rights group at her college, I told her. To that, she frowned. Liz told me she didn’t seem as interested in going anymore, group meetings she means, but said if I went she would go too.

“Woman‘s rights, huh? I remember those groups in my college days. Most of them quit by the second year,”The driver said. “Sorry for eavesdropping.”

Apparently, the woman‘s rights groups have been a fringe and often extremist political group bent on free use reforms. Many have associated it with abolitionists, who when spoken, have the same derisiveness as fascists or communists in the real world when people mention those people. The women‘s rights groups were mostly young members in their first or second year of free use age, but often had many older women among their peers. From what I remember, the blonde pixie I had spent most of the time at the theatre engaged in, had a women‘s right movement logo tattooed on her shoulder which many other men in the theatre tried to aim for when they came.

As we pulled up the stop, I asked the driver to park at the red light. I left the backseat and sat on the passenger seat. I got a good look at the pretty Asian driver with epicanthic eyes and pulled out my cock. She smiled and stroked it with one hand on the wheel. Elizabeth was in the back checking on her phone and taking selfies. As we pulled towards the next red light, the driver bent over taking my member in her mouth and bobbed up and down. I relaxed back on my seat.

“Liz, can you give me the address of your school?” I asked.

"Sure.” She grabbed my phone from my hands and added her number to my phone. She proceeded to text me the address after she handed me back. I double tapped on the driver’s head and she pulled my cock out of her mouth and drove again after the light turned green.

When we arrived at her house, the driver scooched over to the passenger seat and guided my cock into her wet pussy. She rode my cock, moaning softly. After a minute of this, I pulled out of her pussy and stuck it into her ass. Liz left the vehicle and kissed me goodbye, saying she would see me tomorrow. I opened the door, as Liz stood next to the car and pulled it out of the driver‘s ass and Liz devoured my cock. I released my load down her throat and she parted her red hair and showed me her eyes, as I showed her last night, and I watched as my dick pulsed in her mouth, her throat making movements of swallowing. Liz made a sucking sound, taking it all in and gulped. Liz left and headed towards her door. The driver reversed out of the driveway and drove towards my home.

I stood in the apartment lot of my home with my dick in the opened window of the driver's seat. The driver was cleaning my dick after I had pumped another load into her and I shuttered in the cold air. I had my phone out and promptly gave her a great review and a tip. She kissed the tip and smiled as I left.

I went inside my room and laid down, exhausted, my phone out as per habit.

I would need material for tomorrow’s meeting with the Woman’s Right group at the university.

The following day, I went to Mount Hope University. I had misandrist thoughts as my driver pulled up and was male. He, Stanley, got me there promptly, was friendly, and I gave him a good review after. I noticed, however, his reviews were much worse the female ones I had driven with, which I knew couldn’t be a coincidence despite his friendly nature and prompt service. Stanley, while on the ride to the school, explained that he was homosexual and the only reason he was a popular driver was that the female passengers could get places without being free used and men could get places without their driver stopping to go free use a pedestrian or their fellow passenger.

I asked him how free use was like for homosexuals and he said, “Gross, mostly,” and laughed. He explained homosexual men chose not to exercise free use but whenever they hung out at gay clubs, would practice a kind of casual social free use on each other. He also horrified me with the idea of some homosexual men called traps, a this-world slang not to be confused with actual transgendered or the internet meme, who would wear wigs and makeup and entice otherwise straight guys to freeuse them in a hilarious, to him, not me, accident. It revolted me, but I can kind of see the hypocrisy in being revolted when I was using women in this world, at least compared to the values of my old one, in a less than honorable way.

Transgendered females, born as men, who identified as a female, he explained, won the right to be included in free use they reserved which for biological females for the original goal of free use which was procreation. It didn’t make much sense they would fight to be included in it. Transgendered males, born as female and identified as male, however, lost the right to exclude themselves from free use with the argument that every woman can designate themselves as men to avoid free use. Then he mentioned the whole binary and other gender fluidity and it got murky, legally. I didn‘t want to think about it too much.

I had come intending to fuck the first pretty girl I saw on campus, but after the ride with Stanley, I didn‘t feel as eager. I made my way to the room where the meeting would take place.