Yes yes yes.

I don’t think, I just open my mouth wide. I don’t know how I went from desperately trying to just make a friend all the way to being able to please my lover, but I don’t want to mess this up just because of a little squeamishness. If it means I can be with her, she can put anything she wants in my mouth.

Vanessa smiles down at me, then turns the condom upside down and pours the contents into my mouth. It tastes way too salty, but I’ll drink worse than this to keep her happy. I keep my mouth open until she puts her hand on my chin. She then takes the empty condom and places it on my forehead. She then reaches over and grabs the phone, using it to get a close up of my face.

Terror floods through me at the realization of having been filmed. I start to panic and cry, swallowing her load to make room for sobs. I cover my face and sputter into my hands.

“Whoa. Um. There now. It’s okay. No one is going to see the video. I can delete it right in front of you if you’d like.” I can’t blame her for being taken aback. As the hormones flush from my system and I fully comprehend what I’ve just done, I realize I might as well go crawl in a hole and die right this instant. I’m not her girlfriend, why would I have thought that was a realistic possibility? Nothing about Vanessa says she could be in a mature monogamous relationship, and nothing about me is ready to be in a mature relationship period. I have trouble pretending to be a normal non sexual person, adding sex to the mix and I might as well turn my self in to Area 51 now so they can figure out what planet I’m from and maybe help me go back.

My hands are jerked away from my face and Vanessa slaps me. Not hard, but not gently either. “Talk to me, now.”

“… you don’t really want me.”

“Bullshit. And I've got at least two more loads to prove it. Anything else?”

“… I’m not good enough for you?”

“Bullshit. I’m about to make you earn two more loads to prove it. Next?”

“I’m… really yours? Not just sexy talk? Like, I can call you my girlfriend?”

“No.” My heart sinks. “You are my girlfriend. If you ever manage to make my lady parts feel half as good as girls and boys seem to feel while I rail into them, then you can call me your girlfriend. Until then just remember you’re my girlfriend. Okay?”

I hadn’t thought about how she worked with boys, but I guess now I knew. More importantly, she wasn’t just saying this to get into my pants. She was rough, crude, and absolutely terrifying at times… but also beautiful and perfect and I actually did have a place beside her. This whole who was whose girlfriend thing seemed silly to me.

I nodded my head and wiped my nose as I got my sniffles under control. And then I smiled up at her.

She smiled back at me and put her hand gently around my throat. “Now, what are you? I want to hear you say it.”

I smiled in shy delight, “I’m your girlfriend…”

“Louder.”

“I’m your girlfriend.”

“Better, but maybe your lungs will work better after we finish.” She quickly pulled out a second condom. Oh… right. She had warned me we weren’t done yet. I feel a smile tug at my lips. I was going to be the best girlfriend I could be.

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The next few days were magical. They left my body more than a little sore, but I was happy to feel that way. Her libido was nothing to scoff at but it definitely made me feel important. I still cleaned up after her, but now it was easier to make her bed since I never had to make mine anymore. And she did finally teach me her makeup technique, although she made me promise to consider blowjobs in the near future. I guess the amount of condoms she makes me drink regularly makes it seem a little silly to be hesitant to suck her cock but… it’s so big and intimidating up close!

I try to spend as much time as I can with her, but we only have the one class together. And she doesn’t seem to be quite as bothered if we don’t meet up between classes. That’s okay. I know I’m the anxious one between us. She doesn’t need constant validation like I do.

We don’t kiss outside of our room, roommates aren’t supposed to date. But I do just about everything below that, holding her hand and clinging to her every chance I get. I don’t think we’re fooling anyone, just maintaining plausible deniability. Although she does stretch that a bit when she fingers me in class under the table.

Tonight we’re going to a party. I’ve warned her that I will probably be slightly catatonic the whole time, and glued to her arm even more than normal. She said she doesn’t mind having me on her arm the whole night! She can be sweet when she wants to be.

We arrive later in the evening at a sorority house. Ironically I spent enough time in school studying math and science symbols to know how to use equations with each of the sorority symbols, but never talked to enough people about it to ever have to bother remembering what those symbols were called.

I’ve dutifully maintained the wavy pigtails Vanessa likes so much, and now sport a tight corset over a frilly black short sleeved shirt. I have a pleated black skirt with a shock of white petticoats underneath instead of shorts. My stockings and gloves have been upgraded to a matching pair with flower designs sewn in. My choker is of course the same heavy collar with purple stones inset that Vanessa bought for me, and finally my boots have also been upgraded. No longer do I have to choose between heels and combat boots, for I have discovered the magic of platform boots.

Vanessa meanwhile hasn’t changed much, straight hair, blue jeans today, black T-shirt with a punisher skull on it, and her black leather jacket with heavy combat boots. Arguably I’m hanging on her enough that you could count me as one of her accessories too.

I stifle a giggle to myself at the joke. This is no time to laugh. Vanessa was invited to this sorority party and I’m her plus one. I hope they aren’t trying to get her to join. If she moves into a sorority house we can’t be roommates anymore. I can’t let that happen. None of them are taking my spot beside her away from me. I’m not actually sure if you have to move in if you join, I didn’t really pay attention to the explanation on how sororities worked since I knew I wasn’t going to join one. But I’m not taking the chance.

We make it indoors and… yep. That’s too many people. I pretty much knew from outside but seeing the inside removed any doubt. I tighten my grip on Vanessa’s arm and press closer to her. She casually slides her arm around me so I can lean directly into her body while holding her arm. I think about switching to hold her around the torso but know that it would make it harder for us to both walk.

Vanessa walks around the house greeting people. Apparently a few of her old friends are apart of this sorority. Makes sense that she got invited. Several other girls make comments that make me think that they know her more intimately than just from class. It’s okay. I knew I wasn’t her first. Or even near her first. Vanessa lightly flirts back but mostly keeps the conversation flowing. I happily contribute nothing to any conversation. Vanessa just keeps explaining that I’m shy. Even without having to talk, enough people comment on my presence that I slowly grow more and more exhausted. I tug on Vanessa’s shirt. As she looks down at me I squeeze her arm between my breasts and hope she can understand my need to get out of the crowd.

It seems like a success as she leads me… upstairs? That’s not outside. Oh well. I trust Vanessa. She finds an empty room and we slip inside. I knew she had this covered. I let out a breath that I don’t know how long I’d been holding. I then look up and…

Vanessa’s lips were on mine. “Couldn’t wait to get home huh?” Vanessa growls in my ear as her hands fondle their way into my panties. Okay, so she didn’t understand. That’s fine. Even if she didn’t bring me here to help me she still brought me here to help herself to me, which still means I belong to her. And that’s what’s important.

Vanessa lowers me down on a stranger’s bed and showers me with kisses as her fingers find my folds. And then the door opens.

“Hey, just because you’ve been here before does not mean you’ve got an open invitation!” A familiar indignant voice interrupts us. Vanessa stops her kisses and sighs. Getting off of me, she turns around.

“Hello Sandy.”

I look up to see a 5’6” blond bombshell. Her wavy blond hair falls a bit past her shoulders, her lips are shiny pink and perfectly kissable and her makeup is immaculate, including her thick mascara. Her bare legs are perfectly shaved as far as the eye can see, the border of which is a short blue jeans skirt paired with a long sleeved pastel yellow crop top shirt. I’m pretty sure she must be the most conventionally attractive woman on campus. She loses out to Vanessa of course but there is nothing conventional about her.

Sandy looks pissed. “First you sweet talk yourself into my bed, only to later humiliate me in front of your roommate, and now you have the gall to bring some skank into my room!” Oh shit I remember where I know that voice from. I never saw her on account of keeping my head under the covers the whole time but that is definitely Vanessa’s first conquest this semester. I panic and hide behind Vanessa’s back, both because of how confrontational this situation has become, and because I’m scared of being compared to Sandy unfavorably.

“She’s not a skank, she’s my roommate, the one you were so scared I was mistreating before? Well you’ll be happy to know I’m treating her right now. Happy?”

“Happy!? I dumped you over her and you bring her into my bed? You think that makes this better?”

“Whoa okay now. Honestly I forgot this was your room. You have to admit they all look alike from the hallway. I do apologize for that, I should have paid more attention. We were just looking for a place to rest. Violet doesn’t handle crowds very well.”

Sandy looks at my cowering form behind Vanessa. “Okay, that does seem to check out. But that doesn’t mean you’re off the hook. You never even apologized to me from before for that matter, and I doubt you even apologized to Violet!”

She was right. Vanessa never did apologize for her behavior when we first met. But that’s okay. As long as she kept telling me I was hers that was plenty of apology for me. Sandy clearly wasn’t so forgiving.

“And how can I make it up to you? I can say I’m sorry if that helps, but beyond that…” Vanessa put her hands in the air to gesture to the concept of nothing before putting her hands on her hips.

Sandy’s blue eyes followed Vanessa’s hands down to her hips before locking in on her crotch. “Well, if you’re really sorry there might be something you can do to make it up to me. I think you said something about doing everything in threes? But our last night ended in one…”

Was she seriously hitting on Vanessa right in front of me? And I thought she hated her. I guess she hadn’t found anyone else to be with. Granted I could never replace Vanessa either, but that’s still no excuse to do this right in front of her girlfriend… actually I was introduced as the roommate, and Vanessa’s past is such that it’s not really reasonable to just assume her conquests are exclusive. Damn, okay. Sandy’s not at fault. It’s up to me or Vanessa to clear up this misunderstanding. And it damn sure isn’t going to be me… so why hasn’t Vanessa spoken up yet?

I look up at Vanessa to see a cocky grin on her face. Oh no. Please no. I can’t compete with Sandy! Please let this not be happening. “What exactly did you have in mind?” Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

Sandy put on a sultry walk as she approached my girlfr… oh, that’s why that distinction was important. I agreed to this. Shit. No, that’s not fair! I’m still Vanessa’s girlfriend! Sandy’s hand begins to trail down Vanessa’s pants.

I finally make a move to stop Sandy with my hands, but end up just groping Vanessa’s crotch in tandem with her. I could feel my frustration growing, but I could also feel something else grow beneath my hands. Sandy sidles up to Vanessa’s other side, and Vanessa sits down on the bed, bringing both of us with her. I feel Vanessa’s hand slide down my body and begin groping my breasts, and I can see that she is doing the same with her other hand on Sandy. She then dips her head down and kisses Sandy deeply.