Hold out for the real prize!

It almost kills you to do it. You feel like you suffer three strokes, a heart attack, and two aneurisms but you're sure it's only half that. You consider the unbearable agony of resisting this sissy siren to be worth the price. You want more than the surface deep illusion she sells the rubes to rut her. You want to touch the real Abigail hiding deep inside that alluring armor. It takes every fiber of willpower you have, and at least a few sweaters worth of fiber you were pretty sure you don't have, but sometimes being a better person means pretending you are until it actually sticks. You wait out your 60 minutes then ask, "Truth or dare?"

Abigail looks up at you stunned, and a little wounded as she pulls off your prick, pouting genuinely this time. She folds her arms over her chest and blows a strand of her fiery locks out of her face. That one authentic moment is more arousing than all of her pornographic posturing. It doesn't hurt that she looks like a walking wet dream with breasts bigger than her head stretching her tight turtleneck taut and a face like an angel with an OnlyFans, but it's more than that. There is something you recognize in Abigail, something scared to be seen, but all the more beautiful for it. She sees you staring and gets a sparkle in her eye. You are wary, waiting for her to turn the charm back on, but instead of using her usual squeaky singsong affect, she responds in a slighlty husky deadpan, "Fuck it. Let's go with truth."

You are surprised, but don't want to lose your hard won momentum. You apprehensively ask, "Why do you let people treat you like a stupid sex doll?"

Abigail looks thoughtfully for about half a second, and that alone is almost too arousing for you to resist. There is something about a secretly smart sexpot that excites you more than you ever realized. It's like discovering a new species in the wild, and then realizing you want to stuff it. You fan yourself as your newly discovered kink answers, "The real truth? Because it's like the rush you get shoplifting. I feel so smart tricking bullies into giving me everything I want while they think they're in control. And since what I want most is rough sex and rougher pillow talk, I can usually get it in spades. Plus, there is the thrill of risking actually losing control. Wondering what if I get caught, what if I get broken and tamed? It's a game I win either way. Heh. I think the real question is why you do it?"

You forget the format of Truth or Dare for a second and just answer honestly as if you were two people sharing an intimate, unguarded moment. "I...I want to say it's for the same reason, but I don't think I'm that honest with myself. Some of it's based in the stuff I don't like about myself...my fear controlling me. Some of it's internalizing and fetishizing falsehoods this toxic society surrounds me with. The whole secret slutty sissy stuff. It was my first introduction into who I was, and it was a lie...but a seductive lie. I'm a girl, not a sissy, buuuut I still get turned on by all that made up alpha beta bullshit. On the other hand, when I'm with another girl, I feel freer to be me. Maybe that's why it scares me so much. It's easier to be an illusion, even a stupid, sexy one."

Abigail wipes a tear from her eye and it's only then that you realize you are also crying. You dry your eyes and smile, though you can't quite say why. You still aren't sure if you trust this more somber siren, but you do want to see more of the real, or at least realER Abigail. As if she knows its affect on you, she looks thoughtful again and says, "If it's okay with you, can we just quit with the games? I don't want to ruin my rep, but the bubble brain bit is exhausting. Maybe while we are in the room, we can just be ourselves? As long as what happens in the dorm, stays in the dorm?"

The irony that Abigail doesn't want to get a good reputation isn't lost on you, but you suppose you were no different when you first started out. At least she seems to know it's an act, you weren't so sure for awhile when it was you getting hate fucked by homophobes. You take her hands in yours and pull her up so her lips are kissably close to hers and moan, "Okay...but first we need to get to know each other a little better, biblically speaking."

She doesn't spend another second waiting. Abigail climbs up on your lap, kissing you and bullying you with her breasts as she bites your bottom lip hard enough to make it bleed. "Tee Hee!" Abigail giggles reflexively and you almost take the bait and bend her over your knee, but instead you restrain yourself and cup her face with your hands and kiss her softly and gently the way you did with Sasha. Abigail resists at first, trying to tease you with her tongue and tempt you with little love bites, but you hold strong, ignoring your illicit instincts and continuing to make love to her mouth until she truly surrenders control and begins making out with you in earnest.

As experienced as she must have gotten in two weeks surrounded by pent up bimbois, there is something almost embarrasingly eager and fumbling about her craving kisses and greedy gropes. You don't mind. You know from being in her heels that she'll catch up soon enough and meet your rythm. She's a fast learner, a natural and almost frighteningly open lover. Before you know it you are both lying on the bed, limbs and tongues entangled, whimpering and whispering truths as you dare to dive deeper into each others eyes. Abigail stops sucking your tongue long enough to moan, "I always MMPH fantasized about SHLLP having just a nice, normal, but naughty girlfriend like LICK you."

You kiss your way down her cherubic chin, her graceful neck, to her bountiful breasts, burying your face in them but moaning loud enough for her to hear, "Me too! You are AAAH so sexy I just want to SLURP stare at you and jerk OOH off, and so soft and SUCK sweet that I just want to cuddle MMMPH you close, and so wanton and NNF needy I just want to MMMF feed you my cock!" You nurse on her nipples and feel her little clit stiffen and spurt on your stomach untouched. It sets yours off as well, your cock shooting sticky strands of seed and slathering her as you slide against each other.

You are worried about what you might say next, and even more terrified with what she will say, so you close your mouth with hers, kissing her hard and hungry as your bodies continue to buck and baste each other in your bliss batter. When the last of your convulsive climaxes die down, you are still holding Abigail tight. She nuzzles your neck and nibbles on your collarbone, cooing, "Can we just fall asleep like this and tell everyone we fucked all night. I know it's lame, but I kind of would rather just cuddle than fuck for once."

You nod and nuzzle her back, thinking you could learn to like this side of Abigail, and maybe more than like her. Remembering the last two girls you fell asleep next to, you wrap your limbs around her tight, half expecting her to call you a sissy. Instead, she makes a half moan, half mewl and does the same to you. You lie like this, rocking back and forth until the sea wave like motion pulls you out to a deep, dreamless slumber....

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