Made Up

"There," Rachel smiles at me, "All done now."

She turns and faces me to the mirror and I stare into it, spying a woman in the reflection that I recognize. It's me, Emily Ross, and I'm just the way I was before everything that she did to me.

Before Rachel Patrick made my whole damn world explode.

"No one will know," she whispers in my ear, "Happy?"

I nod and blush and I bite my bottom lip and god having her this close to me only reminds me of everything that she's done to me and every way that she made me feel.

Rachel made me cum. She gave me what I wanted. And when I was done she let me slump to the ground and giggle and laugh with delight and then she guided me through getting my feet back under me and my body back functioning.

And clothed. And makeuped. And everything that I needed to make no one suspect that I'd just had the best orgasm of my life at the hands of the most beautiful woman I'd ever known.

"Good," she says, "So no excuses now. We're already running late and we have so much work to do."

Now this is the part I wasn't particularly looking forward to: the club fair. Making an appearance was a necessity but that was it. The thought of going above and beyond was really counterintuitive to who I figured I was.

But not to Rachel.

While she was dressing me she was excitedly chattering away about some ideas she had. About some of the clubs she'd seen. About all of the things she couldn't wait to do.

Rachel was all about school spirit but more even than that she was all about participation. She was about getting involved and she was about letting that it be known that she was all about that.

She didn't want to just attend this school, she wanted to represent it. Join a sorority. Get on the debate team. Try out for the school play. Volunteer as a life art model for classes.

Anything and everything she could do she would do and when I tensed up at merely even the thought of it she sensed that and she knew that it wouldn't do.

"Listen," she'd said, stopping at her work doing my makeup and staring me seriously in the eye, "You're young and you're in college and this is all new and unprecedented territory for you and you're probably terrified. Hell, I'm scared too.

"But the way I figure it we really only get one chance in college and we'll regret it if we don't take full advantage of it. Classes are really only a part of this and having a fun social life, by which I mean partying and all the fun things that come along with it, is only a part of it as well.

"This is a part of it too. Getting involved. Putting yourself out there. Taking risks. Finding yourself."

She took my hands in hers and squeezed them reassuringly.

"That's all that you're doing here. You're finding yourself. You're discovering who you are because you don't know and neither do I and so you're going to try on new personas and hobbies and activities like they're new outfits, which I'm going to give you plenty of as well.

"You're going to join clubs, whether it's the same ones as mine or not is up to you but you're going to join them. I'm going to make sure you're going to join them. Put your name down for at least a few and show up to at least a few of them and give them a good shot and in the end you'll find something you like.

"I fucking guarantee it."

And I'd agreed because I made a rule and that rule was to trust Rachel. She was going to be my guide in all the ways she thought and more, and besides which she had a point.

I'd gone through this all before and I hadn't embraced it quite as much as I could have the first time and it did, indeed, lead to regret in the end.

So with this new beginning? Well I wasn't going to make the same mistakes again.

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