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Ugly Duckling - "Champions"
On a Thursday night, halfway through the semester, I was sitting at my desk, shuffling my feet against the floor, trying to work my way through John Stuart Mill, for a class in Philosophy, and Kira was lying on her bed, reading a "Roots of Judaism" text for one of her Theology courses. Something had been bothering me all day, and I was finally able to find the words to express it to Kira.
"Hon, can I ask you a question, and have you give me your best impartial answer?" I said.
"Uh huh," Kira answered absently, absorbed in the thick book.
"Well, do you think that I could ever be `good looking?' I mean, I know I could never be beautiful or anything like that, but do you think that, maybe with, like an extreme make over or something, I could be, uh, maybe not too ugly?'" Kira looked up at me, over the lenses of her reading glasses, something that I always thought looked cute.
"Rachel, honey, I think you're already beautiful......" Kira ventured.
"I know baby, and I love you beyond life for it, but you're not being impartial, and that's what I really need here," I said. "Could I ever be pretty, or good looking, or cute, or, not gross if, say, people taught me to do stuff to look better?" There were tears in my eyes already, and I had a feeling that this was going to be harder for me to discuss than I had expected.
"C'mere baby, Kira said, patting the mattress next to where she was stretched out, her upper body resting against the headboard, her panties-covered bottom and bare legs and feet resting on the mattress. She was wearing a tee shirt with "Cheerleader Squad" in green silk-screened on it, no bra, her hair hanging loose, and a pair of white athletic socks, and of course, her panties had kittens on them, this being Thursday. Kira was sometimes a slave to habit.
I got up and padded over to her, I was a little more formally dressed, wearing cutoffs and an old golf shirt of my father's, that I'd rescued when my mother got around to throwing out his clothes sometime after his death, and my fuzzy cat slippers that I thought were cute, but at which Kira rolled her eyes, something I thought was perhaps just a tiny bit hypocritical, given her `animals on the panties' issues, and her own fuzzy bunny slippers.
I sat down next to her, and Kira put her arms around me and hugged me, her fingers stroking my long brown hair. I never needed a hug so badly as then, and I felt so warm and safe in her arms there. Of course, that just made me start crying for real, then. Kira held me, and just made quiet little "shshsh" sounds, and rocked me back and forth. The smell and warmth of her hair was comforting to me, and reminded me of the few times I could remember when my mother was a mother, and hadn't been actively trying to fuck with my head.
I kind of cried myself out, and looked at Kira, and I said, "I'll bet I look REAL attractive now, huh?" And Kira said, "My impartial answer is, `You've looked better.'" I started giggling and said, "This is my serious heartfelt problem for the day, and YOU'RE making me giggle?" I tried to look outraged, but didn't have much luck.
"Okay, seriously Rachel, you really ARE good looking, that's my impartial answer. And the feminist, empowering answer is that looks are a man-generated non issue, and that looks aren't important. But I understand that you want to demonstrate to yourself somehow that you're good looking, at least that's what I THINK you want." Kira looked at me uncertainly, and I slowly nodded my head, as I looked deeply into her soft blue eyes. My fingers nervously flattened the wrinkles in the sheet next to me.
"Yeah, that kind of sounds like it. I'd just like to BELIEVE that I'm not ugly," I said, tears welling up again. I rubbed my eyes to clear them, and sniffled, then looked at Kira.
"Do you think that you'll EVER believe you're good looking?" Kira said, "given what your mother did to you?" She pulled a tissue from the tissue box on her side of the bed, and handed it to me. I dabbed at my eyes and nose. "Think about it. You wonder if you could ever be considered good looking,' but you keep defaulting to not ugly.' And the longer you talk about your looks, the lower your self-assessment becomes."
"I didn't notice that," I said, mulling over her words. "But I think that I can." A brief smile flashed over my face, and then was gone, like a passing butterfly.
"Well then, it's for sure that you're not going to believe that I can be impartial about your looks," Kira said, thoughtfully, her hand over mine. "And I don't think that you could be impartial about your looks either. So, maybe if somebody else said you were attractive,' cute,' whatever, then you'd have to believe them, right?" Her eyes remained steady on mine.
"Yeah, I guess so," I said. "But none of our friends would tell us the truth if they thought it would hurt either of us, and strangers would just think I was crazy if I asked them." We both sat there for a while, my fingers absently stroking Kira's bare thigh, so smooth and tan. Kira seemingly went back to reading her Theology text, and had perused a paragraph or two of it, when she suddenly slammed the book shut, making a loud CRACK!, and startling me.
"I know!" Kira said. "The Winter Festival, just before Christmas break. There's always a contest to elect `Santa's Helpers.' It's supposed to be a charitable thing to raise money, but it ends up being a beauty contest, at least for the girls. The guys usually end up electing a dog, or a wacky celebrity or something as the male Santa's Helpers."
"A dog?" I said.
"Yeah, one year they elected a bottle of beer - they don't seem to take it very seriously," she said. "But, it's always been pretty competitive among chicks." I giggled.
"You sound like a guy. Chicks?"
"Why not?" Kira said, mock-leering at me. "I like the same thing." She cupped one of my breasts, and gently squeezed it, bringing her lips to mine and kissing me for a few moments. She pulled her face away from mine, and said, "Anyway, I think a beauty contest is just what you need, sexist or not."
"I don't think I'm ready for that," I said. "I mean a campus-wide contest, that's ridiculous, I couldn't compete with most of the girls here!"
"Well, I disagree with you, I think you could, but that's the beauty of it. Er, sorry. I mean that's what makes it perfect. It's a dorm-wide competition. Each dorm elects their own male and/or female Santa's Helpers. You can compete for the Female Santa's Helper from The Madhouse!' Besides the great honor of representing Madison Hall, there are many awesome gifts for the winners, I think last year Ellen Johnson from the 3rd floor, and an Abyssinian named Clyde' won a big bag of Cheetos and a $10 Starbucks gift card. I think Clyde got the Cheetos, and Ellen got the gift card..... or was it the other way around.....?"
Kira pretended to look thoughtful, so I hit her with my pillow. I think any jury in the country would vote to acquit, don't you? LOL
"So, what do you think? I'd ADORE helping you get dressed up, and made up, and do your hair, and, and, everything! I'm getting excited!" Kira smiled happily.
"Mm, do you REALLY think it'll be okay?" I said. "I don't mean do you think that I'll win, I just mean, do you think I won't get too embarrassed?"
"Sure, it's a secret vote, they only announce the winners, so nobody else gets embarrassed, see?"
"In that case, okay, and I REALLY, REALLY, REALLY appreciate you helping me, `cause I don't have a clue what to do!" I hugged Kira, and then we kissed, our soft and full lips coming together, the sweetest, most romantic sensation I've ever truly felt every time I've done it. The sweetest thing about my lovely, blonde goddess Kira, is that she's ALWAYS so good to me, even if I don't deserve it. Her lips, so full and warm, softly conveyed her love for me, gently pressing against mine, her breath through her nose blowing warmly and lightly across my cheek. Her strong, small hands held me, as though she were afraid I was going to fly away in the middle of our kiss.
Her full, ripe breasts pressed against mine, and I sensed, rather than actually felt, her small pink nipples hard and erect against my own breasts. I brought one hand up to feather it across her left breast, feeling her roundness, and her heat. I could die, having known Kira's breasts, everything else was a bonus in life. We broke our kiss apart, and I looked into her eyes. I was stunned to see a glimmer of fear there. "Kira, what?" I said, fearful now myself.
"Nothing," she said. "I just don't want to ever lose you...."
"I will never leave you," I said, perhaps foolishly. It's for certain that the gods laugh at such pride and conceit on the part of lovers. But I was new to the Art of Loving, and didn't know any better.
Not yet a time for lovemaking, we both snuggled down on the bed, and kissed and caressed, inhaled each other's sweet, moist fragrance, assessed each other's state of arousal by pressing lips to softly-fevered flesh, lightly connected fingers to moisture. I remember my hands softly cupping Kira's warm, round bottom, our heat connecting, but not our flesh, my hands outside of her thin cotton panties, her nimble fingers idly stroking my crotch, through the worn blue denim. We both came, gently and just barely, lazily, because that was right for the time. As I was dozing off, Kira whispered, "Just one rule in the Pageant."
"What's that?" I mumbled.
"No fuzzy cat slippers on contestants," she said.
"Not even on Clyde?" I said. Her answer was inaudible as we both fell asleep.
The next day, we both got up pretty early, and headed out to our respective classes, a full day for both of us. I didn't get back to the room until 7, after a late class and dinner at the dining hall, salad and chicken fingers, with a glass of milk. I walked in, to find Kira at her study desk, wearing her usual animal panties (giraffes this time), white athletic socks, and a plain blue polyester blend collared blouse, nothing else. Her long, blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders fetchingly. She leaned her face up to me to be kissed, and after some small talk and catching up, I stripped down to panties and tee shirt, and headed over to the desk on the other side of the room to start my studies.
I had opened up my text, and was reading, for probably 15 minutes, when I heard a soft voice call, "Baby?"
I swiveled my arm chair around, to see Kira in her arm chair, facing me, a mysterious, faint smile on her face. Kira didn't say a word, but, looking at me through heavy-lidded eyes, slowly brought her right hand up to the top button on her blouse, fingering it open, then moving on to the next, and the next languidly, until her blouse hung open, and the inner swell of her full, creamy breasts was exposed, and I could see the little peaks her tiny, erect pink nipples made in the crisp fabric.
I was pleased to see that Kira wasn't wearing a bra, and had decided to share a view of her beautiful body with me, her beautiful breasts forcing the fabric apart, like a broad-shouldered football player crashing through a line of opponents. But Kira didn't stop there. She pulled the blouse off her shoulders, but left it still on, like a stole, so that my entire focus was on her lovely breasts, their full swell, and her sweet, oh so feminine pink nipples and areolas. She brought her hand up to her erect nipple on her right breast, and began circling it lightly with her finger.
I looked at Kira, and she was clearly excited, and caught up in her own seduction of me. She looked straight into my eyes, and licked her upper lip for me, then her lower lip, her upper torso moving faintly, sinuously and slowly. I licked my own lips, as my mouth had turned dry for some reason. Kira moved her hips forward on the chair a few inches, causing my eyes to focus there momentarily, and I could see a noticeable wet spot, glistening right where the slit of her pussy was hidden, her fluid in excess wetting the fabric there with her cream.
Kira continued stroking her breast, then went on to lightly pinching each of her nipples, the small, wet circle at her crotch getting larger. I found my own hand now, between my legs, absently stroking the outline of my pussy. I could feel my curly pubic hair compress, spring-like, under my fingers, as I strove to make more contact with the sensitive nerve endings there, in my clit and my labia, as they engorged with blood and my passion rose sharply. A faint whiff of my own musk rose up to tickle my nose, and inflame my lust further.
Soon, we were both engaged in a mutual exhibition, and a wonderful masturbatory seduction, Kira softly stroking her small, rough nipples, then bringing her other hand to the sweet area between her slim thighs, and tracing the outline of her labia, pausing to stroke her swollen pink clit, and, wetting her finger against the moist fabric, brought her finger delicately to her nose, and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her tight, little pussy, then taking the wet finger into her mouth and sucking it in between her soft lips.
I gave a little moan, and slipped my finger under the elastic legband of my own panties, in the crease of my pubic vee on the right side, my finger finding my own wet, open slit an inch away, and slipped inside my tight opening. My hips pushed forward at this stimulation, causing my finger to slip all the way inside, and I moaned again.
I took the finger out of my hot vagina, reluctantly, then echoed Kira's actions, bringing the wet digit up to my nose to smell, and become intoxicated by, the musky, fragrant aroma of my aroused pussy, and slipped the cream-coated finger into my mouth, to savor the flavor of a hot pussy.
Kira, on seeing that, cooed softly, then more blatantly pulled the front of her panties down, giving me an intoxicating view of her small blonde bush, her swollen, pink lips and reddish slit between, and, nestled just below her bush, the tiny, pink treasure of a pearl. She leaned back in her chair, exposing her sweet cunt to me, making herself sexually available to me, submitting to me, inviting me inside her.
That pink, wet pussy, pouting and plump, reeled me in, like a deep sea fisherwoman hauling in a sailfish. As though in a dream I rose up, pulled off my tee shirt to bare my breasts for her, my brown nipples stiffly erect for her mouth and fingers, and walked over to Kira, sprawled dreamily in her study chair, her blouse still on, but covering nothing, her pussy pushed forward, the panties covering her wet slit again. Kira looked up at me and smiled sexily, a woman in full sexual heat. Her hands went to my panties, one hand tugging at the waistband, the other closely cupping my cunt and bush. Kira tugged my panties off one hip, the bottoms uncovering one ass cheek, then, switching hands, so that her other hand now cupped and pressed my fabric-covered pussy, lowered my panties off the other hip, baring my other ass cheek, so that I essentially had nothing on, other than where her hand inexplicably still covered my hole with the fabric of my panties.
Then she pushed, and rotated the fabric against my mons and opening, until it was soaked with my own cream, and fragrant with my musk. Kira then lowered her hand from my pussy, taking away the last vestige of cloth covering me, and brought my wet panties down to the floor, where I stepped out of them. She then brought the moist panties up to her cute nose, and, covering her face with them, inhaled the scent of the most intimate parts of my body. After one deep breath, she gently took the panties off her face, then placed them aside on the desk, like a birthday present set aside while one thanks the gift-giver.
Kira looked up at me, her full pink lips whispering, "My beautiful lover," then put her hand on my bottom, and pulled me, willingly, toward her face. My hips on the same level as her mouth, her intentions were obvious, and I brought my legs astraddle the chair to make it easier for her. Kira's soft lips gently kissed my bush, the springy brown hair there, rebounding from her lips pressed against it, then ducked her head slightly to bring the tip of her pink tongue against the pink of my clit, her knowing tongue applying just the right amount of friction on that sensitive organ.
I gasped, the immediate pleasure of her touch surprising me, then pressed my full hips against her mouth, greedily seeking greater contact. Kira sensed this, and pulled back to maintain her light contact, but compensated for my anticipated disappointment, by insinuating one of her index fingers, moistened with her own pussy cream, between the globes of my full, warm bottom. I moaned, to feel her long finger delving deeper into my compliant furrow. I put my hands on the back of her head to try to force her face into my heated cunt, but she was enjoying teasing me too much.
I stood up on my tiptoes, to try to get her hot tongue into my leaking slit, and finally, Kira thrust her tongue deep inside me, and I moaned deeply as I felt her thrusting into me, and her cute snub nose deliberately bumping into my sensitive clit. Meanwhile, Kira was alternately finger fucking my ass hole, and scraping her sharp nail around the outside of my anal pucker.
"Oh, honey, I'm cumming now," I said, as shocks of electricity radiated out of my clit, throughout my body. "Oh, GOD!" I screamed. "OH, YEAH!! FUCK!" I was afraid that I might get too loud, and attract attention down the hall - goodness knows what the girls in the next room thought already, the way we fucked! I held on, through several orgasmic waves, then stroked my fingers through Kira's long hair as she slowed her licking of my increasingly sensitive clit. She slipped her finger out of my ass, and, reaching up, teasingly tapped the tip of my nose with the finger, then my lips. I was afraid to open my mouth, I didn't know if she'd slip her dirty finger between my lips. The smell was stimulating, though, and strangely, wonderfully attractive.
Kira stood up and smiled at me, her face glistening with my juices, and brought her lips to mine, her hands framing my face. Cum was something I was a little more used to, and I kissed her back gratefully, the fragrance was wonderful, but it only made me hungrier for her own feminine cream. "Let's get in bed," I whispered in her ear. Kira nodded, and we held our embrace as we sort of hopped together over to the bed, then fell on it. The impact separated us, and Kira slid herself into the center of the bed.
I kneeled next to her as she centered herself, on her back, her sweet body open and available to me. As she looked at me expectantly and vulnerable, I turned around on the bed, then lay down next to her, on my side, my feet at the head of the bed, my head at her feet. Kira whistled, "This looks like fun! Where'd you learn this? I know I didn't teach it to you ...."
"You're not the only one who knows different sexual positions, y'know," I teased back. "What do you think I'm doing on the Internet, when I'm not looking up data reports on the Dow Jones Index?"
"Dow Jones this, motherfucker!" Kira squealed, and quickly brought her head between my legs, my thighs parting to allow her closer access to my cunt. Meanwhile, I moved so that I was laying on top of her in the classic `69' position, and urged her legs up, which canted her pussy right into my face. I could smell her wet puss, and began lapping at her swollen labia, her exposed clit, and deep inside her silky opening, in no particular order or effort to build her to an orgasm. Rather, I was concerned about getting myself as deeply into her cunt as possible.
Kira pulled my hips, cunt and ass onto her face, and she resumed licking at me as she'd done before, and both of her hands were busy playing with, and stroking, my ass cheeks and hole. In that position my ass hole was pulled open for her. We lay there joined, licking each other's sweet pussies, and generating numerous mild orgasms. I could feel Kira's cums, as her pussy tightened around my tongue, and she produced more of her creamy fluid, though you couldn't say that she "came" in my mouth, as pleasant as I found that thought to be.
I felt Kira pulling my thighs forward, and knowing her as well as I did, I complied, and soon I felt her full, soft and oh, so warm lips pressed against my nether hole, her tongue fucking me back there, in and out. I wiggled my ass on her face with the pleasure of it all, and I knew that I would return this very special pleasure to her tonight. Kira fucked my ass with her long tongue for about 5 minutes, then I sat up, and looked over my shoulder (though there was nothing to see, her face being under my ass, LOL), and I announced, "I'm gonna do you now."
Kira lay her head back down on the mattress, and let me proceed. Undoubtedly, her neck and tongue were a little sore from the angle, and all. I pulled her legs back up, and past me, so that she was nearly jackknifed, her thighs pressing against her breasts. Her pussy was tempting, lying there open and easily available to me again, but I wanted Kira's beautiful ass this time. I pulled her trim thighs a little further back, and there lay her little ass hole, all pink, and puckered and so sweet to contemplate,
"Kira baby, your little puckered rear hole is so pretty, sweetie," I said. "It looks so kissably perfect .... would you like me to kiss it?"
From behind and under me I heard, "Oh yeah, baby, kiss it."
"Can I lick it?" I said, teasingly.
"Uh huh, I'd like you to lick my pink little hole. It aches for your touch, and your tongue," Kira said.
"What else would you like, honey?" I said, gently blowing on her rear opening, and watching her sphincter muscle open and close, then open again, revealing her pinkness inside.
"Umm, oh baby, would you mind sticking your sweet little tongue inside there?" Kira said, seductively.
"Inside where?" I responded.
"Umm, baby, inside my tight, hot, pink virginal cheerleader ass hole that I've never, ever let anyone else ever look at, much less touch, much less fuck with her tongue....PLEASE BABY, fuck me now, hard and deep inside my ass, with your hot fuckin' tongue, `til I cum and cum and cum, then kiss me hard and deep, and fuck my mouth with your tongue that was just deep inside my ass!!!"
Well, enough teasing, I figured, and I fucked Kira's sweet little anus with my tongue until she DID cum, about a dozen times. The taste, and smell of Kira's ass were one of the greatest pleasures of my life, and afterwards, we kissed for hours, and she licked all of my face, and I hers. Kira got up and snatched my panties off the desk, then clutched them in her hand next to her nose, and we fell asleep for the rest of the night, waking up a couple of times each, to finger each other's pussy and clit, and make the other cum in her sleep.
Over the next few weeks leading up to the Winter Festival, I slavishly followed Kira's directions in `toning up, fixing up, cuteing up,' as she put it. She had me visit the Fitness Center every day, and I learned about the equipment there, and began doing a light series of exercises that helped me to lose 15 pounds, down to 130, and just generally tone up my muscles and help me with attitude, too. A side benefit of spending time there, were all the really toned girls who spent time there, and their skimpy outfits. I hoped I wouldn't have to compete with them, but I surely didn't mind looking at them, and using my imagination. I didn't think of it as cheating on Kira, only stretching my fantasy life a little. Along with the gym, Kira introduced me to Yoga, and helped me to learn how to center myself, and focus on each part of my being, and just plain relax. I know it sounds goofy, but it worked, and, it WAS California, after all, LOL.
In addition, Kira and I went shopping, and we bought me several really nice outfits, that she said were hip,' but a cut above the usual jeans and tee shirts and/or flannel shirt that we all inevitably wore, day in and day out, plus a bikini for the swimsuit competition.' Yeah, sisters, I know - it's sexist and debasing. On the other hand, I did look pretty good for the first time in my life, and I happen to LIKE looking at other women wearing very little, so fuck off with the militant Stonewall crap for a little while, `kay?
Kira had a couple of friends who counseled me on ways that I could use just a little makeup to promote my good features, and hide my imperfections. Another friend was an amateur hairstylist, and she cut my hair in an Ashlee Simpson cut, that, to be honest, REALLY made me look good. I was astounded, honestly. And for any girlfriends reading this, I DO NOT endorse Ashlee's `dumb girl' act, or her sister's either, but I'm willing to admit she knows how to look pretty nice. Truth to tell, I'd LOVE to fuck Ashlee, LOL! As long as I didn't have to talk to her afterwards, he he.
We spent a full 2 weeks just before the competition, making me comfortable with being a girl, doing my own face, arranging my hair til I was happy with it, dressing myself, and of course, working out at the gym, so by the night of the competition,' I was feeling pretty good about myself. Kira and I had a light dinner at the dining hall, probably the best way to approach their food (groan), and then I showered and when I came back into our room, Kira gave me one of those shoulder rub/massage things that boxers get before their big fight, and Kira gave me the big speech she'd undoubtedly been working on for weeks.
"Rachel, just remember that this competition isn't a contest at all, it's YOUR chance to show the world that, when Rachel Jones chooses to show off, she does it IN STYLE! It doesn't matter whether you come in first, or last, or whatever, because you've ALREADY WON!!..." she went on like that for about 5 minutes, while I smirked at her, and finally she said, "WHAT?"
I said, "Kira, first, you sound like Burgess Meredith in `Rocky,' second, you've got a little piece of spinach on your front tooth there, and third, you've done a magnificent job of getting me ready, building my confidence, and making me love you even more than I thought possible! I'm ready, babe!"
Kira grinned at me, and said, "Okay, then, that's the most important thing. Which tooth is it?" I smacked her butt, then put on my outfit, a casual raw silk blouse and linen skirt combination, with semi-high heels to make my butt say, `FUCK ME!!!' to the voters. And, oh yes, I had practiced on those evil sucker shoes for a week. If I didn't already have Kira's heart, I would have dreaded the thought of having to wear high heels to catch another chick's eye. I put my thong bikini, a Hawaiian Island print, into my bag, and we headed down to the lounge on the first floor.
The RA was the emcee, and she was hamming it up, with really bad jokes and all, and the crowd of about 60 students groaned at all the right parts. The crowd was about 40/20 girls to guys, with the 20 guys dates or steadies of some of the girls in the dorm. There were 5 of us competing for the "Miss Madhouse Santa's Helper" title, and 2 guys plus a really cute tiny pet turtle named `Sylvester," running for "Mr. Miss Madhouse Santa's Helper" (since it WAS a girls' dorm).
Fortunately, there was no talent competition, they just went right to the cheesecake (and beefcake, and, yes, turtlecake), so the 8 of us were lined up in front of everyone, and introduced with name, class, and floor. The emcee had told the crowd that they were forbidden from making any sounds (cheering or booing) during the introductions, so as not to hurt feelings, but they were unable to contain themselves when the emcee introduced the last contestant, Sylvester. I admit I cheered for him too - he was SO cute on his little plastic island! I think he waved to the crowd, but that might just be the excitement clouding my memory of the moment.
Well, we just kind of clumsily pirouetted, and stood around for a while, then the RA - emcee announced the swimsuit portion, so we 5 girls headed to the ladies restroom off the lounge, and changed clothes there. Kira gave me a `thumbs up' from the crowd as I left with the others. Once inside, we stripped down, and I was shocked to see every girl there, openly scoping each other's naked body! I wasn't sure if it was a female thing, checking out the competition, or a sexual thing, looking for potential lovers. As for me, it was both - though I certainly wasn't looking for a new bedmate, I'll be the first to admit that a beautiful face or feminine body, or both, WILL catch my eye.
Frankly, I thought most of the other girls were better looking than me, but I wasn't fazed by that, with Kira's speech still ringing in my ears. I felt I was already a winner, just being there.
We trooped back out, and the 2 guys, and Sylvester, were already lined up and waiting. We got in line, then did the same silly posing as before, and formed an impromptu conga line and started shimmying around the room. Crowd members joined in until we had a kind of conga - bunny hop line going. I could swear the female contestant behind me, a junior from the second floor, had her hands all over my ass, though I suppose the girl in front of me could have said the same, LOL.
Finally, the RA blew a whistle and announced the secret ballot. I stood with Kira, and we held hands (not so unusual between girls, plus our relationship was starting to become an open secret anyway), and we waited breathlessly, as did the others, while the voting went on and then the votes were counted. After a long, long pause, the RA announced, "First, the winner of the Mr. Miss Madhouse crown is ...... is..... is ....." until the crowd started booing her, then " ... is Sylvester Turtle!" Everybody applauded wildly, and there were several calls from guys of "Way to go, Sylvester!" and "You're the man!"
I was starting to feel the pressure. Kira noticed it and squeezed my hand, whispering in my ear, "It's all over, Rachel, you don't have to do ANYTHING now, it's out of your hands, you can relax." That calmed me down, and I smiled over in gratitude to her.
Then the RA announced, "And the next and reigning Miss Madhouse is .... Misty Shepherd!"
Misty was the girl who'd had her hands on my ass in the conga line, and she really DID look nice, so I felt very happy for her. Kira hugged me, and said, "I'm sorry, Kira ....", and I said, "I'M not!" and smiled back at her. "That year of shopping center openings and autograph signings the winner has to fulfill is hell!" I joked. Kira impulsively kissed my cheek, that wonderful, wonderful woman of mine.
Well, except for one thing, the rest of the evening was a normal dorm party, after the contestants had a chance to change into normal clothes (jeans, tee shirts, oh yeah!) And Kira and I mingled, and just generally had a good time for about an hour. We got separated for a while, but I had loads of fun talking to the other students. Many told me that they'd voted for me, and I thanked them.
Finally, the party pretty much broke up, so Kira and I drifted upstairs, and got ready for bed. Kira stripped naked, and I said, "Baby, would you sleep naked tonight?" And she smiled, and said, "Sure, if you will too." I nodded happily, and we crawled into bed, spooning, her petite, lovely, feminine body embraced in mine, my pussy nestled up against the warmth and softness of her full ass, my left hand cupping her left breast, the nipple a little pebble between my fingers. Her left hand was a little behind her, on the outside of my thigh.
Kira mumbled, "Do you want to know how you did? The RA told me ....."
"No," I whispered in her ear, and paused, then said, "4 girls and 2 guys gave me their cell phone numbers while you and I were separated at the party. I think I know now...." Kira gave a little start, then relaxed in my arms.
"But you're sleeping with me tonight," she whispered, confidently.
"Go to sleep," I said, and kissed her downy cheek. And we slept.
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