Of course, since Jamey was a guy, Annie flirted openly. The boys in the dorm called her “Bunny” because of her reputation as a cock hound (and because she had a nice tail, they always added). Annie confirmed that her reputation was earned during one of their weekly study/coffee sessions. Annie Moore was a slut. Those were actually Annie’s words in describing herself. She complained about the double standard for boys and girls when it came to sex. “A dude fucks seven different chicks in seven nights and he’s a fuckin’ stud. He’s a player. A chick does two dudes in a month and she’s a slut. Well, I’m here to give “slut” a good name. If a girl is a slut because she enjoys a stiffy every now and then, then by all means, call me SLUT.”

Eric Clapton was poignantly singing and Jamey was watching incredulously as the blonde knockout tiptoed in the darkness and called her name.

“. . . and then she asks me, do i look alright? and i say yes, you look wonderful tonight”

“Jamey, I know you’re here. Is that you there?”

With no other plan available, Jamey finally answered. “Oh, hey Annie. I thought I heard someone.” Jamey had switched back to her guy-voice and she felt Kip tense slightly behind her as he heard it again.

“Whatcha doin’?” Annie asked; a little mischief always present in her sexy voice.

This was the second time tonight Jamey had had to field this question. The first time had started out difficult and turned wonderful. She couldn’t see how this time could possibly end well.

Jamey explained about the class project and the cleaning. It sounded lame this time around, especially with Kip’s arms now wrapped around her from behind. Annie had evidently seen Jamey’s bike outside the back door and invited herself in. Jamey was pissed at herself for getting so careless.

“So why are you hiding behind that curtain?”

Ah, yes, why indeed. Then an answer came to her. “It’s a drama thing,” Jamey explained. “I immerse myself in the curtains, only my face visible. Without a body, I can become any character, play any part.” Kip started to laugh in her ear and Jamey cleared her throat loudly to cover up whatever the music didn’t drown out. “I am a priest. I am a drunkard,” she announced. “I am an athlete. I am a wizard.” Jamey felt a little silly but she was actually warming up to this.

“So what were you when I came in?”

“I was a warrior,” Jamey said in her most commanding voice.

“Tell me about this warrior,” Annie said.

Jamey continued to play the part, made slightly more difficult by Kip’s wondering hands on her ass. She was afraid to let go of the curtain and, therefore, there was little she could do to stop him. And if truth be told, little she wanted to do.

“I was victorious,” Jamey continued. “The battle raged for many days and I conquered all. When you walked in, I was returning to my village a hero.”

“I can see you as the mighty warrior. How do your people receive you?”

“A feast is thrown in my honor. Dancing and singing relive the battle for all to celebrate and worship me.” Jamey was really getting into this. It didn’t hurt that Kip was fondling her boobs and grinding that huge pole on her butt.

“And the women? Do they give themselves freely to you?” Annie was breathing heavier and Jamey thought she saw her hand slip up and rub over one of her large hooters.

“The women are mine to use as I please. They are sluts.” Annie moaned at the use of the word “slut”. Kip reached around and started to unbutton her jeans. Elton John was just cranking up “Rocket Man” on the scratchy radio and everything seemed a little surreal.

Jamey was still on fire from before. Even though she had cum intensely, she still begged for someone to touch her pussy. Jamey’s jeans fell to her ankles and Kip reached up to pull her soaking panties down, laughing and shaking his head as he discovered and removed the jockstrap and sock-penis. Jamey said, “I am the conquering warrior. My strength is great and my cock is hard. My seed is gold. Only the most fortunate whore wins my cock. It is an honor for my cum to soil the lucky slut’s face and tits.” Could this script get any worse? Jamey blamed it on Kip’s grinding and pawing and her intense horniness.

In the darkness, Annie began crawling slowly toward Jamey and Kip. Oh, fuck. What did I do? thought Jamey. “Stop!” she yelled.

Annie stopped and looked wantonly up at Jamey. “Please allow this slut the honor of your cum.”

“. . . and i’m going to be high as a kite by then”

Oh, for fuck’s sake this was getting ridiculous. Jamey was standing, on orgasm-weary legs, behind a velour curtain in the dark. Her tits were bare and her nipples were still tingling from Kip’s talented hands. She had just stepped out of her cum-drenched panties and her pussy was swollen and ready and, incredibly, the guy of her fantasies was standing half-naked behind her rubbing her ass. And oh yeah, the sex starved beauty who was only six feet away and closing wanted nothing more than to suck Jamey’s nonexistent warrior cock. Could this get any weirder? Jamey had to put a stop to this before Annie got close enough to stick a tongue in her snatch. Wait. That actually sounded heavenly. If she could convince Annie that her clit was really just a very small penis then . . .

“Tell her to approach slowly and give you her hands,” Kip whispered in Jamey’s ear. Not really understanding where Kip was going with this, Jamey simply repeated what he told her. “Now spread your legs,” he said quietly.

“Now spread your legs,” repeated Jamey. Annie began to spread her legs.

“No, not her. You!” Kip said, positioning himself behind her. What the hell was he doing? “Now take her hands and tell her that only her slut mouth can touch the mighty warrior.” Thank god the radio was on. Kip’s whispers were shrouded in Phill Collins’ haunting ballad. Jamey thought she understood what Kip had in mind. From behind the curtain, he could stick his trouser snake out and take the blow job. Jamey would hold Annie’s hands and talk dirty to her. No relief in sight for her pleading pussy and Annie would get to suck on Kip’s wonder rod before her, but it was looking like Jamey just might escape this mess with her secrete fairly intact.

“You will suck me, most fortunate slut.” Jamey commanded. “But you are not worthy to touch my warrior cock with your whore hands.” God, Jamey felt like she was in the worst B-movie ever. “You will worship my cock. You will suck me until I cum and you will proudly take my semen on your face. If you are unable bring me off with your mouth alone, miserable slut, then I will have your ass. And I mean, HAVE YOUR ASS!”

Jamey started to move aside for Kip but he obviously had other plans. She felt something poke the back of her thigh, then slide under her ass and through her legs. Oh my God! Jamey thought. He’s going to stick his dick out of the underside of my cunt!

“. . . i can feel it coming in the air tonight, oh lord”

Jamey instinctively looked down and made out the outline of about six inches of thick, hard cock emerging from between her legs. Good god, he must be fucking gigantic!

“. . . i’ve been waiting for this moment, all my life, oh lord”

Kip’s cock rubbed up against Jamey’s soaking pussy. Finally, thought Jamey, something rubbing my throbbing cunt!

As Jamey’s/Kip’s cock protruded from the opening in the curtain, Annie crawled forward and stuck out her tongue. She flicked it in the air and slowly moved forward until it reached the head of her/his penis. Annie licked on the tip of their johnson as Jamey reached around behind Kip and squeezed his ass, pulling him closer to her, and through her. Suddenly, Jamey realized that in grabbing Kip, she had released Annie’s hand. Oh, fuck, what if she reached up to stroke her boner? What if she tried to grab her balls? But so far Annie had not reached out for Kip’s wang. Hanging on to the curtain with one hand, Jamey hoped that Annie continued to take this warrior game seriously and use only her mouth.

Jamey looked down in the dark and saw that Annie had wrapped her lips around her dick and was slowly working her mouth down the shaft. Jamey felt so dominant. Is this what it was like to have a cock? All of the pretending she had done could not have prepared her for the feelings she was experiencing at this moment.

Jamey reached a hand down and moved Annie’s blonde hair away from her face. Annie had used her free hand to unbutton her blouse and unclasp her bra. Jamey watched in the shadows as Annie rubbed her own huge fun bags and Jamey ran her finger to trace Annie’s upper lip as her erection slid in and out of her mouth. She let her finger linger there and feel her own cock being sucked. Annie wrapped her tongue around Jamey’s finger and pulled it to her mouth. She bobbed up and down on her finger until Jamey pulled it out and grabbed the back of Annie’s head, forcing her back down on her dick again. Jamey brought her hand close to her neatly trimmed kitty and wrapped her fingers around the “base” of her thick phallus, holding it while Annie continued to blow her. Meatloaf was singing “Paradise by the Dashboard Lights” and Jamie was a fucking dude!