Chapter 2

  I woke up the next morning expectant and curious about what was
going to happen. I knew it was not over between Professor Ryan
and I but had no idea where it could lead. He was building a web
and I should have been cutting strands.
  Doris Alex was tempting bait though.
  I took a shower and got ready for work. I tried not to wake up
my roommate but failed since I was not trying very hard.
  My roommate was not a bad guy. He was a child of privilege; his
parents paid for school, a new car because he got into a good
college, etc. He and I populated different realities, but at
least I knew that. He did not and thus complained to anyone who
would listen that I was an asshole.
  I was, but so was he.
  I knew I was; he had no clue.
  I had two jobs; on Friday nights and weekends as a busboy in
what I called an expensive steak house, and during the week at
the school computer labs. One required zero brain cells and the
other paid me to do homework.
  Thursdays, I had three classes after work but never bothered
going to all of them. My majors covered most of my core allowing
me to work through my degree classes much sooner than my
classmates. I tried to skip most introductory courses;
unfortunately, some departments required specific ones. I was
only a sophomore and should have fit in with the students taking
introductory classes, except I was older and more mature. Two of
my Thursday classes were intros I could not avoid but had already
taken the higher level versions of. The only class I usually
attended on Thursdays was my poetry writing class. It was
annoying due to some of the less creative and unconvinced about
their lack of talent personalities that populated the class, but
there was always one piece per session that made it worthwhile.
  I walked into class and looked around for new hair colors.
Finding none, I took my usual seat in the back. I was the closest
to normal in the room, which did not say much for everyone else.
I reread the submitted poetry we were supposed to critique that
class period when Melisa Bryar walked in.
  I could say I was the 'closest' to normal because Melisa was
absolutely and almost obscenely normal.
  She was 5 foot 1, blond hair, with light green eyes. The eyes
were fascinating; green eyes are usually dark green or flecked
with brown. Very few I ever saw were a true green and even fewer
a light pure green. I would have to paint the sky green keeping
the same saturation and brightness of a summer morning to
describe her eyes to someone who had not seen their like before.
  Melisa was an all-American girl, so normal I wondered if she
was an experiment in socialization by the moral majority. She was
a member of the cheerleading squad, a sister in the premier
sorority on campus, and an honors student. I lived on her floor
our freshman year and she did not date, or hang out with jocks
like the other cheerleaders. All she ever seemed to do was study,
practice, and socialize with her sorority sisters.
  A thought struck me, Melisa's best friend was Doris Alex and
both were sisters in the same sorority. I felt the strands
vibrate as another spider stepped onto the web.
  Melisa smiled at the blue-haired poetess in front as she walked
by. The poetess was a lesbian, and reacted to Melisa like a
straight guy might have. As Melisa walked by, the poetess turned
to check out her ass, grimaced and sighed. It would have been
funny if I was not busy trying to figure out how Melisa fit on
the web.
  I forgot about figuring it out and simply hoped Melisa fit.
  Melisa befriended me the year before. I thought it was a
function of living on the same floor and being in a majority of
the same classes. She sat next to me in class if she did not know
anyone, and dragged me to sit next to girls pledging with her or
full sisters if any of them attended. None of her sisters were in
this class so Melisa quite naturally sat next to me all semester.
  I acquired new doubts about how natural 'quite naturally' was.
  Melisa made small talk with me about the poems we were
reviewing; nothing too weird, thankfully. All of a sudden, I
noticed the ring on her right hand; a thick band opening into a
flat white stone. I looked at her; the cat smile of Professor
Ryan's was reflected on her lips. I stared and she opened her
windows to me. It was there; the attention that Doris Alex had
given Professor Ryan's pleasure. Melisa was absolutely focused on
me.
  I received the third surprise in twenty-four hours when
Professor Ryan walked in. He announced that our professor had
been awarded a grant to study Irish poetry in its original form
and paper. She arranged for Professor Ryan to teach the last
weeks of class. He looked directly at Melisa and me. He gave her
a satisfied smile; I took it as a warning to brace myself.
  Everyone's back straightened.
  We were all creative writing majors, which meant Professor Ryan
held a trump card. His permission-only seminar ran for two
semesters and was an intense writing workshop, more than just a
class. He was the only professor in the department widely
published in both poetry and fiction, with connections we could
only dream of. The seminar was the most valuable course our
school offered aspiring authors.
  "Melisa and David," he said looking at us, "neither of you has
turned in your application pieces for my seminar."
  He raised an eyebrow waiting for our answers. The class turned
and there were plenty of questions in their eyes. The seminar was
on my academic plan and why I asked him to be my advisor. I did
not apply for it because I would only be a junior the next year.
Melisa would also be a junior and should not have been thinking
of the seminar either.
  Juniors were rarely accepted in his seminar. Melisa was a
talented writer so no one would question her inclusion. There
were going to be more than a few bitter wanna-be writers hating
me for being in the class.
  "I want to do another draft on one of the pieces, Professor
Ryan," I heard myself say.
  I was not one to spit in the face of opportunity. I had a
couple of pieces I could submit on the moment's notice Professor
Ryan gave me.
  "I put it in your mailbox this morning, sir," Melisa replied.
  She was a college student that addressed older people with
polite sirs and ma'ams. There was something about the way Melisa
said those words that made her more attractive.
  Our classmates were still looking at us suspiciously when the
critiques began. I smiled, wondering if it would make them feel
better to know I was more lost than anyone else in the room.
  As I was leaving, Melisa asked if I wanted the notes to one of
the classes I skipped. It was the first time she ever made the
offer. I watched as she weaved a strand into the web directly
under my feet.
  Melisa was pleasant bait too.
  I told her I would be working on a paper most of the day but
she could bring them by my dorm room at around eight p.m.
  Professor Ryan caught up to me as I headed for the bus stop. He
wanted to reschedule our meeting for the next day at three p.m. I
asked if he was sure he would not be busy. He laughed and said he
would clear his schedule. I agreed to meet, willingly rolling
myself tighter in the web.
  I finished my paper, put it in my professor's box and shrugged
the class out of my schedule. I preferred professors like Dr.
Lawren; the organization of her assigned readings, papers and
class discussions made her final a relative breeze. I had signed
up to take a course with her the next semester.
  I ate dinner by myself and thought about the happenings of the
last day. After an hour of trying to see the whole web, I gave up
and headed to my room. Melisa was waiting for me in the lounge.
She smiled as I came out of the elevator.
  I have always loved blondes. Blondes are allowed to do as they
damn well please as long as I am allowed to watch. Melisa
instinctively grasped this and even leaned on it upon occasion. I
thought the non-aggressive attention I gave her was another
reason she spent so much time around me.
  She had changed into shorts and a t-shirt; very nice shorts,
very tight t-shirt. I was surprised by the sexiness of the
outfit. I had taken Melisa for a moral majority player, but then
again, I classified Doris Alex the same way.
  "Hi, David," she said bouncing up to me.
  "Hello," I replied with false bravado.
  "Got my notes," she said pushing her bookbag at me.
  I smiled and answered in conspiratorial whisper.
  "How about my room for the exchange?"
  She smiled the catnip smile that was beginning to haunt me.
  I held the door to my end of the floor for her; she nodded a
thanks and walked directly to my door. If she had panties on,
they could not have been substantial enough to use as dental
floss.
  I opened the door to find my roommate inside; I almost
expressed my disappointment. Melisa climbed onto my bed; it was
higher than normal because I turned the legs upside down then put
the frame back on. She bounced on it a few times before looking
around. I looked at my roommate, hoping he would be in a
considerate mood and leave us alone.
  He did not.
  Different realities.
  I sighed, Melisa gave me an 'I know what you're thinking'
smile.
  "Well, I guess I'll copy your notes down," I said smiling back.
  "Not necessary, I made photocopies for you," she said.
  I looked at her questioningly. Her lips turned upward, hinting
she was close to the nip.
  "How about a movie?" she asked. "I brought some with me. You
can pick. I've got the 'The story of O', 'The Lover' and..." she
paused dramatically looking at me, "'The Little Mermaid'. I like
a warm body next to me when I watch a movie."
  I looked at my roommate again but his nose remained buried in
his book.
  "'The Little Mermaid' sounds good," I said finally; if I was
going to watch some love scenes with Melisa I was for sure not
going to let my roommate witness it.
  "Cool," she said excitedly. "It's my favorite movie."
  I did not know how much was play-acting and how much was real.
I did know she was a blonde wearing some very nice shorts and a
tight t-shirt. She pulled the movie out of her bookbag and
crawled to the far end of the bed, unnecessarily throwing in a
couple of wiggles. I thought teasing was the only thing on menu
so I enjoyed the view.
  I like women who tease; it is one of the few times a man is
expected to lust openly. It is especially fun when he thinks
there is a Doris Alex type payoff somewhere along the line.
  She popped the video in, and turned the TV on. She turned
around, and crawled back smiling. She knew I had been looking. I
smiled mischievously and sat down on the chair by my desk. She
lay down on her stomach staring at me while the FBI copyright
message came on.
  She pouted.
  I looked back at her innocently. She extended the ring hand to
me. I could not say for sure there was a payoff, but regardless,
not letting Melisa play would be a mistake.
  I got on the bed with her.
  The roommate was either being obtuse or a superior asshole,
probably both.
  She moved so she was on the outside of the bed and leaned back
on me. She folded her hands with her ring hand nearest to me. I
ignored the movie, studying the ring over her shoulder instead.
Gold band, thick for a woman, it nearly covered the entire area
between her knuckles. The stone was pristinely white; looking
like someone peeled a pearl and flattened the peels to make the
face. There was an etching on the band, a man kneeling with a
chain binding his wrists, his head down in submission. I put my
hand on hers and she let me rotate it gently to look at the other
side.
  It had the same etching but a woman.
  Doris Alex came to mind: a woman kneeling in supplication, her
entire being focused on his pleasure. I thought of Melisa in the
same pose, no roommate preferably. I did not believe she would
have cared about him if the ring meant what I thought. I felt
myself get hard and in seconds I was uncomfortably so.
  I tried to find an unobtrusive way to align myself to a more
comfortable angle. Melisa took my movement the wrong way and
lowered her head to rest in my lap.
  I sighed a quiet "FUCK!" to myself; it was not quiet enough.
She turned her body and head enough to look at me with those
green eyes. She was pushing the envelope for a reason. I did not
doubt it was a test, but for what. My only recourse was to allow
the tease and test to continue.
  I exhaled slowly, and smiled at her.
  I stroked her hair, an innocent touch without necessarily being
sexual. It worked to calm my body; focusing my attention on the
feel of her hair instead of my lap where inches away a beautiful
mouth I wanted kissing my skin and surrounding my dick was
smiling at the acceptance of her purpose. I tried to watch the
rest of the movie. Playing with her hair helped to kept me in
control. As a blonde fanatic, anything to do with blonde hair
usually kept me calm.
  Melisa, though, pushed my patience and control almost to the
limit.
  The movie finished and she crawled to the TV and VCR. She threw
in another set of teasing wiggles. There were panties; they were
tiny. I could see the outline of her crease informing me this was
a woman, in case I had doubts.
  She hit the rewind button, and turned her head to watch me
staring at her. Her hips moved in a slow left to right, right to
left motion.
  Left to right, pause, smile, right to left, pause, smile wider.
  She let her head drop down. I had eyes only for her ass
pointing at me like the barrel of a gun threatening damnation if
I failed her test. I heard her pop the tape and the TV screen
turned to snow. She turned around and crawled up my legs until
her face was inches from mine.
  She stared into me; the focus was back; all of her consumed in
me.
  I was leaning against the large drawer set at the head of my
bed. She straddled my lap and sat down. She stared at me and made
slight adjustments looking for the right alignment. Her body
pressed against my groin as her pussy made hard contact with me.
Her eyes lost focus and came back hungry. She pushed down against
the barriers between us pressing me closer to her center. Her
eyes lost focus again as she moved her hips back and forth,
rubbing herself against me. She grabbed my shoulders, curved her
back, touched her forehead to mine, contracted her stomach wall,
and rubbed her covered clit against my dick.
  She stretched her chest forward and her head dropped back. She
lengthened the stroke along my dick for a longer rub.
  She stopped her motion and looked at me. Her eyes were green
fire and I knew she was close to going too far. I could not let
her hunger continue to grow without satisfaction; she wanted to
cross whatever line there was between us. I took a deep breath
and closed my eyes to her. I felt her relax on top of me as I
chose the test instead of letting her lose control.
  I dropped my hands to her ass, one hand on each asscheek. I
spread her and pushed my hips against her. Her body coiled in
sexual tension and she put her face against my neck. I felt her
teeth as she opened her mouth to expel some of her need.
  I kept her ass spread as I moved her back and forth on my dick.
I increased the upward pressure as I guided her towards pleasure.
She whimpered against my neck and kissed it. I absorbed the
desire she was throwing at me knowing what she really wanted. I
felt her go higher and dug my fingers into flesh of her small
tight ass. In that moment, I could be harsh and it only drove her
closer. I tried to spread her even more, and held her still as I
moved my hips to rub myself on her.
  She dug her nails into my arms, battering me with her need and
hunger. She tried to take back control by moving her hips but I
refuted her attempts. Her entire body tightened with desire.
  She took in hard inhalations of breath in a series, bit the
space where my neck and shoulder joined, and whispered a wordless
cry into my ear. Her upper body contracted rapidly, her legs gave
beneath her and she sat down with all her weight on me.
  Her hands released me.
  I moved my hips one last time giving her the last push she
needed. She tumbled end over end. Her entire body tightened
again, she dug her nails into me for a second then flattened her
hands on my chest so she could push on me to get her pussy more
contact with my body. Her breath exploded out of her mouth. After
what seemed an endless moment, her body contracted several times.
She tried to hold in the voice of the waves of pleasure that
crashed through her. It was hard for her to breathe in and out
without letting out the scream her release demanded. She dropped
her forehead on mine and softened the pressure of her hands on my
chest.
  We stayed in that position while she recovered.
  She moved to kneel beside me on the bed and grabbed my blanket.
I looked confused when she covered her lower body and my legs.
She put her hands under the blanket while smiling a tease at me.
She moved under the blanket in a way I thought was her taking off
her shorts and panties. The belief was confirmed when she pulled
both out from under the blanket. She put the shorts beside me and
straddled my lap again.
  She held the panties in front of my face. They were white and I
could not imagine how they might have been smaller. She turned
them inside out and opened the cloth that cupped her pussy when
she wore them. She looked deep into my eyes and put her tongue on
the cloth.
  She licked her pleasure from them and sucked the cloth to draw
as much as she could out.
  She looked at me and made herself a part of my being.
  Her move was slow, giving me plenty of warning, giving me
plenty of time to move away. She put her hands on either side of
my face and moved her lips to mine.
  She tasted so sweet!
  I closed my eyes and her tongue drove into my mouth. We touched
inside and she wrapped her essence around me. I tasted her with
each part of my tongue learning the full flavor of her pleasure.
  We did not kiss, but fed on each other.
  I could taste more than her on the kiss. Her frustration danced
with mine. I tasted her need; it was probably greater as if she
had waited longer for this. She did not like the game either; she
wanted to burn both of us in the bed. Our tongues rubbed each
other hard. I grabbed the back of her head with both hands and
pulled her closer. I felt her fighting me, but only because she
was losing contact with my lower body. I pushed up against her
and she wiped her pussy's moisture off on the crotch of my pants.
Her hands came down on either side of my chest and I felt her
nails digging into me through the shirt.
  I softened the contact of our lips to a normal boy-girl kiss
and felt her disappointment. She tried for a moment to bring me
back. I broke the kiss and she whimpered. I looked into her eyes
giving the question to her purpose; if I touched her naked skin I
would not be able to stop. She nodded at me and took a deep
breath.
  I kissed her again.
  I wanted to make sure I drank in every drop of her that she
sucked from her panties. She rubbed her pussy on me, finishing
the cleaning.
  She broke the kiss and touched my face. She grabbed her shorts
and turned on my lap; putting them on included a lot of wriggling
in my lap for some reason. She turned around and dropped another
brief kiss on my lips.
  She moved backwards to the foot of the bed. She grabbed the
movie out of the VCR and turned off the snowed TV. She got off
the bed and moved to her bookbag. She leaned over and put the
movie away. She walked over to the bed dragging her bag. She
leaned onto the edge of the bed, picked up her panties, gave me a
quick kiss, and smiled into my eyes.
  "I swear this is worth it, David," she said burrowing with her
eyes into my head. "I will make this worth it!"
  I nodded acceptance of her promise.
  I reached forward and gave her a quick kiss of my own.
  "Bye," she whispered against my lips. I did not watch as she
left my room.
  I sat back and stared at the blank screen of the TV.
  "What the fuck was that?" I heard my roommate ask.
  I sat up suddenly to stare at him. I had forgotten he was in
the room.
  "Did the Bryar Patch just dry hump you or am I fucking
dreaming?" he asked excitedly.
  I wondered if in his reality the sky was blue.
  "Nobody is going to believe this shit," he said laying back
down.
  I got up to take a really long cold shower; both because of
Melisa and that the consequences of beating the crap out of my
roommate were beginning to seem worth it. The cold water did not
help, but at least the images of Melisa and Doris Alex made the
masturbation more than just release.
  Drying myself, I thought about their web.
  Melisa raised the stakes while at the same time showing me more
of the prize. She was a deep part of whatever I had fallen into.
  Doris Alex and Melisa Bryar!
  There was only one other name that might have drawn me deeper
than those two. I laughed; there was not a whole lot I could do
except wait for my appointment with Professor Ryan.