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Subject: {ASSM} Prospects by Virtual Scott [7 of 7] (mf mc, et al)
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Author: Virtual Scott
Title: Prospects
Part: 7 of 7
Summary: A girl tries to figure out what's going on at her new high school
Keywords: FF mc ws reluc ScFi sm

Prospects

Virtual Scott <mail.virtual.scott@gmail.com>

Epilogue

Emma Kincaid looked up at her roommate and laughed silently to herself as
the other girl's eyes dived back to the philosophy textbook propped on the
bed in front of her. Emma's interests focused strictly on young men, but
the shapely beauty couldn't resist subtly teasing her bookish friend once
she'd noticed her straying eyes.

This evening, still damp from the shower, she leaned against the edge of
the sink and carefully used her razor to scrape away a little more of the
lotion surrounding the auburn landing strip above her bare pussy. It would
have been just as easy, and more convenient, to do it in the shower, but
then she couldn't have watched the way Shefali tried not to watch her.

The other girl was a puzzle, no doubt about it, and Emma didn't like
puzzles. She'd been poking at this one for over a year and a half now.
Shefali Killian had the darkest skin Emma had ever seen, the deep black of
a moonless night, but she didn't look Negroid. Her equally dark, slightly
wavy hair felt to the middle of her back -- when it wasn't pinned up, like
now -- and never looked kinky.

When they'd met, Emma had asked if Shefali was an African name, and had
been told shortly that it was Indian. The parents in the picture on the
desk were clearly Caucasian. It was easy to guess she was adopted, even if
Emma hadn't heard of the ongoing adoption project for African girls that
TRAINCO ran in Springfield. But it was a curiosity, no doubt about it.

"Are you sure you don't want to come to the party with me?" Emma asked
again, wiping herself clean and inspecting her work. "You know there will
be some cute boys there, and you'd drive them crazy."

"No," sighed Shefali, "I have to finish reading this chapter -- again. It
just doesn't stay in my head." She allowed herself another look at Emma's
lithe body. "Besides, you'd take all the good ones, anyway."

The girl was exasperating, Emma thought. She studied like a fiend, which
wasn't exactly a bad attribute in a roommate; it had certainly helped
Emma's grades. But Shefali acted like some boy-shy prepubescent girl,
which was so incongruous it drove Emma crazy.

For starters, Shefali's trim body was so clearly built for sex it would
have made Emma jealous, if she wasn't so confident she herself had what
boys wanted and knew how to share it with them. Shefali didn't look at all
like somebody who needed to watch her figure, and she didn't make an issue
of dieting, but she ate like a bird and spent most of the time guzzling
some crappy energy drink. It made Emma's bladder ache when she thought
about it, and the once she'd tried one, she'd had to spit it out. Shefali
had just laughed and agreed when Emma complained it tasted like piss! The
spiffy TRAINCO sports bottle was nice, especially when she went jogging,
but it stayed filled with water after that.

And that was another thing, Emma thought, as she shimmed a pair of skimpy
panties up her long legs. For such a knockout, Shefali was incredibly shy.
She didn't wear frumpy clothes, far from it, but it was spring of their
sophomore year and Emma didn't think she'd ever seen her roommate naked.
They borrowed clothing from each other from time to time, and Emma knew
Shefali owned pretty underwear, but she practically never saw it. If you
could get her to look at you when she spoke, you could see Shefali had a
stud in her pierced tongue, and once Emma thought she'd maybe gotten a
glimpse of a nipple stud, but she still wasn't sure. To Emma's mind, if
you were going to do something like that, you'd want to flaunt it -- like
the tattoo she'd gotten around her arm last year on spring break.

But Shefali didn't go on trips for spring break; she went home to her
parents. She didn't flaunt her body, or her piercings -- whatever she had.
If she went to a party, she'd nurse a drink in a corner and maybe talk
sci-fi with somebody. More often, she lay on her bed in a sweatshirt and
shorts, like now, and studied. She didn't chase guys, or let the few who
persisted in chasing her get any hint of interest. Emma had spent most of
her freshman year thinking Shefali was a lesbian, but there was no
indication she was interested in girls, either.

The current tease was sort of an outgrowth of that. What had started as
subtle probing for curiosity's sake had evolved to an unspoken détente
where Emma didn't admit she was going out of her way to titillate Shefali,
and Shefali didn't admit she paid any notice to Emma. It was a little
harmless fun, where the auburn-haired vixen could strut her stuff in a
safe environment without worrying about an overeager admirer taking things
the wrong way.

Just now, she was at the top of her form. Emma sat on the end of her bed
and slowly worked on the patterned thigh-high stockings she planned to
wear that night. It was subtle, but there was nothing like a flash of the
darker band beneath a dress or skirt to hold a guy's attention. It took
her several minutes to get them up and straightened properly, but Emma
wryly noted she hadn't heard Shefali turn a page the entire time.

Emma slipped on her heels to protect the hose from the floor and started
blow-drying her hair. It was nice being young enough to get away with just
good hair and a nice lipstick, she reflected, thinking of how long her
mother would spend on her face before going out. The coed's short auburn
tresses, falling not much past her jaw line, didn't take long to arrange.

It didn't take much time after that for Emma to don her lace bra and put
on the new dress she'd decided to wear. Shefali had given up on pretending
to read and set her text aside, watching her roommate finish dressing.

"That bra doesn't work, Em," Shefali weighed in, just as Emma came to the
same conclusion herself. The dress was quite sheer, requiring something
underneath it, and Emma had thought when she purchased it her lingerie
would be fine. Now that she saw the completed ensemble, the color was not
quite right, verging on clashing, and the bra covered just a bit more than
the dress did.

"Drat," Emma complained, after twitching the dress failed to fix the
coverage problem. Together with the color clash, it was unacceptable. She
removed the dress and bra and tried the dress by itself. "What do you
think, Shefali?"

Her roommate studied her closely, gesturing her to turn around, before
standing up and walking over to examine Emma from a different angle.
"Well, you certainly don't need a bra, but I think the dress does. It's
kind of transparent, Em, and your nipples show through pretty clearly."
She thought about it minute and added, "I don't think I'd go to a campus
party wearing that."

Emma bit her tongue, foregoing the obvious rejoinder that Shefali wouldn't
wear this dress anywhere, bra or not. In any case, she agreed. "I don't
know that I have anything," she sighed, and began examining her lingerie
drawer. The colored things were all wrong, her black lace bra had even
more coverage than the rejected one, and her everyday things were too
plain to be displayed the way the dress demanded.

"I don't," Emma cursed. "I spent all week looking forward to wearing this
dress! Shefali, do you have anything I could borrow?" She looked hopefully
at the black girl.

"Well," Shefali said slowly, thinking, "it'd pretty much have to be
black." She ran a finger down the line of the dress across Emma's bust,
finished before the startled redhead could react. "This dress is cut
pretty low, Em." She considered a moment longer, until Emma was twitching
with impatience. "It's gotta be this dress, huh?"

"Please," Emma nodded, looking hopeful, and brightened at her roommate's
resigned expression. "You have one?" She took a step toward Shefali's
dresser, only to be brought up short by the other girl's outstretched arm.

"I'm wearing it," Shefali sighed. "You're pretty high-maintenance, Em."
She shrugged and pulled her sweatshirt over her head, catching her hair in
the process so it tumbled down her back after she pulled it free.

Emma was torn between delight at getting the bra and curiosity at finally
seeing her friend semi-nude. At first, it was difficult to see anything
because the bra blended so seamlessly into Shefali's dark skin. Then
Shefali released the front clasp and Emma literally didn't know where to
look. The bra was stiff lace, very low cut, with an intricate butterfly
pattern and transparent straps -- just what Emma would have chosen.

Shefali's breasts were high, firm mounds, but Emma already knew that. What
she saw clearly for the first time were the ruddy nipples tipping them,
each transfixed with a shiny barbell. The black girl's torso and abs were
as sleek and toned as her own.

"They're just tits, Em. Are you going to try this on?" With a start, Emma
realized she'd been staring. She unzipped the dress again and slid out of
it, exchanging it for the bra. Now it was possible to admire it more
closely, taking in the detail of the pattern, the lace trim, and Shefali's
faint scent on it.

"Nice perfume, Shefali," Emma commented, pulling on the bra and fastening
the clasp. "I might want to try some of it sometime." She looked at
herself in the mirror. "What do you think?"

The bra looked good, the pattern showing clearly against her lightly
bronzed skin, and the lace trim just barely covered her nipples. "I think
you're not quite there." Shefali set the dress on the bed and stepped up
behind her, tugging slightly on the bra until it covered her areolas too.
Her dark hands cupped Emma's breasts, testing the fit, and then stroked
the straps straight and smooth, adjusting their length just slightly.
"Perfect."

Emma was surprised to realize her nipples were hard against the lace, but
Shefali had already stepped away to retrieve the dress. She stepped into
it and let Shefali zip her up, already looking in the mirror again.

It was just perfect. A butterfly cradled each breast, clearly highlighting
how little fabric was present, suggesting what must be there to be seen,
but slyly managing to reveal nothing unfit for polite company. Emma
couldn't imagine ever wearing a different bra with this dress.

The only problem was that now it was clear her panties didn't match the
bra. "You have the bottoms too, right?" she asked, turning to Shefali.

Her roommate's expression turned reluctant. "Em, I'm *wearing* them!"

Emma didn't intend to be denied. "Oh, come on, Shefali! You had a shower
this morning; all you did is sit in them all day. I don't mind. Please?"
She deployed her best pleading face. "Please, please, please, please? I'll
spend all day tomorrow studying p-chem with you!"

Shefali heaved a heavy sigh. "'All day' means at least 4 or 5 hours,
right? And not starting after dinner?"

The redhead yipped her agreement with a small excited hop, and quickly
reached under her dress to push down her unwanted panties.

Much more slowly, Shefali unfastened her shorts and slid them down her
legs. Again, it was difficult for Emma to see much of the black panties
against dark skin, but it was clear Shefali was completely clean-shaven.
Emma caught just a hint of the intriguing dark coral hue of her cleft --
and was that a metallic flash near the top?! -- before Shefali pulled on
her shorts again. "They're wet," Shefali admitted, handing over the
bikinis.

Emma knew the other girl was blushing furiously, even if her skin was too
dark to show it; her own face felt warm too. On impulse, she brought the
panties to her nose, inhaling a heady scent of honeyed musk. Her head swam
and Emma was shocked when she wet herself, a brief burst of urine
splattering her abandoned underwear on the floor.

Shefali crouched in front of her, pushing her face into Emma's crotch.
Emma tried to push her away with one hand, but that impulse lasted about
as long as it took her roommate's studded tongue to tease her clit for the
first time. After that, Emma was pulling Shefali into her and sucking on
the soiled underwear in her hand between gasps.

"Oh, fuck, Shefali," the redhead got out between breaths, "if I knew girls
tasted like this" -- she jerked -- "I would have turned bi years ago!" A
slick finger stroking her virgin anus in time with two others probing her
pussy and continued attention to her aching clit teased Emma into a
shuddering orgasm.

When she could trust her balance again, the redhead discarded the panties
and reached down, drawing Shefali upwards by pulling on the studs embedded
in her nipples. Shefali's face gleamed with moisture and her eyes shone
with passionate desire that Emma suspected reflected her own. The two
girls kissed hungrily, grinding their bodies together.

"Don't ruin your dress," Shefali whispered when they came up for air.

With a gleam in her eye, Emma rejoined, "I'll strip if you will," and
unzipped herself without waiting for a response. "What?" she asked when
Shefali hesitated. A huge wet spot shone on the front of the black girl's
shorts. "Don't chicken out on me now, Shefali; you're the first girl I've
let hit on me since elementary school!"

"You smell so good, Em, and I'm afraid to hurt you," her roommate
admitted, somewhat confusingly.

"I'm a big girl, and I can look after myself," Emma proclaimed, stepping
out of the dress and tossing it in the general direction of her bed. She
backed Shefali up until she collapsed backwards onto the other bed, and
then quickly stripped off the other girl's shorts. A pop of the bra clasp
and both girls were effectively naked; Emma knelt to examine Shefali more
closely.

The dark skin was completely hairless, toned with muscle, and buttery
soft. As Emma had thought, a stud nestled just above Shefali's swollen
clit, piercing the hood. The black girl's labia had flowered open, the
coral of her inner lips a vivid contrast to her skin. Everything was
slicked with viscous feminine desire, smelling of musky honey that Emma
realized came from Shefali herself instead of a perfume bottle.

The redhead leaned down, inhaling her roommate's essence and preparing to
taste her, when Shefali's lips parted and something began bulging
outwards. Emma jerked back with a surprised shriek, and a spray of
something caught her in the face. She fell on her butt, wetting the floor
as her bladder emptied itself, and stared at Shefali in aroused
fascination.

Two flexible wands, about an inch in diameter and the same dusky coral as
her lips, slowly emerged from Shefali's glistening sex until they extended
perhaps eight inches, arching up towards her navel and gleaming with a
thick coating of iridescent slime. Shefali tensed and the organs suddenly
swelled, doubling in diameter and sprouting spines like a blowfish before
retreating, so that only the pulsing, dripping tips showed.

"I'll try not to hurt you, Em," Shefali panted as she stood up and helped
her wide-eyed, mesmerized roommate to the bed.

Emma thought only about how much she craved the penetration that was
coming and how beautiful and special Shefali's cocks were.

She climaxed as they spread her open in both holes at once, again when
they surpassed the greatest depth a boy had plumbed and began inflating
inside her, and a third time when the spines extended, locking Shefali
inside her as burning ichor began forcing itself into her spasming body.
She barely noticed the pain.

The party was completely forgotten as the two young women spent the
evening in feverish experimentation. Shefali introduced Emma to golden
showers, both of them drinking until their bladders were filled to
bursting before waiting impatiently to taste each other's tart urine. They
tried 69ing each other, with Emma sucking one penis and giving a hand job
to the other; the spines were softer than they looked but she still nearly
choked when the organ inflated in her throat. She assured Shefali she'd do
better with practice.

When Shefali admitted she hadn't lost her "girl virginity," Emma scrambled
to retrieve her vibrator from its hiding place. There didn't seem to be
room for a third occupant in that rose-colored pussy; Emma thought it
might be possible, but every time Shefali started getting excited, her
cocks extended and expanded, getting in the way.

Inspired by the feel of warm jelly leaking from her stretched back door,
Emma tried inserting the vibrator into Shefali's ass instead. Both of them
were delighted with the results. As Emma pistoned her lover's butt and
stroked the clit ring, Shefali wailed and mauled her nipples. The cocks
inflated hugely, looking like miniature cacti, and began fountaining thick
slime into the air. It didn't come in spurts, like Emma had seen from
boys, but in continuous streams that arced halfway to the ceiling before
falling back to Shefali's tummy and the bed, and then Emma when she pulled
them to divert the discharge onto herself.



The pizza delivery guy gaped at the girl who opened the dorm room door
just before 1 AM. She glowed with that "just been fucked" look, her short
auburn hair was matted with something unidentifiable, and her hard nipples
thrust against the chemise -- which was both inside-out and on backwards.
The entire room reeked of sex. He tried to conceal his growing erection as
he passed over the medium vegetarian pizza and a bag with six 2-liter
bottles of diet Mountain Dew. He was still making change when the girl
gasped and started pissing herself right in front of him. She slammed the
door in his face, leaving him with a tip larger than the price of the
order and a raging hard-on. That was one crazy chick, he thought, looking
forward to finishing his shift and meeting his girl.

"Shefali!" Emma laughed, leaning against the closed door, "don't do that!"
Her hand had flown to her crotch by reflex, but now she was rubbing
herself through the sodden material of her tap shorts. Shefali wore a set
of Emma's pajamas too, her nipple studs pressing against the thin fabric
of the top, and her cocks probed the shorts, obscenely tenting their
glistening crotch.

"I can't help it, Em," Shefali giggled, "just seeing you makes me want you
more." She backed the redhead up against the door and kissed her, tugging
the shorts so she could extend through a leg hole to access Emma's cunt.
The angle was wrong and both organs wanted to enter the same hole, but the
sensation of bristly pressure against her clit sparked Emma as she
embraced her lover.

It was hard to believe, but in less than six hours, Emma felt as if she'd
bonded with Shefali in some special way that would never be broken or
duplicated. She looked deeply into the dark eyes facing her and saw the
same devotion, love and desire she felt mirrored in them.

But whatever her heart and clitoris felt, her stomach reminded her it
wanted something solid in it. "Let's eat before the pizza gets cold." The
girls broke their embrace, and Emma collected the box from the desk by the
door. "How in the world are we supposed to drink all of this soda?" she
wondered, looking at the bottles rolling on the floor.

"*We* are not," Shefali announced pompously, retrieving one of the bottles.
"Watch this!" She opened it and, to Emma's amazement, proceeded to drink
steadily until the bottle was empty. A small burp punctuated the
achievement. "I will suffer the pangs of artificial sweeteners. You are
going to be drinking something much better." She opened a second bottle
and resumed drinking.

"How do you do that?" wondered the stunned coed as another two liters
disappeared before her eyes. "Won't that make you sick?"

"I'm fine," Shefali assured her after another burp, "but the aftertaste is
a little nasty." She picked up a piece of pizza and delicately removed the
mushrooms, placing them on Emma's side. "I'm not like other girls, Em; Dr.
Patel says my plumbing is a little different."

Emma almost choked on her pizza at the magnitude of the understatement. "A
little different? You're a lot different, in a very good way," she
finished with a purr. "Could I look again, I mean without distractions?"
she asked diffidently.

"I'll try," Shefali promised, and quickly shed her shorts. She sat back
down with legs spread; looking intently at Emma, she slowly erected
herself.

"You're huge," Emma exclaimed, admiring the delicate spines of the
inflated organs and amazed once again she'd had both of them inside her
simultaneously. She could feel herself juicing again at the thought of it.

"Never bigger than with you, Em," Shefali admitted with an admiring look
of her own. "But you should see my dad's -- he's like twice as long,
although he only has one!"

Emma's mind stumbled on the statement and took a long moment to restart.
"Your father? He has something like this? But I thought you were
adopted..."

They both looked at the family picture atop Shefali's desk. The trio
looked so normal, except the daughter was so... black. "I never said
that!" Shefali laughed. "It's complicated, but those *are* my real
biological parents, honest."

The thought had been there much earlier, but it crystallized in Emma's
mind right then. She wasn't going to Cancun for spring break; she was
going to visit Springfield with Shefali and meet her parents. The mystery
was irresistible, and Emma was a girl who didn't like puzzles.

Just now, she had a more immediate puzzle on her mind. "Do you think you
can fit both of them in my pussy at once?"
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