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Subj: "Kathy" Book I, Chapter 7 (M/F) (281 lines)
January 19, 1998

Thanks for the (mostly) friendly comments.  This is the a repost of the
seventh chapter.  The first shot seems to be lost in Internet Never-Never Land
somewhere.

In addition, I have been misleading you.  I said on earlier postings that
there are 25 chapters.  There aren't.  There are 31 plus an Epilogue.  For
those of you with the fortitude to wade through it, I hope you don't feel your
time was wasted.

Readers are most strongly urged to read Kathy from the beginning, and in
chapter order.  The story will make no sense otherwise.  I hope to have the
balance of the book posted within a week or so.

Comments (of any kind) will be appreciated.  Contact me at morg105829@aol.com.
Although this is substantially more tame than many postings on A.S.S.M., the
usual disclaimers apply.  Permission is granted to repost, but only on non-
commercial sites.  Please inform me if you do so.

"Kathy"

(c) 1991, 1998 by Morgan.

Book I

Chapter 7

Kathy Smith was settling into her apartment close to the Yale University
campus in New Haven.  She smiled to herself as she thought back over the last
three years.  She had liked it at Hillsdale which was located in a small town
in rural New Hampshire.  She had taken the opportunity to learn to ski.  Kathy
couldn't quite understand why sports came so easily to her, but really, it was
so simple.  You put on the skis and let gravity take you down the hill.  Yet
she knew it couldn't be quite that simple for most people, or the spills
wouldn't be so frequent.  She had made the Hillsdale ski team skiing the
slalom in her senior year.

The academic work had been fun.  Although she had been a little scared at
first, she had had no problems.  Undoubtedly her confidence had been helped by
the fact that the headmaster con gratulated her on having the highest
admissions test scores in the history of the school.  As a result of the
advanced placement courses she could take, coupled with her combined SAT
scores of sixteen hundred, she was admitted to Yale with advanced standing.
Although she was still a little older than her average classmate she was
catching up fast.

Kathy was glad to be back in an apartment of her own after a year in the
dormitory.  It wasn't that she minded the other girls so much, but the
communal living was a drag.  She smiled to herself thinking how similar were
the living styles of her dorm mates and her fellow prostitutes at Julie's.
The only apparent difference was the social position of the families the two
groups of girls came from.  The more she dwelled on the idea, the funnier it
seemed.  Comparing the pampered darlings to prostitutes was a joke.  But like
all good jokes it contained more than an element of truth.  One difference was
the cost of the clothing thrown into corners of the rooms.  The clothes cost
more, but they were treated the same and stank the same.  The odors around the
dorm and the house were about the same, too, except her dorm mates' perfumes
were more expensive.

She finished putting her clothes away and again she smiled to herself.  It had
been so much simpler at Julie's when she never wore any.  There was nothing to
buy or store or clean.  Now she had to be careful that they didn't overflow
her room.  She looked around and liked what she saw.  Perhaps it was the years
spent wearing no clothes and having no possessions, but Kathy hated a
cluttered room.  If anything, her apartment was somewhat under-furnished and
the decor was quiet and understated.  'Old habits die hard,' she thought, as
she moved around nude.  It made her feel freer, and was something she had
missed in the dorm.

Kathy sat on the edge of her bed and picked up a pair of tweezers.  Swinging
around toward the light, she studied her mound of Venus for any sign of hair
growing on its smooth surface.  There had been a reason for keeping it bare
when she was at Julie's.  Now there was none.  But it was fun keeping the
secret from the other girls at Hillsdale, and now here at Yale.  She really
didn't know why she kept her pubic area hairless.  Perhaps it was a form of
egotism, constantly reminding her of where she had come from.  'At any rate,'
she thought, 'I don't have to worry about a bikini — any size bikini; there's
nothing to show except my slit.'  Kathy went into the bathroom and took a cold
shower.  After getting dressed, she put on a jacket and walked over to the
campus.

Walking across the Old Campus she met Jennifer Crown, one of her dorm mates
from the previous year.  "Hi, Kathy!  Good to see you.  When did you get back?
Where are you living now?  I didn't see you at the College."  Kathy and
Jennifer were both assigned to Calhoun College, but Kathy had her own
apartment.  It was a fact she wasn't anxious to advertise to Jennifer.
Telling Jennifer was as good as taking out a full-page ad in The Yale Daily
News and Kathy wanted to maintain her privacy as much as possible.  "What are
you doing this weekend?  Do you know Bill Johnson?  Bill, this is Kathy Smith
who was my roommate last year."

Johnson shook hands and stripped Kathy naked with his eyes.  Obviously, he
liked what he saw, but Kathy didn't like him.  "Kathy, I'm delighted to meet
you.  We're having a party at my fraternity house on Saturday.  Jennifer has
already agreed to come, and I hope you'll come, too."

"Thanks for the invitation, Bill.  I'm not sure of my plans yet, but could we
leave the invitation open?"

"Of course!  I'm at the Alpha house on York Street.  You know where it is,
don't you?  If you can make it, just tell the guys at the door that you're my
guest.  They'll let you right in.  Sure hope you can make it.  Jennifer, let's
go!  We're going to be late."  With that the couple strolled off across the
campus and Kathy watched them go.

Kathy thought about the chance meeting.  Jennifer was friendly enough, but her
behavior worried Kathy.  Jennifer was a redhead who reminded Kathy of poor
Shirley back at Julie's.  Shirley's figure was slimmer, though; Jennifer
showed signs of running to fat.  Kathy smiled to herself as she realized what
really reminded her of Shirley.  Like Shirley, Jennifer had a full bush of red
pubic hair.  She worried about the girl.  By reputation, she was a careless
drinker.  The word was that she regularly drank far more than was good for
her.  She seemed to be the type who could easily lose control.  Bill Johnson
was good looking and knew it.  He was also a lecher.  Kathy chuckled to
herself.  'Give him another twenty years or so and he will be a dirty old man.
If that is so, what does that make him now?' she wondered.  The combination of
Bill and Jennifer was potentially explosive: She could easily lose control,
and he would just as quickly take advantage of the situation.  Kathy walked on
over to the Sterling Library.

On Saturday, Kathy remembered the invitation to the party at the Alpha house.
She worried about Jennifer.  'It's curious,' she thought, 'Jennifer is about
my age, but I think of her as a kid.  I feel like I'm her mother.  I just
don't think she could handle the aftermath of a bad scene.'  With that
thought, Kathy resolved to go to the Alpha's party that night.

That evening, Kathy showered and carefully dressed.  It was a warm day as it
can still be in New Haven in September.  She put on a skirt and sweater.  For
some reason she couldn't explain — a premonition, perhaps — she put on her
most serviceable bra and briefs.  After eating her dinner and studying for a
while, she set out for the Alpha house, planning to arrive about midnight.
There was a reason for her arrival time.  Reflecting on it, she had realized
subconsciously if there was going to be any trouble, it would likely start
about then.

As she walked up to the door of the fraternity house she could hear the party
noises spilling out through the opened windows.  It sounded like the party had
already passed its peak.  As she walked up to the door she passed a few
couples already leaving.  Since the two members on duty at the door showed
more interest in their beer than in her, she was happy to leave it that way.
>From their appearance the beers were not their first of the evening, more
likely their tenth.  She told them that she was Bill Johnson's guest and one
of them waved in the general direction of the door leading down to the
basement where the remains of the party seemed to be concentrated.  Kathy
descended the stairs and watched the action from a darkened corner.  At the
other end of the room there were a bunch of young men with Jennifer who was
standing topless on a strong table holding a glass of beer in her hand.  Her
breasts were large and, because of her youth, still firm.  Her nipples were
large and flaccid.  While a tape deck played The Stripper, she bent at the
hips and tried to rotate her tits.  Kathy didn't think she had the
coordination to do it under the best of circumstances and these were not the
best.  Jennifer gave up and sat down hard on the tabletop.  Bill Johnson was
standing near the table egging her on.

Jennifer had sat down on a table puddled with beer and splashed the liquid
under her.  "Oh, the hell with it," she cried, stripping off her skirt and
panties.  Kathy didn't think that the knee-high stockings she was wearing
enhanced her sexiness.  Struggling back to her feet, she stood on the table
with her body swaying.  She stuck out her hips and, drunkenly proud of her
figure, swung her head back and ran her hands up and down her body.  Finally,
she drew a finger up her slit.  Swaying a bit, she sat down on the edge of the
table and spread her legs as wide as she could.  "You're all a bunch of
wimps," Jennifer slurred.  "There's not a man in this house.  I'm all woman,
and I'll take you all on, one at a time or in bunches!"

The inchoate fear that had been bothering Kathy all week jumped into sharp
focus.  This was exactly what she had been fearing even though she hadn't been
able to put it into words.  In her drunken state Jennifer was asking for a
gang-bang.  In spite of her talk, Kathy doubted that she had nearly the
experience with men that she was advertising.  Jennifer could be badly hurt
physically and at the very least there would be serious emotional scars.
Nevertheless, some men, led by Bill Johnson, were starting to shed their
clothes.  Kathy had no clear idea what to do but if she did not do something
now it would be too late.

Pushing through the group of men Kathy reached Jennifer.  Her chin had lolled
down on her chest and she was only moments away from passing out.  Kathy was
sure that at least a few of the guys weren't above fucking Jennifer even if
she were unconscious.  Grabbing the girl by the hair, she lifted her head up.
The girl's eyes were glassy; she was about to pass out.  The men, taken by
surprise, stood motionless.  Facing the group Kathy sneered, "What do you want
to fool around with a drunken slut for?  Aren't you afraid of getting
something contagious?"  She allowed Jennifer's head to drop to the table.
Although her movements were apparently disdainful, she took care that
Jennifer's head didn't hit the table hard.  The men looked at Kathy and for
the first time realized what a gorgeous woman had entered the room.  If they
were willing to fuck Jennifer, they dreamed of a girl like Kathy.  She took
advantage of their inaction.  "Do any of you guys shoot pool?  I see a pool
table here."  The guys looked at one another in amazement.  'Is this girl
crazy?  What is she thinking about?'

"Jennifer challenged your manhood.  I'll challenge your skill.  I'll take on
the house champion or anyone else in a game of rotation.  Every time a ball is
sunk the other player has to take off an item of clothing.  When we run out of
clothing, we do what the other player wants.  Is anyone interested?"

They all looked at Bill Johnson.  He leered at Kathy and said, "I'll take you
on.  I'm the house champ.  Since you challenged, I get to break."

Drinks were cleared off the pool table standing in the middle of the room.
The cover was removed and tossed towards the corner while another member
brought over the balls and racked them up.  Kathy went over to the wall to
select a cue.  As she examined the bedraggled collec tion, she could see
Johnson putting together what was obviously his personal cue stick.  It looked
like it cost more than the rest of the cues combined.  It appeared to be very
well-made and to have beautiful balance.  Kathy was worried.  She had issued
her challenge without any prior thought.  It was just the first thing that
came into her head as a possible way out of a dangerous situation.  She looked
at the boys who had all undressed her with their eyes.  'Oh, well,' she
thought, 'I can physically handle them all if it comes to that.'  Kathy found
one cue that was reasonably straight and still had a tip on it.  It was the
only one that appeared even close to being usable.

Bill stood at the end of the table crouched over his cue.  He lined up his
shot and let fly.  The cue ball crashed into the point ball at the head of the
rack.  The balls flew around the table, and she heard one drop, followed by
another.  Calmly she stripped off her sweater and stepped out of her skirt.
Carefully she hung them over a stool where it appeared they wouldn't get
soaked.  The boys cheered.  They stared at her gorgeous body now clad only in
a bra and briefs.  Kathy relaxed as she realized she had an advantage.  She
was used to being naked around men who were dressed, but they weren't used to
being close to a nude woman.  Bill stared at Kathy and then looked back at the
table for his next shot.  He found the one-ball at the opposite end of the
table from the cue ball.  He had a shot.  After carefully lining it up, he
stroked.  Kathy could see his hand trembling slightly as he did.  The ball
dropped into the corner pocket.

Kathy calmly removed her bra and put it on the stool with the rest of her
clothes.  Now all she was wearing was a pair of loafers and her panties.  To
heighten the impact of her body on Johnson, she reached out her arms and
stretched.  The boys audibly groaned as she just stood waiting with her back
straight and her breasts with their small nipples erect.  Bill Johnson was
just watching with his mouth almost agape.  His blood pressure had been rising
as he watched Kathy's performance.  He looked back at the pool table in an
effort to regain his concentration.  When he had taken his previous shot, he
had been so busy trying to control his shaking hands, he had not really paid
attention to the location of the two-ball.  In rotation, the balls must be hit
in order, starting with the one.  A player gets credit for any ball sunk as
long as the cue ball hits the correct target ball first.  Johnson didn't have
a shot.  The two-ball was in a nearly unreachable position.  His only hope was
a shot off the cushion and then to the two-ball.  His shot missed.  His miss
caused the one-ball to come back on the table to be spotted on the mark.  Now
it was Kathy's turn, and she had a clear line to the spotted one-ball.

Calmly she lined up her shot and stroked the cue.  The cue ball struck the
one-ball perfectly; it sank in the corner pocket, while the cue ball caromed
off and sank the fifteen-ball in the other corner.  She looked at Bill who
took off his jacket and tie.  The other men booed.  Their sympathies were
already starting to shift towards Kathy.  Johnson just shrugged off their
jeers with the comment,  "You said two pieces of clothing.  You didn't say we
had to start with the same number of articles on."

Kathy just smiled and looked back at the table.  She had a good shot on the
two-ball at the far corner.  She delicately rolled the cue ball down the
table.  It struck the two which caromed into the nine which dropped while
leaving the two-ball sitting at the edge of the pocket.  Bill took off his
shirt.  Kathy sank the two with sufficient spin on the cue ball to take it
back up the table to give her a shot on the three.  She sank the three-ball in
the corner; the cue ball ran back on the opposite side of the table and sank
the twelve in the side pocket.  Bill let his pants drop and took off a shoe.
The boys cheered.  "Go get him, Kathy."  They had learned her name from Bill
as they set up the table.  Kathy lined up her shot on the four-ball.  With six
balls off the table it was getting easier to set up clear shots.  Calmly she
dropped the four-ball into the side pocket with the cue ball rolling to a stop
setup on the five.  She watched as Bill took off his other shoe.  The five-
ball sank; off came a sock.  The six-ball rolled into the corner; off came the
other sock.

Now there were just six balls left on the table.  Johnson was down to his
shorts and was starting to shiver.  It was a combination of the chill in the
air, but even more it reflected his increasing embarrassment.  By this time
everyone still in the house had gathered downstairs with their atten tion
divided between Kathy's body and the pool table.  Calmly, she stroked the cue
ball.  It struck the seven-ball sharply driving it into a corner pocket; the
cue ball came back setting up on the number eight.  Kathy stood up from the
table and watched Bill.  He dropped his shorts, and stood up.  Kathy had
thought that he was well built when he took off his pants.  With nothing on,
it was obvious that he was.  Surrounded by now-jeering fraternity brothers, he
didn't know what to do.  He was blushing crimson in embarrassment.

Kathy turned back to the table and sank the eight; the cue ball caromed off it
and sank the fourteen as well.  "I'm sorry guys, but it looks like the game's
over.  Bill, my first wish is for you to pick up Jennifer, get her dressed and
get her back home... without doing anything else to her.  My second wish is to
get dressed again and go home myself."

"That's not fair, Kathy!  Those weren't two wishes, they were five," Johnson
protested.

Kathy glared at him and picked up her cue stick again.  In a matter of moments
the last three balls were off the table, leaving only Kathy's cue stick where
she had placed it down beside the cue ball which was still slowly spinning.
"Okay.  Now I have five wishes.  Go to it, Buster!"

Calmly, Kathy walked over to where she had left her clothes with the boys
moving back to give her room.  She picked up her bra and secured it, then
stepped into her skirt and slipped on her sweater.  "Is there a mirror around
somewhere?  I need to fix my hair.  And by the way, can a girl get a beer in
this place?"

The men cheered.  One rushed up with a bottle of beer and a clean glass he had
found some where.  In spite of being nearly naked in front of them she now had
their respect.  Someone wiped off a stool carefully with a towel to be sure it
was dry and offered her a seat which she accepted gratefully.  She was
delighted at the way things had finally worked out.  When she had arrived the
situation was turning ugly.  Now, a more-normal collegiate good humor was
restored.

Kathy looked towards the end of the room where Bill and a friend were
struggling to get Jennifer dressed.  Getting off her stool she went and joined
them.  Jennifer couldn't stand up.  The two boys were ignoring her nakedness
but were not making any progress in dressing her.  Again, Kathy grabbed
Jennifer by her hair and raised her head.  "Wake up, Jennifer.  It's time to
go home."  Her head felt like it was unattached to her body.  Kathy could tell
that if she released her hold on the girl's hair the head would just drop.
Firmly, she slapped her face, once, twice, three times.  Jennifer's eyes
blinked.  Kathy slapped her twice more.  Her eyes opened as she started to
come to.  "Come on Jennifer.  It's time to get dressed and go home."  By this
time the girl had revived enough to be able to stand with support from the two
men.  Kathy got her panties on and got her skirt up to her waist.  'At least
she's back to the topless condition I found her in,' she thought.

"Where is her bra and top?" Kathy asked.  Someone produced the girl's bra.  It
was the lacy sort of thing that provided no support but was the kind she
thought Jennifer would be wearing tonight.  She fastened the clasp and then
got the girl's blouse back on.  Fortunately, it buttoned.  Kathy didn't have
to try to get it on over her head.  "She's all yours, guys.  Be sure she gets
home safely.  Does anyone know where her shoes are?"  She was only wearing
short stockings.  The shoes were found and two boys led Jennifer up the
stairs.  Kathy returned to her beer.  "Thanks for keeping it for me.  Can I
buy a second?"

Two hours later Kathy left the Alpha House.  Two of the brothers insisted on
walking her home pointing out that downtown New Haven wasn't the safest place
in the world at three in the morning.  The night at the fraternity house had
ended with drinking songs and football fight songs.  The finale was Cole
Porter's "Boola Boola".

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