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  "Are you okay?"

  I tried to sit up and was hit with a fresh wave of lightheadedness. The male EMT reached out to steady me but all I could think of was how much I wanted his partner to reach out and run her hands along my body. And there was still that weird feeling between my legs.

  What was going on?

  "Take it easy," the girl EMT said.

  God, that voice. It was like silk caressing my ears. Obviously I'd talked to plenty of girls, but never before had a female voice affected me in quite that way. Almost the same way I felt when I saw some hot hunk of muscle with a deliciously deep voice.

  "I'm fine," I said.

  I waved the guy back as he reached out again to try and steady me even though I hadn't swayed at this time. Normally I wouldn't mind the attention, especially from a guy like that, but for some reason it wasn't doing anything for me.

  Maybe it was an aftereffect of whatever knocked me out.

  What knocked me out?

  "We should take you back to the campus clinic and get you checked out by one of the nurses," the guy said.

  The nurse. Right. I had a good idea what kind of checking out he wanted to do from the way his eyes ran up and down my body.

  "No, really, I'm fine," I said.

  The last thing that I wanted was to get carted across campus in one of those ridiculous golf carts to a clinic where they'd wave some smelling salts under my nose and tell me I'd been partying a little too hard and needed to make sure to drink more water while I was drinking other things.

  Yeah, maybe I'd been to the campus clinic once or twice before.

  "Are you sure?" The girl asked. "You'll get to go for a ride in our awesome emergency golf cart. We can even run the yellow lights if you want."

  Then again, going for a ride in the golf cart could be fun, right? Going for a ride with that hot little EMT would be even more fun. I shook my head to try and clear it, though I wasn't feeling lightheaded anymore. But something must be seriously wrong with me if I suddenly thought that was a great idea just because this gorgeous girl leaning over me suggested it. I had to get ahold of myself.

  "No, I think I'll just go back to my dorm and get some rest," I said. "Can you help me up?"

  The guy leaned forward eagerly but I held out my arm to the girl before he could wrap his muscular arms around me. She smiled and took my hand in hers. I felt fireworks at her touch and for a moment I worried I might swoon and pass out again. But somehow I managed to hang onto consciousness as she gave a pull and helped me stand. I stood there, a little wobbly, and she put her arm around my waist pressing her body against mine.

  I was keenly aware of every spot where our bodies made contact. Her touch was light but firm, and my body felt on fire where her arm wrapped around my waist. The swell of her breasts pressed into my shoulder through the material of her campus issued polo. Even though I'd hugged girlfriends before and felt tits pressing against me thousands of times in my life there was something about the way this felt that pushed me into an endless loop of arousal.

  I wanted to jump this girl right here and rip her clothes off.

  I yanked away from her contact as though she was a live the snake wrapping around me. Sure it wasn't her fault I was having all of these weird feelings, but I needed time to process everything. This was all too weird.

  The guy held out a clipboard with a piece of paper on it. "If you're going to refuse care then we need you to sign this form."

  "Yeah, sure, whatever," I said. I grabbed the cheap ballpoint velcroed to the clipboard and scrawled my signature.

  "Am I free to go?" I asked him.

  "If you feel up to it," the girl said.

  The medallion swung against my chest as I took a stumbling step forward. Both EMTs leaned forward to catch me but I waved them away again. Crap, the medallion. I took another stumbling step over to professor Arnold.

  "Professor Arnold? Can I be excused for the rest of class?"

  Professor Arnold looked me up and down with open concern and glanced at his watch. "My dear, class has been over for 10 minutes now. Are you okay?"

  "I'm fine, really," I said.

  The medallion. People saw me grabbing it off of that display. Security cameras around the room recorded me taking it. I had to be rid of the thing. And professor Arnold was the perfect excuse. Only my mouth didn't want to form the words. I opened and closed my mouth a couple of times before finally managing to choke out the words.

  "What about the medallion?"

  Professor Arnold's bald forehead scrunched down in a confused look. "Medallion? What medallion?"

  I pulled down the front of my tank top revealing the top swell of my breasts and a generous portion of my cleavage, and also showing the medallion the rested in between my tits. Professor Arnold's eyes widened as he got an eyeful of my tits. He looked away for a moment before looking back. I could see propriety warring with his desire to stare at the nice pair of college tits that were being offered to him.

  What can I say? Men liked looking at my tits.

  "The medallion of Venus," I said. "The one on that display over there."

  "Miss Vane. I am familiar with every artifact in this exhibition, including this traveling exhibit, and I have never seen that medallion before in my life. It's very pretty, but it doesn't belong in this museum," Arnold said.

  I looked down at the medallion dangling between my tits, my hand still pulling down the tank top exposing the top of those globes to anyone who wanted to look. And Arnold wasn't the only one getting an eyeful, but I didn't care. I looked back up to professor Arnold. Was he crazy?

  Maybe I needed to talk to somebody who worked at the museum. Arnold might not believe me, but surely someone else who worked here would know something about it. I was about to say something when another wave of lightheadedness swept over me and I had to put a hand to my forehead. Professor Arnold took a step forward to steady me, but I yanked back from him and nearly sent myself sprawling again.

  Bad move.

  I turned to the display. I could show him the plaque and prove this thing wasn't mine. Except there was no plaque. Nothing. It was as though somebody had placed that little jewelry store necklace stand in the middle of the museum exhibit just to show off the display. What was going on?

  Another wave of dizziness. Okay, whatever. If Professor Arnold said that there wasn't a necklace like this at the exhibit then I'd believe him for now. I could go back to the museum later. It's not like there were cops waiting for me at the door. At that moment what I really needed was to get the hell out of there and get back to my dorm room so I could get some rest.

  "Fine, whatever. I'm heading home," I said.

  My balance got better as I got farther from that display.

  Stacy appeared next to me, a backpack slung around her shoulder and her characteristic notebook and pencil presumably stowed away. She had a look of concern that would have been touching if I didn't already feel like crap. Although I did find myself taking a second look at her as she walked in those glasses. It really was a pity that she always wore those frumpy close. As I looked her up and down I realized that she had the potential to be a major babe if she would just let loose.

  Major babe? Since when did I talk like that?

  "Are you okay?" Stacy asked.

  I was getting sick of people asking if I was okay. All I wanted was to get back to my dorm so I could sleep off whatever this was. It felt like the world's best buzz coupled with the world's worst hangover.

  "I'm fine," I said. "I just need to get some rest."

  "Do you need me to walk you back to your dorm?" Stacy asked.

  "Yeah, whatever," I said. I was in no mood to argue. Heck, the way I was feeling I didn't know if I'd even be able to get rid of her if she decided to come along anyways.

  Thankfully the walk across campus was relatively uneventful. I stumbled a few times along the way, but nothing I couldn't manage. I had plenty of experience stumbling through campus so this wasn't much of a cha
llenge. Every time I stumbled Stacy reached out and caught my arm. I have to admit the feel of her delicate fingers wrapping around my arm was nice. It didn't feel quite the same as with that cute medic, but it was still new and different.

  Her touch also caused a strange stirring down below that felt very odd, though I wasn't sure what to make of it. It was like my blood was pulsing into something, but I also felt a tightness. Like something was starting to strain against my tight jean shorts.

  We got back to the dorms and I considered trying to get rid of Stacy in the lobby. Only she seemed determined to accompany me all the way to my room. Whatever. I could get rid of her when we up there.

  Except something interesting happened as we walked up the stairs. That something interesting mainly had to do with the fact that as we walked up the stairs Stacy was slightly ahead of me giving me a nice view of her ass.

  That strange tightness in my shorts got more excited, more pronounced, more uncomfortable.

  Now I always figured Stacy was a hottie in hiding, but walking behind her seeing her ass in those shorts really convinced me of the fact. Baggy t-shirts went a long way towards hiding whatever she was packing under her clothes, but her shorts were tight enough that it was impossible to cover up her magnificent ass.

  And something else odd happened as we were climbing those stairs. I felt a yearning in between my legs, but it was unlike anything I'd ever felt before in my life. I glanced around the stairs to make sure that there was nobody but the two of us and I reached down. I don't know why I suddenly felt the need to touch myself in public like this, but it was so overpowering that I couldn't not do it.

  My eyes widened as my hands made contact with the spot between my legs. I was no prude. I started using my vibrating friend as soon as I could get one of the older girls back in high school with to buy one for me. So it was safe to say that I was very familiar with my anatomy down there, and something felt off.

  Very off.

  Instead of the gentle slope that went down to my pussy I felt something new. Something hard. Something solid. Something that definitely shouldn't be there.

  And damn did touching that bulge feel good.

  I couldn't help myself, as we continued up the stairs I stared as Stacy's ass and rubbed that hardness. If anything it seemed to get harder and longer until the uncomfortable tightness started to hurt. Whatever this was, it definitely couldn't fit inside my tight shorts. But it still felt so damned good rubbing it.

  "Fifth floor, right? Stacy asked. She turned to smile and I quickly moved my hands away from between my legs. The last thing I needed was for her to catch me touching myself while I was staring at her ass. Even if the desire to do so was overwhelming.

  "Yeah," I said.

  I took the lead as we stepped out of the stairs into my hall. I worried that if I walked behind Stacy I'd find myself staring at her ass again and touching myself. That was bad enough in the stairs. Even worse on my floor where I could run into girls I knew.

  Of course what I didn't expect were the dangers of walking through an all-girls floor in the dorm. Sure there was the chance that a guy could be walking through, it's not like they locked down the halls, but the girls on the floor were a lot freer with themselves than they would be if we were on a coed floor.

  So it was with some small measure of surprise, and with a new wave of arousal pulsing through my body and down between my legs, that I saw a girl step out of the bathrooms wearing nothing but a towel. I recognized her, but I didn't know her name. I'd always thought she was pretty enough with her long dark hair and tight body, but as I looked at her now walking in that skimpy towel and probably nothing else underneath I found myself staring at her in a whole new way.

  That dark hair looked so silky. I wanted to run my hands through it. And the way her breasts swelled under that towel that clung to her slim figure in all the right ways. Her tanned skin so smooth. Her ass swaying back and forth. Those long legs going out from the bottom of the towel. I shook my head.

  Why was I thinking about running down the hall and jumping on top of that hottie? Why did I just use the word "hottie" to talk about her? It was just some girl from the floor.

  Damn it. I had to get back to my room, and fast.

  I scrambled to get my keys ready as we got closer to my room. The only thing that kept me from dropping them was that they were attached to the little lanyard I'd gotten at orientation. My hands shook as I pressed the key into the lock and turned. I glanced over at Stacy and licked my lips, my eyes running up and down her body.

  There was no way I could let her into my room. Not with the way I was feeling right now. Not with that strange feeling between my legs. Not until I figured out what was wrong.

  Only she slipped in ahead of me as soon as the door was open. Damn it. Not that her coming in was out of the ordinary, she'd been in there plenty of times when we studied together, but it was the last thing I needed right now.

  "Are you sure you're okay?" Stacy asked.

  I slammed the door shut and pressed against it, taking in deep breaths with my eyes closed and trying my best not to focus on Stacy. Only her face, the prospect of what might be hidden under those clothes, the thought of her ass swaying hypnotically back and forth as she moved up the stairs, it was all running through my head on a repeating loop going at the speed of light.

  "Valerie?"

  I squeezed my eyes shut. Her voice sounded closer. Why was she coming closer?

  "Val?"

  I opened my eyes. Stacy's face was only a foot away from mine, her deep brown eyes looking back and forth into mine with concern plain on her face. She was about the same height as me, and as I glanced down I could see the swell of her breasts, down to her tight shorts, her long legs. Those glasses, that ass, the hint of so much more, and the feeling between my legs.

  I cupped Stacy's head in my hands, pulled her towards me, and brushed my lips against hers.

  Stacy's eyes widened as our lips connected. I felt her try to pull back, but I held her in place. To be honest I was feeling just as surprised as she was, but the feeling of her soft lips against mine, the smell of her, the taste of her. It was all too much. I was as lightheaded as I'd been back at the museum, only this time it was a lightheaded euphoria rather than a drunken lightheadedness that threatened to knock me on my ass.

  Stacy finally managed to pull back, though my hands stayed firmly planted on her cheeks. The concern on her face was replaced with confusion.

  "Valerie? What are you…"

  I felt a warmth spreading through my body, the same warmth I felt every time I started to really get turned on. It was always how I felt when I got heated up.

  Only this time something odd happened. As I stared at Stacy, willed her to lean in and kiss me again, I felt that warmth moving through my hands. And then somehow it was moving from me to her. Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open. She stared at me, slack-jawed, and I pulled her in for another kiss.

  Hell, this had worked often enough with guys. I was used to men throwing themselves at me, vying for my attention, wanting to be with me. Wanting me.

  Why shouldn't it work with a woman?

  This time I was more insistent. This wasn't just a simple brushing of the lips that I was interested in. I closed my eyes and pressed my lips into hers, my hand wrapping around the back of her head and pulling her into me. She let out a sigh as her lips parted, and then our tongues were swirling around one another.

  Stacy tasted like nothing I'd ever had before. Her kiss was soft, almost hesitant, nothing like the men I'd been with who took what they wanted. It was different, but it definitely felt good. And it also was getting the attention of that monster between my legs.

  She tasted like a combination of some fruity chapstick and something else, I suppose the essence of her. Whatever it was a, it had me feeling more lightheaded that even the best buzz I'd ever gotten when I was out drinking after a game.

  My other hand moved around and down to the small of her ba
ck. I pulled her against me. God, I could feel her body pressed against mine and I realized I'd been absolutely right about just how fucking hot this girl was. I felt her tits press against mine, her flat stomach, and the gentle slope down to her pussy. I continued moving my hand down cupping her ass and pulling her against me as I ground against her.

  "Oh my God!"

  I opened my eyes and stared in confusion at Stacy. Except she wasn't looking at me, she was looking down. Towards that spot in between my legs that was pulsing with a raging and fiery desire unlike anything I'd ever felt before. At least with a woman.

  "What is that Valerie?"

  "What do you mean?" I asked.

  In answer she reached down and rubbed at the bulge. The bulge? Well, I suppose that was the best way to describe it.

  The moment her hand made contact I felt electricity jump through my body that was similar to the feeling when I felt a guy's cock brush against my pussy, but not quite the same. Not better. Just different.

  The feel of her hand running up and down that bulge, the look of wide-eyed astonishment that faded to something else, desire?

  It was all too much for me.

  With a growl I reached down and cupped her ass. And with a strength that surprised even me, I lifted her, reveling in the feeling of her legs wrapping around me, in the feel of her hot pussy grinding against that bulge. I pressed against her as I carried her across the room to my bed and tossed her down. She had a moment to squeal in surprise before I was on top of her, grinding that bulge against her pussy as I assaulted her mouth and shoved my tongue against hers.

  I half expected her to slap me, at least try to push me away, but I could still feel that warmth pushing from my body to hers fueling my arousal and, I suppose, fueling hers at the same time. Instead of pushing me away she moaned into my mouth as I pressed against her, and her hand moved down again to rub at that bulge.

  Only rubbing against her was starting to get painful again no matter how exquisite it felt. I had to get out of the shorts. I reached down and fumbled at the button, and then Stacy's hands were there helping me. She unsnapped my pants and unzipped them, careful to pull out so the zipper didn't run against the bulge.