STEFFY GETS A STIFFY PT. 02
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I awoke from my orgasm-induced nap about an hour later...thankfully,
before Hannah got back to the dorm. I took a while to clear the cobwebs
out, then looked down at my now soft, small...appendage resting in the
crotch of my now-quite-soiled Wolfords and my panties. I reached for
some tissues and tried to clean off my tip as well as sop up what I
could of the cummy puddle I'd left in the pantyhose.

"Well, so much for this being a bad dream," I muttered to myself as I
tried to wipe them dry. I finally got up, slid off my panties and
tights, and buried them deep in my laundry basket, hoping they wouldn't
be permanently ruined.

Despite my frantic feelings earlier, I began to try to make peace with
my situation as much as I could. After all, as far as I knew, there was
nothing I could do to make this go away, so for the foreseeable future,
I was going to have to live with it. And hey, I still had a date tonight
with Charlie, even if I did have this unfortunate development between my
legs. And besides, it wasn't like he was going to find out right away,
anyway.

I took the opportunity to change entirely, changing into one of my VS
Pink bras and matching panties, then selecting a dark red tunic with
black leggings to go over top of them. I looked myself over in the
mirror. At first, I just wanted to see if there was any noticeable...protrusion, but after a while, I began to get a sense of my confidence coming back.

"Steffy, you are a damn cute girl, don't let this thing drag you down,"
I thought to myself before blushing and scolding myself for my personal
word choice. I grabbed my phone and went to text Charlie.

"hey sorry abt earlier, still want to meet up later?"

I put the phone down and stared at it for a little while. Ordinarily, I wouldn't act quite so obsessively, but worrying about whether Charlie
would text back seemed like a lot healthier decision than worrying about suddenly having a cock.

It hadn't even occurred to me until then that, unless this thing
magically went away as quickly as it appeared, that this was going to
make certain parts of my day-to-day life quite challenging. After all, I
played on a girls' soccer team, and God knows I wouldn't be able to hide
my newfound prick the first time we all had to shower and change. Not to mention if things actually went well with Charlie - I could always play
the "virgin waiting for marriage" card, but what happened if we were to
start making out some time and this thing decided to have a mind of its
own? How could I possibly explain that to-

It was then that I was snapped out of my stream of consciousness by the
sound of the front door of the dorm closing and Hannah plopping her bag
in the chair with a loud thud.

"Steffy? You still here?" she called out. I checked once more to see if everything was still tamed before opening the door to the common room.

"Hey, yeah, I just woke up from a nap a little bit ago," I said.

"You feeling any better?" Hannah asked.

"Yeah, again, sorry about earlier, it wasn't right for me to snap at you
like I did," I replied.

"Oh, girl, I can't stay mad at you," she said with a giggle. "Are you
going to your late classes?"

"Well, I haven't-" I began before my phone buzzed. I looked down to
check it.

"Of course! Def want to see you later!"

I broke into a wide, silly grin and forgot about my predicament for a
second. Hannah definitely noticed the change in my face as well.

"What's going on? Something good?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm going out with Charlie later," I said without looking up.

"FINALLY! Did you have to ask him? I bet he made you ask him..."

"What makes you say that?" I asked.

"I know you've been waiting on this for long enough - and who knows,
maybe this is the first step, y'know?"

"First step?"

"Yeah, it's time for my girl to become a woman!" Hannah said, laughing.
I blushed a deep red, partially at the idea of Hannah rooting for me to
lose my virginity and partially at the irony of her words. "Oh, Steffy,
I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to make fun, I'm just saying, I hope things
go well for you, I think it'd be great for you to meet a nice guy and
have a real relationship, y'know?" she covered.

"I know, I know, I'm just nervous. We've been friends for long enough, I
mean, I AM interested, I just don't know how to show him that without
making it look like I'm just waiting for him to take me to bed," I
explained, actually meaning that part.

"Just be honest with him. He finally felt like being honest about being interested in you, there's no shame in telling him that it's mutual.
That's not an invitation for him to take you into the broom closet and
fuck your brains out," Hannah said with a smile before turning serious
again. "and he needs to know that no means no if he doesn't already."

I nodded and smiled, although my smile was partially cut short at a
little twitch down below at the thought of that very thing happening,
Charlie and me sneaking off for a quickie in public.

"You're right, I should just be myself, we're both interested, no need
to hide it...actually, y'know, I think I'm going to go ahead and go to Overbay's class...thanks," I said. Before I could say anything, Hannah
leaned in and hugged me hard...I panicked ever so slightly, hoping she
wouldn't lean too far in. After what felt like an eternity, she pulled back.

"My girl's a fighter," she said before heading back to her room.

I managed to make it over to the Social Sciences building and up the
stairs to Dr. Taliaferro's room without too much trouble. Even though I
could still feel my she-cock pressed tightly against my panties, they
didn't feel quite as electric as the gorgeous Wolford pantyhose I had
had on earlier, so by the time I had taken a seat, things were,
noticeable, but still manageable...I got settled and tried to lose
myself in a lecture about 19th Century European History.

Ordinarily, I don't have a problem paying attention in class; Dr.
Overbay was actually quite entertaining to listen to, even if history
isn't your thing, but that afternoon, I have to admit, I was quite
distracted with other things. About twenty minutes in, I realized
exactly how zoned out I had been and tried to snap myself back to reality.

"-and as you can see, by themselves, the Piedmontese didn't have the
might to confront the Austrians, but through Cavour's horse-trading with
the French..."

I shifted a little in my chair and tried to cross my legs, something I'd
done countless times before. However, I'd never tried to do so with a
set of male genitalia between my legs. As I crossed one leg over the
other, I recoiled a little bit as my thighs squeezed my poor little
package. I uncrossed them, then tried to discreetly tuck everything down
as far as I could before crossing my legs back over the other way.

I don't know if it was the angle my thighs were making or if it was
helped by wearing tight leggings, but as I shifted again, I felt a bit
of soft friction against my still-not-entirely-welcome guest. Nothing
painful, actually, quite the opposite. It wasn't as tight as my hand had
been around it, but I could definitely feel it being held just so...I
tried to shift my weight forward and then backward a little bit to get comfortable again. As I did, I began to feel my little twig start to
swell up, like it thought I was trying to play with myself.

I could feel it starting to get longer and thicker, and as it did, it
only enhanced the feeling of my tip pushing against my panties and
leggings, and the shaft was being pressed against my thighs tighter and tighter...I tried to fight the urge to explore myself a little bit when something in my mind took over and I began to slowly rock back and
forth. Without thinking about anything else, as I kept getting hard, I
began to speed up a little bit, ignoring the lecture entirely and
focusing only on my own private self-humping session - I had never heard
the term before, but later on, I would realize that I was basically
giving myself a thighjob.

It didn't feel as natural as my session earlier in the morning, but the
idea of playing with myself in the middle of class struck me as
incredibly sexy. I looked around nervously, wondering if anyone was
watching me. When I was convinced that wasn't the case, I began to rock
faster, shallower, but still enough to keep myself fucking the makeshift
pussy I'd accidentally created.

It wasn't long before I started to feel myself leaking onto my seat.
Even though I'd already had some self-loving earlier, it didn't take
long for me to build up to climax...I looked down with my hands on my
cheeks and bit my lip hard...I was already close...closer...oh, God, cummmmmminnnnnnggggg...

"MMmmmmmMMmmmmmm..." I murmured, trying to let my orgasm out of both top
and bottom quietly, like air leaking out of a balloon...as I slowed
down, the smell of the mess I'd made on myself wafted up to me, and at
the same time, the realization of what I'd just done ripped through my
mind - equal parts shame and disbelief, tinged with a hint of the
feeling of knowing you've gotten away with something unspeakably naughty.

I slowly uncrossed my legs and shifted again in my chair, looking down
and seeing the little damp spot in the chair where my cum - MY cum! -
had seeped down through the polyester and lycra. My first instinct was
to take a tissue and clean it up, when a second, even dirtier thought
hit me: "Why not leave it there, Steffy? Let whoever comes in next be
marked with your cum and have it on them?"

That sounded so nasty when I thought it, but even as unsanitary as it
seemed, there was part of me that was so turned on by the thought that I
smiled and spent the rest of class making sure not to disturb my pretty
mess. It was hard, but I managed to stay clear of it for the rest of
class. I gingerly got up out of my seat and began to head out, but not
before taking one last look back and seeing the little spill I'd had
glisten in the overhead florescent light. Just to be on the safe side, I
also decided to cover everything with a book as I walked out, feeling
like the boy that just hit puberty that I was certainly acting like.

The rest of my afternoon was fairly uneventful as I waited to go meet
with Charlie. I went back to the dorm, talked to Hannah for a little
bit, and thanked God that we didn't have practice that day. Around 5,
Hannah got ready to head out again. She went into her room, and came
back out in a fairly slinky green top that matched her eyes and a white
skirt that stopped well short of her knees, showing off her pale, toned
legs, with some strappy heels that only accentuated everything further.

"Where are you off to?" I asked.

"Well, since you have a big date tonight, I'm off to meet up with some
friends. I'll probably be back way late tonight or maybe tomorrow
morning, so, you'll probably get back before I do. Don't wait up, girl!"

After Hannah headed out, I decided to head into the bathroom and clean
up as best I could. I had thought about changing again, but at the same
time, there was part of me that didn't want to change out of my
cum-soiled clothes - I wanted to wear my secret, I guess you could say.
Just before I headed out, I decided to check my email one last time to
make sure I hadn't missed anything. By and large, there was nothing
special, some notes for upcoming classes, our practice schedule for the
coming week, some offers to join other extracurricular activities -
nothing jumped out until I got to the bottom and found a message from a
strange address that ended in.de. Cautiously, I clicked on it.

"STEFFANY CARLSON, THIS IS DR. MAUSER.

LISTEN TO ME. DO NOT TAKE THE PILLS I GAVE YOU. THERE IS ANOTHER SIDE
EFFECT THAT IS JUST STARTING TO REVEAL ITSELF IN THE OTHER GIRLS THAT
HAVE TAKEN IT. I AM BACK IN GERMANY TRYING TO FIGURE OUT WHAT CAUSES IT
AND HOW IT CAN BE REVERSED.

IF YOU HAVE NOT TAKEN THEM, PLEASE DISPOSE OF THEM AND DELETE THIS
EMAIL. IF YOU HAVE AND IT IS TOO LATE, PLEASE DO NOT PANIC, MYSELF AND
MY COLLEAGUES ARE WORKING AS FAST AS WE CAN TO FIGURE OUT A WAY TO
REVERSE IT. TELL NO ONE.

DO NOT RESPOND TO THIS MESSAGE. WHEN PROGRESS IS MADE, I WILL CONTACT
YOU AGAIN AT AN ADDRESS WE CAN COMMUNICATE THROUGH.

-DR. T."

I stared at the message, reading through it a few times. I wasn't sure
what to make of it. On the one hand, it seemed like it had to be a fake.
On the other hand, nobody else that I knew would have known, and it
seemed like whoever wrote this both knew of my situation and had gone
through a great deal of trouble to present themselves as being overseas.

Even more surprisingly, I wasn't even all that fazed one way or the
other. If it was Dr. Mauser, well, he said he was working on it, and I
imagine it was something he would want to figure out before word got out
about what he had really been giving people...and if it wasn't, well, I
was starting to come to terms with the idea of having this thing for now.

Eventually, though, I finally brought myself to put on some eyeshadow,
lip gloss, and a bit of blush, and began to walk down to the cafe where
Charlie told me to meet him. As it turned out, I was a little early. So
was he. He was just inside, checking his phone, when I walked in.

Charlie was an average enough looking guy, a little under six feet tall,
decent enough shape, with jet black hair and a neatly-trimmed beard. He would've been pretty nondescript if not for his dark brown eyes that
seemed to burn through whatever he was looking at. He was wearing a
shirt from his old high school back in Pennsylvania and some slacks with
some Converse, something completely effortless that was so much so that
it looked like he'd put more thought into it than he had. He smiled as I
walked up to him.

"Hey, glad you made it after all! You feeling okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah, much better than this morning," I assured him. After a
little bit of small talk, we went to the counter and ordered. It was a
bit of slow going; Charlie had a little bit of a limp himself. He had
gotten into a pretty serious car wreck in high school, which had put the
kibosh on his athletic hopes, but in a perverse way, it had given us
something to bond over when I was going through my own recovery. You
never know how much you can take getting around normally for granted
until you can't, and he was the only other person I knew that had had
to, well, still was...going through that sort of thing. We sat down in
some chairs over by the storefront window looking out onto State Street.

"I have to say, I don't come here very often," I told him.

"Yeah, it's pretty good, but I really like coming here for the people
watching. There's not a lot funnier than watching shitfaced frat boys
stumble out of the bars at 10 pm because they never learned how to pace themselves."

I giggled, the sort of laugh you do when something is actually funny but
you really want to make the other person know you're interested.

"So, I have to ask, why now? Why after all this time did you finally
decide to shoot your shot?" I asked.

"Well, I guess I finally realized that, you know, what was I waiting
for? You're cute, we get along really well, why not see if maybe we can
take this to the next level?" he responded. I smiled and looked down
slightly. I have to admit, flattery works on me.

"Can I ask you something?" he began.

"Of course!"

"All this same time, how come you never found someone? You're a great
girl, you're smart, you're an athlete, I would think your dance card
would never be empty."

I thought for a second.

"Maybe I've been waiting for you to come to your senses all this time."

He smiled back wide, although I wasn't sure if it was because that was
what he was hoping to hear or if he thought it was silly.

"Would you be embarrassed if I started coming to your games?" he asked
with a laugh.

"Embarrassed? Why?"

"I mean, I don't know if you'd want someone in the stands going 'YEAH
STEFFY, YOU ROCK!' for the whole ninety minutes - you might have to come
tell me to sit down and shut up at some point..."

"Hmmmm...well, as long as I'm keeping everything out of the net, you can
come be as embarrassing as you want...but if I start to give up goals,
you might have to tone it down a bit."

"Ah, come on, nothing gets by you! You can be the world's hottest wall,"
he joked, "made of very beautiful stone."

Things had been going pretty well so far. Well enough to the point where
I had completely forgotten about my unfortunate surprise until he said
that. I shifted and looked away ever so slightly.

"Hey, I'm sorry, I know that was corny as all hell," he offered.

"No, no, you're fine, I was just thinking about practice tomorrow. I'm
still a little nervous about getting back out there, you know?"

"Why's that?" he asked.

"I mean, my knee feels pretty good, but it's not just that. I've been
out for over a year now. What if I don't have the same pop? What if my reactions are slower after all this time? I don't want to come back and
find out I can't go the same way I used to before I got hurt," I
explained, realizing that in all this time, I'd never actually shared
those fears with him before. Or anyone else, for that matter.

"Ah. I mean, I get that. But really, you can't go out there and worry
about that. Right now, all you need to be thinking about is that you
came back from a really bad injury, you worked hard, you did everything
you needed to, and you're going to come back to do what you love the
most. That's all you need to be focused on, Steff. After all, there are
some of us who would love to be able to get back out there one more
time." I reached out and took his hand in mine.

"Thank you...I really needed to hear that."

Charlie smiled and squeezed my hand, and somehow I could tell that he'd
been waiting to get that feeling off his chest for a while. I'd never
asked if he missed being out on the field himself, and he'd never
volunteered it, either, but something in his demeanor changed, like a
weight had fallen from him.

We ended up talking for what felt like a few minutes but actually turned
out to be nearly two hours. In fact, I hadn't even noticed that the sun
had gone down and the Friday night bar crowd was starting to fill up
State Street. It wasn't until an employee came up and began wiping down
the tables around us that we realized how long we'd been there. I
decided to make a move.

"You know, the night's still pretty young, maybe we could go somewhere
else?" I suggested.

"Like a walk or something?" he offered coyly.

"Umm...I mean, if you're up for that," I sputtered. He laughed softly.

"I would like to, believe me, but I do need to head back and get packed
up, actually."

"Packed up?"

"Yeah, my older brother's coming home for the first time in a while, and
we're all going to spend the weekend together as a family for a change.
And, it is a long way back to Pennsylvania, so I gotta head out early in
the morning."

"Oh, yeah, I get that," I said. "DAMMIT!" I thought.

"Now, I definitely would like to pick this back up with you again some
other time...if you're up for it, anyway..."

"Yeah! Yeah, um, sure, that would be great," I spat out.

"Alright, that sounds good! Hey, at the least, I can walk you back to
your dorm, it's along the way."

"I'd like that..."

We headed out and made our way back across campus. I have to admit, I intentionally walked quite a bit slower than normally, part out of consideration for his condition and part out of not wanting this to come
to such an end just yet. It took about fifteen minutes for us to get to
the front steps of my dorm, and to be honest, I was so caught up in the
moment that I hadn't even thought about my member or how it felt walking
around with it tucked in tight.

"Well, this is me," I said when we got there.

"Yeah...yeah, it is. I have to be honest, I never know how to end these things..." he admitted. I paused for a second.

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"How's this?" I asked before leaning and to kiss him, which he met back
with enthusiasm.

"Okay...yeah, that...that's a good way to do it..."

I smiled and reached out to put my hand on his shoulder.

"I thought you would like that. And I'm going to hold you to that whole 'picking this up again' thing."

"You got it," he said before he turned and headed off.

I watched him a little bit as he trudged back to his building before
going up the steps and inside. When I got back in, I went back into my
room and got onto the bed. Things had gone pretty well! Although they
could've been better...no, no, you can't move too quickly on this,
Steffy, you really like this guy, you can't jump into bed with him,
especially not for your first time...

I hopped up to change. I slipped the tunic off, followed by my shoes,
then my leggings, then I popped my bra off and let it fall to the floor.
I grabbed a pink tank and tossed it on, then some tiny black shorts. As
I went to put them on, I caught myself in the mirror and saw my little
bulge peeking against my panties.

"And I definitely can't do anything as long as YOU'RE here," I said out
loud, practically to it, before I put my shorts on and laid back on the
bed. I tried not to think about it. I didn't want to look down at it.
All I wanted to think about was the good time I'd had with Charlie.

Unfortunately, the more that train of thought ran on, the more excited I started to get...and the more excited I started to get, the more I began
to feel my girldick start to puff up, until finally, I could feel myself
at full mast. Begrudgingly, I looked down at it with a red face full of
renewed anger and embarrassment.

"You know what, fine, if this is how you're going to be, let's make the
most of this," I said. I opened the nightstand and squirted a bit of my
facial lotion into my hand before settling back and taking my cock in my
hand and beginning to work it up and down.

As angry as I was, it didn't make the feeling of stroking myself any
different. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine this thing not being
here anymore, imagined having my virgin pussy back, wet and tight and
ready for Charlie to finger...then kiss and lick...then fill with his
sex, to push deep and hard inside me...God I want you...I want you to
fuck me so hard...I want to make you feel so good...and then...I want
you to cum...I want Charlie to cum inside me...I want him to
cuuuuuummmmmmm, I thought as I began to feel my orgasm unravel again...

I could feel more warm sticky globs of cum blast out of me hard. Not
nearly as much as the first time, but enough to cover my fingers and my
crotch in my own sweet salty juices...I had completely lost myself in my
climax and didn't even care how much of a mess I was making. In my mind,
it was me and Charlie and nobody else-

*click*

"WHAT THE FUCK? WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?"

I snapped back to lucidity to the overhead lights being turned on, and
more importantly, to Hannah, standing in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth
open as far as it can, a look of pure shock on her face as she came eye
to eye with me, her female roommate, laying on the bed, cock in hand,
spewing out semen...

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ShortyMacShortyMac3 months ago
Well written story I like the direction you’re taking this plot. It’s
both sexy and naughty at the same time. 😜

DexdareDexdare4 months ago
Please continue, loving this unusual story

Anonymous6 months ago
I really love your writing style and how you built up the characters to
be likeable and sweet.

I'm also enjoying tone of this story. It's respectful and caring while
still being hot and sexy.

Too many stories are too crass for my taste these days, so this is a
breath of fresh air.

I really hope Steffy and Hannah fall in love!

Dani_does_DallasDani_does_Dallas6 months ago
This is a fun story, love where it's going and looking forward to the
next one

Anonymous6 months ago
Good so far. Hope there’s more and she fucks Charlie.

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