Miss Personality IV: Diane Makes the Team [F18][College][MF]

“I knew you had the heart, but I wasn’t sure if you had the legs… this weekend, at the Bryn Mawr Invite, you’re going to be wearing a singlet and running,” the coach explained to Diane.

It had been six grueling weeks since Diane had walked on the cross-country team and this was the first time, she would be allowed to wear the coveted red and white silky tank of her college and compete. On her first day, she gassed and struggled to finish dead last in a timed run meant to simulate being in an actual race. Today, a few moments before the coach asked Diane to speak to him after practice, she finished solidly in the middle, beating several girls who had actually been recruited. She couldn’t have been prouder.

“I’ll do my best, coach!” Diane sang, a tear in her eye.

“You always do!” he smiled back, then glanced down her top despite his best efforts to avert his eyes from gazing at the compressed perfection that was peeking out of Diane’s sports bra.

In order to secure Diane’s massive breasts, she had been wearing two sports bras; an encapsulation bra, which held her breasts individually, and a compression bra on top of that, to squish everything in place. The compression bra was one size too small, and it squeezed the girl terribly, making it difficult to breathe. Still, it was better than having her tits bouncing up to her chin at every stride.

Since she had walked onto the track team, Diane had cut nearly twenty pounds. She had dropped from spilling out of a double-D brassiere to merely fitting comfortably a regular D-cup. He visibly pleasing bounce when she traversed the track had been somewhat problematic as the football team practiced nearby and, according to rumors, the head coach of the football team had words with Diane’s coach about her distracting the men.

“We’d like your girls to practice somewhere else or at a different time?” the football coach had asked, supposedly in the presence of the athletic director.

“What do you want them to do, Carl… run in the city streets?” the AD shot back, annoyed.

“It’s distracting my players… especially one girl in particular.”

The three men shifted uncomfortably in their seats, knowing they were standing on thin ice by discussing a female student’s breasts.

“Tell your players to focus up on the task at hand, Carl, there is nothing I can do about a… umm… female athlete jogging nearby,” the athletic director sighed.

For the last month and a half, Diane had pushed herself to the brink, running every practice as hard as she could. The same was true for the lifting sessions in the gym where Diane squeezed out every repetition despite her muscles being terribly sore from previous workouts. Slowly she acclimated to the new, insane exercise regimen.

To her dismay, the expensive clothes she had bought at the start of school were all too big on her, including her new collection of jeans. When she bought them, she figured she was done cutting weight and this would be her size from now on and her workouts would be about maintaining, not pushing forward. The expensive clothes in size six needed to be set aside. A trip to the mall with Devyn found Diane trying on size two jeans.

“You look so hot!” her roommate complimented.

Despite all of the new distractions, Diane, with the help of Devyn, had avoided partying almost completely. She never had a day where she could rest. Her schedule was too packed.

“Study… Sleep… Party… choose two!” one of the senior girls had told her and Devyn during practice.

“Where on that list is running?” Devyn asked.

“Study… run… sleep… choose two… no parties and no sleep for you! Not until after Centennial Conference Championship,” the upperclassman laughed.

The only indulgence she had allowed herself were the nightly inseminations she received from her boyfriend who, conveniently, lived on her floor in the dorms.

“Can I have the room?” Diane would ask Devyn.

“Time for your medicine?”

“Oh, yes!”

“I’ll study in the common room with the other losers who aren’t getting any!” Devyn joked.

“Umm… hello? Is Aiden not giving you the D?”

“Not for two weeks… he needs to get his ass over here and give me some!”

Devyn would pass Marcus in the hallway and give each other a sly nod.

“Give it to her good!” She’d joke to the tall athlete.

“Always do!” He’d smiled back.

After researching various forms of birth control, Diane had gotten an implant that could stay inside of her for years if needed. It seemed trusting a college guy to remember to buy condoms was a bad bet. Also, Diane found that experiencing Marcus’ penis without a condom was a delectable treat she craved.

“I have a lot of work to do!” Diane informed Marcus, hinting sex would need to be very efficient, while they both stripped.

“Yeah, me too,” he’d agree.

In addition to both of them being student athletes, they were also taking up rigorous courses of study. Diane was giving herself the option to either apply for medical school in three years or graduate school to be a research scientist. Marcus was already certain he wanted to work in finance. They had exactly ten minutes to both orgasm and then get back to the books. The other students had the luxury of studying in the afternoon while the couple would be training. Sacrifices needed to be made.

Diane would study at her desk until the frustration of doing her work would well up inside of her and make the girl terribly horny. It was just a matter of time until she would text Marcus and coordinate her relief.

“Do you feel calmer… happier… more you… when there is cum inside of you?” Diane asked Devyn.

“Oh God, yes! Getting on birth control was the best thing I ever did! You need to switch to the pill… your monthly bill is waaaay easier on the pill,” Devyn added.

“It’s just one less thing to remember,” Diane shrugged.

“I bet it’s an evolutionary… the reason why I become so relaxed when cum is inside of me… So I sit still and decrease the amount that just flys out of my v-jay so I get pregnant… what do you think, Dev?”

“Maybe… is this what they’re teaching you in pre-med?” she laughed.

Now that Diane was naked, horny, and climbing into bed with her man, she was desperate for that perfect moment where the hard tip of her man’s cock pushed inside of her, creating that immaculate feeling of fullness and something hard to squeeze while she rubbed her clitoris, and, finally, to pump her full of that delicious cum that made her almost Zen-like and able to completely focus on her schoolwork.

“On my back?” She asked her man.

“Yes,” he permitted.

Diane arched her back, opened her legs for him, and positioned herself in the ideal way to allow her man to penetrate her. Not wasting time, Marcus placed his hips inside of Diane’s and parted her wet lips with the tip of his throbbing cock. Feeling how wet she was, he easily pushed inside and began fucking her nice and hard; exactly the way Diane liked.

“ERR! ERR! ERR!” Marcus grunted while he pounded the skinny girl, causing her massive tits to roll as they stood, erect on her chest.

Diane rapidly swirled her clitoris with two fingers. This was her moment as Marcus’ veiny cock plunged into her deeper and harder. His massive arms were like Greek columns, posted on either side of her head. Marcus was thirteen inches taller than Diane and used his long body like a lever, creating tremendous force as he hammered.

“AHH! AHH! I’m close! Cum in me!” Diane belted as the walls of her pussy began to contract, squeezing Marcus’ cock, as she climaxed.

“GRRRRR!” he grunted, pumping his sperm into Diane.

“AHHH!” she moaned, feeling the burst inside, fueling her orgasm.

Marcus held his cock inside of his girlfriend as they kissed and came down from the high of their orgasm. Then, he dexterously pivoted, while staying inside of his girl, to spoon her on the tiny bed. Diane wiggled and pressed backwards, trying to get as close as possible to her man. Every few moments she would feel Marcus’ cock pulse inside of her again.

“That was amazing!” Diane cooed.

“Yeah!” Marcus agreed.

“I have to finish my lab write-up,” Diane frowned.

“Yeah, I’m still battling Diffy-Q’s,” Marcus added.

“I still can’t believe you tested out of Calc… I didn’t even try… and I got a four on my AP exam in high school,” Diane complimented her man, who was about to slip out of her. Anticipating his departure, Diane reached for the well-placed box of tissues right by her bed. She yanked out two tissues and held them to her parted lips while the slick cock evacuated her pussy, followed by an eruption of semen.

“I busted my ass to test out of Calc… it’s the only way I can double-major and still graduate on time,” Marcus said, wiping the semen off his cock with a tissue handed to him by Diane. “You know… you used to suck my cock after sex, Diane.”

“Do you miss that?” she teased.

“Well… I mean… how could I not!”

“Well… when the cookie store is closed in two weeks, I’ll suck you every day, ok babe?”

“You’re amazing!” he smiled and kissed her.

They both dressed and Diane kept the wad of tissues pressed against her labia. She let Marcus leave first, waited a few moments, then walked to the ladies’ room down the hall. Every time they both left together, the girl across the hall would always give her a dirty look.

Across the hall lived an overweight girl who was cohabitating with a skinny, pretty girl who had tried to talk to Marcus once, but Diane’s man cut the girl off in mid-sentence and walked away. The skinny potential boyfriend thief only came back to her room to sleep and seemed quite hostile to her chubby roommate. In fact, Diane had often heard the skinny bitch speaking in a tone to the girl that was anything but pleasant. Diane looked at the overweight girl, studying at her desk with a bag of chips and a can of Coke and thought: ‘that was almost me.’

On more than a few occasions, Diane almost walked into her room to talk to her. Diane wanted to show the girl a picture of herself, a mere six months ago, and tell her that sitting alone, eating chips, and wishing she was somewhere else, wishing she were SOMEONE else, didn’t have to be her life. Except every time Diane got it into her head to try and throw her that life raft, and Diane would open the door and make eye contact, the girl would look at her with such contempt.

“I don’t have time in my life to help someone stop being angry,” Diane commented to Devyn about the girl.

“Her? From across the hall? One time I said hello to her, and she totally snubbed me!” Devyn replied, making a face like she tasted something sour.

“Yeah, I’m excited for Marcus to see Aiden again,” Diane giggled, changing the subject.

“Oh, the bro-mance is in full effect starting this weekend!” Devyn laughed.

At a glance, Devyn’s long-term boyfriend had absolutely nothing in common with Marcus. Aiden was an exceptionally good looking, fun, affable guy who had ultra-liberal views and was quite active in expressing them. Aiden had run track in high school, but his sports career ended the day he graduated. Marcus, who was also exceptionally handsome, was a football player who wanted to be a shot caller on Wall Street, duking it out with the other capitalists. Yet, from the first time they met, they hit it off so well that the girls began joking that Aiden was there to see Marcus and not her.

This trip was going to be one of many first time experiences. Before Aiden arrived, both of the girls would be running in the varsity cross-country meet for the first time. Then, they’d all be going out drinking before sleeping in the same room. On previous occasions, either Devyn and Aiden stayed in a hotel, or Marcus’ roommate was out of town. Because they planned on going to a campus party to celebrate both girl’s debut varsity appearance, leaving campus to a hotel afterwards seemed impractical.

“We’ll be drunk, it will be fine!” Devyn assured.

“Yeah, we’ll probably just pass out!” Diane agreed.

“Well… you two can just pass out… it’s been too long without the ‘D’ for me!” Devyn laughed.

The day of the race arrived, and Diane packed her gear into the duffel the equipment manager had given her. Then she put on the warm-up suit with her college logo and stood next to her roommate in their dorm mirror, also donning the issued gear.

“We are BAAAAAAAD bitches,” Devyn joked.

The girls on the cross-country team had a locker room but they never used it, nor did they ever use visitors’ facilities when the team traveled. None of the girls changed in front of each other. After a long bus ride, the girls followed their coaches to their designated zone and peeled off their warm-up to reveal they had already put on their singlets and short shorts.

Diane had an additional step that the other girls didn’t require, squeezing her enormous breasts into two sports bras. The other girls already had on their, mostly, ceremonial sports bras, creating a barrier over their ‘A’ and ‘B’ cup bosoms. For most of the ladies, the primary function of the sports bra was to eliminate the painful repetitive friction that running caused on their sensitive nipples. The materials were specifically designed for this purpose. Still, many girls opted to put tiny dabs of Valleline on their pink and brown buds to ensure comfort.

For Diane, her sports bras were just too tight to comfortably wear the entire bus ride. In anticipation of the event, she had practiced putting them on without taking off her jacket. It was a difficult task which was further complicated by the hundreds of people walking around at the crowded event. She was terrified that one of her milky white breasts would pop out for all to see while she tried to stuff them inside of the two restrictive garments. Diane struggled, with both arms inside of the jacket, like some massive butterfly attempting to affix wings while still inside the chrysalis, but couldn’t seem to complete her task.

“I’m just going to run to the ladies!” Diane yelled and went into a disgusting porta-potty. She took off her precious singlet, stuffed her breasts into the cups of her new favorite encapsulation sports bra, then pulled the compression bra over that, and, finally, put her singlet back on. With the two bras on and just the thin singlet, it made her breasts look even more massive. As she walked back to the group, every eye, both male and female, landed on her. Even some were bold enough to point.

“It’s fine!” Diane breathed to herself.

When she returned to the group Devyn was right there to greet her.

“Are you ready for this!” she cheered.

“Yes!” Diane replied, matching her enthusiasm.

Then Diane looked into the cluster of parents, trying to see her family who had promised to be at the event. She hadn’t seen them since she left for school nearly two months ago, but had texted and talked with her mother almost every day.

*There’ll be time for that later*, Diane said to herself.

The coach gathered the team in order to give his last-minute instructions before the race began.

“You put in the work… you did everything right… I only have one ask… just this one thing… empty the gas tank. Don’t leave a bit of energy in reserve. When you’re done with the race… your tank should say ‘E’.”

The team shifted their weight back and forth with nervous energy, listening to their coach.

“Natalie, that girl from Arcadia is slotted to win and her teammates are going to try and box everyone out so she can front run. Remember… the goal of the box is to make you waste energy trying to run around… anticipate the box! Run your race!”

All eyes fell of Natalie for the briefest of moments. Diane was so impressed with how calmly focused the girl appeared. Fireworks of nervousness were going off inside of Diane.

“Ok? Let’s do this! Ready?” Natalie yelled, then the team clustered in close.

“GOOOOO Swatties!” Everyone yelled.

Moments later, Diane found herself with nearly a hundred other women, crowded into a clump on patchy grass.

BANG!

As the gun went off, Diane launched herself forward. She started off running with Devyn, but they were instantly separated from the chaos. There were too many girls and Diane bumped into other runners and struggled to keep her balance. She saw a pocket of open space ahead and pushed hard to get away from the pack and run free.

“Empty the tank!” she gritted, holding that faster gear she used to escape the crowd.

The packed course, filled with star runners, forced Diane to battle and run like the way her father drove whenever he was running late, cutting off other motorists and veering past obstacles. She pushed and pushed until she saw the first mile marker. Diane didn’t have a stopwatch on her, but she felt her mile split was possibly her best. Her heart and lungs cooperated with her legs. She gritted her teeth and stayed in high gear.

“Mile marker two!” she gnashed, pushing to keep up the pace. Her heart was starting to get above the one-thirty beats per minute level, but she pressed on. The group had thinned, and even though she was far from the leaders, there were plenty of girls behind her.

“Mile market three!” she snorted. She felt like her heart was up near one-hundred-sixty beats per minute but there was only three-quarters of a mile left. It was time to push. Diane’s eyes watered as she tried to find an even higher gear.

“There’s the end!” her brain screamed as she saw a girl in a green singlet catching up to her shoulder. They bumped together as they ran. Diane was not going to be edged out. This girl didn’t go through what Diane did. This girl was never Miss Personality. She didn’t know how hard it had been and what Diane had done to get there. With her heart exploding in her chest and her breathing losing all uniformity, Diane dug into the depths of her soul and finish with the green singlet girl half of a step behind her.

The moment before Diane crossed the finish line, she saw the giant lighted stopwatch and it read twenty-one minutes and fifty-four seconds. She had broken the twenty-two-minute mark and crushed her personal best. She was so happy that she became emotional and a few tears collected in her eyes that were already damp from the extreme exertion. As she walked away from the other athletes, crossing the threshold of the finish line, her legs buckled from the strain, but she managed to stay upright.

“E!” she grunted between gasps.

It took Diane nearly a minute to regain control of her breathing and allow her heart rate to drop to a level where she couldn’t hear it echoing in her head. Still, she stood tall and sucked in air the way she was taught at practice. That’s when she saw her parents. Still catching her breath, Diane wobbled over to greet them on shaky legs.

“You made it!” She belted at them.

Both of her parent’s faces twisted in alarm as they almost jumped out of their skin.

“Diane?” her father asked.

“Umm… yeah! Did you see me finish?” the excited girl blurted.

“Oh my God! I… umm… I… didn’t recognize you!” he babbled.

“You’re so skinny! Sweetie! You’re skin and bones!” her mother added with a note of almost terror in her voice.

Both of her parents had a front row seat for Diane’s summertime transformation where the girl lost a tremendous amount of weight through diet and exercise and they were both incredibly proud of her for doing so. Yet, they hadn’t seen the girl in nearly two months. All the while, they had been living in the home Diane grew up in, surrounded by dozens of pictures on the wall of their chubby daughter. Her high school graduation picture was a centerpiece of the living room, where the nearly two-hundred-and-fifty-pound girl looked like a giant cupcake in her academic regalia. Now they had just been accosted by a wiry but toned, buxom stranger who had, somehow, stolen their daughter’s eyes, nose, chin, and smile right off her face. They stared at her like she was an apparition.

Diane took a step back from her concerned parents; their offput looks completely destroyed the jubilation in her heart for her magnificent athletic performance.

“Mom… Dad… I’ve been training… I just ran a personal best for this race!”

“But are you eating, honey?”

“Am I eating? I had a huge heap of pasta for dinner. I had an omlette and two bowls of raisin bran for breakfast. And I ate a cliff bar like forty minutes ago! I’m eating almost three thousand calories a day!”

“Honey, you can’t be eating if you’re this skinny… are you… throwing up?”

“Mom!”

“I think… I think maybe you should come home for a semester… and get healthy,” her father added.

Then, like a saving grace, Devyn had spotted Diane talking with her parents and walked over.

“Hey!” Devyn yelled.

“Please don’t embarrass me,” Diane whispered to her parents as Devyn arrived. “Mom, Dad, this is my roommate and my best friend, Devyn!” Diane said, feigning being cheerful.

“So nice to meet you! Your daughter… ugh! I love her!” Devyn belted, in her perky, happy voice.

“You’re both so… so… skinny,” Diane’s father said, shaking Devyn’s hand.

“Umm… well… yeah, I guess,” Devyn replied, a bit confused by the comment. “Did you know you beat me?” Devin said, turning to Diane.

“What?”

“Yup… you torched me! I was trying to catch up at the end, but you were impossible to catch!”

“Yeah, I broke twenty-two minutes! That’s better than a six-minute mile!”

“I saw! Amazing!” Devyn said, continuing to hug her.

“You ran a mile in six minutes?” her father asked, incredulous.

“She ran four of them in a row,” Devyn replied for her.

“Technically, a little faster than that,” Diane added.

“You must be headed to the Olympics… both of you!” Diane’s father gasped.

“Hardly,” Devyn chuckled. “Umm… did you know Natalie won?” Devyn said to Diane.

“No!” Diane gasped.

“Yeah… twenty minutes and forty seconds,” she complimented.

“Wow!”

“Hey… I am staaaarving… when are they feeding us?” Devyn whined.

“Box lunch on the bus,” Diane complained, making a face.

“We’ll take you girls to lunch! Do you have to take the bus?” Diane’s mother jumped in.

“No… a lot of girls are going home with parents… what do you have in mind for us?” Diane smiled, holding Devyn’s hand, implying her roommate was very much invited.

“There’s a few Italian spots near here… we saw one… Fellini Café… it looked nice!” her mother offered.

“Perfect, we’ll be back in ten minutes!” Diane smiled.

The girl’s walked back to the group where everyone was congratulating Natalie.

“Thanks, little sis!” Natalie said to Diane. Ever since Diane had stood up to the girl, Natalie had fiercely protected her which had paved the way to her relationship with Marcus working out so well. The nickname ‘Track Tits’ that Diane briefly owned was long forgotten and everyone knew her as just ‘Diane’, or ‘Marcus’ girl’, or ‘oh my God who is that!?!?’.

At the Italian restaurant, Diane and Devyn each started with a caprese salad then dove into massive pasta dishes. Diane’s parents watched each girl carefully, trying to figure if they planned on keeping the huge meal in their tiny stomachs or not. When Diane excused herself to the restroom, Diane’s mother followed her, and none too subtly, kept a close eye on the girl and saw that she only peed and didn’t vomit up her spaghetti Bolognese.

When they returned to campus, Diane had planned a second surprise for her parents. She had coordinated with Marcus to meet them at the entrance of the dorm.

“Mom, Dad… this is my boyfriend, Marcus!” Diane introduced.

Diane’s father’s eyes bulged as he looked at the hulking man standing in front of him, shaking his hand. Diane’s father very closely resembled Jerry Seinfeld’s beloved friend George; pudgy, bald, stocky. Marcus was a completely unique creature; nearly six-foot five, dense packed muscle, and an angled face with high cheekbones, a strong jawline offset by a warm, friendly smile, and sparkling blue eyes. Before it was known he belonged to Diane, some of the girls on campus had begun calling him ‘the Viking’ but now he was known as ‘off the market’, being possessed by, arguably, the best-looking girl in the freshman class.

“Oh my!” Diane’s mother warmly exclaimed and opted to hug the man around his waist.

After a few minutes of small talk Diane’s parents decided it was time for them to drive home.

“Diane… sweetheart… I’m so happy that you’re doing so well!” her mother beamed, hugging her daughter.

“I just don’t know how you fit all that pasta in you!” her father joked, satisfied she was eating enough as the massive lunch had been consumed well over an hour ago, and his wife’s covert spying in the ladies’ room more than satisfied his concerns about his daughter having an eating disorder.

“Do you think our Diane is having sex with that boy?” her father asked in the car.

“That is a man… and… probably. I’ll talk to her and make sure she’s being safe,” her mother replied.

Her father grumbled and drove aggressively.

“Is your boyfriend here yet?” Diane asked Marcus, referring to Aiden.

“Funny… he’s upstairs… maybe you didn’t notice Devyn run out of the car to get to him,” he smiled.

The couple walked, arm and arm, into the dorms and met their friends upstairs. The boys started drinking beers in Marcus’ room while the girls began getting ready. They grabbed their towels, stripped, and walked with their totes full of lotions and scrubs to the shower.

“When I first met you, I was SOOOO intimidated!” Devyn confessed to Diane.

“What? No! You are so gorgeous! I was intimidated by you!” Diane implored.

Diane really had been intimidated by Devyn. Also, Devyn still had no idea that in High School, Diane had been very unpopular. She didn’t know Diane had been very overweight. She didn’t know that Diane was ‘Miss Personality’.

“Oh my God! When I saw you… your boobs… your face… I was scared that you wouldn’t want to be my friend,” Devyn replied, honest and full of emotion.

“If I wasn’t covered in soap, I’d hug you, sweetie! You’re so amazing! You’re my best friend!” Diane wailed.

The other girls in the ladies’ room ignored the two beautiful women, complimenting each other while their handsome boyfriends slugged beers, waiting for the girls to finish their beautification process.

The girls went back to their room, fished for their favorite lingerie in their drawers, and stepped into their thongs without removing their towels and turned away to put on their bras. In their underwear, the girls fired up their blow driers and endured the deafening wind tunnel roar of the twin, high end, Harry Josh and Parlux engines.

Both of the girls selected tight fitting jeans and alluring tops to match. Since Diane had been dating Marcus, she had tried to tone down how much cleavage she was showing, but tonight was a celebration, so she went with a plunging neckline.

“Ugh! Goddess!” Devyn catcalled her.

The foursome went out to a party being hosted by a few of the football players. At first, despite spending an inordinate amount of time with Marcus, who was huge, Diane felt intimidated by the massive men. But quickly, she realized that most of them were teddy bears. It was clear to her that Marcus was extremely well liked by the upperclassmen who cheers him with frothy cans of beer and joked with him. It was also clear to Diane why Aiden and Marcus became friends so quickly. Aiden was one of those people who had instant likability. He never seemed awkward. He always smiled. And he always had clever lines he used to endear himself.

“Hey! Marcus’ friend! Can you tap this keg?” One of the beefy men asked the newcomer freshman, seeing if he could put the jokester on the spot.

“I bet I could figure it out… shouldn’t be too difficult… I mean… it’s not a clitoris!” he grinned.

The massive men roared with laughter.

Diane felt like she was the queen bee. All of the men made a point of getting to know her. They asked her questions. They made her laugh until her ribs hurt. She was having a wonderful time.

*Was this how the popular girls felt in high school?* She wondered.

“One beer, one water!” Devyn said to Diane, walking up with two red solo cups filled to the brim with water.

“I think I’m buzzed!” Diane giggled, taking the second glass in her hand.

“Yeah, well coach has us running early tomorrow morning… he does this intentionally to make sure we don’t party too much,” a familiar voice sounded behind the two girls.

It was Natalie. Diane placed her cups down and wrapped her arms around the senior.

“I’m so happy you’re here!” Diane yelped.

“Me too, lil sis!” Natalie smiled.

“You should date one of the REEEAAALLLY big guys… I’m telling you… it’s great!” Diane slurred to Natalie who smiled at the drunk freshman.

“Not really my style,” Natalie grinned.

“Then do you like the pretty ones… like Devyn does… like pretty, pretty Aiden?” Diane offered as her friends laughed.

Natalie shook her head, again, while grinning from ear to ear.

“Then what do you do for dick?” Diane puzzled, causing the entire room to roar with laughter.

“Not the biggest fan of dick,” Natalie shrugged, joining in the laughter.

“OOOOHHHH!!” Diane clued in. “Then we need to find you some pussy!”

The room exploded in laughter.

Diane was encouraged to drink her full glass of water, and then another, and then the foursome decided to head home. All of them had competed in their respective sports, and they all had practice in the morning. Also, Devyn had been grinding against Aiden like she was in heat.

“We’re gunna head back,” Devyn said over and over.

“Nooooo! Staaaaaay!” Diane begged until Devyn finally won her over.

As they neared the dorms, something caught Diane’s eye. It was a truck. An old truck. She squinted and looked. It was Brian’s truck.

“Marcus… I know that guy! That guy in the truck! I went on a few dates with him over the summer and he was a real jerk!”

“Oh?” Marcus replied, becoming alert.

“Yes, can we please just get into the dorm without him seeing us, so we don’t have to deal with bullshit?”

It didn’t matter. Just as Diane finished saying those words, the door of the truck swung open, and Brian hopped out.

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