EZ peeked, and was amazed to see Randi and Mandi (he could scarcely care which was which) making out. Their faces alone were striking, and they couldn't pull their clothes off their glorious summer-tanned physiques fast enough. EZ gulped to realize that this was indeed "Knockers" Hall, just judging from the serious weighty breastage both girls were packing. They grabbed and French kissed other like ravenous wolves, and after some incredible tit-play one knelt down and buried her face in the other's pussy.
EZ envied the pussy-licker, and he had the erection to prove it. He got self-conscious as another brick-house-built busty babe in brief clingy clothes slowly passed his stall, lingering and smirking in envious appreciation of the red hot lovers.
At last the girl getting eaten had a gentle, almost poetic orgasm, and EZ could begin to understand why the women of Winck University felt so possessive of their dykedom. They kissed and "made up" over their "disagreement" -- to EZ it seemed they really hadn't had much of a disagreement, but maybe they just enjoyed "making up" an awful lot.
He was about to sneak away, when suddenly the stalls to either side of him got occupied, and the next thing he knew he was literally in the middle of a conversation.
"Did you see the front page of today's Winck Herstorian?" said Lefty.
"Hell of an inflammatory headline," growled Righty, who had an interesting low Xena-like register. "'Ruud Scholar Can Just Nod Instead of Saying Yes.'"
"I don't see what the big deal is. That's just him, not whoever he dates. He still has to ask every question, and she still has verbal power against him."
"That's this year. The next year they'll say she can just nod her head too -- and then this pig bastard will rape her and whine 'She nodded, honest she did, it was only a little mistake!' There's a principle here. We can't back down on this, sister. Fascism is coming."
EZ flushed (without having gone), peeked and listened, and then scampered back to room 128. Clearly, a serious mistake had been made in the assignment of dorm rooms, and a waking nightmare of Xena Warrior Princess chasing after him with a giant sword thirsting for the blood of castration filled his brain.
No sooner did he shut the door behind him and feel safe, however, than someone demanded "Who the hell are you!?!?"
He stared. This was the very woman who had slowly slunk past Randi and Mandi with an envious smirk back in the women's room, and this was what he had come to Winck for, this kind of Rhona Mitra lookalike in black aerobic sweats showing off her legs and waist, her bust a simply massive veranda for the brick house that was her bod.
He tried to think fast. "Have you seen Terry Summers?"
She furiously snatched up a baseball bat. "I'M Terry Summers! This room belongs to me and Eliza Bell!"
Eliza Bell? He was beginning to guess the mistake here. "So that's it! My name is EZ Bell. There's obviously been some mixup."
"I don't fucking care, asshole, GET OUT!"
Terry Summers lunged and swung at him.
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