Isaac Byrne - The Tolerant

DJ and Brittney made it back to the dorm in the dead of night. Thingswere good and quiet; many residents wouldnt return until tomorrow, andby this hour, even the ones who were here were in bed for the night. DJkissed her goodnight and left her to return to her own room down thehall, crawling into a bed all by himself for the first time in what feltlike a very long time.

He didnt wake up until after noon. Having never liked eating alone(even though it had been a common part of his day-to-day for much of hislife), he roused her in the morning to take her to breakfast. Herroommate and fellow hottie Mercedes was back, standing wrapped in atowel after a recent return from the shower. While Brittney got dressed,DJ tugged it down and took a good eyeful. She was as smoking hot as hedfigured; a curvy but lithe Latina built for salsa dancing; he rememberedher saying she loved doing so during the introductory floor meeting.

Someday soon hed need to have her give him a demonstration, once he hada good outfit picked out for it.

So, like, you guys are a couple now or something? she asked as heflicked her butt repeatedly, testing its firmness. The question wasdirected to Brittney, in a tone that sounded like she was asking ifBrittney had decided to shave her head.

Brittney smiled at him sweetly. Yeah, looks like. We had a lot of funover fall break.

Ill say, he said, smiling back a moment before helping himself to acaress up and down Mercedes smooth, tawny thighs.

Brittney pulled on a pair of comfy black leggings and slid her feet intosome comfy boots. Ready.

DJ stood up and took a nipple in his mouth, giving a quick suck andnibble before releasing her. Cool. See ya, Mercedes.

He opened the door, gallantly letting Brittney out first; Scott, anotherresident on the floor, was walking by with his shower caddy, and gapedat the naked girl. She put her hands on her hips furiously. Get thefuck out of here, pervert! He practically jumped down the hallway, andMercedes shook her head at the nerve of him, peeping on her. Later, DJ,later B.

The dining hall was pretty well-populated, but he skipped to the frontof the line to see what they had prepared. He was really in the mood fora late breakfast, so, having grown somewhat accustomed to having Morganaround to wait on him hand and food, DJ found a cafeteria worker and hadhim get to work on custom-making him his breakfast. He offered to letBrittney take similar advantage, but she declined, grabbing a cup ofnon-fat yogurt and an orange.

They were mid-way through the meal, sitting in awkward silence (DJ wasyet to find anything she had to talk about that was of interest to him).The TV in the corner was blaring an interview with some obnoxiouspolitician, and that only made the silence worse. He wished hed orderedless.

Then Ashley Vandoren appeared.

She didnt even have food; she just made her way over and sat downbeside him, ignoring Brittneys presence across the table except for anacknowledging glance as she sat down. Heya, asshole, she saidcasually.

Oh, hi Ashley, he said. Even a week of torrid sex with scads ofattractive women didnt undo his lifelong reflex to be awkward whenapproached unexpectedly by a pretty girl. And Ashley was that, even inthe simple t-shirt and jeans shed worn to breakfast, her dark red hairin its usual thick poofy mane that communicated both a lack of interestin grooming and a lack of need for it at the same time.

He caught Brittney looking curiously, and introduced her. This isBrittney. She lives on my floor. Oddly, he still felt weird introducingher as his girlfriend sometimes.

Should I be jealous? she asked, not even looking toward the othergirl. He just gave her a questioning look. Are you fucking her, Ashleyclarified, speaking slowly.

He sure is. I went home with him for break. Brittney chimed in. Itwasnt catty; she sounded perfectly cheerful about it, in fact.

How about you? How was your break? he interjected, trying to shiftaway from the awkward topic at hand. Having a girl dominate aconversation felt strange now. He needed to get his mind right.

Boring as fuck, like always. Dont change the subject, asshole. Damn,most guys would be stoked for a chance to brag about nailing a piece oftail like that. Didja keep it good and kinky? Nail her with the curtainsopen for the neighbors? Sneak in a good night blowjob in the back seatparked in the driveway?

Oh, nothing so exotic as thatjust fucked a girl in the ass while sheate her out, then on the roof during a big party, then fucked a halfdozen other girls right in front of her, he said evenly.

Ashley laughed, clearly taking it as a joke. A man can dream, rightDeej?

Talking about it helped make him mindful of it. These were the things hehad done. Could do now. Whenever he wanted. His confidence surged backas his new reality asserted itself. Dream, nothing. If I wanted ablowjob from her right now, wed do it.

Her smile slowly faded as she took stock of his earnest tone. Yeah, andget tossed out on your ass.

Nobody throws me out.

She looked back and forth between him and Brittney, him staringseriously, her smiling pleasantly. Put up or shut up.

He smirked. Whats in it for me?

Well, Im pretty sure getting arrested, but even if you got some kindof connection like you seem to think you do, you get a blowjob out ofit.

I could have that anyway. You want to watch, you got to ante up.

I got squat for cash on hand.

He drummed his fingers. You know I dont want your money.

She gave him an innocent look he was almost certain was feigned. Almost.So youre saying you want my With masterful subtlety, she shiftedher posture and her arm placement just so, and suddenly it wasimpossible to look at her and not be aware of those stupendous tits ofhers, even in the simply baggy t-shirt. what, exactly?

Theres a long answer to that question, but Id settle for your shirt.

She smiled coyly. But she has to do it to completion, or you getnothing. Brittney just sat by, listening as she took another tiny biteof her yogurt.

Deal. DJ supposed if he wanted Ashleys shirt he could have justreached out and taken it, but he had to admit that her way was more fun.He turned to Brittney. All right, babe. I need you to earn me thatshirt.

Youre sure we cant go back to your room and do it? Or mine? Mercedesscrews around with guys while Im in the room all the time, so shetotally owes me. Even as she said it, though, she was getting up andcoming around the table.

Oh come on, you got a giftyou should be proud of it. Show it off.

She smiled at his compliment as she sank to a crouch in front of him.Ashley moved to the far end of the long tableprobably figuring shedidnt want to be culpable in this when campus security inevitablyarrivedbut was still close enough for a good intimate view. Wow, noteven trying to be sneaky about it, going under the table. Ballsy, Deej.Stupid, but ballsy.

DJ dropped his pants to his ankles, and Brittney immediately got towork. It occurred to him he hadnt had a full blowjob from her sincethat first night together, before break; as she lovingly licked andkissed his cock to hardness, he wanted to kick himself for neglectingthe opportunity.

As ever eager to please, Brittney unabashedly took his cock into hermouth and blew him. No, that wasnt even itshe made love to his cock.Well no, that was still wrong. It was like making love, but with hermouth. It was affectionate and needful and eager and kind, somehow.He was fast becoming an expert on blowjobs, but he was yet to meet agirl who put her heart into it like good ol Brittney Jenner.

Ashley, meanwhile, seemed to be the only one in the cafeteria staring.She wasnt at firstthe two were being so obvious she didnt thinktheyd make it ten seconds before people started screaming or flashingpictures. Still, nobody seemed to object to the scene unfolding in thecafeteria. It was clearly in peoples peripheral, but nobody intervened.