Part 5 - Midsummer Knight

The College Experiment

by Little Katie

Day three: Late Night

Patricia carried the huge stuffed animal to the front door of her apartment. She turned around, gave a big smile to Paul and waved to him as he backed out of the small driveway. The Cavalier sat in its usual spot, meaning Colleen was at home. Patricia opened the door and made her way to the living room before laying the large teddy bear on the recliner.

"Have a good date?" Colleen asked as she eyed the prize.

"It was very educational," Patricia joined her friend on the couch.

"How much money did he waste before winning you that?"

"Only two dollars, he won it on his first go-around. Just to teach me a lesson."

"What lesson was that?"

"Being true to myself and the people around me. Especially my ultra-sneaky friend."

"Who, me?"

"Why didn't you tell me that you and Paul knew each other?"

"Well that," Colleen fumbled around for the correct words. "Well, I was going to, but I didn't think you would handle it that well. I mean you might not have even tried all this and that would've been a shame."

"Well, I have only one thing to say about that," Patricia feigned anger. "Thank you."

Colleen smiled at her friend and then gave her the biggest hug she could.

"I still don't know what to do on Monday," Patricia said as they both leaned against separate arms of the couch.

"What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I should go back to being a boy again?"

"Oh yeah, I guess if you don't that would have its own set of problems."

"You think if I showed up to class in a dress they would call my parents?"

"They might, and the shock might give some of your professors heart attacks." Colleen smiled, trying to keep the mood light.

"What am I going to do? Now I'm more confused then ever."

"We still have some time before then, I'm sure we can think of something. I mean, I know you don't have many clothes, well, girl clothes that is, but you are more then welcome to borrow some of mine."

"Thanks, maybe I need to sleep on it and talk to Paul about it some."

"You're going to see him again?" Colleen inquired as she leaned in.

"He's coming over tomorrow and going to bring his favorite movie with him. "

"Tomorrow, I'm going to be in the computer lab most of the night finishing up my paper."

"So, even better." Patricia gave a wry smile.

"You little devil you." Colleen smiled back.

The rest of the night was spent in relative silence getting projects finished for various classes. Colleen, the procrastinator, found herself drowning in deadlines. Patricia, who planned better, only had an art portfolio to finish up. It didn't take that long, since he, Patrick, had organized magazine cutouts and printouts of various art to paste into a report he had already written and proofed.

Day four: P.M.

Colleen had already left for the computer lab when Patricia stepped out of the shower. Patrick had already taped down the part of his anatomy that seemed to be the culprit for all his dilemmas lately and slipped on a fresh pair of panties. Patricia already had permission to rummage through Colleen's closet and didn't hesitate. She had some idea what she wanted to wear for this evening's date, it had only taken a few hours to decide while she was falling asleep the previous night. She found a red cotton mini-skirt hanging in the closet hiding between the cheerleader costume Colleen wore for Halloween and a cream jumper. Patricia pulled the mini-skirt to her waist and buttoned it. It was just the right size and Patricia went in front of the mirror to view its length. It came a few inches down her thigh, just the right length to be provocative but not too slutty. She then put on her water bra and began wishing that somehow the artificially created flesh was actually there somewhere. Finally, Patricia put on a baby-tee so she could show off her flat stomach. Satisfied with the look she had created, she made her way down to the living room.

Patricia was carefully lighting two candles that she had placed atop the television when there was a gentle knock. She quickly made her way to the door, but paused a few seconds to compose herself and not seem anxious. She opened the door and smiled at her long awaited guest.

"These are for you," Paul pulled out a bouquet of daisies from behind his back.

"For me," Patricia blushed as she took them from Paul. She gave him a light peck on the lips in return for the flowers. "Let me put these in water, you know where the living room is."

Patricia grabbed an empty orange juice bottle, filled it with water and placed the flowers in it. She rested the vase on the center of the kitchen table and then walked to the living room with a big bowl of popcorn.

"May I say you look stunning?" Paul complimented as he saw Patricia walk towards him.

"That was the idea." Patricia grinned and then carefully sat next to Paul. "So what movie did you bring?"

"The Princess Bride," Paul said as he reached for the remote.

"I've seen it before, it's really a good movie. Let's start it." Patricia rested the bowl of popcorn in her lap and leaned back into Paul's arm.

"As you wish," Paul said and then hit play on the remote.

The two lovers watched the movie as best they could, each being distracted by the other. Every time Paul reached for the popcorn, Patricia wished that the bowl would vanish and Paul's hand would accidentally touch her groin.

"Paul," Patricia said midway through the movie.

"Yes?"

"I really like you," Patricia said with uncertainty in her voice.

"I really like you, too," Paul smiled.

"I want to make you happy," Patricia put the bowl onto the end table.

"You do make me happy."

"I mean really happy," Patricia tentatively placed her hand on Paul's crotch.

"Are you sure? I don't want to go too fast for you."

"I'm sure, I really love you." Patricia ran her long fingers up and down the fabric that hid the object of her desire.

Paul leaned in and slowly kissed Patricia, causing her to lie back on the arm of the couch. He slowly inserted his tongue and explored the taste of his newfound love. Patricia softly moaned in approval as her arms wrapped around her lover's waist. Paul's right hand held onto Patricia's head as his left hand gently undid the button to the miniskirt.

"Oh yes," Patricia softly moaned between the kisses as she undid the button on Paul's slacks.

Paul, sensing the delight he was causing, started to gently nibble on Patricia's neck. His walked two fingers softly up her small midsection and under the baby-tee that she was wearing. He gently cupped the water bra, but using enough pressure for Patricia to feel his actions. Patricia wished that she had some flesh there, even more strongly than she had earlier.

"Mind if I take that top off," Paul said as he momentarily separated from Patricia.

Patricia smiled and nodded yes to his request.

Paul took great care to remove the small tee from his love's body. He eased his hand behind her back and also unclasped the bra and slid it off Patricia's arm.

"Not much to look at," Patricia said.

"Trust me, they're beautiful," Paul, kissing her deeply as his hand gently tweaked her nipple. He slowly kissed down her neck and was soon at the light pink nipples. Waves of pleasure washed over Patricia as Paul's tongue made a circle around her left nipple as his free hand gently cupped the right. Without any warning to Patricia, her nipples became erect and even more sensitive to her lover's touch.

"MMMMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Patricia moaned as her breathing became short and her face burned with passion.

"I'm glad you like it," Paul paused for a second.

"Now it's your turn," Patricia rolled on top of Paul, causing him to sit straight up on the couch. She spread her legs and straddled his groin. Patricia could feel Paul's manhood poking her in the gap between her balls and ass. At any other time this would be cause for alarm to her, but not tonight. She rhythmically gyrated atop Paul, causing him to get fully erect. Paul thrust his hips into Patricia and in one smooth motion, he pulled his pants and underwear down. Patricia felt more pleasure as his nude penis penetrated her cotton panties. Eagerly she rocked back and forth as the passion built up inside of her.

"Keep going, baby," Paul moaned as his breathing got heavier. His hands squeezed Patricia's ass and he helped keep her in the rhythm he enjoyed most.

"There are only two ways I can pleasure you as a woman," Patricia said as she slowed down.

"Yes, and?" Paul asked as he gently fondled her ass and kissed her still erect nipple.

"I'm not ready for you to be in me, you know, there."

"You and most girl's I know." Paul said as he looked in Patricia's eyes.

"But I want to the other way," Patricia smiled and then kissed Paul on the mouth, and still gently gyrating on his crotch.

"You do?" Paul was surprised to hear the revelation. He had assumed she would ask him to stop.

Patricia slowly crawled off Paul and knelt down between his legs. Paul looked down and smiled, knowing that a beautiful girl was about to make him extremely happy.

Patricia looked at the long rod that was red and pulsating. It reminded her that as excited as she was she was not equally erect and that was a curiousity to her. She gently kissed the circumcised head and realized that even though she was beginning to hate her own penis, she thought this one was quite lovely. She took the five and a half inches into her hand and slowly began to run her thin fingers up and down the shaft. Slowly she circled the head with her tongue and then made her way to the hilt. She wasn't expecting the initial salty taste, but found it enjoyable.

Paul gave out a moan as Patricia returned to the top and with a slightly quicker motion went back down. Before too long Patricia found herself in a rhythm, going up and down, up and down. She grabbed the side of Paul's waist and pumped her mouth a little faster, a little harder, moaning in delight as Paul did the same. Quicker and faster and harder. The moaning grew louder and more steady and Patricia couldn't tell if it was her or Paul or both that were making the sounds. It didn't matter to her, it only served to excite her more as she worked the shaft a little more and her small thin hand cupped Paul's ball and rubbed it gently as she found herself going down again. Suddenly Paul couldn't control himself anymore and emptied his love into Patricia's mouth.

Patricia knew it was coming but was unaware of the force that it would arrive with. She tried to contain it all in her mouth but was unsuccessful. She swallowed the bitter liquid as best she could, but some escaped her mouth, dribbled down her chin and some even to her un-formed breasts.

"How was it?" Paul asked as his hand gently wiped the side of Patricia's cheek.

"It was pretty great until the end."

"And the end?" Paul blushed, even though one couldn't tell by how flushed his face was.

"It tasted disgusting," Patricia admitted.

"Sorry, I really should have warned you. I thought I could control it longer."

"Maybe it's an acquired taste," Patricia said as she kissed the top of Paul's penis.

"Now it's your turn," Paul smiled.

"But I don't want to be with you as me being a guy," Patricia tried to convey that she didn't want to be pleasured the same way but not knowing how to articulate it.

"Don't worry, you'll feel every bit the woman you are." Paul lay Patricia on the couch and lifted her mini-skirt.

"You sure?"

"Trust me," Paul pulled down Patricia's panties and gently pulled of the tape. The floppy penis didn't seem too eager about his presence. Patricia was surprised by the behavior of her member; though it was soft, she was as horny as she had ever been.

Paul cupped Patricia's ass and slowly made his way between her legs. His shoulder's caused Patricia to bend her knees over her stomach. Suddenly Patricia felt a warm wetness just below her sack. Without knowing why it drove Patricia crazy as Paul made small circles with his tongue on the very sensitive skin. His hands still cupped her fleshy ass as he dug his tongue deeper into something that wasn't there. Soon Patricia found herself moving her hips in rhythm. Every time Paul went deeper with his tongue and licked harder, Patricia found herself moaning ever more. Soon she felt the passion build up in her and screamed in delight as she exploded. She had never experienced a climax like this before, and though she was watching her penis the whole time, only a small amount of clear liquid escaped. She felt completely fulfilled and completely enjoyed her experience.

"Oh my, that was awesome. I never came like that," Patricia said as Paul joined her on the couch.

"Me either," Paul smiled and then kissed her.

"I didn't even shoot anything and it was like the orgasm of my life though," Patricia was perplexed yet happy at the event.

"Not all girls..." Paul started to explain.

"But I'm not really a girl."

"One day you'll learn..."

"Want to take a shower and clean off?" Patricia offered suddenly to divert the conversation. She needed some time to think about everything and what her body was telling her. Not that she was upset at her decision, just confused at the outcome.

"Want to join me?" Paul smiled.

"Sure, but bring your clothes."

The two walked upstairs and into the bathroom. Paul got the water going as Patricia got her items for the night together. Before long, they were in the shower together.

"God, but you're beautiful," Paul said as the cascading water gently hit Patricia's shoulder.

"But now you know I'm not a girl," Patricia said as she looked down at her shriveled penis.

"Sure you are, and you are the most beautiful girl I've ever seen." Paul said as he began to get excited. He gently kissed Patricia and felt her hand wrap around his member. Paul soaped up her body as she gently milked him. His climax was very soft the second time but Patricia was fine with that, at least she didn't have to taste it. She quickly rinsed off and let Paul finish the shower alone.

Paul joined Patricia in the living room, the movie was at its completion. A pair of headlights appeared through the window announcing that Colleen had either finished her projects or was going to wake up very early in the morning.

"I better go," Paul announced. "I have to get a few papers graded still and I have library duty at 6 A.M."

"I understand," Patricia gave him a peck on the lips and walked him to the door. Paul opened the door just in time to let Colleen in. He hastily excused himself and made his way to his car.

"So how did the movie go?" Colleen asked.

"One of my all time favorites," Patricia answered, laughing quietly.