Reunited Chapter 6

Hello everyone! Here is a new chapter of Reunited for y'all, this was entirely focused on a flashback to Cass in college, the beginning of her sort of "awakening" into the confident somewhat-dominant futanari she is in the present! Definitely a spicier chapter than the last, but there's still a lot more to come!

Tags: futa on female, futa on futa, excessive cum/cum inflation, hyper cock, romantic drama and the like, some mentions of cock growth

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Happy Reading :)

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Many years earlier, but several months later...

"You going to a party tonight?" Looking up from her laptop, Cass spoke to Stacy, her roommate, who was currently fussing over her appearance with a hand mirror held up to her face, "Or do you have another date?"

She'd been attending college for a few months now, and had found it easier to adjust to the change of location and lifestyle than she'd expected. Cass spent most of her time in class, her full course-load occupying most of her time, or at the library, taking advantage of the quiet facility to study and work on homework; when she wasn't there, she was in the cafeteria chowing down on sub-par food, mostly only hanging out in her dorm to sleep, change clothes, and prepare for the day. Most importantly, she'd figured out the best hours to use the showers and dress herself without the presence of others around, still attempting to keep her sex a secret for as long as possible.

It was a Friday night and it was going by like most of them did; she was working on an essay for one of her business classes, planning to burn the Midnight Oil, armed with the knowledge that Stacy wouldn't be there to also schedule in some private time - the other thing she'd learned to work into her daily routine. Finding a chance to masturbate without fear of interruption was a lot more difficult given her complicated living situation, but Cass found that the bathrooms were usually empty during the later hours. And it was nights like these when Stacy would be partying it up that she'd be able to pleasure herself without issue in the comfort of her own bed, the reason she was glad that her roommate was regularly absent from their shared dormitory.

Cassandra didn't dislike Stacy or anything, they just didn't have much in common as she'd guessed. From what Stacy had mentioned of her life before college - and from what Cass had picked up from living together - she'd been quite popular in high school, a cheerleader, soccer player, and a straight-A student, along with being active in clubs and extracurriculars. Her roommate was nice and very personable, and Cass did enjoy the occasional conversations they shared, but they were obviously not the kind of people that hung out together. Tonight was a good example of their differences: Cassandra was staying in to work on homework while Stacy was heading off to a sorority party.

Some things never changed!

"Both, actually." Stacy replied, glancing away from her own reflection, "I'm going to that party I told you about earlier, but George is taking me. Should be fun!"

"You guys are uh, getting pretty serious aren't you?"

God she hoped Stacy didn't plan on bringing him back to the dorm - maybe she'd go to the library just in case.

"I guess. He's nice and all and cool to hang with, but I'm not really looking for a boyfriend, ya know?"

"Yeah I get it." She didn't, "I hope you have a good time!"

"What about you? Homework as usual?"

"Yeah I have an essay due on Tuesday but I want to get it done over the weekend so I don't have to rush it the night before."

"Smart."

Stacy lowered the hand mirror and stared at Cass for a long moment.

"But you have all weekend to get it done. Why don't you take the night off?"

"A-And do what? I didn't really have anything planned..."

"Like, you should totally come with me to the party!"

Cass's eyes bulged at the suggestion.

"The p-party...?"

"Yeah, it would be super fun if you did!" Stacy grinned back at her, "We haven't really hung out much, and I think it would be good for you - it must be boring being cooped up in our room all the time!"

"K-Kinda, yeah," Cass admitted with a gulp, "I'm just not really the partying type..."

"You don't know that. Maybe you should give it a try! At least you'll be able to hang out with me and George, and I can introduce you to some of my friends."

"I don't know..."

"Come on, Cass, let loose a little! Look, if you go with me to this party and you don't like it, I won't ask you to again. Won't even bring it up for the rest of the school year. Whaddya say?"

"Ummm..."

"You can even borrow some of my clothes if you want!"

Chewing on her bottom lip, Cass stared down at her feet, seriously contemplating her roommate's suggestion. She really didn't consider herself the kind of person who would enjoy going to parties, the idea of being surrounded by a bunch of drunk strangers in an unfamiliar place not the slightest bit appealing - probably didn't help that she'd never been invited to any in high school. But Stacy also had a point. Cass didn't do much else but study and go to class, and it might be good to get out for once; hell, she rarely even ventured into the town unless she needed to go shopping! Besides, it might help keep her mind off of things. The 'things' in question namely Lisa, of course.

She still hadn't received even a single text from her so-called 'best friend' since she'd left for college, and that gnawed at her constantly whenever she didn't have her nose buried in a book or her bespectacled-eyes locked on her laptop's screen; it was mostly whenever Cassandra was jerking off did she think about Lisa, fantasizing about her and all the times they'd had sex with another person together. Undoubtedly not a very healthy way to live. If she did go to this party then she could maybe finally be free of her unreciprocated obsession and possibly even meet someone she liked more than Lisa - that is if anyone actually talked to her!

That was another pressing issue Cassandra faced. Timidness was her biggest flaw as far as she was concerned, so shy she even struggled to talk to her professors during their office hours! So what would she do if no one came out and struck up a conversation with her first? Stand there and be miserable? Leave early without saying anything, her night wasted? The one silver-lining was that if she did go then Stacy wouldn't badger her about it again. That might just be enough to convince her - and in fact it did!

Looking back up at Stacy, Cass nodded.

"You're r-right, I should go." Her voice quivered, Cassandra not sounding as confident as she'd hoped, "It might be fun!"

"That's the spirit!" Stacy cheered, hopping off the bed, "Oh this is gonna be so great - and if you do like it we can go to a lot more together!"

"Maybe..."

"So did you wanna borrow any clothes? I can help you do your makeup too if you need help."

Cassandra glanced at her outfit made up of a knee-length black skirt and a logo-less white t-shirt.

"Uh, maybe just a top? Something that will go with my skirt."

Really she just didn't want to take off her skirt in front of her roommate.

"I know just the thing!"

Stacy rushed to her wardrobe, rummaged through it, and pulled out a black blouse that she quickly tossed to Cass. Holding it out in front of her, Cassandra studied the top; while it looked like it would fit her well enough, she hoped it wouldn't be too loose around her chest, Stacy considerably bustier than her. Standing up, she turned around first, the idea of having to change in front of her roommate as mortifying as ever. She pulled off her shirt and took a moment to tug at the straps of her white bra, which had been feeling tighter lately - Cass hoped she wasn't putting on the dreaded freshman fifteen!

Changing into the blouse, Cassandra was glad that, though it noticeably draped over her thin shoulders and willowy limbs, it managed to fit pretty well, especially after she buttoned up the front to hide her lack of cleavage. Stacy sat her down on her bed right after to begin applying makeup to Cassandra's features, explaining each step as she did them; Cass busied herself by roaming her eyes over her roommate's figure - when her glasses weren't pushed up to her forehead, that is - subconsciously comparing their appearances. Whereas she didn't have much in the way of curves to speak of, Stacy was quite voluptuous, her breasts bulging against the front of her green halter top, her hips flaring against her tight jeans. That was all on top of being beautiful besides, her brown hair glossy and skin flawless.

Once Stacy finished she held up her hand mirror so Cassandra could see how she looked all dolled-up. Cass was thoroughly impressed by how skillfully Stacy had managed to beautify her in such a brief period of time. Beige, glittery lipstick gave her mouth a fullness she'd never seen before, pink blush coated her cheeks to give them much-needed color, and the makeup around her eyes enhanced how large they were in a cute way even behind her rounded glasses. She looked good, and Cass even felt a tad more confident in her appearance, more so than she could ever remember feeling. Maybe she could buy some of her own makeup if this night went well!

After informing Stacy that she was delighted by her efforts, they both finished getting ready. All Cassandra did was put on a pair of slip-on black shoes and a matching black jacket so she had somewhere to hold her phone, Stacy doing even more in the way of last minute preparations; Cass tried not to ogle her roommate as she pushed her breasts up towards her chin to prominently display as much creamy cleavage as possible, while also adjusting her pink thong so it rode up on her hips. Now was not the time for an accidental erection!

Right on cue there was a knock on their dorm room door.

"Oh! That must be George," Stacy shouldered her purse and moved towards the door, "Ready to go, Cass?"

"Ready as I'll ever be!" Cass tried to joke to ease her nerves, "Um, are we w-walking or...?"

"Yep! It's close by! Come on, let's go party!"

Cass mustered her best smile as Stacy opened the door to find George on the other side.

"George!" Stacy squealed, throwing her arms around her not-boyfriend and pulling him into a deep kiss, "You remember my roommate Cassandra, right?"

"Yeah of course," he waved at the futanari, giving her a nod, "how's it going?"

"H-Hey," Cass waved back, awkwardly standing several feet away from the pair, "I'm good, how are you?"

"Doing great, ready to blow off some steam tonight!"

"Cass is gonna come with us to the party!"

Stacy turned towards Cassandra and beckoned her to leave their tiny sanctuary.

"Really? Hell yeah." Greg grinned, "The more the merrier after all!"

Cassandra lightened up upon hearing George's enthusiasm.

"Yeah, it should be f-fun!"

"It will be!" Stacy took Cass's hand and yanked her out of the dorm room, slamming the door behind them, "So let's get going. I am just full of energy tonight!"

The trio walked to the party, chatting as they went, Stacy holding George's hand, Cass flanking her other side. George led the way, using his height to push through the throngs of students heading towards their own social engagements. Cass felt awkward being a third-wheel next to the affectionate pair, but she experienced a bout of jealousy that was even stronger; it's not that she wanted George for herself, as good looking as he was is in his salmon Polo and casual gray slacks - the man the definition of 'tall, dark, and handsome' - but it was more of a sensation of loneliness that coursed through from her seeing the two kiss and laugh. She wanted someone to be cute with too!

Her envy swiftly switched to nervousness as they approached the large sorority house, Cass feeling out of her element before they'd even entered. It was a huge mansion-style home, several stories tall to accommodate the horde of females that inhabited its walls, curtain-closed windows looking down on the trio, pillars rising up from the entrance. She could hear loud dance music blaring from the front door, and it looked as though there were just as many people loitering around outside as there were getting wild indoors, Cass catching a few glimpses of the looming abode's depths whenever someone came or went.

Stacy practically sprinted up the stairs, dragging George and Cass with her, the latter having to take the steps two-at-a-time just not to trip on her feet! She ushered them into the sorority house, the three college-attendees immediately surrounded by a noisy crowd; Cassandra tried to make herself as small as possible as Stacy led her deeper into the party, George staying behind to chat with some of his friends he'd recognized. Every few feet it felt like Stacy bumped into someone she knew, and she did her best to introduce her roommate to them, Cassandra shyly waving and mumbling 'nice to meet you' repeatedly, not bothering to commit any of their names to memory.

Cassandra was taken straight to a wall-spanning table covered with bottles of alcohol, mixers, and what she recognized as drug paraphernalia - which she hadn't expected to see for some reason. Thankfully, Stacy didn't try to hand her a joint, instead filling up a plastic cup of booze and juice for them both, Cassandra's drink shoved into her hands so suddenly she nearly spilled it all over her borrowed-blouse; Stacy yelled a cheer, knocked her cup against Cass's, and downed her drink, the futanari pretending to do the same, making fake gulping motions and everything. She wasn't really interested in getting drunk!

"Isn't this great?" Stacy yelled over the booming music, leaning towards Cass, "There's so many people here and the drinks are free! This is like, my favorite part of college!"

"Y-Yeah it's really, um, cool!" Cass tried to match her excitement, forcing a smile, "The music is g-great!"

"Right!? Come on, let me go introduce you to some more people!"

Once more Cass was forced back into the endless throngs of inebriated party-goers, a series of nameless faces blurring together, Stacy speaking as swiftly as a professional auctioneer. They found George again, who also introduced Cassandra to his buddies, the diminutive futanari feeling more and more overwhelmed by the minute. Standing in a circle of people, she listened to them all talk and make jokes and everything that friends did; Cassandra wasn't even really a part of the group, having positioned herself a few steps back from the rest, nodding, smiling, and fake-drinking her mixed alcoholic beverage. It was just like high school, but with a lot more drunk people involved.

Too much like high school for her taste.

"Wanna come dance with us?" Stacy asked her excitedly, "We're gonna go get more drinks then dance!"

Oh she definitely couldn't dance!

"Um..." Cassandra's mind raced as she tried to come up with an excuse, "I-I'm gonna drink a bit more first! You know, l-loosen up a little before I join you guys!"

"I get it girl, no worries! We'll be right over there when you're ready!"

"Great!"

Watching them go, Cassandra gave them a smile and wave, waiting until they disappeared to go elsewhere. She didn't leave the party - as appealing as the prospect was - trying to enjoy the outing like she told Stacy she would. Searching for a quieter place to collect herself, Cassandra slithered her way through the masses until she found an unoccupied wall to lean on, one that also wasn't crowded by others. Cass sighed and looked at the murky liquid in her cup, her shoulders sagging, her features finally able to relax and reveal her true feelings about her situation: disappointment.

She wasn't disappointed that she'd agreed to come to the party - quite the opposite. Cass was actually pretty proud of herself for stepping out of her comfort zone for once! What she was disappointed in was her behavior. Disappointed that she wasn't putting herself out there, that she wasn't taking advantage of her time away from her studies to make friends and socialize, that she wasn't even really trying. It was just so hard; Cass had been a wallflower all her life, and she didn't know why she thought that being here would change that. Why did she even bother?

To make matters worse, she'd purposefully relegated herself to skulking in the corner like a child in time-out. Cass was pretty sure that no one was going to come up and talk to her when she acted like this. Why would they? She probably wouldn't approach herself either! Taking another look at her cup, Cassandra felt incredibly tempted to take a drink, and actually try to do what she claimed to Stacy she would: loosen up. At this point it was either get drunk or leave, no other option coming to mind - at least none that would help make her forget about Lisa. Oh well, when in Rome...

Cass lifted her cup to her mouth, her eyes closing and face cringing as the disgusting, room-temperature concoction touched her lips.

"Hey, what's your name?"

Choking on the fluid flowing down her throat from surprise, Cass spit it back up into her cup with a hacking cough.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Shaking her head and swiping her palm over her mouth, she looked up at the person who'd suddenly come up to her - the woman chatting her up. And what a woman she was! Cass found herself speechless as she gazed dumbly upon the stranger, her eyes wide beneath her glasses, her hands shaking. Her throat constricted around the words she attempted to leave her mouth, and she frantically waved a hand in front of her face, hoping that it would buy her enough time to actually say anything.

This woman looked a lot like Lisa, an immediate realization that sent a shiver down Cassandra's spine. Taller than she was, complexion like rich caramel, clearly confident. Her black hair was braided into neat cornrows, twisted up at the back of her head into a ponytail that only just hung down the length of her neck and brushed against her shoulder, showing off her attractive facial features; narrow brown eyes - a silver ring threaded through one eyebrow - full purple-painted lip, a slightly upturned nose with a ruby-jeweled stud sticking out of one nostril. Adding in her sharp jawline and high cheek-bones, and she could've been Lisa's sister - if not at least a cousin!

She had one of her long arms extended, her palm pressed up against the wall next to Cass's head, a drink cradled in the other hand, a sleeve on her black t-shirt rolled back to reveal a bulging bicep. Her cut-short top revealed a trim belly, the rest of the material warped by her sizable breasts; a pair of tiny, frayed jean-shorts hugged her wide hips, her powerful legs displayed in full, dark blue sandals cradling her toes, their nails colored a bright red. Cass was taken back by the stranger's beauty right off the bat, but she was even more stunned by the fact that such a gorgeous person had even spoken to her in the first place!

Still gawking stupidly, Cassandra tried to think of something, anything to say, her mind reeling as she struggled to recall the question she'd been asked. The woman just smiled back and waited for a response, her piercing-ornamented eyebrow raising like she was used to having this effect on others. Cass looked down at her drink again, her body stiffening in an attempt to stop her arms from trembling and her knees from knocking together. She needed to speak, lest she lose her chance at making a new friend - lose her chance of coming out of her shell!

"I-It's okay, you just surprised m-me," she managed to stutter, shyly glancing up at the statuesque woman, "and my n-name is Cassandra..."

"Cassandra? What a beautiful name. My name is Janelle, it's nice to meet you, Cassandra."

Was she being hit on!?

"It's nice to m-meet you too, Janelle."

"So, are you here all by yourself?" Janelle asked her, "Or are you waiting for someone?"

"N-No. Well, um, neither, I guess. I came with my roommate and her boyfriend, but they're dancing and I don't really do... that. I don't really know anyone else here, either."

"Well you've met me, so now you know one person! I'm a member of the sorority throwing this party."

"Oh, that's cool." Cassandra nodded at her, not sure what else to say, "It's a-a really cool party."

"Yeah it's alright," Janelle leaned in closer to Cass, "but if you don't mind me saying, you seem like you're not really having a good time."

Was she that easy to read?

"I-I am! I just don't do this kind of thing often."

"I thought so. You look out of place surrounded by all these drunk hooligans!"

Cassandra frowned and looked away from Janelle.

"I didn't mean that in a bad way!" Janelle quickly continued, noticing the futanari's sadness, "Sorry, I wasn't trying to offend you. You just seem like a smart, proper girl, and not one of us degenerates."

"It's okay, y-you're weren't wrong." Cass agreed, absently rotating her cup, swishing the liquid around, "This is the first college party I've been to - the first party I've ever been to, actually. I'm usually studying or doing homework on Friday nights, but I thought doing something different for once would be nice..."

"Hey, it's cool of you to give this a chance. A lot of people who don't party look down on those of us who do. What year are you in?"

"I'm a freshman."

"A freshy, huh? That's cool, you've got a lot to look forward to in the next few years!"

Cassandra lightened up a little.

"W-What about you?"

"Me? I'm a junior," Janelle confirmed what Cass had suspected - that she was older than her, "Studying animal biology."

"Animal biology? Are you gonna be a vet?"

"That's the plan! Grew up on a farm so I've been taking care of animals my whole life. Seemed like the right choice."

"That's really awesome!" Cassandra finally managed a small smile, impressed by the sorority-girl's major, "I love animals even though I never got to have any pets growing up."

"Yeah animals are great. What about you? What's your major?"

"Just business for now, but I'm thinking about focusing on marketing."

Janelle cocked her head.

"Huh, business? Really? I didn't take you for that kind of person."

"Actually, I didn't really know what I wanted to major in, but I got a scholarship from this company called FORC," she began to explain her reasoning, "and it'll pay for most of my education if I work for them after. Business was one of the majors you could choose from to qualify for the scholarship and it seemed like the best choice."

"FORC? Never heard of 'em. What do they do?"

Shit, she forgot most people weren't familiar with the futanari-focused company!

"T-They just make, erm, cleaning supplies," Cass replied mostly truthfully, "that's probably why you haven't heard of them - I hadn't either 'till I started looking for scholarships!"

That part was a lie.

"Cleaning? That's interesting I suppose..."

A brief silence fell between them, Cass unsure of how to continue the conversation - not wanting it to end - Janelle using the moment to wet her whistle.

"So..." Janelle stared deeply into Cassandra's eyes, "Are you seeing anyone, Cassandra?"

The question felt like it came out of nowhere!

"S-Seeing anyone?"

"Yeah, you know, do you have a boyfriend? A girlfriend? Someone you're in a relationship with?"

Cass couldn't help but think of Lisa.

"No, no boyfriend or girlfriend," she admitted ashamedly, wishing the opposite was true, "d-do you?"

"Nah, no girlfriend right now - and I don't really go for men like that if you know what I mean."

She was definitely being hit on!

"I'm s-surprised! You're um... you're really beautiful so I just figured..."

She froze up as she realized that she called this person who was virtually a stranger to her 'beautiful' only moments after meeting them!

"Yeah? You think I'm beautiful?" Janelle grinned, Cassandra's face turning such a deep shade of red it looked like her head might explode, "Thank you, that's really kind of you to say. You're pretty cute yourself, Cassandra!"

Janelle immediately took another swig of her drink, Cass wishing she liked alcohol enough to do the same.

"Me? Cute...?"

"Mhm, you're just my type actually."

Cassandra's jaw dropped.

"T-Thank you? I'm not really sure what to say, I'm sorry!"

"Well, am I your type?"

Nodding frantically was the only reply the futanari could muster.

"Awesome, I'm really happy to hear that!" Janelle closed the distance between herself and Cassandra, putting her lips right against her ear, "So I was wondering if you wanted to go somewhere private with me. You know, so we can get to know each other better and stuff..."

The implied meaning behind Janelle's words weren't lost on Cassandra, the whispered suggestion sending another surge of shivers across her body. Janelle wanted to take her somewhere private so they could have sex! Cassandra felt immature thinking of it like that, but she had little doubt left in her mind that that was what was happening at this very moment. She studied Janelle as she contemplated her offer, the gears in Cass's brain spinning furiously, being put on the spot and asked to make a sudden decision like this not something she enjoyed - especially not twice in one day!

While she would've loved to hook-up with someone and feel true sexual satisfaction for the first time since leaving for college, Cass was faced with a glaring conundrum: she was a futanari, and she was pretty sure Janelle thought she was just a regular female. Not only was that a huge issue, but Cassandra had also never been intimate with someone by herself, all of her past sexual experiences involving Lisa, who took the lead in those situations. Cass wasn't even sure she knew how to have sex alone; though she wasn't a virgin by any means, she hadn't actually ever even kissed another person, as strange as that was to consider.

If she accepted Janelle's offer - something she so very badly wanted to do - did she tell her now and risk ruining this glorious opportunity? Or did she reveal it later, and hope that Janelle was okay with it? Would she be able to handle the potential social ostracization if she was rejected for her extra set of genitalia and word got out about who she was? Life until now was hard enough for the young futanari due to how she was born, and she wasn't sure if she could survive several more years of being an outcast for something she couldn't control. She didn't know if she could go through with this...

... but her powerful libido - and her intense craving for companionship - won out in the end, against her better judgment.

"I-I'd like that," Cassandra rasped, deciding at the last second that she'd tell Janelle about her secret before things got serious, "but you should know that I'm a f-"

"Great!" Janelle cheered, throwing an arm around Cass's shoulders, "I knew my gaydar wasn't steering me in the wrong direction. Mmmm I'm gonna show you the night of your life, Cassandra!"

Cass's confession about her anatomy was cut short as she was pressed up against Janelle's side, her face nuzzled into the lesbian's breast. She blushed and stumbled as she was maneuvered through the packed-house, Janelle zig-zagging between the scattered groups of party-goers; Cassandra wanted to die of embarrassment when she heard several of her new friend's sorority-sisters make comments about them, drunken catcalls and shrill wolf-whistles piercing through the deafening music. God she wished Janelle would just hurry up!

Up a flight of stairs they went. Janelle stopped talking once they were out of sight of the others, her chest rising and falling excitedly, Cass's eyes glued to her jiggling, prominent bust. A door was flung open, they entered what Cassandra presumed was Janelle's bedroom, the same door slamming behind them; Janelle then let go of her potential hook-up, finished her drink, and walked towards the center of the room, Cass setting her still-full cup down on a paper-strewn table, not sure what the proper protocol for this kind of situation was.

"Here we are!" Janelle announced, plopping down on the end of her unmade bed, the mismatched sheets half-hanging off the edge of the mattress, "My own little slice of home - the one place that lets me get away from everyone else when I feel like being alone. It's a bit messy, I hope you don't mind."

The room was about as big as Cass's dorm. Second-hand-acquired tables and dressers were pressed up against the walls, consuming most of the space. A pile of clothes had been heaped in a corner, posters of pop stars and actresses adorned the walls, and several books and a backpack littered the stained carpeting. It mostly just reminded Cass of Stacy's half of their dormitory, which made her feel a bit more at home; Janelle's room might've been messy but it did have plenty of personality!

"I don't mind at all," Cassandra responded, her fingers twisting together in front of her, "it's nice. I wish I had my own room."

"Ah, you're living in the dorms I'm guessing? Yeah, anything is better than that!"

Janelle laughed, Cass joining in her mirth.

"So, why don't you come sit with me," Janelle patted the bed next to her, "then we can start getting to know each other."

She had to do it now.

"Um well, there was something I wanted to tell you first, b-before anything happened."

"Oh? Are you a virgin? Don't worry, I'll be gentle!"

Janelle gave her a reassuring look and sultry wink.

"No, I'm not. It's not that. Um..."

Cass struggled to find the words to reveal her secret.

"I'm uh, I'm not actually a woman. I'm a f-"

"Oh, you're trans? That's pretty cool! I've been with trans women before, so that's fine - though I didn't really have you pegged for one."

"No!" Cassandra half-shouted, frustrated at being interrupted for a second time, "No, I'm not trans, I'm a, a..."

She forced herself to blurt it out.

"... a futanari!"

Janelle, of all the emotions she could have expressed in that moment, appeared genuinely impressed.

"Woah! Really?" She sounded interested and very surprised by the revelation, "I've never met a futanari before - shit I don't even think I've ever met one! That's fuckin' cool, Cassandra!"

Slowly opening her eyes, Cass studied Janelle cautiously.

"You think i-it's... cool? You're not d-disgusted or anything?"

"Nah, why would I be?"

The sad expression returned to the futa's visage.

"It's just that where I grew up, people..."

"... were mean to you because of it." Janelle finished her sentence, nodding understandingly, Cass's eyes going wide, "I get it. I mean, I'm a lesbian and grew up in a farming community, I dealt with the same shit. It's awful, but college has been a lot better. A lot less people are gonna be prejudiced against you, and even more will come to your defense if that happens. Trust me."

Cass felt like a lead weight had been lifted from her shoulders, her face beaming with happiness.

"T-That's good to know. It's what I was really hoping for." Cassandra took a step forward, feeling more at ease than she had in, well, ever, "But, er, c-could you not tell anyone? About who I am, I mean."

"Of course. I would never out you unless you asked. I've been there, like I said. Your secret is safe with me!"

"T-Thank you..."

"Since we're being honest with each other," Janelle grinned, "I really want to get to know you more, especially since you've been so vulnerable with me. At least, if you still want to, that is."

"I do!" Cass took another step towards the accepting-woman, "If you'll still be gentle with me!"

Janelle chuckled.

"I wouldn't dream of making you feel uncomfortable! Though from what I've heard about futanari it should be me asking for the gentle treatment."

Cass knew exactly what she meant.

"So come on over!"

Slapping the sheets next to her again, Janelle beckoned Cass forward.

Audibly swallowing her shyness, Cass moved towards the bed, her fingers continuing to twist together; the kind smile Janelle gave her as she walked - and her kindness overall - helped put Cassandra at ease, her shoulders relaxing, her limbs no longer trembling. Flattening out her skirt behind her, Cass sat down the way she was taught to, making sure that no one could see up the garment, her legs crossing automatically - something that also stopped her genitalia from being accidentally unveiled. Janelle turned to face her.

Neither spoke. Cass couldn't think of anything to say in this situation, nor could she bring herself to make the first move, afraid that she might've misunderstood Janelle's intentions, as unlikely as that was by this point. Janelle silently grinned at the futanari, her beautiful brown eyes roaming over her petite physique, squinting when her sight reached Cass's groin like she wasn't sure if her leg was being pulled; it almost felt to Cass as though her claim was being challenged, as if Janelle wasn't going to believe her until she saw what she had between her legs for herself.

Janelle reached up and brushed a strand of hair from Cass's features, her red-nails grazing her cheek.

"I have a question for you Cassandra."

"W-What is it?" Cass couldn't hide the nervousness in her voice, "And um, y-you can call me 'Cass' if you want."

Then she'd be even more like Lisa.

"Cass? I like that." Janelle nodded, her hand not moving from Cass's face, "Well, Cass, I was wondering if it would be okay if I kissed you?"

Cass's cheeks burned.

"I'd l-like that..."

And if she closed her eyes she could pretend Janelle was Lisa.

"That's what I was hoping you'd say!"

She felt Janelle's hand cup her cheek and her hot breath tickle her nose. The last thing Cassandra saw as she shut her eyes was Janelle's lips closing in on her own, her mouth puckering in what she hoped was the right shape to receive her first kiss. Pillowy softness enveloped her lips, Cass nearly letting out a moan it felt so wonderful, her fingers grasping one of Janelle's bare, strong thighs for support, afraid that she might swoon so hard she would fall off the bed! It was everything she'd dreamed, except for the fact that she wasn't doing this with Lisa.

True to her word, Janelle took things slowly, not pressuring the futanari in any way, shape, or form; she didn't do much else besides mash her lips against Cass's slightly harder as the seconds passed, clearly eager to make her partner feel good. Cassandra did her best to return the kiss with all the skill she didn't have, praying that Janelle found her efforts endearing rather than off-putting. She certainly wasn't protesting as far as Cass could tell! A good sign for things to come.

Their heads twisted back and forth as the kiss deepened. Cass hoped that Janelle would continue taking the lead, not nearly confident enough to be the one to move things forward; thankfully, her prayers would be answered, Janelle tongue creeping out from between her lips to prod at Cass's. She gratefully accepted the sorority-girl's knock at her oral entrance, opening her mouth, Janelle matching her movements. The wet appendage snaked into her maw, Cassandra not reciprocating the action immediately, wanting to learn the right way to make-out first so she didn't make a total fool of herself. Happily, she allowed Janelle to explore the depths of her mouth, glad that she'd found someone so willing to teach her how to be an adequate lover!

Rubbing her thin thighs together, Cassandra did her best to stave off her arousal for the time being, her meaty, flaccid member coming to life in its cloth-prison. The last thing she wanted to do was accidentally scare Janelle off! She distracted herself by returning the gesture she'd held back from attempting, her tongue meekly poking against Janelle's, still not really sure what she was supposed to do; Janelle seemed thrilled that the futanari was getting into it, however, her tongue wrapping around Cassandra's, guiding it into her own mouth, the difference in experience between the two as wide as the Grand Canyon. But Cassandra was a quick study, and she mimicked the movements she'd found the most pleasurable.

Janelle's free hand slid under Cass's jacket to clutch her waist, her firm grip making the futa feel safe; in response, Cassandra rubbed the forearm of said-hand, showing her appreciation for the dark-skinned woman's musculature. They cuddled up closer together, leaning into each other, their lip-locking growing more and more impassioned; Cass was fully losing herself to this form of intimacy, the kind she'd been denied the pleasure of, relishing in the touch of another who seemed to truly want to be with her, and not just tolerating her presence until they got to the main event.

This was the way intimacy should be, Cassandra realized.

"Not bad, Cass, not bad," Janelle stopped kissing to take a breath, her mouth glistening with her and Cass's spit, "you're definitely not as innocent as you look! I like that about you."

"T-Thanks, I'm glad you think so! You are too. Like you're a really good kisser! That was actually m-my first kiss..."

Janelle's features scrunched up in confusion.

"But I thought you said you weren't a virgin...?"

Shit, she forgot about that!

"I'm not a virgin but, uh..." Cass didn't think now was the time to explain how she'd had sex but never kissed anyone, "it's kinda complicated - k-kinda weird to talk about."

"Well, then maybe if everything goes well tonight, you can tell me how you came to be a kissless non-virgin!"

Cassandra giggled at the joke.

"Hmmmm, I wonder..." Janelle suddenly slid her hand up the side of Cass's face, pushing her glasses up to her forehead, "You know, you have really gorgeous eyes. They're such a pretty shade of blue. Have you ever considered wearing contacts?"

"That's so sweet of you to say!" Cass blushed, opening her eyes wider so Janelle could admire them - and so she could bask in the feeling of someone calling one of her attributes attractive, "I have a c-couple of times, I just never got used to wearing them."

"You should try again. You look cute with your glasses on, don't get me wrong, but they hide your eyes and your adorable face. I think you should give them another chance."

"Maybe you're right!"

"You're so cute."

Janelle kissed her again.

This time she didn't wait to thrust her tongue into Cassandra's mouth, picking right back up from where they'd left off. Cass didn't hesitate to match the woman's energy, the pair leaning into each other, Janelle's heavy breasts pancaking against the futa's chest. Bridges of saliva connected their lips whenever they briefly parted to breathe, needy gasps filling the air, the muffled sound of party music penetrating Janelle's bedroom's walls. They swapped spit again and again, Cass tasting bitter hints of alcohol on the sorority-girl's tongue.

Slowly, Janelle slid her hands up the sides of Cass's waist to her shoulders, hooking her fingers into the collar of her jacket; Cassandra felt her heart pound furiously as Janelle made her intentions clear - not that there was any question about them - and began to shimmy her arms out of the sleeves of her cold-weather-wear, her lips never leaving her partner's. The jacket fell to the floor.

It was here that Janelle began to pick up the pace. She held Cassandra by her sides and maneuvered her around, laying her flat on the bed. Straddling the teenage futanari, Janelle made-out with her fervently, Cass's glasses slipping backwards through her hair; the sorority-girl danced her fingers up her lover's waist, pushing her blouse up her torso, revealing her cream-colored stomach. Cassandra froze up, her anxiety hitting her full force, apparently not as ready to be undressed as she thought she'd be.

Janelle noticed her apprehension.

"Is everything okay, Cass?" She asked, her brows furrowed in concern, "Am I going too fast? We can slow down or stop if you wa-"

"No! No, I'm okay," Cassandra said, trying to catch her breath, "I-I just get nervous easily. Y-You can keep going, I-I'll be fine."

"Are you sure?"

"V-Very. I want this to happen!"

"Alright, but please let me know if you feel uncomfortable. Okay?"

Cass smiled.

"Okay."