Among Friends (Anonymous Mouse + Skeith)

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie Terrell shifted uncomfortable from one foot to the next, clutching at the hem o her uniform miniskirt. She always felt naked in skirts like the one she wore, exposing her pale coltish legs above her knee high socks and heavy, ugly shoes. At least the blouse kept her entire torso covered, even if it strained over her impressive bust. The bra strap pinched into her flesh and her bosom felt as if it might spill over the D cup.She'd have to go out and buy new bras again after school. Not the sort of thing she wanted distracting her as the professor introduced her to the rest of the class.

She half wished one of them would suffer a psychotic break and shoot her where she stood. Already one of the larger girls from the back was giving her the kind of look that a predator gave a sick gazelle that had been separated from the herd. Not that she'd had a herd to begin with. The semester was halfway over and all the cliques had already begun to form, leaving her odd girl out and a perfect target for the type of student who indulged in stealing lunch money.

She glanced away from the delinquent and blew a blonde lock of errant hair from her eye. The mess atop her head was pretty much an untamable beast, lashing out in every direction with violent gold spikes. She kept it medium length because long just made it messier and short made her look too punk, and that would bring almost as much trouble as the daily battle of endless brushing. She just wasn't punk enough for the real punks to tolerate her trying to look like one of them.

She took her seat at an empty desk at the back of the classroom, trying not to meet anyone's eye. It wouldn't matter. Regardless of how invisible Effie made herself, the bullies always found her and hurt her. It was just the cycle, the pattern of her life. Change schools for random reason, abandon new friends, endure newer bullies until they or another random reason drove her to the next school. God she hated her life.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda Wallace sat only a few rows back from the front of the class. Her bright blue eyes lighting up when the teacher introduced the new student. She brushed some stray raven hairs behind her head as she watched the new girl. Miranda was a tall woman, with an incredible charisma. She attracted others with ease and often without intention, whether they be friends or lovers. Her gaze followed Effie back to her seat, before returning to the front, a faint smile spreading across her lips. She opened her notebook and began preparing to take notes.

She'd always been a successful student, though hardly perfect. She usually maintained a "B" average. She was often involved in school activities and festivals, which had made her quite popular. So much so, that she had been placed in charge of one of the dormitories. And she loved her girls. Each of the young women who were invited to stay within her dorm held a special place in her heart. She feared for the new student. She seemed shy, and almost as though she'd given up on making something of her school days. She'd make easy pray for the school's bullies. It tugged at her heart to think about it.

As class continued, she'd occasionally glance back towards the new student, offering a friendly wave or smile. Though towards the end of class she became more focused on her notes, only stopping after she heard the bell. She casually started to place her things in her messenger bag, not in any kind of rush to get caught up in the wave of students trying to make a hasty escape.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie carefully avoided the smiling girl up ahead of her. The butterflies she set fluttering in her stomach couldn’t do anything but get her in trouble. Instead, she focused on her hands, keeping her fingers interlocked. All but the pinky on her right hand, which refused to do more than slightly curl. The slight bump in the middle of it marked where the last girl she’d shown an interest in had broken it while her friends held her down. Better to keep her secrets secret, and not get hurt again. Especially not with someone as gorgeous and magnetic as the dark haired beauty.

Even trying not to pay attention to her, or perhaps because of it, Effie couldn’t help but notice where most of the class’s attention resided when the teacher wasn’t looking at them. Some tried to grab her attention, others simply stared or repeatedly glanced in her direction. One student even offered an angry death glare Effie’s way after the friendly wave. Definitely better to avoid any trouble and the spotlight being anywhere near a girl like that would put her in. Some things were best kept out of sight.

When the bell rang, Effie was one of the first out the door. She’d had more than enough practice hopping from school to school in beating the tidal wave of students eager to be gone, and ducked the corner as fast as she could, refusing to look back, focused solely on getting back to her tiny little apartment and a away from the school before…a hand grabbed her shoulder and a body moved to block her path.

She recognized one of the girls from the classroom and quickly assessed the other two as her flunkies. The wall rushed to meet her back, nearly driving the wind from her lungs as she was shoved into it. “So new girl,” said bully number one. “I don’t think you’ve paid your passport fees yet.”

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda had watched the young girl vanish from the class room. Was she really so eager to avoid contact with people? After the crowd had diminished, she casually packed her bag and rose from her seat, pausing near the door to offer a friendly farewell to the instructor. With her bag slung over her shoulder she stepped out into the hall and began walking towards the exit to return to her dormitory, coming to a halt as she heard aggressive voices. She listened carefully, quickly assessing that the new student had already managed to find her way within a bully's cross hairs. In her mind she'd already determined to offer her a room in the dormitory, lest she find herself behind enemy lines without anyone to call friend.

She thought carefully about the situation and how to approach it. She couldn't just out right attack the other girls, as much as she might want to. It would land them all, including the new student in a lot of trouble. Perhaps she could exercise her influence? She was quite popular, and most of the faculty took her word at face value. She drew in a deep breath before rounding the corner, her hand resting on the strap of her bag. "Good afternoon ladies, I trust you were just offering to show our new classmate around the campus, or perhaps offering to help her catch up on her classes? It would be a shame if you had to be suspended or expelled for something as trivial and silly as picking on a young woman weaker than yourselves." Her posture was perfect, her head held high, her body simply radiating confidence.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

A soft but commanding voice interrupted the bullies. They pulled back to reveal the newcomer, the gorgeous girl from the classroom. Effie blushed, though she didn’t know why. One of the larger girls gave her a small shove but they didn’t seem to want to mess with the strange beauty. Weird. None of the bullies at any of the school’s she’d been at before would have listened to anything another student had to say about stopping. Who was this girl?

They walked away and Effie was left alone with her knight in shining uniform. She couldn’t look at the girl. If she did, she’d stare and wouldn’t be able to stop. This was embarrassing enough without a social faux paus. Even so she couldn’t help but admire this gorgeous creature from the corner of her eye, like some dark haired avenging angel. It made her clench her thighs together .

This was the point where she should tell the girl to mind her own business, tell her that she could take care of herself and walk off. Better that than let her risk learning her secrets. She wasn’t sure she could take it if this girl decided to hate her like all the rest. But she didn’t walk away. Inexplicably, she found herself saying, “Thank you.”

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda's smile grew as the girls walked away, breathing out a sigh of relief. She turned to face the new student, a warm smile fixed on her lips. Her shy nature seemed to have been forged more out of fear than a lack of social finesse. She could only imagine the hardships this young woman had faced at previous schools and felt like it was now her responsibility to make it right. When Effie finally spoke, Miranda's face brightened. She waved off her offer of thanks before stepping a little closer. "Don't worry about it. You looked like you could use a friend." She looked the girl over briefly, finding her to absolutely adorable.

"Your name was Effie, right?" She asked with a soft voice, before brushing a few strands of raven hair behind her ear. "I know a new school can be kind of scary when you don't have many friends to speak of." She paused for only a second before suddenly coming to a realization. "Speaking of friends, where are my manners, I'm Miranda. Those girls didn't hurt you, did they?" She asked honestly, hoping that she'd managed to intercept the issue before it became violent.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie bit back a reflexive sarcastic remark and instead nodded when the girl confirmed her name. She couldn’t bring herself to look the girl in the eyes, or really anywhere above the navel. If she did her face might spontaneously combust and then she’d be forever hated as the idiot who killed the most popular girl in the school. That, and her hair would be ruined forever.

“No, they didn’t.” Her breasts ached, but they’d been doing that all day. She really needed a new bra. And somehow she didn’t think the new ache in her chest the soft spoken girl elicited with her frank but caring speech counted either.

“Are you the student council president or something?” she asked. Why else would the girl care about her? The heads of the student bodies at her old schools had always made it a point to seek her out when she first transferred, if for no other reason than so they could be seen doing their jobs. As soon as she said she was fine they were gone and she couldn’t say she missed them.

Silently she hoped that this girl was different. The idea of Miranda just using her for social standing ached in a distinctly unfamiliar way. Did she want the girl to get lost and never bother her again so the feeling would go away and die a horrible painful death locked away in a closet? Or did she want her to draw closer, and fan it into the raging inferno that threatened to take over and make her head combust in the first place?

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda released a sigh of relief. "Well that's a relief." The girl's following question caught her off guard. "Student Council? I never really gave any thought to running for office." She gave a light chuckle. "No, I just don't like seeing anyone being picked on." She took note of the fact that Effie was avoiding eye contact. Her own gaze grew sad. "Listen, I don't know what happened to cause you to be so distrusting, but I want to be your friend if you'll let me."

"I'm in charge of a dormitory on campus. There are a lot of great girls there. Maybe you could come by for a tour sometime." She said with a warm smile. "In fact, I insist." She said as she pulled a small paper from her bag before holding it out. The paper listed directions to the dorm. "It's L-Dorm. I'd love to introduce you to my girls. They're a very friendly bunch." She said with a light laugh. "I hope to catch up with you later!" She said with a friendly wave before turning and walking back down the hall towards the her dorm.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie accepted the note, more to be polite than because she was actually considering taking up Miranda's invitation. Her, in a dormitory of unsupervised girls? So many things could go wrong it didn't bear contemplation. Simply put, it was a bad idea.

And yet two days and three new bras later she stood outside the gates to L-house, hesitating to push the intercom buzzer. Had Miranda felt the same spark when their fingers had grazed when she'd been given the invitation? She'd seemed so cool and confident, it had to have just been her. Good lord she was blowing this out of proportion. Her crush on Miranda would do nothing but expose her and she'd have to transfer again.

But she'd been miserable the last two days, keeping her distance and struggling to reign in her wild imagination. The truth was she was lonely, and apart from the bullies, she'd been left alone. Was that really how she wanted to keeping on going. She grit her teeth, closed her eyes and rang the buzzer.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda had spent the last couple days preparing the girls to possibly receive a new student. She'd gone out of her way to make sure that they would welcome her in the best way they could. She was quite confident that everything was going according to plan, though as the second day was drawing to a close she began to think that Effie had turned down her invitation.

Hearing the buzzer caused her face to brighten up. She walked briskly to the front door, pressing the button for the buzzer beside the door. She cleared her throat before speaking. "Welcome to L-Dorm. This is Miranda speaking, how can I help you?" She released her finger from the button to wait for her reply. Deep down she knew it was Effie, but she had to remain professional, just in case it was an instructor.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie failed spectacularly to hide her surprise when the com was answered by Miranda herself. She stumbled over lame excuses for not coming sooner and after polite greetings were exchanged she found herself on the other side of the gate, walking up the path to the large, comfortable looking home. How many girls actually stayed there? Were they all as gorgeous as Miranda, or was she completely one of a kind? It seemed impossible that there could be another girl like her.

Maybe one or two as pretty, but she'd never met anyone with such soft yet commanding charisma. Of course, trying to judge her friends by measuring them against her was pointless. For one thing, it would make them all look bad as the dark haired beauty vastly outstripped them. For another, Miranda had said she wanted to be friends with HER!

As soon as she learned her secret she'd hate Effie, just like all the girls before. But maybe for a short time she could pretend to be normal and just enjoy her time with the remarkable girl before it all came crashing down.

In short order the large oak door swung open and she was let into L-dorm.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda smiled warmly as she pulled the large door open for Effie. "Effie, I'm so glad you decided to come!" She began, before pushing the door closed behind the girl. "Welcome to L-Dorm." She said with a broad smile. "I've done my best to make it as comfortable as humanly possible." A number of large couches decorated the lobby, as well as book cases filled to the brim with books. A large projector screen where movies could be played hung on one of the walls. Beautifully tapestries hung from the railings from the double stair case that lead up to the dorm rooms.

"Well, shall we begin?"She motioned for Effie to follow her. "Let's see, we've got a relatively large kitchen, but we don't really have a chef, so the girl's have to prepare their own meals." The kitchen was quite large, and well decorated, with marble counters and polished oak cabinets. "We keep the cabinets fully stocked at all times, so you can prepare anything you want at anytime."

As they continued exploring the bottom floor, she paused in front of a room that's lights were out, save for some flashing lights inside. Loud music pouring out from inside. "I had a small arcade installed on the ground floor as well, as a number of the girls seem to really enjoy their video games, even I enjoy indulging in them from time to time." She said with a small giggle.

She waved her hand to the stair case before continuing. "The dormitories upstairs are where the girls live. We have a few free rooms, though the girls frequently chose to enjoy one another's company, so the rooms are more frequently vacant than occupied." She walked up the stairs putting each of the vacant rooms on display. "Each room comes fully equipped with it's own bathroom and shower, so residents don't have to worry about sharing a shower, unless they choose to." She continued to the end of the hall before opening the door, revealing a significantly larger chamber. "This is my room." She said with a smile. The bed was massive, easily able to hold up to five people comfortably. Translucent curtains were drawn away, but would ordinarily wrap around the bed. A large vanity sat beside the window, which presently let in the comfortable breeze.

She moved to sit on the edge of her bed, turning to face her guest with a welcoming smile. "What do you think?" She asked inquisitively. "I've worked very hard to make it as accommodating as possible."

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

The house seemed too good to be true, but Miranda's enthusiasm was contagious and she soon felt herself grinning in spite of the way her intestines squirmed like snakes in her belly. She nearly glowed when Miranda revealed that each bedroom had its own separate bathroom. So long as she was careful and only used it, and didn't end up stuck with a roommate, she could actually make this work. Make friends, live with a houseful of beautiful girls (and from the few glimpses she caught of the tenants they were all beautiful) and keep her secrets.

She had to fight to keep her eyes from Miranda's spectacular tight ass as she followed her up the stares and not mentally undress her out of the corner of her eye. She was gorgeous and her enthusiasm for L-dorm lit up her face. It felt natural following her, evening smiling around her. Miranda made her feel relaxed and as she suddenly became aware that she'd blindly followed the girl into her room and they were completely alone, she realized that was dangerous.

How could she have been so stupid to think this could work? When had they gotten so close to the bed. "It's wonderful," she said, but her eyes remained locked on Miranda rather than taking in the room. God, what was she doing? She swallowed and bit her lower lip. "Um...but I um...don't think it's a good idea for me to...um...stay...."

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda was pleased to hear that Effie was impressed with the dorm. She noticed the girl beginning to stumble over her words, seemingly becoming quite nervous. When she spoke about not staying, her gaze grew sad. "Why not? Effie, I don't know what caused you to become so determined to keep others at arm's length, but I want you to know that you don't have to worry about bullies or judgement here. It's why I invited you." She gave a quiet sigh as she ran her hand through her raven hair. "Each of the girls here had similar hardships, even I was in that situation for a time."

"When my parents passed away a couple years ago, I inherited their fortune, and I dedicated it to making a safe haven for other girls that desperately need friends in a world that hates them." She said as her gaze softened. "Each of the girls here are my whole world. I love them all dearly, and would be honored if you would be a part of that world." She stood up, walking closer to Effie. "Though before I work any harder to persuade you to join our dorm, I should probably come clean about something." She bit her lip lightly before placing her finger underneath Effie's chin, before leaning in close and planting a soft kiss on her lips.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie barely registered Miranda’s words as her mind fumbled for an excuse, any excuse, that wouldn’t hurt the girl’s feelings and would let her out. She was such an idiot. That sad expression on Miranda’s face was entirely her fault. She should have known better. Known it wasn’t just herself that could get hurt.

And then Miranda was directly in front of her, soft fingers lifting her chin up up up until their lips touched. She kissed back without thinking, took a step forward into Miranda as sunlight filled her up inside. Her breasts pressed into the taller girl just below hers and something else poked Miranda low on her belly.

Effie’s eyes shot wide apart and she broke away, yanking down with both hands on her tented skirt. Face aflame with humiliation, she spun around to try and hide, knowing it had been too late. Her shoulders shook and tears threatened to spill from her eyes. There was no way Miranda hadn’t felt her deformity pressing against her. If she’d ever stood a chance with this girl who miraculously, wondrously, seemed to share her forbidden attraction to the fairer sex, she’d just blown it when she failed to control her body.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda had expected Effie to recoil when she kissed her, but was delighted when she returned the kiss. She moved to wrap her arms around the smaller girl just in time for her to pull away, following an unexpected contact. She stared wide-eyed at Effie as she turned away from her. "Effie, I had no idea..." She stepped a little closer before placing her hands gently on the girl's shoulders. "Effie, I told you that you didn't have to worry about judgement here, and I meant it."

It was certainly a shock, but hardly anything to lose her mind over. In fact, Miranda found her all the more interesting. "Neither me, nor the girls are going to treat you poorly for any reason. You can have friends here, real friends." She allowed her hands to fall away, meshing them behind her back. She stepped back, not wanting to make her feel uncomfortable. "If something as simple as a kiss can arouse you so quickly, you must be quite sensitive. We can always see about getting it under control before we introduce you to the girls. Don't worry, your secrets are safe with me."

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

A new kind of shiver ran through her as Miranda’s hands found her shoulders. She knew, and she was saying all the right words she’d always hoped to hear. It couldn’t be happening. It wasn’t real. As soon as she turned around, Miranda would be repulsed and she’d have to transfer again. People, especially the beautiful ones, just didn’t accept things like this.

But she was giving her space. That was a good sign, right? Otherwise it would make Miranda a pervert. Of course, she could only ever be with perverts, if there were any out there who’d actually find her bizarre anatomy attractive.

“Get it under control,” she said, voice distant. “Right.” She blinked rapidly, bringing herself back to the present. Miranda hadn’t thrown her out yet, but she still couldn’t bring herself to look at the woman. Just in case. “May I use your shower, please?” A cold one, that’s what she needed. Otherwise she’d be sporting this thing for the rest of the night.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda smiled lightly as Effie asked if she could use her shower. "Well, sure if that's what you want, I certainly don't mind." Though a shower wasn't what she was thinking when she suggested that they get Effie's secret under control. "It's just through the door there." She said waving towards the bathroom. You're also welcome to use one of my bath robes." She moved back to sit on her bed, crossing her legs. "I don't want you to feel like you have to hide anything here, especially up here in my room. This is supposed to be a place where people in our situation can feel safe."

She brushed her hair behind her head before settling her hands in her lap. "Perhaps you'll be in a more settled state of mind after a nice shower, hmm? I'll prepare some incense for you as well." She rose to her feet, walking into the bathroom, setting up one of the incense burners near the shower. She drew in a deep breath as the scented smoke began to rise. "Hmm... Something relaxing about a warm bath and the smell of incense." She returned to the bedroom, her smile never fading. "Can I get anything to help you relax, some tea maybe? I also have some soothing music if you would wish." She was trying her best to be as good of a host as possible so as to not make Effie feel as though she was no longer welcome.

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

“Thank you very much.” Miranda seemed to be misunderstanding exactly what she needed the shower for. Wonderful as everything she suggested sounded, none of it was likely to make her…problem, go away. She kept her back to Miranda as she shuffled awkwardly towards the restroom, trying to hold her skirt down. People in our position…Miranda was already including her as one of her girls, wasn’t she?

Effie didn’t know how to feel about that. Elated. Terrified. Welcomed. Quantified. And a thousand other different things. But unless she missed her guess, Miranda was implying that they weren’t the only ones with an appreciation for the female sex in L-house. Effie swallowed nervously as her member gave a hungry pulse.

Miranda casually bypassed her and lit up incense in the bathroom, and Effie spun in place and tugged harder on her skirt. Nevermind that she was only going to take a few moments to douse herself with cold water, Miranda was trying so hard to be kind and welcoming she couldn’t be rude. “S-some tea would be nice,” she half-whispered before ducking into the bathroom and closing the door behind her.

She sagged against the door and tried not to hyperventilate. So much was happening and it was all so confusing. Her world felt as if it had been tossed into a blender with a bunch of strawberries. She shook her head and disrobed. Her blouse fell to the floor, followed by her new DD bra. Shoes and ankle socks followed and then the skirt. The offending flesh stuck out of her panties, held vertical by the elastic waistline, the tip nearly touching her belly button.

The incense quickly clouded the small room and she shucked her panties before hopping in. A turn of the knob and icy water rained down upon her, soaking her wild blonde hair down her face and pearling her nipples even as her erection faded. Flaccid, the uncut flesh wasn’t particularly impressive, not that she’d had anything but the internet for comparison. Effie closed her eyes and shivered under the water, trying not to let her mind wander to what a group of beautiful girls in her and Miranda’s ‘situation’ might get up to late at night.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda watched as Effie disappeared into the bathroom, closing the door behind her. She stared blankly at the door for several moments before turning back to her bedroom. She approached an old record player in her room, moving the needle to rest against the vinyl, starting some soothing classical music throughout the room. She moved to sit at the edge of her bed, pulling her phone from her bag. She casually dialed a familiar number before bringing the phone to her ear. "Reina? It's Miranda. Would you mind having some tea brought up to my room? Thanks." She set the phone down on the mattress before crossing her legs, her curious eyes panning to the closed bathroom door. She tucked a few loose strands of hair behind her ear as she began humming along with the music.

Before long, the bedroom door opened and a young woman entered with a couple tea cups on a platter. The young woman had messy blond hair and bright blue eyes. She was a little on the short side and a rather lithe figure. "Here's the tea you requested." She said with a small voice as she set it on the end table.

"Thank you, Reina. Would you mind giving us a bit of time? Effie's rather shy and I feel that she may require a more personal touch." Miranda spoke gently, offering the smaller girl a fond smile.

Reina nodded in agreement before ducking out of the room quietly. Miranda rose to her feet, and approached the door to the bathroom before giving it a soft knock. "Effie? Is everything alright? Your tea is ready."

 

[Anonymous Mouse]

Effie stepped out of the shower to the faint sound of classical music. Of course, she thought, Miranda would have excellent taste. She dried her hair and wiped the towel over her body, but still shivered from the icy water. She glanced at her clothing, then at the warm looking fluffy bathrobe Miranda said she could wear. Hanging the towel up, she slipped it on just as Miranda knocked on the door.

“I’m fine,” she said, hoping her voice didn’t shake with the cold so much. Or was it the way Miranda’s sweet voice affected her, sending wonderful tingles to her most sensitive parts. She opened the door just as she realized that those parts were responding. Despite the cold shower, her member fought to rise, lifting up several inches to push out at the bathrobe, ready to slip free at any moment.

A small blush rose in her cheeks. Adjusting the robe would be crude, she could only hope Miranda didn’t notice. “Thank you very much,” she said, unable to meet her eyes.

 

[Skeith Takahata II]

Miranda smiled warmly when the door opened. "You are most welcome." Her eyes briefly passing over the beautiful creature that stood before her. "Just as I thought..." She began as her hand gently brushed over the girl's cheek, brushing a few stray strands of hair away. "The robe looks wonderful on you." She stepped back, taking a seat on her bed as she crossed her legs, collecting her teacup from the tray. "Why don't you come have a seat and get comfortable?" She asked in a welcoming tone. "You should enjoy your tea while it's still hot. It will help warm you up." Miranda could tell that Effie was still aroused but decided against mentioning it.

She closed her eyes letting the soothing music wash over her as her hands lightly passed through the air as though she were conducting the orchestra herself. "There's something truly romantic about classical music, so full of emotion. Don't you agree?" She opened her eyes again before offering a warm smile towards the new student.