CHAPTER 23

I loved Lonni and sucked her cock with all the passion in me, fingering myself to cum with her inside me. Jeff kept fucking Lonni's ass with a vengeance. I kept sucking to offer her solace. I lost myself in the rhythm of Jeff fucking Lonni's ass, Lonni's cock being pounded into my mouth, and my busy fingers trying to make it all come out right.

At long last Jeff cried out to Jesus and pumped his load of hot cum up Lonni's ass. Every pulse of Jeff's cock was mirrored with a contraction of Lonni's sphincter tightening around it--and by a pulse of Lonni's own cock, shooting her cum in my mouth--and by a shockwave running through my clit, as the three of us came together in a blind, frenzied, shattering wave.

We lay in a tangle. I listened to the rain. The rain Lonni had given me.

"Say, miss Cindy, would you like to suck my cum out of my woman's ass and feed it to her?"

I pulled my pants on and looked around for my shoes. "No thanks, Jeff. I've got to get back to the dorm. I'm expecting a message from my parents." I kissed Lonni on the forehead. "I love you. Be happy."

"I will. You too."

"Hey, you know me."

"I do." And she kissed me on the lips, in front of god and everybody.

It was an hour's walk home in the rain, but I don't remember being cold. I don't remember anything. Except Lonni's farewell kiss.

The letter from my folks was long, full of explanations and apologies to their little girl, but the upshot was simple: the money had run out, and I didn't qualify for financial aid. Well, fuck.

My grades were good enough to apply for a scholarship, next year. If I wanted to finish this year, I needed a scary-big loan or a job with short hours and high pay. Yeah. Plenty of those, right?

None came to mind. I looked on line for student loans. No more available this semester.

It was March 3rd. My rent was paid until the end of the month, Spring Break started next week. It looked like I'd either be working through spring break, or spend the break looking for work. Either way, no party for Cindy. It was Sunday night, I was fucked out, but sad. The rain stopped and my dorm room seemed very quiet and empty with no room mate.

Monday after class I was at loose ends. I didn't want to go back to my empty dorm room. Lonni was gone--my she-male room mate and former lover had resolved to stop fucking women and become one. I enjoyed fucking other women, myself, but I did love to suck on Lonni's cock, and I could see how it made things confusing for her. But I would miss Lonni. I wouldn't mind a cock to suck, either, come to that, but there was none waiting in my room.

A room that wouldn't be mine much longer, if I couldn't figure something out.

I took a bus into the center of town, with a vague idea of checking out what kind of weekend jobs might be available, since my Internet searches hadn't turned up anything promising. Last night's rain had scrubbed the air, and it was a beautiful spring day to be pounding the downtown sidewalks.

The downtown area was pretty worn out, and it got progressively more run-down as I neared the old railroad line that had been the city's life's blood a hundred years ago, but was just a pair of long, parallel rust stains now.

But the more run-down it got, the more likely the shops were to put up a sign in the window instead of a listing on the Internet. The local donut shop needed weekend counter help. It would pay about enough per week to buy a bag of donuts. Great.

About then I realized that businesses reduced to putting a sign in the window for help probably couldn't afford to pay weekend workers enough to cover my rent. After that I wandered aimlessly for a while, trying to come up with alternative ideas. I just walked, my mind wandereing.

After a while I realized the sun was getting low and I wasn't anywhere a girl wanted to be, alone, after dark. I headed back, and was almost out of the squalid zone as the sun was going down and the cheap neon signs began to light up.

And like an old friend, there was the same cheap neon logo of my dear old gloryhole smut shop back home, blinking me welcome.

I walked in, feeling that sense of nostalgia that 18 year olds get for things that happened six months ago. The avalanche of porn and gaudy sex toys no longer intimidated me. Neither did the patrons; I had held the quivering dicks of men like this in my hands, heard them moan while I brought them to orgasm, completely under my control. This was Queen Cindy's realm. I still ruled.

There were no private booths, no cum smells, no glory holes. Still, I felt jauntier, more buoyant than I had when I walked in. On my way back out, I nearly ran into a nice looking guy on his way in. He wasn't furtive like the others. He was well dressed and self assured, as if he owned the place. It was like we were both visiting royalty. He looked me up and down, seeming to notice my bearing, in addition to taking in the usual sights (Yes, those are my titties, and yes, that's my ass. Thanks for inquiring).

He was an older guy, late 30s or early 40s. He looked vaguely Mediterranean, kind of like Danny Thomas in those old black-and-white YouTube videos.

"Do I know you?" He asked, like it was a real question.

"Nope. I'm not from here."

He studied me, then named my home town.

"Okay, yeah. You must have seen me someplace."

"Downtown. In what they call the gaslight neighborhood now."

"Guilty. My old stomping grounds. Some coincidence, huh? What brings you out here?"