Writer's Note: This is a work of erotic fantasy, all characters and events are fictional. This series uses the term "futanari" to describe the main character, as a way of separating her from any real-world identities. The writer condemns the discrimination, tokenization, or fetishization of real-world trans and intersex people.
This is Number 4 in a series --
The Adventures of Penny Thompson
. Each story is self-contained, but they're best read in order!
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"Ugh, Color Theory is so boring!" Penny Thompson whined. She was walking with her
Roommate-With-Benefits-Question-Mark,
Mikayla Davis, heading to the Library building at Plainview Arts College. They both needed to get some homework done for their respective classes, and were tired of sitting at their cheap desks in their cinder block dorm, so they had decided to find a cozier study space.
Penny was wearing her white sneakers; a snug pair of jeans that flattered her petite bottom and long legs; and a white, short-sleeved off-the-shoulder shirt that accentuated her pale, freckled shoulders. She had skipped wearing a bra, worried that straps would ruin the look.
Mikayla was in full Mall Goth attire -- a short, dark tartan skirt covering her round hips, butt, and thighs, stopping just above her knees; a ratty white
The Cure
t-shirt covered in artful rips and gashes, showing glimpses of a black tank top that hinted at the shape of her ample breasts; a bunch of jangling silver bracelets on her dark brown wrists. Her big, stompy combat boots gifted her a couple of inches in heel, but still left her almost a head shorter than Penny.
"I mean... I love the
theory
of Color Theory, how different hues and shades and tones compliment or contrast with each other..."
Penny fought back an intrusive thought, imagining the contrasting Color Theory of her pearly white cum on Mikayla's dark brown skin and glossy black lips.
The two hadn't really talked about
the first night in their dorm room
, when Mikayla had discovered that Penny was a futanari. They had mutually masturbated while staring at each other from across the room, both enjoying powerful orgasms.
The next morning Mikayla had acted like nothing had happened, and Penny couldn't figure out how to approach the topic. They had been getting along really well in the week since. They ate most of their meals together, and sat next to each other in Figure Drawing.
They had shared Penny's plushy-filled bed one night, watching improv comedy videos on a laptop. They stayed up much too late, feeling the warmth of each other's close proximity but leaving a small gap between their bodies.
They kept making lewd flirty jokes, as if daring each other to make a move. But the whole situation hung over their friendship like a thick, hard, nine-inch Sword of Damocles.
"It's just that the teacher is soooo boring! She must be like ninety years old. I think she was born before color was even
invented,
when everything was black and white."
Mikayla rolled her eyes. "You know color still existed back then, right? Like, as part of the electromagnetic spectrum? People just didn't have film that... never mind. What about your classmates, anybody there as cool as me?"
Penny stuck her tongue out at her friend. "I'm pretty sure no one on this campus is as cool as you. It's a big lecture hall with bolted-down chairs and little flippy writing desk things, it's not really a place to make friends. What about your drama class? Any potential friends there?"
"You know how it is. Lots of white suburban drama kids, lots of white suburban theater nerds. And me, who is neither," Mikayla was most definitely a theater nerd and a drama kid, but her identity as The Gothy Black Badass From Chicago did make her stand out on campus.
"There is this one guy though, Hank. We are not friends, it's just weird that he's there. He's a big, muscly himbo, and doesn't look like a theater kid at all. He just kind of zones out during most of the class and... let's just say, he does not appear to have a rich internal monologue. But we did a 'Dropping In' exercise in class yesterday, and..."
"What's a 'Dropping In' exercise?" Penny interrupted.
"It's a Method Acting thing. You repeat back fragments of sentences your director gives you, and you try to find emotions and meaning in it. It's really difficult, and you feel really self-conscious doing it. But I swear this big dumb jock did it better than anyone in the room! He actually made himself cry by saying
'In the month of May,'
over and over!"
"Ooohh, sounds like you've got a crush on Hank the Method Himbo!" Penny teased. Mikayla was bi, and Penny was... Penny. But they had never discussed boys up to this point.
Mikayla reached over and pinched Penny's butt, making her squeal. "Oh puh-leeze. Dating him would be like dating a mannequin from Old Navy. He's kind of pretty to look at, but there's not a lot going on there. I'll stick with my Bad Dragon and my Hitachi, thank-you-very-much. Besides, you... we..." she trailed off, then put her head down and started walking faster, leaving Penny in the dust.
"W-what? I what?
We
what?" Penny hustled to catch up. But before she could get anything more out of her roommate, they were interrupted by a loud voice from across the grassy quad.
"Mikayla,
hiiii!
" Two other students were crossing from another direction, and changed course to an intercepting vector. One was a petite white girl with blonde hair in a ponytail, the other was a petite white girl with brown hair in a ponytail. Both were wearing maroon hoodies -- with "PLAINVIEW" stamped in college font, naturally -- over tight black leggings. They could have been birthed from the same alien pod.
"Oh for fuck's sake... these two are in Method Acting with me. I hate them." Mikayla muttered to Penny under her breath. "Britneigh! Eighmey!
Hiiii!
" She responded loudly with her best sarcastic vocal fry.
After making small talk with the other two girls, Penny and Mikayla managed to ditch them and make it to the library.
