Madison stared at her reflection in the elevator doors. She was unmistakably pretty. In fact, she'd had many boyfriends in the past that had confirmed it. But she didn't have the typical look of most college girls. She barely wore makeup. Her wardrobe consisted mostly of black jeans and black hoodies. Her hair was always up because she didn't want to bother to take the time to do anything with it.
As she stared into the mirror, she wondered if she should maybe put in a little more effort as her mother so kindly reminded her constantly. She had no interest in partying, drinking, and chasing boys. She opted to instead focus on her studies in Computer Science, video games, and spending time with her small group of friends.
She was lucky to have her group who all shared an interest in computers and opted to steer clear of the typical university partying and, in her opinion, time-wasting.
Craig was one of those people. The two of them often found each other when the group was together, making silly jokes about the classes they attended together or discussing various computer science topics. He was a great companion to her as they were in mostly the same classes, focusing on the same Major. Craig was quiet and reserved, but what she liked best was his kindness and sincerity. Most other boys weren't quite like him.
They often shared computer equipment as well. She reached into her backpack to make sure she remembered the RAM card that she was there to return as she approached his dorm room door. After a few knocks, there was no answer. She knocked and waited again.
No answer.
She then tested the door knob and found it to be unlocked. 'Perfect,' she thought. She could just drop the RAM card off and be on her way.
When she opened the door, a strong smell wafted out. It smelled like someone had just cleaned the entire dorm room with loads of cleaning supplies. Thinking nothing of it, she headed for Craig's desk with the card. She stopped when she saw around the wall in the back room of the dorm. A pair of feet were visible on the edge of the futon.
Madison dropped the card off on the desk and peeked into the other room. That's when she saw him. Sound asleep on the futon, she found Craig on his back, hands folded neatly on his stomach. His legs were parted slightly.
"Oh," Madison gasped softly. She stared directly at him, noticing right away that he was completely naked. She stared at his crotch, unable to look away. His penis was long and plump. It rested across his thigh, nearly stretching all the way to the edge. His balls were loose and baggy, moving in lock step with his deep breaths.
She couldn't believe what she was seeing. She didn't stop to think about what she was doing or why Craig was naked in the first place. She could only focus on the immense size of his genitals.
Just as she was about to snap out of it and retreat, the unthinkable happened. Craig opened his eyes and looked directly at her. "Jesus!" he yelled out as he quickly attempted to cover his privates and sit up on the couch.
Madison looked away and put her hand up in Craig's direction. "I'm so sorry. I came to drop off your RAM card. The door was open and I saw you sleeping. I didn't mean to barge in!"
"It's, it's fine. It's ok. I guess I forgot to lock the door! Shit! I'm so sorry!"
"No, I'm sorry!" Madison said as she stood in the other room. "I... I should go. I'm sorry. Bye." Madison rushed out of the dorm room and darted for the elevator. She was shaking and nervous. She couldn't believe what just happened.
As the elevator doors closed and she looked at herself in the mirror, she noticed she was blushing. She was flush red and her hair was all frazzled.
She mouthed the words "What the fuck" to herself in the mirror. Craig was enormous.
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Craig spent the rest of the day hanging around his dorm room, trying to get some studying in and take his mind off what happened. He couldn't concentrate. His mind was preoccupied with the sexual escapades of last night and that morning as well as Madison randomly walking in on him naked. How could he have been so careless sleeping in the nude?
He and Madison shared a special friendship with one another. They were always seemingly on the same wavelength. They had similar interests and senses of humor. Craig often wondered if there was more there, but could not muster up the courage to make a move. Plus, she never seemed that interested. But lately, he felt like a new man. Brittany and Leah have helped him feel more confident with himself. They also made it abundantly clear that what he had between his legs may work to his advantage with women.
But what about Madison? She wasn't like the others. Craig feared she may be grossed out, or even worse, offended by what happened. He opted to leave it alone for now. He wouldn't call or text her. He would hope the incident would be forgotten over time.
As if he wasn't having a hard enough time with everything, he felt an inordinate amount of guilt for what he was partaking in with his roommate's girlfriend. Although blame resides on both sides, Craig put it all on himself and was upset sick about it. He was so wrought with guilt, he couldn't possibly bring himself to see Brittany and Leah that evening. After deleting and rewriting it a dozen times, he finally texted Brittany a vague excuse about needing to study.
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"Do you think he's upset about something?" Leah asked as she sat on the couch, legs propped up on the coffee table, munching on carrot sticks.
"I don't know. We did kind of get carried away," Brittany said as she frowned.
"Kind of?" Leah laughed. "I think his penis put us under a spell!"
Brittany laughed as she playfully threw a pillow at Leah. "Stop! It's not funny. We were really bad!"
Leah shrugged. "Eh. It's college. We're supposed to do crazy shit right?"
"What about Steven?" Brittany asked as she scrolled through her phone.
"What about him? He's halfway across the state. Who cares?" Leah had such a carefree attitude about her. She was never one to be completely tied down to a relationship.
"I feel bad. It's his roommate. They're kind of friends too I guess. I also don't want to make Craig upset."
"Brittany... honey," Leah sat forward and looked her directly in the eyes. "It's ok. Don't beat yourself up. We had some fun with Craig. Lots of it actually. If anyone's uncomfortable, we don't do it anymore." Leah sat back in her chair and took a bite from a carrot stick. "I
would
like to fuck him though."
Both girls cracked up laughing as Brittany threw another pillow at Leah. She ducked out the way, laughing.
"Hey! I think my mold is ready. Let's check it out."
Leah walked over to the other room and returned with a large block of grayish brown clay. After Craig inserted his manhood earlier, Leah poured in a solvent inside the hardened clay she would use to create her template. She laid out some newspaper on the ground and set the mold down gingerly. Next, she used a small tack hammer to crack open the clay.
"This breaks apart so easily," she commented. Brittany sat forward on the futon, eagerly awaiting the mold. After only three soft taps of the hammer, the clay broke apart, revealing the finished product. She held it up for Brittany to see.
It was a perfect replica of Craig's impressive penis. It looked exactly like a huge, off-white colored dildo. The girls cracked up giggling as they studied the details.
"Holy shit!" Brittany said. "You can even, like, see each vein. This is really detailed!"
"Yeah, that's the point. If I'm going to make a sculpture, I need to have a good replica to go off of. Gosh, would you look at how big he is? I still can't get over it."
"What's this made of?" Brittany asked, taking the mold from Leah.
"Silicone. It's super cheap and super easy to use." She looked up at Brittany and smiled. "You getting ideas?"
Brittany laughed. "No! Well, maybe. But, no. I'm not." She then held the dildo up to her stomach and looked up at Leah. "Look at this! He's literally in my stomach. How is this possible?"
Leah crossed her arms and shook her head. "Honestly, I have no idea. But I'd be willing to find out."
"He said he's had sex before," Brittany stated. "He's so quiet. I can't picture him having sex. Especially not with that massive thing."
"I wouldn't mind it. I'll tell you that."
"You're being bad, Leah." Brittany handed the mold back to her.
"Oh, like you've been such a princess! You freaking jerked off to the guy the other day right over there!"
Brittany blushed, having briefly forgotten about her feverish masturbation session returning from Craig and Steven's the other morning. "You're right. You've got a good point there. Ok, I need a drink. Wine?"
"For sure."
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The girls had a nice Saturday night in their dorm room together. Sipping wine, laughing and enjoying one another's company. They chatted about their respective futures. Leah always had a long-term plan in play. She would pursue sculpting as it had always been her passion. Brittany was a bit more unsure of herself. She was part of a big family, so it had always been assumed she and her sisters would all have big families of their own. But Brittany wasn't so sure that was all she wanted in life. Chatting with Leah helped her understand that her future is her plan and no one else's. That gave her a lot to think about.
"What about Steven? Are you guys serious, do you think?"
"I don't know really," Brittany sighed as she poured them each another glass of wine. "I mean, he's great and all. But there's not much to him. He's just like football, partying, and hanging with his buddies. That's all there really is to Steven."
Leah nodded. "He is cute though."
Brittany laughed and nodded. "Yes. Yes he certainly is a cutie."
"And a big dick," Leah added.
"Yup. That too...just that..." Brittany trailed off.
"What?" Leah asked.
"Oh it's nothing."
"It's not nothing. You were just about to say something. What is it?" Leah eyed Brittany, inquisitively.
Brittany paused. "This is gonna sound so selfish and petty."
"I doubt it will. Go ahead, what is it?"
