My Freaky Freshman Year

Chapter 1 of 4

All characters are over the age of 18 at the time of any sexual activity.

Thank you, dear readers, for the outpouring of support and encouragement you gave me for 'My Freaky Senior Prom'. (You should definitely read that before starting here, if you have not!)

I'd honestly never planned on writing a sequel, but like you, I fell in love with Theo and Lily and just couldn't let them end their story. After more than a year of waiting, I sincerely hope this is a fitting follow up. This four-part story starts just after 'Prom', and follows our lovebirds to college.

Like most of my stories, this one is long. The plot element that was central to the first story (no spoilers if you haven't read 'Prom'!) might suggest the Sci-Fi & Fantasy, but author's prerogative, right?

A huge shout out to my beta readers and editors: thatsbogus and SpotInTheSand, both seasoned Lit authors more experienced than me. Consider browsing their author pages for some great stories. Without their help and input, we might never have seen our cute no-longer-virgins again. And to Rose, your editing skills are legendary.

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Sure, your first boyfriend or girlfriend that you really fell for is amazing, but I'm guessing most couples' stories didn't start quite like ours. Lily Whitlock and I began our dozen-plus year relationship as something more like extreme frenemies. We competed at everything from kindergarten on, taking whatever silly task we were focused on to the very edge of being a battle. In retrospect, it was of course because we were more alike then we wanted to admit, but that doesn't register when you're young.

In the first minutes of our shared eighteenth birthdays, April Fool's Day by the way, we each,ahem, relieved ourselves after a party. When we somehow managed to climax at the same time — in different houses mind you — we woke up switched.

LikeFreaky Fridayswitched.

No need to explain how terrifying and awkward that was, but with decent communication and a temporary truce, we made it through a week in the other person's body and life. Sheerly out of convenience to help keep our stories straight, we ended up going to prom together. I was occupying her ridiculously attractive body and she was in mine, you remember the story...

In that week, we'd both become resigned to the likelihood that we were stuck in the other person's body and life forever. That week forced a change in perspective for each of us individually, and more importantly, the concept ofus.Through all that, we managed to let our respective guard down. Literally living in the other person's shoes for a handful of days seemed to flip some kind of switch. The inevitable happened and we fell for each other. Pretty hard. It came as a shock to only us, apparently our friends and family had all been just waiting for it to happen.

Since our after prom plans were nonexistent, we found our way to a deserted parking lot to kill time. We did what teenagers in love do... and lost our virginities to each other in whatever time and place our hormones told us was right. I wasn't sure I could trust the girly chemicals invading my brain, but letting Lily make love to me was amazing. We came together there in the dark, and experienced a brief loss of consciousness at the same time. I would have chalked it up to a really good cum, but when we woke up the next morning, we were back.

Our own bodies, own beds, and own lives.

We spent the weekend proving out our theory, for science, of course.Orgasm at the same time, switch bodies when you wake up. Got it.

By the Monday after prom, in the span of just over a week I'd been me, her, me again, back to her, and in one delightful last failing of sexual restraint... back to me. It's probably good we figured everything out in time, because that day was our regional track meet. The last big event before graduation. And as it turned out, a major turning point in both our lives. That's where I'll pick up the story.

Buckle up.

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For about the twentieth time since we got to school that morning, I flashed Lily a little sideways look. It was one of those glances combined with a barely restrained shit-eating grin, like we had a secret we didn't want to share with anyone. The looks we got from classmates suggested we were doing a pretty poor job. A couple of Lily's friends gave us congratulatory nods as we walked in together, brushing fingertips like we weren't sure if we should be holding hands or what.

Jesus, this feels like being in the eighth grade again.

My stomach was in on it too, gyrating in little knots each time I thought about her walking next to me. Actually wanting to be next to me.

I have a girlfriend, and it's Lily Whitlock.

Neither idea made sense yet, even after our weekend of depravity. After everything we'd done after prom, all the unsupervised and definitely adult activities... I still felt giddy just being near her. Every time our eyes locked as we walked down the hallway, she wordlessly said it back to me, and my guts would do another flip.

Me too.

We'd barely separated since we arrived at school. It was the Monday of our regional track meet. We were to leave about halfway through first period, so most of the team just hung out in the hallway outside the locker rooms and waited for our coach to come fetch us.

We finally got the summons and walked out to the parking lot. Lily and I strolled, pinky fingers intertwined like it was somehow less obvious.

"I still can't believe we're here," she said quietly as we made our way down the steps to the parking lot.

I grinned back. "Here?" I said with a loaded pause, glancing at our hands, "or here as in our last meet and almost done with school?"

"Yes."

I wanted to risk a kiss, but chickened out.

Coach made her way from the front office. "You're lucky," she said to the group, already toting a clipboard. "Anything under four hours and we get a yellow bus. As Oakmont is a bit over that, we get a nicer ride. She nodded toward the far side of the parking lot where a black tour bus was just rolling over a speed bump.

We all gasped in appreciation at the realization we wouldn't be cramped into a vehicle designed for elementary school kids.

"I have perpetual dibs on the bathroom," Coach continued. "And there are cameras at both ends of the aisle, not that the driver will see anything inappropriate, right?"

"Yes, coach!" called the majority of the team as the bus pulled up.

"Harper, Whitlock," she directed at us, strolling over. "I'm not gonna have any problems with you two, right?"

I cleared my throat and realized Lily's arm was through my elbow. I squeezed it against my side.

"No coach," I grinned, "no problems at all."

"Good." Her steely look softened. "Listen, I'm happy for you," she added quietly, face pulled into something almost like a motherly grin. "But today is about running your butts off. You're both going after scholarships, right?"

"Yes," Lily said definitively. "You think there's gonna be scouts, right?"

"I know for a fact that at least three schools will have people there."

I turned and risked a hand on each of Lily's hips as I stared at her. "We got this, right?"

"Damn straight," said Lily.

Coach rolled her eyes and walked off. I leaned in for a peck before rejoining the group piling onto the coach.

"Should we sit together?" I whispered.

"If you want to," said Lily over her shoulder. "I think the cat's pretty well outta the bag at this point."

"Oh, just sit together already," said Brinn, one of the sprinters. "You two are obviously official now, right?"

We both grinned demurely and simply made our way to the back of the bus.

The bus trundled away and we got on the road. Idle chatter peppered the monotonous drone of the engine and ever-present road noise. Spirits were good, and our most recent practices suggested our team would do well. Maybe not the overall winner, but far from the bottom.

"So Oakmont is my first choice for a backup school," I mentioned as we drove. "It'll be good to see the campus in person today."

"Oh, that's cool," said Lily. "It's my second. What's your top choice?"

"Construction Engineering at Acadia Tech—"

"Oh my gosh," she cut in, "I applied to their Communications and Marketing program. Wouldn't that be something?"

I chuckled to myself. I guess I wasn't surprised our plans lined up so closely. Not that we'd had reasons to compare notes before last week.

"I'm sure we'll both get in, I mean with our grades... I don't think their track program is as good as Oakmont's though."

"True, Acadia is definitely not known for their sports. But a degree is a degree, right?"

The bus ride went rather faster than I would have expected. The group of us chatted nonstop as we made our way east first out through city morning traffic, then out to the freeway. We finally arrived about lunchtime, the entire team noshing on granola bars and energy gels before unloading.

The Oakmont stadium was impressive compared to our single set of bleachers back home. We all piled out in awe of the scale and quality of the buildings. Even the trees dotting the landscape seemed, I don't know... smarter.

"Wow," said Lily genuinely, "looks just like the brochure."

"Huddle up!" Coach called as she stepped off the bus.

We got a short pep talk there in the parking lot, much like the other dozen or more groups of kids huddled around their own busses. After a bit, a handful of college students in brightly colored shirts came out and directed us into the players' entrance of the stadium. Our collective spirits inflated as we exited the tunnel into the bright sunlight and the massive field.

"Alright, remember this is still just a track," said our coach. "The surface is nicer and there are more seats, but you still gotta run. Don't psych yourself out, this is no different than any other race. Well, I guess it is." She wrung her hands and looked more nervous than I felt.

"Kick ass, take names!" I called.

"More or less!" She laughed. "If anyone needs some motivation, maybe come talk with Mr. Harper instead."

I grinned at her, then my teammates. "Like the woman said, just another track, just another race."

"Aren't you extra confident today?" Lily said quietly. "You know something I don't?"

"I just have a good feeling." Truth was, I felt pretty good about everything right now. The afterglow was probably bleeding into everything in my line of vision. "You just watch."

We made our way to the pop-up tents where the university had set up all of the timekeepers, check in tables, and spots to stow our things. Despite well over two hundred high schoolers trickling in, everything was organized and efficient. After registering and double checking our race times, it was on each of us to show up where and when we were supposed to be.

Lily and I trekked up through the stands and found our parents. They'd all insisted on taking time off work to make the trip, owing to this being our last high school sporting events as babies— even though we were freshly eighteen and had at least legally graduated from being children.

As I lined up for my first event, the fifteen hundred, my brain offered an interesting thought. A week ago, I was for all intents and purposes... a girl. I had resigned myself to that fact, and was even planning on running this very race in Lily's body. Well, the women's version of course. The events that transpired in the next span of days transcended anything I could have imagined.

BANG!

As I started to run, the culmination of everything I'd — we'd been through, coursed through me like fuel.Don't peak early, I thought as I put three, then four paces between me and the quickly outdistanced fore runner. I didn't even feel like I was pushing myself.

By lap three I was definitely feeling the burn, but a quick look over my shoulder confirmed my comfortable lead. Even with the other activity in the stadium, I could hear voices cheering me on.

By late afternoon, it became obvious that my optimism was justified. I'd won both the fifteen hundred and the five thousand, which Coach pulled me aside to mention was quite an upset. I was less than a second off my personal record, which I honestly didn't know was that great to begin with.

Lily did even better. She finished the ten thousand almost twenty seconds before the rest of the pack, and beat her own PR by several seconds. When we finally reunited in a huddle with the rest of the team, everyone was twittering about all our individual races and team's chances.

Our team ended up second overall, due to the field sports crew not being quite as overachieving as the track people. Nothing could dampen our spirits though, and the cheering at the medal ceremonies was just extra dopamine. Coach finally pulled us all into a group after things had died down.

"I can't even..." she sniffed, "you guys, for real, I just —"

"We had fantastic coaching," Lily offered.

Coach just grinned and tried to hold it together. "Well, anyway, good job. We'll stop for burgers on the way home. You all want showers, or no?"

"Ohmigod, yes, showers!" said Brinn. "The distance people are rank! No offense," she added.

"None taken," I said magnanimously.

"Visiting team locker rooms are that door," said Coach, pointing at one of the tunnels. "I'll find the driver and meet you all at the bus when you're done."

Everyone fetched bags from the tents and trundled toward the locker rooms. Or as we discovered, lockerroom.

"Wow, college is different..." I said under my breath as we entered the cavernous room under the stands. Boys and girls in various states of undress buzzed around the room between an area obviously for sinks and toilets, and another with individual shower cubicles with doors. Nobody was exposed any more than you'd see at the beach, but seeing flashes of sports bras and boxer briefs raised eyebrows among our teammates.

With the promise of comfortable coach seats and hamburgers however, we quickly got over the novelty of coed bathrooms and got to business.

Our team quickly sorted themselves into available showers, shutting doors behind. Lily and I had brought up the rear of our group, and watched as the number of available stalls quickly decreased.

We came to the realization at the same time.

Only one left.

Her eyes said it so she didn't have to utter it aloud.

With a calm that belied my guts twisting in knots, we slipped into the last open door and closed it behind us. I didn't care if anyone saw, and part of me hoped someone had.

Doesn't matter, we're consenting adults. Making best use of the resources at hand to speed our departure.

All of my adult-y reasoning went out the window as Lily made quick work of stripping out of her sweaty running uniform. I stood there awestruck, still fully dressed including my shoes.

"God, you're beautiful," I whispered.

She flashed me an exasperated look that quickly evaporated.

"Get naked and come shower with me."

I complied without any argument. The endorphins from exertion and being celebrated on the podium were quickly being replaced by another set of chemicals. My cock began to respond accordingly.

"We're not doing that here," she said quietly. "This is to save time, so just tell your friend there to chillax."

"That's not how it works, I think you might remember that."

Lily grinned widely as I stepped into the stream of water next to her.

"We'll do each others' backs, but then no other touching. Deal?"

"Deal, but one kiss first." She didn't protest as I leaned forward and pressed my lips against hers. Her slippery breasts grazed my pecs. I thought I felt her shudder.

"Fine, now turn around."

I spun and leaned my forehead against the tile wall. Just the feeling of the hot water cascading over my head and down my body was amazing, but Lily's soapy hands on my back took it to another level. I instinctively writhed against her as she made admittedly clinical progress on washing my shoulders.

"Alright, now do me."

I lathered up my hands with soap from the wall pump and worked the suds into her skin. I didn't make any attempt to save time as she had, and took the time to dig my thumbs under her shoulder blades where I knew she got tight muscles.

A contented sigh escaped her as I continued to work my hands along her back. By the time I worked down from her shoulders, she'd relaxed and was similarly reacting to my touch. I took the brief liberty of moving to her sides, which of course got my fingers close enough to massage the edges of her breasts.

"Dammit Theo," she huffed unconvincingly. She didn't move or pull away either.

"How am I supposed to not touch?" I whispered. Getting no response, I leaned into her. My chest pressed into her back and gave my arms a full range of motion under hers. I slowly dragged my fingertips up her taut stomach before taking a full handful of perfect tit in each hand. The soap made our skin pleasingly slippery and conducive to rubbing. She went with it until I began to twist her hard nipples between my thumb and finger.

Lily moaned quietly as I continued to lavish attention on her chest. My cock had long since reached its full potential and was currently wedged between her legs. She began to rock her hips against me, the moisture from her lips blending in with the shower water cascading down our bodies.

I joined her movements, thrusting against her body as I slid between her legs.

"Unh, you feel good," she cooed.

The longer we went, the more movement we each gave to our illicit activity. Lily's puffy pussy lips were now covering nearly the entire length of my shaft, often pausing to repeat a little circles when my head brushed against her clit.

I whimpered as my rock hard head nearly slipped in, but instead gave her another jolt of pleasure against her button.

"Shh," she said halfheartedly. "Remember where we are." Her ragged breathing confirmed she didn't care any more than I did.

I could tell she was getting close as our bodies began to slap together rather more loudly. I briefly thought about the shower stalls on either side of us and wondered how much noise was carrying. She craned her head around to kiss me, I think partially to make sure we couldn't speak.

Our tongues danced between lips as she continued to thrust against me.

"Oh shit, Theo, so good..." she managed to make out between kisses.

Lily spasmed a few more times as she climaxed, before going rigid and trapping me between her legs. A few seconds passed before she finally exhaled and relaxed her body. I took a deep breath and let her relish what was left of her climax.

I held her against me, taking her weight as her legs went slack. I momentarily basked in her pleasure.

She turned to face me and caught the needy look on my face. I'd reoriented my position in the small cubicle so I could stroke my cock. Her rubbing had gotten me almost there. Between my own lust drive and the small thought that people were probably waiting on us, I knew I just needed to finish, and finish quick.

Lily glanced down at my hand as I jacked the length of my hard tool.

"Wouldn't you rather..." She grinned seductively and sank down onto the small bench on the opposite side of the stall. Spreading her legs wide, she beckoned to me with a finger.

I collapsed to my knees and quickly plunged inside. She took me easily to the hilt in one slow push. I wrapped my arms around her, holding still as I relished the feeling, infinitely better than my hand.

"God, I love being inside you," I said breathlessly in her ear as I began thrusting. "I'll be quick."