Alan's Sister: How I Pissed Off the Guy Down the Hall
by Samuel Laker
All stories on this web site are purely FICTIONAL. The people depicted within these stories only exist in someone's IMAGINATION. Any resemblence between anyone depicted in these stories and any real person, living or dead, is an incredible COINCIDENCE too bizarre to be believed. If you think that you or someone you know is depicted in one of these stories it's only because you're a twisted perverted little fucker who sees conspiracies and plots where none exist. You probably suspect that your own MOTHER had sex with ALIENS and COWS and stuff. Well, she didn't. It's all in your head. Now take your tranquilizers and RELAX.
Chapter 1: Amanda
I suppose it all began about two months ago, when we were leaving to go
home for winterbreak. I was sitting with Ed and Alan in Alan's room, watching
as Alan read his Email for the last time that there was a knock at the door, and Alan's parents entered. "Are you ready to go, son?"
"Not yet. Gotta finish checking my mail."
That's when we saw her. Her being Alan's younger sister Amanda, we
being Ed and myself. She didn't look too much younger than Alan, perhaps
fourteen or fifteen years old, with straight brownish hair cut short, the thin
build apparently common to members of Alan's family -- her hips, covered by
tight jeans, just beginning to spread to a womanly shape, while her chest
remained hidden within her overlarge coat. Her face remarkable, what really
drew me to her.
She had high cheekbones, and thick lips, skin flawless without a hint
of makeup, and large, dark-brown eyes.
I turned to Ed, "Alan has a sister? I didn't know that...(whispered)
she's kinda cute."
"Ya' know, it's been 'bout a year since I've seen her...what's her
name...uhhh..." Furrows of concentration formed on Ed's prematurely
balding forehead.
"Hi. I'm Amanda. I'm Alan'sembarassmen...I mean sister." She extended
her snow-white hand.
Not being a moron, I shook it. Briefly, the thought of kissing it
flashed across my mind, but I quickly squelched the idea.
"I'm Speechless. But these idiots keep calling me Sam, for some
reason."
She giggled. It was like music. Birds singing and everything. The
whole bit. However, since this sort of thing occurs with me on an almost daily
basis, I paid it no special heed.
"Hi Ed," she continued "it's nice to see you again." At this, she
smiled, forming two endearing dimples on her rose hued cheeks, displaying two
rows of perfect teeth.
"Uhh...yeah. You too, You sure have done an awful lot of growing...
last time I saw you, weren't you only, like, five-feet tall"?
"Yup, but I've done a LOT of growing up since then! Wanna see"?
As Alan commenced his packing rituals, Ed and I nodded our heads
vigorously. She unzipped her coat, revealing a thin, white Mickey Mouse shirt,
and, clearly visible to both of us, a black bra encasing two large (for a
fourteen year old, anyway...medium, really), perfectly formed breasts.
"I think I'm in love." Ed and I spoke in unison. Perhaps not to each
other.
"You know, I REALLY need a woman." I managed to stammer as she zipped
up her coat again.
"Sorry I can't help you, Speechless." She smiled again. "Well...maybe
we'll see each other next year..." I said, brightening even as I said
it.
"Maybe. I Gotta go. G'bye." Alan ushered us back out into the hall,
locking his door behind him.
"You guys know that that was my SISTER you were talking to, right?"
'Yup. She's cute" "Yughhh!" Alan made a face, "MY sister? Amanda,
right? There wasn't a girl in there that I didn't see, was there?"
"Only the inflatable one that your parents didn't see... Nope, we mean
YOUR sister. She's pretty hot." Then Ed spoke: "Yeah... I could live
with one of those..." "She's only fourteen! You guys are sick! I'm
leaving." Just then the elevator pulled up. We helped Alan push his
cart of laundry and computer equipment on board.
"I'm leaving now, you perverts!" The doors closed. Alan was gone. "Hey
Ed - are we perverts?" "Uhh...yeah. I think we're perverts. Why... got
a problem with perverts?"
"Not me, how 'bout you?" "None at all."
Chapter Two: A Second Meeting
Winterbreak was fairly uneventful, I suppose. I really didn't think
much at all about Alan or his sister until I checked my Email on Christmas eve.
Mostly the normal things... mailing list crap, responses to flames, and
messages from friends, telling me that they were leaving and would not check
their mail for some time... the usual stuff. However, there WAS a message from
Alan, someone I knew to be just as compulsive as I in reading and responding to
mail. I knew that this, at least, would be read and answered within a few
days.
The message went something like this:
>Alright, you sicko, I just wanted to let you know that I'm coming back
>on the 4th. You'd better be back, too.
>And my sister wishes you a merry Christmas, and says she hopes you'll
>find a woman under your tree this year. Idiot.
>Fucko.
>Alan.
Although I'm an atheist, the sentiment warmed my heart, amongst other
things, as I remembered the flashing incident two-weeks past. I quickly made
my replies, then scurried off to the bathroom...
Of course I was back to the dorm on the Fourth. Nice and early, before
the place even opened for the few returning students that normally come back
that soon. I beat Alan back by a good two hours, anxiously awaiting his (and
hopefully his sister's) return.
Unfortunately, I didn't immediately notice their return, having just
realized that I had forgotten the power cord for my PC. However, the knock at
my door was enough to rouse me from my grouchy repose.
"What the hell do you want?!" "It's Alan, you fucko! Open up!" "What's
the password?" "Your Mom! I'm coming in, dumbass." A few moments later,
I was back down in Alan's room, helping in his traditional unpacking
method of throwing everything into his closet, and shoving everything that
didn't fit in his closet into his desk or dresser. Amanda was there, and
occupied the vast majority of my attention, in her baggy white coat and tight
Levi's.
Alan's parents came into the room. "Alan, do you need anything for your
room?"
"Yeah. I need Cokes. And shampoo. And I need floppy disks." "Alright.
Where do we have to go to get all of that?" "Well, there's a Wal-Mart
down by the interstate..." "OK. We'll stop and get something to eat
then, too. Let's go." "Mom, I just got something all over me...I think
it's ink." And it was. The printer cartridge for Alan's printer had
somehow burst, covKimg Amanda completely with ink.
"Well, you'd better stay here and clean up. We can't have you in the
new car that way."
My heart stopped beating at those words. Why, she'd probably...
"You're gonna need a shower." YES YES YES "Alan, where the hell are
your towels? Give your sister a towel. And soap. And shampoo."
"I'm out of shampoo. That's why we're going to the store..." "I've got
plenty of shampoo. She can use mine." I said. "Alright. That's real
nice o' you, Sam. Honey, we'll be back in a coupla hour or
thereabouts."
I went back to my room, in search of my suddenly all-important "OK
Dad." bottle of Selsun Blue. After a moment of tearing the room apart,
I found it. Under my PC's power cord, no less.
I loped down the hall with a quickness born of a man that wants to see
a naked teenager. Since I live in a dorm, I knew very well that there was VERY
little privacy in the open bathrooms. I could hear water running in only one
shower stall. Of course, that made sense, since we were the only people on the
entire floor.
I scampered over to her stall, noting the white panties at the top of
her heap of clothes.
"I brought you some shampoo..." "Great. Hand it over." The shower
curtain opened partway, and a grasping hand emerged. "Gimme. Thanks.",
she said as I put the bottle in her hand, catching a glimpse of smiling lips
and pubescent breast as she closed the curtain once more.
"Can you stay and watch... to make sure nobody shows up for a little
peep show?"
"You mean like the one you gave me just now?" (with sarcasm) "Whoops"
"And what did that mean?" "It's just your little reward for giving me
some shampoo. I hope you liked it."
"Yeah. It was great!" I said, blushing and suddenly very conscious of
myself. I turned my back, shaking my head and wondKimg why, if I had spent
nineteen years waiting for something like this, I was so embarrassed by it
now.
But Amanda continued, "So how was break? Did Santa leave you the woman
you needed so badly?"
I was about to respond that Santa hadn't left me anything for over 10
years when I felt two warm, wet hands grab my shoulders.
"I guess not." I felt her pull me into the shower. I suppose that, if I
were a little more uninhibited, I probably would've gone willingly
about five minutes before. However, in real life, there're things like
harassment lawsuits, not to mention statutory rape. These facts kept me from
leaping in with her right away...but now...
The warm water quickly soaked me as she removed my clothes- starting
with my jeans. I watched, stunned, and looked at her wet nakedness. I beheld
full, womanly nudity for the first time in my life. Curves previously viewed
only in my Playboys were readily visible now, as she tugged off my pants,
leaving me a no-doubt foolish sight, in my Hanes and T-shirt, mouth agape. She
then wrapped her arms about my neck and kissed me deeply. In an instant, I
felt her tongue probing my lips, then darting past, on to my mouth. Much to my
surprise, she moved my left arm to her breast. I was in heaven.
Slowly, I began to move against her, my hands steadily roaming over her
beautiful, slender young frame, to her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her
back, her ass... I broke from our passionate embrace, knowing then the object
of my desire. I ran my hands over her once more as I slid onto my knees,
kissing my way ever downward, lovingly licking each erect nipple, stopping for
a French-kiss at her belly-button, and then, down to her nether-regions, I
found it bare, save for a quarter-inch wide strip atop her pubis.
For most men who dream of lovemaking, their first sexual act is simple
intercourse. Fucking, I guess. Not me. I wanted the taste of a woman on my
tongue, the smell of arousal to be the air that I breathe.
So the fact that I wanted to be on my knees, practically drowning is
steaming-hot water as it streamed over our bodies should come as less than a
shock...
I began by kissing her pubic hair, tasting the slightly salty tang of
her. Then down, once more, to her center, her womanhood, where I buried my
face, first taking a breath of arousal's musky aroma, then kissing the lips of
her opening. She moaned as I tongued her, occasionally instructing me in better
pleasing her, her hands first running through my short hair, then grasping and
pushing me further in to her being. After an eternity of my ministrations, her
moans began to intensify to screams of pleasure, and I knew that I had
fulfilled her. Yet, I continued, enjoying the taste, the smell, the fleshy
warmth until, yet again, she cried out. This time, she pulled me away from
her. I kissed her again. She didn't seem to mind the taste, rather, she seemed
to revel in it, kissing me more deeply than she had kissed me before.
She drew back and spoke: "Now, what would you like your woman to do for
you?". She pushed my underwear down as she said it. "How about..."
She then proceeded to rub her hands over my erect cock. Only a moment
stimulation brought me to release, a huge load of sperm shooting onto her belly
and into her hands. She immediately scooped up all the cum that wasn't washed
away by the jet of water; both of her tiny hands full with white jizz, and
brought it to her lips, licking daintily. Any chance of my losing my erection
died at that sight. She eagerly licked up all she could find, even a fingerful
she spotted on the wall next to her, which she brought to her lips and, in the
most erotic I've ever seen, licked the entire length of. Her next statement
nearly stopped my overworked heart. All she said was "More".
Toweling off became a very interesting proposal afterward, since there
was only one towel between the two of us. However, we made do, playfully drying
each other, touching each other, fondling each other...
My clothes were, to say the least, soaked, so I found a return to my
room in order. Amanda followed me, nude, with the towel wrapped about her head,
clothes in hand. Upon reaching our destination, I discovered that I had left
the window in my room open, because of the sauna-like dormitory heat. Being wet
only heightened the chill of the room. It was cold!
I watched in wonder as Amanda's naked form climbed up my loft, where a
half-dozen thick, warm blankets could be found, marveling at her grace. She
wrapped herself up in my comforter as I moved to close my window, still
dripping from our moments-passed experience. I then grabbed a towel of my own,
and climbed up to my bed, where I found my seductress stretched and under
cover, making noises not unlike the purring of a cat.
"Let me," she said as I began to dry myself, "please". She took the
towel from my hands and began to gently rub it over my body. First my
back, then my chest, over my arms, my hair. She stopped momentarily.
"I'm a little wet still, too." she said. She resumed her procedure by
rubbing the towel over my face, which I found to be pleasantly soaked
with the smell of herself, her sex.
"Are you sure that was only a little wet?" "Nope, that was VERY wet..."
She moved the towel downward, toward my turgid organ, making ever
broadening circles about my chest and belly, until she at last reached my
crotch.
I turned toward her, pulling off the blankets that covered her firm
young form. She lay naked on her side, using the thick towel to caress me,
totally beautiful. I took in the whole of her for the first time. The gentle
curve of her hip, her slender waist, two tiny feet, and her twinkling eyes,
alight with an undeniable spark of lust.
For my part, I took the other end of the damp towel, and began to
reciprocate her caress. I began at her nipples, applying light pressure to
each, then pulling them slightly from within the terrycloth. Soon her nipples
began to lengthen and harden. I then began to cup and massage each of her
breast. First one, then the other.
She kissed me again. More tenderly than passionately, slower and
softer, My hands moved from beneath the towel to encircle her waist,
then up, tracing each rib, cupping her lovely breasts, sliding one hand to her
shoulder, then to the towel that covered her hair. With the other hand, I drew
her close to me, pulling her on top of me.
She smiled as she brought herself against me, my cock pressed against
the wet folds of a woman for the first time. "Is this your first time?" she
whispered. I could only nod. "Alright. I'll try to make this special..." her
voice trailed off to nothing then, as our hands continued to explore our
bodies. I pressed her tightly to me, stroking her back and thighs, but I found
that I could not bring myself to make the thrust that would begin lovemaking in
earnest. So I contented myself with kissing her perfect lips and feeling my
dick rub against her.
Penetration came as something of a surprise, I think. She was moaning
as I fingered her, while she was playfully pinching one of my nipples.
Suddenly, she sat up and guided me into her, all in one fluid motion. Her face
is what I remember most clearly - her glowing, pale skin, surrounded by short
ringlets of damp, black hair, mouth open wide, while her smiling eyes spoke the
joy and the passion of the action.
We fucked slowly, the first time. I was more than willing to let her
control my experience (after all, she had probably done this before.) So I let
her guide me, teach me. Occasionally, she would moan some instruction to me, or
sometimes guide me with her hands. She spent most of her time on top, and liked
me to stimulate her manually, while she fondled my body (actually, liking to
fondle was definitely a mutual activity).
I really don't know how long we made love. It seemed at the time like
it was forever. I think she got off first - it's hard to be sure. There was a
great deal of moaning, and grunting. Occasionally, she would tickle me, or I
her, causing a brief peal of laughter.
Sometimes she would whisper something in my ear. I never really
understood what she said, then, being too caught up in the fact that *I* was
making love with a desirable female, and, despite my friends' predictions, it
didn't involve the exchange of money.
After a time, perhaps it was forever, I felt the surge of something not
far from pain fill myself. I began to come. She must've felt it, too, but
merely continued to meet my quickening thrusts. I felt wave after wave of
pleasure sweep through me, running from the top of my spine through to the end
of my penis, as spurt after spurt of my semen squirted into her hot, tight, wet
pussy. Yet even after I finished, I continued to thrust, slowing the pace,
rather than coming to an abrupt stop. I thought it would be better that way.
"I have to go... my parents'll be back any minute. Here: you keep
these. Think of them as a momento of your first time." She handed me
her white cotton panties as she climbed down from my loft (She wore Calvin
Klein brand). I watched as she pulled on her Levi's and ink-stained sweatshirt.
She climbed back up momentarily to kiss me, then darted out the door.
As it turned out, she left just in time. She later told me that her
parents arrived back less than five minutes after she was out my door.
For my part, I simply climbed out of my loft, went to the stereo, put
in my "Three Tenors" CD, and returned to bed, to bask in the afterglow of my
first sexual experience, as Luciano Pavarotti sang "Nessun Dorma" on infinite
repeat...
Chapter 3: The Aftermath
Alan came down to my room a few minutes later. Fortunately, Amanda had
locked it on the way out. I don't think I could've stood to be around him,
since I knew that I'd tell him what had happened, and if I did, I'd never get
to see Amanda again. So I just ignored his pounding, and fell asleep.
When I woke up, the first thing I saw was that the pile of junk stacked
near the closet on the far side of the room had grown, the hallmark of Ed's
return. I sat up, and noticed that I had been sleeping with Amanda's panties
clutched in my left hand, up against my face. I noticed Ed, too, under my loft,
who had apparently taken the liberty of turning off my stereo and plugging in
my computer. He was playing Doom, of course.
"Ed!", I said, in our traditional greeting. "Sam!" came the
near-liturgical response. "Good Break?" "It was OK, I think. Coulda
been better, I suppose... the first day back was the best part,
really."
"Uhhhm... yeah. I generally find that getting back to school... and
the net feed... is the best thing... however, your, uhhhm, computer wasn't even
plugged in... it took me a couple of minutes to figure... out that you had the
power cord laying in your box of bathroom stuff..."
"Ed, this is better than that!" "Oh? Really? Uhmm... the only thing
better than computers is sex. You know... oh. Wait. You don't. Scratch
that..."
(Ed really should be excused. He's a CS major, and they just don't know
any better...)
"Well, Ed, I beg to differ. Remember Amanda?", I said, idly gesturing
with the wadded-up panties in my hand.
"Alan's sister? Of course. Why? Did your hand have a uhhm... close
encounter of the masturbatory kind while you...uhhm thought about her naked
writhing body or something?"
I began to unwad the panties. "Nope! Ed, I HAD Amanda's naked body
writhing beneath me yesterday!" I smiled. He laughed. I held up the panties. He
stopped laughing.
"That looks...kinda like a pair of panties...Are those Calvin Klein
French Cut Panties?"
"These're AMANDA's Calvin Klein French Cut Panties!" "Oh. Cool!
Congratulations!" Ed reached up and shook my hand. "So, like,
uhhm...how'd you manage to get 'em?"
"Well, after we were done fucking, she sorta gave 'em to me, 'cuz she
didn't wanna put 'em back on, I suppose..."
"So you, like, got some? COOL! How'd it go? Was it good? Was she good?
Were you good? Do you maybe wanna share sometime?"
I proceeded to relate my experience of the previous day to him.
Occasionally Ed would interrupt with an editorial comment like, "Yeah. Chicks
like that," or something similar. However, for the most part, I did all the
talking.
After I finished, Ed continued his questioning, "So what're you gonna
do 'bout Alan and... uhhm seeing her again and stuff?"
"Well, right now, I'm not sure. I don't know her real address. I'm not
real sure where Alan is from, and he may be suspicious already. I guess I'm
just gonna have to wait and see what Amanda does... I mean, I know you're not
gonna tell Alan what we did, and *I'M* sure as hell not gonna tell him, so all
we really need to do is wait to see what happens."
"Well, I guess, that...uhhm... that's about all you can do, then, isn't
it?"
"Yup" I used a broken wire hanger and some string to make the sacred
panties into a "kinetic sculpture" (that's a fancy expression meaning
"mobile"), which I hung over my bed. Ed got a few days' worth of jokes out of
that, until I asked him when the last time HE'd had sex was. That shut him up
pretty quickly since Ed and I both spent a great deal of time hanging
around with Alan, we both spent a great deal of time prodding him with inquires
about his younger sibling.
"My sister is a pest. And you guys are sick fucks. Both of you. Now,
shut up. And give me floppy disks." - it became Alan's mantra.
Working on Alan obviously didn't hold much promise. However, about two
weeks later, after classes began again, I got a letter. From Amanda. With
lipstick over my name on the envelope. Elation is a good word to describe my
feelings. So is erection.
Dear Sam,
I hope you loved what we did as much as I do. It took me
forever to find Alan's address, but I did! I just had to tell you, I
figured out how I can come back and see you and Ed again! One of my
friends, Rachel, is coming down to see her boyfriend next weekend. And
ever other weekend! She said she'll let me come along, as long as I
help pay for gas! Isn't it great? Now I can come for visits every
weekend! Be ready
Kisses (and other things),
Amanda
The whole thing smelled like it had been spritzed with the inside of a
Cosmopolitan. I'm still not sure what kind of perfume it is, but until I
associated it with her, I couldn't stand it...
It's fairly safe to say that the promise an entire weekend with Amanda
dominated my thoughts for the remainder of the week. Not even a thought of how
to keep Alan from finding out, but lots of thoughts about Amanda. Sex'll do
that to a guy.
Chapter 4: Birds Do It, Bees Do It...
Amanda was dropped off sometime Friday afternoon. I couldn't be there
for her reception, since I had an attendence-required class. I guess Ed must've
taken her up to our room.
When I got back from class, I found Ed in his usual spot: sitting in
front of my computer, playing Doom. Amanda was on my loft, leaning down to see
Ed and my monitor, her hair, somewhat ridiculously, hanging straight down over
her face. They were making small-talk as I walked in.
"....so, um, like... can I watch..." was the first thing I heard.
Typical Ed stuff.
"Sure!", She said with a smile in her voice. "Hi there!", she said,
upon noticing my return over the deafening booms and roars of Ed's computer
game. She gracefully hopped off the top of my loft and bounded over to me. I
closed the door as her enthusiastic kiss of greeting smashed me up against it
(not an entirely unpleasant situation, mind you...). I scooped her up and
carried her over to Ed's bed, where I dropped her.
"Brute", she pouted, and made a face, "I guess that, since you don't
want me anymore, I'll just have to give myself to Ed..."
"OK!" came Ed's enthusiastic assent. "Ed, take me NOW!!!" She did her
best lust-crazed porno-starlet voice. It was very convincing. She
must've had lots of practice.
Ed started to get up. I was impressed. Not even the threat of Nuclear
Holocaust can normally drag Ed from my computer. On the other hand, as Ed put
it "the only thing better than computers is sex...", and seeing a nubile young
brunette in a short, loose skirt and equally loose top was probably doing just
as much for him as it was for me.
"Now wait JUST a second..." I said, moving between Ed and his supposed
quarry, "You weren't seriously planning on letting Ed watch, were you?"
"Don' try to be a Neanderthal. It doesn't suit you, lovie......if you
don't, Ed'll have to sleep someplace else. my brother would wonder about
that..."
Good logic. Hard to argue with. Not that I was exactly comfortable with
the idea. "I see your point. Now, what're gonna do about food. And
bathroom-time?"
Ed interjected: "Well, I guess we COULD send her...uhhm... down the
stairs, and over to one of the girls' dorms...but Alan would think it....odd if
we didn't eat with him at least a couple times this weekend...and there's
always the problem of sneaking her back IN."
"Don't you guys have money? Can't we just order food?" "NO" our reply
was in unison.
Clearly, there wasn't a lot of planning in this venture. "Well, I
guess I'll just have to live on come!" She smiled. My heart and my
pants leapt. "And we can cross the bathroom problem when we come to it."
With that, she hit me with a pillow. Playing along, I fell onto the bed
and commenced tickling her. Her assault quickly broke into peals of laughter as
my fingers found the places she was most sensitive: her tummy, her feet, her
underarm. Soon, my attack left her panting. "Stop before I wet my pants!"
We spent the next few hours talking, something Amanda and I had never
really done. It was the usual small-talk, at first. Amanda was a good student,
and on her school's gymnastics and swimming teams. She was turning fifteen in a
month. She liked to read, especially Anne Rice novels. She played clarinet, and
was also in her high school's band. Her favorite color was purple. She really
liked the movie "Speed". As she put it, "Keanu Reeves has a nice ass."
For my part, she didn't seem to object to my choice of music (Classical
and Opera), saying that "I've never really listened to it before", or my
absensce of religion, which is something I had expected to bother her, or even
the stacks of Playboys that can be found in numerous places in my room. I guess
I could say that I was surprised that, after speaking to me for awhile, she
still wanted to be with me.
After a time, the topic of discussion turned to sex. My contribution to
the dialogue could be adequately summed up by saying "You're it.",
while Ed merely related his experiences to both of us. Amanda's portion of the
conversation was by far the most interesting, and she did the vast majority of
the talking.
"It's a pretty safe bet then, that I've had twice as much sex as both
of you... I had my first time almost three years ago, I think. I was in
the sixth grade. The guy was an eighth-grader. We rode the bus together, and I
had a crush on him for almost a year by then. Anyway, about that time, I was
just starting to get (motioning downward) these, and I was rather proud of
them. After all, none of my friends had tits yet. Even some of the seventh and
eighth grade girls didn't have 'em that big.
So I knew what I had. And what I wanted: Him. It really didn't take me
very long to get him, either. I just sat by him on the bus a few times and
mashed my chest into his arm, really. I suppose he picked up on that right
away, because, less than a week after I started, he had invited my to his
house. That day, I told my mom that I was going over to a friend's house, which
made things easier. Anyway, to make a long story short, we spent a couple hours
touching each other. I remember that Tod - that was his name, Tod, squeezed my
chest so hard he left bruises, and that he wasn't much interested in anything
besides my tits. Like, anyway, he didn't seem to be interested in actual
fucking, but when I put my mouth on his dick, he got REAL excited. It didn't
take me very long to make him come. At first I thought I had hurt him, with all
the noise he was making. Turns out, he had never had an orgasm before. I
thought that was funny. After all, I had been "touching myself" for, like,
YEARS by that time. Guess I just thought everybody was that, umm...precocious.
"Another funny thing about Tod: He never kissed me. I didn't think
about THAT, either, when we were going about our thing together. You'd
think that most people would get, like, a first kiss before a first
blowjob...not me." She laughed, while Ed and I just sat in silence.
"But, like I was saying, Tod never talked to me after that. He moved
away the next summer.
"My next fling was the summer of my seventh-year. With my best friend's
older brother. He might've been fourteen or fifteen - the same age I am now. I
remember, like, really well, he had got gotten completely crushed by the first
girl he'd ever tried to ask out. I was spending the night, so I was there... he
was just CRYING. I felt really bad for him. Really bad. So I went over sat next
to him on the couch. I put my hands on my knees in front of him, stuck out my
chest, and said "Well, I'LL be your girlfriend." He, like, told me that I was
really sweet and stuff for saying that, but that he kinda wanted somebody his
own age. But, uhhm, later that night, he came down to the basement, where we
were, you know, sleeping, and woke me up. He asked me if I meant what I had
said, and if I knew what boyfriends and girlfriends do. I don't think he
expected me to say yes, but I did. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, and
I let him do it. We went upstairs together, and he took my cherry right on his
bed. It hurt like hell, and for a minute I thought I was gonna scream, but I
didn't. It turned out pretty good, for a first time, once I got used to the
feeling. It's something I can't explain - getting screwed, that is, it's a
fullness, I guess. Maybe you have to be a girl to get it.
"I went back to Scott every chance we had together, about twice a
month, until he got another girlfriend. Turns out, it was, like, the
same chick that'd turned him down the first time. But in the three or four
months we were, uhhm... doing it, we learned a lot from each other. I think I
was HIS first time, too, but he never said it. Scott, like, never kissed me,
either.At least, like, not like the kinds of kisses you should give somebody
when you're doin' what we were doin'. More like the kinds of kisses you give to
somebody you're related to. Just, like, quick pecks on the lips and cheeks,
never any tongue. No hickeys or anything.
"Well, I dunno if I should tell you guys this next part...it's like,
kinda weird. Oh well, you'll probably like this part better than the rest
anyway. OK, so like, my first kiss... this is weird... well, anyway...my best
friend, Scott's sister, her name's Melissa, but anyway, she like, figured out
what Scott and I were doing a couple weeks before we stopped, like, doing it.
So, she like, told me that, unless I did what she said, she'd like, tell Mom n'
Dad. So, anyway, that got me in line really quick. I mean, I just thought she
wanted me to do some of her homework or something. But she didn't.Nope. See,
most of the girls at school always thought Melissa was a little weird. Nothing
major, she was, like, still pretty popular and stuff, but she had turned down a
couple of HIGH SCHOOL guys that had asked her out.You guys can see where this
is heading, can't you? Yup. Melissa was gay.
"Or, at least, she thought she was. She told me that she wasn't real
sure. Men just didn't seem very interesting. ME...er *I* on the other
hand... *I* was very interesting. She was pretty reasonable in her demands, I
guess. All she wanted me to do was kiss her. Weird, huh? I mean a real kiss,
like a serious kiss. Well, we did it. She asked me if I liked it. I told her I
wasn't sure. So we did it again. I still wasn't sure. I mean really, I was,
but like, doing it with a GIRL and liking it felt pretty funny. So I just said
I wasn't sure. Well, by the time I WAS sure, Melissa and I were rolling on the
floor, an' I was a good ten feet away from most of my clothes, with my hands
pushed up under her sweater and bra. Yeah, I was sure. I was sure I liked
it..."
"So you're bi, right?" I think I said it first. "Well, I kinda think
of myself as somebody that just likes sex, really. I mean, a tongue is
a tongue is a tongue, right? Besides, I'm not done yet."
Ed and I shifted uncomfortably in our seats. "Well, I've been doing
it with Melissa ever since. We've done it everywhere... from fingKimg
each other on the schoolbus to eating each other in the showers after PE. I
can't complain, except that I can't get her to try, you know, dick."
"I've done a couple other guys on the side. They've all been quiet,
older guys... I've probably been the first time for every guy I've ever
done. Maybe I'm just a slut." She brightened at the thought.
Then Ed asked if there was anything Amanda HADN'T done. "Well, I've
never had more than one person at a time. Never took a cock in my ass.
I've never, like fucked an animal. No whips and chains No spanking. No
pissing. No raping. No incest. And, I've like, never done anybody younger than
I am... oh, and I've never had anybody over 21."
"Well, I guess that covers just about everything, then, doesn't it. I
mean, it sounds like you've had a pretty decent course of normal sex.", I
said.
"I didn't say I wasn't willing to TRY those things. Whips and chains
might be fun. Group and anal, well, who knows... the night is still
young."
"YOU," I said, "are NYMPHO". "And we like it!" added Ed. "Good. So
like, where do you guys wanna start?"
Despite Ed's words, I really wasn't sure if I did like it. I was a
little perturbed that she wanted Ed involved, too. On the other hand (no pun
intended) having no other sexual outlets is a powerful persuading factor.
Besides, it could be fun.
Less than ten seconds later we were digging through the mess of
miscellaneous stuff that makes up Ed's half of our room. Books, clothes,
three-year old newspapers, toiletries, small electrical devices, Ed's razor ("I
thought I'd lost that YEARS ago!" he exclaimed), and probably the ancestral
homes of a few dozen different species of vermin make up what Ed calls his
"closet" and what everyone else calls a trash heap. The object of our search
was nowhere to be found - a number of garish ties that Ed affectionately refers
to as his "bondage devices".
After a few minutes of careful searching, Ed rediscovered the ties. Or,
to be more precise, a half-dozen masterpieces of tastelessness, each chosen,
apparently, on the basis of their colors clashing with everything in existance,
especially each other.
While Ed began to tie Amanda up, I decided to select some music
befitting our venture. I chuckled as I loaded "A Night on Bald Mountain" into
the CD changer. Orff's "Carmina Burana" was next. The changing tempos in
Holst's "The Planets" might make things very interesting, so that went in as
well. After that came a couple of CDs filled with slow, romantic music, like
Barber's "Adagio for Strings" and Satie's "Gymnopedies". Of course, the last CD
was "Three Tenors"...
Amanda was a very pleasing sight when Ed was finished. Since his bed
had no place to tie the "bondage devices", Ed merely tied her arms together
above her head around a pillow. Similarly, since there was no place Ed could
bind her legs, he had improvised by knotting several ties together and securing
her with the entire length. It wasn't much as bondage went, but then, it's not
the sort of thing most people prepare for on a daily basis, either...at any
rate, because her arms were tied over just so, her chest jutted out proudly,
while her legs were spread in invitation. She was smiling.
"Gee guys, three things off the checklist, all at ONCE! What more could
a girl ask for?!"
"How about another girl..." came Ed's reply. "Do you know any that'd
like, want to?" "Well, I don't, but Sam might. After all, he seems to
know a lot more people around here than I do..."
Chapter 4: Makin' Whoopee
As it turned out, I did know several girls I would just LOVE to see as
part of our little group. Unfortunately, they were all straight.
"Oh well. It can't hurt to ask..." was Amanda's reply after I told her.
I thought it might upset the mood of the moment if I explained what
"harassment" is, so I just let it go.
"Ya' know..." said Ed, "I really should've, umm... taken her clothes
off before I tied her up like that. Prob'ly would've helped out a
lot..."
"I was wondKimg about that..." "Can't you guys hurry up and DO
SOMETHING?!" "Alright. She's wearing a skirt. That's no problem. Easy
to work around. We'll just shove her panties off to one side."
"Why don't we...uhhm...just cut 'em off." "Those're pretty nice
clothes. Do you want to ruin her nice clothes?" "For God's sake, you
two! This is supposed to be BONDAGE, dammit! I'm supposed to be
helplessly under your total control, forced to submit to your every manly
desire, and you're worried about my CLOTHES?! Just cut the damn things off and
fuck me!" I think Amanda was a little upset.
Luckily, I had a pair of scissors. I'm not sure I could've survived
another search of Ed's side of the room. I handed them to Ed, while I tore off
her blouse. She seemed to like that. I spent the next few moments getting
reaquainted with Amanda's breasts - still covered by a lacy black bra - in the
normal ways: petting, caressing, licking, sucking...
To complete her bondage fantasy, we tied the remainder of her skirt
about her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. Not only that, but in what I
considered a marvelous touch, but I also shoved her damp panties (these were
Hanes for Women brand. French cut again. They were blue this time) into her
mouth to act as a gag. We could both tell that she was really getting into the
whole fantasy. She made these incredibly erotic little whimpers and moans.
Very arousing. Especially when she started struggling against her bindings.
Then came the moment of truth: could Ed and I do it? Ed went on without
hesitation, stripping off his pants and underwear, then his shirt. It took me a
bit longer to get naked, so Ed ended up getting his choice of positions.
I watched as Ed gently massaged her thighs, her shaven pussy. His
entrance into her was a quick, deft thrust, followed by a slow, rhythmic
pistoning of his hips. In the meantime, I moved to the head of the bed, to my
willing slut's mouth. I kissed her first, then took the "gag" from her mouth,
tossing it aside. She immediately began to moan, throatily, to lick her pouted
lips. I lowered my cock to her lips. Her response was instantaneous; I felt the
hot wetness of her questing tongue as my manhood came within it's reach. She
licked it entire length, probing every fold and crease between tip and base,
taking my balls into her mouth, one at a time, her lips taking every
opportunity to bring my shaft into the hot confines of her mouth.
I teased her for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of her
tongue's caress. Finally, in a brief moment of rapture, she sucked my manhood
in. She introduced me to a new pleasure just then, the blow job. At first I
was afraid to let her take in all of me. Then I remembered who I was dealing
with (she had probably started deep-throating cucumbers at age 10...), and
began to slowly move my hips as she took me in to the hilt. Soon, I was
literally fucking her mouth, just as Ed was pounding her cunt a foot or so
away.
It continued for hours that way. We switched positions dozens of times,
taking turns at her pussy, and her mouth (I even pushed her ample breasts
together and fucked THEM)...the variety of positions was damn near infinite.
There was never a time during the whole evening that at least one of us DIDN'T
have it up. I don't know how many times I came, or Ed, but multiorgasmic
doesn't even BEGIN to describe Amanda... There was never any speaking, during
the whole time. Just sex. And music. The only reason I can even possibly be
aware of the amount of time that passed is that the music emanating from my
stereo stopped before we finished.
However, eventually, our bodies betrayed us. Neither Ed nor I could
find the energy for another round with our nymphomaniac fuck toy. So we untied
her, and took off her "blindfold". Of course, the first thing she did, after
standing and stretching herself (a sight to behold, I might add), was move her
own hands to her pussy. She sat back down on Ed's bed, where we were both
sprawled, and settled in between us. We just sat together for a time.I might've
fallen asleep for a while, but I'm not really sure. It was still dark when
Amanda spoke.
"That was good...mmmm...very good...I think I need a shower now..." The
shower turned out not being much of a problem. Ed just made sure nobody
was coming, while I escorted her down to the bathroom. The place was pretty
much deserted, except for a short, blonde guy worshipping the porcelain goddess
at a stall on the far end of the room. He had had far too much to drink to even
lift his head up from the stall. I led her to our shower stall of love, and
stood guard while she cleaned herself. I suppose it was a rush job on her part,
but nerves and boredom made the wait an eternity.
She ran all the way back down to my room in the nude. I ran after her,
holding the towel she had dried herself with. Luckily, the hall was deserted.
When we got back to the room, we found Ed laying on the floor, asleep. That was
perfectly reasonable, since his bed was probably a total loss (I know, I was
sitting in part of the wet spot for quite some time. Amanda certainly did. I'll
bet even Ed was in part of it...I'll also bet the laundry service had a hell of
a time with those sheets.). I climbed up into my loft, and watched as Amanda
primped at my mirror - brushing her teeth, then brushing her hair. She looked
gorgeous, even then.
After she finished, she climbed up the loft and snuggled up next to me.
I pretended to be asleep, but she gave me a goodnight kiss anyway. I just
pondered the evening's events, replaying them over and over, until exhaustion
overcame me.
Chapter 5:Saturday Morning...Cartoons? (or: Sam Gets a Woman)
BANG! THuDthUDTHUD "Dammit! Open up you fuckos. I'm hungry. FOOD! Ed,
the Tick is on in half an hour. Why the hell aren't you up yet? And why is
your door locked? It's never locked! Dammit! Ed! Get up." POUNDPOUNDthud.
"And bring Sam's floppy disks!" Ah yes, Alan's Saturday morning ritual.
Going to bed after Ed and I, getting up early to pound on our door, to
herald the arrival of his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. As usual, I
ignored him. Also as usual, Ed didn't, sleepily getting up off the floor,
sloughing on a pair of pants and a T-shirt, and opening the door.
"Shhh," Ed whispered, "Sam got a woman, you dumbass. They're sleeping."
"Whoa! Lemme see! Did he let you watch? Why didn't anybody tell me? I
woulda, like, gotten food, or something."
Alan started to rush into the room, but Ed managed to narrowly avert
disaster by shoving him back out into the hall. He shut and locked the door
behind him.
As I was contemplating my need of a fresh pair of underwear, I heard
very distinctly, from the other end of the hallway, through two dozen walls,
the exclamations of Paul and Chris, two if the other people Alan watches
cartoons with...
"WHO? GOT A WHAT? WHEN?" was Paul's reaction, the louder of the two.
So loud, in fact, that I was extremely surprised that Amanda didn't wake up,
too.
The shouting didn't stop, but I ceased paying attention and went back
to sleep.
When I woke up the second time, I was pleasantly reminded of the fact
that a girl had shared my bed, as I found that my cock was back in her mouth.
She was looking up at me as she bobbed up and down on my throbbing erection
(actually, it was really throbbing. In fact, it kinda hurt. Overuse or
something...). It was a tremendous turn-on. I came less than a minute later.
"It looked like it needed attention, so I thought I'd surprise you",
she said, dreamily, "anyway, I'm starving. What're we, like, gonna do for
food?"
"I'll see if I can't find something." I climbed out of bed. Amanda
jumped down.
"What time is it, anyway?" "According to Ed's alarm clock, it's 12:22,
which means it's actually about 2:45 or so."
"Oh. Good. Now, where's my knapsack..." She found it laying at the top
of a particularly large pile of ERD (Ed Related Debris) on Ed's desk. After a
moment of digging about its contents, she came up with a suitable outfit for
the day - in this case, a incredibly short, tight cutoff jeans, and an equally
short red T-shirt, lifted by the slope of her chest to expose her slender
midriff.
"Try not to ruin this one. I'm going to have a hard time explaining
that, you know, skirt to Mom."
"What did you tell your parents, anyway? I'm not in trouble, am I?"
"Geez, quit worrying...I, like, told Mom and Dad that I was going to a
concert in Chicago with Melissa. Melissa really is at a concert this weekend,
and I'm sure that, like, her parents wouldn't think it's weird if I went
along."
"Oh, OK, I guess. Just one more thing...what do you use for birth
control? Should I have..."
POUNDPOunDThuD "Open the fucking door, Sammy! I wanna meet your new
babe!" It was Paul.
"Yeah. Me too. And I want your floppy disks, too" And Alan. "Sammy got
a woman? Alllrright Sam!" That was Dick, my residence counselor, who
must've just overheard the overloud topic of the day. I grimaced, considered
the origin of the term "shit oneself", and quickly took a seat at my computer,
just as I heard the click of Dickr's master key turning the lock of my door. I
was dead for sure, if by nothing else than sheer embarrassment.
"Saaaaammmmyyy! Where ya' hidin' the mystery chick?" Dickr kicked open
the door, with Alan and Paul right behind, throwing bits of torn tissue
(toilet?) paper and the fringes of pages torn from spiral-bound notebooks.
"Fuck off, Dick, she left, like, half an hour ago. You guys suck. Get
out. I wanna get dressed..."
"No way man, not until we have bestowed the gifts of manhood upon you."
Paul handed me a cigarette. "The first gift, sponsored by Steve, your
traditional post-coital smoke. Next," Paul handed me a box of Sheiks, "the
armor of the man of the nineties, sponsored by _moi_, and finally," Paul
smiled. Alan just kept throwing his confetti. "the centerpiece of our
celebration..."
"What is this shit? The Three Kings of the fucking Orient bearing gifts
from the far side of the hallway? Get the fuck out." I smiled. It was actually
a rather impressive display of sarcasm.
"Nope. Better, Stud-Man, we got you an ENTIRE BOOK of sexual
positions!"
"The New Joy of Sex", I read. Wow. "I found it sitting on top of my
roommate's TV", said Alan. "Tell you what Sammy...I know it's against
dorm rules and everything, but I'm even gonna let you light that up if
want."
"Eat a dick, Dick." "Well, if that's the way you feel about it, fine...
I guess I'll just hafta get something better for ya... be right back."
"So who was she? Do I know her? Will she let me do her, too?" Alan was
still throwing that damned confetti...
"Her name is Kim. You don't know her. I doubt it." "How was it, man?"
"It fuckin' RULED!" "Sounds about right." Dick came back in. He handed
me a little booklet. "Here ya' go. Best I can do."
"Gee Dick, thanks...a $25 booklet of gift certificates for the dorm
food services. Wow." (obviously, this is sarcasm...)
"Well, ya' know, you CAN use those at the grills. Don't you eat there a
lot?"
"Alright. Cool, Dick. You can leave anytime now." "I want full details
later!" "Why, are you gettin' bored of the same old deviant sex
fantasies?" I ushered the group out the door, and locked it behind
them. Where the hell was Amanda? As it happened, both she and her
knapsack were close enough to my closet for her to shut herself in. She was
sitting in the farthest corner, and had built a wall using the empty boxes
that are the primary contents of my closet.
"Are they always like that? I thought I was in deep shit there for a
minute." "Nope. Normally, they're MUCH worse. I mean, Alan was even
KNOCKING today...I guess that it's all out of a new-found respect and
admiration of their dorm-brother and fellow student, who has recently awed them
by the loss of his virtue, by the proving of his stud-hood..."
She laughed. I was reminded of the first time I met her, barely a month
before. Music playing and birds singing, all over again. It was cool. "Well,
like I was saying, before I was so RUDELY interrupted..."
"Oh. That's like, not even a big deal. I've been on the pill for, I
dunno, about two 'r three years. Ever since I figured out how to get 'em."
"And how, exactly, is that?" "Well, I didn't think I could just go
someplace and, like get a prescription, so I blew the pharmacist at the
local Walgreen's."
"You're an incorrigible slut. You know that, don't you?" "Well, yeah,
but like, liking sex isn't against the law, ya' know." "It is until you
turn eighteen." "Oh yeah. I forgot." More smiles. More giggles. I think
she might've even blushed.
We spent most of the rest of the day on my bed, just talking. Every now
and then we would kiss or grope each other, but mostly we just talked. We
talked about sports. She likes them, I don't (although I could probably be
interested in a girl's gymnastics or swimming meet...). We talked about books.
There we had common interests, and spent quite bit of time discussing the
relative merits of favored authors. When the topic turned to music, I was
thrilled to find that she liked what she had heard, or could remember hearing,
from the night before. My reaction was, of course, to play more music, to
introduce her to Puccini and Chopin, to Tchaikovsky and Debussey...
She made a face as the opening notes of "Che gelida manina", (the great
romantic tenor aria from "La Boheme") flowed into the room. Then I clasped her
hand, and began to translate...
By the time we were through to "O soave fanciulla", we were rolling on
the floor. She was literally quaking every time the tenor reached a high note.
I suppose it's also fitting to mention that, when I finally climaxed,
the sun was just starting to set, and my stereo was just beginning to play the
first mournful notes of "E lucevan le stelle". Beautiful. Amanda, the music,
the world outside the room she couldn't leave...it was all beautiful.
As the music played on, she rolled over onto her back, propped her head
up on a convienent pillow, and sighed.
E lucevan le stelle... "I want you to be special", she said, gazing
out my window. e olezzava la terra... "Isn't the fact that you came
here enough?" stridea Puscio del'orto... "No...I mean,
special...something I'm never going to forget." e un passo sfiorava la
rena. "I'll never forget..." Entrava ella, fragrante, "Look...I've
never been emotional with a man before. I'm almost sorry that you
couldn't be my first, but I can't exactly take that back, can I? I don't have
too many firsts left..."
mi cadea fra le braccia. I began to massage her back. "What would you
have me do? I'll do it." O! dolci baci, o languide carrezze, She kissed
me. Tenderly. On the cheek. mentr'io fremente "Say it. Please." la
belle forme disciogliea dai veli! "I've never had a man...back
there..." She wiggled her hips slightly. Svani per sempre il sogno mio
d'amore... My hands traced downward, massaging her ribs, her
buttocks. L'ora e fuggita "There's some lubricant in my bag...get it.
Please." e muoio disperato! I spread the vaseline over her slowly,
pausing a few times to take in her beauty... E non ho amato mai tanto
la vita! And entered her, slowly easing my cock into her. She began to
whimper as soon as I entered her back passage, and I almost stopped, in the
fear that I was causing her pain. When she turned her head toward me, I could
see tears welling up in her eyes. Yet she shook her head and smiled, weakly. I
chose to continue. Soon, she began to meet my thrusts with those of her own.
Her whimpers became the soft moans I was accustomed to. I watched the sun go
down from behind her back...
Chapter 6:So Long, Farewell, Aufweidersehen, G'bye...
She wore us out again that night. There isn't too much to say about it.
She just wore us out with the same boundless enthusiasm for sex she'd had all
weekend. We pleasured each other until the wee hours (again managing to reduce
Ed's mattress to one large wet spot), then escorted her to the showers. Ed got
to stand watch that time, so I went back and fell asleep.
The next thing I remember is her hot breath on my mouth. I don't know
when, but when I woke up, at around noon, she was gone. Characteristically, Ed
was still asleep. He wouldn't be of any help... so I climbed down out of my
loft to see about cleaning some of the debris from our night of sexplay.
I noticed that my computer monitor was on. She had typed out a note on
my PC.
"Sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I think I tired you two out
enough last night. I have to go meet my ride now. Don't worry I'll be
fine. I left you a present. Hugs, kisses and blowjobs.
Bye,
Amanda.
P.S. you didn't ask but you were great and so was Ed. But I want a girl next
time too. See you in a couple weeks I really have togo"
I found her present laying on my desk. It consisted of the two pairs of
panties she had worn, and the bra we had cut off her during her Friday night
bondage game. I added the panties to my kinetic sculpture and strung the bra
across the inside of my closet door. I also began to wonder if Amanda gave
everyone she screwed a pair of musky panties. If she did, she must not wear
panties very often. It was an appealing thought.
I suppose I walked around with a smile plastered to my face more or
less constantly for the next week. Of course it was sort of difficult to be
serious when, every time I saw Paul or Alan, I got a spontaneous round of
applause, and just about everyone on the floor stopped by my room to offer
congratulations. Whether the sentiment was genuine or sarcastic, I didn't
care. But it made it very hard to keep a straight face.
Amanda's attentions brought a certain amount of focus into my life.
Granted, it was a focus on Amanda, but a focus nonetheless. I was fixated on
the idea of finding a woman for my bisexual nymphet. Of course, I knew that
would be difficult, since I didn't know any bi chicks, and the lesbians I knew
were not into the idea of sexual experimentation when I asked them, both of
them, either...
So the search continued. My next thought was of the girls I had gone to
high school with. There were a dozen or so females I considered to be highly
attractive, but they had all already turned me down. A challenge!
I went to Kim first (remember: Kim was the name I told Alan when he
asked). Kim is a short, well-rounded blonde, with a sweet temperament. suppose
I thought of her first because I figured she'd have the hardest time saying
"no" to anyone. For any reason.
"No." She said, "I'm not that kind of a girl...I'm shocked! Really!"
Strike one. I could tell that this wasn't going to be easy. Although I
had planned to ask a few others, my next opportunity presented itself
(or herself, rather) in the form of Bobbi, an athletic looking brunette I had
long thought could be a model.
"Hi Bobbi! How's things?" "Well, they aren't so good..." "Oh really,
what's the matter?" "I think I'm pregnant" "Geez. That's not good. Do
your parents..." Strike two. At least I knew she liked men. The quest
continued for about a week. During the course of that time, I was
slapped no less than four times, was threatened with two lawsuits, and turned
down by five girls. Sigh.
I met Kelly a few days later. Kelly, the girl who had performed a
damn-near strip-tease before my senior-year Humanities class, all in the name
of "performance art". Kelly, a tall, long-legged sandy blonde, known far and
wide for her long, silken hair and large gray eyes. Kelly. Yes, Kelly...
"That sounds pretty hot. I've wanted to try girls for a couple years,
you know. But, I have to go home this weekend...laundry. Maybe next time,
'kay?"
"Really? Wow! You're sure?!" "I'll try it. But who's the other girl?
You said she's hot, but do I know her? I'd be SOOOO embarrassed..."
"It's no big deal. You have NO idea how many times I struck out before
I caught up with you. But, you don't know her. She's the sister of some guy on
my floor. I think you'd like her."
"Cool!" She smiled and nodded her head. "I'll be there. Just gimme a
call whenever."
Getting Kelly involved helped a lot. At least I had found SOMEBODY. On
the other hand, that didn't solve the more immediate need of the swiftly
approaching weekend.
The next three propositions resulted in still more slaps. I was
starting to like them.
Lori was my last hope. A straightlaced, uptight Catholic girl. Wore a
skirt just about every day. Wouldn't even say the word "sex", let alone do it.
Still, I didn't have many options when I approached her. Finding her turned out
to be the biggest problem. It took me three days to fish her class schedule out
of the computer network...
I met her outside her Spanish class, skipping my own Psych lecture. I
suppose it was a little desperate, but then, Lori was my last chance. I saw her
j ust as she was leaving the building.
"Lori! Hi! Long time no see!" I ran to catch up with her. "Hello Sam.
Nice to see you again." She was her normal self. Cold, formal. If you
put a bonnet on her, she'd look Amish.
"Where're you off to? Class?" "I'm going back to my room. I have a
paper to work on. How about you?" "Well, I'm headed in that direction,
too. Gotta get ready for my girlfriend. She's coming up Friday..."
"YOU have a GIRLfriend?! I don't believe it." "That's not very nice. Of
course, if you don't believe me, you could always stop by and meet her
for yourself...but if you do, you'd better pick a time when we're not making
love. She's damn near insatiable. I really can't wait!"
Lori began to quicken her pace. She pretended not to hear as I
continued.
"I think you know where I live. Be there at 7:00 if you want to meet
her!" I had to shout the last bit, as Lori was all but running to get
out of earshot. I knew I had her. Curiosity would bring her to my door, if
nothing else. Now I just had to convince her that snatch is just as good as the
dicks she'd no doubt sucked to preserve her holy virginity. I smiled. Taking
her cherry would be well worth the possibility of the serious trouble I was
just as likely to get into.
Chapter 7: It Keeps Going and Going and Going... (Or, Party in
my Pants)
I skipped classes Friday afternoon. Dammit, sex is just as much a part
of biology as the frog embryos my Bio class had been studying for the past
three weeks...
I watched as a gray chevy Nova stopped on the street outside my dorm.
She climbed out, clad in white leggings, her heavy coat unzipped to reveal an
overlong shirt with the legend "GUESS" in purple letters across her chest. As
she approached, I could very clearly see her lacy black bra and tiny bikini
panties through the thin material of her clothes. Yum.
"Hey beautiful," I said as she came in the door, "you look lovely as
ever."
She smiled. I loved it when she does that. "Sam! I wasn't expecting
you. Ed said you have class...must've skipped it, I guess."
"Your biology just happens to be the kind I'd rather study today...
Guess, huh? How about 34C? I think that's about right."
"You cheat. Besides, I'm still a growing girl. Speaking of girls, did
you..."
"I have a little something lined up. I'll need your help, though." The
elevator allowed us a moment to catch up on our affections. We kissed
passionately the whole way up. As we stepped out onto my floor, I shoved a
stocking cap onto her head. "Be quick. Alan skipped class today, and he might
see you if we aren't careful."
We managed to get halfway down the hall before I heard Alan's voice,
then Paul's.
"Sam! Is that your woman! Come back, Dammit!" "Go on", I whispered to
her, "Fuck off, you guys. If I wanted you all to meet her, don't you
think I'd introduce her or something. Get a fucking life or woman or hand or
whatever. I don't care."
"Uh oh. We're gonna hafta get Dick for this." "Yeah. We're gonna meet
Kim. And you can't stop us." They followed me back to my room. Fucking
lovely. I stood outside the door for 15 minutes, using enticements of
money, threats of physical violence and everything in between in my attempt to
force them into leaving. Eventually, they comprehended that, if they didn't
leave, I wasn't going to go in, and they'd never see the mysterious Kim. They
left.
After the pests were a safe distance down the hallway, I knocked. "Who
is it?", came my roommate's voice. "Fuck you Ed." "What's...uhhm...
the secret password?" "I need a woman, you fuckhead. Lemme in before I
call the cops, you fuckin' pervert!"
The door cracked open. I could see Ed's nose peeking out from behind
it. "No, she's mine. Find your own!"
I grabbed onto the protruding proboscis. "L-E-T-M-E-I-N. Now." "OK."
The door swung open, and closed as soon as I entered. "Boys, quit your
fighting. There's plenty for everybody." Amanda ran her hands down her
body as she said it, suggestively caressing her breasts.
"God it's great to see you again. I missed sex." That's Ed for you.
"Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Speechless there says we have
stay decent until the chick he got for me shows up. I guess he wants ME to
seduce her..."
"Well, she turned me down every time I asked her for myself...." "Oh.
How come you didn't tell ME about it? Dammit! I want sex!" "Hush, Ed.
According to my plan, you're gonna be down in Alan's room keeping him
busy when Lori shows up, anyway. In fact, I'M gonna be down there, too. At
least until we get a signal from you."
"What'll the signal be?" "I figured we could set my computer to dial
Alan's room. That'll let me know it's time to go down there, one way or
the other. Ed, you come back at around 11:00, regardless. Okay? Got it?"
"Sure." "No problem. But don't we have some time before she gets here?
Maybe just a quickie for Ed. I feel the pain of his frustration..."
"Well, I know your quickies, they take hours. Lori'll be here at 7:00,
and you'll probably need to be at least somewhat presentable..."
"How 'bout just a blowjob or four, then? Please? I'll be a good girl!"
"Go for it. No harm in that." I watched as Amanda unzipped Ed's fly
with her teeth, at the same time guiding him down into the chair
beneath my loft. She attacked his dick, deep-throating him. Watching is nearly
as exciting as taking part!
After a time, though, I took to the task at hand, and began to clean
the room - making beds, throwing as much of Ed's stuff as possible into his
closet, dusting, even vacuuming. The room had to look decent, since the woman I
had found for Amanda was probably the biggest prude I had ever met.
After a time, Ed began to moan with pleasure (and it only took Amanda
two hours...). Amanda stood up, licked the last of Ed's semen from her lips and
chin, and padded over to her bag. She proceeded cleanse her mouth with
mouthwash. Ed just pulled his pants back on and sighed.
Nobody talked for a few minutes. I cleaned. Ed sighed. Amanda gargled.
And lo, it was good.
Eventually, Ed got up and walked out the door, murmuring something
about golf-balls and garden hoses. Not long after, Amanda spit the blue liquid
into a handy empty Coke can. She came to me and kissed my neck. It tingled
slightly.
"Like it? It's like, the mouthwash. Cool, huh? Melissa and I use it."
"That stuff's great! Maybe you'll get to use it with Lori, too." "I
hope so. I wanna fuck all night long..." Her words were long and
languid, adding emphasis to her wish.
"Anyway...what did you tell your parents this time?" "Well, I just told
'em I was coming up to visit Alan. Said I wanted to see campus and
stuff. So I figure I'll like, go down and pretend I just got here sometime
tomorrow. Then I'll tell him I'm going to a party with some girls I know, and
he'll never say anything."
"Cool!" "Like, OK, you got your big worry out of the way. What about
mine?"
"Which? Bathroom? Food? Sex? Lori? What?" "Food, dummy. I practically
starved last time." "Oh. Well, I though we could eat at a grill
tonight. I've got all these gift-certificates..."
"Well, I sort of wanted something special..." "I'll see what I can do.
Do you want anything in particular?" "Surprise me." She licked her lips
suggestively "Are you sure I have to wait two more hours..."
We didn't make love, but she DID leave me with several highly visible
love-bites on my chest and neck ("Something to show my brother" she said).
Eventually, I was force to give up my enviable spot next to Amanda on
Ed's bed, and turn my attention to putting my plan into action. I set up our
"signal", bade Amanda good-bye, and slipped out the door.
I was teased to no end when I went into Alan's room, both for the
hickeys and for leaving "Kim" alone. I told them that she had returned to her
own dorm room, prompting Alan to search through the entire University Student
Database for girls named "Kim" that lived in the dorms. It didn't take him very
long to come up with the girl I had been thinking of when I had told Alan the
name to begin with.
Then I got teased some more. "I laugh at your pitiful attempts at
hiding your woman from us! Did you think that I would not find her? You
are stupid! Now I will find her at my leisure! HA!"
Imagine putting up with that for an hour or so. I did, and by the time
the phone rang, thoughts of homicide were merrily Jimcing through my head.
"That's funny. That was a data transmission. Somebody's a dumbass."
"Well, I think I'll leave. You guys are a bunch of losers."
I hurried down the hall as fast as I could. One way or another, Amanda
had taken care of Lori. I found myself hoping that my lover had failed. After
all, I had been rejected far too often. Maybe I was perversely hoping that my
lover's wiles would also prove inadequate.
I opened the door slowly, carefully. I was relieved to hear two voices
in conversation, rather than moaning or, worse still, screaming. When I walked
in, Amanda was lounging across Ed's bed, while Lori sat demurely, legs crossed,
hands folded in her lap, at the chair in front beneath my loft. She stood,
offKimg me her hand.
"Hello Lori. I see you've made acquaintance with Amanda." I kissed the
proffered hand.
"Yes, I have. Amanda seems to be a remarkable girl. A bit young, if you
don't mind me saying so, but still remarkable."
"Anything else?" "Well," Amanda interjected, "five minutes ago, I
convinced her that there's nothing wrong with liking girls..."
"Hush! Don't say that..." "I think that you can see that her attitude
has, like changed since you showed up. Maybe you should go away."
I grinned. There was no way I was leaving now, and I told them as
much.
"Lori, listen, he's remarkable. Sex is good, it's not something to be
ashamed of. It's great, and I really think you'd like it. It's a GREAT way to
like, relieve stress, too."
Lori's face began to flush. "Look, I can tell you really need it. A
back rub - something. You're just way too uptight, that's all."
"A back rub. There's nothing wrong with back rubs. Except that I really
don't want you to touch me."
"Then why are you still here? Sam could make you really happy. He makes
ME really happy..."
"I want you to see how , how, um, sinful you are... I think you're both
wicked, and I want you to know that your sins will be punished someday."
"Bullshit. That's not why you're still here. You tried that shit on me
four years ago, and it didn't work then. It doesn't work now, either."
"At least Amanda..." "You're sinking in it now, Lori. Admit it, you're
here because you're jealous. You can't stand the fact that somebody is
living a life free of guilt. You'd love to know all about what is we do,
wouldn't you? But what we do is sin, so all you know about it is that it's bad,
right? Well it's not. It's great. It took me nineteen years to find out, and a
fourteen..."
"Fifteen." "...fifteen-year-old to show me. I think you might like it,
too. Why don't you just wait. Maybe you'll learn for yourself
someday.." I was yelling. Lori just stood there, transfixed, not speaking.
There was a long, stony silence. No one moved. Lori's lower lip trembled. She
really looked like she might explode.
Maybe five minutes passed. Maybe ten. We just stared at each other.
Finally, she started to whisper, her voice trembling "Maybe you're
right. I always thought you were just being nasty when you said all
those things, but maybe you're right. I think - I don't think, that two people
that love each each should be punished. Maybe s-e-x is a good thing. I don't
know, it's never been something I wanted to think about. It's just dirty. And
bad. It's always been bad. I don't know about good...I'm a little confused."
Tears started to well up in her eyes. Then she buried her head in her hands.
Amanda handed her a tissue. "Don't, Lori. I know what you're going
through. It happens to everybody at some point; they find out something that
they like, really like to do is wrong or bad. I dunno, maybe not. People say
that sex is a bad thing, but people say that drinking and smoking are bad, too.
I'll bet you've had a few at least once in your life."
"Well, yes," the head nodded, "drinking a couple of Zimas isn't the
SAME as sex, though... it's dirtier."
Amanda moved behind Lori and began to gently knead her shoulders. "But
isn't drinking wrong too? Yes. It is... and I'll bet somebody like, had
to argue with you for DAYS to get you to take that first Zima. Same thing with
sex. It, um, gets easier every time you do it, and even gettin' you to think
about it is a big fight."
"Mmmm. That's nice..." "Well, I'm gonna make you an offer. I'm going to
whisper it. He doesn't even need to hear it." Amanda bent slightly and
began a quiet conversation with Lori, interspersed with occasional gasps and
mewls.
After a moment Amanda stood up and smiled. "Alright. Get out." "Why?
This is my room, isn't it?" This started a brief new flurry of
whispers. "OK, you can stay. But Lori wants you up there," pointing to
my loft, "and no talking. Or anything. Just sit and watch. Got it?"
"No problem." Amanda gave me a peck on the cheek as I walked past her.
After I was safely "in position", Lori stood up and moved over to Ed's
bed. I watched as she carefully removed and neatly folded her modest gray
blouse. She was wearing a lacy, black teddy underneath, not at all what I had
anticipated. She smiled weakly at Amanda, and slowly sat down, then reclined,
on the other bed, still clothed in her long, conservative dress, shoes and
stockings. From beneath my loft came the gently sensuous strains of Mahler's
Fifth, followed by Amanda, who, I noted, was still clothed.
"Are you sure this is just a backrub? Nothing else?" "It's nothing that
you don't want it to be. I just want you to, um, feel something like, a
little, um, arousing, I guess. You've just been ignoring that part of yourself
for a little too long..." She let her voice trail off to nothingness.
She began by running her hands through Lori's long, golden length of
hair, dividing it so that it pooled around her head, rather than cover her
shoulders and back. Then she got on the bed, kneeling over her subject. She
started at the neck, sometimes rubbing, sometimes kneading, sometimes lightly
chopping. Gradually, she moved lower, to the hollow between neck and shoulder,
then to to shoulder. A mew of delight escaped Lori's lips. The upper back was
next. I was entranced by each movement, watching the gentle curves of her
scapulae shift beneath her tanned flesh.
"I need to pull this down if you want me to do anymore." Lori said
nothing, and offered no resistance to Amanda when she took action.
Amanda continued, sensuously molding my schoolmate's back. Eventually, she
reached the impeding top of Lori's dress. Rather than asking if she could
continue downward, she turned around on her knees and raised Lori's leg
slightly, pulling off her shoe, then gently pushing down her silk stocking.
She began with Lori's toes, each in succession, and up her foot, to her
ankle, then calf.
"Your legs are lovely. Long and smooth, gorgeous. I wish mine were like
this...why do you even wear those stockings?"
"Thank you," she mumbled, "but I think I've had enough...no, maybe just
a little more..."
"How about something a little different. There's always this..." She
reached down into her knapsack. After a moment, presented the object of
her search.
Lori propped herself up, and turned to see Amanda. "What're you doing?
What IS that thing?"
"Just relax...it's a massager." Amanda looked up at me and winked. A
vaugely high-pitched whirring noise filled the room, an interesting
counterpoint to the Brahms symphony emanating from the stereo. She ran the
5-inch long cylinder along Lori's calf first.
"The dress?" "That's a vibrator, isn't it? I've never seen one..." "It
helps me to relax...the dress?" Lori raised her hips slightly, allowing
Amanda a chance to unzip and remove it. I was even more surprised to
see that the teddy Lori was wearing was both high-hipped and a thong, allowing
me to see the twin globes of perfection I had so often admired in a
nearly-natural form. Amanda continued to move the device up and down over the
backs of her legs - holding it flat to her thighs, even over er wonderful ass.
I was enthralled.
Lori was moaning softly until Amanda brought the vibrator to her inner
thigh. Then she began to moan loudly. I thought she might actually have an
orgasm the first time my lover passed the "massager" over her still-clothed
crotch. Suddenly, Lori sat up, bringing her arms up to modestly cover her naked
breasts. "No! I can't do this. It's not right..."
"Well, maybe I'm taking advantage of your confusion, but, um, maybe if
you just give it one little chance to do it's work..."
The silence crept back over the room. Finally Lori swung her legs over
the bed, and sat on the edge. "I'd better take this off..."
She lifted her pert little ass, and the few scraps of cloth that she
had been wearing formed a lacy black puddle at her feet. I saw her - all of her
- for the first time then. Her breasts were small, smaller than Amanda's, with
light pink areolas a little bigger than quarters, surrounding long, erect
nipples, longer than Amanda's at any rate, with a characteristic tan line
showing her skin in its natural tone. I saw the freckles above her girlish
bosom, that ran up to the base of her neck, and the small brown birthmark above
her naval. She had a light scar on her hip, and I could see now that her
neatly trimmed pubic hair was somewhat darker than that on top of her head. She
looked toward the window, but then up, and in seeing, remembered me, began to
move her hands to cover herself - but she stopped, then, arms akimbo, and spoke
to me.
"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" I just nodded. She sat
back down on the bed, spreading her legs widely. Amanda knelt down before her,
and began to caress inner thigh with her little helper. Soon the vibrator
began methodical passes over Lori's glistening crotch. Lori's own hands moved
down to guide it back over her pussy.
It was all too much for me: I had never, in all my wildest, wettest
dreams, thought I'd see. I was going nuts just watching them. That's when it
got worse...can't help myself!" With that, Amanda dove into her newfound lover's crotch, causing mewls
of pleasure, coupled with a look of utter shock on Lori's face. Lori, I
discovered, was a screamer, as she began grinding her hips against her the
delicate ministrations of her lover's tongue, running one hand through Amanda's
short hair, and using the other to pinch and roll a nipple. She had truly
abandoned herself to the pleasure of the moment. Amanda brought her to orgasm
very quickly then, and very loudly. The sounds of Lori being pleasured alone
were enough to bring me off.
Even after she came, Amanda rested her head on Lori's thigh, an
incredibly erotic sight, and Lori continued to idly run her hands, both hands
now, through her friend's hair. The buzzing of the forgotten vibrator
continued, unheeded.
Lori spoke, her voice husky with an edge of lust, "Did you like that
little show? I know I did. So you were right, I guess," then to her paramour,
"That was great...Now let me do you..."
Soon they were lying alongside one another on the bed, although Amanda
was still fully clothed. "So, what should I do first?"
"Maybe you could touch me. Touching is...important." Lori moved her
hand to her lover's cheek, then to her chin, cupping it and pulling it
to her own mouth. Their lips met, and locked in a playful kiss. The playfulness
melted away into passion as they moved into a tighter embrace. Slowly,
hesitantly, Lori brought her hands up to her companion's back, her legs
writhing beneath those of her lover, entangling. She began to push up Amanda's
loose T-shirt, exposing her back. They broke their embrace, and Amanda sat up,
pulling off the impeding garment.
"I...That's me...that's me I taste, isn't it?" "yyyyyeeessss..." They
returned to their enfolding tangle once more. I saw Lori cup Amanda's
ample breast, loosing it from the confines of her bra. She began to play with
the nipple, rolling it and squeezing it until it was as hard and straight as
Amanda's nipples can become, a tiny pink bead signifying ultimate arousal.
Amanda began to reciprocate, moving her mouth to the nearer of Lori's smaller
globes, then the farther, touching - stroking each lovingly. Lori managed to
remove her friend's bra deftly, with only a bit of fumbling at the clasps. Then
the tangle of bodies rolled over, so that inexperienced Lori was superior to
her seductress.
"Just lay back," she murmured, "I want to do this now..." Lori began
anew her exploration of my girlfriend's loveliness, using fingers, lips
and tongue to experience her, sucking each finger of Amanda's hand into her
mouth, kissing her wrist, licking the length of her arm. The mounds of Amanda's
breasts fascinated Lori, who spent several minutes learning the taste of each
crease and curve of that flesh...
She moved lower, holding her head up just high enough to lightly brush
the younger girl's abdomen with her hair. Amanda whimpered softly. Slowly, her
hands moved lower, drifting toward her center.
"Oh my...you're all wet...dripping..." "Do it, please. I need it,
NOW..." Lori didn't even bother to pull the leggings off - she tore
them instead, revealing the treasure of her lover's black silken
panties. Lori just pushed the flimsy barrier aside, bringing her face to her
lover's womanhood.
"You smell wonderful!" she exclaimed, then enthusiastically dove in
between her lover's legs. I could hear the wetness as Lori brought her tongue
up into Amanda's bald cunt, furiously licking, fingKimg, kissing...
"ooooOOOHHHhhhh...that's good...no, lower...not my clit...not like
that...yyyeeeEEssSss...very...mmmmm...good..." I watched Lori's head
vigorously bob up and down over Amanda's pussy, as the instructions
Amanda gave were gradually reduced to incoherent monosyllables. She came once,
then twice... soon I couldn't even tell when one orgasm had subsided. It was
just a constantly building moan.
POUNDthudPOUNDPOUND "Hey, stud-boy...put a sock in her mouth! The guy
next door is complaining!"
At least Dick had the decency to NOT walk in. But he killed the mood.
For me. The girls didn't even notice. THEIR loveplay lasted at least
another ten minutes.
Chapter 8: Only the Lonely...(or not)
The silence of afterglow was not the same silence that had filled the
room when we had been arguing. This was a warm silence, filled with music,
occasional murmurs of approval from the two women, and the slight noise of
their caress of each other's naked skin. This was a good silence.
The silence was broken only after a long stretch of oblivious
nothingness. Lori was the first to speak, raising her head up from her lover's
lap and saying: "My jaw hurts." She smiled. I smiled. Amanda laughed, then hit
her friend with a nearby pillow.
"Get used to it... that's a real talent you've got! And wait'll you try
cock! It's great, too!"
Lori took a pillow of her own and responded in kind, swatting Alan's
sister with it, right across her face. Soon the pillow fight began in earnest,
resulting in an even livelier mass of naked women than their lovemaking had
produced.
"Stop! STOP! You're gonna get me all hot again!" When the pillows
stopped moving, I could clearly see that Lori had well-adjusted to the
thought of loving women, for three fingers of her left hand were clearly
inserted into Amanda's snatch. She made no attempt to remove them.
"Why bother with guys? I like what we've been doing just fine. Let's do
it again!" Lori brought her lips to Amanda's, but she was pushed away.
"Why bother? Come ON! Sam was so patient up there. Didn't so much as
move... don't you think you owe him something, we owe him something?"
"He got something. He got to watch me degrade myself, and I'll bet he
loved every second. He can just jack off to his memories. In the meantime..."
"Nope...I'm cutting you off until you at least apologize to him. I
don't know how long you two have been feuding, but I think it has to stop."
"You know, you're a really cruel little girl...ooo...I'm REALLY going
to hate myself for doing this...
"Alright," She looked up at me, "I'm sorry I said that. I guess I
should have been a little more open-minded. Maybe we could've gotten along
better if I had just listened a little more. And maybe there's nothing wrong
with queers..." A devilish look overcame her face, it was all too obvious what
she was thinking about. She extended a hand. "Friends?"
I kissed it. "I'll settle for friends. For now." "That's better. I'm
glad you two can get along. Now, I want you to KISS and make up."
"My favorite kind of apology!" I exclaimed, bounding down from my loft
before Lori had time to react. I swept her up into my arms and kissed her
passionately. She put up the cursory struggle she knew I expected, then settled
into the kiss, lightly darting her tongue into my mouth. She definitely did
taste like Amanda!
Lori broke the kiss, sarcastically gasping for air. "What now?" "The
Bed." was my basso profundo response. Lori and I didn't remain friends
very long. At least not "just" friends. However, the bed was also not
a particularly high priority and Lori, I found, was not a particular
burden. Sort of a pleasant weight, actually.Rather like having a naked woman
attempting to wrap herself around you, which is exactly what Lori was doing.
The position she eventually settled into had me responsible for much of the
support, with her legs wrapped about my waist, her arms tight about my neck,
and my own hands forming a sort of seat for her. We remained in a liplock just
like that for several minutes.
Eventually, though, my arms did begin to wear out. I tottered over to
Ed's bed, swaying slightly with my unusual load of naked former schoolchum. I
dropped her deliberately into the wet spot.
"HEY...that wasn't very nice!" "The BED." I repeated, unbuckling my
belt. "Here, let me do that." She began to fumble with my zipper. I
could tell she was somewhat nervous now. Her hands shook as she
attempted to pull it down. Amanda laughed, softly.
"Here, let ME do that. I know what you're going through. I was thesame
way MY first time, like nervous and all." Amanda had my pants off in a single,
deft motion.
"Now, now, I want to see ALL of you. Shirt too." "It goes when that
G-string does." "Well...okay." Amanda managed to turn the removal of
her barely-there panties into a erotic event that would do a stripper
proud, exhibiting her well-formed derriere framed for inspection, grinding her
hips, bending, turning, flashing and fingKimg herself, finally laying down and
sliding them up her long legs, presenting us with a wonderful view of her
shaven pussy in the process. When she was done she stood up and flicked the
panties at me like a rubber band. "Top THAT!"
"Get real." My own show was no doubt far less spectacular, though Lori
seemed just as intrigued, especially once my underwear was off. My dick
glistened from the last load of spunk I had shot off, and stood proudly at full
erection.
Amanda came up behind me and grabbed my manhood, slowly rubbing it up
and down. "Hi, I'm Dick the Talking Tool. Some people call me a PENIS.Can YOU
say PENIS? Have YOU ever seen a PENIS before?"
Lori seemed to think that this was enormously funny. After a moment,
she gained enough composure to speak. "Yes, I can say PENIS.
And no, I've never seen one..." She was giggling throughout, and broke into a
second round of laughter as soon as she finished.
Now that the mood was seriously ruined, I decided to sit down on the
bed, rather than making my entry into Lori the dramatic affair I had hoped
for.
"Seriously. This is it, Lori. It's not gross or anything, kinda like a
finger, only a little more sensitive. Why don't ya' touch it? Go on. Do it."
"No way. That thing looks weird..." "Lemme get this straight: you were
more than willing to put your TONGUE in my CUNT, but you're having a
hard time with THIS?"
"Well, your...um, uh, cunt isn't all hairy and purple. And the end of
your clitoris doesn't look like a mutant plum..."
I just shook my head as Amanda gave Lori and anatomy lesson.
Occasionally, Amanda would ask me to turn _just_so_ for emphasis. If it wasn't
for all the handling (and sometimes mis-handling) of my poor tool,
I'm sure I would've gone soft pretty damn quickly.
But I didn't, and after only ten minutes of clinical description and
analysis, Lori was ready to try touching it on her own. Unfortunately for both
of them, I was feeling a bit uncooperative. "Why don't you two do each other?
Lori'd like that a whole bunch better..."
So they did. Rather, they didn't really DO each other, Lori just spent
a few moment tonguing Amanda's right nipple. Under those conditions, my arousal
returned quickly, as I indicated by lightly petting Lori's ass...
Soon I was stretched out languidly across the bed. Amanda was on my
right, flat against the wall, using my shoulder for her pillow. Lori stood over
me, warily eyeing my pride and joy.
There weren't many preliminaries this time, she just started by slowly
massaging my cock, experimenting with her hand position, as per my, or most
often Amanda's, whispered instructions. Slowly she gained confidence, now and
the using both hands, sometimes cupping my balls or twirling her finger in my
pubic hair. After a while, I even began to to signify approval in the form of a
moan or grunt. This encouraged her greatly. She began to speed up, her gentle
massage becoming an awful pull.
Fortunately, Amanda interrupted the motion before it became a real
problem. "Be careful. That thing's attached, you know...try something else
now."
Lori laid down on her stomach, between my legs. Most of her long hair
splayed out over her head and in front of her face. She had decided to continue
her sensual education with an oral examination! She started by licking my
scrotum, then my length, then, daintily, she took the engorged head of my cock
into her mouth, lightly tracing the "seam" with her tongue.
"And remember, lover, don't use your te..." "OoooOOwWWW" "...eth..."
The sight of my former rival's golden hair pooled elegantly over my
midriff was still too much. She peered up at me, through the curtain of her
hair, her eyes expressing a heartfelt apology of the hurt. It was too much for
me. The combination of pain and the warm, sucking wetness of her mouth took me
over the brink. I came directly into her mouth, without any warning. Lori was
very surprised, I think, but kept sucking nonetheless, until my seed began to
spill from her mouth and back down my rod.
She didn't spit it out. That surprised me. She just sat up. I could see
that some of her own hair had become sticky with my come. I watched her
swallow, then smile. She licked her lips and wiped her chin with her hands as
Amanda doubled up, her own pink tongue getting the semen that Lori could not
hold between her own lips.
"Well, how do I taste?" "That was it? There was so much... a quart?" "A
teaspoon, maybe." corrected Amanda. "Well, you taste good. Yummy even.
Maybe not as good as Amanda, but close. You should try yourself
sometime." We smiled at that. "Maybe you could try a low-salt variety,
though..."
"I hate to tell you this Lori, but I'm out of the action for a few
minutes, anyway...we guys hafta have at least a little break after we do that
sort of thing." I took it as a complement that Lori looked genuinely
disappointed.
"I can help you out there, I think." With that, Amanda began her own
oral attack on my less-than-turgid organ.
Lori, having been displaced by Amanda, chose to move forward,
straddling my chest. She brushed her hair back from over her face, revealing a
knowing half-smile and a lustful gleam in her eyes.
"Do you remember what I always used to say to you when you got me mad?"
"How could I forget?" "Well, this time, you CAN consider it an
invitation..." She folded her hands behind my head and pushed my face
into her wet, hairy pussy. She quivered slightly when I ran my hands
from her breasts down to her hips, while my tongue moved over her fleshy folds.
I alternated between licking her, catlike, using the entire surface of my
tongue and quick nips inside her, about her clit, and everywhere else I could
reach. I found that Lori tasted different, a little more salty than Amanda -
not that that was a bad thing, and that she, unlike our lover, seemed to prefer
a less direct approach: no dives for the clit with Lori! Lori was surprisingly
easy to bring to orgasm, climaxing less than a minute after I began my work. I
just kept licking, while she bucked her hips against my face.
I noticed that the stereo was playing the lento of Rimsky-Korsakov's
Scherezade...
Lori might very well have had an imprint of my ears on her thighs by
the time I felt ready to continue.
I brought Lori off again before I was ready continue her deflowerment.
I rolled over, allowing Lori to slip beneath me. She put one of Ed's pillows
beneath her ass before she settled in. Amanda considerately climbed over both
of us to fetch a couple of my towels from my closet.
"What're these for?", I asked. "Put them under her, like, in case she
bleeds a little." "Girls don't have hymens anymore. Didn't we evolve
out of those or something?"
"Some girls lose them while playing sports, but you never know..." I
noticed that Lori had stiffed considerably beneath me. She had closed
her eyes, and might've been hyperventilating.
"Is she OK?" "She nervous. You know, she's real religious. This is her
holy virginity we're dealing with, here..."
"Go on. Do it. I'm waiting...I want it, I think. NO! I DO want it."
That was what I needed to hear. I prepared myself to make the great
thrust that would bring an end to Lori's virginity, until Amanda spoke again,
whispered, really. "Gently, she'll let you know when you can do that." Rather,
I let her guide me in, to the threshold of my blonde goddess's womanhood. I
began my entry, and discovered...a maidenhead, what else?
"Lori, this is gonna hurt just a little bit. It'll go away quickly,
though. Sam, there's gonna be a little blood. Don't let it worry you. This has
to be done."
I gently began to push against her wall of womanhood. I could feel the
barrier give, stretching inward, but not breaking. Then I heard a sharp intake
of air from Lori and felt the membrane give way. Lori whimpered, but did not
cry out.
God she was tight! I could feel each muscle inside her gripping me.
She wasn't as wet as Amanda, either. The combination made for a very different
experience than the ones I had shared with Amanda. I was the one with all the
experience. I was the one in charge. I could feel every motion I made within
her, and I knew that what I was doing was right. But Lori barely even
responded. I began to to lick her, since both my hands were otherwise occupied.
I stopped moving my hips, and concentrated instead on getting her to feel
something.
I withdrew, and chose to use my fingers, rather than my cock. I brought
them inside her, slowly. Still she did not react. I kissed her again, and
touched her body. Still nothing. Finally, I made a face in utter
frustration...
She laughed. "Please, go on... I want this. Really." "Lori, you can't
just lay there...my hand is capable of being more erotic. You're part
of this, too."
"Well, I'll do better this time. Really." I entered her a second time,
with the great thrust that I had planned for the beginning. This time
Lori smiled, and began to buck and rotate her hips slightly, to meet my rhythm.
I started slowly at first, then built to a steadily faster pace, then slowed
back down, all while enjoying Lori's insistent kisses. I was covered with
sweat. So was she. It was wonderful.
I climaxed as the blazing fanfare of the horns sounded in "The Russian
Easter Overture".
I had to rest then. Making love with Lori was both physically and
emotionally draining; after all, I had just fulfilled five years' worth of
glaring sexual frustration. Lori rolled out from under me, moving against the
wall. I held her close to me. She was half-smiling, half-crying.
"What's wrong? Did I hur..." "No, no, no...it's not that. It's just
that, Amanda reminded me of what I'm doing, of what I am. I never
thought of it happening this way. I never thought I'd do any of this. I just
made love to a woman - and I liked it. I've done just about everything I can to
sin in the flesh, but it didn't seem WRONG until just now...I want to keep
doing this, but I was going to be pure for my husband..."
I was at a loss for words, really. "Everything'll be alright, love,
nothing the matter...just relax."
"You really did great. Both of you. I'm proud...and I'm sorry Lori. I
didn't know you'd feel so guilty...maybe you wanna talk about it?"
"No. I'll be fine. What we did...that's just going to take some time to
reconcile..."
She put her head on my shoulder and cried a little.
Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto was coming to completion before Lori
lifted her head again.
"I think...I think I'd like to freshen up a bit, can someone hand me my
clothes, please?"
We both got up. That's when we saw the blood. There was quite a lot of
blood, actually. It had gone through the towel we had put down, and over a fair
portion of the center of the mattress. I quickly noticed that some had also
dried on her still-naked snatch. My penis was also covered, of course.
Amanda said I had some on my back, in addition to what she reported to
be a WONDERFUL set of scratches running down my back.
"Maybe something a trifle more immediate is in order, for ALL of us."
"Where? I can't just walk into the bathroom over here..." "Well, Lori,
would you rather walk clear back to your room looking the way you look?
Do you want to want to explain to your roommate how you got blood on your inner
thigh? And your breath..."
"Alright, alright. I see your point." "What about me? I can't go until
late, can I? Alan's still here, right?"
"Well, I'm going to go check around. It's 10:30 on a Friday night.
Most of the floor has probably clear out. We might be okay."
I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, and walked down to the
bathroom. The place was all but deserted, except for the sound of running water
in a sink at the far side of the room. The showers were all clear.
When I got back, I distributed a clean towel to each of us. Amanda put
on my bathrobe, Lori wore a pair of my shorts. "OK. Lori, if anybody sees you,
act casual. Your name is Kim. Got it? Amanda, act collegiate. You're Lori, and
we're all just GOOD FRIENDS. Got it? Good."
Although there were people in the hallway, I didn't know them. They
apparently didn't think it especially odd that I was taking two women into a
men's bathroom and shower facility. I love college.
We all crammed into one shower stall. We undressed each other as
quietly as possible, and turned on the water. It was incredibly cold. On the
other hand, I had two very willing young ladies there to keep me warm.
I only brought one bar of soap, so the shower was very much a group
activity. We lathered each other in turn and took turns standing in front of
the water. I got the pleasure of lathKimg up Lori's pussy. She turned, and
whispered to me.
"I want you to do me again. You're hard, I'm wet, and the mess can't be
any worse."
"What about guilt? I don't want you t..." "Fuck guilt. I want you to do
me. Right here. However you want. Take my ass...you used to say how
much you liked it, why don't you fuck it?" In all my life, I had never heard
Lori utter so much as one curse, let alone three, but I wasn't about to let my
opportunity to go unheeded.
Amanda moved to the far corner of the cubicle, watching and fingKimg
herself as I pushed my hard cock into her anus. She cried out. My hands went
to her pussy. It was wild. Amanda began to kiss Lori anew, masturbating
herself, while Lori embraced her. I furiously pounded her...
"SURPRISE!! Sammy-bo...whoah!" It was Paul.
Chapter 9: And Now For Something Completely Different...
My stomach took a sharp dive. straight down. I did the only thing I
could thing of.
"Oh, hi Paul. I'd like you to meet Lori," I indicated the brunette
kneeling on the floor, "and Kim.", who was actually Lori, and whose ass my dick
was currently stuck in, "I'm, um, just showing the ladies our fine dorm
facilities. They, uh, really like it here. They like it SO MUCH that I'd like a
little privacy, that I may more fully appreciate the depth of their gratitude
for them the aesthetic ideal that is this bath..."
"You are in so much fuckin' trouble man...there ain't even a word for
the kinda trouble you're in. They're gonna have to make somethin' UP when they
write you up for this. Way to go, stud."
"You're not going to say anything, are you?", Amanda said, standing
up. "I kinda have to. I'm supposed to report this kind of shit. And
don't I know you from someplace?"
She thrust her chest out a bit. The girl is a pro. "I could make it...
worth your while not to say anything..." She wiggled her hips.
"My while's worth an awful lot... BUT I like Sam. What can I say. He's
a stud."
"No way...I'm not going with that. Get me in all the fucking trouble
you want. I don't care. Leave them out of it. Say they ran off or something."
"Sammy, I can't do that, man. I mean, you're clearly on with these
ladies, but, man, I'm in enough trouble with Dick...and this is exactly what
it'd take to get me out. He'd just be more pissed if I only turned you in."
"Uhm, could you please, PLEASE shut the curtain?" Lori's voice was
tiny, mousy, almost like a little girl's.
We continued our conversation through the curtain, while the girls
silently went about washing the soap from their bodies.
"Look man, you ain't got a helluva lot to offer me, but gettin' yo' ass
in trouble keeps mine OUT. Just let yer woman do it."
Amanda looked at me. Her eyes were pleading.
"Alright. YOU come to my room in 15 minutes. She'll be there..." Lori
was bawling as we dried ourselves off. "You go on home. You don't want
to be here anymore." "No. I don't want to go back - things're different
now. My room is what I was before. I'm going to stay."
"Why, Lori? You aren't in trouble? I'm taking care of it." "But I'm the
reason we're in trouble. If I wasn't so loud..." "Let it go. You're no
more guilty than any of us. We're just going to let Amanda take care of
it, and pretend that this never happened, right?"
"Right." "...I suppose." When we got back to my room, Lori and I
climbed up on my loft. Amanda went back to Ed's bed. The only light in
the room came from the window, from the street lights down below us. We curled
up against each other. Lori sobbed occasionally, but no one spoke.
When the knock at the door came I ignored it. Amanda answered it, I
guess, or maybe Paul let himself in. I didn't watch, but I could hear. Even
under the circumstances, Amanda managed to enjoy herself. She was nearly as
vocal as any other time, but quieter, like she wasn't turned all the way on.
I was petting Lori's rump when Ed got back. Amanda and Paul were still
at it. The door just opened then shut. The light came on. Ed didn't say
anything. I suppose he just sat down and watched.
It was after midnight when Paul left, having satiated himself. I heard
Ed and Amanda then. They were quiet, and much quicker than normal.
There was no music in the room. Lori woke me up at 2:37 AM. "I want to
talk." "...huhnhhnh? 'bout what?" "Who I am now." "You're Lori. You're,
uhhh... eighteen years old. You're Catholic. You're majoring in
Mechanical EngineKimg and you drive an '83 Chevette."
"Well, that's mostly true. But you forgot prude. You used to say I was
a prude..."
"You aren't much of a prude anymore. I was wrong about that much."
"Well, I'm not. I'm not sure I'm Catholic anymore, either. What we did
today is so AGAINST what I was raised to believe..."
"I understand." "I don't think you do...but I guess I just wanted you
to know that all this has changed me a lot. I'm not sure what I am
right now, in a lot of ways. Maybe I'm straight. Maybe not. Maybe I'm Catholic,
maybe not... I don't really know why I stayed. I really hate that guy, um,
Paul for doing that with Amanda. I know that. I liked what you and I did, and
what Amanda and I did. I'd like to do it more - all of it, I guess."
Neither of us spoke. "Lori?" "Yes?" "I guess then, that the only real
question I can ask is: if you had to do this day over - all of it,
would you?"
"N..No. No, I wouldn't. I think I needed this, maybe." "We all need it
sometimes..." it was Amanda. She had crawled up onto the bed while I
was asleep.
"I'm never going to forget this day. I've never done anything as wild
as this."
"Well, I haven't either." "Well, I have...but I've never gotten caught
before" Amanda admitted sheepishly, "and Lori, what Paul and I did,
that was me. Maybe you don't think it's right. But I don't think it was wrong."
"Then I guess you're just a little more, um, liberal about those things
than I am."
"Would you like to be like me?" "I don't know - doing what we did today
just seems wicked. Not bad-wicked, really. Rebellious, I suppose. Sort
of a dirty little secret... it's like, when I was a little girl, one of the
priests at my church had a heart tattooed on his ankle - I only saw it once. It
was his dirty little secret. This is mine."
"I started shaving my pussy right after the first time I had sex with a
girl, Melissa, for the first time. I saw her picking a hair out of her teeth -
I don't know if she was joking or what, but I decided to shave. She shaved,
too...both of us shaved like, around our pussies. No big deal, right? Women
that wear bikinis do it all the time... but for us, it was...we had to go to PE
like that when school started. But nobody really noticed. Since then I've been
going between no hair, like now, and just a little. It's like, a big deal
walking around in a skirt with no underwear and a bald snatch. Ya' know, you
like, start thinking things like, would this guy treat me the same way if he
knew I shave my snatch, or that I like to fuck chicks. It's cool."
"I might like to try that. Do you have a razor I can use? Scissors?
Shaving cream?"
"What? You mean NOW? HERE?" "Why not? I'll even let you watch. I'll
even let your roommate watch if he wants!" Clearly, Lori was very
different from the young woman she had been on Wednesday.
"Well, Lori, it itches, for one thing, about two days after you do it,
from the hair growing back. If you're really sensitive, you'll probably get a
rash."
"I want to do it. Really.It'll be like a bikini wax, only more so." She
started to climb over me, to the edge of the bed. "Where do you keep
your razor?" "Use Ed's. I think it's still in the package." "Where is
it?" "I'll get it for you. Try not to step on him when you get down,
okay?" I managed to find the items Lori requested with only a minimum
of hassle. Didn't even need to turn on a light. I handed Lori my robe.
"What's this for?" "You're naked. You're in a male dorm. Remember?" I
couldn't see a damn thing, but I'm sure she blushed a little. As we
were getting ready to walk out the door, Amanda stage-whispered to Lori
"Remember: it's just like shaving your legs. Soak in warm water first, THEN
shave."
We took to the hallway. Standing down by the bathroom were two of my
friends, Jim, and a somewhat-less-than-sober Bart. They grinned as we walked
by. Bart tried to give me a high-five but missed, slapping his hand into the
wall. "Ow...Don' worry. We'll keep watch..."
"Yeah. We'll cover you." "Where were you guys four hours ago..."
"Gettin' plastered!" Bart explained. "No shit." said Jim. I followed
Lori on into the bathroom. I suppose I should say a few things about
bath-tubs in male dormitories, or at least mine. But I won't, excpet to
tell you that neither I nor anyone I knew had ever heard of them being used as
such. So they were both a little filthy. However, our choice was made for us
when we discovered a short, blonde guy sleeping in one.
Lori and I cleaned it as best we could. A half-hour later, Lori
declared it marginally fit for bathing and sat down in the tub. Then
she shooed me off. I'm not sure why. I'd seen everything already, anyway. I
chose to sit down in the shower stall next to it and pretend I was drunk.
People generally ignore the suffKimg inerbriated, and I didn't want any more
trouble.
Lori finished, she modeled her new "look" for me. She was utterly
smooth, like a baby's skin. Looked great. She must've been proud of
herself.
Bart had his head in the water fountain we we came out. "What's he
doin'?" I think he's trying to sober up. He just remembered that his
parents're coming for a visit in four hours, or something."
"Makes perfect sense. Sure." "Yeah...say, uh, who's yer woman?" "Oh.
Sorry. This is Lori...I mean Ama...I mean Kim." Lori did a model's
turn. She let the robe hang open. "Pleased to meet you, Lori or Kim or
whatever." Jim giggled. "This is Jim." "Hi Jim." "I like your
breasts." "Why, thank you. Sam, your friend is very polite. I think I
like him." "You guys are strange, man" "And you're the one standing
here WATCHING a drunk guy..." "I'm not drunk!" "...not-sober guy
wash his head in a water fountain." "Good point." As we walked back
down the hall, I noticed that Lori was walking a little bowlegged.
"Are you okay?" "I'm just great. Feels good to be free." "Whatever."
When I climbed back up to the top of me loft, I found that Amanda had
rolled into a position that absolutely maximized the amount of space she
occupied.
I chose to sleep underneath my computer desk. Lori didn't seem to mind
disturbing her. There were two women in the room, neither of them were sleeping
with me, and to top it all off, I wasn't even in a bed. Sigh.
I woke up a bit later to find Amanda moving down between Ed and me.
"Lori is a bedhog." she said.
POUNDPOunDThuD. The traditional Saturday morning wake-up call. I could
rest safe once again in the knowledge that I still had a good four
hours of sleep to go.
"The Tick is on dammit! ED! What, does Sam have a woman again?" I sat
up. Hit my head on the desk. It hurt. Luckily, Amanda seemed to be
gone. Ed opened the door. "You...are a fucko, dipshit. Yes, Sam had a
woman"
"Then what's he doing down there?" "Bumping my head, dumbass. Go away.
I wanna sleep. With my woman." I pointed up.
"Oh. That's a woman all right. Never gotten this close to one before."
"Get OUT!" "Give me floppy disks!" "Out, before I'm forced to break
you, Alan." "Very poisonous. Don't touch me." Ed pushed Alan out into
the hall. I decided to move up onto the bed, sleeping Lori or no. She
cuddled against me as soon as I settlled down. Lori might be a bedhog,
but only in a GOOD way. I went back to sleep.
I didn't sleep very long; Certainly not the four hours I was hoping to
get. I was awakened by polite knocking at my door. I knew right away
that who ever it was didn't live on my floor.
I trudged over to the door. Amanda rushed in as soon as I opened it..
"Did you know that it costs THREE DOLLARS to get a bowl of cereal if
you don't live in this place?"
"Uhmmm...no...." "Oh. It does. I'm going down to Alan's room now.
Wanna come along?" "Let me go first. I want to be down there to see the
look on his face when you call up."
"Call up?" "Sure. Females have to be escorted at all times, remember?"
"Oh. so I should go downstairs and wait for him." "Exactly." "Gotcha.
See ya'"
Alan's room was filled Saturday-morning cartoon fanatics. Nearly a
dozen, all told, sitting on any available horizontal surface before the
television.
"Sam!", they yelled when I came in. "HA! I knew that you would one day
give in to your ingrained human need to watch cartoons on Saturday
morning! HA!"
"Shut the hell up Alan. The only reason I'm down here is that you woke
me up. Dumbass."
"Hey Sam, where's yer chick?", said Steve, the long-haired guy from
Nashville.
"Yeah, I wanna see her tits again!" "You can be quiet any time now,
Jim. She's still asleep. Guess I wore her out last night."
"You saw her tits? Cool! What about the rest of her?" This was from
Chris, Paul's roomate.
"Yes, she's pretty hot. Blonde. Great ass." "So...uhm, like how did
you, uh...see her tits, anyway?" "She showed 'em to me in the hallway
last night. They were goin' to the bathroom or somethin'." I saw Paul
roll his eyes.
"Shitty..." Steve again. "How's Bart, anyway?" "I dunno man, his Dad
looked awful pissed when they showed up this morning..." That was
Abdallah, Bart's roommate.
The telephone rang. "Yeah....you're WHERE? Why? All right...I'll be
down in a sec... that was my sister, people. She's HERE! Why is she
here? I don't know!
This sucks! If anybody says or does ANYTHING weird, I'll, um, hafta get
somebody to hurt them. I'm leaving. Ed! You're in charge of the remote." He
darted out of the room.
Alan came back a few minutes later, Amanda in tow. She'd had the good
sense to carry her knapsack with her. She was wearing a short, tight black tube
dress, and had tied her hair into a short pony tail.
The first words spoken upon her entrance were: "Is she legal?" Amanda
even managed to blush slightly. "I'm fifteen." "OK, um, this is my
sister. I don't know why she's here and I'm hoping she'll leave soon,
but for now she's here. Somebody get up so she can sit down. Um, these're the
guys. We're watching TV."
"Hi Ed. Hi Speechless. Long time no see. So, like, who're these other
guys?"
"Ed. Sam. Jim. Chris. Abdallah. Rafat. Rome. Craig. Rob. Chris.
Marsboy. Paul." Alan pointed at each of us. Paul wore the expression of someone
who had just realized that he had slept with his own mother.
"Close your mouth, Paul. You look like a dumbass." "So, um, this is
your sister?" His voice was quivKimg slightly. "Well, according to my
parents, yeah." "Hi everybody." Amanda gave a tiny wave. Paul just
stared. "So...what're you doing here?" "I came up to, ya' know, see
the campus. Specifically, the part with the like, fraternities on it."
"Those guys suck! Find some real men. Like me. Or even Rob. Or Sammy."
"What about me?" It was Mark, referred to by all as "Marsboy" "Nope,
you're just a pussy." "You're going to hell for saying that, Sam." "If
there's girls down there like Amanda, I'll save everybody the time and
kill myself now!" Amanda rolled her eyes.
"Well, anyway, I must be off...a drunken orgy awaits. Ta-ta." She
slinked toward the door.
"Waitaminute! Drunken orgy? Did Dad SAY you could go to a drunken
orgy?"
"Well...no." "Then you aren't leaving." "Then I guess I'll just have to
start one here!" She gleefully plopped down on Paul's lap and blew in
his ear, "how 'bout it, big boy?" From where I was sitting, as well as many of
the rest of the guys, it was painfully obvious that her dress was the only
thing she was wearing.
"That's it! Everybody out...NOW!" Pretty much everybody filed across
the hall, to Paul's room. The cartoon schedule continued
uninterrupted. I walked back to my room instead.
Lori was STILL asleep when I got back to my room. I briefly considered
going to sleep, but decided against it. Instead, I decided to check my Email, a
task which can and has required hours of otherwise useful time.
POUNDPOunDThuD. It was Alan. And Amanda. "Sam, I like, need a place
to keep my sister while I eat lunch. Do you mind?"
"No problem." "Just keep her from leaving. I'm sure she won't do
anything, but, like, I don't want her out running around or anything."
"Right." "Cool!" Once Alan left, Amanda sat down. She was pouting.
"That didn't work the way I wanted it to... I was hoping to..." "I know
what you wanted to do. You wanted to embarass Paul. And that's fine."
"No, actually, I wanted a drunken orgy..." "Oh. You know, there's only
one problem with that." "Like, what?" "There were a whole bunch of guys
in there. There's only one of you. What were the other ten people going
to do?"
"Well, I think I can handle, what, three, four, maybe five guys no
problem. The rest of you could watch and jerk off or, maybe like, get together
with each other...I don't know...besides, if we can get Lori in on it, then
there'd only be a couple that didn't have something to fuck."
"OK...maybe, but that's only if you can get Lori to go along with
it..." "Go along wit' wha...?" Lori was rubbing her eyes. "Would you
like to have sex with a whole bunch of guys all at once?" "...not
tonight dear I have a headache." "Seriously!" "Only if I really liked
them all. And had a lot of condoms. And if my pussy didn't hurt."
"Oh. OK. Well, the guys are a bunch of Sam's friends. Your cunt will
feel better in no time, and I think I saw a box of condoms laying on a desk in
here someplace..."
"Well then, I guess I could, maybe WATCH at least..." "GREAT! I'll have
a batch in here right away!" "Not NOW. Wait until later. Like tonight."
"Huh-uh. I want some NOW. A whole bunch. All at once." "Can't it wait
until later? Lori needs to go home and get cleaned up. Clean clothes,
all that stuff. Besides...it's your call, but I don't know if I can stay with
you if you're going to do this. Either of you."
"I haven't said I'm going to do anything. I just want to be every
bit as depraved as Amanda."
"Then you've got a loooonnggg way to go Lori." "You're right. I can't
even possibiy comDick. Maybe I'll just zip on over to confession or
something instead..."
"The priest'd probably molest you on the spot." "Cut that out! They're
not like that at all." "Sure Lori..." "Anyway...." "Oh. Yeah. You're
right, I guess. Maybe fucking fourteen different guys at one time like,
WOULD be a strain on a relationship..."
"He didn't mind when I asked Ed to join in last time I was here."
"That's different. I knew you wanted Ed, too... but these guys, these
guys're just fourteen people that happened to be in Alan's room when you were
in there. Were you even thinking about doing this when you walked in?"
"Well, yeah. It's like, one of those things that every nympho dreams
of, you know. Lots of people, all at once and all that."
I groused a little bit. The girls went on with their planning. The
plan was really pretty simple. Lori was supposed to stand out in the
hall by the bathroom. All she had to do was tell a few people that she was
really horny and needed love. If they were interested, she'd tell them to be in
my room at 6:00pm. and to bring a friend. If anybody asked what she was doing,
she told them that she was waiting for her boyfriend in the bathroom.
My part in the plan was fairly simple: leave. Go to Alan's room. Wait
it out if couldn't handle it, or else be there for the orgy...
When six o'clock rolled around I was sitting in Alan's room. I decided
it would be better for me that way, not to see what the girls were
doing. So I sat in Alan's room and watched Star Trek videos with Alan.
That was fine until Steve knocked on the door. "Hey Sam, did you know
there's a coupla girls in your room that're fuckin' everybody that
walks in?"
"Yes." "Whoah! Girls." Alan got up. "Waitaminute! I left Amanda down
there!"
"Don't worry, I left her with Ed. I'm sure she's not doing anything YOU
wouldn't do if you were an incredibly horny, lust-filled teenage girl
surrounded by eighty equally horny men..."
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH" He made a mad dash for the
door. "So, have you been down there yet, Steve?" "Yeah. It was
awesome. The one girl, Amanda I guess, probably had four guys on her. I
had me some o' that.... the other one, the blonde, was only doin' one guy at a
time. She wasn't fucking, either, just sucking. Had me some o' that, too. So,
Sam, which one is your woman, an' why're you letting her do it?"
"Neither. Both. I'm not sure. Amanda - Alan's sister - I've been doin'
her for, what? 'bout a month I think... but, uh, I really can't call
her mine. She's sorta like communal property. Lori - the blonde - yesterday she
was a virgin..." I laughed weakly.
"No shit? Shitty...but you've been gettin' it from Alan's sister for
HOW long?"
I told him my story. He grinned and shook his head. "Well, I guess
you've got it goin' then. Cool." "By the way: what're my lovely nymphos
doin' for birth control?" "Oh. Man...bring your own condom all the way.
That's all y'all need to get in."
"Oh. Well, at least they're doing something..." "Catch ya' later man, I
gotta go enjoy a post-fuck Marlboro." "Smoke one for me, man." I was
surprised that Alan hadn't come back yet. I had expected him to come
rushing back with his sister almost as soon as he had left.
I took the time to reflect on what I wuss I was. My lovers were right
down the hall screwing everybody they could find, and I was too much of a pansy
to go down there and tell them to stop OR to join them in the fun. It was
something of a moral dilemma.
Alan came back about an hour later. His unbrushed hair looked even more
mussed than usual. His sweatshirt was stretched out of shape. To top it all
off, he was zipping up his fly just as he walked in.
"Girls...whoah..." He said in a zombie-like monotone. He fell
face-first on the floor.
I ddin't know what they had done to him, so I elected to go find
out... When I returned to my room I found Amanda curled up on the
floor, using Ed, Paul and Jim for a human mattress. Ed's bed sloped
downward at a very odd angle. A moment's inspection showed the bedframe to be
bent in two places, broken in a third. Lori was sitting on top of my loft,
swinging her legs back and forth.
"So how'd it go? Anybody still horny?" Paul and Jim groaned. Ed made an
odd gurgling noise. Amanda said "I am!" With undeniable enthusiasm,
even.
"Eighteen." "What's eightteen?" "The number of guys she did just now."
"Nineteen if you'll take your pants off..." "That's quite all
right...say, um, what did you guys do to Alan? He ran off to get you,
stayed down here awhile, then came back and passed out on his floor."
"Isn't it obvious what they did?" said Paul. "Yeah...they, uhm...."
"We fucked him!" Amanda's grin widened. "Forgive me if I'm wrong, but
isn't Alan your brother, dear?" "YUP! I've wanted him for AGES. Ya'
know, incest is best and all that shit."
"Oh. Whatever." "I did him, too. And Ed..." "Somebody told me that you
were just giving blowjobs." "Well, I decided to make an exception. Wish
I had done it sooner..." she said whistfully. "Besides, condoms don't
taste very good." She made a face.
"I think I'll be walking bowlegged for a week! God what a weekend!"
Epilogue (Sorta): The Bit At The End
Clean-up was a bitch. Especially the condoms. They were all over the
place. We even found one hanging in the smoke detector. None of us wanted to
touch them. In the end, I found what appeared to be a car's broken radio
antenna amongst Ed's piles of useless junk. That worked fine. We collected the
slimy things into a plastic zip-lock bag, then put that bag inside a second
plastic bag, which we tied shut and threw into the garbage. It took us hours to
get everything straightened out. (That's one thing you don't see a lot in
porno movies...the clean-up.)
Ed's bed STILL hasn't been fixed. He sleeps on the floor. The cleaning
ladies wouldn't accept Ed's sheets, either. He had to pay for the old
ones before they'd give him any more.
Amanda slept in her brother's room that night. She said mine smelled
like sex - which it did, and still does, despite the fact that our window is
open at almost all times. Of course, she came back and gave Ed, Lori and me a
goodbye group-fuck early Sunday morning, before she left. She left me another
pair of underwear - the only pair she had worn that weekend, too.
The next day, Lori went back to her own dorm, her clothes wrinkled and
even torn in a couple of places. I got a call from her a couple hours later.
"Come over to my room. I need your help. I'll be waiting at the back
stairwell."
It turned out that she wanted me to carry a whole bunch of her things
over from her room to mine. She never asked me, I never asked Ed. It just
happened. She lives with us now... showers unabashedly in our bathroom, walks
around wearing nothing but her undies. If anything, the rest of the guys on
the floor like it. She made Ed clean up his mess - even got him to shave. It's
really been a remarkable transition for all of us. She sleeps with one of us at
night, me, Ed or Alan sometimes, and she's faithful in her own way, to our
little group. She eats with us. We do homework together. We even got Dick to
make us a little label with her name on it for our door. And she watches
cartoons with us on Saturday mornings.
But the best part is, Amanda's coming back. Today is Wednesday, and
she'll be here Friday. So will Kelly. It'll be great. And the music just keeps
playing....
THE END (for now)
This story is copyright © 1995, by Samuel Laker. It maybe redistributed
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