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During the week that follows, Amy and her friends find that nothing can ever be the same, as they each deal with their feelings about the experience.

Heph had just finished putting away the dinner dishes when he heard a
knock on the door.  It was Amy.  "I can't stop thinking about what you
did to me.  I really, really enjoyed it."
He smiled.  "Why, thank you.  But why did you come over?  If you just
wanted to thank me, you could have called."
Shyly, she glanced downward.  "I want to watch the tape."
"I thought that might be what you were here for.  You remember what
you have to do?"  She nodded.  "Ok, why don't you bend down over the
coffee table here while I pop it in the VCR."
When she was in position, Heph felt her ass through her sweatpants as
she watched him slowly cut her clothes off on the screen.  He had
always enjoyed the feeling rubbing his hand across soft, smooth
material while feeling the firm flesh beneath it.  Grabbing the
waistband, he pulled them down around her thighs.
He chuckled.  There really was no reason to take her top off; closeups
of her tits were currently being featured on the screen.  Not often
you get to see a girl's tits and ass at the same time, he thought.
Rubbing his dick along her slit, he found she was already quite wet,
so he pressed forward into her.
Amy watched as her pants started down her legs and the camera zoomed
in on her pussy.  She felt Heph thrusting inside her as she remembered
how nervous she had been.
Grabbing her ass and moving his thumbs into her crack, Heph pulled her
open and watched himself disappearing inside of her with each thrust.
He could see thin flap of skin above her hole being stretched out
along his dick as he pulled out, then disappearing back inside her as
he pushed back in, her most sensitive flesh stretched around his dick
as he relentlessly fucked her.  He opened his legs slightly, forcing
her thighs apart as one of his thumbs found the tight pucker of her
asshole and pressed slightly inward.
Amy shook as she felt herself being opened up and penetrated.  On
screen, she could see herself standing completely naked now, with her
arms bound behind her and her long slender body filling the screen.
She heard herself say, "My body belongs to him.  He can do whatever he
wants to it."  Unable to control herself, she came hard knowing that
it was true.
Heph gave her a good smack and kept fucking her.  As she squirmed, she
looked up and saw her legs spread, with his hard dick hovering over
her helpless pussy.  Slowly, he pushed her knees forward.  Human
anatomy had conspired against her; she had seen porn before, but had
never been able to get a good view of her own pussy being penetrated.
She watched as first the tip, and then the rest of his long shaft
disappeared into her waiting hole.  Watching the whole length of it
disappear into her reminded her of exactly how deep inside her a man
was when he fucked her.
Her onscreen self started moaning as Heph repeatedly drove deep into
her.  Already warmed up from her previous orgasm, she can't help but
start to loose control of herself again as she hears how aroused she
had been.  She felt a second orgasm rip through herself as she watched
herself buck and moan, impaled on Heph's dick.
Heph started fucking her faster and harder now, clearly enjoying
watching both her real and taped orgasms.  As she came onscreen for
the second time, she felt him lose control, filling her with his cum.
She felt one of his hand snake up her loose t-shirt and cup her tit as
he relaxed inside her.  Together, they watched the rest of the action,
and he leaned down and kissed her neck as they watched her swallow for
him.  "Feel free to come back and watch it any time," he said as he
pulled out of her.
Monday morning came, and Heph found himself in Amy and Wendy's room
between afternoon classes, discussing all the odd looks they had been
getting since the weekend.  After a few good laughs, it was time for
Amy to head off to her next class.
"So what did you think of Saturday's activities?"  Heph asked Wendy.
She blushed.  "It was interesting."
He smiled.  "Interesting?"  She nodded, but said nothing.
"The way you were squirming around in your chair made me think you
found it more than just interesting."
"Perhaps."
"In fact, I got the feeling you would have jumped at the chance to
switch places with Amy."
She couldn't admit to that, no matter how true it might have been.
Playfully, she responded, "And what would give you a crazy idea like
that?"
"Other than the fact it was written all over your face?  You two have
been friends for a long time, and similar women often have similar
fantasies."
"Perhaps, but you can't prove anything!"
"I suppose, but there's also the fact that Amy said that afterwards,
you told her you were dying to trade places with her."
Her jaw almost hit the ground.  "She did not!"  Now it was his turn to
silently smile.  She had told Amy that, but hadn't dreamed Amy would tell
Heph.
"Look," Heph continued after a while, "I'm thinking of doing an encore
party.  I know Amy won't be able to resist.  Why don't you come early,
and I'll take care of the rest?"
"I don't know ..."
"Too embarrassed to say yes, even if you wanted to?"  She nodded.
"How about this: If you're wet right now just thinking about it, I'll
take that as a yes."
"But how ..." her sentence trailed off as he slid over on the couch
and put his arm around her.  She knew what the answer would be; as she
felt his hand on her stomach, she gripped his shirt and buried her
head on his shoulder and waited for him to finish.  She felt his hand
move under her jogging shorts and down through her bush.  As she
leaned back and opened her legs slightly to let his between her
thighs, she felt his finger find her hole.  Her soaking wet hole.  She
relaxed; There was no use trying to hide it any more.
He stroked her neck as he whispered into her ear.  "It's ok, all you
have to do is show up, and I guarantee you'll have fun."  She felt his
finger rotating along the walls of her slick pussy.  "And don't worry,
I won't let you chicken out."  She tilted her head backwards.  She
wanted him, right here, right now, on her couch.  She squirmed as his
finger slid past her clit as he pulled his hand out of her shorts and
stood, walking to the door.  She was still sprawled out on the couch,
ready to be taken.
"Ok, well, I'll see you Saturday, then."  He turned towards her as he
reached the door.  "And Wendy, shave that bush before then.  And don't
tell Amy."  He left.  
Wendy ran to the bathroom to finish herself off.
When Heph ran into Jen and Tom at lunch on Tuesday, they teased him
about not being invited to his party.  "I'm sorry," he replied, "you
don't know Amy.  The party was for her friends, not mine."
Jen nudged Tom, "It looks like we better make friends with Amy, fast!"
Heph wasn't feeling too sorry for Tom.  With her long, dark hair and
slim figure, Jen was easily one of the most attractive women on
campus, even if she was almost completely flat chested.
Tom ribbed her back.  "Or just get you to take Amy's place.  Then
Heph would have to invite me!"  Jen laughed.  "I doubt Heph's going to
be having another party like that any time soon."
Heph grinned.  "Actually, I'm in the middle of planning one for this
Saturday, right now."  
Tom laughed.  "It's settled then!  I volunteer Jen!"  Heph looked
over to her.  "How about it?"
"Are you serious?" she asked, turning to Tom.  Tom ignore her.
"Don't worry, Heph, she'll do it.  I promise."
As Heph looked back to Jen, he noticed she had an odd look on her
face.  "So what do you think?  Would you be willing to do it?"
"If he says so," she replied quietly.
Tuesday night was the night Amy met with her math tutor, Bill.  When she
showed up at his room, he was understandably a bit nervous.  Amy
smiled, and gave him a hug to try to make him more comfortable, but
her body against his seemed to have the opposite effect.  He sat down
with her, and answered her questions in a business-like way.
"I'm sorry," he said when they were done.  "I'm a bit distracted.
I've been thinking about you all week."
She laughed.  "That's ok, I understand.  In fact, I was going to give
you a little private show to thank you for tutoring me."
Standing up, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up over
her head.  Standing just a foot or so away from him, she reached back
and unsnapped her bra, letting it slide down off her tits.  Bill's
eyes were all over her.  After unbuttoning her jeans, she put her arm
on his shoulder for balance, and bent over to slide the rest of her
clothing down her legs, dangling her tits right in front of his face.
When she stood back up, she stepped over him and sat on the desk in
front of him, legs straddling his body.  His eyes ran up and down her
body, eventually settling on her tits.  "You can touch them if you
want."  Instantly, his hands were on her.  She sat back and enjoyed
the attention.  
"Ever touched a girl's tits before?"  He shook his head.  "Do you like
them?" she asked, fishing for a compliment.  "They're wonderful."
Standing slightly, he lightly pushed her backwards as his hands went
to his shorts.  "Will you let me ... ?"
"No.  Just play with my tits for now."  She sighed.  He shouldn't have
asked.  If he knew anything about women, he would have sucked on her
tits and felt her up more.  If he had been persistent, it wouldn't
have taken him long to get her hot enough that she would have given in
and let him have her.  But giving in out of sympathy wouldn't help him
either.  She knew he would learn sooner or later.  For now, she let
him have the time of his life massaging her firm tits.
When she tired of the attention, he took his hands from her chest, and
slowly got dressed.  He watched her carefully.  "Thanks you very much,
Amy, that meant a lot to me.  Can we do this again some time?"  He was
so sweet, but he did nothing for her.  Still, she felt he deserved
some hope, if only as a reward for thanking her for her favor.  "We'll
see," she replied, knowing the possibility would fuel his fantasies
about her, even if she had no intention of fulfilling them for him.
Heph had taught her that if you wanted your fantasies to come true,
you had to be willing to do what was necessary to make them possible,
and he still had a lot to learn.  She left the room, leaving him to
dream about what he would never have.
Tom, on the other hand, was having better luck.  He leaned back and
relaxed on the couch as he felt Jen's lips moving up and down on his
dick.  "That's a good girl," he said as he ran a hand through her
hair.  "You're going to be pretty busy this week, Jen.  Thinking about
what is going to be done to you is making me really horny."
Her hand continued to stroke him as she looked up.  "You really are
going to make me do it, aren't you?"
"You did promise you would always do whatever I wanted you to, no
matter what it was."
Moving forward, she positioned herself above him, ready to sit on his
erect cock.  "And you know I always will."  She lowered herself onto
him, feeling him fill her up.  "Why does this turn you on so much?"
"I've always dreamed of watching you get fucked.  I guess I'm just a
bit of a voyeur."
She could see how turned on he was.  She lived for that feeling,
knowing how much he was enjoying himself, and that she was the one who
was giving him that gift.  Pumping hard, she slammed his dick deep
into her, again and again.  "Then imagine Heph here now, fucking me,
because you'll be seeing it soon.  If that's what you want, I'll do
it.  My body is yours to use as you wish."  Unable to resist as she
reminded him to whom she belonged, he exploded inside her.
Wednesday morning, Heph ran into Amy between classes.  "Hi Amy, I'm
throwing another party on Saturday, and you're coming."
Amy laughed.  "I suppose I'm going to be the main attraction again?"
Heph winked.  "And I have some company for you."
"Just remember, I've never been with a girl before, so be careful what
you force me to do."
"When I get you going, you'll do anything."
She blushed.  "You're probably right.  See you Saturday, then."
"Why don't you come on in, I need a picture for the invitations."
Without thinking, she stepped into his room as he held the door for
her.
"Why don't you strip, and stand over there by the window?"  It was a
first floor room, and the path between the buildings ran right outside
the window, packed with students returning from lunch.  She felt a
tingle run through her.  What the hell, she thought, as she quickly
stripped and walked over to the window.
"Now turn and look towards me, while facing out the window," Heph
suggested, as he aimed the camera.  The light streaming in the window
ran across the outline of her body, the profile of her breast and
erect nipple clearly visible as she turned her upper body to look
towards him.  As she ran a hand through her hair, he snapped a
picture, capturing a look of surprise on the faces of the walkers
behind her, who had just turned to see the stunning young woman
standing naked in the window.

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