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Field

MF FF superman

By deirdre

*****

NOTE: We are not the authors of this story. "deirdre" was the enigmatic
queen of Usenet sex stories in the mid-1990s. She posted 156 stories in
just over two years, using an anonymous remailer and apparently *never*
corresponding with anyone (though she did give permission to repost her
stories to non-commercial sites). She was last heard from in late April
1996. We will repost all 156 stories, with comments by her, in
alphabetical order, between now and the 10th anniversary of her
"retirement." 

Please contribute to the 10th Anniversary "deirdre-fest" this Spring.
Meanwhile, enjoy! 

To contact us: h_jekyll2000@yahoo.com, or PleaseCain@aol.com. 

*****


This is a strange and silly story--a little fantasy about a woman who
discovers a *real* stud. -- deirdre

Request to alt.sex.stories posters: if your posting does not include a
story, please don't post it to alt.sex.stories. Please post it to
alt.sex.stories.d.

Disclaimer: my stories, like the private sex fantasies of many people,
often depict "breaking some rules". Do not read this story if you
believe fantasy stories should never depict situations undesirable in
real life. Be warned that you may not be comfortable with the sexual
situations. Be warned that my stories are kind of talky, often have
very little sex, and are judged by some readers to stop before the good
parts. Do not read this story if you are less than 18 years of age.

Permission granted to archive, repost, or publish in low-cost CD-ROM
archives of alt groups. Permission granted to publish in anthologies of
this type of material if attributed to deirdre and an author's payment
is sent to AIDS research in the name of deirdre. -- deirdre

Field by deirdre, 10/13/94

I was so glad when Diane was willing to go in with me on an apartment.
She's so beautiful and I always liked her. We'd managed to get a two-
bedroom near campus and I was looking forward to something better than
dorm life.

It started out fine: we worked out how to share expenses and housework.
We both were pretty conscientious about it and I liked living there
even if Diane sometimes got overdramatic about things. And I just
seemed to let her have her way--I guess I'm the type to just let things
be. Then she introduced me to her new boyfriend.

I think Diane is one of those girls who has to have a boyfriend--and
she'd broken up with her previous one. George was OK (I suppose she
might have started going with a real jerk or something) but I was a bit
surprised that she'd latched on to him. There wasn't anything wrong
with him--he just didn't seem like anything special and it seemed to me
that Diane could have done much better. I did ask her about it once.

"Oh, there *is* something that he's *very* good at," she said and
smiled. "He has a way of getting me to do things," she continued. I
realized that I didn't really want to get into *that* and changed the
subject. Later I found myself picturing beautiful Diane and George in
bed but I suppressed the thought.

But I did feel a little envy. Obviously, Diane was experiencing life
more fully than I was. What things was George getting her to do? I
sometimes wondered if I could really *let go* instead of being so
straightlaced.

Then one day toward the end of the semester Diane announced that George
was moving in! I was caught off guard--It had never occurred to me that
she might pull *that*. I didn't want to get into a fight with her about
it so I tried to subtly bring up the problems with the idea, but
subtlety was lost on Diane. Soon George was moved in and it was the
three of us. One thing that was good: we divided the rent three ways.

George was OK--well, he *tried* to do his share of the work and he did
contribute his share of the food money, but I still was nervous about
the whole thing. Then, just as soon as spring semester started, Diane
and George had a big fight. After that she was just moping around the
apartment for several days, then she announced that she was quitting
school and going home!

"I *just can't take it*!" she said when I tried to talk to her about
it.

"Diane, you can't! What am I going to do?"

"You're doing fine."

"How am I going to afford the apartment?" I couldn't make the rent
myself.

"You could afford half when we got it."

"But I'll be here by myself! I'll have to find someone."

"No you won't--George isn't leaving."

"Oh Diane, George can't stay." But he *was* staying. I was
flabbergasted--here I was going to spend the rest of the school year
sharing the apartment with George! He said it would be impossible to
find another place at this late time and I knew I'd have a lot of
trouble finding another apartment-mate. He told me it wouldn't be any
bother and he'd try to do better helping with the dishes and stuff. I
felt trapped, but after thinking it over I decided it might work.

There I was, eating supper with George every night. We'd never really
talked much before and now it was uncomfortably quiet at the supper
table. We both started reading while we ate.

Diane called one night to talk to me while George was there. She wanted
to know if I was getting along all right with George. I told her
everything was OK so far. She wanted to know what he was doing but when
I managed to convey that he was right there, she wanted me to make sure
he didn't know who I was talking to. Actually, it was too late for
that. Then she told me she didn't mind if *I* took up with him! I told
her I'd keep that in mind and I'm not sure I kept the irony out of my
voice.

"It was Diane, right?" I was correct in thinking George couldn't fail
to figure out who I was talking to.

"Yes."

"How is she?"

"She seemed fine."

"That's good." And he didn't say any more. I don't know what made me do
it, but I didn't let it drop.

"Do you miss her?"

"I guess I do sometimes."

"You should start dating." After I said it, I wondered if it sounded
like encouragement to ask *me* out. But I couldn't think of anything I
could say to correct that notion that wouldn't be rude.

"Yes I should" he said and then sat there looking thoughtful. I tried
to look nonchalant, going back to my reading, but actually I was scared
he was going to suggest we go out. Then he went on, seemingly talking
to himself: "I think I'll play the field for a while." I mentally
breathed a sigh of relief.

The next evening George didn't show up for supper which peeved me
because our arrangement was that I made it for both of us. I put his in
the fridge and got into studying. Then at eight he shows up--with a
girl!

"Who are you?" she said as soon as they walked in. A little rude, but I
suppose I *would* be a little shock under the circumstances.

"This is my apartment-mate Caroline," offered George. She was hanging
on his arm as if she would fall to the floor if she let go.

"We have separate bedrooms," I said, getting right to the point.

"Oh," said the girl--I never found out her name since neither of them
bothered to give it to me. Then she gave a low chuckle as if it were a
good joke and they walked into George's bedroom, shutting the door
behind them.

Yes I had misgivings all over again. I hadn't imagined *this*. I sat
there studying for a little while, then got nervous for some reason and
left, walking over to the library to study. When I came back,
everything was the same as when I left it and I went to bed. Yes I
listened, but I didn't hear anything. Fortunately, as I knew from when
George and Diane were around, the apartment's walls were reasonably
good at blocking sounds.

The next morning I got up and wondered if I'd have to face the two
lovebirds. I stared at the door of George's room which was still shut.
She was probably gone.

The door opened a little and out came a woman--a different woman! This
woman was a lot older--probably her late twenties or thirty or so, and
she was wearing a really good suit! I stared at her trying to figure
out what was going on.

"Who are you?" she asked when she saw me.

"George and I share the apartment. Separate bedrooms." I still stared.
She was very attractive and was a knockout in those clothes: the skirt
was very short but obviously the suit cost a couple months' rent.

"Oh," she said and walked out the front door! I stared at the door
after she closed it. Then I looked at the door to George's room. I
thought about knocking, but decided against it. What would I ask him?
Finally I left for class.

When I got back from classes that afternoon, a girl was sitting at the
kitchen table with George. Yet another girl.

"This is Carla," said George, "and this is my apartment-mate Caroline."
At least this time he introduced me. They were drinking coffee or tea
or something.

"We have separate bedrooms." I said. Carla smiled as if I'd made a
joke. Then she said she had to leave and kissed George on the lips and
left.

I stared at George after Carla left. I thought he might offer some
explanation, but he seemed oblivious to the notion that anything
unusual was going on.

"Three women?" I asked, when I couldn't stand it any longer.

"Oh, that. I'm just dating around," answered George.

"Didn't the wind knock you over as they whooshed by?" George smiled at
my joking but didn't offer any more explanation. He just sat there
looking stupid and happy. I went to my room and studied a while there.

I heard voices and got up to investigate.

"Who's she?" came the suspicious question of yet another woman.

"I'm the apartment-mate with my own bedroom," I offered, thinking I
ought to record the message and play it back. I hardly got a look at
her--I remember that she was very slender and had dark straight hair
that reached her waist--and then they were in his room with the door
closed. I didn't see him before I went off to study at the library
again. I was distracted while I was studying though. I thought about
George--what was going on? Who were these women and how was he finding
them?

When I got back to the apartment, there was a woman sitting at the
kitchen table. Yes, another one. I didn't see George. And the way she
was dressed! She was wearing just a tee-shirt and bikini panties! I
stared at her. She looked up at me and smiled. But she *didn't* ask who
I was. I stood there in shock.

George's door opened a crack. A woman came out! She was dressed in
jeans and a top and she smiled and said "Bye" and walked out the front
door! I stood there with my mouth open. I looked at the woman sitting
at the table. She just sat there, glancing at me after I'd stared for a
minute. I looked at George's door. It was closed. I went to my room.

In the morning I recalled the two women of the previous night and as I
got up I wondered what I'd find. No one was in the kitchen but the
bathroom door was shut. I heard giggling in it too--female giggles! I
waited around and in a minute the door opened and out came two women!
They were wearing short nightgowns and they smiled at me and quickly
scampered to George's door and slipped in! I got ready, ate and left.
Somehow I didn't want to wait and see any more. But as I left, another
woman was approaching our door. She was wearing some of the tightest
pants I'd ever seen. I walked on more quickly.

That afternoon when I got home, there were *five* women hanging around
our living room and kitchenette. They were just sitting around and
didn't say *anything*. George's door was closed. One was only wearing
jeans and a bra. I headed straight in my room, then worried about
having supper out there. I listened at the door a little bit, but felt
stupid. I tried to

study but it was really a lost cause. I tried to read a novel, then
just lay there thinking. What was it with George? What did these women
*see* in him? Where did they all come from? How could they act like
that?

I hung around my room til after our usual supper time, then feeling
kind of dumb, finally came out. It was my own apartment after all. I
opened the door and peeked out. Yes, there were women hanging around.
It didn't seem to be the same women, and there were more! Several of
them were in their underwear. A women in the kitchen asked if I'd like
her to fix me supper! She was wearing a bikini bottom and a tube top.
Both black. Her hair was dark and short and pretty and she definitely
had the body for the outfit. I looked at her in kind of a daze and she
started getting stuff out of the fridge. I noticed that the fridge had
food in it that *I* had never put there--and up until that point,
George had certainly kept me involved with all the food purchases.

She fixed me a frozen entre while I sat at the kitchen table looking
around. There were at least ten or twelve women around in various
states of dress. Some were just sitting on the floor. I saw two
oriental women in the corner, one leaning against the corner and the
other leaning against her. They just sat there, looking kind of
listless. They *all* looked listless. The two oriental girls had bikini
tops on, but I realized that they weren't wearing *any* bottoms at all.

The woman in the tube top finished my dinner and I sat there eating. A
woman came out of George's room, naked. I stared, open-mouthed. There
was a black thing around her neck. Then I noticed they *all* were
wearing black necklaces of some kind. I looked at the woman in the tube
top who was close by and could see that it was a thin little ribbon. I
just sat there and ate.

The woman in the tube top said: "You're lucky."

"Huh?"

"Living with George. You can... you know... anytime."

I stared at here for a second but didn't answer. Then I finished
quickly, got my books and left.

When I came back later, they were still there--at least there were as
many: some were definitely different women. One was wearing a black
babydoll nightgown that hid just about nothing. Another was wearing a
tee-shirt that didn't hide the bottoms of her rear-cheeks. And they
still had the black ribbons. I went to my room and went to bed.

I laid awake a while wondering what to do. They weren't noisy and they
hadn't really gotten in my way except for the bathroom a couple of
times. And the woman making my supper!

Later, I awoke somewhat. It was still dark. There had been some light--
the door to my room had opened. I was groggy--feeling drugged. Someone
got in bed with me. Somehow I was too sleepy to worry about it.

In the morning I awoke and found myself in the arms of a woman! We'd
been spooning, her behind me! I quietly slipped out of bed and looked
at her--she was still asleep. She was so beautiful, laying there so
peacefully. I didn't know what to do. I got my robe on and headed out--
yes, there were women all over the place. I actually had to step around
them. The bathroom door was shut. I knocked. A women opened the door
and pulled me in. There were four women in there, all nude, doing,
well, everything. The one who had pulled me in was at the basin
brushing her teeth. She told me to go ahead and get in the shower, but
another woman was in there, showering. I waited for her to finish, then
just hung up my robe and went in. Others had been coming in and out of
the bathroom while I waited.

I finally felt a little privacy in the shower though there were others
right on the other side of the curtain. Then a woman slipped through
the curtain and joined me! She offered to wash my back. I didn't know
what to do--I just finished as quickly as I could and got out. Another
woman handed me a towel. I had the feeling she'd dry me if I let her.

I got back to my room. There were *three* women sleeping in my bed! I
quickly got dressed and left. A couple of women in the kitchen offered
me breakfast, but I left as quickly as I could. I noticed at the front
door that there was a large bowl on a table just inside. In it was a
pile of black ribbons.

That night it was more of the same. With *more* women if you could
believe it. Women were slipping in and out of George's room constantly.
All those black ribbons! Two women sitting on the couch were kissing! I
let some of them make me supper, then ate quickly and started getting
ready to go out again. The place was useless for study.

The phone rang. It was Diane.

"How are things going?" she asked. She sounded a little nervous.

"OK," I said, but I was nervous too. I didn't think she'd believe me.

"How is... George?"

"Oh, I think he's doing fine."

"Is he? Do you think he misses me?" I had this sinking feeling that she
was having second thoughts about the breakup.

"I... I don't think I could say..."

"Is he there? No, don't call him to the phone!"

"Well..."

"OK, I'll hang up. I'm sorry I bothered you." Then she was off the
line.

I headed out to study in the library and actually succeeded. I guess I
was getting a little used to the weirdness. It was more of the same
when I got home. There were several women sleeping in my bed.

"Hey!" I said, shaking one who was at the edge.

She woke and looked at me with a groggy expression. "Oh, sorry!" she
said and pulled herself up and lay down in the corner on the floor! The
other women were still there, curled this way and that. I stared at
them, mulling over waking them all up. The woman who had left had left
enough room for me to lie down without touching any of the rest and
that's what I did.

In the morning when I woke up, and arm was sprawled over me and one
woman was lying pressed against my body. I sat up and looked around.
There were more women sleeping on the floor. I got my robe and slipped
out. It was pretty much a repeat of the previous morning. When I left
for class, two more women were coming in the door.

After my first class, who should I run into coming out but Diane!

"I got up early and drove!" she said, sounding excited.

"It's great to see you!" I said, hugging her and doing my best to smile
but wondering if it really was that great.

"How's George?" she said with bated breath. She looked so innocent,
looking at me waiting for my answer. She was so beautiful.

"Uh, he's fine I think."

"He's there at the apartment now, isn't he? Let's go back!"

I didn't usually go back after my first class. And I didn't want to
take her

to the apartment. But she'd be going sooner or later. I forced myself
to see it as my duty. "OK."

She didn't talk as we walked over and I didn't either. I didn't know
what to say. Finally as we entered the complex grounds she said: "Has
he been seeing other women?"

"Yes," I answered.

"Oh god. Just one?"

"No." She didn't say anything after that. I just took her to the
apartment.

Yes, the apartment was filled with women when we got there. The ones
sitting on the floor had to move to let anyone walk by. Two slipped out
of George's room and two more slipped in while we just stood there.

"Caroline, what *is* this," came Diane's weak voice.

"I don't really know," I answered.

"Is this George... ?" I don't know what she was going to ask me,
because she never did finish. Then she said: "I've got to talk to him!"
She walked over to the door, various women leaning this way and that to
let her by, and slipped into his door. I made my way over to the
kitchen area and a woman stood up to let me sit on one of our chairs. I
sat there wondering what was going to happen.

As I sat there, a woman came in the front door. She took a ribbon and
tied it around her neck and then started taking off her clothes. I
remember her because she was *so* tall and slender and she had short
blond hair. She could definitely be a fashion model!

For some reason I just watched her undress until she was naked. Her
body was so slender and her legs were so long. She found her way over
to George's door and slipped in.

I hadn't heard anything from George's room and Diane hadn't come out. I
sat there waiting for something to happen. The curiosity got the better
of me and I made my way over to his door. I thought about knocking, but
it seemed silly with so many people just opening it a crack and walking
in. I opened it and slipped inside.

It was dark--shades kept out all the daylight, but there was the light
of a couple of lamps. George was kneeling there and that blond woman
was on her knees in front of him! He was doing her from behind! And
Diane! She was kneeling in front of the blonde, completely nude herself
and had the blonde's face pushed against her own crotch! Diane's body
was so sexy. Her hands were gripping the blonde's hair! The blonde was
blindfolded and her wrists were tied behind her. There were other women
laying around here and there on the floor. Most were blindfolded and
had their wrists tied behind their backs. A couple of them just sat
leaning against the wall looking listless like the women in the living
room. Diane turned her head and looked at me. She pulled the blonde's
head away from her crotch and turned the blonde's head towards me. I
saw the blonde's tongue for a second. Diane gave me a little smile and
nod. She wanted me to come over! She was offering the blonde to me!

I slipped out of the room and shut the door, quickly and quietly. I
stood there, my back to the door. It was so crazy. That blonde was so
beautiful. *Diane* was so beautiful. Diane *hadn't* been wearing a
ribbon. She had wanted me to kneel next to her and...

I thought about going in there and taking up Diane's offer. I thought
what it would be like to kneel there next to beautiful Diane...pulling
that blonde's face to me. Forcing her. I got a grip on myself and made
my way back to the front door. The blonde's clothes were lying there on
the floor. I noticed one of the black ribbons that had fallen on the
floor and picked it up. I wondered how that blonde could just go in
there and let George do her like that. The ribbon wasn't plain--seeing
it up close, you could see that it had a lacy texture. She had been
just kneeling there, blindfolded and helpless with George pushing into
her as Diane forced her to lick. I thought about the way they did that
to her. I tied the ribbon around my neck.




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