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Alan's_Sister (Mf, cons, young teen)
We were getting ready to go home for winterbreak. Ed and I was sitting in
Alan's room as Alan read his Email for the last time.
There was a knock at the door, admitting Alan's parents.
"Are you ready to go, son?"
"Not yet. Gotta finish checking my mail."
Then I saw her, Amanda, Alan's younger sister. I could hear Ed gulp beside
me. She didn't look too much younger than Alan, perhaps fourteen or so, with
straight brownish hair cut short and the thin build apparently common to
members of Alan's family. Hips, covered by tight jeans, just beginning to
spread to a womanly shape, while her chest, hidden within her overlarge coat
hinted at great things to come. Her remarkable face was what really drew
me to her.
She had high cheekbones, and thick sensous lips, flawless skin 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's embarrassment... I mean sister." She extended
her soft 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 amid a choral procession,
the whole bit. However, this sort of thing occured with me on a regular basis,
I was somewhat inured to it.
"Hi Ed," she continued "it's nice to see you again." 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, three-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 nestling 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 dimpled at me. They were like
twin blackholes that sucked my willpower out of me
"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, closing
his door behind him.
"You guys know that that was my SISTER you were leering at, right?"
'Yup. She's cute"
"Yughhh!" Alan made a face, "MY sister? Amanda, you mean? There wasn't
a girl in there that I missed, was there?"
"Only the inflatable one that your parents didn't see... Nope, we mean
YOUR sister. She's pretty hot."
Ed, "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."
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.
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 find a woman under your tree this year. Idiot.
Fucko. Alan.
What are friends for, I mused but 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 with masochistic tendencies.
Or horny ones. I beat Alan back by a good two hours, anxiously awaiting his
(and hopefully Amanda's) return.
I had forgotten the power cord for my PC and was taking it out on everything
in the room.
BANGbangBANG.
"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 Levis. She had been unceremoniously pushed around
by Alan in his unpacking frenzy. She perched on a corner of his desk, looking
like Shirley Temple and Madonna at the same time. I found myself gravitating
towards her. She can be in my way anytime!
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 spilled on Amanda. I
think it had an orgasm
"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 to wash it off." 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, before they realized
that the ink did not extend to her hair. It was smooth, glossy and fragrantly
clean. Perfect, in fact
"Alright. That's real nice o' you, Sam. Honey, we'll be back in a coupla
hour or thereabouts."
On winged feet I glided back to my room in search of my Holy Grail, the
bottle of Selsun Blue. After a moment of tearing the room apart, I found
it. Sitting on 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 living here, I've been made aware there was VERY
little privacy in the open bathrooms.
I could hear water running in 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 shampoo... "
"Great. Hand it over." The shower curtain opened partway, and a grasping
hand emerged
"Thanks," she said as I put the bottle in her hand, catching a glimpse
of smiling lips and a glistening pubescent breast before 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?"
"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 wonderimg why, if I had
spent nineteen years waiting for something like this, was I 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 figure not." As she pulled me into the shower. I suppose that, if I
were a little more with the program, I probably would've gone in with my
shampoo. However, in real life, there're things like harassment lawsuits,
not to mention statutory rape. These facts plus the knowledge that I'm a
total wuss with women kept me from leaping in with her. But now...
The warm water quickly soaked me as she removed my clothes -- starting
with my jeans. I watched, stunned, concentrating at her wet nakedness.
Finally 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 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 touch her, my hands steadily roaming over her beautiful,
slender young frame, to her cheeks, her neck, her shoulders, her back, her
ass... I can't get enough. She hooked one of her legs around my thigh.
I broke from our passionate embrace, knowing what I wanted to do. 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.
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 repositioning my
head in a more pleasing angle, her hands first running through my hair, then
grasping and pushing me further in to her being. She tasted sweet and overwhelmingly
sexy, I reapplied myself to my task.
"Oh my god - you're so good!" She breathed.
Under my ministrations, her moans intensified to cries of encouragement,
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, sucking the remnants
of her joy off my tongue.
She drew back and spoke: "Now, what would you like your woman to do for
you?" Pushing 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. On my second spurt, her mouth was over me, sucking
it out of me. I bucked into her in step with my rushes but she patiently
took it all.
Then she scooped up the cum that hadn't been washed away by the jet of
water; and brought it to her lips, licking daintily. It was easily the most
erotic thing I have ever seen. Any chance of my losing my erection died at
that sight.
Toweling off became a very interesting process, 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, drenched, 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 wonderment as Amanda's gloriously 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 stared openly, taking 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
"Am I your first?" 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. She was moaning as I fingered
her, while she was playfully pinching one of my nipples. Suddenly, she sat
up and in one fluid motion, we were coupled. It was intensely hot, but smooth
and comfortable, better than anything I could have imagined. My cock wanted
to rut blindly into her, but I held back, wanting it to last. Her face, a
sight forever etched in my mind - pale, glowing skin, surrounded by short
ringlets of damp, black hair, mouth open wide, while her smiling eyes spoke
the joy and the passion of our union.
We fucked slowly, this first time. I was more than willing to let her
control my experience (after all, she appeared to have 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 an incredibly desirable female, and, despite my friends' predictions,
one that 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, and
adjusted 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. But
mostly I did not want this to ever end.
"I have to go... my parents'll be back any minute. Here: you keep these.
Think of them as a memento of your first time." She handed me her white cotton
Calvin Kleins as she climbed down from my loft. 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...
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 end up telling him what had happened, I was just bursting
to tell somebody that I lost my cherry to the most amazingly gorgeous female
this side of Eden. So I just ignored his pounding, and fell asleep.
The first thing I saw when I next woke was the pile of junk stacked near
the closet on the far side of the room, 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.
"Sam!" came the equally ingenius 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... you know, 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.
Being a CS major, he just don't know any better..
"Well, Ed, my doubting friend, 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?"
"Look!" I began to unwad the panties. Recognition rounded his eyes.
"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 are AMANDA's Calvin Klein French Cut Panties!" His face went from
incredulity, to envy, to joy for me
"Oh wow. 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? D'you think maybe you 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
HE last had sex. 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
"Amanda is a skinny, immature 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 did. 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 again! My friend Rachel is coming down to see her boyfriend
next 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 weekends! Be ready.
Kisses (and other things), Amanda
The whole thing smelled like it had been spritzed with the insides of Cosmopolitan,
a smell I used to dislike. Now I find it more than alluring and sprout an
erection each time I smelled 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.
: 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 swung her coltish legs and 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 this
particular fine example of 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?"
"Try not 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 won over 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? For ordering-in?"
"NO" our reply was in unison.
Clearly, there hadn't been a lot of planning in this venture. Sex'll do
that to a guy.
"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 Keanu Reeves, as she put it, "he has a nice ass."
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 absence 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 lung-ward) 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 I had the equipment. 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 invited me
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 in 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. 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, hmmm, later that night, he came down to the basement, where we were,
you know, like, 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, like stopped
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 fingerimg 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." She sighed nostalgically
at all of life that'd passed her by.
"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 declared, "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, I know Ed
would not get crazy and, 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 made up Ed's half of our room. Books, clothes, three-year old
newspapers, toiletries, small electrical devices, Ed's razor ("I thought
I lost that YEARS ago!" he exclaimed), and probably the ancestral homes of
a few dozen different species of vermin made up what Ed calls his "closet"
and what everyone else charitably called a trash heap. The object of our
search was nowhere to be found - a number of garish ties that Ed affectionately
refered 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, 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 secure the "bondage devices", Ed merely wrapped 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 and licking
her lips.
"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... "
: 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
"Y' 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 wonderimg about that... "
"Can't you guys hurry up and DO SOMETHING?! You're pathetic as rapists."
"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 Miss Manners here is worried about my freaking 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 certainly did! There is something about
taking control in sexual matters that is exhilirating.
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. Blue, this time) into her mouth. 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 location.
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 prey'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.
Totally unbecoming.
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 reach. She
licked its 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 heady 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. She rolled her tongue over
it, wetting it and letting it slide until 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 big little breasts
together and fucked THEM)... the variety of positions and combinations were
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 programmed into 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. Sex'll do
that to a guy.
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 was too involved in his own misery 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.
Ed was laying on the floor, asleep. Quite understandable, 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.
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.
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 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 of 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 was sharing 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?"
as she delicately extracted a hair from her lips.
"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 pair of 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."
A thought struck me. "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 "to shit oneself", and quickly took a seat at my computer,
just as I heard the click of Dick'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?" Dick burst in the
room, 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. So you can fuck right
off now. 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 modern man, 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 you 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." I know how much they meant to him.
"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 studsman, who has recently awed them by the loss
of his virtue, thereby proving 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?" I had a feeling I shouldn't had asked that
one.
"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. She must have had seen the shape my equipment is in and she took
it easy on me. So 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. Then she rolled over me and inserted me into her warmth. We slowly
rocked to maintain my erection but not enough to make me come. She sure did,
though! She'd rock herself to a moaning, shaking state and then I'd slide
my hand over her clit, whereupon she'd do a screaming staccato into the nearest
pillow.
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 shut 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.
"I want you to be special", she said, gazing out my window
"Isn't the fact that you came here enough?"
"No... I mean, special... something I'm never going to forget."
"I'll never forget... "
"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... "
I began to massage her back.
"What would you have me do? I'll do it." She kissed me. Tenderly. On the
cheek. "Say it. Please."
"I've never had a man... back there... " She wiggled her hips slightly.
My hands traced downward, massaging her ribs, her buttocks
"There's some lubricant in my bag... get it. Please." I spread the vaseline
over her slowly, pausing a few times to take in her beauty. 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, fearing that I was causing her too
much 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...
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 was her hot breath on my mouth. I didn'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.
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.
PS 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 to go"
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 appalling, yet appealing thought.
I suppose I walked around with an idiot's 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.
My infatuation with Amanda 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 should 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. It also spared me from asking a question that may result in
a slap. Which happened with the next interviewee.
The quest continued for a week. During the course of that time, I was
slapped no less than four times, was threatened twice with lawsuits, and
turned down by all 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... "
"No, you won't know her. She's this really sweet girl, 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 straitlaced, uptight Catholic girl. Wore a knee-length
woolen skirt every day. Wouldn't even say the word "sex", let alone do it.
Still, I didn't have many options left when I approached her. Finding her
turned out to be a 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 just 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 away from
me. I hoped that her curiosity would bring her to my door, if nothing else.
Then all I 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.
I skipped class 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 love 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. "LET. ME. IN. Now."
"OK."
The door swung open, and closed as soon as I entered.
"Boys, boys, quit your fighting. There's plenty for everybody." Amanda
ran her hands down her body as she said it, suggestively caressing her breasts.
My cock threatened to rip out of my jeans.
"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 Amanda."
"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 in one shot. 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, produced mouthwash and started gargling.
Ed just pulled his pants back on and sighed.
Nobody talked. 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 She entwined herself around me.
"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. Her hands slipped to my chest and made small
circles.
"Aah, 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."
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