Katie

By MichaelD38

Several people have asked me to repost this. I am the author, and yes this really happened. However, I posted it under a different name a few weeks back. It contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity between adults, so if reception of such things is illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for downloading is your problem.

Although this story describes actual people and events, I have done my best to disguise the locations and identities. If (by some wild coincidence) you think you know who these people are, you don't. The identifying details have all been changed.

Intelligent comments and criticisms welcomed, flames ignored.

Katie-A True Story

When I was 21 and a freshman in college at a school in Los Angeles (I started three years late due to a stint in the service), I met a girl I'll call Katie. I've wanted to write about our relationship for a long time, but couldn't quite make myself until recently. Looking back over this story now (this introduction is about the last thing I wrote), I realize that it comes off as rather disjointed and episodic, particularly the dialogue. So be it. This happened over ten years ago, and I've done the best to get down what I can remember. I could have smoothed it out with things that sounded good, but weren't necessarily accurate, but I decided that the story deserved more than that. Unless my memory is going already, everything I've written here is true, except for a few identifying details I deliberately changed.

Katie was about five-six, twenty years old, and a junior. She had blonde hair just above shoulder length, blue eyes, and a slim, athletic figure. As I later learned, she was on the swim team, and she had one of those lean, taut, swimmer's bodies, with small though firm breasts.

Katie shared a dorm room with another girl named Beth, whom I knew through a campus club that I'd joined that fall. That was how I met Katie. She had a boyfriend for the first few months I knew her, someone whom (so I heard) she had been dating for about three years. I myself had a succession of girlfriends that fall, so though I thought she was cute, I didn't bother to get to know her very well.

Just before finals, I went to a Christmas party put on by my club, and who should show up but Katie. I had just been dumped by my latest girlfriend that afternoon, so I wasn't feeling that sociable, but I got to talking to Katie that night and realized that we had a number of things in common. After I had been talking to her for about twenty minutes, another guy in the group showed up, and I realized she had come with him that night. I attempted to apologize, but it was obvious (to both me and Katie) that we had made a connection.

I ran into her again after New Years' in the dorm cafeteria, and we spent a while chit-chatting about random nonsense. Bit by bit, we began hanging out together over the next week or so.

Friday night about a month into the spring semester, we ended up in someone else's dorm room for a minor party with some of the other students we knew. We sat together on the couch for a while before I put my arm around her shoulders. She scooted a little closer to me when I did it, and leaned back against my arm.

When the party wound down, we went back to her dorm room, and within a few minutes, we were making out. Her dorm room was actually a small apartment, with a kitchen/sitting/eating area out front, and the bedroom in back. In the sitting area, she and her roommate had a futon couch (which would ultimately see a great deal of action), a few frayed dorm chairs, and a TV.

She let me feel her breasts over the T-shirt she had on that night, but we didn't go any further than that. I saw her again the next day and the next, during which a lot of making out went on, although all of the clothes stayed on.

I was beginning to think she wanted to take things very slowly, when Sunday night, she withdrew from our gridlock and sat back on the rug.

"What would think about spending the night here next Friday?"

Trying to remain cool, I answered her.

"Well, that's up to you."

"I know. But I'm not feeling pressure from you, and I think it's enough time."

I wondered what would have qualified as pressure.

"Sure. If that's what you want."

"Okay."

So that week, we spent numerous hours dry humping around her room, all the while keeping the clothes on. She let me tweak and fondle her breasts and nipples all I wanted through her bra, but nothing came off.

We talked about going out to dinner that Friday, and then coming back to the dorm for whatever was going to happen. Beth's boyfriend was coming into town that night, but they were going to be out until about nine or ten, so we worked out a schedule whereby I would call her around eight to get together.

Friday night, I called her just before eight to see what we were going to do.

"Are you ready for dinner?"

"Well, I'm not really dressed for dinner. Why don't you just come over?"

Not needing any further encouragement, I hung up and practically ran over to her room.

When I knocked on the door, she answered it smiling, wearing a dark satin robe.

"Hi."

She had set up scented candles around the room, and the futon was pulled out on the floor and made up with a set of sheets, so I figured she wasn't planning on waiting too long.

I took her in my arms and kissed her for a minute or two before opening up her robe. Under the robe, she wore a short satin camisole and lacy panties. I ran my hands over her body, feeling at last her hard little breasts free from her bra. She began pulling off my clothes as well, and pretty soon we were both naked and under the sheets.

I spent a while playing with her breasts, and sucking on her nipples, but when I tried to slide down between her thighs, she stopped me. I hoped that had to do with it being our first time, but didn't say anything about it.

Unfortunately for me, I was just nervous enough about this that I had difficulty getting a hard-on no matter how much we rolled around fondling each other. Finally, she sat up, leaned down, and took my cock into her mouth. In about thirty seconds, she had me up and ready-too ready, as it turned out. Then she leaned back, pulling me over on top of her.

It had been close to six months since I had last had sex, and the sudden stimulation she had given me took me too close to the edge. When I rolled between her legs, she reached down to guide me in. As soon as I pushed forward inside her, I lost control and came.

I tried to keep going after that, but it was no use. She pulled my head around and looked at me.

"Did you come?"

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

To her credit, Katie didn't seem to care that much, even when I rolled off in embarrassment and tried to masturbate her. She stopped me, and just lay with me for a little while. We talked about it for a few minutes, and she went out of her way to emphasize that it was all right.

In about fifteen minutes or so, I regained my erection, and we began to make love again. Trying to make up for my previous failure, I tried to do everything I could think of to get her off, working back and forth against her, rubbing the base of my cock against her clit, and various tactics like that.

It seemed to work, and soon she was moaning and writhing under me, holding me tightly. Realizing that she was coming began to loosen my control, and I imagined that I was doing it with the ugliest girl I had known in high school, trying to remember every detail of her hideous face.

The crisis passed, and I went back to work. We rolled over a few minutes later, and I let her ride me. She bounced rapidly on my cock, rubbing herself against me. I tried to help her along by playing with her nipples. After a few minutes of this, she lay down on my chest, and we rolled back over.

I soon realized that I was not going to come, and told her so. I withdrew, and we lay together for a few minutes.

"Did you come?" I asked her.

She nodded.

"Mm-hmm."

"How many?"

"About ten."

That threw me for a loop.

"Ten?"

"I have lots of little ones."

I pondered that for a while, and we held each other, fondling and chatting aimlessly. Suddenly she started, and pulled the sheets over us.

"It's Beth."

The door opened, and Beth and her boyfriend came in. Although we all knew this was going to happen, it was still pretty weird. Her boyfriend and I gave each other stupid grins, and they disappeared into the bedroom.

Once things had settled down, I began to play with her again. I started kissing and sucking on her breasts before rolling between her legs and slowly working my way down. As I had hoped, she didn't stop me. For whatever reason, she had apparently not wanted to start with oral sex.

I began licking her busily, working her clit around with my tongue. She lay there passively, only holding my hands. Her climax, when it came, was a long, deep, shudder through her body, as her hands clamped onto mine. Not quite a "little one," I thought.

I slid up to lie next to her, and she rolled over onto my chest.

"Thank you. I'll try to do the same for you."

I wondered at why she would say something like that, but wouldn't know the reason for several weeks. In any case, she slid down and took my cock back into her mouth.

Unlike the beginning of the evening, she was unable to do much with me. It felt good enough, but she was unable to get me to come, even when I suggested she use her hand to help. Finally, I pulled her off and lay her down next to me. I rolled over, pushing inside her. In a few short thrusts, I came as far into her as I could get.

She smiled up at me.

"I'm happy if you're happy."

We went to sleep after that. When we woke the next morning, I had a hard-on, and soon put it to work. Nothing came of it though, as neither of us was able to come. I stopped after about five minutes, and eventually we got up and got dressed.

That night, my father had invited us to a formal dinner, a fundraiser at which my stepmother's father had bought an entire table. Katie and I dressed up and met everyone at the hotel downtown. Katie was a little nervous, not having been to something this fancy before, and asked me for advice on what to do several times during the evening.

When we got back, Katie asked me if we could forgo sex that night. She was sore and thought she was coming down with a yeast infection. I thought the soreness had more to do with the four times we had done it the night before, but I agreed. Nevertheless, I spent the night with her, and started making out under the covers. Eventually, she stopped me, and proceeded to suck me off. This time, though it took a lot of work coordinating her mouth and hand, she did it. I finally came in her mouth after about twenty minutes. She got up to spit my come into the kitchen sink, and returned to bed.

I held for a few minutes before she started giggling.

"What?"

"I spat your spermy wormies down the drain."

I attracted a little attention the next morning walking through the dorm in a tuxedo, but accepted the obvious. Katie and I got together again that night, doing it twice on her futon.

II.

I soon learned that the two of us had very active sex drives. On average, we probably had sex at least five or six times a week, and hardly always at night. If we went out, we would go back to her room and use the futon (her roommate didn't mind and would just go into the bedroom). Quite often, she would come over to my room after class (and sometimes before), and we would use my bed. My roommate and I had rearranged the furniture to create makeshift bunk beds. My mattress was flat on the floor, pushed under the chairwell in the built-in desk at the end of the room. One end of his bed was set on top of the desk, the other on our bookcase, which we had arranged into a sort of wall dividing the room. The front end of the room we made into a sitting area with chairs and a table we stole from the lounge. The result was that, if I tucked my sheet between his mattress and box spring, my bed became a veiled compartment within which Katie and I could do whatever we wanted.

Generally when we made love, we would start out necking and fondling, then Katie would go down on me until I wanted her to stop. Then either I would go down on her or just begin making love. We would do it in the missionary position for a few minutes, then roll over, and let her get on top until she came or was ready to stop. Then we would roll over again and I would come.

I remember many of our early encounters well, though it's hard to remember the precise order that everything happened. Katie liked taking showers together after we made love, and when we were at her place, we would. She would let me fondle her all I wanted in the shower, but anything further, even oral sex, she wasn't really comfortable with. Once we made love for a long time though I was unable to get off. We finally got up and took a shower together, then went back to bed. We (or at least her) just intended to go sleep, but lying with her, I got an erection again, and rolled between her legs. She let me enter her, and lay there just holding me. This time I was able to get off, and she laughed about it.

"What brought that on?"

"I don't know."

Another afternoon, we spent a long time together in my bed with the sheet up. We made love once and lay together playing with each other. I slid between her legs and commenced licking her, tasting myself in her, but trying to ignore it. When she got off, she slid down and took my cock in her mouth. She worked on me for a while, but, getting better and better at this, got me off even though it was my second time.

For a long time, Katie would get up to spit out my come if I came in her mouth, though she never seemed to mind my doing it. We didn't talk about it, and to be honest, I didn't really care.

Then on another afternoon (also in my bed), we started making out, but she warned me that she was having her period.

"That might be kind of messy."

"It's okay. But I can still do something for you."

We undressed each other, and she was wearing a black lace bodysuit, which she let me take down to her waist. Then she slid down and began giving me head. When I came in her mouth, she climbed back up into my arms instead of getting out of bed. I saw her shiver for a second.

"What?"

She didn't answer me-she just stuck her tongue out without really looking at me. Then she lay back down without saying anything. A little later, she giggled about it.

"I swallowed them alive."

And after that, she stopped spitting out my come. She told me she had been trying to work up to it for a while, thinking I wanted her to.

Yet another night, because I had an exam the next morning, Katie just spent the night with me in my bed without doing anything. I woke up with an hour or more to spare, and Katie soon woke up as well. We began to make out and fondle each other, and I took off the T-shirt she had worn, though not her panties. After playing with her breasts for a few minutes, I sat up.

"Let me check on Steve a second."

I got up to go the bathroom, seeing that my roommate was still out cold. When I came back, I climbed over Katie and got into bed. When I got under the covers, I took her back in my arms, running my hand down her body. I discovered to my delight that she had taken her panties off while I was gone. Giggling, she pulled me on top, and I slipped inside her. I worked on her for a long time, coming from one angle, then another, and she tried to match my movements. Then we rolled over, and she came out from under the sheet.

She was now completely exposed, stark naked, and impaled on my cock, with nothing to hide us if my roommate got up. But she didn't seem to care and didn't stop. At the time, I didn't think anything of it, but looking back now, it should have made me think.

When we rolled over again, and I came inside her, we had been making love for about twenty minutes probably. I got up again, pulling on my shorts, and discovered that my roommate was now awake and reading in his bed. Maybe he heard us, maybe he didn't, but I never asked him about it.

One night after we had been going out about a month and a half, we went out to Chili's for dinner, and got to talking about our sex life, in a silly, secret sort of way. She then revealed a few interesting tidbits.

"You're the first guy who got me off by going down on me."

"Really?"

"Yep."

"Wow. Well, I guess it does take some knowledge of the female anatomy."

"You're also the first guy who came in my mouth. I wasn't ever able to do it before."

This explained a few things about how she had been acting. Then we went back to her room and went at it like rabbits.

It was that night that she first told me she loved me.

III.

We had begun to experiment with a few things as the spring went on, but hadn't gotten much further than a few unusual positions.

"Do you have any fantasies?" I asked her one night.

"I've always wanted to do it in an orchard in the spring. You know that movie Excalibur?"

"The scene where they're riding through the trees with the blossoms blowing through the air?"

"Right. I'd love to be able to do it in a place like that."

I thought about that for a moment. It might be something worth exploring, and I had an idea.

"What about you?"

"Well, don't take this the wrong way, but I've always thought about having two girls at once."

Her eyebrows went up.

"I'm not enough for you?" She was more amused than upset.

"It's not that. It's more like something to do once in your life, like climbing Mount Everest."

She seemed to think for a second.

"Would you want me do anything with the other girl?"

I hadn't thought it that far through, to be honest.

"I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with."

"I know, but would you?"

"Um. I don't know. Maybe."

"Like what?" She was grinning now.

"I don't know."

She narrowed her eyes at me.

"I'll think about it."

"You will?"

"Don't get your hopes up."

About a week later, she told me she had an idea she wanted to bounce off me.

"I told my mother about this, and she said, 'well, if you do, I'm not going to pay for it!' But she laughed about it."

"What is it?"

"What do you think?"

"I don't know."

"I want to get a nose ring."

I stopped and tried to imagine her with a pierced nose. I couldn't quite do it.

"Well?"

"I'd have to see it."

"Okay. What did you think I meant?"

"Breast implants."

She scowled at me. I knew she had always been a little self-conscious about her small breasts, though I liked them just fine.

"Do you think I should?"

"No. I like you the way you are. They would make you look fat."

"Okay. What about the ring?"

"I don't know."

A few days later, she did it anyway. It took me a while to get used to it, but I eventually decided I liked it. It gave her wholesome, girl-next-door looks a definite twist.

It was close to finals when things finally started getting serious. We were in her room, making dinner.

"Um, Jeff?"

"What?"

"What would you think about maybe getting a place together this summer?"

I had to think about that a second.

"Is that what you want? I don't know how my folks would react to that."

"Mine would be okay. You know they like you."

I had gone up to her parents' place in Fresno a few weeks before. They ran a health food store and struck me as pretty liberal.

"That might be fun."

She smiled.

"Yes, it would."

We found a little one-bedroom place down the street, not too far from the dorm. It was new and furnished, but wasn't more than we could afford. It had a small kitchen with a bar running in front of it along the entryway, and a living room, where we would set up the futon. The bedroom had a queen-sized bed though, so the futon would get comparatively little usage.

My dad wasn't exactly thrilled, and he gave me a lecture about the seriousness of living together. My stepmother liked it even less, but since I was paying for school myself from my service education fund, they couldn't do much but talk about it.

Her parents sent us a bottle of wine as a housewarming gift.

Our leases at the dorm ran out the last day of finals week, so we planned to move in that Friday. Since she was two years ahead of me, we had no classes together, but we still studied together during finals, generally lying together on the futon.

Her roommate was done with her exams on Wednesday, and went home that afternoon, so we had the place to ourselves that night. Around about nine, we were both starting to get punchy. I was thinking of calling it a night, but she had other ideas.

She dropped her psychology textbook and rolled over to look at me.

"Have you ever had anal sex?"

I couldn't resist a brief laugh at the sudden change in mood.

"No. Why?"

"I'd like to try it, but I'm scared. I'd think it would hurt too much."

"Maybe if we used a lot of lubricant or something."

"Are you interested?"

"You mean now?"

"I'm sick of studying."

"Sounds like it."

Katie had a very nice butt, and we had begun to work rear-entry sex into our routine, so the idea definitely appealed to me. But, like she said, I was concerned about hurting her.

"Stay here."

She got up and went back into her bedroom, returning a moment later with a tub of vasoline. Then we started to make out and undress each other. Thinking it would loosen her up, I went down on her, licking busily away until she came in about five minutes. Then she rolled over, and sucked on me for a few minutes until I was up.

She sat back, and opened up the tub of vasoline. She slathered it generously over my cock, then leaned forward on her hands and knees, reaching behind her to lubricate herself.

"Please be really gentle, okay?"

"I'll try."

I crawled around behind her as she leaned down on her arms, sticking her butt up at me. I rubbed my cock up and down a few times, stroking her clit with it, then moved it up to her anus. I tried to push in, but got only half an inch into her before she moved forward away from me.

"Wait. I'm sorry."

"It's okay."

She moved back, trying to stretch herself open. I attempted to penetrate her again, with the same results. Each time I only got a little way in before she pulled away.

"Does it hurt that much?"

"It's not the pain. I'm just too nervous about it. Let's just do it normal tonight. We can try again some other time."

"We shouldn't do it that way after this without washing off. You could get an infection."

She rolled over on her side, staring off at the wall in frustration.

"Why don't we take a shower?"

We got up and went back into the bathroom. In the shower, we soaped each other up thoroughly, and began kissing and fondling each other. Normally when we showered together, we had just made love, and our ardor was cooled somewhat. Tonight, we were both still horny, and my erection had not subsided. Katie soaped my hard-on up and stroked it a few times. Then she turned around, leaning against the wall and sticking her butt out.

"Let's try it like this."

I reached under to guide my cock into her, but she stopped me.

"No. The other way."

"Are you sure?"

"Just try it."

I spread some soap suds between her buttocks to be sure, and gently pushed myself up at her. She went up on her toes at first, but then slowly lowered herself down. Bit by bit, I moved inside her until I was pressed against her butt. I reached around, holding her and leaning down to her shoulder.

"Are you okay?"

She nodded, eyes closed. I took her hips in my hands, and began to move inside her. It was an unusual sensation, nothing like vaginal sex. Her sphincter squeezed down on me as I thrust in and out of her, but otherwise she hardly moved. I reached around in front of her, fondling her nipples, but when I tried to massage her clit, she pulled my hand away.

I was taking it slowly so I wouldn't hurt her, but I could tell I was going to come soon. I wasn't sure whether she was enjoying it, or whether I should try to get it over quickly. In any case, I finally came inside her after a few more minutes. Then I gently withdrew, and she turned around to hold me.

"Did you like that?" she asked me.

"Yes. Did you?"

"It did hurt, but it was good. It's a totally different feeling."

"Did you come?"

"Little ones. I'm going to be sore."

We dried off and went to bed. We made love again a little while later and then went to sleep. After that, we would occasionally have anal sex when she was in the mood, about once or twice a month, but always in the shower as we had done that night.

IV.

Moving in that Friday took only a couple of trips in my car, since about all we had to move were clothes and personal items. We celebrated by ordering a pizza, opening her parents' bottle of wine, and renting an X-rated video.

About halfway through, Katie stopped the tape and turned to me.

"What is big deal with women with their pubic hair shaved? Why do all these porn actresses do that?"

"I don't know. Maybe it just looks neater."

Katie in fact trimmed her pubic hair closely, though she did it because she was on the swim team, not for any sexual reason.

"I think it makes them look like little girls. I bet that's the real reason. They want them to all look like schoolgirls."

"That's probably part of it."

"Do you like that?"

"On some of them, it looks interesting."

She grinned at me.

"Would you want me to do that?"

"If you feel like it."

She gave me that sly glance she had, but said nothing else. Eventually the video got us hot and bothered enough that we made love on the futon watching the rest of it, then went to bed.

We spent the next day getting things arranged and buying a few items for the kitchen. That night, when I got into bed, Katie snuggled up to me, clearing wanting some attention. When I got her undressed, sure enough, I discovered that she had shaved her pubic hair. She had taken a long bath that night, and I had a feeling something was up. She giggled as I felt her bald labia.

"Do you like it?"

"Let me see."

She threw back the covers and exposed herself.

"I look about twelve years old, don't I?"

She had a very cute sex, and with her slim, taut figure, the absence of hair did make her look a lot younger. I slid down and began licking all over her newly denuded flesh. She reacted more than she usually did when I went down on her, moaning and writhing on the bed. She also came much quicker than usual, and instead of getting up after one orgasm, I stayed down, getting her off another two times before she pulled me off.

"I'm keeping it like this," she gasped when she had caught her breath.

"Really?"

"I have skin down there I never realized. It feels incredible when you do that."

When we began making love, she told me the sensations were even more intense without her pubic hair to intervene. We did it for a long time, and she eventually finished me off with her mouth.

I had not forgotten Katie's fantasy about the orchard. Near my dad's house in Pasadena was the L.A. County Arboretum, near the Santa Anita Racetrack. I had to go over to my dad's to pick some stuff up the next weekend, and I stopped by the Arboretum to see if my idea would work. I didn't find an orchard there, but I did find a rose garden enclosed by high hedges near one corner. I walked inside and looked around. There was only one entrance to the rose garden, and if we were on the ground, no one was going to see us.

But doing it in the middle of the day with other guests wandering around was riskier than I had in mind. I went back into the main office to check on their hours, and then noticed a sign: "We will be closed on Memorial Day." That was one week away.

I went back to the rose garden, and found the nearest fence. It was six feet high, with barbed wire over the top. Katie was pretty athletic, and I thought she could make it over the fence if we were careful. But the fence ran along the main street outside, and I didn't want to do this where we might be seen. I followed the fence to the nearest corner, and found that it disappeared back into a stand of eucalyptus trees. Far enough back, we wouldn't be seen jumping the fence.

I waited until the night before Memorial Day before proposing the idea.

"Do you remember your fantasy about the orchard?" I asked her at dinner.

She looked at me suspiciously.

"Why?"

"Because I found a place that might do."

She grinned.

"You're kidding. Where?"

"The L.A. County Arboretum in Arcadia. It's near my dad's house. There's this rose garden that has big hedges around it. They're closed tomorrow, and I thought we could go over really early and jump the fence."

Her eyes had gotten wide.

"And do it in the rose garden?"

"Yeah. What do you think?"

She smiled.

"I love you."

"Is that a yes?"

"Yes. I want to do it."

We got up very early the next morning and dressed in loose, easily removable clothes. Then we grabbed a couple of beach blankets and drove out to the Arboretum. We parked in the mall parking lot across the street and walked over. It was only seven a.m., and we saw almost no one around. I led her to the side fence I had found.

"You think you can make it over that? I thought we'd toss the blankets over the wire."

"I'll try."

She went first, and very gingerly, I helped her over the top, though it took her a minute or two. Then I climbed over myself and pulled the blankets down. Holding hands and trying not to giggle, we ran quickly to the rose garden.

"What do you think?"

"It's beautiful."

We laid the blankets on the ground and rapidly began getting it on. Neither of us wore underwear under our clothes, so we were quickly naked. It was a little cool, but not enough to be uncomfortable. I could tell she was getting very into it, even though we were moving fast. When I entered her, she held me tightly, thrusting herself up at me. We rolled over a minute later, and I let her ride me as I looked around at the roses. She began to come quickly, not one of her "little ones," though-one of the big ones she only had when I went down on her. She shuddered over me, digging her nails into my side. Then she fell forward, rolling over, pulling me on top of her. At that point, I released the brakes, and thrust rapidly into her. As I closed in on my own orgasm, she started to come again, another big one, and I joined her shortly thereafter. Gasping for breath, we lay in a tired heap for a few minutes.

"Wow," she finally said.

"I know."

"I've never come like that when we made love before."

"You like this?"

"I love it."

"Should we go?"

She sat up and looked around, listening. I could hear nothing but a few birds. I stood up and dared a peek over the hedges, but saw nothing.

"No. The place is deserted. Let's stay a bit longer."

"A bit longer" turned out to be over an hour, during which we made love a second time, slower and much longer than the first time. When we finally left, we had been there almost two hours.

On the trip home, she held my hand and lay against my shoulder.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I enjoyed it, too."

"It means a lot that you'd do all this for me."

"You're worth it."

"I love you."

We never went back there, neither of us wanting to push our luck, but I could tell it had made a real impression on her. Just how big an impression, though, I would discover about a month later.

As I mentioned before, Katie was on the diving team. I met some of her teammates at a few dorm parties, and we went to a couple of swim team/diving team functions that spring. It was something of a punk/surfer crowd, and Katie was hardly the only one with notable piercings. Most of the guys had shaved heads or rug cuts, and a couple of the girls wore butch haircuts.

Although she knew everyone on the team, Katie was friends with a only few of her teammates. We did go on a couple of double dates before school was over, and to a couple of team parties. I hadn't seen any of them since then, but Katie kept in touch on the phone.

About a month after our encounter in the Arboretum, during dinner one night, Katie asked me if I remembered a friend of hers on the diving team, a girl named Shelly.

"She has long brown hair, about my height. She's really cute. She was at that party in April. You met her."

"Yeah. I remember. Why?"

"She lives in Bakersfield, but she's coming back into town for the weekend. I offered to let her stay here, if that's okay with you."

"Sure. When?"

"Next weekend. I thought she could sleep on the futon."

"No problem."

Shelly showed up that Friday afternoon, and the three of us went out to dinner. Shelly had the same swimmer's build as Katie, but was otherwise completely different. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes, and an impish, elfin face. The girls spent most of the dinner joking and laughing about random stuff, but I was pretty sure I noticed Shelly giving me several appraising looks. If Katie noticed, I couldn't tell.

"Katie told me about your adventure at the Arboretum," Shelly said toward the end of dinner.

I looked at Katie, who was grinning at me.

"Oh brother."

"No, I think it's cool. I wish the guys I've dated had enough balls to do something like that."

I tried not to let my head swell.

"I'd like to do something like that again," Katie said.

"We could do it in the library at school. Or in the frozen foods section at the supermarket."

Shelly laughed, and Katie smirked at me.

We went back to the apartment and watched TV for about an hour before we all went to bed. When the lights were out, Katie rolled over next to me.

"Do you like Shelly?"

"Sure. She's nice."

"She likes you. She thinks you're so cool because of our thing in the Arboretum."

"Who else have you told about that?"

"A few people. You didn't expect me not to brag about it, did you?"

"I hadn't given it much thought."

The next day, Katie and Shelly disappeared out for a few hours, but Shelly returned to the apartment for dinner. I cooked for them, and then we watched TV. I thought I sensed something weird going on, but I wasn't sure what. A couple of times, I noticed them whispering to each other, but didn't say anything about it. True, in the back of my mind, I had been thinking "menage a trois" all weekend, but I knew I was being stupid and that nothing like that was going to happen.

A little before ten, Shelly began acting sleepy.

"Are you tired?" Katie asked.

"Yeah."

"You can go to bed if you want. We can go into the bedroom."

She looked at me.

"You mind?" But I thought I saw something else in her eyes.

"No, no problem."

"Can you make up the futon while she changes?" Katie asked.

"Sure."

I got the sheets out from the previous night, and the two of them went into the bedroom and shut the door. I made up the futon, but they were back there a lot longer than seemed necessary, almost fifteen minutes. When I got done with the bed, I sat down and turned the TV back on.

Finally, the door to the bedroom opened. They came out together, both wearing bathrobes and both grinning at me. Something was going on, and my heart was immediately beating faster in my chest.

"I have a little surprise for you," Katie said.

"Uh."

"Do you remember a while back, when you told me what your fantasy was, and I told you I would think about it?"

My jaw was agape, and I don't think I was able to answer her.

"Well, I did think about it, and after what you did for me last month, I wanted to do something for you. I talked to Shelly, and she was willing to do it. So, just for tonight, you get to have us both."

And with that, they untied their bathrobes and let them fall to the floor. Both of them were naked underneath.

Katie reached down and shut off the TV, then pulled me to my feet. Together, she and Shelly began taking off my clothes. I was still in shock, and I wasn't sure what I was supposed-or allowed-to do. They pulled me down to the futon, and the three of us began kissing and fondling each other. Little by little, as I realized Katie wanted me to enjoy it, I loosened up and allowed myself to kiss and explore Shelly's body.

As I lay on my back, they let me suck on their breasts. I used my hands to stroke their buttocks, and between their legs, noting that Shelly had trimmed her pubic hair as Katie used to before she started shaving.

I wanted, eventually, to have sex with Shelly, but I thought it would be better to start on Katie. I rolled over, getting her between me and Shelly, and lay beside her kissing and feeling her. Shelly watched us for a moment, but while I was kissing Katie, I felt her moving closer to us. Katie tensed up at the same time, and looked down to see Shelly licking Katie's nipple.

I looked back at Katie, who smiled at me nervously. She pulled my head down and whispered in my ear.

"Shelly is bi-. That's what you wanted, right?"

I looked down at her, trying to get a grip on my shock and nervousness. Shelly looked up at me and smiled. I nodded quickly, lest Katie think I was upset about it, rather than just shocked. Then Katie smiled and pulled me close, kissing my neck.

When she let me go, I slid down and began licking Katie's other nipple. Shelly seemed to get a kick out of my shock, and reached down to feel between Katie's legs. She fingered her for a few seconds, then crawled down to lick her as she looked up at me to watch my reaction.

Still not believing what I was seeing, I moved down to watch as closely as I could get. I could see her running her tongue all over Katie, then flicking her clit back and forth. She looked up at me repeatedly, grinning at the probable dumb look on my face. Katie was laying back, eyes closed. I took one of her hands in mine, and she squeezed it.

Eventually, Shelly pulled back to let me lick Katie myself, and crawled up to suck on her breasts. In a minute or so, Katie began to shudder in orgasm, holding both of us closely.

When Katie was done, I rolled Shelly on her back and started licking her too. Katie sat up and watched us, nervously playing with Shelly's breasts. I wasn't sure what she was going to do, but Shelly started running her hand through Katie's hair, and Katie finally leaned down to lick Shelly's nipples. She looked down at me as she did it, finally managing a smile.

A few minutes later, as I kept licking Shelly, Katie slid down further to watch me.

"Do you want me to do that?"

"Only if you want to."

Not looking at me now, she crawled over Shelly's leg, and I got out of the way. Very tentatively, she started working on Shelly, who reached down to grip Katie's hair. I could still not believe any of this was happening. Not once had Katie ever shown any inclination toward bisexuality, and I know now that she wasn't-she was only doing it for me, though she claimed to have enjoyed it afterward.

But her lack of experience didn't stop her, and Shelly came after a few minutes of Katie's attentions. Shelly pulled both of us up and kissed us deeply.

We let Shelly rest a minute, then the two of them went down on me, alternating mouths every few seconds. I didn't want to come like that yet, though, so I stopped them when I started getting close.

I wanted to start with Katie, but she wanted me to do it with Shelly first. So Shelly laid back, and I got on top of her as Katie kissed me a few times.

"It's okay if you come," she whispered. "We have all night."

I thrust into Shelly, feeling her roll underneath me. I was still a little worried about Katie's feelings, so I tried to keep it basic. It was, nevertheless, a tremendous thrill to get to have sex with this cute girl I'd just met. I did what I usually did with Katie, which was roll over and let her get on top after a few minutes. She got herself off that way, then I rolled over, and let myself go. I came into her after about five minutes, as Katie watched us and stroked my back with her hand.

We lay together for about ten or fifteen minutes after that, resting and playing with each other.

"Were you surprised?" Katie asked me.

"A little."

They laughed.

"I wish you could have seen your face," Shelly said. She mimicked me with my jaw halfway to my chest, and they laughed again.

"I never really thought you'd be willing to do this," I said to Katie.

"I wanted to do something for you. And, to be honest, it was something I'd thought about doing now and then. Shelly was the one I thought of when you brought it up. She was the only one I could think of who would be willing to do it."

Shelly shrugged.

"I've done it before. A couple of boyfriends ago." She glanced at Katie, smiling. "I told her about it once. So she knew."

Eventually we started making out again, and Shelly brought me back to erection with her mouth. Then I rolled onto Katie, and we made love for about fifteen minutes, although I was unable to come that way. Finally we stopped, and the two of them got me off orally. I deliberately held myself off until I could come in Katie's mouth, just in case it might bother her if it had been Shelly.

After that, the three of us got up and showered together, somehow squeezing into the small tub. The futon was too small for all of us, so we climbed into our bed to go to sleep, or so I thought.

Shelly proved not to be completely sated, and was soon reaching around under the covers fondling both of us. She soon had me erect again, and stroked my cock slowly.

"Let me do both of you at once," she said.

"What do you mean?" Katie asked.

She had Katie lay back against the headboard, and knelt between her legs to lick her. She had me stand at the end of the bed and enter her from behind. I got to have sex with her and watch her get Katie off at the same time. I wasn't sure I could get off myself, but watching her doing Katie turned out to be enough. She still brought Katie to orgasm twice before I was able to come inside her for the second time that night.

I thought, then, that we were done, but Katie apparently wanted to return the favor, and went down on Shelly as I lay next to them watching and playing with Shelly's breasts. When Shelly finally came, we crawled under the covers and went to sleep together in a big ball.

Shelly went home the next day, and though Katie and I never did anything like that again, it proved to be one of our more enjoyable encounters together. She did seem a little conflicted about it afterward, so I tried to bury her in thanks and ensure her that it hadn't affected any of my feelings for her. Ultimately, she was able to look back and joke about it, asking me now and then if I would like to watch her have sex with some girl or another she happened to see.

VI.

Nothing stays the same forever, and what I had with Katie was maybe too good to last all that long. When I met her, she was pretty much the small-town girl, but as I knew her, she began to experiment more and more. I don't know how much of it was me, and how much was just her evolving, but the nose ring, the shaving of her pubic hair, and the threesome with Shelly proved to be only the beginning. At first, I enjoyed it

She got her navel pierced about a month after our thing with Shelly, and started wearing short T-shirts to show it off. I liked it, but didn't give much thought to what it might mean. Katie decided that she didn't like the way her abdomen looked, and we finally started exercising together as she had suggested a few times that spring. Eventually, she lost a few pounds around her middle (the remnants of her "freshman fifteen," though I think it was five or six at most in her case), and looked even better than she had before.

Then, one night that summer, while we were watching TV, she shut off the sound during a commercial.

"Would you care if I got my nipples pierced?"

"Are you serious?"

"I'm just thinking about it."

"That would have to hurt like hell."

"I'm sure it does. But I like my navel ring so much that I want to get some other stuff done."

We talked about it a few more times that week, and by the weekend, she had decided to go ahead and do it. I accompanied her back to the place where she had gotten her navel pierced, and watched nervously (and somewhat jealously) as this guy stuck a ring through each of her nipples. She got very pale as he did it, practically cracking the bones in my hand as she held onto me, but handled it well enough. The piercings healed in a few weeks, and both of us really liked the way it looked.

After that, I wasn't completely surprised when she proposed getting her clit pierced in August. It left her quite sore for a long time, and I had to be content with oral sex for about a month. When it healed, though, she claimed it made sex for her much better than it had been before.

Katie's twenty-first birthday was that summer, and we started going clubbing after that. She liked to wear rather revealing clothes, not that I minded that much at the time, and liked to show off her navel ring.

One night just before school started, we went out with her wearing a short blouse, no bra under it, and a chain running from each nipple ring through the navel ring. She got, as you can imagine, a lot of attention doing it. The dance floor was split-level, and we were dancing on the upper level, when a couple of guys down below started yelling to her about the chain-stuff like "let's see it!" She looked at me, laughing, and then turned to them and lifted up her blouse. They went nuts, but I wasn't very happy about it.

When we got back that night, we got into a big fight about it. She didn't think it was any big deal, but I didn't like the idea of her exposing herself. She brought up our threesome with Shelly, claiming that I had no business getting possessive on her after she had let me have sex with her friend. And so on. I ended up spending the night on the couch.

She came out the next morning and apologized to me, claiming that she didn't want me to be mad at her, and wouldn't do it again. But we started talking about it, and she still insisted that I should be more flexible-again, she compared it to the thing with Shelly, which I had a hard time defending against. Eventually we just let it drop without really resolving the issue. I thought she had gotten my point, but I soon found out that she hadn't.

About a month later, she very gingerly broached the idea of entering an amateur strip contest at a topless bar near our school. I went ballistic about it, and we got into another big fight. She browbeat me, again, with the Shelly thing, claiming that I owed her something for that.

"I thought you did it because of the Arboretum."

"I did. But it's not the same."

I finally gave in, seeing that, for whatever bizarre reason, she really wanted to do this. I think now that it might have been a self-esteem problem. She hadn't been a very attractive or popular child, and now that she had come out of her shell, she was going to the opposite extreme.

My not going to watch her wasn't an available option, so I went, thought it made me sick to do it. She didn't win-her breasts were just too small, to be frank, and she was competing against a lot of silicone-but she got plenty of cheers and applause for her piercings. She was totally jazzed the rest of the night, hugging me and laughing about it until we got home. I tried to put on a good face for her sake, but she finally realized that I hadn't enjoyed it, and, once again, we got into a massive fight. She was an adult, she could do what she wanted, I had no right to stop her after Shelly, et cetera. Then she got all upset and cried, saying she didn't want to fight like this, that she loved me and didn't want to lose me. We ended up making love furiously on the kitchen floor.

I've spent a lot of time over the last ten years running what happened with Katie through my head. The first half of our relationship, that spring with her and the first few months we lived together, was one of the happiest times of my life. I loved her; maybe I still do. But the person I loved changed into someone I didn't recognize.

What hurts the most is the sense that I was a hypocrite about it. I had gone to plenty of topless bars when I was in the service, and even tried to pick up on a few of the dancers. She had a point about Shelly, too. If she was willing to let me have sex with her friend, if she was willing to have sex with another girl for me even if she wasn't really bisexual, I should have been understanding about her need to exhibit herself, whatever the reason. But I was only 22 then, and I lacked the maturity and hindsight I have now. All I could think of was that I didn't want other guys looking at my girlfriend's breasts.

She entered the second strip contest without telling me about it until the day before. At that point, I was too tired of fighting about it, and told her to do whatever she wanted. The next day was extraordinarily strained, and she left by herself about eight o'clock. I sat up watching TV, not knowing what I was supposed to think. I finally went into the bedroom, and lay for a long time with my head buried under my pillow.

She got back about one a.m. I remember that she smelled like sweat and cigarette smoke. She sat down on the bed and put her hand on my back.

"Are you awake?"

"Yes."

"I won third place. Fifty bucks."

"Great."

She didn't say anything after that, and I pulled my head out from under the pillow to see that she was crying. I wanted to hold her, to do something to solve this problem, but I couldn't.

"Why can't you understand that this means something to me?" she cried.

"I don't know. I only know that I don't like it."

She eventually got up and took a shower. We went to bed without saying anything else.

We didn't talk much the next day. Finally, at dinner, she broke the ice, clearly trying to keep from crying.

"If you can't deal with this, I think we should take a break."

"Break up?"

"Just to see if we can figure it out."

I didn't know what there was to figure out, but I agreed. We moved out of the apartment that week and back into the dorm, although I had no choice about the rooms because it was so late, and I got a lousy one in the freshman section.

It was too painful for me to stay in touch with her much after that, but I ran into her all too frequently. In October she started working in a topless bar, and that more or less killed any remaining chance we had to get back together. I tried to be friendly with her, but it was just too hard.

I saw her a few more times, until I transferred to another school at the end of that year (I wasn't transferring because of her, but I might not have done had we still been dating). When I saw her in March, I realized with a shock that she had gotten breast implants. I had to admit they looked good, but she was simply no longer the person I had known. We attempted some painful small talk before walking off in opposite directions.

I never saw her again after that, and I don't know what happened to her. She was due to graduate that last spring, but I didn't ask her what she planned on doing. For a long time, I thought about trolling the topless bars in the Valley to find her, but my pride wouldn't let me do it-and I was secretly afraid that my search might actually succeed.

I often wonder now what became of her. Maybe she kept stripping after she got out of school. Maybe she stopped and got a normal job. Maybe, God forbid, she got into the porn industry.

I wonder also if she would have gotten the stripping out of her system had I stood by her for a few months. I wonder if our breaking up was what propelled her into it full-time, or if my eager acceptance of her earlier experimentation-Shelly and the piercings-made her think I would be able to deal with what came next. All I can hope is that she found whatever it was she was looking for, and that it didn't take too much out of her.

I haven't rented an adult video or been into a strip joint since then, though I often had when I was in the service. What happened with Katie destroyed my ability to get anything out of pornography or exotic dancing. I can't see the models as sex objects anymore-I see them as people like Katie. I don't pretend to insist that every topless dancer has some emotional problem, but neither can I ignore the possibility anymore. It just makes me think of Katie, and makes me wonder if there's someone like me in the background, someone who lost a person they loved to that business.

I admit that there's more than a little irony in my claiming to be repulsed by pornography in a story containing so much explicit sex. All I can say is that writing this story has helped me unload a lot of emotional baggage. Maybe writing so explicitly about what I did with Katie was a way of reclaiming the good sex we had in the beginning from the bad sex that ultimately ended it. Maybe I also wanted to show you-if you've gotten this far-that there are real people behind the pixels on your screen.

I'm one of them. One of the others might well be Katie. Keep that in mind the next time you're downloading something to beat off to.