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------ begin intro ------

	SIBLINGS -- Chapter Outline



	[Birthdates: 6 Jan 1955 & 6 Jan 1956]

Prologue: Addressed to Grace.

Chapter 1: 1967 / me 12, her 11 -- [EARLY YEARS, part 1] General
background; street fight to rescue her.

Chapter 2: 1968 / me 13, her 12 -- [EARLY YEARS, part 2] She has her first
period.

Chapter 3: 1969 / me 14, her 13 -- [EARLY YEARS, part 3] First kiss &
realization of deep emotional commitment.

Chapter 4: 1970 / me 15, her 14 -- [EARLY YEARS, part 4 / OPENING MOVES]
First real sexual contact; mutual masturbation; oral sex.

Chapter 5: 1971 / me 16, her 15 -- [EARLY YEARS, part 5 / PATTY] Her bad
date & my revenge; her afternoon with Patty.

Chapter 6: 1972 / me 17, her 16 -- [FIRST TIME / DRIVE-IN / SHOWERS] Our
first fuck; sex shared with others; experimental water sports.

Chapter 7: 1973 / me 18, her 17 (my freshman year) -- [MARTA] Weekend with
Marta, Gary, & Alice.

Chapter 8: 1974 / me 19, her 18 (my sophomore year, her freshman year) --
[to be called *FAMILY*] We set up housekeeping for ourselves.

Chapter 9: 1975 / me 20, her 19 (my junior year, her sophomore year) -- [to
be called *TRANSITIONS*] Our parents are killed; we have only each other now.

Chapter 10: 1976 / me 21, her 20 (my senior year, her junior year) -- [to
be called *CRISIS*] Alex's personal crisis: She meets a guy and falls in
love; I decide to let her go if necessary, though the decision is very
painful. She discovers she'd rather have me than him. I graduate and we
decide I should do my M.A. the following year; perhaps my career is in
teaching.

Chapter 11: 1977 / me 22, her 21 (my graduate work, her senior year) --
[CONNIE] First fateful meeting with Connie, out of town.

Chapter 12: 1978 / me 23, her 22 -- [EXTENDED FAMILY {"Connie 2"}] We go
out into the world, sort of, working in Berkeley; Connie makes it a
permanent three-way arrangement.

Chapter 13: 1979 / me 24, her 23 -- [to be called *SPRING WEDDING*] Alex
and Connie sit me down to discuss the family situation; Connie explains
that she can't have children. They convince me that Connie and I should
marry, for the record and to cover ourselves with the world. And Alex and I
will have a child, to be explained publicly as an adopted niece; Connie
will be the "second mother." Grace is conceived mid-April 1979.

Chapter 14: 1980 / me 25, her 24 -- [to be called *AND THEN WE WERE FOUR*]
Grace is born, 10 Jan 1980.

	[...segue...]

Chapter 15: 1991 / me 36, her 35, Grace 12 -- [...NO TITLE YET... {grace1}]
Background of Grace's upbringing.

Chapter 16: 1992 / me 37, her 36, Grace 13 -- [...NO TITLE YET... {grace2}]
Grace's first carefully considered sexual contact with us.

Chapter 17: 1993 / me 38, her 37, Grace 14 -- [to be called *CONSUMATION*]
Grace's first sex with us; similarities and differences between that and my
early experiences with Alex. Some sobering decisions.



That's it, folks. That's the plan. Bracketed all-caps are working chapter
(or section) titles, under which completed chunks have been posted. BUT NOT
ALL CHAPTERS HAVE BEEN COMPLETED! Anything listed as "to be called" exists
only in outline form or rough first draft! So *please* don't email me to
ask "where's the rest of the novel?" What you've seen posted is what I've
completed. Or, "when are you going to finish it?" This is *my* story and
I'm writing it as I get it worked out. It may not be finished in this
decade -- hell, maybe not in this lifetime! -- but I'll post each section
when I think it's ready to be taken out in public. Keep in mind that this
particular piece of work is as much therapy as anything; where the
slightly-fictionalized fact tapers off and the pure fantasy-wish
fulfillment takes over is up to you to determine, but I have my reasons for
doing it this way. (And yes, my sister approves completely....)

Michael K. Smith

------ end intro ------

[NOTE: From Chap 7 of the "Siblings" novel; set 1973; he's 18, she's 17.]

[Author's Note: I know it's been some time, but this is from an all-new
chapter of SIBLINGS -- Chapter 7, set in 1973; Michael is 18 and Alex is
17. If you went to Berkeley when I did -- before 1973, actually, way back
when tuition was still free -- you'll note some minor name changes and
geographical rearrangements. Call it poetic license. The other three main
characters are based more or less loosely on people I knew rather well...
though not so well as in this installment. But if any of you guys recognize
yourselves, drop me a line!]




                                     	MARTA
                              	by Michael K. Smith



	In April of my senior year, I was accepted at UC-Berkeley, pending my
final grades. Cal was always my first -- practically my only -- choice and
I would have been crushed had I *not* been admitted. But I knew my grades
and interviews were far more than adequate, so I wasn't unduly nervous
about it. Our family, or various combinations of its members, had been
making the run down to the Bay Area, less than a hundred miles to the
south, at least five or six times a year for as long as I could remember.
	I knew the Berkeley campus pretty well, the bookstores and hang-outs along
Telegraph, the view from the hills above the campus,... and I had long been
infatuated with the Golden Gate, and Muir Woods, and Sausalito, and
Telegraph Hill, and Golden Gate Park, and-- well, anything and everything
about S.F. and the Bay. Alex felt much the same way but it took me a few
days to understand why she wasn't as pleased as I was about my acceptance.
That was embarrassing -- that I had ignored the obvious fact that my going
off to school would separate us for the first time in our lives.
	It seemed easy enough when I first considered it. It wasn't like I was
going off to Harvard or Columbia. I would be only a couple hours' drive
away and we would be seeing each other regularly. And it was a given that
Alex would attend Cal as well.
	But then it began to sink in: She wouldn't be there in the morning in that
ratty tee shirt, brushing her teeth with her hair in her eyes. She wouldn't
be kissing me good night before going to bed. No soft, warm body to snuggle
up to. No private jokes to laugh at and puzzle our parents and friends
with. No simple, comforting presence for either of us when we needed
psychological support. No more Upstairs. That would be the worst part -- a
whole year without my closest companion, my very best friend. I certainly
couldn't call home every day just to talk to Alex; eyebrows would be raised
and neither of us could afford it anyway.
	As the day approached when I would have to leave for freshman orientation,
my mental turmoil grew. I was both excited and apprehensive about starting
college and I was growing increasingly depressed about leaving Alex behind.
As it turned out, she accompanied me down to Berkeley instead of our folks.
Dad had to fly to L.A. for an unexpected business meeting and Mother's
arthritis was especially bad. Both of them were sincerely apologetic, but I
was delighted. My sister would have to drive down with me to bring the car
back.
	Alex pretended to barely manage to conceal her annoyance at having to
perform this chore, for our folks' benefit; she laughed delightedly when we
got back Upstairs and kissed me energetically. We would have a few more
hours together after all.


	That Friday morning in early August, we crammed the last of my stuff into
the station wagon and set off. And as soon as we got past the city limits,
Alex had me stop at a Dairy Queen. I wondered what she was up to when she
disappeared into the restroom with her duffel bag purse over her shoulder,
but I should have guessed. Sure enough, when she returned her jeans and
sweatshirt had been replaced by a low-slung pair of tight, very short
cutoffs and a high-cropped tee shirt; her bra had also disappeared and her
fiery hair was pulled back in a bouncy ponytail.
	When she entered the place, she'd gotten a glance or two from the
regulars; when she left, heads swivelled on all sides and I'm sure several
male shins were booted by female feet.
	Back on the road, Alex cuddled up to me, an arm around my neck and a hand
caressing my crotch. It wasn't easy to concentrate on my driving. After a
few miles, she grinned and lay down on the seat, out of sight of other
drivers, and slowly unzipped my jeans. Her warm hand prowled around inside
my shorts until my cock was ready to escape its confines all by itself.
Then she popped it out and stroked the shaft lightly with her finger tips.
	"Jeez, Alex!" I squirmed -- I couldn't help it.
	"What do you want me to do, Michael?" She put her cheek against my thigh,
almost under the steering wheel, and continued to torture the head of my
cock. She wanted explicit instructions: We both found that very erotic at
times.
	"Suck on my penis, Alexandra. Get as much of it in your mouth as you can.
Fuck your mouth with my cock until I come, and swallow *all* of it. Don't
lose a drop -- it'll have to hold us both for awhile." I flipped up the
bottom of her tee shirt to expose one perfect breast, which I cupped and
squeezed gently.
	She inhaled my organ in one slurp and it slid down her throat. Her lovely
lips teased my pubic hair. Then she began pumping slowly, sliding the shaft
wetly in and out and squeezing my balls. I tugged and squeezed her breast
in the same rhythm, stretching her nipple like I was trying for milk.
Alex's other hand moved between her legs and rubbed the crotch seam of her
shorts; I knew she wore no panties. It was too bad I had to keep one hand
on the wheel, I thought, as I sucked in between my teeth.
	The drive to the beginning of the populated areas on the north side of the
Bay only took about ninety minutes and Alex consumed more than half of that
working slowly and surely on my cock. I neared orgasm several times, but
she immediately backed off until I had subsided a little.
	"Alex," I pleaded, "have a heart! We've going to have to stop this in a
few minutes. If you don't finish me off pretty soon I'm going to be
physically trapped behind this wheel!"
	She laughed around the cock filling her mouth -- a strange sensation --
and went to work again. But this time she pulled out all the stops,
plunging up and down, tugging at my balls, and making whimpering sounds in
the back of her throat. In less than a minute, I came like a geyser,
shooting what felt like pints of semen down my sister's throat. Her Adam's
apple bobbed as she swallowed and tightened her mouth around the base of my
cock, pushing it in as far as she could. She had mastered the technique,
and it never failed to empty my reservoir. Then she slowly disengaged, her
squeezing hand just behind her moving lips, sucking the last drop from my
twitching penis. She stroked with her hand a few more times and sucked
strongly on the head, and she poked the tip of her little tongue into the
small hole to tease out the last drops of juice. She really *didn't* lose a
drop.
	She zipped me up as we headed for the off-ramp, and smoothed back her hair
and adjusted her skimpy shirt. She knew what I was thinking, too.
	"You wanted to fuck, didn't you?" She smiled longingly. "There'll be lots
of other times for that, Michael. This was my present to you." Then she
playfully poked her tongue in my ear and the car nearly went into the ditch.


	I knew where Sutter Tower was and I already had my room assignment. At
least it was in one of the newer dorms, a ten-story high-rise, and I was in
a four-man suite on the eighth floor. Freshmen, apparently, were "exiled"
to the upper floors because of the longer wait at the elevator, but I
preferred being higher up, hopefully with a view.
	Parents and friends milled around the Sutter parking lot, helping students
haul their gear up to their rooms. Returning students waved and hollered at
friends, and small children got in everyone's way.
	As I eased into a parking space, Alex peered out the back window and then
suddenly turned back to me. "Michael! I just thought of something!" She
gripped the arm I was trying to turn the wheel with. "I don't want to be
your sister down here -- okay? I want to be your girlfriend. Your *steady*
girl." I'm sure I gave her an odd look because she gestured vaguely to the
milling crowd. "I don't want to have to spend all my time beating *them*
off. And you *know* that's what would happen. And no one knows us down here!"
	She smiled and I knew she was right: It was bees-and-honey time with her
around, especially when she was dressed like that. I reached out and
touched the pearl ring on her right finger; I'd given it to her for
Christmas because, to me, the pearl symbolized the shiny, wet little bud at
the heart of her.
	"That ring means we're going *very* steady, then." She nodded. "And it'll
be nice for you to be only my best girl *somewhere*. We won't have to
pretend -- if we're careful." She glowed and squeezed my hand.
	Alex climbed out and rubbernecked while I went back and opened the
tailgate. During the ten seconds that required, at least half a dozen guys
homed in on her. "Are you a freshman?" "What's your major?" "What dorm are
you in?" Alex gave them all a brilliant smile; whatever she might say, she
still loved attention and flattery, at least up to a point. I slid my arm
around her bare waist and she stuck one hand in my back pocket; the message
was obvious but I made it as friendly as I could.
	"Sorry, guys, but the lady is spoken for. I'm the new one here; she has
another year of high school to go. My name's Smith, by the way: Mike
Smith." I stuck out my hand and they all shook it. I looked at my sister.
Keep it simple, I thought. "This is Alex -- Alex Smith, as a matter of
fact, but that's just a coincidence. She's a very distant cousin." They
were much quicker to shake her hand.
	Then I excused the two of us so we could lug my gear up to my room. A
couple of the loiterers promptly volunteered to help, no doubt drawn by
Alex's long legs and skimpy shirt. That was okay with me, if it helped get
my footlocker and assorted cartons up to the eighth floor, because it took
forever to get an elevator. One of the guys mentioned that it was much
easier to haul stuff up the stairwell three or four flights, and then catch
an elevator there. Alex played the game, too, wiggling her ass a little on
the stairs for the benefit of our ad hoc porters.
	The rooms in Sutter Tower were smaller than I had hoped but actually
larger than I had expected: Two guys in a room about the size of my large
bedroom at home, sharing a small bathroom with two more guys on the other
side. The older dorms, I knew, had communal "Shit, shave, and shower"
facilities at each end of each floor.
	Parents and returning students swarmed over the building and I saw a
number of other whispered conversations in which couples were obviously
making arrangements to meet once their families had left. It was going to
be a long year.
	There were already boxes stacked on one of the beds, so my roommate
apparently was around someplace. We met on the third and last trip
upstairs. Alex and I were alone, our volunteers having departed at their
own floors.
	A rather small guy who looked about sixteen stood in the middle of the
room with a 12- inch black and white TV under one arm, scanning the
built-in shelves for a place to hook it up. He turned to greet me as I
dumped the last carton on the floor and sat on the bed to catch my breath.
He put out his free hand and introduced himself as Gary Ivy, of Seattle.
Then Alex entered the room with shirts on coat hangers slung over her
shoulder, and his tongue seemed to stick to the roof of his mouth. Alex
smiled at him under her lashes and arched her back. She was really enjoying
this! When I introduced her as "my girl," Gary nearly dropped his TV in his
hurry to shake her hand.
	"You're both named 'Smith'?"
	"Coincidence. There're a lot of Smiths around." I could see this was going
to become a stock explanation. Well, that also made it sound more credible,
in a left-handed sort of way.
	Gary went looking for an extension cord and I had a few last minutes alone
with my sister. I nuzzled her throat and she squeezed the nape of my neck.
There really wasn't anything more that needed to be said. We both knew just
how much we would miss each other's casual but daily presence.
	"I love you, Michael," she said softly, and swallowed.
	"Alex, I love you more than anything in the world." It was difficult to
speak around the growing lump in my throat and I was blinking back tears.
It felt like we were saying farewell forever instead of goodbye for a few
weeks. "I'll walk you down to the car," I added.
	"No -- I'd just cry all the way downstairs." She touched my cheek just as
Gary came back into the room; he glanced at us and discretely turned his
back as I kissed Alex for what would be the last time for an unbearable
three months. Then she grabbed her purse and hurried out of the room. I
folded my arms and stared at the floor, willing myself not to cry.
	Gary had been fishing behind his bed for the electrical outlet. Now he sat
up on the bed and smiled tentatively. "Very nice," he said admiringly.
	I gave him a look that could only be interpreted as "Watch it." I wasn't
in the mood to deal with smartass remarks.
	He shrugged. "Hey, man, I was just complimenting you on your taste in
girlfriends."
	He was right and I was being oversensitive, taking offense where there was
none. "Yeah, I know -- sorry about that," I replied apologetically, and
sighed. "But we've been together for quite awhile now, and I'm really going
to miss seeing her everyday." I sighed again and Gary nodded in sympathy.
	"I assume that means you won't be dating? More for me, I guess."
	I smiled; Alex and I had discussed this at some length. "No, I'll be
dating all right -- and so will she. But just socially, and for sex.
Neither of us could be celibate for three days in a row... but sex isn't
the same as love."
	My new roommate raised an eyebrow and then shrugged again. "Well, it
should be an interesting experiment, anyway." He said it straightfaced but
with a snap in his glance that made me grin. Maybe we'd get along after all.


	*  *  *  *  *


	That first week, the campus was mostly freshmen being herded from
classroom to dorm to library to the stadium to orientation meetings. We all
knew we'd better be able to hit the ground running when classes began, but
we were also getting tired and bored listening to memorized lectures from
equally bored grad students, and from reading handouts. A couple of times I
was able to sit next to some nice-looking girl or other, and I got return
smiles, but that was all.
	The last two days, we divided up by college or professional school and the
groups were much smaller. We paid closer attention, too. Even if you
changed your major, you generally stayed in the same school -- engineering,
or fine arts, or whatever.
	I was starting out as a history major. What I *thought* I wanted to be, at
that early point, was an archaeologist. But I knew what a long haul that
would be, so I wasn't going to limit my options too severely. Geology for
my lab science, German for my language, advanced placement English Comp,
U.S. history (which I had to have anyway), and Art History -- which would
be a less demanding class (I hoped) and was also appropriate for
archaeology. And P.E., which was swimming, naturally, to be replaced by
track in the spring. If my other grades were good enough, I intended to try
out for junior varsity in both sports.
	Gary, I discovered, was a fledgling journalist. "Print, not television,"
he always added. Having been active in journalism myself my last two years
of high school, I understood what an iffy career *he* was letting himself
in for. Journalism was almost as tough as show business when it came to
making a living. And he managed to get into bowling for his P.E.
requirement -- the least athletic sport he could find, I thought, until I
found he had brought along his own well-worn bowling ball and a couple of
small but impressive trophies. I discovered he was a pretty fair swimmer,
too, though he was too small for competition.
	Freshmen were pre-registered so I had very little say about my class
schedule. I was pleased to get swimming at 8:00 in the morning; I was an
early riser when I had reason to be. Too bad P.E. wasn't coed.


	Geology lab took up most of Wednesday afternoon and that was where I
finally lucked out. I had spotted an interesting little blonde with bright
blue eyes and long lashes the very first day of lecture and I made a point
of grabbing a seat in the same row. It turned out there were only three
girls among the forty students in my lab section, and I had gotten one of
them. The graduate T.A. in charge of the lab section told us to sit where
we wanted to stay for the rest of the term so he could make up a chart. The
other two girls obviously were already buddies and grabbed one of the
two-person lab tables for themselves. The little blonde looked around
uncertainly; two or three male students were bearing down on her with fixed
grins.
	I appeared at her elbow, smiled, and said politely, "Would you care to
join me? I think you're about to be 'sharked'."
	At that point, one of the sharks made up her mind by leering down at her.
"Hey, babe, why doncha work at my table? I can tell you *all* about rocks...."
	She shot him a distasteful glare and set her books on the thick, black
work surface beside mine. I introduced myself and held out my hand. She
shook it carefully. "I'm Marta Petersen," she added a bit shyly. Then she
moved around to the other side of the lab table and climbed up on the stool.
	I nodded, took my own seat, and turned my full attention to the T.A., who
was beginning to drone. I took notes, Marta took notes, and we paid no
further attention to each other -- not overtly, anyway. And at the end of
the lab session, I turned back to her as if by afterthought and said "See
you next Wednesday!" She smiled and gave me a little half-wave. It was a
start.
	Just outside the dorm that first Wednesday, I found Gary standing under a
tree in animated conversation with a small, slender, serious-looking female
with short black hair. The girl had two cameras draped across the front of
her "Washington Post" sweatshirt like bandoliers. A large gadget bag was
propped against her shin. I caught my roommate's eye and he grinned
moronically and motioned me over. When he introduced us I could have sworn
for a moment that he said the girl's name was "Alex"... and my mind seized
up. An instant later I realized it was "Alice" -- Alice DiNotti. I hoped
neither of them had noticed my reaction.
	"She's a photographer," Gary added happily. As if I hadn't noticed.
	"Photojournalist," she corrected him. "Print, not television."
	Of course, I thought. "Nice to meet you," I said and she nodded slightly,
very businesslike. Her demeanor didn't seem to go with her delicate, pretty
face and her smooth Mediterranean complexion.
	"I'm going on up; see you at supper," I added for Gary's benefit. He
didn't even hear me, his attention being refocused on Alice the
Photojournalist. Smitten, obviously.
	Gary and Alice went everywhere together after that -- at first, always
apparently involved in intense discussion, but later holding hands and
exchanging long, meaningful gazes. I suspected neither of them had had many
romantic involvements in high school. One could never tell whether
something like this would become permanent but I was happy for them, since
they were so obviously happy for themselves.
	Meanwhile, I was taking my time becoming better acquainted with Marta
Petersen. We had ended up sitting three seats apart in the lecture hall and
by the sixth week of the term the two intervening seats were empty, their
occupants having dropped the course. I moved one seat closer to Marta; the
next session, I was delighted when she moved over into the remaining seat,
next to me.
	In the first four or five weekly lab sessions, we had mutually and
gradually broken the ice. I was careful to remain pleasant and casually
friendly, and not to come on to her at all, so her defenses quickly
relaxed. We now chatted amiably in lab while waiting for an experiment to
cook. And though we sometimes hunched over the microscope shoulder to
shoulder, her long, fine hair brushing my hand as I took notes on her
observations of mineralization, I restrained my growing lust.


	By mid-October, I had developed the habit of strolling down Telegraph
Avenue one afternoon a week. It was a fascinating place. Every kind of shop
you could imagine -- and blanket vendors on the curb selling goods I would
*never* have imagined. The Sixties were dead and gone, but these folks
would never admit it. Telegraph was the place to meet people, and to be
seen, as well: Berkeley's own Casbah.
	One Friday I was working my way downslope, admiring handmade sandals and
amber jewelry, and carved wooden figures being created on the spot by an
intent young man wielding a Barlow knife. I felt a finger poke me lightly
in the back as I stood watching the woodcarver and moved over a few inches,
to get out of someone's way. But then the finger prodded me again in the
same spot and I felt a body very close behind me. Now what?
	I peered over my shoulder in time to see a familiar blonde head, six
inches shorter than me, sidling quickly the other way. The finger poked me
on the opposite side, but I was expecting it this time. I whipped my hand
around behind my back and grabbed the culprit by the wrist -- and was
rewarded with a startled squeak.
	"Tsk, tsk," I chided as I hauled the hand and its owner around in front of
me. "Assaulting innocent bystanders..." Marta laughed and tested my grip; I
was holding her wrist just tightly enough to prevent her escape. I smiled
and drew my other forefinger lightly across the palm of her hand. Her
fingers writhed and her eyes stared into mine.
	"You want me to faint right here in the street?" I had never heard that
low, smoky tone in her voice before. I took her fingers one at a time and
carefully interlaced them with mine while she watched with interest. When I
raised a questioning eyebrow at her, she exclaimed brightly, "Hey, they
fit!" And we strolled off down the sidewalk, hand in hand.
	I didn't know what had brought Marta out of her shell, but coming on to me
like that, as playful as it was, just didn't seem like her. I kept glancing
at her out of the corner of my eye as we walked, appreciating the swing of
that long, fine hair and noticing how her lashes seemed even thicker out
here in the daylight. She looked at me looking at her and smiled again,
obviously pleased with my reaction to her. Those large, cornflower-blue
eyes crinkled and I nearly tripped over a crack in the sidewalk.
	My question was answered before I asked it. Looking straight ahead, she
said, "You're wondering where I came from, aren't you? I confess: I
followed you."
	"You *followed* me?"
	"I saw you in the plaza. You were headed out the gate like you had time to
kill,... so I just followed along, to see where you were going."
	"The real question is, why would you *care* where I was going? I mean, I
don't mind being--" (I almost said "tailed" and barely caught it)
"--followed by someone so pretty... but why me?" That was the first bit of
flattery I had tried on her, but Marta seemed not to notice. Instead, she
gave me a thoughtful, speculative look.
	"I've been thinking about you, Mike. I'm not sure why -- maybe because
you've been nice to me in lab. You haven't tried to hit on me or anything.
I know you know I'm around because I've seen you watching me. But you've
been such a gentleman, I began to wonder *why* you've been so polite."
	"You have a devious mind," I announced, and nodded solemnly. Marta
actually blushed a delicate pink.
	"Well," she said after a moment, "I was kinda thinking about asking you
for a date." She let go of my hand and linked her arm through mine. "That
wouldn't bother you, would it?"
	I grinned down at her. "Wouldn't bother me a bit. Actually, I was planning
to ask *you* out. I just wanted us to get acquainted first. So: Where or
what did you have in mind?"
	"The Student Union is sponsoring a performance of 'Romeo and Juliet'
tomorrow night -- and I love Shakespeare! I told you: I'm an English lit
major," she added, "but I hate to go to plays or movies alone."
	"Hey, that sounds great! I like Shakespeare, too -- but I've only seen a
couple of plays live. 'Hamlet' and 'Midsummer Night's Dream', in high
school. Are you sure they'll still have tickets?"
	"One of my English profs handed out free tickets and the girl next to me
gave me hers, since she couldn't go. So--  I have the tickets."
	"Good." I nodded. She hadn't actually asked me for a date -- only said she
was thinking about it. So I said nothing more.
	After a moment, Marta nudged me. "Well?"
	I tried to respond with a blank look and almost managed it. "Well, what?"
	She stopped walking and sighed with exaggerated patience. "Would you like
to go to the theater with me tomorrow night, Mike?"
	I grinned. "Yes, I'd like to very much, and thanks for asking."
	"Jerk," she laughed and I felt that elbow again.
	Working our way another few blocks down Telegraph, crossing the street and
strolling back up the other side to the campus, we spent a very enjoyable
afternoon chatting about what we saw around us -- since we both were new
Berkeley residents -- and by the time we parted in front of her dorm, Marta
and I seemed to have established the beginnings of a new relationship.


	Shakespeare was terrific and so were the actors. Marta really got into the
emotion of the thing, twining her arm through mine and covertly wiping away
tears when Juliet knocked herself off. I was taken with her slightly
sheepish sentimentality. From someone else, it might have seemed silly and
adolescent, but from Marta it was somehow attractive. It embarrassed her,
too -- which I also found oddly attractive. She blushed and ducked her head
when I smiled and handed her my handkerchief. Her long hair curtained her
face, making her appear even more demure.
	We stopped on the walk back from the campus theater and had a coke at the
Union, companionably reviewing the play. I stretched out my hand on the
table between us, tapping each finger on the formica as I argued some point
or other. Marta derailed the conversation by placing her hand on top of
mine and lightly drawing her nails across the tendons. The skin crawled
pleasurably on the back of my hand. We locked gazes for a solid minute
before we got up and left without either of us saying another word. We held
hands and took turns squeezing.
	When we reached her dorm, I would have kissed her goodnight and left it at
that; even though it was now dark, there was still too much light and too
much traffic to attempt anything else. The dorms were still single-sex back
then, so we had no place else to go... I thought. But Marta smiled and led
me off to a clump of fir trees around the side of the building. Two couples
were already snuggling in the shadows under the thick branches, but there
was room for us. All of us simply ignored the presence of the others.
	Marta turned to face me and raised her arms around my neck, pressing
herself close. I kissed her, slowly and gently, and she closed her eyes and
sighed. It felt good to kiss a girl like that -- an uncomplicated sharing
of pleasure in each other's company, an exploration of another's physical
presence. I slid one hand up and down her back, feeling her shoulderblades
and vertebrae under my fingers. She hummed in her throat and fitted herself
to me.
	Instinctively, I stopped short of her ass, not wanting to push my luck...
but Marta let me know she was willing to do more than kiss, by taking my
hand and placing it firmly on her breast. I cupped the soft mound and
squeezed lightly and her grip on my neck tightened. Her tongue flew into my
mouth and her knee inserted itself between my thighs. Now my cock was
pushing against the front of my chinos -- throbbing against Marta's
abdomen, actually, so she certainly had to be aware of my reaction to her.
	I wanted very much to feel her naked body against mine, to suck on her
nipples, to tease her asshole with my forefinger... but I wasn't going to
experience any of that tonight, so I contented myself with raising Marta's
sexual pitch under the trees. Maybe she'd masturbate tonight when she went
to bed, and think of me.
	I knew I was getting to her when she parted her knees and pushed her
crotch against my thigh. I pushed back and she clung tightly to me. When we
finally broke our clinch we were both out of breath and red in the face.
	And as we walked hand in hand the dozen yards back to her dorm's front
door, she said in a low, conversational tone, "Mike, I really want to fuck
you..." I had to replay that to be sure of what I had heard -- she was so
nonchalant about it. If she was trying to startle me, she succeeded. I just
looked at her sidelong and she wet her lips and smiled again.
	"I'll see what I can arrange," I replied, after clearing my throat twice.
The old saying about "still waters" certainly seemed to apply to Marta.


	When I mentioned to Gary the next day, in confidence, that I was in need
of a place to take Marta where we could have some privacy, he laughed
knowingly.
	"Funny you should say that. Alice has been working on getting us a place
where *we* can be alone together." He looked thoughtful. "She doesn't live
on campus, you know. She's from Fresno, but she has a married cousin over
in Sausalito who she's living with, to keep her expenses down. The cousin
will be out of town starting this Friday -- her husband, too. Alice will
have the house all to herself, she says...." His tongue moved in one cheek.
"Maybe we could use a couple of chaperons. I don't think Alice would mind
-- and she says it's a pretty big house. Lots of room. No next-door
neighbors, either, because it's up on the hillside."
	How could I refuse an invitation like that? "Gary, we'll be the most
invisible chaperons you were ever saddled with! Thanks a lot, man. Uh, are
you sure this would be okay with Alice...?"
	Gary grinned. "Actually, *she* suggested I invite you two along; you just
beat me to it. You think maybe she doesn't completely trust me?" He
chuckled at the thought.
	"Or think about this," I replied. "Maybe she doesn't trust *herself!*" I
grinned back at him. This could be an interesting weekend.
	Marta was delighted when I told her about the arrangements, especially
when she realized we could stay overnight. Why had I ever thought this girl
was shy? She got a mischievous look when I commented that Gary's girlfriend
seemed to want someone else around for *her* protection. I doubted our
presence would be inhibiting, nor did Marta.
	"We'll just have to loosen up ol' Alice, won't we?" she laughed.
	I had wondered how we were going to get over to Marin, but Alice and Gary
had thought of that, too. Alice's cousin had left her car behind and Alice
drove it to class that Friday. After classes were over at 4:00, Alice
showed up in the dorm parking lot. Gary, who had been watching out the
window for her, said excitedly, "She's here!" -- and he and I thundered
down eight flights of the stairwell with our gym bags. (Wanting not to
appear too obvious, we decided not to take suitcases. Besides, with any
luck, we wouldn't be needing that many changes of clothing.) We piled into
the car, me in the back seat, and bopped over the three blocks to Marta's
dorm. She was in the foyer watching for us and was headed down the walk
before Alice had even come to a full stop. Marta, I noticed, also carried
an athletic bag.
	She hopped in next to me and I introduced her to Gary -- they had nodded
once but hadn't been properly introduced -- and he introduced her to Alice.
Marta turned on the charm, which she had in abundance, giving Gary a
brilliant smile that left him blinking and then squeezing Alice's shoulder
in comradely fashion while thanking her profusely for inviting the two of
us along. Alice smiled back -- the first time I had seen her quite lovely
smile, since she always seemed such an intent, serious person. Her whole
face changed and I could see why Gary was smitten for other than purely
journalistic reasons. Then Marta leaned back and I put my arm around her,
and she snuggled in close. She was small enough to tuck her head under my
chin and she made a warm, cozy armful. I noticed that Gary had slid his arm
around Alice's shoulders and was whispering in her ear. Her shoulders rose
a little and her head tilted toward his; I wondered which of them was hornier.
	It took almost two hours plowing through Friday rush-hour traffic to get
across the Bay Bridge to the City, around past the Ferry Building and North
Beach to the Presidio, and across the Golden Gate. It was a good thing our
driver had done this so many times before and knew exactly where she was
going. True to her tough exterior, Alice was an aggressive driver, but a
very skillful one.
	Her cousin's house was perched up on a hillside overlooking the
houseboats. It was a really lovely old place, heavily renovated and
obviously expensive, and to my delight there was a modest redwood hot tub
on a sheltered deck. Alice had wisely left the heater on (it takes many
hours to reheat a cold hot tub) and the rising tendrils of steam were most
inviting. Gary and I exchanged a glance. "After dinner," he said, and I
nodded enthusiastically.
	All four of us banged around the kitchen, sharing the preparation of a
meal that any college student knows how to make almost instinctively:
spaghetti. Ground meat, tomato sauce, mushrooms, garlic, oregano, and black
olives -- pour in a little olive oil and boil the pasta al dente. (I was
interested to note that Alice's Italian surname didn't seem to affect her
cooking style much; too busy behind the lens, probably.) Add a rapidly
tossed green salad, a long loaf of sourdough bread and a couple bottles of
cheap red wine, and you're set.
	The formal dining room seemed daunting, so we ate sprawled around the
older furniture in the family room. We took our time, chatting about school
work, and how different Berkeley was from everywhere else, and generally
becoming familiarized. Marta and Alice had never really met before that
afternoon's introductions, and Alice and I were only barely acquainted.
Marta was a full-time extrovert, though, when she felt secure and among
friends. Much of Alice's often daunting demeanor was defensive, I
discovered; for a wannabe journalist, she was surprisingly shy. But the
relaxed company, the prospects of sex, and the wine all combined to loosen
everyone's inhibitions.
	At one point, Gary gave his girlfriend a smoldering look. "You don't know
how long I've waited for someone like you to come along, Alice." He put out
his arms and made clutching motions. "And now you're all mine!"
	Alice made an effort to sit up straight and peer down her nose at him. "I
don't belong to anyone," she retorted, and stood up unsteadily. Setting her
glass down, she marched over to me and plunked down in my lap, like a
schoolgirl going to see Santa at a department store. Gary looked surprised,
Marta giggled, and I was rather startled. Alice almost succeeded in putting
on a serious expression, carefully cleared her throat, and draped an arm
around my neck.
	"So," she asked, "what kind of journalism do *you* do?" She sputtered a
bit, trying to keep from cracking up.
	I looked her slowly up and down, head to toe. She was enjoying teasing
Gary and her eyes twinkled. She was really very pretty, with that smooth,
light brown skin, slender limbs and figure, competent-looking hands with
tapering fingers, and shiny black hair and eyebrows. Her eyes were a deep
blue and her lips were full and inviting. But I managed not to make a fool
of myself, nor an enemy of my roommate.
	"Well,..." I replied judiciously, "right now I feel like I'm doing a
tabloid...." Marta rolled her eyes and laughed in delight. Gary cackled and
nearly choked on his wine. And little Alice collapsed against my chest in a
fit of mild hysteria. Everything seems funnier when you're half-gassed. So
I grinned like an idiot and gave Alice a quick, friendly hug. And then I
urged her off my lap before one of us embarrassed the other.
	Alice tottered over and collapsed beside Gary, still laughing. He slipped
his arm around her and kissed her on the ear, and then grinned and winked
at me. I was relieved he wasn't the jealous type.
	I stood up and said "I think we're ready for the hot tub; we need to sweat
out this alcohol." I unbuttoned my shirt as I spoke. Marta immediately
hopped up and unzipped her skirt, letting it fall in a heap around her bare
feet. Her pale yellow panties peeked out from beneath her shirttail. Her
style was so easy that Gary stood and also began to undress without missing
a beat.
	Alice looked at me (down to my shorts), at Marta (shirt off and reaching
behind for her bra hook), and at Gary (pushing down his jeans). Then she
stood carefully, took a deep breath, and pulled her tank top over her head.
It was difficult for her, obviously, but she wasn't going to be left out.
Her natural shyness would have to give way to her self-image of
fearlessness.     And the effects of all that wine in such a small frame
didn't hurt.
	Gary and I were both trying to divide our attention between the two girls
without being too obvious about it. He and Marta and I kept up a stream of
chatter and joking; a sudden silence might scare Alice off. Gary and I were
now naked. I was perfectly comfortable but he had to kind of work at it. On
the other hand, despite his relative lack of height, his cock was certainly
impressive even in its relaxed state.
	Marta's body was what I had expected and hoped for: A small waist above
slightly flaring hips, very nicely-shaped legs and slender ankles, and
rather oversized breasts topped by unusually large nipples. Her broad
shoulders and erect posture kept those luscious tits from sagging and she
was obviously proud of them. She certainly got my attention, and Gary's.
	Alice was a very different physical type,... in many ways, a more petite
version of my adored sister. There were smooth layers of muscle in all the
right places, all over her body. Her breasts weren't at all large -- I
guessed barely a mouthful -- but her dark nipples betrayed her arousal. Her
hips were narrow and her legs slender without being skinny. She wasn't as
developed as a practicing athlete, but she could have been.
	The two girls were opposites in one other attractive way. Marta was a
natural silky blonde and her public hair was fine and curly, but it didn't
conceal much. Her light tan contrasted very well with her pale cunt hair.
	Alice's Mediterranean ancestry was obvious. Her complexion was darker and
looked exactly right as a backdrop for the thick, tight patch of blue-black
curls that completely covered her crotch. A faint line of dark fuzz
bisected her flat stomach from her navel to the top of her pubic jungle. I
was certain she shaved her legs and her underarms frequently -- and I had
an abrupt erotic flash of what her cunt might look like shaved bare.
	Better get my mind off *that* track, I thought, and opened the glass door
to the deck. Alice hurried through first, with Gary close behind. Marta
smiled at me promisingly and brushed her nipples against me as she stepped
over the sill -- and then reached behind herself, out of sight of the other
two, and grabbed my cock.
	I was forced to follow quickly with that warm little hand grasping me so
confidently. She squeezed my growing organ and chuckled over her shoulder.
I suspected she meant to embarrass me, just a little, by causing me to
display an erection in front of our hosts. But I caught her completely
off-guard: I goosed her with a well-placed middle finger between her
cheeks. She squealed and jumped, and let go of my cock. Gary looked back
and laughed, and Marta went bright rose.
	Alice slipped into the hot tub and tried casually to look anywhere but at
us. Marta slid into the steaming water opposite her, hissing through her
teeth in pleasure at the heat. Beads of sweat instantly popped out all over
her face and shoulders. Alice still looked ill at ease.
	"Hey, Alice..." Marta touched the other girl gently on the arm. "We're all
friends here, aren't we? Do you wear a bathing suit when you're home alone
and in the tub by yourself?"
	Alice looked down at the bubbles and shook her head slightly. "No, of
course I don't. I'm being silly, I know; I'm just not used to this." She
looked up at Gary and me -- we had just sat down on the other two sides of
the redwood tub -- and this time she looked deliberately at his penis and
then at mine. She seemed to be inoculating herself mentally. "I trust you
guys, I really do." She smiled sheepishly. "I'm *trying* to be an adult,
you know! Just be a little patient, okay?"
	I was in the water by then and I reached around Alice's back and softly
stroked her shoulderblade a few times. Gary did the same. Alice smiled and
began to relax. Marta understood what we were up to and ignored our
temporary complete attention to the other girl in the group. I felt Marta's
soft hand beneath the water moving around my waist and then trailing down
my spine and between the halves of my ass. I got tingles even in that
cauldron. I turned my attention to her and did exactly the same thing, and
was delighted when she blinked and shivered in response.
	"You *are* a horny little thing, aren't you?" I laughed. She squeezed my
ass and grinned.
	"Under the right circumstances and with the right guy, I guess I am, yeah."
	"Marta, don't misunderstand me -- but you're not what I would have
expected, based on the first couple of days of class. You seemed a lot
more... reserved, I guess. That's partly why I 'rescued' you in lab. I had
the feeling you were fed up with guys hitting on you, that you just wanted
to be left alone for a change. The instant I saw you, I knew you were the
prettiest girl in the freshman class -- but I was on my best behavior
because I didn't want to scare you off. I'm glad I waited," I added with an
appreciate leer at her gently bobbing breasts.
	Marta looked into my eyes for several long moments, as if measuring what
she saw there. Then she turned me to face her and slid her arms around my
waist, pressing her gorgeous tits against my diaphragm and her crotch
against my trembling cock. I bent my knees to get down to eye level and she
immediately moved her arms to my neck, spread her thighs, and straddled my
lap, pushing her whole body even closer to me. We kissed slowly, gently,
exploringly, tongues trailing across each other's lips, breathing in each
other's exhalations. I squeezed her ass in both hands and her arms tightened.
	I was vaguely aware that Gary and Alice were kissing almost shyly and at
the same time stealing wide-eyed glances at our passionate clinch only a
few inches away. I shifted position slightly, to put Marta's back against
the side of the tub. She spread her knees wider and tucked up her ass a
little, and the head of my cock insinuated itself slightly into her gaping
pussy. She sighed loudly and squirmed, and I knew our companions had no
doubts about what we were doing.
	Even under this sort of provocation, it was almost impossible to develop,
much less maintain, a genuine erection in such hot water. Marta obviously
knew that because she shoved one hand down between our bodies and urged and
pushed my cock inside herself. There was no chance of fucking under such
circumstances but the sensation was very nice nevertheless... not to
mention Marta's steamy enthusiasm.
	Our lips separated and she leaned her head and shoulders back against the
redwood. Her lascivious grin boosted my lust even higher and she stroked my
forearms so that the muscles twitched.
	"I'm very careful about letting myself get interested in a guy," she
murmured. "I tend to get carried away like this, and that's a little scary
sometimes. But I knew you were watching me all along, you know." She
stroked the base of my cock. "I kept waiting for you to come on to me --
but you never did. But still, I knew you were interested. You made me
curious, Mike, and I started getting interested in *you.* I finally figured
out that you were deliberately holding back, being careful of my
feelings,... and that was very nice. I liked you even more."
	She pulled me close again and her lips touched my ear. "I think you're
terrific -- and you haven't even fucked me yet," she whispered throatily.
Her cunt muscles twitched and tried to suck in the head of my semi-rigid
penis. I moaned and kissed her throat, and swabbed my tongue around the
shell of her ear.
	Knowing we weren't going to be able to achieve any real penetration at the
moment, Marta lowered her legs and drew me close to her again. She
exchanged places with me so that my back was now against the side of the
hot tub, and she gripped the tub's rim and pressed her whole front surface
against me. Her steaming body covering mine in that boiling tub was almost
more than I could handle -- almost. But I gripped her waist and hips and
moved the palms of my hands over the sides of her twitching thighs. She
ground against me, gasping and pressing harder.
	Then my attention divided in spite of itself. While still fully involved
in Marta's effort to make two bodies occupy the same space, I also became
aware of what Gary and Alice were up to. What we had been doing a few
minutes earlier, they were doing now. Little Alice's back was pressed
against the opposite side of the tub and from the way her kneecaps peeked
out of the water it was fairly obvious her ankles were locked around Gary's
waist. Her open mouth and tightly-shut eyes, as well as the soft, gasping
sounds she was making, seemed to indicate they were having more success at
fucking underwater than we were. The steamy water glistened on her olive
skin and her short hair was plastered, shining, against her skull.
	At the very moment I focused on her, over Marta's shoulder, over Gary's
shoulder, her eyes opened and she saw me watching her face. I don't know
what expression I was wearing, but it must have amused her because she
smiled broadly through those thick black lashes. It was a smile of
recognition but also of unfocused seduction and I was suddenly struck by
her elfin features, her large, dark eyes, and the slender ripeness of her
body. I smiled back and winked. This was camaraderie in delicto, I thought.
Two couples sharing a first sexual experience in such close proximity
became almost a single organism.
	Gary had more enthusiasm or more concentration than I had, apparently. Or
maybe he was simply more desperate. He was stroking into Alice slowly but
steadily. At the end of each stroke, when he was fully embedded, Alice
arched her back and pushed her crotch hard against him. And each time she
did that her shallow breasts rose above the surface of the steaming water
and I gazed in some fascination at her dark, stiff nipples. They stood out
from her breasts perhaps half an inch and the relative boyishness of her
torso exaggerated the effect. They made Marta's broader, softer breasts
seem more like punctuation marks against my chest.
	After a few minutes, during which I had been kneading Marta's ass while
exchanging heated stares with Alice, Gary paused at the end of a
particularly strong stroke and sighed lightly. Alice bit her lip and let
her eyes roll back while pulling Gary's ass toward her with her heels.
	It was obvious they had both just climaxed and in response I squeezed
Marta's ass cheeks and let my fingertips play around the edges of her
asshole. She shivered and mashed her pelvis against mine, even though she
had to stand on tiptoe to do it. She felt great against my body, but it was
obvious that if we wanted to progress any farther this evening we would
have to get out of the hot tub.
	Alice and Gary were in a clinch now, tongues engaged in fierce battle.
Gary didn't strike me as having had a lot of experience -- not even as much
as Marta, probably -- but I was reasonably sure he wasn't a virgin. Alice,
I wasn't sure about, though it seemed unlikely from the mutual screwing I
had just witnessed. Probably not a "technical" virgin, I finally decided,
but she might have just experienced her first orgasm with a guy. Neither of
them, I was sure, had ever engaged in any kind of sex in front of another
couple. Nor, probably, had Marta. But they all seemed to be fast learners.
Maybe I could increase the pace of their education this weekend, I thought,
smiling to myself. I really liked all three of them and there was no reason
I shouldn't lead them to further discoveries of the many delights of
sensuality.
	"Hey, you guys," I said in a relaxed tone, "we ought to get out of this
cooker and back inside." I squeezed Marta's waist and she responded to the
signal.
	"Yeah, the tub feels great but it's kind of... limiting," she said with a
sideways smile at Gary and Alice. To my surprise, Gary blushed a little but
Alice just laughed. She was definitely loosening up.
	I quickly hauled myself up the ladder and out onto the deck. The cool
evening breeze was invigorating but I could feel the goose-bumps popping up
all over me. Gary was right behind me on the ladder and he shivered
violently when the breeze hit him. "Wow! And we forgot the towels," he added.
	The hot water had encouraged my balls to drop an inch or two lower than
usual but now they snapped back up to hide from the cold. Marta was next up
the ladder and she immediately moved into the circle of my arms for warmth.
Alice hurried up behind her and made straight for the door to the family room.
	"Towels, towels, towels," she chanted through chattering teeth. Then we
were back inside, making a show of freezing to death while Alice darted
down the hall and returned seconds later with an armload of fluffy,
oversized towels. I was pleased to see that she didn't even try to cover
herself, much less wrap a towel around that lovely little body.
	The other three shook out theirs out but I held up a finger. "Nope! First
rule of hot- tubbing: Everyone dries someone else!" I held open a towel for
Marta. "C'mere, you!"
	She giggled as I began briskly rubbing her down. Then she grabbed the
other end of the big towel and started to work on me. We found lots of
interesting locations that required  special attention, first with the
towel and then with bare hands.
	Gary and Alice took up the game and made no attempt to conceal their
nakedness. Soon, tits and cocks were being stroked, pubic hair was being
dried a strand at a time, and nobody was cold any longer.
	The best part of all this was the lack even of bashfulness. The hot tub
had had its effect, sweating both the alcohol and the modesty out of my
friends. Marta seemed to enjoy the voyeurism/exhibitionism as much as I
did. After a few minutes of squeezing my balls and manipulating my cock,
she carefully turned me around to present my profile to Gary and Alice.
Then, as I leaned against the back of a chair, she knelt on the carpet and
darted her tongue against the head of my cock, licked a stripe up the
underside, and finally, slowly, took it into her mouth with a
nerve-tingling slurp.
	Alice and Gary, though engaged in their own caressing and foreplay, were
quite aware of what the two of us were up to. But at Marta's theatrical
inhalation of my penis, they paused and stared, her fingers wrapped around
his twitching cock, his middle finger buried in her pussy, as I moaned with
pure pleasure and Marta hummed with satisfaction. This girl really knew
what she was doing -- either through more experience than I had assumed or
by regular practice with a kielbasa.
	After only a few delicious strokes, her lips were nibbling at my short and
curlies and my penis was halfway down her throat. I gritted my teeth,
willing myself not to come yet, no matter how marvelous the sensation.
	But Marta wanted to stretch out the suspense, too. After a moment, she let
my engulfed organ slide slowly and very wetly from her mouth. She looked up
and grinned at my expression, then glanced at the other two. They still
hadn't moved but Alice looked at my cock -- now throbingly erect -- with
disbelief.
	Gary swallowed and licked his lips. "Wow...," he whispered.
	Marta laughed and sat back on her heels; her thighs were spread wide
enough for her glistening pussy lips to be obvious. She beckoned our
friends over closer. "C'mon, you two -- it isn't that hard. And, Gary...?
They tell me it feels fantastic...."
	"God...," I groaned, and Marta laughed again and reached up to fondle my
testicles.
	They were only six feet away, but Gary and Alice crossed the distance like
it was the Great Plains. Making out, even fucking underwater, with someone
else around was one thing, apparently; paying deliberate attention to
another couple's genitals was somehow different.
	Marta took the other girl's hand and gently pulled her down to her knees
beside her. "It's easy, really," she said. "You just have to practice at
it." Then she added in a stage whisper, "It's also great for making your
guy happy when you really don't want to fuck." Gary looked at me and I
raised both eyebrows. I didn't think that would be the case here.
	"Now, watch," Marta said -- and then abruptly sucked Gary's cock into her
mouth and reached up to squeeze his balls without letting go of mine. He
gasped, startled, and Alice's jaw dropped in surprise. Gary's penis, though
not as large and thick as mine, had looked to be a little longer, but it
made no difference because within a few seconds it was out of sight just as
mine had been. Alice was smart enough to know that in such a situation, a
mouth was a mouth as far as the guy was concerned, just as sometimes a cunt
was a cunt. She didn't protest but simply watched -- closely -- in
fascination. The cock slithered out from between Marta's accommodating lips.
	"Go ahead, try it," she urged Alice. The other girl hesitated and glanced
up at Gary. It must have been his expression of unalloyed lust that
convinced her to make the attempt. She took it into her mouth gingerly and
began moving her lips up and down the shaft, taking it a little deeper each
time. Amazingly, she didn't gag and her hard little tits bounced and
quivered as she worked up to a rhythm. Steely control, that was our little
Alice.
	"Don't go too fast," Marta cautioned. "You want to make it last, kid!"
Then, to *my* surprise, Marta scooted around behind Gary, flipped over on
her back with her elbows for support, and stuck her face up between his
legs. Moving her tongue first in wide swaths around the space between his
balls and his anus, she finally reached up and grabbed both his testicles
in her mouth. Gary had been resting his hands on Alice's head for balance
as she sucked away at his cock, which had now nearly vanished, but at
Marta's lunge he clutched at the tangled black hair spastically and tried
to pull her head even closer. I saw Marta's cheeks hollow with applied
suction as she tugged his balls downward.
	Standing there watching, I wanted to jack off, preferably over Alice's
elfin face, but I restrained myself. I knew my turn would come eventually,
so I temporized by lying prone between Marta's outstretched legs and diving
into her smoking cunt. She twitched and spread her thighs even farther. I
chased her clit around with the tip of my tongue and sucked it from its
sheath. Marta's twitching increased.
	After another minute of two, I could feel the tension building toward
orgasm in all three bodies. I came up for air. "Alice, don't quit! Swallow
it, it won't hurt you!"
	And at that moment, perhaps because of my words, Gary gave in to his
climax, gasping loudly as he came. I was aware of Marta suddenly sucking
harder on his balls, and then of Alice swallowing rapidly in an effort to
keep up. At the same time, Marta had her own orgasm, her clit jerking back
and forth like a triphammer and her pussy opening and closing like a
bellows. My cock was in agony, trying to drill through the carpet.
	Gary looked a bit wobbly but he managed to lift one foot over Marta's body
without stepping on her. He swayed forward a little, his cock still
encircled by Alice's small mouth, and I thought for a moment she might gag
-- but she wrapped her arms around his thighs, focused her eyes on nothing,
and hung on. As he carefully lowered himself onto his side on the floor,
she never released her grip on his cock; it was like his penis was
permanently lodged in her throat. Her eyes seemed glazed, like she wasn't
really in her body at all. As she settled on her side, one knee bent for
balance, I could see the reflection of fresh moistness on the dark, hairy
patch between her legs. Probably she had come when he did -- a new
experience for her, I was certain.
	Gary settled himself and took a very deep breath; he seemed dazed and
disoriented, too. After another few minutes, we found ourselves lounging
naked in a circle, head to feet, like an ancient Roman dinner party without
the couches. Without a word being spoken, we moved into a tighter ring on
the floor, heads overlapping with legs. The classic daisy chain. My cheek
was brushing against little Alice's calf and her head was propped on Gary's
ass; he was lying face down, nuzzling Marta's soft white thigh. Marta's
head was inching up my leg and her hand was already teasing my cock.
	It was a more elaborate version of "69," with more people than even I had
ever shared sex with. It looked promising, though. Marta was about to put
that educated mouth to work on me and I was about to explore the dense,
dark jungle of Alice's cunt. I'd had *lots* of practice at eating pussy and
I didn't think she was going to be disappointed. I stroked the back of
Alice's knee and she trembled involuntarily and looked back at me. There
was a deep-set glow in her dark eyes and a crust of drying semen on her
lips and down her chin. Her hair was tousled and streaks of sweat trickled
across her taut, gold-brown body to the floor. The cumulative effect was
very sensual.
	Then I jumped a little myself at the touch of Marta's hot, hard tongue
dabbing at the underside of my penis. She chuckled under her breath and
whispered, "I'm gonna suck you so dry, you won't be able to come for a
month!" Well, she certainly tried.
	Fifteen minutes later, Marta had almost all of my cock in her mouth and
throat; her tongue moved round and round it like a small animal. Her hands
roamed over my ass and between my legs, probing at the base of my balls and
the rim of my asshole. She was taking her time, in no hurry at all: Exquisite.
	Alice was lying on her side, one leg nearly straight up in the air. The
soft hair in her crotch formed a cushion almost back to her asshole. My
face was buried in it, enjoying the pungent aroma of her previous orgasm.
It was obvious that no guy's tongue had ever explored so deeply between her
legs before, from the way she squirmed and the little sounds of startled
pleasure she made. I nibbled at her clit, pushing its sheath back with my
lips and sucking hard on the red protrusion the hood revealed. The muscles
in her thighs fluttered.
	Alice, in turn, was caressing and licking Gary's ass. His legs were spread
and her mouth moved from his asshole to the back side of his balls. She
seemed to have dismissed all her doubts and inhibitions. And I could tell
from Gary's reaction when little Alice finally pushed her tongue past his
sphincter and into his rectum. Gary had buried his face in Marta's sweet
blonde fluff and Marta was emitting little squeals of delight.
	We went round and round the circle like that for half an hour, all four of
us rising to a fever pitch. Any bashfulness we might have felt earlier had
disappeared completely. And no one had even been properly screwed, yet!
Well *that* was about to change.
	I came up for air with Alice's pussy juices dripping down my chin. "Look,
if my cock doesn't find a proper hole soon, I'm going to explode!" I seemed
to sound more plaintive than I had intended, but I got the results I
wanted. Marta withdrew my penis from the cheek where she had tucked it and
said "First dibs!"
	She smiled down at Gary, who released his grip on her thighs. Then she
scrambled around, pushed me flat on my back, and climbed astride my hips.
She had kept a grip on my cock the whole time; now she lowered herself onto
it, wiggled a little to get comfortable, and sighed happily. I knew she had
been waiting for this all evening. She moved slowly up and down on the
shaft, taking her time and flexing her vaginal muscles. Maybe it was just
that I had become attuned to my sister's body and her sexual styles, but
Marta's method seemed very exotic. She was certainly a little tighter than
Alex, though the breasts bobbing above my face were much larger. So I
pulled her down to me and inhaled that soft, white flesh, sucking lightly
on her nipples. Her cunt squeezed my cock in return.
	Then, glancing above and behind my head where I couldn't see, Marta sat
back on my haunches with a smile and went back to pumping her pussy. I had
only a second to wonder what was going on when my vision was obscured by
Alice's dark recesses as she straddled my face.
	She was facing Marta, who reached out to steady her. I slipped my hands
under that small ass and urged her to raise up a bit so I could breath.
Then I poked my nose up into her pussy and went to work again with my
tongue on her clit. I was vaguely aware that the two girls had also begun
playing with each other's tits; all four nipples were being rolled between
thumb and forefinger.
	I also knew Gary had temporarily been left out of the action, but he'd had
his and this was *my* turn with our two hot young ladies... and I soon
discovered that Gary was reclining a few feet away on the floor, taking in
the scene and jerking off -- something else perhaps Marta and certainly
Alice had never witnessed before.
	Marta's hips picked up speed as she climbed toward her next climax -- I
had already lost count of them -- and where she went I was close behind.
Alice bent over and put her mouth to work licking the base of my cock and
chewing on my pubic hair. Her hard nipples brushing against my abdomen
stimulated me further and her new position allowed me to breath easier. I
stroked her curved, muscular back and squeezed her firm ass as my own
orgasm began to gather. When I came, it felt like I was going to blow a
hole through the end of Marta's cunt. She screwed herself down as far as
possible and the head of my penis pushed hard against her cervix.
	My thumb happened to be massaging the tight entrance of Alice's asshole
when I erupted and it just naturally popped through her sphincter. In an
instant, my entire thumb was embedded in her rectum and her shuddering gasp
combined shock and pleasure. When my thumb twitched she whimpered and dug
her fingers into my stomach. Her body shook and her clit trembled under my
tongue. All three of us were gasping for breath as Marta half-collapsed on
top of Alice -- pinning me at the bottom of the heap.
	We lay there for several minutes until I finally realized I'd be able to
breathe more easily if I weren't buried under a stack of naked, orgasmic
teenaged girls. My muffled pleas for release brought giggles from the girls
and they finally piled off, allowing me to gasp for breath.
	Gary climbed to his feet, his unresolved erection bobbing in front of him,
and asked the way to the bathroom. Alice pointed down the hall and he
stumbled away. I found it interesting that everyone seemed content to
remain naked -- even Alice, who lay on her back on the floor, legs and arms
spread and sweat trickling down her ribs. Marta slowly unfastened herself
from my shrinking cock and lay down next to me, cuddling in under my arm
and kissing the underside of my chin fondly. I shifted my head and kissed
her back as thoroughly as I knew how.
	"Ummm, lovely," she murmured when we finally came to a stopping point. She
stroked my penis lightly a couple of times. "Mike, would you be upset... if
I followed Gary in there?" she asked hesitantly. "I'm not finished enough
to quit fucking yet, and he'd make it a full house...."
	I glanced pointedly over at Alice's lithe form and smiled. Marta smiled
back and nodded. "Okay, fair's fair. I'll take him, you take her, and we'll
meet back here for another round!" She hopped up with more energy than I
would have believed possible and swayed down the hall toward the bathroom.
She knocked once, stuck her head in the door, then entered and shut the
door behind her. That gave all of us a little privacy for a change.
	I rolled over on my side and moved myself parallel to Alice's body. She
smiled lazily and touched my hip. I took that as an invitation and began to
stroke and caress her downy body, concentrating on her belly and her
shallow breasts. Her nipples were still erect. She looked around without
alarm.
	"What happened to Gary?" she asked.
	"He went to the can and Marta went along to, uh, give him a hand...."
	Alice was genuinely amused and I detected no jealousy. She seemed to have
accepted everyone's good intentions for the evening and was taking an
enthusiastic part in our little impromptu orgy. I rolled one nipple between
my fingers and tugged lightly at it. Alice's dark eyes went smoky again and
she put out an arm to draw me closer, to accept my attentions.
	I kissed her slowly, gently, not wanting to frighten her off at the last
minute. I guess I shouldn't have worried about it because she said softly
and huskily, "I never let anyone do what you did with your tongue before,
Mike. It was really nice. I mean, I *really* like Gary; he's so much fun to
be with and we have so much in common..."
	I could see where this was going and I interrupted her. "Alice, don't get
the idea anyone's trying to poach on anyone else's territory. Even Marta
knows I have someone back home I'm very serious about." Well, that wasn't
quite true; I hadn't mentioned Alex to her yet, but I was going to.
	"She and I got together to have fun. Sex is fun. You and Gary may have
something serious developing whether you realize it or not. But that has
nothing to do with this weekend. All this is just good, clean fun, as they
say." I licked her ear lobe and she shivered against my body. "Alice, you
and Gary are the only ones my cock hasn't been in yet -- and you're a *lot*
cuter than he is."
	She laughed and nuzzled my neck. Then, for the first time, she curled her
hand around my penis and squeezed; it reacted by twitching and stiffening.
This was working out perfectly. I shifted onto my front between her thighs,
which she spread wide to allow me access. Her fingers twined into my hair
as she urged my head toward the joining of her slender legs. She seemed to
bear down a little and her small, hard clit emerged from the shiny black
jungle. I sucked it between my lips and flicked my tongue over its tip.
Alice tightened her grip in my hair and arched her back. Her heels rose to
press against the sides of my ribs and I hooked my elbows behind her knees
to open her up even more. Her breathing grew more rapid and I eased off. I
didn't want this surprisingly sensual girl to come until I was ready for
her to.
	I moved up along her sweat-streaked body and flicked my cock against the
lips of her gaping cunt. She gasped and her lashes flickered. I eased her
heels over my shoulders so her knees were up against her chest. Her
athletic condition and small build gave her more flexibility than Marta
could manage, and her pussy gaped wide. She hunched her hips upward,
perhaps unconsciously, and I slid into her vibrating vagina. She moaned and
the already snug tunnel squeezed my organ even tighter. I grasped her
wrists and pinned them outstretched above her head. I felt her toes curl as
her heels pressed down against my shoulders more firmly. My cock pushed
against the end of her cunt at each stroke and she drew a sharp intake of
breath each time, not of discomfort but because of the electricity passing
between us. I glanced down to watch my cock disappearing into that dark
jungle and noticed her clit winking in time with my strokes.
	"Gary was gentle," she gasped, "and I loved it -- but I want you to do it
to me hard. I want you to make me feel it!"
	"Do what hard?" I replied. "Tell me what you want."
	"Fuck me! Fuck me good and hard! Fill me up! Don't be gentle, don't! Fuck
my cunt *hard!*" The last part came out as a moan. Alice seemed to have a
small domination fantasy going.
	I began to slam into her with enough force to make her small breasts
bounce, but not enough to actually cause her pain. She wanted fantasy, I
could give her fantasy. Besides, I was enjoying it myself. I pulled her
wrists a little straighter and her fingers writhed and curled into fists.
	"Hook your ankles together behind my neck," I insisted, and she did. If I
had had the opportunity to script this scene, I would have wound a
telephone cord or something around her ankles and tied her wrists to a
couple of chair legs. Now her eyes were closed and her head swung back and
forth. She was even biting her lip. I leaned down and kissed the side of
her throat, then moved up to the hollow space behind the hinge of her jaw.
Then, as I thundered into my orgasm, I bit down slightly on her earlobe.
	She jerked once, then again, and uttered a small cry. And then she was
flooded by a paroxysm of a climax, her thighs jerking, her arm muscles
spasming, as she came and came.
	Finally, both of us ran down and I relieved the strain on her wrists. She
let her feet fall to the floor and wrapped her arms loosely around my neck.
All she could say between gasps was "Wow...."
	I held my weight above her on my elbows but kept my cock in her for a few
minutes. I pushed into her a short distance every fifteen or twenty seconds
and her cunt jerked. She giggled at her own reaction and squirmed with
delayed responses. This was something else I had learned from my sister --
that a girl's cunt is very sensitive to aftershocks -- and I was passing
that knowledge on to Alice, who apparently had never experienced it before.
	I slid the palms of my hands under her upper back and arched her ribcage
upward so I could reach her nipples with my mouth. They were also
hypersensitive now and when I sucked on each one for a minute or two, Alice
moaned and hugged me tighter.
	Finally, I began to develop a cramp in my upper arm and, regretfully, I
withdrew my cock from her and rolled over onto my side. I studied her face
in some fascination, my head propped up on the palm of my hand. Her eyes
were half-closed, from physical exhaustion as much as sexual satiety, I
thought. Her breathing was becoming regular again and there were beads of
musky sweat drying on her body. Her pubic hair was stiff and spiky with
escaped semen and red patches on her body showed the pressure of my weight
on her.
	Her knees were still bent and her legs parted. She looked rather like she
had lost a wrestling match, except that the slightly dazed smile on her
lips was happy and satisfied. My arms and legs were stiffening up and my
cock felt worn to a stub. There was a mixture of semen and the cunt juices
of two girls stiffening in my pubic hair as well. It had been quite an
evening... but it wasn't over yet.
	Alice glanced up and then stretched her muscles in all directions with a
laughing groan as I climbed a bit unsteadily to my feet. "I'm going to
check on Marta and Gary," I said, nodding toward the bathroom. "Don't want
to miss anything, right?"
	She lifted one hand to indicate that she had heard but she seemed
satisfied for the moment to lie there on the thick carpet and recover her
strength. I paused and looked down at her lithe, firm nakedness, now
displayed full-length. She stretched again, partly for my benefit, eyes
closed and smiling. Very nice indeed.
	I padded quietly down the hall and paused outside the bathroom door, which
was not quite closed. It was pretty obvious, from the rhythmic creaking of
porcelain and the breathy gasping sounds, what was occurring inside. I
opened the door and stepped in.
	Gary was slouched on the closed toilet seat, knees partly drawn up and
legs together. Marta straddled his lap, facing me, chin raised and lips
curled back as her cunt slapped repeatedly over his cock. She had her own
knees raised for better penetration and was bracing herself with her hands
on his thighs. At each jolt, her breasts bounced and jiggled and her hair
flew in all directions from her exertions.
	She looked over and smiled at me for a moment but never changed her
rhythm. I wasn't sure Gary even knew I was there. I moved closer and
squeezed Marta's magnificent tits. She smiled again. Then I felt a small,
warm hand on my shoulderblade and another hand slid smoothly down my ass.
Alice stood on tiptoe and rested her chin on my shoulder for a better view.
	Marta held out her hand to Alice and drew her around from behind me. She
moved the other girls's hands to her breasts and encouraged her to squeeze
and fondle them as I had done. Alice didn't hesitate, which surprised me a
bit -- though it probably shouldn't have by that time. In fact, she leaned
closer herself so Marta could roll her still-prominent nipples between
thumb and finger. I slipped around behind Alice and covered her
red-blotched ass with the palms of my hands and nipped lightly at the back
of her neck.
	Alice pressed her ass into my grip, inviting further activity, so I
obliged, sliding my middle finger from the base of her spine down to the
cleft below it. I knew something about asshole-arousal and I put my
experience to good use. Getting a finger into a girl's pussy was one thing;
getting a finger into her rectum was usually much more difficult.
	In this case, though, the girl and her anus were both ready and willing.
She was still sweaty and internally moist in all her orifices and my finger
crept past her snug sphincter with little resistance. It was a sensation
I've always had a taste for, though I was seldom able to indulge it with
anyone except my sister.
	Alice trembled a little and arched her back farther as my finger gradually
slid in until the palm of my hand was flat against her buttocks. I wiggled
my finger experimentally and Alice gasped in response.
	"You like that?" I whispered behind her ear.
	"Ummmmm,... yeah...!" Her hands continued to knead Marta's tits and the
blonde looked like she was building to an explosion.
	"Kiss her, Alice," I whispered. "Kiss her deep, like you would Gary."
	Again, there was no hesitation by either girl: Alice lowered her face and
Marta titled hers upward. The joining of their lips was steady and
prolonged, involving much activity by at least two tongues. I curled my
buried forefinger and lifted a bit -- a favorite maneuver that nearly
always had the desired effect on the recipient -- and Alice moaned
passionately and clenched her ass muscles, squeezing my finger in a warm,
wet, tight embrace.
	It wasn't that large a bathroom and Gary eventually figured out why it
seemed so crowded. He was panting open-mouthed when I realized he was
looking at me from the back of the horizontal pile of bodies. I mouthed
"Okay?" at him silently and raised an eyebrow.
	He rolled his eyes comically and gave me a broad grin. I knew I had to be
very careful as the evening went on and we all became even more adventurous
with each other. Marta knew better, I was sure, than to expect a lasting
emotional commitment to develop from a weekend sexual romp. But I certainly
didn't want Gary or Alice becoming guilt-ridden in retrospect. This evening
was probably the only time the four of us would be together like this; the
memories we gave each other should be happy and sexy and exciting, not
retributive. I had to find an opportunity to speak privately with both Gary
and Alice. For that matter, I had to be sure Marta knew about Alex,... as
much as I could tell her, anyway.
	Marta was busy at the moment, though -- being plowed by Gary from behind
and rubbing her own finger over Alice's swollen clit. Little Alice's
stomach muscles were fluttering from the attention and that made her rectal
muscles work, too. I liked the way her body was squeezing my finger and I
tried to push it farther up her ass. Of course, what I really wanted to do
was to get my cock up that tight ass, but if that happened it would be
Gary's prerogative and not mine. I began to wonder how Marta felt about
ass-fucking....
	Since I couldn't "legitimately" fuck Alice's asshole, I resolved to simply
screw her from behind instead. I carefully removed my finger, though she
didn't seem to want to let go of it. Gently bending her forward from the
waist, I eased my rigid cock against the still slippery opening to her
vagina. Sliding in was a breeze and her delicious little butt was quickly
pressed against my groin. I held her hips and thrust deeply; she groaned
and bent farther so that her face was only inches from where Gary's cock
was thumping Marta's cunt.
	Whether it was the sight of her boyfriend's cock pistoning in and out or
whether it was simply the smell of sex, I don't know. But my fucking kept
nudging Alice forward and she finally buried her face in Marta's cunt,
licking both her clit and Gary's cock as they moved past. Little Alice was
definitely becoming a wanton.
	I held Alice steady while I fucked her by pushing my thumb into her
asshole again and her whole pelvis jerked. I hoped she wasn't nearing some
kind of sensory overload.
	Gary picked up speed about then and Marta starting making "huh,... huh,...
huh,..." sounds at his impact in her cunt. I took his cue and increased my
pace; Alice held onto Marta's legs for balance and I heard her softly
chanting "fuck, fuck, fuck,...." Then Gary shot off and a few seconds later
his semen was visible, oozing down his shaft, dripping out of Marta's
sopping cunt.
	Marta raised up a bit so Gary's cock could escape and settled back with a
sigh, his penis sticking up between her thighs, but beginning to droop.
Alice immediately grabbed it and stuffed it into her mouth; Gary sat up
straighter. I wondered what the combination of tastes must be like to
Alice,... and that thought touched *me* off. I came in a half-dozen rapid
bursts and my balls were beginning to ache. After a minute of catching my
wind, I pulled out of Alice's soggy cunt and gave her shoulders and back a
few long, gentle strokes by way of parting. Then I folded up on the floor,
leaning against the bathroom door in exhaustion. Alice sank to her knees
for the same reason, but she kept Gary's cock firmly in her mouth, milking
him of what little fluid he had left.
	Gary had slouched back against the toilet tank in a state of
semi-collapse. Marta still sat astride his lap, feet dangling above the
floor, leaning back against his chest. Her eyes were bleary. Alice stopped
sucking on Gary's cock a minute later and simply laid her cheek on his
thigh. No one could summon up the energy to move for at least a quarter of
an hour.


	*  *  *  *  *


	It felt strange to know that some girl other than Alex was sharing my
pillow, but I couldn't deny that Marta was a most congenial bed partner. We
had almost literally crawled into bed, so exhausted we hadn't even bothered
with a shower. Both our bodies were covered with dried sweat and my cock
and her cunt reeked of a mixture of sexual scents. That was kind of sexy,
though, in its own way. Marta had gone to sleep almost instantly, snuggled
up to me with an arm across my chest and her nose in my ear; I was only a
minute or two behind her. I don't think either of us moved an inch during
the remainder of the night.
	When I finally awoke the next morning, it was because a certain little
blonde was moving her hand slowly up and down my resurgent cock. I turned
my head in that direction and Marta smiled sleepily at me. I leaned a bit
and kissed her; I had a feeling we both needed to brush our teeth, but what
the hell.
	"'Morning," she said quietly and gave my cock a squeeze. It responded with
a twitch.
	I grinned and crawled up to sit against the headboard. "You're all full of
energy this morning...." I slid my hand down her stomach and curled my
finger into her matted cunt. When I flicked my fingertip against her clit,
she jerked a little, as I had expected her to, but she didn't quite succeed
in covering the wince that accompanied it.
	I stopped what I was doing immediately. "I'm sorry, Marta -- that was
thoughtless. Are you sore?"
	"Yeah, I guess I am. Feel like I've run in a marathon. I wonder why...."
We both chuckled as I slid back down onto my side facing her; she kissed me
warmly. "The thing is, though," she added conspiratorially, "I guess I'm
still horny."
	I put my arm around her and massaged her back and shoulder one-handed for
a few minutes. She scooted up closer to me, her tits pushing at my chest,
and purred with pleasure. My hand finally traveled past her narrow waist
and stroked her hip; she sighed again and pushed her groin against me. When
my fingers trailed down between her buttocks and glided over her sphincter,
she shivered and her breath caught in her throat.
	"Well, there's more than one way to drown a cat," I murmured. Have you
ever had your beautiful little ass fucked?" I could tell the direct crudity
turned her on. She squirmed as I played gently with her asshole.
	"It always seemed like it would hurt a lot. Doesn't it?"
	"Well, yeah -- it might hurt, a little, the first time. But no more than
when you lost your virginity, probably. Think of it as your *other*
virginity." I pushed the tip of my middle finger through her sphincter and
eased it out. I did it a couple more times. Marta's voice was getting a
little shaky.
	"God -- that feels good. Weird, but good. Okay, I'll try it -- but please
try not to hurt me?"
	"I wouldn't ever *try* to hurt you," I replied, and she smiled. I went
into the guest bathroom and found a jar of moisturizing cream. It wasn't as
good as K-Y, but it would have to do. My cock was awake and twitching,
thinking about where it was going to go.
	Marta was a little nervous when I came back, and trying to hide it. "How
do I-- I mean, do you want...?"
	I grinned and lowered my voice to a scratchy baritone. "Gimme your
asshole, woman!" She laughed as she curled on her side and I spread lotion
around the edges of her anus, deliberately teasing her into a more advanced
state of arousal. My lotion-lubricated finger slid more easily now past the
puckered entry and I moved it slowly in and out a few times. After a minute
or two, Marta's stomach muscles were fluttering and I felt her asshole twitch.
	I removed my finger and lathered up my cock. "Marta, get up on your knees
for a start, okay? Legs apart a little more, and curve your spine downward.
Try to relax the muscles in your ass...."
	She cooperated as well as she could and it went easier than I had
expected. When the head of my cock popped through, she gasped once and
clenched up, but I was able to talk her down. A series of slow push/pull
strokes got me embedded in her rectum. It was a *very* tight fit, which is
a sensation I truly love.
	I squeezed her buttocks as I began slowly thrusting and pulling back.
Marta's low moans had an edge of pain at the beginning, but as we went on
her internal moisture combined with the excited ooze from my cock and made
things easier. Even with her soreness, Marta was soon flicking her clit
with one thumb and pushing her ass back against me as I pushed forward.
	Some women will simply tolerate having their ass plowed because it makes
their guy happy. Some do it once or twice in the spirit of experimentation
and never again because they don't get off on it. Other women, once they're
used to it and have learned the technique, will have an orgasm just as they
would from having their nipples sucked, assuming the guy knows what he's
doing. But for a very few women, just the occasional one, having a cock in
her ass is very much like a cock in her cunt, and she can get off just as
strongly.
	It shouldn't have surprised me, I guess, that little Marta was a
full-fledged member of that small minority -- the only one I've ever met
personally. I was amazed to see the sexual flush spread across her
shoulders as she abandoned her masturbation and buried her face in her
pillow. The muscles in her ass and thighs were trembling, which increased
my own high. The pillow didn't quite smother the "Oh! Oh!" cries, either.
The sexual sensitivity of her rectum was a revelation to her and a delight
to me.
	When she came, her knuckles went white from clutching the bed linens and
the sounds that issued from her throat made me worry for a moment that she
was choking. But the spasms rippling up and down her anal passage triggered
me and I came in spurt after spurt -- more than I thought I could muster
after the previous evening. I didn't know if I had nerve endings in my
prostate, but *something* back there was alive and kicking.
	Of course, with that sort of motivation, it didn't take more than another
few seconds before I felt the tingling electricity tightening in my groin
and a rising hydraulic pressure in my cock. I gripped Marta's hips firmly
and slammed into her ass a good deal more forcefully than I had been doing.
And when she felt me come, she clenched two fists full of sheet and dug in
her toes. We both held our breaths as I jerked and trembled and dug my
thumbs into her luscious ass.
	And then I toppled gracefully over on top of Marta, flattening her on the
bed, with my cock still up her ass. She gathered up my hand and pulled it
close to her cheek, and sighed in deep contentment. I tried to shift at
least part of my weight to my knees and elbows, but otherwise I wasn't in a
hurry to move, either. God, what a weekend. I would be going home for a few
days at the end of the month, after quarterly exams; what a story I would
have with which to regale my sister -- and she'd enjoy hearing about it, too!


	After perhaps a quarter of an hour, I caught myself on the verge of dozing
off again and jerked myself awake. My penis had shrunk considerably; it was
only still in Marta's ass from instinct and the bonding power of seminal
adhesion. I carefully extricated it and levered myself off Marta and onto
my back. She moaned a little, turned her head and forced one eye open.
	"Do we have to get up?" she asked plaintively. "Can't we just sleep for
the rest of the weekend?"
	While I considered her plea, I noted the warm-looking sun streaming in
through the curtains. It must be nearly Noon. Where were Gary and Alice,
anyway?
	My thought was answered with impeccable timing, by a light tapping at the
door. Without waiting to see if anyone answered, the doorknob turned and a
dark eye with matching eyebrow appeared.
	"Are you people still alive in here?" Alice asked quietly. I smiled and
raised a hand and she slipped quietly into the room. She was wearing jeans
and deck shoes, and a turquoise French-style tee-shirt I hadn't seen
before. (I was so wasted, it took me a moment to remember that she lived
here and had access to her entire wardrobe.) Her hair was brushed and shiny
and she looked positively cheerful.
	My disbelief at her up-and-at-'em morning demeanor must have been obvious.
"I've been up for hours," she said with a grin. "I've never needed much
sleep. Very handy for a photojournalist." She glanced back over her
shoulder. "Gary was stumbling toward the bathroom a few minutes ago, but
you guys can use the one in the master suite, if you like."
	I just looked at her for a moment before shaking my head with a smile.
"Where do you get all this energy?"
	"Clean living," she replied. "C'mon -- I'm in the middle of waffles. You
have about fifteen minutes if you want your breakfast hot!" She grinned,
and turned with a swing of her hair, and left, while Marta and I tried to
find out if the floor was still where we had left it.


	I wouldn't have expected I could eat anything, after all that alcohol and
pasta the night before, but the aroma of hot waffles and Knott's blueberry
syrup was all it took for me to realize how famished I really was. Gary was
already at the table when Marta and I appeared, crouched over a large
earthenware mug of coffee and inhaling the steam.
	"You don't look like you got much sleep," I observed to him as we sat
down. He was usually up in the mornings as early as I was.
	He looked up blearily and gave me an ironic smile. "No, I didn't,
actually. Somebody kept me busy all night. And I had trouble walking to the
bathroom this morning." He took a sip of coffee and licked his lips. "And
my dick hurts," he added.
	"No, it doesn't," Alice chimed in from the sink. "Your dick feels great!"
Gary shook his head, but the look he gave her was filled with affection and
only temporarily assuaged lust.
	The breakfast was terrific; Alice said her old-country grandmother had
insisted that *all* girls should learn how to cook properly, even
picture-takers. It was actually well past lunch time when we stopped eating
and refilling our coffee cups, after which we adjourned to the deck and sat
in canvas chairs in the sun for a couple hours, feeling companionably lazy
and not talking about much of anything. The afternoon aged quietly and I
was content to listen to the squirrels in the pines on the wooded slope
behind the house.
	After awhile, I realized I had been thinking about Alex while holding
Marta's hand, which struck me as a little weird. After the mix-and-matching
of partners last night, I was pretty sure Marta was under no illusions
about a long-term romantic relationship between us, but you could never
tell about these things.
	Alice had been watching the afternoon shadows moving down the hillside and
finally she declared that the light was just right, and she was going to go
take some pictures of trees and flowers. That didn't sound especially
journalistic, but Gary agreed to go along and help, and Marta and I were
left alone.
	So I told her about the girl I had been in love with for so long, who was
finishing up high school back home and who would be coming down to Berkeley
the next year. I told her we were so completely and absolutely certain of
each other, we had no problems with dating other people. Marta looked like
she'd heard that one before, but she just nodded. "That's your problem,"
she seemed to be thinking, but I couldn't tell her much more about Alex
without spilling some part of The Secret. So I told her I was planning to
tell "my girlfriend" all about our wild weekend when I saw her again in a
few weeks -- and that I'd like to introduce the two of them, too. Marta
eyed me thoughtfully.
	"Well, yeah -- sure, I'd like to meet this girl, Mike. I wasn't planning
on a vine- covered cottage, you know. Just a good time with a nice guy." I
nodded and squeezed her hand. "I don't know what I'm going to be doing even
a year from now, much less when I finish school," she went on. "I'm not
making any lifetime plans, not yet. Still..., you really don't have to tell
this other girl *anything* if you don't want to. I'm not even sure why
you've told me all this."
	"I couldn't *not* tell her, you know. Just like she'll tell me about the
guys she's been dating socially -- and fucking, too, I don't doubt. I mean,
sex is great -- especially when it's with a really, really nice person--"
(I squeezed her hand again and was rewarded with a sweet smile) "--but it's
not necessarily 'true love'. I think part of 'love' is being able to tell
someone absolutely anything, to take on faith that they'll accept it, and
you. And you have to accept that person just as completely." I shrugged; it
was hard to put into words, sometimes.
	"Anyway, Alex and I tell each other everything, always. We understand each
other better than most people will ever understand anyone, I think. And we
accept everything about each other, no reservations. Therefore: No problems."
	Marta continued to watch me as I struggled to explain a relationship that
I couldn't allow myself to *really* explain. Then she seemed to make up her
mind to simply accept what I was attempting to tell her, which was all I
was really hoping for. Of course, I was also hoping to have the opportunity
to share a bed with Marta again, after this weekend.
	"Of course, there ought to be a quid pro quo in this confession
somewhere," she said thoughtfully. "If you're going to tell another girl
all the details about fucking me, then you should tell me what *she's* like
in the sack,... right?" There was a devilish gleam in her blue eyes that
told me everything was okay between us. And she did have a point.
	"Tonight, okay? I'll tell you all about it in bed tonight: What her tits
look like, and what her pussy tastes like, and the things she likes to do
in the shower, and the way my cock feels in her ass. I'll tell you *all* of
it, I promise... but right now, why don't we walk down and see what Alice
and Gary are up to? Maybe we'll catch them 'in flagrante' -- not that they
need a cheering section."
	And so we went for a stroll, at the end of which we watched from cover as
Alice sat astride Gary's rejuvenated erection and pumped herself to yet
another trembling climax. And that night, Marta and I spent the entire time
between dusk and daylight by ourselves (as did Gary and Alice), and I told
her all about Alex -- well, all the things she had asked about -- and we
periodically interrupted the narration by fucking ourselves silly, in every
combination of organs and orifices  we could think of.
	We were never able to repeat our joint experiences in Sausalito -- what we
always referred to later as The Big Weekend -- but the four of us got
together a few more times that school year for fun and games -- which
didn't always involve sex. Whenever I ran into Alice on campus, she always
gave me a warm smile, whether she was with Gary or not. And Marta sometimes
joined them for another round of Shakespeare, followed by a friendly
three-way. Once, when Gary had to go back to Seattle for a family emergency
of some kind, I spend an extremely pleasant night as the middle layer in a
girl sandwich. And Alex relished hearing about every bit of it.
	Even without my sweet sister close at hand every day, it was a very good
year.


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