My name is Kyle.
This is obviously not my real name, but it'll do in the way of an introduction. I'm in my late twenties (20ish, 20something, etc.), have a BS in Chemistry, and do something very unchemistry-like for a living.
What I am about to relate happened to me during one of the so- called "General Education" (affectionately referred to as "GE classes") classes that us poor chemistry saps are required to take. This particular class was a "Human Resources" class that goes my many different names (some of them even clean) in a student's vocabulary; the class schedule simply called it MHR 318. Essentially a mix of psychology and sociology, this class attempted to explain to us how and why people behave as they do in groups. From the first day on, I knew I was going to enjoy the class. Not because of the subject matter, mind you, but rather due to all of the GORGEOUS females in this class. Now, I may be many things (some of them even productive things), but one of the things I'm not is handsome. As proof, I think that my lack of dating experience speaks for itself. I therefore was under NO illusion that I was going to get anywhere with anybody (especially not with this crowd), but as I think most guys will agree, looking is a good part of the fun. So I looked. And looked. And the quarter wore on. Sporadically throughout the quarter, we had so- called "group activities."
These events essentially became BS sessions for most of us; most of the work took place in the last 5 minutes of a 1 hour activity. Although I thought I might seize upon various opportunities (I was usually the only guy in the group), I never really said anything to anybody: all these years of being single and not mingling with the female crowd have made me somewhat shy. So I essentially did some more looking. And some more. And then one fine day, fate came over and broke its' fickle finger pointing out a path for me to change my actions from looking to doing. In many classes of this "General Education" nature, there frequently are quarter-ending projects that are assigned that may be worth up to 60% of your grade; screw this up and you're toast. This class was no exception. There were three of us in the group: myself, and two females, whom I shall refer to as Jenny and Lisa (not their real names, of course).
Lisa was a VERY cute, tan, 5'9" brunette. Of medium build, I found out later that she works out daily at the school gym (me, I'm just your standard couch potato, and a skinny one at that), where she jogs and swims. I suspected something along those lines from the outset, because she had very muscular legs. But subtly so. If she wasn't doing anything, all you saw was a very shapely, tan set of legs. But when she flexed her leg muscles, you could tell there was some power there. Perhaps I should digress for a moment, and point out that, although I am all for a nice face, shapely body/legs, etc., there is one feature of a woman that I find overridingly attractive, her feet. Not just any set, mind you: there is a certain proportion of width to length that I find especially appealing, usually more wide than long.
Lisa had what I would call a "perfect" set. I would estimate that she wore a size 8 wide; I couldn't even begin to guess what the proportion was. On the day we formed the group, she was wearing a short, black skirt that revealing her supple legs, and so-called dollhouse shoes with white, fuzzy sports socks. This last point is important, as white, fuzzy socks are all part and parcel of my fetish. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I fell in love (or is that lust, I can't really tell...?). But I digress too far... Jenny on the other hand, was a dirty-blond beauty with shoulder-length hair and a nice face. She was wearing Jeans that day, so I couldn't really tell what her legs were like; her gleaming new Nikes told me she was about a size 6, also wide. Lisa's feet were unparalleled by this, but Jenny had the edge in another respect:
She was bustier than Lisa, I'd say three times so. Both seemed very gregarious, and, although I was quite nervous at first, I eventually learned to relax. Our assignment was to do a report on diversity in the workplace. We chose a large pharmaceutical giant and agreed to meet in the library to begin our research. I soon discovered that neither Lisa nor Jenny had many research skills; both were music majors and had somehow avoided taking classes requiring that skill, until now. As a result, our meetings in the library were usually quite brief; I found that both of them agreed with virtually everything I said, and we were in and out in usually under 5 minutes. As the quarter began to draw to a close, I came to the stark realization that we had yet to put pen to paper. I had spent some time in the library doing research for the MHR report and therefore had plenty of material, but it was all disjointed, and it would take time to assimilate it all into a reasonable report. Neither Lisa nor Jenny (bless their souls) would be of any genuine help; they were eager but not really in a position to assist, as I had essentially done all of the research. External pressure was also building:
This was the quarter I was taking Physical Chemistry, and all of my procrastinated laboratory formals were coming due. It looked like an all-nighter was fast approaching. You can always tell when someone has pulled an all nighter: These disheveled, bleary-eyed denizens of the night are not a pretty site. Don't feel too good, either. By 5 o'clock, the umteenth cup of coffee just consumed, one begins to realize that the caffeine is no longer working and begins to feel like a zombie somnambulist (sleep walker). The stomach gets upset, and there are, of, course, those occasional fits of nervousness that make you want to race around the campus 6.02 x 1023 times. Actual "learning" is generally out; you go to class because it's the right thing to do, and because a desk is more comfortable to sleep in than a chair, something I fallen out of on more than one occasion. Be all that as it may, the dreaded day approached much faster than I would have liked, and I steeled myself for what lay ahead. Gathering books, reference material, and computer disks, I sped off to the all-night computer lab under the library. It was 9 o'clock in the evening, and the lab had already begun to fill up with other poor saps with whom I would be sharing my plight. There is an old saying that goes something like this: "Things that can be done at anytime will be done at notime until time has run out." Since what I just wrote makes no real sense, I'm sure that's NOT how the saying goes, but the gist of it all is that I could have done my reports at any time, but reserved specifically now (when I have no time), to do them.
People who practice moderated, scheduled study habits don't have this problem, but what do those sleeping, decaffeinated idiots know, anyway? Somehow, the "all- nighter" was a college institution in and unto itself, and somehow things would not have been nearly as fun without them. (More learning would have taken place in their stead, and we all know how painful THAT can be, hah!) By 2am, I'd finished the lab reports. I'd had the foresight to start on them earlier in the day, and they weren't the abominable snowmen I'd expected them to be. I now had a decision to make: Do I also do the MHR report? Under the circumstances, I could have waited until the weekend to do it (it was Wednesday), as the report wasn't due until the following Monday, a whole twelve days away. But, the report was worth 60% of the total grade for the class, and I needed time to edit and beef up my report with punctuation, verbs, and other entities that I felt would enhance my (sorry, our) grade. Aside from my turning the lab reports in, nothing special was happening the next day, so my being "out of it" bore no special penalty other than the contempt of my professors. Yeah, right. Like THEY never pulled an all-nighter when they went to school... By 5am, I'd finished a rough (very rough, it could've been used to whittle diamond) draft that I felt contained all of the facts the professor wanted, distilled and condensed for her edification. (Did I mention she had nice feet, too? Married, though, so perish the thought).
Elated, I printed out the report and booted up Microprose's Civilization (I do that a lot; my strategy is to beeline for chemistry). That was a mistake. I was killed by the Romans at precisely 6am. I guess when they said "Prepare for War," they meant it. Those murdering bastards. Oh, well. Off to breakfast. After a rather uneventful day, it was time for the MHR class to meet again. At that time, something happened that hadn't happened since the time I cut class for 4 weeks only to discover that the exam had been moved and I had therefore missed it (who needs exams, anyway? The real world doesn't take tests...). The teacher announced that we would not only be turning in a written report, but would also be presenting our topic ORALLY. Oh shit! For a moment, my catatonic mind had forgotten that I had worked on the report that evening, and I therefore began to experience the so called "time panic" when you realize you have too much to do and no time to do it in. But something suddenly clicked in my mind, and I began to realize that I was in good shape after all. I began to remember the report...the MHR report....2am to 5am...that was right before those fucking Romans...*click* Oh yeeeeahhh! I began to relax. No problem. We're relatively almost done (relative to what? Haven't a clue, but it sounds good in this sentence). Obviously pleased with myself, I became laconically confident. Oral, eh? Why, I'll just unzip right here and....nah, better not do that. Over the course of the next twelve days, I hammered the report into its final form.
The speech we had to give was supposed to be about five minutes, and, with the information we had coupled with my skills as a BS artist, this would not be a problem. It was decided that I would give the oral presentation (surprise!) when the time came, and when it did, things couldn't have gone smoother. Ultimately, we got an "A" on the written report and an "A" on the oral component. Cool deal. I have to point out that I had not really intended for things to work out the way they did. Originally, we all were supposed to work on pieces of the report; this was, after all, a class on group behavior. However, it was simply more expedient for one person to do the work, especially considering our backgrounds. I therefore wasn't sure how to interpret the look Lisa gave me as I took my seat following the presentation. It seemed seductive somehow, but uncomfortably so. Her dark-brown eyes met mine for one very intense moment where I felt she could peer all the way down into my very soul. I instinctively looked away, but just for a moment, I thought a saw a smile. After class, we agreed to meet that Saturday one last time, ostensibly to "wrap up loose ends." I showed up early and simply went to the computer lab and tried to get another game of CIV off the ground. At the anointed hour, both Lisa and Jenny showed up, and, much to my surprise, invited me to lunch. That had never happened to me before: Girls don't invite me to anything, let alone ones of the caliber of Lisa and Jenny. When I lamely inquired as to why, Jenny indicated that they simply wanted to say thanks for what I did. Amazingly, I continued to protest (where's divine intervention when you need it? Someone should have shut me up already!), but neither of them would have any of it. So I finally relented.
The restaurant they took me to was a local one that I'd never gone to before, not exactly Wolfgang Pucks' but not McDonalds, either. As we took our seats, Lisa made a verbal point to sit directly across from me. Only later did I understand the significance of that. At first, the "meeting" proceeded uneventfully. We ordered our food and engaged in the usual chitchat about college life and classes. The food was good, and I felt quite relaxed after eating and chatted amicably. I remember that Lisa was talking about the MHR class when I suddenly felt a strong pressure on my left foot. Instinctively, I moved my foot, only to discover that the pressure followed it. I also noticed that Lisa now seemed to be fixated on me; she never interrupted her discussion, her gaze fixed in my direction. Pretending to not be affected by the goings-on, I leaned back in my chair so that I could sneak a peek under the table to see what was up. Well when I did that, it could safely be said that two things were up. The first was Lisa (eventwise), who had apparently taken her shoes off and was now stepping on my left foot. The second was my cock (literally), which immediately reacted to the unfolding scene below by becoming uncomfortably stiff. As Lisa noticed what I was doing, she began to rub my foot with hers by dragging the balls of her feet across the top of my foot, and back again. When she got to my toes, she applied extra pressure, not so much that it hurt, but enough to make a difference. I straightened myself out and met Lisa's gaze, which never wavered from its fixation on me.
"So what did you think of the class, Kyle?" she suddenly asked. The question caught me unprepared, as I was only pretending to be engaged in the conversation; the unexpected extra-curricular activities having usurped 100% of my attention. "Uh, what?" Her face seemed to harden, but in a very sensuous way. "I said," she continued, looking me straight in the eye, "what did you think of the class?" I suddenly felt the pressure on my foot shift. It moved to the inside of my leg, and began to ever so slowly creep its way up the inside of my leg. One of the disadvantages of being inexperienced sexually is that even the slightest sexual implication yields a huge bodily response. The fact that I have a foot fetish didn't help this situation either, it only served to heighten my reaction to it. As her foot moved up my leg towards its intended target, I felt my cock stiffened to the point where I felt as if I could have deflected bullets with it. I finally found the words (and spittle to help me form them) to answer her original query: "Uh, it was alright," I said, nodding. It was all I could muster.
Between the desert I had for a mouth and that odd, queasy kind of good-feeling that was welling up in my stomach, I lacked the focus to formulate anything but the simplest of thoughts and sentences. By now Lisa had reached the edge of the chair I was sitting in. Still she continued onward, until that one glorious moment occurred when I felt that pressure between my legs, directly and precisely placed where it was needed most. I suddenly noticed that during this entire time, I had been holding my breath in anticipation of this auspicious moment. Now that it had finally arrived, my breath just kind of squeaked out in a slow, wheezing kind of way. As I looked down, I saw that my crotch tightly cradled her wide left foot. Her toes were draped over my cock's head, and the balls of her feet were firmly placed at the point where the head meets the shaft, with the rest of her foot running down its length. The feeling of sexual pleasure, although most pronounced near the tip, was absolutely and irresistibly pervasive. During this entire glorious affair, I had apparently begun slouching further and further down in my chair; by now, it seemed as if I'd form a sideways letter "L." It was therefore a mad scramble to straighten back out as the waiter returned. As he approached, I noticed Lisa slouch down in her own chair, her eyes still transfixed directly at me. Suddenly, the pleasant sensation between my legs.....spiked. One minute, there was the pressure, the next, a very intense feeling of pleasure as she thrust the balls of her foot into my crotch, then the pressure again.
I suddenly felt very strange, best described as a very pleasant version of an urgent need to urinate. As Lisa adjusted herself in her chair, her thrusts became more urgent. Slower at first, then with increasing intensity, she continued her masturbation, each thrust sending waves of increasingly intense sexual pleasure throughout my body. "Will that be all for you?" queried a distant voice. Through an oblivious haze, I looked up into the face of the waiter, who had check in hand. "Uh, Yes" I responded in a quivering voice. "No dessert? No more sodas?" By now, I was fighting for control. No way I could climax and still maintain my composure. This knucklehead had to leave, and now. "Nope" I mustered, "I think we're fine." With what seemed to be infinite slowness, the waiter placed the bill in front of us. Without warning, Lisa began suddenly to jiggle her foot very rapidly; the "spikes" of sensation now came quickly and urgently. I felt this odd sort of prickle in my scalp that seemed to occur in tandem with Lisa's thrusts. "You can pay at the front" the waiter finished, motioning towards the register. "Y'all have a nice day." As he turned to leave, I shifted my gaze back to Lisa. Her mouth was slightly open in a sultry type of half-smile, with her tongue sexily caressing one corner of her mouth, looking straight at me. In spite of myself, I begun to stare at this female who had me in the palm of her hand (or at least at the sole of her foot), quite unsure of what else to do. I began to slouch down against her foot, and found glorious resistance there; as if to accommodate, the jiggling became even more urgent, more intense. Lisa began to lick her lips ever so slowly, grinning sexily all the while.
Suddenly, an odd sort of itching sensation appeared in my crotch, and I felt pleasantly bizarre. It happened just as one of Lisa's foot-thrusts found its mark. With a force I didn't expect my loins to be capable of, I shot off my first spurt. Every fiber of my existence seemed to participate in this initial launch: it would not surprise me to know that I shot my entire load on that first spurt. Fighting to maintain some semblance of composture, I could do nothing but look at the faces Lisa was making at me as torrents of orgasm raged through my body, my spurts occurring (as if on cue) whenever her thrust landed. After the sixth spurt I was utterly spent; I could feel my bodily plumbing continuing to pump, but nothing was coming out. Lisa slowly stopped her rubbing action and began to crush my crotch with directed pressure. She then curled her toes and attempted to drag my still-hard- but-softening penis down as far as it would go as if to try and squeeze the last drops of sperm out of it. "MMMMMmmmmmm" Lisa grinned, looking straight at me. "You all right? You look a little pale..." I looked at the now motionless foot squarely placed on my crotch. "Ugh" I choked, meaning to say "I'm fine."
She giggled at my failed attempt at speech, throwing her head back. "I caught you looking at my feet several times while we were in the library. Jenny did, too. I thought you might enjoy something like this." I looked at Jenny, who had remained silent throughout all this. I can't deny it, of course. One day, for example, while we were in the library, we had just taken our seats and began to work, when I noticed Lisa squirming in her chair. As I looked questioningly at her, she grimaced, "I'm looking for something." It dawned on me that the reason she was squirming was because she was shifting her feet/legs around under the table. Immediately, an odd (but pleasant) sensation began to well up in my crotch area, and I half-braced myself expecting a delicate press on my crotch. But, alas, it was not to be. She suddenly stopped her motion, and announced "There. Found it." My disappointment must have almost been audible. She had been looking for the supporting bar under the table. Lisa at first looked askance at me, then smiled. I suppose that's when she made the connection.... As I let waves of relief course through my body, we prepared to go; Lisa seemed several "feet" taller as she got up from the table, but I'm sure that was just an illusion. As we headed out the door, I indicated that they could drop me off at the library, as I still had a paper to write. "Uh-uh" Lisa replied. "I'm not through with you yet..." Despite the sexual encounter of previous, I felt my cock hardening up once more; my mouth was as dry as ever. "Hope you've got some stamina...you're gonna need it." Yeah. And sooner than I thought. It didn't really even occur to me to ask where we were going. I found myself going through the motions of opening the car door and taking a seat. It was Lisa that was driving, and Jenny took the back seat, with me.
The fact that the front passenger seat was empty escaped my attention. And so we began to drive. Presently, Lisa started up a nondescript conversation with Jenny, something about an upcoming audition. This went on for about ten minutes, when suddenly, Lisa started talking to me. "So, Kyle...did you enjoy that little squeeze I gave you, hmmmm?" Little Squeeze indeed. "Yeah" I mustered, still somewhat winded, "And at the rate I'm going, I'll never recover from it, either." Lisa smiled and adjusted the rear- view mirror a little, I noticed that she was now able to see more of the back seat area. "You know what I like, Kyle?" she continued, slightly biting her lower lip. I couldn't really tell if she really wanted a response to that, so I answered quickly, least I give birth to the dreaded "Pregnant Pause." "No, what?" "I like to watch guys being made to cum reeeaaally haaaarrd" she responded, putting a sexy emphasis on the last two words. "What do you think about that, Kyle?" Her words only slowly sunk in. Think? Me? Under these conditions? Never! I'm only human.... By now, Jenny had scooted in a little closer to where I was sitting, and was looking me right at me. "Would you like her to kiss you, Kyle?" Lisa said from behind the rear-view mirror. "Uh...." was all I could muster. Then again, I didn't really NEED to respond: Jenny responded enough for the both of us. Without further prompting, she stretched herself out into my arms. I could feel her breasts gently pressing against my chest as I fell over from my upright seated position. "Open your mouth, Kyle", she breathed with a sultry smile, her face suddenly inches from mine.
I could feel her hands in my hair; I do believe she was gently massaging my scalp and even pulling my hair a little. Her breath was warm and minty, and I had the urge to partake of it deeply. Not quite sure of what to expect, I cautiously opened my mouth. With the same sultry smile on her face, she began to move her head down towards my lips. As her head got closer, I could feel my own breath becoming more and more shallow... I should point out that, prior to this day, I'd never been kissed. You can therefore imagine my reaction when our lips first touched. I had never before felt so invited, tasted something so succulent, as Jenny's lips did on that kiss. Half instinctively, half out of sheer bliss, I closed my eyes as the kiss progressed. I suddenly felt her tongue probing the interior of my mouth, searching out my tongue to intertwine with. Her sweet saliva mingled with mine (was that a Tic-Tac, perchance?) as she found her intended target. Still quite unsure of myself, I did nothing as she stretched her tongue deep into my mouth, then ran the tip of it over the top of my tongue. Her lips were firmly locked over mine, forming a tight seal between our two mouths. Her tongue seemed to be everywhere, probing and caressing even the most distant spots in my mouth. Mustering up courage from some deep unknown reserve, I moved my tongue to intercept hers; it didn't have to go far. She responded instantly, wrapping her own tongue lovingly around mine.
Section B Eventually, these oral gymnastics stopped; we separated with what I would swear was an audible "pop", she now in a full straddle on top of me. I could feel my hard-on straining against her butt; it was not at all unpleasant. Jenny looked down at me. "Do you like my tits?" she asked in a ditzy sort of voice. "Would you like to touch them?" Without waiting for a response, she took my right hand into hers and moved it up to one of her ample breasts. "Ya like that?" she asked with a big smile on her face. I began to move my hand around on her breasts, more instinctively than intentionally. I noticed my breathing becoming even more shallow; I began to stare at her supple breasts in spite of myself. Even more overwhelming was the fact that she had begun a slow sort of belly-dance on me, which in effect massaged my loins and crotch as she gently went to and fro. Presently, she began to moan. "That's it" she cooed. "Tickle my nipple." She thrust her chest out even further. As I began to roll her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, Jenny began to wiggle her chest. "Ooooooooo!" she cooed, her tits bouncing to and fro. "That tickles!.... MMmmmmm!" Without warning, she suddenly took my free hand and stuck the forefinger into her mouth and began to suck on it as if it were a pacifier. I could only watch in amazement as the finger went in, out, in , out of her mouth; I could feel her tongue caressing the finger each time. "Hard yet?" she queried mischievously in the middle of a suck. Perhaps if I'd been more experienced in these matters, I would have responded with a well-why-don't-you-just-find-out snappy one liner. Instead, I grunted an "uh-huh" between breaths. Smiling, she grabbed me by my shirt and sat me up. "Can you slouch a little for me, Kyle?" she asked as she propped herself up on her knees beside me. Me? The Master of Slouch? No prooooooooblem. Slouching down, I now formed a sideways "L" with my neck and the small part of my back against the back seat (quite comfortable, actually).
"I want you to come really haaaaard for me, ok Kyle?" All I could do was gaze into her face and swallow hard, something that seemed to amuse her to no end. It began when she mounted me, facing away. I had a perfect view of her backside (and, of course, the soles of her shoes), but could see not much else. "Ready, Kyle?" queried a disembodied voice. "Uh, s-sure" I stammered. "You sure?" she squeaked in a sexy voice. I felt as if my cock was going to leap out of my pants and stab someone to death. Before I really had a change to reply, I suddenly felt light pressure on my crotch. "Spread your legs a little more," said Jenny's voice. "Little more... little more... ah, that's good." I felt the pressure on my crotch intensify, until suddenly I could feel my zipper being unzipped, something akin to a tickle. As I squirmed ever so slightly, Jenny giggled but continued unzipping. Eventually, it was fully unzipped, and the tickling sensation stopped. I could feel a cool breeze permeate my loins, when suddenly I felt an intense tickle right on the tip of my cock. "Ewwwwwwwwww" said a voice in mock disgust. "He REALLY must like your feet." Another giggle. The tickling intensified. And intensified.
I found myself now squirming in ecstasy against Jenny's constraining weight, which somehow seemed to heighten my experience. I could feel the tickling sensation suddenly become most pronounced just under the head of my penis, at the top of the shaft. The tickling sensation then began to creep towards the very tip of my penis, the tickling becoming much more intense as it moved upward. Closer and closer it inched, with me steeling myself (without much success) against the sexual intensity of her manipulations. When Jenny finally reached the top of my cock, I had to cry out it felt so good. Jenny giggled at that but mercilessly continued what she was doing. Suddenly, I heard Lisa's voice: "Do it faster." Almost instantly, the tickling became more intense and pointed. "Harder..." I could feel myself leaking profusely now. "Harder..." I started to squirm, completely overcome by Jenny's expert manipulation. "That's it...make him cum!" I involuntarily arched my back, partially lifting Jenny off the seat.
The resistance her weight offered seemed to heighten the experience even more; already, an irresistibly warm, fuzzy feeling was building in my balls that I somehow knew would spell the end of this little encounter. "Faster..." A voice breathed. "C'mon Kyle...come for me....yes......yes! Ohhhhh YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES!!!" As I cried out in unison with her prompting, I could feel my reproductive machinery swing into action. Unlike before, where I could feel each spurt as it came out, this experience had one long, continuous cumming sensation that ran along my entire cock. I could feel the tubing behind my balls shudder with strain as Jenny continued to ravage my spurting organ. As I happened to look in the direction of Jenny's right shoulder in an orgasmic haze, I saw something white go flying off into the distance. Both Lisa and Jenny were now egging me on, shouting at me to come harder, come harder! Alas, I was in no condition to comply. I felt my bodily plumbing furiously pump the last remnants into a void of sensation, then I collapsed into an exhausted heap. "Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm" Jenny moaned, still squarely straddling me. A very intense tickling sensation (almost to the point of being unpleasant) now began to occur.
"He's dry" I heard Jenny remark. The tickling stopped, and she dismounted. I could see that both of her hands were absolutely covered with my sperm. "Did you like that, Kyle?" she asked in that ditzy voice. I could only exhale heavily in response. "You really nailed that light", she continued, motioning with a smile towards the dome light in the car. I followed her finger to the light. Indeed, a quite respectable spatter pattern of sperm was there, and I also suddenly noticed that the dome light had no cover. As I absentmindedly stared at the light, I also began to notice that the bulb was missing. My afterglow-possessed mind ever so slowly lurched into gear. I know that it was working before: It was the first thing I noticed when I got into the car; it was burning brightly then. Now.....hmmmmm. Lisa looked at the light. "You broke my bulb!" she suddenly exclaimed with a comical look of amazement on her face. Jenny leaned forward to inspect the light, and suddenly burst out laughing. Stunned, (on top of weary) I leaned back in the seat. I couldn't have broken that bulb that way, could I? Oh well, no matter. At least it didn't go through the roof.... ;)
The remainder of the trip was comparatively uneventful; anything short of a nuclear detonation would have fallen into that category, excluded only if it goes off right next to my ear. Jenny would look over often at me and smile; I weakly would return the smile and continue to concentrate on a recovery. I noticed Lisa looking often into the rear-view mirror at me; when she noticed me looking at her I could see her eyes squint as she broke into a smile. "God" I thought to myself, "what a day this has been." It was by no means over. Eventually, we came to a gate guarding an apartment complex. Lisa opened it using a passcard, and we went inside. We pulled in to a spotless carport and disembarked. Lisa suddenly motioned with her forefinger: "C'mere, you." I walked over to where she was standing. Without warning, she took my head into her hands and planted soft, delectable lips over mine. I could feel her tongue pressing and wrapping itself around mine, just like Jenny had done. As I basked in the warm, cuddly sensation that was permeating the very essence of my being, I noticed that Lisa's hand had fallen wayside, and was now rubbing against my crotch. Incredibly enough, I could not muster a hard-on. "Looks like you're gonna need some time to re-charge" she breathed, looking me straight in the eye.
Grabbing my hand, she led me along a small sidewalk until we got to a door stenciled "324." Key in hand, Lisa opened the door, and pulled me inside. I immediately found myself in what appeared to be a living room. There was a couch, TV, VCR, a filled video tape rack, coffee table, and various miscellaneous items. As I more fully stepped into the room, I noticed a dining room table off to my right; the kitchen was accessible through a doorway just in front of the table. Immediately beyond the living room was a narrow corridor; I assumed the bedroom and bathroom lay somewhere beyond. "Make yourself at home, Kyle" Lisa offered. "I'll be right back." As Lisa disappeared into a room somewhere in the corridor, Jenny plopped down on the couch and propped her feet up on the coffee table. "This is REALLY nice." I said, gazing around the room. "Do you two share this apartment?" Jenny looked up from the TV guide she had picked up. "Nope. I still live with my parents. Besides, I couldn't afford the rent on this place. I wasn't the one who won the lottery." She went on to tell me about how Lisa had won almost $30,000 playing the state lottery a couple of years ago. "I have never won dime one in the lottery." I noted. "I'm lucky to have two or three hits out of all the numbers I play."
"Yeah" Jenny lamented, "I'm kinda the same way." Just then, Lisa walked back into the room. She suddenly seemed even sexier than before, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. I know that it was more than the mere fact that she had shed her shoes and was now down to the same white, fuzzy, thick- looking socks that she had used on me back at the restaurant. Or the fact that her lipstick was now an extra shade of dark red. Perhaps it was her sweater, which hung loosely over her breasts. Perhaps it was.... "See anything you like?" Apparently, I had been staring. Embarrassed, I turned away. "Sorry." She just smiled. Lisa's videotape collection turned out to be quite extensive. When she motioned me to select a video, I selected "Return of the Jedi", a movie that I hadn't seen in quite some time. As I put the tape into the machine, Lisa disappeared into the kitchen and, before long a buttery aroma of popcorn began to fill the air. Eventually, we got through "Return", and then watched the "Ah-nuhld" muscle his way through "Conan the Barbarian." It was nice to see these two movies again, and we were all in good spirits when they were over.
As the VCR clicked into auto-rewind, Lisa suddenly leaned over to me. "Well, how do ya feel now?" she asked, her lips curled up into a sexy sort of a sneer. "Eh?" The question had sort of taken me off guard, I was still throwing candles into the well with Arnie in the closing scenes of "Conan." Grabbing me by the shoulders, she bowled me over and landed on top of me. "I said", her face inches from mine, "how do you feel?" Her seductive, low voice seemed to wrap itself around my ears. I suddenly felt a presence between my legs. As Lisa smiled seductively, I began to feel a slight pressure at just the right spot. My cock immediately sprang to life. Lisa's tongue began to caress the corner of her mouth. With a sexy sort of half-smile, her lips inched closer to mine. As I attempted to shift slightly, I noticed that she had me completely pinned, her hands firmly grasping my wrists and holding me down. As her lips moved closer to mine, I closed my eyes and waited for that warm, soft, moist sensation that was a kiss. Instead of my mouth, however, I suddenly felt my lower lip disappear into Lisa's mouth. I flinched instinctively. "Hold still" Lisa commanded.
I could feel the vibration of her voice in my lower lip. As my breath became more and more shallow, her tongue began to explore the entirety of my lower lip. She began to suck on it, and it tickled in an odd, slippery sort of way. She took my lower lip between her teeth, and tugged a little. I moaned. "Open your eyes, Kyle" she commanded. I did. I discovered she was looking right at me, her eyes squinting slightly as she broke into a smile. I could feel the breath from her nose; it was warm and pleasant. Still keeping me pinned, she placed her lips over mine, as if to give me mouth-to-mouth resuscitation. I could feel her tongue probe deeply the interior of my mouth. As she stopped kissing me, she broke into a sexy smile. Grabbing me by the front of my shirt, she pulled me upright, still straddling my lap. As she put her arms around me, her head moved to one side. I suddenly felt a warm breeze on the nape of my neck. Then... something warm and moist suddenly tugged at my earlobe. I moaned in spite of myself. "Feel good?" Lisa whispered into my ear. More sucking on the earlobe. "I don't think I made you cum hard enough last time" she breathed. Yeah right. If I'd cum any harder, I'd be in the hospital making medical history as the world's first example of a distended vas deferens. "Would you like me to make you cum really, really hard, huh, Kyle?" She had finished with my ear, and was now working on my neck and throat, kissing and running her tongue along them. Suddenly, she got up. "Don't run off now, Kyle." she said with a twinkle in her eye. With Jenny looking on, Lisa walked to the dining room table and grabbed a chair. I watched with keen interest as she brought it back with her, unsure of what to expect. As she approached the front of the couch, she placed the chair some distance in front of me, sat down in it, and placed a delectably-socked foot onto my crotch. As if on cue,
I felt my cock harden against the bottom of her foot; I could feel her respond with equal pressure back. Out of the corner of my eye, I observed Jenny walk behind the couch. I suddenly felt hands on my shoulder. Jenny's face suddenly appeared next to mine, a big smile transfixed on it. "Spread your legs some," Lisa commanded. I propped my feet up on the coffee table just behind her, one foot to either side of her. She began to rub, her leg muscles rippling in tandem with her movements. As she did so, Jenny began to rub my chest from behind; I could feel her tits on the top of my head as she massaged my chest. Already, I could feel a pleasant itching sensation starting in my cock; my breath came in shallow, rapid increments as the masturbation progressed. As I watched, I noticed that Lisa seems to arch her foot some. As she did so, I could feel a hint of the same spike of sensation that had occurred in the restaurant. This time, however, it seemed to occur in conjunction with her rubbing action, and it felt unbelievably good. As she began to jiggle her foot faster and faster, the sensations became more and more urgent; I could feel myself leaking in spite of myself. Jenny's hands on my chest had an electric feel to them; Lisa had started to grunt each time her foot "landed" on my crotch, and each one landed with just a little bit more force than the one before it. "C'mon, Kyle, tilt your head back a little," Jenny whispered into my ear, gently pulling my chin backwards. I offered no resistance. As Lisa continued with her masturbation, Jenny draped her tits over my face and hugged them together, thereby embedding my face between them.
I could smell her sweet perfume very strongly now; perhaps she had splashed some directly on them. It didn't take long at all before that odd kind of tickling sensation began in my loins which told me I'd be checking out pretty damn soon. Just as it began, Lisa suddenly stopped. "Let's try it this way, shall we?" As Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could see Lisa fumbling with her socks. First the left, then the right one came off, revealing a perfectly shaped, tan foot each time (she didn't wear any nailpolish). As she cupped her toes as if wrapping them about an imaginary pole, I could only look as her right foot inched slowly towards my crotch. Then, with what seemed to be infinite gentleness, she began to rub my crotch again. Slowly at first, then faster. And harder. Jenny suddenly beamed herself up and over me; her face was now hanging upside down about 5 inches in front of me. She smiled. "Does it feel good when she does that?" she asked. "Uhuh" I responded, trying not to look at the sexy face she was making. "Yeah?" she breathed. I exhaled in the way of a response. A giggle. Then, that tickly kind of feeling starting again. As if she could sense my impending launch, Lisa stopped again. As Jenny moved back, I could see (and feel) Lisa picking with her toes at my crotch. Holding the fold of my fly back with one foot, she was using the other to try to get a hold of the zipper itself. "Now, if can just get... there it goes" Lisa cooed. Grabbing my zipper between her toes, she slowly began to unzip my zipper, looking at me with a sexy sort of face all the while. I could feel slight tickling sensations as the zipper traveled down. Eventually, she reached the bottom of the zipper. Slowly, she eased her foot into my pants; I watched in amazement as all of her foot seemed to disappear. "Ahhhhhhhhhh....." she breathed. "Isn't that better?" I was too emotionally ravaged to respond intelligibly, but I didn't really seem to need to. I could feel her foot inside probing, pushing, searching for something, her motions producing large ripples in my pants. "I know it's here somewhere...." she scowled in a sexy way. Suddenly, I felt flesh on flesh contact. "Ah, there it is." I could feel more flesh contact as she slid her foot deep into the fly of my underwear. "Mmmmmmmm" she moaned as she licked her lips in a sexy way.
I could feel myself leaking substantially now, directly onto her foot. As Lisa started rubbing...no, massaging my cock, Jenny leaned over and buried my face with her tits again. "Ewwww! I can feel it," Lisa exhalted through a giggle. As she began to rub harder and faster, I could feel more and more fluid leak out. Sometimes her foot would drag some of it away, and the tickling that produced heightened the already towering sensations that I was experiencing. As that odd sort of tickle once again welled from deep within my loins, I began to squirm in spite of myself. "Is that the sensitive part right there, Kyle, huh?" Lisa breathed, intensifying and concentrating her rubbing motion. "Right there...right there....right...." I involuntarily began to moan loudly through Jenny's breasts. She squeezed her breasts together, as if to stifle me. "Ohhhhhhhhh!" Lisa exclaimed in a low, intense (almost cruel) voice. "I wanna feel you cum!" By now, the intensity of her actions was such that the entire lower half of my body was jiggling up and down in tandem with her motions. As I inexorably approached what I knew was going to be one helluva climax, I found myself squirming more and more. I could hear Jenny giggle as she attempted to restrain my ability to squirm. "C'mon Kyle! Ahhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhh! Oh YEEEEEEEEEES!" With a feeling that that I'm not sure I can use words to describe, I climaxed. Lisa's goading had cut through the last vestiges of resistance that I was able to muster. The first shot came just as the balls of her feet thrust themselves deep into the head of my cock.
I could feel the load squirt between her toes; my entire underwear suddenly felt pleasantly warm and wet. I was dimly aware of Lisa shouting at me to come harder; I myself was shouting in ecstasy almost in unison with her. Pulses of orgasm washed over me in huge, all-devouring waves as Lisa rubbed, teased, and crushed every last drop of cum out of my spurting cock. I was still shouting in ecstasy long after it was all over; only slowly did I come down from the orgasmic cloud that I was sailing through. I could feel my body cooling down and my breathing became more regular. I could still feel Lisa's delectable foot pressing against my cock, but it was now more of a gentle squeeze now. "My God!" Lisa exclaimed with mock concern on her face. "I think kylie kylie came all over my footsy-wootsy." As Jenny lifted herself off of my face, I could feel Lisa's foot leaving my underwear. As she pulled her foot out, I could see that it was covered with sperm, with tendrils of it clinging hungrily to her foot. "Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" she moaned in mock disgust. Then she giggled. "That looks like a lot, huh?" I looked at her through overwhelmed, thankful eyes. "Oh geez" I gasped, still somewhat out of breath. "Oh Geez!." I had still not fully recovered as Lisa got up and took the chair back to the kitchen. Jenny meanwhile put her sweater back on and followed Lisa, who was headed for the bathroom. Alone in my pool of emotion, I began to reflect on what had transpired, and how I felt about it. Never before had I felt so relaxed, so peaceful, as I did at that moment. Presently, Lisa and Jenny emerged from the bathroom. As Jenny and I made small talk on the couch (Honest! We talked about the MHR class, no sex here; I would've been in no condition for that, anyway), Lisa disappeared into the kitchen, and reemerged with a fresh batch of popcorn. "So....what are we going to watch now?" she inquired. I cast my vote for "Total Recall." I was overruled.
We ended up watching "Close Encounters of the Third Kind" instead; I was glad, as I had forgotten just how good that movie was. We whiled away several hours this way; we watched the original Terminator ("I'll be baaaack.") and one other movie of which I remember nothing (must've been "Ishtar"...). By time we finished, it was nearly 4am. As the last movie began to rewind in the VCR, I tried to stand up and stretch. Big Mistake! It was as if someone had kicked me with all their might right in the balls. I fell back into the couch. "OW! I don't think this is going to work" I emphasized. "Little sore, are we? Wasn't anything I did, was it?" Lisa giggled. "Sure there's nothing I could do to..." As Lisa slid closer to where I was sitting, grinning seductively, I shrunk back. "Nonononono" I pleaded, flailing my arms. More sex was the last thing I needed. "Awwwww, Kyle, honeeeeeyyyyy!" she cooed. Maneuvering through the screen of arms that I was presenting, she thrust her face in front of me, and planted firm lips over mine. As her tongue probed the inside of my mouth in delicious detail, I marveled at my body's inability to respond to that: It felt incredibly sexy, but I was unable to muster an appropriate bodily response.
Lisa must've sensed this, because she didn't kiss for very long. Gazing into my eyes, she said "Poor baby. Now all you're loaded with are blanks." I didn't immediately get the reference, but smiled anyway. "Oh well" she dejected with mock disappointment. "Perhaps Later." A pause. "So what do you want to do, then?" In my present condition, "do" was a verb to be avoided. The sex had also taken a huge toll on my "stay-awake" ability, and I found myself yawning. "Perhaps I'd better go..." "Awwwww, Kyle" Jenny piped up with mock concern. "Did we wear you out?" I smiled. "I'll say." Lisa suddenly looked at her watch. "Oh SHIT!" she exclaimed. "It's four o'clock! I've got a project due this afternoon. I hadn't intended..." Suddenly, Lisa swung into action. I could see her leg muscles flex as she vaulted over the edge of the couch and disappeared into the corridor. "Project?" I inquired. "Yeah." Jenny responded. "In English, of all things. Don't know exactly what it is. She had intended to finish it up this evening, but..." she trailed off, grinning at me. Before I could respond, Lisa zoomed back into the room. "I've got to go to Kinko's. I can drop you off on the way, Kyle." "Sounds good." I nodded. I turned to Jenny.
"Well" I began, unsure of what I wanted to say, "this looks to be it, I guess." Jenny opened her arms, and I stepped into her hug. Her breasts pressed lightly against my chest as she bade me farewell. "Take care of yourself." As I turned to follow Lisa out the door, Jenny turned and headed into the corridor. The sad sound I heard coming from there was no doubt just a bad hinge... Somehow, I made it back to campus in one piece. At the rate of speed Lisa was going, I feared we would either start time traveling or receive the world's juiciest speeding ticket. Fortunately, she began to slow down as we actually got to campus, and we were doing a quite reasonable 60mph by the time we actually got to the library. As we screeched up to the front door, Lisa seemed to relax some. "Well, Kyle. This is it." I didn't want to leave. "Lisa, I..." "Shhhh!" she cut me off. "I'm not one for long good-byes. Let's just break cleanly." I nodded in a fatalistic sort of way. "Will I ever see either of you again?" "Maybe." Lisa said with a wry smile. "Me and Jenny are transferring to another college next quarter.
If we're in the neighborhood, perhaps we'll look you up. Jenny really likes you, and I do too, for that matter. You're the first guy in a long time that didn't spend the entire quarter hitting on us, and you did us a big favor with that report." Lisa's words washed over me like warm oil; now I really didn't want to leave. Suddenly, Lisa leaned over and hugged me tightly. (God did that feel good). "Now get out of here before I cry." As I stepped into the cool, crisp morning air, I heard a voice telling me to "take care." I waved good- bye as she pulled away from the curb. Waaaahhhhhhhh. EPILOGUE: I never did see either one of those two again.
Neither Lisa nor Jenny showed up for the MHR final exam (MHR was the only class we had in common); I found out from the instructor that they had taken it early. As a whole, my finals went quite well, even though I found myself continually distracted by thoughts of Lisa and Jenny and "that night." At the beginning of the quarter, I was just another chemistry-major pencil-neck struggling through the curriculum, unsure of my role in the social scheme of things. I would have given my right arm for the privilege of dating any of the girls in MHR 318, let alone something more elaborate. But, I felt as if I didn't really rate that type of privilege. In one night, two girls showed me that perhaps I do rate, that perhaps looks aren't the only yardstick by which a person is measured. So maybe there's hope for me yet. And, as the following quarter demonstrated, perhaps these opportunities exist more frequently than I would have believed. But that, dear reader, is another story. END ========== I must remember to thank the inventor of the "uh-huh", I owe him/her sooooo much..... A technique the fucking Romans have perfected, Grrrr! Did I mention that the library is accessed exclusively via narrow, winding campus streets crawling with police looking to enforce a 30MPH limit? SHE COULD'VE KILLED ME!!!!!! ;)