Sic Friatur Crustulum (mf) by Foxbat




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Sic Friatur Crustulum


   The screw dance going on in the basement cafeteria of my dorm had finally died down, judging by the absence of wall-pounding thumping bass.  I had just said goodnight to my date for the night, a nice but rather boring girl my roommates had picked out.  She wasn't bad looking (especially after a few drinks), but nothing special, and she had insisted on discussing various TV shows for half the night - a subject of which I was particularly ignorant.  I hung up my jacket, took off my tie and sat on the bed for a minute.  I felt sort of gross from the heat and sweat of the dance-floor, but I was too tired to shower, so I settled on a good shave as a happy medium.  Taking off my oxford shirt, I grabbed a towel and headed for the suite bathroom.  

***

   Thank god my girlfriends saved me, I thought as I climbed up the stairs, trying very hard to focus on not falling back down.  By save, I mean gotten me intoxicated, so that the dweeb my roommates had set me up with didn't seem all that bad.  I'd just said goodbye to him downstairs in the lobby and told him I really needed to sleep.  I had to piss like a race horse, but I didn't want to stick around the lobby for a second more.  When I reached the second floor, I decided I had to go too badly to make it to the fifth floor on the other side of the building where I lived.  

   The door to that suite had been propped open, so I listened for a moment.  The coast was clear. Since most suites were the same, I had no trouble finding my way to the bathroom.

   I walked in the door, and was momentarily startled by the fact that a guy was bent over the sink.  In my drunken state, it was actually more like I saw a pair of muscular arms, a shirtless chest, dress pants, remembered that this was not my bathroom, and then finally realized that a guy was standing there.  He looked up after a second, half his face covered in shaving cream, razor in hand.

   Oh shit, I thought, I knew this guy.  Well, I didn't really know him, but I knew his name, and we had a couple of mutual friends.  Just enough for this to be more awkward than either a good friend or a total stranger.  Shit!

***

   I was very much enjoying my shave, and almost done when I heard the bathroom door open.  I figured it was probably one of my roommates coming home drunk, but when I turned around, this girl was standing there looking at me.  I mean, I was a little tipsy, but definitely not so drunk as to be hallucinating.  She was this girl who I'd seen around a fair deal and maybe been introduced to once or twice, but we'd never really had an chance to get to know each other.  She was very pretty, with fine features, beautiful hair, and generous breasts, but in a refined understated almost aristocratic sort of way.  She wasn't one of the stereotypical hot girls, but maybe could have been with a makeover.  

   "Hi," she said.  I was still trying to figure out what to say as she dropped her purse on the floor and walked behind me to one of the stalls.

    "Uh... you probably want to use the other stall," I said as she headed towards the toilet that regularly floods.  

   "Thanks," she said as she steadied herself and moved towards the other one.  I watched her enter the stall in the mirror.  I'd just come off a relationship, and was trying to think of a way to prevent this from becoming so awkward that she would avoid me forever.  I shaved my lower jaw for the fourth time.

***

   I was a little worried when I sat down, knowing that he was standing about 4 feet away at the sink.  I tried to wait for a minute in case he was going to leave, but when that didn't happen, I went.  As I was sitting there, it occurred to me that I probably ought to be mortally embarrassed, and that I would definitely be in the morning.  He was kind of hot though, and it was a bummer to waste him, since I would obviously never be able to look him in the eye again after this.

   Finished, I stood up and opened the stall door.  He was just washing his face, and I couldn't help but notice his face - it was square jawed and he wore a serious expression although his eyes twinkled with humor, as if he knew something but didn't want to let on.  His sandy blond hair was fairly short and sort of mussed from his night out.  He was looking at me in the mirror.

   "Are you ok?" he said, and I nodded, still standing there.  "Would you like some water?" he asked.

   "I'm ok," I said realizing a moment too late that I answered the wrong question.  Fuck.  He shrugged and wiped his face off with a towel, before walking to the bathroom door and holding it for me.

***

   I guess it was not to be, I thought, watching her walk past me in her black party dress.  My cock twitched momentarily as she walked down the hall towards the door as I walked behind her to my room which was next to the door.  Damn.  Well, it was worth the shot.

   I opened the door to my room, and turned to take one last look at her before going in.  She had stopped at the door and was looking at me, and I could read the hesitation on her face.  

   "Actually, could I have some water?"  she said.  Caught off guard, my tongue froze for a second.  

   "Sure - hang on - let me grab a cup," I said, letting her walk back to my room before letting go of the door to find something for her to drink from.  Lifting up a pile of papers, I rejected shot-glasses as suitable.  I finally found my coffee mug (clean, thankfully) behind my computer speakers.  Cup in hand, I turned around.

   "What does that say?"  She was pointing to a small sign on my wall, framed in an unassuming simple black frame.  On the slightly yellowed paper, it said in all capital letters SIC FRIATUR CRUSTULUM.  It had hung on the wall of the Latin classroom when I was in high school, and the teacher had given it to me when I left for college.  

   "Thus the cookie crumbles," I told her.  She nodded, and I watched her eyes continue their inspection of my room.  You never realize how personal you room can  be until circumstances like this.

   "You have strange taste in art," she said, in a tone of observation rather than criticism.

***

   He shrugged his shoulders.

   "I like my taste in art," he replied, looking at the disparate prints on his walls.  He said it as if he had momentarily re-examined every piece and come to the conclusion that it was in fact satisfactory.  "You would probably think my taste in music even stranger."

   Well.  I walked over to his imac where iTunes was open, and decided to check for myself.  His playlist was indeed strange in the same way as his posters - rather than having lots of ripped cds, there were only one or two songs per artist, and not necessarily their most well known.  The music ranged from Toby Kieth to LeAnn Rimes to Rammstein with everything in between.  You could tell that every song had been deliberately picked.  And there were over a thousand of them.

   "Yeah... I'd say you qualify for strange taste in music too.  I've never meant a guy who has, let alone admits to having, LeAnn Rimes," I said.  I felt him leaning against the back of the desk chair I was sitting in, although it was more that I sensed mass and solidness behind me.  His voice was surprisingly close.

  "It's a good song," he said, as if that were justification enough.  I turned around, and he still had the same serious expression, but his eyes were sparkling, as if he was about to burst apart in inner laughter.

   "What are we supposed to talk about now?" I said, at a loss for words.

***

   God she was pretty.

   "I think now is when I kiss you." I responded.

   ***

   He said it almost as if it were a question.  Without closing his eyes, he leaned closer.

   ***

   She leaned towards me almost imperceptibly as I closed my eyes and kissed her.  Her mouth was small and warm as I invaded it with my tongue.  I could feel her breathing quicken as our tongues danced.

   ***

   He smelled very manly, I decided, as we kissed.  I let my hand touch his arm, running my palm up his forearm, letting it rest on his bicep.  Opening my eyes for half a second, I had to look at him.  His eyes were closed, and he looked incredibly relaxed, as if this were completely natural and he were completely at peace with what was going on.  In that moment, I would have followed him anywhere.

   ***

   I opened my eyes for a split second.  I had to see her face.  She was every bit as pretty as I had thought, and her expression was one of simple feminine happiness.  I liked her boldness - she wasn't fearless, but she went after what she wanted.  I could feel her hand on my arm, and I felt wonderful.  None of the usual apprehension was there.  Whether due to alcohol or providence, I didn't know.

   I broke the kiss, and took in her face until she opened her eyes.  She rotated the chair around away from the computer, and I offered her my hand, raising her to her feet.  Without speaking, I led her over to the bed, where we lay down and resumed the kiss.

***
   
   Being kissed like this was just so great, I thought, as I felt his fingers lightly running over my stomach and arms, skating around my breasts. I reached up and pulled him closer, as our kiss became more ravenous.  I could feel butterflies in my stomach in unconscious anticipation of what was to come, as his fingers finally ran over my boob, pausing to caress my nipple.  Before I could enjoy it though, they had moved on and were caressing my neck and face.

   I hadn't gotten any since I broke up with my boyfriend a few months earlier, despite a few random dates and nights out.  I ran my nails over his strong shoulders and pulled him closer.

***

   I felt her impatience, but I wanted to go slowly to heighten the experience.  I let my hands run over her breasts again, pressing on her nipple with my palm as it hardened.  Her breathing was ragged as ran my hand down her thigh and back up over her crotch.  I felt her gasp into the kiss as my hand ran over her damp panties and continued up over her stomach.  

   I felt her pull away, and I leaned back as she sat up in the bed and pulled her elegant black dress over her head.  Her curly hair cascaded over her shoulders like a 30's movie star, and her full breasts stood out from her chest like she was posing for a photo shoot.  Straddling me, ran her hands down my chest, and undid my belt.

***

   He had the same serious expression on his face, as I pulled off his pants and shorts, although his eyes told me that he was enjoying it.  His cock was like a tent-pole in his shorts, before they followed his pants to the floor.  I crawled back on the bed, and admired his shaft before sticking out my tongue and slowly licking it from base to tip.  He closed his eyes and exhaled slowly as I engulfed the tip in my mouth.

***

   This girl knew how to suck cock - the sensations emanating from my penis were amazing - much better than any previous experiences.  I looked down to see her staring back up at me - her large breasts hanging down beautifully from her petit frame, as her mouth moved up and down on my dick.  I close my eyes again, but the sensation stopped.

  I was about to open my eyes, when I felt warm wetness moving down cock.  I opened my eyes, as she put her hands on my chest to support herself as she sank down on to my cock, straddling me.

   ***
   
   God he was big, I thought, as I felt myself opening to his penis.  I stopped when I had the entire length buried in me - I shuddered as I remembered how good sex could feel.  I almost couldn't believe this was happening, but it felt so good that all other thoughts were forced from my mind.  I put my hands on his strong chest, and started rocking myself on his cock, feeling it move in and out, as I ground myself against him.  His hands came up to play with my boobs, holding them firmly but not painfully as twinges of pleasure shot through me.  

   His hands moved to my hips as he began thrusting upwards, and I felt my first orgasm of the night begin building deep inside me.

***

   I watched her beautiful face as she close her eyes in ecstasy.  I pistoned my cock even faster into her, as her moaning increased in pitch.  Seconds later, I'm pretty sure she orgasmed, judging my the volume and the way she shuddered around my cock.

   When she had calmed down a little bit, I gently pushed her off me to the side.  She lay there face down, legs spread slightly, as I moved behind her.  Using my hand, I ran my fingers between her labia, smearing her natural lubrication around, and occasionally running a finger over her clit, causing her to jerk.  After a minute, I mounted her from behind, pushing my raging hard dick back into her sodden hole, as she oooohed.

***

   My mind was floating among the clouds of pleasure in post-orgasmic bliss land.  I was vaguely aware of an absence as I rolled off him, but his hand quickly took over, and I was back in the state of bliss until I felt myself being penetrated a second time.  I could feel his hands prying my buttocks apart as his penis probed around trying to find the hole, and then I felt a sudden surge as it sank in to the hilt.  He didn't move for a minute or so, and I felt myself writhing against him in anticipation as his hands played with my nipples and breasts.

   Finally, he got the point and began fucking me in earnest, pulling his cock almost all the way out and then slamming it home, sending shockwaves of pleasure through me, pounding me into the mattress on his bed.  I straightened out so that I was lying flat on my stomach with my hips angled upwards to ease the angle, and I felt his cock pushing in over and over again, stimulating my g spot as I returned to orgasm land.

***

   With one hand buried in her hair, and the other between her and the mattress buried in the folds her wet pussy, I sloppily kissed her mouth.  I jammed my cock into her and watched her watched her aristocratic face contort in throes of orgasm and her breasts jiggle in time with my thrusts.  I pushed myself as far inside her as I could, enjoying the feeling of possession and the power of making her come so hard.  With one last thrust, I tipped over the edge into orgasm myself, spewing my cum into her before collapsing on the bed.

***
   
   When I again descended from the heights of Mount Orgasm to the land of mortals, I felt my breathing constricted by him still lying on top of me.  I also became aware of the fact that his penis was still buried in my snatch as he weakly moved to keep his softening member inside me.  He smelled wonderfully masculine between the sex and the sweat, and he looked even more at peace - the expression he had worn before replaced by a contented look of serenity.  I sighed and snuggled against him as his penis dislodged from me and trailed cum across my thigh.  He wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly.

***

   I woke up in the morning, startled by the presence of someone else in my bed.  It took only a second before thoughts of the previous night came flooding back, and I looked at the girl sleeping soundly next to me.  She was covered by the blankets, but still naked and I could see her full breasts and the curve of her ass where the blankets didn't reach.  I looked up at my wall.  Sic friatur crustulum.



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Well, I know this isn't my usual type of story, but it was on my mind and fun to write... hope the split narration wasn't too weird.  I couldn't make up mind between who should tell the story.  As always, I love to hear from people no matter what their opinion.

Yours,
Foxbat


