Amanda whore of college

The whole thing smelled like it had been spritzed with the inside of a Cosmopolitan. I’m still not sure what kind of perfume it is, but until I associated it with her, I couldn’t stand it…

It’s fairly safe to say that the promise an entire weekend with Amanda dominated my thoughts for the remainder of the week. Not even a thought of how to keep Alan from finding out, but lots of thoughts about Amanda. Sex’ll do that to a guy.

Chapter 4: Birds Do It, Bees Do It…

Amanda was dropped off sometime Friday afternoon. I couldn’t be there for her reception, since I had an attendence-required class. I guess Ed must’ve taken her up to our room.

When I got back from class, I found Ed in his usual spot: sitting in front of my computer, playing Doom. Amanda was on my loft, leaning down to see Ed and my monitor, her hair, somewhat ridiculously, hanging straight down over her face. They were making small-talk as I walked in.

“….so, um, like… can I watch…” was the first thing I heard. Typical Ed stuff.

“Sure!”, She said with a smile in her voice. “Hi there!”, she said, upon noticing my return over the deafening booms and roars of Ed’s computer game. She gracefully hopped off the top of my loft and bounded over to me. I closed the door as her enthusiastic kiss of greeting smashed me up against it (not an entirely unpleasant situation, mind you…). I scooped her up and carried her over to Ed’s bed, where I dropped her.

“Brute”, she pouted, and made a face, “I guess that, since you don’t want me anymore, I’ll just have to give myself to Ed…”

“OK!” came Ed’s enthusiastic assent. “Ed, take me NOW!!!” She did her

best lust-crazed porno-starlet voice. It was very convincing. She must’ve had lots of practice.

Ed started to get up. I was impressed. Not even the threat of Nuclear Holocaust can normally drag Ed from my computer. On the other hand, as Ed put it “the only thing better than computers is sex…”, and seeing a nubile young brunette in a short, loose skirt and equally loose top was probably doing just as much for him as it was for me.

“Now wait JUST a second…” I said, moving between Ed and his supposed quarry, “You weren’t seriously planning on letting Ed watch, were you?”

“Don’ try to be a Neanderthal. It doesn’t suit you, lovie……if you don’t, Ed’ll have to sleep someplace else. my brother would wonder about that…”

Good logic. Hard to argue with. Not that I was exactly comfortable with the idea. “I see your point. Now, what’re gonna do about food. And bathroom-time?”

Ed interjected: “Well, I guess we COULD send her…uhhm… down the stairs, and over to one of the girls’ dorms…but Alan would think it….odd if we didn’t eat with him at least a couple times this weekend…and there’s always the problem of sneaking her back IN.”

“Don’t you guys have money? Can’t we just order food?” “NO” our reply

was in unison.

Clearly, there wasn’t a lot of planning in this venture. “Well, I

guess I’ll just have to live on come!” She smiled. My heart and my pants leapt. “And we can cross the bathroom problem when we come to it.”

With that, she hit me with a pillow. Playing along, I fell onto the bed and commenced tickling her. Her assault quickly broke into peals of laughter as my fingers found the places she was most sensitive: her tummy, her feet, her underarm. Soon, my attack left her panting. “Stop before I wet my pants!”

We spent the next few hours talking, something Amanda and I had never really done. It was the usual small-talk, at first. Amanda was a good student, and on her school’s gymnastics and swimming teams. She was turning fifteen in a month. She liked to read, especially Anne Rice novels. She played clarinet, and was also in her high school’s band. Her favorite color was purple. She really liked the movie “Speed”. As she put it, “Keanu Reeves has a nice ass.”

For my part, she didn’t seem to object to my choice of music (Classical and Opera), saying that “I’ve never really listened to it before”, or my absensce of religion, which is something I had expected to bother her, or even the stacks of Playboys that can be found in numerous places in my room. I guess I could say that I was surprised that, after speaking to me for awhile, she still wanted to be with me.

After a time, the topic of discussion turned to sex. My contribution to the dialogue could be adequately summed up by saying “You’re it.”, while Ed merely related his experiences to both of us. Amanda’s portion of the conversation was by far the most interesting, and she did the vast majority of the talking.

“It’s a pretty safe bet then, that I’ve had twice as much sex as both of you… I had my first time almost three years ago, I think. I was in the sixth grade. The guy was an eighth-grader. We rode the bus together, and I had a crush on him for almost a year by then. Anyway, about that time, I was just starting to get (motioning downward) these, and I was rather proud of them. After all, none of my friends had tits yet. Even some of the seventh and eighth grade girls didn’t have ’em that big.

So I knew what I had. And what I wanted: Him. It really didn’t take me very long to get him, either. I just sat by him on the bus a few times and mashed my chest into his arm, really. I suppose he picked up on that right away, because, less than a week after I started, he had invited my to his house. That day, I told my mom that I was going over to a friend’s house, which made things easier. Anyway, to make a long story short, we spent a couple hours touching each other. I remember that Tod – that was his name, Tod, squeezed my chest so hard he left bruises, and that he wasn’t much interested in anything besides my tits. Like, anyway, he didn’t seem to be interested in actual fucking, but when I put my mouth on his dick, he got REAL excited. It didn’t take me very long to make him come. At first I thought I had hurt him, with all the noise he was making. Turns out, he had never had an orgasm before. I thought that was funny. After all, I had been “touching myself” for, like, YEARS by that time. Guess I just thought everybody was that, umm…precocious.

“Another funny thing about Tod: He never kissed me. I didn’t think about THAT, either, when we were going about our thing together. You’d think that most people would get, like, a first kiss before a first blowjob…not me.” She laughed, while Ed and I just sat in silence.

“But, like I was saying, Tod never talked to me after that. He moved away the next summer. “My next fling was the summer of my seventh-year. With my best friend’s older brother. He might’ve been fourteen or fifteen – the same age I am now. I remember, like, really well, he had got gotten completely crushed by the first girl he’d ever tried to ask out. I was spending the night, so I was there… he was just CRYING. I felt really bad for him. Really bad. So I went over sat next to him on the couch. I put my hands on my knees in front of him, stuck out my chest, and said “Well, I’LL be your girlfriend.” He, like, told me that I was really sweet and stuff for saying that, but that he kinda wanted somebody his own age. But, uhhm, later that night, he came down to the basement, where we were, you know, sleeping, and woke me up. He asked me if I meant what I had said, and if I knew what boyfriends and girlfriends do. I don’t think he expected me to say yes, but I did. I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, and I let him do it. We went upstairs together, and he took my cherry right on his bed. It hurt like hell, and for a minute I thought I was gonna scream, but I didn’t. It turned out pretty good, for a first time, once I got used to the feeling. It’s something I can’t explain – getting screwed, that is, it’s a fullness, I guess. Maybe you have to be a girl to get it.

“I went back to Scott every chance we had together, about twice a month, until he got another girlfriend. Turns out, it was, like, the same chick that’d turned him down the first time. But in the three or four months we were, uhhm… doing it, we learned a lot from each other. I think I was HIS first time, too, but he never said it. Scott, like, never kissed me, either.At least, like, not like the kinds of kisses you should give somebody when you’re doin’ what we were doin’. More like the kinds of kisses you give to somebody you’re related to. Just, like, quick pecks on the lips and cheeks, never any tongue. No hickeys or anything.

“Well, I dunno if I should tell you guys this next part…it’s like, kinda weird. Oh well, you’ll probably like this part better than the rest anyway. OK, so like, my first kiss… this is weird… well, anyway…my best friend, Scott’s sister, her name’s Melissa, but anyway, she like, figured out what Scott and I were doing a couple weeks before we stopped, like, doing it. So, she like, told me that, unless I did what she said, she’d like, tell Mom n’ Dad. So, anyway, that got me in line really quick. I mean, I just thought she wanted me to do some of her homework or something. But she didn’t.Nope. See, most of the girls at school always thought Melissa was a little weird. Nothing major, she was, like, still pretty popular and stuff, but she had turned down a couple of HIGH SCHOOL guys that had asked her out.You guys can see where this is heading, can’t you? Yup. Melissa was gay.

“Or, at least, she thought she was. She told me that she wasn’t real sure. Men just didn’t seem very interesting. ME…er *I* on the other hand… *I* was very interesting. She was pretty reasonable in her demands, I guess. All she wanted me to do was kiss her. Weird, huh? I mean a real kiss, like a serious kiss. Well, we did it. She asked me if I liked it. I told her I wasn’t sure. So we did it again. I still wasn’t sure. I mean really, I was, but like, doing it with a GIRL and liking it felt pretty funny. So I just said I wasn’t sure. Well, by the time I WAS sure, Melissa and I were rolling on the floor, an’ I was a good ten feet away from most of my clothes, with my hands pushed up under her sweater and bra. Yeah, I was sure. I was sure I liked it…”

“So you’re bi, right?” I think I said it first. “Well, I kinda think of myself as somebody that just likes sex, really. I mean, a tongue is a tongue is a tongue, right? Besides, I’m not done yet.”

Ed and I shifted uncomfortably in our seats. “Well, I’ve been doing

it with Melissa ever since. We’ve done it everywhere… from fingKimg each other on the schoolbus to eating each other in the showers after PE. I can’t complain, except that I can’t get her to try, you know, dick.”

“I’ve done a couple other guys on the side. They’ve all been quiet, older guys… I’ve probably been the first time for every guy I’ve ever done. Maybe I’m just a slut.” She brightened at the thought.

Then Ed asked if there was anything Amanda HADN’T done. “Well, I’ve never had more than one person at a time. Never took a cock in my ass. I’ve never, like fucked an animal. No whips and chains No spanking. No pissing. No raping. No incest. And, I’ve like, never done anybody younger than I am… oh, and I’ve never had anybody over 21.”

“Well, I guess that covers just about everything, then, doesn’t it. I mean, it sounds like you’ve had a pretty decent course of normal sex.”, I said.

“I didn’t say I wasn’t willing to TRY those things. Whips and chains might be fun. Group and anal, well, who knows… the night is still young.”

“YOU,” I said, “are NYMPHO”. “And we like it!” added Ed. “Good. So

like, where do you guys wanna start?”

Despite Ed’s words, I really wasn’t sure if I did like it. I was a little perturbed that she wanted Ed involved, too. On the other hand (no pun intended) having no other sexual outlets is a powerful persuading factor. Besides, it could be fun.

Less than ten seconds later we were digging through the mess of miscellaneous stuff that makes up Ed’s half of our room. Books, clothes, three-year old newspapers, toiletries, small electrical devices, Ed’s razor (“I thought I’d lost that YEARS ago!” he exclaimed), and probably the ancestral homes of a few dozen different species of vermin make up what Ed calls his “closet” and what everyone else calls a trash heap. The object of our search was nowhere to be found – a number of garish ties that Ed affectionately refers to as his “bondage devices”.

After a few minutes of careful searching, Ed rediscovered the ties. Or, to be more precise, a half-dozen masterpieces of tastelessness, each chosen, apparently, on the basis of their colors clashing with everything in existance, especially each other.

While Ed began to tie Amanda up, I decided to select some music befitting our venture. I chuckled as I loaded “A Night on Bald Mountain” into the CD changer. Orff’s “Carmina Burana” was next. The changing tempos in Holst’s “The Planets” might make things very interesting, so that went in as well. After that came a couple of CDs filled with slow, romantic music, like Barber’s “Adagio for Strings” and Satie’s “Gymnopedies”. Of course, the last CD was “Three Tenors”…

Amanda was a very pleasing sight when Ed was finished. Since his bed had no place to tie the “bondage devices”, Ed merely tied her arms together above her head around a pillow. Similarly, since there was no place Ed could bind her legs, he had improvised by knotting several ties together and securing her with the entire length. It wasn’t much as bondage went, but then, it’s not the sort of thing most people prepare for on a daily basis, either…at any rate, because her arms were tied over just so, her chest jutted out proudly, while her legs were spread in invitation. She was smiling.

“Gee guys, three things off the checklist, all at ONCE! What more could a girl ask for?!”

“How about another girl…” came Ed’s reply. “Do you know any that’d

like, want to?” “Well, I don’t, but Sam might. After all, he seems to know a lot more people around here than I do…”

Chapter 4: Makin’ Whoopee

As it turned out, I did know several girls I would just LOVE to see as part of our little group. Unfortunately, they were all straight.

“Oh well. It can’t hurt to ask…” was Amanda’s reply after I told her. I thought it might upset the mood of the moment if I explained what “harassment” is, so I just let it go.

“Ya’ know…” said Ed, “I really should’ve, umm… taken her clothes off before I tied her up like that. Prob’ly would’ve helped out a lot…”

“I was wondKimg about that…” “Can’t you guys hurry up and DO

SOMETHING?!” “Alright. She’s wearing a skirt. That’s no problem. Easy to work around. We’ll just shove her panties off to one side.”

“Why don’t we…uhhm…just cut ’em off.” “Those’re pretty nice

clothes. Do you want to ruin her nice clothes?” “For God’s sake, you two! This is supposed to be BONDAGE, dammit! I’m supposed to be helplessly under your total control, forced to submit to your every manly desire, and you’re worried about my CLOTHES?! Just cut the damn things off and fuck me!” I think Amanda was a little upset.

Luckily, I had a pair of scissors. I’m not sure I could’ve survived another search of Ed’s side of the room. I handed them to Ed, while I tore off her blouse. She seemed to like that. I spent the next few moments getting reaquainted with Amanda’s breasts – still covered by a lacy black bra – in the normal ways: petting, caressing, licking, sucking…

To complete her bondage fantasy, we tied the remainder of her skirt about her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. Not only that, but in what I considered a marvelous touch, but I also shoved her damp panties (these were Hanes for Women brand. French cut again. They were blue this time) into her mouth to act as a gag. We could both tell that she was really getting into the whole fantasy. She made these incredibly erotic little whimpers and moans. Very arousing. Especially when she started struggling against her bindings.

Then came the moment of truth: could Ed and I do it? Ed went on without hesitation, stripping off his pants and underwear, then his shirt. It took me a bit longer to get naked, so Ed ended up getting his choice of positions.

I watched as Ed gently massaged her thighs, her shaven pussy. His entrance into her was a quick, deft thrust, followed by a slow, rhythmic pistoning of his hips. In the meantime, I moved to the head of the bed, to my willing slut’s mouth. I kissed her first, then took the “gag” from her mouth, tossing it aside. She immediately began to moan, throatily, to lick her pouted lips. I lowered my cock to her lips. Her response was instantaneous; I felt the hot wetness of her questing tongue as my manhood came within it’s reach. She licked it entire length, probing every fold and crease between tip and base, taking my balls into her mouth, one at a time, her lips taking every opportunity to bring my shaft into the hot confines of her mouth.

I teased her for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of her tongue’s caress. Finally, in a brief moment of rapture, she sucked my manhood in. She introduced me to a new pleasure just then, the blow job. At first I was afraid to let her take in all of me. Then I remembered who I was dealing with (she had probably started deep-throating cucumbers at age 10…), and began to slowly move my hips as she took me in to the hilt. Soon, I was literally fucking her mouth, just as Ed was pounding her cunt a foot or so away.

It continued for hours that way. We switched positions dozens of times, taking turns at her pussy, and her mouth (I even pushed her ample breasts together and fucked THEM)…the variety of positions was damn near infinite. There was never a time during the whole evening that at least one of us DIDN’T have it up. I don’t know how many times I came, or Ed, but multiorgasmic doesn’t even BEGIN to describe Amanda… There was never any speaking, during the whole time. Just sex. And music. The only reason I can even possibly be aware of the amount of time that passed is that the music emanating from my stereo stopped before we finished.

However, eventually, our bodies betrayed us. Neither Ed nor I could find the energy for another round with our nymphomaniac fuck toy. So we untied her, and took off her “blindfold”. Of course, the first thing she did, after standing and stretching herself (a sight to behold, I might add), was move her own hands to her pussy. She sat back down on Ed’s bed, where we were both sprawled, and settled in between us. We just sat together for a time.I might’ve fallen asleep for a while, but I’m not really sure. It was still dark when Amanda spoke.

“That was good…mmmm…very good…I think I need a shower now…” The shower turned out not being much of a problem. Ed just made sure nobody was coming, while I escorted her down to the bathroom. The place was pretty much deserted, except for a short, blonde guy worshipping the porcelain goddess at a stall on the far end of the room. He had had far too much to drink to even lift his head up from the stall. I led her to our shower stall of love, and stood guard while she cleaned herself. I suppose it was a rush job on her part, but nerves and boredom made the wait an eternity.

She ran all the way back down to my room in the nude. I ran after her, holding the towel she had dried herself with. Luckily, the hall was deserted. When we got back to the room, we found Ed laying on the floor, asleep. That was perfectly reasonable, since his bed was probably a total loss (I know, I was sitting in part of the wet spot for quite some time. Amanda certainly did. I’ll bet even Ed was in part of it…I’ll also bet the laundry service had a hell of a time with those sheets.). I climbed up into my loft, and watched as Amanda primped at my mirror – brushing her teeth, then brushing her hair. She looked gorgeous, even then.

After she finished, she climbed up the loft and snuggled up next to me. I pretended to be asleep, but she gave me a goodnight kiss anyway. I just pondered the evening’s events, replaying them over and over, until exhaustion overcame me.

Chapter 5:Saturday Morning…Cartoons? (or: Sam Gets a Woman)

BANG! THuDthUDTHUD “Dammit! Open up you fuckos. I’m hungry. FOOD! Ed, the Tick is on in half an hour. Why the hell aren’t you up yet? And why is your door locked? It’s never locked! Dammit! Ed! Get up.” POUNDPOUNDthud.

“And bring Sam’s floppy disks!” Ah yes, Alan’s Saturday morning ritual. Going to bed after Ed and I, getting up early to pound on our door, to herald the arrival of his favorite Saturday morning cartoon. As usual, I ignored him. Also as usual, Ed didn’t, sleepily getting up off the floor, sloughing on a pair of pants and a T-shirt, and opening the door.

“Shhh,” Ed whispered, “Sam got a woman, you dumbass. They’re sleeping.” “Whoa! Lemme see! Did he let you watch? Why didn’t anybody tell me? I woulda, like, gotten food, or something.”

Alan started to rush into the room, but Ed managed to narrowly avert disaster by shoving him back out into the hall. He shut and locked the door behind him.

As I was contemplating my need of a fresh pair of underwear, I heard very distinctly, from the other end of the hallway, through two dozen walls, the exclamations of Paul and Chris, two if the other people Alan watches cartoons with…

“WHO? GOT A WHAT? WHEN?” was Paul’s reaction, the louder of the two. So loud, in fact, that I was extremely surprised that Amanda didn’t wake up, too.

The shouting didn’t stop, but I ceased paying attention and went back to sleep.

When I woke up the second time, I was pleasantly reminded of the fact that a girl had shared my bed, as I found that my cock was back in her mouth. She was looking up at me as she bobbed up and down on my throbbing erection (actually, it was really throbbing. In fact, it kinda hurt. Overuse or something…). It was a tremendous turn-on. I came less than a minute later.

“It looked like it needed attention, so I thought I’d surprise you”, she said, dreamily, “anyway, I’m starving. What’re we, like, gonna do for food?”

“I’ll see if I can’t find something.” I climbed out of bed. Amanda jumped down.

“What time is it, anyway?” “According to Ed’s alarm clock, it’s 12:22, which means it’s actually about 2:45 or so.” “Oh. Good. Now, where’s my knapsack…” She found it laying at the top of a particularly large pile of ERD (Ed Related Debris) on Ed’s desk. After a moment of digging about its contents, she came up with a suitable outfit for the day – in this case, a incredibly short, tight cutoff jeans, and an equally short red T-shirt, lifted by the slope of her chest to expose her slender midriff.

“Try not to ruin this one. I’m going to have a hard time explaining that, you know, skirt to Mom.”

“What did you tell your parents, anyway? I’m not in trouble, am I?” “Geez, quit worrying…I, like, told Mom and Dad that I was going to a concert in Chicago with Melissa. Melissa really is at a concert this weekend, and I’m sure that, like, her parents wouldn’t think it’s weird if I went along.”

“Oh, OK, I guess. Just one more thing…what do you use for birth control? Should I have…”

POUNDPOunDThuD “Open the fucking door, Sammy! I wanna meet your new babe!” It was Paul.

“Yeah. Me too. And I want your floppy disks, too” And Alan. “Sammy got a woman? Alllrright Sam!” That was Dick, my residence counselor, who must’ve just overheard the overloud topic of the day. I grimaced, considered the origin of the term “shit oneself”, and quickly took a seat at my computer, just as I heard the click of Dickr’s master key turning the lock of my door. I was dead for sure, if by nothing else than sheer embarrassment.

“Saaaaammmmyyy! Where ya’ hidin’ the mystery chick?” Dickr kicked open the door, with Alan and Paul right behind, throwing bits of torn tissue (toilet?) paper and the fringes of pages torn from spiral-bound notebooks.

“Fuck off, Dick, she left, like, half an hour ago. You guys suck. Get out. I wanna get dressed…”

“No way man, not until we have bestowed the gifts of manhood upon you.” Paul handed me a cigarette. “The first gift, sponsored by Steve, your traditional post-coital smoke. Next,” Paul handed me a box of Sheiks, “the armor of the man of the nineties, sponsored by _moi_, and finally,” Paul smiled. Alan just kept throwing his confetti. “the centerpiece of our celebration…”

“What is this shit? The Three Kings of the fucking Orient bearing gifts from the far side of the hallway? Get the fuck out.” I smiled. It was actually a rather impressive display of sarcasm.

“Nope. Better, Stud-Man, we got you an ENTIRE BOOK of sexual positions!”

“The New Joy of Sex”, I read. Wow. “I found it sitting on top of my

roommate’s TV”, said Alan. “Tell you what Sammy…I know it’s against dorm rules and everything, but I’m even gonna let you light that up if want.”

“Eat a dick, Dick.” “Well, if that’s the way you feel about it, fine… I guess I’ll just hafta get something better for ya… be right back.” “So who was she? Do I know her? Will she let me do her, too?” Alan was still throwing that damned confetti…

“Her name is Kim. You don’t know her. I doubt it.” “How was it, man?”

“It fuckin’ RULED!” “Sounds about right.” Dick came back in. He handed me a little booklet. “Here ya’ go. Best I can do.” “Gee Dick, thanks…a $25 booklet of gift certificates for the dorm food services. Wow.” (obviously, this is sarcasm…)

“Well, ya’ know, you CAN use those at the grills. Don’t you eat there a lot?”

“Alright. Cool, Dick. You can leave anytime now.” “I want full details

later!” “Why, are you gettin’ bored of the same old deviant sex

fantasies?” I ushered the group out the door, and locked it behind them. Where the hell was Amanda? As it happened, both she and her knapsack were close enough to my closet for her to shut herself in. She was sitting in the farthest corner, and had built a wall using the empty boxes that are the primary contents of my closet.

“Are they always like that? I thought I was in deep shit there for a minute.” “Nope. Normally, they’re MUCH worse. I mean, Alan was even KNOCKING today…I guess that it’s all out of a new-found respect and admiration of their dorm-brother and fellow student, who has recently awed them by the loss of his virtue, by the proving of his stud-hood…”

She laughed. I was reminded of the first time I met her, barely a month before. Music playing and birds singing, all over again. It was cool. “Well, like I was saying, before I was so RUDELY interrupted…”

“Oh. That’s like, not even a big deal. I’ve been on the pill for, I dunno, about two ‘r three years. Ever since I figured out how to get ’em.”

“And how, exactly, is that?” “Well, I didn’t think I could just go someplace and, like get a prescription, so I blew the pharmacist at the local Walgreen’s.”

“You’re an incorrigible slut. You know that, don’t you?” “Well, yeah,

but like, liking sex isn’t against the law, ya’ know.” “It is until you

turn eighteen.” “Oh yeah. I forgot.” More smiles. More giggles. I think she might’ve even blushed. We spent most of the rest of the day on my bed, just talking. Every now and then we would kiss or grope each other, but mostly we just talked. We talked about sports. She likes them, I don’t (although I could probably be interested in a girl’s gymnastics or swimming meet…). We talked about books. There we had common interests, and spent quite bit of time discussing the relative merits of favored authors. When the topic turned to music, I was thrilled to find that she liked what she had heard, or could remember hearing, from the night before. My reaction was, of course, to play more music, to introduce her to Puccini and Chopin, to Tchaikovsky and Debussey…

She made a face as the opening notes of “Che gelida manina”, (the great romantic tenor aria from “La Boheme”) flowed into the room. Then I clasped her hand, and began to translate…

By the time we were through to “O soave fanciulla”, we were rolling on the floor. She was literally quaking every time the tenor reached a high note.

I suppose it’s also fitting to mention that, when I finally climaxed, the sun was just starting to set, and my stereo was just beginning to play the first mournful notes of “E lucevan le stelle”. Beautiful. Amanda, the music, the world outside the room she couldn’t leave…it was all beautiful.

As the music played on, she rolled over onto her back, propped her head up on a convienent pillow, and sighed.

E lucevan le stelle… “I want you to be special”, she said, gazing

out my window. e olezzava la terra… “Isn’t the fact that you came

here enough?” stridea Puscio del’orto… “No…I mean,

special…something I’m never going to forget.” e un passo sfiorava la

rena. “I’ll never forget…” Entrava ella, fragrante, “Look…I’ve never been emotional with a man before. I’m almost sorry that you couldn’t be my first, but I can’t exactly take that back, can I? I don’t have too many firsts left…”

mi cadea fra le braccia. I began to massage her back. “What would you

have me do? I’ll do it.” O! dolci baci, o languide carrezze, She kissed

me. Tenderly. On the cheek. mentr’io fremente “Say it. Please.” la

belle forme disciogliea dai veli! “I’ve never had a man…back

there…” She wiggled her hips slightly. Svani per sempre il sogno mio

d’amore… My hands traced downward, massaging her ribs, her

buttocks. L’ora e fuggita “There’s some lubricant in my bag…get it.

Please.” e muoio disperato! I spread the vaseline over her slowly,

pausing a few times to take in her beauty… E non ho amato mai tanto la vita! And entered her, slowly easing my cock into her. She began to whimper as soon as I entered her back passage, and I almost stopped, in the fear that I was causing her pain. When she turned her head toward me, I could see tears welling up in her eyes. Yet she shook her head and smiled, weakly. I chose to continue. Soon, she began to meet my thrusts with those of her own. Her whimpers became the soft moans I was accustomed to. I watched the sun go down from behind her back…

Chapter 6:So Long, Farewell, Aufweidersehen, G’bye…

She wore us out again that night. There isn’t too much to say about it. She just wore us out with the same boundless enthusiasm for sex she’d had all weekend. We pleasured each other until the wee hours (again managing to reduce Ed’s mattress to one large wet spot), then escorted her to the showers. Ed got to stand watch that time, so I went back and fell asleep.

The next thing I remember is her hot breath on my mouth. I don’t know when, but when I woke up, at around noon, she was gone. Characteristically, Ed was still asleep. He wouldn’t be of any help… so I climbed down out of my loft to see about cleaning some of the debris from our night of sexplay.

I noticed that my computer monitor was on. She had typed out a note on my PC.

“Sorry. I didn’t want to wake you. I think I tired you two out

enough last night. I have to go meet my ride now. Don’t worry I’ll be

fine. I left you a present. Hugs, kisses and blowjobs.

Bye, Amanda. PS

you didn’t ask but you were great and so was Ed. But I want a girl next

time too. See you in a couple weeks I really have togo”

I found her present laying on my desk. It consisted of the two pairs of panties she had worn, and the bra we had cut off her during her Friday night bondage game. I added the panties to my kinetic sculpture and strung the bra across the inside of my closet door. I also began to wonder if Amanda gave everyone she screwed a pair of musky panties. If she did, she must not wear panties very often. It was an appealing thought.

I suppose I walked around with a smile plastered to my face more or less constantly for the next week. Of course it was sort of difficult to be serious when, every time I saw Paul or Alan, I got a spontaneous round of applause, and just about everyone on the floor stopped by my room to offer congratulations. Whether the sentiment was genuine or sarcastic, I didn’t care. But it made it very hard to keep a straight face.

Amanda’s attentions brought a certain amount of focus into my life. Granted, it was a focus on Amanda, but a focus nonetheless. I was fixated on the idea of finding a woman for my bisexual nymphet. Of course, I knew that would be difficult, since I didn’t know any bi chicks, and the lesbians I knew were not into the idea of sexual experimentation when I asked them, both of them, either…

So the search continued. My next thought was of the girls I had gone to high school with. There were a dozen or so females I considered to be highly attractive, but they had all already turned me down. A challenge!

I went to Kim first (remember: Kim was the name I told Alan when he asked). Kim is a short, well-rounded blonde, with a sweet temperament. suppose I thought of her first because I figured she’d have the hardest time saying “no” to anyone. For any reason.

“No.” She said, “I’m not that kind of a girl…I’m shocked! Really!”

Strike one. I could tell that this wasn’t going to be easy. Although I had planned to ask a few others, my next opportunity presented itself (or herself, rather) in the form of Bobbi, an athletic looking brunette I had long thought could be a model.

“Hi Bobbi! How’s things?” “Well, they aren’t so good…” “Oh really,

what’s the matter?” “I think I’m pregnant” “Geez. That’s not good. Do

your parents…” Strike two. At least I knew she liked men. The quest continued for about a week. During the course of that time, I was slapped no less than four times, was threatened with two lawsuits, and turned down by five girls. Sigh.

I met Kelly a few days later. Kelly, the girl who had performed a damn-near strip-tease before my senior-year Humanities class, all in the name of “performance art”. Kelly, a tall, long-legged sandy blonde, known far and wide for her long, silken hair and large gray eyes. Kelly. Yes, Kelly…

“That sounds pretty hot. I’ve wanted to try girls for a couple years, you know. But, I have to go home this weekend…laundry. Maybe next time, ‘kay?”

“Really? Wow! You’re sure?!” “I’ll try it. But who’s the other girl? You said she’s hot, but do I know her? I’d be SOOOO embarrassed…” “It’s no big deal. You have NO idea how many times I struck out before I caught up with you. But, you don’t know her. She’s the sister of some guy on my floor. I think you’d like her.”

“Cool!” She smiled and nodded her head. “I’ll be there. Just gimme a call whenever.”

Getting Kelly involved helped a lot. At least I had found SOMEBODY. On the other hand, that didn’t solve the more immediate need of the swiftly approaching weekend.

The next three propositions resulted in still more slaps. I was starting to like them.

Lori was my last hope. A straightlaced, uptight Catholic girl. Wore a skirt just about every day. Wouldn’t even say the word “sex”, let alone do it. Still, I didn’t have many options when I approached her. Finding her turned out to be the biggest problem. It took me three days to fish her class schedule out of the computer network…

I met her outside her Spanish class, skipping my own Psych lecture. I suppose it was a little desperate, but then, Lori was my last chance. I saw her j ust as she was leaving the building.

“Lori! Hi! Long time no see!” I ran to catch up with her. “Hello Sam. Nice to see you again.” She was her normal self. Cold, formal. If you put a bonnet on her, she’d look Amish.

“Where’re you off to? Class?” “I’m going back to my room. I have a

paper to work on. How about you?” “Well, I’m headed in that direction, too. Gotta get ready for my girlfriend. She’s coming up Friday…”

“YOU have a GIRLfriend?! I don’t believe it.” “That’s not very nice. Of course, if you don’t believe me, you could always stop by and meet her for yourself…but if you do, you’d better pick a time when we’re not making love. She’s damn near insatiable. I really can’t wait!”

Lori began to quicken her pace. She pretended not to hear as I continued.

“I think you know where I live. Be there at 7:00 if you want to meet her!” I had to shout the last bit, as Lori was all but running to get out of earshot. I knew I had her. Curiosity would bring her to my door, if nothing else. Now I just had to convince her that snatch is just as good as the dicks she’d no doubt sucked to preserve her holy virginity. I smiled. Taking her cherry would be well worth the possibility of the serious trouble I was just as likely to get into.

Chapter 7: It Keeps Going and Going and Going… (Or, Party in

my Pants)

I skipped classes Friday afternoon. Dammit, sex is just as much a part of biology as the frog embryos my Bio class had been studying for the past three weeks…

I watched as a gray chevy Nova stopped on the street outside my dorm. She climbed out, clad in white leggings, her heavy coat unzipped to reveal an overlong shirt with the legend “GUESS” in purple letters across her chest. As she approached, I could very clearly see her lacy black bra and tiny bikini panties through the thin material of her clothes. Yum.

“Hey beautiful,” I said as she came in the door, “you look lovely as ever.”

She smiled. I loved it when she does that. “Sam! I wasn’t expecting you. Ed said you have class…must’ve skipped it, I guess.”

“Your biology just happens to be the kind I’d rather study today… Guess, huh? How about 34C? I think that’s about right.”

“You cheat. Besides, I’m still a growing girl. Speaking of girls, did you…”

“I have a little something lined up. I’ll need your help, though.” The elevator allowed us a moment to catch up on our affections. We kissed passionately the whole way up. As we stepped out onto my floor, I shoved a stocking cap onto her head. “Be quick. Alan skipped class today, and he might see you if we aren’t careful.”

We managed to get halfway down the hall before I heard Alan’s voice, then Paul’s.

“Sam! Is that your woman! Come back, Dammit!” “Go on”, I whispered to her, “Fuck off, you guys. If I wanted you all to meet her, don’t you think I’d introduce her or something. Get a fucking life or woman or hand or whatever. I don’t care.”

“Uh oh. We’re gonna hafta get Dick for this.” “Yeah. We’re gonna meet

Kim. And you can’t stop us.” They followed me back to my room. Fucking lovely. I stood outside the door for 15 minutes, using enticements of money, threats of physical violence and everything in between in my attempt to force them into leaving. Eventually, they comprehended that, if they didn’t leave, I wasn’t going to go in, and they’d never see the mysterious Kim. They left.

After the pests were a safe distance down the hallway, I knocked. “Who

is it?”, came my roommate’s voice. “Fuck you Ed.” “What’s…uhhm…

the secret password?” “I need a woman, you fuckhead. Lemme in before I call the cops, you fuckin’ pervert!” The door cracked open. I could see Ed’s nose peeking out from behind it. “No, she’s mine. Find your own!”

I grabbed onto the protruding proboscis. “L-E-T-M-E-I-N. Now.” “OK.”

The door swung open, and closed as soon as I entered. “Boys, quit your fighting. There’s plenty for everybody.” Amanda ran her hands down her body as she said it, suggestively caressing her breasts.

“God it’s great to see you again. I missed sex.” That’s Ed for you. “Well, I’m afraid it’ll have to wait. Speechless there says we have stay decent until the chick he got for me shows up. I guess he wants ME to seduce her…”

“Well, she turned me down every time I asked her for myself….” “Oh.

How come you didn’t tell ME about it? Dammit! I want sex!” “Hush, Ed. According to my plan, you’re gonna be down in Alan’s room keeping him busy when Lori shows up, anyway. In fact, I’M gonna be down there, too. At least until we get a signal from you.”

“What’ll the signal be?” “I figured we could set my computer to dial Alan’s room. That’ll let me know it’s time to go down there, one way or the other. Ed, you come back at around 11:00, regardless. Okay? Got it?”

“Sure.” “No problem. But don’t we have some time before she gets here? Maybe just a quickie for Ed. I feel the pain of his frustration…”

“Well, I know your quickies, they take hours. Lori’ll be here at 7:00, and you’ll probably need to be at least somewhat presentable…”

“How ’bout just a blowjob or four, then? Please? I’ll be a good girl!”

“Go for it. No harm in that.” I watched as Amanda unzipped Ed’s fly with her teeth, at the same time guiding him down into the chair beneath my loft. She attacked his dick, deep-throating him. Watching is nearly as exciting as taking part!

After a time, though, I took to the task at hand, and began to clean the room – making beds, throwing as much of Ed’s stuff as possible into his closet, dusting, even vacuuming. The room had to look decent, since the woman I had found for Amanda was probably the biggest prude I had ever met.

After a time, Ed began to moan with pleasure (and it only took Amanda two hours…). Amanda stood up, licked the last of Ed’s semen from her lips and chin, and padded over to her bag. She proceeded cleanse her mouth with mouthwash. Ed just pulled his pants back on and sighed.

Nobody talked for a few minutes. I cleaned. Ed sighed. Amanda gargled. And lo, it was good.

Eventually, Ed got up and walked out the door, murmuring something about golf-balls and garden hoses. Not long after, Amanda spit the blue liquid into a handy empty Coke can. She came to me and kissed my neck. It tingled slightly.

“Like it? It’s like, the mouthwash. Cool, huh? Melissa and I use it.”

“That stuff’s great! Maybe you’ll get to use it with Lori, too.” “I hope so. I wanna fuck all night long…” Her words were long and languid, adding emphasis to her wish.

“Anyway…what did you tell your parents this time?” “Well, I just told ’em I was coming up to visit Alan. Said I wanted to see campus and stuff. So I figure I’ll like, go down and pretend I just got here sometime tomorrow. Then I’ll tell him I’m going to a party with some girls I know, and he’ll never say anything.”

“Cool!” “Like, OK, you got your big worry out of the way. What about mine?”

“Which? Bathroom? Food? Sex? Lori? What?” “Food, dummy. I practically

starved last time.” “Oh. Well, I though we could eat at a grill tonight. I’ve got all these gift-certificates…”

“Well, I sort of wanted something special…” “I’ll see what I can do.

Do you want anything in particular?” “Surprise me.” She licked her lips suggestively “Are you sure I have to wait two more hours…” We didn’t make love, but she DID leave me with several highly visible love-bites on my chest and neck (“Something to show my brother” she said).

Eventually, I was force to give up my enviable spot next to Amanda on Ed’s bed, and turn my attention to putting my plan into action. I set up our “signal”, bade Amanda good-bye, and slipped out the door.

I was teased to no end when I went into Alan’s room, both for the hickeys and for leaving “Kim” alone. I told them that she had returned to her own dorm room, prompting Alan to search through the entire University Student Database for girls named “Kim” that lived in the dorms. It didn’t take him very long to come up with the girl I had been thinking of when I had told Alan the name to begin with.

Then I got teased some more. “I laugh at your pitiful attempts at hiding your woman from us! Did you think that I would not find her? You are stupid! Now I will find her at my leisure! HA!”

Imagine putting up with that for an hour or so. I did, and by the time the phone rang, thoughts of homicide were merrily Jimcing through my head.

“That’s funny. That was a data transmission. Somebody’s a dumbass.”

“Well, I think I’ll leave. You guys are a bunch of losers.”

I hurried down the hall as fast as I could. One way or another, Amanda had taken care of Lori. I found myself hoping that my lover had failed. After all, I had been rejected far too often. Maybe I was perversely hoping that my lover’s wiles would also prove inadequate.

I opened the door slowly, carefully. I was relieved to hear two voices in conversation, rather than moaning or, worse still, screaming. When I walked in, Amanda was lounging across Ed’s bed, while Lori sat demurely, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, at the chair in front beneath my loft. She stood, offKimg me her hand.

“Hello Lori. I see you’ve made acquaintance with Amanda.” I kissed the proffered hand.

“Yes, I have. Amanda seems to be a remarkable girl. A bit young, if you don’t mind me saying so, but still remarkable.”

“Anything else?” “Well,” Amanda interjected, “five minutes ago, I convinced her that there’s nothing wrong with liking girls…”

“Hush! Don’t say that…” “I think that you can see that her attitude has, like changed since you showed up. Maybe you should go away.” I grinned. There was no way I was leaving now, and I told them as much.

“Lori, listen, he’s remarkable. Sex is good, it’s not something to be ashamed of. It’s great, and I really think you’d like it. It’s a GREAT way to like, relieve stress, too.”

Lori’s face began to flush. “Look, I can tell you really need it. A back rub – something. You’re just way too uptight, that’s all.” “A back rub. There’s nothing wrong with back rubs. Except that I really don’t want you to touch me.”

“Then why are you still here? Sam could make you really happy. He makes ME really happy…”

“I want you to see how , how, um, sinful you are… I think you’re both wicked, and I want you to know that your sins will be punished someday.”

“Bullshit. That’s not why you’re still here. You tried that shit on me four years ago, and it didn’t work then. It doesn’t work now, either.”

“At least Amanda…” “You’re sinking in it now, Lori. Admit it, you’re here because you’re jealous. You can’t stand the fact that somebody is living a life free of guilt. You’d love to know all about what is we do, wouldn’t you? But what we do is sin, so all you know about it is that it’s bad, right? Well it’s not. It’s great. It took me nineteen years to find out, and a fourteen…”

“Fifteen.” “…fifteen-year-old to show me. I think you might like it, too. Why don’t you just wait. Maybe you’ll learn for yourself someday..” I was yelling. Lori just stood there, transfixed, not speaking. There was a long, stony silence. No one moved. Lori’s lower lip trembled. She really looked like she might explode.

Maybe five minutes passed. Maybe ten. We just stared at each other.

Finally, she started to whisper, her voice trembling “Maybe you’re right. I always thought you were just being nasty when you said all those things, but maybe you’re right. I think – I don’t think, that two people that love each each should be punished. Maybe s-e-x is a good thing. I don’t know, it’s never been something I wanted to think about. It’s just dirty. And bad. It’s always been bad. I don’t know about good…I’m a little confused.” Tears started to well up in her eyes. Then she buried her head in her hands.

Amanda handed her a tissue. “Don’t, Lori. I know what you’re going through. It happens to everybody at some point; they find out something that they like, really like to do is wrong or bad. I dunno, maybe not. People say that sex is a bad thing, but people say that drinking and smoking are bad, too. I’ll bet you’ve had a few at least once in your life.”

“Well, yes,” the head nodded, “drinking a couple of Zimas isn’t the SAME as sex, though… it’s dirtier.”

Amanda moved behind Lori and began to gently knead her shoulders. “But isn’t drinking wrong too? Yes. It is… and I’ll bet somebody like, had to argue with you for DAYS to get you to take that first Zima. Same thing with sex. It, um, gets easier every time you do it, and even gettin’ you to think about it is a big fight.”

“Mmmm. That’s nice…” “Well, I’m gonna make you an offer. I’m going to whisper it. He doesn’t even need to hear it.” Amanda bent slightly and began a quiet conversation with Lori, interspersed with occasional gasps and mewls.

After a moment Amanda stood up and smiled. “Alright. Get out.” “Why?

This is my room, isn’t it?” This started a brief new flurry of

whispers. “OK, you can stay. But Lori wants you up there,” pointing to my loft, “and no talking. Or anything. Just sit and watch. Got it?” “No problem.” Amanda gave me a peck on the cheek as I walked past her. After I was safely “in position”, Lori stood up and moved over to Ed’s bed. I watched as she carefully removed and neatly folded her modest gray blouse. She was wearing a lacy, black teddy underneath, not at all what I had anticipated. She smiled weakly at Amanda, and slowly sat down, then reclined, on the other bed, still clothed in her long, conservative dress, shoes and stockings. From beneath my loft came the gently sensuous strains of Mahler’s Fifth, followed by Amanda, who, I noted, was still clothed.

“Are you sure this is just a backrub? Nothing else?” “It’s nothing that you don’t want it to be. I just want you to, um, feel something like, a little, um, arousing, I guess. You’ve just been ignoring that part of yourself for a little too long…” She let her voice trail off to nothingness.

She began by running her hands through Lori’s long, golden length of hair, dividing it so that it pooled around her head, rather than cover her shoulders and back. Then she got on the bed, kneeling over her subject. She started at the neck, sometimes rubbing, sometimes kneading, sometimes lightly chopping. Gradually, she moved lower, to the hollow between neck and shoulder, then to to shoulder. A mew of delight escaped Lori’s lips. The upper back was next. I was entranced by each movement, watching the gentle curves of her scapulae shift beneath her tanned flesh.

“I need to pull this down if you want me to do anymore.” Lori said nothing, and offered no resistance to Amanda when she took action. Amanda continued, sensuously molding my schoolmate’s back. Eventually, she reached the impeding top of Lori’s dress. Rather than asking if she could continue downward, she turned around on her knees and raised Lori’s leg slightly, pulling off her shoe, then gently pushing down her silk stocking.

She began with Lori’s toes, each in succession, and up her foot, to her ankle, then calf.

“Your legs are lovely. Long and smooth, gorgeous. I wish mine were like this…why do you even wear those stockings?”

“Thank you,” she mumbled, “but I think I’ve had enough…no, maybe just a little more…”

“How about something a little different. There’s always this…” She reached down into her knapsack. After a moment, presented the object of her search.

Lori propped herself up, and turned to see Amanda. “What’re you doing? What IS that thing?”

“Just relax…it’s a massager.” Amanda looked up at me and winked. A vaugely high-pitched whirring noise filled the room, an interesting counterpoint to the Brahms symphony emanating from the stereo. She ran the 5-inch long cylinder along Lori’s calf first.

“The dress?” “That’s a vibrator, isn’t it? I’ve never seen one…” “It

helps me to relax…the dress?” Lori raised her hips slightly, allowing Amanda a chance to unzip and remove it. I was even more surprised to see that the teddy Lori was wearing was both high-hipped and a thong, allowing me to see the twin globes of perfection I had so often admired in a nearly-natural form. Amanda continued to move the device up and down over the backs of her legs – holding it flat to her thighs, even over er wonderful ass. I was enthralled.

Lori was moaning softly until Amanda brought the vibrator to her inner thigh. Then she began to moan loudly. I thought she might actually have an orgasm the first time my lover passed the “massager” over her still-clothed crotch. Suddenly, Lori sat up, bringing her arms up to modestly cover her naked breasts. “No! I can’t do this. It’s not right…”

“Well, maybe I’m taking advantage of your confusion, but, um, maybe if you just give it one little chance to do it’s work…”

The silence crept back over the room. Finally Lori swung her legs over the bed, and sat on the edge. “I’d better take this off…”

She lifted her pert little ass, and the few scraps of cloth that she had been wearing formed a lacy black puddle at her feet. I saw her – all of her – for the first time then. Her breasts were small, smaller than Amanda’s, with light pink areolas a little bigger than quarters, surrounding long, erect nipples, longer than Amanda’s at any rate, with a characteristic tan line showing her skin in its natural tone. I saw the freckles above her girlish bosom, that ran up to the base of her neck, and the small brown birthmark above her naval. She had a light scar on her hip, and I could see now that her neatly trimmed pubic hair was somewhat darker than that on top of her head. She looked toward the window, but then up, and in seeing, remembered me, began to move her hands to cover herself – but she stopped, then, arms akimbo, and spoke to me.

“This is what you wanted all along, isn’t it?” I just nodded. She sat back down on the bed, spreading her legs widely. Amanda knelt down before her, and began to caress inner thigh with her little helper. Soon the vibrator began methodical passes over Lori’s glistening crotch. Lori’s own hands moved down to guide it back over her pussy.

It was all too much for me: I had never, in all my wildest, wettest dreams, thought I’d see. I was going nuts just watching them. That’s when it got worse…

“You know, you look absolutely yummy down here, I just can’t help myself!” With that, Amanda dove into her newfound lover’s crotch, causing mewls of pleasure, coupled with a look of utter shock on Lori’s face. Lori, I discovered, was a screamer, as she began grinding her hips against her the delicate ministrations of her lover’s tongue, running one hand through Amanda’s short hair, and using the other to pinch and roll a nipple. She had truly abandoned herself to the pleasure of the moment. Amanda brought her to orgasm very quickly then, and very loudly. The sounds of Lori being pleasured alone were enough to bring me off.

Even after she came, Amanda rested her head on Lori’s thigh, an incredibly erotic sight, and Lori continued to idly run her hands, both hands now, through her friend’s hair. The buzzing of the forgotten vibrator continued, unheeded.

Lori spoke, her voice husky with an edge of lust, “Did you like that little show? I know I did. So you were right, I guess,” then to her paramour, “That was great…Now let me do you…”

Soon they were lying alongside one another on the bed, although Amanda was still fully clothed. “So, what should I do first?”

“Maybe you could touch me. Touching is…important.” Lori moved her hand to her lover’s cheek, then to her chin, cupping it and pulling it to her own mouth. Their lips met, and locked in a playful kiss. The playfulness melted away into passion as they moved into a tighter embrace. Slowly, hesitantly, Lori brought her hands up to her companion’s back, her legs writhing beneath those of her lover, entangling. She began to push up Amanda’s loose T-shirt, exposing her back. They broke their embrace, and Amanda sat up, pulling off the impeding garment.

“I…That’s me…that’s me I taste, isn’t it?” “yyyyyeeessss…” They returned to their enfolding tangle once more. I saw Lori cup Amanda’s ample breast, loosing it from the confines of her bra. She began to play with the nipple, rolling it and squeezing it until it was as hard and straight as Amanda’s nipples can become, a tiny pink bead signifying ultimate arousal. Amanda began to reciprocate, moving her mouth to the nearer of Lori’s smaller globes, then the farther, touching – stroking each lovingly. Lori managed to remove her friend’s bra deftly, with only a bit of fumbling at the clasps. Then the tangle of bodies rolled over, so that inexperienced Lori was superior to her seductress.

“Just lay back,” she murmured, “I want to do this now…” Lori began anew her exploration of my girlfriend’s loveliness, using fingers, lips and tongue to experience her, sucking each finger of Amanda’s hand into her mouth, kissing her wrist, licking the length of her arm. The mounds of Amanda’s breasts fascinated Lori, who spent several minutes learning the taste of each crease and curve of that flesh…

She moved lower, holding her head up just high enough to lightly brush the younger girl’s abdomen with her hair. Amanda whimpered softly. Slowly, her hands moved lower, drifting toward her center.

“Oh my…you’re all wet…dripping…” “Do it, please. I need it,

NOW…” Lori didn’t even bother to pull the leggings off – she tore them instead, revealing the treasure of her lover’s black silken panties. Lori just pushed the flimsy barrier aside, bringing her face to her lover’s womanhood.

“You smell wonderful!” she exclaimed, then enthusiastically dove in between her lover’s legs. I could hear the wetness as Lori brought her tongue up into Amanda’s bald cunt, furiously licking, fingKimg, kissing…

“ooooOOOHHHhhhh…that’s good…no, lower…not my clit…not like

that…yyyeeeEEssSss…very…mmmmm…good…” I watched Lori’s head vigorously bob up and down over Amanda’s pussy, as the instructions Amanda gave were gradually reduced to incoherent monosyllables. She came once, then twice… soon I couldn’t even tell when one orgasm had subsided. It was just a constantly building moan.

POUNDthudPOUNDPOUND “Hey, stud-boy…put a sock in her mouth! The guy next door is complaining!”

At least Dick had the decency to NOT walk in. But he killed the mood.

For me. The girls didn’t even notice. THEIR loveplay lasted at least

another ten minutes.

Chapter 8: Only the Lonely…(or not)

The silence of afterglow was not the same silence that had filled the room when we had been arguing. This was a warm silence, filled with music, occasional murmurs of approval from the two women, and the slight noise of their caress of each other’s naked skin. This was a good silence.

The silence was broken only after a long stretch of oblivious nothingness. Lori was the first to speak, raising her head up from her lover’s lap and saying: “My jaw hurts.” She smiled. I smiled. Amanda laughed, then hit her friend with a nearby pillow.

“Get used to it… that’s a real talent you’ve got! And wait’ll you try cock! It’s great, too!”

Lori took a pillow of her own and responded in kind, swatting Alan’s sister with it, right across her face. Soon the pillow fight began in earnest, resulting in an even livelier mass of naked women than their lovemaking had produced.

“Stop! STOP! You’re gonna get me all hot again!” When the pillows stopped moving, I could clearly see that Lori had well-adjusted to the thought of loving women, for three fingers of her left hand were clearly inserted into Amanda’s snatch. She made no attempt to remove them.

“Why bother with guys? I like what we’ve been doing just fine. Let’s do it again!” Lori brought her lips to Amanda’s, but she was pushed away.

“Why bother? Come ON! Sam was so patient up there. Didn’t so much as move… don’t you think you owe him something, we owe him something?”

“He got something. He got to watch me degrade myself, and I’ll bet he loved every second. He can just jack off to his memories. In the meantime…”

“Nope…I’m cutting you off until you at least apologize to him. I don’t know how long you two have been feuding, but I think it has to stop.”

“You know, you’re a really cruel little girl…ooo…I’m REALLY going to hate myself for doing this…

“Alright,” She looked up at me, “I’m sorry I said that. I guess I should have been a little more open-minded. Maybe we could’ve gotten along better if I had just listened a little more. And maybe there’s nothing wrong with queers…” A devilish look overcame her face, it was all too obvious what she was thinking about. She extended a hand. “Friends?”

I kissed it. “I’ll settle for friends. For now.” “That’s better. I’m glad you two can get along. Now, I want you to KISS and make up.” “My favorite kind of apology!” I exclaimed, bounding down from my loft before Lori had time to react. I swept her up into my arms and kissed her passionately. She put up the cursory struggle she knew I expected, then settled into the kiss, lightly darting her tongue into my mouth. She definitely did taste like Amanda!

Lori broke the kiss, sarcastically gasping for air. “What now?” “The

Bed.” was my basso profundo response. Lori and I didn’t remain friends

very long. At least not “just” friends. However, the bed was also not a particularly high priority and Lori, I found, was not a particular burden. Sort of a pleasant weight, actually.Rather like having a naked woman attempting to wrap herself around you, which is exactly what Lori was doing. The position she eventually settled into had me responsible for much of the support, with her legs wrapped about my waist, her arms tight about my neck, and my own hands forming a sort of seat for her. We remained in a liplock just like that for several minutes.

Eventually, though, my arms did begin to wear out. I tottered over to Ed’s bed, swaying slightly with my unusual load of naked former schoolchum. I dropped her deliberately into the wet spot.

“HEY…that wasn’t very nice!” “The BED.” I repeated, unbuckling my

belt. “Here, let me do that.” She began to fumble with my zipper. I could tell she was somewhat nervous now. Her hands shook as she attempted to pull it down. Amanda laughed, softly.

“Here, let ME do that. I know what you’re going through. I was thesame way MY first time, like nervous and all.” Amanda had my pants off in a single, deft motion.

“Now, now, I want to see ALL of you. Shirt too.” “It goes when that

G-string does.” “Well…okay.” Amanda managed to turn the removal of her barely-there panties into a erotic event that would do a stripper proud, exhibiting her well-formed derriere framed for inspection, grinding her hips, bending, turning, flashing and fingKimg herself, finally laying down and sliding them up her long legs, presenting us with a wonderful view of her shaven pussy in the process. When she was done she stood up and flicked the panties at me like a rubber band. “Top THAT!”

“Get real.” My own show was no doubt far less spectacular, though Lori seemed just as intrigued, especially once my underwear was off. My dick glistened from the last load of spunk I had shot off, and stood proudly at full erection.

Amanda came up behind me and grabbed my manhood, slowly rubbing it up and down. “Hi, I’m Dick the Talking Tool. Some people call me a PENIS.Can YOU say PENIS? Have YOU ever seen a PENIS before?”

Lori seemed to think that this was enormously funny. After a moment, she gained enough composure to speak. “Yes, I can say PENIS. And no, I’ve never seen one…” She was giggling throughout, and broke into a second round of laughter as soon as she finished.

Now that the mood was seriously ruined, I decided to sit down on the bed, rather than making my entry into Lori the dramatic affair I had hoped for.

“Seriously. This is it, Lori. It’s not gross or anything, kinda like a finger, only a little more sensitive. Why don’t ya’ touch it? Go on. Do it.”

“No way. That thing looks weird…” “Lemme get this straight: you were more than willing to put your TONGUE in my CUNT, but you’re having a hard time with THIS?”

“Well, your…um, uh, cunt isn’t all hairy and purple. And the end of your clitoris doesn’t look like a mutant plum…”

I just shook my head as Amanda gave Lori and anatomy lesson. Occasionally, Amanda would ask me to turn _just_so_ for emphasis. If it wasn’t for all the handling (and sometimes mis-handling) of my poor tool, I’m sure I would’ve gone soft pretty damn quickly.

But I didn’t, and after only ten minutes of clinical description and analysis, Lori was ready to try touching it on her own. Unfortunately for both of them, I was feeling a bit uncooperative. “Why don’t you two do each other? Lori’d like that a whole bunch better…”

So they did. Rather, they didn’t really DO each other, Lori just spent a few moment tonguing Amanda’s right nipple. Under those conditions, my arousal returned quickly, as I indicated by lightly petting Lori’s ass…

Soon I was stretched out languidly across the bed. Amanda was on my right, flat against the wall, using my shoulder for her pillow. Lori stood over me, warily eyeing my pride and joy.

There weren’t many preliminaries this time, she just started by slowly massaging my cock, experimenting with her hand position, as per my, or most often Amanda’s, whispered instructions. Slowly she gained confidence, now and the using both hands, sometimes cupping my balls or twirling her finger in my pubic hair. After a while, I even began to to signify approval in the form of a moan or grunt. This encouraged her greatly. She began to speed up, her gentle massage becoming an awful pull.

Fortunately, Amanda interrupted the motion before it became a real problem. “Be careful. That thing’s attached, you know…try something else now.”

Lori laid down on her stomach, between my legs. Most of her long hair splayed out over her head and in front of her face. She had decided to continue her sensual education with an oral examination! She started by licking my scrotum, then my length, then, daintily, she took the engorged head of my cock into her mouth, lightly tracing the “seam” with her tongue.

“And remember, lover, don’t use your te…” “OoooOOwWWW” “…eth…” The sight of my former rival’s golden hair pooled elegantly over my midriff was still too much. She peered up at me, through the curtain of her hair, her eyes expressing a heartfelt apology of the hurt. It was too much for me. The combination of pain and the warm, sucking wetness of her mouth took me over the brink. I came directly into her mouth, without any warning. Lori was very surprised, I think, but kept sucking nonetheless, until my seed began to spill from her mouth and back down my rod.

She didn’t spit it out. That surprised me. She just sat up. I could see that some of her own hair had become sticky with my come. I watched her swallow, then smile. She licked her lips and wiped her chin with her hands as Amanda doubled up, her own pink tongue getting the semen that Lori could not hold between her own lips.

“Well, how do I taste?” “That was it? There was so much… a quart?” “A

teaspoon, maybe.” corrected Amanda. “Well, you taste good. Yummy even. Maybe not as good as Amanda, but close. You should try yourself sometime.” We smiled at that. “Maybe you could try a low-salt variety, though…”

“I hate to tell you this Lori, but I’m out of the action for a few minutes, anyway…we guys hafta have at least a little break after we do that sort of thing.” I took it as a complement that Lori looked genuinely disappointed.

“I can help you out there, I think.” With that, Amanda began her own oral attack on my less-than-turgid organ.

Lori, having been displaced by Amanda, chose to move forward, straddling my chest. She brushed her hair back from over her face, revealing a knowing half-smile and a lustful gleam in her eyes.

“Do you remember what I always used to say to you when you got me mad?”

“How could I forget?” “Well, this time, you CAN consider it an

invitation…” She folded her hands behind my head and pushed my face into her wet, hairy pussy. She quivered slightly when I ran my hands from her breasts down to her hips, while my tongue moved over her fleshy folds. I alternated between licking her, catlike, using the entire surface of my tongue and quick nips inside her, about her clit, and everywhere else I could reach. I found that Lori tasted different, a little more salty than Amanda – not that that was a bad thing, and that she, unlike our lover, seemed to prefer a less direct approach: no dives for the clit with Lori! Lori was surprisingly easy to bring to orgasm, climaxing less than a minute after I began my work. I just kept licking, while she bucked her hips against my face.

I noticed that the stereo was playing the lento of Rimsky-Korsakov’s Scherezade…

Lori might very well have had an imprint of my ears on her thighs by the time I felt ready to continue.

I brought Lori off again before I was ready continue her deflowerment. I rolled over, allowing Lori to slip beneath me. She put one of Ed’s pillows beneath her ass before she settled in. Amanda considerately climbed over both of us to fetch a couple of my towels from my closet.

“What’re these for?”, I asked. “Put them under her, like, in case she

bleeds a little.” “Girls don’t have hymens anymore. Didn’t we evolve out of those or something?”

“Some girls lose them while playing sports, but you never know…” I noticed that Lori had stiffed considerably beneath me. She had closed her eyes, and might’ve been hyperventilating.

“Is she OK?” “She nervous. You know, she’s real religious. This is her holy virginity we’re dealing with, here…”

“Go on. Do it. I’m waiting…I want it, I think. NO! I DO want it.” That was what I needed to hear. I prepared myself to make the great thrust that would bring an end to Lori’s virginity, until Amanda spoke again, whispered, really. “Gently, she’ll let you know when you can do that.” Rather, I let her guide me in, to the threshold of my blonde goddess’s womanhood. I began my entry, and discovered…a maidenhead, what else?

“Lori, this is gonna hurt just a little bit. It’ll go away quickly, though. Sam, there’s gonna be a little blood. Don’t let it worry you. This has to be done.”

I gently began to push against her wall of womanhood. I could feel the barrier give, stretching inward, but not breaking. Then I heard a sharp intake of air from Lori and felt the membrane give way. Lori whimpered, but did not cry out.

God she was tight! I could feel each muscle inside her gripping me. She wasn’t as wet as Amanda, either. The combination made for a very different experience than the ones I had shared with Amanda. I was the one with all the experience. I was the one in charge. I could feel every motion I made within her, and I knew that what I was doing was right. But Lori barely even responded. I began to to lick her, since both my hands were otherwise occupied. I stopped moving my hips, and concentrated instead on getting her to feel something.

I withdrew, and chose to use my fingers, rather than my cock. I brought them inside her, slowly. Still she did not react. I kissed her again, and touched her body. Still nothing. Finally, I made a face in utter frustration…

She laughed. “Please, go on… I want this. Really.” “Lori, you can’t just lay there…my hand is capable of being more erotic. You’re part of this, too.”

“Well, I’ll do better this time. Really.” I entered her a second time, with the great thrust that I had planned for the beginning. This time Lori smiled, and began to buck and rotate her hips slightly, to meet my rhythm. I started slowly at first, then built to a steadily faster pace, then slowed back down, all while enjoying Lori’s insistent kisses. I was covered with sweat. So was she. It was wonderful.

I climaxed as the blazing fanfare of the horns sounded in “The Russian Easter Overture”.

I had to rest then. Making love with Lori was both physically and emotionally draining; after all, I had just fulfilled five years’ worth of glaring sexual frustration. Lori rolled out from under me, moving against the wall. I held her close to me. She was half-smiling, half-crying.

“What’s wrong? Did I hur…” “No, no, no…it’s not that. It’s just that, Amanda reminded me of what I’m doing, of what I am. I never thought of it happening this way. I never thought I’d do any of this. I just made love to a woman – and I liked it. I’ve done just about everything I can to sin in the flesh, but it didn’t seem WRONG until just now…I want to keep doing this, but I was going to be pure for my husband…”

I was at a loss for words, really. “Everything’ll be alright, love, nothing the matter…just relax.”

“You really did great. Both of you. I’m proud…and I’m sorry Lori. I didn’t know you’d feel so guilty…maybe you wanna talk about it?”

“No. I’ll be fine. What we did…that’s just going to take some time to reconcile…”

She put her head on my shoulder and cried a little.

Tchaikovsky’s Violin Concerto was coming to completion before Lori lifted her head again.

“I think…I think I’d like to freshen up a bit, can someone hand me my clothes, please?”

We both got up. That’s when we saw the blood. There was quite a lot of blood, actually. It had gone through the towel we had put down, and over a fair portion of the center of the mattress. I quickly noticed that some had also dried on her still-naked snatch. My penis was also covered, of course.

Amanda said I had some on my back, in addition to what she reported to be a WONDERFUL set of scratches running down my back.

“Maybe something a trifle more immediate is in order, for ALL of us.”

“Where? I can’t just walk into the bathroom over here…” “Well, Lori, would you rather walk clear back to your room looking the way you look? Do you want to want to explain to your roommate how you got blood on your inner thigh? And your breath…”

“Alright, alright. I see your point.” “What about me? I can’t go until late, can I? Alan’s still here, right?” “Well, I’m going to go check around. It’s 10:30 on a Friday night. Most of the floor has probably clear out. We might be okay.”

I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, and walked down to the bathroom. The place was all but deserted, except for the sound of running water in a sink at the far side of the room. The showers were all clear.

When I got back, I distributed a clean towel to each of us. Amanda put on my bathrobe, Lori wore a pair of my shorts. “OK. Lori, if anybody sees you, act casual. Your name is Kim. Got it? Amanda, act collegiate. You’re Lori, and we’re all just GOOD FRIENDS. Got it? Good.”

Although there were people in the hallway, I didn’t know them. They apparently didn’t think it especially odd that I was taking two women into a men’s bathroom and shower facility. I love college.

We all crammed into one shower stall. We undressed each other as quietly as possible, and turned on the water. It was incredibly cold. On the other hand, I had two very willing young ladies there to keep me warm.

I only brought one bar of soap, so the shower was very much a group activity. We lathered each other in turn and took turns standing in front of the water. I got the pleasure of lathKimg up Lori’s pussy. She turned, and whispered to me.

“I want you to do me again. You’re hard, I’m wet, and the mess can’t be any worse.”

“What about guilt? I don’t want you t…” “Fuck guilt. I want you to do me. Right here. However you want. Take my ass…you used to say how much you liked it, why don’t you fuck it?” In all my life, I had never heard Lori utter so much as one curse, let alone three, but I wasn’t about to let my opportunity to go unheeded.

Amanda moved to the far corner of the cubicle, watching and fingKimg herself as I pushed my hard cock into her anus. She cried out. My hands went to her pussy. It was wild. Amanda began to kiss Lori anew, masturbating herself, while Lori embraced her. I furiously pounded her…

“SURPRISE!! Sammy-bo…whoah!” It was Paul.

Chapter 9: And Now For Something Completely Different…

My stomach took a sharp dive. straight down. I did the only thing I could thing of.

“Oh, hi Paul. I’d like you to meet Lori,” I indicated the brunette kneeling on the floor, “and Kim.”, who was actually Lori, and whose ass my dick was currently stuck in, “I’m, um, just showing the ladies our fine dorm facilities. They, uh, really like it here. They like it SO MUCH that I’d like a little privacy, that I may more fully appreciate the depth of their gratitude for them the aesthetic ideal that is this bath…”

“You are in so much fuckin’ trouble man…there ain’t even a word for the kinda trouble you’re in. They’re gonna have to make somethin’ UP when they write you up for this. Way to go, stud.”

“You’re not going to say anything, are you?”, Amanda said, standing

up. “I kinda have to. I’m supposed to report this kind of shit. And don’t I know you from someplace?” She thrust her chest out a bit. The girl is a pro. “I could make it… worth your while not to say anything…” She wiggled her hips.

“My while’s worth an awful lot… BUT I like Sam. What can I say. He’s a stud.”

“No way…I’m not going with that. Get me in all the fucking trouble you want. I don’t care. Leave them out of it. Say they ran off or something.”

“Sammy, I can’t do that, man. I mean, you’re clearly on with these ladies, but, man, I’m in enough trouble with Dick…and this is exactly what it’d take to get me out. He’d just be more pissed if I only turned you in.”

“Uhm, could you please, PLEASE shut the curtain?” Lori’s voice was tiny, mousy, almost like a little girl’s.

We continued our conversation through the curtain, while the girls silently went about washing the soap from their bodies.

“Look man, you ain’t got a helluva lot to offer me, but gettin’ yo’ ass in trouble keeps mine OUT. Just let yer woman do it.”

Amanda looked at me. Her eyes were pleading.

“Alright. YOU come to my room in 15 minutes. She’ll be there…” Lori

was bawling as we dried ourselves off. “You go on home. You don’t want

to be here anymore.” “No. I don’t want to go back – things’re different now. My room is what I was before. I’m going to stay.”

“Why, Lori? You aren’t in trouble? I’m taking care of it.” “But I’m the

reason we’re in trouble. If I wasn’t so loud…” “Let it go. You’re no more guilty than any of us. We’re just going to let Amanda take care of it, and pretend that this never happened, right?”

“Right.” “…I suppose.” When we got back to my room, Lori and I climbed up on my loft. Amanda went back to Ed’s bed. The only light in the room came from the window, from the street lights down below us. We curled up against each other. Lori sobbed occasionally, but no one spoke.

When the knock at the door came I ignored it. Amanda answered it, I guess, or maybe Paul let himself in. I didn’t watch, but I could hear. Even under the circumstances, Amanda managed to enjoy herself. She was nearly as vocal as any other time, but quieter, like she wasn’t turned all the way on.

I was petting Lori’s rump when Ed got back. Amanda and Paul were still at it. The door just opened then shut. The light came on. Ed didn’t say anything. I suppose he just sat down and watched.

It was after midnight when Paul left, having satiated himself. I heard Ed and Amanda then. They were quiet, and much quicker than normal.

There was no music in the room. Lori woke me up at 2:37 AM. “I want to

talk.” “…huhnhhnh? ’bout what?” “Who I am now.” “You’re Lori. You’re, uhhh… eighteen years old. You’re Catholic. You’re majoring in Mechanical EngineKimg and you drive an ’83 Chevette.”

“Well, that’s mostly true. But you forgot prude. You used to say I was a prude…”

“You aren’t much of a prude anymore. I was wrong about that much.” “Well, I’m not. I’m not sure I’m Catholic anymore, either. What we did today is so AGAINST what I was raised to believe…”

“I understand.” “I don’t think you do…but I guess I just wanted you to know that all this has changed me a lot. I’m not sure what I am right now, in a lot of ways. Maybe I’m straight. Maybe not. Maybe I’m Catholic, maybe not… I don’t really know why I stayed. I really hate that guy, um, Paul for doing that with Amanda. I know that. I liked what you and I did, and what Amanda and I did. I’d like to do it more – all of it, I guess.”

Neither of us spoke. “Lori?” “Yes?” “I guess then, that the only real question I can ask is: if you had to do this day over – all of it, would you?”

“N..No. No, I wouldn’t. I think I needed this, maybe.” “We all need it sometimes…” it was Amanda. She had crawled up onto the bed while I was asleep.

“I’m never going to forget this day. I’ve never done anything as wild as this.”

“Well, I haven’t either.” “Well, I have…but I’ve never gotten caught before” Amanda admitted sheepishly, “and Lori, what Paul and I did, that was me. Maybe you don’t think it’s right. But I don’t think it was wrong.”

“Then I guess you’re just a little more, um, liberal about those things than I am.”

“Would you like to be like me?” “I don’t know – doing what we did today just seems wicked. Not bad-wicked, really. Rebellious, I suppose. Sort of a dirty little secret… it’s like, when I was a little girl, one of the priests at my church had a heart tattooed on his ankle – I only saw it once. It was his dirty little secret. This is mine.”

“I started shaving my pussy right after the first time I had sex with a girl, Melissa, for the first time. I saw her picking a hair out of her teeth – I don’t know if she was joking or what, but I decided to shave. She shaved, too…both of us shaved like, around our pussies. No big deal, right? Women that wear bikinis do it all the time… but for us, it was…we had to go to PE like that when school started. But nobody really noticed. Since then I’ve been going between no hair, like now, and just a little. It’s like, a big deal walking around in a skirt with no underwear and a bald snatch. Ya’ know, you like, start thinking things like, would this guy treat me the same way if he knew I shave my snatch, or that I like to fuck chicks. It’s cool.”

“I might like to try that. Do you have a razor I can use? Scissors? Shaving cream?”

“What? You mean NOW? HERE?” “Why not? I’ll even let you watch. I’ll even let your roommate watch if he wants!” Clearly, Lori was very different from the young woman she had been on Wednesday.

“Well, Lori, it itches, for one thing, about two days after you do it, from the hair growing back. If you’re really sensitive, you’ll probably get a rash.”

“I want to do it. Really.It’ll be like a bikini wax, only more so.” She

started to climb over me, to the edge of the bed. “Where do you keep

your razor?” “Use Ed’s. I think it’s still in the package.” “Where is

it?” “I’ll get it for you. Try not to step on him when you get down,

okay?” I managed to find the items Lori requested with only a minimum of hassle. Didn’t even need to turn on a light. I handed Lori my robe.

“What’s this for?” “You’re naked. You’re in a male dorm. Remember?” I

couldn’t see a damn thing, but I’m sure she blushed a little. As we were getting ready to walk out the door, Amanda stage-whispered to Lori “Remember: it’s just like shaving your legs. Soak in warm water first, THEN shave.”

We took to the hallway. Standing down by the bathroom were two of my friends, Jim, and a somewhat-less-than-sober Bart. They grinned as we walked by. Bart tried to give me a high-five but missed, slapping his hand into the wall. “Ow…Don’ worry. We’ll keep watch…”

“Yeah. We’ll cover you.” “Where were you guys four hours ago…”

“Gettin’ plastered!” Bart explained. “No shit.” said Jim. I followed

Lori on into the bathroom. I suppose I should say a few things about bath-tubs in male dormitories, or at least mine. But I won’t, excpet to tell you that neither I nor anyone I knew had ever heard of them being used as such. So they were both a little filthy. However, our choice was made for us when we discovered a short, blonde guy sleeping in one.

Lori and I cleaned it as best we could. A half-hour later, Lori declared it marginally fit for bathing and sat down in the tub. Then she shooed me off. I’m not sure why. I’d seen everything already, anyway. I chose to sit down in the shower stall next to it and pretend I was drunk. People generally ignore the suffKimg inerbriated, and I didn’t want any more trouble.

Lori finished, she modeled her new “look” for me. She was utterly smooth, like a baby’s skin. Looked great. She must’ve been proud of herself.

Bart had his head in the water fountain we we came out. “What’s he doin’?” I think he’s trying to sober up. He just remembered that his parents’re coming for a visit in four hours, or something.”

“Makes perfect sense. Sure.” “Yeah…say, uh, who’s yer woman?” “Oh.

Sorry. This is Lori…I mean Ama…I mean Kim.” Lori did a model’s

turn. She let the robe hang open. “Pleased to meet you, Lori or Kim or

whatever.” Jim giggled. “This is Jim.” “Hi Jim.” “I like your

breasts.” “Why, thank you. Sam, your friend is very polite. I think I

like him.” “You guys are strange, man” “And you’re the one standing

here WATCHING a drunk guy…” “I’m not <hic> drunk!” “…not-sober guy

wash his head in a water fountain.” “Good point.” As we walked back down the hall, I noticed that Lori was walking a little bowlegged.

“Are you okay?” “I’m just great. Feels good to be free.” “Whatever.” When I climbed back up to the top of me loft, I found that Amanda had rolled into a position that absolutely maximized the amount of space she occupied.

I chose to sleep underneath my computer desk. Lori didn’t seem to mind disturbing her. There were two women in the room, neither of them were sleeping with me, and to top it all off, I wasn’t even in a bed. Sigh.

I woke up a bit later to find Amanda moving down between Ed and me. “Lori is a bedhog.” she said.

POUNDPOunDThuD. The traditional Saturday morning wake-up call. I could rest safe once again in the knowledge that I still had a good four hours of sleep to go.

“The Tick is on dammit! ED! What, does Sam have a woman again?” I sat

up. Hit my head on the desk. It hurt. Luckily, Amanda seemed to be gone. Ed opened the door. “You…are a fucko, dipshit. Yes, Sam had a woman”

“Then what’s he doing down there?” “Bumping my head, dumbass. Go away. I wanna sleep. With my woman.” I pointed up.

“Oh. That’s a woman all right. Never gotten this close to one before.”

“Get OUT!” “Give me floppy disks!” “Out, before I’m forced to break

you, Alan.” “Very poisonous. Don’t touch me.” Ed pushed Alan out into

the hall. I decided to move up onto the bed, sleeping Lori or no. She cuddled against me as soon as I settlled down. Lori might be a bedhog, but only in a GOOD way. I went back to sleep.

I didn’t sleep very long; Certainly not the four hours I was hoping to get. I was awakened by polite knocking at my door. I knew right away that who ever it was didn’t live on my floor.

I trudged over to the door. Amanda rushed in as soon as I opened it.. “Did you know that it costs THREE DOLLARS to get a bowl of cereal if you don’t live in this place?”

“Uhmmm…no….” “Oh. It does. I’m going down to Alan’s room now.

Wanna come along?” “Let me go first. I want to be down there to see the look on his face when you call up.”

“Call up?” “Sure. Females have to be escorted at all times, remember?”

“Oh. so I should go downstairs and wait for him.” “Exactly.” “Gotcha.

See ya'”

Alan’s room was filled Saturday-morning cartoon fanatics. Nearly a dozen, all told, sitting on any available horizontal surface before the television.

“Sam!”, they yelled when I came in. “HA! I knew that you would one day give in to your ingrained human need to watch cartoons on Saturday morning! HA!”

“Shut the hell up Alan. The only reason I’m down here is that you woke me up. Dumbass.”

“Hey Sam, where’s yer chick?”, said Steve, the long-haired guy from Nashville.

“Yeah, I wanna see her tits again!” “You can be quiet any time now, Jim. She’s still asleep. Guess I wore her out last night.” “You saw her tits? Cool! What about the rest of her?” This was from Chris, Paul’s roomate.

“Yes, she’s pretty hot. Blonde. Great ass.” “So…uhm, like how did

you, uh…see her tits, anyway?” “She showed ’em to me in the hallway last night. They were goin’ to the bathroom or somethin’.” I saw Paul roll his eyes.

“Shitty…” Steve again. “How’s Bart, anyway?” “I dunno man, his Dad looked awful pissed when they showed up this morning…” That was Abdallah, Bart’s roommate.

The telephone rang. “Yeah….you’re WHERE? Why? All right…I’ll be down in a sec… that was my sister, people. She’s HERE! Why is she here? I don’t know! This sucks! If anybody says or does ANYTHING weird, I’ll, um, hafta get somebody to hurt them. I’m leaving. Ed! You’re in charge of the remote.” He darted out of the room.

Alan came back a few minutes later, Amanda in tow. She’d had the good sense to carry her knapsack with her. She was wearing a short, tight black tube dress, and had tied her hair into a short pony tail.

The first words spoken upon her entrance were: “Is she legal?” Amanda

even managed to blush slightly. “I’m fifteen.” “OK, um, this is my sister. I don’t know why she’s here and I’m hoping she’ll leave soon, but for now she’s here. Somebody get up so she can sit down. Um, these’re the guys. We’re watching TV.”

“Hi Ed. Hi Speechless. Long time no see. So, like, who’re these other guys?”

“Ed. Sam. Jim. Chris. Abdallah. Rafat. Rome. Craig. Rob. Chris. Marsboy. Paul.” Alan pointed at each of us. Paul wore the expression of someone who had just realized that he had slept with his own mother.

“Close your mouth, Paul. You look like a dumbass.” “So, um, this is

your sister?” His voice was quivKimg slightly. “Well, according to my

parents, yeah.” “Hi everybody.” Amanda gave a tiny wave. Paul just

stared. “So…what’re you doing here?” “I came up to, ya’ know, see the campus. Specifically, the part with the like, fraternities on it.” “Those guys suck! Find some real men. Like me. Or even Rob. Or Sammy.”

“What about me?” It was Mark, referred to by all as “Marsboy” “Nope,

you’re just a pussy.” “You’re going to hell for saying that, Sam.” “If there’s girls down there like Amanda, I’ll save everybody the time and kill myself now!” Amanda rolled her eyes.

“Well, anyway, I must be off…a drunken orgy awaits. Ta-ta.” She slinked toward the door.

“Waitaminute! Drunken orgy? Did Dad SAY you could go to a drunken orgy?”

“Well…no.” “Then you aren’t leaving.” “Then I guess I’ll just have to start one here!” She gleefully plopped down on Paul’s lap and blew in his ear, “how ’bout it, big boy?” From where I was sitting, as well as many of the rest of the guys, it was painfully obvious that her dress was the only thing she was wearing.

“That’s it! Everybody out…NOW!” Pretty much everybody filed across the hall, to Paul’s room. The cartoon schedule continued uninterrupted. I walked back to my room instead.

Lori was STILL asleep when I got back to my room. I briefly considered going to sleep, but decided against it. Instead, I decided to check my Email, a task which can and has required hours of otherwise useful time.

POUNDPOunDThuD. It was Alan. And Amanda. “Sam, I like, need a place to keep my sister while I eat lunch. Do you mind?”

“No problem.” “Just keep her from leaving. I’m sure she won’t do anything, but, like, I don’t want her out running around or anything.”

“Right.” “Cool!” Once Alan left, Amanda sat down. She was pouting.

“That didn’t work the way I wanted it to… I was hoping to…” “I know what you wanted to do. You wanted to embarass Paul. And that’s fine.”

“No, actually, I wanted a drunken orgy…” “Oh. You know, there’s only

one problem with that.” “Like, what?” “There were a whole bunch of guys in there. There’s only one of you. What were the other ten people going to do?”

“Well, I think I can handle, what, three, four, maybe five guys no problem. The rest of you could watch and jerk off or, maybe like, get together with each other…I don’t know…besides, if we can get Lori in on it, then there’d only be a couple that didn’t have something to fuck.”

“OK…maybe, but that’s only if you can get Lori to go along with

it…” “Go along wit’ wha…?” Lori was rubbing her eyes. “Would you

like to have sex with a whole bunch of guys all at once?” “…not

tonight dear I have a headache.” “Seriously!” “Only if I really liked them all. And had a lot of condoms. And if my pussy didn’t hurt.” “Oh. OK. Well, the guys are a bunch of Sam’s friends. Your cunt will feel better in no time, and I think I saw a box of condoms laying on a desk in here someplace…”

“Well then, I guess I could, maybe WATCH at least…” “GREAT! I’ll have

a batch in here right away!” “Not NOW. Wait until later. Like tonight.”

“Huh-uh. I want some NOW. A whole bunch. All at once.” “Can’t it wait until later? Lori needs to go home and get cleaned up. Clean clothes, all that stuff. Besides…it’s your call, but I don’t know if I can stay with you if you’re going to do this. Either of you.”

“I haven’t said I’m going to do anything. I just want to be every bit as depraved as Amanda.”

“Then you’ve got a loooonnggg way to go Lori.” “You’re right. I can’t even possibiy comDick. Maybe I’ll just zip on over to confession or something instead…”

“The priest’d probably molest you on the spot.” “Cut that out! They’re

not like that at all.” “Sure Lori…” “Anyway….” “Oh. Yeah. You’re right, I guess. Maybe fucking fourteen different guys at one time like, WOULD be a strain on a relationship…”

“He didn’t mind when I asked Ed to join in last time I was here.” “That’s different. I knew you wanted Ed, too… but these guys, these guys’re just fourteen people that happened to be in Alan’s room when you were in there. Were you even thinking about doing this when you walked in?”

“Well, yeah. It’s like, one of those things that every nympho dreams of, you know. Lots of people, all at once and all that.”

I groused a little bit. The girls went on with their planning. The plan was really pretty simple. Lori was supposed to stand out in the hall by the bathroom. All she had to do was tell a few people that she was really horny and needed love. If they were interested, she’d tell them to be in my room at 6:00pm. and to bring a friend. If anybody asked what she was doing, she told them that she was waiting for her boyfriend in the bathroom.

My part in the plan was fairly simple: leave. Go to Alan’s room. Wait it out if couldn’t handle it, or else be there for the orgy…

When six o’clock rolled around I was sitting in Alan’s room. I decided it would be better for me that way, not to see what the girls were doing. So I sat in Alan’s room and watched Star Trek videos with Alan.

That was fine until Steve knocked on the door. “Hey Sam, did you know there’s a coupla girls in your room that’re fuckin’ everybody that walks in?”

“Yes.” “Whoah! Girls.” Alan got up. “Waitaminute! I left Amanda down there!”

“Don’t worry, I left her with Ed. I’m sure she’s not doing anything YOU wouldn’t do if you were an incredibly horny, lust-filled teenage girl surrounded by eighty equally horny men…”

“AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH” He made a mad dash for the

door. “So, have you been down there yet, Steve?” “Yeah. It was awesome. The one girl, Amanda I guess, probably had four guys on her. I had me some o’ that…. the other one, the blonde, was only doin’ one guy at a time. She wasn’t fucking, either, just sucking. Had me some o’ that, too. So, Sam, which one is your woman, an’ why’re you letting her do it?”

“Neither. Both. I’m not sure. Amanda – Alan’s sister – I’ve been doin’ her for, what? ’bout a month I think… but, uh, I really can’t call her mine. She’s sorta like communal property. Lori – the blonde – yesterday she was a virgin…” I laughed weakly.

“No shit? Shitty…but you’ve been gettin’ it from Alan’s sister for HOW long?”

I told him my story. He grinned and shook his head. “Well, I guess

you’ve got it goin’ then. Cool.” “By the way: what’re my lovely nymphos

doin’ for birth control?” “Oh. Man…bring your own condom all the way. That’s all y’all need to get in.”

“Oh. Well, at least they’re doing something…” “Catch ya’ later man, I

gotta go enjoy a post-fuck Marlboro.” “Smoke one for me, man.” I was surprised that Alan hadn’t come back yet. I had expected him to come rushing back with his sister almost as soon as he had left.

I took the time to reflect on what I wuss I was. My lovers were right down the hall screwing everybody they could find, and I was too much of a pansy to go down there and tell them to stop OR to join them in the fun. It was something of a moral dilemma.

Alan came back about an hour later. His unbrushed hair looked even more mussed than usual. His sweatshirt was stretched out of shape. To top it all off, he was zipping up his fly just as he walked in.

“Girls…whoah…” He said in a zombie-like monotone. He fell face-first on the floor.

I ddin’t know what they had done to him, so I elected to go find

out… When I returned to my room I found Amanda curled up on the floor, using Ed, Paul and Jim for a human mattress. Ed’s bed sloped downward at a very odd angle. A moment’s inspection showed the bedframe to be bent in two places, broken in a third. Lori was sitting on top of my loft, swinging her legs back and forth.

“So how’d it go? Anybody still horny?” Paul and Jim groaned. Ed made an odd gurgling noise. Amanda said “I am!” With undeniable enthusiasm, even.

“Eighteen.” “What’s eightteen?” “The number of guys she did just now.”

“Nineteen if you’ll take your pants off…” “That’s quite all right…say, um, what did you guys do to Alan? He ran off to get you, stayed down here awhile, then came back and passed out on his floor.”

“Isn’t it obvious what they did?” said Paul. “Yeah…they, uhm….”

“We fucked him!” Amanda’s grin widened. “Forgive me if I’m wrong, but

isn’t Alan your brother, dear?” “YUP! I’ve wanted him for AGES. Ya’ know, incest is best and all that shit.”

“Oh. Whatever.” “I did him, too. And Ed…” “Somebody told me that you

were just giving blowjobs.” “Well, I decided to make an exception. Wish I had done it sooner…” she said whistfully. “Besides, condoms don’t taste very good.” She made a face.

“I think I’ll be walking bowlegged for a week! God what a weekend!”

Epilogue (Sorta): The Bit At The End

Clean-up was a bitch. Especially the condoms. They were all over the place. We even found one hanging in the smoke detector. None of us wanted to touch them. In the end, I found what appeared to be a car’s broken radio antenna amongst Ed’s piles of useless junk. That worked fine. We collected the slimy things into a plastic zip-lock bag, then put that bag inside a second plastic bag, which we tied shut and threw into the garbage. It took us hours to get everything straightened out. (That’s one thing you don’t see a lot in porno movies…the clean-up.)

Ed’s bed STILL hasn’t been fixed. He sleeps on the floor. The cleaning ladies wouldn’t accept Ed’s sheets, either. He had to pay for the old ones before they’d give him any more.

Amanda slept in her brother’s room that night. She said mine smelled like sex – which it did, and still does, despite the fact that our window is open at almost all times. Of course, she came back and gave Ed, Lori and me a goodbye group-fuck early Sunday morning, before she left. She left me another pair of underwear – the only pair she had worn that weekend, too.

The next day, Lori went back to her own dorm, her clothes wrinkled and even torn in a couple of places. I got a call from her a couple hours later. “Come over to my room. I need your help. I’ll be waiting at the back stairwell.”

It turned out that she wanted me to carry a whole bunch of her things over from her room to mine. She never asked me, I never asked Ed. It just happened. She lives with us now… showers unabashedly in our bathroom, walks around wearing nothing but her undies. If anything, the rest of the guys on the floor like it. She made Ed clean up his mess – even got him to shave. It’s really been a remarkable transition for all of us. She sleeps with one of us at night, me, Ed or Alan sometimes, and she’s faithful in her own way, to our little group. She eats with us. We do homework together. We even got Dick to make us a little label with her name on it for our door. And she watches cartoons with us on Saturday mornings.

But the best part is, Amanda’s coming back. Today is Wednesday, and she’ll be here Friday. So will Kelly. It’ll be great. And the music just keeps playing….