Guys in tight bike pants, their crotches a-bulgin’
Wet, hot, slick, hard skin, and secrets divulgin’
A story ’bout Suzy-Q, oh what a scene,
These are a few of my favorite things

Guys in blue denim, their lashes a blazin’
One with his pants off, his size is amazin’!
A horse with a hard on suspended by strings *
These are a few of my favorite things

When the clap hits, when his pud drops, and I need it bad
I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don’t feel so
sad
* This line inserted in honor of Catherine the Great, and the new
Russian democracy!
After my vocal recount of MY favorite things there wasn’t much
resistance (none, maybe?) when I knelt down in front of him and
unzipped his jeans. Having waited for what seemed centuries, I
immediately began to savor the contents. As my tongue rolled around
the head of his penis, in a voice tempered with both ecstasy and
panic, he murmured,
“Jesus, Clarissa, we can’t do this here.”
Before the not to worry reassurance crossed my lips both of us
heard a shaken Herman pounding his fists on a nearby keyboard.
Putting two and two together Alex began laughing so uncontrollably
that I found it my civic duty to silence him. Retaking appendage in
mouth I began to suck it for all it was worth.
Not being slow on the uptake, Alex slid his hands into my
blouse and discovered I was not wearing a bra. In fact, since it
was a special occasion I had dispensed with all underwear. Taking
this as his cue, with a quick switch of positions we found
ourselves on his large Steelcase desk. He began by running his
tongue along the curve of my small but well formed breast, and down
my belly. Bearing right at my navel, he shortly found his tongue
wading through my short and curlies. I sucked him deeper into my
mouth as his tongue hit my clit. He had one hand twiddling my clit
between tongue laps, while his tongue was exploring my wet cunt,
darting in and out, tracing my lips all the way back where he
lightly nibbled that very sensitive area between cunt and anus, and
then he gave my hole itself a gentle brush.
The chill that shot up my spine caused me to gasp, sucking
his pumping cock deeper into my eager mouth. His tongue finally
returned to my clit. God the walls were shaking! I could have
continued with this game for a long, long time, but as if out of no
where a condom appeared. My heart, already pounding double time,
started doing little flips. My clitty, so recently being ministered
to by tongue, started pounding in anticipation of what it knew was
coming. I took the packet from him and ripped it open. Now, with
both of us sitting on the edge of that steelcase, I gently grasped
his member [I just HAD to] in one hand and unrolled the sheath with
my other. I realized that the wrapper was still in my hand. As I
reached across the desk to the trash, I felt a hand on my back, and
then another reaching around my waist to my hot pussy. I knew what
was coming, and I reached back to help guide his flesh missile into
my anxious (but not hardened) target. Help wasn’t needed however,
and before my hand found its target, his missile found mine, and
with a grunt of satisfaction he started his journey home.
With a long slow push I felt myself filling up. Then his hand
came around me and started to caress my clit. Then finger twiddle,
slow stroke out, fingers, fast push in. My clamping him tight on
each outstroke was driving us both to a frenzy. With each beat of
the penetration, the cycle of pleasure began all over again. As if
upon mutual agreement, a soft languid cry flowed from our lips and
could have been heard if anyone had been listening.
Serendipitiously, a loud wail from Herman was produced on the
opposite side of the wall.
I wish I could describe the sound of 12 Macs crashing
simultaneously, but it really isn’t very interesting.

I began working with a construction company as a laborer. I was
physically in terrible shape; but, I thought that a few months of
this type of work would allow me to gain some strength and to
shed some of my flab. I began working with the company in the
month of April so that by June I had in fact started to improve my
physique.

We began work on a 3 story building and were beginning to work
on the second floor when they told me to start training as an
assistant welder. This was wonderful, it was more pay and I was
certainly willing to learn. I learned a lot of things I didn’t count on
learning about welding, and about welders. At any rate, I reported
to the foreman who assigned me to work with Ann, a certified
welder. Now, I was surprised when he told me I was to work with
a female welder; I thought that all welders were men because I
knew that welding required a lot of strength. At any rate, I found
Ann and told her that I had been assigned to work with her. She
looked down at me, she must have been 6 feet tall and beautiful;
she looked over my body like a butcher inspecting a side of beef. I
found out that night that the analogy was a good one.

Ann had on a long sleeve shirt and jeans so her body was not
evident and I didn’t really think about how easily she handled the
heavy steel and welding equipment. The rest of the day went pretty
uneventfully and as we were clocking out Ann said, ” Say, why
don’t you come over to my place tonight. I always like to have the
guys I work closely with over the first night so that we can really
get to know each other. I have found that by doing this it makes
the working relationship a lot better. I promise you that you will be
surprised before the evening is over.” I was excited at the prospect
and readily agreed. We planned the time, etc. and I went home to
clean up.

I arrived at Ann’s place about 15 minutes late. I rang the door bell
and Ann threw open the door suddenly, reached out and grabbed
my arm and pulled me into the house. She did this with such speed
and with such force that I was sent hurling into the next room,
where I lost my balance and ended up on the floor. I looked up and
started to ask her what in the hell was going on, but when I saw
her my mouth just fell open. She was in a bikini and she was
beautiful. I also noticed that she had muscles; I mean real muscles.
Not the soft looking girl muscles, but real hard looking muscles.

She looked at me with a smirk on that beautiful face and said, ”
rule number one, you be where I tell you to be, when I tell you to
be there. I see you are taken with my body; I plan to take you apart
with it and then I’ll put you back together the way I want you when
I’m through seeing what makes you tick. First we’ll eat dinner; I
want you to have as much energy and strength as you can muster
in that weak little body of yours. I can tell by looking at you that
you are a weakling and will be no contest for my great strength.
Before this night is over you will be in my complete control. Now,
stand up here and strip to your underwear, I want to have a
comparison of muscles. Move, wimp or I’ll trash you before we
eat.” I stripped as fast as I could. Ann was right it was no contest;
her muscles were bigger and more developed than any of mine. I
knew then that I was in for whatever she had in mind and I could
not do anything about it.

She enjoyed herself as she flexed and compared her well
developed muscles with my average muscles. She would feel and
measure mine and then explode hers and make me feel and
measure them. I was devastated, and we hadn’t even started the
“contests” yet. Her arms were solid as stone and were massive in
size; but, her legs were the real scary part of her body. Ann’s legs
were beautiful; long and sleek until she flexed her muscles. When
she did this those legs turned into massive pillars of muscle. I
knew she could crush me into helplessness if she ever got her legs
wrapped around my body.

We ate dinner and moved into the family room. She had all the
furniture moved back against the walls to expose a large open area.
Ann sat on a couch and motioned for me to sit down next to her. ”
Well, little man, did you get enough to eat ? I hope that you will
have enough energy to make this at least a little interesting. Most
men I’ve wrestled against have been so outclassed that I haven’t
had a good workout in a long time. I can tell by just looking at
your body compared to mine that you aren’t man enough to take
me; but I can’t wait to tie you in knots. I really haven’t felt as
powerful as I feel today in a while. I’ll try to take it easy on you so
that you last for a little while anyway. I’m going to limber up a bit
and then we’ll start your lessons. ”

Ann rose from the couch and began to put on a show for me as she
limbered up her body. She knew that I was mesmerized by her
beautiful body and her powerful looking muscles. After she had
stretched for a few minutes she walked over to me and grabbed a
handful of hair, pulled me off of the couch and slammed me into a
crushing headlock.

” Let’s see how tough your head is. I’ll bet you I can knock you
out before you can even submit. Keep your hand on my arm as I
put on the power. Are you ready ? Here goes. ”

She flexed her arms and jerked my neck into her body and I went
out like a light. She had done it; I never even had a chance to
submit before she put me on ice.

As I came to Ann was leaning against a table with her ankles
crossed, looking down at me. I shook my head in an attempt to
clear out the cob webs. Ann walked over and stood over me; as I
looked up into her smiling face she flexed up her arms and let out
a yell of ” Yeah, you’re no match for these babies. And my friend I
haven’t even gotten warmed up yet. Now you know why I can
move that heavy welding equipment and those steel beams so
easily. Before we’re through here you’ll be so afraid of my strength
that you will shake when I look at you in an angry way. Now get
up here, I’m going to let you put me in a bear hug and see how
hard you can squeeze. ” I got to my feet and wrapped my arms
around her; my face was directly in front of her boobs so I turned
my head to the side and quickly jerked my arms toward me and
squeezed her as hard as I could. Ann laughed and said, ” is that as
hard as you can squeeze ? Come on, little man, put some muscle
into it. My, my what a weakling you are; I’m not sure you will be
any use to me on the job. Here let me show you what a real bear
hug feels like. ” She wrapped her arms around my body and
counted to three, then she slowly increased the power. It was like a
python; she squeezed the breathe out of me and I once again went
down into unconsciousness.

This time when I came to Ann was leaning up against the wall
looking down at my wasted body. She wasn’t even sweating and
she had knocked me out twice. ” How about that for power, wimp
? Get up here and feel these arms. I’ve got one more demonstration
of my arm strength for you, then we move on to the real strength –
my legs. ” I stood up on wobbly legs and felt her 16 inch biceps;
they felt like steel. Ann was grinning like a Cheshire cat as she
placed one hand around my throat and one hand on my crotch. She
then lifted me above her head. My head was spinning; she was
doing presses with my body. After a few presses she began to drop
me onto her shoulders; then she put my back on those shoulders of
hers and began to bend me across them. I thought my back was
going to break. I began to beg for mercy. Ann laughed, ” is the
baby hurting ? Is Ann too much woman for you ? Louder, I can’t
hear you; beg me to stop. ” I begged her in as loud a voice as I
could muster; and the panic in my voice was real. Finally she
stopped, and dropped me in a heap at her feet. I laid there curled
up in a fetal position at the feet of this beautiful woman who was
beating me like I had never been beaten.
” We’ll take a rest now so you can gain some of your strength back
and then I’m going to work you over with my legs. I know you
have been watching them; and in a few minutes you are going to
feel some real power. You may feel the muscles in my legs and
think about what I’ve said. ” As she flexed her long, beautiful legs
the muscles were etched and solid as her arms. The look on my
face must have been one of total humiliation and resignation.

We rested for a short time and then Ann said, ” now, big boy I’ll
give you another chance to put me in a hold. I’m going to lay down
on my back and let you get on top. If you can pin me for the count
of three then you win and I’m yours. If not you are mine. ” I sat
down on her stomach and pinned her wrist to the floor. Ann said
go and then began to try to raise her arms. I was concentrating on
her arms so hard that I didn’t realize until it was too late that she
had also begun to raise her legs toward my head. Within a second
she had her long legs wrapped around my neck. As she pulled back
with her legs I let go of her arms. She held onto my legs and began
to bend my back in a version of a surfboard hold. I thought my
neck and back were both going to break. ” Interesting hold isn’t it
Timmy boy. If I squeeze with my legs I might break your neck; if
I pull down anymore I could snap your back like a twig. Yes sir,
I’ve got you tied up like a pretzel. Remember the deal, you are
mine. ” She let go and pushed me off of her. She stood up and
grabbed a handful of hair; then she raised my head up and placed
my neck between her calves. Without a word she stood up on her
toes and then suddenly flexed every muscle in her legs. I couldn’t
do anything but make croaking noises as she once again knocked
me out.

As I came to; Ann was sitting down next to me. Then I felt the
weight of her legs around my waist. Before I had fully regained
consciousness she placed one of my hands on her thigh and flexed
that awesome muscle. I was out again before I knew what hit me.
This time when I came to she was standing over me. She pinched
my nose with her toes so hard that my eyes began to water. Then
she said, ” I’m just getting warmed up and it looks like you are
spent. I hope that you can last through the rest of the workout.
Now put that scrawny head in between my thighs and let me see if
I can crush your skull. ” I did as she had commanded me. Ann
began to crush me in a standing head scissors with such force that I
began to cry for her to stop the pain. She would squeeze me to the
brink of unconsciousness and then let up and squeeze me again.
After several minutes of this she stopped. I fell to the floor; but
Ann wasn’t through yet. She rolled me over on to my back and the
picked my head up and put me back in between her thighs. Once
again the crushing squeeze.

” Feel my thighs as I flex them. I want to see your face as you
realize that I can crush you to death with these legs. You had better
remember this at work or I might do this to you while we’re on a I
beam. Good night pip squeak, it’s time for you to go out again. ”
She tensed her legs and I could hear her laugh at me as I went out.

Ann was still in her bikini when I awoke. She sat on my chest and
raised my head up to look right into her massive boobs. then she
flexed her arms. She stripped me and made me crawl behind her as
she walked around her apartment. She would stop from time to
time and flex her muscles. After about 30 minutes of this my knees
were raw. Ann finally sat down on her couch and spread her legs. ”
Lay down here between these babies, I’ve got to have a man
between my legs right now. ” I laid with my face in her boobs and
her legs wrapped around my waist. Ann crushed my body into hers
and I was almost out again. Then she slammed my head into her
crotch and used my nose to masturbate herself with. As she
climaxed she squeezed with such force that I was unconscious
again.

Ann used me all weekend like this. By Sunday when she let me go
I knew who the boss was and that her power over me was
complete.

You knock on your friend’s door, and you hear her say, as she opens the
door,” Forget something?” As she opens her door, her mouth drops, and she
stares at you. She pulls you inside, asking, “What happened? Are you ok?
Should I call a doctor? ” You tell her you are ok, you just want to sit
down.

She goes into the kitchen, and you hear her rummaging around. You start to
cry, feeling just what it was that they did to you. Sure, you enjoyed it
eventually, but it was so humiliating, to be taken like that, without
permission, to be violated in that way. Not by 1 man, but by 3.

Laura comes back with coffee for you. As she hands it to you, you almost
drop it, your hands are shaking so badly. She puts her hands around yours,
to help you hold it, and her hands are warm on yours, and reassuring. You
calm a bit. As you sit and sip the coffee, strong and black, she asks if
you want to talk about it. So you decide to let it out, between sobs. But,
the longer you go on, the more you remember how it really felt on your
body. You calm visibly, and go on, the words just flowing out of you.

You think it’s strange that Laura is squirming so much on the couch next to
you. She must be appalled at the treatment you received. But how could she
know how it felt, to be taken that way? As you tell your story, she goes
into the kitchen and comes back with a warm, wet towel. She mops your face,
trying to be careful of the bruise that is welling up on your cheek from
the slap the man gave you. She gets a piece of ice and wraps it up, and
holds it to your cheek. You are almost done with your coffee, and your
story, so you set the cup down.

You tell her you need someone close now, someone who cares. She puts her
arms around you, and holds you tight. You hug her for dear life. It’s so
good to know someone DOES care. You start crying again. When you have
finally let it out, you take your head off of her shoulder. As you lift
your head, she kisses your bruised cheek, telling you things will be ok.

She then proceeds to tell you that 2 years ago, the same thing happened to
her. Not 3 guys, but only 2, and that was 2 too many. You feel a kindred
thread reach between the two of you. She DOES understand. She says she had
no one at the time, and she’s glad to be here for you. She suggests you
take a hot shower, to get the “dirt” from you. You agree.

“Besides, you can’t go anywhere in that messed up dress anyway.” she says.

You go into the bathroom, disrobe and turn the water on. Stepping into the
hot shower, you close the door, and let the heat beat down on you. She has
a shower massage on the shower head, and you set it to “pulse”. The sore
muscles relax, and you let you mind wander. You find that you are not mad
at the men, just feel sorry for them, that they have such problems that
they have to beat up and rape women.

Your eyes jerk open as you hear the shower door open. Opening the door,
Laura has come in to see if you need anything. You had already washed their
come from inside you, and washed your hair.

“No, I’m fine, thanks.” (Why is she looking at you so hard?)

“How about your back? Can you reach that?”

“No, I can’t. My shoulder is too stiff. You could do that for me, if you
like.”

“OK,” she says. “But I’ll have to get in with you. I’ll get all wet. I was
due for a bath anyway. Shower’s just as good. This place has a LOT of hot
water.”

You agree, and she closes the door. As you are washing your legs off, you
find yourself watching her through the translucent shower door. She removes
her blouse, skirt, and underwear. Finally unsnapping her bra, she lets her
large breasts swing free. She drops her things on the floor, and starts to
get in. You turn your back, somehow embarrassed. Your beaten body looks so
bad next to her smooth, white skin.

“Hey,” she says. “It’s ok. It happened to me. I know how you feel. It’s
alright. You forget, I’ve had 2 years to recover. ”

She puts her hand on your shoulder, and you relax. She soaps up a
washcloth, and proceeds to wash your back. You must have sat in something,
because she sure washes over your ass a lot. But the soap and heat feel so
good. Your sore back relaxes. You know you’ll have bruises, but they won’t
be too bad.

She asks you to do her back. You agree, it’s the least you can do for her,
after all the kindness she has shown you.

Turning around, you grab the washcloth, and notice your breasts brush
against hers. My, she has some large pointed nipples! Bigger by far than
yours. She turns around, and you soap her up, washing over her back, her
shoulders. You decide to play the game, and wash over her ass, too. It’s
very soft, and looks smooth. She leans forward and holds onto the towel
bar, asking you to wash the inside too. For some reason, you think this is
funny, and start to giggle, but you do it anyway. With one hand, you pull
her cheeks apart, and run the washcloth up the crack of her ass. It didn’t
need it, but you did it anyway.

As you wash her ass, she sways back and forth, enjoying the heat and your
help. She asks if you would mind doing the backs of her legs, since she
can’t reach them. Still giggling, you kneel down in the bottom of the tub,
and wash the backs of her thighs. Feeling better now, and starting to feel
a bit playful, you put a small bite on her ass. She jumps, yelping “What
are you doing?” and starts to laugh. This sets you off, and soon the two of
you are having a water fight. You rinse out the washcloth and smack her ass
with it, and she cups a handful of water and throws it in your face. You
can’t see anything, and she backs you up against the wall, pressing her
body to yours, her breasts mashing yours down. “Now what are you going to
do?” she asks.

Thinking quickly, you kiss her full on the mouth. She backs up immediately,
and you grab her wrists and hold her back against the other wall of the
shower.

“Ok, you win. Let me go and I’ll do anything you say.”

“Not yet. First you have to bow down and pay honor to me.”

Letting go of her wrists, you let her slide down the wall and kneel at your
feet. You reach behind your back and turn the heat up. She looks up at you
with what she supposes are “puppy dog eyes”, and pleads with you to forgive
her. You step out of the way of the shower path, and let the hot water hit
her full in the face and chest. She falls backwards, and slides down the
tub, between your legs. You immediately sit down, on her stomach, holding
her in place. She looks up at you, and asks what she did wrong.

“Nothing. That’s why I’m doing it.” (What did you just say?)

You find yourself starting to enjoy some of this power she has given you.
You order her to get out of the shower and wait for you. After you get off
of her, she amazingly does what you say.

You rinse the rest of the soap film off of you and order her to get a towel
to dry you with. She does this, and holds it open for you to step into. As
you step out of the shower, she wraps the towel around you, and tucks it
tight. Your nipples harden at the cold air outside of the shower, and they
poke through the material. She sees this and starts to giggle again.

Playing the role, you order her into the bedroom, where she can take care
of you. You aren’t sure yet what you are thinking, but you like it, and
start to find yourself attracted to your Laura in a way you have never felt
about her before.

Heading into the bedroom, you remove the towel, and sit on the edge of her
large round waterbed. The heat has been turned up on the bed, and it feels
quite nice. You ask her to dry your back. She says no.

“Get over here and dry me now!” you command her.

She obeys, and you see what it is she wants to do. Ok, you can be her
master, if that’s what she wants. You could at least give it a try.

She dries your back expertly, not missing a drop.

“What about your front, Mistress? She all I dry that as well?”

“Yes, love. And dry under my tits too.”

She does what you command, and you find yourself once again enjoying the
power of the moment. With one hand, she holds up your breast, and runs the
towel under it. Her hands are so soft! And Warm! As she lets it back down,
her fingers run over your air-hardened nipples, making them tingle.

She towel dries your hair, and begins to use her brush to give it long,
smooth strokes, combing out the tangles and rat-tails. Her long blonde hair
must be a real pain to do.

Finally, she sits down next to you, and asks, “What’s next, Mistress?”

You tell her that you don’t know. That you aren’t sure.

She stands up in front of you, and backs away about 5 feet. She puts her
hands on her hips, and stands naked in front of you. You find yourself just
staring at her body. She turns sideways, and you get a very good view of
her profile: high pointed breasts, long blonde hair, a very flat stomach,
and long, tan, shapely legs. She turns with her back to you, and you notice
her ass looks even better than it did in the shower. Then she turns forward
again, giving you a full frontal view of her platinum blonde pussy. Without
the shower, you find yourself getting wet again.

“Are you sure you don’t know what you want, Mistress?”

In a husky voice, you tell her, “Come here. Come to me, and make me feel
good about myself.”

She walks forward, and you find you face level with her breasts. She puts
her hands on the back of your head, and pulls your mouth closer to her
nipple. It is so close, you can feel your breath bouncing off her skin. She
holds you there, waiting for you. You decide you are going to like this,
and place your wet lips an on her tit. It tastes very nice, you think, as
you begin to suck on her breast. You reach a hand up and hold her tit up to
your mouth, feeding it into your lips.

You start to use your tongue around her nipple, gently sucking with your
mouth, and she starts to sway again. She takes your free hand, and places
it it around behind her, placing your hand on her ass. It IS smooth! You
give it a squeeze, enjoying the firm, soft flesh.

You stand up and turn her around. You lay her back down on the bed, pushing
her up so that her whole body is on it. Her tits jiggle as she “bounces”
around on the water. You lay down next to her, and move her hand between
your legs. You put one leg up to give her better access, and she slides a
finger along your slit. She pulls it out and places it into her mouth,
getting a taste of your juices. She returns her hand to your cunt, and
kisses you, pushing her tongue in your mouth. You move your hand across her
breasts, and down across her stomach, into her waiting bush. Her hair is so
soft. Is there nothing hard about this girl, aside from her nipples? She
spreads her legs wide, and you delve a finger into her wetness. It seems to
grab your finger and pull it in. As you pump your hand in and out of her,
she uses her thumb on your clit, stimulating it to it’s full 1 inch length.
She is surprised at how big your clit is, and begs her “Mistress” to let
her see and taste it.

You agree, and she moves her head down between your legs, spreading your
dark covered lips apart with her fingers. She snakes her tongue out, and
you jump as she touches your clit. Her touch makes you tingle, and the
shock of contact makes your legs close around her head.

You were just talking about it, when he suggested that he take some
pictures of you. “No,” you told him, “I don’t think I could do that.
Looking is one thing, but taking my clothes off for a camera is something
else. I mean, what if someone saw them??”

“No problem, doll. No one ever will. I can develop them myself, and we can
save them. That way, in 20-30 years, we’ll remember how good we looked, and
how much fun we had. I’ll tell you what: if you don’t want to, how about if
we just take some of you in regular clothes, or a swimsuit? You know,
fashion photography. How about that?”

“Well, I guess that’d be ok,” you told him. Thinking to yourself, though,
“Hmmm, maybe I could just start off that way, and see how it goes. I’m sure
I could always quit.”

So after a little more coaxing, you told him to be here at your place next
Saturday. Well, today was Saturday, and you had gotten up early, fixed
yourself a good breakfast, (so your stomach wouldn’t be growling), and took
about 2 hours to do your hair and make-up. When he came in, he said you
looked great, but that the make-up had to be a bit heavier, so it would
show up better on film.

“Kinda make it look like a hooker’s make-up. I know it seems like too much,
but it really IS better for the camera. It tends to get washed out from the
flash, so you need more to make it show up.”

So you went walking back into the bathroom (still wearing just a towel),
and applied more pancake, rouge, eyeshadow, etc…

While in there, you called out to him, “What do I wear?”

“ANYTHING you want, baby,” he answered. “Where should I set up?”

You told him the empty living room would be good. You had taken all the
furniture out so you could put in the new carpet, but so far had only
gotten as far as removing the old carpet, so all you had now was a bare
wood floor.

As you put on more cosmetics, you heard him banging around, moving his
equipment. You wondered what was involved. You assumed he would just have
his 35mm and a flash. “Must be more to it than that,” you thought. You
guessed that since he had done some photography for “High Society” before,
that he knew what he was doing.

Having finished with the Mary Kay, you head into the bedroom, and pull out
a business suit. You pull on the blouse, and put on the crotchless panties,
hoping he won’t notice till later. You pull on your suntan pantyhose over
them, and put the purple skirt on. The high heels come next, and, checking
your hair one last time in the mirror, you head out into the large living
room.

You are surprised at the amount of equipment he has there.

“What IS all that stuff?” you ask.

He starts pointing things out, explaining what they are needed for. “Well,
that’s a tripod, used to hold the camera steady, so we can get very clear
pictures. Wouldn’t do too well to have you all made up, and have it come
out blurry, now would it? That big white panel is a reflector. I use it to
even out the lighting all the way around you. That’s so when the flash goes
off, you don’t look like you are in a spotlight. These two boxes with the
umbrellas on them are called ‘fill-in flash’ units. That’s an additional
way to add light, because with just the flash on the camera, no matter what
reflectors I had, you’d still be in a spotlight. We want as much a natural
look as we can manage. I don’t want it to look like a picture. I want it as
a captured moment of time.”

You smile at his drop into romanticism, and ask what the cable on the
camera is for. He told you that it’s a remote for setting off the camera,
to insure even further that the camera doesn’t move when he take the
picture.

“Ok,” you say, “NOW what do we do?”

“Well, first, we have some wine. This is needed to relax you. I can see you
are a bit nervous.”

“Well, I’ve never done any film work before. I don’t know what to do. I’m
afraid I’ll mess up.”

“Don’t worry about it,” he told you, “you CAN’T mess up. I’m the one who
controls everything. Just relax and be yourself.”

“OK, but, do we REALLY have to drink this early in the day? I mean, it’s
only 10 am.”

“Yep, necessary. Believe me, it’s ok. It’s only 1 drink.”

He gets out the bottle (already opened), and pours you a drink, in a long
stemmed wine glass. You sip it, and notice its chilled just right, and
actually tastes good for this early in the morning. You sit down, and look
around, intimidated by everything. You aren’t sure if you want to continue
with this.

He seems to notice this, and tells you to take your time.

“Drink the whole glass, but only at your own pace. Relax, it’ll be ok.
Think of it as fun, not something to be afraid of. Just like having your
school picture taken.”

“I HATED getting my school picture. They ALWAYS turned out terrible.”

“Not this time, love. This time it’ll be great. You’re so beautiful, I
could do this with a instamatic and make people think it was a Renoir.”

You smile at him, relaxing a bit. You are enjoying the attention he is
giving you.

“A Renoir? No, I don’t think so. Maybe I’d make a good Picasso?” You make a
funny face at him, sticking your tongue out.

He laughs, and leans forward to give you a kiss. You stop him, reminding
him of the lipstick.

“Hey, wait!” he says. “That’s perfect. Stay there.” And he turns the camera
around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs, and
hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He
takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so he can get
the ring of lipstick you have lip on the rim. Then he has you hold it up
almost to your lips, ready to take a drink.

The whole time, he is telling you how great you look, and how perfect the
pictures will be, especially since you are in them. You feel flattered and
amused that he would say so. “You’re just saying that.” you tell him,
hoping it’s not true. “No, I’m not. I really believe it. Really!”

After about 10 pictures of this, he asks if you would like to do more. You
say sure, since you are starting to enjoy it. He goes over to your stereo,
and turns on some hot, soft, romance music. Not sleepy classical, but
something with an underlying urgency to it. Not rushed, but not boring. He
has you look down a bit, stare up at him, with the glass close to your
mouth.

“Ok, now. Lick your lips very slowly, like it’s the most arousing thing you
have ever tasted.”

You do your best act, and notice your lips feel pretty good and smooth. You
put on a ghost of a smile, trying to be alluring. You guess it worked,
because he says, “Don’t do that! I’m trying to take pictures here!” You
smile wickedly, and decide to try and turn him on. You guess the wine is
starting to work on you, since this is your third glass; you have been
sipping it in between shots.

So you tell him to set the stuff back up where it’s supposed to be, and you
go over in front of the camera. You remove the blazer you had put on, and
he notices you don’t have a bra on underneath your silk lavender blouse.
“Great,” he says. “Put the glass down, stare at the camera, and pull your
shoulders back. Now lift your chin, and put one foot out to the side. Hands
on your hips. Great!”

He takes a series of pictures, you trying to be the sexy business woman
boss type. It seems to be working, because as you watch him take the
pictures, you notice he’s getting a hard on. You are about ready to spring
a surprise on him, when he announces, “I’m out of film. Hold on.”

Damn! You go back and get the glass, filling it up. Standing in front of
the camera, you wait, sipping at your Cabernet Souvignon. He reloads the
35, and gets back behind the lens. He says, “OK, ok, let’s go.” Seems to be
in a rush, does he? Ok, let him try this…..

You lean back, hold the glass high over your head, and tilt your head back.
He’s snapping like crazy, because your tits are tight against your blouse.
Then, without warning, you tilt the glass and let the wine run down your
chest, over your stomach, and down to the floor. He is snapping furiously.
Good thing he’s got that auto-winder on there! The wine is cold, and makes
your nipples tighten, and stand out even farther against your blouse. He
has you turn towards him, and do the same thing again. The blouse is now
see through, just adding a hint of color to your skin. Your large breasts
are looking good through it, and you feel excited. He says it’s perfect.
Just what he was looking for. So sexy, yet not dirty. Kind of like a wet
t-shirt contest, he says. So you continue….

You start to unbutton your blouse, and get down to your cleavage before you
stop. You lean forward, pushing your tits at the camera, and holding the
blouse open to show your breasts. It looks good against the see-through
which is all around it.

He just lets you do what you want, snapping pix at a rapid pace. You start
to undo the skirt, unwrapping it from around you, and letting it fall to
the floor. He almost faints when he sees the garter belt and crotchless
undies you have on. When he runs out of film again, it only takes him about
6 seconds to change rolls, and he is off again.

You decide to get very bold, and grab the front of your blouse, right at
your nipples. While he is snapping, you rip the blouse off you, letting
your tits swing free. You throw the blouse to the ground, and turn sideways
to show him your profile.

He pushes a stool over to you, and you sit on it. It’s kind of like a bar
stool, with the legs connected by bars. You sit on it, and press your knees
together. He throws you a towel, and you dry off. You put your hands on
your knees, and hold your tits together with your upper arms. He has you
straighten your back, and hold your head up, so you make a type of
triangle. “It looks so good, angel. I love it!” Your nipples are standing
up still, not from the cold anymore, but from the heat. You find that all
this is turning you on. You imagine yourself as a model for Playboy, and
that soon you’ll be Hef’s woman.

Your lover tells you to wake up, and move around. Who the hell is he to
interrupt your fantasy? So you put those heels on the floor, stand up, and
turn around, showing him your ass, covered by the black lace of the
panties. You pull it together, against the middle of you ass, showing off
your cheeks. That flash is going like a strobe light! You put your fingers
in the band of the garter belt, and bend over, sliding them down your long
legs, pointing your ass at him. You turn around, and kick off your shoes.
Now all you have on are the panties.

You stop, and notice he is rubbing his cock through his pants. “Excited?”
you ask him. “You know it, babe!”

You sit down on the stool again, and put you feet on the cross bars. You
slowly spread your knees apart, showing him the opening in the underwear.
Your legs get wider and wider, till it’s like you have nothing on at all.
Your pussy is wide open, and you can see him zooming the lens in on it,
pressing that cable release. He finally says he has to let himself out, and
wants to take his pants off.

“No. If you want to do that, YOU get in front of the camera.”

He hesitates. “No, I’ve always been the taker, not the takee.”

“Oh well,” you tell him. “Guess I’ll just get dressed then.” You start to
pick up your clothes.

He practically flies out from behind the camera. You giggle, and run back
behind it. He explains that all you have to do is get what you want in the
middle of the frame, and squeeze the cable. You tell him you think you can
handle that, and he takes no time in removing his pants, revealing his
tight bikini-type black underwear. His cock looks so huge in that tiny
thing! You almost forget to take pictures, but then you remember, and start
looking through the view finder. You get his whole body in view, and take
pix as he removes his shirt, shoes, and socks. Now he is dressed just like
you. (Except, of course, his underwear isn’t crotchless.) You tell him you
want to see his cock, but only if he does it nicely.

He has a nice body, and he turns around and around, acting like a male
stripper, dancing for the camera. He moves closer, and shakes his package
into the lens. You can see his balls bouncing through the material. He
backs up, and shows his ass to you. He, too, pulls the material between his
cheeks, and wiggles his ass at you. You find your free hand between your
legs, rubbing your clit. What a hot ass he has.

He drops his shorts, and turns around very fast, surprising you with the
length and stiffness of his cock. GOD, it looks inviting. But you want more
pictures of it, so you keep snapping. But it won’t take anymore. “Damn,” he
says. “Out of film again.” He rushes over, and changes the camera for a
camcorder. Mounting it on the tripod, he tells you, “I can make still
pictures from this. It runs for two hours, so don’t worry about missing
anything.”

Then he goes back to the chair, sits down, points his cock at you, and
pours a new glass of wine over it. You can’t resist. You love the taste of
cock, and the taste of red wine, especially this kind. You leave the
camera, and run over to the chair. He turns sideways, and you get on your
knees, taking it in your mouth. God, the taste of it is enough to drive you
crazy. The saltiness of his sweat, and the sweetness of the wine is almost
too much. You reach your hand back down between your legs, and furiously
pump your pussy. You stick two fingers into it, and are surprised at how
slick it is, then you remember you had poured wine on yourself, and some
had probably gotten inside. So you remove his cock from your mouth, and lie
down, legs spread towards him. He immediately kicks the chair out of the
way, and drops onto his stomach, putting his face between your legs. He
groans as his hard cock hits the wood floor, and you start to laugh.

“Verry funny. VERRRRY funny. I think I broke my cock!”

You tell him to turn around, that you’ll kiss it and make it better. He
does, and you take the glass that is still sitting there, and dip his cock
into it. There was just enough left to get the whole thing coated.

Then you put his legs on either side of your head, and put your hands on
his hips. He lets you control him, and you pull him down onto you, letting
his cock slide deeply inside your throat. His balls tickle your chin, and
you swallow, letting your throat muscles close around his shaft. He moans,
and drives his tongue into your pussy. You almost gag at the feeling he has
just given you. You pull your thighs close around his head, and hold him
there. He starts flicking his tongue up and down in your slit, making you
wetter, and licking off the stickiness of the combination of the wine and
your juices.

As you suck his cock, you feel it building in pressure in his balls. He
licks you faster and faster, across your clit, through your lips, and
across your asshole, teasing it just slightly. He holds your lips apart
with his hot fingers, and stabs your cunt with his tongue. He snakes it
around inside your nether hole, making you wetter by the second. The soft
bottom of his tongue rubs across your clit the whole time, making you jump
from time to time from the electricity his touch gives you. You feel
yourself starting you cum, and you pull his hips down, stuffing his massive
cock all the way down your throat, sucking as hard as you can. He pushes a
finger into your ass, and you cum, squeezing his head, and using your hands
to jam him farther into your pussy. He starts to cum, and you can feel it
burst in your throat, filling you up with the heat. You can’t hold it all,
and it starts to run out your mouth. Licking and sucking, you pull it out
as fast as you can, letting it spray your face. He turns around, after
going limp, and licks it off your face, then kisses you. Then he gets up,
points to the camera, and says, “We got it all on tape!!”

“No, take you -in- bed”, was your reply, voice soft and deep.

So, we undressed, quickly, and I went off to the bathroom to
clean up. The lights were off when I got out, and I could see you lying
there, with the covers kicked back, by the light from behind me, just
before I turned that one off too. I made my way over to the bed, slowly
in the dark, letting my eyes adjust to show me your form stretched out
there. And I knew I wanted you tonight…

Wanted to taste you, feel you… A gentle push on your hip, and
you were lying flat, and I could lay a trail of kisses down your chest,
and down the line of fur that leads down, across your abdomen, bumping
into your smooth, half-erect cock with my cheek, feeling how soft the
skin of it is before running my tongue over it once, just to get your
attention. Oh, yes, I had it now… Long, soft licks, savouring the
feel of you, growing harder with each touch of my tongue.

And you, moving your hand against my leg, trailing it softly up
the inside of my thigh as I continued my work. You reached my crotch,
as I knelt over you, and pressed up against it with your knuckles, and I
moaned softly, taking the head of your cock into my mouth, enjoying the
feeling, and turning my hips further towards your hand. You moved it up
further then, trailing it across the back of my thigh, and then across
my cheek, and then back down by my tailbone. I moaned again as you
brushed against my anus, and then paused there, rubbing slow circles,
and pressing ever so slightly as I slid my mouth slowly up and down the
length of you. As we continued, I pushed back against your hand, almost
to urge you on.

“Umm… your finger, it’s awfully dry…”

“I was wondering… Can you reach the lotion?”

“Mmm, hmmm…”, and I reached up to the dresser top for it,
passing the bottle back to you and returning to my licking, applying
just a little bit of suction. The lotion was cool along my tailbone,
but warmed quickly. This time, your finger slipped in easily, and you
began a slow pace that I echoed with my mouth and hand. A little bit
faster, then, and I could feel the beginnings of an orgasm building,
even though you were doing nothing beyond stroking that one finger
slowly in and out of my ass as I suck and licked at you.

The second finger went in almost as smoothly as the first, and
the pace never changed, but it was getting harder and harder to keep up
the blowjob I’d been giving you as the tension grew. And then I was
shaking and spasming around your fingers, unable to continue stroking
you, managing a lick across your balls as I shuddered. I felt you
withdrawing, and the twist of your body as you reached for the towel.

Then your voice, muttering something about more, and your hands,
gently moving me, urging me to turn, facing the edge of the bed, your
knees inside mine, and I -did- want more. You must have heard that,
because after a moment, you had spread more of the lotion over me, and
then nothing, for a while, and something about wanting to be well and
thoroughly lubricated for me.

Again, then, just one finger, only this time there was half a
sting as it entered me, and I twitched, and then the soothing lotion was
doing its work and I was relaxing again, just enjoying the sensation. I
knew what was next. The head of your cock felt smooth, and warm, as you
pressed it slowly against me, easing me open, and I could feel you stop
your motion, letting me rock slowly back onto you, slowly, slipping
maybe half the head in, and then out, as my muscles relaxed into the
feeling of your penetration. Then the whole head slipped in, and I
gasped and stopped rocking for a moment, then started the rocking again,
trying to get you deeper. Passing the widest part, I had to stop again,
and hold, and then pulled almost off and back into you again, clearing
the hurdle and stopping again, and feeling you start the slow rocking
motion yourself, slipping ever deeper as we continued…

I could feel you getting even harder as you moved, fucking me
oh, so slowly, your excitement growing. I was on the brink of coming
again myself. Reaching back, underneath myself, I could just reach to
stroke behind your balls, pressing up with my fingers, feeling the
slickness of the lotion that had spread over the two of us, feeling you
stretching me wide and sinking so deep into me. Still not all of you
in, either, and I wanted you all… Feeling your orgasm building, and
your hands tightening their grip on my waist as you tried not to slam
those last few thrusts too hard, as you came, hard, inside of me. My
own small cries of pleasure sounded loud in my ears, echoing through the
mattress as I reached my own climax.

Your withdrawal left me feeling empty, and strangely both
finished and unfinished, twitching, and with my legs shaking, out of my
control. You got up, walking around the bed, to the bathroom to wash
up, and as the light flicked on, my nerves began to spiral down and my
thoughts were sifting in some semblance of order. I managed to get up,
and tottered on still-shaking legs to the door in time to meet you
coming out, and made my own clean-up efforts.

Coming back in, and slipping bed again, and lying down to hold
you close for a moment, felt good, and warm. But I wasn’t satisfied
yet, and you knew it, and when my twitches stopped, you were raising up
again, onto your own hands and knees, kissing me, moving to lick at me,
and send me into another series of orgasms before you moved up again, my
feet still draped over your shoulders. You were hard again – too soon,
really – and I was dripping wet now, and you slipped into me easily this
time, as you started to fuck me again. Hard this time, the way you knew
I wanted you, and I bucked and wriggled under you in my pleasure as I
came, and again, and again, until I couldn’t anymore, and still you
slammed into me, until, wrapping my legs around your hips, you stopped,
and let yourself down onto me, holding me close and me holding you,
biting and licking at each others’ necks.

“Are you okay?” I think that was your question.

“Mmmm. You? You haven’t come yet…?”

“No, that was for you… I’m fine. Have I told you recently
that you have a wonderful ass?”

* * *

“So what do you think of the fresh crop?” Richard asked, stripping
off his shirt and revealing his broad, hairy chest.
“Some pretty good lookin’ ones,” Paul admitted. He lay on the bed
watching Richard undress. Paul only wore a pair of shorts.
“Yeah. What did you think of that Mitchell Knight, Gregg’s
friend?” Richard asked, tossing the shirt into the hamper.
“He’s cute. Why, you after him?” Paul asked with a grin.
“I think so. C’mon, let’s go take a shower upstairs. Maybe he’ll
be there,” Richard said.
“Okay.”
Paul got off the bed and stripped off his shorts and grabbed a
towel. Richard wrapped a towel around his waist. Paul took the soap and
they went up the stairs to the second floor showers.
Richard grinned as they entered the shower room. One of the stalls
was in use and spreading a fine mist throughout the room. They dropped
off their towels in the changing room and then chose the stall across from
the active one and left the door open.
Paul turned on the water and Richard began soaping up Paul’s chest
as they kissed. Rich ran his hands over the patch of brown hair between
his lover’s pectorals and then down his flat stomach. He went around to
Paul’s lower back and grabbed his firm hairless ass, pulling Paul flush
against him.
They continued to kiss and run their hands over each other’s bodies
as the anonymous man continued to shower across from them, unaware of
their activity. Rich continued to hope that it was Mitchell, but for now
any freshman would do.
When the guy shut off the water, Paul dropped to his knees (he
knew the routine) and engulfed Richard’s seven inch hardon. Opening the
door to the shower, Tony Parol stepped out and glanced over at them.
“Don’t you two ever give up?” he asked in annoyance. Muscles
bulged everywhere on his hairless body. He shaved his entire body, even
his pubic area, to emphasize his muscles and penis, which was average size.
“Nope, never,” Rich answered.
Paul got up and chuckled.
“Do you want to join us?” Rich asked.
Tony shook his head. “I’ll let some defenseless freshman fall for
this setup.”
“Your loss,” Rich said.
Tony shrugged and went to the changing room to dry off. Paul
kissed Rich and began to wash his chest covered with thick red hair.
After washing away the soap, he bent to Rich’s left nipple and bit it
lightly. Rich gripped Paul’s shoulders and closed his eyes as Paul got to
his knees and took Rich’s erection in his mouth again.
Paul fastened his lips around Rich’s cock and let Rich fuck his
mouth. Paul tickled Rich’s hairy balls and then found his anus. He
probed the opening with his forefinger and then thrust it up his hole.
Rich spread his legs wide and continued to thrust into Paul’s mouth.
Matching the tempo of Rich’s thrusts, Paul forced the finger
faster and deeper into Rich.
“Nnh. Yeah,” Rich moaned, driving into Paul’s mouth faster now.
Paul thrust another finger into Rich’s hairy butt and then
proceeded to put another one in when Rich froze and clenched at Paul’s
shoulders. Warm salty semen poured into Paul’s mouth as Rich came. Paul
swallowed it and then cleaned off Rich’s penis.
“Get those fingers out of my ass and get your dick in there,” Rich
growled.
Eager to get off, Paul willingly obliged. Rich turned around and
bent over, spreading his legs wide. Paul lathered up Rich’s hairy anus
and then slipped easily into him.
Paul pounded into Rich’s ass while the water continued to spray
down on their bodies. Paul reached around to Rich’s chest and pinched his
nipples as he continued to thrust in and out.
After Paul came, they finished their shower, the need for any hot
young freshmen gone for the time being.

Part 3

The first day of classes began with another exciting trip to the
showers. Mitchell realized that this would probably become his favorite
part of the day. There were more sexy young guys in the shower on this
day, and Mitchell was treated to an eye full, but his favorite wasn’t
there. Although he did get the opportunity to check out Tony which made
for quite a shock. Mitchell hadn’t realized that there were people who
shaved their pubic hair. He thought it was kind of bizarre.
Mitchell dressed, ate breakfast, and then headed off to his first
class, a freshman psychology course he was required to take, and
afterwards he spent his hour break in the library. Even as a child
Mitchell had loved to spend time exploring the library in search of the
different realities found between the covers of the books. It was no
wonder Mitchell wanted to be a writer.
After his hour break, Mitchell headed over to the English building
for his creative writing class. He couldn’t wait to meet Dr. Blake after
all the favorable comments made about him.
When Mitchell arrived, there were three other guys in the class.
He took a seat towards the front and cracked open the book he’d checked
out of the library.
Slowly more students straggled in until there were fifteen people.
Then a tall man, about 6′1″ with long blond hair, pulled into a ponytail,
and bright blue eyes, stepped into the classroom and swiftly made his way
to the front of the room.
Dropping his satchel on the table, he whirled and faced the class.
A wide, toothy smile covered his young, 30-ish, face. Mitchell noticed
the man wore a small gold hoop in his right ear.
“Creative Writing,” he said, favoring each of them individually
with his smile. He clapped his hands together. “I think I was born to
teach this class.”
A few of the students chuckled at this.
“But you will all have to judge this as the course goes along. I
am Dr. Tim Blake, and you all are just names on my class list, but I plan
on changing that real soon by getting to match these names with faces.”
He dug into his satchel and drew out the class list. He called
off the names and noted those not in class.
“Now, to get this class started and to get better acquainted with
each other, I think we should do some writing. Let’s see, what would be a
good assignment? How about you write about what you did this summer?” he
asked.
They all began to reach for pens and paper.
“No, no, no. I’m just kidding. Please, that’s a high school
assignment. We’re in college now, and this is a Creative Writing class.
I’m going to give you a much more interesting assignment. Let’s
see…it’s coming to me now…” He brought his hands to his head as he
thought. The students all waited with pencils poised, and some smiled at
his antics.
“How about this: describe yourself physically and personality wise
as you think I will perceive you as the class goes by. And then, if you
could have any supernatural type power, what would it be? You have five
minutes, so make this as concise as possible. Any questions? Then begin
now,” Tim said.
They all wrote until he said “stop.”
“Now, I want you to come up here and read what you wrote. I’m
sure the idea of reading in front of an audience scares the hell out of
some of you, but you can overcome that fear. We’re all friends here, so
feel free to express yourself. Now, who’s first?”
Mitchell raised his hand; he liked his answer to the power
question, and he couldn’t wait to share it.
“Yes, Mitch,” Tim said, smiling at him.
Mitchell got up and went to the front of the room. Blake took a
seat in the front row.
“First begin by telling us your name,” Dr. Blake said. He turned
around and addressed the class from his seat. “I find repetition is a
great way to remember things.”
“My name is Mitchell Knight,” he started, once Blake had turned
around. Then his eyes turned down to his paper and he began to read.
“Five eight, one hundred forty pounds, short brown hair, and blue
eyes. You’ll see me as creative (I hope) and interesting. You might even
think my writings are a little weird and maybe humorous.
“And to answer your question, I’d want a power where I could make
any power I wanted for myself.”
Dr. Blake smiled and a couple of the students laughed at this.
Blake nodded at Mitchell in approval.
“Very good answer, Mitchell. Good use of the imagination,” he
complimented. “Now, class, do you agree with his physical description?”
The guys in the class nodded. Some murmured a “yes.”
“And I guess your personality is something we’ll have to judge
later. Okay, Mitchell, sit down. Who’s next?”
Mitchell sat down, satisfied with his presentation. He sat
through two more people before one who intrigued him got up in front of
the class. He was about Mitchell’s size, and he was cute in a scholarly
way. He wore brown round tortoise shell glasses over brown eyes. He had
short brown hair that had small curls and waves to it on top.
“My name is Alec Ralac,” he began. Mitchell noticed that Alec’s
hands shook slightly as he held the paper before him to read. Alec had
long thin fingers with tiny, almost invisible, brown hairs growing between
the first and second knuckle.
“I am six feet tall with short brown hair and hazel eyes. I wear
glasses, but sometimes I’ll wear contacts. You’ll think I’m kind of shy,”
here Alec paused to titter nervously. “But if you get to know me, I can
be pretty outgoing. I write some pretty morbid and depressing stuff, but
that doesn’t necessarily reflect who I really am. And the power I would
like to have is the power to end bigotry.”
Dr. Blake nodded. “Good power. Yes, I think all of us in this
room would like that ability.”
The rest of the class was as unpredictable and fun as the
beginning had been. Blake released them with an assignment to write four
poems for the next class period.
“Hey, Alec,” Mitchell called out after him as they left the classroom.
“Yeah?” he asked, turning.
“Do you have another class now?” he asked.
“No.”
“Would you like to go to lunch with me?”
“Sure.”
They headed off together to the cafeteria. Their lunch extended
into an hour as they spoke on any number of topics that they found they
had in common. They spoke of their passion for writing, their common
major, and their similar pet peeves about the world like racism, and hate
crimes against people because of their color, religion, or sexual
orientation.
Mitchell was really glad to find out that Alec was liberal minded.
Mitchell had never come out to anyone, but he fully intended to now that
he had the freedom that college offered. It was nice to know that he would
know at least one person who wouldn’t care that he was gay.
By the time they parted, Mitchell felt like he’d known Alec for
years. They agreed to get together again later on in the week to exchange
some stuff they’d written. They got each other’s phone numbers and then
went to their separate classes.

* * *
Later that night Mitchell was sitting at his desk writing in his
secret notebook. His fantasy again was on Gregg which was who Mitchell
found his mind returning to a lot. This time Mitchell was getting a long,
erotic massage from Gregg that would soon turn into another hot sex session.
Mitchell got up from his desk after writing for a while to answer
the call of nature. When he returned from the bathroom, he walked into
his room to find Gregg sitting at his desk, reading the notebook that laid
out in the open for him.
“Gregg! You’re back from the weight room,” Mitchell stated the
obvious while his mind worked at a furious pace to try and think up an
explanation.
“Yeah,” Gregg answered, looking up from the notebook. “This is
some really good stuff here. I especially like the stuff in the shower.”
“Uh…Gregg, that’s just…” Mitchell fumbled.
“Just what, Mitch? I’m hoping that this is a journal of your
fantasies because I’d like to live out this second one here where we go
back to your room…”
‘Huh?’ Mitchell thought. ‘There’s no way Gregg is gay. No way. No–’
Gregg got up and walked slowly over to Mitchell. He wore only a
pair of plaid boxer shorts with the school name imprinted on them. His
brown hair was still damp from the shower he’d taken after his workout.
He walked up to Mitchell who was still frozen in place and lightly placed
his lips against Mitchell’s.
Mitchell melted into the kiss he never thought he’d receive, and
allowed himself to go with the feelings that were now coursing through his
system.
“We better close the door,” Gregg said, pulling away.
“Yeah,” Mitchell agreed softly.
Gregg moved with athletic grace to the door and closed and locked it.
“It’s a good thing you didn’t lock your door just now, or I
wouldn’t have had the chance to read that,” he said, pointing to the notebook.
Then he pulled Mitchell’s body against him and kissed him full on
the mouth again. His tongue darted out and pried open Mitchell’s willing
lips. Mitchell tentatively slid his tongue into Gregg’s mouth and tasted
the minty mouthwash Gregg had used just a few minutes ago after his shower.
Gregg pulled Mitchell with him over onto the bed. There he
reached under Mitchell’s shirt and started pulling it up over his head.
Mitchell helped, and Gregg tossed the shirt onto the floor. Then Gregg
laid Mitchell down and began to kiss his neck and work his way down
Mitchell’s bare chest. He licked his nipples and swirled around them with
his tongue.
Mitchell felt Gregg kiss his navel where a thin trail of brown
hair started and then ran down into his shorts. He felt Gregg undo the
button on his shorts, and then he was slipping them and Mitchell’s white
jockey shorts off.
“Wait,” Mitchell said, sitting up in his nude condition.
“What?” Gregg asked.
“Shouldn’t we have some kind of protection?” he asked. While his
hormones were in overdrive, he still had one portion of his brain
screaming common sense advice at him.
Gregg merely smiled indulgently and said, “Don’t worry about it.
We won’t need it.”
“No? Why not?” Mitchell asked.
“Shh,” Gregg said, putting his finger to Mitchell’s lips. “Trust
me. You don’t have anything to worry about.”
He gently lay Mitchell back on the bed and then brought his lips
to the head of Mitchell’s erection. His tongue snaked around the glans
once, eliciting a gasp of pleasure from the recipient.
“You’ve never done this before, have you?” Gregg asked.
“No,” Mitchell nodded.
“Then you’re in for a treat.”
Gregg sucked the head into his mouth and swirled his tongue around
the head while Mitchell tensed as his sensitive organ was subjected to
such delicious torture. Then Gregg slowly engulfed Mitchell’s erection
until he had the whole thing in his mouth. Mitchell felt the head hit the
back of Gregg’s throat.
Slowly Gregg went up and down the length of Mitchell’s penis. He
brought his hand into play also, stroking up and down the length of his
shaft as his head bobbed up and down. His other hand gently caressed
Mitchell’s hairy sac.
It didn’t take very long for this to have the desired effect.
Mitchell’s whole body tensed as his orgasm hit him harder than it ever had
before. His hands clenched at the sheets and he thrust his erection deep
into Gregg’s mouth as the tremendous, delicious pressure in his groin was
expelled.
“Unhhh!” Mitchell called out, semen exploding from the head of his
cock into Gregg’s mouth.
Consummate expert that he was, Gregg swallowed every last bit of
this tasty virgin sperm. Then he sat back as Mitchell recovered. He
watched Mitchell’s hairless chest heave up and down with each breath.
When Mitchell was okay, he sat up and kissed Gregg. He could
taste the semen in Gregg’s mouth.
“Now it’s your turn,” Mitchell said.
Gregg laid down on the bed and Mitchell pulled down Gregg’s boxer
shorts. Gregg’s penis was beginning to grow, and when Mitchell placed his
lips around the head, it sprang to life. Mitchell admired the size of
Gregg’s organ. It was a little thicker than Mitchell’s and probably an
inch or two longer. He was a little worried that he wouldn’t be able to
suck it very well since it was so large, and he’d never done it, but he
gave it his best shot.
“Don’t hold on to it so tight,” Gregg suggested as Mitchell
grasped the shaft with his hand.
Mitchell loosened his hold and then brought his mouth down around
the head. He made a tight seal as Gregg had done and then he began to go
up and down on it, using his hand in concert. Saliva dripped out of his
mouth as he continued to suck and it slid down onto his hand, but he
ignored this and continued to imitate Gregg in order to gain the desired
reaction. He wanted to go all the way with this experience.
Gregg came after a while, his salty cum spilling into Mitchell’s
mouth. He swallowed it all, and then removed his mouth. He wiped his
hand on the comforter.
“How did I do?” Mitchell asked.
“You did okay. There’s room for improvement, but I can teach ya,”
Gregg assured him with a smile.
“Are you free Friday night?” Mitchell asked, grinning.
“Yeah, why?” Gregg asked.
“I thought we could go out on a date and then later on you could
give me a few lessons,” Mitchell suggested with a sly grin.
Gregg chuckled. “That sounds like a really good idea.”
Mitchell realized that his mornings probably wouldn’t be his
favorite time of the day any more. Night had begun to show some promise.

Part 4

The next morning, after Mitchell finished his shower, he went to
Gregg’s room. Testing the door, he found it open and entered. Gregg lay
asleep in bed, his brown hair tousled and a peaceful expression on his
face.
Mitchell smiled at his lover’s relaxed repose. He softly padded
over to the bed and planted a light kiss on Gregg’s lips. Then he ran his
finger down Gregg’s firm jaw line covered with a light stubble.
“Morning, hon,” Gregg murmured as he woke, smiling at Mitchell.
“Good morning.”
“Did you want to join me?” Gregg asked, pulling back the sheets and
showing his naked body to Mitchell’s appreciative eyes.
“No, I’ve got to get to class. Remember, Friday night,” Mitchell
answered.
“Okay,” Gregg said. “I’ll just stay here all by myself–naked–”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Mitchell said. “I was wondering if we could
talk later.”
“Sure. How about after lunch?”
“That sounds good.”
Mitchell kissed Gregg good-bye and headed off to class. After
getting through a full morning of classes, he joined Alec for lunch and
then went to Gregg’s room to talk to him.
“So what did you want to talk about?” Gregg asked once Mitchell
entered the room and closed the door.
“I wanted to talk about this thing with us and what I should do
about it,” Mitchell answered.
“What do you mean?”
“Like I told you last night, I’m new at this. I don’t really know
how I should react. Should I keep our relationship a secret? Are there
any people I shouldn’t tell? I’ve never really dealt with those issues
before,” Mitchell explained.
“Oh, I understand. You’re worried about homophobia.”
“Yeah.”
“I think you’ll find that people on this campus are really
understanding. I don’t think you have anything to worry about. You can
tell whoever you like that you’re gay, and I doubt they’ll even think
twice about it.
“As far as out there in the real world, though, I’d be careful.
Around people you don’t know, I would say, don’t be too obvious. There’s
no telling when you may do something to tip someone like a skinhead off to
the fact that you’re gay, and then pow–the asshole is beating up on you.
Just be careful of stuff like that.”
“Do you know a lot of gay people here on campus?” Mitchell asked,
curious about Gregg’s belief that people at Marcourt would be accepting of
him.
“There are more than you think,” Gregg hinted.
“Really?” Mitchell asked, raising his eyebrows.
“More than you think,” Gregg repeated.
“Like who?”
Gregg just shook his head. “I don’t think that’s for me to say.
You’ll find out eventually all on your own. Either they’ll tell you or
you’ll just be able to tell.”
“Is Blake gay?” Mitchell asked.
Gregg smiled.
“I thought so.” He nodded to himself, pleased with his intuitive
skills.
“Now what are we going to do about us? Is it okay if I tell people
we’re going out on a date Friday night?”
“If you want to. It’s not really necessary. You don’t need to
stress it or anything. You can just say we’re going out. Whatever you
want to do.”
“Well, who’s paying?”
“It doesn’t really matter. We can both pay.”
“Would you like a flower?” Mitchell teased.
Gregg laughed. “No, that’s okay. Maybe I’ll bring you one
though.”
“Wow! This is great. I can’t believe things are so simply. I
thought it would be really tough coming out, and I thought people would
hate me because of it, but so far everything has been just awesome!”
“Marcourt is kind of a sheltered environment. You can be whoever
you want here, and not too many people will judge you for it,” Gregg
agreed.
“It’s too bad the rest of the world can’t be that way,” Mitchell
said.
“There are people working on that,” Gregg assured him.
“Okay, that’s all that I was wondering about then,” Mitchell said.
He stood up and walked over to Gregg. He kissed him passionately.
“Thanks for making me so happy.”
Gregg smiled. “You’re welcome.”
“I can’t wait ’til Friday night.”
“Me neither.”

That night Tony and Gregg went off to lift weights and Jim invited
Mitchell out for some evening tennis. The day was still fairly warm, and
there was plenty of light for them to play by as the sun slowly set on the
horizon. They had a good work out on the courts before they headed back
to the dorm.
“Hey, Mitch, are you going to study tonight?” Gregg asked him once
he got back.
“Yeah,” Mitchell answered.
“Why don’t you meet me down in the lounge. Me and a couple other
guys are going to do homework down there,” Gregg said.
“Okay, I’ll meet you after my shower.”
Mitchell went into the empty shower room and stripped off his
shorts and stepped into a stall. As the warm water cascaded over his
tired body he thought about the different people he’d met since he’d come
to school here. Gregg had said there were probably more gay people than
he realized. This made Mitchell wonder about everyone he’d come into
contact with.
His thoughts were interrupted as he heard a couple of guys enter
the room and start up the shower across from him. Mitchell smiled as he
thought about seeing the new anonymous men in the nude once he finished
his shower. He let the shower run long and hot before he finally stepped
out.
Much to his surprise, in the shower across from him stood Rich and
Paul. Rich was on his knees sucking on Paul’s erection while Paul ran his
hands through Rich’s wet red hair.
“Hey, it’s Mitch,” Paul announced.
Rich stood up and looked with a great deal of satisfaction at
Mitchell’s naked body.
“Lookin’ real good there, guy. Want to join us?” Rich asked with
a leering grin.
“No, I don’t think so,” Mitchell answered. For some reason he felt
very uncomfortable in their presence, almost as if the whole thing had
been staged.
“Aww, c’mon, Mitch. Don’t you want me to fuck you up the ass with
this? I promise I’ll make it worth your while,” Rich continued.
He squeezed his seven inch erection and continued to leer at
Mitchell.
“No,” Mitchell answered, and started to walk towards the changing
room. Suddenly he felt a tingling at the back of his skull and immediately
after this sensation, he lost all control of his muscles and froze in
place.
“I’m not going to take that as a answer,” Rich said.
He came up behind Mitchell and ran his hand over Mitchell’s smooth
shoulder. Rich then took his erection and rubbed it slowly against
Mitchell’s buttocks.
“Oh, yeah, you’re gonna love this,” Rich told him.
Mitchell felt his body turn, against his will, to face Paul and
Rich. Rich took Mitchell’s penis in hand and pulled him forward into the
stream of water from the shower.
“Rich, stop it!” Gregg called from the changing room.
“Fuck!” Paul swore under his breath.
Mitchell felt the invisible strings that had been controlling him
disappear. The tingling at the back of his head stopped, and he broke
away from Rich. Looking at Gregg, he saw his lover with his eyes locked
with Rich’s. Invisible daggers flew between the two of them as Mitchell
watched.
“C’mon, Mitch. Get your stuff and let’s get out of here,” Gregg
told him.
Mitchell grabbed his shorts and towel and got out of there as fast
as he could. He went with Gregg back to his own room where he dried off
and got dressed.
“Gregg, I don’t understand it,” Mitchell explained. “I couldn’t
move. It was like some invisible force was controlling my body. What
happened?”
“Don’t worry about it,” Gregg said.
“But what if it happens again? How did they do that? Some kind of
hypnosis? I–”
“Mitch, don’t worry about it,” Gregg said, grabbing Mitchell’s
shoulder and looking deeply into his eyes. “It won’t happen again.”
At these words, Mitchell decided he was making a big deal out of
nothing. Gregg was probably right. It wouldn’t happen again. It wasn’t
a big deal. He shouldn’t worry about it…

* * *

“Damn, we were that close!” Rich growled, slamming his fist into
the metal wall of the shower. “Who the hell does Gregg think he is,
coming in here and challenging us. Jack’s going to hear about this,
that’s for sure.”
“Rich, calm down. Come here, let me make you forget all about
Mitch,” Paul offered.
He reached between Rich’s legs and pulled gently on the
now-flaccid member, massaging it between his fingers and slowly bringing
it back to life. Rich responded slowly to this, grinding his hips lazily
in motion to the slow jerking of Paul’s hand.
“Hey guys,” Eric called into the showers, entering the changing
room.
“Eric,” Paul greeted with a satisfactory tone.
Eric was about an inch taller than Rich, but much thinner, not
quite as bulky. He had short silky black hair and brown eyes. As he shed
his towel, Paul and Rich could see his seven inch cock topped off with a
small patch of black pubic hair.
“Want to join us?” Rich asked.
“Boy would I ever!” Eric answered. “I’m so horny.”
“C’mon then,” Paul offered.
Eric slipped past them into the stall and slicked down his body
with the warm water.
“We almost had Mitch tonight, but then Gregg spoiled it,” Paul
explained.
“Yeah, I think Gregg bagged him last night. He’s a little
protective of the kid,” Eric said.
Eric’s penis became aroused under the falling water and when he
turned around, Rich and Paul’s hands eagerly explored his body and
erection. Eric put a hand on each of their boners and slowly stroked them
as he enjoyed the feel of their hands on him.
Then Paul sat down on the floor against the wall and pulled Eric’s
body to him. He brushed his hand along Eric’s small black bush which had
tiny water bubbles in it, and then he ran his hand down the length of
Eric’s penis before he placed his mouth over the head.
Rich went around to Eric’s back and ran his hands between the
valley of Eric’s cheeks. He parted the firm mounds and pressed his finger
against the little pink hole. Eric spread his legs wide and bent over
slightly, putting his hands against the wall.
Taking the soap, Rich lathered up his cock and Eric’s asshole and
then he started to slowly insert his erection into Eric. Paul took long,
slowly pulls on Eric’s erection with his mouth as Rich continued to enter
Eric. Once he was completely inside, he rested there for a while enjoying
the warmth against his cock. His rust pubic hair rested against Eric’s
white buttocks.
Then, as Rich began to thrust in and out of Eric’s ass, Paul
started sucking more urgently on Eric’s cock. Paul put his other hand
between his legs and started fondling himself gently. His other hand held
Eric’s erection in place.
Eric closed his eyes and bowed his head as the action heated up.
The water was hitting him along his right side as Paul sucked expertly on
his penis and Rich pounded into his ass. The feeling of both his pleasure
points being stimulated was incredible.
With the double action, Eric had little control over his orgasm.
It came suddenly after a few thrusts into him by Rich. He pumped his
semen into Paul’s mouth and felt his entire body relax completely after he
came. Rich felt Eric’s orgasm tickle his penis, and then he felt a
greater loosening in Eric’s anus musculature.
Paul sat back and continued to watch Rich fuck Eric in the ass as
he jerked off. Paul could see Rich’s face and watched it tense into the
familiar expression which preceded orgasm. With a few more strokes on his
cock, Paul shot his load over his chest and some onto Eric’s leg.
They both cleaned up Paul and then got out and dried off.

Part 5

During his creative writing class on Friday, Blake made them all
get up and read on of their poems. Mitchell listened closely to Alec as
he read one about the delicate balance between life and death and the
mystery of the latter. Mitchell watched with a certain voyeuristic
satisfaction the minute tremors in Alec’s long, thin fingers.
After class Mitchell caught up with Alec to make plans for that weekend.
“Your poem was just fantastic,” Mitchell complimented him.
“Thanks,” Alec said, grinning sheepishly.
“Do you want to get together tomorrow night?” he asked.
“Sure.”
“I’ll give you a call,” Mitchell promised.

6:00pm found Mitchell dressing after a long hot shower. He put on
a black and white silk shirt with black pants. Then he slipped on a plain
silver ring and some Drakkar. Adding some gel to his bangs completed the
look before he left to meet Gregg in his room.
Gregg looked really sexy in tight gray pants, gray shirt, and a
black and green vest. Mitchell smiled and gave him a kiss.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Yeah,” Gregg answered. “You smell good.”
Gregg sniffed at his neck and kissed him there before they left.
They headed out to Gregg’s Porsche and then drove into the city which was
about a half hour drive to the north.
They ate at a Chinese restaurant where Gregg ordered them a bottle
of wine (Mitchell was underage so he savored the special treat.) Gregg
was also not 21, but the waiter didn’t bother to ask for Id, so he got
away with it.
Then they headed out to a club for a night of dancing. Mitchell
let himself go, not caring what people thought of him. He was out with
his lover, and he was going to have fun whether people agreed with his
lifestyle or not.
“That was a lot of fun,” Mitchell told Gregg as they drove back to
the college, the windows open and the warm night air swirling into the car.
“I’m glad you had a good time,” Gregg said. “I had fun too. But
don’t forget, the night’s not over.”
“Oh, I haven’t forgotten,” Mitchell answered.
He rested his hand on Gregg’s thigh, where it stayed until they
got back to the college. Then they went up to Gregg’s room and locked the
door to the rest of the world. What happened inside was for them, and
nobody would be interrupting.
Gregg lit a few candles and spread them around the room. Then he
walked over to Mitchell with a grin on his face.
“You look really sexy in this light,” he whispered into Mitchell’s
ear.
Then he blew lightly into his ear and ran his tongue around the
edge of his ear. Then he slowly licked his way to the center, driving up
Mitchell’s temperature.
They kissed as they made their way together over to the bed.
Gregg slowly undid the buttons of Mitchell’s shirt and then kissed his way
down Mitchell’s smooth chest as he pulled the shirt out of his pants.
Mitchell took off Gregg’s vest and shirt and bit lightly on each
of Gregg’s nipples. He squeezed Mitchell’s shoulders at the love nips and
sighed softly in delight. Mitchell bit Gregg’s bulging erection through
his pants and grabbed the two mounds of Gregg’s ass.
Gregg had Mitchell sit down on the bed and then he took off his
shoes and socks. Then he lightly squeezed Mitchell’s crotch before he
undid the buttons on his pants and began pulling them off. Mitchell
lifted his hips to allow Gregg to slip off his pants and undershorts.
Once naked, Gregg ran his hands over Mitchell’s naked flesh. He
put his head between Mitchell’s legs and ran his tongue over the soft
flesh of his erection, stroking the head and shaft.
Then Gregg stood up and slipped off the rest of his clothes before
he walked nude to the closet. He opened it up and brought out a bottle of
chocolate flavored body oil.
“Lay down on your stomach,” he told Mitchell, smiling.
“What’s that?” Mitchell asked.
“Massage oil that I can lick off your body,” Gregg answered.
Mitchell smiled and obliged. He turned over onto his stomach and
then Gregg joined him. He ran a trail of the oil down the middle of
Mitchell’s smooth back and then put down the bottle.
His wide, strong hands spread the oil out farther, covering all
parts of Mitchell’s back as he kneaded and stroked the flesh. Mitchell
felt the soreness from the dancing leave his body and he felt himself
slowly drift into a state of absolute contentment.
Gregg worked his way down Mitchell’s back, giving him a full back
massage before he returned to lick off every last bit of the chocolate
flavor. Mitchell smiled as he felt Gregg’s tongue take its first taste.
Then he delighted in the feeling of Gregg licking his entire back.
Then Gregg opened the bottle and spread a healthy dollop on the
cheeks of Mitchell’s ass. He spread it in circles slowly over his
hairless cheeks and then placed his hands in the crack of his ass and
slowly pulled it apart. Not sure what Gregg had planned, but willing to
go along, Mitchell spread his legs far apart.
Gregg dripped more oil down his crack and then his finger rubbed
the oil into his crack and down across his anus. The tip of his chocolate
coated finger slipped into Mitchell’s anus and then was removed. Gregg
bent his head to Mitchell’s cheeks where he licked the soft mounds. Then
his tongue licked up his crack and then was digging into his anus.
Using his fingers, Gregg spread open the tight pink hole as far as
he could and then inserted his tongue, tasting and prodding. Mitchell
moved his ass lazily in circles as Gregg continued to poke and prod.
Again Gregg went to his closet, but this time he put away the
massage oil and returned with some KY jelly. He opened this and rubbed
some into Mitchell’s anus. Testing it, Gregg found he could slide one
finger easily into the opening now.
“Get up on all fours,” Gregg prompted.
“What are you going to do?” Mitchell asked, moving into position.
“You’ll see,” Gregg answered.
He smeared some KY onto his erection and then knelt behind
Mitchell, lining up his hardon with Mitchell’s pink little virgin hole.
He placed the head of his cock against his anus and then pushed forward
slowly, allowing Mitchell to get used to him.
“Just relax,” Gregg urged him, once his penis couldn’t go any
further without effort.
“I don’t know about this,” Mitchell said.
“If you relax, once I get it all the way in, it’ll feel great,”
Gregg said.
Gregg felt his words have effect, as the muscles in his ass
loosened up enough so he could slide in. He rested this way for a while
with his pubic hair flush up against the smooth cheeks of Mitchell’s ass.
Then he started thrusting in and out of Mitchell’s tight, hot hole.
“How does this feel?” Gregg asked.
“It hurts a little bit, but…” Gregg’s dick hit Mitchell’s
prostate. “Ahh…that felt good.”
Gregg sped up a little bit and got into a faster rhythm before he
spread some KY onto his hand and then reached around front to spread it on
Mitchell’s semi-hard penis. He teased the head a little bit, and it
signaled its appreciation. Gregg stroked Mitchell’s dick as he continued
to thrust in and out.
“Oh, Gregg, I’m gonna come,” Mitchell groaned a few minutes later.
The pleasure in his groin and ass was too much. Gregg’s answer to
this was to speed up until Mitchell was squirting his load all over the
sheets of the bed. Gregg felt the contractions of Mitchell’s orgasm and
he came too, shooting forcefully into his asshole.
Gregg pulled out of Mitchell’s ass and then lay down beside him.
They kissed slowly and stroked each other’s bodies in the aftermath.
“We should get cleaned up,” Mitchell suggested.
“You’re right.”
He got up and pulled Mitchell up with him. They grabbed one of
Gregg’s towels and then headed naked to the shower room. Mitchell giggled
at the daring of this, but then they were in the privacy of the bathroom
before anyone had seen them.
They took a long shower together, softly bathing the other in
soap, water, and kisses. Then they dried off and returned to Gregg’s room
where they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

Part 6

Mitchell brought a few of his poems over to Alec’s room Saturday
night. Alec lived in a dorm just a couple buildings away from where
Mitchell’s dorm was.
When he arrived, Alec had an Erasure CD playing. His room was
decorated with different posters of various alternative artists like
Depeche Mode, the Cure, Morrissey, and REM. His room was filled with dark
and black objects: black sheets and comforter, black lamps, dark brown
carpet, and a black stereo cabinet. A faint hint of incense hung in the
air.
“What kind of incense is that?” Mitchell asked.
“Sandalwood. Do you like it?” Alec asked.
“Yeah.”
He went to his desk and pulled out a stick and placed it in the
incense burner. Once lit, the golden orange tip spun a thin light gray
thread of smoke into the air.
“How’s the music for ya?” Alec asked.
“It’s good. I like it. Which CD is it?”
“Chorus.”
Mitchell went over to the CD stand and glanced over Alec’s
collection, mentally approving of many of Alec’s choices.
“Would you like something to drink?” Alec asked.
“Sure.”
“I made some coffee before you came over. How does that sound?”
“Great” Mitchell answered.
Alec brought out two mugs from his closet and poured the dark brew
for himself and his guest. Mitchell took it and sat down in the chair
while Alec sat on the bed.
“Do you mind if I turn off this light?” he asked, pointing to the
overhead one.
“No, go ahead,” Mitchell answered.
“I like to read poetry in dim settings,” he said as he got up to
turn it off.
A lamp on the desk and one at Mitchell’s side shed the only
light.
“I should probably change the music too.”
Alec turned off Erasure and put in a Ray Lynch CD. Then he sat
down, and they started to read their poems to each other and critique
them.
As the time passed, more coffee was imbibed and they moved into
talking about poetry in general. Alec brought out a poetry book and read
some poems by Alan Ginsberg and Gary Snyder. Then they talked about the
class before Alec had to take a bathroom break.
“It’s all that coffee,” he explained before he left.
Mitchell picked up the notebook of Alec’s poems that he’d been
reading from earlier and paged through this while he waited. A title
caught his eye and he paused to read this one.

A Rant For Love

Damn them for these bars!
Bars of steel
Bars of ignorance
Bars of fear
Bars of hatred.

Within this cage I prowl.
I watch my dark love.
He is all I desire.
Yet within society’s prison,
I hide my lust.

I am an angry, caged thing.
Watch out world,
I will bare my claws:
These words I possess.
And I will shred these bars!

Then he will be mine.

Mitchell nodded to himself, seeing the struggle he’d gone through
in high school reflected expertly in the poem. Suddenly Mitchell realized
Alec had returned. He stood in the doorway watching.
“I like this one a lot,” Mitchell said, holding it up.
Alec entered and took the notebook to look at the poem. He sat
down on the bed.
“Who’s the guy in the poem?” Mitchell asked.
“No one, really…well, kind of this guy I liked last year, but the
man in this poem is really symbolic of all I have liked and those I will
like.”
“I can really relate to that poem.”
Alec nodded.
Mitchell realized that he was really lucky to have found someone
like Gregg at a time when he could safely be in a relationship.
Their conversation drifted into politics then using the poem as a
jumping off point. They talked on a variety of topics which they found
themselves agreeing on. they talked until fairly late until Mitchell
decided he had better leave. They said good-bye, and Mitchell returned to
his dorm.
Back in his own room, he dropped off his poems and then crept to
Gregg’s room. He planned on slipping quietly into bed with Gregg.
Testing the doorknob, he found it unlocked. With an eager smile, he
slowly opened the door.
In the light from the candles burning inside, Mitchell could see
Eric pounding his cock into Gregg’s ass. Gregg was on all fours facing
the door, so he saw Mitchell’s shocked expression and heard the forceful
gasp of surprise.
“Mitch–?”
Eric stopped thrusting and Gregg started to get to his feet.
“How–” Mitchell started but then he choked back the rest.
He slammed the door closed and ran back to his room, squinting
back tears at the betrayal he felt. Once at his room, he realized he
didn’t want to be alone now, so he ran to he stairs and over to Alec’s
room.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” Alec asked after he opened the door.
He noticed his friend’s hurt expression and teary eyes. Mitchell
looked at Alec, who now only wore a pair of black boxer shorts; he had
obviously just been getting ready for bed. Mitchell wasn’t sure what to
say now that he had arrived.
Glancing over Alec’s thin, lean body, Mitchell appraised those
thin, long fingers that reminded him of an artist’s delicate hands. Alec
had a dusting of brown hair across his pectorals without any on his
stomach. Mitchell looked into Alec’s brown eyes and felt resolve steady
his emotions.
Revenge.
Mitchell reached out with his right hand and lightly stroked the
soft curls on top of Alec’s head. Then he brought his hand down Alec’s
long, thin neck to brush across his lightly furred chest. Alec just stood
there, not sure how he should respond to this sudden change in mood, but
enjoying the feel of Mitchell’s fingers against his flesh.
Alec stepped back to allow Mitchell into the room, and he followed
eagerly. His hand brushed close the door and then his lips were eagerly
exploring the soft flesh of Alec’s mouth. They kissed softly and
tentatively until Mitchell pressed forward with more fervor and grabbed
Alec’s ass through the cloth, pulling his body against Mitchell.
Pulling back, Mitchell slowly pulled off his clothes. Alec sat
down on the edge of the bed and watched. Mitchell stripped off his shirt
and threw it on the floor. Then he took off his shoes and socks and slid
off his pants. He pulled down his red jockey shorts and his penis began
to stiffen in the warm scented air of Alec’s dim room.
Alec reached out tentatively and touched the head of Mitchell’s
dick. This move gave him courage and he slid his hand down the length of
his quickly hardening length. He cupped Mitchell’s hairy balls and tested
their weight in his soft hands.
Mitchell knelt before Alec and put his hands on the waistband of
Alec’s boxers. He pulled on them gently, and Alec lifted his hips to
allow Mitchell to slide them down his long hairy legs and off his feet.
Then Mitchell ran his hands back up these furred legs to his hairy crotch
where he sported a 6″ hardon. Mitchell stroked its length and then the
heavy balls in their furry sac.
Alec pulled on Mitchell’s shoulders, urging him to climb into bed.
He followed Alec’s tugging, and they laid on top of one another, their
naked flesh pressing warm and stimulating against the other. They gently
kissed and caressed each other’s flesh, tenderly exploring.
Soon Alec’s roving hands found their way back to Mitchell’s
crotch. Mitchell lifted himself up off of Alec and over to the side a
little ways to allow Alec to slowly stroked his stiff rod. Mitchell
watched Alec’s long thin fingers grasp his erection and gently slide the
skin up and down its length, easily bringing warm pleasure to Mitchell’s
belly and penis.
Mitchell reached between Alec’s legs and began to return the
favor. His hand formed a fist around Alec’s cock and he matched Alec’s
speed. He paused occasionally to finger the hairy ball sac and to lightly
stroke the skin between Alec’s balls and anus, but he always returned to
Alec’s penis to continue.
As Alec picked up speed, Mitchell felt the familiar pleasurable
feelings grow and deepen and become more urgent. His hips began to rock
with the rhythm, willing to go wherever Alec wanted to take him. His hand
on Alec’s penis sped up also; subconsciously he kept the pace.
“Uh…Alec…” Mitchell breathed. “We better…ahh…stop.”
“Why?” he whispered, his own hips pumping up and down in time with
Mitchell’s enthusiastic stroking.
“I’m…gonna…ohh…come,” Mitchell answered.
“Do it,” Alec urged, working faster.
“But…it’ll make a mess.”
“Do it,” he repeated.
Lost in the moment, Mitchell went with Alec’s suggestion. With a
few more pumps from Alec’s warm hand, Mitchell let loose his sticky white
torrent of sperm. It shot in about five or six arcs across Alec’s hairy
chest and bare abdomen. One landed in Alec’s pubic hair.
During his orgasm, Mitchell had slowed down considerably on Alec’s
penis, but once he recovered, he returned to his former rhythm. Alec came
soon afterwards, thrusting his hips forward and spraying his semen across
himself and the bed. He lay back on the bed, exhausted, with a satisfied
grin on his face. Mitchell kissed him as he lay smiling.
“We better clean up,” Mitchell suggested.
Alec nodded.
“Do you have some tissues?”
“Sure, they’re on my desk,” Alec answered.
Mitchell got up and pulled some from the box and returned. He
handed a few to Alec and then helped clean him up.
“Do you mind if I spend the night?” Mitchell asked.
“No.”
“Good. I don’t feel like sleeping alone tonight.”
“What happened anyway? You looked so upset when you got here.”
“I walked in on my boyfriend fucking another guy. Actually, he was
being fucked, but…”
“Oh,” Alec said.
Mitchell nodded. Alec pulled Mitchell down next to him, and they
lay together in silence until they both drifted off.

Part 7

Mitchell woke slowly the next morning, almost grudging himself a
return to the harsh reality he had discovered last night upon walking in
on Gregg unannounced. He felt Alec move in bed next to him and then felt
him get up, so he decided it was time to open his eyes.
He caught sight of Alec’s cute little bare ass just before Alec
covered it with his boxers. Mitchell smiled at this and then closed his
eyes again to replay the scene from last night. He heard Alec leave the
room to go to the bathroom.
When Alec returned, he sat down on the edge of the bed and looked
at Mitchell with an serious expression.
“What’s wrong?” Mitchell asked, sitting up.
“I…I just don’t really know how I feel about last night,” Alec
answered.
“What do you mean?”
“It just doesn’t feel right somehow,” he said.
“Didn’t you like it?” Mitchell asked.
“No! It felt really great, but I don’t know if we should have
done that stuff.”
“Why?”
“It’s just that I don’t think our relationship should go there. I
really like you as a friend, and I’m worried about what would happen if we
turned it into something else. I’m not sure I’m ready for something like
that.”
Mitchell nodded.
“Do you understand?” Alec asked with a tense look.
“Yeah, I understand. I think you’re right.”
“You do?”
“Yeah. I was just feeling bad last night after I found out that
Gregg cheated on me, and I just kind of went with the moment. I think
we’re better as friends too.”
“Good,” Alec said, relieved.
Mitchell pulled off the covers and sorted through his clothes to
find his undershorts.
“So what are you going to do about Gregg?” Alec asked.
“I’m not sure yet,” Mitchell answered. “I still don’t want to see
or talk to him. I think I’ll just avoid him today and try and think about
things.”
Alec nodded. “If you want to talk later, just give me a call.”
“I will,” Mitchell answered.
He finished getting dressed and then hugged Alec before he left.
“Thanks for being here for me,” Mitchell said.
“No problem.”
Mitchell returned to his room and glanced at the blinking red
light on his answering machine. It had to be Gregg. It was.
“Mitch, look, we need to talk. I think there’s been some kind of
misunderstanding. Give me a call.”
[Beep]
“Mitch, where are you? Call me.”
[Beep]
“End of messages.”
Mitchell sat down on the bed and argued with himself for a while
about whether he should call Gregg or not. He continued to argue with
himself as he undressed, took a shower, and got dressed again.
A knock at the door solved his internal discussion.
“Hi, Mitch. Can we talk?” Gregg asked.
Mitchell nodded woodenly and held the door open for him. Gregg
entered and sat down.
“Look, I–”
“You cheated on me,” Mitchell interrupted. “How can you have an
explanation for that?”
Mitchell snapped a gaze of pure venom on the man he’d lost his
virginity to. The feelings of rage and hurt welled up inside of him and
focused on their source.
“Mitch, I didn’t cheat on you. We didn’t have an exclusive thing.
I never promised you a monogamous relationship,” Gregg said.
“You didn’t? Then what’s with you telling me I didn’t need to
worry about any sexually transmitted diseases? What about our date Friday
night? Didn’t that mean anything to you?”
“Mitch, you really don’t have a thing to worry about, but that’s not
because I was only sleeping with you. And as far as our date, yes, I had
a great time, and it does mean something to me. I’m just not interested
in sticking with just one guy at this point in my life. I still want to
be able to date and have sex with other people.”
“Fine. You just do that then, but I’m not going to be one of them
anymore. We may never have said anything about being exclusive, but I
sure felt that it was implied.”
Gregg shrugged. “What else can I say. It was just a misunderstanding.”
Mitchell just stood and stared at him; he didn’t have anything
more to say.
“I guess I’ll go then,” Gregg said.
“Okay.”
Gregg headed for the door. “Are we still friends at least?”
“I still need to let things settle down,” Mitchell answered.
“I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Gregg nodded. He left the room feeling a slight loss. He’d seen
some potential in Mitchell to sway more towards the romantic side which
was a department Gregg felt a huge loss in right now with his other
relationships. He hoped that after Mitchell calmed down there would still
be hope for a return to their dating and sexual relationship.

* * *

Rich wore a charcoal double breasted suit to dinner that night.
It was a warm end of the summer night, but Mr. Jack Maroe was a man who
liked his officers well dressed even if the night would include both
business and pleasure. As leader of the student organization, Rich
dressed to please what might be considered one of his boss’ little
eccentricities.
“Good evening, Richard,” Jack said, answering the door.
He was a distinguished elderly gentleman with graying hair and a
thin yet solid build of six feet. He was immaculately dressed in a dark
blue pinstripe suit and a conservative blue tie. There was an aura of
authority and royalty about him giving him the certainty that although
physically he might not be much, he was not a man to cross.
“Good evening, Mr. Maroe,” Rich answered, stepping into the foyer.
Jack closed the door behind him, and they walked into the dining
room. The table was set with fine china and wine was chilling in a stand
next to the table. Rich stood while Jack took his seat and then sat down.
“So how are things looking?” Jack asked.
“As good as you had expected,” Rich answered.
“Wonderful. Tell me about Mitchell Knight.”
A short man with light chocolate skin entered the room and began
to serve them.
“He’s just as strong as you sensed. Paul and I tried him the other
night, and it took both of us to take control of his motor skills,” Rich
told him.
Jack nodded, a slight grin crossing his face. “Gregg spoiled your
fun though, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Rich admitted with a hint of animosity.
“Don’t worry. Once he has joined us, you will be free to
‘entertain’ him as often as you please,” Jack said, chuckling.
Rich sipped the wine and then started in on his meal.
“Is he seeing anyone other than Mr. Saxton?” Jack asked.
“Not that I know.”
“I’ll look into that myself then.”
“I prepared a file on some other promising candidates,” Rich said.
“Good. I’ll take a look at that later. It’s time to start
prioritizing for this year. We have a lot of work to do.”
“Speaking of which, when is our next run?” Rich asked.
“Next week. There’s a school board meeting upstate that I have a
special interest in. Hopefully by that time Mr. Knight will have joined,
so we can take him along.”
Rich slyly grinned at the possibility of having Mitchell as early
as next week. “When will he be getting his ’special invitation?’”
“It’s being sent out tomorrow. I plan to see him on Wednesday.”
After this information, their conversation moved on to other
topics including school politics, new building projects, and their
personal lives. Once they finished dinner, they left the dining room to
climb the staircase to Jack’s bedroom.
Jack shut the door behind them and then took Rich into his arms
and kissed him softly on the lips.
“Where shall we go tonight?” Jack asked. “It’s your choice.”
Rich pulled away and paced the room with a pleased little smile.
“How about that little Greek bathhouse?”
“As you wish,” Jack answered.
Rich returned to Jack’s embrace and looked deeply into his eyes.
Out of the corner of his vision, the room began to shift and swirl, forms
distorting and resolving into another place.
The steam and heat from the bathhouse was seeping into the
changing room which was only a few feet away from the main room and barely
separated. Jack began to undress, meticulously taking off his clothes and
folding them as he laid them on the bench. Rich was less careful as he
quickly stripped himself bare.
Rich admired Jack’s trim form. He had thick dark brown hair on
his chest and belly. A bush of hair topped off his short penis and
underneath his balls were covered with a thick coating of brown hair. As
he turned to head towards the bath, Rich watched his buttocks clench and
relax as he walked. A thin trail of hair peeked out between the crack of
his cheeks.
There were only about a dozen men in the large private bathhouse.
All were muscular dark haired Greek men pleased to see one of their
friends come for a visit. They smiled and clapped Jack on the back and
welcomed Rich in a similar fashion.
Jack and Rich entered the water, allowing its soft warmth to
envelop them. A couple of men approached them and started rubbing their
backs in a relaxing massage. Strong wide hands released the tension from
their muscles.
Rich moved towards Jack in the bath. His handsome, nude, personal
masseur followed right behind, not missing a stroke on his expert massage.
Rich put his hands on Jack’s thin hips and pressed his naked, wet body
against Jack’s furry one. He lightly placed a kiss on Jack’s lips and ran
his hands through the thick mat of hair on his chest.
The masseurs began planting light kisses on the backs of their
necks as Jack and Rich began to kiss deeper and with more passion. Then
Rich moved down Jack’s chest and sought out his tiny pink nipples hidden
within the forest of his hair. He lightly nibbled on these before he
continued to kiss his way down to the point where the water met his waist.
Rich reached under the water and grasped Jack’s little penis. He
pulled gently on it and caressed his balls with his other hand. Jack
began to respond to this and his penis soon inflated to its full five
inches. Rich stroked up and down the length of it while Jack’s masseur
began to run his hands into the furrow of Jack’s ass, parting the round
globes and digging at the hole hidden between.
The masseur behind Rich began pouring handfuls of water down
Rich’s back and then rubbed his hands on the slippery surface. He planted
a kiss in the middle of Rich’s back before he too began to run his hands
over the cheeks of Rich’s butt.
Jack reached out and pinched Rich’s hard nipples as he started to
thrust his hips into Rich’s stroking hand. The masseurs fingers were
poking into Jack’s anus now, stretching it wider for deeper penetration by
these long muscular fingers.
Rich’s masseur reached around to the front and ran his hands
slowly over Rich’s red pubic hair and then over his semi erect penis. His
hands began to stroke and pull on this organ, working it into its full
seven inches. It looked huge compared to Jack’s.
He pushed forward now and pressed his body against Jack’s again.
He rubbed his erection across Jack’s belly and felt Jack’s hard little
erection pressing up against him. Then Jack gently turned Jack around and
bent him over. The masseur stood back and got out to sit on the side and
watch with the other men.
Jack parted Rich’s full cheeks and found his hole just waiting to
be plundered. Jack’s masseur continued to rub and massage the flesh of
Jack’s back and buttocks as Jack slowly entered Rich. Once his penis was
buried, he began to slowly thrust his erection in and out. He could just
see it through the steam and water as it disappeared between his pale
buttocks.
The masseur poked his finger into Jack’s ass again, and Jack sped
up. Soon he was sweating from the heat and exertion as he finally came,
spurting his special juice deep into Rich.
They got out then and allowed the olive skinned men to dry them
off. Then they lay on chaise lounge chairs by the side of the bath as
more lazy sex took place under the waters of the bath.
Just as Rich was about to doze off, one of the dark haired
muscular men crept up to him. His hand slid up the length of Rich’s leg
and underneath the towel which covered him. Rich smiled but kept his eyes
closed. The man quietly parted the towel and laid bare Rich’s red pubic
bush with its fine thick white flower.
His tongue lightly lapped at the head and then the hairy ball sac
as Rich’s penis began to swell. The man licked his way up and down the
shaft a few times before he took the head into his mouth. His tongue
swirled around the head and then he slowly lowered his head, taking the
rest of the shaft as he continued to swirl with his tongue.
He then drew back to the tip before plunging all the way back down
to the base. Up and down. Up and down. Faster and faster. Rich
clenched the arms of the chaise and his body tensed slightly as he came,
pouring semen into the man’s mouth.

Janet was just as well build as she was and just as horny. Her
boyfriend had his dick up her ass and she was moaning in pleasure. She
saw us in the doorway and told me to come in. I looked at Barbara and she
nodded “yes”. I walked in and she followed me in. Now my dick was fully
awake and wanted to get in on some action. I got in front of Janet and
started kissing her and massaging the outside her pussy with on hand and
caressing her tits with the other. Meanwhile, Barbara got behind Mark and
stroked his long dick while he was sliding in and out of Janet. She
pressed her body against his back and was starting to fondle the crack of
his ass.

My aching dick was begging for attention. Janet wanted to be
massaged. So I penetrated her insides with my fingers. She moaned more
as I gently stroked inside her. She was dripping wet and wanted more. As
she moaned and got closer to her climax she kissed harder and we sucked on
each others’ tongues harder. She asked for another finger inside her.
Not wanting to disappoint her, I entered another and soon after another.
I didn’t wanted to damage her and her pussy opened up and relaxed just
long enough to let me in. Finally she yell “Yes! Yes!” I had entered my
whole hand inside her up to my wrist. I moved my hand gently at the same
rythm as Mark was sliding his tool in and out of her back side. Janet
started shuddering in the wild ecstasy of orgasm and her juices came
flowing.

At the same time Mark started cumming, Barnara pulled him out and
grabbed his tall cock and sucked on it to get all the cum. At the same
time, I slowly took out my dripping hand in insert my waiting dick to feel
the throb of her pussy. As her sensation subsided, I started feeling the
massive pleasure wave build inside me. She sensed this, pulled me out,
she laid back on the bed, slipped under me while I was on my knees, and
placed my dick between her breasts and pressed them together so I could
tit fuck her. She massaged her tits and nipples and I came and she spread
the cum all over herself.

By then, Mark was done with his load and when Barbara saw me cum all
over her sister’s chest, she let go of Mark’s flacid dick and started
licking the cum off Janet’s chest. The 2 sisters seemed to become
desperately hungry for cum. They started pushing each other for a
position to get the drops of cum. As my orgasm ended, they were both
trying to suck the drops off my dick. I grabbed a tit from each girl to
try keep cumming and have the moment last longer.

As I relaxed, Janet lay quietly, still enjoying the sensations of her
massive orgasm. Barbara was eager to get her turn, so Mark worked with
her tits and started sucking on her pussy vigorously. Although he was
still out of commission for a little while, he was glad to help out a girl
in distress. Barbara arched back and tilted her head back as if the
motion would draw his togue deeper inside her. She wanted more and had a
finger in her mouth as if she wanted to suck on a dick at the same time.
Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for another round yet. Then Janet saw the
desire in Barbara and got up and walked toward the closet and opened it.
On one shelf was a huge rubber cock. It had veins like copper plumbing
and must have been 12″ long and 4″ in diameter. It had the right flesh
color and looked almost real. Janet stuck it inside her once about half
way to get some of her pussy juice on it and went to Barbara. She gave it
to her and Barbara started sucking on the end of it. She looked like she
wanted to get the whole thing in her mouth. That cock seemed to be the
thing she was missing for the moment. She came in a massive orgasm and
shook the whole bed. Mark was still eating her and licked up all the
juices that flowed from her.

Then she started relaxing and absorbing the pleasure of the feeling of
her orgasm. She put the rubber cock next to her and stroked it as she
continued to enjoy the feeling inside her.

We all relaxed quietly next to one another. I was thinking about the
experience we had just had. I glanced at the clock and finally noticed it
was 10:30 in the morning. The day was still young. As it turned out, we
stayed with each other the rest of the day to try out some more new
experiences.

some. Dr. Maxwell Jones, otherwise known as Mac to his friends and colleagues,

sat enjoying his coffee in relative silence. It was his first day as a Professor

at the Institute for Science and Technology and already he was bored to tears. He

stared idly into the newspaper, propping his feet on the coffee table, while

lounging his tall frame on the hard couch. As the lounge area started to get more

and more crowded, he decided to head down to his office before his first lecture.

After a moment’s hesitation, he dismissed the thought of introducing himself to

the newcomers, instead he left with a casual, “Good Day” and a wink at the

ladies.

Peering over her mug Dianne asked, “You know him, Janine. What’s the scoop?”

“Who? Dr. Jones? Yes, we’ve met before,” answered Janine. In fact, they had more

than just met. The two of them had quickly become very intimate at Berkeley

several years ago. It took her a couple of months to recover from their caustic

break up, but she still had the urge to kiss him whenever she saw his ruggedly

handsome features. He was the essence of danger, the definition of male

chauvinism personified; yet, she had never stopped loving him.

“He does not look like a scientist, much less the most highly qualified member of

the scientific community,” blurted out Dr. Ronald Peterson. Of course, anyone who

didn’t wear tweed, a pocket protector, and spend enormous amounts of time

bragging about their success meant they probably were not, in Ron’s book at

least, a “Scientific Mind.” It especially meant they didn’t deserve the praise of

all academia like Dr. Jones had won the year before with his brilliantly

conceived breakthrough thesis on the relatively new frontier of Nanotechnology.

“Actually, his work has brought new light to the field of Science,” said Janine.

“From what I hear, he is arrogant, self assured, acts like a teenager, and has no

respect for authority,” spat Ron in disgust. Tiny droplets of spittle flew from

Ron’s mouth as he lectured on about the necessity for authority and correct

behavior being the most important characteristics >>for any Instructor to have

because without them chaos would ensue. “You see, we are considered role models!”

he said, as his hands flew up in agitation.

“I like this Dr. Jones already,” whispered Dianne, diverting her thoughts back

and forth from Dr. Jones to her coffee mug. “I am certain he was watching me

before he left,” she thought as she started to fidget with the top button of her

blouse. She had felt that particular “something” emanating from his open-eyed

stare. Perhaps, it was her imagination, but she still felt his animal magnetism

drawing her attention away from the group discussion.

“Further more, if it were not for his supposed high intelligence and his somewhat

ground breaking work, he would only be an associate professor at a small college

in the middle of nowhere,” droned Ron, as he finally sputtered out of steam.

“Tell us more about him, Janine. This is getting interesting.”

“Well, he is a womanizer. He drinks too much…and, all in all, he is a bad

influence.”

“Didn’t he win that triathlon last year?” asked Lydia, whom up to this moment sat

idly by listening to the gossip as if it was the latest rerun of “Seinfeld.”

“He is a hard drinker, yet he is a health nut! Make up your minds,” demanded

Dianne in mock anger.

“Well, he is a hypocrite in a certain sense. He has been married four times. Each

wife was high spirited, intelligent, and unforgiving. His first wife was a

lawyer. She wanted to change him. His second wife was a doctor. She wanted to

settle down and have a family. His third wife caught him cheating on her with her

own sister.”

“His wife’s sister? How tacky,” blurted Ron

“And his fourth wife?” asked Dianne.

“Back on the prowl again, Di? Thought you were going with that beefcake soldier

boy? What’s his name, Biff?” stabbed Ron, with his searing, highbrow sarcasm.

“No, his name was Bill,” she replied, licking her lips suggestively, thus causing

Ronald to head off to his office, after he announced: “Well, I must go prepare

for my 10:00.” She was sure old Ronny had a severe crush on her and she did

everything she possibly could to frustrate the poor bugger.

Once, out of sheer boredom she let the old man watch her through the partially

open door to her office from the hallway as she changed into her jogging outfit.

She found that changing in her office saved her some extra time before doing her

daily exercise routine. Moreover, it drove Ronald mad with desire every time he

watched her from his window as she bounced her way down the front steps. She

still smirked every time she thought about how he reacted as she once burst

through the door and bumped into him, making sure her hand clumsily boinked him

in the groin. She had often wondered just how exactly well built he was in the

sex department. However, she never planned on finding out by sleeping with him

because she couldn’t even stand being next to him, let alone stand the thought of

being under him.

“Is he still married?” Dianne asked, trying a different approach.

“His fourth wife died of natural causes. I think it was Cancer.”

“Oh. That’s sad. Do you know if he has a girlfriend yet?”

“For crying out loud, Dianne. You haven’t even met him yet.”

“What?” she asked indignantly. “What’s wrong with wanting to get to know your

colleagues?”

Lydia rolled her eyes as she chuckled at her colleague’s behavior. With her

innocent coy eyes and lack of makeup, she portrayed a natural beauty. Her deep

brown orbs reflected sympathy with their warm, enticing stare. She was an

optimist and felt everybody needed a fair chance to prove themselves. She hadn’t

officially met Dr. Jones, but she followed his work very closely. In her heart

and mind, she knew that Dr. Jones was probably more human and more real than the

participants in this current childlike discussion. She sat listening to them like

it was just another form of entertainment without any merit whatsoever,

entertaining none the less. She, herself, had received her job because of her

father, General Frank Trent. The government-funded research, that the University

relied on, created a need to keep the relationship congenial between the two

institutions. Her parents had planned her whole life. Her only time of freedom

was in college, where she found her sexuality. Yet, due to her strict upbringing,

she denied herself happiness with her only true love, Kate McCormick. They were

buddies, who had met one fateful Saturday night in the TV lounge at their

dormitory keeping each other company while the rest of the campus partied until

dawn.

“And why are you laughing, Lydia? You should know as well as I do that good men

are hard to find,” stated Dianne, who had always thought of Lydia as an old maid

type. By the time she would get around to try to get a man, her quaint good looks

would be gone and she would be left high and dry. “Or low and wet,” Dianne

thought to herself as she noticed her own growing discomfort between her legs.

She was horny as always.

“Well, as much as I would love to sit around and talk about my sex life, I must

go to my class,” Lydia remarked absconding from the troubling chatter, which by

some strange twist of fate she had been forced into.

“She really should get out more often,” said Dianne nonchalantly, not noticing

the look of distaste on Janine’s face at the uncalled for jibing of her best

friend and colleague.

Janine quickly excused herself from any further conversation and walked back to

her office. Once inside, she sat down heavily in her chair. She couldn’t keep her

mind off Mac because her mind kept recalling the long sexy nights she had shared

with him. It was the little things, which she thought she had always abhorred,

that enticed her and drove her to love him further. The gentle way he would kid

about her sexual appetite, the crude and often abusive language he used while

making love and the overall sexy way he looked at her with his large inquisitive

eyes, all made her melt like butter in her seat.

Soon the unbearable heat between her thighs became a raging fire and she began to

thirst for something to quench her uncontrollable lust. “A finger or two would

do,” she thought as she closed her eyes. She had plenty of time, until her first

lecture. Slowly, as if it moved on its own, her right hand crept down to pull up

her dress. One hand found a breast, while the other dug its way into her soaking

wet panties. A jolt of pure pleasure shot through her as her hand came in contact

with her slick, feminine perfumed sex. Through her lust filled daze, she heard a

knock at the door.

Straightening herself up and rushing to the door with a professional face, she

opened the door after unlocking it nervously. There stood the object of her

fancies grinning like a Cheshire cat in heat.

“Good morning, Doctor,” he said stepping into the small tasteful office of Dr.

Janine Sloane.

Not sure of what to say, feel or do, Janine extended her hand out to greet him.

In a pseudo-like gesture of sincerity, actually more of a mock romanticism, Mac

took her hand and kissed it like he would the delicate hand of a princess. She

noticed his eyes widen slightly with erotic intent. She thought at first he had

caught her in the act of solitary pleasure, and a second later it was obvious he

had, his sparkling eyes projecting that knowledge. She flushed as she realized

the evidence was right there under his nose, he could feel the slight dampness

and taste the remnants of her womanly secretions on her hand.

“Did I come at a bad time?”

“No, I was just getting some work done,” she replied, taking her hand away.

“I bet.”

“What do you want Mac?” she asked.

“I just wanted to say hello, that’s all,” he said stepping closer. She could feel

his magnetic personality pulling her towards him. Even the deep character lines

around his sinister smile were making her feel woozy.

“Well, hello. I am really sorry, but I must be going,” she said, picking up her

books to leave and to get as far away from him as possible.

“We will catch up later, perhaps?”

“Maybe.”

She walked briskly to her classroom, thinking about his stare of sexual innuendo.

He had degraded her again with just the look in his eyes. The knowledge that he

knew she had been touching herself made her want to go and hide forever, but it

also made her feel extremely randy. Mac always made her randy; in fact, it was

his specialty. He could make any situation erotic no matter what they were doing.

Once in the early days of their courtship, they had been sitting at a play. He

started letting his hands wander, holding her close, whispering tantalizing

thoughts in her ear – thoroughly letting his magnetic charm make her weak at the

knees. He exuded sex from every pore in his body like it was a hormonal

pheromone. They could have been at a funeral and she would have gotten excited.

Dragging herself back from the faculty meeting for the Science department, Janine

couldn’t believe her newfound situation. Part of her hated Mac for everything he

stood for and another part of her yearned for his touch. “I guess opposites do

attract,” she thought. There were no two other people who were SO as different

from one another as she and Mac. His idea of a romantic evening usually was a

brutal verbal battle of wits, followed by a passionate make up session. She never

had to beg anything from anyone before she met him, especially for sex. Never had

she been so willing to be subjugated by a male through her own desire – like she

allowed herself to be with Mac. She wasn’t into BDSM or anything, but he knew all

the right buttons to push to bring her down to a totally submissive level. For

awhile, she had thought it was just a phase she was going through, but it wasn’t.

He overwhelmed her. He personified the arrogant, self-confident bad boy while she

played the “goody two shoes” role as if they were cast in a cheesy romance novel.

She often pictured herself as the rich catholic schoolgirl, with Mac as the boy

from the other side of the tracks.

A strange sound interrupted her brooding as she rounded the corner to her office.

For a second she thought she heard sobbing coming from Lydia’s office next to

hers. Apprehensively, she started to knock on the door, but before her knuckles

could rap on the big heavy door, she heard a conversation between Lydia and

presumably one of her students. It seemed a bit too early in the semester for

such a sobbing appeal to a professor.

“I just can’t do it,” sobbed the faceless girl.

“Listen,” said Lydia’s voice. “Sometimes, you just have to find your priorities.

It will all work out.”

“How do you do it? I mean live with the knowledge you’re not like other girls?”

“Well, I usually try to think of myself as normal because there is nothing

abnormal about me. It’s the people who would put me down for being different that

are abnormal. They have the problem and I don’t,” said Lydia, as she thought of

how much a hypocrite she was being. The poor girl needed advice though and damned

if she was going to allow the girl to make the same mistakes she had made at that

age. “Once you find happiness you should hold onto it,” she thought, as Kate’s

last words echoed in her mind. Their last goodbye kiss had lasted for hours as

they lounged in bed memorizing each other’s body with their lips, tongue and

hands. She couldn’t forget the beautiful image of Kate’s long, raven hair

whipping side to side with each spasm of pleasure that she had given her. There

had been nothing like it in the world for her before and there probably never

would be again.

“You’re right, you know,” the girl said, as she blotted the tears from her face

with a soiled tissue.

The girl noticed the caring in the soft eyes looking at her. It was that

tenderness that led her back to reality. She felt a warmth as she gradually

calmed down to her normal happy self. It was so kind of the doctor to talk to her

and to let her in on her secret. They both shared something very special.

“Someday, you will find happiness, Charlotte. And when you do, don’t let it slip

away.”

“Dr. Trent?” She asked. Her eyes pleaded for some sign of what to do next and she

knew this woman had the answers she sought.

“Yes?”

“I was just wondering, I mean, I know you told me that you were…like me, but I

was wondering if you have ever?” she asked hoping the attractive older woman

would divulge the secret knowledge she yearned for, since she had first found

herself attracted to a woman. She ached to know what it would be like to kiss a

woman, let alone make love to one. If she was ever going to find out, then she

hoped it would be from a generous and sweet person like Dr. Trent.

“Dated another woman? Yes, a long time ago, when I was in college,” Lydia stated

apprehensively, wondering if she should have mentioned her own sexual preferences

to the girl after she had found her crying after class.

“What was it like?”

“Well,” she paused, not sure of how to explain what it was like or even if she

could. Then, she wondered if it was her place as Charlotte’s professor even to

have this conversation with her and admitted: “It’s very special.”

Charlotte brushed her hair from out of her eyes and just stared at Lydia with a

new look in her eyes. Lydia knew that look well. It was the same look she saw on

Kate’s the first night they professed their love for each other. It was a look

with a combination of love, respect, and lust. Whether or not Charlotte was in

love, or even somewhat attracted to Lydia, was hard to tell, but the chemistry

between Instructor and Student had changed.

“If you would like, you can call me anytime, if you like to talk about things,”

said Dianne, regretting it as soon as she spoke the words. She didn’t know what

she was doing. Something like this could cause her to lose her job. “What if the

rest of the University finds out?” she thought.

“May I? Thank you! You are the only person I have to talk to about this.”

“Of course, you can, Charlotte. Nevertheless, let’s keep this conversation to

ourselves. I am not out. Out of the closet, that is. It could cause problems for

me.”

“No, don’t worry! I know what that is like.”

Janine trembled with surprise as she listened to the startling conversation. She

knew Lydia was not interested in finding a man or a husband, but had thought it

was just because she had been hurt in past relationships.

“And what are we up to Doctor?” asked an all too familiar voice.

“Oh, I was just going to ask Lydia a question, but she is busy with a student.

What are you up to Mac?”

“I was just going to drop by to see if you had changed your mind yet? How about

dinner?”

“All right. But, only dinner.”

“No dessert?”

“Perhaps, but I am watching my weight,” she said, licking her lips unconsciously.

“How about around six?” he offered.

“Sounds good.”

She knew she was setting herself up for another fall, but she had always had

trouble saying no to Mac. “I can handle having dinner with him,” she thought,

reassuring herself.

Sitting at her desk, she noticed a small petite black girl leaving Lydia’s

office. The girl was definitely a beauty and probably had all the boys falling at

her feet. It seemed ironic to Janine as she thought about Lydia and all the

signs, which she had missed, that now so clearly suggested she was bisexual if

not lesbian. It was hard thinking of Lydia in that way. She had always seemed so

calm, reserved, and rather asexual. Evidently, there was a lot more to her than

appearances suggested.

***

By the end of the day, Dianne found herself alone in her office with damp panties

and a caffeine rush. Too much caffeine gave her way too much energy, making her

bounce off the walls. She looked forward to meeting Mac privately to get to know

him better, so taking matters into her own hands she had put a note on his desk

asking him to drop by for a chat. Life had become boring in the past month or so.

Her summer had been filled with hot sex and companionship, but then Bill had

shipped off to southeast Asia somewhere. Of course, she polished his pistol for

him before he departed, but that had been over four weeks ago. While she did

indulge in a casual one nighter here and there, she had not been thoroughly

fucked in over a week.

Dianne once had thought of going to a sex addicts meeting, but she figured she

would probably screw all the members. She started to fantasize about all the

different kind of “members” that would be at a sex addicts meeting. “It would be

like a candy shop,” she thought. She shook her head, trying to clear her mind of

such tantalizing thoughts, as she started to go through her lecture notes for the

next day.

“Come on in,” she announced, after hearing the knock at the office door. She

licked her lips and casually ran her hand down to smooth out her dress.

“Well, hello there, Doctor. How are the classes going?”

Mac just walked in and perched on the desk inside of Dianne’s office as they

exchanged pleasantries and informal hellos. He knew she was the complete opposite

of the women he usually went for, but she seemed all right. Her personality

needed some fine-tuning, yet she still had an excellent body. “Perhaps,” he

thought, “taking this job wasn’t that bad of an idea.” It had been getting a bit

uncomfortable at Berkeley after his countless rendezvous’ with half the female

student population. Sometimes, it was just easier to screw a student, rather than

be slapped with a sexual harassment suit from a fellow employee. The students

were much more liberal.

“So, I hope you don’t find this too bold, but would you like to have dinner

tonight? You know, a get to know the new guy dinner,” Dianne asked, hoping he

would answer in the affirmative, although she didn’t have a serious doubt that he

would.

“Dinner? I have…plans. How about a raincheck?”

“Oh, ok…sure…no problem,” she said smiling, but visibly taken aback.

“Well, I must get going. Lovely talking to you,” he winked.

Dianne sat down with a loud thump. If there was ever a time she needed to be

fucked, this had been it. “Damn,” she thought. “He’s probably gay.” At this

point, she would have screwed anything that moved. It had been a long day and she

decided to head home for the day. Perhaps, she would go down to Bill’s Bar. She

could make it that far. The gentlemen there usually liked seeing her and right

now, she wasn’t in a mood to be very discriminating.

***

Over dinner at a fancy restaurant, Mac brought the conversation back around to

sex. It was his favorite subject. Janine didn’t seem to mind though. She couldn’t

keep her mind off of it either; in fact, his familiar sensuality was starting to

get to her. He smelled wonderful. She started to become lost in his eyes like a

little girl watching her teenage idol.

“So, do you still scream out my name when you make love?” he asked.

“I never screamed out your name.”

“No? I remember, and I am sure all of Palo Alto remembers, that you did.

Actually, I bet I could make you scream my name right now,” he said, goading her

on.

“Hmm, I don’t think so. What are you going to do hit me?” she asked, remembering

the game. Perhaps it’s the wine, she thought, as she made a mental note not to

accept another glass of it. Then, all mental processes ceased to work when she

felt his stockinged foot creep up her pantyhose clad legs. He didn’t say a word

as he sipped his wine and let his probing foot climb higher up under her dress.

She gasped out, while looking around to see if anybody noticed his foot resting

on her upper thigh. The tablecloth was long enough to hide the game.

“No, I don’t have to hit you,” he said, as his foot found her the apex at the top

of her thighs. He noticed her spreading her legs further and knew he had her.

“So,” she gasped, “what do you think of your new job?” His toes had found her

special spot and were rubbing her persistently.

“Oh, I like this job, much better.”

Dianne couldn’t stand the torture any longer. She felt her frustrations leaving

her body in an excruciatingly pleasurable orgasm. She bit into a dinner roll as

the first wave of pleasure coursed through her body. She barely had time to fake

a cough as the second spasm caused her to clasp her legs together pinning his

foot tightly against her covered sex. When she was through, she heard him talking

softly to the waiter asking for more water.

“Are you alright, darling?”

“Must have gone down the wrong pipe. I am fine now,” she said, waving off the

waiter, with the start of a schoolgirl giggle.

“Would you like dessert now?” he asked, staring into her eyes with a look of

lust.

“Yes.”

***

Dianne lay in her tub with bubbles up to her neck. Her wet fleshy breasts poked

out from out under the frothy water. Her hands splashed around in the water

looking for her sponge. Teasing herself, she brushed her hand between her legs

and fought off the urge to submerge her fingers into herself. She was an expert

at auto arousal and could have written her thesis on it. Her thumb found her

clitoris and she thrummed it slowly, while rubbing the soapy flesh around her

slit under the water. Her middle finger slowly trailed her open lips. The labia

parted and a finger slipped into her.

The door opened and a burly looking man entered. He was a nightly patron to

Bill’s Bar. She liked the muscled hunk without a brain, which enjoyed being a

monthly patron to her open bed.

“Where would you like these glasses, Dianne?” he asked, holding two champagne

glasses in one hand, a bottle of wine in the other.

“Oh, forget the wine for now. Would you hand me that towel?” she asked, slowly

rising from the liquid depths of the tub. The water fell like sheets of rain down

her body and soapy bubbles clung to her body, lightly covering her furry sex and

firm breasts.

“Of course,” he answered. He was never one to talk too much. It was never

expected anyhow.

“Oh, I seem to have gotten you a bit wet. Let’s get those clothes off you before

you catch a cold,” she said playfully.

“Oh, yeah…right!” he said, disrobing as if he was the next contestant competing

for a prize for the fastest undresser in the west.

He picked her up easily as if one would pick up a doll. He carefully carried her

lithe form into the bedroom, over to the bed, then set her down, as if she were a

precious object. Unwrapping her towel, she swung her legs wide and teasingly

splayed her labia with her fingers, while saying, “You know what to do.”

He didn’t say a word as he knelt between her legs. The dim light of the bathroom

shadowed his hard rugged features. She looked down at his red fur covered head

while he slurped at her dark depths of pink. He swirled his tongue around her

womanhood like she had taught him. Her hips lurched forward against his face and

her body trembled with each thrust of his talented tongue. She groped at her own

breasts twisting the nipples slightly between her fingers. The tingles spread

through her body starting at her loins up to her stomach. It was time.

She yanked his hair, which prodded him to cease licking her; instead he got up on

his haunches and pressed his mammoth penis at her entrance. He thrust into her

letting her have the full length of his shaft quickly. Her groan of pleasure/pain

drove him to start moving quicker. He knew from past experience that she liked it

hard and fast. Her breathing matched his timed strokes and her breasts jiggled in

his hands as his mouth sought her rosy nipples. Simultaneously sucking and

humping her gyrating body, he felt the desire to spill his seed within her, but

he knew that would be a mistake because she was not done yet. Trying his best to

keep her climbing the staircase of her desire, he bucked his hips in a frenzy of

lust.

She was close and could feel his tension as he got closer to orgasm, too. She

moaned out that she was there. The orgasm made her body tense and her inner

muscles squeezed, churning the orgasm throughout her body. Her release made her

weak and she felt his oozing within her.

***

Mac opened the door to his apartment and ushered Janine into his humble abode.

The lights were flicked on and as soon as the door was closed, she threw her arms

around him. The kiss was urgent and full of passion. The two of them buckled to

their knees onto the shag carpet. Neither of them were worried about rug burn, as

they tore off their clothes in abandon.

He withdrew his mouth from hers and backed away. Mac looked at her with a knowing

grin and waited for her to ask. She had to ask because it was part of the game.

It was their game.

“Please…” she whispered.

“What?” he asked, “Would you like some wine?”

“No! Pleeaase,” she said reaching for him. She knew what she had to ask, but

tried to seduce him out of the game.

“Oh, would you like water instead?” he asked grinning wider.

“I want you.”

“Want me to do what?” he pressed further, stroking his penis.

“I want you to make love to me, NOW!” she gave in and begged.

“Ok.” He slid to the floor and started kissing her with lust. This was his

favorite part. Watching her beg was just the beginning. It was the way she

screamed his name in passion that he loved to hear her pant, moan and scream

because of what he did to her. Enveloping her body, mind and soul with desire got

him off. It was like no other thrill. She was like no other woman and he had had

many women. He had had all kinds of women. Some had large breasts he could play

with for hours, some had an ass he could look at forever, some had such a

beautiful face he could kiss for an eternity, but Janine was a woman whom he

could make love to forever because she loved every moment of his passionate

torture. She begged for his desire and she took him to another place. All it took

was for him to touch her with his naked hand on her thigh and she would open up

her soul to him. She would let him rape her mind for a moment of bliss. It was

something he felt guilty about, but he loved playing with emotions. He actually

went to other women in order to come back to her and make her love him more. It

was perverse and he knew it, but he couldn’t help himself or his own desire.

The sex was wonderful. Their bodies bounced and heaved in a writhing bundle on

the carpeted floor and their moans pierced the night. The sound of the sweaty

bodies bucking and slapping into each other made them both quiver with passion.

The release was only the beginning. The game wasn’t over, yet.

***

Lydia lay on her couch watching “Seinfeld” again. Kramer had just entered the

room in a whirlwind of comedy as the phone rang. For a brief second she got

frightened that it might be Charlotte, but she figured it was probably her mother

again.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Dr. Trent?” asked a quiet feminine voice.

“Yes?” she asked. Her heart beat a mile a minute. Thoughts of how to get out of

her new found friendship with the girl passed through her head, each one seeming

like a lame excuse to ditch the poor girl in her need.

“I just wanted to thank you again. Am I bothering you?” Charlotte asked.

“No, no you’re not bothering me. Are you all right? You sound scared.”

“Well, I just don’t have anybody to talk to about my feelings and stuff.”

“Is there a girl involved? Perhaps, someone you know?” asked Lydia, assuming the

poor girl had a crush on someone.

“Yes, but I don’t think she is interested in me. I can’t really talk about this

on the phone. My roommate is coming back soon. It’s not too late at night for me

to come…I mean, oh nevermind. I am sure you have a lot more important things to

do.”

“Oh, I see. Well, you could come over here and talk about it. That would be

fine,” proclaimed Dianne.

“Great! You don’t really mind?” Charlotte asked in a girlish voice.

Dianne gave the poor girl her address and hoped she wouldn’t have any trouble

finding the house. It was starting to get late and she didn’t want Charlotte

wandering the streets this late at night just to talk to her. Against her will,

she started to become anxious like a schoolgirl waiting for a date. She checked

her hair in the mirror and became even more nervous because of the effect

Charlotte was having on her.

It didn’t take long for her to arrive and Lydia let the desperate looking girl

into her home. Charlotte’s long dark hair hung down over her shoulder and rested

on her petite breasts framing her delicate olive face. She looked young, innocent

and beautiful, yet her eyes told a different story, as they shone brightly with

sexual intent.

Lydia had the girl come in and sit down, then relaxed as they talked about all

the obstacles in the path of lesbians in modern society. The discussion slowly

turned into laughter as they each relayed their horror stories. They both had

been caught glancing at other girls in a shower room and they both had crushes on

a roommate or two.

“Tell me about your roommate? What is she like?” asked Lydia.

“She is this cute little redhead. I just loved redheads!” Charlotte exclaimed and

Lydia blushed as she played with a red curly lock of hair.

“Redheads, eh?” Lydia laughed.

“You have beautiful red hair,” Charlotte said getting bolder.

“Thank you. I often think of coloring it though. It gets a lot of attention.”

“NO! Don’t ever do that.”

“I won’t…it’s just a thought I have every once in awhile.”

“Do you brush it often? Your hair is so shiny and perfect!” exclaimed Charlotte.

“You sound like a shampoo commercial!” laughed Lydia.

“Haha, I am sorry. Would you let me comb it for you?” asked Charlotte, as her

eyes gleamed with sexual desire.

“Sure. There is a comb in my bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you.”

“You’re apartment is so gorgeous. Here sit on the bed and I’ll comb your hair. I

was going to be a hairdresser you know, but I decided on getting a degree here. I

had a scholarship, so its not like I could turn it down,” blurted Charlotte, as

she gently brushed Lydia’s hair.

Lydia felt a hand massaging her back as Charlotte ceased brushing her hair. Lydia

didn’t resist because it felt good to be touched. Charlotte’s hands kneaded her

neck in tiny circles and she said, “Boy, you’re really tense!”

“That feels really good. Don’t stop,” said Lydia, knowing full well it wouldn’t

end with just a massage. She didn’t really care. The girl’s hands were like heat

seeking missiles, finding the tense spots immediately.

“Lie on your stomach,” breathed Charlotte.

Lydia lay on her stomach as Charlotte unzipped Lydia’s dress releasing the

tension of the tight dress and also allowing herself to explore more of Lydia’s

soft flesh.

“There that’s better isn’t it?” asked Charlotte.

“Mmm, yes.”

“Let me undo this terrible contraption here. It’s really not good to be wearing a

bra during a massage.”

Lydia didn’t say a word, as the brassiere was unclasped, feeling Charlotte’s warm

hands caress her bare back. She let go of all pretenses as she turned over

letting the bra fall from her ample breasts. The dress slinked off her shoulders

and she threw the bra onto the floor.

“I know this is not appropriate, but dammit I want you,” whispered Lydia into

Charlotte’s ear, as they hugged.

Their breasts pressed together for the first time, Lydia’s naked mounds pressing

against the soft cloth of Charlotte’s sweater. Lydia pressed her lips to the

passionate girl’s mouth. Their two tongues touched for the first time in an

intimate kiss. Slipping out of her dress, Lydia motioned for Charlotte to do the

same. As more of the innocent girl’s olive skin began to show, the more Lydia

desired to touch her.

Lydia lay back as Charlotte explored her first woman sexually, soft tender

explorations meandering over Lydia’s body. Her breasts were cradled in loving

hands as a soft mouth suckled her hardened nipples. A thigh wedged itself between

her legs when Charlotte pressed the moist lips of her womanhood against Lydia’s

thigh after sitting astride her leg. Lydia let her rub herself on her as they

kissed. Then, with a sudden jerk like magic Charlotte’s eyes fluttered with her

first orgasm.

Lydia held her in her arms softly, stroking her sweaty brow. Slinking down her

body kissing olive colored flesh, Lydia found two treasures begging to be

touched. The tiny nipples sprouted from the firm, spongy flesh. Her lips traveled

down to a pierced navel and sucked the metal hoop into her mouth. A trail of

kisses followed her hands to the soft curly fur of the girl’s vagina. Lydia

feasted, teaching the young woman the art of love.

***

The next morning early in the Faculty lounge. Dr. Maxwell Jones and Dr. Janine

Sloane stood by the Mr. Coffee laughing over the latest Dilbert comic strip and

Dianne peered over her mug in jealousy as they left almost holding hands.

“Good Morning,” chirped Ron in his usual snobbish way.

“Hello, Ron.”

“It looks like our new recruit and Dr. Sloane are getting quite comfortable

together?” he mentioned rather glibly.

“I don’t know. I think they have some things in the past in common. Probably a

bed or two,” said Dianne coarsely.

“Jealous? I thought you of all people wouldn’t let that stand in your way. From

what I heard not many have turned you down,” chuckled Ron.

“Oh shut up, Ron! You’re such a gossip.”

Lydia strode into the lounge gracefully and was greeted by a bitchy Dianne and a

nosy Ron. If they couldn’t tell she was glowing, then nobody could.

***

“Here?” she asked.

“Why not? It’s a good a place as any. Don’t you think?” he said.

He slid down her body and pushed her onto the desk. Her dress allowed his hands

to rip off her panties savagely.

“Oh, God.”

“Mmm, nope, I am not a god. Have you become religious lately?” He slipped a

finger inside of her.

“Don’t be such a wise ass,” she said. “Yes, that’s it right there. Shit, that

feels so good.”

“You mean here?” he chuckled sucking her lips into his mouth. Her coral sex was

wet with arousal and his saliva gleamed on the pouting lips. She could feel the

intricate pattern of his oral ministrations effect her. She was so close.

“Yes! Don’t ever stop,” she moaned. Janine was almost there. Her whole body was

tense. Her breast’s heaved with passion causing them to jiggle in each response

to his lovemaking. With each swipe of his tongue on her clitoris her whole body

jerked in a spasm of pleasure.

“Hmm? I have to get going, love,” he said leaving her at the edge of release.

“What? NOW?”

“Yes, I do have to teach classes every once and awhile.” He grinned.

“YOU bastard!”

“Later, perhaps?” he smiled.

“Yes,” she admitted.

“Later, love.” He kissed her softly as he broke away from her clutching embrace.

–

Archive-name: 3plus/1stparty.txt
Archive-author:
Archive-title: First Party

doing; if she was having sex with the group captain again. If Darlene had been in

their room as she was supposed to be, the attack she had just been subjected to

probably would never have happened. Her thoughts were bitter, as she rocked back

and forth still sobbing, unable to control the feelings of lone- liness that

washed over her. She could still feel the pain and humiliation so recently caused

by the hands that had invaded her body.

Slowly her sobs quieted, and a determined look trans- formed her pretty face. Her

thoughts turned to home, to friends at school, a longing for friends and family

swept through her. She looked over at her roommates empty bed again and thought,

‘no I’d rather die than take the easy way out like Darleen has, I just have to

take it.’

She understood why her roommate had taken the captain as a lover. It had stopped

the other men on base from hitting on her, like the continued advances that she

still had to thwart. She thought bitterly, ‘all I want is to become a combat

pilot, not to date the whole damn squadron! Why couldn’t they give me a little

respect? What’s wrong with me, why don’t they like me?’

What had occurred only moments ago, was retaliation for her continual rejection

of her male classmates advances toward her. At first she had tried to explain why

she thought it wasn’t a good idea to become romantically involved with anyone.

Then when that didn’t seem to work, she became more abrupt any of the medical

services for her entire term. She wasn’t all that happy about doing so now, but

she had to talk to someone other than Darleen about her fears and anxieties.

Lt. Beal turned to be an old war horse with over 25 years in the Air Force.

Kriste was disappointed to find that she would get no sympathy there. Lt. Beal’s

solution was simple; “Girl, you sound to me like you’re just a little up tight.

When I was you’re age, I’d have paid to get a bunch of handsome cadets to feel me

up. I suggest that you consider giving some lucky young man a little gift of that

up tight virginity of yours. You just need a some good sex, and you’ll be right

as rain.”

As Kriste walked to Logistics class, the phrase “give some man a gift of that up

tight virginity of yours,” kept running through her head. At nineteen Kriste,

hadn’t had any kind of sex with another person. Could ’she’ be the problem. Was

’she’ the one who was strange, could she have brought on the events of the other

night because she was so up tight about sex? The problem prayed on Kriste’s mind

all day. She had re- mained a virgin because she didn’t want anything to get in

her way, she knew what she’d wanted, and boys just weren’t important enough to

jeopardize her dream.

She couldn’t believe it, here she was at the threshold of realizing everything

she had worked for, and it was turning out to be a disappointment. None of her

class- mates liked her, she was unable to make friends, maybe she had her

priorities wrong after all. . . .

At dinner that evening as Kriste sat alone eating, still with an distracted look

on her pretty face, a young cadet sat down beside her. “Mind if I sit here

sweety?”

Normally Kriste would have said something like, “Hey, don’t call me sweety, I

have a name!” But that evening she just looked at him and gave him a wan smile.

She noted that the man was John Davenport, the guy with the rich family from

Boston. Kriste had never really liked him, he was a loud-mouth as far as she was

con- cerned. And ever since they’d started actual flight training, she had done

much better than him, and he’d been less than gracious about it.

On an impulse, Kriste said, “Would you like to go out with me tonight?”

Johnny for once, didn’t have a smart comeback. He sat there with his mouth open

and stared at her for an awkward moment, then smiled and said, “Sure honey I’d

like that just fine. What made you change your mind about dates?”

Kriste took a deep breath, leveled a stare at the young man and said in a

determined voice, “I’ve decided to have sex with a man, and I’ve pick you; so how

about it?” She almost fainted she was so nervous. Making the decision to have sex

with one of her classmates had taken all her courage. She had ignored sex all her

life, now here she was trying to get a man to make love to her. She could almost

hear her heart pounding in her chest as she waited for him to answer her.

For the second time in rich Johnny Davenport’s life he was left speechless. All

he could do for a moment was stutter, “. . .s. . .se. . .sex. . . with me? I

don’t get it?”

Kriste stood up with dinner tray in hand, and said in a voice that she hoped

sounded sexy, “You’ll ‘get it’ tonight, I promise you. But do me a favor and keep

this a secret will you?”

She stood staring at the young man until as if breaking a trance, he jumped to

life and said, “Ah. . . sure sweety, I promise. . . our little secret. . .”

Kriste stood a moment longer then turned to go, saying over her shoulder, “I’ll

meet you in town at the Blue Bird, why don’t you get a room for us.”

-=*=-

Kriste hurried back to her dorm room with a vicious case of butterflies beating

around in her stomach. As she entered their room she saw Darleen dressing for her

date that night. “So, Darleen, you gonna meet Ronald in town tonight?” Her

roommate was pulling on one of her short skirts that barely covered her bottom.

Kriste wondered how she could sit without showing everything, but then thought to

herself, ‘well that’s probably the idea.’ Bringing her mind back to the question

she needed to ask, Kriste said, “Could you drop me off in town on your way?”

Darleen shot her one of her ‘Darleen’ looks and said, “What, at the library?” She

was being sarcastic again, but Kriste didn’t mind, she was so nervous and

confused, that she actually said, “No I’m meeting Johnny at the Blue Bird, and I

just need a ride is all.”

Darleen stopped what she was doing and turned to look at her roommate. “You’re

what? You and Johnny? Oh man, now I’ve heard everything. Why’d you pick a jerk

like that?”

Kriste looked hurt for a moment, then trying to sound confident she said, “I just

need to lose my cherry, I don’t intend to marry the man. I think he’ll do.”

Her roommate must have found something funny about that because she just laughed

and said she’d be happy to drop her off at the motel.

-=*=-

It was after 8 by the time Darleen dropped Kriste off in the motel parking lot.

At the last moment, Darleen felt concern for her, and asked, “Do you want to ask

me anything? You want me to come back in an hour to see if you need a ride back

to base?”

Kriste had already steeled herself for the coming event. She just wanted to get

it over with, and her friends questions were distracting, the words demanded that

she think, and she didn’t want to think right then, so she just said, “No thanks

Dar, I’m OK, but thanks.” She squeezed her roommate’s hand as she exited the car.

Darleen watched the Levi clad woman walk toward the motel office. She thought to

herself, that ‘that bastard Johnny better appreciate what he’s getting to-

night.’ But then she knew that he probably wouldn’t.

-=*=-

After inquiring at the front desk, and getting a leer- ing once-over by the

clerk, Kriste headed for Johnny’s room. She was determined to go through with it.

Just like everything in her young life, once she had made up her mind, she went

through with her plans. . .to the end.

As Kriste knocked on the door she felt her heart pound- ing in her chest, and

could feel her pulse thumping in her throat. As the door opened, she looked into

the room and saw a messy bed with the covers thrown on the floor, and the TV

blaring. Johnny was standing in front of her in his underwear and nothing else.

Kriste knew that he was trying to shock her, to make her nervous, so as

nonchalantly as possible she said, “Embarrassed about size, is that why you’re

keeping your undies on?” She smiled at his blank look, then shoved past him to

the bathroom. Hearing the door close in the other room, Kriste leaned with both

hands on the small bathroom sink, looked at her reflection in the mirror, and for

a brief moment wondered what she was doing. Then out of the corner of her eye she

saw Johnny, now minus his underwear standing in the doorway.

She didn’t move, she just keep looking at her reflec- tion, then slowly moved her

eyes to the reflection of the man behind her. Although she had never seen an

erect penis before, she knew what was between a man’s legs, but she was still

surprised at the actual sight of it. He was fully hard and pointing out and up.

A moment of fear flashed through her ‘that he was too big to actually fit inside

her.’ She hadn’t realized that they got that big. Slowly Kriste turned putting on

a brave face she said, “Well lets get it done OK?”

The young man looked at Kriste, admiring her, thinking how pretty she was, her

straight blonde hair framing a pretty tan face. Her wide set blue eyes and full

lips had always attracted his attention. And now he was going to fuck this babe;

the thought sent a sexual thrill thought his body.

They stood in silence facing each other, Kriste’s eyes locked on Johnny’s pulsing

erection. After a minute or so he started to become a little self-conscious and

finally said, “Hey sweety, we can’t do it with your clothes on, now can we?”

She was startled for a moment then quickly began to strip her clothes off. She

looked like someone who was about to go skinny dipping in freezing water, and

just wanted to get the initial shock of diving into the cold water over with.

Johnny didn’t care that she looked nervous, he just wanted to plunder her body.

He still couldn’t under- stand why she’d put the moves on him. He’d tried so many

times he’d finally given up. That’s why he’d instigated the little nocturnal call

on her room the other night. And. . . ummm. . . her tight little pussy had felt

so good, that had been a little piece of heaven. He still remembered the feel of

her pussy lips around his fingers, and the smell of her. He’d fallen asleep in

his bunk with his fingers in his mouth. And speaking of heaven he thought; ‘man

look at that tight body, this is gonna be just too fine.’

Kriste had undone her pants first and stepped out of them. As she was pulling her

T-shirt over her head, Johnny decided that he couldn’t wait any longer. He

grabbed the surprised girl around the waist and shoved her onto the bed. Her arms

were still above her head, with the T-shirt obstructing her view, so she cried

out for him to wait. But Johnny didn’t care: he just wanted to fuck her, and he

was ready.

As Kriste struggled with her T-shirt, Johnny climbed between the young woman’s

thrashing legs and pushed his swollen cock into her exposed sex. He pulled out

then pushed back in, fast this time, fast and hard. He felt the impact of her

maidenhead and then it gave way all at once and he plunged in as deep as he

could. His head spun, the sensations that assailed him were momentarily

over-powering. She was so tight! It felt like a living glove surrounding his

straining cock. He could feel every beat of her heart pulsing through the warm

walls of her cunt, throbbing around his cock; like nothing he’d ever experienced

before. He was loving it.

Kriste stopped struggling with the tangled T-shirt as she felt Johnny begin to

enter her. Through the fabric of her shirt she could hear him on top of her

grunting in his effort to gain entrance. Then she felt herself being stretched. .

.more, and more, until it started to hurt, and still he pushed her open.

Lying there hands above her head, legs dangling over the edge of the bed, a man

hunched over her, thrusting into her exposed sex, Kriste didn’t know how to

react. She hadn’t known what to expect, but she had never imagined anything like

this. Then she cried out through gritted teeth as he pushed home all the way into

her. The pain was intense, but her cry didn’t bother Johnny; having reached his

goal he just started pumping away happily, bouncing the young woman’s body

underneath his own.

Kriste’s young body soon recovered from the initial shock, her strong well shaped

legs flexed with each thrust of the horny man on top of her. But it was

uncomfortable for her, the position was an awkward one.

But Johnny didn’t care, he was enjoying the feel of Kriste’s pussy wrapped around

his pumping shaft. He was enjoying it so much in fact, that shortly he began to

grunt with each thrust, until his body went rigid, trembling on top of Kriste’s

as he pushed hard and deep into her and emptied himself into her womb. The only

sound in the room was his gasps for breath as he slumped on top of the young

woman.

After a few moments Johnny pulled out of her and stood up with a big sigh, and

said, “Now that was fun, we’ll have to do that again next week. Or maybe tomorrow

night would be even better.” He was laughing to himself as he wiped his shrinking

manhood with a towel, and began to dress.

Kriste lay still for a moment after Johnny had pulled himself out of her. T-shirt

still wrapped around her face and arms. She wasn’t quite sure what had just

happened. She had lost her virginity, hadn’t she? The slight pain between her

legs confirmed it, his cooling sweat on her chest and stomach confirmed it,

didn’t it? Slowly she sat up on the bed, pulling her shirt back down to cover her

breasts. She watched as Johnny wiped himself and talked about their next time.

To describe the feeling of that unreal moment, all Kriste could think of was it

had been, well. . disap- pointing. She was kind of numb; everything had happened

so fast, and she’d received no pleasure from it. She remembered her girlfriends

talking so lovingly about their men, how good they made them feel. Kriste just

sat there with nothing on but her T-shirt and socks, watching her first and only

sex partner getting dressed to leave.

As Johnny buttoned his shirt, and was ready to depart, he turned to Kriste and

said with a happy smile on his face, “You can stay in the room as long as you

want, I paid for the whole night. And baby, I just want’a thank you for a great

fuck, I really enjoyed it. Maybe we’ll do it again tomorrow night huh?” With that

he pulled the door open and was gone.

Kriste looked at the closed door blankly, totally devoid of any feeling, except

the uncomfortable trickle of his sperm flowing from her used sex.

Not quite sure what to do, the young woman continued to sit where she’d been

thrown only a few minutes before. The thought started to form in her mind, ‘Is

this all there is to it?’ She couldn’t quite believe that that was all, but then

she’d just had sex with a man, and here she was sitting on a bed in a cheap

motel, leaking on the sheets.

A knock at the door startled Kriste out of her reverie. Almost as if in a dream

she got up from the bed, wondering why Johnny had come back, and what he wanted

now. She opened the door and was even more startled to see David, one of her

cadet classmates.