No one wanted Sheila Overton to be a doctor. Her parents thought the powerful shapely daughter should be a secretary or teacher.
Her friends scoffed at the study and preparation necessary for a medical career and her boyfriend, a tall long-haired acting student bridled at making any sacrifices to Sheila's career.
Then there was Sheila's lust themselves which stood in her way. Her young body was growing more beautiful everyday. No longer was she a wallflower condemned to remain alone. When she transferred to the State University she found her charms in great demand for the first time.
It was such a new experience to be desired, but when men looked at her they saw a tall, powerful love goddess, whose long sandy-blonde hair and green eyes enchanted them.
As if she were sinking into a pit Sheila found that she could have anything she wanted merely by exercising her ample charms.
Even professors she could have merely by flaunting her large pendulous breasts and luscious physique. It was so easy to advance that way and the temptation was tearing Sheila apart!
Sex and drugs became the center of her life. Could she cope with them and overcome? Could she fulfill her dream of a medical career or would she wallow lost and bewildered in the jungle of sensual pleasure? There was none she could turn to for guidance, none who shared her dream. It was up to her and her alone to struggle and the enemy were the forces within which threatened to rob her of her dream and make her a slave to sensate lusts, imprisoned in the causes of her own evil actions.
CHAPTER ONE
Not many people take the train these days, Sheila thought as she looked around the almost empty car. The plush seats even on the special shuttle were almost empty.
She felt the swaying of the car and the vibrating of the iron wheels up through her guts. It made her tingle and she shifted on the seat feeling her body alive, more alive than it had ever seemed.
The landscape swirled by. Houses, trees, poles and cars blurred outside the glass and inside she leaned her head back against the rough twill of the seat and remembered the scene on the platform.
Why the fuck can't they just be happy I'm going to be a doctor and be done, she thought bitterly. What am I, some kind of doll for them to look at?
She looked down at herself as if examining her body to see if indeed she was a doll. Her big broad chest and belly moved rhythmically up and down as the train swayed along.
She watched her large tits move up and down under her purple blouse. It was her favorite one, and she had worn it for the trip because she put it on for everything special.
Under the coarse cotton she felt her breasts mounded hard and her nipples standing up. She pulled each one reflectively and a smoky feeling coursed through her belly and made her sigh.
She moved her thighs against each other on the seat and felt her love lips moist under her jeans. What a fucking fight just to wear these, she thought, stroking her hand down her denim-covered thighs.
Over and over she rubbed, feeling her full muscular thigh underneath. It must be hard from all that swimming she thought. My skin is tan too from the sun. She leaned back against the seat and had anyone been coming down the aisle they would have seen the white circles under her eyes where the sun refused to go.
Her normally pale skin was tawny and smooth. Her long sandy-blonde hair was glinting golden from the summer in the sun.
She felt her belly, hard and broad. That summer she had lost twenty pounds. From being large and gross she had gone to being large and very beautiful. No one around home had noticed because in their minds she was still big Sheila who hadn't changed since she was twelve. But any stranger could see.
Her hips spread on the seat were lush and her waist narrowed as if begging to be circled with powerful hungry hands. Her body was like an aching hungry tiger as she stretched on the seat.
She put her hand inside her jeans and felt for the scrap of paper. On it was written Tammy's name. She opened the folded scrap as she had a hundred times before. It was worn and frayed from looking at it.
She read the address and phone number over and over like some mantra which could show her enlightenment just in repetition.
Tammy's soft voice over the phone kept echoing in her ears. It sounded so friendly and warm, much nicer than she had remembered when they were growing up.
It was funny to think about. Tammy Breen had always been little and seemed so helpless. She was smaller than all the other girls. She looked and walked like an angel. It hardly seemed that she could survive in the world.
Whenever Tammy and Sheila went anyplace together people would make fun of the gross difference in size. It seemed to Sheila that she was protecting Tammy.
But it was Tammy who was living on her own in an apartment. She was the one who went away to school and did what she wanted. It was she who had done what Sheila craved and envied.
Sheila shook her head and leaned it against the glass. Just thinking about that tiny stifling hole she had let her parents send her to made her furious. Two years she had wasted there doing nothing but studying to be a doctor.
Fuck, she thought, I had no choice. There was nothing else to do but study. Then when I told them I wanted to be a doctor they told that's not a very good field for a woman. Fuck them!!
She remembered the dusty lecture halls with the sunlight making gleaming paths in the dust which seemed to climb to heaven. She remembered the withered old people who tried to make as if they were teaching her about life when she had it burning inside of her every night.
Night after night she lay between the sheets with her fingers on her crotch and tits, caressing and kneading the yearning flesh. Over and over she dreamed of a long hard cock driving up the middle of her like a pile-driver, washing all her pain and desire away.
By day, she watched herself move from class, to class, to dinner, to dormitory, to bed, in an unbroken circle of frustration. There never seemed to be opportunity to satisfy her desire. Hemmed in by walls and rules, higher than she could see over, she submitted herself.
Night after night she burned between the sheets with her clit throbbing and her hand pumping until she came under hew own fingers. Frustrated and burning for the hot crush of hard flesh and bone on her, she frigged herself under the covers.
She shook her head savagely as if waking from a nightmare she wanted to forget. That's all over, she thought. I'll never live in another dormitory as long as I live!
She looked at the paper still in her hand and imagines dialing the number written there as soon as she got off the train. If they think I'm living at the dormitory, she thought, they'll go out of their freaking minds.
She imagined Tammy's apartment, dim and mellow, with the light bouncing off smooth soft fabrics and cushions. She imagined how it would smell, musty with incense, cooking and the aroma of sex.
Soft, warm and friendly she saw it when she closed her eyes. She wondered how many men Tammy had slept with. She tried to imagine the little fragile girl squirming under the massive thrusts of a muscular man.
She saw her fucking with all different sizes and races of men. Hairy men and men with bald heads pounded over her. Black men, Chinese men, and Caucasian men crushed
Tammy down on the bed and she took them screaming and laughing with delight.
In her mind Sheila saw her sucking long hard pricks as if they were peppermint stocks. Wet and lascivious Tammy's mouth looked like a swollen cunt as Sheila closed her eyes and let the train rock her imagination.
Faster and faster the train seemed to sway from side to side and Sheila's long slash drew damp as she desired the men she saw in her imagination fucking with Tammy.
She licked her lips and opened her eyes hoping that maybe there would be someone there when she got there, who she could get to know. I'm so tired of being a virgin, she thought to herself.
The train pulled into the station, and she grabbed her suitcase from off the rack above the seat. She swayed down the aisle under the load of all the junk stuffed into the bulging bag. Years and years worth of clothes, old knick-knacks she couldn't bear to part with and medical books she had bought over the years with hard-earned money she had made working over the summers.
Down the metal steps, clanging onto the platform, she staggered. There she was standing under a lighted track number sign.
Sheila dripped her bag and ran to Tammy throwing her arms around her. She hugged her tight and jumped up and down for joy.
"Your parents still remember me as the cute little girl with the pigtails. When they heard me on the phone they just dissolved in ecstasies of nostalgia. Little do they know what I've become over the years." They both laughed and Tammy made little clutching motions with her fingers and screwed up her face into a horrible grimace.
Sheila laughed again, and picked up her bag. They talked all the way out of town to her apartment. It was like a whole new person Sheila was with. She hadn't seen her in over two years and Tammy seemed so much more different, so alive.
I can't tell her that, Sheila thought, as they rode the long bus ride out to her apartment. I can't tell her how much I want to get laid.
Her words poured out about how much she wanted to be a doctor and how her parents didn't want her to. They talked a lot about the school. But Tammy didn't seem to be particularly interested in school. She was a junior but to her the University seemed to be more a community to live where she could find groovy people.
I can't tell her that, she thought, as the urge to just let it all hang out twisted around inside her. She was hoping so much to meet some boys at Tammy's place. Maybe she'll know some really great guys I can go out with, she thought.
But she didn't say it. After that the conversation died as it usually does when someone isn't saying something that's weighing heavy on their mind.
Tammy didn't seem to mind or notice. She stared out the window and pointed out the sights of the town. The place wasn't much. But, as Tammy said, it was home.
The University was in a rather old section of town, nestled among two story frame houses and old creaking apartments. The bud dropped them off on the corner of a busy street lined with stores and crowded in the mid-week with people.
Up a tree-lined street away from the noise and bustle, they walked until they got to a small red two story apartment covered with rough tarpaper shingles and set back behind two huge green trees.
"It's all ours," she said waving her hand at the shabby building and leaning on the wobbly old picket fence out front. "When you live in the slums sometimes you get more for your money. But that depends on what you mean by more."
Up the creaking stairs they climbed. At the top Tammy unlocked a chipped wooden door and flung it open. Two black and white cats came running softly to the door and rubbed their legs.
"It's just what I imagined it would be like," Sheila gasped. It was too. Soft and dim even with the sunlight streaming in, Sheila got a feeling of friendly happy times coming up from the rugs and off the curtains.
Brown, green and deep, deep red color swirled up at her. The place smelled sweet and full, from cats, incense and cooking oil.
"It's lovely," Sheila squealed whirling in the middle of the room releasing the tension she had felt keeping her lust secret. "I love it."
"I love it too," Tammy said. "It's a lot different from when I got here. But them I'm a lot different from when I got here too. If you know what I mean." Tammy smiled a conspiratorial grin at her friend and Sheila smiled back and nodded.
"Make yourself at home Sheila," Tammy said not taking off her coat. "I've got a really heavy day. I've got classes until six and then I've got to work until ten. I'm sorry I can't rap with you but I'll see you tonight. You can put your things in that room over there."
Sheila watched her fly out the door and listened to the sound of the silent soft room. The cats curled up on the couch and purred. The wind blew the curtains back and forth in the window.
Sheila poked around the room feeling a vague kind of excitement, as if she were exploring something forbidden. Her heart pounded and her mouth was dry. A curious tingling feeling in her belly like when someone was looking at her diary or notebook in front of her, made her walk solftly.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door and she started. As if she had been caught in the midst of some illicit perversion she straightened her clothes and opened the door.
"Well hello," Clark said as he saw her standing there dressed in a loose purple Mexican shirt and dungarees. He took in her quizzical apprehensive face and big plush body. Her tits and hips bulged under her clothes as if she were a model aching to be nude on some artist's couch.
"Hi, my name is Clark," he said stepping into the room. "Is Tammy around?" Sheila shook her head. "Did she go to class yet?" Sheila nodded.
He went over and threw his coat on the couch. "You must be Sheila." he said. She nodded again. "You don't say very much," he said after a little silence.
She blushed and turned away realizing she hadn't said anything since he had come in. He leaned back against the back of the couch and laughed.
"Do I scare you that much?" he asked.
"It's not that at all." she blurted out. But that wasn't really true. There was something which did scare her. His tall broad-shouldered frame and narrow hips had struck her the instant she opened the door.
He wore his straight black hair brushed back away from his face and his black eyes were piercing. The way he stared at her unnerved her. He was so sexy.
She couldn't stop thinking about sex. The more she tried the more she couldn't keep her eyes off his bulging crotch. As he crossed his legs she thought she could see the tip of his dick push up against the worn blue jeans.
"Hey, what's the matter?" he said turning toward her and putting his hand up on her shoulder. "Am I making you uptight?"
She shook her head but didn't say anything. He moved over on the couch until he was right next to her and put his arm around her neck. She didn't resist. She wanted to but she didn't.
Her whole body trembled as he pulled her down onto his lap and kissed her on the ear. The tip of his tongue sent electric quivers through her chest and belly as he ran it around her ear hole.
He chewed deeper and she murmured in relaxation. like a stuffed sack of flour with a hole in the bottom she felt herself sag down as the tension ran out of her.
His other hand was on her chest rubbing her tits back and forth gently. Very gently he coaxed her nipples through her shirt and bra. Her whole body was like a soft snake twisting slow and sensuously against his lap.
He pulled up her shirt and slid his fingers in underneath and caressed her breasts. He reached around in back of her with his left hand and with his right pulled the loosened bra away from her huge and aching boobs.
Under the hot smooth garment he slipped his fingers and she gasped as he closed around her tits. Over and over he caressed her until she was moaning very softly. like a little cat mewing for it's mother, she cried each time he stroked her tits.
He took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger and rolled it around very slowly watching her face.
"How does that feel?" he asked rubbing the tips of his fingers like feathers tantalizingly over her breast tips. Her eyes were half-closed and her mouth was open panting.
"Beautiful." she sighed and snuggled closer to him.
He took her tit in one hand and massaged it deep, feeling the honeycomb of sweet glands under the layer of fat. Soft and deep he pushed and she moved under him like the soft sway of a lake under a small boat.
"Oh, please," she moaned suddenly turning away and pressing her tits down in his lap.
"What's the matter?" he asked rubbing the back of her neck. His touch was like water on sugar. Her whole body, knotted with her fear and guilt at wanting to fuck her friends boyfriend dissolved.
"Are you Tammy's guy?" she asked after a while. He rubbed her neck deep and sensuously. His fingers ran up the back of her skull and pressed up along the bone.
She never felt anything so good as the feel of his strong fingers pressing hard against her tight neck, and her head relaxed and she cried out with pleasure. He took her head in both hands and rubbed sensuously in deep.
"Well," he said. "I slept with Tammy if that's what you mean. I stay here a lot but I don't live here. We've gone out together now for more than a year.
"But she sleeps with other guys and I sleep with other girls when I want. She's really groovy, but I don't own her."
He rubbed up under her shirt and traced delicate patterns on her back. Her whole body was moving hot and passionately. Heavy on his lap she moved her belly and hips. She pushed her pussy down against his crotch and rolled it around his thighs.
She was not light. Her body had a thickness to it which was exciting. Her thighs and torso were thick and her belly was wide and well padded. But on her big-boned frame her flesh smoothed into exciting heavy curves which just ached to be caressed.
He twisted his hand around on her back and traced a smooth hot path down her backbone to her jeans. She felt him moving down her back with a growing mixture of fear and desire. He's going to shove his fingers down my pants, she thought.
He reached the waist of her pants and pushed his fingers down. In terror she bent her arm around and grabbed his wrist. Frantically she tried to pull his hand out.
"No! No! Please don't do that!" she said. He kept pushing and she yanked harder digging her fingernails into his wrist. Her whole body twisted around trying to get his hand out of there.
"Oh, please don't," she said as his hand slid down into her ass crack and found it sopping wet with come. "Oh, no," she moaned almost crying as his finger traced down over her ass-hole and onto her heavy thick cunt lips.
She let her hand fall slack against his wrist and left it there, lolling on her back. She wrapped her other arm back around his waist and clutched him tightly as his hand played with the come-parted cunt lips.
In and out of her pussy he flicked his fingers. Her chest heaved with passion as he moved them and they grew more swollen and sensitive to his touch. She whimpered ban begged incoherently.
He jammed his finger up into her pussy and she cried out with the sweet shaft. In and out around the opening of her vagina he moved his finger rapidly and made her shiver like a long brown leaf in a winter wind.
Then, massaging her head with one hand, he ran the other up onto her clit and pulled it in long sweet strokes. She moaned and came. Shouting, and trying not to shout for fear of being heard she bucked on his fingers until she came.
"I don't care." she moaned. "I don't care!! " she howled, her words long and distorted with lust. He pulled on her clit until it was long and turgid at the core. Her whole body writhed in his lap and he stroked her until she forgot all about Tammy and what was right and wrong.
Bucking and clawing at him as he frigged her, she just kept muttering and moaning the same words over and over again.
He turned her over on her back and saw her face flushed and glassy-eyed with lust. He pulled open her jeans and yanked her whole long heavy mons back and forth in his hands. Her fine soft pussy hair was matted with come against her skin.
She reached up and snaked her arms around his neck. Pulling him down on top of her, she kissed him long and hot. Her lips trembled and ate at his. Her tongue sucked with her lips and they pressed together hotter with his fingers up her snatch.
Around and around he swirled on her clit, his arms down along her belly as she bucked up at him to thrill herself. She moved wild and hard.
All thoughts of what she was doing was wrong were gone. She didn't care that Tammy might be angry. She didn't care that she had never seen him before. She didn't care about anything but having him shove his prick into her cunt and maybe other places too.
"Talk dirty to me," she begged, her lips up against his ear. He nibbled her ear and kissed it. She was so afraid he would laugh at her and think she was awful and dirty for wanting that.
But he flicked his tongue into her ear and told her that to do that they would have to get naked first. She humped up her hips off his lap and slid her jeans and underpants down together.
She pulled off her sandals and slid her pants all the way off. Then she sat up on the couch and stripped her shirt and loosened bra off. He pulled his boots off and slowly opened his pants.
Underneath he wore no underwear and the dark tangle of his box appeared as he pulled his pants off. His Mexican white wedding shirt, soiled and rumpled from weeks of wearing, he yanked off his flat hard belly and then off his shoulders.
Standing tall and naked she threw her hands over her head. Stretching up high in the air her whole body arched up toward the ceiling.
"I feel wonderful," she said spinning around. He grabbed her from behind and bit into her neck as if it were a ripe peach.
"You taste wonderful too," he said lapping at her neck and feeling her tits grow harder under his caresses. Each stroke of his finger on her boobs he matched with a thrust of his prick pushed hard against her backside.
She turned around over her shoulder and gave him a little wet kiss. Then he gave her a harder one with his tongue into her mouth.
He crushed her in his arms standing there and she sucked on his tongue. Deep and long they swung together naked on his tongue. All the while her back kept making little thrusts against his loins.
"You promised you were going to talk dirty to me," she said in a voice which tried to sound offended. He bent down and tossed her over .his shoulders in a fireman's carry.
She shrieked with surprise and ordered him to put her down. But he stood up tall under her weight and carried her into the bedroom.
Swinging high off the floor, with her head hanging down she felt a twinge of fear. What if Tammy comes home and finds us, she thought. If she finds out I won't be able to stay here and I'll have to live in the dorm. If that happens I'll be miserable and flunk out!
"Whoops," he said swinging her off his shoulders down to the bed. She laughed in spite of herself as she bounced on her back on the soft bed. Then he was on top of her, hard and naked.
"Do you feel that?" he asked running his hand down around her ass and along the back of her thighs. She murmured and moved her thigh up against his side in pleasure.
"Doesn't that feel good?" he said as she spread her legs and he plastered the upper edge of his cock along the streaming mouth of her pussy. Up and down he moved like a soft rasp and she pumped against him in ecstasy.
"I feel your cunt lips," he said. "They're sopping wet. I feel them parting every time I rub there." She rolled her head around on the bed and he kissed her pillowing tits over and over.
He poked his cock tip in and out the mouth of her pussy with his fingers. She moaned with each tiny thrust and died for him to shove it in all the way.
"Oh, please fuck me," she begged him. "I never fucked anyone before. Show me what to do." He pushed his mouth hot down on hers and she moaned in ecstasy.
"Suck harder," he said pulling his mouth away from hers. "Suck like this." He pushed his lips down against her mouth compressing her lips together and sucking.
Deep and long he sucked and then pushed her lips apart with his tongue. Reaching deep into her mouth his lips pulled her tongue out and into his mouth. He chewed up and down the length of it and sucked until she was squirming in sweet pain.
"Now you do it, little dirty girl," he said and she wrinkled up her nose in embarrassment. But she did it. She took his tongue in her mouth and chewed up and down savagely as his fingers kneaded her hips and waist.
Her body twisted and flashed under him like his tongue in her mouth. Her heavy love mounds pushed under his chest and she cried out each time the tip of his cock rubbed across her cunt hole.
"How does this feel way down on your ass?" he said snaking his arms down until he had a hand on each one of her ass cheeks.
Grabbing a hunk of her lovely large ass in each hand he massaged her cheeks until she was jumping as if each hand were charging her ass like an electrode.
"Do it to me," she said and she trew her long arms around him and clutched at his ass. In her hole he pushed the tip of his prick and she sucked her belly in with the anticipation.
"Like this," he said and ran his finger down onto her clitoris and rolled it around and around until she was shuddering and moaning.
Deeper and harder he pushed his cock tip into her hole and she moaned for more. Harder she clawed at his ass and pulled his ass crack apart in agony.
His cock pushed into her tight hole. Lubricated with her come but clutched tight in her virgin hole his prick pushed hard and tearing into her.
She screamed and bit his neck. But her fingers dug in deeper on his ass and she hiked her body up under his slamming cock full length into her pussy.
Panting as if she were sprinting for her life, she ground him around in her hole. He slurped and chewed on her neck and mouth and her hands clutched at his back in passion.
"Harder," she begged. "Harder. Do it harder. Yes! Now!" He stroked faster and faster, his cock aching deep inside and her full body rolling under him. Each stroke carried deep up into her cunt.
She came around his cock as it stroked in and out of her cunt and his hands crushing her nipples. Pulling and stroking at his chest with her fingernails she clawed wildly.
Her whole belly and both thighs exploded with a wild electric feeling which made her twist like she had never twisted before.
"So good," she repeated over and over again. She moved like a rippling lake of hot oil under him. Faster and faster he slammed into her as she screamed and sucked the passion out of him like a vacuum. , His hands were lost and clutching at her flanks as she twisted under him, her eyes closed and her body humming with the waves of pleasure.
He grunted deep in his gut and tensed his belly over and over, twisting his prick deep up into her guts and shooting a hot stream of come into her puffy vagina.
She shivered when she felt his stream cascade through her and clawed at his back. Coming hard and moaning she ripped at his back and he spurted deep and hard into her pussy.
Like two panting mad fold they kneaded and clawed at each other shouting as they exploded together and came in a rush which exploded and dissolved them against each other in a sweet orgasm.
Her whole body tingled and the bed felt as if it were made of clouds as she lay under him with her arms around his back.
Stroking every now and then on his shoulder she pressed him close and felt like never moving again. His prick deep up inside her nested and each time she moved, she felt it.
Her tits were hot and covered with sweat under him. Her nose in his long black hair smelled the oil of his scalp and his breathing was another rythm which moved over her contented breathing like a counter point.
Her knees shook when she tried to move them. She started laughing. It came bubbling up like the water from a spring. He looked puzzled.
"You made me weak in the knees," she said laughing and rolling her head back and forth on the pillow. "I don't thing I'll ever be able to walk again. I guess I'll just have to stay here."
He didn't say anything. He stretched his mouth up and kissed her on the lips. His lips were hot on hers and she grabbed the back of his head with both hands, and gripped suddenly with a rekindled passion.
Their tongues danced in each other's moth and she felt his prick growing stiffer inside her. Each time she panted her belly rose against his and she ground it around in a circle turning him on more.
His hand grew wilder on her tits. He pulled long strokes over her tits and she moaned with pleasure.
She felt his dick move hard inside her. I want to suck it so badly, she thought. But I'm afraid to ask him. I wish he'd just put it in my mouth.
She reached down and pushed her hand between them. He lifted his belly and let her caress the base of his prick as it stuck into her pussy.
She pulled him up and took his prick out of her snatch. Holding it tight in her fingers she rubbed it back and forth on his thigh. But what she really wanted was to put it in her mouth.
Taking her heart in her mouth she started nibbling down his chest. Around the whorls of hair around each nipple she chewed and he sighed. Then inch by inch she went lower. Licking and blowing at his belly he grabbed her gently by the hair and pulled her face up.
"I know where you're going you filthy little girl." he said smiling. "I know." He rolled her over on her side and turned around so his head nestled on her thigh. She lifted her upper thigh to make an angle where her cunt hair was matted with her come and his.
She saw his prick, half-stiff and wet against the hair of his thigh. She pressed her mouth against it and flicked the tip of her tongue over the opening of the urethra.
He moaned and opened his legs letting her nestle there and suck. He spread his legs a little more and she took his balls in her hands and rubbed back and forth. His body pressed against her and his prick lengthened to the back of her throat.
It's so long, she thought, I can feel the blood pounding. It doesn't taste bad though. It feels hot and nice to suck on.
Clark lapped and blew in her crotch. His fingers flew over her ass pulling the cheeks apart and running his fingers up and down her ass crack.
She had never had her pussy sucked before. His tongue stroking up and down on her clitoris made her want to move back and forth in swaying dancing shivers.
But when he took it between his teeth and sucked it hard into his mouth she thought she was going to explode. She ground her lips forward against her teeth and crushed her love knob against his teeth until she tingled inside
Down in her belly the sweet coming feeling massed under the skin and spread. Up into her belly and tits where she rubbed them against his it spread until she was moving unconscious of anything but their bodies.
Everything ceased to exist but what was in the tiny circle of their arms and legs. Faster and faster she drew his dick in and out of her mouth. Sucking and blowing on each other they writhed until they were both moaning on the verge of orgasm.
Groaning and plunging deeper and deeper into each others crotches they started to come. Hands and legs wrapped around each other, they pumped and writhed against each other and every place they touched seemed to burst electrically alive. She sucked his prick deep in her mouth and came with his spurting plunging cock rasping over her teeth.
Deep down her throat she took his prick and sucked on his come, drinking it down not caring that she was drinking come and not caring about anything.
CHAPTER TWO
"I don't care Sheila," Tammy said shaking her head. "Clark's not my slave. If he wants to fuck someone else it's up to him."
What if that someone else is me, she thought.
"But wouldn't you get jealous of that other person if you found out?" she asked. Tammy looked slightly scornful.
"Look," she said. "Whoever he fucks doesn't take anything away from me. Anyway, I'm certainly not going to keep him with me if he wants to fuck other people, just by my being jealous. All jealousy ever did was make people miserable."
Sheila couldn't think of anything to say to refute her but she felt very unconvinced.
"What if you came home and found him in bed with someone?" Sheila said with an air of prosecuting attorney.
"Ah ha!" Tammy laughed. "It's the old 'would you let someone rape your wife?' question!" She shook her head looking at the floor.
"It depends who it was," Tammy said after a pause. "Maybe I'd just jump right in with them."
Sheila wasn't expecting that one. Her eyes widened and she stared in desbelief. "Have you ever done that?" she asked breathlessly.
Tammy tired to look nonchalant. She nodded and looked a little self-satisfied. Sheila was truly amazed.
"You mean you're a lesbian?" Sheila said.
"Well I've made it with chicks if that's what you mean. I've made it with chicks with and without guys. The more the merrier."
Sheila's head was spinning. She was afraid but she didn't know what of. Her belly turned with strange feelings which she didn't want to admit. Her words formed without her really wanting them to.
"What if you came home and found me in bed with Clark?"
"I'd hop right in of course," Tammy said. "You know I like you." She leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. Sheila pulled away reflexively.
"That's okay," Tammy said. "I didn't mean to make you uptight. How come you're asking me all this? Did you make it with Clark already?"
Sheila blushed again and Tammy looked not at all hurt. "What are you blushing for?" He's pretty good in bed isn't he?" she said.
"You mean you're really not jealous?" she asked.
"I told you I wasn't," she said. "You better stop asking me before I decide to be. Why don't you relax and just be cool?"
Sheila leaned back on the couch and laughed. "What if my parents found out I was living with a disgusting pervert like you. Boy would they be surprised at what happened to cute little Tammy Breen."
"That's the trouble with you, Sheila," Tammy said. "You worry too much about what your parents will say. You're a big girl now. You can do what you want."
"Yeah," Sheila said as if justifying something she had been thinking on her own. "I am a big girl."
It wasn't hard for Sheila to imagine, as she was sitting there, how she wanted her life to be different. It was so easy with Tammy next to her talking.
Her old friend weaved a spell around the both of them which made everything possible and all the unmentionable things Sheila had been thinking over the years came bubbling up in her brain.
"There are so many things I want to do," Sheila said. "I've always been too afraid to do any of that stuff but that's not because I don't want to do it. I do. I really do."
Tammy looked interested. "Like what kind of stuff?" she asked.
Sheila blushed a little again. "Well you know. like I want to smoke pot. I never did that. I want to take LSD and see what that's like. Clark was the first boy I ever made it with. I want to make it with lots of other people. I'm really a horny bastard!" She giggled at this and Tammy went over to a drawer at the desk and pulled out some grass and a package of rolling papers.
"No time like the present," Tammy said, taking pinches of the grass from the plastic bag and rolling a thick joint. In another minute it was lit and they were taking long deep drags from it.
Tammy taught her how to inhale all the way and hold the smoke way down inside. She taught her how to let a little air in around her lips as she was taking in the smoke so as not to burn her lips.
But Sheila took to it naturally and in another few minutes she had a shit-eating grin on her face and her head was going from side to side as she shook it in wonder at the light feeling which made her head float up above where it usually was.
"Oh, Wow!! " she exclaimed seeing everything sharper and somehow more real than she had before she toked up. "I can feel everything," she said swaying her body back and forth like a tree in the wind.
She stuck her arm straight up in the air and held it there moving her hand like the fins of a fish and feeling each muscle pull as her weight shifted ever so slightly.
"This is good stuff," Tammy said after what seemed like an eternity. Sheila wanted to say something but the words seemed to be trapped way down inside and the harder she tried to get them out the more they got tumbled up.
Like they were coming up through a labyrinth, distant and turning over on themselves as they rolled, she could hear them and even feel them but they didn't reach her lips.
Then, long after she thought they were trapped down there forever, they came bursting from her lips as if they were superheated steam, not words. Up and out as if they had a life of their own, they exploded.
"I can feel EVERYTHING!" Sheila said. She rubbed her hands over her shiny blouse and sat up tall on the couch taking a deep breath. She threw her head back and filled her lungs again. Each time she did, the world got sharper and sharper.
She felt her body, in all its tensions and yearnings. She knew where everything was and where everything should be.
Tammy's hand on her shoulder was like a burst of light in a pitch dark room. She gasped and turned toward her in fright. But Tammy smiled and rubbed gently.
Sheila relaxed and leaned back against the couch. "If you think this feel is great," Tammy said, "you should try balling when you're stoned. That's really a trip."
Sheila nodded her head vigorously as if she knew. But she could only imagine for the present. "Maybe sometime we can get Clark stoned and I'll show you what I mean."
"You really aren't jealous are you Tammy?" Sheila said, the question coming out in all amazed honesty now that she was completely stoned. The grass seemed to make it absolutely unnecessary to hide anything.
It was hard enough to talk anyways with the hazy green taste in her brain. It was like a sweet green oil over everything. Setting up all the complicated nets and baffles she was used to using when she talked was impossible and after a while even silly. It got to be like carrying an umbrella in a rain forest. After a while there was nothing to do but get wet.
So Sheila stared at Tammy amazed and really turned on. It was really possible that she and Tammy could ball Clark together! She felt her belly tighten with anticipation and she moved closer to Tammy.
"Do you think he'd do it?" she asked. "I mean is he into that kind of stuff."
"Clark's into anything that feels good," Tammy said emphatically.
So am I, Sheila thought. The green fog made it so easy to forget her shame and her ideas of what was right and wrong. Her parents were so far away and that was what she wanted to do. Who was there to tell her she shouldn't do it?
"You know," Sheila said after a long silence, "I was sort of hoping that something like this would happen. I mean that's really why I wanted to live with you and not in the dormitory. It was such a drag living there when I went to Parksburg. I felt like such a drip!"
Tammy was rolling another joint and when it was done she lit it. Back and forth they passed it and they both got completely ripped. Long into the night they talked and laughed falling over each other.
Sheila had never felt so close to anyone in her whole life. Everything she thought she said, no nothing, could shock Tammy. Everything she had thought of doing Tammy had done. All kinds of sex and drugs were old hat to her. Sheila felt a little boring in comparison but also completely unashamed.
That night Sheila let it all hang out. She told Tammy all her desires and found they were prosaic everyday lusts to fuck and have a good time. It was like a cool plunge in the pool of a waterfall to spill the load of secrets she had been hoarding all these years.
"I don't even know if I want to be a doctor," Sheila said leaning her head all the way back on the couch and staring up toward the ceiling. "I mean all that work for so many years is going to be such a drag. What for? I'd rather just ball and have a good time."
She stretched her arms over her head and her legs over the armrest of the sofa. She felt the blood surging through her body as she stretched like a just awakened cat. She twisted her belly and yawned a long satisfied yawn. "Who cares about anything when you can feel this good just lying here?" she said.
Sheila fell asleep on the couch and Tammy threw a quilt over her. She slept like a drowned rat and woke in the morning more stoned than alert.
Oh, I don't feel like doing anything, she thought stretching on the couch and watching the sun move along the floor. She had already missed two classes but it didn't matter.
She put on some very ethereal guitar and flute music and made herself some tea. If there had been anyone there she wouldn't have felt like talking to them anyway. As it was, Tammy was nowhere around.
She just sat in the kitchen staring out the window at the tree. It was a bright cool morning and she could hear birds.
"Very peaceful," she said aloud. I have nothing to worry about she thought as she sat sipping on the tea the rest of the morning and reading this and that from Tammy's bookshelf. It was so quiet that her footsteps seemed to be leaves on the surface of a pond falling and she could hear them one by one.
When Tammy came back in the afternoon, she was all excited. She threw off her coat and stood in front of Sheila hopping up and down with delight.
"Guess what I just got?" she said. Sheila shrugged her shoulder. Tammy stuck out her hand and opened it palm up. There were three orange barrel-shaped tablets in the middle and she held them closer for Sheila to touch.
"It's acid and it's good stuff," she said. "There's going to be a party tonight, a lot of good people. The three of us could take that acid and freak everyone out. Everyone will be tripping their brains out anyway. What a scene!"
The didn't eat anything for the rest of the day. When Clark came over Tammy showed him the acid and he thought it was a groovy idea to take it.
That night as they stood in the middle of Tammy's room with the acid in their hands, Sheila was trembling. She was so excited her belly quivered and she could hardly breathe.
"Wat's going to happen?" she asked them.
"All sorts of things." Tammy said and Sheila felt the cold exciting chill of the unknown thrill get colder. "You might do anything. But you can handle it. Just remember whatever happens go with it."
Sheila didn't quite understand. She had looked puzzled and Tammy explained it for her.
"If something weird happens, like someone turns into an insect or your whole body feels like it's dissolving, accept it. Just go with it and let it happen.
"You'll be able to tell if something is happening that's going to hurt you for real, like your hand is burning. But everything is in your mind anyway, all your reactions and things. So if it's in your mind, it can't hurt you. That doesn't mean what's happening isn't real. Maybe everything is all in your mind.
"Don't get into that too much though. Just remember to go with the flow. Just let it happen and it'll carry you away. Just don't fight it.
"If you start getting scared you'll freak yourself out. Just relax when you get scared. It's all one anyway. Nothing can really happen. You're just atoms and molecules and matter. So just let it all happen. Remember dark and I'll be there if you get scared. But you don't really need us.
Cold and excited she took the orange pill in her hand and popped it into her mouth. She swallowed it and waited.
Sheila walked between them down the tree-lined streets waiting for something to happen. She was scared but excited. Waiting and feeling her whole body she stood very still as they waited for the light.
"It won't come on until we get to the party," Clark said. "It'll come on gradually because you won't really know what you're looking for. But you'll know when you're there."
She squeezed both of their hands tight and stood trembling in the light of the street lamps. Feeling deep inside she tried to know if anything was different. But everything was the same. All the feelings she always had were the same.
Trembling and feeling her large body move next to them she wanted to pull her clothes off and ball in the streets. She held their hands tighter and walked carefully over the old cracked slate sidewalk.
The noise of the party was out in the street. Even though it was in back she could hear the sounds of music and people dancing and talking.
They climbed the stairs, holding each other up and knocked at the door. The hallway was lighted by a single bare light bulb and had the strange unnatural look of a movie set. The white door seemed paler than death.
Death, Sheila thought and felt a twist of terror in her guts. What if I die here? What if someone kills me. She turned toward Tammy and saw her face cold and pallid in the strange light.
She looked like a stranger. Her hand in hers felt like a claw and Sheila tried to draw hers away. But she was immobilized by the fear of being along without support. She remembered the comforting feeling of having her hand holding hers in the street. It seemed so long ago and far away.
Tammy turned her head right toward Sheila slowly like a robot. "Are you all right?" she asked seeing Sheila white and wide-eyed next to her. Sheila shook her head and Tammy squeezed her hand.
Just that little gesture brought back the warmth again. It was a soft hand not a claw any longer. She leaned over and kissed Sheila behind the ear and Sheila leaned her head on her shoulder.
The door burst open in a rush of sound and color. Faces and music became rolling waves of chocolate cream. Brown, gold and red splattered against their eyes and men and women were dancing inside.
The music pounded like a tribal rhythm. The hall was no longer a prison but a waiting room. It suddenly seemed to shrink like a rectum and force them laughing and hugging into the full warm room.
Everything was turning around her. Sheila could hardly stand straight. The lights were exploding and smearing across her eyes as if they were finger paints. Faces looked like masks made of putty and hair, changing and rechanging every instant.
Laughing and hugging everyone, she ran into the middle of the hall. They received her like a long-lost relative. Kissing and hugging she found herself in Clark's arms. His powerful arms were around her back and she felt her belly pressed against his.
Just standing and breathing against him made her whole body glow. Her head spun when she closed her eyes and his arms were like strong pillars in back of her.
It meant so much. She pressed against him and felt the warmth of his body through his clothes. She felt each layer that was between their bodies and wanted them all away.
"Come on Clark," she said. "Let's find someplace where we can ball." But he smiled at her and shook his head.
"Later," he said. "I want to meet everyone first.
She felt as if someone had punched a hole in her or made fun of her. It had been so delightful a second before. But he didn't seem to care about how wonderful he felt through his clothes and how each layer had to come off because she wanted to feel his body naked.
"No, please Clark," she said. "It's so right. You have to now. Please." But he smiled at her and patted her head. Then he went off into the crowd.
She stood there feeling at sea like a piece of flotsam. People brushed against her dancing and talking but they had nothing to do with her.
"Are you tripping," he said. She whirled around and there was a tall graceful man with long blonde hair tied in back of his head. With a ring through his nose he would have looked like a pirate.
She nodded her head. "Are you all right?" he said. She shook her head and saw his kind face. His was so beautiful and strong.
"I don't know," she said. "I don't know who I am and I'm scared."
"It's okay," he said wrapping his long arms around her soft and easy. "Everything is okay. I'm here and so are you. Everything is okay."
"I don't know," she said sobbing harder and growing more and more frenzied. She shook her head and the tears came down and she sobbed. He held her close and felt her heave harder and harder under his embrace.
"No one loves me," she sobbed, her word choking up and breaking apart. "No one."
"It's going to be okay," he said. "It's okay. We're all here and everything is going to be all right."
But she kept crying. Every time he held her she cried harder. Her sobs were growing louder and louder.
"What's your name?" he asked. She told him. "It's going to be all right Sheila," he said bending a little and looking into her face. He stared hard and open-eyed into her face.
"Do you believe me?" he asked. She hesitated. "Come on," he said. "I want to hear you say it." He rubbed her back way down low and coaxed her. "Come on, say it."
She smirked. It seemed so silly. She had always been embarrassed about simple silly things like that. Saying "thank you" and "I'm happy" and things like that always made her blush. It was like that they were so trite. Grown up people didn't say things like that.
"Come on," he said. "If you say it, you'll feel it. It's just a little bit but it'll do you a lot of good."
She opened her mouth and it felt as if she had never spoken before. Her tongue lay nerveless and disconnected on the bottom of her mouth.
It felt in fact as if she were opening some orifice in her face. Pulling wider she stretched her lips and felt her cheeks tentatively with her fingers.
He watched her and she tried to speak. Slowly she formed the first word with her lips. Then soundlessly she tried to move her lips to construct the syllables. Three times she whispered breathlessly and it came out.
"It's all right," she said and beamed with the happiness a child shows when she has spoken the name of something for the first time. Beaming and feeling as if she were bursting with sunshine she said it again.
He took her hand and held it. She took his other hand in hers and said it a third time, drawing him close to her.
She hugged him close and felt his long hard body next to hers. His hard root pushed through their clothes against her crotch. Just like his words had filled the empty space before, she wanted his cock to fill her empty hollow cunt.
She kissed him and their lips locked against each others until their mouths were like one mouth and their teeth clashed together.
Moaning and sucking at each other they stood in the middle of the room oblivious to anything but a pile of bodies of which they were not a part of.
He pulled her over to the side of the room and through a dark doorway. Inside the light was filtered through a red madras fabric. On the bed and strewn over the floor were cushions. On the cushions Sheila could see people writing in couples and more.
There was a low slurping moan coming from the room, not any one place in particular. Her eyes grew accustomed to the light and she forgot completely about the whirling frenzy outside. It seemed like some kind of womb in there and she loved it.
He grabbed her around the waist again and they tumbled onto the bed. His tongue was a long wet lash inside her mouth. She felt it like a snake finding all the secret places in her mouth to tickle and tantalize her.
Her body moved next to him and pushed against his torso. Her hands pulled at his back and felt the rippling lattice of his muscles underneath.
But she felt the trembling tense exploration of his tongue more than anything else. He snaked it in and out of her mouth and she pulled on it as if it were a cock.
Long and wet he pulled it out of her mouth and licked her eyes and nose. Deep and long he ran the tip over the creases of her face.
She rolled over on her back and he crouched next to her licking her face and neck. He was changing and moving. His beautiful blonde face kept moving and becoming every man and woman she had ever known.
Their clothes came off like the skin from an onion. She panted and felt herself opening to him like a flower. Her body moved and melted against him as if she were butter and he was flame.
Each time he kissed her she saw colors and shapes grow and change with them. In and out of her he pushed his tongue.
Then they were naked. Pulling and sliding over each other their arms and legs twined and rewove themselves into intricate tingling shapes and movements
Every place he touched her was bright and shining. Her body was moving faster and faster. Each second she moved against him was like a sweet dream dance of lust.
Over and over she begged him to kiss and lick her. Her words were like prayers for things she had always wanted but had been afraid to even know she wanted.
"Kiss my clitoris," she sighed and slid around with her legs on either side of him until his mouth was in her crotch.
Lapping and sucking as her slit were a feeding trough and he were a horse, he nibbled and chewed. Her whole body twisted around the delicious flashing tongue. Each time he touched her was a sweet dream. Every instant he kept chewing made her tense, and moan
Faster and faster he twisted. His head was like a little worm twisting and sucking her. She moved and whipped her ass around feeling him move like a thin strand of horsehide with her.
Her words jumbled out in barely coherent torrents of assent. "More, please," she spluttered and groaned hoarsely. Her body twisted around and her hips were like fat beautiful pads of flesh.
He put his whole mouth around her pudenda and sucked. The warm flashing of his tongue up and down her slit made her open like a ripe fruit.
She panted and felt herself dissolving under his touch. His hands held her tenderly on the ass and caressed up her belly.
Her tits were like mammoth luscious fruits as he fondled them and felt the nipples grow long and hard. Hard and sharp stabs of pleasure came cutting through her consciousness. Her eyes were closed and the patterns on her skin which he carved there with his fingers flowered behind her eyelids as beautiful sweet patterns of color and shape. Moving and quivering with his head between her legs she felt him move up harder and harder.
She moaned again, but it was a hoarse animal cry this time. Her mind was totally focused on herself as a sexy body. Her belly felt long and sleek and her shoulders moved back and forth shaking her giant tits like rattles on her chest.
Then his body, like a huge phallus slid up her belly, tits and neck until he was pounding alongside her with lust. Faster and harder he grappled as her ass and became an octopus.
In her mind she saw him black and slimy sucking her down with a hundred arms. She scrunched her eyes tighter shut afraid to open them for fear she would see him soft, with a thousand suckers all over his body.
But then she remembered Tammy's advice. She felt his arms all over her and went with the feeling of being devoured by arms.
Deeper and deeper she felt him suck her down until she was wrapped totally with hot arms. Her mouth was open on his.
"Take me," she moaned. "I want you to take ma all the way," In her mind she saw herself twisting in mute pale agony under his tentacles as he poked them in all her holes and dragged her down to the bottom of the sea.
He put his prick like a huge thick throbbing hose against her cunt and pushed. She saw blinding flashes of green every time he pushed the tip through the opening to her pussy.
Down deep into the soft morass of her snatch he shoved and howled louder with each stroke. His other hand snaked around her ass and he pushed the tip of his longest finger up into her ass-hole until she felt him like an octopus on top of her and surrendered her body totally.
She wrapped her legs around him and pulled him down inside. He rammed his dick into her hot mass of dripping labia and in that instant she possessed him as he did her.
Her cunt tightened around his cock and he moaned with it throbbing all the way back to the mouth of her womb. Then like two wolves fucking in the snow they pumped and howled on the sheets until he came.
Long, long says of sweet stroking up her love chute came crashing up in a symphony of feeling. Harder and deeper he pushed and he saw lights and patterns break in his eyes. She milked him and opened her flowering vagina to him until he was crying and howling at the same time.
His spurts of jism into her were like vibrating red splotches of oil paint in a gray-black world. Her whole body dissolved and he rammed his cock up into her slamming it home and filling the emptiness way up inside her.
CHAPTER THREE
Sheila was on her back in the dim red room. Her large thighs were thrown apart and her triangle of crotch hair looked very dark in the V of her legs.
Her arms were thrown back on either side of her head and her belly heaved as she panted for breath. Her head rolled from side to side as she shook to some rhythm only she could hear.
In the room there were five or six guys standing around in various stages of stripping their clothes off. The thigh-fronts were smeared wet and sticky with come and her mouth was a raw wet slash across her face.
One of the men, erect and hard mounted her and she pulled her legs up to her tits and presenting him with a ripe open cunt. He grabbed down around both ass cheeks and jammed his prick up into her.
She shivered every inch of his cock up her chute and he bit her massive boob. When he pulled his mouth away there were teeth marks around the nipple. She grabbed his head and jammed it back down on her moaning with delight.
He bucked on her as she twisted her hips in long flowing bumps and grinds. Around and around she swiveled and then wrapped her thighs around tighter to hold him fast.
Pumping like a severed legs in her crotch, he spasmed his whole body faster and faster until he shouted and came.
She felt the twisting and the tearing prick in her guts. It was the same delicious feeling as when she had fucked earlier that night. Only her cunt was sopping and burned raw from the cocks which had been inside since and her body moved easily in the twisting humping rhythm.
Shooting streams of his jism deep down into her he clawed at her shoulders and rode her as she writhed under him. Her large full frame moved hard underneath and her arms and legs engulfed him.
Hot and hungry she sucked at him. Faster and faster she flashed his spurting sword up into her and came around it in waves of pleasure. Her body dissolved into little bursts of pleasure and then exploded into wild twisting sweet ecstasies.
Grinding out the last spurt of come from him she pushed him off and another replaced him, his prick hard and longer. The wide flared tip felt like a battering ram pushing her wet lips apart and slamming up into her pussy. Harder and deeper he pounded until she came with him pushing at her tits.
She was screaming and pleading for more. Fingers and hands were all over her. She felt like she was a baby being handled by a dozen adults. Fondled back and forth she felt mouths, fingers and phalluses at every hole and patch of skin. some one had his cock pushed against her ass-hole and another at her mouth. Pushing and sliding wet with the drops of come poised at the tip of them, they made her melt as they pushed back and forth.
Then she felt the two pricks, one at her cunt and one at her ass-hole, push simultaneously up her holes and she tensed into rigid waves of electric patterns. In a flash she was fluttering against the piercing pricks like a strobe light gone mad.
Faster and harder they slammed against each other grinding her between. Flailing and twisting in ecstasies she found a prick hung in her face and a thigh pressed hot around her cheek. She reached her mouth out for it and sucked it in.
Her colors and feeling went all brown and flowing again. The three bodies writhing against her pushed their cocks up into her holes and she took them all the way. Her membranes pulsated and she twisted all three around in her at once as if her whole body were a giant heart pumping.
Deeper and deeper into her throat she took the prick and felt it knobby like an old tree. She licked up and down the skin-bark and the crown.
As she ran the tip of her tongue across the sensitive underside of his prick his whole body heaved like a whale in the water.
She held him tight and hot around the balls and by the base of the cock as she did it again. He heaved once more moaning from far off like thunder.
She held his cock about half-way down with her teeth and began rhythmically stroking the underside of the tip, moaning each time he heaved against her powerfully. Then she felt him deep inside.
Her tongue flashed over the loose fold of skin and she felt his prick surge down at the base. Her hands on his balls pulled gently and he bucked again.
Then, after what seemed like a pause of eternity, he throbbed again. She imagined boulders crashing down hillsides and trees tumbling with a tremendous roar. The power in his prick seemed to be that of an avalanche just before breaking loose.
Deep and full he throbbed and then suddenly there was another giant spasm at the base of his prik and his river of come came sloshing up through the pumping tube.
All the way up through his prick she felt it in her fingers and pushed her mouth down over the tip and then almost all the way out to drink it.
Up into her mouth, white and smooth it burst. But to Sheila it felt wet and clear like spring water. She pulled his dick hard to one side and up. He howled and his prick burst another spurt of come into her yearning mouth.
Over and over his prick spurted into her mouth and she drank his steaming come gratefully. Sucking and licking she felt her whole body pierced with cocks. Her very twisting made the other two grind into her until they came too.
At last a short blonde boy mounted her. His thin ass was narrow between her thick legs. But his red raw-looking prick hung heavy between his legs.
She writhed on the bed as he stripped his shirt off and stood over her, his prick half-erect. Her cries were lost and she moaned in complete abandon. She bent her knees up in the air and lifted her ass off the bed in sexual longing.
He mounted her and slid his legs around his cock planted in her pussy and his feet up by her head. Then he lay flat on his back and bent his knees up to pull her harder onto his prick.
Both flat on their backs, the two ground around on the bed until she was moaning and pleading for him to come.
Another couple, stripped and the girl put her mouth down against Sheila's clitoris. She thrust her tongue against the blonde boy's cock as it slid in and out her hole and tasted the slaty aroma and essence of their come.
The guy squatted over Sheila's mouth bobbing his balls and cock at her mouth. She snapped up at them with her teeth and gums. Higher and higher she strained her head trying to get to his prick.
The she caught it and pulled him inside. Twisting and thrusting at each other the four moaned in ecstasy, a mass of twisting bodies.
Sheila, covered with spit and come, moved simply in blind reaction to the good feeling of the tongues and cocks on her. The more she was fucked the more she wanted. Her whole body was like a giant organ of love and she wanted only to be caressed there.
Stroking and licking they forced waves upon waves of pleasure down on her until she flailing and moaning, completely lost in frenzy.
Then the long hard prick shoved up her snatch exploded up her. Bursting hot wave upon wave he humped into her until he was limp and spent. She clamped her lips around the prick in her mouth and miled it with tongue fluttering until it shot into her and she took it while the last of the blonde boy's thrusts were grinding out into her pussy.
It ended as abruptly as it started. Suddenly the lights were out and there was no one there fucking her. Someone pulled a sheet over her head and it felt like a shroud. For an instant she wanted to scream. But then she realized it felt good and she drifted off slowly into a dreamless sleep covered with come.
When she woke it was morning and there was no one in the room. It looked strange and new by daylight. She looked around without turning her head. Everything was still moving and dissolving when she picked her head up and so she dropped it right back down.
Drifting in and out of a fitful sleep she spent the rest of the golden morning. There were two cats in the room and they were playing at her feet.
Little kittens, they still jumped and skittered back and forth at each other unsurely. She saw them as if her eyes were magnifying glasses. She saw their mouths and whiskers twitch and move hungrily as they stalked each other. At one instant they looked tame and friendly little kittens and at the next they looked ferocious tigers.
Finally in the afternoon she got up. Her body was stiff and everything had a light new quality like the inside of a car when it rolls out of the showroom. Every step was an exploration and each time she put her feet down on the floor she found something new.
Her mind kept rolling very gently as if she were on a large ship in the ocean. Back and forth she moved with the feeling. She went in the bathroom and washed herself. She was covered with dry come, her thighs sticky with it.
The shower felt as if she were shedding her skin. Old washed away and the new was revealed. She washed her hair and crotch luxuriously and her whole body felt reborn as she stepped out of the shower and back into her clothes.
There was still no one else in the apartment. In a strange way she felt as if she were the only person in the whole world. The apartment faced on a tree-filled back yard. They waved to a fro in the autumn breeze. The sun shone through and cast moving shadows on the floor.
Whether she was the first or last person on earth she wasn't sure. She was only a small, very fragile construction of calcium and water. She could feel every bone in her body as if she thought too long about them she could feel the awful pressure on them.
Remembering what Tammy and Clark had told her she let herself go and went with the feeling. It carried her deep into her body. She just flopped on the floor where she was and lay there feeling the structures and stresses keeping her one.
Like a subterranean traveler she moved through her body with her senses, feeling each tiny crevice and area. Her belly and legs were like tight drums, their muscles taut and ready to tense still more.
Her head was a hollow brittle shell within which she dwelt, fragile on the edge of survival. Her breath pumped in and out of her like a hoarse calling of the sea. Ebb and flow she heard it in all its desperate and precarious harshness.
She had never realized she was so close to death. She had never felt the strain of living so much before. Her whole being was focused then on pulling the air in and forcing it out. It made her chest ache. If living was such a strain she didn't think she could do it for much longer.
More frantically she tried to pull the air into her lungs. But she felt the supply dwindling and her body crying for more. But the harder she pushed the more her chest seemed to be banded with iron. Her breath was tortured and each one she paid for with a higher price than the last.
Her mind spun crazily as she groped up from under the oppressive fear. Tighter and tighter she felt her throat until she could not breathe at all and her breath burned stagnant in her lungs. Her heart pounded as her body cried out for air. But there was no air. Her chest was frozen and her brain burning and reeling with the rear of dying. Her eyes grew dim and spotted with the lack of oxygen. Yet she could not move from off the floor.
Burning and aching, her whole body twisted until she thought she was going to die. Then with a rush a realization came to her which freed her lungs. Let it come, she thought. Let it come if that is what is coming.
She let her whole body go limp with acceptance. Her mind tasted the sweet feeling of submission as she accepted the death of her body. She felt her self floating and drifting serenely as the burning in her lungs seemed to diffuse throughout her whole body.
Her heart pounded so loud in her ears that it was impossible to hear anything else. Her eyes were blinded with the lack of air and her mouth hung open uselessly.
Further an further she went, giving in to the terrible beautiful feeling. Then like the bursting of a balloon filled with milk she felt the agony explode and free her. Tingling and flying through space she felt as she had the night before when she was in bed making love.
Open and accepting everything she had taken their cocks as much as they had given and more. She had let everything just flow and it had come so sweet that when she remembered it her love lips grew damp.
Breathing deep and even, like a sailboat tacking into the wind, she sailed her body out of danger and opened her eyes. It was bright in the room and the leaves still made patterns on the floor. Her mind was open like the pages of a book wet off the press. She lay there for another hour and then got up. She had seen no one else all day and she was curious to see other people, she hunted around in the tumble of stuff on the bed for her bag, feeling like some ancient human grubbing around in a midden heap for a bone.
She found it exultantly and clasped it too her as she stepped out the door. Down the narrow steps she creaked feeling as if she were being born again. Harder and harder it was as she got closer to the front door. The hall was quiet but outside, like a pressure, she could feel the world full of people and movement. she craved it but she feared it. The last few she had to push herself down. The door itself seemed to vibrate and it seemed to grow more vibrantly red as she reached to open it.
She grasped it and an almost electric shock coursed through her body. She pulled it open slowly and the sounds of the street engulfed her. Cars and children making noise. The sound of dogs barking was everywhere.
She took some very unsteady steps outside and then grew more confident. She slowly remembered, as if from another lifetime, how one was supposed to act in the street.
She saw the different faces, frightened, happy and sad as if for the first time. She passed each new thing exploring it until she remembered it again. But this time it was new. Everything was new and she couldn't help but stare.
She felt so wonderful and free she started dancing and skipping down the street. People looked at her but she saw them and understood why they were looking and not dancing with her. It all seemed so curious that they were just staring but she didn't care. All she cared about was that she felt so wonderful and free that she had to dance.
I sure have been missing a lot, she thought as she saw a boy who reminded her of the blonde boy who fucked her the night before. I've been wasting my time. She remembered how his coke slid in smooth and hard as she spread her legs to let him in. Electric flashing colors and her moaning breath flashed through her memory. It hardly seemed as if it could have been her screaming and shrieking like that but it had been and she wanted more.
Dressed in the flowing black cape she had borrowed from Tammy she walked up and down the streets until it was dark. The little children were inside for dinner, she could hear them munching and chattering. She felt as if her cloak and the blackness made her invisible. All the fantasies she used to have when she was little of being able to sneak up on people and observe them unobserved seemed to be coming true. From far off she could hear people talking and sense their feelings. Everything seemed to be open to her.
The acid she had taken was strong and it was still making her high when she found
Tammy's house quite by accident. It looked crooked and different and she looked as if she were seeing if for the very first time. But there was a light in the window.
Tammy was home and she smiled warmly embracing Sheila. "I feel so wonderful," Sheila said tears streaming down her face. "It's like I always wanted. You know, to be close and really know and feel things. It's so beautiful!! "
Tammy smiled more broadly and sat her down on the couch. "That stuff is pretty pure, but you still ought to take it easy coming down," she said. "You just sit there and we'll rap a while."
All night long the two old friends talked about everything. Sheila could sense. Tammy's open warmth and she told her everything.
She told her about her mother and father who Tammy already knew to look at. But Sheila told her all about how she felt they never seemed to want to accept that she was a person with feelings, sexuality, needs or anything like that.
"All I am to them is what I become," Sheila said bitterly. "But even that's not good enough. When I told them I wanted to be a doctor, they freaked out. 'That's not a proper profession for a woman.' Can you image I don't know what would make them happy. I know what makes them unhappy. It would make them unhappy to know I was fucking with anyone or taking acid. It would make them unhappy to know I was smoking grass and it would make them unhappy to know I was talking about them.
"It's so weird. I know many things that make them unhappy but I can't think of one thing I could DO which would make them HAPPY."
Tammy just listened and nodded. It all came pouring out of Sheila like a torrent long dammed up. They rapped almost all night. Sheila had never talked like that in all her life. All the feelings she kept inside hoping that everything would be all right. But it felt so good to tell someone.
She talked so much that night that she didn't remember all the things she said. Later, she was embarrassed to ask Tammy what she had said. She was afraid she had said some things which were just too personal. What she really meant when she used the word "personal" were things she would rather keep a secret.
Finally, around dawn Sheila went to sleep on the couch and Tammy covered her over and let her sleep. It wasn't until it was almost dark the next night that Sheila woke up. Still all the acid wasn't worn off. She still had a starry look in her eye and everything had a newness to it which she knew was the feeling from the acid.
"You know," Sheila said later that night. "I've got to get down to some studying. It's almost two weeks since classes started and I haven't cracked a book. I'm never going to get decent grades if I don't get some studying done."
"Why don't you just ball the teacher," Tammy said with an offhand gesture of her head. "You take organic don't you? I hear that what's his name, Rosen, is pretty cute."
"Are you serious?" Sheila said appalled. "I couldn't do that."
"Why not?" Tammy said chuckling. "Everybody else does it. What's so special about you? You don't think any other way do you?"
Sheila thought about is a little and realized that most of the girls she had seen outsidy her class hadn't sounded as if they would have recognized a carbon ring if it had bitten them on the thigh. They mostly looked and sounded pretty dumb.
"Well you can do what you want," Tammy said. "It's your funeral. But my advice is to get friendly with the guy. It can't hurt. Maybe you can just get some extra tutoring if you need it."
That didn't sound quite so bad to Sheila as balling him did. Anyone could need some extra tutoring. That's what education is all about, she thought satisfied in her rational The next day she made sure to sit in the front row. The class had thinned out considerable since the first week and more than a few aspiring doctors had reconsidered medicine.
Quite without knowing it she put on her shortest skirt and lowest cut blouse. The skirt, black cotton and tight, showed off her long and full thighs to advantage. Her long-sleeved light pink blouse was tight on her arms and belly. It plunged down on her bosom, falling open casually on her braless breasts.
Sitting in the front row, bent over her notes as Professor Rosen paced back and forth on his platform, she offered a pretty picture. As he looked down he could see her full young breasts almost to he bottom of their curve.
He could see her thighs strain across under her skirt. At the bend of her body he saw her belly bulge slightly around the top of her skirt.
He could almost feel the luscious tactile sensation of his fingers on her hips stroking. Her whole body seemed to loom up at him from her seat.
Her swinging free tits, full under her thin blouse hypnotized him. Her nipples were taut under the slight fabric and he could see them and the little pimple-like protrusions around them.
Her breath seemed to control him as she leaned back and stared dreamily into her notebook. When she lifted her legs, putting one knee over the other, his cock stiffened inside his pants to the point he was afraid the class would notice.
He licked his lips as he noticed her shift her ass on the hard wood seat. He imagined the fragrant crack under her skirt, damp and fetid. He wondered how it would feel to push his hand deep inside and feel her moisten until his ana was sopping. In the middle of the lecture introducing a new class or organic chemicals Sheila opened another button on her blouse. It was almost even with the bottom of her tits and with it open, her blouse flapped apart so it was almost impossible not to see into it from above.
Professor Rosen lost his place entirely when he saw her taut nipples hanging brown and naked under her pink blouse. He was standing at the front of the platform leaning almost directly over her.
He could see her bellybutton and the tawny contours of her belly, scrunched up deliriously from sitting. Her belly was smooth and looked as if it would feel like stain to his touch.
He stopped speaking in mid-sentence, feeling his dick rise hard against the back of the podium. He wiped forehead with a handkerchief he pulled from his jacket pocket.
Shuffling through his notes trying to regain his place and composure, he tried not to look at her. He succeeded in finding his place but her body was like a magnet. She was looking straight up at him and the naked expanse of her neck and chest open to his gaze made his stomach go cold with excitement.
Purely by reflex he made it through the rest of the lecture. When he noticed his watch indicated it was the lecture. When he noticed his watch indicated it was time to go he told the class it was dismissal time gratefully.
He was standing in a daze, not watching
Sheila, when she came up to him. He turned back and saw her smile at him. He could smell some kind of scent she was wearing and her green eyes were flashing at him.
"I don't think I got the last two lectures too well Professor," she said. "Do you think I could arrange to come to your office for some help." She batted her eyes at him and he flet his dick stiffen again in his pants.
"why of course," he said. "As a matter-of-fact I have office hours now if you would like to come up now. I'm free the rest of the afternoon."
She smiled at him broadly and gratefully offered a lovely view down her blouse. As she swung around to go out the door he saw her luscious breasts swing free under her blouse.
It was only a short way to his office and soon he was at his desk and she was in a chair next to it. He explained very briefly and simply what the previous two lectures had been about.
Sheila in reality did not understand it only because she had cut the previous one and hadn't opened a textbook since she got to the University.
But when Professor Rosen explained it simply, she grasped it right away. However she didn't let on she understood it. She had him explain everything in excruciating detail.
Pretending not to understand it she leaned closer to the diagrams pressing her shoulder against his and brushing her fingers over his as if by accident.
But it was not accident what that did to Professor Rosen. The smell of her body and the feel of it rubbing against him was heaven. He felt her light tough thrill him deep inside.
"Oh I see!! " she squealed as if the key to her puzzled mind had just leaped into her brain. She grabbed his forearm in excitement and beamed.
"Now I understand it," she said squeezing harder and moving her body closer to his. "You don't know how much this means to me to be able to understand this. It's very important that I do well."
He asked her what she was planning on doing with her education and she told him about wanting to be a doctor. But not for one minute of the conversation did she move back from his shoulder or move her arm away from his.
He felt her warmth next to him and moved closer. His mouth was dry with anticipation and he felt his heart pounding. He wanted her so much he could feel his cock throbbing under his pants as she pressed her thighs against his.
CHAPTER FOUR
"Well come on Sheila," Tammy yelled, "Don't hold out on me!! Tell me what happened." But Sheila just smirked and sat down in the kitchen looking self-satisfied. There was a long pause.
"Nothing much happened," Sheila said. "I mean it wasn't all that special. I just went up to his office and we talked about organic chemistry. He's a pretty nice guy."
"You mean you didn't ball him?" she asked incredulously.
"Oh yeah," she said. "I balled him. I mean I'm surprised at you Tammy, being so hung-up on that like it's something special." Sheila was smirking broadly.
"You little bitch," Tammy said laughing. "When you got her you were a virgin. So in two weeks you come across talking like it's nothing to ball some guy in his office. You're a pisser!! "
"Well, if you insist," she said, "I'll tell you about it." Sheila leaned back in the kitchen chair until the front legs were off the ground and her back was against the wall
* * *
We got to talking about organic chemistry and he was really helping me. He explained what I had missed when I cut. But I was acting dumber than I was. That sort of made me sick but it got what I wanted.
Suddenly I pretended like I had this big flash of recognition, like an epiphany. I grabbed his arm and squeezed it. He like it but he was too cool to start pawing me. I could feel him moving next to me. He really seemed to like it when I pushed my thighs against his under the desk.
We kept talking about some shit, not making very much sense. He was acting sort of cool and stand-offish so I decided I had to make the first move.
I ran my hand down onto his thigh and squeezed. I told him I appreciated his help more than I could tell him. I looked him in the eyes and batted my eyelashes. He was kind of cute, his eyes were blue so it wasn't very hard.
I kept rubbing my hand up and down his thigh and moving closer to him. I could feel him starting to melt and not be so cold. He sneaked his hand around the back of my chair and pulled it around my waist.
His fingers felt nice sort of moving slow and soft over my side. He stretched around until his fingers were kneading my belly. He was good at all the things he did.
When he bent over and licked the inside of my ear, I just sort of went crazy. I started moaning and pawing at him. I wasn't really planning on doing that. It just happened.
He fondled my tits as I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him. He was such a good kisser, he did it hot and sensuously like he wanted to eat me up with each one. I don't know Tammy, I just sort of melted inside.
He started pulling at my blouse and all I wanted him to do was to hurry. I wanted to feel his fingers on my tits. I wanted to feel him push them up against my chest hard.
He yanked my blouse open and I pulled it off my arms. When I threw my arms around him again it felt so good to feel them naked against him. I just had to take all my clothes off.
But he had already opened my skirt and was pulling it off and while I hopped off the chair, he slid the thing to the floor. All for a sudden he was between my legs chewing and moaning.
It was kind of perverted, him crouched down there in his office poking at my crotch and moaning like that. But his fingers kept pulling at my panties and he kissed up and down the inside of my thighs. I liked it when he blew hot on my leg and licked it and blew again to make it cold.
Slowly and sexily he pulled off my panties with his teeth. All the while he had his fingers in and out of my bush. My lips were so wet I could hear his fingers as he pushed in and out.
Then he pulled them all the way off and before I could say anything he had picked me up and put me on his desk. My legs were dangling off and he knelt down until his mouth was at my crotch.
He put his arms around my ass and pulled me until his fingers were stuck good under my ass. My cunt was right on the edge of the desk. He worked his fingers into my crotch and ran them up and down my hole. I was going crazy. I moaned and twisted as he pushed in and out quickly. Each time he pushed I quivered and felt a good hot feeling in my guts.
In and out he churned with his fingers until I was frothing with lust. I remember my mouth was dry because I couldn't keep it closed. I just kept panting as he rammed one finger up into my pussy and the other hand over my tits.
He was moaning too. He crouched down and put his mouth into my pussy. He pulled me still further to the edge of the desk and pushed me down with his free hand. I fell back on the paper and books on top of his desk.
His hand was all over my belly and tits pulling and caressing deliriously. Under me his papers were lumpy and uncomfortable. As I writhed under the caress of his fingers and tongue I pushed the books and paper off onto the floor. But he didn't notice.
I humped my pussy up and down against his mouth. It felt delicious. I couldn't get enough of his tongue sucking on my pussy. His hot lips and wet flashing muscle made me go crazy all over.
I was flailing my arms around and rolling my hips on the desk. The cold metal against my ass felt exciting as he clawed his fingernails across my belly and made me writhe.
He sucked and chewed on my labia until they were swollen and sensitive. He pulled my pubic hair by the root and sucked my clit like a piece of ice.
The wilder he got the more I liked it. I just twisted and turned on the desk. I was all spread out like you see in dirty books. You know he was there sucking on my cunt and I could feel my tits rolling back and forth on my chest as he tugged at the nipples.
But I didn't care about anything except the delicious feeling in my pussy. His fingers pulling the lovelips apart and jamming hot in and out of my cunt felt so wonderful I forgot about everything including the grade.
Well I didn't really forget about it. Once or twice I remembered why I had come on to him in the first place. But I knew that my grade was in the bag. The way I was moving and the way he was moaning with his fingers all over me, he was my slave.
I loved the feeling of knowing that I controlled him with my body. It was a real turn-on to know that all I had to do was to open my blouse so he could see my tits or cross my legs and let him look up my skirt and he would do my bidding.
Anyway, he kept chewing and licking at my belly. I stretched my arm over my head and danced on top of the desk with his tongue up my snatch. He knew just how to nibble and nip on my clit to make me come. Pretty soon I was moaning and rolling under him.
The flashes came up through my belly and spread where his fingers touched my nipples. He rolled them in his fingers and I pumped my ass up and down at him.
Then he did such a great thing. He pushed his thumbs into my cunt and his forefingers up into my ass. The rest of his fingers he curled around up my ass crack. My ass-hole was wet and open for him. He seemed to like the feel of his fingers up my tight hole because he jammed it all the way up and kept moaning.
Harder and harder he rammed his finger into my ass-hole and I kept tightening it there. Harder and harder I pumped at his hand and he pushed until it felt as if he had his fingers up into my belly. All the while he kept chewing on my clit and making me moan.
Faster and faster he twirled his fingers around in me until I was coming hot and heavy. I don't remember how many times I came on his fingers. Each one was different.
The first was a blinding hot twist of lust and I just kept twisting until I felt that tingle spread out over me like a wave of cream.
He kept sucking and twisting until I was moaning again and the next orgasm just sneaked up on me until I was pumping hard short jerks on his fingers until I came.
That went on more and more until I was lying limp on the table begging for him to fuck me. I was spread-eagled on my back and my head was thrown back with my eyes closed.
I didn't see him strip off his clothes. The first time I knew he had his clothes off was when I felt his prick up my vagina. I was so wet he just leaned it into me and it slipped all the way into the hilt.
It felt so good in there!! I started coming as soon as it wa all the way against the back of my pussy. I pumped and rolled at him.
He must have been pretty hot by that time to. He felt all sweaty when I pulled him on top of me. His chest was going up and down and he crushed my ass against the desk as he pumped into me harder and harder.
He couldn't wait but neither could I. I was screaming for him to come. He clamped his hand over my mouth I guess because he didn't want anyone to hear. I kept chewing on it as he pressed me hard against the desk and licked my nipples in his hot mouth.
Over and over again he twisted and jammed his cock up me. I could feel the tip rubbing against the wall of my vagina. I wanted him to come so badly. Each stroke I pulled my legs high around his hips. My ass was bobbing up and down and my knees were over my head.
Harder and faster he rammed his prick into me and I started coming again. This time it was a hard driving feeling which came in time to his thrust. Each long stroke of his cock from the tip all the way back into my cunt made me moan and melt.
I was bawling my brains out but his fingers in my mouth kept anyone from hearing. He clawed at my shoulders and grabbed handfuls of flesh. Over and over he jammed into me in flowing strokes. His fingers kept kneading my body and mine were digging into his back.
I had my feet around his back and twisted him from side to side inside me. But it was his long hard strokes which really made me go crazy.
Each one seemed to go deeper than the last until I was coming again. This time it was long and drawn out. Moaning and twisting I started coming and he shivered all over. Stroking furiously into me he shouted that he was coming.
His face was beet-red and his hands groped over me. Faster he buried his mouth in my tits and sucked. Then he was biting hard and sucking into me until he pain was like a rod of fire on my chest.
But his cock pulling at my love lips turned any feeling into pleasure. I was melting against him as he shot his stream of white-hot cream into me making me come hard and agonizingly against him.
Moaning and twisting into me he shot his load deep as I cam kissing his neck and face with hot heavy kisses of desire and joy.
We were both panting on top of the desk, completely wiped out. He snaked his arms around me and lifted me off the desk without taking his cock out of me. Carrying me with his dick inside me, we sat down on the couch.
Tammy, it was delicious to be carried with his cock still up inside me. He was still hard. I guess he hadn't made it in a long time. Or maybe I just really turn him on. Whatever, when we sat down I had my legs wrapped around him and I was moving up and down on his dick as it shoved in and out of me.
Faster and faster I kept bucking and twisting until I heard him shout and he clawed my back. Up and down he dug in and then grabbed my ass just as hard. Faster and faster I twisted on his prick and he kind of reached down into my crotch.
He pressed my lips against his dick as it went in and out. He pinched each one and pulled and then he pushed against my clit. It was so nice. Harder and harder he pushed and I started coming. I was shivering all over asi if I had had me feet in ice water or something.
He kept pumping his belly and hips back and forth poking his dick into me. He had my ass in his hands and he kept jamming me down against his cock. Faster and faster we clutched at each other until he came. Deep and full I felt him flood up inside me and then I couldn't feel anything because I was coming to.
The feeling spread up from my crotch and seemed to wrap all the way around just like he was doing. Rocking back and forth in his arms I came and came until I was limp there and he was spent too.
* * *
"That's a pretty good story Sheila," Tammy said. "Especially for little Sheila Overton, the small town girl who hadn't been around. You certainly have been making up for lost time." Sheila leaned back further against the wall and felt wonderful. Now she would get a sure "A" in organic chemistry. Maybe one or two fucks with the professor that term would assure that. She could keep him on the string for weeks and satisfy him with a little action. It would be so easy.
"yeah," Sheila said "I've got a lot of time to make up. All those years sitting in my room studying and getting hornier every second. Well at least I learned how to masturbate Some people are even afraid of doing that."
"Yeah but a good fuck is so much better than doing it yourself," Tammy said. "There's no comparison." Sheila nodded but she was only half listening to Tammy.
Somehow in her mind had flashed a picture of Professor Rosen down on his knees between her legs sucking at her. His mouth was churning and he was making sucking and blowing sounds. He sounded as grateful as a thirsty man on a desert would be at finding water.
His face was a mask of lust and joy as he plunged deeper and deeper into her pussy. She was writhing under his tongue loving every second of it. But it made her nervous.
His panting and groaning had been such a turn-on when he had been nibbling at her inner lips. But as she remembered them, it made her a little queasy. Tammy noticed Sheila's sudden disquiet and asked her what the matter was.
"There's nothing wrong," Sheila said unconvincingly. "What makes you think there's something wrong?" Tammy shrugged and gave her friend a quizzical look. But Sheila said nothing and they dropped it.
But that strange feeling of disquietude stayed with her until she thought she was really going to crack. Every place she went, she kept hearing Professor Rosen's hoarse pleading voice as he lapped at her pussy and then slammed his dick up inside her.
She had loved it so much when he was doing it. I don't understand, she thought to herself. Why can't I get him out of my mind? Why does it still bother me what we did? don't want to get hung up like that!
That went on for days. She went to class and came home to Tammy in a daze. She hardly talked to people and when she did, she never felt as if she was there.
It got so bad that Tammy finally pressed her about it. Sheila by that point was feeling very lost and confused. She didn't mind very much really when Tammy started to pry.
"I don't know," Sheila said as she sat on the couch in the living room with her head propped in her hands. Her eyes were closed and she was staring blind into the room. "I just feel crummy," she said, after a long pause. It was hard for Sheila to tell her those things.
Telling Tammy that she was hung up about fucking was like telling her mother that she HAD been fucking. At least Sheila felt that way.
Sheila tried to skirt the issue and told Tammy that she didn't know if she wanted to be a doctor, which was true. All the feelings about balling the teacher to get a good grade had made her feel like it wasn't worth anything to be a doctor. It was almost as if she thought that was what she would have to do all the time to become a doctor.
"I don't know," Sheila said, desperately groping to get it out. "Ever since I made it with Professor Rosen, I have felt strange. I think I'm sort of sorry that I did it.
"In a way it kind of makes it not worth it to be a doctor. I mean, what does it mean if all you have to do is fuck the professor to get an "A" in organic. That's supposed to be one of the hardest courses in school!"
"I don't really understand," Tammy said. "After all, if you want to be a doctor, you should do everything you can to be one. It doesn't mean anything what you get in organic. You could probably be a great doctor even if you failed it.
"So you found a way to get around it. So what? Do you want to spend five hours a night studying organic? Is that what you want to do?"
Sheila remembered how good it felt to trip at the party. She remembered how good it had felt to have that tall blonde guy fuck her when she was feeling so frightened. She didn't want to give that up.
"You can't go running around every night and lay every guy you see and still study enough to get good grades," Tammy said. "It's impossible. Maybe you could have a boyfriend who you slept with but even he would have to come second to your studies."
Sheila made a face involuntarily. That was most certainly what she didn't want. The idea of a steady boyfriend appalled her. She wanted to be free to fuck with whoever she wanted.
That was that.
"See," Tammy said when she saw Sheila's reaction, "I knew that's not what you wanted. So I'm telling you, you can use anything or method to get what you want.
"If it's money or good grades or people, you have to go out and get it. Anything is fair as long as you are trying to get what you want."
They sat there at an impasse for a few minutes. Then Tammy brightened. "Look, you don't have any classes tomorrow. I have a great idea how we can spend tonight. I have to go call someone."
Sheila wanted to protest and ask what Tammy had in mind. But something which wanted the same thing kept her from asking. She didn't want Tammy to dissuade her from fucking around. She wanted Tammy to tell her that it was all right to fuck and make love no matter what the consequences. That was what she liked most about Tammy. She seemed to do just what she liked. She didn't seem to be worried that someone would think she was this or that. She just did it.
Tammy got off the phone and came back in beaming. "We're really going to have a good time together," she said. "I just called up John and he'll be right over."
"What's he coming over for?" Sheila asked half-knowing the answer already. Tammy smiled and told her to wait and find out.
In her mind, Sheila knew what John was coming over for. She had heard his name bandied about in conversation. His full name was John Shepherd and he was a guy about twenty-five who lived in the neighborhood.
He was at one time a student but he had either graduated or dropped out. He had odd jobs, sometimes as a teacher, sometimes as a social worker. Other times he would turn up as a salesman at a drugstore.
He was like a chameleon. Whatever situation he was put in, he blended right in. He was perfectly capable of turning up one night at a party with a beard and hair over his shoulders and the next day downtown with no beard and a short haircut.
Sheila had seen him once or twice on campus. He was cute in a very unstriking way. He didn't so much stand out in a crowd as NOT stand out. While everyone else was scurrying around from one place and appointment to the next, he always seemed to have time to kill and hours to spend just being mellow and friendly.
That, plus his age, was what probably attracted the hordes of young girls to him. He was never without female companionship and he always seemed to be in bed with some new girl when friends came to call.
His laid back attitude about everything seemed to work like a charm on the undergraduates so used to frantic and insecure guys their own age.
Whatever the charm he had, he had a reputation. Most of the women who had been around the community a little while made fun of him. Every time they heard about another exploit of his, they jeered. But there were very few who passed up the opportunity to ball him and those who had somehow missed his attentions listened with concealed jealousy to the stories of those who hadn't.
"Hello there," he said as Tammy opened the door. He was short and rather fuzzy-looking, with dark-brown curls. His face was smooth and his frank eyes looked at them both with a twinkle.
"I hope I haven't kept you waiting," he said with a laugh. He came in and Tammy introduced him to Sheila.
"I've seen you around campus," John said. "I wondered who you were but I just never seemed to be able to say hello. Hello." He stuck out his hand and shook hers.
"You know, you're pretty difficult to miss on campus," he said, gesturing to her size and figure. "Everyone I know has asked me who you were because I'm supposed to know everyone, especially women."
She blushed and Tammy took him by the hand and led him into her room. Her bed was up on a board, mounted on cinderblocks and they sat down there.
"Ah, some killer weed," John said as Tammy took out the crock full of grass. She pulled put the plastic bag and carefully made three gigantic joints.
"This is really dynamite grass John," she said lighting the first joint and taking a short toke. Then she passed it to John. He took a puff and then another. He swelled up like a blowfish and his face got red.
"You always were a hog," Tammy said to him. Then turning to Sheila she said, "You have to be careful with John and grass. Sometimes you pass him a joint and you never get it back! He's the original grass hog!"
She burst out laughing and so did John sending what seemed like two lungfuls of smoke in Sheila's direction. It smelled good to her as she sniffed. Then she took the joint and dragged deeply on it. Tammy was right.
It was powerful stuff and as soon as the first hit was in her lungs, she felt everything slow and loosen. Her whole body just seemed to start to flow over itself. The muscles in her back and chest eased up and she leaned back on her elbows feeling much better.
She handed the joint to Tammy and watched the short girl's delicate fingers as she took the cigarette. Her fingers and arms were slender and delicate and Sheila followed them as she pulled the joint to her lips.
She saw her thin lips part and take the cigarette between. She saw the delicate moist surfaces as they spread across her face.
Her thin nose and the sculptured line of her cheeks entranced Sheila. She stared at her ears, made perfect and gentle as if they had been sculpted from wax.
She followed the line of her neck down until it disappeared beneath her thin wine-dark sweater. Underneath, Sheila saw her firm hard breasts, braless and proud. Her nipples were stiff with the grass and the excitement of the evening she had arranged.
Sheila caught her self as her eyes were wandering down her friend's belly. Her slim waist, so tender and lovely it would be to handle!
But she's a girl! Sheila's brain screamed at her. Her whole head whirled as she tried to make herself look elsewhere. But the more she tried to tear her eyes away, the more she couldn't.
Like an obsession, she had to look at the bulge in Tammy's pants. No matter how she wrestled with herself, her eyes were drawn as if they were steel and her crotch a magnet.
Then, furtively she looked and saw her mons tight against the worn blue jeans Tammy had on. Her shapely legs, more powerful than her body would seem to deserve, shifted under the fabric tight as she leaned forward and gave John the joint.
As she stretched, Sheila had to look at the bulge of her firm breasts against the tight thin sweater. Her nipples seemed to have grown and they hung stiff and so squeezable under the thin fabric.
"Here," John said, his face up close to Sheila's and the joint in his hand. He held it out in front of her and she started as if from a dream. It seemed such a long time since she had stared at Tammy's tits, yet it couldn't have been more than ten seconds.
"It's okay," he said offering it to her again. "It won't hurt you." She took his whole hand unsteadily in hers and brought it to her lips. She took a long drag off the joint and held it way down deep inside.
It swirled around her lungs, burning with the heat and smoke. Yet she could feel it course into her blood and she held it in longer and longer.
Then with a painful throb, she could hold it in no longer. In a rush, she spilled the air from her lungs and the dizzy high feeling washed over her.
She was swaying back and forth, like a tower in the wind. Then toppling far over in slow motion, she fell to the bed. As she hit she rolled from side to side sighing with sweet relief.
For what seemed like a long time, she lay and listened to their words. But she couldn't make sense of the syllables. They were broken and kept garbling and reforming themselves into snatches of imaginary conversation.
It was a long time it seemed to Tammy since she had looked at Tammy's lovely face. It was so delicate and beautiful. It seemed so harmless to look at her like that. Her body was just a body like anyone else's.
What did it matter if she looked at it? What did it matter even if she touched it a little? What if she wanted to touch it a lot? It really didn't matter.
"How are you doing, Sheila?" John said with his mouth very near her ear. She could feel the heat of his body and the depression in the bed where he rested his weight.
She smiled vacantly and turned toward him. "I'm fine," she said and he ran his fingertips up and down her neck. She turned her head to the other side to give him more room to stroke. It felt so nice she wanted him to do it more.
He nibbled at her ear and ran the tip of his tongue inside. She sighed deeper with each wet lick. It sounded like the sea when he shoved the tip of his tongue in her sound hole. Wet and close she could hear him lapping.
He reached down and opened her jeans. It was so unexpected and welcomed. She didn't realize how they were constricting her until she felt them off. Then her bare belly felt wonderful.
"Yes," she smiled, her eyes half-closed as he pulled her pants down her long, full thighs and calves. "That feels good."
He stroked his fingers up her belly and caressed under her T-shirt. Her full tits lay like luscious mounds of whipped cream, soft and yielding on her chest.
He pulled her nipple between his fingers and she was so warm and sexy. He blew hot air on her belly and she writhed back and forth. He licked out her bellybutton and the wet beautiful feeling was so nice.
Murmuring softly in the back of her throat, she felt someone taking her T-shirt off. She opened her eyes and there was Tammy, naked and smiling, pulling off her T-shirt.
Sheila wiggled under their fingers. At her pussy, John played his lips and she moved her ass back and forth on the bed.
He mounted on the bed and pulled off his shirt and shoes, she saw his compact body, his full chest and flat muscled stomach. Tammy's fingers were on her tits pulling them gently in soft strokes as she watched John undress.
He opened his pants and she saw the thin tangle of hair on his belly thicken as it plunged own toward his crotch. He yanked his pants off his hips and slid them off.
His hard cock stood out from his body rigid with desire. She reached up to touch it and his whole belly. She pulled him down on top of her, caressing his stomach and nibbling on his nipples.
He laughed as she started chewing hard and gave hers a more-than-playful tweak. But it felt luscious to her. She rolled her tit around at his hand and he ran his fingers into her creamy snatch.
Her love lips were drenched and her hair was sopping with anticipatory come. He pulled at them and his fingers were sticky with her juice.
Sheila was moving, completely unconscious of anything but his body on top of her. Naked and hard she felt him move and then his prick was against her cunt.
She shivered as if someone had prodded her with an electric charge. She moaned and wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him down. Her vagina was wet but tight.
His thick cock pressed at her lips and pushed into the mass of sopping flesh. She reached around and clawed at his back, down into his ass she reached and grabbed a hunk of ass.
He sighed as she dug her fingers deep into one buttock and he slid deep into her creamy hole. She moaned as his cock buzzed down into her and he started stroking.
He pushed her up so her ass was off the bed and her legs were almost bent double back on her tits. She felt spread wide open and his cock was buried to the hilt in her sweet roll.
She rocked around, her long legs pressed between her tits and his chest. He stroked the side and back of her thighs with his fingernails. Each stroke she whimpered with delight.
She threw her head from side to side and panted with lust. Then she felt a hand on her ankles pulling her legs straight up.
John bounced and slammed up and down in her spread legs and Sheila saw Tammy standing over them holding her legs high.
She pulled them apart and Sheila danced her ass around on the bed in lust. It felt so wild to have Tammy pull her legs apart like that with John between them.
Harder and harder he plunged his cock back and forth at her vaginal wall. Each stroke pulled her lips against her clit and seemed to pull her belly apart with a tingling.
Tammy inched her hands down Sheila's legs until she was holding on around the knees. Then she lowered herself down carefully so her cunt was spread just above Sheila's panting lips.
Ever so slowly she lowered herself the last few inches, letting Sheila smell the fragrant lips and feel John's prick tearing paths of desire through her middle.
Then she pushed her pussy down onto Sheila's face and felt her friend lick and chew as John pounded his powerful penis up into her.
Dancing under the grass haze and the luscious love strokes, Sheila moaned and came hard. Her belly tingled and her tits felt as if they were melting in his fingers as they pulled on her.
Faster and harder she chewed on Tammy as the small blonde girl bucked and twisted hard on her mouth. The three of them twisting and coming pounded against each other until they all exploded in moaning, roaring orgasms.
John spurted deep and hard into Sheila as she lapped and chewed at Tammy. Her mouth was aching with the fatigue of sucking and chewing like that. But her lips and tongue kept gnawing on her clit until Tammy was shrieking with delight.
Sheila's hands were clawing at both of them. She found Tammy's ass-hole and jammed her finger up into it, feeling the rough membranes high up her shit chute.
The three of them rocked and sucked at each other until they were spent and then fell in a heap of spit and come. But lying next to each other only excited them more.
John crawled on top of Tammy as she lay exploring Sheila's ass-hole with her tongue. Deep up her friend's rear hole, she had her tongue as John slammed his hard prick into her vagina from the rear.
Tammy and John stroked Sheila as she himped her ass up at them, grooving on the feeling of all those hands on her.
Tammy held her tits and John had his fingers on her crotch as they rolled from side to side on the hard bed.
Moaning and twisting, Sheila came with fingers and tongues all over her. Pulling harder and harder, John made her come around his fingers as he shot his hot come into Tammy who writhed between them, her ass creamy and smooth against his loins.
CHAPTER FIVE
It was okay, Sheila thought lying on her back in her room. Her paper pigeons were hung from the ceiling by the window and she watched them sway in the slight breeze.
But I wish they hadn't tricked me like that, she thought. It wasn't fair getting me stoned. It just wasn't fair!
At that, she rolled over on her belly weeping and pounding the pillow. "It's not right," she said out loud. "They tricked me," she pleaded if she were defending herself to someone accusing her of doing something wrong.
All the time Tammy said she was my friend she was just lying, Sheila thought. All she cares about is having a good time. Well, that's not my idea of a good time!
"Oh, I don't know," she said, rolling back over on her back and clenching her fist at her mouth. The tears welled up in her eyes and her lips trembled as she tried to hold them back. But she couldn't.
Weeping copiously, her face turned red and she wiped her nose on the back of her hand. She kept shaking her head and rolling from side to side with her hands over her mouth.
First making it with the chemistry professor and now this! It was just too horrible. All the things she ever dreamed about were going up in smoke.
She remembered how she had watched Tammy smoke the cigarette and how her nipples were stiff under her sweater. Then later, when she was fucking John, she remembered how her cunt came down on her mouth. She just sucked it. It didn't matter. She was so stoned and so turned on she would have sucked anything.
It had tasted fine. Pulling on the lips she remembered how they tasted acrid and how her hole was tight around her tongue when she shoved it inside.
Her clit had been long and dangled further down than Sheila's. She remembered how much fun it was to pull it against her teeth and feel Tammy jump with delight.
His cock had been going back and forth in her pussy so fast, she could hardly breathe. Faster and faster it had moved until she was clawing and chewing blind and deaf to everything.
Faster and faster he had tormented her until she came, gnawing on her pussy. It wasn't fair! They had made her do it!
"I didn't want to!" she howled and buried her head in the pillow, crying hard. "I really didn't want to." But even as she cried and her tears made the pillow wet, she knew the he to it.
She had loved it. Soft and flowing she had moved under them. It was delicious to feel Tammy and John on top of her like that. Their bodies were like a hundred mink-covered fingers caressing her.
As she cried, she rocked harder and harder back and forth. Her arms were around the pillow and her whole body was shaking with the sobs.
It came in waves as she remembered how good it had felt to have them poking their fingers in her ear and cunt. Their tongues swishing around her ass-hole together had driven her wild. It made her feel like some kind of sucking animal when they did that. It was better than anything she had ever felt.
Then her tears would dry and she knew that she wasn't really sorry for it. But as she thought about what she had done and how horrible it was, her throat got choked again and the tears would spill out. Over and over it happened until she felt as if she would burst from crying.
"I'll never get to be a doctor," she moaned, pressing her face back into the pillow crying. "I'll end up a fucking secretary," she snarled with sudden vehemence.
She gritted her teeth and thrashed her head around on the bed as if she were in convulsions. Her long sandy-blonde hair was twisted around her head, stray strands matted to her face with the tears.
Finally exhausted, she rolled over on her back and breathed deep. The air felt good, as if she had not tasted it for a long time. She blew her nose and wiped her eyes.
When she lay like that and thought of Tammy and John, she ran all hot and cold. At one instant it seemed to her wonderful to have them both lay with her, kissing and stroking. Then her belly tingled with excitement and she remembered John's hard body on top of her, stroking himself back and forth like a worm.
Then she curled her toes and closed her eyes rubbing the back of her hands between her thighs in delight. Her stomach and tits tingled deep with desire when she thought of them like that.
But just as suddenly her blood would run cold. Her belly would turn to ice and turn over. She was afraid. She had not felt that afraid ever.
Somehow it was frightening to make it with those two together. She didn't understand and she could hardly bring the words up into her head to explain it. It was all such a new and horrible feeling.
Somehow it was a feeling she had never felt before. She searched down inside herself, trying to decide why it was she felt the way she did.
But all she knew was that she was afraid. Now that she was losing her dream of being a doctor, she had nothing. Her parents thought she should become a secretary or school teacher and she didn't know what she wanted to be now.
"They don't care about me either," she said out loud, her eyes burning again. "All they care about is having a good time. As soon as they find some else, they'll just leave me like an old rag. Some friend Tammy is!"
The fear ebbed a little with the coming of the anger. Then she clenched her fist until her fingernails poked deep holes in her palm. When she opened her hand, she saw she had drawn blood.
But the fear was gone and in its place was a resolve to control herself. She wasn't going to let them suck her in no matter how hard they tried.
She pounded her fist down on the bed in determination and felt much, much better. Even the terrible fear of not being a doctor was gone. In its place was a warm feeling of being in control, no matter if she didn't become a doctor. At least she wouldn't have to be afraid any more, no matter what the reason.
After that, she saw much less of Tammy. The older girl had a job in the university bookstore and that, in addition to her studying and sleeping around, made it so that the two friends didn't see each other very much.
When they did, the relations were less than warm. Sheila never stopped being polite, but she was still angry. Some of the feelings she had inside about controlling herself were kept alive by her anger at Tammy. To give in and confess to her how it had frightened her to make it with her and John would have meant to let down her defense. The last thing she wanted to do was let down her defense.
If she had done that, she might have ended up back in bed with Tammy. For she still thought her small delicate body was lovely. She was drawn to it as someone is drawn to a deformity, the fear of her made Tammy repulsive but she couldn't keep her eyes off her the times they were together.
Her full hard tits moved like a dancer's as Tammy moved around the apartment. It was so easy to imagine her naked and smiling her drugged half-smile as they made love.
Tammy was like a coin. Bright and shiny on one side, all she had to do was take a few tokes of a joint and she spun around landing smoky-side up.
Then her eyes, light brown and lucid became darker and her face, so sharp and delicate seemed to grow wrapped in a haze. It wasn't only the wreath of grass smoke which always enveloped her when she smoked. It was also the warm flushed feeling which ran through her like a river washing away her bright shiny smile.
In its places was a warm furry glow and half-closed eyes. Her movements became lost and she smiled soft and sweet like a drunk knowing she was still as lovely as before.
Then her body was no longer lithe and always moving. It was when she was stoned that she seemed to run down into the child Sheila remembered. Lying on the couch, Sheila had seen her hardly moving, holding the joint between her thumb and forefinger, passing it languidly.
Not until she began to make love stoned, did Tammy again become lithe and strong. Moving under John's caresses, she had been like a locomotive building speed and power. Each stroke over her breasts made her belly tighten and move with a sure taut ripple.
Her breath had panted harder and Sheila despite her fear remembered it a hot dew on her face. Each caress made Tammy grow long and hard again. Her body moved like a whip against the two of them. Her thighs and calves had churned like a roped stallion's when John had jammed his fingers into her honey pie.
She had twisted around his lingers hot and hard, growing more and more lost in the dope haze as she did. Brushing their tits lightly together had made Sheila pant in ecstasy. Her red nippled had been hard and like little stones perched on her chest as Tammy brushed over them.
But that's all over, Sheila thought decisively, turning away from her daydream. I'm not going to get mixed up in that any more, she thought, focusing her attention back on Professor Rosen.
He was going on about a benzene ring and Sheila found it impossible to keep her mind focused on his word. Her eyes kept wandering to his crotch and searching out the bulge there which marked where his prick rubbed against his dull-blue trousers.
Each time he turned on his heels as he paced the platform she thought she could see the tip of his prick poke against the fabric.
She tried but she couldn't keep her mind off the good fuck in his office when she had felt his prick slide hot and wet into her.
She rubbed her thighs together in discomfort and shifted around in the seat. He looked up as he was talking and gave her a faint smile as he saw her move. She buried her face back down in her notes and blushed deep crimson.
She pressed her legs tighter together as if he were trying to look up her skirt. As she did, she felt her labia damp with her desire.
The rest of the lecture she assiduously avoided looking at him. It was as if he were walking back and forth on the platform with his prick hanging out of his pants. It took a supreme amount of willpower to keep from looking at him, but she did it.
As the term progressed, it became easier and easier to go to organic and the rest of her classes. She rearranged her room and found it much easier to get her studying done. She no longer spent her hours in the library staring at the ceiling or roaming aimlessly through the stacks.
By the Christmas vacation she was rolling along. She was pulling "A's" in all of her courses and she was confident of making it through the term with the grade intact.
Unfortunately, the vacation was a break between the last week of classes and finals. It meant that she had to go home and hassle with her parents before coming back to take her finals.
She managed to convince them that she had to stay up at school for the last half of vacation to get some work done. They bitched terribly about it and said she was an ungrateful daughter.
But it was getting easier to handle them and their twisting and turning didn't bother her quite so much. It was almost heaven to be back at school after being home. A lonely heaven but Sheila was beginning to think that was what heaven was.
After the forced gaiety of Christmas, her aunts, uncles and horrid little cousins, the quiet of the apartment was welcome. She really didn't think she had weathered the whole thing too badly.
They had stopped complaining about her transferring and her grades were beyond reproach. Although they didn't stop braying about what a wonderful teacher she would make with her good grades, it didn't seem to bother her all that much.
The whole thing had been over very quickly and when she had kissed them good-bye, she had been genuinely sorry to go. They were, for all their narrowness trying very hard to find a way to love her.
Even so, the blessed feeling of relief she got on the train was almost as strong as if she had injected some miraculous drug.
Rocking and rolling along the aged roadbed the train made a sweet sound. "Away-chick, away-chick, away-chick," it intoned and she listened with her head leaned up against the glass. The town was quiet and she felt very peaceful.
Even so, the days alone in the apartment started to drag. She was glad when classes started again, and Tammy came back. For the first time she embraced her with real warmth, and listened to her stories of her week, which involved two different guys and a skiing lodge.
It was really fun to listen to her stories. It made her forget for a moment how she felt about what had happened between them. Somehow it seemed to wipe everything that had happened away for a moment.
But after an hour or so, Sheila got tired of listening to how "groovy" the guys Tammy had been with were. Suddenly, she was very bored with all the stories about the dynamite drugs and the great balling. She got angry and jealous all at once and in a very poorly concealed huff went into her room to finish a paper she was doing.
When classes started again, she didn't see very much of Tammy which was just as well. Her work consumed her again and she let it.
The week of exams was a breeze for her. She took the tests by storm and aced each one in its turn. By the end of the week she was sure she had gotten "A's" in all her courses. But the more sure she got, the less it meant to her.
When her last exam was over, she walked out of the gym into the soft, cold snow, feeling so desolate she didn't know which way to go.
Each direction seemed destined to take her some place flat and boring. Empty and cold she walked through the open walks and stark trees. All around her, students bundled against the cold and haggard with the ravages of "ups" passed her.
Late in the afternoon, she wandered back to her apartment and made herself a cup of tea. Sitting in the window and watching the snow fall made her feel as if the whole building was flying through a space filled with white flecks.
Slow and steady, like a spaceship bound for Mars, she felt the building move through the air. Hypnotizing her in her misery, the snow swished past the window making soft brushing sounds against the window.
Faster, little eddies spun occasionally in the greyness. But the regularity of the blanket was mesmerizing. She rolled herself a joint from Tammy's stash, feeling guilty about stealing her grass. But the smoke felt good going down and in a minute, she didn't care.
She was warm again for a little while. She watched the color drain out of the sky and soon the sky was black. On the floor, all she could see from the window was empty sky. No lights or trees softened the transition and it was very abrupt as the light just drained away.
Soon her whole body was glowing with the grass and her mind was struggling out from under her depression. In a muddled way she tried to understand what was bothering her.
She was hornier than she had ever remembered. Even when she had been a virgin, she had never felt the need so much to feel a man thrusting in her, taking away the empty feeling.
Taking her further and further with his caresses, she wanted a man to move her. She wanted someone to feel her where she could not feel herself. Even masturbating had lost its kick. It no longer was even a poor substitute for screwing.
But she gave up, in the face of desire, trying to figure what it was bothering her and started scheming how she could find someone to make it with.
She forgot her resolve not to sleep around any more. She forgot all her terror and loneliness after making it with John and Tammy. All she knew was that she was horny.
Suddenly, she remembered the improvisational theater they were putting on at school to celebrate the end of exams. She glanced up at the clock and saw she had plenty of time to make it.
Grabbing two bulky sweaters, she pulled them on over her flowered long-sleeved blouse and wrestled herself into her pea coat. The snow was swifling harder in the dark when she pushed her front door open and stepped into it.
She was puffing against the wind by the time she got to the studio. But the lights on the top floor looked warm and inviting and there were students lounging just inside the door.
The exams seemed ages ago and last term was even further away. The grass was coming on strong and she thought to herself that the last joint must have been rolled with some special stuff.
The kaleidoscope of colors and faces swirled around and she swan through it happily. Upstairs they had already started, a dozen or so actors dressed in colorful circus costumes.
The improvisation was based loosely around a circus. The different stock circus characters, the strongman, the ringmaster, the fat lady, the lion tamer and all the rest were there.
She sat in a heap amidst a pile of happy "freaks" talking and laughing, obviously stoned out of their minds. One guy was rolling back and forth on the floor quietly, a grin on his face, tripping his brains out.
They passed her a joint as she sat down and she took one very long toke and was gone. Colors swirled around and the room became suddenly still in the midst of the noise.
Suddenly, a cymbal crashed and the room seemed to ripple like a reflection in a stone-stirred pond. The lights glistened and shimmered.
Circus music played in the background off from somewhere. Then as if they came from a far distance, she saw the procession of circus actors, dressed in costumes, moving toward her.
The line seemed to have a life of its own as it snaked closer and she saw them more distinctly. The whole room seemed to grow and change, one second being a big top and the next a meadow.
She saw all the characters. The fat lady was an immensely fat girl dressed in a very skimpy bikini with sequins on it. The strongman was a weightlifter greased and shining in the lights.
There were torches burning and the procession snaked in front of her as if it itself were a giant animal. Then she saw him.
Standing tall and lithe was the blonde-haired boy who had taken her to bed when she had been tripping at the party. He was dressed only in very skimpy leopard-skin briefs.
His long arms and legs were tanned and his body had not one ounce of fat on it. She could see his tight buttocks as he walked in time to the music bowing to the crowd.
She could see he was the tumbler and he and a girl did acrobatic tricks as they walked along.
She saw his chest tense as he lifted her over his head. His thighs, like tight steel bands, grew tighter as he supported the weight of her.
Turning and swinging, she moved over his head and then down between his legs so gracefully. As she swung, Sheila felt her whole body start to dissolve. The same feeling she had had when he put his cock into her that night came back. She began to moan hoarsely and see the lights dissolve and glimmer.
The whole room suddenly had grids in front of it. Between her and everything she looked at she saw the grids moving against one another, making sharp patterns in the air.
Then things began to drip as if the light from the torches were oil and it were burning in a stream over everything. Her breath was harder and louder as she saw the blonde boy standing with his legs apart and his partner standing on his thighs.
Her torso was facing her and she could see her chest and thighs strain as he held her up there by the wrists. They quivered with concentration and suddenly she saw his cock grow out from his pants and ram up her ass.
Like a tree, she seemed to see it grow hard and knobby as it poked harder up her rear chute. Her straining on his legs became a dance as if his penis were a foot up her ass-hole.
Moving on the floor, Sheila felt as if his cock were up her ass-hole. She moved her ass around on the floor sensuously and pressed her fingers on her breasts. Each little quiver his partner gave made her guts swirl inside and she sucked breath frantically.
Twisting and turning on the floor she came up her ass-hole. The tingling feeling was like a red-hot poker and it filled her guts as she bucked and ground herself around. Then suddenly, the woman was on the floor tumbling and landing on her feet.
She thrust her hands over her head triumphantly and they both stood to receive the applause of the crowd. It was bizarre for the applause the crowd gave them seemed to be directed at her for her coming. She felt like standing and bowing with them.
Everything was breaking apart into jagged little pieces and she fell back down on the floor, letting herself just drift.
It seemed like hours she moved through the blackness behind her eyelids. The feeling swept through her body in waves and ripples, making her move her hands and thighs in fluttery movements.
Her mouth was open and she breathed hoarsely between her teeth. Shivering and rocking against the people around her, they held her when she moaned. She felt as if she were a baby being rocked and the feeling was so nice, she didn't want to open her eyes. She trusted them so much.
Then she sensed the torches had gone out. The warm spot in the room had suddenly gone cold and her body sensed it without her eyes seeing. Then he was bending over her.
"How you doing?" he asked and she opened her eyes. He had on a T-shirt and blue jeans and his hair was in a tight pony tail. She smiled at him and reached out her hand.
He pulled her up and in that movement, she felt his powerful chest and legs as they worked. He was like a greyhound, his chest flat and even with his muscled belly.
Even when he carried her there was a hunch to his shoulders and she felt his body like a bow against her. She leaned her head against his chest and felt his heartbeat. She rubbed her whole face and smelled his sweat.
"You're really tripping, aren't you?" he said. She nodded and rubbed her face against his breast. Under his thin white shirt, she felt his nipple hard and she bit it. He laughed and the laugh rumbled deep in his chest, feeling her with tenderness for him.
She hugged him tighter and he hiked her up higher in his arms.
"Why don't you come back to my place, little girl?" he said.
"Only if you tell me you're name," she said, looking up into his face. His long face was changing and moving like it had that night at the party. She could feel his fingers and the muscles of his chest moving and tensing, holding her firm.
"Don't you like me being a stranger?" he asked.
"No," she said, burying her face in his chest and almost bursting into tears. He pulled her close and stroked her hair.
"I'm sorry," he said. "My name is Bob and I know your name is Sheila. I know your roommate Tammy. I've been hoping I'd see you around, but I haven't."
She nodded her head as he carried her into the foyer and she put her sweaters on. She was trembling against him and as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her out into the snow, she felt as if they were setting out for the South Pole.
In the time she had been inside, the snow had accumulated in little drifts, dry and powdery on the paths. They plowed through it and she felt like a ship moving through the ocean, making a foamy white bow wave.
Her whole body rocked back and forth and she felt as if she would just fall over in the snow and freeze to death if he should let her go. But he didn't, and after what seemed like an eternity, they were finally there.
It was like another world inside his house.
Warm and orange everything glowed. The cat and curtains were soft and the rugs on the floor muffled everything so she felt as if she were walking inside a womb.
He lit the fire and soon she was sitting in front of it. She rubbed her hands together and began to feel the heat of the flames.
Suddenly the paper caught the first thick pieces of kindling and it burst high up into the chimney, yellow and wild.
Her heart jumped into her throat as she watched the flames lick at the wood. She pulled off her two sweaters and lay them on the floor to warm up.
Her blouse felt thin as gossamer in the heat. She leaned back on her arms stiff behind her and pushed her bare feet close to the flames.
The heat was delicious on her soles and she wiggled her whole body delightedly. Under her blouse her breasts brushed the silky fabric and suddenly she wanted to take it off.
"Why don't you take your clothes off and curl up by the fire," Bob said as if reading her mind. "You look like you could really dig that." She grinned at him and opened the button down the front of her blouse.
He helped her pull it off her arms and she lay on her back and he opened the snap to her blue jeans. Her big lovely body had profited by the stay at the university.
Tammy's style of cooking had taught her to eat rice and vegetables and the ten pounds she had lost made her a stunning figure.
Her belly was gently curved in two hills, her bellybutton in a valley. He watched her skin, less tawny than he remembered it, moved satiny in the orange-yellow glow of the fire.
Her arms were over her head and the hair under her arms, long and unshaved glistened with tiny drops of sweat. He licked his lips longing to taste all her flavors, her armpits, lips and vagina.
Her hips moved from side to side on the soft worn rug as he slipped her jeans down her thighs and calves. Her legs lifted and he pulled her pants off.
Her pants, bulging at the crotch with her mons, were damp with her juice. He slipped his fingers under her elastic waistband and she sighed.
"Oh," she moaned, heaving her tits up and down with desire. "I can feel your fingers all over my belly. They feel like feathers and soft things. It really turns me on."
He laughed and kneaded the flesh on her belly softly. Her muscles rippled under the skin. Her breath moved in and out and she moaned.
In her eyes she saw shapes unfolding and contracting with the strokes of his supple fingers. He seemed to form her like putty and she moved sensuously on the floor.
Her naked behind rubbed down onto the rug until she could feel the nap between her ass cheeks. Each time he pushed, she traced patterns of joy along her thighs and hips.
Over and over he caressed her middle until she felt as if she were going to come around his hand as if it were a cock.
"Please," she moaned and reached up for him. She saw him smile and his smile became devilish. She saw horns and a tail sprout from him and felt a hot terror in her which she thrilled at.
He stood up and stripped his clothes off with the fire casting angry orange streaks of light over him. His shadow was absolutely black in the room and the only light was from the fire.
She watched him take off his low boots, standing on one leg at a time, his thighs bulging. Then he stripped his shirt and pants in quick fluid movements. She saw the shadows on his ribs and she could see his lings as if his skin were transparent.
In and out his breath went and it seemed as if his whole body was a giant phallus. Then his briefs were off and she saw his penis. It seemed a gigantic engine which pulsed two and three inches each time the blood spurted through it.
Pounding hard, her blood moved in turgid waves in her belly. He knelt over her and put his mouth down to her vulva. She felt his breath hot on her lips and then his tongue on her clitoris.
Like a sharp jolt, the tip of his tongue touched her love font and the shock made her twist her hips around and buck up at his mouth.
He grabbed her ass in his hands and crushed the luscious flesh. She tensed and he pulled her flesh in sweet strokes.
She groaned in the back of her throat and the spit gurgled as she breathed. Wet and hot like a boiling ocean he moved his Ups and tongue against her pussy and she spread her legs more and more.
Deeper and harder he chewed with his teeth into her tender inner labia. The quivering membranes were like gelatinous cave walls as he lapped and sucked.
He pushed his finger deep up into the wet hole and chewed down on her clit, making Sheila moan. Faster and faster she twisted around on his tongue. He spluttered and moaned as she buried her fingers into the back of his head and dug in.
Pushing deeper and deeper with every finger grasp, she made him eat her out like she had never been eaten before. She didn't care about sucking him or doing anything reciprocal.
Swinging her ass around, she lay back and grooved on the frantic lapping and chewing at her snatch. He nibbled at her clit, pulling the long, hard thing up and out, making her quiver with delight.
She pushed his mouth harder into her cunt and planted her feet on the floor, pushing her pussy up at him, Bob loved it and licked deep into the acrid love slash.
His fingers churned at her ass and plowed up into her ass-hole. She felt as if a thousand tongues and fingers were churning at her snatch. Faster and faster he moaned and she felt split up the middle.
His long, hot tongue flashed in and out of her hole but the more she rolled her hips against it, the more she wanted something solid.
"Come on, don't wait to do it," she pleaded, clawing down his back with her fingernails. She sighed and moved her body soft along him as she felt him moving up between her legs.
First his chest and then his belly slid up over her cunt. As if she were reading a road map, she pictured his body in her mind and anticipated what was next.
Then his belly narrowed and she felt her legs around his waist. On the inside of her thighs she felt his hard hips. That's when she tingled with the thick pubic hair which tantalized her spread-open love lips.
Deeper and harder he pressed against her and she felt the thick hot tangle of his box hot against her open crack. She crushed her thighs together, writhing with longing and he pressed up her until she felt the length of his hard penis against her snatch.
Her lips seemed to nibble at his prick as she moved every muscle in her body against him. Over and over she panted in his ear, pulling the tiny hairs at the base of his neck tenderly.
"My hands," she panted. "My hands!" she moaned, and they fluttered faint and weak on his back. Shooting through her belly flashes of lust made her twitch and she clutched him with her legs.
Pressing the strange-feeling hands against his muscled back, she felt as if he were a hot rod between her legs.
Pumping hard and furiously she felt the tip of his cock move up against the hole of her cunt and poise there. Then, in an agonizingly slow arch he moved his body away from her and angled the shaft of his prick around until it was set to plunge.
"I can't stand it," she howled, suddenly finding her whole body charged and powerful.
"Oh baby," he shivered in her ear as her legs and arms clutched him down into her honey roll. Hard straight and along he stroked all the way inside and rolled his hips with his rod inside. To the hilt he plunged and she screamed. Long and hard it came, a passionate howl from her center. "Give it to me!" she begged long and loud on the last word.
He pulled his steaming cock out and plunged in until his balls were banging against her anus and his pubic bone banged hers.
In and out, sending charges hot through her whole body he moved. Her legs pumped on the back of his, her heels grinding up and down on his thighs.
Panting and twisting, she pulled her fingernails into his back and pulled him over. Away from the fire the chill made her press closer to him. Her ass was cold as it bobbed high in the air with each of his hard strokes. '
He reached around and ran the tip of his finger against her ass-hole. Her lovely buttocks tensed as she felt his finger rim her shit hole.
Around and around he teased her as he plunged his dick in and out her cunt. Then he ran his finger down into her vaginal hole from behind and pressed it in alongside his prick.
The extra thickness made her moan with pleasure but he didn't keep it there long. Dragging cunt juice up her ass crack he lubricated her nether hole and rammed his finger all the way up.
She pressed her body savagely down on his and howled with unsuppressed delight. She threw her head back and pressed her long neck on his face, undulating her pleasure.
"Yes!" she moaned long and hot, her voice wavering as she bucked his fingers up into her ass-hole. She tensed her shit tube tight around his finger and ground his cock hard between her legs.
Twisting and humping up and down until her body moved like a whip. Faster and harder she screamed and came with his cock and fingers jammed up her middle.
She couldn't speak and didn't want to. Her mind roared as she let him kiss her neck so hard his teeth sunk in. He was like a clam sucking brutally until the blood flowed. But her mind and body were racing hard and feverishly so nothing felt painful.
Only pleasure rolled through her belly and hips where his hand held her. Pumping her hips in his grasp, she felt the electric tingle explode but it was harder than she had ever felt it.
Harder even than the last time she had tripped out, it came. It was all the passion of the party-fuck coming back on top of the luscious feelings of Bob's cock in her pussy at the moment.
Harder, until she felt as if he were battering to open her wide asunder, she felt him pound his dick up her.
"Yes," she moaned coming and feeling his gism pounding in the base of his prick. Bulging around his cock, her labia felt his blood and come pound together until she screamed and felt him shoot like a star up into her vagina.
Pounding his finger and penis deep into her, he moved frantically, shooting come hot into her pussy. Deep and hard he plowed up into her and she howled with delight sucking him dry with her long luscious body strokes until they had melted into one.
CHAPTER SIX
It was a hard winter. The snow piled deep and cold on the side of the building. It froze into solid glaciers of frigid ice and burned Sheila's hand when she slipped and fell on it.
Taking her books to class was an arduous trip. The wind blew off the northern plains as if it had a vengeance. Bent on destroying all human feeling and it seemed to course down the streets scouring everything not bundled in four layers of wool.
Sheila did indeed get straight "A's". She stared at her transcript when it came in the mail with exaggerated indifference. She even took care to leave it buried under her old school newspapers which she read only with contempt and snickering.
By the end of February she was living with Bob. From the first time he had carried her home, he entranced her. His long powerful body, a dancer's and acrobat's mesmerized her until she could hardly keep her hands off him when he was near.
Then there was Tammy to contend with. For the few weeks she was still living with her, Sheila was insanely jealous of her old friend. She knew that Tammy would have no compunction about sleeping with Bob.
It enraged Sheila to think about that, and it didn't make her feel any better wondering whether or not Bob would take Tammy up on the offer. It occurred to her that he probably would.
That was one of the major reasons she moved in with him so quickly. She had to keep tabs on him all the time. There was something about him which she desperately needed.
He was older, twenty-five and he'd been in the army. He didn't talk much about that or anything else for that matter.
He just told her simply that he had enlisted and spent four years in the Marines starting when he was seventeen. After that, he had wandered around the country for a year working at whatever could keep him in food, clothes and grass.
His body was taut and lean like a greyhound's and he looked as if he hadn't picked up any baggage since he had been on the road.
His long blonde hair he wore habitually in a pony tail. Sheila had never known a guy who wore his hair that way. Somehow she had always thought it would look effeminate. But looking at Bob her grew dry with desire.
The hard lines in his face were emphasized by the severe pull of his hair back from his forehead. Straight back from his hairline the blonde curls were stretched taut. All the way back to the rope he wore to keep it tight, his curly hair was straight.
Then below the rope it burst into golden curls which Sheila loved to play with. She loved to run her fingers through it and then pull the rope off suddenly freeing his curls in cascades of lovely soft hair.
Her fingers could not keep out of his hair or off his shoulders and chest. She loved to feel the ripple of ribs under his dark skin. Mottled and blotched strangely as if he were a piece of blotting paper someone had been working on, his skin was colored.
His long uncircumcised penis she loved to fondle at her lips and feel grow. He could lie for hours like that and she loved to feel his thighs on either side of her head protecting her as she suckled him.
His foreskin he loved to have her nip. Flipping her tongue in under the foreskin she used to drive his belly into spasms of delight.
Her hands were gentle on his balls as she stroked them tenderly and blew hot up and down his shaft. His lean hard legs would move slowly on each side of her head and he nibbled on her thick lovely bush.
Chewing and sucking on each other's genitals they would lie in bed for hours stroking and growing almost insane with desire.
They held each other's asses tight and kneaded the buttocks as each sucked the other deep and tender. Faster and slower they would rock making the other groan in sweet pleasure. It was so lovely Sheila felt sometimes that she would faint. Then she clawed at him and rolled on her back begging him to fuck her. At times he would tease her and she would have to climb aboard and jam his stiff cock into her own cunt.
Deep and full she could churn him around while he lay on his back smiling up at her. She loved to watch his reaction as she reached behind her ass and stroked his prick with her fingernail as it slid in and out of her. When she bent still further back she loved to watch his face.
Pulling and stroking his balls drove him wild. His face contorted with lust and he writhed under her. His whole body seemed to grow lithe and harder. The more she stroked his testicles the more he moaned until he could no longer control himself and he embraced her savage balling.
The way he rolled between her legs, slamming his hard penis up into her snatch again and again, drove her wild. He stroked harder and longer than anyone she had ever made it with.
She just kept coming when he started stroking. Letting go completely was easy for she knew that he would be going for a long time.
She didn't have to worry that her passionate twisting would make him come too soon. No matter what she did, jam her finger up his ass or suck his ear she couldn't make him come sooner that he wanted.
Even stroking his balls didn't work unless he wanted it to. Sometimes she grew a little jealous of him and tried to make him come. He was so confident and sure in his ability to control his jism that it sometimes annoyed her. But it never annoyed her too much for she reaped the benefits of it in blinding orgasms which left her limp for half an hour.
The longer she lived with him the more they balled. It got so that she couldn't get any work done at night. He would be behind her, rubbing her big tits in his hand and stroking his hard prick against her ass through her pants.
She couldn't resist him at all. Every fuck was great. It got to be almost a joke. She used to tell him that such success was boring. A little failure would be a change, she hinted.
But the humor faded when he reached down and opened her jeans. When she felt the zipper slide down and his fingers touch her belly, her mouth would pop open.
Her lips were always wet when his fingers reached them and the thing he did there made them even wetter. The way he rolled his fingers over her clitoris made her weak in the knees.
It would have been funny had she been watching herself, to see her knees buckle and her frame collapse against him. But it wasn't funny to Sheila. Her nipples were stone-hard and her labia was sopping and she would clutch him as if she were drowning. There was nothing she could do about what he did to her. Every time he came on she just fell apart.
In a few weeks she just gave up. She hardly opened a book the rest of the semester. She lost another five pounds just from balling. Instead of eating or studying they would ball. He was incredible in his control and she loved him more than anyone she had ever met.
But for all that they hardly talked at all. She knew that his parents were divorced and his father lived in California where he grew up. She knew of course he had been in the Marines but he was very vague what exactly he had done and was much more reticent to talk about it than about the time previous to that or after.
She just dropped the subject after a while. It wasn't worth messing up their lovelife. Nothing was. It was very easy living with him. He hardly talked and so asked for little.
He had a job where he earned enough to keep his apartment and buy food. He went to school, mostly acting and dance classes which were required.
It was very easy for Sheila to fall into his pattern and she did. She cut classes left and right. She smoked quiet a bit although Bob didn't do all that much grass.
She just let herself get high and appreciate the good feeling around her boyfriend and no matter how she was feeling he always made her feel better.
The fact that they didn't talk about things, past or future didn't really bother her. It was amazing how easily they got along without hassling about simple everyday things.
But that was the way it was. Everything could be ironed out with a joint and a good lay. Sometimes her vagina was almost sore from all the balling. But she hardly minded.
Her parents thought she was still living with Tammy. It had taken them three months to discover she wasn't living in the dorm. They had been furious but had withdrawn their deposit for the second semester dorm space. No sense in wasting good money.
Tammy transferred messages whenever there were any. She and her former friend hardly spoke at all. A few times she showed up at parties Bob and Sheila went to. But they avoided talking to each other.
Spring was late in that part of the country. The beginning of April was still hard into winter. No matter how much they thought about the leaves budding and the birds coming back it just never happened until May. There was no way to rush and they could only wait.
By then Sheila was doing a lot of dope. Whenever someone came over to visit Bob and brought drugs, Sheila tried them. Cocaine, LSD and speed were a steady part of her diet. Other things she leavened these with.
But, all the while she was getting more and more strung out behind all the combinations of drugs, sex kept getting better.
Her body was growing more and more beautiful. No longer was her big lovely body haunted with a hint of thickness. Her tawny smooth skin was lovely. Her large full breasts hung against her chest accented by her narrow waist. She was but it was all in lovely proportion.
Her thighs were tight and muscular. She had gotten into doing the dance and yoga exercises Bob had taught her. Every morning and evening she did the exercises and they got easier and more flowing each week.
As the drugs and boredom took larger and larger bites into her life she filled the hole up with sex, drugs and the growing awareness of her body.
It would have been lovely had she been happy. But she wasn't and the first symptom was her relation with her parents.
She was doing so poorly in her studies that her parents got two mid-semester warnings of failure. It was customary to send such to the homes of freshmen and first year transfer students.
When her parents got the notes they called Tammy right away. Unfortunately they had gotten the number from Tammy's mother and they called at one in the morning. When they demanded to talk to Sheila and Tammy told her she was out they flipped.
By the time Sheila called them back the next day, the were enraged. It was bad enough that she was failing courses. But in addition, she was out at one in the morning!
They said that she was cursed and would end up horribly. They carried on like they hadn't in years.
But Sheila didn't give a shit. All she cared about was Bob and nothing they could say would take him away from her.
"You can't tell me what to do!" she shouted over the phone. "I don't care! Do you understand?" Her father was blind with rage. He threatened to cut off all her money and she told him to go right ahead and do it.
He shouted that's just what he would do and slammed down the receiver. She was furious and glad to have them off her back.
She slammed open the door of the telephone booth and stormed out of the cafeteria.
When Bob got home he found her lying on the bed staring up at the ceiling. The room was dark and the house had a musty, dingy smell.
"What's wrong?" he said sitting at the foot of the bed and rubbing her bare feet. She bent her head up and smiled at him. Then she dropped it back down and stared at the ceiling.
"I just had a talk with my parents." she said after a long pause. "They're not going to send my any more money. Fuck them, I don't need it anyway."
The state scholarship paid for just about all her course fees and some of her books. But what she lived on she had to provide for herself.
"They've been sending me checks pretty regularly," she said. "We'll have to find a way to make some more money."
"We could do some dealing," Bob said. Sheila shook her head. The police had just busted a couple of big dealers on campus and the heat was on. It was not a good time to start dealing in drugs.
"Well then I'll get a job," she said. "I don't know what the fuck I'll do. But I can do something."
Bob slid up on the bed and kissed her on the ear. "We can make it on what I'm getting at the bookstore," he said. "Man, it's nice to have you around when I come home. If you get a job then you'll probably be out when I'm home. What a drag that'll be. No more fucking in the morning either. It'll be up and off to work."
He poked her under the ribs and tickled savagely. She jumped and pulled away from him pouting. But he put his strong arms around her and pulled her back against him.
He pressed his chest against hers and she felt the same electric tingle in her nipples as they brushed against his chest.
He traced his fingers down the voluptuous curve of her back into the valley just above her buttocks. Then up the mound of her behind he moved his palms and pulled her closer to him.
She murmured with satisfaction at the familiar good feeling through her belly and down her thighs as she pushed them against him. His body was hard and lean as it always was. She wrapped her legs around one of his and moaned with pleasure as he put his hand under her jeans and pushed into her moist valley of flesh.
His soft moving fingers were like a virtuoso's playing the harpsichord. Down around her lower register he pushed in her pants and then traced up her back until he played at her ears and made her sigh with a gentle tinkle.
Up and down her body, with a soft sighing he moved and made her completely unconscious of everything but him. Faster and slower like an off-center carnival ride he moved against her.
He ran his hand over her hips under her jeans and squeezed on the luscious curve of flesh over her hipbone. She sighed with pleasure and started unbuttoning his shirt. She nibbled at his ear and opened each one slowly and carefully until she could run her fingers from his breastbone down to his belly.
Up and down she stroked, making him moan with delight and pull open her pants. She rolled over on her back and he stripped her pants off.
Underneath she had on a pair of red panties which seemed to glow in the dim light. He watched longingly as she pulled her ruffled white blouse over her head and her breasts hung free and dark-nippled with desire.
He bent and sucked on them and she tried to wriggle out of her panties. But his knee was between her thigh and she couldn't slide them off.
She tried to push him off but he hung with his lips around her breast-top like a leech. Lapping and sucking fulsomely he cupped one tit in his hands.
She pushed harder on his belly but he pushed back harder teasing her. Pulling and kneading her tit he stroked his other hand down her belly onto her naked mons. Down into the damp crack he pushed his finger and felt her clitoris erect and hot over her slit.
Up and down, his finger a delicious rasp, he stroked until she was moaning with pleasure. Each stroke seemed to make her go wilder than the last.
Caught with her panties half off and him poised over her she twisted and strained against his finger and his mouth.
Twisting faster and harder she started groaning in the throes of an orgasm. Her whole body ached and he made her shiver.
It was always the same when he got his mouth and hands on her. like the inevitable falling of a stone from a high tower, her passion always came tumbling out.
For the first instant when he touched her she always hung like a stone, motionless and unsure whether this time she would really fall. Then slowly, but gaining velocity with exponential quickness she would plummet until she was screaming earthward lost and tumbling with pleasure.
"Please," she begged and pushed her panties hard against his knee. Without smiling, he slid aside and let her pull them off. Then he stood and pulled his own pants and shirt off. He kicked his boots off and stood naked before her.
She reached down and fondled his hard cock in her fingers. Rippling them up and down the underside of his prick she made small sounds in the back of her throat.
As she did, she was licking inside his ear and he began to feel it, too. Moving together like a coupling, they fit perfectly and smooth. In and out their bodies made lovely design and patterns on each other.
Stroking as if soothing a bird he made her quiver. Her belly moved up and down as he poked smooth and wet into her vagina and felt the puffy walls.
She rolled around on his finger as he explored the upper surface of her cunt. Running the tip of his fingers on the expanding cavern he felt her grow hollower.
Her body moved against his arm as he massaged her lovely genitals. Faster and harder he pushed into her and then pulled out to press her clit.
She exploded into a writhing twisting orgasm as he crushed her love front and bit her breast. Cupping it in his fingers and pushing into the soft honeycomb and she cried out sharply.
He sank his arms around her waist and pulled her tight against his prick. She humped savagely around against it and wet both their crotches with her juice.
He played in her ass crack like a dolphin. Dipping and diving he loved to feel the elastic tight flesh pull against his hand as he stroked and massaged.
In and out of her valley he rubbed, making her grow more and more lost with the feeling. He rimmed the tip of his finger around her ass-hole and found the puckered office a little hot cherry.
. Each time he touched her there she shivered all over and rubbed her ass back against him. He nibbled her on the neck and rolled her over away from him on the wide bed until his chest was pressed against her back.
She rubbed her delicious ass against his box and when she felt her crack against his cock she moaned with lust. Taking his penis in her hand she rubbed the tip of it all up and down her crack, smearing her love cream in the valley.
Then humping her ass up to make a better target she pushed the tip of the turgid penis against her ass-hole and made him push.
She groaned as the hard cock pushed at her cherry-like hole. He pushed as the tight skin caught painfully against his engine. But he slid his hand around her hips and stroked her clit until she could feel no pain.
As if he were rolling a cigarette in his fingers, he made her middle quiver with his opposing fingers. Pumping with a craving which she tried not at all to control she ground her ass against his prick.
Tight and hot her lubricated hole pressed against his cock. The tearing was hard and unmoving and he could feel her strain. Grinding harder and harder his hands crushed her tits and belly.
Harder and harder he pushed until he felt a hot wet sliding on his cock and her ass-hole gave. Deep up into her rear hole he pushed, the tip of his dick nestling at the puffy interior membranes.
She moaned as he sawed into her and felt his hot rod like a poker up her rear. Faster and harder she twisted her hips around and he bit into the soft pad of flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Her back was writhing liquidly against his chest and he loved the feeling. She could hear him sighing and murmuring in joy. His mouth near her ear, he nibbled and chewed in there soothing her like a brook.
In and out she sawed his cock in her hole. Harder and deeper she plunged him as he pulled her clit until it seemed to pound in his fingers.
Then she exploded in an abandoned, savage twisting, coming on his cock and stirring his coals until he flamed red and raw up into her ass-hole.
Shouting hoarsely and sawing into her, Bob came creamy jets of come into her clutching ass-hole. She moved her ass in hot circles on his spearing penis and ground out a delighted dance as his fingers made her belly explode with a blasting orgasm.
Faster and harder he stroked until her hole was on fire and her middle felt as if she were being sawed apart. Shooting white and sweet up into her, he ground his pleasure out until they both lay pressed sweaty and spent together.
He nibbled and licked tenderly on her ear and made small noises. Sweet and soft at her earlobe she chewed until he was hard again inside her and she was sighing with delight.
He pulled his cock out of her ass-hole and rolled her over so they were side by side again. Lifting one of her legs up in the air he slid into her and nestled his hard penis up into her.
She liked fucking him face to face like that. like two worms writhing against one another they were free to hug and kiss one another without restriction.
Her hands couldn't keep still on him. She cherished his hips and felt the hard bony projection as they pressed in the ample padding on her hips.
Spearing his prick again and again into her soft honey-wet marsh he bleated, his words catching in his throat. His belly tensed as he bucked his hips up against her parted thighs and pushed his prick to the very back of her pussy.
In and out they sawed together until she was coming and he was clutching at her come-wet ass, lost and frenzied. Screaming and tearing over the lubricated sweet slopes, he felt his hot gism a long way down in his guts boiling.
Faster and harder he rammed his cock into her and she spread her leg over the top of his hip and pressed against him.
She moaned for him to hurry. But he was lost and rubbing his whole body against her, his fingers moving unconscious of anything but the deep thread of joy spinning in his gut.
Grunting and sucking her neck he came in a long blinding spurt followed by a second and a third. Over and over he jammed his cock shooting into her wet hole and she came.
Screaming for more with each stroke she felt the growing burning in her belly coalesce into tingling joyful waves of pleasure. Over and over she spread her cunt to him and pressed herself open on his spreading member. Harder and harder she pulled at him until the waves exploded through her middle and she went absolutely insane with passion.
Grinding and clawing at him she felt his shooting gism spurting in her as if from a long way off. Over and over she pumped him inside digging bloody scratches over his back in her frenzy.
Spent, they both lay for long, slow minutes, dripping come and spit, lying with a humming in their bodies. After a while Bob got up and washed himself. The scratches burned in the shower and he winced as he washed them with the soap.
But he smiled when Sheila got in the stream behind him and gently touched them with her fingertips. Carefully she washed him, taking care to wash his cock and balls. Soaping his tangle of pubic hair, she knelt and washed his whole crotch carefully as he stood under the hot water, lost in relaxation.
Then they shifted places and he knelt at her wet tangle and washed her. Her love lips, still swollen with the balling, he washed carefully with his fingers. She murmured with pleasure as he soaped her crotch and belly, spreading the foam up to her breasts playfully.
Then they rinsed and dried each other carefully, his scratches still hurting but his body tingling with a wonderful glow which made everything fine.
That was how the days and nights went. It took Sheila another two weeks before the found a job. In that time they spent almost every bit of her free time in bed together.
She went to almost no classes and did absolutely no studying. It got so that she was in a constant state of excitement. All he had to do was come up behind her in the kitchen, bite her neck and she was ready to go.
But their money was running low and she had promised to get herself a job. She wasn't really looking very hard when she happened into a greasy spoon around the corner from Bob's apartment.
There was a sign over the counter that they needed a waitress and so she applied. Ten minutes later she was behind the counter.
At first she liked the job. It started in the late afternoon and went until the place closed at eleven o'clock. The pay was terrible but if she smiled and hustled, she made decent tips. A lot of the students came in from the university and she could talk with them if it wasn't too busy.
Most of the time though she had to keep an eye on everything and had not much time to talk. Her feet got real sore and after about a week she wished she had never seen a cup of coffee or a soda fountain stool.
But it turned out they needed the money more than they had thought. There was a drug scare on and the price of grass had gone sky high. It was unthinkable that they do without grass so a large amount of money went to copping some grass.
Pretty soon they got to depend on her money, even her tip money and she had to keep working. For a little while she dug that.
But after three weeks and the spring coming full force, she hated being cooped up in there. As the evenings got longer she longed to be outside playing frisbee on the mall or singing.
It was those things she missed all of a sudden. Living with Bob the way she did and not going to classes she was just as cut off as she had been before she had transferred to the university. Only this time she had a man to come home too.
Day after day she saw the students come into the place and sit and rap. After a half an hour or so they would pay the check, leave their tip and split. She longed to go with them but she had to stay behind the counter.
For a while it was cool coming home late and making it with Bob. He was always ready to ball no matter what the hour. For a while it was okay.
But pretty soon the strain began to tell on her. She found herself getting more and more tired. Even with the lovely lovemaking, it was hard for her to get to sleep. She found herself still awake many mornings never having gone to sleep.
It got harder and harder to make it to her job which didn't start until four in the afternoon. A couple of times she was late and had to beg the manager not to fire her. It felt so weird begging him not to let her go when that was what she longed for so ardently.
Then almost before she knew what was happening she began to lose interest in making it with Bob. No longer was she ready to make it at the first caress. He had to work at getting her excited and sometimes it didn't work.
He didn't say anything about it, he just worked harder. He was so good that most times she finally got into it and almost always got off.
But she wished he would ask her what the matter was instead of going on so cock-sure that he could solve it with his loving.
Pretty soon he was smoking even more than usual and doing a lot of downers, too. When she came home he would be already passed out and so the issue of why he didn't turn her on never came up.
That went on as the term passed into the second half. It got worse every day. Without balling they had very little else to do together.
His long hard body didn't excite her any more. She looked at it coldly as if he were a cadaver on a slab. Asleep she felt nothing for him.
Then one night in May she had too much. It was such a beautiful night that there was no one in the coffee shop. They were all outside and Sheila couldn't stand to be cooped up with the grease.
She begged off staying to eleven o'clock by saying she was having her period. The manager let her go and she walked slowly through the spring night listening to the rustling of the breeze in the leaves and wondering how in hell she got herself such a terrible job.
It was only eight o'clock when she got back to Bob's. Wearily she climbed the stairs and was about to put her hand on the latch when she heard a woman's voice inside.
She was moaning and gasping and for a moment it sounded as if she were being beaten. Then Sheila realized she was making it with someone.
Slowly she pushed the door open and the voice became clearer and louder. Then she heard Bob. He was moaning and she could hear the sheets on the bed rustling as they slid back and forth.
She could almost feel his knees sliding between her legs as the woman whinnied like a mare. Her voice went up two octaves and she bleated lost in desire.
"Please, Bob!" she whimpered. "Please! Don't wait." She knew the sweet, hard thrusts that Bob gave and she knew why the woman was moaning and crying.
Her own belly felt hollow and she held herself against the door to keep from falling. Faster and faster the woman shrieked until her voice was one long wavering moan of joy and lust.
The two screamed together and Sheila felt her head spin. It had been a month since she had gotten it on like that with bob. She wished it was her in bed with him and tears came to her eyes. She leaned her head against the edge of the door.
Rolling her forehead back and forth on the edge of the door, the tears came rolling down. Her chest was heaving as they came together in the next room.
She fell back from the door and shut it silently. Her head was spinning all the way down the stairs and the night was streaky through her tears.
CHAPTER SEVEN
I can't go back there, Sheila thought, shaking her head. She stood outside Tammy's place for a long time dying to go in but afraid she would turn her away after the way she had left.
She was too proud to beg for help but she had no place to go. In her bag she had about thirty dollars. It wasn't much but it was enough to split with.
It was getting late. The sky was completely black and the stars had come peeping out one by one until they were spread across the sky like a blanket.
Sheila looked up wistfully at them. Under the street lamp her face was streaked with the tracks of her tears as she looked up and wished she had that starry blanket to pull up over her.
Then slowly she headed for the dormitory. It was always easy to find a place to crash there. That night she ended up sleeping in one of the lounges, the faded fiberglass curtains blowing in her face in the breeze.
Stiff and very tired she got up in the morning and started toward the highway. It was about two miles to the interstate and she got a lift with a commuting student who talked her ear off about school.
"You mean you don't know where you're going?" he asked incredulously after he had stopped talking long enough to ask her where she was headed. She shook her head and he shook his head in disbelief.
She thanked him as she got out on the highway and he drove away muttering to himself. She stood in the bright summer morning, the sun shining hot on the top of her head.
It was good just to stand there with her thumb out and feel the wind blow through her hair. She had it down loose and the breeze riffled through it blowing the curls up in the air.
Finally she got a lift from a couple of guys in a van. They both had beards and were headed south. She took their ride and their grass gratefully and they talked about all sorts of things, none of them about themselves.
"Yeah," one of them said, taking a long puff off the joint and blowing the smoke out the window. "That's how you can tell my kind of people. The ones who come in here and start rapping about what they do, what a drag!"
"We have been driving cross-country for a couple months now so we've met a lot of cats. We don't just pick up freaks. We pick up everybody!" He emphasized the last word by raising his voice and making a sweeping gesture with his arm which took in the entire horizon.
"Anyway, like I said, the ones who come on and start asking what we do and how come we're driving and blah blah blah are such a down!
"Who the fuck cares what you're doing. I mean, not ultimately. People like yourself who just get in and rap, they're the ones I like.
"It's like a big joke what everyone is hustling. So everyone has to do it. So what? That doesn't mean it's important to talk about all the time. It certainly don't mean that's who you are!"
He pointed his finger a little belligerently at Sheila and she backed up on the floor of the van reflexively. But he laughed and apologized for-coming on so strong.
"It's okay, really," he said. "If you feel like rapping about what you want to be when you grow up and all that shit, go right ahead. Feel free." He laughed again at himself.
Taking slowly off the joints which seemed to roll like a waterfall out of the glove compartment, she found herself telling them about wanting to be a doctor.
They were amazed and impressed. They listened as she told them how she had always wanted to be a doctor but that everyone she told it to thought she was crazy.
"My parents think I ought to be a teacher," she said bitterly. "That's the highest aspiration they can think of me having."
"Most of the people I hang out with think I'm crazy for wanting to be a doctor because it takes so much time and so much school. They think I'm out of my mind!" She giggled, "I guess maybe I am."
She rode with them all day, rapping about being a doctor and what happened with Bob. They shook their heads sadly when she told them how she had discovered him in bed with another woman.
"Guys can be such shits sometimes," the tall black-haired guy driving said. "I don't know why people make each other so miserable. I guess maybe that's why we're out here driving around. I just couldn't hack all the shit that was coming down between me and my old lady. So I split. Jack left for the same reason."
The short redhead behind the wheel turned and smiled sadly at her. Then he shrugged as if to say that even that was all right.
Heading south, the sun arched over the roof of the bus and down to the right as the afternoon waned. They drove deep into the rolling farmlands and lake country.
The air had an electric sweet taste to it even in the car. Carlos, the tall black-haired boy sitting next to the driver had his head all the way out the window, his long hair streaming in the wind stream.
Passing cars full of people who had the windows rolled up and stared straight ahead, they laughed, glad to be alive. Buses, trucks and vans were like beetles all over the road but they felt like a stone rolling right through the middle of them all.
By the time it was getting late in the afternoon, all three of them were ravenously hungry. Sometime in the afternoon they had wordlessly decided that Sheila should travel with them. So they all three looked for a place to camp.
But both sides of the highway were lined with stands and gas stations. In the long open stretches there were neat farms fenced with posts and barbed wire, sporting "No Trespassing" signs.
"The last time we tried camping on a farmer's land we ended up in jail," Jack said, turning from the wheel for a second. "Never again."
Finally they found a state park and pulled the van in. It was a lovely, peaceful place, dotted with a few lakes and large enough to hide even the most outrageous of people.
They parked the van in a parking lot and pulled the camping gear out of the back. They had tents and sleeping bags. They loaded up and feeling high and wonderful, started off onto a marked trail.
They hurried along the path almost running for it as it was getting dark. The path led up and down small ridges and finally veered to the left and down into a broad valley. There they found a swift-flowing stream and decided to camp by it for the night.
The stand of second growth timber which covered the park grew piney and thick. There were thickets and clumps of vine-covered maple trees around their camp site.
Glacial stones, left thousands of years ago and still scarred by the scouring blankets of ice were scattered around.
They built a fire in the center of the tiny clearing and and set up the tent to one side. The brook was about ten yards away, down a steep little incline, behind a tangle of vines and brush.
By the time it began to get dark in earnest they had the fire going and were cooking dinner. Jack and Sheila scoured the surrounding woods for some wood for the fire.
Carlos cooked rice and vegetables over the fire. In the cool fire light the food tasted wonderful. Smoky and hot they shoveled it in, famished from not having eaten all day.
Then after dinner Carlos rolled some more joints and they smoked around the fire. It was black in the forest by the time they had passed the first joint all the way around and smoked it down to a roach.
The clean cold air and the grass combined to make Sheila feel very high. When she passed the little butt to Carlos their fingers lingered on each other's and he smiled hazily at her.
Lighting the next one, the tall black-haired boy came over and sat next to her. She could see in the clear flickering light of the fire how young he was, not more than seventeen.
He toked deep on the joint and held it to her lips in his fingers. She sucked the grass smoke deep in, feeling the pressure of his long dark fingers on her lips.
Longer than any of the other drags, longer than she had ever held it in before, she kept it in her lungs. The woods grew very still and strangely silent. The fire seemed to paint orange slow brush strokes of color onto the leaves.
Longer and longer she held it in until she felt almost as if she didn't have to breathe any more. Carlos looked at her, his face up close and his eyes bugging out in imitation of the way she looked. It was too much and she let out a huge giggle, letting the smoke out in a rush.
"Fuck you," she laughed, falling against him, her head spinning so she couldn't hold it straight. "I was going to hold it in forever and never come up."
He laughed and pulled her to him, crushing his lips on hers. His wet, vibrant kiss made her melt inside. It pressed onto her perfect and full and their lips joined passionately.
She flashed her tongue into his mouth and he nipped at it, then sucked it hard into his mouth. As if it were a cock he sucked on it nibbling and running his tongue around it.
Harder and softer he pulled and sucked until she felt as if she were going to come in her mouth. Their teeth clashed and they ran their hands through each other's hair hungrily.
Pulling and stroking at her loose shirt he felt her breasts move underneath like mountains and she shivered not just from the cold.
Her full breasts, taut-nippled in the cool air felt luscious and he opened her shirt and shoved his hand inside. Her loose shirt hung open and he rubbed up and down her belly until she was moaning with pleasure.
Her hands were dug into his sides and up and down her back as she gave him room to feel her tits swinging free and sensuously in his grasp. Every time he did that thing with his fingers pinching on her tits, she shivered and bit his lips.
Harder and harder they kissed until they fell backward off the stone and tumbled into the soft pad of leaves behind. Rolling over on top of him she propped herself up on her arms and he pulled her work shirt off.
She bent and opened his jeans, feeling the heavy silver belt buckle cold in her hands. Jack spread the sleeping bag by the fire and opened it up all the way.
Sheila pulled his pants off and then his underpants. He sat and untied his heavy boots to get his jeans off and she nibbled at his neck as he worked.
Throwing the boots off and stripping his pants he leaned back and kissed her sensuously. Licking and sucking at his mouth, she pulled off his opened shirt and he was beautiful and naked in the fire light.
Her hands caressed him all over and he moaned hoarsely. Yanking off her shirt he fondled her breasts.
The fire was warm on her back as she knelt against his hard penis and stroked it. Rubbing her big breasts on his breasts on his chest she made him shiver, his ass cold in the frigid air.
Then she felt Jack rubbing her shoulder sensuously and she turned over her shoulder and saw him naked also, his red beard and hair glimmering in the campfire light.
Jack reached around in front of her and opened her pants. He ran his hand inside and she dug her nails into Carlos in excitement.
It felt so nice to have them naked on both sides of her. Caressing and stroking they turned her on so much that she was wet between the legs as Jack pulled her pants down.
"You feel nice and warm," he said, rubbing his hard thick cock against her ass. She tensed and caught the tip between her buttocks. He shoved hard in her ass crack.
She bent, the grass making every movement a dance of lust. Each twist of her thighs and strain of her belly muscles felt as if it were connected to the very center of her soul.
She could feel everything. Her pants down around her knees were rough as Jack pressed his penis up against her ass. In and out of the space between her cheeks he jammed his prick and she felt the flaring tip of his cock rub the come-wet skin back and forth.
He massaged her back deep and sensuously. Against her bones he crushed each one of her muscles and she felt herself loosening slowly and easily.
Deeper and deeper he rubbed and put his tongue against her back to rub. Stroking with his wet thing he felt her backbone, each bone separate and distinct beneath her skin.
He pushed her over on all fours and reached around under her to cup her breasts. Carlos in front of her backed up and then slid under her arms, his hard prick flopping against her.
Crushing her hanging breasts in each hand, Jack pressed himself against her bent-over ass and slammed his cock against her slit dog-style.
Her hole, wet and open, took his slamming cock all the way to the hilt in one tight, searing stroke. She gasped and clawed at Carlos beneath her. She went down on his penis taking it wet into her mouth and chewing her teeth up and down it, the edges sending Carlos into moans of pleasure.
Faster and faster Jack sawed in and out of Sheila from behind. She went up and down on Carlos' cock as he moaned beneath.
The three of them twisted in the cool night air. Feeling nothing but the intense back-swaying of the grass in their bodies, they all gathered speed in the same rhythm.
Faster and faster she went down on Carlos, her hands pulling at his testicles making him gasp in agony. Jack's hips pushed against her, his cock aching with come and she fell hard on top of Carlos, Jack still jammed up her vagina from behind.
Carlos reached under her and pulled her hard clitoris, finding the tip of it and pressing it against her pubic bone as Jack sawed in and out of her. It was delicious to feel his hand there as Jack's cock whipped her to a wet froth.
In and out the redhead stroked, his hand on her hips holding her tight. Pinned between them her whole body feasted on the delight of the feeling of flesh on flesh. Each instant was sweet ecstasy. Her body dissolved and reformed over and over again. She loved every second of the hot fucking.
Harder Jack pushed his hands into her flesh and pulled her ass apart as he stroked home. Faster and faster he poked until he began to quiver, his knees trembling against the back of her thighs.
I can't believe how good this feels, Sheila thought to herself and then she thought about nothing. She only wiggled her ass with Jack coming on one side up her vagina and Carlos underneath pressing her lips and clit against his slamming cock.
She sucked on his cock, ready to devour it. She could feel the pulse of his come in his balls as she held them heavy in her hand.
Squeezing the hard muscles behind his scrotum and in front of his ass-hole she made him squirm with agonized delight. Her voice hummed deep in her throat full of sweet satisfaction and fulfillment.
She was so horny and the flesh sandwich in which she was the meat was more appetizing than anything she had had in a long time.
Harder Jack pushed, his long strokes coming even and strong until she could feel him shiver and move spasmodically with his fingers.
Faster and faster, completely out of control and at the mercy of his cock and balls burning with aching lust, he plunged into her until he came, bursting hot and creamy. She gnawed savagely on Carlos' prick as Jack came shooting up her cunt.
Faster and faster she twisted her ass around until she was moving her whole body like a dervish. Every part of her shook as she panted and lapped Carlos until his tortured cock burst sweet up into her.
She drank his come greedily, oblivious to anything on the crest of her orgasm but a sucking, hungry craving for more.
She rolled off Carlos and lay panting on the opened sleeping bag. Jack slipped off her pants from around her knees and licked her belly, tasting his own come.
In the cool air, Carlos' prick was soon hard again and he pulled her on top of him pushing it up between her legs. She spread her cunt lips around his member and pushed him inch by inch inside. He teased her, withdrawing every little bit and making her coax him with her whole body to push it in further.
He held her nipples in his fingertips, her breasts supported in his cupped hands and her belly hot and wet against his.
She had never felt so close to anyone' body before. It was as if they were fused together from the belly down. Each of his movements she echoed automatically until she was pumping and stroking faster without knowing it.
Her cries trailed off, lost in the woods as Carlos stroked deep into her vagina and Jack slipped down on top of her, his wet cock making a tiny wet path over her buttocks.
Then he spit on his hands and rubbed it on his penis, wetting it still more. Lying full on her back as she rolled on top of Carlos, Jack skewered his cock down into her ass-hole, hard and tight.
She screamed in pain and lust. The tight hot feeling in her middle seared her open and she bent Carlos' cock around in her love hole to offer Jack a better path.
Twisting, stuffed full of their cocks, she wiggled her ass around coming in sweet waves which rippled through her belly and down her thighs where they were wrapped around their legs.
Like three snakes they writhed on the ground by the fire, the two men pounding into her and then coming hot and full up her holes. Deeper and deeper they stroked with each white spasm until she was moaning and coming beyond her wildest dreams.
Like waterfalls, the waves of electric pleasure spread over her tits and her middle heaved and gyrated, ripping their pricks in and out of her until all three were totally spent and come-covered.
The next three days they spent camping the hills and lakes in the park. It was an idyll of fresh water, trees and fornicating in the hills like wild animals.
They tramped the hills and watched the hawks flying high in the sky. The three days the sun burned in the azure sky as if it were a golden jewel.
The fresh air and the sparse diet made the highs from the grass and lovemaking exalted. In the fire light they danced naked, he three of them rubbing their strong young bodies against each other and tasting the delicious fruits of sensual pleasure.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Leaving the park finally was like coming down off a high mountain. In more ways than one they were all three coming off a high place.
The sun, wind and stars had made them all very peaceful. None of them had felt like talking very much. They said what they needed to with their bodies and their faces.
The roar of the highway was oppressive as they drove back onto the main road and headed south again. Sitting in the back of the van staring as the scenery rolled past in the windshield Sheila looked from one guy to the other.
Carlos was hardly more than a boy and Jack for all his solemn mien was younger than she was in most ways. They were headed nowhere and Sheila remembered the first day she had been in the van.
Uneasily she recalled how they gently ridiculed all the people who got in the truck and had plans and ambitions. They had tolerated her perhaps because she was beautiful or because at the moment she was running away like they were.
But she took her ambition seriously. As she watched them staring blankly from the van she realized they were going nowhere. More and more she felt as if she were being taken against her will to someplace she didn't want to go.
At the next stop she got out the back and put her bag over her shoulder. Carlos looked surprised and very confused.
"Where you going?" he asked.
"I've got to go back," she said. "I don't belong here. There are things I want to do and I have to get them done."
Jack stood back from them nodding his head and listening with his sorrowfully downcast gaze. He nodded his head again.
"I understand," he said. She went up and kissed him on the lips and hugged him. Her hands around his neck felt good. Pulling away she nodded but she didn't think he really did.
She kissed Carlos and he held her tenderly for a moment. Then she hiked her bag higher on her shoulder and skipped across the highway when there was a break in the traffic.
She watched them pull out onto the highway and Jack waved from the driver's seat, the same expression on his face. Then they were gone.
It didn't take that long to get back to school. She got a couple of good lifts from truck drivers. Two of them were nice guys, told her about their kids and hobbies. One tried to lay her but she told him where to go and he put her off right there.
It took her that whole night to make it back to school. When she got her last ride it was a guy who took her right to Bob's apartment.
She looked up and down the early morning street. It was very quiet. It was too early for children to be out playing and only the milk trucks and such were out.
She stood for what seemed like a long time at the door to the building. She could smell the snowball bush blooming by the side of the house and she breathed deep to calm her beating heart.
If he's in bed with someone else I'll die, she thought. I was so stupid to run out like that. I was only hurting myself. Now I might lose him altogether.
Finally she took a deep breath and turned the door knob. Slowly up the narrow wooden staircase she went until she was standing in front of his door.
She put her ear to it but she couldn't hear a sound. She pushed the latch and found that it was open as it always was. Very, very quietly she pushed the door open and stepped inside.
She could hear his heavy breathing. He was snoring like he always did and she tiptoed to the bedroom and peered inside. He was sprawled naked out on the bed, the sheets in a tumble at the foot of it.
Her whole body sagged with relief to see he was alone. She put her bag down and went quietly inside. She sat on the edge of the bed and softly lay down.
Bob stirred in his sleep and turned flat over on his back. She bent and kissed his lips tenderly and stroked his long hair back on the pillow.
He opened his eyes and sat bolt upright when he saw her. Before he could say anything the tears came pouring into her eyes. She hadn't planned to cry but they came welling up like a geyser.
"Oh Bob," she wailed, "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to run off like that. It's just that I was so jealous when I found you here in bed with that other girl. I was so angry."
Bob didn't say anything but held her against him as she cried. Her whole body was shaking with sobs and his chest was wet with her tears.
He stroked her long hair and lifted her face to his. But she pulled it away and buried it in his chest again.
"I don't want you to see me like this," she sniffled trying to control her tears. But the more she tried to stifle them the harder they came.
Her voice wavered when she tried to talk. Bob hadn't said anything. He was holding her tight stroking her back and head.
"I'm glad you came back," he said. "I was worried about you. I didn't know if anything had happened to you. Tammy hadn't seen you either."
"I just freaked out when I came in and found you here with that girl," she said. "I had to get away. But I like you too much Bob. I don't want to leave."
He held her closer but didn't say anything. His hands gently chafed the back of her head and stroked her hair there.
She sighed and told him how good it felt. His arms around her felt warm and friendly. His familiar touch, so sensual and luscious made her moan softly with pleasure.
Her whole body sagged with fatigue which had been building up the past week. Her chest heaved with a labored breathing which seemed to be the letting go of all the tension at coming back.
"Things haven't been very good between us for a while," she said sadly. "Why is that Bob?"
He looked away and tilted his head to one side in a peculiar expression. It was not exactly confusion but it was totally equivocal. Then he shook his head.
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe it's just you and I have been working too hard. Let's not worry about it now Queen of Sheba."
He pulled her over on top of him and she felt his cock hard between her legs. She closed her denim-covered thighs around it and he laughed deep in his chest with pleasure.
"You've got the magic touch," he said softly as she ran her fingers down his nude chest. She traced a path around his nipples and down to the tense hard row of muscles on his belly.
"You're not so bad yourself," she said as he rubbed her ass under her jeans. His fingers moved down into her ass crack. It was wet andd she laughed a little when he found it so and smeared her juice up on her ass cheeks.
"I guess I'll always be horny for you," she said.
"You weren't for the past month," he said. "What's the change?"
"I guess maybe I realized how much I missed you," she said. "Or maybe I realize I was to blame. It was really a stupid idea getting that job and getting my parents pissed at me. If I want to be a doctor I have to study. As it is I'm flunking out."
He took her head in his hands and kissed her on the nose. They nuzzled their noses together and touched the tip of their tongues together smiling intently at the luscious feeling of union.
She rolled off him and stood in the middle of the familiar room. She stripped her clothes off slowly and stood in front of him naked.
He saw her lovely big form, more beautiful than he had remembered. Her thighs were srni oth and powerful as she stood looking down at him smiling. Her rosy nipples were so stiff he thought he could see them pulsing.
Her bush, always thick and darker than her long sandy-blonde curls looked positively tropical in its lushness.
She leaped onto the bed laughing and he tumbled her over on her back fucking her like crazy. In and out he plunged his penis, her hand rubbing desperately at his back.
She begged him to hurry. There was a hunger inside which made her moan and shake. She had to have him. Harder and harder it beat up inside until she was coming.
It happened so fast it caught her by surprise. Faster and faster her breath wheezed out of her and she felt his cock plunging at the back of her vagina.
She moaned and thrashed wildly on the bed, her heels beating at his behind. She pulled her head back and thrust her neck up at him as he nibbled there. His tongue made little patterns of delight on her neck until she was laughing and moaning at the same time with pleasure.
Her breath was like wine and he kissed her hard and deep. His tongue pushed at her teeth and she sucked him until he was moving as frenziedly as she was.
There was no time or need for preliminaries or tantalizing. The two of them were hungry for each other and all there was to do was to satisfy that hunger.
Faster and faster he rammed himself into her wet aching hole and shot full and hot there. His whole body seemed to explode and he screamed with the agonizing pleasure as he came into her.
She came again and this time it was his hot stream of come which made her shiver with the blasting pleasure and claw his back until it was marked red.
He rolled off her and nestled under her arm to wait until he was hard. But she couldn't wait. She slithered down his body and licked all over his back, ending up with her mouth at his crack.
Around and around his tight brown hole she pushed with her tongue. He sighed softly face down on the bed as she poked the tip of her tongue inside and then rammed it hot all the way up.
Higher and higher into the hot tight hole she pushed her tongue. His fingers clutched the sheet in gentle grasps of joy.
Harder and deeper she reamed out his hole until her tongue was all the way up his rear chute and she was moving her lips on his puckered anus.
Wiggling the tip of her tongue high up in his ass-hole she touched his sensitive glands and made him quiver like a wounded fawn. Harder and harder she wiggled her tongue and her teeth dug into the taut sphincter muscles around his hole.
He ground his ass up off the bed at her mouth and she grabbed his balls and cock in her two hands and fondled them.
She stroked at them until she could feel his penis stiffening. The foreskin tightened over the glans of his penis as she rolled it like clay between her hands.
Harder and faster she massaged his organ until it was long and hard. He felt her pull him one last time and he rolled over on his back She spread her legs and pushed herself down on him.
Deeper she sank and his cock slid soft and wet up into her excited vaginal hole. She quivered and sighed as the tip of his cock passed the delicate inner lips and pushed back all the way until she sat with his cock jammed high and hard up in her.
Then she slid her legs around so her feet were up by his head and her thighs lay alongside his chest. With his hands on her breasts she lay back slowly making sure his lovely hard penis stayed inside her all the way.
His fingers slid down her belly as she lay back. With her back against his shins his hands rested on her stomach and played with the curls around her clitoris.
Each time he touched her there she jumped like a stallion. He stroked her belly and massaged her clit until she was choking on her cries for more.
Around and around he moved his fingers and made her come hard. He bucked under her and the tip of his prick pressed against the upper surface of her vagina driving her wild.
Harder and faster he twisted and she felt her belly tingle where she touched him. Harder and harder she moaned and her head flung back and forth like a leaf in a wind. Her eyes were closed and she whinnied shaking her ass in time to his thrusts and caresses.
Each thrust brought her higher and higher until she was bucking against him savagely. In and out he creamed his cock and came hard. Spurt after spurt of hot cream shot up into her until she was moving in time to his beating savage plunges.
Faster and hotter she felt herself screaming and her breasts shook on her chest as she came. Shaking all over he loosed his come into her and spread it hot, satisfying and deep up inside.
The next few weeks were like some kind of academic nightmare for Sheila. But she loved it. She did nothing but study for her finals in order to save herself from failing.
Bob kept his job in the bookstore and they cut back on their expenses in order to have enough money to live on. She called her parents and had a long conversation with them, even apologizing for being abrupt with them.
They were still upset that she was living, not with Tammy. It hadn't been so long ago that they thought she was living in the dorm. It was hard for them to adjust to it in so short a length of time.
In their minds she was a slut and they didn't believe anything she said any more. But they loved her and they were very worried about her in their own way.
So when she called and they could tell everything was all right they were relieved almost in spite of themselves. When she got off the phone they sat down and sent her some money. There was nothing but a note saying how much they loved her, along with it.
Downing what seemed like gallons of coffee every night she managed to stay up and get in enough studying to keep her head above water.
She was so far behind in some courses that it seemed hopeless. But she kept plugging. By the time finals rolled around she looked like a ghost. All pale and hollow-eyed she just kept working away.
Bob was amazed and not a little impressed. He watched her study harder than anyone he had ever seen. She was absolutely indefatigable.
The week of the finals was more lovely than any week they could remember. The cloudless sky spread over the campus like a gentle haze, making everyone glassy-eyed with spring fever.
The flowers along the paths were so fragrant that it was hard to resist the temptation to lie down in them on the way to exams.
Everything seemed to fade in importance before the fact of just being alive with so much beauty. It was so easy to just sit on the grass and run your fingers through the green carpet, smelling the freshness.
But Sheila almost didn't notice the lovely weather. She was so dedicated to not failing that she worked night and day trying to make up in a week what she had missed over the course of a semester.
She had five courses on her schedule and slowly but surely she made up the deficit in four of them. But organic chemistry, undoubtedly the hardest of the five, was the sticking point.
No matter how hard she worked it seemed impossible to make up the incredible mass of a facts and concepts she had neglected to learn.
She sat, night after night, trying to drum the facts into her. It seemed hopeless. She was wallowing in the books and papers she had gotten from the library and people in her class. She began to feel like the textbook was her constant companion.
In a dream of coffee and ups she passed the week of exams. As luck would have it the organic final was the very last one and by the time it came around she was blind with fatigue. But then she knew after each final that she had passed it. In fact she thought she had "aced" one or two.
But the organic had her terrified. The night before she was up solid and by the time the morning light came through the window she was shaking. Coming down off the speed and sure she would never pass the exam she sat miserably in Bob's kitchen and felt as if the whole world were crumbling down around her.
CHAPTER NINE
The night never seemed to end. Every now and again she would try to look at her "organic" notes and the textbooks. But everything blurred in front of her face. The letters made patterns which she knew were words but it was as if she couldn't read and they didn't make any sense to her.
She took a shower and tried to wake herself up but it wasn't mere fatigue which was plaguing her. She was crashing from the two solid weeks of speeding she had been doing. The sleepless nights, the coffee and finally the methadrine she had been using, came crashing down around her head.
She could hardly walk straight and when she lay down on the couch to rest even the soft pillows didn't feel good under her.
Finally it was light and she forced herself to eat some breakfast. It tasted like straw going down and she chewed completely without enthusiasm.
The exam was at nine o'clock and by eight-thirty there was a line off students outside the gym. But she hurried past them on her way to Professor Rosen's office. He was her last hope.
It was almost twenty of nine when she knocked on his office door and he let her in dubiously.
"What do you want?" he said looking ass sleepy as she was. "I'm pretty tired right now. I've been staying up for the past two nights to make sure no one gets a look at the exam. So what do you want?"
She sat down miserably on the chair in front of him and began to cry. She hated herself for doing it, the old female gambit being the thing she turned to when all her powers failed. But she felt so shitty that was all she could do.
He came up in front of her and rubbed her neck gently. She leaned her head harder against his belly and moved her head in rhythm to his caresses.
"You look really wasted," he said without stopping his delicious massage. Her head lolled lower and lower as he rubbed her neck and scalp.
Deep and gently she felt his fingers touch her. He caressed around her ears and she let him pull her back and forth sensuously.
She still had on the jeans and T-shirt she had been wearing to study in, each soaked with sweat and filthy. He bent and kissed her neck, tasting the salt of her tired sweat.
She moaned as his lips tingled on the tiny hairs under her long sandy hair. He nibbled and licked her neck and ran his fingers down her back. She wore nothing underneath her T-shirt and he felt the tired flesh of her back, caressing between each one of her vertebrae.
"Come here," he said lifting her up. She let him pick her off the chair, one hand under her knees and one under her arms.
He swung her gently over to the couch and laid her down on her stomach. She let herself go all limp and massaged her back deep and hard until she could feel the tension moving out of her like sand from a leaking bag.
She let him run his hands inside her shirt and under breasts until he had her nipples in his hands squeezing them lustily. Her whole body cried out with joy as he grabbed her boobs. Harder and harder he pinched her and she felt shivers move through her which erased all the agony of tight muscles and frazzled nerves.
"Oh that feels so nice," she murmured under her breath, but he couldn't hear her. His hands seemed to be moving of their own accord, caressing and tingling her flesh until she cried out with pleasure.
Faster and faster he moved his fingers in little quivering motions on her nipples until she was moving from them as if she were a dying swan.
Her cries were lost and she writhed on the couch, throwing her head from side to side. There were tears of exhaustion in her eyes.
Over and over she turned until she was on her back and he kissed her sensuously on the lips. His tongue slithered into her mouth and she drew him down hard on her, pushing her breasts against him and making him feel her passion.
He pulled off her T-shirt and opened her jeans. His fingers felt good as they slipped off her panties and she kissed his hands as he caressed her face.
He opened his shirt and she could see it seat-ringed. His chest was dark and thickly-haired, his nipples outlined with rings of hair which moved in whorls.
She reached her mouth up and sucked his nipples gently. Then she traced her fingers down his chest making him shiver as if in a high wind.
She clawed deeper and caressed him lovingly. Her fingertips moved down the washboard of his ribs and at each indentation he quivered with the delightful pressure. He twisted his body hard in her grasp and she rubbed him hard back and forth between her naked thighs.
She moaned as he pushed his thigh against her crotch. Her nude love lips tingled with the rush of feeling as he massaged them deep with the knee of his trousers. She felt the smooth of the fabric as it slid up and down on her membranes.
She ground around in a circle with her hips and forced the point of his knee high into her hole. With it came delightful sensations which made her want to devour him.
Harder and harder she ground at him and he pumped until she was moaning on the ouch, sending shivers of delight through her belly and nipples.
He stripped his pants and underpants. Still wearing his socks, which he hadn't taken off all night, he slid on top of her pushing his hard member into her with a sigh.
They moved together like the wave and the shore, hard and naturally as if his organ were meant to be nuzzled high up in her sweet honey hole.
He traced a deep hard pattern with one finger down her belly. It wandered over her hips and around her ass coming back again to her mons where he shoved it in between them making her shout with joy.
He pulsed his finger on her clitoris as she sucked him in harder and harder. His long finger made her shiver with delight but then the hood of her clitoris and his cock were doing what no finger could.
In and out he pounded pulling the lips of the pudenda back and forth over her love knob until she was crying for sweet joy and revelation.
In her head sweet rushing feelings opened and closed with the panting of his breath. Sweet and long she kissed him feeling his tongue caress and explore the inside of her mouth. She opened like a flower all parts of her and let him in.
Deeper and deeper she moved taking him inside and rolling him back and forth in sweet abandon. Harder and harder he took her, making her shout for joy and then she began to come.
Her whole body felt as if it were crumbling from the speed. But his penis slamming in and out of her took the exhaustion and made it a sweet agony as she quivered all over.
"I can feel it," she groaned and pulled his ass cheeks apart, running the tip of her moistened finger around on his ass-hole sensuously. "Oh I can feel it way up inside."
She rolled her hips in an off-center motion, first one and then the other, massaging his hips with the inside of her thighs.
He felt her and responded with a savage thrust of his cock which sent him boiling over the tip with a wrenching cry. Harder and harder he pounded his member down into her sweet, soft, pillowing flesh, taking her to the hilt and making her screech with delight.
Her finger clawed wildly at his back, completely unconscious of whatever they were doing. Faster and harder she pumped her legs around making him come harder and faster. She wanted to feel the hot spurt of his cock deep up inside. She wanted him more than anything she could remember.
To erase the empty tired longing at the back of her skull and deep in her stomach she wanted his thick member to spurt white, hot and craving into her. Harder and harder he snaked up her, obeying the powerful rutting lust.
Then together they writhed, close and smooth, as he came full and gushing. She felt him moving and went berserk, twisting and writhing on his member until she came, coaxing his jism hard and glorying in the terrific twisting burning passion which roared through her like the fire in a furnace.
Over and deeper he plunged until she felt her vagina hollow and aching, filled with his sweet hot come and her whole body exploded into tingly fragments of passion and fulfillment.
They clung together for a few short minutes, her vagina full to overflowing with his seed and her arms moving spasmodically clutching him. The weariness was gone and in its place was a sweet peace which filled her if only momentarily to the overflowing.
He got up and dressed quickly, glancing at his wrist watch as he picked it up from the desk. He smiled at her as she lay on the couch, her eyes glazed with satisfied passion and her mouth half-open.
"You can take a make-up exam," he said. "But I'm afraid you'll have to take the course again in summer school. You missed much too much to ever pass without a thorough review. Besides, I want to see you around here this summer. But I think I can arrange something about an incomplete for this semester. Don't worry about it."
He slipped his jacket on and bundled the exams under his arm. She turned her face to the wall and sighed as he left, wondering how it had come so far as to come to this.
Finally after a while she put her clothes on and slipped out of the office feeling more like a ghost than a student. But she didn't feel like going back to Bob's. Instead she headed away from town, walking in no particular direction except out, away into the surrounding countryside.
The town was not large and, like Dublin of old, one could walk all the way through it in one afternoon. Soon the houses thinned.
The ugly developments gave way here and there to truck farms and as she trudged along the road her body seemed resurrected from the agony of the speed.
It was a warm early June day, the wind whistling sweet and still in breaths. She headed up away from the roads, off into the hills which surrounded the town like a bracelet.
She couldn't believe the beauty all around her. The birds, trees and winds were almost a taste on her tongue which she savored every second she was sensing the day.
Every step seemed to be born of some impulse for beauty and change. She didn't understand it but she felt happier than she ever had before.
It was getting toward evening when she decided to go back. By the time she reached the road it was growing dim and the headlights of the cars glared in her eyes as she tried to thumb a ride.
Finally she got one with a young blonde guy with eyebrows so bright they seemed to glow in the dark. The good feelings she got the instant she slid next to him in the car were the end to a perfect day.
"I guess you're going back to your old man," the kid said after a pause.
"How did you know?" she asked.
"Oh I know things like that," he said smiling, yet somehow not being smug. She shook her head as if answering herself that she was indeed going back to her old man. But somehow she had a feeling that things would have to be different.
The blonde guy let her off in front of Bob's place and she gave him a long tender kiss. As soon as she had climbed the stairs and opened the door she knew things would be different.
"Where have you been the whole freaking day?" he said clearly pissed-off. "You didn't take your exam because I called Mark and he said he never saw you there. Where were you?"
"I went to talk to Professor Rosen about taking an incomplete. I would have failed if I had taken the exam today."
"Well what did he say?" Bob asked.
"He was very nice and said I could take the course over again this summer and take an incomplete this semester. Then I could take the final at the end of the summer and I'd be sure to 'ace' it."
"Yeah I'll bet he was nice to you," Bob said suddenly furious. "I bet you spent the whole day putting out for him. No wonder he'd be nice to you!"
He threw himself down on the couch folding his arms in front of him and glaring straight ahead. His face looked hard and the long lines which she had loved to run her tongue over seemed to be set in ice.
"If you have to take organic over this summer then how the fuck are we going to go out West like we planned?" he asked.
"Oh my gosh," she said. "I forgot all about that. I was so happy at not failing organic that I forgot all about it. Gee Bob I'm sorry!"
She sat down next to him and put her arms around his neck. But he was unmoving on the couch next to her. His mouth was hard and cold.-
"That's pretty shitty," he said. "Well if you think I'm staying around this ass-hole of a town in the summer you are out of your fucking brain. I'm leaving next week and if you want to stay you can. But not HERE!"
He got up, shrugging her arms off his shoulder violently and stomped out the door. She heard the door slam and sat listening to the reverberation inside her head.
She knew he wouldn't be back that night, nor would she be there to wait for him any other night. One long night was all he had for that was all she could give.
After that she would find someplace to live alone for a while and study. It didn't appeal to her especially but there was no other way.
She went into the kitchen and threw open the window wide. Outside she heard the linden tree rustling in the breeze. It was getting cooler and the evening was getting late.
She made herself some tea and drank it silently in the living room. One long night was all she could give him. She sat for about an hour not moving.
She was listening to the sounds of her heart. First the soft rhythm of her heartbeat filled her ears and she let it carry her gently away.
Then as she grew more tired the memories of his long hard body sliding smooth and graceful on top of her filled her mind.
As if they came up from her heart and belly, like vapors, they swirled around and made her dizzy. His long hard cock slipping silently inside her and making her shiver, made her sigh even yet.
His ribs and belly, heaving and twisting with passion as she went down on him taking his member in her mouth wetly. So long and sweet were those times when she felt him growing harder and longer in her mouth as she sucked him.
The way he bucked his lean body as she flicked the tip of her tongue over his penis, they way he pulsed in and out of her mouth making her move like a flower opening more and more with each stroke.
The way he slid into her vagina smooth and tender with the first tentative strokes and then almost brutal when the way was wet and open. Harder and harder she had loved to take him. Of all the men she had ever had, his strokes thrilled her more than any other's.
The way he nibbled and chewed on her neck and made her twist this way and that under his tongue was delicious. She sighed, turning her head from one side to the other on the back of the couch. She would miss his loving.
NO matter how much of a bastard he was she could never hate him. All the sweet love which had poured over her like fountains of semen and caresses had steeled her heart tight against any hatred of him.
But still she had to do what she had to do and if he couldn't go along then they would have to be apart.
It hurt more than anything she could remember. Her parents were different and there was nothing like the feeling for them in her feeling for Bob. She loved and cherished them simply for who they were and what they had given her so long ago in the past it was less than a memory.
But what Bob had given her was more than just a memory. Every ball with him had sent her so high she thought she was never going to come down. Every time he kissed her it had seemed as if she were going to go into orbit.
Of course she remembered only the good times and those times were so sweet that despite herself she found herself wanting him again. She listened for the turn of the doorknob and the sound of his heavy tread over the hall floor.
The way he had of coming in softly and pouncing on her, tumbling them into bizarre postures and not letting her move, made her laugh. Yes, what she felt for him was not the love she felt for her parents, for what he gave to her meant something to her as she was right at that moment. It meant something to her as a woman and as a woman she craved him.
But as the small hours of the morning crawled on she fell into fitful sleep on the couch. She awoke at four and pulled a knitted afghan over her in the chill.
The wind was blowing hard outside but she was too cold to get up and close the window. When she opened her eyes next it was seven o'clock in the morning and the sun was shining in her eyes. She rubbed them and sat up stiffly.
The sleep had not been enough to wash the numbing fatigue of the speed from her body and it was painful to pull herself upright.
She washed her face and looked around the apartment as if the confirm what she already knew. Then without putting on any music or even humming to herself, she got her clothes and records together. She piled everything in some boxes and stacked them by the door.
Then she stood by the front door looking down the long stairs. They seemed to stretch down narrow and close and for a moment she felt like Alice peering down the rabbit hole.
All at once she couldn't bear the place. She didn't want Bob coming back and finding her. Scenes like that were so unnecessary when something had been decided once and for all.
She hurried back inside and carried each heavy box over to Tammy's place. She woke her old friend up but Tammy took one look at the boxes and understood.
"I just want to leave them here," Sheila said. "Is it okay?" Tammy threw her arms around Sheila.
"Of course it's okay," she said. "You can live here too if you want. I'd be glad to have you back."
They hugged for a moment then Sheila hurried back to get the other boxes. They were very heavy and it wasn't near. By the third trip her arms were aching and she caught herself wishing Bob were there to help with his long powerful muscles.
She set the box down and sat on it, laughing at herself. Harder and harder she laughed in the early morning light. Her head was cradled in her hands, and she laughed until the tears rolled down her cheeks. Her eyes were red and she kept on laughing until the laughter turned to tears and the sobs to tears of joy.
She turned her face to the sun, cursing and blessing Bob for being all the things he was, and all the things he had to be. Laughing softly to herself now, she lifted the heavy box higher in her arms and stumbled down the sidewalk into her future.
Where would she go? How would she get there? She was going to need a room for the summer, at least, and a job in order to get some bread to pay for the rent and food.
She could have let it crowd in on her and overtake her sensibilities but she didn't. Suddenly, her mind was calmer than it had been all her life, and she felt capable of handling any difficulties that could come up.
The Damned box was heavy now, and Sheila pushed it to the side of the road. Across the street was a small diner where she could get something to eat. If they were pleasant, perhaps they'd let her store her package at their place while she looked around for an apartment during the day. Naturally, they would think her rather strange, coming in at such an odd hour, but she didn't care at this point. She knew what she had to do, and she simply would go about doing it.
She walked into the coffee shop with her box, and the hostess looking rather bleary-eyed from a long night of work, told her to put it behind the counter, that it would be fine to leave it there, as long as she planned to come back and get it.
Sheila smiled, and sat down at a small booth. She wasn't particularly tired, but neither was she wide-awake, so the quiet booth, and the coffee and Danish she ordered was just right for the moment. The steaming liquid felt good sliding down her throat, and the time she lingered over it was time spent feeling out the situation. How much she had to do! How intensely she was going to have to make up for the time lost wasting away her life with too much sex and too many drugs.
How had she come this far? Sheila wondered to herself. Was being a doctor something that was just too much of a challenge? Was it a falsehood to believe that it was a goal she could, realistically, reach? Sheila's hand woundaround the warmth of the coffee cup, and the tears came easily to her eyes. Maybe her parents, after all this time, were right in thinking that she should "settle" and not try to achieve the unachievable.
But damn them! Sheila cried to herself, lifting her coffee to her lips and sipping at the heat of it. Damn all of them! I can do what I want to with my life, and nobody-nobody-is going to tell me differently.
I've really fucked up, though, Sheila's thought process continued. I've fucked up badly, and I'm going to have to get with it, or I'll never make it. I'm going to have it three times as hard, anyway, because I'm a woman. Why did I have to feed right into what everyone believes, and fuck up because of sex? I'll show them and I'll show myself, that I can do it.
Her coffee cup was empty, and she was more than grateful when the tired, but smiling waitress came over to the booth to fill it for her.
"Starting the day early?" she asked hesitantly. It was a good way around what was quite obvious about a young girl with a big box, wandering the streets at dawn.
Sheila looked up and half-laughed. "Yeah," she said. "Real early. I seem to be out of an apartment." What the hell-the truth might get her someplace, after all the shit she'd been through.
"I figured," said the waitress. "I only asked, because I figured, and because I know a place you might be interested in, if you want a quiet pad."
It was sort of a testing question, and Sheila responded positively. "Quiet is just what I want," she answered. "Quiet and solitude."
"Let me get you the number and address," the waitress said, "and you can copy it down."
Her cousin, it turned out, was leaving town for the summer and wanted to sublet his apartment. He was a young doctor, and his internship in the town hospital was ending. The city in which his residency would take place required him to be there during the summer, and he would be returning in September only to formally break his lease. He simply hadn't the time to go through with moving everything right now, and wanted to sublet for the summer.
The place wasn't far from the diner, Sheila saw, and thanked the waitress profusely. She had imagined a whole day of walking around, trying to find a place, but if this one turned out, it would be time and headaches saved. A young doctor ... Fuck off, Sheila! her mind contradicted her other mind's urging.
While she drank the second cup of coffee, she thought more about the life she had to live. It was ridiculous, of course, to think that she had to cut off all personal relationships simply because she wanted to be a doctor: she simply had to put inflexible limits on herself. She had a lot to do in a short time, but she also had to realize that she was a human being, and that, as such, had sexual longings that could realistically-and in a reasonable fashion-be fulfilled.
How good it would feel to just have a pleasant, ongoing affair with someone, to love that someone and yet still get the work done that she had to do. It was possible-she knew that. It was more than possible; it was done every day by millions of people. Millions of people had jobs, and work to do, and still lived their lives together. It was what she wanted, too.
She'd forgotten to eat the Danish, and picked at it a bit with the end of the coffee. She was somewhat hungry, but impatient, and didn't want to sit still. It was only six in the morning, but she wanted to get over to the apartment.
Don't be ridiculous! she laughed at herself. You can't go over there so early in the morning. You know exactly what you'd set yourself up for! She could picture herself waking up the cousin and having the usual sexual scene ensue.
It was probably just what the part of her who wanted to fuck up her life wanted. Shit, how would she ever get out of it?
Her Danish was uninteresting; her coffee was gone. Sheila picked up the check, paid it, said a few words to the waitress, and told her she'd see her later in the day when she picked up the box.
Out on the street, the sun was breaking through the darkness, and Sheila watched the leaves of the trees become clearer and clearer. What the hell, she thought, so what if I am setting myself up? I'll just resist, that's all, because I want that apartment more than anything, and I'll just have to tell the guy to fuck off if he tries anything.
She walked fairly quickly to the address she'd written down on a napkin, and buzzed the correct apartment. There was no answer, and she continued to buzz until a voice answered. "Yes?"
"My name is Sheila Overton. Your cousin gave me this address ... about subletting the apartment. I'm sorry I came so early, I ... "
The buzzer signaled the door being unlocked, and Sheila walked in.
Two flights up, the apartment door was open, and as she looked in, she saw that it was a blaze of lights. A fully clothed young man in levis and a work shirt was standing at the threshold, looking rather surprised, but smiling.
"Hi," he said, rather quietly. "Don't mind me if I seem a little stupored. I've been up all night with my research project."
Sheila was more than relieved. He'd been studying all night? Terrified he'd understand her situation perfectly, and maybe she wouldn't have to use her body in order to get something she wanted.
"Anyway, come on in. My name's Michael Davis, Sheila." He reached out and shook her hand, ushering her into the apartment. "Sit down. I was just about to have my thirtieth cup of coffee-join me?"
Sheila did. She marveled at the apparent ease with which this young man went about his business, the ease with which he had stayed up all night working because he had to, because he wanted to, because something mattered to him that much.
He sat down with the coffee, and asked her why she was hanging around this town during the summer, and suddenly it was quite easy for Sheila to spill the whole story.
"I've just really fucked up," she said, "and I've got to have the peace and solitude enough to undo it all. If I'm going to get into med school, I'm going to need a record three times as good as any male's."
"That's true, Sheila," answered Michael, relaxing back in his chair, closing his eyes for a moment. "And you're going to fight damned hard, even once you get the good record. It's a man's world, in medicine, and they don't generally want women around."
"What do you think about it?" asked Sheila, hesitantly.
"Sheila," sighed Michael, "I think that if you're qualified, if you've got something to offer to those people you'll service, then by all means you should fight like hell to get in. If you're only out to prove something, don't: get out of the field now, before you get hurt."
Sheila listened to him. She'd never been quite so impressed with another human being. Michael was attractive, and yet serious about his career. He knew what he had to do, and he was going about doing it.
"I want to sublet the apartment, Michael. I need time and a place to be alone, time to make up for all the shit I got myself into."
"Then it's yours, Sheila." It was as simple as that. "But I'll tell you what-why don't we meet later in the afternoon, after I get some sleep, and we can talk about the rent and the telephone and shit like that?"
"Sure, great," said Sheila, and she rose from the chair. Her hand reached out for Michael's, as he reached out for hers. "And thanks a lot, Michael."
"Thank you, Sheila. I was getting a little desperate when I couldn't find anyone to sublet the place. It's a load off my mind to know that it'll be taken care of."
Sheila left the apartment, feeling somewhat settled, but still unsure. After all, she needed a place to stay right away, and what if Michael wasn't leaving for a few days, even a week? She'd seen a few suitcases open in his living room, but nothing complete-looking. Well, she would simply have to hang out in the park, and maybe go back to Tammy's.
She spent the day in the park, and in some of the shops in town. She was fatigued, but she didn't feel as though she could stop. At about three in the afternoon, she went back to Michael's place and buzzed. The return buzz let her in, and she climbed the two flights to where the young man stood, clean-shaven now, and in a fresh pair of dungarees.
"Hi," he greeted her. "How's it going?"
"Okay," she said quietly. She felt as if she and Michael were old friends, and she didn't feel the need to put out any facade of false feeling in front of him.
"Hungry?" Michael asked. "I've got some bacon and eggs going, and there's plenty more for two."
"Great," said Sheila, because she was famished at this point. "How come you're so nice?"
"Oh, I have nothing better to do," laughed Michael.
"Not much. Is that why you were up all night?"
Michael smiled at her, and brought her into the kitchen while he finished the eggs and bacon. He told her about the research project, and how special it was to him, and then asked her about the sort of thing that she wanted to do in medicine. She was more than willing to talk to him, and found it a relief that someone finally understood her when she spoke seriously about her future career.
"Everyone told me I was a fool, Michael," Sheila said, and it was hard for her to keep back the tears. "You're the first one who can understand."
"That's because I know for myself, Sheila. I know precisely how much guts it takes to become a doctor, and that's for a man. It takes a hell of a lot more for a woman."
They ate the eggs and bacon in relative silence, and Sheila was aware that Michael was watching her.
Finally he spoke. "You're beautiful, Sheila. I'm sure you know that. You're going to have one hell of a Fight ahead of you."
"I know," Sheila whispered. The right relationship, she was thinking ... it would be so perfect with Michael. She wanted to reach out and touch his hand, she wanted to-
"Don't think it, Sheila. If you give in to those feelings, I'll give in to mine, too, and the way I feel right now, I could be in the bedroom in an instant, making love to you. So let's leave it for now. There's too much work to do, and there's a lot of time in the future."
"Sure," spoke Sheila quietly, "okay."
Michael touched her hand briefly, gently. There was a silence too long between them, and then the stronger and more mature broke the touch. "Help me pack?" he asked her.
"Sure," Sheila smiled.
At six, Michael was at his threshold, where Sheila had first met him. Untouched and undiscovered, somehow she still felt he was hers. She had all the instructions about the apartment, all the keys.
"See you soon," said Michael, "probably around Labor Day. But I'll be in touch before. Please take care-"
Michael leaned over and kissed her lips lightly, then turned and walked down the stairs.
My new lover, Sheila whispered to herself. You'll be enough for me until I can get myself out of this hole, and yes, I'll see you soon-around Labor Day.
