The names have been changed to protect the guilty.
 

Episode #2:  My Next Surprise

Talking to Angela on the phone the next day dismissed any worries I might have had about our encounter being a one-time deal. I was surprised to find out how much we had in common. Like me, she confessed to being somewhat of a high school outcast, someone that was always overlooked by everyone else. Unlike me, though, in her first year of college, she’d decided to break herself out of that mold once and for all.  She’d gone out and got her nose pierced, and the next day she found out that she wasn’t invisible anymore.

"It wasn’t like I was a different person or anything," she explained, "but I was a lot harder for people to ignore me." I felt much the same about my camera. Without it, I was just another college boy.  With it, I wasn’t a lot more, but I was a college boy with a purpose.

It turned out that she worked the next few nights but had Friday off, so we made a date. I still owed her dinner, but it felt a little odd to be making our first date *after* we’d had sex. I wasn’t going to complain about it, though, in fact I was busy thanking God and whatever other mystical beings that might have been listening.

The next two days I spent occupied with classes and projects. I was able to develop the film from of Angela’s modeling session in the Art Department darkroom, and found many photos that were perfect for my assignment, along with the rest that were perfect for looking at late at night when no one was around.

I still wanted at least one more model to balance out the spread, but I didn’t think my luck would hold. I was looking for a girl who wasn’t necessarily as punk-ish as Angela, but one that radiated the strength and independence of a modern woman, preferably blonde or red-haired for contrast.

That Thursday, after a few unsuccessful attempts to recruit another subject, I gave up and went shopping.  I had been saving some money, and I finally decided to buy the full size video camera outfit that I’d wanted.  It was a little expensive, but no small part of my reason for getting it revolved around Angela and her apparent enjoyment of sex on film. I was dying to try it out, so I took it to campus that afternoon and looked for anything interesting to record, though I knew that I really should’ve been studying instead of wandering around at school.

I approached a few independent-looking girls, hoping that my new camera may help to persuade them into posing. It didn’t, although one seemed slightly interested until she saw her boyfriend and ran off with him. Boyfriends. The greatest enemy of the young male art student. I wandered around aimlessly until dark, ending up by the PhysEd building. I went inside, curious to see if there was anything going on that might be worth filming.

While walking down the hall, I heard the unmistakable shouting and stomping of feet that announced a karate class in session. I went up to the open door and looked in, seeing about two dozen students in white uniforms going through drills. It looked like an advanced class, with a lot of brown and several black belts present.

They were practicing kata, and it was the most interesting thing I’d seen so far. The class was mostly male, with only a handful of female students. One especially caught my eye, a tall, wiry, and athletic-looking blonde with pleasant features. She wasn’t the most attractive girl in the class, but she had a strong, physically capable look that the others lacked.

She was a blue belt, and was performing her moves very smoothly and gracefully. I had taken a karate class for two quarters, but I didn’t seem to have the natural ability for it that some people did. The blonde blue belt obviously had it. I began filming the class, her in particular, pondering how she’d look doing similar moves on stills. Pretty good, probably. With a dark backdrop and the right lighting...

With a shout and a series of bowing, the class ended. I loitered around, waiting for her to come out, figuring I might as well give it a shot. She came out through the door and hardly glanced in my direction as she started toward the locker room.

"Excuse me," I said, catching up to her. She turned and slowed, regarding me with the suspicious and appraising look that I’d begun to grow accustomed to.

"What?" She asked, sounding a little impatient. She was nearly as tall as I was, and though thin, her frame was supple and well toned. I noticed that she was rather flat chested, but large breasts would’ve been out of proportion on her. A light sheen of sweat made her face and upper chest glisten.

"I’m sorry to bother you," I began. "But I saw your kata in the class. I’m working on a photography assignment and honestly, you’d be perfect for it." I spoke rapidly but clearly, minimizing the chance that she’d be able to duck away without at least considering my words. She frowned, her blue eyes wandering over my camera.

"Photography?" She said it like it was a dirty word.

"Yeah. I’m doing a layout called the ‘Nineties Woman’, and I need one more subject to finish it. One that radiates strength, independence, and confidence, all the qualities of a modern woman, and frankly, that’s you."

Her look softened a little, but not much. "Sorry," she said, brushing a lock of damp-looking hair from her face.  "But I don’t think I’m interested."

I didn’t give up so easily. "If you’re busy, it wouldn’t take more than a half-hour, and we could go to the art studio right here on campus." I smiled. "Its not like you’d be going off somewhere alone with a stranger."

She smiled faintly. "I’m flattered, but no, thank you."  She turned and headed off for the women’s locker room, disappearing through the swinging doors. My spirits sank. I thought about calling it a night and heading home, but I decided to go through the rest of the building first. Maybe there was a gymnastics class in session or something.

No such luck. The place seemed mostly deserted, and I was walking down the steps toward the parking lot when I heard a voice from behind me.

"Hey!"  It was a woman’s voice, and I turned to see the blonde blue belt hurrying toward me with a gym bag over her shoulder. She had changed into a pair of jean shorts and a gray tank top, her curly blonde hair falling loosely about her shoulders. "You still need a model?"  She called, looking down at me from the top of the steps.

"Sure!"  I replied, a bit surprised that she’d changed her mind. She descended the steps quickly and stopped next to me, her blue eyes practically level with mine.

"I guess I could stand to do a few pictures," she said with a shrug, looking at me as if she was doing me a favor.  Which she was.

“All right," I said, keeping my expression businesslike. "My name’s Rick."

"Nicole," she replied, a brief smile flickering across her face.

"Nice to meet you, Nicole.  How about we go to the studio?"

"After you."

I asked her a little about herself on the way, filming her responses with the video camera. She was somewhat less than talkative. I managed to find out that she was a junior and working on a dual major in Business and Psychology, but she didn’t seem to be in the mood to volunteer any information about herself, so I fell silent until we got to the Art building.

Luck was still with me, as the place was deserted. I fetched my 35mm from my locker and set up the studio as Nicole stood in front of the tripod and watched.

"Okay," I said as I adjusted my camera. "Try standing right about there," I said, indicating a spot on the floor.  "Face the camera and look right at it."  She wordlessly obliged, instantly falling into an arms-crossed, hips-forward defiant posture that somehow fit her perfectly.

She looked steadily into the camera, almost glaring at it. As I snapped a few pictures, I asked her if she’d ever modeled before. She hadn’t.

"You’re a natural," I told her. "I could see you as a professional model." She frowned in disbelief.  "No, really! I’m not joking." And I wasn’t. She was very photogenic, maybe even more so than Angela. Nicole reminded me of something primal, almost bestial.

"Shake your head a little," I instructed. "Mess up your hair."

She looked at me strangely for a moment, but she complied, tossing her head and mussing her hair with her fingers. There it was. The animal. Her wild hair and her thin and athletic frame gave her the look of a swift and agile predator, a cheetah or greyhound in human shape.

"Wonderful, Nicole," I said, shooting away and feeling rather impressed. "You look wonderful."  I had her change positions several times, ending with her crouching on the floor like she was about to leap. I used up two rolls of film before I knew it, and I paused to let her have a break.

Nicole smiled as she rose, brushing a strand of hair out of her eyes. "This is pretty cool," she commented with a shrug, and I grinned.

"Are you glad you changed your mind?"  I asked, and she nodded sheepishly before walking out to the hallway for a drink. I was beginning to think I had something here. You could hire a student model through the school for anywhere from twenty to fifty bucks per session, but many of those were nowhere near as good as Angela or Nicole. Either I was having incredible luck, or the campus was a treasure trove of undiscovered talent. Maybe it was both.

When Nicole came back, I asked if she would mind changing into her karate gi and performing some action poses.  She didn’t mind, and went off to the bathroom to change. In a few minutes she emerged and walked in, looking at me questioningly. I instructed her do a few punches and kicks, which she did, also seeming a little surprised that I knew the Japanese terminology for them.

“How long have you studied karate?" She asked between clicks of the camera.  I confessed that I only took two quarters, and she smiled as she executed a beautifully savage side-thrust kick, the thick material of her uniform snapping in the air from the quickness of her movements. I’m not too easily frightened, but Nicole was definitely not someone I would want to be pissed off at me.

I cleared the floor and asked her if she’d like to perform a kata in front of the camera. She agreed, and I took the camera off the tripod so I could follow her movements. She waited until I was ready, then launched herself into motion, beating the hell out of several unseen opponents while I clicked away. Her uniform fell open more than once as she lunged and pivoted, treating me to a glimpse of her boyish chest, though there was nothing boyish about the pair of large bumps poking at gray material of her tank top. She finished with a bow, not even seeming to be out of breath.

"That was great," I said with a grin. "I wouldn’t want to run into you in a dark alley." Given the right circumstances, that wasn’t entirely true. In fact, I could think of a lot of dark places where I’d like to run into her, but I pushed those thoughts aside.

She rested her hands on her hips and grinned back. "How about a free lesson, then?" I shrugged, not seeing any harm in it—not much at least—and abandoned the camera and walked over to her. I stopped about four feet away, beginning to feel a little apprehensive as she stood there, still grinning.

Before I really knew what had happened, I was on my back on the carpet. In a flash, she’d grabbed my shoulder and swept my foot out from under me, soft-landing me on the ground and driving her fist at my face. I instinctively tried to block her, but she was way too fast.

"Iiaaahh!"  Her fist hovered a millimeter over my nose, her knee resting on my solar plexus. She stood, then helped me to my feet.

"Lesson Number One," she said with an amused expression. "Don’t trust a stranger." She broke into a grin, then headed for the bathroom, leaving me feeling foolish for being so easy. That and looking down her top as she had leaned down to help me up.

She changed and came back, asking if we were done. Not really wanting to be, I asked if there was anything I could do to repay her for being such a great model.

“Not necessary,” she answered, “it was fun. Maybe you can give me copies of the pictures when they’re done? "

I nodded. "Sure, I’d be happy to." She gave me her phone number and said to give her a call when they were finished. I scribbled it down on the back of a box of film, then thanked her as she smiled and walked out. I felt vaguely excited and wondered if it was possible that she actually liked me. I didn’t know, but I did know that I was worried that Angela alone might be too much for me to handle, let alone her and someone like Nicole at the same time. The very fact that I’d been presented with such a dilemma, imagined or not, was mind-boggling. This was all happening too fast.

The next day couldn’t pass quickly enough, but eventually it was evening, and when a knock came on the door to my apartment, I rushed to answer it. There stood Angela, nose ring and all, in a brown knit-wool top and a fairly tight pair of black jeans. Her long black hair was loose and combed, and she was also sporting a nicer pair of boots. She didn’t wear much makeup, which was good because she didn’t need to. She looked great. I stared at her for a moment before she invited herself in by grabbing me by the waist and kissing me on the lips.

Being spontaneously kissed by a good-looking girl like Angela was going to take some getting used to, though I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. I took her around the shoulders and kissed her back passionately until she eventually broke away.

"Well," she asked, smoothing her shirt and smiling.  "You ready to go?"

"Yeah," I answered, feeling lightheaded. After grabbing my keys and locking the door, I escorted her to my car.

We went to a nice little Thai restaurant that I knew, and as the evening progressed, I learned a bit more about the girl that had exposed herself to my camera and then fucked me so wildly on the couch in my studio. She was only twenty, and she hadn’t had a boyfriend in almost two years. And, as she told me quite candidly, rubbing the toe of her boot against my thigh, she’d never had better sex than she did with me that night.

She was like a dream come true. Angela was a smart, funny, delightfully weird and definitely sexy young woman. Not to mention aggressive, as I was soon reminded.

We finished with dinner and walked out to my car, Angela following me to the driver’s side and pushing up against me. She leaned her body on mine as she kissed me passionately in the dark parking lot.  My hands roved over her back and down to cup the cheeks of her tight little ass through her jeans, and I felt her hands rubbing over my chest and over the growing bulge in my pants.

"Jesus, Rick," she gasped. "How do you make me so fucking hot?" That was something that I’d begun to wonder myself, but she didn’t seem to feel like waiting for an answer anyway. She suddenly dropped to her knees on the pavement and unzipped my jeans, exposing my hardening cock to the world for a moment before covering it again with her mouth. I looked around, my head reeling with disbelief as Angela lustfully ate my dick in the restaurant’s parking lot. Nobody seemed to be around, and we were far enough out of the light so that it would be difficult to see us.

Regardless, the fact that I was being sucked off by a horny coed in a public place was very exhilarating.  The quiet slurping and sucking noises she made as she gobbled me only turned me on even more. I stroked her hair affectionately, groaning as she swallowed my prick and began deep-throating me. She may have just had dinner, but she definitely seemed to want my cum for dessert.

Angela rubbed my balls through my pants as she licked the underside of my knob with her long tongue, then slid it all the way into her throat with one smooth motion. I could feel her lips pressing into the skin at the base of my cock, her nose brushing my pubic hair. She began constricting the muscles of her throat around my shaft, and I groaned as I felt the pressure pushing me quickly toward an explosive release.

Seconds before I was about to cum, she slid it out of her throat and began sucking hard on just the head, her hand pumping my slick rod like she was milking it. And she was. I grunted in ecstasy as I felt my cock swell, then eject a heavy blast of thick nut-milk into her mouth. I kept groaning and shooting, and she kept sucking and pumping until the last weakest spurt had been drained out.

She let go of my dick and stood, then looked me in the eyes and opened her mouth. Even in the dim light I could see the pearly pool of my sperm on her tongue, and I felt like cumming again as she slowly and dramatically swallowed, closing her eyes and seeming to savor it as it slid down her throat to her stomach.

I groaned, pulling her to me and kissing her, tasting the salty residue of my cum on her tongue as it played with mine. I must’ve have done something incredibly good in a past life for fate to have sent Angela into my life.

Suddenly, we heard the voices of people leaving the restaurant, and I quickly tucked my shrinking dick back into my pants as Angela went over to the passenger side and got in. I got in myself and shut the door, my knees wobbly. I looked over at Angela, who smiled almost innocently. I couldn’t resist grinning, then breaking out laughing. She joined me.

"If that was all you wanted for dinner," I said as I pulled out of the parking lot, "we could’ve stayed home."

She grinned.  "Hey, that was just an appetizer.  Besides, it’s not healthy to fuck all night on an empty stomach."  I couldn’t argue with that logic, and by the time I pulled up at my apartment, my cock had nearly recovered.

It was my turn to be aggressive as I tackled her to the living room couch. She laughed and wrestled with me, but I don’t think she tried too hard as I quickly pinned her hands down and lay on top of her. I could feel her warm and quickly breathing body underneath me, and she was looking up at me with a wide smile and a sexy gleam in her eyes. Before, I had begun to think that I would live the rest of my life as a lonely virgin, and in the space of only a few days I had become the lover of a beautiful and equally sex-starved young woman, and all I’d really had to do was try.

"Are you going to look at me all night, or are you gonna kiss me?" She asked with a sweet smile.

I snapped out of my reverie and ducked my head to kiss Angela’s pretty mouth, the mouth that had worked so wonderfully on my dick only minutes before. She sucked and bit lightly at my lips, lifting her legs up and locking them around my waist as we kissed hungrily. I felt a thrill as she started dry-humping me. I already knew very well how feisty she was, but she never ceased to surprise me with her randy behavior. She slowly ground her crotch against my pelvis, and I could feel the heat of her pussy even through the material of our pants.

"God, I’m so hot," she moaned in my ear. "You’re going to have to do something before I cum in my pants."

She didn’t have to ask me twice.  Eager for a little dessert of my own, I sat back, pulling her up with me so that she was sitting on my lap with her legs still wrapped around me. I caressed her tits through her top, feeling the hard circles of her nipple rings and very gently tugging on them. Angela was rubbing her fingers through my hair and sucking hard at my neck, probably giving me a hickey. I didn’t mind in the slightest. I slowly pulled her wool top up and off, taking the black cotton undershirt she had on with it. Once again she was without a bra, and I tugged and played with her tittie rings, seeing that her nipples were already hard.

I leaned down and sucked one into my mouth, ring and all. Angela sighed against my neck as I flicked it with my tongue, squeezing her other tit with my hand so that it wouldn’t feel neglected.

I soon released her nipple and kissed wetly all over her chest and neck. Every inch of her skin fascinated me, and doubted that I could ever get enough of her. I sucked and licked at her other nipple as I slowly unbuckled her belt and unbuttoned her jeans. I slid my hand down her belly to explore, finding nothing but smooth skin and her trimmed patch of soft pubes. She bucked her hips forward against my hand as I slid my fingers between her thighs and stroked her very hot and very wet snatch, feeling her clit ring rub against my palm. Her thick and swollen pussy lips almost seemed to nip at my fingers, making me think of a joke I’d heard in high school: How can you tell if a girl is horny? When you stick you hand down her pants and it feels like a horse eating oats. I’d laughed at it then, but in Angela’s case, it seemed to be true.

I slid my middle finger inside her, and she began humping my finger, her arms locked around my neck and her mouth sucking on my earlobe as she groaned into my ear. After only a few moments, she suddenly ground her pelvis down on my hand and whimpered loudly as she came on my finger. Talk about hot pants, I think hers were melting. It felt wonderful to be the inspiration for her passion, though I still couldn’t really understand how or why.

She panted as her climax subsided, and I lowered her down and knelt next to her, managing to untangle her legs from my waist. I unlaced her boots and pulled them off, then tugged at her pants. She lifted her butt, allowing me to slide them off and drop them to the floor. The bare lips of her pussy were open and wet, and coated with a trace of whitish froth, presumably from being stirred up by my finger. She sighed deeply as I lowered my head and ran my tongue slowly along the length of her slit, covering both lips and grazing her exposed clit and the silver ring hanging from the hood. I licked the foam from her labia, savoring the sweet taste of her cum. I wanted more, and I began sucking and licking eagerly. She moaned and gasped as I ate her, sliding my tongue as deeply as I could into her juicy hole, sometimes pausing to take a long, cool slurp at her hot flesh. Within a few minutes, she was panting and clutching tightly at the cushions as I drew an orgasm from her with my mouth. I wasn’t quite finished yet, in fact, Angela’s pussy was one meal that I’d never get tired of. I began to mouth her yummy twat again as she recovered, fluttering my tongue back and forth over her labia and clit.  She whimpered and almost immediately came again, and I slowed down to give her time to catch her breath.

I was curious as to how many times she could come, and I was determined to find out.  She began to rise, and I grabbed her slender hips with my hands and held her still as I smiled up at her between licks.

She relaxed and closed her eyes. "Good boy," she said with a grin, patting me on the head affectionately like a favorite pet. I chuckled into her pussy, then began lapping at her like a thirsty dog. She moaned, then gasped as I sucked her clit and the folds of skin around it into my mouth. I flicked my tongue over the erect nub, even batting the ring around a little. I slid my index finger into her creamy hole and began fucking her with it.

Angela grunted. "Oh my God." Her voice was an urgent whimper that fueled my tonguing and finger-fucking, and in a few minutes more she screamed and shuddered violently, looking more like she was having a seizure than an orgasm.

As her groans and whimpers died down, I pulled my head back and surveyed her crotch. The black pubic hair at the top of her slit was wet and matted, and her shaved pussy lips were a dark reddish-brown, and glazed with a clear mixture of my spit and her thick juices, much like my own lips and chin were.  Her clit was barely peeking out from under its pierced hood, looking almost afraid to come back out again.  My eyes fell lower to the tight pucker of her anus, and I suddenly knew where my next attack would begin.

I dropped my head and extended my tongue, spreading her cheeks apart as I tentatively licked the fleshy rosebud of Angela’s asshole. She gasped, whether in surprise or pleasure I couldn’t tell, but she made no indication that it was unwelcome. It didn’t taste bad, either. A little tangy, but not bad.

She grunted and squirmed as I began tonguing her butt in earnest. "Oohhh yes," she hissed.  "That feels so nasty!"

After swirling my tongue around her bunghole for a minute, I returned my attention to her pussy, sliding my middle finger back in and slurping at her clit. Once my finger was well coated with her natural lube, I pulled it out and placed it at the slightly relaxed pucker of her ass. I pushed gently, and it slid past her tight opening and into her body.

"Oh Jesus," she whimpered. I slipped my index finger into her pussy, and her voice trailed off into a series of unintelligible grunts as I started licking her again while simultaneously fingering both of her holes. Her back arched as she humped her ass against my fingers and mouth, her pelvic bone grinding against my nose. She was gasping loudly, making little strangled noises in her throat as I worked on making her cum again. I didn't have to work long. Her body lifted almost entirely up off the couch as she climaxed violently, her butt and pussy squeezing rhythmically at my fingers. She finally relaxed after what must'va been close to a minute-long orgasm, going completely limp and breathing with long, heavy sighs. Her eyes were closed and the look on her face was one of near-unconscious bliss. She looked more beautiful than ever.

She didn't move for a few moments, and I was beginning to think that she'd passed out or something. "Hey," I said softly, moving up next to her and rubbing her shoulder. "You okay?"

She blinked and groaned in response, then reached up with a shaky hand and took mine, bringing it to her mouth and weakly kissing my palm. She sucked at my hand for a minute before she seemed able to talk.

"God, Rick," she gasped. "That was beyond awesome."

I smiled, feeling rather pleased with myself.

"Warn me before you do that again though," she said.  "I don't think I can take very many of those."

"Alright. I will," I answered, taking her hand to my own mouth and licking her palm.

She smiled faintly, looking drained. "Damn. I wanted to fuck you silly and now I can barely move."

"Don’t worry, I think I can handle things, if you still feel like it."

She managed a grin. "Sure. Just give me a minute." She closed her eyes, and I began kissing her ear, nibbling on her earlobe and batting her five earrings around with my tongue. Angela only rested about thirty seconds before she opened her eyes again.

"Okay," she breathed, looking up at me with a sexy, crooked smile. "Fuck me."

That was all the encouragement I needed.  I stood and quickly undressed, then climbed back on the couch and lowered myself between her outstretched legs, guiding my painfully hard erection to the lips of her very slippery pussy. I pushed my hips forward and groaned as I slid balls-deep into her with a single thrust. She grunted, grabbing my hips and trying to pull me in even further. Her warm, squelching pussy felt incredibly soothing around my dick, and I began gently driving it in and out, taking my time and enjoying every little sensation.

Angela locked her legs around my waist again as she began to slowly move her hips up at me. I fucked her with long, slow strokes, surprised that I didn’t cum right away after the excitement of our prolonged foreplay. She was moaning and nibbling at my lower lip, her arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body. We humped steadily for a while until she was on the verge of cumming again. I wasn’t far behind, and I began pumping harder in the hope that we would get there at the same time. She ended up beating me by a few seconds, but she was still cumming as I started exploding inside her. The sensation of her pussy tightening on my cock as I spurted was completely mind-blowing. I emptied myself into her sexy body, grunting and groaning and holding her tightly against me until I had nothing left.

She tousled my hair and sucked lightly on my ear as I slowly came back to my senses. "Where have you been all my life?" she asked quietly, fixing her dark brown eyes on mine. She looked sleepy.

"Waiting for you," I answered sincerely. She smiled and kissed my nose. "Well, we've managed to screw just about everywhere except the bed...how 'bout we go there next?"

She agreed and I stood up shakily, helping her up and leading her into the bedroom. I laid down, and she crawled over me and snuggled up close, resting her head on my shoulder. I could feel her nipple rings on my chest and ribs. I held her tight, enjoying the comforting warmth of her body. I’d slept alone for all of my adolescent and adult life, and just having Angela
there in bed with me was a great and wonderful thing.

"I love you," I whispered, suddenly realizing just how much she meant to me.

"Ummm," she moaned softly, and I realized that she was already asleep. I rubbed her back affectionately as I snuggled up even closer to her. I didn’t want to doze off right away; I wanted to stay awake and savor our closeness. But I was more tired than I thought, and I quickly faded out.