Freshman Orientation

Thursday Earlier

“One of the things that we try to encourage you to do is to view current and past relationships in context – kind of hold them up to the light so you can see what they really are and not try to pretend they didn’t happen or were something other than what they were.  That way they don’t fester and become emotional baggage.  Today I’d like to explore the question of how you feel about the sex you’ve had with your family members.”

Mr. Yang’s opening remarks were greeted with an obviously uncomfortable silence.  Amy herself squirmed mentally over the thoughts the proposition aroused in her.  It crashed her mellow mood.

Her euphoria had set in after being fucked awake by Marvin.  Today she had given her full attention to his efforts and they had reaped the mutual rewards of their cooperation.

Her state of mind had been further improved when she discovered the two overnight messages she had received from boys in the class.  One was from George’s roommate Simon.  Although they had barely spoken, he asked her for a fuck date.  The other was from Win, the Asian boy who had made Saree’s first Farleigh fuck such an unmemorable experience.  He also requested a fuck date, saying that some people had suggested her to him as a partner.

She had had no hesitation accepting Simon’s proposal.  About Win, she experienced some pause.  Would she be setting herself up for a bad sexual experience?  Her next thought shamed her into accepting.  She remembered her own observation to Luis the previous day.  Every fuck is a surprise package, right?  One can always be unexpectedly pleased by the contents of a surprise.  Besides, she couldn’t imagine crushing one of her classmates with a rejection.  She would probably be depressed if the shoe were on the other foot.

Their counselor was looking from face to face around the circle.  Even Jet looked hesitant.

“Remember that this is a safe zone,” he prompted.

“I think that it’s just nice,” Elle volunteered.  “I like it when my dad fucks me.  I feel really close to him.”

“I think it’s taking advantage,” Saree rejoined.  “My dad never made any moves on me and I wouldn’t want him to.  I like our relationship just the way it is.”

That exchange did not succeed in breaking the ice.  No one else contributed.  Amy’s brain teemed with recollections of her dad.

Mr. Yang was apparently intent on persisting.

“I’m not going to ask for a show of hands to see how many of you have been fucked by your natural fathers or by blood siblings.  I just want to explore the topic since there is a lot of controversy about it.”

Jet’s hand went up.

“Just for the record, I don’t have any experience to contribute.  My dad’s a seriously married straight arrow and I don’t have any brothers old enough to fuck, just a half-brother who’s barely out of diapers.”  She smiled.  “Even for me, he’s off limits.”

There were a few titters as their counselor acknowledged her declaration with a nod.

“Okay, but you have an opinion, don’t you?”

Jet sat up straight and fixed him with a resolute look.  Even her tits seemed to stand up and point their nipples assertively.  It was clear that a hot button had been pushed.

“I have the same opinion about this as anything else that doesn’t affect me: let people do what they want.  If nobody gets hurt, whose business is it?”

“But of course, the possibility of getting hurt is the point.  Can a 13 year-old girl give her free consent to sex with her father who is an authority figure?  If she’s not giving consent freely, she’d being coerced and therefore being victimized – hurt.”

“It’s like just about everything else.” Serena was speaking.  “It depends.  For a girl who has a normal, loving relationship with her dad where they respect each other, fucking is a natural extension of their relationship.  If he’s domineering and intimidates her into sex, that’s not okay.”

“Suppose by mutual consent she and her father become exclusive fuck partners.”

“I don’t think that’s healthy,” George interposed promptly.  “Having sex with your dad should not get in the way of fucking boys.  They ought to be two different … well, on two different planes.  They should not exclude one another.”

“Suppose the girl’s mother disapproves.  Should she have a vote?”

The ensuing silence was too prolonged.  Mr. Yang had to prompt them.

“I think it depends on what each of their relationships is to the daughter and to each other,” George said finally.  “Like, if the parents are living together with the daughter, I think the mother probably has a good perspective on their situation and should have a say.  If the parents aren’t together, then the girl has a separate relationship with her father that the mother shouldn’t be able to interfere with – unless she knows something really bad is going on.”

“How about brothers?”

“Brothers are a no-brainer.”  It was Francesca.  Amy was surprised that she was contributing and doing it so matter-of-factly.  “You can hardly avoid getting fucked by your brother if you live with him.  It kind of comes along with having to put up with his rude noises and his teasing.  It’s just there and you have to deal with it and make the best of it.”  She tossed her head.  “For what it’s worth, I have two brothers and seven male cousins.  I’ve been fucked by all of them and so have my older sister all of my girl cousins.”

“So no problems with that?”

Fran smiled.  “Not really.  It kind of works out.  They have to be nice to me when they want to get in my pussy, so it helps control their behavior a bit – for a while anyway.”

Mr. Yang displayed a slight smile as he nodded acknowledgement.  He was still smiling when he posed his next question.

“How about mothers who get their minor sons to fuck them?  Should there be any restrictions on that?”

“I don’t think it’s possible to emotionally injure a boy with sex – unless you tell him you won’t let him fuck you.”  Serena was grinning as she made her statement.  The rest of the group laughed out loud.  It was obviously a popular perception.  Mr. Yang acknowledged her sally with a broadened smile.

“Then boys are made of emotional rubber, but girls are china.  Is that what I’m hearing?”

He maintained his smile for the duration of the ensuing silence.  Finally, Tovah spoke.

“Okay, we have fun with it, but we all know boys have feelings and can be hurt, but from what I’ve seen – and I don’t have a live-in brother – I really think the only way you can hurt well-adjusted guy with sex is by rejection. And I just don’t connect that with intra-family sex.”

“I think it’s possible for a mother to pull the same I’m-in-charge-give-me-sex trick on a reluctant son,” Indu opined.  “If that happens and he gives in, the result is going to depend on his emotional resilience – the same as with a girl.”

“But how much does that happen?” Elle asked.  “Women aren’t as sexually aggressive as men.  I’m willing to bet that mothers don’t make demands on their sons nearly as often as fathers approach daughters.”

Their counselor folded his arms and looked suitably thoughtful. 

“I think I hear some emerging consensus.  Can someone summarize for us?  How about you, Ms. Withers?”

Amy was surprised to be called on, but she had been following the discussion closely and was prepared.

“I think what I heard is that sex in the family is okay as long as consent is freely given and it doesn’t interfere with outside relationships.”

“I think that’s what I heard, too,” he nodded.  “Anything of your own to add?”

Amy started her reply before she really knew what she would say.

“I think the family can be a good place to start having sex.  I think being fucked by a person you’re already close to makes it all so much easier to deal with … I mean, it can take the pressure off the situation so that you can learn to express yourself sexually without fear of rejection by a judgmental partner.  If your dad or brother fucks you, he’ll still love you afterward as he did before, you can’t lose that.  My take is that you can only gain.”

Mr. Yang let his gaze poll the audience.  No one volunteered anything.

“Okay, that’s enough for now.  We’re not trying to draw any conclusions.  The objective is to get you to open up and think about these situations.  Girls have ‘way too much tendency to submerge unpleasant memories and awkward situations.  Later, when those memories re-emerge from the subconscious they might have morphed into something really ugly – and damaging.  The important thing is to not put any negative sexual situation to bed without a thorough examination.  The best way is to discuss the sexual aspects of your relationship with that family member that fucked you.  Make it a natural part of your conversation.  When you reminisce about things, talk about the times you’ve fucked.  Let him know how you feel about it and that you’re good with it – or not.”

His hands went back to his hips, signaling a change in topic.  His cock seemed to have gained altitude, Amy noticed.

“The premise for this afternoon’s topic will be that there is a God.  If that’s so, how does he/she view our societal promiscuity?  In other words, are we all going to hell?”

He let them see his trace of a smile before he continued.  Saree was designed the discussion leader.  She hadn’t volunteered.

“And the sexercise is foursomes.  It’s a free format activity, but Ms. Pushkin is giving the boys some pointers.  Oh, and since 10 isn’t evenly divisible by four, there will be a couple of upperclassmen joining you for the sexercise.”

Now he did smile.  Then he dismissed them.  Amy paused to watch a smiling Lisa join Mr. Yang.  No apprehension was apparent in the girl.

When Amy turned to go, Saree was beside her.  Amy’s glance went to her companion’s well-shaped breasts first.  After they had exchanged greetings and started walking to their next appointment, the statuesque Arab girl broached the subject first.

“Looks like I’m in the minority when it comes to fun and games at home.”

“Only here,” Amy answered promptly.  “I’m pretty sure parent-child and sibling incest is still not a generally popular idea.  This crowd is on the cutting edge.”  She paused and then added quietly, “You gotta stick with your principles.”

Saree nodded but looked unhappy.

“Yeah, I plan to, but I kind of feel a little isolated when everyone else is going a different way.  Do you think I belong here?”

Amy was shocked.

“You’re kidding aren’t you?  You seem as well adjusted here as anyone I’ve talked to.  You actually seem to have an intellectual position about how you reconcile free fucking with your traditional religion.  I think that’s great.

“The way I see things,” Amy continued in a quieter vein, “is that Farleigh is as much about diversity as it is about advocating a free fucking lifestyle.  This place needs you a lot more than it needs the likes of me.  You bring something special to Farleigh.  I expect that down the road you could influence both the Farleigh lifestyle and your community.  You could turn out to be the person who has a key role in narrowing the differences between Islamic practice and open sexuality.  That would be huge!”

Saree blinked a couple of times before she reacted.

“Wow, how can I quit, when I’m such a person of destiny?” she deadpanned.  Then she allowed herself to smile.  “I don’t think I’m likely to replace the Prophet, but I see what you’re driving at.  This isn’t about fitting in, it’s about carving out your place.  That’s an interesting thought.”

Amy nodded with relief.

“Yeah, okay.  I got a little wound up there but you said it in a nutshell.”  She smiled apologetically.

“You know, you’re great, Amy.  You always know how to make things right.  You just made me feel so wonderful.  I’m happy I know you.”

What to do at a moment like this?  On impulse, Amy extended her arms to the other girl. Saree came and slipped her arms around Amy.  They held each other tightly, pressing their breasts together.  That reminded Amy of some earlier girl-girl embraces.  She drew her chin off the other girl’s shoulder.  Her partner did the same.  Their lips joined in one smooth motion.  The kiss was open, but Amy held back.  Saree did not.   Her heart tripping rapidly, Amy sucked her friend’s invading tongue.  When they broke, Saree was smiling dreamily.

“I’ve always wanted to try that, but up ‘til now I’ve never been with a girl I wanted to do it with.  That was nice.”

They became aware of the people around them.  Backing out of each other’s arms and assuming a more decorous attitude, they took their leaves with a promise to talk more later.

The sign at the entrance to the gym said “No Shoes Beyond this Point.”  Amy complied readily.  She had become nearly unconscious of her shoes over the past few days, but barefoot was still superior to any shod condition.

Amy surveyed the group.  Logan, Saree’s roommate, was present, as was Amy’s floor mate, Bailey.  Amy recognized one of the freshmen as the short, Hispanic-Indian girl she’d seen being fucked by the man in the parking lot on Sunday.  Her compact body, broad face and full, uplifted tits made the identification unmistakable.  Studying her, Amy decided that she was a friendly enough girl, constantly surveying the group and smiling at every eye contact.

“Okay, everybody, let’s get started.”

Two naked senior boy-girl couples were standing before the mirrors that lined the front of the room.  They waited for all activity to cease and eyes to swivel toward them.  Amy recognized one of the senior girls from volleyball.  “Julie,” she remembered.  The girl wore her hair rather short and had a demeanor that could not be considered entirely feminine.

The seniors introduced themselves and announced their intention of familiarizing the Freshmen with the proper use of the gym facilities.  But first they needed to pair off the five boys and five girls.  Logan moved promptly to join Amy.  She was grateful for his initiative.

“I don’t think we’ve formally met,” Logan smiled. 

Amy took the hint and grasped his cock.  She gave it a little squeeze as he fingered her. 

“Any friend of Saree’s is a friend of mine,” Amy replied, trying to seem clever.

He seemed in no hurry to disengage. He pumped his finger slowly as he watched for her reaction.  She decided there was no need to rush, so she worked his cock while they waited for the activity to die down. 

After some coaching to complete the last pairings, the group showed signs of coming to order.  By unspoken agreement they disengaged and Logan took his place beside her.  His cock had taken a decidedly alert attitude.

One of the senior boys began addressing them on the topic of safety and avoiding injury.   Amy felt her attention begin to wander.  She was thinking that Logan would probably fuck her before this session was over.  That would be good because it would vary her sex partners for the day.  Then there was the matter that Marvin and Saree had already fucked.  This would even things up.  Amy found that symmetry appealing.

“It’s required that everyone use the facilities with a buddy of the opposite sex,” one of the senior girls was saying when Amy opted back into the proceedings.  “If you feel like you need some one of the same sex as a partner, then you should workout in a three- or foursome.”

“One of the reasons for that is that we find that boy-girl teams are more attentive to each other,” continued Julie – the one from volleyball.  “Also, the boys are less inclined to overextend themselves – you know the old ‘which guy can pee farther up the pole’ scenario – and the girls pay more attention to their form.” 

There was a pause while her male companions jocularly protested the “sexist” characterization of male behavior.  Julie squelched that with a telling example of stupid machismo for each of the boys before turning back to the group.

“The last reason for the boy-girl pairing is that all girls should include kegel – the vaginal muscle exercise in their routine.  If there’s one thing a Farleigh girl has, it’s great cunt muscle development.  You know you can do that exercise “dry” – just the clench and release in an idle moment – or you can do it with a piece of equipment that you insert and squeeze.  But the only really authentic way of doing it is by working out on a hard cock up inside you.  That’s when a male exercise partner comes in handy.” 

“Proficiency in pussy control has its own reward,” her female partner asserted by way of taking over, “but the gold standard is when a woman has a man’s cock inside her and she and her partner can hold still and she can cause him to shoot off by just the massage that she is able to give his cock with her cunt muscles.

“In technical parlance, that means that a girl can work her muscles both radially – the squeeze – and longitudinally – simulating the back and forth of regular fucking.  There’s your challenge, sluts.  Can you do it?”

Logan glanced at Amy.  She just rolled her eyes in a “you gotta be kidding” message.  Actually, her mother had discussed this topic with her.  As it happened, her mother claimed that very skill.  Amy didn’t think she would manage such a feat.

Manny, Julie’s partner, carefully advised all that those who aspired to varsity sports teams would have to maintain a regime specified by their coach.  It was up to each individual to ascertain those requirements and seek the approbation of the gym monitor concerning their compliance.   Since Coach Cochrane had already made that announcement, it was not news to Amy.

By turns they were shown how to use all of the exercise stations, advised of their benefits and allowed to try them out.  There was also the pool, the sauna, whirlpool and the massage cabinets.  Flesh-and-blood masseuses were apparently not in the budget.  These days, however, that was not considered a hardship since the automated devices delivered a very creditable treatment.

During the course of their exercise, Amy made sure that she encouraged Logan to believe that her pussy would be his.  She flirted and teased, but ever so subtly.  A possibility, not a guarantee was her objective.  Logan apparently received the message.  He was attentive and solicitous in a very delicious way.  Amy felt her vaginal region becoming moist and loose as time for her violation drew near.  Curiously, she was both excited and relaxed by the prospect.  She felt very in control of the situation.

The time had come.  The only exercise left was the kegel.  Logan was up and hard and fixing her with an intent look.  She needed to choose the setting in which she would take him on.  One of the guys had already started fucking his partner on a weight bench.  That didn’t look comfortable.  Amy turned to Logan.  She spoke quietly.

“Let’s grab a mat and get comfortable.”

Amy correctly gauged that Logan was more than ready, so foreplay would probably be superfluous.  Accordingly she simply knelt on the mat and waited for him to join her.  This was her show.  He obligingly sat cross-legged as she took his cock in her hand.  Leaning over him, she gave it a lick and several good sucks before she deemed it serviceable.  He leaned back on his stiff arms to give her better access.

“Smoldering” was the only word for the gaze he fixed her with as she straddled him and moved to take him inside her.  As relaxed as she was, her vagina slipped over his cock and sheathed it almost effortlessly.  For a moment she sat savoring the feeling of once again being full of man.

On a moment’s inspiration, she arranged her legs so that they were in an loose, interlocking lotus with her feet behind him.  Momentarily satisfied, she began to work her vaginal muscles.  His eyes drifted nearly closed.  Feeling very relaxed, she closed her eyes as well and just concentrated on her cunt.  She pulsed a few times experimentally, then increased the frequency.  She felt him move under her in response to the squeezing.

Rocking a bit, she sought to impart more stimulation to his cock.  The regular motion became hypnotic.  She fell into a zone where all she could feel was the working of her cunt against his cock.  The lining of her cunt and surface of his cock moved back and forth past each other, imparting the friction required for their mutual arousal.  Her consciousness disengaged from its corporeal moorings and floated away in a haze of passion. 

She had lost all sense of time when his writhing abruptly ceased.  Instead, he was holding her tightly to him while he bucked under the influence of his climax.  She continued to flex her pussy muscles to encourage his release as he struggled inside her.

By the time he had become quiet, she was drooping under the fatigue of her own ordeal.  She held onto his biceps as she waited for her strength to return.  When she had recovered sufficiently, her first focused sight was Logan looking at her in amazement.  He seemed dazed and incredulous.

“Do you know what just happened?”  His voice was little more than a gasp.

She was perplexed.

“What do you mean?”

“I just shot off like a volcano and I hardly moved the whole time.” 

“I thought I got you off.”  She felt she was stating the obvious.

“How? Do you see where your legs are?”

She checked.  They were still hooked around behind him, lying flat.  There was no way she could have been pistoning in his cock.  Confusion was setting in.  He read her dilemma.

“The only things that moved were your cunt muscles.  I felt the friction and wound up losing it, but the stimulation all came from you.  I think you just did that longitudinal thing.”

“I couldn’t …I mean, I’ve never …” 

“I think you just did.”  He smiled.  “Congratulations.  I’m just glad I was there when it happened.  However, I want you to know that I think you just spoiled me for every other slut.”

Her mouth worked a couple of times while he softened inside her, but a rejoinder never succeeded in issuing from her lips.  Had she really demonstrated that facility with her pussy muscles?  The circumstantial evidence was there, but she couldn’t imagine how she had managed it.

Her cunt was relaxed, allowing his cock to drop out.  She was almost afraid to kegel for fear of finding out that she could – or couldn’t – perform the feat attributed to her.

As they disengaged and regained their feet, Logan asked if he could fuck her again sometime.  Somewhat distractedly, she agreed.  When he pressed her for a time, she suddenly realized that she had two fuck dates this day, not counting whatever was going to happen at volleyball practice and with Marvin and the floor swap.  It would have to be tomorrow, she told him, but don’t count on … well … He knew.  His smile told her he did.

When they reached the hyg, Logan opted for a shower while Amy sought the bidets.  That’s when she encountered that girl again.  The girl caught Amy looking at her and smiled a greeting.

“Hi, I’m Nita.”

“Amy.  Nice to meet you.”

They hesitated only moment before reaching for each other’s cunt.  They grinned wryly as they felt each other’s flow from their just completed inseminations.

“Boys – they’re just so messy,” Amy offered.

Nita retained her grin and tossed her head.

“Yeah, but it’s so much fun letting them mess us up.”

They chatted amiably as they took adjoining bidets and conducted their cleanup.  As usual, they asked each other how they were managing for the week.  Nita confided that she had been apprehensive that she would miss her father too much.  As it turned out, she had been doing so much – especially fucking – that she hardly thought of her parent.  She felt a bit guilty about that since she and her father were very close.  Amy saw her opening.

“Was that your father who fucked you good-bye on Sunday?”

“Oh, yeah.  Did we make too big a scene?  We fuck so casually that I’m hardly conscious of our surroundings.  I know some people don’t like the idea of a father and daughter getting it on.”

Amy confided that she and her mother had witnessed the event and neither of them was offended.  However, Amy’s curiosity was far from sated.

“How long have you and your dad been fucking?” Amy asked trying to sound nonchalant.

Nita grinned.

“For about as long as I’ve been able.”  Then her face clouded with realization.  “Of course, we should keep that between us.  Dad could get into trouble if the cops knew how early we started.”  She paused for a beat, then plunged on.  “It’s been just me and Dad for as long as I can remember.  My mom bailed early and I hardly ever hear from or about her.  My dad’s sister, Aunt Jaunita – I was named after her – pretty much rounds out what I have for a family.  Well, her and her son Geraldo.

“Dad’s always fucked his sister, so it was pretty natural that he and I would become sex partners.  Geraldo fucks me, too.  That is, when he’s around.  He’s in the service now – the Aerospace Force.”

She paused while they dried off, as though concerned she’d said too much.  Amy decided she’d better reassure the other girl of her good intentions.

“Yeah, some people just don’t appreciate how sex can bring a family together.”

Nita looked at her attentively.

“Does your dad fuck you?”

“Yeah.  And my brother does, too.”

Amy caught her breath after her admission.  There, it was out.  She’d actually admitted it.  As she contemplated what she had done, she felt her body tingle with incipient arousal as she remembered that certain weekend.

That Sunday morning, Tony had started fucking her while they showered together.  He finished having her as she lay in his bed partially wrapped in a towel.  While they prepared breakfast (he’d had food delivered while they were out the previous day) he noted that he was running behind but that he’d drop her off at her father’s place.  When she registered surprise at their parting, he paused abashed.

“Oh, I thought Doug told you that I had to take off on Sunday.  It’s a family thing that I’d had planned for a while.”

When she affirmed that she’d had no such information, Tony lapsed into profuse apologies.  He didn’t want her to think he was brushing her off, he insisted.  She didn’t think he was.  And she wasn’t angry, just …disconcerted that this boy – this man – that she’d shared so much with was abruptly disappearing.  Breakfast turned out to be an awkward affair.

She let herself into her father’s empty house.  This was not going well at all.  Annoyance welled up in her. She tried his mobile.

“Oh, hi, Princess.  Where are you?”  When she told him, he conversationally asked if she’d seen Tony off.

“Uh, ye-ah.  Although I didn’t know he was going until about 15 minutes before he dropped me off.”  She made sure the edge in her voice came across. 

He didn’t miss it.  There was a pause while he apparently searched his memory.

“Uh, I guess I screwed up.  I was supposed to let you know.”

She maintained a stony silence.

“I’ll be home in a few minutes.  I’m at Carrie’s.”

It was more like 20 minutes before he charged through the door, nude with his personal effects in hand.  It was not enough time for her pique to subside, but she did manage to get some clear thinking accomplished. 

As soon as he caught sight of her, he switched on that “everything’s wonderful, isn’t it?” smile.  Even so, it was tentative.  She had the satisfaction of knowing that he realized all was not well.

“How’s my girl?  Did you get something to eat?”

He discarded his burden on a chair as he cautiously approached her.  She was perched on a high stool at the bar pretending to give her attention to a magazine program playing on the display across from her.  When he bent to kiss her, she did not turn her head to meet him, presenting only her cheek.  She didn’t meet his eyes when he drew back.  She hadn’t answered his questions.

“So, Tony’s gone?  Well, then it’s just you and me, Princess.  What do you feel like doing?”

“I feel like communicating for once,” she replied acidly, finally turning to him.  Her expression had the expected effect on him.  He stowed the remnants of the smile.

“Okay.”  He slid into an adjacent stool and swiveled to face her.  His legs were apart and his cock hung flaccid.  He apparently used the time it took to get seated to frame his strategy.

“I guess I kind of dropped the ball by not letting you know about Tony’s plans.”

“You put me together with him, let me get comfortable with him – like him – and didn’t let me know that I had a time limit.  I did him a favor by being on his site getting fucked and he just casually pulls his cock out and says goodbye.” 

Her rush cut him off, but didn’t rattle him.

“Hey, he’s a guy and this was only for a weekend, what did you expect?  I didn’t mention his schedule up front, so we wouldn’t start off with time pressure.  I just figured he’d mention it before this.”

“Like you said, he’s a guy getting his cock wet.  Why would you figure he’d do anything to break the mood when he’s on a roll?  You’re my dad, it was up to you to look out for me.”

She paused and he jumped in immediately.

“Let’s rewind the weekend.  You had a good time didn’t you?  Lots of excitement, lots fucking, you did things you never expected.  At what point would you have liked me to kick the props out from under your fun?”

It was his turn to pause, waiting for a reaction.  Caught short by his offensive, she had none.  He took that as permission to continue, which he did in a quiet voice.

“This way, you were able to ride what was never going to be any more that a weekend fuck-fest right to the end of it, laughing all the way.”  Now he leaned forward and covered the hand she had resting on the bar with his own.  “This was just a boy and a girl sharing their bodies with each other for a little while.  You can’t expect that anybody owes anyone any more than you share at the time – nothing before and certainly nothing after.  This isn’t a relationship, this is a fling.  It’s really important to know the difference and keep yourself centered.”

She swallowed.  She could tell her eyes were welling.  The certitude that he was right – again – smothered her indignation.  Her dad was basically for her.  He wasn’t perfect and his behavior was self-serving a lot of the time, but he did have a good handle on what she needed and he was doing his best to get it for her.  God, she loved him.

She slipped off her stool and stepped between his knees as her arms went around his neck.  His arms wasted no time encircling her.  They hugged for a moment, then she lifted her head off his shoulder.  The kiss was soft.  After she had paused to gaze into his face for a moment, it was repeated. 

At last she drew back, her arms still loosely around his neck.  She looked down at his cock.  It was chubby and rising.  Disengaging one arm, she hefted his member. 

“You know, Daddy,” she began quietly as she raised her eyes to him.  His eyes came up at the same time.  He had been watching her handling his genitals.  “I’ve been ready to have sex with you for as long as I knew there was such a thing as sex.”  She paused while she searched for words.  “I want to love you in every way possible.  I want to be more than your daughter.  I want to be your lover.”

His cock was rapidly hardening in her hand.  His voice was shaky.

“Are you sure, Amy?  Do you know you’re asking me to fuck you?”

“I’m not asking you to just fuck me.  I’m telling you that I want you to always fuck me.  I want it to be part of our relationship from now on.  I’m sorry that it hasn’t been up ‘til now and I want to change that.”

Her voice was steady, as was her gaze.  He took a breath before slipping down from his stool.  She backed up but held onto his nearly rigid cock.  Nevertheless, she had to give it up a moment later when her dad swept her up into his arms.  With her arms tightly around his neck, she kept her eyes on his face as he carried her into the bedroom.  She relinquished her hold only after he had set her on the bed.

The foreplay was prolonged and varied.  His head made several visits to the space between her widely spread legs.  He lapped her clit, tongued her cunt and licked her labia liberally.  Mini-orgasms erupted repeatedly.  Her body was alive with desire and teased with pleasure.  Her need for him was almost painful.

Finally, she lay back with her legs well apart.  Her feet were on either side of him and her look was expectant.  He took his place between her legs with his rampant cock hovering above her mons.  Then he bent to her.

“Amy,” he said.  It sounded like a gasp.  “Put me inside you.”

Crazed with desire as she was, she understood.  This ultimate act had to be of her choosing.  Without hesitation she reached down between her legs and located his lance.  He was bigger than Jared or Tony.  To her mind that was as it should be.  He was the greatest man in her life.  He should fill her more than any other.

She plied her pussy lips apart and set him at her entrance.  The pressure of his entry was immediate.  Relaxing her grip, she felt his second thrust.  Her fuck passage was yielding reluctantly to his advance.  She wondered if he would hurt her, but had no opinion one way or the other on the subject.

As he drew back for his next stroke, she raised her legs.  It seemed to ease his passage.  That was better.  Once more.  Yes. 

She felt impossibly full of him.  A mental image of her own vaginal passage with that large mushroom head and fat shaft of his cock lying encased in it flickered briefly.  It was a turn-on in itself.

His mouth was on hers.  She realized that her eyes were closed, hence her belated response.  A swirl of activity engaged their lips and tongues in a variety of combinations.  She was still sucking his tongue when he reclaimed it.  Her reopened eyes revealed the intensity of his need.  She used her feet to knead his buttocks.  He took it as encouragement to proceed.

The sensation of his large organ moving rhythmically inside her spawned a new brand of excitement.  Her vague feeling was that this was going to be a fuck different from any other she had experienced.  She was at once eager and fearful.

She didn’t have long to wait.  Her triggers were sending their signals.  Arousal gave way to passion and then, with a squeal, to a flash of pleasure.  It was followed closely by a second.  As she writhed helplessly she discovered that not only was that huge cock impeding her movement, but her partner had a hand under the small of her back, elevating her and pulling her to him.  With it all, he continued to thrust into her relentlessly.

She was nearly over another orgasm when he hitched, groaned and thrust hard into her.  He jerked violently, gave out with an inarticulate cry and jerked twice more.  The sensation of his climax lifted her over to her orgasm.  Their bodies clashed repeatedly as each of them struggled under the influence of their mutual ecstasy. 

Recovering a bit, Amy realized her partner was still straining against the confines of her cunt as his orgasm persisted.  She tightened her legs around him, instinctively trying to arrest his movement before it could injure them both.  At last his struggles subsided.  She was grateful for the weight of his body on her as he relaxed. 

Their heavy breathing seemed to synchronize as their bodies recovered.  Finally, her dad raised himself and gazed at her.  Nothing was said as his head descended to allow their mouths to engage.  There was a gentle, prolonged oral congress.  When they finally parted, he resumed his gaze – a loving gaze she knew.

“I love you so much, Amy.”

After that look, his declaration was unnecessary.  Nevertheless, it pleased her wonderfully.

“I love you, too, Daddy.  I love you so much I almost can’t stand it.”

That precipitated another exchange of tongues and saliva.  When it ended, he seemed inclined to communicate.  He marveled at the intensity and duration of the orgasm he had experienced.  He complemented her on how well she fucked and how good her tight cunt felt.  For her part, she was surprised and gratified by the explicitness of his commentary. 

During his monologue, her euphoric feeling caused her to flex her vaginal muscles repeatedly.  It was a break through.  His erection had stretched her so much that she had been irrationally afraid to kegel her fat guest.  Now she discovered that he was softening and retreating.  Her cunt had tamed the powerful beast that had invaded her body.  The rush of achievement – of having successfully met a test – warmed her still more.  Now and forever, he was hers.

“That is so cool that you have that kind of relationship in your family.”

Nita was smiling at her as Amy returned to the present.

“Yeah, I’m only beginning to appreciate how lucky I am.”

Amy stowed her recollection of the rest of that day – how she and her dad had remained in bed and talked, how they had fucked again with her on top, how Carrie had responded to their invitation to join them, how the other girl had enthused about their new father-daughter relationship and how they had acceded to her suggestion and had a threesome. 

Amy took her leave of Nita to keep her appointment.

Simon was waiting in the lounge.  As she approached, she took stock of him as she hadn’t the previous day.  The lean, light skinned Afro boy had opted for a shaved head, which gave him an exotic appearance.  It seemed in this environment of smooth, naked skin he bettered the norm and set a higher standard.  The added sleekness was more than a little appealing.  Perversely, she looked forward to feeling him.

He touched her as soon as she was within reach.  Both hands slipped smoothly around her waist as he brought his cock in contact with her mons.  His grin indicated that his moves were quite calculated.  For her part, she took the opportunity to lay her hands on his buttocks.  Nice and tight, just the way she liked them.  His eyes were arresting.  She realized that they were hazel yellow and brown. 

They allowed themselves to remain in the lustful moment, grinning with mutual anticipation.  It was he who spoke.

“George won’t be around.  Why don’t we use my room?”

“Doesn’t matter.  All ceilings look pretty much the same to me.”

He chuckled appreciatively.  She basked in his reaction, feeling very clever.  Then came that awkward pause.

“Uh, are you ready?” he asked.

Her mood had somehow escalated to giddiness. 

“Let me see.”  She looked down at herself.  “Tits, cunt … Yeah, I guess I have everything.”

His laugh was simultaneous with his guiding her in the direction of the escalator.  En route she took possession of his cock, walking a half step ahead of him so that he could cup her ass.  He was nice and hard upon their arrival.  She knew her pussy had been busy with its own preparations in the meantime.

Still in a playful mood, she released him and launched herself onto the bed.  She landed and rolled onto her back, letting her legs sprawl open.  He watched, then grinned and made his own ballistic trip to her side.  Their subsequent giggles were abbreviated by an encounter between their mouths.  The ensuing tongue dance banished mirth and replaced it with heavy breathing.  His hand found her breast where it gently stimulated her nipple.

When they broke, his mouth went to her nipple.  During that interlude her cunt reported the presence of a very active finger.  Her body was tingling with eager arousal when he relented.  He yielded easily to her touch, rolling over on his back as she appropriated his cock and bent to it.  His precum was copious.  Swallowing quickly, she pressed on with a program of licks, sucks and throat plunges.  His body twitched and bucked in response.  It was clear that he was getting close to the edge.  If she wanted to be fucked, it would be prudent for her let him cool off.

Still grasping his stiff rod, she began to lick and kiss her way up his abdomen.  She let go as she skipped up to his mouth.  Her hand stroked his abs as their mouths locked up once more. 

It was she who rolled onto her back this time.  He didn’t have to give her any more sign than the look on his face.  He was ready to have her and she was ready to be had.  She butterflied her legs until he was between them and then planted her feet as he bent to her. 

His cock claimed a beachhead in her vaginal tract.  His entry strokes ensued quickly.  Her breath caught with each thrust.  He was fully inside her before she was at last able to raise her legs to encase him.  Accompanied by small, pulsing and rotary movements of his cock Simon curled down for the obligatory tongue touch.  He managed to maintain the activity as they interacted.  Amy found herself rocking her pelvis in eager synchrony with him.  As he drew his head back and prepared to consummate their coupling, she continued to pump his ass with her legs.

Her partner refused to be rushed.  Changing up, he established a pattern of longer, slower strokes.  He adjusted his angle and thrust strongly.  The electric shock that was generated by his finding her sensitive spot caused her to squeak, miss and then fall into step with him.  He was giving her what she needed, so she no longer tried to lead. 

Although he had taken control of his partner, he could not deny his own body’s need.  His pace accelerated, pummeling her sex receptors.  She left him behind and climbed toward her climax.  As she reached the precipice, however, she felt him lose it.  Her eyes didn’t open but her body tensed with distress.  No, please, no.  He plunged.  She flexed her body repeatedly to generate her own reciprocating friction against his stationary cock.  But then she realized he had resumed stroking.  Hitching repeatedly, he maintained a ragged rhythm.  She encouraged him until the first wave of her orgasm swept her away. 

They were locked in a limp embrace when their passion subsided.  Lying still, she listened to his gasping in amongst the sounds of her own ragged breathing.  She attached as little meaning to those audibles as she did to the view of the glass wall on the corridor over her partner’s shoulder.  It was the tactile sensations that dominated her consciousness.  The weight of her partner’s body pressing her breasts, the feeling of his cock now resting quietly in her very moist cunt and the euphoric warmth still pulsing just under her skin were her world at the moment.  She let her eyes close as she enjoyed the moment.

“Oh, George and I are great together.  We’re really in sync.”

Simon was reclining on his side in a cheery, forthcoming disposition as they talked after decoupling.  He had complemented her on her performance.  In a moment of impishness she responded by thanking him for his sperm.  He promptly rejoined by telling her she was very welcome to it and that she could have more anytime she liked.  Not at a loss for a comeback, she gamely observed that he needed to save some for George.  He assured her that he kept George well supplied with what she called his “fishies.”  When Amy signaled her appreciation of George’s characterization, he made his remark about their relationship.

“Oh, really?  Did that happen right away or was it something you had to work up to?” Amy asked.

“I’d say it was mostly spontaneous.  I think we liked the way each other looked and that made it easy to get our relationship going.”  He turned the tables quickly.  “How are you and yours getting along?”

Amy felt the need to be careful.

“I’d say we’ve gotten to a good place, but it was not a gimme.  We had to cut and paste to put together the relationship.”

“So, are you going to regret giving him up at the end of the week?”

Simon was looking intently at her now.  He was probing.  Why should he care?  This was a fun fuck in a free period and they were just making small talk afterward.  But Amy couldn’t resist her natural tendency to candor.

“I have very mixed emotions about that.  I guess I feel like I’ve invested in him – and us – and I feel like I should get to hold on.”  She stopped in embarrassment.  “I guess my latent monogamist tendencies are showing through.”

Simon’s gaze drifted away from her for a moment and then came back.

“I know where you’re coming from.  This is an emotional roller coaster ride.  I think it’s a natural tendency to want to own something permanent – like a safe relationship.  Some people don’t need it as much as others, but when you get down to it, we all want it.”

“So what’s the punch line?”

He slowly rolled into a sitting position before he gave his answer.

“You resist the feeling by fucking other people – the way we just did.  It’s a matter of discipline.”

With that pat answer, he made an observation about the passage of time.  It was clear that he wanted to be finished with the interview.  It was just as plain that the subject made him uncomfortable.  It was only later that Amy would return to this incident and wonder if Simon had become more attached to George than was prescribed by the gods of free fucking.

Amy thought about her journal.  As much as his last remark left her unsatisfied, the desire to meet her obligations overrode any inclination to prolong the discussion.

Their leave taking was a bit awkward, Simon’s attempt at jocularity notwithstanding.  Amy carried that feeling into her journal entry.  She found herself speculating on the source and viability of teenage emotional attachments.  Do they qualify as love?  From the perspective of the adult world, they definitely do not.  But in the hormone-saturated, inexperienced environment surrounding the average teen, it is a good approximation.  And once a teenager is convinced he/she is in love, what is the standard test that proves them wrong?

Marvin’s lunch greeting smile extricated her from the morass of over-analysis.

“Have a good morning?” he asked.

“Yeah, I’d say so,” she replied cryptically.  “How did things go with you?”

“Not bad,” he said with equal circumspection.

She gave in.

“Three good fucks, counting you.”

“Same here.”

They grinned at each other.

“It’s a jungle out there,” he observed as they made they selections from the cafeteria offerings.

“Yep, survival of the fittest,” she agreed.

“Poke or be poked,” he added.

She drew up. 

“I didn’t think it was that bad.”

He chuckled.

“It’s not.  We guys are still clear on who gets what.  When we can’t tell the difference anymore, this week has gone on too long.”

She was still grinning when she sat down next to Scott.

“Hey.”  She kept her greeting as non-committal as she could for reasons unknown to her.

“Right back at ‘cha,” he replied as Mika looked across his chest at Amy.

Impulsively, Amy leaned into him.  He leaned to meet her.  Their tongues touched before Amy knew hers was out.  When they pulled back Mika and Marvin were both watching them.  Mika arched an eyebrow.

“I didn’t know you two had …”

“We haven’t,” Amy interdicted.  For some reason she felt it necessary to correct any misapprehension.

Scott nodded.

“We’re working up to it.”

Amy smiled with satisfaction at the quizzical expressions around the table.  Certainly holding back from a fuck was novel concept.

“I think we’re becoming enigmas to our classmates,” Scott observed as they walked hand-in-hand to the 1300 session.

“I’ve always wanted to be mysterious and controversial,” Amy assured him.

“Really?”

She deflated.

“No, really I just wanted to stay in the background and be left alone.  I haven’t been very successful at that, though.”

He squeezed her hand.  She became aware of activity in her female parts.  The tingle in her body that his proximity provoked had become familiar as well as welcome, but, at the same time, it eluded definition.

“I think that’s been a good thing.  You brought something to the party that people can’t quite put their finger on.  As a legacy, you were expected to be a hungry cunt.  Being kind of quiet, you might be expected to recede into the background.  But the way I see things now, guys look forward to fucking you and girls look forward to being around you.  That’s unexpected.  I think you’re kind of becoming the model – the poster child –  for how the ideal Fairleigh freshman should look.”

Amy only looked at her companion momentarily.  Staring at the ground, she didn’t trust herself to comment.  She wanted to protest.  She wanted to deny it.  But most of all, she wanted it to be true.  Still, if it were, it would be ‘way too frightening.  Finally she looked up.

“Thanks for your support, but I think you’re giving me too much credit.”

She followed that with her own hand squeeze.  He just shrugged and smiled.

“Okay, everyone, let’s get started.”  Saree seemed a little tentative at first, but as the group settled down she gained resolve.  A thin, pale sophomore girl named Noreen and a senior boy that Amy recognized as Manny from the gym session this morning joined the cell.  They sat quietly with their assigned partners.

Amy glanced repeatedly at Win.  He looked back once and smiled.  She managed to smile back.  She was seated with her assigned partners: Brad, Francesca and Ty.

Saree was drawn up in her classic posture when she stated the proposition.  To Amy she seemed determined to be all business.

“I guess by classical religious standards we are all going to hell,” Luis mused.

“Is that why I always feel hot ever since I got here?” Brad asked, smirking.  He garnered only one snigger.

“Actually, I don’t think what we’re doing is bad.  That is, I don’t believe it’s a sin.”  It was Francesca.

“When did having sex with someone you’re not married to stop being a sin?” With her chin propped on her hand, Jet was lying on her belly in the grass. 

“Since Catholics loosened up and realized that God is at least as smart as we are,” Fran replied mildly. 

“You see,” Lisa took over, “about 30 years ago after they got rid of the pope and the Church became decentralized, Catholics got let in on the theological underpinnings of the faith.  There was kind of a renaissance where the whole Christian belief system was redeveloped starting from the Gospels and moving on from there.”

 “I remember now,” Luis said.  “Yeah, it was something about revelation continuing.”

“Right.” Lisa nodded.  “It was always the Catholic contention that divine revelation didn’t end with Jesus, that God continues to divulge His truth through His people.  So, whenever something seemed to emerge as a consensus belief over periods of time, it could become recognized as a revealed truth.  Of course, with the pope and bishops and theologians in the loop, this took centuries and lagged behind the ideas that were developing.”

“So a lot of guys went to the stake because the Church hierarchy wasn’t keeping up,” Luis growled.

 Lisa nodded again, this time with a wan smile. 

“Sad, but true – including the guys who came up with the idea that the earth was not the center of the universe and other ‘dangerous’ ideas. Bruno was guest of honor at an Inquisition barbeque. Galileo narrowly avoided that by recanting his ‘heretical’ findings about the motions of the planets.  Fortunately, the Church eventually pardoned him – in the late 20^th century after he’d been dead for over 300 years.”  After an “oh, well” shrug she plunged on.

“Anyway, once the Church became decentralized, ‘revelation’ got into high gear.  The Ten Commandments was recognized as obsolete.  Jesus never endorsed them.  As a matter of fact, Jesus was not a ‘rules’ or ‘laws’ person at all.  He was a ‘principles’ person.  And Catholics finally caught onto that.  We started to figure out where Christ was pointing us instead of trying to figure out what rules he wanted us to follow.”

“So how does that keep us out of hell for naughty sex?” Brad asked.

“Well, the other part of this is that advances in secular knowledge – like science and technology – also count.  The thought is that if we achieve this or that, it must be God’s will to allow us to have it.  If we have it, it’s probably because He wants to challenge us with the implications of the new knowledge.  It’s an underlying Christian tradition that we’re constantly challenged to seek to achieve perfection.”  She paused and addressed Brad.  “I’m getting there.

“Birth control and recreational sex were then perceived as a sign rather than an ‘occasion of sin.’  Then you go to the marriage thing.  That ‘’til death do us part’ vow wasn’t much of a commitment until a couple of centuries ago.  A lot of women didn’t survive their first childbirth and pandemics were practically seasonal events.  Add in war, pestilence and famine and – well, you get the picture.  The average spouse didn’t have to put in more than a few years per marriage.  When people started living longer, the divorce rates went up, partly because long marriages were getting too … long.  When you overlay the socially-sanctioned ability to raise a family without two parents constantly present, it seemed like it was time to rethink what God intends for marriage.  Then, when you back all the way off and recognize that God made us naturally such sexual creatures, you get the idea that maybe The Plan has moved on from what is in the Bible.”

Luis was nodding.

“Even in the Bible, you can read the evolution of the perception of God from a jealous, vengeful type in Genesis to a more tolerant, patient type by the end of the Old Testament.  By the time you’re through reading Jesus’ version, it seems like us and God are all lovey-dovey.  If you want to be a cynic about it, it’s hard to believe that everyone’s talking about the same god.”

It was Lisa’s turn to nod vigorously.

“So, if God hasn’t changed, then it must be people’s idea of Him is changing and so where is that coming from?  For believers the answer is: the smarter we become the more God reveals His Plan to us.  In other words, we’re grown up enough to handle it.”

“So we can fuck as much as we want with whomever we want whenever we want?” Jet asked.  She seemed either puzzled or skeptical, but nevertheless sincere in her question.

“There’s no easy, one-size-fits all answer to that,” Lisa replied, choosing her words very precisely.  “We still have the responsibility to do the right thing for everyone we touch.  What that ‘right thing’ is depends on the situation: what the wants and needs of each individual are – both immediately and in the future.  Someone could have a committed relationship and multiple sex partners and not be committing a sin.  Someone else might be sinning by doing the same thing because of the hurt and harm he’s doing to himself and others.”

“So, who makes the call?” Rashid asked, obviously intrigued.

“You do,” Lisa replied promptly.  Her face betrayed the slightest trace of a smile.  Mona Lisa would have envied her serenity.  “It’s all on you with God as your witness.”

“This ain’t your Grandma’s church, no more,” Fran grinned.  Then she turned to Lisa.  “How is it you’re so up on this?”

Lisa couldn’t suppress her pleased smile.

“My grandma is a bishop.”

“Fer real?” Brad asked.

Lisa’s grinning nod seemed to cement her point.  Luis wanted to know where the Muslims were in all this.  Rashid made a sweeping gesture of deference to Saree.  The latter gave an abridged version of the position she stated to Amy on Monday.  Her matter-of-fact declamation following on the heels of Lisa’s learned discourse went down without a ripple.  Finally, Ty turned to Tova.

“So where are God’s Chosen People on free sex?”

Tova shrugged.

“I’m not an observant Jew, so I don’t know that I can speak to that.  If you want an uneducated observation, I get the impression that there is a range of opinions – a natural state for Jews – on this.  For my circle of Jews I would say that the Catholics are just catching up to us.  Our take on morality has always been a game for any number of players.  It’s like they say, if you have two Jews in the same room, you have an argument going on.”  

It was Ty that got to his feet.

“Do we have any pagans, Buddhists or Shintos that want to wade in on free fucking?” 

Indu stated through her smile that non-monotheists had always wondered why Christians, Jews and Muslims had such “a thing” about sex.  Dwayne observed that, Christian allegiances notwithstanding, Africans had always been casual about monogamy.  He acknowledged, however, that the traditional interlocking web of heterosexual relationships had nearly been their undoing during the AIDS pandemic. 

Ty remained standing during these declarations.  When the contributions ran out, he pronounced the discussion closed.  “Okay then.  The sexercise is foursomes.  The guys have the lead.  Everybody enjoy.”

Ty was grinning with anticipation when he sat back down in their group.  Franesca drew her lips back in a thin line of disapproval.

“Why do I have the premonition that we girls are going to be eating each other’s pussies while you guys fuck us?”

“Wow, you must be clairvoyant,” Brad replied in mock awe.

“Nah, she gets no points for that,” Ty drawled.  “It was too easy to guess.  What else would guys want?”

The prospect of group sex held no concern for Amy as she harked back to the long afternoon and evening when she, her dad and Carrie pleasured each other.  As a result she plunged readily into the activities suggested by the boys.

At first, tongue kissing Fran did not prove to be as much fun as the other girls Amy had tried.  It was obvious that Fran was not as open to girl-girl stuff.  Nevertheless, the Italian girl gamely sucked Amy’s tits as they were both being fucked from behind.  She eventually did get into having Amy lick her clit.  Having gotten off a couple of times during those ministrations seemed to have helped change her mind.  When the session ended, Fran – her glazed eyes notwithstanding – thanked Amy for wonderful time with a tongue touch.  She included the boys a moment later.  From the other girl’s enthusiasm, Amy surmised that the foursome scene had won a new convert. 

Scott sought out Amy as the session broke up.  They walked a short distance before she stopped him.  At her behest, he patiently allowed her to play with his cock while he held his hands behind his back.  She contemplated sending him on his way with a raging hard-on, but had mercy and knelt and sucked him off instead.  She found it appealing how he rolled his hips toward her with each pulse of semen his cock deposited in her mouth.  She made a point of maintaining eye contact with him while she remained on her knees and licked the tip of his cock.  He still looked a bit dazed as they parted.

As she made her way to her next appointment, Amy overtook a familiar back.  Before she could say anything her quarry turned and looked over her shoulder.

“Amy.  We haven’t met up in a while.”

Tovah seemed genuinely happy to see her.

“You’re right there.  How have things been going with the new girl?”

Tovah picked up on Amy’s reference immediately.  She smiled contentedly.

“Oh, I’ve pretty well come down to earth.  The first 24 hours I had my new look, I almost couldn’t stay away from mirrors.  I really couldn’t believe it was me.  I recorded all kinds of images and sent them to everybody I could think of.  Mom was almost as ecstatic as I was.”

“And have any guys noticed?”

Amy couldn’t help grinning as she asked the question.  She’d heard some accounts of Tovah’s sexploits.  The other girl had equal difficulty hiding her pleasure as she tried to frame an equally circumspect response.

“As a matter of fact some young gentlemen have paid me a compliment or two.”  And then in a lower more confidential tone, “Actually their cocks did most of the talking.  It’s pretty obvious they like what they see when they’re hard, inside you and being noisy about losing a load of cum.”  The new Tovah actually leered.

“Hmmm,” Amy pretended to ponder, “That’s too bad.  If things are perfect they can’t get any better.”

Her companion’s face clouded over at that.

“Well not everything’s perfect.”  She paused thoughtfully and then added, “I can’t wait to get a new roommate.”

Amy blinked quizzically.

“Yeah, Val has become kind of a problem.”  There was another pause, apparently to gather the appropriate words together.  “He really didn’t get down with my switch from introvert to extrovert.  My going out and getting all of this sex from other guys really brought him down. He’s been moody and clingy.  It’s been a bad scene.”

“Really?”  Amy had a momentary flash back to her jealousy episode with Marvin.

“Really and truly,” Tovah affirmed.  But she had already disengaged and become thoughtful.  She looked straight at Amy as she seemed to be working something over in her mind.  Disquiet stirred in Amy.  Finally her companion spoke.

“Would you mind taking Val for a fuck date?”

“Me?  I couldn’t …” A swirl of apprehension and confusion robbed her of words.  Why was she suddenly the solution to everyone’s maladjustment problem?  She was still dreading her impending encounter with Win.

“Oh, please,” Tovah urged.  “This is the sort of problem that can blow up with someone going home or getting a talk from a counselor.  This is beyond me to fix.  I’ve tried talking to him but I can’t seem to say anything right.  I’m part of the problem, so I can’t be the solution.”

Amy grasped at a straw.

“How about Jet?  She could probably fix a dead guy’s sexual dysfunction.”

“He’s already had her – yesterday.  She hunted him up.  He was kind of reserved when he got back to me, so I don’t know how well he handled it.  And anyway, he’s not sexually dysfunctional, he’s got a relationship issue.  I really think sensitivity is called for here and that’s not one of the words you’re tempted to use to describe Jet.”

“And you are with me?” Amy temporized.

Tovah smiled knowingly.

“Your reputation proceeds you, Dr. Withers.  There’s a crazy amount of buzz around you for someone who’s supposed to be so shy.  But it’s not like hero-worship or pop star frenzy.  It’s more like respect.  People think you have the inside track – like you really know what it’s all about.  Fact is, you’re getting a rep for being wise beyond your years and therefore the girl with the cure for what ails you.”

Tovah paused again to consider.  In a less urgent tone, she added.

“Look I don’t want to put it all on you, but it wasn’t more than a few days ago that I had issues – not the same as Val – but issues.  You were in the middle of that fix.  Having seen that and heard you in session, I think there is a possibility you can help Val.  And …” she hesitated, “I would like to see him free of pain.”

Amy had already resigned herself to the inevitable.  She wasn’t going to be able to walk away from this.

“So what do you think I should do?” she asked quietly.

Tovah thought a moment.  They had continued walking and were now standing in the lounge.  A familiar sound attracted Amy’s attention.  It was characteristic of a girl engaged in sex.  Amy looked across the room to a couple on one of the couches.  She gave the scene close scrutiny before drawing any conclusions.  Then she smiled.  By that time Tovah had picked up on her diverted attention and swung around to follow her line of sight.

“Oh, my God.  That’s Val,” Amy’s companion said finally.  “Who’s that he’s …”

“Fucking?  That looks like Marilyn, a girl from my floor,” Amy advised.

The two girls’ gazes returned to each other.

“In my professional opinion, he looks pretty well adjusted,” Amy volunteered with a superior smile.

Tovah looked back at the scene as if to reassure herself that it was real.

“I guess …”

“Sometimes,” Amy observed gently, “people just need a little more time to get a handle on things.  Your reading of the situation wasn’t wrong, it was just out of date by the time you ran into me.”  She perked up.  “I guess all’s well that ends well.”  She made no mention of her own relief.

Tovah continued to regard her roommate as he pumped vigorously into his partner.

“He does seem to be over it … that is, over me.”

Uh-oh.  Amy had a vague apprehension that the jealousy problem hadn’t disappeared, it had just transferred.

“Well … that’s a good thing, isn’t it?  He’s not going to be clinging anymore.”

Her companion seemed to shake herself out of her mood as she turned back to Amy.

“You’re right.  I was just having a bout of silliness.  I’m over it.  It’s all good.”  She mounted an unconvincing smile before making a move to go.  “Well, thanks for getting involved.”  Then she brightened.   “You can send me your bill.”

“No problem.”  The thought was on her lips almost before it was fully formed.  “You will be talking this over with him later, right?”

Tovah turned back to her in some confusion.  Then she smiled wryly.

“Yes, doctor.  I’ll be sure to talk with him.”

Tovah had barely taken her leave when Win appeared at Amy’s elbow.  As she turned to greet him, the shyness evident in his face reminded her to quickly pump up a reassuring smile.  She took the initiative to grab his cock.  It was limp, as she expected.  Probably with anxiety, she surmised.  He picked up quickly, fingering her cunt smoothly.  She felt a spark of encouragement.  Making a quick decision, she maintained her grip on his cock, prolonging their CC.  He followed her lead.

“Hi,” he began.  “Thanks for meeting me.”

“Thanks for asking me,” she replied promptly.  “I’m really looking forward to this fuck.”

She knew that wasn’t 100% true, but she felt more than justified in stretching the bounds of veracity in this case.  “I’m really curious as to how this fuck is going to play out” would have been a more accurate reply. 

His smile was no less shy when he asked her where she’d like to go.  He promptly followed his query by stating that if she didn’t have any preferences, he had a suggestion.  She promptly issued him a blank check of approval for his choice.

“So, tell me your plan, Win.”  She was proud of herself for remembering to personalize her response.  Her hand continued to gently work his sex organ.  It was responding nicely.  He was reciprocating.

“Have you ever done it in the auditorium – on the stage?”

“Uh, no.”

“There’s something kind of cool about the set up there I’d like to show you.”

“Okay.”

He liberated his finger from her pussy and came to her side.  She draped an arm around his waist as they set off.  He cupped her ass in classic fashion.  His half-hard cock pointed the way.  Since he was not a large person, she was able to reach around and stroke the side of his abdomen with her finger tips as they walked.  She wanted to do everything possible to reassure and arouse this guy.

The auditorium where they had gathered with their parents on Sunday for the opening addresses by the administration was empty.  The stage was set up for orchestra practice with chairs in front of a band shell.  Amy knew that in former times there would have been easel-like stands where the individual players would post their sheet music.  Nowadays, electronic heads up displays kept scrolling images of the music floating before the eyes of each performer.

As they mounted the stage, sensors tracking their progress turned up the lighting.  Win disengaged and invited her to have a seat on a bassist’s stool on the periphery of the assembly.  He withdrew to a free-standing wireless pad console to one side.  He touched the surface of the pad in a few spots with no apparent effect.  Then he walked back toward her.

“The thing I noticed about this place …” She started as his booming voice seemed to surround her.  “… is that you can get almost any kind of sound environment you want.  It’s almost as good as a recording studio or sound lab.”  The shyness he had displayed earlier seemed to have dropped away.  He seemed very self-assured, very competent.

He came to the stool where she was sitting and placed both of his hands on her thighs.   He leaned forward.

“Say something,” he challenged in a low voice.  He was smiling slightly.

“Like what?”

She again gave a start as she heard her own voice seeming to echo from everywhere around her.  His grin was suddenly full.  Her confusion was complete. 

“Don’t say any more.  Just go with me on this.”

His one hand crossed to the inside of her thigh and began stroking it.  It felt nice.  It felt better when the hand progressed to her pussy and insinuated a finger inside her.  She leaned back as her body began to respond with arousal signals.  Reassured, she allowed her gaze to rove over her partner.  It fell on his cock.  That essential member was pointed straight at her tits.  Better check that guy out.  She reached for him.  His cock was quite rigid.  She tugged serenely on it.  This was going to be fine.

When his head came up from a tour of her nipples and the hollow of her neck, she turned her face toward him and made her tongue available.  He used it well.  

It was while that their oral interaction was taking place that she discovered Win had insinuated more than one finger in her.  When the kiss broke, she gazed into his face to ascertain his intentions.  By way of reply, he started working his multiple digits vigorously inside her.  She caught her breath. Then she squealed.  (Her vocalization seemed to echo.)  Then she jerked.  She repeated that sequence in random order as he pumped her rapidly.  The stimulation was almost more than she could bear.

She was panting heavily when he paused in his manual thrusts and thrummed her clit for the first time.  Suddenly, she was surrounded by the sound of aroused female moaning.  It was repeated when her partner scored another hit on her trigger.  Her gaze flicked around her field of view, which mostly consisted of Win’s passion-hardened face.  It convinced her that the sounds she was hearing were emanating from her, amplified and piped into her surroundings.  Confirmation came on the gasp she emitted as her cunt reacted to the first thrust of his cock. 

Amy gave herself over to freely emitting squeaks and moans as her partner violated her.  The audible feedback was amazing.  It must have been rich with reverb, because the sound was deep and lingering.  It seemed as though she were being steeped in a thick broth of sexual passion of her own brewing.  With the co-joining of sound, smell and tactile sensation, her whole perceptible universe consisted of the sex act she was engaged in.  Everything else had been crowded out. 

Her legs were around him, persistently pulling him as he pounded her into her seat.  As she spiraled to her climax, she eagerly anticipated hearing her own fulfillment.  When her body tensed with the first orgasmic shock, she screamed freely.  The sound went through her right behind the orgasm, seeming to reinforce her spike of pleasure.  The pulsing moans she subsequently produced synchronized with her partner’s rapid strokes.  Her intense pleasure persisted until she felt him falter, pause and then plunge into her.  His grunts didn’t seem to receive the same amplified treatment as he squirmed between her legs in the throes of his release, but her gasping response did.

His arms embraced her tightly for support as he panted through his recovery.  Pressed back in the chair with her legs still raised, she felt the product of their coupling drizzling from her cunt, down to her anus.  It occurred to her that Win’s apparently copious output might have been due to the exceptional circumstances.

Still slightly buzzed, they joined tongues unsteadily.  His waning member had pretty much lost its ability to register its presence inside her when he finally reclaimed it.  When Amy attempted to address a compliment to him, her breathy voice surrounded her once again.

“Let me cancel that,” he said.

Returning to her as she regained a vertical attitude, he asked her how she liked his innovation to the sex act.  She promptly admitted that the amplified sounds of her own arousal had enhanced the experience.  Her follow up question elicited the information that Win had the idea after the first day of orchestra practice.  However, he hadn’t intended to pursue his inspiration until Jet said he should.  Jet? Amy’s inquiry betrayed her surprise.

“Yeah, she made a fuck date with me yesterday.  She’s really good.  I think she must have wrung a year’s worth of cum out of me.” He realized he was digressing and quickly returned to the mainstream of his narrative.  “Anyway, we were talking afterward about our fucking experiences.  I sort of shared my idea with her.  She really liked it and said I should go for it.  Then, just like that, she said she would be kind of busy, but that I should call you for a fuck date – that you’d probably think this was cool.”

Amy was rocked back on her heels for a moment.  Why is Jet getting me fuck dates? I didn’t even know she was aware of me.  And why should she be?  She’s so… experienced and so … in charge of the situation …and …As her mind whirled she knew this was going to take some quiet contemplation.  In the meantime there was the matter of the boy …

“Well, she was right there,” Amy replied in what she hoped was a breezy fashion.  “That was an awesome experience.  You keep coming up with ideas like that and people will be calling you the Fuck Professor.”

If Win read her over-baked artifice, he didn’t let on.  He just seemed very pleased.  He said as much.  Then he disclosed that the multi-finger fuck was Jet’s idea, too.  Amy had to control another surprise reaction.  She was coaching him.  Then she remembered that Val had had a tryst with Jet before his transformation.  My God, she’s giving sex therapy.

TO BE CONTINUED …