Freshman Orientation

Friday – Later

Amy’s brain was on the verge of overload as the seminar concluded.  So many ideas were unleashed by Ms. Marcus’ talk that she had trouble concentrating on Mr. Chambers’ concluding remarks.  Her participation in the applause that the counselor solicited was automatic.  He picked up with an announcement after the audience fell silent.

“Okay, everyone, we’re in the last day of orientation – actually the last few hours.  During this remaining time we haven’t put much in the way of structure in place.  We’re depending on you take charge of your development.  One of the objectives we have for this afternoon is for you to broaden your interpersonal relationships with the group and with each other.  We want you to interact with people you haven’t had much contact with so far.

“To help that along, we want you to fuck with partners you haven’t been with so far.  For once, we’re not going to make assignments.  The way this is going to work is we’re requiring the boys to ask the girls.  Ladies, we expect you to be agreeable to whatever requests you get.  Is all that clear?”  He paused and looked around with an engaging smile.  “Okay, then, have a good afternoon.”

As Amy slipped down from her stool, a boy rushed up to her.  She recognized him – vaguely.  He was a lean Asian-Indian who was not much taller than she.  His skin tone was considerably lighter than Indu’s.  His low hairline included a hint of a widow’s peak.  However, all other observations notwithstanding, there was no mistaking the eagerness glinting in his eyes.

“Hi, I’m Vijay.” 

He reached for her crotch, but she reacted quickly and had his cock in hand before he found his way inside her.  She stated her name smartly.

“I’d like to fuck you.  Is that okay?”

Making the connection with Mr. Chambers’ instruction, she agreed promptly.  He asked if now was okay.  Without thinking, she blurted out that now would be fine.  Her new partner didn’t miss a beat.

“Awesome.  Want to go to the lounge?”

“Okay.”

It was only then that she remembered her companions.  She found herself under the combined gazes of Scott and Elle.  Both were regarding her expectantly.

“Uh, I guess I gotta go.  See you guys later?” she asked.  She took one nod and one shrug as assent.  Scott made a move to go, remarking that he’d better get busy.

Vijay seemed euphoric.

“That was a lucky break that they told us to fuck someone new.”

Amy looked a question mark at him.

“Lucky?”

“Yeah, I noticed you as soon as we sat down.  Right then I wanted to fuck you.  I was watching you all during the talk.”

Flattered, Amy nevertheless made light of the compliment.

“Lust at first sight?”

Her partner seemed unfazed.

“You have long legs.  I like tall girls with long legs.”  His grin broadened with an additional thought. “Of course, I really like is what you have between your legs. Long legs kind of heighten the anticipation.”

By this time they had found a couch in the lounge.  Amy went with her instincts.  While new acquaintance waited, she sat sideways and drew up her legs.  Reclining, she parked one shoe on the low back of the furniture while the other she laid open.  She smiled a welcome up at him.

“Will this be okay?” she asked coyly.

Vijay took his place on his knees between her legs.  His cock was gaining heft as he did so.  His expression was quite intent.  Wordlessly he laid a hand on each of her calves.  Leaning over the elevated leg, he applied his lips to her ankle.  He repeated the action a little higher on the calf. 

She was catching her breath as he reached her inner thigh.  The hollow just south of her pussy was exceptionally sensitive and he lingered there.  His tongue joined his lips in the ministrations.  She was no longer making any attempt to hold still.  The twisting of her body had the objective of forcing her labia in the direction of his mouth.  Her cunt desperately wanted to join this party.

His lips dragged over her pussy on their way to the hollow on the other thigh.  She hissed in frustration between her labored breaths.  That signal did not dissuade him from lingering in his new chosen spot. 

Without warning her labia reported a positive development.  Her partner’s hand had made a no-look assault on her pussy, stroking its thumb up and down her slit.  When his head turned in the direction of her sex, the thumb made a deeper plunge.  That, combined with feeling his tongue on her clit, raised her spirits and her passion.  Her body pulsed with arousal in anticipation of her eventual violation.

While various of Vijay’s digits invaded her interior, his tongue settled into a lapping rhythm on her clit.  Amy was writhing and moaning freely.  She wanted this exquisite torture to stop … no, wanted more … oh, oh …

Gripping his head, she alternately attempted to force his face more deeply into her crotch and pull it away.  Oh, God, was he ever going to … A shudder associated with a minor orgasm distracted her for a moment.  When it subsided, his head was out of her grasp and her clit was no longer under assault.  Feeling his body shifting, she opened her eyes to finding him rearing purposefully between her legs.  His cock was in his hand.  The pore in the flared head pointed at her momentarily before its owner leaned forward and guided it down below the horizon of her mons.  She felt his finger locate her entrance and then felt the blunt pressure as his cock presented itself in place of the finger.

His first entry thrust caused her to buck in reaction – too deep without picking up enough of her moisture.  He apparently detected the exceptional resistance and corrected with a couple of short strokes that remedied the lubrication problem.  Once she felt his passage easing, she relaxed and gave herself up to experiencing the sensation of his opening her.

Happily full of cock at last, she raised her legs off the couch to facilitate his penetration.  In the midst of that adjustment, their tongues interacted.  She had him completely inside her.  The fuck was on.

He did a very competent job of varying his stroke angle and motion.  That ratcheted up her arousal and her expectation of a climax.  She expressed her approval with her cunt muscles.  He seemed to take note, pausing to grind against her vaginal grip.  

When he picked up the tempo with straight thrusts, she supplied her own rotational motion by causing her hips to pivot about the axis of his cock.  Her cunt paid her back with wonderful sensations that lifted her over to her climax.  She bucked and shuddered against her partner’s invading member as the orgasm’s front rolled through her body, shorting out all other sensory input.

She was striving to press her pussy more urgently against the root of his cock to try to prolong her pleasure when he lost control.  Lunging at her one last time, he gasped and groaned out his climax.  She pulled him into her with her legs and tightened her vaginal muscles around his straining cock.  Vaguely, she felt the pattern of her muscular activity change.  It was a now familiar sensation. 

By the time he was responsive again she knew she had milked his softening cock thoroughly.  She wondered if he had noticed.  When his re-arisen head came into view it was bearing a dazed attempt at a smile.

“Ver-ree nice.”  His voice was still breathy.  “I’m sorry I didn’t fuck you sooner.  Your cunt is the best.”

Her “thank you” was modest, adding that she hoped that he had cum hard.  Remembering how he had come on to her, she had no difficulty complimenting him on the skill of his foreplay.  At his suggestion, she agreed that they had had a mutually satisfying encounter.  However, her perfunctory suggestion that they had to do “this” again sometime met with a head shake.

“I don’t think we should.”

Disconcerted, she asked why.  That’s when the teasing smile appeared.

“When you have that good a fuck the first time, the next time is bound to be a disappointment.”

“Then we’ll have to do it two more times,” she shot back.  “With lower expectations the third time should be fabulous again.”

She was gratified by his chuckle and joined him.

Once he had helped her get her somewhat wobbly legs under her and they had taken their leave of each other with a prolonged tongue touch, she took stock.  A trip to the hyg was in order.  Vijay had apparently not been exaggerating his satisfaction.  His seminal production had been quite copious and was exceeding her cunt’s capacity to contain it.  Clenching her pussy she set off in search of the required facilities.

When she was about to leave the hyg, Saree entered.  Obviously freshly fucked, she greeted Amy warmly.  The latter lingered while her friend set about her routine.  They chatted merrily about sex and their bodies’ responses to it.

“I had no idea I’d be having this much fun,” Saree chirped as she checked her look in the mirror.  Those magnificent breasts bobbed in reaction to her happy body language.  “You have to feel sorry for every girl who isn’t here with us at Farleigh.”

“Actually,” Amy observed gaily, “I feel like my body’s having all the fun.  I’m just along for the ride.”

“Then, thanks for the ride, body.”  She watched her body jiggle some more in front of the mirror.  The Muslim girl then sobered a bit.  “You’re kidding, of course.  My mind and emotions have been working overtime.  I’m amazed how much my viewpoint has been changed.  I just seem to think of everything in reference to sex.  I think about boys and sex, girls and sex, entertainment and sex, even the weather and sex.”  She shook her head with a grin.  “Do you think I’m obsessed?”

“If so, that makes two of us.”

They were in the main lounge area by then.  Saree was in a reflective mood.

“Even with Rashid – he’s a guy I’m really attracted to and I think the feeling’s mutual –   well, he’s only fucked me three times.  And I’m really looking forward to being with him again, but in the meantime, all kinds of guys have had their cocks in me.  The weird part is that I’m okay with the whole situation.  I feel like Rashid is always available, so there’s no need to keep after him for more sex and no point in holding back taking on other guys.  And I’m really enjoying those other guys.”

“You’re getting to be quite slut,” Amy observed with mock disapproval.

After the shared laugh, Saree pressed her.

“Enough about me.  You always get me to talk about me.  Where are you in all this?  What is this week doing to you?”

Amy stowed her flippancy and attempted to focus on a response.

“This has been consciousness-expanding,” Amy agreed.  “I came here with all kinds of mixed emotions and mixed expectations and I don’t mind saying that I was a little overwhelmed – okay, a lot overwhelmed.  But everybody’s been so nice and letting me …you know … join in.”  She thought back to her pre-Farleigh self and then continued earnestly.  “It occurred to me that the fear that makes a person shy isn’t of rejection or being ignored, it’s being noticed and made to feel out of place.  I think that over the past few days I’ve come to feel like I belong.”

When she stopped she waited for her companion to respond.  That’s when she noticed the welling in the other girl’s eyes.  The statuesque Arab girl stepped forward and slipped her arms around Amy.  Amy hugged back, making sure that their breasts pressed together as intimately as possible.

When they relaxed their embrace, Saree had blinked back most of her tears.

“I know that outsider feeling.  I’ve done my share of struggling with shyness, but I always managed to not let it show.  I just realized that I don’t feel out of place here nearly as much as I have in the past.  I know I’ve had a couple of episodes, but really people here are very accepting and that makes it easy to accept them.”

“And how much do you think the open sex has to do with that?” Amy prompted in response to her own thought.

The realization showed in Saree’s eyes.

“Probably a lot … Maybe everything.”

“You’d better get a couple of boys in this mix if you’re going to do each other.”

Both girls looked aside to see George and Indu regarding them with amusement.  The contrast of Indu’s slim body and nearly charcoal-grey skin and George’s rounded figure and pedal-pink appointments intrigued Amy.  They would be quite a sight eating each other out … Where did that thought come from?

“Actually, we were looking for two more girls for our foursome.  We’re all fucked out.”

Saree’s ribald rejoinder garnered sour looks of mock disapproval from the other two.  Amy wondered if her companion had tapped into her momentary fantasy.

“Subversives,” George observed, her eyes narrowing in mock suspicion.  “You can bet we’re going to keep an eye on you two.”

“Seriously,” Saree continued slipping smoothly out of Amy’s arms.  “Has everyone been fucked recently?”

“Very recently,” George assented.  “That gentlemen’s choice fuck session was inspired.  When you make a guy feel like he’s really in charge, you can get some pretty good service.  This big guy, Val, did me doggy style.  He had a nice touch.”

Score another one for Jet, Amy thought.

“I fuck danced,” Indu announced proudly.  “This guy asked how I wanted it and I told him.  I synced the same music to our personals and we moved to it with his cock in me.”  She shrugged.  “It wasn’t exactly ballet, but it was fun.  He told me he’d like to try it again.”

“Oh, there’s Elle and Serena … and Tovah,” George announced as Indu concluded.  She waved to the new arrivals who changed course to join the foursome.  George led them all to a seating area where they made themselves comfortable – with due regard for proper vaginal display, of course.  

“How did this become a hen party?” George queried.  “I feel naked with no boys around.”

After some grins about their lack of raiment, Tovah observed that boys were handy when you wanted to have fun, but when you needed some serious talk, only girls would do.

Elle nodded. 

“My grandmother says that men are good for two things: fucking and moving furniture.  The rest of the time they’re mostly in the way.”

Her observation garnered the requisite number of titters.

Saree had only smiled politely.

“I guess when I get old and jaded, I’ll probably agree with that, but right now I think guys are interesting creatures with a lot of exciting possibilities.”

There was no immediate reaction to the Muslim girl’s statement.  Serena seemed thoughtful.

“You know, what you two just said kind of defines the question that I have.  That is, what’s to keep the Farleigh experience from making us bored with sex and boys?”

“We’d have to keep doing things to keep it fresh and keep a good attitude,” George shot back.  Then she seemed to weaken.  “Oh God, don’t say I’ll ever be bored with boys and their cocks!”  Her anguish was apparent.  Amy felt some nascent concern herself.

“It’s romance that’s required,” Saree told her.  “That’s what keeps sex from becoming a matter of hormones and plumbing. That’s what allows you to see the newness.”

“You’re crashing my cynical mood,” Elle responded in mock reproach.  “But this sounds like fun.  If you want to help out an old jade like me answer this question: What’s the most romantic thing you can say about sex?”

Saree paused to consider.

“When I have a boy inside me,” she began, “he’s my guest.  I want him to feel welcome, to enjoy his stay and to want to come back.  At the same time, since I’m extending my hospitality to him, I want him to respect my feelings and show his appreciation.”

“I think fucking is very beautiful,” Indu offered.

All eyes turned to her.

“I think,” she continued, “when a boy releases his seed into me he’s sharing his life force and I think that’s an honor to receive it.  At the same time, I’m doing him a favor by accepting it.  It’s such a sharing thing, such a joining of our bodies and ourselves that it transcends anything else people can do.”

Amy was warming to the mood.

“The intimacy is what I like,” she said quietly, “the touching.  I like the feel of a guy’s skin on mine.  I like the way his body feels when I touch him.  I think the reason I want his cock inside me is that the touching doesn’t get any closer than that.”  She paused to resolve her thoughts and then added, “I think the best part of sex is when I have a guy lying on top of me with his cock inside me.  I could stay like that forever.”

She garnered a couple of nods around the group.  Her moment in the limelight was short-lived, however.  It was obvious that Serena was ready with her contribution.  Her eyes were shining with inspired luminosity.

“I think sex is magic,” she declared.  When she had the collective attention she continued.  “For one thing our bodies draw men like magnets.  It’s a force you can’t explain.  Once they’re inside us, they practically can’t help giving us their seed.  And if we want to we can use it to make life inside us – and that’s the greatest magic in the universe.”

No one made any other contributions.  Amy was impressed.  Who would have thought that down-to-earth Serena would turn out to be a romantic?

The throb of music and a general migration of the crowd induced them to rise and pass outdoors onto a large patio adjoining the cafeteria.  Drinks and snacks were being dispensed.  People were mingling – not just freshmen, but counselors and floor monitors.

Amy and some of her companions secured a drink and surveyed the burgeoning scene.  Other upper classmen were in the mix.  Her volleyball teammates, the boys that had assisted with the various sessions and many others that she recognized were there.  Oh, and there was Ms. Bauman talking animatedly to a group of Amy’s classmates.  Ms. Ng, Ms. Hachoose and Mr. Cochran represented the administration.  It dawned on her that everyone on campus was present.

“I guess this is what shows on the schedule as ‘All-Campus Social,’” George observed. 

“Well, I guess we better be social,” Serena concluded.

With mutual nods of assent, her companions diffused into the crowd.  Amy consciously decided not to follow, not wanting to seem like she was trailing after any of them.  Hanging back, she observed the action.

Mr. Chambers was dancing with Scott’s roommate, Mika.  They were the only pair at first, but a few others joined.  As the dancers swept an area clear of bystanders, Amy surveyed the edges of the group.  She and Jamal locked eyes.  He gave her a smile of recognition as he detached himself from his klatch and started toward her.  She mirrored his action with the intention meeting him halfway.  That’s when one dancing couple caught her eye.  She paused to watch.

 A Junior boy was fuck dancing with Lisa.  Amy watched as the lust in their faces morphed into passion.  Their hips swayed in unison as their crotches ground together, pinned by the boy’s cock.  They looked very hot. 

Amy was feeling some distinct mating urges when she found Jamal at her elbow.  He had followed her line of sight to the coupling pair.  Tearing her eyes away from the scene, she turned to him.

“Hello, again,” he grinned.  It was an expectant grin.  At that moment he looked very, very good. 

“How have you been, Jamal?”

“Good, but running out of things to do.  I’m ready for school to start.”

She hardly heard him.  Her eyes roved over him.  His eyes were not still, either.  Once she had digested the sight of this welcome apparition, she stepped up to him.  She watched his face as she pressed her mons against his half-hard cock. 

Her facial expression must have sent him a signal.  His hands slipped behind her to cup her ass.  He rubbed his cock against her as he asked her if she’d like to dance.  Amy only nodded her acceptance as she set aside her drink and stepped back to take his cock.  She used it to tow him as she backed into the dancing area.

While they communed with Terpsichore, Amy found the inspiration to turn her back on her partner and rub herself up and down his front.  His cock felt like it was ready for business.  When she turned to face him again, the look on his face confirmed her suspicion. 

His hand in the small of her back provided the support she needed when she spread her legs and leaned back.  Her eyes were on his as she guided his member into her.  Their mutual pelvic gyrations caused some wonderful sensations to course through her body as they coupled. 

Their eyes remained locked as she writhed and he thrust in time to the music.  Both hands were behind her now as he leaned back to maximize his stroke length.  There were moans mixed with her gasps as her excitement built. His cock was sliding past her hot spots just right. 

She faltered twice in response to sharp shots of pleasure from her pussy before she actually achieved a climax.  He braced himself and held still so he could support her as she shuddered on his cock.  Her vaginal activity must have been too much for him, however.  While she was still dealing with the debilitating pleasure, he pulled her tight against him while he jerked and bucked in response to the departure of his semen.

Her legs were surprisingly stable when they decoupled.  Her gaze went automatically to Jamal’s cock.  The copious coating and drooling of that member prompted her to look at her own crotch.  She was seeping freely.

“Omigod, we were really juicy,” she observed with a laugh.

Jamal gave her a wan smile.

“I think that’s me.  I generate more than the usual amount of spunk anyway, but this week I haven’t been pumping all that much.” He made a gesture toward her cunt. “I guess you got everything I saved up.”

She merrily chided him for not wearing a warning label on his cock. 

“That thing’s a flash flooding hazard,” she observed.

They bantered for a few minutes before the ooze down her thigh became too distracting.  Thanking him for the fuck and excusing herself, she sought to clean up in the hyg.  In addition to a few girls, some males were making use of the urinals.  The snug ass of one particularly tall individual looked familiar.  Moping her pussy and leg, she kept an eye on him until he finished and turned around.

“Hi, Mr. Yang,” she offered brightly still bending over to address her problem.  She had no doubt that the coning of her breasts would attract his attention.

He paused and with no more than a raising of his eyebrows to signal his surprise, returned her greeting.

“Hi there, Ms. Withers.  Having a good time I see.”

She straightened up, making sure to square her shoulders and arch her back to thrust her mons forward.  She wanted to make sure he was able to make a complete assessment of the state of her cunt. 

“Yes,” she replied cheerfully, “boys everywhere and they all have needs.  What’s a girl to do but get fucked as much as possible?”

Her eyes flicked over his cock discretely.  Invitingly chubby as usual, she thought.

“Too true,” he agreed as they both addressed the wash fountain.  “I take it you found this week’s proceedings to your liking.”

“I think that’s a valid conclusion,” she responded to the non-question with a shy smile.  “I have to admit that I was a little intimidated going in and I had my doubts at times early on, but now …”  She just tossed her head with an affirming smile.

“So, you feel like you belong?” her companion asked as we watched her face.  They had rejoined the gathering to find that the food buffet was open for business.  The robotic servers were retreating, nimbly avoiding encounters with the revelers.

“Yes, definitely.”  Her response was quiet as she returned his gaze steadily.

“Good,” was all he said as he ushered her into the food line.

“How’s the week been for you?”  She was hoping for a new line of conversation.  “Pretty routine?”

“About typical, I’d say,” Mr. Yang replied as he ladled veggie stir fry into his plate.  “This is my fifth Freshman class orientation as a counselor, so I can usually anticipate what’s going to happen.  Truthfully, we’ve kind of got it down to a system, which probably means we’re playing it too safe.”  He paused as they sat and watched for her reaction.

“’Too safe?’” she repeated by way of prompting.

“Yeah, we are getting a very homogeneous student body that may not challenge each other with different thoughts and behaviors.  We’ve got a small pool of students and faculty.  If we’re going to succeed in influencing society, we really need more critical mass than 400 students.  Graduating 100 young people per year is too small a drop in the bucket.”

“But there are other schools like ours, right?  Ms. Bauman told me about them.”

“True.  And a point is that all of them are larger than Farleigh with more diverse student bodies.  We’re a boutique institution.  We have an elite reputation, which is great for recruiting but can be bad because we might be considered irrelevant, self-absorbed snobs.

“However,” he continued on a more upbeat note, “the fact that we’re discussing this is a good sign.  There is recognition of the problem and action is being taken.  Ms. Bauman had one of her usual bed meetings with the head of the board of trustees yesterday.  They agreed that it was time to go forward with the expansion program.  Farleigh is going to get bigger – both in number of students and philosophy.  By the time you’re a Junior, the Freshman class will be twice as large as yours.  We’ll probably also allow transfers into the Sophomore class that year.”

“But what about philosophy?” Amy was feeling an undefined turmoil.

Mr. Yang seemed to be expecting that question.  “We’re playing that by ear.  We know we’re going to be less dogmatic in our heterosexual message.  Maybe,” he smiled a challenge at her, “we’ll tolerate homosexuality.”  When she registered wide-eyed surprise, he seemed to retrench.  “Fact is, we deal with a very small portion of the spectrum of human sexuality.  We could become as obsolete as we now consider the traditional moralists.  Time and practice could easily pass us by – make us irrelevant.”

Amy considered.  She had come to consider her counselor as a stalwart devotee and exponent of the Farleigh philosophy.

“How are you with all of this?” she asked quietly.

“I’m more than good,” he answered promptly.  “I was one of the people – faculty and alumni – that were raising the issue.  And Ms. Bauman is a very smart lady.  She adopted the issue and has involved the faculty in the planning of all of this along with the board and the alumni.  I think we have a broad buy-in.  Of course,” the smile was back again, “In my case, I really like my job, so I’m incentivized.  After all, where else can you get paid to fuck young girls?”

“Are you ready to fuck young boys?”

She meant the question to be jocular.  Mr. Yang paused for the space of a breath before showing his teeth in a forced smile.

“I guess we’ll all have to stay flexible and deal with things as they play out.  Actually, the picture I have in my head is a bi-sexual Farleigh.”  After another thoughtful pause: “I have a feeling that is the way society is going.  We may be headed for a single sex.”

Amy considered.

“Do you think we’ll have trouble keeping up our birthrate.  The species might decline ...”

“… and go extinct.”  He nodded with a grim smile.  “That’s an unusual observation from someone your age.  Are you sure you’re only 14?”  When she chuckled, he added earnestly, “You certainly fuck older.”

Touched, she thanked him for the compliment, then added with equal earnestness, “I’m looking forward to being fucked by you again.”

They regarded each other in silence.

Their moment was only that.  A Senior girl appeared across the table.  It was Tiffany – she of long legs and awesome dance skills.  Anomalously, she wore a bright scarf around her neck and a fine chain around her waist.  Amy quickly put the presence of the textile accouterment down to upperclassman privilege.  The sparse raiment combined with some sparkling makeup caused the older girl to look all dressed up – her vast expanse of smooth, bare skin notwithstanding.  Those seated were able to look directly into her well-cleft pussy.  There was a sparkling sheen around it that doubtless was the result of artfully-applied makeup.

“Hey, Paul,” the new arrival said to the counselor.  “You made a promise.  I’m here to collect.”  Her smiling coo left no doubt of her erotic intentions.  Mr. Yang pretended to be put off.

“Ah, can’t a guy get a break around here?  Demanding women everywhere.”  He heaved a theatrical sigh, then added, “Coming.”

As he moved to stand up, he looked at Amy one more time.

“We’ll continue this another time,” he murmured.

With that, he broke out an engaging smile as he joined Tiffany.  He said something complimentary about her appearance before they exchanged tongue touches.  Whatever she whispered as she slipped an arm through his included the word “delicious.” Amy watched their retreating backs for a moment, then shook off the feeling of abandonment. 

The vacated seat opposite her was abruptly occupied.  Scott was smiling – no, smirking at her.

“Your other lovers give a brother stiff competition,” he observed.  “First a Senior, then a teacher.”

His mood – and his presence – lifted her at once.

“Just another day in the life of a super slut,” she replied with a dismissive shrug.  She couldn’t help smiling as she delivered the line.  Then his words sank in.  “What do you mean ‘other lovers?’ other than who?  Last I checked, your cock and my cunt hadn’t had the pleasure.”

He didn’t miss a beat.

“We’re platonic lovers.  We’re starting a new trend.”

She made a sour face.

“I don’t remember signing up for that.  How does it work?  We fuck everybody but each other?”

“Mmm ... I don’t know.  I’m still working out the details.  But you sure made it sound like a bad thing.”

There was a rumble of distant thunder.  It caused them both to glance out of the sheltered party area and over the campus.  Another bolt of lightning greeted their gaze. 

“Looks like we’ll finally get some serious rain,” was his comment.  “That could be good.”

She cocked her head quizzically.

“What?  Are you a farmer?” she teased.

He returned her smile, but kept a serious mien.

“Ever been naked in the rain?  I mean deliberately – not got caught running from building to car.”

“Uh, no, I guess not.  Well, maybe when I was little.”

“When this weather report came out I heard some people talking about wanting to be out in the rain.  I guess it can be pretty sensual.  I also think it could be fun because you seem to be doing something unnatural – maybe naughty – because usually you want to run inside.  Instead, staying out and doing whatever you would do if it was bright sunshine … sounds like it could be very cool.”

Amy considered. 

“I would think that a light shower would be okay, but if it’s really driving, that wouldn’t be pleasant.”

“Yeah, getting caught in a sun shower is probably best – something that comes on suddenly and hangs on for just a few minutes.  When you think about it, our bodies are set up to deal with water.  We’re waterproof – as a matter of fact, we’re really weather-proof. It’s just temperature that gets to us.”

“Well, there’s the matter of sunburn.”

He tossed his head dismissively.

“A special problem for white folks, courtesy of the Ice Ages.  Most of the species tolerates sun pretty well.  But technology has given us pale skins a work-around for that little inconvenience.  There’s really no reason why we couldn’t live under the sky.”

As the trivial topic persisted, she felt a bit silly.

“Ever fucked in the rain?” she asked.

His grin got broad.

“On my ‘to do’ list.”

Their wrist companions suddenly demanded attention.  It was time for floor meeting.  Apparently the change in routine hadn’t extended to that activity.  After reluctant leave-taking, they went in search of their roommates.  Amy encountered Marvin almost immediately in a clutch of couples.  He claimed her with a smiling salutation and a nonchalant arm around her waist.  That accomplished, he proceeded to conduct her toward their meeting place.

When they arrived at the assembly room, their monitors were already there.  Amy and Marvin took seats together.  She matter-of-factly opened her legs and reached over to take her roommate’s cock.  He placed his hand high on the inside of her thigh.  Then unexpectedly, he turned and lowered his face to hers.  Pleasantly surprised, she accepted the kiss that contained only a slight amount of tongue exchange.  It was very sweet.

Enjoying the glow of the incident, she scanned the room.  Scott entered with Mika and took a seat some distance away.  As he did so, he also surveyed the audience.  When his eyes met Amy’s, he inclined his head in a slight salute.  She smiled and nodded back.  The encounter sustained the warmth she was feeling.

Amy discovered that she was rubbing thighs with Brad.  Acknowledging his casual greeting, she impulsively leaned into him.  The tongue touch was a nice additional boost. They smiled at each other as they parted. This place was so comfortable.  She was suffused with a growing sense of belonging.

An expectant glance at their hosts indicated that the freshmen were not an item of interest for them yet.  The two stood against the back wall engrossed in conversation.  Jeff was facing the incoming crowd with legs apart and arms folded.  His partner leaned on an elbow against his pec a bit below his shoulder as though he were a stationary post. Her other hand was on her hip in characteristic fashion.  Their faces were inclined toward each other only a hand’s breadth apart.

They continued in that mode as the room filled.  At last, when all of the new arrivals were seated, the murmur of the assembly caused Jeff to look their way.  Consuelo turned to follow his glance.  They looked back at each other and exchanged a mutual nod.  They straighten up and walked forward.

“Good evening, freshmen of Floor Three,” Consuelo began, assuming her signature pose with hands on hips. Her tits and pubis thrust out naturally as she arched her back.   “For some of you, that will be the last time you’ll have that designation.  Tomorrow night you very likely will be sleeping somewhere else with someone new.”

“But before that happens,” her partner picked up, “you’ll have a fun-filled day in one of the local municipal oases – one of a few off-campus places you’ll get to know excruciatingly well over the next four years.”  Jeff was smirking with obvious hard-won wisdom.  His hand rested lightly on his partner’s shoulder.

“So those are the two topics we’re going to hit on tonight:  the roommate reassignment for the first half semester and your first day in town,” Consuelo summarized.  “First, the day trip ...”

A dry rendition by the monitors established that the school’s fleet of robotic minibuses would be available periodically beginning after breakfast to convey the students to their destination a few kilometers away.  The buses would run circuits all day between the town and school, retrieving students as they desired to return.  Everyone should be back at school by 1700.  On-board monitoring of embedded ID chips would insure that only Farleigh students boarded the bus at either end of the trip.

“The main purpose of this outing,” Jeff continued, “is that you get a little break from the Farleigh environment.  Seeing the same faces and being on a set schedule for a week can be a little wearing, so we want you to relax and have fun.”

“Interactive fun,” the buxom Latina clarified.  “Remember what is supposed to happen when Farleigh folks go out in the community?  What’s it called?  Altogether!”

The scattered murmur was obviously not what she considered satisfactory.  Her ample breasts rose noticeably as she heaved a long sigh and slowly swept the assembly with a pained expression.  Amy noted that their monitor was no longer in intimidation mode.  Things had moved on.

“Let’s … try that …again,” their monitor said in a slow, tired tone. She rallied and continued in a command mode.  “Ready?  What’s it called?”

“Outreach!” the freshmen thundered in return.

“Whew.  For second there I thought you had all forgotten,” Jeff said in mock relief.  “That would have meant you’d have to repeat the week.”

A general titter surfaced in response.  As exciting as the week had been, no one relished reliving the experience. 

“But to get down to specifics,” he continued, “I suspect that some people might find the idea of outreach with a bunch of strangers intimidating.”  He paused and looked around.  “Anybody feel that way?”  Amy found herself nodding in concert with a few other heads.  Marvin’s head remained steady.  “I’m going to suggest that the ones that feel that way are the same ones who felt intimidated when they showed up last Sunday.  Point is that as anxious as you were when you showed up here, things worked out okay.  Right?”  More nodding.  “So, all you have to do is go with it and everything is going to be wonderful – again!”

“Fact of the matter is, you don’t have a lot of grounds for anxiety,” Consuelo picked up.  “Farleigh has been here a long time and we have been interacting with the town people all that time.  In other words, they are expecting you and know what to expect from you.”

“I sort of think of it as a sperm exchange,” her companion offered.  “You guys will inseminate a bunch of women and girls in town and you girls will come home with a bunch of town boys’ sperm swimming around in your bellies.  What could be nicer?”

There was some snickering.

Amy was suddenly acutely aware of her cunt.  The prospect that Jeff described titillated her.  She knew she was getting moist.

The discussion died away after a few questions.  Topics changed to roommates.  The monitors took turns describing how the new assignments would be posted at 1600 and that everyone should be moved to their new domicile by 1800.  Advice was given to gather one’s belongings before setting off for town in the morning.

“Of course, you’re all anxious to know who your going to get and how that assignment is going to be arrived at,” Jeff summarized.  “All you have to know right now is that it will be someone different and someone that it’s judged you can benefit from having as your mate.  Not to say that the benefits of the new assignment are obvious right off.  A lot of times there’s some period of adjustment.”

“But you’ll have lots of time,” his companion added.  “This will be your mate for the next seven-and-change weeks.”

Bailey raised her hand.

“Does it ever not work out?  I mean, do roommates ever get to the point that they can’t stand each other and won’t stay together?” 

Consuelo shook her head.

“I’ve never known it to get to that point.  Usually problems between a boy and a girl can be ironed out.”  She smiled knowingly.  “I haven’t run across too many arguments that can’t be patched up with make-up sex.”  Her expression changed as she continued.  “Girl-girl spats are another matter.  We get a lot of those.”

“But not too many cat fights, unfortunately.”

Jeff was grinning as his remark provoked a wave of laughter.

“I think that has to do with girls realizing they have ‘way too much skin and accessible sensitive spots at stake to get into the nail-raking contest,” Jeff continued a little more seriously.

His partner was fixing him with a disapproving but tolerant look.

“You might think that there are no fights breaking out between guys.  Fact is, we have the same testosterone-driven, wolf-pack-inspired cock fights that you find in any other place where there is a concentration of teenaged males,” she asserted.  “Probably fewer and less intense than in other places, but we’re not conflict-free.”

“A lot less,” Jeff insisted.  He was sparring good-naturedly with his partner now.

“Maybe,” she conceded.  “I think the bottom line is that the naked, co-gender, freely sexual environment tends to put a damper on extreme behavior. Where there’s no competition for exclusive sex partners, people are usually on better behavior in the presence of the opposite sex.  And, of course, recently fucked people just tend to be more relaxed and mellow.  It’s formula for Shangri-la.”  She finished with a little shrug as though she considered her conclusion obvious.

“Still in all,” she continued, “the most frequent disputes are between girls on the same floor.  I suppose there could be any number of theories why that happens, but regardless of what kind of fight can break out, we strive to head that off with our work sessions.  Sensitivity, openness and recognition of a problem in the early stages are the techniques we teach.  Good sense and peer pressure are the first line of dispute settlement.  The floor monitors are the second and counselors are the third.”

“Everybody needs to keep in mind that we’re here at Farleigh to make love, not war,” Jeff concluded.  “We strive to change the world one gentle fuck at a time.”

It was impossible to tell whether he was being sincere or sardonic.

Amy found it totally natural to be holding onto Marvin’s cock as they located the room occupied by Naomi and Pat.  His hand on her ass felt equally normal.

Naomi was a chocolate treat with large, long-tailed, liquid caramel eyes.  She was not tall or exceptionally buxom, but she exuded an unreserved sexiness, perhaps due to her well-rounded ass, full lips and prominent labia.  Her roommate was about as fair as she was dark.  His red hair was a few shades lighter than Marvin’s – Amy thought of a carrot.  He was taller and leaner than Marvin but his head seemed quite round and full-cheeked.  His slightly stoop-shouldered posture made him appear a bit a goofy.  The length of his flaccid cock, however, suggested that he could be capable of some serious sex business.

The Afro girl greeted them in a low, breathy voice as they exchanged the Farleigh CC.  Pat checked Amy out as he felt her pussy and for a moment afterward as well.  Judging by the way his cock firmed up, he apparently liked what he saw.

“Is everyone looking forward to tomorrow as much as I am?” Naomi asked as they found places on the bed.  She had shed her shoes as she knelt next to Marvin, but Amy kept hers.

“How so?” Marvin asked.   “Looking forward to all that good townie spunk?”

The girl shook her head with a grin as she sat back on her heels and took charge of Marvin’s cock.  “I just want a serious change in scenery.”  She looked at her companions and added, “I’m starting to feel cooped up here.  The sex was a great distraction for a while, but there’s got to be more going on in your life than fucking.”

“Well I guess we all agree with that,” Amy agreed, thrumming Pat’s cock head with her thumb as she sat cross-legged, “but what do you miss most?”

“The little things like conversation about pop culture and girlfriends.”

Naomi was beginning to squirm.  Marvin had leaned toward her so that the hand he threaded under her from behind could insert a digit into her cunt.  The invader was apparently working her subtly.

“And I hardly know what’s going on in the world,” she continued.  She emitted a gasp as Marvin found a sensitive spot.

“I know what you mean,” Amy rejoined.  Her nipples were responding to Pat’s sucking.  She had leaned back, supported on her free hand so her new partner could insert a finger into her.  “I have been blowing off my mother and friends back home.  My mom’s going to get pregnant this weekend and I’ve talked to her once.”

“No kidding?  My mom had a baby just a couple of months ago.”  Naomi turned back from a tongue kiss with Marvin to rejoin the conversation.  He had co-opted a breast during that process.  “It was little weird because she went with a sperm bank.  She’s bi but she didn’t want to get involved with a guy.  She’s pretty heavy into her current girlfriend who is all lezzie all the time.  They got knocked up together.”

Pat had lain out on his back while still fingering Amy.  She looked up from sucking his cock and cleared the string of precum from her lips with her other hand before she spoke.  She continued to pump his member manually.

“My mom’s kind of old-fashioned,” she disclosed.  “She has to find a guy she really wants to have a baby with.  The guy she’s with now is really nice, so she figured it was time.  I think he might even hang around and play house with her after the baby’s born.”

“That’s nice,” Naomi replied with some effort.  She had to tilt her head back to see Amy.  She was on her back with her legs planted apart. Marvin was between them, obviously making preparations to enter her.  “I like that idea of being into your baby’s father.”  She paused and shuttered her eyes while she gasped.  She was reacting to her new sexmate’s entry thrust.  She took two more strokes from him before attempting to continue.  “I think baby making should be a romantic thing.  I like the idea of love children.”  She set about raising her legs.

Having decided that Pat was ready, Amy straddled his hips and stroked herself home on his cock.  She wriggled a bit to maximize her comfort and then flexed her cunt muscles.  “Yeah, I can’t imagine doing it any other way.  If you like guys, you should be able to find one whose baby you want to have.”  She leaned forward to tongue Pat before starting to fuck herself on him.

“I heard that,” the darker girl agreed among her heavy breaths.  Marvin was stroking her with authority.  Her legs were around him and her gaze was on his face.  Her hands were gripping his forearms which were planted on either side of her.  “But then you have the problem of guys not wanting to commit.”  She paused for a couple of labored breaths.  “’Course … uhnf …you can always just not tell him that you’ve dropped your defense when he …” Her own moan interrupted her.  It was the first of a series. 

Amy’s ride on Pat’s cock was progressing nicely.  Her stimulated cunt was rewarding her efforts by sending tendrils of promising pleasure through body.  She had to concentrate to continue the conversation. 

“But that’s not right.  You … gotta let’em knooow,” Amy gasped.  “If … he … doesn’t agree …you …” She paused to shutter as a mini foreshock of an orgasm welled up in her. “…you really shouldn’t do it.  Uhnh…uhnh … uhnh …” She emitted a moan with each exhaled breath.

“I guess it’s his … baby, too,” Naomi agreed huskily.  “Ooooh.”

The girls announced their orgasms in a nearly unison cry.  Amy’s cunt muscles spasmed but as the peak of the climax passed, she sent them quieting commands.  They lapsed into sulky passivity, sliding up and down on her partner’s cock.  As soon as she was able, she resumed her piston motion, seeking a repeat of her experience.  She tried to readdress the line of discussion, but instead found herself reflecting.

“’S funny how we need this … the fucking is one thing … but we have this need to reproduce …”

Pat was trying to thrust against her.  His hands that had been fondling her breasts were holding still.  This didn’t look promising, but she kept determinedly on.  Please hold out.  That’s when she realized her treacherous cunt muscles were back at it again.  She had to pause while she reorganized her attack.  The male under her persisted in thrusting and writhing, trying to get off.

“Yeah, to grow a baby inside us.”  The other girl seemed relaxed now, apparently sated.  She was watching Marvin straining to pound himself into a climax.  “That’s it, boy.  Give it to me,” she whispered urgently to him.  Her legs were pumping his ass.  Then she addressed Amy again.

“But guys feel it, too.  At some point most of them want to knock a girl up and make a baby of their own.  It’s just the commitment thing that holds them back.”

Amy was about to reply when the scene suddenly inverted.  She squeaked with surprise.  Desperate for his climax, Pat had taken over, flipping her onto her back.  When she took stock of her situation, she found her thighs pressed almost to her breasts by the force exerted by his chest as he drove into her.  Effectively prevented from managing his strokes with her legs, she resigned herself to a passive fucking.  That’s when her cunt muscles reported for duty.  Elated, she concentrated her efforts “down there.”

As she watched that bobbing red head with the determined expression, she felt her arousal rebuilding.  She tried to ignore that and kept manipulating her pussy.  The appeal of a renewed orgasm, however, was too much.  The climax built rapidly.  It had enough momentum to burst into fruition after her assailant groaned to announce his fulfillment.  She was the beneficiary of the shuddering strokes he continued to deliver as he released his semen.

“Noisy isn’t he?” Naomi observed out of Amy’s view.  “I like a man that lets me know he’s getting off.”

Amy’s heavy breathing prevented her from replying.  Indeed, her passion-fogged mind didn’t totally register what had been said.  Her attention was directed to her partner who lay on her breathing heavily.  She had managed to clear her legs out of the way.

“I don’t care what anybody says,” the other girl was continuing conversationally.  “I think guys are multi-dimensional.  I think they’re a lot of fun.”

Although Amy was sympathetic to the viewpoint, she sensed that Naomi wanted to be drawn out on the subject.  Gathering her concentration, she framed a challenge.

“I think we’re all here because we like guys.”

“Right, right.  But I like guys not just for what they have between their legs.  I like them because they’re sooo different from us.”

Amy was running her hands over Pat’s back.  Her cunt plied his retreating cock.  She was catching onto the other girl’s point.  Lacking visual connection, she made her reply by way of the ceiling.

“The way they behave, you mean.”

“That and the way they think, the way they talk, even the way they don’t get it sometimes.  You know, they’re not even listening to us talk about them right now because the sex has drained all the blood from their brains.”

Pat showed no signs of wanting to dismount her.  Indeed, he seemed content to lie where he was.  She wondered if he had dozed off.  No matter, he felt good.  She herself began to drowse as she felt the regular rising and falling of his rib cage.  The rhythm was very soothing.  If there were still people talking, she no longer noticed.

She came to herself with a start.  The boy on top of her had moved suddenly.  Her reopened eyes registered the fact of his raised head darting a look over his shoulder and down his back.

“What …?” Pat was saying.

Marvin and Naomi were tittering out of Amy’s view.

“She bit your ass,” Marvin tattled.

“I couldn’t help it,” the Afro girl wailed in mock defensiveness.  “It just looked so good.  The Devil must have made me do it.”

Pat’s head swung around to Amy again.  She perceived his annoyance   Not saying anything he heaved himself off her and sat up.

“Nice move,” he volunteered sourly, moving to rub his assaulted cheek.

Naomi seemed oblivious to his pique.

“This boy falls asleep in the saddle practically every time,” she told her companions.  “It’s like all the blood leaves his head when the cum leaves his dick.”

“You know I only do that at night,” he growled defensively.

Naomi got on all fours and crossed to her aggrieved roommate.  Her nose was nearly against his as she continued more quietly.

“I think it’s cute the way you just give it up and conk out.  I love it when you give yourself to me like that.”

They were still eating each other’s faces when Marvin and Amy slipped off the bed and prepared to leave.  Their hosts drew apart momentarily to bid them good-bye.

“Thanks for the talk,” Naomi smiled at Amy.

“Was there talk going on?” Pat asked in mock surprise.  “I didn’t notice.”

Their faces coalesced again after Naomi gave a “see what I mean” shake of her head.

“I think they might be a little too involved for this stage of the game,” Marvin observed when they were in the hyg. 

Amy continued with her cleaning.  She’d been reflecting on the closing scene as well.

“’Too involved’ as in ‘in love?’” she asked pointedly.  She hadn’t looked up.

“Well, maybe.  But if it is, don’t you think that’s wrong for us – for where we are now?”

She straightened up and looked at him.

“Probably not a good strategy, considering what we have ahead of us, but if you don’t act on your feelings, why have them?”

“Just go with it, regardless of the consequences?”

“No, not always, but when it’s there and it feels right and you can make someone happy, why not?”

“Because you can be setting both of you up for an emotional crash.  That’s got to hurt.”

Amy was gaining a new insight to the boy she had been sleeping with all week.

“So if you don’t go with your feelings because of the possible hurt, where does that leave you as far as forming relationships?”

“I’m not saying forever,” Marvin emphasized.  “I’m just saying for now.”

“How long is ‘now?’” she asked quietly.

He hesitated and seemed to sway with his arms dangling at his sides.

“I guess until you can back up a commitment – maybe in your 20’s.”

“Hunh.  Good luck keeping your feelings on a leash that long.” 

She felt unaccountably stung by his expressed opinion.  He seemed to sense the effect he’d had on her.

“Well, that’s my theory,” he waved as though pushing his proposition aside.  “I could be wrong.”  He ended with a wan smile.

Amy concluded he wanted out of the discussion.  Since she couldn’t get a handle on the reason for her annoyance with him, she was willing to let it drop.  Anyway, his smile reminded her how cute he could be.  She stepped up to him and looped an arm around his neck as she kissed him.  He was very responsive.

“We’ll have to compare notes in about 10 years,” she whispered when she was able to disengage her mouth.  He nodded assent.

The lounge was sparsely populated.  On the patio, a slightly larger crowd had reassembled seemingly fascinated by the weather.  The lightning had ceased, but the rain was coming down steadily.  A few ventured out of the overhanging shelter into the elements.  Their bodies quickly developed a sheen that glistened in the grounds lights.  As girls tossed back their sodden locks and boys horsed around, sporadic laughter began to erupt.  Amy remembered her conversation with Scott and felt a growing urge to undergo the new experience.  Her companion seemed similarly inspired.  She and Marvin exchanged glances of silent agreement before dashing out to join the merriment. 

The first pelting of precipitation was a bit of a shock, but the warmth of the rain quickly soothed the new arrivals as they acclimatized.  Amy had had the presence of mind to shuck her shoes on the patio, so the wet grass contributed its own sensual experience on her bare feet.  Looking down, she was intrigued with the pattern of drops and rivulets forming on her breasts.  By catching the local lighting, the beaded water glinted and sparkled.  It crossed her mind that the water was forming ornamental jewelry on her naked body.

“Oh, oh.  What was that?” Marilyn was prancing in distress as though the wet grass had suddenly burst into flames.  Amy noted how droplets of water flew off her bounding nipples.  “Something just slithered over my foot!”

The ensuing merriment at her expense went unnoticed as she continued to backpedal and scrutinize the immediate vicinity of the lawn.  A grinning boy appeared at her side and caught her arm.  Ty suggested she get off the ground by climbing on his shoulders.  At first the Afro girl looked at him doubtfully through the curtain of her bedraggled hair.  Finally she caught the spirit of his offer and swung a leg over his neck as he crouched beneath her.  Once Ty and his mounted partner achieved stability in a standing position, they began to move through the group.

Imitators quickly propagated.  Soon giggling girls swayed above the heads of the surrounding crowd.  Once they gained confidence in their mounts, they released their frantic grips on their boys’ heads and began to wave and gesticulate exuberantly.

At the height of the pairing, Luis approached Amy.  His intent was obvious.  Realizing that she had lost Marvin in the hubbub, she assented to be his rider with only minor trepidation.  His shoulders were at once warm and slick.  The lubricity imparted by the rainwater allowed the skin of her thighs to move smoothly against his shoulders as they moved.  At the same time, the stimulation imparted by the rippling of her partner’s muscles, combined with the feeling of her bare pussy lips against his warm neck, added up to a pleasantly arousing situation.

The buzz of incipient sexual arousal was apparently being shared.  She noted many of the boys were displaying full erections.  Chancing a forward glance down Luis’s front confirmed that he was not immune to latent sexual messages.

Two girls, apparently encouraged by their mounts began a joust, trying to unseat one another.  Their efforts were a bit half-hearted despite the truculent lunges and bellicose entreaties of their two-legged steeds.  Then a third vertical couple joined in.  The new arrivals were much more aggressive, trying to drag one of the girls off sideways.  Their target attempted to retain her seat by seizing her mount’s head under the chin.  Surprised, the boy failed to set his feet on the wet grass.  Horse and rider took a slow motion roll onto the ground.

The triumphal whoop issued from Crystal’s throat.  She was astride Rick’s neck. Their celebration was short-lived, however, as more competitors approached.  The rain had slackened to a drizzle by the time the scene had developed into a grand melee.

“Are you game?” Luis asked. 

He had already shifted his grip from her calves to her thighs and was straining toward the swirl.  Her affirmation of her readiness was heartfelt.  She was eyeing Crystal as she did so.  Locking her feet behind Luis’ ribcage and pressing her crotch more snugly into his neck, Amy reckoned she was more stable. 

As they waded into the margins she found herself along side Serena who was engaging Amy’s floor mate Eve who in turn was being borne aloft by her roommate, Carl.  For reasons unknown, Luis drove in between the two grappling, laughing girls.  Amy made a quick decision and straight-armed both, pushing them apart.  Then, gripping her mount’s neck and shoulders tightly between her legs, she leaned over, wrapped her arms around Eve and twisted her loose from her moorings.  Carl went over with a yelp from his rider.  As she landed on her side and rolled to her back, the girl’s flailing legs displayed her bare pussy to good advantage.

Amy’s victory was not be savored, however.  Feeling Serena’s hands close on her shoulders, she quickly hunched and twisted.  Luis apparently read her need and whirled around to face their adversaries, pulling Amy from the other girl’s water-slicked grasp.  Serena was bright-eyed with excitement as she tried to lean over her ride’s head to grasp at Amy.  Her mount – it was Hector – staggered under the asymmetric load as Luis danced back out of the Afro girl’s over-extended reach.  At the same time, the rider’s seat became unstable as she overhung Hector’s head.  The latter’s attempt to regain his balance by extending a leg in front of him encountered wet grass at an oblique angle.  The leg went out from under him and the twosome tumbled.  Amy was reassured by the good natured squeak that Serena emitted.

“Way to be!” Luis exalted, turning his head up to glance up at his rider. 

His competitive blood lust was infectious.  Amy eagerly searched for a new competitor.  One found her.  Eve was back for retribution.  She and Carl attacked from the rear, but Luis had glanced around before the contact was made.  With a skillful spin move he took Amy out of reach.  However, he had backed into the thick of the combat.  Potential assailants were suddenly everywhere.

This time two girls from volleyball double teamed her.  One was Luis’ roommate, Ally.  On recognizing Amy, Ally let loose with what can only be described as a shriek of delight as she launched herself at Amy.  Hooking an arm across Amy’s chest, she attempted to spill her from her seat. The other mounted girl added a flat handed push on Amy’s sternum.  Luis, however, was not to be separated so easily from his rider.  He quickly back pedaled in the direction of Amy’s potential fall, staying under her and staving off disaster.  Since their mounts didn’t follow, the two attackers were left empty handed.

Restabilized, Luis perceived that Ally’s ally had been carried away from her by the swirl of combat.  With a “let’s get’er” he charged frontally at the solitary foe who leaned forward grinning. 

Luis deflected his charge at the last second to pass along side Ally’s mount.  Amy read his intention.  Timing her thrust carefully she slipped an arm under Ally’s extended limbs and used them to leverage her backward as Luis carried her past.  Taking back her arm too quickly for her target to grasp, left the other girl bent over and tumbling backward.

Her mount was Serge, one of the Freshman volleyball hopefuls.  He tried to prevent her fall by backing up, but lost his footing and wound up toppling on his back as well.  Amy winced as they crashed to the ground but it was quickly apparent that they were unhurt.

Luis was also reassured because he quickly turned back to the fray with a triumphal bray.  Amy was beginning to wonder at his persistent ferocity.  That thought vanished, however, as he lumbered into another engagement.  Crystal and Rick were dead in his sights.  She galvanized her attitude for the ultimate test. 

The rain had stopped.  Some luminescence lingered in the distant clouds as they broke up, providing a backdrop for her objective.  Crystal did not see her approach until it was too late.  Setting herself firmly on Luis’s shoulders, Amy swept an arm across her rival’s chest and simply lifted her off her mount.  She heard the other girl’s gasp of surprise as she found only free air under her legs.  Luis faltered for a moment under the added load before Amy let Crystal slip from her one arm embrace and tumble to the ground.

Amy didn’t look back as Luis surged on.  A mix of emotions quickly assailed her.  They included grim satisfaction at having successfully assaulted her rival along with a brooding guilt at having been reduced to striking out in vindictiveness.  She wasn’t sure how she could face Crystal when they met again.  However, fending off a lunge by another girl squelched those thoughts for the moment.

The combat had virtually subsided by the time they had passed through the remaining vertical couples and turned to survey the scene.  Some were picking themselves up, others lounged on the ground.  Non-participants were turning away from the spectacle engaged in conversation or other more intimate interaction.

Amy sensed that Luis was spent.

“How about if I get down?” she suggested.

In a matter of seconds, she was on her feet, having stepped off him as he squatted.  She joined him on her knees.  They were both breathing heavily.

“That … that was fun,” she panted.

He knelt up straight.  His cock wasn’t quite rigid, but it was definitely alert. 

“You were amazing,” he gasped back.

His intense look sent her a signal.  She took his cock in her hand and returned his gaze.

“I can amaze you some more,” she replied quietly. 

They were silent except for their heavy breathing as she stroked his cock.  When the moment felt right, she worked her legs out from under her and lay back on the wet ground.  He leaned forward to finger her cunt.  She let him continue for a few moments before she pulled him toward her.

They coupled with unhurried familiarity.  She had been expecting this since she first swung her leg over his shoulder.  In effect she was consenting to sex by accepting the ride.  The vigorous activity of the horse-and-rider competition was just a slightly different form of foreplay.

Raising her legs, she wriggled her hips to get him comfortably seated inside her.  He seemed satisfied with the fit and began stroking.  She set her cunt muscles on her invader and found a harmonious rhythm with him.  By the early vigor of his assault she knew this wouldn’t be a prolonged fuck. 

When he hitched and plunged into her, it occurred with a slow deliberateness.  Her vagina milked him while he gasped out his climax.  She used her legs and arms to pull him down on her as he relaxed.

As she listened to his breathing returning to normal she began to drowse.  She was quite tired from her exertions and the sex had relaxed her nicely.

“Did you use him all up?”

Amy’s eyes opened reluctantly.  There was naked Ally standing over her.  Amy registered the just-fucked condition of the girl’s cunt before the latter knelt down beside the recumbent couple. 

Luis raised his head with difficulty and looked at his roommate.

“Last time I saw you, you were flat on your back.”

“Yeah, thanks to you and your hellcat,” she snapped back with mock annoyance.  “Turns out, though, it was time for my horse to take a ride on me, so it was all good.”  She smiled serenely.  “Seems like every activity here ends in a fuck.”

“Either that or every activity is just an interruption of the fucking,” Amy mused.

Luis snorted his amusement as he heaved himself off Amy.  He paused before departing the space between her legs and lowered his face for a tongue touch.

“Great as usual,” he murmured with a small smile.

In a moment he was on his feet.  In another, he had pulled Amy vertical also.  Ally slipped an arm through his.

“I’m sure the back of your neck smells like pussy,” the lithe girl said.  “Let’s get you cleaned up, or I’ll be smelling Amy all night.”

Luis covered her hand on his bicep with his.  He looked at his roommate before they both turned back to Amy to take their leave.  She watched them leave bumping each other with their hips and thighs as they gazed at each other.  It was a sweet scene.

Speaking of cleaning up … She was suddenly aware of her own bedraggled and well-fucked state.  A little freshening couldn’t hurt her a bit.

The group was largely dissipating when she turned toward the building, joining the mini-exodus from the wet lawn.  She was disconsolately fingering the ends of her saturated locks on the escalator to the third floor when she found Scott at her side.

“Need some help in the hyg?” he asked shyly.

She was more than a little happy to see him.  Her concern about her appearance notwithstanding, she smiled out her pleasure.

“I think I need a complete overhaul,” she admitted.  “Do you do salvage jobs?”

“My specialty,” he grinned back.

The warm shower helped immensely.  Being washed by a boy with a very sensitive touch was a bonus.  She had to coach him through the hair washing, however.  He was pretty much clueless about that.  Scott responded well to her ministrations, judging from the altitude of his cock by the time they were done.

They met Mika as they dried and groomed.  She was in a very upbeat mood, confiding that Mr. Butler had done more than dance with her.  She inquired if Scott had provided Amy with satisfactory service.  Amy glanced at Scott before replying.

“Truth is, I haven’t been able to get this boy’s cock in me all week.”

Mika seemed incredulous.  She looked from one to the other as though suspecting that she was the victim of a joke.  Finally, she addressed her roommate.

“What’s the matter with this girl’s pussy?”

Scott sniggered at the unexpected question.

“Nothing that I know of.  Matter of fact, I hear it’s above average.”  He glanced sidelong at Amy as he spoke.

“… and you seem to like each other, so …” his roommate prompted.

“… the opportunity just hasn’t developed.”  A smiling shrug accompanied the reply.

“I’m gonna go with you’re over-thinking this,” Mika frowned.  Her glance went pointedly to his now flaccid cock.  “You look like you’re not going to be much use to anybody right now.  Wanna go to bed?”

Scott made a show of touching tongues with Amy before following Mika.

Marvin was stretched out on the bed watching some vid.  He rolled over on his side and watched Amy take a place next to him.

“Did you have a good night?” he asked.

“So far, I have.”

She was sure her smile was enigmatic.

“So, what’s next?”

She moved toward him.  He rolled over on his back in response to her touch.  Her head found a resting place in the hollow of his shoulder as she draped a leg over his.  His cock was touching her thigh.

“Dunno,” she murmured.  “Let me think about it.”

TO BE CONTINUED …