~Subject: Alan's Sister (MF, MMF, FF, teen, group, college etc)
~From: mercutio@expert.cc.purdue.edu (Operaman)
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   I hope you know the difference between fantasy and reality....
and which this is.  (official list: M/f, M/f/M, F/f, group, anal,
very light B&D, group, teen, college, etc.)

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                           Alan's Sister
                                 or
            How I Pissed Off the Guy Down the Hall.

                          
Chapter 1: Amanda

   

   I suppose it all began about two months ago, when we were
leaving to go home for winterbreak. I was sitting with Ed and Alan
in Alan's room, watching as Alan read his Email for the last time
that.

   There was a knock at the door, and Alan's parents entered. "Are
you ready to go, son?" "Not yet. Gotta finish checking my mail."

   That's when we saw her. Her being Alan's younger sister Amanda,
we  being Ed and myself. She didn't look too much younger than
Alan, perhaps  fourteen or fifteen years old, with straight
brownish hair cut short, the thin  build apparently common to
members of Alan's family -- her hips, covered by  tight jeans, just
beginning to spread to a womanly shape, while her chest  remained
hidden within her overlarge coat. Her face remarkable, what really 
drew me to her.

   She had high cheekbones, and thick lips, skin flawless without
a hint of makeup, and large, dark-brown eyes.

   I turned to Ed, "Alan has a sister? I didn't know
that...(whispered) she's kinda cute."

   "Ya' know, it's been 'bout a year since I've seen her...what's
her name...uhhh..." Furrows of concentration formed on Ed's
prematurely  balding forehead.

   "Hi. I'm Amanda. I'm Alan'sembarassmen...I mean sister." She
extended her snow-white hand.

   Not being a moron, I shook it. Briefly, the thought of kissing
it flashed across my mind, but I quickly squelched the idea.

   "I'm Speechless. But these idiots keep calling me Sam, for some
reason."

   She giggled. It was like music. Birds singing and everything.
The whole bit. However, since this sort of thing occurs with me on
an almost daily basis, I paid it no special heed.

   "Hi Ed," she continued "it's nice to see you again." At this,
she smiled, forming two endearing dimples on her rose hued cheeks,
displaying two rows of perfect teeth.

   "Uhh...yeah. You too, You sure have done an awful lot of
growing... last time I saw you, weren't you only, like, five-feet
tall"?

   "Yup, but I've done a LOT of growing up since then! Wanna see"?
As Alan commenced his packing rituals, Ed and I nodded our heads
vigorously. She unzipped her coat, revealing a thin, white Mickey
Mouse shirt, and, clearly visible to both of us, a black bra
encasing two large (for a fourteen year old, anyway...medium,
really), perfectly formed breasts.

   "I think I'm in love." Ed and I spoke in unison. Perhaps not to
each other.

   "You know, I REALLY need a woman." I managed to stammer as she
zipped up her coat again.

   "Sorry I can't help you, Speechless." She smiled again.
"Well...maybe we'll see each other next year..." I said,
brightening even as I said it.

   "Maybe. I Gotta go. G'bye." Alan ushered us back out into the
hall, locking his door behind him. "You guys know that that was my
SISTER you were talking to, right?"

   'Yup. She's cute" "Yughhh!" Alan made a face, "MY sister?
Amanda, right? There wasn't a girl in there that I didn't see, was
there?"

   "Only the inflatable one that your parents didn't see... Nope,
we mean

   YOUR sister. She's pretty hot." Then Ed spoke: "Yeah... I could
live

   with one of those..." "She's only fourteen! You guys are sick!
I'm

   leaving." Just then the elevator pulled up. We helped Alan push
his cart of laundry and computer equipment on board.

   "I'm leaving now, you perverts!" The doors closed. Alan was
gone. "Hey

   Ed - are we perverts?" "Uhh...yeah. I think we're perverts.
Why... got a problem with perverts?"

   "Not me, how 'bout you?" "None at all."

   

    Chapter Two: A Second Meeting

    Winterbreak was fairly uneventful, I suppose. I really didn't
think much at all about Alan or his sister until I checked my Email
on Christmas eve. Mostly the normal things... mailing list crap,
responses to flames, and messages from friends, telling me that
they were leaving and would not check their mail for some time...
the usual stuff. However, there WAS a message from Alan, someone I
knew to be just as compulsive as I in reading and responding to
mail. I knew that this, at least, would be read and answered within
a few days.

   The message went something like this:

   >Alright, you sicko, I just wanted to let you know that I'm
coming back >on the 4th. You'd better be back, too. > >And my
sister wishes you a merry Christmas, and says she hopes you'll
>find a woman under your tree this year. Idiot. >Fucko. >Alan.

    Although I'm an atheist, the sentiment warmed my heart, amongst
other things, as I remembered the flashing incident two-weeks past.
I quickly made my replies, then scurried off to the bathroom...

    Of course I was back to the dorm on the Fourth. Nice and early,
before the place even opened for the few returning students that
normally come back that soon. I beat Alan back by a good two hours,
anxiously awaiting his (and hopefully his sister's) return.

    Unfortunately, I didn't immediately notice their return, having
just realized that I had forgotten the power cord for my PC.
However, the knock at my door was enough to rouse me from my
grouchy repose.

   "What the hell do you want?!" "It's Alan, you fucko! Open up!"
"What's

   the password?" "Your Mom! I'm coming in, dumbass." A few moments
later, I was back down in Alan's room, helping in his traditional
unpacking method of throwing everything into his closet, and
shoving everything that didn't fit in his closet into his desk or
dresser. Amanda was there, and occupied the vast majority of my
attention, in her baggy white coat and tight Levi's.

   Alan's parents came into the room. "Alan, do you need anything
for your room?"

   "Yeah. I need Cokes. And shampoo. And I need floppy disks."
"Alright.

   Where do we have to go to get all of that?" "Well, there's a
Wal-Mart

   down by the interstate..." "OK. We'll stop and get something to
eat

   then, too. Let's go." "Mom, I just got something all over me...I
think

   it's ink." And it was. The printer cartridge for Alan's printer
had somehow burst, covKimg Amanda completely with ink. "Well, you'd
better stay here and clean up. We can't have you in the new car
that way."

   My heart stopped beating at those words. Why, she'd probably...

   "You're gonna need a shower." YES YES YES "Alan, where the hell
are your towels? Give your sister a towel. And soap. And shampoo."

   "I'm out of shampoo. That's why we're going to the store..."
"I've got

   plenty of shampoo. She can use mine." I said. "Alright. That's
real nice o' you, Sam. Honey, we'll be back in a coupla hour or
thereabouts."

   I went back to my room, in search of my suddenly all-important
"OK Dad." bottle of Selsun Blue. After a moment of tearing the room
apart, I found it. Under my PC's power cord, no less.

   I loped down the hall with a quickness born of a man that wants
to see a naked teenager. Since I live in a dorm, I knew very well
that there was VERY little privacy in the open bathrooms. I could
hear water running in only one shower stall. Of course, that made
sense, since we were the only people on the entire floor.

   I scampered over to her stall, noting the white panties at the
top of her heap of clothes.

   "I brought you some shampoo..." "Great. Hand it over." The
shower curtain opened partway, and a grasping hand emerged. "Gimme.
Thanks.", she said as I put the bottle in her hand, catching a
glimpse of smiling lips and pubescent breast as she closed the
curtain once more.

   "Can you stay and watch... to make sure nobody shows up for a
little peep show?"

   "You mean like the one you gave me just now?" (with sarcasm)
"Whoops"

   "And what did that mean?" "It's just your little reward for
giving me some shampoo. I hope you liked it." "Yeah. It was great!"
I said, blushing and suddenly very conscious of myself. I turned my
back, shaking my head and wondKimg why, if I had spent nineteen
years waiting for something like this, I was so embarrassed by it
now.

   But Amanda continued, "So how was break? Did Santa leave you the
woman you needed so badly?"

   I was about to respond that Santa hadn't left me anything for
over 10 years when I felt two warm, wet hands grab my shoulders.

   "I guess not." I felt her pull me into the shower. I suppose
that, if I were a little more uninhibited, I probably would've gone
willingly about five minutes before. However, in real life,
there're things like harassment lawsuits, not to mention statutory
rape. These facts kept me from leaping in with her right away...but
now...

   The warm water quickly soaked me as she removed my clothes-
starting with my jeans. I watched, stunned, and looked at her wet
nakedness. I beheld full, womanly nudity for the first time in my
life. Curves previously viewed only in my Playboys were readily
visible now, as she tugged off my pants, leaving me a no-doubt
foolish sight, in my Hanes and T-shirt, mouth agape. She then
wrapped her arms about my neck and kissed me deeply. In an instant,
I felt her tongue probing my lips, then darting past, on to my
mouth. Much to my surprise, she moved my left arm to her breast. I
was in heaven.

   Slowly, I began to move against her, my hands steadily roaming
over her beautiful, slender young frame, to her cheeks, her neck,
her shoulders, her back, her ass... I broke from our passionate
embrace, knowing then the object of my desire. I ran my hands over
her once more as I slid onto my knees, kissing my way ever
downward, lovingly licking each erect nipple, stopping for a
French-kiss at her belly-button, and then, down to her
nether-regions, I found it bare, save for a quarter-inch wide strip
atop her pubis.

   For most men who dream of lovemaking, their first sexual act is
simple intercourse. Fucking, I guess. Not me. I wanted the taste of
a woman on my tongue, the smell of arousal to be the air that I
breathe.

   So the fact that I wanted to be on my knees, practically
drowning is steaming-hot water as it streamed over our bodies
should come as less than a shock...

   I began by kissing her pubic hair, tasting the slightly salty
tang of her. Then down, once more, to her center, her womanhood,
where I buried my face, first taking a breath of arousal's musky
aroma, then kissing the lips of her opening. She moaned as I
tongued her, occasionally instructing me in better pleasing her,
her hands first running through my short hair, then grasping and
pushing me further in to her being. After an eternity of my
ministrations, her moans began to intensify to screams of pleasure,
and I knew that I had fulfilled her. Yet, I continued, enjoying the
taste, the smell, the fleshy warmth until, yet again, she cried
out. This time, she pulled me away from her. I kissed her again.
She didn't seem to mind the taste, rather, she seemed to revel in
it, kissing me more deeply than she had kissed me before.

   She drew back and spoke: "Now, what would you like your woman to
do for you?". She pushed my underwear down as she said it. "How
about..."

   She then proceeded to rub her hands over my erect cock. Only a
moment stimulation brought me to release, a huge load of sperm
shooting onto her belly and into her hands. She immediately scooped
up all the cum that wasn't washed away by the jet of water; both of
her tiny hands full with white jizz, and brought it to her lips,
licking daintily. Any chance of my losing my erection died at that
sight. She eagerly licked up all she could find, even a fingerful
she spotted on the wall next to her, which she brought to her lips
and, in the most erotic I've ever seen, licked the entire length
of. Her next statement nearly stopped my overworked heart. All she
said was "More".

   Toweling off became a very interesting proposal afterward, since
there was only one towel between the two of us. However, we made
do, playfully drying each other, touching each other, fondling each
other...

   My clothes were, to say the least, soaked, so I found a return
to my room in order. Amanda followed me, nude, with the towel
wrapped about her head, clothes in hand. Upon reaching our
destination, I discovered that I had left the window in my room
open, because of the sauna-like dormitory heat. Being wet only
heightened the chill of the room. It was cold!

   I watched in wonder as Amanda's naked form climbed up my loft,
where a half-dozen thick, warm blankets could be found, marveling
at her grace. She wrapped herself up in my comforter as I moved to
close my window, still dripping from our moments-passed experience.
I then grabbed a towel of my own, and climbed up to my bed, where
I found my seductress stretched and under cover, making noises not
unlike the purring of a cat.

   "Let me," she said as I began to dry myself, "please". She took
the towel from my hands and began to gently rub it over my body.
First my back, then my chest, over my arms, my hair. She stopped
momentarily.

   "I'm a little wet still, too." she said. She resumed her
procedure by rubbing the towel over my face, which I found to be
pleasantly soaked with the smell of herself, her sex.

   "Are you sure that was only a little wet?" "Nope, that was VERY
wet..." She moved the towel downward, toward my turgid organ,
making ever broadening circles about my chest and belly, until she
at last reached my crotch.

   I turned toward her, pulling off the blankets that covered her
firm young form. She lay naked on her side, using the thick towel
to caress me, totally beautiful. I took in the whole of her for the
first time. The gentle curve of her hip, her slender waist, two
tiny feet, and her twinkling eyes, alight with an undeniable spark
of lust.

    For my part, I took the other end of the damp towel, and began
to reciprocate her caress. I began at her nipples, applying light
pressure to each, then pulling them slightly from within the
terrycloth. Soon her nipples began to lengthen and harden. I then
began to cup and massage each of her breast. First one, then the
other.

   She kissed me again. More tenderly than passionately, slower and
softer, My hands moved from beneath the towel to encircle her
waist,  then up, tracing each rib, cupping her lovely breasts,
sliding one hand to her shoulder, then to the towel that covered
her hair. With the other hand, I drew her close to me, pulling her
on top of me.

   She smiled as she brought herself against me, my cock pressed
against the wet folds of a woman for the first time. "Is this your
first time?" she whispered. I could only nod. "Alright. I'll try to
make this special..." her voice trailed off to nothing then, as our
hands continued to explore our bodies. I pressed her tightly to me,
stroking her back and thighs, but I found that I could not bring
myself to make the thrust that would begin lovemaking in earnest.
So I contented myself with kissing her perfect lips and feeling my
dick rub against her.

   Penetration came as something of a surprise, I think. She was
moaning as I fingered her, while she was playfully pinching one of
my nipples. Suddenly, she sat up and guided me into her, all in one
fluid motion. Her face is what I remember most clearly - her
glowing, pale skin, surrounded by short ringlets of damp, black
hair, mouth open wide, while her smiling eyes spoke the joy and the
passion of the action.

   We fucked slowly, the first time. I was more than willing to let
her control my experience (after all, she had probably done this
before.) So I let her guide me, teach me. Occasionally, she would
moan some instruction to me, or sometimes guide me with her hands.
She spent most of her time on top, and liked me to stimulate her
manually, while she fondled my body (actually, liking to fondle was
definitely a mutual activity).

   I really don't know how long we made love. It seemed at the time
like it was forever. I think she got off first - it's hard to be
sure. There was a great deal of moaning, and grunting.
Occasionally, she would tickle me, or I her, causing a brief peal
of laughter.

   Sometimes she would whisper something in my ear. I never really
understood what she said, then, being too caught up in the fact
that *I* was making love with a desirable female, and, despite my
friends' predictions, it didn't involve the exchange of money.

   After a time, perhaps it was forever, I felt the surge of
something not far from pain fill myself. I began to come. She
must've felt it, too, but merely continued to meet my quickening
thrusts. I felt wave after wave of pleasure sweep through me,
running from the top of my spine through to the end of my penis, as
spurt after spurt of my semen squirted into her hot, tight, wet
pussy. Yet even after I finished, I continued to thrust, slowing
the pace, rather than coming to an abrupt stop. I thought it would
be better that way.

   "I have to go... my parents'll be back any minute. Here: you
keep these. Think of them as a momento of your first time." She
handed me her white cotton panties as she climbed down from my loft
(She wore Calvin Klein brand). I watched as she pulled on her
Levi's and ink-stained sweatshirt. She climbed back up momentarily
to kiss me, then darted out the door.

    As it turned out, she left just in time. She later told me that
her parents arrived back less than five minutes after she was out
my door.

   For my part, I simply climbed out of my loft, went to the
stereo, put in my "Three Tenors" CD, and returned to bed, to bask
in the afterglow of my first sexual experience, as Luciano
Pavarotti sang "Nessun Dorma" on infinite repeat...

   

   

   Chapter 3: The Aftermath

    Alan came down to my room a few minutes later. Fortunately,
Amanda had locked it on the way out. I don't think I could've stood
to be around him, since I knew that I'd tell him what had happened,
and if I did, I'd never get to see Amanda again. So I just ignored
his pounding, and fell asleep.

   When I woke up, the first thing I saw was that the pile of junk
stacked near the closet on the far side of the room had grown, the
hallmark of Ed's return. I sat up, and noticed that I had been
sleeping with Amanda's panties clutched in my left hand, up against
my face. I noticed Ed, too, under my loft, who had apparently taken
the liberty of turning off my stereo and plugging in my computer.
He was playing Doom, of course.

   "Ed!", I said, in our traditional greeting. "Sam!" came the

   near-liturgical response. "Good Break?" "It was OK, I think.
Coulda been better, I suppose... the first day back was the best
part, really."

   "Uhhhm... yeah. I generally find that getting back to school...
and the net feed... is the best thing... however, your, uhhhm,
computer wasn't even plugged in... it took me a couple of minutes
to figure... out that you had the power cord laying in your box of
bathroom stuff..."

   "Ed, this is better than that!" "Oh? Really? Uhmm... the only
thing better than computers is sex. You know... oh. Wait. You
don't. Scratch that..."

   (Ed really should be excused. He's a CS major, and they just
don't know any better...)

   "Well, Ed, I beg to differ. Remember Amanda?", I said, idly
gesturing with the wadded-up panties in my hand.

   "Alan's sister? Of course. Why? Did your hand have a uhhm...
close encounter of the masturbatory kind while you...uhhm thought
about her naked writhing body or something?"

   I began to unwad the panties. "Nope! Ed, I HAD Amanda's naked
body writhing beneath me yesterday!" I smiled. He laughed. I held
up the panties. He stopped laughing.

   "That looks...kinda like a pair of panties...Are those Calvin
Klein French Cut Panties?"

   "These're AMANDA's Calvin Klein French Cut Panties!" "Oh. Cool!
Congratulations!" Ed reached up and shook my hand. "So, like,
uhhm...how'd you manage to get 'em?"

   "Well, after we were done fucking, she sorta gave 'em to me,
'cuz she didn't wanna put 'em back on, I suppose..."

   "So you, like, got some? COOL! How'd it go? Was it good? Was she
good? Were you good? Do you maybe wanna share sometime?"

   I proceeded to relate my experience of the previous day to him.
Occasionally Ed would interrupt with an editorial comment like,
"Yeah. Chicks like that," or something similar. However, for the
most part, I did all the talking.

   After I finished, Ed continued his questioning, "So what're you
gonna do 'bout Alan and... uhhm seeing her again and stuff?"

   "Well, right now, I'm not sure. I don't know her real address.
I'm not real sure where Alan is from, and he may be suspicious
already. I guess I'm just gonna have to wait and see what Amanda
does... I mean, I know you're not gonna tell Alan what we did, and
*I'M* sure as hell not gonna tell him, so all we really need to do
is wait to see what happens."

   "Well, I guess, that...uhhm... that's about all you can do,
then, isn't it?"

   "Yup" I used a broken wire hanger and some string to make the
sacred panties into a "kinetic sculpture" (that's a fancy
expression meaning "mobile"), which I hung over my bed. Ed got a
few days' worth of jokes out of that, until I asked him when the
last time HE'd had sex was. That shut him up pretty quickly

    Since Ed and I both spent a great deal of time hanging around
with Alan, we both spent a great deal of time prodding him with
inquires about his younger sibling.

   "My sister is a pest. And you guys are sick fucks. Both of you.
Now, shut up. And give me floppy disks." - it became Alan's mantra.

   Working on Alan obviously didn't hold much promise. However,
about two weeks later, after classes began again, I got a letter.
From Amanda. With lipstick over my name on the envelope. Elation is
a good word to describe my feelings. So is erection.

   Dear Sam,

   

   I hope you loved what we did as much as I do. It took me

   forever to find Alan's address, but I did! I just had to tell
you, I

   figured out how I can come back and see you and Ed again! One of
my

   friends, Rachel, is coming down to see her boyfriend next
weekend. And

   ever other weekend! She said she'll let me come along, as long
as I

   help pay for gas! Isn't it great? Now I can come for visits
every

   weekend! Be

   ready

   Kisses (and other things),

   

   

   

   Amanda

   

   The whole thing smelled like it had been spritzed with the
inside of a Cosmopolitan. I'm still not sure what kind of perfume
it is, but until I associated it with her, I couldn't stand it...

   It's fairly safe to say that the promise an entire weekend with
Amanda dominated my thoughts for the remainder of the week. Not
even a thought of how to keep Alan from finding out, but lots of
thoughts about Amanda. Sex'll do that to a guy.

    Chapter 4: Birds Do It, Bees Do It...

    Amanda was dropped off sometime Friday afternoon. I couldn't be
there for her reception, since I had an attendence-required class.
I guess Ed must've taken her up to our room.

   When I got back from class, I found Ed in his usual spot:
sitting in front of my computer, playing Doom. Amanda was on my
loft, leaning down to see Ed and my monitor, her hair, somewhat
ridiculously, hanging straight down over her face. They were making
small-talk as I walked in.

   "....so, um, like... can I watch..." was the first thing I
heard. Typical Ed stuff.

   "Sure!", She said with a smile in her voice. "Hi there!", she
said, upon noticing my return over the deafening booms and roars of
Ed's computer game. She gracefully hopped off the top of my loft
and bounded over to me. I closed the door as her enthusiastic kiss
of greeting smashed me up against it (not an entirely unpleasant
situation, mind you...). I scooped her up and carried her over to
Ed's bed, where I dropped her.

   "Brute", she pouted, and made a face, "I guess that, since you
don't want me anymore, I'll just have to give myself to Ed..."

    "OK!" came Ed's enthusiastic assent. "Ed, take me NOW!!!" She
did her

   best lust-crazed porno-starlet voice. It was very convincing.
She must've had lots of practice.

   Ed started to get up. I was impressed. Not even the threat of
Nuclear Holocaust can normally drag Ed from my computer. On the
other hand, as Ed put it "the only thing better than computers is
sex...", and seeing a nubile young brunette in a short, loose skirt
and equally loose top was probably doing just as much for him as it
was for me.

   "Now wait JUST a second..." I said, moving between Ed and his
supposed quarry, "You weren't seriously planning on letting Ed
watch, were you?"

   "Don' try to be a Neanderthal. It doesn't suit you,
lovie......if you don't, Ed'll have to sleep someplace else. my
brother would wonder about that..."

   Good logic. Hard to argue with. Not that I was exactly
comfortable with the idea. "I see your point. Now, what're gonna do
about food. And bathroom-time?"

   Ed interjected: "Well, I guess we COULD send her...uhhm... down
the stairs, and over to one of the girls' dorms...but Alan would
think it....odd if we didn't eat with him at least a couple times
this weekend...and there's always the problem of sneaking her back
IN."

   "Don't you guys have money? Can't we just order food?" "NO" our
reply

   was in unison.

    Clearly, there wasn't a lot of planning in this venture. "Well,
I

   guess I'll just have to live on come!" She smiled. My heart and
my pants leapt. "And we can cross the bathroom problem when we come
to it."

   With that, she hit me with a pillow. Playing along, I fell onto
the bed and commenced tickling her. Her assault quickly broke into
peals of laughter as my fingers found the places she was most
sensitive: her tummy, her feet, her underarm. Soon, my attack left
her panting. "Stop before I wet my pants!"

    We spent the next few hours talking, something Amanda and I had
never really done. It was the usual small-talk, at first. Amanda
was a good student, and on her school's gymnastics and swimming
teams. She was turning fifteen in a month. She liked to read,
especially Anne Rice novels. She played clarinet, and was also in
her high school's band. Her favorite color was purple. She really
liked the movie "Speed". As she put it, "Keanu Reeves has a nice
ass."

   For my part, she didn't seem to object to my choice of music
(Classical and Opera), saying that "I've never really listened to
it before", or my absensce of religion, which is something I had
expected to bother her, or even the stacks of Playboys that can be
found in numerous places in my room. I guess I could say that I was
surprised that, after speaking to me for awhile, she still wanted
to be with me.

   After a time, the topic of discussion turned to sex. My
contribution to the dialogue could be adequately summed up by
saying "You're it.", while Ed merely related his experiences to
both of us. Amanda's portion of the conversation was by far the
most interesting, and she did the vast majority of the talking.

   "It's a pretty safe bet then, that I've had twice as much sex as
both of you... I had my first time almost three years ago, I think.
I was in the sixth grade. The guy was an eighth-grader. We rode the
bus together, and I had a crush on him for almost a year by then.
Anyway, about that time, I was just starting to get (motioning
downward) these, and I was rather proud of them. After all, none of
my friends had tits yet. Even some of the seventh and eighth grade
girls didn't have 'em that big.

   So I knew what I had. And what I wanted: Him. It really didn't
take me very long to get him, either. I just sat by him on the bus
a few times and mashed my chest into his arm, really. I suppose he
picked up on that right away, because, less than a week after I
started, he had invited my to his house. That day, I told my mom
that I was going over to a friend's house, which made things
easier. Anyway, to make a long story short, we spent a couple hours
touching each other. I remember that Tod - that was his name, Tod,
squeezed my chest so hard he left bruises, and that he wasn't much
interested in anything besides my tits. Like, anyway, he didn't
seem to be interested in actual fucking, but when I put my mouth on
his dick, he got REAL excited. It didn't take me very long to make
him come. At first I thought I had hurt him, with all the noise he
was making. Turns out, he had never had an orgasm before. I thought
that was funny. After all, I had been "touching myself" for, like,
YEARS by that time. Guess I just thought everybody was that,
umm...precocious.

   "Another funny thing about Tod: He never kissed me. I didn't
think about THAT, either, when we were going about our thing
together. You'd think that most people would get, like, a first
kiss before a first blowjob...not me." She laughed, while Ed and I
just sat in silence.

   "But, like I was saying, Tod never talked to me after that. He
moved away the next summer. "My next fling was the summer of my
seventh-year. With my best friend's older brother. He might've been
fourteen or fifteen - the same age I am now. I remember, like,
really well, he had got gotten completely crushed by the first girl
he'd ever tried to ask out. I was spending the night, so I was
there... he was just CRYING. I felt really bad for him. Really bad.
So I went over sat next to him on the couch. I put my hands on my
knees in front of him, stuck out my chest, and said "Well, I'LL be
your girlfriend." He, like, told me that I was really sweet and
stuff for saying that, but that he kinda wanted somebody his own
age. But, uhhm, later that night, he came down to the basement,
where we were, you know, sleeping, and woke me up. He asked me if
I meant what I had said, and if I knew what boyfriends and
girlfriends do. I don't think he expected me to say yes, but I did.
I was pretty sure I knew what he wanted, and I let him do it. We
went upstairs together, and he took my cherry right on his bed. It
hurt like hell, and for a minute I thought I was gonna scream, but
I didn't. It turned out pretty good, for a first time, once I got
used to the feeling. It's something I can't explain - getting
screwed, that is, it's a fullness, I guess. Maybe you have to be a
girl to get it.

   "I went back to Scott every chance we had together, about twice
a month, until he got another girlfriend. Turns out, it was, like,
the same chick that'd turned him down the first time. But in the
three or four months we were, uhhm... doing it, we learned a lot
from each other. I think I was HIS first time, too, but he never
said it. Scott, like, never kissed me, either.At least, like, not
like the kinds of kisses you should give somebody when you're doin'
what we were doin'. More like the kinds of kisses you give to
somebody you're related to. Just, like, quick pecks on the lips and
cheeks, never any tongue. No hickeys or anything.

   "Well, I dunno if I should tell you guys this next part...it's
like, kinda weird. Oh well, you'll probably like this part better
than the rest anyway. OK, so like, my first kiss... this is
weird... well, anyway...my best friend, Scott's sister, her name's
Melissa, but anyway, she like, figured out what Scott and I were
doing a couple weeks before we stopped, like, doing it. So, she
like, told me that, unless I did what she said, she'd like, tell
Mom n' Dad. So, anyway, that got me in line really quick. I mean,
I just thought she wanted me to do some of her homework or
something. But she didn't.Nope. See, most of the girls at school
always thought Melissa was a little weird. Nothing major, she was,
like, still pretty popular and stuff, but she had turned down a
couple of HIGH SCHOOL guys that had asked her out.You guys can see
where this is heading, can't you? Yup. Melissa was gay.

   "Or, at least, she thought she was. She told me that she wasn't
real sure. Men just didn't seem very interesting. ME...er *I* on
the other hand... *I* was very interesting. She was pretty
reasonable in her demands, I guess. All she wanted me to do was
kiss her. Weird, huh? I mean a real kiss, like a serious kiss.
Well, we did it. She asked me if I liked it. I told her I wasn't
sure. So we did it again. I still wasn't sure. I mean really, I
was, but like, doing it with a GIRL and liking it felt pretty
funny. So I just said I wasn't sure. Well, by the time I WAS sure,
Melissa and I were rolling on the floor, an' I was a good ten feet
away from most of my clothes, with my hands pushed up under her
sweater and bra. Yeah, I was sure. I was sure I liked it..."

   "So you're bi, right?" I think I said it first. "Well, I kinda
think of myself as somebody that just likes sex, really. I mean, a
tongue is a tongue is a tongue, right? Besides, I'm not done yet."

    Ed and I shifted uncomfortably in our seats. "Well, I've been
doing

   it with Melissa ever since. We've done it everywhere... from
fingKimg each other on the schoolbus to eating each other in the
showers after PE. I can't complain, except that I can't get her to
try, you know, dick."

   "I've done a couple other guys on the side. They've all been
quiet, older guys... I've probably been the first time for every
guy I've ever done. Maybe I'm just a slut." She brightened at the
thought.

   Then Ed asked if there was anything Amanda HADN'T done. "Well,
I've never had more than one person at a time. Never took a cock in
my ass. I've never, like fucked an animal. No whips and chains No
spanking. No pissing. No raping. No incest. And, I've like, never
done anybody younger than I am... oh, and I've never had anybody
over 21."

   "Well, I guess that covers just about everything, then, doesn't
it. I mean, it sounds like you've had a pretty decent course of
normal sex.", I said.

   "I didn't say I wasn't willing to TRY those things. Whips and
chains might be fun. Group and anal, well, who knows... the night
is still young."

   "YOU," I said, "are NYMPHO". "And we like it!" added Ed. "Good.
So

   like, where do you guys wanna start?"

   Despite Ed's words, I really wasn't sure if I did like it. I was
a little perturbed that she wanted Ed involved, too. On the other
hand (no pun intended) having no other sexual outlets is a powerful
persuading factor. Besides, it could be fun.

   Less than ten seconds later we were digging through the mess of
miscellaneous stuff that makes up Ed's half of our room. Books,
clothes, three-year old newspapers, toiletries, small electrical
devices, Ed's razor ("I thought I'd lost that YEARS ago!" he
exclaimed), and probably the ancestral homes of a few dozen
different species of vermin make up what Ed calls his "closet" and
what everyone else calls a trash heap. The object of our search was
nowhere to be found - a number of garish ties that Ed
affectionately refers to as his "bondage devices".

   After a few minutes of careful searching, Ed rediscovered the
ties. Or, to be more precise, a half-dozen masterpieces of
tastelessness, each chosen, apparently, on the basis of their
colors clashing with everything in existance, especially each
other.

   While Ed began to tie Amanda up, I decided to select some music
befitting our venture. I chuckled as I loaded "A Night on Bald
Mountain" into the CD changer. Orff's "Carmina Burana" was next.
The changing tempos in Holst's "The Planets" might make things very
interesting, so that went in as well. After that came a couple of
CDs filled with slow, romantic music, like Barber's "Adagio for
Strings" and Satie's "Gymnopedies". Of course, the last CD was
"Three Tenors"...

   Amanda was a very pleasing sight when Ed was finished. Since his
bed had no place to tie the "bondage devices", Ed merely tied her
arms together above her head around a pillow. Similarly, since
there was no place Ed could bind her legs, he had improvised by
knotting several ties together and securing her with the entire
length. It wasn't much as bondage went, but then, it's not the sort
of thing most people prepare for on a daily basis, either...at any
rate, because her arms were tied over just so, her chest jutted out
proudly, while her legs were spread in invitation. She was smiling.

   "Gee guys, three things off the checklist, all at ONCE! What
more could a girl ask for?!"

   "How about another girl..." came Ed's reply. "Do you know any
that'd

   like, want to?" "Well, I don't, but Sam might. After all, he
seems to know a lot more people around here than I do..."

   

    Chapter 4: Makin' Whoopee

    As it turned out, I did know several girls I would just LOVE to
see as part of our little group. Unfortunately, they were all
straight.

   "Oh well. It can't hurt to ask..." was Amanda's reply after I
told her. I thought it might upset the mood of the moment if I
explained what "harassment" is, so I just let it go.

   "Ya' know..." said Ed, "I really should've, umm... taken her
clothes off before I tied her up like that. Prob'ly would've helped
out a lot..."

   "I was wondKimg about that..." "Can't you guys hurry up and DO

   SOMETHING?!" "Alright. She's wearing a skirt. That's no problem.
Easy to work around. We'll just shove her panties off to one side."

   "Why don't we...uhhm...just cut 'em off." "Those're pretty nice

   clothes. Do you want to ruin her nice clothes?" "For God's sake,
you two! This is supposed to be BONDAGE, dammit! I'm supposed to be
helplessly under your total control, forced to submit to your every
manly desire, and you're worried about my CLOTHES?! Just cut the
damn things off and fuck me!" I think Amanda was a little upset.

   Luckily, I had a pair of scissors. I'm not sure I could've
survived another search of Ed's side of the room. I handed them to
Ed, while I tore off her blouse. She seemed to like that. I spent
the next few moments getting reaquainted with Amanda's breasts -
still covered by a lacy black bra - in the normal ways: petting,
caressing, licking, sucking...

   To complete her bondage fantasy, we tied the remainder of her
skirt about her eyes as a makeshift blindfold. Not only that, but
in what I considered a marvelous touch, but I also shoved her damp
panties (these were Hanes for Women brand. French cut again. They
were blue this time) into her mouth to act as a gag. We could both
tell that she was really getting into the whole fantasy. She made
these incredibly erotic little whimpers and moans. Very arousing.
Especially when she started struggling against her bindings.

    Then came the moment of truth: could Ed and I do it? Ed went on
without hesitation, stripping off his pants and underwear, then his
shirt. It took me a bit longer to get naked, so Ed ended up getting
his choice of positions.

   I watched as Ed gently massaged her thighs, her shaven pussy.
His entrance into her was a quick, deft thrust, followed by a slow,
rhythmic pistoning of his hips. In the meantime, I moved to the
head of the bed, to my willing slut's mouth. I kissed her first,
then took the "gag" from her mouth, tossing it aside. She
immediately began to moan, throatily, to lick her pouted lips. I
lowered my cock to her lips. Her response was instantaneous; I felt
the hot wetness of her questing tongue as my manhood came within
it's reach. She licked it entire length, probing every fold and
crease between tip and base, taking my balls into her mouth, one at
a time, her lips taking every opportunity to bring my shaft into
the hot confines of her mouth.

   I teased her for several minutes, enjoying the sensation of her
tongue's caress. Finally, in a brief moment of rapture, she sucked
my manhood in. She introduced me to a new pleasure just then, the
blow job. At first I was afraid to let her take in all of me. Then
I remembered who I was dealing with (she had probably started
deep-throating cucumbers at age 10...), and began to slowly move my
hips as she took me in to the hilt. Soon, I was literally fucking
her mouth, just as Ed was pounding her cunt a foot or so away.

   It continued for hours that way. We switched positions dozens of
times, taking turns at her pussy, and her mouth (I even pushed her
ample breasts together and fucked THEM)...the variety of positions
was damn near infinite. There was never a time during the whole
evening that at least one of us DIDN'T have it up. I don't know how
many times I came, or Ed, but multiorgasmic doesn't even BEGIN to
describe Amanda... There was never any speaking, during the whole
time. Just sex. And music. The only reason I can even possibly be
aware of the amount of time that passed is that the music emanating
from my stereo stopped before we finished.

   However, eventually, our bodies betrayed us. Neither Ed nor I
could find the energy for another round with our nymphomaniac fuck
toy. So we untied her, and took off her "blindfold". Of course, the
first thing she did, after standing and stretching herself (a sight
to behold, I might add), was move her own hands to her pussy. She
sat back down on Ed's bed, where we were both sprawled, and settled
in between us. We just sat together for a time.I might've fallen
asleep for a while, but I'm not really sure. It was still dark when
Amanda spoke.

   "That was good...mmmm...very good...I think I need a shower
now..." The shower turned out not being much of a problem. Ed just
made sure nobody was coming, while I escorted her down to the
bathroom. The place was pretty much deserted, except for a short,
blonde guy worshipping the porcelain goddess at a stall on the far
end of the room. He had had far too much to drink to even lift his
head up from the stall. I led her to our shower stall of love, and
stood guard while she cleaned herself. I suppose it was a rush job
on her part, but nerves and boredom made the wait an eternity.

   She ran all the way back down to my room in the nude. I ran
after her, holding the towel she had dried herself with. Luckily,
the hall was deserted. When we got back to the room, we found Ed
laying on the floor, asleep. That was perfectly reasonable, since
his bed was probably a total loss (I know, I was sitting in part of
the wet spot for quite some time. Amanda certainly did. I'll bet
even Ed was in part of it...I'll also bet the laundry service had
a hell of a time with those sheets.). I climbed up into my loft,
and watched as Amanda primped at my mirror - brushing her teeth,
then brushing her hair. She looked gorgeous, even then.

   After she finished, she climbed up the loft and snuggled up next
to me. I pretended to be asleep, but she gave me a goodnight kiss
anyway. I just pondered the evening's events, replaying them over
and over, until exhaustion overcame me.

   

   Chapter 5:Saturday Morning...Cartoons? (or: Sam Gets a Woman)

    BANG! THuDthUDTHUD "Dammit! Open up you fuckos. I'm hungry.
FOOD! Ed, the Tick is on in half an hour. Why the hell aren't you
up yet? And why is your door locked? It's never locked! Dammit! Ed!
Get up." POUNDPOUNDthud.

   "And bring Sam's floppy disks!" Ah yes, Alan's Saturday morning
ritual. Going to bed after Ed and I, getting up early to pound on
our door, to herald the arrival of his favorite Saturday morning
cartoon. As usual, I ignored him. Also as usual, Ed didn't,
sleepily getting up off the floor, sloughing on a pair of pants and
a T-shirt, and opening the door.

   "Shhh," Ed whispered, "Sam got a woman, you dumbass. They're
sleeping." "Whoa! Lemme see! Did he let you watch? Why didn't
anybody tell me? I woulda, like, gotten food, or something."

   Alan started to rush into the room, but Ed managed to narrowly
avert disaster by shoving him back out into the hall. He shut and
locked the door behind him.

   As I was contemplating my need of a fresh pair of underwear, I
heard very distinctly, from the other end of the hallway, through
two dozen walls, the exclamations of Paul and Chris, two if the
other people Alan watches cartoons with...

   "WHO? GOT A WHAT? WHEN?" was Paul's reaction, the louder of the
two. So loud, in fact, that I was extremely surprised that Amanda
didn't wake up, too.

   The shouting didn't stop, but I ceased paying attention and went
back to sleep.

   When I woke up the second time, I was pleasantly reminded of the
fact that a girl had shared my bed, as I found that my cock was
back in her mouth. She was looking up at me as she bobbed up and
down on my throbbing erection (actually, it was really throbbing.
In fact, it kinda hurt. Overuse or something...). It was a
tremendous turn-on. I came less than a minute later.

   "It looked like it needed attention, so I thought I'd surprise
you", she said, dreamily, "anyway, I'm starving. What're we, like,
gonna do for food?"

   "I'll see if I can't find something." I climbed out of bed.
Amanda jumped down.

   "What time is it, anyway?" "According to Ed's alarm clock, it's
12:22, which means it's actually about 2:45 or so." "Oh. Good. Now,
where's my knapsack..." She found it laying at the top of a
particularly large pile of ERD (Ed Related Debris) on Ed's desk.
After a moment of digging about its contents, she came up with a
suitable outfit for the day - in this case, a incredibly short,
tight cutoff jeans, and an equally short red T-shirt, lifted by the
slope of her chest to expose her slender midriff.

   "Try not to ruin this one. I'm going to have a hard time
explaining that, you know, skirt to Mom."

   "What did you tell your parents, anyway? I'm not in trouble, am
I?" "Geez, quit worrying...I, like, told Mom and Dad that I was
going to a concert in Chicago with Melissa. Melissa really is at a
concert this weekend, and I'm sure that, like, her parents wouldn't
think it's weird if I went along."

   "Oh, OK, I guess. Just one more thing...what do you use for
birth control? Should I have..."

   POUNDPOunDThuD "Open the fucking door, Sammy! I wanna meet your
new babe!" It was Paul.

   "Yeah. Me too. And I want your floppy disks, too" And Alan.
"Sammy got a woman? Alllrright Sam!" That was Dick, my residence
counselor, who must've just overheard the overloud topic of the
day. I grimaced, considered the origin of the term "shit oneself",
and quickly took a seat at my computer, just as I heard the click
of Dickr's master key turning the lock of my door. I was dead for
sure, if by nothing else than sheer embarrassment.

   "Saaaaammmmyyy! Where ya' hidin' the mystery chick?" Dickr
kicked open the door, with Alan and Paul right behind, throwing
bits of torn tissue (toilet?) paper and the fringes of pages torn
from spiral-bound notebooks.

   "Fuck off, Dick, she left, like, half an hour ago. You guys
suck. Get out. I wanna get dressed..."

   "No way man, not until we have bestowed the gifts of manhood
upon you." Paul handed me a cigarette. "The first gift, sponsored
by Steve, your traditional post-coital smoke. Next," Paul handed me
a box of Sheiks, "the armor of the man of the nineties, sponsored
by _moi_, and finally," Paul smiled. Alan just kept throwing his
confetti. "the centerpiece of our celebration..."

   "What is this shit? The Three Kings of the fucking Orient
bearing gifts from the far side of the hallway? Get the fuck out."
I smiled. It was actually a rather impressive display of sarcasm.

   "Nope. Better, Stud-Man, we got you an ENTIRE BOOK of sexual
positions!"

   "The New Joy of Sex", I read. Wow. "I found it sitting on top of
my

   roommate's TV", said Alan. "Tell you what Sammy...I know it's
against dorm rules and everything, but I'm even gonna let you light
that up if want."

   "Eat a dick, Dick." "Well, if that's the way you feel about it,
fine... I guess I'll just hafta get something better for ya... be
right back." "So who was she? Do I know her? Will she let me do
her, too?" Alan was still throwing that damned confetti...

   "Her name is Kim. You don't know her. I doubt it." "How was it,
man?"

   "It fuckin' RULED!" "Sounds about right." Dick came back in. He
handed me a little booklet. "Here ya' go. Best I can do." "Gee
Dick, thanks...a $25 booklet of gift certificates for the dorm food
services. Wow." (obviously, this is sarcasm...)

   "Well, ya' know, you CAN use those at the grills. Don't you eat
there a lot?"

   "Alright. Cool, Dick. You can leave anytime now." "I want full
details

   later!" "Why, are you gettin' bored of the same old deviant sex

   fantasies?" I ushered the group out the door, and locked it
behind them. Where the hell was Amanda? As it happened, both she
and her knapsack were close enough to my closet for her to shut
herself in. She was sitting in the farthest corner, and had built
a wall using the empty boxes that are the primary contents of my
closet.

    "Are they always like that? I thought I was in deep shit there
for a minute." "Nope. Normally, they're MUCH worse. I mean, Alan
was even KNOCKING today...I guess that it's all out of a new-found
respect and admiration of their dorm-brother and fellow student,
who has recently awed them by the loss of his virtue, by the
proving of his stud-hood..."

   She laughed. I was reminded of the first time I met her, barely
a month before. Music playing and birds singing, all over again. It
was cool. "Well, like I was saying, before I was so RUDELY
interrupted..."

   "Oh. That's like, not even a big deal. I've been on the pill
for, I dunno, about two 'r three years. Ever since I figured out
how to get 'em."

   "And how, exactly, is that?" "Well, I didn't think I could just
go someplace and, like get a prescription, so I blew the pharmacist
at the local Walgreen's."

   "You're an incorrigible slut. You know that, don't you?" "Well,
yeah,

   but like, liking sex isn't against the law, ya' know." "It is
until you

   turn eighteen." "Oh yeah. I forgot." More smiles. More giggles.
I think she might've even blushed. We spent most of the rest of the
day on my bed, just talking. Every now and then we would kiss or
grope each other, but mostly we just talked. We talked about
sports. She likes them, I don't (although I could probably be
interested in a girl's gymnastics or swimming meet...). We talked
about books. There we had common interests, and spent quite bit of
time discussing the relative merits of favored authors. When the
topic turned to music, I was thrilled to find that she liked what
she had heard, or could remember hearing, from the night before. My
reaction was, of course, to play more music, to introduce her to
Puccini and Chopin, to Tchaikovsky and Debussey...

   She made a face as the opening notes of "Che gelida manina",
(the great romantic tenor aria from "La Boheme") flowed into the
room. Then I clasped her hand, and began to translate...

   

   By the time we were through to "O soave fanciulla", we were
rolling on the floor. She was literally quaking every time the
tenor reached a high note.

   I suppose it's also fitting to mention that, when I finally
climaxed, the sun was just starting to set, and my stereo was just
beginning to play the first mournful notes of "E lucevan le
stelle". Beautiful. Amanda, the music, the world outside the room
she couldn't leave...it was all beautiful.

   As the music played on, she rolled over onto her back, propped
her head up on a convienent pillow, and sighed.

   E lucevan le stelle... "I want you to be special", she said,
gazing

   out my window. e olezzava la terra... "Isn't the fact that you
came

   here enough?" stridea Puscio del'orto... "No...I mean,

   special...something I'm never going to forget." e un passo
sfiorava la

   rena. "I'll never forget..." Entrava ella, fragrante,
"Look...I've never been emotional with a man before. I'm almost
sorry that you couldn't be my first, but I can't exactly take that
back, can I? I don't have too many firsts left..."

   mi cadea fra le braccia. I began to massage her back. "What
would you

   have me do? I'll do it." O! dolci baci, o languide carrezze, She
kissed

   me. Tenderly. On the cheek. mentr'io fremente "Say it. Please."
la

   belle forme disciogliea dai veli! "I've never had a man...back

   there..." She wiggled her hips slightly. Svani per sempre il
sogno mio

   d'amore... My hands traced downward, massaging her ribs, her

   buttocks. L'ora e fuggita "There's some lubricant in my
bag...get it.

   Please." e muoio disperato! I spread the vaseline over her
slowly,

   pausing a few times to take in her beauty... E non ho amato mai
tanto la vita! And entered her, slowly easing my cock into her. She
began to whimper as soon as I entered her back passage, and I
almost stopped, in the fear that I was causing her pain. When she
turned her head toward me, I could see tears welling up in her
eyes. Yet she shook her head and smiled, weakly. I chose to
continue. Soon, she began to meet my thrusts with those of her own.
Her whimpers became the soft moans I was accustomed to. I watched
the sun go down from behind her back...

   

   Chapter 6:So Long, Farewell, Aufweidersehen, G'bye...

   She wore us out again that night. There isn't too much to say
about it. She just wore us out with the same boundless enthusiasm
for sex she'd had all weekend. We pleasured each other until the
wee hours (again managing to reduce Ed's mattress to one large wet
spot), then escorted her to the showers. Ed got to stand watch that
time, so I went back and fell asleep.

   The next thing I remember is her hot breath on my mouth. I don't
know when, but when I woke up, at around noon, she was gone.
Characteristically, Ed was still asleep. He wouldn't be of any
help... so I climbed down out of my loft to see about cleaning some
of the debris from our night of sexplay.

   I noticed that my computer monitor was on. She had typed out a
note on my PC.

   

   "Sorry. I didn't want to wake you. I think I tired you two out

   enough last night. I have to go meet my ride now. Don't worry
I'll be

   fine. I left you a present. Hugs, kisses and blowjobs.

   Bye,                           Amanda. PS

   you didn't ask but you were great and so was Ed. But I want a
girl next

   time too. See you in a couple weeks I really have togo"

   I found her present laying on my desk. It consisted of the two
pairs of panties she had worn, and the bra we had cut off her
during her Friday night bondage game. I added the panties to my
kinetic sculpture and strung the bra across the inside of my closet
door. I also began to wonder if Amanda gave everyone she screwed a
pair of musky panties. If she did, she must not wear panties very
often. It was an appealing thought.

    I suppose I walked around with a smile plastered to my face
more or less constantly for the next week. Of course it was sort of
difficult to be serious when, every time I saw Paul or Alan, I got
a spontaneous round of applause, and just about everyone on the
floor stopped by my room to offer congratulations. Whether the
sentiment was genuine or sarcastic, I didn't care. But it made it
very hard to keep a straight face.

   Amanda's attentions brought a certain amount of focus into my
life. Granted, it was a focus on Amanda, but a focus nonetheless.
I was fixated on the idea of finding a woman for my bisexual
nymphet. Of course, I knew that would be difficult, since I didn't
know any bi chicks, and the lesbians I knew were not into the idea
of sexual experimentation when I asked them, both of them,
either...

   So the search continued. My next thought was of the girls I had
gone to high school with. There were a dozen or so females I
considered to be highly attractive, but they had all already turned
me down. A challenge!

   I went to Kim first (remember: Kim was the name I told Alan when
he asked). Kim is a short, well-rounded blonde, with a sweet
temperament. suppose I thought of her first because I figured she'd
have the hardest time saying "no" to anyone. For any reason.

   "No." She said, "I'm not that kind of a girl...I'm shocked!
Really!"

   Strike one. I could tell that this wasn't going to be easy.
Although I had planned to ask a few others, my next opportunity
presented itself (or herself, rather) in the form of Bobbi, an
athletic looking brunette I had long thought could be a model.

   "Hi Bobbi! How's things?" "Well, they aren't so good..." "Oh
really,

   what's the matter?" "I think I'm pregnant" "Geez. That's not
good. Do

   your parents..." Strike two. At least I knew she liked men. The
quest continued for about a week. During the course of that time,
I was slapped no less than four times, was threatened with two
lawsuits, and turned down by five girls. Sigh.

   I met Kelly a few days later. Kelly, the girl who had performed
a damn-near strip-tease before my senior-year Humanities class, all
in the name of "performance art". Kelly, a tall, long-legged sandy
blonde, known far and wide for her long, silken hair and large gray
eyes. Kelly. Yes, Kelly...

   "That sounds pretty hot. I've wanted to try girls for a couple
years, you know. But, I have to go home this weekend...laundry.
Maybe next time, 'kay?"

   "Really? Wow! You're sure?!" "I'll try it. But who's the other
girl? You said she's hot, but do I know her? I'd be SOOOO
embarrassed..." "It's no big deal. You have NO idea how many times
I struck out before I caught up with you. But, you don't know her.
She's the sister of some guy on my floor. I think you'd like her."

   "Cool!" She smiled and nodded her head. "I'll be there. Just
gimme a call whenever."

   Getting Kelly involved helped a lot. At least I had found
SOMEBODY. On the other hand, that didn't solve the more immediate
need of the swiftly approaching weekend.

   The next three propositions resulted in still more slaps. I was
starting to like them.

   Lori was my last hope. A straightlaced, uptight Catholic girl.
Wore a skirt just about every day. Wouldn't even say the word
"sex", let alone do it. Still, I didn't have many options when I
approached her. Finding her turned out to be the biggest problem.
It took me three days to fish her class schedule out of the
computer network...

   I met her outside her Spanish class, skipping my own Psych
lecture. I suppose it was a little desperate, but then, Lori was my
last chance. I saw her j ust as she was leaving the building.

   "Lori! Hi! Long time no see!" I ran to catch up with her. "Hello
Sam. Nice to see you again." She was her normal self. Cold, formal.
If you put a bonnet on her, she'd look Amish.

   "Where're you off to? Class?" "I'm going back to my room. I have
a

   paper to work on. How about you?" "Well, I'm headed in that
direction, too. Gotta get ready for my girlfriend. She's coming up
Friday..."

   "YOU have a GIRLfriend?! I don't believe it." "That's not very
nice. Of course, if you don't believe me, you could always stop by
and meet her for yourself...but if you do, you'd better pick a time
when we're not making love. She's damn near insatiable. I really
can't wait!"

   Lori began to quicken her pace. She pretended not to hear as I
continued.

   "I think you know where I live. Be there at 7:00 if you want to
meet her!" I had to shout the last bit, as Lori was all but running
to get out of earshot. I knew I had her. Curiosity would bring her
to my door, if nothing else. Now I just had to convince her that
snatch is just as good as the dicks she'd no doubt sucked to
preserve her holy virginity. I smiled. Taking her cherry would be
well worth the possibility of the serious trouble I was just as
likely to get into.

   

    Chapter 7: It Keeps Going and Going and Going... (Or, Party in

    my Pants)

   

   I skipped classes Friday afternoon. Dammit, sex is just as much
a part of biology as the frog embryos my Bio class had been
studying for the past three weeks...

   I watched as a gray chevy Nova stopped on the street outside my
dorm. She climbed out, clad in white leggings, her heavy coat
unzipped to reveal an overlong shirt with the legend "GUESS" in
purple letters across her chest. As she approached, I could very
clearly see her lacy black bra and tiny bikini panties through the
thin material of her clothes. Yum.

   "Hey beautiful," I said as she came in the door, "you look
lovely as ever."

   She smiled. I loved it when she does that. "Sam! I wasn't
expecting you. Ed said you have class...must've skipped it, I
guess."

   "Your biology just happens to be the kind I'd rather study
today... Guess, huh? How about 34C? I think that's about right."

   "You cheat. Besides, I'm still a growing girl. Speaking of
girls, did you..."

   "I have a little something lined up. I'll need your help,
though." The elevator allowed us a moment to catch up on our
affections. We kissed passionately the whole way up. As we stepped
out onto my floor, I shoved a stocking cap onto her head. "Be
quick. Alan skipped class today, and he might see you if we aren't
careful."

   We managed to get halfway down the hall before I heard Alan's
voice, then Paul's.

   "Sam! Is that your woman! Come back, Dammit!" "Go on", I
whispered to her, "Fuck off, you guys. If I wanted you all to meet
her, don't you think I'd introduce her or something. Get a fucking
life or woman or hand or whatever. I don't care."

   "Uh oh. We're gonna hafta get Dick for this." "Yeah. We're gonna
meet

   Kim. And you can't stop us." They followed me back to my room.
Fucking lovely. I stood outside the door for 15 minutes, using
enticements of money, threats of physical violence and everything
in between in my attempt to force them into leaving. Eventually,
they comprehended that, if they didn't leave, I wasn't going to go
in, and they'd never see the mysterious Kim. They left.

   After the pests were a safe distance down the hallway, I
knocked. "Who

   is it?", came my roommate's voice. "Fuck you Ed."
"What's...uhhm...

   the secret password?" "I need a woman, you fuckhead. Lemme in
before I call the cops, you fuckin' pervert!" The door cracked
open. I could see Ed's nose peeking out from behind it. "No, she's
mine. Find your own!"

   I grabbed onto the protruding proboscis. "L-E-T-M-E-I-N. Now."
"OK."

   The door swung open, and closed as soon as I entered. "Boys,
quit your fighting. There's plenty for everybody." Amanda ran her
hands down her body as she said it, suggestively caressing her
breasts.

   "God it's great to see you again. I missed sex." That's Ed for
you. "Well, I'm afraid it'll have to wait. Speechless there says we
have stay decent until the chick he got for me shows up. I guess he
wants ME to seduce her..."

   "Well, she turned me down every time I asked her for myself...."
"Oh.

   How come you didn't tell ME about it? Dammit! I want sex!"
"Hush, Ed. According to my plan, you're gonna be down in Alan's
room keeping him busy when Lori shows up, anyway. In fact, I'M
gonna be down there, too. At least until we get a signal from you."

   "What'll the signal be?" "I figured we could set my computer to
dial Alan's room. That'll let me know it's time to go down there,
one way or the other. Ed, you come back at around 11:00,
regardless. Okay? Got it?"

   "Sure." "No problem. But don't we have some time before she gets
here?  Maybe just a quickie for Ed. I feel the pain of his
frustration..."

   "Well, I know your quickies, they take hours. Lori'll be here at
7:00, and you'll probably need to be at least somewhat
presentable..."

   "How 'bout just a blowjob or four, then? Please? I'll be a good
girl!"

   "Go for it. No harm in that." I watched as Amanda unzipped Ed's
fly with her teeth, at the same time guiding him down into the
chair beneath my loft. She attacked his dick, deep-throating him.
Watching is nearly as exciting as taking part!

   After a time, though, I took to the task at hand, and began to
clean the room - making beds, throwing as much of Ed's stuff as
possible into his closet, dusting, even vacuuming. The room had to
look decent, since the woman I had found for Amanda was probably
the biggest prude I had ever met.

   After a time, Ed began to moan with pleasure (and it only took
Amanda two hours...). Amanda stood up, licked the last of Ed's
semen from her lips and chin, and padded over to her bag. She
proceeded cleanse her mouth with mouthwash. Ed just pulled his
pants back on and sighed.

   Nobody talked for a few minutes. I cleaned. Ed sighed. Amanda
gargled. And lo, it was good.

   Eventually, Ed got up and walked out the door, murmuring
something about golf-balls and garden hoses. Not long after, Amanda
spit the blue liquid into a handy empty Coke can. She came to me
and kissed my neck. It tingled slightly.

   "Like it? It's like, the mouthwash. Cool, huh? Melissa and I use
it."

   "That stuff's great! Maybe you'll get to use it with Lori, too."
"I hope so. I wanna fuck all night long..." Her words were long and
languid, adding emphasis to her wish.

   "Anyway...what did you tell your parents this time?" "Well, I
just told 'em I was coming up to visit Alan. Said I wanted to see
campus and stuff. So I figure I'll like, go down and pretend I just
got here sometime tomorrow. Then I'll tell him I'm going to a party
with some girls I know, and he'll never say anything."

   "Cool!" "Like, OK, you got your big worry out of the way. What
about mine?"

   "Which? Bathroom? Food? Sex? Lori? What?" "Food, dummy. I
practically

   starved last time." "Oh. Well, I though we could eat at a grill
tonight. I've got all these gift-certificates..."

   "Well, I sort of wanted something special..." "I'll see what I
can do.

   Do you want anything in particular?" "Surprise me." She licked
her lips suggestively "Are you sure I have to wait two more
hours..." We didn't make love, but she DID leave me with several
highly visible love-bites on my chest and neck ("Something to show
my brother" she said).

   Eventually, I was force to give up my enviable spot next to
Amanda on Ed's bed, and turn my attention to putting my plan into
action. I set up our "signal", bade Amanda good-bye, and slipped
out the door.

   I was teased to no end when I went into Alan's room, both for
the hickeys and for leaving "Kim" alone. I told them that she had
returned to her own dorm room, prompting Alan to search through the
entire University Student Database for girls named "Kim" that lived
in the dorms. It didn't take him very long to come up with the girl
I had been thinking of when I had told Alan the name to begin with.

   Then I got teased some more. "I laugh at your pitiful attempts
at hiding your woman from us! Did you think that I would not find
her? You are stupid! Now I will find her at my leisure! HA!"

   Imagine putting up with that for an hour or so. I did, and by
the time the phone rang, thoughts of homicide were merrily Jimcing
through my head.

   "That's funny. That was a data transmission. Somebody's a
dumbass."

   "Well, I think I'll leave. You guys are a bunch of losers."

    I hurried down the hall as fast as I could. One way or another,
Amanda had taken care of Lori. I found myself hoping that my lover
had failed. After all, I had been rejected far too often. Maybe I
was perversely hoping that my lover's wiles would also prove
inadequate.

   I opened the door slowly, carefully. I was relieved to hear two
voices in conversation, rather than moaning or, worse still,
screaming. When I walked in, Amanda was lounging across Ed's bed,
while Lori sat demurely, legs crossed, hands folded in her lap, at
the chair in front beneath my loft. She stood, offKimg me her hand.

   "Hello Lori. I see you've made acquaintance with Amanda." I
kissed the proffered hand.

   "Yes, I have. Amanda seems to be a remarkable girl. A bit young,
if you don't mind me saying so, but still remarkable."

   "Anything else?" "Well," Amanda interjected, "five minutes ago,
I convinced her that there's nothing wrong with liking girls..."

   "Hush! Don't say that..." "I think that you can see that her
attitude has, like changed since you showed up. Maybe you should go
away." I grinned. There was no way I was leaving now, and I told
them as much.

   "Lori, listen, he's remarkable. Sex is good, it's not something
to be ashamed of. It's great, and I really think you'd like it.
It's a GREAT way to like, relieve stress, too."

   Lori's face began to flush. "Look, I can tell you really need
it. A back rub - something. You're just way too uptight, that's
all." "A back rub. There's nothing wrong with back rubs. Except
that I really don't want you to touch me."

   "Then why are you still here? Sam could make you really happy.
He makes ME really happy..."

   "I want you to see how , how, um, sinful you are... I think
you're both wicked, and I want you to know that your sins will be
punished someday."

   "Bullshit. That's not why you're still here. You tried that shit
on me four years ago, and it didn't work then. It doesn't work now,
either."

   "At least Amanda..." "You're sinking in it now, Lori. Admit it,
you're here because you're jealous. You can't stand the fact that
somebody is living a life free of guilt. You'd love to know all
about what is we do, wouldn't you? But what we do is sin, so all
you know about it is that it's bad, right? Well it's not. It's
great. It took me nineteen years to find out, and a fourteen..."

   "Fifteen." "...fifteen-year-old to show me. I think you might
like it, too. Why don't you just wait. Maybe you'll learn for
yourself someday.." I was yelling. Lori just stood there,
transfixed, not speaking. There was a long, stony silence. No one
moved. Lori's lower lip trembled. She really looked like she might
explode.

   Maybe five minutes passed. Maybe ten. We just stared at each
other.

   Finally, she started to whisper, her voice trembling "Maybe
you're right. I always thought you were just being nasty when you
said all those things, but maybe you're right. I think - I don't
think, that two people that love each each should be punished.
Maybe s-e-x is a good thing. I don't know, it's never been
something I wanted to think about. It's just dirty. And bad. It's
always been bad. I don't know about good...I'm a little confused."
Tears started to well up in her eyes. Then she buried her head in
her hands.

   Amanda handed her a tissue. "Don't, Lori. I know what you're
going through. It happens to everybody at some point; they find out
something that they like, really like to do is wrong or bad. I
dunno, maybe not. People say that sex is a bad thing, but people
say that drinking and smoking are bad, too. I'll bet you've had a
few at least once in your life."

   "Well, yes," the head nodded, "drinking a couple of Zimas isn't
the SAME as sex, though... it's dirtier."

   Amanda moved behind Lori and began to gently knead her
shoulders. "But isn't drinking wrong too? Yes. It is... and I'll
bet somebody like, had to argue with you for DAYS to get you to
take that first Zima. Same thing with sex. It, um, gets easier
every time you do it, and even gettin' you to think about it is a
big fight."

   "Mmmm. That's nice..." "Well, I'm gonna make you an offer. I'm
going to whisper it. He doesn't even need to hear it." Amanda bent
slightly and began a quiet conversation with Lori, interspersed
with occasional gasps and mewls.

   After a moment Amanda stood up and smiled. "Alright. Get out."
"Why?

   This is my room, isn't it?" This started a brief new flurry of

   whispers. "OK, you can stay. But Lori wants you up there,"
pointing to my loft,  "and no talking. Or anything. Just sit and
watch. Got it?" "No problem." Amanda gave me a peck on the cheek as
I walked past her. After I was safely "in position", Lori stood up
and moved over to Ed's bed. I watched as she carefully removed and
neatly folded her modest gray blouse. She was wearing a lacy, black
teddy underneath, not at all what I had anticipated. She smiled
weakly at Amanda, and slowly sat down, then reclined, on the other
bed, still clothed in her long, conservative dress, shoes and
stockings. From beneath my loft came the gently sensuous strains of
Mahler's Fifth, followed by Amanda, who, I noted, was still
clothed.

   "Are you sure this is just a backrub? Nothing else?" "It's
nothing that you don't want it to be. I just want you to, um, feel
something like, a little, um, arousing, I guess. You've just been
ignoring that part of yourself for a little too long..." She let
her voice trail off to nothingness.

   She began by running her hands through Lori's long, golden
length of hair, dividing it so that it pooled around her head,
rather than cover her shoulders and back. Then she got on the bed,
kneeling over her subject. She started at the neck, sometimes
rubbing, sometimes kneading, sometimes lightly chopping. Gradually,
she moved lower, to the hollow between neck and shoulder, then to
to shoulder. A mew of delight escaped Lori's lips. The upper back
was next. I was entranced by each movement, watching the gentle
curves of her scapulae shift beneath her tanned flesh.

   "I need to pull this down if you want me to do anymore." Lori
said nothing, and offered no resistance to Amanda when she took
action. Amanda continued, sensuously molding my schoolmate's back.
Eventually, she reached the impeding top of Lori's dress. Rather
than asking if she could continue downward, she turned around on
her knees and raised Lori's leg slightly, pulling off her shoe,
then gently pushing down her silk stocking.

   She began with Lori's toes, each in succession, and up her foot,
to her ankle, then calf.

   "Your legs are lovely. Long and smooth, gorgeous. I wish mine
were like this...why do you even wear those stockings?"

   "Thank you," she mumbled, "but I think I've had enough...no,
maybe just a little more..."

   "How about something a little different. There's always this..."
She reached down into her knapsack. After a moment, presented the
object of her search.

   Lori propped herself up, and turned to see Amanda. "What're you
doing? What IS that thing?"

   "Just relax...it's a massager." Amanda looked up at me and
winked. A vaugely high-pitched whirring noise filled the room, an
interesting counterpoint to the Brahms symphony emanating from the
stereo. She ran the 5-inch long cylinder along Lori's calf first.

   "The dress?" "That's a vibrator, isn't it? I've never seen
one..." "It

   helps me to relax...the dress?" Lori raised her hips slightly,
allowing Amanda a chance to unzip and remove it. I was even more
surprised to see that the teddy Lori was wearing was both
high-hipped and a thong, allowing me to see the twin globes of
perfection I had so often admired in a nearly-natural form. Amanda
continued to move the device up and down over the backs of her legs
- holding it flat to her thighs, even over er wonderful ass. I was
enthralled.

   Lori was moaning softly until Amanda brought the vibrator to her
inner thigh. Then she began to moan loudly. I thought she might
actually have an orgasm the first time my lover passed the
"massager" over her still-clothed crotch. Suddenly, Lori sat up,
bringing her arms up to modestly cover her naked breasts. "No! I
can't do this. It's not right..."

   "Well, maybe I'm taking advantage of your confusion, but, um,
maybe if you just give it one little chance to do it's work..."

   The silence crept back over the room. Finally Lori swung her
legs over the bed, and sat on the edge. "I'd better take this
off..."

   She lifted her pert little ass, and the few scraps of cloth that
she had been wearing formed a lacy black puddle at her feet. I saw
her - all of her - for the first time then. Her breasts were small,
smaller than Amanda's, with light pink areolas a little bigger than
quarters, surrounding long, erect nipples, longer than Amanda's at
any rate, with a characteristic tan line showing her skin in its
natural tone. I saw the freckles above her girlish bosom, that ran
up to the base of her neck, and the small brown birthmark above her
naval. She had a light scar on her hip, and I could see now that
her neatly trimmed pubic hair was somewhat darker than that on top
of her head. She looked toward the window, but then up, and in
seeing, remembered me, began to move her hands to cover herself -
but she stopped, then, arms akimbo, and spoke to me.

   "This is what you wanted all along, isn't it?" I just nodded.
She sat back down on the bed, spreading her legs widely. Amanda
knelt down before her, and began to caress inner thigh with her
little helper. Soon the vibrator began methodical passes over
Lori's glistening crotch. Lori's own hands moved down to guide it
back over her pussy.

   It was all too much for me: I had never, in all my wildest,
wettest dreams, thought I'd see. I was going nuts just watching
them. That's when it got worse...

   "You know, you look absolutely yummy down here, I just can't
help myself!" With that, Amanda dove into her newfound lover's
crotch, causing mewls of pleasure, coupled with a look of utter
shock on Lori's face. Lori, I discovered, was a screamer, as she
began grinding her hips against her the delicate ministrations of
her lover's tongue, running one hand through Amanda's short hair,
and using the other to pinch and roll a nipple. She had truly
abandoned herself to the pleasure of the moment. Amanda brought her
to orgasm very quickly then, and very loudly. The sounds of Lori
being pleasured alone were enough to bring me off.

   Even after she came, Amanda rested her head on Lori's thigh, an
incredibly erotic sight, and Lori continued to idly run her hands,
both hands now, through her friend's hair. The buzzing of the
forgotten vibrator continued, unheeded.

   Lori spoke, her voice husky with an edge of lust, "Did you like
that little show? I know I did. So you were right, I guess," then
to her paramour, "That was great...Now let me do you..."

   Soon they were lying alongside one another on the bed, although
Amanda was still fully clothed. "So, what should I do first?"

   "Maybe you could touch me. Touching is...important." Lori moved
her hand to her lover's cheek, then to her chin, cupping it and
pulling it to her own mouth. Their lips met, and locked in a
playful kiss. The playfulness melted away into passion as they
moved into a tighter embrace. Slowly, hesitantly, Lori brought her
hands up to her companion's back, her legs writhing beneath those
of her lover, entangling. She began to push up Amanda's loose
T-shirt, exposing her back. They broke their embrace, and Amanda
sat up, pulling off the impeding garment.

   "I...That's me...that's me I taste, isn't it?" "yyyyyeeessss..."
They returned to their enfolding tangle once more. I saw Lori cup
Amanda's ample breast, loosing it from the confines of her bra. She
began to play with the nipple, rolling it and squeezing it until it
was as hard and straight as Amanda's nipples can become, a tiny
pink bead signifying ultimate arousal.  Amanda began to
reciprocate, moving her mouth to the nearer of Lori's smaller
globes, then the farther, touching - stroking each lovingly. Lori
managed to remove her friend's bra deftly, with only a bit of
fumbling at the clasps. Then the tangle of bodies rolled over, so
that inexperienced Lori was superior to her seductress.

   "Just lay back," she murmured, "I want to do this now..." Lori
began anew her exploration of my girlfriend's loveliness, using
fingers, lips and tongue to experience her, sucking each finger of
Amanda's hand into her mouth, kissing her wrist, licking the length
of her arm. The mounds of Amanda's breasts fascinated Lori, who
spent several minutes learning the taste of each crease and curve
of that flesh...

   She moved lower, holding her head up just high enough to lightly
brush the younger girl's abdomen with her hair. Amanda whimpered
softly. Slowly, her hands moved lower, drifting toward her center.

   "Oh my...you're all wet...dripping..." "Do it, please. I need
it,

   NOW..." Lori didn't even bother to pull the leggings off - she
tore them instead, revealing the treasure of her lover's black
silken panties. Lori just pushed the flimsy barrier aside, bringing
her face to her lover's womanhood.

   "You smell wonderful!" she exclaimed, then enthusiastically dove
in between her lover's legs. I could hear the wetness as Lori
brought her tongue up into Amanda's bald cunt, furiously licking,
fingKimg, kissing...

   "ooooOOOHHHhhhh...that's good...no, lower...not my clit...not
like

   that...yyyeeeEEssSss...very...mmmmm...good..." I watched Lori's
head vigorously bob up and down over Amanda's pussy, as the
instructions Amanda gave were gradually reduced to incoherent
monosyllables. She came once, then twice... soon I couldn't even
tell when one orgasm had subsided. It was just a constantly
building moan.

   POUNDthudPOUNDPOUND "Hey, stud-boy...put a sock in her mouth!
The guy  next door is complaining!"

   At least Dick had the decency to NOT walk in. But he killed the
mood.

   For me. The girls didn't even notice. THEIR loveplay lasted at
least

   another ten minutes.

   

    Chapter 8: Only the Lonely...(or not)

    The silence of afterglow was not the same silence that had
filled the room when we had been arguing. This was a warm silence,
filled with music, occasional murmurs of approval from the two
women, and the slight noise of their caress of each other's naked
skin. This was a good silence.

   The silence was broken only after a long stretch of oblivious
nothingness. Lori was the first to speak, raising her head up from
her lover's lap and saying: "My jaw hurts." She smiled. I smiled.
Amanda laughed, then hit her friend with a nearby pillow.

   "Get used to it... that's a real talent you've got! And wait'll
you try cock! It's great, too!"

   Lori took a pillow of her own and responded in kind, swatting
Alan's sister with it, right across her face. Soon the pillow fight
began in earnest, resulting in an even livelier mass of naked women
than their lovemaking had produced.

   "Stop! STOP! You're gonna get me all hot again!" When the
pillows stopped moving, I could clearly see that Lori had
well-adjusted to the thought of loving women, for three fingers of
her left hand were clearly inserted into Amanda's snatch. She made
no attempt to remove them.

   "Why bother with guys? I like what we've been doing just fine.
Let's do it again!" Lori brought her lips to Amanda's, but she was
pushed away.

   "Why bother? Come ON! Sam was so patient up there. Didn't so
much as move... don't you think you owe him something, we owe him
something?"

   "He got something. He got to watch me degrade myself, and I'll
bet he loved every second. He can just jack off to his memories. In
the meantime..."

   "Nope...I'm cutting you off until you at least apologize to him.
I don't know how long you two have been feuding, but I think it has
to stop."

   "You know, you're a really cruel little girl...ooo...I'm REALLY
going to hate myself for doing this...

   "Alright," She looked up at me, "I'm sorry I said that. I guess
I should have been a little more open-minded. Maybe we could've
gotten along better if I had just listened a little more. And maybe
there's nothing wrong with queers..." A devilish look overcame her
face, it was all too obvious what she was thinking about. She
extended a hand. "Friends?"

   I kissed it. "I'll settle for friends. For now." "That's better.
I'm glad you two can get along. Now, I want you to KISS and make
up." "My favorite kind of apology!" I exclaimed, bounding down from
my loft before Lori had time to react. I swept her up into my arms
and kissed her passionately. She put up the cursory struggle she
knew I expected, then settled into the kiss, lightly darting her
tongue into my mouth. She definitely did taste like Amanda!

   Lori broke the kiss, sarcastically gasping for air. "What now?"
"The

   Bed." was my basso profundo response. Lori and I didn't remain
friends

   very long. At least not "just" friends. However, the bed was
also not a particularly high priority and Lori, I found, was not a
particular burden. Sort of a pleasant weight, actually.Rather like
having a naked woman attempting to wrap herself around you, which
is exactly what Lori was doing. The position she eventually settled
into had me responsible for much of the support, with her legs
wrapped about my waist, her arms tight about my neck, and my own
hands forming a sort of seat for her. We remained in a liplock just
like that for several minutes.

   Eventually, though, my arms did begin to wear out. I tottered
over to Ed's bed, swaying slightly with my unusual load of naked
former schoolchum. I dropped her deliberately into the wet spot.

   "HEY...that wasn't very nice!" "The BED." I repeated, unbuckling
my

   belt. "Here, let me do that." She began to fumble with my
zipper. I could tell she was somewhat nervous now. Her hands shook
as she attempted to pull it down. Amanda laughed, softly.

   "Here, let ME do that. I know what you're going through. I was
thesame way MY first time, like nervous and all." Amanda had my
pants off in a single, deft motion.

   "Now, now, I want to see ALL of you. Shirt too." "It goes when
that

   G-string does." "Well...okay." Amanda managed to turn the
removal of her barely-there panties into a erotic event that would
do a stripper proud, exhibiting her well-formed derriere framed for
inspection, grinding her hips, bending, turning, flashing and
fingKimg herself, finally laying down and sliding them up her long
legs, presenting us with a wonderful view of her shaven pussy in
the process. When she was done she stood up and flicked the panties
at me like a rubber band. "Top THAT!"

   "Get real." My own show was no doubt far less spectacular,
though Lori seemed just as intrigued, especially once my underwear
was off. My dick glistened from the last load of spunk I had shot
off, and stood proudly at full erection.

   Amanda came up behind me and grabbed my manhood, slowly rubbing
it up and down. "Hi, I'm Dick the Talking Tool. Some people call me
a PENIS.Can YOU say PENIS? Have YOU ever seen a PENIS before?"

   Lori seemed to think that this was enormously funny. After a
moment, she gained enough composure to speak. "Yes, I can say
PENIS.  And no, I've never seen one..." She was giggling
throughout, and broke into a second round of laughter as soon as
she finished.

   Now that the mood was seriously ruined, I decided to sit down on
the bed, rather than making my entry into Lori the dramatic affair
I had hoped for.

   "Seriously. This is it, Lori. It's not gross or anything, kinda
like a finger, only a little more sensitive. Why don't ya' touch
it? Go on. Do it."

   "No way. That thing looks weird..." "Lemme get this straight:
you were more than willing to put your TONGUE in my CUNT, but
you're having a hard time with THIS?"

   "Well, your...um, uh, cunt isn't all hairy and purple. And the
end of your clitoris doesn't look like a mutant plum..."

   I just shook my head as Amanda gave Lori and anatomy lesson.
Occasionally, Amanda would ask me to turn _just_so_ for emphasis.
If it wasn't for all the handling (and sometimes mis-handling) of
my poor tool,  I'm sure I would've gone soft pretty damn quickly.

   But I didn't, and after only ten minutes of clinical description
and analysis, Lori was ready to try touching it on her own.
Unfortunately for both of them, I was feeling a bit uncooperative.
"Why don't you two do each other? Lori'd like that a whole bunch
better..."

   So they did. Rather, they didn't really DO each other, Lori just
spent a few moment tonguing Amanda's right nipple. Under those
conditions, my arousal returned quickly, as I indicated by lightly
petting Lori's ass...

   Soon I was stretched out languidly across the bed. Amanda was on
my right, flat against the wall, using my shoulder for her pillow.
Lori stood over me, warily eyeing my pride and joy.

   There weren't many preliminaries this time, she just started by
slowly massaging my cock, experimenting with her hand position, as
per my, or most often Amanda's, whispered instructions. Slowly she
gained confidence, now and the using both hands, sometimes cupping
my balls or twirling her finger in my pubic hair. After a while, I
even began to to signify approval in the form of a moan or grunt.
This encouraged her greatly. She began to speed up, her gentle
massage becoming an awful pull.

   Fortunately, Amanda interrupted the motion before it became a
real problem. "Be careful. That thing's attached, you know...try
something else now."

   Lori laid down on her stomach, between my legs. Most of her long
hair splayed out over her head and in front of her face. She had
decided to continue her sensual education with an oral examination!
She started by licking my scrotum, then my length, then, daintily,
she took the engorged head of my cock into her mouth, lightly
tracing the "seam" with her tongue.

   "And remember, lover, don't use your te..." "OoooOOwWWW"
"...eth..." The sight of my former rival's golden hair pooled
elegantly over my midriff was still too much. She peered up at me,
through the curtain of her hair, her eyes expressing a heartfelt
apology of the hurt. It was too much for me. The combination of
pain and the warm, sucking wetness of her mouth took me over the
brink. I came directly into her mouth, without any warning. Lori
was very surprised, I think, but kept sucking nonetheless, until my
seed began to spill from her mouth and back down my rod.

   She didn't spit it out. That surprised me. She just sat up. I
could see that some of her own hair had become sticky with my come.
I watched her swallow, then smile. She licked her lips and wiped
her chin with her hands as Amanda doubled up, her own pink tongue
getting the semen that Lori could not hold between her own lips.

   "Well, how do I taste?" "That was it? There was so much... a
quart?" "A

   teaspoon, maybe." corrected Amanda. "Well, you taste good. Yummy
even. Maybe not as good as Amanda, but close. You should try
yourself sometime." We smiled at that. "Maybe you could try a
low-salt variety, though..."

   "I hate to tell you this Lori, but I'm out of the action for a
few minutes, anyway...we guys hafta have at least a little break
after we do that sort of thing." I took it as a complement that
Lori looked genuinely disappointed.

   "I can help you out there, I think." With that, Amanda began her
own oral attack on my less-than-turgid organ.

   Lori, having been displaced by Amanda, chose to move forward,
straddling my chest. She brushed her hair back from over her face,
revealing a knowing half-smile and a lustful gleam in her eyes.

   "Do you remember what I always used to say to you when you got
me mad?"

   "How could I forget?" "Well, this time, you CAN consider it an

   invitation..." She folded her hands behind my head and pushed my
face into her wet, hairy pussy. She quivered slightly when I ran my
hands from her breasts down to her hips, while my tongue moved over
her fleshy folds. I alternated between licking her, catlike, using
the entire surface of my tongue and quick nips inside her, about
her clit, and everywhere else I could reach. I found that Lori
tasted different, a little more salty than Amanda - not that that
was a bad thing, and that she, unlike our lover, seemed to prefer
a less direct approach: no dives for the clit with Lori! Lori was
surprisingly easy to bring to orgasm, climaxing less than a minute
after I began my work. I just kept licking, while she bucked her
hips against my face.

   I noticed that the stereo was playing the lento of
Rimsky-Korsakov's Scherezade...

   Lori might very well have had an imprint of my ears on her
thighs by the time I felt ready to continue.

   I brought Lori off again before I was ready continue her
deflowerment. I rolled over, allowing Lori to slip beneath me. She
put one of Ed's pillows beneath her ass before she settled in.
Amanda considerately climbed over both of us to fetch a couple of
my towels from my closet.

   "What're these for?", I asked. "Put them under her, like, in
case she

   bleeds a little." "Girls don't have hymens anymore. Didn't we
evolve out of those or something?"

   "Some girls lose them while playing sports, but you never
know..." I noticed that Lori had stiffed considerably beneath me.
She had closed her eyes, and might've been hyperventilating.

   "Is she OK?" "She nervous. You know, she's real religious. This
is her holy virginity we're dealing with, here..."

   "Go on. Do it. I'm waiting...I want it, I think. NO! I DO want
it." That was what I needed to hear. I prepared myself to make the
great thrust that would bring an end to Lori's virginity, until
Amanda spoke again, whispered, really. "Gently, she'll let you know
when you can do that." Rather, I let her guide me in, to the
threshold of my blonde goddess's womanhood. I began my entry, and
discovered...a maidenhead, what else?

   "Lori, this is gonna hurt just a little bit. It'll go away
quickly, though. Sam, there's gonna be a little blood. Don't let it
worry you. This has to be done."

   I gently began to push against her wall of womanhood. I could
feel the barrier give, stretching inward, but not breaking. Then I
heard a sharp intake of air from Lori and felt the membrane give
way. Lori whimpered, but did not cry out.

   God she was tight! I could feel each muscle inside her gripping
me. She wasn't as wet as Amanda, either. The combination made for
a very different experience than the ones I had shared with Amanda.
I was the one with all the experience. I was the one in charge. I
could feel every motion I made within her, and I knew that what I
was doing was right. But Lori barely even responded. I began to to
lick her, since both my hands were otherwise occupied. I stopped
moving my hips, and concentrated instead on getting her to feel
something.

   I withdrew, and chose to use my fingers, rather than my cock. I
brought them inside her, slowly. Still she did not react. I kissed
her again, and touched her body. Still nothing. Finally, I made a
face in utter frustration...

   She laughed. "Please, go on... I want this. Really." "Lori, you
can't just lay there...my hand is capable of being more erotic.
You're part of this, too."

   "Well, I'll do better this time. Really." I entered her a second
time, with the great thrust that I had planned for the beginning.
This time Lori smiled, and began to buck and rotate her hips
slightly, to meet my rhythm. I started slowly at first, then built
to a steadily faster pace, then slowed back down, all while
enjoying Lori's insistent kisses. I was covered with sweat. So was
she. It was wonderful.

   I climaxed as the blazing fanfare of the horns sounded in "The
Russian Easter Overture".

    I had to rest then. Making love with Lori was both physically
and emotionally draining; after all, I had just fulfilled five
years' worth of glaring sexual frustration. Lori rolled out from
under me, moving against the wall. I held her close to me. She was
half-smiling, half-crying.

   "What's wrong? Did I hur..." "No, no, no...it's not that. It's
just that, Amanda reminded me of what I'm doing, of what I am. I
never thought of it happening this way. I never thought I'd do any
of this. I just made love to a woman - and I liked it. I've done
just about everything I can to sin in the flesh, but it didn't seem
WRONG until just now...I want to keep doing this, but I was going
to be pure for my husband..."

   I was at a loss for words, really. "Everything'll be alright,
love, nothing the matter...just relax."

   "You really did great. Both of you. I'm proud...and I'm sorry
Lori. I didn't know you'd feel so guilty...maybe you wanna talk
about it?"

   "No. I'll be fine. What we did...that's just going to take some
time to reconcile..."

   She put her head on my shoulder and cried a little.

   Tchaikovsky's Violin Concerto was coming to completion before
Lori lifted her head again.

   "I think...I think I'd like to freshen up a bit, can someone
hand me my clothes, please?"

   We both got up. That's when we saw the blood. There was quite a
lot of blood, actually. It had gone through the towel we had put
down, and over a fair portion of the center of the mattress. I
quickly noticed that some had also dried on her still-naked snatch.
My penis was also covered, of course.

   Amanda said I had some on my back, in addition to what she
reported to be a WONDERFUL set of scratches running down my back.

   "Maybe something a trifle more immediate is in order, for ALL of
us."

   "Where? I can't just walk into the bathroom over here..." "Well,
Lori, would you rather walk clear back to your room looking the way
you look? Do you want to want to explain to your roommate how you
got blood on your inner thigh? And your breath..."

   "Alright, alright. I see your point." "What about me? I can't go
until late, can I? Alan's still here, right?" "Well, I'm going to
go check around. It's 10:30 on a Friday night. Most of the floor
has probably clear out. We might be okay."

   I pulled on a T-shirt and a pair of sweats, and walked down to
the bathroom. The place was all but deserted, except for the sound
of running water in a sink at the far side of the room. The showers
were all clear.

   When I got back, I distributed a clean towel to each of us.
Amanda put on my bathrobe, Lori wore a pair of my shorts. "OK.
Lori, if anybody sees you, act casual. Your name is Kim. Got it?
Amanda, act collegiate. You're Lori, and we're all just GOOD
FRIENDS. Got it? Good."

   Although there were people in the hallway, I didn't know them.
They apparently didn't think it especially odd that I was taking
two women into a men's bathroom and shower facility. I love
college.

   We all crammed into one shower stall. We undressed each other as
quietly as possible, and turned on the water. It was incredibly
cold. On the other hand, I had two very willing young ladies there
to keep me warm.

   I only brought one bar of soap, so the shower was very much a
group activity. We lathered each other in turn and took turns
standing in front of the water. I got the pleasure of lathKimg up
Lori's pussy. She turned, and whispered to me.

   "I want you to do me again. You're hard, I'm wet, and the mess
can't be any worse."

   "What about guilt? I don't want you t..." "Fuck guilt. I want
you to do me. Right here. However you want. Take my ass...you used
to say how much you liked it, why don't you fuck it?" In all my
life, I had never heard Lori utter so much as one curse, let alone
three, but I wasn't about to let my opportunity to go unheeded.

   Amanda moved to the far corner of the cubicle, watching and
fingKimg herself as I pushed my hard cock into her anus. She cried
out. My hands went to her pussy. It was wild. Amanda began to kiss
Lori anew, masturbating herself, while Lori embraced her. I
furiously pounded her...

   "SURPRISE!! Sammy-bo...whoah!" It was Paul.

    Chapter 9: And Now For Something Completely Different...

   My stomach took a sharp dive. straight down. I did the only
thing I could thing of.

   "Oh, hi Paul. I'd like you to meet Lori," I indicated the
brunette kneeling on the floor, "and Kim.", who was actually Lori,
and whose ass my dick was currently stuck in, "I'm, um, just
showing the ladies our fine dorm facilities. They, uh, really like
it here. They like it SO MUCH that I'd like a little privacy, that
I may more fully appreciate the depth of their gratitude for them
the aesthetic ideal that is this bath..."

   "You are in so much fuckin' trouble man...there ain't even a
word for the kinda trouble you're in. They're gonna have to make
somethin' UP when they write you up for this. Way to go, stud."

   "You're not going to say anything, are you?", Amanda said,
standing

   up. "I kinda have to. I'm supposed to report this kind of shit.
And don't I know you from someplace?" She thrust her chest out a
bit. The girl is a pro. "I could make it... worth your while not to
say anything..." She wiggled her hips.

   "My while's worth an awful lot... BUT I like Sam. What can I
say. He's a stud."

   "No way...I'm not going with that. Get me in all the fucking
trouble you want. I don't care. Leave them out of it. Say they ran
off or something."

   "Sammy, I can't do that, man. I mean, you're clearly on with
these ladies, but, man, I'm in enough trouble with Dick...and this
is exactly what it'd take to get me out. He'd just be more pissed
if I only turned you in."

   "Uhm, could you please, PLEASE shut the curtain?" Lori's voice
was tiny, mousy, almost like a little girl's.

   We continued our conversation through the curtain, while the
girls silently went about washing the soap from their bodies.

   "Look man, you ain't got a helluva lot to offer me, but gettin'
yo' ass in trouble keeps mine OUT. Just let yer woman do it."

   Amanda looked at me. Her eyes were pleading.

    "Alright. YOU come to my room in 15 minutes. She'll be
there..." Lori

   was bawling as we dried ourselves off. "You go on home. You
don't want

   to be here anymore." "No. I don't want to go back - things're
different now. My room is what I was before. I'm going to stay."

   "Why, Lori? You aren't in trouble? I'm taking care of it." "But
I'm the

   reason we're in trouble. If I wasn't so loud..." "Let it go.
You're no more guilty than any of us. We're just going to let
Amanda take care of it, and pretend that this never happened,
right?"

   "Right." "...I suppose." When we got back to my room, Lori and
I climbed up on my loft. Amanda went back to Ed's bed. The only
light in the room came from the window, from the street lights down
below us. We curled up against each other. Lori sobbed
occasionally, but no one spoke.

   When the knock at the door came I ignored it. Amanda answered
it, I guess, or maybe Paul let himself in. I didn't watch, but I
could hear. Even under the circumstances, Amanda managed to enjoy
herself. She was nearly as vocal as any other time, but quieter,
like she wasn't turned all the way on.

   I was petting Lori's rump when Ed got back. Amanda and Paul were
still at it. The door just opened then shut. The light came on. Ed
didn't say anything. I suppose he just sat down and watched.

   It was after midnight when Paul left, having satiated himself.
I heard Ed and Amanda then. They were quiet, and much quicker than
normal.

   There was no music in the room. Lori woke me up at 2:37 AM. "I
want to

   talk." "...huhnhhnh? 'bout what?" "Who I am now." "You're Lori.
You're, uhhh... eighteen years old. You're Catholic. You're
majoring in Mechanical EngineKimg and you drive an '83 Chevette."

   "Well, that's mostly true. But you forgot prude. You used to say
I was a prude..."

   "You aren't much of a prude anymore. I was wrong about that
much." "Well, I'm not. I'm not sure I'm Catholic anymore, either.
What we did today is so AGAINST what I was raised to believe..."

   "I understand." "I don't think you do...but I guess I just
wanted you to know that all this has changed me a lot. I'm not sure
what I am right now, in a lot of ways. Maybe I'm straight. Maybe
not. Maybe I'm Catholic, maybe not... I don't really know why I
stayed. I really hate that guy, um, Paul for doing that with
Amanda. I know that. I liked what you and I did, and what Amanda
and I did. I'd like to do it more - all of it, I guess."

   Neither of us spoke. "Lori?" "Yes?" "I guess then, that the only
real question I can ask is: if you had to do this day over - all of
it, would you?"

   "N..No. No, I wouldn't. I think I needed this, maybe." "We all
need it sometimes..." it was Amanda. She had crawled up onto the
bed while I was asleep.

   "I'm never going to forget this day. I've never done anything as
wild as this."

   "Well, I haven't either." "Well, I have...but I've never gotten
caught before" Amanda admitted sheepishly, "and Lori, what Paul and
I did, that was me. Maybe you don't think it's right. But I don't
think it was wrong."

   "Then I guess you're just a little more, um, liberal about those
things than I am."

   "Would you like to be like me?" "I don't know - doing what we
did today just seems wicked. Not bad-wicked, really. Rebellious, I
suppose. Sort of a dirty little secret... it's like, when I was a
little girl, one of the priests at my church had a heart tattooed
on his ankle - I only saw it once. It was his dirty little secret.
This is mine."

   "I started shaving my pussy right after the first time I had sex
with a girl, Melissa, for the first time. I saw her picking a hair
out of her teeth - I don't know if she was joking or what, but I
decided to shave. She shaved, too...both of us shaved like, around
our pussies. No big deal, right? Women that wear bikinis do it all
the time... but for us, it was...we had to go to PE like that when
school started. But nobody really noticed. Since then I've been
going between no hair, like now, and just a little. It's like, a
big deal walking around in a skirt with no underwear and a bald
snatch. Ya' know, you like, start thinking things like, would this
guy treat me the same way if he knew I shave my snatch, or that I
like to fuck chicks. It's cool."

   "I might like to try that. Do you have a razor I can use?
Scissors? Shaving cream?"

   "What? You mean NOW? HERE?" "Why not? I'll even let you watch.
I'll even let your roommate watch if he wants!" Clearly, Lori was
very different from the young woman she had been on Wednesday.

   "Well, Lori, it itches, for one thing, about two days after you
do it, from the hair growing back. If you're really sensitive,
you'll probably get a rash."

   "I want to do it. Really.It'll be like a bikini wax, only more
so." She

   started to climb over me, to the edge of the bed. "Where do you
keep

   your razor?" "Use Ed's. I think it's still in the package."
"Where is

   it?" "I'll get it for you. Try not to step on him when you get
down,

   okay?" I managed to find the items Lori requested with only a
minimum of hassle. Didn't even need to turn on a light. I handed
Lori my robe.

   "What's this for?" "You're naked. You're in a male dorm.
Remember?" I

   couldn't see a damn thing, but I'm sure she blushed a little. As
we were getting ready to walk out the door, Amanda stage-whispered
to Lori "Remember: it's just like shaving your legs. Soak in warm
water first, THEN shave."

   We took to the hallway. Standing down by the bathroom were two
of my friends, Jim, and a somewhat-less-than-sober Bart. They
grinned as we walked by. Bart tried to give me a high-five but
missed, slapping his hand into the wall. "Ow...Don' worry. We'll
keep watch..."

   "Yeah. We'll cover you." "Where were you guys four hours ago..."

   "Gettin' plastered!" Bart explained. "No shit." said Jim. I
followed

   Lori on into the bathroom. I suppose I should say a few things
about bath-tubs in male dormitories, or at least mine. But I won't,
excpet to tell you that neither I nor anyone I knew had ever heard
of them being used as such. So they were both a little filthy.
However, our choice was made for us when we discovered a short,
blonde guy sleeping in one.

   Lori and I cleaned it as best we could. A half-hour later, Lori
declared it marginally fit for bathing and sat down in the tub.
Then she shooed me off. I'm not sure why. I'd seen everything
already, anyway. I chose to sit down in the shower stall next to it
and pretend I was drunk. People generally ignore the suffKimg
inerbriated, and I didn't want any more trouble.

   Lori finished, she modeled her new "look" for me. She was
utterly smooth, like a baby's skin. Looked great. She must've been
proud of herself.

   Bart had his head in the water fountain we we came out. "What's
he doin'?" I think he's trying to sober up. He just remembered that
his parents're coming for a visit in four hours, or something."

   "Makes perfect sense. Sure." "Yeah...say, uh, who's yer woman?"
"Oh.

   Sorry. This is Lori...I mean Ama...I mean Kim." Lori did a
model's

   turn. She let the robe hang open. "Pleased to meet you, Lori or
Kim or

   whatever." Jim giggled. "This is Jim." "Hi Jim." "I like your

   breasts." "Why, thank you. Sam, your friend is very polite. I
think I

   like him." "You guys are strange, man" "And you're the one
standing

   here WATCHING a drunk guy..." "I'm not <hic> drunk!"
"...not-sober guy

   wash his head in a water fountain." "Good point." As we walked
back down the hall, I noticed that Lori was walking a little
bowlegged.

   "Are you okay?" "I'm just great. Feels good to be free."
"Whatever." When I climbed back up to the top of me loft, I found
that Amanda had rolled into a position that absolutely maximized
the amount of space she occupied.

   I chose to sleep underneath my computer desk. Lori didn't seem
to mind disturbing her. There were two women in the room, neither
of them were sleeping with me, and to top it all off, I wasn't even
in a bed. Sigh.

   I woke up a bit later to find Amanda moving down between Ed and
me. "Lori is a bedhog." she said.

    POUNDPOunDThuD. The traditional Saturday morning wake-up call.
I could rest safe once again in the knowledge that I still had a
good four hours of sleep to go.

   "The Tick is on dammit! ED! What, does Sam have a woman again?"
I sat

   up. Hit my head on the desk. It hurt. Luckily, Amanda seemed to
be gone. Ed opened the door. "You...are a fucko, dipshit. Yes, Sam
had a woman"

   "Then what's he doing down there?" "Bumping my head, dumbass. Go
away. I wanna sleep. With my woman." I pointed up.

   "Oh. That's a woman all right. Never gotten this close to one
before."

   "Get OUT!" "Give me floppy disks!" "Out, before I'm forced to
break

   you, Alan." "Very poisonous. Don't touch me." Ed pushed Alan out
into

   the hall. I decided to move up onto the bed, sleeping Lori or
no. She cuddled against me as soon as I settlled down. Lori might
be a bedhog, but only in a GOOD way. I went back to sleep.

    I didn't sleep very long; Certainly not the four hours I was
hoping to get. I was awakened by polite knocking at my door. I knew
right away that who ever it was didn't live on my floor.

   I trudged over to the door. Amanda rushed in as soon as I opened
it.. "Did you know that it costs THREE DOLLARS to get a bowl of
cereal if you don't live in this place?"

    "Uhmmm...no...." "Oh. It does. I'm going down to Alan's room
now.

   Wanna come along?" "Let me go first. I want to be down there to
see the look on his face when you call up."

   "Call up?" "Sure. Females have to be escorted at all times,
remember?"

   "Oh. so I should go downstairs and wait for him." "Exactly."
"Gotcha.

   See ya'"

   Alan's room was filled Saturday-morning cartoon fanatics. Nearly
a dozen, all told, sitting on any available horizontal surface
before the television.

   "Sam!", they yelled when I came in. "HA! I knew that you would
one day give in to your ingrained human need to watch cartoons on
Saturday morning! HA!"

   "Shut the hell up Alan. The only reason I'm down here is that
you woke me up. Dumbass."

   "Hey Sam, where's yer chick?", said Steve, the long-haired guy
from Nashville.

   "Yeah, I wanna see her tits again!" "You can be quiet any time
now, Jim. She's still asleep. Guess I wore her out last night."
"You saw her tits? Cool! What about the rest of her?" This was from
Chris, Paul's roomate.

   "Yes, she's pretty hot. Blonde. Great ass." "So...uhm, like how
did

   you, uh...see her tits, anyway?" "She showed 'em to me in the
hallway last night. They were goin' to the bathroom or somethin'."
I saw Paul roll his eyes.

   "Shitty..." Steve again. "How's Bart, anyway?" "I dunno man, his
Dad looked awful pissed when they showed up this morning..." That
was Abdallah, Bart's roommate.

   The telephone rang. "Yeah....you're WHERE? Why? All right...I'll
be down in a sec... that was my sister, people. She's HERE! Why is
she here? I don't know!  This sucks! If anybody says or does
ANYTHING weird, I'll, um, hafta get somebody to hurt them. I'm
leaving. Ed! You're in charge of the remote." He darted out of the
room.

   Alan came back a few minutes later, Amanda in tow. She'd had the
good sense to carry her knapsack with her. She was wearing a short,
tight black tube dress, and had tied her hair into a short pony
tail.

   The first words spoken upon her entrance were: "Is she legal?"
Amanda

   even managed to blush slightly. "I'm fifteen." "OK, um, this is
my sister. I don't know why she's here and I'm hoping she'll leave
soon, but for now she's here. Somebody get up so she can sit down.
Um, these're the guys. We're watching TV."

   "Hi Ed. Hi Speechless. Long time no see. So, like, who're these
other guys?"

   "Ed. Sam. Jim. Chris. Abdallah. Rafat. Rome. Craig. Rob. Chris.
Marsboy. Paul." Alan pointed at each of us. Paul wore the
expression of someone who had just realized that he had slept with
his own mother.

   "Close your mouth, Paul. You look like a dumbass." "So, um, this
is

   your sister?" His voice was quivKimg slightly. "Well, according
to my

   parents, yeah." "Hi everybody." Amanda gave a tiny wave. Paul
just

   stared. "So...what're you doing here?" "I came up to, ya' know,
see the campus. Specifically, the part with the like, fraternities
on it." "Those guys suck! Find some real men. Like me. Or even Rob.
Or Sammy."

   "What about me?" It was Mark, referred to by all as "Marsboy"
"Nope,

   you're just a pussy." "You're going to hell for saying that,
Sam." "If there's girls down there like Amanda, I'll save everybody
the time and kill myself now!" Amanda rolled her eyes.

   "Well, anyway, I must be off...a drunken orgy awaits. Ta-ta."
She slinked toward the door.

   "Waitaminute! Drunken orgy? Did Dad SAY you could go to a
drunken orgy?"

   "Well...no." "Then you aren't leaving." "Then I guess I'll just
have to start one here!" She gleefully plopped down on Paul's lap
and blew in his ear, "how 'bout it, big boy?" From where I was
sitting, as well as many of the rest of the guys, it was painfully
obvious that her dress was the only thing she was wearing.

   "That's it! Everybody out...NOW!" Pretty much everybody filed
across the hall, to Paul's room. The cartoon schedule continued
uninterrupted. I walked back to my room instead.

    Lori was STILL asleep when I got back to my room. I briefly
considered going to sleep, but decided against it. Instead, I
decided to check my Email, a task which can and has required hours
of otherwise useful time.

   POUNDPOunDThuD. It was Alan. And Amanda. "Sam, I like, need a
place to keep my sister while I eat lunch. Do you mind?"

   "No problem." "Just keep her from leaving. I'm sure she won't do
anything, but, like, I don't want her out running around or
anything."

   "Right." "Cool!" Once Alan left, Amanda sat down. She was
pouting.

   "That didn't work the way I wanted it to... I was hoping to..."
"I know what you wanted to do. You wanted to embarass Paul. And
that's fine."

   "No, actually, I wanted a drunken orgy..." "Oh. You know,
there's only

   one problem with that." "Like, what?" "There were a whole bunch
of guys in there. There's only one of you. What were the other ten
people going to do?"

   "Well, I think I can handle, what, three, four, maybe five guys
no problem. The rest of you could watch and jerk off or, maybe
like, get together with each other...I don't know...besides, if we
can get Lori in on it, then there'd only be a couple that didn't
have something to fuck."

   "OK...maybe, but that's only if you can get Lori to go along
with

   it..." "Go along wit' wha...?" Lori was rubbing her eyes. "Would
you

   like to have sex with a whole bunch of guys all at once?"
"...not

   tonight dear I have a headache." "Seriously!" "Only if I really
liked them all. And had a lot of condoms. And if my pussy didn't
hurt." "Oh. OK. Well, the guys are a bunch of Sam's friends. Your
cunt will feel better in no time, and I think I saw a box of
condoms laying on a desk in here someplace..."

   "Well then, I guess I could, maybe WATCH at least..." "GREAT!
I'll have

   a batch in here right away!" "Not NOW. Wait until later. Like
tonight."

   "Huh-uh. I want some NOW. A whole bunch. All at once." "Can't it
wait until later? Lori needs to go home and get cleaned up. Clean
clothes, all that stuff. Besides...it's your call, but I don't know
if I can stay with you if you're going to do this. Either of you."

    "I haven't said I'm going to do anything. I just want to be
every bit as depraved as Amanda."

   "Then you've got a loooonnggg way to go Lori." "You're right. I
can't even possibiy comDick. Maybe I'll just zip on over to
confession or something instead..."

   "The priest'd probably molest you on the spot." "Cut that out!
They're

   not like that at all." "Sure Lori..." "Anyway...." "Oh. Yeah.
You're right, I guess. Maybe fucking fourteen different guys at one
time like, WOULD be a strain on a relationship..."

   "He didn't mind when I asked Ed to join in last time I was
here." "That's different. I knew you wanted Ed, too... but these
guys, these guys're just fourteen people that happened to be in
Alan's room when you were in there. Were you even thinking about
doing this when you walked in?"

   "Well, yeah. It's like, one of those things that every nympho
dreams of, you know. Lots of people, all at once and all that."

   I groused a little bit. The girls went on with their planning.
The plan was really pretty simple. Lori was supposed to stand out
in the hall by the bathroom. All she had to do was tell a few
people that she was really horny and needed love. If they were
interested, she'd tell them to be in my room at 6:00pm. and to
bring a friend. If anybody asked what she was doing, she told them
that she was waiting for her boyfriend in the bathroom.

   My part in the plan was fairly simple: leave. Go to Alan's room.
Wait it out if couldn't handle it, or else be there for the orgy...

   When six o'clock rolled around I was sitting in Alan's room. I
decided it would be better for me that way, not to see what the
girls were doing. So I sat in Alan's room and watched Star Trek
videos with Alan.

   That was fine until Steve knocked on the door. "Hey Sam, did you
know there's a coupla girls in your room that're fuckin' everybody
that walks in?"

   "Yes." "Whoah! Girls." Alan got up. "Waitaminute! I left Amanda
down there!"

   "Don't worry, I left her with Ed. I'm sure she's not doing
anything YOU wouldn't do if you were an incredibly horny,
lust-filled teenage girl surrounded by eighty equally horny men..."

   "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGH" He made a mad dash for
the

   door. "So, have you been down there yet, Steve?" "Yeah. It was
awesome. The one girl, Amanda I guess, probably had four guys on
her. I had me some o' that.... the other one, the blonde, was only
doin' one guy at a time. She wasn't fucking, either, just sucking.
Had me some o' that, too. So, Sam, which one is your woman, an'
why're you letting her do it?"

   "Neither. Both. I'm not sure. Amanda - Alan's sister - I've been
doin' her for, what? 'bout a month I think... but, uh, I really
can't call her mine. She's sorta like communal property. Lori - the
blonde - yesterday she was a virgin..." I laughed weakly.

   "No shit? Shitty...but you've been gettin' it from Alan's sister
for HOW long?"

   I told him my story. He grinned and shook his head. "Well, I
guess

   you've got it goin' then. Cool." "By the way: what're my lovely
nymphos

   doin' for birth control?" "Oh. Man...bring your own condom all
the way. That's all y'all need to get in."

   "Oh. Well, at least they're doing something..." "Catch ya' later
man, I

   gotta go enjoy a post-fuck Marlboro." "Smoke one for me, man."
I was surprised that Alan hadn't come back yet. I had expected him
to come rushing back with his sister almost as soon as he had left.

   I took the time to reflect on what I wuss I was. My lovers were
right down the hall screwing everybody they could find, and I was
too much of a pansy to go down there and tell them to stop OR to
join them in the fun. It was something of a moral dilemma.

   

   Alan came back about an hour later. His unbrushed hair looked
even more mussed than usual. His sweatshirt was stretched out of
shape. To top it all off, he was zipping up his fly just as he
walked in.

   "Girls...whoah..." He said in a zombie-like monotone. He fell
face-first on the floor.

   I ddin't know what they had done to him, so I elected to go find

   out... When I returned to my room I found Amanda curled up on
the floor, using Ed, Paul and Jim for a human mattress. Ed's bed
sloped downward at a very odd angle. A moment's inspection showed
the bedframe to be bent in two places, broken in a third. Lori was
sitting on top of my loft, swinging her legs back and forth.

   "So how'd it go? Anybody still horny?" Paul and Jim groaned. Ed
made an odd gurgling noise. Amanda said "I am!" With undeniable
enthusiasm, even.

   "Eighteen." "What's eightteen?" "The number of guys she did just
now."

   "Nineteen if you'll take your pants off..." "That's quite all
right...say, um, what did you guys do to Alan? He ran off to get
you, stayed down here awhile, then came back and passed out on his
floor."

   "Isn't it obvious what they did?" said Paul. "Yeah...they,
uhm...."

   "We fucked him!" Amanda's grin widened. "Forgive me if I'm
wrong, but

   isn't Alan your brother, dear?" "YUP! I've wanted him for AGES.
Ya' know, incest is best and all that shit."

   "Oh. Whatever." "I did him, too. And Ed..." "Somebody told me
that you

   were just giving blowjobs." "Well, I decided to make an
exception. Wish I had done it sooner..." she said whistfully.
"Besides, condoms don't taste very good." She made a face.

   "I think I'll be walking bowlegged for a week! God what a
weekend!"

   

    Epilogue (Sorta): The Bit At The End

    Clean-up was a bitch. Especially the condoms. They were all
over the place. We even found one hanging in the smoke detector.
None of us wanted to touch them. In the end, I found what appeared
to be a car's broken radio antenna amongst Ed's piles of useless
junk. That worked fine. We collected the slimy things into a
plastic zip-lock bag, then put that bag inside a second plastic
bag, which we tied shut and threw into the garbage. It took us
hours to get everything straightened out. (That's one thing you
don't see a lot in porno movies...the clean-up.)

   Ed's bed STILL hasn't been fixed. He sleeps on the floor. The
cleaning ladies wouldn't accept Ed's sheets, either. He had to pay
for the old ones before they'd give him any more.

   Amanda slept in her brother's room that night. She said mine
smelled like sex - which it did, and still does, despite the fact
that our window is open at almost all times. Of course, she came
back and gave Ed, Lori and me a goodbye group-fuck early Sunday
morning, before she left. She left me another pair of underwear -
the only pair she had worn that weekend, too.

   The next day, Lori went back to her own dorm, her clothes
wrinkled and even torn in a couple of places. I got a call from her
a couple hours later. "Come over to my room. I need your help. I'll
be waiting at the back stairwell."

   It turned out that she wanted me to carry a whole bunch of her
things over from her room to mine. She never asked me, I never
asked Ed. It just happened. She lives with us now... showers
unabashedly in our bathroom, walks around wearing nothing but her
undies. If anything, the rest of the guys on the floor like it. She
made Ed clean up his mess - even got him to shave. It's really been
a remarkable transition for all of us. She sleeps with one of us at
night, me, Ed or Alan sometimes, and she's faithful in her own way,
to our little group. She eats with us. We do homework together. We
even got Dick to make us a little label with her name on it for our
door. And she watches cartoons with us on Saturday mornings.

   But the best part is, Amanda's coming back. Today is Wednesday,
and she'll be here Friday. So will Kelly. It'll be great. And the
music just keeps playing....

   

    THE END (for now)

   NOTES:

   If you don't understand Italian, the important parts of the
arias I mention are that:

   1.) "Nessun Dorma" translates to English as "No Man Shall
Sleep", and ends with a cry of "Vincero" (victory!)

   2.)"E lucevan le stelle" translates as "And the stars would be
shining. It's last line translates as "Never have I loved Life as
I do now."

   If you are less than familiar with the music I continually
reference, I urge you to find and listen to some of it. It really
is pretty.

   Names: This story draws it's characters from people that I, the
author know in real life. They have been informed of it's
exsistance. Almost all names have been changed (Mine, for example,
was not). If you're wondering, yes, there are college students that
get up on Saturday morning to watch cartoons.

   The female characters are all completely fictitious.

   This story is copyright (c) 1995, by Samuel Laker. It maybe
redistributed freely in electronic form, so long as the text
remains unmodified.

   The author may be reached for comment, critisism at
mercutio1@email.com.

   Flames may be directed to mstephan@expert.cc.purdue.edu.