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Posted by: ryanedw@ix.netcom.com (Ryan Edwards)
no copyright 1997, so duplicate this mutha!
DISCLAIMER: Claim what you want, but this is complete fiction. Nobody is
what they seem. The guy? That's only what you THINK. So none of the
characters are based on reality. Except maybe Binkie the Mailman. If
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
[special guest: Sick Little Monkey]
Chapter 1
It was a hot day outside, but the air at least was crisp and dry.
Moving into the dorms today would be a job, but at least it wasn't too
humid. Sarah hated the way the sweat clung to her on days like that,
soaking through her clothes and making her jeans feel like they were made
out of lead. Today, as she glanced at the cloudless blue sky and squinted,
would be a good day, she thought. She wiped her brow with the back of her
hand and picked up the box she had rested, teetering on the stone in front
of the dorm.
"Have you got it?" cried Hank, rounding the corner of the building
just behind her. Hank was the only friend of hers from her high school who
also been accepted to the same university, but Sarah was glad enough to at
least have him around.
"Yeah, but could you get the door for me?" she replied, nodding her
head in the direction of the entryway door just beyond her. Her dark brown
hair cascaded down her forehead and flew right into her face. "Pfew!"
Sarah spat air, trying to blow her long hair back away from her eyes. She
knew she should have put it up before grabbing the first box.
"Got it," said Hank. He balanced the box he had on one knee, then
opened the door quickly and propped it open with his body. Once they had
all of Sarah's stuff inside, they could drive across campus and get his
things put away too. The sun felt good on his face, and Hank felt a small
butterfly in his stomach. Moving in was a half-traumatic, half-
invigorating experience! As soon as he got his parents out of town (after
hitting them up for lunch, hopefully!), life would really start taking off!
He had already seen about ten girls he wouldn't mind getting to know
better, and this was just the first day.
A little shiver of anticipation ran down his spine. He was about 6
feet tall with dark blonde hair and reasonably well-built. He had dated a
little bit in high school; in fact, he and Sarah had been an item for a
couple months back in junior year. But college was definitely . . . an
opportunity. Hank came out of his daydream when Sarah brushed by.
Sarah passed him and entered the building, turning around to go up the
stairs to the second floor. Being 5'8", she didn't have any problem with
all the boxes that she and her parents had packed the previous week, but
she was still glad to have both them and Hank, not to mention Hank's
parents, helping out. Moving away from home was a little hard, but at
least Hank was around, and she could always get her folks to come pick her
up for a weekend if she ever got really desperate. Besides, her best
friend Carrie was going to be going to school about two hours away, and the
phone bill wouldn't be too bad even if they talked all the time. And then
there were all the people she was going to meet here, too.
At the top of the stair Sarah turned and walked down the hallway,
stopping at the third door on the right. She laid the box to rest on the
floor next to the door and fished out her key from her pocket. Hank's dad
entered the hallway, immediately followed by her own parents. Apparently
Hank was still holding the door. Sarah smiled knowingly. That was one
thing Hank was always pretty good at, especially when they had been dating:
the little common courtesies.
She slid the key into the lock and twisted to the right, pushed, and
stuck her heel at the base of the door to keep it ajar. "Oh, hi!" came a
voice from the room in a loud, friendly greeting. It must be either Sandy
or Alison, thought Sarah.
"Hi! You must be Sarah," said the girl, propping the door open
herself and beaming in a wide, toothy smile. "I'm Alison. Sandy's out
getting her photo ID. Do you need some help?"
"Hey Alison," said Sarah, smiling. "Thanks, but I've already got five
other helpers! If you could just get the door, we'll be done in a hurry."
As she entered the room, Sarah's parents and the Millses followed,
greeting Alison as they came, laded with Sarah's luggage and boxes. Hank
was the last one in. A drop of sweat had beaded up on the tip of his nose,
and Hank blew it off with a quick breath from his mouth. "Hi, I'm Hank,
Sarah's friend," he said, grinning at Alison.
"Alison. Pleased to meet you," she replied, focusing on his face. He
was definitely handsome, she thought, although not as huge as the football
player who had helped her with her things yesterday. She liked that,
actually.
The room was well-lit by the sun streaming in through the windows, but
it showed just how dusty the place was. There were two rooms off the main
room, one on either side and each with its own door. "Sandy and I put our
stuff in the room on the left," said Alison. "So the other one's all
yours."
"Thanks," said Sarah. She was the first one to enter her room, and
she almost ran into the opposite wall once inside. It was definitely a
cozy arrangement! At least there was another window on the left, but only
one. She plopped the box down on the stained mattress in one corner of the
small room and quickly extricated herself so that the others could place
their things inside.
"You can just pile stuff in the common room, if you guys want," called
Alison. "That's what we did."
"Good idea," said Hank. He dumped his box and made for the door
again, smiling again as he passed Alison. She certainly wasn't too bad, he
thought. About 5'5" or so and pretty cute with those pale blue eyes and
reddish hair. Alison winked at him as he passed . . . or did she? Out in
the hall, Hank frowned as he skipped down the stairs. "Did I just imagine
that?" he muttered to himself.
"Well it's not much, I suppose," said Sarah's mom, glancing around the
single room with a squint. "But at least you're in good company, right?"
She smiled at Alison and walked toward the door.
"Darn straight," said Alison. "We'll take good care of her, ma'am."
"I'm sure you'll all have a wonderful time here," replied Mrs.
Kittredge as she entered the hallway. Her husband followed her out.
"I hope Hank's room is as nice as yours is," offered Mr. Mills as he
followed the Kittredges.
"Oh, is he moving in too?" asked Alison.
"Yeah," said Sarah. "I think he said he's living in Forester, across
campus."
"Wow, that's handy!" said Alison, in surprise. She turned to the
Millses. "He'll be welcome here anytime, in case he winds up in a real
dump," she said, laughing. "You know, Sarah, Sandy and I were thinking we'd
like to go grab a couch and maybe some other furniture for the room
sometime. They're selling stuff along the main drag through campus."
"We brought along a futon already, but it's not really big when it's
folded up. That's probably a good idea," replied Sarah. "We should really
get a nice, thick carpet or something." Sarah fished a scrunchie out of
her back pocket and bent over to gather her hair up.
They were alone in the room; the others had left to gather more of
Sarah's things. "Nice boyfriend," said Alison with awed inflection. "And
he's going to school here too? Geez! What'd you do in a past life? My
boyfriend went to college out on the West coast a year ago, and things
didn't exactly work out."
"He's NOT my boyfriend," replied Sarah placidly, smoothing her hair
back away from her forehead. "Hank and I are just good friends. He and I
went to high school together, and he's a really great guy. We dated a
little while a few years ago." She scratched underneath a bra strap.
"Oh," said Alison.
"Great day today, huh? I love this kind of weather. Hot, but not
sticky hot."
"Yeah, you're lucky. Yesterday was pretty steamy. At least I had my
bathing suit with me. I had to wear it while moving in, I was sweating so
much. I hear it might get hot like that again soon, though." Alison moved
to the windows and watched Hank walk toward the entryway door below with an
armful of boxes.
"Well, I've got my suit too," said Sarah. "I guess we'll be ready for
it, right?" She walked toward the door.
"Yeah," answered Alison, thinking of other things.
****
Chapter 2
****
Hank juggled a small box in his left arm while trying to rub his eyes
with his right hand. He took the time to examine the spotless night sky
above him. After a full day of moving, both his stuff and Sarah's, he was
pretty tired. He stifled a chuckle when he recalled how his mother had
offered to drive him back home "for just one more night's sleep in his own
bed" (like he would never get back home again). His parents were still
adjusting to an empty nest, because without Hank or his older brother,
their house would seem pretty empty. Hank quickly pushed the nostalgia out
of his head and reoriented himself to the campus lay-out.
He was looking for Sarah's dorm. Somehow, one of Sarah's boxes had
gotten in with his stuff, and he was concerned that Sarah would be needing
its contents sooner rather than later (the box was marked "clothing" but he
guessed it was probably small stuff like lingerie). He stifled a slight
blush that came with the realization he could be holding his ex-
girlfriend's underwear.
Sarah's room was closed up, and as he entered the hall he worried no
one might be there and he'd have to make this trip again tomorrow. As he
approached, however, the muffled but unmistakable sound of a CD emanated
from behind her room's closed door. He knocked loudly, and he was pleased
when Sarah's roommate Alison answered. Hank wasn't 100% sure, but he could
have sworn this girl had winked at him earlier. She had also changed her
clothes from earlier that day. Now, Alison was wearing hot-pant length cut
off jeans and a flimsy white T-shirt with the word "Girl" in black letters
across the front. He guessed it was a concert T from a band he'd never
heard of before.
"Hey, you're Sarah's friend Hank, right? Long time no see!" she joked
opening the door wide for him to enter.
"Yeah, hi, ummm this is Sarah's; it got in with my boxes by mistake
and I thought she'd want it," he said apologetically.
"Hold on a sec." Alison went over and muted the stereo. "Okay, well,
Sarah's not here. She went off with Sandy to that freshman mixer. I
thought it'd be lame, so I decided to stay."
Hank shifted awkwardly with the box cradled in both hands now. He had
lowered it so the box covered the growing swelling in his jeans. Alison's
reddish hair and her nicely proportioned frame were quite a turn-on.
"I'll just, ummm, put it into her single, okay?" Hank offered.
Alison waved him into the room with a big grin. Hank placed the box
into the corner and noticed Sarah had already put up a few pictures. He
was somewhat surprised to see a picture from their junior prom, when they
had still been an item. He was pulled out of his contemplation by a hand
on his shoulder.
"Hey," Alison asked, "is that you and Sarah in high school?" Alison
was looking over his right shoulder, her breath gently beating against his
back.
"Yeah," Hank said softly and without elaboration.
Alison moved a bit closer to Hank's back. "You two were cute
together, what happened?"
"Oh, it just didn't work out. You know, the old 'friends dating
friends' thing."
"That's a shame. You dating anyone now?"
Hank thought he was picking up some flirtatious vibes, but when he
turned around, his eyes nearly fell out of his head. Alison had removed
the "Girl" shirt and was now clad in just a blue bikini and her jean
cutoffs were partially unzipped revealing a matching blue bottom.
"Uh, no. I was hoping I'd meet someone here at school--"
She moved a paper-width away from his chest and mewed "Well, you've
met someone now."
Hank had to lean down a bit to make up the 5 inch height differential,
but he was rewarded for the slight effort with a deep, wet kiss. Her
tongue darted into and out of his mouth, and her hand began to rub the
front of his jeans. Her search ended when she shaped his bulging tool. As
they continued to lock lips, Alison guided him back to Sarah's bed. He
obeyed and lay back on his ex-girlfriend's half-made bed.
Alison leaned in on top of him; her hands had now thoroughly worked
his cock into a frenzy through his jeans. She undid the catch at the top
of his jeans and slid his zipper toward his socks. His bulging baton
tent-poled his plaid boxer until she mercifully unleashed it into the air
of the room. Her hands now circled his cock circumference and pumped like
a piston.
Hank was out of his mind. His hands reached around her back and
untied her bikini top. It fell light onto his chest. Hank moved his hands
so they were between him and Alison and stole a glance at her breasts.
They hung low, with hard little pink nipples. He groped her tit spheres
with mounting excitement as she slid her hands over his erect shaft.
"Ummmmm. Ugggg." Alison gurgled. She was responding to a squeeze of
her sensitive red nubs.
Hank could tell he was being driven by an expert. She worked his
glans between her thumb and forefinger and spread his pre-cum along the
shaft for lubrication. Just as he felt his balls tingle signaling an
imminent release, she released his johnson and sat back on the bed.
Alison finished the removal of her threadbare jean shorts, and then
tossed off her blue bikini bottom.
Hank quickly pulled off his shirt, boxers and jeans, just to make
things equal.
Their bodies meshed back together. Hank reached down and began to
finger Alison's moist tunnel. She rewarded him with a good long squeeze of
his penis. He began to pump his index finger into well-lubricated her love
basket, while his thumb sawed her engorged clittie. Her moans of pleasure
told him he was hitting all the right spots.
With startling ferociousness, Alison shifted her weight and sank her
face into Hank's crotch. He had to strain a bit to keep up with her
movements, but he nearly lost consciousness when her mouth hit his cock.
She concentrated her first kisses onto the very tip, pushing her tongue tip
into his penile slit and rimming the whole glans with admirable precision.
Hank nearly blew his load right then and there, for he had never received a
blow like this. In fact, he had only received a blow once before, from
Laurie after the senior prom, but she hadn't been into it and ended up just
jacking him off in the back seat of his Taurus.
Alison, however, was *really* into it. She worked her way down the
shaft, licking the sensitive skin along the underside of his shaft and
occasionally teasing the tingling flesh with her front teeth. Hank
reciprocated as best he could by adding his middle finger to his index
finger's invasion of her steaming hot vaginal slit. His finger pumping
matched her frenetic licking until they both were about to let loose.
Hank was the first to succumb. His tool jumped and spat its juices
into her throat. Alison swallowed like a trooper and even managed to
suction a little more of his seed out of his dwindling stalk. His fingers
continued their assault on her fuck tunnel.
She released her mouth from his cock and moaned. He jammed a third
finger into her slit, and she went off like a firecracker. "Uggg, ugg,
ohhhhh, uggg, ohhhh, UHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!"
The force of her orgasm drove her into Hank's chest. He gently
stroked her hair, still basking in the rush of feeling from the incredible
blow job she had just administered to his penis. She moved over to his side
and kissed him on the cheek.
"Sarah doesn't know what she's missing, " Alison cooed into his ear.
****
Chapter 3
****
Hank lay staring at his ex-girlfriend's ceiling. Alison had recovered
first, and was now striding confidently out of the room, going to take a
shower. (The girls were lucky enough to have a bathroom in their room.) Her
eyes were half-closed, and she had a serene, sly smile on her face; as
Hank's eyes followed her to the door, the swaying in her creamy white
buttocks, firm yet feminine, and the gentle, playful jiggling of her perky,
freckled breasts brought back the tingling in his exhausted pipe. But he
continued to lay there, wanting to savor the feeling and think things
through.
Without getting up, he glanced around the room. Sarah's room was
decorated with posters of Picasso and Dali prints, a picture of some TV
hunk (a silly leftover from high school crushes, he though to himself with
a wry smile), and the picture of them from the prom. This time he noticed
a smaller picture stuck into the frame of the prom picture, which he hadn't
noticed before.
It was a picture of Chloe, Sarah's beguiling best friend from high
school. Hank wondered to himself where Chloe was now; she had left half-
way through senior year under mysterious circumstances. Hank recalled with
another smile how the rumors had developed around her departure: she did
drugs; she was caught with the vice-principal on top and his son, the
captain of the football team, underneath; she was caught giving an
inappropriate education to a sixth-grade girl in the girl's room.
Ridiculous. But what if some of them had been true? he mused.
All he really remembered about Chloe was that she and Sarah had been
close. Real close - inseparable; it seemed to Hank as if they could
communicate with a glance. He often remembered the two of them
disappearing together at parties, leaving him alone; to talk about him, he
had assumed at the time.
Now he wondered about the true nature of Sarah and Chloe's
relationship. Sarah said she and Chloe had always enjoyed walking home
together through out grade school, and sleeping over at each other's houses
when they were younger. Sarah had never been quite as happy since Chloe
had left. And Sarah had often commented about Chloe's beauty, and teased
Hank that, if Chloe were a man, that Sarah would dump Hank for her.
And she had been beautiful - Hank recalled how her T-shirts would
barely fit around her spherical breasts, with the dark nipples threatening
to burst through the material. He admitted to himself that, even while
going out with Sarah, he had many times fantasized running his tongue up
and down her tawny, flawless skin, licking her from head to foot like a
postage stamp, and when she was properly moistened, fastening her envelope
closed around his love letter.
He looked down and realized that he was starting to stiffen up again,
a single drop of seed left over from his previous encounter starting to
appear at the tip. He started to get up off the bed to find a Kleenex,
when he froze at the sound of the door. Sarah was coming in the door,
sighing with exhaustion but humming softly to herself. The sound of the
shower would have drowned out the slight creaking of the floorboards had he
dared to move; but he sat there terrified. Would she walk into her own
room to find her ex-boyfriend standing in front of her bed, naked, semi-
aroused, staring at a picture of her ex-best friend and dripping spooge
onto her throw rug? He stood there in terror for a few minutes, not
relaxing until he heard her step into the bathroom. He slowly walked to
the door of her room and peeked around the corner. There were three sweaty
T-shirts on the floor - Alison's, Sarah's, and a third. The third belonged
to a tall black woman, probably Sandy, who had draped herself across the
couch. She was not wearing a bra; droplets of sweat gleamed on her small
but firm breasts and on her little cone-shaped nipples, and on her
incredibly long, slim ebony torso and legs. Just then Sarah came out of the
bathroom. She was not only topless but had stripped down to her panties.
Hank had not heard her and Alison exchanging friendly banter in the
bathroom; perhaps Sarah had slipped in and out unnoticed. Now Sarah sidled
sexily up to Sandy, coming to rest on the couch next to Sandy's head. Her
left hand gently stroked Sandy's forehead.
"C'mon, let's get to my room and close the door before my roommate
comes out of the shower," she whispered seductively.
"Mmm, I don't know if I can wait that long, baby," cooed Sandy. She
ran her long fingers up Sarah's thigh to her crotch and slipped her hand
under Sarah's panties.
Sarah squeezed her eyes shut and gasped. "But we only just met," she
murmured between breaths. "But it's been so long since I-" her last words
were cut off by another gasp; with the agility of a veteran, Sandy had
flipped on her stomach, wrapped one of Sarah's legs around the other side
of her head. Sandy's head was bobbing up and down, and she was making
slurping, gutteral noises. Sarah's eyes were still squeezed shut, and she
was whimpering rhythmically. Hank remembered that whimper well, and also
remembered the way that Sarah would start to fondle herself when she was
really excited, like she was doing now: cupping her own breasts and
stroking forward to pinch her own nipples, faster and faster, stopping now
and then to reach down to her crotch, lubricating her hands with a mixture
of Sandy's saliva and her own now freely flowing pussy juice. Hank
remembered that Sarah could get very wet, but had never realized just how
soaked she could get, judging by the state of the throw pillow that fell
out from under her ass. Hank was getting very absorbed in the coracious
feasting of Sandy, her dark, firm ass bobbing in front of his vision.
Suddenly he was overcome by the desire to climb on top of her and ride her
like a big black greyhound bitch. In fact he was so absorbed, he didn't
realize he was standing in the doorway until Alison came out of the
bathroom wrapped in a towel.
"Sarah!" exclaimed Alison.
"Alison?!" shouted Sarah. Her eyes popped open. "HANK?!"
"Mmph?" said Sandy, intent on her work.
"Sarah!" Hank stammered.
"Hank!" gasped Alison.
"Alison. . ." Hank continued to stammer.
"Sandy?" Alison asked, peering over the edge of the couch.
"Mmph!" said Sandy.
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"Freshman Week Fun"
by Rameses and Death
Chapters 1-3
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