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Here are the first three chapters of "My Life - In a Nutshell" by Tiki J.,
the story formerly known as "Sports Bra".
Author: "Tiki J." <tikij@hotmail.com>
Subject: RP: Sports Bra (1/3)(M/F, Oral, Rom)
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Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1998 21:31:00 -0600
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Here, once again, is Sports Bra, part 1. This will be a three part
story, I am also posting part 2 tonight. All of the comments were
appreciated, and if you have any more to make, let me know:
stcheese@hotmail.com
Disclaimer: This is a story about sex. That's why it is in
Alt.Sex.Stories. Figure it out. If you don't like sex, or are too
young to be here, go away and do something productive.
PART ONE
"Mmmm... sports bra," I thought in a Homer-esque way.
A tall, brunette jogger had entered the pool of light coming off one of
the university campus’ ‘lollipop’ lights, about 20 yards up the sidewalk
from me. I had just exited the library and was attempting to make my
way back home after a long day.
My day had started with a 7:45 physics test, for which I had been up
until 3:30 AM studying. Needless to say, I was looking forward to
getting some sleep as my first class the next day wasn’t until noon. I
had been awakened by the library’s closing bell. It was now 11:05, and
a cool September breeze had begun to blow from the north.
My progress was slowed considerably by my now basketball-sized ankle.
Earlier in the day, during the first intramural softball game of the
year, I had done my best Pete Rose impression, and had paid for it. I
was safe at home, but the run I had scored had cut our team’s deficit
only to single digits. We lost by 15 before the head umpire decided to
have pity on us.
My train of thought drifted as I thought of the cold beer and leftover
pizza waiting for me at home. These thoughts quickly left my mind as
the girl in the sports bra entered the next pool of light, only about 10
yards ahead of me.
I noticed she was looking at me. Staring, more like. I began to feel
like I should be recognizing this person about now, but was not. I
cursed my feeble mind as she quickly approached.
"Hi!" she said smiling warmly, "how was your day?"
She ran right up to me and hugged me. I was too stunned to answer. My
mind went into overdrive to try and figure out who this girl was. Was
she in a class? A person from my freshman year dorm? She was certainly
acting very familiar with me...
"Play along," she whispered in my ear.
"Kiss me," she said, only slightly louder.
I did. She returned the favor. Damn, she’s a great kisser, I thought.
As she backed away, she grabbed my hand and lead me away from my
apartment, cold beer and pizza. I did not mind.
She began to explain herself as we walked slowly back towards the
library.
"I was about 20 minutes into my run, when I noticed this creepy-looking
guy following me. I didn’t know what to do until you came along.
You’re the first person I’ve seen in almost 40 minutes," she said,
nervously glancing at her watch.
"I’m glad I could help," I said, almost as a question.
I looked over my shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of the offender. I
saw no one.
"Don’t look! That’s too obvious!"
"Isn’t that good?" I replied.
"Oh, yeah, I guess so," she quietly said, "Oh, my God, I’ve kissed you
and haven’t even introduced myself. And I feel like I know you so
well," she added jokingly. "I’m Serena."
"Good to meet you," I said, relieved that this was not someone I should
know, "I’m Cal."
"I think you saved my life. That pervert was probably going to drag me
off into the woods and rape me or something," she said, in a much more
serious tone.
"Oh, I’m sure that wouldn’t happen," I said, trying to reassure her.
"Didn’t you use the emergency call buttons?" I asked, referring to the
blue-lit kiosks scattered around the campus.
She explained how the library construction had forced her to take a
different route, and how she had looked, but somehow missed all of the
emergency phones. It was at about this time we both realized we had
made it all the way back to the plaza in front of the library.
"I didn’t even notice you were limping," she said with genuine concern,
"what’s wrong with your foot?"
"Oh, it’s not that bad," trying to be tough. Truth was, it hurt like
hell, and the pain that had started while I was reading in the library
was getting worse. "I just sprained it sliding into home. I play
intramural softball in the afternoon."
She knelt in front of me, giving me a great view down her sports bra,
and put her hand on the injured ankle, then felt the other ankle as a
comparison.
"You’re all swelled up. I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to drag you all the
way back down here, you were probably headed home, too, weren’t you?"
"Well, yeah..." I smiled awkwardly, trying to hide the pain in my face.
"I tell you what, I’ll make up for you saving my life. I’ll wrap that
up for you. I’m a sports medicine major, you know." She said with a
warm smile, "come on, its not that far. I live in Stewart."
"Oh, the Palace Dorm," I said. I had lived for one year in Spencer
Hall, the oldest, smallest and smelliest of the dorms on campus. It was
often referred to as Spencer Hell. Stewart Hall, the newest of the five
dorms on campus, was a veritable palace in comparison, hence the
nickname.
Having agreed to her offer, we made a left turn at the plaza and headed
toward the dorms. It was a walk I knew well. While living in Spencer,
I had a late evening job at the library’s circulation desk. The grove
of trees to the north of the sidewalk was a place of peaceful reflection
during the day, but tonight, the nearly full moon gave the trees a
ghost-like quality. Serena became visibly nervous. As we came to the
soccer fields, we heard a rustling in the grove.
"Look!" said Serena, pointing.
I followed her finger, and saw a man standing in the shadows of the
trees. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness surrounding him, I noticed
his blue soccer shorts were bunched up around his ankles, his right hand
furiously pounding his cock. He looked up and our eyes met.
Immediately, he pulled up his shorts and sprinted into the darkness of
the soccer field.
As I followed the figure into the trees on the other side of the field,
I felt Serena’s head on my shoulder. She was crying.
"We’ll call campus police when we get to your dorm," I whispered to her.
Putting my arm around her shoulder, we continued up the hill to her
dorm, as she shivered in the cooling air.
As my luck would have it, Stewart was the farthest building on campus
from the library, but we continued slowly up the hill, my aching ankle
complaining the whole way.
As we neared the door of the five-story building, Serena pulled out the
waistband of her shorts to retrieve her keys, which she had tied to the
drawstring. As she fumbled with the knot, I was able to take in her
body, which was now in the filtered light of the lobby.
She stood about 5 feet, 10 inches tall, with medium brown hair that
reached about halfway down her neck. She was wearing a navy blue Nike
sports bra, navy blue shorts, and Nike running shoes. She looked like
she belonged in a commercial for cross training shoes or something. I
immediately felt guilty for ogling over this girl, who was in need of
help. I smiled meekly as she finally got the keys free and looked up.
"I need something with pockets," she said, with a half-smile.
Her tears had made tracks down her cheeks, and I noticed that she had a
faint sheen of sweat on her upper chest. She let me in the door first,
and followed, telling me to make a right turn and go up the stairs. I
allowed her to pass on the landing, and she lead me to her room, number
216.
The door hung open, and her roommate was standing in front of a small
TV, holding a backpack.
In a quiet voice, Serena introduced us, and her roommate, Dana,
seemingly too caught up in America’s Funniest Home Videos, mumbled,
"hi."
Dana finally pulled herself from Bob Saget and picking up a keychain
from the desk, left the room, leaving the two of us alone.
"I think I’ll call campus police now," said Serena, "make yourself at
home," pointing the bottom bunk against the wall, "you can go ahead and
sit on my bed."
I carefully pushed aside a number of stuffed animals and tried to make
myself comfortable. Unfortunately, I had to slouch to the side to keep
my head from scraping the top bunk.
Serena managed to remain somewhat calm as she told her story to the
person on the phone. Apparently, she was then transferred to someone
else, who took a report, and asked her to come in to the office in the
morning. Agreeing to do so, Serena then hung up.
"I’m sorry, Cal, I’m going to go talk to my RA. I’ll be back in a few
minutes."
After assuring her that I didn’t mind, she turned left out her door and
headed toward her resident advisors’ room. I got up, narrowly missing
the top bunk with my head. I flipped through the channels, and was
shocked to see Conan O’Brien on already.
I woke up to see Serena sitting next to me on the bed, gently rubbing
my chest.
"Sorry I took so long," she said, with a smile, pulling a stuffed rabbit
from the side of my head.
"What time is it?"
"About quarter after two."
"Yikes," I said with a grin. "Good thing I don’t have class till
12:00."
"I don’t have class at all on Fridays," she said, sticking her tongue
out.
"Lazy bum."
"I just know how to plan my schedule. That way, I have three day
weekends every week."
"Whatever, you’re just lazy."
She began to tickle me on my stomach. "Am not."
I poked her in the ribs, "are too."
She giggled quietly, as to not wake the rest of the floor, who
undoubtedly, had class in the morning. Stretching, her sports bra
exposing more of her perfect flat stomach, she inhaled deeply.
"Damn! I stink!"
"Yeah, no shit," I said jokingly, poking her in the ribs again. She
immediately rolled over on top of me, tickling me in the sides.
"So do you! Take that back!" she whispered fiercely in my ear.
"No!"
She continued to tickle my sides, but I retaliated, tickling her exposed
stomach. We continued for a minute or two, giggling uncontrollably. I
rolled her over on her side, giving me better access to her, but after a
few minutes, we were both exhausted.
I rolled over on my back.
"I’d better go now."
"No!" she said a little too excitedly, "I mean, I still haven’t paid you
back for saving my life."
"Don’t worry about it. Besides, you need to take a shower," I said,
with a grin.
"Why don’t you join me?" she said, with a smirk on her face.
"Uh..." I nearly choked.
"Come on, you chicken?" she mocked me. "No one is up. Nobody will ever
know."
She leaned over, untied her shoes, removed her socks, then jumped off
the bed, shedding her shorts.
I glanced at the open door, wondering if there were 20 college girls
peeking in, hoping to catch a show. There weren’t.
She pulled the sports bra over her head, revealing the best pair of
breasts I had ever seen. Then she slid her panties down her long tan
legs and put on the robe that she had grabbed from the closet.
"Come on, Cal, no free shows," she said, hitting me in the face with a
spare towel.
Peeling the towel away from my head, I finally awakened from my stupor,
and began to remove one shoe, while she worked on the other.
Remembering the pain in my ankle, I winced a bit as she yanked my shoe
off.
"Sorry," Serena rubbed my ankle as I removed my other shoe.
Finally free of my shoes and socks, I leapt from the bed, banging my
head on the upper bunk as a tried to remove my shorts and stand in one
motion.
"Nice one, Mr. Smooth," she said, giggling.
"Shut up."
At this point, as I removed my t-shirt, I realized my dick had worked
itself up to about half mast. Embarrassed, I looked sheepishly at
Serena, and she turned and walked out the door. After taking off my
underwear and wrapping the towel around my waist, I noticed Serena
peeking around the door with an evil grin on her face.
"Nice," she said, slapping my ass as I walked past her in the hall.
Making sure there was no one in the bathroom, I cautiously entered.
Serena pointed to two adjoining shower stalls that were separated by a
curtain.
"If anyone comes in, it’ll look like there’s two people, but in separate
showers," she whispered.
She reached into the showers, turning both on, then removed her robe and
stepped in. I admired her perfect ass as she stepped over the threshold
to the shower, but my reverie was interrupted by her yanking me by my
arm into the stall.
She squirted some soap out of the dispenser, and motioned for me to turn
around. Starting at my shoulders, she began to lather up my back, then
down to my ass. Not yet satisfied, she scrubbed behind my ears before
turning me back around, steering with my shoulders.
Leaning over, she kissed me, her breasts brushing my chest, and
retrieved more soap from the dispenser. She spread the soap over my
chest, until it began to foam up, then moved lower. I gasped as she
reached my cock, which had reached full length by now. She massaged it,
soaping it up thoroughly, then moved to my balls, which she gave the
same treatment. I closed my eyes, enjoying every second of the thorough
cleaning I was getting. She moved closer, kissing me again, and wrapped
her arms around my shoulders as she pressed against me. Unfortunately,
she kept her legs tightly closed to prevent access to her.
"Your turn, sexy," she murmured into my ear, grinding her chest against
mine.
She turned me around so that I was in the stream of water. Reaching
over her to the soap dispenser, as she had done to me, I motioned for
her to turn around. I began at her shoulders, moving down her back, and
noticing the lack of any tan lines. I re-soaped my hands and began to
massage her firm ass, letting my fingers slide forward into her nether
regions. She gasped slightly, so I ventured further. She opened her
legs further, giving me unrestricted access to her pussy. She leaned
forward, and I inserted a finger, then a second into her moist twat.
She began to moan softly, and move back into my probing fingers. With
my free hand I reached around her body, massaging her firm, c-cup tits.
Her moaning became more intense, and she looked over her right shoulder
at me with a look of lust unlike any I had ever seen. She grabbed my
hand, pulling it from her crotch, and said, "that’s not going to be
enough."
Turning around, she grabbed me by the neck and pulled me toward her.
Raising her right leg, she grabbed my stiff rod and positioned it at the
entrance to her pussy. Using the shower wall as leverage, I pushed my
cock into her soap-lubricated hole. After a few pushes, I realized that
my aching ankle was not going to hold up, so I turned around, and with
my back against the wet, slippery shower wall, slid down into a sitting
position.
Serena began to glide up and down on my engorged tool, with increasing
urgency. I leaned forward and began to lick and suck her right breast,
massaging the other with my left hand. Her nipples stood out against
the rushing shower water and begged for my attention. I moved my to the
other breast, until she grabbed my head and kissed me for all she was
worth. Her motions on my cock began to quicken as she neared climax,
and I could feel that I was near reaching the point of no return
myself. Releasing the kiss, she began to bounce madly up and down on my
cock, her breasts bouncing inches in front of my face. Suddenly, her
face contorted and her pussy began to clamp down on my cock. I could
hold back no longer, and we both entered a massive orgasm at nearly the
same instant.
I peeked out the door to the bathroom, and noticed the clock at the end
of the hall read 3:13. Serena pushed me from behind.
"Let’s go. I’m freezing my ass off back here."
She flopped into the bed, her robe falling open to reveal her perfect
body, which was, at this point, covered with goosebumps. She hurriedly
covered herself with a comforter, and tossed her robe at me.
"I thought you were cold," I said, sarcastically.
"It’s warmer with two when you’re naked," she said, "you are staying,
aren’t you?"
"Is that an invitation?" I said with a smile.
"Well, duh," was the reply.
Removing the towel, I climbed under the covers with Serena. Suddenly, a
thought crossed my mind.
"What about your roommate?"
"She’s at her boyfriend’s." Serena replied, "she spends so much time
there, I don’t know why she bothers paying the rent for this place."
"Good storage I guess," I said, noticing the boxes piled up in a corner.
"It’s her TV and VCR, too, so I’m glad she lives her," said Serena with
a smile.
I chuckled.
"Thanks for saving my life," Serena said, then kissed my ear. "Have I
paid you back appropriately?"
"Hmm... I don’t know," I said with a smirk.
"Oh yeah," she said, reaching over and grabbing my dick.
"Yeah."
I rolled over to face her, kissed her cheek and rubbed her bare stomach.
"My ankle still hurts."
She smacked me on the forehead and grinned.
"We’ll have to take care of that in the morning," she said, rolling
over.
I put my arm over her shoulder and pulled her close.
******
The curtain billowed into the room as a chilly wind howled across the
campus. The first big storm of the year was sure to follow, and I was
freezing my ass off. Hard to believe that just yesterday, weather was
nice enough for me to take my usual jog in just shorts and a sports
bra. I put my arm over Cal, who was hogging the comforter, and snuggled
closer as I pulled the thick flannel sheet over my naked body.
He began to move slightly, so I asked him to go close the window.
Seeming to have no resistance because of his early morning stupor, he
slowly rose and made his way to the window. His bare ass looked perfect
in the filtered morning light, and the view when he returned was just as
spectacular. He climbed back into the bed, this time facing me.
"Good night," he said.
"Wake up, lazy butt. It’s after ten already."
"So. Don’t have class till noon," he said, barely coherently, "don’t
have to get up till 11:50."
I tickled his stomach, but it had no effect.
"Doesn’t work this early," he said with a tired smirk.
"Please," I said as I kissed his forehead.
"Uhn-uhn," was the mumbled reply.
I kissed his forehead again, then his cheek. No response. I kissed his
lips and licked them softly. Still, nothing. I made my way down to his
neck, then his chest. Still, he made no move. Under the darkness of
the sheets, I could see that his penis was hard. At least I was having
some effect on him.
Suddenly, he slid down towards the end of the bed, his face inches from
mine.
"Are we having a little party down here?" he asked, smiling and suddenly
awake.
I smacked him on the forehead, then kissed him. He kissed back,
passionately, and I rolled over on top of him. He started laughing.
"What’s so funny," I asked, mildly irritated.
"I’m about to fall off here," looking toward the floor.
I realized then that only his right side was actually on the bed. Just
then, our center of gravity shifted as he tried to turn back to look at
me. We ended up in a pile on the floor, naked as the day we were born.
I started giggling. I wasn’t cold anymore. His body acted as a
perfect, body-sized heater that seemed to keep every part of me warm.
Some more so than others.
He kissed me, and rolled over on top of me, farther away from the bed.
I was suddenly nervous.
"What if my roommate comes home?"
"She’s already here," snickered Cal, pointing toward the top bunk.
"When did she get here?" I whispered, suddenly wanting to cover myself.
Cal smiled mouthed the word "five."
"She’s been here since five?!"
I got up quickly and, as carefully as possible, climbed back into the
lower bunk, motioning for Cal to follow. He climbed in, and lay on his
back as I placed my head on his shoulder.
I rubbed my hand over his muscular chest, and kissed his check. He
turned toward me, and reached over my shoulder, pulling me closer. We
kissed for what seemed like ages before my hands began to wander again.
I put my arm around his waist, then pulled him as close to me as
possible, his hardening penis pressing against my stomach. Rolling over
on top of him, I continued to kiss him as his hands roamed over my bare
back and ass. I began to grind my hips into him, rubbing his cock. He
moaned quietly and broke our kiss, pushing me over onto my side. He
massaged my stomach with his gentle hands, then began to lick and kiss
the tops of my breasts. Moving his hand up to cup my left breast, he
kissed and licked in a circle around my nipple, moving closer to it on
each pass. Finally, he reached the nipple and began to suck and lick it
like a hungry infant. I moaned quietly as he continued, then moved to
the other breast. In the meantime, his free hand moved lower, brushing
through my pubic hair, barely missing my pussy.
I begged for him to move faster, as I felt my pussy begin to moisten.
He looked up and smiled, his blue eyes telling me that I’d have to wait
just a moment longer. His hand moved around to my ass, and I groaned in
disappointment. He continued his kissing and licking route to my belly
button, and finally, began to spread my legs apart with his hands. My
pussy dripping with anticipation, he rubbed his nose through my pubic
hair and to the top of my slit. Inhaling my fragrance deeply, he rolled
me over on top of him in a quick motion, so that we were in a 69
position. As he began to softly tease my cunt lips with his tongue, I
started to gently massage his balls.
His licking and sucking became more intense, and I reciprocated with his
cock. Grabbing it firmly with my right hand, I began to lick the
underside of his erect tool, teasing the head with the tip of my tongue.
His tongue found its way into my pussy and I shuddered. As he stroked
my clit with the tip of his tongue, I felt a familiar feeling build. I
released my grip on his cock and put my arms around his legs as his
probing tongue, and now, fingers, started me on an orgasm unlike any I
had ever had before. Forgetting I was in a dorm, I began to moan
loudly, grabbing onto his legs like the were the last thing holding me
on earth. My thighs clamped around his head, forcing him to keep up his
ministrations. Finally, after what seemed like hours, I started to
relax.
I rolled off of him, panting. His face appeared next to mine. I
grabbed his head and kissed him deeply, tasting my own juices.
"Wake up. I’ve got to go to class now," Cal said, sitting up.
"Oh. Did I fall asleep again?"
"Yeah. Looks like you had a pretty nice dream too," Cal said with a
grin, pointing to the wet spot on the sheet.
From above came a giggle.
"Yeah, a really nice dream," said Dana.
I looked at Cal with a shocked expression. He smiled back and shrugged
his shoulders. Leaning over, he whispered in my ear.
"I’ll give you a call."
"You don’t know my number."
"I got it off the phone," Cal said, pointing to the dorm issued phone.
He kissed me, then got up to retrieve his clothes. After putting on his
underwear, he sat down on the bed and I scratched his back as he pulled
on his shorts.
"Mmmm... that feels good."
"Cut it out down there. Once is enough for today," Dana said with mock
seriousness.
I just looked at Cal with the same shocked expression. Once again, he
shrugged his shoulders.
After putting on his shirt, he grabbed his backpack, walked to the door
and blew me a kiss as he walked out.
My pessimistic side wondered if I’d ever see him again.
******
I opened the door, hoping no one was home. I didn’t feel like dealing
with the questions: where were you? why are you wearing the same
clothes? My roommates were like a bunch of junior high school girls or
something. Always gossiping. I quickly made my way across the living
room, which was littered with empty beer cans, to my room. The pain in
my ankle had miraculously disappeared. I put the piece of paper with
Serena’s number on it and headed for the bathroom.
After relieving myself, I went to the kitchen. I’d had nothing to eat
since before my softball game yesterday at 3:30. Just as I opened the
fridge door, the front door flew open.
Bryan entered, as usual, loudly and destructively. Throwing his loaded
backpack onto the beer can covered coffee table, he yelled, "strike!" as
several cans crashed to the floor. About this time, he noticed me,
standing in front of the refrigerator, shaking my head at the spectacle.
"Hey, where have you been. Up late studying?" Sarcasm was a usual
component of his speech, but this time he was laying it on pretty thick.
"Yeah, fell asleep at the library. Had to stay overnight. Got locked
in," I responded, with equal sarcasm.
"Oh, and I thought perhaps the world’s last remaining 22-year old virgin
had scored," he said with a wide grin. "Guess not."
He turned and went to the bathroom, not bothering to close the door
behind him.
"Maybe someday, huh, Cal?" He yelled from the john.
As much of an asshole as Bryan was, he was very perceptive at times,
when he wasn’t drunk at least. Of course, he could have just been
reaching for something to insult me with.
"Whatever, Bryan," I said, half to myself.
I returned to my room to try and finish up the homework I had forgotten
to do for my 12:00 class. Hopefully, I could get in done in time to
take it up to campus before the professors’ office hour was over at
4:30.
Flipping my computer on, I sat down and guzzled some Mountain Dew. Last
nights’ activity had made me very sleepy at this point, and the soda was
all I could think of to keep me awake at the moment.
I decided to check my e-mail before doing my homework, delaying the
inevitable. Logging on, I discovered a message from Serena. Without
wondering how she got my address, I opened up the file and began
reading.
"Hi Sexy,
You left your wallet here, so I decided to look you up in the student
directory. Come pick it up, and I’ll take you out to dinner... or maybe
you’ll take yourself out to dinner ;).
Love,
S."
I felt around to my rear pocket, remembering the paycheck that was still
in my wallet.
After finishing my homework in record time, I hopped on my bike, riding
toward campus. Once I had dropped off the assignment, I headed up the
long hill to the dorms.
As I approached Stewart Hall, I realized I had left Serena’s number on
my desk at home.
******
"You didn’t!" Dana exclaimed.
"Yeah... I just had a good feeling about it though," I replied.
"I can’t believe you lost your virginity to a guy you only knew for two
hours!"
"It was more like three..."
Crack! Dana jumped up, looking out the window.
"Hey lover boy!"
I jumped up and ran across the room, pushing Dana from in front of the
window. Looking down from our second floor window, I saw Cal, blushing
and looking around nervously.
"Let me in," he said, quietly.
I practically tripped down the stairs as I ran to the door. Almost
knocking him out, I swung the outside door open with a flourish, and
hugged him.
"I’m glad you came."
"I had to get my wallet," he replied with a grin.
Using his wallet as a weapon, I smacked him across the forehead.
"There!"
******
"What did you have in mind for dinner?" I asked, rubbing my forehead.
"I don’t know, but I’m starving!"
"You’ll have to drive then, ‘cause I rode my bike up here," I replied,
"unless you’d like to ride the pegs."
"That sounds like fun," she said with an evil grin on her face. I
wondered if she meant what I thought.
Turning, she motioned for me to follow her inside.
As we climbed the stairs to her room, we met Dana coming down. She gave
Serena a big grin, and then winked as she passed me.
Entering her room, I crashed into her as she suddenly turned. At that
point, I noticed her eyes.
"You have beautiful eyes."
"No I don’t. They’re shit brown," she said, looking down.
"I love brown eyes," I said, holding her head up with my right hand.
She smiled shyly at me and turned me around with my shoulders.
"Let’s go. I’m hungry!"
******
I looked over at the clock. It read 10:03. Cal lay quietly sleeping at
my side as I ran my fingers through his hair, half-trying to wake him
up. He must not have gotten much sleep in the last couple of days.
Laying back, I thought about our evening. It had gone pretty well,
considering. We actually had a lot to talk about, which was nice. I
hoped that our conversation had taken his mind off of my ravenous
appetite, which had caused me to eat about twice as much as he did.
I climbed over Cal, pausing briefly to kiss his forehead. He still did
not stir, so I continued off the bed, and began taking my clothes off.
Leaning my naked body over him I whispered.
"Cal. Cal. Wake up. Hey."
"mmphh"
"You gonna sleep in your clothes or what?"
Finally, he open his eyes slightly.
"Probably not," he said, with the half smile that I had already grown to
love.
Sitting on his thighs, I pulled his shirt off over his head and began to
unzip his jeans.
Subject: Sports Bra (2/3) (M/F, Outdoor, Rom)
From: "Tiki J." <stcheese@hotmail.com>
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: Sat, 18 Apr 1998 21:31:11 -0600
Message-ID: <35396FFE.7927FF5B@hotmail.com>
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Here's part two of Sports Bra. This one's a bit shorter than part one,
but can stand on its own. If you didn't get part one, I've reposted it
tonight as well. Part three will be out soon to wrap things up. Once
again, comments, criticisms, etc. are welcome. Mail me at
stcheese@hotmail.com
TJ
Disclaimer: This is a story about sex. That's why it is in
Alt.Sex.Stories. Figure it out. If you don't like sex, or are too
young to be here, go away and do something productive.
PART TWO
I shut off the water and climbed out of the shower, reaching for a
towel. Walking out of the bathroom, I rubbed my hair dry and noticed
that Serena was still asleep. Throwing the towel on the back of a
chair, I walked over to the window and opened the curtains, allowing the
bright desert sun to shine directly on the bed. Turning back to the
bed, I noticed she was finally stirring. She looked at me with a
strange grin on her face.
"You know, all of Las Vegas can see your ass..."
"I don’t care," I said, turning around, "let ‘em see it all!"
A pillow struck me in the face as I turned back toward Serena.
"Weirdo."
Taking a running start, I jumped on the bed, nearly bouncing her out.
She pulled the medieval-themed comforter over her head as she tried to
roll away from me. Now laying on her stomach, I laid down entirely on
her and spoke through the comforter into her ear.
"Wake up sleepyhead. We’ve got lots to do today."
"Do you know what time it is?" came the muffled reply.
"Yeah, it’s 7:15."
"So lets do some math here. We went to bed at 4:00. How many hours
does that leave for sleeping?"
"Three."
"Three!! No normal person can function on three hours sleep, much less
have to meet someone’s parents."
She began to struggle beneath me, but I had her held down with my legs.
Sitting up, I began to pull back the comforter and sheet. Rolling over,
she whacked me in the side of the head with her pillow.
"Me need sleepy," she said with a tired smile.
"Not gonna happen."
I peeled the sheets farther back, revealing her naked body. About the
time I had uncovered down to her navel, she suddenly grabbed the
comforter from my hands.
"Cut it out!! Close the curtains."
"Aren’t you the person I had sex with in a dorm shower just a few months
ago? When did you get all shy? Besides, we’re on the 16th floor."
"Oh."
"Come on, get up... please?"
"Alright," she drawled, "you’re gonna have to help me shower, though."
"Say, you’ve never told me how you got this great tan," I said, running
my hand over her bronzed left breast.
"I’ll never tell."
"I’ll tickle you."
"Do me your worst."
"Fine. Never mind then," I said, hoping to play reverse psychology. It
didn’t work.
"Get off me if you want me up," Serena said, poking my stomach. "Ooh,
you’re getting fat!"
Sucking in my gut, I got up off the bed, pulling her up by her arms.
"Let’s go take a look out the window," I said, pulling her in that
direction.
"Maybe when I get some clothes on," she said, still being shy.
"I’ll cover up your important parts," I said, stepping behind her.
Wrapping one arm around her chest, and placing one hand on her crotch, I
walked her over to the window.
"See, this is what Vegas looks like in the daylight," I said over her
shoulder. The view out the east side window of the Excalibur was
unimpressive -- the airport followed by vast stretches of strip malls and
red tile-roofed houses.
"Great."
"Looks better at night, doesn’t it?" I said.
"Yeah."
She turned her head toward me and we kissed. I steered her toward me
and hugged her close, her naked skin against mine. My dick began to
press its way between her legs as she rubbed her hands across my back
and rear.
I began to kiss my way down her neck, and to her upper chest as she ran
her hands through my hair. Her fear of being spotted gone, she pressed
my head lower until I was eye level with her breasts. I began kissing
and licking my way around her perfectly formed tits, finally focusing on
her nipples. After administering a good sucking and kissing to her
right nipple, I moved to the left, at which point she pulled my head
tight to her chest.
"Bite it," she whispered.
I did as I was told and was rewarded with a gasp.
Placing her hands firmly on my shoulder, she shoved me downward. I
collapsed to the floor with a thud. Crouching in front of me, she
pushed my shoulders to the floor, and climbed over me, straddling my
erect penis. Looking down, she positioned herself above my dick and
lowered herself so that my member was flat in between our bodies.
Moving back and forth in a sawing motion, she leaned over me, placing
her breasts directly in front of my face.
As I sucked on a tit, she continued her back and forth motion, and I
could feel her juices begin to drip onto my crotch.
She tossed her head back quickly, denying me of any breast action and
began to move more rapidly. Faster and faster she went, until she began
to quake with orgasm. Falling back down on my chest, she grabbed my
head with one hand and kissed me deeply. With the other hand, she
guided my throbbing dick into her soggy pussy.
******
"Holy shit! I don’t think I’ve ever come like that before," he said,
rolling over on top of me.
"Me neither," I said, wiping a bead of sweat from his forehead. "Looks
like you’ll have to take another shower."
"Damn it," he said with a grin. "You’re amazing," he said, sitting up.
"Oh, look, a cloud."
Sitting up, I looked out the window. Sure enough, a lone cloud had
entered our line of sight, spoiling an otherwise perfectly blue sky. I
stuck my tongue in his ear, causing him to jerk away.
"Ahhh! Why do you always do that?"
"Cause I like to freak you out."
"Warn me before you do that," he said, pushing me back to the floor.
Running his hands through my hair, he bent over and kissed me. I
returned the kiss, then he began to kiss his way down my neck. Turning
my head with his hand, he kissed his way up the side of my neck, then
suddenly moved higher and stuck his tongue in my ear.
"Aiiyyeee!!" I screamed, thrashing around.
"See?"
Tickling him under the arms, I was able to free myself from his grasp.
I jumped up and sprinted to the bathroom, where I slammed the door and
locked it.
"Looks like you aren’t going to be able to wash those hard to reach
places," he said on the other side of the door a moment later.
Opening the door, I grabbed his head and pressed my lips to his. Still
kissing him, I dragged him into the bathroom and pulled his body to
mine.
******
Serena sat on the bathroom counter, brushing my hair.
"I’m glad you decided to let your hair grow out."
"Mmm," I said, paying more attention to a drip of water that had made
its way from her wet hair, down her neck, between her breasts and to her
thigh.
"Wake up," she said, tilting my head back up.
"So," I said, placing my hands on her thighs, "ready to meet my
parents?"
"Ughh."
******
The clock on my dash read 11:00 as I eased my car into traffic on
westbound US 95, nearly getting run over by a Chevy Suburban in the
process. Come trade-in time, I’m getting something with a V6.
"You hungry?" I asked Serena.
"What?"
"Wake up, spacey," I said, "are you hungry?"
"Sure."
Exiting the highway at Lake Mead Boulevard, I spotted the sign
advertising the In-and-Out Burger location. Pulling into the parking
place, I caught a whiff of the world’s best burger through my open
window.
"Mmmm, In-and-Out," I mumbled.
"Cal, I’m scared about meeting your parents."
"Don’t worry, they don’t bite," I said with a smile.
"I don’t know if I should eat anything. I feel like I’m gonna puke."
******
I wasn’t sure if it was going to be better this way. Cal had suggested
we come out a day early and spend a night in a hotel, before going to
his parents house. Looking back on it, it might have been better just
to meet at the dinner table or something. Oh well, too late now. I
looked up at Cal, who was messily devouring a ‘double-double.’
"You’ve got a little something in your teeth, there," I said, laughing.
Swirling his tongue around, he grinned back.
"Get it?"
"Yeah."
After eating a couple of fries, he returned to his burger.
"How long are we staying?"
"Just two nights."
Then it was off to southern Utah for us, for some camping and hiking. I
hoped the weather would be nice, so we wouldn’t have to be stranded in
some podunk town the whole time, waiting for flooding to stop or
something.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yeah. Let’s do it," I said with a nervous sigh.
******
I looked down suddenly as I felt a warm, wet sensation around my penis.
In the thin light of the morning, I could see the top of Serena’s head
above my crotch. Sensing that I was now awake, she looked up and
grinned, then began to bob up and down rapidly on my erect tool.
"What a way to wake up," I thought as I let my head fall back to my
pillow.
A friend brought me flowers, she said they were lilacs,
But I've never been good with plants
Her next presentation, a new dictionary
She circled the word "romance"
So enthusiastic, a little bit drastic,
I shaved her name in my head
As she beheld it, she said I misspelled it;
Need more be said?
The light filtering in through the curtains above the bed had become
brighter and at about this point, I realized that Serena was in fact in
the guest bedroom at the opposite end of the house. Shit.
These apples are delicious!
"As a matter of fact they are," she said
Can all this fruit be free?
I rolled over and flipped the switch on the clock radio to ‘off.’
"Gahh," I gasped as cold water dripped on the back of my neck. Cranking
the faucet all the way to the left, I hoped there was hot water left in
the house. Serena had obviously already showered, as I noticed several
long brown hairs in the drain.
I made my way down the hall toward the kitchen. I could hear Serena and
my mother talking. Suddenly, they both broke out laughing. Great.
"Hello, sunshine," said my mom.
"Mmphh."
I poured myself a bowl of wheaties, then took a seat at the kitchen
table.
"Sleep well?" she continued, hoping to elicit some sort of response.
"Sure."
"Is he always like this in the morning?" asked Serena, knowing damn well
what the answer was.
"Generally, unless its Christmas or something," said my mom, getting up
from the table to pour some more coffee.
Serena winked at me. I stuck my tongue out at her.
Having finished my cereal, I got up and placed my bowl in the sink.
"So, when are you guys leaving?" asked my mom.
I filled the bowl with water, then grabbed a glass from the cabinet.
"Probably around 11:00," I said, looking toward Serena for
confirmation. I reached into the fridge, pulling out a container of
orange juice.
"That is, unless you want us out of your hair sooner." I poured myself
a tall glass of juice and leaned on the countertop.
"He always acts like we’re trying to get rid of him," said my mom to
Serena with a smile.
"Besides," I added, "we have to hit In-and-Out on the way out of town."
******
The sun began to rise above the mountains, but the nylon fabric of the
tent diffused most of the light. I rolled over and tried to fall back
asleep. At that point, I realized Cal was no longer in the tent with
me. Oh well, I thought as I sprawled out over the entire floor of the
small tent.
I awoke again what must have only been a couple of minutes later,
judging by the light, a rock poking my rib.
"Shit." I rolled around, trying to get comfortable again, but it just
wouldn’t happen. I noticed the smell of bacon, so I decided to get up.
The cold air hit my naked chest as I unzipped the sleeping bag. I had
on only a pair of boxers that I had stolen from Cal last night, and was
now regretting the fact that I didn’t put my sweats back on after we had
made love in the zipped-together sleeping bags. Grabbing a blanket from
the corner of the tent, I made my way outside. The red sand felt cool,
but not cold on my feet as I stood erect and noticed for the first time
the sunrise over the distant peaks.
Cal sat on a rock, with his back to me, tending to the fire and
breakfast. Leaning forward, he picked up a coffee mug and took a sip.
He still did not notice my presence as I walked up behind him.
I wrapped my blanket-covered arms around him and kissed his neck. It
was cold.
"You should be wearing something warmer."
"You sound like my mom," he grumbled, turning to kiss me. "Look who’s
talking!"
He slid forward on the flat rock, and I sat behind him, wrapping the
blanket around both of us. We sat in silence, taking in the sunrise and
the smell of cooking bacon. After a few minutes, I noticed my butt was
numb from the cold sandstone, and I had to stand.
"I’m gonna go put some clothes on," I said, noticing my breath for the
first time.
I puffed a couple of more times on the way back to the tent, wondering
if my ass was going to have frostbite.
"I’m going to steal your sweatshirt," I said from the tent.
"Okay."
******
Serena emerged from the tent, wearing my sweatshirt, blue jeans, hiking
boots, and my Rockies hat. I didn’t mind that she’d stolen my hat, too
-- she looked better in it than I did.
"Took your hat, too."
"I noticed," I said, trying to sound annoyed. She didn’t buy it.
"How far do we have left?" She asked, after kissing my cheek.
"About ten miles, probably. I’d have to look at the map."
We were starting the third day of a backcountry hiking trip through
Canyonlands National Park. Despite the chill, the weather had been
perfect the last couple of days, and looked to be beautiful today as
well. As the sun continued to rise over the La Sal Mountains, I could
count only three clouds in the sky.
After breakfast, I packed up the tent, and marveled at the location of
our last nights’ camp site. We had pitched the tent in a large, sandy
flat, surrounded by juniper trees, and two house-sized sandstone
blocks. To the east, we had a great view of the mountains, and to the
west, about 100 yards away, was a deep crevice that lead to a larger
canyon.
"Ready?" I asked Serena.
"All set."
"Good thing I didn’t sleepwalk last night," I said, as we passed the
crevice.
"You don’t sleepwalk."
"Sure I do," I replied, "you just never notice, ‘cause you’re too busy
talking to yourself."
"Whatever," she said from behind me.
I flinched, expecting some object to hit the back of my head at any
moment.
"I can’t find anything to throw," Serena said, noticing my hunched over
position.
******
"I had a dream the other morning, in Las Vegas," I said.
"About what?" she asked, as she walked beside me.
"You were giving me a blowjob."
She threw me a dirty look.
"There might be people around, you know."
"Haven’t seen anyone in two and-a-half days."
"So? You still shouldn’t talk about things like that."
"Sorry," I said, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her
close.
"Good," she said, punching me in the ribs.
We entered a dry, sand and cobble filled wash, lined with high
embankments of sand and occasional ‘beaches.’ Reaching the shade of a
juniper, we paused for a moment, and I reached into her pack to get the
water jug.
"It’s getting kind of warm," I said, pulling my pack off. "I’m gonna
take off my sweatshirt."
"Good idea," she said, and reached around to remove her backpack.
As my head popped out of the collar, I looked over to Serena. She had
removed her sweatshirt, and was shaking her head to untangle her hair.
She was naked from the waist up.
"I thought there might be people around."
"I haven’t seen anyone in two or three days," she said with a smirk. She
walked over to me and put her arms on my shoulder. "I had a dream the
other night. We were having sex on a sand dune. Guess this will have
to do," she said, waving her hands at the sand embankment.
She pushed me into the sand, and as she kissed me forcefully, began to
grind her pelvis into my denim-covered crotch. Leaning back, she pulled
my t-shirt over my face and began to lick and kiss my chest. I
struggled to free myself from the shirt, but to no avail. She kissed
and licked her way to the top of my underwear, where she released my
shirt and began to unzip my jeans.
I pulled the shirt from my head and looked down. She was in the process
of removing her jeans, and revealing the fact that she was wearing no
panties. She looked up at me with a lustful look in her eyes. "Lift,"
she said, as she removed my boxers. Then, with a sudden motion, she
took my cock in her mouth. I was stunned by the quickness of it, but
then as quickly as she had started, she stopped, and moved her body up
even with mine.
Turning my head with her hands, she kissed along the side of my neck, to
my ear. Licking my ear, she whispered, "we’re gonna do my dream first."
She leaned back slightly, so she was kneeling above me. I could see a
fine sheen of sweat on her breasts as she took a hold of my hard dick.
I closed my eyes as she lowered herself onto my waiting cock.
******
Once he was entirely inside me, I pulled his head to my chest.
"Bite my nipples," I said, barely at a whisper.
He did so immediately, biting and sucking so hard, I though he was going
to swallow them each whole. I moved slowly up and down on his dick,
then began to pick up the pace as my heart began to race. I felt Cal
begin to tense up below me. He came soon after, shooting loads of cum
into my cunt, and I came seconds after his first shot.
Noticing that I had a handful of his hair, I let Cal’s head fall back to
the sand. Sweat had beaded up on his forehead and chest, and I wiped a
drop from the bridge of his nose.
The day had started freezing, but now, in the desert sun, the
temperature was probably 95 degrees. I began to giggle.
"What," said Cal, somewhat breathlessly.
"We’re gonna get a nasty sunburn."
At that point, Cal’s limp, sticky dick fell out of me and onto his
stomach with a ‘splat.’ I looked down at him and raised my eyebrows
suggestively.
"What?" he said, confused.
"We still haven’t fulfilled your dream," I said as I wiggled my way down
his body.
******
It felt good to be back in my own bed after a week on the road, but I
just wished it could be under different circumstances. Another chill
went down my spine as Serena dripped some more aloe vera lotion on my
butt. After spending almost three hours fucking like bunnies -- dumb
bunnies -- in the scorching sun, I had an all-over burn that I would give
my left nut to be rid of.
Serena was pretty red, too, but her darker complexion combined with the
fact that she had tanned in the nude while on a vacation in the Bahamas
allowed her to escape with little pain.
So here I was, naked in my bed, covered in goopy, green aloe vera
lotion, with a chair propped up against my bedroom door to prevent one
of my roommates from walking in.
Either I need to get a lock for my door, or move into my own place.
"That’s the last of it," Serena said, interrupting my reverie. "Would
you like me to go to the store and get some more," she asked, holding up
the empty bottle.
I looked over my shoulder at her red, naked body, still glistening
slightly from the aloe vera I had applied to her body.
"No, that’s all right. I think I’m just going to take a nap."
"Okay. Do you mind if I join you?"
"That would be lovely," I said, my voice muffled by the pillow.
She climbed into the bed, pulling a light sheet up over us, and cuddled
behind me.
"I love you," she said.
Subject: Sports Bra 3/3 (see note) Voy, group
From: tikij@hotmail.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Date: Sun, 17 May 1998 20:15:27 GMT
Message-ID: <6jnggv$i3k$1@nnrp1.dejanews.com>
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Hey all- here's part three of the Sports Bra story. I've decided to continue
with this story, rather than making it a trilogy -- I really like the
characters. Anyway, after this, the story will be known as MY LIFE - IN A
NUTSHELL, after the Barenaked Ladies song. You'll notice a couple of BNL
lyrics within the story, so if you represent the band, please don't sue me.
This portion of the story actually contains very little sex, but more or less
sets up the future chapters. I still think it will be an enjoyable read.
There is also a 'teaser' of the beginning of chapter 4.
Thank you all for your support and helpful criticisms. Thanks also to Celeste
for her good rating... I hope she and the rest of you have enjoyed the
subsequent parts as much as the first one.
One more thing before I get on with chapter 3. My original e-mail address,
stcheese was an old one I had, and I did not identify myself in the original
post. My new email address is tikij@hotmail.com
Tiki J.
Standard disclaimer: Do not read if you are under 18 or don't like textual
descriptions of sexual acts. This is, after all, being posted in
alt.sex.stories.
************************************************************************
CHAPTER THREE
A crash from outside the bedroom door awakened me. I rolled over slightly,
noticing the clock radio next to the bed read 10:04. We had been asleep for
nearly four hours. I noticed a rumble in my stomach, but my thoughts about
food were quickly extinguished as I heard quiet voices coming from the living
room.
"Anyone like a beer?" It was Bryan.
A number of voices answered. It sounded like there were at least six people
in the room. Surprising they made so little noise, after all, birds of a
feather, and Brian was not known for his quiet demeanor.
"Are you sure this is cool?" An unidentified female voice asked.
"Yeah. Cal and his girlfriend are off camping somewhere or something. They
won’t be back ‘til Monday."
Usually, I take little interest in Bryan. Cal ended up being "stuck" with him
as a roommate when one of his other buddies transferred to USC. His other
roommate, Jake, was cool, but very shy. I don’t think he’d said five words to
me in the three month period I had known him.
The conversation continued, but I could make out very little. Cal rustled in
the bed next to me.
"Shhhh," I whispered.
No response. I sat up, and leaned closer to the door.
******
A faint beam of light shone through the pale shade on the window. I rolled
over and took in Serena’s body, looking radiant as ever. The redness caused
by the sunburn had already started to fade, and she looked stunning. About
that time, I realized that I had once again stolen the sheets, leaving her
with no cover. Her placid face showed no indication of being disturbed by
that fact, so I continued to take in her body. Moving to my side, I gasped
slightly as my sunburned skin stretched over my shoulders.
Serena opened her eyes.
"Hi there."
"Hey."
"Sleep well?" she asked, leaning forward to kiss me.
"Okay..."
"What time is it?"
"Little before 7:00."
"Get enough sleep," she asked with a grin.
"Nope. I think I’ll sleep for another three days." I said, yawning jokingly.
"Wanna go get some breakfast? My treat."
"Sure. We can go get some more aloe while we’re out. Hey, wanna play some
golf today?"
******
I admired Cal’s butt as he teed up his ball.
"Lock and load," he said as he lined up his shot.
With a fluid swing, Cal drove the ball down the fairway. The ball began to
drift right and landed behind a large pine tree.
"Damn."
"Better luck next time," I said to him with a smirk as he turned around.
I walked past him to the tee box and patted his rear as he passed. Glancing
over my shoulder as I bent down to place my tee in the ground, I noticed he
was checking me out.
"Cut that out, pervert."
He stuck his tongue out at me.
I connected with the ball with a swoosh and thwack sound. It carried straight
down the middle of the fairway.
"Lucky shot."
"Jealous?"
"Hmmph." He responded.
We hopped in the electric cart and Cal began to crazily speed down the hill
toward our balls. Splashing through a puddle, he skidded to a stop in front
of my ball.
"Seven?" I asked.
******
Serena sat across the table from me. I was totaling our scores.
"98." I said.
"Not bad. How did I do?"
"That’s your score."
"Really?! I broke a hundred?"
"Yep."
"What did you get?"
"89."
"Wow."
******
The rain started up again as we climbed into my car. An ominous cloud
overhead signaled a much larger storm than the one we had battled on the golf
course. I peered over the steering wheel and looked up.
"Gonna be a nasty one."
"Why don’t you give us a little forecast, weatherman?" She said with a grin.
"Well, Serena, here’s the situation. A major storm front has moved in from
the west, bringing with it lightning, high winds, and heavy rainfall. We’ve
received reports of golf-ball sized hail from our reporting station..." I said
as I tossed a golf ball her way.
"Go on," she said as she caught the ball.
"The National Weather Service has issued a severe thunderstorm warning for the
following counties..."
"All you need now is a schtick."
"How?"
"You need to be one of those goofy guys who wear a bowtie or something. You
know the type."
"You’re saying I can’t get by on my good looks?"
"Maybe," she said, running her hand through my hair.
"Hey. You want to go chase tornadoes with me this summer?"
"What?"
"I’m going to sign up for a ‘special topics’ course. One of the things you
can do is go chase tornadoes, then write a paper about it."
"You’ve got to be joking."
"Come on, it’ll be fun. Driving all day, then spending the night in some
podunk midwestern town, then driving some more."
"Ughh. Honestly, Cal, I think you should have stuck it out in the Geography
department."
"Please. Meteorology is far more exciting than geography. Besides, I’m
graduating at the end of the semester this way."
"Were you serious about hail? I need to go put my car in the garage."
I started the car.
Why did you keep the mousetrap?
Why did you keep the dishrack?
These things used to be mine
I guess they still are, I want them back
We sang along together.
Broke into the old apartment
Forty-two steps from the street
Crooked landing, crooked landlord
******
"Oh! I’ve got a story to tell you!"
We were sitting on the couch, having finished a dinner of spaghetti and french
bread. I broke my gaze from the baseball game and looked into Serena’s eyes.
"Shoot."
"Your roommates aren’t going to be home for a while, are they?"
"Bryan is at home, shouldn’t be back till tomorrow, and I think Jake is on a
date."
"Really?"
"Yep."
"Who with?"
"I don’t know. Some girl..."
"You haven’t seen her?"
"No. Now, please, tell me your story. I’m on the edge of my seat."
She hit me with a pillow, then began.
"Last night, after we fell asleep, I heard Bryan come in with a bunch of
people."
"Who?"
"I don’t know. Let me finish. Anyway, they were apparently coming back from
some party or something, cause they all sounded a little tipsy. So Bryan
starts talking about some game. He was explaining the rules to everyone."
"A game? Like a card game?"
"A board game, I think. I’m not sure. So, they’re all being really quiet,
which I thought was odd."
"Especially coming from Bryan and his crew."
"So I crawled over to the door so I could hear better."
"Snoop."
"Shut up. Anyway, they were just kind of talking and joking around for a few
minutes. I was about to give up at that point, but I decided to stick it out
for a couple of more minutes. I guess at that point I fell asleep for a
second, because..."
"You fell asleep? In the middle of all this excitement?" I asked
sarcastically.
Serena glared at me.
"Do you want me to finish?"
"Yes, please. I’m sorry."
"Anyway, I fell asleep, but I woke up again, because there was this big
crash."
"A crash..."
"Yeah. It sounded like someone had picked someone else up, but dropped them."
"Ouch."
"Yeah. So anyway, they started talking. They were arguing about what someone
had to do if they failed a task. So apparently, the person’s punishment was
to tell their most embarrassing experience. It was a girl, and she was really
quiet. I couldn’t hear what she said. So apparently, they moved on to the
next round of the game or something. I heard Bryan describe it as
‘embarrassing or sexual, but not too personal, but with no contact’ or
something like that."
"Hmm, this is starting to get interesting."
"Yeah. So Bryan offers everyone another beer. I guess most of them took one,
but anyway, they kept playing the game. The next person had to talk about
pornography for 30 seconds without saying the word magazine."
"Did he do it?"
"She. Yes. She talked about porn on the internet. Stories, pictures, all
that. She sounded pretty knowledgeable. Anyway, they kept going like that,
someone had to talk about lingerie with out saying the word silk. Someone
else had to use a condom in a non-sexual way."
"How’d they do it."
"Don’t know. I think he blew it into a balloon."
"How unimaginative."
"Yeah. So, then they moved to the next round. Bryan described it as ‘sexual,
mildly personal with contact.’"
"The plot thickens."
"The first person had to eat a banana in a provocative manner. Everyone was
laughing. I’m not sure if that means she did a good job or not. The next
person had to describe three sexual positions."
"Which ones did they do."
"He, I think it was Bryan, said missionary, doggie style and cowboy."
"Okay."
"Okay, so the next person had to describe the sexiest piece of underwear they
had. It was the quiet girl again, so I couldn’t hear what she said."
"Bummer."
Serena looked at me questioningly.
"Bet the quiet girl is hot," I said with a knowing grin.
"How would you know?"
"I don’t. I’m just giving you a hard time," I said, nudging her in the ribs.
"You’re this close to not hearing the good part, wiseguy."
"Sorry. Continue."
"Okay, so they moved to the next round."
"What did Bryan call that one?"
"Don’t know. Someone was making a racket in the kitchen. I’m surprised they
didn’t wake you. Anyway, I heard something about embarrassing. So the first
person has to describe a sexual fantasy."
"And?" I was getting into this.
"It was the quiet girl again."
"How did it get to be her turn again?" I asked, mildly annoyed.
"Hell if I know. Anyway, the next guy had to rank the girls in the room by
how well he thought they kissed. The next person was a girl named Jen, and
she had to rank the guys on how nice she thought there butts were."
"Did they verify this?"
"No, that comes later."
I did a double take.
"Yeah. So anyway, by this time, there’s lots of giggling and whispering. The
next guy had to pose in a compromising position for a picture with one of the
girls."
"What did they do?"
"I don’t know, but by this point, I was getting pretty curious. They started
laughing pretty loud, so I moved the chair out from under your doorknob and
opened the door a little bit. They were all sitting in a circle on the living
room floor. I was kind of dark, but I could make out Bryan, that guy he was
with the other day..."
"Jeremy."
"Yeah, and one other guy. Then there were three girls. Anyway, they moved on
to the next round. Bryan described it as sexual, tough and personal."
I nodded my head.
"Quit smirking you pervert."
"Who was watching?"
"Shut up. Bryan is next. One of the girls asks him to tell everyone the
color of his underwear, and prove it. Bryan jumps up and drops his pants, he
was wearing blue boxer shorts. So Bryan tells one of the girls... I think it
was Jen... that she has to remove her bra without removing her shirt. She did
it, then asked one of the other girls to educate the room about the basics of
safe sex. One of the guys had to guess the color of one of the girls’
underwear, but he was wrong so he had to take off his pants. The last guy had
to demonstrate a sexual position with the quiet girl."
"What did he do?"
"Doggie style." Serena said with a smirk.
"What next?"
"The last girl had to put on a blindfold, kiss all the guys and tell who was
who."
"Did she get them all right?"
"Of course not. She got them all wrong. She had to do one of the things from
the next round."
"What did Bryan call that round?"
"I don’t think he had a name for it, but he said something about the game
being for all the marbles from then on. Anyway, the guys all got together to
pick out her punishment."
"And?"
"She had to take off her clothes for the rest of the game."
"All of them?"
"No, she left her underwear on. So Bryan was next, and the quiet girl told
him to rank the girls in the room by how nice he thought there boobs were."
"And?"
"And what?"
"How did the rankings go?"
"Jen came in first. I couldn’t hear the other two names."
I nodded appreciatively. Jen was definitely a knockout.
"What next?" I asked.
"Okay, so Bryan ranked the girls... Oh yeah, Jen had to rank the guys on how
big she thought their dicks were."
"I don’t want to know."
"Of course. Anyway, one of the guys had to french kiss one of the girls.
Then they moved to the next round. For the first one, the quiet girl had to
rank the guys on how big she thought they were, but then she had to verify
it."
"Wow."
"Yeah. So, she lined them up, and they had to drop their pants. I couldn’t
see much, unfortunately, but Jake’s was the biggest. Then the boy with no
name had to do the same for the girls’ boobs. Jen ended up being the winner,
although from what I saw of the other two, they weren’t bad either."
"Not as nice as yours though."
"Of course not. Anyway, Bryan was saying that they technically were going to
the next round, but it became mostly a free for all after that."
"What do you mean? An orgy?"
"Umm, yeah, I guess."
"Holy shit."
"Bryan had to look at the girls breasts, then identify them with his eyes
closed. Then Jake played with the quiet girls crotch."
"While she still had clothes on..."
"Nope."
"Wow."
"Jen had to pick two other people and have a threesome."
"Oh my god."
"After that, the game pretty much ended."
"I could imagine."
"I think you already are," Serena said, glancing down at my bulging crotch.
"You had to tell the story. So what happened next?"
"Well, for a minute, everyone was kind of making out and stuff, but then Bryan
said he had one more challenge for Jen."
"What was it?"
"She had to lay perfectly still and quiet while he sucked her off."
"Did she do it?"
"For about a minute. Then she couldn’t take any more and wrapped her legs
around Bryan and pulled him down. I couldn’t see much because they were
behind the coffee table, but she was definitely not being silent."
"So everyone just got it on right in the middle of the living room floor?"
"Not everyone. Jake and one of the girls did it on this couch."
"Uhh."
"Pretty good story, huh? And it’s all true."
"That’s it? You’re just going to leave me hanging. No gory details about
screaming orgasms or flying cum?"
"Gross."
"You wouldn’t make a very good sex story writer."
"I like to do real stories."
"Not even a little detail?"
"Okay."
"Well?"
"Jake has a huge cock."
"Oh."
"Jen’s boobs aren’t nearly as nice as mine."
I nodded.
"Oh, and the quiet girl ain’t all that."
******
I got up to go to the bathroom. Cal was staring into space. The muted TV
flickered, showing an image of Larry Walker crossing home plate after hitting
a game winning home run.
Walking back into the living room after relieving myself, I stood in front of
Cal, interrupting his daydream.
"Want to go get a movie?" I asked.
"Sure," he said, finally looking up at me.
"What are you in the mood for?"
"Something funny."
"The Rockies won."
"Really?"
"Yeah, they just had the highlights on," I said, pointing to the TV, which
showed an image of Kenny Mayne and Dan Patrick. "8-6. Larry Walker hit a
grand slam in the bottom of the ninth."
************************************************************************
CHAPTER FOUR
I sipped my beer, then glanced over my shoulder at the massive scoreboard.
The count was full to Larry Walker, the Rockies were down by two with two outs
in the ninth.
"Come on Larry!"
The crowd groaned as Larry grounded the ball weakly back to Rod Beck. As Beck
threw to first, I turned to Devon.
"We should do this more often."
"Yeah, it’s no problem for me to fly in from Kansas City to watch a baseball
game."
Devon was my best buddy from high school. It had been his idea to meet up in
Denver to watch our favorite team in person. I took another sip of beer and
smiled.
"Well it’s no big deal for me, either. How about next weekend?"
"Alrighty. It’s a deal then. Should we get tickets now?"
"How about for tomorrow, instead?"
"That sounds better. We’re leaving Monday morning?"
"Yeah."
"Game’s at 1:30?"
"Yeah. We’ll have to buy off the street again. I’m guessing it’ll be sold
out. Besides, even with the crappiest seats, we can move down here," I said,
motioning to the mezzanine beyond the left field bleachers.
"True. Want to go hit the bars?"
"Never can have too much beer."
******
I sighed. The Rockies had lost again and I hadn’t seen Cal. It’s a bit much
to expect to see someone at a ballgame, I guess. I flipped off the TV and got
up from the couch. Walking into the bedroom, I grabbed the cordless phone and
dialed Dana’s number.
"Hello?"
"Hey. I was just wondering how long you were going to be up. I need to pick
up the last of my stuff."
"I’m gonna be up for a while. Do you need any help? Company?"
"Yeah, I guess I could use some company. Want to come watch a movie or
something?"
"Sure. When’s Cal gonna be back?"
"Not for another three weeks. He’s in Denver this weekend, but him and his
friend Devon are going to take off for Oklahoma on Monday."
"How’s he going to afford this little safari?"
"He got a grant or something."
"Didn’t he graduate? Shouldn’t he be getting a job or something?"
"No kidding. I just hope he doesn’t make this tornado chasing thing some kind
of career."
"Ughh. So how’s it feel to live with a boy instead of me?"
"I hardly know."
"True..."
"Anyway, I’ll be over in a minute."
"Okay."
******
"I’m glad you had the foresight to take a cab to the ballgame," I said,
slightly slurring my words.
"I’ve got everything under control," said Devon, raising his glass.
"To tornadoes."
"To tornadoes."
******
CHAPTER FOUR, TO BE CONTINUED...
Author: "Tiki J." <tikij@hotmail.com>
-- CJ
I don't write any stories. I'm just a reader, and sometimes a reposter.
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