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All other rights reserved. -------------------------------------------------------- Sarah: My Best Friend's Girl by The Bear (thebear@io.com) *** A guy whose roommate brings his girlfriend to their room one night to screw, ends up being proposition by her when his roommate if away over a weekend. (MF, cheat) *** It was the noise of the deadbolt lock clacking open that woke me. I lay there in my bunk, not moving, listening intently. I heard a scraping sound, the sound of the sliding-bolt skidlock being drawn back. That meant that it was someone inside the room getting ready to go out, because the skidlock could only be opened or closed from inside. It was probably my roommate Tom getting up to take a leak. The door opened, and light from the hallway streamed into the dark room. Then I heard Tom's voice from below me, "Don't take all night," and Sarah's soft reply from the doorway, "I'll hurry." So Sarah was spending the night with us again, or rather with Tom. That probably meant they were both low on cash, because they usually went to a motel. I kept quiet, pretending to be asleep, while I thought over the possibilities. I was lying on my back, and I decided that this would be a good time to change to a better position, while Sarah was gone. I moved clumsily, with small grumbles, as if turning over naturally in my sleep. I must have done a poor job of faking, or else Tom just wanted to talk, because I heard the springs squeak down below as he got out of bed and stood up beside me in the darkness. "You awake?" His face was about a foot and a half away from mine. "Hey, Brian, you awake?" He wasn't going to give up, so I made more fake-sleep motions and opened one eye to look at him. "Whaz? Whurra?" I rolled over completely, now that there was no need to feign sleep. "Whazzup?" "Just Sarah taking a piss. She left the door open. Dumb skid." He shook his head. "Go back to sleep." "Wha time zit?" I was still doing the half-asleep act, in case he cared. "About two A.M.," he told me, sitting back down on his bunk. "Now you gotta be asleep before Sarah gets back, 'cause I wanna get laid." "Gotcha," I told him as I shifted to a comfortable face- down position that just happened to give me an excellent view of the room. I settled down and tried to even out my breathing. I decided that fake snoring would be worse than useless, but at least I could do my best not to sound too wakeful. A few minutes later Sarah was back. Backlit as she was coming through the doorway, I couldn't see much - just a hint of her dark red hair tousled around the silhouette of her head, and an impression that she was wearing something loose and bulky, like a t-shirt and sweatpants. Sarah shut the door, cutting off the hallway glare. I heard her locking the locks, and could detect her faint pale shape as she moved from the doorway into the room. With the door shut, the room's only illumination was from the security light in the parking lot behind the Delta house next door, and from the streetlight across the street - together these leaked through the window- shades and gave the room a ghostly dim light in which only the shapes of light-colored objects could be discerned. "Is Brian awake?" she asked Tom as she came over to the bunk-beds. "Nah, he's fast asleep. Come on, get back in bed... I've got something here that you want." I could hear the grin in his voice. Probably holding his dick in his hand, the bastard. Sarah stood right next to me, and I let my eyelids ease shut from slitted to fully closed, as I tried my best to breathe like someone who was asleep would breathe. "Yeah, I guess he's crashed. Good thing," her voice softened, "because I am really horny, lover-boy." (Yeah. Lover-boy. She really called him that. Gag me with a shovel.) I could hear sounds of clothing removal, and slitted my eyes open again to see her bent down next to the bed, right below me. Then she straightened to climb into the bed, and I could see the lovely whiteness of her flesh in the darkness - I could even see the round shape of her ass as she moved just a few feet below me, and I yearned to reach out and touch her. I heard movement below. "Why you naughty boy, you're naked," she said to him, and I could imagine what part of him she must be touching. "Mmmm, and so hard, too." She confirmed what I had imagined. I heard more movements below, the rustling of sheets, then Sarah's murmured, "Ah, ah, ah, oh yes, oh yes! Oh Yes All the Way." Then the slippery sound of her wet cunt moving up and down on his cock, a rhythmic squish - pause - squish - pause - squish. Gee, they hadn't wasted much time on foreplay, had they? My cock was as hard as a bar of steel, and I'm surprised it didn't poke straight through the mattress. I wiggled my hand down underneath me and pulled it out through the fly of my boxer shorts, but there wasn't much I could do besides hold it and stroke it very, very slowly - anything else would have made too much noise. Maybe lying face down had not been such a good idea. Tom muttered something about "getting this damned thing off" and suddenly something white sailed out to land on the couch - her t-shirt, I guessed. I pictured her fantastic tits, and tried to think if there was some way that I could see her, now that my eyes were getting used to the dark. Tom and I each had a mirror on the inside of our closet doors, and there was another on the wall near his desk, but none of these were properly positioned for me to see what was going on in the bottom bunk. I couldn't see, but I sure could hear. Soon after the t-shirt tossing, Sarah began to moan, "squeeze, squeeze." Then there was a sucking sound, that went on and on as she made low sounds of pleasure, until she murmured, "Now the other side," and there was a brief pause after which the sounds resumed, increasing in intensity. Oh GOD, he was sucking her tits, probably holding them in his hands, too, while she continued to ride up and down on his cock - I almost yelled for them to stop, it was so frustrating to hear them - but it was tantalizing, too, a savory torture that I wasn't ready to end yet. I tried to wiggle closer to the wall, hoping that I might see down through the gap between my mattress and springs. And the sounds of lovemaking from below me came to an abrupt halt. SHIT! I froze, hardly even breathing, then remembered that I was supposed to be asleep and tried to make my breathing sound normal. "What was that?" asked Sarah. "Do you think he's awake?" "Nah, he sleeps like a rock - he just rolled over, he does it all the time." The bed began to rock slightly, and Tom grunted with effort - probably arching his body to drive his cock up into her, trying to distract her with the sensations of sex. I guess it worked - I didn't hear anymore protest from Sarah, and the rhythmic humping sounds got faster and more frantic, until finally the bed was rocking for real, and I wondered how the hell they expected me to sleep through such a ruckus - then the movement stopped, and Tom was muttering, "yeah, yeah," as Sarah oohed and aahed. It didn't take a genius to figure out that he'd just shot his wad, and was pumping his come up into her pussy even then. I was so jealous, I hoped that all of his come and her juices would drip down on his balls and glue their short curlies together, trapping them in the act of sex. Then I dropped that in favor of the hope that Sarah would get up and walk naked around the room so that I could see her. Then I just hoped that they would quit snuggling and cooing and go to sleep so that I could sneak out to the bathroom and jerk off. And that is what finally happened. ** It was only a few weeks later that I came home very drunk from a date that had turned out badly - so badly, in fact, that I'd ditched the date by 9:00 PM and stayed out past midnight drinking with some other girls that I knew, then had to walk home from downtown because I was way too tanked to drive. I struggled unsteadily up the front staircase at our fraternity house and wobbled down the short length of hallway to my room. Tom was up watching TV and talking on the phone to Sarah. I told him to tell her 'hello' for me, as I staggered to our bunk-bed and leaned my head against the frame for support while I toed out of my sneakers and shucked off my jeans. I left the sneakers where they were and dropped the jeans on top of them, figuring that would make them that much easier to find in the morning, then worked on getting up into my rack. My usual (sober) procedure of grabbing the frame, jumping up, and lifting and twisting myself the rest of the way over onto my mattress with upper body strength alone was simply not possible in my drunken state - if I had tried it I probably would have lost my grip on the bed and crashed my face into the steel framework, or misjudged the jump/twist and smashed my head through the ceiling (that one I'd actually done once before I learned better - it turned out that the 75-year-old fraternity house and its plaster ceilings were much stronger than my head). Instead, I went down the length of the bed, holding onto the frame for support like a baby learning to walk, then carefully climbed up the ladder at the end and crawled down to rest my head on my pillow. I had closed my eyes and was in the process of sinking down into blissful oblivion when Tom called my name. "Hey Brian, you awake? Wake up, ya boon - Sarah wants to talk to you." I opened my eyes and turned my head towards him to let him know that I was awake, then held out my hand for the cordless phone. I expected Tom to toss the phone up to me from his seat on the couch, but he properly judged the likelihood of me actually being able to catch it and brought it to me instead. Sarah wanted to know how my date had gone. "Tom said you came in wasted - what happened to your date with the horse girl?" The horse girl? The horse girl? I wracked my brain for a reference. Oh yes, the bitch I had started the evening by taking out to dinner. She was one of those equestrian types from Stephens, had been jabbering on about her bloody horse all through dinner - part of the reason I had dumped her by nine. "Oh, uh, her, well, we didn't really get along too great - I walked her back to Stephens campus and went back downtown to drink free wine at Walker's with Kari and that kid partner of hers, uh, Sabrina." Kari was a Little Sister at our house, and also the actual little sister of one of my fraternity brothers. Sabrina was a sixteen-year-old local girl that Kari had met somewhere and had adopted as a party-buddy. They always seemed to be out at the bars together, even though neither one of them was of legal drinking age. "...Walker's?" Sarah was asking. "Huh? What?" "Oh geez, you're too drunk to even talk to. I said, 'How did you get free wine at Walker's?'." "Oh, uh, yeah. There was this band... I think Kari knew some of them... anyway we were there listening to the band." Sarah's voice got very low and even, the way you'd talk to a child. "OK, so there was a band. You listened to the band. How did you get free wine?" "It was some kind of Ladies' Night thing." "Brian. I'm trying to be patient with you. I don't know why I even care, but now you've got me curious. One more time - you are not a lady, or even a gentleman - so how does Ladies' Night at Walker's equal free wine for you?" I think I crossed my eyes, I was trying so hard to concentrate on what she was asking. Why didn't she understand? Then I got it. "Oh, yeah. The free wine was for Kari and the kid, but they kept pouring theirs into my glass and then going back for more. It was great." "Well, I'm glad you had fun. Too bad about the horse girl..." "That bitch!" I was awake and on a roll now. "All she wanted to talk about was her damned horse, and her damned horse farm back home, and her damned horse classes, and her damned horse-girl friends, probably all a bunch of dykes, aren't they - it's probably the damned horse girls give Stephens a bad name, bunch of damned dykes..." I could have kept on going at length, but Sarah was saying my name over and over, and louder and louder, "Brian! Brian! Brian! Are you listening to me?" That was her mistake, pausing to wait for a response, because it gave me a chance to build up momentum again. "There you go, just like that damned horse bitch, or mare, or whatever the hell she is - always asking if I'm listening, while she goes on and on about some shit like grooming or posting or some kind of horsey shit. Yeah, that's it, horse shit. And yet she keeps on asking me if I'm listening to all of this horse shit, which of course I'm not really, but I'm trying to be polite and see if I can get anywhere with her..." "Brian! Brian! You need to go to sleep now - why don't you give the phone back to Tom?" "But goddamnit Sarah, it just isn't fair! I keep going out with these damn bitches, buy 'em a nice dinner, try to get 'em to go out dancing, and they're all just a bunch of damn worthless skid bitches - no, if they were skids at least I'd get laid - don't you have any decent friends for me to go out with?" She was silent for a moment, then said quietly, "Don't worry about it Brian. Tom will be out of town this weekend and you and I will have lots of fun together." I was in shock. I was speechless. I literally could not talk. I held out the phone to Tom, and he came and got it, and soon after that I must have passed out. ** I suffered the next day, of course. I had always bragged to my buddies about how I could drink anything, get completely tanked, wasted, latered, tatered, toasted, and I'd never be sick or hung-over. That was before I met up with cheap wine. The first time I ever had a bottle of Mad Dog 2020 I drank it down like grape juice, then drank half of a friend's bottle, too. The next morning I thought I was dead, or at least wished I was. This cheap wine that they had been giving away free at Walker's was a similar vintage, and had the same effects on me. I spent the morning in bed with ice bags on my head, vowing never again to drink anything but beer, whiskey, vodka, schnapps... well, never again to drink any of that vile purple stuff, anyway. Sometime after lunch, when I was starting to feel better, I remembered Sarah's last words on the phone. Had she really said that? Tom was out of the room, and I almost called Sarah to ask - but then I couldn't. What if she hadn't said it, what if I'd just imagined it? No, I was sure she had said it - but I wasn't about to ask her what she meant. I would just have to wait for the upcoming weekend, when Tom would be out of town at a job interview and we would be having the Little Sisters over for a Friday night party - I think it was supposed to be a "Last Bash Before Thanksgiving Break" or something like that. You know, any excuse for a party. I would just have to wait. ** I sat in my room, listening to the party getting started downstairs. I should be down there, having a beer, talking to the Little Sisters that I knew and any friends they had brought with them, trying to meet Ms. Right, or at least Ms. OK-for-Awhile. I hadn't had a steady girlfriend that whole semester, or the preceding summer, or... for awhile. I'd managed to get laid a few times anyway, one night stand kinds of things, but never anything that lasted more than a few dates. I envied Tom having Sarah - not only was she a nice girl, a good friend of mine, someone I could talk to, dance with, or drink with... but she was also a sex maniac, always dragging Tom off to motels for the night, or staying over at our room and screwing him after they thought I was asleep. Tom even bragged about how great she was at giving head. He didn't deserve her. He treated her like shit. He lied to her constantly, even about little things like saying that he had to study for a test when he was really just watching TV and feeling too lazy to get up and go out with her somewhere. She would be much better off with me. And yet - Tom was my buddy, my best friend, my roommate, and more like a brother to me than any of our other fraternity "brothers." It would be "un-brotherly" to make moves on his girlfriend - that was one of the worst offenses in our fraternal code, un-brotherly conduct. Worse than that, for me, it would be wrong. It would be a betrayal of Tom, of our friendship. It didn't matter how he treated her - that was between them. Tom would never forgive me for doing anything with Sarah. Doing anything with her. Like holding her, or kissing her, or touching her. Like making love with her. Anything like that. It would be wrong. And I knew that if she made even the slightest move on me, I'd be hers in a heartbeat. I got up and went downstairs to the party. ** The first people that I saw as I headed down into the basement were Mark, a young freshman brother who looked as drunk as the proverbial skunk already, and Sabrina, Kari's little pal. They had their arms around each other and I probably could have won good money betting that they were headed for his room. I stopped them and took Mark aside to explain to him that Sabrina was only sixteen years old, whereas he was probably eighteen or nineteen himself, and that even such a seemingly minor age difference could get him 20 years in the Missouri Department of Corrections. He wisely decided to take her back downstairs to dance some more, and probably to dump her at the first chance and try to find a piece that wasn't jailbait. Sabrina was really pissed off at me, but who told her she could come to our parties and get our innocent young boys in trouble? Certainly not me. I went on after them, to the big party room. Then I saw Sarah. She was standing with a group of her friends, several of the Little Sisters who came from Stephens College. I got my beer from a brother behind the bar and walked toward Sarah's group. She turned and saw me coming, and smiled, just as she normally would. I guess my smile back at her was a little bit off or something, because her smile froze in place and she started to look nervous. When I reached her she immediately reached out to grab my beer and put it on the wall shelf with hers, then took my hands in hers and pulled me out to the middle of the basement, where people were dancing. There was nothing strange about that - we both liked to dance, and frequently danced together when Tom wasn't in the mood. Neither of us spoke, as the song ended and a new one began. It was The Romantics singing "What I Like About You," a good high-energy song, normally one of our favorite dance tunes, but I just couldn't get into it. I had to force myself into our usual routine, playfully pointing at each other every time the words "what I like about you" came up. I didn't even work up a sweat by the time the song was done. I was just going through the motions. The next song was a slow one, Prince doing "Purple Rain," and our usual routine would be for me to escort her back to Tom so that she could try to get him to dance with her, while I went off in search of somebody else to dance with. But Tom wasn't here this time, and Sarah made no move to leave the dance floor. Instead she moved up close to me and put her arms around my neck, and I put my arms around her waist, and we started to dance. She leaned her head against my chest, very briefly, then drew back to look me in the eye. "You remember what I said on the phone, don't you." It was a statement, not a question. "I didn't know if you would remember or not, as drunk as you were." I smiled at her, my first genuine smile of the evening. "Well, you know, the subject matter just kind of stuck in my brain - not something easy for me to forget." She put her head back down against my chest as I continued, "I wondered if I should call you this past week. I actually picked up the phone several times, but I couldn't think of what I could possibly say, so I decided to just wait for tonight. It's been a long week." She didn't respond for a long time, just rested her head on me as we slowly circled and swayed to the music. Her soft, full breasts were warm against my stomach. I pulled her closer, just a little bit, just for the feeling of those tits against me. I kept my hands up high on her waist, although I was yearning to slide them down over her ass. Finally she looked up again and said that we needed to talk. "OK," I agreed, "but not down here. I think we've already caught a few people's notice by dancing this slow song." "Where, then? Your room? That'll really knock 'em dead." I thought it over. "I'll go up first, while you hang with your friends over there for awhile - but not too long, please! Then you tell 'em you gotta pee, and go up to the powder room. When you get out of the powder room, just come on upstairs to the room." She agreed, and we separated as the song ended. I walked over to the sound booth to tell Zero that he was doing a great job spinning tunes, and he told me that he was just hanging out, it was a party tape that he had put together earlier in the week and now he didn't have anything to do unless somebody came up with a special request. I chugged the last of my beer and tossed the cup into the trash barrel. I told Zero I was going to go up and mix myself a drink, then sauntered casually down the hallway to the stairs and up. It seemed to take a long time for Sarah to get up to the room - maybe she really did have to stop in the powder room to pee first. At last I heard her tap at the door, and whisked it open for her to enter. Turning, she carefully shut the door behind her, and just as carefully turned the dead-bolt latch. Then she closed the skidlock, a sliding-bolt lock that could only be opened from the inside, that one roommate could use to keep the other from walking in during sexual activities. We sat down on the couch, at opposite ends, twisting our bodies to face each other. She spoke first. "I can't leave Tom, you know." This was way too serious. "Yeah, I know, I can't leave him either. We're roommates for the rest of the year." She giggled. "That's not what I meant. I mean I can't dump Tom for you. I want you to be my friend - to be more than a friend, always - geez, I don't know what I want. I guess I should have just kept my big mouth shut." It was my turn for serious - I had to give her a chance to back out. "Do you want to go back downstairs? We can dance some more - I think Zero has a pretty good party tape put together, lots of good dance music." "No, I don't want to go back downstairs - do you think I would have played secret agent to get up here if I wanted to stay downstairs? We need to talk." I couldn't think of anything useful or intelligent to say, so I waited to let her have a go at it. I guess she was waiting for me to start, because we sat there for almost a minute in silence, then both spoke at once. "I just want..." "I think we should..." We both stopped again. More silence, then she spoke. "OK, we need to talk. I know, I already said that. But I don't think just ignoring things and going back downstairs is the answer." I didn't think that was the answer either - and what did she mean by "things"? She went on. "I've been going out with Tom for almost three months, going steady with him for two, and maybe getting his pin sometime soon. I love Tom, I'm not going to dump him, end of that subject." OK, so what was the next subject? She got to the next subject right away. "You're my friend, Brian. I can talk to you when I'm fighting with Tom, or even just about things that he isn't interested in. I know you want me, I can't help but see the way you look at me - am I right?" "Uh, well - yeah, right." "Don't strain yourself doing all the talking here. OK, you want me... and I want you, too. You turn me on. I think about you sometimes when I'm making love with Tom. I can't help wondering how things would be if I'd met you first, before I met Tom. But that isn't the way it happened." I wasn't sure where she was going, but I wanted to cut to the chase. "And last weekend on the phone you told me that we'd have lots of fun together when Tom was away. Is this your idea of fun?" So I'm no good at the soap- opera thing. So sue me. Sarah apparently wasn't ready to get to that part of the talk yet, so she fell back on the Standard Female Back- Up Plan #1 - she turned away from me and burst into tears. And I moved in with the Standard Male Response to the Standard Female Back-Up Plan #1 - I slid down toward her end of the couch and put my arm over her shoulders. Come on, she was my friend, she was crying, she needed comforting - plus I just wanted to put my arm around her. I'll never know if this was part of her plan, or just the way it happened on the spur of the moment - but there she was crying, then I put my arm around her, and the next instant she turned her face to mine and we were kissing. I mean we were KISSING. Brief touch of lips, then open lips, then mouths smashed together and tongues going for throat. We kept up that kissing for a good long time, while our hands were busy clutching and holding and caressing. One of my hands somehow managed to land on her collarbone, then to slide down from there over the curve of her breast, and when that brought no protest I slid that hand right on over to the top button of her blouse and popped it open. Still no protest, just more kissing. I got a couple more buttons open, enough to expose some cleavage, and broke the kiss to let my lips start nibbling down her neck. "Ooh, yeah," she practically purred. "That's nice." I nibbled her neck for awhile, letting my hand rest contentedly on her breast without undoing any more buttons, then moved down to kiss along her collarbone. I'm not sure who I was really teasing with the slow progression, her or myself, but I think we both enjoyed it. She kept on making encouraging noises, while I growled and nipped playfully at her skin with my teeth. Finally I worked my way down to kiss the upper curve of her breast, and decided that it was time for the bra to go. I moved my hand around and up the back of her blouse to work my one-handed magic on the bra-hooks - and there was nothing there. Sarah giggled again - I liked that giggle. "It hooks in front, silly." She took her arms from around my neck and reached to her bosom with both hands, popped a little hook right in the middle where the cups came together - and then drew back the bra cups to let me feast my eyes on her lovely tits. Her skin was as white as milk, her tits round and firm and tipped with pink nipples surrounded by pink aureolae. I've always been a boob-man, and the temptation was strong just to sit and gaze at those beauties - but I didn't think that was what she wanted when she opened her bra. I sighed in admiration of her body, then bowed my head to touch the tip of my tongue to a nipple. She wriggled and complained of tickling, but put both hands around the back of my head to make sure that I didn't stop. After that first touch I touched again, then licked, licked some more, and then switched sides. More tongue- teasing, more licking, and then I took her nipple into my mouth to suckle. The whole tip of her breast firmed up as I sucked and licked, not just the nipple but the aureola, too, so that the whole thing looked like a pink cone rising out of the creamy white curve of her breast. I continued kissing, sucking, and licking her tits while she oohed and aahed with pleasure, switching sides from time to time, my hands touching and caressing whichever side my mouth was away from. Sarah's hands were busy, too, touching me all over my chest, my ribs, my back. She unbuttoned my shirt to get her hands inside, on my skin. And then one hand moved downward, to the front of my pants, to firmly but gently take hold of the rock-solid hard-on that had been throbbing there since long before we ever started kissing. She gave it a gentle squeeze. I raised my head from her bosom, to look her in the eyes. "Are you sure you don't want to stop now and go back downstairs?" I hoped I knew her answer - if I was wrong I was going to run out into the street and let a truck hit me. Her eyes looking back at mine were hot with lust. She squeezed my pecker again, a little less gently than before. "If you stop now, I'm going to tear this off and keep it and just use it on myself." Oh. OK. I interpreted that to mean that she didn't want to stop. I went back to suckling her breasts, but both our hands were busy opening snaps and unzipping zippers, as we both acknowledged where this was going and got in a hurry to get there. She pushed my jeans and boxers down to my thighs and held my cock with both hands, then arched her hips up off the couch to let me pull down her skirt and panties. We let go of each other very briefly to toss the clothes aside, and then I was back on the couch with her, holding her in my arms, my cock pressed against her belly, her legs folded around me, her ankles crossed behind my knees. I had an alarming thought. "Do I need to find a rubber?" I had a box in the closet, but I did not want to put one on if it wasn't needed. She smiled and pulled my head down for a kiss on the lips. "No, I'm on the Pill. But I'm glad you asked." She reached down between our bodies and grasped my cock, and I moved lower so that the head was even with the opening to her pussy. She held it by the shaft, rubbing the head up and down her gash, wetting it with her flowing juices. Then she poked it inside and let go, and I began slowly thrusting, withdrawing, thrusting again, until my prick was solidly lodged in her cunt to its full length. She sighed, and I could feel her cunt muscles squeezing my shaft. I started a slight thrusting motion, not really withdrawing at all but just rocking back and forth, and she got into it and picked up the pace, rocking her hips faster and faster. Her pussy was so slippery that it was hard to stay in her, so I started driving in and out, in and out, letting her feel the full length of it, as she continued rocking her hips. Then, suddenly, before I expected it, I got that feeling that meant my orgasm was on its way - I could slow it down or hold it off a bit, but it was coming soon. "Ungh," I grunted. "I hope you're close, 'cause I am." "Oh yes, yes, darling," she cried. "Come in me, come in me, oh, do it now, I'm coming, come in me." And I did. I came a gusher inside her. I had jerked off only the night before, wondering and fantasizing about this evening, but my balls were full again and it seemed like my come would never stop spurting and spurting into her wet cunt. I kept right on driving in and out, in and out, while she moaned and groaned about how nice it was, and then she squeezed her thighs around my hips, so I stopped moving and just lay there with her, on her. I could feel the come running down my balls, and it occurred to me that I'd better clean the couch before Tom got back home. Then we rolled over so that I was sitting upright on the couch and she was sitting on my lap, straddling me, my softening cock still inside her. We kissed for a long time. Later we climbed up into my bunk to make love a second time. Tom's lower bunk would have been more convenient, but neither of us even mentioned it - we just climbed up to mine. Our second time was slower, more relaxed. She reached down between our moving bodies to rub her mound while my cock was sliding in and out of her, and came twice before I finally spurted inside her again. While we were getting dressed, preparing to sneak out so that I could drive her back to her dorm at Stephens, she looked me in the eye and said, "I'm still not leaving Tom." I looked right back at her, deadpan. "Neither am I." We cracked up laughing, started kissing again, but she shook her head when I tried to unfasten the buttons she had just fastened. I felt a twinge of worry. "You're not going to tell me now that this was only a one-time thing, that we must never do it again, all that crap?" She smiled. "I could say that, I guess, but it would be kind of stupid, wouldn't it?" We kissed again and she slipped out the door, to wait outside by my car until I came down the back fire-escape to join her. Ha. More secret agent stuff. But worth it. END * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. 4-million people around the world contract HIV every year. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 66