3 comments/ 60375 views/ 37 favorites A Passion Play Ch. 01 By: eclare This is a copyrighted original work of fiction. All rights reserved. All characters featured herein are at least eighteen years of age, even if not expressly stated. Any resemblance between actual persons, living or dead is entirely coincidental. Song lyrics contained herein remain the original artist's property. Many thanks to editor Tom Graham of Girls_cum_first. * If I wasn't such an idiot I'd have had it all sorted out before. I needed a place to stay for my Junior year in the Math's program. I planned on staying with Ron but I screwed up and didn't act in time to get the room. Donny had a room at his place, but it would have been party central, a crazy hashish Kasbah - 24/7. I'd never get any work done. But then I talked to my friend Ana. She said there's a basement room in the house where she's staying and it was less money. Was I interested in seeing the room? Five girls. It would be me and five girls. Of course I was interested. So I went to visit the house and check out the room with the intent of possibly staying there. Oh, I recognized that on the one hand I had the prospect of living with a bunch of girls running around in panties and bras, or less. On the other hand, I could be walking into an estrogen concentrated, cackling nightmare. My tardiness led me to the best year of my life. I landed up staying with the girls. I went to visit the house on a bright sunny Sunday morning, the day before classes started. Christa answered the door. She was the mother of the house. She was a doll. Muscular, tight ass, nice boobs, beautiful creamy-pink colored skin, completely blemish free. Although she was fairly short, maybe five-five, she had this physical energy about her, a whirlwind dynamo. Christa's pretty face, grey eyes and a medium length brown ponytail, pulled tightly back, contrasted to the neck veins that had a tendency to pop out when she moved. My friend Ana was there too. And Angela. I saw the room. It was small, in the basement, just at the bottom of the stairs. It had a tiny window, about 6" x 18". That was it, a stuffy little room with a closet. Still, the prospect of panties running around had my mind rushing. Plus, let's face it, there was a really good possibility that I could land up screwing one or more of the girls during the course of the year. Christa asserted herself. She broke down the rent money and landlord's rules Nothing much out of the ordinary there. Then she told me her rules. Clean up after yourself. Contribute to the work. If we are going 'common' for dinner on any particular night, I'm expected to pay my fair cost and do my share of the prep and clean-up. Fair enough I figured. Christa stuck a finger in my chest and said, "Your bathroom is downstairs. You are not using this bathroom," pointing down the hall, "even though this one is closer, even though you need to pee badly, you're still going downstairs. Got it?" She continued, "No parties. We have parties and you can bring friends, but I'm not having a bunch of your dickhead nerds hanging around here drinking beer and playing video games. I'm not having? Shouldn't it have been we're not having? She went on, "You can have friends over but they are not sleeping on the couch. Whoever stays over sleeps in your room, with you. Got it?" What a bee-atch. The rules are reasonable but did she have to say it that way? Apparently that was her third year in the house and she had had taken some kind of leadership role in running the place. Whatever. "I'm good with all that," I told all three girls. Christa crossed her arms across her -- really nice -- pert tits and said, "Somehow I know I'm going to get crucified for asking this.....so, do you want to take the room?" "Yeah. Are you ok with that?" After a pause, "When are going to move in?" she answered. "Shouldn't the other girls be asked if it's ok before you say ok? I could tell I was blushing. Christa blushed too. "Angela darling, will you be ok if Joey stays with us this year?" Angela broke out laughing and couldn't answer before Christa continued, "Ana, do you have any objections? "No, not at all," Ana answered with a grin on her face. "What about the other two girls?" Christa answered matter-of-factly with her head held high and mighty, "They've left it up to me. They trust my judgment in such matters and we are ok with you moving in." "Ok, fine. I'll see you tomorrow," I said with a big grin on my face. "Bye," I walked out the door. Just outside the door I stood for a moment thinking, what have I just done? Then I heard laughter inside the house and Ana's unmistakable Birmingham accent, "Ya I told you," and more laughter. I'd known Ana - Anahita Chatervedi - for pretty well two years by then. She was in my Math's program at university. She was the smartest person I'd ever met and I was in total awe of her. On several occasions when I struggled with a math concept that the profs, the TA's and the textbooks combined couldn't get me to get my brain around, Ana would walk me through the most bizarre leaps of logic that math can be. Higher math is a queer thing. Either you get it or you don't. It's not just a visualization type of understanding either. We live in three dimensions. But we can't visualize four. We can rationalize it, with effort. How about five dimensions, or ten, or negative pi dimensions. It can get kooky. But not for Ana. That girl was amazing. Not only was she brilliant at math, always at the top of the class, but on any subject. She was very well read and current, it didn't matter what subject was brought up...middle east politics, latest pop stars, endorphins in the brain, vampire stories, it didn't matter...she knew it all and she could come up with the most esoteric, bizarre stuff even beyond my normal. She could blow my mind. She was a true friend. She was good looking too. Plus she had a Birmingham (UK ) accent that made her really exotic. I would have loved to go out with Ana but didn't dare go after her, for a couple reasons. One, I wouldn't do that and risk losing a friendship. If I made a pass at her I'm pretty sure she'd bolt at my affront to her and that would be it. Secondly, she was in a different class altogether. She was already talking about going on and getting her Doctorate. I was sure she'll get it. I was also pretty sure I could see this girl's trajectory in life. No matter what she would land up doing, she was going straight up like a rocket. I simply didn't have the metal capacity or the charm to keep up with Ana. Sexy as she was, she had that typical Indian woman look, straight black hair, brown eyes. Maybe it's a cultural thing. I could see her getting old and what may be considered shapely today will become a short, stout Indian woman tomorrow. Plus, she had those wispy almost side burns that some Indian girls have and that faint little moustache thing -- a real turn off for me. I was dearly fond of her, I was in awe of her, but I knew I wasn't going even going to try to go out with her. She was just not the soul-mate for me. In those early days Angela turned out to be a great friend too. Angela Immaculatina Maria Delvecchio was hilarious, a natural comedienne. Whichever room she walked into immediately brightened up. With laughter! All Angela. She was a lovely, really nice, sweet person. And she had massive breasts. Unfortunately, they were sitting on a big belly too and backed by a truly fat ass. She really should have been, like, forty or fifty pounds lighter. She had a pretty face though, sparkling brown eyes, wavy dark brown hair and a lovely smile, albeit with chubby cheeks and a bit of a hooked nose, although that gave her character. Not only was she funny, she had a twisted mind too. Angela was a bit of a sad case though. Because she was heavy...she didn't get dates. She'd get all dolled up and go out to clubs with her equally fat Italian heritage friends all smeared with make-up and wearing clothes that they really shouldn't have been wearing. Inevitably she would come home pissed up and disappointed. I felt sad for her. She was trying. I know she was eager to have me, but there was no way. Sympathy sex just wasn't my bag. Ah, but then there was Bubbles. Lisa St. James, but I preferred to think of her as Bubbles. She was a walking wet dream. I didn't actually meet her until about a week after I'd moved in. I nearly pissed my pants when I did. She was about five four, blonde... natural blonde...straight hair to just below her shoulders and the cutest face with big, dark blue eyes and a sexy, devilish smile that immediately got my cock twitching every time I saw it. She had a tight, little ass and smallish pert titties which suited her thin frame. All in all she was a blonde, pink, adorable piece of girl candy. The harsh reality, which I was fully cognizant of, was that girls that cute simply don't go out with guys like me. Not that I'm bad looking. Bubble's could get any guy she wanted and I knew it wasn't going to be me. I couldn't keep my eyes of Bubbles whenever she was anywhere near me. It didn't matter who else was in the room, the girl drove me nuts. She was always giggling and just bubbling. From the moment I laid my eyes on her I really wanted to have her. Bubbles had though, not surprisingly, all these 'boyfriends' chasing her all the time. I actually knew Eve before I moved in. Or rather, I knew who she was. She'd been in a couple of Computer Sci classes with me. I knew her name -- Eve Daniels, but that was about it. Well actually, I knew her body, fully clothed unfortunately. Naturally, I'd been checking her out in class and in the hallways. Eve, or as I preferred to think of her after moving in...Church Girl -- she actually went to church on Sundays...was a sexy babe. Tall, thin. Almost lanky, but not quite. More cat-like in her movements than anything gangly. But tall -- I'm six-two, she was not a lot shorter than me, maybe five-eleven? And she had wide hips that wiggled...oh so sexily when she walked...plus, that inch wide gap at the top of her thighs that drives me just out of my mind. Prime camel-toe material, if she wore the right clothes. Nice breasts too, maybe a bit small for her wide shoulders, but definitely more than a handful. She had a beautiful - a classically beautiful, face. And a pearly white smile...oh! Clearly a lot of expensive dental care invested in that smile. She had a lovely white complexion and the cutest tiny, tiny, beauty spot mole on the top left of her full lips, a Marilyn Monroe thing, but on the other side and much smaller. She also had a little cleft to her chin that just sealed the deal for me. I'm pretty sure it was love on first sight. Well maybe not love...but lust for sure. And that was a year before when she was in my Comp Sci classes and hanging out in the hall. I don't think I ever saw her with make-up, though, or jewelry for that matter. Maybe a watch. Eve was a frumpy dresser though. That and her mousy, straggly brown hair that always seemed to be a little bit greasy...set her apart from the other girls. She wore glasses with....black frames. She was B-list material in other people's minds, not mine. If she did something with her hair, maybe put on some make-up once in a while and wore some nice clothes, she could be the hottest thing around, I thought. Had she ever considered contacts? Nevertheless, I thought she was....well, definitely not hot like Bubbles hot...but someone I would definitely want to go out with. From the moment I first really met her in the house, Church Girl was my prime target. I wanted to her. "Hey...I'm Joey." I reached out my hand. "Eve." She took it. Her hand was elegant and soft. "You were in my Comp Sci last year," I said. "Two years ago, in Freshmen," she said, "yah, I remember you." She was beaming at me. What a beautiful smile. I lifted her hand up, turned her hand knuckles up, bowed slightly, while looking straight into her brown eyes I bent down...and I kissed her hand. I clicked my heels too. Her jaw dropped and her face went pale. Perfect reaction...couldn't be better. In the first few weeks, every time I saw Church Girl, she was so sweet, so friendly, and so damn sexy. I asked her out. Although the whole date thing, coming back to my place, was going to be a bit absurd, seeing as we lived under the same roof. It was about four o'clock on a Friday, "Do you want to go out tonight? Like dinner and a movie or something?" I asked coyly. "Ohh... I'm sorry," she answered, looking down at her feet, " I've got a lot of homework to do," she said, "but thanks for asking," then looked up and smiled at me, kind of half hearted. Shit. I mumbled something at her. It wasn't rude, it was polite and I headed off out the front door down to McDonald's on Fulham Road. As I walked along I realized that I'd never been refused a date before. There were girls I wouldn't dare ask out, like Bubbles. But every girl I kind of clicked with...I was never shut out. And the homework thing? Really? Yah, we all had a lot of work piled on, but we were two weeks into the year, Mid-terms weren't even close. On a Friday night? Yeah, she shut me down. After my pathetic Big Mac Combo dinner I went back home and did some homework, then landed up playing stupid video games in my room. At about seven I went upstairs to grab a beer. Church Girl was sitting in front of the TV sipping a glass of white wine. What the hell? "I thought you had homework to do?" I asked. "All done...for now." I looked at her incredulously. Am I that ugly? Do I have terrible bad breath? What the hell is wrong with me? This nerd girl won't go out with me and she clearly doesn't have another date tonight. Have I been an asshole? Did I say something wrong? It couldn't have been me. I didn't mess up. And my hygiene was fine too. Maybe the situation was salvageable. "We can still go out, it's still early," I said. "Naw...I don't think so." "Eve this is crazy. We live under the same roof. I'm going to grab a beer, and if it's okay with you I'll sit and watch whatever you're watching on TV. Is it okay with you if I do?" "Sure," Church Girl was beaming at me again. What a dream girl. She nearly threw me off my point. "But you and I sitting in front of a big screen in a theater is not okay? I'll pay for the movie." She looked at me all serious, "Joey. I don't do dates." What? I don't understand women. I certainly don't understand this one. I just shook my head and headed to the kitchen to grab a beer. "Do you want anything from the fridge?" "Grab the wine bottle." A light bulb went off in my head. She's gay! She's a lesbo. How could I be so stupid? What an idiot I am...Again. I grabbed her wine bottle and with my beer I headed back into the living room. I felt good. My head was clear. I love lezbos, especially the one's one the internet. I'm totally cool with the gay thing. I was going to be comfortable with Church Girl. But then, Church Girl -- lesbo? Church? I thought she was Catholic. Very strange. I plopped the wine bottle on the coffee table. "Thanks," she said and gazed at me. "You're...welcome." It wasn't a big deal. Why was she looking at me like that? It was only then that I noticed her t-shirt was inside out, I could make out the lettering lluT orhteJ. What a nut. I guess there was a reason she wore glasses. "Umm, do you want to go to the football game tomorrow?" she asked, her half-smile fading away. It was the season home opener. "Isn't that like a date?" I snapped back, perhaps a bit too sharply. "No, it's a football game." "You and me in a crowded stadium, watching entertainment in front of us and eating hot dogs and pretzels and drinking beer is not a date, yet you and me in a crowded theater watching entertainment after having pizza and a glass of wine is? What's up with that?" As soon as I said that I wished I'd just kept my mouth shut. I was being a jerk. I blew it. She looked down and said "Sorry." And then after a moment she asked softly "So do you want to go? I'm sure Christa can get us tickets." So she's asking me out? What the hell? "I can't," I answered dryly. After a moment she said, "Oh I guess you've got homework to do." "No," I came back to her, "I've a commitment downtown tomorrow morning and I'm not gonna be back in time. I can make the second half, maybe, but not the whole game. It's just not worth the hassle." She gazed at me with a puzzled look on her face. I knew what she was wondering. What kind of commitment do I have on a Saturday morning and is it as trivial as her 'homework'. "I'm committed...to helping a bunch of little kids out in an exercise thing." "Oh," she said her head snapping up, her eyes glistening, happy, "it's like a part time job?" "Well no, I don't actually get paid," I said flatly. She gazed forward to the TV which was on commercial then up to the ceiling. Then she said, more to herself than me, "That's so nice, you're volunteering with a bunch of kids." After a moment she picked up the remote and asked "I'm not actually watching this, do you mind if I turn this off?" Oh shit, now gay Church Girl wants to talk."Sure," I said. She clicked off the TV, put down the remote and picked up her wine glass, took a sip and turned to me, smiling. Her arm reached out, her fingernails tickled my shoulder. "That was really sweet what you did, when I first met you here." "What?" What was she on about? She wasn't acting lesbo all of a sudden. "You kissed my hand. It was sweet." She was smiling at me. Was Church Girl coming on to me? I was confused. I just smiled back, I'm sure with a stupid look on my face and said "It was nothing..." It was nothing? What a stupid thing to say. "...It was my pleasure," I quickly added with a little flourish of my right hand to act up the moment, in hope of recovery. I don't think it worked. Church Girl just looked at me. I couldn't read her face. Ana came upstairs, "Am I interrupting something here?" she asked. "No," I said, stood up, grabbed my beer and started walking out of the room. I turned slowly to face Church Girl. I gave her a big smile. I knew I was being a total letch. I grinned at her, very cognizant of the moment and simply said, "I'm off to my room. I'll see ya later." I was sure she was going to tap at my door. I wondered...five minutes. Over or under? If she was gay, she probably wasn't that committed. I didn't meet a girlfriend. It couldn't have been Christa or Bubbles. They both have boyfriends. And those two were about as far away from gay as you could get. Church Girl was definitely bi, at the very least. Hell, she came on to me. For sure. But she was lonely too. Prime material. Five minutes. Over or under? She didn't tap on my door. If she did, it was much later and I was asleep. I was shut down again. As I was getting back the next afternoon, I ran into Annie Bonneau from St. Angel's mission house. Annie was pretty well the first person I met in this forsaken paradise when I started my freshman year. I couldn't tell if she was half bag lady, half angel or half bag lady, half demon. She was scary looking. Almost witch-like with wild, flaming red hair and piercing, almost black eyes coupled with grotesque red lipstick. A very strange woman, yet friendly and compassionate and that counted for a lot. She ran the mission. Annie was struggling to get rid of a bunch of flowers left over from I guess either a wedding or a funeral. The mission house did both occasionally. She had a lot of flowers. Mainly, white tulips. I offered her twenty bucks to take them all off her hands. She was grateful for the help and the cash. A Passion Play Ch. 01 As I trundled off with my arms completely full of flowers she called after me, "you know the weather down here so fine." Huhh? The flowers were distributed evenly amongst the girls. I didn't have vases, but I did manage to tie them into bundles and put their names on little makeshift cards. I was proud of myself for being such a lunatic romantic. Collectively, the girls liked the gesture. I couldn't believe it. A couple of flowers and they all warmed up to me. After a couple of weeks I settled in, got serious about the course work and developed a fairly responsible work and study hard -- party hard routine. The household atmosphere was generally one giant comedy festival, thanks mainly to Angela. We were all laughing the whole time, even if Angela wasn't there. Everyone was nice. No one was being an asshole. Ana, Angela and I had the bedrooms in the basement. The other three were upstairs in nice, well lit rooms. Christa's of course was the largest room because she was the oldest resident, this being her third year there. Christa Harris was the oldest of all of us at twenty four. We could even laugh about the sleeping arrangements. Anyway you want to cut it, the fat girl, the brown girl and the guy, were stuck in the basement while the three princesses were all upstairs. And don't use our bathroom please and thank you. Another aspect of those early days was a bit of a sexual standoffishness. It wasn't the panty and bra show I was expecting, let alone a free flow of sex. There was far too much modesty for my liking. I guess to a degree I was cramping their style. But it was ok, all-in-all I felt very comfortable there. As directed, I didn't have my nerd or stoner friends over to play video games and such. Sure, we all had our own circles of friends outside the house. Bubbles would have 'dates' come over to pick her up and drop her off and occasionally sleep the night. Christa had a steady boyfriend 'Wayne' but as she had her own car, he'd rarely come by. I never did lay my eyes on him. And I never did see Ana, Church Girl or Angela go out on an actual date. For that matter neither did I. We all just tended to stick together in-house. The girls did like to party, that's for sure. Christa was the worst (or the best), when she was around with a close second by Angela. Church Girl, though, would become entirely different when she had a couple of drinks in her, she would get a pretty racy comment in here and there. I liked that. Ana could party too and get right into it. I'd never seen her get drunk and silly though. When Bubbles was there and we all had a couple of drinks, I had to consciously try to keep my lecherous eyes off of her sweet little ass. But then I'd be glancing at the other girls too given the opportunity. Not fat Angela though. I did notice that they'd be checking me out too, on occasion. Christa, even with her so called boyfriend, I swear I'd see her giving me side glances sometimes, with that steely glare of hers. I could never figure out what Christa was thinking. She was a hard driven, determined girl. She'd look you straight in the eye and hone into the heart of whatever matter was being discussed, right away. No bullshit with that woman. And I wouldn't want to cross her either. I wouldn't have minded fucking her though. It was a Friday night about two months after I moved in when I was being dropped off by a cab after drinking in a pub with Ron and a couple lads for that last four hours. It was about 10:30 and I needed to be up at 7:00 the next morning. I remember dying to piss while in the cab and when I got to the house, I threw money at the cab-driver and bolted while undoing my belt ready to piss. I made my way up the driveway and to the side of the house to pee. I noticed that there was a party going on inside. I heard laughter, female laughter. Between the houses I found a suitable target, an old four by eight sheet of plywood that had been leaning up against the house for obviously some time. I painted that plywood with a glorious inebriated piss, swinging my hips side to side. Girls can't do this I thought with a laugh. I could still hear them inside. 'I think I'll join them' I thought to myself with my brilliant drunk mind, now relieved of the bladder strain. 'I'll just grab a beer', although that was probably the last thing I needed then, 'and join the party'. "Joey!" "Ha-ha!" "Joey's here". More laughter. It was only the four of them. Ana wasn't there. It looked like fun. I didn't need to be on my best behavior. They were sitting in the living room at the front of the house with empty beer cans and those Bacardi Breezer orange fruit thingys and a good part of a bottle of Grey Goose gone. There were empty pizza boxes around them and chips and salsa on the coffee table. They were a drunken mess, giggling about who knows what. I made my way to the kitchen. From the fridge I called back into the living room, "Does anybody want anything to eat......?" "We want to eat you!" Laughter. "........or drink?" "Ya come on over here we're gonna eat you alive," Angela, of course. More laughter. "And take your shirt off," it might have been Christa. "And your pants," definitely Angela. I don't know what it was that got into me. Something to do with having a bunch of beers already and a half a joint, something to do with the fact that Ana wasn't there, and I guess something to do with the fact that I'd been there a couple of months now and hadn't been laid for like half a year. I whipped my shirt off as I came into the living room with my beer. "Yeah! Whoohoo" "Take it all off!" More laughter. They were howling. This was going to be so much fun. I leaned against the dining room table and kicked my shoes off, my socks, then in one go my pants and underwear. Now they were screaming in laughter. Naked, I raised my arms above my head and shouted, "It's snack time ladies!" Bubbles was on her back on the couch kicking in the air while gasping. Christa was so red she looked like she was having a baby. Angela's belly was heaving up and down. Church Girl was having a fit howling. "What the hell's going on here?" It was Ana's Birmingham accent. She was right behind me. I was busted. Naked and busted in front of Ana. I was in shock. I started to panic. She must have just come up the steps from the downstairs bathroom. Just then I noticed there is obviously a space on the couch and a half drunk orangy thing in front. How could I have been so stupid? The others were still laughing. Angela yelled back to Ana, "We're going to eat Joey!" to peels of laughter. "Cool!" Ana replied, as she walked past me, smiling while looking down and checking my goods. Cool? Did she say cool? She did, holy shit! "Ok ladies, clear off the table." I lay down on the coffee table on my back. "Pass me the chips," I said. They handed the bowl to me and I dumped all of them onto my chest, to shrieks of delight. "Pass me the salsa!" They did. I dumped that all over my cock and balls and pubic hair. "Eat away girls!!!!" There was stunned silence. Christa broke the silence, "Oooh - I think I'll have chip." She picked up a chip off my chest and the very slowly dragged it along the length of my cock, from the base to the very tip of my foreskin. Scooping up a bit of salsa, she popped the chip in her mouth and cooed, "Mmmm... that's yummy." Instantly there were ten hands grabbing chips, dragging along the length of my cock and scooping up salsa. They were laughing away again. "Eww - I got a pube!" Laughter. It was hilarious. Suddenly the chips were gone and I was hard as a rock. Silence fell again. Church Girl -- Church Girl!!! -- grabbed my cock held it straight up into the air and said, "There's still salsa left," and put my cock into her mouth sucking up whatever salsa was on it. "Ssssssssssssspicy," she said smiling to the others. At that point I was moments away from squirting. They all took turns tasting the 'salsa' on my cock. Even Ana. Finally Christa grabbed my cock, pointed strait up and started power jerking me. "Cum, cum, cum!" they all started chanting "Come on do it Joey". Church Girl was kissing me softly on my lips. Someone was pinching my nipples. My hips were twisting. I was spazzing out. I lasted about eight more jerks and then shot up at least two feet in the air. "Oooooohh..." was their collective reaction. Squirt. "Ahhhhh..." Squirt. "Ohhhh..." It's was like they were watching fireworks. I just kept coming. Christa's hand and my chest were covered in semen. Silence again. Angela dipped a finger into the cum on my chest, rubbed it around then dragged it into the last remaining salsa nestled in my pubes, then slipped the finger into her mouth licking it clean and pulling it out of her mouth with an audible pop sound. "Nice," she cooed. "Oohhh gross!" "Yuuukkk," was the collective response from the other four. They stood up and ran out of the room like little children, laughing in hysterics, leaving Angela and I alone. I yelled after them, "Did you enjoy the snack ladies?" I looked at Angela, all one hundred and eighty pounds of her beamed back at me. What the hell did I just do? I got up too and headed for my room. I met Ana as she was coming back with a paper towel roll for me. I jolted all of a sudden. Seeing her made me panic. As she handed the paper towels to me I stammered out, "I-I'm sorry." "For what?" Taking a deep breath, "For making a fool of myself. Ana, I don't want this...." "Nonsense," she cut me off. "We were having fun. You obviously enjoyed yourself," she said poking my shoulder. "Joey, don't be sure a prude," she leaned into my ear and whispered, "I knew you had a nice cock." I was in total shock and I could feel my face flush as I walked away trying to stop the cum from dripping off my shoulders. I got straight into the shower. With the water blasting off my face all I could think was what the hell just happened? Things were going to be different now. And they were. I certainly had no modesty left. Which I guess rubbed off on them a little too. Slowly the bra and panty show started. Floppy braless t-shirts at the breakfast table were a real treat. Of course I gave them every opportunity to feast their eyes on me, without being too vulgar about it. For example, I could now without second thought walk to the bathroom first thing in the morning in just my underwear with my piss hard-on still in place. I think they liked that. Angela sure did. Of course I could have been totally wrong about that. Still, I never heard one complaint. One of the issues I was having was with my room. It was always stuffy. I needed to keep the door cracked open to be able to get some air. And once the heating season and the furnace came on next to my room, what little air I did get through the tiny vent was a like a hundred degrees. It seemed that I was going to suffocate and melt. The solution was to keep my door wide open, and as I preferred to sleep in the nude, Ana and especially Angela had plenty of opportunity look into my room and say, "Oh high Joey," or "good morning." It was a bit unnerving at times. Angela was more than just hinting that she would like get to... know me better. Church Girl too, but not as much as Angela. Bubbles, unfortunately not at all. With Christa, I just couldn't tell. She had her boyfriend but I'd still catch her checking out my butt, or my arms and shoulders. It was in early November on a Sunday morning after breakfast, we were all there, even Church Girl. We were cleaning up and doing laundry and stuff like that and all dressed in sweat pants and t-shirts and the like. Three of them were braless, not Ana and thankfully not Angela. I don't know how the conversation started but Bubbles and Church Girl were insisting that Christa was by far the most 'fit' person in the house. I took exception to that. "Oh no, you don't understand. She runs the fitness class," Bubbles explained. "I don't care if she runs the Boston Marathon every day. She's not more 'fit' than I am." "Then why don't you take my class, we'll see how fit you really are," Christa startled me. I hadn't realized she had just walked into the kitchen. "I'm not taking your friggin' class. I don't need to. I know I'm every bit as fit as you are. Probably more!" "Bullshit." "Christa, I'm stronger than you, I can run faster than you and I'm probably more flexible than you," I really doubted that last part. "Bullshit," she scowled, "just because you think you can run faster than me, doesn't make you more fit. Maybe you can run faster and lift more weight than me, but that doesn't make you more fit." Her eyes were narrowing, the thin eyebrows became a straight line, she was clearly pissed. "Fitness," she continued with a controlled grimaced smile, "is all about muscle tone, core strength, stamina and endurance. You're in good shape I'll give you that Joey, but you are nowhere as fit as me." "Bullshit" I said tersely. And what the hell is the difference between stamina and endurance I thought. Our voices had been getting a little heated and now. All six of us were crammed into the little kitchen or just inside the doorway. I don't know what came over me but I was pissed with this affront. Little miss princess bitch was telling me that she's better than me. Screw you lady - I thought. I don't care how old she was or what shape she was in, I was not about to get humiliated by Christa. Maybe it was a testosterone thing. Or maybe it was an estrogen thing for her because she stuck a finger into my face and said "If you think you are in better shape than me...more fit...then prove it asshole." Asshole? Those were fighting words. The other girls were in a stunned silence. Those were the sharpest words ever spoken amongst us. Our voices were raised. It wasn't pretty. My face was flushed. I was seriously pissed off. Clearly, so was Christa. "Fine. I'll prove it," I said trying to keep some composure "I challenge you bitch," I couldn't help but let it out, "to a sit-up contest. That's core strength, don't you think?. .......Do you think you can handle it? I could feel the blood in my face. My fists were clenched in rage. I shouldn't have called her a bitch. "What?............ If you're challenging me to a contest to see who can do more sit-ups then you are on dickhead!" Her face was red and her neck veins popping making quite the contrast to her straight brown hair pulled back into a tight pony tail. Trying to act like an adult I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself down, then asked in a hopefully controlled voice "Okay, how many sit-ups can you do? "All lot" she snapped back instantly with her plucked eyebrows in a straight line, staring straight at me. "How many can you do?" "More than you!" my voice was rising again. "Fuck-off!" she yelled back while giving me a sharp shove, knocking me back. I couldn't believe how she was getting really worked up about all of this. She was taking this really, really personally. The princess bitch was losing her cool. All of a sudden she was being physical. Looking straight into her steely grey eyes I said slowly "I'll bet you that I can do more sit-ups than you." "You're on!" she fired back. "I'll bet you a hundred bucks - dickhead!" "I don't have any money," I said sheepishly. It was true. I was pretty well broke. "Well what are you going to bet then loser?" her face was all red. The veins on her neck were about to burst again. I gulped, then thought for a moment. "Sexual favors," I said bravely. Her grey eyes went all wide. Like saucers. Then after a few seconds her eyes narrowed up again into hawk-like, steely mode, eyebrows in a line. She leaned into me and said, "Ok, you're on". My heart skipped a couple of beats. Really? Did I hear that right? I couldn't believe it. "If I do more sit-ups than you," she growled in a low voice, "then you eat me." There was stunned silence in the kitchen. I responded immediately, "Fine, and if I win, you blow me." She stared at me. Her face was hard. "No it's not the same," she said coolly. "What are you talking about?" I was trying. "It's not the same. If you beat me at sit-ups I'll give you a hand-job. That's all you get." She was of course right. It's not the same. This was a win-win situation for me. It couldn't be more delicious. I wasn't going to argue. Too much. "Ok fine, but I get to cum on your tits," I said, trying to keep a dead-pan face. She paused for a moment and said "Ok, you're on asshole." Angela started giggling, then all the rest joined in. It was a pretty absurd situation. I said, "Wait a minute.....how may sit-ups do I need to beat you by to get a blow-job?" Christa glared at me. Her eyes narrowed, her eyebrows pinched into a straight line again. "Let's continue this in the living room," she said. We all shuffled out of the kitchen like a small school of fish. No one wanted to miss a nanosecond of this. They all sat down except me and Christa. She was too animated to sit down. So was I. Pointing a finger at me and her eyes focused like a laser on me she said, "Ok, here's the deal. When I beat you by twenty-five sit-ups you are going to eat my pussy. When I beat you by fifty you are going to eat me twice. And If I beat you by a hundred and fifty, you eat me six times." "How about my blow jo...." "Shut-up and listen dickhead." "When you eat me there's no satisfaction for you. You lick my pussy. You do exactly as I tell you to do. If I choose to have multiple orgasms, that's my choice. You just do as you are told. And when I tell you that you're are finished, I'll say thank you and fuck off. Do you understand?" Up until then I hadn't realized just how much of a bitch she really was. "Ya great" I answered, "but what if I win?" "Okay, how about if you beat me by twenty five sit-ups you get a hand job. If you beat me by fifty...I'll suck your cock." Wow...without any effort I was on a roll. "And swallow," I added. Hopefully. "No. I don't swallow." "Then I get to cum on your tits." "Fine," she said rolling her eyes. "How many sit-ups do I need to do to get you to swallow?" I was pressing now. "Fuck you. Another twenty five" she said dismissively. I was definitely on a roll. Everyone else was sitting in stunned silence. "How many sit-ups do I need to do to fuck you?" Now the laughter started. Angela first, of course. We settled on a hundred. But Christa added, "But it's not cumulative. It's not like you get a hand job at twenty-five, a blow-job at fifty and a fuck at a hundred. You get one or the other. And that's it!" "I on the other hand," she continued with an almost musical tone in her voice "get oral sex on demand, from you, numerous times -- once for every twenty five sit ups. And you know what? I'm not going to give a rat's ass if I'm showered, menstruating or I've just taken a shit. You are going to be servicing me. With no satisfaction to you. Do you understand?" I gulped unable to speak. This was too good to be true. "Give your head a shake Joey," she went on, "do you even work-out? "I..I..do karate." I answered. My mind wasn't working straight. "Ohh! Big fucking deal! He does karate. How long have you been doing it? What color belt do you have? I'm so scared Joey," she said pretending to tremble. "Belt color doesn't matter," I answered meekly while trying to compose myself, "it's all about staying in shape." There were peels of laughter from all the rest. Except Ana. Ana had a neutral face. "So what belt do you have? Christa continued, pushing a finger into my chest, "A white belt?,..oh no, I bet you're higher than that, I'll bet you have ......a yellow belt! ." A Passion Play Ch. 01 I blushed. "You do!" Christa screamed pointing at me, laughing and jumping up and down. The rest joined into it too, except Ana. "You've got a yellow belt -- how cute," Christa said with fake puppy eyes. "Admit it, don't deny it. You've got a yellow belt." Now they were all laughing at me. Even Ana. Slowly I answered, "Yes, I have my yellow belt." At that, they were all in hysterics. I broke the hilarity up by asking Christa, "How many sit-ups do I need to do to fuck you up the ass?" They stopped laughing right away. Clearly I said the wrong thing. "You're never fucking me up the ass," she snapped back after the laughter died down. "Come on, how many?" "Like a million!?!" she said to the other girls with a scrunched up, half laughing face. Well at least I got a number. "Christa Darling," I said in a mocking fake English accent, "A million is not quite reasonable is it? Give me something I can work with here." After some heated negotiation we settled on an extra two hundred. What a good sport she was. But I had established that a butt-fuck included a little oral sex both ways and my cock inside her cunt for at least a short period. I get to cum only once, she can have as many orgasms as she wants. If any at all, she stressed. I was very proud of my negotiating skills. This was all like a wet dream come true. Christa stormed out of the room saying "Where the fuck did I leave my coffee?" Ana pushed me aside and asked with a little bit concern in her eyes if I knew what I was doing. I told her "Absolutely." Bubbles leant towards me too and said "Joey, you have no idea do you? I've taken her class. I can't keep up with her, she's in amazing shape." I had no idea? They had no idea. They had no idea I started karate at age seven. They had no idea that I got my black belt at age twelve. They had no idea that in the same year I received my black belt I'd been in a charity Sit-Up-a-Thon at my dojo and that not only did I win it but set the club record by a long shot. I'd done twenty two hundred and seventeen consecutive sit ups before my parents pulled me out telling me it's time to go home because they've got stuff to do. They had no idea I had just set up Christa like a bowling pin. In reality at age twelve, after that many sit-ups I was ready to quit when my parents pulled me out. The other big reality - that was ten years ago. I had a different body then. I was in great shape. Today, there was no way I could do that many sit ups again. Not even close. And I was sure as hell not even remotely as flexible now as I was when I was twelve. I had to admit to myself that I could be completely wrong about all of this. She could very well win, which was okay with me. She came back in with her coffee. She seemed a little bit calmed down. "Christa," Bubbles asked, "if you win six sexual favors, can I have one?" I snapped my head around to look at Bubbles. Did I just hear that right? I'd munch her anytime, anywhere. Holy shit. I'm really on to something now I thought. Christa's eyes narrowed again, paused for a moment, then glared at me, "Ok Joey here's the deal. If I beat you by one hundred sit-ups then, if I choose, you eat all of our pussies." Bubbles squealed in delight flipping onto her back on the couch kicking her legs in the air. I could see her tight flat stomach right up to the underside of her little tits. They others jumped up with a "Yeah!" "Yessss" and "Hoo-hoo!" They were high fiving each other. Even Ana. Christa was beaming. This was great. "Wait a minute," I said trying to keep a straight face, "so it's twenty sit-ups now not twenty five?" "Think of it as a bonus," she answered still grinning, "if I get to one hundred more sit-ups than you - it's either four for me or one extra to do all of us." The other girls were doing a happy dance now, squealing in delight. I was shocked. Christa continued still beaming with confidence, "And if I get to one fifty, you eat us all and I get two extra." She was laughing now. "Alright," I said, "seeing as this is a group thing now, how many sit-ups do I need to do to fuck all of your asses?" Silence. Boy that changed the tone in the room. "Well, I suppose," Christa answered slowly, "you will have to do a thousand." Church Girl chimed in with her hands in the air, "I'm not getting involved." "Relax Eve," Christa said turning to her, "he's not going to do a thousand sit-ups. A thousand more than me." I added, "You can't be in on one part of the deal and not the other." Christa went on, "Eve, how many sit-ups can you do? Seriously." "I don't know," she answered sheepishly, "twenty, twenty five maybe." "Exactly," Christa replied "yellow belt here is not going to do a fucking thousand more sit ups than me. He's not going to do more than me period. Hell, I bet he can't even do a hundred altogether." "You already bet that Christa," I said. "And how is it that you get a quantity bonus at a hundred? Let's be fair. If I do five hundred I get all your asses." We settled on six hundred. Six hundred more than whatever Christa could do. Church Girl wasn't at all happy. Ana was stone faced. "Write it down," I said, "Angela go get a paper and pen," she got up. Christa asked, "When do you want to do this?" "Right here. Right now." "Fine," she replied, "you're on loser." Angela returned with paper and pen and took down all of the details. I added "And if I do more than six hundred we roll the count and start over." "Yeah whatever," Christa said dismissively. I grabbed the pen and signed my name to it then held out the pen to Christa. "You're all signing it," I said. "Last chance Joey," Christa said holding the pen above the paper, "are you sure you want to do this?" "Fucking right," I said, perhaps a little too cocky. She signed it and they did too, even Church Girl and Ana. "Oh and they have to be proper sit-ups," I added, "no one is going to hold your feet. You have to touch your elbows to your thighs or else it doesn't count. And you're all counting out loud. No piss breaks, no breaks at all. Agreed?" "Fine," she said glaring at me steely eyed, "move the coffee table." "One small further request," I added. "What?" "I want us to be comfortable doing this. I'll wear my gi and you put on whatever little tutu you wear to your aerobics class. Five minutes." 'Aerobics class, tutu' I knew those were fightin' words again. The whole situation was unreal. I knew I was being a prick. Christa's neck veins were about to pop once more. "Fine," she growled. She looked as if she was going to kill me. "What's a gi?" Bubbles asked as I was walking out of the living room. Ana answered, "It's a karate uniform." I made that last request for two reasons. One, I figured that the gi will surprise them and perhaps give me a bit of a psychological edge, not that that really mattered in a purely physical contest. And two, I could feast my eyes on Christa's tight little ass as she did the sit-ups. I had two gis that fit me. The white one stayed at the dojo. Sensei's wife washed the instructors gi's every week. It was part of my deal there. I ran the Saturday morning kiddie class in exchange for some one-on-one with Sensei Yoshi. One of the reasons I was even at this university was so that I can study with Yoshi who was a sixth degree. All my fighting gear was kept there, my bo, my nun-chucks, all of it. The only thing that I had to carry to and from the dojo was my belt and my jockstrap and cup, which went into my backpack for washing at home. They'd never seen my karate stuff. I never talked about it. I'm pretty sure I hadn't even mentioned it to Ana. It's just something you learn in karate. You keep your mouth shut about it. I knew that by the time I was ten. Plus, on a certain level it's a bit nerdy. So I just never mention it. My formal gi was sitting in my closet. All black with a nice shine to it. Fully functional though. The black belt was slightly shiny too, the only color was the Japanese lettering of my name in gold on the belt. I didn't even have a club patch on that gi. It was strictly for formal functions, such as when I'm asked to be a judge, or at a belt ceremony. I downed a full glass of water in the kitchen and then made my way downstairs to the bathroom. I changed into my gi and started doing stretches in my room. I had serious doubts. When I was a kid I'd work out three times a week. Now it's just Saturday mornings. Occasionally, I'd help out at the regular evening classes, so at the most I got two good workouts a week. I'll need to pace myself. And drink more water. I continued stretching. After a few minutes I made my way upstairs and had another class of water in the kitchen. I could hear laughter and giggling from the living room. Christa was already there, stretching too. The mood had definitely changed. She was all smiles in her gold colored one-piece bathing suit type thing. She had white leggings on. She looked hot. I stood up to the doorway and said nothing. The room went silent as they turned to stare at me with wide eyes and mouths open. Yup girls, the belt ain't yellow. I bowed down just as I do when entering a dojo. I sat down on the living room carpet, crossed my legs, closed my eyes, put my hands on my lap. No one said a word. It worked. After about a minute -- a silent minute, I opened my eyes and shuffled over to the centre of the room. "Christa," I said "you sit right here," pointing to the floor at my right, "facing me, right next to me." That way I could see her face and her crotch. In an accusatory tone Bubbles said, "I thought you had your yellow belt Joey?" "I do. And a green one and a blue one and a white one. I've got all the colors. They're all still in the bottom of my closet at my parents place." They were all stone faced except Christa, she was fuming. "When you girls count there's one count only," I commanded in a calm voice. "If Christa or I don't do a proper sit up, you have to call it and the other gets to rest for a second until the other catches up." "And when you count," I continued, "it's not one hundred and twenty three, one hundred and twenty four. It's one two three, one two four. Got it? Angela, please keep a written record as we go." "Christa are you ready?" I could see real anger in Christa's grey eyes. I guessed she figured I somehow tricked her with the yellow belt thing. Too bad I thought, that was her suggestion, not mine. I had answered the question honestly, albeit misleadingly. With a steely resolve she said, "Ok let's go asshole." We both started. "One." "Two." "Three," I remembered to breath. "Four." "Whooo - Whooo," our combined breaths sounded. She looked hot. "Five." "Whooo -- Whooo." "Let's go Christa!" it was Angela. The atmosphere in the room definitely lightened up. .... "Two six." "Whooo - Whooo." Damn she was not letting up. I felt good. "Two seven." "Go Christa Go!" I could hear between counts. The girls were giddy. .... "One one seven." "Whooo -- Whooo." She was not slowing down or breaking into a sweat. "One one eight." "Whooo -- Whooo." She had a determined look on her face. Damn she was strong. She didn't miss a single sit up. Nor did I. I focused and got into a zone. I thought to myself - just concentrate on breathing, keep a rhythm going. .... "Whooo -- Whooagh." Her breathing just changed. "Two two seven." "Whooo -- Whooo." She was perspiring now. She was starting to hurt. "Two two eight." "Whooo -- Whooah." I got her! She had a mean look on her face. Her pussy was wet. Focus Joey focus. .... "Three eight six." "Whooo -- Uuugh." "Three eight seven." "Whooo - Uuugh" She won't be long now. "Come on Christa, keep going!" they were cheering her on. "Three eight eight." "Whooo - Uuughah" "You can do it girl!" .... At four four one she gave up, "That's it I'm done...," gasping and curling over onto her side, "you win". Her face was red, neck veins popping out like I've never seen them before, chest heaving. "...you fucking win...." "Start counting again! Two. "Whooo." I said without breaking rhythm. I was sweating too. "Three." "Whoo." ... "Two four." "Whooo." Christa was staring at me, pissed. "Two five." "Whooo." "Somebody's going to have cum on their tits," Angela announced triumphantly. They were all laughing now. "Two six." "Whooo." "Go for it Joey!" "Angela!" Christa yelled at her in shock. The rest of the girls were all in hysterics again. Christa was stunned at what was going on. So was I. The looks on our faces made it even funnier for the girls. These girls can be mean, but they're on my side now! "Two seven." "Whooo." ..... "Four nine." "Whooo." "I don't believe this!" Christa yelled. "Five ohh." "Whooo." They all cheered. All but Christa "This isn't happening." .... "Seven five." "Whooo." They all cheered again, they were holding their bellies laughing. "I'm fucked now," Christa said. "Seven six." "Whooo, not quite yet," I gasped out loud. .... "One hundred." "Whooo." The room shrieked "He did it!" "Unbelievable!!! "Don't tell my boyfriend!" I could make out Christa's voice. "One oh one." "Whooo." "What's he doing?" "He's going for your ass!" "One oh two." "Whooo." "Nooooooo!" She squealed. .... The room fell silent except for the counting and my measured breathing. I really got into a rhythm. I wanted her ass. Badly now. I didn't even listen to the count. I just kept going and breathing. I could hear them muttering "he's gonna do it" "oh my god" then the tone of the counting changed. "One nine eight." "Whooo." "Oh......noooo!" "One nine nine." "Whooo." "Two hundred!" "Whooo." "Shit." "I can't believe it." "Two oh one." "Whooo." "What the hell is he doing? Oh no!" "Two oh two." "Whooo." "Relax Eve there's no fucking way," Christa said. I could feel the horror in the room. "Two oh three." "Whooo." I got back into the zone again. Just breath and sit up. Breath and sit up. I really didn't think I would make it. That would be over a thousand. There's no way. But I wasn't about to give up I had Bubbles ass on the line now. At about two fifty I started getting an inkling that I might make it. I was getting thirsty though. That would eventually be my undoing I realized. Still I was strong. I kept thinking about my cock sliding into Bubble's sweet little ass. At about three fifty I realized that if I did make it, or even if I didn't, when I finished I wouldn't have the strength to jerk off, let along fuck Christa or Bubbles in the ass. At about four hundred I came to the realization that I should go for more and get at least a blow-job right away after this ordeal. I recognized too that my brain wasn't thinking straight. There was now a complete disconnect between my mental sexual urges and my body. Even a hand-job would do I thought, if I could get it up. So I set myself a new goal. Six seven five. I'll even do a couple of extras, just to make sure I don't get the count screwed up. I was thirsty. My brain was bouncing in slow motion. As I approached five hundred I was really starting to hurt. I was sweating like a pig. I could feel I was losing it. My ass was hurting from the friction with the floor, my pelvis muscles were numb. And I was dying for water. I just had to keep focused on Bubble's sweet ass. And keep breathing. "That's not a sit up!" I think it was Ana. I did it again making sure to touch. I was losing it. "Five one five." "Whooo." I wasn't aware of what was going on around me. I could see the look of horror on the girl's faces but I had a fog around me. The missed sit-up I made shook me back to reality. I was hurting. I needed to get back into the zone if I was going to make six seven seven. Bubbles..... "Joey you can stop now, you've just done six hundred." What? "You can stop now you've done six hundred" I kept going. "Keep counting!" I yelled remembering my goal. "What's he doing? He can't do twelve hundred" I think it was Bubbles that said it. "He's going for Christa again," Ana answered calmly. "Six seven three." "Uuugh." I hurt. "Six seven four." "Uuugh." Hold on...shit. "Six seven five." "Uuuugh." Two more. "Six seven six." "Uuuuugh!" One more. "Six seven seven." Uuuuughaaaaa." That's it. I did it. I rolled onto my side, gasping "Get me some water!" I was panting. I rolled onto my back again, my chest heaving up and down. My ass stung. Somebody brought me a glass. I couldn't drink it. I couldn't even hold the glass. I'd never had been so spent in my entire life. My belly was in serious pain. My ass was burning. No one was making a sound. Eventually I dragged myself up to my hands and knees and crawled over to the wall and sat up slumped against the wall. I grabbed the water glass, my hands trembled as I tried drinking between breaths. I was dribbling it all over myself. Lifting my eyes I looked at the others. I couldn't believe what I saw. Bubbles was sitting there staring at me with the devilish little grin of hers. Ana was stone faced staring at me. Angela was grinning from ear to ear. Church Girl looked like she was about to cry, or maybe she had. She couldn't even look at me. Christa was staring at me too, but I really couldn't make out what was going through her mind. Her veins weren't popping out, but she must have been pissed. The enormity of what I'd just done started to sink in on me as my head cleared. Although it will be so sweet doing Bubbles, Christa and Church Girl up the ass, I recognized I've got to fuck Angela up the ass too. Eeew. And how the hell do I approach Ana? I was far too tired to think, let alone come up with a plan. I really hadn't thought any of this through properly. Looking at the clock I calculated that I'd been doing sit ups for a full two hours non-stop. I needed a shower and some more water. I held up the empty glass and gasped, "Can I have some more please?" Angela grabbed the glass and heading into the kitchen. I rubbed my sore ass. I had to say something to them. When Angela returned I grabbed the glass and took a drink. "Have any of you girls had anal sex before?" I asked, my breathing starting to return to normal. I heard a bunch of "No's." "So you're all anal virgins then?" I said, not really asking. Well so was I, I thought to myself. I decided that I had to kick this whole situation down the road. "Right girls, here's the deal. When you find a star on your door, your ass is next. You will have to see me and we'll sort out where and when. I don't want to rush anything. I want you to be good and ready and clean. This ain't gonna happen before an exam or anything like that." They all kind of nodded, except Angela. I swear she was ready to jump me right then and there. "Except you Christa," I continued, "you and I have a little date later today." "Don't tell my boyfriend," she said to everyone, "he won't understand." I staggered to my feet and headed out the door saying, "I need a beer." In the kitchen I grabbed a beer from the fridge and started draining it back. Suddenly Christa was there. "You totally blew me away. You're amazing," she said. Then moving closer to me, she put her arms on my shoulders pulling me towards her, she looked up into my eyes, smiled and whispered "I can't wait." I was stunned. I didn't see that coming at all. "I need a shower, something to eat and more beer," was all I could say. "Take your time," she said, "I'll be waiting." She turned around stepped towards the door, turned her head back to me and flashed a big smile. Then with a deliberate wiggle of that tight gold lame covered ass, she waltzed out the door.