1 comments/ 18078 views/ 1 favorites I Hate Her By: Mason Page Elizabeth, my girlfriend, was the cutest girl in the world. Probably the girl I should've been with on the night in question and if there was ever such a thing as love, she'd be the one I'd be in it with. I had a little something called "respect" for her and that was the problem... I can't fuck a girl I respect. No, I don't need a girl I respect. I need a girl whose face I can come across. I need a girl whose only ambition in life is holding down her shitty waitress job. That was not Elizabeth, but that was her friend, Lacy. I'd be sacrificing in the looks department. Okay, I'd be sacrificing A LOT in the looks department. She was a blonde with an eternal "fuck you" attitude, big tits, big ass, but big everything else, too. She was probably heavier than me, probably about 200 pounds. She was tall, though, so her weight was a little bit more distributed than some of the midgets I've fucked. And respect? Not a bit of it, here. In fact, as much as I loved Elizabeth was as much as I downright hated Lacy. That fucking bitch. She hated me, too. I'm not going to lie. Most of the girls I've met in this rotten life hate me. But it was a love-to-hate relationship and I knew if I gave Lacy a call, she'd be game. If I had the time, I knew I would talk myself out of it. It was one of those things I was going to regret. So I downed a couple beers in a matter of minutes and forced myself to call. Ring. Ring. No turning back now. "Hello," she said. "Hey. It's me. Mason." "Oh. What the hell do YOU want?" "Come on, I know you hate me, but I'm bored as shit." "So?" "SO, why don't you come over and we'll watch a few movies, drink a bit of beer." "You're inviting me over to your place?" She laughed. "Are you serious?" "Yeah. Elizabeth's out of town and I thought we could get together and throw around some ideas for her birthday party. I'm in charge of that, you know." "Mase, I don't like you." "Yeah, I don't like you either, but did you ever stop to wonder why?" "What?" "Think about it. We should be friends. It's not fair to Elizabeth." "You just annoy me." "Come on, Lace. I've got beeeeer." That's what got her. She was 19 years old and I was 21. Elizabeth didn't care for the stuff, which was a shame since drunk fucking was my favorite sport. All inhibitions were off and I always wondered how my cute, prude girlfriend would act on the stuff. Unfortunately, I haven't found out yet. What I WAS about to find out, however, was that fucking slightly chubby chicks was a hell of a lot more fun than fucking skinny chicks. If you've never tried it, let me explain. You see, I answered the door and I already had a hard on. There Lacy stood, wearing a hooded sweatshirt and a pair of tight cotton shorts, the bottom of the tiny leg sleeves converging at her crotch. Her legs were shiny and smooth. She might develop cellulite sooner than a skinny chick, but she hadn't developed it yet. A few pleasantries later, I had a beer in her hands and offered her a seat. She chose to sit on the easy chair, not the couch, so she wouldn't have to be too close to me. That would change after about four or five beers. "So, do you want to play a game?" I asked her. "What kind of game?" "A card game. Poker." "Okay." There was nothing on TV, anyway. "Come here," I said, standing and walking around the coffee table. I sat on the floor between the TV and the table, dealing out cards on the floor. "Sorry. I don't have a card table." "It's fine. 5 Card?" "Yep." I kept an eye on her face as she studied her cards. Her makeup was blue on the eyelids and pink on the lips. She didn't wear much cover-up on the rest of her face because it was without acne and every bit as smooth as her plump legs. She had a small, tight mouth with small little lips and a big plump tongue. Her chubby cheeks dimpled when she smiled. "I'll take four," she said. "Okay." I dealt her four cards and dealt four for me. I discarded a couple of aces, trying purposely to lose. Damn the luck. I picked up three kings. "What do ya got?" "A pair of eights," she said. I slapped my cards across the carpet face down. "That beats my nothing. Count to six," I said, readying to drink my beer. "What?" "Just count to six." She counted aloud as I drank my beer. When she finished counting, I was finished drinking. "What was that about?" she asked. "Drinking game. If you win, I have to drink for as many seconds as the number on your highest red card. Face cards are ten." "Oh? And if you win?" "Then YOU have to drink for me." She giggled, looking me from the corners of her eyes, unconsciously nibbling and tonguing the rim of her longneck. Finally she took a sip and said, "Okay." We played the game for half an hour. If it was enough to get me THAT drunk (a.k.a., drunk enough to fuck a fat chick), surely it was enough to get her drunk enough to fuck me. "Ready to up the ante?" I said. "To what?" "What about clothes?" I peeked up at her as I shuffled the cards. If she pretended to be offended, if she threatened to tell Elizabeth, all I would have to say was: "Just kidding, jeeze!" But she didn't do that. She said, "Okay." What the hell happened? I don't know, but she had me down to my boxers and the only thing of hers I had off was a sandal. I was losing badly, but it wasn't yet time to cut my losses and quit. No sir, I had her laughing and feeling lucky and hooked like a casino-going soccer mom with nothing better to do than to PRESS HER LUCK. "I'm not quitting," she drunkenly said, "until I have you completely naked!" She thought she was on a roll. She WAS on a roll until I began cheating, dealing cards off of the bottom and, hell, picking up cards I had discarded right in front of her. She was too drunk to notice and sometimes I'd just hold onto a winning hand for the next round. She was obviously self-conscious about her chub. Instead of taking her hooded sweatshirt off first, she took off her shorts. Her panties weren't much more revealing than her short shorts were and she knew that. I caught her with three aces. "No!" she laughed. "That's not fair!" I realized she had nothing but a bra on underneath the sweatshirt. "Come on," I said. "Play fair." "Damn it," she said pouting, slowly removing her shirt. "Come on." She finally took the shirt from around her head and laid it on the rest of our clothes. Yeah, so she had a big belly. She also had some of the biggest tits I'd ever seen. I grabbed the shirt and playfully put it behind my back. "Hey!" she said, lunging towards me, grabbing for the shirt. A wonderful thing happened. I realized there'd be no more bullshit games because I instinctively leaned back when she instinctively leaned forward, reaching around both sides of me with both hands. Our faces were inches apart and I softly and somewhat innocently put my hand just above her waist. She began to relax, wanting so bad to kiss me, but wanting so bad not to show it. There was still that thought in her head that maybe she had the wrong idea about me. I brought my other hand around and put it on the other side of her waist and lied on my back, pulling her on top of me. She straddled my waist, allowing her body to press against my cock. Panties and boxers were the only things between us and I put my hand on the back of her short blonde hair. "What are we doing?" she asked. I kissed her. Since most of the kissing I had been doing lately was on Elizabeth, it was quite liberating to be kissing different lips. Awkward? Yes, but in a good way. I liked that tight mouth and those tiny yet soft lips and I got all giddy when she pushed her big fat tongue into my mouth. She didn't waist any time and moved her hips, rubbing those panties against my cock for no one else's pleasure but her own. It was uncomfortable for Mason Junior, so I reached down and let him hang out of the pee hole. I couldn't believe it, but he'd already pre-came a bit and he was about to do a little more if Lacy kept rubbing her warm crotch against him the way she was. "Jesus," she said, reaching down to touch it. "Big enough?" I chuckled and put my hand to her crotch. It, too, was wet, and I pulled her panties to the side. Her pussy was as bald and smooth as everything else on her body and while I had planned to tease it a bit, my finger slid in on its own. "Wet enough?" I teased. "Shut up." "No, I like it." I moved my finger up and began massaging her clit. She moaned and bit her bottom lip. She got a better grasp on my cock, lifting her hips a bit to do so, and stoked it at the same slow pace I massaged her clit. Her tits were now eyelevel, bulging in their plain white bra. I popped one out with my free hand and saw that it was pierced. Pierced nips weren't exactly my cup of tea, but they didn't turn me on any less, either. I kissed on her breast and nibbled on her nipple, rolling the steel bar between my teeth every now and then. Her moaning grew louder and she stroked my cock harder, so I rubbed her clit harder, too. "Oh God," she whispered. "Can I suck it?" Gee. Let me think about that one. Without even waiting for my reply, she walked backwards on her hands and knees and put her head down to lick the bottom of it, starting with the balls and dragging her tongue all the way to the tip. She left a lot of spit behind and did so intentionally, just the way I like it. I love it when a girl uses only her mouth and that's what she did, sucking the head between her lips to pull my cock upright and pushing the lips down over it. Her mouth was as wet as her pussy and I was disappointed that she had withdrawn that wet pussy from me. "Mmmm." Her hands went down her panties and she didn't just toy around with her clit. I could tell she had a finger or two in her pussy. She wanted something in her already. "Oh," I said, reaching down to let loose and squeeze her other breast, "don't stop." "Mmmmmm." "Shit. Come here." I leaned forward and grabbed a bunch of her panties on the side of her ass. I pulled her ass closer to me and she didn't break the suction at all. She was sucking me off from the side now, and I pulled her panties down just far enough to see her ass. Her head came up. "What are you doing?" she giggled. "Don't stop." I pushed her head back down and she resumed. She added her hand, pulling my balls through my boxers' pee hole and tugging on the sack. That's another reason I liked chubby chicks. They thought the only way they could be attractive to guys like me was becoming head experts. But I wanted her to know how attractive she really was, and I said, "God, your ass is so hot." That made her day. Her head bobbed furiously and she hummed even louder. I ran my hand across Lacy's back, contouring her ass, and my fingers met her fingers, two of which were sunk deep in her pussy. She removed her fingers to make room for my own and I pushed two into that wet pussy with lips as small as the ones on her mouth. Her body stiffened and she sucked harder. I had to know what she tasted like so I removed my fingers and sucked them. She had a taste all her own, so I made my fingers even wetter with my spit and plunged them back into her, the back of my hand resting in the net of her panties that were stretched from one ass cheek to the other. "MMM!" "Oh God!" I said, throwing my head back and closing my eyes. "I'm already about to come." "Mmmmmm." "Can I come in your mouth?" "Mmmhmm." She sucked harder, WANTING me to come in her mouth. I shuddered as I filled her mouth with one spurt of come and moaned when I felt the second spurt. The third spurt left me paralyzed for the most part and I was absolutely speechless. The ecstasy subsided and I was left panting, unconsciously fingering her pussy during my daze. She swallowed my come and softly choked with a huge smile on her face, patting her chest to help it down. "Whew, you filled my entire mouth!" Indeed, I did. I felt a bit of it she had missed, which was streaming down the side of my cock and making it sticky. "It was just a fucking good blowjob," I said. "Now you have to get ME off." "Is that the way it works?" "Uh huh." "Come here." I stood and took her hand, leading her into the guest bedroom. I wasn't a superstitious person, but I'd feel weird about fucking her in the bed I shared with Elizabeth. Holding her hand, I walked around the bed, leading her up onto it. She tried to roll onto her back, but I stopped her. "No. Stay right there." "Mason," she said, somewhat in objection. I knelt at the end of the bed and buried my face between her ass cheeks, licking the split of her pussy down until I found a clit. She was self-conscious of that big fat ass being stuck in my face the way it was, but she soon relaxed when I began sucking on her clit. She put her head down on its side, holding that big fat ass higher in the air. She moaned harder when I maneuvered my fingers in to fuck her while I sucked on that perfectly sized clit. She began rubbing and pinching her own nipples. "Oh God!" she said. "I'm going to come, I'm going to come. Oh, don't stop sucking my pussy. Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop." I wasn't planning on stopping. Stopping wasn't in my vocabulary at the moment. She was moving her hips into it, fucking herself with my fingers and I fingered harder. Her breathing increased, increased, increased... Then stopped. Her body stiffened and she was about to come. I quickly stood, whipping my boxers down, and I slid my cock into her by surprise. And what a pleasant surprise it must have been, because I slowly slid it in right through her orgasm. She squealed without reserve and I slowly pulled my shiny cock out to get a look at how wet it was. I pushed it back in, slow, making sure to get it as deep as I could get it. She had gotten me so hard and huge I practically bottomed out. I thought I might be hurting her. "Harder," she demanded, breathless. I shoved harder and to my surprise, I squeezed my cock in all the way, until it had disappeared. She all but screamed and reached back to touch the side of my waist, as if she wanted to pull me even further into her. "Do you have a condom on?" she asked. "No." To make sure she didn't mind, I gave her another thrust. We were too drunk for condoms. That was obvious. "Oh!" she said at my thrust. "Don't come in me." "I won't." I fucked her like this, hard through several orgasms. That's why I liked to drink and fuck. Fucking sober? I lasted two, three minutes, tops. Fucking drunk? I was a fucking stud who got my lady off, goddamn it. I put her onto her back and fucked her missionary, still standing at the edge of the bed. She practically had her knees to her chin and I was coming down on her like a jackhammer. I was wearing her out quick and I knew I'd have to up to ante to bring my own orgasm. I knew she might not like it much at first, but I figured, we're drunk. If she calls me a freak, I'll just pretend it was an accident. So I went through with the plan and put her legs over my shoulders. I cradled her ass cheeks with both hands and let a finger "accidentally" touch her asshole. This girl was full of surprises. I'd fucked so much juice out of her twat, it had run down and made her asshole wet. She didn't seem to mind that my fingers were here and after awhile, I began rubbing my finger around. She moaned and I took that as my cue to gently push a finger in. Her mouth opened wider than it had earlier for my cock. She panted harder, she moaned harder, so I fucked her pussy harder and fingered her asshole harder. Her head went back and she screamed while her asshole pulsated around my finger with the explosive orgasm. I was nearly spent, too, so I let her ride the last waves out and withdrew my cock and climbed on top of her to jack off on her tits, but she pulled me closer to her by my ass and wrapped those tight lips around my cock, sucking harder than she sucked before. I didn't come as much as I did the first time, but I came harder and with more intensity. Again she swallowed and, this time, every bit. But what the hell did I care? At this point I was so spent I couldn't care less if she saved it and used it in some weird satanic ritual. Rolling off of her, sanity came rushing back, along with regret, as it always did after I got off. How was I going to keep Elizabeth from finding out? I Hate Her A warning: For those of you looking for a quick fix, you probably won't find it her; I believe in character development. For those of you that like a good story, I hope you enjoy this. Comments are always welcomed. Oh, and I dedicate this story to my husband, the nylon-lover. ********************* "I hate her," Joe muttered as he watched Natalie bounce through the crowded college courtyard. Two years, they had been together. Two years of wasted emotion, compromises, and plans. Hell, they hadn't really started making love until these last few months, and that's why he had thought she was the one. "'Let's save ourselves until we're sure,'" he grumbled. She had said that for the first eighteen months, and when she had finally given in . . . it had been glorious. None of the girls he'd been with before had made him feel like that. Of course, none had ever ripped his heart out of his chest and danced over it like her, either. Now all he had left from those two years of supposed love were memories, a few pictures, and that sweater she'd given him for his birthday that was two sizes too small. Oh, that and a rented tuxedo. What kind of heartless bitch breaks up with you just days before the Spring Formal, thereby completely humiliating you in front of your peers? Joe scowled at his thoughts. Enough self-pity for one morning. He had classes to attend . . . and a Limo and tux to cancel. Though he scolded himself every step of the way, he couldn't banish every ill word he could think of from springing up in his mind and attaching them to his dear ex-girlfriend's name. He scowled as he passed Natalie and took a seat in the back of the classroom. How convenient. He'd forgotten they had philosophy together that morning. Yet another hour to burn her slowly in effigy. Joe stared at the back of her head. He imagined her demise by various means; fire, drowning, strangulation. He only looked away when she glanced back, feeling his stare and obviously not appreciating it. He glared when she leaned over to whisper to the girl next to her. Again he looked away, missing the look of her friend in his direction. Kerri was her best friend; he didn't need to add her to his hate list at the moment. Instead he tried to concentrate on Socrates vs. Plato or some other crap he couldn't care about at the moment. Maybe he could salvage everything. Maybe she'd reconsider. Greg Dawson, Natalie's new love interest, was a pre-law with a possible NFL career in his future... he could contend with that, right? "Mr. Pisano?" Joe jerked to attention in his seat; the pencil he had been absently tapping against his desk top slipped from his fingers and rolling across the aisle between seats. "That's got to be your most annoying habit, Mr. Pisano," his professor remarked, his arms crossed over his chest. "I don't know, sir," Joe said, smirking as he glanced at Natalie. "My girlfriend always said my snoring was the real problem." It was her turn to scowl. It was gratifying to know he bothered her, and so, with a feeling of superiority, he leaned out over the aisle to reach for his pencil. His good feelings faded as he glanced towards the head of the class again. Through a forest of chair and human legs, a particularly voluptuous pair caught his attention. Long and slender, they began at the hem of a short lavender plaid skirt that had ridden up, exposing way too much thigh. As he watched, those legs shifted and slithered to cross again, revealing another curiosity: a lavender high-heel on a nylon clad foot. As the professor's voice droned on about metaphysics, those legs began to move and that raised foot bounced. Joe stared, fixated. It made him think of Natalie again, but this time he wasn't mad. She used to do this sometimes, teasing him across the room or under the table with her slender feet. She'd always laugh and tell him he was a pervert, but he found feet very attractive. Supple toes, well-formed arches, soft, smooth heels... he shivered, remembering for a moment the feel of Natalie's feet gripping his cock. He shook the memory from his mind in time to watch the heel of that foot pop free from its lavender prison, revealing a perfect arch. "Mr. Pisano!" Joe let out a yelp of pain as he hit the floor. Startled, he looked up, his eyes wide. Whatever reprimand his teacher had this time was lost under the sound of the class bell and the shifting of bodies and books. He scrambled to his feet, feeling his dignity was already lost, so why try for a graceful recovery. Glancing around as he gathered his books, he noticed another peculiar thing: Kerri was smiling at him. She looked about to say something when Natalie grabbed her arm and pulled her to the door. The last thing he noticed as Kerri left the room was the way her hips swayed under that lavender pleated skirt she was wearing. *** "This is nuts," Dave, his room mate, chuckled. "You want to ask Kerri out? Your ex's best friend? Isn't there some rule about that, Joe?" "I'm telling you, she wants me." He grinned at himself in the mirror. Running his fingers through his short brown hair, he flashed his friend a smile. "I mean, how could she resist?" "Natalie sure resisted," Dave cracked. Moments later, he nearly fell off his bed to avoid the pillow that Joe launched at him. It took him a while to right himself; he couldn't stop laughing. "Okay, okay, fine. I'll help. I've got physics with her in an hour." "Great!" Joe slid out of his shirt, glancing over his chest, arms, and abs. He was no football player, but his body was aesthetically pleasing by most standards. His time on the swim team was finally paying off; he was tan and well-toned. "Just tell her to meet me alone in the courtyard. I'll take it from there." "Whatever, man. It's your funeral." "No, it's my salvation," he muttered. Joe tussled his chestnut hair again, put on some cologne, and grabbed another shirt. He had a plan; for the first time in a week, he felt determined, hopeful, and, well, happy. Now all he needed was some flowers. *** Two hours later, the courtyard was far from empty. Ranging from stray studiers to large loitering groups, students flooded the area for their lunch hour. The central fountain, however, was deserted. Not a single person sat on the edge of its deep, marble basin. Its green copper figures played in their familiar pastoral scene; centaurs and satyrs chased nymphs and maidens at the feet of Dionysus while Athena looked down on all this with dignified distain. Joe always thought this was a pretty accurate depiction of the two halves of college life: partying and learning, but any teacher to whom he mentioned it said it was an expression of the school's policy to frown on unsanctioned soirees. That's why Joe never took art appreciation; no one seemed to appreciate art quite the way he did. Joe had been waiting for a half hour now. He was pretty well hidden in the shade of an oak tree and had a good view of the walkway from the science lab to the fountain. He was just waiting for Kerrie ... if she really was interested in him. He was trying to remember the first time they'd met when she finally came into view, her hips swaying under those lavender pleats. "The Christmas party," he muttered. He distinctly remembered being introduced to her at the Sigma Tau Delta Christmas party last winter. His relationship with Natalie had been pretty strong then, though the strain of his forced celibacy was starting to show. Kerrie had been dressed up like an elf, complete with fur-lined green mini skirt and feathered hat. He had liked how she commented on how Natalie was improving in her taste for men, how she tended to touch his arm when she laughed at his jokes, and most of all, how she had insisted he kiss her when that had wound up under the mistletoe after a few drinks. It hadn't been a long kiss; it couldn't have been more than a five seconds long; but he remembered her knee brushing up the side of his pant leg, making his skin cover with goose bumps. "Kerrie?" She swirled around, her blue eyes wide with surprise. Good. Surprise is good, especially when it makes her pant that way, he thought. Joe emerged from the shade, waving to her. "Oh, hi," Kerrie replied. She brushed a lock of blond hair behind her ear as she smiled at him. "Dave said you wanted me?" He almost tripped over the lawn's brick edge when he heard that. "He what?!" His mouth felt very dry all of a sudden. "Are you okay?" Kerrie touched his arm as she spoke. "Nate said you wanted to see me about something." She led him over to the fountain and pressed her hand to his chest until he sat on its wide rim. "By the way, if this has anything to do with Natalie, the answer is no." Things weren't going exactly as he had planned. He shook his head, recovering enough to rest his hand on top of hers, holding it against his chest. Her fingers felt cool against his burning palm. "I wanted to ask about you, not Natalie . . ." "Ms. Kerrie Flynn?" Another man approached her. The patch on his hat and his jacket had the words "special delivery" emblazoned across them. When Kerrie turned and began to answer, the delivery guy came out with a dozen pink roses on a cloud of baby's breath. Her eyes widened, and she started to pant again. Joe found himself fascinated by the rise and fall of her chest during this; the strain of her hard nipples against her shirt was visible when she stood in profile. He tried to stay calm and adjust on the edge of the fountain; the view was getting him a little . . . excited. Surprise is definitely good, he thought again. After reading the card, she frowned. "Are you serious? You want to go to the Spring Formal with me?" He nodded. "Joe, I'd love to . . ." Oh, God. There's a 'but' coming, he thought. ". . . but . . ." I knew it; here it comes. ". . . Natalie would kill me." Joe nearly fell off the fountain, he was laughing so hard. "Natalie? You're worried about Natalie?!" Her brow knitted, and she stomped her foot. "Yes, I'm worried about how my best friend would react if I was seen with her ex-boyfriend. She told me you'd do this, and she looked upset. I don't want to lose my best friend!" By the end of her speech, her face was flushed, her eyes flashing, and her chest still heaving. When she turned to walk away from him, his hand encircled her wrist. "Sometimes you have to do something for yourself, Kerrie . . . and for me." He stared into her blue eyes. God knows he couldn't stop himself from praying she'd change her mind. Maybe what he said made sense; maybe his deep brown eyes conveyed his desperate need for her and his fear of another rejection. Whatever caused it, a few moments later, his arms were around a beautiful woman, his lips pressed against hers. Her lips parted when his tongue brushed against them. Soon they were both seated on the edge of the fountain and lost in each other's embrace. Things were definitely looking up for Joe. *** "The Moon Over Venice" was the theme of the Spring Formal. Strings of white Christmas lights twinkled in imitation of stars on the ceiling and upper walls of the auditorium. A bloated, full moon was projected on the canvas backdrop behind the band stand. Its silvery light not only illuminated the mural of gondolas and canals on the canvas; it also served as a spotlight for the band on stage. It was hard to tell if it was their idea or the dance committee coordinator's, but the band was dressed in tight, broad-striped t-shirts and white pants like the gondoliers in movies. Currently the front man was crooning an off-key rendition of Bryan Adam's "Everything I Do (I Do It For You)". Joe could only shake his head in disgust. "Yeah, I know," Dave said beside him. "After charging a hundred bucks for a pair of tickets, you'd think they'd spring for a better band." Joe took a sip of punch out of his plastic champagne flute. "Yeah, and you'd think someone would have pity on us and spike the punch, too. By the way . . . any idea how long it takes for women to finish in the bathroom? I'd swear Kerrie and your girlfriend have been in there for at least a half hour." "Could be..." Dave gestured towards the hall leading to the bathrooms. "Heads up, Joe. Nat's just emerged from the can." Sure enough, Joe watched Natalie stomp towards them in platform stiletto-heeled shoes and a yellow dress that reminded him of a banana peel. "You fucking jerk," she hissed. "It's not going to work. I don't want you back, so leave Kerrie alone." "I'm sorry," he replied with an extravagant bow to her. "Of course, Your Majesty, I'll leave right away. How could I have ever underestimated you and thought you wouldn't see through my scheme. How clever of you to think that I couldn't actually like Kerrie and be attracted to her. No, my actions have to be a ploy to make you jealous, because the sun rises and sets by your command, and the whole world lives to worship you, you conceited, selfish...BITCH!" And of course, the song ended just as he raised his voice. For once, Joe didn't care that people were staring at him and probably thinking he was an asshole; he could live with that. What he couldn't live with was the idea that Natalie could move on but she wouldn't let him do the same. Hell, who knew? Maybe he was meant to be with Kerrie. Maybe he should have dumped Natalie after that Christmas party. God only knows how many nights he had used the memory of Kerrie's kiss under the mistletoe in his masturbatory fantasies while he tried to tough out his relationship with Natalie. He didn't speak again until the band started to play "We're Not Gonna Take It" by Twisted Sister. This one they knew how to play. "Natalie, I think it's time you went back to Greg and left me alone. I don't want you back, either; I want Kerrie. I've wanted her for the last six months, but I'm a man of principle and had already committed myself to you. Now you're gone, and I'm free. And you know what? For the first time in six months, I'm happy." With that, he walked away. For once Natalie was speechless. Dave patted his shoulder as he passed; Dave looked impressed, as did several guys from Sigma Tau Delta. Kerrie's expression was much harder to read. She was standing near the hall to the lavatories, her little handbag clutched to her chest. Her shimmering green dress clung to all the right places; she looked beautiful. Unfortunately, she also had the pleading look of a dog at dinnertime. Joe opened his mouth to say something to her, but he kept walking. He didn't want to give her a chance to reject him, not now, not after his victory against Natalie. He walked out of the dance and into the night air. *** The courtyard was finally empty. The only sounds were the night music of insects and the babble of falling water. The only lights were the real moon and stars over head. Defused by the trees, moonlight glimmered on the water streaming and pooling within the fountain. Joe sat on the rim and stared into the shadows under the trees. Natalie's probably got her claws in Kerrie by now, he thought. She's probably twisting my words and convincing Kerrie to never talk to me again. She'll think I'm an asshole and never want to be seen with me again. "Joe?" He almost fell into the fountain in response. Kerrie had followed him. It was her turn to emerge from the shadows of the trees. In the moonlight, she looked ethereal. Her hair and dress glimmered so that there seemed to be an aura of white light around her. Joe almost convinced himself that he was dreaming. "Hey" was the only thing he could manage to say in return. "You scared me. You just walked by like you hadn't seen me." She sat beside him. She was close enough that he could smell her perfume and feel her knee brush against his. "Oh? I'm . . . I'm sorry. Natalie . . ." "Yeah, I know." She shook her head, and the curls that weren't pinned up bounced against her forehead and neck. "She cornered me in the bathroom when I was talking with Ann. She said you were just using me and not be trusted." "She's wrong . . ." "I know. I was close enough when I left the bathroom that I saw you two arguing. I couldn't hear much, but I think I know what you said . . ." Joe stood up then and turned to face her. "I said I don't want her. I admitted that hadn't for sometime now . . . and that I've liked you since I first saw you in that little elf costume of yours." The moonlight was behind him, hiding his face in shadow. "I know this is . . . hard on you, that she's your best friend, but I don't want this thing between us to end before it starts. If anyone screws up our relationship, I'd rather it be me than Natalie." It was Kerrie's turn to laugh. "Oh, really? And how do you plan to do that?" He blushed. "It's nothing I plan to do. Plans never work for me anyway." She giggled again and leaned back so that her arms held her up. "Oh, yeah?" He felt her shoe slide up the inside of his right leg until he closed his stance, trapping her ankle between his thighs. "So what if I promise to make the plans in the future?" She tugged her leg free and proceeded to run the toe of her high heel up the outside of his other leg. He made a swipe for her foot, but she pulled it back just in time. "Okay. What do you plan for us to do for the rest of the evening? I don't want to go back to the dance." "Neither do I." She reached up and grabbed the lapel of his tuxedo coat, pulling him down and into a kiss. It reminded him again of the Christmas party, only this time he didn't let her pull back after only a couple seconds. His hand came up and cupped the nape of her neck. Her lips tasted like strawberries and parted easily when he sought the warmth of her mouth. Once inside, his tongue found hers. A soft moan escaped her and vibrated through both their heads. When he finally pulled back, they both were breathing heavily, and he could tell by the mischievous little smile spreading across her face that she was planning something he was going to enjoy. She swung around until her legs dangled over the water of the fountain, and then she reached back and pulled his arms around her shoulders. "We could just stay here. It's warm, and I've always liked this place." ". . . um, sure . . ." Joe couldn't help sounding distant; his attention was centered more on the heels of her shoes, which traced slow, graceful circles in the water. Her feet flexed, and the soles of the shoes joined the heels in lightly skimming over the moonlit pool. When she flexed her left foot again, her heel popped free from the leather of her shoe. A little moan escaped Joe. He adjusted his attention to her face. Her head was tipped back, and she was grinning up at him like a Cheshire cat. "Sorry . . . I just . . ." ". . . have a thing about feet?" She finished for him. She straightened her leg so that her dangled shoe was held high over the water. "Natalie kinda told me about that when she was complaining one day." "Complaining?" He was transfixed by her foot again, especially when she bounced her leg, making the shoe bounce and swing from her toes. "Yeah, complaining that you like to cum on her feet." Still grinning, she straightened her foot, her heel popping back into her shoe. Joe blushed. "She said that?" Kerrie relaxed her leg until both shoes skimmed the water again. "Guys never realize that girls talk about sex to their friends, too." She half turned towards him, curling one leg beneath her and leaving the other over the water. "Don't worry. I think it's cute." Her gaze trailed down from his face, and he moaned again when he felt her hand trace the outline of his cock against the front of his trousers. "Pretty effective, too, I'd say." She squeezed him gently as she started to swing her leg over the water again. "Kerrie . . . you don't have to . . ." "I've been thinking about you a lot lately." Her teeth toyed with her lip as she guided his zipper down. "And I want to . . ." Her nimble fingers dipped into and guided him out of his boxer shorts. The warm caress of her hand and the touch of the cool mist rising from the fountain were in such sharp contrast; the sensations made him shiver. "Nat wasn't kidding . . . you're huge," she cooed as she began to stroke his shaft. Her hand moved in a slow, insistent rhythm, starting from his base and ending at the crown. His eyes fluttered shut in response. "Uh-ah. If you close your eyes, you'll miss the best part." I Hate Her When he opened his eyes again, he noticed her foot was still swinging over the water. Every time she flexed her foot, her heel popped out of the back of her shoe, causing it to fill with water. On the upswing, her shoe would empty and pop back on. He hadn't told Natalie, but he had an affection for wet nylon; it was something he had discovered accidentally when he had taken her out to dinner after a rainfall. She must have stepped in a puddle, because when she ran her foot up his leg during their meal, he could feel the warm dampness through his pants and all the way up to his groin. And when her foot snuck up under his pant leg and touched his bare skin, he nearly came in his shorts. Now as he watched Kerrie's little show, he couldn't help wondering if the lining of her high-heel was soaking through her stocking. She continued swinging her foot and stroking his hard shaft in this way for quite a while until, Joe supposed, her leg started to tire. The arch of her swing lessoned until the back of her shoe was completely submerged and the shoe as a whole was hanging on just her big toe. He watched her rotate her ankle and adjust her foot; he presumed she was trying to get it back on. Instead, it fell into the fountain with a soft plunk, and her mouth enveloped his tip. He moaned and tangled his fingers in her hair as she sucked and nibbled at his tip. Her mouth slid down his shaft, taking inch after inch of him, while Joe watched her foot. She stretched her leg and, starting with the tip of her big toe, let her foot sink into the water. It soaked the tips of her toes and then, covered her toes completely; it touched the ball of her foot and crept up to her arch. Water caressed her heel and poured over the top of her foot until it was lost in the shadows of the fountain along with her shoe. That's when Joe tensed. Kerrie's tongue swirled over the vein of the underside of his cock just as he reached his climax. When the first jet of cum splashed her tongue, Kerrie pulled back. The remainder of his seed sprayed her lips, cheek, and nose. "Pisano!" "Oh, fuck," Joe muttered as he managed to get his still erect member into his pants and turned to see who called him. What he saw was a fist coming for his face. It hit his jaw hard enough that his head turned and forced his whole body to turn as well. Greg Dawson had apparently heard about his fight with Natalie and took offense. Joe fell into Kerrie, and they both fell backwards into the fountain. *** Fifteen minutes later, Joe toed open the door to his dorm room. It wasn't a big room. His and Dave's beds took up most of the space; their desks claimed the rest. At least, it was warm and dry, unlike him and Kerrie. Kerrie giggled as he carried her in and deposited her on the chair at his desk. "You know? I could have walked. You didn't have to carry from the courtyard." "It wasn't far, and you lost a shoe. You could've hurt yourself." He was rummaging in his closet just then, searching for a couple clean towels. "There might have been glass or pine needles or something." "I used to walk barefoot all summer back home," she mused as she kicked off her other heel, "hot asphalt and all. I think I could handle a couple of pine needles." "Still . . . ah, I found them." He turned, holding up two beach towels he had brought from home when he first came to school. "Which would madam prefer: Winnie the Pooh or Spiderman?" She laughed at the choices. "I'll let you keep your dignity; give me Winnie." He tossed her the towel and slipped his shirt off before drying his hair. He watched her stand up out of the corner of his eye; she was watching him, too. "So . . . Kerrie . . . about what happened . . ." "Hmm?" "You didn't have to . . . I mean . . . why did you?" "I like you." "Yeah, but it was kinda sudden," he said, drying his arms and chest. "I like you, too, but I wasn't expecting you to . . ." "Not be Natalie," Kerrie finished as she unzipped her dress, letting the wet material pool at her feet. "Not everyone's afraid of their sexuality." "Sorry." He shrugged, still watching her as she primly patted dry the tops of her breasts. Her bra hid very little, considering it was white and, since it was wet, now almost transparent lace. "I'd nearly forgotten what a normal female was like . . ." "Normal? I'm just normal to you?" She gave him a look of mock horror, the back of her hand pressed to her forehead. He gave her body an appreciative glance. She looked remarkable in just her underwear. Her body was compact and curvy, hidden by just her bra, stockings, and a matching lace panties and garter set. "No. Not normal. You're beautiful. I'm still not sure why you agreed to go to the dance with me." She troubled her bottom lip with her teeth again. "I told you. I like you . . . I've been telling Natalie that if you two split I'd be there for you in a heart beat." She shrugged. "I guess she didn't believe me." "Lucky me," he murmured. He couldn't stand it anymore. He slipped an arm around her and pulled her close. He wanted to taste strawberries again; his tongue coaxed hers into a dance. She let her fingers trail down his chest, around his sides and up his back. Her nails raked his back, making him moan into their kiss. All the while, his fingers tugged at the bane of his existence: her bra. After a while, she began to laugh and pulled away from his mouth. "Need help?" "All I can get," he admitted. She pushed him back until him sat back on the bed. Then, he got to watch as she unclasped the offending lace, letting her breasts spill free. Because of the air conditioning, her nipples puckered as he watched. Intrigued, he reached up, cupping her, letting his thumb caress one hard nub. His mouth soon claimed her other breast, sucking, nipping, and caressed her; it was her turn to moan. He pulled her down so that she sat next to him and twisted so that she was pinned beneath him. His mouth moved downwards, tasting her skin, forging a trail down her belly to the top of her panties. His hands undid her garters. "Now who's making sudden moves?" She grinned down at him as his thumbs hooked her panties and slid the lacy garment off her hips and down her legs. "No sudden moves... I promise," he murmured. He kept his word by nibbling on the tender flesh of her inner thighs. He progressed slowly upwards, nipping and licking until his nose nuzzled her downy mound. He inhaled her musky scent before setting to nibbling her pussy lips. She rewarded him with a low moan and the caress of her fingers tangling in his hair. His tongue traced her lips and then delved deep, plunging into her wet pussy. His nose nudged her clit as she squirmed under the assault of his invading mouth. When she was finally panting and humping up to meet the thrusts of his tongue, he adjusted, his middle finger taking over. This opened her throbbing clit open for more attention. He caught it between his lips and sucked, letting his tongue swirl over its sensitive tip. "God, I'm gonna cum," she cried out, her legs wrapping around his head, holding him to her as her hips bucked in response to the sensations. When she finally climaxed, covering his face and hand with her juices, he was panting almost as hard as her, only it was for lack of oxygen. "Oh . . . God . . . Joe . . ." she panted, "fuck me." He was out of his boxers in a moment. He lifted her legs onto his shoulders and positioned his tip at her entrance. Leaning forward, his shaft sunk to the hilt into her. His thrusts were slow and steady at first. He swiveled his hips until he found that little bundle of nerves deep in her core, his tip bumping her g-spot. She cried out as she came again, her nails raking his sheets. This seemed to be a signal for him; he began to thrust into fast and hard, his eyes slipping shut as he enjoyed how warm, wet, and tight she felt around him. "Joe, stop before you come," she whispered beneath him, grinding her hips up to meet his. "I have another treat for you." He nodded but never paused. He only stopped when he felt that familiar ache in his balls, the one that signaled the beginning of the end. He pulled out reluctantly and opened his eyes as she pushed him back a few inches so he rested on his heels, still kneeling before her. She adjusted so she sat on his pillows, her hips elevated, and then grinning, she rubbed her stocking-clad foot up his knee. The smooth warm material caressed his thigh and continued upwards to sweep over his stomach before sliding gently down over his throbbing cock. He moaned as he watched her other foot follow suit, rubbing over his leg and evidently caressing his tip. One set of toes squeezed his tip while the other set rubbed the underside of his shaft. Soon both feet were moving in unison, one of either side of his prick. They stroked him slowly, the nylons adding delicious friction until that familiar ach returned. His hands held her feet still as he thrust his cock between their arches, his balls contracting and sending jet after jet of cum all over her legs and stomach. Kerrie quickly wiped herself clean with her towel and pulled him to her. He sank back on the bed, still panting after his intense release. His arms slipped around her, pulling her to his chest. "You know something?" "Hmm?" "I don't hate Natalie anymore," he said. "Why?" "She introduced me to you." She nuzzled his chest in response. "Awfully nice of her, huh?" He smiled and kissed her hair. "Yeah . . . I just hope Ann and Dave found some place else to stay tonight." "Oh, yeah?" she murmured sleepily. "Yeah . . . Nothing ruins cuddling quite like your roommate."