0 comments/ 15851 views/ 0 favorites Location is Everything Ch. 01 By: capsaicin "Necessity is the mother of invention." -- Plato *** My friend Jason had recently moved into a local college outside of the city to start on his bachelor's degree, and took up residence in one of the local dorms. It was your standard suite: one main lounge off the hallway, with two bedrooms branching off the lounge, as well as a bathroom for the four occupants of this setup. Jason's three roommates were gone for the weekend, and he had invited me to come hang out with him on a Saturday night. I had nothing going on, so I made the half-hour drive to see him, figuring it'd be a night of drinking beers and watching television. I showed up at the dorm to find Jason there with his girlfriend Cassie, and her friend Lisa. Jason and Cassie were already laying together on his bed in the bedroom, watching a movie, while Lisa sat on the other bed. "Hey, man!" Jason greeted me as I came in, and fished a beer out of the small fridge in his room. "What's happening?" "Nada," I said, "Made it out here in no time at all." I gave a hug to Cassie, and sat next to Lisa on the bed. Cassie made the introductions, and for the next hour or so, we basically all hung out and talked, drank, the usual crap. During this time, it started to become a little obvious that Lisa was interested. Slight shifts towards me, occasional quick hands on my arm or leg during conversation, that sort of thing. I considered the possibility of what could happen further on down the road, but blew it off. Lisa was a short girl -- not big all over, really, but big in the chest and hips. She had a pretty face framed by brown hair, and was definitely flirty. I certainly didn't mind her being precocious with me. The evening came to a point where Jason and Cassie were laying down next to each other on the bed, with Cassie's small frame draped halfway across Jason, and I opted to make an exit to the lounge by "going out for a smoke." Lisa decided to join me, and we left the room. I shut the door behind me, figuring that would probably be the best course of action. Lisa and I sat in the lounge with the lights off, illuminated by the few streetlights that stood along the street near the dorm. She smoked her cigarette near the window, the cherry brightening every so often as she took a drag. The more I watched her silhouette as we talked and smoked, the more I got to thinking that a fuck would be a nice addition to the evening. With Jason and his girlfriend in the other room, however, I didn't see that happening. Lisa pitched her cigarette out the window and sat down next to me on the couch. I smiled at her. "They're probably going to be in there for a little while." "Probably," she said, and we both began to kiss each other. Long, open-mouthed making out, I bit her neck and squeezed those huge beautiful tits of hers. This was fun, really; it was nice to get involved in something like this where we could both just get out whatever we'd been storing up, without future repercussions. She pulled away. "God, I want you," she said. "I wish we had somewhere to go." "I know," I said, and pulled her back in for more of those kisses. We kept going at it, and she started to move her hands down into my lap, grabbing at my crotch like she could pull my dick through the jeans. It wasn't happening. "We have to do something about this," I said in between kisses. She nodded her agreement and started kissing my neck. It was at that time that I started getting extremely randy; in a flash, I pulled up her shirt, yanked up her bra, and dived in to suck one beautiful nipple into my mouth. She gasped. "Is that what you wanted?" I murmured from her chest as I toyed with the left nipple and sucked on the right. "YESsssss..." she hissed as she clutched the back of my head. I sat up and pulled her shirt back down. My head spun as I did a quick assessment of the situation. Roommate's bedroom: no. Her car: no. My car? Not a chance -- not enough room. The bathroom. It was the only viable option. If we were to have sex in the lounge, Jason and/or Cassie could easily walk out and catch us in the act, and that was simply not going to happen. I stood up and led Lisa by the hand into the bathroom and shut the door. It was dark, but I knew the layout: two stalls, two sinks, and a shower. I laid down on the floor and pulled her on top of me. It was not the most comfortable situation, but it would have to do. She mashed her lips into mine as her hands moved down to my jeans, unzipping them. We kissed like mad as I pulled her skirt up, exposing her panties. It was a flurry of roving hands, kissing mouths, and attempts to remove the right articles of clothing. Finally, we were both where we wanted to be: she underneath me, and I on top of her, and inside her. She was soaking wet. We fucked hard instantly, and I alternated between kissing her and sucking on those beautiful tits. "Are you on anything," I asked. "Yes, come inside me," she offered, pulling me in for another kiss. I moved slightly to a different angle, and she very quickly came for the first time, moaning her approval around my tongue. I started to hammer away harder at her, listening to her moan and breathe heavier in the darkness. Occasionally I would hear her head hit the wooden door that separated us from the lounge, and she would laugh. We'd both shimmy back from it with my dick still firmly inside her, and we'd continue onward. It wasn't much longer before I felt like I was going to come. "Lisa," I said, "I'm going to come." "So am I..." "You feel so fucking good..." "God, so do YOU --" "Guys? Where did they go?" I heard Jason in the lounge area. Please, God, don't let him do what I think he's going to do. "I'm coming --" Well, apparently so was Jason. And as we ground away at each other, and shared that mutual orgasm on the floor of the bathroom, Jason swung open the door to the bathroom and clocked Lisa right on the top of the head. I suspect, thinking back, that it pretty much killed what Lisa was experiencing at that point. "OWWWWWWWW!" she howled as Jason stood there in the doorway. "GUYS! WHAT ARE YOU -- nevermind." Laughing, he shut the door as Lisa lay there on the floor, holding her head while I backed up from her, jeans and boxers around one ankle. "Lis, are you okay?" "My head is fucking KILLING ME! Jesus! That HURT!" I had to laugh, and she laughed too. She must have felt her way up the wall, for the light came on a minute later, and we stood up, two seriously disheveled individuals. She with her tits hanging out from under her shirt, I with my clothes all over the place. We came together and kissed again. "It was great," she said. "Oh, I loved it, no question." I smiled at her. "Next time, someplace softer." "Definitely." Unfortunately, Jason and Cassie broke up a month or so later, and I never saw Lisa again. The story comes up every so often when I'm hanging out with Jason; I have to wonder if Lisa remembers it with the same degree of fondness that I do. Location is Everything Ch. 02 I explained in Ch. 01 of this series how sometimes, you're in need of a place to satisfy certain desires, and the lack of suitable locations leads to a degree of inventiveness on your part. Admittedly, there's folks that you just give up on if you figure they're not worth it -- but then there's others that you have a hunch about, and get creative with. Such was the case with sweet Colleen. She was bubbly and sweet, and given a little prodding, prone to such rampant sexual hunger that most guys would be taken a bit off-guard. She had been coming into the cafe I managed for a while with her friends, but one night she came in by herself when I wasn't working. I was sitting at the counter as my boss David was serving me coffee when she walked in. "Hey," I said. "Haven't seen you around here recently -- what's been going on?" "Not much," she said, flashing me her big smile as she threw her arms around my neck. "John and I broke up." I hugged her back and there was that brief linger -- you know the one. "Oh, I'm sorry to hear that," I said in a tone that sounded right, but with a look in my eye that showed I wasn't that sorry, and that I was willing to help her get over it. Colleen and I flirted back and forth and talked for a while, ending the evening with a drive out around the city. We ended up behind a bowling alley, attempting to fuck in the back seat without someone pulling in back to see in case there was anyone around. It was uneventful due to us both being nervous, so we headed back to the cafe unfulfilled. * * * The next time I'd seen her, she had come in about an hour prior to my closing the cafe for the night. It was a Monday night, and a dead one at that, so I started the closing duties early. By the stroke of midnight, I had the floor mopped, all the chairs on the tables, and the doors locked -- with Colleen still inside. She pressed her thin, sweet body against me, and placed small kisses on my cheeks and lips. Oh, how I was going to fuck the hell out of this girl, and it was going to be heaven. I dimmed the lights in the cafe and moved back to her, running my hands around her midsection and slowly up under her shirt, caressing and squeezing her small breasts. She sighed and kissed me again. I went for the button on her cords as she drew back from me slightly. "We can't," she said, and then grumbled one of the most irritating phrases in any guy's vernacular. "I'm having my period." Damn, I'd struck out! I laughed a little and smiled. "Hon, it's okay. Another time, and we'll be able to do something." She grinned at me and gazed with her beautiful -- and I do mean beautiful, folks -- brown eyes. "Well, I could always go down on you." I smirked. "Yes, yes you could." I looked around the cafe and my mind started to click. I took her by the wrist and led her into the small bathroom near the counter. Upon entering, she immediately went for my pants, pulling on the zipper and yanking them down on the sides. I hopped up on the counter, making sure not to crack my tailbone on the faucet, and watched as Colleen instantly bent over, fished my rock-hard member out through my boxers, and went to town. I was instantly in shock -- she was good. She was really good, and attacking it like she hadn't eaten in days. Now, I'm not a greedy individual, but I had to have more of her in some fashion. I pulled her up to standing and lifted her shirt up over her head. She instinctively unclasped her bra from behind to reveal two perky, B-cup breasts with beautiful puffy nipples. I instantly dove for them, taking them each individually into my mouth, sucking on them with the same fervor she'd just applied to my cock. Her moans were enough to tell me I was doing something right. She then pushed me away from her and went down again, sucking on me hard and long, taking just the head into her mouth and flicking her tongue over it. I was starting to feel like I might cum when I heard a noise outside the bathroom. Not immediately outside the bathroom, but in the cafe itself. "Shh!" I whispered to Colleen as she stopped and looked up. I wasn't sure who was in the cafe, but I had definitely heard footsteps -- and then voices. Voices! I cocked my head for a second, attempting to make them out, and then recognized them: one of the cafe's owners and his girlfriend. I knew they'd hear me in the bathroom, so I opted to play this one by ear. "You stay here, and I will be right back -- I promise." Colleen nodded as I made myself presentable and walked out into the cafe, quickly shutting the bathroom door behind me. There stood one of the owners and his girlfriend behind the counter, going through some papers. "Hey, man, you okay?" "I'm fine," I said to him somewhat weakly. "I'm not feeling too well -- I'm not sure if it's something I ate or what, but my stomach is seriously fucked up." Stomach ailments, folks, are so completely easy to blow out of proportion. "Did you take anything?" His girlfriend looked sad, as if she was completely sympathetic. "Nah, nothing. I'll be fine -- I just, uh, you know -- need to get through this." I held one hand right under my stomach, making the face that said I was feeling like crap. In reality, I was dying to get back into that bathroom and come all over Colleen's beautiful tits. "Okay, man," he said, "I'm just on my way out now. We stopped by to pick some shit up and now we're going out for some drinks. I'd invite you, but..." "I understand," I said, nodding. "You guys have a good time, and I'll finish closing up in a few minutes." They exited through the back door as I walked slowly back to the bathroom. Once I'd heard the sound of the key in the deadbolt, I flew back in to find Colleen leaning against the counter. "Everything okay?" she asked as she started for my pants. "Everything's fine," I said, resuming my previous position as she lowered her head. She continued sucking again, bringing me back to full hardness, and then started to rub the head of my cock against the palm of her hand. The sensation was something completely new to me; no girl had ever done that before. I started to moan, knowing I was definitely going to come at this point. Colleen must have sensed it, because she removed her mouth long enough to whisper, "Tell me when you're going to come." I let her keep using her hand and mouth until I couldn't bear it. "I'm going to come any second now." She then stopped her oral assault on me, jerking me off and pointing me at her tits. I looked at her, slightly confused -- I mean, I'd sort of expected her to let me come in her mouth. So, without further hesitation: "Can I come in your mouth?" "No," she said, and used her hand once more, which was enough to make me moan, lean back, and completely explode. She then completely surprised me by pointing my cock away from her at an angle -- this was, ladies and gentlemen, the first time I'd met a girl who didn't at least tolerate come. I shot a sizeable load across the wall of the bathroom, breathing heavily as Colleen stroked my dick. Once I'd finally finished, I held my own cock, trying to process what exactly had happened. I certainly wasn't mad at her, just very surprised by the end result. Colleen expected no reciprocation that night after going down on me, and she'd completely enjoyed herself. The stipulation, she later said, was that I would have to take care of her later on. And boy, did I. Location is Everything Ch. 03 It's been said that necessity is the mother of invention. I sometimes wonder if the automobile wasn't built entirely for transportation, but also to get couples out of the way so they could find someplace more private to fool around. In my younger years, post high-school, I was living at home and running around the city with varied friends of mine. One night, a group of us had gone to an all-night restaurant, heavily populated with high-schoolers and folks a couple of years out. This is where I first seriously laid eyes on Christine. Christine (or Chrissy to some friends) was a statuesque girl with medium brown hair -- not that rich dark shade, but not light. Blue eyes, a nice smile, an athletic body, and a set of D cup breasts that made many guys turn and look at her. I'd known of her when I was a senior in high school; years later, I did a double-take when she came in with a friend and sat down in the booth next to mine. Our table and hers chatted back and forth between ordering food and eating, and at one point, Chrissy threw an empty pack of cigarettes at my head in an attempt to be funny. I threw it back at her with the comment, "Maybe you should put your phone number on it if you're going to throw it at me." It came sailing back about a minute later, with her phone number written inside the flip-top. Sometimes, I'm simply amazed at what works and what doesn't. * * * I called Chrissy the next afternoon, being an incredibly horny young man, and she took me up on the offer of going out that evening. Seeing as how she was 19 and I was 20, we didn't have much chance of going out drinking -- that hadn't even crossed our minds. Instead, we opted for going to get coffee at a local cafe downtown, spending the evening talking and reminiscing over stupid high school shit that folks will reminisce over. The cafe closed at midnight, and we headed back to her car, a Dodge Omni-type hatchback. It was something like an Omni, if memory serves correctly. I'm very sure it was a hatchback, but we'll get to that later. We got in the car and started driving, beginning the age-old ritual of joyriding and smoking cigarettes. We tooled around the city and the surrounding suburbs, enjoying each other's company and the music on the radio, with the occasional hand on the other person's leg. Nothing too risque at this point. Our travels finally brought us to the lake, and to the beach. The beachfront area in my city is somewhat developed, with a few shops and a sprawling park, as well as restaurants and an ice cream parlor. That night, there were only a few cars in the local parking lot as we made our way over to a remote corner of the lot and turned the car off. Chrissy and I talked for a little bit; I couldn't even tell you what it was about, given how long ago it was. I finally got the nerve to see what would happen, and leaned in with a kiss. She kissed me back, and it was warm and wonderful. We made out for a few minutes, with me occasionally squeezing one of her boobs through her shirt. She smelled heavenly, and it was indescribable to bite her neck. That's a taste, as silly as this sounds, that you can't really experience too many times in your life. The concept of getting caught by anyone went right out the window as I unsnapped her jeans and she lifted her ass to allow me passage to her. I slid my hand into the front of her panties and found her to be soaked. Without hesitation, I slid two fingers into her, deep, getting a moan of satisfaction as the okay to continue. I fingered her deep, playing with her clit every so often, wanting to keep her going but not to make her cum...yet. She had her head over my left shoulder when she whispered, "I think we have to go." I pulled back and looked at her as she looked at me, then past me. I turned to see a carload of guys about two spots over, giving me the thumbs-up. I grinned at them as I said, "Let's jet" through my smile. Bastards. Thanks so much, guys. At this point, I'd figured I had no chance of getting much else out of this evening. Chrissy, however, had not fixed herself yet, and must have already been coming up with Plan B. "Where should we go?" she asked as she pulled out of the parking lot. I scanned the area quickly, trying to find another safe haven from locals where I could run wild with this chick. I saw the local ice cream shop, with a small alcove of parking lot behind it. "There," I said, "Behind the ice cream joint. We should be fine if you pull in there and turn the lights off." Chrissy drove a bit and pulled in behind the parlor, turned off the lights, and waited anxiously as I stared around the vicinity. No one had followed us; no one had spotted us. We were safe. She looked at me and smiled. "Let's get in the back." Oh, honey, you're reading my mind. We climbed into the backseat of her hatchback, instantly cramped due to the fact that...it was a hatchback. With my being roughly 6 feet tall, and Chrissy at 5'9", this was going to make for an interesting bit of fun. I laid down on my back, only to find that I couldn't lay flat. Chrissy had left a basketball in the back of her car, and with all the crap that was back there with us, I couldn't exactly move it. She yanked my jeans and boxers down, exposing my stiff cock to the air. "Hello," she said, and took me in her mouth. Hello, indeed! She came up for a breath, and slid her jeans and panties off one leg, leaving them down around her right ankle. I didn't even bother analyzing what it was she was doing; she simply positioned herself over me and guided me in. And oh, it was worth all this bullshit. She felt sublime. Warm, soft -- the softest I'd felt in ages -- and she enjoyed it. It wasn't like some girls who just went through the motions. Chrissy was having FUN. She leaned over me, hair dangling from all sides of her head, and kissed me deep as I reached under her shirt and got at those breasts of hers. I never saw them that night, but I felt them -- large, full but not overly firm, and perfect. Nothing could go wrong. It was wonderful to be young, wonderful to be fucking, wonderful to be visualizing colors on the inside of the car, reds and blues... ...wait a minute. "Chrissy," I said, "Look up." Chrissy kept kissing my face, so I said it again. "CHRISSY. LOOK. UP." She came up from me and looked out the back window of the hatchback, mouthing "oh fuck" instantly. Those reds and blues were police cruiser lights. I figured nothing bad could really happen -- we were both of age, and I couldn't see having a hard time with indecent exposure charges. A policeman walked along the driver's side of the car, rapping on the window that was rolled down about an inch to give us some fresh air. "Is everything okay in there?" "Yes, officer," Chrissy responded. "Are you okay, ma'am?" he asked back. Is she okay? Here I am, lying on my back with the basketball at least out from under me, in a hatchback -- and she's straddling me. Is she okay? "Oh, I'm fine," she said smiling. "Okay," said the policeman, obviously a little embarassed (though I'd guess he'd seen it before), "You two have to get out of here. Go on, take it home." He walked back to his car and pulled away as we lay there, waiting. Once he'd gone, we struggled in the back seat to get clothed again, and Chrissy hopped into the front to drive us out of there. I stayed in the back, figuring that now it was blown. * * * We pulled into my driveway about twenty minutes later, playing Tool and having a disagreement over what some of the lyrics were. It was a clear night, roughly 2 in the morning now, and we'd had so much fun already -- even if neither one of us had come yet. She turned off the car and craned her neck to look at me. "Should I come back there?" I figured my mom would be asleep. "Sure, there's room, I think." Chrissy wriggled back there and we both lay on the folded-down seat, our heads pointing to the back of the car, looking up at the stars. I rolled over a bit to look at her, and she did the same with me. We kissed, and I gently cupped the crotch of her jeans with my hand, putting the tiniest bit of pressure where I suspected her clit would be. She kissed me deep, quickly, and went for my dick again. I felt her fumbling with the zipper, and that's when I heard the engine. Chrissy stopped cold. "What," she said, "is THAT?" I peeked my head up and looked to the street. Two guys driving a garbage truck had parked on the street, definitely within view of Chrissy's car. I'm no genius, but these guys had to have seen us in the hatchback, and were waiting to see what was going on. We couldn't catch a break. I looked at her. "I'm sorry." She smiled a little smile at me and sat up as best she could. "It happens. Trust me, we'll figure something out." We both got out of the car that night, unsatisfied, but at least happy with the progress we'd made. I watched her drive away as I let myself into the house, and as I walked inside, I let my hand drift past my nose, inhaling her scent, enjoying how wonderful she'd been. Another time. * * * I hope you enjoyed this story -- like the others, they are true. Unfortunately, this really is how it went; we couldn't catch a break that night. I'm sorry that the story didn't reach a "climax," but rest assured that Chrissy and I did make future plans, which will be documented later for your enjoyment.