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Love Bruises Ch. 01

By: aliaspeterj



Tequila Rub

Getting fucked up after the 'Dear Jon,' treatment was absolutely mandatory, but to be so desperate that you had to get there by doing Cherry flavored Nyquil shots was pathetic. Worse still, Jon was such a lightweight that after six shots he felt buzzed, so buzzed that when his friend, Peter, switched him to non-alcoholic flu medicine, he didn't even notice.

Eighteen and constantly horny without a fake ID, a car or a girlfriend was six Nyquil shots short of useless ... and now he was there, tired and drunk and trying to persuade his body that it was not a good time for an erection which refused all attempts to be jerked off. As if after being pushed to the back of the bus for the last six years, his prick refused to be put down until it got pussy or Jon passed out from the pain of blue balls. 

"Come to the party," Peter said, pulling on one of Jon's long thin arms to try to hall him off the couch. "I've got to go and I don't want to be there by myself. Not counting Jenny, I mean." 

Jon bit off the automatic no. It wasn't like he had to be faithful to anyone. This was what eighteen-year-old guys did. For a while he'd thought it was more important to have a meaningful commitment, to love a woman and be loved by her, and to spend half his time with a family that already treated him as a son. He'd been wrong. The only thing important to an eighteen-year-old was fucking.

Peter stared at him waiting for his answer. 

Jon shrugged. "Yeah. What the hell."

"Jon." Steeled for a long argument, Peter just looked at his friend stupidly for a couple seconds. "Great... Man, this is gonna be good for you ... you're going to meet a girl there that's twice as hot as Karen. Racked, stacked and packed. This is awesome." He threw back another Nyquil shot. "But before we go, you better put that away..." Peter said, nodding at the bulge in Jon's pants. 

Fifteen minutes later Jon and Peter were waiting outside, their clothes damp from the run they had taken to cool off Jon's erection. After jogging in place for another minute, Peter grabbed his cell phone.

"Jenny, where the hell are you?" After listening for a second, Peter rolled his eyes. "That was half an hour ago... huh... No. No. I told you that Jon's coming with us tonight. He's right here and ready to go." 

Peter made sock puppet motions with his free hand as his forefingers and thumbs chattering together at breakneck speed. His sigh was pure frustration. "Yes, but... BUT... Would you stop talking for a second? I don't care. If we have to we'll take two trips." He listened for an extended time. "How far away are you away...?" Peter stopped as he heard the far off sounds of yelling and a thumping bass line.

Jon wished that Peter's girlfriend had taken longer because despite the run Jon's prick was not totally dead. It hurt now, part of a case of blue balls he'd had off and on for the last eight hours. Shit, this might be his prick's last real hope for company for two weeks. More than just a chance at getting off, this end of summer party was his last shot at doing the normal highschool thing before going to college. Or -- just as good -- it was his last highschool party and no matter how stupid he acted in two weeks he'd be 200 miles away.

Jon adjusted his underwear just as a fifteen year old BMW leaking some sort of loud thumping music came screeching up the driveway. As it pulled up, he could see it was already full. The front side passenger window rolled down and the shriek of heavy metal music poured out. A drunk blonde pixie pushed her head out the window and stared at Peter hungrily. "Pimp daddy, your slut is here! You ready for me, baby!" As she jumped out of the car, the girl's black leather mini-skirt rode up flashing them a shot of bright pink panties. 

"Baby girl, I'm always ready!" Peter said, holding his arms before Jenny jumped into them. After a second he let her go and scrambled into the car. With a little whoop of excitement, Jenny climbed in and settled on his lap. The driver, Jenny's 16-year-old brother David, turned the music louder trying to ignore Peter and his sister's games of grabass.

"Jon, go around to the other side," Peter said, motioning with his hand.

Swinging around to the other side Jon almost ran into the woman getting out a cool brunette in her mid 20's dressed in a silky white blouse and dark blue skirt. At the sight of the woman, Jon's prick stuck its head out of the sand, quivering between what it wanted and what it could have. Jon bit his lip hard using the pain to distract him enough for his prick to slump back to dormancy.

"GET IN ALL READY," Peter yelled from the other side of the car. "JON! JON, THIS IS JENNY'S SISTER, LEAH."

"Nice to meet you ... " Jon said, speaking loudly to be heard over the noise coming from the door. 

"We'll get introduced later ..." Leah yelled and grabbed his hand. Jon wanted to enjoy the touch, but it was all business. She pushed him into the car, settled him down and perched herself on his lap. Before the door closed the BMW lurched into motion.

Getting inside Jon brushed against the sleeping couple on the other side of the backseat. The girl sitting in the guy's lap was half slumped against the front seat, snoring noisily, no doubt helped by the mostly full tequila bottle lying in her lap. The girl's blouse was half open and the guy's hands were caught inside the cups of the girl's shiny black bra.

Gesturing at the couple, Leah leaned back putting her mouth up against his ear. "I forgot what high school was like." Though there was nothing special in her manner just the feel of Leah's lean, wonderful form against Jon was exciting him. She had a sprinter's body: toned arms, beautiful small breasts, a taut stomach, muscular thighs and a largish, rock hard ass.

Jon nodded his head and then pushed his head close to her ear. "You're in college?"

"Yeah. Kind of. I'm in Grad School. Political Science," she said, leaning even closer to his ear until her breath tickled him whenever she pronounced an 's.'

Jon nodded again. To ease her neck strain, Leah turned sideways on his lap jamming her feet up against the car door. She leaned even closer and the almost invisible hairs around his ears shivered with her every breath.

"Sorry about talking so close to your ear, but I strained my voice yelling at Jenny and David on the way over here." Now every syllable made his ear tingle. 

Jon's typical unease when speaking to beautiful women asserted itself. Or maybe it was just the Nyquil buzz and Leah's warm body combining to make it impossible for him to concentrate on anything but the whisper of mint that lingered with Leah's words .

"So...Grad School... You working on your thesis yet?"

She flashed a conversational smile. "Just started. I'm preparing myself to spend the next four months buried in a library ..."

He was not listening to her as much as feeling the rhythm of her breath. In spite of this he found himself asking her questions and laughing at things she said, going on automatic. It was her green eyes and soft chin and pale red lipstick and the stray curl of dark hair hanging over her ear that mattered. Anything that would make it possible for him to be something more than a booster seat to her was walled off to the rational part of his mind that was talking. 

Leah was lost in her own world. "I know the Carter administration probably means nothing to you. It's like people think they're clever saying he was a bad president but a great ex-president ..."

As she became passionate about her subject, Jon felt a symmetry of words and actions, her body tensing and relaxing, bouncing and stilling with every sentence. It was the disruption of this symmetry that brought him out of his daze as Leah bounced high and then became still.

His prick had been steadily growing, slowly standing to attention and into contact with Leah's firm ass. Even though he enjoyed the contact, he started to feel the return of his case of blue balls. 

She stared at him seriously and then her eyes sparked. "I guess the Carter administration does mean something to you." 

"Well if you're going to talk dirty to me what do you expect?" Jon flashed his shy smile, hoping to defuse the situation, but any gains he made were lost as his prick flexed and quivered. 

"Aren't you a naughty little boy." Something about his baby face and the smooth, dark hair, his quiet sexiness and the adorable flush he tried to hide, goaded Leah to continue her flirtation. She let her hand rest on his wrest and immediately felt Jon's prick spasm. 

Jon wanted to concentrate on her words, but he was lost. Underneath her perfume he smelled the hint of muskiness. This truly was her now. This was the Leah that he would smell glistening with sweat, astride his body, jockeying up and down, cursing and scratching and whipping him to greater speed. 

"You're a good looking kid, but..." Leah stopped as his prick flexed again. Her words faltered at his the puppy dog stare and the shimmy-shake of his nervous penis. She felt like time had rolled back to her high school years when she was the hockey goaley guarding her virginity in the backseat of her boyfriend's car. Then, like now, there was no way she would have sex, but that didn't mean she left her dates unsatisfied. She pressed her ass into his crotch and felt him twitch.

"I'm not trying to come onto you..." Jon said and began to blush as his prick pushed up again with the pain now outweighing the pleasure. "Maybe if you could just kind of sit a little further down my lap, it would be okay." He groaned and had to grab onto her waist as she sidled even closer and gave his erection a prolonged butt rub. 

"Oops." She sidled closer and her tongue flicked out and touched his earlobe. 

Jon's groan was mostly pain now. "Uhm... It's not that I don't want to, but should we be doing this?"

She grinded against him and he couldn't help but push back.

"Are you worried my boyfriend will pound you into paste? Just because his little brother is throwing this party and my guy's hanging around to keep damage to a minimum." She enjoyed the distress on his face that merged with what looked like a spasm of pleasure as she rotated her butt on his lap. While Leah's boyfriend was a good lover, he really didn't play with her butt and the ass rub she was doing on his cock was giving her all kinds of pleasure. Jon's body was kind of bony, but the contrast between that and her boyfriend's bearish body was nice too. 

"Just because we're almost there and this is all ..." Leah whispered into Jon's ear.

"No. Stop...Please," Jon groaned. Leah slowed the movement of her ass, but didn't stop. "God...it's not that I don't want to... Damn," he grimaced as the pain flared in his prick. "It's just that... I've got blue balls."

Leah stopped moving, but her hand traced down to his pants and gently touched the outline of his pant bulge. He smiled, but she saw him flinch.

Leah pulled her hand away. "You're not kidding are you?" 

"Could you just hold still for a while? If you stop now the pain should go away..." Coming to a light, the car lurched pushing Leah into Jon and grooving her ass into his bulge. Jon didn't say anything, but his lips clenched and his eyes became glassy.

Leah couldn't help but feel sorry for this shy young man. Jon's beautiful brown eyes, shaggy mane and gawky, grasshopper-thin arms and legs reminded her of her first real boyfriend. Unfortunately when she was in high school she had been a tease and had probably left her boyfriend like this more times than she liked to imagine.

The car lurched back into motion and Jon winced again as Leah's butt grooved into his bulge again.

Leah stared in his eyes for a second and grabbed her bag off the car floor. Then in what looked like one fluid motion, she unzipped his fly, unbuttoned his pants and pulled his boxers down a couple of inches. Slowly she drew out his stiff cock.

Taken by storm, Jon looked more worried than turned on.

Leah gently smiled at him and kissed his forehead. "Jon, I want you to think of me as your sexual Florence Nightingale." Out of her bag she pulled a silky paisley handkerchief that she wrapped around his dick. Even his dick looked cute. Six and a half inches long with a slight bend and with a circumcised head larger than normal, his prick looked like a wonderful hard mushroom made for her enjoyment. 

"I am your private nurse, understand?" Leah started to stroke him slowly and gently. "There's no conflicting signals here. My hand is going to give you pleasure until you cum so I want you to just relax and let go."

Jon groaned. His left hand clutched against her waist while his right dug into the leg of his jeans. 

Leah stroked her finger up the spine of his cock up stopping just under the crown. Somehow hiding his penis underneath the handkerchief made the act of jerking him off seem more innocent almost like she was doing some sort of endless handkerchief trick.

His hands swirled sympathetically with her motions smoothing a wide circle on her back just above the top of her ass cheeks.

"God. You are so wonderful. I ..."

"This isn't a come on, Jon. I'm very happy with my boyfriend. Consider this an act of public service." In spite of her words, she felt herself growing wet and she began to manipulate his penis with loving care.

He groaned again and his left hand drifted lower cuddling her ass and then rubbing down the middle trying to follow the crack of her ass lower.

"You have the most amazing ass," Jon said, closing his eyes as he kneaded her butt.

Leah began to pull on his cock gently, warming to the task, letting her body nestle up to his chest as she reached a second hand down to tickle his ball sac. Growing hotter, Leah shifted back a little giving Jon's hand more area to explore her ass. She was really enjoying this, but they were running out of time. 

Jon groaned and Leah felt his penis shiver again. 

"Baby, you need to speed this up. We've only got a couple minutes left." She lurched against him as the car came to a sudden stop. "Forget this..." she said letting the paisley handkerchief lay against his thigh as she lifted her hand to her lips, licked it and then encircled his cock in her grasp. "How do you like this, baby? Is this better now? Are you going to come for me?"

Leah pulled his hand off his thigh and pushed it up her right breast. His fingers clenched hard, pinching her nipple even through her blouse and bra. She enjoyed it but felt mounting anxiety as she realized they were getting close to her boyfriend's house. 

"Leah, you're unbelievable..."

"I want you to shoot it for me, baby. Can you give me your hot juice? I want to feel you shooting off in my hand. Don't you want it? Don't you want to let it go and drench my hand in your creamy cum?"

The car lurched again throwing Leah into Jon's chest again. Jon used the moment to lean down and kiss Leah. 

"Mmphh..." Leah mumbled trying to talk through the kiss. Her body stiffened with annoyance, but she didn't stop jerking his cock for a second. Jon's dick twitched and a big dollop of precum ooze out his cockhead. 

When she opened her mouth, Jon painted his tongue along the inside of her lips. Her teeth nipped his tongue, but it was playful. And soon their tongues were wrestling together.

She kept her conscience quiet by seeing this as a kindness, but her reasons were drowned out by the warmth of his cock and the play of his tongue lighting her up in one filthy hot orgasm. She was shaking through it, clenching her thighs and sucking his tongue, and enjoying it so much because it was dangerous and wrong and so very, very hot. But she couldn't ride the pleasure out, she didn't have time they weren't more than a few blocks from her boyfriend's house. She really had to stop, but Jon was so close and she wanted to bring him off so badly.

Leah felt his cock begin to tense and she grabbed for the handkerchief to catch his ejaculation. The car lurched hard smacking her head back against the headrest and making her drop the handkerchief. Leah could feel everything going wrong. She was still grabbing at the handkerchief with one hand while her other spasmed shut around his balls. 

Jon screamed into her face as the sudden squeeze pushed his ejaculation up higher and harder, adding the pain to the intensity of his ejaculation driving his tongue deep into Leah's throat as cock exploded geysering semen. 

Leah felt her blouse sprinkled with cum spray. After the first three spurts, she caught the rest of the cum in the umbrella her hand formed over his cockhead. But both their shirts were speckled with cum.

After cumming Jon sagged back against the seat releasing Leah from the kiss.

"Jon, what the hell did you do?" Leah screamed at him while wiping off the cum in her hand on the handkerchief. Only now did Jon notice the strong smell of his semen and the splatter marks all over their two shirts.

"I'm sorry..."

"Shit! Damn it, it's not your fault if my idiot brother didn't lurch around." She looked out the window. "We're two blocks away. I'm going to roll up to my boyfriend's house covered in another guy's cum." As she freaked out, Jon's penis flapped back and forth between his legs.

"DAVID, STOP THE FUCKING CAR!" Leah screamed at the front seat. As she turned around, she saw that they were just half a block away from her boyfriend's house. 

Leah's brother grumbled something, but kept driving. Jenny and Peter jumped and looked around guiltily. The sleeping couple didn't budge.

Frantically Leah began wiping at the stains on her blouse, but the cum damp handkerchief was just spreading the stuff around. Jon pushed Leah forward knocking her head against the driver's headrest as he reached over and grabbed the tequila bottle from the sleeping girl's lap. He wrenched the cap off and began pouring the bottled all over his and Leah's shirts.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Leah yelled trying to grab the bottle out of his hand.

"Burying the evidence," Jon whispered into her ear.

"Jon, have you lost it?" Peter yelled.

"Fucking shit, what the hell is your friend doing?" Jenny screamed. "You know how much that stuff cost me?"

Jenny was still screaming a couple seconds later when the car stopped. Leah had wrestled the bottle out of Jon's hand, helping him to spread the tequila over the both of them as they struggled.

"I'll pay you back..." Peter said, as Jenny was trying to push herself into the backseat and grab the bottle.

"What are we supposed to do shots with now?" Jenny yelled.

David had turned around and his face just about popped. "Fuck! Mom is going to kill me..."

"Everybody calm down," Leah said. "We can straighten all this out..." 

There was a thumping against the window nearest Jon and Leah and suddenly the door was jerked open.

"What took you so long?" the guy demanded of Leah. Then getting a better look at her. "And what the hell happened to you?" Leah had closed her legs, hiding Jon's naked penis from her boyfriend. 

"What about my tequila?" Jenny whined.

"Jenny, we'll take care of it." Leah looked at her boyfriend with what looked like relief all over her face. "Ted, give me a hand up."

Leah bounced out of the car and threw herself against her boyfriend. Quickly Jon pushed his penis back into his pants and zipped up. Peter leaned forward and shook the sleeping couple beside Jon.

"God, I don't want to talk about it now. Can you find me something clean to change into?" Leah asked as she led her boyfriend up the walk to the house.



Fantasies While Running

The clean up of the car took them maybe twenty minutes. By that time they realized the sleeping couple -- now alert enough to stagger to the curb and throw up -- were pretty much done for the night and would be driven home by David. 


Love Bruises Ch. 01



By the time Peter, Jon and Jenny got to the front door, Leah's boyfriend was there, checking their IDs and then pinning colored paper squares with a number on them once he made sure they were 18. Jon was about to ask about it, but Peter was pushing them into the party. 

The house was huge and Jon lost track of Peter and Jenny five minutes after they had gotten in the door. Judging by the look on their faces, they had probably gone to find themselves a room.

Later he saw Leah standing by the door in one of her boyfriend's jerseys, but after smiling at him quickly she linked arms with her boyfriend and looked away. Jon was still pretty fucked up from the Nyquil and was trying to let his senses clear before bugging out. If he wanted to leave early he had a four and half mile run back to his house, but the thought didn't bother him as he hadn't run this morning.

For the most part he slid through the party without leaving a wake. He said hello to a few guys from the track and cross country squads and took a wide detour when he saw any of the stuck up cheerleaders. His first week after transferring from his last school one of the football players had pushed him into a pyramid of cheerleaders; just because their head cheerleader came down wrong and broke her leg, suddenly -- despite the fact that he had been pushed into them -- he was scum. Jogging around since then, he kept an eye out because the girls loved nothing better to drive up and swerve their cars in front of him. Any time and in any way they could they tried to get him. When they had a special assembly where to members of the karate club jumped around in their bathrobes, two cheerleaders who were also members of the club had glared in his direction as they punched their way through a stack of boards.

Jon wandered around from room to room. He went in the living room and began browsing through their hosts CD collection. Eventually he gravitated towards the quietest room in the house, a room which had a plasma screen tv set up high on the far wall and had a Play Station set up underneath. Though it looked like the sofa had been set up to sit on while gaming the two guys with the controllers were huddled just two feet from the screen.

After a few minutes Jon noticed a girl was looking at him. She was blocked from view by two football jocks. She was the short brunette that had sat at the front of the room in his English class. Her name was Melanie or Melody or Charity, or some name that probably ended in an 'i.' Half the problem was that she had been almost as much of an outsider as Jon was. When he'd graduated in May, forty extra pounds, an umbrella of frizzy, dark brownish hair and painful shyness had hid the girl from the world. She'd always had beautiful green eyes though. She had lost a lot of weight, but still looked chunky around her hips. Standing beside him in her tight red t-shirt and a pair of tight jeans, her hair shortened, straightened and tinted a lush bluish black, chunky hips or not, she was stunning, though some of his opinion could have been helped along by the Nyquil shots.

Pushing past her admirers, she sauntered over to him, her eyes raking into his. Watching her move as the music thumped in rhythm to her walk, he remembered her name was Melody.

"Hey, Jon." She smiled at him and then pushed out her hand in a voila gesture like some slinky magician's assistant. "So what do you think of the new me?"

"Melody, wow, you look great."

"Where have you been all summer?" 

"Down at Tech, mostly. You knew I got accepted there, right?" 

The two guys had followed her and made an attempt to look casual as they pushed in around them and casually sipped their beer. The bigger one nodded at him. "Hey Jon, haven't seen you around."

"Jon, weren't you about to tell me what you had been up to?" Melody asked casually laying her hand on his forearm

"I've been down at Tech, mostly. Nothing exciting ... basically same old -same old just in a new place..." Melody edged closer. As she got nearer, he could feel his cock firming despite its recent workout. "Just regular ... stuff." Her eyes locked drinking in his face. "You know, job, class, track, sleep. Job, class, track, sleep. Uh ... except I got a couple times where some friends took me rock climbing." Staring at her, feeling her hand lightly stroking his arm, he felt giddy.

"Melody..." The bigger guy started.

Melody cut him off. "Jon, didn't you read the note I left in your yearbook?"

"I didn't know I had got any real ones. What did you write?" Her hand was still stroking, but occasionally she would sensuously scrape his arm with her nails.

"I want you to read it for yourself..." she said, her wet lips giving birth to a sultry smile. "You might want to make sure that no-one under the age of 18 is in the room when you start." She slowly turned her shoulders and glanced behind her. Her admirers had headed off in the general direction of the keg.

"Thank God." As she said it she relaxed and the sultriness seemed to bleed out of her though her hand continued to slowly stroke his forearm. "You don't know how long I had been trying to get rid of those guys. You know I lost 20 pounds since graduation, but ten minutes after getting here I gained 400 pounds of obnoxiousness. I can't believe it. Halfway through the summer these guys starting saying, 'You know it wouldn't be so bad to bang the fat chick.' The same guys who only talked to me when they were trying to helping their buddies hook up with my girlfriends, are suddenly trying to add my panties to their trophy cases."

"Well, I'm glad I could help you out."

He was feeling a little tired and confused struggling with an erection that was beginning to make a bulge in his pants and somehow wanting to get out of the situation at the same time. It didn't help that Melody was continuing to caress his forearm. 

"I've been looking for you all summer," she said pulling on his arm and leading him to a small loveseat. "And now I've got you."

He looked up, unnerved by the blaring music and a burly blonde guy and a cute Korean girl that up against the wall to the right of the plasma screen, leaning against each other and dry humping to the video game's soundtrack.

"This isn't that big," Jon said as she pushed him down on the loveseat. 

"Well, if you want room to spread out I can sit in your lap," she said hesitating and perching her butt over his lap.

"No, I've done that all ready."

Melody sat down tight against him. As much body contact as she made, she might as well have sat on his lap. She plopped her hand on top of his thigh.

She leaned closer and then wrinkled her nose and backed off a bit. "You smell like tequila and cum."

"Sorry about that, but... it's a long story. When I get drunk my aim isn't very good."

Melody accepted that with an odd smile. The comment seemed to have broken her rhythm and for a moment she seemed uncertain. Just as she was about to say something he heard a guy yelling the number "62."

"What's that about?" Jon asked.

"There doing that stupid game 'Three minutes in heaven.'" Seeing the odd look on Jon's face Melody shrugged. "It's a dumb game to begin with, but with only three minutes its pointless. It's Rob's brother that insisted. He wants to make sure nothing gets out of hand." She looked at the paper pinned to Jon's shirt and then gestured at the one on her own shirt. "If they call out '67' or '18' we'll just go and hide in the bathroom until they move on."

Jon nodded. 

Melody smoothed her hand over his forearm. "I thought I heard something about you breaking up with your girlfriend."

Jon tensed. "No, she broke up with me."

"Well then she must be nuts." Her hand rubbed him soothingly slowly slipping up his thigh to his groin. "If I had ever had the guts to ask anybody out, it would have been you. But that's what's great about the end of the summer party. This is the last chance to square all accounts." Her hand was now massaging his groin. He knew he should stop her, but knowing that Melody wanted him was flattering. 

"I used to study on the bleachers after school just so I could see you." She smiled. distracting him as her hand unzipped his pants. She pulled out his cock out while staring straight into his eyes. Her smile was dazzling. "I loved watching you run."

"Melody, you're drunk ..."

She leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips. She tasted of strawberries and smelled faintly of sweat. "I haven't had anything to drink. Yet." 

She leaned forward but her mouth stopped just short of his lips. He rocked forward and tried to kiss her, but she only let his lips touch before drawing back a half an inch. She started to rock forward again, but this time as she got close, her head suddenly plunged down to his lap and before he realized it she had swallowed his cockhead. She tongued the pee slit and then bobbed back up plastering her lips against his.

"Melody, people can see us."

"You usually were the last person out of the locker room after the cross country teams runs." Her stroking had taken on a maintenance rhythm. Pushing down and back slowly for a few strokes and then toying under the crown and then pulling harder twice and then back to the slower stroke. "I had this fantasy of sneaking into the locker room and finding you in the showers. Your tan body, long and stringy-strong except for the tightness of your butt and the roundness of your face." 

She kissed him and plunged back down on his cock.

"But..." Jon groaned as she took him especially deep. "Melody, I probably won't see you until next summer. I'm not going ..."

"You don't have to be my boyfriend. Right now, I just want you to be my popsicle," she said and he noticed her other hand had wormed its way under her shorts as she slowly finger fucked herself.

She leaned in, but this time she avoided his mouth and began blowing hot air into his ear, then chewing on the lobe, then lightly tonguing his ear and then giggling mischievously before she leaned in closer and jammed her tongue in and back, tongue-fucking his ear in sync with the two handed strokes she was now giving his cock. More out of reflex than anything else he pushed his hand to her crotch and took over the finger fucking. Though he should have been overwhelmed by the full bodied workout she was giving his cock, it was the finger fucking that entranced him. He wanted to be closer, to see it and suck it and explore it with every inch of his tongue. As it was his fingers were just bluntly pumping. 

"Are you close?"

"Uh..." Jon choked on the word noticing that the dryhumping couple had pulled apart and were watching them. The Korean girl synced the hand rubbing the guy's crotch and the one rubbing her own. The blonde haired guy was just watching and occasionally tweaking the girl's nipples. The guys using the Playstation were still lost in their game.

Melody kissed him deeply, her tongue invading his mouth then pulled off and plunged back down on his cock. Taking his cock deep, she began humming and the vibrations of it shot up his spine. He was shooting his load before he realized it. In a flash Melody had jerked her head back up until her lips just covered the pee slit. 

He nearly collapsed when she smiled at him and then let the cum drool out of her mouth back onto his cock.

Her face wrinkled. "I like playing with cum, but I just hate the taste of it." She rubbed the back of her hand against her lips a couple of times. "I've got to get something to get this taste out of my mouth, but when I get back I want to play some more."


Melody giggled looking down at the cold, cummy mess that had dripped down his cock and was now soaking his underwear and the cloth around his zipper. "In the mean time you might want to clean that up. Now you really stink of cum and tequila."

"Shit..." he said as Melody was already up and moving away.

He looked around frantically and grabbed at something that was sticking out of the seat cushions and quickly began trying to brush off as much cum as he could.

Suddenly, the Korean girl and her date were in his face.

"Hey asshole, that's her underwear," the burly guy said.

Looking closer he realized the clot in his hand was a pair of red cotton panties, Stupidly, he held it up to the guy. "Sorry about that." Seeing the guy's face growing angrier he started to push it towards the girl, but that made the guy look even madder. "I'm gonna get going now." He said and quickly pushed the panties in his pocket and got up and left the room. 



A Little Help

In the kitchen between orange scented dishwater soap and half a roll of paper towels he was able to clean up a little. Now he smelled like an orange grove... or at least one in which someone had been drinking tequila and fucking. Afterward he felt the urgent need to pee. Having seen one of the bathroom lines stretching out of a hallway into another room, he headed outside.

Out front there was nothing but grass and tulips but in the back there was a nice big hedge. Ducking behind it, he unzipped and whipped his prick out. He had been dying to pee, but now that he was here, he just couldn't. Part of the problem was he had developed half a hard on. Though that was more about his urethra being screwed up than his powers of recovery.

He tried relaxing and thinking about rivers. He even imagined visualized himself pissing, in the daydream his pee shot out like a pressure washer. But the problem was he had sex on the brain, everything kind of made him think of sex. When he pictured himself relaxing by a river Leah's lush ass and purple handkerchief barged into his thoughts and in the midst of his pressure washing Melody would come over and begin tongue fucking his ear and drooling cum onto his crotch.

He had been struggling with his piss erection and his screwed up daydreams for a few minutes when he heard a thump and the sound of giggling. He ignored it, but a couple seconds later there was another thump, more giggling and a drunken female voice saying "Shit!" coming from almost beside him. Ten feet to the left of him he saw a short brunette standing with her pants halfway down holding onto the shrubs while she tried to crouch down. She giggled again. "I knew I should have worn a skirt."

Noticing him looking at her, she giggled again, lost balance and thumped onto her butt. "A little help please? I really have to pee bad."

Jon went over and quickly gave her a hand up. She swayed uncertainly because her jeans had been pulled down to her knees and were hobbling her. He also noticed her metallic silver panties was pulled down to midthigh.

"Would you mind holding me up for a little while?"

He grabbed onto her and tried to support her, but it just wasn't working. She fell down and picked herself up.

"Damn it, I hate having dirt on my butt," she said as she fell down again. Getting up, she readjusted her shirt. He noticed that she had a piece of paper tagged to her blouse, but he couldn't make out the number in the poor light.

"I think it would work a lot better if you took off your pants," he said causing her to dissolve into another round of giggles. The giggles threw her off balance and she fell again, but when she got up she tried to wrestle her pants the rest of the way off. But between the odd position she had gotten herself in, the boots she was wearing and her drunkenness, she wasn't making progress.

"Hold on a second," he said motioning for her to stop struggling. Calmly he wrestled her boots off and pulled her pants the rest of the way down. Casually the girl reached down and pulled her silver panties down and off. Jon tried not to stare at her pussy, but his eyes were pulled there.

"This is much better," the girl said as she crouched down again. She started swaying again though and Jon quickly stepped over putting his hands around her shoulders to steady her.

It was a little weird when he heard the sound of her pee streaming out. The sound faltered. She wobbled and grabbed onto his waist and after a second the whoosh of peeing continued and continued and continued going on for another twenty seconds.

He must have been looking at her strangely, because she looked away for a second and he thought she was blushing, though even with a full moon out it was hard to tell because of the darkness. "I was about to burst... I told you I really had to pee."

He pulled her up, but she kept her hands on him with one of her hands brushing against his half erect cock.

The girl giggled. "What are you planning on doing with this?" 

"I don't really know. I was trying to piss, but I just couldn't get it started."

She smiled at him and then started slowly jacking his cock. "Maybe you just need to prime the pump. When my boyfriend takes me camping he always has to work the pump handle for awhile before anything comes out."

It felt good, but he still felt odd. "Are we talking about sex or camping now?"

She giggled again and the sound of that laugh was beginning to annoy him. "A lot of times after my boyfriend comes, he has to pee, so I figure once you cum you can probably pee."

He was trying to see her pussy, but she was so close to him that he couldn't see it. He let his hand wander down losing itself for a second in her kinky pussy hair before it began to glide over her wet pussy.

"I wish I had something to wipe myself off," the girl said as she leaned her head down toward his cock. He heard a hocking sound and felt a spray of spit wet his prick.

Again he felt mixed emotions as he realized he was fingering her piss sloppy pussy lips. But even as he felt that the girl leaned in towards him and began kissing him. She could taste the hint of beer in her mouth. Strangely it was this moment that he started thinking about Karen. In the last couple hours three girls had gone farther with him than Karen had in the whole of their relationship. He didn't even know this girl's name, but that wasn't stopping her from kissing him with a passion that was blowing his mind. 

While his right hand continued to stroke her pussy lips, his left began to explore the heft of her ass. She reached her hand down and thrust two fingers inside herself as Jon continued to stroke the lips zeroing in on her clit. She broke off the kiss for a second and groaned. She gasped as he diddled her clit faster, mid gasp her breath seized in her throat as she felt Jon's finger plunge into her asshole.

She pushed her head down onto his shoulder and bit down as her orgasm surged through her. Even as she orgasmed, Jon felt himself getting closer.

"I'm almost there..." he whispered.

Pulling away from him wrenching his finger out of her butt, she pushed him around until he was facing towards the wall. As the cum surged out, she moved his cock around and up and down against the wall.

His sigh cut off as he stared at the girl who was looking at the wall with something akin to pride. Feeling the long sought after pressure in his prick return, he swivelled and enjoyed a long hard piss. 

When he finished, the girl was still smiling as she stared against the wall. "It's kind of hard to tell," she said pointing at the wet spots on the outside wall, "but that's a 'J' that's an 'O' and that's a 'Y.'" She stroked her hand over his stomach seductively. "I think it will take at least two more loads to spell out my last name."

He must have looked a little freaked, because she laughed and patted his stomach gently. He felt really stupid and was still trying to think of something to say to that when they heard some rustling in the hedges. Joy sprinted over to where her panties and jeans lay, scooped them up and disappeared into the hedges.



Three Minutes

There wasn't much reason to go back to the party. For starters, his dick was exhausted, but, more importantly, if he left now he could end on a highpoint. At the back of his mind, he had this sense that this night was going to end horribly though that could have more to do with the fact that he was still upset about the breakup.




Love Bruises Ch. 01



He didn't want to see Melody again. She was really nice and if things had been different he might have wanted to see her again. Different or not though, she was headed off to one of the Ivy League schools and would be hanging out with guys, smarter and richer and more confident than he could ever hope to be. Instead he stole a few warm beers someone had tried to hide inside the stove and found a quiet corner to hide in and get drunk. 

After three beers, he realized he was too fucked up to run. He wandered into the living room trying to find Peter and Jenny so he could get out of here. Judging by Peter's usual party behavior he and Jenny were somewhere sleeping it off. Maybe it would just be better to see if somebody could drop him off. Lost in thought, he didn't even notice when somebody yelled out the number "67." People were looking around and before he could do anything some guy was holding his hand up and yelled "Here he is." Somebody else dumped a beer over his head and yelled. Everyone else was pounding him on the back and before he knew it a the crowd was pushing him out of the room and toward the stairs. Coming out of one of the doorways he saw Peter holding his hand up and screaming like a game show contestant. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Melody, but her expression was unreadable.

In the group of guys pushing him up the stairs he recognized, Rob, the host of the party. 

"Really, it's okay. I really don't need to do this," Jon protested. 

Rob pounded him on the back and continued to push him up the stairs. "It's just three minutes... "

As Jon hesitated, two of the guys hoisted him on their shoulders. Jon twisted his head around to avoid a low ceiling and then frantically looked at Rob. "The other person up there has to be a girl, right?"

"Jon, this is nothing. You've got three minutes to find her and take her number off or else you get sent down to Hell."

As Rob said this the others guys around him started chanting "Go to Hell. Go to Hell. Go to Hell."

Before he knew it he was staring up at a little square hole of darkness cut into the ceiling of the main bedroom's walk in closet. The guys that were herding him along pushed him to their shoulders and thrust him at the hole. Jon grabbed onto the edge of the hole and pulled himself up. 

He felt as if he dove into darkness. A sweaty, dusty stale-aired darkness where the only sound was that of a whirring fan coming from somewhere above him. Looking down he saw Rob turning over a little hourglass that was set up on top of a pile of shoeboxes.

Rob flipped the hourglass over. "Three minutes to get her tag or it's off to hell."

Again the chant "Go to Hell. Go to Hell. Go to Hell" broke out again. Then one of the guys reached up and pulled some sort of sliding panel and the little square of light was gone.

He wiped his forehead already feeling the sweat rolling into his eyes. The attic was incredibly dark. He waited a couple seconds to let his eyes adjust to the darkness, but someone had done one hell of a job of insulating, because the only light he saw was a faint rectangle where he had come in. He couldn't tell how big the attic was, but he just had a feeling it was big, especially because the house itself was big. 

Shit, it made sense that this night was going to end up with him in hell, whatever that was.

"Anybody here?" he called out softly. He'd heard that most times the game was played it was just like the game Marco Polo but where both people homed in on each other by the sound of their voices. Except some girls played it to tease. And if he didn't get her number before the three minutes were up she would go to hell too, wouldn't she?

"You are a girl, right?"

Tentatively he took a step, and then another over the attic's wood flooring. His hands were waving in front of his face and his felt a big cardboard box. He was carefully stepping around the box when he put his foot down on something that slipped out from under him and sent him crashing to the floor.

He heard a titter of laughter from his left somewhere. He got to his feet, but between the fall and trying to get up without slipping on that thing again, but by the time he was up he wasn't sure exactly where the laughter had come from. In his head he could feel the clock ticking loudly. He couldn't end this night in hell.

He ran into another box and quickly stepped around it. Shit! There was no way he was going to find the girl in time if this way.

He pushed his sweaty hair out of his eyes and took a deep slow breath. Suddenly he pushed over the box and screamed out a curse. As he'd hoped he heard another titter coming from somewhere in front and slightly to the right of him. He hurried forward running into something at knee level that he half tripped over. Still he kept going. She was close, he knew it, but that clock was ticking in his brain and this girl wasn't going to do anything to help him out. From the banging she had to know where he was. Jon reached out to the box he was leaning against and reached inside. There were books inside. There was no way this girl was going to beat him at hide at seek. If he could just startle her into making a noise again, he would have her. 

He grabbed a book and lobbed it. A second later there was a thunk and a squeek of pain. Jon raced forward. 

"I'm really sorry..." He was moving forward so fast and it was so dark that he plowed into the girl before he realized she was there. They crashed down bouncing off another box and rolling onto a dusty sheet they got caught up in. He had rolled on top of her.

"God damn it!" The girl yelled.

***

Rob and his friends were waiting near the pull-down ladder to the attic when he heard a crash and then the sound of breaking glass and then his brother's voice screaming. Rob and his friends were rushing down the stairs when there was another crash and now more voices yelling. He started taking the steps two at a time and his friends came rushing after.

***

On top of another warm body, he felt even hotter in the sweaty heat, and landing against the girl's sweaty, warm body felt more like wrestling a fat man in the sauna then fooling around. Worse was that he could smell sex funk mingling with the sweat though he couldn't tell whether that was coming off him or her or both.

"What the hell are you doing?" she asked, wafting a breeze of peach schnapps breath in his face.

"I don't want to go to hell. If you want me to stop, just tell me where that stupid number is." Jon was running his hands over the top of her shoulders, a drop of sweat dripping from the end of his nose and splashing into the hollow of her throat. 

The girl was struggling and twisting, just getting them more snarled in the sheet. But as she struggled her hands were feeling his body. "It's got to be almost three minutes now," she said. 

He was breathing harder as he felt up her small breasts. Enjoying the sensation, he was still frantic because of that clock that was ticking in his head.

"Maybe we could spend the three minutes another way," the girl said, as she snuggled her face up his shoulder and wetly kissed just above his adam's apple.

He ignored her and started to run his hands over her stomach. 

"I know you want me..." Jon felt a hand snake down to his crotch and begin rubbing. "Isn't this worth going to hell for?" 

"Just tell me where the stupid number is?" He began rubbing quicker, gliding his hands down to her jeans. 

"Oooh... look what I've found," she said cupping, his crotch. "What's the problem can't get it up?" 

Both their bodies were slick with sweat and with every touch, flesh to flesh, felt like an act of sex, sliding wetness against wetness. "Just give me the number..." Jon panted.

"Not a chance." Her voice was breathy and heavy as she forced the words out. "Why don't you just enjoy the three minutes?" Suddenly her other hand was at his crotch. Before he could stop her, she unsnapped his jeans, unzipped his fly and grabbed hold of him, nuts and shaft.

"You hid the number?" Jon said, growing frantic from nerves and a growing, unwelcome arousal.

He pushed his hands under her shirt and grabbed her bra, pushing his hands underneath, squeezing her breasts and tweaking her nipples.

The girl gasped, but quickly began using her hands in a rough milking motion on his cock. "Look, the puppy is waking up." Her fingers grabbed a fold of his scrotum and twisted hard. 

"AAHHHHHHH!" Jon screamed.

The girl laughed even as Jon pushed his hands down to her jean shorts. Grabbing hold on both sides, he twisted and yanked, pulling so hard that the shorts ripped a couple of inches down the seam under the zipper. 

"UHHHHH!" Jon hollered as she twisted another fold even harder than the first time.

His hands pushed under her panties feeling a soggy piece of paper that had been pushed inside and ignoring it. Two fingers jammed inside. The girl's pussy was sloppy with juices, so though the girl screamed, Jon knew it was for show. 

"That's all you've got..." The girl started, just as Jon plunged his mouth onto her breast biting her nipple through the wet fabric of her shirt and bra. 

Her scream made him jerk his head up, raising up just as she plunged her lips against her own. She plunged her nails into his thin t-shirt and ripped out the front leaving a square of bare flesh that stretched from his nipples to his waist. 

"You bitch!" Dimly, Jon felt the girl's nails scratching down his body, but in response he pulled on the girl's shirt down ripping loose the trail of buttons and baring a bra that he attacked with his teeth. His cock had shot back to life.

"Uhhh." His teeth grabbed flesh and elastic dragging up and back until the strapless bra stretched away from her body like a slingshot. He heard the girl's hands moving and felt her raise up and suddenly the tension in the bra released and he tore it loose. 

"Choke on it, you limp dicked, piece of shit."

He turned his head and spit the bra to the side. She pushed him over and they rolled loose of the sheet. She grabbed his pants and pulled them down to his knees. He was grasping at her, twisting his hand in her hair and yanking her body back up.

She launched herself back up so quickly that her face collided with his, her open mouth ending up latched onto his neck just under his jaw. He thrust his hand and her pussy and jammed into her thigh and then tried again and ended up with two fingers trying to excavate her asshole. She popped up for a second pulled his hands away. She grabbed onto his cock, adjusted herself and thrust down. 

"You God damn bitch... Shit," Jon said thrusting his hips upward and reaching his hands and grabbing her ass cheeks and digging his fingers in as hard as he could.

He pushed her over, wanting to pin her body under his and crush his weight down on her.

As he turned over they lurched into something sharp and pushing away he banged her against something hard. He forced her down by the hard thing and began rutting into her. Her hands shot underneath the remains of his shirt and her fingernails dug into his shoulder blades. He fucked into her so hard her head thumped against the thing behind her.

There was nothing in Jon's head except the urge to fuck this woman. He wanted to fuck through her. The girl was humping back hard except for a moment where she froze, reached up and buried her teeth into his shoulder and began shaking. He felt his cock being squeezed, but he kept pushing it in. His thrusts pulled her mouth loose and she was yelling.

And now he could feel the need building inside, growing undeniable, though he had been fighting it off, trying to keep going until his penis fell off or the girl stopped. But now he could feel the pleasure building, could feel his balls tingling and then drawing up. He dropped his chest on top of the girl drawing her as close as he could and letting his ass and hips go into overdrive.

"FUCK!" The feeling was like nothing he felt before, a giant tension of anger and pain and anticipation and then release and release and release his semen spurting inside this warm receptacle and filling it and until he could feel his seed and her juices around his cock being pumped inside her and squeezed around him and leaking out in a froth around his cock.

He was just sucking air and shuddering as his last pulse dribbled inside her when he began to feel the pain. In the aftermath, he rolled over and left her on top, caused by an affection he was feeling for the girl now that he had cum. He was still taking stock when there was the tiny squeak of the attic's pull down ladder. Neither of them heard it. Ten seconds later, the attic light came on.

"Holy Shit!" Bob said seeing the mess of boxes and the two of them underneath it. The girl levered himself off of Jon, but Jon was still blinking when he felt the girl spasm on top him.

The look on Kelly's face beneath him was nothing short of revulsion. All the cheerleaders hated Jon to some degree, but the girl who broke her leg was her best friend and so Kelly had hated him the most. Seeing him this close and feeling his cum slowly draining out of her pussy, her anger exploded.

"You fucking asshole!" Kelly shouted, even as her fist was shooting out in one of the karate moves she had used on the planks of wood she had broken in the school assembly. He felt a shock and heard a crack. It looked like she was drawing back for another shot when he planted his hands into her stomach and pushed her off him. He heard a thump and a yelp of pain.

He could feel the blood spurting out of his nose and as he reached up just by the feel as much as the pain he could tell his nose was broken. A little farther away he could hear Kelly moaning. But no matter how bad he hurt, every ache and pain brought back the thrill of the fuck.

By the time the ambulance showed up, Jon and Kelly had gotten most of their clothing back on. Peter had a cold compress against his nose that seemed to help and Leah and another cheerleader had draped a sheet over her upper body like a toga and rigged up a sling that helped support Kelly's broken arm. Peter had also brought a lot of wet paper towels helping clean off most of the sex funk.

In addition to the broken nose they cleaned the scratches and even put in a couple stitches for the tears along his shoulders.

In all of this chaos, Peter proved himself a friend, helping clean him up, pat his shoulder and even running interference with his mom when she rushed to the hospital at two in the morning. True, he burst out laughing when he saw Peter red and bloody and with both eyes already blackening as the result of the a 105 pound cheerleader, but at least he didn't tell anybody why he was laughing so hard.

When his mother had gone to pull the car around and it was only Peter waiting with him on the curb, the temptation was too much. He smiled and thumped him on the back. "Jon it's supposed to be the girls who bleed when they lose their virginity."

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Part 2 coming - it will be hurried along by the feedback I get. Love it or hate it, I'd like to hear what you think.



Love Bruises Ch. 02



Author's Notes:

1. This can be read as a stand-alone story.

2. Though there are a lot of bodies bouncing around, most of the sex in this part involves only two people at a time.

- aliaspeterj

P.S. Thanks to everyone who gave me feedback on Part 1 

***

Georgia didn't say she was waiting for marriage and Jon didn't get the sense she was a virgin. It wasn't like she got upset if he said "fuck" or if they watched an R-rated flick. But when Jon let his hands wander or tried adding his tongue to a kiss, Georgia's expression became intense, her eyes widened and then she stepped away and kept him at arm's length for the rest of the night. 

Not that sex on demand worked out any better. Jon hooked up a few times in the first two weeks of classes. It had gone from disaster, to okay, to a different kind of disaster. The first hook-up was fast and sloppy, really more of a misfire than a sexual encounter. The second time he was pretty hammered. He remembered the sex wasn't bad, but it got uncomfortable afterward, wanting her to leave, and trying to make small talk even though he'd forgot her name. After that his endurance for partying waned. He got to the point where he did his time, getting a little drunk, bored and horny before taking off. He didn't think it could get worse than being bored and blue balled. 

The last night of his hook-up phase he was in over his head. The apartment building's parking lot had nothing but Jaguars and Porsches and the partiers were the kind of people that filled them. Wearing sweat pants and a loose, turquoise button-down with a t-shirt underneath, Jon reeked of being poor. He couldn't even make it up by looks. Though his face was handsome, because Jon was 6'2" and weighed 124 lbs. he looked like a stick figure with hair. Actually he was amazed that he had even got into the party. Aside from seeing how the other half lived, he stuck around for the bottles of microbrew they had at the bar. 

A flashy, thin blonde with beautiful fake breasts was toying with him for a few minutes while making eyes at a couple of prospects. She was a rich bitch, a cheerleader or sorority-girl-type slumming and prick teasing the poor, gawky guy. It wasn't like he was fooling himself that he had a chance, but he was really horny so she had an effect. The blonde smirked as she eyed his cock bulge, amusing herself, trying to get him so excited he'd cum in his pants. He had a three-pack of condoms burning a hole in his pocket, but no matter how horny he got he'd rather turn them into balloon animals than use them on the smirking blonde. 

"Mmmm... this beer is really good." The blonde licked the bottle lip and then plunged her tongue down the neck. She licked a finger and streaked it between her cleavage. She took a sip of beer and thrust her wet breasts at him. "Would you like a taste?"

It would be so easy for Jon to stick his head into her chest and slurp away. But even as the blonde offered him her tits, she was already set to lean back. This wasn't a come-on; it was a sexual mirage. Quelling his horniness, he swung his gaze around the room lingering on a couple of curvy brunettes. 

The blonde stepped closer and brushed her big tits against Jon's arm. Her breasts were so close he could chart constellations in the freckles around her cleavage. "I don't blame you, not wanting to drink this stuff. It's kind of off." She moved her bottle back and forth letting the cold bottle brush against her chest and bring her nipples to hardness. "I hate it when a beer goes bad. I mean once you take a drink, what are you going to do? It's all right for guys to be gross, but girls can't."

Jon looked around the room, knowing where this was going. He gestured at the corner where a few couples were moving to the music. "You want to dance?"

"What does a girl do with bad beer?" The blonde flipped her hair back in a practiced move and leaned down sighting him in the crosshairs of those cold hard nipples, this while still eyeing a guy by the sofa who, for some reason, was naked except for a diaper. Thank God he wasn't too much of a tit man. Staring at that girl's rack, he would have been helpless. 

Just because Diaper Man was wearing a Rolex, the girl was interested in him. It didn't matter that the guy was drunk off his ass and had a beer gut or that he seemed to be acting like he needed to be changed as long as he wasn't poor. 

It was enough. 

He looked the blonde up and down. "So do you prefer being on top or doggy?"

"Answer my question first," the girl said.

"For me, it depends on what she looks like. You want a beautiful girl on top so you can look at her face and you want an ugly girl from behind so you look at her ass. If both are bad, you can go either way; you just have to keep your eyes closed."

"Just answer the question," the girl said with mounting frustration. "What do you think a girl should do with a bad mouthful of beer?"

Jon drained his beer. It was time to leave, but he wasn't finished with the girl. "Okay, I don't know."

The blonde took a pretend sip of beer and made a sour face before speaking. "Do you prefer girls who spit or girls who swallow?" 

Jon toyed with his zipper. "Actually, I prefer girls who hold still when I shoot a load on their faces. Slutty brunettes are great, but it's the dumb, prick teasing blondes who really turn me on." He unzipped his pants, casually reached in and grabbed his cock. 

"What the fuck?" the blonde said more because of his cock than his words.

"I start shooting on one side of their face and arc across to the other side, letting the cum stream down giving them a little white beard." Jon stroked his prick casually while aiming the cockhead at the girl's face. "I love the blondes because I tell them it's smart juice and if they let it soak in long enough the wind won't whistle through their ears so loudly. Sometimes I'll give them the glazed donut. That's when I swirl it ..." 

"You couldn't get a woman to look at your prick if she was cross-eyed..." The blonde tried to talk over him, but failed because of his loud resonant voice. A voice that -- even with all the party's noise -- would start attracting attention if it got any louder.

Jon stroked his cock harder and began wagging it to keep the blonde's attention there. "If the blonde is dumb and ugly, I'll give her two or three coats. It's like painting over really ugly wallpaper." 

"You can't say that to me," the blonde said, looking both embarrassed and upset.

"Three coats are for those really hopeless blondes, the ones guys will only fuck if they're drunk and the light's bad; the ones they only call if it's 3 AM and their hands are too tired to do it for themselves..." Jon grunted and jerked his cock harder. "Girl, you might want to kneel down right now or you're going to miss a coat."

The blonde tried to say something, but Jon talked louder and began flexing his prick as he jerked off. When he tensed and closed his eyes, the girl jumped back. 

Jon's eyes snapped open and he had a smirk on his face. "Whoops, false alarm." 

The blonde quickly headed for the door.

"Honey, don't go. I've got some paint samples I want you to look at..." Jon said. He quickly tucked his cock back in his pants. He'd never been close to cumming. In fact he'd been so disgusted by the girl by then, just to stay hard he had to picture a naked centerfold behind the blond.

People were staring at him now. Talk about irony. If he wasn't wrong, Diaper Man was undressing him with his eyes. Jon was trying to avoid Diaper Man's gaze when a dark-eyed girl with striking blue-black hair came up to him. As beautiful as her hair was, it was her slutty smile and her creamy skin that attracted him. Skin tight jeans showed off her fine legs and a silken, filmy black blouse hinted at her lovely small breasts and nipples. God, why did so many of the women here have to be beautiful? Why couldn't they just be stuck-up and slutty and ugly?

"Did you mean that?" the girl asked.

"About...?" 

The girl smiled and looked him straight in the eye. "Did you mean that about painting a girl's face?" 

Jon laughed and would have kept laughing except for the power of that naughty smile. "Maybe, I am; Maybe, I'm not. But why take my word for it? You can waste fifteen minutes rubbing against me and wondering or you can put on your safety glasses and join me in the laboratory to find out for yourself." 

Jon looked at the exit. The beer was great, but it wasn't worth having to put up with the Abercrombie assholes and Gucci bitches. It wasn't like anything was happening here, and if he stayed any later, he wasn't going to be in shape for his morning run.

The brunette pulled a pair of sunglasses out of a thin strappy black purse dangling from her shoulder. She nestled the glasses in the rich black expanse of her hair. "I've got my safety equipment. Now let's find a room and do a little experimenting."

Jon smiled wearily. "Very good, but I'm not doing this experiment with Miss Muffet. Once we get going, I don't want daddy's little princess to take out her handkerchief ..."

The brunette stepped very close until the top of her head tickled his shirt collar. Small cold hands moved around his waist then shot down to cup his ass cheeks. "How many princesses have silver pins through their clits?" she said standing on her tiptoes. 

"I'm not in the mood for a prick tease..." The girl's warm breath tickled his neck a second before she got on her tiptoes and licked his Adam's Apple. 

He was still grasping for words when the brunette squeezed his ass and winked at him. "Are you starting to get the feeling that I'm interested?" 

Jon leaned over to kiss her and the brunette brought her hands around and grabbed his cock. 

"I need you to fuck me, baby," she whispered, pulling his cock out, grasping the shaft hand over hand, jerking him with a slow, ten-fingered stroke. 

"Ohhhh..." Jon groaned.

"Listening to you talk to that blonde got me so horny. I want what you promised her, baby. You need to take me upstairs and punish me with this cock. I want you to shoot all your cum on my face and smear it in. And when you're done you're going to do it again. You said you'd give that girl three loads and that's what you're going to give me."

"How could I do that to such a beautiful face?" He kissed her, trying for soft, but ending up with hard and breathless. She pushed his sweat pants further down leaving his crotch and ass open to the air. 

"Mmmm ... you need a little moisturizer," the brunette said, lowering her face and spitting on his cock head. 

The noise around them got louder as people yelled "Fuck her" and "Rape her ass," but Jon had tunnel vision. 

He cradled her head with both hands. "If that's what you want, I'm going to give it to you. I'm going to hose you down with cum. I'm gonna give you a fucking cum pink-eye. You're going to get a fucking shower of cum." 

The brunette was hanging on his every word; Jon felt her excitement as she jerked faster and harder every time he said cum. 

"You've got to have it, don't you?" Jon said. "You've been bad and you need my cock to fuck you. I need to fuck you here." 

God, this was so sexy; he needed to fuck this siren senseless. Damn it, he deserved it, but the conservative part of Jon just couldn't do an anonymous hook-up. Maybe if he was blitzed, it would be different, but on a mild buzz he needed more. 

Jon heard a guy screaming like an idiot and felt champagne spatter against him. Jon kissed her and groped her little tits. "I'll fuck you upside down on the uneven bars, but, we've got to know what names to scream when it gets time for the dismount. I'm..." 

She pushed her lips against his and pushed her tongue down his throat. "It's sexier without names, baby." She leaned down and gave his cock a quick lick. Fingers softly fondled his balls while her other hand played in and out games with his cockhead. "You need to give me this cock. You need to do it soon or I'm going to explode. Baby, I want to fuck you. I want to wrap myself around your body like a snake and climb your pole like a monkey and ... I want to fuck you, but my body is so horny, my pussy is burning and my throat is so empty. It's got to have someone."

The brunette bobbed her head and took another lick; coming back up she kissed his neck and began boring in with steady suction. 

Screw being conservative, Jon thought. If he walked away from this girl, he would be kicking himself for the rest of his life.

"I'm going to give your pussy and your throat all they need, baby." Jon said rubbing her nipples with one hand while his other massaged her ass. "But you've got more needs, don't you? God, your face is so thirsty. It needs my cock, doesn't it? It needs someone to shoot all over it and then be cock slapped all over." Jon tried to bury his hand down the back of her jeans, but they were just too tight. He rushed in for a hard kiss. 

Jon kissed her neck while his hand pinched her hard nipples through her blouse. "Do you want me to fuck you? Do you want me to give you a cum moustache around your pussy lips?"

"After you shoot off all over my face, you can do anything you want as long as you do it hard." Jon pulled his sweat pants up and followed her lead. She backed up toward the door pushing through the crowd, never letting her hands off his prick. "You've got to pound me. You need to ram your cock up my pussy. Will you do that for me, baby? Will you pound your little slut? Will you ram me and then christen my face with your cum?"

The music was so loud, they didn't hear what the people were yelling around them as they made it out onto the landing. Once they were out the door the door, the yelling faded.

"God, I've got to see you naked," Jon said, as the brunette ripped his button-down shirt off and tossed it over the stair railing. 

Jon pulled his t-shirt over his head, crazy with need, ready to fuck this girl in the stairwell. Trying to get it off, his arms and head got tangled in the shirt. Blinded momentarily, he heard an evil giggle. His sweats and boxers were jerked to his knees and then he felt those soft hands seize his balls. Jon yelled as nails dug into his sac, but that cry was nothing compared to his scream when his balls were yanked forward and sideways, like someone trying to twist the stem off an apple. 

The pain was a lightning bolt hitting so hard that he bit down hard in reaction, sinking his teeth into his tongue. "YOUUUU FUCKINGGGG BITCH!" 

He twisted his body away and hunched over trying to protect his poor balls. He screamed and tried to claw his way out of the shirt and the girl kept giggling. As his t-shirt tore around the collar, the girl leaned close. "If you want to fuck me, you're going to have to catch me," she whispered and fled up the stairs. 

Jon ripped loose of the shirt just in time to see a black-sandaled foot disappear around the bend of the stair. His mouth tasted of blood. 

"FUCK YOU, BITCH! The only time you're going to feel this cock is when I slam it up your asshole!" Too angry and horny to think straight, he pulled up his pants and moved forward at the same time, nearly falling over as he staggered, hopped and finally flew up the stairs. 

There was a jangle of keys. "Your pussy's getting away," the girl sang from somewhere above him and to the right. He took the stairs three at a time and reaching the landing sprinted left hoping he had guessed correctly. 

He heard the voice coming from around a bend. "So close, but slipping away. The key's turning. The door's opening ..." 

"NO!" Jon screamed. 

Taking the corner at full speed, he bounced off the railing, stumbled, lost his balance and kept blundering forward. The girl faced away from him, slightly bent over with the paradise of her tight butt staring at him. 

The girl turned and reached for the door. "And now the poor, horny, little, cock ..."

Hurtling out of control, Jon bounced off the door jam, knocked into the girl, skidded face-first on the carpet and tumbled onto his back. He groaned and closed his eyes trying to shut out the pain throbbing through his back and balls. 

The door banged closed and locks snicked into place. 

A sharp weight pushed on his chest. Opening his eyes, Jon saw a black sandal pressing hard against his nipple. He stared up along the barrel of a smooth leg, up, up, to the amused look on the brunette's face. The foot moved from his chest to rest just beside his ear. Gracefully, the girl, moved to the side wiggled out of her tight jeans leaving her with just her sheer black blouse and a pair of white French cut panties pulled up so high and tight they were practically embedded in her ass. The girl stepped back and slowly squatted down straddling his face. Those beautiful white panties crept closer. 

"Ready for your prize?" she asked, her fingers pulling the panties to the side, displaying a small pink pussy framed beautifully by a racing stripe of pubic hair.

Jon wondered about the silver pin that was supposed to be in the girl's clit, but that thought fled as the brunette lowered her butt. Just as her pussy all but touched his face, he grabbed the girl's ass cheeks in both hands and yanked her off balance. 

"Screw the prize. I'm gonna get payback!"

She fell to the floor and he was on top of her, biting her neck and ramming two fingers up her pussy as hard as he could. Shifting quickly his kiss smothered most of the brunette's screams. Seeing the girl's tiny scared pupils staring up at him, Jon put his anger aside.

"You're going to have so many orgasms you're going to go insane. You'll beg me to stop, but I'm just going to go faster. That's going to be my payback."

Despite his words, his finger fucking slowed and when he moved his head to her breasts he merely sucked on the girl's tits through her blouse. The sensation in his cock went from pain to numbness and his cock sagged; he doubted he could do much more than tea bag the girl. 

He gave a last deep thrust into her pussy and then he just had to get closer to those tits. He tore through the blouse then bit down on her small tits and tiny, very erect nipples. 

"Shit!" she yelled, jolting every time he bit her nipples.

Jon rolled them onto their sides, his free hand tweaking the nipple he wasn't biting. Her hands wrapped around his neck and pulled him deeper into her breasts. 

"Harder! Do it harder!" she whispered.

He let his fingers wander down to her butt and just as he bit down he pushed a cum-slick finger up her ass.

"Fuck, yeah. That's it. My tits and my ass!" she yelled, as she wrapped her legs around his midsection

He took his teeth from her bruised nipple. As sexy as this was, trying to fuck her now would be like playing pool with a cue stick made of Nerf foam. "Baby..."

She launched her mouth at his, kissing hard and pulling back and panting and kissing hard again using his ears as a steering wheel. She jammed her tongue down his throat and then sucked his tongue into her mouth and let him do the same. His finger pushed into her ass faster as she humped her pussy against his belly button

The numbness in his cock switched to a deep dull pain, but at the same time his erection firmed. 

The girl pushed his head back to her breasts and gasped into his ear. "Do what you want to me! Shove your cock up my ass! Stick your fist up my pussy. Ram your cock down my throat!" 

He pulled his finger out of her ass and pushed it into her mouth. She spit it out and looked ready to spit, but instead kissed him, sharing a kiss that tasted like shit, but that somehow made the sex hotter.

He heard hammering on the door, but the sound was a world away. They were beyond words now. They were just humping and grunting. He grabbed the hard nub of her clit in one hand and a nipple in the other and twisted hard, kissing her hard and shoving his tongue against hers. He sucked her neck. She pulled his hand from her swollen nipple and stuck three of his fingers in her mouth. He pulled back and dragged his sweat pants and boxers off. Just as quickly she pulled off her panties. 




Love Bruises Ch. 02



She pushed him onto his back and was all over him, jerking him hard, humping his knee, sucking his fingers, dive-bombing his cock and shoving two fingers up his asshole and mauling his prostate. He yanked loose, screaming as he lost a patch of pubic hair to that crazy girl's teeth. She spat the hair on his chest and launched herself at his nipples. He pinched her nose shut, to make sure she didn't chew his nipples off.

The door was shaking harder, but they didn't hear a thing as they screamed as his cock slammed into her pussy. Seizing like an epileptic, screaming bloody murder, the freaky brunette thrust her face at him, biting down on his lips, teeth sinking deep, growling, thrashing, releasing her grip and biting down again. Even as Jon bucked hard and shot his cum deep inside her cunt, he was trying to pry the girl's teeth loose. A couple seconds later, the door burst open and the girl's boyfriend came charging in.

The next day just about every part of his body hurt and his penis and sac were a solid knot of pain. Jon swore off hook-ups after that.

Except he wasn't sure about that. A month of his life was missing.

Six weeks ago, a Humvee smashed into the little Hyundai her mother was driving on her military base in South Korea. Unconscious and in critical condition she was in and out of surgeries for the next 72 hours. When Jon wasn't in class or in practice, all he did was sit in his room waiting for that phone call. Three days later the doctors declared her stable, but were unsure if she would come out of the coma.

Like a top spinning on momentum, Jon kept going to class, to his delivery job, to cross country practice, and to his Wednesday date with Georgia. In between he was bolting down enough scotch for any three frat boys and looking forward to the blackouts. He lost the week nights and the larger parts of the weekend. 

He had a scare during the first week when he woke up on a Sunday morning in the lounge of his dorm, his body one single blue and purple bruise. It took him a couple days to walk without pain and another two before he could lie down without wincing. By the time Friday rolled around he was back to normal, drinking and blacking out.

It didn't change anything when his mother came out of the coma. His life continued out of control. He skipped classes and showed up late for practice; his grades were in free fall and his running went to hell; he avoided his best friend, Peter, and yelled at him when he couldn't avoid him. 

He woke up in the emergency room when his stomach was pumped. Even that wouldn't have been enough to stop him, but for his mother's phone call in what was something of an intervention. He cried without looking down. His coach and half the track team were with him, but, in the end, the room was silent except for the whisper of the phone. The call lasted a half hour with Jon crying silently, cheeks wet, eyes raw, snot flowing over his upper lip, staring through the people standing around him. Finally he laid the phone down.

He slept for sixteen hours straight. 

Slowly, he re-entered his life. He lived in the student tutoring building and his advisor got him extensions on a couple papers. Aside from Karen, every member of the country squads had eaten a meal or spent an evening with him during the last week and a half. Most days, someone on the cross country team showed up to run with him.

Finally, things started feeling normal again.

***

Waiting outside the student center for Peter to show up, Jon was more relaxed than he'd been in a long time. A trio of girls in spandex jogged by and he looked up just enjoying the sight without feeling a pang that they hadn't glanced his way. They weren't serious runners, their form was wrong and there was way too much meat on their bones for that, but he'd begun to appreciate that extra flesh, bobbing up and down in the spandex.

He was a twice a day man, but he'd been incredibly horny lately. Jerking off two, three and occasionally four times during the day wasn't stopping his lust. This whole week he'd been losing concentration in his big lecture classes. One second he was jotting down notes and the next he was staring at a girl with a lush fall of auburn hair pulled into a kicky ponytail. 

The girl was playing with her ear worrying the tiny silver earring between her long fingers and short pink fingernails. He was stroking himself without realizing it until he felt his prick twitching. Luckily, he had an aisle seat and was able to make it out of lecture hall and into the bathroom without much notice. 

The trio of spandexed runners was back passing by him going the other way. His eyes lingered on the girl on the right, a blue-eyed, ash blonde in silver spandex pants that had yellow stripes running up her powerful blocky legs. Her skin was smooth and sweaty and very fair. Though she was running slightly in front, her friends did the talking while she listened and looked around. Her eyes met his and she smiled. As the three jogged off, she dropped behind and her running became high and hippy, her ass swaying in a wonderful exaggerated fashion.

If the blonde had been alone, he would have been tempted to run after her. They could have flirted. He would go back to her dorm room and kiss her by her bed. Her hard nipples poked through her top. She dragged him into the shower, kissing him under the warm spray, dropping to her knees, sucking his balls into his mouth and reaching up and rubbing his stomach in slow circles, a slow warm blowjob that had him groaning watching the beautiful blonde making love to his cock.

Jon was staring off into the distance enjoying his fantasy and thinking about running back to his dorm to take care of himself when someone slipped their hands over his eyes from behind him.

"Guess who?" A feminine voice asked.

He put his hands over the hands. From the voice alone he knew it wasn't Georgia and judging by the medium sized breasts the woman was grinding into his back it couldn't be any of the uniformly small chested girls on the track team.

"Well..."

He felt another set of hands reach around and palm his swelling dick.

"And guess who else?" another female voice said. "Oh, wow, I think somebody misses us."

"Come on, come on, no stalling," the first voice said.

"Um, is it ... George and Earl?" Jon asked.

The hands clasped over his eyes came loose and he was slapped on his ear. The hands over his cock released and he was smacked hard on the butt. 

"You think we sound like a George and an Earl?" the first voice asked, turning him around.

The first girl was a red-haired cupie doll, a bright eyed, smiley girl wearing a sorority sweater that accented her small, very curvy form. The second girl was a cool brunette with doe eyes and a sultry grin, a girl just too cute to be called beautiful. Her hands played in the folds of her skirt, catching his eyes and jerking the skirt up an inch and laughing at him with her eyes.

Jon had never seen either girl before unless they were two of the people who snuck into the back of the lecture hall in his history or psychology class after the professors started speaking. He licked his lips. "Okay, what about Bill and Pete?"

The redhead laughed. "Jon, you're terrible."

"Hello Bunny," the brunette said, giving him a sultry smile and reaching out and capturing Jon's left hand.

"You getting something to eat?" the redhead asked, grabbing his other hand.

Jon looked from one girl to the other. In high-school he would have immediately smelled a rat, but practically no one on campus knew him well and the few who did were friends. Unless this was some sort of sorority initiation stunt. "I was waiting for Peter..."

"Call him and tell him something came up," the redhead said. "After all, he couldn't be as important as we are. Besides we need to make plans for the weekend. We ... " She broke off as she glanced to the side. "Look, the gang's all here."

"Christine, Christine, over here! Look who we found," the redhead yelled at a tall, deeply tanned brunette in a stiff white business blouse and black pants outfit. Christine was elegant and leggy, small breasted and lean with the confident smooth walk of a dancer or an athlete. 

Because Christine was in heels, she couldn't run, but she walked as fast as she could, smiling at Jon, pulling him into a hug and giving him a soft kiss on the cheek as she arrived. 

"Bunny, I thought you disappeared off the face of the earth," Christine said smiling up at him. "It's so good to see that the ground didn't swallow you up. You can tell us all about what's been going on inside," she said grabbing his hand and pulling on him as she glanced over at the other girls. "God, I'm famished. I didn't get any breakfast this morning."

Jon knew there was something he should say or do. This was going to end badly, but that didn't matter at the moment. The girls always seemed to be touching him, Christine and the redhead laying a hand on his arm as they talked, or the cute little brunette bumping her hips against him or playing with his hair, Christine nuzzling his ear as she whispered to him. He found himself nodding a lot, sometimes to multiple questions, the conversation nothing more than an excuse for him to watch their soft lips and enjoy their frequent touches. 

Once they got inside the cafeteria the girls broke off for a set of hellos with some other girls. Thanks to this he found out the redhead's name was Julie and the short flirty brunette was Alley. Just when he thought things couldn't get any weirder, they did. Sitting among the other girls at the table was a cute, innocent looking brunette with bluish-black hair named Terry. Damn it, his balls hurt just looking at her. The crazy brunette he'd hooked up with before noticed him first and appeared as shocked and unsettled as he was.

From that point on until they sat down, Jon was able to keep quiet floating on a conversation about a couple charity events that Christine and Julie seemed to be planning. When they sat down, Julie and Christine sat on either side of him and Alley sat across from him. Terry sat a few feet to Alley's left. Though Terry was leaning toward the other girls, she was paying attention to the four of them.

Even once they sat down, they kept talking about the carwash and the 5k run, taking out only a little time to introduce Jon to the five other women at the table. He and Terry murmured hi to each other. Then it was just a matter of sitting there and wondering what was going on. Jon had finished his salad and was halfway through his meatloaf and mashed potatoes. 

In the time where the girls had gotten caught up in the conversation about the charity events, Jon had convinced himself that this had been a harmless prank. Even though Christine and Julie would occasionally brush their arms against his, even though Alley was always watching him from the corner of his eyes, he knew this had to be some sort of prank. 

The sorority conversation finally wound down. Julie caught his attention by putting her arm on top of his. "So tell us a good reason not to be angry at you for forgetting about us." Julie said it quietly, but both Christine and Alley heard and were clearly waiting for his answer.

Jon's mouth felt dry, even though he knew this was a bad joke, just being this close to three gorgeous women was affecting him. On top of that anytime Terry turned her meal into a long sexual tease, watching him out of the corner of her eye as she fellated her meal.

"Well ..." Jon paused, searching for something to say. "I kinda got swallowed up by midterms. I hadn't put in that much time studying before..." 

"You're not kidding," Christine said.

"Yeah ... " God, he couldn't just have forgotten these women. But they were looking at him so seriously. "Like I said before ... hell, you can ask the people with student tutoring, they're getting sick of looking at me. It was just too much stuff to deal with for a little while."

Julie looked at him seriously. "We stopped by your room a couple of times and you were never there."

"I must have been out. Only an idiot would avoid the three of you." Drunk or not, blacked out memory or not, he wouldn't have had the guts to ask out any of these girls. Even if they weren't too pretty, they were sorority girls and he'd as soon as go out with a sorority girl as a cheerleader. These were the types who'd tortured him during high school.

Julie touched his hand briefly. "We left notes on your door and you never called. Even if you couldn't talk, you could have called and left a message."

Jon shrugged. "If I'd got them, believe me I would have. Somebody could have taken the notes, but ..."

"And your roommate blew us off." Julie laughed angrily. "The little shit told us to get our drunken asses out of there or he was going to toss us out. Like that runt could take any one of us ..."

Jon was distracted by the outline of Julie's breasts, especially the hard nipple bulges pointing at him. As much as her nipple clouded his thoughts, it was Terry's licking a dab of whip cream from the corner of her mouth that was taking most of his attention.  Christine undid the top three buttons on her dress blouse. "He was more like one of those trolls that hide under bridges ..."

"Tom's 6' 3". Crap, you must have been going by that stupid school directory that screwed up my listing. You know I live in Showalter Hall on the third floor, don't you?"

Christine looked at him doubtfully. "We took you home once. We looked you up in the directory and we helped you into the room and you crashed there. I remember the door was closed but not locked."

"Well ... maybe I didn't want three dangerous women following me home." It was scary to think that he had just crashed on the floor of somebody's dorm room. He hoped he hadn't trashed the room. His thoughts were brought to a halt as he felt a foot being rubbed up the inside of his thigh. Alley was leaning back and had an intense look on her face.

Christine tapped him on his shoulder. "Bunny, Showalter's the jock dorm."

"You know I run cross country." He felt a little annoyed at the incomprehension on Julie and Christine's face; still it was hard to get upset when he felt Alley's toes tickling to within an inch of his crotch bulge. Just as distracting, but in a different way, Christine had put her hand over his and was fondly rubbing it. 

"A couple of sororities are having a mixer tomorrow," Julie said. "We weren't going to roll in there until 9:30. Maybe you could drop by the house a little early and we can all go together."

"The four of us?"

Christine had clasped his hands interlocking his fingers between her own. At the same time Alley's toes were now rubbing up against his ball sac. 

"Of course not. Kevin and Shane are coming, but we told them to meet us there."

It was hard to think straight. He didn't even know why he was considering this. Since he'd decided not to work this weekend, Georgia had moved the Wednesday date to tomorrow. Of course, he would probably get farther with any one of these girls. But they probably wanted to go out with plastered Jon -- whoever he was -- and since he wasn't going to drink, he would probably just end up hugging the wall and being uncomfortable. This whole thing was stupid; he cared for Georgia. His thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Terry adjusting her bra strap and pursing her lips at him. 

Christine tapped him on the shoulder. "You're buzzing." She pointed in the direction of his crotch. "Your pocket's buzzing."

"Oh." He pulled out his phone. He listened for a second. 

"Yeah ... " He stood up and waved at a group by the door. "It'll just be a minute." He hung up. The girls were staring at him and as much as he wanted to stay at the table another part of him wanted to get the hell away. He couldn't cheat on Georgia and he couldn't go out drinking and as nervous as he'd be around these girls there was no way he wouldn't drink.

If his grades dipped or his times went to hell, he would lose the partial scholarship. Without that money, he'd have to drop out of school and he couldn't do that to his mom, to his coach or to his team. God, he felt like the stupidest man in the world to walk away from these women, but there was no way he was going to let everyone down. This was the chance of a life time and he was the idiot who was walking away from it.

"That's the cross country team. I've got to meet them." He pulled out a pen and quickly wrote down his phone and room number on Julie's napkin. "Give me a call or stop by the dorm ... we need to talk again."

"You're walking out on us?" Julie asked clearly shocked.

Peter waved him over impatiently.

"Sorry, I've got to go." He leaned down and kissed Julie on the cheek and got up. 

Peter's shook his head and smiled as Jon came over. "Does that have something to do with the blackouts?"

"I guess."

Peter turned his head and glanced back at the girls. "Well, if you're going to screw up your life, that looks like a fun way to do it. So which one is it?"

"I'm not sure, but I get the feeling that I'm going out with her."

***

There has been nothing sexy about delivering pizzas at his old job. Jon was sure that any driver that had a story about sexy divorcees giving them sexual tips was full of crap. In two years the only naked person he'd run into was a fat, hairy, sixty-year-old man who came to the door naked and sporting an erection covered by a neon green condom. 

Delivering pizzas around campus was a little different. One time a couple girls came to their door in their bra and panties to pick up the pizza, but so far that was as good as it got.

Like most wednesday nights it was pretty dead. He'd delivered eight pizzas in three hours and had gotten a grand total of eight bucks in tips. He was knocking on the dorm's back door for two minutes before one of the guys in the tv lounge bothered to get up and open the door. He'd started to watch ESPN while he waited. He looked up as a short thin blonde entered the lounge. 

Karen had cut her hair a little shorter than when they had dated, but aside from that she hadn't changed. The pizza had been a veggie deluxe, again the same. Even the faded green t-shirt and baggy, gray shorts were the same, one of her favorite lounging around outfits. Unless her personality had changed in the last few months, she was wearing a sports bra and plain white panties underneath. 

Karen's face froze as she walked in. If he hadn't been staring at her, she would have run. He had spent too much time around her not to be able to read her face. Instead he walked over to her.

"Medium, veggie deluxe, right?"

She nodded.

He opened the velcro ties on the warming sleeve and pulled out the pizza.

"Eight fifty."

She pulled a ball of dollars out of her shorts. She dug in kept her shorts for a while, but all she came up with was that ball of nine, ratty one dollar bills. If her face hadn't been frozen all ready, she would probably have looked more embarrassed. Her mom had given her a red Porsche as a sweet 16 present and for graduation Karen and a couple of friends had spent most of the summer tooling around Europe.

She managed to hand him the cash without touching him and he handed her the pizza just as carefully. She never met his gaze, never said a word, never changed expression. He still had her phone numbers programmed into his cell phone and still had one of her sweatshirts buried in the back of his closet. 

Once he handed her the pizza, she turned around and walked away. They were just a delivery guy and a customer, two people who might never have even met.

He sat in the car for ten minutes before he could make himself drive away. As bad as it was running into her, the thought that Karen might have seen him sitting paralyzed in the car made him feel worse.




Love Bruises Ch. 02



***

He didn't sleep that night and couldn't appreciate all the beautiful women in spandex on his morning run. In his early classes, he wasn't all there, just taking notes and staring through the teacher. After lunch he went back to the dorm and collapsed, more worn out emotionally than physically. Jon thought that Tom wasn't going out of town this weekend, but judging by the "See You Monday, Tom," he'd been wrong. Dimly, Jon was a little upset that he was going to have to spend a Friday night alone in the dorm, but that thought faded once his head hit the pillow. 

He dreamed of Karen. This was their private sendoff party before she went to Europe with her friends for the summer. Her parents were at a concert and her sisters and brothers had made themselves scarce. The room wasn't cold, but they had been shivering for minutes, staring at each other, the anticipation of the moment making two shy people even shyer.

The first kiss was more anticipation than pleasure, dry lips brushing dry lips. Jon lost himself in her delicate flower and talc smell and the deep brown warmth of her eyes. Wetting his lips, he smiled and Karen seemed to unfreeze a bit. His second kiss was firm and moist, but her mouth stayed cold and clumsy.

Jon pursed his lips savoring Karen's cinnamon mouthwash taste. His third kiss touched the tip of her nose, followed by many more mincing down her cheek, stopping just under her chin. He mouthed the hollow of Karen's neck, watching a slow flush spread from her chin to forehead and even reddening her tiny ears. Her heartbeat thrummed under her skin merging with a little rumble of pleasure.

He didn't see her smile, but he felt it. She grabbed her head and helped guide him back to her lips. She kissed him briefly and licked her lips savoring the taste. She smiled then swooped down, kissing him hard and opening her mouth and allowing his tongue to slip inside. She pushed him back so she could pull off her thin green t-shirt. His breath caught as she rubbed the cups of her satiny sports bra against his cotton sweat shirt. 

She pushed him down on the bed. He was wearing a loose gray set of sweats. Her hands went to his waist; she snuck her head underneath the sweats, French kissing his belly button and laying small sucking wet kisses over his abs and then pounced on his right nipple, suckling like a baby. Her hands were outside his sweats, not grabbing his cock bulge, but pushing it back and forth with her hands like a metronome.

The dream always came to this point, reenacting the past. It ended just before she had pulled back and said they shouldn't go any farther. Sometimes he woke, sometimes another dream started. 

This time Karen pushed his cock back and forth even faster. Finally, Karen's head surfaced from underneath his sweatshirt and she flashed him a nasty grin. She grabbed his sweat pants, slowly pulling them down before pushing his sweat shirt above his nipples. The smile on her face was hungry as she grabbed his hands and held them tightly momentarily. Her hands went to his cock even as she lightly brushed her lips against his. She must have put lotion on her hands because now as her hand grabbed his cock and lightly manipulated it, the feeling was soft and wet. She brought her head down again and lightly brushed them on his cheek. He strained his neck to meet those lips, but was held back. Something dug into his wrists. And as he looked up he saw Karen standing over him now wearing her faded green t-shirt and baggy, gray shorts and with a pizza box in her hands. She turned and walked away, but the pain at his wrists came again.

He woke up. Before he opened his eyes, he felt the pain at his wrist and realized he couldn't move his hands.

As he opened his eyes the sexy V of a pair of black lace panties came into focus. His wrists hurt and his hands felt numb, but his cock was wet and hard.

"So you've finally decided to wake up?" He followed the panties up past a black bra to red hair and cool sea blue eyes looking down on him. The shades in the room were pulled down, but there was still enough light to see the amusement on her face. She pushed the v of her panties to the side, and leaned her sex into his mouth. By instinct, his tongue licked out teasing along her already swollen lips and slipping inside and licking a bit of her tangy juice. 

Julie groaned. "Ahhhhhh gggggod, I've missed this, Bunny."

He felt a tongue tickling along his pee slit, swirling under the crown and licking down the sides. The possessor of that wonderful tongue blew hot air onto his shock. As his cock wobbled in appreciation, hot constriction slid over his cockhead and halfway down his shaft. 

Julie's hands fisted in his hair, riding her pussy into his face. "God! Go for my clit. Go for my clit. I'm ready to go now!"

Jon just flicked the nub twice and Julie let out a scream and pushed down onto Jon even harder. 

"Alley, give him a breather for a second." Julie pulled back and settled herself straddling his chest. Alley sat down on the chair set up right by his head. Even though she had just been sucking his cock, her expression was serious.

Julie pinched his nipple to get his attention. "Okay, that was to get the edge off. Now tell me, Bunny, why have you been blowing us off?"

"Could you untie me first?"

"No," Julie said. "Wild animals have to be kept under control. Now tell me why you've been blowing us off." Julie had started a shimmying motion grinding her silky wet panties into his chest.

Jon strained against the cords tying him to the bedframe. "Damn it, it's like I said."

Julie's shook her finger at him like he was a naughty schoolboy as she continued shimmying against him. "No, no, no, Bunny, you didn't tell us anything."

Jon looked at Alley surprised by the intensity of her stare. 

He looked back at Julie. "Fuck. I'm not like you. I'm on scholarship. If my grades don't improve, I'm going to get kicked out of here. Hell, there isn't much give in my schedule to start with and even with working all the time I'm still playing catch up. It wasn't just you guys that haven't seen me; it's everyone." 

Julie didn't look happy with that answer, and kept staring at him while shimmying her pussy into his chest. 

Alley tugged his ear until he looked at her. "If that's true, why didn't you tell us?"

She was so cute and looked so concerned, how could he tell her that he didn't remember her? If she wasn't so good looking and he didn't know she was in a sorority, he could have dated her. 

"I didn't think we had that kind of relationship," Jon said feeling guilty about saying that.

Alley didn't say anything, but she didn't look happy. 

"Maybe that's fair," Julie said, as she shimmied faster. "But just because we were having fun didn't mean it was just fun. And then when we ran into you at the cafeteria, you acted like you didn't know us."

"You're right, I should have called you ..." 

He looked at Alley. "And if I could have found your numbers, I know I would have called you. I promise," Jon said, with a sincerity that surprised him.

Alley looked at Julie impishly. "Awww... with those big brown eyes, how could we not believe him."

Julie smiled. "Alley, he is a man. What man wouldn't lie?" She shifted herself to the left and looked back. "And his cock is still hard. You think any man can be sincere when he's that excited?" 

"Hmmm..." Alley ran her hand softly through Jon's hair. "Can we fuck him and still not believe him?"

Julie seemed to consider this as she straddled Jon and began shimmying against him again. "I suppose we could."

Jon looked back and forth between the two of them. "Could you untie me now?"

Julie shook her finger no. "I buy your explanation, but with your track record there's no way we're going to let you go until we've gotten back on schedule. Do you realize poor Alley here has only had one orgasm in the past two weeks?" 

Alley nodded emphatically.

"I checked your little planner and you have two free hours before dinner. In that time I expect you to balance the books with us." 

Alley leaned down and kissed him softly, slowly opening her mouth and letting her tongue play. 

He felt Julie shift herself back and sit down just below his cock. "You're going to have to call Christine and figure out how to catch up to her. Now I really wouldn't mind keeping you tied up, but I don't want Alley to miss out on your finger work."

Alley pulled of her shirt and unsnapped her bra and suddenly two soft beautiful b cup breasts caught his attention. He dimly felt Julie lifting herself off him and pulling at something on her wrist, but his eyes devoted themselves to the round breast that Alley was presenting to him, slowly leaning forward until the cold hard nipple poked into his lips. As one hand was freed, he reached over to grab hold of that perfect breast, framing it in his hands as his teeth lightly grabbed hold of the nipple and pulled it out, then licked around the areolae before enjoying her other perfect breast as Alley wrapped her hands around her head and pulled him into his chest until he licked harder.

Once his other hand was free, he felt the bed shift as Julie got back on it. He heard a rip then felt the cool surface of the condom unrolling over his cock. No sooner that he was suited up, he felt the bed shift again as Julie settled herself over his cock and plunged down on top of it. 

He looked at Alley. "Climb up here. It's time to go for a ride."

Alley's pussy hair had been sculpted into the shape of heart framing a pussy with a very large and obviously ready clit. It was hard to concentrate on eating her out because Julie was fucking him hard. Between being too busy and being too depressed after seeing Karen, he hadn't masturbated in almost 36 hours and he had a load that had been ready to come screaming out of him for too long.

"I can't help it ... I'm going to come really soon." He moved his hand to Julie's crotch and frantically frigged her clit. He held Alley over his mouth with his other hand and began fucking her tongue into her as fast as he could. Though she was clearly excited, there was no way he was going to be able to hold out until she came.

"Alley, after I cum, you have to keep on riding."

Alley rode her hips into Jon's face relentlessly. "Ooohhh, go ahead, Bunny, there's nothing I like better than a long, slow licking."

Jon kept bucking slamming his cock up as Julie slid down. Julie squealed. "Ooo ... Screw long and slow, Alley. You've got to try, hard and fast. Oh yeah ..." Julie's face began to flush and her strokes became erratic, she made little squeaking sounds in time to the frigging her clit was getting.

"That's it, Julie. God, now, I'm cumming now," he said as he pushed his cock deep and shot spurt after spurt of cum into his condom. 

***

Alley kept apologizing. Julie did as well, but she couldn't help giggling. It wasn't like they didn't try to massage the strain, but his thigh still felt tight when he made it to the track. He'd made it with a couple minutes to spare, but it was clear that the coach wasn't around so the guys and girls' squads were hanging around chatting and doing a few stretches. Peter was in the middle of the main group, talking loud and gesturing. 

Jon wasn't looking for Karen, but when he turned his head he saw her off on the side talking to some guy. The guy was handsome in a squat ROTC way, buzz cut blonde, square chin, and bulging biceps. He was a lot shorter than Jon, almost exactly Karen's height. 

As they talked, her hand wandered over his, holding it then warmly gliding over it. As close as they were to each other, Jon had no warning when ROTC guy began kissing Karen. His hands moved to her hips and a second later they had wandered to her ass, squeezing hard into the dimples.

He noticed something out of the corner of his eye and looked up from his stretch. It was Lena, a Junior on the squad. And of course, he noticed her. Her skin was a mocha black color and her eyes were muted green. She looked a little severe today, her smooth, full brown hair, pulled back into a French braid. At 5' 11", willowy thin, and with high cheekbones, it wasn't surprising that her face showed up on half the pamphlets promoting the athletic program. Except for the fact that she was determined to be a doctor, Jon bet she could have been a model. 

Lena nodded at his leg. "You look pretty tight. If you're hurt, you could sit out. You don't want to make it any worse." 

He began to stretch again. "It's not that bad. If it was more than a strain, I would."

"Do you want me to help rub it out?" Lena asked.

"It's a groin strain. I don't want to ..."

She laughed and motioned him down. "I'm just gonna help you stretch a muscle out ..." She laughed again. "Not that one either. Hey, you'd do it for me. Besides there's this." She held up her gold banded ring finger. "Also, think of it this way. You can either have a guy running his hands around your crotch, or you can have a girl running her hands around your crotch. Which do you prefer? Especially with what Karen's doing over there."

"Good point." He stretched out his back right, then left, using the motion to see Karen and ROTC still kissing. He willed Karen to look back at him so she would see Lena running her hands over him. It wasn't that Karen would think anything was going on, but just having Karen see one of the most beautiful women on campus touching him intimately would make Jon feel better. His face showed his guilt as he turned back.

Lena smiled at him. "Why do you think I came over?"

He winced as she started to rub. Lena rubbed more gently and earned a relieved smile from Jon. 

"You've got to let it go," Lena said, having gotten his attention. "I know it's tough, but Karen's not going to wake up tomorrow and take you back." Her eyes got a little unfocused as she became caught up in her subject and her rubbing grew stronger. "My mom did that waiting thing for five years after she divorced my dad. Half the time when I came to dinner the table would be set for four people." Her massage became stronger still. "Of course she didn't date and most of her friends were really my dad's friends, so aside from my sister and me, it was just a couple people she knew from work or the church. She just ..."

Jon winced again as she rubbed too hard. "Lena, are you trying to kill me?"

"Sorry." Trying to make sure she wouldn't overdo it again, now she was just pushing skin around rather than massaging. "I guess I'm just used to working on my boyfriend. He's got muscles like iron cables."

Jon smiled weakly. "Not into the weak and scrawny type?" 

"Just because I like them big and beefy doesn't mean that ..." She glanced over to where Karen was still making out with the fire plug shaped ROTC guy. She looked uncomfortable and for a second didn't say anything. "That's the problem with having size 11 feet, when you put your foot in your mouth it stays there."

Jon was silent for a couple seconds and Lena continued her massage moving her hands even more gently. Finally Jon forced a smile. "I don't know why I'm feeling sorry for myself. I've got Georgia and she's got enough muscles and bulk for the two of us," he said picturing the pretty, tall, bulky blonde softball pitcher.

Lena giggled. "You better not let her hear that."

Jon shook his head. "That stuff doesn't bother her, she's got a good sense of humor. I might even tell her that tonight."

Lena's hands hesitated in their massage and her face wrinkled as if she had just smelled something rotten. She looked up and saw that Jon had noticed the look and her face looked even more tortured. "God, Jon, this is probably the worst time in the world for this, but I guess you should know ... Georgia has a boyfriend ..."

Jon put his hands on Lena's to stop the massage, but she pulled his hands off and kept rubbing. She let her eyes concentrate on the massage so she didn't have to look at him. 

"Maybe it's she had a boyfriend ... but I think it's she has a boyfriend. Darrian was put on academic suspension for his grades. He'll be back either next semester or next year depending on scholarship money." Jon looked like he'd been harpooned. "You know all this ...?"

Lena bit her lip, but she knew that once she'd started this she had to finish it. Her strength was her intensity, her tunnel vision. Even if it hurt Jon more, she had to finish this. "My boyfriend was roommates with him freshman year. They've been friends ever since. I'm sorry Jon. Georgia really is a nice girl. She's just been lonely with Darrian gone. And you're so nice, I think she just let herself..."

"Her boyfriend was on the football team?" Jon asked.

"Defensive lineman." She hesitated not wanting to answer the question in Jon's eyes. "He's 6'4" and 275 pounds of muscle. Jon, don't make more of this than it is. It's just coincidence. I'm sure lots of girls would love to go out with you." 

She continued to rub his inner thigh as his gaze returned to Karen and her ROTC guy. Lena looked around the track hoping that the coach had come. She really was trying to help Jon. It was just like with a band-aid, it hurt more if you took it off slowly.

"It's not always that great being in a relationship. No, really. Once you start dating someone seriously, you lose all control." She looked up past Jon's shoulders and lost herself in the clouds, as something she'd been feeling for a while --but hadn't said anything about -- came bubbling to the surface.

"If you're just dating casually and the guy starts taking you to too many keg parties, you just tell him to cool it. He wants me to stay around, so he's going to do it. Once you're a couple, a guy starts clipping his toenails in bed and on your nights in he's always trying to make you watch one of his porn DVDs and when you do that and just as you're getting into it he starts whispering in your ear when a lesbian scene starts." Lena's expression grew darker and her hands shifted up on his thighs.

"He takes cell phone calls in the middle of a date. He brings his laundry over and expects you do it? He starts eyeballing other girls and when you call him on it he's all 'Hey baby.' Suddenly, he tells you he doesn't like your best friend and that's she's hanging around too much. He starts talking about how uncomfortable condoms are." Her hands shifted again and now they were rubbing against his shaft rubbing too hard, but for all that, still making Jon's cock thicken. "He starts jamming your head down his cock when you're sucking him and starts talking about making a sex tape. Even when you say no, it just so happens that his videocam is always laying out on the counter in his apartment. When you're giving him head, he starts saying, 'Baby, you look so beautiful doing that' and lets it drop that his old girlfriend loved to deepthroat him." 

Jon moaned softly, but Lena didn't seem to notice. Her touch was anything but gentle and her eyes sparked with anger, but even furious looking it was so easy to cum looking at her beautiful face. 

"He walks back from practice, funky as shit and not only does he start humping his stank against your face he starts telling you to lick his asshole. And what is he doing for you? He doesn't even know where your clit is anymore. And when does he ever come back from a party anything but stinking drunk and having no more control than to thrust himself inside you for a minute before he shoots? That's a relationship? That's something you want?"

As she finished her hands stilled. It took half a second for her to notice where her hands were. She was so furious she wanted to rip it off. for just a moment her hands grabbed hard. Jon's grimace of pain snapped her out of it and she quickly pulled her hands back. 

"Jon, God, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"

Jon smiled. "Yeah, of course. It's fine. It's not your fault ... I should have stopped you, but it felt too good and ... " He stopped as Lena glanced at the bulge.