5 comments/ 47604 views/ 18 favorites Devil May Come By: lgreenwood The fire. That’s what started it all. Jess studied the house intently from across the street. This was her first visit since last October, that awful month that changed her life. From her vantage point she could see the garage in back and the boxes stacked in front of the windows of the apartment above. She'd wanted to see the place one last time before tomorrow to refresh her memory. Wind from the river valley below blew up the street, pushing her hair in front of her eyes. She continued watching the house as she hooked the errant hair behind her ear with her finger, wary for any movement. There was none, of course, as the house had been empty the past six months. She turned and walked slowly up the street, as if carrying a heavy weight. --------------------------------------- The fire. It started on the couch on the front porch, sweeping through the old house on Ann Street, quickly overwhelming the elderly landlords living on the first floor. That night was hot and humid as early September nights are prone to be, and Jess was in her room upstairs, lying in bed listening to her MP3 player when a rock crashed through her window. Startled, she ripped the buds from her ears and heard the chilling words, "Fire! Fire!" She quickly pulled on some clothes and ran to Lin's room, frantically pounding on the door, the hallway filling with smoke, choking her. Finally the door opened and Jess rushed in, slamming it behind her. Lin, bleary eyed from sleep, quickly dressed while Jess forced the window open and kicked out the screen so they could escape onto the rear porch roof. Lin ran down the wooden fire escape while Jess rushed up to the attic apartment, forcing her way in through Karen's open window and pulling Karen's naked body from the bed, yelling for her to get out. Karen grabbed some clothes and they fled down the rickety fire escape, the heat and smoke from the fire driving them to edge of panic. Lin called 911 on her cell while Jess and Karen tried the back door to rouse the landlords, only to be driven back by the flames. The three girls huddled on the sidewalk across the street and watched helplessly as the firefighters struggled to bring the blaze under control but it in the end it was a total loss. The semester was just two weeks old and they were homeless. The local Red Cross chapter found them temporary lodging at the University Inn on the northwest corner of campus, and they spent the next two weeks apartment hunting. The only places left, however, were those too rundown to live in, even by students’ standards. Their Red Cross case worker had warned them not to be too picky as they only had a week of charity left when the call came: a local woman had read about their plight the paper and offered them rooms at her house. A meeting was quickly arranged. “Wow," said Karen, her mouth hanging open slightly. Lin grunted in agreement and Jess was at a loss for words. The house stood at the end of Division Street before the road turned and crossed over the river, a couple of blocks north of where the student rental properties stopped. It was a large, red brick, three story house, built in the 1800’s and sat on a small hill overlooking the river valley. The driveway wound past the front of the house and turned around the side to the large garage at the back of the lot. The girls stood in the driveway admiring the well kept house as the owner, who had introduced herself on the phone as Cecelia, watched them from the porch, her hands clasped in front of her. She appeared to be in her early 60’s, grey streaking her pulled back black hair. The girls climbed the steps to the porch to make their introductions. "Hi, I'm Jessica, but I prefer Jess," said Jess holding out her hand. "I'm Karen." "Melinda, but I go by Lin." "You can call me Aunt Cecie, everybody does!" said the older woman, taking each hand in turn, her smile showing slightly stained teeth. Jess thought the smile was a little strained and didn't touch Aunt Cecie's eyes. "Let me show you around," the old woman offered, walking in through the open double front doors. Jess and Karen followed closely behind, but Lin straggled a bit, taking in the details of the stained woodwork on the porch. Through the doors she swore she heard a soft chuckle, but dismissed it as a trick of the wind which had picked up, chasing dried leaves in little circles on the porch. Lin felt a chill up her spine and pulled her sweater tightly around her and went inside, closing the doors. To the left of the entry way was the parlor and to the right was the living room. Jess didn't know how a parlor and living room differed, but felt it impolite to ask. Opposite the front doors was the wide staircase leading up to the left to a landing with a large circular stained glass window a half flight up before the stairs doubled back to the second floor. Wide, dark-stained trim encased all of the doorways, including the wide opening into the living room. A thick, antique Persian rug covered the dark wood floor, with two couches facing each other and a square glass and wood coffee table between them. A large brick fireplace sat along one wall, flanked by built-in wooden bookcases stuffed with books. The front wall was curved in a graceful arc, accommodating a sitting area next to the windows. There didn't appear to be a speck of dust in the place. The living room led onto a formal dining room, and it, too, had a curved exterior wall. A glass chandelier hung over the long wooden table set with twelve chairs. To the left of the dining room was a half-bath and beyond a music room with a baby grand piano in the center. Each room was anchored by a large Oriental rug in the center, and the color of the walls and the furniture perfectly complimented the rugs. Through the dining room was a large eat-in kitchen with a back staircase leading up, the cellar stairs beneath them. Aunt Cecie led them back out and up the front staircase, pointing out the hand carved banister as they climbed to the second floor. They were shown three large bedrooms, each furnished with four-poster beds and tastefully appointed, and a large bathroom for them to share as well as a large study. Cecie briefly showed them the master bedroom and bath before asking if they had any questions. "What's on the third floor?" asked Karen. "More rooms. It's a fully finished attic but I use it for storage nowadays," said Aunt Cecie. "What's over the garage?" asked Lin looking out a rear window. "Oh, more storage. It used to be a servant's apartment back in the old days but it hasn't been lived in for quite some time, decades, I suppose." Indeed, cardboard boxes could be seen stacked in front of the windows. "I'm sorry," said Jess, "but there's no way I can afford a room here. This is way beyond my means." Aunt Cecie made a shooing motion with her hands. "Nonsense. I'm only asking that you cover the utilities and help keep the place up, which means helping with the housekeeping. It's a big house but with the four us I believe we should be able to manage quite nicely." The girls readily agreed. "Now, there are a couple of other items which you'll have to agree to." Collectively, the girls held their breath waiting for her to go on. "One, you'll have to share the house with George, my cat. I hope you're all cat lovers and aren't allergic." All three relaxed immediately, professing their love of felines. "Two, this is my house which means you'll live by my rules. You must tell me in advance if you're going to have a guest, and no boys upstairs. You can visit with them in one of the sitting rooms on the first floor." Karen grimaced behind the old woman's back. "Three, no loud music, no loud conversations in the living room - I've been living on my own for some time now and I'm used to my peace and quiet. And four, no hard liquor. An occasional glass of wine in the evening or with dinner is fine, but liquor is the devil's tool! I hope you can abide by these simple rules." All three promised to do their very best and keep the place as immaculate as the old woman did. "Excellent. I'll leave it up to you to pick out your rooms." Aunt Cecie turned abruptly and walked downstairs. "Can you believe this place?" gushed Lin. "It's too good to be true!" "Yeah," said Jess sarcastically, nodding slowly. "Somehow, that worries me." "I know what you mean," empathized Karen, putting an arm around Jess's shoulders. In a low voice she added, "Maybe Aunt Cecie is just lonely, or it could be," she paused for effect, looked around and lowered her voice even more, "she's one of those psycho grannies who take in borders only to chop them to bits after poisoning them!" All three laughed and Karen and Lin called dibs on the rooms they wanted, leaving Jess the room next to the front staircase. Karen's was next to hers and Lin's was on the other side of Karen's around the corner. In the music room, Aunt Cecie sat on a divan petting a rather large orange cat, listening to the distant giggles of the young women upstairs. Jess was the tall one with dark hair and deep green eyes, extremely beautiful with her long legs and ample chest. Melinda's a little shorter with curly brown hair, large breasts and shapely hips, and Karen was the short one, blond haired and blue eyed with a hint of mischief about her. Aunt Cecie thought Karen might be a problem and wondered if she was making a mistake. "I don't know, George. I don't think this is a good idea," she said softly, rubbing his ears. George purred non-committally. Aunt Cecie shook her head, looked up and addressed the house: "Well, do you think you'll be able to behave yourself?" One muffled thud was the answer. "Which one do you like?" she asked. The reply from the house was very faint, more of a sigh than a whisper: "Jess." --------------------------------------- By the time the girls returned from the hotel with their meager possessions in hand, Aunt Cecie had made up a list of chores for each to do on a weekly rotation. The girls quickly found out how much work was involved in keeping the house clean. And they discovered Aunt Cecie had a much higher standard of what clean meant then what they were used to. But considering they were living rent-free, none of them complained out loud and used what would have been rent money to replace books and clothing lost in the fire. They settled into the new routine and for the most part became quite comfortable in the first two weeks of October. Jess found the house, though, to be disquieting at times. On several occasions when she was alone, either in her room or in the second floor study, she felt the sensation that someone or something was watching her. She told herself it was simply a reaction to being in a new place. The faint noises she heard when the house was quiet was caused by the old place settling, that's all. She told herself these things but, yet, she didn't quite believe them. George didn't help her anxiety, either. Often he would curl up nearby as she studied but on the occasions when she felt she was being watched, George wouldn't stay in the room. Instead, he'd meow loudly, pacing as he watched the ceiling intently, or his tail would twitch from side to side as he stared at a corner. Eventually, he'd stalk out leaving Jess alone and feeling even more spooked. Jess tried several times to bring this up to the other girls but each time she held her tongue, afraid of the inevitable teasing but also afraid the house would hear her and somehow be offended. She began spending more time at the library, something she didn't ordinarily like to do. One night, Jess was at the graduate library in the stacks wing, the modern part of the library that looked out of place with the more classical university buildings surrounding it, and she had the good fortune of snagging a private cubicle to study in. The cubicles were small, roughly 5 feet by 5 feet, with a small desk, 8 foot high walls and a door that closed. Economics and Psychology mid-terms were looming later in the week so Jess reviewed her Econ problem sets and thumbed through a semester's worth of Psych reading. By the time she got to Philosophy though, her mind was wandering and she pushed it away. She reached into her backpack and pulled out the one personal item she managed to save from the fire. It was a hand-written letter that had been unfolded and refolded many times. Jess carefully opened it and removed the photo it contained, one of her with her arm around a tall, beautiful blond girl named Erika, her freshman year roommate. Jess didn't read the letter this time as she had it committed to memory. By some good fortune, the letter and photo were in the hip pocket of the jeans she threw on the night of the fire. Seeing Erika's face reminded Jess of much happier times, but it also reminded her of the hole in her life she feared may never be filled. She and Erika spent many a sweaty night rolling on a dorm bed, their heads buried between each other’s legs. Erika taught her a lot about making love, how to listen closely to the other person’s reactions to give them what they want (even if they didn't know themselves), and how to tease until the partner is ready to burst. She was a patient teacher and Jess was a dutiful student, and Jess soon fell in love with her. One night Jess came home from the library and opened the door to their dorm room to find some guy furiously fucking Erika. Shocked and embarrassed, Jess pulled the door shut quickly and sat in the lounge down the hall, her embarrassment turning to seething jealously until Erika came in a half hour later. “Jess,” she said softly, kneeling beside the chair, “he’s gone. Come back to the room. We need to talk.” Jess followed, and as soon as the door was shut, Erika came towards her, her arms out, imploring forgiveness but Jess pushed her away. Erika followed her around the room, apologizing profusely until Jess was cornered. Jess sobbed as she held Erika at arms length, but Erika easily pushed her hands away and hugged her tightly, whispering ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again in her ear, their tears mingling. Unwilling to fight her off, Jess hugged her back. Erika kissed her face all over, still apologizing until Jess kissed her back, urgent and expectant. Erika's hands tugged at her shirt, freeing it from Jess's jeans and Jess leaned back against the wall, giving herself completely over to Erika, letting her do as she pleased. In moments her shirt and bra were pushed up and Erika's lips were kissing and sucking her breasts. Jess cradled the head at her chest, her breathing ragged. Hands unsnapped her jeans, tugging at her zipper. Erika knelt in front of Jess, pushing her pants and panties down to her ankles, her mouth finding her pussy, her tongue flicking rapidly across her clit, making Jess come over and over again. Afterwards, they lay on the bed and talked for a long time and came to an agreement: they were free to sleep with any guy they wanted but not with any other women. Although she wanted Erika all to herself, Jess reluctantly agreed to the arrangement, knowing she couldn't satisfy the other half of Erika's sexual appetite. They worked out a system of text messaging to notify the other if a man was being brought back to the room. Jess didn't have much opportunity to send any such messages until she met a guy one night at a local bar notorious for not carding the younger crowd. Jess was there with some friends listening to a half way decent local band when a good looking guy offered to buy her a drink. Jess turned down the drink but took him up on his offer to dance. There must have been something about his sexual chemistry because after only two dances Jess felt horny and wanted to jump him. An hour later, they were walking across campus to her dorm and Jess was texting Erika, giving her the heads up. They found the room empty and soon the floor was littered with clothing as they eagerly stripped. It had been more than five months since Jess had been with a guy and she was eager to feel a cock inside her again. After a brief amount of foreplay, he was on top of her, the tip his rod pressing at her wet slit, pushing into her. Jess had almost forgotten how good it felt when a guy first slides in. Her fingers dug into his back as his hips pistoned up and down, driving into her. As he fucked her, she watched his face and realized she couldn't remember his name and doubted he knew her name, either. After a commendable length of time, he groaned and became still, his breath hot and moist on her neck. He dismounted and looked at the clock, acting surprised at how late it was. "Wow, I'm really sorry but I have an eight o'clock class tomorrow," he said, quickly gathering his clothes. Jess lay naked on her bed, watching him dress. He came over and gave her a halfway decent kiss on the lips. "Thanks, Jackie, I had a good time. I'll call you, I promise." Jess imagined a little smoke outline of him lingering for a few seconds after he left, and doubted he would call her since she hadn't given him her number. She looked up at the ceiling and gave a short laugh as she thought about what just happened. She was a little annoyed he hadn't offered to wear a condom and didn't apologize for not having one, but since she was on the pill and horny, it didn't actually matter to her. "Wham, bam, thank you, ma'am!" she said to the ceiling. "I second that!" said Erika, emerging from the closet. Jess sat up in surprise as Erika sat on the bed next to her and Jess saw her clothes were unbuttoned. Erika's fingers smelled musky as she caressed Jess's face. Stripping off her own clothes, Erika gently forced Jess down onto the bed. Erika moved down her body, her lips and tongue teasing Jess, making her wetter than she ever had before. Lower down she moved, Erika's tongue parting her pussy lips, eagerly lapping up the guy's seed, until Jess's whole body shook with a thunderous orgasm. After she caught her breath, Jess rolled Erika onto her back and repaid her in kind. Never before had Erika tasted so sweet or been so wet as that night. From that night on their sexual play included men. Several times Jess watched and masturbated silently, hidden in the closet as some guy plowed into Erika until Erika kicked the guy out. Then Jess would emerge and dive headfirst between her legs, surprised at how much she enjoyed lapping up a guy's cum from Erika's pussy. Once, when Jess had a guy in their room, she was on top facing away from him, her eyes locked on Erika's peering through the crack of the open closet door, Jess's body glistening with sweat as she fucked furiously to multiple orgasms - it was the first and only time she'd enjoyed vaginal orgasms. Jess looked up from the picture and out the small window of her cubicle and heaved a heavy sigh. She studied the dark night and knew those days with Erika were gone forever. The last couple of letters made it clear that Erika had found someone. Male or female, Jess couldn't tell, but reading between the lines it was plain Erika had moved on. Maybe it was time for Jess to move on, too. She carefully folded the letter with the picture inside and placed it a zippered pocket on her backpack. She gathered her books, stood and stretched, put on her coat and left. The night air was unusually mild for an October night and at this late hour few people were out. Jess walked at a crisp pace, crossing the edge of campus and passing into the residential neighborhood where the house sat. Here, no one was on the sidewalks and the lighting was poor as thick trees, now partly denuded of leaves, still conspired to block out the weak light of the occasional streetlamp. An odd gust of wind would send dried leaves skittering across the pavement, their scratching filling the air. Several blocks from home Jess got the uneasy feeling someone was following her. At the next corner she turned to steal a quick look back but saw no one, although there were plenty of deep shadows for someone to hide in. She quickened her pace and crossed in the middle of the street, her ears strained for the telltale sound of following footsteps. There were none but her fears would not subside. She turned the next corner quickly and ducked behind a tall hedge and waited. Cautiously, hidden in shadows, she peered over the top and watched the street. Devil May Come For a minute, nothing, but then there was movement and a slight sound in the darkness. A low, hunched over form ran into the street on all fours. Jess relaxed when she saw the fat raccoon and watched it cross the street and squeeze through a storm drain grate. As Jess stood up, she froze when a chilling sound reached her ears: from nearby came the distinct sound of someone chuckling softly. Her heart pounding, she wheeled and ran the remaining three blocks home, cutting through the small church cemetery behind the house. Normally, she skirted it out of respect for the dead but on this night such manners fled her. Like a champion hurdler, she vaulted over low fence, sprinted past the garage and up the back steps of the house, her keys in hands. She quickly unlocked the door and opened it slightly, but then stopped to look back. She waited several minutes, but all she saw was an empty cemetery and a deserted street beyond. Her heart rate returning to normal, Jess went inside and locked the door. Upstairs, she got ready for bed and on the trip back from the bathroom she paused in front of Karen's open door. Karen sat cross-legged on the bed, wearing a t-shirt that barely covered her upper thighs and showed a flash of panties underneath. Next to her George lay on his back and Karen absently rubbed his stomach as she read from a textbook. Jess watched her for a minute admiring the view. Karen looked up and saw the odd look on Jess's face. "Hey, Jess, something wrong?" Embarrassed at being caught looking, Jess covered up by saying, "I'm just a little spooked. I thought someone was following me home." Karen's eyes widened in surprise and invited her in. Jess sat on the bed with George between them, purring away, and told Karen what happened, except she omitted the part about hearing the soft chuckle, rationalizing it as her mind playing tricks. Karen listened attentively, her eyes wide. "I know what you mean," she said, looking carefully at the walls and ceiling before going on in hushed tones. "Sometimes I'm a little creeped out in this house, as if someone's there or more like..." "The house is watching and listening?" Jess finished for her. "Exactly! But, not all the time, just sometimes. I feel better when I'm in the living room or dining room, or if George is hanging around." Jess agreed, giving George a rough, playful scratch behind his ears. George stood up, stretched all four legs, jumped down and sauntered out of the room. Karen and Jess talked for a few minutes more until Aunt Cecie's voice interrupted them. "Jess! Did you clean out George's litter box this evening?" "Shit! I forgot," Jess said under her breath. Karen stifled a giggle with her hand. "I think George ratted you out." "What's she still doing up?" Jess hissed. Shaking her head, Karen said, "I forgot to tell you. She's all in a tizzy tonight, has to go to Grand Rapids tomorrow and take care of her sister who's having hip surgery. I think she's afraid we'll let the place get dusty while she's gone, or worse, have boys over." She giggled into her hand again. Jess went downstairs and apologized about the litter box, but Aunt Cecie wasn't satisfied with her 'studying late' excuse. Jess listened attentively as Aunt Cecie told her about her sister's unfortunate circumstances and how she would be gone the next two weeks, lecturing Jess on the importance of keeping up with the daily chores and strict adherence to the house rules during her absence. Once Aunt Cecie was satisfied Jess was fully briefed, she retired for the night. Jess proceeded to the basement where George sat next to the litter box expectantly, watching her scoop the waste into a plastic bag. The moment she finished, he walked stately into the box and did his business in front of her. Jess waited patiently for him to finish and scooped that out, too. On her way to the steps she spotted an old wooden baseball bat on a high shelf. Deciding she'd be safer with the bat, she took it with her as she walked out the back door to the garbage cans neatly lined up against the garage. She listened and watched carefully but there was no sign of anyone lurking about. Inside, she washed her hands and checked all the deadbolts before going up to her room. The bat she stowed under her bed within easy reach. --------------------------------------- Two nights later, on Wednesday, Karen and Lin cleaned up after dinner while Jess went to her room to study for the next day's mid-terms. By eleven she felt burned out and went downstairs to join the other girls. She found them with an open bottle of wine and sitting on the floor around the coffee table, talking and listening to music. George was curled up on the hearth rug, napping contentedly. Jess sat down next to Karen. “All done, Jess?” asked Karen. “Want some wine?” “I don't think there's any more to learn, so yes to the wine,” said Jess, taking the glass offered her. "My term paper isn't due until Monday so I can write it this weekend." She took a sip and made a face. "Wine is okay but what I really want is a Cosmopolitan!" "For shame!" Karen mockingly scolded, "Liquor is the devil's tool! What would Aunt Cecie think? Besides, it's the only alcohol in the place." "Well, tomorrow night I'm going in search of the devil's tool. Want to go clubbing?" The other two enthusiastically agreed. They talked about their classes and the Halloween party coming up that weekend, comparing costumes. Inevitably, the conversation turned to boys and they compared war stories with Jess contributing little. "Just out of curiosity, how many guys have you been with, if you don't mind my asking?" Jess asked. Lin blushed as she counted in her head. "Nine. You?" "Four," Jess said. "Oh my God! I'm a slut compared to you!" Lin exclaimed. She turned to Karen. "Your turn. Fess up." Karen grinned. "I know this is going to sound horrible but I want you to know they were all special to me in some way." She paused before going on. "Seventeen. No, eighteen." Shock laughter filled the room. "If I'm a slut than you're a whore!" Lin choked out between laughs. "I am not a whore!" Karen shot back defensively. "I never charged for it!" Her tone softened. "I'm more of a nympho, I like sex - a lot. There's nothing wrong with that." Jess and Lin agreed, settling down. There was a lull in the conversation. “What do you think of oral sex? I mean, do you like doing it and do you like it when a guy comes in your mouth, and, if so, do you swallow?” Jess and Lin looked at Karen, stunned momentarily by the frankness of her question, before bursting out in laughter. Karen joined in. “Well,” said Jess, “personally, I not a big fan of a guy coming in my mouth, especially if he doesn’t warn me, or worse, if he grabs the back of my head and forces it down just as he comes.” Karen nodded. “Yeah, I know what you mean. A guy did that to me once and his cum shot out my nose! Why do they do that? Do they think we’re going to run away? How about you, Lin?” “I love it,” she said simply. “I like everything about it, as long as the guy has good hygiene, that is. I love the smell, the taste, and I love the feeling of power I have over a guy when I’m giving head. Men worship me because of my technique.” Jess and Karen looked at each other, eyebrows raised. “Technique?” Jess asked. Lin opened in her mouth in a big ‘O’, her tongue undulating front to back. The other two shrieked in amazement and fell into each other laughing. Karen asked to see it again and fresh laughter filled the room. They asked Lin how she did that and Lin explained as best she could. Karen and Jess faced each other, their mouths open, their tongues trying to mimic Lin’s. “I give up,” moaned Jess. “Karen, you’re pretty close. I just can’t figure out how to make my tongue do that.” "How many blowjobs have you given?" Karen asked Lin. Lin shook her head, giggling. "A lot, more than I can remember I suppose." It was Jess and Karen's turn to laugh. “Okay, Karen,” Lin said seriously. “Do you have any hidden talents of a sexual nature?” “Actually, yes,” she said standing up. Karen lifted her shirt, exposing her mid-drift. From her vantage point, Jess could see up her shirt to the undersides of her breasts as she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her heart skipped a beat. Karen concentrated and asked them to place their hands on her stomach, just below the waist of her low riding jeans. They complied and Karen concentrated harder. “Do you feel anything?” Jess asked Lin, who shook her head. “Ok then,” said Karen, unzipping her jeans and pushing them down to her knees. Jess admired her white, French-cut bikini panties and wondered how they would feel. Karen had them feel lower, just above her panties, but again, they couldn’t feel anything. Karen grabbed Jess’s hand and moved it lower so that Jess could feel the down of Karen’s pubic hair through her panties. Her heart thudded in her chest as she touched the upper part of Karen’s pussy. Lin moved her hand down also, and now they felt muscles moving deep inside Karen. “Oh, my God! How did you learn that?” gasped Lin. “I’m not sure, maybe it’s from twelve years of gymnastics,” she said. “I love to have a guy lay on his back and I’ll straddle him, telling him not to move. Then I milk his cock with my pussy – most guys come in only a few minutes.” “That’s incredible,” said Jess, awed. “Did you learn anything else from gymnastics?” Karen grinned at them and stepped out of her jeans. She lay on the rug and pulled first one, then the other leg up, until both feet were behind her head. Lin burst out in a shriek of laughter while Jess stared open mouthed at the beautiful sight before her. “Can you contract your pussy in that position?” she asked hoarsely. “I don’t know,” was the answer, and Karen’s face screwed up in concentration. “Feel it now,” she said at last. Jess’s hand trembled slightly as she reached out; the contours of Karen’s pussy lips were clearly visible through the stretched white fabric. She placed her hand on Karen's mound and felt for movement. She didn’t feel anything except hot wetness spreading through her own crotch. Karen sat back up, shrugging. “I didn’t think I could, I’m too stretched out in that position. Ok, Jess, your turn: what sexual talent do you have?” Jess’s face turned slightly pale. "It's not a talent, it's a secret, something I've been wanting to tell you for some time." She looked at Karen and Lin's faces, her own expression serious. Lin leaned forward. "Go on, you can tell us," she prodded in a gentle voice. Jess swallowed, cleared her throat, and took a deep breath. " I'm bisexual." She closely watched the other girls' reactions. Karen looked from Jess to Lin and back to Jess. "And?" "And, nothing. That's it." Karen shrugged. "Okay, that's cool with me." Lin looked concerned. "Are we the first you've come out to?" Jess nodded and Lin went on. "When did you know?" "I don't know, thirteen or fourteen, I guess. By the time I started high school I knew for sure." "That must have been so hard for you," Linn said, taking Jess's hand in hers. Karen looked confused. "Wait, I don't get it. What's the big deal?" Lin answered for Jess. "She grew up in Fennville, a small town in western Michigan." Karen still didn't understand. "Western Michigan is highly conservative, very religious, and very intolerant of 'alternative lifestyles', especially in small towns. Well, except for Saugatuck." This made Jess smile. "And her high school was extremely small, with, what, 60 or so students per class?" Jess nodded again and turned to Karen. "Growing up, everyone in town went to church where it was regularly preached that homosexuality is an abomination, a sin against nature. I mean, I started hearing that at age 7 in Sunday School, so when I hit puberty and my desires started to include girls, I felt like a freak, that there was something terribly wrong with me. I hated myself and kept it secret all those years. Fortunately, I'm into guys, too, so it was easy to keep it hidden. I don't know how I would have coped if I was a lesbian." "Wow, that must have been rough," Karen said seriously, but then she brightened a little. "You must have had some sexual awakening when you started college." Jess gave a sly smile and her cheeks reddened. "You did?" cried Lin. "Who with? No, wait- let me guess!" She thought for a moment and the answer came to her. "Oh, my God! It was Erika, wasn't it?" Jess's smile grew and Lin laughed. Karen was in the dark. "Who's Erika?" Lin turned to her. "Erika was Jess's roommate our first year. I believe she was a year ahead of us, right Jess?" Jess nodded. "God, she was tall, blond, a perfect ass and large breasts, absolutely gorgeous. I hated her," she joked. Lin turned back to Jess. "So, tell us, how did you two hook up?" Jess felt her ears burning and said, “Well, we got to be close, I mean, you know, good friends and all, and one night she tells me she’s bisexual. Then she asked if I was bisexual, and since I was still in my self-denial phase I told her I didn’t think so and she leaned in and kissed me. It caught me off guard and I pulled back involuntarily. But when it sunk in what had just happened, I pulled her face to mine and kissed her back. We started off tender at first, but soon it was a full out, tongues plunging, hands groping, make-out session.” “Wow,” said Karen. “Did she go down on you?” Jess blushed even more, and the other girls squealed with laughter. “How was it?” Karen pressed, her face eager. “Best oral I ever had,” sighed Jess. “Did you go down on her?” Lin pried. Jess smiled and looked down at her wine glass, sending the other two into fits of laughter. They begged for details, but Jess remained silent, having never told another person about her first year. “I had no idea you were bisexual, I’ve only seen you with guys. Tell me: what do you like about girls?” asked Karen. “I love the way they smell, the way they taste, the way they sound when they’re aroused, and I love the soft contours of the female form.” “You know, freshman year a few girls on our hall whispered you two were queer for each other,” Lin admitted, "but I thought it was just girls being catty. I had no idea." "Yeah, we kept it confined to our room. I mean, we never went out on a date or anything." "So, where's Erika now?" asked Karen. “After my first year, she went abroad to study in Germany,” said Jess sadly “and she decided to stay and eventually met someone. Since she left I went back to guys - I don't know, I thought it would help me get over her." Karen studied her for a moment. “So you haven’t been attracted to any girl since?” Jess laughed. “Oh, no! There are plenty of girls who turn me on, I’m just a little gun shy." She quickly changed the subject. "My turn for a question: who’s given you the best oral? And if you don’t have a clear cut winner, who was your best fuck?” “Ok, ok, that's easy,” volunteered Karen. “I hooked up with this guy last spring, Tim, who has an average-sized penis, but it has this upward curve to it. And let me tell you, he could hit my g-spot every time. He’s the only one who has ever given me a vaginal orgasm. As for oral sex, no one really stands out. What about you, Lin.” “Johnny,” Lin sighed. “His tongue was pure magic, which is a good thing, because he couldn't last very long when he was screwing me. Jess?” “The best oral I’ve ever had was Erika, but if I had to choose a guy it would have to be Brent, a guy who lived above me last year. He was pretty decent." She looked at Lin. "You and Johnny went out for a while.” “Yeah, I remember you telling me you two had something special,” said Karen. “Why did you break up?” “Because our whole sex life was pretty much oral sex - I'm a growing girl; I need variety.” Lin’s remark sent all three of them into gales of laughter, waking George. He sat up and stretched, annoyed his nap was disturbed and strolled out of the living room. At the bottom of the front stairs, he stopped, looking up at the darkened landing above. He laid his ears back and gave a low growl, and turned toward the kitchen to use the back stairs. The girls were too engrossed in their giggling to notice his odd behavior. --------------------------------------- Jess skimmed her notes while lying in bed, but couldn’t maintain her concentration. Every time she started a sentence, she kept thinking of Karen lying on her back with her feet behind her head. Giving up, she tossed her notes on the nightstand and turned out the light. She’d been attracted to Karen from the first day they met in Lit class last year. Karen was short, about 5’2”, 105 lbs., with short blond hair and pale blue eyes, a nice firm ass (thank you, gymnastics) and although her breasts were small, they were very perky, and Jess kept a running tally in her mind of the number of times Karen didn’t wear a bra. Closing her eyes, she could still see Karen laying there, her lithe body contorted, her pussy straining against the cottony fabric. God, how she wanted to stroke her, probe her wet sex and finger her clit. She imagined Karen in that position without her panties, her pussy lips spread wide, inviting. Jess would tease her outer folds with a light touch, coaxing her open, slowly working her way into her folds until her finger was buried deep inside, her thumb circling her clit. She could practically hear Karen’s moans of pleasure as her fingers brought on the first orgasm. Jess would then lean in and taste her sweet juices, running her tongue the entire length of her slit, exploring every inch. And when she had Karen all worked up, she’d flick her tongue rapidly across clit and make her scream with release. But another fantasy intruded on the first: a man, a stranger, cupping Jess's face to his, her hands on his strong arms, his tongue seeking and finding hers, laying her down as they kissed. Jess longed to see his hard cock, to take it in her hands and, yes, even her mouth. I blame Karen, she thought, her hand rubbing her pussy through her panties, with all of her sex talk. Jesus! I need to get laid! Male or female, it doesn't matter! Jess slid her hand inside her panties, wetting her fingers with her own juices and rubbing them furiously across her clit, her left hand pinching her nipples until she came, her entire body clenching before slowly relaxing. She licked her fingers clean, savoring the musky scent, dreaming of how Karen would taste. Next door, Karen crawled into bed. She thought a lot of what Jess had said about why she likes women, and found herself in agreement. She'd always been a little bi-curious but even more so lately, since she'd been hanging out with Jess. There was something about Jess that made Karen want to grab her and kiss her and see her naked. She wondered what Jess would be like, with her 34C breasts, her long legs and her trim figure. She loved Jess's brilliant green eyes and wondered if her pubic hair was as black as her shoulder length hair. How would Jess's full lips feel on her own lips? On her breasts? On her pussy? Would Jess like her nipples teased with her teeth? Would she like her clit rubbed hard or soft? Would Jess’s pussy taste like hers? She crawled into bed, naked and horny, scheming as she fell asleep. Two doors down from Karen, Lin settled into bed with George lying near her feet. She slept soundly that night, only stirring slightly when George bolted upright in the middle of the night, his fur standing up, hissing and growling at a dark corner, until satisfied the threat had passed. --------------------------------------- Jess walked up the street in an upbeat mood as she had aced her two exams, feeling the autumn sunshine on her face. The weather was warm and the wind breezy, a nice change from all the rain that had fallen the past two days. She turned up the driveway, looking at the house. It is amazing, she thought, admiring how it stood majestically on the small lot. Movement in a third floor window caught her eye and she just caught a glimpse of something moving away from the window. Not thinking much of it, she walked up the steps and inside. Karen and Lin were in the living room, watching TV. Jess stood rooted in one spot, looking from them to the stairs. Devil May Come "Something wrong?" asked Lin. Jess nodded. "When I walked up I saw something in the third floor window and I thought it was one of you." "Maybe it was George," offered Karen. Jess nodded slowly, thinking hard about what she saw, but the more she thought, the more she was convinced that she saw a person, and told the girls so. Lin stood up. "Let's go check it out. It probably was George but we'd better be sure." They ascended the stairs as a group, Jess in front, and on the second floor landing, they found George sitting there watching them curiously, his head cocked to one side. Jess retrieved the bat from her room and Lin gave her a questioning look. Feeling a little spooked, they huddled closer together and walked as one up the stairs with Jess in the lead and Karen bringing up the rear, her cell phone on, 9-1-1 entered in and her finger poised over the SEND button. Jess peeked through the railing to the third floor hall to find one of the doors open. The bat in front of her, she pushed the door back to find a bedroom filled with furniture covered in white dust sheets. Jess prodded each sheet with the bat until she was convinced no one was hiding under them. Lin noted orange cat hair on the sheet covering a dresser pushed up against the front window and suggested it must have been George exploring. Certain about what she saw, Jess insisted they search the other rooms just to be safe, only to find more covered furniture. Feeling sheepish, Jess apologized for overreacting. Karen and Lin ribbed her good naturedly throughout dinner and all the way to The Orange Groove, a trendy dance club a little over a mile away towards downtown. The Groove was a notorious gay male dance club but it was a good place for girls to go dancing without getting hit on by a bunch of drunken guys. Very few straight men would dare frequent the place. They drank and danced to the driving techno beat as Lin and Karen both teased Jess by rubbing their buttocks against her as they danced. Outwardly, Jess laughed it off, but inwardly, she was aroused, and paid close attention to both as they danced, telling herself it never hurt to look. Lin was wearing low, tight blue jeans, and a midriff shirt that exposed her thong underwear in the back and accentuated her large breasts. Karen's tight black jeans showed off her sculpted ass, her black blouse unbuttoned halfway down, exposing her creamy white skin beneath. Karen and Lin continued throwing back the drinks but Jess slowed down, wanting to keep her wits about her. If she wasn't careful, all three could end up in bed together and she didn't think the other two were ready for the consequences and how it might adversely affect their friendship. Returning to their table they found a waitress depositing three fresh Cosmos, telling them they were from the guy in the corner. All turned to look but there were only two guys exploring each other's mouths with their tongues. The waitress shrugged. “Did he say his name?” asked Karen. “No,” said the waitress, shaking her head. “He ordered the drinks and I brought them to him, and when I passed by a minute later he asked if I could bring them over. He said he was going to do it himself but he lost his nerve and became shy, so he asked me.” “What'd he look like?” Lin yelled over the music. “Tall, thin, brown hair and gold rimmed glasses, kinda pale. I think he's a grad student because he looked older.” “Was he good looking?” “I’d say average looking, nothing special,” she shrugged. "If I see him again I'll point him out," and moved on to another table. The girls clinked glasses to toast their secret admirer but as Jess brought the drink to her lips, her arm was jostled by a rather flamboyant man dancing past, dumping the contents of the glass on her jeans. The gay man apologized profusely, mortified at his clumsiness. Jess excused herself and made her way to the bathroom, using paper towels to sop up the sticky mess. Luckily, she was wearing black jeans and the stain didn’t show too much. She walked into a stall and Karen rushed in behind her, closing the door. She pushed Jess up against the wall and kissed her, hard, her tongue eagerly plunging in, her hands roaming over Jess's body. Slowly, Jess took control of the kiss, making it tender, more meaningful, gently backing Karen up against the opposite wall. Jess slipped a hand inside Karen's open shirt caressing her breast, the nipple hard between her fingers. She felt Karen's hand cup her buttocks, pulling her closer, squeezing in reaction to Jess's touch. Jess broke the kiss and rested her forehead against Karen's. "God, I want you," whispered Karen. "Me, too," Jess whispered back, "but not here." Karen left first while Jess used the bathroom. She looked in the mirror while washing her hands and wondered just what the fuck she was doing, and decided it would be best if she stopped drinking for the night. When she returned to the table, Lin and Karen were dancing and rubbing against each other. Jess sat back and enjoyed the show until the lights came on signaling last call. Lin and Karen downed the rest of their free drinks and the girls stumbled out into the night. It was raining again so they flagged down a taxi to take them home. Jess paid the driver while the other two weaved up the steps and attempted to unlock the front door. Jess came to their rescue and opened it for them. Karen immediately sank onto a sofa, so Jess led Lin up to her room and into bed. Lin had trouble with her jeans so Jess helped her out of them, admiring her smooth, thin legs as she did so. Lin's thong wrapped tight around her crotch and Jess could see Lin's pussy clearly defined through the fabric. She pushed the thought from her mind and helped her with her shirt and bra. Lin fell back onto the bed, her breasts bouncing, and Jess's mouth watered watching those 36D mounds of flesh moving. Lin grabbed her arm. "Like my melons?" she giggled, her words slurring. "Very much. Now, it's time to get some sleep." "Wait, don't go. I want to show you something." She pulled Jess's hand to her mouth and sucked on her middle and index fingers. And as she sucked, Jess could feel Lin's tongue undulating, caressing the tips of her fingers. The sensation was exquisite and she longed to plunge her tongue into that wonderful mouth. With great reluctance, she freed her hand and said good night as Lin giggled on the bed. "I knew you'd like that," Lin said as Jess turned out the light and closed the door. In the hall, she leaned against the wall, trying to collect her thoughts on this bizarre night. She remembered Karen was downstairs but couldn't recall if the front door was locked. It was, she found, and Karen appeared to be sleeping so she decided to leave her there for the night, but when Jess approached her with a blanket, she saw Karen's hand down the front of her unzipped jeans, moving rhythmically. Karen looked up at her and said, "Come here." Jess kneeled in front of the couch. Karen pulled her hand out and stuck two wet fingers in Jess's mouth, giving her a taste of her juices. In the pit of her stomach, Jess felt the warm glow of desire, and leaned in and kissed Karen deeply. Her hands worked the buttons on Karen's blouse, revealing her small breasts. Jess's mouth worked her way down Karen's neck to her chest, her hands rubbing Karen's hard nipples. Karen cradled her head to her chest as Jess's lips brushed across her nipples. Jess lavished each in turn when suddenly, Karen's hands dropped away and she became very still. Jess looked up and Karen's eyes were half closed. "Kare?" Karen softly grunted at her name. Jess sat back and sighed. She shook her gently. "Karen? Do you want to sleep here or up in your room?" "My room," was the slow response. Jess helped her to her feet and up the stairs. In Karen's room Jess worked her out of her clothes and laid Karen down clad only in her panties. Jess smiled and kissed her before tucking Karen in and left, turning off the light. In the hall, she stood outside Karen’s door, torn between going to her room and going back to that gorgeous body. Actually, two gorgeous bodies, she thought. In their present states I could have my way with either one, or even both of them. Alcohol: the number one date rape drug. She shook her head at the thought and went to the bathroom to brush her teeth. On her way back to her room, a muffled bump came from Lin’s room followed by quiet moan, and Jess turned the corner to see George sitting in the hall outside Lin’s closed door, staring at it. She walked quietly over to the cat. “Hey, George,” she said softly. “Do you want to sleep with Lin tonight?” but when she reached for the doorknob, George gave a light hiss and ran around the corner toward the front stairs. Jess shrugged and listened at Lin’s door and heard a few indecipherable mutters, and concluded Lin was talking in her sleep. She turned and went to her room. For her, it had been a very strange night indeed. --------------------------------------- Lin lay in her bed, floating somewhere between sleep and consciousness. The man materialized from the shadows, naked, his wiry body now visible in the light of a streetlight shining in the window. He approached the bed and slowly pulled the covers down revealing her body. His hand reached out and touched her leg, running up her inner thigh, to her panties, stroking the material. In one sure movement, he pulled her thong off, and Lin lay there before him, her eyes and legs open. A finger entered her, slowly moving in and out, and she gave a soft moan and watched as his cock became hard, standing out from his body. His head came down to her breasts, licking and sucking as he continued to finger fuck her. Lin cradled his head, totally compliant. He stopped and climbed onto the bed, straddling her chest, rubbing his cock between her breasts. It was about six inches long and uncircumcised. She stroked him, pulling his foreskin up over the head at the top of every stroke. The stranger let out a sigh of contentment, and shifted his body until the tip of his penis touched her lips. “Open your mouth,” he commanded in a low, soft voice. She obeyed. “Do that tongue thing, I want to see,” and she moved her tongue. The man chuckled softly and moved forward, sliding his cock into her mouth. Lin’s lips wrapped around his shaft, her tongue massaging the head. His hips rocked back and forth, and Lin continued to suck. Her tongue slid along the edge of the foreskin and the stranger’s back stiffened at the intense pleasure. At his encouraging words, she picked up the pace and soon his breathing became loud and ragged. Lin took him in as far as she could, held him there and milked him with her tongue. His heavy breathing stopped suddenly as hot cum filled her mouth; she swallowed, sucked some more and swallowed again. He pulled out and stood up beside the bed looking down at her, her hand in his. He slowly backed up, dropping her hand, moving away until he melted into the shadows and disappeared. --------------------------------------- Karen lay on her back, her blank eyes on the ceiling as the covers were pulled back, exposing her body. Her eyes slowly focused on the stranger pulling her panties off, his hands manipulating her legs apart. He leaned down and she felt the sensation of a tongue on her pussy, licking in long, slow strokes. Karen purred as the tongue parted her wet slit. The head between her legs shifted slightly and the tongue continued its exploration. Lips encircled her engorged clit and sucked, the tongue flicking rapidly across it. Fingers entered her pussy, rubbing her inner walls as the tongue continued its assault on her love button. She moaned and twisted, clamping her legs around the head, and cried out as her orgasm washed over her. The head withdrew and the stranger stood up at the foot of her bed, and in the dim light she could see he was tall, thin, and pale, his cock dangling between his legs. He stepped back towards the shadows. Next door, Jess heard Karen cry out and she sprang from the bed, rushing to Karen's door. "Karen, are you all right?" she called through the door. The man in the room nodded his head, and Karen slowly answered, "Yeah." "You sure?" "Yeah." The man in her room was now deep in shadow and the next moment he was gone. "Okay." Jess went to her room, not knowing if she should be concerned or not. Jess got back in bed and thought about Karen and how close she was tonight to getting what she's wanted for some time now. Her damp panties taunted her and reminded her of how horny she was. She pulled them off and for the second night in a row she masturbated to thoughts of Karen, not stopping until she had release and fell asleep. --------------------------------------- He watched Jess sleep, furious that she had somehow escaped his control. Why hadn't it worked? What had gone wrong? Everything went perfect with the other two but Jess was the one he really wanted. Maybe it would take longer for her, a thought that hadn't occurred to him until now. Maybe it was slower with her and she was just now coming under his spell. He stepped forward out of the shadows toward the sleeping form. Slowly, he coaxed the covers down, revealing that Jess, too, was sleeping naked. In the dim light he admired that beautiful body. He was so close but didn't dare take a risk at this point. Soon, so very soon, she would be his. He would have to be patient. He backed away, hiding in the shadows yet again, when Jess sat up suddenly. "Who's there?" she barked. Jess knew someone was there, she could feel it, she could smell it. Her hand reached down for the bat, searching frantically several moments before her hand wrapped around the smooth wood. She snapped on the lamp and brought the bat around to confront... ... no one. The room was empty. Not caring she was naked, Jess leapt out of bed, moving several feet away before getting down on all fours to peer under the bed. Except for a few pairs of shoes, there was nothing. She looked around, certain she could still smell the presence. The closet door caught her eye and with tentative steps she quietly approached. Gripping the bat firmly in her right hand, her left hand flung the door open only to reveal her still paltry wardrobe. She checked behind the clothes to be sure no one was hiding in there and closed the door. "Fuck," she muttered. From the dresser she pulled out a night shirt, put it on and got back in bed. This time she kept the bat with her under the covers. He watched with some amusement as Jess searched for him. Although tempted to whisper her name, he didn't want to scare her off. As he watched her naked body move about the room he became aroused again and he slowly masturbated. He waited and watched until he was sure she was asleep, and decided to take out his frustration on the short blond girl. --------------------------------------- The next morning, Karen and Lin slept in as Jess got ready for her 10AM class. She fed George, took care of his litter box, and had a quick breakfast of cereal and juice. When she retrieved her backpack from her room, she noticed that Karen's door was open and the shower running. Good, thought Jess, she survived the night. Oddly comforted by the thought, Jess called out she was leaving but got no response. Shrugging, she hitched up her backpack and left. Around one in the afternoon, she called Karen's cell but it went immediately to voice mail. "Hey, Karen, it's me. I just wanted to see if you've recovered enough from last night to join me at Pete's for happy hour. Bye." She dialed Lin next. "Hey, Lin. I was thinking about going to Pete's for happy hour. Care to join me?" "Um, yeah, sure. What time?" "Around 4?" "Okay, sounds good." "Have you seen Karen today? How's she doing?" Jess asked, a little anxious. "All right, I guess. She seemed, I don't know, a little tired or worn out, or something. I think the drinks really got to her." "I left her a voice mail but if you see her, tell her about happy hour." "Will do. Bye." --------------------------------------- Pete's was a basement bar on the south side campus well known for its always sticky bathroom floors and happy hour specials. Jess sat at a small round table in a corner with a pint of a good regional beer in front of her, waiting. Lin showed up about a quarter after, apologizing for her lateness and ordered a club soda. When Jess asked, Lin explained she'd been thirsty all day. The two girls chatted and were about to give up on Karen when she showed up around 5. Jess noticed Karen had circles under her eyes like she hadn't slept well the night before. "It looks like you barely survived last night," teased Jess. Lin shrugged. "Aside from waking up with an odd taste in my mouth and being thirsty all day, I feel fine." "And you?" Jess asked Karen. "I don't know," Karen said looking off in the distance. "Are you sick?" asked Lin. Karen shook her head. "No, it's just- I mean, I feel, I don't know, a little weird somehow." Jess noticed Karen would not look at her and wondered if she was having second thoughts about kissing her last night. The long uncomfortable silence that followed was finally broken by Karen. "Do you think the house is haunted?" Jess looked up from beer, surprised to see Karen looking directly at her. "Well, I've never believed in ghosts before-" "Yeah, but do you think the house is haunted?" Karen repeated. Jess thought for a long time. "I don't know. No, I don't think so" she finally admitted. "Why do you think it's haunted?" asked Lin in a low voice so the adjacent table wouldn't overhear. Karen exhaled heavily. "It's just that sometimes I get a creepy feeling like something's there watching - you know what I mean, Jess - and last night, I didn't sleep well at all and I had really bizarre dreams but I don't remember much about them, just fragments." Jess leaned forward, intrigued. "What can you recall?" Karen studied her half-drunk beer, thinking hard but then shook her head. "Not much, it doesn't make any sense." "It's okay," Lin offered. "Go on. Jess is the Psych major, maybe she can make some sense of it." Karen looked from Lin to Jess. "I dreamed the house was doing something to me." She leaned forward, her voice low. "Something sexual." Lin became very still and Jess put her hand over Karen's. "And the really weird part is, this morning I was sore like I'd been screwing all night." Lin was reminded of how her jaw ached when she awoke and knew what that taste in her mouth was. She just couldn't bring herself to voice it. Jess looked from one to the other. "Look, dreams of a sexual nature are very common, in fact, they might be the most common," Jess began. "And sometimes people have what are called 'waking dreams' which are dreams that are vivid and life-like, so they feel very real. Couple them with sleep paralysis and people will swear on a stack of bibles they were abducted by aliens and probed every which way, or, in the old days, they were visited by an incubus." "Incubus?" Lin asked, curious. "It's a demon in male form who has sex with sleeping women. According to legend, the incubus drains energy from the victim while having sex and that repeated intercourse will cause sickness or even death." Karen looked a little alarmed at this explanation and Jess moved quickly to soothe her. "But that's just legend, used to explain awkward pregnancies back in Medieval times. A nun becomes pregnant? Surely the nun and priest didn't succumb to the weakness of the flesh, it must have been an incubus. A young, unwed maiden is pregnant? She wasn't screwing the farmhand, it was an incubus. And so on." Devil May Come "Yeah, but I was sore this morning," Karen protested. "Most likely a psychosomatic response to your dreams. The mind is extremely powerful and mysterious," Jess said, relishing her role as instructor. "Just last night," Jess continued, "I had a waking dream where I thought someone was in my room. When I turned on the light, no one was there, but it felt so real, to the point I could actually smell someone. I got up and looked under the bed and in the closet only to find nothing." She shook her head. "Logically I can't believe the house is haunted, it's only our minds playing tricks on us." Karen stared at her. "Fuck logic. What does your gut tell you?" "My gut doesn't know," was her honest answer, "but, then again, my gut doesn't have a brain." That evening the girls dined out and saw a movie at a downtown theater. Karen sat between Jess and Lin during the movie, occasionally squeezing Jess's hand. When they went back to the house they found an agitated George pushing his empty food dish around. Lin went to bed first, locking her door behind her while Jess saw Karen to her room. They lingered in the doorway, not speaking and not knowing what to do. Jess gave Karen a warm kiss on the cheek and Karen hugged her tightly, holding her for several minutes, before going into her room and locking her door. Jess retired to her room to find the cat lying on the bed grooming happily after his meal. She left her door open for George to come and go as he pleased and she got into bed, her hand resting lightly on the bat. The night passed uneventfully. --------------------------------------- On Saturday, the girls did a week's worth of housework in the morning to catch up and spent the afternoon at the library, where Jess worked on her term paper, Lin studied for an anthropology mid-term, and Karen spent all of her time in the microfiche room. The library was largely deserted as the football team was playing one of its biggest rivalries that day. Around six, they packed up and headed back to the house. They ate leftovers for dinner and afterwards got ready for the party. Jess waited in the living room, watching TV with Lin while Karen finished dressing Dressed as a biker chick, Lin wore a black leather mini skirt, black knee-high boots, a black leather vest, and temporary tattoos on her upper arms reading, 'Born to Kill' and 'Harley Davidson'. She wore no shirt under the vest, which was unzipped partway, the snug fit accentuating her already ample cleavage. Jess was dressed as Venus, Goddess of Love, in a long, bright white toga, and a laurel of leaves in her pinned up hair. The top was tied expertly behind her neck, revealing the smooth skin of her bare back. Lin complimented her on her toga tying skills. Jess grew impatient with Karen. "Come on, Karen. What's taking so long?" "I'm coming, keep your sheet on," called Karen, bouncing down the stairs. Karen was dressed as a Scottish lass, with a tartan mini kilt, a white blouse, a tartan sash, matching wool cap and knee-high socks. Jess and Lin both complimented her on her costume. Karen smiled at them. "Ok, let's go," and walked out of the house. --------------------------------------- The Nuthouse, so named by the five guys living there, was a two-story rental house on Walnut Street and well known for lively parties. The party was in full swing when the girls arrived, with people spilling out onto the front lawn. One of the tenants stood on the lawn, lecturing guests to not go onto the sidewalk, else they risk a ticket for public drinking. The night was cool and breezy and the girls dumped their coats on a bed upstairs, agreeing that if they became separated they would meet at 1AM in the living room. Drinks were quickly located and the girls chatted with some of the guys living there and with friends they hadn't seen in a while. Over the course of the evening they became involved in different groups and were separated. Lin went to get another drink and in the kitchen spied a tall, good-looking guy in the corner by himself who was dressed normally: jeans, long sleeve shirt and tennis shoes. Lin smiled at him; he smiled back and nodded. She thought she knew him from somewhere, but couldn't place his face. He was tall, about 6'5" and solidly built, with a wild mop of blond hair that brought to mind surfing, and kind blue eyes. He looked shy, so she went over to him. "I see you're not dressed up, either," she said, using an icebreaker she'd thought up earlier in the day. He looked at her biker outfit, laughed and said, "No, I'm not one for dressing up for parties." "Hi, I'm Melinda, or Lin, if you prefer." "Hi, Lin, I'm Matt. I remember you from Lit class last year, you and your two friends." "Oh, so that's where I know you from. No wonder you look so familiar." He smiled a secret smile and took a drink from his red plastic cup. "Where are the other two Musketeers?" "They're out -, wait -, Musketeers?" "Sorry, I used to see you three together all the time and since I didn't know your names I referred to you as the Three Musketeers, in my mind." It was Lin's turn to laugh. "I see. The other two are out mingling," she said, with a vague wave of her hand. "So you took Existentialism: Then and Now." "Right, I'm majoring in Lit. How about you?" "Poly-Sci. I realize it sounds dull but I have a knack for foreign policy. Have we met somewhere else, outside of Lit?" His face was so familiar, but he shook his head. Just then, two guys stormed into the kitchen, looking for the keg. They saw Matt and started yelling and high-fiving. Lin watched curiously. "Dude, you were so on today!" one whooped. "That pass you threw in the fourth quarter was the nail in - the - fucking -coffin!" He emphasized each word by poking his finger at Matt's chest. "Thanks, guys," said Matt, "I appreciate the support." The two guys hung around for a few minutes, wanting the inside scoop on upcoming games, and Lin could see that Matt, while flattered, was also embarrassed. She was embarrassed, too, for not recognizing him: Matt Baker, star quarterback, whose face has been plastered on many editions of the student newspaper and local TV. The two fans finally left them alone. "So you're Matt Baker. I take it you won today. Congratulations." He looked troubled, so Lin asked, "Something wrong?" He frowned a little. "I was hoping you'd get to know me better before finding out I'm a football player. I mean, I meet plenty of girls but, quite frankly, most who are interested in me aren't that bright. When smart girls find out I play football, they tend to dismiss me as some dumb jock," he confessed. "Well, if it will make you feel better, I don't watch football, I don't know much about it, and I don't prejudge people." His face brightened with a smile. "All right. So, tell me more about yourself." --------------------------------------- In the front room, Karen spied a cute guy walking down the stairs wearing a kilt. He was short, about 5'5", a couple of inches taller than her, with dark hair and dark eyes, and a rugged, clean shaven face. She worked her way across the room, determined he was alone, and sidled up to him. "Well, now. Aren't you the bonny lass," he commented in a thick Scottish accent when he saw her. Karen curtsied. "I thank you, sir. And may I say what a strapping lad you be." "Aye! I took first in the caber toss. I may be small but I'm wiry," he growled, thumping his chest. They both laughed, and he introduced himself as Scott. Karen told him her name and they spent a long time discussing their Scottish lineage. --------------------------------------- Jess, on the other hand, was trapped in a conversation with a guy dressed as a devil and was desperate to escape his horrible breath. Several times he offered to fetch her a drink, which she politely declined, but was on the verge of accepting just to escape the constant assault of his halitosis. Fortunately, a good looking guy in a toga walked by and she seized the opportunity. "There you are," she said, grabbing his arm and giving him a warm kiss on the cheek. "Where have you been?" "Upstairs," said the Roman, looking a little confused. "Why?" "I can't believe you dragged me to this party and left me alone," she said in a mock scold. The pest took the hint and skulked away. Jess lowered her voice. "Thanks, I needed to get away from that creep. If your girlfriend, or whatever, saw us I'm really sorry." He grinned and nodded. "Don't sweat it, I not here with anyone. I'm Ryan." "Jess." "Hey there, Jess. I spotted you a little while ago and was going to introduce myself, but then I saw you with that devil and I figured you had a date." Jess laughed. "Thankfully, no. I'd never seen that guy before. He came out of nowhere and cornered me. There was this weird vibe coming off him but I couldn't shake him until you walked by. Thanks for coming to my rescue." "You're welcome," Ryan said, his dark brown eyes fixed on hers. "So, are you something in particular or just your average Roman?" he asked, looking over her outfit. "I was trying for Venus, Goddess of Love." "Well, you certainly make a lovely goddess." She blushed and touched his arm again. He was decidedly handsome, tall and lean, physically fit, with short wavy brown hair. There was a stirring in her loins as she chatted with him. --------------------------------------- "So, if you're in training, shouldn't you not drink?" teased Lin, pointing at his cup. Matt held out it out to her and Lin took a sip - it was Coke, just Coke. Their conversation was constantly being interrupted by well-wishers shaking Matt's hand and thumping him on the back. Lin saw that he was growing weary of the attention. When they were finally alone, she stood on her tip toes and whispered in his ear. "Is there someplace you want to go where we can be alone?" He nodded, set their drinks down and took her by the hand into the front room. At the door, she remembered her coat, and he offered to get it. While waiting she looked around the room and saw Jess talking to a rather good looking guy in a toga. She caught Jess's eye, who came over to her. "Say, Jess, cute guy," she said in a low voice. "Switching to our team?" "I'm bisexual, not a lesbian," said Jess. "I like a good dick from time to time. Who are you with?" "A Lit major named Matt. He's not too into the party, so we're going to his place to, I don't know, talk and stuff." Jess gave her a look of mock shock and laughed. "Good luck. Call me on my cell if you have any trouble." Lin gave her a wink as Matt returned, and Jess instantly recognized him, arching her eyebrows in surprise at Lin as she put on her coat. They left, and Jess turned to find Ryan. She spotted him on the stairs, and he turned to look at her, and, with a tilt of his head, motioned for her to follow. She gave a discrete smile and slight nod in return, and watched him disappear up the stairs. Jess scanned the room but didn't see Karen, so she followed Ryan. At the top of the stairs, a line of people waited to use the bathroom. She asked if anyone had seen a Roman go by and a dominatrix pointed her whip down the hall. Jess tried the first two doors but they were locked, and the third opened onto a group of people sitting in a circle on the floor passing a bong. A gorilla, with smoke leaking from the nostrils of his mask, held out the bong to her but she turned away, looking for Ryan. The fourth door revealed a bed covered in coats, but no Ryan. Behind the last door was a narrow staircase leading up into the attic room. "Ryan? You up here?" His head appeared over the railing, a smile on his face. "Come on up." The attic was finished as a bedroom, with a futon towards the front by a low window, a desk, some bookshelves, and a small couch where Ryan was sitting. She sauntered over and sat next to him. "Whose room is this?" "Mine. I answered an ad in the paper at the beginning of the term and got all this," Ryan said, motioning to the room around them. "Oh, so you're the new guy!" Jess said. "The other guys were bummed about Greg and had to find a new housemate. How's it working out?" "Great! I get along with the other guys real well, they're so easy going. What happened to Greg? No one would really tell me about what happened." Jess sighed. "He was busted for 'Possession with Intent to Sell' and started serving his sentence this past summer. It's a bummer because he's really a nice guy who got caught doing something stupid." She looked at her hands folded in her lap, wondering how Greg was holding up. "Oh, I'm sorry about that, I shouldn't have brought it up," Ryan said in a quiet voice. Jess shrugged it off and they were silent for a few moments. "So, why are we up here?" she asked finally in a cool voice, turning to look at him. Ryan smiled. "Well, if you didn't know you wouldn't be up here," he said and leaned in and kissed her. --------------------------------------- "Just out of curiosity," asked Karen with a sly look in her eyes, "is your costume fully authentic?" A puzzled look crossed Scott's face. "Like I said before, it's from Scotland." "Let me rephrase the question. Are you going native under that kilt?" she teased. He laughed, his ears turning slightly pink. "I hate to disappoint you but, no, I am not." "And I thought you were a true Scotsman," Karen pouted. Scott leaned in close, looking around to make sure no one could hear. "I would except I have this medical condition that would make it unwise." Karen stepped back, concerned. "Condition?" He nodded, stepping closer, his voice low. "It's called Dongus Humungous." Karen's face broke out in a wide grin. "Oh, really," she said, disbelieving. "It's true. You see, it would be unfair to the other guys if I wore a kilt with no undergarment. If they happened to catch a glimpse of how well endowed I was they would feel shame and run weeping to their mums." "You're full of shit!" "I'm not. If you don't believe me, check it out," he dared. "But I must warn you: it's not for the faint of heart." Karen bit her lower lip. "Okay, I will, and I'll be the judge of how humungous it is." Scott moved next to her, facing the opposite direction with his back to the room. Karen surreptitiously ran her hand up his inner thigh, gasping when she came in contact with something long and fleshy under his kilt. "Oh, my God!" she whispered. "How big is it?" Scott stepped back and smiled. "I'm not going to tell you, there are some things you have to find out for yourself." With that he turned and strolled casually across the room towards the stairs with Karen following close behind. --------------------------------------- "How does yours come untied?" asked Ryan, sitting back. In a matter of minutes they'd progressed from light kissing to hard kissing with tongues to exploratory groping to his hand inside her toga, his fingers rubbing her nipples to full attention. Jess had to admire how smooth Ryan operated, guiding her where he wanted until he was on top of her, his hard cock pressing against her thigh. Putting her hands behind her neck, Jess undid the top of her gown, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts. His head moved toward her following her back down onto the couch, his mouth on her breast, licking and sucking, his lips nibbling her nipple. He bathed one before moving onto the other, showing them equal attention. Moist heat pooled between her legs. Ryan moved lower, kissing her stomach, pulling her gown down. Jess stopped him. "Is your door locked?" "Oh, yeah, good point." He stood and went down the stairs, locking the door. When he came back, she saw a bulge in the folds of his toga. Her hands reached for it, but he gently pushed them away, instead kneeling in front of her. His hands tugged on her gown, pulling it down to her feet and off. He folded it carefully and set it on the arm of the couch. Next his hands pulled her panties off so that she sat there in front of him, naked except for her sandals. He kissed her thigh softly, just above her knee and after each kiss he moved a little higher and more toward her inner thigh. Jess stroked his hair as his mouth moved closer to her sex. His lips reached the top of her pussy and she spread her legs wider, allowing him access. With soft kisses and licks, his mouth moved lower, his tongue parting her lips, dipping into her, tasting her, and soon his face was slick with her juices. Jess moaned and purred, and when his tongue grazed her clit she writhed with pleasure. Ryan's tongue returned to that spot again and again, making her back arch. A finger, then two entered her slit. His lips locked around her clit, lightly sucking as his fingers stroked her. She wrapped a leg around his neck and panted as her orgasm rose higher and higher inside her. For several long minutes she hovered in that elevated state, wanting to come but unable to get that final push over the edge. Giving up, she collapsed back onto the sofa and watched as Ryan wiped her juices from his chin. She pulled him to her and kissed him, running her tongue over his lips tasting her pussy. She loved the taste of herself on lips, male or female, and it always aroused her. "Stand up," she said, and Ryan stood before her as she sat. She ran her hand up under his toga, touching him with just her fingertips, higher and higher. She expected to find underwear, but instead she found the bare flesh of his balls. Ryan gave a little groan as she touched him lightly. "Strip," she commanded, and he pushed the toga off his shoulder and down past his waist, and stepped out of it. His cock bobbed in front of her eyes, clear fluid seeping from the tip. Jess held his shaft and tenderly licked the head, tasting his slick pre-cum. He moaned again as her mouth slid down his shaft, her tongue wetting his six inches, down to his balls. She sucked one testicle in her mouth, her hand stroking, her thumb rubbing the head. Ryan whispered her name and she tongued his sac before moving up. She paused, her mouth an inch from the end his cock, and she looked up at him. Their eyes met and she made a great show of slowly wetting her lips with her tongue. Ryan looked anxious when she opened her mouth, stuck her tongue part way out and moved closer until she was almost to his stiff member. Her tongue extended licking the underside, before she wrapped her lips around his rod and slid it in her mouth. She worked slowly, lovingly, her hand and mouth sliding up and down his length. Occasionally, she would pause at the top of a stroke and flick the tip rapidly with her tongue. Ryan moaned and his hand went to the top of her head, his hips moving, thrusting his cock in and out her mouth quickly. Jess allowed him fuck her mouth until she sensed his self-control waning and pulled away, his rod sliding from her lips, and she stood up. Ryan pulled her naked body to his, his hard cock pressing into her stomach. As they kissed he maneuvered her towards the bed until they fell onto it, rolling over each other as they kissed hotly, their hands groping. Ryan fumbled with the nightstand drawer, locating a condom. He sat back on his haunches between her legs and rolled the condom down. Moving forward, the tip lightly pressed against her pussy, and with a little push, slid easily into her. His hips rocked slowly at first, gradually building up speed, varying the depth of his stroke. Jess wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist as he drove into her. Soon, sweat glistened on his body. She hugged his body tightly to hers and rolled him onto his back, assuming control. She sat up, her hands on his chest for support and moved her pelvis rhythmically, faster and faster, his soft moans filling the room. Jess stopped, dismounted, and turned around facing away from him, her hand holding his cock upright as she slid down on him. She gyrated and ground against him, and he moaned her name loudly. Ryan's hands gripped her buttocks, his thumbs deep between her ass cheeks pressing close to her anus. Devil May Come Jess's eyes were fixed on the closet door opposite the bed and imagined Karen was hiding inside, watching them. Her body movements sped up, and she felt the faint spark of an orgasm growing deep inside her. The spark blossomed into a flame and she was getting close, oh so close, when Ryan's body stiffened and he groaned aloud. Jess paused as he came, waiting for him to finish before continuing on but his hands grabbed her waist and stopped her. Frustrated, she rolled onto the bed beside him. --------------------------------------- One floor below, Karen and Scott kissed in a dark corner of the coat room, her hand under his kilt. It was semi-hard and yet its length was close to a foot, she estimated, awed by its size. Laughter from the hallway broke the kiss and Karen looked around for a place that offered more privacy. A closet door stood ajar and she opened it, revealing a small walk-in closet. They crowded in and Scott pulled on the door but it wouldn’t shut all the way, leaving a two inch gap. He pulled harder but stopped when two women walked into the room, talking loudly and looking for their coats. As the girls rummaged through the pile on the bed, Karen moved in behind him. "Don't move," she whispered in his ear, her hands tugging his briefs down. Scott stepped out of them and while the women gossiped and put on their coats, Karen stroked him to full length, amazed at the distance her hand had to travel from the base to the tip. Scott turned around, his now hard cock lifting his kilt. “I can’t believe it,” she whispered. “How long is it?” “Eleven inches,” he whispered back. “In high school they called me Tripod.” Karen stifled a giggle. “I so want to fuck you,” he said in her ear as the women left with coats, “but I don’t have a condom.” “Are you clean?” she asked. He nodded. “Me, too. Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.” He kissed her hard on the mouth at these words and Karen could feel the tip of his penis touch the underside of her breast as they embraced. Scott moved behind her, hooking his fingers in her panties and pushing them down. They caught on her shoes and in his eagerness to get them off, they ripped. Karen stifled a laugh as she tried to pull the door shut but it wouldn’t budge, and she saw it was cracked, probably from rough housing. Scott pushed her skirt up in back and slid his hand between her thighs finding her dripping pussy – she bent over slightly offering him easier access. With his hand he guided the tip to her wet love hole, and slid in slowly. Karen braced herself against the edge of the doorframe, her heart pounding in anticipation. With his hands on her hips, he cautiously drove into her, stopping at her sharp intake of breath when he hit her cervix. He backed out until the tip barely remained inside her, then plunged in again. She pushed back, her eyes and mouth wide open in response to the intense pleasure. Karen unbuttoned her blouse and pulled his right hand up to her breast. His hand squeezed as his hips rocked in long, slow arcs, his cock rubbing across her g-spot each time. Another group entered the room, cavorting loudly as the dropped their coats on the bed, and Karen bit back her moans. People came and went, unaware of what was happening in the closet a mere ten feet away. Each time someone entered the room, Karen's urge to verbalize the pleasure she felt grew stronger. He pumped faster and the whimpers that escaped from her lips became louder and louder, and he clamped his left hand over her mouth. She came, quietly screaming into his hand as boisterous partygoers carried on in the hall. A second wave hit her and her knees felt weak, and she stumbled forward. His hands gripped her hips, holding her up as he continued to pump. She clung to the door frame as a third orgasm, more intense than the first two, rocked her, and she choked back the scream. Scott moaned and slowed, and Karen reached back, grabbing his hips to stop his thrusts. His cock was buried deep inside her and concentrating hard, Karen flexed her vaginal muscles, milking him again and again, until his rod twitched inside her, filling her with his seed. The sound of their heavy breathing filled the darkness. He clung to her for several minutes, his still hard cock deep inside her, his forehead pressed between her shoulder blades. He gave her a quick kiss on her neck and started to pull out but stopped part way. Karen whimpered, wanting his beautiful cock to stay buried in her. “Can I see you again?” his breath hot on her neck. “Maybe,” she said coyly. "What's you number?" He slowly recited his phone number, "2... 4... 4..." and with each number he slowly thrust into her. "2... 6... 2... 5." By the last digit Karen was close to coming again and her legs felt shaky. She stepped away, turned around and kissed him hard on the mouth, hanging onto his neck for support. They kissed for several minutes before deciding to get back to the party. Scott wiped their combined juices off his cock with her torn panties and offered them to her but she shook her head. They slipped out of the closet unnoticed and he dropped her panties in a trash can. Karen went looking for Lin and Jess. --------------------------------------- Jess opened her eyes and saw the clock, swearing under her breath. She had dozed off to the sound of Ryan softly snoring. Quietly, she got up, searching for her underwear but not succeeding. Pulling her gown on and re-tying the top, she looked some more. Her panties were nowhere to be seen, so she gave up. Pausing at the desk she found some paper and considered leaving her number. He was an okay lover but could probably be a great lover with the right kind of guidance. She decided against it when she saw several scraps with girls' names and phone numbers; let them train him, she thought. Shaking her head, Jess turned and left. She made her way towards the stairs, intent on going down to the living room to find Karen, but when she saw the bathroom line was short she realized how much she had to pee. She stood there waiting her turn when Karen bounced up next to her from the direction of one of the bedrooms. Jess watched the Scottish guy she was with earlier pass by heading for the stairs, a satisfied grin on his face. The bathroom door opened and she pulled Karen inside with her. “You’ll never believe it!” said Karen excitedly as Jess sat on the toilet. “Believe what?” “Scott, that guy I was with, is hung like a horse!” “Him? THAT little guy?” “Swear to God,” said Karen as she checked her costume in the mirror. Her blouse was grossly mis-buttoned and she went to work fixing it, revealing her perky breasts while telling Jess of her closet encounter. While Karen squatted over the toilet, Jess told her briefly about Ryan, leaving out many details that Karen would have included. Karen laughed and hugged her. "All right! We both got some tonight," she cried triumphantly. Unable to contain herself, Jess continued hugging Karen tightly as Karen tried to pull back. They looked into each other's eyes and kissed tenderly. The air grew still around them while their tongues danced, Jess's hand on the side of Karen's face. Jess felt a hand slip inside the back of her gown and cup her left buttock, the heat of Karen's hand hot on her ass. Jess started to caress Karen's breasts when pounding on the bathroom door made them stop. They quickly adjusted their clothing and walked out. Blue and red flashing lights outside announced the arrival of the police, so the girls hurried to get their coats where Karen pointed out the closet. As they walked out of the house, police officers looking for underage drinkers accosted them, demanding they show ID. The girls complied and were sent on their way as they were both 21. Jess filled Karen in on Lin's situation. On the walk home, they debated about whether they should call Lin or not and eventually decided Lin would call if she needed them. They flirted with each other all the way, teasing and laughing. When they got to the house, both failed to notice the shadowy figure standing in the third floor window, watching them. --------------------------------------- Lin sat on the couch at Matt’s place, reading some of his short stories. She was impressed by the amount of emotion he poured into them, even the ones only a couple of pages long, and by his descriptive language that made the stories so easily visualized. She set down the last one and looked at him intently for a long time, not saying a word. Matt grew uncomfortable. “Did you like it?” Without answering, she leaned in and kissed him, running her fingers through his hair, her tongue seeking his, his lips soft against hers. Her hands freed his shirt and pulled it off, and she pushed him back onto the couch. She straddled his body and felt the bulge in his pants growing, pressing into her. Lin sat up, unzipped her vest and took it off. Leaning forward, her breasts swayed heavily and his head moved down, taking one in her mouth. His lips and tongue moved from breast to breast, sucking and licking. His hands played with her ass and pushed her higher up his body, his mouth kissing her abdomen. His hands tugged at the zipper of her mini skirt until it released, and pushed her skirt down. Lin's body was lifted higher until lips latched onto her pussy through her underwear, licking and sucking. Lin had never been turned so much before. She pulled off her panties and ground her pussy on his face. His hands cupped her ass cheeks as he licked her quickly to orgasm, her naked body writhing on his head. Unable to stand it any longer, she pried herself off his face and moved down his body, leaving a trail of her juices down his chest until she was between his legs, her hands unsnapping his Levis. In moments she had them off and was tugging on his briefs. His cock pointed at his head, its seven inches framed by light brown pubic hair. Lin ran her fingers lightly through his soft down, and down to his balls, watching them swell. Her hand wrapped around his shaft and she discovered his cock was much thicker than any she'd had before. Clear fluid seeped from the tip as she lightly stroked, making her hand slick. She kissed the tip, rubbing it across her lips, and her tongue snaked out to lick his shaft from top to bottom. All the while he watched, his arm propped under his head. She looked into his eyes as her open mouth paused above his cock, and she showed him how her tongue moved. His eyes widened in surprise, and she lowered her head, her lips wrapping around his shaft as she slid down, her tongue undulating. Instantly, his breathing became heavy and he moaned her name loudly. He couldn’t believe how her tongue moved on his cock. In less than a minute, he filled her mouth with cum, and she swallowed and licked up every bit tenderly. Her mouth moved up to the tip, sucking lightly as his cock fell from her lips. She smiled, moved up and laid her head on his chest. Matt wrapped his arms around her and held her like that for a long time. --------------------------------------- George meowed balefully as they walked in. Jess went to the kitchen to feed him while Karen kicked off her shoes and lounged on a sofa. When she returned, Jess wordlessly pulled Karen to her feet and led her by the hand upstairs to her room. She closed and locked the door, and walked slowly up to Karen who was standing perfectly still, hardly breathing. Jess reached out and slowly undid the buttons on Karen’s blouse one by one, finally pushing it down her arms and off. Excitement rippled through Karen’s body as Jess’s fingers moved lower and with a tug of a zipper, her kilt lay at her feet. Jess moved around behind her, her hot breath on the side of her neck and felt Jess's lips tenderly kiss her ear. Jess's arms encircled her and Karen felt the light touch of fingers playing across her breasts, her nipples hardening. Karen leaned back, wanting to press her body against Jess's, but Jess moved away just enough to thwart her. Fingers slowly trailed down Karen's chest, down her abdomen, through her pubic hair and slipped inside her drenched pussy. Karen gasped, almost coming when Jess entered her. Jess brought her hand up and licked the juices from her fingers. Stepping around with her back to Karen, Jess undid her toga, pushing it slowly down her body until it lay pooled at her feet. She straightened up and pulled the pins from her hair, letting it fall around her shoulders, giving her a disheveled look. Never before had Karen seen the back side of a woman look so beautiful. Jess pivoted slowly giving Karen her first look at her large breasts. Karen's eyes roamed Jess's body hungrily, her appetite growing with every square inch she took in. The covers were pulled back on the bed and Karen let Jess lay her down on her back. They kissed, their breasts rubbing against each other’s, their hands caressing each other’s face. Jess sat back, kneeling between Karen's legs, and lifted one up, placing Karen’s foot on her shoulder, and slowly rolled her knee sock off. She lifted the other leg and did the same so that one foot rested on each shoulder. Without a word, Jess gripped Karen’s legs beneath the knees, pushing them back and spreading her legs apart. Karen grabbed her ankles and pulled them back until her feet touched the pillow. Jess stared at Karen’s wide open pussy, and at Scott’s thick white cum slowly dripping from it, and was reminded of Erika. Karen whimpered as Jess brought her head down, her tongue out, licking in long, slow strokes. Karen moaned softly. Jess ran her tongue around her clit, teasing it lightly before latching on with her lips and sucking hard. Karen's moaning and panting filled the room as Jess toyed with her, bringing her close to the edge of her orgasm before backing down. Each time, Karen’s moans became louder, more primal, as Jess teased her until, in frustration, she grabbed Jess’s head and held it tight against her pussy. Jess quickly licked her to multiple orgasms that eventually merged into one long one. Pleased with her effort, Jess sat back and admired the flushed look on Karen's face. Karen put her legs down and sat up shakily. No man had ever made her feel the way Jess did - it seemed every nerve ending in her body was buzzing. Jess sat before her, smiling and watching her closely. Jess's face glistened with her juices and Karen leaned forward for a taste. Jess closed her eyes as Karen's kisses and licks covered her face, letting Karen be the aggressor now as she was pushed down on the bed. Karen's hands cupped her breasts as her mouth moved from one to the other, dragging her teeth lightly across her nipples. Jess's hands urged Karen lower to the heat between her legs. Soft kisses traversed down her stomach, getting closer, through her pubic hair to the outer folds of her pussy. Karen was determined to make Jess feel as good as Jess made her feel, and paid close attention to Jess's reactions as her mouth moved over her sex. She learned Jess preferred light, quick flicks of her tongue across her clit instead of slow, hard ones. And she learned Jess was really turned on if she fingered her deeply while she tongued her clit. A second finger slid in, eliciting a small moan from Jess. Karen sat up, watching as her fingers slide in and out in Jess's slit. She tried a third finger, slowly working into her and Jess moaned louder as she slid in up to her knuckles. Karen wondered how far she could go. Her hand was slick with Jess's nectar and she introduced her pinky finger, stretching Jess's vagina, working her for several minutes until all four fingers were inside. Karen stopped and looked at Jess, who nodded eagerly, her face wet with sweat. She pulled out and ever so slowly, worked all five fingers into Jess, pushing forward, pulling back, pushing forward more, pulling back, until half of her hand was inside. Karen curled her fingers into a fist and pushed. Amazed, her whole hand disappeared in Jess's pussy. Karen moved her hand slowly, rhythmically, in and out and Jess moaned and writhed, bucking her hips. With each forward thrust, Jess let out a loud grunt, and as the thrusts came faster, Jess's grunts became louder. She arched her back and gripped the headboard, her grunts turning to shouts and, finally, a piercing scream as she came in a flood. Karen's hand was drenched and she pulled it out, lovingly licking it while an exhausted Jess watched, her entire body covered in sweat. Karen curled up against Jess, who put her arm around her, and they slept. --------------------------------------- He watched as they made love. Even though they escaped his spell tonight, he was fascinated by what he was witnessing and felt elated. He masturbated quietly and came when Jess did. He wouldn't be able to visit them tonight. Tomorrow night, though, they would all be under his control and he would have his way, especially with the one he hadn't had yet, the one called Jess. --------------------------------------- Matt caressed her back slowly, listening to her breathe deeply. She stirred, her hand rubbing his chest and she looked at him with sleepy eyes. Lin smiled, kissed his chest and felt his cock stirring between them. "Want to move to the bed?" he offered. She nodded and sat up, stretching. Matt stood and helped her to her feet, and hugged and kissed her. Strong arms scooped her up and Lin wrapped her legs around his waist, her arms around his neck. His stiffening rod pressed against her ass as he carried her to his bedroom, kissing her the whole way. In his room, he pressed her up against the wall, kissing her passionately as his now hard cock dug into her thigh. Lin shifted her body, trying to align her pussy to his member but unable to. "Oh, God, Matt! Fuck me! Fuck me hard!" she panted in his ear. To her surprise, Matt stopped and lowered her gently to the floor. "What's wrong?" she asked, concerned. "I'm sorry," he said, "I should be wearing a condom, but I don't have any. I got caught up in the moment." "It's okay," she assured him. "I'm on the pill, but if you want to be doubly safe, you can pull out before you come." Matt smiled at her. "I don't know if I'd be able to control myself. I think we better wait until I get some condoms." Lin stood on her tiptoes and kissed him deeply before taking him by the hand and leading him to his bed. She pushed him down onto his back and knelt between his legs, her hands stroking him slowly but firmly. Leaning down, she teased his knob with her tongue, tasting his salty pre-cum, smearing it over her lips. Matt reached down and pulled her body up and turning her around at the same time until his face was buried between her legs and his seven hard inches poked at her mouth. Lin wrapped her lips around his shaft as his tongue found her pussy. His hands held her buttocks firmly as his tongue flicked across her clit, making her pause and gasp. Matt raised his hips stuffing his cock deeper into her mouth, her lips stretched. Lin responded by gripping his ass, encouraging him, pulling him in. He bucked his hips as he licked her to the edge of another orgasm. Her moans were muffled by his cock, and he continued thrusting. Lin moved her tongue rapidly, coaxing and caressing, and Matt became still. "Don't stop!" he said in a hoarse whisper. "Whatever you do, don't stop!" Lin took him in all the way, her tongue milking him. Muffled moans and frantic licking between her legs told her he was close. "Oh, God, Lin!" he gasped. "When you do that I lose all control! I love how that feels! I love what your tongue is doing to my cock! Don't stop! Whatever you do, don't stop!" No one had ever talked dirty to her before, and Lin found it incredibly erotic. "Eat me, Matt! Lick my pussy! Suck on my clit!" Matt moaned and doubled his efforts, a long moan escaping from her lips. Lin shoved his cock back into her mouth, crying out as her orgasm approached. She let out a long, muffled cry as she came, and Matt's cum filled her mouth, dribbling out the corners. She swallowed and spent the next several minutes licking him clean. She crawled up next to him and fell asleep quickly.