2 comments/ 165264 views/ 3 favorites Growing Up College Ch. 1 By: FreshPeach I waved good-bye to my family and my boyfriend for what seemed like the last time, ever. I felt abandoned, alone, and quite afraid. I turned and looked at the lofty building, which, by all rights, was my new home. To me, despite the lush landscaping and beauty of the aging, ivy-covered building, it looked like a solitary confinement prison. Well, solitary, except for one detail -- my new roommate. Yes, I was going to be attending college. Alone. And very, very far from my closest friends and my beloved boyfriend, Paul. And, I had to share my already too-small space with another girl, Elizabeth. It was bad enough I had to leave him that day, but upon meeting the newest inconvenience in my life, Paul's eyes practically fell out of his head. "Call me Liz, please. Elizabeth is too, well, it's just blah." she had said to Paul, myself, and my parents, while shaking each of our hands in turn. "She's sweet," my mother commented to us over lunch, after we'd unpacked their SUV and my low-slung Mustang. Yeah, sweet. Also, drop-dead gorgeous. With curves that put Pam Anderson to shame, a perfect Baywatch tan, and blonde hair to boot, she may as well have been Satan. Paul assured me that he'd only be thinking of me until the next time I got to see him. I wasn't so sure. Feeling as though my long perfect life was over, I reluctantly climbed the stairs to my new "home," Beech Hall. I was attending a prestigious university, nestled into the Appalachian Mountains of Pennsylvania. The topnotch school boasted ski lodge-like housing, private bathrooms, "gourmet" dining, a private lake, gym, pool, tennis courts, and miles upon miles of secluded nature reserves, as well as a top-rated professorial staff and academic program. To me, it was Hell dressed up like Club Med, with the Devil herself as my tour guide. My attitude about college wasn't always so glum. In high school, I was a star cheerleader, member of the orchestra, cast member in the school's spring musical, and salutatorian. Basically, I was your typical overachiever. And, in comparison to my buxom roommate, also known as competition, my looks aren't at all horrible. My 5'5" frame, though not very tan (I tend towards sunburn and freckles), did boast round, pert breasts and a slender waist tapering to a pretty great ass and lengthy legs. My hazel eyes that reflected whatever color I wore were a perfect compliment to my dark brown hair. I generally didn't hear any complaints, especially from Paul, who had been the star pitcher/valedictorian in school. Sighing, my smile slipped a little when I stopped in front of my second floor room. Peering through the doorway, I saw that Liz's family had left, and she was unpacking some boxes, oblivious to my scrutiny. As she moved and turned about our cell, I couldn't help but glance at the graceful sway of her hips and athleticism or her leg movements. I wondered if she had been a dancer in her former, also known as high school, life. I entered the room, and she immediately stopped unpacking and looked at me, her face immediately clouding. "Jessica, you're crying," she said, concerned. I reached up to my cheek, and my fingertips dampened. A few renegade tears must have slipped through my hard-as-nails college girl veneer, while I was thinking about the abrupt loss of my family. Caught unaware by her apparent concern, I mumbled something like, "Yeah," and she handed me a tissue. She cleared a space on her bed, not yet covered in what I was sure would be a floral Laura Ashley abomination. I sat, not wanting to seem horrid, at the forefront. She sat next to me, her bare thigh barely touching mine. "Look, Jessica, I don't know how to act. I don't know if we'll be best friends or worst enemies, but I'm hoping for the former, or at least friends. I'm pretty scared about being away from home. And away from my family. But, if you'll try, I think we can make the most of this itty-bitty space." Feeling a stab of guilt for mentally calling her Satan, and for comparing her to Pam Anderson, I faked a smile and patted her hand, which she had laid on the bed near mine. "I think we can do it. Although, those curtains have to go!" I said, noticing for the first time the khaki-colored burlap sacks passing for curtains. Liz nodded. "I know what you mean. And we desperately need another rug. This carpet may serve in an ER waiting room, but I wouldn't want orange plastic chairs in here, and I don't want that, either." I smiled my first happy smile for the first time since Paul and I celebrated our last night together with a bottle of Captain Morgan's and some silk sheets. "What do you say we ditch the unpacking for a while and go explore the local mall?" Liz asked, her whiter-than-white teeth showing in a model smile. "I say you hit the nail on the head with shopping. It is one of the things I do best!" *** Later that night, after the mall had produced a pair of silky white sheer curtains, a soft throw rug, some new dresses for ourselves, dinner, and a much needed time for bonding, we lay in our separate beds, still chattering to one another over the noise of the television. It turned out that Liz had come from Philadelphia, from a family of strict politicians, and she too had been a cheerleader and the salutatorian at her high school. And, indeed, she had been a dancer. Her mother made her take ballet, but she really liked jazz, she confided. She loved animals (as I did), and often hid kittens, puppies, rabbits, and whatever else she came across in her room, because her father wouldn't allow pets in the house. We were both in our school's production of "Guys and Dolls" (she as Sarah Brown and I as Adelaide), and we both had a crush on Richard Gere. Liz was very entertaining, and I was beginning to forget my earlier misery, and beginning to look forward to the year. Long after the television programming turned into paid advertisements, we finally drifted off to sleep. *** Over the next few days, Liz and I got very little time, other than bedtime to learn about each other, because we had started classes, and the coursework was already enough to have us both in the library for hours on end. During one of our nighttime chats, about two weeks after our initial meeting, I found out that her boyfriend from home had gone to a school in Louisiana (Paul had won a baseball scholarship for a school in Boston). She seemed very ill at ease when she spoke of him. I asked her why. "Well, I think Keith will cheat on me. I mean, did you notice that he didn't even come to say good-bye to me?" "Yeah," I answered, "but, maybe it was too hard for him. But, I also worry about Paul. I think he'll try, but, in the end, boys will be boys." "No. I don't think so. I could see in his eyes that he was desperately unhappy to be leaving you. I don't think I'd cheat on you, either." She said, looking down at her hands. I followed her eyes. Her revealing chemise and lack of a bra left me to see the cleft between her full tits. I was surprised by what she had said, but even more so by how I suddenly felt turned on. I know I blushed.When she finally returned her gaze to mine, I could see the color touching her cheeks. It made me even hotter. "I mean, I don't mean to overhear you on the phone together, but I do. Her never fails to call you. And when you're on the phone, it's for a while. Keith has called me once, and it was to ask if I had taken his practice jersey." Liz said, frowning. "I'm sorry, Liz." I said, truly meaning it. "Maybe it's for the better. You could always find some nice, ripe college guy here. I know I saw Josh from 208 looking at you in the common room today." Liz blushed again and her chest heaved, causing my lust to resurge. "I guess. I don't know. I think I'm gonna get some sleep. Eight a.m. comes far too early. And so does Professor Glenn!" I giggled at the thought of our shared chemistry professor, a stooped elderly woman with a sharp tongue and eye, and a complete focus on atomic numbers, balanced equations, and entropy ... and nothing else. "I guess I'll go to sleep, too. 'Night, Liz. See you in the morning." "Yep. 'Night, Jess." With the light out, my thoughts floated from Liz's bouncing tits to Paul's throbbing cock. I was definitely feeling the pain of no sex. My fingers just weren't doing the trick, though when I thought of Paul, I was at the height of arousal. Finally, my loss slipping away, I was near sleep. I was nearly gone when I heard a small moan come from Liz's side of the room. Well, at least someone can get off, I thought dreamily as I finally drifted off. *** It was almost a week later when I came in from my Friday night film class to find Liz sobbing into her pillow, the cordless phone lying next to her, looking strikingly like a venemous snake. Instinctively, I sat on the bed next to her and gathered her into my arms. "Shh, Liz. It's all right. Hush, baby. Calm down. What happened?" I murmured, as she clung to me. Even her flimsy tee shirt was damp with tears. With the air conditioning on High, her nipples were poking through the damp cotton, into my arms. Between sobs, she gasped out, "Keith broke up with me." I continued to rock Liz like a baby, cursing Keith aloud and my gathering lust silently until she was calm enough to talk. "He called just twenty minutes ago. I was so excited. He ended it quickly, thanking me for the fucking during high school. He said he found a new whore. That's how he put it, the bastard! He called her a 'new' whore. I guess that makes me the old whore, huh." She laughed sarcastically. "No, Liz. You couldn't be a whore if you tried. You're perfect. He had no right to..." my sentence was broken off by one of the singularly most shocking experiences of my life. Liz kissed me. Full and hard on my mouth. I backed away in surprise. Immediately Liz apologized. "Oh, God, Jess! I'm so sorry. I didn't..." she trailed off as she looked into my hungry eyes. "I've never done anything like this," I confessed, eager to try and nervous at the same time. "I haven't either. But I've been thinking about it since I met you. You're gorgeous ... and I want you." Liz said boldly, no trace of the spurned girl I'd found only fifteen minutes prior. I hadn't heard more wonderful words since Paul had told me he loved me. Paul. Damn. The memory of him crashed back to life. Then, my reasonable self began to battle my horny self. Liz hesitantly removed her damp shirt, revealing perfect tits and two hard brown nipples against a blank white background. The white triangles on her breasts were reminiscent of a very brief bikini. My horny self won. I reached out, my hand shaking, and laid my fingertips on one of her diamond hard nipples. I then pulled her to me, placing my free hand into her lush hair and pulling her lips gently to mine. I continued to work her nipple with my finger until I felt her moan into my mouth. I started to pull away, when she pushed me down onto her pillows. We continued our kiss as she deftly lifted my top, breaking our kiss only to pull it over my head. She worked the clasps of my white lace demi bra, and pulled it from my arms. Her slender fingers worked my delicate pink nipples while my hands ran up and down the sweet length of her bare back. She lifted herself off of me, arching her back as a way to show her perfect tits off to me from a new angle. This time, I pulled her onto the bed. My hands moved as if under a puppetmaster's pull. I unfastened my jeans and pulled them off, revealing a white lace thong covering my perfect, smooth ass. I turned around, bending to remove to last of my clothing, aside from my panties. When I turned back to Liz, I found that she had already removed her pajama bottoms and whatever scant panties she may or may not have been wearing. She reached for my panties, but I pulled away. I moved her to the center of the bed very carefully, and laid her head on the pillows. With one last smile at her, I began kissing and nibbling my way from her neck to her voluptuous tits. I worked each nipple thoroughly, causing her to moan and writhe. Soon, she was begging for more. It was very akin to tormenting Paul before finally swallowing his huge cock. But this was new for both of us, and I wanted to savor it. Finally she began to finger herself and push my head southwards. I complied. Laying a few parting kisses over her flat belly and her barely there pubic mound, I found what she was looking for and began to caress her hooded clitoris with my sharp tongue, using a few more choice moves learned with the head of Paul's dick. Soon enough she was dripping down my chin, filling our shared room with the scent of hot, sticky sex. I felt my panties moisten to the point of needing wrung out. I sped things up just a bit by inserting one, then two fingers into her hot, tight, waiting hole. Her immediate response was a shriek. I felt her vaginal muscles tighten and relax repeatedly on my fingers as I continued to assault her clit with my tongue, wondering, not for the first time, how it must feel to have a big cock inside a woman. After she finally relaxed and her breathing steadied, she sat up. "All right, honey. You've had your fun. Now give Lizzy a turn." The devilish glint in her eye made my pulse quicken. She lowered me to where she'd been on the bed. I felt her hot juices on my legs as she took my position. She slid my thong down my legs, tortuously slow. "Ohhhh please," I moaned. Liz laughed. "What goes around comes around." Smiling still, she lowered herself onto me, so were breast to breast, belly to belly, and pussy to pussy. She moved my legs wide apart with her own, and slid one of her perfectly toned thighs against my already-throbbing cunt lips. She started her torment with kissing me long and deep, using her expert tongue to explore mine. She pulled away after a few moments, with a slick smile. "I love how I taste on you." I could only smile a breathless smile. She continued with a few well chosen kisses on my lips and then onto my breasts. She looked up at me, her mouth barely millimeters from one hardened nipple. "Has Paul ever told you that you have the most perfect tits in all the universe?" I shook my head, hoping it was a semblance of yes. She smiled wickedly, "Good." Then she plopped her lips down onto my nipple, while working the other with a free hand. As soon as she moved onto the next one, and I was expecting her other hand to play with the exposed nipple, she surprised me and shoved three long fingers into my slick hole. My back arched as I came. I felt myself tightening against her fingers. She only smiled against my tit, never stopping the thrust of her perfect fingers. As soon as I relaxed, she moved her mouth to my hole, and began to lick and suck every bit of my pussy, concentrating a great deal on my clit. As she fucked my slit with her tongue, I came again, this time squirting my juices onto her face. She moaned, and I watched her hand venture down to her own wet clit. She quickly rubbed herself off, while continuing to eat me out. We came together, one final time. Liz recovered first, and managed to crawl up next to me and wrap her arms around me. I pulled her coverlet over our quickly chilling bodies, and in those last few moments of wakefulness, I was thankful that the next day was Saturday. *** To Be Continued... *** Growing Up College Ch. 2 Chapter 2: Three's Company *** "Saturday!" I gasped, sitting up in bed so fast, that the rush caused my head to hurt. The ten o'clock sun streamed into the window at an angle that struck my sleep-puffed eyes and made them water. Liz rolled over, rubbing her eyes against the harsh morning light. "Yeah... Saturday. Also known as 'Let's-Sleep-In-'Til-One-Day.' Gosh, Jess, have you completely forgotten weekends since we've been here?" I looked down at Liz. She was still nude, the coverlet barely covering her breasts. I felt a flash of heat to my cheeks as I remembered the passion between us only a night before. I watched as Liz's gaze sauntered up my nude body, my tits fully exposed. She smiled at me, and I knew I had nothing to regret. "Yes, Liz. I remember what Saturdays are for. But Paul's coming up today, remember?" "Oh," she sighed, removing her gaze from mine, "What do we do?" "I don't think you have a problem to solve. I do. You're boyfriend free, at least." Liz shrugged. "But, it was my fault." "I think we're both to blame. But, I don't want any apologies because it was great. If you're okay with it, I wouldn't mind doing it more," I smiled at her, "maybe even right now." She smiled up at me as her fingers extended to my fully aroused nipple. Her tender touch on the aureola and nipple caused my pussy to lubricate. I wanted her again, and began to pull her into my embrace, but she stopped me, causing me to frown. "I have an idea," she said, leaning over my lap and giving my a good look at her perfect tan ass, only marked by the thin white lines where a thong had been. When she righted herself, she had a long, thick dildo in her hand and that model-perfect smile on her face. I knew I had to tell Paul about us. *** We dragged ourselves out of bed around one, but it wasn't because we'd fallen back asleep. I was almost sore from the pounding we'd both taken from what I'd learned was a double-long dildo, perfect for both of our cock-hungry cunts. We'd also decided what to do about Paul. I wasn't expecting him until before dinnertime, because he all ready had baseball calisthenics, "training for the coming season," he'd told me on the phone one night when I'd asked why. Liz was going to supper with some girls from our hall, and Paul and I were going to a local Thai restaurant alone. He thought we were going to the have the room to ourselves (and, originally, we were), but I decided to just surprise him with Liz when we got back. The plans arranged, Liz and I spent the rest of the afternoon in the room, exploring one another and doing homework. *** Paul showed up to my room at around half past four, bearing a bouquet of daisies and a lot of hugs and kisses. I saw a flash of jealousy in Liz's eyes as I put them in a vase. He looked especially handsome to me. Maybe it was because I was feeling so alive after Liz's and my encounter. Or perhaps it was because we'd been apart for too long. Or maybe it was a combination of the two. Paul's dark brown hair, shades darker than even mine had deepened and lost the lightening of the summer sun. His gold-flecked brown eyes, shining with intelligence, reflected the smile on his face. Standing around 5'10," his body always that hugged mine perfectly in bed rippled with sleek, baseball-toned muscles. "So, how are you girl's getting on together?" he asked innocently as I put the finishing touches on my makeup. Liz and I exchanged glances and I suddenly couldn't wait to reveal just how well things had become. "Pretty good. I do have to tell you, though, Jess is a real pig." Liz said, gesturing to the spotless desk. I was a bit of a neat freak, and Paul and Liz shared a laugh at my expense. "Ha Ha, you two. Come on, Paul. I'm thinking the Thai food won't keep while you listen to Liz's comedy act." I said, eager to eat and return. "Okay, okay. Her majesty beckons." Paul said, executing a ladylike curtsey, that made him look more like an overstuffed rooster than a woman of court. It had the desired effect and Liz and I were still giggling as we left. *** After dinner, we headed back to the dorm. Paul had been perfect. I only hoped he wouldn't hate me after tonight. After all, I did love him. "I can't wait to be with you tonight, baby," he said as we walked down my hall. I smiled, feeling a similar yen. He reached my door first, an instinctively turned the knob, seeming surprised that it swung open. I walked in past him, noticing that Liz had only turned on our desk lamps and lit candles all around the room. It gave the room a warm, seductive feel. Paul followed me in, apprehensively. To my surprise, Liz wasn't in the room. The I heard her voice behind us, "Oh, sorry guys. I had to go to Ashley's room for a corkscrew." Paul and I turned in unison. Liz was standing, silhouetted by the bright light of the hallway so that we could see the stunning outline of her curvaceous body through the pink satin chemise she'd chosen on a recent trip to the mall. I had the same one in dandelion yellow. In one hand, she held the bottle of white wine we had our sorority friend Samantha purchase for us, and in the other, the aforementioned corkscrew. Paul gasped, and turned to me quickly, his usually tanned cheeks flushed. I almost burst out laughing at his reaction. Liz swept past him, and stood next to me, facing Paul. I felt uncomfortable, but highly turned on by the sight of Liz. I glanced down to Paul's khakis, and as I expected, they had begun to bulge. I was positive I could hear him curse his choice of boxer shorts over briefs. Again, I had to choke back laughter. I moved to him. "It's all right, honey. She turns me on, too." I saw Liz's smile before I saw Paul's look of complete horror. I was hoping it was because he wasn't sure whether to believe it or not. I was enjoying his torment for some reason. To ease his pain, I closed the door, shutting off the excessive light. Then, swiftly, I plucked at the single knot that was holding the gather on the bust of dress shut. My freed breasts now tumbled over the loose material. Liz relieved herself of her burdens and moved up behind me and wound one hand around my waist and the other to my exposed nipple, all the while, concentrating on Paul. I could almost hear his jaw drop, and I watched as his pants bulged out even more. I smiled at him. "Ladies," he choked out, "please tell me what's going on." I looked at him, my smile faltering, "Uh, well, last night, Liz and I... well we..." Paul clasped his hands and looked skyward. "Oh, God, thank you!" he said. It was too much for Liz, who began to laugh so hard, she had to lean against the wall for support. "So, you're not mad at me?" I asked, suddenly meek. He moved to me, enclosing me in his muscular arms. "Oh, baby, no. I love you ... and frankly, I always wished for something like this. Just as long as you don't leave me for anyone else." I smiled up at him, "Never." Liz had recovered from the giggles and was standing upright, her nipples poking hard against the slight nightie. I moved back and slipped the remainder of my dress down over my hips and let it puddle at my still-heeled toes. "I thought maybe we could try to expand our experiment into a threesome?" I suggested. Paul could only nod. I think if it hadn't been for Liz watching, he may have cried tears of joy. We moved the rest of the way into the serenely lit room, and Liz poured us each a drink. I drank mine slowly, enjoying the cool trails it made down my that. I giggled once more, not fully used to the light headed feeling of alcohol and lust, as Paul and I rarely had access to them both at once. I set my glass down and moved toward Paul. Seeing that the wine was loosening him up rapidly, I settled into his lap and began to unbutton his shirt. Once I had his bare chest exposed, Liz joined us, free of her chemise. We began a duel assault on his bared skin, kissing and nibbling our way down his neck, chest, and tummy. Paul laid back, enjoying the wet heat of our kisses. When we had both made our way his waistband, we turned to one another and embraced, tit against tit. Paul groaned and reached for our nipples. He rolled the about between his capable fingers as we kissed hot and hard. Not able to handle anymore, he unbuttoned his khakis. I could see the white and red heart boxers I had bought him from the GAP as a gag gift for Valentine's Day. Liz and I smiled at each other as we freed Paul of his shoes, socks, and pants. My breath caught as I admired his full uncircumcised erection rising from a mesh of neatly trimmed curls, his purple head covered in precum already. I heard Liz sigh, her eyes widening at his size. I felt proud suddenly, and licked my lips in anticipation. I felt Paul's eyes on me, and looked up at him one moment before I moved to him, and licked his glistening head and then bobbed my lips down, taking his entire rigid cock into my mouth. Paul gasped again, trusting his hips forward slightly, allowing his member to push farther down my throat. Liz gasped. I again felt a surge of pride. I wanted to share him, so I removed my lips and looked toward her. "You try." I said, my eyes gleaming. I was glad when she smiled and nodded to me. She lowered her head nearly as far as I did, but as Paul's hips rose to meet her mouth, she gagged and backed off. I giggled as Paul groaned in satisfaction at the sound of Liz's reaction. Soon, Liz and I were licking and sucking him together, kissing each other and groping the other's tits in the process. As we picked up the tempo, Paul's groan deepened and grew more frequent. Soon enough, he pushed us off of him. Liz and I dropped to our knees next to one another and, automatically, I reached up and began jacking his dick, aiming it at our faces. Soon, he was shooting loads of hot creamy cum onto us. I suspected he hadn't been masturbating regularly, because it seemed like he came for a very long time, and both Liz and I were dripping from our combined saliva and Paul's jism. Liz reached out a finger and rubbed one of my erect nipple, wiping a drop of cum from it. She put it to her mouth and smiled, at me and then, up at Paul, who looked quite at ease. "Oh, man, that was hot. You girls are wonderful," he said, reaching for his drink. All I could do was smile, eagerly anticipating more to come. Luckily, I didn't have to wait long, as Liz pushed me back against the soft carpet (at that moment I was glad we'd invested in it... I didn't want the painful rugburn I assumed the former carpet would have given) and dipped her anxious mouth between my quivering thighs and began to lick and suck for all she was worth. It didn't hake her long to set me off on my own series of orgasms. I guess my moans and shouts had gotten Paul excited once more, because he was standing behind Liz's raised ass, stroking his hard cock. Liz looked up and caught my eye, and followed my gaze to Paul's rod. She looked back to me. "Is it okay if Paul fucks me while I eat you out. I need to know to know what it feels like." I only nodded, wanting her to get back to my extremely sensitive clit. Paul knew when to take a hint, luckily, and he kneeled down at bit, and reached around to her cunt, feeling that it was already dripping. He grabbed hold of her hips and positioned himself. I swear I saw him lick his lips and he thrust into her. I felt the abrupt push and Liz's moan against my pussy, and it drove me into another spasmodic orgasm. Paul pumped his cock into her tight hole hard, but slow. Tormenting her as only he knew how. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and she raised her head and commanded, "Fuck me faster, dammit. I want to cum on your girlfriend." I smiled and pulled myself back, watching and enjoyed the show as Paul, indeed, fucked Liz faster. His tempo increased to such a rapid pace that he made her cum within minutes of her command. At the peak of her orgasm, she scooted over to my face, and I obliged by licking and sucking her clit until she came fiercely, nearly collapsing. Paul obviously found this too much to take alone and move to me, positioning my legs on his shoulders and ramming my sensitive pussy as fast as he could. Within moments, he was pumping another hot load deep inside me, setting off one more round of orgasms. I felt my vaginal muscles tighten and relax, almost as if I was milking his sperm from him. As soon as we'd all wound down from our frenzied fuck, we moved to my bed. We all cuddled to one another on the double bed, and as I dozed between Liz and Paul, I knew this was the beginning of something wonderful. *** To be continued... Growing Up College Ch. 3 Chapter 3: ...But Four is a Party *** The Monday morning after Paul's visit was a blur. He hadn't left until late Sunday afternoon, and Liz and I had stayed up late chitchatting as only roommates can. I was exhausted and I knew I looked a wreck. That's why I was surprised when a handsome guy in my Sociology class struck up a conversation with me. "Hi. You're Jessica, right?" A male voice asked me. I raised my head to look at him. He was turned around in the row of seats just in front of me. "Oh, yeah." Was my ingenious reply. He flashed me a lopsided grin. He was wearing cute, tortoiseshell glasses and a tee shirt. He had a look of an East Coast prep school academic. His blonde curly locks gave him sort of a West Coast surfer boy style. I was charmed, so I tried my best to give him a winning, cheerleader smile. I was hoping that I had nothing in my teeth. "I'm Tim. I've noticed you around campus. You know ... you and a blonde girl." "Oh yeah? That must be my roommate, Liz." I leaned forward, suddenly wishing I had worn something more revealing. "You got a boyfriend?" Tim asked, again with the grin. This time, two identical dimples popped onto his suntanned cheeks. I leaned back, instantly ashamed. "Oh, yeah. I've got one back home." Tim kept smiling at me. He must've known I was melting. "Well, that's cool. But, I hope you know that's not going to stop me from asking you to stop by my house's party on Friday." I grinned back at him, brushing my hair from my eyes. I was praying that my charm was still on. "You're house, hmm? And which one would that be?" Tim laughed, "Why, you picky about where you party?" "Maybe, but if you'll be there, I guess I can ignore the lack of hors d'oeuvres and waiters in tuxedos." I giggled. Tim laughed back, "Well, I'll see what I can talk my brothers into. But, no promises, okay? If you're extra nice, maybe I can get you a bottle of red wine." "Thank you, monsieur." "De nada, milady. We're at Phi Beta Kappa. It's on the far right corner of that Greek Quad. I hope you'll come. And, feel free to bring your friends." Tim smiled again, and Dr. Rheas dimmed the lights to begin class. *** "Oh yeah? Phi Beta Kappa? They're the soccer house on campus." Liz said to me when I told her about the party on Friday. "Who's the guy?" "He said his name was Tim." I replied. I was still unsure about going. I knew if I drank, I'd most likely need someone to make sure I didn't hook up while I was there. But, with Tim as my host, I wasn't sure I wanted the sitter. "What will Paul think?" Liz asked, munching on a slice of three-cheese pizza. I sighed. "I don't know." Our friend Ashley piped up, "I think we should go. I mean, we're not going to be bad ... well ... maybe not." Another friend from our hall, Alicia, joined in. "I'm going to go. Jess... just don't worry about Paul. I have Steve at home. They never have to know," she said with a wink. I nodded guiltily "Besides," Liz said, "partying with frat boys is why we came to college right? Well, other than the food, that is," she dropped her slice disgustedly and took a long drink of Pepsi. We all laughed at her. I guess the decision had been made. Phi Beta Kappa, here we come. *** Friday night came quickly. Liz and I met Ashley and Alicia in Alicia's room and we got ready together. We had gone shopping following Monday night's supper in eager anticipation. I was wearing a deep plum tube dress that bared maximum cleavage and thigh, platform sandals, and nothing else. I figured that if I chickened out with Tim, I'd at least have Liz post-party. She was wearing a turquoise blue halter dress with a deep V. It really emphasized her tan and blonde hair. I was sure she'd get herself a man faster than Mike Tyson can fight a match. When we arrived at the house, the party was already in full swing. I spotted Tim almost immediately, and he saw me. I could tell he was about 6' or so, with a long sleek frame. Images of what his abs and regions south might look like sprung to my mind. I blushed. He smiled that famous smile and strolled over, carrying five bottles of beer. He handed us the bottles, keeping one for himself, and swung his arms about Liz and I. "Ladies! I'm Tim, and I'll be your maitre 'd!" he said, ostentatiously. I laughed at the other girls confused looks. Alicia tapped me. I turned back to her and she shouted to me over the din, "Ash and I are going to look around. Don't be a pussy, Jess!" she gave me the thumbs off, and hooked arms with Ashley. Tim escorted us to the bar. He leaned over it and shouted "My lovely guests have arrived!" The bartender looked up and smiled, moving toward us. He was nearly as tall as Tim and just as handsome. He had deep tan skin that could only be Italian and, of course, waves of thick black hair. He extended his hand to Liz, first. "Un mio piacere, la mia signora." Liz's eyes widened and the bartender smiled, "It means 'A pleasure, my lady.' I'm minoring in Italian. I want to live there. I'm Mike." Liz smiled instantly. I could tell she was in love. "I'm Liz," was all she could say. Tim slid his arm around me. "And this is Jessica. She's the most gorgeous thing I've ever seen," he proclaimed to Mike. I was more than a little embarrassed until Mike gave a look at Liz and said, "I could almost agree. Buon Signore! Two perfect girls in one room? Thank you for college!" Mike whistled and another boy swung around the bar as he let himself out and joined us. "Now we can party!" Tim proclaimed. "Can we give you ladies that grand tour?" I nodded, afraid my voice wouldn't be heard over the loud party. Tim took my hand and lead me through the crush of people and down a flight of crowded steps. Liz and Mike weren't far behind. We seemed to be in a basement. The walls, ceiling, and floor were painted black, and spray painted with lots of glow-in-the-dark paint. There were a few raised areas, and on one sat a DJ. He was choosing songs from an I-Mac while a skinny blonde ground in his lap. He was happily nursing a bottle of Miller Genuine Draft. On another platform were two poles, where a group of scantily clad girls were grinding and sliding up and down. On the far wall there was another bar. It was made of glass block with lights behind it. And everywhere else in the room, people danced. Some were grinding, some dancing to the beat, and others, slow dancing to their own music. Tim pulled me to the middle. He leaned to my ear, "This is the dance floor." He put his hands on my hips and I guided my self to one of his hips and danced very tightly to him. I turned my self away and rubbed my ass into him. I felt his hard on immediately pushing into my back. I smiled and drained my beer. I looked to Liz. She and Mike were dancing, as well. Tim took my empty bottle and turned me back to him. "More?" he asked. I nodded and he went to the bar. I went to Liz and Mike. Liz smiled and Mike grabbed me by the waist, pulling me tight. Liz and I each to a side and ground against him. Tim returned and slid the drink into my hand and his arms around my waist. Soon, the four of us had sort of a dancing orgy. We were grinding and dancing and drinking and both Liz and I were laughing uncontrollably. Tim leaned to my ear again and asked if I wanted to go upstairs. I nodded again and winked at Liz. He led me back upstairs, through the crowd, and up another flight of stairs. He took me to nice sized room with two double beds. "Welcome to Chez Tim. I'll be right back. Don't move a muscle." I stood, glancing around my surroundings. I figured that Mike must be his roommate because they were in a few pictures together. Soon, Tim came back carrying two glasses of wine and the bottle in an ice bucket. He handed me a glass, "Your red, milady. To you." "To you," I raised my glass and let the silken liquid slide down my throat. I set down my glass and perched on the bed. Tim sat with me. Wordlessly, I reached to him and pulled his mouth to mine. The mingled taste of wine and heat melted our bodies together and he eased me back into the bed. After a few probing kisses, Tim sat up, his trademark grin in place. "You don't hesitate, huh?" "Not when I want something." I said, any inhibitions long drowned. Tim's looks clouded. "Are you sure you want this, Jess? I don't want to take advantage of you." I smiled coyly and stood, unzipping my dress. I left it slide to the floor. Stepping out of my sandals, I moved to his lap. "Is that enough of a yes?" I asked, smiling. Tim's jaw dropped. "You have my vote, babe." Quickly, he unbuttoned his shirt and removed his shoes, socks, and pants. His torso was better than I hoped, perfectly carved and tanned. I crawled to the end of the bed and trailed my finger against the slight blonde hairs on his abdomen. When I reached the waistband of his boxer shorts, I tugged them down over his stiff cock. I gasped at his size and suddenly felt the need to be filled. Suddenly, the door opened and we both looked at the door. Liz and Mike stumbled in, half-naked and laughing. They turned and saw us, wide eyed. To my surprise, Mike grinned. "Starting early, Tim? I wanted to see the show for myself, but it's cool." He looked to me and his eyes widened. "Damn!" was all he managed. Liz giggled and stumbled over to the bed. I was still shocked. I looked at Tim. He was smiling at me. "I hope it's all right, girls. I thought we could all have fun." I just looked to Liz, who was smiling at me. Her halter was unfastened and the pink of her nipples were peeking out over the blue over her dress. I just shrugged and pushed Liz back onto the bed and started suckling those perfect nipples. I heard the united gasp of Mike and Tim. I guess the recovered quickly because soon I felt strong hands around my waist. I looked up momentarily and Tim was pulling me down to the edge of the bed. I was mouth-level with Liz's pussy so I just ducked my head and began to eat her out. I heard Mike's voice say, "Oh, man! This is so hot!" I felt Tim's fingers on my clit and I cried out against the Liz's silken skin. Then, I felt Tim's long, hard dick enter me. I moaned again and I heard Liz moan. I felt hands in my hair, grinding my face into Liz's snatch, so I just worked harder. When I felt her cumming I stopped and called Mike. "Here, hon. Take over." Mike pulled Liz's legs around him and put his big dick into her. Liz threw her head back in an instantaneous orgasm and I smiled. I then felt Tim's finger on my asshole and I smiled. I couldn't wait to have that hard cock in my ass. Soon he was probing me with his fingers and I was near an orgasm. I pulled away from him when I heard Liz's moans quiet. "Hey, Mike. Come here, please." Mike obliged and stood next to Tim. I led them both to the vacant bed. I instructed Tim to sit on the bed, and he did. I, in turn, sat my willing asshole on his fat cock, crying out in pain and pleasure. When I adjusted to him, I leaned back and asked Mike to put his cock in my cunt, which he did torturously slow. I finally felt their hard cocks deep inside me, barely separated by a few tissues. I was in heaven as we moved in sync. Soon, I was bouncing up and down very hard and Mike was moaning, trying to hold off his orgasm. He played with my tits almost reverently. Tim, on the other hand, grabbed my tits and mashed them about in his hands. "Take my cock you little slut!" Tim growled in my ear. Finally my release came hard and fast. I felt Tim grab a handful of hair and pull my head back. My screams picked up tempo, as did my thrusts. Soon, Mike's head was back and he was slamming his cock into me. "Take my load, bitch!" Tim grunted. Finally, I felt his hot cum slam into me, filling my asshole. Almost an instant later, my pussy was milking Mike's dick and his seed spilled into me. The combined sensations caused me to cum again, spasming wildly, and shouting incoherently. Finally all lay still. Liz was at our side, her hands on her hips. She had shed her dress, and her tits heaved when she talked. "When do I get my turn?" All Mike and Tim could do was groan. They pulled out of me and collapsed onto the bed. I stood, aching. I took Liz's hand and took her to the other bed. "C'mon, let's give 'em something to think about." I laid on the bed and Liz straddled my face. I eagerly lapped at her dripping quim. She massaged my clit with her able fingers until I was wet again. Then, she bent over and licked at my smooth cunt lips and clitoris. Soon, the boys' shadow's fell over us. They were each holding their huge cocks in their hands, looking an awful lot like hungry wolves. Liz climbed off of me and I stood. Mike laid in my place and Liz bent down and began to lick and suck his balls and that glorious dick. Without and prompt, Tim rammed his dick into her ready and waiting pussy. I straddled Mike's face and he took up where Liz left off. Soon, I felt my release coming again and I felt my juices gush out and I squirted all over Mike's face. I heard Liz's moans around Mike's cock, and assumed she was also cumming. I stood and Tim pulled his cock out of Liz. "Jess, my slut, come here," Tim beckoned. I went to him. Mike also stood by Tim. Liz and I got on our knees in front of the boys. We took turns kissing one another and taking the boys cocks into our mouths. Soon, we heard their combined moans and began to jack them off. Mike came first. He spurted his hot load onto my face and hair and some onto Liz's face and tits. The sight made Tim cum and his load was even bigger. A lot of it ended up on my face, but Liz got her share. Liz and I then went at it, kissing and licking the salty jism mixture from each other. Spent, we each climbed into bed. I curled next to Tim and sleep came immediately. *** Epilogue The following year, I transferred to a larger university in to city, as did Paul. I graduated from there with a BA in Biology. I went on to get my Masters and my Doctorate. I married Paul. I kept in contact with Liz all through graduate school, but we never saw each other. Neither of us ever forgot our freshman year, however. I doubt we ever will.