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Orientation

By: fagboy19



CHAPTER ONE: ORIENTATION

Wesley Bower looked around the campus, more than a little nervous. He was seeing his college campus for the first time since his visit, and now he was having second thoughts. Why did I pick a school so far from everyone I've ever known? he wondered, feeling disconsolate and alone. Well, no use having second thoughts, he decided, stretching his arms, turning to survey the people around him.

Wesley was, to put it in simple turns, hot. Every girl that walked by him had to look twice. He was wearing a pair of khaki cargo shorts, Birkenstocks, and a tight American Eagle shirt that showed off his swimmer's body. 

The campus was larger than some he'd seen, but still small enough that it wasn't a bad walk from the dorm area to the auditorium where they'd be having the freshman orientation. Wes enjoyed the walk, just taking in the sight of the campus in the late summertime. It was completely different from the way it looked when he had done his college visit, in December. It was now full of green life, a line of oak trees casting shade onto the walkway he traversed.

As he walked Wes casually looked around, and noticed someone that he had never seen before (not surprised, seeing how this was his second visit to the college). The guy was tall, about 6"1, with short cut blonde hair that was stylishly spiked. He was wearing a pair of Wrangler jeans and a green polo shirt that displayed his jock body to its fullest. 

Wes couldn't help but stare, but quickly stopped himself. Stop, man, he told himself firmly. This is your chance to start off normal, without anyone knowing anything about me. Especially that. 

Werner Auditorium was centrally located on the campus, and it wasn't too difficult to find, even without the throng of people flocking too it. As he walked up the steps to enter the auditorium hot Wrangler jock brushed by him, sending a jolt through Wesley's body. 

"Oh, sorry bout that," Wrangler said, turning to grin sheepishly. "I'm just in a hurry. I still haven't gotten my room key." He held out his hand. "I'm Devon." 

Wes took his hand, hoping that his didn't tremble as they shook hands. "I'm Wesley, but you can call me Wes." He walked past Devon and entered the building, unable to resist glancing back and looking over Devon's nice butt.

"it's a great view, isn't it?" Wes jumped, startled, and a little embarrassed to be caught staring at another guy's ass. The girl he saw grinning at him was shorter than him with shoulder length hair that was fiery red, but you could tell it wasn't her natural color. "I don't blame you for admiring it." She held out her hand. "Hi, I'm Skye."

Wes shook her hand. "I'm Wes," he said. 

"Well its good to meet you," Skye said brightly. "I was wondering when I would meet a homo today."

"Excuse me?" Wes raised an eyebrow, giving her an appraising look. 

"Well, gay guys are the most fun to hang out with. Every other guy I've met today have either been staring at my chest—"

"Well, your breasts are very large," Wes commented.

"—or drooling at my ass."

"Once again, large." Wes grinned. "Don't worry, I won't do either of those. Unless I'm drunk, and then I have a tendency to want to feel girls up."

Skye laughed at that. "Don't we all?" She noticed Wes' shocked look. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. Geez, I can tell you're going to be fun."

They made their way into the auditorium and sat down in the first empty chairs they found. Wes looked toward the stage and saw Devon making his way back from the front, clutching what was obviously a key. Once again Skye caught him staring. "he carries the possibility," she said.

Wes, obviously not following gaze her a quizzical look. "Huh?"

"He carries the possibility," Skye repeated.

"What possibility?" Wes asked, glancing toward him again.

"Of being gay, my friend." Wes couldn't help it, he burst out laughing, which Sky did not like too much. "Why are you laughing?"

"Because that's ridiculous! He definitely has that All American, frat boy, bang every girl he sees kinda look to him. There's no way he's gay."

"So you don't think any of the frat boys are gay?" Skye rolled her eyes, giving him a pitying look. "You are so naïve my friend."

Wes ignored her chiding remarks, instead his gaze followed Devon further from the stage. He passed row after row of seats . . . Until he was standing right next to the empty seat on Wes' left.

"Do you mind if I sit here?" Devon asked rubbing his hand on the back of his head in a way that was almost comical. 

"No, not at all," Wes said, nodding toward the seat. Devon let out a sigh of relief and sat down. Wes took a deep breath and fixed his attention straight ahead, where the Dean of Students was just getting up to speak. Its gonna be a long meeting, Wes sighed. 

As the first official orientation wrapped up Sky, Wesley and Devon stood, all three looking thoroughly confused. "Is it just me," Devon asked, "or did he sound like he was speaking with pudding in his mouth?"

"Definitely pudding," Skye agreed. "Tapioca pudding." She made a face at that, earning her a look from the guys. "What? I don't like tapioca pudding."

The three stepped out of the auditorium into the summer sun and heat. 

"A long walk back to the dorms," Skye sighed.

"Well, I'm gonna drive my car." Devon paused, looking at his slip of paper. "It says Hartford Hall. I have no idea where Hartford Hall is."

"Hartford? That's the dorm I'm in," Wes said. "It's the last dorm before you see the track field, over by the athletic center."

"Oh, ok, I know where that is," Devon said brightly. "I would offer you guys a ride, but my car is filled with all of my shit. There's barely room for me to drive."

"I have no problem with walking," Wes said brightly. "it's a nice day out." He started on his way, whistling a pretty cheerful tune. Devon headed off toward the parking lot, and Skye went the opposite direction, toward her dorm. 

As he walked Wes kept thinking about Devon. The way his legs looked in those jeans . . . The way his ass looked in those jeans . . . The way his arms and chest looked in that tight polo . . . Damn it, keep this up, Bower, you'll be popping a stiffy. And then that would be an uncomfortable walk to the dorm. 

Wes tried to focus on other things, thinking about how he was an official college student, and how he no longer had any parents to control his every move. His parents had always been over protective and controlling, but he didn't hold that against them. Ok, he did a little, but not seriously. He understood that they simply wanted the best for him. 

Although that didn't change the way they reacted to him coming out. Change subject, Wes commanded mentally, and as he did some guy came jogging up to him. He was cute, with kind of thick, wavy brown hair and the sweetest powder blue eyes. He was carrying fliers, and he handed one to Wes.

"Hi, I'm Cameron, and I'm the President of this school's chapter of the Gay Straight Student Alliance, and I just wanted to give you this flier, which lets you know a little more about us, and tells you when we usually meet, and what kind of activities we do."

"Um, thanks," Wes said, glancing at it, folding it up and putting it in his pocket. "I'll read it when I get to my dorm."

Cameron flashed him a dazzling smile. "Thanks." He waved goodbye and then jogged off, toward where a few other people were handing out fliers too. Wes let himself watch him go for a moment, before continuing on his way to his dorm.

Damn, he thought, I've only been on campus for like 4 hours and I've already met two hot guys. 

*

Wes arrived at his dorm about ten minutes later, feeling kind of icky. He unlocked his door and stepped into the cool air of his room and sighed, thankful for the relief. He peeled the tight shirt off, glad to get the sticky fabric off of his skin. He used it to wipe the sweat from his chest and neck, and tossed it onto his bed. 

That's when he noticed the bed on the other side of the room had things laying on it. I guess my roommate's here. He was curious to meet him, but figured it could wait until he had a nap. 

At that moment the door to the bathroom opened, and Wes turned, and was greeted with a startling sight: his roommate was standing there, completely nude. Even more startling was the fact that his roommate was Devon.

*

CHAPTER TWO: MEETINGS

Devon looked up from drying his hair and his eyes widened. "What are you doing here?" He was still completely naked. In fact he seemed totally oblivious to how naked he was.

"Um, this is my dorm room," Wes answered, his mouth dry. "So I guess we're roommates."

Devon grinned. "I guess so!" He saw that Wes was still staring, and gave him a confused look. "What is it dude? You need in the shower or something?"

Wes broke his stare and nodded. "Huh? Oh, yeah, I feel disgusting. I really need a shower." He walked over to his suitcase and pulled a towel and his shower kit out. A cold shower, he thought with a tiny shudder, once again glancing at Devon's naked body. Devon had a nice athletic body, not too ripped, but not completely flabby, either. His nice pecs were topped by nickel-sized nipples, copper against his bronze tan. His chest and arms were devoid of hair, making him seem even sexier. His stomach wasn't washboard, but it was definitely defined. The only hair on his body was the trimmed bush around his cock, which was the same blonde as his head. His cock, which was completely soft, was a good 5 inches without erection, and Wes' mind reeled as he tried to decide how big it would be hard.

"Well, dude, the shower's yours," Devon said, gesturing toward the bathroom.

"Thanks," Wes croaked, entering the bathroom quickly. He pushed the door shut, and then made sure it was locked. He quickly stripped out of his shorts and boxers, releasing his own erect member. He turned the shower on, blasting the cold water. He stepped under it, gave a little squeal and stepped back out.

Movies lie . . . Cold showers didn't make me any less horny, just cold. He reached down instinctively and started tugging on his cock. It felt great. With all the stress of moving to college he hadn't been able to get himself off for about a week. 

He turned the water in the shower over to warm, and stepped back in, still stroking himself. He leaned his head against the wall, settling in for a long session.

*

Wes stepped out of the shower about 45 minutes later and looked around. He was kind of disappointed that Devon wasn't in there. He pulled his shorts back on and felt something in his pocket. He reached down and pulled the flier about the Gay Straight Student Alliance. He looked it over, debating whether or not he would go. It said that their first informational meeting would be at 5:30 that evening. 

He pulled his shirt on over his head and latched his watch to his wrist. He sighed and looked at the time 5:23. He was going to be late to the meeting, but that was fine. As Wes grabbed his cell phone and his room key he realized that he was looking forward to seeing Cameron. With a smile on his face, he set off to the meeting.

*

It was 5:37 when Wesley walked into the student center, where the GSSA was meeting. He looked around and saw more students than he expected. But no Cameron.

Wes sighed and walked further into the room, waving and smiling greetings at people. He saw a bunch of drinks setting out on a table and crossed quickly to them. He picked up a cup labeled "Diet Coke" and took a big drink. As he was finishing the drink he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Cameron there, flashing that dazzling smile once again.

"You came, I'm glad."

Wes smiled. "Well, I figured its good to get to know other people like you, ya know?" He shrugged. "So how many of the people that come to this are actually straight?"

Cameron laughed. "Not many, to be honest. And we only have one straight male that comes, and he only comes because his girlfriend makes him." Cameron saw Wesley's confused look and laughed again---Wes liked hearing him laugh. "His girlfriend's best friend is a lesbian."

"Oh, ok, I was confused." Wes peered around, wondering if he could spot the straight guy. "So who's the straight guy?"

"He's not here yet." Cameron walked over to a beat up red couch and sat down, groaning as he did. "It feels good to sit down. I've been handing out fliers all day."

Wes crossed to the couch and sat down next to him. "I would have that that handing out fliers about a gay student group would be inviting trouble."

"Well, I figured so as well, but we've never had any big trouble with anti-gay sentiments here. Although you never know with the new freshman class." Cameron ran a hand through his blonde hair. "I had a hard time deciding whether or not we were going to hand out fliers today, but decided that getting the word out there that there's a place you can go and be around people that are going through the same issue was more important than worrying about my own safety."

"I figured I'd see you here, Wes," a familiar female voice said from the door. Wes turned and grinned as Skye walked in, wearing outrageous red bellbottoms and a red flowery top.

"Who dressed you?" Wesley asked in a very feminine voice. "Oh my god, get that atrocity out of here!" His laugh quickly became a gasp as Sky elbowed him in the stomach. 

Cameron looked at his watch. "Late, as usual," he said with a wan smile. "I guess I should get the meeting started." 

As Cameron wandered away to round up everyone, Sky elbowed Wes again, this time much more gentle. "Ow, what?"

"You know what," Sky grinned. "You like him don't you?"

Wes rolled his eyes. "I just met him today, Skye."

"Point? Doesn't mean you can't like him." Wes made no comment. "Well, at least admit that you find him attractive."

Wes smiled. "I'll admit that anywhere. He's very attractive. Especially his smile."

Sky grinned. "Ah, gay romance, its so beautiful."

"Shut up and go find us a seat," Wes said, pushing Skye toward the folding chairs that had been set up in rows in front of a platform, where a solitary mike rested. As Cameron got up to speak Wes settled himself in for a nice session of staring at Cameron.

*

The meeting came to an end at about 7:15 or so, but everyone was sort of milling around, talking. Wesley, who was talking to some girl named Cherry, said goodbye and started for the door, ready to hit the room and go to sleep, despite how early it was.

As he was walking he heard someone yelling his name and he stopped and turned, seeing Cameron come running up to him. "Wes, I'm glad I caught you before you left."

"What is it?"

Cameron handed Wes a small slip of paper. "What's this?" Wes asked, but Cameron simply smiled. Wes unfolded it and looked down at it. It was a phone number. 

"That's my cell number," Cameron said, turning bright red. "If you ever wanna hang out or something, call me." With that Cameron turned and rushed back into the crowd of people, efficiently hiding himself. 

Wes just stood there for a moment, smiling to himself.

Wes was floating as he walked back into the dorm. He realized that he still had that goofy grin on his face, but he didn't care. He entered the elevator and hit the 3. As he exited the elevator he fumbled in his pocket for his key. He got to his door and slid the key in, pushing the door open.

"FUCK!" Devon's voice yelled. Wes stopped cold. There on his bed was Devon, lying over a girl, his shirt off, and hers pushed up, revealing her bare breasts.

Wes turned bright red and started to go.

"Wes, man, wait!" Devon said, so Wes stopped. "I want you to meet Amber. Amber, this is my roommate, Wes."

"Hi, Wes, nice to meet you."

Wes, still bright red, nodded, avoiding looking at her. "You too." He turned back to the door. "I'm gonna go for a while. I'll be back in like an hour or so."

Devon nodded. "Cool man, we'll be done by then."

With that Wes pulled the door shut. He stood there, his back pressed against the door. Damn, I must be a pretty bad roommate, he thought, that's the second time today I've seen Devon in a position I shouldn't have. After a moment the funniness of the situation sank in and he burst out laughing. After the laughing fit passed he wondered where he was gonna go for an hour.

And then he remembered the number in his pocket.

Taking a deep breath he pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number. He realized his hands were trembling, and tried to get a hold of himself.

The phone rang three times, four times, five times without an answer. Wes was about to hang up when he heard a familiar voice answer the phone.

"Hello?"

*

CHAPTER THREE: KISSES

Wesley took a deep breath, suddenly nervous. "Hello?" Cameron repeated into the phone, sounding slightly more annoyed. 

"Hey, Cameron, its Wes," Wes said in a rush, pretty sure that all Cameron heard was "heckrunwest". 

"Hey, Wes," Cameron answered, and Wes blushed when he heard the excitement that entered Cameron's voice when he found out who it was. "What's up?"

"Well, my room is otherwise occupied for the next hour or so, and I figured we could go get coffee or something, maybe?" Wes cringed as he waited for the answer, sure that Cameron would be busy.

"'Otherwise occupied', huh? I know how that goes." Cameron was quiet for a moment. "In the student center on the second floor is a café where students go to study and all that. We could meet there. Sound, good?"

Wes broke into a huge grin. "Sounds great! Save this number I called you on, its my cell number." 

"Awesome," Cameron said. "I'll see you soon."

"See ya," Wes replied, hanging up. Get it together Bower, you don't need to screw this up, Wes told himself firmly. This could be great for you. He took a deep breath and literally sprinted down the stairs, not wanting to waste his time with the elevator. 

Wes fought the urge to giddily run or skip all the way to the student union, and instead took the walk at a nice steady pace. He didn't want to show up to fast, because then it looked like he was in a rush to get there. But if he got there too slow . . . Damn it, Bower, stop over thinking! That was usually his problem in relationships. He over thought a LOT, and that tended to get him in trouble with guys. 'Trouble' meant not going on a second date.

Wes walked into the student center and headed toward the stairs. He came to the top of the staircase and looked around, trying to spot the café Cameron told him about. Finally he spotted Cameron leaning against the wall, and he jogged over to him, hoping there wasn't a stupid look on his face.

"Hey, what's up?" Cameron asked, stepping off of the wall.

"Nothing, I guess," Wes answered, feeling that awkwardness he sometimes felt with guys. "What about you?"

"Same. Want to get some coffee or something?"

"Sure," Wes smiled.

They walked up to the register and ordered. Wesley ordered a mocha frappachino, and Cameron ordered some strong coffee. They took a seat furthest from the door and started talking. They talked about everything, from their families to the schools they went to, to the the guys they had dated before.

"He was an asshole, but he treated me great. To Begin with," Wes said, starting to take a drink of his frappachino, and realizing that it was empty. He looked up and noticed that most of the people that had been there were gone. "Wow, how long have we been talking?"

Cameron looked around, stunned. "Fuck, I don't know." He looked at his watch. "Its 11:30!"

Wes' mouth dropped open. "Wow, we talked a lot more than I thought." He smiled. "Well, I'm gonna get back to my room now. We'll talk again soon, right?"

Cameron laughed. "Of course we will!" He leaned over and pressed his lips gently against Wes', the touch so light Wes almost thought he imagined it. "Talk to you tomorrow," he said softly.


Orientation



I settled down into the red fabric seats of my school auditorium to what promised to be a dull presentation; you know the typical start of the year thing. It was my freshman year at college and I was apathetic as always about school in general. Our school as usual was miserable place to be, this time because the college hadn't yet approved the air conditioning. Needless to say, I was glad of my deodorant because the seats didn't have arms and we were packed together tightly. I wasn't sitting next to anyone really, I've never been that eager about making new friends.

My one side was empty I was in a relatively dark corner of the building, however on my other side sat two girls. They weren't typical high school girls the one furthest from me had a black shirt restraining large breast along with a denim skirt that showed off her creamy thighs and long legs, her dark brown hair went almost to her ass which was also quite gorgeous. The girl's dark eyeliner and pink lipstick stood stark against her pale serious face.

The one closest to me, on the other hand, had on white spandex leggings with gray boy shorts and a red boat necked shirt, the loose shirt was mostly to conceal the fact that her breast were small but her body was really in shape. Her dark brown eyes dirty blonde hair in a short pony tail and full lips completed her gorgeous image. Her muscles weren't too defined but were imposing as sweat made her small lithe body sparkle. 

This was all very registered almost subconsciously because the first thing I had noticed about them was they lacked the deodorant I was so glad of. You'd have thought that they would have better hygiene being girls but they had a raw smell and I was having trouble not gasping for clean air. Their scents mixed but the brunette was distinguishable when she stretched and raised her arms, I could see her armpits were secreting sweat onto her already distinguished underarm stains, I almost fainted it was really musky. The blonde had an oddly piercing odor that was sharper and more subtle. I admit I was still interested in them and began trying to eavesdrop nonchalantly.

I could hear them holding a murmured conversation. I tried to eavesdrop but it was difficult in the heat. The blonde looked uncomfortable and cast several cutting glances over at me. I attempted to not appear that I was staring or offended by their odor. I really wanted to move but I felt that would've been impolite. My decision was made for me when the Dean started talking about expectations and other scholastic concerns. I was paying half-hearted attention and eventually I fell into the rhythm of the speech. His words were at least taking my mind off the smell. I started to doze off when I when I sensed movement beside me followed by a smell of vinegar that made my eyes water.

I looked over and realized that the two girls had taken off their shoes and were lying on their spread of three chairs what's worse it seemed they never had socks on so their bare feet had been in, I looked, leather boots for the brunette and tennis shoes for the blonde. Despite the smell there was something sexy about the sight. The brunette's lanker body was twined around the smaller girl. The small blondes' head came to the brunettes' stomach just below the brunettes' large chest. The brunette who was still sitting up slightly had her arm gracefully flung over the blondes' shoulder and neck with the hand lying between the blonde's two small mounds. The brunettes' left leg wrapped around the blonde and rested on the blondes' exposed stomach some of the sweat had slid off her feet with their long toes and black glossy nails and onto the blondes' flesh. The brunettes' right leg was bent up almost even with the blondes' breast. She seemed so possessive of the sprawled out blond whose small feet and pedicure were almost encroaching on my seat making my brain melt from the intense aroma of sweat and female odor. 

I tried to go back to listening to the lecture but the odor was far too intense and whenever I looked over I felt a twinge down there too, the sight was oddly erotic. I mean I can understand smelling bad, but why would you get so close to someone when you obviously had body odor. It wasn't even like they were ignoring it. I swear I saw the blonde turn her head to the side and lean down a bit in order to sniff the brunettes' slick feet. She grinned a little and blushed with an odd satisfaction when she saw me looking.. Despite my repulsion at the cheesy smell of the girls soaked bodies I was becoming aroused. 

I noticed the brunette begin to toy with the blondes hair she stroked the smaller girls head caressing it gently. At first I didn't understand the action until I hear a small squeak escape the blonde. The brunettes' heel was pushed against the tight fabric of the blondes' crotch, it rose and fell letting out a quiet scraping sound. I couldn't believe they were doing this right in front of me. The blonde girl began thrashing her legs and body with pleasure which wafted the scent of her feet into my nose. Her bangs cut the air as her head whipped back and forth in pleasure until the brunette pushed her other putrid foot to the girls face the big toe traced the enraptured girls' mouth. The blonde let out her small pink tongue and pushed it through the brunettes' toes seeming to savor the flavor as she covered the dominating woman's foot in spittle. The brunettes' heel began to increase its pace causing the blonde to open her mouth with a wet pop and a moan. I saw the moisture begin to spread from between blondes legs, the wetness seemed to allow the heel of the brunettes foot to move even faster against the blondes' hidden mound. The blonde then began to wrap her lips around the girls' foot sucking it into her eager mouth. The brunettes face was beginning to flush either from the heat of the blondes' horny body or the pleasure of having her smelly foot sucked. Salvia escaped the smaller girls lips as her chest back arched in a powerful orgasm. The sudden rush of womanly aroma mixed with the two girls now drenched bodies. It almost made me cream my skirt. 

My mind was in a haze from the overpowering odors and the sexual exhibition I had just enjoyed but the voice cut through it like a knife. "Did you enjoy that?" the brunette said knowingly as she ran her over the physically spent blondes' small breast.



Orientation



It was another depressing morning for Roger Jones. He had got the bus, like he did every weekday morning, at 8:25am; a cool breeze running over his closely shaved head as he stepped on. Ten minutes weaving around housing estates, then onto a main road and at the end was his stop - off he got, a two minute walk around the corner, through the gates to his office block, up five flights of stairs (good to get a bit of exercise in the morning, he always thought), through the main office (past the secretary who gives him the same vacant glance every day) and into his IT lab.

Just another boring morning, the same as yesterday and the same as the day after, days amalgamating into one mass of office furniture, banal chit-chat and meaningless tasks. 

He sat down and turned on his screens - he had five, one for emails and documents and four for monitoring employee's workstations for inappropriate behaviour. Roger had a little-liked job - if someone was spending too much time on Facebook, or looking at something they probably shouldn't in work, he had to tell the boss; presenting a document of the offending material, the times, and the frequency. A bit of a tellltale, in other words... not to mention a spoilsport. Hard to remain on good terms with the bloke you'd reported for watching YouTube videos when he should have been accounting; so Roger kept himself to himself for the most part.

He noticed something different this time around - terminal 7, which had been vacant since Steve left the company about two months previously, was active. A new recruit, he thought to himself. Just another office droid for me to mollycoddle thorough the intricacies of Entourage, he thought; sighed, opened his email and quickly left to get some coffee.

While crossing though to the kitchen, he took a detour to satisfy his idle curisoity about the new recruit. To his surprise, instead of the mindless 30 somethings he was mostly babysitting, the newest member of the office was a slim, long-haired brunette. She couldn't be very long out of college, thought Roger. Still green, he said to himself, and promptly forgot about her as he debated whether or not to have a muffin with his coffee.

Morning came and went, and come 2pm he went back to the canteen. Roger preferred to have lunch at 2pm - 'less interaction with the proles', he'd qip to his mates in the pub. Small talk and idle gossip did little to entertain him, so he usually sat alone with a book. As he slurped today's special soup (of indeterminate flavour), he became aware of a presence across the table... the new girl was sat opposite, equally engrossed in her soup.

Studiously avoiding her, he buried his nose further in the book. 

"Ahem", she said, eventually.

Roger rolled his eyes behind his paperback and fixed a smile to his face before looking up. "Oh, hi. I take it you're the new girl upstairs?"

"I am, I just started today. I'm a little lost, to be honest, I'm not sure what I'm supposed to be doing and I'm not sure the boss is a big fan of me so far..."

"Oh, don't worry about that," said Roger, "He's always the same. He gets a little friendlier but not much. I'm Roger, by the way, I'm in IT."

"And I'm Amy, I think I saw you walk past my desk earlier on your way to the kitchen."

Roger coughed. "Uh, yeah, I think I might have noticed you. Well, nice talking to you but I have to run, if you need anything you know where my office is."

Amy looked a little flustered and stared down at her soup, as Roger got up and walked purposefully away.

Nice girl, thought Roger to himself... a bit too nice. The usual shy, boring nice girl; looking for a nice, normal, relationship and to get married at 25. Except this one looks like she has great big tits under that blouse, he grinned to himself. It had been a good three months since that drunken one night stand - in fact, thinks Roger, I haven't been having a good year with the women. Since he broke up with his last (nice, normal, boring) girlfriend in August, pickings had been slim. A few drunken one night stands and one half-shot at a relationship had made Roger pretty frustrated. Every couple he saw walking past on the street felt like a punch to the stomach, he didn't even like watching porn online anymore as it just reminded him of the monotony he was living in.

Come the late afternoon (and a few more mugs of coffee), and people were starting to leave. Roger was doing a few last checks for the evening, as he noticed that one of the drones was still beavering away. Terminal 7 - Amy. Must be trying to impress the boss by working late on her first day, he mused. He idly opened the screen up to fill his second monitor to see what she was up to - surfing the web, it seems. On her own time, at least, he thought; but his bemusment turned to shock as he saw just exactly what she was looking at. Redtube.com?! Fuck! thought Roger, that's fucking hot! Why would she watch that in work? Disbelieving, he brought up the video that Amy was watching - a hardcore facefucking flick, seriously hot, and more than a little bit nasty. The starlet in the video was gagging, whimpering and loving every second of having the stud's porn-sized cock rammed down her throat - and Roger couldn't help but be turned on. He hadn't looked at porn in over a month, and here was his favourite scenario, delivered straight to his work monitor - immediately his cock began tingling in his pants.

He checked his office door. Closed. Nobody would be around at this hour anyway, everyone else had gone home... Fuck it, he muttered under his breath. He quickly undid his belt buckle and released his already throbbing 8-inch cock from his boxers and began beating off, immersed in the thought of fucking the hot slut in the video.

Roger quickly felt a wave of pleasure coming from the very base of his cock, under his balls and expanding out further, up his spine in one direction to his chest and to the tip of his cock. He came, hard and intense, shooting his load under his desk while he gripped his cock firm and tight.

He collapsed back onto his swivel chair, breathing heavily and still holding his pulsating member in his right hand. Eventually he let go, put his cock back in his pants and thought up a little plan to startle the girl who'd led him to the video. Seems there was a little more to this particular office girl... watching porn on her first day? The boss might fire her if he hears a bad word against her on day one, right? Right.

Roger left his office and quietly walked up behind her. Amy, immersed in the video, one hand idly brushing her nipple as her breasts rested on teh desk, didn't notice him approaching.

Roger leaned over her shoulder. "Not quite office material, is it... Amy?"

"Oh, shit!" said Amy, clearly startled. "I, uh..." Roger could see she was mortified... but more than a little aroused, too.

"You know," said Roger, interrupting her stammering, "I'm supposed to report you to your boss for this..." 

"Oh don't do that! It's my first real job! I'll get fired, oh no, uh, um, what can I do?", cried Amy, her arousal turning to horror.

The evil part of Roger was loving every minute of her discomfort... he took in her flushed cheeks and wide eyes before shaking his head firmly. "Full report, screenshots, times, the lot."

Something in Roger's face told Amy that he was toying with her. She still feared for her job though... what to do?! Panicking, she decided to go out on a limb... giving him her most wide-eyed, innocent look, she gently said, "I'll do anything... please don't tell the boss what I've been up to!"

A smile crept over Roger's face and he moved closer, a bit of a swagger suddenly developing in his walk. To his surprise, Amy uncrossed her legs, slid her right hand between her thighs and slowly started moving her fingers further up her black pencil skirt. Her face became wanting, bashful, with mischief in her eyes, like a dirty minx. As Roger moved closer to stand over her, Amy stood up. They stood face to face, taking the measure of eachother, both wondering how far the other would take this dangerous game. Roger, emboldened by her saucy stare, took his right hand and lifted up her skirt, sliding his fingers along her moist crotch over her tights. 

"What sort of slut gets off on watching porn in work?" said Roger, as he took his damp hand from under her skirt and sniffed his fingers, his eyes never leaving hers.

"A horny one", said Amy, and guided him down into her office chair; casting a glance around to make sure nobody was watching. Roger could still feel the heat from her pussy, no doubt soaking wet from the porn. He felt his cock swell in his boxers yet again. Was this really happening? he thought to himself as Amy unbuckled his belt, revealing a huge tent standing to attention between Roger's legs.

"Let me get a better look at that", said Amy as she reached for the button on his boxers, longing to release the prize within... it looked promising, she smirked to herself. But Roger stopped her hands - "Not until you show me those tits," he said, nodding to her blouse.

Amy smiled and nodded, and began unbuttoning her blouse from top to bottom. Her plump, round DD breasts almost popped out, with rock hard nipples showing through her sheer bra. She undid her bra, knelt down and released Roger's thick, glistening cock, sliding it in between her lucious boobs. Her eyes were locked on his face as he drank in the sight of his hard shaft between her tits, barely believing that he was just this lucky. She moved her head to meet his face, gave him a kiss on the lips, then moved back down and wrapper her lips around his straining cock. She began giving Roger an intense blowjob, deep and slow, licking his cockhead, then along along the shaft, while playing with his balls at the same time. Roger sighed with pleasure, relishing the feeling of another person touching him, giving him the pleasure he'd ached for the past months.

Just as he was getting used to her rythmic sucking and licking, Amy stopped for a second, before swiftly taking Roger's whole cock into her mouth. His generous length was too much for that pretty little mouth, he knew... and he moaned with guttural pleasure as she deepthroated him, her lips grazing his balls as she gagged and choked on his cockhead. Roger's breathing deepened instantly, his chest heaving as he fought for breath. "Oooh fuck, you're a good slut aren't you?" he groaned, while her face bobbed up and down on his shaft, and he relished the wet noises coming from her throat and lips. 

Amy looked up, took a breath and smiled while beginning to stroke his cock with her right hand. She moved back down and licked the top of his shaft, sucking and swirling her tongue in delight. She started pumping his cock in an upward motion with a firm, hard grasp as she caught her breath, her saliva coating Roger's cock and easing her hand along his shaft. While she was teasing the head of his cock, Roger slid his left hand into Amy's hair, his hand matching the bobbing motion of her head. Suddenly done with her gentle teasing, he grabbed a handful of hair and pushed her mouth all the way back down onto his cock, right down to his balls. He could hear her catch her breath and whimper, startled by the sudden movement but no less turned on.

Just once, he pulled Amy's head up and looked into her eyes. "You liked that, slut?" he rasped, though he could see from her eyes that she loved every second of it. What a useful little whore, he thought, as she moved back down to his cock, harder than ever, taking in every inch just like last time. Roger fisted both hands into her hair, pushing her head up and down faster with each stroke.

"Do you want that big load in your mouth, bitch?" said Roger, pure menace in his voice. She'd be getting it whether she wanted it or not, he thought, carried away with her wanton sexuality. But Amy squirmed and shook her head. Surprised, he yanked her off his cock. She took a deep breath and murmered meekly, "I want your cock in me first..."

"I thought good sluts were meant to do what they're told?" said Roger, smiling inwardly. It had been too long since he felt the pneumatic heat of a pussy around his cock.

"What if I ask really nicely?" said Amy, a mischievous pout coming over her face.

At that, Roger stood up and pushed Amy face down on her desk. Amy regained some balance, with her ass on display in front of Roger. He moved behind her and began rubbing his cock between her legs, over the sheer fabric of her black rights, along her pussy lips and up to her ass.

"Is that what you want, slut?"

"Yes baby, please baby, I want it..." whimpers Amy in a pleading voice.

"What do you want? Tell me, say it..."

"Your cock, baby... give me that big cock, please..." she whimpered, her basest need audible in her voice.

Roger hiked her skirt up all the way and slid his hand along her ass to the top of her tights, slowly, teasingly, excruciatingly - then ripped them to her ankles, revealing a dripping wet, tightly shaved pussy. He put his cock along Amy's ass crack and moved closer, thrusting gently against her wet slit and ass, but not entering her yet. Reaching forward, her took her full tits in his hands. He could feel Amy's rock hard nipples, cold against the wood of the desk, and gave them a sharp squeeze. Leaning back, he pulled Amy's nipples gently as she squirmed and began grinding her ass against Roger's hips, yearning for his massive cock to fill her aching pussy.

"Want it, slut?" said Roger as he bent over her further and nipped the back of her neck with his teeth. Amy, almost speechless with desire, focused all her energy and cried, "Yes!" 

Roger moved back, took his cock out from her ass cheeks and rammed it straight into her dripping wet pussy.

Amy moaned in pure pleasure just a little too loudly, and she felt his hand grip her hair as he hissed in her ear... "Quiet, bitch."

He grabbed a handful of Amy's hair and pulled her head towards him, allowing Amy only to see up, pulling and released his grip in time with his thrusting.

Roger pulled out most of the way, leaving the tip of his cock lodged inside Amy's pussy, giving him enough space to land a cold, hard and loud slap on Amy's ass cheek. She yelped and jerked forward in pleasure. Sliding easily back into her cunt, he let go of Amy's hair and moved his hand towards her clit, brushing his hand against it lightly twice, circling a few fingers around her full slit to moisten them up. He moved his hand up a few inches and began playing with her clit.

He could feel his cock sliding in and out of her, while his hand furiously worked her slick clit. Amy winced as he pressed her most sensitive spot, just a little more pressure than she found comfortable, a niggling electric buzz that she loved and hated simultaneously. She feels his cock nudging at her g-spot, making waves of pleasure swell up inside her. She felt her legs becoming weak under his strength.

The dual stimualtion completely overwhelming Amy, she felt her orgam building... but it's all too much. Those electric shocks of pure pleasure in her pussy making her whimper and squirm, Amy was lost in sensation, unable to focus or let go her control. Roger, spurred on by her obvious enjoyment, decided to push the boundaries that little bit further. He slid a finger in her ass, wet with her juices, the another - Amy's mind went blank. Her moans subside, her body stilled, she stopped thinkin;, aware of only his cock and his hands pushing into her and giving her wave after wave of overwhelming pleasure. Roger felt her body pulsing, shuddering, glowing, her pussy tightening on his cock, her clit throbbing, her ass gripping tighter around his two fingers.

As Amy let herself go, she bit her lips to stop the moans, but to no avail. An almost pain-like scream escapes her as she convulses around his cock, her hips bucking widly as her orgasm overtook her. Amy's pussy flooded with juice as she orgasmed, her cunt spasming around Roger's thrusting cock. He felt his balls being soaked in her pussy juices, her vagina tightening and loosening on his rock-solid dick... and he continued to bury it further in.

Engrossed in her orgasm, her wild abandon, Roger regained his concetration and felt his balls tighten with his own climax. He bent over one last time, and whispered into Amy's ear, "I have a present for you..." He pulled out completely, took a deep breath, and RAMMED. He rammed so fucking hard, Amy fell over her desk as her legs buckled under the pressure; sending sheets, books and her keyboard flying to the floor.

Roger came harder than he ever thought possible, his dick pulsing, wave after wave of burning hot cum filling her deep, aching pussy.He felt his ass tighten up as he pushed deeper than before. His cock felt massive, his balls drenched in Amy's slick juice.

He put both arms under Amy's shoulder and pushed her further onto his throbbing cock, pushing in one last time to pump one last load into her dripping vagina. Her back arched under the pressure of his arms pushing her towards his chest. She let out a small cry of pain, she couldn't believe a man could ever be so intense.

Roger held it there for a minute and let go of her shoulders. Amy dropped onto the table, heaving and slicked in sweat. She tried to straighten her legs, but found could hardly support herself with her arms - she was trembling with energy and pleasure. Still inside, Roger reached over Amy again, kissed her neck and whispered, "Good slut."

As he slowly slid his cock out, Amy could feel a void in her pussy where Roger's massive dick once was. Almost immediately, a mix of pussy juice and cum started dripping onto the floor beside Amy's desk.

Roger bent down and took Amy's tights and damp underwear off her feet. He stood up and wiped his cock with her tights, drying himself on the last remaining dry patches of her underwear.

He leaned over her to drop the shredded undergarments on the desk... "Just remember this next time you look at porn in work", Roger said, and planted a hot kiss on her cheek. He buckled his belt and walked out of the office, Amy staring straight ahead on her desk, heaving and barely able to move.

Maybe not such a boring girl after all.



Orientation Day



Part One of Posting (1 of 2 parts) "Orientation Day"

Copyright 2003.

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Based Loosely on the Short Story:

COUSIN JENNIFER

by an unknown author

First posted to Alt.sex.stories

July, 1993

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I gave my cousin Jennifer her first lesbian kiss and her first lesbian orgasm. This was on a Friday night/Saturday morning in her dorm room at Maryland U., the first weekend in March. She would be attending school with me the coming fall and wanted to see the campus for herself. She stayed in a temporarily vacant room two rooms down from mine on the twelfth floor, only because my roommate--who didn't even come home that night, insisted upon it. 

We had one very important rule in our dorm: NO HITTING ON VISITING FAMILY MEMBERS OR FRIENDS! This for the all important reason that no one wanted word of our sexual exploits getting out.

There was a party Thursday night in my dorm room: small, self-contained, no drinking or sex . . .boring I know for Jen, who had heard all the stories. But for fear of breaking THE CARDINAL RULE, not a boy on the floor would touch her. I knew she was hot.

At midnight, I packed her off to bed but also posted a look-out outside her door. My friend Amy came knocking around one o'clock to say she had heard some suspicious sounds coming from Jennifer's room. I listened at the door myself. Very disturbing. 

"She's screwing," my friend told me.

"Obviously," I said. The question was, what stupid was in there with her, running such a risk. No one from this dorm, I could tell you that. I intended finding out for myself. 

Getting the spare room key from Frannie next door--we always lock ourselves out--I barged right in and found Jennifer fucking all right . . . but not with a guy.

After she shrieked, she shrieked my name.

"Easy! Easy," I said, hurriedly shutting the door. I was so embarrassed.

"Rachael! What are you doing!"

"I'm sorry!" I whispered, wanting to slide right under the door. Jennifer, whipped into the covers, with her hair whipped around her head, was beyond embarrassment. 

"How could you!" she cried, and I thought she'd start crying.

"I'm sorry!" I repeated. "God, I feel like such an--"

"Ass?"

"Yes," I said, chagrined. "God!"

She sat there and fumed at me. She sat there and fumed at me and tried to deny to herself that I had just seen her doing what she was doing and in such a shocking position. Mortified knowing that the point of the long shiny vibrator, glistening with her juices and looking like the cute nose of a little mouse, poked from a fold in the sheets. It was the only noise in the room.

Grabbing it out of the covers, she clumsily twisted the vibrator into the off position. The stingy half-light sneaking in through the one dorm window showed me that her face, neck and upper chest--puffing in and out like that of a long-distance runner's--were a violent crimson. I'm sure mine were too.

There was nothing to say, and so I blurted out: "You brought that with you?"

"Rachael!"

"Sorry, sorry," I said, beginning to laugh. "I don't know why I said that."

Her face, neck and chest grew even redder.

"Would you please just leave?"

"Jen. . ."

"Go," she said, beginning to cry. "Leave me alone."

I nodded and slipped out the door. Outside, my girlfriend Amy stared at me, shock-faced and amazed. 

"Not a word!" I hissed at her fiercely, "Not ever! Not ever to no one!"

She moved her head slowly up and down in absolute agreement. Some things, a girl doesn't share. It could have been her. 

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The next day, I slept late, dreading leaving the room. Jennifer was either gone, or was glued to her bed. Either way, I was not seeing her until later . . if at all. But at a quarter to nine, a soft rapping sounded on my door and got me on my feet. I was shocked to find Jennifer outside.

"Hi," she said, tucking hair behind one ear and slipping into my room. She looked at the floor.

"Hi," I answered back.

I had on my yellow and white feety pajama; she wore a baggy blue tee-shirt under a hooded, zipper sweatshirt and baggy blue workouts. Her feet were bare. Also, she was braless under the shirt, which for Jennifer was rare. 

"I'm sorry," she muttered.

"You're sorry!" I said. 

We both laughed. 

"God," I told her, "I can't even begin to tell you--"

"You won't tell anyone?" she blurted. "Promise?"

"Jen, no! Are you kidding?"

"Thank God!" she gushed. Her face and my face were twin, fully-fired ovens. We began to giggle.

"God, I am so embarrassed."

"Me too," I said, softly. "Totally and completely."

"Totally, totally-completely."

"And ten times past that."

We sat down and we talked for a while, not about anything important and certainly not about that; things slowly relaxed. I was trying not to show any interest in her pointy little nipples, making dents like fingertips in the front of her shirt. They moved beneath the shirt when she moved, leaving little trails. I had not seen Jen bare-breasted in many years, probably not since she was twelve, but I distinctly remembered how pointy she was back then. Embarrassingly so, because that turns guys on. Some girls as well. 

She certainly looked pointy now.

Fighting distraction, I started to get up when she suddenly asked: "Were you disgusted? About last night, I mean?"

I choked for a moment. Her face was red and her eyes stayed mostly down, but there was curiosity there as well. I myself was no stranger to that position--not with my fingers anyway--but with a vibrator, I was. I had guessed that last night's humming little mouse was not hers, but probably Cloe's (you little slut!), or maybe even Jill's, her roommate. With either of them, I could well imagine.

"Noooooo," I said slowly. "Just disturbed. Not disturbed with you," I added quickly, "but that I blundered in on you like that." I let her know with a confessional shrug of my shoulders and a flip of my hand that, Hey! Who hasn't? 

"Thanks," she murmured. Then, shocking the blink right out of my eyes, she asked: "Would you like to try it with me? Tonight, maybe? In my room?"

Eventually I shut my mouth. It was totally speechless. "Jen . . ." I somehow got out.

"I'd like to," she said, in a hurried but very low and very self-conscious voice. "If you'd like to too. In fact," she whispered, grinning at her own use of such ridiculous diction, "I just want be with you tonight."

Then, as though I weren't already rattled enough, she took my numb hand in hers and placed it solemnly over her left breast.

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I kissed my first girl, Traci, when I was fourteen years old. I still had my braces on and so did she. We joked about getting caught together in a kiss, but also knew that could very well happen. It did one night, freaking us both out. 

We were in her bedroom upstairs exchanging tongues when two of the wires got caught. It took fifteen very tense, and very long seconds to get them apart. After that, we opted for lip to lip kissing until I got my braces off two months later. Then we frenched ourselves mad.

That morning, I kissed Jen with just the same hesitancy as I had first kissed Trace. We taste-tested each other, letting the peculiarities of our lips--hers were exceedingly soft and responsive--speak for themselves. Once our comfort zone was reached, our tongues came hesitantly together, and began their dance. We kissed until my tongue and jaw muscles ached, and then we stopped. It was absolutely, the best kiss I had ever had.

Having already blasted my sanity into tiny little pieces, Jen fronted the question: "Are you gay?"

I slowly nodded. 

"So am I," she said. Then, "At least I want to be."

"God, Jen," I said. "I had no idea."

For a time we just stood there, her eyes holding mine, my hand holding her warm and pleasantly soft breast. So far, I hadn't done anything with it.

"I know we're cousins," she said.

"Uh-huh."

"And that kind of makes it incest, too."

"Yep."

"But I got to tell you, Rach. . ."

She didn't have to say another word.

"Me too," I admitted. 

Her eyes and the brightening of her face were something you'd just have to see. "You do?" she said. "Really?"

"I do."

We were talking in whispers now, lover-speak. Or potential lover-speak. You should have felt my heart. I did feel hers. It thumped slow and hard and magically in my right hand. 

"Would you like to be with me tonight?" she asked. 

I let my eyes, my labored breathing and my enveloping hand on her left breast be my answer. She covered my one hand with her two.

"Thank you," she whispered. And then she kissed my lips.

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The truth was, my hand maintained its caressing hold on her breast, while the tips of her fingers touched lightly against my thighs for a reason. The first few minutes gave the word "tentativeness" new definition. I kissed the side of her neck, and then her shoulder and she shuddered deeply.

"Wow," she muttered, then shuddered again. 

I wondered if I could wait that long. 

"Look," I said, wanting--needing--to keep myself honest. "There's something I have to tell you, Jen."

"You're involved," she said. It wasn't a question.

"Uh-huh."

"I'm not jealous, or envious or anything." She touched my nose with the tip of her finger, and then my lips. "It's just that, you know, with you and me . . ."

Her mom and my dad were born on the same day, exactly tens years apart. Jen and I were born on the exact same day, one year apart. I was the youngest of my four siblings; Jen was the oldest of three. She was two weeks past her eighteenth birthday on that Friday morning in March, and I was nineteen. We had always been close. We had always been very close. 

In school, we pal'd around together all the way through seventh grade. Then, in 1995, when Jen was twelve and I was thirteen, her mom and dad moved from Maryland to Wentworth, Ohio. (Yes, that Wentworth, Ohio, where all those people were killed.) My heart nearly broke. It did break because I missed her so very much. We had shared everything together; interests: magazines, music, movies, clothing, shows on TV; make-up (what little her mom let her have); after school activities: soccer, T-ball, trips to the mall, all the latest dance steps which we had learned together; we even shared underwear sometimes and once even a boy. (No, not like that. When she let, we both were still virgins.) And though we had never kissed before, nor for that matter ever even thought about kissing, our relationship went far beyond being merely cousins. Even kissing cousins.

She moved onto Poplar Street, two blocks north of Poplar and Bear. Aunt Kim and our cousin Suzi lived at 243 Poplar, right in the midst of the killings. Suzi's close friend Debbie Ross was gunned down on some old fart's front step, Jen said, shot-gunned in the back, if you can believe that. Jen sent me a picture of her from the high school year book via e-mail . . . she was very pretty. 

They never caught the scum. 

The killings happened the summer after Jennifer moved out, so there'd been a year to make friends. Three of them died that day in July (she also knew Debbie Ross) as well as some grown-ups she had known. It made her sick. It horrified her. She says that two days after the siege there were still signs of blood on the ground where Mary Jackson (one of the grown ups) had died. She was very pretty, Jen said, and they had shot her in the head. (Per Jen, it was said they found her without any panties on, wherever that means.) 

Aside from those absolutely horrible killings, other things about Wentworth were weird. One thing, Jen said, was that on Suzi's block of Poplar street, 240 to 251, she was the only teenage girl around. (Not counting the twenty-year old that worked in the E-Z Stop convenience store on the corner.) But just two blocks to the north, on Jennifer's street there were tons of teenage girls--forty-three of them in fact. So many, and of such a narrowly defined age-range (13-17 years old), that newscasts and magazine articles had been made about them. Jennifer got interviewed about it three different times: once by USA Today and the other two times by the magazine, Harper's Bazaar. Bizarre, huh? (She won't talk about interviews having to do with that other thing.) 

Taken on average, that works out 3.9 girls for each of the eleven households on the street. Can you even imagine?

In school, the guys called them the Poplar Street Pussies.

We spent hours together talking on the telephone, then on AOL when I finally got my computer. But as the months went by and finally turned into years, our lives drifted their separate ways. Jen found a boy she liked and then another, and the phone calls and chat-conversations slowed. I met Traci Fulton and my initial attraction turned into a frightful obsession; then I discovered that she really liked me too and we took my first kiss behind the Gaithersburg Public Library on a cold Thursday night in December; I never looked back. Only, as I was discovering now, my feelings for Jen hadn't died. 

They'd only been asleep.

I released her breast and took her face in my hands. "I love you," I said. "You know that, right?"

"I know."

"Since we were this big," I said, indicating about two feet tall.

She giggled.

"Well . . ." I raised my hand up a foot. "Maybe this big."

She put her hands on my face and we touched our noses and foreheads together. We said nothing for a good long time, only breathing each others fragrances and breathing each other's air; when the moment was right, we kissed again.

"God," I said. "I am so afraid to touch you, Jen."

"Why?" she said, although I think she knew.

"Because," I sighed, "You would never leave this room alive."

Just then we heard a rustle outside the door, and some murmured voices, and I knew my roommate was back. We stepped quickly apart.

"Hi, Marie," I said, as Marie staggered in. 

"Jesus!" She dropped her bag on the floor and her blow dryer and see-through cosmetics case tumbled out. She whipped off her jacket and threw that on the floor as well. Her hair was a mess and so were her clothes and I knew the kind of night she'd just had. She grunted at Jen and Jen smiled back. 

I got sudden idea. "How 'bout a soak?" I said.

"A soak?"

"Downstairs in the sauna."

You have a sauna? her expression said.

"Uh-huh. You up?"

She hesitated, but only for a second. "What do I wear?" she asked.

"Your skin."

"Rach!" she said, laughing, as we went out the door.

"There's a locker room and a place to shower," I said. "The place is clean and always well lit. You don't have to worry about the boys, either, because someone is always down there guarding the place." I grinned, poking the down button for the elevator. "Not that the boys don't try."

She nodded thoughtfully. "A hot soak could be nice. Thanks."

We rode down alone and I thought I'd better tell her. "Anna's probably there," I said, "and I know Cindy is for sure. Maybe Patty, too."

"Oh," she said, and then: "Which one? Is with you, I mean?"

"Patty," I said. "For now."

"How much do you like her?"

"Nothing like how I feel for you."

If the camera in the cab weren't pointed straight at my face, I would have kissed her then. As it was, I snuck-held her hand and rubbed my toes along her foot. I loved her touch. I tried not to let her rear end in the air the night before with the dildo firmly implanted jump-start my hormones, but I was not exactly successful. I tried not to let my mind conjure up images of our coming night together, if it really came off, and had no more success with that. Most of all, I tried not to imagine her nicely shaped and prettily-tipped breasts in my mouth. I looked over and she was grinning.

"Stop it," I whispered.

"What?"

In the first sub-basement, I lead her down the hall and through the first open doorway on the right. The sauna, as well as the showers and locker rooms were in the back. We passed the Stairmaster machines and the Bowflex machines, and half-a-dozen girls working on them. There were no guys. 

At the back desk, we got a key for Jen, a plastic bag, a pair of cheapo blue thongs (not the kind you wear on your fanny, thank you) and a pair of fluffy white towels for us both. We thanked the woman whose name was Muriel Wentz--she grinned at my Tweety-bird feety-pajama's, odd apparel I guess, even for the dorm--and went on back to our lockers.. Mine was No. 26, in the middle of the third row. 

"Share," I said, drawing a tell-tale grin. 

I grabbed two scrunchies from the top shelf and began gathering her hair. "Unless you want to wash it," I suggested.

"I do," she said, and so did I. 

She removed her sweater as I unbuttoned my top. 

"You still bigger than me?" she teased.

I had always been bigger . . . but not nearly as nice. 

Boys stared at my breasts when I wore something tight or had on my bikini, but with Jessica, they gaped. Which was confounding since she was a 34-B. But then she peeled off her tee-shirt and my breath froze solid. 

Was I dreaming? I must be dreaming, I thought. I had to be dreaming. 

What a strange, oh-so wonderful world. 

The smile of wonder and pleasure spreading across my lips would have been just too embarrassing to endure, so I said, "Excuse me," and headed for the girl's bathroom. She laughed after me as I went. 

Little brat, she had seen. 

End of Part One of Posting (1 of 2 parts) "Orientation Day"



Orientation Day 01



Lisa and Karen met during a new employees' orientation at the insurance agency where they had both been hired. The orientation was a three-day affair in a resort hotel near the state office and the two girls roomed together. They immediately became friends.

Karen, my wife, was 42 and as pretty as the day we met. Her brown eyes seem to absorb the auburn color of her hair. Weighing 118 pounds, her 5'-4" frame accents her 34b breasts and nicely curved bottom. Her nipples are so sensitive, she becomes insatiable after a little tweaking.

Lisa is 10 years younger than Karen. At 5'-2" and weighing about 130 pounds, her body is wonderfully shaped with 36c breasts and a well proportioned butt. She is naturally blonde with a very pretty face. What struck Karen was her quiet demeanor. Right from the start, Karen could see Lisa's lack of confidence and could feel her need and dependency. Karen wondered how in the world Lisa would ever assert herself enough to sell insurance. Lisa needed a friend who could give direction.

Lisa's life had been wrecked by poor decisions. Her mother had been a demanding bitch and shaped Lisa into a compliant child and uncertain teen. As a young adult, she lacked direction. She lived with a guy for 2 years. All she got from it was black eyes, an occasional busted lip, and a daughter whom she would do anything for. A year after she left the bastard, she met Jimmy who seemed to epitomize all she ever wanted: someone to take care of her and whom she could please. After they married, she realized that she had seen only what she wanted to see. In reality, Jimmy was a loser, addicted to gambling and pain killers and no interest in her except as someone to provide him a home and to serve him. The even quit sleeping together and had not had sex for a year. She felt neglected, emotionally and physically. She was lost and this new job was her hope for direction, purpose, and a way out.

Karen immediately recognized and understood Lisa's need and dependence. Karen had once been timid, looking for approval and permission. Always self conscious about her body, Karen had to learn to assert herself in spite of feelings of inadequacy. Having faced and survived a few obstacles in life, Karen had acquired a quiet confidence that she could achieve and overcome. Lisa was drawn to that confidence.

Lisa had never been physically attracted to other girls. Yet, she found herself physically attracted to Karen. Karen's confidence appealed to her. Karen's nipples were always erect. Lisa caught herself more than once staring at Karen's tits admiringly. She chided herself for wondering what sex with this hot redhead would be like.

Karen on the other hand had no problem enjoying the sight of this attractive, needy blonde. In college, Karen and her roommate had explored one another frequently and she enjoyed a woman's touch. Although I knew of her relationship in college, once we married, she buried that side of her and she never explored the possibility of a female partner. Her attraction to Lisa was stronger than usual, however. Although Lisa dressed conservatively, she enjoyed wearing sexy lingerie, lacy bras and thongs, and Karen sensed Lisa's latent sexual desire.

Karen was also aroused by Lisa's need for someone to take control. From the start, Karen recognized Lisa's compliant nature, almost childlike in her need to please. Karen had a secret desire to dominate in such a relationship. As they spent the first day in seminars, Karen secretly fantasized taking control of Lisa, bending Lisa's sexual will to her own, and reignited that dormant passion for a female caress.

As they prepared for bed that evening, Karen showered. The bathroom in the suite was spacious enough for two and Karen enjoyed the hot, refreshing water as it embraced her body. She kept her pussy shaved and had just finished cleaning off the stubble when a naughty idea formed in her mind. She decided to see just how yielding Lisa was. She dried off and wrapped a towel around herself.

"Lisa?" Karen called. "I left my nightshirt on the bed. Bring it to me please."

Lisa was sitting on her bed, trying to read over the material they had covered that day. She was having difficulty concentrating, however, as she was distracted by unbidden thoughts of her new friend, about her looks, self-reliance, and power. She was startled by Karen's call, but without hesitation, she grabbed the shirt and took it to Karen.

Karen smiled when Lisa walked in. While Karen was in the shower, Lisa had changed into a satin nightshirt. It was a pink floral print with a button-front and notched collar. The buttons began midway between Lisa's breasts and navel, with only the top three buttoned. The matching lacy panties were plainly visible. The color highlighted Lisa's blue eyes and the shirt revealed her bountiful cleavage. It fell mid-thigh and the side slits showed off Lisa's sexy legs. This conservative dresser enjoyed feeling sexy in private.

Karen could sense Lisa's apprehension as the girl entered the room. Lisa was both relieved and disappointed to see Karen wrapped in a towel. Lisa chided herself for secretly hoping to get a glimpse of her naked body. Karen smiled at her new friend and took the shirt. Before Lisa could turn to leave, Karen stepped forward and embraced her.

"Thank you so much," Karen said. Lisa was surprised, but returned the embrace. It was comforting to have this confident, beautiful woman holding her and Lisa enjoyed the moist heat from Karen's body. Then, without a word, Karen stepped back and dropped the towel. Lisa's mouth dropped as she stared openly at the beauty before her. Karen's nipples were so stiff and pointed Lisa thought they must surely hurt. But what really stunned her was Karen's bare pussy. Lisa knew that some girls kept theirs trimmed, but she had never seen one bare or this close. Karen almost laughed at the incredulously look before her.

"Your...your, uh, vagina...," Lisa stammered. "It's...uh, I mean, it's uh..."

"Oh, yes, dear," Karen said as she lightly rubbed over her bare mound. "I love the feeling of a bare pussy. I feel so sexy and my husband just loves to kiss it. Don't you keep yours trimmed?"

Lisa looked up at Karen, shocked at her language and openness. "I, uh, no...I just...I had heard about this, but have just never seen one before." Lisa looked down at the bulbous lips and was amazed at how pretty they looked and at Karen's boldness in touching herself. "Lisa," Karen said. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about. And it's so smooth. You can touch it if you like."

Lisa stepped back at Karen's suggestion. She really wanted to feel it, but could never imagine herself ever touching another woman in such an intimate way. Even this sexy, assertive woman.

"Oh, no," Lisa stammered. "I, I couldn't do that." As Lisa began to turn away, Karen took the girl's right hand and looked straight her eyes. "Lisa," Karen commanded. "Touch it." Karen brought the girl's hand forward until the tips touched her mound. Lisa looked shyly into Karen's eyes, held by the firm command. She felt electricity fire through her as her finger tips met the smooth skin of Karen's pubic mound. She could not help herself as Karen lowered Lisa's hand to her labia. On its own accord, Lisa's hand began to rub lightly around the smooth lips as Karen's hand slid up the blonde's forearm. "Ummm, yes," Karen encouraged. "That's nice. Don't you like the way it feels?" 

Lisa had never felt anything like this. It was as smooth and soft as baby flesh, very appealing. As she looked into Karen's eyes, she could feel the heat and moisture of the other woman's arousal. "It is nice," Lisa admitted. Karen's hand moved up Lisa's sleeve and down the notched collar. Her hand lightly pressed down on the top of Lisa's full breast and over the protruding nipple. "I think it feels as smooth as this satin shirt," Karen stated. "I'd love to see what your pussy looks like. Let's have a look." And with that Karen undid the buttons of Lisa's blouse and let it fall open. Karen caught her breathe as she took in Lisa's full breasts. The tits were full and round with just a little sag, very different from her own. Karen wanted to reach out and feel the weight, but chose not to push it.

Lisa's face turned beat red as she felt her top fall open and her nipples harden. Her hand never left Karen's pussy. She knew she should stop what she was doing, but could not take her hand away from the silky smooth mound.

"Oh, your panties are very pretty, Lisa. You have such a beautiful body; I don't know why you don't show it off more. Now, show me your pussy."

Lisa was mesmerized by the woman's directness and embarrassed by her compliments. She had never exposed herself to another woman this way before. Her heart was thumping and she could feel her own juices flowing as she became intensely aroused. It had been so long since anyone had so openly appreciated her body.

"Lisa," Karen commanded, "Take off your panties."

Lisa knew the emotion she was feeling was wrong, but could not refuse Karen. Slowly, she hooked both thumbs under the sides of her waistband and peeled her panties down her shapely thighs. She stared at her feet, afraid to see disapproval or disappointment in Karen's face.

"Oh, Lisa," Karen exclaimed, "you have such a pretty pussy." Lisa looked up and for the first time smiled at her new friend. Lisa's had puffy, pink lips covered with a thick, curly blonde bush. Karen reached out and began running her fingers through the hairy mound. Lisa's inhaled sharply, spread her legs slightly, and closed her eyes as she felt the other woman's touch.

"Let me shave you so we can really see how lovely you are. Or if you prefer not to be totally bald, I could trim it down to a nice little strip."

Lisa could not believe how aroused she had become from this woman's touch and talk. She was having a hard time thinking. Finally she replied, "I don't know. I'm not sure how comfortable I am with all this. I, uh...just don't know."

Karen was pleased with how far she had gotten, but did not want to press her too hard for fear of scaring her off. "Well, it is a big step, but I promise you, your husband will go crazy over this pretty little pussy when he sees how smooth and lovely it is."

Karen was surprised by the sadness that filled Lisa's eyes when she mentioned her husband. A tear formed in the blonde's eye and slowly rolled down her cheek. Karen continued to rub Lisa's pussy with her right hand as she rested her left on Lisa's cheek and wiped the tear away with her thumb. "Honey, what's wrong," she asked.

"Jimmy hasn't cared about my feelings or needs for a long, long time. He doesn't even seem to know I'm around."

Karen slid her hand to the back of Lisa's head and pulled her into the crook of her shoulder. She continued to stroke Lisa's pussy as the girl began to cry silently on her shoulder. Finally, she told Karen of her rocky marriage and Jimmy's addictions. Karen listened patiently, stroking Lisa's hair and pubic mound.

Lisa was amazed over how freeing it was to tell someone her troubles. She couldn't believe she was relieving this emotional weight while a woman rubbed her pussy so gently. Her body pressed firmly against Karen's and she loved the way her nipples felt rubbing Karen's smooth skin. Her pussy was on fire.

"Oh, Lisa, I'm so sorry," Karen consoled. "I can tell it's been so long since you have been touched like this. You are so wet and hot." As Karen said this she inserted two fingers into Lisa's tight snatch. "Do you want me to stop."

Lisa had begun to rotate her hips to Karen's touches. She believed it was so wrong to let another touch her this way, but it felt so right. "No," Lisa said. "Please don't stop."

Karen began stroking her fingers in and out of Lisa's pussy as her thumb found her clit. The button was hard and sensitive and Lisa let out a loud moan as Karen rotated her thumb around and over it. Karen kissed Lisa's neck and pulled her tightly to her.

"Oh, god, yes. That's it...there." Lisa began to hump Karen's fingers as they worked themselves in and out of Lisa's hot hole. Karen kissed her way down Lisa's neck and across her chest. Lisa was rising onto her toes and pushing down, trying to get Karen's fingers deeper inside her. Karen inserted a third finger inside the willing blonde and sucked Lisa's right nipple into her mouth.

"Aaaaaaahhhh..." Lisa exclaimed as both hands took Karen's head and pushed it firmly against her large tit. Karen loved how softly the globe nestled her face, how hard Lisa's nipple was. She teased the nub with her tongue and teeth then sucked it hard into her mouth.

Lisa began bucking wildly against Karen's hand. "I'm getting close...I'm gonna cum." she cried. Suddenly, her whole body trembled violently with the fierceness of her first climax in a year. Karen was amazed at the hot juices flowing onto her hand.

When Lisa's body quit shaking, Karen raised her fingers to her face, looking closely at her cum-covered digits. She closed her eyes as she smelled the musky aroma of her friend. Lisa stared in amazement as Karen slowly put them to her lips and then hungrily sucked them into her mouth. Then Karen looked lovingly into Lisa's eyes, her lips smeared with Lisa's juices. Lisa closed her eyes as Karen leaned forward and passionately kissed her. As their tongues entangled, Lisa could taste her own sweetness. She had never experienced anything so erotic in all her life. She felt a new arousal stir in her.

"Lisa," Karen asked, "have you ever eaten a pussy?"



Orientation Day 01 Ends



Orientation, Day One Ends

This story takes up where Orientation, Day One left off. It is a story of how my wife met Lisa and turned her into our sex toy. You may want to read the other story first. Enjoy!

Lisa trembled. It had been a long time since she had cum like that. She tried to take a breath, but her throat refused to take it in. This wonderful, beautiful woman had just given her a thrilling orgasm. It was so wrong. Her husband would be furious. And Lisa really didn't give a damn.

"Wh-what did you say," the young blonde asked. The kiss they had just shared had so enchanted Lisa she was not sure she was hearing clearly, thinking correctly. Karen, my wife, had just raised her drenched hand from Lisa's quivering cunt, sucked the juices off her fingers, and then kissed Lisa passionately. The taste of her own pussy from Karen's lips lingered in her mouth, seducing her with desire for more.

Karen kissed Lisa once more, a slow, teasing kiss. Her tongue danced erotically around the blonde's mouth. Without realizing it, Lisa's fingers were exploring Karen's hairless crotch, fondling her vulva. Karen was on fire and wanted this young woman's tongue.

"I asked if you had ever eaten a pussy."

Lisa, having been raised to use polite language, was scandalized to hear Karen's brash tongue. Jimmy, her husband, often used foul language when he had sex with her. She never appreciated it, especially when he called her a bitch or whore, his pet names for her. He would firmly slap her cheek with his cock, call her his little whore, and tell her to suck his dick. He made her feel so insignificant, dirty. Yet, coming from Karen, Lisa found the words to be enticing...inviting.

"I,...uh...well...," ashamed, Lisa looked down. "No."

Karen, realizing that Lisa would comply with any firm demand she made, put her fingertips under the pretty girl's chin, looked her straight in the eye, and sweetly said, "Well, babe, you are going to eat my pussy now. You are going to dip your lovely tongue so deep into my cunt, my juices will drip from your chin." Lisa's eyes widened at these bold demands. "And if you satisfy me, if you are a good girl, I may just take care of you."

Lisa could not believe her ears. She had just met this woman today and now this confident, sexy redhead demanded that she go down on her. Lisa was abashed and awed.

"I'm not a lesbian!" she insisted.

Karen leaned forward and lightly brushed Lisa's lips with hers. "Neither am I," she whispered. "But tonight, we are going to share something beautiful. Something that you will cherish forever." And with that, Karen took Lisa's hand and led her out of the bathroom and to her bed.

The two women stood by the bed looking at each other. Karen was naked from her shower. Her hair hung wet on her shoulders. Her nipples pointed out like erasers waiting to pop off the pencils' end. Lisa was in her satin pajama top, the front hanging open from Karen's earlier caresses. Karen's hazel eyes looked longingly into Lisa's ice blues, then scanned slowly downward to the impressive cleavage evident in the open top. Lisa's nipples pointed into the satin, boasting of large mounds underneath. As her examination continued downward, Karen was impressed with the satiny smoothness of Lisa's belly. And then her gaze fell on Lisa's hairy mound, her pink lips peeping out from underneath. They were moist with anticipation. Karen knew this girl would be a sight to behold with a sexy trim. She licked her own lips.

Lisa's face was blood red. She had never been so embarrassed or so captivated by a moment. This was wrong. Women were not supposed to be intimate like this. She should tell this woman to leave her alone. Everything inside Lisa screamed at her to flee from the room. Everything, that is, but for her pussy. It trembled with desire. She was wet with longing, worked up with curiosity over how this bold, confident woman controlled her. How it would feel to bring her to an orgasm? As wrong as it was, Lisa wanted to please this woman.

Karen lifted the lapels of Lisa's night shirt from her shoulders and let it drop to the floor. Lisa was amazed to see Karen's face as the redhead took in her nudity. Like most women, Lisa saw herself as overweight and unattractive. Yet Karen's breath caught at the sight of this buxom blonde. Lisa nervously bit her bottom lip in hopes that Karen was pleased with what she saw.

Lisa's hopes were not in vain. Karen was mesmerized by the full bodied figure before her. Lisa was 2" shorter and could use to lose a little weight, but that weight was well placed throughout. Karen had always admired full breasts. Lisa's 36c's were delectably plump. The nipples stood straight and proud. The nubs were surrounded by large, brown areola. Karen's mouth watered.

"Lisa...you have just beautiful titties. So full and round. They just yearn to kissed and caressed. Do you like your nipples to be pinched?"

Karen could see the blonde's discomfort by the attention and language. She reveled in the erotic power she held over the compliant blonde.

Lisa, whose color deepened, looked down and mumbled, "Yes."

"What was that?" Karen interjected. "Lisa, look me in the eye when you answer. You have nothing to be ashamed of."

Lisa reluctantly looked up. "Yes," she said.

"Yes what?"

"Yes, I like them to be pinched."

Karen looked at the blonde sternly. "You like what pinched."

"My, uh...my nipples."

"Better," Karen said as she reached over with her left hand and rolled Lisa's right nipple in her fingers, tugging and pinching. Karen was pleased when Lisa closed her eyes and moaned, her hands hanging to her sides, letting Karen have her way with her. "Yes. I can see you like your big nipples pinched. I bet you love them sucked and bitten."

"Y-y-yes," Lisa sighed.

"Lisa, do you want me to suck your titties?"

Lisa, embarrassed at the conversation and held captive by her desire for Karen's touch, nodded her head. Karen took the girl's chin into her hand, staring into her eyes intensely. Lisa opened her eyes and saw the lust filled orbs before her.

"Ask me," Karen demanded. "Ask me to suck your big titties, to nibble your nipples."

"Uhh..., please," Lisa stammered. "K-kiss me breasts."

"No," Karen replied. "I said your titties. Hold them up for me and ask me to suck your titties!"

Lisa felt the heat emanating from her face. She felt so nasty using these words. But she simply could not refuse Karen. So she lifted a heavy mound in each had, looked Karen in the eyes, and asked as nicely as she could, "Please, Karen. Suck my big titties. Bite my nipples. I...I...I want you."

Lisa was happy to see Karen's sensual smile. She trembled as the redhead brought her moist lips first to the left nipple and then kissed her way to the right. Karen took the nub firmly into her teeth and pulled, causing Lisa to close her eyes and moan.

"Mmmmm, yes," she sighed. "Suck my big, beautiful titty."

Karen knew then this girl was hers for the taking. She ordered Lisa to turn around. Lisa complied and Karen was delighted to see the blonde's perfectly shaped butt. She reached out and cupped both cheeks in her hands, squeezing the firm mounds.

"Oh, Lisa, Karen exclaimed, "what I wouldn't give to have an ass like this. My god...it's so firm and smooth. My husband is an ass man. When he is a good boy, I let him stick his big, hard dick up my ass. I love the way his cock glides in and out my ass. I can hardly breath when he fucks me that way. Lisa, have you ever let anyone fuck your ass?"

As Karen asked this personal question, her finger traced around Lisa's anal bud. The digit began to probe Lisa; the hole was tight and tense. Karen could tell she was an ass virgin.

"J-j-jimmy wanted to early in our marriage. He's so rough...I was afraid. I've never let anyone enter me there."

Karen stuck her finger in her mouth and coated it thickly with saliva. She lubricated Lisa's asshole and gently plied it with her fingertip. Lisa tensed and stepped forward, but Karen quickly wrapped her other hand around the girl, catching her by the crotch and pulled her back. With her hand over Lisa's crotch, Karen began messaging Lisa's mound in front as she applied more pressure to the anal opening.

"Just relax, baby. I'm not rough. I am very gentle. This is how my husband taught me to enjoy a good ass fucking. He could teach you as well." Karen pressed her body against Lisa back, pressing her breasts against Lisa's smooth skin, her nipples poking firmly into Lisa's flesh. Karen pressed her mouth to Lisa's ear, "I would enjoy that...watching Mark fuck you in the ass. Hearing you moan with pleasure. Would you like that? Would you like to fuck my husband?"

Lisa was shocked. What woman would ask another if she would like to fuck her husband? Her language was discomforting and shocking. Her fingers were maddening. Karen's finger was halfway up Lisa's ass when she pulled back then gently forward. Lisa couldn't think.

"Mmmm....yes." she moaned. "I mean...no." The blonde was beginning to pant as Karen continued to gently finger fuck her ass. "I, uh...I don't know," she sighed.

Karen smiled to herself at how easily this girl was manipulated. She was so sweet, innocent. Yet, Karen could feel the fire in her, a fire if ignited would unleash a sexual wildcat. A wildcat Karen controlled.

Karen removed her hand from Lisa's pussy. Lisa felt the absence intensely and wanted Karen to keep rubbing her pussy as the redhead explored her ass. Instead, Karen cupped Lisa's cheek and pushed her forward, keeping her finger embedded in the girl's anus.

"Bend for me, Lisa. Let me have your ass." Lisa complied. Facing the bed, she placed both hands on its edge for support. This freed Karen to insert her finger to the hilt.

"Ooooooh...," Lisa purred. Instead of pulling the finger back, Karen began to twirl it inside the tight anus. Lisa gritted her teeth at the discomfort, but soon relaxed to the euphoric feeling that it was giving her. Her pussy tingled at the thrill of the violation of her ass. She was beginning to push back against Karen's hand. With the blonde was lost in the moment, Karen gave Lisa's plump ass a swift smack with her open hand.

"Aaaaah!" Lisa exclaimed. And with that, Karen slipped her finger out and slapped the blonde's ass one more time.

"You have already had you fun," Karen said lightly as she turned the blonde to face her. "It's time to put your pouty lips to work on my dripping pussy."

Karen slipped her hand behind Lisa's head and took a handful of the blonde hair. She pulled Lisa's face to her chest and pushed her tit to Lisa's mouth. Without thought, Lisa's lips parted and embraced the hard nipple in a passionate kiss. Karen gasped at the sense of power and the warmth of Lisa's breath. Lisa's tongue flicked across the nipple and Karen shuttered. Her nipples are extraordinarily sensitive and the blonde's shy manipulation drove her wild.

"That's it, baby, suck my titty. Make me want you."

Lisa took to Karen like a baby. She was surprised at the sensation and pleasure she felt at Karen's rough handling of her head. Karen was overwhelmed by the powerful domination over Lisa and by the electricity firing from her sensitive nipple. She pulled the younger woman's head back and kissed her deeply on the mouth. Then, she let the girl go, turned and crawled onto the bed.

Lisa was captivated at the view before her. Karen was on her hands and knees and Lisa stared lustfully at her ass. She loved the way her cheeks curved sweetly into her thighs. Tentatively, she reached out and traced her fore finger from the top of Karen's crevice, over her asshole, and into her pussy. Lisa was surprised at how wet Karen's slit was and how easy it was to slip a second finger between the engorged lips. Karen moaned as she felt the blonde fondle her folds. She turned her face towards Lisa and looked dreamily at her. Lisa tingled at the sight. She knew this was wrong, but it was oh so right.

"Lisa," Karen commanded. "Stick your tongue up my ass."

The blonde was dumbfounded. Did she hear right? Did Karen really expect her to stick her tongue in her asshole?

"Now," Karen insisted! Hesitantly, Lisa stuck her tongue between her teeth and nervously bent forward. With two fingers still plying the folds of Karen's pussy, the blonde touched Karen's asshole with the tip of her tongue.

Lisa was astonished. She expected to be disgusted by a bitter, nasty taste. Instead, Karen smelled fresh from her shower, with no distinct taste, and the smooth opening warmly embraced her tongue. Uncertain, Lisa moved her tongue up and down the little opening. She felt Karen quiver and felt encouraged.

"MMmmmmmmm," Karen sighed. She loved having her ass reamed and this girl was a natural. "That's it, Lisa. Lick my asshole. Yes, baby, yes. Oh, yeah...work my pussy. Now, push your tongue in me."

Happy to oblige, Lisa wiggled her tongue as she burrowed into the hole. With her fingers in Karen's pussy, she pulled Karen into her face. Pleased with Karen's moaning, she planted her full lips onto the anal bud and sucked as she pushed her tongue in a little deeper.

"Oh, that's it," Karen spoke intensely. "Oh god, yes. Suck my ass."

Karen began to rock back and forth, urging Lisa to keep her kisses coming. The blonde was eager to please and worked earnestly to earn sighs of delight from her mistress. Her fingers worked Karen's pussy as she stroked her clit with her thumb, just as Karen had done to her. Karen delighted in how quickly Lisa learned.

"Three fingers. Put three in me," Karen gasped.

Lisa began sliding three fingers in and out of Karen's dripping pussy. Karen's juices were flowing so freely that Lisa could feel them running down her arm. The musky fragrance filled Lisa's senses as she focused on sucking ass and fingering pussy.

Karen knew it would not be long before she came. She reached behind her and took Lisa's wrist, slowly pulling the fingers out of her pussy. Karen crawled to the center of the bed and pulled Lisa onto her knees on top of the mattress.

"Lisa," Karen said huskily. "I want you to work your wet index and middle fingers into my asshole. Lie on your back and do both together." 

Lisa positioned herself under Karen. Karen's ass was lubricated by Lisa's oral ministrations and Lisa's fingers were soaked with Karen's juices. She found Karen's asshole easy to penetrate. She gently slid the digits halfway down, pulled back, then completed the journey. Karen cried out in ecstasy. She loved being penetrated in the ass and Lisa had long fingers. Karen was in heaven.

"Now suck my clit, Lisa. Use your mouth and tongue. Show me how you like to taste my pussy."

Karen lowered herself onto Lisa's face, causing the girl's fingers to push deeply into Karen's ass. Lisa was pleased with the sweet taste of Karen's pussy. It was a sensation she had never felt. Lisa loved sucking cocks. She was never the prom queen, but in high school, she earned the title of cock queen. She had yet to meet a cock she couldn't deep throat.

The experience of sucking a pussy, however, was just as pleasant. Although she loved the salty tang of a guy's cum, the sweet taste of Karen made her juices run. Karen's outer labia felt smooth against her cheeks and the soft skin of her lips hung invitingly. Lisa slid her tongue through Karen's slit and was reward with a loud moan from the redhead. She knew she was having the desired effect and abandoned herself to the task before her. While pumping Karen's ass with her fingers, Lisa caressed Karen's pussy with her tongue. She sucked the lips into her mouth and bobbed her head back and forth like she was sucking dick. Then, turning her head, she nibbled Karen's labia causing the woman to gasp.

Lisa explored Karen's lips with the tip of her tongue until she found the rock hard prize she longed for. Karen's clit protruded from her like a miniature penis. Lisa almost chuckled with the image. She had never seen another woman's clit and here she was flicking one with her tongue. By the sounds she heard from Karen, she knew she was doing it right.

"Oh god, yes, baby...that's it...that's the spot. Suck my love button. Bite it. Make me cum!"

Lisa needed no further encouragement. She pressed her lips to the clitoris and nursed. Her fingers continued to penetrate Karen's ass. The redhead was caught in euphoria and began to rock her hips, riding Lisa's mouth. Lisa alternated sucking on the clit and fucking Karen's pussy with her tongue. Then she slid back slightly to fully insert her tongue inside Karen. With her free hand, Lisa pushed two fingers against Karen's moist clit, rubbing circles over the distended nub.

Karen dropped both hands to the back of Lisa's head and pulled it into her crotch. She lost all control and thought of nothing but the impending climax. Lisa couldn't breath and didn't care. She could think of no better place to die than with a mouthful of this sweet box. She jammed her fingers quickly in and out of Karen's backside, matching stroke for stroke with her tongue in Karen's pussy. With the firm manipulation she gave the woman's clit, Karen exploded. She shook violently in its thralls. Lisa felt the force of the orgasm as juice flowed freely down her cheeks. She never imagined bringing pleasure to another woman would be so satisfying.

Karen quivered as her orgasm subsided. She slid off Lisa and heard the audible gasp as Lisa took a deep draw of air. Karen snuggled to her and warmly embraced her new friend. This was going to be a wonderful friendship, but Karen knew Lisa had much more to learn.

They kissed each other, sharing the sweet savor of bliss between them. Then Lisa laid her head on Karen's shoulder, tenderly fondling Karen's breast as Karen ran her fingers through Lisa's hair. Finally, Lisa turned and looked meekly at Karen.

"Karen," she asked.

Karen looked into her sweet face and smiled. "Yes, Lisa."

Lisa, struggling with what she wanted, embarrassed, yet driven by a strong need, looked down, and then raised her eyes with determination.

"Please, Karen. Uh...I mean...well. Will you please, uh...you know. My, uh...pussy." The word escaped Lisa's tongue in a whisper. She had never thought of her vagina as a pussy, but she liked the way it sounded. More boldly, she looked Karen in the eye. "Please, Karen. Eat my pussy."

Karen smiled at the blonde. She had already formulated a plan that would bond Lisa to her. My wife planned to make this girl our sex toy. But the bond would need to be strengthened through Lisa's need and desire. Karen had to move forward with skill and finesse. She raised her hand to the blonde's cheek, stroked it warmly with her thumb, and lightly kissed her on the lips.

"Sweetie, you have had plenty tonight. But tomorrow. Tomorrow if you do as I ask, I will see to it that you are satisfied. Now, be a good girl and turn off the light. We have a big day...tomorrow."



Orientation



Wes smiled. "That sounds great. Which hall are you in?"

"I'm in Dotson Hall, room 344."

"I'll be there in an hour," Wes said. He hung up and walked back out into the room, where Devon sat on the edge of the bed, still completely naked, his cock once again hard and throbbing. "I'm bout to take a shower," he said, turning back around.

"I'll take one with you," Devon said quickly, getting up off of the bed. 

"No, I don't think you should." Wes sighed, and leaned against the doorway. "Dude, last night, and this morning, they were big mistakes. They felt good, but they were mistakes."

"What do you mean?" Devon asked, a confused look on his handsome face.

"The plan you had, it won't work. It can't work." Wes rubbed his hand down his face. "It was a nice try, but there's no way we can be together only in here. It doesn't seem right to me."

"But--"

"No, no buts, Devon." Wes kissed Devon softly. "I can't be about just sex. And I can't be with someone that can't be with me in public. Not even in private. I'm sorry."

Wes walked quickly back into the bathroom, shut the door, and locked it.

Devon walked back to the bed and sat down, his mind awash in thoughts. I'm so stupid, he thought disconsolately. Actually, I know exactly how to solve this.

Wes stepped out of the bathroom ten minutes later, ready to have another confrontation with Devon, but Devon wasn't there. Where did he go? Wes shrugged. That made it easier, because now he had to go meet with Cameron, and he didn't think he could just NOT tell Cameron. It wasn't in his nature. Looking at the bed wistfully for a moment, Wes stepped out of the room, pulling the door closed.

"May I help you?" The woman at the Registrar's Desk asked as he stepped up. "Yes, I'd like to request a change of roommates." 

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CHAPTER SEVEN: IT ALL BLOWS UP

"May I help you?" The woman at the Registrar's Desk asked as he stepped up. 

"Yes, I'd like to request a change of roommates." 

"Reason?" The woman gave him an appraising look, and Devon suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Uh, irreconcilable differences," Devon said.

"Son, this is a change of roommate, not a divorce."

"Well, we're not getting along."

"Well, you're going to need to get your roommate to sign this form, too." The woman handed him a slip of paper. "Come back when you have his signature."

"Uh, ok," Devon said, turning and walking quickly away from the desk.

Wes took a deep breath, and then knocked on Cameron's door. "Coming!" Cameron's voice called from the other side, and a moment later the door was pulled open. "Wes, hey."

Wes smiled. "Hey, Cameron. How are you?"

"Fine. Not much has changed since we talked a little while ago." Cameron smiled. "Come on in, and we can decide what we want to do."

Wes nodded and followed Cameron into his room. He was surprised to see that it was a singles room. He had expected Cameron to have a roommate, but he didn't. He looked around the room and took in the neatness of it, seeing the specific way things were put up, or how his desk was organized. Cameron was definitely a very organized guy.

"So, do we want to do something that costs or are we gonna go gratis today?" Cameron sat down on the edge of his bed and turned his gaze to Wes.

Wes immediately felt uncomfortable, like he was being scrutinized, even though he knew he wasn't. It was mainly his guilt over what he had done with Devon—not regret, just guilt.

"Uh, I don't mind either way. You decide." Wes diverted his gaze from Cameron, focusing instead on the ugly pastel green carpet.

"Is something wrong?" Cameron asked, standing up and crossing to Wes. "You seem . . . I don't know, distant, I guess."

Wes smiled. "Everything's fine, I promise."

Cameron gave him a gentle peck on the cheek. "Good," he murmured, his hands sliding down to gently cup Wes' butt, but the dark haired boy pulled away, his mind filling with the vision of himself riding Devon, the look of pleasure in Devon's eyes . . .

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to cross any lines," Cameron said quickly, taking a step back from Wes. "I don't know why I moved that fast—"

"It isn't that," Wes said quickly. "I just . . . Have a lot on my mind. I'm sorry." He ran a hand through his hair. "I promise to be better today."

"You don't have to be," Cameron said, rubbing Wes' shoulders. "You're allowed to be moody if you so choose, stud. In fact, I insist. We're not leaving this room until you're moody enough to upset a Care Bear."

"A Care Bear?" Wes asked, laughing. "Where did that come from?"

Cameron shrugged, grinning sheepishly. "I don't know," he admitted, "I just thought of something cuddly." Wes snorted again. "So, have you decided what you want to do?"

"Yes," Wes said, stepping forward and giving Cameron a passionate kiss, his tongue delving into the blonde guy's mouth and prodding his tongue into action.

The kiss built in passion, and once again Cameron's hands reached for Wes' ass, squeezing, kneading the cheeks, his fingers pressing against his hole through the jeans, the slightly sore flesh sending a sharp tendril of pain through Wes, causing the dark boys to pull away, turning his back to Cameron.

Cameron wrapped his arms around Wes, reading the message wrong, and slid his hands down his chest, towards his crotch, and Wes let out a cry and broke away from Cameron, and without even looking back he stormed out of Cameron's room, just leaving the door open. 

Cameron stared after him, completely confused.

Devon sat on the bed, holding the paper that he had to get Wes to sign. He wasn't thrilled to do this, but it had to be done. It was the best thing for both of them.

Devon kept telling himself that, but still he wasn't sure. No, he was sure, he just wasn't happy with it. 

Not that he didn't understand where Wes was coming from, because he did. He could honestly say that he would probably do the same thing. It still hurt, though.

Devon buried his face in his hands, hoping that he was making the right decision. There was no turning back after this, he knew. He would either make things easier for them both, or Wes would hate him forever.

He sat there for a few moments more and then he heard a key in the lock, and knew that Wes was back. A feeling of dread suddenly filled him, and he was tempted to tear the request form up, but knew this was something he had to go through with. And go through with it he would. 

Wes came in, and Devon stood. Without even saying anything he thrust the paper into Wes' hands, holding a pen out as well.

Wes examined it for a moment, looking up at Devon, his face marred with disbelief. "What is this?"

"It's a change of room form," Devon mumbled, realizing that this was not the best way to have handled it.

"I realize that," Wes said angrily, "I mean why the hell are you doing this now?"

"Because it needs to be done," Devon said, diverting his eyes. "Its for the best."

"I can't fucking believe this," Wes said, turning and running out of the room, slamming the door shut. Devon stood there for a moment, and then rushed out of the room after him.

*

CHAPTER EIGHT: BEDSIDE

Devon watched the scene unravel in a sort of macabre slow motion. He saw Wes shaking his head and turning back away from him, he saw him take that first step out into the street, and he saw, with growing horror, the Jeep Grand Cherokee speeding past the light onto the campus road. He had barely a moment to let out a warning shout before the Jeep hit Wes, his body crumpling like a rag doll, flipping across the hood and then falling into the street.

The car screeched to a halt and it was like everything was in motion again. Devon, his chest pounding with fear, leapt into the street, at Wes' body in seconds. He fearfully felt for a pulse, and thank God there was one.

The driver of the Jeep hovered over Devon, clearly panicking. "I didn't see him," he kept muttering to himself. "I didn't fucking see him."

"It doesn't matter," Devon snapped. "Call a fucking ambulance!" The blonde turned back to Wes as the driver fumbled for his cell phone.

"Please be ok," he whispered, tears threatening to overwhelm his voice and his vision. He saw a thin trickle of blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, and a small puddle of blood was forming in the street around his head.

Dean caressed Wes' cheek, letting the tears flow freely for the moment, letting his emotion come out.

"The ambulance is on its way," the driver said, unable to hide the frightened tremble pervading his limbs. "They said give it three minutes at the most."

God, Devon prayed, let him make it. Devon took Wes' hand in his own and cried, not caring who saw him.

Cameron couldn't believe it. He had been in his room, trying to figure out what had gone wrong with Wes when his cell phone rang. He had seen that it was Wes' number, so he answered it. "Hello?"

The voice on the other end had been choked up, tear soaked, as if the speaker had been crying. "Hello?" Cameron said again.

"Yes . . . Are you a friend of Wes?"

Cameron thought the question odd, but something had told him that this was important, so he had answered honestly. "Uh, yeah, who is this? Why are you on Wes' phone?"

There had been a long pause, in which the speaker had taken several rattling breath. "Wes is on his way to the hospital. He's been in an accident." The voice had finally said.

"What happened?" Cameron had asked. "Is he ok?"

"He was hit by a car," the voice had said. 

"How did you know to call me?" Cameron had asked.

The voice had taken another deep breath and then had said "You were the last person he talked to on the phone." And then the line went dead.

And now Cameron was rushing to the hospital, wondering just how serious the situation was.

All of the cars on the road seemed to be going to slow, as if they were conspiring to keep him from Wes. He was frustrated, worried, impatient and fearful. He swerved around a green Mazda that was simply riding its brakes down the fucking interstate. 

He heard a few horns but ignored them. They could honk all they damn well pleased, it made no difference to him. 

He saw the sign that had the circled "H" on it that read "NEXT LEFT". Good. He was almost there.

Devon sat in the waiting room, tapping his foot nervously. It had been 2 hours since he had called Cameron, 2 hours since the doctors had begun their work on Wes.

Devon glanced across the room to where Cameron stood at the vending machine, trying to make a selection. Something finally caught his eye and he hit the code, and a bag of chips dropped down.

Every time a doctor walked by both Devon and Cameron would tense, hoping they carried word of Wes, but a doctor had yet to stop in. 

The two guys had traded few words in the 2 hours that had passed, both focusing on their own inner thoughts. 

Another twenty minutes passed and a doctor finally stepped into the waiting room. Devon and Cameron crossed to the doctor quickly, eager for word.

"How is he?" Devon asked quickly. "Is he going to be ok?"

The doctor held up a hand to stem the flow of questions Devon was about to release. "Wesley is doing well, considering, but he's not out of the woods. He's suffered a broken arm, a few cracked ribs, and most likely a concussion. He's still not conscious, which could cause some problems down the road."

"What kind of problems?" Cameron asked.

"Don't be too concerned," the doctor said patiently. "We're not going to worry about that for a few days." The doctor looked between the two boys. "If you'd like, you may go in and see him, but only for a few minutes."

The two boys thanked the doctor and went in the direction the doctor had pointed. They passed three doors before coming to the room number the doctor told them.

The door was open and the two went in.

Cameron, who had not been there when the accident took place, was unprepared for what he saw, and he had to take a step back, taking in the battered and now bruising body lying prone on the bed, an IV in his arm.

"How fast was that car going?" Cameron asked.

"I would guess about 50," Devon answered, not taking his eyes off of Devon. 

The boys sat in there for a good thirty minutes, until a nurse came in and told them that their time was up. The two boys said quiet goodbyes to Wes before leaving. 

Devon walked slowly down the hallway, and Cameron quickly got ahead of him. Once he saw that Cameron was gone he turned back to the nurse, grabbing her arm before she could go. He noted her name was Alexis, and filed that away for future use. 

"Miss," he said, "is there any way I can stay for a little while longer? Just a little?"

Alexis frowned, but then she saw the real emotion in Devon's eyes, and her frown softened. "I'll give you ten minutes," she said, "no more."

Devon gave her a nod and walked back into the room. He sat back on the edge of the bed and caressed Wes' face. Suddenly overwhelmed with tears, he buried his face in the sheets at Wes' side.