4 comments/ 10168 views/ 10 favorites Addy's Summer of Awakening By: peyskip This is my second story. I want to thank all of you who commented on my first, especially those who offered constructive criticism. As my first story stemmed quite a bit from real experience, I was not surprised to see the comments that it was "believable." This story, however, is a real stretch for me, especially since the lead character is a woman. It's a response to a challenge I made to myself. I hope that you like it. It's also quite long and takes awhile to heat up, mainly because I wanted to develop the characters a bit before the fun stuff started. Enjoy! DISCLAIMER: This story contains some male to male sexual contact and group sex. If that offends you, you might want to consider skipping this story and reading something else. All characters are over eighteen. ***** Addy's Summer of Awakening I gasped when I saw his death announcement in the Bulletin of Higher Education-Dr. Rajesh Ramenkutti, Associate Professor of Physics, Barnes Institute of Technology, age 32, cancer. Even though his parents called me when he died and I attended his funeral, seeing those words in black and white somehow shocked me all over again. Perhaps it's the finality of it all. When something is printed, it might as well be etched in stone. My memories started coming back like the way the raw emotions flowed into me when I gave birth to my son Phillip Rajesh Mason. Raj was such a big part of my youth, as was our dear friend Phil who passed just last year in a horrible car accident. Raj and Phil were gone. What would life be like? I guess you could say that Raj and Phil were my best friends in high school. I didn't realize that until my senior year, though, but the maturity and perspective I gained during that time made the fact so clear in the weeks before I left for college. The boys were nerds. I can't say it any more plainly or any more accurately. They competed over grades, over video games, and over the least little acknowledgment that I could give. But I didn't quite realize how they felt about me until the summer of my senior year. I'm Dr. Adelaide Isabel Mason. I'm the associate dean at an exclusive college for women in central Virginia. In high school I was Addy-head cheerleader, prom queen, girlfriend to the starting quarterback on our state championship team. I had it all from the social perspective, and I had brains too. I moved in the best circles, went to all the cool parties, my parents had all the right connections. My life was so different from Raj and Phil's. Raj's parents ran a small Indian restaurant that had modest success in our little town. When he wasn't studying, he worked. Phil's dad died while serving in the military and his mom fell on hard times. They lived in a trailer park on the outskirts of town. Tammy, Phil's mom, was a drunk and a slut, so Phil spent most of his time at school or studying in our local diner so he wouldn't have to be at home. I had it made. My dad was a crackerjack lawyer who represented the mining companies that I now know ruined our town and my mom was an ER doc at the local hospital. I had everything I ever wanted growing up, and more important, I had what every child really needs, loving, concerned, and involved parents. Raj, Phil, and I were great friends in elementary school. We competed for grades, studied together, and generally hung out most of the time. In middle school, though, everything began to change. My braces came off. I blossomed. My boobs started to come in, I now sport 34 C's thank you very much, I never struggled with acne, and I inherited my mom's great looks—luxurious auburn hair, green eyes, and a lithe, athletic body. Like mom, I was fair skinned, and for some reason, even my freckles came in at the perfect places for optimum effect. But Raj and Phil grew nerdier and nerdier as middle school went on especially since it seemed that puberty was making them wait at the end of the line. By the time we reached high school, the popular boys asked me out several times a week while Phil and Raj played backgammon and video games together. In high school I started dating Chad, yes, his name was Chad. He was a great quarterback, who went on to fame in college and even got drafted in the seventh round by the pros, although he didn't make his team and came back home to coach at our high school. Chad was the most popular guy in school, and as I would come to learn, a total shit. For the most part, high school was dreamy for me. I ran with the popular crowd, made excellent grades, enjoyed my popular, handsome boyfriend, and generally basked in the glowing cocoon my loving parents constructed for us. That is until senior year advanced calculus with Mr. Moore came around. Jeez I struggled in that class. Well "struggled" isn't exactly the word. I sort of got it, but "B's" were unacceptable to me at the time. Phil and Raj breezed through the first weeks of class, so sometime in late September I asked them to tutor me. My SAT's were excellent and I'd applied at several of the best schools in the country. I wasn't going to ruin my GPA with one class. Also, I wanted to knock either Raj or Phil off the pedestal and be valedictorian or salutatorian—did I mention that I was as competitive as they were? As expected Raj and Phil laughed and mocked me when I approached them, but being all around good eggs they agreed to help. Our tests were usually on Fridays, so we got in the habit of studying together at my house on Thursday nights. Mom and dad would order pizza for the three of us, go off on "date night," and leave us alone to study. And we studied hard, but the boys were so good at explaining things to me, unlike the obtuse Mr. Moore, that I usually got what I needed after an hour or so and the guys and I would generally chat, watch some tv, and just enjoy each other's company again in ways that the social conventions at school wouldn't generally allow. I loved being with them, they were both more serious and funnier than the crowd I hung out with, especially Chad who in addition to being a total liar, cheater, and genuine shit, was also a complete meathead. We started to call our evenings our "Thursday Night Socials." With their help, by mid-term I'd pulled up to an "A-" and ultimately finished the course with an "A." Even after I started cruising in the class, the boys and I kept up the socials. We'd study for the tests for forty-five minutes or an hour then chitchat about everything under the sun. Their wit and intelligence energized me in ways that my boyfriend and my cheerleading sisters simply could not. At graduation, they beat me out for the highest honor. I got an "A-" in a stupid religion course, try challenging creationism at a conservative Christian academy. That one grade knocked me out of contention. In early June my parents threw us a big party as we all got accepted to our dream schools and celebrated our eighteenth birthdays since the three of us were born only two days apart. Most of the kids at the party came from my social circle and generally ignored Raj and Phil, which I guess was a lot better than the bullying they got in the first years of high school. Isn't interesting how high school seniors seem to bond in their last year, even the geeky kids gain at least a tacit form of acceptance? At the party Chad disappeared with Monica Lewinsky for an hour—no relation to the chick with the blue dress from the Oval Office—just a sad coincidence. It was a frequent occurrence. All the girls wanted him for his handsome face and chiseled body. And he was a weakling. I'd become used to Chad's dalliances, but Raj and Phil were incensed. The next day they both came over to my house to tell me how I needed to drop the jerk. I knew they were right, but heck, it was the last summer of freedom and I enjoyed Chad's physical attributes as well. A week after my eighteenth birthday, I let Chad take my cherry. Over the summer, I didn't see Raj and Phil all that much. Occasionally, mom and dad would take us to Raj's parent's restaurant, he'd stop and say "hi" but the place was bustling and he always had to get back to work. Phil was even more out of sight. He got a job at the mine to save money for Tech where he was starting in the fall. He was so brilliant. After his freshman year he left school for a job in Silicon Valley and became the first billionaire to hail from our hometown. Raj and I stuck it out. He ultimately became a respected physicist and I got my Ph. D. in English and moved into administration after my divorce. I loved teaching, but the financial benefits of being a dean helped bolster my income as a single mom. Reading Raj's obituary brought back so many memories of my years with the boys, our Thursday Night Socials, and what I now recognize as the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Just thinking about it, I got so wet in my office that I told my administrative assistant to hold my calls, locked the door, and diddled my wet pussy to a wicked orgasm. When I finished, I cried for Raj and my dear Phil and thought back again to that summer day, the Thursday before I left for college. Summer was coming to an end. The week before I was to catch my flight to school in Palo Alto, my dad's stepmother died. She'd been living in Sweden for over twenty years. I'd never met her, but mom told me that she was very important to dad when he was young and that they were going to have to go to her funeral. They'd get back the day before my flight to see me off, but I'd have the week before college on my own at the house. For many kids in that situation, alone at mom and dad's McMansion with two fridges stocked with beer, a wine collection to die for, and a fully stocked bar, that news would have conjured dreams of a week of blowout parties. But I had other ideas. There was no way I was going to college with Chad as my ball and chain, especially since I was going to California and he had an athletic scholarship from an east coast school. We'd had sex a few times that summer, but the encounters were always quick and in his car, hardly comfortable. I'd jerk him off, give him a blowjob, or let him pump into me a few times until he pulled out and came. He'd never lasted long in my pussy and he'd never gone down on me or given me an orgasm. But the contact we had kindled the voracious sexual appetite that still energizes me to this day. I decided that I'd have him over for a proper fuckfest then kick him to the curb. I figured he'd be relieved that he didn't have to give me the "I think we should see other people when we go to college" talk. Mom and dad left on Sunday. I spent all day Monday preparing for a Tuesday night of fun with Chad. I drove into the city twenty miles away and bought the ingredients for a great romantic dinner, shrimp, caviar, and fancy handmade pasta. On the way home I stopped at a farmer's market just outside of town and purchased a variety of fresh veggies. I took a long bath, shaved my legs and underarms, I even trimmed my pussy hair which was getting a little out of control. I got so horny! While trimming my hairs, I decided to shave completely around the lips and most of my mound leaving a "landing strip" like the one I'd seen on this gorgeous model when I peeked at one of my dad's dirty magazines. Something about trimming down there made me so wet. Hell, to be honest, I got so horny I felt like a vagina with legs. I got out of the bath and looked at my naked body in mom's full-length mirror. Inspecting myself, I came to an objective conclusion. I was smoking hot! My boobs had almost reached their full 34 C size. The light pink aureoles were offset by puffy nipples that were nearly as round as a dime. When I tweaked them, they got hard and protruded out by nearly a half inch. Watching them in the mirror made me want to lick them, which I did instinctively, holding them up one by one and lapping them with my hungry tongue. My auburn hair, which I had just got cut short into a pixie, had the most beautiful texture. My shoulders sported a sprinkling of sexy freckles. My green eyes were so penetrating, that I understood why dad liked to call me "bright eyes." Turning around I realized why I was always catching men ogling my ass. And my trimmed pussy looked so pink and wet. I just had to touch it. I reclined on mom and dad's bed. Taking my time, I licked my nipples over and over, tweaking them with my thumb and forefinger pinching them hard, pulling on them, making myself so wet. The aureole puckered like goose bumps and my nipples protruded to almost an inch. Mom and dad had mirrors all around the room, I was too innocent then to realize why, but I took notice and watched myself as I masturbated which added a great deal to the session. My hand drifted down to my pussy which was so wet and warm I felt like I could be happy just leaving my fingers inside me forever. I teased the remaining hairs on my landing strip, pulling them softly, then harder, alternating between hard yanks and soft tweaks. My fingers traced the bald area next to my lips. Finally, I let my finger enter me. I'd never been so wet in my life. It got me so hot that I slipped in a second finger, then a third. Seeing my reflection in the mirror as I gently finger fucked my pussy and pinched my nipples really got me going. Soon I was ramming my fingers in and out of me like I was being plowed by a succubus. My orgasm began to build and I brought my other hand down to finger my clit. The heavy breathing sounds and moans I was making (it was great not having to be quiet lest mom or dad found out) only added to the sexual heat. Finally I came on my fingers letting out a scream. I curled into a ball and hugged myself as the tremors slowly subsided. This had been the best masturbation session I'd had since I'd started earlier in the summer. The solitude, the ability to vocalize, made me fell so free. Damn! I thought why did I have to live on campus with a roommate for a year before I could get my own apartment? Slowly I came out of my reverie and got dressed. I spent the rest of the night reading and slept in. Next day I hauled my lazy butt out of bed at noon and went for a swim. The cool water felt so good in the hot August sun. I sunned for awhile on the chaise lounge and started to get horny again. Thinking of what I was going to do with Chad that evening also got me excited. I resisted the urge to fuck myself again and went inside to tidy up and take a nice shower before Chad came over. I wanted a bath, but I knew I wouldn't be able to keep my hands off myself if I got into a nice hot bubbly tub. Instead I showered, which did little to abate my horniness, and just enjoyed the tingling anticipation. When I got out of the shower I went into mom and dad's bedroom. I'd already decided that none of my clothes were right for the occasion. I found a matching set of mom's underwear, a deep red bra and matching lace panties. Rummaging through her drawer, I found a pair of sheer black stockings and figured out how to put on the garters and suspenders and slipped on a pair of her red stilettos. I looked like a young whore. I felt like one too. After all, I was getting ready to fuck the crap out of this guy I realized I had absolutely no feelings for. Of course I didn't feel guilty at all because I knew he cheated on me and, hey, he was going to get the ride of his life. I slipped on mom's favorite yellow sundress. I'm about two inches taller than her, so the bottom of the dress came up scandalously high on my thighs, revealing the top of the garters. Going back into my room, I got out my make-up case and tried to doll my face up the way mom would when she and dad had a date. I chose a deep red lipstick that matched the bra and panties. I felt so pretty. When I was satisfied with the look, I went down stairs, mixed the salad and did the mise en place for the dinner. Remarkably, Chad arrived on time which meant he was fifteen minutes late. I greeted him at the door and kissed him deeply. He then exclaimed "My God Addy! You look so beautiful!" I said nothing. Rather, I dropped to my knees and began rubbing his cock through his pants. I'd already figured I'd need to give him a release if I wanted him to last longer when the fucking began. Rubbing him outside of his pants, I watched as his bulge got bigger and bigger. Wrapping my hand around it I stroked him over his pants. It felt kind of lewd. I liked it! I could feel my cheeks and chest flushing with sexual tension. Undoing his zipper I reached in and pulled his beautiful cock out of his khakis. His dick looked so pink and inviting. He was about four and a half inches semi-hard and grew another inch or inch and a half after he got worked up. It was so pink and pretty. Each vein bulged and on his little tip, I could see a drop of pre-cum. I flicked my tongue over his pee hole, and then pulled down his pants and undies so I could get that yummy thing into my mouth. Although I knew this was just a preliminary to a long night of fucking, I wanted to go slow and give him the best blowjob I possibly could. Taking Chad's member into my hot mouth, I felt at once so slutty and so hungry. I sucked in just the tip and slowly began adding inch after inch until I had his full shaft in my mouth. I gagged a bit, but he was just the right size, his tip reaching just the front of my throat. Slowly I pumped him in and out of my wet, warm mouth, letting my saliva drip down his shaft. His cock became so slippery and I could feel every bump and vein in my trampy mouth. He stopped me for a second to pull his pants and briefs all the way off. My pussy oozed with excitement. Every time I felt Chad begin to get close, I'd slow down and let his cock slip out of my mouth. I'd tease the tip with my tongue and run it up and down his engorged shaft. One time I went down and licked his scrotum the sensation of which seemed to drive him wild. I took each testicle in my mouth and sucked them, then licked my way back up his shaft and resumed sucking his beautiful cock. Chad moaned and put his hands on either side of my head. At first his fingers gently caressed my hair, but soon they became more insistent. He started fucking my face, increasing the speed with each pump and moaning guttural noises like I've never heard before. Soon he said, "Addy, I'm going to cum." When I would blow Chad in his car, he'd always warn me and I'd have a tissue ready to catch his cum. But tonight, I not only wanted to taste it, I wanted to drink it down like the hot sexy woman I could feel myself becoming every minute his cock was in my mouth. Finally he grunted and started to pull away, but I grabbed him by the hips and impaled my mouth on his exploding penis. Soon he filled my mouth with his warm salty-sweet bitterness. My first taste of cum. Oh how I wanted more! Chad collapsed against the front door, his breathing was somewhat irregular as if he'd just finished his sprints after practice. He said "Jesus Addy, that was fantastic." I just smiled naughtily at him, winked, and said "glad you liked it, there's a lot more to come." Chad put his pants back on and I took his hand and led him into the den. I mixed him a Jack and Coke from dad's bar. I made myself a gin and tonic with a twist of lime. I'd never tried one before, but it was mom's go to drink. After the first sip I realized that I could learn to like that as much as I was already learning to like the taste of cum. Chad and I enjoyed our drinks and made small talk about the summer coming to an end. He'd already been to school for some spring training with the team and was only back for a few days until the fall semester and practice started. Games would begin in the second week of school. He said he liked the guys and the coach, but realized how difficult college football was going to be and how hard he knew he'd have to work. In a really unChadlike way, he confessed to being a bit worried about whether or not he could handle it all. Addy's Summer of Awakening At that moment I felt for Chad. He'd always been so cocksure of himself, but now he seemed apprehensive and vulnerable. Could he be evolving? I wondered should I stick things out for a while longer. As those thoughts crossed my mind, his old bravado kicked in and he boasted about how much stronger his arm was than the current starter and how he felt confident that he'd beat him out by mid season. I took one of the hors d'oeuvres I'd laid out on the coffee table. Chad grabbed one too and made a face when he tasted the caviar. "Give it a chance" I said. He took another bite, and then devoured almost the entire tray. I couldn't tell if he liked them or if he was just so hungry that he scarfed them down so fast so he wouldn't actually taste them. When we'd finished, I mixed us both another drink and excused myself to the kitchen to finish cooking. Everything was prepped so all I really had to do is throw the ingredients together. I kicked up the pot of hot water up to boil and added the pasta and a little salt. While the noodles cooked I fired up a big non-stick skillet and added a bit of extra virgin olive oil and a little butter. While the butter was melting, I hit it with a little mixture I'd made up of salt, black pepper, white pepper, sweet paprika, and cayenne that I mixed up before Chad arrived. I'd gotten the recipe from one of mom's gourmet mags. It came from a famous Cajun chef who said you had to season the mixture every time you added a new ingredient to "build" what he called "depth of flavor." When the butter melted I added shallots, garlic, and green onions and seasoned them as they started to wilt. Once the veggies became translucent, I added a bit of white wine to deglaze the pan. Then, I added the shrimp and more seasoning along with a little heavy whipping cream. Carefully watching so the shrimp wouldn't overcook, I drained the pasta just as they turned that beautiful shrimpy pink and added it to the pan to finish cooking. When everything was done, I plated the pasta into wide bowls and garnished it with chopped parsely, sliced scallions, and some freshly grated parm. Chad came into the kitchen when I added the wine and said "holy shit Addy, that smells amazing." I smiled inside wondering again if I'd been too hard on Chad, and should I give him some more time to become the boyfriend I really wanted. We ate by candlelight in the dining room. I opened a bottle of Alsatian wine that the magazine had recommended for the shrimp, luckily, dad had several bottles of the stuff in his cellar. Chad didn't say much during dinner as he thoroughly enjoyed the pasta. I liked it too, it was creamy and spicy, just the way I imagined the after dinner sex would be. Even though I'd planned the evening as a fuckfest, I had to admit to myself that supper was pretty romantic. After the pasta, we ate a simple fruit compote I'd put together thinking that the main dish would be heavy enough and that we wouldn't want a really rich dessert. It was a perfect combination. Chad helped me clear the table and load the dishwasher. I poured us both a snifter of dad's good cognac and we went back into the den. I put on one of dad's soft Jazz records, a guitar album by a guy named Joe Pass. I sat down next to Chad on the sofa and snuggled up to him as we sipped the cognac and listened to the beautiful music. Finally, Chad leaned over to kiss me and I opened my lips so we could explore each other's tongues. I was melting. We kissed for at least half an hour, more than we ever did in our rush-rush sessions in his car. He'd told his mom that he was sleeping at our friend Paul's house and for the first time with Chad we didn't have to hurry. He seemed as cognizant of that fact as I did. As we kissed our hands roamed over each other's bodies. He seemed to revel in the feel of my stockings working his hands gradually up my thighs until he found the lacy panties. I gasped as he rubbed his fingers over my dripping pussy, kissed him hard, and whispered, "let's go up to bed." I led him up the stairs to mom and dad's room thinking that their mirrored walls would be much sexier than the teen idol posters I had hanging up in mine. I was so right. I watched in the mirror as Chad undressed me, unzipping my dress and slipping it off my shoulders onto the floor. Chad looked back and gasped as he took me in all decked out in mom's sexiest underwear. But he didn't look long. I guess my matching bra and panties along with the stockings, garters, and heels kinda set him on fire. Soon my bra was on the floor and my nipples in his mouth. Chad tried to be gentle, but he was hungry and insistent. Before long I was completely naked. He picked me up and put me on the bed. One hand went to my nipple and another to my crotch. He stopped for a second and I watched him undress in the big mirror. In a jiffy he was completely naked. His cock had clearly recovered from my blowjob and was pointing up to heaven. He climbed on the bed and we started kissing. I tried to urge him gently down to my crotch, God how I'd wanted to feel his tongue on my pussy. Chad sort of got the hint. With my hands encouraging him, he kissed down to my hot hungry cunt. I guided his face to my crotch and lifted my hips to his mouth. He licked me a few times, but quickly kissed his way up to my mouth. I guess he didn't like the taste. This confused me. Since I'd started masturbating, I'd learned to love sucking my fingers after they'd been in my pussy. I secretly dreamed of tasting another girl. But I guess it wasn't Chad's thing. I was a little bit miffed, but, oh my, I was also so horny that all I could think about was him putting his hard cock in me. Chad mounted me missionary style and started humping away. I knew that his meant he'd cum pretty soon even though I'd drained his cock a couple of hours earlier. I didn't want it this way. To slow him down, I put my hands on his shoulders and rolled him over. It took a minute for him to figure out what I wanted, but he ultimately complied. With Chad on his back, I smiled at him and slipped him out of me. I kissed my way down to his crotch and went down on him, purposefully slowing everything down. After I sucked him for a few minutes I took my mouth off of his penis and wrapped my hand around his cock, jacking him slowly. I conjured up my lustiest look and stared in his eyes as I rose up to climb on his shaft. This time, I wanted to cum too, and I thought I might be able to ride him a bit to get myself there. I slowly mounted his shaft as I looked at us in the mirror. We looked so hot! Slowly I began riding his shaft, every now and then taking his cock completely out of me to rub it against my clit. I could feel my own heat starting to rise. I wanted more. Soon I was bouncing up and down on him as fast as I could my breathing becoming so fast I felt like I was in a race. Watching myself in the mirror as I rode his cock got me even more worked up. I'd been concentrating on myself for so long, I was oblivious to Chad. Soon though, I heard his breath coming in gasps. I wasn't there myself, but I knew he was at the point of no return. "I'm going to cum" he groaned. Usually that meant he'd pull out, but since I was on top, I realized he was giving me a head's up. I moaned "It's ok baby, I'm on the pill now, cum inside me, I want it." Even though I was disappointed, I knew there wasn't much else I could do. I hoped that he wouldn't be finished for the night. Chad started grunting and I could feel his cock spurting off inside my womb. "That's it baby cum in me" I urged. That's when the unthinkable happened. Chad thrust hard inside me and groaned "oh Monica you're so fucking hot!" I catapulted off of him! His cock was still spurting cum. "WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU JUST SAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT?" I was screaming at him. I don't think Chad quite realized what was going on. He looked scared. "What's the matter Addy" he pleaded. "You just cried out that bitch Monica's name" I spit back at him. "Oh baby, don't think about that" he said coming toward me. Chad reached out to take me in his arms and I punched him in the throat. "Don't touch me you asshole" I screamed. "But Addy..." Chad started. "Get out of my house you motherfucker! I never want to see you again" I yelled and ran into mom's bathroom and locked the door. Chad mumbled a brief apology and left the room. I turned on the shower as I heard Chad descend the stairs and slam the door behind him. Luckily I found some of mom's Summer's Eve and douched every bit of that moron's seed out of me. I showered for at least an hour trying to scrub off every bit of his touch. Eventually, the hot water calmed me down and I finished up, got out of the shower, and slipped on mom's terrycloth robe. I went downstairs and poured myself another cognac and went up to my room. I slammed the brandy down and cried myself to sleep. It was almost noon when I finally woke up on Wednesday. I dragged myself out of bed and went into mom's room. I stripped off the bedclothes and took them down to the laundry room. After I dumped them in and started the washing machine, I went into the kitchen and made coffee. I wasn't hungry, but I nibbled on one of the croissants mom had left for me anyway as I drank my java. Luckily, shithead had helped me tidy up the kitchen, so the house was in pretty good shape. I poured a second cup and went out and sat by the pool. My anger had finally subsided-I mean what else should I have expected from a dipshit like Chad? More than anything I was mad at myself for thinking that maybe he had changed and I shouldn't break up with him. Well "fool me once . . ." as dad would say. After I finished my coffee, I felt a lot better. I went upstairs and put on a pair of gym shorts and a tank top, grabbed my jogging shoes and went for a long run in the hot afternoon sun. When I got back I took a shower and threw on a pair of blue jean shorts and another tank. It was about three-thirty in the afternoon and I realized that I really didn't have anything to eat since nibbling on the croissant. The fridge was stocked and the pantry was full, but after last night, I didn't feel like eating at home. I thought I'd just drive to town and treat myself to an early dinner. I got in my car, mom and dad's graduation present, a red convertible Mazda Miata and sped into town. It was about four-fifteen. Most of the restaurants in the village didn't open for dinner service until five, but I realized that Raj's place stayed open between lunch and dinner, so I parked nearby and popped in. A nice lamb vindaloo would be great on such a hot day. I've always loved a spicy meal in the summertime, plus I wanted comfort food. I opened the door and immediately spied Raj wiping off a table. "Hey Addy!" he said, his eyes lighting up immediately. I went over and gave him a peck on the cheek, something I'd never done before. "Hey buddy" I said as I noticed him blushing. "I'm hungry." "Oh sit anywhere you want Addy, I'll get you a menu." Raj was back in a second with a glass of water and a menu. "Sit down Raj" I said, "take a load off." Raj peeked backed toward the kitchen and said "I'd really like to, but you know my mom and dad." I nodded in acknowledgement and ordered my vindaloo and a glass of iced tea. On any other occasion I might have been a bit shy about shoveling the food down so fast in front of one of my friends, but I was so hungry I didn't care. Raj was attentive as I ate, constantly refilling my tea which was a blessing since his mom's vindaloo was absolutely fiery. We chatted for a minute or two each time he stopped by, but near the end of my meal, the restaurant had started filling up with the early dinner crowd. I cleaned my plate and Raj stopped by, "anything else Addy?" "No hun, just the check" I replied. "Nonsense, this one's on me" my friend said. "Aw that's sweet Raj," I cooed "but really, I've got mom's credit card." Raj wouldn't hear of it, so I just thanked him and got up to leave. I hugged him and gave him another peck. Then I had an idea. "Say Raj, tomorrow's my last Thursday in town, how about you and Phil come over for one last Thursday Night Social?" I asked. Raj beamed. "Great idea Addy, let me ask my dad if I can have the evening off." Raj's dad grudgingly agreed and Raj volunteered to call Phil. We were all set. "Good" I said, "I'll see you guys around six." I took the long way driving home meandering through the beautiful hills that surrounded our town. By the time I pulled into the garage, my spirits had lifted, I'd felt better than I had in a long time. And I was super horny. Shit, I really wanted Chad to make me cum last night, actually I wanted to see if I could cum multiple times, but in the end, I was relieved it was finally over. I always felt a little sleazy when I fucked Chad. I didn't love him and knew he didn't love me. I'd planned the whole evening as a romantic night, but really, I just wanted hot monkey sex. And I did get it for a bit, well at least he got it. Why did he have to ruin it all by calling out for Monica? If he hadn't, then I might have gotten off—but for what purpose? I wasn't in love with him, and if the evening had turned out, I probably wouldn't have broken it off with him. Now I was completely free. School was starting and there were bound to be a lot of hot boys in Palo Alto. I had only one immediate problem, I was so fucking horny! I ran up to mom and dad's bedroom, pulled some new sheets out of the linen closet and made the bed. Slowly, I stripped down to my panties. I rooted through mom's private drawer and found the vibrator I knew she kept in there. I'd never used it before, but thought, I deserved something more after last night. I stood in front of her mirror and licked my breasts. Taking the vibrator, but not turning it on, I sucked on it, toyed with it against my nipples, and rubbed it over my panty clad pussy. After a few minutes, I could see the wetness seeping through my panties. I laid myself down on the bed and stripped them off. Completely naked and in a state of heat I turned on the vibrator. I spread my lips open and penetrated my hot pussy. Oh my God! Waves and waves of ecstasy ran through my limbs and up my spine. I fucked myself softly, then harder, and harder. I played with my clit as I pumped the fake dick in and out of my hungry cunt. I moved around and penetrated myself in as many positions as I could until I felt the tingling building up in my pussy. Soon I climaxed harder than I'd ever done before in my brief experience. I collapsed on the bed trembling, my breasts heaving in lust as the orgasm subsided. I looked at myself in the mirror legs spread wide open, an exhausted, wanton expression on my face, and smiled wickedly to myself. I put the vibrator on the nightstand and gently caressed my pussy with my fingers slowly bringing myself to another orgasm. I must have drifted off to sleep right there. The sun peeping through mom's window woke me up. Still horny, I let my fingers drift down to my pussy, but I felt a bit sore from the rutting I'd done with the vibrator. Opting for prudence over sluttiness, I got out of bed and took a long, lingering shower. When I got downstairs, I looked at the clock and again it was almost noon! "I could get used to this!" I thought. I brewed some coffee and made myself a cheddar, bacon, and tomato omelet. I guess humping my pussy with a battery powered dildo stirred up my other appetite too as I practically inhaled the food. After my brunch, I scooped up my plate, flatware, and cup and stacked them in the dishwasher and ran it. I washed the pan and looked around the house. It was in pretty good shape. I grabbed my keys and drove into town to get a few extra supplies for the evening. Even though Raj was Indian, he loved beef! I bought a couple of pounds of ground round, some sliced cheese, and a pack of hamburger buns. Back home I formed the buns into patties and set them in the fridge. I boiled up some potatoes and eggs, chopped some celery and pickles, made Aunt Clara's world famous potato salad, and stuck the big bowl in the fridge next to the burgers. With the fridge open, I pulled out the mayo, some good pub mustard, and the ketchup, grabbed the jar of pickles and set them out on a tray. On another plate I arranged sliced onions, shredded lettuce, and sliced tomatoes and some cheese. After I wrapped everything up in plastic wrap, I put it all back in the fridge. I went out to the pool house and grabbed one of dad's coolers. I took a case of Heineken out of the garage where dad stacked them and iced it down in the cooler with some ice that I got from the extra freezer we had. I pulled out a new bag of charcoal, the chimney, got some newspaper, and stacked it all next to the grill. I brushed the grill and loaded the chimney with paper and charcoal. All I'd have to do is spark it up when the boys came. Hmmm "spark it up" got me to thinking. I went up to mom and dad's room and snooped through his private drawer and found the little box where he kept his stash. Good ole mom and dad, respectable middle class suburbanites on the surface, but hippies till the end! I rolled two joints and put the box away. It was 4:30 by the time I'd finished. I'd worked up a sweat getting everything prepped by the pool, so I decided to take a nice long bath. Getting into the bath, I noticed that I'd sprouted a bit of fuzz where I'd shaved the other night, so I got my razor and girlscaped myself. Oh my God, it got me so horny again! After my bath, I put on the new pink bikini I'd bought several weeks ago. It was pretty skimpy, but hey, I was nicely coiffed down there. I didn't think about how the boys would react when they saw me in it. I'd come to think of them as asexual. Boy was I wrong! Unlike Chad, the boys arrived on time just at the stroke of six. It was daylight savings time, so we still had a few hours of sun to enjoy in the pool. I showed them to the pool house and told them to put on their suits and grab some towels out of the closet. While they were changing, I brought everything out from the kitchen and jumped in the pool. When Raj and Phil emerged from the pool house, I had to stifle a laugh. Phil had on a floral bathing suit that went down almost to his knees. It looked like something my grandpa would wear. Raj, on the other hand, wore a red Speedo! They both looked so out of sorts. Phil was one of those guys who never went out intentionally in the sun. His skin was so pale it was almost translucent. I don't think he ever exercised a day in his life until he started working at the mine. He was one of those guys with fair skin whose cheeks always flushed when he was excited or embarrassed. "Pleasingly plump" is how my mom always described him. Working in the mine that summer allowed him to shed a few pounds and I could almost detect a hint of muscle in his chest and arms, but he was still jiggly as a cute little piggy. He looked so young. Raj was skinny. His bronze skin was so beautiful it reminded me of honey and caramels. Although he wasn't tall, only about 5'11", his frame was slender. He looked like he still hadn't grown into his body; however, over the summer, he'd taken to working out and like Phil, I could detect a whiff of muscle getting ready to emerge. Within a year, both boys would mature and become quite handsome, but now, they still looked like a pair of geeks—geeks with some promise though. In order to look as nerdy as possible and to protect his fair skin, Phil had rubbed sunscreen all over himself, but he'd applied way too much. He had an especially thick cluster over his nose. I had to suppress another laugh. I got out of the pool and said "here Phil, let me do your back so I can complete your suit of sunscreen armor." Addy's Summer of Awakening Pouring some of the liquid into my hand, I gently massaged it into his back. Touching him only exacerbated my horniness, something that truly surprised me. When I said "Done!" Phil jumped immediately into the pool. I realized then that I'd probably given him an erection with my touch. While I stood there smirking to myself, Raj boldly pushed me into the pool after Phil and dove in behind us. We swam around and giggled a bit, stopping to talk now and then. I noticed both boys sneaking peeps at my boobs whenever I popped up above the water. It felt rather good to have them ogle me, I have to admit. Raj got out and grabbed the little basketball by the side of the pool and we played horse for awhile. Then Phil got out with the ball, threw it in and said "Marco!" Playing Marco Polo with the guys was fun. I was way more athletic than they were and kept winning. Finally, chasing after them with my eyes closed I collided with both boys. We giggled and giggled as I opened my eyes and we splashed each other. I felt so much fondness for those two that I pulled them both in for a group hug and told them that I they were the only kids from school I was going to miss when I left for college. Phil said "what about Chad?" I told them I'd dumped him and they both cheered. Laughing I pulled them in tight for another hug and felt the unmistakable hardness of their erections against each of my thighs. I broke the embrace, splashed them with a smile, and got out of the pool to fire up the grill. The boys swam a few laps, no doubt to let their hard-ons subside before they got out. "Get us some beers" I told no one in particular and pointed to the cooler. I lit a joint and we shared a few puffs. It was comical watching the guys cough after their first couple of hits of the magical herb. The guys stood around sipping their beers as I put the burgers on the grill. We all talked about how much we couldn't wait to get out of town and get on with our lives. Phil got serious and said, "I don't think I'll ever come back to this fucking place." Apparently, Tammy's latest loser had gotten a bit violent with Phil a couple of weeks ago, but with nowhere else to go, Phil was still at the trailer, although he said, he went there only to sleep. I kissed him softly on the cheek as I took the burgers off the grill. We were all famished and spoke little as we devoured the burgers and potato salad. We were also a little stoned from the beer and pot. I got up in the middle of dinner and got us all fresh beers. "Guys I want you to know something." I said. They both looked at me inquisitively. "I know we never hung out much at school, but you guys are my only real friends in this town. I loved our Thursday Night Socials and I'm so sad that this will probably be our last. I want you to know that I love you both." Phil started to tear up. "I love you too Addy." You're really the only person our age who has ever been nice to us. Raj said, "me too Addy. I love you too." I hugged them both close, then pushed them both away and yelled "not it!" and jumped into the pool. They dove in after me and we swam around playing tag. After awhile we started dunking each other and splashing and hugging. When I pulled them in for another group hug, I felt their raging hard-ons against my mound. I guess it shouldn't have surprised me, given the teasing I'd been dishing out, but what did astonish me was how wet my pussy got from feeling them so close and so hard. I splashed them again, jumped out of the pool and sat in the middle of the swing on the side just as the sun was going down. The boys swam a few laps then got out. Phil sat next to me while Raj got three more beers out of the cooler before he joined us. I sparked up the roach and we finished the first joint. It was nice sitting in the dusk drinking cold beer and toking with my buddies. The swing was just big enough for the three of us and our bare legs were touching. I let mine linger against the boys' skin. They felt so good and I just wanted to be touching them. As the sun set, the breeze picked up and it got to be a little cool. My nipples got hard and I knew they were straining against my bikini. The boys did too. They got silent and I noticed them staring at me. It felt surprisingly good having them stare at me like that and I did absolutely nothing to stop them. As they looked at me, my pussy started to get wet again. They got excited too. I could see a tent forming in Phil's suit and Raj's hardening cock was about to poke right out of his Speedo. I came to an important decision. I was going to make love to my two friends. It would be my going away present to them—hell, it would be a going away present for all three of us. Who was I kidding? Without hesitation, I stretched out my arms and put them over their shoulders. I kissed them both on the cheek then leaned in to kiss Phil while I placed my hand over Raj's cock and squeezed it gently. He let out a moan. I turned to kiss him and he opened his lips and let my tongue in while I put my other hand on Phil's cock. Both of them moaned something unintelligible as I softly stroked their cocks kissing them back and forth. Raj murmured "oh Addy." I whispered to them "let's go inside." I led the boys up to mom and dad's room. They were staring at me so intently that they didn't even notice the mirrors. I slowly undid the tie in the back of my suit and pulled on the halter around my neck. My top dropped silently to the ground. I looked both of the boys in the eyes as I exposed my tits to my dear friends. They were paralyzed. Slowly I undid the ties on either side of my bikini bottoms, let them drop, and stood there fully naked in front of my astonished friends. Phil's hard-on threatened to burst right through his trunks and I noticed the tip of Raj's cock peeking out from his Speedo. I calmly walked over to my friends and dropped to my knees. I kissed Raj's shaft through his Speedo as I wrapped my fingers around Phil's bathing suit clad bulge. Phil whispered "Addy, are you sure you want to do this. I looked up at both of them and nodded wordlessly. Then I whispered, "I want this more than anything I've ever wanted in my whole life." Wriggling Raj out of his tight Speedo I was treated to the spectacle of his lovely brown cock as it sprung free and slapped me gently on the cheek. I wrapped my fingers around it and started stroking. Reaching out with my other hand, I tugged on Phil's waistband and he helped me ease him out of his shorts. I looked in both of the boys' eyes and smiled as I pumped their hard cocks. Raj said "Jesus Addy, this is like a dream." "A good dream I hope" I answered. Phil answered me. "It's the best dream ever Addy." I pulled them close to me by their shafts till they were almost touching and began alternating between them both, licking their balls and up the length of their shafts. And I was pleasantly surprised. Raj was a bit longer than Chad with a brown bulb at the top of his shaft that fit perfectly between my hot lips. Phil was surprisingly well-endowed. His cock must have been at least seven inches and reasonably thick. I sucked their cocks gently, slowly picking up speed until I was devouring them like a wanton whore. Pulling them closer, I lined up their cocks until their shafts were touching and sucked them both into my hungry mouth. Neither boy seemed upset about their dicks touching. Their cocks tasted so different. Each had its own musk and each flavor differed slightly from Chad's. I sucked them together, sucked them separately, pumping one with my hand when my attention was on the other. Phil finally moaned and said, "Oh God Addy, I'm going to cum." I picked up my pace all the while stroking Raj's wet cock with my fist. Phil's dick responded and I could feel it swelling in my hot mouth. Holding him close so he knew he could unload in me, I marveled at this strange scene and how I ended up in mom and dad's bedroom having sex with my two nerdy friends. "Ahhhhhhgh" Phil groaned and my mouth filled with his warm semen. I gulped it down like a hungry child and pumped him into my mouth long after I milked him dry. Still stroking Raj, he touched my head and said, "I'm ready now Addy." I let Phil's clean cock plop right out of my mouth. Before I could get Raj between my lips, he let out a moan and shot a glob that landed on my cheek. I quickly and greedily covered his erupting tool with my mouth and swallowed down the rest of his seed. As I did with Phil, I milked my friend dry and cleaned his cock long after he stopped cumming. I looked up at the boys' adoring faces with a big smile on my own. They gently raised me to my feet and to my utter astonishment, Phil licked Raj's sperm from my face before kissing me full on the mouth. Raj also kissed me and I wondered at their lack of reservations about kissing the mouth that had just swallowed all of their semen. Phil lifted me up in his arms and brought me over to the bed. He felt surprisingly strong and solid as he laid me on my back. Both started kissing me at once, moving from my lips to my face. Up and down my neck, they licked and kissed. I felt so safe. All of my senses went into complete overload when they worked their way down to my breasts and each took a nipple into their mouths. As they licked and tongued my nipples I brought my hand down to my pussy and began lightly stroking my clit. Soon Raj started kissing his way down my body, lingering on my tummy, my belly button, and my partially shaved mound. He teased the little hairs on my landing strip with his teeth before moving down to my knees and kissing the inside of my thighs. Phil, meanwhile, attended to both of my breasts occasionally breaking off to kiss my mouth. I began to quiver as Raj kissed up my thighs, pausing to inhale my scent. He traced his tongue around my crotch, not touching my lips until he finally parted them gently and licked up and down my wet slit with his soft tongue. I practically screamed in pleasure, "yes, yes Raj, oh yes." Raj licked my slit purposefully for a while and finally placed his entire mouth over my pussy. I was in heaven. I didn't think anything could feel so good. After awhile, he pulled away slightly and inserted his finger into me. I bucked wildly into him wanting more. I felt Raj's finger probing the inside of my mound until he touched something than gave me a pleasurable feeling unlike anything I'd ever felt before. I'd later realized that he'd found my G-spot. Raj fingered my spot as Phil finished kissing my tits. I wondered what was up until he knelt beside me with his now erect member right in front of my mouth. I started licking him and took him into my mouth once again, this time letting him thrust in and out of me, fucking my face. I wanted Raj to touch my clit, but he continued fingering my G-spot until I began to feel a new kind of building sensation unlike anything I'd experienced before. Raj must have felt it too and took it as a signal to start licking my clit which he did immediately driving me to new heights of anticipation and ecstasy. His tongue and finger both started moving faster and faster until I felt my entire body go tense and exploded in the most powerful orgasm I'd ever had. It was the first time in my life that I squirted. When I started to cum, so did Phil. I swallowed his warm cum for the second time. Phil rolled off of me and reclined by my side, looking at me with his beautiful blue eyes. I became so sensitive that I gently pushed Raj away and he moved up the bed next to me, tenderly kissing my mouth that must have still tasted like his best friend's cum. I reached down and took his manhood which was hard as a rock into my hand. I kept stroking Raj while I recovered and looked into his eyes. "Fuck me Raj, please fuck me" I pleaded. He rolled on top of me and kissed me deep. I could feel his pole stroking the top of my mound and raised my hips up to accept him. Raj entered me so gently and sweetly. I could feel the rim of his cockhead as he penetrated me for the first time. Phil just looked on and started stroking his cock. Raj fucked me slowly and deeply then picked up his pace. I thought he was about to unload in me when he said, "Phil, you've got to try this before I cum." He looked at me and asked "is that ok Addy?" "Oh God yes" I replied. Raj and Phil traded places and soon I felt his big cock enter me. His girth was much wider than either Raj's or Chad's and I felt like my pussy was being stretched wide open. I moaned with lust. Phil fucked me for at least fifteen minutes. His strong, thick cock brought me to heights I'd never experienced before. Soon I had another powerful orgasm. Raj and Phil then traded places again. I tried to match Raj's rhythm with my hips. We fucked for another ten minutes or so until I could feel his orgasm begin to build. I whispered in his ear "cum inside me Raj, please cum inside me." Ever the doobee, Raj did exactly as I requested and his cock exploded deep in me filling my pussy with his hot cum. I came again. Raj pulled out and Phil moved to replace him. Phil looked at me and I gently nodded my acceptance. He entered my slick, full pussy. Thank goodness for the lubrication Raj had emptied into me. Phil fucked me for a few minutes and then pulled out and firmly turned me over. I felt like he wanted to take control and I surrendered to him. It was the first time I'd ever felt a cock enter me doggy style and oh my God was it amazing! He fucked me harder and harder and as my breathing started to mount he brought his hand down and started fingering my clit. The feeling of his cock plowing in and out of me as his hands worked my clit drove me to new heights. I screamed "Oh Phil, I'm cummmingggg!" Phil groaned and emptied his load into me. When Phil pulled out Raj started moving towards me. His cock was hard and clearly ready for another go. "Wait Raj," I said. "I need a break. Can you give me a few minutes? Then I'll be ready to try again." Raj smiled and jerked himself with his own hand. "That's ok Addy, I can wait awhile." "No you can't Phil said, "I can see that thing is ready to explode." To my complete and utter amazement Phil pulled Raj to him and took his cock into his mouth. It was the sexiest thing I'd ever seen. I moved over and put my face as close as I could as I watch my Phil suck my dear Raj. It was clear to me that they'd both done this before. In a few minutes, without saying a word, Raj groaned and erupted into Phil's mouth. Phil hungrily swallowed it all. When he took Raj's cock out of his mouth, I helped him lick it clean and leaned over and kissed him deeply. I pulled Phil along with me and we all plopped on the bed with me in the middle. "Ok guys, I kind of get it." I said breathlessly. "Get what?" Raj asked with an inquisitive grin on his face. "Well" I started, "I was pretty sure that neither of you had any experience with women, surely not nearly as much as Chad, but while we were making love I kept wondering how you could possibly be so much better at doing it than Chad. Now I know. You've been practicing on each other!" Phil and Raj started giggling then Raj said "well not exactly. I mean, yeah, well we're desperate. After the birthday party we just kinda started jerking off together, then, well, one thing led to another. But as for pleasing you, neither of us has ever been with a woman." "Then how do you know how to touch me and make me feel so good?" I asked. Phil laughed and said "well dear Addy, unlike your meathead boyfriend, we can both read!" "Well thank heavens for literacy," I said. And we all cracked up. We spent the rest of the evening exploring each other's bodies without any inhibitions. They both fucked me again. Raj and I sucked Phil off together and he even let Raj fuck him, a first for both of the boys. Finally, we all fell asleep on mom and dad's bed. Somewhere during the middle of the night I heard rustling and sat up. The boys had gotten dressed and both came over to kiss me goodnight. "It's past my curfew Addy" Raj said. "Phil's going to sleep at my place, but we need to get going before my dad gets really pissed." I kissed them both deeply and said goodnight, suggesting that maybe when we all got back for fall break or Christmas we could try this again. We all agreed that that would be wonderful. But it never happened. Raj got stuck in Chicago for both fall and Christmas intermissions during freshman year. He went to Daytona for Spring break with his college friends. When he came home for the summer, all filled out and handsome, he told me he'd met a girl and fell in love. I was so happy for him. Phil made good on his promise never to come back to our town. He just couldn't bear to see Tammy and whatever man of the week she had again. Before the end of the spring term, he'd been offered the job in Silicon Valley. I hooked up with him in San Francisco before my classes started in the fall and he introduced me to his lover, a good looking older guy who absolutely adored Phil. As for me, well that summer awakened me in so many ways. My libido had kicked into overdrive and I continued to experience as much as I could sexually. I had a few boyfriends, one of which I let share me with one of his friends. Eventually over spring break back home I had a threesome with a married couple and finally got to taste pussy for the first time. I'm now a connoisseur! I met Jack in grad school and we got married just before I started at the college. We had Phillip Rajesh "P. R." shortly after that. Unfortunately Jack developed a really bad gambling problem and I divorced him. Occasionally, I'd meet up with Raj or Phil whenever we could swing it, but the three of us never saw each other at the same time again. It's one of the great regrets of my life. Sitting at my desk masturbating to the memory of that hot, sexy summer, I cried for my loss and for the fact that this world is a sadder place without these two wonderful men. But I smiled amidst the tears knowing that the love and the erotic exploration they awakened in me would always be there.