3 comments/ 39327 views/ 0 favorites Before The End By: Seriously4U Looking back, we both must have known it was over. But at the time I doubt even she would have admitted it. Amanda was angry at me though, that much was obvious. She told me not to get too drunk, because I had to drive home, so of course I wait straight to the bar and made myself a strong vodka tonic. The first of five in a not very long evening. It was her friend Tina's going away party. She was off for a year of study in England that I hoped she'd never return from. I had nothing against her personally. She had rich parents and had a one bedroom apartment on the upper west side all to herself, but that's not what I held against her. In fact I found her sweet and smart and at my most honest would admit to a strong crush on her. But she had an unacceptable influence over Amanda. Sometimes I heard Tina's words coming straight out of Amanda's mouth when we fought. Like tonight, when she told me "I don't have to dress in a way that makes YOU comfortable. YOU have to find a way to make yourself comfortable with how I dress." So there she was, in a tight blue number she'd bought that day (with Tina, of course) at Urban Outfitters. When she showed it to me, I said "Where's the rest of it?" and the truth is I wasn't even kidding. Amanda's short, with perfect curves, and the dress looked just tiny as she held it our in front of her. Now, with it on, It hugged her tits tight and I know from experience that every man in a position to do so would take a peak down the front. For a while, I could see how self-conscious she was in it. I wanted to whisper "I told you so" in her ear, but settled for a few smug smile from across the room that she pretended not to notice. As the night went on, though, with a few drinks in her system, I started hearing her voice rise above the din, or her laugh break a brief lull. She was, to my dismay, growing into the outfit, feeling the sexiness of it without the inhibiting shame. The fact was, she did look unbelievable hot, with the glimmering fabric pulling out her blue eyes, her long red hair streaming down her chest like it was teasing her breasts. On their way out the door, her friends Emily and Jason, always a cautious pair, warned me to keep an eye out for her. "She wasted, I think," Emily whispered as she slid her green jacket on. "Don't let her do anything she'll regret." I laughed and shrugged it off, though the truth was it made me nervous. I'm a jealous person, and though I try to keep it in check, it's often out of my control. The party thinned out until there wasn't anyone left that I recognized. But that didn't keep me from talking to everyone like they were old friends. I told an obnoxious man in his thirties that he ought to hang out with people his own age, and he left soon after. There were two girls I flirted with openly, an overweight actress and a hot law student with long brown hair and a naive smile. They were set to go out clubbing and invited me to join. "Can't," I said. "I'm with my girlfriend." I said this directly to the law student and was pleased to see the disappointment on her face. "We have to drive back to Westchester later." "Where is she?" she said. A Moby album played over us. "In the bedroom, talking to Tina." They'd closed the door behind them. Amanda was very upset that Tina was leaving, and I knew they were having some kind of heart to heart. "Well, we've said our goodbyes." The overweight actress tugged at her friends arm. "Let's go." As they walked out the door, the brunette dangled her hand behind her. "Goodbyyyyyyeeeeee," she said to me, without looking back. And with them gone, I was alone. I knocked, but no one said anything, so I let myself in. Amanda and Tina were both laying on the bed, looking drunk and sad. "Everyone's gone," I told them. "Thank God," Tina said, and she laughed. The bed was tall, and was tightly made with crisp white sheets. Amanda had slipped off her heels and let her feet dangle off the mattress. Tina laid on her side and her top was so loose even from my angle I could see half her bra. I walked in and sat at the foot of the bed. They both looked at me, then too each other, and cracked up. "What?" I tried to smile and be a good sport, but I felt like a joke. "You're wasted," Amanda told me. She puckered her lips like she only does when she drinks. Her face was red. I could tell she was horny, and if we were alone, she'd do anything I wanted. Tina stared directly at me. She had brown eyes and made such intense eye contact it was almost impossible not to look away. "So you think Amanda looks like a slut?" she said. My head got warm. Amanda covered her face with her hands and shook her head behind them, exaggerating her embarrassment. "I didn't say that." I felt very defensive. It was true, I hadn't said that. But that was how I'd felt, and somehow Tina had clued right into that. "But don't you think she looks sexy," Tina said, ignoring my response. "Look at her in that tight blue dress. Don't you just want to push it up over her ass and fuck her?" Amanda laughed loudly at this. And she squirmed on the bed. I tried to laugh myself, but only managed a broad, empty smile. Tina didn't break one bit. She stared at Amanda, running her eyes down her body. "I mean," she went on. "Look how sexy her tits are, hugged closely like that, like they're just dying to be licked." It got very quiet then. The music was still playing in the other room, but it sounded miles away. My heart sped up. Amanda looked down, not smiling anymore. I wasn't either. I extended my hand and touched her ankle. Just that touch made her quiver. Her skin felt foreign to me. "Go ahead," Tina said. She shifted over onto her stomach, like she wanted a better angle to watch from. "Touch her." Part of me knew this was a mistake, that what I did now might determine our relationship. And if I was sober, I might have been able to stop myself. But right now it was beyond my control. I leaned over Amanda's legs and began kissing them. The back of her shins, up over he knees, the base of her thighs. Behind me, I kicked my shoes off and heard them fall to the floor, one after the other. I could hear Amanda's deep breaths as I slid her dress up over her ass. It was tight, but the dress was so short there wasn't far to go, and quickly her white panties were visible. I ran my hand over them, feeling her mound through the wetness of the thin fabric. Amanda moaned. I looked up and saw her eyes were closed. Then I looked to Tina, who had pushed even closer to her, and was now extending her hand onto Amanda's face. She gently caressed her hair. I pulled down Amanda's panties, all the way to her ankles. She raised her knees so they slid off her feet. It was the first thing she'd done that made it perfectly clear that she wanted this just as desperately as I did. My tongue pressed into her pussy like it was warm and melting. I've never tasted anything so amazingly soft. And her entire body quivered around me as my tongue gently tickled her swollen clit. I forgot where I was almost. My entire focus was on her response to me, what made her tremble, what made her tighten up inside. I slid one finger inside her, beneath my tongue, then a second. I don't know how long I fucked her like that. Her moaning was so quiet, I wasn't sure if I could hear it or feel it inside her body. And when she came, the satisfaction was so intense, it was like I'd cum as well. I did not think about Tina this entire time. So when I looked back up I was stunned. Amanda's dress straps had been slid off her shoulders, and were pushed down below her breasts. Her white lace bra was unhooked at the center, and her tits were exposed. They were so pale, in comparison with the dark blue of her dress. Her nipples were hard and wet, and Tina's fingertips teased one and then the other. But it was Amanda who was licking Tina's breasts. Her tongue extended, glistening pink as it teased Tina's nipples. Tina looked up to the ceiling, as she leaned in to bring her breasts closer to Amanda's mouth. Her shirt was discarded on a pillow, and she was in nothing but black panties. I just watched them for a moment. My cock was pulsing inside my khakis. I put my hand on it, and I knew I could make myself come so easily, through the pants if I wanted to. Amanda looked at me as she continued to suck on Tina's breasts. Then Tina looked at me too. As I took off my clothes, they kissed deeply, stroking each other's hair, lovingly running their hands over their bodies. I slid my boxers off, and they didn't look to me, though they must have seen my cock, extending as it was out into the air. I moved between them, touching both their bodies now. I didn't know how Tina would react to my touching her, so I started safely on he knee, then slid my hand up, inch by inch. With my other hand, I caressed Amanda's breasts. First one, then the other. They were so alive, I could feel her heart beating beneath them. It made me bold, and I slid my other hand up the back of Tina's leg, underneath her panties, and I held onto her soft ass. She finally broke from Amanda, and she leaned her neck down and kissed me, making her tongue dance in my mouth. But she quickly stopped, and she bent all the way over, so that her tits dangled just above the bed. Then she licked my cock, flattening her tongue against the shaft. I looked to Amanda then. I was afraid. But she looked calm. And she used the moment to remove her dress, pulling it up over head head. "Does your little slut do this?" Tina said. And then she took my cock in her mouth and her head began to pump up and down. I dug my hands into her hair, pressing down, pulling at the roots. "Suck his cock, Tina." Amanda settled back on the bed, and slipped her hand between her thighs. She spread her legs slightly, so I could see her open pussy, and she played with herself, never taking her eyes off Tina's mouth over my cock. Tina must have sensed this, as she shifted to give Amanda a better view. "Take it deep into your throat," she said, her voice shaking. Just as I was on the brink of orgasms and started pumping my cock more quickly in Tina's mouth, she pulled away. There was a calm moment, with none of us touching each other. My cock pulsed, glistening with Tina's saliva. Amanda continued to fuck herself, but very slowly. Tina looked her intensely in the eyes. "Amanda, I want your boyfriend to fuck me now," she said. I looked to Amanda. Her face was so quiet and calm. And she nodded, almost imperceptibly, never changing the rhythm of her finger in her pussy. Amanda slid up the bed. Tina removed her panties and moved onto her knees. Her pussy hair was more tightly clipped than Amanda's. She was thinner, with smaller tits. I felt like I could lift her in the air and fuck her like that for hours. Instead I slid my cock in her tight hole. She craned her neck up at the sensation and let out a bold groan. I was so close to coming already, it was difficult to fuck her. The slightest tension in her pussy brought me to the brink. Tina, maybe out of frustration, began to eat Amanda's pussy as I slowly moved my cock in and out of her. Amanda teased her own tits and arched her back slightly off the bed. It was almost painful how badly I had to cum, and how much I wanted this all to last. I moaned with each pump, and Amanda began to moan as well, until I could tell she was having another orgasm, this time with Tina's tongue inside her. After she came, she moved away. "Lie on your back," Amanda said. And Tina did, separating herself from me. We both looked to Amanda. She knew what she wanted now. "Slide up over her," she told me. "I want you to cum on her face." I paused for a moment. My cock was throbbing, desperate. Amanda was calm and in total control of her desires. I slid my knees along tina's body until her lips were just beyond my cock. Amanda leaned over to the night stand and filled her palm full of white moisturizer. Then she moved around behind me, leaned over, and held my cock in her warm, creamy hand. "You like to fuck my friends?" she whispered in my ear. "Is that what you like?" She was pumping, slowly. My cock isn't big, but it looked perfect to me at that moment, sliding in Amanda's grip, just inches away from Tina's face. "Yes," I said. I put a finger inside Tina's mouth and she sucked it hard. Behind me, Amanda pressed her pussy against my ass. Tina's eyes were locked on me, waiting. She touched her fingers to my balls and started to tap them. "You want to cum all over Tina's face?" Amanda whispered. Her breath tickled my ear. I nodded. I was so close. One more word. "Oh God," Tina said. "Cum all over me." "You want me to lick it all up off her when you do? Is that what you want to see? Me licking your cum off Tina's face, off her lips, off her tongue?" The cum exploded from my cock, shooting onto Tina's face. Amanda quickened her pumping motion. Tina held my balls as the wetness touched her. She let out a long gasp, like despite all the anticipation, my orgasm had surprised her. Soon I was just dripping cum into Tina's open mouth. She had her tongue extended to catch it. I moved out from on top of Tina and Amanda immediately replaced me, lowering her naked body on top of her friend. They kissed each other, their breasts together, and Amanda licked my cum of her face, as she's promised. She looked like one cat cleaning another. Now that I'd cum, I began to feel the loss, that instantly. The two girls continued to kiss and grope each other, and I wanted to join them. But my time had passed. A few days later, Amanda told me she was moving out. Tina had offered to let her stay at her apartment while she was away. It was sad, the whole process of breaking up, and I came to understand that what the three of us did that night was an important part of it. That without that experience together, the kind that no troubled relationship can survive, she'd never have had the courage to leave me. Before the End of the Day Carrie stood at the edge of the crowd, nervously pushing her hair back over her ear, her face pretty but anxious. She looked down at herself, checking her clothes one last time as the noise of the crowd, mostly teenage boys, grew. She stood on her toes, stretching up to see above the sea of heads. A few boys giggled nearby, watching the curve of her shapely bottom against the outline of her skirt. The butterflies in her stomach went berserk as the team began to file out of the training ground, one at a time. Danny Baxter appeared with his trademark grin, chatting away, signing autographs and cracking jokes. She stared hard at his face, a face she'd seen on the telly so many times. Boyish, impish. Cheeky was the best word she knew to describe it. Carrie stepped forward awkwardly, not sure how to get his attention. Schoolboys nudged her out of the way, eager to get to their hero. She stared, mouth half open, hoping if she stood long enough he'd notice her. Suddenly, he looked up and did. She held her breathe as he smiled at her momentarily, not daring to move. He was approaching his car as she stood there goggling. An elbow to her ribs and a stamp on her foot were the kicks she needed to get back to reality. Barging through the sea of urchins she got to his car just as he opened the door. "Um, Danny?" He looked her up and down, smiling slightly, eyebrows raised. "Could you sign?" she stuttered, blushing uncontrollably. Danny took the pen, and paused. Carrie stood tall, head back, directing his eyes to the exposed milky white skin above her breast. She smiled at her hero and waited. He grinned mischievously, leaning forward. His hand felt warm and strong as it rested on her skin. He leaned close, glancing down her top at her cleavage, breathing over her chest, a hot heavy breathe. Carrie sighed a little too loudly, as his fingers probed her fleshy skin gently, his breath rolling over the long curve, brushing her nipple inside her bra. He wrote slowly and when done, stood back, smiling at her. She ached with pleasure to be so close to him, her body suddenly cold without his touch. He looked even sexier than she would've imagined, his face small and round, his head shaved. His eyes seemed to twinkle as he looked at her, full of mischief and naughtiness. She could easily picture him as a boy, his features had no doubt little changed. Take away the stubble and the well-defined body and the child would be staring back at you. "Call me in five." He winked as he spoke. Carrie made sense of the words only after he got into his car, a silver Mercedes. She stood back as he reversed slowly, beeping his horn, negotiating the crowd of kids still shouting and dancing. She watched them chase after him, running her fingers over her neck and chest forlornly, a sense of lonliness returning. She looked down at herself, struggled to read the words that were upside. "You are well hot! Danny x 0908..." Carrie began to laugh then covered her mouth with her hand, remembering she was still standing in a car park, surrounded by kids. Ten minutes later, after finding a bathroom, re-arranging her clothes, and taking down the number several times, Carrie took a deep breathe, took out her phone and dialled. She held her breathe as the other end purred and clicked. "Alright babe. Meet me at the back of the sports centre, ten minutes, yeah?" "Ok", she whispered. The line went dead. She knew exactly what was going to happen. She knew they weren't going to a romantic restaurant at 11.30 on a wednesday morning. She knew the only thing this day might have in common with brief encounter was the brevity of it, but she went anyway. This was Danny Baxter. Footballing superstar and famed lover, (if you believed the tabloids). Danny Baxter. You didn't just walk away from a "Bax" invitation! He arrived a little late, opened the door, let her get in without a word. She leaned back in the soft leather, relaxing as he pulled back onto the road. Carrie glanced across at him nervously, half expecting something surreal - a giant rabbit or her aunt Georgia - something to reveal this was just a dream. But it wasn't. Danny was sitting there, smiling, his eyes moving up over her legs, up over the short skirt she'd puposefully worn. He let his eyes travel over her bust for a while, just occasionally glancing at the road. Carrie pushed her tits out for him a little, enjoying and struggling to believe she was the centre of his world. It wasn't that she lacked confidence, she knew she was a fit bird, as the blokes said. She knew loads of guys wanted to shag her. But Danny Baxter? She grinned helplessly as his eyes finally moved level with her own. "Where are we going, Danny?" she asked, adding his name hesitantly. "You'll see babe, you'll see." She glanced out of the window at all the familiar streets wizzing by. Old women shopping. Mothers pushing prams. Teenagers on the corner, smoking fags. All the things she could forget about, if only for a day. The guy at the hotel desk hardly noticed her, payed her no attention. "Your usual room Mr. Baxter?" Danny took the key, and ushered her towards the lifts, his hand placed onto the small of her back. She leaned into him, excitement growing. The doors had hardly closed before his hand had slid down over her ass. Carrie groaned with delight as his tongue flicked over her neck, his hand kneedling her bottom aggressively. The doors opened and he led her authoritatively by the hand, unlocking the door quickly, dragging her inside, slamming the door shut behind. Pinned against the door in an instant, he returned to her neck, sucking noisily. His hand travelled up her body, squeezing her pert, fleshy breasts. Her nipples grew hard but her hands felt limp. She wanted this, but she wanted it to last. Danny, experienced with this, moved back a little, smiled at her. "Champagne, darling?" She nodded. She let him lead her to the bed. He picked up the phone, his eyes on her constantly. She sat down, watched him dial, order champagne. His dirty smile was irresistable, she smiled back helplessly. He came around the bed, lay down behind her. "Won't be long. Get comfortable babe. Nice room, innit?" She nodded her agreement, two words tumbling through her mind like a washing machine made speech difficult. Danny Baxter, Danny Baxter... "See, at the end of the day, if you got money you gotta spend it, ain't you?" he philosophized. "At the end of the day, yeah." she replied, letting her tongue roll over the words, his favourite phrase. He said it all the time, in every match report, in every magazine interview, each time it's meaninglessness seeming to go unnoticed. He pulled her gently by the arm, she laid down next to him, facing him. His fingers ran down over her chest, over his name written above her breast. His fingers trailed down, tickling her sensitive skin between her tits. "You got a boyfriend then?" he asked, smirking. "Well, erm..." "It's ok if you have," he said brightly, "I like that." His fingers trailed in a circle, crawling under her bra, inches from her nipple. She sighed, and slowly he rolled over, half covering her, his tongue searching out her mouth. She let it slither inside, felt the wetness of his mouth against her own, the heaviness of his body on hers. His hand ran down over her thighs, coming back up under her skirt, squeezing her pure, slender thigh. She pulled at his t-shirt, helping him drag it over his shoulders, he did the same with her top. His chest was firm and toned, smooth and tanned. Her pussy began to twitch uncontrollably at the sight of it. He pulled her up, kissing her, unlocking her bra with his right hand, his left hand rubbing against her thong, long, slow hard strokes. The bra fell away, and Carrie edged forward, presenting her gorgeous breasts to him, eager for him to take them. He licked and sucked at her nipple greedily, sucking her breast into his mouth, listening to her moans with pleasure. The knock at the door startled her. He moved back without a word, just that terrible, amazing, charismatic grin. Carrie just had time to cover her breasts with her arm as he opened the door. "Put it on the table" The bellboy walked into the room warily, the champagne in one hand, two glasses in the other. He glanced furtively at Carrie as he placed them down on the table next to her. She smiled at him weakly, looking over at Danny. She could see the enjoyment on his face, pleasure taken from the bellboy's - and her - embarrassment. Had she been older than her twenty years she might have left then, but she couldn't resist that smile. She'd suspected he was naughty, she now knew he was cruel, and she liked him all the more for it. If she'd been tempted to feel angry, the simple delight on his face smoothed it all away. The bellboy left, and Danny ducked the thrown pillow, laughing at his fresh-faced young babe. He opened the champagne slowly, casually. Why rush when he knew he'd have her? He enjoyed these moments best of all. Looking down at them lying there, half undressed, waiting for him. He thought about other people, the ones who shouted his name on the terraces. At the end of the day, insult or praise, they'd all be in their offices now, sitting at their desks, or worse still standing in their factories. Bored. Irritated. Whatever. Maybe this one's boyfriend would be there right now. He poured the champagne and handed her a glass, marvelling once again over how easy it was. He could never get bored of this, despite what a few of the lads had told him. Carrie rolled over onto her stomach, champagne in hand, as Danny straddled her. "Lets see what's under this little skirt shall we?" he asked, teasing her. Carrie felt his hands at her side, tugging at her skirt. She wiggled her bottom for him, raised it off the bed a little, helping him take it off. She giggled, looking back over her shoulder as she heard his low groan. He was staring down at her perfectly defined bottom, nothing but a thong hiding it from her hero. Danny ran his fingers over it, grinning, blisfully happy. Pushing her long blonde hair back over her ear, Carrie knocked back champagne happily. Danny was leaning down, kissing her cheeks, rubbing his face into her ass, his exaggerated moans sending her giggling once more. He ran his fingers over her thong, up and down from her ass to her pussy and back again. Carrie put down her glass, rested her head on the pillow, listened to the outlandish compliments her lover paid her. "You're fucking amazing, such a fucking peach of an ass. You got me so fucking rock hard babe." Danny smiled between noisy kisses. Other blokes had to go to restaurants, buy presents, he thought. At the very least they had to spend hours eating pussy if they wanted some of the good stuff. He knew for him, this was all it took. All he needed to do to make them feel special, to make them grateful. Danny Baxter is kissing my ass, they thought, and once they did, they'd do anything to repay the favor. Pulling her thong down sharply, he took his first look at her juicy little cunt. Nice and tight he thought to himself, admiring the puffy little lips, it's dampness already glistening. She knew the moment she felt his kisses climbing up her back what he expected of her. She knew when he lay back on the bed loosening his trousers, when he retrieved the champagne bottle and took a slug. She rolled over to him, let his arm wrap around her, kissed him on the lips and with a smile began to slowly descend his body. Danny watched her move down him. This, he thought, is THE fucking life, as long blonde hair trailed slowly over his chest, his stomach. She tore off his remaining clothes quickly and knelt between his legs. "Can I suck your cock Danny?" she asked, as much for her own pleasure as for his. Her lover groaned, shifted his body a little and closed his eyes tightly. When he opened them, her face was only half visible, knestled behind his balls. She went there first, pushed her face deep into his heavy sacks, nuzzled them, tickled them with her tongue, lapped at them gratefully. Carrie made all the noises he wanted to hear, but not for that reason. She made them because she felt them, deeply, passionately. She sucked in his ball with delight, she took hold of his shaft with relish. She knew people might label her a slut if they saw her now, but she didn't care. The truth was she'd never given in to other bloke's cheap lines. She'd never done anything she didn't want to do before. So what if people considered her a slag. She was, but for this moment only. In this room alone. She rose a little, began to kiss and lick the base of his cock, her fingers caring for his balls in the absence of her tongue. She held his meat in her hand as best she could, hugged it to her cheek, let his precum spread over her cheeks and lips like honey. She sat up on her knees, back straight, jerking off her lover, loving the sight of his throbbing dick. She waited to catch his eyes, and when she did, she led them to her other hand slowly travelling down her stomach. Danny watched her body rise a little, and raised his head from the pillow. He watched her hand creep down, slither between her legs. Her mouth opened and a soft moan emitted at the same moment. She glared at him almost accusingly, holding his cock in one hand, fucking herself with the other. Carrie knew he wanted to fuck her right then, but she teased him, leaned forward once more. His head hit the pillow again as her hot breathe covered his meat. Her tongue played with him, wrapping itself around his head and releasing, like a cats cruel game with a mouse, attack and release, attack and release. She licked the tip of his cock tentatively, like she was trying a new kind of ice-cream. Danny watched her face closely. The moment she tasted him, the split second she pondered the taste, and the hint of a smile as she realized she liked it seemed to spread out over time. He closed his eyes and played the three faces over in his mind as Carrie began to suck. She teased his foreskin down his shaft with her lips. She trailed her teeth across his head gently, carefully. She pulled back momentarily letting him appreciate the cold air of the room, the next moment she pounced, a single slow movement devouring him whole. Danny let his gaze wander across her body, the long legs bent under her body, the curve of her back, the smoothness of her arms. He felt the heat of her mouth desperately covering his length, smelt the sweetness of her pussy as her fingers, those which had been inside herself, travelled up his chest and over his chin. Carrie made love to his cock with her mouth, breathless and impatient, longing to have his juices inside her. She ran her fingers over his body in delight, so firm, so perfect, so wonderful it would be to be fucked by this man. When forced to breathe, she let out his meat for no more than a few seconds, breathing heavily, rolling his cock in her fist, staring with maddened eyes at her lover. Her long, elegant roles across his cock were too much. He tried to sit up, he tried vainly to pull her off, but he was too close and she was too strong. Something had changed in her, she knew this was her chance. Like a dog with a bone she refused to let go, sucking him furiously, her moans almost eclipsing his. Danny looked deep into her eyes, felt the heaviness of her breast on his thigh, the heat that consumed his prick, let his seed rise up from his balls. Carrie closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of his juice splatter across her face. She held her mouth open wide, and caught some on her tongue, a new taste for her tastebuds to judge. She leaned back with pride, one finger on her finely coated chin, her tits soaked in sweat, nipples shiny and hard. They lay there for a moment, panting, grinning, waiting for the other to make a move. "I'm going to take a bath, and I think you should join me." She said playfully, swinging her body off the bed. Danny lay dumbstruck on the bed, motionless save for the rise and fall of his glimmering sweat-stained chest. His cock lay between his tree-like thighs, shrunken and satisfied, at odds with himself. Carrie turned at the bathroom door, and he groaned at the sight of her wet, still unfucked pussy. "Oh my God, there's a jacuzzi!" she said, losing herself for a moment. She disappeared around the door, her head re-appearing in a flash. "You know," she began slowly, a grin like Danny's on her face, "I didn't expect to still be a virgin this late in the day!" Before the Exams Just as relief from trying to get service from Virgin... Many years ago I was a young man at university. The early parts of this actually happened. Later parts are just the product of my fevered imagination... ---------------------------------- It was the month before the year end exams. As is typical in the UK, (even now, with global warming), the weather was sunny and hot. We were lying out on the back lawn, at least pretending to revise. There were a number of lasses, plus me. They could easily spread the sun lotion on their fronts, but putting it on their backs was a problem. "Hey" said Cindy, " can you do my back for me?" "Sure," I replied. She lay on her tummy. I got up and wondered over. She passed me the bottle and laid out. Sun lotion is, straight from the bottle, a cold shock to the system, so instead of squirting it straight onto her, I squirted it onto my hands. I started with her shoulders, rubbing in the lotion. Every so often, as it came dry, I squirted more into my palms. As I worked down to her bikini string, I wondered what to do. Those strings move, so if I was going to do the job properly, I needed to apply the lotion under it. The easiest way was to pull loose the knot and do her whole back, so I did. Cindy didn't complain. First, I worked down her back to her bikini bottom. Of course, that left her sides unprotected, so I worked back up, making sure that the lotion was applied to her sides. I got to the sides of her boobs. Again, I needed to add more lotion. Maybe I squirted more than necessary. Whatever, as I massaged the lotion into the sides of her boobs, Cindy lifted herself up an inch or two. That allowed me to reach not just her sides, but her front. Of course, I made use of that - not just massaging the lotion into the sides of her boobs, but reaching under her to massage her tits and nipples, which became stiff. We were in public - remember the other girls - so I couldn't do that for as long as I'd have liked. After that, I moved on to her legs. I started at her feet, rubbing the lotion into her soles and ankles. With another squirt, I moved up to her calves. The next squirt allowed me to move higher. To give me access, Cindy spread her legs slightly apart. A little later, I reached her bikini bottom. I started at the sides, massaging the lotion under the string ties. Then I moved up and rubbed it under the cloth covering her tush. After that, I moved between her legs. Looking back, I shouldn't have been surprised that I found a moist quin, but that was what I found. I reached under and found her clit and massaged that too, then slid a finger inside her slippery cunt. At that point, I'd done all I could to apply suntan lotion. Cindy turned her head and whispered that she was going indoors and that I should follow discretely. She did and I did. When I did, I found Cindy standing in the hall. "You've got me so turned on. You can't leave me so frustrated. Come with me!" She lead the way to her bedroom, then pulled off her bikini bottom and laid on the bed with her legs apart. First, I lay between her legs and licked her till she came. Of course, in those days, she was on the pill, so when she begged me to fuck her, I had no reason not to. I quickly pulled down my shorts and underpants. She was wet and slick. I slid into her so easily and we pumped away until we both came again. We wiped ourselves on facecloths, pulled our bathing costumes back on and went back out into the sun to carry on revising. Then Judy called over, "Can you rub sun lotion into my back?"