3 comments/ 52760 views/ 6 favorites Julie, Jack, and Katherine By: markh00 The Awakening My sister and I wrote this story together about a year ago. We tried to submit the story then, but struggled to get it uploaded. We watch the site to see our story but we could never find it. A few days later we lost the hard drive of our computer and just forgot about the story. In the end we had submitted several versions and Literotica did not know which one to publish. Several weeks ago I was back in the system and found we had to choose which version we wanted to put out there. I just picked one with out reading either only to get comments about the grammar mistakes. I had uploaded an early version. I have now edited about half of the story and will continue as time allows. I apologize if you find mistakes. This story has nine characters and a total of seven sections. The characters are: Julie, Kat, Jack, Bill, John, Susan, Will, Thomas, and Diane. The sections are: The Interview, Dinner for Three, High School Sweethearts, College verses Sports Sex, The Shocker, Out of the Closet, Roommates, and The Morning After. The Interview introduces Julie, Kat and Jack, who are the three main characters. Diner For Three continues their story, while High School Sweethearts introduces Bill as one of Julie's earlier lovers. College verses Sports Sex is two side stories about Kat rolled into one. In the first section Kat is thinking about her earlier relationship with John who was an earlier lover. In the second part, she is telling John about an even earlier relationship with Susan. The Shocker reveals more about the relationship between Jack, Kat, and Julie. Out of the Closet is Julie talking about her childhood while Roommates is a continuation of the Jack, Kat, and Julie story. Out of the Closet also introduces Will. The Morning After wraps up the story. * THE INTERVIEW Katherine. I hope I'm doing the right thing coming here tonight. I just met Julie, today and it's a little soon, her taking the role of my boss in a few days and asking me to a late dinner tonight. But except for a few friends from school, I've been alone for the last four years, so I couldn't pass this up. I need to have some contact with people other that those I meet at school, and I need some more friends. I definitely need more friends. It's not that there's something wrong with the few I have; it just that, I only have a few. While Julie and I may not become close friends because of our relationship at work, it can't hurt to have dinner with the boss and her spouse, especially if her hubby is a hunk. I don't know what Jack will be like, but Julie is very nice. She is about five years older than I am and much more socially mature. She's outgoing, funny, and can talk a mile a minute. I unfortunately am an introvert, born with no sense of humor, and think long and hard before I ever open my mouth. To sum it up we're exact opposites and like they say, opposites attract.. Physically we're close although she's a lot taller. We are both pretty if I do say so myself, and it's obvious we both stay very active because of our trim figures. Yes I noticed, I'm not ashamed of looking twice at a beautiful young woman close to my age. Why am I alone? Well, I lost my parents when I was twelve and I've been alone ever since. Not totally alone, I stayed with my aunt after the accident. She raised me through middle school and then guided me through the high school years. She became my compass, my family. She is all I have. But after graduation from high school, I just had to get out on my own so I choose to go to a college in central Illinois. For the past four years my aunt has helped me through college. My parents life insurance took care of college, expenses and at the insistence of my aunt, some money set aside for later. She said I shouldn't go through college as a rich kid, but instead, as the daughter of a working family that knew the value of a dollar; and that I did. For four years I followed a vow of poverty. My one concentration was school and my future. I lived in a dorm, never went out at night, and dressed myself with garage sale and thrift shop clothes. During high school I worked in a small local insurance agency and grew to enjoy the business environment. So coming to this town for college was not really a surprise. With one of the countries largest insurance companies headquarter here, many business students come here for school and never leave. I came here because of the college not because of the local job opportunities. Now, four years later, I just want a job, any job. So why not start my search here, where I already have an apartment and I know a at least a few people. Plus as an added benefit, I know the town well even though I have made few visits to the small shops and restaurants. Jack: Julie's working in the kitchen on some finger food. She said she had a friend named Kat coming over for a light dinner. All I know is, she told me to stay out of the kitchen, and I always obey that command. I've had been in the garage working on my car since I got home from work, so I'm upstairs taking a shower. Been in long enough, off with the water and I hear Julie yelling for me to get the door. I throw on a pair of briefs lying on the floor, shorts, and a tee shirt, then head for the door. I open it and find a young woman standing on the porch. "Hi, are you Kat?" I ask. "Hi, yes I am. Is Julie here?" she answered in a shy voice. Standing in front of me was a girl who looked to be about 18. She was petit, but had a giant head of thick, wavy black hair. She wore a white blue jean jacket, cream colored Jeans, a lacy white top that didn't even come close to covering her navel, and a pair of brown sandals. I asked her to step in. "Julie, your friend Kat is here" I call out as Kat stepped into the foyer. Julie: I heard Kat talking. This was meant to be a surprise, but Katherine arrived a little early. I walk out the kitchen door to find Jack checking her out. I went over and introduced her to Jack as Kat, short for Katherine. I put my arms around her waist, pulled her tight, then kissed her on the cheek so close to her mouth our lips almost met. I could see Jack staring. "Jack, be a gentleman and take Kat's jacket please." I said. He helped her out of the jacket but just stood there hovering. "Be a good boy and go hang it in the closet." His eyes finally divert their gaze from her body as he came out of his trance. Jack: I watched both the girls as they stand there attached to each other. For a few moments it seems there is a spark or tension between them. Julie seems interested in Kat as more than just a recent acquaintance. The girl is very young and sexy, but Julie acts like they're old lost buddies. I just stare at the Kat for a few moments. I can't help it, but every woman I see makes me wonder about her body. I shake these thoughts from my mind when I hear Julie asking me to put Kat's jacket away. Julie: Shit, I thought I would be ready by the time she got here. "Jack, I met Kat at work today, and just had to invited her over" I said. "Since I had the pleasure spending most of the day with her at work, I thought we might enjoy her company tonight." I should explain. Katherine applied for a job at the firm I work at. As office manager, I interview and hire new office workers. Kat's appointment was at 10:00am. After the interview we ended up going out to lunch together. She seemed perfect for the job, so by the end of the day she was mine; well, I mean she was hired. It was at lunch that I told her about Jack. Katherine: I sent a resume to Baxter's two weeks ago. Within days I was called to set up an interview. I was a little nervous when I went in for the interview, until I met Julie. We seemed to connect from the first moment and that put me at ease. When we finish the interview, she insists I have lunch with her. We walk downtown to a small, but very nice restaurant. I've been living under a vow of college poverty for the last four years, so lunch was going to be a real treat. We sit and talk while we eat. I though Julie was going to use the lunch as a way to cover additional information about the job, but we talked about everything but the job and the firm. We start by telling each other the five minute version of our life story. I talk about my mom, my dad, and my aunt. Julie talks about a guy named Jack. Our booth is very small and our legs can't help but touch under the table. It's Friday, and Julie's office has casual Fridays during the summer. She has on a beautiful white silk blouse and pair of elegant dress shorts which show off her long tan legs. She is about 10 years older than me and very pretty. I can't help but notice she is in great shape. It isn't the first time. I've always been appreciative of the female form as well as the male. I recognize they're both beautiful in their own way, the masculine is hard and rough as in muscle covered with coarse hair. The feminine is soft and smooth, as in the curve of a breast. Both forms are equally deserving of our attention. I guess that's why I could rent a porn flick and get enjoyment from it. I watch all the players, not just the men. Hey, don't get the wrong idea, I watch porn because it allows me some release while I am almost celibate for the last four years. But I'm normal and ready for the real thing now. No more masturbating under the sheets as I watch the guys on the video eating warm moist, well you know what guys like to eat in bed besides crackers. Julie: Kat had the job at the firm from the first few moments in my office. I could tell she was very mature for her age. The only problem would be her age. She's only twenty-one. She's about 5' 4" and probably weighs about 100 pounds, so she looks like she's eighteen. But it's obvious she's smart and very articulate when speaking. She can handle the job, if I can keep the men in the firm at bay. And yes, they would all be sniffing around her. She has a great bod for such a small thing and the first thing they'll notice will be her boobs. Lunch was nice. I told Kat about Jack and she told me about her lack of boy friends. In fact she said she hardly dated at all in the last four years. Her only goal was to finish school. I didn't tell Kat my relationship to Jack, and she didn't ask. I just said he was a nice guy and very good looking. But he had a problem; he hadn't had sex for over two years. She asked why, but I told her that was between Jack and I. During lunch we sat across from one another in one of the smallest booths. Our legs were in almost constant contact. I moved to avoid the contact at first, but after a while I realized there was just no way. Finally, after both of us constantly moving our legs to avoid touching, we both leaned back at the same time and looked under the table, Kats skirt was at mid thigh. Her bare legs were open with my knees between hers. At the same time we both said "nice legs." We laughed, and from that point on, we sat with our legs intertwined, touching skin on skin. "Well, I know what Jacks going through, you know, the lack of sex" Katherine said. "Maybe it's hard, or in his case, maybe it doesn't get hard" Katherine whispered. Julie explained that wasn't the problem, "he wasn't getting any, hadn't for several years, and wasn't going to in the immediate future either." Katherine just smiled, and decide not to ask about it but said "If all he needs is some encouragement, I know I could provide that. I've been horny for years." She regretted saying that as soon as the words left her lips. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that." Julie smiled and said it was okay. A few minutes later she asked me to have dinner with them that night. DINNER FOR THREE Jack: The two girls just stood and smiled. "How old are you," I finally asked. "Twenty-one." she said as she stared into my eyes. "Oh, I though the firm was robbing the cradle for a minute there." "No, I'm legal," she said as she glanced down at my shorts. I think Katherine is really telling me I can fuck her without getting in trouble. Then I noticed she keeps looking at the bulge in my shorts caused by my hardening. I try to stretch my t-shirt lower to hid my arousal. I should explain that my wife and I have been married for eight years. But we hit a dry spell two years ago, an our sex life has been non existent ever since. I introduced her to porn videos, but they had little effect. Since then I've taken a stab at having an affair but just couldn't pull it off. I'm not worried about what my wife thinks, because she doesn't care. I really think she has had several partners in the last few years, but then it hard to know, because we never discuss it and she works so much I normally only see her once or twice a week. I watch Julie take in the sight of the girl. Julie's right arm is around Kat's waist, then when she moves her arm, her hand comes to rest on Kat's lower back. When she finally withdraws her hand, I can see that her fingers are trembling. Her facial expression and her body language tell the truth; Julie is affected by this young girl's presence. We stand in the foyer, me watching them watch each other. Finally I ask, "Shall we have a glass of wine." Kat quickly responded, "That would be nice." Julie: I walk to the kitchen with my legs trembling. I don't know why I am like this. We will have a drink, some dinner, and then I will leave them alone. I think Kat and Jack can take care of the rest. But somehow, I don't want to go. No, I want to stay. I have wine and finger food ready in short order. I walk back in with a chilled bottle of sparkling wine on ice and three glasses. Jack and Kat were sitting together on the couch and talking wildly about NASCAR and the current seasons points standings. It seems they both have the same favorite driver. I set the serving tray and ice bucket on the coffee table and Jack pulls himself away from Kat long enough to pour the wine. "You look great tonight." I tell Kat. "Thank you, but I'm sorry I didn't get as dressed up as you." she says. "You're fine, you look great." I wasn't really that dressed up. When I got home, I had taken a long bath and shaved my legs, carefully trimmed my bikini area, and then slipped into a pair of French-cut white lace panties, white lace bra, a very short black skirt, and a red silk blouse. I had applied little makeup, but did dabbed perfume in all the right places. "What you have on is fine" I say as I admired her petite shape. Kat was a small woman, but her breasts were not, and the white lacy top did little to conceal that fact. Her bust, her curves, her hair, and her stunning face, when all rolled together were breathtaking. Add her short lace top and the exposed skin between the top and the low cut jeans and the total effect became stunning. Don't misunderstand, there was no slut effect going on here, just the sheer beauty of youth. Katharine: I was really enjoying myself. Jack was nice so I don't understand why Julie doesn't take care of him. Best of all, we had a common interest. Seems he never misses the races on TV. When Julie brought the wine in, I stood up and tried to help. I should have sat right back down, but instead I stayed standing and helped Julie with the food. I knew jack was watching me. The way he was looking, I might as well have taken off my clothes. Maybe after the wine, I would take them off. Yes, I was enjoying the fact that he was checking me out. Jack: After devouring the finger food and two bottles of wine we all become more relaxed. Julie walks to the kitchen several times to check on dinner, which left Kat and I to talk. The conversation between us is smooth, with neither of us having any problems keeping up our end of the discussion. We talk about NASCAR, but also about her other hobbies and interests. When dinner is ready we all sit out on the patio and eat. After several hours we come back in and share another bottle of wine. We talk for several more hours. I was having fun. Then it all turned erotic when I said "I'm going to get some other clothes on." The problem is my cock. It keeps getting larger and my shorts are not doing a good job of hiding that fact. Kat protested, and said that isn't fair. "What do you mean." Kat blushed and hesitated, "If I can't cover up I don't think you should either." "What are you talking about." "I think she's talking about the way you've been looking at her breasts, or maybe she's talking about your erection." Julie said. Now that took me by surprise. Sure, Julie could see I was checking Kat out, but Julie noticing my erection, how erotic was that? Julie: Nothing was said after I made the comment about Jacks erection, except now I noticed that Kat was constantly checking it out. We were all three sitting on the family room floor now. Jack and Kat were leaning back against the sofa and I was in front of an over-stuffed chair. "I'm hot." I said, and stood up and skimmed off my short skirt to reveal my white panties. I sat down quickly and said "Sorry if this makes anyone uncomfortable but, I'll feel a lot cooler this way." I don't know why I did that. I wanted to get them together, so why am I taking my clothes off. This evening wasn't going the way I had planned. I needed to get the two of them set up and then exit gracefully. Then, Kat grabs the bottom of her top and in one easy motion pulls it off. "There, now I feel better also" she said as she sat there in her white bra, and Jeans. Her bra was a tee-shirt bra. It was very thin and almost transparent. Her nipples were hard and stood out through the thin fabric, but she made no effort to cover herself. Jack: I'm surprised when Julie sheds her skirt. But surprised doesn't explain how I felt when Kat takes her top off. I mean this little girl sitting next to me is almost naked from the waist up. I didn't want to be caught staring, but my god, I could see her nipples plain as day. I decided to take a chance. I threw off my tee-shirt. "There, it does feel cooler without it." I said. Kat just looked me in the eye and said "the shirt doesn't count for you, loose the shorts, now!" I looked over at Julie. She doesn't protest, just smiles. So I stand and unzipped the shorts. I slowly pull them off to reveal my tight briefs. Well, not actually my briefs. Julie: "Hey, those are mine" I protest. "That's all I had in the bathroom when the doorbell rang" Jack said. "I needed to put on something and these were sitting there with some other clothing of yours." I wasn't going to protest to loudly because jack was standing there with the biggest erection I had ever seen straining against a skimpy pair of my white nylon high-cut panties. Kat: It was big, and being restrained behind the thin white cloth probably enhanced the effect. You know what I'm talking about; his thing, his penis, his dick, his cock, his very nice c-o-c-k. When he sat down the bulge was even more obvious. I stare for a moment then try to make eye contact with him but he is looking directly at my tits. I think I know what's going on here; the two of them are trying to get my panties off. I'll do them one better. After staring at Jack's long shaft again for a moment, I get up and shimmy out of my jeans kicking them off to the side. I walked over to Julie in my panties and bra, put my hands on my hips, and lean down close to her. "Are you guys trying to seduce me? Either way it's working." I really wanted to get naked for both of them. I knew Jack was interested, but as for Julie, I could only guess. I think she might not be ready to commit to what could unfold here in a few minutes. Finally Julie answers my question, "Sort of." she said. At that point both of my hands moved from my hips to the front of my panties where my fingers take turns lightly stroking the slight budge of my mound. I stand right in front of her; my hips just slightly higher than her head. She just stares at my fingers, then reaches out to me. My fingers move aside to allow her access, and the back of her folded index finger traces along the slight toe at the front of my panties. Julie, Jack, and Katherine "I just want to watch" Julie said. And with those words, I felt my pussy flood with moisture. "Then I'll give you something worth watching, and having you see me naked will be the what I'll enjoy the most." With that, I release the clasp at the front of my bra and slowly let my girls fall out. I let the bra slide off my shoulders and fall to the floor. I cupped each breast with my hands and shape them. I lifted and squeezed them till they are long and pointed. I whispered to Julie "I can suck my own nipples, but sometime tonight I hope you'll suck them for me. Then as Julie watched, I raised my left breast up to my lips and sucked in the extended flesh. Jack: This situation is getting a little intense. Julie and Kat are both exposed in their bra and panties and I'm sitting here in Julie's underwear. Then when Kat walks over to Julie I get to gaze at the most gorgeous ass. I see Julie reach out and touch Kat, but I can't see where she touched her. The next thing I know, Kat takes her bra off then hikes one leg up on the edge of the sofa cushion and puts her hands to her breasts. At that point I need to release my beast and promptly do so. I see Julie lean forward and stretch till her face is near Kat's pubic area. And with that I started to stroke myself. After just a few moments they broke up the private show and came over to me. They both kneel, one on each side of me. HIGH SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS Julie: When Kat's fingers stroked her mound, I knew I had to touch her. She was almost daring me to. So, why not. When my fingers reach her, I find her thin panties damp with moisture. I can feel the warmth of her skin flowing from the mound to the soft cloth. I can envision her fleshy folds, all wet and warm, her slick lips , and her musky scent. I barely touch her, yet she closes her eyes and tilts her head back. I know she is enjoying it, I can tell from her soft moans as my finger skips across her mound. It's then I know that I want her to do the same to me. But when I looked over at Jack, I see he has pulled his penis out, and I freeze. I have only seen four penises up close and personal: my brother's when we were younger, my high school boyfriend Bill's, my college lover Jim's, and my husband's. Bill was my 2nd penis, but my first real lover. We were introduced to each other in early spring and were a hot couple from the moment we met. After about a month of dating we discovered the drive-in theater. It was harmless fun at first, but it some progressed to getting naked in the back of his VW van. His van was perfect with the center seat thrown out and blankets and pillows thrown in. The two of us would go to the drive-in almost every Friday and Saturday night. At first we just necked for hours. But then one night I'd had enough of the sexual frustration. I had to do something, or we were just going to kiss forever. So, I took one of his hands and placed it on my breast. Bill saw this action as a license to drive; and drive he did. His hands were soon roaming over almost my entire body. well, I should say my clothes. The problem was he never roamed down between my legs. Actual, he avoided that entire area. But, soon I found that if I was on my back while we were making out, that I could spread my legs and Bill would place one of his legs between mine. This action resulted in his upper thigh putting pressure where it counted. So we found ourselves lying for hours with our limbs intertwined, his legs giving me pleasure, while my legs did the same for him. Eventually, these cloth barriers had be torn away. I wasn't raised to be a slut, but I wasn't raised to be a prude either. We were at that age where we needed to learn about our bodies and what pleasured them. And if Bill wasn't going to take the initiative, I would. Finally one Friday night at the drive-in, I decided it was now or never. It was intermission time between the two movies. Bill was at the refreshment stand for some drinks. We had our blanket spread out and I was sitting on the floor in the back. I opened my blouse and got rid of my bra. Then I unsnapped my shorts and move the zipper to half mast. I closed the buttons on the blouse and sat on the blanket, waiting. When Bill got back, he entered the rear area of the van with the drinks. Soon the movie started. Within minutes we started kissing. After a long sensual kiss I pulled back, and kneeling unbuttoned my blouse. There was enough light for Bill to see as I opened the blouse. I don't want to brag, but even at that age, my girls were more that a handful. Bill just sat there mesmerized. I slowly put my fingers under the top band of my shorts. With the button undone and the zipper half down, they were easy to skim down to my knees. For a moment I just stared straight into his eyes, then I asked him to pull my panties down. Bill moved closer and placed the fingers of both his hands just under the elastic band of my white cotton panties. He tugged them off my hips, then slowly pulled them down to expose me. Eventually, he pulled them past my knees. I sat down on the blanket and leaned back against the rear seat. He started to remove the shorts and panties, but my single spoken word of no, was enough to stop him. Then Bill started to remove his shirt. Again, my word of no stopped him. "Just enjoy." I said. With that, I lay back on my side with one knee up, spreading my legs allowing him complete access to the delta of hair that covered me there. He was transfixed on my cleft just visible beneath the stands of light brown hair. He was hesitant, so I slowly ran my fingers through the hair on my mound a few times and then used both hands to spread the large flaps of skin that guarded my entrance. I just smiled and told him he could touch me there. So there we were, both only eighteen and seniors in high school. One of us with her wet intimate parts exposed, the other seeing his first glimpse of a woman's almost naked body. After that night, our time at the drive-in had a rhythm. We would start making out and quickly move to fondling body parts. He would open my top and release my bra. I would shed the bra, but leave the top on to help conceal our activities. Bill would help me get rid of the shorts. Then I would always kneel and ask him to pull my panties down. I always asked, and he always waited until I did. There was something about him exposing me like that, it was very powerful for both of us. Bill would then spend hours kissing my exposed flesh, sucking on my nipples, and rubbing the outside of my pussy. One thing though, when I let him pleasure me, I always made him leave his clothes on. After many nights of this, Bill asked me to get on my hands and knees and let him touch me from behind. I said no, and although I could tell he was disappointed, he accepted that. But a week later, after kissing for just a few minutes, I assumed that position for him. When Bill figured out what was happening, he kneeled beside me. At first he just ran one hand under my blouse and caressed my back and shoulders with the other. Soon he used a hand to open my blouse and caressed my breasts through my bra. Eventually he released my bra and then used both hands to fondle both my naked breasts. They hung way down while I was in this position, and I know he enjoyed touching me like that. After a while, he slid my shorts down to my knees. I lifted one leg at a time and he moved them down to my ankles. He took his time with the panties. He knelt next to me, his erection pushed against my thigh. I could feel him all hard and long. He fondled my ass through the panties for awhile, then his fingers found my mound and caressed it. My panties were very wet and his light touches were pushing them into my cleft. He eventually pulled them off my ass but left them at the top of my legs. His fingers found my ass hole. Bill took a small amount of baby oil from the plastic bottle we always brought with us, and as I was still kneeling this oiled fingers massaged and teased by ass hole. He never attempted to enter me there, he just applied pressure and played there for the longest time. As he rubbed my ass, his other hand went under me and pulled the panties down a little further and pushed my legs out as far as the cloth would allow. Those fingers, also wet with oil, found my clit. Bill's right hand finally forced the panties down and began to explore even more. I was fully exposed to him now and enjoying it. I felt no guilt or modesty. I wanted him to see me; to enjoy the act. I wanted him to take me by force, to fuck me hard. But I couldn't allow that, so I gave him this pleasure. Eventually Bill's fingers reached my pussy. I knew that was where his fingers were headed all the time. I know Bill loved to play with pussy. I mean he did it for three or four hours on some evenings. And, Bill had become an expert at stroking my pussy and making me cum. But this night was special. Bill moved so slow lightly stroking the folds of skin. Moving them ever so gently, he pulled on the lips and spread them. I was soaked down there, so much so that not only were Bill's fingers wet, but the moisture trickled down my legs. After a while, Bill's fingers concentrated at my hole. Not entering, just nudging at it, twisting his finger around it, and pulling at the hair at that point. But tonight Bill was more in charge than usual, and finally he let his finger entered my body. I couldn't help it but moan. It had taken him all summer to get there but the wait was worth it. I had lost all self-control. I found my hips slowing making small backward motions against his fingers. I was actually thrusting my pussy back on him, giving him permission to continue. I moaned and finally asked him if he could get more fingers inside me. He stopped, then added a finger and started moving them in and out again. When I was adjusted to the size I asked for another. He stopped again, this time much longer than the first time. Eventually he wet another finger and added it to the first two. After he pushed all three in we started our stroking again. This expanded my pussy more than I had ever felt even when working my pussy at night alone in bed. I whispered my new instructions. Finger fuck me till I cum is what I told him. With the fingers of one hand on my clitoris, and the fingers of his other deep inside me, we started our movements again. I could not believe the sensations in my abdomen. Soon our rhythm became faster and his strokes deeper. It didn't take long and I was cumming so hard my legs began to trembled till I fell onto the blanket a crumpled half naked wet mess with my legs spread and Bill's thrusts slowing to a series of gentle movements . That night went no further, but several nights later when I assumed the same position, Bill substituted his tongue for his fingers. Finally, I was in heaven. That tongue kept me at my peak the entire evening as Bill was either licking me from the rim of my ass hole to my clit and back, or forcing his tongue deep inside me. One rule I had, while bill was doing me, I would stroke his penis through his pants, but he could not take them off, pull them down, or even open them up. This was my personal form of birth control. When we were going out he almost always wore pants or shorts of a very thin material. This allowed me to get a better feel of his penis and I'm sure it was as good for him as it was for me. Sometimes he would spend half the evening doing me, then I would dress and I would do him. I would start by pulling his shorts down to his ankles leaving his briefs on. Then I would lightly caress his erection and balls through the cloth. I would mouth his dick through his briefs and tease his cock with my fingers until he would spurt his cum into his underwear. I always called him a bad boy for messing his briefs, them would pull them down and rub the messy semen into his softening penis. Within no time he would be stiff again and I would stroke him for the rest of the evening, stopping when I thought he might cum, then start again when he had cooled down. Finally when it was time to go home, I would get my face very close to his penis and he would take over stroking his length. He would always moan loudly and buck his hips up and down wildly as he would squirt his stuff. I would help clean him up and squeeze the last trace of cum out of him. He enjoyed that, and many times became hard again. If he got hard again, I would quickly use the baby oil and both hands to stroke him as fast as I could until he got his release again. I never let him splash on me, nor did I ever kiss him there, or even let my mouth touch his penis. I think he wanted to put it in my mouth, but he always followed my rules and was never aggressive in that way. I regret that now, since a few months later a different man taught me how much pleasure I could derive from sucking a penis and receiving the gift of cum. These activities went on for almost a year until sadly he went away to college and we finally broke up. Now, five years later, I was close to a man's cock. A large cock. A large smooth skinned cock. It wasn't ridged, but it wasn't flaccid either. It grew out of his crotch and headed skyward for several inches before arching downward towards the ground for what I estimated was ten or eleven inches in length. It was breathtaking. But before Kat indulged in that dick, I was going to have my way with her. So I reached over and pinched her right nipple. Now that got her attention. Kat: When I take my panties off for Julie I can see her expression change. I know she wants me. So I slowly raise one leg to the sofa cushion and she leans in and dips her tongue into my flesh. We will be 'one' before the night is over. But when she looks back at Jack, then stops and nods towards him, I stop. She stands, and when I see what he's doing I stand and we both move to him. Kneeling there, I am amazed by the size of his penis. Then she twists my nipple. "Hey", I say. "If you touch me, then get naked so I can touch you." With that she reaches behind her back and unclasps her bra. The straps slid off her shoulders and the cups released a nice set of beautiful white breasts. I wasted no time in reaching over and lightly pinching a nipple. Suddenly we were engaged in a full fledged nipple fight. Both of us were up on our knees pulling on the other's nipples, slapping the each others hands away, laughing hysterically, bobbing back and forth, and acting as if to avoid the others touch while actually encouraging the contact. When we finally stopped, we were both smiling and cupping the others breasts while rubbing the tender nipples. "Lose the panties" I said. And with that, Julie stood, pulled the panties down to expose her pussy, then skimmed the thin cloth down her long legs. Then she stood astride Jack, facing him as he sat on the floor. She positioned her pussy up to his face and placed one hand behind his head. She hesitated for just a moment then pulled him into her flesh for a taste. Jack: Julie possesses something that I'm not sure I can describe. With clothes, she is not as sexy as Kat. But nude, she is a beauty to behold. She is slender with an almost boyish figure. Her toned legs rise up to a small ass. It's not that she doesn't have an ass, but it's just so compact. Her hips are narrow but yet she is not boney. Her stomach is tight yet not to the extreme of someone who must exercise to achieve the look. But, when her body rises to her chest, she is all woman. Her breasts are ample with nipples that are thick and extended. Her pussy and her lips are clean shaven. Yet just above it and to each side is an area of long wild hair. It's very unusual. It is the focal point of her nude body. The hair goes in every direction, and the look says "come fuck me." She stands in front of me and lingers for a moment. She gazes directly into my eyes, then runs fingers through her folds and cunt hair. She is offering it to me. Pussy; That's all I can think of when I se her naked. Then it is in my face and I drink it in. This is no time to be gentle, I consume it as fast and as hard as I can. I feast on her flesh until she releases my head and pulls away slightly. Our eyes meet, then I strain to reach my mouth to her again. She smiles and lowers her body to my mouth. She pushes down on me till my head lays back on the sofa. With one leg on the ground and the other kneeling on the cushion, her legs are spread wide as she forces her body into my mouth. And not just her pussy. No, she is not content until I feast on the entire area. Julie: I'm afraid I have lost all self control after I take my panties off. I feel euphoric. I an not satisfied with Jack just seeing my pussy; no, I want him to taste me. I want his fingers, his tongue, his whole hand in me if we can. Hell, I want his whole body in me. I want to do ever nasty thing I can think off. But as much as I want it, I realized we need to do Kat first. I slowly lift off Jacks face, meet his eyes, smile and say "We can finish this later." With that, I move to Kat, pull her into my arms and begin to kiss her. I group at her breasts and her pussy. Within seconds I have her legs parted and my fingers inside her. Her legs tremble as I guide her to the couch. I lay on top of her and return my hand to her pussy. With two fingers in her and my lips always on hers, I start thrusting until feel her entire body quiver. Then I part her legs wide and fold her up till I hold her legs down to the sofa, one each side of her face. Her pussy was spread wide, swollen, and red. holding her legs, I rub my mound into hers until I achieved my first release. I finally stop rubbing and collapse and just lay there to catch my breath. With my face next to hers, I whisper " now your pussy belongs to me." She turns to face me. Our tongues' meet and danced for a several moments, then she said "I want to eat your pussy too." COLLEGE VERSES SPORTS SEX Kat: "I want to eat your pussy." Part of me doesn't believe those words were uttered by me; but they were. This entire night has my head spinning. I just meet Julie this morning and tonight I'm having wild sex with her, and her husband. I led Julie away from the sofa to the middle of the room. I threw two small pillows down and sat on one. The other I used to raise my head slightly off the carpet. "Sit on my face." I whispered. Julie squatted and placed a leg over me. She worked her ass back to my lips and forced her self on to me. I placed my hands on her hips and pulled her tight. Her lips met mine and I devoured them. I had my knees up and spread to give her access so she could eat me, but she stayed upright. I heard her say "Lick her from here." and then a few moments later I could feel Jack lapping at the juices between my thighs. This was only the second time a man had gone down on me. I guess that means I've lead a sheltered life. I dated in high school some, but when I went away to college and felt like I had only one chance to get my degree. So I gave it 110% of my effort which left little time for men. I did have one guy friend for a period last year when I was almost done with school and I needed to unwind. His name was John. He and I had several of the same business classes together and we became class friends; borrowing notes and studying together in the library. I was twenty at the time and he was almost thirty. He had returned to school after his young wife had died. I thought he might ask me out, but he never did. I was attracted to him, but not in a serious sort of way. We did spent a lot of time together and we were becoming very relaxed around one another. We started going to each others dorm rooms to spend the evening studying, watching some TV, and snacking the night away. We both had single rooms, meaning no roommate. We were in the same dorm in the middle of campus. I was on the tenth floor and John was on fifteen. At first we took turns going to each others room. But after a while we found ourselves always coming to my room. I think it was because my room was decorated and more like a small apartment. And it was definitely cleaner that John's. Julie, Jack, and Katherine On Friday nights there was no studying. We would come to my room and watch TV and then order a cheap pizza to be delivered. One Friday I was lying on my bed and John was sitting in the rooms only chair. We were watching a basketball game when I asked him about his love life. I wanted to know if he dated. I had never seen him with anyone else, and we were together so much that I didn't think he had time to date anyone. John's answer was my story; 110% effort for school. Get it done and get back out in the real world ASAP. But I told him everyone needs physical contact with another person. He agreed, and asked me who my other person was. I had no one, and I told him so. We are loners, adrift in a sea of students. We laughed for a moment, but then just sat looking at each other. I told him that was sad and that we should help each other. Then I mustered all the inner strength I had to suggested a friends with benefits arrangement; at least until the end of school. I felt somewhat rejected when he countered that there were dangers, pregnancy and STD's. I really thought any normal man would just jump my bones and worry about those things later. I needed to give it one more try, if he hesitated then, I would change the subject and move on. I told him I was on the pill, mainly to regulate my periods, and that since I had never been with a man before, he didn't need to worry about the other. John told me he would love to be with me, but he didn't want to hurt me either physically or emotionally. I told him I need the physical contact, and I thought we were good friends. So, I would rather do this with him than any one else I knew. After a few moments John stood, switched off the TV and the desk lamp. The room went dark except for the light from around the drapes on the large window. John opened the drapes and moon light flooded the room. We were ten stories up and facing away from the nearby dorms, so being seen through the window was not a problem. John started to remove his shirt. I stopped him and told him I had one stipulation. I didn't want a wham, bam, thank you ma'am fuck. I want to make love to each other. I want to explore. I wanted him to teach me everything there was to know about sex. He started to undo the buttons again, I waited for a few moments, and then told him that he should let the me do that. He stopped and I went to stand in front of him. We were now separated by only a few inches. I slowly released the remaining buttons on this shirt. When they were all undone, I withdrew his shirt tails from his jeans, opened his shirt, and placed the palms of my hands on his bare chest. He was covered with light hair. It was then that I fully realized that John was no boy, he was a man. His chest was chiseled, as if sculptured by an artist. He stood there open to my attention. I ran my hands over his back and the muscles in his arms; I touched every inch of his upper body. Then my lips went to his nipples and drew them in. He reached to unbutton my blouse, but I asked him to wait. I looked into his eyes and told him I wanted to explore his body first and that I'd let him know when I was finished. I pushed the shirt off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. John stood perfectly still, not saying a word until I started to loosen his pants. He stopped me, and said he had not been with a woman for several years. I reminded him that he needn't worry, for he would be my first. His hands released mine, and I worked to finish my task. His belt was open, and the button on his pants undone. I released the zipper. I looked up and asked him what it was like having a penis. He told me it can cause problems at times. I asked when. He replied that having an erection in business class was one such time. Perhaps you were staring at the instructors boobs, I told him. No, he said, you were one seat ahead of me and one row over, and I was looking at your beautiful hair; that's all it took. On that note, my eyes never leaving his, I open the front of his pants and pushed, tugged, and shoved until I managed to slid them and his briefs over his erection and half way down his thighs. Still looking into his eyes, I asked him if the erection he was now sporting now was going to be a problem. He told me he though it would not go un-noticed and that in these circumstances it would be an asset not a liability. I had one hand on the side of each of his bare upper thighs. They tingled at the feeling of his naked skin and of the knowledge that his erection was only a few inches away. I moved my hands to the taunt cheeks of his ass. We hugged, and I kissed him ever so lightly on the lips. I could feel his erection against me. Again, my eyes still never left his. I want you to know that you are my first man, but not my first lover. He looked puzzled. I've had a girl friend, right here in this bed in fact. So, I'm not totally new to this. He asked me who she was. And just as I brought my hands to the front where one cupped his balls, and the other gripped his shaft, I told him. She was the business instructor with the big boobs. Without allowing him time to respond to that bomb, I told him It's obvious he was happy to see me tonight. We laughed and I played with his balls and stroked his shaft for a few minutes. I let him know that this was the first penis I had ever touched. Then I told him it was his turn. John started to push his jeans down, but I stopped him. I stared down at his erection and told him I wanted him to feel exposed while he undressed me. And with that his hands moved to my blouse and its buttons. When they were all undone, he slid it off my shoulders and placed it gently on the chair. As he turned to the chair, I noticed how proud his penis was. It pointed skyward. It wasn't gigantic in length, but it was very thick. It looked to be enough to get the job done. He probably felt funny standing there with his jeans pulled down off his hips just enough to expose his balls and cock, but I liked him that way. It made him look very exposed which is how I wanted him to feel. John reach around my back and unfastened the hooks on my bra. He slowly released the tension on the band and let the cups fall away from my breasts. He held the bra as the thin straps slid slowly down my arms. He held the bra, touching the cups before placing it on the chair. I told him I thought my breasts were to big. He said he disagreed and moved his hands to the bottom of my breasts lifting both globes of flesh. He lightly caressed them and told me I should never think they were to large because they were beautiful. Then he pulled me into him and kissed me. I was beginning to realize how much I was going to enjoy this. John was gentle, his hands were soft, and he was experienced. To night was defiantly not going to be a quickie. John stepped back and knelt in front of me. He undid my slacks and slowly lowered them too my ankles. His lips followed his hands, kissing their way down my smooth bare legs. He drew me close to him. His face went to the front of my panties where I could hear him draw in my scent. His hands cupped the cheeks of my ass while his lips ran up and down the thin cloth that concealed my damp folds of skin. The fingers of both hands went under the elastic below my cheeks. His palms now held my ass. He slowly brought both hands around to the front while still under the light cotton. His fingers were almost at my pussy when he stopped, turned his palms out and tugged the cotton panties down until I stood in front of him almost naked. His face went to my sparse patch of hair and I instinctively spread my legs. His tongue went directly to my lips and lapped long strokes covering all my sensitive areas. He licked me tenderly for several minutes, then he stood and removed his jeans and briefs. He took me to the bed where I laid down on my back and he came beside me positioned so he could continue going down on me. I spread my legs as wide as I could and I tried to pulled him on top of me. He resisted, and asked me if I was sure I wanted to do that. I told him yes that I wanted him in my mouth. John moved over me and supported his weight with his knees and his elbows. His shaft and balls hung to my face. His lips devoured my pussy, while mine moved to his cock. I sucked in the head and made small motions up and down on his shaft after awhile I let my lips absorb his entire length.. His shaft filling my mouth caused emotions to rock me. I was happy but tears filled my eyes. I was giving another person intense pleasure as I received the same from them. And it was a man this time, with me taking in his most intimate body part. It's then I realized his penis tasted good, it's tasted very good. My hands moved to the cheeks of his ass where I could directed his action. I alternately pulled him into to me and released him until his hips copied the movement. I was able to lay back and enjoy both his shaft and his tongue. Within a few minutes I sensed he was on the verge of cumming. He would stop and be motionless for a few moments, then start his light thrusting again. The third time he paused. I released his cock and whispered to him. I told him not to hold back but to take his release when he feels the need. I wanted him to cum in my mouth because I knew I would get him hard again, and again, and again. He lowered his shaft to my mouth again and it entered my mouth . He began his light thrusting motion again. His hips would push his shaft into me while his long sac and balls would slap at my forehead. He never stopped or even slowed his pace until he was grunting and thrusting erratically. He achieved his release and his semen rushed into my mouth. His motion slowed but didn't stop as he continue to service my pussy with long licking strokes that went from my ass hole to the top of my pussy and back. When John finally stopped and rolled off me we just lay there for a while, then he threw the pillows into the corner of the bed against the wall and sat there. When I recovered enough to walk, I went to the bathroom that was shared with room next door. I wet a face towel and brought it and a dry one back to the room. I opened a bottle of beer from my mini-frig, and after taking a small drink, handed it to John. While he drank, I used the towels to wipe off his penis and sac. When I had finished cleaning him, I sat on the bed as close to him as I could. My legs were under me with my knees together. He started to apologize for cumming in my mouth. I quickly stopped him explained that I wanted to experience it all, and that I had enjoyed his cock in my mouth, and hoped that will happen again. I kissed his lips then got on my knees and used both hands to scoop up my right breast and bring it to his lips. I laughed as I told him my girls wanted their nipples sucked. He began to devoured me, pulling the extended flesh into his mouth and attacking it with his tongue. When he pulled back, he brought the fingers of his right hand to his mouth and wet them. His hand then went to my knees where light pressure told me to spread my legs. When I opened them, his fingers found my damp folds. I pushed my nipple back into his mouth and just enjoyed the experience. When John released my nipple he asked me if our Business instructor had been my first girl-on-girl experience. I hesitated, but finally said no, half expecting him to feel somewhat put out. But he asked about the experience; when it was, and with whom. When I started to tell him about my high school basketball coach he was shocked. It wasn't like that I explained. I went out for basket ball each year in school. Miss Leach, or Susan, was my coach junior and senior years. Over time we became friends. I had a crush on her, but at that time I assumed she was just being nice to me because I had lost my mom and dad. John asked me if I though Susan was trying to seduce me. I told him she was shy, even around me and would never have come on to me in high school. But she did come on to you right after you graduated, he countered. Susan and I were only four years apart in age, I explained to him. She was great in the gym as a coach, but she was not very assertive in the classroom. I mean she knew her subject but had problems controlling some of the boys in class. I think when you add up that fact that I was 18 going into my senior year, and she was not eighteen until the second semester of her freshmen year in college, you'll see we were at about the say age after I graduated. And to tell you the truth I'm not sure who seduced who. John asked me how it could have happen. I told him about the summer league. You see, the summer after graduation I needed something to do until college started in the fall, so I joined a summer basketball gym league. Susan was the coach there also. I didn't have a car so my aunt would take me to the practices and games, and Susan would always give me a ride home. Sometimes we would go out to eat dinner or go to a movie after the games, especially if we won a game against another gym's team.. In August after my graduation, my aunt asked Susan if I could stay at her house for a weekend. She was going out of town but would be back on Monday. It was a little embarrassing that she didn't want to leave me alone at home, but actually staying with Susan would be fun. Remember, Susan had only been out of college for two years so we weren't that far off in age. Susan told my aunt she would be glad to have me stay, if my aunt would allow me to could go into the city with her on Saturday to shop. Friday came quickly, and that night my mom dropped me off at Susan's apartment. We had a nice evening. She cooked burgers on the grille, and we ate while watching TV. We talked a lot about her experiences at college and with basketball. At eight O'clock Susan said she wanted to put on something more comfortable. I agreed and went to the guest room to change. I had a night shirt, matching boy pants, and a color coordinated pair of socks. When I walked back into the living room I saw Susan was dressed the same way except her light grey night shirt was much shorter, lower cut at the bust, and her red panties were exposed through the slit in the sides of the shirt. I was envious. She was much taller than me and had nice long tan legs. I liked Susan very much, so much so that I was physically attracted to her. Susan wasn't married and the girls at school had always said they were sure she like women more than men. There had been an emotional bond between us for the last two years and soon I would be gone. I needed to find a way to tell her I welcomed her advances and let her know that I thought what was between us was very special. We spent the rest of the evening on the couch watching a movie and snacking on popcorn. Susan was normally very shy and reserved, but tonight she seemed open and adventurous. We mocked some of the love scenes in the movie, each taking on a character and mockingly delivering the lines. We had our feet up on the sofa with light throws to keep the chill of the air-conditioning off us. But at times we both became animated with our delivery and several times Susan pulled the blanket up around her shoulders exposing her panties while her knees were drawn up against her chest. I could see her shape; the small mound between her legs. I'm sure she didn't know what had happen, or what effect it had on me. It wasn't like she was flirting, but it had the same consequences. Later, I lay awake in the guest bedroom unable to fall asleep. Finally, I lay on my stomach and slid my fingers down the front of my little boy shorts and found myself. My fingers started their magic and then a few minutes of quick movements my panties were soaked and I was sound asleep. The next day was spent in the city shopping. Susan needed a dress for an association dinner at the school while I secretly needed to find a nicer, read that sexier, night shirt. At the last shop we both found what we wanted. The shirt was styled after a man's white shirt. It's first button was low on the front, making it low cut, and the sides slits were high. The shirt itself was just the right length for the effect I wanted. I paid for the shirt then went to the lingerie department to look for the right pants to match. I found a pair of French cut white panties that were so high cut that they would not even be visible through the side slits of the shirt. Susan found me when I was looking for a bra. She had her dress and a few other things by the size of the bag she held. She was standing there with me looking at the bra's. She asked what style I was looking for. I told her I was looking for a white lace. She asked my size. I was a little embarrassed, but told her 32-D. She pointed to a mannequin and said I should try one of those types. They'll give you the support you need and be very sexy at the same time. I gave my size to the attendant, she retrieved one from the case, and told me I could try it on in the fitting room as she pointed to the door to the room. I enter the door and was surprised to find Susan right behind me. It was a large fitting room; no doubt used for when a professional bra fitter was there. The room was hexagonal in shape with mirrors on all sides. There were two chairs and Susan sat in one and placed her bags in the other. Susan was normally a rather shy person, so I was surprised by her presence. I placed my packages down on the chair with hers. Then, standing there in front of her, I slowly unbuttoned my blouse. She told me she would leave if her presence embarrassed me. I pulled the shirt tails out and told her to stay. I hung the shirt across the back of the chair. I was now standing there in low heels, jeans, and a paper thin taupe colored tee-shirt bra. Her eyes never left my body. My hands went behind my back to release the hooks. She brought her eyes towards mine and when they met mine, I released the hooks, and the bra straps started to slide off my shoulders. I stood there holding the cups up against my breasts with one hand as the other fumbled with the box that the new bra was in. Susan stood and took the box, opened it and removed the bra. She didn't hand it to me, instead she set the box and bra down on the chair and moved her hands to the bra that was still supporting my breasts. She lightly held the cups. I removed my hand and for a moment she lifted the cups even more against my breasts, then slid the garment off my arms. She turned and draped my bra over my blouse. She picked up the new bra up by the straps so I could slide my arms in. She held the sides at the band while I positioned the cups and straps. Then she stepped back only an inch or two as I took the sides and fastened the back. She check the straps and band for fit then asked me if the cups were comfortable. She suggested I wear it. I agreed and put my blouse on over the new bra as she watched me. After leaving the store we walked to a small restaurant she liked. We ate lunch and talked for almost an hour. Then we walked along the stores fronts, very close, almost like lovers; our hands often making contact. At one point she held my hand as we window shopped. We went though a few more shops, but finally we headed back to the train to get back home. As we sat on the train I placed my hand on hers. Her eyes met my and tears came to her. I asked her what was wrong. She told me she knew I was going away and she would see little of me after I left. We sat in silence for the rest of the ride. At the station we got in her car and rode quietly to her apartment. Inside, she asked me if I was hungry. I told her I was only hungry for her. She took my hand and lead me to her bedroom where we dropped our packages. She lead me into the bathroom where she started the water running in the large garden tub She poured bubble bath in the tub then lit the many candles that were around the room. When the candles were all ablaze, she turned off the lights.