0 comments/ 32908 views/ 13 favorites Elsa: Will She Or Won't She? By: leBonhomme Readers of "A picture = K Words in College" know this is a sequel to that series and can skip the background for new readers. This story is longer than originally intended, all Elsa's fault. Milt and Vicky are siblings, now freshmen in college, hers near his. Since the summer, they are enjoying a very incestuous relationship. Vicky's roommate, Elsa, knows all about it, but thinks they are cousins. The two girls have discovered that sleeping with each other is better than just admitting that they know that they both masturbate. It took a while before they started to enjoy cunnilingus, inspired by Vicky's telling Elsa what her brother - "cousin" - likes to do. Elsa has had only one and a bad experience in bed with a boy. Vicky thinks she should should have good one, with her brother. Elsa eventually catches on to the implication of Vicky's remarks, then repeatedly asking: "You really want us to?" When Vicky and Milt are together, he also gets the gist of his sister's talk, asking the same question. The three of them are together a couple of times, once because Vicky has her period, the other time because Milt's roommate, Tim, needed their room, hoped he did. New readers would have to click back on the series to discover how it happens that Milt and Elsa end those evenings kissing – to their surprise. Milt finally admits to himself and then to his sister that he would be willing to do anything Elsa wanted to do. After meeting her again with Vicky at a concert in the girls' college, as arranged with his sister, he suggests they all meet the following Saturday, knowing that Vicky will have her period again and excuse herself. With a little urging, Elsa agrees, replying to him: "If you really want to?" Then she quickly adds that she didn't mean it like that. Milt tactfully replies: "I'm sure you didn't." They all laugh, recognizing the implication that her words could refer to their sleeping together. He promises that they can spend the afternoon doing "something else, anything you want." She suggests the science museum, "since there are no paintings there," a reference to the afternoon they had spent in the art museum, where Vicky had found a book with a picture of Botticelli's "Birth of Venus" and said that Elsa looked like her. Elsa didn't deny the similarity of her figure with that of the artist's ideal of how Venus should look, both of them also blond. Milt tells the story, beginning with his preparations for meeting Elsa. * * * Saturday morning, when I put fresh sheets on my bed, I wondered if I should put the rubbers under my pillow, but then decided that I didn't want it to appear that I had been anticipating too much, and put them in my toilet kit, as though I just always had them somewhere. With the same thought, I didn't buy beer in advance. If we did go to my room, if she agreed to, it would look better if I then suggested getting a six pack. With butterflies in my stomach, I went to meet her at the bus stop. Waiting for the bus, I remembered telling my sister that this was a crazy idea, and that she had said that Elsa had said the same thing. It was; one isn't suppose to have a first date with a girl and know that both know that the other one could also be wondering if they were just going to jump into bed together. Well, it wasn't really a "first date," we had kissed twice, as good as we could, but still ... It was going to be funny meeting her again. When she got off the bus, we both smiled, but I felt that hers was as unrelaxed as mine was. Oh, it was nice to see her again, but with all we knew about what Vicky wanted us to do, hoped, expected us to do, we both were obviously apprehensive. "Nice to see you again," I said. "And you, too," she replied, but her smile seemed a little force. Mine was too. She looked down at her feet and then murmured: "You know what she wants us to do." "Um-hmm," I agreed softly with a nod, very surprised that she had immediately referred to that. She glanced up at me, just a glance, a timid, blushing glance. "We don't have to," I replied. She gave me a better smile, just a little bit better, agreeing: "We don't." She looked at me again with a really better smile, and we both chuckled, almost laughing, nervous release. We had settled that question already and could just enjoy each other's company. I smiled wryly and said: "She'll be disappointed." Elsa nodded with a grin. I suddenly had an idea and said: "We could make up a story for her, have to agree on one, so that both versions are the same." "Serve her right," Elsa replied with a nod and grin. We chuckled again. This was going to be fun, I thought, but still offered: "Or we could go to the science museum." "And discuss our story in the tram and in the museum?" "Could be interesting for people." "It sure could be, if we wanted to make it interesting for her." "It would have to be, she could ask questions, to you, especially, when you get back." "Oooh, yeah, hadn't thought about that. Hmm! I guess I've asked too, when she returned from being with you." "And she tells?" "Hmm? Probably to make me think it would be good with you." "Didn't want you to think to say that." "Guess I did, anyway." She gave me a wry smile. I nodded and replied: "I don't know if you'll want all that in our story." "Oooh! I don't either!" "She must have told you a lot?" Elsa just nodded with somewhat abashed smile, letting me wonder what all my sister had told her. I remarked: "We'll have to work together on the story, to keep it to what you think we might have done." She nodded again, with a less abashed smile, then replying: "Couldn't let her think we did anything I probably wouldn't want to." "Exactly. If we don't want people to overhear us planning this, with a beer in my room?" She nodded again. We had been walking slowly towards the subway station. I turned aside and we went to the nearest bottle shop. With a six pack of cold beer, we turned in the direction of my dorm, not speaking until we were in the room. I took her coat and hung it up, mine too. She was still standing. As I got two beers, I said: "Going to have to sit on my bed." She nodded and sat down. I handed her a beer and sat down next to her and raised my beer, and we both drank and smiled at each other, this time a little less relaxed. Sitting together on the bed was just a little too close to what we weren't going to do there. I shrugged and moved back across my bed to lean against the wall, and then she did, with a slight nod, then murmuring: "Our story," apparently wanting me to start. I took another sip and said: "Well, it has to start somehow. We're assuming that we both wanted to, however we agreed about that." She nodded with a slight smirk, again waiting for me to continue: "Hmmm? I'm pretty sure you wouldn't have just come here and said: 'If we're going to,' and started undressing." "Oh, for sure not!" she replied with a grin. "So, even if you wanted to, it's going to have to be a little more subtle, maybe sitting like this, not to suggest anything." She nodded. I continued, reminding myself to keep my ideas in the subjunctive: "Well, I guess I would put my arm around you. I won't, but you wouldn't mind, since ... well, you know." She nodded. I continued: "I guess we would finish our beers, and, well, the obvious, want to kiss. We've been there before." She nodded again, and I said: "Not to suggest that, just the obvious beginning. You wouldn't mind that we lay down, kind of expect it, and, well, we would be embracing. We've – somehow – already agreed that we wanted to, so I guess I would be pretty sure that you wouldn't mind my hand's slipping up under your sweater." She nodded again and took a sip, and then murmured: "I guess so, too. Seems obvious." "Um-hmm. Not just under your sweater, the obvious." Had she nodded and taken a deep breath in response to my suggestion that my hand would have been finding her breast? I asked: "Are you wearing a bra?" She nodded. I asked: "Can I, I mean, could I shove it up?" She nodded again, then with a chuckle replied: "Just 'could', for the story." "What I meant. You're going to have to help me. What are – would – you want to do?" "Hm-hmm! Wait for you to shove it up." We both chuckled and drank. I hummed and replied: "My hand on Venus' breast." "Maybe you shouldn't make it so ... 'interesting'." "Sorry. Got a little carried away; just trying to make the story move forward." "Hm-hmm! What do I – would I – have to do?" "You'll have to tell me." Elsa glanced at me with a wry expression and had a sip of beer. She glanced at me again and said: "You know more about this than I do." "Not really; Vicky and I just sort of ..., well, it wasn't like this, like our story should be." "Hmm! That's no help." "No. If you accept that we're lying down, kissing and embracing, I guess it would be like when we kissed before. If you don't mind my saying it, getting straight between us." "I didn't want it to get that 'interesting', at least, your telling me." "If we're wanting to, something more has to happen." "I guess so," Elsa replied. "Hmm? Maybe I would roll you up on to top of me." "That would be all right. And then?" Well, you'd let me shove up your bra, so I guess my hand would then have to be somewhere else, like wanting to unhook it." "Hmm! I guess so, if I were wanting us to. "That's the premise." "So you do." "Are you going to be surprised or maybe nod?" Hmm? Maybe both. I sure would be more than surprised, except that I am supposed to be wanting to." "Me too, supposed to be. I guess my hands would be all over your back. We're still kissing, aren't we." "Sounded like it." "If we're supposed to be, ... Remember, I haven't done this, just trying to imagine what could happen." "What?" she asked. "Well, you're not suppose to be minding that we've gotten something straight between us, any way you want to understand that. She chuckled with a nod, and we both drank. I continued: "So I expect that my hands would be trying the find how to open your skirt." "Two hooks and a zipper. Oooh, shouldn't have told you that." "They would have figured that out." "And I'm supposed to want them to?" "That's the premise, at least, only be a little surprised." "I would be." "And I would be to, that you're just a little surprised." "I guess if we knew we were going to do it, I would only be a little surprised." "I probably shouldn't say it, but when we were kissing, you rocked your hips a little." "I did?" "You did." "And you think I should – would – lying on you like that?" "Well, I could imagine that you would, when you let me unzip your skirt." "Hmm? Can't you just tell me what we would do, without the details?" She drank, and I did, emptying my beer. She finished hers. When I held out my hand, she handed it to me. I got up and got two more beers. When I turned back to her, she grinned wryly and said: "I guess so; didn't sound like we had another one in our story." "I don't think so, but it's just a story." She nodded with a smile, and we had a sip, after I had sat down again. She repeated: "Without the details." "Pity, I was having fun. Somehow we get your skirt and my pants off." "Not my panties?" "You didn't want any details. Also not my boxer shorts." "That's good." "I don't know what for, but if you want it that way." She nodded with a grin. I chuckled and asked: "Are you then back lying on me?" "I was thinking so." "Did we take off your sweater and my shirt?" "You'd have to have take off my sweater; I wouldn't do that." "But maybe unbutton my shirt?" "Oh, sure. Do you have hair on your chest?" "Hm-hmm! Since we're not going to, you won't know. Do you want me to?" "Dad does." "Then I do too." We chuckled and drank again. This was really being fun, but when she then said: "I hope so," I was flustered. Of course, we had been skirting around saying anything to suggest that we weren't just agreeing on a story for my sister, but her remark hadn't been – and I didn't have hair on my chest. Should I ignore her remark, or pick up on it and catch her spontaneous admission that she wasn't just thinking this was just about our story? At least, my sister hadn't told her that I didn't have hair on my chest. I skipped over her remark and said: "So, we're almost naked on the bed again. That's nice, lots of bare skin." "You weren't supposed to add details." "Too late. Sorry, but you sort of asked, wanting us still to have our underpants on." She chuckled with a nod and replied: "Guess I did; just wanted to be sure, for the story." "To tell Vicky?" "To be sure that we still had them on." "You can still stop us – in the story – if this is going to far." "Almost," she replied with a slight chuckle, taking a sip of beer, but then encourage me to continue, reminding me: "So, I'm back lying on you." "Did we take off our tops?" "Hm-hmm! I guess we did." "Uh, your bra too?" "Oooh! I don't know. I took a sip, and she did. I waited for her to speak. She gave me a wry smile and then said: "I guess I would have let you; we're supposed to be wanting to." "Oh, right. I would have been – tried to have been – discreet and not really look, standing close to you, looking in your blue eyes." "Sounds like we're about to kiss again." "Good idea, and then we're back on the bed, belly to belly." "Mmmm! That's nice, like with Vicky, and kissing again." "Of course! Do you kiss her as good as you kissed me?" "As good as she kisses both of us." "Real good. And, well, since we've gotten that far, I expect that I would be wanting to hold your bottom." "But just on my panties." "Okay, but my fingers are going to be wanting to slip inside them." "On my bare ass?!" Did I just think that I saw her thighs twitch? I took another sip, and she did, and I replied: "Well, if we're going to – in our story – you should sort of be expecting that." "Yeah, I guess." "Would you want me to – uh – kiss your breasts?" "I guess so. Hm-hmm! Of course! If you wanted to." "I would!" "But I wouldn't tell you." "But you wouldn't mind my then holding your bare ass and urging you to move up on me?" "Hm-hmm! Probably want you to. Oooh! Are my panties going to slide down?! "I hope so, hope they would." "But you still have your shorts on?" "Oh yes, of course, but, well, you know, there's not much else between us." "I was afraid of that," she murmured and had another sip. "It's only our story, I replied softly." She nodded. After a long moment, she said: "Maybe we should just tell that we didn't, that we just had fun making up a story to tell her." "She would think that funny too." "Very; probably tell me that I chickened out, missed the best opportunity I could wish for." "She really wants us to?" "You said it," she replied, giving me a smirk. We grinned and had to laugh. If I hadn't been holding my beer in the hand nearer her, I might have given her a spontaneous hug. We both had more than just a sip of beer. She gave me another grin and said: "I'm going to have to use your bathroom when we finish them." "Me too. And then? Continue the story?" "Maybe just take a nap." "That would be nice. Anything you want to do," I agreed. She nodded and took a sip, and I did. It felt like there was just one more in my can. She smiled and said: "Yeah, that would be nice." "Probably more comfortable without you skirt, if you don't mind my suggesting it." "And your pants, too?" "If you don't mind?" "I guess not." I finished my beer and suggested that I go first in the bathroom. She nodded and finished hers. I put them aside and went in the bathroom, just shoving the door closed, but then trying not to splash in the toilet bowl. When I opened the door, she was waiting impatiently. She gave me a quick wry smile and hurried in the bathroom, also not closing the door completely. I took off my shoes and socks and pants, hanging my pants over the back of my chair. Then I called to her: "May I also take off my shirt; it'll just get rumpled?" She chuckled and replied: "If you have hair on your chest." "I don't." "Oh? Well, still." "I'll be in bed; you don't have to see me. I'll keep my eyes closed, won't see you either." She just chuckled. I envisioned that she had nodded. I hung my shirt over my pants and got under the light covers, lying with my back to the wall, and closed my eyes, tightly, so that she could see that they were closed. I heard the soft noise of her slipping out of her loafers and socks and then the rustle of her taking off her skirt. Then it sounded as though she could have chuckled softly. Then the covers moved, and she slipped in bed with me, her bare knees touching mine. She drew the covers up. I could feel her breath on my face. Then she murmured: "You can open them now." I did, seeing her smiling at me, a sort of mischievous smile. She remarked: "Hadn't really thought about under the cover, but nice." "Sorry, if that surprised you." "Only nicely. You can put your arm around me." "Is that a good idea? Doesn't sound like it." "Probably not, just more comfortable." "I still don't think it is," I replied, but slid my hand from my hip to hers – on her panties – and then up a little, wondering if she expected me to slide it up her back inside her sweater. There was no sweater! She smirked with a slight nod. "That's really not a good idea," I murmured, as my hand slid up. "I know, but when I saw you in bed, well, ... You do have your shorts on?!" "Of course!" My hand discovered that she also had taken off her bra! I only muttered: "That too?" "Um-hmm, seemed stupid to keep it on, if your hand was going to be there, like in our story." "This isn't our story." "No, but, well, it's just so nice, like lying with her." It was! But this wasn't anything I had planned or expected. When her knee then suggested that it wanted to be between mine, I unconsciously let it, like I would have with my sister, then thinking that she and Vicky must also overlap their thighs. Elsa just nodded, as I let her slide her thigh up and mine drew up over it. "Nicer," she murmured, and her hand slid under my arm onto my side. Involuntarily, I drew her closer, and her hand held me closer. Her firm breasts touched my chest, and her hand drew us closer together, mine then too, embracing as close as we could. We were supposed to take a nap like this?! Her soft "um-hmm" wasn't in response to my question, just confirming my feeling that this was too nice. My eyes had closed again. I opened them. Of course, our faces were closer together, noses almost touching. Her eyes were open. She murmured: "I know, we weren't going to be like this, but since we are." "Not a good way to start a nap." "We could try." "You'd better turn over, before I want to kiss you." She rocked her head up, our chins touching, and replied: "Do I really have to?" "If you want to try to take a nap, your suggestion." "Didn't know it would be under the covers, like this, and your suggestion to take off my skirt and your pants – and your shirt." "But not your sweater and bra. They were going to let it just be a nap – I thought, at least." "I was too, even without them. You really want me to roll over? You can hold one, like she does." "And then you fall asleep?" "If you do." "Unlikely, very unlikely!" "Hm-hmm! Then I don't have to roll over." She hugged me, and I hugged her, wondering when she was going to feel my cock. If she wanted to kiss, she was going to. And if we did kiss, she knew from our story that I would want to roll her on me, and do everything else we had talked about: hands in her panties, kissing her breasts, and whatever could follow. Elsa: Will She Or Won't She? She did want to kiss, and she did feel my cock. Before I moved to draw her up over me, I helped it move around. She only snorted softly with a nod, and then she was lying on me, lying on it. Maybe it was good that we had talked about all this. When my hands found the elastic of her panties, she just nodded. Nice firm, round ass, that rocked down, when I grasped it. And when my hands urged her to move up, so that I could suck her nipples, she helped, helped enough to let my hands slide her panties down on her thighs. Was she just so aroused, or had she changed her mind, really wanting to? There was no question about her wanting me to suck her nipple. She moaned and pressed it to my mouth, and her thighs had slid off mine, letting her hips rock down. She must feel how close the head of my cock was to her pussy, no longer pressing up against her pelvis, but still with her panties and my shorts between us. When she moved, wanting me to suck her other nipple, my left hand pulled my boxer shorts to the side, and my cock was free of my fly. As I enjoyed her nipple, and her hips continued to rock, when they rocked up, my little fingers caught the elastic of her panties and shoved the front of them down. She just gave a surprised "uhn!" and her hips rocked down again - bare cock rubbing on the front of her pussy! If she moved up just a little more, it was going to be rubbing between her pussy lips! My hands were cupped around the cheeks of her ass. Did she realize how close my cock was to probing to find her opening?! Shit! Rubbers? I should have put one under my pillow. And if she wanted to, really wanted to, we needed her panties off. My shorts were no problem, I could unsnap them. Did she really want to?! If she had been my sister, from the way she rocked her hips and moaned, I knew that Vicky would have, and my cock wanted to. When my fingers pressed in the crease under her ass, she moved it up - not me - and my cock sprang up, but not has high as it could, caught by the stretched elastic of her panties. My hips rocked, pure reflex, the head of my cock probing. She groaned. I remembered – rubber! – and started to ask: "And, but ...?" "Pill! Get 'em off!" she demanded and raise her hips. We got one leg out of her panties, and I unsnapped my shorts. She waited with a moan, as my hand grasped my cock, and then lowered her hips, rocking them, helping me find her opening. When we did, she nodded with another insisent moan and pressed her hips down, forcing the mouth of her tight vagina around the head of my cock. We both groaned – so tight! She held still for a moment, and then with a moan lowered her hips further, slowly. I took my hand away and grasped her bare ass. Slowly, in increments, she lowered it, moaning each time my cock slid deeper in her, making me also moan. Finally, her hips were pressing down on mine. When I drew her down on me, she murmured: "Oh God!" and lay on me. Our stomachs were rising and falling against each other, my cock throbbing in the clutches of her pussy. It had been so often in my sister's pussy, but somehow this seemed like a first time. Of course, it was, in Elsa's pussy, but after all our talking, and after all my sister's talking to each of us, it seemed a little as though our finally doing it was like doing it for the first time. I liked that, and that we had talked about our story so much, that it had happened this way, our story anticipating what we had both wanted to do. Our questions to my sister had only been veiled denial of our admitting that we wanted to, Elsa's as much as mine; she couldn't have not known what would happen, when she got in bed with me without her sweater and bra. We relaxed a little, lying still, exchanging moans, but my cock and her pussy weren't relaxed. My hips twitched up. She gave a soft, surprised "uhn," but her hips rocked down. When mine rocked up again, she moaned with a nod. We began to fuck. She experimented with longer strokes, until my cock popped out. She wanted it back in, immediately reaching down between us and guiding the head of my cock back in her vagina. She chuckled at her success, and I did, and we fucked, both chuckling, until she started to kiss me, her tongue moving in my mouth as eagerly as her hips were moving on my cock. My sister had told me that Elsa could come as wet as she did, but would she, could she, as soon as my cock wanted to? From her aroused moans, then insistent groans, it sounded like she wanted to, needed to, but I came first, grunting. Could she feel the so strong spurts of my cock in her clutching pussy? Whether or not she could, she gasped and with whimpering moans, her pussy clutched tighter than before, and my cock and pubic hair were flooded with warm pussy juice. She collapsed on me, and we both sighed with long moans. We lay like that long after our breathing returned to normal, so long that my cock was about to slip out. I had embraced her when she collapsed, then not want to stir her by moving my hands. Finally, I rubbed her back. She nodded on my shoulder with a soft moan, and then murmured: "I really wanted to. It was so much better than I imagined." "Um-hmm," I agreed, sliding my hands down to her ass. She nodded again and rocked it, and my cock dropped down. She chuckled softly, and then murmured: "I'm leaking." She was, dripping on my soft cock. She chuckled again and raised her head, smiling down at me, and said again: "I really wanted to, just couldn't admit it, to you, to myself. That was so good, our story, agreeing how we could start. That had really been bothering me, thinking we would meet, and then if I said – somehow – that I wanted to, we would come straight here, and I would have to just take off my clothes, suddenly all naked, sort of: 'Here I am, now do it.' But then you were in bed; it was so easy." Before I could reply, she lowered her head, and we had a good kiss. She slid off me and pulled the covers up, which had slid down her back. We rolled together like we had started, our arms around each other, our thighs overlapping. I said: "It was, just like you said. I was a little relieved, when you immediately said you didn't want to." "I didn't, just said that we knew what she wanted us to do." "But looked so embarrassed that that was what I thought you were thinking." "Um-hmm. I don't know how I would have responded if you had said that you wanted to, probably have tried to smile and nod, and blamed Vicky for having gotten me in the situation." "You don't now?" "Oh no! And now we don't need a made up story to tell her." We chuckled, hugging each other, and she said: "Oh, it's so good! That, of course, but how it's all been, with her too. If we hadn't done it with each other, you and I never would have." "It is!" I agreed: "and that you two do too." "Mmmm! I want you to do that too, what she does with you. I want to do everything, ... well, maybe not like she does, not that much, but I will, a little; she says she likes to do it so much." "She does, but you don't have to." "Hm-hmm! That's what you said when we met, that we don't have to, but we did." "I really meant it, then and now." "I do too," she replied, grinning. This was being so delightful! I had been a little afraid that she might want to say something about love, even only that she "just loved it," maybe "loved me for doing it," but she hadn't. Much better, she had said that she wanted us to do everything, even suck my cock - "a little." What to suggest now? I didn't need to; she chuckled and said: "Want to see me now? I want to see you – even if you don't have hair on your chest." She didn't wait for a reply, flinging the covers back. She sat up and looked at me with a cheerful smile. Of course, my eyes didn't oversee her breasts, as I looked up at her face, but then she glanced down at them, drawing her shoulders back, inviting me to look at them. I smiled appreciatively with slight nod; Vicky had been right, just like the breasts of the artist's Venus, and Elsa knew it too. "Mmmm! I wonder if that artist sucked hers too? What was his name?" I asked. "Botticelli. Hm-hmm! He should have; she would have liked it as much as I did." "And as much as I did," I agreed. She nodded with pleased grin, and then turned her head to look down my body. I rolled my hips back, seeing her slight nod, as she looked at my cock. She frowned slightly and murmured: "So small now." "Just resting, taking the nap you apparently didn't really want." "Hm-hmm! I guess not. A well deserved nap," she replied, giving me another grin. "Um-hmm!" I agreed, and we chuckled. "What are we going to do now?" she asked. "I wondered, myself, until you flung back the covers. We could have another beer and talk about it." "Like our story, but now planning?" "Um-hmm, even more fun," I agreed. Elsa grinned with a nod. As I sat up, she got off the bed and stepped back, almost posing for me. I remarked: "I'm sure Botticelli sucked them - and did everything else - he couldn't have just painted her." Elsa's nipples had popped out. She nodded, circling them both with a finger, nodding and smirking, then remarking: "I hope so." As I stood up, I was aware that my sack was sticking to my thigh and asked: "Wash a little first?" "A shower?" she asked. It sounded as thought she was more surprised than suggesting that we take one, also surprising me, but it was another delightful idea of hers. I shrugged and replied: "If you want? More than just a little." "Why not? Vicky told me how well you described why we would like them together." "Not more than she and I do." "Nor more than I will with you." What an invitation! Elsa's wanting to "do everything" didn't leave anything out. Did she and my sister do everything in the shower that my sister and I did: "going" - surely not tasting - and washing assholes? We were already going towards the bathroom. I wondered: would Elsa also tell me that, what else she thought was part of her "everything"? Chuckling, we started, both enjoying my washing her breasts. When my soapy hand slid down towards her pussy, she nodded and turned, letting my other hand slide around to her ass. She gave a soft chuckling moan, as my fingers slid over the nice curve above her pussy, then another one, when my fingers rubbed her pussy lips – and did a little more. She chuckled with a nod and murmured: "Like she does, like we do." Thus encouraged, I let the fingers of my other hand slide down into the crack between the cheeks of her ass. She responded with a soft "uhn!" and her cheeks tightened, but then she nodded and said: "I guess so. Of course, if we do that, you two do too," and her cheeks relaxed. "Um-hmm," I agreed, and my fingers slid further down between her soft cheeks. They tightened again, when my fingers touched her asshole, but then relaxed and let them rub. She murmured: "Sure surprised me the first time she did that." "But it feels sort of good." "Um-hmm," she agreed cheerfully and let me feel it twitch under my fingers, moaning with a chuckle, then asking: "For you too?" "Of course, must feel just the same." For a few moments, my fingers were rubbing both places, once meeting between her thighs, eliciting another chuckle. Then she murmured: "Now you." Her hand slid down on my pubic hair, then hesitated. She looked up at me with a questioning "umm?" I nodded with a smile, and she grinned and watched her hand slide down and hold my cock. There is only one way to wash a cock, even when it's all soft and small, but mine was now only soft. She chuckled and remarked: "That's better, fun." "Um-hmm! For me too." "Even better," she remarked, giving me a grin, as it began to fill her hand better. "And my sack too, just don't squeeze them." She nodded and fondled my balls. Her other hand was on my hip. I murmured: "And there too, 'everything'." She chuckled with a nod and replied: "Like with her," and her fingers slid into my crack and down to my asshole. I hummed. For a moment, I tightened my ass, holding her fingers still. We both chuckled, and then she was fondling my balls and rubbing me there as familiarly as my sister did. I purred and murmured: "Didn't ever think it would be as good as this." "I didn't either, even if I could have admitted that I "really wanted to'." "Both of us." We nodded with smiles and rinsed each other off. When we stepped out of the shower, I reached for my towel and offered it to her. I hadn't anticipated our shower, and only had one towel handy. She didn't take it and murmured: "You dry me." I did, delighted with her having asked me too, and delighted at the opportunity to fondle her breasts and pussy again. She let me dry myself, enjoying the way I was looking at her with a smirk, then enjoying the way I flopped my cock around, when I dried it and my balls. My towel was very wet when I hung it up. As we returned to the room, she asked: "What are we going to do now?" "Anything you want. We were talking about a beer and planning that." "I didn't plan the shower." "But it seemed to have been part of your 'everything'." "It was, just hadn't thought about it." "Beer?" "Please, thank you." When I turned back to her with the opened cans, she had straightened out the covers at the foot of the bed and was sitting on, looking out the window. Before she looked at me, she murmured: "Love in the afternoon," then caught her breath and added: "I wasn't supposed to say that," with an apologetic expresion. "No," I agreed, handing her her beer and joining her on the bed. "I didn't mean it like that; I know it isn't. It just slipped out." "It can still be just as good, maybe better, relaxed, knowing that we – neither of us – is worried that the other one could think it had to be." "Um-hmm," she agreed softly, and we drank. Then she said: "Vicky said that once too, then explaining that you both didn't suddenly have a crush on each other." "She was – is – right, just wickedly kissing cousins." "Very, and now I know a little how wickedly!" We grinned and drank again. Then Elsa said in more serious voice: "A couple of times she said something that sounded like you almost lived together: 'our bathroom' once or twice. Something else, I can't remember." She didn't look at me and took a sip. I was blushing, thankful that she hadn't looked and took much more than a sip, then replied, trying to make it sound only curious: "Did she?" Elsa nodded, taking another sip without glancing over at me. I had a flood of thoughts. If she hadn't looked at me, she didn't want to see my reaction to what she had said, which meant that she was thinking the obvious, that we lived together, were siblings. Did she want me to insist that Vicky and I were only cousins, and that she had probably been referring to the times during the summer when we had been in one or the other of our supposedly different houses? Would Elsa believe that? Or would she believe that I was lying to her – bad for our nice relationship, and also for hers with Vicky? How would she react to confirmation of what she was probably thinking? I had been stalling too long to have not immediately replied with truthful answer that refuted the implication of her remark. Elsa took another sip. Did she understand my quandary, respecting my hesitation to reply? I took a deeper breath and murmured: "We are." "Not just cousins?" she asked, still not looking at me. God, she was being good about it! I nodded, then realizing that she couldn't see me, I murmured: "Um-hmm." "Hmmm? Kind of thought so. That's all right," she replied softly. She turned her head and gave me small smile and shrugged. This time I did put my arm around her and give her a hug. She nodded with a better smile and murmured: "Why not, if you do? My knowing isn't going to change anything." "I hope not. Tell her I told you, well, how you asked and that I admitted that we aren't just cousins." Elsa nodded again and took a sip, and I took one, and we relaxed. She glanced down at my soft cock and remarked: "It looks kind a sweet and innocent like that." "Sometimes it is, just like me." "And when it isn't? What are we going to do?" "Anything you want. I know what I want to do, what you both like to do." "Mmmm! And what we like to have done. And what will happen, if I do what Vicky likes to do – 'a little'?" "I'll love it – not that word. It will be very un-innocent." "And I will be then too. What will happen?" "Mmmm! I'll tell you when to stop, and then you just use your hand, and it will all shoot up." "Oooh! More than once? What's it look like?" "Three or four times, then probably just dribbling a little, thick white stuff." "Ooh! Hm-hmm! Sounds like fun." "For it and me." "But she likes to do it." "And how! She loves to lick and suck it. Sometimes she teases me and stops and sucks one of my balls, letting it relax a little." "Hm-hmm! Want me to do that too? Does it feel good?" "Just very nice, not so arousing, but so nice, and that she wants to do that." "I'll do that too, just hadn't known that could be part of 'everything'." "Mmmm! This is going to be better than I ever imagined," I replied with a grin, hugging her. "For me too," she said with a grin, and we drank together. While I was still thinking about how much better than any my fantasizes this was all being, she murmured: "I want to, now, and then you can. Can we then do it again, like before?" "If you want." "I do," she replied, adding: "she said she liked to get between your legs." "Um-hmm," I agreed and rolled my thighs apart. She nodded and gave me a grin, as she moved off the bed. I moved forward on it, spreading my legs, sitting on the edge of the bed, as she knelt between between my feet. She glanced up at me with pleased smile and murmured: "I want to. Just stop me in time." "Of course, so you can see what happens." "Um-hmm! Tell me if I'm doing it right." "You will; you can't do it wrong." She chuckled and fondled my cock and balls with both hands, murmuring: "That was nice in the shower; I wanted to touch them, but didn't want to say so." "Just asked if I meant we should have a shower?" "But I wasn't thinking about how it would be." "All the better." "Um-hmm! Mmmm! I thinking it wants me to suck it." My cock was beginning to rise. I nodded; it did. I was full of anticipation of how good it would feel, delighted that she was so openly eager to do it. Her hand was still just fondling it, her other one jostling my balls. We both watched my foreskin slip back. She chuckled softly and murmured: "I never thought I would want to do this." I just nodded again, not wanting to intrude on her thoughts. Her hand experimented with pushing my foreskin up, and she murmured again: "It looks like it's almost made to be sucked, ... well, of course, really to do that, but almost as much to be sucked." I nodded again. Its head was silky shiny. At the moment, it was only made to be sucked, and I recalled my thought when my sister sucked it, that it was just such a pleasure to be aroused without having to do anything, then remembering that I couldn't let her go all the way – not this time. Would she want to taste it? Would she want to do it again, then all the way, letting me shoot it in her mouth? But first, now ... She hummed softly and lowered her head and kissed it, first just with her lips on it, and then – like a first French kiss – the tip of her tongue slid back and forth over its little slit. I moaned softly. Her tongue extended, sliding down the back of its head. When it tickled the little ridge there, my cock twitched up, bumping her nose, as I moaned again and murmured: Elsa: Will She Or Won't She? "Just there, where it feels best." She glanced up at me with a smile and replied: "Felt like it was trying to get away." "Feels just too good." "Hm-hmm! I won't let it again." She started again, this time opening her mouth and slipping her lips around it, before her tongue made it twitch again. She chuckled in her throat with slight nod, and then the head of my cock disappeared in her mouth. Oh, I had been so right about it's being made to be sucked! Had my sister told her what to do? Or did it just come naturally to a girl when she wanted to do for the first time? Did my sister do it better with all her experience, or was it so arousing to know that Elsa was doing it for the first time? Of course, she could think to bob her head, fucking me with her mouth, but did she know that vibrations of her humming made it feel even more arousing? Humming because she was enjoying what she was doing? If she was, she wouldn't want me to have to stop her so soon, but I had to. "Stop!" I murmured. She raised her head and looked up at me with a puzzled expression and asked: "Already?" "Not quite, but pretty close." She nodded with a slight smile and replied: "That tasted good. I like to do it." "Mmmm! And do it almost too good. That wasn't it, the white stuff." She glanced down at the clear liquid oozing out of my little slit and nodded, then licked it up, making my cock twitch. I suggested that she could suck one of my balls. She nodded. Her other hand was still holding them. She snorted with a grin and replied: "Oh, they're all tight, your ..." "Um-hmm, have to pinch a wrinkle of my sack and stretch it." She nodded again and did. By the time she had my sack slack enough to try to suck one, my cock had sunk down a little. I dropped back on my elbows and rolled my hips up to make it easier for her to, and my cock flopped forward. "Um-hmm," she agreed and lowered her head and pressed one ball in her mouth, sucking and closing her mouth around it, caressing it with her tongue. I moaned, and she moaned, and I murmured that that felt good. She nodded, moaning louder. She let it pop out of her mouth and looked up at me with a grin and said: "Never thought I would do that either. And now, the white stuff." "But not in your mouth." "If she likes it?" "But if you don't, you might never want to do it again?" "Oh, I guess so, but I think I will." "I hope so. Hm-hmm! But then you'll never see it, if you do this first time." "Hm-hmm! If you promise that I can again, if I do." I nodded with a grin, and she rose up and leaned over my hips. My cock disappeared in her mouth – no experimenting – sucking, licking, her head bobbing. I tried to control my arousal as long as I could, not as long as I wanted to. My hips began to rock. I demanded softly: "Stop! Now!" and pushed her head back. When her hand didn't immediately begin to rub my cock, mine clenched around hers and did. A second later, my first spurt shot up on my chest. I grunted, and she gave a surprised moan, and our hands made another and another spurt shoot up, then a couple of shorter ones, and then just a couple of dribbles down on our hands. My hips had been rocking and my stomach heaving. I held our hands still. When I looked down at Elsa again, I saw her eyes shifting from one to the other white blobs on me and then down at our hands. I was a little pleased that I had come so much for her first sight of a male's orgasm. Would she want to taste it? Was her expression suggesting curiosity? "A lot," she murmured. "Um-hmm," I agreed. I slid my fingers up around hers and collected what had dribbled and then then licked it off my fingers. She watched me with a surprised expression, then murmured: "Oh? You taste it too?" "After Vicky kissed me, when she had done it." "Oh? Hnn? I guess so, if she likes it." "Still tastes funny, but that's the way it does." Elsa smiled wryly with a nod and let go of my softening cock. It dropped down, and she licked the side of her index finger, hardly enough to really taste it, I thought, but she still made a wry expression. She glanced up at me with a shrug and then wiped up the biggest splotch on my chest and licked it off her fingers. It was enough for her move around in her mouth with her tongue. She swallowed and gave me a wry smirk, then grinned and wiped up another splotch and licked it off her fingers. She grinned with a hum and rose up and dove down over me, planting her lips on mine. When I opened my mouth, her tongue with my semen slid between my lips. She chuckled as my tongue caressed hers. When she retrieved her tongue, she chuckled again and said: "If she can, and you can, I can. I wasn't sure I wanted to lick her pussy, either." "Mmmm! And I want to lick yours." "It wants you to, like your cock wanted me to suck it." "It sure did, as good as it could be." "Not really, letting me see it – this time." "Um-hmm! Just almost 'as good as it could be'." "Mmmm! And then I can again?" "Hm-hmm! If you don't want to do something else first." "Oooh! Again? But can you again, then, for me?" "It will be fun to find out." "Hmm, you'd better can." "I hope so too. Now your pussy, on my face." She let me move around on the bed. As she was clambering back on me, I was torn between wanting her to face my legs, so that I could make her come in my mouth better, and maybe lick her asshole; or to have her face the other way, so that she could scoot down on my aroused cock, after I made her come. She was already moving up over me that way. I let her; this was all for her. Of course, it wasn't all just for her, I admitted, as I grasped her ass, and it certainly wasn't just to please my sister! I didn't let her lower her hips on my face and murmured: "I want to see your pretty pussy first." She chuckled and rose up, sliding her knees apart, and remarked: "She wanted to see it too, after we had, and she hadn't yet seen it." My second pussy, the first girl's whose wasn't my sister's! Lovely, pink, so open with her thighs spread. Had any other guy's first time with a girl been like all this, her first time - forgetting her one bad experience?! "Stop looking; lick!" she demanded softly, urging me to let her hips down on my face. I let them, thinking: no, no other girl could be like her the first time she was in bed with a guy: fucking, of course, but not cock sucking and then insisting that she wanted her pussy licked. Did, could my sister enjoy licking it more than I was going to – better than I could? She couldn't enjoy it more than I did. After having my cock sucked, even "just almost as good as it could be," licking Elsa's pussy was the most arousing thing I wanted to do at the moment, especially when she unhesitatingly encouraged me with moans and by rocking her hips to show me where she wanted me to lick and probe with my tongue. Thank you, sister, for teaching her how good it was, that it was so good to prolong her arousal and my pleasure – yours too, sister, when you licked her pussy, and when I licked yours. All three of us knew that it would only be better the longer we could continue. And Elsa's pussy tasted so good, when she wanted me to probe in her again, moaning when my tongue did. Then she couldn't stand the anticipation any longer. Her hips rocked back, and my tongue returned to the firm little button that I knew would give her her orgasm. I forgot that I wasn't licking my sister's pussy; my fingers did what they would have, if it had been hers. When they rubbed over Elsa's asshole, she responded with an encouraging moan. They did what it let them. I only realized that it was Elsa's, when she gave a surprised "Uhnn!" It tighten on my finger tip, but then relaxed. When my finger tip probed again, she just responded with aroused moan and a twitch of her hips. My sister had been right: Elsa's orgasm was as wet as hers own. Elsa's thighs were quivering, almost in tempo with her pulsing moans. Her pussy juice tasted at least as good as my sister's, even though I couldn't capture as much of it as I wanted to. When my tongue slid back to try to, she complained with disappointed moan and rocked her hips back, grinding her pussy on my mouth. She wanted more?! I gave it to her, having to be satisfied with feeling her wet my chin again, but pleased that she wanted it so much. Finally, she exclaimed softly: "Oh God, enough!" and dropped forward, rolling her pussy away from my mouth, nice, soft pubic hair brushing my nose. While she was recovering, I realized that more than just the tip of my finger was in her asshole, recalling that she had been surprised but then not upset that it had probed its way deeper than I had realized. Did she realize it? I waited a few moments for her to recover and then slipped it out. "Oooh! Really? More than she does," she murmured. "Just sort of happened, like we do." "Hmm? I guess so, guess I didn't mind." She sat up, sitting on my chest. Behind her back, I reached down and made sure that my cock wasn't relaxing. She noticed the movement of my hand and glanced back, and then looked at me with quizzical expression. "Sit on it," I murmured. "Already? Again?" "Um-hmm!" I replied, grasping her waist with both hands and urging her to move back. "If you want," she murmured and began to creep back down my body. Without more encouragement, she raised her hips and reached down between her thighs and guided my cock to her pussy. We both moaned as she lowered her hips and it slipped into her slippery, tight pussy. I urged her to sit up straight, and we both moaned again, looking at each other with aroused expressions, feeling her pussy tighten and my cock surge. "What do you want me to do?" she asked softly. "Anything that feels good; just rock your hips, any way that feels good." She nodded with a slight smile and rocked them gently to and fro. My cock twitched, and I nodded, responding: "Mmmm, like that." "Um-hmm! Feels good," she agreed with a soft chuckle, continuing. I nodded and reached up and fondled her breasts, not touching her nipples with my fingers. We both smiled, exchanged hums, less aroused than moans. I murmured: "This is just so good this way." "Um-hmm, very. Want me to do anything else?" "Not unless you want to – until you want to." "Not for a long time." I nodded with a grin and squeezed her firm breasts, and she continued gently to rock her hips, nodding and returning my grin. God, this was good, I thought. She was good: my own Boticelli's Venus riding my cock as good as the goddess could have ridden Mars'. She hummed again, this time a chuckle, and said: "Never thought it would be like this. Oh, sure, last night and this morning I was thinking about how it could be – if I wanted to – but certainly not like this, anything like this. I guess I couldn't imagine that it would ever be like this. Hm-hmm! Especially not that I would want to do that, ever." "Me neither, everything you said," I agreed and rippled the backs of my fingers over her nipples. She moaned with a nod, also with a better rock of her hips. We both moaned, when my cock twitched and her pussy squeezed it. I rippled my fingers over her stiff nipples again. Even if she wanted to do this for a long time, my cock didn't want just to do it forever. She moaned with a nod, adding another better rock of her hips. I turned my hands and squeezed her nipples. She moaned again with another nod and murmured: "Anything else?" I wanted her to discover what else she could do, and replied: "Any other way you can move that feels good." "Hmm? Like this?" She rocked her hips sideways, and we both moaned, and then she chuckled and circled her hips on my cock, and we both had to moan again. "Even better," she murmured, continuing. "Very," I agreed, as she churned her hips on my cock. I knew that I could come in her pussy – clutching pussy – if she just continued like that, but would it be enough to make her come again? I murmured: "She rubs herself." "When you do it like this?" "Um-hmm." "And you do too?" "And maybe again, if she wants to do more." "Uhnn! You can? I want to again, like that, really." I just nodded, squeezing and pulling on her aroused nipples. She nodded and reached down between her thighs. She looked down and watched her fingers creep through our pubic hairs. They began to rub, with the desired effect. I squeezed and twisted her nipples. Her eyes were half closed, as we both moaned, and then mine were closed, as I felt her knuckles moving on me near the base of my cock, and feeling her pussy hold my throbbing cock tighter. I could only hope that it was being just as arousing for her, that she would also come, that she was do everything she could to make herself also have her orgasm. It felt and sounded like it. Her hips were gyrating on my cock, and the knuckles of her fingers on me were moving as eagerly as they could, and she was moaning the way I had learned that she did, when she was about to have an orgasm: gasping between higher pitched, pulsing moans. Which one of us was going to come first in her clutching pussy?! It didn't matter; I didn't know if my cock spurted before or after she flooded warm pussy juice on me – my cock spurting the first time. Could she feel that it spurted again and again, as my hips rocked up? Fuck! We had come again! Or was it only "fucking" when my cock was plunging in her pussy? With a distraught moan, she dropped down on me, still gasping, her stomach heaving against mine, her pussy squeezing my cock again. Was she like my sister, who then would want me to really fuck her, wanted to fuck me, wanted to ride her pussy up and down on my cock? Elsa had wanted to do everything else I did with my sister. My hands had had to leave her breasts and had instinctively slid down to her ass, on the firm curves of her cheeks. She had wanted me to keep licking her pussy after the first flood of her pussy. She could tell me if she didn't want any more, couldn't stand any more. I grasped the cheeks of ass and rocked my hips, encouraging hers to move. They did – involuntarily, a reflex – and she groaned. "Oh fuck!" she gasped and did, and I did, as I recognized that she hadn't used that word before. When her hips rocked up, my hands slid closer down to her thighs, my fingers closer in the cleft between the cheeks of her ass. This time, I knew where they were, and she did too. When one brushed over her asshole, she nodded with a moan, and when my finger tip probed, she nodded more emphatically with a better moan. She did want "everything," everything my sister wanted. My finger probed each time her asshole relaxed. When it tightened, her pussy clutched my cock, almost as though it were trying to keep it from pumping in her, but her hips were rocking as hard as mine were, slapping together. And when it tightened, it felt like it was trying to draw my finger deeper – and did. When I wiggled my finger tip in her, she almost growled. We fucked, no other word for it! She had another orgasm, flooding me again with desperate, almost distraught gasps and moans, but she survived my having to continue until I had mine. Barely survived; she had another orgasm with me and then collapsed on me. Could she have passed out and still be gasping for breath and moaning? "La petite mort"? Where had I learned that expression? Before the heaving of our stomachs against each other had died down, she suddenly exclaimed: "Oh shit, cramp!" and thrust her legs back. My finger and cock slipped out, as she extended her legs. I grasped her sides and almost jerked her body further up on mine and then grasped the back of her thighs, feeling the knot in the muscle of one and massaging it. She moaned, and then it loosened. She moaned again and then relaxed, lying heavy on me, my face between her breasts. It was several seconds before she moved, raising her shoulders up on her elbows. I looked up at her, and she looked down at me, then with a slight smile, then with a soft chuckle and with a wry smile, and asked: "Did we fuck?" "I think so, don't know any other word for it." "Hmm?! I don't either; we must have." We both chuckled, and I urged her to move back down my body. We kissed, as good as we could, but only for a few seconds. Then she slid off me with her head on my shoulder and chuckled and said: "Didn't really have to ask. Don't think I ever used that word before." "When we started." "Did I?" "But that was the first time, with me, anyway." "Or anyone else, for sure. Don't think Vicky said it with me." "Hm-hmm! How discreet of her, if she told you everything we do." "But she couldn't have told me how good it is." "No one can," I replied, liking that I had thought to say that, rather than my first thought: something about my sister's not having told me that Elsa would be so eager to do "everything." Of course, she couldn't have known that Elsa would be. Elsa hugged me and agreed: "No one could, but now we can really take a nap." I nodded and asked: "Covers?" She nodded, and we sat up and both reached down to find them. As we lay back down again, drawing them up over us, she chuckled and said: "Nice covers, helped it all happen." "Um-hmm, very nice covers. Lie like this again, or with my arm around you, holding your breast?" "If that's what you two do? Must be nice." She rolled over, and I curled up behind her, my hand on her breast, her soft nipple in my palm. She nodded with a soft hum, relaxing. Then, when I didn't expect her to say anything more, she murmured: "If I want to, like I said, can you again?" "Mmmm! If you want to, I hope so, both ways." "I want to; hope so too." I squeezed her breast, and we were silent. Before I dozed off, I counted how many times we had come: for me, fucking – without that word – her cock-sucking, then twice more. And for her: the first time, and then when I licked her pussy, and then with my cock in her – the first time sitting on me, and then twice more. We needed a nap. It was darker in the room, when we stirred in the late autumn evening. I wasn't surprised to be lying with my arm around a girl, assuming that she was my sister as so often before, even when my hand found her breast again. I only remembered that the girl wasn't my sister, when she gave a surprised: "Oh? Here with you." Elsa's voice! Her hand held mine, as she chuckled and remarked: "Guess I was assuming that I was sleeping with Vicky." "Hm-hmm! Me too. So often?" "Hmm! Both of us – with her. Often enough." "Nice, more often than we can." "Hope you don't mind." "Just a little." "We wouldn't be – here – if she didn't with both of us." "Then I don't mind." "Me neither!" Elsa squeezed my hand on her breast and rolled back against me. I moved back and let her turn over, her head again on my shoulder. She reached over and hugged me, drawing her thigh up past my knees. Then her hand slid down my side and with surprising familiarity immediately found my soft cock and balls. As her fingers gathered up my balls, I recalled my thoughts before our nap and rationalized that it shouldn't be surprising: we had done more in one afternoon than most freshmen couples did in a month – if they did anything – and most probably not what all we had. Had any other girl on campus told her boyfriend that she wanted to suck his cock? The first time she saw it?! "Boyfriend?" "Girlfriend?" My sister's roommate, attractive roommate, but just with me because my sister wanted her to have a better experience than her bad first time? "Better experience?" Fucking great understatement! Amazing how much could go through my mind, while Elsa's fingers were creeping under my balls as though they had done it as often as my sisters' had. Her fingers cupped around them gently but firmly, even pulling them a little. She chuckled cheerfully and said: Elsa: Will She Or Won't She? "Got you by the balls! Now you have to do anything I want." "Mmmm! You do. Bet you never said that before, either." "No, and never thought I would." "And what do you want me to do?" "Mmmm! Let me do I want to." "Hm-hmm! If it's what I think, hope, that should be easy." "It is," she replied, turning her head up and giving me a grin. "Hmm! In your pretty mouth?" She nodded, licking her lips, and murmured: "In my cock-sucking mouth." "Oooh! To hear you say that!" "Surprised me too. Being with you is having a bad influence on my language." "I won't ask what else you could say. We could have just taken a nap, if you had kept your sweater and bra on." "Hm-hmm! You really think so?" "Well, I would have tried to let it be just a nap." "Not sure I would have. Hmm? Pretty sure I wouldn't have. ... What else I could say? Hm-hmm! But I won't, just that it felt good, your finger there." "I didn't think you would, but that's what I was thinking about too. Don't forget that you still have me by my balls." Her grip of them had relaxed a little. It tightened again, and she nodded with a grin and said: "Thanks for reminding me. Were you afraid that I had forgotten what I want to do?" "Not 'afraid,' just didn't want you to forget." "I haven't." "She likes to start when it's all soft." "Then I'd better start now." "Um-hmm, and you don't have 'to have me by the balls' to make me let you." "But I still like to hold them." I didn't think that I had to tell her that I liked it just as much that she did. As she moved down between my legs, I moved back on the bed, glad that it was in a corner, so that I could sit up a little and watch her. My sister was going to be surprised when – if – Elsa told her everything we had done, very surprised; I couldn't remember that we had done as much in one afternoon, and it wasn't over yet. Elsa drew the covers down with her as she crouched between my legs. Her fingers were still under my balls, just jostling them. She looked up at me with smile, licking her lips again, then grinned and said: "With my cock-sucking mouth." "I would never call it that, well, maybe." "After I do it?" "If you want me to." She shrugged and looked down at my still small, soft cock, just jostling my balls. She murmured, more to herself: "Sweet, doesn't look like it can be like that and do all that." It didn't, its foreskin was still covering its head the way it usually did. She raised it gently and licked, then chuckling and glancing up at me again, remarking: "Tastes like me, and like Vicky." "That good?" "Not quite, just forgot that it would." She lowered her head, and then most of my cock disappeared in her mouth. It didn't feel arousing, but it was delightful to watch, to watch her suck it completely in her mouth, her lips and nose down on my pubic hair. It still didn't feel arousing, but it was, the anticipation, and maybe the sensation of her sucking. Why was it called a blow-job, when it was all about sucking and licking? She couldn't really lick yet, certainly not where it felt most arousing, but I felt it caressing the bottom of my cock, and could tell that it wasn't as soft as it had been, and then could feel her tongue press it up against her palet. I felt it move back on her palate. She nodded with a hum, moving her palate on it, but then she had to raise her head, letting an inch and then another inch slip from between her lips, but they were trying to draw up the loose skin. Another inch of my now stiff cock slipped out, and I felt the tip of her tongue playing with the edge of foreskin her lips had saved from slipping back. It suddenly occurred to me that cock-sucking could be as delightfully interesting as pussy-licking. Playing? Teasing! She knew she was rubbing the soft, thin skin on where I wanted to feel her tongue rub the sensitive back of the head of my cock. Then the tip of her tongue tried to get between the foreskin and the engorged head of my cock. That felt much more arousing, making it twitch, and I moaned. She hummed, glancing up at me with smiling eyes. Damn! She knew just what she was doing! A girl couldn't know that the second time she was sucking a cock, but she did! She relented, loosening the hold of her lips and letting the foreskin slip back. I moaned, as the rough surface of her tongue rubbed where I wanted to feel it most. She hummed and nodded her head, rubbing her palet on the other side of my aroused knob, and sucking. Did she want it to swell even more? It couldn't, but my cock could surge, couldn't help but surge in her warm mouth. How many times had it come already, could it come again? It wanted to, but could it give her as much as she wanted? She wanted it, sucking as though she could suck it out of my cock, sucking too hard. I groaned and complained: "Not so hard." Then she did everything but suck too hard: bobbing her head, forcing my cock deeper in her mouth than she had before, several times; and then drawing it back and licking, making it throb and me moan. Then she bobbed her head again, until my hips rocked up, thrusting it even deeper. Too deep in her throat; she complained with a gagging sound and grasped my cock to keep that from happening again. With that control, I let my hips do what they wanted, fucking my cock in her mouth, and she encouraged it, meeting its thrust with her mouth, as my cock slid in the tight clasp of her hand. I was moaning, and she was. And then I was groaning, knowing that I was about to grunt and come, my cock about to spurt in her mouth. Should I warn her? Too late, I grunted, and my cock spurted! She started, hesitating for just an instant, then continuing to meet the next thrusts of my cock with her mouth and hand, humming sharply in her throat each time I spurted again. It felt like as many times as ever, but probably not as much. With a final groan, I held her head still. She nodded, and I felt her tongue slavering my semen around in her mouth. Had she really wanted it? Her tongue was still moving, when she raised her eyes and nodded. Then she swallowed and nodded again. I smiled slightly and said: "God that was good! I hope you really wanted to." She just nodded again. Then it seemed that she almost reluctantly let my cock slip out of her mouth, raising her head and licking her lips. She gave me a wry smile and murmured: "Say it, what you think about my mouth." "If you insist: cock-sucking mouth, and so cock-sucking good, but I don't like to use the expression, even if it is so appropriate at the moment." "Um-hmm, but I wanted to, and wanted you to." "Come here and kiss me again, even if you swallowed it all." "Hmm! I did, ... and wanted it and liked it. Wicked, cock-sucking wicked." "Cock-sucking good," I countered. She smirked and dove up on me, and we kissed. I barely tasted my semen on her tongue and in her mouth, wondering if after my other orgasms what she had gotten was diluted. I was holding the cheeks of her ass again. When we stopped kissing, she snorted and said: "Wicked or good, I'll say that word too: 'asshole.' I liked that too." "Any words we forgot?" "Hmm! 'Pussy.' I won't say the other one for it." "I don't like it either, but I love your pussy." "Shouldn't have said that other word." "No, sorry." "I love your cock too. Now we're even, just cock and pussy." "Um-hmm, if you kiss me again." She did, we did, and then just lay there with her on me. I was thinking that I – no, we – owed my sister a lot for having talked us into all we had done. No, we – more Elsa – had chosen to do all we had done, but we still owed my sister a lot for suggesting that we do anything. Elsa murmured: "A penny for your thoughts?" "You can have them free: that we owe Vicky a lot." "Um-hmm, occurred to me too. Pay her in kind, as best we can?" "At least, but we would, anyway." "We will, anyway – hm-hmm! – 'every way'." "Couldn't be better." "No. Oh, maybe a little, when I use my finger like you did." "Um-hmm, she'll like that." "And know that you did, and that I liked it." "Are you going to tell her everything?" "Won't she ask?" "Probably. Something new, her having to ask, and you having a lot to tell." "Mmmm! A whole lot! Her fault if she asks and then thinks we did more than she wanted us to." "Her fault for wanting us to do anything." "That's good; better than before: blaming me, blaming myself for taking off my bra and sweater." "It was all to covers' fault." "Even better, none of us." "Kiss?" I suggested, and we did, enjoying it for longer than just to confirm our agreement. Then I suggested: "Another shower and then dinner?" "Good idea," she agreed, and we got up. It was a delightful pleasure to see her standing all naked again. On the way to the bathroom, she said that she had "to go" first. I smirked and replied: "We do, in the shower, together." "Hm-hmm! I know, we do too." We chuckled and did. Elsa didn't need a suggestion from me to play with my cock, immediately guiding my stream up on herself. She gave a disappointed "uhn" when it died down, apparently before she wanted it to. Then she grinned and said: "Now I've done that too." "Really 'everything'," I agreed, not wanting to mention that she hadn't tasted it yet. And when we were washing each other's asshole, much better than we had during our first shower, I didn't mention that I sometimes licked my sister's, really the only other thing we hadn't done. I dried myself enough to go and get a fresh towel for her, and then dried her. Somehow, that ended with my arms around her, and we enjoyed another kiss and a naked embrace. When we returned to the room, I said that I wanted to treat her to a good dinner. She replied that I couldn't treat her to anything better than all we had done. Then she smirked and said: "Just dinner in the dining room. Hm-hmm! I want to go in there with you, thinking that no one could imagine how we've spent the day, that no one else could have spent it as good as we have." "Hmm?! With a big grin on your – won't say it – mouth?" "Just a big grin." "But I can think it's one like that?" "If you want to." "Probably can't help it." We chuckled and started getting dressed. When I saw her pull on her sweater without having put on her bra, she smirked and remarked: "Feels good, and they don't really show. Well, some girls' bras don't hide them." She held up her bra, one that probably didn't reveal when her small nipples popped out. Hers had under her sweater. She was right; some girls' nipples were more evident – or had the ones I had seen also not being wearing bras? This was going to be interesting, taking her in the dining room full of freshman classmates, only a few there with their dates, especially if someone joined us. We put on our coats, and she stuffed her bra in her coat pocket. Elsa didn't give me big grins, worse, small smirks. Guys usually respected couples, not joining them, unless they knew their classmate better. I was sitting facing the service counter and saw Tim, my roommate, get served. He saw me. This was going to be interesting. He hadn't met Vicky, but he could have seen us together and could recognize that blonde Elsa was a different girl, knowing I had spent the afternoon in our room with her. As he approached our table, I whispered to Elsa that my roommate, Tim, was joining us. This was going to be very interesting! I hoped that he and Elsa could tactfully handle the conversation, not sure that I could. Tim sat down, and I introduced him to Elsa. He smiled appreciatively, without a suggestion that he recognized that she wasn't Vicky, or that he was thinking about why I had wanted our room for the afternoon. Suddenly I realized that he would know, much too clearly; we hadn't remade my bed. Fuck! I thought, my silent expletive much, much too appropriate, but at least I had recognized that whatever was said couldn't refute that we had been in bed together. Too damned "interesting"! Tim remarked: "I guess you go to ..." mentioning the name of the girls' college. "Yes, of course. How'd you guess?" Elsa replied. "All the most attractive girls go there." "Thanks, but we're supposed to be known for being more intelligent than the debutantes at the junior colleges." "You are, all of you, also attractive that way, but that doesn't mean that you all have to look like budding spinsters with a doctorate in something arcane." This was going all right, I thought – so far. But then he looked at me and asked: "How did you meet?" I hesitated an instant too long. Elsa replied: "I'm his s... cousin's roommate." Thank God she could slur the S of sister with that of "his"! But had Tim seen my "cousin," the girl I had been with in our room for weeks? But she didn't have to be my cousin, just another girl, and he could wonder about my success with girls. Maybe I was being too apprehensive about the situation. Tim wasn't going to say anything to Elsa about my having been sleeping with another girl all fall. If he later said anything to me, I could try to deal with that then. He didn't have to assume that Elsa's roommate was that girl. Had my "cousin" also introduced me to her? Elsa had started asking Tim about himself, hearing about his making the freshman track team. I could relax and join in the conversation, and we finished our meal. I offered to take Elsa's tray and joined Tim to return ours. I thought I should warn him about the appearance of our room and remarked: "We forgot to remake my bed. Sorry." "Hmm? Guess it shouldn't surprise me. Didn't want to ask." "Thanks." "Your cousin has a nice roommate. Well, I guess you know that. And the other one?" "Tell you later, if you want to know." He nodded. I hoped just in acknowledgement of what I had said, not that he wanted to know. We returned our trays and separated, and Elsa joined me. With a smirk, she took my hand and we left the building. I murmured that I had to tell him about our bed. She smirked again with a chuckle, clutching my hand. We left the building. I suggested that we could see a movie, but she replied that she didn't want to, smiling and squeezing my hand. I agreed that I also didn't really want to, just apprehensive about returning to my room and facing Tim's possible questions. Elsa replied: "I'll give you a big kiss at the bus stop," with good smile and squeeze of my hand. "And get one, too," I replied, understanding that she wanted to return to her college. As we walked to it slowly, she asked: "What's he going to think when he sees our bed?" "The obvious, I hope he doesn't ask too many questions." "Does he know that Vicky is your 'cousin'?" "I don't think so, just assume that he must have seen us together." "Hmm? And then a first date with me, like that?" "Not really a first date. Oh? He could have seen the three of us together." "But not known that we are roommates?" "Hmmm?! Almost worse; then he would have to think I just ed in bed with you, after being with her all fall." "Well, it was more me jumping in bed with you, but, yeah, I hope he doesn't ask too much." "Um-hmm, but maybe it would be best if I just tell the truth." "That it was her idea?" "Makes more sense than any other explanation, ... I think." "Hm-hmm! He is going to be very surprised." "Very! And what are you going to tell Vicky? Oh! You could tell her that we did just go to the science museum, and I could tell her the same." "Hm-hm-hmm! That would be funny, but we would have to get the details straight." "Yeah, I guess," I agreed, then chuckled and suggested: "But then she would still be saying things to make you – and me - ask: 'You really want us to?'" "Oh, that would be good; I do!" She had squeezed my hand, but then gave me quizzical glance. "I do too," I replied softly, squeezing her hand. "Next time she has her period?" Elsa suggested. "Even if you tell her everything we did." "Hmm? Maybe both ways: the science museum this evening, not to make her envious, but when she and I can together again, admit that we really wanted to, after just talking about it." "Mmmm! If you want. Wish I could be a fly on the wall." "Hmm? And watch us?" "That too!" We both chuckled and stopped in the dark place near the bus stop. We embraced with our arms inside the other's coat and kissed. When my hands slid up inside her sweater, she hummed and loosened her embrace, letting my hands slide around and hold her breasts, and then one of her hands slid down and around and helped my swollen cock move around. When I aroused her nipples, she murmured: "I have to, too," and found the tab of my zipper. Luckily, we were there too early for others to be waiting for the bus. Her fingers slipped inside my fly and found the opening of my boxer shorts, and then found my stiff cock. She hummed again, fondling it, and murmured: "I just love to hold it." "Like I do your breasts." "Mmmm! Like that!" My fingers were doing everything they could to arouse her nipples, and hers, to arouse my cock. We exchanged purring hums – until I saw another couple approached the bus stop. "Have to stop," I murmured, sliding my hands back around her. She nodded with disappointed sounding moan, squeezing my cock and then stuffing it back in my shorts. As she zipped up my fly, she chuckled softly and whispered: "Wet panties," and held my hips to hers. "Wish I could taste them," I whispered, and rubbed my stiff cock between us. She hummed with a nod, and we kissed again. The other couple also was kissing. Then the bus arrived. As she was about to get on it, I said softly: "Thank you for the suggestion to visit the science museum." She turned her head back, giving me a smirk, and then was on the bus, waving, as it moved on. * * * The story will continue with chapter 5 of "A Picture = K Words In College." Both of them have to face their roommates before anything else can happen, but it will.