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Hard Choices

By: jessy19



Rose Gallagher gathered the bibles and stacked them neatly on a bookstand. She had finished another long day at the church helping her Uncle, Daniel, who was a priest. Rose had just turned 18 at the time and had volunteered to help her uncle at the church. It was past eight at night and the sky was dark. The night was chilly forcing Rose to put on a soft cotton pink sweater. 

"Uncle Dan, I already finished picking up the bibles and song books," Rose said poking her head in her uncle's office.

Dan looked up at his niece and smiled. "Thank you Rosie. I'm almost done here."

Rosie walked into his office. "You don't have to hurry because of me. Look, it's still early outside. I can walk home."

"It might not be safe. Are you sure you will not wait for me?"

Rose nodded. "I'll be fine. I've walked home before."

Dan took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Gosh I'm so tired. Ok then, go ahead and walk home. I'll call and let your mother know you'll be home soon."

Rose's smile widened. "Thank you!"

She grabbed her purse and headed out.

* * *

Once out on the streets, Rose picked up her pace and passed a few homeless men sitting near the Salvation Army. The streets were dark, so Rose pulled out a tiny flashlight that was given to her by her uncle which she carried on her key chain.

The cold air was making her shiver. She wished she could have worn pants to church instead of her yellow flower dress. She kept walking. She finally came to an opened field, which was usually a short cut to her home. 

Rose pointed the flashlight down to the grown making sure to walk safely in the high grass. As she walked she heard footsteps behind her. Rose's hear pounded but she continued to walk faster. The faster she walked, it seemed the footsteps got louder. She feared to even turn and see who was behind her. It was all too frightening. Feeling shivers going down her entire body, Rose began to run and that's when she felt a strong hand grab her skinny arm.

"Hey! Wait! Where you going pretty girl?" She heard a deep voice ask her.

Rose kept her head down not wanting to look at the stranger.

"Are you deaf or what?" The stranger went on.

Rose finally lifted her face and looked up at the dark shadow. He was a big man, large in size and with facial hair. 

"L-Leave me alone," Rose whispered in a frightened voice.

The man laughed loudly. "Hey guys! Look what I found. A sweet princess here."

Rose's eyes widened when she saw three other men approach her. They were all very strong men in their 30's at least. 

"Mmm what a sweet piece of ass you found! I want her first," One of the men called out.

Rose heard those dreadful words and struggled to get free from the man's release. The man laughed again and held her closer to him. "Where do you think you're going little girl?"

"Let me go, p-please!" Rose's voice was shaky. Tears streamed down her pretty young face.

"Oh we'll let you go little girl, but not after we have a little fun," One of the men said.

Rose sobbed and gasped as the large man threw her on the ground. Her purse fell off her shoulder and her dress flew up. She cried to crawl to escape, but one of the men grabbed her leg and flipped her on her back. Rose stared up at the evil men and trembled. The first man got down on the ground with her and soon enough Rose's nightmare began.

* * *

"Elaine? It's me Daniel."

Elaine raised her body up. She had fallen asleep again on the couch. "Oh yes, Daniel." 

"Listen, Rosie wanted to walk home, so she should be home soon."

Elaine put on her glasses and looked at the clock. "Daniel it's already 8:43, what time did she leave?"

"About 8:15 or so. Hmm I think she probably stopped by a friends house."

"I hope so. I don't like it when she gets home late."

"Don't worry I'm heading home, so if I find her talking to one of her friends outside, I'll let her know to hurry along."

"Thank you. Dinner is ready for both you so hurry on home."

"I shall."

Father Daniel walked down the quiet and lonely streets. Since he had a car accident when he was younger, he feared driving so he always preferred to walk. He knew Rose took the short cut through the fields, which also lead her to her best friend Sara's house. As Daniel walked he heard crying in the fields. He slowed down trying to follow the sounds. As he walked his heart pounded. It sounded like Rose. His eyes widened and he dropped his briefcase as he saw his niece lying on the ground bleeding and naked. 

"Rosie! Oh Rosie are you ok?" Father Daniel asked kneeling down to look at his niece. 

Rosie sobbed and her entire body quivered. She wasn't able to respond. Her heart was racing with fear, anger and hurt. Daniel threw his coat over her naked body and carried her. He took her home.

* * *

"Rosie? Oh my god!" Elaine cried out when she saw her brother carrying Rose in his arms. 

"Danny! W-what…is…is she ok?" Elaine cried.

Daniel laid Rose down on the couch and cried. "I don't know. She will not respond."

"I'm calling the police. It looks like she's been beaten and raped."

Elaine rushed to call the police. Her knees felt weak and her heart was broken. 

A few minutes later, the police arrived asking Rose several questions. Rose could not speak. Her eyes were still and she was trembling. After the quick investigation, the police left and Rose lay still staring up at the ceiling. She could still feel the men raping her, beating her. She closed her eyes hoping it was all a bad dream but she opened her eyes and realized it was real.

* * *

"What did the doctor say?" Daniel asked Elaine that night. They had taken Rose to the emergency room. 

Elaine sobbed. She fell into her brother's arms for comfort. "Oh Danny, my baby has been hurt so much. They found vaginal and anal tearing. She's going to have a hard time using the bathroom for a long time. I feel so awful Danny, I'm not a good mother!"

Daniel rubbed his sister's back. "No, it was my fault. I should have finished up what I was doing and headed home with her. I'm so sorry Elaine."

Elaine looked up at her brother. He wiped her tears and she saw he began to cry as well. "What is going to happen to her? Will she be ok?"

Danny shrugged. "I'm not sure. I have dealt with rape stories but having it happen to my own family, I wouldn't know what to day. Eventually as time goes by she will recover, but it will take a long time."

Just at that moment, the doctor walked out. "Hello. I'm Dr. Lewiston. Rose will have to stay just for tonight. She is very traumatized and still will not say much. We've given her a sedative so she can sleep."

"I understand," Elaine muttered.

"What time can we pick her up tomorrow?" Daniel asked.

"Noon would be fine. You can come earlier to visit her if you like."

"Can I stay with her tonight?" Elaine asked.

"No. She needs time alone. Right now she not only feels fear, but she probably feels shame too."

"Shame?" Elaine echoed.

"Yes. A lot of girls think if they get raped that it's their fault."

"But it's not her fault!" Elaine cried out.

Daniel held on to his sister's hand. "Elaine, let's just go home for tonight and we'll see Rosie tomorrow."

Elaine took a deep breath and agreed. Both headed back home unable to sleep a wink that night. 

* * *

The next day Elaine and Daniel headed back to the hospital. It was only nine that morning. Elaine wanted to see her daughter and to comfort her. Once in her room, Elaine's heart broke. She saw Rose's eyes swollen from how she was beaten. Her mouth was swollen as well. She had bruises all over her arms and legs. 

"Look at her Danny. Oh my god!" Elaine cried.

Daniel put his arm around Elaine. "I know. I know."

Rose slowly opened her eyes and a tear ran down her pretty face. Elaine rushed to get a Kleenex. "Oh Rosie, my sweetheart!" Elaine sobbed.

"M-mom," Rose's voice was barely audible. 

"Yes baby it's me. Your uncle is here too."

Daniel moved closer to his niece. He stroked her beautiful long brown hair, which was in tangles. "Rosie, I'm here."

Rose moaned in pain. "It h-hurts."

Elaine cried. "Yes, I know. We'll have you home soon. I'm going to take care of you."

Rose stared up at her mother and uncle. She knew her life would never be the same, ever.

* * *

~Two months later~

"Oh no! Mom! Mom!" 

Elaine almost dropped a plate she was washing when she heard Rose screaming. She ran to the bathroom where Rose was. Rose was kneeling on the floor and throwing up in the toilet. 

"Rosie, what's wrong?" Elaine asked rushing towards her daughter.

"Mom, I'm not feeling well. I'm sick. I'm so nauseous."

"You want me to take you to the doctor?"

"Ye-" Rose couldn't finished her sentence. She began to throw up again.

* * *

"She's what?" Elaine exclaimed at the doctor.

Dr. Crystal Jennings looked almost hesitant to repeat herself. "Rose is pregnant."

Elaine burst into tears. "No! She can't be! She never asked for this!"

Dr. Jennings put her hand on Elaine's shoulder. "I'm so sorry. I know what happened to Rose, she told me all about it. She does have options you know."

Elaine nodded. "I know but if you're thinking one of them is abortion, you are mistaken. We are very religious and my brother is a priest for crying out loud! He will not approve of abortion!"

Dr. Jennings looked down. "It's not his choice. It should be Rose's choice. She's the one that's going to have to deal with having a rape baby."

"Rape baby? Oh my goodness! That sounds so horrible!"

"I know it does. Just think about it. I know Rose is of legal age to get an abortion on her own, but she still needs your guidance. Please do consider the fact that she is very young and this could really stop her from going on with her life as she normally would."

Elaine narrowed her eyes at the doctor. "Well also, YOU think about how it's not this child's fault either. He didn't ask for this. God lets things happen for a reason. I'm not saying her being raped was good, but this child is still a gift. Any child is."

Dr. Jennings sighed. "Very well then. You are her mother. You and Rose should talk about this and figure out what she wants."

After getting dressed, Rose walked out into the lobby where Dr. Jennings was talking to Elaine. They both turned to look at her.

"I'm ready to go home," Rose said softly.

"Yes, come on Rosie," Elaine said eyeing Dr. Jennings.

Once they were home, Elaine knew it was time to talk to Rose about her options. "Why not give it up for adoption?" Elaine asked quietly.

Rose shot her mother a look of rage. "Adoption? No! Mother, don't you understand I do not want to carry this child in me? How can I let it grow in me? These horrible men raped me and now I have to have their child? No! I won't do it!" 

Rose ran to her room and fell onto her bed. She had her face down and sobbed into her pillow. Elaine felt guilt creeping all over her. She always knew abortion was bad, but she never thought about a rape situation. She had to put herself in Rose's shoes. Would SHE be able to carry a child for nine months who would bring nothing but painful memories to her for the rest of her life? Rose had not asked to get pregnant. She had been a virgin until that terrible night. It was not the child's fault either, but then again, Rose was the one who would suffer for something that she never asked for.

Elaine sat next to her daughter. She rubbed her back softly. "I'll stand by you. Any decision you make, I will be on your side no matter what."

Rose turned slowly staring up at her mother. "That means the world to me."

* * *

"Abortion? That dirty word!" Daniel shouted. It was later on that evening when the three sat in the living room discussing Rose's pregnancy.

"It's not a dirty word Uncle Daniel. It's an option!" Rosie shouted back.

"Ok both of you, that's enough," Elaine interrupted.

"It's not enough Elaine! What good have my sermons done for her if she is considering aborting a child, an innocent child."

"It would be a man to say that!" Rosie screamed in anger.

Daniel felt rage. "How dare you speak to me that way!" 

Daniel stood up and paced. 

"Danny, I agree that I'm against abortion, but Rosie does not want this child," Elaine tried to keep calm.

"And you let her tell you what to do? Is she the mother or are you?" Daniel shot back.

Elaine put her arms around Rose who had begun to cry. "Danny, please, just understand her."

"How can I? She's going to be a murderer."

Rosie eyed her uncle. "I'm not a murderer! I don't want this child! I hate the fact that it belongs to a bastard who raped me! A careless bastard who had probably raped so many other girls! I didn't ask for this! My entire body still hurts from everything I went through. You're not the one who's going to have to carry this child in you for nine months and then have to see its face! I want to get rid of it!" 

"Back in the biblical days, women were raped and now imagine if they had all aborted what would have happened?" Daniel asked.

"That was a different time! Women didn't have the choices they do now! I'm choosing to get rid of this child! 

Dan made a fist. As much as he wanted to agree with his niece, he had to stand by his beliefs. "Then you no longer have an uncle." He then turned to Elaine, "And you no longer have a brother!"

With that he left slamming the door behind him leaving Elaine and Rose crying.

* * *

The next day at the abortion clinic, Rose sat impatiently waiting for her name to be called out. Elaine was doing the paper work while rose fumbled through pages of a beauty magazine. 

"Mom, I'm going to the bathroom," Rose whispered.

Elaine nodded and continued to fill out the forms.

Once in the bathroom, Rose went to one of the stalls and closed it. She immediately began to cry. Would she really be able to go through this? She rubbed her tummy and sobbed louder. 

"I'm sorry," she cried. "I don't mean to get rid of you. Deep down I love you, I know I do, but right now I feel nothing but hate. I know it's not your fault. You're innocent, but I have to do this. I'm sorry I never gave you a chance. Just know that I love you and I will remember you as I pray that you go to heaven where life will be good to you. Just don't hate me. Please forgive me for this decision I had to make. Life is full of hard choices, but I think this will be the hardest I'll ever have to make."

Rose wiped her tears and walked back out. Elaine noticed her daughter had been crying. Elaine had cried so much the night before she felt as if she was all out of tears. 

"Rose Gallagher," called out the receptionist.

Rose sighed and Elaine got up to give her daughter a hug. "It'll be ok baby. I'll be here waiting for you."

"Thank you," Rose said in a shaky voice. Don't cry again. Please don't, Rose said to herself.

She walked into the doctor's office knowing she'd made the hardest choice of her life.

* * *

4 months later

"Father Daniel?" 

Daniel snapped out of his thoughts and stared at Father Gomez, a fellow priest. "Y-yes?"

"We have the fall festival coming up this weekend. Just reminding you to tell your family about it."

Daniel's eyes saddened. "I no longer have a family."

Father Gomes raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Sometimes, you have to make hard choices. If you have true beliefs, you might lose people in your life. Just like I did."

Daniel went back to his work. He always thought about Elaine and Rose. He wished them well and deep down in his heart he wanted to forgive them. Maybe one day he would.

The End

Hard Choices



"Coming over tonight?"

"My ass is seriously dragging."

I stopped looking at the Google research results on my laptop and turned my full attention to Jerrod's voice on my cell phone.

"Rough practice?"

"Yeah, coach had us running with full pads and taking a fucking thousand reps. Guess he didn't want another close fucking call like last Saturday."

"Poor baby," I offered with a hint of sarcasm. Jerrod liked nothing better than being on the football field with his teammates. The harder and dirtier, the better as far as he was concerned.

"I could make some mac 'n cheese and give you a backrub," I offered.

"Tempting," he said.

"But, not enough?"

"How about you throw in a couple beers, a hand job and I'll be there."

"Deal," I said not letting my irritation seep through. "But, pick up the beer on the way."

"I'm kinda tapped."

"I'll pay you for it."

"Uh, I don't have any coin."

It was so typical of Jerrod. What he had in male beauty, he lacked in sensitivity and social graces. It also got to me that he was on a full ride because of a football scholarship, yet always complained about money. 

"Ok. I'll go and get some. How much?"

"Are you going to have any," he asked.

"No, I'll just watch you drink."

"Ok."

God, I really needed to dial back the sarcasm. It always went completely over his head.

"Actually, I might like some."

"Sure, then get a 30 pack."

"Good, maybe I can offer one to Jess."

"Uh, probably, well, ok, I guess so."

I hung up. Shaking my head I knew that Jerrod would also lug whatever remained back to his dorm. God forbid he should leave some in my apartment.

I quickly took all the notes I needed from my web search and closed Google. In the kitchen, I put together a home-made double batch of mac 'n cheese. I sometimes wondered why I bothered. Jerrod would just as happily eat a couple packages of the Kraft orange crap. Must be my own pride that drove me to make it from scratch.

I knocked on my roommate's bedroom door and announced that Jerrod would be coming over. 

"Ugh, the place will smell like dirty jocks for a week," she called back. 

Pushing open the door, I saw her sitting cross-legged on her bed with books scattered all about her and her laptop perched in her lap.

"You told me you got off on the scent of a man."

Jess looked at me over the rims of her black frames. "Scent I like. Stink, not so much."

"I think he showered," I said. "It should be ok. I'm making my grandma's mac, join us?"

"Only if I can fix my plate first. The last time I nearly lost a hand when he started filling his plate."

"He's a big boy."

Jess grinned, "So, I hear."

"You're naughty," I said laughing.

"Yeah, and you scream loud enough to scare the neighbors. Plus, you always seem to work in a reference on the size of his dick to our conversations the next day."

"It is rather impressive," I said recalling how it filled me.

"I think it draws too much blood supply from his brain. I detect major atrophy occurring above the neck."

"Possibly. I can assure you there is no atrophy between his legs, when it's finally up and ready."

"Ugh, you're gross."

"You're horny and jealous."

"Horny? Always. Jealous? Not of Jerrod Jerk."

"Now, you're hurting my feelings."

Jess leaned back on her elbows. She looked at me, holding my gaze.

"Honestly, Susan, would you be cutting him all this slack if he weren't six-five with unfuckingbelievable six-pack abs, and a semi-cute face. And, oh, wait for it, a purportedly huge cock."

"Since you put it that way," I said. "Not a chance."

We both laughed. Jerrod was definitely eye-candy. He was not a total asshole, but he was extremely close to being that. He tended to be self-centered. He could screw, though. Well, he could screw once I got him up. Sometimes I was dealing with a dead snake for quite a long time. But, I was resourceful and could usually breathe life into the unresponsive. Besides I kinda enjoyed playing with his dick when it was soft. It was the best toy I ever had.

For right now, sex was enough. I'm too young to get serious with anyone. And, it certainly wouldn't be with a jock who thinks that pursuing a degree in sports theory, aided by three tutors who could only get him up to a C, was the same as my physical therapy degree, which would give me my doctorate.

I straightened up the kitchen and put out bowls and silverware. I skipped the candle since the effort would be totally lost on Jerrod.

I had just enough time to run down to the corner market and pick up the beer, some ice cream and chocolate chip cookies for dessert. I knew what my man wanted. I hoped he knew what I wanted tonight, but I doubted it. Sunday was our best day for sex. Lately, that was our only day for sex. There were no practices on Sunday. Once the week started, he usually put all his energy into football. Wednesdays, when he'd come over, was not a time he seemed to be interested in satisfying my needs. He never refused a hand job or even a bj, however.

Jess emerged from her room and saw me lugging the massage table into the living room.

"Dinner and a massage?' she said. "God, he will be so appreciative. He might even grunt."

"Put your claws back in, dear," I said.

"So, what am I supposed to do while you're working over the slab of meat?"

"Duh, what you do every night. Stay in your room and study. No, there's something else. Let me see. Oh, yeah, and masturbate to internet porn."

"You are such a Beee-itch!" Jess threw a pillow from the couch in mock fury. We both knew each other attended to our needs on a regular basis.

"At least, turn up the TV," she said, "So the Jerk doesn't hear my vibe."

"No problem. I'll probably be doing the same later."

"No fuckee-fuckee tonight?"

"After I feed him and massage him, he'll be ready for nighty-night. Probably just have enough strength to drag his ten point, prime A ass back to his dorm."

"Bet he has enough strength to let you jerk him off first."

"He just might," I replied with a sly smile. "Or, I might use something besides my hands."

"I'd pay to see that," she said.

"No charge necessary. Just stick your head out later and see where we are."

"Seriously?"

"Why not. It's kinda sexy thinking you'll see us."

"Kinda disgusting, if you ask me," she said and then grinned. "Lucky for me, I am totally into disgusting."

Having Jess watch me with Jerrod was a sexy thought. I did want to show her what I had been enjoying for a while. But, beyond that, having my roomie watch me have some form of sex was also getting my engine running. Letting my imagination go, I even fantasized about the both of us doing it with a guy. Wow, that thought sent a message to my pussy. Shaking my head I wondered what brought that on.

"Hell-o Planet Susan," called out Jess. I realized I must have been out of it thinking about being naked in bed with my roomie. Funny, the image of the guy was not as clear as what she looked like.

"Sorry, lost in a fog," I said.

"Yeah, probably imagining that big dick waving all around."

"Something like that, yeah," I answered and headed to my room to change. Pulling off my grungy jeans I was surprised at the dampness in my panties. 

Jerrod arrived around six. I handed him a beer and he plopped down on the couch, searching for the remote.

I checked on the casserole and took out three more beers, one for me and Jess and another for Jerrod. I took them and a big bowl of chips into the living room.

"Jess," I called out. "Come on out. Beer and chips."

"Be still my heart," she called back. "I guess Romeo's here?"

"What's with her?" Jerrod said as he popped the top and drained half the can of his second beer.

"Time of the month."

"Oh." Like most guys that one little phrase effectively cut off all other comments and questions.

Jess appeared wearing her cut-off sweat pants and a hoodie. I noticed Jerrod eye her legs and butt as she bent to get her beer. 

"He really is a jerk," I thought. I had to admit, though, it was a sweet sight.

"S'happenin', Jess?"

"Brushing up on the theory of cognitive dissonance," she said.

"Huh, oh, like cool," Jerrod replied.

Jess shot me a glance. I got it. He was beautiful but dumb. I also got the real message. I was holding two contradictory feelings about Jerrod. One, he is largely a self-centered jock, who could not connect on any intellectual or satisfactory emotional level. The other feeling is that he is hot and occasionally great in bed.

True to the psychological theory, I was justifying my relationship with him based mostly on the size of his cock and what he could do with it.

While Jerrod was deep into Sports Center on ESPN, I removed the mac from the oven and placed it and stewed tomatoes on the table.

"Dinner," I called.

"Just a sec," Jerrod replied staring at the screen.

Jess joined me in the kitchen area. We stood by the sink, out of view of Jerrod. She came behind me and grabbed my hips. She whispered in my ear as she rocked against my butt. 

"I wanna fuck you so fucking bad it fucking hurts," she said in a dead-on imitation of Jerrod. "I wanna like fuck like you so hard you won't like fucking believe anyone could like fucking fuck like this."

I thought I'd pee my pants as I felt her crotch slam my ass. 

"Stop it," I whispered over my shoulder.

Jess grabbed my boobs over my sweatshirt and said. "Oh, baby you got the best fucking tits. I wanna fuck them, too. I wanna put my big, huge, large, gigantic, enormous hunka' man-meat in between them tits and like fucking fuck them."

I think I did pee myself a little. I was trying to hold back my laughter so much that even with my legs squeezed tight, I felt my panties get damp and it was not from excitement. Actually, maybe some part of it was from excitement. The feel of her hands on my boobs was kinda nice.

"Hey, Jerrod," Jess called out as she continued to hump me and squeeze my breasts. "Are you coming? I know we are." She punctuated that statement by pinching my nipples through my clothes and bra. I squealed. I pulled her hands away and stepped aside.

"Huh? Be right there."

"You are just too bad," I said. Jess just made an orgasm face and I lost it again.

"What's so funny?" Jerrod asked as he walked in. He filled most of the space left in the tiny kitchen.

"Just stupid girl stuff," I said. "Let's eat. Jess, why don't you start?"

"Wanna grab me another beer?" he asked.

We ate and talked. Well, Jess and I talked; Jerrod mostly just ate and had another beer. The biggest contribution to our conversation was a deep belch as he tossed his empty beer can toward the wastebasket.

"Hey, Jerrod, I hear the team has matched players' uniforms numbers to their IQs scores. Is that true?"

"Where'd you hear that bullshit? Besides my number is 87."

Jess smiled like an angel and arched one eyebrow. I had to turn away or risk completely breaking up.

I served bowls of ice cream and put out a plate of cookies. Trying to engage Jerrod into our conversation, I asked, "So, practice was hard?"

"Fucking ball buster. Fucking coaches were all fucking over us. Fuck them if they think they can fuck with our fucking heads."

I could not look in Jess' direction.

"Too bad," I said. "Anything else happen?"

"Like what?" he asked as he pawed three cookies from the plate.

"Like anything. Just trying to see if something new was happening."

Jerrod wrinkled his brow. Thinking obviously was straining him more than the workouts at practice.

"Oh, yeah. Hey, do you know Ashley BoingBoing or something?"

"BoingBoing," repeated Jess.

"Yeah, tall redhead with no tits but a great ass."

"Ashley Boynton?" offered Jess.

"Yeah, that's it, I think."

"Yeah, she's in my communications class," said Jess. "Did you meet her?"

"She like came into the locker room. I guess she's some sorta reporter or some shit."

"She works for the campus radio station. She also does on-field reporting during your games," Jess explained.

"No shit?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess that explains why she was wanting to talk to the guys about last Saturday's game and if we were gonna change shit around for next week. I think she just wanted to look at naked guys."

Jess and I looked at each other. "You mean she was there when you guys weren't dressed?" I asked.

"Duh. It's like a fucking locker room."

"Did she talk to you?" I asked.

"Yeah. I mean I did have like the winning TD. Wanted to know how I beat the coverage."

"And, you were not dressed?" I asked.

"Fuck no. I figure if she wants to look, go ahead. Make your day."

"So, did she?" put in Jess.

"What?"

"Look at your...look at you naked."

Jerrod laughed. "Tried not to, but she peeked."

He laughed harder. "Once she got a look at it, she couldn't fucking stop checking it out. Tried to be cool, but she definitely was peeking. Shoulda let it get hard and give her something to remember. She's like all the chicks, Jess, can't believe what they're fucking seeing. You should check it out, Jess. I bet you'd like it. I bet none of them wusses you go out with have anything like what I got. Just let me know and I can show you."

"I'm sure that would be something, indeed," Jess purred and kicked me under the table. "And, I'm sure Susan would really love it."

Jerrod looked like he knew he might have stepped in dog shit. But that thought didn't linger long. He belched again, grabbed another beer and went back to ESPN.

Jess offered to clean up. When I shouted out if he was up for a massage, he grunted and I took it as a yes. God, Jess was so right about him. He watched ESPN while I set up the table and got my supplies ready.

I liked giving massages. It was good for my training and I usually had no shortage of volunteers. As part of my degree, I served as trainer for the women's volleyball team. Each of us in the program had to do something like that. I liked the volleyball players, they were funny and cool. So, I was mostly working on naked female bodies. Working on a slab of muscle like Jerrod was different. 

"All ready," I said.

He called for Jess to bring him another beer. I prayed she didn't piss in it first. He stood and pulled off his sweatshirt and tee shirt in one motion. 

As Jess entered the living room area, he now stood in just his boxers. She handed him the beer and as he drank, she took a second to scan his body. It's impossible not to admire Jerrod's physique. His body fat hovers around three percent. As I mentioned, his abs look like some Hollywood special effects trick sitting under his smooth, wide chest. His legs, covered with curly blond hair, are not dissimilar to tree trunks. Jess caught my eye and I nodded. "Yeah, he's a hunk," we silently communicated.

"Well, I'll be in my room," Jess said.

"Whatever," responded Jerrod. He began to push his boxers down. "You could stay and take a look at what I got."

"Thanks. Cognitive dissonance awaits," she said. As she was walking away he slid his boxers all the way off. She looked over her shoulder at his ass that was like a carved block of marble. Smiling at me she slipped her hand in her pants, mimicked masturbating and stuck her tongue out.

"Lie on your stomach, Jerrod. I'll work on your back for ten minutes and then we can concentrate on your front." I hoped Jess caught the message about when she should take another peek.

Kneading his thick muscles required a lot of hand strength. This practice definitely was different from working on girls' smaller and longer muscles. I spend enough time on his butt to both relax him and get my own motor running. He spread his legs and I managed to play with his balls a little.

After finishing his back, I told him to roll over. His dick, flowing from a thick tangle of pubic hair splayed across his thigh, looking like an anaconda sunning itself in the jungle. Spending some time on his legs, I, of course, had to reposition his dick several times and in the process might have accidently stroked it a little. I received the expected response as it began to fill with blood.

I then worked on his chest, standing to block his view of Jess's door, although he had his eyes closed. Wondering if she dared stick her head out, I almost screamed when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned my head to see her standing behind me. She mouthed, "Oh My God!" We both stared at the appendage draped on his thigh.

"Jerrod, I'd like to do something to really relax you," I said.

"Uh, yeah. Like what? A blow job? That'd be awesome."

"No promises on that. It'll be best if you cleared your mind of any thoughts." Jess pinched my ass and I could almost hear her trying to stifle her snickering as she thought of the already great void inside his head.

"Here let me put this cloth over your eyes. That will keep light out and help you relax."

"I can relax without it," he said. "Besides I like watching when you fucking blow me."

"Indulge me, Jerrod. This time imagine what I'm doing. I wouldn't even mind if you imagined another woman doing this to you. Would you like that?"

"I guess that could work."

I placed the folded cloth over his eyes. 

"Who would you like to imagine?" I asked.

"I don't know. I kinda think I shouldn't tell you, ya know. I mean after talking to your bitchy roommate about looking at my cock."

Jess pinched my butt again. I was grateful, because I thought I might lose it completely.

"Oh, it's ok. It's just fantasy. You can tell me."

By this time I was stroking his dick. It was now getting thick, but still not hard.

Jess was now standing next to me with a look of awe.

"Cmon', Jerrod. Who'd you like to suck this big cock?"

"Uh, I, uh. Shit, that feels good, Susan."

I bent and kissed the tip. Jerrod groaned. 

"Tell me. I might not feel like going on if you don't."

"Shit, don't fucking stop now. Ok, ok. Let's see. Well, that girl in the locker room with no tits had a pretty face and nice lips. She might like sucking on it. I wouldn't mind sticking it up that tight ass of hers. That would be fucking awesome, my cock in that ass. Too bad she has no tits, 'cause I'd titty fuck her, too."

"Good boy," I said and took more of him in my mouth. I could feel Jess standing beside me. She grabbed my boob again and nodded her head. I recalled her imitation of Jerrod before and how he'd like to titty fuck me.

Pulling off him, I asked, "Mmm, you have a beautiful cock, Jerrod. Anyone else you think about sucking it?

"Well, there's couple of the cheerleaders. They have tight bodies and can use their mouths really good."

"I bet they can," I said. "Anyone else?"

I played with his balls as he obviously tried to think.

"Yeah, that bitch roommate of yours. She deserves to have my cock down her throat. Might stop her from saying bitchy things to me. I bet she'd like it stuffed inside her cunt, too."

I took another mouthful of his now semi-hard cock.

Pulling off, I asked, "Mmm, do you think she's sexy?"

"She's got nice legs and ass. With all those sweatshirts she wears I can't figure out if she's got nice tits or not. I guess she's not ugly, but has those nerd glasses. Yeah, I'd say she's kinda sexy in a geeky way. Sexy enough for me to have her blow me, ya know."

I was stroking him in long easy movements and his hips were rising with every upstroke. He usually took a lot of work to get him completely hard. As I stroked him, I couldn't help but be amazed at how he spoke about other women in front of me. Even though I encouraged him to talk about fantasies, you'd think he'd do some self-censoring. But, I figured his libido was stronger than his sense of propriety. Hell, I don't think he had any sense of propriety. Most of his sensitivity was centered in the large organ I was dutifully stroking.

"Can I tell you a secret?"




Hard Choices



"Tell me anything, just keep doing what you're doing."

"Jess has fantastic tits. They are round with really puffy nipples. I can hardly keep my hands off of them."

"Huh, like you two get it on?"

"Jerrod, news flash. What do you think girl roommates do at night?"

"Oh, man, I mean I've thought about it, but never figured you to be like a dyke."

I took half his shaft in my mouth. I reached for Jess's hand and put it on his balls. She glared at me, but began playing with them.

"That feels so fucking good."

I pulled off and forced Jess to stroke him. "Jerrod, I am obviously not a dyke since I am stroking your cock. Sometimes girls just want to help each other out. You know, fix each other's hair, exchange clothes, make out. That doesn't bother you, does it?"

Jess was stroking harder.

"Uh, no. I mean what guy wouldn't wanna see two fucking hot chicks like making out?"

"Well, she's a great kisser. And, her tits? The only thing I like better than touching them is sucking them."

Jerrod gave a lurch and his erection sprang up. Pre-cum began to dribble down his head. Jess added a hand to his balls as she pumped.

"Oh, Susan, that is so good. Suck me. I'm real close."

I looked at Jess. She looked at me. We both shrugged.

Jess stopped stroking Jerrod's cock and bent her mouth to his tip. She slid her lips over the crown. 

"Oh, yeah, baby, stick that tongue in my cock."

Slowly, she took more of him. I was used to his size and wondered how much Jess could or wanted to handle. She got about a third of him in her mouth and started bobbing up and down.

"Go deeper, babe, go deeper."

Jess pulled off and shook her head. I nodded and took over.

"Ah, that's it. Fucking deep throat me."

Even letting him slip into my throat, I could not get all of him. I sucked and stroked him.

"Getting close. Let me come in your mouth."

I pulled away. 

"Not tonight." I motioned for Jess and she wrapped her hand around his cock, her fingers not being able to contain his girth. I put my hand over the cloth to be sure it did not come off. Jerrod was grunting with every stroke. Finally, Jess moved her hand so fast all I could see was a blur.

Jerrod cried out and shot all over his chest and stomach. Jess pumped once and then pulled away.

"No do me more," he said.

I replaced her hand with mine and stroked. He had a couple more small explosions.

Jess looked at her cum covered fingers. She offered one to me and I sucked it clean. She thrust the other into her mouth and then made a gagging motion. I bit my lip to keep from laughing. She kissed me and disappeared back into her room.

"Oh, that was great, Susan." Jerrod pulled the cloth from his face. "Something seemed different tonight. But, it was fucking great."

Getting off the table he kissed my cheek and then walked toward the bathroom.

"Jerrod, what if Jess comes out? She'd see you naked."

"Give her a thrill. Maybe even make her want to blow me. You know, like in that fantasy."

"I doubt it. I'm not sure she's ever had a man in her mouth."

"No fucking shit! Well, if she wants to try it, let me know."

"Oh, I definitely would."

He came out a few minutes later still drying himself. Tossing the wet towel on the floor, he pulled on his clothes. Jerrod went into the kitchen and retrieved the remains of the pack of beer.

"Hey, gotta run. But, thanks for dinner and everything."

We kissed and he was gone.

"Everything!"

I turned to see Jess picking up the wet towel.

"Really. Like a fucking blow job is included in everything. You have to so dump him, Susan. He's an idiot."

"Yeah, but what a body."

Jess smiled. "Yeah, what a body."

"Do you now believe I was not exaggerating about the size of him?"

"Never saw anything like it. Do you think he knew?"

"He mentioned it was different, but I doubt if he figured out what was different. So, did you like it?"

"God, it was amazing. How do you get that thing inside you? I can only imagine it splitting my pussy in two."

"It takes a while to get him in. But, then, it is like every nerve ending down there is being touched. Totally over the top Os."

Jess helped me clean up the table, put it away and store my supplies. We sat on the couch while the TV still was on ESPN, though now we muted it.

"So, what was all that about us making out?" asked Jess.

"Thought it would feed his fantasies and help get him hard. Sometimes it takes so much work to get it up."

"Yeah, but now he's going to be going around telling everyone we're into each other."

"Well, you did grab my boobs before."

"Susan, that was just messing around and you know it. You've felt my boobs before."

"Yes, as part of a trial breast exam."

"Still, you had bare tit from me."

"Yeah, you're right. So, anytime you want bare tit from me, let me know. And, just so we're being totally upfront. You do have great tits."

"Thank you, dear. But, let's get back to the Jerk telling everyone we're messing around. No, wait, give me some bare tit now."

I stared at here trying to gauge if she were serious. Finally, she cracked up and we both laughed.

"Jess, think about him talking about us. First, the only people he talks to are the other football jocks. Actually, he only talks to the offense. Those guys already think every girl fools around with her roommate. So what if they think that about us. It'll just give them more to think about when they play with themselves."

"I guess."

We turned off the TV and went to our bedrooms. I heard her vibe melding in with the sound of my own. For a second I wondered if maybe we could help each other out. As I came, I thought about the time I felt her bare boobs. A second wave overcame me as I thought about her touching my bare breasts.

The next day, Jess came home and asked me to guess who she talked to that day.

"Seriously, Jess, I have no clue."

"Let me give you a hint. She's tall, got red hair, no tits and a great ass."

"BoingBoing?"

"The one and only."

I was curious. "So, what'd you talk about?"

"Nothing too much. After our comm class, I just sorta started chatting."

"What's she like?"

"Actually, she's really nice. As a matter of fact, she invited us to a party this Saturday."

"Us?"

"She invited me and I asked if I could bring my socially awkward and deprived roommate."

"Thanks."

"No prob."

The party was going to be in a sorority house on the other side of campus. I knew a couple girls there and figured it could be some laughs. We continued to sit on the couch. Neither of us spoke for a while.

"Susie?"

"Yeah?"

"Have you ever like, you know..."

"What?"

"You know, like with another girl."

I turned and looked at my roommate.

"What if I said yes? Would that freak you out?"

"Not if you didn't get freaked if I said yes, too."

"So, Jess, have you?"

"You first."

I held her hand.

"Yeah, I have. You?"

"Yeah. Me, too."

We looked at each other. "So, are you like saying you want me and you to, you know...?" I said.

"I don't know. Would that be too weird?"

"Maybe. I mean I love you" I told her. It was true. This was the second year we were roomies. "You are like the best roommate I could ever ask for. Would sex screw everything up?"

"Yeah, that's something to think about. But, if it didn't, would you want to?" Jess asked.

"Why, do you?"

Jess looked into her lap. She took a couple deep breaths. In barely a whisper, she said. "I've thought about it."

I didn't know what to say. 

"God, I'm sorry, Susan. I should just keep my stupid mouth shut. Forget I said that. Really, just forget it. I'm going to bed."

She tried to get up, but I pulled her back down on the couch.

"Take a breath, Jess. I'm not freaked. I'm thinking about us. I never realized you had thought about it."

"Well, it's not like I'm walking around with my tongue hanging out."

I laughed, "Yeah, I think I'd notice that."

"It's just that you are so pretty and so nice. For all my smartass comments, I'm really shy. You make me feel like I'm important."

"You are important—especially to me. You're my best friend."

"See, that's it. I'm like your buddy and at the same time, I see you walking around naked and I have serious lust issues."

Laughing, I said, "Maybe I should wear clothes more often. Or, maybe you just need to get laid."

"That's for sure. But, if you haven't noticed, there's no line at the door."

"Jerrod?"

"God, spare me."

"Seriously," I said. "Think about it. Wouldn't once you want to feel a cock like that inside you?"

"It scares me as much as it turns me on. Do you think he'd do it?"

"I've been thinking. What if it were part of a three-some?"

"What?"

"Yeah, you me and the Jerk."

"You'd go for that?" Jess asked.

"Well, it would accomplish a bunch of things. One, it would let you experience a super-cock."

"Mmm, that I'd like, I think."

"Two, it would set up the perfect break-up scenario."

"How?"

"I really do want to dump him. As good as the sex is, I just can't put up with his total ignorance and lack of any interest in me besides my pussy. So, we do him and I say bye-bye. Tell him I can't trust him now that I know he screws other girls."

"That's wicked, since you offered to do it."

"Jess, seriously, I am going to have him think he talked me into it. It won't be difficult."

"Ok. Any other reason?"

I looked at my roommate and smiled.

"Well, it would give us the chance to be with each other. I thought having Jerrod there might make it less awkward for us to try out how we like being together."

"Susan, you know you have a devious side to you."

"Yeah, it's great isn't it?"

We had dinner, studied and filled our rooms with the sounds of our vibes.

I was looking forward to going with Jess to the party. Jerrod said he was doing his regular Friday night ritual. That meant he was staying in and resting up for the game on Saturday. 

For the party at the sorority, Jess and I spent a long time getting ready. We each were running around in just our bikini panties. 

"You really do have great boobs, Jess."

"Thanks. I admit I kinda like them."

We were standing in front of a full length mirror and checking out our reflections.

"Yours are nice, too."

"They're ok," I said. "Sometimes I think they're too big."

"God, Susie, I bet there are a thousand girls on campus who would kill to have a pair like yours. In the right top, they are awe-inspiring."

I looked at them and held them up. "Really?"

"Really. And, they are even better naked," Jess said.

"Wanna?" I asked her, still cupping my boobs.

Grinning widely, she said, "Thought you'd never ask."

She stood behind me and slid her hands on my boobs.

"Wow, they're heavy." She hefted each globe and bounced them slightly.

Cupping them, she ran her thumb over my nipples, sending a chill down my spine.

"Obviously more than a handful," she said.

"Depends on the hands," I said.

"The Jerk's?"

"Big hands," I told her.

"Goes along with..."

Together we said, "Big dick."

She pinched my nipples and then freed my breasts from her hands.

"Thanks. That was cool. I wondered what they felt like," Jess said.

"So, now you know. And, we're even. We've each felt each other's bare boobs. And, now that you've sorta broken the barrier, there's no reason you couldn't refresh your memory from time to time."

"You are devious," she said and ran her fingers across my boobs.

We both opted for skinny jeans. Jess wore soft leather boots that reached to her knees and I chose short boots. She skipped a bra and wore a pink camie under a blue blouse, unbuttoned but tied at the waist. I could sorta tell she wasn't wearing a bra and it was a hot look.

I could not get away with no bra, but wore a soft one that just barely held the girls in place. On top I wore a soft cotton pull-over shirt, tucked into my jeans. I could detect my nipples pushing against the fabric. We each spent time on our make-up and hair. When finished, we once more stood next to each other looking in the mirror.

"Two hot babes," she said.

"Can't argue," I said.

The party was going strong when we arrived. I grabbed two plastic cups of beer while Jess searched for the tall, titless redhead.

I said hi to a couple people I knew.

I had finished my beer and was working on Jess' when I heard her call my name.

I turned and was facing one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen.

The redhead stood over six feet, aided by her boots. A tangle of soft red curls cascaded down and rested on her shoulders. Blue eyes set in a creamy complexion and bordered by faint freckles gave her a fresh look. There was something in her eyes, though, that made you begin to think nasty thoughts about her. There was a lot going on behind her eyes.

"Hi, I'm Christa."

We shook hands. Her grip was strong and assured.

"I thought you were getting me a beer?" asked Jess.

"I did," I said and handed her the empty cup. "This one's mine."

Shaking her head she started for the keg in the corner. "Christa?"

"Let me get them," she said. "Another for you, Susan?"

"Sure."

I watched her move through the crowd. She wore skinny jeans like Jess and me, but hers were more of the spray-painted variety.

"Wow," I said admiring the tight butt and long taut legs.

"Old Jerk wasn't wrong," commented Jess. "That is about the best ass I have ever seen."

"I am never eating another burrito as long as I live," I said.

We laughed. Christa was now making her way back to us. She wore a purple top, tucked into her jeans. I doubted she wore a bra as two small mounds on her shirt moved with each step.

Jess and I took a cup and we raised them in a toast.

"This is a neat house," Jess said.

"I guess," said Christa. "I wasn't keen on joining a sorority, but my mother is a legacy. Peace in the family and all that."

We nodded knowing that some things you just did so you didn't have your mother on your back for four years.

"You guys have an apartment?"

"Over on Broadway," I said. "It's convenient. We save a few bucks by not paying for a dorm and a meal plan."

"God, I'd starve if I had to cook," Christa said with a smile.

"We get by," said Jess. "Susan is a good cook."

"At least I haven't poisoned us yet," I put in. "Come over sometime for a meal."

Jess looked at me as if to say, "You're inviting her over."

I smiled and sipped some beer.

"Jess says you're covering sports for our radio station," I said.

"Football and basketball," said Christa.

"I'm a trainer for the girls' volleyball team."

"Hey, you must know Brigid Callahan."

"Sure. She's great. Unbelievable spiker. And, she's really nice. Beautiful, too."

"Absolutely," Christa said quickly. She then tried to cover up her speedy reply by adding, "I've seen her play. I definitely would not want to be on the receiving end of one of those balls."

"How do you know Brigid?"

Christa smiled and said, "Oh, just friends and stuff."

I wondered what the "and stuff" included? I had given Brigid a couple massages and knew her body was great. Long legs and arms, tight butt, small but attractive boobs. I wondered if Christa and Brigid were more than just friends.

"So, what's it like covering the men?" Jess asked.

"Pretty simple," she said. "Not too many big words or long sentences."

We all laughed.

"So, like, do you go into the locker rooms?" Jess asked.

"I do now," she said. "Last year when I first started, the coach was like 'No women in the locker room.' So, I used to stand outside and hope someone would talk with me while all the guy media were inside getting quotes and background.

"After a few games, I complained. I said there should be equal access. The coach complained back and said it would not be proper to have a woman where there might be naked men. I told him the guys could cover up or not. I didn't care. I just wanted the same opportunity as the male reporters. I also pointed out that he had several female trainers in there."

Christa finished her beer. We all walked over to the keg for a refill.

"Anyway," she said as we moved into the living room and leaned against the wall, "I went to the AD and made a ruckus. Told him I was being discriminated against, pulled out all sorts of Title IX shit and told him it would become a big story if I was kept out. I also called my mom, whose former sorority sister was one of the biggest donors to the athletic program. She made a call and all of a sudden, I was allowed in."

"So?" Jess said.

"So, it was just as frustrating getting a decent quote out of the players as it was before. Only now, half of them were naked when I was talking with them."

"Did that bother you?" I asked.

"At first it was strange. I mean you don't want to stare or anything. But, when they're walking around it's difficult not to notice they're bare-assed. I was never around so many bouncing dicks. Sorta weird. Most of the guys are cool, though. If they come over to speak with me, they'll wrap a towel around them. Notice, I did say most and not all."

"Really," I said, now interested because of what Jerrod had said. "Some of them are like, what?"

"Pigs," she said.

"Earlier this week," she continued, "I was in doing some follow-up on the game. It was a lot closer than predicted and I wanted to get a flavor of what the coaches were saying to the players in order to improve. After practice, I talked with a couple guys. One guy, Paul Arnolds, the wide receiver, was great. He is pretty smart and gave me some good insight. Plus, when I asked a coach where he was, he sent a guy into the shower. Paul comes out naked and I'm standing about five feet away. He sees me and turns his back. He grabs a towel and wraps it around him. He then comes over.

"He actually apologizes. Says he's sorry and that no one told him it was a woman who wanted to interview him. I think he was honestly embarrassed. I think he felt so bad, he went out of his way to give me some good info."

"Sound like a nice guy," I said.

"Yeah, and he's really cute with a hot bod. But then there's this asshole."

My stomach tightened. I had a feeling I might be all too acquainted with the asshole.

"There's this guy, Jerrod Cushing. Tight end who caught the winning TD. I asked to speak with him. He's got a towel around him and as he walks over he takes it off. Shit, that was awkward. So, he comes up and says did I want to interview him. I told him I did and started in. 

"Now, my eyes are glued to his. When he approached me, I kinda got a look at something, but figured it couldn't be what I thought it was. Anyway, he keeps dropping his hands and doing shit. Still, I'm looking right at him. He then says he thinks he may have pulled a groin on the catch. He says, 'Right here'. So, like an idiot, I look down. He's holding this enormous dick and with his other hand pointing at a spot on his thigh. He then scratches his balls while I'm looking at him. What a fuckwad."

Christa drains her cup and shakes her head. 

"You know, I busted my ass to just have the same access as the guys. Now, this asshole is making it a hostile sexual environment. At least that's what I could have accused him of doing."

"You didn't?" I asked.

"No, I just asked another question. But, no, the asshole has the balls, excuse the pun, to say it's ok to look. I told him I had no intention or desire to look at his penis and just wanted an answer."

"You really said 'penis?" I asked.

"Yeah, I couldn't think what else to call it that wouldn't also sound sexy. Anyway, I thought that would be enough to get him to back off. I swear he must be the dumbest jock on the planet. He then says he knows I like what I saw. I am like literally shaking my head. So, I tell him I got everything I needed and turned to go away. He walks behind me and says, 'I'd be fucking huge in your butt.' Honest to god, that's what he said."




Hard Choices



The three beers I had were threatening to come up for a visit.

"Did you report him?" asked Jess.

"No. If I did, I'd never get another interview. I gave him the finger over my shoulder and left. Now, I'm kinda freakin because I'll be back in there on game day. I swear if he does something like that again, I will report him. I don't care if it costs me big time."

We stood there not saying a word.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to unload on you guys. I don't even know you that well. I guess it's just been bottled up and I let it out. You probably think it's bullshit, anyway."

"No," said Jess. "We totally believe you."

"Really?"

"Totally" Jess added.

"Why?"

I finally found my voice, "because that asshole is my boyfriend."

Christa went pale. She looked to Jess, who nodded.

"Oh, fuck, I'm like so sorry. I shoulda kept my mouth closed."

"No, it's ok," I said. "As a matter of fact, it is better than ok. You just made me feel a hundred times more convinced I have to dump him. He is a complete idiot."

"You don't have to..."

"Christa, it's not because of what you told us, although that would be enough. It's something I've been thinking about for a while. Jess knows I was heading this way. So, thank you. Saves me from making a major mistake."

"Mistake?" Christa said.

"We need more beer," Jess said. We refilled our cups.

"Since you were so honest with us, let us return the favor," said Jess. She looked at me and I nodded for her to continue.

"Susan was going to break up with Jerrod, but only after we kinda got something from him."

"Oh?"

I told Jess to go ahead.

"Well, Susan and I were going to have a three-way with him. I know, I know it sounds disgusting, but I was sorta wondering what it would be like to fuck something that big. So, for that and other reasons, we were going to do it and then Susan would dump him."

"Shit, I couldn't picture that thing inside any woman. I can't even imagine what it looks like hard," Christa said.

"Well, it's like bigfoot. Scary and rare," I said.

"But, you did get a good look at it? Right?" asked Jess. 

Christa nodded and pretended to fan herself with her hand.

"And, I agree with Susie on how it looks when it's finally hard."

"Yes. He was holding it for me to see it. It certainly is big. But, what I want to know is, how do you know what it looks like hard, if Jerrod is Susan's boyfriend?"

Jess relayed the scene from the night in our apartment.

"For two such sweet looking girls, you have wild sides."

"Guess we're potentially wild. We talked about a three-way, but still haven't done it," I said. 

We drank some beer.

"You said there were other reasons you guys were thinking about a three-way?"

The beers had completely reduced my inhibitions. "Well, we were also using it as an excuse for Jess and I to see if we liked messing with each other."

Christa stared with her mouth slightly ajar.

Jess said, "Jesus, Susan, why don't you fucking Tweet it to the fucking world."

I realized I had gone too far and said I needed the bathroom.

Christa pointed me up the stairs and said to go right.

All the way up I was cursing myself. Why did I say that to a stranger?

There was a line of four girls waiting for the bathroom. I stood at the end. The girl in front turned and said, "It's a bitch when you have to go bad."

I nodded and then noticed she was staring over my shoulder.

I turned and saw a small, pretty blond walking awkwardly and slowly down the hall.

"Marcy, what's the matter?" the girl said.

"I am so fucking sore," she replied. I detected more than a small slur and figured she was probably wasted. 

"What happened?"

"He wanted my ass tonight."

I wanted to disappear, but was trapped between them

"Oh, my god, and you let him?'

"You don't say no. Not if you ever want to have that huge cock again."

The words "huge cock" made my ears prick up.

"So, give him up."

"No way," said the girl, Marcy. "He is like the hottest guy on the team. I like that I'm his girlfriend. All the other cheerleaders are like totally jealous."

"But, didn't it hurt?"

"Fuck, yes," she said.

"Did you ever do that before?" the girl in front of me asked her friend.

"No, well, not with him." The two girls giggled and we moved up a space as another girl left the bathroom.

"So, like how'd he ask you? I mean it must be like so weird to bring it up."

Marcy leaned toward her friend, moving across my body as if I weren't there.

"He said 'I be so fucking huge in your butt.' Honest to god, that's what he said."

My stomach was now officially in my mouth. I swallowed hard.

'God, he is like super gross."

"Gross Jerrod with the huge cock," said Marcy.

I got out of line and talked to the first girl next to the door.

"I am like going to barf in a second, can I go in next."

"Yeah, just don't puke on the toilet seat."

The door opened, a girl came out. I ran in and buried my head in the toilet. I also had to pee. So, when I was done emptying both ends, I rinsed my mouth, and headed out.

The girl looked in cautiously.

"It's cool, I was careful."

She shrugged and closed the door.

I found Jess and Christa still standing in the living room.

"Susan," Jess said, "what's the matter. You look awful."

"I need air."

Christa led us out the back onto a deck where a half dozen people were standing and smoking. For mid-October it was still mild. "Come on," she said and led us down the stairs to a low stone wall. We sat and Jess asked again what was the matter. I lost it. Through my bawling, I got out the story I just heard.

"What a pig," said Christa.

"God, Susie, I'm so sorry. You have definitely got to dump him."

I nodded and cried some more. Jess put her arm around my shoulder. I think she was trying to cheer me up when she said, "So, I'd say a three-way is out of the question?"

Christa put her hand on my leg.

"Girls, it depends on how you define a three-way."

My heart skipped a beat. I looked at her and wondered if I understood what she was implying.

Jess spoke up. "You mean like you don't always need a guy to have a three-way?" Christa smiled. 

"Well, that's certainly something to think about," Jess said.

"Yes, it is," Christa said. "How about I come over for some of your home cooking and we just 'think' about it?"

Jess and I exchanged a look. "Ok, how about Saturday?" Jess said.

"Deal. I'll bring wine." At least she doesn't expect me to run out and buy her booze, I thought. That's one step ahead of Jerrod.

"Do you wanna go home, Susie?" Jess asked.

"No, I want to go back inside and see if "I'll be huge in your butt" shows his face."

"Ooh, that could be interesting," cooed Christa.

We went in and, in spite of my adventure with the toilet bowl, got more beer. About ten minutes later, I see Jerrod and the little blond coming down the stairs. He has his arm around her and keeps copping a feel of her breast. I have no idea why I dated him. Ok, I have one idea, but at some point my dignity and pride come before a big cock. 

I moved over so he had to walk by me. He saw me and dropped his hand from her boob.

"Susan. Uh, what are you doing here?'

"Drinking. Having fun. Hearing about you butt-fucking this little girl."

The people around us stopped talking and stared.

The blond looked at me. "You like know him?"

"I like fuck him, Marcy. I'm like his girlfriend. No wait, I'm like 'was' his girlfriend. And, my instincts tell me there are probably a couple others just like us. So, as much as I will miss his dick, I am so finished with him."

Marcy looked at Jerrod. She wiggled her butt, probably remembering the feeling of that big thing pushed inside her.

"You're a fucking idiot, Jerrod. Fuck off."

She left him standing there and went over to where a bunch of other cheerleader-looking girls were standing. She began to cry and they began to comfort her.

"Susan, I'm sorry. She means nothing. Honest, I just want you."

"Cut the bullshit, Jerrod. You are a pig. You think because you have a big dick, you can do anything you want to a girl."

I must have raised my voice since all the people in the hallway were now watching us. Maybe it was the big dick part that got their attention. I noticed one girl nudge her friend and extend her hands far enough apart to approximate the size of his dick. I figured another one of his 'girlfriends' was in the room.

My adrenaline was pumping. I had lost control. 

"You are ignorant, dumb, insensitive and incapable of thinking about anything deeper than a snap count."

"Hey," he said. "Why don't you shut your mouth? You don't know shit about shit."

That remark got a few chuckles from the girls standing around.

"Oh, fuck off, Jerrod. Go back to your locker room. You probably have more fun jerking each other off than trying to build a relationship with a woman."

Jerrod shoved my shoulder, knocking me back a few feet. I was shocked at his strength.

"Listen you cunt, you don't know shit. And, don't go saying shit about me and the guys 'cause that's just bullshit. You keep that up and I'll fucking knock your teeth out." To prove his point he shoved me hard and I landed flat on my butt.

A murmur came from the crowd that had grown to include just about everyone at the party.

"Take back what you said about me and the guys." He stood towering over me.

"What? Too close to the truth? You like playing with the boys in the shower? Maybe that's why you have such a hard time getting it up. Probably want to have some guy sucking you off." As soon as the words left my mouth, I realized I went too far. Jerrod's face was deep red. He raised his hand and I prepared to have my head removed from my body. I closed my eyes and prepared for impact.

"Whoa, big guy, chill."

I opened my eyes to see another guy, almost as big as Jerrod standing between me and him.

"Get out of my way, Paul. She needs to learn a fucking lesson."

The new guy put his hand on Jerrod's chest and pushed him back. "Jerrod, you don't want to do this."

"Fuck you. Who says I don't?"

"Look around."

Jerrod stopped staring at me and gazed around the foyer. "Yeah?"

"You know what happens if you get accused of violence against a woman?"

Jerrod focused on the guy.

"Yeah, that's it. Good-bye football. Good-bye scholarship. Good-bye shot at the pros. You can kiss it all good-bye."

"Well, she started it," Jerrod said, sounding like a five-year old.

"Jerrod, there are thirty people here who will describe how a six-five, two hundred and forty pound guy punched a girl. No one is going to care who started anything. You will be fried. Jerrod, how many pictures and videos from the phones in this room will be all over the net in five seconds?"

Jerrod looked at the multiple phones focusing on him. "Well, she's still a fucking cunt and deserves what's coming to her."

"Makes no difference, man. Why don't you take a break? Get some air. Hey, Calvin, how about you and the guys take Jerrod out for some drinks down at Smokey's?"

A huge black man walked up to Jerrod. "Come on, man, let's get the fuck out of here. We'll go down and have some real fun."

Jerrod slowly walked toward the door, accompanied by the biggest people I had ever seen. He turned back once toward me and Calvin said, "Let it ride, man."

Then, they were gone. The room exploded in noise and conversation. The tall guy extended a hand and helped me up. Jess and Christa ran to my side. "God, I thought he was going to kill you," Jess said as she hugged me.

"Totally," said Christa, "I was hitting 911 as Paul stepped in."

I looked at the guy.

Smiling, he said, "Paul Arnolds." He extended his hand and I shook it.

"Susan."

He held my hand for a second and then dropped it.

"Thank you. I shouldn't have pushed him, but he got me so mad."

"No shit!" he said. The four of us cracked up.

"So, you play, too?" Jess asked.

"This is the nice guy I told you about," said Christa.

"Nice guy?" said Paul.

"Well, yeah, when I interviewed you, you put a towel on. That was nice, especially compared to Jerrod who actually played with himself as I was interviewing him."

"Wow, that's lousy," said Paul. "I was surprised to see a woman and then I was embarrassed being nude. I have to admit, though, you were cool and very professional. Plus, you know your shit, excuse the language."

"No problem. I do know my shit," said Christa and we all laughed. "I want to get into sports media. I know I'll have to put up with jerks like Jerrod, but if that's what it takes, then I can deal with it."

"Got to admire that," said Paul. "Listen, I'll talk to some of the guys. Tell them to cut you some slack. Most of them are ok. Jerrod and a couple of his buddies are real assholes, but not much we can do about that. Besides, I think Susan's comment about him and the boys might have come too close to the target."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I hear some of the guys like to get together and invite some girls to join them. The guys then have the girls strip and watch while the guys jerk off. They also, I hear, jerk each other off. The guy who lasts the longest while being jerked off by another guy, gets to screw his choice of the girls."

"That's so disgusting. I can't believe any women would put up with that crap," said Jess.

Christa and I nodded in agreement.

"Can't argue with you. I guess some of them just want to hang around the players. Seems lame to me," Paul said as he drained his beer. "You guys up for another one?"

We refilled our cups and started chatting. Paul asked about our majors and seemed impressed that we were serious students.

"What?" said Christa, "A girl can't be pretty and smart?"

"Hey, I just meant that you are serious about school. I'm so used to talking with guys who are only putting in time hoping for a shot at the pros. And, the girls I've met seem more focused on dating than studying. And, for the record, you all are not pretty."

After a pause, he added, "You all are beautiful."

I know my face turned red and I could see similar reactions from Jess and Christa.

"Well, what about you?" Jess asked breaking the tension.

"Don't laugh," he said. "Math major."

"No shit," said Christa.

"For real. I am really into computers, especially artificial intelligence. Having a solid math base is the best way I see to go."

"No pros for you," I asked.

"Nah. Want to start working on a PhD after graduation. Besides, I'd never make it in the pros."

"I don't know," replied Christa. "You look good out there. Very good."

She let her eyes roam over his body as she said this.

Paul laughed. "Well, I guess I'll let you be the judge of that."

They locked eyes.

"Anyone have a bucket of cold water handy?" cried Jess. We all broke up.

We spent the rest of the evening talking with each other. Calvin returned just as the party was breaking up. He said they got Jerrod back to his dorm. He was so drunk he just passed out.

"Thanks, man," Paul said.

"No sweat."

Paul introduced us and I figured Calvin was one of the cool guys that Paul talked about. After hearing the full story, he agreed to join Paul in talking to the guys.

"Big Red," he said, "if anyone gives you shit, you come to me. Got it? You come to me and I guarantee that dude will not give you a hard time again."

"Thanks," she said. "But, I really don't like being called Red."

"I can dig it,' said Calvin smiling. "How about I just call you?"

"Well, I think that is a great idea," Christa said.

Christa hugged us good-bye and said she's looking forward to coming over for dinner.

Maybe it was all the beer we drank, but I felt her hug was tighter and longer than necessary. I also felt her small breasts pushing into my own. Admittedly, it was not an unpleasant feeling.

Calvin and Paul offered to walk us to our apartment, but it wasn't far and we said we'd be fine.

After parting, Jess pulled her cell phone out and texted. "Who're you texting?" I asked.

"Christa."

"Why?"

"Got an important question."

"What?" I asked.

Jess's phone pinged and she read the message as a huge smile appeared.

"What?"

She showed me her phone.

She had written to Christa, "did u c Calvin in the lckr rm"

"yep"

"and"

"omg"

We both laughed.

I received one call from Jerrod that I ignored. He sent me a dozen texts asking to meet with me. I finally texted him back and told him I never wanted to see him again. Actually, I said "fuck you".

When he called after that, I answered. "Hey, Susan, I want us to get back together." No apology, no remorse. I knew I was doing the right thing.

"Let me make it clear, Jerrod. We are through. I never want to see you again. If you bother me after this, I will report you to the dean and your coach. I'm sure I've got enough witnesses who will swear that you attacked me at that party. So, good-bye." I never heard from him again.

Christa and Jess made arrangements for dinner on the following Saturday night because of scheduling problems. We agreed to have a dress-up night. It would be fun to wear decent clothes after living in jeans and sweats for most of the time. After being assured the tall, thin woman was not a vegan, I prepared an Italian feast. Once again calling upon my granny's recipes, I made a big pot of sauce with sausage and meatballs. I got some fresh pasta from a local Italian market, along with crusty bread and the makings of a great antipasto.

Christa arrived carry two bottles of red wine. She was wearing a long beige skirt with a slit that exposed her exquisite leg up to mid-thigh and a deep blue soft cotton top. The top complimented her blue eyes and red curls that fell in exotic waves to her shoulders. Her nipples pushed out from the top and brought to mind one word—Yum. She was wearing flats and still looked to be close to six feet.

She hugged me and I inhaled an exotic fragrance consisting of clean hair and skin and some subtle perfume. She kissed me lightly on the lips and then did the same with Jess. As Christa walked over to put her wine on the coffee table, and bent over to showcase her round butt, Jess and I exchanged a glance that said a lot. Mostly we were communicating, "This is a sexy woman."

Christa turned and smiled. "You both look so good."

*** 

Admittedly, we both spent a long time getting ready for this evening. Although we didn't speak about it, I think we both felt there was a strong sexual undercurrent to the three of us getting together. After all, Christa had hinted at as much the night at the party.

Jess wore a short, black skirt that clung to her ass. On top, she picked her prized red silk blouse. Leaving the top two buttons undone, Jess was showing cleavage and the edge of a red, sheer bra. At less than five-five, she didn't have the length of Christa, but her legs looked fab. 

I had on black, silk pants and a silver silk blouse. I liked the way my boobs moved under the blouse. The pants were tight around my butt, but opened up to wide legs. They were expensive and were a present from my mom last year.

Being roommates there is not much we don't know about each other. Earlier in the evening, as I was drying my hair in the bathroom I could see Jess in the shower shaving her pussy smooth. She usually kept a narrow strip of dark hair, but she went bald for the first time since I've known her.

"Any particular reason for the smoothie?" I asked as she stepped out of the shower.

She smiled and said she just felt like it.

"Has nothing to do about maybe having someone doing nasty things down there later?"

"God, Susie, I have been having these really erotic dreams all week. I keep imagining waking up to look down and see a mass of red curls between my legs and a tongue sending me up the wall. Maybe it's fantasy, but I figured what the hell, I'd rather be prepared."




Hard Choices



"You really think Christa was serious about the three of us?" I asked.

"Don't know," she said as she rubbed some body lotion along her swollen lips. "But, I am so freaking horny that if she offers, I'm going for it."

"She is pretty," I said.

"Pretty?" Jess cried as she continued drying. "She is about the sexiest woman I have ever seen. Plus, she's nice and funny. Oh, yeah, she's also smart. God, she is like my dream of what a woman could be."

"Hey, you are all that yourself." I was wearing only pink panties and was getting a rush talking about a hot woman with my naked roommate.

"Thanks for saying so, and right back at you. I mean those tits are amazing."

Jess reached out and cupped my right breast. "Truly amazing," she repeated.

"Yeah, well what I can see—and right now I can see everything—you are mega-sexy."

"Susie, what if she really wants to have sex with us?"

"Ok, what if..."

"I mean are you like ready to do it. I mean with me and her."

My pussy was getting warmer just talking about this. "I don't know. We've each admitted we've messed around with girls."

"But, the last time for me was senior year in high school," said Jess. "It was fun, but nothing since then."

"What about the time you made out with that girl from our sophomore dorm?"

"Oh, I forgot. Well, we only made out and felt each other up. Never got naked, no bare tit and, well, you know."

"Never went down on each other?"

Jess blushed and nodded.

"How about you, Susie? When was the last time."

Now my nipples had hardened and my panties were getting a little damper.

"Like you, most of it happened in high school. There were two other girls and we liked to experiment with each other. I don't think any of us really knew what we were doing. We also were dating guys. I lost my cherry senior year to a guy in my bio lab. Still, it was fun with the girls."

"Did you three do it together?"

"Once at a sleepover. I mean mostly we watched the other two get off with each other. We couldn't figure out the way to get all three of us involved at the same time."

Jess nodded and wiped the towel between her legs. Her pussy seemed to be getting redder.

"Did you do it to each other?

"What, oral?"

Jess nodded.

"Yes."

"Did you like it?"

"The giving or receiving?"

"Both, but mostly the giving. I think we all like having our pussies licked."

Nodding and smiling I thought about the question. "I did like it. At first I thought it would be gross, but once I started and I got into it—yum, yum. It's amazing to see a girl get off by what I'm doing to her. What about you?"

"I never went down on another girl."

"Hmm. But, you seem excited to think about it."

"True."

"So, would you do it?"

"To you?"

I stroked her cheek. "Yes, to me or to Christa."

Jess took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"Yes," she said looking directly at me. "Yes, I definitely would."

"Good," I said, "because so would I."

The silence in the bathroom was as thick as the moisture from her recent shower.

"And since then?" Jess asked returning to our original topic and breaking the tension. "Have you been with a girl since high school?"

How much should I share? Looking at Jess naked and open before me, I decided to be honest.

"I've had a kinda on-going thing with someone."

Jess stared. "Really? Who?"

"This has to stay confidential."

"Like who would I tell?"

"Jeannine Courtemanche."

"The TA in your Anatomy class?"

I nodded.

"Wow," said Jess softly. "She's certainly way up there on the beautiful scale. How'd that start?'

"Long story, Jess. Too long to get into now. How about we carve out some time, share a bottle of wine and I give you the sordid story. And, right now we are not seeing each other."

"It's really sordid?"

"She is into some stuff out on the edge."

"Now, I can't wait."

"Soon," I promised. I felt relieved that I finally could talk about my relationship with Jeannine. Jess would be a great listener and would never judge me. 

Opening my arms, I said, "Hug?"

She moved quickly to embrace me. I think we both felt the shock of our naked breasts mashing together for the first time.

Jess and I looked at each other. We moved at the same time until our lips met.

It was tender and erotic. I pulled her body tight to mine. Our thighs touched and I could feel her naked pussy against my thin panties. I slipped my hand onto her ass and squeezed. Long had I admired her rear and it was exciting finally to be able to feel it.

Slowly our tongues touched and then we quickly began exploring each other's mouth. After more than a minute of kissing, we broke.

"Wow," said Jess.

"Couldn't have said it better," I replied.

"Love the feel of your boobs on mine," she said.

"Definitely."

"Maybe we should call Christa and cancel. I think I could spend all night with you in bed."

"Me too, but I also want to get to know her."

Jess giggle. "Yeah. God, she always looks so freaking sexy. Even her little tits turn me on."

"I know what you mean. But, remember, I think yours are perfect." I slipped my hands on her boobs and felt her stiff nipples.

Jess cupped my breasts. "Not nearly as nice as these."

We kissed again. Breaking away, I said, "We have to get ready."

"How about we turn this into a clothing optional dinner?" said Jess.

"Interesting," I said, "but let's start out a little slower."

"Ok, how's this for slow?"

Jess bent and licked my right nipple. I must have moaned because she then licked my left nipple. Hearing no complaint, Jess took my nipple into her mouth and sucked hard. My pussy was responding as quickly as my now hard nipple.

"God, Jess, that feels awesome, but if we don't stop now, we won't be able to. Let's get dressed."

"Ok, but I'm wearing something sexy. Maybe I'll go commando."

"Jess, you will have me on edge all night."

"On edge can be a good thing." She hugged me and ran her hand over my crotch. I pushed back and she ran her finger along my slit behind the thin fabric.

"Shit," I thought. "Now I definitely have to change these panties."

*** 

Christa was pouring wine while I put out a basket of small crackers.

Standing in the living room, we raised our glasses in a toast.

"To news friends," said Jess.

"And, new adventures," added Christa.

Sipping the wine, we all smiled. I had no idea what new adventures Christa had in mind, but I did know there was a buzz in the room.

Jess and Christa sat on the couch and I pulled a side chair over to face them.

"Thanks for inviting us to your party," said Jess. "It turned out to be quite an evening."

"Yes, it did," Christa replied looking at me.

"I feel like an idiot," I said. "I hope I didn't embarrass you."

"Embarrass me!" Christa barked. "God, that was the highlight of the entire evening. My friends could not stop talking about it. Of course, they all wanted to know how big his dick is. They know I went into the locker room, and you shouted out about the size of it, so they had questions."

I could feel myself reddening. 

"So, did you answer them?" prompted Jess.

"Not to make you feel any worse, Susan, but there were two of my sisters who gave first hand descriptions and saved me the trouble."

"What a fuckwad," said Jess.

"You said you were through with him," said Christa. "Still feel that way?"

"More than ever," I said. Jerrod was such an obvious jerk that I wondered how I let myself be so stupid. Then I thought of what it felt like having him inside me and I remembered what it did to me. God, was I such a cock-whore?

We finished the first bottle of wine talking about school and our backgrounds. I excused myself to begin to boil water for the pasta. Removing the antipasto from the fridge, I placed it in the middle of our kitchen table. This time I did put two candles on the table. The bread was already warming in the oven. I sliced the bread and wrapped it in a cloth napkin and put it on a basket. I stirred the sauce and admired the aroma that escaped. Calling out to the girls, I opened a bottle of red wine I had bought.

They came in carrying their glasses as well as mine. We sat and I refilled everyone. Christa offered another toast.

"To a good meal and to eating something delicious and sensuous."

Jess and I shared another glance. We both knew we each were turned on and we were pretty sure there was a double meaning in that toast. Over bread and antipasto, we dug a little deeper into each of our post-college plans.

"I want to be in sports broadcasting," said Christa. "Right now that means mostly doing the on-the-field shit and getting about fifteen seconds of air time. But, I think that it won't be long before women are in the broadcast booth. I mean it already happens a little in women's basketball. There are women color commentators and once in a great while a woman will do the play-by-play. I doubt if there will ever be a woman color commentator for football, but having a woman do play-by-play could happen. I would love to be the first."

"But then you'd have to give up all those locker room interviews," teased Jess.

"Believe me," said Christa as she drank some more wine, "I've seen enough cocks to last a lifetime."

"Oh, I didn't know there was a quota," said Jess. We all laughed.

"So, why we're on the subject, you said you saw Calvin in the locker room. So..."

"Gosh, I don't know if it's ladylike to disclose that information," teased Christa.

"Fuck that," said Jess. "Does he live up to all the folk lore about black cocks?"

I stared at her. "Did you just say that?"

"My bad," she said, but kept grinning. "Too much wine." To make her point she drained her glass and refilled it.

"Actually," said Christa, "Calvin acted a lot like Paul. I noticed him walking around, but when he noticed me, he put on a towel. I can say, though, he is beautiful. For a big man he is graceful and smooth. His smile will make you weak in the knees. And, he is a nice guy."

"All very nice," said Jess. "But, what's the answer?"

Christa chuckled. "Well, not that I was staring or anything, but if I had to describe it, I guess I would say: fucking beautiful. Not as thick or as long as Jerrod, but long enough and very black. Huge balls, too. Yes, a thing of beauty. And, his ass! God, his ass is beyond description. Let's just say that I could spend a lot of time working on that ass."

"Did he call you?" I asked.

Christa nodded as she sipped her wine. "Next Saturday, after the homecoming game, we have a date." We all clinked our wineglasses. 

"I think you should come over on Sunday for dinner and give us all the details," said Jess.

"Dinner? I'd love to. Details? Well, I might want to keep that private."

"No way," said Jess. "I'd tie you up and torture you until you told us everything."

A sexy smile appeared on Christa's face. "Since you put it that way, I will be here." Jess blushed.

I got up to put the pasta in the water. Since it was fresh, it would only take a couple minutes to cook. Pulling the lid off the sauce allowed a fragrant vapor to envelope the kitchen.

"God, that smells so good," said Christa.

"Susie's a fabulous cook," offered Jess.

"She looks like she'd be good at anything she tried," said Christa. I didn't know how to take that comment, so I took it as something that made my panties more damp.

Christa and Jess cleared the table of the remains of the antipasto. They worked around me as I was at the stove. Christa wanted me to move to one side and placed her hands on my hips, with her fingers slipping down to my butt. My panties were way beyond damp after that.

"She does have a nice butt!" said Jess as she watched Christa. The tall girl smiled and put one hand onto Jess' rear. "Two nice butts," she said. She then cupped my butt and squeezed.

Trying to concentrate on dinner, I strained the pasta and put it on a plate that was warming in the oven. I topped it with some red sauce, or gravy as my grandmother called it. I put out a side bowl of more gravy along with the meatballs and sausage.

Refilling the bread basket, I served the dinner. 

We all fell silent as we fixed our plates and dug in. With all modesty, it was delicious.

Christa and Jess moaned with delight. We finished the wine on the table and Christa rose to get her other bottle from the living room.

Jess looked at me and mouthed, "I want her."

I nodded in agreement.

We had more wine and I passed the meat back around. Christa had taken seconds of pasta and sauce and was loading a meatball on top when it dropped from the spoon.

"Shit," she screamed and picked the sauce-covered ball from her lap. It was hot and she dropped it on the floor. She stood to show a big red stain on her beige skirt.

"You have to get that out now," I said, "or you never will."

Christa stared at the stain. "This is my favorite skirt."

"Take it off and I'll rinse it and then soak it. I can get it out, trust me."

As Christa began to undo the buttons on the side and ease down the zipper, Jess and I realized that she was essentially undressing front of us. I found myself holding my breath as she began to shimmy out of the skirt.

A pair of powder blue bikini briefs came into view. I could not help but stare at the bulge in her crotch. She obviously had a thick bush behind the cotton. In fact, there were tufts of red curls flowing out of the waistband.

"Uh, Jess, maybe you could get Christa a pair of shorts or something," I said.

"Oh, forget it," she said. "It's just us girls."

She handed me the skirt and I went toward the bathroom to begin cleaning it. After rinsing with cold water, I used a mild soap to scrub the spot and then put in the sink to soak. I would wash it once more by hand and then see what else it would require.

Coming back into the kitchen, I saw Christa bending over to wipe up the spot from where the errant meatball landed on the floor. The cloth of her underwear stretched tight over her butt. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. Jess caught my eye and motioned for me to close my mouth. My jaw had dropped open.

Christa straightened up. Her long legs were smooth and pale. Where they came together left a small gap at the base of her ass. All I could think of was pushing my fingers into that intimate space. She walked over to the wastebasket and dropped in the paper towels and meatball.

"Sorry to waste it," she said. She caught both of us staring at her crotch. She looked down and chuckled.

"Yeah, not too big on gardening," she said. She pulled her panties out and gave us a quick flash of a magnificent and lush red bush.

"Oh, uh, I wasn't..." I sputtered.

"Yes, you were, Susan. And, it's ok. God, we're all curious."

"Well, it's not like..."

"Chill. So, you were checking me out. No big deal. I do the same. I can tell you that I know Jess is commando tonight."

"What?" Jess said.

"It's not that I'm a great detective," said Christa and laughed. "When you were on the couch and went to get up to come to the table, you flashed me. I saw a pretty and smooth pussy. It looked delicious."

She turned her blue eyes to me. "As for you, Susan, well I'm not sure. That little butt grab I did was just wonderful. You are definitely wearing a bra, but your breasts are alive under that beautiful blouse. I wanted to touch you all night. As for down below, my instincts and the little touch before tell me silk underwear."

I nodded in agreement.

"Great. Now let's finish this incredible dinner."

We sat and ate and drank for another half-hour.

Jess had bought a cheesecake at a local bakery and we served it with strawberries and whipped cream. I made espresso and Christa suggested we go back into the living room to finish. We left the dishes and this time all three of us sat on the couch.

"More wine?" I asked.

"If I have another glass, you guys will definitely have to put me up for the night."

"No problem," said Jess and lightly touched Christa's exposed thigh. I smiled and went to open another bottle. Pouring three glasses, I came back in the room. Jess was half leaning against Christa and her legs were apart. I could clearly see her smooth pussy.

"Jesus, Jess are you like trolling with that thing?"

She and Christa looked down. Jess ran a finger across her mound and sighed. "Maybe."

"I love your bait," said Christa. Laughing I sat back down with Christa between me and Jess.

We all drank some of our wine. "So, let's talk about it," Christa said.

"What?" I asked.

"Don't be coy, Susan. We all can feel the sexual tension. We all felt it the other night. We're three beautiful women who like what we see in each other. The question is 'What do we do about it?'"

Neither Jess nor I responded.

"Ok, I'll go first," said Christa. "I would love to get laid tonight. It could be with either one of you or with both. If you guys don't feel the same way, give me a blanket and I'll sleep on the couch. But, I have a hunch that you have been thinking about this."

"Can I ask you something?" I said.

"Sure."

"Are you gay?"

Christa turned her eyes to mine. The bright blue burned into me. She parted her pink colored lips. "Do you find me attractive?"

"That's not an answer," I said.

"I'll answer, but do you?"

"Yes," I said softly.

"Do you think I'm sexy?"

I couldn't help but look over her body, especially her long naked legs and brief underwear.

"Very."

"Kiss me," she said.

"Christa, you still haven't answered..."

"Come on. I bet you've kissed a girl before."

My expression must have signaled the truth. "Thought so. So, kiss me."

As Jess stared, I slowly moved my head toward hers. Christa slipped her hand around the back of my neck and drew us together. Our lips met. My heart raced at the pleasure shooting through me.

"Was that nice?" she asked. I licked my lips and nodded.

"Are you gay?"

I was about to protest, but finally just shook my head.

"But, you enjoyed kissing me."

"Yes. It was very sexy."

"Exactly. The same for me. So, to answer directly, Susan, no, I am not gay. I have slept with men, enjoyed it and will do it again. Maybe do it soon with Calvin. And, just to be clear, I always, with no exceptions, use protection with a man. I also enjoy being with beautiful and sexy women. It is so different from being with a man. Plus, I don't have to insist on a condom. So, I would like to be with both of you, as I said, one on one or together."

"You've had a threesome with two women?" asked Jess. Christa turned to her and leaned in for a kiss. Jess responded eagerly, pulling Christa close to her. After they parted, Christa said. "No, I never was with two other women at the same time. I would like to try it. Specifically, I would like to go to bed with you and Susan."

"Why us?" I asked.

Christa laughed out loud. 

"Jesus, Susan. You ask the strangest questions. Why? Because you are both hot. You both are curious. You both want to experiment. Don't deny that, I can tell. And, did I mention that you both are hot? Yeah, I know I did, but it's worth repeating."

Christa put one hand on Jess' bare thigh and the other on mine, which was growing warmer underneath the silk of my slacks. She slid her hand up Jess's bare leg. Jess drew in a deep breath and I knew where Christa's finger landed.

"Touch me," she said.

Jess and I looked at each other. Christa had closed her eyes as a smile curled her lips.

Slowly, Jess inched her hand up Christa's thigh.

I moved my own hand to her top. I rested it on her shoulder and slowly slid it toward her the prominent nipple pushing against her shirt. Before I reached my target, Christa moaned deeply. I glanced down to see Jess rubbing the front of the blue panties.

I touched the nipple, shocking myself at how bold I was being. Christa arched her back and I took her breast in my hand, finding it fit perfectly. I lightly squeezed it, enjoying the sensation of the stubby nipple pushing back against my palm.




Hard Choices



Jess and Christa began kissing as Jess's finger made an indent in the panties that now showed a dark spot in the middle.

I fondled both of her breasts, alternating between each one and using hard and soft pressure. Thinking maybe I had gone too far when Christa pulled my hand away, I soon changed my mind. She repositioned my fingers at the hem of her shirt, guiding them underneath to feel her warm skin.

I moved my hand up until I rested on her bare breast. Sensations of firmness and softness greeted my eager fingers. Christa opened her mouth and took deep breaths. I was amazed that just touching her breasts could bring that reaction. I then noticed that Jess's hand was now inside the panties.

Christa spread her legs wide to grant easier access. She next grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it up and off. Instinctively I dropped my mouth to her small, elegant breast and began kissing.

Jess slid off the couch and pushed the coffee table aside. Kneeling in front of Christa, she eased her panties down her legs and then tossed them across the room. I stopped my caresses to her breast to stare at the magnificent red mass. The curls were a combination of shades of red that sparkled in the sparse light of our room. I had to touch them.

Placing my hand on her crotch I was engulfed in a bed of erotic softness. Her pubic hair was delicate in spite of its thickness. Jess slowly inserted a finger inside. Christa groaned in appreciation. I touched her clit, buried among the curls and Christa let out a soft yelp.

As Jess began pumping in and out, Christa guided my head back to her breast. I sucked and licked and could not get enough of her skin and taste to satisfy my desire. I wanted to possess her breasts, to make them mine. I pulled on her dark nipples with my teeth. Christa held her breath.

I could see that Jess had added a second finger and was working much harder. Christa was lifting her butt off the couch to meet Jess' thrusts. "God, I'm going to cum," she cried out. Jess added a third finger and I bit down on her breast.

Christa stiffened and then shook. She held her breath and made not a sound. Her thighs clamped tight on Jess, trapping her fingers inside. Easing me away from her breasts, she humped hard against the hand snuggled in her pussy.

She finally cried out, "Yes" and stiffened one last time before melting back into the cushions of the couch. We three just sat silent. Finally, I said, "That was the quietest cum I ever heard."

Christa smiled. "Wait 'til we get to know each other better, Susan. I guarantee the next one won't be as quiet."

She pulled me to her and we kissed. Her lips were hot and soft. My mouth opened and her tongue slipped in. I was lost in a sensuous moment. My hands wandered back to Christa's naked breasts. Feeling her heart beneath her left breast, turned me on to a greater extent than anything I could remember. I wanted this woman. I wanted to make her mine.

Christa slowly pulled back. We locked eyes and she smiled. "Let's not forget sweet Jess.'

Jess was sitting on the floor. Christa spread her legs and opened herself to Jess. Jess stared at the thick red patch and the white thighs. Taking my hand, Christa slipped it on her pussy. I was startled by the heat and excited by the abundant wetness. I let my finger slide between her lips and up to her clit. Christa let out a soft growl.

"Stand up, Jess."

Slowly my roommate rose.

"Do you think she's beautiful, Susan?"

"Amazingly beautiful," I said as I continued to rub Christa.

"I used to look at her in our class and let my imagination run." Chuckling, she added, "I have a very active and dirty imagination."

Jess seemed at a loss as what she should do as we admired her. I pressed hard on Christa's clit and she gasped. It took a moment for her to gather herself and then she continued.

"That day when she talked to me, I was all butterflies in my tummy. I wanted to fuck her right there in the classroom. So, I invited her to the party."

"Trying to seduce her?" I asked.

"Definitely." Christa ran her foot up Jess' leg and her toes disappeared underneath the short skirt. Jess stiffened and started breathing through her mouth. "Then, I saw you. I could not believe two women could look so hot and be roommates. My dirty imagination was in full overdrive."

"Jess, sweetheart," said Christa, "would you take off your skirt?"

As my friend undid her skirt, I let my finger slide inside Christa. She groaned and I felt my panties become completely soaked.

Jess stood in front of us naked from the waist down.

"God, you are incredible," said Christa. "Have you seen her naked before?"

"Yes, but she just shaved her pussy today. I never saw it smooth before today."

"What do you think?" Christa's big toe glided over the swollen lips of my roommate.

"Amazing," I said and rubbed Christa's clit, now awash in her own juices.

"Could you take your top off for us, Jess?" Christa's voice was low and seductive.

Slowly Jess stripped off her blouse and red bra. Her nipples were rigid and her flesh mottled with excitement.

"Beautiful," whispered Christa.

"Jess, would you like to kiss me where Susan's hand is right now?"

Jess' eyes widened.

"She's never done that before, Christa," I said.

"Ah, I see." Christa gently removed my hand from between her legs. Slowly she stood and drew Jess into her arms. I stroked the perfect ass in front of me. As Christa and Jess embraced and kissed for a long time, I bent forward and placed dozens of small kisses on Christa's butt. Jess now had her hands wrapped around Christa and both she and I fondled the firm cheeks that we had only imagined a few days ago. Turning bit by bit, Christa repositioned them so that Jess was now backed against the couch. She eased her down to a sitting position. She spread Jess's legs and knelt between them.

"So, you two have not made love?"

We both shook our heads.

"Nothing?"

"Today we kissed and mashed our boobs together," Jess said. We all laughed at how that sounded.

"Ok, here's the thing," Christa said as her hands rand up and down Jess's thighs. "We keep going. If one or both of you want to stop, we stop. No arguments. But if you don't say stop, I think we will have very, very much fun. Agreed?" Jess and I looked at each other. I smiled first and Jess joined me. I leaned in and kissed, my roommate this time using my tongue. Jess responded.

"I like watching you two," said Christa. "You obviously care for each other a lot."

Christa moved her hand to Jess smooth crotch. Jess stiffened and turned her head to look at the redhead.

Slowly, Christa began to make circles around Jess's sex. Jess moved her hips. Christa bent and kissed her left knee and slowly made her way up the inside of Jess's thigh. 

"No girl has ever kissed her there, either," I said.

"Well, you are in for a treat, Jess. May I continue?"

Jess nodded.

Christa repeated kissing on the other thigh. Jess's legs were now spread wide. Christa kissed her navel, using her tongue to probe its shallow depth.

"Kiss her breasts, Susan." I bent and took one of Jess's breasts in my mouth. The erotic sensation melded with the emotional feeling of being so intimate with my best friend and my mouth became enflamed with desire. I sucked, licked, pulled and bit. Jess cried out and arched her back.

Christa began tracing the outline of Jess' sex with her finger. Jess was moving her head back and forth as it rested on the back of the couch. I sensed her moving and pulled away to watch. Christa slid a finger inside Jess, who screamed. 

"Touch her clit, Susan." As Christa pumped in and out, I pushed my finger down on Jess's clit. It was hard and had already poked free from her folds.

"Oh, fuck, yes," Jess said. I saw Christa rotate her wrist and knew she was searching for the special spot inside.

I kept rubbing on and around her clit and suddenly, Jess sat up and let out a sound. I knew Christa found her mark. Pushing Jess back, I again sucked her breast.

Christa extracted her finger and moved her mouth to Jess's sex. I saw her tongue reach out and lick the slit from bottom to top. Her tongue swirled my finger that rested on Jess's clit. Jess moved her head back and forth and moaned.

After a couple more licks, Christa caught my eye. I understood her need and pulled my hand away. She took Jess' clit between her lips. 

"God, please don't stop. Please," begged Jess. She was looking down and could just see the top of Christa's head as it moved between her spread thighs. I thought about her dreams of just such a sight. I imagined Jess was happy that she cleaned the plate for Christa.

Christa licked back down and after placing her hands under Jess' butt, lifted her. She drove her tongue deep into the soaking canal. Jess cried out again. I rubbed her clit and bit her nipple. Christa lifted her higher, and I could see her lick down below her pussy. In a second Jess' eyes flew open and her mouth gaped. I guessed that Christa was licking her rim.

In a few seconds, she dropped Jess's butt down, slipped two fingers inside her and moved my fingers from Jess' clit with her nose. Christa sucked her clit inside her mouth and pounded with her fingers. Jess was bucking hard, but Christa maintained contact with her mouth. I could tell Jess was reaching her climax and took a nipple between my teeth. I bit and pulled. Christa added a third finger and rammed home, while I could see Jess's jaw clinching.

Jess screamed and shook. The tremors radiated throughout her body. She pushed my head from her breast. She tried to extract Christa from between her legs, but the redhead remained. I could tell that Christa was licking furiously and Jess screamed again. This time I saw fluid gush from her pussy and soak the couch and Christa's mouth and fingers. Christa did not relent. She dipped her middle finger from her other hand into Jess's pussy and made it wet. While still fingering her pussy and tonguing her clit, she pulled Jess forward. Her butt was now half off the couch. Christa reached underneath. She reached with her wet middle finger and I could see her push.

"God, no, no," wailed Jess, but Christa pushed harder at the tender rosebud.

"Oh, fuck," cried out Jess and thrust her crotch up and let loose a string of obscenities and incoherent noises. Her body was stretched out taut and suddenly it collapsed. Christa backed off, pulling both hands from their intimate nests. Jess was motionless on the couch.

Christa knelt upright and pulled me to her. Her lips, cheeks and jaw were covered in Jess' juices. Christa pushed her mouth to mine. I tasted my roommate for the first time. Greedily, I licked her clean. Christa took her hands still wet with juice and played with Jess's lips until she opened them. Christa fed her on her own essence.

Christa then pushed her fingers inside herself. She offered me two wet digits and I greedily sucked them clean. She repeated the process and offered her essence to Jess. With eyes spread wide, my roommate tasted another woman for the first time. She sucked Christa's fingers and then smiled.

We helped Jess back up onto the couch. I held her head in my lap and Christa pulled Jess' legs across her own lap. I reached for a throw and we covered Jess. She soon was sleeping.

I looked at the still naked redhead.

"Unbelievable," I said. 

"Yeah, pretty good," she replied with a smile.

"You're beautiful, Christa."

"Thanks. You know I want you, too."

"Yeah. I want you."

"Not right now though, ok?"

I looked down at Jess. 

"Soon?"

"Very."

Christa moved her body behind Jess and put her arms around her. I slipped a pillow under both of their heads, arranged the throw over them and moved to the kitchen.

While they slept, I cleaned up.

While drying the last pot I sensed motion and then felt a body pressed against me. Christa circled my waist with her arms and pulled me to her. 

"Mmm, you smell nice," she said.

"Must be the dish washing liquid." I quipped.

"No, it's you, Susan." She ran her hands over my breasts and then cupped my pussy. I swooned and she steadied me.

"Let's go to bed," she urged.

I turned in her arms and we kissed. My hands roamed over her naked back. My tongue played with hers as we took turns invading each other's mouths. 

She took my hand and led me to the living room. Jess was sitting up with the blanket at her lap and her breasts exposed. Her smile told me everything I needed to know about how it felt to have Christa make love to her.

"We're going to bed," said Christa, "Join us?"

"Are you sure? Maybe you two want to be alone."

I shook my head and Christa said, "It will better with the three of us."

Jess stood and with a naked woman on either side of me, we walked to my room. I pulled the covers back. Jess stood in front of me and began to undress me. As she undid the buttons on my blouse, Christa slipped it off. The redhead unclasped my bra and Jess pulled it away. Christa lifted my breasts and Jess kissed each nipple. Kneeling, Jess loosened my skirt and eased it past my hips. I now stood with just my panties.

Christa slipped her hand inside and touched my pussy. "Hot and damp," she said. "Take them off, Jess, then kiss her there."

Jess turned her eyes to meet mine. I could read the uncertainty and even fear. 

"Jess, honey, we will have time for that later. Right now, I want Christa to fuck me senseless."

Jess grinned and I thought I saw relief cross her face.

Stroking her cheek, I let Jess pull down my underwear. She ran her fingers over my trimmed pussy and touched my now engorged and sensitive lips. The moisture was running down my thighs.

"Let's get her in bed, Jess," said Christa.

I lay between them. Christa let her eyes roam over my body inch by inch. "You are fantastic. God, your boobs are incredible."

"Tell me about them," said Jess as she trailed her fingers across my nipples.

"I know I should build up to this little by little," said Christa, "but I can't."

She lowered her head between my legs and let her tongue travel the length of my labia. A long moan escaped my lips. Jess bent and started using her mouth on my breasts. Christa's tongue was now doing things that could only be described as decadent. My hips were rising to force my pussy hard against her tongue, while Jess was unrelenting on my nipples. When Christa thrust two fingers inside me, I called out and mashed her face to my crotch. 

Christa grabbed Jess's hand and placed it on my clit. Slowly my roommate played with the hard button. Christa pushed my legs up and over, so my pussy and butt were completely exposed. She licked from my clit, being ravaged by Jess's fingers, through my slit and down to my rim. No one had every stimulated me there before. As her tongue danced around the tight opening I realized why Jess had cried out before. I screamed.

In a second I felt a damp finger pushing against me. "God, she's wants to get inside my ass," I thought. Jess was staring at Christa's assault on my anus. My sphincter was still tight. Christa put her mouth around it and licked with her tongue. A feeling like none other in my life took control of me. I felt dirty, wanting and close to the edge. Her finger penetrated me and I came. Jess softened her rubbing of my clit as she sensed my orgasm. Christa increased her attack. She rammed her middle finger in deeper. I gasped and then inched my butt forward, encouraging this deeper penetration. Within a second, her finger was pistoning in and out of my ass. Her mouth was back on my pussy. I first thought I didn't want that tongue that had been on my rim licking my pussy. As her lips closed over my clit and her teeth gently bent down, I didn't give a damn where it had been. I wanted her mouth to devour my pussy. Christa did just that.

Jess was back at my nipples. Christa was fingering my ass, my canal and eating my clit. I could take no more. I cried out and gave into a massive orgasm. I felt liquid running out of my cunt and my clit throbbed. Bucking against the redhead between my legs, I let wave after wave sweep over me. 

I vaguely felt Christa's fingers retreating. Released, I curled into a ball. Covers were placed over me and everything went dark.

It was early morning before I rejoined the living. Alone in my bed, I reran the events of last night. Was it all a dream? Did my sexual fantasies take over my dreams? Stretching, I rolled to the side of the bed. I felt some soreness at my butt and knew that the sex of last night was quiet real.

I pulled a robe on and walked toward the kitchen in desperate need of coffee. The first thing I saw was a naked butt sticking in the air. Slowly a body straightened up. A body topped with luxurious red hair.

Christa continued a yoga exercise and I just stared. As she bent again, with her legs spread, I looked upon her neat labia surrounded by a mass of red curls. Her pink rosebud also was on display. I recalled the sensations of first her tongue and then her fingers playing with my back door. Never had I ever engaged in ass play. I never had any desire to do so. Looking at the puckered opening a few feet away, I began to change my opinion.

"Morning," I said as I approached Christa.

She stood up and turned. Her face was flushed with the result of her exercises. There was a light covering of sweat on her body. I looked at her tiny breasts and hard nipples. I envied the drops of perspiration clinging to the dark points.

Christa opened her arms and I stepped in. "Good morning. Sweet dreams?"

The crush of her lithe body against mine evoked sinful images. "Sweetest," I replied. Christa pressed her lips to mine and I responded. We held our embrace, letting our tongues become familiar once again. My hands moved of their own volition until they rested on her taut butt. She pushed her leg between mine, spreading the seam of my robe. When her naked thigh touched my pussy, I moaned into her mouth.

"For fuck's sake," cried Jess from the kitchen. "How about we at least have a cup of freaking coffee before you start fucking on the living room floor."

Christa pulled away and I saw the sparkle in her eyes.

"Jess, we're not fucking—yet. But, thanks for the idea."

Christa took my hand as we entered the kitchen area. On the way, she kissed Jess. I fixed us mugs and Christa poured in milk and added sugar. I needed mine black.

"Well," said Christa. "It's Sunday morning. I guess we could find a church or just fuck ourselves silly."

Jess and I stared at the naked vision in front of us. 

"I don't know any churches close to here," I said.

"Neither do I," added Jess. "So, that leaves us with...?"

It was past four when we all cried enough. Although Christa led Jess and me on an erotica adventure, strangely Jess and I did not really make love to each other. We played with boobs and clits, but neither of us went down on the other or even inserted a finger into each other. Not that we were lacking for oral action as Christa kept us both satisfied. 

Lying naked in Jess's bed, we were all catching our breath from the latest go around. Jess had crossed the last barrier and buried her head in Christa's thick, red muff at least twice. I think I passed out at one point, so it easily could have been more. For her part, Christa gave Jess and me orgasms that were mythical in intensity. I also spent some time with my face in Christa's crotch. It was a sweet time.

"Now, this is what I call a good old fashioned fuck fest," said Christa. "Sad to say, though, I have to go. I have a massive report due tomorrow and so I must drag my ugly butt home and get cracking."

"Not ugly," said Jess.

"Not by a long shot," I added. Christa rolled on her front and we each lavished kisses on the pale mounds.

Christa finally got up, took a quick shower and dressed in her panties and shirt. Her skirt was still drying, thought the stain was gone. I gave her a pair of sweats to wear. After multiple rounds of hugs and kisses, she left. I immediately felt the vacuum.