1 comments/ 24725 views/ 3 favorites Junior Year Ch. 01 By: fukensploogin I. Moving In August in Missouri is always terribly hot, except when it rains, and then it is just bloody hot. It is constantly humid, some of the worst humidity the North American continent can muster. He may have bitched about it a lot, but really, Logan didn't mind too much. The heat and humidity just meant that all summer long, the girls wore really short shorts and mid-riff baring tank tops and cute little sandals. He didn't want to know if it was over a hundred degrees on the day they were all moving into their new apartment. There were going to be five of them living in a four-bedroom place just a few blocks from campus. He liked the apartment a lot, and had signed on for a room before he even met his new roommates. It was big and somewhat furnished: dining room table, random assortment of thrift-store chairs, lots of old sofas in the living room. It had clearly been inhabited by college students for several years. He had vague memories of coming to a few parties here; it was a good space for keggers. He was the first to show up, early on a Friday morning in the middle of August, before the heat was too oppressive, intent on having first pick of the rooms in the apartment. He chose the room in the back. One of the two bathrooms was right next to it, and his bedroom door opened into the dining room. There was a door connecting his room to the adjacent bedroom. Both doors had locks. He only had a couple boxes of junk, mostly books and a Nintendo, a bag of clothes, his laptop computer, and a box fan for the window. His room had half a dozen tall windows. He dragged an old futon from the living room into his bedroom, found a milk crate to set up his computer on, and started making a list of things to try to find at the Goodwill to make his room a bit more livable. It was a little before noon when his new roommates started showing up. Lauren and Adam were the first. They had been a couple since high school, he discovered, and this was their junior year in college. They would be sharing a room down the hall from him. Lauren was a little fox, five-foot-four, light brown hair, perky tits and a tight round ass. Logan thought she could have done better than Adam, who seemed like a bit of a jock, at least six feet tall and solid muscle, but they had been together for years and if there was one thing he understood, it was the blindness inflicted by love. He helped them bring in their boxes from the U-Haul moving truck, which they had driven all the way from Virginia. He was happy to see they had brought a big T.V. and a Playstation, which were promptly hooked up in the living room. They also had a queen-size bed. Logan and Adam were both sweaty by the time they got it in the house. The heat from the sun was now at full blast. Lauren was running around the apartment in a short tan skirt and a tight yellow tank top, getting their bedroom in order and unpacking boxes while Logan and Adam finished bringing in the boxes. Logan learned that Adam was pre-med and did, in fact, work out. Lauren was going into veterinary medicine. She loved animals a lot. There was already talk of getting cats and a dog for the apartment. As Logan was pulling the last box from the U-Haul, a pick-up truck stopped in front of the apartment, and a short girl with dark cropped hair hopped out. "Which one is 1A?" she asked him. That was his apartment. "Up on the left. That's my place. I'm Logan," he said. "I'm Kitty! I guess I'm one of your new roommates. Looks like Lauren and Adam beat us here." She grabbed a backpack from the cab of the truck and ran inside. The driver, who Logan assumed was her boyfriend, got out. "I'm Brad," he said. "Logan. Are you living here, too?" "No, I'm on the soccer team. We have to live on campus. But you'll probably see me a lot. Kitty and Lauren have been friends forever, and me and Adam go way back." "Right on," Logan said. "Does she have a lot of stuff to bring in?" "Not too much. I'll get it. You look like you've been hauling Adam's shit all afternoon." Logan realized he was pretty sweaty and hot. "Yeah, I guess so." "Is that place air-conditioned?" "I wish." Kitty and Lauren came out the front door and bounded down the steps. They grabbed Kitty's bags from the bed of the truck and ran back inside. Logan and Brad followed them in. Kitty had claimed the room next to Lauren and Adam's. Their rooms were connected by a door, like Logan's and the one unclaimed room. Brad got Adam to help him bring in Kitty's bed from the truck. Logan went back to his room. He ripped his list out of a notebook and grabbed his keys. He stopped by Kitty's room on the way out. "I'm going to the Goodwill to see if I can find any deals," he told them. "Have fun," Kitty said. "See if you can find an air-conditioner," Lauren said. "I think we might have to all pitch in and get a new one," he said. "I'll be back in a while." Logan passed Adam and Brad at the front door, bringing in Kitty's bed, a twin. A little while later, Adam and Brad left to take the U-Haul to its rental center, leaving Kitty and Lauren alone. It was getting late in the afternoon, but it was still really humid and hot. Lauren was the first to say it: "Well, Logan's pretty hot." "I know, I was hoping for some dork so I wouldn't be tempted when Brad was gone," Kitty said. "Me too," Lauren replied. "He's probably got a girlfriend, though." "I bet he's a player," Kitty said. "He can play with me anytime he wants," Lauren said, giggling. "Lauren! Be careful what you wish for!" "You're right. I love Adam, I would never cheat on him." "Is that why you two have been on again, off again since you got to college? Just remember that you signed a lease to live with him for the next nine months." "Yeah..." There was a knock on the front door. "That must be roommate number five," Kitty said. The girls went to the door and opened it. Standing there was a girl, taller than both of them, with long straight dark hair, tan skin, and big brown eyes. She was dressed like them: short shorts and tight tank top, which barely contained her big round breasts. "Hi, I'm Hanna," she said with a charming smile. "You must be my flatmates." "I'm Lauren." "I'm Kitty. The boys will be back soon." "Boys?" Hanna asked. "I didn't know there would be boys living here." "My boyfriend Adam," Lauren said, "and this guy Logan. There's only one bedroom left, let me show it to you." "Thanks," Hanna said. She followed the girls into the apartment, and Lauren took her to her new room, the one with the door that connected to Logan's. "This place is huge!" Hanna said, as they walked through the living room and dining room. They came to her room, and she dropped her bag inside. "Wanna help me drag a sofa in here for me to sleep on for a few nights?" After inspecting all of the half dozen or so sofas in the living room, Hanna picked one with a pull-out bed and the girls pushed it through the apartment and into Hanna's room. "I've got a blow-up mattress, but this'll be way better, at least until I can get a decent bed." After that, Hanna went back out to her car, and Kitty and Lauren helped her bring in her bags and boxes. The last thing to get brought in was her electric keyboard. "How long have you been playing?" Kitty asked her. "For as long as I can remember," Hanna said. "I'm a music major." "That must be fun. Logan will be happy to meet you. I think he plays the guitar," Lauren said. "Yeah, I saw that Stratocaster in his room. Do you play, or is that Adam's guitar in your room?" "Oh, that's Adam's. But he doesn't really play. He picks it up every now and then, but he can't play a lick." The front door opened, and Brad and Adam came through, each carrying a case of cheap beer. They were introduced to Hanna, and everybody opened a beer. It was late in the afternoon, still hot and muggy. All the windows in the apartment were opened. A few fans were turned on to get the air flowing, but it didn't really help. Adam, Brad, Lauren and Kitty rearranged the sofas and recliners in the living room and then lounged about, drinking, while Hanna turned on her stereo to the local classic rock station and went about setting up her new room. Logan came back to find Lauren, Adam, Kitty and Brad engaged in a heated four-player Mario Kart battle, well into their second beers. He enlisted Brad's help in dragging in the secondhand desk he had obtained from the Goodwill, and found the door connecting his room and Hanna's open. Brad went back to the video games and he went and poked his head into Hanna's room. "Hi," he said. "I'm Logan." Hanna was bent over, rummaging through one of her boxes. He had a splendid view of her tight round ass and long tan legs. She turned and looked at him, smiled, and stood up. "I'm Hanna," she said, walking over to him. Logan couldn't believe his luck. All three of the girls he would be living with were incredibly attractive, especially this one. "Nice to meet you," she said, extending her hand. He shook it, smiling. "I like your choice in music." "Everyone knows rock and roll hit its peak in 1974," she replied. "Well before either of us was even born," he said. "Just because I'm nineteen doesn't mean I can't have good taste in music," she said. She grabbed her beer from the top of a box next to her sofa-bed and took a swig. "Looks like you need better taste in beer," he said. "Tell that to Adam and Brad. They brought this swill home." "Being a broke-ass college student is hard. Gotta settle for cheap-ass beer." "It does the trick," Hanna said, taking another drink. "Yeah. Hey, is it gonna be a problem if I smoke in my room?" he asked her. "Smoke what?" she asked, raising an eyebrow and grinning a fiendish grin. He smiled. "Little green flowers," he replied. "I'll smoke my cigarettes outside while it's warm." "You can smoke, but only if you promise to share every once in a while. Otherwise I'm gonna call the cops," she said, and winked. "Hey, do you think those other kids smoke buds?" "Didn't really seem like it. I think they're drinkers," Hanna said. "Well, maybe we'll be able to change after a little while." "You never know," she said. She took another swig from her beer, grimaced at it and set it down again. "Budweiser is horse-piss," she said, glaring at the can. "That's what I'm saying." There was a knock at Kitty's door. "Come in!" Kitty called. It was Adam. "You guys want another beer?" he asked them. They giggled and agreed, and went out and hung out with the others in the living room. It was getting to be evening, and had cooled down a bit. Hanna turned off her stereo, and everybody hung out and passed around the controllers for the Nintendo. As they got drunker, they decided on some general rules for the house. They'd work together to keep the place clean. The bills would all be posted on the refrigerator, and everyone would be responsible for an equal share. It was decided that everyone would give Logan their shares and he would send in the big check for each bill. They decided to get digital cable for the TV. There would be no smoking in the common areas except during parties, which they planned to throw at least once a month. The food and drinks in the refrigerator in the kitchen was for everyone, and everyone would give Hanna twenty dollars a month for groceries. They all had meal plans at school, so they wouldn't need too much. A grocery list would be posted on the refrigerator. The boys would be responsible for the alcohol, because none of the girls were old enough to legally purchase or consume it. They all had a good laugh as everyone finished their beers and Lauren and Kitty went to get more cans for the group. They weren't sure what else they would need, so they decided that anyone could call a house meeting at anytime for any reason, to be convened as soon as everyone was available. The sun went down, the night air was cool. They continued with their drunken Mario Kart revelry. Eventually, Kitty and Brad retired to Kitty's room. Lauren was drunkenly clinging to Adam, and they soon said good night to Logan and Hanna and went to their bedroom. Logan looked at Hanna, smiled. "What do you say we smoke a bowl?" he asked her. She was quick to agree. They drunkenly stumbled through the dining room to Logan's room, and sat down on his futon while he packed a bowl in his glass hash pipe. She took a swig of her beer, and he offered her the greens on the bowl. "Thank you," she said, and took the bowl and lighter and took a good-sized hit before handing it back to him. Suddenly, from the other side of the apartment, they heard squeaking bedsprings, a steady rhythm. Hanna giggled. Logan took a hit from the pipe, held it in as he handed it back to her. "Do you hear that?" "Yup," he said, blowing pot smoke rings out of his mouth. "Do you want to turn on some music? I didn't realize the walls were so thin." "I think we should go out into the living room and get a better listening experience," Hanna suggested. "We should finish this bowl first," he said. They took turns hitting the pipe, until it was cashed. By the time they were finished, they could clearly hear both Lauren and Kitty's ecstatic cries and moans, and Brad and Adam's grunts and sounds of flesh slapping against flesh. "Damn, they're like rabbits," Hanna said. They tip-toed out to the living room and sat together on a sofa. Logan had a raging hard on, both from the sounds emanating from the fucking going on and from Hanna's clearly hard nipples, poking through her thin white tank top and lacy bra. Lauren and Kitty were each getting louder. "I wonder if they're competing," Logan said. "Surely they can hear each other," Hanna said. She up-ended her beer, finishing it. Logan did the same. The beds were really squeaking now. Logan readjusted his cock inside his jeans. Hanna noticed but didn't say anything. "Want another beer?" she asked. "Sure," he said. She got up and sauntered away to get their beers, and he watched her walk away, unable to tear his eyes from her heavenly legs and ass. When Hanna came back, the girls were starting to come, and loudly! Lauren was the first, and Kitty came almost immediately after she did. Logan and Hanna opened their beers. The grunting from the boys grew more intense, and each yelled out their orgasms within a couple minutes, after some more heated, rapid bed-squeaking. "I think I need a cigarette after that," Hanna said, giggling. They went out to the back door, sat down with their beers on the steps of the fire escape, and lit their cigarettes. "Well, was it good for you?" she asked. Logan laughed. "That was way hot," he said. "I can certainly tell you enjoyed it." "I'm not the only one with a voyeur streak." "I just like to listen," Hanna insisted, drawing smoke from her cigarette. "Sure you do." "Hey, tomorrow we should jam. I want to see if you can keep up with me," Hanna said, changing the subject. Logan was relieved. "Sounds good," he said. "I'm dying to see if we have any chemistry. Musically, I mean." "Sure you do," Hanna said, and threw her cigarette out in the parking lot. Logan crushed his under his heel, and followed her inside. They said goodnight to each other just as they heard the beds on the other side of the apartment start squeaking again. Junior Year Ch. 02 II While the Boys Are Away... Lauren and Kitty decided to spend their Saturday evening together, getting drunk and relaxing after a day spent on campus running around, buying books, and catching up with their old dorm friends from last year. Adam and Brad were out at the bars with the soccer team, partying. They hadn't seen Logan or Hanna all day, and had no idea where they could be. They were sitting on the bed in Lauren's room, lounging in the pajamas, loose little shorts and tight little tee-shirts. After catching up on all the gossip about their friends from the year before, and after they had each put down a couple beers, their conversation turned to the events of the night before. "I had no idea the walls were so thin here!" Lauren said. "I had no idea you were so damn loud when you were getting fucked!" Kitty shot back. "Don't lie. I can't help that it feels so damn good," Lauren replied. "Is Adam really that big?" "Well, he just hits all my good spots. At least he did last night." "Well, listening to you hit all my good spots last night," Kitty said. " I only got so into it because I could hear you! And because I knew Logan and Hanna could hear, too." "You're such an exhibitionist," Kitty said, gulping down some beer. "You're no better," Lauren shot back. She up-ended her beer and finished it. She tried to stand up but was unsteady and fell back on the bed, falling into Kitty. "I'll go get more beer, you goddamn lightweight." Kitty stood up, finished her beer, took Lauren's can, and walked off to the kitchen. She returned with a can for each of them. She opened one and handed it to Lauren, who took a big gulp and smiled a goofy grin. "So, last night after all the fireworks were over, Brad suggested that you and me and him have a threesome." Lauren started laughing. "Oh yeah? I don't think Adam would be too happy about that. He's always insisted on having me all to himself. I mean, I've always insisted on having him all to myself, too." "So you tell him everything?" Kitty asked. "Well, not everything," Lauren admitted. "But I think you know everything." "Do you think he tells you everything?" "Yeah, I trust him." Kitty suddenly leaned in and kissed Lauren full on the lips, grabbing her head and kissing her good and long. Lauren tried to pull away, and then Kitty let go of her. "Are you gonna tell him about that?" "Kitty! You kissed me! I thought we had an agreement!" "I won't let Adam find out. Besides, you're the sexiest girl I know," Kitty replied. She leaned in and tried to kiss Lauren again. "Kitty, stop," she said. Kitty continued, and Lauren tried to pull away from her, and wound up falling onto her back on the bed. Kitty pounced and was right on top of her. "Does Adam have to know everything? Do you tell him everything that we talk about? I've told you a lot of things in the strictest of confidence, Lauren McCain." Kitty was straddling her now, across her belly. "No, Kitty, of course not, I would never tell him your secrets, those things are between us!" "Then lets keep this between us," Kitty said, and leaned down and kissed Lauren again, full on the lips. Lauren squirmed for a moment, until Kitty's tongue flicked across her lips, and her mouth opened, and then their tongues touched, and in that moment all the love Lauren had for Kitty took a sudden sexual turn, and she felt Kitty's gentle hands on her neck and shoulders, caressing her, and their tongues danced and Kitty's body slid down, still straddling her, fully pressed against her, their tits pushed together and rubbing in the most wonderful way, and Lauren decided that yeah, this could be their little secret too. They kissed and kissed and kissed, and then their hands started wandering, and by the time Lauren thought about stopping it was already too late; Kitty's fingers had found her clit, and those wonderful sensations flooded her. Her little shorts were on the floor, and she had nothing underneath, and then Kitty's finger was inside her, and then two fingers were inside her, and Kitty's lips were all over her body, and her shirt was pulled up and Kitty was sucking on her nipples and sliding those two fingers in and out of her pussy in the most wonderful way, hitting spots Adam's cock only wished it could find, and Lauren was surprised at the speed with which Kitty brought her to her orgasm, and she couldn't help but cry out for more, and Kitty was only too happy to give her exactly what she wanted. Lauren was about to come again when they heard the door open. Lauren was snapped back to reality in an instant, and Kitty, too. Her fingers left, Lauren's shirt was pulled back down, Kitty helped her pull her shorts on, all in a few seconds. Lauren was still breathing hard. They looked at each other, and listened intently. They looked at the clock next to Lauren's bed. It was just after eleven. "There's no way they would be back from the bars this early," Kitty whispered. She grabbed her beer and took a drink. Lauren took a couple drinks, and gathered her courage. "Adam?" she called out. "Uh, no, it's Hanna." "And Logan." Lauren and Kitty heaved sighs of relief. They went out into the living room, where Logan and Hanna had just put a DVD in the Playstation to watch. They were sitting on the sofa in front of the TV. "What did you get?" Kitty asked them. "You two want a beer?" Lauren offered. "Sure," Hanna replied. Logan nodded, and Lauren stumbled off to the kitchen. "We got Streets of Fire," Logan said. "What's that?" Kitty asked. "It's a rock 'n' roll myth," he replied. Kitty looked at Hanna questioningly, but she only shrugged. "I've never seen it." Lauren came back with a couple beers, handed one to Logan and one to Hanna. "Do you girls want to smoke with us?" Hanna asked them. "Huh?" Lauren said. "Some weed," Hanna said. Lauren suddenly realized that Logan was rolling a joint. "Oh, um, no, thanks," Lauren said. "Lauren, c'mon, it'll be fun," Kitty said. Lauren looked at her. "I'm already plenty drunk," Lauren replied, half-slurring her words together. "Kitty, can I talk to you?" she said suddenly, and started walking towards her room. "Uh, sure," Kitty said. "We'll be back in a few minutes," she whispered to Hanna and Logan before following Lauren into her room. As soon as she closed the door behind her, Lauren wrapped her arms around her and kissed her, hard. Kitty was quick to kiss back. "We weren't done," Lauren whispered. "But we need to be quiet," she said. "Okay," Kitty replied, putting her index finger up to her lips and smiling wickedly. They kissed again, and then fell together onto Lauren's bed. Logan and Hanna heard them crash onto the bed. "You girls all right in there?" Logan called out. "Yes!" came the reply. "We're gonna smoke this!" Kitty yelled at them. "Go ahead!" Logan and Hanna looked at each other. "What do you think is going on in there?" Logan whispered to Hanna. "They're drunk and silly," Hanna replied. "C'mon, let's go smoke this," Logan said. They got back and went back to Hanna's room, and sat down on the sofa-bed, which was still pulled out. It was underneath open windows, so they lit the joint and blew the smoke outside. "Do you hear that?" Hanna whispered as Logan puffed on the joint. He handed it to her, holding in his hit. "What?" "Listen." And there it was. Quieter than the night before, but unmistakable: Lauren, moaning. "I had no idea," Hanna said. "I usually have excellent gaydar." Logan turned on Hanna's stereo. "Maybe it's their first time. We'll let them enjoy it, huh? They're obviously trying to keep quiet." The continued smoking their joint. "God, I wish I could see them!" Hanna said. "Me too," Logan agreed. "I didn't know you were into girls," he said. "I'm into everyone," she said. "It's just so hard to find the right people sometimes. So many people get so attached, and there's always all this drama and bullshit. I gave up on trying to have relationships a while ago." "So what are you trying to find?" he asked her. She puffed on the joint, thinking, blew out the smoke, and said: "I want to have fun. I want to go out on dates. I want good hot sex. What every girl wants. I just don't want to feel tied down. Maybe tied up, sometimes, but not tied down to a person, or an idea, or some outmoded idea of sexuality." "You are wiser than your nineteen years would suggest," Logan said, and puffed on the joint, taking a deep hit. "And what about you?" she asked. "What about me? I learned a few years ago that my writing suffers tremendously when I'm happy and in a relationship and things are stable. But I'm like you: I want to have fun, take girls out, have awesome sex." "Sounds like we're on the same page. You're not just saying that because you want to fuck me, are you?" she asked, sliding her leg over his thigh. He looked her in her eyes. "Maybe," he said, "but I'll never tie you down." "And you won't get jealous if I go out with other boys, or girls?" "As long as you don't get jealous when I go out with other girls," he replied. So she leaned in and kissed him, and he greedily kissed her back. She swung her leg across his lap, and then she was straddling him. Their hands groped each other as they kissed. She pulled his tee-shirt over his head, and he fondled her large breasts. Her tank top joined his shirt on the floor, and her bra was quick to follow. "I've been wanting to fuck you since I saw you," she said. "I know the feeling," he replied, as she pulled away from him, sliding down him, rubbing her tits against his bare torso, tugging at the fly on his jeans and pulling them down to his ankles. She grabbed the band of his boxer shorts and pulled them down, too, exposing his cock, which was standing at attention. She grabbed it, wrapping her lithe hand around it, moving her hand up and down, and he moaned, and then her mouth descended on the head and she took it in her mouth, wrapping her full pink lips around it, sliding her tongue up and down it, and then taking it fully into her mouth, until it hit the back of her throat. With her free hand she pulled down her shorts and thong at the same time, and continued to suck on his hard thick cock for a few more moments, before traveled back up his body, straddling him, holding his cock and guiding the head to her wet entrance. She rubbed the shaft against her pussy lips, and reached for her purse, which was on the floor next to the sofa-bed. She quickly found a condom, tore it open with her teeth, and slid it onto his hard cock. "I'll have to remember to get the Magnums," she said, when it was fully on him and only encased three-quarters of his cock. "But I think this will work for now," she said, and guided the head into her, slowly, taking it inch by inch. They kissed again, but then she put her hands on his chest and slowly ground against his cock, letting it fill her, and he used both his hands on her breasts, gently pinching her nipples. They both let out loud moans when his cock finally was fully buried inside her, and he squeezed her tits and she moved her hips in slow circles. His hands traveled down her body, all over her, finally reaching around and cupping her butt, and she started moving up and down on his cock, slowly, and she cried out each time it was buried fully inside her pussy. He looked down and watched his cock enter her and pull out, and she slowly picked up speed, and Logan watched her tits bounce as she fucked him, and they were both moaning their pleasure. The next time he looked down to watch his cock enter her, though, he saw that it was no longer encased in the condom. "The condom broke," he told her, grabbing her hips and stopping her. "Shit," she said, and pulled off him, letting his cock drop out. She rolled onto her back and fingered herself for a moment, and then pulled out the shredded condom. She tossed it in a little trashcan next to the sofa-bed. They kissed again, and she said: "Titty-fuck me." She didn't have to tell him twice. He got on top of her, straddling her just below her breasts, and he pressed his cock against her chest and grabbed her tits with his hands, pushing them together around his cock. She took her tits in her hands and Logan started thrusting his cock between her breasts. "Oh yeah, c'mon big boy, come all over Hanna's big titties," she said, mewling as he thrust between her tits, picking up some speed, his cock slick from her spit and pussy juices. Within moments his cock started to spasm, and he pulled back and grabbed it and aimed the head at her heaving breasts, which she still held together, and shot his seed onto her tits in thick gooey gobs. He rolled off her and lay on his back next to her, and she scooped the jism off her tits with her fingers and put it in her mouth, sucking her fingers dry each time. "You taste good," she said, almost as an afterthought. "I'm glad you like it," he replied, his hands on her body again, traveling down to her crotch, which was smooth save for the strip of curly dark hairs just above her clit. He slowly rubbed her clit in small circles as she continued eating his seed, and she started moaning. Soon she was clean, and her body started writhing from the pleasure his fingers were building inside her. He slid a finger inside her, and then another, and she reached down and continued rubbing her clit while he slid his fingers in and out of her dripping pussy. He dragged the tips of his fingers along her upper wall, and soon she was crying out, and before he knew it she was coming hard, her pussy clenching at his fingers. "I hate to say it," she said, as she was basking in her afterglow, "but I could get used to this." He put his arm around her and held her close to him. "You're not getting attached after one time, are you?" "Never," she said. "But I will keep using you for sex. And your weed." "Speaking of, I totally need a cigarette." "Let's roll up a couple spliffs," she suggested, and they dragged themselves from her bed, put their clothes back on, and went outside for a smoke. As they walked out to the front door, to sit out on the steps and smoke, they could hear the moaning from Lauren and Kitty. They decided to go get some bigger condoms after they enjoyed their smokes. Junior Year Ch. 03 III. An Innocent Fantasy It turned out that Lauren and Hanna had a class together on Tuesday and Thursday afternoons. The class was Introduction to Sociology. They sat in the back of the lecture hall and spent most of the class passing notes back and forth. By Thursday afternoon, they had grown to be really good friends, certainly more than just flat-mates. The notes they wrote back and forth in their notebooks started out innocently enough, gossip and goofiness, but soon turned to more randy subjects. Hanna told Lauren about how she was bisexual, which she had discovered while going to an all-girls Catholic high school, and messing around with the other girls in the locker room after field hockey practice, and in the dressing rooms during rehearsals for plays. She encouraged Lauren to explore that side of her, especially with someone she was so close with, like Kitty. Lauren told Hanna about how she had always been with Adam, since she was a sophomore in high school. They were together for about a year before they had sex, but once they did, there was no going back, for either of them. They had explored some of his fantasies, which typically involved her performing sex acts for him in semi-public places, like the park (far away from other people) or in the car, or at the pool. He wasn't very good at acting out her fantasies, though. She wanted him to take her, and have his way with her, in spite of her protesting and begging him not to do it. He had done it a couple times, but it had made him uncomfortable, he said. He wasn't interested in feeling like he was raping her. She admitted they had been through rough spots and had even broken up a couple times in the last year, but always got back together. Lauren and Hanna were both on the pill. They hated it, but they both figured the mood swings were better than getting pregnant. Hanna liked having a regular period. Lauren was especially fond of not having to use a condom with Adam. She liked feeling him shoot inside her. Hanna had always, religiously used condoms, and had never had the pleasure. They were both big fans of tight, lacy lingerie, and decided they should go shopping for some soon. After class, Lauren went to the library to meet up with Adam. Hanna walked back to the apartment. As she walked and listened to the music on her I-Pod, she couldn't get Lauren out of her head; especially thoughts of Adam taking Lauren and having his way with her, even as she cried out for him to stop, even as she cried for him not to rape her. Another thought crossed her mind; she smiled a wicked grin as a plan presented itself to her. ***** Lauren got to the library and found Adam at his usual stall. He liked to study and do his homework in the library, away from all the distractions (particularly, her; she could be quite distracting when she wanted his attention, which was fairly often). He had just finished, so they went to one of the dining halls to get dinner. Lauren hadn't told him about what had happened with her and Kitty. She felt insanely guilty for hiding it from him, but she knew how upset he would be. She always felt guilty after she cheated. And he would consider it cheating, she knew. He had told her so, repeatedly: he loved her, and he didn't want to ever share her. She had always returned the sentiment. She tried to push the thoughts out of her mind, putting it all down to being drunk and his being gone that night, not being there to keep her satisfied like she needed. She always got horny when she was intoxicated! It loosened her inhibitions. She decided that Kitty had taken advantage of her. That bitch! They'd had an agreement, after the summer they had, that if they were going to live together and live with Lauren's boyfriend, the fooling around had to stop! Although, she had to admit to herself, Adam certainly hadn't given her an orgasm like that since... well, she couldn't actually remember Adam ever giving her an orgasm like that! Adam told her during dinner that he was going to go work out with Brad later that evening. He said something about going to the bars with him and some of his buddies from the soccer team, and Lauren said she had plenty of homework to do, anyway. After they ate, they walked back to the apartment, and a little while later, Brad came by and picked up Adam, and they were off. Logan was picking at his guitar in the living room, lost in the notes in his headphones, which were plugged into his Stratocaster. Kitty was at her job, working late at the library. Hanna was in her room, the door closed and the volume on her stereo up loud. Lauren got comfortable in her bed and opened up a textbook to do her reading for the next day's biology class. About an hour later there was a knock at her open door and Hanna poked her head in. "Hey, Lauren, I want to show you something," she said. "What is it?" "Just come on, let me show you," Hanna said. Lauren stuck her notebook inside her textbook and closed it and got off her bed. She followed Hanna down the hall into her room. The stereo was still on, fairly loud. "What is it?" Lauren asked again, looking around the room. "Whoa, that's cool," she said, seeing what Hanna had done with her bed. She had hung three tapestries from the ceiling, around her sofa-bed, creating a makeshift canopy. "Oh, thanks," Hanna said. "The sun comes in right through that window and wakes me up at the break of dawn. It was really annoying. Besides, I always wanted to feel like a princess with a canopy around my bed. "That's really awesome, I love it!" "Thanks. Now shut the door," Hanna said. Lauren did. Hanna was rummaging through her closet. Lauren came over and stood next to her. Most of what was hanging up were shirts and pants and a few dresses, but at one end, the end Hanna was searching through, were several lacy negligees, in white, red, pink and black, and a couple in shades of blue and green and yellow. She pulled out a white one, a little lacy halter-top. "Here," Hanna said. "Wear it when Adam comes home tonight." "Hanna! I can't wear your lingerie!" "Sure you can! I got this when I was in high school, I bet it'll fit you great. Why don't you try it on, and we'll make sure it fits." "Hanna, really, I can't," Lauren stammered. "Lauren, I insist. At least try it on." She practically put the hanger in Lauren's hands. "Well, all right," Lauren said, and took the halter-top, and turned around to go to her room. "No, put it on in here," Hanna insisted. "But..." "You'll have to come back anyway to show it to me so I know it fits. You don't want Logan to see you in it and get the wrong idea, do you?" "Well, no, but—" "Just put it on. You can go hide inside on the bed if you're feeling shy." "All right," Lauren said meekly, and walked over to the bed. She pulled aside one of the tapestries and got on the bed. She pulled off her tee-shirt and unhooked her bra, and then slid off her shorts, leaving her in just her white thong. She stood up on the bed and pulled the little halter dress on. She had been a little worried that her breasts would be too small to wear something of Hanna's, but the negligee clung tightly to her in all the right spots. Hanna must have been her size when she was in high school. The bottom of the negligee came down just below her butt, and she loved it. She felt innocent all in white, but very sexy at the same time. "So?" Hanna asked. "I love it!" Lauren said. Hanna poked her head inside, and grinned when she saw Lauren standing on her bed. She came inside and stood in front of her on the bed. Lauren felt very self-conscious at first, with Hanna's eyes taking in every luscious inch of her. Then she saw the lust in Hanna's eyes, and she took a step back, and her arms came up in a vain attempt to cover herself. Hanna stepped forward quickly, and grabbed her arms. "Hanna, stop," Lauren begged, and Hanna pushed Lauren down onto her knees on the bed. "You look so good, Lauren," Hanna said. "White is such a good color for you." Hanna pressed her face against Lauren's, their lips coming together. Lauren tried to pull away, shaking her head, and Hanna shoved her down onto her side on the bed. "No, Hanna, don't," Lauren said as Hanna got on top of her, rolling Lauren onto her back and grabbing her tits through the flimsy lace material. Lauren squirmed underneath her, trying to push her hands away from her chest. Hanna leaned down and kissed Lauren again, and Lauren turned her head away from her, and Hanna squeezed her tits again, hard, and a slight moan escaped Lauren's mouth, unbidden. "I knew you'd like it," Hanna said, and leaned in and started kissing and sucking on the side of Lauren's neck. Hanna's left thigh was pressed firmly between Lauren's legs, rubbing against her pussy. "No, Hanna, please, stop," Lauren moaned, even as she started grinding her crotch against Hanna's leg. Hanna's tongue played up and down her neck. "No, please, Adam will be back soon, he can't find us like this, please—" "Adam needs to know you're a slut, Lauren," Hanna whispered in her ear. "No..." Lauren moaned, as Hanna's lips moved down and then up her neck, and her tongue flicked at her ear for a moment before she started kissing across Lauren's face, finally coming back to her lips, and this time, Lauren kissed her back. Lauren's hands started clutching at Hanna, at her tank top and shorts, and then Hanna pulled away suddenly, and knelt, upright, and pulled off her shirt, letting her tits fall free, and Lauren's hands greedily reached for them, and Hanna moaned as Lauren squeezed her globes, and Hanna slid her shorts down her legs and kicked them off, leaving her in just her pink thong underwear. Lauren sat up and kissed Hanna again, their tongues fighting between their open mouths, and Lauren pulled at Hanna's thong, sliding it down her butt and thighs. Hanna kicked it off and then pulled off Lauren's white thong, and they sat facing each other, their legs intertwined, and they pressed their pussies together, and two sets of lips were kissing wetly. Hanna pulled the lace holding Lauren's tits to the sides, exposing her perky tits and pressing them together wonderfully, and their hands wandered their bodies freely, quickly, groping and pulling at nipples, squeezing butt cheeks, and always kissing, kissing, their pussies rubbing together, mixing their juices, their clits hitting each other. They finally pulled their pussies apart and their hands went down to each others' clit, rubbing frantically, moaning ecstatically into their mouths, and then their fingers found their way into their soaking wet openings, and they finger-fucked each other to frantic orgasms, and afterward they lay next to each other, lazily exploring their bodies for awhile, until Hanna reminded Lauren that her boyfriend would be home soon to fuck her in that little white negligee. Hanna put her tee shirt and shorts back on. "I'll go distract Logan, and you can just run into your room, okay?" Lauren only nodded, and Hanna went out to the living room, still flush from her orgasm. Lauren followed after a few moments, peaking out to see that Logan had his back to her, his guitar sitting on the sofa next to him, and she could see that Hanna was on her knees in front of him, and from the Logan's moans, Lauren knew that Hanna was sucking him off. For a brief moment, she considered joining them, but knew it was entirely too dangerous, that Adam would walk in just as Logan was fucking her (that thought caused a whole new rush of blood to her loins), and she quickly tip-toed to her room and got in her bed, under the covers, and played with herself while she waited for Adam to come back and fuck her. Junior Year Ch. 04 IV. Let's Get High The first week back at school was finally over. It was a balmy Friday night. Storm clouds hung low and threatening, and the humidity was thick in the air. Kitty and Brad were at a barbeque/day long house party on the other side of campus with the soccer team. After they had dinner, Adam told Lauren he needed to go back to the library to get a head start on an extra credit assignment. He said it wouldn't take too long, and that he'd be back at the apartment by six that evening. Lauren came home to find Logan and Hanna playing music together in his room, Hanna on her keyboard and Logan on his acoustic guitar. Lauren sat down on Logan's futon and listened to them play for a while, and then they stopped to figure out their plans for the evening. "I don't really know," Lauren said. "Adam said he'd be home around six, but he didn't say what we were gonna do. I know Kitty and Brad are at some party with the soccer team, they've been there all day. What are you guys gonna do?" "I was thinking of doing a roadie, but I think it's gonna rain like hell," Logan said. "A roadie?" Lauren asked. "Short little road trip, drive around, get stoned, listen to music," Logan replied. "Sounds good to me," Hanna said. "Call me crazy, but I'm not really in the mood to get trashed." "Yeah, me neither," Lauren said. "What do you say, want to take a roadie with us?" Logan asked Lauren. Hanna looked at her. "I don't know," Lauren said, "Adam's never been a big fan of smoking weed." "And what about you?" Hanna asked. "Well, I smoked it a few times..." "Well, tell you what," Logan said. "If the rain holds off, we'll go around seven. That'll give me some time to figure out where we should go. You can decide then if you want to go." "All right," Lauren said. "Hey, why don't you bang on that djimbe drum and play with us?" Hanna suggested. "Cool," Lauren said, as Hanna placed the djimbe in front of her. "Just put down a simple rhythm, we'll join in," Logan said. They played music for almost an hour, until Lauren realized it was six-thirty and Adam still wasn't back. Seven o'clock rolled around, and still no sign of Adam, so when Logan and Hanna said they were going on their roadie, Lauren decided to join them. They all three piled into the front bench seat of Logan's car, and left. ***** Adam got back to apartment around 8:30, much later than he told Lauren he'd be. He found the place empty. It was a Friday night; he knew Brad and Kitty had been at the soccer team's bar-be-que all day, and he figured Logan and Hanna were out partying or getting high or doing whatever the fuck they did. But where was Lauren? He opened his cell phone and called her. "Hey, where are you?" he asked as soon as she answered. "I'm out with Logan and Hanna," she said, "we're just driving around. Where have you been?" "Are you stoned?" he asked. Something was funny about her voice, and he didn't really trust her alone with those potheads Logan and Hanna. "Uh, uh, no, where were you? We waited for you." "You are stoned, aren't you? When are you going to be back?" "Later," she said, and hung up on him. "That bitch!" he said, to no one. "Well, shit." He sat down on a sofa and flipped on the TV. He got a beer from the fridge and drank it while watching a baseball game. He finished it and got another one. He felt the buzz coming on as he finished the second beer, and while he was at the fridge getting his third, the front door opened. "Hello?" Kitty called out. "Anyone home?" "Hey Kitty," he said from the kitchen. "Want a beer?" "Oh, uh, sure," she said. He grabbed one for her and went out to the living room. "How was the bar-be-que?" he asked as he handed her the beer. She was looking good: short pleated denim skirt, frayed at the hem, which fell on her upper thigh, tight little tee-shirt, low cut to reveal some great cleavage from her push-up bra, and short, showing off a sexy dangling belly ring. "You look good," he said. "Thanks. The party was fun. I'm so drunk, I need to sit down." She plopped down on the sofa, and he sat down next to her. She opened her beer and took a slug, and he did the same. "Baseball, huh?" "Yeah, it's a good game." "Cardinals and Cubs always put on a good show." "It's true. Where's Brad?" "He went back to the dorm. They have an early practice tomorrow." "Hence the daytime party." "Yeah. Where's Lauren?" "Driving around getting high with Logan and Hanna," Adam grumbled. "What? Really? Are you serious? You let her?" "She was gone when I got home. I was pretty late getting here." "Oh," she slid closer to Adam, rubbed her smooth bare leg against his blue jeans. "When are they gonna be back?" "I don't know. Probably not for a couple hours." "That's a shame," she said, and put a hand on his thigh. "But we haven't gotten to hang out together in a long time, huh?" "No," he said, and instantly remembered what had happened the last time they had been alone together, and blood started rushing to his cock. Her hand trailed lazily up his thigh. "You know, I think I'm more than drunk enough for you to really take advantage of this situation," she slurred, taking another drink, her hand sliding up his thigh to his crotch. She rubbed his hard cock through his jeans. "I know how much you want me, Adam, I see you checking me out in the mornings." "I check you out all the time," he said. Her hand clumsily found the fly of his pants and tugged at it. He unbuttoned his jeans for her, and in the next moment his cock found its way out of the hole in the front of his boxers. Kitty descended on it in an instant, taking it in her mouth, sucking first on the head and then slowly sliding her lips down his engorged prick. He moaned and she started moving her head up and down, sucking hard on him. She had never done this before. They few times they had been drunk enough to fool around, they had only made out. This was a whole new level, and Adam wondered—hoped—how far it would go tonight. She grabbed a hold of his cock with her hand and started licking all over the head and exposed shaft as she pumped his cock with her hand. She let go of him and clumsily got on her knees on the floor before him, and continued her oral ministrations. It wasn't long at all before she was sucking the cum from him, and swallowing it down, his hands on her head, holding her down so that her mouth was around the base of his cock and the head was spasming just inside her throat. When he finished shooting his load, he let go of her head, but she continued sucking him, pulling every last drop out of him. She finally took it out of her mouth, and then fell on her butt on the floor. "Brad's one lucky guy," Adam remarked, still breathing heavy from the intense orgasm. "You're the one getting lucky tonight," Kitty said, as she climbed back onto the sofa. They started making out. Adam could taste the saltiness of his cum on her tongue, and was a little shocked to find that he liked it. Their hands wandered each others bodies, and he soon reached up her skirt and pulled down her thong. It was soaked. "You are one horny bitch," he said. She purred into his mouth. "I've needed to get fucked all day. You know how horny I get when I'm drunk." He easily slid a finger into her dripping cunt, and she moaned. He slid his finger in and out as she rubbed his cock back to life. By the time he slid his middle finger in to join the index, he had a good hard erection. She hiked her short skirt up over her butt and climbed on top of him, straddling him and grinding her pussy against his hard shaft. She slid her wet lips up and down his dick, and then started rubbing them right against the head, and it wasn't long at all before she had impaled her little body on his rock hard prick. When he was fully inside her, they looked at each other, both fully understanding, in spite of their intoxication levels, the line they had crossed and the secret they would keep from the ones they truly loved. They kissed anyway, not knowing what else to do. She moaned into his mouth and he grabbed her tight ass, helping her slide up and down his cock. She was wet and hot inside. She realized he was about the same size as her boyfriend, and he filled her well. She started bouncing on him, her hands on his shoulders, her body angled so his cock was hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She started coming soon, her pussy spasming around his cock. She cried out in pleasure and then collapsed on his chest. He picked her up, pulling his cock out of her, and laid her on her belly across the sofa. She put her hands on the armrest and then propped her butt up in the air and wiggled it drunkenly at him. He got behind her, squeezed her buttcheeks and then spread them apart, and pointed the head of his cock at her asshole. He pressed it against her anus and slowly pushed it in. He kept pushing until his cock was buried in her ass, and then he grabbed her hips and slowly started thrusting. He slowly built his tempo, enjoying every moment inside her tight asshole. One of her hands slid between her legs and toyed with her clit, and she started pushing back against his thrusts. He started fucking her hard, and she was lost in a drunken haze of pain and pleasure, until finally he thrust deeply into her bowels and shot his seed inside her. ***** Meanwhile, somewhere in rural Missouri, about an hour away from Columbia, Lauren was stoned. They were in Logan's car, a twenty year old Mercury Grand Marquis, a tank of a car. Logan was driving. Lauren was sitting next to him, and Hanna was sitting on the passenger side. They had smoked the first joint soon after they left, about an hour and a half ago. Lauren had just hung up on Adam, and Hanna was sparking the second joint of the evening. Lauren was still ripped from the first joint. It had made her pretty giggly, and it also made her really get into the music Logan had playing on the car stereo. He said it was the Grateful Dead, a bootlegged tape from one of their shows. It was old-fashioned rock and roll music with super-extended solos. They had driven past endless fields of cabbage and soy, and a fair number of vineyards, which surprised Lauren a bit. Her mind wandered without her consent. Whenever she looked at Hanna, she remembered what she had done to her the night before. She realized she was horny and sitting between two of the sexiest people she had ever known. Only problem was, she was so high she didn't know what to do. Logan and Hanna were talking about the most random shit. Lauren giggled, her mind lost in the clouds, in the joint being passed across the front seat of Logan's car, and in the wetness between her legs. Logan just kept driving and driving. Lauren had no idea where they were, but she didn't care at all. Normally that would have freaked her out. Now, she was oblivious. She wondered for a moment what Adam was up to, but then she got pissed, so she took another hit, and her mind wandered on back to the music, and she asked Logan what song they were listening to, and he said "That's it for the other one," and the joint came back to her again and she hit it, and handed it over to Hanna. They had told her to hold in the hit for as long as she could, and a haze overcame her as she slowly let the smoke out. Another hour passed, and Logan stopped at a gas station to fill up the tank. They were headed back to Columbia, and smoked a third joint on the way. Lauren had to hold Hanna's hand as they headed up the fire escape and through the kitchen door. Adam was drunk, watching baseball on the sofa. Kitty was passed out in a recliner. "Are you still stoned?" he slurred at her. "Out of my mind," she replied, still holding tight to Hanna. Adam glared at Hanna and Logan as they walked through the dining room. He turned back to the TV and started muttering something to himself. "I missed you too," Lauren stammered, before Hanna led her away, sensing an imminent fight between the couple. She took Lauren into her room, and closed the door behind her. "Logan!" Adam shouted, as Logan was opening the door to his own room. "What?" Logan replied. "Don't get my girlfriend high," he said. "I don't make decisions for your girlfriend, and neither should you," Logan replied, and went into his room and shut the door behind him. Junior Year Ch. 05 V. Harmless Flirting? "Well, she's totally passed out," Hanna said as she walked through the door connecting her room to Logan's. "That's didn't take long." "She was so high." "It didn't take much." "It never does with that weed," Hanna said, and sat down next to Logan on his futon. "I'm gonna burn a bowl before bed," he said, absent-mindedly packing his hash-pipe. "Here," Hanna said, pulling out her bag, "let me throw some down." She pulled a little nugget from the bag and put it in the bowl. "You know, I'm gonna try not to be around tomorrow for when they get in the fight they're gonna have." "And miss all the fireworks? Too bad," Logan replied, and he lit the weed and took a hit. "It should be fun," he said as he handed her the bowl. She relit the bowl and took a hit. "Won't be as bad as when he finds out about what she's been doing behind his back," she said, handing the pipe back to him. "Oh?" Logan asked. "We both know about her and Kitty. What else has she been up to? I haven't seen her with any other boys. She certainly hasn't brought them around here." "It's not boys... it's me," Hanna said. Logan raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure you want to get yourself in the middle of that?" "God, I couldn't help myself! That girl is so fine... the other day we were talking about her and Adam and their sex life, and she told me that she has this thing for getting fucked reluctantly. She's one of those girls that does, actually, sometimes mean yes when she says no. She told me Adam can't really get into that, can't wrap his brain around it. So I did it for her. Or to her, or whatever." "Interesting," Logan said. They passed the pipe back and forth, hitting it a few times until it was finished. "I know you want her," Hanna said. "She's a sexy little fox," he replied. "I've always been really good about respecting women when they say no, though." "Well, let me tell you a little secret. When she tells you no, she really means yes. She doesn't want to cheat on Adam, but I think as long as she's saying no, at least initially, she can justify it to herself." "Hmm..." "She really is delicious, too. You should definitely have yourself a taste." "We'll see what happens. If an opportunity presents itself... I'll keep all that in mind." "I knew you would," Hanna said. "Now... I need a little something before I go to bed." She pulled a Trojan Magnum out of her pocket. "I'm prepared this time." "That's good," Logan replied. "I picked some up myself." ***** Lauren woke up the next morning in Hanna's bed, a bit disoriented. She was naked and so was Hanna. She found her clothes on the floor and put them on before walking out. She didn't remember fooling around with Hanna at all, but the idea that Hanna had played with her passed-out body turned her on. She wondered if Logan had been a part of that, but she didn't feel like she had been fucked. She blushed in shame as she realized she was wet from her thoughts, and decided to go to her room and fuck Adam to maybe make up for all the bitterness between them from the night before. He wasn't there. She wandered out to the living room to see if he had passed out on the sofa, but he wasn't there either. She went back to her bedroom, and then found the note he had left her. It read: "Lauren— I'll be at the library all day. Party with the soccer team tonight. 1345 Rosemary, nine o'clock. See you there. Adam." She set the note down, and then she changed into some clean clothes that didn't reek of pot. She went for comfort, no bra, just a tight pink tee-shirt, one of her many black thongs, and little black cotton shorts. She realized she was really hungry, so she went to the kitchen and fixed herself a bowl of cereal, and sat down at the dining room table to eat. Logan came out of his room as she was finishing her cereal. "Good morning," he said. "How are you?" "Good," she said. "Still feeling a little stoned," she confessed. "But breakfast is helping." "That's good. Did you have fun last night on our roadie?" "Yeah, it was a blast! I gotta say, I think weed is so much better than alcohol. Thank you so much!" She stood up and hugged him tightly as he came close to her. "No problem," he said. "And I agree, I'd rather toke than drink any day. Is Adam still passed out?" "He's gone," she said. "He left a note saying he would be at the library all day and I should meet him at some party tonight. I guess that means he won't be back at all." "Huh. Well, I guess he's not such a big fan of weed. Maybe he's out trying to blow off some steam before he sees you." "I hope so. I hate it when we fight." "Fighting is no fun," Logan said. He went into the kitchen and started puttering about. He started a pot of coffee and went about scrambling some eggs. "You want any?" "Maybe just a little bit. Thanks!" she said, and joined him in the kitchen. She rinsed out her cereal bowl and placed it back in the cupboard as he cooked the eggs. "So what are your plans for the day?" He looked at the clock on the wall. "Well, I have to be at work in an hour, but I'll be back a little after five." "I didn't know you had a job! What do you do?" "I'm a barista in a little coffee shop downtown." "Oh, which one?" "The Expresso," he replied. "Oh, cool." "It's alright. You should come in today, I'll give you a free latte." "I will!" she said. "Get me a couple little plates," he said. She grabbed them from the cupboard and he scooped some scrambled eggs onto each. He poured himself a cup of coffee and they sat down next to each other at the dining room table. The smell of the coffee brought Hanna and Kitty from their rooms, and they each got themselves a cup. After they ate, Logan got ready for work. Lauren gave him another tight hug before he left. Logan spent his day at the coffee shop unable to get her out of his mind. Her perky tits in that tight tee-shirt, pressed against his chest as she hugged him... Around three in the afternoon, she and Kitty came into his coffee shop. He made them each a latte, and took his break to sit with them for a bit before he had to get back to work. Lauren was still dressed as she had been at breakfast, and Logan repeated failed to keep from checking out her tits. The girls had been out clothes-shopping, and each had a few good finds. Lauren promised to show him what she had gotten when he got home, and his mind raced with the possibilities for the rest of his day at work. He tried to dismiss them. She had a boyfriend, she was in love with him, everything in his mind was just wishful thinking. But then he recalled what Hanna had told him the night before, and he knew the possibilities were endless. The minutes dragged on, but five o'clock finally came around, and Logan was quick to leave work. He raced back to the apartment. "Hello?" he called out when he opened the door. There was no reply, but he could hear, quite clearly, the verbal fighting going on between Lauren and Adam in their bedroom. Logan's heart sank, and he went into the kitchen to cook himself some dinner. He suddenly heard heavy footsteps stomping through the living room, the front door open and slam shut, and then Lauren opening the door again and yelling at Adam some more. He went out to see what was going on. Lauren shut the door and he said: "Hey." "Logan! Oh my God, I didn't realize you had come home." "I just walked in." "I'm sorry you had to hear all that." "I just caught the end of it." "He's really upset that I got high with you and Hanna." "Bummer," Logan said. "Yeah. I told him he should try it before he knocks it, and that's when he ran out." "Well, everyone should try it." "I'd like to try it again," she said. "And I wanted to thank you again for last night. I feel like it really opened me up to a whole new world. I think that's what Adam's so jealous of." She came up to him and hugged him, and he held her tightly to him. "Is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Logan didn't suggest the first thing that came to his mind, but instead said: "Well, just smoke me out if you ever get a bag." "I'd like to," she said. "You and Hanna are the only people I really know, though, that could get it." "Well, tell you what, I need to get another bag. I could get one for you, too." "How much is it?" she asked. "I usually get an quarter-ounce of kind bud, which goes for a hundred bucks. But I could get you a smaller bag for twenty or fifty." "I think I've got a twenty left over from shopping today," she said. She went to her room and got the money from her purse, and handed it to him. "I think I should start small." "That's probably a good idea," he said, pocketing the bill. "You want to come with me?" "Sure!" she said. "Let's go. We'll get some dinner, too. Take your mind off Adam." "That'd be great, thanks so much, Logan!" she said, and gave him another hug. "C'mon," he said, after squeezing her to him, pressing her against him. They got in his car and left. They took a detour to downtown Columbia first, though, and he took her into a head shop. "I'm gonna buy you your first pipe," he said. "That's so sweet!" "Just don't let Adam find out," he said. She picked out a small pink glass pipe, after looking through all the displays. Then they drove through Columbia, and Logan eventually stopped in front of an apartment building. She stayed in the car, and he came back out a few minutes later and they drove back to their apartment. He gave her her little bag of weed, pretty little green kind buds. No one else was home. They went into Logan's room and sat on his futon, and he showed her how to pack her bowl. She packed it and they smoked it, just a little bowl, but Logan knew it was enough to get her properly baked. She was sitting right next to him, and kept touching him as they smoked and as they talked. He ordered a delivery pizza and she suggested they smoke another bowl. "I think you promised that you were gonna show me the outfits you bought today," Logan said, mentally crossing his fingers and hoping for the best. "Oh, yeah, totally!" she said. "I'll be right back!" She ran out of the room and was back in a few minutes. "I was gonna wear this to the party tonight, as a treat for Adam, but I'm not going anymore, so I'll just wear it for you!" Logan's jaw dropped. "What kind of party were you going to?" he asked, looking her up and down. Her sexy tan legs were wrapped in white stockings, and on her feet were black hi-heeled shoes. She wore a short pleated red, white and black plaid skirt, and a tight white button-down shirt, unbuttoned enough to show off a little cleavage from her white push-up bra. She had put her long light brown hair in pig-tails, sprouting from either side of her head. "It was some frat party, I figured the only way to fit in is to look like a slut." "Well, everybody there was gonna be hella jealous of Adam." "Thanks!" she said, and sat down on the futon next to him. She crossed her legs, and one of them rubbed against Logan's leg. He had taken the opportunity to change out of his work clothes (which reeked of coffee) and was wearing mesh basketball shorts and a baggy tee-shirt. The blood had rushed to his crotch, and he crossed his legs in a vain attempt to hide his growing erection. Somehow, though, he knew she had noticed, as the conversation turned to sex. "So," she asked, "what's the deal with you and Hanna?" "What do you mean?" "Well, she told me she had had sex with you. Are you gonna ask her out?" Logan laughed. "Neither me nor Hanna wants any kind of serious relationship. We're friends. We like to have sex. I'm not gonna be jealous if she sees other people, and she feels the same way about me. That beast is too wild to tame." "And what about you? Are you too wild?" "Wouldn't you like to know?" She blushed. "Maybe someday," she said, quietly. "Sometimes I wish things weren't so serious with me and Adam. We've been together for a long time." "Moving in together has certainly brought your relationship to a new level." "I know! We had thought it would be so good. But now there's this fighting," she pouted. Logan put his arm around her, hugged her. "It'll be okay. You guys will work it out, I'm sure. If it's meant to be." "I hope so," she said. She stood up suddenly. "Um, I'm feeling kinda hot and sticky, from running around all day. I think I'm gonna take a shower and cool down. Can we smoke another bowl when I get out?" "You bet," he said. "Thanks Logan!" she said, and bent over and kissed him quickly on the cheek. She turned and walked away, and he watched her skirt swish from side to side as she left the room. As soon as he heard the water come on, Logan pulled down his shorts and laid back on his futon, rubbing his cock up and down. He grabbed a couple tissues and quickly blew his load, jerking furiously. He picked up his guitar after tossing the tissue in a small trashcan, and noodled away for a while, trying to decide what to do. He was terribly conflicted. He wanted Lauren, badly, especially after seeing her in that outfit. He was pretty sure she wanted him. He just didn't want to get dragged into the drama between her and Adam. He was jealous that Hanna had gotten a taste of her. Then he realized that if he fucked her, it would mean she had been with every one of her flatmates. The idea that she had become such a slut in such a short period of time turned him on immensely, and he quickly had an erection again. He heard her turn off the shower water. He continued picking out notes until he heard the squeaky bathroom door open. He set his guitar down and turned off his amp. He went to the door of his room, saw her go into her room, wrapped in just a towel. He decision was made. He quickly walked down the hall and came to her door. It was closed, but not all the way, and he pushed it open. Lauren was standing in front of a mirror, still in just the towel. She was brushing her long brown hair. "Logan!" she said. "Let me get dressed, then we can smoke, okay?" "You don't need to be dressed for what I want to do with you," he replied, and walked swiftly across the room towards her. "Logan!" she said, meekly, trying to back away but finding herself backed into a corner, next to the door that led into Kitty's room. She opened the door and ran into Kitty's room. "Logan, don't!" she cried, but he was quickly upon her. He grabbed her and threw her onto Kitty's bed. "No, Logan, please!" she said. He was on top of her, grabbing her wrists and holding them together above her head with one of his hands. With his other hand he tore her towel off and threw it on the ground, leaving her naked below him. He pried her legs apart and pulled his shorts and boxers down, exposing his big hard cock to her. She struggled underneath him, squirming, utterly failing to break his grip. He took a moment to admire her tight little body, her wonderful curves, her perky little breasts. He pressed the shaft of his cock against her bare, shaved pussy. "You slut, I can feel your wetness on my cock." "No, Logan, stop!" "Are you gonna make me gag you?" he asked, and pressed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. "Oh my God, Logan, you're too big! Adam will know!" "He should know how much of a slut his girlfriend is!" he said, and pushed the head inside her. She squirmed underneath him, trying to get away, but succeeding only in getting more of him inside her. She cried out, feeling him fill her. God, she's tight, he thought. "You're gonna be such a loose little slut when I'm done with you," he said, letting go of her wrists and grabbing her by the hips, pulling her towards him and thrusting, burying more of his cock inside her. "Oh, God, Logan, please..." "Please what?" "Please..." she moaned, and he slowly slid his cock back out of her, until just the head was inside. "Please what, slut?" he asked, moving the head of his cock in and out just a little bit. "Please... please fuck me, Logan," she whispered, her hands on him now, in his hair and on his back, down to his butt, and he thrust inside her again, deeper this time than before, and she cried out. A couple tears ran down her cheeks, her eyes closed in a grimace. Logan wondered briefly if it was his size making her cry, hurting her, or if she was crying because she had realized what a slut she was. Either way, it turned him on even more, and he started sliding in and out of her, still not having fully impaled her. He grabbed her legs and spread them wide apart, sticking out to the sides, and he pushed his full length into her, and she practically screamed. He thrust in and out of her tight dripping cunt slowly, enjoying her tightness, enjoying loosening her up. She was moaning loudly below him. He let go of her legs and she wrapped them around his waist, pulling him into her. He used one of his hands to squeeze her tits, hard, and the other went down to her clitoris, and started rubbing it in little circles. That really got her going, and she started bucking her hips against him, and Logan was surprised to find her coming hard in mere moments, her pussy spasming around his cock, squeezing it tight, and the sensations caused him to lose control. He grabbed her hips and pushed his cock fully inside her, and they both cried out as he shot his seed deeply inside her, and then fell on top of her, and they lay together on Kitty's bed. After a moment he got off her, and they looked at each other. "Hanna told me about your little fantasy," he confessed. Lauren blushed. "I was kind of hoping she would," she said quietly. "Well," he said, "your relationship with Adam may not be open, but your relationship with me certainly is." She smiled at him, and he leaned down above her again and they kissed, for the first time, a deep kiss, and tongues were soon involved. They eventually broke it, and Logan pulled her off Kitty's bed, after pulling his shorts back on. He led her back into her room. "Why don't you put back on that outfit you showed me earlier and we'll smoke another bowl?" "That sounds great," she said, a little shyly, and Logan left her room and went back to his room. He loaded his pipe and waited for her to come back. She sauntered into his room a little while later, stood in the doorway, holding her bag of weed. She had changed her outfit just a bit: instead of white stockings, her legs were wrapped in black fishnets, and beneath her white blouse was a lacy black push-up bra, her blouse unbuttoned enough so that the lace was visible. "Damn," he said, eyeing her up and down. "You like?" she asked, slowly walking towards him. "I'm not a good little girl anymore. You've made me a proper slut, and I think I should dress the part for you." "I have to say I approve," Logan said. She sat down next to him on the futon, crossed her legs, draping one fishnet-clad leg over his thigh. He handed her the packed bowl, and they smoked it together, and were quickly very stoned. As soon as Logan set the pipe down they started making out sloppily, with lots of tongue battling and groping hands. She climbed into his lap, straddling him, and his hands went up her short skirt and he discovered that she was wearing no panties underneath. "You are a slut," he said in her ear as he squeezed her breasts through her blouse. She wrapped her arms around his neck and they kissed passionately, and she ground her bare pussy against the tent in his shorts. Their kiss broke, and she slid down his body, hooking her thumbs in the band of his shorts and sliding them down his legs, exposing his big hard cock. She wrapped her little hand around the shaft, and slowly pumped it up and down as she took the bulbous head into her mouth, licking and kissing it before sucking on it. Logan's head fell back and he moaned aloud, putting his hands on her head. She kept pumping his big cock up and down with her hand, sucking on the head and then licking up and down the shaft. Then she let go of it and climbed back into his lap, this time facing away from him. He squeezed her ass and she grabbed his cock again, guiding the head to her wet, hungry hole. She rubbed the head all over her pussy before letting it slide in, and slowly she lowered herself, taking it inside of her, feeling it stretch her tight little cunt again, moaning low, and then growling as it filled her completely, deeper than when he had fucked her earlier. He grabbed her hips and helped her move up and down on his cock, and she kept saying "oh, God, oh God," over and over as she fucked him. He slapped her ass, and she started bucking her hips on top of him, as much as the thick rod inside her would allow, and her fingers started working her clit hard, and she was soon coming hard, crying out his name as he thrust into her again and again. She lost her balance and fell forward, but he held onto her hips and continued fucking her, hard, as she was bent over. She couldn't believe how deeply his cock was penetrating her, filling her, stretching her. He drove his cock deeper inside of her, and she felt it grow just a bit and then start firing inside her, and they both cried out. Junior Year Ch. 05 After he came, he helped her back up, and then she fell off him, his cock plopping out of her as she fell onto the futon next to him. "It's getting pretty late," Logan said. "Yeah," Lauren said, cuddling up next to him. "Let's smoke one last bowl, and then you should go wait for Adam to come home. I want you to wear this little outfit for him tonight, be a good slut and fuck two guys in one night while wearing the same outfit." "Mmm..." she said, "you're turning me into an awfully naughty little girl." "That's the idea," he replied.