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All's Not Fair Ch. 1

By: J.J.



Life is strange. . . wonderful and to be lived to the fullest! It's also unfair, hurtful and filled with plenty of pain and misery to go around. We have survived the Judaeo-Christian philosophy, the age of enlightenment, the age of reason and it would appear that we are in the age of "anything goes". Tough on a person growing up in the late 20th century, yet full of promise for some. The rest must live a life filled with varying degrees of pain and misery. This is a true story about choices. . . .

I was born and started my university training in West Virginia, in the Bible Belt! I was raised to respect certain moral and spiritual values and it is these concepts that have carried me through to where I am today. There's been a fair amount of pain and a little misery but, generally, life's delivered up on the promises. From all this I've learned that all philosophy is 'bullshit'.

After two years of college it was apparent that if I was to pursue my major course of study I would have to enrol in a major university on the west coast. It would mean leaving the only life I'd ever known. It would mean having to leave the few friends I'd grown up with and developing a life elsewhere. This was a prospect that I faced with both anticipation and dread. I'd never been adept at making friends and I was never the life of the party or a brilliant conversationalist. The girls in my life were not prospects for a lifetime partnership and I had experienced only the biological fulfilment, not the love and commitment of a relationship. . . .I reasoned, "Perhaps a new start, in a new place was what I needed."

So it was, in the fall, I was on the west coast, settled into a cheap apartment [all I could afford], and enrolled in a rather intensive course of study. My life was centred on my studies and days went by when I spoke to no one. This was not my choice and I longed to practise my social skills. . . .but where? The people I came in contact with in my daily routine were polished and confident and "out of my league". At the Den I found I could get cheap beer and sit in the company of other people. The Den was also a hangout for the low life of the area. Women could be had for the price of a couple of beers and five minutes of conversation; albeit, one must surely have pangs of guilt on the morning after. I didn't fit in.

Since my studies were progressing well and I was knowledgeable in all areas it was natural that I should begin tutoring other students. It gave me a chance to sharpen my social skills and earn some much needed money at the same time. This is how I came to know the certain fraternity that was to figure so prominently in this story. I tutored many of the rat brothers in a number of subjects and they paid well. As we became aquatinted I overheard stories of their social activities and if half the stories of their conquests of women were true they must surely have bedded most of the sorority girls at the university. The brothers came often to my apartment for their tutoring. . . .perhaps they enjoyed goading me about my lack of sexual prowess! Perhaps not!

By the following fall, I was involved in a routine and life had taken on a monotony. I was asked to pledge the fraternity but with my financial situation what it was I could not. . .Actually, I'd lost a lot of respect for the members of this fraternity anyway and was not disappointed at my having to reject the offer. I had a number of acquaintances about the university by then but no friends.

It was about 2:30 a.m. in late October when my doorbell roused me from a sound sleep. I could hear the sounds of revelry as I approached the door and when I opened it I was faced with several familiar faces from the fraternity and several not so familiar ones. they carried a young woman, very drunk and only vaguely aware of the events around her. Before I could react to this scene the troop moved into my living area and dropped the girl into my one upholstered chair. "Hey, we brought you a good fuck," someone said. "Give it to her good," another said and they departed as a group leaving me with one very intoxicated girls in my apartment.

As I began to take stock of the situation, I heard low moans and cries od dissension. "No, Please." "Stop," "Ungh!" before she became sick and puked on my chair and carpet. Obviously I had to get her to the bathroom where she can at least get her vomit into the water closet. When I started to pick her up I noticed the stains from her vomit and what looked like semen stains on her dress. The smell of sex, unfamiliar as it was to me, was evident. When I went to pick her up it was also apparent that the dress was the only clothing she wore. A plastic bag had been left next to the chair with a bra, panty hose, shoes, and panties. It was also bathed in puke.

What I did next was compose myself after the feelings of revulsion that had overcome me. This girl was a human being and her partying was none of my business. She was intruding on my life and I was going to have to clean up the mess. . ."Damn those frat guys!" , I thought.

With a plan of attack I placed the drunken body in the tub and pulled the black dress off over her head. She objected only briefly and quieted as I turned on the tepid water and allowed it to run with a fine spray over her inert body. Then, I busied myself with cleaning up the vomit and airing the apartment as the water continued to bathe the girl in my tub. She was sick again and, fortunately, this time the shower water washed it away.

After checking the washing instructions I placed the now repugnant dress in the washing machine and washed it.

Back in the bathroom, this still unknown girl had calmed and was beginning to sleep. I turned off the water, rolled her out of the tub and on to clean towels where I commenced drying her off. Since her long hair was badly matted, I set her up right and supported her body with mine while I combed the worst of the snarls. It was when I laid her back down that I saw more body fluids flowing from her vagina. She still flowed with the evidence of her past adventure. The feeling of repugnance came again as I wiped it up with a towel as best I could and cleaned her with a washcloth. When I finally put her in my spare bed [the room had two] she was unconscious.

The rest of the night I was occupied with cleaning up and restoring my apartment. My thoughts were confused. While I had been working on this unresponsive girl I had noted that she was quite comely. Her long, slim legs and well turned ass complimented her two rather small, pert breasts. Her face had been beautiful earlier and her black hair set it off nicely. She lay, totally nude in the spare bed, not six feet from where I stood.

By 6:30 a.m. I had retired to my bed and attempted to get some sleep. . . .The apartment was clean, her clothes were clean, and she was sleeping soundly. . . . .the rest could wait until later. In my bed I was troubled. "What rest?", I pondered. "Where does she live?". "What's her name?" "How much trouble am I in?". Sleep came slowly.

Long after the sun had risen high in then sky outdoors, I was awakened by stirring in the other bed. "Oh My God!" she said. "Who are you and what am I doing here?" she asked of no one in particular. I, on hearing the stirring, raised up in bed and faced her. She gasped! She was momentarily stunned! "Good Morning!", I said. This was greeted only by silence as the girls appraised the situation.

"I was drunk." she stated flatly. "Yes.", I said. "How did I get here?" she asked. "Some fraternity people brought you.," I said. "Who the hell are you?", she asked. Tension was building and the animosity in the girl began to control her actions. I had had enough of this "crazy broad" and wasn't about to take any more of her guff. The tense silence that ensued was broken only by her wrapping herself in bed covers and moving into the bathroom where she experienced some lingering effect from here previous night's escapade. "Open the window," I said.

It was a sorry specimen who emerged an hour later, fully dressed in the clothes I had washed. The dress I had tried to press but did not resemble it's former elegance. Her hair had been combed slightly. She wore no makeup. Even then, I noted a trim figure, fine features, and a manner that did not fit with what I knew about her previous evening.

"Coffee," I said. She accepted the cup and drank in slow sips. There were tears in her eyes and we were silent. Finally, after another extended trip to the bathroom, she told me her name was Bambi Lynn Smith and that she lived at a sorority house where she was a pledge. "Let's go," I said and we departed in my rattletrap to take her home. "Did we? Last night, I mean." she asked as we drove. "No," I said. "Was I a mess?" she asked. "Yes," I said. "Thanks," she said as I drove off.

Back at the apartment I returned to my usual routine and felt quite good. I had helped another person. The better I felt about that, the more guilty I began to feel for the terse way I had treated her. "Bambi Lynn Smith", "I'm sorry," I thought. Well, she was out of my life. . . .or so I thought.

It was while I was eating my lunch a couple of days later, that the phone rang and a bawling Bambi Lynn said, "Can you come and help me?" I left immediately and met Bambi on the front porch of the house. She was alone. . . .she and all her possessions. "I've gotta leave, they're throwing me out," she cried. "I don't know, I don't have enough money for a motel." she said. We talked. . .really talked as one person to another without prejudice or animosity. I missed my first tutoring appointment in over a year to remain with her that afternoon. She had been asked to leave the sorority and had no one to turn to so I was her confessor, her counsellor, her friend and driver.

"Friend," I thought. She had become a friend . . .and I didn't have another one in the world! For dinner we returned to my apartment and I fixed a good plate of spaghetti with a bottle of wine. It seems right that we should be friends together this night. We washed the dishes and talked. Bambi even managed to laugh a couple of times. Time seemed to offer no solutions and at bedtime Bambi was homeless so. . . . there was always the spare bed!

We talked about it and she was reluctant. This time she would be a burden by choice and did not like the idea. We talked and I agreed we'd be friends. . .nothing more. The bed was hers for as long as she needed and she could help with expenses. I explained that expenses were a problem for me now that I didn't have money coming in from tutoring the frat boys and it would be a benefit.

She went briefly to the rattletrap and returned with her toiletries and night clothes and we began to live together as brother and sister. . .. friends really! In a few days Bambi had given up finding other accommodations and the arrangement had become permanent as we brought the last of her possessions from the rattletrap into the apartment. We developed a nice routine.

All's Not Fair Ch. 2



LIFE IS FOR LIVING - - - by BLS

The night that I went to that fraternity party I was determined to live life to the fullest. . . .I wanted to experience it all and I was fully prepared, or at least I thought so, to give myself to a man that night. The booze, the pot, and the pills were also new and I knew that they'd be there as I dressed for the party that evening. What I didn't know was the devastating effect the decisions I made that afternoon would change life forever.

At the party I was determined to be the one they'd remember. . .the bombshell! Little did I know how I would be. . . . drinking hard liquor was new to me and I engaged in it with the gusto reserved for the very foolish. It was when Ben came up to me and suggested that we go somewhere and smoke some pot. Here was what I came for and along with trying pot for the first time, I was prepared to lay down for him. The evening would be complete with the wonderful experience that pot was supposed to provide while I lay in the arms of a lover. . . right out of the pages of a dime novel.

As Ben and I departed the party for the quiet of his room I went willingly, full of anticipation. In his room, Ben simply stripped off his clothes and I being new at the games people play in these situations, simply followed suit. The pot was prepared and we smoked as we drank whiskey and soda. We hugged, caressed, kissed and bonded so that I might even have enjoyed the evening until Ben handed me two pills and suggested I take them. The pills had a numbing effect and I became limp, vaguely aware of what was happening around me. My arms and legs were useless and I was helpless.

My fear became panic as Ben climbed on top of me, positioned himself and drove his shaft into my vagina which was not lubricated and even in my state it hurt. I tried to cry out but only incoherent garble came out. Ben was rough. . . .he slammed into me and moved my legs over his shoulders to better satisfy his desires. Panic was in control now and I waited helplessly as a second man I had never seen before climbed on to me and penetrated me again. I screamed. . .nothing came out! After a third, or a fourth or perhaps a fifth man had relieved his sexual urges in me I could fight no longer. . . I relaxed and soon passed out.

It was much later that someone said, "Hey, let's take her over to Jakes and dump her ass there."

Next morning, I awoke in the bed at Jakes and couldn't recall how I'd gotten there. I was sick and filled with disgust with myself for allowing the events of the previous night. My mind was clouded with the fog from the intoxicants of the previous night. I cried. . .but no tear came. "Since I am here, Jake must have had his way with me too. . . that S.O.B! " I reasoned. My genital area was sore. My head ached. My stomach was still trying to regurgitate the poisons that had been ingested into it. Guilt bordering on panic again took control of my life and I spoke cruelly to him as he returned me to my room at the house.

Back in my own room, surrounded with my familiar things I rested and recuperated. My head gradually cleared and I could take solid food again. Physically, I was recovering. . . .mentally and emotionally, I wasn't! The girls who had been my sorority sisters ignored me or, more appropriately snubbed me. With no one to talk to and loaded with guilt and anxiety I kept to my self and cried a lot. Then, on Tuesday morning, a delegation from the house came to me and told me that the girls had voted to expel her from the sorority and I was directed to leave as soon as possible.

As I sat on the porch of the house, waiting for Jake's rattletrap car to carry me away I pondered my situation. I couldn't go home - My folks would disown me. I didn't have the money to get a place of my own. It was then that I determined to die - a simple suicide! It was after choosing the third option, suicide, that Jakes rattletrap pulled up and we began loading things into any space that would hold them. Jake was subdued as we drove to his apartment and I began to feel free to express my feeling to someone for the first time. I think it was on that drive back to his apartment that I began to develop feelings for him.

With the emotional healing that took place as I talked to Jake came more vague memories of the night when I had first been in his apartment. . . .of his undressing me and putting me in the shower. I recalled the freshly washed clothes that I had arrived in. My loathing for myself reached it's zenith that afternoon and evening when I arrived at Jakes apartment for the second time, and yet, I could feel portions of my life coming together again.

That night in what was to become my bed in the room with Jake I was filled with guilt, remorse, repugnance and loathing for myself. . . .but I felt safe and secure and I slept soundly for the first time in many days.

Facing my peers at school was difficult. Most had heard about my situation and kept a wide margin between us. Others were less kind and openly derided me for what I perceived myself to be. It was after days of this that I needed Jake's quiet counselling and guidance. Jake doesn't know it but I never tried to find other accommodations and determined to live with him as long as he'd have me.

Days turned into weeks and weeks into months. Jake and I co-operated in living arrangements and we kept a good house. Each evening, it seemed like we found time to talk and I began to develop a confidence that I've never had before. I began to take charge of my life and the old emotional scars slowly faded. I developed new friends and spent much of my free time working as a volunteer at a clinic. Christmas came and went and a real friendship developed between Jake and I. Jake was the finest brother I could ask for. . . . and with support from each other both of our studies improved.

After New Years a young fellow from my literature class asked me out for an evening at the movie. Five minutes into the date I knew it was a mistake and by the time we had parted it was 9:30 and both my date and I went home disappointed. He had simplified the evening with a direct question and she had sealed the fate of the date with her negative response. Back at the apartment I found Jake studying and he turned as I entered. This was brother Jake. . . .why did I suddenly want to kiss him? I wanted to kiss him and not with a brotherly peck on the cheek either. It was with all my effort that I moved away from him to the other room and got control of my emotions. Still, the thought lingered. . . . .

Living as brother and sister was becoming more complicated. . . . Yet! That was our agreement. I began to dream about intimate moments with him. I pressed my body closer to him when we met and hugged in the evening. The sisterly peck on the cheek that was permitted under our arrangement was filled with all the passion I could give it. "This simply could not be love," I thought. That would certainly ruin our arrangement.

Living as we were, in the close confines of our small apartment it was impossible to avoid seeing my beautiful roommate. He wasn't a big, muscular man and he did not stand tall; yet, he was beautiful. I often looked at his bare chest and fantasized a more intimate relationship. His bare legs, protruding from under his drawers, were straight and moved with a grace that made me light headed as I watched. Too bad. . . ."Jake must never know how he affects me," I thought.

Then days would pass when my passion for my roommate would abate and life settled into a more balanced routine. He had his routine and I had mine.

By April, I wanted Jake. I wanted to sleep with him; to make love with him; to adore him! Then Jake brought up the subject of our future now that the school year was over. He spoke straight from the shoulder when he said he thought that it was time for us to move on with our lives. I had my life to lead and he had his. He thought we should live apart after the close of the school year. "If that's what you want, Jake," I said. I didn't sleep that night. The scars from my past had not been so well hidden after all and the cold hard lump in my stomach was fear.



All's Not Fair Ch. 3



LIVE IT - - - by JJ.

Bambi was an immediate improvement in my life and I enjoyed a friendship that I hadn't experienced in years. She never intruded on my privacy and yet she was there when ever I wanted to talk. She seemed to display a good sense in matters that helped me with my life. She was a neat housekeeper, a good cook, and she pressed both of our clothes. We worked well together. She was the best sister anyone could hope for. . . .

Bambi offered me the privilege of visiting her innermost thoughts and we bonded more closely with each passing day. At Christmas time we were left to our own devices, without other friends or relatives. The university was shut down for the holiday and we were left with more free time than usual.

It was a good time, preparing for the big day and I made popcorn while Bambi was supposed to be stringing it on threads for tree decorations, except she ate more than she strung. When I accused her she laughed and I noticed, for the first time, how beautiful a woman she had become. We bought each other several small presents and I noticed her graceful manner and quiet elegance as she went about arranging them under the tree.

Christmas dinner was a very special occasion. She and I had spent most of a day picking out the wine for the occasion. The turkey was small and we laboured together to make this the best Christmas Dinner ever. . . .and it may well have been!

Later, on Christmas night, as we lay in our beds talking I knew that Bambi was more than a sister to me. She must never know. . . . my feelings could abrogate our agreement and end our friendship! I thought that night of the line in the poem, "The Cremation of Sam McGee" that went something like, ". . .a promise made is a debt unpaid."

Shortly before "Lights out" when Bambi left her bed to go to the bathroom, I noticed her female form . . .her long black hair shining in the dim light as it framed a the delicate features and creamy complexion of her face. Her shorty nightie momentarily moulded itself to her body as she moved from the bed. From behind her ass was exquisite . . .not the narrow ass of the fashion models but, rather, softly turned and proportioned, one that was very erotic and made for the sex act. In the few seconds before she passed into the bathroom I indulged myself and looked at her. ..I lusted after her! I had an erection! My sleep was disturbed that night. My dreams were troubled and they involved doing things with Bambi Lynn that I was pledged never to do.

Next morning I felt awkward and the warmth of our relationship was missing. It was my fault and I knew it. . .With every ounce of reserve that I could muster I forced myself to maintain my friendship with the lady who so sorely troubled me. By evening we were back on close, friendly terms and I worked to keep it that way for the rest of the school year.

It was Saturday morning in February and Bambi was ironing clothes as was her routine. What was not routine was that she was wearing one of my long shirts and panties as she worked. When she turned and bent to retrieve another article from the laundry tub I caught a momentary glance at the nicely rounded cheeks of her ass. The effect was a surge of lust that drove me out of the apartment and took six beers to work off at "The Den". Not only was my evening's studies ignored but my sleep was fitful and my mind sorely troubled.

During the day we maintained the brother and sister arrangement. . .even to agreeing on the parameters for the embrace and kiss on the cheek that had become our greeting as we returned to the apartment for the evening. Shortly after we had discussed the greeting I faced another crisis! As I returned from late classes, Bambi greeted me at the door. We embraced on the prescribed manner but the feeling was different. I felt her breasts against my ribs. The warmth of her body, was intoxicating and her thigh was positioned over my genital area. This combination of effects had the overall effect on me of an electric shock. When she delivered her peck on my cheek in the prescribed manner I felt her hot breath on my ear.

That night sleep came late. I pondered the situation between me and the roommate to whom I had given my pledge. The situation was becoming unbearable and I saw no solution. With each passing day I wanted Bambi more and more. I wanted all of her. . .! My biological makeup had made massive claims on her body - claims which had been totally subdued. I wanted her heart. . . .that inner self which I did not know if I'd even glimpsed and the friendship I had pledged blocked any claim I might have on this part of her being. I wanted her mind. . .her conscious thoughts and the power they might convey. Finally, with sleep came the dream, or was it a nightmare, as Bambi came into our embrace and my lust overcame my control. . . . .

As the school year came to a close, my mind was preoccupied and it was only my work earlier in the year that carried me through final examinations. My will power was exhausted and my pledge had become as a millstone dragging me down. Bambi's friendship, which I valued, was bound to suffer. It was two weeks before the close of the school term as we sat at dinner that I broached the idea that we should end our living together and go separate ways. We both needed to grow and get our lives back together. She had no idea what I was talking about and hell, I'd worked up a good case of 'horny' even talking to her. "If that's what you want Jake," she said.

If I could only tell her it was not what I wanted. It was her I wanted. But, I couldn't. To continue living as I had become was destroying me. I was pledged not to live otherwise with her. Parting seemed like the only way. For the next couple of days life was hollow and empty. . . I lived the routine and sleep, when it came, was troubled.



All's Not Fair Ch. 4



FINALLY - - - - by BLS

I was devastated by Jakes plan to separate. Our life had been good together and we were best friends! For me there was much more. Nine months ago he had brought me into the apartment, a fraternity 'Gang-Bang', social outcast and an emotionally disturbed girl. He had offered his friendship and advice. He listened. He helped me grow as a person and to develop confidence in myself. Even I could feel the growing power that my personality had developed. I was in command of my life. From a poem I recall, "It matters not how strait the gait, how charged with punishments the scroll; for I am the master of my fate. I am the Captain of my soul." I was indeed in charge of my life.

"So, if I'm so "in charge" why am I so miserable?" I pondered. I wanted Jake more than anything else in the world and he was about to walk out of my life. I wanted to keep the best friend I'd ever had and he too, was leaving. Oh! I'd survive! Jake had helped me to develop those traits that I needed to survive - I might even be able to develop another relationship, albeit, I doubted it could ever be as intense as what I now faced. After much consideration I saw one desperate chance and began to develop a plan.

With the decision to proceed with my plan came a comfortable relaxation of the tensions that I had been experiencing and a sort of mild euphoria set in and soon a feeling of exhilaration! Shopping was a pleasure and I revelled in the feelings I was experiencing. That night I gave our evening meeting my whole body action and it was gratifying to feel his penis grow as my thigh pressed against it. . .but only momentarily! . . .the pact between us you know. Well, ". . to hell with the pact," I thought. If all we had was to be lost in less than a week, the pact was no longer of any value anyway. I knew that I wanted Jake. He was the only real man I had ever known and I wanted to possess him body, mind and soul. I wanted to be possessed the same way. I might never meet another man who could measure up. . . .I would not pass up this opportunity!

With the plan under way I slept soundly that night after giving "my Man" a good view of my most erotic pose. I knew immediately when he saw it.. . .pure lust! Next day, Friday, was the day set for action. I was ready.

Friday dawned bright and clear as we prepared for the day. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth while he was shaving. The closeness of our bodies in the small bathroom resulted in a bit of supposedly unintentional touchy/feely and I was both excited and empowered by what I felt and the reaction it brought from Jake.

I prepared breakfast in the routine manner and dressed in my sexiest dress as we departed for our day's activities. At noon my work at the university was finished and I returned to the apartment. I cleaned, scrubbed and made it as cosy as possible. Flowers were placed in vases at several locations about the apartment. Soon the wine I had bought was cooling in the refrigerator and the pork roast dinner was cooking. The table was adorned with red table cloth and white napkins to compliment our cheap china and silver.

When Jake came into the room from his day's activities I met him at the door with a chilled glass of white wine and the usual perfunctory greeting, only this time "my Man" got a meeting that left me excited and lusting . . . "This is a party to celebrate a good year," I said. As he completed his evening's ablutions in the bathroom my excitement grew and I concentrating on carrying my plan to perfection. . . ."Jumping his bones before he had been properly prepared could blow the whole thing," I reasoned.

Dinner was perfection. . .my best culinary effort ever and after the second bottle of wine the tension that was present at the table had disappeared. Jake appeared relaxed and we discussed many things. . . .but our futures was never mentioned. It was as though we neither one wanted to face the next few days. My plan was proceeding on schedule.

After dinner we enjoyed the free camaraderie that had been present when I first moved into the apartment. We did the dishes and cleaned up the kitchen and began our evening's preparations for the night. As was the custom I went to the bathroom first. Once in the bathroom the routine was forgotten. The new red teddy with matching panties and negligee came out of their packages and were laid out carefully as I made my final preparations for bed. When I left the bathroom, the sheer quality of my dress left nothing to the imagination and I made sure Jake got the full view. As I sat with my back to him at my dressing table I brushed my hair to it's most glossy sheen and made myself as beautiful as I knew how.

As I went to my bed Jake went into the bathroom and I could hear the usual ministrations that I had come to recognize with Jake. According to my plan he should have been all over me by now. He had just gotten my best shot and showed no signs of abandoning his course of action. "Dam, this plan was failing," she thought.

When Jake returned from the bathroom to his bed, I stood up and removed my negligee. In my Teddy and panties I felt naked and exposed. . . .AND EXCITED as I faced Jake. The lust showed like the look of a caged animal in his eyes. . . I was having an effect! His hand was under the covers and I was sure it was wrapped around his stiff cock. He rolled on the bed, facing away and I was left to turn out the lights and begin the night. As I lay awake, feigning sleep, I knew I had failed and I reviewed my plan to see where I'd gone wrong. My confidence began to wane and I was sorely troubled. When sleep finally came it was in short naps between crazy dreams and lust filled thoughts.

As I tossed and turned I heard Jake, also unable to sleep, tossing and turning in his bed. He occasionally groaned and my whole being was attuned to his being. I was excited and I lusted. "Well, I'm not ready to give up," I thought. I got out of bed, removed my teddy and panties, moved to Jakes bed, lifted the covers and slid in between the warm sheets. The familiar man smell I encountered would have revolted me a few months ago. It excited me more now.

This was a new venture for me. . .I'd never seduced a man before! Of course, I'd never been this enamoured with a man before either. "I want you. Before we part I want to experience the only real man I've ever known," I said as I snuggled up to Jake, spoon fashion. Jake was perfectly motionless although it was obvious by his breathing and condition that he was aware.

Secure in the knowledge that I had not been rejected I continued, "Love me Jake!" "I'm not the woman I was when I came here. You've helped me to be the woman I am. My power came from you and the quiet confidence you gave me. My strength came from your encouragement. My compassion and caring I learned from observing you. I want to . . . .". It was at this point that Jake turned and faced me in the bed. Our eyes met and I say the look of lust. our bodies met and the violence of his roll left me on my back with Jake half covering my left side from feet to shoulders. His left leg rested between my legs and he pressed firmly against my left breast as he bent to kiss me.

The kiss was firm and his tongue immediately sought mine. I was quick to return mine in oral swordplay. Erotic, maybe! Engrossing it was! So engrossing in fact I did not feel his hand on my right breast, nor the tenderness in my swollen nipple. As the swordplay became more familiar, and my mind had time to wander, I became aware of the sensation the rough hair and skin on his left thigh was having on my inner thighs and labia. It was then that I became aware of the powerful sensation in my breast. Soon I became aware that my genitalia were being ground together by a steady humping and I came to realize it was my ass driving me into the leg above me.

As the foreplay continued I grew more and more excited. Jake was doing all the exciting. . . . .it was his event! Jake exercised all the power. . .I had wanted it that way! As the intensity of the play increased I longed to take the lead myself. . .to exercise power such as I felt. "But How?" I thought. "What's the proper place for a woman in the act?". I wanted to grab his prick and minister to it as I had been forced to a few months ago. . . but I didn't. Instead, I reached down to the place where his tool was trapped between our bodies with my right hand, proceeded to caress it. Jake's reaction was immediate and positive. "Do it some more," he said.

Soon the prick in front of me was the center of both our attentions and all other activity was subordinated to this single activity. We turned in the bed and adjusted our positions to facilitate the easiest access to the action. I had never felt such a surge of power as I felt when I saw Jakes reaction. Then, I thought back to some months previous when I was forced to endure several cocks in my mouth. . . .I suddenly wanted to suck on the one before me. With it In my mouth I gagged and choked several times as I tried to please my lover. . .Although, it was not a totally satisfactory experience I savoured the effect it had on Jake. I knew that I'd do that again. . . . and I'd be better at it!

As my mouth disengaged the head of Jakes cock, I started to return to our former close in position. Strong hands guided me to a new position and I was aware of Jakes rough skin against my breasts, thighs and legs as he settled on top of me. It seemed like the most natural thing in the world and one that I wanted more than anything when I felt Jakes cock pass my labia and proceed into my vagina. The slight sensation of his entry without proper lubrication hurt and I cried out softly. . . but it was too late, Jake stopped. "I'm sorry," he said.

"No! No! Keep on doing," I said as I raised my ass to better impale him in me. He started again and this time there was only pleasure. With Jakes cock as deeply embedded in me as it was possible to be our tongue swordplay became a frenzy. I felt the course hair of his chest on my tits which were now fully swollen and most sensitive. As he backed his giant organ from the innermost depths of my vagina I recognized a sad moan coming from my throat. The cock which lay partially embedded was driven to my innermost depths. The rhythm of sex began and I was participating fully in the act for the first time. . .no reservations! . . .and no hangups!

I was striving for something. All the pleasure and all the sensations were forcing me to strive for something. "It was orgasm , of course, but surely feelings this strong weren't directed solely at 'coming", I thought. " I want it all." Pursuing this avenue of knowledge as I was it took only moments to realize that my greatest pleasure was derived from giving pleasure to my lover. My own orgasm had just been brought on by the pleasure I'd given Jake.

As our bodies moved in the steady rhythm of sex my excitement rather peaked and waned like waves in the ocean. All the events of the action resonated together to form little peaks and bigger peaks and for the second time, a crescendo, as my second orgasm hit me with a stunning blow. I was totally wiped out as the waves of pleasure took all measure of my control.

Slowly the steady grinding and humping picked up and continued as all verbal communication stopped. All attention was directed to the place between my legs where the action was taking place. "I'm gonna' come soon,: he said. The action picked up and our bodies thrashed in wild abandon as we drove towards the final completion. With my feet planted on the bed and my ass driving upwards in a manner to impale the cock to the fullest extent, I felt a throb as he planted his seed deep in me. As our bodies froze motionless, the steady Squirt! Squirt! Squirt! continued as he planted the remainder of his semen deep in me.

After the last bit of semen had left his tube, my ass slowly settled back on to the bed and my legs relaxed as another crescendo washed over me. So, this was the highly touted sex that I had gone off to college for. . . . .



All's Not Fair Ch. 5



HIS SIDE OF THE STORY

After our discussion over dinner and our agreement to part after the end of the school year, I began to put my life back together. I kept relations with Bambi as close to 'decent' as I could and still remain friends. I still valued Bambi's friendship. Of course, I moved with a perpetual hard on. Masturbation didn't help. . . .I did a lot of it!

It seemed like the more I tried to get her off my mind, the more things seemed to bring her in focus. . . .erotic things! In the evening, when I returned our embrace simply drove me to distraction. I could feel the warmth of her breasts and body against me and her leg between mine against my cock. One night her hot breath passed my ear and I had an instant erection. . . .I'm sure Bambi's leg felt the rising attraction on her leg which was between mine as we embraced. She never let on if she did. . . . A quick trip to the bathroom to masturbate did nothing to alleviate the condition.

Then came the night when she put on new sleep wear and I could see here entire body as she prepared for bed. It seemed to me that I was developing paranoia as I thought, "She surely must be doing this to entice me. No woman could excite a man like that by accident." That night I slept between wet sheets and my shorts carried my fluids through the night as I was too ashamed to repair the matter until Bambi had left the following morning. By evening the sheets had been washed and changed.

In the bathroom, one night, as I shaved Bambi came in to brush her teeth. As we passed as we had hundreds of times before I was sure that she had felt my ass and genitalia on purpose. The motions were too deliberate and too well co-ordinated to have been simple coincidence. "This paranoia is really getting to me," I thought as I dismissed the matter.

By Friday night, before the close of the school year, I was in a holding pattern until my beloved Bambi was out of my life and gone. I simply planned to wait until the immediate matter was resolved before starting a new life. My routine was my life.

When I returned to the apartment of Friday night and found Bambi's party for the two of us I steeled myself and carried myself well. If it were possible, I'd have loved Bambi Lynn even more for the party she had prepared. When we prepared for bed that night, her new 'red shortie nightee' was more than I could stand. I masturbated into a condom, under the covers, a manoeuvre that I had developed to prevent messes from ejaculations while in bed. Then, I rolled over and feigned sleep. Perhaps I slept. . . I really don't remember.

Then, it happened! I felt the covers raise and Bambi slid into the bed behind me. As she moved up against my back side I could feel her warmth. Her left hand was draped over my chest and her hot breath on my neck drove me wild. Unlike wild animals I could not react fast. I feigned sleep and my mind raced. "What the hell is going on," I though. "I want you. Before we part. . . . .!" she said and the rest was lost as the thought hit me.

Bambi had broken our covenant! It was then I heard, "Love me Jake." and I slowly and carefully considered the matter. I wasn't dreaming. . . . she was there. She had broken the covenant and she wanted to make love to me. I turned to meet her and our bodies came together.

That first time not the greatest sex in the world. I hurt her by my over eagerness as we joined. She tried to give me head but choked as she tried to deep throat me. We put elbows in each other's ribs. But! Lest it seem that I was disappointed, do not be deceived. What we lacked in experience we made up for with passion. What we lacked in physical skill we overcame with the newness of the event. We totally possessed each other. We exchanged heart, mind and soul. . . . .

When my time to reach a climax came I wanted only to plant my seed in the woman beneath me. When I felt the series of ejaculations commence I wanted only to leave some of me in her. . . .to grow and become another person. . . .that part didn't happen!

After my first orgasm that night, with my member, still embedded deep in Bambi Lynn and if it had have been selected tool steel it could not have brought a stronger bond between us. We talked. . . .about sensation, passion and emotions still new to both of us. We stirred occasionally to address our needs for wanton pleasure. By morning we had tried several new positions for sex and discussed the merits of each.

"Doggie fashion", "I just don't like it," Bambi said. As their store of experience accumulated so did their fatigue and when the sun had risen to cast it's rays into the bedroom, I got up and called into my work to report that for the first time in years, "I'd had a bad night and was unable to come to work." Everyone at work accepted the premise that I was sick. We never did get dressed that day. . . .simply wasn't necessary!

We talked of the future. By Saturday night our heads had cleared and the mountains of pent up lust had been spent. Life in the apartment had resumed the easy familiarity and friendly atmosphere that had prevailed shortly after Bambi Lynn had arrived. There had been time on Saturday afternoon for a return engagement but it was mostly just to prove our stamina, or, perhaps prove whose was stronger. Saturday night we prepared a spaghetti dinner without French bread and ate heartily. It was during this dinner that we decided there was no need to part ways at the end of the year - after all, the covenant had been broken and we laughed.

THE END