5 comments/ 6273 views/ 1 favorites Charley's New Home By: Geeky_lover Charley spent the whole three-day weekend awake looking at options for housing (and finding none). On Sunday, Poindexter and his three roommates invited Charley over for lunch, "We'd be willing to let you move in." "That's sweet. I've been up since Friday at dawn, and I was hung over then. I'm in no condition to make a financial commitment." Victor (the aparent spokesmen for the group) began, "Our lease allows for house guests for no more than 5 nights in a row. Spend this school night and all the rest of school nights this week, if you want. If you don't feel it'll work out, then you don't owe us anything." "Where do I crash?" "Any couch or sofa are your options, unless someone is willing to share his bed and room." Poindexter added, "You pick which one you want and if you want me next to you or on the other." "I'm in no condition to fuck." "I'm willing to do nothing more tonight than warm your bed, hold you chastely and kiss you good night." "Is that what you want to do?" "No, but your physical and emotional state would preclude your enjoyment and therefore defeat any emotional reason for me to do my first choice." "Honest answer, give you that." She turned all four men and asked, "Where's the shower?" "There's only one real shower in the place and it's big enough to roll two wheelchairs into... it's in the master bedroom's bath." "Okay. Who takes showers or baths when?" Three replied 'morning', the guy in the master bedroom, Victor, said 'evening'. She showered and used her robe in lieu of a towel. She shivered as she walked through the house, the three men in the TV room just tracking her movements with their eyes and heads as she passed by. Dexter was in the middle of changing sheets when she entered. "Do you want me to leave while you get dressed for bed?" "No, I sleep naked. This needs to air out. Is it made up enough to sleep on it?" She disrobed and handed the robe to Dexter, who promptly laid it across his computer chair. "You can lay on it. Let me bag a pillow in this case." He shook a pillowcase around a pillow. Then placed it under her head. "Help me out of my bun here." She and he collaborated to pull all the bobby pins out of her hair, he opened his nightstand drawer and cleared a 'moulded hole' from the drawer organizer and put the pins there. He placed her glasses next to the bed. He tried to sleep in his boxers but this didn't work, so he removed them. She slept through the slow speed collisions of his knee and the spine between her kidneys as he took off his boxers under the covers. This was her first sleep in 63 hours and she had weird dreams but feeling the occasional erection between her ass cheeks and hands over her breasts shifted her dreams to the erotic. She dreampt the four men she now lived with were with her on a windswept piece of flat land with a grass cut like a golf course and a sudden drop off (at least 30 meters... a bit like St. Andrew's golf course without the flags, holes and sand traps). This drop off was an almost Dover-ish cliff, except a mafic rock color down to a body of salt water (she could tell it was body of salt water from the smell of the humidity and sounds of surf slashing and crashing against the rock). She was naked except for a pair of perfectly fitting blue jeans, the men each wore a different pattern plaid kilt. They sang to her and were instantly in perfect harmony, sounding something like a boy band, but singing a song she never before heard before. After some even weirder events she was the center piece of a gang grope buffet, with her new roommates and a few friends she knew from different places taking turns fondling all over her body and kissing her pussy and breasts (she found being the object of men's desires gave her pleasure, but objects of women's desire gave more pleasure). In the waking world, she had switched from masturbating herself to letting Dexter grope her chest with one hand and slide his fingers into her pussy with the other. Dexter was asleep having an erotic dream and fucking her tight virgin pussy while two other women helped (after team-sucking his dick hard the other two women focused exclusively in getting Charley to orgasm). They both softly moaned in harmony just before they started having their orgasms simultaneously. He sprayed her right leg with white cum. Neither fully woke up from this but both luxuriated from both their orgasms. She turned to face him fully asleep, Frenched him, then held his ass cheeks and put her chin on his shoulder and laid there cheek to cheek as if she was standing on a 11 to 12 inch tall flat rock on level ground and he was facing her close enough for his naked erection to be redirected towards the ground by her naked thighs but otherwise in a statue-still slow dance pose. Just pick the couple up, lay them in the bed and one gets the idea how they were together now. Her left and his right arms had fallen asleep due to their weight on the other's arm. Dexter turned onto his back and Charley went along for the ride. Her legs slipped off to flank his relatively close-set legs. Three hours later, they were in the same pose, Dexter woke with a sore chest and thought he was coming down with something respiratory. Dexter took stock of the situation (feeling her body to get a much better 'look' than he could with a held-down chest and eyes lacking corrective lenses). He thought of rolling her off and after running simulations in his mind, he decided on a way that minimized jerking of her neck. He accomplished this, then ran naked to the bathroom. He then returned to his room as quietly as possible. He laid down where she had been initially and noticed the puddles both their cum that had flowed together. Dexter didn't get upset it was either his own, hers or both, he reasoned. He saw her pussy was rubbed and wondered if she normally masturbated in her sleep or tonight was special or if was a dermatological condition. He never went back to sleep and got out of bed less than an hour later. He an alarm clock next to his bed that never been set. He also had a PDA with as much of his life scheduled (at least as far ahead as he knew but entering events that NEEDED to be done at a certain time or scheduled for a specific time so he wouldn't forget to do them), this included a scheduled time to wake up. He decided he should turn the PDA to silent, but before he could move, it screamed "wake up" the only way it could (beeping loudly and displaying the words wake up, now!!!! across the screen. She stirred, "What time is it?" "Zero-6-hundred." "Okay." They were both unix and linux fans (neither having any other operating system on their computer equipment, even his handheld, he had reprogrammed his palm V with linux). When one types the command to display the time in unix or linux the command prompt, the default output has year, month, day and 24-hour time to the fraction of a second. This is the reason-in-common everyone in the house knew 24-hour time. She climbed out of bed, "Anyone else in this place up at this hour?" "Just insomniacs. Everyone else hits the sack at zero-2-something and sleep till sometime shortly after the first digit's one." "Okay." She walked to the nearest bathroom. Victor forgot to flush, but had washed his hands on automatic behavior. Victor walked around her not realizing the treat he just missed noticing. She used the bathroom (the seat was down), flushing before and after. She mentioned Victor's behavior leaving out some details and Dexter filled them in perfectly, then explained, "Victor will sleepwalk at times, but only too and from the bathroom or fixing himself a midnight snack." "That explains him being a little rounder than his diet would suggest. What this?" She found his cum. "It appears we both had wet dreams, I've never spent the night with a woman before, except you and I too drunk to notice being together the first minutes of Friday.." "Write down yours, I'll write down mine." They pulled on clean underwear, opened laptops and made new vi documents. They hammered out honest descriptions of their dreams. Dexter went into detail about both other women's appearance from the shape of their breasts to length of hair, to the apparent inability to use their voiceboxes. They disabled their wireless network cards and used the infrared ports on their computers to give a copy of their document to the other because if they used the wireless network, Victor and the others could have bots to monitor network traffic and make and deliver a copy of files with raunchy keywords and/or a significant percentage flesh tones in picture files to their owner. They closed their laptops and added them to their schoolbag's contents (with a synchronization of motion that went unnoticed). They left to get breakfast at school. They walked quickly despite the 16 to 20 pounds of books and computer in each of their backpacks. He lived across the street from campus and didn't get a parking pass. They walked about 1/3 of a mile through a wooded path then a sun-drenched sidewalk to get to breakfast. She paid the per meal price for breakfast and they ate without talking. She was typically a morning person, but she downed 2 cups of regular coffee (big enough to hold a can of soda and still have at least a 1/3 of its volume unfilled). By the end of breakfast, she was awake but jumped at a few sudden noises and walked so fast that Dexter, the fast walker he was, just settled for keeping her in his field of vision in stead of running to keep pace. She got to her first class and sat next to the only other female in the class that she'd ever willingly have anything to do with. "Hey, N.V." Nanetta V. Del Rio wasn't that happy with the nickname Charley hung on her once she looked up the word 'envy', but Charley was the reason she was currently passing the class. "¿Que Pasa?" "Just had the weekend from hell." "What happen?" Nanetta sounded concerned because she was. "Well, Thursday evening, I had a romantic evening with a friend of mine. I made everything but desert deliberately." "Why?" "I had planned up having each other as desert." "Oh." She smiled, "Was he good?" "Never found out, my sister and the two Mels came in and fucked with us... in a bad way." "How?" "Melinda made drinks and Melissa took Kari off for a chat. From my seat I could see Melissa doing all the talking. She gestures a lot, but her back was too me, so I couldn't read lips. The drinks Melinda made were a 6 pack of beers split into 5 pint glasses and diluted with everclear. Up to that night I had drunk maybe 7 ounces of beer spread over 10 different days. Needless to say that was the first time I got drunk. My man friend and I got into bed somehow (perhaps we were already unconscious when placed naked in the same bed). Chris, Kari's cunt cleaner, had got home before we slipped into unconsciousness, the next thing we know it's Friday morning we're hung over. No school and after we'd gone as far as I could bring myself. I wanted to do something other than sex. I let him pick what he wanted me to wear -- I'd have vetoed anything too slutty, but I didn't mind his choices -- well, after watching movies for several hours, we leave the theater and I find out I have all these messages. My sister and them had posed our naked selves and posted them on a website. My parents came by to check on me. Fuck, I decided to move out before they drugged me and made me a fucking party favor." "Where'd you stay?" "I kept moving, staying awake from Friday dawn to Sunday around sunset. A few friends offered to add me to their lease but I'm undecided." "There's something that must be said." "What?" The bell rang and the professor was already in. Anything she said, could get her an 0 for class participation that day. Given her grade, she needed every point she could get and she knew it. "He loves you. Don't forget that?" Charley gave her a befuddled look. Nanetta nodded. Charley moved to her normal seat and sat down. Nanetta did a double take. Someone had sent her a few pics to her (of Charley barely holding a man's semi-placid cock in her hand among other sexualized poses). Charley couldn't sit still and her heart wouldn't slow. After being distracted for half an hour the prof asked, "Ms. Roscoe, is there something wrong with you?" "I've had too much coffee this morning. Two cups more than usual." "How many do you normally have?" "Zero, I'm a morning person by nature. Just had a weekend from hell, was up from Friday to Sunday and only slept the last 3 hours of Sunday unto about zero-six-hundred? This class is too important to miss. Hey, I'm trying to keep still but my heart's still going as fast as if I were running a half-marathon while being chased by dogs who hold Cujo as the ideal role model." "Get to the infirmary. I'm sure Ms. Rios or Mr. Poindexter will watch over your stuff. Would someone go with her?" Nanetta Del Rios decided to wait and correct the professor at the end of class. "I will." Dexter saved the file with the notes he'd taken today, closed his laptop (automatically putting it into sleep mode) and escorted her to the infirmary. Students were charged for physicals, lab work and pharmacy products. Other exams were free (general practitioners and nurse practitioners were the only people who saw patients). Poindexter was concerned, because this was the same professor who said, 'If you miss this class, you had better be dead or abducted.' Once she was through the door and heading to an exam room to wait. Dexter sent a short text to Victor: Vic, Please get the notes for today's classes -- QDP. No sooner did he hit send, than Charley called, "Dexter, Charley here." "How are you, love?" "Nervous, I hate hospitals... don't try logic with me, this place is close enough to a fucking hospital. They wouldn't let me bring you in. Not even if I put in writing. When I get out of here, take me home, sex me, feed me a large lunch in bed (and I mean feed me in a non-sexual way), fuck me again and leave me asleep till I wake up on my own. Bye-bye." In the background a feminine voice spoke, "Miss Roscoe?" as the connection terminated. Her diagnosis: sensitivity to caffeine. This was an informed diagnosis: They did some intense listening to her heart, almost everyone with a medical license took a turn (they also did a blood test to check the enzymes that are always out of whack after a heart attack... this came back normal). She, the nurse practitioner, recommended she take it easy the rest of the day and not to attempt to exercise to 'wear herself sleepy' and turn off her alarm and miss class tomorrow if she had to. The nurse practitioner offered a medical excuse and charted Charlene Roscoe's diagnosis as Charley walked to the waiting room. She also gave Charley a script for 1 very powerful sleeping pill which she physically slipped into her pocket and mentally placed in dev/null (a unix-based slang term for 'oblivion' or 'deleting a file beyond recovery'). He pocketed his phone and put his bag on while watching her approach the door, then grabbed her bag and held it at the ready for her put on. "So, what did the doc say?" "She said to take it easy." He attempted to deftly pull it away. She grabbed her bag before he could complete the pull away, "I'm not an invalid!" She screamed loud enough to bounce off the administrative office building's wall, into the shaded clinic doorway even louder than it was when she screamed it. Much more softly she spoke, "I Promise, the walk back is the last exertion of the day... except for getting fucked by you." "Do you mean fucked, as in penetration or fucked as a generic term?" "I want you to cum into me." "I want kids but not in the summer of '09. Start walking, I'll catch up." He went into the pharmacy and grabbed two or three condoms. She walked a short way then stood in the shade, for all of 15 seconds until she saw him. He started walking to her and she walked trying to walk slowly, but not too slowly. She'd go off on him if he attempted to take her bag again. They got to his place and he attempted to improvise lunch (the four men there chose their house location with care, they couldn't cook beyond the basics and found it easier to walk or take George's student parking car hanger and hang it on whatever car they'll drive to the cafeteria to eat). There was a box of fresh strawberries, unopened jar of peanut butter, blackberry jam (when he opened it, he saw and smelled the mold). He reclosed and dropped the jam into the trash, then removed all the lunch products he saw (one small slice each of 4 to 6 meats). He offered, "We got sandwiches one cold cut and peanut butter and fresh strawberries." "What's to drink?" "Hot tea both normal and decaf... Beer, [name of brand name lemon-lime soft drink he saw]." "The cold cuts, what cold cuts?" "Uh, a slice of beef bologna, slice of ham, a slice of roast beef, two slivers of salami." "Okay, everything but the salami, because there's only one salami I want anywhere near me and that'll be after lunch." She usually got acne-like speckles on her face and tits when she ate salami and could care less why (she just avoided it). She sat down and watched him make lunch. "Beer and a glass of water to drink... I don't need more caffeine." Typical college student logic: beer = anti-caffeine. He found a box of that milk that could be stored at room temperature until it was opened, it was unopened and in the back of the fridge (the sell by date was 10 days ago, but it was in the fridge for two or three semesters). He never had the stuff before and sniffed it like a dog who was hungry enough to expand his menu choice beyond the normal but not yet hungry enough to eat anything that didn't bite back. It smelled different than 'normal' milk, but better than skim milk or soy milk, so he grabbed a 12 ounce glass, poured about a shot glass full of that milk into the tall glass, and drank it down. A little too sweet but he couldn't have any sandwich with peanut butter unless he drank milk with it. He poured a glass full of milk and opened a can of beer, and placed both on the table. He filled a glass with tap water added it to the table and then covered a slice of bread with mayo and mustard and covered the other with every scrap coldcut that wasn't salami. She got up to get chips and cookies. He used only one knife to spread the mayo over her bread and and slice the strawberries. He got a text from Romeo: Where you at? @ house. Having lunch, Y? Don't touch the strawberries! He called, "Too late. Already sliced up, mixed with peanut butter between two slices of bread. I'm pulling a Lincoln out of my wallet. It'll be on your keyboard by the time you get back... hell, it'll be there by the time I hang up." He pulled his wallet out and placed the cash on the keyboard. "Thought you didn't like strawberries... I meant allergic?... then why?... understood. No, I didn't touch the Champagne, tried it once at a family wedding a few years ago... worst-tasting white wine in the world." Rom hung up on him. "Who--" "Romeo Alpha Deltha... The guy we call Rom because he reminds us of Quark's brother except with bigger ears." "How'd he get that name?" "His father is Master Chief Deltha, excuse me, Senior Master Chief Deltha. He's in communications with the Navy." "PR or radio?" "Radio. Rom is 7th of his father's 9 children. His father liked the initials R.A. and didn't think far enough to see how it'd combine with Deltha. Anyway, after choosing so many names, he could only get a few names that ended in 'a', but most of them were girls names, but when he heard Alpha at work, then on Animal Planet or another station during a show about Timberwolves, he decided Alpha was a very masculine-sounding name. As far as Rom's mother, she is PASSIVE. She'd demure to anyone with at least one testicle and a history of being nice to her. Rom in particular is very protective of her and she even more submissive to his will than her husband's." Charley's New Home "How'd Victor get the nickname Crooner?" Poindexter repeated the lie Victor told him, "He was born Victor James LaFontaine. One of the holographic characters in the last season or two or DS9 was Vic Fontaine... basically Frank Sinatra, down to the blue eyes, similar songs and Italian names." Vic was careful about what parts of his past he spoke of and especially the fact he changed his name. "I have two sisters, my annoying one has a husband. She's is Donna Doris Smith. She loved to mess with Toria and I when we were growing up. Our pets never liked her either. She's the one relative that I'm unsure bring you near because I can't figure out what she did to make our pets uneasy." "How about your younger sister?" "Toria, she was the first female I spent the night with in the same chamber, assuming you take Christian doctrine as true." "What?" "We spent 256 nights together in an increasing cramped space, we got out shortly after Mom went into labor with us." "She's your twin?" "Yes. Logical thought not going yet?" "Not sure, that was just a simple puzzle." "Toria is something of a player, but she's a good person, not the least bit violent and unlike many players, she has a responsibility streak and a love of reading." They entered their room and she grabbed and pulled his top off, sending his glasses flying. "You know when we're facing each other standing on level ground, I'm staring you right about nipple height?" "Turn about is fair play. I stare at your gorgeous tits a lot." She pulled off her glasses and smiled, "You want to stare at my naked tits?" "Yes, please." "Well, you'll need to expose them yourself, because it'd be too much exertion for me to do it." "Oh, really?" He knew she was playing, she offered no resistance to him pulling her long sleeve shirt over her head, followed by slowly sinking to his knees, then untucking and unbuttoning her short sleeved shirt from the bottom up. Her belly spasmed with pleasure when he gave her belly button a rim job with an extra slobbery tongue. She looked down on him kissing and licking her belly and bellybutton. He deliberately avoiding touching her breasts, "Do I have to beg you for a breast exam?" "Yes." He said quickly as he licked and kissed her belly more. "Please strip me naked. I want to do this before I lose my nerve." He reached for her cleavage and grasped for the clasp. "Silly boy, I've got two kinds of bras." He reached to her mid-back and unhooked her bra with one hand. "Beginner's luck." Flung it behind his back, over his shoulder and landed and rolled into the living room (where his room door opened into). "Yea, right, slut." "Do you like being called slut?" "No." "Why do you think I would?" He took his hands and massaged her naked breasts, he left copious amounts of saliva on her nipples and licked her valley floor between her twin peaks as her massaged the crests of her hills. He shifted to kiss her mons. "Wait. I want to give you something first." "What?" "Stand, hands behind your back. Strip yourself to the waist." She knelt before him and fumbled with his belt like a nervous wreck. He stopped her, pulled her gently towards her feet. "Don't force yourself." "I want to, but I'm scared." "Am I that ugly?" "No." "I smell?" "Yes, you smell nice." "So what's scary." "You're so long." "Well, thanks. Wanna know a secret about the penis?" She nodded. "The differently colored part at the very tip. He has about half the nerve endings." "Really?" "As long as you can take the first third to half-dozen centimeters past your teeth and don't bite, you'll just give pleasure. Try sucking my thumb." She obeyed and gave his thumb a sloppy blow job. He moaned in pleasure, "My thumb is much longer than 6 centimeters" "If that's true, why is deep throating ability so coveted?" "Because it's the extreme, the throat is tighter and squeezing and sucking at the same time." "Oh. Want me to deep throat you?" "Only if you really want to learn or it doesn't hurt you." He stripped to the waist, she pulled the rest of his clothes down to his ankles, but didn't attempt to move or remove his socks. He stood there getting a blow job from a woman who had less of an idea how to do this than most virgins. He never mentioned the word 'teeth' but coached her to "drop your jaw a little" and "don't worry about drool, oral sex involves a lot of drool, besides messy gives more pleasure." He moaned, "I wish this could last for hours." She opened her mouth stood with intense knee pain. "Fuck that hurts." She denied him even one word edgewise, "Not mouth, my knees. These jeans are great for winter because they're not flares (very tight ankles, but they creased and that crease dug into my knees)." "Let me undress you the rest of the way. I want to eat you, you can finish the blow job later, and yes, I'll definitely ask." He French kissed her, broke the kiss, "You have a talented mouth." He sat her on the edge of the bed near the foot of the bed, he grabbed a pillow to use as a kneeler and just took his time inhaling her scent, kissing, licking and praising. Neither noticed Rom and a black woman named Nyota Penda (a Kenyan woman who just got kicked out of their university despite having a very good GPA -- she was unable to pay). Nyota backtracked and looked through the open bedroom door. Rom joined her, and joined hands with her. "Gives you any ideas?" Dexter picked up her legs and put them on his shoulders as he just buried his face deep in her pussy and just licked and slurped with no sense of rhythm or idea what he was doing (he knew he wanted to make her cum, but he had no idea what he needed to do). She laid back, her eyes closed and masturbated (rubbing her clit and clithood) while he licked her. "I've never done that, Romeo?" Nyota whispers didn't hide her concern. "Neither have I, but I'd enjoy demonstrating how that feels to you. Do you want to own the first pussy I taste?" "Take notes, baby." Dexter stopped and said, "Stop masturbating... let me do that for you." He finger fucked her and finding her g-spot without realizing. She smiled broadly splayed out spread eagle and gave Dexter free reign. He sucked her clit and he rubbed her g-spot and she just screamed and her pussy clinched down on his fingers with a spasming death grip. After about 15 to 20 clinching grabs, she relaxed and realized if she didn't run to the toilet she'd wet his bed. She ran to the bathroom and pushed Nyota in the tits (apologizing as she passed behind her). Rom smiled, "I'm looking to expand what carpet munching techniques I know, Would you mind describing?" "Tomorrow morning unless Charley says she willing to spare me, now. Are you offended by nudity, miss..." "Penda... Nyota Penda. No I'm not." "Nyota this is Poindexter, most people we know call him Dexter sooner or later. I don't I've heard your other names, I know your initials are QDP, but..." "Quintin Douglas, hence I use Poindexter." "Ever wish you were Your dad's name plus Junior?" "No, Dad's name plus Junior is my paternal grandfather. Dad's William Thomas Poindexter, the second. More normal name, yea. But after really thinking it through, I'm convinced that giving a son his father's name is a horrible disservice to him, especially if the father dead by the time the boy's born." Charley slipped next to Nyota and said, "Sorry to bump into you like that, Nyota, I just didn't want to wet the bed. Did I hurt you?" "No, what did he do to you and could you show... uh?" "Charley, just call me Charley, like the girl in Firestarter." "Charley, boy's name?" "Charlene, Charley's the nickname." "Oh." "First thing, you'll need to take off your skirt and shoes, and panties too if you're wearing any." "I am." "Just strip from the waist down, and go pee if you need to. Oh, y'all, one little hint: The bathroom walls are thin and made with efficient acoustic conductors. I heard every word all three of you said." From the words, 'I heard...' beyond were redundant to all the computer nerds in the room. Nyota was an intelligent woman with almost no knowledge in the physical sciences. "And yes, I'm willing to take a few minutes to let the men swap techniques." "Ah." "Later we can set the men down and we can swap blow job techniques." "Blow job? Have heard term, no idea what it means." "Dexter, stand please." She turned back to the black beauty next to her and said, "Allow me to demonstrate a little bit of what blow job is." She knelt on the pillow and took as many inches in her mouth as she could. She sucked loudly. Dexter said, "Baby, you suck..." spoke the first three words snidely, then added "in the best way possible." in a sweet tone on voice. She let him out of her mouth and stood, "That's what blow job means... usually it's sucking until he's very stiff or until he can't help but cum. Cum actually don't taste that bad... too salty to taste good, but it's viscosity is thicker-than-cough-syrup and that viscosity is actually be more of something I'll need to get past than the taste." "Really." She laid down, spread her legs, "Show them how you get me off." She smiled at Nyota and Nyota was unsure whether Charley looked at her with lust or as if to say, 'you don't know this yet, but you will LOVE this.' Rom just watched the licking for a moment, then attempted to mimic. Spreading her long legs into the nightstand and Charley's leg. Rom's first licks were to the edges of the crotch where her legs met her groin. Nyota's toes curled instantly and her eye, while open had their input just ignored as everything in her mind and brain concentrated on feeling Rom's tongue. She then realized, with some embarrassment, that she was fondling Dexter's balls with the balls of her feet. She moaned Swahili words praising Rom in the most lewd and crass terms. Rom was fully dressed and enthusiastically slurping. Rom stopped because his clothes were too uncomfortable. "I have to drop my pants." "Getting naked seems fair. I mean, you've seen me naked." Charley stared at his denim and cotton encased dick as he dropped jeans, then tighty whities. "Impressive." She tried unsuccessfully to use Leonard Nimoy's 'Spock voice'. But she stared at this rock hard, slightly curved penis that she estimated to be 15 centimeters, if not slightly longer (6 inches if one can't think like Charley). Nyota has had straight sex once, she felt the penis in her hand and pussy but the man was too shy to display his 3.75 inches to her view. He (Rom's dick) was the first penis she stared at. She exercised extreme self-control to not look at Dexter's penis before now because she wanted her Romeo's to be the first penis she ever saw. After Rom went down on her again, she gave this drunken/stoned smile at the feeling. "Nyota, what do you think of Dexter's dick?" "Longer, skinny... too skinny to be blunt. My Romeo, he's got a nice thick one." Rom just licked her more for that comment. Dexter stepped closer, and failed to whisper, "Suck her clit. She'll go fucking ape shit." He sucked and it didn't do much for her, much less than it should have. Nyota was embarrassed for surviving genital mutilation, but the mutilator failed to cut off her entire clit. She nearly ran out of the room (she chose a virgin man to fuck because he'd have fewer expectations on her anatomy). She almost stood and ran from the room in tears but Rom followed Dexter's prompting and felt for her g-spot, she torqued her neck in a painful way and ululated in a volume that she shouldn't have been able to make from such a tiny round body (needless to say he found her spot). When Nyota came down from her orgasm, her started noticing neck was sore. She moaned about it and Rom was offering massage, warm compresses and every kind of pain pill they had in the place (four different over the counter pills, each a piece of a housewarming package from a different set of their parents or parent/step-parent). Charley whispered to Dexter, "I think there's something unusual about her clit." "Yours is longer." "No, it's shape." "I didn't mean to, but saw a black classmate's dick in high school, granted were weren't fully adults, but in hindsight he had just had his final growth spurt at 15, good enough because he was over 6 foot 7... barely over 2 meters." He knew enough to translate to metric for Charley's benefit. "And he had a short dick?" "It was placid, but it didn't have this kind of rounding." He traced his cockhead. "It was very angular." "That's unusual. But Nyota's looked more surgery gone wrong than nature made." "Could've have been an animal attack? Forget I said that, beyond stupidity." "You're right, but I hear your concern. I value intelligence, but intelligence at the expense of empathy is a relationship killer... at least for me." "Noted. Do you want to pick up where we left off?" "Not quite, as I recall, I need to finish giving you head. Move the nightstand, and stand where the nightstand will have been." "You have to be well awake. You are using the correct English for the situation." "Well, English is like a first language to me." He moved the night stand and stood where it had been. She laid down (head on a pillow and typical prone lay down one does to sleep in a bed. She rolled onto her side and stared at his manhood, momentarily dismayed. She held him out, extending his penis high and licked at his scrotum. "Thank you, that feels good. Continue." She licked his cock met his scrotum and he looked down and smiled. She pushed on the front of his hip softly and he leaned back a bit. She drew his head into her mouth and suckled. He ran his fingers through her hair, softly, praising her sensual sucking. She choked on him when she took too much of him too quickly. She pulled him out, panted and gazed at him with a look somewhere between bitch-in-heat and 'you will obey me, bitch'. She gave only one order, "Cum." "I can't take much more. Make me cum, please." "Fine." She turned from her side onto her back, opened her mouth almost like a snake will as she picked up and pulled his cock and balls over her face. She let go and dropped his balls in her mouth. He leaned forward and leaned on his arms, his hands in fists like he was doing push ups on his knuckles. He momentarily forgot how to breath. "If you really want to make me cum take my scrotum out and put my dick head in." She obeyed. "And suck gently at first." She obeyed. "Now increase your speed." She tried to bob a bit and sucked faster. "That's done it... no stopping, any second now." She coughed struggled for breath as she felt his cum slam into the back of her throat, she only had half an inch in her mouth but his cum flew the remaining distance. She shifted her tongue and made him cum under her tongue. He didn't care, he had an orgasm. He didn't even care if she swallowed. She didn't just give him head, willingly, she asked to give him head. That was what really stroked Dexter's ego. That was far more important to him than anything else about the blow job, more important even than letting him cum in her mouth. She sat up to swallow his cum better. He sat behind her, rubbed her back, swept her long hair away and licked her neck. She had an orgasm from that and the excitement of getting a man off with a blow job for the very first time. "Lay next to me, she panted, but get those condoms first." It was his turn to obey and tossed the kneeler-pillow up onto her crotch while he was at it. When he was through to the far side of the bed, she leaned back. "Let's just lay here and hold hands for a moment." "Okay." "What's the best thing that's happened with us sexually today?" "That's a tough one. If anyone in this house deserves a lover who'll treat him right, it's Rom. He really got a huge ego boost out of getting her off. We helped him be as good of a success as he was. I too, thoroughly enjoyed being able to pleasure you and I took special pleasure in you asking me if it were okay to give me a blow job. You didn't just acquiesce when I asked, you wanted to. You wanted to have me." He got an erection from that, he wasn't recalling her blow job, just recalling his perception of her reasoning. He reached out, drew her into his grasp and cuddled her. "Are you tired? Do you want to fuck? or Something else entirely?" "Let's fuck. I want to get him good and inflated first." "Alright." He smiled. She slipped down and licked his cock. She then ripped open a condom and twirled the rolled edge in her fingers one way then the other until the condom began to unroll from the ring. She then rolled it on his cock. She made eye contact and said, "I want one hand on my tits and the other on my hips, keep me upright." She knelt on the bed walked on her knees straddling him and lowered and impaled herself to get into something the karma sutra calls 'horseback position'. She rocked back and forth and enjoyed the feelings: not just how far in he pressed, which she enjoyed and the lack of painful stretching to the wide, but the feeling of being the queen and he was so focused on her, ok focused on her tits, but he was appreciative and fondling. She closed her eyes and exposed her enjoyment moreso than even her body. He filled the condom before she could get off, but he said, "Don't stop. I have cum but I'm still hard from you and want you to cum." She suggested a position and condom change. She brought her lips to his cock but caught a whiff and refused to taste the condom lube. She rubbed his slicked dick to keep it hard. She got on her hands and knees and begged for it (thinking this was something Dexter would get off hearing), and she was correct. He mounted her and fucked her with long strokes. One time when he drew back and thrust in, she got especially randy. He rubbed his dick on the spot that produced the greatest pleasure and she eventually moaned, then screamed into a pillow and about an ounce or two of fluid squirted out of her; he smelled and tasted it and disagreed with her about it being urine (he didn't think it was, she couldn't think of what else it could be). She crawled into the far side of the bed and growled in disgust (she was ready for bed, but she remembered her unbrushed teeth). She took one of his short sleeve button down shirts and buttoned 2 buttons near the top. Because he was 6 foot nothing and she just under 5 foot nothing, the shirt tail hung about as low as a minidress. Her flowing hair hung to her knees. She did her evening routine but decided against a shower because the sheets were as dirty as they were. She crawled into bed again, stripping off his shirt as he returned to their room. He shut the door quietly and went to turn on the TV and find something worth watching. He'd gone through 20 channels when he saw Rom exit his room the same way he just did. "Wore her out, Rom?" "Yea, y'know I really hated my first name from the our English teacher's first lesson on Shakespeare. It wasn't like I had a cool middle name and Delta Burke had that series she was a star of when I was in middle school, so I couldn't easily go by Deltha. My father's people have an acronym: S.O.L., shit out of luck." Dexter laughed at first loudly then quickly dropped his voice. "Well, 37 channels till Bruce." "What do you mean?" "There's an old bruce Springsteen song: 57 channels and nothing on." "57 Channels? That's either older than my parents or he had basic cable." "1990s, I think, maybe the 80's but--" "That explains it." Neither man was alive in 1985. The month was November 2008 and they had both already turned 19 that year. "You know I'm in love." "Are you sure it's that serious?" "No." "Well, have fun. Is she a citizen?" Charley's New Home "Not today. Her application is running into some bureaucracy." He lied with a straight face. She actually had a student visa that would expire one semester after she stopped going to school. She also rightly believed, she'd be slain if she returned to her family (and if she got back to Kenya, her family would get her returned sooner or later). She had been given loads of documents to sign including one that stated she had no right to claim refugee status based on genital mutilation or the threat of it happening. "That sucks, how are you helping her?" He knew Rom was going to help her. "I have always perceived promises seriously." "What are you planning? Anything you need help on? Anything I might want to talk you out of?" "In reverse order. No! I'll need you parts of several days, during the evening and got a tux that you can wear?" He thought Rom might be getting married but he was going to have a little fun at his expense, "Well, first why me when you have a hottie like Nyota? Second as long as don't wear me out too much, I've got to keep enough of the white stuff to keep Charley from torching things? Third," he placed his hand in Rom's knee, looked into his eyes and said, "all depends on whether Charley will permit me. We've not yet defined our relationship, but if you want to try me, I'm willing to experiment." Rom stared at Dexter in disbelief, "Are you fucking with me?" "Only if you want me to or only if you want me to and Charley permits depending on how you mean." Rom patted Dexter's hand and said, "Always fun to have a friend who loves me." Dexter withdrew his hand. To keep it there would push the joke too far. "But that's what I really want to know. Were you fucking with me when you were suggesting Charley is a firebug?" "She grew out of that, but she is hot, a horror novel fan and has the same name as real firestarter from the movies. Drew Barrymore played her. Zero sex appeal in movies she did around then, but fuck! The shit she did around her playboy spread and after, that's a 180 on that sex appeal." "Disjointed and weird thoughts... they've got special happy pills for that." "What, you're a hot guy... finding you attractive is not weird. NOT finding a grade schooler hot in a sexual way is not weird. If Drew Barrymore as an adult isn't one of the top ten most lusted after Hollywood actresses, presently, I'd love to know who they polled." "If this is you, sober, remind me not to get you drunk." Rom laughed, shook his head and took one step back to his room when Nyota emerged from that room. "Who's turn to make dinner?" She asked. "We don't cook, we all have 7-day meal plans." "I suppose that's cost effective if you can't cook," Nyota was surprised. "but I like cooking." "I like eating home cooking." Dexter said with a voice that would have been accompanied with a wagging tail if he was a 4-legged son-of-a-bitch. Nyota took inventory of the kitchen and found all the cooking containers were one not-yet-used metal cookie sheet, few pyrex skillets, corel baking dishes... washed in the automatic dishwasher after their last use but almost never used. When Nyota saw how few groceries there were, even basic spices (like salt, pepper) were all but absent, she compiled a list inside her aching skull. Rom stayed close by and when she made a passing bitching remark at her aching head, Rom dug out four bottles of drug-store brand medications: aspirin, tylenol, motrin and aleve. She picked aspirin and he broke the foil and dished out two pills, which she took. Rom and Nyota were gone for a little over two hours, returning with more groceries than really needed. Some of these were things bought once in a while like mayo, dressing, peanut butter, jelly, etc. She left a large hunk of lamb out and sliced it into parts., using 1 part for the meal tonight and freezing the rest. She was organized and cooked more by sight and smell of the ingredients cooking than anything else. She had been cooking/helping to cook for the last 18 of her 20.5 years. Nyota enjoyed cooking the two men there enjoyed the scent and how cute she looked in short shorts and cooking apron. The scents and noise woke Charley up. She stumbled out in the nude. She asked, "What so edible out here besides you three?" "Dinner", the men replied in unison. "I'll get dressed and help out." Before Charley could walk back in, Dexter called out, "You don't have to, you look great as you are." She flipped off Dexter and walked back into their room and rooted through the clutter for her bags of clean clothes. Dexter went to her and said, "I didn't realize those words could have hurt. All I intended to, in yet one more way, say you have a gorgeous body. Please help me learn from my mistake." "Later, I'm pissed at you," her lips began to form an 'm' sound but decided, "presently." was much better to say than momentarily in context. "Ask me when I calm down." The four ate dinner together, Charley helped clean up until she dropped several plates, one at a time over the course of a minute (shattering one, but the others survived unscathed into the dishwasher). This got her sent off to bed. Dexter helped her with nighttime routine (mostly, reminding her of what she had done and had remaining to do). Dexter turned down Nyota's and Rom's invitation to join in a threesome, but said, "Ask me again after I can ask Charley's permission. She might want to make it a foursome." Nyota said, "I'm not a fan of loving my fellow woman like that?" "I'll be sure to tell her, then remind her." "W-w-w-why remind?" "She's eager to try women. She has no idea if she'll like it." * * * The next week, Nyota and Rom announce their engagement. Rom was in his last semester of pre-law. Nyota took the lead in arranging something she wanted and Rom was willing to do: She and Charley swapping men. "Charley, mind if we talk on the back porch?" "Sure" They head out and Noyta said, "Remember that time you were teaching Rom how to eat me?" "Yes. Is he improving?" Nyota just beamed a smile. "That's wonderful." "Thanks, I have a serious question, one you should feel free to say no to." "What?" "I'd like for my Romeo, Dexter, you and I to get together and swap... I mean, you and I swap men." "I believe I know Dexter's response and he does have a veto only because we both must agree. I would say yes." "I hate to be the heartbreaker but I have no interest in women, but I'm fine with the fact that you do." "I Understand." Charley walked inside and Nyota held her arms open towards Rom and he went to embrace her. Once in her arms he whispered, "Her answer?" "She wants to, she's asking Dexter presently." "Good. I hope he's not pissed." "She's... psyched and believes Dexter will agree, but she just wanted to give him the option to say no." Dexter agreed to the 4-some/swap. That night the four prepared dinner and had a pair of beers each and met in Rom and Nyota's room. Nyota was the eldest among them and she was a good 4 months shy of her 21st birthday. Nyota was in a "tease" mood and suggested "Texas Strip 'Em Poker." The rules were the following: "Everyone gets 3 chips for 'in' 'raise' and 'call'. After 3 cards are dealt face up and the two face down cards to all, the 1st chip is thrown in and each player decides whether or not to fold. After the 4th face up card, everyone who hasn't yet folded can fold or 'raise', after the final face up card is dealt each player who hasn't already folded can 'call' or fold. All who called compare hands, highest wins, everyone else strips 1 article of clothing per chip thrown in." Nyota absentmindedly forgot to separate the jokers from the other 52 cards. Everyone attempted to shuffle the cards, but only Charley and Dexter could get them to riffle. Nyota dealt first. First a face-up community card, then 1 to each (herself last), then another face up, and so forth until everyone had 2 cards and there were 3 face up cards (Both black aces and an 8 of diamonds). Everyone threw 1 chip in and no one folded. The next card was a joker... which everyone decided to put to the side and deal again: 2 of hearts. Nyota thought her red two and red ace looked like the winning hand, so she threw a chip in. Rom decided his off-suit 3 and 4 couldn't win, so he folded and tapped his socks (removed his shoes, shoes were forbidden in the house, so the table rule was tap your socks to 'remove shoes'). Dexter had a red king and a black king and decided he'd stay in. The final card was a red 5. Rom said, "That would have been an off-suit straight." Charley said, "I think I may have the best hand. I have 2 black 8's and the 8 there, gives me three of a kind and add that club and spade..." indicating the the two aces, "I don't think anyone here can beat that hand." Nyota tapped her socks, then removed them (shoes were collectively 1 article, but the socks were considered 1 each). Dexter followed suit. The next two hands revealed Charley with the weakest hand. She was sheepishly wearing just her undershirt and skirt -- she'd removed her bra, blouse, both socks, 'shoes' and panties on her two previous hands. Rom won both; Nyota was down to her blouse and bra (she had removed her panties and skirt. Dexter had bet heavily on both hands and was now naked and out of the running. The last hand all three go all in, since Charley got very cocky on her hand (2 aces, with only face cards on the upturned cards (1 black jack, 2 red kings, 2 black queens), "I bet you all, oral sex, no reciprocation needed that I have the highest hand." "I'll take that bet." He smiled at the two red queens in his hand. "What happens if you win?" Nyota asked "I don't owe anyone head." "Alright, I'm in." Nyota said, she dropped a Jack of Hearts and Jack of clubs. "Full house, jacks over kings, I think?" "You lose, too baby." He revealed his queens. "Well that beats my 2 pair." Charley sounded pissed "But you have a great pair, speaking of which... go ahead and reveal them at your leisure." Charley stood and stripped the rest of the way. "Okay, I'll pay up now. Who's first?" "Ladies first." Both men said and pointed to Nyota. "So, do those free blow jobs include one for me or not?" Dexter asked. "No, you were already out." Charley dives on Nyota's muff. Nyota was uneasy for about 15 minutes, then let go of most of her inhibitions and got close to orgasm. Charley was doing her best to lick and explore every part of this pussy. She wanted to taste, to smell to touch everything. Nyota was very self-conscious about her lack of clit (okay partial lack but surviving genital mutilation was made harder with a woman in position to not notice). The men each stroked one of Nyota's breasts and this more than anything is what finally distracted Nyota to notice just the fingers, mouth and tongue, and not the fact it was a woman who owned the latter. Dexter suggested a break to Charley and she agreed. Dexter added, "That's why I take breaks." "I can't breathe through my nose." "Breathe through your mouth." "Holy shit! that's what you did!" "Yes, mouth breathing, great to do when one can't get air through the nose." Nyota was dismayed about Charley continuing. Charley was literally on her knees begging, but Nyota turned her down. "Charley, when would you like to pay up the blow job you owe Rom?" "I need to get off!" Nyota complained. No one heard George fumbling for keys. George closed the door quietly because the house was dark, except for 1 room light and the lamp near the door that's linked up to a light detector and turns on when dark enough and off a little after sunrise (all asleep he assumed). He headed to the bathroom quickly oblivious to the discussion. Charley and Rom just watched as Dexter did his level best to make Nyota cum. Dexter enjoyed her taste (Nyota tasted better than Charley, and Dexter thought Charley's taste was exceptional). Nyota laid back, legs spread wide and gave him access. She held his head so he remained close. He couldn't breathe though his nose to he breathed though his mouth as he ate her pussy. Nyota lasted all of 1 minute before her eyes rolled back into her head and she moaned, "Oh fuck yea!" She thrashed like a melodramatic depiction of an epileptic's grande mal seizure and then went still except for panting. Dexter laid next to her, kissed her cheek and asked, "Did you enjoy what Charley started and I finished?" "Yes." She said dreamily. "Good boy... just let me lay here for a minute, then I'll swallow as much of you as I can." George got a glass of milk, drank it down and inverted the glass (still with a film of milk) in the top rack of the dishwasher. He went towards his room, walking around the coffee table to grab a magazine he bought and set down between the door and toilet, then saw Nyota kiss down Dexter's chest and towards his hard on. He couldn't see Charley on her knees with her mouth full at this point, but could see Nyota's gorgeous ass. He sat down on the sofa, back on the armrest. In the shadows, he wasn't obvious, but he'd be easily spotted if anyone looked out... no one did, they were too focused on sex. Nyota attempted to blow Dexter. Nyota was tentative with Dexter's dick because he was longer than Rom's and this intimidated her. She did a lot of licking and sucking only his head. Dexter spoke kind encouragements. He ran his fingers though her hair and stroked her cheek as he praised her efforts. He treated her with kindness almost as if she was his girlfriend. Rom wasn't oblivious to this, he just was getting too much pleasure having his dick in Charley's mouth to think much. Rom asked Charley to stop for a moment. "Let's move. I'll sit next to Dexter, then you can pick up where you left off." Charley sucked him slowly giving her mouth a working break and keeping him aroused but not 'advancing his arousal' closer to orgasm. Nyota and Charley take a break from sucking dick use their mouths for another, not exclusively feminine, action. Nyota said, "Charley, do you want to finish Dexter or my Romeo?" "You choose, who you want to finish and I'll do the other man?" "My Romeo." "He's close to popping." "I'm not sure how close Dexter it." "About half-way home." Dexter chimed in. "Would you mind quickie head?" "Any head is great head when you're mouth is involved." "I ought to give you a nice blow job for that." "At you're leisure, babe." Nyota and Charley switched places. Rom shot his load first and Nyota puts his dick deep in her mouth so she could swallow his cum without tasting it (she enjoyed pleasing Rom, Rom enjoyed getting his cum swallowed, but she hated the taste -- she let him shoot off directly into her throat -- so it didn't get on her taste buds. He really enjoyed the sensations given when she swallowed with his dick in her throat. When she did this everyone was happy. Dexter fed his cum to Charley and she savored it as she Frenched Dexter. They intimately, passionately shared his cum. She and Dexter each swallowed some of his semen. George wakes the next morning to read his father's email. They've cancelled all the phones except local phone for the house, effective end of the day, and his father's selling both suburbans (including the one he's using) the BMW and can no longer pay anything for his schooling starting next semester. George made contingency plans to skip a semester. He wasn't a great student (2.95 GPA, that was just barely poor enough academically to disqualify himself from merit-based grants and scholarships -- his father's past wealth made financial means-based scholarships impossible). George ran through options in his mind and applied to several jobs within walking distance including a nationally known pizza place whose store-property butted up against the university's land. The pizza place wanted to hire him as a driver (she, the manager, only had 2 and was sending her assistant managers and herself on the road more than long enough). She'd even give him a $100 bill out of her own cut of the store's profits if he checked out, got hired and lasted 20 shifts. He talked to both drivers and found out two got fired for street racing each other on the way back from deliveries, one had been in the hospital after getting permenantly paralyzed him from getting knocked off his motorbike by a big rig (just that week), the previous week (5 recent graduates left to start jobs that used their degrees and a driver got lead away in handcuffs for steeling from the till $10-20 dollars per shift over 2 months). George was convinced this workplace wasn't nearly as bad as a large majority of employees doing a job suddenly leaving work to never return over 2 week period). He had been driving since he was 16 (currently just over 3 years), he had not been caught doing anything remotely illegal with a car except parking where he shouldn't have, so the DMV check came back clean. He looked at the manager, Gina, a large woman (height, much more so, than weight). A thought crossed his mind: I wonder what she's like in bed. He made it a point to not stare. She said, "You will work at least 55 hours a week until we get more drivers." "If that lasts more than two weeks, I'll need to quit school, but Dad's decided I need to pay for my own education for the moment. I doubt he'll reverse course on this particular character-building exercise." George was going to keep the financial mismanagement as secret as he could (unless/until his father gets hauled to court for financial crimes). "I expect at least one or two periods to get enough drivers." "Period?" "A periods is 28 days, you-all get paid twice every period." "But not you?" "No, I get paid once per period, based on store performance." "I can walk through the campus and leave some fliers." "No, my predecessor got fired for doing that. Talking to friends is fine. No paper trail." "Is the extra $100 also something--" "Let them know I'll pay them a signing bonus if they get hired, but don't mention the amount. When can you start?" "As soon as I can get a car." "I recommend something small, the farther above 30 mpg, the better. Hybrids will be more expensive than the gas savings for this job, unless you can qualify for at least 5 grand in tax breaks." "Hmm." George nodded, "New or Used?" "If you can avoid it, don't inherit another's problems, but if used is the only thing available in your price range, get it. If they need an employment verification, here's my cel number." She scribbled out 10 digits starting with '318'. At this point "Stories of George" takes place. The rest of this story takes place after he gets his car ("Stories of George" includes how he got his car). George goes to work and is trained for two non-consecutive days (the first day he rode in Gina's passenger seat while she delivered and he observed. She rattled off every catch phrase and what every little number on the driver's sticker meant. She let him call the customer once (after he heard her end of several customer callbacks). George found the systems very simple, didn't see much in the way of improving them without compromising safety. They kept their tips, got a base wage, minimum-wage (not tip-minimum) for new hires, as well as an amount per delivery that varied with the price of gas, increasing a nickel for every higher 20 cent per gallon range. George worked over 60 hours the first week and withdrew from school. He got 40% of the tuition back, which he was able to talk the woman in the business office he dealt with then to get as cash. He calculated that if worked at this pace (with tips, "milage", base pay), he could pay for the rest of his BS in about 2 to 2.5 years. He couldn't imagine working and going to school simultaneously. George missed all the friends he knew at school. He worked 55 to 70 hours a week for the rest of that semester (even stayed away from his family at Thanksgiving, knowing damn well his father's financial cutbacks will put the family at each others' throats). By early December, the number of working drivers became 15 and he was able to talk his way into 4 consecutive days off (11 to 14 December). They closed early Christmas Eve and reopened 26 December (he'd be the last driver checked out before close Christmas Eve and help open the store on 26 December).