They had quickly worked out a way to operate in the small bathroom when they both had to get going in the morning. Anne, being shorter, stood next to the sink, Mary behind her, when they were combing and brushing hair, cleaning teeth and such. Their naked bodies touched pleasantly.
Anne raised an arm and began palpating her breast. “I really like my breasts. They´re my best feature.”
“Oh, yes. Forget about the face, the abs, the buns. Definitely the boobs.” Mary waved the drier around, blowing hot air on all the features.
“Well, anyway I sure get pleasure from them. What you did last night was incredible.”
“You never came before from having someone suck on them?”
“No. What a gas. Do you do that?”
“Dunno. Try me sometime.”
“Count on it.”
.oOo.
Early one morning, Anne dug in a drawer and pulled on her purple Speedo. Like skin, it cupped her prominent mons, rose high over the hips, clung tight at the shoulders and neck, flattening her breasts. She threw on her raincoat, stuffed her cap and goggles in a pocket.
“What you doing?” from the bed.
“Gym has the pool open mornings for lap swimmers. Got to get some exercise. See you later.”
.oOo.
[This indentation and the one in the previous paragraph are different from each other]Alex came round one afternoon with Anne. Mary was already there, working.
“Alex, talk statistics to me,” Mary said.
Anne settled in with her history text while the two wrangled over statistics homework. When Tom knocked on the door, he gave Anne a sheaf of papers.
“Look this over for me, will you? It´s that essay Ms. Whatshername...”
“Kaufmann.”
“… wants next week. Just a start.”
Anne moved back to the sofa and Tom sat beside her. She handed him her history book. “All right, but learn this for me, will you?”
“No, but I´ve got to read it anyway. I´ll trade you back. Sorry, I shouldn´t have interrupted.”
“Once won´t hurt.”
Much later, they all went to the Union for supper. As they walked back, Alex said to Anne, “My roommate´s out this evening. Want to come in?”
Mary and Tom went upstairs, Alex and Anne went down the hall to Room 123. At midnight, Anne tapped her key on their door. It opened.
Tom said, “Welcome home. I´m just leaving. Mary´s in bed.”
Impulsively, Anne gave him a hug. “Good night. Sleep well.”
Tom hugged her back, brushed her lips with his. “Don´t do that again, or I won´t sleep at all.”
Anne closed the door behind him and went into the bedroom, stripping off her clothes.
“Don´t do what again?”
“I gave him a hug. Full boobs. Got some lip.”
“Good. It´ll give him something to think about. Come here, I want to see what Alex tastes like.”
.oOo.
[I guess it was the first paragraph that was the anomaly]Anne sat alone at lunch in the Union. A dark-haired fellow stopped. His tray was piled with books; his food perched precariously in the remaining space.
“Mind if I sit here?”
“No, go ahead. Watch out you don´t...”
His hamburger fell on the table. Anne made a grab and kept it from falling on the floor. When he had settled his tray on the table, she took a napkin from it and wiped her hands.
“Sorry.”
“´S okay. Just don´t aim that thing at me. You might try one tray for books and one for food.”
“I´m not too organized, I guess. At least I haven´t spilled my drink,” he said, gesturing. His hand brushed the cup, sloshing some of the contents on his books.
“Watch out! God, I thought you´d done it after all. You are a menace to society, or at least to public order.”
The man´s face had turned bright red. “Damn. It happens every time.”
“You mean you´re always decorating the landscape like this?”
“Not usually. It´s just every time I try to meet someone, I turn into a total catastrophe.”
“Lonely, huh? Well, pretend we´ve already met. I´m Anne Stilwell. NO! Don´t try to shake...”
Anne collapsed in laughter as the man mopped at his pants, tried to rescue his books and do several other things at once. Finally, a form of order was restored and Anne mopped her streaming eyes with a tissue.
“Is it over, now?”
“God, I hope so. Feel free to move if you want. I´ll just sit here and turn into a damp rag.”
“Oh, I couldn´t do that. Not after all you´ve been through. Put your hands in your lap... That´s right. Now tell me your name.”
“I´m Saul Katz. Freshman, obviously. Thank you, Anne.”
“You´re welcome. Now, carefully, start eating. Maybe you need nourishment. Then, we can start to get acquainted.”
They each ate for a moment, eyeing each other warily until Anne started to giggle.
“This is just too much. What made you want to sit here, anyway?”
“Well, you´re very pretty, and I´ve seen you around the last few days. We´re in the same Business section, and I saw you this morning at the pool.”
“You swim? Sorry. How else would you have seen me? I´m sorry, I missed you – didn´t see you, I mean... But yes. You´re the one who went up against the prof in Business yesterday. I thought you were right, and you made your case. Subsidies are stupid.”
“You going to go out for swimming? You do a mean ‘fly.”
“I don´t think so. I swam in High School. Loved it, but I´m not champion class. At least, I don´t want to work that hard, and anyway at eighteen, I´m over the hill. I figure I´m going to have to work hard enough to get things right in the study department. Any extra time, I want to have some fun, too. You?”
“No. Did some free style. Need to work at the books, too. But I like the workout. Just hate getting up early.”
When they had finished their food. Anne began gathering her things.
“Is it safe now? Can we walk and talk together without endangering the entire building? Don´t be mad, now. I like you so far.”
“Oh, I´m not offended. I just get so pissed at myself when I get clumsy. Where are you going?”
“I have an afternoon class at the East Wing. You going that way?”
They walked out of the building and across the campus, chatting. At the East Wing, Anne turned to go inside. Saul was headed further.
“Saul, why don´t you get yourself a book bag or a backpack? You seem to carry all your stuff with you, so you could at least keep it from falling all over the place. Meet me here after class; we could go down to the Army-Navy store and see what they´ve got.”
“Thanks, Anne. I´d like that. See you.”
Anne reached up and touched his cheek. “It´s really not so hard to pick a girl up, you know. You managed just fine. See you.”
Saul was blushing madly as he turned away.
.oOo.
After the telephone installer left, Mary put the phone books in the bookcase, then pulled the Yellow Pages back out.
Under “Stables and Riding Academies”, she found a listing for the Quarter Horse Association of America.
“Hi. My name is Mary Travis. I´m from Fairplay, Colorado, and I´m a freshman at the University. Is there anywhere around here where I can ride a little? Yes, I´ve seen the listings for the riding academies in the Yellow Pages, that´s where I found you. Aren´t they all English style?... Oh, good... Can you give me a name and number?
There was a stable that specialized in quarter horses and Western Pleasure Riding. Anne had told her to use her car when she wanted, so she drove out after class. There was a barn, some stable buildings and exercise yards. A large wooded area lay beyond some meadows. Mary walked into the office. A gray-haired woman in jeans was on the telephone.
“Thanks. Sorry you can´t make it. Call me when you feel better.” She turned to Mary, “How can I help you?”
Mary introduced herself, told the lady – a Sarah Posito – something about her background and what she was looking for.
“Well, just riding costs money.” She named a pretty high hourly fee. “But we always need hands around here and if you can teach, you can really help me out. I have a regular class on Wednesday afternoons, and the gal who usually teaches it broke her leg. Do you mind mucking out and that stuff?”
“How can you avoid it? I never saw a horse yet who could be potty trained. I don´t have all the time in the world, but maybe we can work something out. How old is this class, anyway?”
“They´re girls, mostly twelve to fourteen.”
“God, just the worst age. Want a horse to love. They think horses are easier to handle than boys.”
“You´ve taught that age, then?”
“No. Just been that age. I´m not a teacher at all, just an underage cowpoke. Grew up working on my Aunt´s ranch in Fairplay.”
“Want to give it a try?”
“Well, let´s start out talking about my doing some work for you in return for some saddle time. I´m not sure I´d know what to say to girls that age.”
Mary and Sarah walked around the grounds. Mary looked over the horses, spotted the good ones, noted one or two really lousy ones, talked to several of them. The place was clean, well organized.
“Take that tack and saddle up Hero, over there. I´ll ride with you for a while.”
Sarah went to where a handsome paint was tethered with her girth loosened, and cinched it up. Mary had a short talk with Hero, an appaloosa gelding who seemed a little unsure of her. When she thought she had made contact, Mary ran her hands over him, put his bridle on and started to saddle him up. When she mounted and walked him over to Sarah, he tried to misbehave, but Mary wouldn´t let him.
“When did you start riding?”
“Guess I was about six. We moved to Fairplay when I started school. Must have been seven before I really got the hang of it. Thanks for giving me a good one. Hero´s okay if you talk to him right.”
“Lot of people won´t go near Hero. Sorry for testing you.”
“At least you didn´t give me that bay. He´s dangerous.”
“Yeah, I know. Got him in a deal along with a better horse. I´m going to have to sell him on.”
“Well, he´s got good blood. Let me talk to him a while before you sell him. Probably never be a rent-a-horse, but he might learn some manners. What´s his name?”
“The guy who sold him to me called him ‘Killer´. His papers call him Western Boy. You can call him anything you want, as far as I´m concerned.”
They rode out through the autumn woods, Mary leading along a narrow trail to where the dried-up corn fields took over. A little further along to the south, there was a wide ride between two windbreaks. They cantered easily along together, then turned to head back. Mary started Hero along in a walk, then called out, “Hey Sarah, look at this!” Hero was covering ground in a smooth, flowing gait faster than a walk, not a trot.
Sarah pushed her mount to keep up. “What is that? A foxtrot? How did you do that?”
“Just took a chance and asked him to. Wouldn´t have mattered if he didn´t know what I was saying, but he did. I had a foxtrotter once.” She reined Hero back to a walk, let Sarah catch up. “Some of the Forest Service horses are foxtrotters, and my aunt picked one up. I loved that guy. He´s still on the ranch. Turned into a good cow pony, too.”
“Do it again and wait for me at the end of the ride there.”
Mary cued Hero, who lifted his head and set off down the grassy track, the fallen leaves crackling under his hoofs. At the turning, Mary stopped and waited for Sarah.
“That´s beautiful. I´ve never seen it before. And, to look at you, I´d have said you were born on a horse. Listen. I don´t know what you want to do here, or whether you can teach or anything. Just keep coming here and talking to my horses. If you can handle them, maybe you can handle pre-teen horse lovers.”
“Deal.”
.oOo.
Saul bought a small backpack and stuffed his books, notes and magazines into it.
“Thanks, Anne. It´s a good idea. I just need to get used to it. I am not the world´s most organized guy. That´s why I got a single room.”
“I didn´t know there were any.”
“Actually it´s pretty nice. Quiet.”
“Are you going to ask me over to see it?”
Saul´s face turned red again.
“Never mind, that´s answer enough. Let´s go.”
Saul´s room was small, comfortable. There were no clothes on the floor and the place was clean, but otherwise it was a chaos of books, journals, magazines and papers. A computer was drawing pictures by itself on the desk. The lights were on and the NPR radio station was playing as they walked in.
“Home, sweet home,” Saul said.
“You´re a good boy, Saul. You´ve got a mezuzah by the door.”
“Aw, my dad put that up; mom made him. We´re reform, not orthodox.”
“No problems bringing a schicksa home?”
“Not really. Anyway, it´s my life, not theirs.”
Anne took off her shoes. “None of my business, of course. Just curious. I don´t care if you do end up marrying a good Jewish girl; it´s not marriage I´m interested in.”
She pulled her sweatshirt over her head. “How about moving some of those books and turning down the bed?”
Saul was adept at taking off his clothes. He was also good at removing Anne´s skirt and panties, with suitable caresses and kisses. It turned out he was also very good at making love.
.oOo.
I may be clumsy when I´m trying to meet a girl, but otherwise, not really. At least, that´s what my girlfriends at home say. When I spotted Anne in the Union today, though, I didn´t even think about it. And, of course, it went as badly as it ever does. But, wonder of wonders, this incredible woman got me through it. And when she invited herself to my room…
She had her clothes off almost as soon as we got in the door, and she has a beautiful body. I stripped, too, and took her in my arms, kissing her lovely face, stroking her lovely body. Her breasts were firm and strong – I guess all those muscles do something special for swimmers. And she felt wonderful.
When we lay on the bed, it was on our sides, facing one another, my cock pressed against her belly. I played with her breasts, her butt, her back. I held her face and kissed her as hard as she kissed me back. Good tongue.
When I began rooting between her legs, she rolled and spread her thighs, opening for me, and reaching for my cock. We played for a while, then I kissed down her chest, over her belly and onto her mons. Smooth as glass and below, a well of warm wetness waiting for me to slide my fingers and tongue into. She pulled my cock up to her mouth and let me sink into her. I dove into the valley between her legs. We played with each other forever, until neither of us could hold off any longer. Her pussy clenched my fingers as they rubbed her G-spot, and I shot into her mouth. Her thighs crushed my ears.
Before I could even think of shrinking in her mouth, she rolled me over and slammed herself down on my cock. It got my attention, I can tell you.
She grinned into my face, kissed me, and said, “That´s just too good to let go soft. I´m almost ready to go again. Do me.”
I hunched my hips, thrusting into her, and she came immediately. Then, we lay together, my cock miraculously stiff and under control inside her. She planted her elbows beside my ears and thrust her breasts, one by one, into my mouth. We talked a little, too. Mostly about what felt good. And, in a while, as I drew a nipple deep into my mouth, she came again. The feeling was incredible.
“How about a little old-fashioned fucking?” she asked, and I rolled her onto her back, thrusting deeply. She raised her legs high and pulled her knees down beside my shoulders. When she humped her hips up, I felt the back of her vagina. And, later, when she began rubbing her cervix over the head of my cock, I came again. Did I mention she´d been coming rather like clockwork all along? Spectacular.
It just went on and on. And then it was over: I was spent beyond imagining.
.oOo.
It was dinner time when Anne got back to the room. Mary was just taking off her boots.
“I used your car, went to a riding stable.”
“How´d you make out?”
“I think I just found a new friend.”
“So did I.”
.oOo.
“Anne, what do you think about Tom?” They were snuggled naked together in Anne´s bed, Mary´s bed pushed up next to it. A duvet covered most of their bodies; another lay, still folded, on Mary´s bed.
“What do you want to know? He breathes regular, he can write a little, he doesn´t make messes on the floor. What do you mean, ‘what do I think´?”
“You want to screw him, too?”
“What, because I mashed him with my breasts the other night? Just trying to see if he´d react – he did. I wouldn´t mind tucking in with him, but I´m not going to trespass on your turf, Mary.”
“Shit, he´s not mine. I just like what he does that makes me laugh. And I don´t care what you rub on his chest. What I mean is, do you think he´d make a study partner?”
“You ready to start a group? You know, if you just want to spend some time with Alex, it´s all right with me.”
“Well thanks, I really would, but I do want to know about the group thing. Do you think Tom and Alex are what we´re after?”
“Far as I can tell, yes. Of course, we can always get another guy to join, or a girl. And I suppose, in theory, we could fire someone.”
“That might get tricky.”
“Yeah. ´D rather not. It would have to be something really heavy. What do you think is the right mix?”
“Well, in theory again, I think the two of us and four guys would be just about ideal.”
“How´d you get at that number? Why not another guy and another girl?”
“First, I don´t see how we can handle more than six people altogether. Finding another girl is not going to be easy from what I´ve seen so far. At least not one I like as much as I like you. We get along, that´s a really big asset. I think it´s easier to find guys than another girl as nutty as us.”
“Not that it´s going to be easy to find four guys who´ll share two nutty girls. Not really your normal situation – what did you call it, ‘normal distribution´?”
“Suppose not. But what do you think?”
“Sounds okay to me. Funny, I met a guy today. He´s in my Business section. You would have howled. He nearly dumped the whole Student Union menu on the table. Did manage to get his soda in his lap. Turns out to be a pretty nice guy and smart, just shy. But not so shy he couldn´t make me come three times this afternoon. Well, really, I lost count.”
“Hey, congratulations. But look, why don´t we work on it? The study group.”
“Well first, we have to get the two we have to join. Never mind getting them to share with two others... Now, it´s time I tried this on you.”
“Um!... Oh, good... Oh, God.... The other one... Don´t stop.”