Loading...AN INTRODUCTION BY AMY
If you have been following my story as it is posted, you will know that I am Rick’s girlfriend. I have dark hair and a decent body, even in my advanced years as I approach my thirtieth birthday. You will know that Rick and I met the person you know as Intimate Confessions at an upscale resort in Park City Utah and he wrote the first installment of this story in which he met us.
I wrote the second chapter and Rick wrote the third about his experiences with his step-sisters. You will know that Intimate Confessions posts our stories on the web and gets any responses we get back to us. You will know that this is the forth installment of a series that may go on for a long time.
You will know that I’ve been writing about my freshman year in college. You will have read about a certain night in the late fall when I awoke to hear my roommate Carol masturbating. Hearing this aroused me to a degree I had never experienced and after she went back to sleep, I spent the rest of the night rubbing off, hoping she’d catch (and maybe join) me. She didn’t and when I’d regained my sanity, I was glad that she hadn’t.
I was sick with worry that she really knew, but wasn’t saying anything, but after a couple of weeks, it was apparent that she suspected nothing.
Throughout the rest of the year, this thing repeated itself about once a month. I’d wake up and hear Carol rubbing off then I’d wait in an agony of excitement and arousal until I was sure she had dropped off to sleep. I would spend the remainder of the night awash in a sea of sensuality spending real quality time with me, myself and I. Each time I suffered the tortures of the dammed, living with guilt and a sneaking suspicion that I was turning gay. Each time, she never gave even the slightest indication that she was aware of my darker sexual leanings.
By the time spring break approached, we had settled down into a nice little routine, a night of mutual, but private masturbation, a week or two of unspeakable anxiety and the dawning awareness that, once again she suspected nothing.
When spring break came, she invited me to go to her house in Dallas to meet her boyfriend, Larry and her brother Brian, who she was sure I’d like. Having nothing better planned, I took her up on it.
LEAVING DENVER
We packed the car the night before and got on the road about 12 AM, having slept late and spent some time shopping for last minute items. We drove straight east on I – 70 which is as desolate a drive as you could imagine with brown fields of scrub stretching to the horizon, unbroken except for the occasional cottonwood tree. Since it was Carol’s car, she drove and I entertained myself watching the prairie rolling by the window at 55 miles an hour.
We made small talk for the first hour or so and then we lapsed into silence and our own thoughts as the road unwound beneath the car. We stopped in Goodland Kansas for a brief truck stop lunch and then climbed back into the car and drove east again.
At the store in Goodland, Carol had picked up a six pack of beer. She cracked one and handed another to me. The first went down nice and cool. We were starting on the second when Carol said, “Why do you dress like that?
I looked over at her with a puzzled expression and said, “What do you mean, like that?”
“You know, floppy T shirts, jeans, the whole covered up look?” It was true, I was wearing my usual jeans and spacious T-shirt.
I replied, “I could ask you the same thing, why do you show so much skin?” Carol was wearing a mid thigh skirt with a tight, slightly low cut top that showed the first swelling of her breasts. Not really appropriate wear for a road trip, I thought to myself.
Carol looked over at me and said, “I guess it’s only fair that I answer first since I asked the question”.
She settled back in her seat, took a long pull at her beer and said, “Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted to be was a big girl. What I mean is that I like the attention I get when men look at me.”
“Is it a sex thing?” I asked.
She wrinkled her nose, shrugged and said, “It’s complicated”.
I gestured at the apparently endless road unwinding in front of the car and said, “We’ve got nothing but time, what do you mean by complicated?”
“Well, complicated. I’m afraid that after you’ve heard the story, you might not be as excited about meeting my brother and Larry as you are now. If that’s the case, I will be glad to pay your bus fare back to Denver with my apologies, but…”
“What?” I said.
She hesitated and said, “If I tell you, this has got to remain between us no matter what, if you stay or if you go, do you promise?”
I nodded and said, “I promise, I’ll never tell a soul”.
CAROL’S STORY
“OK”, she said, “When I was about sixteen, my brother, who is a year younger then me had a friend over to stay the night. The three of us spent the day swimming in the backyard. I had a new swimming suit, a really cute bikini. I caught Brian’s friend, Larry looking at me when he thought I wouldn’t notice. It made me feel…well, good, sort of sexy. We spent the day swimming and playing in the water and the feeling that Larry liked looking at me, kept cropping up.
“About the middle of the afternoon, Larry remarked to Brian that he had to pee. Brian said he should just go there. I think Brian meant in the pool, but Larry just started going while he was standing there, his suit darkening, urine running down his legs and spattering on the ground. I don’t think he knew I was right there, in the pool about five feet behind him, but I was and when he turned around to jump in the pool and rinse off, there I was, just staring at him”.
“I can’t really explain it, but watching this had such an effect on me. I was instantly aroused and felt, well, like I wanted him to see me do the same thing.”
“About half an hour later Brian went in the house for something or other and Larry and I were standing and talking by the side of the pool. As we talked, I let my bladder go and felt my bottoms turning warm as I urinated into them. Then I heard my pee spattering on the cement between my legs and felt it running down my legs as we spoke. I refused to acknowledge what I was doing and just kept on talking while I pissed. I could see that Larry was trying to maintain eye contact with me, but his gaze moved as if drug by gravity to the spreading puddle fed by my streaming legs. When I looked down, at last, I could see that he had a king-size erection that he was too surprised to hide. I turned and dived into the pool and left him standing there with a hard dick and nothing to be done about it.”
Later that night, our parents went out and we went to the den and hung out watching TV.”
“We were all still in our suits which had dried off except for me. I had taken off my top and replaced it with a T shirt.”
“After a while, my brother, Brian, said the movies we were watching were boring and he knew where our parents stashed their movies. I didn’t say anything but his friend Larry asked what kind of movies they were and Brian said they were sex movies”.
“After a little while, Brian asked me if I would tell on them if he went and got one for us to watch and I told him to go ahead. I really had no idea what these movies were.”
“Brian went into our parents room and emerged with several videos. He put one in called Tease to Please. We all sat and watched it.
HALF WAY ACROSS KANSAS
The road unwound beneath the car with an uninterrupted drone as the sunlight deepened into early afternoon. The beer we were sipping was having a relaxing effect on both of us. We stopped a couple of times to relieve ourselves on the side of the road. I noticed that Carol didn’t bother to shield herself behind the car. It was almost like she wanted to be seen. Then we would climb back in the car and she continued the narrative about her, Larry and her brother watching an adult movie together.
As I listened to this story, I began to picture them sitting around watching an adult movie. I realized the picture that was forming in my mind was much like the fantasies I had titillated myself with over much of the past school year in the darkness of our room first listening to the sound of Carol rubbing off and then later doing the same myself.
A semi truck moved into the left lane to pass us. Carol shifted in her seat and her short skirt rode up almost exposing, well everything, if you know what I mean. The truck slowed, keeping pace with us until Carol readjusted her skirt, pulling it back down. The truck pulled in front of us as she continued,
“The whole story was about this girl who wore real short skirts and revealing clothing. She liked to show her body to guys and get them all hot and bothered. Later, she’d sneak up and watch them after she had teased them until they lost control”.
As she talked, the late afternoon sun began to set behind us and the interior of the car began to fill with shadow. I realized that I was becoming slightly stimulated, you know, excited, listening to her story, just as I had become very aroused listening to her masturbate late at night.
“I mean” she continued, “it wasn’t like a normal dirty movie where people where you just see people screwing with lots of gross close ups. I’ve seen those kind since then and if it had been that kind of movie, what happened between us never would have.”
“What kind of movie was it”, I asked, breaking my silence, “What happened between you guys?”
Carol paused at this point, opened another beer and said, “I hope you know that this happened just a couple of years ago and I’m trusting you with a secret that I’d never tell anyone else.”
We were approaching Salinas Kansas and the sun had set behind us. At Salinas, we would change highways and start our drive south.
I said, “Carol, I’m never going to tell anyone. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll tell you a secret that will pretty well make us even Stephen”.
“OK” she said, “you’re on”.
I instantly regretted my decision, but I wasn’t going to go back on it. What I said was. “Look, we’ve been driving for quite a while and I know we’ve got at least six or seven hours more to go. Why don’t we stop and get a room for the night and a couple more six packs and we can talk a little and drink a little without getting into trouble or worse yet an accident.”
“Good idea” she said and turned into the exit.
AT THE MOTEL
An hour later we were sitting on the floor of the Comfort Inn with a six pack of beer between us. There was another cooling in the little refrigerator that came with the room.
We had checked in and then at Carol’s suggestion we had taken a dip in the motel pool to cool off and relax. When we returned to the room, Carol had simply shucked her dripping swimwear and was wrapped naked in a terrycloth robe. When my turn to change came, I had spent some time in the bathroom in an agony of indecision.
I looked at the girl standing naked in the mirror. She was flushed, her nipples were stiff, she had goose bumps across her breasts. She looked exactly like I felt; very aroused, confused and bashful. In the end, I left my bottoms on and wore a huge T-shirt that did a pretty good job of concealing the more physical evidence of my excitement.
Carol spoke first, “You were going to tell me something.”
By this time I was blushing furiously, I said, “I will, but why don’t you finish your story first”.
Carol smiled and said, “OK, but no chickening out”. I nodded as she began speaking.
THE REST OF CAROL’S STORY
“I told you that this was an unusual movie because there was a pretty good plot. This girl would start out teasing a couple of guys and wind up letting them look at her and touch her. Sometimes she’d have them jack off and once she had a couple jack each other off while she stood there watching them, telling them what to do.”
“I looked over at Larry and Brian and they both had these huge erections making tents inside their swim trunks. They were both sitting so as to hide this as best they could. Larry had pulled a pillow over his lap and Brian was sitting with his legs pulled up against his chest. I realized that the movie was having quite an effect on me as well. What was having the most impact was that I was becoming aware that they both were stealing glances at me when they thought I wasn’t looking.
“I realized that this was making me even more excited and instead of being embarrassed, I began to flaunt my state of arousal. I began moving so that my T-shirt was rubbing against my nipples, making them even stiffer and more visible, letting the bottom slide up showing even more of my legs.”
As Carol continued to tell this story, it seemed to me that her bathrobe had fallen slightly open, revealing a little of her modest cleavage. I wasn’t sure if this was intentional or even if it was really happening; I thought it might be my imagination.
I was surprised at the tremor in my voice as I asked, “What happened then?”
Carol took another drink of her beer before responding and then she said, “Well, the movie just kept getting more and more intense. The girl that was the star had progressed to letting people watch her masturbate or have sex and the people watching were so frustrated, sometimes they would go and rub up against furniture and stuff. I mean this was all new to me and I don’t think either of the boys were expecting anything like this. I had been squirming for some time, not really aware that both the boys were watching me as much as the movie. Brian got up and excused himself, taking care that he was facing away from me, went down the hall to his room, leaving Larry and I alone.”
“The movie just kept getting more and more explicit, now the star had a man and a woman tied up so they couldn’t touch themselves or each other. The star and her boyfriend were bringing them both to the brink of orgasm, stopping and then fucking each other in front of the couple as they both pleaded for relief. Larry got up and said that he was going to see what Brian was doing and left me alone”.
Carol stopped speaking and took another drink of beer. In the silence of the motel room, I could clearly smell what had become a familiar smell over the last few months; our mutual arousal. There was no mistaking the heavy dusky aroma, the same distinct fragrance that had permeated our dorm room on those nights we had pretended to ignore the sounds of our solitary, yet mutual indulgence as we both reached our unspoken and silent climaxes. This knowledge had an incendiary effect on my smoldering excitement, pouring gas on the glowing coals of my current arousal; I shuddered and excused myself to go to the bathroom.
Once the door was shut behind me, I hooked my thumbs in my bottoms and pulled them down. Instead of sitting down on the toilet, I gently caressed my slippery clit and then began to rub off in earnest. Whimpering with excitement I watched my image in the mirror, wishing I had the courage to do exactly what I was doing here alone in the bathroom while Carol watched and maybe did the same herself. I wondered if Carol was doing the same thing while she waited for me to return. Maybe she was, I thought to myself as my hand moved faster and faster. I was imagining Carol rubbing her own pussy while continuing telling the story when I was interrupted by a soft knock on the door. I just had time to yank my bottoms up again when the door opened and Carol walked in.
“Don’t you want to hear what happened next?” she asked softly.
Her robe had come unwrapped when she reached to open the door. In the instant before she pulled it around her, I caught a glimpse of her naked pussy, swollen, red and gleaming with slippery lubrication; she was as inflamed as I was.
“What happened next?” I whispered.
Carol spoke, her voice echoing in the tiled room. “Well, he left me sitting there watching that damn movie. After a few minutes it became apparent that whatever they were doing, they weren’t coming back. I slipped off my bottoms, intending to watch the rest of the movie alone.”
My face was burning as I asked, “Were you going to touch yourself right there?”
Carol shot me a penetrating glance and leaned forward.
“Frankly”, she said, “I don’t know what my intentions were at the moment. I was very excited, more so than I had ever been in my life. I certainly was considering almost anything you could imagine. I wasn’t thinking very clearly, but I guess I was going to do that, I mean rub myself there.”
“Did you?” I asked. sitting down on the edge of the bathtub.
“No”, she said, “The dammed movie ended at that point, leaving me sitting there alone, wondering where Brian and Larry had gone and what they were doing. I got up and walked down the hall to Brian’s room and stood at the door listening.”
“What did you hear”, I asked.
“Nothing at first, but then I could hear Brian and Larry talking, so I knocked at the door. I heard Brian say something, so I pushed the door open and walked in”.
“Brain had double beds and they were each in a separate bed. The lights were out so I flipped the switch on the wall that lit Brian’s desk lamp. They both had their knees up under the covers and were clearly embarrassed by my presence. I asked them what they were doing and Larry told me that they were talking about the movie and me”.
“I sat down on the edge of his bed, letting the T-shirt ride way up on my thighs and in the most innocent voice I could muster under the circumstances asked him what about me they were talking about.”
“Larry started to say something but was interrupted by Brian who told him to shut up and not say anything. I told Brian that I just wanted to know what they were talking about and I’d never say anything about it again.”
“Larry didn’t wait for Brian to say it was OK before blurting out that Brian had said he wanted me to tease them like the lady in the movie was teasing everyone and that they were jacking off and talking about it when I came in”.
“I asked them if it didn’t seem weird, two guys together masturbating, but this time it was Brian who replied that talking to someone and watching made it more exciting. I asked them if they had done this sort of thing before and they both said they had done it several times together. Often they would take turns reading dirty stories to each other until they were too aroused to stop. This was the first movie they had watched and the fact that I had been watching with them made it hotter.”
I looked over at Carol. She was flushed and breathing unevenly. I realized that I had unconsciously repositioned myself during the story rubbing my bottom on the cool edge of the bathtub and was pulling on my T-shirt, much as Carol had in front of the boys. In addition to being very aroused, I also had to go to the bathroom. Somehow this contributed to my excitement. My entire body was tingling as I breathed, “That is so hot, what happened next?”
Carol blushed an even darker rose color as she said, “Well, I guess I was wondering how this situation had gotten so intense. I should have walked out right then, but I didn’t. I asked them if I could stay and watch while they did it. When they didn’t say anything, I stood up and pulled my T-shirt up so they could almost see my pussy and asked if looking at me while they did it would help.”
“They didn’t say anything, so I pulled the shirt up even further until the bottoms of my breasts were showing and I could hear them start to stroke their cocks as I felt their gaze on my legs and cunt”.
I noticed that Carol’s language was growing more and more explicit as she went along. It seemed that she was starting to relish the use of obscene words to describe the situation, making it even nastier as she spoke.
Trying to control the tremor in my voice, I boldly asked, “Did you let them touch your cunt? Did you want them to?”
Carol replied, “Oh yes, I wanted them to touch me, to feel how slippery I was watching them, but that didn’t happen. I walked around by Brian’s bed and stood where he could see me clearly and listened to the sounds his slick cock was making under the covers. I reached up and lightly pinched my nipples through the T-shirt and dammed near came right there. I cupped my breasts and then reached down and pulled my pussy apart so he could see my clit standing up as hard as his cock, even retelling this story makes it hard right now”.
“Does it?” I breathed
Carol looked at me closely, “Well, yes” and then her blush reddening, Do you like knowing that my clit is stiff right now?”
“Oh yes” I stammered, “I like it a lot”. I boldly reached up and lightly pinched my throbbing nipples causing a tremor to run through my body, “”Is this what you did in front of Brian?”
“Yes it is. Did that feel nice, what you did just now?”
“Oh yes, it feels so nice”.
“Would you like to see me do the same thing?”
“Yes”.
She opened her robe, cupped her breast and pulled at her nipple, shuddering as she did so. Leaving the robe open she asked, “Do you want to hear the rest of the story?”
“Oh please, yes”, I whispered, tell me more, did you rub your pussy in front of them?”
Carol replied, “I made it a point not to touch myself, even so, I felt like I was going to cream right there without doing anything, just listening to my brother and his friend. Brian kept whispering that he shouldn’t be looking at me the way he was, but that sure didn’t stop him from jacking off as he looked. When I spread my pussy lips, he started masturbating faster. When I caressed my body and pinched my nipples, he asked if he could touch me, I told him he could look, but there’d be no touching between us”
Carol paused and took another drink. The silence between us grew until at last I asked her if she was going to finish the story.
“There’s really not much more to tell”, she said. “I let them look at me, eventually I took the shirt off entirely and stood there while they jacked off some more and came. Larry threw back the covers and I slipped my hand over his prick while it swelled and squirted cream onto my breasts and shoulders, all over him too. I could hear Brian doing the same thing, you know, squirting his cream under the covers while he watched us.”
“How did you know that Brian was shooting his come?” I asked, my voice deepening with excitement.
“Because”, she responded, “I could hear it hitting the sheets and also because he told us while he was doing it, he told us that watching Larry shoot off was making him do it too.”
“What did you do” I asked, my voice shaking. “Did you play with your slippery pussy in front of them?”
“Well, no. I didn’t do anything in front of the boys, even though I was tempted to do exactly that, but later, in my room, I really got off”. Carol paused and then she said, “Really that’s not true. I started in my room but I walked out in the hall naked and finished in front of the door to Brian’s room. Something about being only a few feet away from the boys,, openly masturbating and them not knowing made it really exciting. I stood there rubbing Larry’s come on my nipples, wanting the door to open and them to see me, but knowing that they were already going to sleep. I came so hard, it sprayed all over my hand.”
“Anyway, this whole story relates to why I dress the way I do. After that experience, I was super-aware of the effect I could have on guys. I found myself getting excited at the grocery store or at school when I’d see some guy looking at me. I’d feel his eyes move up my legs, over my breasts and sometimes, they’d even get an erection looking at me. The more this happened, the more I wanted it to happen. I started dressing to make it happen.”
“I went out on a few dates, but the stuff I’d do with guys could never compare to the feeling I got when some guy was looking at me who wanted to touch me but would never get the chance.
CAROL AND AMY DECIDE TO SHOW OFF
Carol paused again and looked at me. I know I was flushed and that she could see my nipples outlined against my T-shirt. I had let my shirt ride up and was sitting, still wearing my swimming bottoms and I had to pee. I could feel my bladder and my clit both throbbing. I took a long drink of beer before saying, “OK, I’ll tell you my secret, but I need to go to the bathroom first.”
Smiling, she looked at me, “You just went”.
Actually, I hadn’t. I’d come into the bathroom earlier and decided to relieve my lust instead of my bladder, clearly a mistake.
“I really need to go again”.
“Tell me your secret first.”
“I’ll wet my pants if I don’t go soon”.
“Like I did in front of Larry?”
The image of Carol standing in front of a guy, letting him watch her pee, talking to him as her urine spattered between her legs, teasing him, giving him an erection, fanned the heat I was feeling.
“Yes, like you did, but I really can’t wait much longer”, I said, standing up and trying to squeeze my legs together as I rose. As I did, I felt a small gush of urine escape, warming my bottoms and my rigid clit slightly.
“Would you like to do that in front of a guy right now?” she asked, looking pointedly at my slightly dripping bottoms.
My face was flushed as I whispered, “There’s only the two of us here. Do you just want to watch each other”
Carol got up and left the bathroom, saying, “Maybe but I’ll bet there’s lots of guys out at the pool right now.” I could hear her sliding into her swimsuit as she spoke.
I felt another stream escape as I replied, “I don’t think I can wait that long.” With a supreme effort, I managed to stop and stepped out into our motel room. My aching bladder slowly subsided into a dull throb.
“What the hell”, I thought as I grabbed my top off the bed and slipped it on. Carol was already walking out the door. I followed her down the walkway and we both headed for the pool area.
She was right. Even halfway there I could see the pool was full of people, many of them young men and women about our age.
I never made it to the pool. I don’t know if I was ashamed of what we were about to do or if my bladder simply gave out, but I stepped between two cars and simply let go. I didn’t even bother to squat. Carol walked a few steps without me and then turned and saw me standing between the cars. By the time she got back to me, I was pissing so hard that despite the bikini bottoms I was wearing, I could hear a powerful stream hitting the asphalt.
“I’m sorry”, I blurted, “I couldn’t wait.”
Carol stood in front of me kind of half smiling. Suddenly the sound of gushing water seemed to double and I realized she was doing it with me. “It really doesn’t matter”, she said, “Look behind you”.
Still pissing like a racehorse, I turned to see an attractive couple who appeared to be about our age paused in the parking lot watching us intently. I was mortified, but I couldn’t stop.
She was a tiny dishwater blonde, barefoot, wearing a short summer skirt and he was also blonde, wearing cutoffs and a T-shirt. As they stood there watching me, watching us, I realized that I was very close to having an orgasm standing right there between two cars in the parking lot. I saw his arm go around her waist and she leaned toward him and said something into his ear, he nodded and they walked toward us.
Both Carol and I had mostly finished by the time they got up to us, I say mostly because I was still going for about thirty seconds after they were standing there. I couldn’t stop; it just felt too good. I was still standing there, pissing and blushing furiously as the man said, “Hi, were you guys caught short?”
“I’m sorry”, I began to stammer, but Carol cut me off, “It’s complicated”, she said.
“Don’t freak”, his wife or girlfriend said, “Would you both like to come up to our room for a drink?”
Carol and I looked at each other, she shrugged, “Why not?” she said, “But first Amy and I need to get into some dry things, we’ll be up in an hour or two.”
They gave us their room number and we returned to our room to change. As we approached the room, I hissed at her, “Why an hour or two, why don’t we go right up?”
Carol replied, “First, we need to get cleaned up, also we need to decide what to wear, but most importantly, we need to talk”.
“Can’t we talk while we change?”, I asked.
“This might take a little longer”, she said, opening the door.
AMY AND CAROL REACH AN UNDERSTANDING
As soon as the door was closed behind us, Carol was peeling out of her swimming suit, I did likewise, kicking the sodden garments onto the tile floor of the bathroom. Suddenly we were standing naked in front of each other about two feet apart. I saw her looking at me as my own eyes moved down her body taking in her soft skin, her smooth white shoulders, her perfectly formed, smallish breasts with their rigid, stiffened nipples and her swollen, glistening cunt. I could see the nub of her clit sticking out and realized that my pussy must be as distended and inflamed as hers. I saw her staring pointedly down there.
As the moment continued it became obvious that we were both looking at each other. As I watched, a drop of lubrication ran down her leg slowly coursing down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh, disappearing as it followed the curve of her leg and gravity. Another reached the tip of her distended clit and hung there for a second or two before falling to the floor.
When our eyes finally met, she spoke to me.
Placing a soft hand on my arm, she said, “Amy, before this goes any further, I want you to tell me the secret you promised to share”.
I broke eye contact and said in an almost inaudible voice, “I don’t want you to think I’m gay or anything, but for most of this semester, I’ve been listening to you when you, well, you know, touch yourself late at night”.
She didn’t say anything so I continued, “I don’t really understand this, but hearing you got me excited, after you finished, I’ve been doing it too. I didn’t do it because I was horny to start with but because the idea of us doing it together in the same room, so close to each other was really getting me going. I’m afraid I might be bisexual.”
She took her hand off my arm and whispered, “Tell me more.”
“You’re not mad?” I asked.
“No”, she said, “I’m not mad, but you’ve got to tell me what you were thinking about while you were listening to me”.
“All sorts of stuff”, I stammered, “Mostly about you and I doing it in front of each other or me watching you with a boy or a bunch of boys.”
With a start I realized that while I was talking, Carol had started touching herself. She looked into my eyes and said, “Sort of like I’m doing right now?”
A shudder ran through my entire body as I said, “Yes, like you’re doing right now”.
“What else did you think about?” Carol asked.
My voice steadied as I realized that Carol wasn’t freaked out, rather, it made her horny to know I was listening to her. “I thought about watching you with a group of guys, jacking them off, letting them come on you while you rubbed your pussy and I watched, doing the same thing. I thought about going over to your bed while you doing it, walking past the bed and going into the bathroom and listening to you on the other side of the door while we both came at the same time. You’ll never know how many times I just wanted to start in right along with you and let you hear me doing it the way you let me hear you, maybe asking you what you were-
“Playing”, she gasped, “I’d have told you I was playing with my cunt like the slut that I am. I’d have gotten out my little vibrator and let you hear it buzzing while-
“I rubbed my own dripping pussy”, I interrupted, “I would have asked to borrow your vibrator and I would have stood by the bed using it, letting you watch, handing it back to you, taking turns…”
Her hand was moving faster and faster, she asked in a shaky voice, “Amy can you cream more than once?”
“I, I don’t know”, I said, my eyes glued to her hand as it moved even more rapidly on her glistening and slippery cunt.”
“Then you’d better just watch this time, because I’m about to do it right now”.
She took a couple of steps back and stood, placing one foot on the bed spreading herself wide, making slippery sounds that sent chills all up and down my body. I moved back to the other bed and stood as she was, placing one foot on the bed and facing her. I reached down and spread my glistening pussy lips with one hand so she could see how excited I was as she creamed.
I was unable to avoid the temptation to stimulate my clit a little and was just starting to gently tease it when an inflamed and shaking Carol began to sob gently. Through the agitated sobs, she called me over to her.
As I approached she gasped, “Have you ever made someone cream before?”
I didn’t have a chance to answer, she grabbed my hand, guiding it to her slippery pussy and slid my fingers along her warm slit. I felt them slide against her rigid little clit, she gasped and shuddered and did it again, all the time whispering, “Oh yes, feel how wet it is, go on, rub my clit just a little, please, help me do it now”. I made a small circle around her clit and then another, “Like that?” I asked, gently cupping one of her soft breasts with the other hand.
She repositioned herself on shaking legs, spreading her dripping slit wider, saying, “Oh yes, exactly like that, just….umm, keep doing that just a little more.”
I stood there, well aware of my own throbbing and dripping need lightly fingering her. While I was pulling on her rigid nipple I could feel my clit standing as rigid as a little cock and I tried to position myself so I could rub up against her,. This was not possible, however, so my pelvis wound up humping the air. I had to be satisfied with the feel of air on my dripping cunt. After a few moments I whispered in her ear, “Would you touch me a little please, I, I’m so fucking hot, I don’t think I can stand this much longer”.
Carol, lost in her own world of sensation, didn’t reply.
I pressed my face against hers and spoke gently, but urgently into her ear, “Please, just rub it a little, I’m feel like a little slut, like a whore begging like this, but please do it, make me do all the nasty things I’ve always wanted to do., I’m just a nasty fucking slut who needs to cream, please”, I whimpered, please rub my fucking clit, please let me do it too.”
As I continued to whisper my urgent need into her ear, my hand was flooded by a warm gush of cream. Her entire body stiffened and shuddered as she sobbed back in my ear, “Too late, I’m doing it right now, like a fucking slut, I can’t help – ahhh, here I go, I’m coming, watch me, please, don’t stop, uh, rubbing me, please, ahhh, right now”.
As she continued to cream, I removed my fingers from her dripping cunt and fell back on the bed, shamelessly fingering myself, rubbing my own clit as I tried not to be left behind, getting off alone, like I had all year. As I rubbed faster and faster, Carol did something that cemented our friendship forever.
Walking to the head of the bed, she leaned over me, letting her hair fall across my breasts, she moved gently, sweeping them with her hair as she asked me, “Do you like doing it in front of me?”
“Oh yes”, I gasped
Moving even closer, she spoke again, her sweet breath fanning my burning cheek, her hanging hair framing her face, “Have you ever kissed a girl?” I shook my head no.
“Do you want to cream for me?”
“Oh yes I do, so bad”, I cried my fingers moving even more rapidly in my slippery pussy, “may I do it now, in front of you please?’
Without replying, Carol did two things. She bent over, lightly touching her soft lips to mine and she pulled my slick fingers away from my glistening and red pussy replacing them with her own.
Utterly lost in the heat of the moment, I returned her kiss and at the instant her finger found my aching clit, she slipped her warm tongue into my mouth.
I came in shattering waves and spasms, gasping and groaning into her warm mouth as my cream pulsed and splashed against her hand. Dimly, I became aware that Carol was still rubbing her own cunt and when we broke the kiss, she gasped, “Let’s do it together now”, she rapidly flicked my throbbing clit and then inserted a finger deep inside of me as she cried, “Now!, do it now, I’m uh, umm, here I go, do it with me”.
I arched my body and cried out as I came again, this time squirting a stream into the air that splashed against her breasts and gaining strength, rose and began to splash against her neck and chin. As I shuddered again in utter abandon, she lowered her face slightly so my warm stream splashed against her cheeks, lips and then she opened her lips letting it enter her mouth. She swallowed rapidly causing me to cream even harder, spraying her hair and face. At the same time I felt her grasp my hand again and guide it back to her gushing pussy. I felt wave after wave of warm cream flow over my fingers as they teased her rigid little clit causing her to gush once again.
Five minutes later, we were in the shower together, washing away the evidence of our mutual and numerous orgasms. As the warm water sprayed over us Carol asked me, “Are you still afraid?”
“Of what?” I asked back.
“That you might be bisexual?
I know I got a very serious expression on my face. Even though the answer was obvious, the truth was still troubling to me. Remember that I was a freshman in college and this part of my sexuality was a total revelation to me. Carol laughed.
“What’re you laughing at?” I said with more than a trace of irritation in my voice.
“I’m laughing at you, silly.” She said.
“It’s not funny.” I muttered.
“Oh, but it is.” Carol returned, “Look, do you still like guys?”
“Well, yes.” I said.
“You don’t want to give me cards and flowers or marry me, do you?” “Oh gross, of course not!”, I cried.
“Well, then even if you are bisexual, you’re not gay. If that’s the case, all it means is that you have twice as many people to get off with.”
“I never thought of it that way.” I said slowly.
“Well, it’s true, lots of girls are this way. When you stop to think about it, it’s pretty cool.”
“I guess you’ve got something there.” I said.
“I certainly do.” she replied, “Now let’s get dressed and see what that lady and her boyfriend want”.
Carol let me wear one of her really short skirts and a very tight top when we went to their room; no underwear. That trip marked several changes in my sex life, not the least was the way I dressed.
I’ll admit, for a few months, the change was extreme. When I returned to school, I dressed like a hooker. I spent a lot of time overtly teasing guys, and some girls. I had the additional advantage of having Carol for a roommate, so we would often compare notes late at night, in the dark while Carol’s little vibrator buzzed away.
After a while, I learned how to show off without giving people the wrong idea. Sexy, but modest, that’s the idea. Rick say’s it’s my best feature.
AMY’S CONCLUSION
Clearly, this story is not finished. I want to tell you about Amber and Stewart, the couple we met in the parking lot. There is the time I spent with Larry, Carol and her brother, Brian. All these events had a lasting effect on my sexuality.
However, there is such a thing as too much story and this is a series of SHORT stories.
Since this is an ongoing thing, I guess I will pick up where I left off next time and tell about the rest of the trip. John Steinbeck say’s there is no one as carnal as a recent virgin and although I still had not experienced intercourse at this point in my life, I was very much becoming the sexual being I am today.
Anyway, I hope that you came as many times reading this as I did writing it. Drop me a line and let me know, we’ll compare notes.
Love
Amy
P.S.
Rick say’s “Hi!”