A Friend's Mom: Mrs. Singer Part 4
College life matches my expectations. I find my classes enjoyable, while still practicing piano and occasionally jamming with new friends. A month goes by since my last encounter with Mrs. Singer, and I haven't had any other romantic encounters. Our contact has cooled off, and I've been completely focused on academics. However, I can't help but think about Mrs. Singer occasionally.
While having dinner at a burger joint, I spot my ex-girlfriend, Sophie, with her roommates, Josie and Wendy. I wave to Sophie, and Josie beckons us over.
"Hi, ladies!" Tommy says, sitting next to Josie.
"Join us, Nick," Josie invites, motioning to the empty spot beside Sophie.
I accept and sit down, giving Sophie a hug. She kisses me on the cheek and gives me a happy smile. I notice Sophie's tight white dress accentuates her ample assets, and her curly red hair swaying on her shoulders excites me. My mind drifts back to our previous lovemaking sessions.
After dinner, we head to their place. I can sense that Sophie wants to return to our past mischief. In their living room, Wendy pours beer for all of us while Josie turns on some music. We sip our drinks as the conversation turns increasingly suggestive.
"Sophie's been such a whining bitch since you two broke up, Nick," Wendy observes, which prompts laughter from the group.
"No, I haven't!" Sophie retorts, giggling.
"_ hadn't filled you up," Josie adds. "_ wouldn't know a g-spot if his face were on it. ____," Wendy teases, and the ladies giggle.
Sophie looks at me and admits, "Yes, I can confirm that. Three strikes and still no home run."
"You claim you haven't had orgasms? Then why did you keep complaining about Nick all the time?" Josie jokes.
"And he has such a small ____," Wendy chimes in. The room erupts in laughter.
As I consider Sophie's words, I remark, "Well, it sounds like your love life might need some attention."
Sophie glances at me, its clear she's flirting. Her red tresses and tight white dress create an alluring picture.
"How can I help?" I wonder aloud.
The ladies discontinue this, but they are clearly demanding my attention.
"Strip poker?" Wendy throws out.
"Or let's play Twister?" Josie suggests.
Upon Sophie's suggestion, they decide to play Twister. All eyes lock onto me, arousing my curiosity. Their sexuality and desire to be with me excite me. I finish my beer.
"Wait a second. Strip poker first, then Twister?" Wendy says.
Sophie shakes her head and laughs. "Nick's gonna need a little bit of us, bitch!"
Anxiety hits me. I'm nervous. Though turned on, I'm uncertain about participating in a threesome or more. Seconds later, Sophie leaves the room and returns, holding a box.
"Here's the game, big boy! It's called Twister," she says, tossing the box to the floor. The thought of a game with three aroused girls advances the fantasy into the wank-bank category. The room becomes quiet, and Wendy moves the coffee table to make room. We haven't had such a strip game since...I forget when.
I wonder if I'd be willing to take part in a three-way, perhaps even a four-way. How could a game with three stunning young ladies competing for me be turned into reality? I'm starting to quiver with anticipation.
We begin our fun, and I'm drunk enough to simply experience it without any worries. Female legs and breasts are surrounding me, a bottom in my face, wide-open legs, and lots of laughter. Josie is almost sitting in my lap, and she notices me staring at her magnificent breasts. I've never touched anything like that before. She leans towards me and lightly brushes her breasts against my chest, gazes into my eyes intensely, and puts her hand on my leg.
As Wendy and Sophie are collapsing in laughter, Josie places her hand in my lap and squeezes my erection through my pants. I gasp and look at her with wide eyes. She pretends to fall on top of me, and I can feel her incredible body against me, so I make the most of the moment as it won't last long. Josie rolls away from me with a laugh, and remains there with her legs spread out, resembling someone who had just been sexually aroused.
I can't choose which girl I'm most attracted to out of these incredible women, and I wish I could sample them all. Wendy stands up, goes to the fridge, and grabs a bottle of white wine, then opens it and pours some glasses. Sophie joins her, and they return with the glasses for everyone. They gaze at Josie and me, lying on the Twister mat.
Sophie grins, hands me a glass, and I sit up to take a drink. "Have you girls ever slept together?" I ask the room, and they all glance at one another. Josie sits up, and catches me checking out her chest again. Her nipples are hard and protruding through her shirt. Our eyes lock and I shake my head in disbelief at her overpowering attractiveness.
"Is this a truth or dare game?" she inquires with a cute smile.
"I'm willing if you guys are," Wendy suggests, sitting down on the mat with her legs crossed. Sophie lies down on her side, facing the rest of us.
"Well, contrary to your belief, we're not actual lesbians. We don't roll around in the mud together and sleep in the same bed," Sophie says, laughing.
"But you do shower together, right?" I inquire jokingly.
"We do, just to save on water costs," Wendy answers.
"Have any of you had a homosexual experience?" I ask.
"Me neither," Josie says, then looks at the others, "What about you, Nick?" I shake my head. Wendy also shakes her head, but Sophie is still blushing.
"Alright, Soph, go on," Wendy says.
"I experimented with... well, oral sex with a female about a year ago," she says shyly. Wendy makes a fake-appalled expression, and we all laugh.
"And...? Girls should be good at that, right?" I ask.
Sophie makes a slightly disgusted face. "You're better." She gazes at me. I can't help but feel proud, and silently appreciate Mrs. Singer. For the first time that day, I'd been thinking about her.
"How much better?" Wendy inquires of Sophie, who pauses for a moment.
"Indescribably better. Nick is like the Picasso of pussy," she says, causing everyone to laugh.
"You've never come doing that before?" I ask.
Sophie hesitates. "No one else ever made me come that way, ever. Or come like that. Like an explosion in my head, I mean."
I'm amazed. "If I was so good, why did you end things with me? And don't mention that ridiculous stuff with Bianca," I say. Sophie had seen me kissing another girl just before I turned her down. Sophie knows all this.
"Because I was embarrassed, and a little ashamed," she says softly.
"You don't need to be ashamed," I tell her, smiling and laying my head against her stomach before holding her. She strokes my hair affectionately. It quiets the room, and I sense that despite all the flirtation and games, the evening is drawing to a close.
"Time for bed, girls," Josie says, standing up and holding Wendy's hand. They depart together.
"Look after our little Sophie, Nick," Wendy calls out, and I sit up, looking at my ex.
"Will you require company?" I inquire gently, tenderly, and she nods sweetly. I lift her up and carry her to my room. I gaze at her and then realize how much I'd missed her. I gently lay her down on the bed and kiss her. "Just how serious was all that tonight?" I inquire, touching her beautiful breasts.
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I'm not sure what's up with Wendy, but when we called it quits, Josie inquired if it would be okay for her to see you on occasion. Sophie shares this, stripping off her dress. I lean over and smooch her sensational cleavage.
"Really?" I ask, astonished. "And what did you say?"
"I agreed."
"Seriously?"
"Well, yes, but not at this specific moment."
"You're stuck with me tonight," I relay to her as she discards her bra. Her enticing breasts emerge, and I return the embrace. She peels off the rest of her clothing and lies on the bed, inviting me up. As I divest myself of clothes, I fixate on her exquisite figure, resembling Mrs. Singer's teachings. Once on the bed, my mouth makes a beeline for her prize, delicately licking between her thighs. By the time I hit her clitoris, her ardor is unmistakable.
"I shouldn't be the only one to sample your celestial powers," she chuckles as I lick her. Her lubrication fills my mouth, and the dynamism of her physique bewitches me. She begins to climax, her outburst remarkably mighty and vocal. "Oh fuck fuck fuck fuck!" she screams, smashing on the wall. My entertainment is chiefly derived from the knowledge that her roomies could overhear.
Another wave envelops her, and her verbal response remains remarkably fervent. After a few minutes, I detect her mellowing, and I trail my kisses to her abdomen. I position myself atop her, poised to enter. "Hold it right there, buddy," she says, and I suspend. "I've stopped taking the pill. So you need to use a condom." She motions toward her nightstand, and I glance over and retrieve a condom.
"Are these large?" I inquire, and Sophie's face scrunches with concern. I remove the packet and unroll it, but it's not cooperating with my intentions. Our gaze meets.
"Here, let me," she says and, with growing apprehension, she tries to fit it over my willy. Eventually, she looks at me, visibly worried. "I'll just suck on it if you won't…or..."
"Or, what?" I inquire, engrossed by the developing narrative.
"You could pull out," she proposes, struggling with her own trepidation. This possibility has gained fame in my past, and I'm adamantly responsible.
"I'm considering a number between sixty-eight and seventy," I say lightheartedly, and we chuckle.
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In the ensuing weeks, I find myself at her place more frequently, even though I'm not officially dating Sophie. Our evenings there are delightful, and I've grown particularly close to all of them. However, my affection appears to have changed, from Sophie to Josie. This shift is not only due to her enchanting presence and remarkable kindness, but also to a revelation: her exceptional intelligence.
However, I mostly relinquish my encounters with Sophie, spending the nights at home. One night, however, I end up with Josie after a solid session of drinking at a bar. She's a knockout, of course—a pure temptress—but she's not who I find myself daydreaming about. Still, I can't resist peeling off my defenses now and then.
In the morning, Sophie is off early, but I lounge in bed until noon. I step out of bed half-awake and discover Josie in the lounge room, settled on the sofa. "Hey," I greet her, preparing a cup of coffee, and she smiles cordially, then motions for me to sit with her. My gaze can't avoid her. I'm immediately entranced by her luscious locks, her imperative nightwear, and her voluptuous physique. She possesses long eyelashes, a cute nose, and impeccable lips, making her a prime candidate for modeling.
"It seemed like Sophie enjoyed herself last night, unless she was gave birth," Josie mentions, savoring bread. She's magnificent, and I'm unable to resist staring at her. I merely shrug. "At least we don't need to hear her grumble anymore for a moment," she laughs mischievously. Considering my previous performance, I'm particularly flattered.
"Do you have a boyfriend?" I enquire casually. She chews slowly. "It's not really relevant, but…" I continue.
"I'm not seeing anyone special," she replies, and I get lost in her riveting beauty.
"So, um, I like someone... But not you," she says, and I cock my head in confusion. Her eyes meet mine, and her expression becomes serious. " Want to know the truth?" she queries. I nod, feeling oddly at ease around her. "I haven't had sex in two years," she reveals.
"Oh," I respond, struggling to react.
"I'm sorry. I overshared," she apologizes, looking a bit self-conscious.
"It's fine. What's happening?" I inquire, genuinely curious.
"It wasn't a problem for me initially, but I've hit a roadblock," she reveals, halting mid-sentence. I gaze at her with sympathy. I can't help but imagine that maybe I could help alleviate her issue, and she looks so damn stunning, that just sitting here with her arouses me. " However, the truth is, my love life has been a non-starter."
I'm taken aback. She appears so liberated and confident, I would never have anticipated she had any issues whatsoever. "I'm stunned," I remark, wanting to provide support. She fixates her gaze on mine. She's exquisitely beautiful, seriously sexy, but not as bubbly or cute as Sophie. Josie seems a bit more sinister and profound at this instant, and deeper.
"Here's the deal, Nick. I'm just going to level with you. I want to try you. I asked Sophie if she'd be okay with it, and she agreed, so here I am, asking you," she declares, biting her lip.
"Remove your block?" I propose, attempting to compose myself.
"Well, yeah. But that's not just it. Honestly, I simply adore you, and I want to sleep with you," she states sweetly, chuckling, and leans towards me on the sofa. She presses her lips against mine, and we exchange a barely there kiss. I feel an electric surge through me, and immediately become aroused. I run my hand down her waist and we share a pleased grin.
"You could possibly be the most beautiful woman I've ever set eyes on, Josie," I state.
"But?"
"But nothing, really," I respond.
"What about Sophie? She's stunning!"
"I know," I say, feeling slightly guilty about this, like we're betraying her. But, she'd ended it with me, and last night was simply a sequence of one night stands. Additionally, she'd affirmed it was okay, although I can't really trust that. " I genuinely like her," I add.
"Oh," Josie says, sounding slightly taken aback. "Well, don't want to cause conflict." I just shrug, feeling inexplicably attracted to her, but torn. "Would you, though?" she inquires, sounding rather timid. I'd never witnessed her be timid before.
"Definitely," I say, and we both chuckle. She surveys me, then spreads out a little. I can notice her panties now, and it's impossible to withstand her seduction. I've never been seduced before, and I know I won't reject this ultimate babe. I smile at her, as she chews on a strand of her hair, then grab her ankles and tug her down the sofa, so she's lying on her back.
She giggles, and I slowly start taking off her panties, while she gazes at me, biting her lip. She has a tiny tuft of blonde pubic hair, which is the most ideal sight I've ever seen, especially as she opens her legs for me. I behold her, then lean down and kiss her stomach. She commences breathing heavily, in anticipation.
With meticulousness, I begin my magic on her, gently licking and kissing her clit, and it dawns on me that this is the second pussy I've gone down on in twelve hours. She starts emitting noises, but I feel her tense up. "Just relax, baby," I advise her. "Breathe."
It appears to function, and I can observe her unravel, as I continue my oral endeavors. Her juices begin to drip, and she starts quivering. It's adorable, and I commend kissing her pussy. She starts emitting piercing squeaks, and I place my hand up her nightie and fondle her breasts. They're incredible. Natural yet perfectly spherical and voluptuous, and this is quickly embedding itself in my top ten erotic episodes.
I'm spending more time with this girl than I did with Mrs. Singer or Sophie, but I'm making progress. Her squeaks increase in pitch, so I start rubbing her while continuing to lick her clit. Suddenly, she begins making high-pitched noises, and it's clear that she's reaching orgasm. It's been about twenty minutes of pussy eating, but we've made it. "Oh my god!" she exclaims. "Oh my fuck fuck god jesus uh uh fuck cunt cunt," she shouts out, wrapping her legs around my neck, thrashing around in excitement.
Josie starts shaking and laughing hysterically. "You brilliant pussy eating motherfucker," she goes on, laughing, and I can't help but laugh at her choice of words. I go down on her again, and it's not long before she's off again. "I'm jelly, baby, oh oh oh oh!" she cries out with enthusiasm, and it seems that she reaches her climax at that moment. The front door of their apartment opens, and I look up at the sight of Wendy, with a smile on her face.
"Hey Nick. Hey Sophie," she says with a giggle. Josie lifts her head and waves at Wendy, who walks into the kitchen, trying to hold in her laughter. "Don't let me interrupt you kids," she says, giving me a nod. I take this as a signal to make Josie come again. It doesn't take long, and soon she's howling in pleasure, laughing maniacally. I feel great that I've managed to make this amazing woman climax.
Josie sits up on the sofa, looking like she just snorted a load of heroin. She's still trembling due to aftershocks, and I hold her close until she calms down. This takes a few minutes. "Thank you," she whispers in my ear, her voice barely audible. I hug her gently. Her breathing slows, and she looks deep into my eyes and nods, acknowledging the moment we've shared.
"You're welcome," I say, not fully realizing how profound the moment was for both of us. She seems a little dazed, so I go to the kitchen to get us both some water. Wendy is in the kitchen.
"Making the rounds at the East and West Side?" she asks, teasing me.
"And South," I respond.
"Do I need to reserve a space or will you just show up?"
Josie wobbles into the room, still looking dazed, and I hand her a glass of water. She seems to be coming to her senses, and she grins at us both. Josie hugs me and starts giggling. "I guess that was a yes," Wendy says, making a "tut tut" sound and leaving us alone. Josie doesn't say anything, but takes my hand and leads me to her bedroom.
She takes off her nightie and stands in front of me, naked. I've never seen a more beautiful body in my life. I've never even dreamed of something so magnificent. She starts unbuttoning my jeans, and I remove my shirt. This stunning blonde gets on her knees in front of me, pulling down my pants and briefs. My almost hard cock pops out in front of her face, and she starts laughing again. Her mouth is wide open, and she stares up at me with a look of amazement. "Wow," she says, stroking my cock like it's a unique treasure.
She stops talking and places my dick in her mouth. I gasp as a wave of indescribable sensations hits me, and this divine woman attempts to suck me off. Unlike sweet Sophie's efforts, this is a god-tier blowjob, similar to something Mrs. Singer might do, and I'm transported. I don't want to come, so after a minute or so, I take my cock out of her mouth, then lead her onto the bed.
"Did you not enjoy it, sweetheart?" she asks me, as I start kissing her breasts. Her large, plentiful, divine breasts. I move down her body to her belly, then to her lips, kissing as I go.
"I enjoyed it too much," I tell her, and go down on her again. Within a minute or so, she's having another orgasm, making more lovely feminine noises than I've heard from either Mrs. Singer or Sophie. This girl is outstanding, and I feel like I've awakened something inside her. She responds to me in a way I've never experienced, and I'm swept up in her emotions and beauty. Wave after wave of pleasure hits her, and I can only imagine what the neighbors must have thought.
At her most intense, she cries out, "fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck me now," so I cease kissing her pussy and move up her body. She's deeply immersed in the experience, but I must ensure our safety.
"On the pill, Jo?" I inquire. She nods frantically and pulls me towards her. I position myself, and gently slide my large cock between her legs, inch by inch. I'm astounded by what fate has granted me: getting to be with these two remarkable women in such a short time. I feel a tinge of remorse for Sophie but it quickly dissipates as we get to it.
We go at it for half an hour, swapping positions, engaging in slow and tender lovemaking, then intense and forceful intercourse. I bring her to climax numerous times and her orgasms are spectacular. Eventually, I can't handle it any longer and thoroughly fuck her, culminating in my orgasm. She makes noises like someone's marking her behind, and it's simply magnificent. She makes me feel like a mighty stallion, and this goddess has given me the finest ride of my life.
I crumple on top of her and it's time for me to laugh. Mrs. Singer crosses my mind, and despite my affection for her, I feel no better than I did with this girl. I slide off her, and she cuddles against me. We're both sweating and panting heavily. There's a lengthy silence, and then I say, "That was the finest I've ever had." "You're stunning."
It's true, but I don't comprehend the reason. She's stunningly attractive and possesses otherworldly beauty, but there's something else about her, something neither of my previous lovers had. I am unaware of the specific quality. She lifts her upper body, gazing at me with a dazed, euphoric grin.
"So, that's what it should feel like?" she asks, and we both laugh. She rests her head on my chest once more, and I feel reborn. I glance at the wall clock and realize I missed my class, but I'm unconcerned. When there's a rippling sound at the door, its a timid knock.
We both rise and the door opens. Sophie emerges, spotting us. She doesn't see what we've done together, but after the deed was done. I feel self-conscious and strange, sensing regret. Josie sits up straight and draws the blankets around her. Sophie glances at us, and her expression radiates her anguish. "Love, I'm sorry," Josie declares, following Sophie out of the room as she leaves.
Josie slips on her nightie, and I hear Sophie's voice in the hallway. She's not shouting, though she's repeatedly telling Sophie, "It's fine, it's fine." But it's evident it's not. I'm conflicted. I adore Sophie, but Josie and I have connected at a higher level than we have before. I must tread carefully.
I dress and move into the living area. "Should I leave?" I inquire meekly.
"Yes. But first, fuck Wendy," Sophie replies, with Wendy holding her hands in defense. Josie seems frightened, and I'm at a loss as to what I should do. Sophie gazes at me. "It's fine, Nick. You can go. We can talk later," she says. I steal a peek at Josie, then depart when she speaks.
What a drama. I've just had the best sex of my life, but I've also ruined things for them. I care deeply for those women, and don't wish to lose their company. I'm in uncharted waters. Conflicting thoughts cloud my mind while I stroll back to my dorm. I also become slightly guilty about Mrs. Singer, as I've not kept in touch with her. How this will unfold remains a mystery.
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Knocking startles me awake the next day. Delighted, Josie is standing there, looking relaxed, as beautiful as ever. She's wearing a wool hat, a coat, and leggings. She leans her feet slightly inward and gazes at me, her face indicating anxiety. I welcome her inside.
Though I share this dorm room with another guy, it's cramped, so we sit on the bed and observe each other. "Fancy a cuppa, love?" I ask. It's simple to prepare tea in my humble quarters. She nods, and I deal with the kettle.
"I'm very sorry, Nick. I hope I didn't ruin everything," she says, as the kettle boils.
"It takes two to tango, Josie," I respond. "How's Sophie?"
"I'm unsure. She's in pain."
"You never can tell how you'll respond to something. The two of you obviously had a connection going on." She sits there, looking scrumptious. She hasn't taken off her hat or her shoes or her coat, and I'm not going to ask her to. She's so alluring, so beautiful, and my cock perks up as I regard her from across the small distance.
"Regrets?" I inquire from her.
She gazes at me, and relaxes a touch on the bed, then exhales. "Should we both end up in a struggle with Sophie because of this," she starts, then halts. "I'll never regret you."
Sophie is a gorgeous gal, very provocative and charismatic, and I admire her. But after what happened just the other day, I feel something deeper for Josie than I've ever felt, even for Mrs. Singer. I want to handle this delicately. The tea has been prepared, so I sit back down on the bed, providing Josie with a mug, and we both have a sip of our hot beverages. She beams at me warmly.
"Make yourself at home," I suggest, leaving it as her choice. She sets her mug aside, and chuckles slightly, then sighs deeply. She takes off her shoes, removes her hat, and strips off her coat. Underneath, she's rocking a tight little top, and her astonishing figure is emphasized flawlessly. I can't help but spy her camel toe, in her form-fitting leggings, and my dick stands at attention. She's a wonder. I eye her, and, for the second time, shake my head at her, as if to say, "you're too much." She smiles, comprehensively.
"Did you imply what you said, Nick?"
"Exactly what did I imply?"
"When we had intercourse, you said I was the ideal you'd ever gotten," she says. She stares at me with a tentative look.
"I meant it, and it was true, Josie," I assure her. She clasps her hand in mine.
"It was the same for me," she states. "I know from what I've heard Sophie say, that you've had some remarkable sex with her, but for me, there's never been anything like this, Nick."
"You're incredibly unique," I tell her. I want to be wary not to rush things or utter something ridiculous.
"I truly believed there might be something faulty with me," she says with a giggle, eyes me and grasps my hand.
"On the contrary, Josie," I respond, chuckling somewhat.
"What do you mean?" she inquires. She's probing.
"Everything is fine with you," I affirm her. She blushes. I think it extraordinary that a young lady this attractive could have any problems or doubt her confidence, but you can't know others' lives. I sense the warmth between us radiating, and when I glance at her, she's tugging at my heartstrings. I must be cautious with this treasure.
She draws nearer, placing her lips against mine. We exchange the softest kiss, and when she detaches, her cheeks are flushed. She stares at me, then stands up. My vision falls over her heavenly form, and I settle back and take her in. She smiles, witnessing the effect on me.
"Nick, hear me out. Before you did what you did to me, and changed everything, I was into you, right? I understand Sophie and Wendy and I always playfully flirt with you, but I actually favored you, beyond the flirting. Yesterday wasn't some calculated attempt at stealing you away from my friend. It wasn't intended to happen. I'm not some girl who steals her friend's boyfriend."
She holds sentiments for me as well, it's apparent. "The last thing I'd classify you as... is that," I tell her. I certainly don't want to utter that word bitch to her. She seems so sincere, and so far, our bond has been devoid of all the games and manipulations I've been accustomed to in others. She leans over and kisses me gently, again.
Naturally, I plant my hand on her inner thigh, between her legs, just above the knee, as she stands in front of me. Once more, I feel a spark between us. I watch her, as she shuts her eyes, embracing the sensation of my hand. The tiniest touch, and I've transported her somewhere. I press my fingers into her crack and she inhales, then opens her eyes and looks back at me.
"Nick, I didn't come here for a repeat. I came here to ensure we were sound, but..."
I can tell she's highly excited, and I want her badly. I push my hand up her thigh, so my fingers are in her crevice and my thumb is on her mound, neatly wrapped in her snug leggings. I weave a few circles on her with my thumb, and feel her physique quiver, as she inhales.
"Oh my," she swears, and I can feel her dampness through the material. "You've dismantled all my boundaries."
I carry on drawing small circles on her lips, and with my spare hand, I investigate her body. Her derriere, her slender waist, her ample bosom, her tummy, her shoulders, her neck. She emits pretty little noises, starts trembling and places her hands on my shoulders for equilibrium. "Oh darling," she whispers sweetly.
I notice the dampness between her legs, and I crave to explore. I withdraw my hand, and shedding her garments, she removes her leggings and underwear, and discards them. She enthusiastically pulls her shirt over her head. I can only behold in awe the sight of this natural miracle in front of me, standing bare before me.
I admire her, then kiss her belly. I embrace her waist, and she feels like embracing heaven. I kiss her in the region of her legs, and I hear her react with a cute little sigh as I sample her. She gently caresses my hair as I lick her clit, and she raises a leg, and positions it on the bed. Full authorization granted. I utter a quick prayer to the divine deity of love, and experience this divine offering.
There is absolutely no chance I would ever engage with a more attractive or ravishing girl than this, ever again, as she is completely polished. Her reaction to my kisses and licks is instant, and although she tries to keep it to herself, I can telling she's journeying to a different place. Her juices are flowing, and her legs are quivering. I stop my actions, shift position, and position her on the bed.
She reclines, and I subject her perfect clit to my mouth, delighting in the presence of that little patch of blonde hair. I've never enjoyed giving oral pleasure as much as this, and she begins to exhibit heightened reactions to my attentiveness. She grips the bed post behind her, and starts bellowing as if being penetrated by a red-hot poker. She's experiencing orgasm, and this time, it only requires a few minutes to steer her there, and it appears more powerful than the day before.
"Uh uh uh uh fuuuuck Nick Nick Nick," she shrieks, and therefore, everyone in the dorm now knows about my magnificent sexual prowess. I enter a finger inside her, and she merges into another plane of rapture. I breach her barrier, and she reacts as though she's been set free from a cage. "Oh oh oh... my fuck god fuck Jesus fuck," she yells out again, experiencing yet another tumultuous climax. I persist.
I maintain her in this state of orgasmic ecstasy for at least ten minutes, then halt and undress. "Yes, oh yes, Fuck me please. Nick, please, fuck me baby," she says, absorbed in our intimacy. I disrobe completely, and approach her. I embrace her, and we share a tender exchange of smiles. I'm a minuscule step from falling in love with her, but I'm unsure if I actually know her. We just share a natural camaraderie, like I've never known.
I place my manhood at her drenching opening, Josie gasps and arches her back under me, and simultaneously, the door to my dorm opens, and I hear voices. It's Gary, my dorm mate, and he's allowed in Tommy, and yes, Tommy's mother. I endeavour to conceal myself, but Josie evidently doesn't care, and adopts a position of unrestrained enjoyment.
In order to hide her profuse breasts, she gathers herself against me, while observing the astonished faces staring down at us. I try and evaluate Mrs. Singer's response, but she turns away, and exits. She's wearing a summer dress I've seen before, and she seems enchanting, but nothing can match the girl in my bed.
"Hey fellows," I say, attempting to be unaffected.
"Lunch, remember?" Tommy says, so I'd forgotten, evidently. I'd also forgotten to affix a bow to the handle of the door to signal to Gary if I had companions. I scamper out of bed, becoming conscious that I'm naked, and my impressive member exposes itself, including, I discover, Tommy's mother, observing in the hallway. Josie chortles and strikes me on the backside, as I put on apparel.
"Lunch!" I call out. "Who's going?" I say, and Josie raises her hand. I distribute her top to her, and she dresses under the blankets. Tommy shakes his head. "Sorry, Gary," I say, but he doesn't care. That was the finest pair of breasts he was ever likely to witness. I thank my lucky stars for this blonde Venus in my bed, who I now desire to be my permanent companion, something I've never been certain about with either of my former lovers.
Once ready, Josie and I unite with Tommy and Mrs. Singer in the hallway, making our way towards lunch. Mrs. Singer remains rather quiet, so I can't gauge her thoughts. My focus is fully on Josie, as she snugs up to me in the backseat. My infatuation for Mrs. Singer seems to have vanished completely in a short span.
At the dining venue, we all take seats, and as Josie removes her coat, Tommy and Mrs. Singer both check out her voluptuous, braless breasts. Mrs. Singer makes a contemptuous face, while Tommy gapes in astonishment. Mrs. Singer avoids looking at me but engages Josie in conversation. Neither Josie nor Tommy seem to clue in about our secret past, and Mrs. Singer is being quite evasive.
Josie displays no heed to Mrs. Singer's attitude, whether she's unaware or simply pretending, she quickly proves herself witty and composed. She impresses me with her intelligence and perseverance. A film major, something I knew yet hadn't discussed with her. My film appreciation, owing to Mrs. Singer, was solid, but not to the level of Josie's.
She excels in our discussion of obscure European directors I've never heard of, stirring my enthusiasm for exploring this joint interest. Mrs. Singer accidentally glances over at me, revealing her seething envy. She's no longer attractive to me, and I realize we won't have a future together after this. I hold Josie's hand under the table, and she reciprocates affectionately.
Our lunch concludes, and surprisingly, Mrs. Singer requests the check to be shared among us. I haven't much cash, but contribute my debit card to the waitress. Tommy eyes me curiously before we all arise to leave. Mrs. Singer bids farewell to Tommy, and I witness her prolonged hug. Tommy offers the traditional fist bump, Josie and I return to my dorm, leaving me hopeful that Gary has departed. I tie a ribbon on my door handle and shut the door.
"What's the ribbon for?" Josie queries.
"Erm, well, for... uh..."
"C'mon, Nick," she says, decasing her coat and shoes. "Is it because you think you're about to get laid?"
"Ahem, I mean..."
"You're pretty presumptuous, aren't you?" Josie taunts, removing her panties and shirt, once again standing nude. "I came back here for a game of Scrabble," she quips, advancing towards me. She kisses me fervently and strokes my erected penis. I had been hard, and she giggles. "We all thought Sophie exaggerated," she playfully teases.
"And did we?" I inquire.
"Let's just say, Sophie wasn't kidding," she says, unzipping my jeans and freeing my penis. I was astounded at her reactions to my tongue in her pussy. Not having tried doggy cunnilingus before, it instantly became a favorite.
Within a minute or so, Josie was in convulsive orgasms, head buried in a pillow, ass in the air. I slide inside her, like penetrating heaven. As soon as I enter her, I feel the involuntary high-pitched moaning - lasting for five minutes. I choose not to remain inside her, and request Josie to ride me cowgirl. She climaxes, while I gaze at her exquisite beauty. I grasp her waist, then sit up facing her. I glide into her, and her initial convulsions strike once more. "You've changed everything," she declares as we kiss, loosely gripping her waist. She grinds herself on my cock, and after a few more seconds, we climax simultaneously.
Josie detaches herself, and we lay down on the bed, chuckling. "You're entirely different," I confide. "Oh my... god," she echoes with awe. "I'm a new person, Nick. Oh my fucking god!" she repeats breathlessly. "You're unlike anything I've ever encountered."
I just came more frequently in the last hour than throughout my entire sexual history prior to meeting you. Not only that, but it was also much more intense. The experience was indescribably arousing, dear.
"Do you want to go on a date with me?" you inquired after we finished.
"I believe that's a wonderful idea," I told you, and we linked hands together. A tad later, Josie was the one to speak up again.
"What's wrong with Tommy's mother? She's nothing but a crass*&%!," Josie exclaimed, with accuracy. Mrs. Singer had displayed an especially wretched demeanor during this encounter, and I had certainly witnessed worse from her in the past. As I looked into Josie's eyes, I felt at ease, completely confident that I could confide in her.
"Could I share a secret with you that must never be revealed to anyone?" I inquired. Josie's expression altered, displaying a mix of curiosity and apprehension.
"Are you two having a sexual relationship?" Josie asked with astonishment and amusement.
"We were," I said. "Yet it has come to an end now."
"Not for her," Josie replied, and she was right. Despite the fact that things had come to a close between us, I acknowledged that I owed her much. Thanks to her guidance and experience, I'd been able to connect with women like Sophie and Josie. I knew that without her, I wouldn't have been capable of dismantling their defenses, so to speak.
Josie and I continued our conversation, climaxed again, and then went to eat together. I observed her sat across from me, glowing with an inner radiance. I could feel my heart swell with joy. We held hands across the table. "Nick," she said, "I'm not a slut, you know."
"I didn't consider you to be."
"You might have a reason to assume that based on how we met."
"Well, that means I'm even more of a slut than you," I retorted, attempting to shatter gender stereotypes. Can men be sluts? In my opinion, absolutely.
"Excellent point."
"However, I couldn't resist you," I said.
"So it's my fault?" Josie teased with a laugh.
"It was you on the couch in your nightie and your luscious, bouncing breasts," I reminded her.
"You were the one with a large, stiff appendage in your trousers. Believe me, I noticed," she responded playfully. "You were also the one who had boasted about your prowess in bed from your living room window for all to hear." We both grinned about it.
"You grabbed my penis during a game of Twister," I mentioned.
"Did you ever check out those stunning bosoms?"
"Yes, those immaculate breasts were in my face."
"Your eyes were directed at me. And not just that particular day."
"You are the most luminous woman I've ever seen," I expressed, briefly questioning whether I'd shared too much. To my relief, Josie seemed to understand, indicating a palpable connection between us.
"Did you have feelings for me before that day?" she enquired.
"I did."
"So...?"
"I let you liberate me," she said hesitantly. I squeezed her hand and smiled tenderly in her direction. The relationship that had gradually blossomed between us now possessed a sense of significance. We ate for a short while, and then Josie focused her attention on me. "Is everything you've stated about me true?" she questioned.
"What exactly do you refer to?"
"That I'm better than any other woman you've been with, that I rate higher than everyone else, and that I'm the most beautiful face you've ever beheld?"
"I have not lied to you, Josie. And I never will," I asserted, genuinely convinced of the truth of my words at the time.
"Inform me," she requested, holding both my hands and concentrating on my expression.
"Josie, you are everything I could ever want or yearn for. Will you become my exclusive girlfriend?" I asked, and I truly felt that our connection was real, natural, and freely consensual. My heart sung for her, and I cherished our companionship.
The upcoming weeks are blissful. Every possible moment we have, we spend together, even working on school stuff. We get into watching movies, swimming every evening, and exploring each other sexually for the very first time. Sophie transforms into a completely different person right in front of me, and I can't help but marvel at her. According to Josie, Sophie has been with someone a bit, so we think it's fine for me to hang out with them sometimes.
Later that evening, after dinner, Josie and I find ourselves at her place, joining Wendy in the living area as she watches TV. The drinks start flowing, and the conversation turns more and more raunchy as these two sirens fall back into their old routines.
"So, is this guy everything Sophie said he was?" Wendy inquires, looking scrumptious in a pair of short shorts and a tight pink t-shirt that accentuates her small, perky breasts.
"Definitely everything and more," Josie purrs, cuddling up beside her whilst they both gaze at me.
"Big at it?"
"Large and lovely," Josie answers.
"Great with his tongue?"
"He's had me in almost constant states of orgasmic bliss this past month."
"Mmmm," Wendy responds, and the two of them gaze at each other, giggle, then back at me. "Does he gravitate towards tits like yours or smaller breasts like mine?" she inquires while squeezing Josie's massive mammaries. Joy responds by enveloping Wendy in her arms and gently pinching her pert nipples. I can barely believe what I'm witnessing, and stay silent to see where this is headed.
"He's more inclined to pussies, but I'm sure he'd love to lick your adorable tits just as much as mine," Josie replies, and the two girls share a kiss before playing with each other's boobs. I'm as hard as a rod, sitting there stunned by their unmatched allure.
"Is this like some kind of test?" I question. "Because if it is, I'll end up failing."
Both girls burst into laughter and glance at one another. It seems they're just as unaware of where they're headed as me. I rise from my chair, pour myself a glass of wine, and return to the couch, wedged between them. I take a sip of the wine, and refocus my attention on the film. Josie snuggles into me, pressing her lush breasts against me. Wendy resumes her position next to me, holding hands with Josie and caressing one another. Josie moves my hand to Wendy's marvelous bosom. I gasp involuntarily, and Josie unzips me.
I observe Josie, who nods at me, as if reassuring me. She then kisses me then leans over and kisses Wendy, and I witness them both fondling each other. I'm rock hard and just cherish their unmatched sensuality.
I turn to Josie and caress her round tits. Wendy unbuttons her shirt, exposing her perky breasts. Josie and Wendy lock eyes, then share a peck, before shifting their attention to my cock. They gently massage me until they deem I'm ready. I feel like I've been transported to another realm of pleasure.
"Oh my god," Wendy marvels, taking my cock in her hands. "Can you fit something like that inside me, Jo?"
"Several times a day, honey," she divulges, "For instance, more on weekends." Wendy leans over and takes me into her mouth, pushing me down deep into her throat. I glance at Josie, who sweetly smiles at me whilst massaging my face. She then pushes Wendy's head down further, not giving her a break. Wendy starts gagging, but Josie refuses to release her. After thirty seconds, Josie finally permits Wendy to breathe. Wendy sits upright and giggles, her eyes glinting lasciviously.
Wendy and Josie share a glance, then dive toward me again, simultaneously licking my shaft and sharing a passionate embrace. Unprompted, Sophie arrives in the room. Josie covers my shaft with a pillow, and both girls sit upright. Wendy is licking her lips wantonly, and Josie sits up, suppressing a laugh.
"Don't fret, ladies; this is nothing new to me," Sophie assures. "Although I guess I'm over it." They all break out into laughter, and I breathe a sigh of relief. Sophie's calmness assures me of her understanding of the situation.
"It's not me," Wendy declares, lifting her hand in the air, and they all giggle. Sophie puts down her bag, approaches me, and drops to her knees. She gazes up at Josie before removing the pillow, then goes down on me. In just ten minutes, I've had three beautiful ladies worship me. I'm certain I must have been an amazing person in a past life.
Josie and Wendy kiss in front of me as Sophie gives me a rather decent blowjob, but not nearly as outstanding as Mrs. Singer or Josie.
Sophie detaches her head and kisses all three of us in turn. "Do you want to be rode by this dick, Wendy?" she inquires her roommate. With her fiery red curls framing her face, she looks like a charming doll. I gaze at Josie, staying silent.
"Let's query the lad if he'd like to ride Wendy?" Wendy posits, glowing with fervor. I realize my hand is still touching her small breast. I place my arms on my lap, feeling somewhat self-conscious.
"What about you, boy? Would you like to ride Wendy? You've bedded every person here," Josie posits, reaching out to squeeze Sophie's breasts.
"It's not really in my hands," I offer. I was going to leave it up to these liberated ladies to make the decision.
All the ladies look at one another, like they're communicating clandestinely. They all yearn to let go, experiment, have a good time, and push boundaries, but they need assurance that it wouldn't jeopardize their comfort zones in the long run. I whisper to Josie, "I don't require anyone but you." I had never expressed those words before. I shove my penis into my lap, giving a grin to all the girls.
Josie whispers back to me, like a mischievous nymph. "Yes, but consider those cute little titties. Aren't you attracted to her?"
I look at Josie, witnessing her and Sophie engaging playfully with each other. "I adore you," I proclaim. Josie stares at me with puppy eyes and falls more deeply in love with me.
Josie and I are the only two who aren't naked, and Wendy and Sophie keep on giggling and engaging with each other. Josie watches them, and I gaze at Josie. I can't discern if Josie's desire is for me, for them, or for the idea of observing me conquer her friends. "It appears that these two have everything going for them," I remark, addressing the room, and all the girls look at each other.
"No. We all want to be mounted," Wendy contributes.
"A large, thick cock," Sophie adds. Both appear quite inebriated.
"I'm sorry, it's just the two of them," Josie informs me.
"Is any cock acceptable?" I question.
"No, not just any. It must be yours," Josie states, then orders Wendy to approach.
I'm directly in front of her shaved vulva, and it has visible moisture. I observe Josie, who whispers in my ear. "I want you as well," she murmurs. I remain uncertain. "Would you do it for me?" she queries. "I trust you." Josie then aids me in pulling out my penis. "Are you prepared, Wendy?"
"I'm all set," she replies, then mounts my knee, facing me, straddling. Sophie gets down on the floor and removes my pants and boxers. Josie removes my shirt before whipping my pants off. Josie and Sophie start caressing each other, although their focus is on Wendy as she begins grinding on me. Wendy has her eyes closed, absorbed in her pleasure.
Josie whispers in my ear, providing tender encouragement and reassurance. "Go for it, my guy," she urges, and I look at her while her friend pleasures herself with my cock. "But don't climax. You have to save it for all of us," Josie advises.
Wendy is feeling quite ecstatic and her fellow girls are focused on her actions. They tickle her clitoris, rub her breasts, and kiss her. I serve as a lifeless sex toy, doing my duty without erupting. Thankfully, I'd had intercourse with Josie a few hours ago, so hold back from climaxing. Wendy reaches orgasm, and the other girls embrace her along with themselves. I massage Wendy's boobs while she bounces on me.
Wendy stands after she finishes, sits on my knee as the other two cuddle and stroke us. "You're such a caring guy," Wendy smiles, lost in her thoughts.
"I told you," Sophie mumbles.
"You've offered her the finest treatment," Josie interjects. "Although, you've missed giving her oral, as both Sophie and I have experienced."
Sophie guides Wendy's hand, pulling her up onto the carpet and spreading her legs. What a vision. What a girl. I want to indulge in her all over again but wait for a signal. Josie gazes at me, her eyes strong, and indicates Wendy. "She's waiting," she says, leading me down.
I see Sophie atop Wendy's mouth, receiving licks from her tongue. Josie grips my balls firmly, then pushes me toward Wendy. I'm on the brink of reaching her, but the pressure on my testicles leads me to plant a kiss on Wendy's vulva. "Yes, good boy," I hear Josie say. My heart races, and I'm merely a pawn in their plot, but a reluctant, enthused pawn.
Mrs. Singer and her devious games come to my thoughts, and for the first time since our affair terminated, I question my role. But as Sophie moans exquisitely and Josie massages my testicles, I lose myself and give Wendy a pussy kiss.
Her climax is swift, and louder than earlier. Wendy tongue-fucks Sophie skilfully, and within five minutes, she's spasming and shouting, with Sophie holding her arms down. Josie orders me to molest Wendy, encouraging her sensually by whispering in my ear. "Fuck her hard. Show her what my man can offer," Josie says, pushing me inside Wendy again. This was extraordinary. I pound Wendy, while Josie plays with my testicles and murmurs in my ear. I see Sophie buttering Josie's breasts and kissing her vigorously.
I'm a plaything, and though I have no objections, I question Josie's intentions. Wendy experiences her third climax wildly, and I strive to reach the essential spot without ejaculating. As I sink deeper into Wendy, I make contact with a magical spot, causing her to shriek in a high pitch in tandem with my thrusts. Her orgasm is intense. The other girls gather around Wendy, massaging her gently as she reaches new heights of pleasure.
I embrace Wendy, and she laughs ecstatically, much like Josie on the day I'd first made her climax. Her laughter was filled with joy and pleasure, but also reprieve. I withdraw and stand, and all three girls focus on me. I haven't come yet and am eager to fuck them both.
"Next is Sophie," Wendy announces, and she moves onto the sofa. Wendy sits next to her, fondling Sophie's clitoris. Josie approaches me, and kisses me.
"Women first," I clarify while pointing at Josie to lap it up. Josie crawls over Wendy, gazes up at Sophie, then starts kissing her and working her clitoris. I circle Josie, enter her from behind, slowly. My hands hold her waist. There she is, my splendid girl. Josie moans and groans, but still endeavors to calm Wendy down. Wendy rubs my chest as she finds delight in Josie's ministrations.
Wendy rises, sits on the sofa next to me, and begins to fondle my chest. Josie caresses me as I fuck her, and whispers in my ear. I can see Sophie genuflect at Josie's feet, embracing her and kissing her while grabbing her large mammaries.
I'm a plaything, and although I don't mind, I wonder about Josie's tricks. Wendy reaches climax once more, more exuberant than earlier. I intensify in Wendy, I attempt to hit her in a hidden spot, and she lets out a high-pitched herald with every thrust. She's peaking now. The other girls cradle Wendy and gently massage her as she climaxes.
I kiss Wendy gently, and she starts laughing hysterically, much like Josie did on the day I'd taken her first orgasm. Her laughter was a mixture of joy and gratitude, but also relaxation. I take a swig of wine and indicate the next one. The girls laugh.
This is a great time. Josie's coming, and she howls as I give it to her, and I'm dying to climax. I pull out and put Josie on her back. My penis thumps against her stomach as I begin going down on Sophie. I recall how beautiful her pussy is, and I know exactly how to get her off. When Josie failed, I succeed quickly in bringing this lady to climax. I'm spoiling all these young ladies for other guys.
Just like she did with Wendy, Josie then helps me into place and puts my cock inside Sophie's luscious pussy. I go on for a while, then remember that she stated she was off the pill, so I remove myself. I collapse on the floor, worn out. All three girls cuddle up to me, kiss each other, and play with me, in reverent rapture. Josie climbs on top of me while the other two both make out with me, and I caress their tits. Sophie is medium-sized, Wendy is small.
Josie moves me to a kneeling position and starts jerking me off. "Uh uh uh... don't come yet, my darling", she says, and now this is agony.
"I can't last much longer," I tell her. An hour of total stimulation has passed, and I need to climax. Josie jumps off me, and heads to the other two. I sit up and gaze at them. Josie arranges me next to them and begins jerking me off. As if they were under the control of the same mind, Sophie and Wendy both assume a position on all fours, placing their faces in front of my penis, as Josie finishes me off.
"Open wide, ladies," Josie commands, and as I ejaculate, she aims my seed in their mouths. I had never imagined something like this was possible. Josie has a wild spirit, and the other two are her compliant accomplices. I'm just a servant for their pleasure.
I'm done, and I fall to the carpet. Sophie gets up and spits my semen out in the kitchen sink, but Wendy seems to have swallowed her portion. There's still some of my essence on her lovely face, though. The three of them hug each other and then me. I'm unsure of what happened or what it will imply for Josie and me, but I did understand it would be something I'd never forget.
In the morning, I awaken to the sound of girls laughing, and stroll out of Josie's room in my briefs. I have a hangover, and need coffee. All three girls stare at me, like a coven of witches in some teenage sex cult. I make myself some coffee, and look at them in order. All three are full-on attractive, but only Josie truly strikes a chord in my heart.
"Is everyone all right?" I inquire, dipping my toe in.
"Yes, why wouldn't we be?" Josie answers cryptically.
"Well, due to, you know, last night..."
"We all what?" Sophie intervenes.
"I mean the movie on TV," says Wendy between bites of toast. They were messing with me.
"Yes. That's it. The movie. That was the most significant event during the evening. Absolutely," I say, and shake my head at them.
"Did you have a wicked dream, sweetheart?" Josie asks, stroking my hair. Wendy and Sophie stand there in their skintight outfits, and I desire to fuck them all over and over.
"I dreamed that all four of us had an orgy, and that I gave all of you spectacular orgasms."
"That's revolting," Sophie says, taking a puff from her vape pen.
"I'm a virgin, so that's impossible," Wendy interjects. I notice that Sophie is hiding her chuckles.
"Yeah, that's rather crude of a fantasy, Nick," Josie says, drinks the coffee, and hands it back to me. "What sort of girl would let her boyfriend fuck her two best friends?"
Wendy bursts out laughing.
"I'm glad I can continue being the scapegoat for all of your deeds, girls," I tell them and prepare another cup of coffee.
The three of them line up and look at me. I feel like an extra in a porn film, these gals are all so stunning. I grab my phone off the counter and snap a photo of the trio for a reminder of one of the most amazing nights in my life.
"Something you can jerk off to later?" Sophie says, and the three of them burst into laughter. I drink my coffee, astonished by them. Josie vanishes into the shower, and Sophie disappears into her room, leaving Wendy and me alone. She approaches me and kisses me softly, then takes her hand to grip my bulge. My hand finds her waist, and I get hard from her touch.
"Want to fuck me fast?" she whispers in my ear. We kiss for a moment.
"No, I won't do that," I respond. It's crossing the line into cheating, and I'm not going there. I'm with Josie, and anything that occurs with another partner will be her idea. I leave, but give her a kiss on the cheek and a warm smile. She heads for her room as well, and I sit on the couch in a daze.
Our days continue as if nothing ever happened. Josie and I are sitting down for dinner, and once more I attempt to discuss what transpired. "Do you wanna talk about the whole orgy thing?" I inquire.
"About how I slid in your butt while we were 69-ing?"
"Ah, not that."
"Or about how I said Kubrick is overrated?"
I just shake my head. "Forget it," I murmur, and carry on with my dinner.
"How about the time I had sex with all of you that night?"
I glance at my girl, her eyes shining with amusement. "Yeah, that," I respond.
"It was all planned, babe," she enlightens me. "We'd talked about it, even before you were seeing Sophie. When she caught us in bed, there was a small hiccup, but it wasn't long before we agreed to go ahead with it."
"How did they factor in my feelings here?" I inquire.
"They didn't, truthfully."
"So was I just a pawn in your game?"
"I'd describe it more as a university experiment, not a game," Josie explains, sipping on her milkshake.
"Why me?"
"It shouldn't be that difficult to understand, Nick."
"If not, couldn't you find any random guy with a big dick?"
"You're not just any guy with a decent endowment, Nick."
"So it's not even about fucking? Isn't that the primary purpose?"
"Obviously not. You know how exceptional you are. You're not being serious, are you? You're not the only one whose life has been forever changed by us, and besides, we were the only people that year that we all got along with."
"Is it strange between you three now?"
"No, not one bit. We discussed it. We knew what was going to occur, and agreed to not let it get emotional. We all talked about it afterward, frankly, just like we have."
"And how about my involvement?"
"Only in certain circumstances, Nick. But I don't need or desire anyone else but you. What are you implying?"
"I'm just curious, Jo. I'm just inquiring if there's any woman you'd want me to sleep with."
"Wendy wants more," Josie shares. "Did you like fucking her?"
"What a strange question to ask," I reply.
"Of course you did, right? Would you fuck her again?"
"I'll never cheat on you," I tell her.
"Would you sleep with her if I asked?"
"Only under the right circumstances, Jo. But I don't need or want anyone else but you. Why would you want me to?"
"I didn't enjoy the lesbian aspect of the night, Nick. It's fine for everyone to touch boobs and kiss, but it was really seeing another girl turn you on that triggered my pleasure," Josie discloses.
"Want to incorporate that into our relationship?"
Josie regards me, holding my hand. "Nick, I'm sorry. I didn't believe this would cause tension for you. We all thought it would be something you'd enjoy, as men are dogs. But then again, you've proven yourself to be unlike other men."
"I'm not so different. It's mainly because of you and the feeling of being in love," I reveal. I had beforehand told Josie I loved her in the heat of the moment, but I'd never before proclaimed my love, and she'd never given it back.
"I'm in love with you too, Nick," she says, and we kiss. That settles it. "Love isn't enough," she continues.
"What exactly do you mean by that?"
"It's just human nature for sex to become stale. It's as natural as it is for cats to kill birds."
"I can't fathom that with us. Is this something you crave, other men?"
"Oh, gods, no," Josie answers. "I'm not into men. It's not that kind of thing. We just have to be totally open about it and discuss any and all desires. If I ever feel attracted to someone else, or you do, then we need to talk about it, not hide it and not cheat. It's entirely normal to want to fuck others. Monogamy is unnatural. And I don't want to break up because of an issue so minor."
This woman is a modern person. When I acknowledge her, I finish my meal, contemplating whether I could handle her being intimate with another guy. Perhaps I could. "Sophie and Wendy are incredibly attractive individuals, and I had a fantastic time engaging sexually with both of them. I had the pleasure of penetrating them and licking their vaginas, causing them to orgasm. Nonetheless, I'm not obligated to. I'm not a primitive caveman. The following morning, while you were showering, Wendy proposed that we have sex. However, I declined. "Have you been aware of this, Josie?" inquires this individual.
"No, I was uninformed about this incident," Josie responds.
"It was just a quick kiss and a grasping of my genitals. But I declined her advances. Is that something you find troubling?"
"We didn't discuss that in our previous arrangement. However, I'm pleased you exercised self-restraint."
"Would you have been content if I had engaged in sex with her?"
"You didn't, so there's no need to explore this hypothetical scenario for now."
"I didn't sleep with her for several reasons. It would have felt like cheating, and I didn't find her physically attractive."
"If you had chosen to do so, would it have changed your feelings for me?"
"You didn't, and given your preference for me, it is doubtful."
"I happened to find Sophie and Wendy the following week, and we were joined by Tommy and his girlfriend, Samantha, for a double date. Neither of us had met Samantha before, and I introduced her to the group. I must admit, Samantha has a cuteness from her baby face and an innocent appearance. Josie seemed to be in her element, and her beauty illuminated the entire room. Her appearance was enough to make me feel ill if I hadn't been with her."
Josie continued to stimulate conversation, although things took a turn when the subject shifted to Tommy's mother. "Nick, have you slept with my mother?" asks Tommy, directing the question at me. I'm unsure what he has uncovered or suspected, but something is evident.
"What do you mean, Tommy?" I inquire cautiously. Tommy's gaze locks onto my face, and I can't help but feel my cheeks redden. I glance at my girlfriend, who is aware of the situation. She gives me a look that suggests she knows something significant.
"Spill it, dude. Have you slept with my mother, Nick?" asks a seemingly astute Tommy, challenging my words. My blush was clearly noticeable, and it became apparent to everyone at the table that my moment of truth had been revealed. Both Wendy and Sophie entered, sitting down next to us.
"Nick, I thought your Mom was beautiful," remarks Wendy. Josie suppresses her laughter as she gazes at me.
"Tommy, I am sorry," I state, regretful of my actions.
"Nick, my mom is a rather sexy woman," mentions Tommy nonchalantly.
The atmosphere at the table changes to one of wonky discomfort, and Samantha looks visibly disturbed. "Who died?" asks Sophie, noting the unusual mood.
"Nothing so dreadful," Tommy responds, burying his face in the menu. The waitress arrives, and we all order, restoring some semblance of normalcy to the table's atmosphere, although Samantha looks tense as she mingles with the group. The girls introduce themselves to Samantha, who now seems to be in the midst of a hive of snakes.
"Tommy, I'm sorry," I apologize once more, unaware of how to amend the situation.
"I've met your Mom, and she's super sexy," reveals Wendy, laughing. This statement appears to amuse the group, although Tommy doesn't share in their amusement. Sophie approaches Tommy and embraces him. "It's natural, babe. When two fantastically good-looking individuals are reunited," she asserts in an attempt to comfort him, likely referring to his mother and me. Not amused, Tommy turns to face me.
"My mother is what?" he inquires, openly emphasizing his displeasure and disbelief.
"Indeed, Wendy," remarks Sophie, amused by the entire situation. Aware of Tommy's distress, she notices the predicament his emotions are in and suggests, "It's all natural, isn't it?"
"Tommy, I'm deeply sorry," I express reproachfully.
"How often did you share a bed with my mom, Nick?"
I joke, half-heartedly, "Perhaps you should inquire of her."
Sophie chimes in, amused, along with Wendy, "We'd all love to know." They laugh, and their laughter softens the blow of that question.
Wendy directs her gaze at Josie, "Do you have any idea?"
Josie replies, "We have no hidden secrets. However, it's not my place to gossip."
"Gossip, Josie, come on," Tommy encourages Josie to share the scoop. Josie encounters my eyes, and I motion for her to proceed. In private, I've summoned her to relay our intimate encounters to our friends.
Josie opens up, "First, I will ensure that you and Sophie avoid fighting over this information. The two of you need to understand that I will not reveal anything if you both don't agree on it." They mutually accept the terms, and Josie then proceeds with the shocking intimate details.
Josie ensures to skip out on the most extremely salacious fragments. We never had sex when Tommy was home, which is not accurate, and it was a fling that persisted for a year and more than just a few weekends. Mrs. Singer and I had really had sex a hundred times, spanning the course of this lengthy relationship. These details Josie shares do not fully capture the reality of our bedroom sessions.
I sit there in a mix of relief and unease as Josie regales the group with her account of the relationship between Nick and his horny step-mom. Thankfully, she is sparing with the graphic details.
Sophie celebrates Mrs. Singer for instructing us, "All of us are eternally grateful to Mrs. Singer for her instruction."
Wendy cheekily remarks, "That's why he's such an expert at fucking others." This elicits a reaction from Tommy.
"Have I slept with every person here?" Tommy jokes, sounding a little irritated.
Samantha, impishly, raises a hand, "Not yet, but I'm working on it." The table erupts into laughter.
I try, once more, to express my apology to Tommy, "Tommy, you're amazing. I genuinely apologize for the hurt I've caused you." Tommy disregards my attempts, "Forgot about it," he says, exhaling heavily. I can't be sure how he feels about the circumstance or his mom. This whole situation unsettles me.
"Have you heard the story of when Nick was with our three moms together?" Sophie tells the table, grinning.
"Is this real?" Samantha queries.
"It is indeed," Sophie confirms. "There has never been a more powerful climax in my life," Wendy interjects. Josie cuddles up to me.
"How can I join the next fun time?" Samantha questions the group. Tommy glances at her, bewildered, as the girls laugh.
"Who's interested in returning to our place for more fun?" Wendy suggests to the table. I hesitate but suddenly decide to rejoin the party at the girls' place. Upon arriving, I hear the girls' revelry. I knock on the door. "Can I come in?" These girls are looking hot, and although I have arousal, I feel conflicted about the information shared earlier about my mom. I enter and find the group deep in conversation and laughter.
"Who wants to have some more fun here?" Wendy proposes, locking eyes with me. Feeling a pull towards spending another night with the girls, I recognize that Tommy might not be a part of their future giggles. I made an agreement with him to prevent fights and protect his feelings, but with a tingle running through me, I can't resist joining my friends. "I'll see you later," I say to Tommy, unsure of what this all means for our friendship. I leave him in the middle of the night.
The door swings open and I'm transported into a surreal scenario, witnessing several girls in their underwear wrestling with pillows in the living room while the tune "Venus" by Shocking Blue plays at a deafening volume. It's reminiscent of a scene from a teen comedy flick just before the protagonist tragically loses their virginity to someone who is completely out of their league.
Two wine bottles are sitting empty on the floor, with a third one on the coffee table beside an open bottle. I pick up a glass and take a sip, choosing to watch the scene unfold. The girls gather around me, including Samantha, who isn't as beautiful as the others, but still captivating in her own right. Her nipples are visible through her shorts. Josie kisses me, outlining the plan to sacrifice me once again.
I decide to make my exit, declaring, "I'm gonna hit the sack."
"No, honey, you'll be sacrificing Samantha instead," Sophie proclaims, leaving the girls in hysterics. I look over at Samantha, and her lips are biting her bottom lip, suggesting she's smitten. I hug Josie and we lock eyes. I voice, "No one but you, Jo."
"I know," she replies, leading Samantha over to me. We kiss, sealing her initiation into the club. It appears that I'm once more stepping into Tommy's territory.
The following morning, I wake up to discover the ladies sprawled on the living room floor. Hurting from the previous night's session, I get up to prepare coffee. Samantha joins me in the kitchen.
"Please keep this between us," I ask Samantha, hoping to spare Tommy any distress. She just smiles.
"You're so special," she notes, seemingly unconcerned. "Wendy raved about the bliss she enjoyed with you, and while you're paired with Josie... she's a bit obsessed."
"Really?" I inquire, remaining speechless.
"Absolutely. And you... you were quite the ball of fun last night!" she whispers. "Thank you." Samantha exits the kitchen and returns to the living room, her cheeks rosy from the contrast of being thrilled and slightly embarrassed. I surmise that my moments of pleasure will never be as thrilling as this, and no one would believe me if I told them.
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Epilogue.
Due to my persistence, my bond with Tommy gradually ends. Our text exchanges cease, but we occasionally nod and exchange pleasantries if we encounter each other. I'm relieved to learn that Tommy has found a stable girlfriend, one who has no interest in me.
The game nights with Josie and the Pussycat Club continue, welcoming new members from time to time, and my college years continue to exceed my expectations. The only unwavering constant is Josie, my partner, my significant other, and my true love.
One day, I cross paths with Mrs. Singer at the supermarket. Josie spots her and nods in her direction, with her hands placed on her hips.
"Still cohabiting with the tit woman?" Mrs. Singer quips sarcastically when she notices us. I'm quite surprised.
"How dare you call me a tit woman?" Josie responds, angrily thrusting out her ample chest. Mrs. Singer chuckles uncontrollably, and both of them strike up a conversation. Mrs. Singer remarks, "You do have terrific tits, dear," and the two exchange pleasantries. I heave a sigh of relief.
"I owe you a favor, actually, Laura," Josie shares, once they have become acquainted.
"For what, dear?"
"Well... you prepared Nick for the wild world," Josie responds. I appreciate Mrs. Singer for her part in preparing me for sexual encounters and the different ways to please a woman.
"Really?" Mrs. Singer eyes me with a grin. "He definitely possesses natural skills, along with something quite unique."
"Yep, he does," Josie replies, nuzzling into me. Mrs. Singer recognizes the ring on Josie's finger.
"Are you two lovebirds engaged?" she inquires.
"Not necessarily," Josie stresses. "I have this thing for witnessing Nick getting it on with other chicks, and to be honest, I seem to derive more pleasure from it than him. Kinda. As long as he ends up with me." Mrs. Singer displays a startled expression for the first time I've ever seen her. "And he gave me this ring to act as a reminder that I'm the only one he adores."
I simply nod, yet I'm slightly mortified.
"Describe further this fetish of yours," Mrs. Singer remarks with chuckles. The pair stroll off, entwined at the arms, while I remain a safe distance away, observing them.
The End.
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