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Don't worry, ajay, I actually have plans for just who I cast in those roles. (Remember our curly haired Hispanic friend from between that girl's legs, circa chapter 2? Hey's coming back, for sure, though I won't say how yet).

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Chapter Eight, A Day Worthy of the History Books:

Laura and I, having just completed a fuck that was certainly worthy of two passionate young lovers, cleaned ourselves up and prepared to leave our now-finished-for-the-day class of Sex Ed 101. After we had redressed ourselves, Laura and I decided that since we already bonded so well earlier that we should at least hang out until our next class. Unfortunately, after comparing schedules, we realized that our next class would not be together. I wanted to hang out more with Laura, but I'd be lying if I said I wasn't looking forward to meeting another group of sensuous young ladies ready to get fucked for a grade.

The schedule was a little different than I might have expected. I was very used to my high school schedule of class after class after class until it was time to go home, but as most colleges do, I had the luxury of spending time of my own free will between a morning and afternoon class. This luxury, in most colleges, would be tainted by the need to complete homework for due dates drawing ever closer, but homework is never an issue on the first day. Besides, I didn't really think I would mind the kind of homework this school dishes out. It was about 10:30 when my first class let out, and I had until 1:00 to dawdle around the campus with my sexy new friend.

Though we had only just met, it really seemed that Laura and I were destined to be good friends during our summer here together. Besides the obvious physical attraction we shared (and our obvious plans to have more fun together), we also connected on a more intellectual level. She seemed to have an understanding of people that went together with my hobby of watching people to see what they were thinking. I'm not saying I'm psychic, I'm just saying I'm pretty damn good at reading body language and applying it to what I know about a person and people in general, but enough about that boring shit.

As Laura walked, she swung her hips in a way that proudly displayed the fact that she had just had some pretty sweet sex, and that she was looking for another go.

"Hey Laura," I called for her, "do you have any idea what people do around here in there free time, other than fuck like rabbits?"

"It's an interesting thought," she pondered, "but all I've seen so far has not suggested anything else."

"Well. It's almost lunch and I'm hungry. Wanna grab a bite and hunt for something to do?"

"Sure." She winked at me. Apparently she figured that meant there was gonna be some more intercourse later on. As we walked to the food court (which we were lucky enough to get directions to), I decided in my mind that I really wouldn't mind that. Things started to go screwy when we were eating.

In from the across the room walked the man whom I had once spotted between the legs of a voluptuous woman. While I had only seen the back of his head yesterday morning, I knew the instant I saw his slick-back hair that it was the same guy. He was indeed Hispanic, but it looked like there might be something else in there too, but I didn't dwell on thoughts like this. On either side of this fine specimen of man walked two finer specimens of women. On his left walked a blonde goddess, about 5'6" with perfect tits, ass, and hair down to her waist. On his right, with a confidant stride, walked her complete opposite. This black haired beauty stood only about 5" even, and by the looks of her face, caramel skin, and petite figure, I could peg her to be of Southeastern Asian decent. What she lacked in shapeliness she made up for in attitude, however. I could tell that, even from a glance, she had a vibe that said she was the devil's best-trained succubus. Both walked next to him completely naked, as if they were showing themselves off as this man's trophies.

Laura's eyes were fixed: "Who the fuck is that, and how can I get in his pants?" It was blunt, it was honest, and it kinda was pissing me off. I knew it was the nature of the school, but every guy is prone to jealousy. He seemed, however, like he was friendly enough; he humbly accepted Laura's invitation to join us at our table. His lady friends, at this time, went away. What they went to do was only a guess to me, but it was probably pretty obvious to anyone that saw them walking together. Apparently, this guy wanted sometime off of from his female attention.

He probably felt that way for the few seconds between releasing his trophy friends and introducing himself to my new friend. "Good morning." He spoke very well, "To what do I owe the honor of the attentions of such a fine young lady? My name is Joel, might I ask yours?"

"Laura." She blushed. She wasn't nervous, no, she knew what she was doing. I respected her for the way she reeled in this expert player. She didn't have to try to hard, however, as it seemed my attractive friend had attracted another friend today.

Not to be ignored, I introduced myself. Joel and I exchanged greetings, shook hands, and began conversation. He was extremely polite, and very suave. His voice had the flare of the Romance languages; a voice that broke hearts...and ruined panties. He, now identified as my most formidable foe, had just earned himself a rival. We exchanged a glance that solidified this, and the game was on.

"Laura," he cooed, "I was just about to return to my room to relax a little before class. Would you like to join me?"

"Well..." she paused, not wanting to be rude and leave me behind, but a nod from me gave her the go-head. Who was I to tell her no? "I'd love to," she finished. With that, Joel had won the first battle. From all I had seen of him so far I already knew that my opponent had far more experience than I, but I was always looking forward to a challenge. Just like that he had already won the first battle. As I wondered which of his two trophy women he preferred, Laura ran back to me, and slipped a paper with her cell phone number on top and a room number underneath. With a wink, she was off. Maybe this battle was undecided.



Sorry for this dry part, but I feel it was necessary plot line. I'll never leave a chapter without any sex at all, so I'll finish this chapter in another post, I just want to get this out there so I don't lose it. It will still be the same chapter, and I promise to make up for the lack of sex in this part.

 

Chapter Eight Part II:

Laura was gone for now, but I wasn't worried. As I looked around I saw so many other women fresh for picking that getting laid was, for once, the last of my concerns (though forever a high priority). Instead I turned the target of my affections to finding out which woman I can, in turn, steal from Joel. Seeing as I currently knew nothing about him, and the two beautiful girls he walked in with were off on their own escapades, I had very little to start off on. With the whole summer ahead of me I had time to spare.

I wandered around for a little while before my time began to run short, and I decided it was probably best to head off to my next class. My schedule directed me to a class labeled History 101. This time I wasn't the first to walk into the class, so I didn't get the time to socialize with the teacher, which was perfectly fine for me, especially considering that this one was a man. He stood about my height with nicely trimmed black hair and a goatee. He seemed like a man who was reserved, but just so in the way that would drive women crazy. Apparently, if you're gonna teach about sex in this school, you had to be good at it.

I found a seat on chairs similar to those in my previous class. I surmised that most of the lecture halls were furnished this way. Lucky, the inflow of students lead me to sit on the end of a row, next to a girl worth staring at. Goddamn, I thought, did this school ever run out of beautiful people? She was a shapely woman in petite form. It almost looked some deity took a normal size woman and shrunk her proportionately. She had great hips, and nice B cups, but stood only about 5'1". She had black hair cropped at her shoulders, blue eyes, and lips that came together in a thin pink line on her face.

Class began, and the teacher, who asked us only to refer to him as Mike, started lecturing on class procedure. It seemed that, apart from the occasional group project, that this class was actually going to be a class about the history of sex in world culture. Well, I wasn't going to wait for the class demonstrations. Remember how I told you of my nerdy exterior? Well it had somewhat of an intellect to match. I was confident in my abilities to handle a class I wasn't paying attention in. Besides, it was only rules and regulations bullshit.

I leaned over and made my move. "I don't know about you, but I never actually thought this school was for teaching anything." She giggled at my remark that really wasn't that funny. It was an obvious sign; I was in.

"I've been having too much fun to actually sit through a class. You too, huh?" She spoke in a low, mellow tone that was almost sexy, even if it wasn't trying to be. It was efficient, though. Even though we had a spot in the back of the room, we still wanted to be relatively quiet.

"Yeah. God only knows how I could survive learning after they've basically told us we're here to fuck." My forward language set a spark in her eye.

"My name's Kait." I guess this was the time for introductions.

"Arron"

"Do you wanna hang out with me for this period? Maybe we can make our own fun."

"You know, that sounds like a pretty good idea."

"Here, switch spots with me. I want you to meet my friend." How I missed her friend was beyond me. She had a similar body shape to Kait, but her breasts were at least twice as big. Her hips were also nicely carved out from her stomach. She had the perfect olive skin, green eyes, and brown hair. "Her name's Nina; we actually came from the same school."

"Hey Arron, you think you can keep us entertained? This class seems pretty boring; you'll have to try pretty hard."

"Did you ladies have anything in mind?" I was interested now. Two ladies meant twice the fun, of course.

"Well..." it was Kait's turn to be forward, "we might want to suck your cock." Unrealistic, sure, but what else have I come to expect from this school? I pulled down my sweatpants and they set themselves to work. Kait started our fun and started licking the tip of my sleeping penis. Waking from its afternoon nap, as my penis grew it got the attention of Nina's hungry lips, and she engulfed the head as Kait moved her tongue up and down the shaft. Having already had sex that day, I realized it would take a little more than this to actually start feeling good. I needed a stimulus; something to get me in the mindset to fuck. I couldn't just spectate; I needed to participate.

I started giving orders to the girls so enraptured by my shaft. "Kait, I wanna finger your pussy. Nina, I can tell you know what you're doing so keep going for now. If you're good I'll pleasure you too." They seemed to like taking orders and as Kait spread her legs (in those easy-access pants) revealing a neatly-trimmed snatch, Nina took my full length to the back of her throat. I was distracted, but only for a moment, and my fingers soon found Kait's hunny pot and went to work. She bit her lip as her pussy started moistening with anticipation of the sex that just wasn't gonna happen. She would have to make due with this. The desks in front of us blocked the teacher's view, and the others in our row obviously didn't mind. Even some of them had the idea we did. Some guys had their dick in their hands while others were more fortunate to have a girl hold it for them, but this was only a uncommon sight. I guess some people actually wanted to pay attention.

As for my two beauties, Kait was squeaking out moans of pleasure while Nina played with my balls, all the while bobbing her head up and down my length with her tongue licking around the head with every pass. I couldn't take anymore of Nina's special attention, and I blew a thick load down her throat. She swallowed every drop of it. Though my fun was had, I still wanted to repay my lady friends. I asked Nina to finish off fingering Kait while I gave her the special pleasure she had earned. Ducking below the desk, I pulled Nina close and started lapping up the pussy juices that had begun to flow during her performance with me. She was so horny, and I could taste it in every drop. Finished with the cunnilingus foreplay, I drove my tongue as far as it could go into her mossy snatch. An audible moan escaped her lips, but the teacher either didn't notice or didn't care.

It was getting hot under that desk. Nina's crotch was radiating heat as she grew ever closer to climax from my tongue's campaign. I watched from under the desk as Nina stuck a third finger into Kait, and a thundering orgasm rolled down her body. To reward her for giving another someone an orgasm, I decided to repay her in kind. A fast hand worked under her shirt and grabbed one of her bountiful breasts; a finger played in a circle around her nipple until it was pointing out through her shirt. A second set of fingers fount her clit, and together with my tongue they pushed her over the edge.

I rose from my station under the desk just in time to hear the homework. "Pick one sex symbol from history and be able to explain how they got to be that symbol." An interesting challenge. I was hoping that in two days time we would be able to demonstrate our knowledge to the class, though somehow I doubted it would be less fun than sitting in the back with the two girls now eyeing me lustfully. Before I left the class I received for the second time today phone numbers from beautiful women. A 319 at the bottom of the paper told of their room number. Holy shit, they were roommates...

 

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Chapter 9, Time for a Chat:

As I sauntered out of the history room, I decided to set course for home. Though it was only a fleeting thought, I enjoyed the notion that I began to call this place home. I also enjoyed the fact that I was sharing a close-quarters home with one of the hottest girls I had ever seen, even if she wouldn’t sleep with me yet. As I continued down the hall I was a bit disconcerted by the lack of people in the halls, but hell, I guess right after school is the best time to rest up. Besides, some students might not even have finished classes yet. College schedules are never really uniform.

I returned up the stairs and down the hall to good ole room 208, where I again returned to find Casey in a provocative position. This time, only her breasts were showing, and, not being distracted like before, she noticed my entrance right away. Apparently still not willing to let me bask in the glory of her miraculous tits, she put on a button down shirt, but instead of a hurried cover up, she took her time and almost sensuously buttoned the shirt rather like she would do unbuttoning it. Contented with the short-but-fulfilling show, I jumped on my bed with a plop.

"Good afternoon, my dearest roommate. How has your day been?" The sarcastic tone was not lost on her.

She played along, "Oh, you know, some learning here, some fucking there. The usual. You?" She flaunted her sexuality over me, but with an air about her that could be described almost as flirtatious.

"About the same, though it wasn’t all boobies and sex for me,” I said through a chuckle.

“Oh?”

“Yeah, and I’m not just talking about homework either. It appears I have some sort of rival.” I scratched my head: “Leave it to me to make enemies on my first day of anything.”

“And who’s this rival of yours?” She sounded like she was humoring a child.

“Ahh, I don’t know,” suddenly reluctant, “I think he said his name was Joel or something.”

“Wait a second,” she grinned menacingly, “Tall? Hispanic kid? With that short curly hair?”

“Yup.” What did I get myself into? Casey’s only answer was to burst out laughing. “Hey, hey, hey,” I interrupted her good time, “what the hell is that about?”

“Joel is like the most popular guy around here. You’d have better luck trying to get a girl pregnant around here than to out-fuck him.” The look on my face remained stern. “God, you’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, I kinda am. I mean, it’s not really a hate thing; when we talked today we seemed like we could get along fine. I think he’s just looking for a challenge, and honestly, I’d love to give him one.”
“Trust me,” she said, “he’s one hell of a good fuck. God, his dick alone is…” she stopped for a second, “about 8.5 inches.” I almost watched her eyes glaze over as she remembered our first encounter. She blushed: a first I will always remember. “Well…you might at least have that going for you.” Another pause for thought, “He’s got years more experience than you, you know.”

“I like the challenge. Maybe he needs the head start.” I started to get cocky. Casey’s silence made me thought I had overstepped myself, but…

“You got balls, kid. You might be a hopeless case, I don’t know. You might have a shot…I wanna test you out…” It was my turn for an evil grin to slither across my face. “…but you gotta be more than a big dick. Come here and see if you can turn me on, without taking your clothes off. If you can manage this then I might just help you out.”

Well, it was a start at least. I sat on Casey’s bed next to her and began to make a move. I reached for her body when… “Woah, maybe you are crazy. You gotta learn to take it slow. Build up anticipation, you know? Slow down a little, hm? And watch yourself, you’re not in yet.”

I started again, this time aiming for the natural place to start. I decided for the first time since arriving at this school that I’d try a little romance. I looked her straight in the eyes…and brought her lips to meet mine. It started with a peck, then a kiss, then I began to be a little more intense. It was a steady build up, it had to be. Casey was testing my every move, but I could feel her loosen up a little, and this slowly began to be a little more than an examination. I decided that this, after all was not just a test of my kissing prowess, so I decided to turn it up a notch. Still kissing (passionately, but not forcefully), I brought her down to the bed.

After my tongue had danced with hers, I began to let my hands in on the action. Through her shirt I gingerly massaged her breasts and was rewarded when two pert nipples began to stick through the thin fabric. I again took pleasure in swiftly, with one motion, removed Casey’s entire shirt which she had been so careful to button earlier. Her glorious breasts bounced free, and with the same quickness I switched my tactics to give attention to her newly released sweater puppies. Both my fingers and tongue took delight in pleasuring her nipples and kept them standing erect, though I had a feeling they wouldn’t need my attention for much longer. The hormones surging through Casey’s body were enough to keep them standing, and the hormones would soon demand my attention.

Now Casey was lying on her bed; her breasts were supple enough to still maintain vertical form, and I marveled at just how beautiful she was. I had to follow through on my romantic approach, but even so, the time had come to spice things up. I still had no idea how far she was going to let me go, however. She had only said that this was a trial run. Deciding at last to push my luck, I leaned in for another kiss while my hand slowly snaked its way down her abdomen. As our tongues began another dance, my fingers found the rim of her panties. I knew a full-on attack was unwise, so I instead began to rub my index finger above the slit showing through her panties and marked with a slight wet stain that had shown my good progress so far. The tiniest of moans slipped past Casey’s succulent lips, and I knew that she was not a girl to give out her screams for cheap.

Ever so slowly, I slipped aside the hem of her panties that firmly shaped around the curve of her leg and hid the sweet mound that lay beneath. As that same index finger now took it’s course over bare pubic flesh, my tongue switched its barrage to her left nipple, and my other hand toyed with the other, still erect as I had predicted. Finally. Finally at long last the tip of my finger had slid inside of Casey’s glorious pussy when another noise escaped from her lips. Not a moan this time, no. This time it was words, though broken by her shortness of breath: “That’s enough, Aaron. We got a deal.”

 

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