LIZZIE
I wiped my tearful eyes as the bus pulled away from the dorms and I settled in for the ride back to my family home. I was already missing my new boyfriend terribly, but was looking forward to seeing my big brother Ray in just a few hours. I observed with a detached amusement how my heart both sank and fluttered at the same time due to these conflicting feelings. Resolved to think positively, I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and tilted my head up to the sunlight streaming in the bus window.
My head shook in amazement as I thought back over the events of the past couple of months. I met my boyfriend (it was still astonishing to even think the words “my boyfriend”) on my first day in the dorms, and his similarity in temperament to my brother Ray was part of what made me let my guard down and get close to him. For weeks we had just hung out and talked and watched movies together in my room, snuggling in front of the TV just as I’d done with Ray for years growing up.
But then I finally discovered that I’d ‘caught feelings’ for the guy, and that he’d been quietly lusting for me (or at least, aroused by our close contact) for nearly the entire time. But he’d never pressed the issue. I suppose some people would judge that as an absence of ambition or confidence, but I found it gentlemanly. He’d never had a real relationship either, and that fact that we sort of stumbled into one together made for a sweet story, I thought.
I blushed as I thought of how our first kisses had quickly evolved into nudity, group masturbation, and getting my pussy eaten out, all over the course of just a few days. It had taken an awfully long time to find someone to share such intimacy with me, but once the sharing started, it had progressed at an incredible rate.
I knew I was fairly attractive, having drawn the gaze of boys and men alike since early adolescence. But my younger (and admittedly hotter) sisters had drawn all the real attention throughout high school. The nights they were out on dates with boys, I was usually home alone, studying or playing video games… or snuggling in front of a movie with Ray.
Something in the back of my mind nagged at me when I thought about my new boyfriend (MY boyfriend!) and Ray at the same time. It had started back in the dorm cafeteria when I was talking about my trip home. I supposed they looked vaguely similar… both about an inch taller than me, with sandy brown hair and lean frames. But something in my boyfriend’s eyes made my heart flutter when he looked at me, and the way he smelled made me tingle in all the right places. Especially the way his cum smelled, and the feel of his cock in my hand-
I wonder if their cocks both look the same a deep, carnal voice said in the back of my head. I startled at this thought, a little grossed out and troubled by the tingle I felt in my loins. Obviously these two guys held entirely different and firmly separated roles in my life. I was just too horny from the last few weeks, and my newly-found libido was overflowing into my other thoughts.
Like, the other day in physics class, I’d even found myself staring dreamily at a video clip they were showing of some recent rocket launch, especially after the narration said something about the glistening phallic object ‘penetrating the atmosphere.’ I hadn’t experienced any penetration (by a penis, anyway) in the dorms, and my boyfriend (boyfriend! EEE!) had been super sweet about my reluctance to take our physicality to that level. He claimed to be much more interested in my physical pleasure over his, and seemed entirely content from orgasming with the help of my hands, toes, or my belly.
Just thinking back to the sensation of his slippery hard cock, thrusting against my wet belly and squirting cum all over my chest… my pussy began to heat up and I found myself squirming against the bus seat. Okay, enough of that, I thought to myself. You’re going to get yourself all worked up and wet and smelling like sex when you go to hug your brother. I felt another tingle at that thought and frowned in worry.
I pulled a book from my backpack and distracted myself with a story about a former Army MP, wandering the country and beating up bad guys. I lost myself in the story and a few hours later I was home.
I got out of the Uber I had called from the bus station and practically flew up the walkway from the street to the front door. Ray was standing in the doorway, leaning on the door jamb with his arms crossed and a smirk on his handsome face. I dropped my backpack on the porch as I jumped toward him. Ray uncrossed his arms just in time to catch me and wrap me in a tight hug.
“Hey, kiddo,” Ray said warmly as laid my head on his shoulder. I breathed deeply and ignored the voice in the back of my head comparing how he smelled to another certain someone. I pushed all troubling thoughts from my head and turned my head to beam up at him.
“Hi, 1xbet yeni giriş doofus,” I replied, smiling at my beloved brother and tightening our hug.
Ray let me go and leaned a little bit past me and to my right, and for one confusing second I didn’t know what he was doing. My little voice had some ideas, but I shut them out. Turns out he was leaning out to give my backpack a light kick, sending it tumbling down the front steps.
“Don’t forget your bag, nerd!” he called whimsically, then darted inside the house before I could punch him. Still smiling, I retrieved my backpack and went inside.
The house was busy and getting louder by the minute. A gaggle of relatives had descended on the town for my great-aunt’s funeral, and we were hosting several of them at our house. My mother’s family was Italian, and they all seemed to be constantly talking. Since the dead aunt was on my mother’s side of the family, it was mostly her relatives that were in town and staying with us. I kicked off my shoes, dropped my backpack in the entryway, and walked down the hall and into the kitchen, only to interrupt a low-level argument between my mother and one of her cousins. Mom stopped her squabbling mid-sentence to turn and greet me, tears instantly in her eyes.
“My BABY!” she exclaimed and grabbed me in another tight hug. There was a rare moment of silence from her as she held me, then I was released and mom’s mouth started up again at full speed. She was complaining about all the hassle of hosting family in the house (right in front of her visiting cousin, I noticed amusedly) and trying to cook for so many, and how the airlines had lost her sister’s bag, and… I lost track after a minute or so, but nodded my head politely at the right intervals as I stepped around the kitchen and took samples from the half-dozen pots she had bubbling on the stove. Then something caught my ear and I looked up at her.
“What was that?” I asked.
“I said, you’re in your brother’s room tonight and cousin Patty is in your room. It’s closer to the bathroom, and Patty’s leg is bothering her. Plus you have that nice low bed she can get out of easier, and…”
I tuned her out and felt another pair of conflicting emotions. The last couple months at college had been the longest time I’d gone without sleeping in my bed (under my Tom Cruise poster), and I had been looking forward to spending some time back in my room. On the other hand, I’d missed my brother even more. And he had a nice big TV in his room where we could hang out and watch a movie after catching each other up on our lives.
In the end, it was no contest. Before I got back on the bus on Sunday, I would be happy to spend all the time I could with my brother. …and in his bed, the dirty voice in my head chuckled. I shook my head and pushed the thought away again. I smiled at my mother and told her it was no problem. She was already off on another subject, and hardly noticed when I stepped out of the kitchen. I grabbed my backpack from the entryway and headed upstairs to change.
I was pretty bundled up from the bus ride, and I felt like taking off a layer or two of clothes, now that I was in a house running warm from all the extra bodies inside and moving around. I stepped inside Ray’s room and tossed my backpack on the bed. I pulled off the sweater I was wearing, leaving me in my Ben Folds tshirt. I debated changing from my jeans to a pair of shorts, but decided against it. There were a couple of step-uncles in the house that I didn’t need leering at me.
But I did reach down and pull off my socks before stuffing them and my sweater in my backpack. Since discovering my boyfriend’s adoration for my bare feet, I’d been wearing sandals (or nothing at all) on my feet for the past couple weeks, though I hadn’t wanted to do so on a public bus. Now, safe inside my family home, my toes were feeling suffocated behind the soft cotton. I wiggled my bare toes against the carpet and relished the sensation. Not nearly as nice as how they felt inside a certain someone’s mouth, but still pretty nice.
I had an idea, and pulled my phone from my back pocket. I left Ray’s room and walked down the hall to my own. Cousin Patty hadn’t taken up residence in it yet, so I walked in and flounced onto my bed. It had been months since I’d laid in it, and I closed my eyes and basked in the scent and softness of my bedspread. Then I rolled on my back, stuck my bare feet in the air, and snapped a photo of them with my phone. I texted it to my boyfriend and giggled, imagining his reaction.
Then I remembered the ‘club meeting’ I’d set up between him and Jackie for while I was away. I felt a twinge of worry, putting my new boyfriend into a sexual situation with another woman in my absence. But he had proved 100% trustworthy so far, and he’d reacted with the perfect amount of trepidation and concern when I told him about my… their plans for the weekend.
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BACK AT THE DORMS
I was eating dinner at the cafeteria, scrolling through Reddit on my phone and trying not to miss Lizzie, when Jackie appeared before me.
“Guten abend!” she said cheerfully. Jackie was taking a German class and trying to practice the basic stuff whenever she could.
“Bonsoir,” I replied in the wrong language, trying at least to keep the multilingual theme going.
Jackie beamed at me and said “points for effort, anyway. Are you missing Lizzie terribly so far?” I rolled my eyes and grimaced at her.
“Well, trying not to,” I replied glumly. “But you’re making it hard.”
Jackie’s eyes twinkled and I knew she was ready to make a joke about ‘making it hard,’ but she seemed to resist the urge and simply smirked and sat down across from me. Jackie put a comforting look on her face and said softly “I get it.”
Then her expression brightened and Jackie chirped “I can hang out tonight, if you like. Keep you from being all alone in your empty room, at least!” My roommate had not returned from his weekend trip last week, and there had been no word from him. He had not been doing especially well in his classes, and I’d overheard him once or twice muttering about taking a semester off when talking on his phone.
Jackie hadn’t said anything about a ‘club meeting’ or anything, but I felt a pang of nervousness (and excitement) at the idea, regardless.
I gave her a casual smile and told her that sounded great. Jackie grinned in delight and bounced a little in her seat, always sparkling with energy.
“Awesome, sounds fun!” she said. “I miss Lizzie already too. And I hope it isn’t too hard…” Jackie wiggled an eyebrow and finished “…yet.”
There it was. I smiled and rolled my eyes at her and tried not to blush. We chatted and joked and kept the conversation innocent as we ate. Though, as she got up from the table when we finished our meal, I glanced at her butt when she turned away from me, and was pretty certain she wasn’t wearing any underwear.
I walked her back to the dorms, then separated as I needed to pick up some laundry in the basement. We made plans to meet in my room at 8pm. I directed her to pick a DVD from her collection or else something from her Netflix queue, and she assigned me the task of shoving some of my missing roommate’s stuff out of the way. He was a bit of a slob, though I usually kept my half of the room fairly neat. At one point I wished for a snow shovel, but I eventually got all the clutter looking tidier and mostly out of sight. Then I sat down to wait for Jackie, and think about my current circumstances.
It felt like I was falling in love with Lizzie. I had no other experiences yet to compare it to. I’d had a few intense crushes on girls in high school, but none of those girls ever had feelings for me. Except maybe in the nightly fantasies I’d spin out in my head as I masturbated silently (I shared a room with my sister Jeanie growing up).
But never for real. Maybe that’s what love felt like — two people with intense crushes on each other. But also really good friends. It seems like the theme of so many romantic comedies, even going back to Jane Austen and Shakespeare, was two people getting super hot for each other, but not yet knowing or trusting each other enough yet. Hijinks ensue.
Lizzie and I had laid down a pretty solid foundation of friendship in the weeks before our first kiss, or before either of us had any reason to expect one. So that’s what I had — a fierce crush on a girl who liked me back, maybe just as much, plus we were good friends to boot. This might qualify as love. I lay back on the bed and basked in the euphoria of the last week. Lizzie was the best thing to ever happen to me.
But then I frowned. Was it right to have Jackie bounce into my room tonight and have orgasms in front of each other? Maybe strip down to fully naked and even cum on her again, as 50% of our club meetings so far had gone down? Did that violate my relationship with Lizzie?
I shook my head. Inviting Jackie in to our sexual lives (limited as they were), was entirely Lizzie’s idea, asking Jackie to ‘start another club’ right there in her room last week. And Lizzie said at the bus stop that she told Jackie to have a meeting with me while she was gone. I smiled, picturing Lizzie in my head, smirking at me and saying “How could I be more clear? Get me some crayons and I’ll draw you a map.”
The voice of my libido piped up and suggested that Lizzie might even take offense if we failed to enjoy ourselves in her absence. She basically made a request to both of us, and denying her request… well, that wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me, would it?
Oh, sex drive, I thought to myself. You’re the driver of all human behavior for a reason, aren’t you. I felt 1xbet giriş a little better about my upcoming evening, and suspected that all my reservations would melt away in direct proportion to the hardening of my cock that Jackie would soon inspire.
My perspective had adjusted just in time, as Jackie then knocked at my door.
She waited a polite second-and-a-half after knocking and then threw open my door and bounding into my room, a tan and barefoot beauty that exuded energy from every inch of her body. All of which I was ready to explore. Visually, anyway, Lizzie had said ‘no touching.’ Except “maybe her feet” my libidinal voice reminded me.
I looked down at Jackie’s feet as I waved hello to her. She was standing up on the balls of her feet in exuberance, her tanned, unpainted toes splayed on the carpet.
“Nice to see you again,” I said with full sincerity, “it’s been a long time,” I finished with a grin.
“TOO long,” Jackie agreed, and jumped onto the bed next to me. “Hey, I brought a movie!”
She showed me the DVD case in her hand. It was some Jane Austen thing, with a few people on the cover wearing Victorian costumes and holding parasols and whatnot. I groaned.
“Oh, you’ll love it, I’m pretty confident,” Jackie purred, her eyes twinkling at me.
I rolled mine and sighed.
“But let’s chat for a while first. How’re you holding up?” Jackie asked, her voice turning sympathetic.
“Oh, I’m all right,” I reassured her. “But I could do with a distraction…” I glanced down at the DVD case “…I guess.”
Jackie giggled and tossed the DVD case on a nearby table.
“You’ll be fine. If it puts you to sleep, that will just make the weekend go by that much faster. But I bet you’ll stay…up,” Jackie joked with a sly grin. Then we talked more innocently about our classes (Jackie’s German class was wunderbar), dorm gossip (two girls from 408 and 416 were reportedly sleeping together), and whether she’d heard if my roommate was ever coming back (not yet).
While we chatted, I stole glances at her body. Jackie was wearing baggy pink flannel shorts and a dark green t-shirt. Her long dark hair was tied back in a tight braid that she pulled over her shoulder to her chest and toyed with absently as we talked. The end, tied in a satiny blue scrunchie, brushed back and forth over the curve her left breast made in her t-shirt. I took in the sight of the smooth glowing skin on her toned legs, and the way she delicately licked her lips when she was thinking. Her smile was wide and it seemed like you could see every tooth in her head when she really beamed at you. Her little button nose scrunched up when she laughed, framed by deep dimples in her cheeks.
Jackie was becoming a good friend, and I appreciated that she made time to distract me from missing Lizzie. I thanked her sincerely, and she blushed a little.
“It’s my pleasure, really,” she replied, “…and hopefully yours as well,” she said a little more devilishly as she reached for the DVD. I didn’t understand why she was so flirty about the movie. Maybe her plan was to put me to sleep and molest my body while I was paralyzed by boredom.
Jackie bounced off the bed and skipped to my DVD player. I grabbed the remote as she bounced back into bed to snuggle up against me. Jackie cuddled up on my left, which I rather appreciated since Lizzie always wrapped herself around my right. All the better to keep things compartmentalized, I supposed.
The DVD player began its soft whir, and the movie began. And then the tone of the evening immediately changed dramatically.
LIZZIE
Dinner was a bit of a blur. A loud blur. A table full of my mother’s family shook as they bustled and passed food around and spoke over each other in a constant babble. Ray and my father and I were all seated together at one end of the table, and we all smiled at each other through the din. Ray and I took after my father and his Scandinavian heritage, and were much more soft-spoken than the rest of the family.
After dinner was a lot of sitting around and talking and playing games with our visitors, but finally we all started to head for bed. I followed Ray upstairs to his room to grab my backpack. I took it into the bathroom and brushed my teeth and changed into a pair of sleep shorts and my purple tank-top. Looking at myself in the mirror, I was reminded of my day at the mall with my boyfriend and our activities thereafter, as the tank-top had lain on the floor near a chair in his room. I watched my nipples harden through the tanktop as I thought back on how he’d made me feel.
Better dial it back there, I thought to myself. Not having any fun like that for another couple of days, at best. I walked back to Ray’s room, to see him sprawled on the bed, also having changed his clothes. Ray was wearing a white tshirt and a pair of thick sweatpants that I immediately recognized.
“Hey, it’s your snuggle pants!” I announced. Ray always wore the same set of sweatpants when we watched a movie together. He grinned and nodded, with a hint of embarrassment on his face. I closed the door behind me, turned off the lights, and crawled into his bed.