The Sorority Girl Next Door by Seldom seldomlasts@yahoo.com Meeting the girl up the street again, a few years later. Lots of sex. ***** AUTHOR'S CORNER ***** I couldn't do it, could I? I just couldn't leave Lexi alone. I hope you like the spunky amazon as much as I do, and enjoy her second story. For those in high school, or otherwise unfamiliar with the term, big sister/little sister is a pairing of an upper classwoman with a lower classwoman to guide her through the school and sorority, helping her socially and academically. Finally, this is pretty clearly a fantasy, so anyone writing to tell me that sororities are not lust-dens of bisexual sin is wasting their valuable carpal tunnel minutes. * * * * * College job fairs aren't my favorite things to do as a recruiter for Merrill Lynch's IT department, but they have their benefits. Such as walking through campuses and eyeing the beautiful, fresh-faced young girls and fondly remembering my school days a few short years ago. Unfortunately few of those beautiful young women go to the engineering job fairs, so I have to settle for ogling them during my lunch breaks or going to and from my company logo-festooned car. Mostly I get to talk to pasty, overfed computer science majors or overly muscled business major athletes who have trouble putting their baseball caps on the right way, and get a huge kick out of pointing out my name tag, saying "Dick," and snickering. It never gets old, I tell you. It's a generalization, I know, and I've come across athletic computer scientists, socially inept business majors, and the occasional hot and/or large-breasted engineer, but for the most part the stereotypes hold true, and my job is to pretend I want these brats working for the same company I do. Maybe I'm getting a little burned out on the whole recruitment thing. Shawn and I packed up our booth at the Syracuse University job expo or fair or whatever they were calling it this year and managed to fit everything into the car. "Hey, I need a drink. Think we can score with a sorority girl or two tonight if we pretend we're important?" Shawn laughed at his own joke and started shifting his bulk into the driver's seat. He had slept with a gorgeous sorority girl after an expo a few months ago, and never let me forget that he was winning, 1-0, in a game I didn't want to play. I didn't have the heart or energy to tell him the game made him a sad, pathetic creep. "Not today, Shawn," I told him, tossing my briefcase in the car. "Drink a couple for me." He stopped halfway into his seat. "What, you got a hot date or something?" he asked with a superior smirk. I shook my head. "Just visiting an old friend, is all. See you back at the hotel." I strolled along the campus thoroughfares until I found what I was looking for, an old, distinguished-looking brick building with the Greek letters Pi Beta Phi over the door. I wasn't familiar with this sorority, but it seemed nice enough. I walked up and rang the bell. A cheerful, gorgeous blonde in a spandex aerobics suit answered the door after a few moments. "Hi! Can I help you?" she asked brightly, looking me up and down and deciding I was suitably respectable. Maybe she thought I was from the university administration. "Hi, I'm Rich, I mean Richard," I said, smiling, and held out my hand. She shook it and looked at me quizzically. "Actually, I'm looking for Lexi. Is she here?" She scrunched up her face cutely and bit her lip. "Hmm, Lexi, she would be, what, a junior, right?" A drop of sweat collected by her ear before she casually brushed it away, pulling her hair back with it. Practiced seduction. I grinned inwardly. "Yeah, I think that's about right, a junior now. I'm an old friend. Do you know where I can find her?" Oops, mistake. Apparently being an old friend sent up stalker flags. The cute girl act vanished, replaced by hard eyes and a definitively false smile. "Sorry, I don't know where she is," the girl said tightly and started to close the door. "Wait a second, please," I said, but didn't move. I didn't think of myself as particularly threatening, being hardly an inch or two taller than the girl in the doorway, but I didn't want to startle her and lose an opportunity. It worked. The door stopped closing and she looked at me expectantly. I put on my best apologetic face. "I really am a friend, we just sort of lost contact after a while, and I wanted to drop in on her since I was visiting the campus for work. Do you think I could just leave my number?" The girl's face softened a little. She wanted to believe me. "Sure," she started to say when a voice yelled from the front stairs. "Rich!" Lexi squealed and came bounding down the stairs. She barely avoided the girl in the door and barreled onto the porch. I was half-afraid she'd flatten me with an enthusiastic tackle, but she stopped in time and grabbed me in a huge, tight bear-hug. "Lexi...hi...can't...breathe..." I croaked into her beefy shoulder. She squeezed tighter and easily lifted me off the porch. I hugged her, my hands not able to reach across her broad back. I settled for patting the large muscle groups below her shoulders and suffered her well-meant affections. She eventually put me down and just rested a huge arm across my shoulders, occasionally giving my opposite shoulder a friendly squeeze. "Allison, this is Rich, one of my best friends from home!" she told the spandex girl in the entrance. I smiled at Allison. "Hello again." The cute blonde giggled. "You survived a Lexi hug. Congratulations." She gave me a flirty wink and disappeared inside. Lexi continued clinging to my shoulders, which was fine by me. She was a hell of a lot bigger than the last time I saw her, in all dimensions, and just as beautiful. "Hey kiddo," I said quietly, looking up into her happy, soft brown eyes. She pulled me closer, squashing a prodigious breast against my arm. "Rich, I can't believe it, it's been such a long time! I'm so happy to see you!" A tear started to form. I reached up and wiped it away. "Same here, babe, same here." She moved her huge paw to my hand and gripped me as she turned to the door, as if afraid if she let me go I'd disappear. "Come in!" she invited, as if I had a choice against her gentle tug. Lexi didn't let go of my hand until she had me seated in one of the living room couches. Without taking her eyes off me she settled into the opposite couch, her bulk taking up much more than half the two-seater. "College life's been good to you, eh kiddo?" I asked, looking around the well-appointed sorority room. My eyes came back to the beautiful giant. "You look great, babe, just fantastic." She blushed and tried to hide behind long bangs. "Thanks," she said softly. "God, Rich, it's been so long since I've heard from you. I thought you were mad at me. Are you?" she asked hesitantly. I laughed and shook my head. "Of course not! Why would I be mad?" Lexi bit her plump lip and looked down. "Because, you know. I'm really sorry." "Hey," I said softly and waited until she looked at me again. "I didn't come here to talk about that, or to make you feel bad. I just came because I was at the school and wanted to see you." She smiled tentatively. "Yeah? You're not mad at me? You promise?" I laughed. "I promise. Do you have plans or can I take you to dinner?" She squealed. "Really? Of course you can! Oh my God, let me put something on! You're all handsome and dressed up and I'm a mess!" I chuckled as she got up and ran for the stairs. A second later she popped back in the room. "You're not going anywhere, right? Stay there!" She bounded up the stairs, her heavy footfalls shaking the house. "Wow! I haven't seen Lexi that excited since, like, ever!" Allison, the spandex-clad blonde, burst into the room and plopped her sexy ass next to me. She snuggled up to me and in a low, conspiratorial voice asked, "So, you're old friends, huh? Like, friends friends, or, like, you know, frieeeends?" She winked. A moment later her eyes widened. "Oh wow, wait, are you THE Rich?" Laughing, I shook my head. "You must be the house gossip, right?" She pouted in a way that made lesser men roll over and beg, I'm sure. "Oh, come on, you can tell me! We're, like, bestest friends, she's my big sister!" I took her hand off my shoulder and gently pushed her away. "Then I'll let her tell you," I said. She stuck her tongue out, undeterred by my resistance. "You totally have a history, otherwise you'd say no! Hah, I knew it! You ARE the Rich!" She leaned in. "I don't blame her. You're cute!" I checked my watch. "Oh, she'll be a while, she's gotta pick the perfect outfit," Allison said. Suddenly she leaned closer and tackled me, pressing her perky breasts into my chest and her lips into mine. Her little tongue flicked into my mouth. Surprised and a little pleased, I let her kiss me and maneuvered her into a better position. She moaned and wrapped her arms around me. I shifted her a little so she wasn't rubbing against my suddenly attentive soldier. "Mmm, that was nice, you're a good kisser," Allison said after she broke off and backed away. "I wish my boyfriend was as good as you. I should go help Lexi dress!" In a blur of blonde hair and tight spandex, she whirled up the stairs. I chuckled and remembered the derogatory phrase we used in college for girls like her. "Sorostitutes," I muttered fondly. Precocious and utterly unself-conscious. I liked the kid. A few girls wandered through the living room while I waited. Most passed without interest, only a few polite words of greeting and questions not backed by curiosity. In a record 20 minutes, heavy footsteps alerted me to Lexi's approach. I stood up as she entered the room. Three inch heels unnecessarily boosted her already towering height. A dark blue dress started four inches too high on her thighs, exposing a vast amount of thick, powerful muscle. The plunging neckline revealed cleavage even more enormous than I remembered, and the short sleeves did nothing to hide her massively muscular arms. Thick tresses of shimmering black hair fell over her shoulders and framed a beautiful dark-eyed face enhanced by subtle, expertly applied makeup. She looked amazing. "You look amazing," I blurted. Lexi blushed prettily. "Thanks," she said. Blonde-topped spandex pushed past her. "So, did Allison kiss you yet?" Lexi asked with a mischievous smile. Allison blushed. "Hey!" she said indignantly and stormed out of the room. "A lady never asks, a gentleman never tells," I said with a smile. We both laughed. "She's a bit of a slut," Lexi said fondly. "Still, she's my little sister." "So I hear," I said. "Does she take after her big sister?" Lexi pinched me hard. "Watch it, cutie," she said. "Hey, a guy can hope, can't he?" Lexi sighed. "No, she doesn't. I tried to make her grow, but she's still thin." It was my turn to pinch her. "I like 'em a bit bigger," I said. "No kidding." Lexi giggled. It was the same giggle I remembered. "So how tall are you now?" I asked, craning to look up to her face. "I'm about six-three." She looked back at her heels. "So with these on I'm about six-six, around there." She looked back down at me in sudden concern. "Too tall? Should I take them off?" "Nooo, of course not!" I said. "You're perfect." Lexi blushed. "Actually I'm closer to six-four, but I don't tell most guys that." She giggled again. "You're so weird." "And short," I added. She poked me. "You know I like that." She leaned down and whispered in my ear, "I don't usually tell, but for some reason I think you'd get a kick out of it. I'm two hundred forty pounds." "Wow," I said, appraising her up and down again. The only fat was distributed where it should be, albeit very generously, and the rest was thick, solid muscle. "Wow," I said again. I guess we made a funny sight going to dinner, what with her towering over me by almost a foot, but I didn't care. In case you couldn't tell, I was still in love with Lexi, and just being with her and taking her out made me ecstatic. Lexi was worried about making me spend too much until I assured her that I had a real job and more than enough money to allow us to have a little fun. We had some wine with our meal, and by some wine I mean two bottles. Sorority girls can drink like champions, much more so than I ever could, especially three years out of college, and Lexi's no short skinny Barbie. She drank most of it and wasn't even tipsy to show for it, though as the dinner progressed she got more emotional. I tried to keep the conversation light and witty, but something was clearly eating her up and she was finding the courage to talk about it at the bottom of her wine bottle. After a two hour dinner in which she ate almost three times as much as me, plus dessert, then some more wine for Lexi, we left the restaurant and got into her Acura. Lexi handed me the keys and I started the car. Before I could pull out and drive her back, she put a big hand on my leg. "Rich, can we talk?" she asked in a voice entirely too small for her imposing bulk. "Sure, Lexi," I said. "What's on your mind?" She was silent for a long time. When she finally spoke, her voice had returned to its normal husky warmth. "Let's go for a walk," she said. I smiled and shook my head. Women. "All right. Show me around campus?" She nodded. Lexi pointed out various buildings and places of interest whose names left my head as quickly as they entered. My nighttime tour was a thoroughly pleasant stall tactic, especially since she used every new landmark as an excuse to hold my hand or touch my shoulder. We stopped in front of a secluded building strangely unlit and seemingly uninhabited. I could feel Lexi's hot breaths on the top of my head. She didn't seem to be in any particular rush to leave. A thick arm hesitantly reached around my waist and, when I didn't object, pulled me close to her. Large soft breasts pushed against my neck. I let her hold me as long as she wanted, delighting in her touch. "Do you have a girlfriend, Rich?" she finally asked shakily, as if she'd been silently crying and was afraid of the answer. A fat drop spilled on my head. Impressive. I hadn't felt her shudder or anything. "Nah, I'm between girlfriends at the moment. How about you?" Her strong arm squeezed me tight. "No, just Allison." I laughed and she giggled. "That's hot," I said. "I bet. Yeah, you wish," she said playfully, poking a strong finger into my side and tickling me. I felt her nose dig into the top of my head and she took a deep breath. "You smell just like I remember," she said. "It's been so long, Rich! Why are you talking to me? What are you doing here?" "What, I can't just want to see an old friend?" I asked. "Is that all?" she asked. "It's all I expected," I replied, "but it's turned out much better than I hoped." "I can't believe you're not mad." I sighed. "To be honest, I was for a while. But it was a long time ago. I'm sorry I never called." She wrapped both arms around me and hugged. I wished I could face her, but she held me firmly. I could never overpower her when she was sixteen and only five-ten, I had no hope against the giant she had become. "I'm sorry, too," she said. "For everything." I closed my eyes and leaned back into her. She was so much bigger than she had been back then, but it felt the same, leaning into her strength and feminine softness, cuddling against her big muscular frame. One of her hands reached up and cradled my cheek. She turned me to face her and leaned down, kissing me softly. I kissed her back and her lips became hungry, her clutch tighter. I felt her hard nipples dig into my chest as her tongue entered my mouth. Suddenly I was hers again, willing and pliant, ready for her to do whatever she wanted with me, caught in the same spell as years ago, but magnified by years of lost time and regrets. "Do you want to come up and have a drink with me?" she asked once she finally released me. She politely ignored my erection and allowed me to shift enough so that it wasn't digging into her thigh. "Glad to see you've graduated from keggers and stolen scotch," I teased. She giggled. "I never forgot how funny you are. You could always make me laugh," Lexi said fondly. "Nah, you're just saying that because I'm really hot." "And modest," she rejoined. "Come on, stud, let's get you drunk and stuffed." She pulled me along not entirely against my will. "Good to see that date rape is still a proud part of the Greek tradition." "Who says you're getting any?" Lexi asked with an evil grin. "You keep making fun of me, I'll make you pay." "Promise?" The subtle dance of alcohol and flirting between two people who want to sleep together but don't know how has been told many a time, so I won't bore you with the details except to say we rehashed the good times and went over all the inside jokes a couple develops. Eventually we stopped dancing and started stripping, until I came upon an obstacle of amazonian proportions. "My God, how big are they?" I asked, dumbly staring at the four thick metal clasps desperately clinging at the back of her bra. "Pretty big," she giggled. "They've grown a bit since the last time you saw them." "No shit," I mused. I fumbled with the clasps for a while. "You know, I used to think I was pretty good at this." "I remember you could do it with one hand." "Yeah, but back then you just had cantaloupes, not pumpkins," I complained. "Freaky giant-sized Halloween pumpkins, at that." "You're lucky I really want to fuck you," she growled, "or I might just smother you to death in them." "Oh hell yeah! Please?" I begged. She laughed. "Only if you're good," she said. "Want some help with that?" "No!" I said in a wounded tone. "You dare insult my manliness?" She smothered her laughter with a pillow. "Oh, no, never that!" she choked out between giggles. I finally worked her bra loose with a triumphant "Aha! I have boldly gone where many men have gone before." Lexi fell back on her bed, wrapped her long, thick legs around me, and squeezed threateningly. "Jerk. Not THAT many." I tugged at her panties. "I don't suppose these have clasps too?" I eyed the huge mountains of her naked breasts lustily. She covered her nipples with crossed arms and crushed me with her legs. "Nuh uh, none for you, bad boy," she said sternly. "No dessert until you finish your meal." I pouted and worked her panties loose. She released me long enough to pull them down over her insanely thick thighs and past the hard balls of her meaty calves. Then she grabbed the back of my head and roughly forced me into her musky palace. "Tuck in," she giggled. She writhed, moaned, bucked, and thrashed like an animal beneath me, stifling her louder orgasms with a pillow, occasionally smothering me painfully with enormous thighs that could crush my poor little skull quite easily. In short, it was just like I remembered, but even longer and more painful. And more wonderful. Her easy power was intoxicating. An eternity later I was released to blink in the bright light and breathe real air. We were both covered in sweat and breathing hard. "Oh wow, holy shit, oh wow," she repeated over and over. "Christ, Rich, you're still the goddamn best." My ego grew three sizes hearing that. "I'm glad," I said truthfully. Pleasing Lexi isn't easy and often painful, but always worth it. "I love you," she blurted out suddenly, then turned away. "I'm sorry," she mumbled. "I hope that doesn't scare you. I just always wanted to say it, and never could." "I love you too, Lexi," I said seriously. She shook her head. "You don't have to say it just because I did. I just wanted you to know, whatever happens, that I really did love you, and I still do. Whether you believe me or not." I stroked the hard muscles of her legs. "I loved you too, Lexi. I'm sorry I never said it." "I wish you had," she said. "Maybe then..." "Shh, I told you, I didn't come to talk about it," I said. She smiled. "It's so good to see you again, Rich. You're the only guy I've ever met who's not totally full of shit." I winked. "I'm full of shit, I just wipe it better." "No, you're really not," she said seriously. "There's no shit time with you. I'm so glad you're not mad at me. I know if you were you'd tell me." "I always knew my simple-mindedness was a virtue," I said. "Now do I get dessert?" "Always with the sex," she muttered in mock disgust. She pulled a condom out of her night stand. "I don't normally have these," she explained. "Allison gave them to me earlier." "I knew I liked her for more than her perfect body," I said. Lexi threw the condom at me. "Hey, be nice, she's a good girl." She smiled. "Besides, I already know you think I have a perfect body." "Oh, no contest there," I said. "Besides, if I say you're prettier, Allison can't kick my ass." I finished putting on the condom and crawled up on Lexi's aircraft carrier of a body. "Actually, she can, you old softy," Lexi whispered. "Now shut up and put it in. I've wanted this for a long time." Sex was less painful than going down on her, but not by much. Those thighs aren't just for show, I'm pretty sure she nearly busted a rib or three. It was also much more pleasurable. She could do things with her body I had only dreamed of, and several things I'd never heard of. She was so powerful it was almost comical, I might as well have been a rag doll for all the resistance I could put up. She fulfilled her promise to smother me, easily holding me in her enormous cleavage while I thrashed and begged, kicked and screamed to be released, slowly losing air until I thought she actually might let me suffocate in there. Even then my erection throbbed more powerfully than ever, that level of power was so erotic. I flopped onto her wet sheets, bruised and breathless, pushed beyond what I thought were the limits of my endurance. "I always wanted to do that," Lexi said happily, running her finger along my exhausted body. "Me too," I gasped when I could finally breathe. "Why didn't you?" she asked after a moment. "I would have let you, you know." "You were sixteen," I said. I kissed the closest sweaty breast. "It was worth the wait." "I was sixteen and stupid," Lexi said. "I said some things I didn't mean. All the bad stuff, I didn't mean those. I'm sorry." "Hey, I said some mean things too," I said. "I guess I didn't take it well." "I shouldn't have cheated on you. Or blamed you for it," she said. "You were sixteen," I repeated. "Okay, seventeen by then. But still." I kissed her sweet mouth. "I was stupid for dating someone so young." She pulled me close and snuggled me into her breasts. "Would you ever do it again?" she asked my hair. "No, sixteen's way too young," I murmured into her boobs. "Silly." She stroked my back. "I meant date me." Her hand stopped. "I live in the city," I said. "We tried the long distance thing before, remember?" "I know. But I'm more mature now, and experienced. I wouldn't cheat on you this time." I squirmed out of her embrace until I could look her eye to eye. "You really want to? You're serious?" She bit her lip. "I'd like to try," she said. "I've thought about you a lot, Rich, more than you'll know. You're my big regret." "Promise no running away with a tall handsome quarterback again?" "I'm so sorry Rich. Please don't tease me about that. I hate myself for it." I laughed. "Hey kiddo, don't hate yourself for what you did in high school. If we all did that, there wouldn't be a happy person left." I kissed her. "I'd love to give it a try," I said. "I travel a lot, and work hard, so you'll have to settle for a cell phone relationship." She nodded. "That's better than the last three years of silence. You have no idea how much I've kicked myself for what I said and did. I lost you, Rich. I don't want to lose you again." Tears started dripping from her eyes. "You're not a weak limp-dicked runt, Rich. You're so much stronger than me, you were wonderful, and I couldn't see it. I just couldn't see it." "Shh, don't cry." I pulled her to my chest and held her there while she sobbed. I'd gone through that conversation many times, as time passed and I grew more mature I sounded to myself more like a cold, unforgiving asshole. My anger and hurt cooled until all that was left was a hard, unbreakable lump of regret. Now that undigested chunk was breaking down, and it felt wonderful. "Don't cry, Lexi. I love you. I love you. We're together now." She eventually pulled back from my chest and sniffled, wiping away her tears with the backs of her hands. "Damn, I'm sorry, Rich, I'm not usually this clingy and weepy. I'm known as the fun one. Really. It's just, you're here, and all this time, and the sex, and getting back together, it's a little overwhelming." I pushed a thick lock of hair out of her eyes. "Give me some sugar, baby," I said throatily. She kissed me while giggling and sniffling all at the same time. "Oh Ash," she swooned mockingly. "Dammit, Janet, I love you," I whispered. "Oh Brad," she swooned again, this time kissing down my chest and stomach until she reached my semi-hard little Richard. "Hi Dick," she said with a giggle before enveloping him in her expert mouth. She'd picked up a few tricks over the years which she proceeded to demonstrate, much to my unadulterated pleasure. This time there was no pain added to the mix as her lips, tongue, and hand coordinated perfectly. I rubbed Lexi's powerful, thickly muscular arm. She pulled back and kissed me. "I have a present for you," she whispered. She sat up, pulling me with her, then held me cradled to her bosom like an oversized baby. She gently maneuvered me until my dick was even with her cleavage, then easily lifted me to her mouth and used her arms to pump me up and down. "Thank you," I moaned as my body went limp in her arms and my eyes glazed over. She quickly dumped me on the sheets and hungrily tore a condom wrapper off with her teeth. She applied the rubber, moved her huge powerful body over me, and enveloped me in a quick, controlled fall. She bucked up and down, back and forth, quickly and forcefully. She grabbed my shoulders. "Sorry honey, this is going to be a little rough," she growled. "I went easy on you before because it was your first time. Now it's time to FUCK." Fingers dug into my shoulders until I thought she'd snap my collarbone and her hips ground me into her mattress, lifted me up, and slammed me down again, over and over, until her bed bounced with the impact and the room shook. She rode me faster and harder, slamming the bed into the wall, vibrating the room until her alarm clock bounced off the night stand onto the floor. This only fueled her lust. Her thumbs and fingers dug into my skin, the nails dragging a bloody trail through my flesh as she screamed an orgasm, then another, slamming me faster and harder while I cried and begged her to stop, whimpering that she was going to kill me. She didn't seem to care. "Yes yes yes YES!" she screamed as she easily mangled my poor bruised body, slamming me and the bed so hard I thought the bed frame would fall apart. No such luck. She grabbed the back of my head and yanked me into her violently bouncing mammaries, the huge heavy orbs slamming repeatedly into my face. She switched from a more up and down thrust to a forward thrust, slamming her wide heavy hips against me as her breasts battered my face. Out of breath, in pain, desperate to stop, I bit her nipple. The result was electric. Instead of stopping, she threw my head back against the headboard with a loud crack and began slapping me hard, back and forth, harder and harder, until I tasted blood in my mouth and my head ached from being repeatedly slammed into the hard wood. Finally the intense friction from her tightly clamped pussy and violent thrusts gave me release and I came in a flood of ecstasy, ignorant of pain, my whole world consumed in a violent scream of pleasure coming from one or both of us. "Oh my God," Lexi gasped as she dismounted, letting my poor abused dick flop on my stomach. Every muscle on her body was etched in an extreme flex, making her appear even more huge, pumped, and dangerous than usual. Sweat poured off her giant breasts, streaming off her fat nipples in little rivulets. "Wow." She smiled in satisfaction and pulled me close to her, snuggling me into her hard, massively muscular body. Even her normally soft breasts felt hard after the pummeling they gave my face, and mounted as they were on pecs more powerful than I could imagine. "You okay, honey?" she asked when I didn't say anything, just continued gasping for breath. She cradled my face in concern, but seemed unfazed by the blood caking most of my chest and shoulders. I felt woozy and light-headed, and strangely elated. "Is it always like that?" I mumbled slowly. "Oh God, I wish. No, that was really good," Lexi said enthusiastically. "Oh good," I said in a near-hysterical whisper. "Poor baby. I play a little rough," she said sympathetically. "Just a little." I started breathing normally, finally calming down. "That was..." I searched for a word, "...intense." "Mmm, I know," she said in a dreamy voice. "Like, pretty amazing, wasn't it?" "You mind if I pass out now?" I asked. Lexi giggled. "If you want. I'd go to the bathroom and wash up if I were you. Then I can change the sheets." "Okay," I agreed woozily. She loaned me a t-shirt which fit me like a tent and pointed to the guest bathroom down the hall. Giggles erupted from every door I passed, and a few girlish catcalls. "Sounds like Lexi got laid!" someone said in a false whisper. "About fucking time!" a more toilet-mouthed girl replied loudly. I wearily glanced in the door the conversation was coming from. Four gorgeous athletically built girls were clustered on a bed, staring at me and giggling. I mustered a smile. "Evening, ladies," I said. They erupted into peals of girlish laughter. "Such a gentleman!" one of them gasped. "Yeah, my boyfriend could use some lessons from him!" another said. "What's your name, cutie?" asked a third. "Rich," I said, wiping some sweat off my brow. "Hi." "Bathroom's down the hall, Rich," the fourth girl pointed, giggling. "Enjoy your shower!" All four doubled over with laughter at that. "Wow, a nice guy, and cute too!" They started their conversation before I was even out of sight. "I wonder if he's the boy she's always pining about? The perfect one who got away?" I shook my head and smiled. Perfect indeed. Looking in the mirror, I failed to see how anyone could describe me as "cute." More like "battered beyond human recognition." I took off Lexi's t-shirt. It didn't look as bad as I had feared, just a few scratches really, a little blood but not the bloodbath it felt like at the time. I spit some blood into the sink and tenderly felt my jaw. Nothing felt broken. I guessed the intensity of the sex heightened everything. "You're fine, tough guy," a cute voice giggled from the shower. I turned around and a slender, beautiful blonde stepped out. Allison rolled her eyes. "Jesus, Lexi sure lets everyone know when she gets some. I thought she was gonna knock the house down! Good thing Mrs. Houston isn't here tonight, or she'd be in trouble!" She stepped up to me and poked at my scratches. "Oh oh, she got a little playful with you. Poor guy." She leaned in until all I could see was a mop of bright blonde hair while she tenderly kissed my wounds. This was all too weird. "Am I dreaming?" I asked as my head started to spin. Allison giggled. "If you like," she said. "I'm a nice dream, though, right?" She raised her arms and twirled, showing off her incredible body in tight jean-shorts and a tighter tank top that showed her round, perky breasts were not, in fact, supported by a bra. I didn't get to appreciate her outfit for very long, though, because she quickly stripped it off. She was beautiful beyond my creepy partner's dreams, a slender elven beauty honed by years of fanatical exercise and sports. "Come here, poor boy, and let Allison clean you up," she cooed, leading me by my pants. I didn't resist as she pulled them down. She kissed my dick on the way up and giggled. Her cute face scrunched up. "You taste like condom," she said. "We'll have to fix that." She started running the bath and invited me to sit next to her. She used a washcloth to clean my scratches while the tub filled. She was attentive, gentle, thorough, and very flirty. "Ohh, you've got a nasty bump," she said, gently poking the back of my head. "She banged you up pretty good. How's your face doing? Swelling up any?" She leaned in close, parted her gorgeous lips, and kissed me long and deep, her small tongue again exploring my mouth. "Mmm, nope, seems fine," she said after pulling away. "Just a little blood, nothing a salt water gargle won't fix." Allison got some salt water while I tried to decide if this was a good dream brought on by passing out, or if Allison was really a nymphomaniacal nurse waiting in the bathroom to heal me, and I should run away before she made me do something I'd regret. Before I could decide, she brought the salty concoction over and ordered me to gargle, spit, repeat. The bath finished filling to her satisfaction. "Didn't you say you have a boyfriend?" I finally asked as she urged me into the tub with her. "I did say that, didn't I? I lied," she said cheerfully. "What fun would a boyfriend be? Lexi's much more fun!" I coughed. "What? You mean, you and Lexi, you, um..." "Fuck? Sure! Lots of times. What are big sisters for?" "I don't get it," I mumbled. "I could have sworn Lexi just asked me out." "I know!" Allison squealed. "It's so cool! She's talked about you for, like, ages. Whenever she had a boyfriend, he could never measure up to you!" She made a playful swipe at my dick. "Except, you know, height-wise, cause you're pretty short," she said matter-of-factly. "I like you," I said frankly. "Really? Cool! I like you, too. I dunno, I guess a lot of guys don't like me cause I'm, like, too chatty, or too slutty. And I can be a bit of a ditz. Also I don't have any tact." "That's what I like." Allison smiled shyly. "Lexi's right. You're really cool," she said, like it was a sudden realization. She pulled me into the bath water and used her superb body and small hands to thoroughly wash me, cleaning the cracks you don't normally get during a shower. She dunked me to clean my hair, and when I came back up her smooth pink pretty box was in front of me. She rested my head on the bath's low seat and settled gently on my face. I brought my hands to her perfectly round, firm little buttocks and licked her fragrant place. She seemed to respond to a slow, thorough, gentle licking, so I kept a steady pace focused on her clit but straying to the labia on occasion. After a few minutes I could hear her moaning and feel her slender thighs tense up. Her orgasms weren't as numerous, intense, or loud as Lexi's, but pleasing her was very satisfying and painless. She stood up and urged me to stand with her. "Kiss me," she said. I complied. When she pulled away her little tongue flicked over my lips and nose. "I taste good," she said cheerfully. "I know." I laughed. Her small hands strayed down to my dick and gently stroked. "May I find out how you taste?" "I didn't realize you ever felt the need to ask," I said. She smiled. "Normally I don't. I just thought maybe since she wore you out, you wouldn't want to be embarrassed if you couldn't get it up." "I'll bet you're a lot kinder and more thoughtful than people give you credit for," I said. Her sparkling blue eyes shone and a broad smile spread across her face. She fluttered rapid kisses over my cheek. "That's one of the nicest things anyone's ever said to me," she said. I hugged her close and she rested her head on my shoulder. Her eyes closed and a deep, satisfied sigh joined her happy smile. She was slutty, and probably didn't get even the minimal respect she deserved from the guys she blew, when they swapped their locker room stories. But Lexi was right, she was a good kid, and I really did like her. I couldn't fault her for liking sex, or flirting, or using her gorgeous body to get what she wanted. Would any of us do differently? As far as I could tell she didn't use her body as a weapon, or hurt anyone, which was a lot more than I could say for more stuck-up, prudish women. I cradled her cheek and she nuzzled my hand. "I guess now she'll just want you," Allison whispered. Her startling blue eyes betrayed a hurt her cheery disposition covered. "I can't really satisfy Lexi cause I'm not strong enough, and she's afraid of hurting me. But we're really good together. Maybe I could join you two some time." I kissed her passionately and she melted into me. "If it's okay with Lexi, I'm fine with it any time," I said. She smiled. "I'd like that." I studied her delicate features. Her return gaze was open and unguarded. "You've been lovers for a long time, haven't you?" She nodded happily. "It hurts when she has a boyfriend, reminds you she doesn't belong to you?" Allison looked away. "You're pretty smart," she said. She looked at me again. "It hurts a little," she said bravely. "I love her. I just want her to be happy." "What about you?" I asked. "I'm easy. I'm happy when she's happy. Besides, I'm pretty cute, it's not like I have problems finding boys. Or girls, I guess." I chuckled. "I bet not. It's okay with me if you two are lovers," I said. She blinked, startled. "Really? It wouldn't make you jealous?" I shook my head. "I can't be here for Lexi, not like she deserves." She thought it over for a few minutes. "I know I seem dumb, but I'm not really stupid. I study psychology. Three-way relationships usually don't work, you know." I smiled. "I've heard that. Do you think that's a good reason not to try?" She kissed my chest. "I don't know. Do you think it's a good reason not to try blowing you?" "You're pretty quick yourself," I said. "Not that quick," she said mischievously. Her blowjob was fucking incredible. I don't even know how to describe the amazing magic she worked on little Richard. She charmed him like a snake, letting him join in the dance of her lips, tongue, and hands to create an erotic symphony in which I was just an awed spectator. Minutes later, faster than I thought possible, she was already controlling my orgasm, keeping it at bay while letting me know she could make it happen whenever she wanted. She teased me for a few more minutes before pulling back. She looked up at me from behind light blonde bangs and flicked her tongue over her lips, one of the sexiest things I've ever seen. "Do you want me to finish you like this, or would you like to fuck me?" she asked straightforwardly. "Oh God, you're amazing," I said with a shudder. "Which would you prefer?" Her eyes glistened again and a tear threatened to fall. "Nobody's ever asked me that before. I, I'd prefer to have sex, I mean, if you don't mind. I'm happy to finish you off like this if you want." I reached down and lifted her to her feet. Her blowjob had my dick so hard I could barely think straight. "I want to make you happy," I said raggedly, "but we're going to have to do it quickly." Allison giggled and hugged me. "I love you," she said. "I hope you don't think it's too early for me to say that. You're wonderful." "You're not so bad yourself, kiddo." I squeezed back. "Pretty amazing." She stepped on the bath seat and twisted to wrap one leg around my hip and pushed onto my dick. She squealed and oofed a little, twisting to move it in to a comfortable position. "You can lift me, can't you? I'm only a hundred and five pounds! Okay, you caught me, one-oh-seven, but only after a big meal!" "Sure," I said. She hopped up and wrapped her other leg around me, leaving me holding her slender weight in the air and humping her. She kissed me, her soaking blonde hair falling in sexy strands down her face. I grunted and thrust quickly, nearly insane with lust, her pussy hot and slick and tight around my dick. "Slam me into the wall," she moaned throatily. I promptly complied and she moaned ecstatically. "Yes, yes, fuck, do whatever you want, god," she chattered sexily. I lifted her a little and she helped, stretching her lithe body up until her pert breasts and little pink nipples almost reached my mouth. I tilted my head and suckled on her breasts slowly, one after another, charging her moans with ecstatic torture. Her legs tightened and she humped me rapidly, pulling me deep into her, while I pushed her against the shower wall. "God yes oh God yes say you love me just say it I don't care if you mean it just say it please," she panted. "I love you, Allison. God I love you," I groaned as I thrust deep into her and released. Her pussy clamped down and massaged my dick, milking it dry. She shuddered and collapsed onto me. I gently lowered her spasming body to the ground and steadied her. "Thank you," she said with a dreamy smile. "Next time, though, I'm going to show you what it feels like when I finish a blowjob." I chuckled. "Deal." I kissed her again. "I think I meant it." She rested her head on my shoulder. "That's good enough. I don't expect anything from you. You're everything Lexi said, only better." "If you two keep complimenting me, my head's going to float away without me," I said. Allison clutched me tightly. "You deserve it." "You were gone for a long time," Lexi said cheerfully when I returned to her room. "Usually Allison's done pretty quick." "We talked." Lexi eyed me skeptically. "You talked to Allison?" "Yeah, we had a good chat. She loves you, you know." Lexi laughed. "I know. I love her too." I shook my head. "I mean romantically. It's not just sex to her." She looked away. "Would you be mad if I said I really love her, too?" she asked quietly. "No, I was hoping so." "That must have been some chat," Lexi said. I nodded. "It wasn't nice to send me in there without warning. I was all worried about cheating on you. You two are really fucking with my head." "Aww, I know honey, I'm sorry. I'm just having a little fun with you. You were always up for fun games." Lexi bit her upper lip this time and chewed for a few moments. "I always hoped I'd see you again some day, but I never knew if I would." She stroked my cheeks and hair and nestled me against her breasts. "Sleep now, my love," she whispered. "Tomorrow's an early day." * * * * * Lexi dropped me off at my hotel the next morning after lovemaking and a shower. She went easy on me that time. Shawn raised his eyebrows. "Out all night, all right man! I guess your old friend turned into a hot date after all. Did you score? Is she hot?" "Honestly, Shawn, not everything is about sex. And no, I didn't score. There was nothing to score." "Heh, that sucks man. You should have come out with me last night. I could have used my wingman! I almost scored with these two major-league hotties, animal development or cuticle psychology or something like that, I bet if you had been there we could have clinched it!" "Bummer, Shawn. Maybe next time." 2-1, you asshole. And I'm not even playing.