Always Help Your Friends

This is not a story about me, but it is a true story. That is all I can tell you about this, without revealing the real people. Names have been changed, but everything else is as real as I remember it. In this story the "I" refers to a guy, thus proving once again, this story is not about me!

I don't know who said it, but college really is a strange place. Some say that college is a place where people find themselves. Others say it is where you meet the few special people that you will take with you for the rest of your life. Whatever the case, it was where six outcasts found each other.

We attended Amherst College, a small liberal arts school in Massachusetts. You may have heard of it. Anyway, Amherst is a very preppy type of school where most people wear J. Crew, Abercrombie and Fitch, L.L. Bean and other designer brands. The six of us however were the group that didn't. We weren't rich, trendy, or social climbers. We were true outcasts.

A chance meeting found us together playing poker in one of the rooms. But let me give you a quick run down on the group first. Mike W, a large black man who was a bit clumsy and naïve. He had never tasted beer in his life before coming to college. Mike B., a eccentric little guy who always had a sharp-tongued wit. Jason S, the man I had huge respect for and was my best friend. He was nothing short of a scientific genius. He went on to triple major in three sciences and currently is in the Harvard MD-PHD program. Mary D. was a sweet punkish red headed girl with a slight affinity for drugs and alcohol. She was pierced on her tongue, navel, ear, and clitoris. Lisa was a strange brunette. She was always nervous around people, and nobody could figure out why. And of course, there was me.

There are many stories I could tell, but this one is a special one. We had all been friends for about a month and we decided to have a Rum night. Basically , we each put in 10 dollars and we bought as much rum as we could get. We also bought some weed for later in the evening. Unfortunately we didn't have a bong, but Jason fashioned one out of an old water bottle. Didn't I tell you he was a genius?

After several drinks and hits the group started getting ugly with each other. This almost always happened. Matt B stormed away as he wanted nothing to do with us that night. Jason left to work on a lab report he had to turn in. Mike W. and Mary went to buy some more cigarettes. This left me in the room alone with Lisa. Lisa was an exquisite creature. With dark brown hair down to her shoulders with only 105 lbs a 5'3'' frame, and she was in bad shape. She had consumed 4 shots of rum and 3 puffs, about as much as the more heavily built Mary. She had been sitting on a chair, but she had slipped off. I lifted her and carried her to the bed to make her more comfortable.

Once on the bed, she said she was too hot. Without a single thought she lifted her red sweater off to reveal two of the most beautiful breasts hidden by a bra. I was now sitting on the bed with her head on my lap. After a few minutes she again complained about heat and stood up, "Please, help me take off my pants" This took a little doing as they were skin tight, but I got them off her. Within a few minutes she was completely nude and sitting on my lap. "Dean", she said, "Please lick my nipples. Nobody has ever done that to me before". I knew I probably shouldn't have, but with such a magnificent creature on your lap, you don't say no.

She exclaimed as my tongue jetted around her lavish mounds and explored her mummeries. Within seconds she was guiding my head down to her vagina. "Please Dean…." she screamed as I licked, nipped, and pulled on her clitoris. Finally with a hearty scream, she came all over my face. By this time, my dick was struggling against the confines of my jeans and I pulled him out. All 10 of my inches were upright and needed servicing. She took me a little at a time, getting used to it. Then she slowly lowered herself down. Her mouth engulfed him and he was not even all the way in! Finally with a mammoth push, the last inch found its way into her mouth, and she started groaning deep in her throat. Not a little whimper but a full articulate glass shattering groan.

Within a few minutes, gallons of hot sticky cum were flooding into her mouth. The cum started dripping out on the sheets of Mary's bed. "Dean, please fuck me," she slurred. "No, babe. Not while you are like this. I will when you have regained your senses." With that I kissed her mouth and helped her back into her clothes. I then sat in the chair by the window, concealed by the darkness. I sat there to make sure that Lisa got home safe, when she was ready to go.

Mary came in a few minutes later without Mike W. Without noticing me, she stripped down to her panties and bra, and got into bed with the drunk and stoned Mandy. She kissed Mandy's mouth and suddenly looked around.

To be continued...