Four Friends Ch 08 End Of Semester

"So, figured out what you're doing this fall?"

Izzy was out teaching the night Katie came back. Tired from travel, happy to be among friends, we caught up had a drink.

"I have an offer here, another down south. I love it here, but not sure I should stick with the same old same old. And with Izzy gone, it won't be the same."

"Sounds like you're leaning south."

"Maybe - but I worry about you."

"Me? Don't. I'll miss you guys, but you'll visit."

"I will - not so easy to get rid of." We talked, looked at phones, hung until Izzy returned. They caught up reunite, and since I was tired, I went to bed as they kept talking.

I didn't wake up alone - they crawled into bed, pushed me to one side, looking lovely in the warm morning light.

Coffee was brewed, muffins baked before they came to. Alex and Olivia came by later and the celebrations began, mostly consisting of the four of them talking, laughing, cocktails, dinner out. Saturday night meant the bar, me holding the table while they caught up with other folks, danced, carried on.

Katie came over "Lonely?"

"Not at all - I'm usually here by myself. Anyway, I'm enjoying the view."

"Oh really? How 'bout this view then?" She looked around, moved closer, surreptitiously lifted the front of her skirt. She was commando.

"Aren't you cold?"

"Actually, quite warm. Wanna see?" grabbed my hand, pulled it between her legs.

"Yes, you are. You know, I can help with that."

"Plan on it," she laughed, dropped her skirt, heading back to the girls. Boy, I'd missed her.

After the bar, the girls hunkered down at my place, chatting, looking at pictures, videos. Over Olivia's shoulder I saw me behind Alex. She leaned back. "You are one lucky dude, aren't you?"

"More than I deserve."

"Deserves got nothing to do with it." She stood up, faced me. "Ready for a show?"

"Like a dance recital?"

"Fuck you, asshole." She ran her hand up my leg, stopping, cupped me. "I think you know..."

"Ever since Katie visited me at the table." Olivia looked over her shoulder at Katie, who shrugged. "On the off chance something might happen, I fortified myself."

"Good boy. Now sit."

Much of that night is a blur - I've never been very good at concentrating on many things at once, and there was a lot to see; Olivia on the couch with Alex between her legs, Katie kneeling on the floor, ankles crossed, bound, Izzie pulling hands up, over head.

Izzy came up behind, wrapped arms around me, leaned in, whispered "How'm I doing?"

"Practicing I see." We laughed. "What's next?"

"I have some ideas. You wanna see anything in particular?"

"Two thoughts. First, sorry to point out a mistake, but you forgot to undress Katie. Second, what does our resident voyeur suggest."

"Not a mistake." She opened a drawer, brandished scissors. "These should handle it."

"I hope Katie isn't going to miss those clothes" I looked over towards Olivia - "what would you like to see?"

"Yeah, spill, or are you too distracted?"

Olivia smiled wickedly. "I might have one idea...." motioning Izzy to come closer who had shit eating grin when she stood up.

"Can do." She ran hands through Katie's blonde hair, grabbed shoulders, turned Katie profile to Olivia and cut off any remaining clothing, revealed flushed skin, hard nipples. I knew about Oliva and Alex but hadn't known the other two were like that - who was I to judge.

Izzy slid forward, pressed a knee between Katie's legs, eliciting surprise, an indrawn breath. Olivia said "Yes, that was the reaction I'd hoped to get. Push harder."

Izzy did as instructed, Katie grinded back in return.

"Enjoying the view?"

"Of course I am. You've learned?"

"From the master - wanna participate?"

"I'm suggestible. What'd you have in mind?"

"Stand up, take it out - yup, hard like I thought a dirty old man would be. Izzy, take David in your hand - yes, like that-use Katie's mouth. David, you stay still - let Izzy do the work." She pulled Alex's head up. "Get my phone."

Izzy's fingers encircled, guiding me in, out of Katie's mouth. Watching the amazing view below, I could barely stand, steadied myself by fisting hair. Alex came back, kneeled. "No, my love, I want you to watch - turn around." Olivia put a leg over Alex's shoulders, one hand in curls, the other recording. She leaned forward, kissed the top of Alex's head. "Watching?"

Izzy was really getting into it - quietly whispering instructions, looking back and forth. "Slowly, slowly. Just the head - good. Use your tongue, leave it out as we fuck your face. Ummm, you look so happy doing this." The more Izzy talked, the more Katie tried to respond, moaned around me. Izzy loosened her grip, only her thumb, forefinger keeping me from going deeper. I had grip their hair harder to not fall over.

From the other side of the room, we heard "Okay David, its time. Ready to cum?"

All I could get out was "yes."

"Good -on their faces."

Katie moaned; Izzy looked up at me, said "yes", slid her cheek next to Katie's. When I couldn't hold out any longer, Izzy pumped me, direct the spray, Olivia moaning behind us, hands between legs, humping the back of Alex's head, whose hands were between her own legs. I sank to my knees, pulled them in, kissed each deeply, hands up, down their sweaty backs.

"Don't relax too much, David. You're not done."

With some effort, I stood, walked to the couch. Olivia pulled Alex up next to her, pulled a leg over hers. "Izzy - unite Katie, come here."

Fully in control, Oliva lined them up on the couch, legs overlapping the next, hands out, touching each other.

"You know what to do - start with Alex."

Thus began a marathon session of kissing, licking, fingering, nibbling, first Alex, then Katie, Izzy, Olivia instructed them to hold their neighbors' legs open, watch as I tasted each. Olivia came last, her usual quite, subtle orgasm, instructed Alex. "Reach down, tell me if he's hard."

A hand groped me. "Very."

"Put a condom on him. Quickly."

When I was prepared, "Girls hold my legs open," reached forward, pulled me into her. Alex, Katie held legs, ankles, Izzy pushed from behind, keeping time with thrusts, adding more force. Olivia, who almost never made noise, grunted with each thrust, low, guttural, finally arching high off the couch. Izzy took pictures over my shoulder.

Someone, I don't remember who, laughed, everyone followed. I sat with my back against the couch, Olivia's legs draped over my shoulders, covered in their juices, never wanting to shower again. Pillows, blankets were grabbed, a dog pile created in front of the fire. No one moved 'til the morning.

...

I wondered if this would be the last time for the four of us. Things certainly did change, and by late August, I was back to sitting at the bar trying to read over the sound of loud, drunken students. Jack had stopped smirking at me, things were back to the old normal.

I felt someone come up behind me.

"Excuse me, sir, do you mind if I ask a question?"

I turned, saw a lovely young woman with no makeup, short black hair, likely mid-20's, though I hadn't gotten any better at guessing ages.

"I don't, but only if you drop the sir."

She smiled, nervously. "I can do that. Are you by any chance David?"

"I am - who's asking?"

"Sorry - name's Samantha, though everyone calls me Sam."

I reached out, shook her hand. "Nice to meet you, Sam. What can I do for you - and how did you know my name?"

"Never mind, this is too weird - sorry to have bothered you. Have a nice night," fled.

I looked at Jack - he at me. "Well, that was strange."

"Not the strangest thing I've ever seen in this bar, but close." We laughed - went back to my phone.

Two drinks, about an hour later, someone sat on the stool next to me. It was Sam.

"Hello there again."

"Sorry about before."

"No worries - can I get anything for you?"

"I can afford my own drinks."

"I'm sure you can but in my time, it was considered polite for seniors to buy for the younger and, presumably, less wealthy."

"If you put it that way, ok." She ordered; I told Jack to put it on my tab. "And something she said you'd do."

"She who, if you don't mind me asking?"

"Izzy, of course. You mean she didn't tell you?"

Just then my phone buzzed with a text from Izzy.

What ya' think of Sam?

I ignored it.

"Tell me what?"

"Before she left, she gathered a few grad students, told us to not bother with the boys in this town - they're all bro's -that if we needed advice or" she held up her fingers like quotation marks "'distraction', find David at the end of the bar. That you were sweet and kind and - well - skilled."

"Most of us laughed it off, but then I saw some pictures."

"Man, what happened to not kissing and telling? Sorry you had to see those."

She smiled, a surprisingly dirty smile on such a sweet face. "Don't be. They're much better than what a frustrated girl finds on the internet." Another sip. "Anyway, I was really embarrassed when I came by earlier, but Izzy encouraged me. So, may I still ask my question?"

I turned, looked at her. "Sure."

"I know the rule about drinking, so" she paused, took a deep breath, asked "can I come by your house tomorrow night? I really need to blow off some steam?"

This is the end (for now) of the Four Friends series. But I will continue with side stories under the New Friends series, coming soon.