Chapter 2 - Spilling the Tea
A few days after the girls had sex, Hannah introduced Sasha to René on a hunch that they would be a good pair. Hannah liked René's quick wit and easy-going presence. He stood out as an individual as well. He also seemed kind and not caught up in money or his ego despite his advantages in life. He shared one class with the girls, but Hannah had known him a bit before Sasha had arrived in Switzerland. She thought his Nordic good looks would be perfect next to Sasha's dark hair and eyes.
Hannah predicted the match correctly. Sasha and René made an immediate connection over many common interests. She noticed Sasha dressing with a little more sexual edge to her outfits and her attitude had perked up quite a bit. She was hoping her friends would soon have sex and joked with Sasha about putting a hanger on the door so she would know they were fucking if she came home late which made Sasha laugh and blush.
Then Sasha colored her hair.
Hannah had not expected this, but although Sasha had talked about it, she just never seemed to get around to it. When Hannah came back from a weekend away, she had expected news about sex. Instead, there was Sasha - with a glorious mane of purple hair. She did not notice Sasha's new purple T-shirt right away.
"Rene really encouraged me," Sasha told her roommate. "What do you think?"
"Like... lovin' it! I bet your loverboy is turned on by it too," she teased. "So... did you and Rene?"
"No yet. Period. But his roommate is leaving for a trip next weekend. Like the new shirt?" She stood up and posed so Hannah could see the white "PURPLE AS FUCK" message on her tight purple T-shirt.
"Well, it suits you. And it's your favorite color. From René?"
"Yep. As in been there, done that..." She winked and sat down remembering how Hannah had acquired a lovely plaid shirt from a Canadian beau via a sloppy blowjob.
Hannah laughed. "Well? I know you said you didn't fuck. So?"
"Mouthful of cum. Big mouthful." She laughed.
"Ew! Not my thing! I don't mind the cock, but..."
"Actually, it wasn't bad. He has a yummy cock. And when I pumped and sucked it and squeezed his balls - he didn't last long." Sasha smiled and winked.
"Do tell," Hannah inquired, sitting.
"Well, we went to his flat and made out a bit - he's really suave! We got mostly undressed - but, as I said, period. He totally got it. He really went for my tits. It was incredible the way he played with and sucked on my nipples. And he has nice strong hands.
"When I pulled out his cock, I could tell he was really on the edge, so I decided to help him out," Sasha continued, "Then I kneeled down. I looked up and we looked into each other's eyes as I stroked his shaft and scrotum. I pulled back his foreskin and licked and kissed the head of his penis. It was so smooth, and the pre-cum dribbled out right away."
"Ick. But not as big an ick as a mouthful. You must have been driving him crazy."
"He grabbed my hair and started fucking my mouth slowly. It was sexy. I did my best fellatio - licking, sucking. Oh! He's clean shaved - no messy pubes. I loved looking up into his eyes. I felt I was controlling his cock and being dominated at the same time."
"Shit, that's hot!"
"Yeah. I was at it!"
"And he came?"
"Oh, yeah. He stiffened, moaned, pushed into my mouth with his fingers tangled in my hair. It was a lot of cum, though. I just automatically kept swallowing, and he kept spurting. Some ran down my chin and onto my tits."
"Ew! You sloppy slut!"
"Sluts have fun, duckie. Sluts have fun." She imitated Hannah's posh London accent and cocked one eyebrow, posing with arm on her hip, the other wagging a finger, and they both laughed.
"Oh. He kissed me after too. So, he must like me a lot." They laughed again. "He even licked his cum off of my tits before kissing me. He said he had been eating a lot of pineapple. Maybe that's why it didn't taste bad."
"OK. That's kind of sweet and hot. I know I love to taste my pussy on a lover's lips. Sperm? Not so much. How big is his dick?"
"You are so tactful. We didn't take out the measuring tape, but I could wrap a hand around it, and it was still more than I could fit in my mouth without gagging."
"I'm definitely not about cock in the back of my throat."
"I really can't. I gag. I want to practice though."
"I'm sure René will help you with that!"
"I'm thinking 69. I love 69."
"It's an excellent number."
"Oh - René's bedroom closet has sliding doors. Mirrored doors. It's like two huge panels - about four or more square meters. I discovered I love watching while doing."
"Ooh! Sexy! You must fuck in that room."
"Saturday, hopefully. We are having brunch, and, later, he's cooking for me. His roomie will be away. You know it will be my first. Is it weird to plan it in such detail?"
"No! My first was clumsy, unplanned, and not great, as I've told you. But I like girls more anyway. Those encounters have always been good. Not that I will say no to any good fuck."
"Roger that. But I get all... ditzy or something around René. I just want him more and more all the time."
"Just call me Madam Matchmaker then. And you know there's always pussy in the next room." She winked. "We have some big exams this week. Keep your wits about you until the weekend."
"And your tits!"
"Wits and tits!"
The girls laughed at the inside joke they had used before. They cuddled together in bed in Sasha's room that night and slept deeply and peacefully.
Chapter 3 - Alone at last
Exams took most of everyone's time that week. Sasha and René spent what they could together. She was disciplined as well: no masturbation, no messing around with Hannah. Besides, Hannah had a new girlfriend, Lucia - her "minion" Sasha called her.
Lucia was from Mexico City and her parents were wealthy beyond belief. She was petite, but curvy, not five feet tall, with lustrous long black hair, café-au-lait complexion, and wide, deep brown eyes that looked black in low light. Hannah had joked that her tits were "admirable" - large and firm. Her curvy, heart shaped ass and fit legs added to the mix. Hannah was goofy for her in a way Sasha found endearing, but she did notice her dominant side when observing the two girls.
On Friday, there was a bit of a student celebration, but it was Saturday Sasha had waited for. René's roommate was going to London in the morning, and they were meeting her at a French restaurant for brunch. Hannah was also happy because she could get Lucia alone if Sasha was out overnight.
It was unseasonably warm for early February, so Sasha and René walked to the restaurant. They chatted over lunch, and the conversation flowed with lots of eye contact, gesticulation, and laughter. There were few silences, and those were when they were eating, savouring the delicious food and sipping Sancerre. Afterward, they walked along the lake and through some old neighborhoods holding hands, or with an arm around each other. By the decorative windows of a store selling sexual paraphernalia René kissed her, and they decided to go inside.
There were so many fun things to look at: vibrators, paddle, floggers, dildos, butt plugs, collars and cuffs, ropes, outfits, books. There were a few shoppers, and a salesperson was explaining the purposes and uses of various toys. It was amusing and entertaining. They did not get anything this time, but Sasha knew she would return.
Next it was groceries. René had a real kitchen, and he loved to cook. He said his specialty was smoked duck breast which sounded delicious to Sasha. She wondered if it was just her own exhilaration on this beautiful day, or if people did notice them as a good-looking young couple. She had never had a serious boyfriend or lover before and felt as if she were in a movie.
At René's flat they fell into each other's arms as soon as the groceries were put away. Sasha unbuttoned his shirt as they kissed; his strong arms wrapping her in an embrace before he pulled her top over her head. He backed her to the wall. Kissing her slender neck he unhooked her bra and gripped her breast. He casually slipped his other hand under her skirt stroking upward between her thighs which she willingly spread a bit so his hand could continue to her warm waiting pussy.
She stroked his hair, clutching his face to her breast when he kneaded as he sucked her nipple, the other hand rubbing her wet cunt. He dropped to one knee, unzipped her skirt, and pulled it down along with her panties. She felt his hot breath on her thighs and pussy.
René kissed, licked, and nibbled Sasha's inner thighs, and nuzzled her smoothly waxed pubic area. His tongue probed the crease of the vee where her thigh met her pussy. As he got to her silky wet labia and her clit, she arched her back and lifted one leg to rest on his broad, muscular shoulder. He was so eager, and Sasha urged him, pushing the back of his head. She gasped as his finger entered her pussy and his lips closed around her clit. His other hand massaged her ass.
"Mmm. Your turn," she sighed pulling him up for a long kiss, their tongues entwined, and she tasted herself. She hastily unbuttoned his jeans and thrust them down. As he stepped out of them, she removed his silk boxers as she kneeled in front of him and turned him so his back was now against the wall.
René's rigid penis was upright and his balls hung loose. He had also shaved his genitals, and her wet tongue glided over his hairless sack, and she firmly gripped his erection and started slowly pumping, all the while looking up so he could look into her eyes as he watched her take his testes into her mouth, sucking one then the other, her tongue moving around them. Renè tangled the fingers of one hand in her hair pushing the back of her head. She loved the feeling of being controlled.
Sasha rolled down his foreskin revealing the smooth pink head. She licked her way up the long, stiff shaft and fluttered the tip her tongue around it and over the tip. As her full lips engulfed the smooth bulbous head she looked into René's eyes. He smiled, closed his eyes, arched his head back as the beautiful Sasha's purple-maned head moved up and down on his cock.
Her tongue rarely stopped moving, and she pursed her lips tightly around his erection. She could taste another saltier fluid as drops of pre-cum emerged from his cock and mixed with her saliva. She reached around the grasp his taut muscular butt, squeezing the cheeks and dinging her nails in.
René responded, gently pushing his hips forward. His hard dick glided in and out of her mouth a few times, but he then thrust in too far and she gagged.
Sasha pulled back to catch her breath and laughed. "I do want to work on that, but let's save it for another day." She resumed licking and sucking the head. "I love licking the head of your cock! It's so smooth."
"I won't complain. I could eat your pussy for a long, long time." He pulled her upright and they embraced and kissed. Then he surprised her by picking her up and carrying her to his bedroom which, although small, had a queen bed - and the mirrored closet doors beside it.
As he sat Sasha pushed him back on his back and climbed on top in a sixty-nine. As she resumed sucking his turgid cock, she played with his butt, and he moaned in response and returned the favor. Sasha licked one finger and played with his rubbery anus, and René mimicked her motion on her own tight asshole.
