The Long Weeend 03d - the Pj Story

"Every year, over a weekend in March, the Student Union runs a 24-hour movie marathon in the main hall in the center of North Campus. They run mostly comedies, like

Kentucky Fried Movie

or

Airplane

or

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes

, which, honestly, wasn't half as bad as I was led to believe it would be.

"Its biggest problem was having such a low budget. The fact that they operated on such an obvious shoe-string didn't prevent them from managing to be moderately entertaining.

"I wouldn't be surprised if a quarter of their budget vanished with the helicopter crash. I suspect that was a legitimate accident, not something scripted.

"Then again, no one seemed to react to it like it was an on-set accident, so I may be wrong.

"Anyway, it was nowhere near as bad as

Santa Clause Conquers the Martians

. I physically had to leave the room every few minutes to recover, the first time I tried to watch

Clause

.

"I never tried

that

again.

"They'd mix the comedies with some thrillers, as well, like

Deliverance

or

A Clockwork Orange

or

Southern Comfort

.

"Since it's a 24-hour straight-through marathon, people show up early and stake out a claim to part of the hall floor. Picnic-style. We had an oversized padded blanket to lay on, several sleeping bags and pillows, and I added my beanbag chair. And snacks. That's always an important ingredient in these sorts of things. We were early enough to claim a chunk of floor just left of center. A good spot to watch from.

"If I was gonna spend an entire day in there, I at least wanted to be comfy.

"I went with a couple of my friends and

my

" - I stressed the pronoun - "PJ turned up with one of them. I'd never met her before then.

"We spent the first couple of movies like pretty much everyone else there, quietly chatting and socializing. Things quieted down by about midnight, or so."

Lisa's hands slid up to my waist to massage me there for a while.

"I guess it was some time after midnight, maybe 1 or 2 AM, probably after a trip to the sandbox, when, after carefully threading my way back through the darkened sea of blankets, I found someone already sitting in my beanbag chair. I was a bit affronted that this girl I didn't even know had confiscated

my

chair."

Lisa snorted at my complaint.

"I started to lay down on an open spot on the blanket when I thought 'Screw it! That's mine!' and dropped down on the chair beside her. She didn't complain, or try to claim squatters' rights, she just moved aside a bit to re-arrange the stuffing to make more room for me.

"I guess she didn't think I could be all that bad since the girlfriend she came with knew me and spent time with me."

The "Uh huh," from Lisa came out with more than a trace of skepticism, which I proceeded to ignore.

"I suppose," I continued without responding to her minimalist editorializing, "it's always possible her lack of freakout implied that she was actually hoping that I'd react along those lines as a way to break the ice. It never occurred to me to ask, then or since. She didn't squawk when I dropped into the chair with her. She didn't squawk when I eventually wrapped my arm around her, either.

"The seating arrangement was rather awkward. It was dark, with a constant low murmur of a dozen or more conversations going on just below the threshold of audibility. We also had a blanket thrown over us and were pressed up against each other most pleasantly."

"Such convenience! So, you started groping her in the dark, then? Under cover of that convenient blanket?" Lisa put out.

"I am shocked! Shocked, I say! That you'd think such a thing of me!"

"No doubt," she said back. "Did you?"

"No, I did not!" I said. "I'd just met the girl! By, the way,

Casablanca

was one of the movies in the marathon last year.

"I didn't know PJ from a hole in the wall. Granted, she was one of my friend's friends, and that was a recommendation, in and of itself. And, while we were most definitely within each other's personal space, I did nothing to make her think badly of me."

"You were afraid to, then, weren't you?" Lisa slipped in.

"I..." I began quickly, then gave in, "I wouldn't put it that way. 'Terrified' would probably be more accurate. I'm fairly shy around women..."

Lisa snorted loudly, ran her hands down my back to my ass, and started pressing her thumbs between my cheeks again. "Yes. You're shy. I've noticed that," she said with a smile and disbelief in her voice.

"Mmmmmm... nice," I said in a rather pleased tone. "But, as I was saying before I was so pleasantly interrupted, I'm fairly shy around women before I get to know them a bit.

"We've been friends almost since I moved in, Lise. I've now known you almost three years before we even considered moving to the bra-on-the-floor stage, let alone panties-on-the-floor. Our first awkward kiss was only two days ago."

Lisa laughed quietly. "OK, I can see that. Perhaps I was a bit too hasty with my comment."

"Yes. 'Perhaps,'" I said with a touch of disapproval.

After another moment, I went on. "There's also that legacy of distrust that got low-key ground into me over the years from Rob and his girlfriend-stealing paranoia. That makes me rather reluctant to ask girls out when I don't yet know their current relationship status - if any.

"Anyway, despite being mashed together up close and personal with a tall, good-looking girl, I was terrified that I might get an erection and she'd go screaming off into the night."

"Well, did you?"

"Did I what?" I asked innocently.

"Did you get a woody?"

"I can neither confirm nor deny that any such thing happened," I replied with a surprisingly straight face.

Lisa snorted. "Did she go 'screaming off into the night' when she realized you had one? Remember, I've met The Little Guy in insufferably-horny mode."

I would have frowned at her if I was facing her, but I didn't.

"I did my best to hide any evidence of any...

excitement

," I said, "and keep her from feeling such unwel... unanticipated attention, but thinking back on the night, now, it's fairly obvious that she did notice it. Pretty quickly, I'm afraid.

"I almost said 'unwelcome' attention, but the fact that she didn't go screaming off into the night once she realized suggests that it probably wasn't as unwelcome or unexpected as I thought it would be, at the time."

"At least it wasn't an

immediate

deal-breaker," Lisa said.

"No. Not as immediate as whipping it out under the cover of the blanket."

"You didn't!" Lisa said, a bit shocked.

"Didn't what?"

"Whip it out!"

This time I mostly succeeded in twisting around to face her. Sort of. "Good God, Lise! Is that what you think of me? Did I ever do that to you?" I shot back a bit hotly. She'd kind of flicked a raw nerve with that. "Besides, I just said I was too terrified to grope her. She was awfully gropable, I might add. And no, I didn't reach out and place her hand on it either! Nor did she let her hands wander, much as I'd have enjoyed it, if she had."

"Sorry, didn't mean to get you mad. The thought of you whipping it out like that was a bit of a shock and I blurted that out." She leaned forward to kiss my back in apology. "You're usually not

that

tacky."

I snorted in reply, as her last sentence still carried an accusation of tackiness, then started to relax a bit as I turned back to lay on the pillow, to go on.

"Where was I? Oh... we sat together like that through at least two movies. Might even have been three. I liked how the arrangement was and wanted it to last as long as I could stretch it out. I wasn't paying all that much attention to the movies while I desperately tried to hide my excitement from her. She was a nice, warm presence in the slightly chilly hall. We were seated beside each other on the beanbag, not really snuggled. If we

were

snuggled, she'd have felt it immediately. As it was, it still probably didn't take her long to notice."

"Poor baby!" Lisa said with a small laugh.

"Eventually, one, or both of us needed to get up and move about a bit, get the circulation going..."

"It sounds to me," Lisa said with another laugh, "that

your

circulation was doing fine!"

I frowned at that.

"At that point," I continued, "when I rolled off the beanbag and tried to rise up on my knees, I discovered that my lower back was killing me. It wasn't bothering me while I was sitting next to her, but I cried out quietly when it felt like I was stabbed in the ass.

"That was the first time anything like that had happened to me. I reached out and grabbed at PJ to steady myself and she heard my yelp.

"After lowering myself to lay on the blanket - which, while it

was

padded, was also on a hardwood floor - and explaining what seemed to have happened - she offered to give me a back rub.

"I was in pain,

much

more than tonight's tweak, and in need of relief..."

"In more ways than one, it seems," Lisa got out around a giggle.

I had to laugh at that, too.

"Hush, you!" I finally said. "I told her it was my lower back, so she suggested that I lay on my belly and she'd straddle me, pretty much as you are now."

"She was straddling you

naked

?" Lisa asked, mock incredulously. "No wonder you started going out with her!"

"You

are

in rare form, aren't you?" I asked in an aggrieved tone. "No, regrettably, there was no nudity involved. We were, after all, near the center of a really big room full of plenty of other students.

"Sure, it

was

kinda dark, but not dark enough for

that

! Given how dark some of the corners were, it wouldn't surprise me at all to discover that some gropage - or more - was going on elsewhere in the hall. I didn't know if she was into such exhibitionism. At least not

then

. She rubbed from my shoulders - fully dressed - to the small of my back and kept asking if she was rubbing me low enough. Eventually I just lied when she got that far down my back and said that she was.

"I'd just met her. I was too afraid to admit to her that it was where you're rubbing now - thank you, very much. It was still nice, even if it didn't give me all the relief that I was hoping for."

Lisa giggled again.

"Asshole!" I muttered out of the side of my mouth.

"No. That's down here," she said as her hands moved again.

"Oooo!" I yelped. "Hey!"

"You've played with mine," she countered. "Now I get to!"

"You can play with your asshole all you want.

I

at least used lubrication!" I shot back. "And I don't have claws on the tips of my fingers."

I tried not to squirm while she played.

"Anyway," I eventually continued, trying not to gasp when she finally stopped 'playing,' "the ongoing pain made sticking out the whole marathon a bit of a challenge. I think we eventually bailed at about the twenty-hour mark. Most of the remaining time there I spent on the blanket with my knees bent, trying to keep my back flat against the floor. PJ was curled beside me under a blanket the whole time with my arm around her shoulders.

"The last few movies on the schedule weren't interesting enough for any of us to want to stick around for. When we got back outside with our stuff, we discovered that it had started snowing a short time earlier and it was just starting to get dark again. Pat and Jim - my high school friend, not your brother - helped me limp over to my car to drop everything I was taking in my trunk. After cleaning the snow off my car and warming it up, Jim went back to his dorm and I offered PJ a ride to wherever she needed to go.

"Did you just say you offered her a ride?" Lisa said with a laugh.

"Not

that

kind of ride!" I complained.

"My car was parked just across the street from the hall," I said, "almost literally in front of it. After all the melodrama of limping out to the car, loading the car, and cleaning it off, it turned out that she was parked right behind the hall in the quad. Maybe two hundred yards away.

"That was pretty convenient."

Lisa started rubbing a wider area of my ass. "So, it seems."

"Mmmmmm..." I purred quietly, "I drove PJ to where her car was parked. Hers was the only one still there as the lights came on across the quad.

"We transferred her stuff to her car, then she invited me to join her inside and talk."

"'Talk?'" Lisa asked a bit skeptically.

"Yes. You know..." I said, "a four letter word for interpersonal intercourse."

Lisa laughed at that. "OK."

"We kept one of the blankets out and we snuggled under it."

"'Snuggled?'" Lisa asked. "Are things looking up for you in this part of the story?"

"Well, yes, actually," I said. "'Snuggled,' as in 'hugged each other under a blanket' - both of us stretched out on the front bench seat in her car with me on top - with the not-quite-adequate blanket wrapped about us. It was cold and we weren't running the car to heat it up. We had to make our own.

"There was still almost an inch of snow on all the windows. We hadn't cleaned her car off yet. So, no one could look in without us knowing and giving us time to move toward neutral corners.

"Without an audience, having a bit of actual privacy, we both gave in to our gropier impulses. We both started letting our hands wander about more freely, exploring. Much like what we've been doing most of the last two days, but with clothes on.

"There actually was quite a bit of talking, but also quite a bit of tonsil-hockey going on. Dry humping, too - yes, she was

well

aware of my erection early on. I managed to slide my hands up under her shirt and knead her boobs in her bra. I even apologized for being so forward while my cold hands slid up her bare ribs. I eventually got her bra unhooked and got to fondle them bare for a while. She was pleasingly nipply in the cold car. I felt it was my duty to rub them to warm them up.

"We stayed there a couple of hours, making out. Jim told me the next day that he noticed my car was still in the parking lot, next to a single snow-covered car that he assumed was hers. He also assumed - correctly - that we were both in there getting to know one another better. He said he wanted to pelt the cars with snowballs.

"That would have been funny," I said, "but unwelcome.

"That was also the fastest I ever got to first or second base with anyone," I added with a grin.

"What do you mean?" Lisa said. "You got an inside-the-park home run less than an hour after stepping into the batter's box with me!"

"Maybe," I replied, "but only after three years watching the game from a bench in the dugout. Hell, I wasn't even on the team's roster. I was somewhere well up in the stands for all that time!"

"Ouch!" Lisa mumbled.

"'Inside the park,'" I said wonderingly. "I think I'll have to describe fucking you by that term from now on!"

I sampled the term, but it may be twisting the baseball metaphor until it squealed. "'Let's go to the park.' 'Want to go to the park?' 'It's such a nice day, let's go for a walk in the park!'"

Lisa slapped my ass. "Wrong type of park!"

"Hey!" I yelped. "That stung!"

She ignored me. "How were they?"

"What?" I asked, unsure of what she was asking about.

"Her boobs," Lisa asked. "How were they?"

I tried to roll over, but it was more than a little difficult due to her still sitting on my legs.

She lifted herself onto her knees to let me roll onto my back. As I did so, I looked up at her and smiled at her current rather inviting stance. I hadn't turned on the study area's desk lamp, so the only real illumination came from the one nearby streetlight shining in through the three front windows. She was a dark shadow with hints of detail.

I rolled completely onto my back and Lisa began to sit back down on my thighs, my palms rested on her thighs, with my thumbs lightly brushing them.

"

Someone

's been enjoying his back rub, I see," Lisa said as she sank back into place while reaching out and tracing one finger down the length of my dick.

"And enjoying the sweet view," I muttered pretty loudly.

She smiled down at me.

"I wonder who you could be referring to?" I said to her now.

"Let me see," she said, before scooting her ass back down my legs to let her lean forward to plant a quick kiss on the tip of my penis.

I gently thrust my hips forward when she was doing that, pressing The Little Guy firmly against her face.

She snorted, which tickled, given where her nose was, then she gave me one, slow lick from base to tip.

She sat back upright and smiled down at me.

"I can't remember when it might have been," I said, "but I thought you'd met her?"

"I did, once. Briefly," she said. "Might have been twice. But it's not like I saw her bare boobs and I certainly didn't fondle them, unlike someone I know who was a bit more... hands-on."

"I was also - eventually - quite a bit 'lips-on,' as well," I said. "And, now that I think of it, I was also..."

"That's enough," Lisa put in. "I get the picture. I'm pretty sure I can work out most of what else might find its way into this scene."

"I understand why they call it a titty-fuck," I said with a slightly contemplative air, "but it's really just mutual masturbation where she uses her boobs instead of her hand."

"I

said

that's enough!" Lisa said with what was, perhaps, a hint of exasperation.

"Is it? Is it really?" I said while grinning up at her.

I paused a moment before continuing. "If you must know, hers were

marginally

bigger than yours. The differences seem to be primarily in shape, not size, really. I'd have to say hers were simply fuller. A touch heavier, a little more roundness, with pencil eraser nipples.

"It's entirely possible she may have been a full C-cup. While I liked them quite a bit, I'm fairly confident that she didn't tick over into a D-cup."

"They sound nice," Lisa said quietly.

"They were." I raised an eyebrow, then added "I've never had the impression that you liked boobs

that

way."

"I never said that I did," Lisa replied.

I looked up at her in frank speculation. "Do you?"

"Do I what?" she asked a bit evasively, which immediately piqued my curiosity.

"Like boobs in a hands- or lips-on fashion?" I asked in a tone which conveyed that I was fully aware of her evasiveness.

She continued to look down at me without answering.

I looked back up at her and went on with a smile, "Now that I think about it, repeated parsing of the careful way you phrased your earlier comment about not having slept with a guy in your own bed seems to imply - or, at least, allows for the possibility - that you may have slept with a

girl

in your own bed before.

"Care to comment?"

After a slow ten-count where she glowered down at me but said nothing more, a huge smile blossomed across my face and I blurted out "I sense the need for

Story Time with Lisa

!"

"Asshole," she said now, a bit repressively, but with a touch of a giggle.

I laughed.

"I still say that all guys are pervs."

"Not in the least. I can't speak for other guys, but we...

I

like the thought of two..." I raised another speculative eyebrow, "or

more

girls... um...

exploring

each other."

Lisa frowned down at me. "What's with the Spock-thing?"

"The what?" I answered, a bit confused at the non-sequitur.

"You know," she explained, "the Spock-thing?

Star Trek

?"

"Yes, I know

Star Trek

," I replied, still a bit confused. "Been a fan for a while."

"The eyebrow!" she said, almost exasperated. "You do it all the time."

"Oh, that!" I said, finally understanding what she was asking about. "It's not a Spock-thing.

"OK, it

is

a Spock-thing, but that's not why I do it," I said, grinning. "You didn't hear this from me," - Lisa raised one of her own eyebrows at that and I almost laughed out loud - "but it's really a

Six Million Dollar Man

-thing."