TWO: "Passion and Terror"
Upstairs, Angela's pulse was racing. She found herself laying back on the bed next to Carl, her head spinning from all that he was doing to her. Already her t-shirt was up above her ample, grapefruit-sized breasts and Carl's mouth was exploring them with passion. They glistened from his saliva, her dark areola crinkled from the coolness of the air on her moist flesh, her nipples standing firm as he tugged them with his teeth.
She spoke breathily. "Oh, Carl, yessss."
He moaned against her skin in response and squeezed her other breast before moving his hand toward her underpants. Gently it passed over the elastic and glided across the bulge of her mound. Angela raised her hips in anticipation as his fingers slithered down onto the slippery patch of wetness on the front of her knickers. Her sex was already flowing with juices, aroused at the magic of Carl's touch, and he was sliding his fingers up and down into her slit from the outside.
Angela's breathing escalated and her hips pumped more intensely each time. Carl took this as a signal for his next move and began kissing his way from her breasts towards her sex. Her legs parted as she prepared herself for his mouth. His lips kissed all around the bare skin at the edge of her panties: above the waistband, along the insides of her thighs, finally resting on the center of her passion. She felt him rubbing his lips against her mound and she drove her hips up against him harder and harder. She was so close now, so close and she wasn't even naked yet!
"Oh, Carl! You started without me, how unfair!"
Angela sat bolt upright, totally losing her state of arousal, to see Lisa standing completely nude in the door of the bathroom. Her curly blonde hair was draped over her dazzling shoulders and almost covered her huge 40dd breasts. There was only a smattering of golden silk between her legs, which were far enough apart to make her labia quite visible. Lisa walked towards them, shifting her luscious thighs back and forth. It was quite apparent to Angela why Carl had found her so hard to resist.
Lisa Bonham had been a component of the group since the beginning. She had been Carl's girlfriend when he met Robert during their sophomore year. She was from San Diego and had met Carl on a family vacation to Kingston. When Carl came to ECSU for his studies, Lisa decided the Journalism program there was good enough for her and she joined him. Last year they broke up -- sort of -- so they could see other people, but it was common knowledge that Lisa was in Carl's bed at least one or two weekends a month. With whomever else they shared the bed was a constant topic of discussion.
"Lisa, I wanted it to be a surprise for Angela!" Carl rebuked her.
Angela fumbled to get her shirt back over her bosoms and stood up from the bed.
"Carl, what's going on here?" she asked, her voice quavering.
Her new lover stood up and took her hand.
"Lisa couldn't stay in Brenda's room, not with Robert in there, and she wasn't gonna sleep with that oinker Petri, so I invited her to join us. She's very open-minded about this stuff."
He took Lisa's hand and brought it to Angela's shoulder, who looked on incredulously as Lisa caressed her way gently down towards her breast, swirling around the nipple and clutching the mound of jelly in her palm. Then she lifted Angela's t-shirt and cupped the bare breast in her hand, thumbing the nipple to hardness.
Angela closed her eyes. Yes, it felt nice and Lisa was very beautiful, but this isn't what she wanted. She'd wanted to be with Carl, alone, and to make love with *him*. This kind of experimentation was something she wanted to do later on. Carl had screwed things up, pun intended, and Angela's mood was shattered.
"Carl..." she said, gently putting her hand on Lisa's and pulling slowly it away from her breast. "This isn't what I wanted. I wanted to be with you." She squeezed Lisa's hand lightly, hoping to let her know that she wasn't upset with her. Lisa smiled back knowingly.
"Come on, baby, it'll be great. The three of us, tangled and sweaty, moaning, shaking the bed. Petri'll be steaming when he hears it all the way down the hall."
That did it. Angela understood it all now. Carl had no interest in her at all.
"You bastard. That's all you wanted me for, isn't it? To upset Mark? You don't care about me at all do you?" Angela was getting very upset and tears began to form in her eyes.
"Hey, Angie, I just thought it would be cool to razz Petri. Take his dream girl, fuck her brains out with another girl, make him jealous. If he means so much to you, why don't you go to his room and fuck him?"
Angela turned and stormed towards the door. As she opened it she turned back to Carl. "At least he wants me for who I am," she snapped and left.
Lisa turned to Carl. "That was pretty cruel, you know."
"Not you too, babe," he responded, reaching out to cup her breast.
"Oooo. You sure know how to change the subject, sweetheart," and she pulled his chest to hers, flattening her bosoms against it, and kissed him deeply with her tongue.
Her hands slid down Carl's back and came to his boxers. She began to slip them down, kissing her way down his chest as she went, until she knelt before him. His magnificent erection popped up before her face and she dropped his shorts. He managed to just step out of them before she plunged her mouth over his penis. He moaned loudly as she took it almost all the way down her throat and began bucking his hips while Lisa wrapped one hand around the base of his member. The other hand reached up and cupped the leathery sack that held his testicles. Lisa's mouth was moving hard and fast over him and he was feeling the pressure building within his loins.
Carl Suvega was in heaven already, and the night had only just begun.
Angela's face was wet with tears and burning with anger. How could Carl have been so cruel? How could she not have seen it? No, he was good. Brenda didn't even see it, she was happy for Angela. Carl was very good at manipulation and Lisa's behavior was proof. She would do anything for him, even make love with another woman. Sadly, Angela realized, she probably would have made love with Lisa for Carl too, if he hadn't tried to play that hand so early.
Angela reached for the doorknob to her room, but then stopped herself. She could hear the sounds of moaning and the creaking of wood and metal. Robert. Robert and Brenda were in the middle of intercourse and disturbing their lovemaking was the last thing Angela wanted to do. She looked back down the hall. She couldn't go back to Carl's room. She needed to rest. No, she needed to talk, but Brenda was otherwise occupied.
Mark. She walked on down the hall to Mark's room and tapped on the door.
"Mark?" She waited, then knocked again. "Mark? It's Angela. Can I come in?"
There was no response. Carefully she cracked the door open and peered inside. The light on the nightstand was on, but the bed was empty. Angela slipped into the room and closed the door.
"Mark?" she called softly, her voice still choked from crying.
She walked to the bathroom. The lights were out, but hanging on the door was Mark's bathrobe. This she took and put on, wrapping it around herself and tying it off. She turned on the bathroom light, ran some cold water in the sink, and splashed her face. After wiping herself dry with a towel, she felt much better. Now she could look for Mark.
Angela left the room and headed towards the foyer, completely oblivious to the silhouetted figure that moved in the darkness towards the other end of the hall.
Robert arched his back and squeezed Brenda's arms with ferocity. His whole body shuddered as he emptied his seed into the tight sex of his Asian lover. Underneath him, Brenda could feel the pounding at the base of his erection as he came inside her, his burning semen spurting out in an eruption of passion. At the same time, the muscles of her vagina clenched his member in relentless waves of ecstasy. Her bottom thrust against his penetration, driving him deeper and deeper inside her body.
Together they shook and quivered, trying to sustain the passion for as long as possible, but eventually the surge of orgasm began to fade from their loins and slowly they fell into a loving embrace, their lips joined in a last remembrance of the joy that had just experienced. Slowly they moved apart, Robert's diminishing penis sliding from inside Brenda's saturated mound. His chest brushed against her small breasts and he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her into a sideways embrace.
"I love you, Brenda," whispered Robert.
She touched his face and kissed his lips warmly. "Robert... Robert..." she cooed and lay her head in his arms.
Together they fell into a light sleep, their real life passion transferring into dreams.