This is a chapter in a fifteen-chapter novella, and each chapter is dependent on the one that precedes it. It is best to read them in order. In any event, the story takes place in a Midwestern college town in the summer of 1979.
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When we got back to the Blues House it was about midnight. We all ran from the car into the house in a mad dash, naked and flush. When we got to the foyer, Charlie shouted “Shower time,” and ran to his room. I scurried upstairs with Amy. When we got to the top of the landing, we were both blushing and laughing. I was about to head to my room when she took my hand.
“Wasn’t that about the most hilarious thing ever?”
I pulled my hand from hers and reached up with both hands to undo my ponytail, and realized I was all but thrusting my tits into Amy’s face by doing so.
“As the officer said, that was a hoot.”
Amy took me around the waist, and I didn’t resist. I put my arms around her and we kissed. Her mouth was so much smaller than what I was used to that the kiss felt strangely indecent. Amy massaged my butt cheeks and let her fingers slip into my crease. She spread my fleshiness and allowed her fingertips to tickle my bumhole. I felt dirty and scandalous and adventuresome and I willed my hand to go between her legs, and I rubbed her twat until my fingers and palm were wet with her secretions. I moved behind her, out of her grasp now, and I put both hands in front of her and pulled her ass up against my pubic mound. I wanted my fingers to get even wetter, and I knew she was lubricated with two loads of the boys’ cum, so I pawed at her pussy and plied it with both hands, and she was soaking slippery. I rubbed the wetness against her labia and over her mound.
“All this nakedness can really get a girl juicy,” Amy purred. She rubbed her hands over mine and over herself. “Let’s get into that shower.”
I got a towel and started to put on a robe, but decided against it. Amy was right; all this nakedness was titillating. When I got to the shower, Amy and I were the only ones there. She was already under the water, lathering herself.
“Now where were we,” she said coyly. I wanted to run my hands over her nakedness and the wet heat of her sex again, and I came up behind her, and we picked up exactly where we left off, only this time we were slippery with soap and our skin was hot from the water. I rubbed her pussy with both hands and pinched her folds of flesh delicately between my forefingers. We positioned ourselves so the water concentrated and flowed over my hands while I worked at arousing and pleasuring and cleaning her.
“Oh, scrub me up good, Annie.”
I moved to her side and took my hand from in front and moved it to her ass. I rubbed my soapy hand down the crack of her ass and let my fingers linger at her anus and press against it. Tom and Charlie came in, and were careful not to disturb us. Amy took a soapy hand and rubbed my ass, and pulled my mound up against her hip. My hands met between her legs and fingers from each hand slipped inside her. She groaned, and pressed her forefinger stiffly against my slippery bumhole. I groaned. We kissed, hard and deep.
Mike came into the shower room. The men began to shower, and they watched, and they began soaping and stroking their stiffening penises. Amy and I turned to face each other. I spread my legs enough to lower me close to her level, and we pulled ourselves together so that the top her pubic mound pressed against my clitoris. We rubbed against each other, breasts against breasts, kissing, or more like sucking each others mouths and tongues as we kneaded and spread each others butt cheeks with our hands.
Amy slid down my body and got on her knees, and while gripping my ass she kissed and tickled and sucked at my clit. I felt faint. I watched the men as they watched us, each one tugging at himself vigorously. I reached for my own pussy and spread it for Amy, and she lapped at my clit and twisted it with her lips and flicked it with her tongue, and I watched the three men flailing at there soapy erections and gaping at me, the steam swirling about us, and I came in a twitching, tingling bundle of electric nerves.
“Oh I can’t wait any longer,” Amy said standing up. “Let’s go to my room,”
Then she leaned into me and whispered in my ear. “I have a wonderful idea I think you are going to love.”
We all rinsed off and dried off quickly. There was a nervous energy to the group that was infectious. We had been running around naked for two and a half hours, and it was like the headiness and freedom of it was spinning us in air. There was laughing and pinching and playful swatting, and at one point I gave Mike a little tug on his penis, just let him know we were friends. Part of me wondered whether I was being too playful, and that I should be worried about something, but I wasn’t exactly sure what. I felt safe around these people, and I wanted to share myself with them.
When we got to Amy’s suite, she directed the guys to be seated in the living area and took me by the hand into her bedroom. “One second, guys,” Amy said. I looked at Charlie and Tom and Mike and smiled and waived facetiously. Tom and Charlie were seated at opposite ends of the couch, and Tom took the desk chair.
“I want to show you something,” she said once we were in her bedroom. She turned on the stereo and then pulled open a drawer of the dresser.
“What’s that,” I asked with partially mock and partially real fear in my voice.
“It’s a strap on dildo,” she whispered to me. “I want you to fuck me with it, that is, if you want to.” She motioned to me to step closer to her, and I did, curious. She held the base of the dildo part against my pubic mound, showing me where it would go. “I bet the guys would like to see that?”
I looked down at my crotch and there was a plastic, flesh-colored dildo with a penis-like head extending from my pubic hair. There was an extension that went between my legs with a small bulb on it. The harness was soft leather, and the straps fastened around the waist and each leg with two rings.
“Do you want to try it on?” Amy suggested more than she asked.
“I don’t know.”
I took the penis part in my hand. It was softer than I had expected. I inspected how it fit. There were ribs and bumps on the section that connected the bulb to the penis, for clitoral stimulation I assumed. Amy kissed my neck and ran a hand over my ass.
“Pretty please?” she begged, and began to suckle at one of my nipples. It felt wonderful. I was interested in trying it on. I figured I didn’t have to use it if I didn’t want to.
“Okay,” I said, and Amy looked up at me and smiled.
“Here, I’ll put it on, just spread your legs a little bit.” Amy took the bulb end into her mouth, wetting it. Then she kneeled in front of me. I spread my legs as she requested, and she began to lick my twat, moistening me. I was starting to feel like this was getting to be uneventful to me, like I could walk around naked all day and stick my cunt in anyone’s face and expect to be pleasured. That would be a world. But the dildo thing was definitely new, and I was intrigued.
Amy positioned the device on me, and the bulb slipped into my vagina comfortably, and I could feel the ribs and bumps on my clit as she moved it back and forth, settling it in. Then she did something interesting. She took the end of the penis in her mouth and held it in position against my mound while she reached behind me with both hands and attached the waist harness. I swear that the sight of her holding the tip of what was ostensibly my penis in her mouth gave me goose bumps.
“Mmm…” I heard myself moan not so much with pleasure, but with surprised curiosity. She let the penis go and fastened the leg harnesses, leaning back on her heels.
