Thanks to my editor, Nymphwriter, and my loyal beta readers who found my errors, made corrections, comments, and suggestions to improve my story. Any errors you may find are mine alone.
Dear readers—if you haven't read Chapters 1 through 4 of this series, I suggest you return to Chapter 1 to catch up. If you choose not to do that, be aware that Mike, Emily, Kayla, and Maria are nudists.
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* * * August 16, 2007
Emily and I discussed the merits of sharing our apartment with Kayla during our senior year. Emily argued that since Kayla and Maria wouldn't be roommates anymore, the fall semester was only a couple weeks away, and apartments were filling up, having her live with us wouldn't be any trouble at all.
My argument against having Kayla living with us was that it would be difficult for Emily and I to have sex the way we had before, if Kayla was in the apartment with us. I was concerned that Kayla would interfere with the spontaneity of our love-making, and having Kayla watching our most intimate act wasn't at the top of my list, either.
Emily finally won the argument. She said Kayla was her best girlfriend and wouldn't even think of letting Kayla live in the dorm her final year of college. Emily said we'd find a way to have sex, even if Kayla shared our apartment.
I gave in, because having Kayla living in our apartment would give me an opportunity to spend more time around her. She was sexy, hot, and we'd had a history of sexual activity, although we hadn't engaged in intercourse.
Emily and I arrived at school three days before classes began and readied ourselves for the coming school year. Maria and her husband, Jim, had moved into Maria and Kayla's old apartment. Kayla showed up a day later.
The first thing we noticed about Kayla was that she'd let her pubic hair grow. "I didn't have anyone like Mike to shave it for me," she explained.
The next thing we noticed when Kayla turned around was that she had a Monarch butterfly tattoo closely resembling Emily's on her left butt cheek. "I liked Emily's and decided to get one of my own. Now we're like sisters," Kayla chirped.
Emily stood next to Kayla and they both wiggled their butterfly-tattooed asses at me. Looking at their tattoos, it was difficult to tell much difference between them, but I found them both highly desirable.
After some small talk about what we'd done during the summer, Emily and I helped Kayla move her clothing, books, and other belongings from her old apartment into ours.
Emily and I permitted Kayla use the closet in our study room, because we weren't using it. Kayla only brought enough clothing for wearing outside and to classes, so Emily let her use the empty bottom half of her dresser, too. Since both girls were the same size, they decided they could wear each other's clothing in public. There wasn't enough space in the study room for a third desk, but Kayla said she'd be happy to study at the dining table since there was a light fixture directly above it.
We ate dinner, watched a movie, and it was about 10 PM when we decided it was time to go to bed; we had early classes the next morning. After we'd all peed, showered, and brushed out teeth, we were ready for bed.
When all three of us were finally ready to climb into bed nude, we discussed sleeping arrangements. Both girls wanted to sleep next to me. Emily usually slept on my left, so Kayla decided to sleep on my right. It seemed a little awkward going to bed with Kayla on my right side, but I'd slept between Lisa and Emily before.
I really wanted to have sex with Emily, but with Kayla right there next to me, I tried thinking of things less exciting than sex, so I tried recalling the names of all the state capitols. I'd reached 'Oklahoma,' when I realized both girls were asleep beside me.
After several attempts during the next hour or so, I finally fell asleep on my back. Sometime later, Kayla, in her sleep, rolled against me with her arm across my chest, her tit pressed on my arm, and her damp pussy lightly nudging my hip, waking me up. The feeling of her hot, wet pussy on my hip gave me an immediate hard-on.
I lay there, sexually frustrated, while the girls peacefully slept next to me. The digital clock on the dresser read, 1:39 AM. 'Damn—this is going to be a long night,' I thought to myself.
It took another hour or so until my cock wilted and I willed myself back to sleep. Morning finally arrived with Emily bounding out of bed, singing a cheerful, "Hey you sleepyheads—time to get up and get to class."
I dragged myself out of bed, shaved, and joined the girls for a breakfast of cereal and milk. Since I'd already shaved, they were free to use the bathroom to put on their makeup and fix their hair.
The three of us headed off to class. We were all eager to begin our final year at college. I had a computer security class at 8 AM. Kayla had a marketing class, and Emily had a management class.
We met at the apartment for a sandwich at lunch, then headed off for an afternoon of classes. That evening over dinner, we talked about the classes we'd had that day and our classes for the next day. During our conversation, Emily asked if I'd shave her pussy that evening. Kayla added that hers had grown out and she'd like hers shaved, too.
I spent an hour or so—it's so hard to keep track of time when you're shaving pussies—grooming their pubes, making them baby-bottom smooth with my straight razor.
Shaving their pussies made me extra horny. Usually after a pussy shave they were horny too, but that night when I asked Emily if she wanted sex, she indicated she wasn't in the mood. Kayla was a virgin, which left me high and dry.
Later that evening, at bedtime, I asked, "Who wants to use the bathroom first?"
"You can," Emily answered.
I said, "I'm going to take a shower," leaving the two girls sitting in front of the TV watching a news feature about a fireman who'd rescued a kitten from a house fire.
As I stood with my hands on my hips over the toilet relieving my bladder, I felt a warm hand slide down my abdomen and wrap around my cock.
"I've always wanted to try this," Kayla chuckled, aiming it at the middle of the bowl.
As my cock stiffened, I responded, "Yeah, I suppose you girls don't really need to worry about your aim, do you?"
"No—we just sit down and let it go," Kayla answered, as she steered my stream around and around, splashing in the bottom of the toilet.
When the final dribble ended, Kayla asked, "Now what do you do?"
"I give it a tug under the bottom to squeeze out what's in my urethra, then I give it a couple shakes to get rid of the last couple of drops."
"You don't wipe off the last drops with some toilet paper?"
"No, they don't place toilet paper rolls next to the urinals in men's restrooms," I answered.
"Really? I've never been in one, so I wouldn't know."
Kayla gave it a couple weak flips, and I said, "I usually shake it more than that."
