"Yes, Mother, I took care of it,..." I told her as I carried the box out to the car. I really didn't listen to what she was concerned about now because she had been stressed out about this morning for the last two weeks, and I was over her distress. I was the one heading off to college today, not her, and her stressing over the details was starting to overwhelm me.
My dad was rearranging the boxes in the back of the car. "Pops, can you chill Ma out? She is driving me crazy."
He pulled me into his arms with a smile. "She is only expressing her love for you, Tara. We are so proud of you."
I hugged him back. "Pops, any more of her love, and I am going to run away from home!"
We both laughed at my joke. He knew I was excited to be heading off to school, and had a better perspective about it than Ma. I was going to an excellent school, and it was only a couple of hours away. He was serene in the knowledge I was ready to fly away, and would return often. "Tiger Ma," my private nickname for Ma when her urge to parent annoyingly hit overdrive, was struggling a bit with her only child leaving the nest.
We finished loading the car, and after a bit more fussing by Ma and her camera, we got on the road. As we passed Kathy and Jerry Winger's house, I smiled to myself. It had been an incredible summer. After a dinner at a very erotic, almost salacious restaurant with the Winger's, I had become sexually involved with them. We always went round and round on what to call each other. Jerry always jokingly calls me their girlfriend, but to me, my returning that title to people 20 years older seemed preposterous. Kathy preferred partners, but as I always felt so relatively inexperienced, I preferred the connotatively opposite mentors and protege. Kathy balked at that saying that what I contributed was at least as equal to they did.
Regardless, we all loved spending time together. To the world, I was still their babysitter, though little Billy and Lisa were spending copious time at their grandparents this summer. We would spend these evenings in kaleidoscopes of wonderfully creative and varied sex. Jerry had a beautiful, large cock to die for, and was a master craftsman in its use. Kathy was a sapphic savant, able to read and manipulate my erotic energies and drive me to mind-splitting orgasms. She was also a gifted teacher. She taught me how to maximize both my partner's and my own pleasure. And as soon as I thought I was knowledgeable, she would throw me a curve like a dildo harness. It still makes me moisten up remembering getting double-penetrated by Jerry and Kathy, or my pegging Jerry as he fucked Kathy in the sauna.
At our last parting, they gave me a gift box, with instructions to think of them when I used it. A few days later, I was feeling a bit horny after dinner. To get a bit of privacy, I told Ma and Pops I was going to do some sorting of stuff up in my room. After closing my door, I pulled the wrapping paper off what was a beautifully inlaid wood box with a large bird on the top medallion. I chuckled, wondering if the iconography was symbolizing "Winger" or "swallow." Opening the box, I found a set of graduated stainless steel balls nestled in black velvet, with a tiny note card in Kathy's handwriting saying "Insert us". I lightly recalled reading about ben wah balls, but I had never actually seen any.
Picking one up, I was caught unawares when the weight of the ball shifted slightly. Holding it in my palm, it would roll and twist in odd ways. Each of the balls were abstractly carved, giving each a unique character. Obviously, this set wasn't a trivial purchase. Praying to God that Ma wouldn't decide to come up and help me "sort", I selected two of the balls, shucked my drawers, and sat down on my bed before sliding the balls between my lips.
Once inside, the balls felt really unusual. I was expecting something akin to a cock or dildo, but it wasn't quite that. The extra weight of the balls made it a unique sensation, but the real difference was their ability to separate, rotate, and click back together. Adjusting my position or any flexing of my pelvic muscles would move the balls about randomly. It was such a turn on. A touch by my hand would set off its normal pleasure, which would cause me to flex inside, forcing the balls to move, causing a burst of pleasure, which would cause me to adjust my position, moving the balls yet again, cascading the pleasure ever higher. In my mind, I thought of Kathy, to thank her for such an exquisite gift.
"You're welcome, dear. Jerry and I are looking forward to enjoying them with you sometime."
Edging myself closer to the impending powerful orgasm, the fantasy changed. Kathy faded, and I heard another familiar, smirking voice in my head. "Hey Belle! Wanna dance?"
Red had been a waitress at the restaurant the Wingers had taken me. We had had some fun that night, but she was like the food or the decor that night: an integral part of the restaurant, unable to be experienced in any other context. Still, she became a private fantasy of mine. Whenever my thoughts drifted to the erotic, Red would be there. She was impish, mischievously taunting me. She would change the fantasy, turning things on its head. It was an endless source of creativity for me.
"Sure Red. Let's Dance."
In the fantasy, we were both wearing light silk robes. I took her hand and she pulled me to my feet. With a mock formality, she pulled me into a waltz stance. Our eyes locked with a click, and we began to dance. Her hair was shining, and when her eyes caught the light, they reminded me of jewels. With a flash of her smile, she pulled her hand from behind my back and placed it upon my mons. Moaning, I pressed myself forward, increasing the pressure.
"God, you're wet," said Red.
"I doubt you are any less." I replied, reaching into her robe. I pulled my hand back with a shock.
"Surprise, Belle!"
Hearing a click, I tugged open her robe, revealing a dildo harness. I chuckled. "A bit harder than I expected," I said, gripping the base of her shaft. "But still plenty damp."
Facing each other, I allowed her to penetrate, and then we took each other's hands. Slowly, we started to dance. Reminding me of tai chi, we moved our hands together in large, graceful, sweeping motions. Balancing each other, we swung and swayed, controlling the depth of the penetration with our legs. It felt magnificent, and sexy. When our chests would brush, Red's face would crinkle in slowly approaching orgasm.
As we continued dancing, I kept hearing a gentle click. I suddenly realized with each click, Red's cock kept growing. Quickly opening my eyes, Red's impish look revealed she knew what was going through my mind. Another click happened and I realized I wasn't able to stand flat footed any more. Shifting my weight from foot to foot, I was high-pointed on Red's cock. She pulled me in for a deep kiss, moving our arms out in an extended cross. Then, leaning back, she completely suspended me on the cock. As if on cue, the cock clicked, driving a shockwave of pleasure deep through me. Click, click, click. The cock machine gunned me into a screaming orgasm.
I found myself back on my bed, with Red smiling, gently stroking a giant 18 inch cock with her palm as she and the fantasy faded away. As I sat up, I heard a final click as the ben wah balls fell out onto the bed. As I recovered, I felt incredible. I had the feeling that a simple click was never going to sound quite the same way again.
We finally got to Roxbury University. The campus founders were big admirers of English Universities such as Cambridge and Oxford, and much of the architecture reflected that. My dorm, Lincoln House, was a section of a Georgian revival complex surrounding a quad. The dorms were one of the things that drew me to the school. Each House is a four-story building. The ground floor is common space, along with an apartment for the Resident Assistant. Then each of the three upper floors is 4 dorms (two front, two back), with 2 to a dorm. I really liked the small, intimate accommodations that this promised. Tiger Ma was pushing me towards the all female options, but I chose co-ed accommodations. I had no interest in living in a nunnery.
With all the people moving in, the quad was filled with chaos. In front of Lincoln house, there was a check-in table, manned by a pretty African American girl.
"Hello! My name is Tara Li,"I said as I offered my hand. "I need to check in. You must be the RA?"
"I'm Mia Tibbits. It's good to meet you! Sorry to disappoint, but I'm a fellow freshman. Our RA Keily got pulled away to deal with an emergency. But here is your initial packet. You are... Hey! You are next to me! Third floor, front." Turning towards the building to gesture, she pointed, "I'm on the left, and you are on the right. I think your roommate is already here."
Mia turned to another girl "Hey Mallory! Can you show Tara and her folks here up to 3-1? I'll see if I can get some of the guys to help with the luggage..."
"Hi! I'm Mallory. Wow, are those Ingra Allen shoes?" she said, admiring my graduation gift. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Ma give a small smile of satisfaction. "Well, let's show you to your room, so you know where to drop your stuff."
As we entered, she said, rolling her eyes, "Welcome to the Common. Last decorated in the late nineties." It was a bit scruffy, true, but her jab was a bit overkill. "The RA's apartment is here, and here are the stairs. The elevator is currently on the fritz."
As we climbed the stairs to the second floor, Pops asked "So Mallory, what is your major?"
"Going into Pre-Law. Following my father's footsteps." Mallory said nonchalantly. Ma had been full-court pressing me to take up the Law. While I hadn't crossed law-school off my list of possibilities, Law always seemed a bit slimy to me. Even if you are on the side of the angels, you are looking for exception-making or false perception. While I was not sure it was my final choice, I was able to sell Ma and Pops on the title Doctor a Psychology degree would likely lead to, and if I switched majors, the benefits of the universality of the principles of psychology were obvious.
"Here we are. Your new home, or at least a place you can safely leave your laptop."
Glancing at Ma and Pops with a big smile, I pulled out my keycard from my packet, and opened the door to my new home. My roommate was inside, putting the sheets on her bed.
