4. The Bedroom
The new couple, Derek and Abby, were both tired at the end of the party where they had met, stripped one another and made love while others watched. For both of them it was like a dream, doing things they had only fantasized about in the past. It had happened so fast that both of them were a bit disoriented - Derek had met the girl of his dreams, and hoped he could hold onto her. Abby had met the boy of her dreams, and hoped he could continue to handle her needs and compulsions. He was living up to her expectations so far. Both of them had found something rare - a partner who reveled in exhibitionism and sex with an audience.
Leaving the party, Abby's sister Melissa dropped them off at Derek's. All was quiet when they arrived at the small house that he shared with two other students at the local university. Each one had his own room.
"Abby, sleep with me in my bed tonight."
"Gee, Derek, I don't know if I should. After all, we just met today."
"Come, my wonderful wanton willing wench!"
"You must have spent some effort on that alliteration."
"Yeah, I did, but you are."
"Wanton? Willing? I don't know, Derek, I hardly know you, it's a sin, you might touch my lady-parts..."
"But I already know you - in the biblical sense."
Laughter all around. Derek pulled up Abby's little dress; she had already lost the open-tit bra and improvised rope panties that Melissa had retrieved after the party.
"You look fantastic naked."
"You should know, you've hardly seen me dressed. I look great in regular clothes, though. Maybe I'll put some on for you sometime. But hey, how come you're single and you have such a big bed?"
"I found it cheap at a garage sale last fall. I guess I'm the eternal optimist."
Exhausted from the late hour and from the party, both partners fell into Derek's big bed, savored again that head-to-toe contact, and were asleep in minutes. In the half-delirium of sleep they held each other, savoring the easy contact as though they had been lovers for years. When both partners want it badly enough the start of a relationship can be explosive.
The next morning, a Sunday, Abby woke up having to pee; she roused a groggy Derek and asked where the bathroom was. He mumbled something about turning right and on the right side. She said, "but I'm naked!"
Beginning to wake up, Derek replied, "I know. I'm used to it."
He pointed to a towel crumpled at the foot of his bed; Abby wrapped it around her hips and objected, not very convincingly, that she was still half-naked. "If I go out like this, someone might see my tits!"
"You might even think I wouldn't mind my housemates seeing them."
"Oh, you're naughty!"
Abby slapped Derek's arm, planted a kiss on his chest and ventured into the hall. She was gone a long time. Half-asleep again in the early morning half-light, Derek thought he heard whispers outside his door. After a long delay Abby reappeared bringing a surprise with her.
"I found Allison in the hallway. You didn't tell me there was another woman in the house."
Allison was John's girlfriend, one of the housemates. "I talked her into coming in here so she could watch us fuck. I told her that we prefer to do it with an audience. Is that ok?"
"Wow, that's wonderful. Hey Allison, are you sure you're ok with this?"
"Well, Derek," Allison replied hesitantly, "I don't know. I've never had an offer like this before. I'm not sure how to take it. Your girlfriend is really direct. John and I finally went all the way last night, it was the most awesome experience of my life. He's still out cold - you know he's not a morning person. Then I came across this half-naked beauty in the hallway. She introduced herself and made this astounding proposition. I just had to see if it was real."
Derek replied calmly, as though this happened every day, "It turns out we're both exhibitionists. I think Abby's an exhibitionist nymphomaniac. Why don't you pull my desk chair up by the bed and watch the show."
Allison hesitated, then settled her slim frame on the chair, crossing her long legs in her bathrobe (actually John's bathrobe) and letting her straight blond hair fall free in front of her. The bathrobe fell open on one side, revealing a long white thigh and the curve of a slim hip. But Allison was so enthralled and nervous that she didn't notice, or at least didn't acknowledge her exposure. Abby threw back the covers to find that Derek, lying on his back, already had a full erection, a combination of his normal morning woodie and the setup that his girlfriend of twelve hours had arranged. He also found it exciting that Allison saw him that way. Abby slid in beside her new boyfriend and grasped his cock in one hand.
"Allison, do you like Derek's cock? I love it when it's nice and stiff."
Allison put both hands to her face and stared. "This is so amazing, you're actually touching him while I watch?"
"I'm going to do a lot more than that."
With that Abby lowered her lips to the tip of Derek's straining cock and kissed it. She took more and more into her mouth until she had to let go to slide almost the whole thing in and out. When Derek started straining and moaning, she pulled out and waved his glistening, twitching penis in Allison's general direction.
"Wow, I've never seen anyone do that. It's nasty, but it's so hot. He must love that."
"Well, Derek, tell her."
"You're right, it's awesome, she's awesome, she's a great cocksucker. And I like to see her tits swing while she does it."
