Sorry Bob

Chapter 1

Chrissy and Dana entered the women's restroom on the second floor at the same time. Chrissy held the door momentarily for Dana. Without a word they headed for the stalls taking adjacent ones. Dana unbuckled her jeans, unzipped the short zipper, and pulled her jeans and underwear down. She say heavily letting out a short sigh. She really had to go.

Dana pulled her panties from under her skirt and sat, flicking the back of her skirt up. She heard Chrissy's sigh. "Just made it," she asked chuckling.

"Had to go since my eight o'clock class." Came the reply. They chuckled together.

"It's such a change after high school to have decent restrooms where you can depend on a roll of toilet paper," Dana muttered.

"Amen," Chrissy responded.

After a brief pause Dana said, "Has Bob Rixler been pestering you recently?"

"You mean . . .?"

"Yeah. Every time I see him I can feel that thing of his up against my ass." The toilet flushed. Chrissy flushed hers. The two girls met as they exited the stalls. At the sink Dana said, "He put his hand on my boob yesterday."

"Jeez. Did you tell someone?"

"Who? It would be his word against mine." She dropped her voice an octave. " 'I might have accidentally touched her. You know how crowded the halls can be'. I can just hear him. And the Dean, Mr. Touchy-feely himself saying, 'Well, don't let it happen again.' When I said something to my mom, she said, 'Well, boys will be boys.' I'd like to cut that 'boy's' dick off."

"Yeah."

They fell silent as they finished washing their hands.

Chapter 2

"I've been thinking."

"That's dangerous. Remember, it may be college, but you're still in school," Dana replied. They laughed. They had run into each other in the parking lot as they headed home.

"Bob Rixler," Chrissy said. Dana looked at her and stuck her finger down her throat. "Yeah. Him," she said nodding. "I wonder how many other girls he does that to. You'd think he'd have grown up once he graduated from high school."

"He probably does it to everybody. That is, everyone with a set of boobs and a pussy," Dana replied, a thoughtful look on her face.

"Let's ask around and see."

"Why?"

"I've got an idea."

The look on Chrissy's face made Dana smile. "I know you. This is gonna be good."

Chapter 3

Later that week they sat together drinking coffee in the student lounge.

Dana said, "I asked around . . . ,"

"So did I," Chrissy interrupted. "And?"

Dana hesitated, then whispered, "It seems that if you fill his T & A quotient, you're a target." She cleared her throat by way of emphasizing her meaning.

"Oo, I hadn't thought about that, but I think you're right." She paused as though reflecting. "Yeah, if you've got good sized boobs and a nice butt . . . . Hmm. Maybe so."

They whispered for an hour before tossing their coffee cups in the trash and leaving.

The following day they took Bev aside. She said No, but Dana and Chrissy told her to think about it. She still said No.

Josie was a definite maybe as were several others.

Sherry was in from the get-go.

Chapter 4

Bob selected his third girl for the day. It gave him a hard on just to contemplate it.

Sherry turned suddenly ready to lay out who ever was behind her. She saw Bob. He moved swiftly putting on an 'it wasn't me' expression. Sherry came toward him. He braced himself. Sherry looked him in the eye. She was a big girl, but she was wearing a coy smile.

Jeez, he thought. He'd fantasized more about her than most any other girl. Big boobs and a nice ass. Jeez, she was still smiling. She closed the distance between them. He continued to brace himself. She was good with sarcasm, and he was genuinely afraid she could easily lay him out if she took a swing at him.

She was an inch from his ear. "I felt that," she said in a low, sexy voice. He froze. She looked down at his crotch, then her hip brushed against his.

She turned and headed down the hall. He stayed in his frozen state for a few more seconds before he felt he could move and breathe safely. He began to feel lightheaded.

He targeted several more girls before the two o'clock classes began. Most ignored him. One gave him a hateful stare.

The eight to five classes were over. Evening classes remained for those who worked. There would be students taking those classes well into the evening, but Bob was preparing to leave. He headed to his car when he noticed Dana talking to Chrissy not too far away. Dana peeled off from the conversation and headed away from Chrissy. She carried an instrument case. Probably going to band practice, Bob thought. This was one of the few community colleges that actually had a pep band that played during some of the athletic events.

He was feeling bold and began to wonder if he could get hold of her boob. She came toward him. The parking aisles were wide. There was no logical way the two should run into each other.

At the last second he stepped out in front of her. Just before they collided, he put his hand out as though to cushion the blow.

It worked as though she wanted him to do it. She wasn't looking at him. Just walking when they collided. Instead of jerking away and giving him a hate stare, she didn't move when his hand closed over her breast.

She smiled. "Hi, Bob." She still didn't move.

He squeezed. Oh my god, he thought. I've got her boob in my hand . . . and she's smiling.

"You can let go now," she said with a smile, "I don't think I'll fall over." His eyes were wide as he released her and watched her continue on toward the music building.

He went back inside to try one more. It would cap the day he held Dana Tarbel's boob. Moving in quietly, he came within inches of Bev Thomas when she stepped back from a drinking fountain. She pushed into his erection and shrieked. Bob left hurriedly as she slung insults and threats at his quickly retreating form.

It must not be something in the water, he thought, his heart pounding. His sudden recall of her boyfriend, a heavy weight wrestler left him so short of breath, he was forced to lean against a door jam until his breathing became normal. Confused, he struggled back across the parking lot. He sat in his car for a few minutes to allow his body to calm before heading to his job.

Chapter 5

The first girl he found himself near as students filled the hallways and classrooms the next day had never threatened him in the past, but occasionally had given him warning stares. Today he positioned his left arm at the height of her breasts. It held the strap to his backpack. He turned suddenly into her and felt the softness of her body along the length of his arm.

She didn't move. "Hi, Bob. Careful there. You OK?" She moved to catch his backpack as though it might have fallen. That move rubbed her breasts even more seductively along his arm. It felt to him that she was purposely rubbing herself on his bare arm. She seemed to be looking into his eyes as she did it.

Something leaked into his underwear. He stifled a groan.

The day was mixed with a number of girls seeming to be pleased with their encounters, rubbing their hips or breasts willingly, pleasantly, erotically against him. The rest treated him as they always had with reactions ranging from ignoring him all the way to threats of imminent violence.

He began to concentrate more on those who seemed pleasantly surprised with his attentions.

Chapter 6

Chrissy, Dana, and Sherry suddenly appeared around him as he prepared to leave for the day. He was trapped, almost pushed into a corner of the hallway. Fear gripped him. Sherry stood as a guard. Her bulk completely hemmed him in.

Chrissy and Dana were way too close. He could smell the peppermint on Dana's breath and feel their soft warmth. Dana touched him. He yelped and tried to step back further into the bricks that formed the hallway corner. No one had ever touched him . . . there. Dana didn't let go while Chrissy's hand sought his balls just beyond Dana's grip. Both girls' fingers were in motion. He was truly frightened.

"You don't mind, do you," Dana asked as she fingered him through his jeans.

"No" was what he meant to say, but he wasn't sure what he did say. She continued to stroke him as did Chrissy.

Dana leaned in very close. "Come over to my house Friday. I wanna have a good look as this." Sherry took his hand and pulled it to her pressing it against her pussy. "We can have some real fun," Dana continued. "My parents are going away for the weekend." Her voice was low and hard to hear in the noise of the hallway, but her lips were near his ear. "You ever seen a girl naked? I've never seen a boy naked. Friday, 8:30, my house." She pressed all the information he'd need into his shirt pocket, running her free hand over his chest as she spoke. She felt his erection throb. He nodded.

"See ya," Chrissy said seductively as the three girls left the stunned boy pressed into the corner of the hallway.

Bob extracted the paper Dana had left him. He unfolded it expecting the worst, but having no idea what the worst might be. On it he read in her beautiful, looping script, "This Friday. 1481 N. Potter. 8:30. xxx-xxx-xxxx."

Chapter 7

A lot of cars were parked here and there along the curb and in the drive. Bob found a place three doors down. He walked up the sidewalk. Was he late? No one else seemed to be arriving and it was rather late to be starting a party. Come to think of it, she never did say what kind of a party it was, though she did mention naked girls. He slowed. What was he getting into?

The idea of naked girls propelled him, albeit slowly up the walk to the door. She'd also said she wanted to see 'his thing'. He couldn't stop now.

He rang the doorbell fully prepared for something awful to happen. Would they laugh and jeer at him? Would they scoff telling him that he was a pervert thinking they were interested in him? Would Dana's mother open the door and tell him Dana was not at home?

The door was swept open allowing the sound of music and the laughter of a number of girls to sweep over him in a wave. "Hi, Bob! Come on in," Dana said enthusiastically. She reached out and pulled on his sleeve. Sherry was in the immediate background as were several of the other girls that had seemed pleased with his recent attentions.

He stumbled over the threshold as he was pulled in. Someone steadied him while other hands took unseemly liberties as he was moved into the center of the living room. Beer, booze, and snacks were everywhere as were empty and partially empty glasses. Plates with crumbs and forks were crowded in amongst the glasses. Josie insisted he enjoy a sip of her drink. Several others did the same until Dana brought him his own drink.

"Dance with me." It was Sherry. She snuggled in close then moved back a foot or so and began gyrating wildly to the music. After several songs which required no touching, a slower paced song allowed for more intimate dancing. She pressed her breasts against his chest and now and again rubbed her pussy against his erection.

He danced with everyone. He drank things he had no idea about. He spoke seductively to girls he thought would never speak to him.

Dana slid into his arms. "You ready to see a naked girl," she asked, her lips on his ear. Lightly she bit his earlobe.

"Uh huh," he responded, barely able to contain himself. The clock on the mantle told him it was after one in the morning. He'd never drunk much and tonight he'd drunk a lot.

"Who do you want to see first?" Dana snuggled further into his arms.

In confusion he looked around. They were all smiling. They all seemed ready to please. "Ah," he looked around in a panic not wanting to insult anyone, just desperate to see any of them naked.

Dana moved away and turned bringing his arm around her clasping his hands to her breasts. "Shanice, you start."

Shanice looked thrilled. She moved to the center of the living room. Dana leaned her head back. Looking up at Bob, she said, "Why don't you take one thing off for each of us that gets naked? We want to see you naked as well." He nodded his head enthusiastically.

Shanice was dancing. The other girls were clapping in time with the music. The rhythms were upbeat and erotic. Shanice played with the hem of her t-shirt before shimmying it up. She teased with views of the bottom of her bra before pulling the shirt off and tossing it over her shoulder.

Dana had taken hold of Bob's erection alternately stroking it and gripping it tightly. Bob was about to go crazy, he was sure. All his playing around in the hallways was paying off. Girls really did like what he did. He'd do it all the more now. He'd be the guest of honor at lots of these parties.

The girls would get naked and he'd get to fuck them. He was sure that they would want him to fuck them once they got naked.

The shirt landed on the carpet. Shanice never paused. Her boobies bounced as she kept time while she unbuttoned and unzipped. She hesitated in her dance as she pulled her shorts off. She held them in front of her panties until she was in time with the dance again, then tossed them over her shoulder.

Dana held him tightly, almost too tightly, as Shanice undressed. Shanice's sandals were gone. All that remained were her bra and panties. Her black lace underwear contrasted erotically with her silky skin. Her hands went behind her back. Her bra slid off with loud cheers and clapping. There had been no tease, but she followed up with a twist of the shoulders and a spin during which she bent and gyrated her hips.

One second she was covered and the next those lovely boobies were bouncing free. Her nipples stood out pointing slightly upward, dark chocolate tips on her mocha orbs. She smiled making it clear that seeing the effect she was having was the height of enjoyment for her.

Suddenly she stopped. Naked except for her panties she waited. The girls began to chant, "Take it off," "Take 'em off," while whistling and stamping their feet. She looked at Bob and slowly put her thumbs in the waistband of her panties. She wriggled her hips. Bob could feel something seeping inside his underwear. His breathing was ragged. Dana kept up the pressure on him.

Shanice in a combination bend and crouch pulled her panties off tossing them at Bob. The girls whistled and cheered as they hit Dana in the face and dropped to the floor. A dark area around her pussy showed the limits of the tight curls she had shaved to enhance her puffy lips.

Shanice came over, took one of Bob's hands and placed it on her breast, its hard nipple was a point of fire on his palm. Bob was hyperventilating.

Calls for Bob to remove something finally resolved to "shirt, shirt." Dana released him and he tore off his shirt. Bob's pudginess was no match for Shanice's beauty, but the girls cheered and applauded anyway.

Shanice rejoined the bystanders clapping and cheering. "Dana, Dana," came the cry and Dana slipped away from Bob. She took the center of the floor whirling twice before stopping. She seemed to listen intently to the music. She looked down, shoulders hunched forward, hands at her sides. Her fingers twitched.

Her right foot picked up the beat. Her fingers snapped to the beat. Her head came up slowly finding Bob's eyes. Her hips moved seductively before her whole body took up the beat. Soon she was whirling and stomping. Her hands, like a ballerina's emphasized the motion of her legs, her hips, her shoulders.

Seemingly with no effort or assistance her blouse left her, floating like a sail to the floor. The girls stamped and cheered. Her bra, the color of her blouse seemed a blaze of fuchsia on her chest accenting her breasts.

Her skirt flowed upward from her knees held at the hem by her expressive hands. Panties of the same fuchsia, were briefly exposed. The skirt was lowered in time to the savage beat of the music. In her whirling, her panties were exposed, then covered again by her coal black skirt.

Bob watched rooted to his spot on the living room carpet. Chrissy was standing behind him, her hand between his legs. Even through his jeans she felt the dampness. Occasionally she rubbed her breasts against his back.

Suddenly the skirt sailed into the air and floated serenely to the carpet ignoring the continuing heavy beat of the music.

Again Dana stopped. Her head and shoulders drooped. Her hands hung at her side, fingers twitching. The lace panties revealed and concealed what lay beneath. A small black bow highlighted the center of the lace waistband. A dark spot highlighted her crotch.

She began moving as she had earlier. The beat began with her foot and spread throughout her body. She whirled only to stop dead seeming to wait as her body again let the beat move from her foot upward.

No blond curls worked their way through the lace. The hint of a dark slit revealed what the curls would have covered. Her hips twitched as she lowered her panties. Breathlessly Bob watched as millimeter by millimeter her flesh was revealed. Her eyes never left his. When her pussy had been fully revealed, a sharp kick sent the panties into the air.

Naked, her body moving with the beat, she came to Bob. A foot away she stopped. From behind Chrissy gripped his straining cock tightly. Dana held an index finger to her lips, kissed it, then, taking Bob's eyes with it lowered it to her pussy. Slowly she pushed the finger inside.

She pumped the finger. Her mouth opened in a perfect O. She pulled the shining finger out bringing it slowly to Bob's mouth. She rested it on his lips circling the tip until Bob's lips opened. Her aroma, the flavor of her hot pussy overwhelmed his senses. Chrissy felt the throbbing of his cock as his climax sent a torrent of cum into his underwear.

Chrissy unfastened his belt and unzipped him. "These pants have got to go," she told the crowd. She pulled them down until they rested on top of his Nike's. His cock was still hard.

The cheering continued as Chrissy took firm hold and began to slowly stroke him. Two of the girls helped stabilize him with his pants hobbling him.

The music stopped. The room fell quiet. Chrissy stepped away. The girls holding Bob in place found a straight chair and seated him. They moved away allowing all the focus to be on Bob.

"Show us how you can do it," Sherry said encouragingly. "We want to see that stuff shoot out of your dick."

They watched, their faces full of wonderment and curiosity.

Bob began to masturbate as he watched Sherry silently remove her top. "I've always wanted to see your tits," he blubbered. He worked faster. Sherry moved slowly, silently watching him masturbate. Her bra followed. No one said anything. There was no savage, thumping music. Her breasts were large with erotically swollen nipples adding intensity to her womanly mystique. He pumped himself harder.

She unbuttoned and unzipped. Opening, her jeans, she showed him her unshaven pussy lips. Still naked, Dana and Shanice stood beside her helping push her jeans lower and lower until they were near her knees.

She pushed a finger inside her pussy and pumped. As she did, Dana and Shanice supported her while pulling off her jeans and panties.

Bob's climax hit. It was his third climax of the evening. There was little left of his cum. It was mostly in his underwear. What little was left dribbled out trailing down his cock onto his balls and the seat of the chair.

No one said anything.

Suddenly the party resumed. The loud music startled him, the booze flowed.

He woke on his porch at home. He sat in the swing which had been used for generations as couples enjoyed pleasant afternoons, romantic evenings. Totally naked, he shivered in the darkness. His mother stood over him.

"What have you done?" Her voice seethed with anger.

Chapter 8

The next day, Saturday, May 15, 2010, was a day he would never forget. In his email was a missive from Dana.