The New Boarder 02: New Action

All of my writing is fiction and the stories and characters are all products of my imagination. They were created for my fun and, hopefully, your enjoyment. Some of the events in the stories are not particularly condoned nor encouraged by the author but are there to create and enhance the story of the imaginary characters and their lives. Comments are always encouraged and carefully reviewed. All characters within the story that need to be are 18 years of age or older. Hope you enjoy!

This is a continuation of my story

The New Boarder

. It would certainly help to read that one first as there's a good bit of character introduction there. Also, the details of the situation.

The morning was a day of individuals. Larry was up and off to work early after fixing his own breakfast. Veronica wasn't far behind him. Sammi had a 9:00 class so she slept in a little and then went to school. It wasn't like Veronica wanted to see her so they could sit down and talk about last night with a few questions:

"Did you like the way that Larry and I were having sex?"

"Do you want me to explain anything or show you what I was doing?"

"Did you go back to your room and enjoy your bullet after we finished?"

Not exactly questions she was thinking about asking Sammi. Still, they had made eye contact while it was happening and there was no way to deny it had happened. She had about decided she wasn't going to say anything and leave any interaction regarding it to Sammi. Of course, Larry was still totally in the dark about the whole thing.

It was that very night however, at dinner, that Sammi looked at Veronica, a big smile on her face. Veronica thought this might be it, from the look of the smile.

"Guess what?" Sammi asked, seeming just a little excited.

"No idea," Veronica answered, not wanting to go anywhere with that possible invitation.

"I've got a date," was Sammi's quick reply. Now even Larry looked up from his food. It was not at all something that Veronica was expecting.

"Sounds cool," she said. "Who's the lucky guy?"

"His name's Andy. He's kind of a techno-geek. But he's helped me a whole lot at school with tech stuff, saved my butt a couple of times." She laughed. "He's just a nice guy and we've been hanging out at school a lot. I been encouraging him to ask me out but I think he wasn't getting the message. Thought I was going to have to say, 'Why don't you ask me for a date? I'll probably say yes.' I think he finally figured it out and he asked me this morning. No big deal, really. We're going to a movie and maybe get a burger or something."

"I hope we get a chance to meet him," Veronica replied, really interested to see a guy that Sammi might date. She'd called him a techno-geek which seemed to rhyme with nerd to her. She thought that anyone who was described that way would be pretty awed to have a girl who looked like Sammi take an interest in him.

"Probably will when he picks me up Friday night. He's not the best-looking guy around, but he's just so nice and friendly and helpful, you can't help but like him."

Even Larry got in on the conversation. "Hope it all works out for you, Sammi."

She giggled. "I don't think he's a life-partner type, yanno. Just a nice guy and we get along well. We'll see."

Friday came, Sammi got home from school, took a quick shower and had a little dinner with them.

"You look nice," Veronica said, looking Sammi over. Of course, Sammi looked nice even when she didn't look nice. Now though, she looked particularly nice, her long blond hair not in the usual pony tail but styled nicely around that very pretty face with those sparkling blue eyes, enhanced with some carefully applied makeup. The blouse she had chosen nicely highlighted her more than ample bustline and her skirt was short enough to make her legs look long and enticing. "Andy, isn't that his name, should be more than happy to be seen with you."

The tiniest hint of pink crossed Sammi's cheeks. "Thanks. I hope so. I said before, he's not the best-looking guy on the planet for sure but, he's so nice it more than makes up for that."

As if on cue, the doorbell rang and Sammi jumped up to answer it. She opened the door and ushered Andy into the living room.

"Guys, this is Andy Benson," she said, gesturing to a very tall and very slender young man who seemed just a little ill-at-ease. "Andy, this is Veronica and Larry, the very kind people who are letting me stay with them."

Andy sort of half-bowed toward Veronica. "Hello," he said. Then, he stuck out his hand toward Larry and they shook. "Hello," he said to Larry.

"So, we've heard about you from Sammi and it's nice to meet you," Veronica added, smiling at Andy whose face turned a bright red.

"The same," he said. Andy was obviously not a conversationalist with strangers. But beyond the red face he had a very warm and friendly smile. Veronica wondered why he wasn't wearing glasses as they certainly would have fit his look and what Sammi had said about him.

Sammi took hold of his hand, a kind of protective gesture Veronica thought, and Andy responded with a huge smile and a look that clearly expressed his happiness for what she had done. And mercifully, Sammi was leading him to the front door, away from his embarrassment, and Veronica and Larry who were causing it.

"We'll probably be late," Sammi said, so don't worry about us." She looked up at Andy. "Andy will take good care of me." Andy looked like he might faint at hearing that statement but Sammi evidently did squeeze his hand and then pulled it up in front of her. "Ready?" she said to him. Andy didn't look quite ready for Sammi but he was going, none-the-less. They disappeared out the front door.

"Wonder what that's about?" Larry commented.

"What do you mean?"

"They look like they go together about like orange juice and tooth paste." He was chuckling a little.

"She says he's a really nice guy and she wanted to go out with him."

"Whatever," he grumped, but with a smile.

"You just wanted her to stay home so you could look down her shirt at those tits again."

"Not all bad," he countered. "On the other hand, you got any baggy shirts?"

She took it as a challenge, even though she knew he was only teasing. They sat down to watch a little TV and after about an hour, Veronica excused herself for a restroom break. If he wanted to look down a baggy shirt and see tits, she'd take care of that. She went to her room and found an old t-shirt she hadn't worn for ages. She stretched the neck, tried it on and checked in the mirror. Not good. More stretching and checking. Ugh. She finally got some scissors and quickly cut away much of the front. Now when she bent over in front of the mirror, the full-length mirror as the dresser mirror didn't go low enough, she smiled at her success. Her very ample breasts were clearly on display. Not satisfied with just that, she reached under the shirt and pinched her nipples, then rolled them between her thumb and forefinger. Still not satisfied, she pulled on them a little, finally reaching under the shirt and pushing them up till she could suck hard on them. She felt a little weird doing that but it was working. She looked down the shirt. She knew her nipples were as long as they'd ever been. At least she thought so. When Larry was sucking, she was never concerned with checking the length, just shivering from how good it made it feel.

Chastising herself for letting her mind wander, she went back downstairs. Larry's eyes were solidly on the TV. She stepped in front of him. He looked up. She bent over. He looked down.

"What the hell?" he garbled out, not moving his eyes from what he was seeing.

"Well," Veronica giggled to him. "Better than hers?"

"You competing with Sammi?"

"Thought I might need to."

Not wasting any more time, Larry lifted the shirt, gave a couple of squeezes and then took a nipple in his mouth. Letting go he said, "Tastes like Wintergreen." She had eaten a piece of Wintergreen candy just before she went upstairs.

"Special for you," she recovered, not quite ready to tell him she'd sucked her own nipples to get them ready for him.

"See," he responded. "That's the difference. Yours taste like Wintergreen. Not sure what hers taste like. Maybe cinnamon?"

Veronica smashed her breasts against his face. "Asshole. Maybe I'll just smother you with them then."

He twisted against them, truly enjoying having her tits in his face. When she backed up a little, he laughed out, "Newspaper headlines. Man smothered by redheaded wife's giant, Wintergreen flavored tits."

"Ready to go up and see what other flavors you might be able to find?"

"Sure, but you might want to check around when you get up there too, see what flavors YOU can find."

She was sure she'd do that. Plus, she had enjoyed Sammi's bullet so much that she now had one of her own. Maybe Larry would like to mess with that a little too. He was always wanting to try something new.

****

It had been good, just as she knew it would be. Her nipples were actually a little sore from the working over they'd gotten once the two were in bed. Plus, she had discovered that Larry tasted just like he usually did. A tiny bit salty. No spicy flavor of any kind. But she loved that and could hardly get enough of it. Plus, he was fascinated with the bullet, enjoying it so much she had orgasmed three times and finally had to tell him to stop. Then, when he was at last inside of her, she discovered she was so swollen and sensitive that just the hint of him bumping her clit as he pounded away nearly brought on number four.

Now though, Larry was asleep, but her blood was still pumping so fast that she was not about to drop off so she had her Kindle and was reading a western. She loved westerns, particularly if they were a little spicy as well. And, she was wondering, as she hadn't heard Sammi come in yet. She might have missed her but there was one board, under the hallway carpet, that gave out a plaintive squeak when anyone stepped on it. She'd tried to get Larry to fix it, like their bedroom door. She had to smile when she thought of that door. Neither had been repaired and she had stopped bringing it up. She hadn't heard the squeak and so, was wondering.

About half way through the chapter, she heard the front door open. Sammi was home. She waited for the squeak to tell her that Sammi was on the way to her room. No squeak. No other sounds either. She read a little more. Nothing. She finished the chapter. Still no squeak.

Now, totally curious, Veronica crept out of bed and went to the door. She opened it slowly. Just the glow of the nightlight in the hallway breaking the blackness, but no sounds. She crept into the hallway and toward the stairway. She thought she heard something but wasn't sure. At the stairway, she could see a faint glow from below. A light was on but she hadn't left a light on. Slowly she went down the stairs to the landing and stopped. Bending down she was able to see into the living room. Her eyes snapped wide open.

She could see Andy sitting on the couch. Sammi was on her knees in front of him and her head was bobbing up and down, only something didn't seem quite right. Veronica could hear very faint noises coming from Andy but Sammi suddenly stopped what she was doing and shushed him. Then, right back to work, but just for a few seconds. Veronica could see Andy arching up toward the back of the couch and Sammi quickly stopped and stood up, motioning to Andy. He stood up to let Sammi take his place and Veronica could quickly see what had been wrong. Andy's cock was huge. Not fat, just very long. And Sammi, taking all that she could in her mouth, was still a long way from his torso and that's what had looked strange. As he was moving around and getting settled, Veronica could feel herself tingling just a little, watching that thing swinging back and forth.

But Sammi was settled and Andy was quickly on his knees, his head between her legs and it was Sammi's turn to try to stay quiet. She was only partially successful as Veronica could hear some very gentle moaning coming from her. In a few more moments, she was the one leaning back hard against the couch and she looked to be jerking just a little and the moans were a little more frequent and plaintive.

Suddenly she sat up and grabbed Andy's head and pulled him up as she slid forward on the couch. That gigantic instrument swung toward Sammi, who appeared to grab it. She could see Andy thrust forward accompanied by a little squeal from Sammi who took his face in her hands and obviously said something to him. Then Andy was moving in and out a little more slowly and Sammi was pulling her blouse up and lifting her bra up over her breasts. Even at the pace he was going, Andy didn't last long as he pulled his tool out and shot loads of cum on Sammi's chest and stomach. He stood up and so did Sammi, she running to the kitchen and returning with a load of paper towels, trying to clean herself up a little. Satisfied, she pulled the bra down, then the blouse. Andy was now dressed and she was leading him to the front door. A sweet little kiss and he was out the door, Veronica thinking the kiss was totally inappropriate for what had just happened.

She quietly scampered back up the steps though, and into her room and hadn't been there long when she heard the familiar squeak. She knew Sammi wouldn't risk a shower at this time of night so she might just have to sleep with the remnants of Andy all over her. She decided they were kind of even, although Sammi didn't know it yet. Larry had no idea. Sammi knew a good bit. But Veronica was the one who had the whole story. She smiled.

They all gathered for breakfast the next day, as usual, except that Veronica couldn't quite look at Sammi in her usual way. Each time she tried to say something to her, she found herself smiling, with a different kind of a smile, like she knew something special about Sammi . . . which she did.

"How was your date with Andy," she couldn't resist from asking, of course.

"It was nice," Sammi replied very nonchalantly.

"He as nice a guy as you thought?"

"Better," she answered, smiling.

"Oh, in what way?"

"Just better," was Sammi's response, looking at Veronica is a very quizzical manner.

Afraid she might burst out laughing, Veronica decided to leave it alone. "That's good," she said, knowing just how Andy was better, in at least one way, than most guys.

Sammi had watched Veronica's face as she was quizzing her and couldn't help but be a little suspicious. She hadn't missed the 'I know a secret" smile that had been there and she was wondering. Did she know a secret? Her date with Andy hadn't turned out the way she had expected for sure. He was shy and didn't know how to handle it while they were out and guys were looking at him and then hitting on her all evening. She had protected him as best she could by just flipping most of them off or quietly asking if they'd like a kick in the balls. Andy didn't seem to mind though, just happy to be with her. In the car, when he had gotten her home, they had kissed a couple of times and she could tell he certainly wasn't used to that. Then, she had glanced down and could tell that he either had a foot-long ruler in his pocket or his cock was immense. That hadn't been in her plan but she wasn't about to miss the opportunity so she had brought him inside and taken advantage of that, even though she had to keep giving him instructions to keep things moving along.

She really wasn't looking to have Andy as a boyfriend. She just thought . . . well, she hated to admit it but she just thought she might give him a little reward for being so nice to her by going out on a date with him. Now, she wasn't quite sure what to do except, she thought she might enjoy hooking up with him once in a while, as long as he was content with that. Despite his awkwardness, she had enjoyed last night. She might ask him to text her a picture of that thing one day. Would be nice to have in her collection.

But, back to Veronica. Sammi couldn't help but think that maybe Veronica had, well, maybe been doing a little spying of her own. She knew she wouldn't hesitate if she had the chance. And last night was sure a chance. Maybe a little probing of her own.

"What did you guys think of Andy?" she asked, taking another spoonful of cereal.

"Seemed nice," Larry volunteered. "Just somehow didn't seem to fit with you."

"I suppose," she replied.

"Big tall guy," Veronica said, that smile on her face again. "Guys like that can surprise you sometimes."

Another bite of cereal. "They can," she agreed. "You never know what they might have in store for you." She picked up the bowl and drained the last of the milk., then smiled at Veronica. "Right?"

"I'm sure," was Veronica's reply.

Sammi could still see that smile and the tone of Veronica's voice told her what she needed to know. Somehow, Veronica knew what had happened and had probably seen it. She smiled to herself. Was probably jealous a little of that giant cock Andy had finally stuck in her. At least part way in. No way she could take that whole thing. At least it was just long and not that thick. That might have . . . She had to get to school and stop thinking about that. She jumped up, grabbed her books, said goodbye and was on her way.

"Sounds like she had a good time with old skin and bones there." Larry said as he was ready to head for work too.

"I'm sure she did," Veronica added. "I'm just sure she did."

****

It was two days later when Veronica came to the kitchen to fix breakfast. Larry was already there -- in old sweat pants and a sweat shirt.

"Hope the doc can figure out what's wrong with your shoulder," she said, remembering that today was his appointment. Larry had plenty of sick leave so he'd just taken the whole day off.

As she was fixing her breakfast, Sammi came in, yawning, still in that long t-shirt she wore to bed. Actually, she wore it sometimes, but not always, but they didn't know that as of yet.

A surprised look from Veronica.

"Stupid building where I have my lab has some kind of a water problem so they just cancelled the lab for today. Then I got an email that the math prof is sick and he cancelled today's class too. So, I don't have anything till 2 this afternoon. Another yawn. She got a bowl, filled it with the usual cereal and added the milk. She plopped down on one of the stools at the island and started to eat. She noticed Larry.

"Your classes get cancelled too?" she said, giggling.

"Doctor's appointment," he replied, smiling back at her and flexing his shoulder.

"Well, I have to go," Veronica said, shoving her stool in, a little wary of leaving Sammi and Larry together, alone. She was sure that hadn't happened before. But she had no choice and she was out the door and off to work.

Sammi smiled as Veronica left. She remembered the day after her date with Andy when Veronica had kind of teased her, with that knowing smile on her face. She was also fairly sure she knew what Veronica knew. And here was Larry.

Between bites of cereal, she squirmed on her stool. Soon, she could feel its coolness against her butt. She was hoping.

At last Larry got up and walked behind her. He couldn't see her smile and she couldn't see his face as he saw her backside, bare from the waist down and perched on that stool. She waited but he wasn't moving. She knew he was looking. Having made her decision, she stretched and yawned, and when her hands came down, they went to the hem of her t-shirt. Up it came, over her head and she tossed it aside, then took another bite of cereal, naked.

"Shit, Sammi," she heard from behind her.

"You haven't even seen the best parts yet," was her quick reply. She slid off the stool and turned, facing him. He looked, well, wide-eyed and anxious. "Scared?" she asked, taking a step toward him.