The Not Student Union

As usual, I waited until the last minute to register for classes. I wasn't sure I even wanted to return to university classes this semester. In truth, I was hoping my student loan would go through. I was doing all right in my previous studies, but the pressures of financing tuition, books and living expenses gave me pause to go deeper into student loan debt. I earned a little bit over the summer with typical fill-in type, non-career-oriented jobs, but they never pay much. In July, I got a speeding ticket which wiped out a whole week's paycheck by paying the fine, so I guess you could say my money just got "spent". When my student loan application was approved for my second year of studies, I got the notification a little late.

I registered for Fall Semester classes, but two of them had already started. Loan approval doesn't necessarily mean the check has arrived in the Student Affairs Office, so I only bought the textbook for the Thursday class with what little money I had left - hoping my loan check would arrive before next week's classes. The first days of classes that I missed already could easily be caught up with a little help from other students. In the beginning, every student seems helpful, but competition for top grades doesn't really begin until after mid-terms.

After class, I was walking back to my car when a cute and nicely shaped, petite little girl with shoulder length, mousy brown hair called my name. I stopped walking and turned to see what she needed. I didn't know her, but I thought I sure would like to.

"Hi. I'm Jean. I saw you in class and I wanted to get to know you. I hope you don't mind my being so forward. It's hard to meet new people here. Everyone is so stand-offish sometimes."

"Yeah, I know what you mean - especially since I'm a poor boy without a full-ride sports scholarship. I'm just a regular guy. Hi, my name is Jack, but I guess you know that already. It's nice to meet you."

"I was just on my way to the Student Union to take a break. Mind if I walk with you a while?" She had lipstick on her attractively full lips and light makeup, but her real beauty came from behind those sparkling blue eyes. I liked her immediately and she seemed to like me.

"Well, my car is parked in the other lot. I was a little confused about which building my class was in. I can drive you there, if you like." I explained.

"Sure, that would be great." Jean replied. We got in my old Chevy and just as I put the key in the ignition, Jean slid over next to me and put her arms through mine and kissed me on the cheek.

I was a little taken aback. "What was that for?"

"Just being you. You don't remember me, do you?"

"I'm sorry. I seem to be in my own little world when I'm here. I have a lot on my mind - family, the war, money, the future. If I want to get ahead in my later life, I need to do very well here. How do you know me?"

"You were the organizer of last year's Student Talent Show, weren't you?"

Of course I remembered that. The Monday following the Friday night show, I was called into the Dean's Office. It seems that during a particularly physical dance number the costume top of one of the female performers slipped down fully exposing her breasts for all of about three seconds. Of course, she recovered quickly and continued the performance. The Dean wanted to know if I had seen the performance and was that wardrobe malfunction intentional. Since I had been working the lights for the special effects, I missed the whole damned thing, but I assured him that was not intentional. Fortunately, the Dean believed me. Still, I wish I hadn't missed the highlight of the show.

"Yeah, I was. I almost got into big trouble over that deal, but you weren't in the show, or I would have remembered you, for sure."

"Then I saw you dressed up as a girl with a mop for long hair and balloons in your dress at the Roaring 20's Dance. That was you, too, wasn't it?"

"I guess my sunglasses gave me away - that and my summer job work boots." I grinned. "It was a spur of the moment idea from one of the backstage crew. Since I didn't have a date, I got drafted into it. Not my proudest moment."

"Anyway, I like a guy who can take charge of things and doesn't mind being the brunt of his own jokes. It doesn't hurt that you're kinda cute."

"Well, thanks, but the other stuff is all a facade, I'm afraid. I'm over-acting to compensate for feelings of inadequacy. You know, like the Jackson Browne song, The Pretender. You know, 'Caught between the longing for love and the struggle for the legal tender." In truth, I couldn't get a date that night.

"I'll bet you picked that up in Psych 101, didn't you?" Jean said with a sly grin.

"I suppose. I've always felt that way, but since that class, I now have a name for it." I smiled.

Jean scooted closer and made a distinct effort to press as much of her body against me as she could. As naive as I was, I picked up on the clues and my body automatically reacted behind the zipper of my Levi's. She noticed immediately and walked her fingers up my thigh from the knee to my crotch and cupped my growing bulge in her hand and slightly squeezed while sucking on my right earlobe. It was all I could handle to keep my car between the lines of the road.

As she gently squeezed my growing bulge in long pulses Jean exhaled her hot breath into my ear and down my neck and whispered, "Let's forget about the Student Union. I have a better idea. It's got to be Ladies Night somewhere here in this town."

My face was beginning to feel flush as a chill ran down my side. I almost stammered in a somewhat shaky voice, "Isn't it a little bit early? Most clubs don't get going until after ten. Besides, my student loan check hasn't come in yet. I'm pretty much broke right now."

"Have you ever had a dream or fantasy about being naked in a crowd? I can tell by what I have in my hand, that you would represent very well." Jean teased.

"I dunno. We just met and hardly know each other. Now you want me to confess my fantasies to you. Isn't that a bit presumptuous?"

"There you go being all Mr. Dictionary when what I'm looking for right now is Mr. Dick - not just any dick, just the one attached to you. I'm kind of particular in that sense. You see, I've been studying you from a distance. I like you and I get the feeling in my hand that you like me, too. I have alternate plans for you and me. Turn right up here at the cross street."

"What about the Student Union?" I asked.

"Don't worry, we can get a Coca-Cola where we're going too, if you want." Jean replied.

Jean directed me to a two-story brick home with an attic and basement located in an older section of town near the college. On the outside, it was as normal as any other house on the block and well-maintained. I found a parking spot along the street, and we walked up to the side door and Jean pressed the doorbell rapidly twice, then paused and rapidly three times more. It must have been a secret code. A white-haired man in a black bathrobe answered the door. Jean asked, "Is this the Student Union building?"

"No, I'm sorry, it isn't."

"I apologize for the interruption, sir, but Dash-Ampersand asked me to meet him here. Did he leave a message, perhaps?"

"Yes. Are you Asterisk-Percent?"

"No, I'm Dollar-Left Paren."

The man checked a roster from a clipboard hanging by the door. "Of course. Welcome, Miss Dollar. Dash is in the living room."

That was a very interesting entrance code, Jack thought. With that, he stepped back and opened the door wider to allow our entrance. Once inside, I noticed how well the room was appointed, but all in dark wood furniture and dark decor. In the foyer was a sort of locker room with lots of clothes hung in compartments with stored shoes and socks underneath.

We found an empty locker and started taking off our clothes. I took off everything except my button-down collared shirt and Jean stripped down to a sexy black lacy camisole, unsnapped the crotch, then slipped one strap down her shoulder. She pulled her arm back through and exposed only her left breast. Her breast was beautifully shaped and featured a light pink areola with small perky nipple. I immediately bent down to kiss it and reached to gently fondle it further. She held my head against her chest as her hand reached lower to caress my balls and stroke my suddenly hardened cock. Jean grabbed my hair and pulled my lips over to kiss me passionately on the lips using her tongue to explore my mouth as I reciprocated. Our tongues battled to give each other pleasure. Jean broke our kiss first.

Jean looked me in the eyes and said, "Listen. You don't have to play if you don't want to, but I hope you won't mind if I do. I want you to be the first, though. You can have me at any time, in any room and all night, as long as you like. There are no rules except no violence or loud voices."

That sounded vague, until she opened the sliding pocket doors leading into the living room. There were at least a dozen men and women having sex in varying sexual positions on every piece of furniture and vacant space on the carpet. Some were naked and others were dressed in sexy camisoles, bustiers and black nylons. There was a large bowl of condoms on the table and lots of wadded foil wrappers spread around. Jean looked up at me and smiled, "Where shall we begin? Do you see anything you like? It's Ladies Night. All you need do is make eye contact and smile and wait for a wink. That's the signal." she said with a sly grin.

"Uh, I'm not so sure about this." My mind was going crazy with all kinds of desire as I looked at the beautiful women having sex in the living room, but my dick was reacting to the messages from my brain that this was somehow either wrong or at least not my thing. True to my upbringing, having sex was always a private thing - or so he had been told. In short, sex was a partial reward for being in love with a committed partner. Still, my dick didn't know that. It was confused whether to stand up or lay down.

"Let's get a drink at the bar." Jean suggested.

"There's a bar? Where?"

"In the dining room, of course." Jean led me by the hand to the half-moon bar in the corner of the was formerly a dining room which also featured a pass-thru window to the kitchen. We each ordered a drink and Jean signed a tab with a personal code number. No clothes, no wallets. The bartender then disappeared into the kitchen area.

"Do you come here often?" I had to ask. I wanted to know what I was - pardon the phrase - getting into.

"I have an account here, if that's what you want to know. You're my guest and you can have anything or any other woman that you like - including me - all you want. I believe sex is like exercise, eating, drinking, study and relaxation. It's just something the body and soul needs on a regular basis. This is a way to take the edge off and enjoy our youth -- the real prime of life. Don't you think?"

"I guess I'm old fashioned. One woman, one man. A personal matter. Ya know?"

"Of course I do but think about this. Can you imagine how much better you could concentrate on study and learning if you didn't have to walk around sexually frustrated all the time? Emotions can often get in the way, people get possessive, and violence ensues. I've seen it many times in the usual bar scene. Some women get off on having that kind of control over men. I offer no pretense. Tonight, I'm yours. Tomorrow, maybe so, maybe not. I picked you because I like you. I think you are interesting. I like what you're about."

"Don't you think we're skipping a few relationship steps? What kind of movies do you like? What kind of restaurants do you like? What are your life goals and so forth?"

"Who said anything about a relationship? Relationships and love come and go - someone always gets hurt when that love dies, meanwhile, we go on being sexually frustrated. Sex is a purely natural thing, a physical thing, a necessary thing. Just because I want to share my body with you doesn't necessarily mean that I love you. Love is too complicated of an issue with all we otherwise must deal here at school. Physical needs must be taken care of. How many so-called love relationships fail due to sexual incompatibility? I know my parents divorced because of it."

All of Jean's words seemed to make good sense - at least in my hormone-altered mind at the moment. She made a good case. I had to agree. I hadn't even taken a sip on my drink yet, but all the while I tried to keep my eyes directly on hers, but I know they slipped down to appreciate the beauty of her exposed breast and her unsnapped crotch chemise. I only knew that my shirt tail was not hiding my hard-on very well. I took a sip of my Scotch and water taking in the twinkle in Jean's blue eyes. The drink felt warm going down. Usually, I was a beer drinker. I was playing an acting role, again.

"I think I understand. So, to you, I'm Mr. Dickalus just for tonight. Is that about, right? Isn't that what you said?"

"Yes, that too. I do feel warmly toward you. I'm not a slut who doesn't have feelings. As I said, I like several things about you and I'm interested in you. If you can't handle that, then you can just call me Miss Pussy Tonight, have fun with me or anyone else here you like, and nobody will know your name tomorrow. You don't have to know me either, but I think you'll want to. I know I'll still want to know you. I'm feeling good at getting to know you better. This could be the beginning of a great thing, but without the pressure."

I smiled and reached for the back of her head and pulled her face to mine and kissed her to see what that would do to influence me. As I reached toward her pussy with my free hand, she reached for my cock and pulled it toward her. She was juicy on my fingers. Her hand squeezed my cock, and her thumb spread my pre-cum over the head before she put her thumb to her lips to taste it - sucking and licking around her thumb as if it were my cock. She was very good at her mental game. She was again stroking me as she kissed me. My fingers were slowly spreading her juices around her vaginal lips and her fingers dipped inside occasionally to gather more juice hoping she was enjoying the sensations I'd hoped to be providing. She raised her wet fingers to my lips and spread her pussy juice around them. "Taste me. How do you like it?" We were both breathing heavily into each other's mouths as we kissed hard and faster, building passion.

I broke the kiss slowly and cleared my throat, then tried to be cool. "Ah-hem. So, what do we do now? Do we do it here or find another room with a vacant spot?"

We left our drinks at the bar, and she pulled my hand toward the nearest chair and sat me down. With no trouble at all, she climbed onto my lap and reached around to slip the head of my cock into her hot, wet pussy and slowly slid all the way down on it and let is sit there to soak a minute. She circled her hips around like a belly dancer to get fully seated on my hardness as deep inside her as far as she could. Then, she reached around my neck to grab hold of the wooden chair back and leaned forward to kiss me some more while pulsing her pussy muscles on my cock. As we kissed, she slowly raised her bottom up and slowly back down still squeezing her pussy muscles and gripping my hardness. She kept her balance by using the rungs under the chair legs as leverage. I was thinking, she felt so damned good. She pulled back, looked me in the eyes and verbalized it, "You feel so damned good and hard inside me."

"I was just thinking the same thing."

"Tell me, next time. I need to know you're having a good time. It motivates me. I need to hear it." she said sweetly.

"You feel so good. My cock feels so hot deep inside you. You are so hot. I can feel it in my balls."

"Yes", she said, "Just like that."

We both wanted and needed each other so much at this point. We'd totally forgotten about condoms. It had been a long time since I had sex, but that didn't mean I hadn't thought about it a lot. As Jean began to increase her speed up and down on my cock as her passion grew, she held on to the back of the chair. All I could do was feel the smooth skin of her hips as they moved and watch as her exposed breast occasionally bounced into my face, but my lips and tongue could never catch her nipple.

Our breathing became rapid and shallow. Jean closed her eyes and threw back her head as she pumped faster up and down. I started to feel myself coming to the point of no return and said, "Slow down. I'm gonna cum. You're not protected." Jean took that as a clue and pumped me faster. Her ass cheeks slapped my thighs turned me on even more as I felt the urging in my balls to expel my sperm deeply into her slippery tunnel. I closed my eyes and whispered, "I c-c-can't hold i-...." and then exploded my long pent-up seed into her repeatedly as she continued to pump herself up and down. She was still pumping when my dick went soft and slipped out of her sperm-filled pussy.

"Mmm, that was nice", she said "It's okay. I'm on the pill." She leaned into me and kissed me long and sweetly. I'll be right back. Wait here. I watched her as she disappeared up the stairs to the second-floor rooms. She had a nice, tight ass at the top of her shapely legs. I loved the way she glided and the cute little dimple in her ass cheeks.

I figured she wanted to use the bathroom, so I tried to stand-up and walk over to the bar. My knees were a little shaky, but I made it and reached for my drink - still on the bar. I took a long sip and turned around to catch a glimpse back into the living room activities.

By then, the previous couples had all changed partners and there were two women who must have been student gymnasts, or they could have never been able to get into those positions loving each other. Some men simply watched the action as others decided to help the women orally in any way they could. The room was all about giving pleasure. Some women were busy trying to suck and pump new life into their men as they watched the others. One blonde woman was on her hands and knees while another woman laying on her back was positioned underneath her eating her pussy while a man knelt behind her pumping the top girl's pussy and dangling his balls in the other girls face. The woman underneath was enjoying both - sucking his balls and licking her clit as he fucked her. They both enjoyed having her there. The woman kneeling was occupied by another man's cock going deeply into her throat. For a while, they were the centerpiece of the room.

Another woman on the sofa was giving her man a hand-job while her lips were busy licking and sucking his right nipple, while another woman was vigorously licking her pussy balanced on her hands and knees, while getting her asshole pounded. It was almost too much visual stimulation to take in, let alone to enjoy. I reached around and took another sip of my nearly finished drink. I looked up and saw Jean walking slowly down the stairs. Her hair was all disheveled, but she was smiling as she walked up to me at the bar.

I looked her in the eyes and remarked, "Well, there must have been a line at the ladies room."

"I didn't go to the ladies room." Her breath smelled like cock, but I wasn't sure. She hooked her bare leg around mine as we stood at the bar. I could feel a slippery wetness of cum streaming down her leg. I looked down to see if it was really what I thought is was. It was a lot more than cum I ever produced.

"What the fuck! You come over here with me and fuck other guys and drip their cum all over my leg?"

"When you finished, I wasn't done yet. It took two other guys upstairs to take care of my needs. Sometimes, I get so stressfully wound up inside that I can't get off. I told you that sexual frustration is not a good thing for anyone, especially me. I'm all yours now." With that, she turned around and bent over to show me her ass and still dripping pussy. There was something black in her asshole.