DISCLAIMER:
Please don't whine to me about the content of this story unless you've read this disclaimer. Thank you.
This story arose several years ago from an Internet friendship I had with a very lovely lady, with whom I've since lost contact, and is dedicated to her. (Susan, if you're out there, please let me know.) We challenged each other to write racy stories for each other, and this, slightly altered for Literotica, is what I came up with. I had decided to go a bit "over the top", so the activities described here do not necessarily reflect my personal interests or attitudes, or those of my friend.
Now that you've read this, comments and questions are welcome, via email or in chat.
For those of you whom I haven't yet bored to tears, I present:
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My kind usually doesn't get to go to places like The California Institute of Technology. Even with Mom and Dad working full time, I would have had a tough time making it through the City University. But I got lucky. Really lucky. With a lot of hard work, and some pushing by some of my teachers at The Bronx High School of Science, I had not only gotten into Caltech, but had been awarded a full scholarship, including dorm room and a stipend for living expenses - the sort of treatment most schools reserve for star athletes.
California really agreed with me. It was the first time in my life that I had a tan darker than the local drinking water.
One of the best parts of living at Caltech was my roommate, Bill Monroe. Bill was from Encino. The right side of the tracks. But it didn't bother him a bit that I was a poor kid from the wrong side of the country, let alone the tracks. I guess he could have commuted to Pasadena in his brand-new Trans-Am, but he preferred to live on-campus, and the dorm fees (almost what my folks paid for rent!) didn't bother his parents at all, since they felt he could use the time more productively.
Bill was pretty productive, all right. Caltech is a tough school, and we had to work hard, especially before exams. But after exams, he knew the best places to "decompress". He was familiar with all the strip clubs, and knew which topless bars were sloppy about "carding" under-age kids. Kind of made taking those tests worth it all.
Bill used to go home on some weekends, and I'll never forget the first time he invited me to go along with him. When we got to his house, I had trouble believing that I actually knew someone who lived in such a place. A large, perfectly manicured front lawn, with neat flower beds edging a semicircular driveway. The house was a large, white, two-story mansion.
Once inside, Bill showed me to the guest room, where I dumped my stuff, and then we went back downstairs to raid the refrigerator. While we were chowing down on what seemed like an endless supply of junk food, a slim blonde girl walked into the kitchen and casually began to remove her clothes, tossing them down a laundry chute. While I sat there in a pleasant state of shock, she turned toward us. I couldn't help noticing the inverted nipples on her firm, high breasts. She said, "Aren't you going to introduce me to your friend, Bill?"
"Oh, I'm sorry", said Bill. "Carolyn, this is my roommate, Jim. Jim, this is my sister, Carolyn."
I think I managed to say something to the effect of "Hi!"
Carolyn then went out the sliding door, and into the pool. Sensing culture shock on my part, Bill said, "It's usually pretty warm around here, so we don't generally bother with clothes. Most people get used to it pretty quickly."
I wasn't sure if I could get used to it, but I was certainly willing to take the time to try.
We heard the front door open, and Bill's parents walked in. They were a pleasant, overweight couple in their mid-forties. "Hi! said Mrs. Monroe, "You must be Jim! Bill's told us so much about you. We're glad you could come for the weekend. Please make yourself at home!"
Mr. Monroe said, "Hey, we're going to take a dip in the pool - why don't you join us?"
"Just as soon as we finish our snack", replied Bill.
As we sat there eating, Mr. and Mrs. Monroe quickly removed their clothes, dropping them into the laundry chute. They were both kind of fat, but not unattractive. I particularly took note of Mrs. M's massive, pendulous breasts, with their large, dark areolae and prominent nipples, a marked contrast to her daughter. I'm sure I was staring wide-eyed at them, but they didn't seem to notice, and, hand-in-hand, they jumped into the pool.
A few minutes later, Carolyn came back into the kitchen, and asked, "What's keeping you guys? Come on, Jim, let me help you get ready." She then proceeded to unbutton my shirt, and unbuckle my belt. I had the presence of mind to take my keys and wallet out of my pocket and place them on the counter before she could toss them down the chute with my pants. While she undressed me, Bill was removing his clothes.
When she bent down to pull down my underpants, my erect penis bounced up into her face. I apologized, but she just giggled, and then took me by the hand and led me to the pool.
We made a barbecue for dinner, which was fun, except when I turned over a sizzling steak and discovered the value of an apron the hard way. No real damage, except perhaps my pride.
After watching a couple of videos, we all turned in. Telling myself, "When in Rome...", I decided to leave my pajamas in my overnight bag.
