This is the sixth installment in my "Kimmy's Adventures" series about a college track star and her sexual exploits.
(Author's Note- The setting for this installment is the day immediately following Kimmy's Adventures-The Gang Bang)
This is realistic fiction in that it involves people and events that could happen, however all characters are made up. Any resemblance to actual people is coincidental. The college referenced in the story is made up.
All characters depicted are over the age of 18.
Kimmy's Adventures-Sushi Dinner
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"Did you happen to get the license plate of the truck that ran me over?" I groaned to Harrison Northman, my quarter back boy friend, as I rolled gingerly onto my back in his bed. Every muscle in my body ached and all my holes were sore.
"There were actually five of them and their numbers are 57, 63, 66, 72, and 79," Harrison wisecracked.
He was referring to the jersey numbers of his five offensive line teammates who had spent the previous night gang banging the shit out of me.
"Ha, ha, you sadistic bastard," I retorted groggily.
"Just remember sweetheart, you asked for it," he shot back as he bent over the bed and gave me a quick peck on the lips.
Harrison wasn't wrong there. He'd arranged and organized the whole scenario, but that was after I'd confided in him that I had a gang bang fantasy.
"So what time is it?" I asked still trying to get my bearings.
"Well for starters it's Saturday," he quipped.
"Very funny wise ass!" I hissed. "I know what day it is. They didn't fuck all my brains out. What time is it? And where ya goin anyway'?"
Harrison smiled and explained that it was almost 9 a.m. and that he was getting ready to meet the team's wide receivers to study film then practice running routes. He was going to let me sleep-in taking into consideration how warn out I was after the previous evenings festivities. He hoped he wasn't the reason I'd woken up. I assured him he wasn't and explained I'd awaken because I needed to pee.
Carefully I got out of bed and padded out of the bedroom and down the hallway to the bathroom, still naked, before Harrison realized it.
"Kimmy, wait, Wide might be in there!" Harrison yelled.
Too late. As I opened the unlocked door, Harrison's roommate Cliff Wideman, who happened to be one of my gang bang boys, was toweling off his huge body, while standing on a mat, in the middle of the bathroom floor.
"Morning Wide!" I said smiling at him. "Sorry, but I gotta go." I scooted past him and took a seat on the toilet just in time to empty my bladder.
"Morning Kimmy," Wide said, barely phased.
"I guess all modesty is out the window after last night?" Harrison asked as he poked his head into the bathroom. Wide was trying to tie the too small towel around his waist. I was finishing my pee and reaching for toilet paper.
"Pretty much," I said smiling back.
"Well I gotta get going," Harrison explained. "Ya gonna hang out here, or ya want me to run ya home real quick?"
"I can take her home when she's ready if you're in a rush," Wide offered. "I was just gonna do some studying here all morning then meet up with the guys this afternoon."
That sounded good to me. I didn't feel like rushing to get dressed. I thanked Wide for the offer. Harrison said he was sorry we couldn't hang out that afternoon, but wanted to do dinner somewhere nice, maybe get Sushi. Harrison likes the Asian cuisine, and had taken me to his favorite place a couple weeks earlier. Instead I offered to cook for him at my place. He said whatever I wanted was fine with him.
"Oh, before I forget, here's your phone," Harrison said as he stretched his arm into the room and gave me the cell. "You might want to call your roommate. Looks like she's been wondering where you are."
"Oh my god!" I exclaimed. "I didn't tell Mena that I was going to be here because someone told me not to say anything." I shot him a conspiratorial look. "She's gotta be worried sick!"
Harrison just laughed. He'd locked up all the gang bang participant's phones in the trunk of his car prior to the event in order to avoid any evidence being videoed or photographed. I finished in the bathroom, gave Harrison a quick kiss goodbye, and headed back to his room.
By the time Mena answered the phone, I was back in bed.
"Where the fuck you at bitch?!" Mena yelled so loud she nearly busted my ear drum. "I was getting ready to call campus security."
"Meen, I'm so sorry!" I began. "I didn't mean to worry you, but I haven't had my phone since about 6-o'clock last night, and Harrison said I couldn't tell ya, and he locked it in his trunk, and..."
"Wait a second, slow down, what happened?"
I took a deep breath and calmly explained that I didn't have my phone all night and that I'd lost track of time because I'd been at Harrison's apartment since the previous evening getting gang fucked by five of his teammates.
There was a brief pause on her end before she responded.