This is my entry into the 2021 Summer Lovin' contest. I always like to reinforce that like my author name says, all of the stories I tell here have a basis in truth and are always based on actual events from my life. That being said, I do add some twists & embellishments to keep them interesting for the readers. Names are always changed
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This story has some buildup, but then is pretty much a sexual sprint to the end.
Everyone in the story is 18 years of age or older.
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As graduate students in our second year, we generally reported to the university's campus in the second week of August, weeks before classes were scheduled to start. Meanwhile, the professors worked part-time or remotely, sending us lists of tasks that needed to be accomplished for the start of classes. It was a Friday afternoon during this stretch and I was sitting in the empty Finance Chair's office, entering lesson plans into Powerpoint for her lectures. At about 2:30, my cellphone rang and I saw it was my girlfriend, Tara, calling me.
"Hey T. What's up?"
"Hey babe. What time are you staying until?"
"It doesn't really matter. There's a ton to do, but I'm pretty much ready to bail at this point. Why? What's up?"
"Well, I'm thinking you should leave now. Becky and I met up and spent the day down by the lake, now we're drinking Rosé in the sunroom."
"Awesome. Let me close up the office and I'll be over. Give me 15-20."
"Well," she paused, "We also need you to stop and pick up some more Rosé on your way over."
"I should have known you had an ulterior motive" I laughed, "No worries. I'll grab some. See you in a bit."
Tara gave me an exaggerated "MWAHH" kissing sound into the phone and hung up. I packed up and walked to my car to head over to the liquor store. Tara was renting the third floor of an older building downtown. It was a standard apartment with a kitchen, bedroom, bathroom and living room. What made it cool though, was because of the older construction, the living room had an area that sort of "outcropped" from the main room. It had big windows that let the summer sun stream in and when you opened them, you could catch the breeze from lake. That meant that even on the warmest days, there was a temperate breeze blowing through the room especially after dark. Tara had set-up a mini seating area there with a fold-out futon and a couple of deep "dish" chairs that looked like puffy seashells that you could sit in. The sunroom became the area that we all hung out in most often.
When I got to the apartment, I came in through the kitchen door with my key and yelled out, "I'm here! I got four bottles so we have some for the weekend. I'll throw three in the fridge and bring the other one out?"
Tara yelled back, "Sounds good, we're in the sunroom." I put the three bottles away, grabbed a corkscrew and walked down the long hallway to the front of the house. I passed the bedroom on the right and bathroom on the left before reaching the living room and turning the corner to the sunroom.
Tara was sitting on the futon wearing a black and white floral sundress and I could still see the black bikini she had worn to the beach peeking out. Tara had high cheekbones, silken brown hair and brown eyes that were expressive and sultry. She was the type of woman who could get you instantly hard with a smirk and sparkle from those eyes. Her body was amazing. Perfect tear-drop C-cup breasts, toned stomach and an ass that was just full enough to fill out the best pair of jeans. She had her feet curled under her, showing some leg up to her thigh and just enough cleavage that her bikini created to catch my attention. At 29 years old, she was a few years older than me at 26.
Rebecca, or Becky, was the complete opposite. She was 30 years old, tiny and thin. She had a bleached-blonde pixie-cut that made her look like Tinkerbell had grown to ~almost~ full size. She had a runner's body, so her entire body was tight and firm with small A-cup breasts and tanned and toned legs. Those legs were on full display as she was wearing a VERY short pleated yellow skirt with a white halter bathing suit top. Because she was so small, she was able to curl into the dish chair and let it envelop her. Tara saw me do a double take as I looked at Becky. Her skirt was so short that I was able to see clearly up to her crotch that was barely covered by the thin white fabric of her bathing suit bottoms.
Both women had a flush to their skin that showed they had recently been out in the sun. Tara had some extra redness on her shoulders and a hint of pink on her chest. Becky's nose and cheeks had definitely missed some sunscreen as they were definitely a bit more red than usual.
"Are you going to keep checking out Becky or are you going to pour some wine?" Tara teased.
I could only sputter as both girls laughed while Becky adjusted her legs into a demurer position. I poured wine for the girls, then some for myself and sat on the futon next to Tara. The sunroom was perfect for the late summer day. Sun was being filtered through the trees that surrounded the property, but just enough pushed through to give the room the warmth of summer. The evening breezes hadn't kicked up yet, so there was a contented stillness to the room.
We sat and talked about random topics and there was a generally relaxed vibe to the entire room. Tara had her bare feet resting on my thigh as she was laying across the futon. Every once in a while, when she would slightly shift her position, one of her feet would rub against my crotch. Meanwhile, the more relaxed Becky became the more her short skirt would shift up her thighs, giving me a view of her barely-covered sex. We just talked about a myriad of topics from people we knew, to our summer consulting gigs, to the upcoming year. After we finished the first bottle I opened, I got up to use the restroom and get a new bottle. I left the sunroom and turned the corner to head down the hallway to the restroom and kitchen.
When I returned to the sunroom, I saw that Tara had taken out a small glass bong and some of her stash of weed. Not one to partake myself, Tara asked if I minded if she and Becky smoked a bit. Since I didn't really care, Tara opened the windows a bit more, got everything set and lit up. Oddly, even though I didn't smoke weed, I always enjoyed the scent of it. As the smell filled the room, everyone continued to drink wine and chat.
As they worked their way through the bong, I noticed that Tara was getting more fidgety in her seat. Having dated her for over a year, I knew that weed usually had two effects on her. First, she got nice and relaxed. Next, she often got horny. I got the feeling that between the wine, the summer warmth and the weed, she was starting to get aroused. Becky had a glassier look in her eyes and was definitely more relaxed, as well. She was now sitting with her legs crossed and her skirt hiked up to her hips. She wasn't thinking anything of it, because she was technically wearing a bathing suit, but the position had pulled the garment tight against her and I could clearly see the outline of her pussy lips. I glanced over at Tara to see if she noticed me staring. Surprisingly, instead of looking back at me, I could see that Tara's eyes were glued to our friend's exhibition as much as mine were.
During a lull in the conversation, Tara asked Becky, "So Becks, what ever happened to that guy, Vic, you were seeing in Chicago?"
"Oh. I went and saw him back in June for a weekend. He was fine, but there was nothing there. We both said that if things happen to work out, we'll meet up again, but nothing serious."
Laughing, Tara said, "Wow. Chicago is a long way to go for a booty call!"
"No shit" replied Becky. "I should have waited for him to come visit here once or twice before cutting it off with him. It's been a rough two months." It was obvious that both girls were relaxed at this point, because it wasn't like them to have this conversation with me in the room, but I wasn't going to stop them.
"Two months? Jeez! You haven't gotten laid in two months?!?" exclaimed Tara.
"Yup. After Chicago, I went to visit family in Dallas for a few weeks. Even if I had met someone, I stayed with my sister, her husband and three kids. I had a short work contract last month in San Fran and thought I met a guy that would have been a distraction. Unfortunately, he was more 'distracted' by our waiter than me. Then, I came back here which is a ghost town in the summer."
"We need to find you some hot little undergrad once they start showing up."
"Tara, I'm not fucking some random undergrad."
"Why not? Jason is younger than me" said Tara with a smirk, "There are benefits to younger guys, you know. You get to tell them what to do and they are usually good for multiple sessions with a quick recharge period. Plus, if you get them young enough, they'll be convinced you're the best they've ever had!"
Tara punctuated her statement by obviously rubbing her feet against by shorts-covered crotch. I could feel myself starting to swell from the conversation and Tara's actions. Becky then spoke back up.
"You guys were apart for six weeks when Jason was working in Vegas, right? You've told me enough about your sex life that I can't imagine that was easy for you two considering how often you say you fool around."
I guess I knew that girls shared stuff like this, but I was still somewhat embarrassed realizing that Tara had obviously been sharing more information with her friends than I did with mine. Tara, on the other hand, wasn't embarrassed at all and continued the discussion.
"Yeah. We got creative. Phone calls. Emails. Some old-school letters. I even sent a raunchy letter from the Tate Library with some pictures that I took while I was in there."
"Wait. What? You sent a dirty letter from the library?" asked a confused Becky.
"No. I was working alone there late one afternoon. There was something about the place being virtually empty, with the heat and humidity and as weird as it sounds the musty smell of old books, I got really turned on. So, I started typing up a letter to Jason about what we could have been doing in there if he weren't away."
As Tara spoke, I remembered the letter and pictures she had sent. I was now rock-hard thinking about how many nights I jerked off reading the letter and looking at the pictures she sent with it.
