This is my second story. I want to thank all of you who commented on my first, especially those who offered constructive criticism. As my first story stemmed quite a bit from real experience, I was not surprised to see the comments that it was "believable." This story, however, is a real stretch for me, especially since the lead character is a woman. It's a response to a challenge I made to myself. I hope that you like it. It's also quite long and takes awhile to heat up, mainly because I wanted to develop the characters a bit before the fun stuff started. Enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: This story contains some male to male sexual contact and group sex. If that offends you, you might want to consider skipping this story and reading something else. All characters are over eighteen.
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Addy's Summer of Awakening
I gasped when I saw his death announcement in the Bulletin of Higher Education-Dr. Rajesh Ramenkutti, Associate Professor of Physics, Barnes Institute of Technology, age 32, cancer. Even though his parents called me when he died and I attended his funeral, seeing those words in black and white somehow shocked me all over again. Perhaps it's the finality of it all. When something is printed, it might as well be etched in stone. My memories started coming back like the way the raw emotions flowed into me when I gave birth to my son Phillip Rajesh Mason. Raj was such a big part of my youth, as was our dear friend Phil who passed just last year in a horrible car accident. Raj and Phil were gone. What would life be like?
I guess you could say that Raj and Phil were my best friends in high school. I didn't realize that until my senior year, though, but the maturity and perspective I gained during that time made the fact so clear in the weeks before I left for college. The boys were nerds. I can't say it any more plainly or any more accurately. They competed over grades, over video games, and over the least little acknowledgment that I could give. But I didn't quite realize how they felt about me until the summer of my senior year.
I'm Dr. Adelaide Isabel Mason. I'm the associate dean at an exclusive college for women in central Virginia. In high school I was Addy-head cheerleader, prom queen, girlfriend to the starting quarterback on our state championship team. I had it all from the social perspective, and I had brains too. I moved in the best circles, went to all the cool parties, my parents had all the right connections. My life was so different from Raj and Phil's. Raj's parents ran a small Indian restaurant that had modest success in our little town. When he wasn't studying, he worked. Phil's dad died while serving in the military and his mom fell on hard times. They lived in a trailer park on the outskirts of town. Tammy, Phil's mom, was a drunk and a slut, so Phil spent most of his time at school or studying in our local diner so he wouldn't have to be at home. I had it made. My dad was a crackerjack lawyer who represented the mining companies that I now know ruined our town and my mom was an ER doc at the local hospital. I had everything I ever wanted growing up, and more important, I had what every child really needs, loving, concerned, and involved parents.
Raj, Phil, and I were great friends in elementary school. We competed for grades, studied together, and generally hung out most of the time. In middle school, though, everything began to change. My braces came off. I blossomed. My boobs started to come in, I now sport 34 C's thank you very much, I never struggled with acne, and I inherited my mom's great looks—luxurious auburn hair, green eyes, and a lithe, athletic body. Like mom, I was fair skinned, and for some reason, even my freckles came in at the perfect places for optimum effect. But Raj and Phil grew nerdier and nerdier as middle school went on especially since it seemed that puberty was making them wait at the end of the line. By the time we reached high school, the popular boys asked me out several times a week while Phil and Raj played backgammon and video games together.
In high school I started dating Chad, yes, his name was Chad. He was a great quarterback, who went on to fame in college and even got drafted in the seventh round by the pros, although he didn't make his team and came back home to coach at our high school. Chad was the most popular guy in school, and as I would come to learn, a total shit.
For the most part, high school was dreamy for me. I ran with the popular crowd, made excellent grades, enjoyed my popular, handsome boyfriend, and generally basked in the glowing cocoon my loving parents constructed for us. That is until senior year advanced calculus with Mr. Moore came around. Jeez I struggled in that class. Well "struggled" isn't exactly the word. I sort of got it, but "B's" were unacceptable to me at the time. Phil and Raj breezed through the first weeks of class, so sometime in late September I asked them to tutor me. My SAT's were excellent and I'd applied at several of the best schools in the country. I wasn't going to ruin my GPA with one class. Also, I wanted to knock either Raj or Phil off the pedestal and be valedictorian or salutatorian—did I mention that I was as competitive as they were?
As expected Raj and Phil laughed and mocked me when I approached them, but being all around good eggs they agreed to help. Our tests were usually on Fridays, so we got in the habit of studying together at my house on Thursday nights. Mom and dad would order pizza for the three of us, go off on "date night," and leave us alone to study. And we studied hard, but the boys were so good at explaining things to me, unlike the obtuse Mr. Moore, that I usually got what I needed after an hour or so and the guys and I would generally chat, watch some tv, and just enjoy each other's company again in ways that the social conventions at school wouldn't generally allow. I loved being with them, they were both more serious and funnier than the crowd I hung out with, especially Chad who in addition to being a total liar, cheater, and genuine shit, was also a complete meathead. We started to call our evenings our "Thursday Night Socials." With their help, by mid-term I'd pulled up to an "A-" and ultimately finished the course with an "A." Even after I started cruising in the class, the boys and I kept up the socials. We'd study for the tests for forty-five minutes or an hour then chitchat about everything under the sun. Their wit and intelligence energized me in ways that my boyfriend and my cheerleading sisters simply could not.
At graduation, they beat me out for the highest honor. I got an "A-" in a stupid religion course, try challenging creationism at a conservative Christian academy. That one grade knocked me out of contention. In early June my parents threw us a big party as we all got accepted to our dream schools and celebrated our eighteenth birthdays since the three of us were born only two days apart. Most of the kids at the party came from my social circle and generally ignored Raj and Phil, which I guess was a lot better than the bullying they got in the first years of high school. Isn't interesting how high school seniors seem to bond in their last year, even the geeky kids gain at least a tacit form of acceptance?
At the party Chad disappeared with Monica Lewinsky for an hour—no relation to the chick with the blue dress from the Oval Office—just a sad coincidence. It was a frequent occurrence. All the girls wanted him for his handsome face and chiseled body. And he was a weakling. I'd become used to Chad's dalliances, but Raj and Phil were incensed. The next day they both came over to my house to tell me how I needed to drop the jerk. I knew they were right, but heck, it was the last summer of freedom and I enjoyed Chad's physical attributes as well. A week after my eighteenth birthday, I let Chad take my cherry.
Over the summer, I didn't see Raj and Phil all that much. Occasionally, mom and dad would take us to Raj's parent's restaurant, he'd stop and say "hi" but the place was bustling and he always had to get back to work. Phil was even more out of sight. He got a job at the mine to save money for Tech where he was starting in the fall. He was so brilliant. After his freshman year he left school for a job in Silicon Valley and became the first billionaire to hail from our hometown. Raj and I stuck it out. He ultimately became a respected physicist and I got my Ph. D. in English and moved into administration after my divorce. I loved teaching, but the financial benefits of being a dean helped bolster my income as a single mom.
Reading Raj's obituary brought back so many memories of my years with the boys, our Thursday Night Socials, and what I now recognize as the most amazing sexual experience of my life. Just thinking about it, I got so wet in my office that I told my administrative assistant to hold my calls, locked the door, and diddled my wet pussy to a wicked orgasm. When I finished, I cried for Raj and my dear Phil and thought back again to that summer day, the Thursday before I left for college.
Summer was coming to an end. The week before I was to catch my flight to school in Palo Alto, my dad's stepmother died. She'd been living in Sweden for over twenty years. I'd never met her, but mom told me that she was very important to dad when he was young and that they were going to have to go to her funeral. They'd get back the day before my flight to see me off, but I'd have the week before college on my own at the house. For many kids in that situation, alone at mom and dad's McMansion with two fridges stocked with beer, a wine collection to die for, and a fully stocked bar, that news would have conjured dreams of a week of blowout parties. But I had other ideas. There was no way I was going to college with Chad as my ball and chain, especially since I was going to California and he had an athletic scholarship from an east coast school. We'd had sex a few times that summer, but the encounters were always quick and in his car, hardly comfortable. I'd jerk him off, give him a blowjob, or let him pump into me a few times until he pulled out and came. He'd never lasted long in my pussy and he'd never gone down on me or given me an orgasm. But the contact we had kindled the voracious sexual appetite that still energizes me to this day. I decided that I'd have him over for a proper fuckfest then kick him to the curb. I figured he'd be relieved that he didn't have to give me the "I think we should see other people when we go to college" talk.
