She said her last name was Halliard. Briget Halliard. She laughed this morning when we realized that we had fucked all night without knowing each other's last names. Hey, it was the mid-80's. Stuff like that happened, though never before to me. At least, before last night. We were sitting back naked on the bed and she was telling me a story.
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"When I moved to town, my cousin Eva helped me find a job and a place to live. There was a bunch of ads in the school newspaper and we started going through them. Roslyn's was about the third place we went to. She was going to the Junior College and her room-mate had quit school and left town. We met at a coffee shop to make sure that we were, I guess, compatible and we really hit it off. So we walked over to her apartment and it was great. Nice bedroom, good kitchen and huge living room. I moved in the next week. I got my job at the Business World and she went to school and we were getting along great. We'd go out together and party now and then and have great time, but most of the time it was work or school.
"Anyway, she had this date with this stud from the J.C. and she really wanted to make a good impression. They'd been out a few times and she was hot for him. And she looked hot when she left. If he had asked, she would have jumped him in a second. I was kind of jealous because I didn't have a date, 'cause I just worked and slept and masturbated.
"But, it turned out that this guy was a heavy duty closet Christian and at the end of the evening when she suggested that they go further than a little kiss goodnight, he called her an evil slut. He said that she was going to hell if she continued that behavior... Needless to say she came home in tears and cried for a good half-hour before I could get her to calm down. I told her to get into her pj's and come out to the living room for some ice cream. Ice cream usually cheered her up."
"So," I asked, "what's she look like?"
Briget turned to me and smiled. "Well, you'll see in a while won't you? But I'll tell you what she looked like when she came out of the bedroom that night."
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The clock on the bedside table read a bit after noon. We had met at a party the night before. Before I met Briget, I actually got fucked by (there's no simpler way to put it...) Briget's cousin Eva. Then I was introduced to Briget and we picked each other up. Well, she did most of the picking. We came back to my place and shared the most awesome night of sex in my life. Not only was the sex great but I was sure that I was falling in love with the girl. She was a wonderful person.
If that wasn't enough, I later had my first group session, with the help of my visiting friend Brian and Jackie, a girl he had met in a bar. It was, in one night, more sex than I had had in ages. My life, as strange as it may have seemed, had become a fucking Penthouse letter. It boggled the mind.
Jackie had left in the morning, after we made a slightly hung-over breakfast (we all ate in the nude). She gave us her phone number and asked that we keep in touch. Brian had gone off to spend the day with his grandparents. It was one of the reasons he came back to visit.
Briget and I had a long shower and washed each other all over and played like a couple of slippery seals, but didn't have any real sexual contact, other than incidental washing. It was kind of strange. It was going to get stranger.
As we dried off, Briget made a phone call and talked for a while, quietly. She gave me the phone and had me give this girl my address. Then we crawled back into bed with coffee and cigarettes and Briget, or 'Hals', as her friends called her, was telling me the story of her room-mate Roslyn.
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"When Roz came out of the bedroom, she was wearing this real thin, short silk camisole and a pair of boxer-type panties. She'd worn this stuff before; it wasn't any big deal. But the first thing I noticed were her nipples and the way they stood out. I usually didn't notice things like that, but tonight I did. She was a real good athlete and she's a bit taller than me, and thin, but her tits are pretty nice. Kind of like Jackie's were, kind of low and up turned?"
I thought about Jackie's tits and started to paint a picture.
"She had long straight blonde hair then, too. So she sat down on the couch and I handed her a bowl of ice cream and we sat and ate and said nothing. Suddenly she says 'Oh shit!' and she had spilled a spoonful of chocolate ice cream on her top. It's a nice top so she starts crying all over again and she's a wreck. So I scoot over and take the bowl away and give her a hug. She's crying and I'm dabbing at the stain with a kleenex when I realize that I'm rubbing her boob and I can feel the nipple is getting harder. Now, I hadn't touched a girl since I played around with a cousin back in--"
My eyebrow must have shot up because she playfully slapped me and said, "No, not Eva... Eva's not that kind of girl. This was back in grade 10. But I started thinking hey, this is nice. I'm just wearing a long t-shirt thing, and I'm starting to get kind of hot. I'm giving her this soothing line about what a jerk this guy was and sort of cleaning her breast and she reaches up to hug me better. And her hand lands right on my tit. I just about came right there, but I suppressed it. Like, we're roomies and, well you just didn't do that sort of thing. We had only been roomies for half a year or so and we didn't really know much about each other. Like, I sure hadn't shown her my stash of dirty books.
"Anyway, I sort of went to hold her tighter, you now, comforting her and I swear to God, she squeezes my boob, just lightly. I didn't know what the fuck she was doing- maybe she was just distraught. And then, she looks up at me and asks me if I think she's a slut. I said no way: the guy was nuts; she was a great person.
"She looked great, too. She had washed off all the makeup from her date and she looked blonde and innocent and pure. A tear rolled out of her eye and I had to say something. I said, "Roslyn, you're beautiful, and if I was a guy, I'd fuck you in a minute." We often said this to each other when we were going out to the bar and we wanted to boost each other's confidence. I was hoping that she'd laugh and feel better, but she only said, "But what if you were a girl?" and she pulled me close and kissed me.
"Wow," I said and adjusted my growing cock under the sheets.
"Wow is right," said Briget. "I had no idea how horny I was and it was like she opened the gate and I was gone. I kissed her back and she squeezed my tit and our tongues were fighting each other and I brought a hand up to her breasts and we were all over each other. We never said a word; she just pushed me back onto the couch and pulled off my t-shirt and got between my legs and started squeezing licking and sucking my tits. I was naked and my pussy was running like a tap and I got my legs around her ass and just squeezed for all I was worth.
"I came twice, just like that." And she snapped her fingers. "Just from her feeling and sucking on my tits. When I came down I pushed her back on the couch and pulled her top off and then took off her panties. I had seen parts of her before, you know, running from the shower to her room, but this was the first time I saw her naked and wanting and she was so fucking gorgeous.
"I always thought I was too fat and she thought she was too skinny and we always told each other we were silly and that we were perfect. And, Denny-man, she was perfect. She pulled me in and we kissed. We got our pussies lined up. It was like we were running on instinct. We were rubbing them back and forth and our tits were rubbing back and forth and we were moaning so loud I thought that the cops would call. I rolled off to the side and started finger fucking her beautiful pussy until she came and then she took my hand and we went to her room."
She raised a finger and looked at me. "And there is where I really learned about how absolutely erotic it was to talk to your lover during sex. She was a master. She was almost able to get me off just by talking dirty to me."
I had reached down and started to stroke my cock. It was full hard. Briget lay on her side. One hand propped up her head as she lay there and the other hand was rubbing my thighs. "You ought to save that for when she gets here," she smirked.
I laughed and folded my hands under my arms. "Fine!" I said. "Go on with the story. It's great!"
"Well, that night I had my first real bi experience. Now, it wasn't hers, she had had a girlfriend through high school that she had gone all the way with... That was a great story in itself. Anyway, I had a lot of catching up to do. She told me that she had wanted me since we moved in together, but was too afraid she'd freak me out.
"But, we talked about it and we both admitted that we still liked boys. We both loved a good hard cock and we started talking about that and we got into it again... We fucked for the whole weekend, and a few times after that when we were horny and dateless.
"Well, to make a long story short, a few months later, she had a date with another guy that she had been seeing and I was at home feeling sorry for myself because I hadn't had a date in nearly four months and sex for six months. Other than occasional sex with her, of course."
"Of course..."
"About two in the morning, the phone rings. When I answer it, it was Roslyn and she says, "Guess what I'm doing right now?" I told her I had no idea and she says, really low and sexy, "I'm getting my ass fucked off..." I could hear it; she was breathing hard and getting a workout, and I'm starting to get pissed off, and she says, "You wanna get your ass fucked off, too?" I asked if she was kidding and she told me to get a taxi over there right away. She gave me the address and hung up.
"Well, I got a taxi and went to this guy's place, and you know what?"
"You got your ass fucked off." I lit a couple of Camels and passed her one.
"Boy, did I ever. This guy was good, and not too bad looking. I got fucked almost as soon as I walked in the door."
I must have looked hurt because she quickly added, "Oh, Dennis, don't worry. It was just fucking..."
I put my petulance aside and she continued the story. 'So, then he fucked Roslyn again while I watched, and then while he recovered, Roslyn and I did each other. That got him all horny again so we tag-teamed the poor guy and then left. We would have done it all again the very next week, but then Roslyn found out he was secretly engaged to another girl so she dropped him like a hot potato. But at least it got me through a dry spell."