Author's Note: This is the follow-up story to After-Party at Angelo's. It can be read alone, but it's better if you read the first part before.
*****
"Slowly, honey or I will squirt too fast," I moaned.
"I want you to come all over my boobs," said Liza.
I was straddling her, one leg on either side and my cock hard between her lips. She loved to suck me off in that position for some reason. I thought it looked uncomfortable but I guess she liked it.
Her lips were stretched around my shaft and I was the one doing all the work now, sliding it in and out while she used her tongue and that's why I complained. She had this little trick, don't ask me how she did it, but It felt so good that I was worried I would come before I could fuck her, but apparently, she didn't want me to.
"I'm so close, so close," I moaned.
She pushed my cock out of her mouth using her tongue and then grabbed the shaft. She stroked it slowly at first and then increased the speed and when I came she angled it down so I came over her firm tits.
"Mm, baby that was good," she purred while playing with my juice.
I got off her and lay down next to her. "Honey, when do you think we can do what you promised me?" I said.
She slowly lifted her finger from her boob and there was a strand of cum attached to it.
"Liza?"
She turned her head. "I heard you, and I have some good news."
"Tell me," I said and pushed myself up one elbow.
"Well, there is this new girl, her name is Michelle, and she is from out of town. She has short black hair down to her earlobes, her body is petite, but she has nice boobs, at least they look nice when she wears a tight top."
"Mm, sounds good. What's your plan?"
She opened her eyes in fake surprise. "My plan? You are the one who wants to see me with another woman, so you have to figure out how we get there."
I fell back on the bed. "Oh, shit."
"Yep, exactly, now go and make me breakfast, I'm taking a shower."
******
Six months had gone by since that crazy night at Angelo's where I had sucked cock for the first and so far the only time in my life. I had done it because Liza had promised me that she would let me see her with another woman if I did it.
Since then we had moved in together in a house not far from campus. We figured we would save on rent by living together. What I didn't count on was the traffic of all her friends coming by every day. It was like if we had revolving doors. I didn't want to nag about it since my friends came by too, but not in the numbers hers did. Another reason I didn't complain was that most of Liza's friends were really hot, and I actually liked being around them. You can learn a lot from slightly tipsy single females who talk about sex without thinking that you are there.
I had suggested to Liza that she tried with one of her friends, to see if they could hook up, but she had said no. Her friends were too important to her, and if she made a mistake she might lose one of them. She preferred someone new on campus.
*****
I was spreading jam on toast when Liza walked into the kitchen. She was only wearing a pair of white thong panties and a matching white bra. She looked delicious and I thought about taking her then and there, but since she wore makeup and had fixed her hair I thought better of it. She was off to class while I still had three hours until mine began.
"That looks good," she said, indicating the plate I had made her, toast, fruit and a bowl of cereal.
"Thanks, so how do you suggest I should handle Michelle?"
Liza looked up from the bowl. "No, you don't talk to her. You just make a plan, and I will put into effect. Think about it as a bank robbery, you are the brain who comes up with the plan, and I am the crook who actually does the robbery.
"Ah, okay, now I get it."
"Good, please go and take a shower, and put some clothes on. Your cock is distracting me."
I always made breakfast naked; you never knew when you might get a quick blowjob before class.
******
I had never planned a bank job or the seduction of a young woman into a girl on girl action. What would make a girl our age even consider being with another woman? Curiosity, love, mutual attraction, but how would I even know if this Michelle was into girls? She might be straighter than straight or have a religious hang up. I decided I should follow her for a while, just to get to know here a bit and find out where she hung out and with whom.
After my last class, I walked over to the business school and sat down on a bench with a school book that I pretended to read. After a while, the students began to come out and I saw Liza head off to the cafeteria with a couple of her friends. Luckily she hadn't seen me or there would have been hell to pay.
A few minutes later Michelle came out. She was alone and looked a bit lost. I stayed where I was watching her from behind my sunglasses.
She was dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt with some kind of logo on it. When she turned and I saw her in profile and smile grew on my lips. She did have big boobs.
Suddenly she spotted me and came right at me. It was too late to get up and leave so I sat there, hoping I looked innocent.
"Excuse me, I need some help."
I took off my sunglasses and said, "Sure, what do you need?"
"Well, I am kind of lost. I think my dorm is over that way but I am not sure."
"In which one do you live?"
"Custer Dorm."
"You are right, it's that way. Just walk down the path past the cafeteria and you will see it."
"Thanks, maybe I'll see you again?"
Crap, that was not a good idea, I thought, but said, "yeah, maybe."
I watched her walk away from me and her ass looked as good as her front. She was petite, no more than five-one, at the most. I am well over six feet and big. I would probably crush her if I lay on top of her, but that wasn't the plan.
Her voice had been soft with a hint of Oklahoma or Texas in it. I figured she had grown up in a small town or even a farm, which was good. That made her a bit innocent and easier to seduce. Big city girls were much savvier when it came to sex I had learned.
When Liza came home I was making dinner for us. I could only make two things and today I had made one of them, Spaghetti Alfredo with mushrooms. I had learned it from an Italian girl I used to date back in Boston. I would have learned more, but when her parents found out she was dating a Yugoslavian boy, they broke it off.
"Hi, honey?" Liza called.
"I'm in the kitchen."
"God, Alfredo again?" she said when she walked in.
"Yes, or you could cook."
She laughed and patted my shoulder. "If you don't want to die of starvation, you keep on cooking or we order in."
Liza was useless in the kitchen. She grew up rich and had people to cook for her and her parents. It was amazing that she even knew how to drive since they also had drivers. She did know how to use the laundry machine, though, I had thought her that.
She dipped her finger in the sauce and sucked on it loudly. "Mm, it does taste good, though."
"That's nasty, I know where that finger has been," said, sounding horrified.
"Mm, but I did wash it afterward."
She gave me a kiss and then walked out of the kitchen. I guessed she was on her way to get changed so I diced some mushrooms and added them to the sauce.
When she came back she opened the fridge and served us two glasses of wine. It was a new thing for us. Before the night at Angelo's, I was a beer and shots guy and she mostly drank Mimosas. Angelo had introduced us to wine and even though we couldn't afford the labels he could, we did have a few good ones.
"Thank you, and cheers," I said.
"Did you hang out outside the business school today?" she said, looking at me sideways.
