All characters appearing in the following narrative are fictional. Any resemblance to any real persons - either living or deceased - is entirely coincidental on the part of the Author. Unless otherwise noted all persons appearing in the narrative are written as being of the majority age of eighteen years owing to depictions of graphic sexual activity contained throughout the body of this work.
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Heather was absolutely fuming! It was bad enough that her Mother's date for tonight had fallen through, but Tony's on again / off again, self-absorbed, bitch of a girlfriend had turned up yesterday. From the sounds drifting out of his bedroom last night Heather was willing to say that their relationship was most definitely 'on' again. As if that slut walking bow-legged to the breakfast table had not been a dead giveaway. Tony had refused - flatly - to cancel tonight's poker game despite these unforeseen little mishaps. Heather had cornered him in the upstairs hallway and questioned him on what the two of them were supposed to do about it. His well thought out answer involved her 'winging it'. If she had not forced herself to remain abstinent since the last poker game she might have worked up the courage to tell him just what it was that he could do with that suggestion. . .
The disposable razor rasped along and left another clear patch in its wake. Heather watched as her red curls of pubic hair fell upon the toilet seat and the floor and Chloe plied it between her legs.
"Not too damn much," she said. "I'm not trying out for any adult movies."
"As much as you enjoy fucking, I cannot for the life of me figure out why not?" Chloe answered with a smile and a wink.
The grooming lasted another five minutes before Heather's friend stood up from where she had been sitting on the edge of the bath tub and rinsed the razor under warm water at the sink. Heather walked over to stand in front of the mirror and turned a little circle as she gazed at the neatly trimmed line of hair that had been left for her. It looked so much better after a little cleaning up. She just had never trusted herself with anything sharp near her pussy. Chloe - having done more to her than a trim in the past - had not blinked an eye when she had shown up and immediately been pressed into duty as a barber.
"You sure that you don't want. . ." Heather vaguely gestured between the other girl's legs.
"No. No worries there. I keep it clean just in case." Chloe answered and then walked out of the bathroom and into Heather's bedroom. Her nice little heart-shaped ass bouncing along in one of her pairs of 'fuck me' denim short-shorts. Heather enjoyed the view for a few seconds. Remembering a few summer sleep overs when curiosity - and a lack of male companionship - had meant that the two of them had been forced to work out their raging hormones and sexual frustrations in ways that were not exactly acceptable. Heather had tried calling in a couple of other friends but none of them had been available. Most of them either not being on birth control, or being too close to their periods to chance what she had been talking about between them since her own experience.
Once back inside her own bedroom Heather shed her remaining street clothes. Tossing her own short-shorts onto a pile of laundry, quickly consigning her bra and t-shirt there a few second later. Her window was open and she enjoyed the feeling of the evening breeze blowing in through it and across her exposed skin. It raised goose bumps. Chloe watched her from the comfort of her canopy bed, one finger drifting down between her parted legs to play at the stretch of denim still covering her sex. Heather had recruited Chloe almost from the start. The only one of her friends that enjoyed sex as much as she did. Also the only one that lost her virginity before Heather had done so! Ever since it had almost seemed like a contest between the two of them. Which one could have the most 'good' sex before taking off for college in the fall? It turned out to be a pretty close heat but Heather's little poker night gang bang had given her a small lead. She also had not told Chloe about letting Tony have her anal cherry. Not yet anyway.
Reaching into her nightstand Heather pulled out a couple of small boxes of condoms. Chloe swore she was on the pill but sometimes you just could not be too careful. She passed one to her friend. The box was quickly discarded and the foil wrapped rubbers vanished into one of the pockets of her shorts. Heather then proceeded to remove her pair of crotch-less panties that had gone over so very well the last time around, and its matching bra. Chloe watched as she put it all on and then took another look at herself in the mirror.
"If I were a guy, I'd fuck you," offered Chloe.
"You're not a guy, and you have fucked me," fired back Heather. A rather vivid memory of a particular gel appliance with two heads on it on one of those afore mentioned summer nights. The fact that the two of them had fucked each other was not brought up, therefore Heather pulled on some hip-hugging Capri style pants and a halter top that showed off the flat plain of her stomach and barely managed to contain her tits. Chloe was looking just a little put off at the finished product until Heather reached into another drawer and pulled out a non-descript black shopping bag and dropped it between her parted legs.
"You did not honestly think that I was going to leave you out, did you?" She asked her friend even as the other girl began pulling out laced and frilly panties with an assortment of matching bras. They all belonged to Heather but the two girls were of such a similar size that they had never had a hard time fitting into one another's clothes.
Several moments later they were both dressed and just finishing off the last touches to their make-up. Chloe had opted for a pearl-white set of high-cut, lace, panties and their matching bra. Heather had almost laughed at the idea of her friend thinking to wear white. It had been so long since either of them had been virgins it was difficult to remember what it felt like to actually be afraid of having sex! The last touch-ups to their make-ups complete the two young women headed down the stairs together and made a hurried beeline for the game room and the noise of several guys' playing cards. The game might already be underway, but shit was about to get a whole lot more interesting for everyone involved. . .
Tony watched the looks on the faces of each of his fraternity brothers as Heather and her friend Chloe walked in from the other room. His little sister was looking incredibly fuck-able in Capri pants and a halter top. Both of which had been strategically cut to tease the guys around the table with glimpses of her lingerie. Her red hair was combed out straight and fell like a flaming waterfall over the sweet, tight, curves of her ass. Her friend, in a similar get up, was all legs as she entered in Heather's wake. Ebony hair and cream skin that danced under the light fixture hanging over the table. Her tits were a little bigger but that only added to the sudden attraction Tony was feeling. To say nothing of the growing hardness between his own legs. Mike and Pete were returning for tonight's game. They had not even blinked at the hundred dollar buy in. Eric - thankfully - was a no show. Anton was unavailable owing to spending the weekend boning his own girlfriend back on campus. So, Tony had decided to bring in Ian and Tully. Two of the more promising pledges that had survived thus far. Tonight they were allowed into the game but were also acting as 'beer wenches'.
Heather swore a string of oaths colorful enough to make a sailor blush! She had won another hand. And on a shitty three-of-a-kind to boot. Chloe just giggled as her low pair meant that something else had to come off. The lucky bitch was already out of her shirt and her creamy white tits were just begging for some attention. Since Tony had the second highest hand - the two girls having already agreed between them to keep it 'vanilla' - was going to enjoy some of her favors while the next hand was dealt. She watched as her friend stood up and walked around the table. Dipping a hand into each player's crotch as she passed them. No doubt checking to see if they were ready when, and if, there turn came along. Heather had assured Chloe that every guy at the table was going to go away happy tonight. For what they were paying to drink domestic beer and smoke cheap cigars they damn well better.
Tony gasped audibly as Chloe sank down in front of him and opened the fly of his jean shorts. She wasn't but a minute before she had fished his stiffening dick out of his boxers and then launched into giving him a very good hand job! He only hoped that his girlfriend did not walk in on them. Harper was a sweet girl but she had never gotten past 'missionary' sex. She never offered Tony this sort of foreplay and the idea of giving a guy oral was alien - and repugnant - to her.
"Oh shit," he whispered as his head rolled back. Chloe dipped her head down and swallowed the head of his penis.
"Mm. . .Mph . . . . Mm . . . . Mph . . . . Mm," came the noises rising from under the table.