If you've just discovered this series, I'd urge you to read the Prologue to Chapter 1, and maybe even start there. This is a slowly-building series that I'm trying to keep fairly realistic, the sexual awakening of a shy 18yo boy. But I hope there's enough erotica in each part to keep it interesting, even if you just start here.
Sunday, 10/23
I woke to the smell of bacon, and Candace no longer in bed with me. I looked around for my clothes, then realized they were still out in the kitchen from strip poker last night. So I grabbed a towel from Candace's bathroom, wet my hair and tried to halfway push it in place, then moseyed down the hall to the kitchen. The three girls were all up, chatting gaily. That surprised me because Nia and Keisha had still been going at it when I went to sleep. But they looked fresh and were absolutely glowing. I bent to kiss Nia as I walked by to gather up my clothes.
"Good morning, sleepy head! Bacon, eggs, and pancakes suit you?" That was Candace, over at the stove in just bra and panties (and my how she filled out those panties!). The other two had silky robes on, apparently sans bras.
"
You had me at bacon.
" They all giggled at my reference to Jerry McGuire. I stepped around the wall into the living room to get dressed.
"You can do that in here, Mark! No need to be bashful around us." That was Keisha.
"Maybe I've had enough of being objectified by you pervy ladies! Wait, 'ladies' wouldn't be pervy, would they? You pervy
women
, then." That got an outburst of beautiful female laughter, almost in harmony.
"Did you two
sleep
well?"
"I could ask
you
the same thing! You two were still going
long
after we went to sleep. Did my girl scratch an itch for you?"
Keisha and Nia were sitting in adjacent chairs, hands around coffee cups. Keisha took one of Nia's hands, "She sure did! Mind if I borrow her once in a while?" The latter part was spoken directly to Nia, who was beaming back at Keisha. I have to admit there was a slight pang of jealousy, but I knew that Nia loved me as a man, and I was confident in what I brought to our relationship. Still, I felt I had to kiss her again as I sat in the chair next to her, I guess to stake my claim.
Candace served us all, then sat down herself and we all chatted about sundry things. Mostly the three girls talked about sorority stuff. I didn't pay much attention to that, but there was something I'd been wanting to ask Nia for help with; and it just occurred to me that the girls, being three years older and having more experience with this person, would be good to consult.
"Mark, you're unusually quiet. Something on your mind?" That was Candace the Psych major, ever perceptive. She probably thought it was jealousy or confusion about last night, but I was fine with all that.
"Yes. I could use some help. Nia, I've told you a lot of this, but for you two: the Monday after Rita dropped me off from our weekend in the hotel, I was feeling so confident about myself that I, um, well I guess I seduced Miss Pullam."
"Miss Pullam!?" "Miss
Pullam
??" That was Candace and Keisha almost in unison, who of course knew Miss Pullam from the House and the work she did there or whatever.
"Yeah,
that
Miss Pullam. And it turns out she's freakier than I'm interested in." I told them about our first liaison in generalities, then the second one with more detail: even the embarrassing-for-me stuff about pantyhose, camisole, and high heels. Oh, and butt-play. I did leave out 'tasting myself' though; I had to leave myself at least a shred of dignity.
It made me sick to my stomach how easily she'd led me into doing those perverted things. And it was hard to tell it all to the girls, especially Nia, who I didn't want to think of me as less of a man. But I needed their help in getting out of it. For good.
"Wait, are you
sure
it was
our
Miss Pullam?" "Black? Looks like Phylicia Rashad?" That was both girls, and I told them that it was indeed
that
Miss Pullam.
"Yes, looks like Claire Huxtable. That's why I was interested in her in the first place! The Cosby Show was always on at the Boys' Home. She works in the cafeteria, but I didn't know her ties to ZP until after. But here's the thing: she wants me to meet some woman who runs the Detroit Free Press, thinks she might hire me as an intern at--"
"Oh that's great!" Doesn't matter who said it, they were all thinking it, judging by their facial expressions.
"No, it's definitely
not
great, because you see, this woman is probably even a bigger freak than Miss Pullam and will want me to 'do things' for her. Or worse yet, do things
to
me. So I need to extricate myself from this thing, and make sure she
never
bothers me again. And that's what I'm asking you guys for help with."
A plan was hatched, and it involved Nia going with me to Miss Pullam's house when I was summosed. After thanking Candace profusely for breakfast, Nia got dressed and we left.
"Hey baby, you know who I haven't met yet? Your roommate Jake. You don't work today, do you? Maybe we can go by since we're out?" I told her sure, but when we got to the room, no Jake. "Maybe we can watch TV or something and wait for him?"
"Sure, as long as it's more 'watch TV' than 'or
something'
!" She giggled naughtily and then asked me what I was accusing her of.
"I'm not
accusing
you of anything. But I'm
saying
you can't be trusted!" She laughed and rubbed her body against me seductively. "
See!!
But I guess it's my own fault....for being so dang handsome." She burst out laughing and kissed me all over my face and lips, pushing me back against my desk and then trying to simultaneously hump herself against my thigh and put my hands on her breasts.
"See
again
!" Then without thinking through my next action entirely, but thinking that if I put a bag over my too-handsome face it might help, I pulled my shirt up over my head. The flaw in that plan was quickly revealed when I felt fingers and wet lips on my nipples. Which felt great (it always did), but I wasn't trying to let her start something that would be embarrassing if Jake came back soon.
"You know what, young lady? You need to learn to mind your man! Didn't you say last night that I'm the man so I (
mostly
) tell you what to do?" She giggled and nodded, her eyes glinting, not sure where this was going exactly, but thinking she might like it. Sitting on my desk chair I said, "So I'm going to need to punish you." Patting my lap I told her to lay across it. Nia and I had never done spanking before, and I wasn't sure why I'd thought of it, but I thought *I'd* enjoy it, even if she didn't.
But Nia must've thought she'd enjoy it too because in a flash she was laid across my lap, apologizing for not minding me, etc. Rubbing her firm butt through her skirt (same clothes as at the party last night, for both of us), I gave her the old, "This is going to hurt me a lot more than it's going to hurt you" speech (why does that never seem to be true?). Then I reared back and
pow!
, gave her a good swat across the cheek furthest from me.
"Ow! I promise, Mark, I'll listen to you next time and stop when you say to stop!"
Pow
! went another one across the nearer cheek. "Ouch! Please, papi, I'll be good from here on, I promise!" She didn't want me to stop, I could see that when she craned her head around to look at me.
"You'd better believe you will, Missy. But just to make sure, I'd better give you a few more. Lifting her skirt to reveal her flowery little panties
, pow! pow!,
one more on each cheek. Those had to hurt a bit more.
"I'm sorry, Daddy! I'll listen to you better from now on." I shushed her and rubbed her panty-clad bottom gently, trying to smooth the sting away.
"I know you will, baby-girl, I know. But I have to be sure, don't I? I can't have any woman of mine going around disobeying me, can I? This time was just in private, but what if we were around our friends, what would they think of me as a man, hmmm? No, that just wouldn't do."
"I understand, Sir. But
please
don't pull my panties down and spank my bare bottom, baby. Please don't do
that
!" Which of course was her telling me to do
exactly
that. I'd been thinking this whole time what if Jake popped in, but we'd hear the key and probably have time to react. But the panties would add another crucial second at least to the timeline. I thought about not doing it, but my dick, engorged by the eroticism of spanking her for the first time, told me it would probably be alright.
"I'm sorry, little girl, but I'm afraid I have to do exactly that." She moaned and squirmed in my lap. "But if Mr. Jake comes in you have to jump up quickly and fix yourself up; can you do that?" She said she could, so I pulled her panties down, revealing that delicious dancer's ass, which I caressed and kneaded. "Because if Mr. Jake came in and saw your bare bottom like this, he might want to give it a few swats himself..."
Nia moaned more loudly than before, and squirmed and rolled side-to-side in my lap, shaking her tight little booty for me. (Or was it for Jake?) Covering her mouth with my left hand now, I gave her four sharp pops, 2 on each cheek:
pow, pow, Pow!, POW!
Nia screamed and moaned into my hand deliciously. The pops weren't hard enough to
really
hurt, I knew. (Boy,