AN INTRODUCTION BY AMY
If you have been following my story as it is posted, you will know that I am Rick's girlfriend. I have dark hair and a decent body, even in my advanced years as I approach my thirtieth birthday. You will know that Rick and I met the person you know as Intimate Confessions at an upscale resort in Park City Utah and he wrote the first installment of this story in which he met us. I wrote the second chapter and Rick wrote the third about his experiences with his step-sisters. You will know that Intimate Confessions posts our stories on the web and gets any responses we get back to us. You will know that this is the forth installment of a series that may go on for a long time.
You will know that I've been writing about my freshman year in college. You will have read about a certain night in the late fall when I awoke to hear my roommate Carol masturbating. Hearing this aroused me to a degree I had never experienced and after she went back to sleep, I spent the rest of the night rubbing off, hoping she'd catch (and maybe join) me. She didn't and when I'd regained my sanity, I was glad that she hadn't.
I was sick with worry that she really knew, but wasn't saying anything, but after a couple of weeks, it was apparent that she suspected nothing.
Throughout the rest of the year, this thing repeated itself about once a month. I'd wake up and hear Carol rubbing off then I'd wait in an agony of excitement and arousal until I was sure she had dropped off to sleep. I would spend the remainder of the night awash in a sea of sensuality spending real quality time with me, myself and I. Each time I suffered the tortures of the dammed, living with guilt and a sneaking suspicion that I was turning gay. Each time, she never gave even the slightest indication that she was aware of my darker sexual leanings.
By the time spring break approached, we had settled down into a nice little routine, a night of mutual, but private masturbation, a week or two of unspeakable anxiety and the dawning awareness that, once again she suspected nothing.
When spring break came, she invited me to go to her house in Dallas to meet her boyfriend, Larry and her brother Brian, who she was sure I'd like. Having nothing better planned, I took her up on it.
LEAVING DENVER
We packed the car the night before and got on the road about 12 AM, having slept late and spent some time shopping for last minute items. We drove straight east on I โ 70 which is as desolate a drive as you could imagine with brown fields of scrub stretching to the horizon, unbroken except for the occasional cottonwood tree. Since it was Carol's car, she drove and I entertained myself watching the prairie rolling by the window at 55 miles an hour.
We made small talk for the first hour or so and then we lapsed into silence and our own thoughts as the road unwound beneath the car. We stopped in Goodland Kansas for a brief truck stop lunch and then climbed back into the car and drove east again.
At the store in Goodland, Carol had picked up a six pack of beer. She cracked one and handed another to me. The first went down nice and cool. We were starting on the second when Carol said, "Why do you dress like that?
I looked over at her with a puzzled expression and said, "What do you mean, like that?"
"You know, floppy T shirts, jeans, the whole covered up look?" It was true, I was wearing my usual jeans and spacious T-shirt.
I replied, "I could ask you the same thing, why do you show so much skin?" Carol was wearing a mid thigh skirt with a tight, slightly low cut top that showed the first swelling of her breasts. Not really appropriate wear for a road trip, I thought to myself.
Carol looked over at me and said, "I guess it's only fair that I answer first since I asked the question".
She settled back in her seat, took a long pull at her beer and said, "Ever since I was a little girl, all I ever wanted to be was a big girl. What I mean is that I like the attention I get when men look at me."
"Is it a sex thing?" I asked.
She wrinkled her nose, shrugged and said, "It's complicated".
I gestured at the apparently endless road unwinding in front of the car and said, "We've got nothing but time, what do you mean by complicated?"
"Well, complicated. I'm afraid that after you've heard the story, you might not be as excited about meeting my brother and Larry as you are now. If that's the case, I will be glad to pay your bus fare back to Denver with my apologies, butโฆ"
"What?" I said.
She hesitated and said, "If I tell you, this has got to remain between us no matter what, if you stay or if you go, do you promise?"
I nodded and said, "I promise, I'll never tell a soul".
CAROL'S STORY
"OK", she said, "When I was about sixteen, my brother, who is a year younger then me had a friend over to stay the night. The three of us spent the day swimming in the backyard. I had a new swimming suit, a really cute bikini. I caught Brian's friend, Larry looking at me when he thought I wouldn't notice. It made me feelโฆwell, good, sort of sexy. We spent the day swimming and playing in the water and the feeling that Larry liked looking at me, kept cropping up.
"About the middle of the afternoon, Larry remarked to Brian that he had to pee. Brian said he should just go there. I think Brian meant in the pool, but Larry just started going while he was standing there, his suit darkening, urine running down his legs and spattering on the ground. I don't think he knew I was right there, in the pool about five feet behind him, but I was and when he turned around to jump in the pool and rinse off, there I was, just staring at him".
"I can't really explain it, but watching this had such an effect on me. I was instantly aroused and felt, well, like I wanted him to see me do the same thing."
"About half an hour later Brian went in the house for something or other and Larry and I were standing and talking by the side of the pool. As we talked, I let my bladder go and felt my bottoms turning warm as I urinated into them. Then I heard my pee spattering on the cement between my legs and felt it running down my legs as we spoke. I refused to acknowledge what I was doing and just kept on talking while I pissed. I could see that Larry was trying to maintain eye contact with me, but his gaze moved as if drug by gravity to the spreading puddle fed by my streaming legs. When I looked down, at last, I could see that he had a king-size erection that he was too surprised to hide. I turned and dived into the pool and left him standing there with a hard dick and nothing to be done about it."