College Girls Gone Crazy

This story is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

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That's all of them, I thought to myself, bringing the last box from my wife's recently cleaned out storage unit into the room that served as her home office.

There weren't a lot of boxes, but Liz had asked me to move them from her car in the garage to her home office while she was away for the week at an American Society of CPA's event in Cleveland. I had dropped her off at the airport yesterday and decided I might as well get this task taken care of right away, so I didn't forget about it.

Not that she would be upset with me if I were to forget about it. Liz wasn't just the nicest woman I'd ever known, but the nicest person. In the fifteen years we'd been married, she'd rarely raised her voice in anger. She was patient and kind, with a sweet wholesomeness that seems to have become a rare commodity these days. She was the kind of person who rescued stray kittens and always seemed to have a dollar or two for the homeless. She wouldn't even let me kill a spider if it got into the house. She would insist on scooping it up and taking it outside. Unless it was wintertime, then the lucky spider got relocated to the basement.

Her looks matched her personality. She was just a little over five foot four, with shoulder length curly red hair and a dash of freckles sprinkled across her ivory complexion. She was average in build. Maybe a bit on the thin side, which served to accentuate the perkiness of her B-cup beasts. Her bright green eyes always seemed filled with wonder for the world and her smile had a way of putting anyone at ease. Now in her early 40s, she was still described by most who met her as "cute as a button." Our sex life is decent. Nothing anyone would consider risqué at all, but we still get each other off and do so often. Which few of my married friends can say.

As I turned to leave the room, my foot bumped a box marked "Liz College Stuff." It wasn't a very big box, but it was well worn. The packing tape had come loose with age and one of the flaps was no longer secure. I hadn't met Liz until we were both a few years out of college. She had just started at the small CPA firm she's still at and I, as a budding small business owner, had stopped into the office to inquire about hiring someone to do my books. Since Liz was the newest addition to the firm, she was given my account. A year later, we were married. But, while I talked endlessly to Liz and anyone else who would listen about my glory days in college, Liz didn't talk much about her college years.

Out of curiosity, I decided to take a look in the box. Just to see if there were any old photos or yearbooks, or anything like that which might be fun to see. There wasn't much. Most of the box was filled with eight by ten yellow envelopes stuffed with papers, report cards, and other various school related documents. Her graduation cap was in there as well and so was a yearbook. As I pulled the yearbook out to peruse it, I noticed a DVD.

To say I was shocked by the DVD cover would be an understatement. It was one of those "College Girls Gone Crazy" kind of things. Why on God's green and verdant Earth would Liz have something like that?

As I looked at the collage of scantily clad women featured on the cover, I got at least part of an answer. Featured prominently in the center of the photos on the cover was Liz's friend from college, Pam. She was younger to be sure, but it was definitely her.

Pam stands nearly six feet tall, with olive complexion, dark hair, dark eyes, and full breasts that if not D-Cups were knocking on the door. Even at 40-something Pam is, to quote the cool kids these days, an absolute smoke show. From the picture on the DVD cover, it was obvious she was back then as well.

Admittedly, I don't know Pam all that well, though. She was Liz's maid of honor at our wedding, and she's come to stay the occasional weekend over the years. Pam is nice enough, but personality-wise, she's the complete opposite of Liz. Loud, brash, and the center of attention wherever she goes. It didn't really shock me that Pam would have participated in this kind of thing back in the day. But why would Liz have kept something like this, much less even had it in the first place?

As I looked closer at the picture of Pam, I saw she was embracing a shorter girl who had her head turned down and away from her. It looked like Pam was trying to kiss her. The shorter girl's face was partially obscured by the angle of her head, and she had on a lime green spaghetti strap top. She was of average build, maybe a bit on the skinny side, with pale skin and curly red hair. She --

My heart froze in my chest.

It wasn't possible, was it? Was Liz the redhead in the photo with Pam? If so, that could only mean one thing. As much as I didn't believe it, there was only one way to find out. I took the DVD down to the basement home theater. Even though no one was home, nor would be anytime soon, the living room felt too exposed. I popped the DVD in, hit play, and sat down on the edge of the couch.

A typical montage of sights and sounds made up the intro of the rather cheap quality video. I'm not going to lie and say I've never seen these types of videos before. I reminded myself that the date on the cover was 2004. Twenty years ago. I was lucky my Blu-Ray player would even play it. The menu came up and I could see it was divided into chapters. I clicked on Chapter 3, which featured the photo of Pam and the mystery girl from the cover.

My jaw dropped as the video started.

"Can I help you?" a male voice asked from off camera, as Pam and Liz walked into the frame. Pam was wearing Daisy Duke shorts, flip flops and a black string bikini top that was one deep breath away from losing its battle to restrain her amazing tits. Liz was wearing khaki shorts, flip flops and -- there it was -- the lime green spaghetti strap top from the DVD cover. It was obvious Liz was not wearing a bra. Both were holding a red solo cup filled with some sort of beverage and I could tell from experience that Liz was a bit tipsy. She didn't drink a lot, but when she did, it didn't take much to get her buzzed. I couldn't tell if Pam was drunk, but considering how much she loves her beverages, it was a reasonable assumption.

"We're here for the thing," Pam said, gesturing with her cup. "The Girls Gone Crazy thing."

Liz flushed with embarrassment but stood her ground. Though I think that was mostly because Pam's arm was locked around her waist.

"So, you're interested in being on video then?" the Voice asked.

"No," Liz said, at the exact same time Pam said, "Yes."

Pam looked down at Liz, who she had about five inches of height on and said, "Yes."

Liz smiled sheepishly and said, "No."

"Yes, I am," said Pam. "And so is she."

"Yes." Liz said with a sigh, finally giving in.

"What are you willing to do?" the Voice asked.

"What are you offering?" Pam asked.

"Obviously if you give a little more, you get a little more" the Voice said with a laugh.

"What if we just make out?" Liz asked.

"You get a t-shirt," the voice said.

"What if we make out topless?" Pam asked with a grin. For her part Liz looked a bit uncomfortable.

"A t-shirt and $25 bucks," the voice replied.

"Well, we aren't doing it for the money, are we?" Pam declared as she smiled at Liz. "Lead the way, good sir."

The scene then cut to Pam and Liz sitting on the edge of a bed in what appeared to be a rather nice RV.

"Have you made out with another girl before Pam?" the Voice asked.

"Of course I have," Pam said. "I just haven't made out with my best friend before."

"How about you, Liz?" the Voice asked.

"No," Liz said, her voice barely audible. "I've never done anything with another girl."

Pam's confident smile vanished as she took Liz's hand. "We don't have to do this if you don't want to," she said to the obviously nervous redhead.

"It's not the making out," Liz said. "I don't mind trying that. I'm just not sure why you want to do it on camera for a lousy t-shirt."

"Because it will be fun and because it will be hot," Pam said, "With emphasis on the word hot. Think of how many guys out there are going to jerk off while watching us make out." Pam turned to the camera and gave a deliberate wink.

As she did so, I felt my cock twitch a bit as if to say, "guilty as charged."

"That's what I'm worried about," Liz said. "All the people who are going to watch this someday."

Pam laughed as she put a hand on Liz's shoulder. "No one you know is ever going to watch this," she said.

Except for your husband in about 20 years, I thought to myself.

"I'm not going topless though," Liz said, as she scooted closer to Pam. "You can, but I'm not."

Pam kept her hand on Liz's shoulder and leaned down. Their lips met for a few brief seconds and then Liz broke the kiss. "Sorry," she said. "I'm at a bad angle."

Liz stood up and then straddled Pam, sitting on her lap. Their lips were now inches apart. "Better?" Liz asked with a smile.

Pam just grinned as she pulled Liz in. She started running her hands through Liz's red curls while Liz had both hands on either side of Pam's face, as if she were trying to pull her even closer. It was a stunning sight as both girls got more into what they were doing. My cock wasn't just twitching now, it was straining to break through my cargo shorts.

After about five minutes of some very intense kissing, Pam moved Liz off her lap and onto the bed. "What are you doing?" Liz asked. She was flushed and breathing heavily and obviously very turned on.

"Taking off my top," Pam said. She reached behind her and tugged at the back of her bikini. I could almost hear the fabric sigh in relief as Pam pulled it off and tossed it aside. To say her tits were spectacular didn't do them justice. They appeared firm despite their size, featuring dark colored nipples. The picture from the front of the DVD didn't do them justice, nor had my imagination over the years whenever I had seen her in person.

I wasn't the only one impressed. I could see that Liz was as well.

"Your boobs are incredible" Liz said, with a touch of awe in her voice.

Pam reached out, grabbed both of Liz's hands and placed them on her tits. "They also feel amazing, don't they?"

A look of shock crossed Liz's face, but she didn't exactly fight back either. After a moment, Pam lowered her hands, but to my surprise, Liz didn't. She began to fondle and caress Pam, eliciting a small moan from her friend as Liz started stroking one Pam's of nipples with her thumb.

"I'm sorry," Liz said, quickly pulling her hands back. "I guess I got caught up in the moment."

"Haven't you ever seen these videos?" Pam asked mischievously. "We're supposed to get caught up in the moment. To get turned on by the idea of all the people who are going to be watching this someday and to see what it's like to be a porn star for a day."

Liz said nothing, but then suddenly reached down and, to Pam's delight, took her spaghetti strap off.

"Holy shit," I heard the Voice say off camera. Like me, he had been caught off guard by Liz's sudden boldness. Frankly, I had forgotten he was there. In most of these videos, the guy filming can't keep his mouth shut. But this guy seemed content to let the action play out without comment. At least up until this point.

I didn't blame him though. While Liz's tits were considerably smaller than Pam's, they were still amazing in their own way. Perfectly shaped alabaster globes with bright pink nipples that were currently rock hard. The sprinkle of freckles on her face and shoulders continued their cascade down her chest, giving each otherwise pale-toned breasts a bit of contrast.

Pam immediately took Liz removing her top as an invitation. She reached her hands out to firmly grasp both of Liz's tits. She alternated between gentle stroking and more aggressive fondling and when Pam began to roll Liz's nipples between her fingers, I could see the look of curiosity that had been on Liz's face for the last several minutes change to something more animal in nature.

Pam must have sensed it too. She gently lowered Liz down on the bed, moved on top of her and the two girls started making out again. The contrast between Pam's olive skin and dark hair and Liz's pale skin and red hair was almost artistic in nature. As Pam's kisses followed the treasure trail of freckles towards Liz's tits, my erection started to get uncomfortable. I stood up and quickly took off my cargo shorts. I considered leaving my boxers on. But who was I kidding? I knew where this was going to go eventually. I took them off and sat back down on the edge of the couch. My cock twitching in anticipation as Pam began sucking on Liz's tits.

After several minutes of licking and sucking and nuzzling each of Liz's tits in turn, Pam began licking and kissing her way down Liz's taut belly. She paused a few moments to lick Liz's belly button, which made her squirm a bit, and then continued her way down. Stopping only at the waistband of Liz's khaki shorts.

Pam shifted and started to unbutton them. "Pam, please don't." Liz said. Though it didn't seem all that forceful of an admonishment.

"I'm just going to take your shorts off," Pam said. "I promise."

She finished unbuttoning and unzipping Liz's shorts, and hearing no further dissent from Liz, removed her shorts to reveal a pair of green bikini underwear, which had a clearly visible damp spot at the crotch.

Pam moved back up and began to kiss Liz again. As she did so she began to stroke Liz's mound through the fabric of underwear. Liz made no effort to resist as Pam pushed the green fabric aside and began to finger her. Because of the angle of the camera, I couldn't see much other than a tuft of bright red hair peeking out from where Pam had pushed aside Liz's panties. But I could clearly see that Liz was into it.

Liz sighed as Pam stopped fingering her and then began kissing her way back down her body. Pam licked and nibbled and kissed and bit her way down to the waistband of Liz's underwear.

The Voice spoke again.

"Pam, have you eaten pussy before?"

"Yes," Pam replied, her voice low and husky with desire.

"I will give you both a hundred dollars if you go down on her right now." The Voice wanted to see the same thing I wanted to see.

Both girls were silent for a moment, then Pam looked up at Liz. "I know I promised, but would you let me?"

Liz closed her eyes for a few seconds, then arched her back and quickly slipped off her underwear, revealing a full patch of red hair. For as long as I had known Liz, she was meticulous about trimming down there. She'd obviously had no expectations that the evening was going to turn out the way it had, or I'm sure she would have trimmed things up a bit. While it wasn't wildly out of control, or unkempt, it was, for Liz, much more "natural" than what I was used to seeing. I liked it.

Pam didn't seem to mind either. She ran her fingers through the thick red curls, then gently pushed Liz's legs apart and began licking her pussy.

Whatever shyness Liz had been harboring to this point was completely gone now. Her legs were spread wide and she had two handfuls of Pam's hair, as if she were holding on to the handlebars of a bicycle she had just learned to ride. Intended or not, it also had the added benefit of giving the camera an unobstructed view as Pam worked her tongue in and out of Liz's pussy and swirled it around her now exposed clit.

Small moaning sounds began to escape Liz and I knew she was going to cum soon. Pam must have come to that realization as well as she stepped up the intensity of her efforts. Lesbian porn had always been a turn on for me, but watching the girl who would someday become my wife getting her pussy absolutely devoured by her best friend was the hottest thing I had ever seen.

"Come for me Lizzie," Pam gently demanded.

With a small cry Liz arched her back again, shuddering as the intensity of her orgasm coursed through her. Pam pulled back and sat up on the bed as she watched what she had wrought upon Liz finally ebb a bit. Liz just laid there, legs still spread wide, trying to catch her breath. Her pale skin was flushed and her eyes had a glassy, "freshly fucked" look that I had become quite familiar with over the years.

After another minute, Liz finally sat up and looked at Pam. While she'd been the driving force behind everything that had occurred so far, Pam seemed a bit unsure of what was next. She looked over at the camera and asked, "So are we done?" But The Voice said nothing and continued to film as Liz suddenly pushed Pam down on to the bed and straddled her.

"That was amazing," Liz said, as she began kissing Pam passionately. My mind wondered if she could taste herself on Pam's lips, but then she broke the kiss and looked down at Pam. Their eyes locked for a few brief seconds, but neither made a move or a sound. Finally, as if she'd made up her mind about something, Liz began kissing her way down Pam's neck, eventually working her way down to her tits.

Pam moaned softly and closed her eyes. Liz was biting and sucking and licking at her nipples, alternating between each exquisite globe in turn. After a few minutes, Liz began to gently lick her way down to Pam's belly button, and then beyond until she got the waistband of her Daisy Dukes. Pam's eyes flew open as Liz began unbuttoning them.

"What are you doing?" Pam asked.

"Taking your shorts, off," Liz replied matter-of-factly.

Pam arched her back and reached down to help Liz, but the shorts were so tight that as the girls worked together to remove them, Pam's black lace underwear came off with them. It was immediately obvious this had been Liz's goal all along as she began gently stroking Pam's clean-shaven mound.

"You are so beautiful," Liz said as she slowly slid two fingers into Pam's wet pussy.

"Liz, what are you doing? " Pam stammered, realizing she was no longer in control of what might occur next.

"I'm going to fuck you" Liz said as she continued to finger Pam.

I think I could count on one hand the number of times I've heard Liz use the F-word over the years, and I'd never seen her with such an animalistic look of lust on her face before. Who was this girl and was she still in there somewhere inside my Liz?

"Why?" Pam asked. I myself was very curious about the answer to that question.

"Can you imagine how disappointed all the guys watching this would be if the redhead didn't fuck the brunette in return?" Liz asked. "Don't you think they want to see me fuck you?"

Liz let the question hang in the air. Pam said nothing in return, but Liz wasn't wrong. I absolutely wanted to see her fuck Pam. The fact that thousands of other guys over the last 20 years probably already had watched her do so did nothing to deter me from wanting to see it for myself.

"Don't you want me to fuck you?" Liz practically purred.

Pam locked eyes with Liz, who was still gently fingering Pam's pussy. I could hear how wet Pam was.

"Yes," Pam finally replied with sigh. "I want you to fuck me."

Liz withdrew her fingers from deep inside Pam and made a show of licking the glistening wetness off of them. She then spread Pam's legs apart, lowered her head, and began gently probing her exposed pussy with her tongue.

"I have no idea what I'm doing," Liz admitted with nervous giggle as she used her fingers to spread Pam's pussy lips.

"You may not realize it, but yes you do," Pam said as Liz began running her tongue over Pam's swollen clit.