This is a continuation of the story about my girlfriend, Kara, and her roommate, Joyce. Back in the era of "Peace and Love" (actually, contrary to all the talk, at the time there was precious little of either), we were all in college. If you haven't read the first part, I'd suggest you go back and read it to understand the characters and the situation a little better.
Time-wise, this part actually occurred a little before the incident I related in Chapter 1. Only later did Kara tell me about this part of the story.
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Joyce was a great roommate for my girlfriend Kara. They'd enjoyed each other's company as friends, but once they moved in together, they realized how many interests they shared and how their temperaments seemed to compliment one another. Kara had always been a little reserved. Not exactly shy, but she didn't make friends easily and was not one to take the lead in a conversation.
Joyce was just the opposite — outgoing and full of life. Anyone she didn't know was just a friend she hadn't met yet. While Kara was more interested in the domestic side of making their apartment more appealing to live in, Joyce saw it as her duty to make sure Kara had some fun. Of course with me in the picture, Joyce made sure I took Kara out at least once a week for a meal, or dancing, or a party. It was fine with me (although the budget was short and "out to eat" often meant a trip to the local burger palace), and Kara enjoyed going out as much as I did.
Kara lived in another state, but I was only a couple of hours drive away from my parents house. I was expected to go home for birthdays and other special family occasions. Most special occasions anyway. My sister's high school chorus's fall concert was not quite important enough to come home for since I had a test. Of course, I didn't tell my folks the test was to see if I could screw Kara's brains out every day that weekend.
Kara had gone home with me twice already, and my parents thought she was terrific. However, as a music major, she had a killer practice schedule, and I knew it wasn't fair of me to expect her to drag along on every trip I made home.
In January, shortly after we'd gotten back for the new term, I went home for my cousin's wedding. He was the same age I was, and we'd spent a good part of our early years growing up together — this was a family event that I actually wanted to attend. I packed up after my last class of the day and was ready to go when Kara got home from class. She wasn't coming home with me on this trip, and I wanted to say goodbye before I left.
I had a ride home with Josh, my apartment mate. We'd grown up together and been best friends pretty much forever. He was taller than me and better looking. At least the girls seemed to think so. He always had a plenty of dates. In fact he'd even gone out with Joyce a couple of times lately.
Once Josh and I were ready, we swung by Kara's apartment so I could say goodbye. I knocked on the door, and Joyce answered.
"Hi, Mike. Hey, where's that good looking roommate of yours? Did you leave him in the car? Come on, tell him to come in and say hello."
I waved to Josh, and we both entered the apartment. Joyce jumped up into a hug with Josh and locked her legs around him. He was unprepared, and they almost tumbled to the rug. Joyce was laughing as they disengaged. She tugged him towards the kitchen. "Come on. You've got to try one of the brownies I made."
When they were out of sight, I collected Kara in a warm embrace. The weather was supposed to be cold but not snowy, and I told her I'd be back Sunday afternoon. She snuggled close for a kiss and made a point of telling me how horny she would be for me by that time as she rubbed my cock through my pants.
"Whoo, hoo! Looks like she means business, Mike. You'd better be ready," Joyce called from across the living room. She gave Josh a deep kiss then turned back to me. "Now you guys get out of here. The sooner you get back, Mike, the sooner Kara will be able to take care of you."
I was startled because I hadn't realized she was even in the room let alone listening to us. I thought she and Josh were still in the kitchen. Kara blushed a little bit but gave me another warm, wet kiss before I left. Josh thanked Joyce again for the warm, napkin-wrapped brownie he had clutched in his hand.
After we left, Joyce decided Kara needed a little cheering up. "So, girlfriend, what are you planning for the weekend now that your man is out of the way?"
Kara smiled. That was Joyce's usual refrain when I was gone for the weekend, and she gave her usual answer, "I'm planning to get all the things done I don't seem to do when Mike's around. That Chopin etude I'm supposed to perform for the jury in two weeks needs mucho work."
"Yeah, yeah. But what about tonight? I'm dateless and in the mood for a pizza and wine party. How about you?"
"Sure. That would be fun. Maybe there's another crummy movie on TV. Although I don't know how you could top Attack of the Flying Saucers."
Joyce laughed. "Hey, now. It really wasn't so bad after the second bottle of wine kicked in. Course, I don't really remember the way it ended."
"Probably because you were sound asleep on the couch."
"Was not. I may have had my eyes closed for awhile, but I watched all the parts where they blew up those cheesy models. The Eiffel Tower looked like it was made of toothpicks."
"Well, you may have watched the destruction of planet Earth, but I couldn't follow the dialog over your snoring."
"Huh!" Joyce snorted. "Well just for that, I'll let you make the pizza while I go get some wine."
Later, the pizza was gone and they'd found nothing of interest on TV. The apartment was warm, and for comfort they'd both put on long t-shirts they both used for pajamas. As they finished the wine, they talked. Joyce once again brought up how horny she'd been lately. "This really sucks, not getting any."
"What about Josh?"
She grinned. "He's next on the list provided I don't get a better offer. He looks like someone who could keep me happy for a while."
"I'm surprised you haven't let him into your bed yet."
"You mean 'why haven't I fucked him yet?'"
Kara blushed a little. "Yeah. He's available, and he obviously finds you attractive."
"Strategy, my dear. You got to get them hot and panting for it before you let them in on the main event. Anticipation." Joyce sang a few bars of the song, and Kara grinned.
"So, in the meantime," Joyce continued, "I just tell myself 'you are not horny,' and it's all better."
"Maybe you should concentrate more on your studies."
"Right, but studying makes me horny. I might not be able to give Josh the build up he needs."
"Joyce, life makes you horny."
She grinned and tossed a couch cushion at Kara. "Well, at least you've got someone who screws your brains out regularly. Sometimes I just can't bear it listening to you two get it on in the bedroom."
"Well, you're not supposed to listen."
"Like I could avoid it. Mike is usually pretty quiet — just grunts and groans. You, however, like to sing your song."
Kara's face got hot with embarrassment. "I'm sorry. I don't mean to get that way, it's just . . ." Her voice trailed off in a kind of dreamy reverie as she thought about what it felt like when she was riding Mike's hard cock.
Joyce smiled and moved over beside her on the couch. "Hey, it's okay. I'm not complaining. It's sort of like having my own private sex show. Maybe you guys should perform professionally."
Kara dissolved into giggles. "Now I know you are joking. Who would pay money to see me naked?"
"Plenty of people, doll. You are gorgeous — long tall Sally without her red dress on."
"Oh, don't. My tits are already starting to droop. Who wants to see that."
Joyce frowned in exasperation. "Here. Stand up and take off your shirt. Let's see those tits."
Somewhat self consciously, Kara stood and pulled her shirt off. She struck a pose, and Joyce applauded. She said, "See, I'm already starting to sag."
Joyce stood up and walked around the girl looking at her from all angles. "Hmm. Maybe it's because you spend too many hours hunched over the piano. Let's pull those shoulders back a little. Come on. Stand up straight."
Kara straightened, but then stretched her arms back and sighed. "My muscles get so tight from all that practice. McMaster never lets up."
Joyce put her hands on Kara's shoulders and kneaded the muscles. "How about you let a dancer show you how to get the knots out? Come on. You lay down, and I'll see if I can't loosen you up some."
Kara giggled. "With all the wine I've had, I'm already pretty loose. I wish Mike were here."
"Nope. If he was here, you'd never get a massage — at least for your shoulders. He's a guy. Thirty seconds of targeted muscle relief, and then he'd dive for your boobs. Within two minutes you'd both be doing the horizontal hula."
"Now, come on." Joyce led the girl into the bedroom dimly lit with their nightlight. Joyce shrugged out of her shirt too and grabbed a bottle of lotion from the dresser. Taking a dirty sheet out of the laundry, she flipped it over the covers on the bed. "Here. Lay down, and let me work on you."
Kara gratefully plopped down on the bed and grabbed a pillow for her head. "All right, do me." Then she giggled at what she'd just said.
"You think I wouldn't? You are quite the dish. God, I'd love to watch you and Mike get it on some time."
