The nice thing about coming from a family where both parents have good paying jobs is that you don't have to live in the dorm unless you want to. I spent my first two years in college living in a dorm, but in my junior year I wanted to be able to party and I talked mom and dad into spring for an apartment. They were leery until I used the argument that I needed to start learning how to live on my own against the day I graduated.
It wasn't party, party, party - I did work hard at keeping my grades up - but I wanted to be able to "get down" on Friday and Saturday nights, bring ladies into my bed and not have to worry about being caught. I wanted to be able to drink and not have to sweat getting a DUI while driving home from a party or have the asshole campus cops stop me for staggering across the quad. I wanted unsupervised freedom.
The worst thing about my apartment was that it was too damned close to my big brother. Far enough away from mom and dad that I only saw them once every three weeks or so, but Barry was only two blocks away. When he had graduated he had taken a job locally and set up housekeeping. As a result I saw Barry two or three times a week. But Barry wasn't the problem. The problem was Barry's wife Mindy and the problem had nothing to do with what Mindy said or did. The problem was what she was. What she was was everything that a guy wanted in a woman. She was beautiful. She was sexy as hell and built like the proverbial brick shithouse. She was smart, she was funny and it killed me to be around her and know that she could never be mine.
Every time Barry came over he had Mindy with him and every time Mindy walked through my door I got a raging hard on. It didn't matter what she wore - dress with heels, shorts with tee shirt and tennies, or baggy sweats - Mindy made me stiff. The worst of it for me was that Mindy knew it. Not that she ever teased me or led me on or anything like that, but she would give me a look that said, "I know what you want and thanks for the appreciation." I hated it when she came by and I couldn't wait to see her again and how fucked up is that?
Friday night is usually "party hardy" time at my apartment and I usually have anywhere from eight to eighteen people stuffed into my two-bedroom place. Lots of nights the place turns into make out city and sometimes, what with all the booze and grass that floats around, things can get pretty way out. I've actually had couples fucking on the couch, the living room floor and on the kitchen table when both bedrooms were full. It isn't something that happens all the time, but it has happened a time or two which is why I was a little on the nervous side when Mindy called me one Friday night and said she was going to stop by if I didn't mind. Barry had gone out of town and she was alone and wanted company. Talk about being between a rock and a hard place - I wanted to see her, but I didn't want to expose her to the antics of my friends. I told her there would be a party going on and she said, "Great, I could use a little fun." How could I say no?
The party was already cranking when the doorbell rang and I answered it to find Mindy standing there. She gave me a big smile and I stepped aside and let her in. She couldn't have dressed any worst if she had tried. She had on "Daisy Dukes" with a halter-top (no bra) and a pair of flip-flops. She might as well have come naked. By the time the door had closed behind her there wasn't a soft cock in the apartment. I looked at Mindy and wondered what she was thinking. She had to notice that every pair of male eyes in the place were on her. There were three other girls at the party, but suddenly Mindy was the center of attention. I also wondered what she thought about being the oldest person at the party. At twenty-four she had three years on almost everyone there and four or five years on one or two. I asked her what she was drinking and she said a beer would do and so I went to the kitchen and got her one. When I came back she was talking to a girl and two of my buddies so I handed her the beer and left her to mingle.
Within an hour Mindy had been hit on by every guy in there (except me) and she seemed to be loving the attention. I had my head in the fridge getting another beer when Sal came up to me. "Your sister in law is one hot babe. Have you fucked her yet?"
"Fuck no Sal, she's my brothers wife."
"Don't mean shit man, she's pussy. Besides, I've seen the way you look at her. You want a taste of that so bad it's killing you."
"Well, yeah, but that doesn't change the fact that she's family."
"Would you fuck her if you could and get away with it?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean slip her a little something and then do her while she's out."
"Oh man, I couldn't do something like that to Mindy."
"Your choice, but if you change your mind I've got a little something that will do the trick."
"What's that?"
"Its called Special K. It puts them out in fifteen or twenty minutes and depending on the dosage it will keep them down for anywhere from one to five hours. The beauty of it is that have no control over their bodies and if they are being fucked when the stuff wears off they will keep on going until you stop and let them go to sleep."
"No man, I couldn't do something like that."
"Think about it, the night is still young."
I spent the next hour watching Mindy and the more I watched her the more I thought about what Sal had told me. I don't suppose that I would ever have done it if Mindy herself hadn't pushed me over the edge. She was standing and talking to five guys and one of them reached out and touched one of her boobs. She just kept talking as she pushed his hand away and treated the matter as if it was just another everyday occurrence. Then another guy did the same thing and again all she did was push the hand away. She didn't get pissed, she didn't haul off and slap anybody, just pushed the hand away and kept on talking. I don't know why it made my cock throb like it did or why it all of a sudden made me think of Sal's idea, but it did and I went looking for him.
