Chapter 3 of the Stanford Sex Challenge series. In this chapter, Sarah goes after her chosen target, Ryan Anderson in the company of her good friend, Crystal. I hope you enjoy!
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"So there you have it," Mary said, a triumphant look covering her face. "That's how Stacey and I completed the challenge! And god, I have to tell you ladies, it's a long time since I enjoyed being fucked quite as much as I did that weekend!"
I smiled across the table, lost in my thoughts, as the others pressed Mary for more details of the weekend in LA. A weekend that culminated with young Bob Stillwell fucking her with what sounded like a very delicious piece of meat. You see, we're all part of the Stanford Sex Challenge Club, and Mary had just recounted how she and Stacey had finally bedded their selected targets. It had been a long road, with quite a bit of pain and suffering, as they had committed to using the boys as their personal trainers for a half-marathon race. The smug, gleaming smiles that now graced the faces of both women proclaimed the effort to have been more than worthwhile, however.
Mary's attention turned to me. "Sarah, you've been pretty quiet! Isn't it about time that you completed the challenge too? How are things moving along with Ryan? After all, this was mostly your idea!"
Mary's series of questions instantly snapped me back to the here and now, cruelly interrupting the vision playing in my mind of Ryan's thick cock pounding me to a relentless toe-curling orgasm.
"Slowly is the word I'd use. It's obvious he's attracted to me. I just wish I could get him to make a move."
As I'm sure you've guessed, Ryan is my 'target' for the year. I had started my pursuit by arranging for Ryan to work on computer and network support at Alexon, the company that my sister and I founded. This provided an opportunity to see and flirt with him regularly, however despite my Scandinavian heritage, which blessed me with golden blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and a tall, slim figure, I wasn't having a great deal of success. He's a friendly, talkative young man but no matter how much I flirted with him, he'd never responded in anything more than a friendly fashion.
"I'm sure he's intimidated, Sarah. After all, you're a Senior VP for Engineering and he's just an eighteen-year-old intern. I doubt he's ever going to have the courage to hit on you," Mary said, in an admonishing tone.
I sighed softly. "I know, I know. I've given him plenty of hints that I'm interested but he never pursues them. And I know he's not a virgin since he and Diane Simmons were hot and heavy all through Junior Year."
"Really! Who passed you that little gem of information," Crystal interjected with a laugh.
"That would be telling, but let's just say that I heard it from a very good source."
All of us around the table were members of the Stanford Sex Challenge Club, a crazy scheme that my sister, Jen, and I dreamt up one semi-drunken night a couple of years back. To cut a long story short we had decided that since men of our age were either total douchebags or singularly clueless about what a woman wants from a relationship, we had no choice but to become cougars and reinvigorate our sex lives with younger men. However, being philanthropic, we decided that we'd give back to society and equip some selected young men in our community to be better, more accomplished lovers while satisfying our own need for regular hot sex. Jen had come up with the idea of using her PTA contacts at the local high school to identify a group of senior boys who were hot and exhibited both academic and athletic prowess. The challenge was simple; each of us was tasked with bedding a specific boy and fucking them throughout their Senior Year.
So far, Jen and Mary were the only two founding members to have successfully completed the challenge. We had added Mary's friend Stacey to the group as well since she had enticed Robert's friend, Kent Duval, into her bed during the weekend in LA. That left just Crystal and me to complete the challenge, something that really didn't sit well with my competitive nature. Later, as Crystal and I crawled home through the thick freeway traffic I bitched about how smug and self-satisfied Mary had been.
"Did you see her face? We need to come up with something, Crystal! We can't let her get the better of us."
"So what's your plan?" she responded. "How do we get things moving with Ryan and David?"
David is Crystal's target and she had been making as little progress with him as I was with Ryan, despite being tall, with a mane of thick, glossy black hair and breasts that, even at the age of 50, look amazing.
"Honestly, I think it's time to be bold. We need to generate an opportunity to make things happen." I replied, tuning in my executive VP mode.
"What are you thinking?"
I took my eyes from the road and glanced at Crystal, wondering how she would respond to the wicked thought that had just entered my head.
"What if we did them together? Wouldn't that be hot?" I said, slowly.
"What! Are you crazy? Are you seriously suggesting that we seduce the two of them together!"
"We need something that takes us a step past the others. Can you imagine their faces when we report that not only did we complete the challenge but that we did it twice over!" I said, a broad grin spreading across my face.
"You want to have them both? You mean, like, swap?"
"Why not? Look, we have no emotional attachments, we're simply going to be fucking them for pleasure. I'm sure David's cock will be different from Ryan's but I'm pretty sure I'll enjoy it just as much. As will you when Ryan has you on your back and is giving it to you!"
She stared at me thoughtfully and giggled. "I guess that's true. It just feels kind of slutty to know that we will be doing both of them together."
I reminded her that fulfilling our sexual needs was nothing to be ashamed of. "If the tables were turned and it was two older guys enjoying young college girls, they'd be lauded," I mused.
"You know, you're right! Let's do it. We'll be making a societal statement as well as having fun."
I high-fived her! "Way to go, Crystal. God, this is going to be so much fun. So, what if I needed a little help in moving some furniture next weekend? That new furniture I ordered, the stuff from Crate and Barrel, is arriving and I need to move the existing sofa and chairs upstairs. We could ask the boys for help. What do you think?"
With that brief conversation, our plan was set in motion. We'd have the boys move the furniture and, as a reward, invite them to stay for dinner. From there, we figured it would be pretty easy to maneuver them into our beds. After all, both of us are still able to turn heads when we want and they, we assumed, must, like most teenagers, be in a perpetually horny state.
I made a point of finding Ryan in the break room the next day and casually asked him if he and David might be free at the weekend to help move some furniture. To sweeten the deal I told him that, in addition to cooking dinner, I'd give him and David fifty bucks each for their trouble. Ryan, being the sweet and courteous young man that he is, demurred.
"Oh, no Ms. Green, no need to pay us. We'd be happy to help you out. I'll text you once I've talked to David."
"Thank you, Ryan, I really appreciate your help. Just so you know, Ms. Roberts will probably be around. She and I often hang out together on a Saturday."
David and Ryan arrived right on the stroke of five the following Saturday and I immediately set them to work moving the sofa, two large easy chairs, and a bookcase from the family room to their new location upstairs. The pieces are heavy and it was a delight to watch their muscular bodies as they maneuvered them with an ease that belied their weight.
As the boys worked, I mixed Crystal a large gin and tonic as we talked through our plans for the evening. I complimented Crystal on looking quite so hot.
"I'm glad to see you dressed up for David. You look amazing! Honestly, if he doesn't get it when you start flirting with him, he must be gay!" I said, with a laugh.
"Oh, I really hope he isn't! I could really do with him taking me all night long. It's been so long!"
