Party Girl
Chapter 4
The next morning, Katrina and Eugene were barely speaking. They slept late, embarrassed by their behavior. Katrina showered again and stayed in the bathroom a long time.
They said their goodbyes at Harry Reid International Airport. Katrina hugged and kissed Eugene, not wanting to let him go. Then she kissed Sandy on the cheek and accepted her hugs that followed. It all further confused her. Why did she kiss Sandy and let her hug her? Images of her pale jeweled pussy came to mind; she remembered becoming familiar with it and shrugged. At this point one more pussy didn't mean much. She was flying back to Lincoln, Nebraska alone, while Eugene and Sandy returned to Boston. She tried unsuccessfully not to think about it. She was sharing Eugene like she promised. She imagined Sandy and Eugene would be seated together, talking, and revealing their feelings, and thoughts about the orgy.
In the meantime, she was left alone to process things by herself. She worried; she was becoming more attracted to women. Despite being officially "airtight" she didn't remember much about the men or their dirty smelly cocks. She remembered the women and their pretty and unique pussies. She loved the ones that were groomed and bald the most. The hairy ones she wanted to avoid but couldn't help herself. She was comfortable in the company of women, and the pair at the orgy that passionately made love to her. She had to admit it was pretty amazing. A pretty flight attendant stopped to check on her. She smiled back gazing into her pretty blue eyes, Katrina was thrilled to have gotten the attention and felt a tingling inside her well used pussy.
Expecting to find comfort with the return to her weekly routine, Katrina was disappointed by how really weird things became. First there were the strange phone calls, she couldn't resist answering. There'd be no one on the other end, at least no words or voices that she remembered. She would just wake up to find that she'd been on the call for fifteen minutes or more. Then she'd forget about it until the next day when it would happen again.
Although she maintained her normal study routine, she began making time to watch porn on the internet. Not just any porn, but videos featuring the Asian porn actress known as Airtight Amy. Katrina was surprised how few videos were available. She remembered Eugene encouraging her to watch one with him when they just began dating, they both had gotten so worked up they fucked until they were raw. She scolded herself for being so crude, but that's what it was. Back then they fucked so often that had she not been on the pill she'd have gotten pregnant for sure. It wasn't all physical, in those early days of their relationship. Their long talks and walks in the moonlight, in time they fell in love with each other's minds. The sex was better, not as urgent, or frequent just better. Watching the final "Airtight Amy" video, Katrina romanticized her first time being "airtight". Before she could sort it all out, she'd visited a local adult store and invested half her months hard-earned wages on a few dildos so she could practice being "airtight". She'd watch the Amy videos, then masturbate for hours, or until she was sore.
She was conflicted. Being "airtight" was what she did at the orgy in Las Vegas, she still didn't know why she had so willfully joined. Perhaps there was something in her drinks. She had to have been drugged to have been so reckless, she rationalized. However, since returning home, she was also finding it hard not to look at friends, professors, and practically every woman she saw as possible sex partners. She wasn't gay was she? She had always been bisexual, and wanting to have all her holes filled with cock was natural, right? She still love men and their big smelly hard nasty cocks.
"Being airtight is so right",
as Amy would always say.
None of her new behavior made sense, it just wasn't her. She wasn't open, charming, witty, and headstrong among her friends. With others, she'd always been quiet and conservative especially when it came to sex. Something happened in Las Vegas that changed her. She was sure of that but couldn't remember no matter how hard she tried. By now the calls had increased to mornings and evenings. She'd forgotten most of what happened on the trip, accept how much she wanted to meet the right woman. There was no conflict for her. There was still only one man for her, Eugene. They talked on the phone and did video calls. But he was in Boston and didn't have much time for her. It would be weeks if not months before she'd see him again. She liked Lincoln Nebraska, it suited her. She had only a few more months before she'd complete her degree. Eugene was so far away. What was she to do?
The next day as she gathered with her friends off campus at their usual hangout, she felt incredibly lonely and needed to feel loved. She tried to ignore it but found herself wondering which of her girlfriends would make the best sex partner. She'd known them all for years, sharing the same classes and now she was lusting over all of them. The way she'd look at them made some uncomfortable, and others suspicious. Those who knew her best excused her behavior. But others, particularly those with active "gaydar" recognized her as a closet lesbian. She wanted to confide in them, or maybe just one of them. But she couldn't. Although she tried, but it never came out right. She was a brilliant student, now she found it difficult to concentrate. She would just zone out, imagining her professors naked, both male and female. On more than one occasion she imagined one of her professors naked and wearing a strap-on dildo. She was constantly thinking of sex, and now thinking of sex with women.
"Excuse me,"
a voice behind her said, she'd been standing in line waiting to place her order for a Latte,
"That's a beautiful blouse. I've been looking for one that color, where did you find it?"
Jenny had been admiring Katrina for a while, thinking she was exactly her type.
"This old thing,"
Katrina said, turning to face the woman. She had such a kissable face and imagined them in a passionate lip lock. The older woman was dressed in an expensive navy-blue business suite with a cream-colored blouse, perhaps a lawyer or some other "white collar" professional. As they discussed clothing, it didn't take Katrina long to realize that she was being hit upon. Smiling sweetly as they talked, Jenny was smitten. They shared a table and chatted over their drinks. Since neither had any pressing engagements it was an easy decision for Katrina to join Jenny at her condo for a morning fuck. It turned out that Jenny Sloan was indeed an attorney, a partner at a small boutique law firm and just happened to be between cases and lovers.
