Senior Gala

Friday, Day 1

Ian and Lori were sitting together in a picturesque town square chatting and eating lunch on a beautiful Friday afternoon in spring. They showed every appearance of being two people in love sharing a moment together, oblivious to passersby and to the historic setting the town was so proud of.

The town square where they were having their picnic was in the middle of a small city that locals proudly proclaimed was the first settlement in a two-hundred-mile radius when homesteaders had raced west to build their homes on the surrounding land over 160 years earlier.

At the north end of the square was city hall. The original white wooden town hall from the 1860's had been incorporated into a much grander red brick building in the early 1900's, but locals still claimed the city hall was as old as the town.

At the south end was a white wooden church with an incongruously large steeple. The church also dated back to the first days of the town. When the town became a city and expanded their city hall, the church fathers had decided their humble fifty seat church building didn't look right facing that grand edifice across the square, so they added wings to the back and sides that doubled the size of the building and put a 150-foot-tall steeple on top of it.

Ian and Lori were not locals. What brought them to this remote rural city were the two walled campuses to the east and west of the square that were the real reason this one-horse town was noteworthy in the 21

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century. On the east was a renowned private math and science college that counted at least one Nobel Prize winner among its alumni. On the west was an equally famous fine arts school. The entrance hall to the administration building was lined with miniature replicas of Oscars, Tonys, Grammys and every other performing arts award you can think of that their alumni had won over the years, as well as replicas of artworks that were on display in places like MOMA and the National Gallery.

Lori attended the fine arts school, majoring in vocal performance and minoring in theater, aspiring to be the next Idina Menzel. Some of her earliest memories were listening to the Wicked and Rent cast recordings and trying to imitate her idol. Her high school had a well regarded theater program that sealed the deal for Lori's career plans.

Ian was studying applied mathematics at the technical college. As a nerdy middle school student, he'd read about the work of mathematicians in the space program long before the movie 'Hidden Figures' was made. When he got his first laptop in middle school, he'd found an open-source copy of C# and wrote a program that let him calculate the optimum line through the BMX courses he loved to ride. Since then, he'd been hooked on the esoterica of mathematical modeling.

An observer watching them together on this day would certainly notice when an abrupt change in the mood of their conversation occurred. This is where the story gets interesting.

"You want me to go to a party where you know guys are going to hit on me, and you want me to pretend I like it when they do?

"There'll be straight and bi women there too. They're just as likely to hit on you."

"Why does it seem weird to me that my girlfriend wants to throw me into the midst of a bunch of lecherous men and women who she knows are almost certain to proposition me?"

"I thought you said you'd support me in my career?"

"I was thinking more along the lines of being flexible about where we live and being willing to support you financially while you try to break into the theater. Pimping me out never crossed my mind."

Changing tack, Lori said, "You know a lot of LGBTQ people gravitate to performing arts."

"Of course I do. I've met a lot of people at your school and it's hard to miss the fact that the LGBTQ demographic skews quite a bit higher than in the population at large. And you know I like and respect your gay and bi friends and classmates. I didn't even freak out when Gary kissed me at that wrap party."

"Then why are you freaking out about this party? You just admitted you're comfortable around this kind of crowd."

"Because when I said, 'Thanks, but no thanks,' to Gary, everyone was cool with it. It sounds like that answer won't fly at this party."

Lori had never come right out and said that, but she knew it was the truth. The party they were discussing was an annual gala where the college invited successful alumni for two purposes: to ask for donations, and to give graduating seniors an opportunity to do some networking.

Over the years networking had come to mean something similar to the notorious casting couches of the past and had gradually come to include the significant others of the students. It was a black mark against any student who was known to be dating if they showed up alone. The reason given was, "We want to see that your partner supports you and our community." Lori suspected it had more to do with maximizing the pool of hot college students attending, but she wasn't going to say that to Ian.

There was also an expectation that everyone in attendance would be open to all suitors. The attitude was, "If you won't play with us, you must not really support us." The idea that someone might prefer to be monogamous or celibate didn't factor into the equation. The stories that trickled down from earlier classes made it clear that by the end of the night the party would resemble a bacchanalia fit for a porn video.

Ian asked, "Aside from who might want to hook up with me, you're asking me to say I'm okay with you hooking up with whoever takes a shine to you."

"We had those threesomes with your friend Jerry from high school that weekend he came to visit. You liked those."

"You don't see the difference between the two of us sharing a fun experience with a third person who we'd gotten to know and each of us going off on our own, likely with people we just met?"

Lori could see she wasn't making any headway, so she said, "Look. The party isn't for another week. This really means a lot to me, so I'm asking you to think about it. I need to get going now if I'm going to make my next class. I love you and I wouldn't ask you to do this if I didn't think it could really open doors for my career."

They shared a lukewarm kiss and Lori hurried off as Ian collected his backpack and the residue of their lunch before heading to the simulation lab to work on his capstone project.

Saturday and Sunday, Days 2 & 3

Lori had been accepted for a two-day theater workshop sponsored by Juilliard over the weekend, so she and Ian didn't have time to talk. But they both gave her proposal a lot of thought while they were apart.

When Ian reached puberty and had the talk with his father, his dad had talked mostly about being respectful, considerate and responsible. Monogamy had been a big part of that and later talks. His parents gave him leeway to explore his sex life, but when his older brother brought home a girl he'd just met at a bar, Mom and Dad had sat the two of them down and explained in excruciating detail why that wasn't acceptable.

They also let Ian know that they were aware of the fact he watched porn videos. They cautioned him that most of what he was seeing in those videos wasn't respectful, considerate and responsible. They approved of oral sex if it wasn't rough or degrading and vaginal sex. Pretty much everything else was off the table.

Because of that, Lori was just the third girl Ian had had sex with. His earlier girlfriends had come from backgrounds like his with narrow views of what should happen in the bedroom. They were content with gentle, vanilla sex, so that became Ian's norm.

In contrast, Lori was the youngest of five girls, and her parents were latter-day hippies. Their parents only warnings about sex were, "Don't be alone with someone you don't know, and when in doubt, use protection." Although Lori's parents recommended that they abstain from sex until they were more mature, they realized that young girls and young boys don't always do what they're supposed to do. All the girls started on the pill as soon as they could get a gynecologist to prescribe it.

When each of them started masturbating, their mom lent them her toys and explained how to use them. Her toy collection grew as she had more daughters borrowing from her, and eventually she put them in a common toy drawer in the hall outside their bedrooms. Woe be to the girl who kept a favorite toy, or who put a toy away without cleaning it properly. Lori once showed the drawer to her best friend who was gob smacked, never having even seen a real dildo before.

Her parents encouraged her to watch porn and try anything that looked like it might be fun. Being the youngest, Lori learned a lot by talking to her older sisters about their experiences and what they liked and didn't like.

Ian and Lori seemed to be an unlikely couple, but they had bonded when they both volunteered for a disaster relief trip to a town a few hours away that had been devastated by a hurricane. About one hundred students had gone to pitch in alongside a National Guard unit stationed nearby, clearing debris and delivering supplies to the town's residents.

Lori and Ian had been assigned to help clean up a local daycare center and they stayed to help with the kids after the debris was cleared away. The center reopened as soon as it was safe and had expanded its operation so all the town's parents who were struggling to clean up their families' homes could have a safe place to leave their kids while they worked.

Lori and Ian helped keep eighty preschool and elementary school aged children safe and happy for the four days they worked there. They found themselves talking about how much they loved being with the kids and their hopes of having families of their own someday. They also found out they shared similar tastes in music and movies, and that they both love to try new kinds of food. They made a date to go to a new Indian restaurant that had recently opened near their schools, and they'd been dating ever since.

Although Ian thought Lori was totally hot and was eager to sleep with her, he followed his family's rules about getting to know her before taking that step. At first Lori tried to hurry things along, because her pussy tingled just from hearing Ian's voice, but she eventually decided that his take-it-slow approach was charming. As a result, when they finally had sex for the first time more than a month after their first date, they both saw skyrockets. After that, they couldn't get enough of each other.

The next hurdle for Lori was Ian's vanilla ideas about sex. She liked slow romantic love making as much as any girl, but she also wanted to be railed and manhandled every now and then. The first time she'd gagged herself on Ian's cock, he's stopped her saying, "No, no. You don't have to do that. I want you to be comfortable too." That killed the mood for her, and it took her a week to convince Ian that she liked the challenge of deepthroating a guy's cock, knowing how great it feels for a guy to have his dick completely buried in a girl's face.

Ian finally let her do it one afternoon. They were in Ian's dorm room, and he was lying on his bed with Lori kneeling between his legs. He was amazed when she finally got her lips all the way to the base of his cock and looked up at him with smiling, if watery, eyes. Lori stayed there until she had to breathe, then bobbed up for a quick breath before impaling herself again.

She repeated this several times, turning red in the face in the process. Ian started to get concerned just as Lori started bobbing and sucking on his cock. She alternated between shallow bobs with lots of suction and tongue action and deep thrusts where Ian could feel her throat trying to close around his cock head.

Ian had an urge to grab her head but resisted. Lori saw him start to reach for her and thought, "Yes! Grab my hair and give me a proper face fucking! Make me your slutty cocksucker!" When she saw Ian grab two fists full of the bed sheets, she decided to finish him by gagging herself repeatedly until he shot his load down her throat. Ian was alarmed at the violence of the face fucking Lori was inflicting on herself, but by then he was on the edge of cumming, and he concentrated on shooting his load while fighting the urge to ram his cock deeper into her tight throat.

Lori happily swallowed Ian's load as she heard him groaning and panting while his balls convulsed in her hand. She loved the feeling of power it gave her to have a man frozen into a statue because she'd given him so much pleasure. She continued with long, slow sucks along the full length of his cock until he went limp and lay there softly stroking her hair.

She did eventually convince Ian to grab her head and really fuck her mouth, but he was tentative about it until he was almost ready to cum, and then he'd felt bad about it afterwards. In the end, neither one of them really enjoyed it, so Lori just filed it away as something to work on another time.

Cum swallowing had been another issue. Ian had been taught that girls don't like to swallow cum, so he should warn them and then masturbate to completion. He also believed that cumming on a woman was disrespectful, so he always kept tissues handy to catch his spend. He couldn't believe Lori liked to swallow cum and thought it was hot to have a guy cum on her face and tits. Lori knew that when he was about to cum, Ian didn't have much control, so she swallowed or sprayed herself anyway until she convinced Ian that's what she really wanted to do.

Ian was also squeamish about kissing Lori after she swallowed his cum. He refused the first time she tried, insisting that she brush her teeth first. Lori got mad and called him an ungrateful bastard, launching into a tirade about why his thinking was so fucked up. Then she cut him off until he apologized and agreed to try it. The first time, she had him cum in her throat so that there was almost no cum in her mouth. He commented that it wasn't at all like he'd expected.

The next time, she held just the tip of his cock in her mouth as he came and then kissed him at once after she swallowed so her tongue was still coated with cum. He pulled away and spluttered at that, but upon seeing the challenging look in Lori's eyes he decided it would be best just to shut up and kiss her.

And so it went. Lori would want to try something new, Ian would object, Lori would find a way to overcome his objections, and Ian would thank her for expanding his horizons.

The one thing Ian had been adamant about was anal sex. He couldn't get over the idea that it was painful, messy and degrading.

Before she'd started dating Ian, Lori had a couple of bisexual guy friends who she hooked up with regularly. Both of them leaned more towards gay partners than straight, so they preferred to fuck her in the ass if she'd let them. They were really good at making anal sex comfortable and enjoyable, and she found she could actually orgasm from a nice cock stroking in and out of her asshole. She didn't want to have her ass fucked every day, but she missed the occasional rump pounding.

Ian didn't believe it. He had this idea that women who did that were just being people pleasers and couldn't possibly enjoy it. When Lori said, "Well, I also like having my ass rimmed and tongue fucked. That's not exactly people pleaser behavior," Ian actually gagged at the thought and had to leave.

Lori tried explaining that most of the time there's no poop in your rectum. She tried to explain about douches and enemas. She tried to explain that everyone passes turds that are bigger than an average cock every now and then without a lot of problems. She talked about relaxing beforehand and using fingers, toys and lube to work up to a cock. She talked about the sensory nerves in the anus and rectum and the nervous connections from there to the clit or penis. She talked about prostate stimulation. She talked until she was blue in the face, but Ian wouldn't hear of it.

In desperation, she'd cleaned her ass thoroughly and put in a large wearable butt plug before one of their dates that she knew would end up in bed. When Ian found the toy, he said, "That's disgusting. I don't ever want to see something like that again," got dressed, and left.

Lori knew that if Ian agreed to go to the party, she'd need to get him over his aversion to anal sex, not only as a top, but also as a bottom. It was going to be a long, difficult week.

Ian had a hard time concentrating on his project. He was feeling guilty for turning Lori down flat, but the whole thing made him squeamish. He'd learned to like a lot of things he'd once thought of as completely out of bounds, but that was always just him and her, together in a trusting relationship.

She'd had to persuade him that having sex with other people wouldn't destroy their relationship, and she turned out to be right, but he still felt guilty and wondered if that was going to come back to haunt them. As he'd told her, this was a whole other level, and he couldn't imagine how he'd feel afterwards.

Lori had told him about other relationships she'd had where she and her partner had sex with other people together and separately. If she was telling the truth, which he believed she was, each of those relationships ended for reasons other than infidelity, jealousy or one of them leaving for someone else. He wanted to trust her on this, but it felt wrong in his gut.

While Ian had never ever thought about having sex with another man, he had strong feelings about a couple of his male friends that were not too different from the way he felt about Lori. So he could imagine two men in a romantic relationship. He'd just never felt any physical attraction to a man.

Thinking about that, Ian had to admit that wasn't completely true. He had felt something when he looked at other guys at the gym. Part of Ian's disciplined approach to life was his workout regimen. He was religious about his weightlifting, cardio and flexibility workouts. Ian had wrestled at 195 pounds in high school until senior year when he got a growth spurt and had to move up to 215.

He wasn't the most talented wrestler, but he made it to State his junior year thanks to his discipline in workouts and practice, and his natural athleticism. Lori had signed them up for a Salsa dancing class and he'd surprised her with how well he did.

Without consciously trying, Ian had developed a body that could have won some amateur body building competitions. Guys were always asking him for tips, so he got to see their bodies up close. He found he really liked helping guys with their form, getting in close and helping them move into the correct position. He always told himself it was the joy of helping others, but in the back of his mind there was the nagging thought that he might like the body contact more than he'd ever admit.

He supposed he could pretend guys appealed to him. He was pretty sure that wouldn't be difficult if they were fit, attractive guys, but he'd seen the guys in the performing arts department at Lori's school, and he imagined the alums wouldn't look much different.

While there were a few exceptions, most of the guys he'd met were pale, thin and often effeminate. Some of them embraced piercings, body modifications, tattoos and wild hair styles that made Ian cringe. The dancers were definitely fit and athletic, but most of them looked like children. There were a few pretty guys who Ian had thought, "I'd date you if you were a girl." But by and large he didn't find the men in performing arts at all physically attractive.

Lori had said that having a guy blow you is the same as a girl, maybe even better. "In the dark a guy's mouth and a girl's mouth feel the same." She also said her bi guy friends claimed men give better blowjobs than women because they know what it feels like on the receiving end.