"Oh, holy fuck," Meg hissed under her breath. Her roommate, once again, had the music blaring, her boyfriend's hands probing underneath her clothes as they necked on the sofa like no one was watching. Meg closed the front door quietly, not wanting them to know she had returned from the college library after hours of study and disappeared into her bedroom.
She placed a stack of textbooks on her dresser and looked at her face in the mirror. Lack of sleep from sharing a dorm room with a party girl left her with dark circles under her eyes. She was not happy.
You look like a goddamn zombie, Meg.
Meg Harris stood almost five-foot-six, with long, brown hair usually tied in a ponytail. She applied herself in high school and now she was starting her first semester at the state college, majoring in business.
She took another moment to look the rest of herself over. She wore what most other girls donned on the weekend when not attending class. A white, cotton tank top fit not too snugly over her torso and a loose pair of navy blue shorts disguised what charms she had below. In her state of fatigue, she had trouble recognizing herself.
God, who are you?
Meg wasn't a raving beauty, but how many girls were? The dominant genetics came from her mother's side of the family, so she vaguely resembled a pale Audrey Hepburn, with doe-like eyes and a beautiful smile. Her body was on the slimmer side with some curves. Her breasts had swollen into at least a C-cup and she wasn't sure if they were done growing, much to her delight, with delicate, pale-pink areolas centered by small nipples. She cultivated a neatly trimmed thatch of pubic floss, as it made her feel all grown up, which she was.
A loud groan emanated from the next room, then another, much to her annoyance. Rolling her eyes, she pushed the bedroom door shut. Kicking off her shoes and socks, she slid up on the bed, rubbing her face back and forth against a pillow, holding another against her body.
Sooo tired. Gotta get some sleep.
Still, she could hear the rhythmic creaking of her roommate's bed as bodies urgently coupled. At least they had the decency to take the final act to Terry's bedroom.
Shit, Terry! Can you make it any more obnoxious? Hope you're on the pill with all the fucking you do. A baby bump would totally destroy that hot little cheerleader bod.
What compounded insult with injury was a whole month had passed since she had seen, or touched, either one of her boyfriends from high school, Bill or Michael. Although she was decidedly the shy, studious type, Meg still had a healthy, teenage libido, and loved the steamy sex play, kissing, holding, sexy talk, and more. She couldn't get enough of their hands on her body and having her nipples pleasured. Bill and Michael both understood her desire to remain a virgin, but they did just about everything else.
They masturbated each other almost always and, in time, Meg learned how to give head. She could never forget looking up at Bill's face, feeling his swollen little cock in her mouth, as he gave up a load. That first time, her instinct was to spit, but she swallowed instead. Such was her love life until she left home to enter college.
Now under the blankets, she closed her eyes, trying to relax, but the thump thump thump of Led Zeppelin kept pounding on the wall. Finally, she had had enough. Jumping out of bed, she bolted into the common room and, in one swift motion, jerked the stereo's power cord out of the wall. Against her better judgment, she pushed Terry's bedroom door open.
"For Christ's sake! Can't you two fuck without music? Some of us need to sleep!"
"Okay! Okay!" Terry and her boyfriend looked back like deer in the headlights, both buck naked in the missionary position. In her state, Meg couldn't help but take a second look at the lovers.
Goddamn it, I need some of that. Tired of being a virgin!
Meg slammed the bedroom door behind her, getting back into bed. Daylight was still intruding through the drawn blinds, so she reached into the nightstand to pull out a sleep mask and earplugs. They weren't perfect, but they shut out most of the cacophony surrounding her. Still, her brain was all wound up.
Motherfucker, I should report her. Get her kicked out, or at least have one of us transferred to another room, but that would be such a pain in the ass and I might be labeled as a snitch, and what about my pills? Son of a bitch, I just want to study and get laid in peace!
One thing about Terry, although she was a terrible roommate, she had one redeeming quality. She got Meg hooked up with a very understanding local doctor who provided both of them with birth control pills. Although Meg's sex life was non-existent at the moment, she still took them, hopeful for an unexpected rendezvous.
Back in the now, Meg squirmed and fidgeted, wound tighter than a dick's hat band.
There's only one thing...
Still underneath the blankets, she removed her tank top and bra, leaving her naked to the waist.
Ahhh, that's better.
Meg started to writhe, a serene smile on her face. She loved how the cotton sheet caressed her bare skin, rubbing against her breasts and sensitive nipples.
Feels so good, yes!
Luxuriating in the sensation, Meg's ass started to gyrate, slowly and surely, in a steady rhythm. She spread her knees apart, imagining Terry and her boyfriend and what she witnessed only minutes before.
Good fucking...good, satisfying sex.
The sensation sparking in her nipples arced down to her throbbing, wet pussy. A pair of slender fingers slipped beneath her waistband. "Ahhh..." the young woman exhaled, mouth agape, as she found her slick, swollen rosebud. She bit her lip as she circled it, stoking a familiar fire. "Good, good pussy. Oh, so wet and messy," she whispered to no one. As pleasure built deep within, she thought of her boyfriends and how much she missed them.
After graduation, Bill enrolled in trade school to become an electrician while Michael received a scholarship for a university two states away. Meg was five hour's drive from her hometown, making distance from Bill a formidable factor, and visiting Michael at the University? She was shit out of luck.
Letters came occasionally, and there was a long-distance phone call or two, but that was from the communal phone in the student center. The ambient noise and complete lack of privacy prohibited any sexy talk. The sad reality was both young men were busy with their educations, precluding any clandestine visits to Meg to satiate their mutual needs.
They're probably masturbating themselves raw, or maybe they've found new girlfriends.
Frigging away, she let out a sigh.
We never made any promises or held to any commitments. I'm just glad somebody's getting something.
Then there was that big thing that happened in May, something that occupied her waking thoughts and permeated her dreams. She had a brief, unplanned incestuous interlude with her Uncle Philip. He had come to attend Meg's high school graduation, staying at the house for a few days. The handsome, single fortysomething man was decidedly the black sheep of the family, at least that's what Meg's mother thought. After some prodding, Lois confessed to her daughter what Philip did for a living.
"He's a pornographer," she said that morning in the kitchen while Meg sipped coffee.
Meg said nothing about her and her uncle sharing orgasms only an hour before, not to mention Philip initiating the relationship the previous night while the whole family watched television. Meg was startled, and somewhat frightened, but succumbed to her uncle's touch. With her libido awakened, their sex play continued until they finally went to bed in separate rooms, then continued the next morning while her parents were out of the home.
There was no doubt Philip would've taken her cherry that intense Monday morning of discovery, but Meg held firm about not going all the way, mostly because there were no means of birth control in the house and she was damn well not going to get pregnant. Yes, she would give up her virginity in time, but not yet. Still, they managed to have a final mutual climax before Philip returned home. There was no question Lois would have killed Philip if she knew.
Uncle Philip surged into Meg's thoughts as her fingers blurred away against her pussy, pressure building. She envisioned his firm body laboring away between her open thighs, his hands and mouth caressing her, pleasure surging through her young body, spurring her on to multiple climaxes.
"Oh, Philip, goddammit...take me...TAKE ME!!!"
Then it came. Meg tried not to cry out as her body convulsed under the blankets. The orgasm was deep, solid, and intense, just like the ones her uncle coaxed out of her body.
