Chapter 1: It still counts
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Kerry wasn't the hottest girl on campus. Wild and curly brown hair down to her shoulders, big brown doe eyes behind glasses that set off those pretty eyes and rested on high, defined cheekbones. Not too big of ears, but they were more noticeable because she always tucked her hair behind them. She was never going to win a beauty pageant based soley on her face but might be runner-up, however, she had a natural hardbody that more than made up for any facial looks one might not care for, even though I liked her looks. Tight, lithe, athletic, about 5' 7", nice C cup breasts. She had a naturally sexy body that saw lots of physical activity outside the bedroom which made her fantastic in the bedroom.
And she had the morals of an alley cat. Claimed a childhood illness left her infertile so she loved to fuck and was not worried about being "burdened" with a pregnancy. And was great at sexual pleasure. But to me she always meant a condom because I wasn't the only one she slept with. Many partners meant lots of experience, but even though she was not girlfriend material, she was worth the risk.
A great date but she wasn't one to bring home to Mama and Papa...
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I had a core of 7 other friends from a few different majors who regularly got together and when we got together with Brent's sphere of influence, they tended to be the education majors. Kerry was going to be a high school teacher who would probably get fired for having sex with students, but she was likable even if you didn't take into account her sex skills.
The first time I got with her, she rocked my world. She played 69 like a world champ and made me cum before I wanted to, and her shaved pussy tasted like berries. Her pussy muscles were almost as strong as her mouth and she had a Grade A turdcutter that felt like heaven. She was vocal, almost got me off just by her dirty talk, and the next morning after we showered together we had sex again. Then I took her home and she blew me in the car. We exchanged numbers and met up a few times. I liked her. I liked her appearance, her personality, her sense of humor and her kindness. And the sex. I absolutely loved the sex and sort of hoped one day she would hope to settle down, and maybe think about me when she did- if she did.
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So several months after our first time together, we had fucked maybe 6 or 7 times. I headed over to Brent's place for a get together and had a pocket full of condoms in case I got lucky with Kerry, or someone else. A hot freshman I met through tutoring might show up also. She was girlfriend material, but I needed to get laid tonight.
I went inside and saw Kerry sitting alone on the couch in a knee length skirt. Normally she would have people hitting on her. She had a wine cooler but wasn't drinking very fast. I headed in her direction and said "Hey Cutie, you 'cum' here often?" Not my best line, but it didn't take much effort with Kerry.
"I don't come here very much, but maybe you can show me the way," she said. Usually she was sharper than that. Something seemed awry, but I needed my pole smoked and if I couldn't find one of the teacher majors or my tutoree to hit on and maybe start a real relationship with, by midnight Kerry would do.
We made some simple small talk about the weather and I floated around the party. I realized I needed some better friends because even for an education major, Brent's party was a real sausage party, on a level with engineering parties and my classmates. Nothing seemed to go the way I had hoped. I noticed a few guys come and quickly go from Kerry who had scarcely moved from the couch, so I thought I'd head over. I had started to grow tired with the occasional sex with Kerry and really wanted to find a girlfriend by this time, but maybe tomorrow. Tonight, sex with Kerry would have to do.
"So Kerry, you seem pretty subdued tonight. Everything okay?" I asked. Then I thought, crap, I hope she's not pregnant. It could be mine timing-wise, but odds are I am not the only one who slept with her and I always used a condom. And she said she was infertile so that would have been a hell of a shock.
"I should be honest, I'm Sherry, her sister. You would be..." she asked.
Was I being punked? Kerry had mentioned a sister at a neighboring school, but Kerry never said she had a TWIN. But it was plausible because something seemed off with THIS "Kerry".
"Hi, Sherry, I'm Jason. Kerry and I study together once in a while," I said. Okay, we went to the library but usually engineering majors and educatuon majors didn't have a lot of crossover classes by our junior years.
Sherry's eyes lit up. "Oh, she talked about you. Said you were a pretty nice guy. But she disappeared with one of the guys who lives here not long after we got here so I was left fending for myself."
Maybe this would work out. Hopefully Kerry didn't tell Sherry EVERYTHING, or not even half of it. But here was a twin to Kerry who was a pornstar in bed compared to the other women I have slept with at college, and maybe she was DTF like her sister. Or better yet, I would try like hell, maybe get laid, maybe not, but she might be the girlfriend material I was looking for? I decided to forge ahead and see where it lead to.
"So, beer isn't good enough and the wine cooler doesn't look like it's hitting the spot. Want me to find something from Brent's Secret Stash? Rum& Coke? Sex on the Beach, Fuzzy Navel...?"
"Hmm, rumh Coke? Not too strong, please," she said.
I found Brent's bottle of Captain Morgan and made two- one fairly strong and the other barely watered down with Coke, and offered her both to try. She picked the weaker of the two and we sat back down to talk. It was loud and hard to hear, so I suggested we go outside. It was the last weekend in September and still pretty warm.
We sat in the patio furniture and I noticed over by the garage about 50 feet away a couple starting to get into it. His hand was up her shirt and she broke off their kissing when she finally freed his cock from his pants and got down on her knees. I hoped Sherry would get the same idea, but she became uncomfortable and said, "I think we should go back inside."
"Let's go for a walk," I suggested.
"Kerry will worry about me," she said.
"Kerry is probably, um, busy, until morning. Do you have a place to stay? Can you get into her dorm if you can't find her?"
She all of a sudden looked confused, then concerned. "No. She wouldn't...would she? DOES she?"
"It will be fine. Here, give me your phone." She took out her phone and handed it to me and I found her contact for Kerry and I added my number and said, "Going 4 walk w Jason" and sent it. I would be surprised if she saw it before Monday. Noon on Monday.
I held out my arm and she took it and we walked towards a small park a block away from Brent's party, and a block from my apartment. "Wanna swing?" I asked.
"Sure, she tentatively said. We sat down and just sort of swung a little and talked. Sherry was on the tennis team at a neighboring college. She said she and Kerry were State Doubles Champs in high school twice. Sherry went on to compete collegiately but Kerry blew her knee out their senior year and Kerry quit competing. Sherry had hoped to become a teacher just like Kerry, but she went to where the scholarship gave her the most money.
She started to relax a little bit more and asked me to give her a push, so I did. I thought I felt a little bit of a spark when I pushed her and soon thereafter we walked around a bit more. We cirlced the block and I pointed out my place from across the street and asked if she wanted to come inside, but being across the street made it less threatening.
"I should call Kerry in case she's worried," she said.
When she pulled out her phone she had a reply from Kerry and it said, "Lost dorm keys, can u stay w Jason?"
I checked my phone and had the same message plus an extra one to just me. It had the winky emoji and a cherry and a hotdog on the bun.
"Oh no! Kerry said..." she started to say.
"I saw, and sure. My roommate is gone. You can probably stay in his bed alone, or the couch of you like. Or...we will will think of something," I said.
"I don't have pajamas. Do you have something I can borrow?"
I had hoped we would be naked and sweaty the whole time, but played along, assuming it was all part of the ritual. We went to my place and I gave her the tour and asked if she wanted anything to drink. She asked for rum& Coke, so I made two. She took hers and sat in the chair. Alone. I took the couch.
We made more small talk and eventually she moved over to the couch and sst next to me, touching my leg. She leaned her face close, and I kissed her. Her hair still smelled like berry shampoo and her breath smelled like spearmint. For a moment I was self conscious because I feared I smelled like sweat and beer and smoke, and she was as fresh as a new car.
I hoped I would get a chance to drive her soon!
Sherry was not a grest kisser and our front teeth smacked together. Twice I went for her tits and both times she threw me out trying to steal second, but the third time was a charm. She had magnificent tits, even better than her sister, and somehow her shirt and bra were on the floor and my tongue was licking her rock hard nips and I took them into my mouth.
"Ugh, god, that feels great!" Sherry was breathless and panting hard by this point.
