Drining

The initial plan is to head down and get dinner; refuel after a long session of Dark Souls followed by intense sex. It hadn't been a long fuck, but it had been emotional and meaningful and much needed. And perfect. Sex with Ms. Larson was amazing for so many reasons: she was hot, in perfect control of her body, and knew how to make me feel good. Alex was significantly less experienced, and me even more so, but our passion for each other more than made up for it. I will remember the feeling of cumming in Alex for the first time for the rest of my life.

The hitch in our plan is that we're dirty. Neither of us cleaned up after sex, so our descent to get dinner was delayed a few minutes as we both took a very important pee and wiped our bodies clean from our afternoon activities. Nothing would spoil dinner faster than the smell of old cum and pussy mixing with whatever Julie made.

"Sooo," I say when we find each other in the hallway again, "still good with everything? Don't regret saying yes to me yet?" I grin.

Alex rolls her eyes, "Yep, hate you after taking a nap with you. The way you snore is fucking insufferable."

"Do I really snore?" I ask, surprised.

"Not that I noticed," she giggles and pulls me in for a quick kiss. I'm not going to complain any time she wants to do that.

"Good, well, I really enjoyed spending the day with you. And I'm glad you want to be my girlfriend, but uh," I run my hand through my hair as we start to walk towards the stairs together, "what does that actually mean for us?"

She shrugs, then reaches down for my hand. Also won't complain about that. "I think... Like... I'm ok if you fuck someone in this house. And I hope you'd be ok with that too, for me." I nod in response. That makes sense. It's weird to talk about as one of the first rules of our relationship, but I'm not sure I could stop myself from doing things with Lauren. "But outside of the house we should say no fooling around or anything."

"I'm ok with that. More than ok, honestly. I'm not one of those guys who needs to fuck someone new every day or anything."

"You say that," she squeezes my hand and grins at me, "but since you started having sex you have literally had sex with someone new every day."

"Hush," I say, holding a finger to her lips. She licks it and I pull it away quickly, wiping it on my leg. I give her a look for being weird and she just shrugs. "I meant that I am very happy being with you and Lauren and then there's Ms. Larson who is just..."

"Intensely erotic in a way that makes you feel small and large at the same time?" She suggests, watching me flounder for words.

I nod, "That's exactly it. She is eroticism distilled into a person."

"That's really fucking high praise," she raises her eyebrows. "Is your girlfriend not eroticism as a person or whatever?"

"It's different. You're beautiful and sexy and I like being around you," she nods as if accepting that answer as an apology, "but she is like a primal force whenever I'm around her."

"I remember the first time she made me cum," Alex says quietly. She pauses on the landing and looks at me with a faint smile before continuing. "It was my second day here, and I was talking to her after dinner about the nudity and how I was settling in and she kissed me. My first kiss. And then she fingered me on the table and it took a long time before I ever came as hard as that night again."

"I'm sure that has a lasting effect on you."

"Yeah. I'll never forget how I felt laying there on the table when she was done with me. Like I was on another planet and I owed it all to this woman I had just met."

"I know the feeling well," I say with a chuckle.

She leans against me, pressing her soft boobs against my arm. "My point is, and maybe this doesn't make much sense, but I know how she makes a person feel and I get it and I don't want to take that away from you and I don't want to lose it either. And I can't even imagine what you and Lauren may feel for each other when you're together, so I won't take that away from you either."

I kiss her. Of course I kiss her, I can't stop myself when she talks like that. "And everyone else?" I ask her, my lips lingering millimeters from hers.

She shrugs. "Depends on the moment, depends on the day. Heat of the moment, or something happens, I don't care if you do something with Julie or Kayla or whatever. Just don't... don't go getting any fucking feelings for them."

"No risk of that," I say, finally pulling back and running my free hand through her hair. "Though I do owe Julie after abandoning her last night."

"She's easy going. Honestly, it wouldn't surprise me if Ms. Larson and Julie set that up to get you inside so Ms. Larson could fuck you. They're devious like that."

"I think I'm ok with that flavor of deviousness," I laugh. She giggles with me as she takes my hand and keeps me walking down the stairs.

Everyone else is already sitting at the table when we get downstairs. Everyone except Julie at least. Ms. Larson perks up when we come in and immediately notices the way we're holding hands. "Ah, I heard a rumor... You two are cute together," she smiles at us.

I blush but Alex holds herself together better. "Heard a rumor, or watched everything through your camera and knew exactly what was going on at all times?"

"Little of both," she winks, "I was busy and wasn't watching it live, but I heard about it, and then went back and watched." Everyone is listening to the conversation, everyone is about to hear exactly what Alex and I got up to. I guess it shouldn't be a problem, with how open everyone in the house is. "You did good for your first time on top there, Joe," she turns her grin to my direction.

My blush deepens, but Alex just grins back at her, and then turns the grin to me. She still hasn't let go of my hand, and I'm not sure I ever want her to. I see Lauren at her seat looking at us, a faint smile on her face. It's weird that I'm not phased by her tits being out anymore. Or by the fact that she saw me in my post coital state. Or, most importantly probably, that I desperately want to fuck her. It's not strange to me anymore, it's just a fact of life. I'm still not sure we're ready to do it, but I've come to terms with the desire, especially now that I've actually fucked someone and I know what it's supposed to feel like.

I want that with Lauren more than I can come to terms with. I don't know if I've ever wanted anything more in my life. Certainly not anything that would need to remain a secret until I die, at least. Every time I look at her all I can think about is how wonderful it would be to just run away together and live somewhere just the two of us. Make little movies and watch things together and enjoy being naked together with all that may come with that.

Alex pulls me back to reality when she slaps my butt and scurries to her seat. I blink several times while my brain catches up to what is happening. I can't remember the last time someone slapped my butt. At least not my bare butt. The point of the butt slap, as the conversation I zoned out of catches up to me, is that I have been elected by way of butt slap to be the one to help Julie bring food from the kitchen into the dining room.

I give Alex a half-hearted glare, to which she responds with a shrug and a fluttering of her eyelashes, then I walk to the kitchen to help Julie out.

The kitchen smells like someone found all the spices in the world and mashed them together into something resembling heaven. If divinity had a scent, it was discovered here in this kitchen.

"Dear Lord, what did you make?" I ask, amazed. It's difficult to decide which I enjoy more, the smell of the food or the sight of Julie's ass poking up as she roots around in the oven. The dark skin of her ass is glistening faintly, some manner of moisture catching the light. I don't get a response for a moment, but I'm ok with that because it gives me more time to check out her butt and the glimpse of her pussy peeking out between her juicy cheeks.

She pulls back from the oven and straightens up with a baking sheet in her hands. She sets it down on the stove to cool before turning to face me, a big smile across her face. "Pot pies!" She says proudly, "They came out good this time, last time I really messed them up. Whole top of the pastry just collapsed and it didn't work right." She shrugs, steps to the side, and gestures proudly to her pies like a game show hostess presenting the prizes, "Aren't they beautiful?"

"They look very tasty," I respond, taking a few steps closer to the food. "What all am I looking at?"

Julie grins and takes off her oven mitts. She wiggles her fingers in my direction then begins to point at the various pies as she describes them. "These three are steak and onion. These three are spiced chicken and veggies. Two vegetarian ones here. These two are steak and potato. This one is a barbecued pork type thing. I went a little off script for that one." She giggles but keeps her hands splayed out while I investigate the pies. They look delicious, but I'm not exactly a chef or a good food critic.

"I'm excited to eat everything," I say with a grin.

She looks me up and down, then down over her body. "Everything, Joe?" She winks at me.

I blush a little but nod. "Yeah, everything."

"You didn't seem overly interested in sampling some things last night," now her voice has a steely undertone to it. A tone that tells me perhaps I fucked up last night. Jesus, was that only last night that I lost my virginity? It feels like a lifetime has passed. I'm practically a different person from the boy who stepped into that hot tub last night.

"I'm..." I blush and stammer, "I'm sorry about that. Really, I did mean to come back but then Ms. Larson was inside and she..."

"I know," Julie giggles, and the stern facade disappears instantly, "I just wanted to mess with you a bit. It's cool. I wasn't allowed to fuck you until she had anyway, so I'm glad that's out of the way." I grin at that. That sounds like sex with Julie is still on the table. And I would absolutely love to see if her body feels as good as it looks.

"Oh that's a relief," I chuckle, "I've genuinely been worried most of the day that you might be upset with me for abandoning you. But Lauren told me you had a good time anyway."

Julie nods, "Would have been better if you were there and we could have all been giving or receiving oral, though. I guess I'll just have to find a time when you can fit me into your busy schedule. Or maybe I should say 'fit in me in your busy schedule'," she winks again and I feel my knees wobble. That wink should be illegal and classified as mind control with how quickly it turns me into a puddle.

"I think you're fantastic, and I would love that. I was actually already thinking about asking if you'd be willing to give me some private cooking lessons at some point?"

"Yeah?" she says, raising an eyebrow, "Do you mean real cooking lessons or are you asking me to have sex with you?"

"I mainly meant real cooking lessons, but if sex is on the table, then I guess I can't say no," I say with a laugh. Thankfully she laughs with me.

"No no, I think Ms. Larson would kill me if we fucked on her table," she winks again, "but we'll see how it goes. Anything in particular you want to learn to make?"

"Something to impress a girl," I say softly. I had made Alex lunch earlier today, and that had been fine but part of me had been left a little embarrassed that the best and safest I could muster was grilled cheese sandwiches. They were good, and they got the job done, but I wanted to be able to make something amazing for her. Or if not for her, then for Lauren. I want to be able to really make her eyes shine when I finish up in the kitchen.

"Cute," Julie says, a slight smile coming across her face. "I think we can do that. But that's a job for a later day. I've got these pies, but can you grab that tray of bread and bring that too?" She gestures with her head toward a tray of freshly baked rolls that I had somehow missed when I came into the room. "Tray's cool, you shouldn't need an oven mitt or anything." I still test it with the back of my hand, and thankfully she's not wrong.

I carry the tray of rolls out into the dining room, stopping to hold the door open for Julie who comes right behind me with all the delicious looking pies on that massive tray. Watching her move with her creations, a grin on her face, just makes me appreciate her even more and intensifies the guilt I feel for abandoning her last night to fuck Ms. Larson. I'm going to make it up to her, she deserves that much.

The rolls and the pies go onto the table, in reach of almost everyone (only missing a few people because of the size of our group) and we all start to dig in, passing slices around to whoever wants something particular. I take a seat down next to Alex, who quickly slips a hand under the table to squeeze mine.

"Sorry you got drafted into that," she whispers to me.

"Nah, don't be. I don't mind helping. Besides, I needed to talk to Julie anyway."

"You apologize for last night?"

"Yeah."

"And did she tell you it wasn't a big deal and you were being dumb for worrying about it because she's a fucking adult and she understands and also Ms. Larson has dibs on virginities."

I narrow my eyes at her, and she just smiles at me like she has never done anything wrong in her life. I almost believe her. "Don't get too high and mighty over there."

"Or what?" She asks, leaning in to me and giving me a gentle kiss on the cheek, "You'll do something horrible to me?"

I frown harder but kiss her back. "Ok, no. Probably not, to be honest. But I'll think of something you won't like. How do you feel about being tickled?"

Now it's her turn to frown playfully. "Joseph, it is in everyone's best interest, mentally, physically, and emotionally, that you not tickle me. Not even a little. No tickles."

"Sounds like I've got a way to bring you down to my level then," I grin at her, nice and wide, before turning to my pie and my rolls.

The rest of dinner goes smoothly and quickly. I chat a little with Tyler and Delilah, who are across the table from me, some with Lauren, just on the other side of Alex, and then of course plenty of time talking with Alex. The pies are delicious, at least all the ones I tried. Julie has done it again, and only reaffirmed my decision to get some private lessons from her so I can learn to cook properly and knock Alex's metaphorical socks off.

I look over at my girlfriend, because that's what she is now, and smile. I can't help but wonder what she might look like with clothes on. I know that's backwards, and most of my time with women that I was attracted to before coming here was spent wondering what they'd look like naked, but I've literally never seen Alex in any clothing. The idea of her even in just jeans and a t-shirt like what Ms. Larson is wearing now is vaguely alluring. I'll see it eventually, I suppose. School starts in just a couple weeks, and we'll probably ride to campus together.

I squeeze Alex's knee under the table and she slips her own hand down to hold mine for a few moments. Not long, just enough to show some affection, and then it comes back up to belabor the point she's making to Kayla about why hockey is the best sport and soccer sucks. I have no skin in the game, but I'm forced by new-boyfriend law to back Alex up, no matter what.

The rest of dinner is simple and easy and uneventful. We chat, we eat the best fucking pies on the planet, and I learn--as always--a little bit more about my housemates. Tyler shares about a photo collage he made for his mother last year that included a pie she made and how she cried when she saw it. Kayla explains how her family back in Greece, the extended family that is, habitually eat a good pie after a soccer match--though she hates the word and demands it be called football. Lauren even pipes up and tells the story of our seventh birthday when our mom made us an apple pie instead of a cake, at our request, and we ruined it by putting cake frosting on it while it was cooling.

Alex makes sure I'm aware I'm not going to be allowed to live that down. Great.

Dinner wraps up with all of us being uncomfortably full, but we have to scuttle around and clean everything up while Ms. Larson and Julie watch us and chat to each other. I get put on rinse duty for the pie dishes, next to Kayla who is drying them before setting them aside.

"So, you wanna hang out tonight?" Kayla asks during one dish transfer. I look at her for a moment, not letting go of the dish, and then nod.

"Did you have something in mind, or am I supposed to come up with something?" I ask with a smile.

"Already talked to Lauren and Tyler," she sneers a little at Tyler's name, "while you and Alex were having your post-fuck nap," the sneer turns into a smirk. Seems everyone knows all the details now. Word travels fast when you all live together I suppose.

"Oh, then what's the plan, if you've already got one together?" I ask, cleaning another pie dish out. Tyler is to my left, giving the dishes a thorough cleaning with soap. He drew the shortest straw.

"I know you and your sister are new to college life, and you're not really going to get the traditional experience living here--"

"That's a hell of an understatement," I cut in with a laugh. She smiles to acknowledge the truth of my statement, but continues.

"And we want to introduce you to some of that tonight. So I was thinking, and Tyler agreed, some drinking games and general party behavior. Bit of a smaller population than you will get at a real college party, but it should still be a good time."

"Yeah, sure," I say slowly. The glass of wine the night before had been my second ever taste of alcohol. Conservative parents made sure of that. I can only imagine that Kayla and Tyler's definition of drinking is a bit heavier than a couple glasses of wine in a hot tub. The glint in Kayla's eye when I agree confirms that for me. "As long as Alex is in, that is," I add at the end. Kayla's face droops slightly, but she nods.

"Can't do anything without your girlfriend's permission now?" she teases. The teasing has an edge, however, that indicates it's not entirely good natured ribbing.

"I did tell her we would spend the whole day together," I shrug. "I assume that still counts for this evening."

"Of course she's invited," Kayla says like I'm an idiot for suggesting otherwise, "it's for all of us students. Really anyone who wants can come, but Julie likely won't and Ms. Larson wouldn't participate in the games, which means she's going to be in her room, watching us, while Delilah eats her out all night."

That would be a delight to watch. But at the same time I can't help but feel bad for poor Delilah. Though it sounds like she desperately craves getting to lick Ms. Larson's pussy as much as she can. So maybe it's not really all that bad for her. I enjoyed my time eating out Alex and Lauren, but that was more for the connection and making them feel good than it was the taste or the act itself. Maybe that's all it is for Delilah as well.

"Cool, well then... yeah. I mean, I've never played any drinking games, wasn't really allowed when I was growing up."

"Guess what, buddy," Kayla says with a laugh, "it's still not technically allowed." She finishes drying a dish and leans against the counter to look at me dead on. "It's illegal for you to drink. You're 18. But it's more fun if you're breaking the rules. That's like, half of why we do it."

"I guess you have a point," I put my dish down as well and turn to face her.

"I know I have a point. And you should come get sloppy drunk tonight, and then hate yourself tomorrow when you have your first hangover, swear you're not gonna drink again, and then do it all again later." She grins at me like she's just nailed my future. I fucking hope not.