The summer after my Sophomore year of college was memorable. I decided not to go home and work for the summer and instead take a few courses at college and be on my own. Here's a story about one of those once in a lifetime experiences.
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I joined a fraternity at the beginning of my sophomore year. Rick was one of the brothers that pledged with me. He was a local. He grew up just outside of town. He was cool. He had a motorcycle. He wasn't the best student, but he knew how to have a good time. He taught me a lot about life outside the classroom and was a good friend in many ways.
I went home after the end of sophomore year. And after two weeks of staying with my parents, I decided to head back to school, take a few courses and have some fun. Rick was one of the guys I had planned on spending time with and having some new experiences. I was not disappointed.
A few days after getting settled in my apartment, Rick stopped by with his girlfriend. Her name was Mary. Nice girl. Cute. Smart. Funny as hell. Mary was there for the summer as well, not to just date Rick, but to take a few courses as well. And as it turned out, Mary had a twin sister (identical) who was also there for the summer. Her name was Anne. And Rick and Mary arranged for me to meet Anne that evening. The four of us hung out and had a good time. A summer night. Sitting outside. A few beers. Good conversation. A lot of laughs. It felt like it was going to be a good summer with some new friends; the twins.
After a few meetings with all of us hanging out, Anne and I decided to go out on a date and get to know each other in a more intimate way. Nothing out of the ordinary. A walk on campus. Dinner. Some live music. And the idea of dating an identical twin was a novelty. We had fun that summer. Mary and Anne came from a very wealthy family and the four of us spent a few weekends at their family's beach house on Lake Michigan. Great times. Great memories. Sex on the beach at night was a norm for us for that summer. But that isn't what was memorable about this summer.
After one night of partying with Anne in our college town, she had too much to drink and passed out in the middle of us having sex. I could have continued but I didn't. I stopped, covered her up, got dressed and left (we were at her place.) I went back to my apartment to get some rest and plan my Sunday as I wasn't keen on hanging out with Anne what had happened. Honestly, I was pissed. Anne was great but there were some things in life that she took to an extreme. Studying. Exercising. And drinking. And yes, sex too. We had good sex and some nights there was a lot. This wasn't one of those Saturday nights.
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Mid-morning Sunday, Rick comes by on his motorcycle and asks how I am. "Fine, why do you ask?" I said.
"I know what happened." He said. "Anne called Mary and she told me. Anne feels really bad about it and wants to make it up to you."
"I don't want to talk about it or deal with it right now." I said.
"That's cool." Rick said. "Let's go get some breakfast." And off we went. That was the kind of friend Rick was. He would ask but wouldn't push. He could easily change the subject and move on to something fun. A ride on his bike and some breakfast sounded perfect. I had no idea how good things would turn out.
I got on Rick's bike and we rode out of town to his Mom's place. It looked like she knew we were coming as she had the table set for breakfast and a spot for me in addition to Rick, his mom, and his older sister.
Rick had mentioned his older sister before but didn't say much and I didn't ask. For just waking up on a Sunday morning, she looked good. What I noticed was that she had big tits and wasn't wearing a bra. Only a t-shirt where you could clearly see her nipples.
The four of us had started to eat and talk. Mid-way through the meal, Rick tells everyone what happened to me last night. He basically said I was fucking Anne and she passed out and "I didn't get my nut." I was shocked. Frozen. I didn't want to look up. My heart was racing. I wanted to get out of there. I couldn't believe what he just said. His mom laughed and said something along the lines of "blue balls."
And then Rick's sister (whose name I forgot and never asked) got up from her side of the table to my side, took my hand and led me to her room.
She was 28. Living at home. Not dating anyone. Not working. Not much going for her at all.
I watched her tits bounce as she led me away. I wondered where this was going.
