Brie had a habit of pressing her facial expression against my cervix during some power point usually towards the end of our academic session. But there were also times when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my Adam's orchard apple tree only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just queasy and didn't know what to do. There was this one fourth dimension in my dorm elbow room, during a bout of midday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as red cent because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and felt my thumb digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging light that she could have bonked her foreland against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing Bodoni terpsichore choreography ( and she had been a dancer, which she'd given up for studying picture and banging me ), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my lower belly. And she turned up the mass of her groan as if the hairy part of my abdomen made it so much sexier.

She dipped downward and buried her face in my neck, while at the same time, amazingly, reaching back with one hired hand and grasping my cock to make sure enough it stayed inside her. This time I was being responsible and wearing a condom. It felt very awkward, but for the next minute or so, I got an inch-away opinion of her thin, thready nigrify hair's-breadth with even a single Gray fuzz near the top of her nous where it parted. She'd worn her fuzz in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad ideas. Her breathing spell felt hot on my neck and her moan vibrated off my pillow like a surround phone museum piece. I felt her hand that wasn't on my prick slither around in to my hairsbreadth. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my cervix. I peered up over her school principal to see what the action was like south of the bully J. J. Hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastic exercise, curled my legs up so they forked between her legs and fan out them out on either side and got my old pal more firmly situated in her kitty. I thrusted with more dominance and her hand jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the edge of her scissure. I could see my ball flailing above her ass like two fat kids trying to jump off over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my eyes and put both of my hands around her buttock. I raised her face so she looked in to mine and at the instant our eyes met she stopped her staccato moans. Her cheek was flushed and her lips were parted and her center were squinted, like they had been shut for length of their friend with my neck. The fat of her brass was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my wooden leg fall 2-dimensional. I didn't kiss her. I just held her human face and we stared at each early, breathing. She bent down and kissed me for a long time.

She sat on the bed, dabbing at her groin with a tissue and got back in to her slip. I rolled off the condom and wrapped it in a couple tissues and threw it away. When we were both fully dressed, we looked at each other again, smiling and she raised her arms in a partial tone shrug. We really didn't know what to say. What can you say ?"I guess I'll see you soon ?"she said."Yeah,"I said."send for me or something."“ Why don't you give me a call ?"A pause."If I feel like it."“ Bye Dennis."She walked out the door with her handbag swinging from her articulatio humeri loosely enough that it could bear spilled all over the floor.

I wanted to be something like an art mobster that past times semester ( leaping ). I hung out with a few former dandy who knew spray painting and we went around campus at night with atomiser cans, spraying designs on the slope of buildings and in classrooms holding classes we hated. Then a campus cop, this total roly-poly, saw us walking around and one guy, I think Jim ( dumbshit ), was holding his spray can in plain view. The cop said,"Hey ! What are you kids up to ?"And I remember saying,"Fuck, let's run."And we did and the fat cop hardly bothered to tag us. He yelled some squat and I heard him running, but then he stopped and I heard the crackling of his radiocommunication. He said something about these five tyke, holding a can of something, etcetera. Nobody came after us, and we all dispersed at the top of peak Benny Hill and ran back to our dorms. From that point on, we A ) tooled on Jim a lot and B ) stuck to spraying plaza downtown, like at the abandoned train rail under the Orono bridge, and the vacant lot at Sidberry Street. What a name, Sidberry. I picture a tinny guy named Sid with tattoos and sunglasses smoking a cigarette and dropping trow, but the sleaziest people down there were us, and we smoked joints.

I got laid the most of any of us. The other guys were either virgins or had gotten it maybe a couple meter. Stevie was once bragging about getting head the previous week, and I whipped out the picture of Janis and he stopped bragging. Nate once asked me if Brie had any hot Friend. I was surprised, because I didn't even think telling them about Brie. Brie and I would smoke weed and talk about painting and music. Things that we actually had in commons. I think she mostly stayed with me because of the sex, which was the same grounds I stayed with her ( who woulda thunk it ? ). But sometimes she behaved like an actual girl. Like one eventide when we sat on the Bench outside the library, after checking out a couple Good Book on Rembrandt van Rijn that she needed to facilitate her subject area. She sat on one of my legs and nestled her headspring against mine. Her other leg hung loosely down the incline of the Bench and I noticed a tear in her dungaree. I put my hand on it and rubbed that smirch. I looked out over the campus and saw a issue of other fille walking around. about of them I could probably fuck if I really wanted to. But I didn't precaution at that moment. I was glad to be with this artsy, cerebral, melt off, dark-haired youthful char in my lap.

We were fucking in her way. It was very gloomy and the shades were down. I was on top of her, doing my technique where I moved slowly and caressed her body up and down with each cycle and, while she lay there thinking how amorous this was, gradually speeding up until it turned in to raw, intuitive, heaving, thwapping, bed-squeaking sex. We were getting towards that latter part. She was in a breathy mood this evening ; her back talk curled up showing her teeth, which were parted and made her expression turn from almost angry to disbelieving, to giving in. She arrived at this live on reflexion as my bollock starting slapping against her and she craned her neck back and shut her heart. She made a dissonance that was a fast pace version of the haphazardness a woman makes when she's showtime to laugh at the unfitting jest you made. I grunted long, guttural grunts. I heard the bed scar against the floor. It was actually moving forward. I was fucking Brie, and her bed. I wonder if the bed liked it. It scraped again, louder, and further forward. She balled a chunk of my haircloth up in her hand and said, between broken breaths,"Dennis. Dennis. I'm coming."She did a to the full body saccade to her rightfield and the bed groaned against the floor again. It bumped against the bulwark. She grabbed at the edge of the mattress, missing her target the first clock time, then latching on to it. I pressed one hand down on her mattress and propped my body above hers like I was doing a one armed push-up. This reserve my mole to sort of flex so my cock could move about ten times faster. It was an approximation I'd gotten at the gym while doing genuine push-ups. She started yelping.
I cupped one of her legs in my manus and pushed it forward to give myself Thomas More room. I trembled from holding myself in this side.
I felt like if I got an aneurysm from fucking a girl this severely it would be totally deserving it.
She said,"Oh my God."She took several speedy breaths.
An orchestra of bedsprings going squeak squeak squeak squeak and rapid female breathing.
"shag,"she said.
The bed scraped against the bulwark again.
She ripped the bed sheet off the mattress and her arm careened through the air ; her bridge player swiped my dresser.
Her eyes were shut and she vocalizing the integral pentatonic scale leaf, though favoring the `` do '' banker's bill.
My script swept down her leg in a common muscle spasm ; her leg jerking forward and my arm surrendering. I collapsed on top of her. My oral sex touched down on her pillow. My orgasm felt like it took two minute. I could feel the condom getting squeezed off my rooster half-inch by half-inch. Brie 's exhales were recollective and loud and sounded like she said ‘ Ga'over and over. She squeezed me twice with her branch and legs and I didn't render a fuck if the natural rubber broke if it felt this trade good. I did n't want this to end.

When I got back to my elbow room, I found a billet on the door :

MEET US AT THE vertebral column OF STORM AT 5:30. WE KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE family THEN. WE KNOW YOU WON'T ruefulness IT.

There I was, at the back of Storm dorm. I didn't see anybody. I don't usually smoke, but I was smoking a cigarette then, because I was nervous. I don't usually get nervous. Only in my aspiration. I try ( and win ) to not yield a shit about the flimsy thing on the outside, and as a catch 22 I have nightmare. This felt like a dream. Two dudes came up to me from the path behind the dumpster. They were carrying textbooks and wearing preppy sweaters, but I felt like I'd seen them both before. One of the guys—the dark haired one—nodded at me, and kept ignoring me. For another few s."Dennis,"said the light haired fellow."What's up,"I said and dropped my butt and stepped on it."terzetto,"he said. I shook his hired man."Brent,"said the dark haired guy. I shook his mitt. There was a pause."Let's cut to the chase,"said Brent."We've heard stories about you."“ The whole campus has heard stories about you,"said Trey."Now let's get real. Some the great unwashed think you're disgusting, a weirdo, a ugly person,"brent said."But we think you're just one of us."“ We want to induce you in to Alpha Alpha Sig Fi,"Trey said."The what ?"I said it loudly."We're a underground frat,"said Brent.

Over the future couple workweek, I started going back and forth between my dorm and this rented house off campus, which served as the base of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi. The house was almost impossible to find and I needed to mention a password before I was even given the destination. At first, I thought I was being inducted in to something that was basically the ultimate inside-joke : a travesty of actual frats. But I came to interpret that there was a specific mission of the frat. It was for college age bachelors. Players. Womanizers. Whatever you wanted to call yourself. Every dude in this house—and there were only fifteen—was in constant competition with the former to have sex Sir Thomas More girlfriend than the former, and so far, brent held the record ; thirty-two missy in one college year. This was why he was the leader of the frat.

I was the youngest dude there. Everybody treated me with half-admiration and half-backhandedness. They let me drink their beers and come to sure consequence but they called me The Basic-Virgin sometimes. We had to compile our conquests in some way shape or flesh. Some fellow made porno movies with their girls. Others took pictures. Some did audio recordings. Most—including me—wrote them up in stories. We had our own secret website where we posted everything and all the stories were judged each week. So far, trine held the record for the best report ; his work spanned all mediums. This made him indorsement in command. Of track, there were linguistic rule, all of which I had no problem with. We used pseudonyms for all the female figures—real names would get us forced out ( apparently, the fraternity had almost been exposed a couple long time back, when one of the girl found out about the video he had posted, sued him, and won ). Underage sex was an rank disgrace, and brent goose even said he would go to the police if he heard about it. No otherwise freaky, kinky, or illegal stuff ( I don't need to go in to specifics ). summer conquests didn't numeration. If anybody slept with an bodyguard or a prostitute—expulsion. And I was repeatedly told not to tattle to anybody about this frat. Don't even citation other member's epithet."There are rumour that go around about us, but nobody believes them,"Trey assured me.

Before I was officially inducted, I would have to spang this one young lady in the baby house—Jesus, we have a sister house ? That's what I said as soon as I heard. Yes, we did. They were even little ; only nine of them. But we were having a Schmooze– that was what they called a party—on Fri night, and I had better be there .