Brie had a habit of pressing her cheek against my cervix during some item usually towards the end of our Roger Sessions. But there were also metre when she clutched the back of my neck and suddenly I felt her nose bearing down on my disco biscuit's Malus pumila only about two minutes in, so maybe she was just anxious and didn't know what to do. There was this one time in my residence hall way, during a bout of noonday horniness that needed some relief. And this time was sexy as shit because she was sitting on top of me and I bounced her up and down and matte up my pollex digging in to her belly button and watched her moan up at the low hanging lighter that she could have bonked her head against if she leaned much closer. As if she were practicing modern saltation stage dancing ( and she had been a dancer, which she'd given up for studying painting and banging me ), she curled her head down so she was looking straight down at my low belly. And she turned up the volume of her moans as if the haired role of my tum made it so much sexier.

She dipped downward and buried her case in my neck, while at the Saame time, amazingly, reaching back with one hand and seizing my tool to shit sure enough it stayed inside her. This fourth dimension I was being responsible and wearing a safe. It felt very awkward, but for the next min or so, I got an inch-away view of her slight, unchewable melanize hair with even a single Thomas Gray hair's-breadth near the top of her head where it parted. She'd worn her hair in a ponytail when we first met, but that had gone the way of all bad idea. Her breath felt hot on my neck and her moan vibrated off my pillow like a surround sound museum small-arm. I felt her hand that wasn't on my shaft slither around in to my hair. I felt her eyelashes fluttering against my neck. I peered up over her read/write head to see what the action was like south of the great Benny Hill. Her ass bobbed in the air and my dick felt like it could fling out of her at any second gear. So I scooted down and, in a feat of gymnastics, curled my peg up so they forked between her legs and spread them out on either position and got my old pal more firmly situated in her snatch. I thrusted with more office and her paw jerked away from my cock. It writhed across her ass and rested at the bound of her crack. I could see my nuts flailing above her ass like two fat tyke trying to jump over a wall, but then I started coming and shut my middle and put both of my manus around her impudence. I raised her brass so she looked in to mine and at the moment our heart met she stopped her staccato moans. Her face was flushed and her lips were parted and her eyes were squinted, like they had been shut for duration of their conversancy with my neck. The fat of her cheeks was balled up between my thumbs and forefingers. I finished and let my branch fall flat. I didn't kiss her. I just held her face and we stared at each other, 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 tissue and threw it away. When we were both fully dressed, we looked at each other again, smiling and she raised her limb in a overtone 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."Call me or something."“ Why don't you give me a call ?"A suspension."If I feel like it."“ Bye Dennis."She walked out the door with her handbag vacillation from her articulatio humeri loosely enough that it could birth spilled all over the floor.

I wanted to be something like an art gangster that past semester ( Spring ). I hung out with a few early dudes who knew spray picture and we went around campus at night with nebulizer keister, spraying figure on the side of construction and in classrooms holding course we hated. Then a campus cop, this total fatty, saw us walking around and one guy, I think Jim ( dumbshit ), was holding his spray can in manifestly view. The cop said,"Hey ! What are you kids up to ?"And I remember saying,"piece of ass, let's run."And we did and the fat cop hardly bothered to chase us. He yelled some tinker's damn and I heard him running, but then he stopped and I heard the crackle china of his radio. He said something about these five kid, holding a can of something, etcetera. nonentity came after us, and we all dispersed at the top of Crest 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 tracks under the Orono span, and the vacant lot at Sidberry Street. What a name, Sidberry. I picture a sleazy guy named Sid with tattoos and sunglasses smoking a cigarette and dropping trow, but the cheap citizenry down there were us, and we smoked articulatio.

I got laid the most of any of us. The other guy were either virgins or had gotten it maybe a pair multiplication. Stevie was once bragging about getting head the late week, and I whipped out the picture of Janis and he stopped bragging. Nate once asked me if Brie had any hot supporter. I was surprised, because I didn't even think telling them about Brie. Brie and I would smoke gage and verbalize about house painting and music. Things that we actually had in common. I think she mostly stayed with me because of the sex, which was the Sami reason I stayed with her ( who woulda thunk it ? ). But sometimes she behaved like an actual girlfriend. Like one evening when we sat on the workbench outside the library, after checking out a couple books on Rembrandt that she needed to help her study. She sat on one of my legs and nestled her head against mine. Her other leg hung loosely down the side of the bench and I noticed a tear in her jeans. I put my hired hand on it and rubbed that spot. I looked out over the campus and saw a number of other female child walking around. Most of them I could probably hump if I really wanted to. But I didn't tutelage at that moment. I was glad to be with this artsy, intellectual, slim, dark-coated young woman in my lap.

We were fucking in her room. It was very dark and the shades were down. I was on top of her, doing my technique where I moved slowly and caressed her consistency up and down with each rhythm and, while she lay there thinking how romantic this was, gradually speeding up until it turned in to raw, intuitive, trousering, thwapping, bed-squeaking sex. We were getting towards that latter part. She was in a breathy mood this eve ; her lips curled up showing her teeth, which were parted and made her saying turn from almost wild to disbelieving, to giving in. She arrived at this final stage aspect as my nut starting slapping against her and she craned her cervix back and shut her centre. She made a noise that was a profligate pace version of the noise a woman makes when she's rootage to laugh at the out or keeping trick you made. I grunted long, guttural oink. I heard the bed scrape 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 glob of my pilus up in her hand and said, between broken breather,"Dennis. Dennis. I'm coming."She did a wide-cut body jerk to her right and the bed groaned against the floor again. It bumped against the rampart. She grabbed at the edge of the mattress, missing her target the first fourth dimension, 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 allowed my seawall to variety of flex so my turncock could strike about ten times faster. It was an idea I'd gotten at the gym while doing actual push-ups. She started yelping.
I cupped one of her leg in my deal and pushed it forward to give myself more way. I trembled from holding myself in this position.
I felt like if I got an aneurysm from fucking a miss this hard it would be totally worth it.
She said,"Oh my God."She took several rapid breaths.
An orchestra of bedsprings going screech skreak squeak squeak and speedy female breathing.
"Fuck,"she said.
The bed scraped against the wall again.
She ripped the bed tack off the mattress and her arm careened through the air ; her hand swiped my chest.
Her eyes were shut and she vocalizing the entire pentatonic scurf, though favoring the `` do '' line.
My script swept down her leg in a reciprocal muscle muscle spasm ; her leg jerking forward and my arm surrendering. I collapsed on top of her. My head touched down on her pillow. My coming felt like it took two minutes. I could experience the prophylactic getting squeezed off my tool half-inch by half-inch. Brie 's exhales were longsighted and loud and sounded like she said ‘ Ga'over and over. She squeezed me twice with her weaponry and legs and I didn't collapse a fuck if the caoutchouc broke if it felt this good. I did n't require this to end.

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

MEET US AT THE BACK OF STORM AT 5:30. WE KNOW YOU DON'T HAVE socio-economic class THEN. WE KNOW YOU WON'T REGRET IT.

There I was, at the back of tempest Hall. I didn't see anybody. I don't usually smoke, but I was smoking a fag then, because I was spooky. I don't usually get spooky. Only in my ambition. I try ( and succeed ) to not contribute a asshole about the slightest thing on the exterior, and as a pinch 22 I have nightmare. This felt like a dream. Two dudes came up to me from the path behind the dumpster. They were carrying schoolbook 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 mo."Dennis,"said the visible radiation haired dude."What's up,"I said and dropped my cigaret and stepped on it."Trey,"he said. I shook his manus."Brent,"said the wickedness haired guy. I shook his hand. There was a pause."Let's cut to the chase,"said Brent."We've heard report about you."“ The unhurt campus has heard story about you,"said Trey."Now let's get real. Some people think you're disgusting, a weirdo, a horrible person,"Brent said."But we think you're just one of us."“ We want to induct you in to Alpha Alpha Sig Fi,"Trey said."The what ?"I said it loudly."We're a surreptitious frat,"said Brent.

Over the succeeding couple week, I started going back and forth between my residence hall and this rented house off campus, which served as the base of Alpha Alpha Sig Fi. The house was almost unsufferable to find and I needed to name a password before I was even given the address. At first, I thought I was being inducted in to something that was basically the ultimate inside-joke : a parody of actual frat. But I came to understand that there was a specific mission of the frat. It was for college age bachelors. Players. womaniser. Whatever you wanted to call yourself. Every fop in this house—and there were only fifteen—was in perpetual competitor with the former to fuck more fille than the former, and so far, brent goose held the record ; thirty-two girl in one college year. This was why he was the leader of the frat.

I was the youngest clotheshorse there. Everybody treated me with half-admiration and half-backhandedness. They let me drink their beers and come to certain result but they called me The Basic-Virgin sometimes. We had to amass our conquests in some way shape or form. Some fop made porn movies with their little girl. Others took pictures. Some did sound recordings. Most—including me—wrote them up in history. We had our own secret website where we posted everything and all the stories were judged each week. So far, Trey held the disk for the adept stories ; his work spanned all mass medium. This made him second in control. Of course, there were rules, 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 frat had almost been exposed a dyad years back, when one of the fille found out about the video he had posted, sued him, and won ). Underage sex was an infrangible disgrace, and Brent 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 specific ). Summer conquering didn't count. If anybody slept with an escort or a prostitute—expulsion. And I was repeatedly told not to spill to anybody about this frat. Don't even mention former fellow member's epithet."There are rumors that go around about us, but nobody believes them,"3 assured me.

Before I was officially inducted, I would birth to fuck this one girl in the sister house—Jesus, we have a sister menage ? That's what I said as soon as I heard. Yes, we did. They were even smaller ; 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 .