by Ian Dalton
At the height of the Super Bowl party, about thirty people crowded into the living area, watching the game on the seventy-inch high-definition screen. Most were Steelers fans, but a few, including Rob and Brian, cheered on the Packers. After the game, the majority left to hit the local bars, but four of the guys and two girls—a junior named Natalie and her roommate, Cindy—stayed behind.
Brian was a little drunk. He sat on the sofa and watched Natalie and Cindy talking to Rob and another guy from the suite. Natalie was wearing a bulky white sweater and tight gray stretch pants. Her ass looked amazing in those pants. He’d noticed the curve of her backside much earlier, and whenever given the opportunity throughout the night, he stole a quick glance.
Brian had seen Natalie around campus before, but he had never met her. She had been invited by some of the other guys in the suite, but he didn’t know much more about her. He’d heard that she didn’t currently have a boyfriend, but he wasn’t all that interested, since she was a little tall for him and always seemed so full of herself. But now he was beginning to rethink his initial impressions, since she did look spectacular in those pants.
He sipped his beer as he alternated between watching the postgame coverage and the other people in the room, who were trying to coax Natalie into doing something. He wasn't paying close enough attention to know what they were talking about. Natalie rolled her eyes, evidently persuaded, and removed her sweater to reveal a tight camisole underneath. Brian perked up in his seat, since this was now much more exciting than the postgame coverage. Was she going to take off more?
No more clothing came off, but what she did next would change Brian’s life forever. Standing perfectly still, Natalie took a deep breath and slowly and gracefully lifted one of her legs until it was pointed straight at the ceiling. The other remained firmly planted on the floor as she rose up onto the ball of her foot. She held her raised leg with one hand, almost effortlessly, as Brian looked her up and down.
He zoomed in on her ass, trying to see any hint of the underwear she wore under those tight pants, but he could see none. She was either wearing nothing or some kind of tiny thong. While staring at her open-mouthed, his beer began to spill on his pants. When he realized it, he simply corrected the bottle without bothering to wipe off then quickly looked back at Natalie as she maintained that amazing pose. He studied her legs and tilted his head slightly to get a better angle. Looking closer, he was convinced he could see just a hint of the outline of her parts in the crease between the leg pointed south and the other, pointing due north.
Like the rest of the group, he was amazed by Natalie’s athletic ability, but unlike them, he was more impressed with the incredible firmness of her ass. He supposed that made him shallow. The beer could be partially to blame. But he had such a limited sexual history that he often found himself more preoccupied with sex than other guys his age. He knew that was saying something, too, since most of his peers thought with their penises far more often than with their brains. He seemed to think with his penis all the time.
Seconds later, as Natalie slowly brought her leg down, Brian’s eyes followed it the whole way, his mouth still wide open. While her audience clapped, he approached her. He was hooked. He spent the rest of the night talking to her, getting her drinks, and hanging on her every word. Later, he walked both Natalie and her roommate to their dorm.
As he lay in bed that night, unable to sleep, Brian pictured Natalie with her leg in the air in the same amazing position, but this time she was completely naked. It was only the two of them in the living room now, but he again sat on the sofa, holding a beer and just watching her. While she continued to hold her right leg skyward with a hand near her ankle, she used one finger of that occupied hand to motion for him to come to her. Dropping the beer, he leapt up and went to her. When he reached her, she was somehow able to remove her hand from the leg without it moving at all. He knew it was impossible, but it was his fantasy. He stood next to her with her ankle inches from his head. Natalie looked him in the eye while she used both hands to unzip his pants, extract his equipment, and guide him inside of her. Sighing, Brian rolled over in an attempt to go to sleep, hoping he could coax that thought into his subconscious as a full-length sex dream.
3
Back on the sofa, Victoria was now kneeling as the fully-clothed Austin buried his head in her pussy from behind. Ever since he’d waited on her at a restaurant about ten months ago, they’d been fuck buddies. They would get together a couple times a month, and she found him more than a capable lover for his relatively young age. Reaching back, she pulled his head more deeply into her as his tongue continued quickly licking away. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and she was close.
"Oh, yeah... do that... don’t stop."
Austin’s tongue was getting really tired, but he kept going. He desperately wanted her to cum so he could lie back and relax while she began pleasing him.
Victoria narrowed her eyes and commanded, "Rub my clit."
Moving his hand from cupping her ass, he followed her instruction as he pushed his tongue as far into her folds as he could. Victoria moaned loudly; Austin rubbed her swollen button harder and licked her faster. Victoria pushed her ass out closer to him, took hold of his head once again, and pulled him into her. He could barely breathe.
"Oh, yeah, yeah..."
Austin fingered her in just the right place, and then one last lick pushed her over; the first wave of a huge orgasm flowed through Victoria’s pussy. "Softly now. Oh..."
Victoria released his head. Pulling back a little, he began lightly licking her lips. He rubbed her clit once more, and Victoria pulled his hand away and covered her sensitive spot with her hand to keep him away. Austin extended his tongue into her deeply and one last wave pulsated through her. Her eyes glazed over, and then she slumped back into the sofa, gasping for breath. After wiping his face, he sat back on the other section of the L-shaped sofa while savoring the taste of Victoria’s sweet pussy, which lingered in his mouth. He began massaging his cock as he waited impatiently for his turn.
Victoria caught her breath, smiled at him, and walked over to him. After getting down on her knees before him, she reached back and grabbed her drink. She took a big sip of the cold liquid and captured a large ice cube in her mouth, holding it there. She ran her hands up his legs to his shorts. She could see his cock bulging against the fabric. Victoria unbuttoned, then unzipped and pulled his impressiveness free. Holding the ice cube between her teeth, she pressed it to the underside of his cock and ran it from the tip down to his balls. Austin exhaled deeply and looked at her with his eyes narrowed. "Holy fuck."
Victoria ran the cube all over the underside of his hard cock. It melted quickly against his searing flesh, the water droplets spilling onto his balls and the top of his shorts. Pulling the cube back into her mouth, she let it melt completely as she massaged him with both hands.
Austin dropped his head back and enjoyed the feel of her hands wrapped around him. Victoria wanted him inside her mouth, but she would warm his cock again and get her mouth thoroughly cold before she took him inside. Letting go of him, she dug another ice cube from the glass and slipped it inside her mouth. She wrapped both hands around his thickness as the ice began melting on her tongue. After swirling the cube all over her mouth, she let it sit at the back of her throat as she stroked his cock more. Austin watched her closely. He was super-hard. Victoria let the cube slip to the back of her throat and felt it melting there. Once it was gone, she took his thick hardness into her freezing mouth. Austin’s jaw dropped as he felt the tip of his cock touch her icy throat.
Her cold tongue worked around his thick head. He shut his eyes tightly; it felt freaking amazing. She bobbed her head up and down on him as he sat there basking in the combined sensations of her working him with her warm lips and the coldness of her mouth and tongue. Opening his eyes, he gazed at her as she looked up at him and made eye contact.
"Wow, this is—"
He stopped talking and
moaned loudly as she slipped her mouth from his cock. She cupped his balls and began tonguing them wildly while stroking him slowly up and down with one hand. Pressing her tongue to the base, she ran it up to his head and back down. She paused, licked it with an upward stroke once more, and then devoured him with her mouth.
She took to sucking him harder and faster. Austin was on the edge. He flexed his muscles tightly and pushed his hips up off the sofa as she firmly gripped his cock between her lips and slurped even harder. After tensing once more, his mouth flew open wide with a silent gasp. Then his cock throbbed, and he came. Victoria quickly pulled her mouth from him just as a jet of hot semen launched up and landed on his leg. He slumped back as she squeezed his balls and then swirled her fingers over his sensitive cock's head while wearing a satisfied smile.
4
For the next few weeks, Brian dated Natalie somewhat unofficially. They did homework together, they ate together in the dining hall, and they even made out a few times, but that was all. There was no removal of clothes or touching of parts or even dry humping. Brian would leave her dorm room, usually bent over at a strange angle and very frustrated. He wanted to see her naked, and he wanted to see her strike that ballet pose while she was naked. He was infatuated with her, and the more she held back physically, the more head-over-heels in love he became.
Their relationship took a very minor step forward three weeks after they started dating, when Rob, Brian, Natalie, and three other friends went to a college party at a university about two hours away. At three in the morning, they left the party and returned in an old station wagon with Brian and Natalie lying next to each other in the cargo area. She reached out to touch his hand, and he took her hand, interlocking his fingers with hers. They held hands for the remainder of the ride home, with the back of Natalie’s hand resting over Brian’s groin. He didn’t know if she realized it at first, but as his penis began to expand in his pants, he started to feel her pressing against it a little more firmly, which only made it harder. For the rest of the ride home, he hoped she would unzip and pull him out to relieve the pressure, but she never did. Instead she was either asleep or was pretending to be, as she lay next to him. When they arrived at daybreak, Brian offered to walk her to her room. Natalie declined and told him to come over later that day. Brian went home, jerked off, and quickly fell asleep.
The next morning, Jason, one of the guys who went on the trip, interrogated Brian about the goings on in the back of the wagon as Rob stood near them.
Jason asked, "So did Natalie give you a little tug back there?"
"A tug?"
"A hand job, you idiot!"
"Not exactly," Brian said.
"I heard something going on back there," Jason said.
Rob laughed. "Well, what do you call it when a girl presses the back of her hand into it?"
Brian glared at Rob.
Jason looked wide-eyed at Brian, then his face took on a serious expression, and he asked, "So she never actually touched it?"
"No," Rob answered for his friend.
"Has she never touched it?"
"Outside of clothes?" Brian asked.
"Of course—it’s got to be out to count," Jason said.
"Well, then no."
"But last night she put the back of her hand on it?" Jason asked.
"And she pressed on it a little," Brian said before realizing how lame it sounded.
Jason smiled at him. "Well in that case it’s called... nothing!" He jumped up and announced loudly as he headed into the bedroom area, "Guys, wait till you hear this!"
After catching up with Jason, Brian grabbed him by the shoulder. "Don’t be a dick. She said she has a surprise for me tonight."
Jason chuckled. "Yeah, maybe you can put your big toe next to her pussy through her clothes."
He proceeded to tell the rest of the guys the station wagon story. Brian never should have let it slip, since his suite mates would never let him live it down. From then on, that particular sex act—or unsex act—was called the BHJ (for "backhand job"), but some preferred to call it "the untug."
5
Jillian agreed to a blind date with a purportedly great guy who worked with the husband of one of her close friends. Mike had a good job and was a competent tennis player. Years ago, Jillian had put in a tennis court right next to the pool, and she loved to play. She played number-one singles on her high school team, and although she wasn’t good enough to earn a spot on her college team, she continued to play at least a few times a month for the past twenty years.
Mike arrived, and Jillian gave him a quick tour of the house and pool area before leading him to the court. He was taken aback by the size of the house and the beautiful landscaping. He started their date on the wrong foot, though, by asking, "What did your ex-husband do for a living to afford all this?"
After glaring at him a moment, Jillian replied, "He didn’t pay for any of this. I did."
"You're a writer, correct?"
"Romance novels mainly."
"Huh," Mike said as he returned a look that screamed he couldn’t believe writing books could support this type of lifestyle.
"Marci told me you played on your college team," she said.
"I was number one, but don’t worry—I’ll take it easy on you."
They started hitting the ball around as a warm-up, and Jillian was easily able to keep up with him. She thought he was a good player, but she figured he must have played at a pretty small school, if he'd been number one on its team.
(For a completely optional and somewhat short Tennis 101 terminology lesson click here.)
From the first point, it became clear to Jillian that Mike would do whatever was necessary to not lose to a woman. He served first and won his game easily. On her serve, she reached game point against him only to have him call two of her serves, which were clearly in, as out. She didn’t take issue with his calls and lost that game on another questionable double fault call. He held his serve again next, to go up three games to love.
She decided to play more aggressively by coming to the net after each serve in the fourth game. This strategy worked, and she won her next two service games and broke his serve to bring the set even at three, despite more questionable calls from her immature opponent. Both players held serve to six games all, and Mike’s frustration was growing. During the tiebreak, Jillian served first, and when she called one of his obviously long shots out, Mike questioned the call. She reversed the call simply to end the match as soon as possible.
When they reached six points to five in the tiebreak, Jillian came to the net, hoping to even the score, but ended up badly out of position. Ignoring his opportunity to go down the line for an easy passing shot, he instead chose to fire a shot into her body. When the ball hit her, Jillian stared at him in disbelief. It didn’t hurt all that much, but it did knock the wind out of her momentarily, and she couldn’t believe a grown man would do such a thing.
Grinning widely, he told her she played a good set as she limped to the bench, still glaring at him. She opened a bottle of water and took a sip as he joined her on the bench.
"Best two out of three?" Mike asked, as he opened his hand for her to hand over the bottle from which she was drinking. After exhaling deeply, she handed him the bottle. He drank from it and attempted to return it.
She waved him off. "I think I’m done."
"Tired?" he asked.
Jillian shot a look at him like she wanted to kill him and said sarcastically, "Yeah, I’m too tired."
Moments later, they returned to the pool area carrying their racquets, and he asked, "How about one drink before I go?"
She nodded reluctantly, and he asked, "Do you have a beer?"
Jillian went into the house, and when she returned with the beer, she found him swimming in the pool. Standing at the edge, she glared at him. "What are you doing?"
"I was hot," he answered as he stood in the pool, looking at her. "This feels great. Why don’t you join me?"
"No," he replied and then repeated, "Why don’t you join me?"
"Who gets into someone’s pool naked on a first date?"
"I was picking up these signals from you on the court. You had this angry, sexy look on your face."
"Because I was in pain after you hit me with the ball."
"You’re not mad about that are you?"
"No, but you acted like a complete ass on the court and then somehow think that’s an invitation for you to dunk your naked, sweaty ass in my clean pool? Get out."
He looked at her with a grin, and when she didn’t smile back he asked, "Seriously?"
"Yes. Please, get out and go."
"All right," he said as he unabashedly climbed from the pool with his huge thicket of wet black pubic hair matted down around his unattractive groin. His sizeable gut was protruding enough to add to the overall look, and he stood, dripping, his hands on his hips as he asked curtly, "A towel?"
After grunting, she took a sip of his beer and glanced once more at his train wreck of a body before grabbing a towel and tossing it to him. He proceeded to dry his groin first while she stood ten feet from him. She continued to drink the beer, alternating a sip with a grimace as he lifted his hairy parts while drying off, in some misguided attempt to impress her.
He said, "Maybe that beer will loosen you up a little."
"No, it’s merely keeping me from calling the police."