Josie pouted as she crawled over Nick and tossed the paper towels in the trash. She sat back and folded her arms over her chest.
“Are you mad at me?” asked Nick.
She glared at him, reached for the remote control and turned off the DVD. She flicked through the channels until she came to a crime drama. She retrieved the bowl of popcorn and munched furiously.
Nick scooted closer to her and wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “Can I have some popcorn?” She tossed a few kernels at him. He laughed. “Careful it doesn’t get caught in the oil slick. Popcorn will be contaminated.” He kissed her hard on the cheek, wiped some of the oil from his legs and gently massaged her inner thigh. “Come one, let’s put the movie back on.”
When Josie hesitated, he took off his boxers and tossed them over his shoulder. “Let’s say we let the Peace Maker resolve this.” He wiggled his erect penis without using his hands.
She stared at his wobbling penis and grinned. Yes, the Peace Maker has resolved a lot of fights. “Okay, how can I possibly refuse the Peace Maker?”
The summer ended quickly and as Nick and Josie placed the last of their belongings in a box, they stopped to look around for the last time. Josie took pictures of the sofa-bed, their kitchenette and even their tiny shower. Nick threw his arm over her shoulder and Josie leaned against his chest. She was going to miss Nick. Soon they would be back at their respective schools. Although she hated the distance between them, she felt more confident in their relationship.
The Roommate
During his senior year at Penn State, Nick dedicated all his energies to study. He felt he had wasted the first year-and-a-half in self-indulged misery so he wanted to make up for it. Now with his major in filmmaking, he felt a sense a purpose and reason.
Mentally and emotionally, he had given himself fully to Josie, but celibacy was hard for a virile twenty-one-year-old. As hard as he tried to remain physically faithful, urges always arose and sometimes the force was more than he could handle. Occasionally he gave in to his urges and would invite a girl under strict guidelines: sex, no kissing and absolutely no cuddling. She was encouraged to leave shortly after orgasm.
Those who knew of Josie tried to lure him away with their sexuality, but their efforts were dismissed as soon as Nick slid back into his sweatpants. He knew it made him an asshole but he really didn’t care. His only concern was being readily available whenever Josie called or texted. If she did, he had his standard excuses: I was in the shower. I stepped away from my desk. I was hanging with the guys.
Josie was never tempted by young men, but that didn’t mean she didn’t have urges. She gave in and ordered a vibrator which she used almost every night. If only she had known how good it felt; she would have encouraged Nick to purchase one for her at the sex shop.
Josie and her roommate, Wendy, stayed in one night with a bottle of peach schnapps. The schnapps caressed her tongue and warmed Josie’s cheeks. She licked her lips and thought about Nick. If she couldn’t have Nick, she’d settle for Nick Junior, but she wasn’t alone.
Lying back against her pillow she stared at Wendy. She had the same hair color as Nick and her lips were tight and perky. Josie imagined Wendy as a female version of Nick.
Wendy caught Josie staring at her lips and propped herself up by her elbow. “So what’s it like with a guy?”
Leaning against the wall, Josie arched her head toward the light on the ceiling and sighed. “It’s amazing.” She glanced down at Wendy. “You never been?”
“I’ve never been much interested in boys.” Wendy chuckled. “They never really did much for me. Personally, I admire a women’s body more—the soft curves and delicacy of the features.”
“I can see that,” said Josie. “But there is something about holding a guy’s hot, hard penis in your hand; there is something about watching it grow as it becomes aroused.”
Wendy laughed wildly. “You talk as if there is no one attached to the penis.”
“Sometimes I like the penis more than I like Nick,” Josie joked and took another sip of schnapps.
“He can be a jerk?” Wendy asked.
“He has his moments, but his penis makes up for it. We call it the Peace Maker,” Josie replied with a drunken giggle. She reached for her vibrator and held it out for Wendy to see. She turned it on and watched it swirl in her hand like a magic wand. “Do you want to try it out? It’s not the same thing, but it helps pass the time.”
Wendy shifted her weight in arousal. “Why would you really need that if a woman’s erection is her clitoris? Did you ever feel it become so hard it was painful?”
“Many times,” replied Josie.
“What do you do?” asked Wendy.
“It depends. If I’m alone, I rub it until it goes away.” She grinned. “If I’m with Nick, I let him take care of it. The best is if he just rubs his hard erection against it. Sometimes that is better than penetration.”
“Would you let another girl do it for you?” Wendy questioned, feeling herself becoming slightly moist.
Josie’s body stiffened. Can I do it with a girl? “I don’t know. It depends on the girl,” she replied, laughing nervously.
Wendy crawled off her bed and carefully onto Josie’s. When Josie brushed back Wendy’s hair from her face, Wendy kissed her lips. When their mouths parted, Wendy delicately inserted her tongue.
Although Josie could feel her body tingle, she thought about Nick. His lips were much stronger and he kissed with much more intent. Nick’s tongue had a slightly different texture: it was more course and rough.
Wendy gently moved her hand over Josie’s breast and massaged it. Josie shuddered in response and pulled Wendy closer. Wendy rested her other hand between Josie’s legs and rubbed her. Receiving no resistance, she moved her hand inside Josie’s panties and massaged her slit. Using two fingers, she played with her clitoris.
Josie moaned and spread her legs wider. Wendy pulled back and removed Josie’s panties. She reached for the bottle of schnapps and drizzled a bit on Josie’s pussy, and with her finger, spread it inside her labia. Josie raised her hips to meet Wendy’s mouth and Wendy licked the Schnapps from Josie’s inner lips and sucked it from her clitoris. Josie groaned and started pulsating against Wendy’ tongue. She looked down at the head between her legs and thought about Nick. She missed Nick’s hot breath and his mass of dark hair resting between her legs.
“Do you want me to do it for you?” asked Wendy. Josie gave Wendy a confused look. “Your vibrator,” Wendy continued. “I can do it for you.”
She wasn’t sure if she wanted to go that far; in fact she had gone much farther than she had every considered. “Okay,” she muttered.
Wendy rubbed Josie’s vagina with the tips of her fingers and gently inserted her index finger. Josie dropped her elbows and sprawled against the mattress. Wendy worked the internal walls of Josie’s vagina with her fingers and gently glided the vibrator inside Josie. She turned it on and glided it in and out of Josie with light strokes.
Josie closed her eyes and imagined it was Nick. With him it felt different as he used more force and intensity than Wendy’s sweet touch.
Wendy noticed Josie’s unsure expression. “Is it not good?”
“It’s very nice, but it’s not the same as what I’m used to,” she said.
“I’m sorry,” Wendy pulled out the vibrator. “I guess I hardly fuck like a dude,” she joked.
Josie laughed. “It’s okay. Most guys would be thankful for that. If girls fucked like dudes, what use would we have for them?” She cleaned off the vibrator. “Do you want to try it?”
“I’ll pass,” replied Wendy. She parted her legs a bit, “But if would you like to try…”
Josie felt as though she couldn’t refuse, so she pulled off Wendy’s panties and took her turn. She didn’t like it, but did her best to return the pleasure. It was nothing like taking a penis in her mouth. There was a certain power and strength that she enjoyed in the penis.
After Wendy had climaxed, she crawled back to her bed and fell asleep. Josie rolled on her side toward the wall and texted Nick: you’ll never guess what I just did.
Nick was with his fellow students, working on their senior project, when the text came. He responded: what?
My roommate sucked my pussy and then fucked me with the vibrator, Josie wrote with a big smirk on her face. Surely this would excite Nick.
Nick stared dumbfounded at his phone and typed: what?
“Is everything alright?” a fellow female student asked, noting Nick’s shocked expression.
“Um, my girlfriend,” he muttered staring at the new message on his phone: I had a lesbian affair with my roommate. Nick ran his fingers through his hair and instead of texting her back, he called her. “What is going on?”
“I fucked my roommate, or I should say, my roommate fucked me,” whispered Josie.
“What does this mean?” he asked with a concerned tone. “Did you like it?”
“It was alright, but it wasn’t you. I miss the dick,” she giggled.
“I would hope so,” he replied.
“Are you jealous?”
“I don’t know quite how I feel; shocked is the first word that comes to mind,” he said, looking around at his fellow students.
“Are you excited?” she asked.
Nick walked away and whispered, “Um well yeah! My girlfriend gets girl-on-girl action. My mind fills with mental pictures.”
“Are you getting hard?”
Nick felt his growing erection. “That would be an affirmative.”
Josie rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling. “What are you going to do about it?”
“Ah, Josie, I’m at the studio working. I am here with my partners on the project. I can’t do this now,” he said.
“Come on dude, I want to hear you come,” she urged.
“Josie, I can’t now.” He breathed heavily, walked out of the studio and down the hallway looking for an empty room. There were so many students about. Nick noticed the door to the editing room was open. “Okay, hold on a sec.” He entered the editing room, kicked the door shut and sat heavily on one of the plastic chairs. “All right, go on,” he said with his hand in his pants. “Start from the beginning.”
“Well, Wendy and I started drinking schnapps, we started talking about sex. I think she is a real lesbian, because she has no interest in guys” she whispered and looked over at Wendy to make sure she was still asleep. “Then we started making out, but her kisses were nothing like yours and her tongue had a different texture. It was weird. I didn’t know tongues had different textures.”
“No commentary please!” Nick urged as he rubbed himself. “Just the facts.”
Josie giggled. “Okay, she then started to feel me up—my breasts.”
“Did she suck your nipple?” Nick questioned urgently.
“Yes,” she lied. “She spilled schnapps on my pussy and spread it around my lips with her fingers.”
“Oh God!” he muttered, stroking harder.
“She sucked my nipple hard until it was bright red and then she slid her hand down my pants and played with my pussy until it got slopping wet,” Josie continued. Hearing Nick groan deeply on the other side of the phone, aroused Josie and she placed her hands between her legs. “Then she munched on my pussy and sucked my clitoris. I was going crazy with passion, so she shoved my vibrator inside me and fucked me hard with it until I came in a massive orgasm.”
Josie listened to the phone and all she could hear was distant grunting and heavy breathing. “Nick? Nick?” And then she heard his phone drop to the floor. “Nick?” she whispered, looking at Wendy.
“Yeah,” he muttered.
“Are you okay?” she asked.
“Wait, let me pull up my pants.” He pulled up his pants and held the phone to his face. “Next time you decide to do that, give me some fair warning, will ya?”
Josie giggled. “I don’t know about that; it’s part of the excitement.” She paused and said, “It actually wasn’t as good as all that, I miss you. Do you think I can lure you up here next weekend?”
“That would be a definite probability,” Nick replied, still panting heavily.
The drive up to Cornell on Saturday morning was beautiful. The sun shone through the newly budded trees, and blossoms delicately scattered along the road. Nick didn’t care about the scenery; he wanted Josie now. He sped down the road as fast as he could but before he knew it, a cop car flashed behind him. “Ah shit.” He pulled over to the side of the road and wound down his window.
The tough male state patrol cop strode casually up to Nick’s window and peered inside. “License and registration.”
Nick obeyed without protest. “I’m sorry officer. My girlfriend at Cornell called me a few days ago and confided the intimate details of her lesbian encounter with her roommate. I can’t get the image out of my mind, and, well, I’m kind of in a hurry to get there, if you know what I mean.”
The male cop looked at Nick and handed him his license and registration. “Good God! And it’s taken you several days to get up there! Kid, I have heard many excuses for speeding, but this takes the prize.” He leaned inside Nick’s window. “Slow down a bit, you want to make sure you get to your girlfriend in one piece.”
Nick watched through his rear view mirror as the cop pulled onto the highway and drove away. He couldn’t believe his luck; he had no intention of talking himself out of a ticket. I guess even cops can understand the emergency when it comes to lesbian sex. Pulling back onto the highway, he watched his speed the rest of the way to Cornell. They next cop may not be so understanding.
When he arrived at Josie’s dorm, she was waiting for him in the lobby. As soon as he walked in the door, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him furiously. “I told Wendy you were coming up and she’s hanging with a friend in another dorm for the weekend.
“What?” Nick pushed her away disappointed.
“Nick, you didn’t think we were going to have a threesome; did you?”
“Honey, you don’t really want to know what I was thinking for the past the couple days. You couldn’t handle what I was thinking the last couple days,” he replied.
“Ah, that’s not going to happen. First, Wendy has no interest in you and secondly if she did, a threesome would be a hell no.” She took his arm, guiding him to the elevator. “I don’t understand why guys get so hot over lesbians. What’s the big deal?”
As the elevator door closed, Nick replied, “Honey, girl-on-girl sex is like kryptonite for guys; it can be crippling.”
Josie wrapped her arms around his neck. “Well, it was a once and done thing and thank God you survived. From now on it’s just you and me.”
“Can’t you give me just a little bit of hope?” he asked.
“What would you do with two girls anyhow?” Nick chuckled as the elevator doors opened and Josie guided him to her room. “Seriously honey, what would you do with two girls; you only have one dick.”
Once inside, Nick undressed and stood in front of Josie. “One girl handles the drumstick, the other takes care of the bangers.”
Josie stared at him in disbelief and shook her head as she took off her clothes and lay down on the bed. “Yeah, but you can only fuck one girl at a time, regardless how many you have in your band.”
Kneeling before her, Nick decided not to say anymore. He rubbed his penis against her slit and pushed it deep inside her. He loved watching her face; the deeper his penetration, the more intense her expression. He swiveled around inside her soft flesh and Josie clasped his biceps in ecstasy. They both knew no one else could ever truly satisfy.
Yes! Yes! Yes!
The summer sun sprinkled through the trees as Nick drove along the Pennsylvania turnpike, casually reclined behind the stirring wheel. Josie tapped her feet along to the rock music blaring from Nick’s car stereo. She sang loudly to a Led Zeppelin song:
“And I’m shaking so much, really yearning
Why don’t you show up, make it all right!”
Nick squeezed her thigh. “Baby, I’ll make you better than all right.”
Josie stretched her arms and arched against the car seat. “One full week of sun, surf, sand, and sex, I’m counting on it.”
“Hungry?” he asked. “I’m thinking of pulling off in Lancaster for lunch.”
“I’m always hungry. You know that.”
Nick took the exit off the turnpike and drove down the highway toward downtown Lancaster. As college graduates, there wasn’t much their parents could stop them from doing. They could come and go as they pleased. Finally, they had control of their own lives.
Downtown Lancaster traffic was a mix of pedestrians, cars and a few slow Amish buggies. Nick honked the horn. “Damn Amish, they should learn to ride bikes and leave the buggies at home.”
“It’s no big deal. Let’s just park somewhere and find a place to eat,” said Josie.
He checked the street signs. “No, I have a place in mind.” Finally he parked downtown and turned toward Josie. “Do you want to do something crazy?”
“Sure! What?”
“Get married,” he replied casually.
“What? Here, in Lancaster?”
Nick nodded toward the courthouse across the street. “In there.”
“Nick, I’m not dressed to get married. I’m wearing cut off shorts, and a t-shirt with iced tea stains.” Josie pulled her shirt and pointed at the stains.
“Well, hold on,” Nick said. He leaned over the back of the seat, opened an icebox on the floor behind him and handed Josie a white rose bridal bouquet. “Does this help?”
Josie smelled the roses and choked out a response, “What about rings?”
Nick snapped his finger. “Rings, right. I forgot about the rings. He reached in his pocket, retrieved a black velvet jewelry box and displayed a small half carat diamond ring. “Will this do? I know it’s small, but it’s a start.” He studied her shocked, teary-eyed expression. “We can walk into Lancaster courthouse boyfriend and girlfriend and walk out husband and wife and then have a week long honeymoon in Ocean City, Maryland. What do you say?”
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