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Recollections From a Diary
By Paris Waterman
Copyright, 2000
Chapter 14.
Sharing With Doris
Dear Diary: Thursday
Persuaded Danielle into having a beer with me after class. We talked
about guys, what else? She doesn't have a boyfriend. I find this
incredible. I laughed and she grinned nervously. Realizing my mistake,
I suggested writing up a preemptory dissed and pissed list of the guys
we'd known, which is something Doris, Meg and I customarily do for each
other after we've been dumped. (Julie 's never been dumpedshe does the
dumping.) That way the dumpee sees the dumper's lousiness cataloged in
black and white. Danielle started to cry. Mentally, I kicked myself and
grabbed Danielle's hand as I offered my sincerest apologies for hurting
her feelings. That's when she began to open up to me. It turns out
there is NO HISTORY of BF's. Except for a short termed twelve-year old
puppy love romance with a kid named Timothy nothing resembling love has
ever crossed her path.
My confidence in Julie's knowing everything about everything soared.
Like a hawk in the noon day sun, I circle above my prey, waiting to
pounce.
Eventually, Danielle stopped crying. I asked her to look out the window
(dozens of guys were walking, running and biking past us) and to point
out the right type guy for her. We must have finished two more beers
before she was able to find a Mr. Right type. I knew him from a class
we shared and filed that vital info away for future use.
Dear Diary: Sunday
Oh my god, you will never believe the time I had last night. Jeeze it's
11:00 in the morning already and I'm scribblin' this before I zonk out
again. I'm afraid I'll forget most of it by dawn's early light
tomorrow. Right! I won't wake up until five or six in the p.m. better
spew it out now!
Seems I got so wrapped up in that damn Chemistry exam, I'd completely
forgotten about the party I was hosting last night. Whew! Brain lock, a
major case. When Doris called, I almost panicked, but managed to
salvage my sanity by dropping everything and err ... cleaned the
apartment. Like it made a difference. I figured as long as no one poked
around under the couch, or the bed, or the closets it looked passable.
I shrugged off the mess in the sink, figuring they'd think the party'd
been going for a while before they arrived. I did incur a case of
temporary insanity while looking for a decent dress to wear. I found a
dark green thing with a scoop top and only minor stains and swiveled
into it. A quick mirror check (my eyes must have been closed at the
time) and I thought it passable.
Doris arrived promptly at eight with a great looking stud muffin on her
arm.
By 9:30 the place was packed and jumping. Everyone who said they'd make
it was there. Drinks were flowing and the music was good and it was
loud. Figuring everyone could now fend for themselves, I set out to
enjoy a bit of the evening myself. Whoa, almost a fatal mistake. This ...
asshole named Eric, (well, he did have a ... certain attractiveness about
him and he was certainly interested in me, or so it seemed) started
working his charms on me. But after another drink or two and plenty of
conversation, I decided his come-on was too intense and out there. What
with that spiel of his about our potential offspring and his oohing and
aahing over my unique charms; so I excused myself after realizing as
hostess one can get away with things like that and found Doris nearby.
Come to think of it, nothing he mentioned about me was that unique or
charming anyway. Stud muffin was no where in sight. Over a glass of
Cabernet I regaled Doris with my recent encounter.
"There's a fine line between romanticism and overkill, and that dude
crossed it," Doris commiserated.
She also said that she'd heard about him and warned me to be prepared
for a barrage of phone calls in about two weeks.
I laughed and said, "Two weeks, eh? Who knows how horny I'll be when he
calls?"
We both broke up over that line. Doris wobbled a little, spilling some
wine on the floor. We choose to ignore it, but I realized that she was
drunker than I was.
"So," Doris said with a faint slur, "What'd ya think of him?"
Playing a mind game with her I asked, "Who?"
"The guy that brung me ... err ... brought me," and she hiccuped.
"He's nice Doris, don't turn your back or I'll be all over him," I
smiled. "Now let's see what we can do about those hiccups of yours."
"Fuck the hiccups," she said, getting bitchy and hiccuping again.
"Shit! Rachel ...see?" Doris succumbed to a series of hiccups.
Handing her a glass of water, I said, "Drink this."
Doris swallowed every drop, burped softly and smiled at me.
"I think that did it. No more hic ..." Another hiccup.
"Shit!"
"Have some more water. That should help," I offered.
"Any more water," she said accepting the glass, "and I'll piss on the
floor.
"No you won't," I told her.
"Oh no?"
"No, I'm taking you to the ladies right now." And we walked arm in arm
to the John.
Once inside, Doris hiked up her skirt and pulled down her hose and
panties and peed away.
"Have you noticed anything?" I asked.
"What?" Doris asked, wiping herself with a generous amount of toilet
paper and flushing.
"Your hiccups are gone."
"Yeah?" she said, as though astonished that could have occurred
without her knowledge.
"Rach, 'member what I was saying 'fore I got the damn hiccups?"
"Not really," I replied checking my face in the mirror and adding some
lipstick.
"He knows you love to fuck and that you're a primo cocksucker," Doris
said gleefully, and waited for my response.
"What?"
Doris giggled nervously. "I told him about you. All about you."
Almost in shock, I asked, "But why? You don't know me all that well.
Why tell a stranger I give great head?"
"Oh I didn't tell him ALL about your sex life. I left out the parts
with you and me and Meg and Robin. I never once mentioned Julie."
"Thank God for small favors," I said not sure if I should be peeved at
her or not.
Doris hugged me close and whispered in my ear, "He told me he thought
you were gorgeous and that he'd do anything to meet you under the right
circumstances."
"What?" I said incredulously. Doris tilted her face even closer to me
then her tongue was gliding along the outside of my ear.
"Stop that!" I said.
"Why?" she asked defensively, "you loved my tongue the other night."
"Oh, Doris ... I do love you and I adore your tongue, but not now, not
here."
She moved away from me, arched a penciled eyebrow and said, "I told him
you were hot to get laid tonight. He didn't want to believe me, but
when he considered that it was Doris talking to him and not one of the
guys, he accepted it."
"Christ, Doris ... I don't know the guy."
"What," she said, "you've never had a one-nighter before?" Pausing,
Doris lit a cigarette.
Feigning aggravation, I came back at her. "You've no right ..."
"Hey," Doris spat at me, her voice rising dangerously high, "I'm doing
you a favor, now if you don't ..."
"It's not that ... damn it, it's the way you've gone about it. I'll look
like a slut to him and his army of friends."
"Rachel," Doris leered, "in many ways you are a slut."
"Fuck you too, Doris." I countered. But she'd struck the bull's eye.
That's exactly how I view myself.
"Ahhh, Rach, let's not fight. I was only thinking of you when I did
this. I kinda thought ... maybe ... the three of us...."
"What! The three of us?"
"Yeah, after one of us blows him and the other fucks him ... well, he's
finished. That still leaves the two of us." Doris finished lamely and
pouted as though unsure of how to continue.
"You're dye job looks awful," I said to break the icy silence.
"Yeah, I know ..." her voice trailed off as she looked at her nails. It
was the saddest I'd ever heard her sound.
"Rach?" The tiniest voice imaginable.
"Yes?"
"He had a gigantic hard on after I finished talking to him about ya."
"And?"
"Well I felt real sorry for him and..."
"You fucked him?"
"Naw, I sucked him off." Her lips began to form the slightest smile.
I started laughing and Doris joined me. Next we were hugging each
other, and then my mouth was on hers. Before we got to wrapped up in
each other, I broke the clinch and said, "Let's go find this guy and
fuck his brains out."
But first I checked my face in the mirror once again. Good thing too, I
had lipstick on the tip of my nose. We rejoined the party, Doris went
to hunt Prince Valiant down and I circulated among the guests.
Things were beginning to get a little out of hand. I spied Meg in the
corner with Eric. Go figure. His hand was tracing circles on her ass. I
told myself to mind my own business and looked in the other direction.
Robin was engaged in conversation with two freshmen. Both female. They
appeared to be enthralled by her personality. I made a mental bet that
at least one of them would be trying to stuff a fist up her hole an
hour from now. Maybe the other would just watch, maybe not. I chided
myself for thinking thoughts like that and then Doris was standing next
to me with....
"Michael," Doris said, beaming, "meet Rachel, one of my dearest
friends."
"Hi," I said, "pleased to meet you," and offered my hand, which he
gripped firmly as he shook it.
"Your glass is empty," Michael said. "So is mine, would you care for a
refill?"
"Sure," I said, looking him in the eye.
Doris giggled. He was handsome and there was a slight bulge in his
pants. Maybe he was glad to see me I thought and laughed aloud.
"He's nicely endowed," Doris offered.
"I might just bite your sweet puffy nipples off tonight, Doris."
She pursed her mouth and stuck her tongue out at me. "Here he comes,"
she warned.
"Oh, thank you Michael," I said accepting another glass of wine. How
many was that, I wondered?
He had a gorgeous bod. Slyly, I goosed Doris and she whooped and jumped
as he neared us.
"What's wrong?" Michael asked, genuinely concerned.
"Nothing," Doris said. "Rachel decided to goose me, that's all."
"Doris!" I stammered, I'd never thought she'd call me on it.
"If it's a game you gals are playing, can I join?"
"Sure," said Doris, "It's your turn to grab Rachel someplace. Just be
inconspicuous about it."
I could have killed her, then and there.
Michael put an arm around me and half-turned me into him. With a big
smile on his face, his other hand cupped my mons and a middle finger
traced its way along my pussy's outer lips. My knees almost buckled.
"That's the idea Michael. Rachel loved it, didn't ya Rach?"
"Umm, let's hold off on this until the crowd leaves. Is that okay with
you Michael?"
One slight tweak to my pussy and he raised his hand to his neck. "Sure,
I'm game. I'll just wander around for a while, okay?"
Taking a quick appraisal of the remaining crowd told me that wouldn't
be very long. I decided to change the panties I was wearing for
something more apropos, and headed for Julie's room. She had the rich
Daddy, not me. Opening the door, I was greeted by the sight of Meg
lying prone on the bed facing me with Eric's cock halfway down her
throat. His pants were bagged around his knees. When Meg saw me she
gave a wave and said something that sounded like "Nargh luup." I nodded
at her, mumbled "Carry on," and headed for Julie's dresser and her
panty hoard.
"What?" Eric said, coming out of his sexual stupor. "Oh? Hi!" he
managed. "Want to join in? Always room for one more," he said, tapping
his dick against Meg's mouth, teasing her as he spoke.
Ignoring the both of them, I hiked up my dress and removed my panties,
slipped on a new pair of Julie's and left. By then Meg was lapping
merrily away with both hands firmly grasping Eric's ass.
Thirty minutes later, the crowd had faded away. That included Meg and
Eric, who gave me a sheepish grin and asked for my number. I ignored
him and just warned Meg with my eyes not to give it to him.
I surveyed the damage and figured it wasn't that bad and decided it was
time to play some games. Dropping onto the couch beside Michael I began
toying with his hair. Doris stood in front of us drink in hand,
watching us as we entered our first kiss. I opened my eyes and saw she
was slowly removing her clothing. When she was completely nude, she
joined us on the couch and tantalizingly unzipped Michael's fly. His
pants vanished moments later. I helped him shrug off his shirt and
underwear. Two out of three were nude.
Smiling, I watched Doris' oval face change its proportions as she
closed in on Michael's cock. Her cheeks were so deeply drawn with her
suction that her face was contorted. From the look of contentment on
Michael's face, Doris was exceptionally good at cocksucking.
I had to start someplace, so I took her foot in my lap and began to
massage it. She moaned and I reached into the small table next to me
and retrieved some lotion to work into her muscles and create that
buttery, soft warmth a massage can bring. She was very receptive to my
touch; squirming and wriggling, still sucking avidly on Michael as my
hands worked up her calves to her lower thighs.
To my mind, Michael was a beautiful masculine creature, with long,
thick, dark hair. He was also tall, lanky and with certain effeminate
mannerisms, that, tempered with his masculinity proved to be enormously
erotic to me.
Moving behind Doris, I pulled the scrunch out of her hair and played
with it. Suddenly, I felt playful and yanked it back and bit her
earlobe. Doris was surprised and yelped. I should have known that as
sensual as she was she would be a moaner.
Then she turned to me and we were kissing, the smallness of mouth and
the softness of her lips I found heavenly. I could taste Michael on her
tongue and when I looked over her shoulder I saw that Michael was
rubbing his purple cockhead, and it was my turn to moan. I had to suck
it too. Slowly, I disentangled myself from Doris and moved closer to
him. He leaned back and opened his legs, presenting his lovely prick to
my face. Tentatively, I kissed it. But Doris was busy too. She had my
dress up around my waist; her fingers were pulling my panties to one
side affording her access to my cunny. I lost track of what she was
doing to me then as I bobbed up and down on Michael's luscious cock.
Then I felt him swelling and knew he was about to cum and cum he did! I
couldn't swallow it all and it dribbled from the corner on my mouth
down my chin and onto my green dress.
I climbed up from the couch and stripped the dress from my body. I
stepped out of my panties and removed my bra. Now all three of us were
naked. Michael was eating Doris by the time I turned back to the couch.
She was thoroughly enjoying his technique. I moved behind him and
taking his balls in my hand began to lick and suck them. Periodically,
I'd check his firmness out. It was too early. I moved to his ass and
licked my way to his anus. Doris was bucking her way through her first
orgasm of the night and screamed loudly even with her fist in her
mouth. I kissed his rosebud and felt him quiver. As he munched away at
Doris, I began to suck on his ass hole, my tongue made several attempts
to worm inside, but he was too tense. I gave up and left them, going
into my bedroom.
I must have dozed off for a minute, for I awoke just as Doris was
selecting one of my nipples to suck. Michael, who was on the opposite
side of me, took hold of the other, and pulling on it, compelled it to
grow rigid. He continued squeezing it and finally bit it. Doris had
already done that to my other one a number of times. I was content with
all the attention I was receiving, but my hands were busy too. One
caressed his neck while the fingers on the other set to about bringing
on my orgasm.
Doris pinched my nipple a little too hard and I cried out loud enough
for neighbors to hear. Michael silenced me with his mouth. Doris
removed my hand and spread my legs apart. I felt her body moving down,
positioning herself . . . .
I was half dreaming as this luscious man was kissing me, his hair
falling all my face, then I felt her fingertips on my exposed clit,
just the faintest of touches.
"Unnnnnngh!" I moaned, lost in heat.
Michael was chewing on both nipples, while Doris blew softly on my
clit. My body was humming with excitement. I was churning and writhing.
Christ, it was so hot in the room, I needed air . . . I couldn't
breathe . . . I lay there imagining Doris looking at my lovely flat
cunt with its tiny pink clit poking up. I spread my legs as wide as I
could and Doris' thumbs had my cunt wide open before she lapped each
side of my vaginal walls in turn. Then Doris pressed her lips into me.
The hood of my clit opened up like a garage door, my clit was drawn
into her mouth, and I went down the stairway to paradise.
Michael picked that second to bite hard on my turgid nipple and I began
to cum, primarily from her sucking my clit (Her fingers were also
probing away deep inside me as well.) in rhythm to my chants of, "I'm
cumming! I'm cumming, I'm cumming!"
Michael pulled Doris away from me and inserted his cock where her
fingers had been moments before. I could feel the thick warm wetness
between my legs, inside me as I shivered under the wonderful feelings
his cock generated.
"Does she like it up the ass?" he asked Doris as he pummeled me with
his cock.
"Yes, I think so," she replied.
For my part, I wanted to shout NO! NO FUCKING WAY!" but was in the
middle of a mind-blowing climax and didn't care where he put that
magnificent instrument. But I did manage to wrap my legs tightly around
him and milk his glorious prick as hard as I could. He never got around
to my butt . . . however . . . .
Doris worked her finger up my ass and I have to admit I was receptive
to it. Meanwhile, Michael took a fistful of my hair and yanked me to
him, kissing me roughly. I was dizzy with lust for this man and
suddenly I realized he was spilling his load on my thighs and belly.
Like a vulture, Doris was there, lapping his ejaculate from my body.
We lay there, seemingly exhausted for another hour or so, occasionally
pausing to kiss one another, but it was late and we were sleepy.
Michael and I cuddled up next to Doris. We were a mess of entangled
legs and arms and hair, as sleep overtook us all.
On wakening around six, we showered together. Fooling around all the
while, then had each other for breakfast. I ate Doris while Michael had
me from behind. It was slow and lasted for quite a while. We were all
sexually sated.
They helped me clean the place up and left. I went back to bed and
dreamed the nicest dreams.
You can find the rest of this series at:
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