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From: "Conjugate" <conjugat@bellsouth.net>
NNTP-Posting-Date: Sun, 17 Jun 2001 15:51:47 EDT
Subject: {ASSM} RP The Catalyst, by Conjugate <F/solo, FF, MF, MFF, voy, mast>
Date: Mon, 18 Jun 2001 07:10:03 -0400
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In honor of my story about Sex Toys, I'm reposting this baby, my
first story, which got (he said modestly) three 10's from Celeste
and quite a number of positive comments.  Enjoy!

The Catalyst, by Conjugate <*> <F/solo, FF, MF, MFF, voy, mast>

Warning:  This is an adult story, not for those who are too young to
read sexually explicit tales.  If you are too young, or if you are
offended by sexually explicit content, stop reading right here.

This story is copyright 2000 by Conjugate.  All rights reserved.  This
story may be stored or archived at any site as long as no money is
charged for the privilege of reading it, as long as this header and
author information remains intact.
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I had just started graduate school, and already I was missing my
Sweetie.  He and I had separated when I went to the US to school and
I hadn't been there more than a few weeks when the loss of regular
collaborative sex began making itself felt.  My Sweetie (no real
names here, thank you!) and I were engaged, and I'd promised to stay
faithful, and I was determined to keep that promise, but my pussy kept
having other ideas.  This is the story of how I managed to survive
without breaking my word -- well, by not breaking it *too* badly,
anyway.

I had found an apartment, and I had met another tenant, a young Asian
girl who was here as an undergraduate, whom I'll call Lin.  I was very
surprised to find, when I talked with her, that she was very innocent.
It surprised me even more to find she was a virgin.  The part of the
world I'm from, they don't have any.  And she didn't want to be, that
was the funny part.  She had a boyfriend, but he was a dork, and mostly
wanted to play role-playing games.  At first, I thought that sounded
interesting, but it turned out her boyfriend wasn't interested in the
kind of role-playing I'd thought.  He didn't seem to have many balls
either; he'd ignore her for a week at a time, sometimes, and didn't
ever want to go places with her.  Even though she and I lived in the
same building for a year, I only met this guy twice, which shows you
how much time they spent together.  I'm not even sure why she thought
he was her boyfriend.

Then there was this other guy in the building.  He was named Danny, and
he was into engineering or something strange like that, and he was
another grad student.  He was OK, and seemed to know what was going on
sometimes.  Some of the time, it was like he was in his own weird
little space, but mostly you could pull him out of it.  And he acted
like he cared, but got distracted; Lin's boyfriend acted like he didn't
give a damn.  And he was okay, not great, but kind of sweet and polite,
and really very straight; I think he may have been a virgin too, but
he never told me much about that.

Anyway, the problem I was having was no Sweetie.  Now, I'd promised him
that I wouldn't fool around on him; no sex with other guys, I told him,
and (no pun intended) it was hard.  Or at least it got wet a lot.  And
there was this guy in the building.  He was, like I said, real nice,
but not for me.  And he had a tight butt, and a nice smile, and I was
horny, and something was going to happen.

It didn't help that he liked to look at me.  My tits aren't really that
large, only 34C, but he talked to them more than I liked, and it made
me start thinking things I shouldn't think.  Classes during the day
were OK, but in the afternoon, when we all got back and hung around
the building looking for someplace to eat or doing laundry as a group
or something, he would say hi, and I would smile and say hi back, and
he would be looking at my tits again.  He tried not to, sometimes, but
I don't think he'd even figured out I could tell.  It cracked Lin up,
too; she was really hot for him.  I could tell, not just from the way
she watched him, but from when we talked when he wasn't around.  She
worried about the size of her tits.  She wasn't bad, maybe a B cup,
and she had a smooth flat stomach and dancer's legs.  But for some
reason this goofus Danny just stared at my tits.  I've never understood
that.  Even after I let him know I wasn't available, and made a big
point of showing him Sweetie's photo on the table, the eyes would drop
after a few seconds of chatting.

I asked Lin about that jerk of a boyfriend of hers.  "Oh, he's busy
this week," she would say, or "Oh, yeah, he's at some gaming con or
other," or any of half a dozen other things.  I know he existed, but it
wasn't easy to tell.  I asked her about the guy in our building, Danny.
"Oh, he's not good for me," she said, and I could tell from the way she
wouldn't meet my eyes that she wasn't telling the truth.  "Why don't
you try him, Ginny?  I think he really likes you."

But I was taken, and I really wanted to wait for my Sweetie.  And
this guy, Danny, was not cute enough to upset that.  My Sweetie was
tall, and sweet, and kind, and had a hard-on that could shatter brick,
and dammit, I needed something and I needed it soon.

The trigger point came a few nights later, after we'd all done laundry
together in the room in the basement.  It was still evening, and I was
really tired, and for some reason Linny and Danny (I don't know why we
went with those names; we were friends, and somehow it seemed right to
be Linny and Ginny and Danny) were in my room.  I don't remember how it
worked exactly, but Danny and I were suddenly naked, and he slipped in
between my legs and Linny stripped as she watched us.  I remember her
eyes were wide open like headlights.  Danny started pumping gently in
and out, and then Linny leaned over, looking frightened half to death
and started licking my pussy lips near the clit while Danny was pumping
in and out.  Then Danny started to come, and I started to come, and
Linny sped up and I think she started to come, and I had the biggest
orgasm I've ever had in my life.  I was trying to hold on to Danny and
trying to push Linny's head down harder, and I came like I've never
come before.  I groaned, and the noise woke me up; I was all tangled in
the sheets, completely naked, the first two fingers of my right hand up
my slick wet pussy, and my left hand still stroking where I'd dreamed
of Linny's tongue.  That's when I knew something HAD to be done before
it was too late.

I lay there in the dark, basking in the afterglow, and gently licking
my fingers clean.  I wondered if Linny would taste anything like the
way I tasted.  I wondered if Danny would taste anything like the way
Sweetie tasted.  Then I tried to remember how Sweetie tasted, because I
was getting a little scared at that point.  I had something really good
with Sweetie, and didn't want to lose that just because I was horny.
They say men mostly think with the wrong head, and I don't want to
follow that example.  So, I figured, Linny liked Danny, and if I could
get them together, that would remove temptation from my path.

The trick was to get Linny and Danny together.  I talked with Linny
from time to time, dropping a few hints ("So where's your boyfriend?
Still away at that gaming con?  Don't you get lonely?  I wonder what
Danny is looking for.")  She didn't take the bait very well, so I
decided it was time for more drastic measures.  That would turn out
to be interesting.

I use a computer, and had been browsing through many of the newsgroups,
and had found the sex stories newsgroup about two weeks into the
semester.  Now I turned my computer on once a day to make sure I didn't
miss any, and those stories were helping me survive without Sweetie.
Or maybe they made it worse; I didn't care.  They were just too good.
So, I thought, maybe if they were good enough to drive me crazy, they'd
be good enough to drive Linny crazy.  In any case, I was going to try.

Timing is everything.  Her "boyfriend," or whatever he was, was away
(again -- or maybe still) and Danny had some kind of evening thing, so
she and I were both on our own.  Linny and I took turns cooking dinner,
and sometimes invited Danny.  She came over, and I made sure I had
"inadvertently" left some of the stories lying around.

Dinner was, well, interesting.  First we cooked, nothing fancy, just
some quickie casserole, while we talked about school.  I didn't want
to start the conversation on men, because I knew she would think I
was obsessing.  But she surprised me by starting the talk herself.

"Ginny, don't you think Danny likes you better than me?"  she asked.
She'd asked me things like this before.  She usually worried that her
tits were too small.  I had tried to reassure her before.  I was going
to try something different.

"Maybe, but who gives a damn?"  I laughed.  "I only want Sweetie.  You
know, you'd be doing me a big favor if you distracted Danny for me."

That was the right tactic.  I don't remember what she said, but her
smile and the way she cheered right up told me that she'd been worried
less about her tits and more about my competition.  We settled down to
talk about techniques.  This was a chance to get her insanely horny.

"You know," I said, laughing, "I'm not sure I can tell you what you
ought to do, but I can probably show you what *not* to do."

"What?" she asked.

"Look.  I'm on this Internet thing, and there are a bunch of perverts
on there.  They write all kinds of stuff.  Some of it's awful, and it's
more funny than dirty, but we'll get a laugh out of it.  Let me show
you.  See, this one's called _Bouncy Bisexual Babysitter_.  It's a
riot.  'Sweet, alluring Rhonda fondled her massive 44D breasts as she
reflected how unfair life was.'"

Linny and I had to laugh right there.  "Why," she asked, "does she
think life is unfair?"

"She has to go babysit instead of going out on a date with her
boyfriend."

"If she has to babysit, how is there any sex in the story?"

Oh boy, I thought, I knew she was innocent, but I never realized she
was _that_ sheltered.  "Well, her boyfriend comes to visit the house
where she's babysitting, and she and the girl she's sitting and her
boyfriend get it on together."  Put that way, it sounded hilarious, and
we both sat and laughed for a while.  We were both nervous, but a
really bad sex story can get you beyond that.  This one was a prize,
which is one of the reasons I had printed it out.  We got into it.
When we got to the scene where the babysitter sucks off her boyfriend,
Linny blushed but didn't say anything.  When we got to the scene where
the boyfriend went down on the babysitter, she squealed.

"I can't believe you read these stories," she exclaimed.  "Do people
really _do_ things like that?"  We both laughed.

"Well, that's not why I went for this story.  There's a better part a
little further on."  I went about two pages further on, where the
babysitter, sweet alluring Rhonda of the 44D breasts, started fucking
her boyfriend.  It was not the best scene, since the writer didn't have
a clear grip on female anatomy, or on anything else except his cock,
probably.  We laughed as it described her clit as being one and a half
inches long and protruding from inside her vagina, and wondered if the
author had ever understood what he was seeing in the dirty magazines he
was obviously using for inspiration. After a few minutes of this, we
were laughing so hard we had to stop for a minute.  Just as well, I
thought, because we were getting to the part where all their noise
wakes up the 14-year old girl (5'7", 117 lbs) that she's sitting for.
The girl comes down and I wasn't sure I wanted to read an Ff scene with
Linny, for fear of letting her see how I was getting hot.  She sure
wouldn't want to listen to my advice on how to get Danny if she thought
I were hot for her.  So I put that story down, and reached for a better
one; I went past Claudette of the North, and Teen Cunnilingus
Tournament, for similar reasons, and was looking for Foreplay or maybe
Call Girl Cheerleaders, to change the trend.  But Linny noticed.

"What's the matter?  We're not through with this story yet."

"Well, I wasn't sure the rest was as good.  It gets a little strange."

"Oh, come on.  What could be stranger than what we've already read?"

God.  I keep forgetting she's led a sheltered life.  Okay.  "Well, all
right, but don't say I didn't warn you."  We went on, reading the tale;
Rhonda's boyfriend had just bent her over the coffee table and was
inserting himself well up her butt when Linny objected.

"Oh, my.  Now that's just silly!"

I had to agree.  "Yeah, they aren't even using any lubricant.  I can't
imagine anybody not using some lube for that.  Do you have any idea how
much it hurts?"  Me and my big mouth.  I heard Linny choke, and then
start to laugh, one of those nervous laughs that says you probably
ought to change the subject.  We skipped on past that part, to the Ff
scene.  There was the usual rough description of some perfunctory
cunnilingus, then a rather odd and unimaginative description of sex
with three people that somewhat reminded me of my dream; the boyfriend
(I don't think the story even gave him a name) started fucking the
14-year old, and Rhonda began licking her boyfriend's cock, and the
14-year-old girl's labia at the same time.  How she didn't get her head
squished in the thrusting, I don't know.  I could see Linny from the
corner of my eye, and she was getting sweaty at the description of the
tongue slithering up and down the labia, around the pumping cock.  Now,
to me, that scene was just nasty; I mean, they hadn't even described
washing this guy's schlong after the anal sex, but you _know_ the girls
would have made him do it.  And, as usual, no condom.  But Linny was
getting flushed, and if I didn't know better, I would swear I could see
her nipples starting to stand up under that T-shirt of hers.  Well,
well.  Maybe better change the subject, and pick a different story.
We did.

 From there it was more MF sex, and that was much better; we had a good
time when Linny found the anti-piracy device in one story.  It cracked
her up.  It cracked me up, too, when I found it.  Pretty clever,
overall.  One author just decided, in the middle of his story, to put
a message like, "Hey, stupid!  If you paid a web site to read this
story, you were ripped off!  There's a whole archive of free sex
stories including this one and many others.  Don't send your money to
people who are only giving you stuff you could have gotten for free!"
It was sneaky, too, how the author hid it in the story, making it a
part of the plot.  I had to explain to Linny how for-pay web sites
would take stories and make them available to people for money.  I told
her about the web site at asstr-dot-org, and mentioned how much stuff
was there for nothing; that's where I'd got all my stories.  Then I had
to explain to her why anybody would pay for them in the first place; we
had to laugh at how stupid people are.

It was getting pretty hot in my room by that time, what with the heat
from cooking dinner and the heat from reading those stories, and I
don't run the A/C much to save the folks' money.  So we thought we'd
leave.  For some reason, we didn't have much to say about sex for a
while after that; I guess we were a little embarrassed about getting so
horny together.  But I could tell that Linny was sure thinking about
what we'd read, and about what I'd said about Danny.

So, a few days later we were hanging around outside, when Danny came
back from wherever it is geeks go; I kind of picture them standing
around in a science or engineering building, saying "geek geek" to each
other, or something like that.  But he'd come back from some meeting,
and talked to Linny and my tits about how he'd been to this meeting,
and about how this guy was going to be his advisor, and how he was
going to write his dissertation in a year or two, and cheerfully
mentioned that he was going to start lifting weights in the afternoons
because he was having trouble sleeping at night.  Well, there were two
images in my mind while he was chatting at Linny and my tits; one of
him coming back from the gym all sweaty and pumped up, and staring at
my tits, and one of him in bed but not able to sleep.  Maybe doing
something to help himself feel sleepy.  Maybe taking out his cock,
maybe a real long thick one, and slowly coating it with baby oil....
Jacking it up and down, sliding his fist over the little beads of
sticky pre-cum on the tip, making the shaft slick.... His body jerking
as he sprayed a little fountain of semen up in the air, all over his
belly.  I wanted to howl at the moon or something.  I tried not to let
my fists clench, and hoped my hard nipples weren't showing through my
shirt.

I came to, to find he was smiling at both of us in his cheerful way,
and I said something pleasant.  Linny smiled at him, and I was grateful
to her for that; he smiled back and I began to hope that Sweetie was
going to get me with my honor relatively intact.  We'd talked about it
before I left, and I knew he wouldn't dump me if I strayed, but I sure
didn't want to tempt him.  I didn't want anybody but him.  I told
myself that a few times.  Then Danny went on inside to get his gym
stuff and I swear the air temperature cooled down at least twenty
degrees.  I turned to Linny and laughed.

"What were the last few things he said?  I could hardly listen."

She laughed back.  "You mean, what was he saying to your chest?  I'm
not really sure either, because I couldn't concentrate."

"You too?  Man, I was afraid I was going to start rubbing myself right
there!"  I laughed.  It had been meant as a joke -- I'm not usually
that uninhibited, even with friends, and besides I'm pretty sure that
masturbating on the front porch would be grounds for termination of my
lease -- but I keep forgetting about Linny.  She blushed.  I
apologized, trying to laugh it off.  It didn't work.

"Um, you really do that?"  she asked, looking down at her feet.  Oh,
Hell.  I sure hoped she didn't decide I was some kind of sicko.  But
surely she did it herself?  I mean, who doesn't?  She didn't, as it
turned out.

"Uh, yeah," I said carefully, also not meeting her eyes.

"Well, how do you do it?"  She looked up quickly, and then down again,
and I could almost feel her blush.  "I mean, I know how, but I don't
really know how... I mean, it doesn't work.  I tried and tried, but it
didn't do anything, and I want to know if I'm doing it wrong, or if
there's something wrong with, well, with...."  Her voice trailed off.

I swore under my breath.  Damned lousy American sex ed classes, leaving
women to learn masturbation techniques from Canadian exchange students.
Jesus, this was embarrassing.  I tried to give her an answer, and had
gotten as far as, "Well, you see," when the door banged open.  Linny
and I both jumped a foot.  Danny came trotting back out with a bag that
presumably held his gym stuff.  He waved cheerfully, and was off, and
as far as I could see, didn't notice a thing.  For once I was grateful
he seemed to live in his own world.

But he did break the tension, so we could laugh it off and go inside,
but I had a feeling I wasn't getting out of it as easily as that.  And
I was right.  Linny said, "So, you want to come over for dinner
tonight?" which was reasonable since she'd been over to my place the
night before, but I was pretty sure she wanted to continue our
conversation, and I wasn't sure I wanted to.  But I didn't have any
good excuse, so I just nodded.  "Great," she said, and trotted off.

That evening was interesting.  I brought over a couple of cokes, and
she did a stir-fry with some rice.  She was good at that, and I
enjoyed dinner.  After dinner, she wanted to know if I'd brought any
more stories with me.  I had to admit that I hadn't.

"Can we go over to your place and do that?  Or can you show me how to
do that on my computer?" Well, I couldn't very well say no, since that
was what I wanted to do anyway.  So I decided to show her how to do it
on her own computer.  She had an account with the school, same as all
students, so we got on the net and looked for some good recent stories.
Sure enough, she started looking for F/solo mast stories.

I wasn't sure I wanted to get involved with this; I always figured I
was mostly straight, but had a few fantasies with women.  I didn't want
to get my head messed up with anybody but my Sweetie.  Besides, it's
embarrassing to talk about fingering yourself off.  Still, I wanted to
get Linny uninhibited enough to attack Danny and keep him apart from
me, and that's what counted.  So I figured, what the hell, and we found
a good, or I should say bad, story.  We laughed at it; I had to explain
why some of the ideas the author had about female masturbation weren't
right.  Men always treat women's parts the way they treat their own,
firmly and vigorously.  That doesn't work, at least not for me.  It
took a long time before I got Sweetie to stop treating my pussy like a
board he wanted to sand smooth.  And I had to admit that I'd never
tried a vibrator; they're hard to come by in the small town where I'm
from.  It's the kind of place where everybody knows everybody else, so
nobody would buy a vibrator there unless they wanted the whole town to
know they'd bought one.  So there was, like, no market.

I still don't know if my next remark was a mistake; I mentioned, at one
point in the story, that when I had discovered baby oil, at about the
age of 16 or so, I'd thought I'd died and gone to heaven.  Linny perked
right up.  "Cool!" she said, and popped over to her bathroom.  Sure
enough, she had a bottle of baby oil.  I laughed, but I was feeling
more nervous than ever now.  I went for another story.

Linny went along with it; we read another story.  In that one, the girl
ejaculated, and we both laughed.  I explained that I'd heard about it,
but didn't do it myself.  And there was another scene with a zucchini,
which I'd never tried because those suckers are just way too big for me
and another scene where she slips a cold coke bottle up her, and that
was just too silly for words.  I mean, if the temperature didn't
discourage her, the diameter would.  But it got us laughing, and making
jokes about why she couldn't have just bought herself a bottle opener
and things like that, and we went on.  The next story, unfortunately,
was a classic.  It was obviously written by somebody who knew how a
woman masturbates, and went into such cool detail that I thought I was
learning a few things myself.  I was getting really horny by the end of
the story, and I could tell I would need a little practice when I got
home.  So I wasn't ready when Linny turned to me and blushed.

"Could you show me how?" she said.  I think it was the way she was
blushing and not quite meeting my eyes that made me say yes.  If she
weren't just as scared as I was, I don't think I could have done it.
But that little quiver in her voice, and, well, when you're that horny
you'll do a lot of things you ordinarily wouldn't do.  So I said yes.

I was wearing shorts; I slipped them and my panties off, not meeting
Linny's eyes.  I kind of wished I'd been drunk, since that would have
made it easier.  "Okay," I said, "I'll just, kind of, show you enough
to get you started."  I opened my legs a little ways, trying to ignore
her and pretend she wasn't there.  I could hear my heart beating, and
it was a struggle to keep my hands from shaking.  "You start slow," I
told her, and just lightly brushed my pubic hair.  Her eyes had gotten
really big, like a deer in the headlights, and she was staring at my
pussy like she'd never seen one before.  I looked away.  No danger in
going too far, I thought to myself, I'm so scared it would take a
miracle to get me wet.  I stroked my labia lightly.  "Don't start near
the clit at first," I explained, with my eyes closed, trying to pretend
I was talking to myself.  "And keep the motions light.  The lighter,
the better.  Just barely skim the lips."

"When do you use the baby oil?" she asked.  Since I'd been trying to
pretend that nobody else was in the room, it caught me up short.

"Well," I said reluctantly, "you can put it on any time."

"Show me?"  Again, her voice was thin, a little quivery, and if it
hadn't been, I don't think I'd have done it.  But I felt a little sorry
for her, and besides I thought, if I show her how to do it right, then
maybe I can get out of here and leave her to her own devices, so to
speak.

"Okay," I agreed, reaching for the baby oil.  "Here.  Just a little on
my hands, at first, and then I'll polish up the lower lips. . ."  I slid
my oily fingers up and down the outer lips; I was still carefully not
letting my fingers slip inside, because there are some things I don't
want to do in front of an audience, even when I'm horny.  I gently
greased the lips and then a thought occurred to me.  "Now, here's one
thing I do," I added, putting a bit more oil on my right hand.  "I take
this hand, with oil on it, and hold it right here. . ." Right over the
clit hood.  I watched as the oil slowly slid down my fingers.  "It
feels real good, because you can't predict quite when it will drop."  I
waited another moment, then closed my eyes.  A moment later, the drop
of oil forming on my fingertip fell and landed -- splat! right on top
of the clit hood.  Oh, God, that felt good.  I could feel warm
sensations all over.  I put my fingers back down on my labia and
thought about Sweetie.  I could use a little more pressure now, with
the oil, and I began to slide the fingers up and down those sensitive
pussy lips.  When I realized how aroused I was getting, I stopped with
an effort.  Damn, I was getting really turned on.  Time to call halt.

"Do you have any paper towels?" I asked.  "I think that's enough to get
you started."

"Well, yeah," she said, her eyes still open wide.  I could see the big
blood vessel in her neck throbbing and little tiny droplets of sweat on
her smooth golden neck.  "I'll get you some paper towels.  Hang on."

She got up.  I just sat there, with nothing much I could do since I
didn't want to get oil on my shorts or panties.  In a second, she was
back with a roll of paper towels.  I reached for them.  "Before you go,
though," she said, can you see if I'm doing it right?"  Well, of course
I was going to say no, and if she'd been ten seconds slower with those
towels, I probably would have just laughed and told her she was on her
own.  But I was still really horny -- I think I would have come in
another minute -- and besides, I told myself, I really did want her to
get good and turned on.

She slipped her pants and panties off, not meeting my eyes -- I think
she was as embarrassed as I had been -- and sat down the way I was, in
a lotus position, facing me.  Her pussy was beautiful; the outer lips,
like her skin, were darker than mine, which made a keen contrast with
the bright pink of her inner lips.  Her pubic hair was shorter and
finer than mine, and stopped a little ways above her clit where mine
went down a little to the sides.  Self-consciously, she began stroking
her pubic hair, then went immediately to the lips.  She had very long
fingernails, and started poking nervously at her lips; it was too hard,
I could tell.  I stopped her.

"No, you're poking them," I said.  "You should stroke them.  Very
lightly, hardly touching."  Now that I thought about it, much of the
sensation came from my fingertips; my nails were shorter than hers.

She tried again, and I could see the first faint gleam of her
lubrication near the base of her pussy.  "Oil?" she said.

"What?"  I asked.

"The oil!"  She removed one hand to point in my direction, and I
suddenly realized I was holding the bottle of baby oil.  I was holding
it quite tightly, too, I realized.  I handed it to her, trying not to
get too flustered.  Just handing a bottle of baby oil to a naked,
masturbating teenage girl, nothing out of the ordinary about that.

She oiled herself up, and that seemed to help.  But she still didn't
seem to be getting really hot.  I didn't think she was rubbing herself
the right way, still; too hard.  "Hold up, Linny; look here."

I tried to show her, and that was another mistake; I could feel myself
lubricating.  But I carried on.  "Look," I said.  "See how I'm hardly
touching myself?"  I kept my fingertips stroking gently up and down,
never quite getting to the area close to the clitoris.

"Like this?" she asked, and tried to follow my movements.  I couldn't
tell, of course, how well she was doing it.  But she added, a moment
later, "Oh, that feels good."

"Yeah," I said, "it sounds like you're doing it right.  Now, after
you've done that for a while, move up a little bit."  I demonstrated,
letting my fingertips work up to stroke the labia near the top and
pull, every so lightly, on the delicate skin around the clit and hood.
God, it felt good.  I watched as she did the same, and heard her gasp.

"You like that?" I gasped.  "Now, try this."  I put my index fingers on
each side of the clit, and gently slid them up and down, pulling the
hood to rub lightly over the top of the clit.  Her headlight eyes were
following my every move, and her fingers were like reflections of mine
in a mirror.  "Now," I said, "think of something sexy.  Like that scene
in Bouncy Bisexual Babysitter where her boyfriend is licking her, or
like Danny, if he were jacking off and we came in and watched him when
he didn't know we were there."

Linny said something, but I'm not sure what.  It sounded like "Urmph!"
and her face turned dark red.  I guess I hit a nerve with one of those
scenes.  I could tell she was going to come.  That's the trouble with
starting down a slippery slope; I hadn't planned on coming myself.  But
there is no slope more slippery than an oily pair of pussy lips, and I
knew I wasn't going to be able to hold off, either.  I just put my
fingertips right on top of the hood and I went for it, whacking myself
off just as fast as I could.  In a few seconds, I was coming.

It wasn't long before Linny was coming, too.  I had hardly gotten
myself off when she started gasping.  I noticed that one of her fingers
was inside her pussy about an inch, and she was shaking so hard I
couldn't tell if she was rubbing her pussy or if it was rubbing her
fingers.  And then I saw something I'd never expected.  A bunch of
liquid came out of her pussy and sprayed all over the carpet in front
of her.  It was kind of funny.  I had not really wanted to do this with
her at all, but now that I had, I was seeing something that I might
have paid good money to see.  A female ejaculation.

I don't know what it is, but right after something like that, some
great sexy act, after I come, I always feel a little bit embarrassed,
like I've done something I shouldn't have.  I think Linny must feel the
same way.  Neither of us said a word, but just picked up our clothes,
mopped up the mess, and went on our way.  We didn't talk to each other
the next day at all.

So, a few nights later, Linny dropped by, and asked shyly if we could
read a few more stories.  Well, who am I to stop her from carrying out
my plans?  So I said sure, I'd like that, and we went on into the pile.
One story was a long tale and it gave me an idea to further my goal of
getting her to attack Danny's body.  And at the same time, keeping me
from doing it first.  This one was one of those stories about a strip
poker game.  Well, we were still feeling a little funny about each
other, so that evening didn't go as far as the one before, but I still
got the feeling that Linny really wanted to learn more about her body
from me, and I was wondering if it would be cheating on Sweetie for me
to teach her.  I'd had fantasies about other women before, but they had
always just been fantasies, so I wasn't sure what to do when I started
having feelings for somebody who was real.  But I suggested to Linny
that maybe we and Danny should get a game of strip poker or something
like that happening.  I said it like a joke, just in case it grossed
her out; she laughed, and said something like, "Oh, sure, yeah.  What
a great idea." that made me think she was covering herself; if I was
joking, so was she.  If I was serious, so was she.  That meant yes.

I figured I'd better talk to Sweetie.  He and I didn't talk as much as
we'd like because of the cost, but in this case I thought I'd better
spend the money.  I was going out of my mind, and spent a long, slow
time late at night talking to him about what I was going through and
what he was going through.  But it was OK; he said he knew how bad it
was, and I think he was really relieved when I told him that I was on
the verge of trying things with another woman.  Of course, if my plan
worked out, the other woman would be defusing the guy who was really
getting my pussy pulsing, but that was another story, and I didn't want
to tell him about that.

Well, it's not easy to tell a guy you want him to come over and play
strip poker with you and another woman.  I mean, it's easy, but it
isn't easy to get the words out.  You know if you can say it he
wouldn't say no, but you also find out it isn't easy to say.  So we
asked him to come over and have dinner with us one evening that week.
He does his laundry about the same time as we do, and he said something
to me about being tired of frozen food, so he was probably hinting for
an invitation anyway.  Linny and I saw the perfect opportunity, so we
asked him over to my place in two nights.  I had a plan.

The next day I got some alcohol.  I wasn't sure what to get, but I
thought Cuba Libres were always a fun time, so I got a big bottle of
rum and some two-liter bottles of coke, figuring that that would get me
and Linny loosened up, and maybe work a little magic on Danny's
inhibitions too.  And we would whip up some good stuff -- well, not
really all that good, it was really spaghetti sauce from a mix -- and
boiled a ton of spaghetti, and, just by coincidence, made sure there
were a couple of decks of cards around.  It was going to be fun.

Then Linny got scared.  "What do I do?" she asked me.

I tried to be reassuring.  "Look, it's easy.  He probably doesn't know
much more than you do, so if you screw up, he'll still be impressed.
Believe me, there's not much you can do to screw up."  But that wasn't
enough reassurance, I guess.

"Can you tell me, you know, some tricks?"  I wasn't sure what she meant
and I guess she could tell that from my face.  "I mean, some stuff I
can do to, you know, make sure he stays real hot."  I almost laughed.

"Linny," I told her, "if he thinks sex is a possibility, you won't have
to worry about making sure he stays hot.  Believe me on this.  You'll
have to worry about sex if you chicken out after we get him all hot and
bothered, but if anything you'll have to worry about getting him so hot
he goes off in about thirty seconds."  This brought up a thought that
worried me; I _thought_ Danny would be a gentleman, but it isn't cool
to get somebody that hot if you're not going to follow through; and I
sure as hell wasn't going to get the boy's rocks off for him.  If Linny
chickened out, I wasn't sure what would happen, but Danny would have
every right to be royally pissed off.  If there was any chance of that
happening, I just didn't want to play.  So I asked Linny.

"Look," I told her, "are you sure about this?  I mean, if you decide to
pull out, that would be really unfair to him."  And to me, and to you,
I thought but didn't say.  But my worries were unfounded.

"No," she objected, "I won't back out.  I really want this guy.  I
mean, I'm just worried 'cause if I screw it up, maybe he won't want
to... you know?"  This worried me; Linny hardly ever speaks in
teenagerese, and here were two examples in one sentence.  The "'cause"
and the "you know?" were both signs of extreme uptightness.  That's
what comes of living with Yanks all your life, I guess.  So, I guessed
I would have to show her some tricks.  Not that she should need them,
but just in case she did, she would have them.

"Okay," I said, "do you know the ginger ale trick?"  She didn't, and
that didn't surprise me; I would've said that everybody knows the
ginger ale trick (but it works just as well with any fizzy drink).
"Look," I said, and took a big mouthful of Coke.  I gestured for her
arm (I'd forgotten I couldn't explain the trick with my mouth full).
When she let me have her arm, I pressed my lips to the inside of her
wrist, and opened them slightly.  The fizzy sensation startled her.
I swallowed the Coke, and added, "Just a little fizz on any sensitive
body part will really liven things up."

She looked at me nervously again.  I was trying hard not to look
exasperated.  "What sensitive parts?" she asked.

"Any sensitive parts.  With him, I think any part of him, even his
knuckles, are going to be pretty sensitive."

"What else?"  We were at her place, getting things ready for The Big
Seduction.  I'd bought a dozen condoms because she was too embarrassed
to, and we were just putting up chips, Coke, rum, extra ice, and some
ground beef.  I kind of wondered what the checkout guy thought when I
went through the line with condoms, chips, rum, Coke, ice and ground
beef; but I figured, whatever he could imagine, he was welcome to it.
I was trying to put up groceries, she was trying to get a crash course
in Sex 101.

"Well, like what?  Um, there's another trick like the ginger ale
trick."  She wanted to hear about that, so I told her the hot tea and
ice trick; you take a partly-melted ice cube, and hold it in the back
of your mouth.  You take a swallow of hot tea or coffee or something,
and put your mouth on his nipple or neck or someplace.  You open your
lips wide enough for the coffee or tea to touch the skin, and then
slowly move the ice cube in your mouth until it touches.  A sort of
hot-to-cold game that has had some wonderful effects.  I've done it
while doing a blow job, but you have to be real careful or when the guy
starts thrusting you wind up spitting tea all over him.  That led us to
talking about blow jobs, and when I realized that we could have gotten
Altoids I was mad at myself.  So I had to explain to Linny about what
you do with Altoids, and that led us to what makes a blowjob good, and
I started to get really glad we weren't doing the strip poker game
tonight.  We weren't getting ready for anything very fast.

What happened next was my fault.  I should have been more careful.  But
I started to describe the perfect blow job, all the way from the first
moment you take the head in your mouth, to the stage where you swirl
your tongue around the head, over the glans, and lightly tickle the
shaft, to the taste of the first little drops of fluid from the tip,
all the way to explaining as well as I could how it feels when he's
almost ready to blow and the head gets really big and his balls start
to pull up.  And I told her that if you get the head near the back of
your mouth, you can swallow it without tasting too much of it, and how
you can feel his balls move when he's ejaculating, and, well, I was
getting really hot.  Big surprise.  And Linny was getting really hot.
So I thought I'd show her how some of these things were done.  I wish I
had more sense sometimes, but I'd talked it over with Sweetie, and he
had been okay with the idea of my getting some relief from another
woman.  I just had to make sure I didn't cross the line with a guy.

So we made some tea, and Linny got me some breath mints.  They weren't
nearly as strong as the Altoids, but I put my mouth to the inside of
her wrist and got her to giggle a little.  And I was getting ready to
do the tea thing to her, when she took off her top.  I was all set to
freak out, but she grabbed me and gave me a gentle, shy kiss on the
lips.  Well, I thought, here goes, and carefully did the hot tea and
ice thing to her neck and slowly slid my way along her collarbone and
down to the hollow under her neck.  She shuddered gently and I could
feel her unsnap her bra.  My tea wasn't hot, and the ice had melted,
so I just kissed her nipples gently and probed them with the stiffened
tip of my tongue until they stood up.  Then I blew lightly on them, and
she moaned again.  I got another piece of ice and a swallow of tea, and
when I did the tea and ice trick she shuddered.  I could tell from the
scent that she was getting wet.  I did the tea and ice trick to her
other nipple, and then reached over and took one of her fingers in my
mouth.  I started to swirl my tongue around it as if it were a penis,
and she started squirming.  Her other hand reached around behind my
head and began to stroke my neck with a light, gentle touch that was so
arousing that I could feel goose pimples forming.  I gestured lightly
to the floor and we both sat down on the carpet.  I leaned her back,
took her finger from my mouth, winked, and straddled her left arm.
Leaning down, I moved my lips towards hers, and then gently began to
lick her lips, using the lightest touch I could manage.  I used my
right hand to stroke her hair lightly; I could feel her left hand work
its way to my ankle, where she began touching the skin gently.  My left
hand reached out, and found as if by accident her bare knee.  I slowly
let it slide down the inner leg as my tongue parted her lips.  She was
wearing shorts, just as I was, so I could get my fingers fairly far up
her bare leg, and began sliding my tongue in and out of her mouth,
with a thrusting motion that was supposed to make her think of pure
fucking.  Her left arm reached up from my ankle, and touched lightly
on my butt where it stopped and just moved lightly around.  Her right
arm reached up and pulled my head down and she returned my kiss with
energy.  My left hand gently slid inside the leg of her shorts, to the
dark warm moist place between her legs; I felt the first tickle of her
pubic hair.  She wasn't wearing any panties.  She tried to say
something, but of course that isn't easy when your tongue is inside
somebody else's mouth; I separated for a minute.

"Let me sit up for a minute," she gasped, and I did.  A second later,
and she wasn't wearing shorts or panties, and I was sliding my shorts
and panties off too.  We tried to get back to where we'd been; I saw
her pussy and decided to go in for a closer inspection.  Gently, I
pushed her legs apart, and lay down next to her, with my knees near
her head.  She lay on her back, and I was on her left; I pulled her
left knee to me and pushed her right knee up and away.  There was her
beautiful, delicate slit, with its short little trim hairs up close,
with the intoxicating aroma of her arousal filling my head, making me
a little giddy.  I pursed my lips and blew lightly across her lips, and
I felt her shudder.  She grabbed my legs to have something to hold on
to, and I shifted my weight a little to get in closer.  When I let my
lips touch her labia, she made a little squeaking noise, and I slowly
slid my tongue up and down, then slithered in to the pink area of the
inner lips.  I remembered my dream from earlier in the semester, and
found to my surprise she really did taste quite a bit like me.

I reached over with my left hand and began tapping the index finger
lightly on the soft flesh close to the clit and hood, while I kept
swirling my tongue around the inner labia, and only briefly licking up
near the clit.  This didn't last long; I could tell she was getting
close, so I slid one finger a little ways inside, and felt around for
the sensitive spot.  A moment later, she was making that funny
squeaking sound, and I had to move in order not to drown.  Yes, Linny
was a real ejaculator, all right.

I waited a moment until she came back around, and then smiled down at
her.  "Hi, there," I said, trying not to smirk too much.

When her eyes were focused again, she looked back at me, and smiled
tentatively.  "Why were we interested in guys again?" she asked, and I
laughed with her.  Then we sobered up a little, and she gave me that
shy look.  "Um, you know, I should do something for you?"  Well, yes,
now that she mentioned it, she had come and I hadn't, and it was nice
of her to mention it; some guys I know wouldn't.

"Sure," I said, and moved to open my legs further apart.  I wasn't sure
just what she wanted to do, but I wasn't going to discourage anything;
after all, one of the reasons I got into this situation was that I was
horny.  Linny blushed again; she is cute when she does that.

"What would you like me to do?" she asked.

Well, I knew what I wanted her to do; I wanted her to dive deeper than
Jacques Cousteau in a lead suit.  I wanted her to lick me like a
Tootsie Pop.  But I also knew it might scare her if I said so, so I
didn't say that.  I said, "Well, what would you feel comfortable with?"

At that, she got up, and dashed out of the living room.  I was going to
be a little upset -- after all, feeling comfortable is one thing, but
leaving me horny is another -- when she came back.  And the angel was
holding that bottle of baby oil in her hands!  "Come here," I said,
grinning at her as wickedly as I know how (and that's pretty wickedly,
as my Sweetie would tell you).  It was time for Linny to get some
hands-on instruction.  It wasn't long after that, that I was sitting
back enjoying the afterglow, and thinking it was a good thing that her
carpet was so old or those new stains would sure look bad.

It wasn't until later that night that I reflected that it would be too
bad when she and Danny were attached; I'd probably be pretty lonely for
a while.  Oh, well, the sacrifices we make.  I sure hoped Sweetie would
appreciate it.  I went to sleep and dreamed of Sweetie again, for the
first time in a while.

The next day was kind of busy for a while; it was a class day, but that
wasn't a big deal.  No tests or anything.  I was antsy waiting for the
evening and what it would bring.  I sure hoped it would work, but in a
way, I was kind of hoping it wouldn't work, too.  I was going to miss
Linny if she and Danny got together.  I got over to Linny's apartment
about an hour before we were going to get dinner, and started working
on browning the ground beef.  Linny was chopping vegetables for the
spaghetti sauce.  We'd both given some thought to what we wanted to
wear; usually it wouldn't be important since it was just the three of
us, but since there was a chance we'd be taking some of it off, I'd
given it some careful thought.  That's why I was wearing a sports bra,
a tank top, a blouse, panties, shorts, an apron, shoes, and socks.  I
wanted to make sure that I was going to be among the last to show much
skin, since it wasn't me I wanted anybody interested in.  Well, not
much, anyway.  Linny was wearing more layers than usual, too; she had
this really hot set of lingerie from Victoria's Secret and some other
nice clothes, and a slop shirt and apron on over it.  But she didn't
mind losing some of her clothes early, I hoped.  Lucky I'm handy with
cards; I knew I wasn't going to lose the hands I dealt.

Dinner was good; we were careful not to encourage Danny to eat too much
since we didn't want him feeling full and sleepy.  And we teased him a
little bit about his lack of social life, just in case he needed to be
encouraged to think about getting a girlfriend.  Most people wouldn't,
but after seeing the way he and Linny carry on, or don't carry on, I
must say I'm surprised.  I mean, in Canada, we always suspected the
bloody damn Yanks can't even reproduce without help, and here I am
seeing the proof.  Surely they're not all like that.

After dinner, we all sat around in the living room, on the floor (where
certain recent carpet stains were carefully covered up with cushions --
nice touch, Linny) and listened to the radio, and talked about school.
Very casually, I took up a deck of cards, almost as if I weren't
thinking about what I was doing, and I started to shuffle them.  Danny,
bless his heart, noticed, and asked what kinds of games I like to play.
I couldn't help myself.

"I like to play _all_ kinds of games, Danny," I said as suggestively as
I could, and smiled.

Be damned if it didn't go right past him.  "Oh," he said, "do you like
Bridge?  That's a really interesting game, and I'd enjoy teaching you,
except there are a few parts of it I haven't really got down yet.  Like
the bidding."  I didn't strangle him, or even scream.  I just smiled.
And I thought it was nice of me not to tell him I had been handling
Stayman and Jacobi transfers, both as opener and responder, probably
since before he knew how to tell a King from a Jack.

Linny came to our rescue.  "Do you like poker?" she asked.  "It can be
a lot of fun, especially if we don't play for money."

"Then what do we play for?" he asked, looking a little bewildered.  I
was afraid for a moment that I let myself look exasperated.  We
explained, rather gently, the idea, and he seemed greatly cheered up.

Well, I don't want to go into much more detail; let it just suffice to
say, in about ten minutes, he'd lost his shoes, I'd lost nothing, and
Linny had "absent-mindedly" taken off her slop shirt so that she lost
her blouse on the second hand.  That's when I found out why the French
have that name for ladies' underwear.  For the first time that I can
remember, Danny stopped peeking at my tits, and sent lingering glances
towards Linny's bra.  His glance was the lingerer, and her bra was the
lingeree, so to speak.  In another ten minutes or so, I'd lost some
clothes (I couldn't deal _every_ hand), but Linny was down to her
panties, her bra, and a rather becoming blush, and Danny was down to a
pair of briefs.  And that was about the point where the game broke up.

I don't remember exactly which of them propositioned the other; I do
remember trying to politely head back to my place when Linny asked me
please not to leave her alone with this man who was going to do
everything she ever wanted to her.  And I was getting horny again (or
maybe I was still horny from before -- hard to tell) so I didn't leave.

I'm proud to say that I got through that evening without so much as
touching Danny, keeping my promise to Sweetie intact.  It wasn't easy;
I remember when he first took his cock out, and Linny reached over and
touched it, hesitantly, I wanted to go over there and show her how it's
supposed to be done.  And when they kissed, I wanted to join in, but I
just watched.  Then, she wanted to try her blow-job technique on
something a bit more genuine than one of my fingers, and went and got a
mouthful of Coke, and showed him the ginger ale trick.  While she was
doing that to him, I figured I owed her a reward, and slid between her
legs and started licking her crotch in a slow, gentle motion.  I had an
ulterior motive for this; I'd seen her fingering herself and wanted to
do her a favor in exchange for removing Danny from my paw, so to speak.

She kept sucking, and I kept licking, until Danny said something that
raised my opinion of him a great deal.  He said, "Excuse me, but I'm
about to come."

It amazed me that he could talk that clearly, or that he could say
"Excuse me," under those circumstances, but it was also pretty amazing
that he was thoughtful enough to give a warning.

Linny just mumbled, "Mmm-hmm," around his cock, and continued working,
just pulling him in a little deeper, so the head was near the back of
the throat.  I'd taught her that, to keep the taste from being so bad.
I kept licking, making sure to pace myself.  I believe the only way you
can learn to stand the taste of come is by having an orgasm just about
the same time you taste it, or else it always tastes horrible.  So I
didn't want Linny to come before he did, if I could help it.

And it worked.  A few seconds later, I could hear him groaning, and I
knew he was just about there.  I sped up my licking, and slid my hand
down the front of my shorts, and began rubbing myself as fast as I
could.  I could feel Linny start to clench, and I knew she was feeling
what I had described when the guy starts to come.  Just about the time
Danny's tremors subsided, Linny's thighs clamped around my head, and I
got the full spray of her come on my face and neck.  Right about the
same instant, my busy fingers sent me over the edge.  It was one of the
best experiences of my entire life.

About the time I came around again, I slid out from between Linny's
legs and saw her and Danny holding hands and looking all shiny-eyed and
adoring at each other.  I thought that I might as well slip out and go
to my own apartment, which I did, quietly.  I don't think they even
noticed.  I didn't stop to look in the mirror to see if I looked like a
glazed donut, just got my clothes and slipped into the hall to my own
place.  Just about another ten weeks, and I'm gone, back to Victoria
and Sweetie, I thought.  I lay in bed a long time, wondering about the
future.  Then I dreamed -- and when I did, it was all about Sweetie.

              The end.

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