Alistaire at USC: Obeying Orders

Sigh. Sorry about the typo in the title of the Reunion chapter. I will accept, but not enjoy, up to three gentle lashes from those of you with that pervy streak...

Hopefully this chapter will make up for it.

As always, seek not realism here. I just aim for the plausibly ridiculous.

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One One With The Orders

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A couple of months or so in, I was cruising through my third and hopefully next-to-last year at USC. Classes went well. I stayed in shape. I even made another good guy friend. He did me the serious solid of remaining clueless about all the gorgeous girls I hung out with, thereby giving me the chance once again to laugh like a Bond villain inside whenever he missed something obvious.

I was chuckling about that to myself one day in November when I rolled into Gina and Tish's dorm room. Yes, they were still rooming together, third year in. And they still were bickering with each other the whole time.

And as usual, they were both in their room at the same time.

Actually, as was often the case, despite my body's main agenda being discussing a hookup at a time to be named with Gina, I had actually been counting on Tish being there too. After five full semesters at USC, we had been through six classes together. We had never intended any of them, I can most heartily assure you.

I was Finance, she was Business Administration. Sue me. Preferably, sue her. Maybe I'll be your lawyer some day.

We were in our seventh class in common this time 'round. I had done some work for an assignment in said class that Tish could legally and ethically use, and I knew that she had some of the same to share with me.

Tish and I had fallen into the odd capacity of being quite useful to each other with class while simultaneously fighting every time we encountered each other. Honestly, I enjoyed fighting with Tish a little. But not a lot. Her attitude was largely dismissive rather than hateful, which kept things from open war. But I had had a belly full from dismissive girls back before my senior year of high school, even from some of my friends. I hated it, but I could handle it. And I had changed enough to respond now. With Tish, I just openly eyefucked her and threw in a few hate compliments for good measure. It made dismissing me difficult. It also tended to rile Gina up a bit, which failed entirely to suck.

BWAHAHAHA.

But it was occasionally frustrating that Tish had the gumption to handle all but my best responses without freaking out. I guessed that since she was so very eye-fuckable, Tish was somewhat used to that ploy. The hate compliments occasionally got her goat though, so I worked on those. The eye-fucking just came naturally and was too fun to bother tamping down.

Honestly, I seldom took much time to be ashamed of myself about it anymore. I knew it was not the most savory way to fight back with a girl, but sex was still pretty much my sole useful tool for dealing with difficult situations. I did my level best to avoid difficult situations where it should not be employed, but when it came to fighting with Tish... she started it.

When I arrived in their room, I discovered I was going to have to take a number at the fight counter because Tish and Gina were already in the middle of one of their own conflicts. No one I knew had ever seen them get remotely physical with each other, but they were quite creative at questioning each other's life choices about things big and small. And they were loud about it. Back during freshman year, my then-roommate Dave, whose uncle had a farm, said they sounded like squabbling chickens.

By the time I got there, the original subject of the fuss seemed to have been long since been put to rest, and they were just doing the squabbling chicken routine on its own momentum. Both were standing in the middle of the room, gesticulating wildly when I entered. I should have listened before knocking and come back later because now I was catching stare shrapnel from both of them.

I stood there, stock still under their gazes because, well, both girls were, as usual, a very good sight. Tish was still dressed for class, in yoga pants screen-printed to look like form-fitting blue jeans, and a green satin blouse that didn't really hide her breasts, so much as make you look carefully to appreciate them.

Much better, to my thinking, was the fact that Gina obviously either had no classes that day, or had no more of them. Her bang around the dorm clothes were varied but always scenic. This afternoon she wore terrycloth shorts that were loose as hell, but also short as hell, leaving quite the leg show on display. Legs that good and that bare always make me imagine wrapping them around my waist. And since the idea of wrapping them around my waist had been on my mind even before arriving, the marvelous image needed no help in flowering further in my head. Her cardinal-colored teeshirt with a gold Trojan across the front looked like it had once fit nicely but had been shrunk in the wash. I approved of the look.

Alas, Gina did not overly approve of my presence at the moment. "Not the best time, Alistaire," she growled, glaring at me briefly before going back to glaring at Tish.

"Yeah, Taylor," Tish added, agreeing with Gina for what I suspected was the first time in half an hour. "The best time would be never!"

Getting into it with Tish over that was not an option because Gina was already into it and left no room for me and my schtick. They both practically ignored me and went back to their 'discussion'.

"Why," I asked, unable to contain myself after two and a half years, "do you two still room together, given how much you hate each other?"

They both shut up and looked at me. The looks I was getting were utterly bewildered.

"What are you talking about, Alistaire?" Gina asked, for all the world reacting as if I had just commented on how the ocean was pink.

"Yeah," Tish added in genuine surprise. "Gina is the best roommate ever." She was totally matter-of-fact about it.

I stared at them both like they had lost their minds... because, you know, they had lost their minds. I threw up my hands and turned to bail out.

"Yeah, you've had your look for the day, Taylor," Tish snapped at my back.

"I have indeed," I said, spinning back around and giving another thorough and open look up and down Tish's jeans-clad legs. "But I forgot that I also have these for you," I said, remembering to hand over the materials I had brought for her.

"Thanks," Tish said blandly but genuinely, as if we were not having a side fight to her main fight. "And these aren't complete yet," she went on, grabbing some stuff from her desk, "but you can have what I've done so far. Next time for the rest."

I nodded my appreciation and turned again to storm out.

"Alistaire?" Gina called. I turned around again, realizing I had not said goodbye to the one of them I liked. She was sitting back in her chair, tits thrusting out against the cotton of her overly tight teeshirt. "Free this evening?"

I grinned. "I am, early though. I have to catch up on some sleep after this paper I just finished."

"Earlier the better," Gina grinned.

"You two," Tish said, throwing up her hands.

*

Yeah. Squabbling with Tish, whether it was Gina or me doing the squabbling, never failed to get Gina horny...

*

Three days later, Britney and I lay in her bed companionably, watching game shows on the television until at least one of us was ready to go again. Reflecting on how much hotter the naked woman under my arm was than the semi-famous co-host in the sequined dress made me happy. That was nice because I had arrived at her place a little shaken after giving a dollar to a homeless guy on the street, and then getting yelled at by him for not ponying up a bill "with a crooked number".

The show went to commercial and I nearly jumped out of the bed. "That's you!" I almost shrieked to Britney, pointing at the ad on the screen.

She smiled, semi-happily. "Yeah. It's a nice paycheck, but..."

"But what? It is running in the LA market. You'll be seen. That's what you've been wanting," I said, my eyes still on the screen.

"I have two words in the thing. I'm Girl #3," Britney said, insecurity writ on her face. "I might as well be a model for all the acting I get to do."

"You look great," I insisted.

"Thanks, but that is the problem. I think they hired me only because they just needed another girl with a bright smile and decent tits."

"Well, they failed at that," I snorted.

"What?!?"

"You have fantastic tits," I corrected her.

Then, because I realized that I was feeling pretty recovered, I buried my face between them.

*

My phone dinged once as I waited for my next class. It was Bridget's ringtone. I smiled and looked at the notification. I smiled even more broadly when it revealed, 'Bridget has sent you a photograph'.

I wanted to pause and fantasize that she had finally broken down and decided to add a topless photo of herself for my secret vault. But I did not let myself get too excited. Bridget and Charlotte had been the unrivaled champs of Team Dream On.

Still, any photo of Bridget would be a sight for sore eyes. I prayed it was not just a meme.

I opened the text and beheld a photo of Bridget and Charlotte together!

Look, even though I had already looking at the fucking photograph, my brain still found a way to hope it was a topless shot of them together. I do get fixated at times...

But the photo was just a selfie of the two of them, fully clothed, of course, mugging for the camera with a Starbucks menu board in the background. The message was in a new thread with just Bridget and Charlotte, and the accompanying text read merely,

BRIDGET: Alumni meetup

ME: {Question mark on 'Alumni meetup'}

CHARLOTTE: What? You alerted the media the second you met up with Poppy, and then again recently with Heather.

ME: I sent a notice to the quarterly alumni bulletin. It's hardly The Media.

ME: And Charlotte is not an alumnus!

BRIDGET: We are in the alumni branch of the Sisterhood

I instantly thumbs-downed that text.

ME: I am in physical pain. I categorically reject that label for you two

ME: Unless either of you have news for me, I will reluctantly stipulate that you are On Sabattical

There was a long pause before Charlotte replied.

CHARLOTTE: He's so adorable.

CHARLOTTE: Alistaire, I admit to liking that term better.

BRIDGET: Me too

Why were the two of them...?

Oh yeah, Princeton was less than an hour from Penn. One of them must have stopped in to say hello.

That said, I thought that this was the first time Bridget had met anyone in the Sisterhood from outside of school in person. It was why she kept threatening to put together a ski weekend for them all.

*

Two weeks after interrupting their fight, I was back in Tish and Gina's room with only Gina present, an unusual set of circumstances. We were enjoying a little spontaneous grab-ass (grab-tit, whatever) when Tish returned. Gina and I slid easily apart at the sound of her key in the lock and stood there, looking innocent.

Tish glared at us suspiciously. Of course, she knew there was only one reason for the door to have been locked with us inside.

"I got you the notes from my meeting with Professor Montoya," I said, my teeth a little on edge at Tish's return, even though she was actually the one I had stopped in to see. She just could have taken a little longer to arrive, dammit.

"Thank you," she snapped. "It fills me with joy to discover you were not just hanging around to stare at our asses."

I was affronted. I had not been staring at Gina's ass. I had been fondling it, but that was a whole different thing. And I was not staring at Tish's excellent ass either, as she was resolutely facing me. I was staring at her tits.

Yep. Just as awesome as ever after three years. Shame they were attached to...

This kind of interaction was just how the two of us were.

See? I am capable of platonic relationships with hot girls I know. Weird and mostly unpleasant relationships, but still...

But this afternoon, even though I actually came there to talk to Tish about class, I was also annoyed at her presence. With Tish right there, it was always hard to find a way to get around to asking Gina essentially, 'Yo, I'm thinking we need to set a time to exchange bodily fluids. Are you available tomorrow night?'

So, Tish and I somehow managed to aggressively trade the work we had for each other. Then we immediately got into it again.

"So now that you've gotten what you need, Taylor, are you pissing off, or are you going to hang around and stare at my ass some more?" she growled.

"I have not been staring at your ass," I denied hotly. "I have been staring at your tits, because you have been sitting down and thus hiding your ass since you got here!" I paused, waiting for her mouth to start to open. When it did, I forstalled her reply. "But if you think you are going to stand up, maybe I'll stick around if it would annoy you."

"Oh, you'd like that wouldn't you," Tish snapped, hopping to her feet, but quite pointedly not turning away from me. "You are such a..."

"That is enough!" shouted Gina suddenly. She tended to ignore it when Tish was being bitchy to others, so her outburst came as a shock to both me and Tish. "That is absolutely fucking enough. Will you two just fuck and get it over with?" she almost snarled.

"What?" Tish and I said in unison.

"Just fuck already!" Gina said through gritted teeth. "This routine got old a year ago. You both want to fuck each other desperately. Will you finally just get that shit rolling so the three of us can get on with our lives!"

We stared at her.

"Look, you're both free. Do it now," Gina said angrily, stabbing her finger at both of us and grabbing her tablet from her desk. "Here, I'm leaving," she said, brandishing the tablet theatrically. "I'll lock the door on my way out," she added, doing so performatively.

The door slammed shut.

"What the fuck?" I mused.

"I have no idea," Tish answered, as bemused as me.

Then we both laughed.

Tish shook her head. "See? This is one of those reasons I said she is the best roommate ever. She is funny as hell."

I nodded agreement, still looking at the door with Tish. "Don't I know it."

We stood there, waiting for Gina to decide her point was made and come back.

"We are going to have to apologize when she returns," Tish grumbled.

"Probably," I muttered.

"I do hate doing that," she admitted.

"I noticed," I said drily, cutting my eyes towards her.

She just squinted her eyes at me.

Silence dragged on for a few long seconds.

"So how was the meeting with Dr. Montoya?" Tish asked. "I'd have liked to come, but Professor Antonini takes attendance and I've already ditched a few more times than is good for my grade."

"It was Montoya," I shrugged by way of explanation. "Fifty percent useful and informative, twenty-five percent funny, and twenty-five percent utter, infuriating bullshit."

Tish nodded in agreement. Then we talked about what had been discussed. She asked a few questions that jogged my memory. We both were better off for it.

Suddenly, Tish looked at her watch. "She's a fucking psycho!" she suddenly exclaimed.

"What? Who?"

"Gina," Tish said, sounding shocked and unamused.

"How? Why?"

"Because she was fucking serious," Tish fumed. "She expects us to fuck each other in here."

"Piss off," I laughed.

"It has been fifteen minutes," Tish said baldly. "She's been gone fifteen minutes. She ain't coming back any time soon. She. Is. Giving. Us. The. Room."

"Bullshit," I said. But I was starting to feel aghast. "She's down in the common area by the elevator, waiting to laugh her ass off at me when I slink out of here."

"Not her style," Tish said. "She stormed out of here. She does that a lot. I do too. It's often how we punctuate our point. But we both always come back in less than a minute. She is not out there. She left."

I stared at her.

She stared at me.

"What makes her think we want to have sex?" I wondered.

"Oh, I don't know," Tish snapped. "In your case, I'd say it is the way you always stare at my tits and ass so hard."

"I was not staring at your ass!"

"Today you weren't."

"That is because you weren't showing it to me today!"

"Pissed you off, didn't it?"

"As a matter of fact, it did," I snapped. "Checking out your ass is one of the few things that make arguing with you worthwhile."

She glared at me.

"But I think Gina believes you want to fuck me because of the way you, today excepted, almost always find an excuse to turn away from me and bend over," I accused.

"Oh you like that, do you?" Tish said acidly, turning away and twitching her ass slightly. But she didn't bend over and she turned back around again quickly.

"Thank you," I said plainly. She deserved a thank you, even if she had just meant to piss me off. "It is nice to have the regular order of the universe restored."

She looked at me. "Oh my God. Gina is right. You really do want to fuck me!"

I managed not to say, 'Of course I do. You are hot as the sun.' That would not have been strictly accurate. I also managed not to say, 'The hell I do. You are a giant bitch.' That would have been rude. It also would not have been accurate at all, come to think of it.

Unfortunately, that meant I did not say anything at all.

She glared at my silence, but after a few seconds of it, she outright blushed. And flinched.

I laughed and pointed at her, ready to score the point. "Ha! Look at you blush! You want to fuck me too!" I taunted.

Oops.

"'Too'?" Tish pounced, unable to resist scoring a point herself.

Then we both sort of trailed off, looking at each other. 'Too' kind of hung in the air between us.

"Well, I mean..." I said.

"Yeah," said Tish, looking around at anything but me. Then she shot her glance right at me uncomfortably. "And she did sort of, you know... leave."

More uncomfortable silence.

"Tish," I said heaving a big sigh. "I know I say all sorts of outrageous shit about how you look, but the reality is, you are a beautiful girl. And you are a pretty cool, smart person who works well with me on things." I let my voice harden just a trace. "If you weren't so mean and dismissive of me all the time, I likely would want to have sex with you. Frequently."

She looked at me, nostrils flaring for battle like always. Then she sighed. "Thank you, Alistaire. That was a nice thing for you to say. I enjoy working with you too," she said as sweetly and politely as she could manage. It sounded both warm and genuine. "And your final point was well taken," in a manner that was in no way mean or dismissive. Quite suddenly enticingly so.

You know how sometimes you are having a discussion with someone and you suddenly realize you've been moving toward each other? This was one of those times, as we both started at the realization that we had moved well within each other's personal space.

The tension was suddenly thick. But then I laughed and smiled. Tish cocked an eyebrow. "I just realized, you are my frenemy, Tish. I didn't realize it because I've never had one before."

That brought her up short. Then she smiled along with me. "You know, I've always thought that was a bullshit term, but yeah. You are a pretty good frenemy. Reliable, safe, but fun to spar with."

I bowed slightly in courtly fashion. Only slightly, because we were so close that had I bent any more, we'd have conked foreheads.

"Um, whatever we, um, do, I'm still going to give you hell, I think," she said tentatively.

"That will piss Gina off, after her grand gesture," I mused.

"I know," Tish laughed evilly. "That is a big part of the appeal!"

I chuckled along with her.

Then I leaned in and kissed her, lightly and briefly, but right on the lips. "In that case, maybe we need to do what it takes to make her think she's a mastermind," I suggested carefully.

"Oh yeah. We definitely need to give her what she wants first," Tish replied, and kissed me back, neither lightly nor briefly, but very definitely on the lips. And between the lips. And around the lips.

Well.

We apparently had our marching orders from Gina, and we were going to follow them. I keep telling you, I do what pretty girls tell me to.

My hands were full of Tish's ass, and hers were both ruffling through the hair on the back of my head. She tugged her face from mine. "So given that we are apparently frenemies, are you telling me that you fuck all your friends?"

I shrugged a little sheepishly. But only a little. "Only the ones that are interested," I said. "And are hot," I added. "And female," I clarified.

"Hot and female?" Tish questioned playfully, her lips now devouring my throat. My hands were sliding up under the back of her blouse, reveling in the smooth skin of her back. "I'd have thought the only way you would consider someone to be hot in the first place would be if they were a she."

My hand found the back of her bra and fumbled expertly at the clasp to determine its exact type of mechanism. "I'm very much only interested in female hot. But I have bros who I admit are hot too," I said.

The bra's clasp came loose swiftly, and I made myself resist the urge to instantly slide around to grab her breasts. Instead, I just trailed my fingertips up and down her spine. "Oh? Who?" she asked.

"Like, Taylor Verell is a good buddy of mine. He's objectively hot, even though he interests me that way not at all."

"You know Taylor?" she exclaimed. "Yeah, he really is hot," she added to herself. One of her hands slid down to grasp my ass. "He's got a nice cock, too," she added slyly. "I haven't seen it since May, though," she added almost under her breath, like she was pondering how to end that hiatus.

I was not jealous of Taylor, but I do like to ensure I'm doing a good enough job in the middle of things to keep a girl's focus on me... I slid one hand around under her loosened bra strap and filled my hand with a really unreasonably nice tit.

"Okay, we are going to stop talking about Taylor, or Gina, or anybody else except this chick I've been overtly ogling for the last several years but never got the slightest interest from until extremely recently," I said firmly.

"Drop your pants and I'll show you some interest," Tish said around sucking on my lower lip.

I was betting she would...

I tugged at my belt and then, in a few swift moves, I let my jeans and underwear slip down my legs. I had never worn tight pants, for obvious reasons, but I had adjusted my wardrobe further over the years to ensure that whatever I wore would slide down my legs with at least relative ease.

Tish heard the tinkle of my belt buckle on the floor, and hummed approvingly. Then she sank down to her knees, her eyes still locked on mine with the expression of someone who was about to show off.

I liked showoffs. A lot.

She tilted her head down and looked at my cock. Then she burst out laughing.

Laughter was new...

Her hand rose slowly and delicately touched my cock, which jumped eagerly at her merest touch. That sent her laughing again. She looked up at my face again. "This is an absolutely unreasonably large cock," she kept laughing.

"Laughter is not the usual reaction," I admitted.

"I imagine most girls run away screaming," she chortled. "And," she added, gulping for a second, "that course of action did occur to me for a moment." Impulsively, as if afraid to chicken out, she swiftly leaned forward and licked me under the tip. "But this so perfectly explains so many things that I have to laugh."

"Also," she went on, pausing only to suck an inch or so of me in between her lips for a few glorious seconds, "I am still laughing because it has been a while since I absolutely did not know what to do with a cock."

"You, enh, are doing great in my book, ohhhh, so far," I gasped, as she sucked a bit more of me between her lips.

Her hand started gently jacking the base of my cock as she broke her mouth free again. "This looks like twice as much cock as any other I've seen," she said, staring intently at my happily purple knob. "It's not literally, but it sure fucking looks like it."

As for what it tasted like, she did not say, but she was suddenly doing a lot of tasting. Her tongue explored my shaft, my head, and my balls, with a gentle but slightly boggled curiosity.

"Oh, fuck that's nice," I groaned involuntarily.

Her head snapped up and I saw an idea blossom in her mind. "You just want me to suck this thing don't you?" she accused, the harsh sarcastic tone she had always used with me back in her voice.

I was taken aback... for about two seconds.

Oh, so this was how we were going to play, was it?

I sighed in a long-suffering fashion. "Well, hell, Tish. You have such lovely, supple lips... when you aren't being a pain with them," I growled.

"Completely predictable that you, of all guys, would want me to put this utterly ridiculous thing in my mouth," she went on annoyingly while still gently stroking the base of my shaft. It felt the farthest thing from annoying, honestly.

I just threw up my hands in the air.

"I'll bet you are going to get off on hearing me gag on this python," she grumbled, then cut herself off by taking a couple of inches of my cock between her lips, her tongue caressing it in greeting.

I swiftly put my hand aside her face, and spoke in a soft, sincere tone. "Tish, don't do that for me. Yes, I can get turned on by those noises, that sensation, but only if I know for sure that the girl wants to for herself, not just for me." I held her eyes as I stepped out of character for the moment. It wasn't hard, she was looking up at me, slowly taking my cock in and out of her mouth an inch or so as I made sure she understood me. Her eyes were gorgeous, but they narrowed at me.

"Seriously. Some of the best blowjobs I've ever gotten never had more than an inch or so inside," I said. Memories of one of Beth's best efforts tangled up in my mind with a couple of Charlotte's.

"Really," Tish asked, popping off my dick again. "I'm going to need your class notes on those efforts later, if you can take your mind off my mouth," she snarked. The game was back on.

"I'll... oh, God... see what I can do," I groaned and my cock slid back between her lips.

In a flash, she went from languid enjoyment to a swift bobbing motion that sent inches of me in and out of her mouth and along her tongue rapidly. Her hand gripped the base of my shaft in a firm embrace. Up and down she went, a delicate sucking sensation appearing and disappearing as she worked me.

And yes, she choked herself on my dick repeatedly. Not constantly, but obviously deliberately. I groaned as I reveled in the sounds of a girl craving more than she could take.

"Shit, Tish," I gasped. "For a bitchy effort, this is fucking amazing," I said, that last phrase loaded with sincerity for her to hear. "Fair warning," I grunted. "I never last long the first round. It's going to happen soon."

"Typical," she sneered, releasing my cock from her lips and jacking me furiously. "I wonder what is in your diseased mind, Taylor. Do you want me to drink your fucking jizz, or do you want to spray it all over my face?"

"Dealer's... choice," I moaned. "I'd hate to inconvenience you either way," I added. It is incredibly hard to sound sarcastic when a girl has just resumed sucking on you, and furiously so. She still choked on me some as she resumed--less frequently, but louder and longer when she did.

"Honestly," I moaned happily. "I'm impatient for this to finish."

How she successfully snorted with as much of me in her mouth as she did, I did not know. But I was impressed.

"I mean, I'm impatient to get down between those hot thighs of yours and find out how delicious the flavor of bitch is," I growled. The effect of the growl was tempered by the hapless, kittenish, mewling that it wanted to sound like.

She was now both bobbing swiftly and furiously jacking my shaft with her hand at the same time. "Now," I moaned, desperately holding back to let her be ready.

I felt my cock slip from her mouth and she looked up at me with a sneer, her hand stroking me in a grip so firm it only worked because of all the saliva drenching my dick, lubricating its movement. She pointed my dick but an inch from her face.

And she made me come.

It was rather more than she had seemed to expect. She jerked back and slammed her eyes shut as the first impact slapped her face, splattering all over her high, delicate cheekbones. Gamely, she kept jacking me, and I responded with a second shot. It was much smaller, but it happened to rope itself over her fortunately closed right eye.

Almost in self-defense, Tish clamped her lips around my tip once more and I rewarded that sensation with a final, once more considerable jet to coat her tongue.

She felt me sag and relented with her pumping of my shaft. But she didn't release my dick, merely holding on to it while she tongue-bathed my tip inside her mouth. I felt her swallow.

Finally, she let me slip free. Her eyes still clenched shut, she snapped her fingers and pointed toward her desk. "Tissues," she said, before licking what she could reach with her tongue from her face. She moved backward until she hit her bed and pushed herself up to sit on its edge.

I grabbed the box and placed it in her wavering hand.

"This is... a lot," Tish said, wiping her face delicately. "You did say, 'first', right? I am still going to get what Gina told you to give me, right?"

"Yeah, yeah," I bantered back. "Keep your panties on, I'll be ready sooner than you think."

I looked down at her. She had one eye open and was 'glaring' at me with it.

"Actually," I said, kneeling, "forget that request. Lift your nice ass and I'll take off your panties and pants, too. I've got to taste some bitch, missy!"

"Typical male," she grunted, but dropped her hands from her face to brace on her bed, and lifted her hips compliantly.

I grabbed the elastic waist of her yoga pants, and whatever irrelevant underwear she had underneath, and pulled downward. By the time I got them down to her knees, I had to pause. "This is not a typical grooming job," I breathed in appreciation.

Tish was kind of an artist with her pubic trimmer. And her razor, I added to myself as I slipped her pants down to her ankles and she spread her legs eagerly. The skin around her entrance was clean-shaven as smooth as a baby's bottom, but starting at the top of her cleft, she had shorn herself into a fairly large triangle with the point directed upwards instead of down. Her jet black pubes were cut quite short, and there were small round spots shaved bare in the triangle. It must have required a shitload of time to maintain.

"Wait," I asked, not letting myself get so distracted by the sight that I did not continue to finish removing her yoga pants. "Is that a Christmas Tree?!?"

Tish laughed. "Yep."

"That is the fucking best," I laughed in amazed enthusiasm. I caught myself and struggled back into character. "Seems pretty high-maintenance. On brand for you."

"I like to decorate for Christmas," she laughed. "Some of us like to get into the spirit of the season, you grinch."

I was laughing hard now, while trying to remain in a pugnacious mode. I was failing, but she was appreciating the effort, so... "Typical. It is not even Thanksgiving, and here you have your decorations up," I tried to snort. "What are you, Macy's?"

"It takes time to grow this in... whoa!" Tish said as I lost patience and dove between her legs. I wanted to tease her for hours before getting to the good stuff, but I also was a guy confronted with the coolest bush in history, and the flesh is weak.

I managed to keep my lips away from her actual parts for at least a little while, instead kissing my way around the perimeter of that work of art above, then around her hips, as well as atop and inside her thighs.

It was enough to torture her though.

"Gnaah!" she gasped. "On top of everything else, you are a dawdler too! I should have known. Get on with it!"

"Get on with what? Licking you? Where?" I laughed. "Here?" I went on, kissing her thigh just above the knee.

She grabbed my head and pulled me back toward her. "You know where, you jerk," she hissed. She was better at this game than I was. That inspired me to play harder.

"So I have to figure it out for myself, huh?" I grumbled. "You mean, here?" I asked, keeping my head up, despite her tugs, and instead caressing her slit with a fingertip from the bottom upward, stopping just before I figured I would reach the clit I had such plans for. I kept my eyes on her already flushing face. The 'bitch' had been thinking about me 'tasting' her since I'd mentioned it... "Or maybe... here?" I asked, sliding my finger inside her. She was hot and very wet, and I probed inward easily. She gasped, writhed, and then writhed harder as I probed for her best spot.

"Fuck!" she yelped, tugging harder on my head.

Found it.

I caressed there for another long moment that I hoped felt like an eternity to Tish, before bending down and finally stroking my tongue up her length. Her clit was indeed where I had expected, and quite prominent. Teasing was done, I lapped at that generous bud eagerly.

"Fucking fuck," Tish grunted, keeping her hands in my hair, lest I get any ideas about leaving the zip code.

I had ideas, but not about leaving. I plunged my tongue down and into her, working it around as deeply as I could manage, and her voice could not even produce profanity anymore, just gargling noises.

I licked back up to her clit, and slid two fingers inside her to take over for my tongue.

She did, in fact, taste great. Still not at Jenn's level. If I ever found another pussy that delicious, I might have a panic attack. But Tish was nevertheless top tier.

I hate making comparisons between girls, about anything, but Jenn is such a standout...

I was not taking my time with this. I was enjoying myself, but I also was feeling that my hard-on was fully back, and eager to get to finally obeying Gina. Also, it was fun sometimes to just overwhelm a girl.

Her gargling suddenly swept upward. The noises didn't become screams, just loud, high-pitched gasps, and her hips pushed against my face, then wildly bucked all over the place. She froze, and flopped back onto her mattress, gasping.

I let my fingers slip free of her slowly, then rose to my feet between her legs. I moved forward, and let my cock drop against the bottom of her abdomen.

Tish's head lifted with effort and she looked down, slightly wild-eyed at my cock, aligned with and on top of her.

"Typical of you," she panted. "So fucking impatient."

"Not my fault," I snapped. "You make me impatient."

"Just give me a sec," Tish said in her best attempt at a normal tone, holding up a finger as she took a few deeper breaths. Her breasts heaved beneath the fabric of her shirt. I reflected that I was going to need to get that off her, but that could wait. My dick was yammering about its turn and was taking up most of my consciousness.

"Alistaire," she said. That was out of character. She always called me 'Taylor'. "I know that thing fits in Gina, and in others. I am going to make the leap of faith that it will fit into me, as ridiculous as that still seems. But I'm going to need you to take it slow, until I tell you otherwise,"

"So demanding," I shook my head irritably. "I knew you'd be fucking demanding..."

"Fuck me, asshole!"

"Yes, ma'am," I rolled my eyes.

Thank God she told me to get going!

I shifted my hips and bent my knees to line myself up with her. My tip nestled easily into her petaled slit and I pushed. Tish hissed, more in anticipation than at my size. I was hardly inside her at all.

When I pressed deeper, then she hissed at my size.

My first bunch of strokes were shallow as I worked my way cautiously in deeper. Tish was not what I would call super tight. It was not an effort to delve deeper. But her inner musculature was... agile? And she was plenty firm in her inner, pulsing grasp on my cock. Mostly, I just made myself go slow because I knew she wanted me to go slow.

When I finally felt myself slap flush with her crotch, we both groaned in unison. I held there and looked back to her torso, still clothed. I slid my hands up under her shirt to shove the bra that I had unhooked so long ago up and free of her tits. I slid my hands back out with only a brief, obligatory grope of those breasts. Then I bent and gently bit at, then sucked on an erect nipple poking through the thin fabric.

She murmured happily for a second before she lifted her head. "Stop that! I don't want your grody spit all over my nice shirt. Let me take it off and you can slobber your spit all over my bare boobs instead. They're easier to disinfect."

She scrabbled at her blouse and worked it off over her head, tossing it away all tangled up with her bra.

Yep, they were every bit as wonderful as I had always expected they were. My hands shot out to take some accurate measurements, and I found that they just barely filled my fairly large grasp. Felt good as they looked, too...

"Spit, not fingers," Tish growled.

"So picky," I complained but happily bent to wetly lick one dusky nipple. Then I expertly bit it, hard enough to seem like punishment, but gently enough not to hurt.

And I pulled back my hips and then thrust back into her in a long stroke.

"Gahhh," she gasped. "Still ridiculous."

I repeated the thrust, and again. I built up a rhythm and began to just enjoy myself as I plowed her depths. I sucked hard on that first nipple some more.

"Taylor," she hissed. "Pay attention to detail, dammit. I have two fucking nipples."

So she did. The second one was awesome too.

"And Alistaire," she said more quietly as I thrust softly into her and sucked on Number Two. I raised my head slightly to look at her, maintaining enough suction to tug her breast up with me. "I think I've got the hang of taking that thing," she said. I let her take it again. "I think it is time that you show me what you can really do with it," Tish said hungrily.

Better words were never heard. In part because I really wanted to fuck her harder, and because my knees were tired of bending slightly to hit her just right, given the height of her bed.

I grinned at her and grabbed a pillow. Tish of course had lots of pillows on her bed. She has two X chromosomes. It is some kind of genetic fucking imperative. Pulling the pillow I had chosen closer, I reached under Tish, grabbed her ass, and lifted her hips. I shoved the pillow under her, doubled it over, let her ass rest on it, elevated from the bed, and pumped into her again. Yeah, this was going to be a good angle.

Then I lifted both her legs, tucked my elbows under her knees... and fucked her for real.

Her shins flopped out to my sides, and I slammed into her swiftly, my belly making slapping sounds as I impacted her at the depth of my thrusts. With her ass tilted up like this, and my cock bending down as much as it comfortably could, I knew how and where I was stroking her insides.

"Holeee fuck!" gasped Tish. Her legs clamped around me, pinning my arms to my sides and she thrust her hips back against me.

It was on.

We were now almost shouting at each other, complimenting each other with a bunch of insults.

"God damn you, Taylor," Tish said at last, in almost a whimper. Her breasts were flopping around mesmerizingly now. "If you weren't such an arrogant prick, I could have been enjoying this cock for two years now!"

"Well, you will just have to enjoy it often now," I growled back.

"I better," she gasped.

Oxygen started getting to be a concern with how the two of us were driving against each other with maximum effort, but I was not going to slow down, and she didn't want me to. Fortunately for both of our lungs, our nethers were on board with finishing the first time with dispatch.

Neither of us even had the breath to yell at each other about how great it was. I just gritted my teeth or gasped for air as I drove into her, my cock did all the screaming... with pleasure. Tish just panted loudly as her hips rocked back and forth against my efforts.

We were having one last fight, to see who could keep from coming longer.

My lungs burned and the lack of oxygen lost me the battle. I groaned and felt the incredible sensation of unloading into 'hostile' territory. Unbelievably warm, welcoming, hostile territory.

As I jetted into her, Tish yelped once, very loudly. Her back arched enough to lift her hips clean off the pillow as a long, low-pitched moan sprang loudly from her lips. Then her head rolled back, her hips collapsed back down, and her body thrummed against and around me.

I collapsed atop her as my last calorie of energy was spent. Okay, I had enough to kiss her. Thoroughly.

"Alistaire," Tish said after an eternity. "You are still half hard. I'd have expected your cock to deflate like a popped balloon after what I felt you shoot into me. Am I right that you might still have more in you?"

I nuzzled her neck. "I imagine so, but not for a hot minute," I chuckled.

"Good," she purred. "Because I need a hard cider and some snacks. Then, assuming you are right, and assuming my vagina doesn't just fall out of my body when I stand up, I'd like to go again."

It took me a moment, but I finally rolled off Tish and we both sat up.

She grabbed two ciders from her dorm fridge. I'm not much for booze, and had never had a hard cider. But I needed hydration so I accepted one. As a kid, I'd always preferred regular apple juice to apple cider, though.

I took a sip.

Who knew? Here was another kind of booze besides my father's prohibitively expensive cocktails that I liked!

I needed to text Becca and tell her about hard cider... This stuff was so much better than the stupid White Claws she loved.

Tish's stash of chips were all stale, so we each blatantly stole a big handful of Skittles from Gina's desk drawer and recharged on those.

When Tish turned away to toss her empty bottle, I stepped behind her and put my arms around her, nuzzling her neck while pressing my now fully resurgent cock against her tight little round ass.

"MmmmMMMm," Tish said.

"I haven't seen your vagina fall out," I mused.

"Who knew," she giggled in reply. "And since I am already going to walk funny tomorrow as it is, we might as well go ahead and wreck me down there some more, hmmm?"

"I like the way you think," I said, nibbling now on her neck.

Tish spun in my arms and wrapped hers around my shoulders. "Alistaire?" she said quietly. "I will always love busting your chops, and that just now was fun as fuck. But this time, I think I'd like to try leisurely and friendlily. Is that okay with you?"

"Like I said, I like the way you think," I said, caressing her gently.

The second time took ages longer than the first. We were both still tired, but mostly we just took our time to explore each other and discover the likes we had in common. It was a marvelous, multi-position, immensely friendly fuck.

When we finished, Tish rolled off to lie beside me on her narrow bed. She looked boneless, and I struggled to stand to give her room to rest.

"You should go," she said languidly. "Hurry back and all, but you should go. Gina will be back eventually, and she will have questions. I'll answer them better without you here."

"Plus, you want to screw on your head and get dressed," I suggested, pulling on my pants.

"No, I don't think so," Tish said airily. "I think I'll wait here for her just like this: sprawled out, naked and dripping everywhere, barely half under the sheet, and just generally well-fucked. It'll blow her bossy mind..." she trailed off dreamily.

*

The next time I could make it by Tish and Gina's dorm was not until four days later, a fact I was both sheepish and extremely regretful about. Sure enough, they were both there, and fortunately, they were not 'working things out' at the top of their lungs.

"Well, look what the cat dragged in," Gina drawled. She twisted scenically in her chair, stretching her torso in various unnecessary but interesting ways. I deeply appreciated the extra effort. She could have merely swiveled the chair.

"Yes," added Tish in a friendly manner that momentarily left me off-balance. She leaned forward and pressed her arms together, framing her squished-against-one-another tits admirably. "Who did you drop by to see, Taylor?" she inquired.

I had not actually thought that through. Um...

"Don't ask him that question," Gina yelped.

"Huh?" Tish asked.

"I've been told that if he's ever in a room with two girls and the subject of getting squelchy comes up, this one's brain is hardwired to think about doing both of them together. And to never stop thinking that ever again. Just... don't say anything."

Too late, Gina.

"You've been told? By who?" Tish asked curiously.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot to add you to the group," Gina said. Tish looked at her. "The Sisterhood of Alistaire's Travelling Penis." Gina went on, over Tish's guffaw, "We have a text chain that we all use regularly. I thought about adding you when I stormed out of here four days ago, but thought that would be presumptuous. Then I forgot. Here, I'll do it now," she added, grabbing up her phone.

"You are texting strangers about me?" Tish yelped.

"And girls you know, too."

"What are you saying?" Tish was suspicious.

Gina just raised her phone and read off the text. "Hey, girls! I'm adding my roommate Tish to the group. She and Alistaire are about to fuck for the second time. Say hi!"

Both Tish and I stared at Gina.

"That's the way introductions usually work?" I gulped.

"You knew about this group?" Tish asked me, incredulous. "You aren't actually going to send that!" she added to Gina.

Tish's phone dinged.

"I just did."

Tish stared at her roommate and I was afraid they were about to get into one of their rows. But then she blushed. "I'll read it later. Right now, I guess Alistaire is here for me, not you," she said, sticking out her tongue at Gina. "So beat it, stoolpigeon!"

Gina just laughed. "Fuck that noise! I'm staying right here and guarding the rest of my Skittles." She leaned back in her chair. "On advice from certain twin members of The Sisterhood, I'll just hang out and watch," she said. "And wait my turn."

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Having fun yet? I am, though I want more feedback. I think I'm nailing this right now, but you tell me. If I'm firing your imaginations, then I'll know for sure I'm getting it right!