The Scavenger Hunt Ch. 10

As promised, here is the next installment. The next two should release the next two weekends, pending the return of some edits.. but they are written and will submitted for publication either the next two weeks, or as soon as I get them and have time to make the edits. After that.. you're waiting on me to finish Ch. 13 (and an epilogue).

This time around, drama is still roiling with Travis' frat pledge, but Taylor's trying to help him get it knocked out. There are a couple of scenes with more than two people, but neither are really threesomes -- one involves our beloved trio, but one is only there via phone call. The other is the heart of the chapter and is mainly Travis getting it on with a woman while Taylor watches, but is only minimally involved. Thus, this one's placement in Erotic Couplings.

Thanks to samuraisan and thatsbogus for all their help with editing, beta reading, and motivation. Not only would these chapters not be as good without their help, but these chapters wouldn't be, period.

Enjoy!

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The Scavenger Hunt, Chapter 10

I was trapped on a charter bus somewhere in the God-forsaken wasteland of central North Carolina, and I wanted to scream. Sure, there were some specific people I wanted to let loose on, but none of them were on the bus with me, so any poor random fucker would be just fine.

I had no fucking idea what was going on. The people who were talking to me had even less of an idea, and the ones who could provide answers had gone to complete radio silence. All I knew for sure was that everything was going to hell in a proverbial handbasket. The worst part? I wouldn't get back to campus until Sunday night, so it'd be three more days before I could deal with it -- and three more days for shit to possibly get worse.

It was a far cry from where I was when I boarded the bus a few hours ago. Back then, the memories from one of the most incredible nights of my life were still fresh in my mind.

I'd slept between two of the most beautiful women in the galaxy -- if you can call what we did "sleeping." Sure, all three of us napped here and there, but we were all too excited by the new dynamic of our relationship to rest for long. I woke up the first time with Beth's mouth on my cock, and I pulled her on top of me for a 69 that got both of us off. Later, I woke up to see Taylor and Beth scissoring each other, grinding their pussies together until they both came. As the sun started to break through outside, I woke up to Taylor's teeth on my nipple. A quick glance down showed Beth between her legs, taking her time exploring Taylor's pussy for the millionth time. I grabbed Taylor's breast and kneaded it, squeezing and pinching her nipple as Beth made her cum.

Finally, Taylor and I had to wake up to get ready for our trip to Virginia, but even that included sex -- namely, me fucking Taylor from behind under the shower spray. I came all over her ass, and when we looked up, Beth was standing just outside the shower grinning at us.

Beth walked us to the door of the apartment and gave us both long, deep kisses. We responded by pushing her against the wall and kissing all over her face, neck and shoulders while fingering her to one last orgasm.

I'd hoped that since it was our last regular season road trip of the season, we might be able to swap buses and have some of the softball players ride our bus and vice versa, so Taylor and I could spend some more time together. After all, the softball team was awful, so there was nothing riding on their trip, while the baseball team only needed to take two out of three against one of the weaker teams in the conference to clinch the title.

Alas, Coach Bazewell was his usual self and we rode our own individual buses. Still, that couldn't wipe the smile off my face. Chet still wasn't talking to me, but that was okay, too -- I was floating on air and supremely confident that whatever was going on with Lexi, I could handle it.

Taylor and I texted back and forth for the first half-hour of the trip, mostly about last night but also hoping we'd be able to ride together on the way back. She'd told me she wanted to take a nap and she'd see me when we got to the hotel. That made sense -- she'd gotten as little sleep as I had. So, I put my headphones on and drifted off myself.

While it was a good 2-plus hour nap, when I woke up, the real world reared its ugly head at me. I had a few texts and most of them were good. One was from Sandy, thanking me again for the other night. One was from Beth, gushing about last night. The last was from Laci Daniels, and I figured she probably wanted to hook up again. Knowing Taylor, it wasn't completely out of the realm of possibility.

That wasn't it at all, though.

Laci: Hey, Travis. Has anyone asked you about what we did a couple weeks ago?

I felt my face turn tomato red. She'd only sent the text 20 minutes ago.

Me: No. Why?

This can't be happening again.

Laci: You know J. D. King, the building manager for the gym? He pulled me aside this morning and told me he heard a rumor.

Me: Yeah, I know J. D. What kind of rumor?

Laci: Something about a video of me in the gym. I told him of course there's video of me at the gym, since the dance squad performs at every basketball game. He said, "Yeah, but you guys don't perform in the upper deck."

Yes, it fucking can.

Me: Holy shit, Laci. Is that all he said?

Laci: Basically. Fuck, Travis. The dance team is subject to the same Code of Conduct rules the other athletes are. If that video gets back to anyone, I could get kicked off the team, or even expelled.

Me: I won't let that happen, Laci. I'm out of town with the team, but I'll be back Monday and I'll get to the bottom of it.

Laci: How? Do you think maybe your friend had something to do with it? The one you told me about in the bathroom, that saw us from across the gym?

Of course, I hadn't forgotten that Jamie had seen us, but I had completely forgotten I told Laci about it. If it was Jamie, it wouldn't be the only time she'd attempted to take a video of me in a compromising position.

Me: No idea, but she's where I'm starting. I know it sounds stupid, but please, try to have a good weekend and don't worry about this.

Laci: You're right. That's completely stupid. But I have no choice.

Me: I'm sorry this is happening. Like I said, I'll take care of it.

She didn't reply. I thought about yesterday's conversation with Chet, and something else popped into my brain.

Me: This doesn't matter, but I'm curious. J. D. didn't say anything about me being with you in the video, did he?

Laci: No, actually. But how many guys do you think I've fucked in there, Travis?? Of course it's you.

Of course it is. So why are you the only one who got warned?

Me: No others, Laci. Like I said, I was just curious. I'll get back to you on Monday.

Laci: You better.

So now, I wanted to kill everyone who'd ever been associated with Alpha Kappa Pi, with the possible exception of anyone related to me. I fired off another text to Jamie, knowing it would be a useless effort -- she'd never responded to any of the others I sent. I tried a different tactic instead.

Me: Hey Shawn. What the fuck kind of games are you guys playing, man? Tyson's fucking girlfriend keeps showing up at the worst times, and she's sending me cryptic text messages. What the hell is going on?

I had no earthly idea if he'd respond, but about five minutes later, he did.

Shawn: Relax, Travis. You know I can't answer any of that right now. Just keep working toward your goals. I promise, everything will be explained later.

My head basically exploded. Now I had an audience with one of the people I did want to scream at, so here went.

Me: RELAX??? ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME??? RELAX???!!! That's all you have for me? I know you motherfuckers think your little fraternity is the only fucking thing that matters, but you're taking this shit way too far now. You're fucking with people's scholarships, with their careers, and with their lives. But you know what pisses me off most of all? You're fucking with MY FRIENDS. You guys wanted me in this God-damned fraternity, so you should have known that's something you just DON'T fucking do. If you don't make this shit right, and I mean right fucking now, you can take your damned frat pledge and shove it straight up your ass.

It didn't make me feel any better, and when the next half-hour passed without a reply, I started feeling worse. My head was spinning, and for the first time in a long time, I really didn't know what to do.

There was only one thing in the world that made any sense to me right now. Even though it still confused the shit out of me, my connection with Beth and Taylor was the only ray of light in the sudden shitstorm brewing in my brain.

I opened up my text with Taylor.

Me: We need to talk.

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Never mind talk, I didn't even get to see Taylor until later that night.

She hadn't texted me back by the time we reached the hotel, and Bazewell herded us right back on the bus 10 minutes after we got there. I checked my phone once on the bus ride to Radford's stadium.

Taylor: That sounds ominous.

Me: Feels that way, too. Not about you or Beth, though.

Taylor: I should hope not. The frat?

Me: Yeah. We're already on the way to the stadium. We'll talk tonight, though?

Taylor: As long as you promise to talk quickly.

Her emoji batted its eyes at me and even with everything going on, I couldn't help but laugh. Taylor had roomed with Jaleesa, Jamar's "friend", on this trip, the idea being that we could swap roommates for the night. I certainly hoped so, but that train of thought was best left for later. I dropped my phone into my bag as the stadium came into view -- it was baseball time.

Our coach wasn't big on the normal clichés, but this was a big series, and he made sure we knew what was at stake. Winning the conference meant we'd host the conference tournament, giving us the best shot to make the NCAA tournament. I didn't pay super close attention to everything he said in the pre-game meeting, but we all got the message.

I'd be lying if I said I completely buried everything going on once the game started. But unlike the day after Trina, when I was distracted and played poorly, this time being pissed off made me lock in even tighter. We hit first and Jamar legged out an infield single on the first pitch. I don't know if that pissed off the pitcher and he wanted to send a message, or the ball just slipped out of his hand, but he damn near broke my jaw with his second pitch.

I hit the third pitch so hard it still hasn't landed.

Those were the only two RBIs I stole from Chet that game -- he wasn't talking to me, but he had no problem driving me in with three separate homers. I got a hit in every at-bat, stole one base, and made a few solid defensive plays at short. Lex was at his best that game, too, giving up a single hit and striking out 13. So, we ended up killing a field mouse with a tank in a 14-0 shutout.

Once baseball was over, though, the outside world came rushing back in and my brain was a mess. Whoever chose the restaurant for our post-game meal needed to be fired, because living in the Carolinas, I could walk home drunk from a bar and stumble into three places with better barbecue than the stuff I was eating now. Really though, Bobby Flay himself could have prepared the meal and it wouldn't have mattered. I mostly picked at the too-dry pulled pork and over-vinegary cole slaw as the rest of the team celebrated.

I kept up appearances and pitched into the conversation when it came around to me, but my mind was elsewhere -- namely Lexi, Laci, and what I'd started thinking of as This Stupid Fucking Fraternity. No one had returned my texts or calls during the game, so I was left on my own to worry and wonder just what the fuck was going on. It didn't help that Chet was sitting across the table from me. He wasn't a big talker anyway, but every time our eyes met, he could barely hold it before looking down or away. It was like he'd gotten over being angry, and was now just disappointed with me.

And honestly, that hurt much worse.

It didn't get any better once we got to the hotel. Our game had ended due to the mercy rule after 7 innings, but the softball game had gone to extra innings, so that meant the team -- Taylor, really, because I didn't give a damn about the others -- was about an hour and a half behind us.

Jamar had gone to Lex's room to play Xbox while he waited for Jaleesa to come back, but Chet was Lex's roommate. Even if he wasn't going to be there, I wasn't in much of a gaming mood. Without Taylor there to bounce things off of, I let my mind -- and my fingers -- run wild.

I texted both Jamie and Shawn again, knowing I'd get no response. I toyed with calling Tyson and just blowing everything up right then and there, but I didn't. Not because of the frat pledge -- at this point, I honestly didn't give a shit whether I passed the test and they let me in or not. There was just something about Tyson that I couldn't put my finger on -- part of it was the way he acted in front of my dad at the party, but most of it was an unformed thought lurking around the edges of my subconscious. Either way, I saw no way contacting him would make things better, but many ways it could make it worse.

I typed out a text to Laci asking how she was holding up, but realizing that was the dumbest possible question I could ask her, I deleted it. I considered texting Lexi, but I didn't know how appropriate that was. It was already gonna take a miracle to get Chet to be friendly toward me again, and I didn't want to do anything that might make it worse. I might need to talk to her once we got home to get more information, once I started poking the bears and hearing how they roared, but I'd definitely talk to Chet before I did that. Hell, maybe I should just bring Chet in here right now and tell him everything. He's a smart guy, right? Fuck it, I don't even --

"Knock, knock," came a sweet, sultry voice from the hallway, accompanied by the sound of her hand doing just that. I just about broke my ankles scrambling off the bed and to the door.

"Jamar didn't give you his key?" I asked when I opened it. Taylor stood there wearing as little as possible for being in a public space -- a black crop top, teal workout shorts, and flip-flops. The shirt barely covered the bottoms of her ample breasts, the shorts left all but a few inches of her legs on display, and the shoes showed off her toes, still painted turquoise from yesterday. In short: she needed to get the fuck in the room before one of my teammates spotted her and embarrassed themselves.

"No, he did," she replied, flashing the card at me. "But if I let myself in, I couldn't do this."

She enveloped me in a tight, full-body embrace, right there in the doorway where anyone passing by could see. Her hand snaked behind my head and held it in place while she forced her tongue into my mouth and halfway down my throat. I wasn't really in the mood for physical stuff at the moment, but I couldn't help but hug her back just as tight and answer her tongue with my own.

I tried to pull away after a second to bring her inside, but she wasn't willing to let me go, so I pulled her far enough inside that she had to let go of the door and let it close. We made out for a few more seconds before I broke free.

"That was... fucking amazing, Taylor," I said.

"Yeah," she said, a half dreamy look on her face. "But you stopped it."

"I did," I said. "I want to talk to you first. I'm fucked up in the head right now."

"Oh?" she asked, her eyebrows raising a little.

"I'm confused, Taylor," I admitted. "And I don't know what to do."

"Well, lucky for you," she said, gently shoving me backward until I was standing next to a bed, "I know just what to do."

I grinned a little. "Look, I wanna do that, too, but right now, we need--"

"Shhh," she whispered, placing two fingers on my lips and looking deep into my eyes. "Sexy times first. Talk later."

Now, I was starting to get just the slightest bit aggravated. I quickly spun us around and gave her a gentle shove onto the bed, then backed away and sat on the other one.

"No, Taylor," I said, and I didn't miss the brief look of hurt that passed over her features before the more playful pouty face took over. "Look, you know I want to fuck you until you can't walk straight. And I will. But this is serious. It might end up affecting you and Beth, and I don't want to wait."

"OK, OK," she said, the look on her face hardening just a little. "Tell me what happened."

I did. I told her about Chet trying to take my head off at practice, and about Laci's frantic texts from this morning. She already knew about Jamie's presence at the frat party, when I'd slept with Trina, and about her being in the gym when I fucked Laci, but I told her about the cryptic text I'd received while driving Sandy to what turned out to be a hotel room. I hadn't thought to mention T. J. confronting me about sleeping with Brianne before, but it was another instance where someone found out what I'd done, so I told her about that, too.

"Wow," she said. "This is turning into way more than a simple scavenger hunt."

"It really is," I said. "Don't get me wrong; I expected there would be some problems with it. Most of my classes are connected, so I figured there would be some rumors and I might get confronted by one woman about something I did with another. I thought maybe someone might get clingy and jealous, too. But none of that has happened. Instead, the fraternity is trying to undercut everything."

"Yeah," she agreed. "I mean, it's hard to imagine they'd do that, but it can't be anyone else."

"Agreed," I said. "You and I are the only other ones who know about everything, and I trust you implicitly."

"I'm glad," she replied.

"So, I can't help but sit here and wonder... who are they going to come after next?"

The playful smirk returned, and she slid off the bed and crawled the short distance over to mine. She knelt in front of my feet and put her hands on my knees.

"I don't know," she said. "Neither do you. And you know what we can do about it right now, on a Friday night in Bumfuck, Virginia? Absolutely nothing."

"I mean, I know that, but --"

"Travis," she started, but made a point of rubbing her cheeks over my knees before re-establishing eye contact. "You've dropped into problem-solving mode. When we get back to campus and you can do something about it, that won't be a bad thing. Right now, all it's doing is freaking you out. A blind man could see how much stress you're feeling right now."

I chuckled. She gently spread my knees maybe three inches apart.

"Lucky for you, I know exactly where your stress-relief valve is," she said, then ran her hand up and down the length of my cock just to demonstrate what she meant.

"Like the venom from a rattlesnake bite, right?"

"Exactly," she smiled, then pulled my sweatpants down. "Let me just suck the poison right out."

She made a good point, even without considering that the distance between her tongue and my cock was rapidly dwindling. Still--

"But listen, Taylor--"

She let out an exaggerated sigh before fishing her phone out from between her tits. She punched a few buttons, then handed me the phone.

"Time to re-focus on the good things in your life for a little while, Travis," she said. "If you insist on talking, talk to her."

I looked down and saw Beth's splash screen staring back at me as the call tried to connect. Beth answered just as Taylor sucked me into her mouth.

"Hey, baby!" Beth's enthusiastic voice rang out.

"Fuck!" I exclaimed, thumbing the speaker button. "Uh, hey, Beth."

"Oooh," she answered. "Not the baby I was expecting you to be."

"No," I agreed. "Her -- oh, fuck, Taylor -- her mouth's a little full right now."

"Mmm, is it now?" she teased. I had no idea what she'd been doing before Taylor called, but if she wasn't already in the mood, she was rapidly getting there. "I'd say it's more than a little full."

"Hmphry, gah, very fucking full," Taylor said, remembering she needed to take my cock out of her mouth before we'd be able to understand her. "I love this fucking cock."

In for a penny, I guessed. I grabbed her ponytail and gently pushed her back down until my cock was safely in her mouth once again.

"She's so... so..." I trailed off. "Fucking good."

"I know," Beth agreed. "She has a magic tongue."

I just grunted in agreement.

"Tell me, Travis," Beth purred into my ear. "What exactly is she doing?"

"Didn't waste time," I stammered back. "Halfway down on the first try. And now... oh, fuck... almost all the way in."

"Mmm," she moaned. "You know, I wouldn't be surprised if she takes the whole thing down her throat. She can take our strap-on all the way down and it's just a teensy bit smaller than you."

The image of Beth and Taylor using a strap-on intensified my rapidly approaching orgasm.

"You can deep throat a strap-on?" I asked, and Taylor paused and looked up at me through lidded eyes.

"I told you," she said. "I didn't want to get out of practice."

"No, I know you're good at this," I replied, and this time, Taylor descended back onto me without encouragement. "I just kinda figured Beth would be the bottom if a strap-on was involved."

"Oh, I usually am," Beth said. "And Travis, she fucks me sooooo good with it. But sometimes... sometimes I just get in a mood."

"Yeah?" I gasped. Taylor just about got my whole length into her mouth.

"Mm hmm," she hummed. "And when I do... I just want to step into that leather harness, attach that big cock to it, and pound the fuck out of her. Ya know... make that giant Amazon bitch take my fucking cock all the way. Kinda like she's doing to you right now."

"Oh, fuck!" I cried out as Beth's words painted pictures in my head that instantly took me from orgasm on the horizon to holy shit. "Cumming!!"

I'd already started shooting off in Taylor's mouth before I got the word out, and Taylor's moaning around my cock told me that she was just as affected by Beth's words as I was. She didn't let a single drop escape her lips, though, and made a big production of showing me her mouth was empty when she was finished.

"Such a good boy," Beth said. "Filling our girlfriend's mouth like that. And good girl, too, making our boyfriend cum like that."

My eyebrows flickered a little at Beth's use of the label and Taylor looked mildly surprised, too. Still, her brown eyes sparkled in challenge as she started to lick my momentarily spent cock.

"Oh, no you fucking don't," I said, kicking the rest of the way out of my pants and standing up. Taylor scrambled to her feet as well, and backed away slightly. "It's your turn now."

"Oooh," Beth said. "What are you going to do to her?"

I didn't answer her. "Take your shorts off, Taylor."

"Make me," she challenged, but her bright eyes and high-beam smile told me she was just teasing.

"I will if I have to," I said, advancing toward her. She backed up again, but it wasn't a big room.

"What if I don't want to?" she asked now, licking her lips as I cornered her near the dresser.

"I swear to God, Taylor," I spat out, my hormones raging now. "Take them off, or I'm gonna rip them off with my bare fucking hands."

Beth gasped in arousal over the phone and Taylor's eyes ignited into a fire that would have engulfed the whole hotel if it could jump off her face.

I would have followed through, too, but by the time I reached her, she'd already pulled them down past her knees. I tossed her phone onto the dresser and dropped to my knees. Once she'd gotten one leg free of the shorts, I gripped her by the hips and spun her around so she was facing away from me.

"Bend over," I growled, pushing on her lower back as I spoke. She complied and I could immediately see just how turned on she really was. It was like the best kind of buffet -- it all looked so good, and I had no idea where to start. Her juices were dripping down her inner thighs, and her thick, meaty lips glistened accordingly. Even from behind, her clit still stood out prominently, and then there was her ass... curvy, pliable, yet so toned and athletic, and just waiting for me to play with it.

She shook her ass slightly side to side, reminding me that I could do much more than just look.

"I bet she's dripping for you, Travis," Beth mewled.

Again, I didn't answer.

"Beth... I'm about to flood the damn hotel, baby," Taylor said. "Pleasing him while you egged him on, I just got so -- FUCK!!"

I'm sure the loud SMACK that resonated throughout the room translated well enough over the phone that Taylor didn't need to tell Beth that I'd just spanked her ass. The second smack, on the other delectable asscheek, wasn't quite as loud, but still elicited a long, drawn-out moan.

I forced her legs apart with my elbows and quickly dove into the gap, forcing my face between her cheeks and my tongue as deep into her snatch as possible.

"Holy fuck! Travis!" she exclaimed.

"What are you doing?" Beth asked, and I laughed into Taylor's pussy. I spewed out a few words, knowing they'd sound like gibberish if she heard anything at all.

"He's attacking my pussy with his mouth," Taylor moaned into the phone. And I was -- suddenly I was parched, and she was the only source of fluid in the world. The more I lapped at her, the wetter she got, and the more she gave me to lick up. I curled my right arm around her thigh and pinched her clit, which nearly caused her legs to buckle.

"Ohmigod," she mumbled. "So fucking intense, so good..."

It wouldn't take her much longer to cum, but I wasn't quite ready yet. I got a supremely naughty idea, and I pulled my hands back and spread her asscheeks open wide.

"OH!" Taylor shouted. "OH, FUCK TRAVIS!"

"Wow," Beth called out in surprise. "What is he doing?"

"Umm... oh my God, that feels so amazing..."

"What?" Beth asked again, more insistent now.

"Tell her," I said. She looked back over her shoulder at me and the look in her eyes... I swear, my heart skipped a beat. I knew Taylor liked it from when she'd roleplayed as Trina, but I didn't know if Beth knew she liked it.

"Tell me what?" Beth piped up. "This is so not fair."

I did it a few more times, but then I stopped. "If you don't tell her, I'm gonna stop."

"No, please," she begged. "He's licking my ass, Beth. His tongue is running all over my asshole, and -- OH! He just stuck it in a little. Fuck!"

"Oh my God!" Beth called out. "You are such a dirty little slut! I want to play with your ass, too! I didn't know you were into that."

"Neither did I," she gasped, "till you left us alone last weekend. He just did it one time, and--"

This time she trailed off into silence, because I'd inserted two fingers into her pussy to go along with the rimming. She was just moaning incoherently now, a series of unintelligible babbles the only noise coming from her.

"You wanna cum for me, Taylor?" I asked, taking a small break before diving back in.

"Uh huh," she stammered.

"What about me?" Beth asked. "You wanna cum for me, while Travis tongue-fucks your dirty little ass?"

"Mm hmm," she said again.

"Not yet," I said, pulling away and standing up. She looked at me like a wounded puppy, like I'd just taken her toy away. I guess in a way, I had.

"Ohh, I hate you," Taylor said.

"You won't in a second," I said. "C'mere." I took her hand and dragged her back to the bed, half-throwing her onto it before retrieving the phone and tossing it to her. I laid on my back with my head near the pillows.

"Talk to me," Beth pleaded. "What's happening now?"

"What's going to happen now," I said, "is Taylor is going to climb up on my face and ride it like a bronco at the rodeo, until she cums all over me, and ruins the sheets on the bed."

I'd never seen someone's expression change so fast. Taylor went from sad to ecstatic in about 0.3 seconds, and it didn't take much longer than that for her to do exactly what I said. Before I knew it, her wonderfully thick thighs were on either side of my face, with her amazing pussy right at mouth-level.

I vaguely heard Beth talking as she wriggled on top of me, but I couldn't make out any of the words she used. She was probably verbally revving up her girlfriend the way she'd done to me earlier, so it was time to play my part and turn my words into actions.

At first, I gripped her supple asscheeks and held her down while I lavished her pussy with attention, lapping at her clit before thrusting my tongue inside, then nibbling on her lips for a moment before returning to her clit. She wasn't sitting idly and letting me do everything, but she was content to roll with whatever I wanted to do.

That stopped after about five minutes. I'm not sure if Beth said something to trigger the change or if it was the next step toward her orgasm, but Taylor started bouncing up and down a little harder, pushing her clit into my nose with each down stroke. Before long, I couldn't hold onto her at all, so I just had to be ready with my tongue and lips when she made contact.

After a couple minutes of that, she really did start riding me like a bronco. Somewhere in her subconscious, I know she was pulling her punches, because as solidly as she was built, she could have done some real damage to me if she hadn't held back a little. Still, a few of her down motions hit me so squarely on the jaw that it caused real pain, and I started to wonder if she might not break my jaw. I balled up one fist under my chin for extra support, but I figured I better make her cum as quickly as possible.

Even with the pain involved, I was still rock hard and dripping pre-cum. I gathered up what I could on my fingers and probed at her back door whenever she'd let me. After a few close calls, she bucked forward and wound up with my finger an inch or so inside her ass.

Even with her thighs locked around my ears, I could still hear her shriek. She stopped bucking then and grabbed my head, pulling me tightly against her womanhood as she squirmed and writhed on me. I felt the gush within seconds, her succulent juices oozing out over my lips and onto my cheeks.

I started to wonder if I might pass out from lack of air, but she relaxed ever so slightly and shifted her hips so I could draw in some air. I took the opening and quickly pushed her off me.

"I'm sorry--" she tried, apparently thinking I pushed her off because she was hurting me. I fell on top of her and cut her off with a searing kiss, shoving my tongue down her throat and wrapping my arms around her back. She was still convulsing slightly from the intensity of her orgasm, and I wanted to kiss her through it.

"You're fucking amazing when you give yourself up like that," I said, pausing my kisses to look in her eyes. "I mean, you're amazing all the time, but when you let go that way..."

She smiled back at me and lowered her eyes as she blushed.

"It's fucking fantastic, isn't it?" Beth asked. I hadn't quite forgotten she was there, but her voice surprised me a little.

"It is," I said. "Just like her."

She pulled me back down for a kiss and when we were finished with that, she kissed across my cheek and down my jaw. "I taste pretty damn good, don't I?"

I just laughed and nodded. "I've been telling you that for months," Beth added.

"And what about you, Ms. O'Neil?" I asked. I palmed Taylor's boobs through her shirt and pressed my raging erection against her inner thigh.

"Me? I don't know how I taste, but neither of you have ever complained."

"Oh, you taste amazing, too," Taylor answered. "But I don't think that's what he means."

"Nope," I agreed. "First, you both made me cum, and now we've made Taylor cum. But what about you?"

"What about me? You can't do anything for me from Virginia."

"Not directly," Taylor said. "But you can do something for you."

"And we're gonna help," I said. I pulled Taylor's shirt off and she did the same for my now-soaked shirt. I rolled onto my back and pulled Taylor on top of me once again, but this time I held her hips lower. "Taylor's gonna ride my cock this time, and you're going to listen to us and play with your little pussy until you cum for us."

Beth lost her grip on the English language then, but from the long, languid moan she let out, I figured she understood.

***

I didn't wake up the next morning until well after the usual road wake-up time of 8:30 a. m., and I wasn't alone on that. I was spooned up behind Taylor, with her amazing ass pushed back into my crotch and my right hand cupping her right breast. One or the other of us -- or both -- must have been doing some grinding, because I felt her hard nipple in my palm, and it wasn't cold in the room.

It wasn't until I yawned and felt the soreness of my jaw that all the particulars of last night flooded in, but I could do nothing but smile. I'd been in such a massive funk prior to Taylor's arrival and she'd quickly figured out just what I needed to pull me out of it. Sure, she let me talk a little bit first, but she knew how to make me feel better, and it had turned into a 3-hour marathon. We'd made Beth cum twice on the phone, and then Taylor and I just kept at it until we'd both cum twice more. We all talked for a few more minutes, but by then it was close to midnight and we were all worn out, so we hung up and went to bed.

It was amazing to me how much difference 12 hours made. Last night after dinner, I was as close to losing my mind as I'd been since going through rehab after my injury. And now, thanks to Beth and Taylor, I was completely content. Sure, there was some stuff going on, and I'm sure if I put some thought into it, I'd get pretty mad again. But it no longer seemed like the unsolvable Rubik's Cube it had felt like last night.

Honestly, the most troubling part now was that Beth knew nothing about it, and it made me feel surprisingly horrible that I couldn't share something with her. But at least Taylor knew, and maybe she could help me make some sense of it. I was ready to quit the whole fraternity, my dad's opinion be damned, but I needed to make sure Lexi and Laci were safe first. And like I'd told Taylor last night, if they could come after them, what about the other women I'd been with for the pledge task? Brianne, and Trina, and Sandy, and... fuck.

And Taylor.

"Hey, stud muffin," Taylor said. I had no idea how long she'd been awake, but her head was turned slightly back toward me and she was staring at me intently. "Thinking about something other than waking up and blowing my mind again?"

"I was," I admitted. "But first, I realized how awesome it was to wake up spooning with a goddess."

"Mmm, you have forever to stop complimenting me like that," she said. "You know, normally Beth makes me cum first thing in the morning."

"Is that right?" My hand snaked down past her naked thigh and onto her pelvis as she turned onto her back. I could feel the heat before my hand actually got between her legs, and my fingers found her clit and gently rubbed it. She wrapped hers around my quickly hardening cock and stroked it slowly. We did that for about 10 minutes before we silently agreed to ramp things up, and she spasmed around my fingers just a few seconds before I spilled a modest load onto her stomach.

I was soaping up her breasts in the ensuing shower when she finally brought it up again.

"So, how's your brain doing this morning?" she asked. I spent waaaay more time on her breasts than I really needed to ensure their cleanliness, even though she did have some pretty massive tits. I turned her around and started on her back. "Everything still swirling around?"

"Mostly," I said. "But you and Beth did manage to fuck a little clarity into me about one thing, though."

"Oh?" She looked over her shoulder at me and I was momentarily caught off-guard at how amazing she looked with her dark, wet hair plastered to her forehead.

"I mean, obviously I need to make sure Lexi and Laci are safe from getting expelled first," I said, drawing a vigorous nod from Taylor, who had endured her own expulsion scare a few months back. "But once that's done, I'm done. The frat -- and yes, by extension, my dad -- can go fuck themselves."

I wasn't done scrubbing her well-contoured back yet, but she spun around quickly to face me.

"You're quitting? Why?"

"Taylor, they've already started fucking with innocent people in this," I said. "Lexi and Laci could just be the beginning. I've slept with four other women since this whole thing started, too. Most importantly, you."

"I can take care of myself."

"I know that," I said. "But I never expected any of this to blow back on Laci and Lexi, either. And besides you, there are three others at risk here."

"Ok," she said, soaping up my shoulders and my back while I went back to her breasts. Don't judge me -- they could have gotten dirty again while she was facing the other way. "Brianne was in a private dorm room. They already sic'd her ex-boyfriend on you, but as far as getting her in trouble with the school, there's nothing there. Same thing with Trina. It was a room at a frat house. Jamie being there makes that a little bit weird, but if the school wanted to do something about Trina Silver getting fucked in a frat house bedroom, she'd have been expelled before she made her first 3-pointer and every fraternity would be banned from campus."

I couldn't help but laugh a little.

"OK, but what about Sandy?" I asked. "She's a professor, so the where doesn't matter."

"It doesn't," she said, "but they don't know about her yet, do they?"

She had a point. "No. Like I said, I never sent the e-mail."

"Good for you."

"But they know about her. Otherwise, Jamie isn't texting me telling me not to go to her house."

"They don't know anything for sure, though. You haven't admitted anything, and they don't have cameras in hotel rooms."

"No," I agreed. "And she didn't come into the lobby with me. They could have seen something in the restaurant, though."

"You're getting a little super-secret-spy on me, Travis," she said. "But even if they did, the consequences for being spotted at a dinner with a student are not the same as those for fucking a student. She'd get a slap on the wrist at worst."

I'd thrown up a bunch of arguments, and Taylor had shot them all down as best she could. I finally just let out a sigh.

"I just have no idea what they're doing and why they're doing it, Taylor," I grumbled. "And it's pissing me off."

"Obviously, it all starts with Jamie," she answered.

"It does," I said. "And I'm going to track her down and pin her ass to the nearest set of train tracks when we get back to campus. But she's not pulling the strings."

"Who do you think is?"

"It's someone at the frat, but I don't know who," I said. "The frat president, Jamie's boyfriend, is a dickhead and a half, but if this ever got out, it'd humiliate the whole chapter. His dad is the national president, so I can't imagine it's him. There are a bunch of guys in the frat who don't like me because I have no use for their preppy-boy bullshit. I have a friend in there, too, but I don't even know if I can trust him right now."

"Who's the pledgemaster?" she asked, rubbing her soapy hands up and down my ass and onto my thigh, where she briefly caressed my scars before moving back north. I simply shrugged in response. "Hmm. Well, I think you need to figure out what's going on as soon as possible, to protect your friends. But I don't think you should quit."

"Why not?" I asked. "Back when you first found out about it, you told me I should either tell Beth or shut it down. What changed?"

"Well, there's your dad, for one," she said. "I don't think for a minute that you really think that 'he can go fuck himself,' like you just said. I understand wanting to make your parents happy. I believe you when you said you would choose Beth and me over the fraternity, but I can tell that it means a lot to you to get this done, for his sake if nothing else."

"Yeah," I agreed, looking down at the shower floor briefly. "Especially after I tried to back out once already. If I didn't know how important it was to him before, that really drove it home. But, you said, 'for one.' What's the other reason?"

"Simple," she said. "You have no guarantee that quitting will stop the bullshit."

"Say what?"

"Look, whoever's doing this, if you knew for sure that their motive was simply forcing you to quit the pledge process, then ok. But you said they don't pledge anyone but freshmen in this particular fraternity, right?" I just nodded. "And you didn't actually come to them asking to pledge, right? They pursued you?" I nodded again. "So why do all that just to then manipulate you into quitting?"

"Yeah, ok. I get that."

"But besides all that, you only have two goals left to go," she said. "Once you finish those... you're in. It's over."

"How do you know that?" I asked. "What you said goes both ways. If me quitting won't stop the shit, how do I know for sure that getting in will?"

She pondered that for a moment.

"Fair point. You don't," she agreed. "But then, you're in. All this secrecy and 'don't tell anyone' bullshit ends. You can start asking questions of the people that have the answers, and you can put a stop to it yourself."

The water started getting cold, so we turned it off and got out. I wasn't convinced yet, but Taylor clearly was.

***

And if I wasn't sure, she drove that point home rather nicely later that night.

We'd had another good game, winning 6-3, thereby clinching the conference championship and earning the right to host the conference tournament. I went 2-for-4 with a triple, a stolen base, and two runs scored. Chet knocked me in once, but he also struck out twice in one of his worst performances of the year.

The post-game meal was much better tonight, at a southern-cooking restaurant a block away from our hotel. We stayed at the place celebrating for about an hour after we'd all eaten, which was about the most celebrating Bazewell would let us have. If we went out and lost tomorrow, he'd treat us like we were on a 10-game losing streak.

Since the hotel was close enough to walk to, Coach had sent the buses back after dropping us off to eat. As we filed out of the restaurant, my text chime went off.

Taylor: When are you coming back? She'd added an eye-batting emoji at the end.

Me: We're walking back now. Place is close by, though. Should be there in 5 or 10.

Taylor: Good. My room tonight.

Me: Yours? Do Jamar and Jaleesa know that?

Taylor: Yep. Be quick, and come prepared.

Me: Prepared for what?

Taylor: A surprise. You like surprises, right?

Me: Will you be there?

Taylor: Of course.

Me: Then yeah. Surprises rock.

I grabbed a change of clothes and my toothbrush when we got back to the hotel, and I passed Jaleesa in the hall as I made my way to her and Taylor's room.

"Have fun, Travis," she said with a giddy giggle.

"Uh... yeah. You too?" I replied, letting her know that I had no idea what she was talking about. I mean, yeah, it wasn't a big secret that Taylor and I were fooling around. Certainly not to Jaleesa, who'd seen us on the bus a few weeks ago. But her little laugh seemed to hint at something different.

I got my answer when Taylor answered the door. Or rather, it should have been Taylor, but it wasn't.

"Ummm... do I have the wrong room?"

"Nope," said the blue-eyed blonde who answered the door. Christi Verlotti was one of Taylor's softball teammates, and she was the last person I expected to see in the room when I visited Taylor tonight -- especially the way she was dressed.

Of course, once I made my way into the room, I saw that Taylor was here too, sitting on the bed closest to the window. I looked the question at her.

"I assume you two know each other," Taylor said. "But just in case, Travis, Christi. Christi, Travis. There ya go."

That wasn't the answer I wanted.

"Yeah, I knew who he was before you told me he was the guy," Christi said. Her accent was pure New York. She sounded like an extra from the Sopranos.

And the guy? What guy?

"We have a class together," I said. "Adapted Physical Activity."

Christi was a Special Education major and Adapted was about designing exercises and physical activities for people with special needs, from simple physical disabilities all the way to severe mental deficiencies. Trina Silver shared the same class.

She nodded but said nothing else, and neither did Taylor. I guess they were waiting for me to push things along, which was odd considering I had no idea what "things" were. "So, Christi, we have the class together, but we haven't talked much. Let me guess. From your accent, I'm thinking... Georgia, born and raised?"

She smirked and let go with a small laugh -- it was a little bit nasal and a touch shrill, but it worked for her.

"Shit," I said. "I should have known it was Alabama."

"Born in Brooklyn, raised on the Jersey shore."

"And you ended up down in South Carolina because... what, you couldn't find decent pizza back home?"

She laughed harder at that.

"That's about the only thing I miss," she said. "It's too damn cold, most of my family is in jail or will be within a couple years, and the air is less brown down here."

"Fair enough." Again, the silence in the room was deafening. I guess Taylor was going to let me figure it out on my own. "So, you don't see a ton of blonde Italians."

"Nope," she said, rolling her eyes at my continued small talk. "But it's been in my blood for generations. The last five women up my mama's family tree were all this way, and none of the dads were. I figure at this point, I could fuck a Nigerian prince from one of those spam e-mails, and the kid's coming out blonde."

Now it was my turn to laugh.

"Pretty straight and to the point, aren't ya?"

"You have no idea," she answered, her voice suddenly getting smokier. She took two steps toward me, and I took a step back accordingly.

"I'm sorry," I said, glancing at Taylor who, until this point, had simply been an amused observer. "I might be the only one who doesn't know what's going on here."

"Looking at the way I'm dressed doesn't give you a clue?" she fired back.

"You mean, the way you're not dressed?" I answered.

She smirked again, and it was honestly starting to piss me off a little. She took a step back and waved her hands in front of her body, just to make sure I was looking.

"Same difference."

She wore a beige tank top that barely contained her ample breasts, and judging by the twin peaks pointing at me through the fabric, there was nothing underneath it. Her shorts were about the same length as Beth's soccer shorts from a few nights ago. Of course, on that night, Beth -- and Taylor -- were actively trying to seduce me.

Wait--

"Christi, can you give us a minute?" Taylor piped up, the first words she'd said since I walked in.

"I dunno if this is gonna work, Taylor," she said, looking annoyed. "I mean, I get the whole 'slump-busting' thing, and I definitely need to get laid, but I'm practically throwing myself at him here, and--"

"Yeah," Taylor said, getting off the bed and approaching us. She ushered Christi toward the hallway. "Like I said, let me talk to him a second. Come back in like five minutes. I promise it'll be fine."

Christi threw a half-amused, half-aggravated glance back at me before the door closed behind her.

"What the fuck, Taylor?" I said when she came back into the room.

Her response was to kiss me, full on the lips, and shove her tongue as far into my mouth as it could go. I was still confused, but as far distractions went...

"Ok, but seriously," I said when she broke for air. "What's going on?"

Again, she kissed me. Hard. Hard enough that if there wasn't an elephant in the room -- er, in the hallway -- I might have thrown her on the floor right there and pounded her into submission.

"Taylor, I like kissing you more than like 98% of the other things I do in my life," I said. "But that's not going to work. You could suck my brains out through my dick like you did last night, and I'm still going to want an explanation when you're done."

She pulled away and stuck her bottom lip out in an exaggerated pout. "Shit. I was hoping I could kiss you stupid."

"I've said this before, but you and Beth chose me out of the hundreds of guys who'd be more than willing to be in my position, Taylor," I said. "If you wanted someone you could lead around blindly by his dick, you would have picked someone else."

"True," she said with a sigh. "Have you ever heard of the term 'slumpbuster?'"

I grinned.

"I'm a man, and I play sports," I said. "I'm familiar with the concept."

"You know Christi is our best player, right?"

"I didn't, not really," I said. "I knew she was one of them."

"We've won 6 games in conference, Travis," she said. "We're not drowning in talent. She's far and away the best we have. She's only a sophomore but she leads the league in strikeouts. If we could score any runs for her, she'd have an amazing won-loss record. She's also one of our two best hitters."

"OK..."

"And today she had one of her worst games of the season, and it's been trending that way for a while," Taylor said. "She's been extra bitchy and snarky the past few weeks, and she's not exactly the most laid-back person on the team to begin with."

"You don't say?" I asked with a chuckle. "I mean, I'm all for women being aggressive, but jeez."

"Well, she has a lot of shit going on," Taylor explained. "She brushed past the family stuff, but a lot of that is happening in real time, back home in Jersey. Her grades are slipping and they weren't that great to begin with. Plus, she had a boyfriend on the football team, but he fucked around on her over Spring Break, so she dumped him."

"Man... men suck," I said, drawing a laugh from Taylor.

"True," she said. "But some of you do it really, really well."

This time I welcomed the kiss and the package check that came with it.

"Anyway, Jaleesa decided that Christi needs to get laid," she continued. "To bust her slump, if you will."

"Wait a sec, though," I said. "I can't say I've ever had a slump 'busted' this way, but the ones I've seen have been... not the most attractive women. It's the idea that you just need something -- anything -- to pull you up out of the hole, and most of the things you'd look for regularly don't apply."

"You're saying it's usually an ugly chick."

"Was trying to be a bit more delicate than that, but yeah," I said. "So, what are you trying to say about me?"

I grinned to let her know I was just teasing, but she had a legitimate answer.

"I get that it's usually an ugly chick," she said. "But what if you knew of a hot chick who was willing and ready to rock that guy's world? Would you turn her down just because she's attractive?"

"Well, no," I said. "I mean, of course not."

"So, there ya go. I just happened to know someone who's fucking hawt who can take care of it instead."

"Yeah, but what about the willing and ready parts?" I asked. "Were you going to ask me about it first?"

"Honestly, I didn't think I'd need to," she said with a sheepish grin. "I saw how she was dressed tonight, and I know how aggressive and pushy she can be. I just figured she'd get you interested pretty quickly."

"I mean, she's hot, yeah," I said. "But Taylor... you and Beth. That's it for me now. A month ago, sure, I'd have jumped all over that. If she'd sat down next to me on the bus that first time, then yeah, she'd probably be my scavenger hunt athlete instead. But things are different now."

"Well, I'm very glad I got there first," Taylor replied. "But she'll still be your scavenger hunt athlete."

"Ummm," I said, not understanding. "Didn't we just re-emphasize the fact that you're already that?"

"I was," she agreed. "But I'm filling a different spot now."

"You are?" I asked, to which she just nodded. "Which one?"

"The threesome."

"Wait," I said. "It was supposed to be both you and Christi?"

"No," Taylor answered. "I mean, I'm going to be in the room. She agreed to that. But even if it was going to be me and her, then we'd both be in the threesome, and you'd still have to find another athlete. Plus, we're not in the same class."

"So... what, then?" I asked. Taylor just grinned, clearly waiting for me to figure it out. And when I did, my head might have popped off.

"Oh, fuck no, Taylor," I said. "There is no fucking way I'm dragging Beth into this."

"It'll be OK, Travis," she said. "Just don't tell them anything about it until you've figured out what's going on."

"And what if, like you said last night, what if I have to finish the pledge task before I find out what the hell's going on?"

"You burn that bridge when you come to it," she said. "You'll have to meet with them before they let you in or don't, and you can tell them that once you get some answers, you'll reveal the final goal. Or something. I dunno, but you've already had a threesome with two women in the same class. Why just toss that away?"

"Because you both mean more to me than some stupid fraternity game," I said. "I mean, you're already involved because of the bus, but you'd better believe if you weren't, I wouldn't pull you into it, either."

"Honestly, Travis, I think Beth would find it hot," she said. "Like I told you before, she's pretty kinky. We both are. I think the only thing she'd be upset about is that you've kept her in the dark this long."

I had to stop and think about that for a few seconds.

"But anyway, they can't touch Beth," she said. "She had sex with a guy and a girl in the privacy of her own apartment. Who cares? The same applies to Christi, actually... she'd be having sex in a hotel room. Yeah, it's a school trip, but there are no rules against it."

"I assume you've already talked about this with Beth, then?" I asked.

"Actually, I haven't," she said. "I'm sure she'd be cool with it, but I had a naughty, naughty idea."

"Your naughty ideas usually work out pretty well for me," I said.

"This one will, too," she said. "I was thinking that tomorrow night when we get back, we go to my place, tie Beth to the bed, and spend a few hours recreating it for her."

That did sound like an amazing idea.

"All right," I said. "If you're sure she'll be ok with this."

"Very, very sure."

"OK. So, how do I play this? She's high-strung, impatient and been kind of a bitch lately. So, am I grudge-fucking her?"

Taylor's eyes lit up as she responded. "You'll probably have to be a little rough with her, at first anyway. So yeah, pound the shit out of her, and dominate her a little bit. But that's not what she really, really needs right now."

"OK, I'll give."

"She needs to be reminded how good she is," she said. "Not just as a softball player, but as a woman, and as a human. Her life is pretty close to shit right now, and she just needs someone to make her feel special and cared for. Remind her that it's not all doom and gloom."

"Jeez, Taylor," I said. "I mean, fucking, I can do. I don't have to tell you that. But what do you want me to do here, make love to her?"

"No, I do not want you to make love to Christi Verlotti," she growled. I won't lie -- the tiny bit of jealousy that crept into her voice made me smile. "Just... I dunno, Travis. The whole slump-busting thing works better for men because they just want to cum on or in somebody, and the orgasm makes them feel better. Women are built differently. Yeah, she wants to cum, but it's gonna take more than that to get her out of her funk."

I put on my best skeptical look.

"Look, I know it's different with me and Beth, but what about Sandy?" she said. "You didn't make love to her, did you?"

"No."

"And yet, she won't quit telling me how amazing you made her feel."

"But I genuinely like Sandy, as a professor and as a human being. I don't know Christi."

"She's not so different," Taylor said. "Like I said, good girl having a bad time. Just do your best to show her that it's not all bad. That's all I'm saying."

I took her hand and waited until she locked eyes with me. "You're sure this is going to be ok? This isn't going to fuck anything up with you or Beth?"

"I promise," she said. "And I'll be here the whole time, just as a spectator."

"OK," I said, nodding. I didn't feel super good about the whole thing, but I trusted Taylor implicitly, and I knew Beth was a freak who would enjoy our special retelling of it. And hell, Christi was plenty hot and everyone deserves to be treated right. "One more thing."

Before Taylor could respond, I pulled her down for another kiss. She was surprised for a half-second, but quickly melted into my embrace.

"What was that for?" she asked when we broke apart a few seconds later.

"Just a reminder," I said. "I'm not done with you yet tonight."

She licked her lips in anticipation, but then she curled them into a sly grin. "Go get 'er, tiger."

I opened the door and found Christi leaning against the wall in the hallway, busily typing something into her phone. She looked up when the door opened and that fucking smirk was back with a vengeance.

"You finally figure out what's going on?" she asked, taking a couple of steps and meeting me in the doorway.

"Yep," I said. "Question is, have you?" I grabbed her by her long, blonde ponytail and smashed her lips into mine, my tongue immediately battling hers. She was caught off-guard for a moment, but she kissed me back for a brief second before pulling away.

"Dude, what the fuck?" she spat out. There was still plenty of heat in her eyes from the kiss, but she also looked utterly confused. "First, you want nothing to do with me, and now you're--"

I clamped my hand over her mouth, shutting her up instantly. Her nostrils flared in anger.

"Stop talking and get in here," I said. Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red, and I knew she was either really angry, or really turned on. Possibly both. "Or if you'd like, we can do this right here in the hall and wait for someone to come out of their room and catch us."

I backed into the room, and she waffled for a few seconds before making her decision. She stepped far enough inside for the door to close, and as soon as it did, I pushed her up against it and reclaimed her lips. She was more responsive this time, but she was still a little off-balance. I forced my hands under her tank top and squeezed her tits. She gasped, and I felt a little barbell sticking out from each nipple. I tugged on those and the gasp turned into a moan.

"He won't do anything you don't want him to," Taylor said from the bed behind us. "But you're gonna have to tell him no."

I could see clarity -- and possibly a touch of relief -- sweep across Christi's beautiful face. It stayed for a moment, but then her eyes lit up and she smiled -- not the smirk this time, but a real, full, high-beam smile. That's when I knew she was back on board. I quickly yanked the tank top over her head and tossed it on the ground, challenging her with my eyes.

"Or maybe he's gonna have to tell me no, huh?" she replied. She quickly yanked down my CAU track pants, leaving my quickly hardening cock tenting out against my boxers. "You wanna be aggressive, huh? I can do aggressive."

"Are you sure about that?" I asked with a heavy chuckle. "Because so far, you've been a dainty, meek little wallflower."

She laughed and dropped to her knees, rubbing her cheek against my bulge. Her tongue peeked out and traced the outline of my cock through my boxers, but when her fingers went to hook into my waistline, I balked.

"Uh uh," I said, lifting her by her armpits and gently tossing her onto the bed. "Got some business to handle first."

Her eyes flared up at me again -- clearly she wasn't quite ready to surrender the upper hand just yet.

"Oh, you think you can handle this, huh?" she fired back, scrambling up to her knees. Her lips began to curl up again, and before it could fully take hold, I cupped her cheeks.

"You know, you're a beautiful woman," I spat out. "But right now, I wanna wipe that stupid fucking smirk right off your face."

So of course, she laid it on extra thick.

"Yeah?" she asked. "So, try and do it then."

I let go of her face and yanked back on the ponytail again, except much, much harder this time. She gasped a little, but she was eagerly waiting for me when our lips met again. She moaned into my mouth when our tongues danced together, and I moaned back when she nipped at my bottom lip.

This time I pulled back first, and she was panting like she'd just hit an inside-the-park homerun. Before she could catch her breath, I turned her to the side and forced her head down into the pillow.

"Face down," I said, then snaked my arm beneath her waist and pulled up until her ass waved lewdly in the air. I yanked her shorts and panties down until they pooled against her knees. "Ass up."

"That's the way we like to--" she started before I slipped my hand between her legs and roughly thrusted two fingers inside her. "--ohmyGAWD!!."

"Holy fuck, Christi," I answered. "You are fucking soaked." And she was. I could feel the heat emanating from her when I'd lifted her hips up, but as aloof as she was pretending to be, she couldn't hide that she was literally dripping. I felt bad for whoever had to sleep on this bed tonight, because there was definitely going to be a wet spot.

Still, she wasn't going to give up without a fight.

"And you're about to rip a hole in your shorts," she replied, trying once again to pull my boxers down. This time I let her, and her eyes lit up when my cock sprang free and waved lewdly in the air. She quickly gripped it and slowly pumped it up and down.

"Holy hell," she exclaimed, marveling as I grew to full mast. "You take this fucking thing every night?"

I hadn't quite forgotten Taylor was there, but it was obvious the question was for her. I looked over at the other bed and Taylor was idly squeezing her mammoth boobs as she watched us. She saw me looking, and grinned as she nodded. I wasn't sure how much Christi knew about our relationship, but obviously she at least knew that much.

"She does," I growled. "She takes it like a champ, too. Just like you will."

Christi let loose with a guttural moan, and her lack of any other response was my first clue that I was finally pulling ahead in our little impromptu battle of aggression. She didn't stay idle for long, though -- her free hand reached behind me and pulled my ass closer to the bed, and when she could reach, she wrapped her puffy, red-painted lips around the head of my cock.

"Mmm," I moaned. "Quite the talented tongue you've got there."

She said something, but it was unintelligible for obvious reasons. I pulled my fingers out of her warm tunnel and rotated my wrist so I could rub her clit with my thumb. She squealed around my dick and I forced another inch between her lips.

Christi got wetter and wetter as I went back and forth, alternating between rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. She'd been trying to make me cum in her mouth before, but her focus on my cock was slipping as I grew more aggressive.

"Oh fuck!" she cried out. "I'm so, so close!"

So of course, I moved my hand from between her legs and pulled my cock out of her mouth. She gasped at the sudden absences and looked at me like I'd run over her puppy.

She didn't stay disappointed for long, though. I crawled behind her on the bed, got myself lined up, and pushed into her with one long stroke.

"Ohhhhhhhhh," she moaned. "Ohmygawdthatdick..." She said some more stuff, but I couldn't understand it, and that would have been true even if she didn't muffle herself with the pillow. I pounded her hard and fast, trying my best to fuck her through the mattress. Instead, though, she made one last desperate attempt to regain at least a little control. She struggled to get back up to all fours, and once there, she started fucking back into me and she shot another of those smirks over her shoulder at me.

"Fuck," she started. "I bet you love this tight pussy, don't you? I'm sure hers is great and all --" she tossed her head towards Taylor -- "but there's nothing like this tight, hot, Italian pussy grinding on your cock, is there?"

Ok... first, I was trying to fuck her into submission and she was trying to fight me. That was frustrating enough, but now she was going to take shots at my... at my what? My girlfriend? I wasn't sure if that was the right label or not. Fuckbuddy? She was definitely more than that.

Well, whatever she was, she was Taylor... and I wasn't going to let anyone talk shit about her, even if it was in the heat of the moment. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled hard, forcing her to lift her arms off the bed as she let out a surprised squeak.

"Listen, honey," I growled. "I'm not gonna lie. You're fucking sexy, and yeah, your needy little pussy does feel pretty damn good. But hers fits me like a fucking glove. And look at those tits, Christi." I twisted her ponytail in my grip so that she had no choice but to do just that. Taylor had taken off her shirt and was massaging her naked breasts, but she spared a moment to blow a kiss in my direction. "You can get lost in those tits. I do it on the regular. But you know what else she can do?"

Whether it was my grip on her hair or making her focus on another woman, I didn't know, but when Christi looked back up at me, her face was pleading. For an answer, for forgiveness, for an orgasm... maybe for all three.

"She gives herself up to me," I said. "Just last night, she lost all her self-control and let me rock her world. That's one of the best college athletes in America, and one of the most confident women I've ever met, and I blow her fucking mind every chance I get. But I can only do that because she lets me."

Christi whimpered and tried to fall back onto her hands, but I tightened my grip on her ponytail. I swatted her left ass cheek, and when she did nothing but cry out in response, I swatted the other.

"Is that what you want, Christi?" My voice was low and gravelly. "Do you want me to blow your mind?"

"Mmhmm," she squeaked.

"Good," I said. I tugged on her hair again, forcing her to lean all the way back until she was pressed against my chest. If I'd been an inch shorter, I would have slipped all the way out of her, but it put her ear right next to my lips. "Then shut the fuck up," I growled. "I'm gonna use your body, and I'm gonna make you cum until you can't see straight. The only thing I need your mouth to do is tell everybody on this floor just how well I'm fucking you."

Her eyes rolled back in her head just a little bit as I let her ponytail go. She started to fall forward, but I helped by pushing her chest all the way down to the bed, dislodging my cock in the process. She might have complained, but I slapped each cheek one more time, and her little shrieks replaced anything she might have said.

I shoved one of the pillows under her waist to keep her ass up in the air, then got onto my feet behind her. Crouching over her ass, I slammed my hips forward, impaling her again with one long stroke.

"FU--" was all she got out before she smashed her face back into the other pillow and screamed. It wasn't quite enough to tell the whole floor, but I was sure at least the people in the rooms on either side had heard.

Confident that I'd finally broken her need to control things, I really laid into her for the next few minutes. I gripped her hips and pounded her as hard and as fast as I could. She turned her head to the side so I could hear all her incoherent babbles, and I chuckled at the few words I could make out as English.

"Travis," she finally muttered. "Gonna make me cum."

"Nope," I said, my hips coming to an instant stop balls-deep inside her. "Soon, but not just yet," I teased. She whimpered again, but didn't say anything else. After a few seconds to let her calm down, I picked up the pace again, but it wasn't more than a minute before I heard her breathing speed up, and I had to stop once more.

"So not fair!" she called out in frustration.

"Aww," I said, lightly rubbing her ass as I waited for her to calm down again. "Is my little Jersey Shore fucktoy getting angry?"

She started to answer right away, but visibly bit her lip. After a few more seconds, she spoke up.

"Not angry," she said. "Just... so close. I know I'm gonna cum so fucking hard, and..."

I waited, but it became clear she either wasn't going to finish, or couldn't find the words. I gave her another 30 seconds, then I started up again.

"Fuck, Travis," she called out. "Your cock... fucking amazing."

I felt her hips shift slightly as she dipped her hand between her legs. She gasped a little when her fingers reached her clit, and she gasped again when I roughly yanked her arm away.

"Keep your hands off my stuff!" I exclaimed. I grabbed her other arm as well, and pinned both to her back as I kept pounding away.

"Yours?" she asked sheepishly.

"Mine," I affirmed. "For the next little bit, anyway. This pussy is mine, and you can only touch it if I say so."

She moaned, and I heard another moan come from the bed to my left. I smiled, but didn't dare look over there, because I knew whatever Taylor was doing would break my concentration.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuckmefuckme," Christi began to mumble. My thighs were starting to burn a little from the position, so I knew it was time to finish her off. I spanked each of her tight, toned ass cheeks one more time, then re-gripped her hips and hit her with everything I had.

"You ready to cum, Christi?" A high-pitched hum was her only response, but her mouth was open as she gasped for air. "I asked you a question, Christi. Are you ready to cum?" The hum got a little bit louder, but there was no verbal answer.

"I'm about to stop," I announced, though I had no actual intentions of doing so. Her humming got even higher and louder, and eventually she started mumbling again. I was pretty sure in amongst all the Swahili-sounding gibberish, I heard the word "please" at least once and that was good enough for me.

"Do it," I ordered. "Cum for me. Cum all over that cock."

This time she managed to bury her face in the pillow before she screamed out, but I still half-expected a call from one of the coaches or administrators staying on our floor. Christi Verlotti wasn't a quiet person in general, and that definitely extended to the bedroom.

Her body rocked almost violently as an intense orgasm rolled through her, but I managed to hang on to her hips and keeping fucking her through it. Eventually she collapsed onto the mattress, forcing me to pull out. She took several deep breaths and closed her eyes.

"I'm sorry," I said. "Did you think we were anywhere close to being done?"

Before she could even open her mouth, I had her on her back with her shorts and panties all the way off. She was just about to question me when I dove between her outstretched legs and clamped my lips directly onto her clit.

"FUCK!" she shouted out, gripping my hair and holding my face in place. I felt her sit up just a little with the sudden intrusion, but I could only imagine how sexy her washboard stomach looked all crunched up, because I could barely move my head. I just tongued her clit rapidly, and eventually she relaxed enough to fall back onto the bed.

I really went to work then, sliding my hands under her ass and draping her legs over my shoulders, pulling her tighter against my face. She was soaking my goatee, my chin, my nose and the bed below us, but I couldn't have cared less. She was responsive to everything I did -- whether I sucked and licked at her clit, tongue fucked her flooded tunnel, or just nibbled and kissed around her outer lips, every move I made seemed to bring her closer and closer to an orgasm that I was actually a little bit worried might be even more intense than the last one. She'd barely muffled that one just in time to avoid university intervention.

Still, though, I just couldn't stop worshipping her pussy. For one, she tasted pretty damn good, and for another, she was obviously pretty damn wound up and really needed as many earth-shattering orgasms as she could get.

Mostly, though, I was thrilled at how she'd finally let go, and I wanted to reward her. So, I shifted all my oral attention back to her clit and pushed three fingers into her pussy. Her heels were pounding on my back hard enough to leave bruises, and after a minute or two, the dam broke.

Her whole body tensed up like an electric wire, but the expected vocal eruption never came. Sure, she made some noise -- I'm guessing it would have been her loudest scream yet, but as it turned out, Taylor's hand fit perfectly over Christi's mouth. I looked up just enough to see Christi's arm wrapped around the back of Taylor's left knee, pulling the bigger girl closer as she convulsed. I don't think it was necessarily because it was Taylor -- I'm pretty sure Christi would have tried to grab onto a grizzly bear if it was nearby.

Finally, she let Taylor's leg go, and Taylor felt it was safe to pull her hand away from Christi's mouth. She returned to her own bed, pulling her shorts off on the way leaving her in just a tiny blue thong. I crawled up next to Christi in our bed, doing my best to avoid the wet spot underneath her. Christi immediately pulled me down for a hot, steamy kiss, probably the best one we'd shared.

"You like the taste of pussy, huh?" I teased as she licked her lips.

"Just mine," she answered. "If you can make me cum like that, you deserve a kiss and a fuckton more."

"It was my pleasure, Christi," I answered, kissing her again. "And I think Taylor enjoyed the show, too."

"Thanks for saving my ass at the end there," Christi said, looking over at Taylor. "Pretty sure I'd have woke some people up back in South Carolina with that one. And sorry about what I said before. I get a little cocky when I'm horny."

Taylor just chuckled and waved her off. "No worries."

"Really, thanks for letting me borrow him period. And you," she said, looking back at me. "Why you even bothered to put up with my shit, I have no idea. I know I can be a little bit much sometimes, and--"

I cut her off with another kiss. I wasn't sure she was ever going to stop if I didn't.

"You're worth it," I said simply. "I mean, I know I don't know you that well. But a lot of people who do think you're worth it. You mentioned you were having family troubles and Taylor mentioned some other stuff you're dealing with. I can understand family problems, and all us jocks go through slumps sometimes. And most men are just assholes."

"Present company excluded," she quipped.

"I mean, now, yes," I replied. "But I'm a reformed asshole. I haven't always been worthy of a woman like Taylor -- or you, for that matter. This football jackass obviously doesn't have what it takes to handle you. That's not your problem. Don't let some dickhead make you feel like you're less of a woman than you are."

"I know my personality can be a little bit... extra... sometimes," she said, looking down at the bed.

"Maybe so," I sort of agreed, "but it's who you are, and being a little over-the-top doesn't make you a bad person. We both might be a little too alpha to really click as a couple, but I bet you'd be a blast to hang out with. The right guy -- hell, probably a whole bunch of guys -- will see who you are and be more than happy to spend some quality time with you."

Her tits, probably a large B or small C-cup, were jiggling as we talked, and I bent down to capture her left nipple between my lips. I flicked my tongue over the little barbell and enjoyed the way her breath caught in her throat. I'd managed to hold off cumming, but I still had a raging hard-on between my legs, and I gently pressed it up against her leg as I worked over her boobs.

"Holy hell," she said, noticing my condition for the first time. "You never came, did you?" I shook my head. "I must be slippin' or something."

"You own a mirror, so shut up with that," I said. "Christi, you're a gorgeous woman. You're downright sexy. Yeah, I was a little slow on the uptake at first tonight, but once I figured out what was going on, I was more than happy to get naked with you. I didn't cum earlier because I'm not some inexperienced frat boy who sticks his dick in a hot girl's pussy and instantly loses his fucking mind. That one was all for you, so I made sure you'd enjoy it."

"And I did," she agreed. "But I'm gonna take it personally if I walk outta this room without you bustin' a nut."

I grinned back at her. "Well, I wouldn't want to offend anyone, now would I?" We kissed again while I tweaked her right nipple, and she moaned into my mouth.

"How do you want me?" she asked.

"I think this works just fine right here," I said. I rolled her onto her side, lifted her top leg and quickly slid back inside of her. She was still gloriously wet and ready for me.

"Jesus, Travis," she stammered. "This cock is fucking thick. Stretches me sooo fucking good."

Twice over the next 20 minutes, she let loose with a string of muted expletives as she came. The first was from our spooning position, and the second was in missionary, with her legs draped over my shoulders.

"Good Lord, you can really fuck," she said when I lowered her legs back onto the bed.

"I do aim to please," I said. "I know you gave in and let me have my way with you before, but I know you like to be in control, too. So this time, how do you want me?

"Lay down," she said, so I did. The wet spot was front and center in the small of my back, but once she mounted me in reverse cowgirl and lowered herself back onto my cock, I didn't think much of it.

"I promise, Travis, you've shown me an awesome time," she said, looking back over her shoulder at me. "If there's really any way to bust a slump with sex, I'm sure you've done it 10 times over. I really, really want you to give me that cum now."

Honestly, I was starting to wonder if I could. Everything she was doing felt amazing, but despite not having cum since this morning, I didn't feel particularly close. Normally I wouldn't really care, but all the work I'd done to build Christi's self-confidence back up would be for naught if I didn't get off.

My salvation, as it turned out, was 10 feet away.

It was the squishing sounds that got my attention. Taylor had pulled her thong off to the side and was noisily pumping her snatch with two fingers while simultaneously lifting a heavy breast to her mouth and sucking her own nipple.

Christi must have heard the noises too, or maybe she just saw where I was looking. Either way, her bouncing slowed down as she watched the show.

"No... don't stop," Taylor panted. I gripped Christi's hips, making her pick her pace back up. Christi's smirk returned, and I realized it didn't bother me that much this time.

"I think your girlfriend is enjoying our show," Christi said.

"Just can't help myself," Taylor answered. "So fucking hot, you guys."

Knowing Taylor as I did, she was probably enjoying the side view of Christi's bouncing tits and jiggling ass as much as she was enjoying anything I was doing. I spanked Christi's ass cheeks a few times, getting moans from both women. Just like that, I was dangerously close to finally giving Christi what she wanted.

"Oh, fuck!" Christi called out after a few moments. "This cock is gonna make me cum a-fuckin-gain!"

"I'm right there with you," I muttered.

"You can... cum in me," she said. "... on the pill."

Taylor's eyes widened a little at that, but I had a ready answer even if she hadn't reacted.

"Can't do that," I spat back, drawing a genuine smile out of Taylor. I could have watched Taylor play with herself forever, but Christi's orgasm swamped her right then, and she gripped my thighs tight as she slammed herself down on me. It was all I could do not to fire off inside her as I watched her toned, athletic body spasm erratically.

Slowly, she resumed bouncing up and down, and I lightly swatted her ass.

"You gotta hop off," I pleaded. She did just that.

"If not in me... then how about all over me?" she asked, a rhetorical question if I'd ever heard one. She knelt between my legs so she didn't block Taylor's view, and started pumping my cock.

"Sounds like a..." I never got the rest of the line out, as my cock let loose with a day's worth of cum all over her. The first shot landed on her throat, with the second shot catching the barbell on her left nipple. The next couple shots hit the undersides of her tits, and the rest dribbled onto her stomach and thighs.

"Oh my GOD!" Taylor cried out and clamped her sizable thighs down on her fingers as she started to cum, finishing off the trio. She was shaking so hard that her boobs were flying all over the place. She spasmed at least three times before finally starting to calm down, and she opened her eyes and locked them right on mine.

"Jesus," Christi said. "I can say for certain I'm not into girls now. Because if anything was gonna flip my switch, that would have done it. She's fuckin' beautiful."

I nodded up at Christi. "Right back at ya, babe," Taylor sighed.

All at once, the strength drained out of me and I collapsed back onto the bed. Christi fell forward, her head landing on my shoulder.

"That... was fucking hot." Taylor's words were the last thing I heard before dozing off.

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"I'm so excited," Taylor mewled into my neck. "We're gonna blow that girl's fuckin' mind."

I couldn't agree more. Seeing the first exit sign for Conway off the interstate made my pulse quicken. Taylor had texted Beth an hour ago, and the third side of our triangle was anxiously awaiting our return, but probably not nearly as much as we were.

This had been the best day I'd had in a long time.

I woke up just a few minutes after I'd passed out, with Christi still laying on top of me. I gently rolled her off, and Taylor handed me a warm washcloth to clean her up with. Christi had stirred just a few moments later, and Taylor had taken a selfie with all three of us. Nothing other than our faces and shoulders were showing, so Christi didn't really care. Taylor had claimed it was just to remember the moment, but I was pretty sure she'd be showing it to Beth after our re-enactment.

We'd invited Christi to stay with us, but she'd politely declined. "I'm not sayin' I wouldn't be interested in another spin if it's ever on the menu again, but I'm not much of a cuddler. Besides, it's obvious whatever y'all got here is pretty damn good. I appreciate you lettin' me borrow him, but I'm gonna get out of the way now."

I kissed her goodbye, and she kissed Taylor on the cheek before heading back to her room. Despite my earlier promise that I wasn't through with Taylor yet, we simply curled up on her bed and quickly fell asleep.

I offered to get her off when we woke up, but she said she wanted to save it up for Beth, and I was on board with that. I still made absolutely certain her tits were clean in the shower, and she scrubbed me until she was sure all traces of Christi were gone.

Then, we'd gone out and swept Radford, beating them 8-1. Chet was back to his usual self -- still not talking to me, but mashing long homers. I'd gotten 3 hits in 4 at-bats, and even the fact that the other one was a strikeout didn't get me down.

The softball team had won, too, with Christi striking out 13 batters and hitting a home run. I was glad to see her slump was officially busted. Even Taylor had gotten on the field, drawing a walk and scoring on a double.

Since we both won, the coaches were OK with us mixing buses for the ride home. Of course, I sat with Taylor near the back of the baseball bus.

We hadn't been on the road 10 minutes when she looked at me with a plea in her eyes.

"I know we said we'd wait till tonight, Travis," she said. "But I really need something to take the edge off."

I didn't hesitate. "You want fingers or dick?"

"Just fingers. Please, fingerfuck me till I cum all over your hand."

Talk about an offer you can't refuse.

We'd been good little boys and girls after that, just talking and cuddling and sleeping for most of the trip back. If I said the conversation didn't get a bit racy, especially when we were talking about Beth and our plans for the night, I'd be lying. But we kept our clothes on.

I hadn't bothered to charge my phone the night before, so it was dead, and that was for the best, anyway. Shawn and Jamie weren't taking my calls, and I couldn't do anything for Lexi or Laci until the next morning, so it was best to just leave the damn thing dead. Taylor had sent the one text to Beth, then put hers on silent to enjoy my company for the ride back.

Maybe if one of us had our phone on, what happened next wouldn't have been so shitty. No... it would have been, but at least I might have been prepared for it.

Taylor didn't bother texting Beth when we got back to campus, since it was a 5-minute drive to her house. We were both on top of the world, holding hands as we walked up the sidewalk to the building and all smiles as we approached the apartment.

The door opened before Taylor could get out her key, and immediately I knew something was wrong. Beth's face was red and puffy, and she'd obviously been crying.

"Beth?" Taylor asked. "What's wrong?"

"Why the fuck did we let him in, Taylor?" Beth asked, not even looking at me. "Why?"

"Because we both really, really, really like him, Beth," Taylor replied. "What the fuck is wrong?"

Beth drew a deep breath, then took her phone out of the pocket of her cargo shorts. She pulled something up on it, then turned it so that we could both see that it was a screenshot of a text message. I couldn't make out the words before she turned it back to herself, but I saw that the number wasn't already in her phone.

She cleared her throat and started to read.

"OhmyGAWD, V. Had the absolute best fuck of my life last night."

"And here's the reply: "OMG!! Deets, Chris! Deets now!"

"Back to the first girl: "Baseball player named Travis. The man fucked for hours! I came like 7 times. Could barely walk after. But hit a homer and struck out 13 today! Think he busted my slump!"

"And the reply is just heart and zucchini emojis."

I looked at Taylor, and she looked at me. I'm sure she could see the heat overtaking my cheeks.

"Fucking two hot women just wasn't enough for you, Travis? Hell, one of them was on the goddamned trip with you, but you STILL had to go bang some other fucking softball player?"

I opened my mouth to respond, but she didn't let me.

"Just get out, ok?" Beth said. "Just get out."

"Beth," Taylor said. "It's not what it looks like, honey. I was there."

That made Beth stop in her tracks.

"But you didn't tell me." It wasn't a question.

"We were gonna tell you tonight," Taylor answered. "Just let us in, and we'll explain."

"Clearly, you've both been lying to me," Beth said. "But you live here," she said to Taylor. "I can't stop you."

"Beth," Taylor pleaded, "I promise you--"

"No," I interjected. "She's right. I'm going to go."

"You can't just give up, Travis!"

"I'm not," I replied. "But she's told me twice I'm not welcome here. I've never forced a woman to spend time with me, and I'm not going to start now."

Beth nodded and disappeared down the hall toward the bedrooms. Taylor was on the verge of tears.

"This is all my fault," she said. "It was my plan."

"It was your plan," I semi-agreed. "But it was my dick. I could have said no. I could have insisted we make sure Beth was ok with it first. But I didn't. No, this is just as much on me."

"I'm sorry, Travis," she said.

"Me, too," I said, walking back down the hall toward the building exit.

"I'll fix this, Travis!" Taylor called out. "I promise!"

It sounded exactly like the promise I'd made to Chet before practice a few days ago.

I hadn't kept that one yet.

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