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Lois and Mike had drifted to a stop, mesmerized by the action on the screen; the departure of the players brought them back to themselves and what they were doing. Mike slowly resumed moving, discovering that Lois had tightened up considerably.
"Yes?" Lois turned her head to look at him -- was he done? Had the exit of their source of external stimulation made him realize what he was doing?
"Can you, umm, turn over? I don't know if it'll work for you that way, but it's a lot more, um, personal." Mike was looking at a feminine ass and hips and back and hair, but he was still poking an ass...
"Yeah, I can do that," Lois said softly, crawling forward to disengage. She and Ed had had missionary-style sex almost exclusively, so she knew that it worked -- and it DID present some of her best features... Unfortunately, it also presented her worst... She rolled over and settled herself, pulling her knees up. "You can carry my legs on your forearms, if you want, or I can hold them..."
"You first, while I settle in," Mike said, taking a good look at his target. Her little prick was right there, but it was still maybe something you'd hang off a twelve year old -- and flaccid. He nerved himself and lined up on her ass and started pushing; Lois' face took on a look of concentration and her ass started allowing his glans to push it open. Slowly, he worked his way in, moving gently -- but he'd been there before, so a certain amount of the work was already done. When he was buried to the hilt, he took her legs on his forearms and leaned forward to kiss her -- yeah, this was better...
Lois was touched by his care -- it reminded her forcibly of Ed. She rubbed his shoulders and ribs and back and what she could reach of his arms, kissing him hotly, urging him slowly to speed up. It was good -- VERY good -- good like it hadn't been for her in a long time... The change of position caused him to be in an even better position to poke her 'G-spot' and his cock felt good sliding in and out of her. She reached down to rub her nubbin and he didn't complain -- he just kept feeding her his tongue to suck and play with. She drifted into a dream state punctuated by flashes from her prostate that floated on layers of pleasure provided by his lips and his cock and boosted by her fingers as they manipulated her sensitive hunk of nerve tissue. It was pleasant, it was wonderful, it was... "Omigod!" she gasped, breaking free of his lips, panting, "I'm close! I'm gonna cum! Oh, fuck me, Mike! Fuck me hard! Oh, GAAAAWWWDDD!!!" Lightning flashed and thunder roared and she jerked and shook and her little nubbin pulsed and tried to do the job it had been designed to do but came up dry... "Ah, God! Give me your cum, Mike! Pound me -- use me -- fill me!"
Lois' ass had gone nuts with the rest of her; Mike couldn't say anything -- he was too far into his own release! Her ass had clenched and pulsed, her little ring clamping him, reluctant to allow him to move, generating tremendous friction. "HUUUHHNNNGGGG!!" he grunted, hunched over, as his cock let go, blasting his seed into her colon. His cock delivered his product a half-dozen times, then continued to pulse, dry. He relaxed into her arms and Lois was all over him, kissing his neck and his ear and rubbing everything she could get to, crying and holding him as tight to her as she could with her legs trapped the way they were. Mike released them, one at a time, only to have them cross over his lower back, trapping him against her. "Are you okay?" he wheezed.
"Okay? Oh, Baby, you have no idea!" she exclaimed, raining kisses on him. "No idea at all!"
Twenty minutes later, they were lying in bed, facing one another, delivering caresses. Lois had let him up, eventually, and he'd discovered the down-side of anal sex -- the mess. But she'd been up like a shot, bringing him a wet washrag and cleaning him carefully, muttering, "I'm so sorry, but right now, it's all I have..." Mike insisted it was okay -- and it was. They talked about school, amazed that they were going to the same one and had never seen one another. They finished the forgotten pizza and watched TV -- regular TV -- side by side on the bed. Finally, they went to sleep.
A dozen rooms away, on the far side of the hall, Melissa purred, stroking Mac's hard shoulders as he snored atop her, his head -- as advertised, between her heavy breasts. He'd been an animal -- they'd managed TWO more sets of 'pelvic thrusts' before he'd collapsed and drifted off, and she was cherishing a night that she knew she would long remember...
Mike awoke to Lois' lips and tongue massaging his rapidly erecting cock. "Uuuuhhh! Why are you doing that?"
"I want to." Her lips flowed over him again.
"Can I do anything for you?"
"No." This was a gift. He'd already done more than she'd ever expected -- almost more than she'd ever hoped! He'd worked through her issues -- physical, mental, and emotional -- and validated her as a sexually desirable person -- a FEMININE person! She owed him much more than she felt that she could ever repay!
True to form, however, that wasn't enough for him... "Come on! There has to be something..."
She smiled around his length and backed off it to say, "Okay, you can play with my breasts, I guess..."
It wasn't much, but it occupied his hands. Lois worshipped his erection until it turned to solid rock and belched like a volcano in her mouth, splashing his hot lava against her tonsils while he went rigid as a stone statue, his face a rictus of pleasure.
When he flopped back, he gasped, "You didn't have to do that."
"I owed you," she replied. "I owe you more than that!" She looked at the clock. "But I've got to run and clean up and get ready to go to class..." This was the exit line she'd come up with in the wee hours of the morning, watching him sleep and lamenting how unfair it was that she couldn't -- shouldn't -- expect more...
"Oh, shit! Me, too!" Mike lurched up. "We might have time for a shower, if we hurry..."
"I'll do mine in my room," she said gently, reaching for her blouse. She was already in panties. She stepped into her skirt, slid her feet into her heels without stockings, snatched up her purse, and headed for the door.
"Wait!" Mike bounded up and caught her before she reached the door. "Can I see you again?"
She smiled up at him, crookedly. "Are you sure you want to? You've given me so much -- but you don't owe me that."
"I don't understand..."
"I can't saddle you with me -- or, at least, I can't do it actively. It isn't fair to you. No doubt there are other girls -- girls who don't have the baggage I'm carrying around," she said softly. "I won't let you think you owe me -- that you have to be nice to me because you know my secrets..."
"And what if I WANT to?" he demanded.
"You can find me at school," she told him. "If you want to, you can chase me down -- I won't hide. But it will be your decision, not something I've influenced. Give things a day or two, and then, if you still want to see me, look me up. I'll understand if you don't..." She shook free and opened the door. "I can't thank you enough for what you've done already -- and I won't ruin it by pressing you into something you really might not want to get into, long-term. Bye, Baby." She leaned up and kissed him and he let her go -- because nothing else was going to work, he realized. She had her issues with self-esteem, and he'd been very nervous, right up until the final act. She was right -- he needed time and space -- and to stop thinking with his dick...
That didn't keep her from crying all through her shower and cleanup and -- almost -- during checkout. And it didn't keep her from driving impaired by eyes wet with tears. She didn't go to class that day, but she managed to pull herself together for work...
Mac and Melissa had parted company early, too, both bound for their places of work -- Melissa clutching a slip with what she HOPED was Mac's real telephone number. THAT would be too good to be true...
"So how was it?" Eddie Farnsworth was beside himself with curiosity when Mike got back to the dorm that Friday night. "Did you get laid?"
"Yeah," Mike admitted. "I got laid. I met this really hot, strange chick..." Mike ground to a halt, realizing that he couldn't give Eddie details -- and awash with shame and guilt because he wasn't protecting Lois -- he was protecting himself!
"So tell me!" Eddie demanded.
"A gentleman doesn't," Mike replied, "but I saw a lot of other wild shit..." He led Eddie away from Lois to the pool, sauna, and fitness center scenes.
"Gonna see her again?" Eddie brought him back.
"I dunno, Man -- she had issues, you know? Nice fuck, but..."
"Going out tonight?"
"Maybe for a beer." They did, too, the pair of them -- and ogled chicks and played pool and talked trash about their various conquests -- mostly fictional, to some extent. Somewhere, Eddie got the idea that Lois was fat, so Mike didn't want to talk about it -- he figured that the fitness center thing was Mike embroidering his run-in with the mystery girl to make it third person. Mike let it ride -- but felt like he'd betrayed her. Maybe he SHOULDN'T see her, if he couldn't deal with the fallout...
Lois didn't get home from work to the off-campus apartment she shared with two 'in the know' girls until almost midnight -- but one of them was there, waiting, anyway. "How did it go?" Sheila asked, grinning.
"Rough," Lois sighed. "and perfect. I met a guy -- and I proceeded to screw up in every possible way -- and he papered it all over and made it perfect, anyway!" She delivered a complete, blow-by blow description of her evening with Mike.
"So where is Mr. Wonderful now?" Sheila asked.
Lois let her tears float down her cheeks. "I let him go -- it wasn't fair to trap him into being good to me on a more permanent basis. I imagine at some point today, what he did -- at least, what OTHER people will think he did -- came home to him. By now, he's probably wondering if he is gay, and pretending to his friends that he struck out..."
Ultimately, despite the gory details, Sheila didn't believe her. 'If you found a guy like that,' Sheila reasoned, 'why would you let him go?' Either Lois struck out, or she got into some scene she would rather forget -- either way, there was no mystery guy named Mike... She nodded in the appropriate places while Lois cried herself out, but didn't believe a word.
It wasn't a fun weekend for anyone.
Tuesday, at eight p.m., Melissa minced diffidently through the doors of the health club where Mac had told her he worked. She'd been too scared to call the telephone number he'd given her, but they had a date, of sorts, tonight -- he was supposed to be there and take her on as a client. Of course, he could have been lying...
"Easy money," Mel McMinn muttered, looking up. "Watch me do my magic."
"Not that one," Mac clamped a hand on Mel's bicep. "She's mine."
"I'm next up!" Mel protested.
"But I stole her from Tawnya -- so she's my business! Go ask her!" Mac replied.
"Fuckin' A!" Mel bustled over to Melissa. "Hi, can I help you?"
"I'm looking for Mac," Melissa said quietly, unable to look up. "He's supposed to... train me."
"Ookay... He's around..." Mel couldn't miss Melissa's sigh of relief as he waved at Mac. 'One hurdle passed!' she thought.
"Okay, so you're right," Mel muttered under his breath as he and Mac passed each other.
"I always am," Mac retorted. "You came!" he said, his pleasure washing over Melissa.
"Yes." Melissa nodded tightly.
"Why didn't you call?" Mac asked.
"Well, you're here, and that's all that matters. Let me show you around." He proceeded to give her the grand tour. Melissa was nervous, embarrassed, and furtive. "What's wrong?" he asked her.
"I was more comfortable at the other place," Melissa confessed. "It was all girls -- you know?"
Mac waved it off. "No one cares. Only you and I are important. Trust me -- it will be fine."
"Okay." Mac signed her up for a thirty day membership and no money changed hands. "How much is it?" she asked.
"I will pay for this. Then you owe ME -- and I will make you work for it!" Mac told her. The look in his eyes gave her a rush -- and she wasn't even sure whether he meant sexually, or just through effort.
Finally, he put her on a stepper, whispering, "Remember what I gave you before? Finish your time..."
"Yes, Mac." Melissa nodded and got stepping, and Mac headed back to the desk.
"How long to you plan to coddle that little elephant you brought in?" Mel chuckled.
"Coddle..." Mac mused. "Watch and see -- you'll be surprised, I bet. I'll close up."
"Cool." Mel hated closing. Most of the other trainers had drifted out at eight. Nine o'clock came and Mac and Mel shooed out the lifers and Mel departed, wondering vaguely why Mac saved the chunky chick with the hooters until last. "Surely he isn't... Nah..."
Ten minutes later, Melissa was gloriously naked, her big tits hanging beneath her while she did 'deep-throat push-ups' over a supine Mac. Then they did 'sucking sit-ups' before going to the club's dry sauna for 'squats'. Finally, Mac popped her into the whirlpool and massaged her whole upper body. Melissa was in Heaven! "Can I come back tomorrow?"
"No," Mac told her. "You'll hurt yourself. Tomorrow is a quiet day. Thursday night, we'll do this again." Melissa looked like she wanted to cry. "But we're not done tonight -- if you want, we can go to my place and do pelvic thrusts..."
Mac's place had 'male jock' written all over it; Melissa wondered if he would let her clean it. But she did her part to muss his rumpled bed, lasting through two sets of 'pelvic thrusts' and falling asleep, exhausted, with his lips teasing one of her swollen nipples.
But she was up early; Mac padded into his kitchenette and found her wearing one of his robes -- open -- looking in the refrigerator. "Mac, Honey, do you eat?"
"Well, yeah. I don't cook the stuff, though."
"You need a domestic goddess in the worst way..."
"I won't argue THAT! The lady I have come in once a week HATES me!" Mac chuckled. He came up behind her and reached around to heft her jugs. "Know one?"
"I'm a working girl -- I probably make more than you do!" she retorted.
"I won't hold that against you..."
"Mac?" Melissa said softly, "What are we doing?"
"I think it's called a relationship." He kissed her neck.
"Is it?" she asked. "Really, truly? Because if it is..."
"If it is, what?"
"If it is, I know a part-time domestic goddess..."
"Is part-time often enough?" Mac chuckled.
"Mac, don't make me say something silly. I really couldn't take it if..."
Mac was silent. He had a feeling that things had just gotten very serious. "If you were to discover that I was taking advantage of you?"
"Something like that. Yes."
He stepped back, took a hand, and spun her to face him. "I don't know what to tell you. I don't know anything much about love. I can have sex with a woman at the drop of a hat, but it's all very different with you. We haven't spoken to each other about our pasts, or our plans for the future. Do I want you? I want to OWN you! Is that love? Maybe, but I'm not sure. Do I want you in my bed every night? Yeah -- but again, is that love?"
Melissa looked back, fear and hunger in her expression. "I want to give you what you want. Is THAT love? Or something else? I'm a big, fat, ugly woman who would grasp at any straw to find love and fulfillment -- and I'm not alone, there are millions of me out there. How could I hold you?"
"You are NOT ugly! I won't argue your weight -- that would be foolish -- but you are NOT ugly!" Mac rasped. "As for the other thing, possession is nine tenths of the law, I'm told."
"Maybe, but who possesses who, here?"
Mac grimaced. "All we can do is set some ground rules and see if we can live within them. Time will answer the other questions."
"Mac, part of how I got like this was that I gave my heart and got it handed back in little pieces..."
"And you now know that it can be reassembled, don't you?" Mac replied. "Everybody learns that -- nobody ever wins the first time. We learn to have diminished expectations, and where to draw the line in order to protect ourselves." He sighed. "I can't promise forever -- but nobody can. We may hate each other's guts in three months. But we need to roll the dice, I think."
Melissa eyed him and bit her lip. "Okay."
"Come here to me tonight -- maybe tomorrow, you can show me your place. Let's get a shower." An hour later, she was at work, subdued but efficient, automatically handling her everyday chores while wondering just what she'd gotten into.
Mike spent the next week trying to figure out why he'd invested so much in Lois -- and then walked. The only thing he could figure was that he was fucked up -- afraid somebody might think he was queer or something. Was he? No. But she'd read him like a book, and that was humbling. He'd done great things for her -- then tripped over his own clay feet.
It was Friday night. He was sucking on a beer watching girls dance at the local hangout. Eddie was at the Inn -- he got a lot more allowance than Mike. Mike didn't want to go back, anyway -- not to just find some chick and have a night of anonymous sex. He could do that here, theoretically -- except everyone was so busy pretending it wasn't possible that nothing much happened. The good thing about the Inn was that everyone knew what everyone else was there for -- and while it was theoretically the same here, everyone was pretending that they were the only one in the place who wasn't. Even at the Inn, women went there prepared to trade sex for a shot at a relationship -- they were just up-front about it. Of course, there were other women there to make a living, too, but that was okay -- it let guys who couldn't expect a relationship to get THEIR sex. This? This was stupid... He put his beer on the bar and walked out.
Back on campus, he parked himself on a bench in the quad. It was quiet -- there were few people out. He watched the lights go on and off in the dorms across the way for a while, thinking.
A blonde came up, a little unsteadily. "Hey, wanna smoke a little?" She parked herself on the edge of the bench, gingerly.
Mike shrugged. "Then what?"
"Whatever..." she eyed him sidelong.
"I don't think I deserve any female company right now..."
The girl giggled. "You sound like my roommate -- always concerned about who deserves this and is entitled to that. At least she's happier about it these days..."
Mike let it ride -- too cryptic. "Why me?"
"I came out to go to a party over on Greek Row," she replied, "but they're trying to re-make Animal House or something, so I left. You seem safer."
"I probably am."
"Well..." she eyed him sidelong.
"I like booze," he told her, "but go ahead -- I'll keep watch."
"That's pretty sneaky," she whispered, "You're gonna let me screw myself up while you stay sober. That's not fair!"
"I'm probably ahead of you," Mike lied.
The girl fished a joint out of her skirt pocket and lit up. "So why are YOU here?"
"Don't you like girls?" She sucked in a hit and started holding it.
"Yeah, but I don't deserve any -- or maybe they don't deserve me."
"Just like my roommate..." the girl shook her head.
"Sounds like maybe we have a lot in common. Maybe I should meet her." Mike murmured.
"She'd just give your fourteen reasons why you shouldn't date her -- and some of them are doozies, believe me!" The girl giggled, coughing.
"Like what?" Mike asked.
"Sorry -- can't tell you. Girl stuff. Pinky swear, and all that." She shook her head. "I can't let myself worry about all that -- I'm too big a chicken. I just face the music, you know? I go out, smoke a little, drink a little, get brave enough to let myself go -- and hope maybe I'll make a good impression on whoever I wake up with."
"What if he just thinks you're a slut?" Mike said, without thinking.
"Maybe, if that's all he's looking for, I'll be good enough..." The girl got a pensive look. "Damn! You're sure blowing the mood here! I swear, you're just like Lois!"
"What?" Mike jerked in surprise.
"Lois," the girl said. "My roommate. The one with all the ideas..."
"Do you need to go home?" Mike asked.
"Yeah, probably. Are you coming?"
"Yes, but you'll be disappointed..."
"Just like Lois..." Sheila shook her head.
Lois bought a six-pack at the package store on the way home; being noble wasn't so much fun that she could survive it unmedicated. The lights were out in Sheila's bedroom, but the stereo was going, playing something with a heavy beat, reasonably quietly. 'Home from the frat party already? That's a record,' Lois thought tiredly. 'I hope this one can find his way back to your bedroom from the bathroom...' She let herself in the door.
"Hi." Someone said from the shadows.
Lois jumped, then gathered herself. "Where is Sheila?"
"In bed. She'll probably be upset when she realizes that we didn't sleep together in the morning." The shadowy figure got up and moved toward her. "She smoked herself into oblivion while we talked about her amazing roommate."
'Oh, shit! She brought home a freak and he's gonna kick my ass -- or worse! Sheila's SOOO stupid!' "Wh--what did she say about me?"
"Nothing I didn't already know, actually. That you think too much, that you have issues... and that you have... an affliction..."
"Sorry I took so long..." Strong arms wrapped around her keeping her from collapsing. "You were right -- I needed a few days..."
"Oh, thank God!" Tears poured.
"Come on, sit in my lap and tell me how you've been..."
It wasn't quick or simple -- Lois backed and filled and Mike blocked her a few times, but when Sheila struggled up to pee at two-thirty, there were unmistakable sounds coming from Lois' room. Sheila went to stand in the doorway; there was the guy she'd brought home from the quad -- and he had Lois racked back with her knees up, pumping... "Jeez, Lo, I know you're hard up and everything, but I brought him home..."
"We didn't do anything, Sheila," Mike puffed. "You were, um, incapacitated."
"So you let Lois...? Dude, I know it's dark in here, but she's..."
"Unique?" Mike had stopped. "I thought you were her friend!"
"That's before she went and poached..."
"Sheila, Mike and I met last week," Lois rasped. "Now, if you don't mind..."
Sheila swung her glare to Mike, "Then you..."
"... Suddenly realized that you were talking about MY Lois. I TOLD you that you would be disappointed..." Mike finished.
"You owe me! Both of you!" Sheila ranted.
"Close the door, please?" Lois asked. Sheila slammed it. "I might have to move out," Lois husked.
"We'll think of something." Mike started moving in her again. This time, he brought himself to the vertical and reached down to manipulate her flesh.
"You don't... oooh... have to..." she gasped.
"Yes I do."
Sheila covered her head with a pillow to close out Lois' wail when she peaked.
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