I slept late the next afternoon. I would have slept later, but Lisa woke me with hot coffee about 1:30. She was sitting across the room. She looked serious. Serious and sad.
"You going to pull me from the contest?" I asked sullenly.
She gave me a look I couldn't read. "I've thought about it. What do you think? Do you want to quit?"
I rolled over and sat up in bed. "I've thought about it, too." I reached out and took a sip of the coffee she had brought. "If it means anything, I don't like what I did last night. It wasn't very nice." I didn't elaborate.
"I would hope not." She held up her hands, stopping my response. "No, no one said anything about what went on. In fact, I was half way expecting their house to file a complaint against you. Instead, well, they sent you a "Thank You" card." She held out a large Hallmark covered with signatures.
"Apparently the twin terrors have been babbling and incoherent since their return last night. They had never lost a match in three years. It wasn't just what you did to them. They were devastated that they had lost. To a man. And a non-Greek, to boot. Some of their sisters took the opportunity to stage a coup and voted them out of office and then kicked them out of the house. For, and I quote "conduct unbecoming a sister." The news spread like wildfire through the other houses this morning." Lisa paused, looking down at her hands. "Several houses got together and took up a collection and gave it to me to give to you."
I waited.
"I sent it back," she said quietly. She looked up at me, meeting my eyes.
I nodded that she had done the right thing.
"Mind you, John, I don't like what I'm seeing happen to you. I worry I may have misjudged you. Sure, those two were real bitches and probably got what they deserved, but I didn't expect you to be the one to give it to them."
She got up and came over to sit on the side of the bed. She wasn't being sexy. "What's the matter, John? What's changed?"
What I couldn't say before Thanksgiving suddenly came pouring out in a torrent of frustration and tears.
"Lisa, do you know how hard it is? All these great girls, they're so nice to me, and it's not just that they go to bed with me. They act like they like me, and not just because of, well, you know...
"And then it's over and they go home with Steve or Mike or Allen. I see them on campus and they wave as they jog by or they'll run up and hug me, anxious to introduce me to Steve or Mike or Allen."
"That's what's wrong, Lisa. Everyone - every single one of them has someone. Someone to go home to, to think about, to care about, to make them feel special. Someone to make plans with, to love. Everyone but me." OK, I was feeling a little sorry for myself. OK, a lot sorry. It didn't make the pain or the loneliness I felt any less painful or lonely.
She nodded. "Rita warned me about this happening. She said you were special, and she wasn't referring to your condition." She leaned forward. "Isn't there anyone in your classes that interests you?"
I shook my head. "No. Besides," I grinned at her wryly, "when you've had the best, the rest just don't measure up."
"John!..." Her voice broke a little, choked up.
"I know, Lisa, I know. I was just kidding. Sorry. I talked with Rita, too. I know it wouldn't work between us, but I miss that friendship or whatever it was we had. I really thought you cared about me, and not just because I -- of my condition."
"I did — I do, John!" she blurted. Then, "I miss it, too," she admitted quietly. I almost didn't hear her.
We sat in silence, our first really awkward time since that first day by the pool. I got my books together and she walked me to the library. The clean up crew was due soon.
I hadn't progressed very far with Poetry in the library so I went home. I had the stereo playing on a Blues station. I hadn't listened to it much before, but suddenly it seemed to express the way I felt right then. It wasn't loud, but it was intense and I almost didn't hear the knock on the door. I wasn't expecting anyone. It was Sunday and I didn't get visitors except for Friday and Saturday.
I opened the door and got a firm push back into my room. I almost didn't recognize her but it was Claire from next door. Fresh from the shower, her hair was slicked back and she had wrapped a light robe around her. She looked strange.
"What the fuck are you?" Another push. Well, more like a good nudge, both hands bouncing off my chest. She was batting at me more than pushing, but I retreated just the same.
"Every fucking weekend..." Another nudge and she kicked the door shut behind her.
"... Sometimes two at a time." You got it. Another nudge.
"Last night was the last straw." Another nudge. I sat down on the bed.
"Oh. I'm really sorry about that. You said you were going to be gone this weekend. Abby, too. Otherwise... ," I tapered off.
"Well I was here, God damn it!" She was standing over me, glaring. "At first we thought you were a gigolo, but then we saw all the boyfriends hanging around outside. We found some of them crying in the hallway, by the way. I'd avoid any dark alleys over on Frat Row, if I were you.
"Anyway, week after week I'd hear your fucking bed pounding on the wall. Over and over, all fucking night long. And just when I'd get to sleep... What? What is it?"
I was waving my hand at her. She had a pretty good head of steam up and I didn't want to interrupt her but, well...
"Um, uh, Claire, uh, your, uh, robe, um, it's, uh, well, uh, it came open, kind of."
There was no 'kind of' about it. Claire was stark naked under her robe. Of course, that didn't strike me as odd until later. Much later.
Claire looked down and, to her credit, tried to blush. She knew, as I now did, that she had nothing to be ashamed of, unless, of course, she was a prude.
She wasn't and the robe puddled around her feet when she shrugged her shoulders. She put one knee on one side of me, then pulled up her other knee on the other side, straddling me. If I stayed sitting up like I was, I was going to get a face-full of pussy.
I expected her to push me down on the bed, but instead she grabbed the back of my head and jammed my nose into her crotch. She smelled wet. Musky. Aroused. Suddenly I understood that look in her eye. I was going to say something about it, but at the moment, my list of options included sucking or licking. Speaking would have to wait.
I licked. Then I sucked. I licked some more, then sucked.
By this time I had figured out what she wanted and had worked my shorts off and down to my ankles. Claire sank down slowly, giving me a reverse tour of the journey I usually made. When her pussy met the tip of my cock she groaned. She didn't stop sinking.
Claire was the first woman to take me whole in one sitting. She said it was because of the childbirth of Sam. It had been difficult. But after that, she didn't want to talk. She just needed to be fucked.
Apparently all the nocturnal weekend activity had been driving her and Abby crazy. At first they were mad, then they got the giggles. Then, last night during that noisy session with the twins, something had snapped with Claire and she found herself incredibly horny. For me. Nothing else would satisfy her, and according to her, she had tried most everything else, including two of the guys down the hall, a vegetable and six sets of batteries for a personal appliance she had.
She still had an itch. So we scratched it and scratched it until it went away. And so did she. She had a son. She didn't need the complications of a boyfriend.
Monday Abby showed up. She missed her soldier, so she used me for an evening. It wasn't really using. I let them. I wanted them to. I just didn't want to be alone anymore.
Tuesday was Julie from the fifth floor. Wednesday Nicole from first. Thursday Shayla stood timidly in the hall when I opened to her knock. I happened to catch Claire looking out her door at us and she shooed us in. I suspected then that Claire had set up a schedule for me for the nights when Lisa didn't need me. I was right.
I didn't spend another night alone. We were all needy in the night, and they came to my room for any number of unspoken reasons, but when they left my room, I was still alone. It passed the time, but it didn't help the ache inside.
"Hi! Lisa sent me."
I stood staring at this young girl in front of me. I had answered the door and there she was. Yet another girl at my door, though there seemed to be something a bit different about her. The winter wind had whipped her long blonde hair into a disorderly mess that she didn't seem to notice. Her horn-rimmed glasses, taped together across the nose-piece, sat crookedly on her face, which was devoid of any makeup. Her long insulated coat was buttoned wrong, having one extra button at the top and an extra hole at the bottom. Her mittens, clutching a thick stack of books to her chest, didn't match. One end of the woolen scarf was tucked in her coat, the other end had been caught by the wind and was now hanging down her back.
I checked the clock. It was 8:00 Friday, but 8:00 in the morning. I invited the girl in and stumbled to the bathroom. And Lisa had told me I had this weekend off, too. Some big deal Greek function or something. Even classes were suspended for a long week-end. I had been hoping to spend the time studying and memorizing to be able to at least get enough of a grasp of the now-hated Poetry class to pass. It was going to be a challenge.
I looked at myself in the mirror and groaned. I had horns in my hair where I had slept wrong, two day's growth on my face and, looking down I saw that I had worn boxers to bed. I didn't own a robe. I was wide open. At least she hadn't screamed. College girls were like that, I was finding out.
I cleaned up as best I could, shaved, showered and wrapped a thick towel around my waist. I dashed into the room, retrieved my pants, went back and finished dressing.
When I came out, the girl was sitting at my desk, reading and scribbling notes furiously in a dog-eared notebook. The bed was made, my clothes picked up off the floor and the curtains were open. It was a beautiful winter day. She had been busy, not that she was responsible for the sunshine.
I went over and sat beside her at the desk. I watched her reading.
"I'm John," I finally said.
She looked over at me, tipping her head to look over her glasses at me. "I know."
She went back to reading. When she finished the chapter, she closed the book. I sat there, baffled. What the Hell was going on?
"Coffee? Lisa said you take yours black." She fished a thermos out of a bag I hadn't noticed and poured me a cup of the life-giving fluid. Our fingers touched as she handed me the cup and she blushed, turning her head away from me as if burying her face in her far shoulder.
It was good coffee. "Thanks."
She just nodded and refilled the cup.
We sat in silence while I finished the second cup. She didn't join me. I declined any more.
"Do you have a name?"
She nodded.
Thank God! I was beginning to think maybe her parents had forgotten something.
"Are you going to tell me what it is, or should I just snap my fingers when I want your attention?"
I had never seen a person blush, hide behind their hands, smile sheepishly, laugh and cry all at the same time. It took the young girl a while to get a grip.
"E-E-Emily."
"Hi, Emily. I'm John." I held out my hand.
She stared at it, like it was a snake or something. I was beginning to wonder what Lisa had told her about me. Then slowly, as if hypnotized, she extended her own delicate hand and placed it in mine. She made it seem like an act of total surrender, a maiden giving up her virtue but somehow I got the impression it wasn't all that unwillingly. She actually shuddered as I squeezed her hand slightly. If I wasn't mistaken,... No, she couldn't have...
"Why did Lisa send you, Emily?" I didn't think she was a contestant in the contest. If she was, she was too dumb to tell time. That didn't seem likely.
"P-Poetry. Help."
The poor girl was frightened to death about something.
"It's a nice day. Do you want to take the books and go for a walk? We'll come back when we get cold. OK?"
She was already putting her coat on before I finished asking. I grabbed my Poetry textbook and followed her out the door.
We walked and talked for most of the day. Once out of my room, she loosened up considerably. We would sit and I would read her a passage. Then she would take me through it line by line and get me to see what the poet was trying to say. I'm not entirely stupid, and I eventually began to understand. Still, why couldn't they just say what they mean?
I began to see why when she read me some passages. The words flowed off her tongue and danced among the leaves blowing in the icy wind around us. I could feel the rhythms of the horse' hoofs, the pounding of the lovers' hearts and the heavy sorrow of death. She showed me that I had been reading with my head, not my heart.
When Emily was talking about poetry, she was a different person. There was a spark, an exuberance that lit up her face. Her green eyes began to seek out mine and eventually they didn't turn away when we met. She had that sweet smile of an innocent child.
We had lunched in a small cafe, lingering until they closed to get ready for the dinner crowd. The sun was still bright and it was a bit warmer so we wandered from one end of campus to the other, strolling along, shyly getting used to each other's presence.
On our way back through the Quad a Golden Retriever pulled away from its owner and went romping across the sodden grass, barking gleefully, chasing leaves, birds and other pleasures normally forbidden in these hallowed halls of education. In its random rush to avoid capture by the pursuing owner, it bounded toward the tree Emily and I were standing under. As it ran past, I grabbed the trailing leash.
The dog kept running, but as it was now tethered at one end by the leash in my hand, managed only to tangle Emily and I together, running around us two or three times. We were forced together. It was our first contact.
I remember we were laughing at the happy dog, wrapped up facing each other, and then we weren't laughing. I got lost in her eyes. They were the color of emeralds and they captivated me as they searched my own. I felt her grab my elbows for support, the poetry books crushed between us. My breath caught in my chest. I couldn't breathe. I could feel my heart pounding, racing, and I remember thinking that I hoped she couldn't hear it.
I don't remember giving the leash back to the owner, but I must have. Pets aren't allowed in the dorm.
When dinner time came around she was shivering, so I steered us to a small tavern I knew. It just seemed natural, and she went in without protest. After my last major hangover the day after Dad left I had kept my imbibing to a minimum. The dinners in this place were superb, however, and I could get a student discount. It was one of the few places I frequented outside of the University.
Emily started to tense up again when I ordered wine with dinner. Two glasses, one for me, one for her. She toyed with her glass for a long time, then, seeming to come to some kind of decision, began sipping it steadily along with her meal. I didn't notice any change in her behavior and we only had one glass apiece.
We had coffees after dinner. It almost felt like a real date. Emily started touching on things other than poetry. She was a freshman, had lived here in town with her Mom and two sisters for the last five years. We found we had several things in common, growing up without a Dad being one neither one of us mentioned. She had a fascination with the Internet and was thinking about making that her major. Poetry was her true love, but you couldn't eat it for dinner, she said.
I found myself closing my eyes and listening to the sound of her voice. When she wasn't stuttering from fear and torn with tension, she had a low melodious voice. I could see tall trees swaying in the soft breeze in my mind's eye as she talked. Cool, tall, strong, firmly grounded.
Emily took my hand as we left the tavern. It was pretty late. "We can go back now," she said.
Something had changed between us when we got back to the dorm. Emily was shy again, but not terrified like she had been earlier. She took off her glasses and placed them on the desk. Without them she was quite pretty, and I began to understand they were a part of her defenses. Which were falling.
I don't know what she expected me to do. I think I was supposed to jump on her and violate her or something, but that wasn't my way.
She had just put her glasses on the desk.
"Well, it's late. I'd better be getting you home. I don't have a car, but I'll walk you."
"Oh! No!..." She stopped herself. Then, resolved, "I want to stay. A-All n-night."
Brazen hussy! If it weren't for the delicious blush creeping up her neck to the tips of her tiny ears, I just might have thought she meant it or that she wanted to, you know, test the mattress or something despicable like that.
"Emily?"
She turned away from me, but didn't flinch when I touched her shoulders. She was trembling.
"I'll take you home," I said quietly.
She shook her head, determined. "No. I have to stay."
Real romantic. Not 'I need you, ' or 'I love you.' I sensed there was something else going on here.
"Even if nothing happens?"
That got her attention. She looked up at me, horrified.
"Don't I... ? Don't you want... ? Aren't I pretty enough?"
God save me from insecure women. I turned her to me and she buried her face in my chest. It felt nice.
"You want to tell me what's going on?"
She shook her head. I could smell her hair. My temperature went up a couple of degrees. My defenses, never strong, melted slowly.
"You really want to stay?"
She nodded. I could smell her hair again. I was weakening fast.
"OK, but on my terms, agreed? You do what I tell you. Everything, or I take you home. OK?"
Emily looked up at me, eyes wide. Her greatest fear and her greatest hope, all in one package. She nodded assent.
"Good. Now go into the bathroom and get ready." I swatted her butt lightly as she hesitated. She squealed and scampered into the small room.
I heard water running and some flushing as I prepared the bed. I pulled the covers down to the foot of the bed and then laid a clean top sheet over the ones already on the mattress. I heard the door open and there stood the virginal Emily.
She was slender and deceptively tall. She had that habit of some taller girls of hunching over to minimize their height. She was dressed in her white athletic socks, white panties and a surprisingly well-filled soft cotton Hanes-type bra. And a wristwatch. I thought she was incredibly sexy.
"Lay down on the bed."
I think it surprised her, the abruptness. Just like that. Slam, bam, thank you ma'am. She probably had something a bit more romantic in mind for her deflowering. But she got on the bed.
"Comfy?" I asked, standing over her at the side of the bed.
She nodded, clearly frightened.
"Put your hands down, by your sides."
She did. I noticed she had her navel pierced. It struck me as odd. And very sexy. I started sweating. I hoped I could go through with this.
I picked up the side of the top sheet I had laid over the mattress. Lifting it over her I covered her torso, arms and legs, from her shoulders to her toes. I tucked the loose end under her arm and leg on the other side. Then I had her roll over to the other side of the mattress, winding herself up in the sheet as she went.
She was laughing hysterically by the time I had tucked the free end under her. She stopped laughing when I undressed, her wide eyes glued to my raging hardon sticking through the opening in my boxers.
I visited the bathroom, flushed, put the seat back down and went back into the room. I pulled the covers up over the bed covering her up to her neck, turned out all the lights but the side lamp. I paused for a minute, then slowly dropped my boxers. Naked, I crawled in beside the bundled girl.
Emily nestled into the protection of my side, laying her head on my chest. She was watching my face. I was watching hers.
"It's called 'bundling' or something like that," I explained. "They used to do it in the old days."
"I know what it is. And the guys were the ones bundled up, not the girls!"
"Yeah, well, I wasn't sure I could trust you loose."
She hesitated. "You're probably right."
"You want to talk about it?"
"What?"
"Well, for a girl with no obvious experience..." I held a finger to her lips to stifle her protest, "... you seem determined to get some." I paused. Something was missing. That wasn't quite it.
"Or is it me? You need to do it with me?"
Emily buried her face in my chest hair. She teased it with her breath, blowing it around.
"They laugh at me," she said finally.
"Who laughs at you?"
"Mommy and Joy. And Lisa. They make me leave the room when they talk about, you know, things."
Ah, yes. Things. "You mean sex? Things like that?"
She nodded.
"So you figured if you had sex, they'd let you stay, include you?"
"I've had sex before," she said, a bit defiantly.
"Really?"
"Well, almost."
Almost sex? Strangely, I knew exactly what she was talking about. It was the same kind of sex I had had before I met Lisa...
Wait a minute. "Joy is your sister? Joy, as in 'Catholic School Girl' Joy?"
Emily nodded.
"Why isn't Joy in Gamma Phi?" I had a sinking feeling I had screwed up, especially if Joy <was> Gamma Phi. But Lisa hadn't said anything.
"She's the rebel of the family. She joined the SigDees. She kind of takes after Daddy."
Not in everything, I thought, remembering some of her more wildly erotic movements. There had been something familiar about her and now I knew what it was. She had reminded me of Lisa in a basic sensual way, especially the Lisa of last two weeks before school when she had let out all the stops. Something else clicked, too. Things were falling into place.
It suddenly hit me, "Emily? Lisa didn't send you, did she? You're not really the tutor she was going to send, are you?"
"No. I took her place without telling them. But I left a note. They should get it when they get back tomorrow morning."
Oh, Fuck! Lisa was going to kill me.
"John?" Emily asked me after a couple of minute's silence.
"Yes?"
"Would you, umm, do you think, umm, I'd really like, oh, uh, a boyfriend?"
I lay there. Stunned. Unless I had forgotten how to decode messages from shy virgins, I think Emily had just asked me to be her boyfriend. I mean, I knew how I felt. What I wanted so desperately. But Emily? Lisa's sister? Now it was my turn to stammer.
"Uh, umm, well, uh, can we, er, talk about this a minute, Emily?"
"John, I know what you do."
"What do I do?"
"You're in a fucking contest for the Gamma Phi house. You're going to win, too." There was a note of pride in her voice.
"That doesn't bother you?"
"Should it?"
Now I was really confused.
"What?"
"Do you love Lisa?"
Why was everyone so fucking concerned about that?
"Uh, I care for Lisa, but, no, I don't love her."
"Yet you two were, uh, intimate all summer, right?"
'Intimate' was one way to put it. 'Fucking like minks' was another. "Yes."
I waited.
"Emily?"
"What?"
"What was your point?"
She sighed that exasperated sigh women reserve for men, infants and non-housebroken pets. The 'do I have to explain <everything> to you' sigh.
"If you and Lisa could do all that, uh, stuff together all summer and you don't love her, why would I care about a one night stand?"
"There have been and will be more than one, Emily. A lot of them." I wondered whether to tell her about servicing the lonely hearts in the dorm, too. "There are others outside of the contest, you know..."
"I know about them, too."
"That doesn't bother you?"
"Lisa and Mommy think you just don't want to be alone. They say you're helping all those lonely girls, too." She blew the hairs around my chest some more, thinking. "That would have to be cut down a little. You have to have time to study and well, I'm going to want some of your time, too. You know, when we, you know..." She stopped, blushing at the thought of us having sex.
"What about Spring Break?"
"Lisa said you got really excited about that, what with some of the girls being virgins and all. How could I refuse to let you go? I wouldn't be a very understanding girlfriend if I did that, would I?"
"Wait a minute. I thought you said they made you leave the room when they talked about sex and stuff."
"They do. But I don't shut the door." She paused. "Did Lisa really try to take you up, you know, the back way? And the twins? Did you really do all that rough stuff?"
Emily was going to be a handful.
"Yes."
"Wow." I could tell she was thinking. "Will you do it to me like that, too, in my butt?"
I gathered her to me, hugging her tightly. My erection pressed against her thigh and I felt her catch her breath. I answered her carefully.
"Emily, when you're ready, we'll do anything you want. Some women don't like to do certain things." Lisa had told me over and over never to force anything on a woman. Some of her instructions had apparently stuck.
She looked up at me, her luscious green eyes serious. "Like taking your thing in their mouth and stuff?"
I nodded.
She was quiet for a minute. "I want to do everything, John. But only with you. You're going to be my first, all over."
I had died and gone to heaven. I kissed her forehead. I hoped she didn't see the tears of joy. We lay silent for a while.
"Why were you hesitant to drink the wine at dinner, Emily?"
"I have a low tolerance for alcohol. I didn't want be out of it when you took advantage of me." She grinned up at me mischievously.
"But you drank it anyway."
"That's when I decided to take advantage of you. I saw you were going to be too much of a gentleman. So I figured I was going to need it." She giggled as she looked at the sheet binding her tightly. "Oh, well."
We snuggled for a while getting used to each other's teeth with our tongues.
"Is what Lisa said true? About it never going down?"
"Uh-huh."
"Can I see it?"
"Didn't you get a good enough look before?"
"Well, yeah. But that was, um, before you were my boyfriend. Uh, I think I should get to see what I'm getting, don't you?"
"Oh, you mean I should get to see you, too?" I asked as I started to peel the sheet down below her breasts.
"Oooo, Jooohn," she squealed, squirming under my onslaught. I rolled her over on her back and got on top of her, straddling her stomach. The blankets still hid me from her, though I was pressing down on her stomach pretty firmly.
She was breathing heavily through her nose, but did not protest as I eased the top of her cotton bra down, exposing one perfect breast. She was a duplicate of Lisa, only better, if that were possible. I pulled aside the covers to expose myself to her.
"Beautiful."
"Yes, it is."
"I meant your thing."
"And I meant yours. Beautiful." I looked her in the eyes. Finally.
"Emily, do you kiss 'Good Night' on the first date?"
She shook her head, grinning as she saw where I was headed.
"Could you count what we did today as a first date?"
She nodded, giggling.
"So I can't kiss your lips?"
"Nope," she teased and pursed her lips together tightly, teasing me playfully.
"Well, I'm going to kiss you good night anyway."
I eased myself down on top of her, and kissed her long sweet neck. Then I moved down to her exposed shoulder and the delicate spot where her neck and shoulder join.
Emily was shaking, but she didn't say 'no.' I trailed my lips lower, over the beginning swell of her exposed breast. Her shaking increased to trembling. I captured the erect bud and flicked it with my tongue lightly. Emily squealed silently behind her compressed lips. She shuddered for a long time.
"Good night, sweet Emily."
I pulled her bra back up and covered her. I rolled over off of her and she lifted her head so I could put my arm under her head, supporting her. My free hand drifted towards her chest and attached itself. It felt right.
Emily was silent, though I could tell she wasn't sleeping. Tremors would pass through her occasionally, like aftershocks from an earthquake.
"John. I wet myself."
"I'm sorry. I thought you went to the bathroom."
"No. Uh, not like that."
"Huh?... Oh! When?"
"When you kissed 'sweet Emily'."
"Oh."
"What are you going to name the other one?"
I laughed.
"I don't know. Maybe I'll know when I meet it. Next time. Now, good night!"
"G'night." Then so soft I only heard it because I was longing for it, "I love you, John."
The door to my room burst open around 10:00 the next morning. Had I not been expecting it, I might have been surprised. As it was, I was going to have to replace the latch.
"WHERE'S MY BABY SISTER, YOU CREEP? WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO HER? IF YOU TOUCHED ONE SINGLE HAIR ON HER HEAD, I'LL CUT OFF YOUR FUCKING BALLS. DO YOU UNDERSTAND? WHERE IS SHE?"
Lisa burst in. I assumed she was a tad upset, so I let her vent. I focused instead on the tall woman standing in the doorway.
"Hello, Rita," I said gently. I got up and went over to her. Emily and I had only just gotten up and all I had on were my boxers. Taking her into my arms, I kissed her deeply.
"Oohh, God. Hello. To both of you," she sighed as her hand found and captured my erection. "I've missed you."
That last was directed solely to my cock. I didn't feel slighted.
"Moooother! Stop that! I knew it was a mistake to bring you!"
Rita ignored her ranting daughter. She cocked her head towards the bathroom and looked at me questioningly.
I nodded.
She walked over to the disheveled bed and picked up the extra sheet. She looked at it oddly for a moment, then smiled.
"You?"
I shook my head. "Emily. Like a mummy."
"Smart boy, John." She then lifted the covers and threw them back, exposing the fitted bottom sheet. Lisa was still fuming, ranting and yelling.
Rita came back over to me, latching on to my neck with one hand and my erection with the other. She pulled me to her and whispered into my ear.
"Is she OK?"
"Yes. I'd even say she's happy."
"What about you? Lisa mentioned you were having some problems."
"I don't think that will be a problem any more, Rita."
"Since when?"
"Since last night. Well, yesterday. At the old oak in the Quad."
"But I thought nothing happened last night..."
"It didn't. But it will when she's ready." I wanted to make that clear. "The only thing that happened last night was that I named her right breast 'Sweet Emily' and she christened my cock 'Little John.' We're still debating on what to call her other tit."
"Sweet Jesus..."
"Well, I suppose we could call it that, but I'm partial to 'Rita'. Of course, I'd have to thoroughly examine the original model first. Without a blindfold, this time."
"Oh, God, John! Stop teasing or I'll take you right here on the bed."
Through all of this Rita never released me, holding me to her tightly. Finally, Lisa's shouting was getting to both of us.
"Lisa! Shut up!"
If Lisa was a General in the hierarchy, this was the voice of the Commander-in-Chief. Lisa stopped in mid-tirade and looked at her mother.
"Look. What do you see?" She pointed at the bed.
"Nothing. So what? He was here all night with her, Mom. He ruined her, I know it..."
"LISA!"
Lisa shut up.
"Look again. What <don't> you see?"
Slowly it dawned on her. No telltale blood stains. None. The sheet was spotless. She looked at me, at her mother, then down to see if I was still hard. She couldn't believe her sister had spent the night with me and was still a virgin. In her world, that wasn't possible. She knew she couldn't have resisted if was her and it incensed her that her sister might be better than her in some way. She was very competitive. But then, they all were.
"But- But how?"
"Because he's a gentleman, Lisa and he's smarter than you are."
"Huh?"
"Lisa, you made a very basic mistake. I hope you learn from this."
"What? What did I do wrong?" Lisa was bewildered.
"Just because a man is screwing you, does not mean he will lose all his ability to think. I know that works for most men, but not all. John is one of those few who can screw and stew at the same time. You didn't see that in him, Lisa.
"I knew you had underestimated him the night you brought him up to the house for his exam." She turned to me. "You almost had everything put together then, didn't you?"
I shrugged noncommittally and gave a sheepish grin. If she wanted to give me credit for being smarter than I was, I wasn't going to argue with her. Rita laughed and I knew she had caught me out.
Billows of steam announced the timely arrival of the prodigal daughter. Emily stepped into room, the clouds obscuring her vision until she was in the middle of all of us.
"Sweetie, could I use your toothbrush?" She finally saw Lisa and her mother standing in the room with me.
"Oh, Hi Sis, Mom. Mom, please let go of little John, OK? That's mine, now."
Rita reluctantly released her hold on my cock.
"'Sweetie'... ?" Lisa looked at me in horror. "Yours... ? What do you mean 'yours, ' Emily?" Lisa called after her sister, who had disappeared back into the bathroom.
"What do you think it means, Lisa? He's my boyfriend now."
"What? How? Since when?"
"Since last night. Well, yesterday. In the quad, by the oak tree. There was this dog..." She looked at me and grinned. I was right. It had been a magic moment.
Emily came out and stood in the doorway of the bathroom. She held up the back of her wrist to her forehead in an overly dramatic pose.
"Oh, Lisa! John was so gentle with me. First we got undressed. Then he got me in bed so forcefully I nearly swooned. He dropped his shorts and then he turned into a real pussycat. He had me rolling over and over, and then, right at the end, he made me cum again and again and again. And his tongue! What can I say? Oh, it was so wonderful, Lisa. But, then, you remember what he can do to a girl? Don't you, Sis?"
Lisa wheeled on her Mom. "You said nothing happened, Mom!"
Rita was holding her sides, laughing. She had listened carefully to what Emily had said. She hadn't lied, but she hadn't really said anything either. She was her mother's daughter and Rita was openly proud of her baby. Even if it was at the expense of her oldest daughter. She just kept laughing, holding her sides, tears forming and running down her cheeks. Lisa was not going to get any help from Rita.
Lisa turned on me. "But what... what about the contest?" she sputtered.
"I don't know. Let's find out."
I hollered toward the bathroom, "Emily, Honey? What about the contest?"
Emily stuck her head out. "He's going to win," she stated simply. She ducked back inside.
Lisa came over and stood in front of me, beaten. She had a 'lost little girl' look on her face. Too much had happened too fast, fallen down around her, her neat little house of cards in ruins. She put her arms around my neck and lay her forehead wearily on my chest.
"John? Hold me? Please?" It was the first time she had asked.
I slid my arms around that sexy waist and held her gently.
"I have a girlfriend, Lisa. I want you to understand that."
She looked up at me with a rueful smile and nodded.
I think she finally understood.