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Death by Money
by Heatheranne (hthranne@aol.com)

***

Kris Allen is rich, beautiful, eighteen and a recent 
high school graduate. So, party hearty until college 
starts? No, she decides to investigate the death of 
her mother, a case more than a decade old. (MF, mast, 
voy, mc)

***

PART 1

For a billionaire computer genius and Internet 
entrepreneur, Joseph Allen had one very messy, paper 
filled desk. He could work a computer like a virtuoso 
worked his instrument, but when it came to reading 
data he liked to view it on the printed page. He was 
something of a packrat too. That was why his home 
office was stuffed with an assortment of mismatched 
filing cabinets, filled with reports, memos and 
papers, both public and private. 

This morning, he had been studying a business proposal 
for three straight hours when he decided to take a 
break. Joseph tossed the hundred page proposal onto 
his desk, creating a small avalanche of paper on a 
stack two feet away. "Oh shit," he muttered as he 
lurched forward to stabilize the flow of printed 
matter.

When he had things settled down, Joseph stretched, sat 
back in his chair and checked his watch. A grin 
crossed his face. It was time to have some fun. He 
relocated some reports to uncover his keyboard and 
mouse. It took only seconds for him to bring up the 
view he wanted on his large, high definition monitor. 
The display was divided into quadrants. Each quadrant 
showed the view from a different security camera. The 
four views were of the same room, just from different 
angles. 

The roughly square room was devoted to exercise. Along 
one wall were strength building machines, marvels of 
weights and cables and pulleys. The area next to an 
adjacent wall was devoted to aerobic machines: 
treadmill, stair-stepper and a stationary bike. A 
third wall held a punching bag and a speed bag. The 
floor in the center of the room was open and cushioned 
with sport mats. 

There were two people in the room. One was Tom Lee, a 
martial arts expert who was best known for his work 
with various Hollywood stars in action films. He was 
also a fight choreographer and he sometimes appeared 
in films. He was a handsome man with a slight Asian 
cast to his features and thick black hair. His 
shirtless body looked to be not quite six feet tall, 
and chiseled from long hours of exercise. But there 
was something else unique about Tom Lee, something 
that was covered by his loose fitting gym pants. Tom 
Lee was reputed to be one hung stud. He had been 
implicated in at least one high profile Hollywood 
divorce, and it was said that his demand for personal 
training sessions among the bored wives of studio 
executives was through the roof. 

But as great an example of the human form as Lee 
exemplified, the other person in the room was the eye 
catcher. Her name was Kris and she was stunningly 
beautiful. She stood as tall as Lee. Her hair was 
flame red and fell in a ponytail to the middle of her 
back. Kris had emerald green eyes, and even without 
makeup and with a sheen of sweat, her face put most of 
Lee's Hollywood wives and starlet girlfriends in the 
shade. Kris had the long, sleek muscles of a female 
athlete. She was wearing black gym pants that rode low 
on her hips, and a bright yellow workout bra top that 
compressed, but couldn't hide her generous breasts. 

"Mmm...nice outfit, girl," Joseph said. He reached 
down to his crotch and gave his cock a couple of 
squeezes. 

Kris was throwing a series of kicks and punches at the 
punching bag as Lee looked on. When she stopped, he 
moved in and repositioned her right elbow and right 
foot. Then he gestured for her to continue. Kris went 
through the series once more as Lee went to a bench 
and picked up a pair of bright orange, teardrop shaped 
mitts, the palms of which were wide and thickly 
padded. He walked to the center of the room, slapped 
the mitts together and assumed a fighting stance. Kris 
approached him, legs spread and hands at the ready. 
Lee made a come ahead gesture and Kris once more went 
through a series of punches and kicks, only this time 
she hit Lee's mitts as he moved them high and low and 
side to side. 

There was no audio feed from the room, so Joseph 
couldn't hear the impacts as Kris pounded at the 
mitts, but there was no mistaking the fact that her 
hits were growing in intensity. Lee's hands were 
jerking backwards as he absorbed the increasingly more 
frequent and powerful blows. Pretty soon, Lee was on 
the defensive. He was no longer presenting the 
training mitts as targets, now he was moving to block 
the strikes and kicks that Kris was bringing from 
every angle. 

Lee had to give ground so as to keep up with Kris. He 
stayed in a fighting stance with his knees bent, left 
foot forward and his weight balanced. He moved in a 
series of short hops where his toes never really left 
the floor. The mats covering the floor interlocked but 
they were worn and not as smoothly joined as they once 
had been. Lee's foot caught in a seam just as Kris 
threw a flurry of punches. Lee became unbalanced. He 
turned, tucked his body in and rolled. Anyone who had 
ever seen Lee in a movie would expect the man to 
gracefully pop back up onto his feet. And that 
probably would have happened here, except that one of 
the mitts on his hand caused his wrist to twist 
awkwardly when it hit the mat. Lee continued into a 
second roll on the floor, trying to buy himself time 
and room to recover gracefully. But Kris didn't give 
him the chance. She leapt on top of the man and they 
turned over and over on the floor in a wrestling 
match. 

Lee wound up lying on his back as Kris pinned him 
down. She straddled his torso on her knees. She had 
his wrists gripped in her hands. He was struggling, 
more for show than any effect and they were both 
laughing. As their laughter eased, the two gazed into 
one another's eyes. Lee's hands went to her waist and 
he pulled her down. Kris hesitated for a second but 
then she kissed him, long and hard. 

"Mmmm... very nice," Joseph muttered to himself. He 
reached beneath his desk and toggled a switch. A soft 
click sounded from across the room as the door locked. 
He unzipped his fly and pulled out his cock. It was as 
hard as any man's cock ever got. Unfortunately, a 
generous measurement would put it at one and a half 
inches in length and half inch across. His pinky was 
almost that big. Joseph began to masturbate with his 
thumb and forefinger; his eyes flicked from one camera 
view to another as he sought out the best angle to see 
Lee and Kris' hungry tongues and lips. 

The couple kissed eagerly. Their tongues stabbed into 
one another's wide open mouths. Kris lay on top of 
Lee, her fingers wrapped in his long black hair. Lee's 
hands were all over Kris, unfortunately for him 
though, the big orange mitts prevented him from 
copping a feel. He must have said something to Kris 
about it because she suddenly sat upright, laughing. 
She grabbed at his left arm and pulled off its 
interfering mitt and then she did the other one. As 
she tossed the padded practice wear into a corner, 
Lee's hands went to her magnificent tits. He kneaded 
at the twin globes of her breasts as they resumed 
their hot, hungry kisses. 

They began to dry-fuck as their pelvises bucked and 
rubbed together. Lee's hands tugged at Kris' workout 
top. The material was necessarily tight and she had to 
help. In a few seconds, the top was tossed aside and 
Kris' awesome breasts were in view. They were D-cups 
with no hint of sag on her youthful body. Her nipples 
were hard and distended with lust, and her creamy skin 
was flush with the rosy glow of heavy exercise and 
sexual excitement.  

Lee took one of her tits into his mouth. He laid his 
tongue over and around her aroused nipple as she held 
his head there, her hands twisted in his long hair. He 
worked at one taut nipple and then the other. Kris' 
head lolled from side to side, biting her lower lip in 
pleasure. She let him have his way with her superb 
tits for two long minutes and then she acted. She 
stood and straddled Lee's prone body while she did a 
strip tease with her pants. She ever so slowly pulled 
at the drawstring at her waist while her hips gyrated 
and thrust to an inner rhythm. She let the string flow 
through her fingers until she was holding them by the 
knots at the tips. With a flourish, her fingers opened 
and the loose fitting pants fell to the floor 
revealing a pair of white, low riding boy shorts. 

Joseph was really regretting that he couldn't hear 
what was going on. Lee had locked his hands behind his 
head, and he was obviously remarking on the practical 
nature of Kris' undies. She made a face at him and 
dropped her shorts to her feet. Flicking one foot up, 
she tossed the shorts into the air, caught them, 
stretched the elastic waistband over her thumb and 
shot the underwear at Lee's face. Showing his 
remarkable reflexes, Lee caught the shorts. He gave 
Kris a lascivious smile and then he took a deep sniff 
of the shorts and even licked at the crotch. Then he 
tossed them aside and smiled daringly at Kris. 

Joseph marveled at Kris' nude form. Her hair, her 
tits, her flat abs, her dimpled ass and long shapely 
legs seemed perfect to him. Her pussy was nude except 
for a trimmed triangle of red hair that sort of 
pointed out the way to her slit of a pussy. He watched 
as Kris attacked Lee's pants. She unbuckled the built-
in belt, grabbed the waistband and jerked. She skinned 
off his pants, and the slipper like shoes he had been 
wearing. All that was left was a skin tight pair of 
black latex shorts with a silver pouch to hold his 
goodies. And that pouch looked full to bursting. 

She went to her knees beside Lee and put her hand to 
the pouch and her lips to his. Her kisses became 
lighter and less urgent. Her hand on Lee's manhood 
moved slowly. Joseph stroked himself with the tip of 
one finger and murmured, "You brought him to a boil 
and now you're going to make him simmer for a while? 
I'm not sure he's the kind of man who likes that." 

Indeed, Lee's hips bucked and twisted as he tried to 
urge her on. Whenever he moved a hand, she would slap 
it away. Finally, he'd had enough. He snatched Kris' 
wrist and shoved, using the leverage of her locked 
elbow she toppled sideways as Lee swung his legs over 
her torso. Now she was pinned beneath him. He grinned 
down at her with an I-am-man-and-I'm-in-charge 
countenance. For a second, Kris' face hardened, 
something dark and menacing happened behind her eyes 
and then it was gone. She gave Lee a sultry smile. 

Lee stretched and Joseph got a good view of the 
martial arts instructor's cock as the man skinned off 
his tight underwear. This Hollywood legend turned out 
to be no Hollywood myth. Lee's cock had to be at least 
eight inches and a thick eight inches at that. "Damn, 
why couldn't have I inherited one of those?" Joseph 
sighed. Then he smiled ruefully, he had to admit that 
he would probably just be the same old schlub, 
masturbating an eight inch cock instead of the tiny 
wiener he stroked in reality. 

Lee grazed his left forefinger along his cock's cum-
tube and a teaspoon of clear pre-cum fell like syrup 
onto the fingers of his right fingers. He smeared the 
cream around his cock-head and up Kris' puffy pussy 
lips. He spent a minute massaging her clit with his 
thumb, but it was clear from the way she swirled and 
thrust her hips that Kris didn't need any foreplay. 
Her legs opened wide in invitation. 

Lee maneuvered his dusky-red cock-head between Kris' 
vaginal lips. In one slow but steady push, he fully 
planted his masterful cock deep into her willing 
pussy. Lee placed his hands on either side of Kris' 
shoulders and locked his elbows. He began to swing his 
hips, ravaging her pussy with long, hard strokes. For 
a minute, Kris let him set the pace, but then she 
wrapped her legs around his waist and began to meet 
his thrusts. 

"Damn, I really need to mic that room," Joe said to 
himself. He could just imagine the slap, slap, slap of 
those two magnificent bodies as they slammed against 
one another. Kris' mouth was open, her head rolling 
from side to side. No doubt there were some delicious 
moans and groans escaping from her. 

Joseph's fingers flew up and down his diminutive 
penis. He was certain that that their frantic coupling 
couldn't last very long. Sure enough, Lee's face 
screwed up and his back arched. His strokes became 
involuntary shudders. Lee was coming and so was 
Joseph. A couple of watery streams of semen flowed 
from his cock-slit and ran down his fingers. He took 
his eyes from the screen long enough to pull tissues 
from a nearby box and wipe away the weak evidence of 
his orgasm. When he had disposed of the tissues, 
Joseph turned his attention back to the screen. He was 
prepared to close his voyeuristic window and return to 
work, but he was surprised to see Lee still humping 
away.

Had he not cum, or was he the sexual superman of his 
reputation? His cock was still thoroughly hard; there 
was evidence of that from one of the camera angles. 
Even though his own passions were quenched for the 
moment, Joseph continued to watch. He couldn't tear 
his eyes away. Kris seemed to be going through orgasm 
after orgasm. In between spasms, he could read her 
lips. It wasn't hard to pick out the words, "fuck me" 
and "harder, harder." She clung to the corded muscles 
of Lee's shoulders, and her hips continued to slam 
into his at a frantic pace. No doubt her clit was 
getting banged with every thrust. 

Within a few minutes, Lee shuddered through three more 
orgasms without, so it seemed to Joseph, any 
refractory period. Then Kris released him from the 
grasp of her legs and arms and pussy. Lee's right arm 
collapsed, he fell onto his side and rolled onto his 
back. His body was covered in sweat and he flung his 
arm over his eyes. His cock shriveled as if someone 
had tossed a bucket of cold water on it. 

In contrast, Kris sprang to her feet as if she had 
just taken a refreshing nap. She walked around the 
room, picking up her clothing. She took her panties 
and used them to wipe between her legs. She dressed in 
pants and top. When she came to Lee's shirt, she 
shuffled her foot under it and tossed it over his 
diminished manhood. Taking her shoes and soiled 
panties in hand, she said something to Lee and walked 
out the door. Lee stirred and picked up his shirt like 
someone in a daze.

Joseph diminished the window that showed the workout 
room. He leaned back in his chair and said, "Well, 
that...that was something."

An hour later, Joseph was still at work when someone 
tapped at his office door and rattled the knob. Joseph 
hit the button for the lock and the door opened. Kris 
walked in. She'd had a shower. Her mane of red hair 
flowed freely halfway down her back. She was wearing a 
pink, knit polo top that bulged nicely from the press 
of her generous tits and a pair of khaki cargo shorts. 
A pair of stitched deck shoes completed her casual 
look. 

She crossed the room, wrapped her arms around Joseph's 
neck and kissed the bald spot on the crown of his 
head. "Hi, Dad," she said. 

Joseph patted arm and said, "Hello there, birthday 
girl, I see you're up at the crack of noon."

Kris briefly tightened her hug as if to strangle her 
father. "I'll have you know that I've been up for 
hours. I had a light breakfast and then I worked out 
with Tom Lee."

And what a workout it was, thought Joseph as Kris 
unwound her arms, stuck her hands in her pockets and 
walked to the overstuffed chair that he kept for 
reading and the occasional guest. For the millionth 
time he was reminded of his late wife, Allyson, in 
Kris' features. Kris was taller and had a larger 
frame, but she had her mother's green eyes, oval face 
and button nose. Perhaps her lips could be tad more 
full, but that was begging for perfection. No one 
would ever fault the way she filled out her top and 
shorts. His mind drifted back to when he'd met 
Allyson.

*

Joseph rushed through the door of Greene Cafeteria on 
the campus of Western State University. By his watch, 
he had only two minutes before they stopped serving 
lunch. He hurried past tables of students who were 
finishing their meals or simply hanging out until 
their next class. He noted one table that had at least 
a dozen coeds seemingly all chattering away at once. 

Joseph went through the lunch line gathering up plates 
of meatloaf, mashed potatoes, green beans and a salad 
that consisted of a glop of cottage cheese atop a pear 
slice and a lettuce leaf. For dessert he picked up a 
bowl with two chocolate-chip cookies. At the end of 
the line, he got a box of milk and swiped his student 
ID through a card reader. The cashier and ID checker 
lady gave him a bored nod as she always did. 

The huge cafeteria was mostly empty. Joseph bypassed 
several tables until he was assured of privacy by 
separation. He put down his tray and sat his book bag 
on the other side of the table. Using the bag as a 
prop, he opened one of his textbooks and began to read 
as he ate. He had taken only a few bites when he 
noticed that someone had stopped beside his table. He 
looked up to see a very pretty blonde. She had a half 
questioning, half expectant smile and said, "Mind if I 
sit here?"

He pointedly looked at the sea of empty tables that 
surrounded them before he shrugged and said, "No, I 
don't mind."

She took a seat diagonally across from him. "I'm 
Allyson," she said as put down her tray. 

"Joseph," said Joseph absentmindedly. He could only 
wonder why this good looking – no, beautiful female 
had chosen to sit with him. Then the gears meshed in 
his mind and he glanced over his shoulder. Sure 
enough, at the girl filled table that he'd noted on 
his way in, a half-dozen pairs of eyes suddenly cut 
away from his. He had a pretty good idea of what was 
going on here. 

"So you're pledging Theta Theta?" he asked. 

Allyson's fork, which held a tidy portion of cottage 
cheese, paused midway in its journey to her lips. Her 
lunch consisted of two of the so called salads, some 
of the dessert cookies and a bottle of water. It 
looked as if she was in no danger of packing on the 
college pounds that so many students collected. 

"Uh...yes, yes I am," she said. "How did you know?"

Joseph shrugged. He didn't have an eidetic memory, but 
it was pretty darn close. He had replayed his walk 
into the cafeteria in his mind. He remembered that 
several of the girls at the table in question were 
wearing Theta Theta sweaters or sweatshirts. Plus, he 
had seen Allyson listening attentively to an 
upperclassman. "I just noticed you sitting with that 
bunch back there," he said, nodding sideways.

He took a bite of meatloaf and mulled over what he'd 
heard about the girls of Theta Theta. Mostly they were 
known as a social sorority, with an emphasis on the 
social – that is, lots of wild parties. One popular 
story on campus concerned the Greek letter theta 
itself. It looks like an upright oval with a 
horizontal bar in the middle. Therefore, a girl 
wearing two good sized thetas on her chest had her 
boobs highlighted. Supposedly, only girls who could 
pack the thetas full, so to speak, were considered for 
membership. Then Joseph remembered something else the 
Theta Thetas were known for, especially this early in 
the school year. 

"So I guess you want to ask me to the nerd ball," he 
said. That was a dance, or maybe it was simply a 
party, where Theta Theta pledges had to bring an 
unsuspecting nerd for a date. 

The expressions that washed across Allyson's face went 
from surprise to exasperation to confusion. "No! I... 
well... I... maybe," she stammered, "you seem to know 
a lot for a freshman," she finally spit out. 

"I suppose there are lots of freshmen who don't know 
about the nerd ball, but I'm a senior," Joseph said. 

Allyson looked accusingly at the table full of her 
maybe sisters-to-be. "Well, they said you were a 
freshman, and you certainly don't look old enough to 
be a senior."

Joseph swallowed a gulp of milk and said, "I just 
turned eighteen, but I've been here a couple of years. 
I've got enough credit-hours to be a senior."

"Oh, I see," said Allyson. She used the tip of her 
fork to square up another morsel of cottage cheese on 
her plate. "So that's a no on the party?"

Joseph said, "Aren't you supposed to ask some poor, 
and very unsuspecting dweeb?"

She nodded toward the table of girls. "What they don't 
know won't hurt me. Besides, you can just play along. 
At the worst, you can have a couple of beers and 
leave."

Joseph hesitated. He figured the worst might actually 
be a lot of smirks and giggles at his expense.

"Look, I'll admit that I've waited until the last 
minute to find a date." She opened her green eyes 
wide, tilted her head and said with a pout, "Please, 
Obi-Wan, you're my only hope."

Joseph couldn't help but chuckle. "You think the way 
to a nerd's heart is a simple "Star Wars" reference?"

"Hey," said Allison, "I'm a big fan of Princess Leia; 
she's a kick-ass woman. She'd probably draw a blaster 
at this point and tell you be there or be dead."

"Okay, okay I surrender," Joseph said with a chuckle. 
"Where and when?"

"Cool, be at the Theta Theta house at eight-thirty 
tonight," Allyson said. "Casual dress, no need to wear 
a suit." 

"Tonight? Wow, you really did wait until the last 
minute," said Joseph. 

She gave him an apologetic smile. 

God, she's cute, Joseph thought. "Okay, I'll be 
there." 

Allyson reached across the table and stroked the back 
of his hand with her fingertips. "Thank you, I know 
it's short notice."

"No problem," Joseph murmured as a tingle ran up his 
arm and his cock twitched on its way to full arousal. 
He fully expected Allyson, mission accomplished, to 
jump up and leave. To his surprise, she seemed content 
to sit back and nibble on a cookie. 

"So...uh... you really like the "Star Wars" movies?" 
he asked. 

"Uhmm humph," Allyson said around a bite of cookie. 

*

The springs on Joseph's old Volvo groaned as he pulled 
into the parking lot of the Theta Theta house. The 
sorority's three story home sat on a half-acre lot off 
campus. Pine trees on either side of the lot shielded 
the house from its neighbors. Joseph smiled to himself 
and wondered if the neighbors or the Theta's had been 
the ones to plant the trees. 

He was wearing a light blue oxford shirt, pressed 
khaki pants and black wingtips. He left his 
windbreaker in the car; the fall air was crisp but not 
really cool. It was exactly eight-thirty by his 
digital watch. He hoped that Allyson wasn't one of 
those people who treated social appointments as if the 
agreed upon time was just a vague suggestion. 

As he approached the house, Joseph could see several 
people gathered on the wide front porch. On one side 
were two couples smoking and sharing a laugh. On the 
other side were two girls seated on a piece of wooden 
outdoor furniture. Joseph was glad to see that one of 
the women was Allyson. She smiled and said hello as he 
approached. 

The other girl stood and looked Joseph over from head 
to foot. "Hi, I'm Sonya, Welcome to Theta Theta 
house," she said. She turned to Allyson. "Pledge, I'll 
leave you two alone." As she walked past Joseph and 
went inside she said brightly, "Have fun." 

"Uh, nice to meet you too," Joseph said to her back. 
And a nice backside it was too, Sonya was a brunette 
with a nice figure and a nice walk. 

Allyson patted the cushion next to her in an 
invitation to sit. "She seems nice," Joseph said as he 
settled next her. 

"Mmm," said Allyson, "she's in charge of the pledges, 
and she doesn't cut us much slack." She shivered and 
rubbed briskly at the goose pimples on her arm. 

Joseph didn't doubt that Allyson was feeling the night 
air. She was wearing a black, silky, sleeveless top 
with spaghetti straps. Around her neck were a half-
dozen gold chains of varying lengths and styles which 
served to accent the nice amount of cleavage she was 
baring. Her jeans were white denim and skintight. In 
other words, he thought she looked beautiful and sexy.

"You look cold, why don't we go in?" he said. 

"Yeah," she said as she stood. "Listen, I guess you're 
not supposed to know this, although I don't know how 
any of you guys couldn't be in on the joke. Anyway, 
we're to stay within arm's length of one another all 
night." She shrugged her shoulders. "It's no big 
deal."

"A very nice deal for us guys," he said with a grin. 

Allyson laughed and stood. "Let's get something to 
drink."

Joseph followed her into Theta Theta house. Just 
inside the front door, straight ahead and slightly to 
the left, was a staircase leading upstairs. Next to 
that, a hallway led to the back of the house, and to 
the right was a closed door marked "Office." Plastic 
stanchions and a decorative plastic chain blocked off 
travel in those directions. A pair of double-doors 
opened immediately to the left; that's where the party 
was. They stepped into the house's living room. Beyond 
that and to the rear of the house was the dining room. 

There were some shabby looking chairs and a sofa that 
had been pushed against the walls to make way for a 
dance floor in the living room. In the corner, a 
compact but decent stereo system was pumping out a 
techno beat. Joseph thought the rooms were decidedly 
plain and unfeminine for a sorority. But then he 
noticed the empty picture hooks on the walls and he 
realized that the furniture wasn't shabby, just 
covered – probably to protect it from stains. "I bet 
this place looks nicer on a regular week day," he said 
to Allyson. 

She nodded and said, "Oh yeah, they get the decorative 
touches out of harm's way for parties. Let's get 
something to drink."

She steered Joseph into the dining room. Against one 
wall was a folding table that held chips and dip and 
pretzels. At the end of the table were stacks of the 
ubiquitous red plastic drink cups. Beyond that, on the 
floor, was a full-sized keg of beer on ice. Propped 
against the keg was a large sign proclaiming that beer 
drinkers had to be at least twenty-one years of age. 
Behind the table was an older member of Theta Theta. 
She seemed to be in charge of the snacks and beer. She 
took one glance at Joseph and Allyson and suddenly 
found something that had to be done at the far end of 
the table. 

Allyson quickly filled two of the cups and handed one 
to Joseph. Just as quickly, she led him back into the 
living room. "Is her plausible deniability really 
going to be: 'Underage drinkers? I didn't see anyone 
underage get beer,'" Joseph asked. 

Allyson snorted. "Well, as long as the party stays in 
the house, there's no reason for anyone to ask."

They joined three other pledges and their dates. They 
stood in an irregular circle, the girls talked to one 
another as did the guys. It was all very uncomfortable 
since the couples had to make sure that they didn't 
separate. Between the music and the crossing 
conversations everyone was practically shouting. 

Joseph smiled at the absurdity of it all, but he 
didn't mind. Their circle had compressed so that 
Allyson pressed against him on the right, and a tall, 
cool blonde named June crowded him on the left. He had 
a nice hard-on going, although with his dick there was 
no telltale pants bulge. He wondered if the other guys 
were sporting stiff dicks. He took a glance at their 
crotches. One guy named Mason had his hand in his 
pocket at an awkward angle. Yep, he's covering a 
stiffie, thought Joseph. He sighed. It must be nice to 
have a dick large enough to worry about.  

After several minutes of chatter, Allyson turned to 
him and said, "Do you want another beer?"

Joseph's cup was still half full, but he saw that 
Allyson had finished hers. "I'm good," he said, "but I 
guess you're ready." They wandered back into the 
dining room. Sonya and the older Theta Theta member 
were busily rearranging the snack table. They had 
filled a number of the red cups with beer and placed 
them in a triangular pattern at both ends of the 
table. There were ten cups in each triangle. 

When she saw Joseph and Allyson, Sonya said, "Stay 
here, we're going to play a game." She went into the 
living room and rounded up the other pledges and their 
dates. Pretty soon they, plus some of the regular 
members, were all standing around the snack table. 
"Okay," she announced, "the game is beer pong. Each 
pledge and her date will be a team. After an equal 
number of throws, if a team is down three beers and 
losing by two, then they lose the game. And, by the 
way, the pledges have to do all the drinking." That 
last bit got laughs from the onlookers. "First up is 
Allyson and Joseph against June and...uh,"

"Mike," said June's date. From the slur in his voice, 
it was clear that he'd already done his share of 
drinking.

Sonya went through some other rules, but the idea was 
to make the other team drink more than your team. As 
Joseph took his place behind one set of the beer 
filled cups, he said to Allyson, "Doesn't it seem 
incongruous that the losing team gets to drink the 
most beer?"

"It would seem that way, but last week I saw a 
thousand dollars on the line for a game. You can bet 
those players wanted to stay as sober as possible," 
said Allyson. 

"Ahh... I suppose so," said Joseph. 

Sonya handed him a table tennis ball. "You're up 
first," she said.

Joseph bounced the ball toward the center cup of the 
other team. The ball rimmed out of that cup, but 
landed in another. June frowned at Joseph as she 
picked the ball from the cup and downed its contents. 
The game went on. Despite having to drink four of the 
half-filled cups, Allyson managed to make the winning 
toss. 

Next, the other two pledge teams played, and then the 
two losing teams played. The losers of that match were 
June and Mike. Sonya took center stage and 
congratulated the winners. Then she turned to June and 
said, "I'm sorry June, but you have to leave the 
party." 

June, who was hardly sober at this point said, "What? 
I'm... I'm out of the sorority just like that?"

No one in the crowd spoke up and Sonya gave her an 
expressive shrug of the shoulders and a lift of one 
eyebrow and that said 'well, maybe, yeah – we'll see.' 

June's face reddened and twisted into a horrible mask. 
She brought up both fists and extended her middle 
fingers. "Welllll... Fuck. You. Fuck all of you," she 
screamed as she slowly turned in a full circle, 
pumping her fists in the air. In the midst of a 
stunned silence, she stomped to the door, turned and 
said, "Come on dickhead, drive me to my apartment." 

Mike, her date, shook himself and said, "Oh, yeah, 
sure." He reached the door just as it slammed shut in 
his face. He reopened it and went outside calling, 
"June?" As Mike closed the door, much more softly this 
time, the room erupted in laughter. 
 
"Is she really out of the sorority?" Joseph asked 
Allyson. 

She shook her head. "I don't know, maybe, although it 
hardly seems fair to me." 

Joseph said, "Yeah... I don't know either, but that 
Sonya chick looks pretty shrewd to me. I bet she 
really wanted to see how the loser handled the 
situation."

"Hey, you're pretty shrewd yourself," Allyson said, 
nodding in agreement. 

Sonya raised her hands to get attention and said, 
"Okay, okay...pledges; I need to borrow your dates for 
a few minutes." She motioned for the boys to stand 
next to her. "Guys, follow me. Pledges, you probably 
need to powder your noses by now." 

Joseph and the other dates followed Sonya as the girls 
lined up to use the bathroom. Sonya led them through 
the living room and into the room that was marked as 
the sorority's office. Joseph saw that this was the 
room where all the decorative touches had been stored. 
There was barely room for the four people to stand. 

"There's a toilet over there," said Sonya, nodding at 
a door in the far wall.

"Oh yes," said Alfred, one of the pledge dates. He 
practically shoved Joseph out of the way to get to the 
door.

"While you get that done," Sonya said, "please fill 
out these cards." She handed Joseph and the other guy, 
a boy named Phil who had a bad case of acne, note 
cards. "Write down three personal facts that you've 
mentioned to your dates. Something like, your hometown 
or your favorite food, you know."

Joseph picked up a pen from the desk. The first one 
was easy – his favorite movie was "Star Wars." They 
had talked about that, and not much more. After all, 
they had barely met. He remembered mentioning that his 
favorite food from the school cafeteria was the 
lasagna they served on Monday nights. He wrote that 
down.

At that point, the toilet became available. He stepped 
inside and tried to think of a third thing about 
himself that Allyson might remember as he pissed. When 
his bladder was empty, he washed his hands and dried 
them on a hand-towel so nice that his mother would 
have said it was only for company. Joseph stepped back 
into the office to find everyone waiting impatiently. 
He hastily scrawled his hometown on the card and 
handed it to Sonya. 

"Okay," she said as she looked over Joseph's 
contribution, "let's get back to the party."

Back in the living room the party had moved on; people 
were dancing; a couple was making out in a corner and 
there was a lively beer pong game going on in the 
dining room. Sonya went to the stereo and turned down 
the sound until the music was barely audible. There 
was a general groan from the party goers.

"Okay, okay," she told the crowd, "you knew it was the 
pledge party." She lined up the guys in front of their 
dates. "No cheating or hints," she told them. Once 
everyone was in place she asked Allyson, "What is 
Joseph's favorite movie?"

"Star Wars," she said immediately to laughter from the 
crowd. 

"Right," said Sonya. 

The questioning went down quickly. Alfred's date was 
the only one able to answer another question. The 
wrong answers or non-answers caused more beer to be 
consumed. The pledge, who had learned nothing about 
her date, left the party with a great deal more grace 
than had June. That left two couples.

Sonya said, "We need one more elimination 
competition." 

"Oh please," someone in the crowd growled. 

The front door opened and one of the sorority sisters 
rushed in. She went up to Sonya and whispered in her 
ear. Sonya smiled and nodded. "Okay," she announced. 
"It's a tie. You guys should be dancing anyway." She 
went to the stereo and fiddled with its MP3 player 
until a soulful, slow melody began to play. 

"Yeah, let's dance," Allyson told Joseph. She pulled 
him into the middle of the room and put her arms 
around his neck. She pulled him close until her head 
rested on his shoulder.  

Joseph's head swirled. This was exactly the first time 
in his life that he had held a girl this close. The 
smell of Allyson's hair, the feel of her breasts on 
his chest was amazing. His cock felt as if it was an 
iron bar, or at least an iron rivet, in his pants.

Joseph put his hands low on her waist and led them in 
a slow shuffle around the diminutive dance floor. He 
sent a silent thank you to his mother. One afternoon 
before a middle school dance, his mom had taken him in 
hand and showed him the simple box step, complete with 
tips on how not to break his partner's toes. He hadn't 
held his mother in a full body press however, and he 
found the feel of Allyson in his arms intoxicating. 

And thinking of intoxication, Joseph wondered why 
Allyson wasn't falling down drunk. He was pretty high 
and he knew that she had drunk at least three times as 
much beer as he had. She wasn't staggering around, and 
her speech wasn't slurred. It had simply slowed a bit, 
giving her a cute drawl. 

The song ended all too soon. Joseph was pleased that 
Allyson didn't leap away. In fact, she lifted her head 
from his shoulder and looked into his eyes. She tilted 
her head and then they were kissing. 

Joseph was in sensory overload. The feel of her lips 
on his, his first real kiss, was unbelievable. They 
were soft and warm and somehow alive in a way that he 
had never imagined. The kiss lasted all of second, but 
Allyson seemed disinclined to break their embrace. The 
music began once more. Joseph was delighted that they 
were going to dance again. His entire world was the 
wonderful feel of Allyson. But somewhere in the back 
of his mind, he noted that a general hush had fallen 
over the crowd except for some titters of 
anticipation. That was when he felt the tap on his 
shoulder. 

"Hmm?" said Joseph as he partially disengaged from 
Allyson and turned. He had to struggle to get his eyes 
to focus, but then he realized that he was looking at 
one very large male chest. His gaze crept upwards 
until he recognized the face of Butch Henderson, star 
running back for the Western State football team. 

"Hey, baby," Allyson said. She flowed languidly out of 
Joseph's arms and into Butch's. There followed a kiss 
that made the one she'd just given Joseph look like a 
firm peck she'd give her mother. 

Joseph noted the giggles and snickers from the crowd. 
He decided that it was time to make as graceful an 
exit as possible. He squared up his shoulders and took 
a step toward the door, but then he felt a tug at his 
sleeve. 

"You stay with me," said Allyson as she released his 
shirt sleeve. She rested one hand on Butch's massive 
shoulder. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked Butch. 
"It's the nerd ball and we have to stay together." 

Butch shrugged as he looked Joseph over. "I don't mind 
if you don't," he said to Allyson. She pulled Butch's 
head down level to hers and whispered in his ear. He 
laughed and motioned with his head for Joseph to 
follow them. Once they were all in the foyer, Butch 
said, "Up the stairs."

The yellow plastic chain was still in place, so Joseph 
had to lift his foot high and sort of half jump up to 
the third stair step. Despite his best effort, the toe 
of his trailing foot caught the chain, and except for 
Butch's quick reaction the whole assembly of chain and 
stanchions would have fallen.

Allyson clung to Butch's shoulder as she none to 
steadily tried to step over the chain. "Allow me, 
babe," Butch said. With a shriek and a laugh from 
Allyson, he swept her up in his arms and adroitly 
hopped over the barrier. When they reached the top of 
the stairs with Joseph in the lead, he looked to 
Butch. "End of the hall and up the stairs again," 
Butch said.

The hallway ran the length of the house. Joseph's 
orderly mind couldn't help but note there were four 
doors on each side. Evidently, most if not all of them 
were bedrooms. From one room came the unmistakable 
moans and groans of passion, and from another came the 
rhythmic tortured creaking of a bed being pushed to 
its limits. 

At the end of the hallway, Joseph made a right turn, 
opened a door and went up yet another flight of steps. 
He stepped into the house's finished attic at the top. 
Like most attics it held an assortment of cardboard 
boxes and old furniture. To one side was a neat row of 
suitcases and duffels, probably what the girls used to 
transport their belongings. A couple of gable windows 
looked out on either side of the house. 

"Scoot on down," Butch said from behind Joseph at the 
top of the stairs.

"Yeah," said Joseph. He took a dozen paces and stopped 
at what he knew had to be their destination. It was an 
old brass bed. About as wide a double, its metal 
bedsteads arced across both ends. He was surprised 
that the bedding smelled freshly laundered. 

Butch laid Allyson crossways on the bed. She looked 
sexy as hell as she arranged her silver blonde hair in 
a halo around her head. She smiled at Joseph as her 
fingers combed it into place. 

"Look, I'll just take off," he said. This scene was 
very provocative, but he figured Butch was about to 
tell him to scram anyway. 

"No, no," said Allyson. Her eyes were half lidded and 
she was drawling her words like a southern belle. 
"Honey, you sit right there." One gracefully curved 
hand pointed to a chest that sat mattress high at the 
foot of the bed.
 
"Yeah, stick around and enjoy it," said Butch. "I know 
I'm going to." He smiled confidently.

Joseph did as he was told and sat. Butch lifted one of 
Allyson's feet and kissed the exposed ankle above her 
black high heel. She chuckled softly as he removed her 
shoe and laid a couple of kisses on her instep. Butch 
was a patient lover, another shoe removal and more 
foot kissing followed. 

Allyson wasn't quite so patient. She unsnapped her 
pants and drew down the zipper. Butch took the hint 
and began to pull on her pant legs. "Damn, Ally," he 
said, "how do you get into these things?" Her jeans 
were so tight Butch was dragging her off the bed. 

"I can't believe that you don't know how to undress a 
girl," Allyson said with a laugh. She peeled at her 
waist band and in about two seconds her pussy came 
into view. It was bare except for the thin strip of 
hair known as a landing strip. 

"That's because most girls can't wait to jump out of 
their clothes for me," Butch said as he winked at 
Joseph. 

Joseph smiled and nodded weakly, wishing that he could 
go unnoticed. 

Butch spread Allyson's upraised knees. He kissed his 
way down the inside of her thigh, and then locked his 
lips on her luscious pussy. 

"Ohhhh yesss," Allyson moaned. She wasn't a girl to 
lie quietly and wait to be serviced by her lover. Her 
feet rested on his broad shoulders one second and then 
beat on his well-muscled back the next. Her hands were 
all over. She held Butch's head to heated pussy while 
she rubbed at her breasts, and then she ran her 
fingers through her hair just before she stuck a 
couple of digits in her mouth and sucked on them like 
a little girl. 

Joseph couldn't take his eyes away from the spectacle. 
He wished to hell that he could see exactly what Butch 
was doing to get such spectacular results from 
Allyson. Perhaps a girl would forgive his lack of size 
in the cock department if he could perform oral sex 
like Butch. Speaking of cocks, his had achieved a 
diamond like hardness. His balls had passed beyond the 
blue stage to whatever came next – black or perhaps 
blazing red. He watched as Butch lifted his head from 
Allyson's distended clit just long enough to insert a 
couple of fingers into her pussy. 

His hand jerked back and forth for a minute and then 
Allyson came. 

"Ahhhh fuck, fuck, fuck," she cried. Her back arched 
and her head whipped side to side. Her fingers worked 
at grabbing Butch's hair as if she wanted to pull his 
lips and tongue even more tightly against her heaving 
cunt. Fortunately for Butch, his military buzz cut was 
too short to hold on to. After what seemed like a full 
minute of full blown orgasm, Allyson sighed and 
collapsed completely, her arms spread outward. 

Her head turned to Joseph. "Wow, that was nice," she 
said.

"It...uh... looked nice," Joseph said lamely.

Allyson rose up enough to pull off her top. Her 
lightly tanned breasts came into view and they were 
magnificent. As Allyson raised her arms to finger comb 
her hair once more and arrange her necklaces just so, 
her breasts barely moved. They remained so high and 
firm and rounded that Joseph wondered if they were 
real. But that didn't matter; Joseph drank in his 
first real live view of an amazing set of tits. 

Butch, in the meantime, had shed his clothing. His 
physique was just as amazing as Allyson's in its way. 
He had broad muscular shoulders and washboard abs 
above a narrow waist. He looked sleek and athletic. 
Joseph noted that Butch's cock was six, maybe seven 
inches long. Of course the way it arched over his low 
hanging balls showed that it wasn't completely hard. 

Butch planted his knees on either side of Allyson's 
shoulders. She immediately grabbed his cock and 
wrapped her lips around its helmet shaped head. As 
Butch stretched out an arm to steady himself against 
the wall, she enthusiastically bobbed her head back 
and forth. 

"Yeah, that's it, baby," said Butch, "suck that meat 
nice and hard."

Allyson's manicured nails traced the outline of 
Butch's muscled torso as she sucked him to a full 
hard-on. Joseph decided that the football player's 
cock might not be as thick as the proverbial soda can, 
but it wasn't far from it. Butch pulled away from her 
pouting lips, and then raked his cock across Allyson's 
nipple. In fact, he sawed his massive cock back and 
forth across both nipples until they were nicely red 
and distended. Then he gathered her tits in his hands 
and engulfed his cock between her creamy mounds. 

"Mmm...I love these soft tits of yours," Butch said as 
he thrust away at an easy pace. 

Allyson laughed deep in her throat. "Fuck my pussy, 
baby," she said. "I'm ready for your big dick."

"I love that even more," Butch said with a grin. He 
backed until he could position himself between 
Allyson's legs. He raked his cock-head up and down her 
slit a few times and then thrust his engorged dick in 
to the hilt. 

"Uhhh, yeah," Allyson moaned. "No one fills me like 
you." Butch held her legs apart in a near full split 
and fucked Allyson with quick strokes. "Oh yeah, 
you're gonna' make me cum like that," Allyson said. 

But it looked like Butch wasn't going to let her get 
off so easy. He slowed his thrusts and eased his body 
down on top of hers. Then he began a slow, rolling 
sway of his muscular hips. With his head next to hers, 
Butch murmured something in her ear. She laughed, 
glanced quickly at Joseph and then away. 

"Harder, baby, come on," she said. 

"Humph," was all Butch said and continued his slow 
fuck. It wasn't long before Allyson was twisting and 
thrusting her hips despite the weight that had her 
pinned to the bed. 

"Yeah, yeah, oh god yessss," Allyson gasped. She 
wrapped her arms and legs around Butch. He lifted her 
off the bed and bounced her on his steel hard cock 
until she was moaning her come into the hard muscles 
of his shoulder. 

Allyson collapsed back onto the bed. She looked wiped 
out after two massive orgasms in just a few minutes. 
Butch effortlessly flipped her onto her stomach. He 
pulled Allyson's hips into the air and then slipped 
his rigid pole into her slick cunt. 

Her face was turned toward Joseph, her cheek flattened 
on the bed linen. Allyson's eyes her were half-lidded 
and didn't seem to be focused on anything. It looked 
as if Butch had literally fucked her unconscious.

Moving his hands and hips in opposite directions, 
Butch was slamming into Allyson like a jackhammer. The 
slap, slap, slap sound of their bodies colliding 
filled the attic. Butch had his eyes closed, his face 
a mask of concentration. He was reaching for a come as 
quickly as possible. 

Joseph couldn't take it anymore. He unzipped his pants 
and slipped his fingers inside. As fast as he could 
move his hand, he began to strum his fingers over the 
head of his aching cock through his jockey underwear. 
He hadn't masturbated so fiercely since that time when 
he'd been oh so close and he'd heard his mother's 
steps approaching his bedroom. 

"Oh yeah... yes, baby yessssssss!" Butch called out as 
his furious pounding slowed to a few mighty thrusts. 
His muscular form shuddered through his orgasm. 

"Yesssss!" Joseph hissed quietly in echo. His dick 
creamed its meager supply of cum, only enough to stain 
his shorts. 

Butch fell forward and sideways, wrapping his arms 
around Allyson as he did so. The couple lay on their 
sides, spooning, and facing away from Joseph. He 
zipped his pants and watched the motionless couple for 
a minute as he came down from his orgasmic high. Now, 
surely, they didn't expect him to stay around. He 
stood, feeling the wet mess in his pants and the 
nearly overwhelming desire to urinate. Quickly and 
quietly, he left the Theta Theta house and then drove 
back to his dorm. 

Almost three weeks passed. Joseph had seen Allyson 
once between classes as he crossed a parking lot. He 
was tempted to approach her, but he dared not. After 
all, what was he going to say, "Hi, remember me? I'm 
the dirty little pervert who watched you get laid the 
other night." 

He did feel a bit like a pervert. Allyson had been the 
sole subject of his masturbatory fantasies ever since 
that night. Oddly enough it wasn't the hot sex he'd 
witnessed that made his cock cream. It was the memory 
of the feel of Allyson in his arms as they danced, the 
pressure of her breasts as he held her and the smell 
of her shampoo and perfume. Usually, his last thought, 
as his dick pulsed and his watery cum leaked over his 
fingers, was of the one chaste kiss they'd shared. 

No, he'd only followed her with his eyes in that 
parking lot, hoping that she'd turn his way so that he 
could give her a casual wave. But she hadn't, and he 
had managed to bruise his shin when he walked into the 
bumper of a car. 

Now he was in his dorm room, busy writing computer 
code for one of his professors. Joseph's dormitory was 
usually referred to as a study dorm. There were 
restrictions on noise from noon on Sunday until noon 
on Friday. The rooms were arranged in pods. There were 
six or eight students to a pod. Each student had his 
own room and each room had two doors. One opened into 
a common room for that pod and the other door led to a 
hallway to other pods and a shared bathroom. 

The door to the common room was open. Four of Joseph's 
pod mates were playing a video game resulting in a 
litany of insults, cries of victory or defeat and a 
general running commentary by the participants. Joseph 
didn't mind the noise; it was the background music of 
his college life. Besides, if he wanted quiet he could 
simply close the heavily sound proofed door. 
 
Joseph heard a soft tap, tap on his hallway door. He 
didn't bother to answer; he was fully engrossed in his 
work. Besides, his buddies knew that if his door was 
unlocked they were expected to let themselves in. 

Tap, tap, tap... tap, tap, tap. "Yo," Joseph called 
out in irritation. He heard the click as the door 
opened. 

"Was that a no?" a soft, feminine voice said. 

Joseph turned to see Allyson standing in the partially 
opened door. "Yes, I mean no... I, I mean I said, 
'yo'," he stammered. 

Allyson certainly wasn't wearing her party clothing 
tonight. She had on a set of mismatched sweats and a 
pair of scuffed up trainers. A book bag hung over one 
shoulder. Her hair was in a ponytail, and her face 
looked freshly scrubbed of any makeup. 

Joseph thought she was the most beautiful thing he'd 
ever seen. "Please... please come in," he said. 
 
Allyson entered, closed the door, took one step and 
found herself in the center of the room. "Wow," she 
said, looking from side to side. "I knew they called 
these rooms cells, but I didn't realize..." 

Joseph's bedroom took up just enough space for a bed, 
desk, closet, shelving and few built in drawers. There 
was a joke was that the room had been designed to 
house prisoners, but that the design had been rejected 
as inhumane. 

"Yeah, not much room." He jumped up from his chair. 
"Here, sit down," he said, waving Allyson over. When 
he turned to close the door to the common room, he saw 
his pod mates silently looking at Allyson in slack-
jawed wonder. He gave them a broad wink as he closed 
the door and snapped the lock. "So, how's it going?" 
he said as he perched on his bed. 

Over the next minute they established that they were 
both in good health and that the weather was on the 
cool side but tolerable. After an awkward pause, 
Joseph said, "So what brings you by here?"

"I hope you don't mind," Allyson said as she reached 
into her book bag. "I've been having some trouble with 
my math course. I was hoping you could help." She held 
the textbook in both hands like an offering and gave 
him a half-apologetic smile.

"So just because I'm sort of geeky, you think I'm some 
kind of math whiz?" Joseph asked. 

Allyson tilted her head and lifted an eyebrow. "You're 
very geeky, and yes, that's pretty much what I think," 
she said. 

Joseph thought he ought to be mad, but he found 
himself laughing. "Alright, let's see what you've 
got." It turned out to be advanced algebra, something 
he had mastered as a high school junior. "Why are you 
taking this stuff?" he asked. "Are you going to be a 
doctor or scientist?"

"More like an elementary school teacher," she said. 
"But my faculty advisor has the silly notion that I 
ought to be challenged in college."

"How rude," said Joseph. "Between the binge drinking 
and wild parties, a student hardly has time for such 
things as classes and studying."

He reviewed the material and then they went over it. 
"Oh yeah," she said at one point. "I think I see now. 
Let me try the problems on the work sheet." For half 
an hour, Joseph went back to coding at his desk while 
Allyson sat on his bed and worked at her math 
problems. 

She slid off the bed and pushed the paper under his 
nose. "How's that?" she asked. 

"Uhhh..." said Joseph as he leaned back to get the 
paper in focus. He took it from her hand and glanced 
over the problems. "Looks good to me, I think you've 
got it." He handed the paper back. 

"Cool," she said. "I knew you could help, so I brought 
a little something as payment." She folded the 
worksheet and put it in her math book. The book went 
into her bag, and then she pulled out a half full 
bottle of vodka.

"Oh gee, it's a school night, and I'm not really much 
of a drinker," Joseph said, eyeing the bottle. 

"Oh come on," Allyson said. "I liberated this from the 
sorority house when I left." 

"You left? As in you're not going to join?" he said.

Allyson shrugged. "I pledged mainly because my mother 
and my aunt are members. But this bunch is just an 
older version of a high school popular girl clique."

"Well that's too bad...or maybe a good thing?" Joseph 
said, not sensing exactly how she felt about leaving.  

"All for the best," she said. "Now, you got cups?"

"Uh..." Joseph pointed vaguely at the door to the 
common area. 

Allyson put her bottle on Joseph's desk and opened the 
door. "Hey, I'm Allyson," she announced. "Do you guys 
have any cups? Ice? Maybe a Sprite?"

Joseph smiled as he watched his pod-mates rush to 
fulfill her wants. It took her all of two minutes to 
learn everyone's names and, he was pretty sure, win 
over their hearts. She walked back into his room with 
a couple of cups of ice and a plastic bottle of 
Mountain Dew. 

"Nice guys," she said as she mixed two strong drinks 
and handed one to Joseph. 

"They are," he agreed. "You'll be the topic of 
conversation in our little group for about the next 
thousand years."

Allyson laughed in appreciation. They talked about 
Joseph's friends as a group and individually for 
several minutes as they sipped their drinks. When that 
topic dried up, Allyson sighed and said, "I guess we 
should discuss the elephant in the room." 

Joseph's head felt muzzy from the alcohol. He took a 
quick inventory of the furniture. Had someone put a 
toy elephant in his room? Then he got it. "Oh, you 
mean the other night at the party...well, we were all 
drunk and, you know..."

"I know you enjoyed yourself," she said. 

"NO...I mean being with you was nice – great in fact, 
but the thing with Butch – not so much," Joseph 
stumbled.

"Come here," Allyson said, and patted the spot next to 
her on the bed. 

Joseph moved, but he averted his eyes and sat two feet 
away from the beautiful coed. Allyson drained her cup 
in one gulp and said, "Finish that," as she put her 
hand on the bottom of his cup and pushed it upward. 

Joseph downed the rest of his drink. She took it from 
his hand and put the cups on the floor. She slid next 
to him and said, "I beg to differ. I saw you 
masturbating through your shorts."

"I, uhhhh..." Joseph struggled to say. The alcohol, or 
maybe her forthright manner was making his head swim. 

Allyson's voice was low and seductive as she said, "I 
think you liked it. You liked watching Butch pound my 
pussy,"

"But..." Joseph said in a useless attempt at rebuttal. 
His face was growing hot and his dick was getting 
hard. 

Allyson's lips brushed the shell of his ear as she 
whispered, "Butch is such a stud. I bet his dick is 
eight or nine inches long and I can assure you that 
it's a real pussy stretcher." She put her hand on the 
inside of Joseph's thigh. 

Joseph hardly dared to breathe. Allyson's breath 
tickled his ear and her breast pressed warmly against 
his shoulder. And her hand – no female hand been this 
close to his cock since his mother use to bathe him. 
Of course there was that time in the fifth grade when 
Cynthia Bledsoe had cracked him in the nuts for no 
good reason, but that didn't count. 

"Mmm... you do like it," she said. She licked his 
cheek. "You have hot skin, rapid breathing and I can 
feel your blood pounding in your thigh." She squeezed 
his leg. 

"May... maybe I'm just pissed off," he said, 
desperately trying to keep his voice steady. 

"I don't think so, lover," Allyson said. "Now stand 
up."

Joseph found himself standing, almost against his 
will. It took all of ten seconds for Allyson to 
unbuckle, unbutton and unzip his jeans. He looked down 
to see the full length of his tiny cock barely making 
a lump in his tighty-whities. 

"No," he said weakly. This was so humiliating. She 
could plainly see that his cock was a nub, a nothing. 
His hands move to cover his crotch. But her hands were 
quicker. In a second, she had his undershorts at his 
knees. His circumcised, thumb-sized cock, complete 
with a dewdrop of pre-cum, stood out in its diminutive 
glory. 

She looked up and said, "See, I told you, you were 
turned on."

Joseph was amazed and pleased that Allyson hadn't 
smirked or laughed or commented on the size of his 
cock. He was utterly amazed and immensely pleased when 
she took him entirely into her mouth. The feel of her 
tongue on the head of his dick was beyond any sexual 
fantasy that he'd ever had. It took about ten seconds 
for the pressure and pleasure to peak. 

"Allyson, I'm... oh no... I..." he shot his load. His 
dick went into spasms. His cock-head swelled to the 
size of grape and a weak stream of cum squirted from 
its tip. 

Allyson backed off his deflating cock and smile up 
him. "A little enthusiastic, aren't you?"

"I'm so sorry I..." Joseph began. 

"The time to be sorry is when I don't get off," said 
Allyson very matter-of-factly. She shed her clothing 
until there was nothing but clear air between her pink 
pussy and the look of astonishment on Joseph's face. 

Allyson lay back on the bed, her knees bent but wide 
spread. "Come here, lover," she told him. 

With his ardor cooled for the time being, Joseph' mind 
was clear enough to realize that she wanted her turn 
at oral sex - and that he could hardly move with his 
clothing around his knees. He took the time to pull up 
his shorts and pants, and then he eagerly, but 
nervously joined Allyson on the bed. 

She spread her vaginal lips with fingers of one hand. 
"Can you find my clitoris?" she asked.

"I've seen pictures," Joseph said, recognizing that he 
had just uttered the nerdish sentence of a lifetime. 

Once again Allyson skipped the chance to laugh at him; 
instead, she thrust her pelvis in his direction and 
said, "Well then, get to it."

Joseph approached the first pussy he'd been near since 
he'd come out of one. She smelled faintly of raw fish, 
nothing unpleasant, but it was definitely there. He 
wondered briefly how his semen had tasted – salty and 
a bit slimy he'd read. He'd never been curious enough 
to taste it.

Back to the task at hand. Approach the little stem 
looking thing with a little tent of skin over it, 
place tongue on stem and move head in a rocking 
motion. Hmm...a slightly acid taste to the tongue. 
Again, not really unpleasant and...

"Oh yeah, you got it, lover," Allison said in a 
strained whisper. Joseph stopped analyzing and devoted 
himself to prompting more encouragement from Allyson. 

"Yes, that's it, yesssss," she hissed. She seemed 
acutely aware that his pod-mates were just a few feet 
away. The uninhibited moans and groans from the 
sorority party were replaced with much softer 
versions. Her hips twitched and rolled, and then 
suddenly her pelvis thrust into the air as she held 
his head to her very wet, shuddering pussy. 

Once Allyson relaxed, Joseph raised up. He was 
immensely proud of himself. He'd given a girl – a 
beautiful young woman, in fact, an orgasm. But now 
what? Was he supposed to kiss her? Cuddle? Talk about 
it? All of the above? 

That was when she rolled over, put her palm on his 
chest and shoved him prone onto the mattress. She 
jerked at his pants and shorts until his diminutive 
cock was exposed once more. Allyson swooped down and 
engulfed his cock. In about two seconds he was as 
achingly hard as he could ever remember. He couldn't 
believe it. He'd heard about guys who could fuck all 
night, but he was very much a once a day guy. In fact, 
if he masturbated before bed, then he usually didn't 
have a morning erection. Allyson had him raring to go 
for the second time in just a few minutes. 

She straddled his hips and reached for his cock 
between their bodies. She had to maneuver around a 
bit, but then he felt the wet warmth of her pussy 
lips. She rocked back and forth, bumping the head of 
his dick over her clit. 
"This is nice," she said. 

"You're telling me," Joseph said. They both giggled 
for a few seconds before they went back to the serious 
business of building orgasms. His came too quickly – 
again, but Allyson didn't stop moving. It felt as if 
he didn't lose his hard-on. On the other hand, he was 
awfully sore down there; it wasn't easy to tell. A 
minute later, Allyson shuddered through another big 
come. She collapsed beside him on the narrow bed. Her 
harsh breathing whistled in his ear. If someone had 
asked, in the afterglow of his first sexual encounter, 
Joseph would have said that she sounded like angels 
singing. 

For two days Joseph walked around on a cloud. Allyson 
hadn't left any contact information, and he certainly 
didn't know where she lived. He kept an eye out for 
her as he walked around campus, but Western was a 
middling sized university, and even though he'd 
encountered her before in just that way, depending on 
simply running into her again was really a hit or miss 
proposition.

On the third day he spent three hours one afternoon 
trying to suss out her contact information from the 
school, but the officials had vast experience in 
dealing with horny college boys and that was a no go. 
Even his expertise with computers was no help. 
Personal student information was kept in a standalone 
system, in a locked room and off the grid completely. 

In the evening of the fourth day he sank into a funk 
as he sat at the desk in his room. What had he been 
thinking? Allyson had used him – twice. He had 
thoroughly enjoyed the experiences, but really, could 
he expect more? Of course not. She was a beautiful, 
sexy young woman who could have any man she wanted, 
especially hunky football players. 

"Oh crap," he said aloud. He was getting a hard-on. He 
hadn't masturbated since his encounter with Allyson 
and now the thought of her and Butch and then her and 
him – it was all so blurred in his mind. He didn't 
like blurred; he liked lines of code that made complex 
mechanisms do what he wanted. 

Maybe if he got his rocks off the endorphins would 
lift his spirits and enable him to get her out of his 
mind for a while. Yeah, he'd go back to jerking off 
every day, and he'd certainly stop looking for her 
face every second he was on campus. If he ever saw her 
again he'd play it cool. He'd say, "Hey, how's it 
going?" and move on. He'd be friendly, certainly not 
some lovesick pup. He'd...

Tap, tap, tap.

His heart stopped and fell into his stomach. That 
sounded like Allyson's knock. He felt like a fool. How 
could he possibly know her knock from having it heard 
it once days ago. He stood. His knees thought it was 
her, they seemed to be made out of rubber. He went to 
the door and opened it. 

"Hi," said Allyson. She was wearing jeans, a tight two 
piece tee with the school's logo stretched across her 
breasts, and a jean-jacket. She was running her 
fingers through her loose blonde hair. 

"Hey, how...how... how's it going?" Joseph stammered. 
So much for sounding cool. 

Allyson pulled her book bag off her shoulder and let 
it swing in front of her body. "I thought we might 
study together," she said. Joseph stood in the door, 
gazing at her as if she'd come back from the dead. 
"Preferably, in your room?" she said with arched 
eyebrows.

"Oh, uh, sure," said Joseph. He backed into the room 
to let her in. 

"Doing okay?" she asked as she sat her bag on the 
floor beside the bed. 

No, I had a nice, calm life before you came along. I 
was quite content with my computers and my 
programming. I had resigned myself to living like a 
sexless monk. Maybe one day I'd marry some plain jane 
who'd be content to spend my money and who really 
wouldn't care about bedroom antics. But now you've 
brought that angelic face and that fantastic body into 
my life, and fucked me and sucked me, and turned my 
heart and mind into mush.

"I'm fine... you?" Joseph said. 

"Peachy," she said as she took off her jacket and 
tossed it on her book bag. She crossed her arms, 
grabbed the hem of her tee-shirt and pulled it off 
over her head.

"What, what are you doing?" Joseph asked. He stared at 
the milky white tops of her breasts that mounded above 
her navy blue bra. 

"Oh, you know, just a little something to take the 
edge off – something to keep us from thinking about 
sex when we should be studying." 

"Look, Allyson..." Joseph began, his voice sounding as 
if he was about to protest.

"It'll be fun," she said. She took his right hand and 
placed it on her breast. Her other hand cupped his 
crotch. 

Any thoughts of a noble resistance fled his mind. 
Somehow, by cupping his package through his pants, 
Allyson made it feel as if his cock was being massaged 
in a vat of warm oil. And the feel of her well filled, 
rounded and warm bra was amazing. 

Allyson leaned close and said, "Let me tell you what 
Butch and I did the other day."

"I...nooooooo... oooookay," he groaned, giving in. I 
am such a depraved fool, he thought. 

"Butch and I met in the stacks in the library," she 
said. "There's almost no one there in the middle of 
the afternoon. I took that big, meaty cock of his out 
of his pants and jerked him off." She giggled. 
"There's a great big cum stain on the rug, right next 
to the books on archeology, if you want to go look." 

Joseph gave her breast the gentlest, most tentative of 
caresses. "Maybe I will," he said, wondering why in 
the hell he'd do such a thing. 

"And then I kissed the head of his cock a few times, 
and you know what?"

"Huhmmm?" Joseph said.

"He didn't get soft, not even for a second. And then 
he fucked me. I was wearing this cute khaki skirt I 
have that comes to here," she said, and using her free 
hand she indicated a hem length scandalously short 
even for a college campus. "I propped my foot up on a 
self, he pulled my panties aside and slid his big ol' 
fucker inside. We were going at, quietly but steadily, 
when we heard this squeak, squeak, squeak. I took my 
foot down and held onto Butch as if we were in some 
sort of friendly hug." She snickered. "And then a 
library worker came around the corner pushing a cart 
with a bad wheel. So there we are, practically 
standing in a puddle of cum, our hands all over each 
other with my skirt half way up my ass and his cock 
practically vibrating in my pussy." She stopped.

"Annnnd?" Joseph prompted.

"The guy never missed a beat. He shelved a book, 
backed out of the aisle and squeaked away." She 
laughed. "Butch grabbed my ass with both hands. I 
wrapped my legs around his waist and he shagged the 
hell out of me. I had to bite his shoulder to keep 
from screaming when I came." As she said that last 
part, she slipped her leg around Joseph's and pulled 
him closer. Her palm rubbed at his crotch. 

Joseph groaned. The image of Butch and Allyson, the 
feel of her magnificent tit in his hand, her hot, 
sweet breath on his cheek, her hand on his dick – even 
though she was pretty well off the mark by now – was 
too much. He shot his wad in a series of convulsive 
shivers. 

Allyson unwrapped herself from his body. "See?" she 
said, "all calm now."

"I'm not so sure about that," Joseph said. "Excuse 
me." On shaky legs, he pulled a clean pair of 
undershorts from a drawer and headed for the men's 
bathroom. When he returned a few minutes later, 
Allyson, now fully clothed, was sitting cross-leg on 
his bed, a book open on her lap. 

She looked up as he came in. "Do you know anything 
about Shakespeare?" she asked. 

By the time she left at one AM, they had achieved a 
couple of hours of study. Allyson had endeared herself 
to Joseph's pod-mates even further by ordering a 
pizza. Thereafter, she had schooled Joseph once more 
on the fine art of eating a pussy, followed by an 
excruciating half hour where she kept him on the 
micro-edge of an orgasm. His release at the end had 
sent him into a blissful eight hours of sleep, ending 
in a panic attack at missing not one but two classes. 
And still, he didn't have her phone number. 

That turned out to be of no consequence. Allyson made 
a habit of turning up at his room at least twice a 
week for the next month or so. He not only learned her 
contact data, he spent time in her dormitory room. 
Compared to his study-dorm, hers was bedlam. It seemed 
to be populated by freshman intent on partying 
continuously until the university flunked them out of 
school. 

One evening, after a lingering hello kiss at his door, 
Allyson put her hands on his shoulders and said, "We 
have to have a talk." 

"Oh," said Joseph. He suddenly saw a future where his 
relationship with Allyson could be described as 
friendly, at best. He almost bit his tongue in order 
to stop a tide of pleading. His analytical mind 
demanded to at least wait and hear her words.

They sat opposite one another, he on his chair and her 
on the bed. Their knees almost touched. "I am, very 
certainly, pregnant," she said in a soft voice.

Holy crap, thought Joseph. She'd said that she was on 
the pill. Of course that's not one hundred percent 
effective. He hadn't even tried to wear a condom. He'd 
bought some once. The damn things were useless on his 
tiny cock. Sure, they made small ones, but he'd barely 
had the courage to buy the first ones. And... and that 
was all beside the point right now. Their fucks had 
consisted mostly of him using the end of his dick to 
massage her clit. Was he the father? Was it possible 
for him to physically impregnate anyone? Was she going 
to keep the fetus? They needed to answer these 
questions before going forward.

He took a deep breath and opened his mouth to confront 
her, but what came out was, "Allyson, I am hopelessly 
and desperately in love with you. Let's get married 
and raise this child." He took her hand. He could tell 
that she was about to say something so he rushed on. 
"Listen, I have great prospects. Corporate headhunters 
are courting me. I've got investors asking me about 
some projects I've got going. I..."

Allyson squeezed his hand. "Honey," she said, "I think 
the words love and marry sealed the deal."

A month later they were married in the presence of a 
few close family members. Six months after that, 
Kimberly Rachel Allen was born – named for her 
grandmothers. She was a very healthy looking baby for 
one who was supposedly a bit premature. 

End of Part One