Omega Phi Sweetie Pie (AA,AU,Z/L-Z/L/M-M/L,Adult) [COMPLETE]
Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 3:13 pm
Title: Omega Phi Sweetie Pie
Author: Behrystrwbry@yahoo.com
Summary: Liz is the big woman on campus, it’s her turn to help little boy Max become a Man…
disclaimer: all characters are the creation of JK, and other PTB at the WB Fox and UPN
Rating: Adult
Coupling: L/z eventually M/L
<center>Omega Phi Sweetie Pie</center>
One
Max
Quadrangle
3:14 p.m.
“So are you going to stare at me the whole hour, or were you actually going to come over and talk?”
I look up and all I see is midriff and low rise jeans
I smell her perfume ‘Lucky You’, Ivory soap,
And that telltale hint of something else,
Something uniquely her. I’d recognize that scent any where now.
It pulls me in and I almost for get to speak.
“Uh….Hi, I’m Max Evans.” I stutter not knowing what else to say.
“I know who you are.” She says simply, before helping herself to the seat next to me.
I’m sure she does know how I am; she probably makes it her business to know every one of the new pledges personally.
I’m pretty sure everyone who crosses Omega is aware of exactly who she is.
I can remember the first time I saw her, in a room with two, maybe three guys. I’m not sure because I could only see through the creak in the door.
I was going through the house on some random assignment one of the big brothers gave me.
Now I’m not usually into voyeurism but, you hear moans and see naked flesh it kind of piques your curiosity.
I check it out, and see this unassuming petite brunette straddling one of the guys riding him to kingdom come, while another beat off in the corner.
It was arousing to say the least and I spent the next five minutes in the bathroom taking care of the woody the sight gave me.
Images of creamy skin and perfect tits flitting through my mind.
Normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought; I mean frat guys can get into all types crazy shit.
But when I peeped a similar scene two days later with two other guys I knew then what she was.
They call ‘em Omega Sweethearts, associated either though some sorority, or having dated one on the guys in the frat.
Possibly several at the same time
And basically it was her job to fuck them.
Apparently Omega Phi takes very seriously their oath not to “pledge [any] virgins.”
The others had their turn, I knew mine was coming.
And I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that. Who wants to loose it to some random fraternity whore?
“I’m not a bad person you know.” she says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass between us.
I look over and catch her eye, deep brown eyes.
She’s actually really pretty and seeing her in jeans and a fitted V neck Tee, she looks like any of the other girls traipsing this campus.
“My name is Liz, and I actually have a normal life with friends and everything, just like you.” She tells me “I even have boyfriend.”
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.
“Well Liz,” I begin “how does your boyfriend feel about your…extra curricular activities?”
“He loves it. Most times he watches, says it’s a real turn on.”
“Okay.” Because, what else do you really say to that.
“Okay.” she mimics a wry smile lighting her face “That’s all you have to say?”
“Yeah if you want to have meaningless sex with a bunch of frat guys…”
“I knew you were one of those.”
“One of what?”
“An idealist… a romantic...someone who thinks fucking has this deep soul connecting bond behind it or something. Sometimes sex is just sex, no big deal, no attachments…”
“Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night, not my business.”
She leans in to my ear and just loud enough for me to hear, whispers “How do you fall a sleep at night. Do you dream of me while taking the little doggie out for a stroll?”
Firstly, I’m not little
And secondly, how could she possibly know that? Before today we’ve never even had a conversation.
. “I saw you Max, and I know you saw me.” Her hand is on my crotch causing rover to stir to life.
Satisfied with herself she leans back against the table. “Let’s go somewhere I want to tell you a couple things.”
Liz grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet before I get the chance to protest.
We’re headed for the lawn behind Eastwick building
Before we get there we run into my cousin Zan. The whole reason I’m joining this stupid fraternity anyway.
At first glance Zan doesn’t look like your typical Frat guy. The tattoos and body jewelry you wouldn’t think Greek life is his style. Which is why I figured I’d give it a try, if he was sold on it, must be good.
I roll my eyes as Liz leans in to take his mouth in a kiss that I’m almost embarrassed to watch.
We’re in a secluded cul-de-sac so no else sees this.
Lucky them.
Zan claps me on the back saying “She’ll take care of you bro.” then Liz and I are headed to the lawn again. We find a shaded spot and make ourselves comfortable.
“Zan,” I begin “He’s your boyfriend?”
“One and only.”
“You learn something new everyday.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“He just doesn’t seem like your type. I mean you’re Miss all American, Student Government, Sorority girl. I’d think you’d want someone more like you.”
But then, I never would have never thought her to be a sweetheart either so I suppose with Liz you can never tell… I don’t say that though.
“He’s not really my type, I guess. He just has a huge dick and I can’t get enough.” I nearly gag “Considering you’ve got some of the same jeans I’m kind of curious if you do as well.” She smiles that smile again.
And nearly shit a brick,
“Don’t have coronary I was kidding. I just love to see you blush. I’ve never seen a guys do that before. It’s cute.” she peals over with laughter at my expense.
I’m embarrassingly pure. Ha, ha we get it.
Eventually she sobers enough to say “I love Zan because he’s different. Different like you’re different. He may pretend to be this playa playa,” She said mocking my cousin’s trademark New York accent “But he has a beautiful soul.”
“Never say playa, playa again. You just don’t pull it off.” I joke.
Then it was her turn to blush.
“Seriously Max I wanted to tell you that they know that…that you’re the big V and well your time is coming soon, either with me or one of the other girls. Zan suggested me because he knows that you and I share similar experiences.”
It feels good to be with her like this.
Just this
No need to throw sex in the mix and screw it up.
“How so?”
“I was a virgin too when I pledged Delta Phi. Your cousin was the one to…scratch my itch. I’m telling you now so that you have time to prepare yourself. I never like to do anything to the guys that they’re uncomfortable with
“And they just pimp you out like that? You, and your other sorority sisters and no one has a problem with that?”
“Firstly not everyone knows I do this. It’s kind of …confidential”
Top secret sex
Should be fun.
Maybe we can play the mission impossible theme while we do it, too.
“Secondly, no one does this against their will. The sisters that perform this service for the guys only do so because they want to. It’s voluntary. We just enjoy sex… a lot, we’re far too much for any one man to handle.”
“Okay.”
“Again with ‘Okay’.” she teases “Look Max, Zan respects you a great deal, I do too, or at least what I know about you. Anyway he asked me to make myself available for any questions you may have. Now you’re a big Boy so I’m assuming you don’t need ‘The Talk’ or whatever… but anything else.”
I look from Liz to my hands,
From my hands, to the grass,
The grass back to Liz, take a deep breath and ask “I guess there’s no avoiding this so…Zan won’t be there will he?”
“He doesn’t have to be. I can ask him to leave if you like. Which ever will make you more comfortable I only ask him to stay when I’m with guys that…make me a little nervous.”
“I don’t mind really…I just don’t think it’d be too cool to have him staring at us, beating off in the corner…” She’s blushing and laughing now
“That’s exactly what he does, doesn’t he… Oh my God what have I gotten myself into they’re going to lock me in some room for an orgy and…”
“Whoa, whoa, no orgy, just me, maybe Zan and they won’t lock you in. Like I said no one forces you do anything. ”
“They just won’t let me cross if I don’t…”
She doesn’t say anything but when she begins to fiddle with the grass I have my answer
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
I start fiddling with the grass too.
“Here let me tell you how it happened for me. Maybe that’ll change your perspective.”
She crossed her legs, trying to get herself comfortable before beginning her tale.
“The sisters called us together one night and took us to this party, and they didn’t flat out tell us we had to sleep with the guys. Only, shot off some nonsense about how we all had to be women by the next morning. When I heard that, I was ready to quit. Clearly sorority life was not for me. All…”
…these all the girls were leggy blondes
I’m a short brunette clearly I didn’t fit.
Still I went to the party, stayed a few minutes, and then was ready to book it out of there
There was something about the way the guy with the spiky hair in the corner was looking at me that made me stay.
He kept winking at me with that crooked smirk. The looks he was giving me were like...like he wanted to devour me.
I’m talking literally eat me up with a spoon.
It wasn’t long before we were dancing and every lean inch of his body was hard…
“...Not that all these details aren’t fascinating,” I interrupt “But get to the part where he locked you in a room and raped you.”
By this time we’re both reclining on the grass looking at the blue sky
She sits up on her elbow and says “I was trying to be gentle, but if you want I can give it to you raw...” her statement is drenched with innuendo.
“Give it to me raw.” I say
She rolls her eyes then continues “We went back to his place…”
…Which just so happened to be one of the rooms at the Omega house. I was hella nervous ‘cause everyone had already hooked up for the night and I knew he expected the same thing.
Heck, the sisters expected it. So what was I supposed to do?
I’m freaking out, thinking I’m going to be deflowered by some random gu.y
But Zan was really sweet because he knew I was tense and offered me a drink so I could relax. Of course I refused and told him I wanted to leave.
He rubbed my arms,
I jumped.
He offered me a glass of juice instead and asked me to stay and talk.
He was very polite about it. Not what I expected given the way he was dressed, the tattoos and every thing …
I’m thinking Sex drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll
Not apple juice and a coaster.
At first the conversation was innocent. I explained how while Biology was my major dance was a secret passion of mine. He told me he knew. I would find out night that Zan knew a lot more about me than I thought.
Zan told me he was studying art, he always liked to take pictures but he came here to learn how to make it art.
He showed me some of his photographs; a few were of me in the strangest places,
In my dorm on the phone,
In the quad with friends.
“You watch me?” I asked
He nodded and I can tell he was a bit embarrassed.
Zan went on to explain that in all of the photos I was smiling a smile that he rarely saw so when he did he had to capture it.
It should have freaked me out that I had a quasi stalker. But it didn’t I felt special.
My happiness was immortalized on film.
As I looked through his portfolio the photographs became, how you say, risqué.
A lot of naked people,
Naked women,
Naked men,
Sometimes naked men and women.
Oddly I wasn’t bothered by it. Turned out the juice had something in it and after my third glass I was more fascinated by his work than anything else.
It wasn’t pornography. Sure parts were exposed, but the way he captured the act made sex look beautiful.
I asked him where had to go to take these pictures. Did he just stand around watching people has sex for the camera?
He said ‘Yeah,’ and I could tell by the look on his face that he was deadly serious.
He explained how watching people fuck was inspiration for him and that there were places in the city, a long way from here, where he could go to get just this type of art. He said sometimes it was better than actually doing it himself.
“So, my cousins a closet Nymho.” I muse “Good to know.”
“Shut up Max, it really is beautiful.” She playfully bats me on my shoulder.
I look at her, waiting for clarification because clearly Sex with an audience was not the norm.
“He took me a couple of times… to the place where he gets his art. It’s a studio downtown where the models have sex and people come to watch, some people draw them, others paint or photograph.”
“So basically a sex show?” I provide
“It’s not some cheap cock and balls porno, anyone can volunteer. It is a very closed setting, and you wouldn’t know about this place unless you went looking for it.
“Have you and he ever…posed?” I ask
She nods this far off look on her face, “It helps me to look at sex as an art form rather than…”
“An art form you share with half the fraternity.”
“I agree with you that when you love someone sex can be beautiful. But sometimes it not love sometimes you connect with someone on this whole other level, a physical level. You could never express it with words. It’s not love it’s something else.” She tells me
I think about it.
Physical connections.
Hmm that’s one way of putting it
“I don’t just sleep with everyone they send my way I get to choose, and a lot the guys that I’ve been with are some of my closest friends now.”
“How do you know the difference?” I ask “Between love and…this other connection”
“You just do. Sometimes it’s that way sometimes it’s just hot monkey lovin’ but a lot of the people I know I wouldn’t have met were I afraid to…try new things.”
“So, some people can’t speak, they have to fuck to get their feelings out.” I add succinctly
“Precisely, now do you want to hear how your cousin popped my cherry or what?”
“Proceed”
“So I was looking over his photos and…”
… I was stuck on one in particular. It was of a man, lounging, and his penis clearly erect.
Now I was I was no Pollyanna I’d had my fair share of gropes in the dark and knew what a hard dick felt like,
But I’d never really seen one on display for all the world to see.
I suppose I was gawking or something because Zan placed the portfolio aside and asked me if I wanted to see one for real
Here a guy is asking me if I want to see his schlong and I just nod like it happens every day.
The things liquor does to you.
But I knew my attraction wasn’t strictly booze induced. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him at the party.
There was something about him, he stood out to me.
The alcohol simply liberated me enough to act on those intuitions.
I was turned on by the pictures, and then by the way Zan’s smoldering eyes were boring into me.
I felt like he could see me inside and out,
Like he could see under clothes,
Like he could see that all this talk of naked bodies, and hard cocks had caused to cream myself.
Zan wasted little time with preliminaries
He tilted my head and kissed me.
And let me say
God bless that boy and his pierced tongue.
The things he does with that ring just thinking about it makes me shiver.
He took my hand in his he placed it on the buckle of his belt.
I’m so caught up in his kiss I didn’t do anything about it.
He waits a few seconds than unbuckles it himself.
He placed my hand on the waist band of his boxers,
Still caught up in the kiss, and then those washboard abs, still I do nothing
He waits a few more seconds then urges my hand inside his shorts.
Now I won’t bore you with the details but essentially Zan was very patient with me that night.
I mean, I know how horny he must have been, and it took me nearly another hour until we got to the actual deed.
We’d take a few articles of clothing off, then stop and make out until I was comfortable.
He let me try a hand job on him, even though it didn’t really work, I never got him off because well…
Never let it be said that Zan is a minute man, if you catch my drift.
He fingered me until I felt I was ready for him. He went slowly allowing me to take him in inch by excruciating inch, and then waited another few seconds for me adjust.
Zan made sure that I came before he allowed himself to.
Most girls don’t come their first time because it hurts so much, or guys are so quick to finish themselves. It made me feel special to know that I did.
I was with someone that was sympathetic to my inexperience, not something you expect to find in a fraternity boy.
But that was part of Zan’s generous spirit and what made me fall in love with him.
Some may look at it as a bad thing because I lost my innocence due to some silly Sorority game, but it had to happen sometime.
I’m just glad it was with him
Any way after the initial I kept coming back to him after that night he said I was insatiable.
We tried I don’t know how many different positions; you already know we went to that studio a few times.
I just couldn’t get enough which is why I volunteered to do what I do for the guys.
I like sex, I love it.
“…We don’t really talk about our relationship publicly because not many people can wrap their mind around the idea that I’m with someone yet I’m going to fuck them. We want everyone to be as comfortable as possible. So they can come to love sex too.”
She finished her spiel and I can feel her eyes on me searching for my reaction.
I have none, just taking it all in
“Max, it doesn’t have to be this horrible event that scars you for life.”
I shrug and don’t really say anything for a long while ‘til she asks “What?”
“I still think sex should be reserved for those you care about. I mean this connection you talk about love or otherwise it sounds intense. Why would you want to share that with everyone? It almost cheapens it. Each time you’re with someone you give a little piece of yourself away.” I explain
“So did you want to apply for your uterus now or after we fuck.”
She’s joking but this is actually very serious, at least for me.
“I’m kidding I just… don’t know what to tell you. It is what it is. Maybe after this is all over you’ll meet someone you connect with. If not at least you’ll have a good time trying.”
She gets up preparing to go “So tomorrow, don’t worry about anything, I’ll find you.” She leans in and kisses me “Just be ready for me.”
Once she’s gone I feel my lips still warm from her touch “Maybe I already have found someone.” I mumble to myself
Author: Behrystrwbry@yahoo.com
Summary: Liz is the big woman on campus, it’s her turn to help little boy Max become a Man…
disclaimer: all characters are the creation of JK, and other PTB at the WB Fox and UPN
Rating: Adult
Coupling: L/z eventually M/L
<center>Omega Phi Sweetie Pie</center>
One
Max
Quadrangle
3:14 p.m.
“So are you going to stare at me the whole hour, or were you actually going to come over and talk?”
I look up and all I see is midriff and low rise jeans
I smell her perfume ‘Lucky You’, Ivory soap,
And that telltale hint of something else,
Something uniquely her. I’d recognize that scent any where now.
It pulls me in and I almost for get to speak.
“Uh….Hi, I’m Max Evans.” I stutter not knowing what else to say.
“I know who you are.” She says simply, before helping herself to the seat next to me.
I’m sure she does know how I am; she probably makes it her business to know every one of the new pledges personally.
I’m pretty sure everyone who crosses Omega is aware of exactly who she is.
I can remember the first time I saw her, in a room with two, maybe three guys. I’m not sure because I could only see through the creak in the door.
I was going through the house on some random assignment one of the big brothers gave me.
Now I’m not usually into voyeurism but, you hear moans and see naked flesh it kind of piques your curiosity.
I check it out, and see this unassuming petite brunette straddling one of the guys riding him to kingdom come, while another beat off in the corner.
It was arousing to say the least and I spent the next five minutes in the bathroom taking care of the woody the sight gave me.
Images of creamy skin and perfect tits flitting through my mind.
Normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought; I mean frat guys can get into all types crazy shit.
But when I peeped a similar scene two days later with two other guys I knew then what she was.
They call ‘em Omega Sweethearts, associated either though some sorority, or having dated one on the guys in the frat.
Possibly several at the same time
And basically it was her job to fuck them.
Apparently Omega Phi takes very seriously their oath not to “pledge [any] virgins.”
The others had their turn, I knew mine was coming.
And I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that. Who wants to loose it to some random fraternity whore?
“I’m not a bad person you know.” she says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass between us.
I look over and catch her eye, deep brown eyes.
She’s actually really pretty and seeing her in jeans and a fitted V neck Tee, she looks like any of the other girls traipsing this campus.
“My name is Liz, and I actually have a normal life with friends and everything, just like you.” She tells me “I even have boyfriend.”
Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.
“Well Liz,” I begin “how does your boyfriend feel about your…extra curricular activities?”
“He loves it. Most times he watches, says it’s a real turn on.”
“Okay.” Because, what else do you really say to that.
“Okay.” she mimics a wry smile lighting her face “That’s all you have to say?”
“Yeah if you want to have meaningless sex with a bunch of frat guys…”
“I knew you were one of those.”
“One of what?”
“An idealist… a romantic...someone who thinks fucking has this deep soul connecting bond behind it or something. Sometimes sex is just sex, no big deal, no attachments…”
“Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night, not my business.”
She leans in to my ear and just loud enough for me to hear, whispers “How do you fall a sleep at night. Do you dream of me while taking the little doggie out for a stroll?”
Firstly, I’m not little
And secondly, how could she possibly know that? Before today we’ve never even had a conversation.
. “I saw you Max, and I know you saw me.” Her hand is on my crotch causing rover to stir to life.
Satisfied with herself she leans back against the table. “Let’s go somewhere I want to tell you a couple things.”
Liz grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet before I get the chance to protest.
We’re headed for the lawn behind Eastwick building
Before we get there we run into my cousin Zan. The whole reason I’m joining this stupid fraternity anyway.
At first glance Zan doesn’t look like your typical Frat guy. The tattoos and body jewelry you wouldn’t think Greek life is his style. Which is why I figured I’d give it a try, if he was sold on it, must be good.
I roll my eyes as Liz leans in to take his mouth in a kiss that I’m almost embarrassed to watch.
We’re in a secluded cul-de-sac so no else sees this.
Lucky them.
Zan claps me on the back saying “She’ll take care of you bro.” then Liz and I are headed to the lawn again. We find a shaded spot and make ourselves comfortable.
“Zan,” I begin “He’s your boyfriend?”
“One and only.”
“You learn something new everyday.”
“What’s that supposed to mean.”
“He just doesn’t seem like your type. I mean you’re Miss all American, Student Government, Sorority girl. I’d think you’d want someone more like you.”
But then, I never would have never thought her to be a sweetheart either so I suppose with Liz you can never tell… I don’t say that though.
“He’s not really my type, I guess. He just has a huge dick and I can’t get enough.” I nearly gag “Considering you’ve got some of the same jeans I’m kind of curious if you do as well.” She smiles that smile again.
And nearly shit a brick,
“Don’t have coronary I was kidding. I just love to see you blush. I’ve never seen a guys do that before. It’s cute.” she peals over with laughter at my expense.
I’m embarrassingly pure. Ha, ha we get it.
Eventually she sobers enough to say “I love Zan because he’s different. Different like you’re different. He may pretend to be this playa playa,” She said mocking my cousin’s trademark New York accent “But he has a beautiful soul.”
“Never say playa, playa again. You just don’t pull it off.” I joke.
Then it was her turn to blush.
“Seriously Max I wanted to tell you that they know that…that you’re the big V and well your time is coming soon, either with me or one of the other girls. Zan suggested me because he knows that you and I share similar experiences.”
It feels good to be with her like this.
Just this
No need to throw sex in the mix and screw it up.
“How so?”
“I was a virgin too when I pledged Delta Phi. Your cousin was the one to…scratch my itch. I’m telling you now so that you have time to prepare yourself. I never like to do anything to the guys that they’re uncomfortable with
“And they just pimp you out like that? You, and your other sorority sisters and no one has a problem with that?”
“Firstly not everyone knows I do this. It’s kind of …confidential”
Top secret sex
Should be fun.
Maybe we can play the mission impossible theme while we do it, too.
“Secondly, no one does this against their will. The sisters that perform this service for the guys only do so because they want to. It’s voluntary. We just enjoy sex… a lot, we’re far too much for any one man to handle.”
“Okay.”
“Again with ‘Okay’.” she teases “Look Max, Zan respects you a great deal, I do too, or at least what I know about you. Anyway he asked me to make myself available for any questions you may have. Now you’re a big Boy so I’m assuming you don’t need ‘The Talk’ or whatever… but anything else.”
I look from Liz to my hands,
From my hands, to the grass,
The grass back to Liz, take a deep breath and ask “I guess there’s no avoiding this so…Zan won’t be there will he?”
“He doesn’t have to be. I can ask him to leave if you like. Which ever will make you more comfortable I only ask him to stay when I’m with guys that…make me a little nervous.”
“I don’t mind really…I just don’t think it’d be too cool to have him staring at us, beating off in the corner…” She’s blushing and laughing now
“That’s exactly what he does, doesn’t he… Oh my God what have I gotten myself into they’re going to lock me in some room for an orgy and…”
“Whoa, whoa, no orgy, just me, maybe Zan and they won’t lock you in. Like I said no one forces you do anything. ”
“They just won’t let me cross if I don’t…”
She doesn’t say anything but when she begins to fiddle with the grass I have my answer
“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”
I start fiddling with the grass too.
“Here let me tell you how it happened for me. Maybe that’ll change your perspective.”
She crossed her legs, trying to get herself comfortable before beginning her tale.
“The sisters called us together one night and took us to this party, and they didn’t flat out tell us we had to sleep with the guys. Only, shot off some nonsense about how we all had to be women by the next morning. When I heard that, I was ready to quit. Clearly sorority life was not for me. All…”
…these all the girls were leggy blondes
I’m a short brunette clearly I didn’t fit.
Still I went to the party, stayed a few minutes, and then was ready to book it out of there
There was something about the way the guy with the spiky hair in the corner was looking at me that made me stay.
He kept winking at me with that crooked smirk. The looks he was giving me were like...like he wanted to devour me.
I’m talking literally eat me up with a spoon.
It wasn’t long before we were dancing and every lean inch of his body was hard…
“...Not that all these details aren’t fascinating,” I interrupt “But get to the part where he locked you in a room and raped you.”
By this time we’re both reclining on the grass looking at the blue sky
She sits up on her elbow and says “I was trying to be gentle, but if you want I can give it to you raw...” her statement is drenched with innuendo.
“Give it to me raw.” I say
She rolls her eyes then continues “We went back to his place…”
…Which just so happened to be one of the rooms at the Omega house. I was hella nervous ‘cause everyone had already hooked up for the night and I knew he expected the same thing.
Heck, the sisters expected it. So what was I supposed to do?
I’m freaking out, thinking I’m going to be deflowered by some random gu.y
But Zan was really sweet because he knew I was tense and offered me a drink so I could relax. Of course I refused and told him I wanted to leave.
He rubbed my arms,
I jumped.
He offered me a glass of juice instead and asked me to stay and talk.
He was very polite about it. Not what I expected given the way he was dressed, the tattoos and every thing …
I’m thinking Sex drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll
Not apple juice and a coaster.
At first the conversation was innocent. I explained how while Biology was my major dance was a secret passion of mine. He told me he knew. I would find out night that Zan knew a lot more about me than I thought.
Zan told me he was studying art, he always liked to take pictures but he came here to learn how to make it art.
He showed me some of his photographs; a few were of me in the strangest places,
In my dorm on the phone,
In the quad with friends.
“You watch me?” I asked
He nodded and I can tell he was a bit embarrassed.
Zan went on to explain that in all of the photos I was smiling a smile that he rarely saw so when he did he had to capture it.
It should have freaked me out that I had a quasi stalker. But it didn’t I felt special.
My happiness was immortalized on film.
As I looked through his portfolio the photographs became, how you say, risqué.
A lot of naked people,
Naked women,
Naked men,
Sometimes naked men and women.
Oddly I wasn’t bothered by it. Turned out the juice had something in it and after my third glass I was more fascinated by his work than anything else.
It wasn’t pornography. Sure parts were exposed, but the way he captured the act made sex look beautiful.
I asked him where had to go to take these pictures. Did he just stand around watching people has sex for the camera?
He said ‘Yeah,’ and I could tell by the look on his face that he was deadly serious.
He explained how watching people fuck was inspiration for him and that there were places in the city, a long way from here, where he could go to get just this type of art. He said sometimes it was better than actually doing it himself.
“So, my cousins a closet Nymho.” I muse “Good to know.”
“Shut up Max, it really is beautiful.” She playfully bats me on my shoulder.
I look at her, waiting for clarification because clearly Sex with an audience was not the norm.
“He took me a couple of times… to the place where he gets his art. It’s a studio downtown where the models have sex and people come to watch, some people draw them, others paint or photograph.”
“So basically a sex show?” I provide
“It’s not some cheap cock and balls porno, anyone can volunteer. It is a very closed setting, and you wouldn’t know about this place unless you went looking for it.
“Have you and he ever…posed?” I ask
She nods this far off look on her face, “It helps me to look at sex as an art form rather than…”
“An art form you share with half the fraternity.”
“I agree with you that when you love someone sex can be beautiful. But sometimes it not love sometimes you connect with someone on this whole other level, a physical level. You could never express it with words. It’s not love it’s something else.” She tells me
I think about it.
Physical connections.
Hmm that’s one way of putting it
“I don’t just sleep with everyone they send my way I get to choose, and a lot the guys that I’ve been with are some of my closest friends now.”
“How do you know the difference?” I ask “Between love and…this other connection”
“You just do. Sometimes it’s that way sometimes it’s just hot monkey lovin’ but a lot of the people I know I wouldn’t have met were I afraid to…try new things.”
“So, some people can’t speak, they have to fuck to get their feelings out.” I add succinctly
“Precisely, now do you want to hear how your cousin popped my cherry or what?”
“Proceed”
“So I was looking over his photos and…”
… I was stuck on one in particular. It was of a man, lounging, and his penis clearly erect.
Now I was I was no Pollyanna I’d had my fair share of gropes in the dark and knew what a hard dick felt like,
But I’d never really seen one on display for all the world to see.
I suppose I was gawking or something because Zan placed the portfolio aside and asked me if I wanted to see one for real
Here a guy is asking me if I want to see his schlong and I just nod like it happens every day.
The things liquor does to you.
But I knew my attraction wasn’t strictly booze induced. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him at the party.
There was something about him, he stood out to me.
The alcohol simply liberated me enough to act on those intuitions.
I was turned on by the pictures, and then by the way Zan’s smoldering eyes were boring into me.
I felt like he could see me inside and out,
Like he could see under clothes,
Like he could see that all this talk of naked bodies, and hard cocks had caused to cream myself.
Zan wasted little time with preliminaries
He tilted my head and kissed me.
And let me say
God bless that boy and his pierced tongue.
The things he does with that ring just thinking about it makes me shiver.
He took my hand in his he placed it on the buckle of his belt.
I’m so caught up in his kiss I didn’t do anything about it.
He waits a few seconds than unbuckles it himself.
He placed my hand on the waist band of his boxers,
Still caught up in the kiss, and then those washboard abs, still I do nothing
He waits a few more seconds then urges my hand inside his shorts.
Now I won’t bore you with the details but essentially Zan was very patient with me that night.
I mean, I know how horny he must have been, and it took me nearly another hour until we got to the actual deed.
We’d take a few articles of clothing off, then stop and make out until I was comfortable.
He let me try a hand job on him, even though it didn’t really work, I never got him off because well…
Never let it be said that Zan is a minute man, if you catch my drift.
He fingered me until I felt I was ready for him. He went slowly allowing me to take him in inch by excruciating inch, and then waited another few seconds for me adjust.
Zan made sure that I came before he allowed himself to.
Most girls don’t come their first time because it hurts so much, or guys are so quick to finish themselves. It made me feel special to know that I did.
I was with someone that was sympathetic to my inexperience, not something you expect to find in a fraternity boy.
But that was part of Zan’s generous spirit and what made me fall in love with him.
Some may look at it as a bad thing because I lost my innocence due to some silly Sorority game, but it had to happen sometime.
I’m just glad it was with him
Any way after the initial I kept coming back to him after that night he said I was insatiable.
We tried I don’t know how many different positions; you already know we went to that studio a few times.
I just couldn’t get enough which is why I volunteered to do what I do for the guys.
I like sex, I love it.
“…We don’t really talk about our relationship publicly because not many people can wrap their mind around the idea that I’m with someone yet I’m going to fuck them. We want everyone to be as comfortable as possible. So they can come to love sex too.”
She finished her spiel and I can feel her eyes on me searching for my reaction.
I have none, just taking it all in
“Max, it doesn’t have to be this horrible event that scars you for life.”
I shrug and don’t really say anything for a long while ‘til she asks “What?”
“I still think sex should be reserved for those you care about. I mean this connection you talk about love or otherwise it sounds intense. Why would you want to share that with everyone? It almost cheapens it. Each time you’re with someone you give a little piece of yourself away.” I explain
“So did you want to apply for your uterus now or after we fuck.”
She’s joking but this is actually very serious, at least for me.
“I’m kidding I just… don’t know what to tell you. It is what it is. Maybe after this is all over you’ll meet someone you connect with. If not at least you’ll have a good time trying.”
She gets up preparing to go “So tomorrow, don’t worry about anything, I’ll find you.” She leans in and kisses me “Just be ready for me.”
Once she’s gone I feel my lips still warm from her touch “Maybe I already have found someone.” I mumble to myself