Archive-name: 3plus/lovetri.txt

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Archive-title: Love Triangle





   When I was in college, years ago, anything went.  We were threatened by

syphilis, gonorrhea, herpes, crabs.  All of them are inconvenient, some 

could make you sterile, but seldom did anyone die of venereal disease.  The

Pill had freed us forever, we thought, from the threat of unwanted pregnancy.

Sex was readily available to any normally attracive individual, and poular

wisdom had it that to be young and in college was to be kinky.  I tell you

this so that those of you who weren't there will understand, and those of you

who were will remember.

   I was a junior in that year of 1971, and I had a boyfriend by the name of

Dave.  Our sex life was good--we did some experimenting--but not what I would

have called spectacular.  We partied a lot.  Didn't everbody?

   At one of the parties, we encountered an old friend of his, an acquaintance

of mine.  The reason she wasn't a friend of mine was that Dave and she flirted

constantly, or rather, he'd come on to her and she'd tell him to call her 

when he didn't have a girlfriend.  We all got rather drunk at that party, and

since Dave was the best of us at getting home alive and tipsy, he offered to

drive her home.  She accepted, and climbed into the back seat.

   I was surprised when he drove straight to our house, but she didn't say an

anything and we all settled down to watch "Saturday Night Live."  In the middle

of the show, Dave gave her that look which could devastate any female heart and

said "Jody and I are going to....Wanna join us?"  

    You could have knocked me over with a feather when she said yes with no

hesitation.  Even now, she is hard for me to understand.  We went into the

bedroom, where Dave was fully occupied undressing us both.  We both started 

kissing and rubbing him, but only touched each other when we happened to

grab for the same body part at the same time.   

     When we were all naked, Dave turned out the lights.  I could barely make

out him kissing her.  While he was doing that, he grabbed my hand and pulled

me next to him.  He raised his head and told me to suck her tit.  Though I know

now that this was her first experience with another woman, as it was mine, her

back arched and she stroked my face.  Dave went to her other nipple and she

started, but moved one hand to cup the back of his head.

    Suddenly she sat up and bore Dave all the way onto his back.  She kissed

his chest, but was plinly on her way down to his dick.  Beating her to the 

punch, I took his erect cock into my mouth.  He stroked my hair with one hand,

and I think I saw his other cupping her breast.  I lost track of them both

in the joy of giving head.  Unexpetedly I felt a tongue flick tentatively up

my slit to rest lightly, quivering, on my clit.  I jumped.  I've never felt

anything like it.  Her tongue swirled around wetly, stimulating me in ways I'd

never been touched before.  I told myself I should be imagining that it was

Dave, that it was any man.  I'm not a lesbian! I told myself.  But the thought

of that woman's tongue touching me in that way was so erotic that I came almost

immediately.

    Belatedly, I realized that in my pleasure I had co,pletely forgotten 

Dave's.  Jenny, however, had done no such thing and, with a husky chuckle,

stole his saliva slicked member literally from under my nose.  He came noisily

into her mouth, and, in his sotted state, rolled over and went to sleep.

    I felt that it was unfair that she had not cum, so I fingered her until

she came and then stroked her gently until we both fell asleep.  The next 

morning, I found my hand still nestled between her legs.

     I didn't see her for several weeks until I bumped into her in the 

cafeteria.  During the course of lunch (strangely enough, there was no mention

of Dave or any of the events of that night), we discovered that we were in 

different sections of Cal I, taught by the same professor.  Since it's a prety

hard class, we decided to study together.  Did we have ulterior motives?  I'll

admit the thought did cross my mind, but I didn't consider it likely.

    That night, we pulled out our books.  She leaned over hers with her round

ass in the air, but my view was straight between her small breasts.  My blouse,

though rather more modest, showed a similar view between my rather fuller ones

as I, too leaned over my books.  We managed to get quite a bit of work done,

between us understanding more of the material than either.  We were sitting

crosslegged, knee to knee, dreading starting the next problem, when she started

stroking my thigh.  Blithely, she started reading out the next problem, and,

imitating her (with a few swallows), I started discussing it with her.  As

we moved closer to the solution, her hand moved closer to my crotch.  We 

finished the problem and, one handed without looking, she unfastened my jeans.

     As we worked on the next problem, she unfastened my blouse.  I laid on my

somach for the next problem, but caressed her butt.  Finally, she said "Look,

I can't concentrate," and slammed her books.  She turned me over and

slid my shirt from my shoulders.  I unfastened her shirt as we kissed for the

first time.  I sat up as she reached for the fastening on my bra, and she took

off her own shirt.  I bucked up my hips when she pulled at my jeans, and she

slid both them and my panties off at the same time.  I was naked in fron of 

her, except for my socks, and she was still wearing pants, straddling me.  The

rough denim felt incredible against my sparse bush.  I reached up and touched 

her breasts as if caressing a butterfly, and she leaned forward, the seam on

the jeans pulling at my bush as she did so.  When her mouth contacted my breast

it was like the kiss of a hummingbird, but as she flitted back and forth 

between them became more and more agressive until it was almost painful and

her mouth flew over my stomach to a place running for her.  

    It hovered there, dispensing warm breath and breathing my scent (did Dave

ever do that?) until a finger crept between my lips and teased, tantalized, had

me sqiurming and pressing for more.  Finally her mouth enclosed my clit and

sucked it hard, stopping just short of extreme pain and pleasure.  Then her 

tongue gently roved in and out of the petals of what she came to call her

flower.  Her finger explored within me finding the pleasure that stills the

squirms, and stroked and licked and kissed until I didn't care that I was in

her dorm room and the door may or may not have been locked.  When I finally

looked down, my legs were smothering her face into me with the help of my

hands.

    As my breathing slowed, I hugged her, marveling that the feel of her 

small breasts on mine could arouse me yet again, and my shaking hands unfast-

ened her pants.  Kissing her neck and velvet shoulders, I stroked her tits

with maddeningly light touches, teasing her as she had teased me.  Remaining 

seated, I had her stand, taking her pants down as she did.  Looking up the 

length of her body to her face, I lost sight of her when I buried my face in 

her muff.  She didn't taste like me, didn't taste like a man.  She tasted like

Jenny.  The taste was ok then.  I loved it later.  I explored and probed, but 

could not make her cum, then.  She hugged me, said it was allright, but I

felt unbalanced and brought her off with my finger.  Later I could make her

cum easily, when she moved in with Dave and me, and still later, when we

turned to Dave less and less and each other more and more.

    But then I had to be satisfied with what I knew, and the rest, as I said,

came later,



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