Well Spring Break might be over, but we can't stop. Back in school, Katie met me in the library. We snuck into her private study carrel in the stacks. We had a heart pounding stand up fuck at the desk, trying not to make too much noise.
Sneaking around was hot. Then secrets came out and we all got fucked.
Note: This stuff must be a work of fiction right? How could anyone remember all the conversations or know exactly what lovers were thinking?
What happens on Spring Break Stays on Spring Break. Right? That means keep your sexual flings on the down low. Or does it?
My girlfriend Susan left for Spring Break on Sunday, just after noon with Charlene and Allyson. The three of them had gone off on Spring Break together. Susan left me behind, because I had to work.
Allyson left Katie behind she had to work. I guess they thought it was OK. After all I'm a guy and Katie's a lesbian. That's what we all thought, including me. Except for Katie.
Katie jumped my bones. We had delicious steamy cheatin' sex for a week. Then we had to cool it or get caught. We started stopping on Friday, one last fuck and we'd quit. We didn't quit.
Susan called from the road with updates. "Horrible Traffic." "How do you change a flat?" "Bad fog in Tennessee" Thank God, they stopped for two hours." The last call from the road was early Sunday morning. "I'm fried. I'll never drive straight through again, Miami to Ohio. Ugggh. Horrible. We're all going to crash for a few hours. Please come and wake me up for dinner. I want you."
'Oh, Shit. They're nearly here.' Finally Katie and I went to our separate corners to clean up and let our minds clear before our lovers got home. Man I didn't want to stop.
It felt nice to be wanted.
Hours later, I found Susan spooned behind Charlene in Susan's bed. They were both naked, so I got naked too. Three in a double bed doesn't leave much room. That must be what woke them up as I pushed in behind Susan.
"I think he's happy to see us." said Susan.
"What makes you think that?" countered Charlene.
"The boner." sniggered Susan.
"Bullshit it's always hard." No mercy from Charlene.
Susan moaned when I got my boner in her. Charlene moaned when Susan got her Oster powered vibrating hand on her clit. Together we slowly reached take off speed.
"Charlene, you better get your diaphragm." Said Susan.
When Charlene mounted me she said, "This is a boner test to see how much sex you've been getting. If you can't cum four times, you've been foolin' around. Might have to cut off your pussy supply." Needless to say I was motivated.
A while later, I made a naked run to the bathroom. Katie was waiting in the hall when I opened the door. She put a finger to her lips silencing me as she gripped my cock in her hand.
I went back to Susan's room with the mother of all boners. Katie rejoined Allyson. That little grip filed my mind with memories and fantasies as I went another round with Susan and Charlene.
Monday night the five of us ate dinner at Susan's house. It turned raucous. Over dinner, Katie and I struggled to keep our sexual fling on the down low. Cheating? Who me? We tried to slide back into our previous lovers and relationships, but it would never be quite that simple. It had been too delicious. Temptation was too close. Reunited partners were pestering each other for steamy details of spring break fun.
I asked, "Susan how many nights did you take them out dirty dancing?"
"We didn't go out dirty dancing." sputtered Susan.
"So you just stayed in the room got high and fucked?"
"Now wait a minute, we went out."
"So when you three did wet t-shirt contests, did you take your bra off under your shirt right in front of everybody?" Katie asked Allyson.
More stuttered denials and red faces were all we got for responses to our harassment. Katie and I kept the focus on Florida. When Allyson tried to turn the questions back to Katie, she flat out lied saying, "I just worked and didn't really do anything for fun. I did go out to The Women's Bar with the crew but it wasn't any good without you."
Susan turned to me. "I hit the usual sailing club parties. No I didn't pick up any women there. In the small world category, I did see Katie and crew hitching back from the women's bar and gave them a ride home. On the other hand I got a lot of work done, but not much for fun."
Hey, my escapade with Katie wasn't funny, it was serious sex.
The next day, Katie saw me in the coffee shop on campus. Pressed close together in line, Katie squeezed me down low, asking, "So how's Mr. Dickins doing? You know Miss Kitty weeps whenever she thinks about him. That's kinda often."
Then she shrugged away laughing loudly, saying, "Good to see yah. Say Hi to Susan."
Yeah, right. Mr. Dickins went, Throb, Throb, but we seem to have pulled it off.
Thursday that week, I tracked down a book I needed at the main library. That was a long way from my normal engineering library haunts. After checking out the book, I found a comfortable place to read for a bit in the casual reading room. Across the way I spied Katie with a bunch of students in a glassed off study space. As our eyes met, we exchanged furtive knowing nods and shy smirky grins across the distance.
The study group soon broke up. Katie made her way across the room to kneel by my easy chair. She whispered in my ear, "I've never seen you here before, what are you doing?"
Leaning closer I whispered back, "I needed this book, it was here. I figured this might be a good place to read it before my next class. It's comfortable, besides I might have to work if I go to the lab. So, what's up with your study group?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.
"I didn't think you lesbians actually ever hung around with guys?" My nose was buried in her hair, my lips brushed her ear. It took strong willpower to keep from love biting her lovely ear.
I can't pass up the little verbal dig. Glancing down I can see her nipples peaking up through her bra and shirt.
Katie makes me lightheaded, so beautiful in this wholesome girl next door sort of way. Then out pop her nipples and I'm ready to fuck her right there in the library. There is something in the smell of her skin, her hair. I'm in absolute lust. I can see why Allyson is hooked.
Leaning in closer she replied, "Yeah, but only when I..." She held out the I as a long gasp. "Really need some..." another long mmm as she reached into my lap. "Some help stud ... e-ying of what guys can do." She said with a sly smile. This close I can smell her body. Oh, man her hot woman musk is making Mr. Dickins strong.
Placing her hand on my arm, she whispered, "I think we should go to see my study carrel. It's in the stacks on the 9th floor. It's not very big but it's pretty private."
Leaning in a bit more, she whispered, "Miss Kitty is so lonely. She wants to fool around."
"OK." I responded.
Katie had me fired up from way across the room. Up close she had Mr. Dickins full attention. I was trying to look innocent, holding down my smile. My books had a mighty hard time hiding my swelling dick.
We made our way to the stack elevator which is packed with other students. Katie pressed me into the corner with her ass, it didn't help my swelling. Fortunately the rest of the elevator occupants disembarked at different floors. Finally at the ninth, we were the only ones to get off, I mean leave the elevator. As the elevator doors closed behind us, she took my hand and pulled me down a dark narrow passage between the floor to ceiling book shelves. It's dead quiet.
We went around a corner into a very dim corner. There surrounded by dusty volumes on European history were three narrow doors. Katie pulled a lanyard with key and ID from her bag.
The light from a window at the end of the row is just enough to get the key in the door. Her carrel is the center door in a row of three. "Good, no one else is here. No lights," she said quietly, pointing to the space below the other doors.
Katie flipped on the light to reveal a tiny windowless study carrel barely bigger than an airline bathroom. With the light on, I can see a built in desk, above it a shelf with integrated desk lamp and a single hard chair.
It needs mentioning that Katie was a really strong athletic woman, dick stiffening sexy as all fuck, but strong and nearly as tall as I am. It doesn't wound my manly pride at all to say that she grabbed me and nearly flung me inside the carrel saying quietly, "Get in there."
Inside she pressed me to the wall, whispering, "Fuck me. Fuck me now Mr. Dickins. Fuck me hard. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me." At the same time Katie, pulled my belt buckle free and dropped my jeans around my ankles.
Then in a flash, her personality flickered to another channel. Her voice rose an octave so she sounded like a little girl as she squealed, "Oh goodie, Mr. Dickins is hard for Miss Kitty." Giggling she shimmied out of her shoes, pants and panties.
With her bubble ass perched on the edge of the desk, she locked one heel up on the desktop, her knee pressed against the wall. Her shoulder pressed against the opposite wall of the narrow room. Her legs spread wide as she propped an elbow on the shelf behind her. It was a kind of awkward but sexy pose.
She didn't have to say anything more to entice me. It seemed as if my cock reached across the room for her, as she swabbed the tip between her cuntlips. Then she whispered, "Do it. Do it."
Wet, thought she may be, there is enough dry skin between us that it took a few strokes to get Mr. Dickins head buried in Miss Kitty. My mouth and kisses smothered Katie's moans as we joined.
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