This is the fifth story about Sandy and Tim. Based on true events, I have been writing and posting them in chronological order. Even though each story stands on its own, you might find that reading them in order helps you better understand who they are. The earlier stories are:
It Started in Drivers’ Ed Class, which tells the story about how Tim and Sandy met,
I Can’t See You, in which Tim “helps” Sandy get ready for a date,
Nothin’ but Skin, about their trip to a friend’s wedding and the loss (kind of) of her virginity, and
Who Played Whom, recounting their first summer home from college.
I hope you enjoy the stories.
Sandy turned the page of the student newspaper and exploded into laughter. “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, “they’re going to be showing porno films at the Student Center.”
“Oh, you can’t be serious,” replied Tim. “No way.”
“Yes, way. It’s a new series of films. Listen to this,” she laughed. “Return to the days when adult movies had plots, women had natural breasts and men didn’t have tattoos. Student Government is pleased to present a new series of classic porn films. So get yourself up, join us and let’s all come together in the theater every Thursday night at 11:30. We’ll be doing it all semester long.”
She looked over the paper at Tim. “This is hysterical! Can you believe it?”
“Sounds like someone has a sense of humor about it, too. It could be fun.”
“Oh, let’s go! Neither of us has classes on Friday this semester, so it’s not like it’ll interfere with our work. It’ll be a great way to kick off the weekend, and who knows? Maybe it will expand your limited sexual repertoire.”
“Careful, girl,” Tim responded. “What’s that old phrase? ‘Be careful what you wish for?’ You just might not want to open that door,” he said with a laugh. “What the heck; why not? Does it say what this week’s film is?”
“Yeah. It’s something called ‘The Opening of Misty Beethoven.’ There’s no description of it in the ad, so I don’t know what the big plot is.”
Turning to the back pages of the newspaper, she continued. “Maybe it’s listed in the movie section in the back here. Oh, here it is. It says it’s an adult takeoff of ‘Pygmalion.’ And then in parentheses, it says “for those of you who are engineers, that’s ‘My Fair Lady’ without the music. Oh, God, this is so funny. Let’s see, the synopsis says it’s one of the classic adult films of all time. Misty is transformed from a bumbling prostitute to a sex goddess in a humorous romp. The movie won several awards in the adult film arena.
“I think it’ll be fun,” she said, looking back at Tim.
“Ok, let’s do it.”
Sandy walked out of the bedroom wearing a long tunic top that fell to her mid-thigh, over a pair of white shorts and sandals. “I’m finally ready,” she announced.
He lifted up the tunic. “Shorts?”
“Yeah, I decided that a skirt wasn’t the best thing to wear to a porno film. I was afraid I might leak onto the seat.”
Tim just had to laugh. “Ok. No telling how many people are going to show up, so we’d better get going.” Sandy grabbed a purse that was roughly the size of Texas, and they headed out.
As it turned out, the theater was packed and the film was great. Beautiful women with natural breasts and no tattoos, nice-looking cocks (according to Sandy) attached to guys that were fit but not on steroids, and a real plot that actually almost made sense. They both thoroughly enjoyed it, but Tim could feel the sexual tension in the theater rising as the movie went on, and he noticed that there was a lot of fidgeting during the hotter scenes.
“We’re going to have to do this again,” he whispered to Sandy.
“You’re damn right we are,” she replied. “I want season tickets.”
When the movie ended, Tim held Sandy in her seat, avoiding the rush of people heading for the exits. “I need to let it get soft,” he said, quietly.
“That’s fine, as long as it doesn’t stay that way. I think there are a lot of people who are going to get lucky tonight, and I better be one of them.”
“I don’t think that’s going to be a problem.”
“I need to stop at the girls’ room on the way out; how about if I meet you outside?”
“You got it,” he replied.
Tim waited outside for about fifteen minutes before Sandy appeared. When they got to his car, she reached behind the passenger’s seat and grabbed the towel that was on the floor. She spread it over the seat and then sat down.
“You ok?” Tim asked, when he was starting the car.
“I’m more than ok,” Sandy replied. “I’m hot as hell and I can’t wait to get home.”
Tim reached over to caress the inside of Sandy’s thigh. His hand moved upward until he felt the soft folds of her lower lips. “What happened to your shorts?” he asked.
“They’re in my purse. I decided to donate my panties to the pile, and I didn’t see any reason to put my shorts back on.”
“I donated my panties.
“I have no idea how it started, but when I went into the ladies’ room there was a big pile of panties in the corner. I guess the girls decided they didn’t need them any more. Like I told you, there are a lot of guys who are going to get lucky tonight. As a matter of fact, it sounded like there were a couple of girls getting lucky in the ladies’ room.”
Tim couldn’t help but caress Sandy’s pussy as they talked. “What do you mean by that?”
“Well, judging from the noises coming from a couple of the stalls, I think a few of the girls were getting a head start on things. And there were more than two feet showing under a couple of the doors.”
“Are you shitting me?”
“No, not at all.” Sandy gave a little laugh.
“A lot of things happen in the ladies’ room; you guys have no clue. You wouldn’t believe some of the things I’ve seen in there over the years.
“The janitor is going to get an idea, though, when he sees that pile of panties. We’ll probably see a picture of the pile in next week’s paper.”
Tim gave a little snort. “Can you imagine that? That would be so hot.”
“Well, I think things will get hot in a lot of places tonight,” Sandy said as Tim turned into his apartment’s parking lot. “Including here.”
Sandy remained in her seat, waiting for Tim to open the car door. When she did, she exited one leg at a time, giving him a full view of her from the waist down. Without speaking, she then began climbing the outside stairs up to Tim’s floor. He followed her like a puppy dog, playfully swatting the back of her tunic up so he could see her magnificent ass.
“You are so fucking hot,” he exclaimed.
“Don’t be crass, Tim,” was her only response.
When Tim unlocked his door, Sandy walked in and, as always, kicked off her sandals. Pulling her tunic over her head and tossing it on the couch, she moved further into the room. “You want something to eat?” she asked.
“Good,” she replied, as she pulled out one of the dining table chairs, sat on the edge of the table and leaned back on her elbows, spreading her long legs invitingly. “It’s ready. Come and get it while it’s hot.”
“Damn, it’s my favorite,” Tim said as he strode to the table, his mouth watering. “How did you ever know?”
“I’m a girl,” she replied. “We know guys.”
Tim enjoyed his late-night snatch ... I mean, snack. Having Sandy’s thighs wrapped around his neck only added to the ambiance. He was still hungry when she shuddered and pushed him back onto the chair.
“My turn, babe,” she stated as she turned around on the table until her head was hanging over the edge. “I need something to eat too,” she said as she began clawing at his zipper. “What are you doing with your clothes on?”
“No one gave me a chance to take them off,” he answered.
“Well, I’m hungry,” Sandy demanded. “Drop trou. Now.”
Tim didn’t hesitate. When his cock sprang free, Sandy grabbed it and pulled it into her mouth, grabbing Tim’s hips and forcing him into her. With her head hanging off the table, she was able to take his cock straight down her throat.
“Oh my God, baby,” Tim exclaimed. “Have you been practicing?”
Sandy pushed him back so she could answer. “No, I’m just starved, and I’ve been inspired. Now hurry up and fuck my face.”
Tim didn’t hesitate. He went as hard and fast as he could, and Sandy urged him on until he finally dumped his load down her gullet.
“God, that was good,” Sandy gasped when she had swallowed it all. “I’ll probably have a sore throat tomorrow, but I’m sure that more of your magic salve will get me through it.” She spun around again, until her feet were on the floor as she leaned against the table. Grabbing Tim’s erect member, she stood and stumbled toward the bedroom. “Let’s get to bed, baby. We need to rest.”
When they awoke in the middle of the night for a bathroom break, they each enjoyed another late-night snack.
Life was good.
They didn’t wake up until after nine. After all, it had been a long, hard night. After a late breakfast, showers and a little rest, they headed out to get some lunch. Tim noticed that Sandy seemed a bit pensive today; he assumed she was just tired from the festivities last night.
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