Chapter 22: The Lost Semester

Spring semester, 1982 (January – May)

No sooner had I arrived back at my dorm room than I experienced a flashback to the other timeline.

Benny, my soon-to-be-ex-roommate, was in the process of moving his belongings out of the room. He told me that he'd decided to live at home and commute to his classes. He shook my hand, told me it had been great to have me for a roommate, and left.

Technically, the housing office had the authority to assign someone else to the room, but I knew they wouldn't bother. Just like last time, I'd have a private room for an entire semester.

With that in mind, on the first day of classes, I made the snap decision to increase my course load. I signed up for a statistics class, one which was a prerequisite for my major. This moved me from fifteen credits up to eighteen. It wasn't just the added privacy of my own room that induced me to do this. The truth was, right now I had no friends to speak of, and I believed I'd have the time on my hands to really buckle down. Taking an extra course now might allow me to take it easy at some point down the road.

But having no friends was a drag, and when the first Friday night of the semester rolled around, I was going stir crazy. I decided I had to do something about it.

It was a frigid and crystal clear evening as I fired up the ignition of my car, and let the engine warm up for a few minutes. Then, I drove about thirty minutes to the north. My destination was a punk rock club called Sedation.

I'd visited this place a few times in the other life, along with a few buddies, but not until near the end of senior year. At that time, the club was approaching the end of its heyday. Still, I'd been a particularly unattached bachelor at that point in time, and I'd managed to get myself laid a couple of times.

But now, the club was near its peak, and it was there that I met Lily Atkins.

She was your prototype early eighties punk chick. Garish makeup with black lipstick and over-the-top eye shadow. Bizarrely slutty attire. Multiple piercings in her ears, a nose stud, a small ring between her nostrils, and (I found out a little later) a tongue stud as well. Her hair was short, spiky, and a combination of black, brown, and purple, although she frequently played mix and match with the colors. She had an extremely fair complexion and piercing blue eyes. Although she wasn't particularly attractive facially, she had a well-proportioned figure, with ample breasts, and stood about five-foot-nine. She was twenty-one years old, three years my senior; this made her legally able to purchase alcoholic beverages. She told me that she worked five days a week, Monday through Friday, as a desk clerk in an auto parts shop. She had never attended college; in fact, I wasn't even sure that she had finished high school.

Lily was bisexual. She was in a long-term committed relationship with a woman, with whom she shared living quarters. Her girlfriend's name was Ruth, although Lily constantly referred to her as Ruthie. They had a unique arrangement, which Lily described to me, practically shouting over the driving beat of the music.

"We've both agreed not to see other women," she explained. "But Ruthie told me I can hit the clubs on weekends and date men, to satisfy what she calls my breeder tendencies. She's a nurse, and works twelve-hour shifts on Friday, Saturday, and Sunday. So, I use the weekends to cruise the clubs in search of dick. I told Ruthie that she was welcome to do the same if she wanted, but Ruthie's really not into men at all."

She went into some of the more lurid details of their relationship, and another interesting tidbit came out.

"I'm the dom in our relationship, even though she's a lot older than me," she told me casually.

"How much older?"

"She's thirty-seven."

I mulled that over for a second.

"And how long have you been together?"

"Three years."

I did the math.

"So, let me get this straight. When you first hooked up, she was thirty-four, and you were eighteen?"

"You got it. Technically, I was barely legal."

"And even then, you were the butch?"

"Yep."

"But you don't look butch." Despite her outlandish getup, she really did look quite feminine.

"Being butch is a state of mind," she smiled. "Besides, I need to look girly if I want to continue to attract the guys."

She and I hit the dance floor for a while. Then, I asked her if she wanted to come back to my place. And we left, she in her car, and I in mine. On the way, we stopped at a liquor store, where she picked up a twelve-pack.

Back in my newly-private dorm room, our clothes came off almost as soon as I closed and locked the door. Lily looked much better undressed. I was expecting a lot of body art, but she had only two small tattoos, one on the lower back and one over the left breast, plus a navel ring. Without further ado, she crawled onto my bed, assuming the doggie style position. She did insist that I put on a condom, telling me that Ruthie had requested that all dicks that entered Lily's body needed to be covered. I crawled behind Lily and entered her, my dick hammering into her until I came. I reached down with my hand, and the second I touched her clit, she went off as well. She was amazingly responsive.

Then, she turned around and pressed her fully opened mouth into mine. It was then that I first took note of her tongue piercing, as my own tongue brushed up against it. I flinched very slightly in surprise. She pulled away from the kiss, grinning widely.

"I can do fun things with that stud," she told me. "Ruthie loves it."

I was learning that just about everything that came out of her mouth contained a Ruthie reference. But I didn't mind. In a way, it was arousing.

Lily directed me to lie back on the bed, explaining that she wanted to show me what exactly could be done with her tongue stud. She took me into her mouth, and I quickly got hard again, especially when she began to flick the stud against the sensitive tip of my cock. Again, she wasn't the prettiest girl in the world, but something about her – maybe it was the whole punk aura, maybe the bisexual thing – made me horny beyond belief. I started to eat her pussy as we sixty-nined each other, and I discovered that she was shaved. In fact, she'd done it recently, because there was little or no stubble.

She came quickly; I took a bit longer this time. I then asked her when she had shaved herself. I was quite curious.

"Ruthie did it for me before I went out. She likes to prep me for any action I might get."

And then, out came the beer. Lily grabbed her purse and pulled out something else: a joint, which she lit up, and took a huge hit. Then she passed it to me.

In the previous life, I could easily count on one hand the number of times that I'd used marijuana. But when Lily offered, I didn't refuse.

"There's a lot more where that came from," she assured me.

Before long, most of the twelve pack had been consumed, and we were both too obliterated to do much else except lie flat on the bed for some time. Finally, I came to somewhat. Enough to roll back on top of her, and fuck her one more time, although ejaculation was a struggle in my condition.

I looked over at my desk clock; it was closing in on 4a.m. Lily grunted and reached for her purse again. Out came another joint, which we passed back and forth, sending us both back into oblivion again.

Next thing I knew, the sun was well up. Lily was asleep beside me. I could feel another erection building. I shook her gently, her eyes fluttered, and I once again rolled on top of her and entered her.

I felt like getting some food in my stomach might be a good thing; she didn't agree with me. So, I made a quick run to the dining hall, and brought some extra food back to the room, just in case, which I technically wasn't allowed to do. Lily told me then that she would have to be going, begging off consuming any of the comestibles of marginal quality that I'd presented to her. She had something else in mind, anyhow.

"One more time before I go?" she said with a red-eyed smile.

And so, I laid back on the bed and she climbed aboard. In no time, the number of used condoms I'd disposed of since Lily's arrival had reached five. I didn't think I had it in me.

The following Friday evening, I returned to the club at the same time. Lily was already there.

"I came prepared this time," she smiled.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll see."

Back at my room, I found out what she meant. But first, we talked some more about Ruthie, who I would never actually have the pleasure of meeting. Just like the previous Friday, our clothes came off just as soon as we entered the room. We lay down on the bed, just to talk at first.

"Ruthie's a big girl," said Lily. "Bigger than me, and I'm five-nine. An inch taller, and much more solid. She's a country girl from Indiana. Corn-fed, just the way I like 'em. And she isn't punk at all. Would you believe she's into country music?"

"Sounds like the two of you make quite a pair," I laughed.

"We make quite a pair in bed," she offered, suddenly taking the conversation in a risque direction. "Can you imagine two Amazons like us getting naked together and doing the nasty? Want me to tell you what it's like?"

I gave no verbal answer, silently implying that she should continue.

"Every morning, we shower together. Just imagine me kneeling down between her legs and licking her pussy. Like I said, she's a big girl, and her pussy lips are extra large."

I was only partly aware that I was beginning to stroke myself as she talked.

"I love to run my tongue over her slit, and make her moan as the water runs down over us," she continued, taking note that I was now masturbating in earnest.

"And another thing I do," she added, "while I stick the tip of my tongue inside her pussy, I like to press the tongue stud against her clit and wiggle my tongue back and forth. It makes her scream with pleasure."

By now, I was furiously whacking off.

"Tell me when you're about to come," she whispered as she continued to share details of her encounters with Ruthie.

Finally, I nodded that my orgasm was imminent.

Lily promptly leaned over and put her mouth near the head of my dick. I figured she intended to engulf me and let me shoot off in her mouth. But she didn't. She held still, instead taking my load in her face.

She looked up at me, completely nonplussed, with my semen plastered to her cheek and her chin, and a strand hanging from her nose.

"I love Ruthie with all my heart," she declared. "But there are certain kinds of magic that only a good stiff dick can perform."

Afterward, out came the beer and the pot. We'd gotten somewhat wasted when Lily reached into her purse for another surprise: a tube of K-Y jelly.

I looked at her with my eyebrow raised.

She got down on all fours on the bed and told me simply, "I love taking it up the ass."

In my current state, I was more than game. Again, this is something I'd done a precious few times in the other life. But I could already see that with Lily, I'd be continually pushing my boundaries outward. She had already lubed up her back door, while I slipped on a condom. I pushed against her hole, which yielded a little with pressure. Finally, her sphincter gave way, and I eased it into her. Although she'd claimed that this was a favorite activity of hers, she was still tight.

"YES!!!" she shrieked as I bottomed out. "That's it! Fuck me! Fuck my fucking ASS!" Did I mention that the walls in the dorm allowed a good bit of sound to get through? I'm sure my neighbors enjoyed that particular outburst.

I began a slow rhythm that, combined with the novelty of this act, soon resulted in my emptying yet another load deep inside her.

And as seemed to happen with every sexual encounter, the Ruthie comparisons emerged.