Chapter 5: Neil is First

Neil must have literally flown down the steps and hallway as it seemed to be only seconds after Kristen hung up that there was a rapid series of knocks on the door. Kristen grinned at me and then walked over to unlock the door and opened it just a crack. Seeing that it was Neil, she opened the door wide enough to let him in. My first impression of Neil was that her description was pretty accurate. Handsome, tall and judging by with bulge already growing in his pants, probably well hung as well. Hmmm, maybe we WAS my type! Neal was wearing some well-worn jeans and a school T-shirt which showed off his muscular physique quite well. He looked a little older and I was guessing that he was a senior or maybe even a grad student.

Neil noticed me sitting on the bed and after taking a good look at me, he turned back to Kristen with a hint of puzzlement in his face.

“Ok, so where’s Sara?” he asked. “And who’s this?”

Kristen quickly explained who I was and that it was me he would be fucking tonight. My thoughts were a bit jumbled and confused as I struggled between my natural attraction for a guy like Neil and an unexplainable shyness. Under normal circumstances I would have loved to flirt with him and tease but there wasn’t anything “normal” about this. Even when I was escorting I was still under control of the situation but here it was like Kristen was pimping me and that was for some reason causing me some issues.

For better or worse, I wasn’t going to have a lot of time dealing with my internal issues. As conflicted as I was, I felt a wave of relief that he didn’t look disappointed at the prospect of having me instead of Sara or Kristen. Things began to focus and come into perspective as I realized that he was just another college boy with only one thing on his mind - getting laid. As far as he was concerned, I was sure it didn’t matter who I was so long as I let him fuck me.

Kristen was suddenly being quiet herself, for once, so Neil took the initiative. I had a strong feeling this wasn’t his first time playing Kristen’s little game. He moved over closer to me and grinned broadly, showing off a perfect set of white teeth.

“Damn, wish I had a cousin that looked like you!” he whispered under his breath just loud enough for me to hear. He started to undo his pants and then seemed to finally realize that I was still just sitting there quietly, “Well, you just gonna sit there or what?”

I may not have been quite sure what to expect when Kristen had invited me to her dorm room for the night, but this entire affair was certainly NOT even remotely anything I had considered. My initial instinct was to just get up and leave. After all, what right did Kristen have farming me out like some piece of meat for something could only at best be called a “quickie” with a bunch of horny college boys?

In case you’re wondering why someone like me would be having the issues I was having, you need to understand that for me, sex is 80-90% mental. The same guy that bores me fucking me in the bedroom can drive me insane if he does me at the beach in the water surrounded by people. When my father fucks me it isn’t his overwhelming technique or cock size that makes it so special, it’s that he is my father. Being fucked by a married guy if his wife is watching doesn’t make me cum nearly as hard as if he is doing me while talking to his wife on the phone - and she has not idea is he is cheating on her at the same time. Looking at porn doesn’t do much for me but seeing a pic of me with a guy’s cum on it and his cock gets me instantly wet. So you need to understand - for me It’s all mental.

The mental thing was main reason I was as perturbed as I was over Kristen’s plan. She hadn’t forewarned me about it to allow me to absorb it and prepare for it. Over the years I have found that there are many things I don’t mind trying IF I have time to think about it first and prepare myself mentally. Most of the “bad” times I’ve had weren’t necessarily all that “bad”. “Unexpected” would be the more correct way to describe them.

Well, this situation certainly qualified as one of these times! My point is that if Kristen had told me about all of this back at her house, maybe even with her mom there to egg us on, by now I probably would have been practically dripping with anticipation. I mean, it’s not like I hadn’t been fucked by a string of strangers before! Unfortunately, thanks to the unexpected turn of events, I was feeling like some freshman at her first high school dance, unsure of herself and hoping to be wanted by the guys yet wary of the lewd boys were circling her like vultures.

Feeling a hint of panic, I looked over at Kristen who was now motioning for me to get going and strip. When she saw the way I was looking at her, she faked a big huff and stood there with her hands on her hips, probably wondering what was wrong with me. Seeing my cousin disappointed in me wasn’t helping matters, that was for sure, but feeling guilty wasn’t the same as feeling horny and my pussy certainly wasn’t responding yet either.

Neil, obviously, didn’t have a clue as to the dynamics in the room and had already stripped off all of his clothes. Before I knew it he was standing in front of me, totally nude except for his watch which he kept looking at with all the patience of someone late for work waiting for a bus. It was pretty obvious what he must have been thinking; his fifteen minutes of fame was flying by and when was he going to get his share of my pussy? The more I looked at him the more I saw what a hunk he was. Hmm, maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

You know how it feels when suddenly your entire mindset suddenly shifts, when it’s like a spell has been cast over you and suddenly you “see the light”? It was like that now for me as my eyes locked in on his horny cock and my pussy suddenly ached so hard it was like I was having a menstrual cramp. Who cared what led up to this? Who cared what he thought of me? In that moment my logical mind suddenly checked out and my physical needs and emotions took over. You could say I went from running under full control to letting myself just respond by instinct. It’s not something that can be explained, it just happens!

Neil wasn’t exactly a master at reading people so he missed whatever signs there might be in my posture and expression that would have told him I wanted him like a bitch in heat. Most of the change was in my head and inside of me, notably my pussy, so it wasn’t like a neon sign was suddenly flashing over me announcing “Fuck Me”. Kristen knew me well enough to recognize what was happening and she was smiling now as she knew what was going on inside her cousin’s head.

“Here, I’ll help you,” Neil said with a definite note of exasperation in his voice. He put his hands on my shoulders and pushed me onto my back leaving my legs hanging over the edge of the bed.

You had to say one thing, the boy was certainly ready to go! His cock was now hard as a rock, one of those that had a bit of an upward curve to it such that when he was standing it pointed up at the ceiling like a heat-seeking missile ready for launch. Kristen had been right, he DID have a nice cock! Other than my dad’s, I hadn’t had a hard dick in ages and this one was looking better the more I saw of it. In the end, while this may not have been exactly the type of situation I had been expecting, I HAD expected to get fucked one way or another. After all, THAT was pretty much a given if you hung around with Kristen for more than a few hours.

Neil roughly undid my jeans and quickly pulled them down and off of my legs, leaving me bare-ass on the bed. Evidently he wasn’t a big tit-guy as he didn’t appear to be too concerned with my sweatshirt. He just pushed it up and out of his way as he kneeled on the floor between my legs and immediately started to lick my pussy with his outstretched tongue. If I had anything to say about it, he could have started with some light touches and some attention to my thighs but under the circumstances I guess his actions were understandable. Besides, what guy really likes foreplay anyway? Most I have known just want to get right down to it and only act “sensitive” to appease me.

“Mmmmmmm, not bad,” he murmured, his voice barely recognizable with his face pushed up against my crotch.

To be perfectly honest, I would have preferred Kristen to be eating me out while I sucked him or something like that as my cousin was a million times better at licking my pussy than this guy. That said, he wasn’t much different than most guys I’ve been with. For whatever reason, men just don’t get it when it comes to licking pussy, no matter how many times I’ve tried to teach them and even demonstrate for them on another girl. Well, that’s not a really fair thing to say. There ARE a small number of them out there that have mastered the art so girls, if you find one of these rare treats, hang on to him like a blood diamond because they come few and far between (no pun intended)!