Chapter 16

“I feel like it. I haven’t slept in well over eighty hours, I drank a lot of beer, and then this. I need a shower,” I said.

“Do you have some extra towels?” Michelle asked.

Our bathroom had a decent-sized older bathtub in a tile enclosure with a shower curtain. The rose and avocado wallpaper reminded me of the bathroom in my grandparent’s house. As I said, very Ozzie and Harriet. Even though two amazing girls were getting in the shower with me, I thought I was too tired to do much besides wash.

Wrong. One look at the water cascading over Janine’s ass and Michelle’s hot nipples had me getting interested all over again. I decided I could be tired later.

The girls took turns washing each other, while I stood there and watched. Faces were gently washed, breasts were softly scrubbed, and pussies were explored ... For a while, it seemed as though the girls almost forgot I was there. No wonder their dorm mates called them LUGs. But it was only when they started tongue-kissing each other that I got truly hard.

Michelle broke the kiss and reached down to touch me. Her one small, wet hand closed gently around my shaft, while her other hand fondled Janine’s pussy. “Thanks for sharing, Janine,” she said.

Janine looked from Michelle’s one hand to the other. “Sharing myself, or him?” she asked.

“Both,” Michelle said. “You guys made this night very special for me.”

“Who says the night is over?” Janine asked. Her own hand joined Michelle’s on my cock. “Ready for round three, Dan?” she asked.

“Let’s get out of the shower,” I panted.

“Oh, not yet,” Michelle said, batting her eyes at me. “Something needs more cleaning.” She slowly lowered herself to her knees. As she went, she licked a trail from my ear, across my one nipple, and down my belly, until her tongue was washing my balls.

Janine knelt next to Michelle, her one hand on her friend’s ass. With just the tip of her tongue, Janine licked the pre-cum from my slit.

“Team blowjob?” Michelle asked.

“My thought exactly,” Janine said, just before she began inhaling my meat.

The girls took turns sucking me, licking me, and pulling on my ball sack with their lips. When they started licking up and down my shaft together, tongue-wrestling over my helmet, I again wondered what I had done to deserve this.

I came when Janine had my cock clamped firmly in her mouth. She had grabbed my asscheeks to pull me against her, ensuring that she got my entire load.

“Hey, no fair,” Michelle whined. “I had just said about sharing.”

Janine said nothing, but stood up, pulling Michelle up with her. She grabbed her friend and gave her a deep, open-mouthed kiss. I could see their tongues swapping my cum. When they had both swallowed everything, Janine looked at Michelle and said, “Don’t ever say I don’t share.”

We dried off and headed back to my room. I knew I was done for the night. I don’t even really remember crawling in bed.

I woke up the next afternoon to Tom shaking my shoulder. “Wake up, Dan.”

“Why?”

“Do you have any aspirin?”

I opened one eye, looked around, and saw the afternoon sun trying to burn through my window blinds. Opening the second eye, I saw that Tom and I were the only ones in the room.

“What do you want?” I yawned.

“My head is going to explode or something if I can’t get some aspirin. I’ve never had a hangover this bad!” Tom moaned.

“You drink too much.”

“Yeah, we’ll discuss that later. You got any aspirin or not?”

“Top left drawer of my desk.”

“Thanks, Dan, you’re my best friend.” Tom staggered out of my room and into the bathroom.

A little while later, he came back in. He almost looked human now.

“Thanks, Dan,” he said. “Those aspirin, a shower, and some quality bathroom time, and now I think I’ll live. Oh, don’t go in the bathroom for a couple minutes. That exhaust fan is kind of weak.”

“You’re a pig, Tom.”

“Yeah, well, whatever,” Tom said. “I’ve seen you pretty drunk, too. Fuck, I don’t remember some shit from last night! Did those chicks actually come back here with us? Last thing I remember, I was pissing in the alley.”

I was about to say something witty, when I got a text message. “dont drink 2nite”

“who r u” I texted back.

“J and M”

“hey,” I keyed.

“redo last night with you”

“ok,” I typed.

“come alone”

She texted again. “how many times duz 1 go into 2”

“find out 2nite” I wrote and closed my phone.

“Tom,” I said, “You fucking drink way too much.”