Part 1

The ongoing naked house party that began in that first week of the new year never really ended. It just morphed and went through phases. It wasn’t a twenty four seven rolling fuck fest. At least not every day. The new schedule still made use of Lynn and Kiki’s campus rooms and the guy’s shared house, just not quite as it had before. Midweek nights at Club 22 were frequent. The game being to pickup singles or better yet couples to play with. Alex was genuinely surprised how many hot girls were quite open to the direct suggestion of casual sex. Often,

“We should get a room and keep one another up all night,”

was enough to get a,

“Alright. Just let me tell my friend where I’m going.”

He’d get a wink or a wave from Rose, who never failed to score and he’d be off. Hand in hand with a willing girl to Lynn or Kiki’s room. The hottest girls, who never turned the light off and enjoyed themselves the most, were given whispered, secret, instructions, in the strictest post coital confidence, on finding the naked house. Two were brazen enough to ask straight out if they could bring their boyfriends.

“If you’re happy to sit in my lap and watch him fuck one nursing student while eating out another. Then of course you can.”

This resulted in excited moans of,

“Yes,”

and a second round of fucking of course.

Ross and Lynn preferred to hunt together for girls who’d share with both of them. At first this meant Lynn finding a girl, getting to the gentle kissing and leg stroking stage and then suggesting they share a guy. Ross’ skills improved over time though, especially when he found out how intrigued girls were that it was his girlfriend who had pointed out to him how hot they were.

“Your girlfriend is OK with you coming on to other girls?”

“Yes. She has great taste and she thinks you’ll taste great. We seldom disagree.”

“So you’re picking me up for her?”

“Do you think she’s hot?”

With Ross’ assistance such girls would succeed in seducing Lynn and inevitably want to express their gratitude and panting lust in his direction as well. Usually back at the naked house where they’d take the new girl to the big bed and make her feel loved.

Rose was happy, learning and growing. It was one thing sharing a quick frantic fuck at a party where everyone was doing it. It was quite another being alone with one person all night on ordinary rushed work days. Relationships took time to develop. You had to learn about one another before you could love one another properly. You learned pretty quickly though when you slept, eat and often showered intimately together. Rose loved to see the developing relationships between her lovers. It was what Aunt M. always said. They were intimate with one another in order to get to know one another rather than getting to know one another in order to be intimate. The way Kiki mothered the Harring boys from the start. Brushing their hair and handling them firmly as she tucked them into their pants. How Ross responded so differently to Alex. Ross was keen to please but light hearted on the surface. Alex was often stoically serious and while accepting Kiki’s mothering he never gave her an inch. When the time came he would take her body in his hands and she would dance to his tune. She loved it of course and melted into his arms. Kiki wasn’t obviously exhibitionist and shied away from trying kinkier things but Rose was sure if Alex had piss fucked her in public she would have gone with it because it was Alex. Ross had the greater difficulty satisfying Kiki but it surely wasn’t for lack of trying. His determination earned her respect and friendship and they often talked as much as they fucked. Lynn adored Alex from the start and not just because Rose did. Seeing her with Darren was so special too. He cared for her like a fragile doll and she constantly whispered in his ear admitting her dirtiest thoughts and ideas with absolute, honest sincerity. Darren who still shut the door to take a piss, in a flat with his own lovers, would piss tickle Lynn to shaking, wildly splashing, orgasms with nothing but pride, despite often getting soaked in the process. Rose loved them all and they all knew that they could come to her with anything. Any problem, any desire, any idea. Being held in Darren’s strong arms was such a joy and he was learning to fuck her as she liked. Ross listened attentively to every nuance of her desire, made her laugh and fucked her with everything in him. He was learning to accept her gifts in return. Alex was her partner, her heart and he was becoming a truly great lover she was so proud of. Despite the rampant slutting by one and all they spent a great deal of time together in classes and at home. Technically he was still living at the Harring house but in practice he’d moved into Rose’s flat. That was what she wanted. To share life and lovers with him. His yearning for the same didn’t need words. Just that look he gave her after she put his cock inside Kiki and got herself off watching them fuck on her bed. Their little fuck family was humming along nicely in a buzz of ever growing love and ever shifting lust. Not everything worked out as Rose would have liked but the world was by no means a perfect place. Even in this incredibly privileged little corner of peace and fun there were bad people and mistakes to be made.

On club nights Rose seldom needed her own bed. Ross was sure Rose would actually fuck a man on the dancefloor if he had the stones to go for it. As it was they often barely made it outside or into a bathroom. Any dark corner with a seat or just a wall might be enough. The most promising guys however got taken back to her boyfriend’s house for a proper work out. This ensured they quickly grasped a few things. Rose had a steady boyfriend and that wasn’t about to change. He knew she slept around and was so fine with it she had no qualms about banging them in his bed. They also found out pretty quickly how much they had to learn about sex. The ones who wanted to learn were given enough hints to find the naked house. On these occasions either Darren or Essen was almost always in the next room with Kiki, adding to the sounds of passion and close by if needed. Not that Rose was too concerned about a man physically overwhelming her. That could be fun when you wanted to give them what they wanted anyway. One guy, Trent, did decide that he would enjoy seeing pain on Rose’s face. When he’d ignored her “No,” for the third time, she placed her hand gently on the side of his head. He was experimenting with how far he could twist her nipple while pinning her with his body weight. The stun shock from her ring left him twitching, helpless, on the floor next to the bed while Rose calmly went to ask Darren to remove him. Five minutes later Darren came back in with a smile on his face.

“He wasn’t happy. He wanted back in.”

“You persuaded him to go though?”

Kiki asked. She was making coffee in the tiny kitchen, wearing a completely open robe.

“I guess he didn’t fancy a black eye to go with the headache.”

“Thank you Darren,”

Rose gave him a hug. Kiki gave him a wink and all three slept in Darren’s bed that night. Rose sandwiched protectively between her lovers. Trent hadn’t actually got around to hurting her really but he’d stopped listening completely and made it clear he wanted to make her scream. If only he’d known the right way to do that. Some guys were just too dumb to learn. She didn’t cry, well not much anyway.

Alex found that being in love was far more than one thing. Being in love with Kiki was a slow building trust and appreciation. A sliding under her gregarious everyday self to make love to the sensitive, deeply sexy, woman, who’s eye’s smouldered when she was about to cum. Her strong chocolate thighs flexing spontaneously around him. There were depths to Kiki as yet unexplored by anyone except maybe Darren. He was willing to go there but he never pushed. He loved her enough. She loved him back enough. They could fuck, long and deep. Buried in one another in front of their friends. It was warm and safe. Being in love with Lynn was a hilarious, kinky, rollercoaster of sex, deviance, cuteness and brilliance. Mind blowing logical and mathematical insights delivered between giggling flashes of pussy and making sure your hair was right so you could attract that cute girl. Solemn loving kisses preceding wild piss sex. Casual public exposure while talking coursework. They could fuck anywhere, wet or dry at Lynn’s choosing. He loved her enough to let Lynn be Lynn without getting into too much trouble and she loved and trusted him to decide how much was too much. Being in love with Rose was something else altogether. It was like discovering another universe. A whole other world wrapped in a package so beautiful your mind took a holiday the moment you looked at her. Rose embodied that other world where they’d spent the new year break. That world of unimaginable freedom and luxury. She carried it around with her. She lived it, even here in Alm. To be with her was to touch that other world, to feel the rush, the opening up of possibility, and the inevitable hardening of your cock and rising heart rate that went with it. Rose was no delicate flower either. She was strong in mind and body. She was more than a match for him in the gymnastic sex department although she claimed he was easily good enough to keep her happy. They competed and cooperated and shared love in everything from orgasming one another into oblivion to the History of Science. It had all begun with jokes about dating the BWR back at the beginning of the year and now he was actually in love with all three of them and even prepared to admit it to himself.

Not every night was party night and not every day was meant for romance. Sometimes, on a Sunday, Darren and the Harring boys would just get some beers and go to Monument Park to sit around and drink and chat about girls.

“You scored again last night. That’s twice this week.”

Alex raised his can in Ross’ direction. Ross had brought a new girl back to the general Saturday night hijinks at the Naked House last night and she’d kept him exclusively busy most of the evening.

“Things are different since we came back from Chareen. I don’t know but it just seems easier. Clara was fun.”

Ross said.

“You’re different is what you mean. I’ve seen how you pick up girls now in five minutes when it used to take all night. Some of that Baxter sex magic has rubbed off on you.”

Darren drained his can and tossed it into the empties bag.

Alex agreed.

“I think you’re on the money. I’ve been trying to understand why things are easier. Ross won’t agree but I think we’re becoming more like Rose.”

He tried to explain.

“Have you ever sat down next to a girl you don’t really know. You’ve never had sex with her or even seen her naked but you’re at a party or some place where sex is possible however unlikely. You’re feeling really chill because, lets say, you had a really good fuck session with Rose this morning. So you’re loved up in a general sort of way. You look at this babe sitting next to you and you don’t start to think about what it would be like to fuck her or what she would look like naked. You don’t resist it, it just doesn’t happen. Instead you just think that if she rolled into your lap, right here, right now and asked you to fuck her, you’d go with it. And you realize you actually would. Real world, not an idle thought. She’s simply hot enough an you’re open enough. In your mind you’ve already said yes. There’s no doubt in it. It’s not that you want her; not that you need her, or are even curious. It’s just that you realize you’d be more than happy to be intimate with her immediately and ask questions later.”

Ross nodded and sipped his beer but said nothing.

“Sure I guess I’ve felt that a few times. You see a girl and you think, hmm, nothing wrong with her at all. She could just go naked on weekdays and no one would object but the thought doesn’t go any further. It’s just a nice relaxed acceptance. Like if she was in my bed when I got there no comment would be necessary,”

Darren was getting it.

“Exactly,”

Alex said,

“But in the past you or I might get that feeling about the occasional hottie when we’re feeling really open and chill. Once in a blue moon.”

“I guess it doesn’t happen very often. More these days perhaps. I used to feel similar to that a lot with Kiki in the early days when we were only kind of dating and not sharing. I’d see her across a room and I’d just accept in advance for the next time, for whatever it was she needed. Like you said about saying yes before hand but I was definitely also chasing. It was part of falling in love.”

Darren concluded. Ross handed him another can.

Alex scratched his ankle and continued,

“I think so. Now imagine being Rose. She lives in that feeling. She’s feeling that about most of the people around her, like all the time. She lives in that open hearted zone every day. Like she’s part way falling in love with everyone.”

“It’s difficult to imagine but I believe you. I’ve seen the way she is even with strangers in Club 22 or at her place. When some guy says he wants to fuck her or play with her tits or even just to kiss her, she just looks at him, like she’s only looking for honesty and if he’s being honest she says yes and she’s into it, just like that.”

Darren snapped his fingers.

“It more than that though,”

Alex continued,

“I saw her once, accidentally bump elbows with this slightly chubby blonde chick. We were out in town. They were sitting back to back on some open seating at this club. Rose apologized and the girl said what seemed like half a dozen words to her. Maybe Rose overheard more. Anyway she leans over to me a couple of minutes after that and says. ‘I’ll be fifteen minutes. I’m just going to take Lilly to the ladies room and eat her pussy.’ She reaches back, takes the girls hand, without even looking. Get’s up and Lilly just follows her meekly off to the ladies without another word. I asked Kiki a few minutes later when she came back from there and she confirmed.

‘Oh yeah. Some blond is getting lucky tonight. She’s sprawled on the sink counter getting the treatment from Rose. If it wasn’t a hundred decibels in here you’d be able to hear her. She go-in out tonight!’”

Darren just shook his head in wonder.

“Rose must pay a price for that surely though. I mean, imagine if you had thirty or fifty girls that you were half way in love with. That you would hold on your lap and make eyes with, no words required. You’d be getting your heart broken a dozen times a day. How could anyone stand it?”