Chapter 17: Frightening the Specters

Our next-door neighbors were creeps. Not the dumb blondes from two doors south but the guys who moved in on the other side of us. The first party ran most of Labor Day weekend. We ignored them as much as we could, but when we went out to orientation Tuesday, there were beer cans in our yard and vomit on the sidewalk. The girls were royally pissed off and were going to start picking up the cans and throwing them back in the assholes’ yard.

“Hey, wait,” I said. “Don’t touch any of their garbage without gloves. I hate to say it, but they could have all kinds of crap in there. Maybe even needles, condoms, and body parts.”

“But they trashed our yard!” Jas screamed. “They can’t do that!”

“And the sidewalk,” Ariel agreed. “Gross!”

“I’ll pull the hose around and wash the sidewalk,” I said. “When we get back this afternoon I’ll go have a talk with them. I doubt anyone is awake or sober this morning.”

I sprayed down the sidewalk and managed to not get any of their shit on me. We walked down the middle of the street anyway to the next block where we could catch a bus to campus.

Orientation went fine and we stuck together most of the day. Of course, there were portions that were departmental specific and we headed off in all directions for a couple of hours. Ariel headed off to the College of Engineering, Jas and Char to different parts of the School of Business. Kelly hadn’t declared a major yet but decided to investigate the Digital Studies Department. I figured Sarah Lynn would go to medicine or nuclear physics or something, but instead she headed to the College of Arts and Letters to receive orientation for a Political Science degree. That girl was going to change the world one day. Of course, I headed for the Department of Art.

“You never called,” Eva said, falling into step beside me.

“I haven’t been available this summer,” I answered when I recognized her. “You aren’t a freshman. What are you doing at orientation?”

“Work study. We get a stipend for leading tours of the department and taking people over to the Art Lofts. So you still want to paint me?”

“The way I remember it, it was you asking me to paint you,” I chuckled. I wondered if Eva would fit in with our group or if the girls would tear her a new one. “We should talk about it now that I’ve got a place to work.”

“Yeah. Well, you’ve got my number. Use it, okay? I gotta run to my group. See you!” She turned off toward a different studio and I went into the lecture hall where we spent an hour getting the rundown of how the department was organized and what the expectations were for first year. Then we divided into small groups for a tour of the facilities. I didn’t get Eva’s group.

After a day of touring and getting class schedules and requirements, I spent two hours in line at the bookstore spending over five hundred dollars on supplies. And two of the books I bought were used!

“Assholes,” Sarah Lynn said quietly as we walked down the street on the way home. Kelly sent a text that said she went home early and would put the casserole we made up yesterday in the oven. Jas said she needed to rearrange her work schedule and was going to Applebee’s. Char and Ariel were walking behind us sharing some excitement over being on their own in college. I looked at the weekend worth of beer cans in our yard.

“We’ll figure out a way to deal with them,” I said. I wasn’t sure what it would be yet, but it had to do with gluing the cans to their hands and foreheads. Wish I could figure out a way to do that.

“Hmm. Maybe you could do the same thing for the jerks in Poli Sci,” Sarah Lynn said.

“Bad?”

“Men outnumber women five-to-one in my major. Apparently, one of the women is really ugly because I had six men stuck to my ass all afternoon.”

“I hope you mean figuratively!”

“There were a couple of not-so-accidental touches,” she fumed. “And one guy is going to lose his arm if he puts it around me again. The worst, though, was the rich kid. ‘Hey, let’s take a drive in my Boxster and put together our strategy for the term. You and I would make a great pair.’ He didn’t even know my name yet!”

“Hmm. Maybe we should have a contest tonight to see who got hit on the most at orientation,” I laughed.

“You didn’t! Of course you did. How many girls—or boys—were stuck to your butt today?”

“Just one. And she couldn’t stick. She was leading another tour group. But she wants me to paint her.”

“Oh, dear. Did she use those words, Jett?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re thinking she’s going to be a canvas and not a model,” Sarah Lynn laughed. “Is she cute?”

“Sort of. She’s a little geeky, like most art students. We aren’t exactly known to be the models and athletes of the school.”

“You could fuck her when you paint her,” Sarah Lynn said. “Make her hold the pose while you do her.”

“You have a mean streak! I’m not looking for anyone else to fuck, Sarah Lynn. After last night, I’d just as soon move in and live in your pussy.”

“Well, I liked the way you decorated it. But Jett, really. We’ve got to keep our options open and not get tied to each other. I mean that for all of us. We are just going to get emotionally screwed over if we get too invested in each other. Kelly fucked Derek before you. Jas gave Rick a farewell blowjob before he left for baseball camp. I’ve got six sticky Poli Scis on my ass and one of them—not the rich kid—is pretty cute. You’ve got a girl that wants to get naked in front of you and painting is a good excuse. I don’t know. I think Ariel and Char are just holding out to tease you.”

“Jas gave Rick a blowjob?”

“Shit! You didn’t know?”

“She told me she was going to fuck him, but when we all moved over here, I never heard anything about it again. I guess I thought she’d decided not to.”

“She did. She decided a blowjob would be enough to settle her curiosity. It was during the three weeks we were all living in different places trying to find our little paradise here. But the point is that none of us have made exclusive commitments, Jett.”

“Yeah. I know. I guess it just caught me by surprise. I’m still not really interested in screwing around.”

“Say that when the opportunity actually presents itself. Like the blonde bimbos did Saturday. I bet you could get the three of them to pose naked together. Get them into a position with their asses in the air and do all three of them, then paint them together,” Sarah Lynn laughed.

“You are truly an evil woman,” I said as we walked up the steps to our front door.

“You know what?” she whispered in my ear and then licked it. “I bet you have time to decorate my pussy again before dinner. I mean ... since you’ve moved in and all.”

As it turned out, the casserole was in the oven with a note on the door that said, “Ready at six.” There was a note on the door to Kelly’s attic that said, “Camming until six.” We knew that meant not to disturb her. Ariel and Char followed Sarah Lynn and me to the big bed in ‘my’ room and helped us fuck each other. Sarah Lynn rode me in a reverse cowgirl with Ariel between our legs licking my balls and her clit. Char mounted my face with her arms wrapped around so she could play with Sarah Lynn’s tits. When Char finished on my face, I didn’t want to let go of her cinnamon hips. I just kept stretching my tongue into her pussy as far as I could get it. By the time Sarah Lynn clamped down on my cock and I started spewing into her, Char had peaked again.

Ariel crawled from between our legs and lay down beside me with a sigh.

“You didn’t get off, did you?” I said, tracing circles around her nipples with my index finger.

“Not yet. I know you’ll all take care of me. I just ... I was down there licking where I could see and feel your cock going in and out of that yummy twat and thinking that if I wasn’t such a chicken, you’d be pumping in and out of my juicy cunt. I’m just ... I’m the only virgin left and just can’t believe that huge cock is going to fit in my tiny Asian pussy.”

“Hey, Tiny,” Char said. “I’m a virgin.”

“What? All yesterday afternoon after the painting we could hear you all over the house screaming, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ Didn’t he do it?”

“Well, my pussy’s still virgin.”

“Really? You ... He was ... You mean...”

“As good as he feels in my ass, I’m in no hurry to lose my vaginal cherry,” Char sighed. “His tongue in my pussy ain’t bad, either.”

“Oh. Oh!” Ariel gasped as Sarah Lynn rolled between her legs and took a swipe at her slit. “I ... Maybe I should try that. I could feel how big it really is. Um ... you wouldn’t hurt me would you, Jett?”

“Of course not. I love you just the way you are. Don’t feel pushed to do something more than you’re ready for,” I said. Ariel started to answer but squealed as Sarah Lynn zeroed in on her button.

All six of us stood at our neighbors’ door when I knocked. Our front porch was enclosed with storm windows but theirs was just open. It was still hard for all of us to approach the door because they had the porch full of empty boxes. Our neighbors were slobs.

“Hi. I’m Jett from next door,” I said when a tall skinny guy wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else opened the door. “These are my housemates.” He scanned the girls.