Summers it’s just Mal taking care of Kappa Epsilon Mu, but often he has company. Of all the girls he invites to the house, I like Lisa best. She’s fun. For instance, Mal, inveterate philosophy major that he is, will try to get her to debate body versus mind. “What if someone throws a ball at you?” he might ask. “Do you try to catch it? Or do you tried to get out of the way?” He’ll stand there, hands on hips, that inscrutable grin... “What if you did neither?” Lisa would respond. “I don’t see how that’s possible,” Mal would say. “Sometimes I don’t know about you,” he’d go on.

“Well,” Lisa says,” what about that painting?” She points to the painting on the far wall. When Mal turns toward the picture, Lisa picks up one of my toys and flings it at his back. “Ow,” Mal yelps. “What was that all about?” Lisa puts her hands on her hips and mimics Mal’s inscrutable grin. “But I do like your body,” she admits. “Let’s go to bed.”

To be sure, I like watching them fuck, especially when Lisa is on top Her blond mane sways so enticingly. Her little breasts too. And the motion of her bottom is mesmerizing. That combined with the noises she makes—sweet, soft purrs and juicy yowls. Her sex sounds speak to me. But best of all is her beguiling cunt scent. Impossible to resist. If I were Mal I’d sixty-nine her til the cows came home. And in this part of town there are no cows to come home, though it occurs to me that the last letter of Kappa Epsilon Mu might be mistaken for the sound a cow makes.

After sex, while Mal recovers, Lisa usually pads down to the lounge and pretends to play the piano. I sit next to her and nuzzle her, my mind and my body pure music. “Do you think he’s ready for round two?” she asks me. “Mmm, maybe one more tune first,” I answer. “Maybe two.”

“I know, I know,” Lisa says, but two or three tunes later she strolls back to the bedroom and pounces. Mal’s softened cock soon comes to life in Lisa’s mouth. “Oh Lisa,” he moans. Soon they’ll be fucking again. Yes, her sex scent is glorious—better than catnip.