Claire's Freshman Year
Copyright© 2022 by Tom Brostwin
Chapter 10
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 10 - Claire, Tom's surrogate daughter, goes to college at the local university. She is accidentally assigned to live in a Fraternity and decides to embrace this opportunity for new adventures. Needless to say her bisexuality blossoms as she makes new friends and reconnects with everyone from the neighborhood.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Consensual Romantic Lesbian BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction Humor School Sharing Mother Son Brother Sister Father Daughter Grand Parent Group Sex Orgy Anal Sex Double Penetration Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys
After reconnecting with my mother, I began to find clarity in my life. I hadn’t realized how much I missed her or even how big the hole was that she left in my heart. Yes, Tom and everyone else in the neighborhood have been supportive. I will always be grateful for that. But, In my heart I felt like I needed to find a way to give back some of what I’ve learned from them.
As soon as Aria and I got back to our room, I picked up the phone.
“Who are you calling?” asked Aria, with a puzzled smile, as I made a call downstairs.
“Hi Claire, how are you? What’s up?” asked Derek.
“Hi Derek, I’m good. I just need to ask you a question,” I began, while awkwardly using his name to indirectly answer Aria’s earlier question.
“I know that you are hanging out with Holly, but how are the other guys in the frat doing?”
“So, there are basically two groups, the jocks and the nerds. The athletic teams are all having winning seasons and the nerds are getting good grades, but for most guys, their social lives are pathetic,” replied Derek.
“Pathetic? What do you mean?”
“Well, not to be crude but whenever they see you or Aria I hear, ‘I’d like to tap that ass’ or ‘I wonder how they’d handle a gang-bang?’”
“Are any of these guys still virgins?”
“The jocks won’t admit it, and the nerds are simply too shy to even talk to girls. If you hadn’t forced me to talk to you, I’d still be single,” he admitted.
“Are you still seeing Holly?”
“Holly and I are still friends, but, but,” he stuttered.
“No need to explain. It’s good to date other people so you can find out what you like and what you don’t,” I confided.
“Thanks, I feel better after talking with you,” began Derek, “can we go out sometime?” he asked timidly.
I considered his question and I realized that I could go out with him, and use him to expand my connections in the fraternity, but it would be wrong to use him that way. “I want to be your friend, but, to be honest, I didn’t call for a date, I wanted to get your insight on others who I might help.”
“Really?” he chirped excitedly. “I can make you a list. Would that help?” “Hmmm,” I pondered. How about I meet up with you, Holly, Max and Maria?”
“Why Max?” asked Derek with concern.
“Don’t say anything to anyone else, but I helped Max and Maria with their relationship, just like I helped you and Holly,” I explained and immediately regretted it.
“Don’t worry,” began Derek, “Your secret is safe with me. Set up a meeting and I’ll be there.”
We ended the call and Aria immediately asked, “What are you thinking?”
“I’m not really sure, but you can help me with the details,” I began, “I know that there will be frat parties but what if they could be more like the neighborhood pool parties?”
“So you want everyone naked and having a group fuck fest?” giggled Aria.
“Well, yes, that is my eventual goal, but I think it needs to be done gradually,” I replied while absorbed in thought.
“What if we did what we did for the boys when they turned 18?” suggested Aria.
“I think that would work but let’s see if we can do it in small groups instead of one at a time,” I smiled. I quickly sent out a text to Hugh, Max, Maria, Holly, and Derek to come to our room for a meeting with me and Aria at three in the afternoon on Saturday.
“That sounds like a good group. Can we invite Will too?” blushed Aria, “I mean to keep the same number of guys and girls on this leadership team,” she smiled.
“Absolutely!” I chirped, “I should have thought of that,” I replied while my heart sank at the image of Aria developing a closer relationship with Will.
I drifted off to sleep while thinking about Hugh, Max, Derek and Will. I woke from my dream when I heard knocking on the door. Aria was sound asleep so I slipped out of bed to see who might be knocking at this hour.
I opened the door and was surprised to see Mom. “What are you doing here?” I asked sleepily.
“The University recently posted a position for a minister at the non-denominational chapel on campus,” she began. The position comes with on-campus housing and Sean has applied. I don’t know if he’ll get it but he really wants it,” she sighed.
“You know, if you’re going to live with him there, you’ll need to get married,” I mentioned while wondering whether she would even go down that path.
“After the party at Tom’s, Sean asked me to marry him and I said yes,” sparkled Elizabeth as she held out her hand with a modest diamond engagement ring.
I started to cry and when I saw the look on Mom’s face, I smiled and assured her, “These are tears of joy.”
“We’re just going to have a small ceremony performed by one of Sean’s friends. I hope that you, Tom, Heather, Mike and Molly can join us.”
“Tom said that the four of them are going on a trip to France,” I began, “If this is urgent we may need to proceed without them,” I advised.
Mom, still giddy from being engaged to Sean, replied, “As long as you’re there for me, that’s all that I really need!”
Mom left and I returned to get some more sleep in Aria’s arms.
At 3:00 on Saturday afternoon the group gathered and began to form a plan for teaching intimacy to the student body at the university. I know this sounds somewhat pompous and ridiculously absurd, but that was our goal.
“I think we need to start small with maybe one Fraternity and one Sorority. The goal for our first meeting is to find a few people with whom you have something in common,” I suggested.
“I think we need to take a different path,” began Max. “Let’s say that we have 20 women and 20 guys. We should start off with each person standing up and speaking for a minute about what they want on a date.”
“Yeah, I like that idea. One person might want a partner of the same sex. Someone else may want a sports enthusiast. I imagine a lot of women would like a guy who knows what he’s doing when his head is between her thighs,” giggled Maria.
“We’ll write down what they say, put it on a post-it and if nothing else it will get people talking,” added Hugh.
“What if we just give each person a post-it and a pen. They will write down their first name and three things that are important to them, and see what happens,” suggested Derek.
“As a group we can circulate and approach anyone who seems like a loner,” I suggested.
“It may take a few meetings before people relax and start seeking out intimacy with one or more partners,” posited Will.
“Guys,” began Hugh, “and I mean gals too. Parties between Sororities and Fraternities are all about intimacy. The problem that we need to address is that most guys don’t know what they are doing!”
“Yeah,” agreed Max. “Without Claire teaching me how to lick pussy I would have lost Maria for sure.”
“It would need to be a full time job,” laughed Clare, “Where are we going to find,” I paused and decided to hold my thoughts as I pondered a role for my mother.
Everyone looked at me, waiting for me to finish my sentence. “I’ve got some ideas, but I need to do some more research before I share them.”
“I don’t know about the rest of you, but all this sex talk has me fucking horny. Does anyone here want to douse that fire?” giggled Maria.
Will smiled and said, “I don’t think that I’ve ever had the pleasure!” as we all noticed the worried look on Max’s face. Aria stepped up and said, “I’d like to see what you’ve got Max.” Then, the four of them left to go up to our apartment on the third floor.
Ultimately Holly ended up enjoying an incestuous fuck with her younger brother Hugh and Derek fucked me.
Later, Aria and I were talking and I asked, “At some point should we have togas sort of like we have in the neighborhood?”
“I like that idea,” began Aria, “If you’re wearing white toga, you’re experienced and want sex, but what about someone who is still a virgin but wants sex too?”
“Maybe a red toga?” I asked.
“And people wearing street clothes are interested in meeting someone in a non-sexual way?” I asked.
“No,” began Aria seriously, “These gatherings are to explore and become more comfortable with intimacy. It’s a bit like Tom’s pool parties. You’re either all-in, or you don’t come,” she giggled at the double meaning of her last word.
“What if we just role play the first meeting. Everyone is assumed to be a virgin and gets a red toga. This puts everyone on an equal footing and makes it so that each person can talk to anyone without having any preconceived notions,” I suggested.
“That’s brilliant!” chirped Aria, “If this works you should write a book!” she smiles.
Over the next week, Aria sold the idea to the 16 guys in the fraternity and I met with the sorority that had the most promise. Maria was one of the members and assured me that she could get sixteen of them to attend.
“Is having this gathering at the fraternity going to work?” I asked Aria.
“I was thinking the same thing,” she replied, “I wish they could have an experience like we did at Tom’s house.”
“That’s brilliant, we’ll all gather at the common and I’ll arrange for a bus that can carry the 40 of us to the neighborhood.”
“Um, what about Tom?” asked Aria.
“He said that they were planning a trip to France with Heather, Molly and Mike, so the house would be empty for several weeks,” I replied.
The wheels were set in motion and everyone gathered at the common where the bus was waiting. I had a list of all attendees and checked them off as they boarded. As we left the campus, I stood up and addressed the group. “Thank you all for joining our Mystery Adventure in Intimacy. Collectively we are here to support each other. If any of you should feel uncomfortable at any time, come to me and I will resolve the issue,” I spoke confidently. “Maria and I are co-hosts along with Hugh and Will. We will also be participants.”
After my announcement, there were lots of excited whispers. “At the house each of you will receive a red toga to wear. In addition you’ll have a post-it upon which you should write three non-sexual areas of interest. Food and drinks will be provided. For tonight all drinks will be non-alcoholic. That may change as the weekend progresses.
Fortunately, Tom was more thorough than I. As we arrived I noted the kitchen was over-stocked to support the crowd. I handed out the togas and post-its while directing the men to my suite and the women to the master suite. I heard a lot of talking from the women’s room but almost complete silence from the men. Tom had also managed to rent a large number of blow-up queen sized beds that were neatly stacked in a corner by the pool. Hugh, Will, Maria and I each put on a red toga, and prepared for the unknown,
As everyone returned to the large living room and adjacent indoor pool area, the focus was on reading post-its and starting conversations. In most cases it was men with women but I also noted some same sex conversation for both genders. I was surprised that so many, who lived in the same building, knew so little about each other.
I approached two young men and joined their conversation. “Have either of you ever kissed a girl passionately?” I asked while suspecting that they might be gay. They both blushed and shook their heads. “Is there someone here that you’d like to kiss?” I asked carefully. “They both nodded and when I suggested that they go find them, they looked around and moved away in different directions. One of the guys I had talked with, interrupted a conversation between two women. He looked at one of them and said something, and she blushed.
After everyone had been talking for some time I interrupted and suggested that people might want to find others to talk with.
Since this has been billed as a weekend of intimacy, I’d like you all to feel free to explore intimacy at your own pace. I brought Will over to demonstrate with me. I took his hand, held it and looked into his eyes. “Holding hands can be a good start. If you want more I suggest that you ask first and don’t be afraid of rejection,” I concluded.
“May I kiss you?” asked Will. I smiled and nodded in reply. He lifted me into his arms and kissed me until my pussy started to cream.
With that, things started to heat up. One of a pair of girls that had been talking came over and started talking with Will. Soon he was sitting on a couch with her in his arms as they kissed passionately. I saw her take his hand and bring it to her breast and smiled that we had at least one success in the group. That left thirty-one more to go.
Before I knew it, the girl with Will was having a screaming orgasm on his face. “He knows more about pussy licking than my roommate,” she giggled while he knelt between her thighs and she held the bottom of her toga up to her waist.
“How do I learn to do that?” shouted one of the guys.
The girl he had been talking to said, “If you really want to learn, I’ll teach you,” she smiled, took his hand and led him to an armchair. She sat in the chair and had him kneel at her feet. “Now tell me why you want to do this?”
“I, I don’t have much experience with women. I like giving pleasure even more than receiving it,” he stuttered.
The girl said, “that’s good enough for me,” leaned back, hooked her knees over the arms of the chair and pulled her toga up to her waist. She carefully explained how to use his mouth on her inner thighs and vulva. After mastering that she gave him a lesson in fingering. “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” She shouted as her hips bucked against her fellow student’s face. Couples around the room followed suit and soon the room was filled with sexually satisfied women and men with tented togas.
“What am I supposed to do with this?” asked the girl with Will. Will was standing over her and his toga was tented a bit more than most.
“OK, time for another key demonstration,” I began “How many of the women have cum?” A majority of them raised their hands. “How many guys have cum?” I asked and the room was silent without a single hand raised.