Chapter 32

Trisha scowled at her reflection in the mirror as she unscrewed the top of the mouthwash bottle, letting it drop into the sink. She took a big swig of the potent blue liquid and swished it angrily around in her mouth for more than a minute as she mentally resolved to never put herself in this situation again.

After she'd finally tracked Gretchen down at Fat Teddy's they'd caught up with some of their other house sisters and gone to the big party. It had been fun for a while. Guys were all over both Trisha and Gretchen, as usual, and she'd enjoyed the attention. She'd flirted and teased several of the boys, and had more to drink throughout the night.

Towards the end of the evening, Burt had finally come over to talk to her. She had slept with Burt a couple weeks ago and the asshole had never called her. Her disappointment had turned to anger when she later heard that Burt had been bragging about screwing her, telling his buddies that she was easy. But despite all that, she was still attracted to him, and when he'd started chatting her up in the Frat house backyard, she'd acting like nothing was wrong.

Warning bells should have gone off when he asked her to go up to his room, but Trisha was pretty drunk by then and let her need for affection get the better of her. Burt, like most guys in the Greek system, shared his room with two room-mates, and they were both already in the room, doing shots of some expensive liquor. She'd expected Burt to get rid of them so they could be alone, but instead he'd taken a shot with them, and insisted that Trisha join them.

From there on Trisha had been uncomfortable, as Burt became increasingly more aggressive and disrespectful towards her, making lewd references to their previous night together in front of his room-mates, who thought it was all very amusing. Eventually she lost her patience and got up to leave.

That's when Burt grabbed her by the arm and wouldn't let go, kissing her and clumsily fondling her perky breasts. The other two frat guys watched and laughed, clapping and complimenting Burt on his "catch." Trisha demanded to be let go, but Burt in turn demanded that she stay, rubbing all over her body with his greedy hands. He was much stronger than her, and he was very drunk by this point.

When he insisted that she take out his penis, Trisha became scared for the first time. She'd heard of girls getting raped in similar situations, though no one ever talked about it afterward, and she cursed herself for getting into this mess in the first place. She sized up the situation and her relatively powerless position against the three strong college boys, and with tears streaming down her face she pleaded with them to let her go. But they wanted something in return from her, and she eventually agreed after they promised to let her go afterward.

Humiliated, furious and nauseous, Trisha left several minutes later, disgusted with the world. She'd gone back downstairs and made a bee-line for her sorority house without speaking with anyone.

There was a knock on the door.

"Trish?" came Gretchen's soft voice. "You in there, babe?"

Trisha spit the mouthwash out, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Yeah, Gretch, just finishing up in here."

"You okay? You left without telling anyone you were leaving."

"Give me a second, okay. I'll be out in a minute."

"Take your time," Gretchen told her gently.

The faint sound of the television told Trisha that Gretchen was no longer at the door, and she wiped her tears away defiantly. Her eyes were puffy and red, and her makeup was a mess. She splashed water on her face and got ready for bed.

Gretchen and Trisha's suite in the sorority house was typical: a small front room served as both a living area and a gathering space, while a back room held the girl's bedroom furniture. They also shared a small bathroom, and showered down the hall in a common area. It was better than the frat house dorms, but it wasn't much better than what the students on campus had.

The petite brunette sat down on the couch and flipped through channels on their small TV, concerned about her roommate but not wanting to pry. When Trisha finally came out a while later, she'd washed her face, let her hair down and changed into her nightshirt, but Gretchen could still tell she'd been crying.

"I don't want to talk about it, okay?"

"Sure, Trish. I was just worried about you."

The two watched television in silence for several minutes before Trisha finally said, softly but firmly, "Burt is a fucking monster."

Frank had spent most of the evening alone in his room, obsessively jacking off to the memory of Cindy's incredible breasts, imagining fucking her in all sorts of positions, until his roommates had finally insisted that he come out and join them for a late night poker game.

"Soon," he told himself as he was dealt a hand. "Cindy will come around soon, I just know it."

The soft but unmistakable sound of moaning woke Amber up late at night. She groggily rolled over to see what it was and saw Josie slowly gyrating in her sleep, obviously in the middle of a quite nice dream. Amber propped herself up on one elbow, rubbing her eyes, and watched her for a while.

"Mmmmm, oh Jake," Josie purred softly in her sleep. "Mmmmm!"

Amber smiled, shaking her head. She rolled back onto her other side, trying to ignore Josie's sensual moaning and making a mental note to tease her about it in the morning.

Erin yawned and realized that she was nodding off. She was seated on the floor between the television and the Frieda's sofa. She looked over her shoulder to the sofa and saw that Paul was fast asleep on Frieda's shoulder, snoozing peacefully. Frieda looked pretty sluggish herself, but she was still watching the movie through sleepy eyes. On the other side of her, Tonya snoozed in the recliner. Erin stretched and rubbed her eyes.

Teagan leaned into the room from the kitchen and smiled at Erin.

"I'm grabbing a coke," she whispered. "Anybody else want one?"

Erin nodded, and Teagan winked at her. Frieda held up a finger as well.

When Teagan returned a moment later she sat down on the floor next to Erin, handing a can of soda to both girls.

"I guess everyone's really into this movie, huh?" she said with a smile.

Erin smiled back at her.

"I think I should go crash. It's late, and I want to get up early to go to the library."

"Normally I'd raz you for being such a dork," Teagan told her, "but it's not like we're a bunch of party animals tonight. Look at these light-weights."

Frieda gently rolled Paul off her shoulder and onto the arm of the sofa, sitting forward.

"I think I'm gonna crash too, Teagan. Do you need a ride or anything?"

"Well..." she said hesitantly.

"You were planning on crashing here, right?" Erin guessed. "But the inn is full." She motioned to the Paul and Tonya sleeping peacefully. "Why don't you just crash on my sofa? It's comfortable, I know; I fall asleep on it all the time."

"Thanks, Erin," Teagan said, visibly relieved. "I don't wanna make Frieda go out again, but I don't really want to sleep on the floor, either."

"No problem," Erin said, rising to her feet. She pulled Teagan up with her, smiling.

"Yeah, thanks a bunch, Erin," Frieda said, yawning again as she flipped off the television set. "You're a peach."

"Come on," Erin said, "I'll set you up. Night, Frieda."

Teagan's first impression of Erin's was that it was exactly what she expected; neat, organized, tastefully decorated, and designed for studying. Whereas Frieda's living room was organized around entertaining, Erin's was much more subdued. She did have a large sofa, but the entertainment center held a television half the size of Frieda's, and most of it's shelves were filled with various textbooks and binders from Erin's classes. She also had a desk where she studied next to the window.

"I'll grab you a blanket and pillow. There're clean towels in the bathroom, I just did laundry this afternoon."

"Thanks again, Erin," Teagan said, licking her full, sensual lips. "I'm so beat, I'm sure I'll just fall right to sleep."

And so she did, dropping off as soon as her head hit the soft, comfortable pillow Erin brought her. When she awoke a couple hours later it took her a moment to realize where she was. She was warm under the blanket and sleepily removed her shorts and t-shirt so that she wore only her black lacy bra and her frilly little panties; she'd always been a sucker for lacy underwear, and rarely wore anything else. Now that she was awake, though, she realized she had to use the toilet.

Padding barefoot down the hall she stepped into the bathroom without turning on the light, going by the dim glow of Erin's hall nightlight. She'd just finished making her water and wiping up when she heard a low groan from Erin's room.

Without flushing she finished her business and peered around the corner towards Erin's room. Her door was pulled shut but still open a small ways. There was another low groan, this time followed by the soft sound of movement. Curious, Teagan tip-toed down the hall. She felt a slight twinge of guilt at spying on Erin like this, but she just wanted to take a look at see what was up.

She stopped at outside the bedroom door and waited. There came the rustle of fabric, as though Erin were moving around on her bed, and now the low moaning was slightly louder and more insistent.

Smiling to herself, Teagan leaned forward and looked into the room. Moonlight streamed in through window blinds, giving the room a dull, blue-grey tint. Erin lay on her back on a rumpled tangle of bedding, bending and straightening out her legs as she moved her hands between her thighs.

Teagan grinned, admiring Erin's body. She certainly doesn't flaunt it, she thought to herself as she watched Erin's chest rise and fall. She was in great shape and had a really nice, slender figure. And she seemed to be enjoying herself a great deal.

"Mmmmnnnnghhhhh, Mmmm!" she moaned softly, her eyes tightly closed.

Teagan couldn't tell if she was dreaming or just masturbating, but either way it was quite a site.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh! Oh yes, Jake, yessssssssss!"

Teagan's eyes widened at the mention of Jake's name. Even though she'd suspected Erin's attraction to him even before Frieda had confirmed it, she was still a little shocked to see the little bookworm in such a state of erotic pleasure.

Erin became more animated as Teagan watched, and the slippery sound of her fingers in her wet honey pot got louder as her moans became more urgent.

"Oh Jake, oh fuck, Jake! Ughnnnnnnnn! Mmmmnnnnnhhhhh!"

Teagan shivered slightly and remembered that she was nearly naked herself, standing outside Erin's bedroom in her underwear. She was enjoying the show, but eventually her guilt got the better of her and she reluctantly went back down the hall. She crawled back under the blanket and tucked her hands behind her head, smiling broadly.

I wonder if Jake realizes the extent of his little fan club, she mused, nursing a few wicked thoughts of her own.

Amy's hands were shaking as she handed Jake a wine cooler. He was sitting on the wide sofa, smiling as he watched her come back into the room from the kitchen, clad in only her tiny little bikini. She was still a small girl, but her figure was filling out nicely, and Jake admired the flare of her supple hips, the round swelling of her gravity-defying, prefect breasts. She wasn't quite as tan as Ally, but she shared the same deep olive complexion as both her sister and her mother.

She sat down next to him, tucking one leg under the other, and Jake was hard pressed not to stare at the tiny triangle of fabric covering the precious mound at the juncture of her smooth, inviting thighs.

"Thanks, Amy," he said warmly, taking a small sip.

Amy took a big gulp from her bottle, swallowing more than she'd intended in her nervous state.

"Um, so, we were flipping through the digital channels earlier and found something my dad must have rented." She shrugged her shoulders as if to explain. "He's kind of a perv."

"I see," Jake said evenly. He still wasn't sure this was such a good idea, as visions of angry parents and statutory rape charges drifted through his thoughts.

"Anyway, we watched some of it earlier, then when Ally and Fiona went to bed I was bored, so I, um..."

Amy suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Jake wouldn't care what she was doing. He was just being nice, probably wishing he could leave. He'd come by looking for Fiona or Ally, not her.

"What's it called?" Jake asked, showing interest.

"Um," Amy looked down shyly. "Wild Nurses."

Jake chuckled.

"Sounds 'wild' alright," Jake said, chuckling. "Did you like it?"

Amy looked up at him. Was he teasing her? He'd seen her watching it, hadn't he?

"Well, yeah, I mean, it was okay I guess." She fumbled with the sofa cushion, pulling at the seam with her fingers. "I haven't really seen that sort of thing before, you know, a movie like that."

God, she looks so sweet and sexy at the same time, Jake thought to himself. Her every mannerism endeared the young girl to him; the way she looked down, smiling nervously when she was embarrassed; the way she tucked her shimmering dark brown hair behind her ear when she spoke; the way she licked her full lips after she took a sip of her drink. Jake was rapidly becoming quite smitten with her.

"You mean porn in general, or the specific stuff they were doing in that movie?" Jake asked her, genuinely curious.

Amy looked at him for a second, deciding whether or not he was teasing her.

"In general," she said finally. "I just never, I don't know..." She shrugged her shoulders.

"Gotcha," Jake said casually. "But you liked this one okay, huh?"

Amy nodded shyly, a hint of a grin on her face.

"How long do you have it?"

"I'm not sure, I think it expires in a couple hours. Did you want to take a look?"

She tried to appear calm, but her heart felt like it was going to explode. Her hand shook as she took another sip of her drink.

"Sure, why not?" Jake said, shifting position slightly and leaning back against the sofa's back, half-facing both the television and Amy.

Without a word, Amy leaned forward to get the remote from the coffee table, giving Jake a truly wonderful view of her backside. Her bikini bottoms slid down as she moved, revealing the glorious cleavage of her round, teen-aged ass-cheeks. Jake bit his lip, enjoying the show.

Amy flipped back to the digital channel and returned to the movie. It resumed where she had stopped it, in a scene with two nurses tag-teaming a lucky patient. She sat back, watching the screen, too self-conscious to face Jake but aware of his eyes on her.

"Do you want to see it from the beginning?" she asked quietly.

"I'm assuming you can fill me in on the plot so far," Jake said, joking.

"Well, it takes place in this hospital," Amy started, then realized that Jake was just kidding around. "Oh, um, well yeah, it's pretty much just stuff like this."

She glanced over at Jake and saw that he was watching her, not the movie.

"What? Is anything wrong?" she asked nervously.

"No, nothing," Jake said, feeling like a dirty old man. He turned to watch the movie, not wanting to make the young girl uncomfortable. "Nothing's wrong, Amy, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

Amy turned back to the movie, but it was hard to concentrate on it, despite the shocking nature of it's content. Being alone with Jake was titillating and intimidating at the same time, and she was struggling to sort out all the conflicting emotions and urges in her mind. On the one hand, she really wanted to reach out to Jake, to kiss him and to have him touch her too, but on the other hand she was afraid that he'd be put off by any move on her part. Her desires were all over the place, feeling the libido of a grown woman while still harboring all the uncertainty and hesitation of a little girl. She wanted Jake to see her as a grown woman - a sexual person like Fiona or Ally - not some child.

But he was here right now, wasn't he? He didn't have to come in and sit with her, much less stay this long. Surely that was a good sign, wasn't it? She couldn't say for sure what exactly she wanted to happen, but she did find herself becoming more comfortable with each passing moment that Jake remained, treating her as an equal, encouraging her to let go of a few inhibitions merely by sitting with her.

The stuff onscreen was pretty standard fare as far as Jake was concerned, and the fake eroticism of it couldn't hold a candle to the amazing young creature sitting just inches away from him. He felt like a little kid on a first date, sitting with his "steady" within earshot of her parents, trying to build up the courage to hold her hand. Amy displayed an impressive boldness that he had to admire. Sure, she was obviously extremely nervous, but still, she had invited him in after being caught flipping the bean, and she hadn't covered herself, remaining practically naked in that adorable little bikini. Jake found himself wishing he was back in high school again. As it was, he was beginning to care less and less about their age difference.

Amy could tell Jake was watching her again rather than the screen. She leaned back into the cushion, assuming a posture similar to how she'd been sitting earlier, except that one of her legs was still curled up under her. This gave Jake an extremely pleasant view of the young girl's impressive body, and he let his eyes wander over her sexy, youthful figure. Her build reminded him a little of both Anna and Monica; small framed but not too short, perky round breasts without a hint of sag, the kind most women dream of keeping but so few can maintain over the years, and those exquisite, supple thighs. He felt like he might literally start drooling soon.

"This is towards the end," Amy told him softly, not looking away from the screen. "This doctor watches all the nurses fooling around and he, um, plays with himself while they have sex."

"I see," Jake said, glancing at the screen. It was just as Amy described, though hearing her little-girl voice describe the events was a thousand times more erotic to him than any movie could be. "And do you like that part of it?"

"Um, well, I guess," Amy said, her heart still pounding. She felt herself blushing all over, and she wondered if Jake could tell how excited she was. She wondered if he was getting excited too.

"Tell me, Amy," Jake asked softly. "Tell what you like about it."

She shrugged her shoulders a little and Jake noticed that she was trembling ever so slightly. God, was she really that turned on from watching porn? He found himself licking his lips unconsciously as he watched, eyes glued to the little girl.

"Well," Amy said, her voice cracking, "I've never, um, actually seen a man's um, you know, penis before, so I was curious about that. I mean, I've seen a penis before, but not like this."

"Gotcha," Jake, nodding. "Of course, you know the guys in these movies usually aren't exactly your average guys, if you know what I mean."

Amy smiled at that.

"You mean you aren't all twelve inches long?" she giggled, her face turning red.

"That's exactly what I mean," Jake laughed.

Amy looked back at the screen, which now showed a close-up of the doctor's fat prick as he pumped it furiously. As it happened, he was achieving his climax just then, and began to spew his creamy load into his hands.

"They certainly make sure you can see it every time the guy finishes," she said, still giggling a little.

"Yeah, that seems to be the standard operating procedure with these things."

"Have you seen very many movies like this?" she asked, turning back to look at Jake.

He noticed that she had moved her hands, unconsciously or not, to rest on the tops of her smooth, tanned thighs.

"Oh, I guess I've seen my share. You can't really get through college without seeing at least a few; it's practically required viewing at some point. Plus, there's so much of this crap on the internet nowadays, it's easy to find if you're really curious."

Crap? Amy thought to herself. Does Jake think I'm some sort of pervert now because I said I liked it? Her self-confidence, which had been steadily climbing, took a hit.

"So you don't like them, then?"

Jake picked up the defensive tone in her voice.

"Oh, I don't see anything wrong with them, if that's what you're asking. I mean, there's all kinds of movies, some better than others. I didn't mean to say that all erotic movies are crap."

Amy didn't look convinced, though.

"You didn't finish telling me what it is you liked about this one," Jake said, trying to move the conversation along. He didn't want her to feel like he was judging her.

"No. You think I'm some sort of perv, don't you?" Amy said somewhat petulantly. She heard herself sounding like a huffy little girl and that only irritated her more.

"No I don't, Amy, I promise you. I'm interested in what you like, that's all. If you don't want to tell me, that's okay too. I'm sorry; I'm probably getting way too personal. We hardly know each other, after all."

Amy felt silly now, but she wasn't sure how to fix it.

"That's okay. You're fine; I'm just a little embarrassed, that's all."

There was a short silence where neither of them spoke. Jake watched her for a few moments, resisting the strong urge to touch her, to pull her into his arms. He tried to think of some way to mend the minor rift between them. He turned to watch the movie again, which now showed a man and woman in a somewhat missionary position, with the man in a raised, kneeling position. He wasn't sure, but he thought it was referred to as The Conch in the Kama Sutra, the small bit of erotic trivia springing to mind inexplicably. The woman was moaning convincingly, rolling her head back and forth as they fucked, and he was reminded of the way Cindy looked when she was losing control earlier that night. Suddenly the woman's eyes flew open and she started wailing, her body shuddering violently.

"That's pretty sexy, don't you think?" Jake offered.

Amy glanced at him for a second, then went back to watching the couple fucking. The man's grunting could barely be heard under the much louder wails of his "nurse."

"Why? Because she's making so much noise?"

"Well, that's part of it, I guess. But doesn't it seem like she just had an orgasm? Can you rewind this?"

Jake reached for the remote and hit the back button for the digital service. The movie froze, then sped backwards. He let it go for a couple seconds, then hit play again.

"Watch."

Amy's eyes were glued to the screen. What was it Jake was trying to show her?

"See, she seems like she's enjoying it now, right? She's making all the right noises, and you can tell she's working at it. They're both kinda sweaty, though that could be fake, but she seems to be into it. She's not a bad actress, actually, if she's not."

Amy nodded, not saying a word.

"And then... There, look at that!"

Once again onscreen the woman's eyes flew open and the look of ecstasy washed over her face as she came. Amy watched the scene for at least the forth time, but it was like she was seeing something new. She hadn't really thought about when the woman's orgasm might come, since the movie seemed to focus almost exclusively on the ejaculation of the man.

"Oh, it's probably just acting," Jake said, dropping the remote back on the table. "I don't know, it just caught my eye."

Amy turned to him with an earnest look on her face.

"No, I saw it," she said, her voice trembling a little. "I saw what you're talking about." She looked back at the screen, where the man was pulling out of her so he could jack off and spew on her tits. "Do you think she really came?"

"Who knows? And ultimately, does it really matter? It's a movie, you know, it doesn't have to be real to be..." he searched for the right word "... satisfying."

Amy nodded, her eyes wide as she looked back at Jake. He turned to face her again and the two of them just looked at each other for a moment. Amy's upper torso was flushed, cute little splotches of red indicating her arousal. Jake smiled at her, and to his relief she gave him a little grin as well.

She leaned forward to grab the remote, jumping ahead a few scenes.

"I'll show you the part I really liked."

Jake was a little surprised to see the spanking scene Amy played for him, but he didn't want to react in any way that might make her think he disapproved. In fact, he thought it was much more subtly done than the rest of the movie, though it was still pretty crude porn for his tastes. He looked over at Amy at various times and saw that she was watching it fairly intently, caught up in the tension of the building punishment. He bit his lower lip when he noticed her gasp slightly; onscreen the doctor had finally entered a nurse from behind. Amy's breathing came in shorter breaths as well, and the effect on Jake was intoxicating.

Amy wasn't sure if she'd feel the same way, watching the spanking scene with company, but she found that Jake's presence only served to enhance her excitement. She fought the urge to rub her mound, her moist little quim crying out for attention. Neither she nor Jake said a word through most of the scene, and it was the young girl who finally spoke when the doctor had been fucking away for some time.

"The rest of it is okay, but that's the part that really got to me," she stated candidly.

Amy, I love you, thought Jake, looking at the sexy little girl, flushed in a state of apparent arousal. God, it was torture not to touch her.

"Amy, that's," he stuttered briefly, and Amy face suddenly took on a worried expression. "You're right, that's a powerful scene. Thanks for sharing that with me, sweetie."

Amy let out a deep sigh of relief, smiling proudly and looking down at her thighs shyly. Jesus, she is the most adorable thing I've ever seen, Jake declared inwardly, and he had to shift slightly to accommodate the swelling rod of his erection.

"You really liked it?" she asked in a little-girl voice.

"I did." Jake paused a moment before going on. "Can you tell me what you liked about it?"

Amy didn't look up, but she nodded "yes." Jake swallowed in anticipation.

"I guess I don't know what I liked exactly," she said softly, licking her lips. "But it seemed like a game they were playing. I don't think it would have been any good if the women really were suffering, you know? But I could tell they liked it, even if they acted at first like they didn't." She paused to think about her words briefly. "Or maybe at first they didn't like it, or they didn't know they'd like it, you know? Maybe they really were scared, but then they figured out how good it was going to be."

Jake nodded slowly, savoring her every word.

"The last one knew before the other two, I think. I think she felt the same way I did. She knew that the other two were going to end up liking it, and even though she was scared too, she was anxious for it to happen. Like the anticipation of it was almost too much, no matter how scary it seemed, and eventually she wanted it so much that it didn't matter how scared she was, she needed the doctor to take control of her too."

Jesus fuck! Jake thought, his erection straining mightily against his shorts as Amy described her inner erotic thoughts.

"That's a really good way to describe it, Amy," he said, aware that his voice was trembling a little bit too. "It's like that, sometimes, isn't it - scary but good - like when you get excited about doing something fun that's forbidden."

Amy looked at him, her face bright red, her breathing coming in short, uneven gasps. Jake was all too aware of the way she was pressing her thighs together, and of the subtle but unmistakably wonderful scent of her musk.

"When I watched that before, I..." Her voice trailed off. Amy's mind was racing. She wanted to keep talking, to tell Jake everything, but like the nurse in the movie, she was scared despite her desire. "When I watched it, I, um, it made me feel..."

Jake nodded, licking his lips. His cock felt like it might burst at any moment.

"I, um, well, Fiona and Ally were outside and I was in here, by myself..."

Oh my god, Jake thought frantically, keep going! He nodded wordlessly, encouraging her to continue.

"... and watching the movie, I felt like you said, excited, even though I was afraid that they'd come in and see me again... or even that you might come by and look in at me."

She couldn't look at him now, her face and neck blushing furiously, her soft voice trembling slightly.

"Yes, go ahead Amy," he said softly, forcing his voice to remain calm. "Tell me what you did."

"I got so excited, I just couldn't resist..." She swallowed, licking her lips and closing her eyes. "I touched myself."