Chapter 1

Over the winter break of my sophomore year in college, my friend Gwen invited me down from Connecticut to visit her parent's house in one of the wealthy Main Line towns just west of Philadelphia. We attended the same university in New England, and although not into the official boyfriend / girlfriend type of relationship, we did have one thing in common - roommates who always went home for the weekend. This left us with the privacy of two empty dorm rooms in which we experimented sexually with one another for hours without interruption. Although not quite centerfold material, Gwen did possess a pair of large perfectly formed breasts appended to a short trim body and a vivid imagination on how to best use her assets. I looked forward to the visit since Philadelphia had more than its share of museums and great restaurants, as well as the prospect of spending time with my friend from college.

Gwen's parents, who were both college professors, owned a big rambling Queen Anne-style house dating to the late 19th Century. After parking my car in their snow covered driveway, I was greeted at the front door by Gwen's fourteen year old sister Chelsea, a freshman in high school. Once we discovered our mutual appreciation for historic architecture, she led me on a grand tour of the old place. While Gwen and her parents each slept in bedrooms on the second floor, Chelsea had taken over the largest of the third floor bedrooms, a spot originally built for servants. Other smaller third floor bedrooms were now vacant unless used by visiting house guests, and I tossed by bag in one of these located just down the hall from where Chelsea slept.

The two sisters got along royally and indeed had similar bodies, although Chelsea, who was still going through puberty, had noticeably smaller breasts and a slighter swell to her hips. It was apparent that Chelsea worshipped her older sister and tried to emulate everything she did. So when the three of us walked down tree-lined neighborhood streets and Gwen snuggled her arm under mine and stuck her hand in my jacket pocket, Chelsea did the same thing on my opposite side.

Returning from our walk, we decided to sit on lawn furniture in an unheated porch that looked out across the snow covered back yard. Deciding to have some fun, I had grabbed a box of Whippets before leaving Connecticut, and pulled them and an empty seltzer bottle from my daypack.

Gwen was an old hand with this stuff and was delighted, while Chelsea, who had never seen a Whippet, was suspicious. I explained that Whippets were small metal cartridges of nitrous oxide intended for home use in whipped cream charging bottles. When making whipping cream, the seltzer bottle was first filled with heavy cream and then pressurized with the Whippet cartridge, which caused the frothing action. But for our intended use - which was to get high -- the nitrous oxide alone was released into the charging bottle. I warned Chelsea about the dangers inherent with the inhalation of any compressed gas (make sure you get enough fresh air, don't freeze your lips, and sit down before inhaling to ward off dizziness). The physiological effects of a lungful of nitrous would last approximately a minute and then dissipate, although the residual after-buzz could last for some time afterwards. Basically, nitrous oxide gas produced an anesthetic effect, used by dentists and popular at campus parties.

To further reassure Chelsea, her sister and I took the first hits so she could see what was coming. Gwen and I inhaled lungfuls of nitrous, pulled some fresh air down on top and then held our breath. Within seconds, a light tingling came over us, increasing in intensity and frequency. The sensation felt like erotic waves pulsating up and down our bodies from head to toe. There was disorientation as the pulsing sounds and feelings increased, wrapping over one another. As the pleasurable throbs subsided, Gwen and I both lay there with eyes shut in a dreamlike state, in which the external world had essentially ceased to exist.

Cautiously, Chelsea followed suit and inhaled the first Whippet of her life. She floated backward into a piece of porch furniture and lay there with one of the biggest shit-eating grins I had ever seen. After a minute or two, we asked Chelsea what she had thought about her first Whippet. She hesitated, and then said it was like masturbating, only better. I had heard this from people my own age at college, but never from a fourteen year old. This girl was precocious! In jest, I suggested that Chelsea come to by bedroom later for another Whippet.

We each did another hit of nitrous before walking back into the house on wobbly legs, high as kites. The girls' parents were running out the door on their way to teach evening university classes, and the three of us sprawled out on the living room couch to watch television and munch on a big batch of popcorn. There was a phone call for Gwen - she had an oral history class and had been playing telephone tag for days with her interview subject, who was leaving for England and was available only right then to do an interview. So grabbing her winter coat and a notebook, Gwen dashed out the door saying she would return in a couple hours. Just after her car left the driveway, Chelsea slid from her side of the couch towards me. I playfully grabbed a barrette that held up her auburn hair, allowing it to fall to her shoulders. I told her she looked prettier with her hair down, and giggling, she snuggled close against me as if she was my kid sister... but Chelsea was not my sister.

The television program we were watching was dull, so Chelsea and I discussed college life and middle school angst. We agreed that sex, social status and the dread of being dissed were central to the life of both worlds. We played footsie with our stocking feet which rested on the coffee table in front of the couch. Then out of the blue, Chelsea asked me if I had sex with Gwen, and if I loved her sister. I was taken aback! As I attempted to explain the difference between being lovers, versus actually being in love, Chelsea kissed me on the lips. First, it was just a little peck. But soon we were making out in the glow of the television and rubbing each other through clothing. Chelsea plucked at a couple of buttons on my shirt, and slipping her hand through the gap, began to caress the skin of my upper chest. She then said that Gwen had referred to me as her "Fuck Toy." The little hussy! She had known all along that I was screwing her older sister.

I knew the two girls where close, but I had no idea that they were confidants. So I asked Chelsea to define the meaning of this term. It turned out she didn't like the analogy, equating it to the time she had attempted sex with a boy of her own age, whose actions consisted primarily of groping at breasts and a quick ejaculation. The boy's self-centered behavior had left her unsatisfied. I thought back to my own experiences just five or six years earlier, and told Chelsea that I understood what she was going through. But I also warned her that once in college, she would still encounter guys who were drunken, exploitative jerks.

Chelsea was being honest with me, so I described the relationship Gwen and I had at college, attempting to provide a more positive definition of "Fuck Toy." I said her sister Gwen and I greatly enjoyed sex and were imaginative in its application, but we were just friends and not in love. We both dated other people and did not get jealous about it. I also observed that young women did enjoy sex as much as young men. At this point, Chelsea said she could love me, and began to kiss me far more fervently than she had a few minutes earlier. But being inexperienced, she was unaware that her actions were causing a tingling in my penis. With her lips pressed fully against mine, she undid the remaining buttons on the front of my shirt. I slipped both my hands up under her loose sweater and cupped small bra-encased breasts before reaching behind her back to unhook bra claps with fumbling fingers. We continued to kiss as she slipped the strap of the bra first off one arm and then the other, and pulled it out of the sleeve of her sweater and tossed it across the room where it landed on the floor.

Chelsea's still budding breasts were now liberated from this undergarment and my hands roamed freely beneath her sweater, cupping and tweaking each small nipple. I then pulled the loose sweater over her head and threw it in the direction of her bra. Her upper torso was now naked and both our hearts were racing. My palms cupped her chest and my fingers flicked tiny nipples that turned hard in my touch. Chelsea whispered that until that moment, she didn't know they were that sensitive. My dick became so hard that its tip began to peek out of the top of my jeans. Chelsea's hand accidentally brushed against it, there was a pause, and then she rubbed it again not so accidentally. She shifted positions, and laying her head on my lap, and began to carefully examine the denim clad shaft of my penis and its shiny exposed head, which was now emitting a syrupy clear substance. Chelsea's prior sexual experimentation had introduced her to sperm, and she pointed out that this was something different. I gasped that it was pre-cum, sort of a lubricant. Taking this as a cue, she rubbed the stuff all over my glans, which she began to tease by lightly kissing and gently blowing on. I had been rubbing her naked back, and now pushed my hand down the back of her pants and beneath her panties, cupping her small soft buttocks. God, I thought I would die!

I wanted Chelsea to switch to sucking, and asked her to undo my belt and fly. My engorged penis and hard, tight balls jumped straight out at her. Wanting to get a closer look, she again laid her head across my lap only a few inches distant. I pumped my dick up and down with my free hand, saying this was how I jerked off. Chelsea said she had once seen a girlfriend give some guy a blowjob, but had never done it herself. She said she wanted to do it, so I told her to create a vacuum by pursing her lips, and then use them to surround my penis. I also told her that a wet cock looked sexier that a dry one, and to use her salvia to lubricate my penis. So Chelsea proceeded to lick my dick up and down its full length until it glistened. On one of her upward swings with her tongue, she lingered at its head and sucked it into her mouth, running her lips all around the rim of this knob.