Sexventures of John and Holly
Part 14 : New Places, New Faces

Copyright┬ę 2005 by JohnMorrison

Sex Story: Part 14 : New Places, New Faces - John and Holly meet as college freshman... sex,sex, and more sex...oh and sometimes they go to class

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Teenagers   Consensual   Romantic   Drunk/Drugged   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Humor   Swinging   Gang Bang   Group Sex   Orgy   Interracial   White Couple   Black Male   White Male   White Female   First   Safe Sex   Oral Sex   Anal Sex   Masturbation   Sex Toys   Squirting   Exhibitionism   Voyeurism   School  


It was the end of July, and that meant that the lease on my apartment was about to expire. Holly and I had without discussion come to a mutual conclusion that we would be living together, and with our sudden inflow of money, we would be moving up. We had planned to come back to go apartment hunting, but since we now had incredible amount of money, it was no longer necessary to find the affordable apartment, which meant shopping became much easier. Holly had decided to stay in LA for another week, she and Lindsey had become close friends if not more. The morning of my flight home, I asked Holly a few questions.

"Babe, what about sex while we're apart?" I asked.

"I've thought about it, and I think you should do whatever you want, as long as your careful, I'm sure Stephanie is in need of some attention," Holly said.

"What about you?" I asked.

"Well, Lindsey and I can probably take care of each other."

"I know we've never really set down any ground rules, and it seems to be holding us back, so let's just say this. The only rules are, be safe, how's that," I said.

"I've been thinking the same thing, I just didn't want to ask if I can fuck other men, well, at least not before you asked if you can fuck other women," she said, smirking.

"Well, as long as we both know what's going on, then it should be fine, you know I love you, I know you love me, sex is just sex." I said.

"I love you babe," Holly replied.

"I got to get going."

I hadn't packed my suitcase, I had waited until about ten minutes before I had to leave, procrastination is the strongest form of motivation. So I stuffed as much as I could into my suitcase, and checked my mp3 player was charged, before leaving the room, walking to the elevator, hailing a taxi, and going to the airport. And just think a year ago I was living at home, now I'm 19 and my parents think I'm working all summer at home, they only call my cell phone, they can't tell the difference. The fact had occurred to me that I hadn't told my parents that I was doing porn, before it just seemed like I was just doing it, but they don't know and it seems to me like I'm hiding it. I hadn't made a real conscious effort to lie to them, I just didn't feel like telling them. I guess I'll think about that later, I thought, riding in the cab.

On the plane, cruising at altitude, the cabin was sleepy, for the passengers were tired from such an early flight, and anticipation of a long flight. It was almost eerily quiet. I too was trying to sleep, knowing I couldn't, but in a vain attempt putting on my headphones, and closing my eyes. I have always found that familiar music will help me sleep better than just silence. I, being a nineteen year old, was into the music of just the past few years, and being a rock fan, I was listening to my favorite album, Lateralus by Tool, but having heard it so many times in recent memory, I searched through my library of songs on my mp3 player, and decided on some classics, things that my generation seem to have forgotten. The music in question is that of The Beatles, The Doors, and Jimi Hendrix, Led Zeppelin, Cream, and so on. I must have had my music playing a bit too loud, when I was taken out of my near slumber by a voice in my ear. "Do you like The Doors?" I heard a feminine voice say, as I opened my eyes.

I saw a woman, she had been sitting next to me, but we hadn't spoken since the instinctive Hellos we exchanged before takeoff.

"Yeah, I think people my age seem to forget the classics," I said. The woman looked to be in her forties, maybe older, but she was beautiful. Her light brown hair resting on the side of her face, as she was turned looking at me, she seemed to glow, her age just made her seem experienced and having character.

"Hmm, Classics, doesn't seem that long ago to me," she said. "Oh were you a teenager in the sixties" I asked.

"Just barely," she replied.

"So are you a Doors fan?" I asked her.

"Yes, many others too, it was a different time then, it wasn't about the music. They had higher things in mind," she said.

"Are you on a business trip... or," I asked.

"Yes," She told me about the company she worked for, and what she did. "So what do you do young man?" she asked me.

"Well I'm a student," I said without thinking, "Well, and I kind of have other things on the side."

"Like what?" she asked. Now I was kind of reluctant, she was a product of the sixties which to me says free spirit and such, but she could also turn into the grandmother and scorn me, and I'd rather not sit next to miss "I'll wash your mouth with soap" the rest of the way.

"I'm, well, in the adult industry" I said, almost whispering.

"Really?" she said, perking up at that. "Are you a filmmaker?" she asked.

"Well, yes, but I'm also in the films too," I said.

"Oh a real versatile man I see," she said.

"Do you have a girlfriend, mister filmmaker?" she asked.

"Yes, her name is Holly," I said.

"That's nice," she said, which caught my attention, because asking me that, she seemed to be coming on to me, and with the response, she seemed to be pulling back.

"But, we aren't exclusive or anything,... actually she's staying in LA with her girlfriend for a few weeks," I said.

"Really?" she said. Now I know she's coming on to me, the question is whether or not anything will come of it, I'm thinking that we'll keep flirting the rest of the way, but I think I can intervene.

"I'm sorry I haven't caught your name, I'm John," I said.

"I'm so sorry, my name is Kate," she said.

I was feeling bold. "Is there a Mr. Kate, Miss Kate?" I asked.

"There used to be," She replied.

"Oh I'm sorry, did he, did he pass..." I asked quietly.

"No he found a younger wife," she replied, her blue eyes staring into mine. She was wearing typical forty year old woman clothes, conservative yet the feminine body was still there. "Maybe I can contribute some experience to today's young filmmaker," she said, rising and walking back through the aisle toward the lavatory.

I stood outside the door, just pondering opening the door. I tapped lightly on the plastic frame. The door immediately opened, and Kate just stood back waiting for me to enter. I stepped in, closing the door behind me. We were now in the cramped room. Kate maneuvered me around, I was letting her take control, till I was sitting on the lid of the toilet seat. She got down on her knees, between my legs, and reached for my zipper. She pulled out my barely erect cock. She pulled my jeans and boxers down to my knees. Kate dove right in, using her lips tongue cheeks, hands and every inch of her mouth to give one of the best blowjobs I've ever had. It was as if she was a master craftsman doing her work after a leave of absence. Her up and down strokes led her tongue on a tour of my cock, and her cheeks would scrape my head, as she licked and stroked my cock. The wet blowjob was pure heaven. She showed no signs of stopping. Stroking sucking licking, playing with my balls. She was a pro. I could feel my balls tightening. "I'm close" I said, providing the courtesy. She just kept sucking. I blasted straight into her mouth, wave after wave of orgasmic pleasure deposited in her waiting mouth, and she swallowed every drop. "Does that measure up to the porn stars of the day?" she asked.

"I think you should teach a class," I said.

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