Chapter 7

Shifting his weight from foot to foot, Charlie looked around his bedroom and shrugged. His eyes closed halfway and his head tilted back, his mouth opening in a lion-like yawn as his arms stretched skyward. Rubbing his eyes he wondered why all his friends had to be busy on a Saturday. There was no homework to do and he didn't have to prepare for school the next day. Pushing his pants and underwear to his knees, Charlie sat in front of the computer. His fist slowly rubbed his cock as he began reading an erotic story on the internet. Suddenly, Mrs. Lefsky popped into his head. I don't need to use my own hand anymore, he thought looking down at his hardening cock.

Excited, Charlie quickly finished dressing and tidied his room -- that is, haphazardly yanking the bed cover up to the uneven pillows and kicking his dirty clothes under the bed. Flying down the stairs two at a time, he stumbled near the bottom but managed to maintain his balance by jumping the last few stairs and crashing into the wall. He turned and climbed several steps, grabbing the sneaker lying on its side. Sitting on the step, he replaced the sneaker and tied his laces like he should have done in his bedroom. Then he dashed to the door, slamming it behind him. In no time, Charlie was in front of Mrs. Lefsky's house, frantically ringing the doorbell. When no one answered, his shoulders slumped and he turned and left.

With his head down and dragging the toes of his sneakers on the pavement, Charlie aimlessly walked. It wasn't until he heard a woman call out that he looked up.

"Faith, it seems like forever!" a woman shouted, running towards a redheaded woman who had just emerged from her car. They embraced warmly.

"The kids, you know," the redhead replied when she broke free. "It hasn't really been that long anyway."

"Yeah, but we used to see each other all the time."

As the women babbled, Charlie studied the two. They were about the same age, maybe late 20s or early 30s. The one named Faith was a fiery redhead while the other woman was blonde. Charlie used his power to pick up tidbits from their thoughts to learn they had been roommates in college and remained close afterwards, but marriage and kids kept them apart.

"Come in, come in," the blonde said excitedly. "We have to catch up."

Walking arm-in-arm, the two chatted mindlessly when they suddenly stopped. Looking over her shoulder, the redhead said to Charlie, "Do you want to come inside with us?"

"Faith, what are you talking about?" her confused friend asked, but then said, "Of course, please join us."

The two walked in silence, constantly looking over their shoulders at the stranger they felt compelled to invite into the blonde's home. They settled uneasily in the living room, glancing at Charlie, but all of a sudden they shrugged at the same time and began chatting.

"Maggie, guess who I saw at the market?" the redhead said.

"Who? Tell me."

"Remember Professor Albright?"

"Do I ever. I ... Oh shit, never mind. How'd he look?"

The redhead completely missed Maggie's reaction, but Charlie had the advantage of hearing her thoughts. The women gabbed on, until Maggie suddenly blurted, "I would have gone to bed with him in a New York minute," and then blushed. "Oh no, I can't believe I told you that," she said, covering her face with her hands.

After the shock wore off, Faith said, "Margaret BethAnn Leachman, you slut! You never told me that."

"I never told anyone. Shit, I'm so embarrassed. Just forget it."

It only took Charlie a few mental suggestions to get Faith to prompt and for Maggie to reply.

"I thought he was the sexiest man I ever saw. I couldn't sit still in his class. God, I'd rock back and forth and squeeze my thighs together. My pussy would tingle and ... oh god, I'm so embarrassed but I gotta tell you. My panties would be soaked by the end of class."

Faith leaned forward, eyes wide, and asked, "So, what did you do about it?"

"After class I'd run to the restroom and masturbate."

"You didn't! Ohmigod! Right there in school? What else? What else?"

Maggie was blushing crimson now, but couldn't hold back. "Well, I used to flash him. I'd--"

"You did not! No way!"

"I did. He made me so horny and I wanted him so bad. I tried everything to get him interested. Why do you think I wore skirts to class? I'd swing a leg out when getting out of my chair so he'd see my panties. Or sometimes I'd just sit there with my knees apart. I caught him looking several times, but he never made a pass. And then one time ... oh no, I can't tell you this. It's so embarrassing."

"Don't hold back now. Tell me! Tell me!"

Maggie's face scrunched up and her lips pressed tightly together, straining to stay closed, but then she said, "Oh, I gotta tell you. One time after masturbating I was so wet I took my panties off and wiped myself with them. I bunched them up in my fist and went back to his classroom."

"You carried your panties in your hand walking through the halls?!"

"Yeah, I guess I did. Anyway, he had a free period after my class and I snuck into his classroom. I ... oh god, I'm so embarrassed telling you this. I ... I put my wet panties in his desk drawer."

"You didn't!"

Maggie's face was almost as red as her friend's hair, and she was visibly trembling from embarrassment. "I did. You gotta promise never to tell a soul. I'd die if anyone found out. I can't believe I'm even telling you."

The room fell silent except for heavy breathing. "Why don't you say something?" Maggie asked. "Why are you staring at me?"

"Um, Maggie, do you still have a thing for Professor Albright?"

"No, of course not!"

"Then why ... um ... Maggie, you're touching yourself."

The blonde's eyes lowered and she screeched. Her hand was between her legs cupping her pussy outside her pants and rubbing it. But instead of stopping, her hand rose and then slipped inside her slacks and panties. Faith didn't have to be a rocket scientist to know what she was doing.

"Do you want me to leave?" the redhead said uncomfortably.

"Oh, Faith, I can't stop. I feel like I did sitting in his class. If he walked through that door right now I'd jump his bones and fuck him!"

"Maggie, you're a happily married woman with a wonderful husband and kids. What's got into you? Stop doing that or I'm going to leave!"

Faith let out a loud "whew" when Maggie's hand reappeared, but gasped when she saw her friend rip open her pants and frantically push them and her panties off. Spreading her legs, Maggie's hand once again dove between her legs, inserting two fingers into her very wet pussy.

Abruptly standing up, Faith said, "I'm going. Goodbye!"

But the redhead didn't move. She stood uneasily in her friend's living room watching her masturbate. Faith struggled not to, but she couldn't tear her eyes away from Maggie's fingers sliding in and out of her pussy.

"I wouldn't care if Marvin or the kids were here. If Professor Albright was here I'd fuck his brains out right in front of my husband and kids. I'd even suck his cock. You know I never liked doing that. Shit, I only do it to my husband when he begs. And then for only a little. God, I'm so hot! I need a cock right now!"

Turning to Charlie, Maggie pleaded, "Will you fuck me? Please, I need you."

"Maggie, this has gone far enough!" Faith shouted. "You're acting like a slut! You don't even know this boy. You're married! Now stop!"

But Maggie pulled her top over her head, and while scurrying to where Charlie was sitting she removed her bra, flinging it to the side. Completely naked, she attacked his belt. He pulled his own tee-shirt off and sat back gloating, the grin on his face big enough to make the Cheshire Cat jealous. Maggie tugged his pants down and removed the rest of his clothes, then placed a knee on the seat next to him.

"No, you have to suck me first," Charlie said.

"Please, I need you inside me!"

"Suck me first and then we'll fuck."

The frustrated woman slunk to her knees and grabbed Charlie's cock in her fingertips, looking at it distastefully. Her mind screamed the revulsion she felt about putting something so vile in her mouth, but she hastily leaned forward and engulfed it. Faith's hand covered her open mouth as she watched her friend's head bobbing like an oil derrick in a strange boy's lap. The slurping sounds and occasional gag demonstrated how vigorously she attacked the cock. But suddenly Maggie pulled her mouth off and stood up.

"I'll tell you when to stop," Charlie said, so the woman dropped to her knees once more and resumed the blow-job.

Faith was disgusted by her friend's behavior, but all of a sudden it excited her. She needed to see better so she moved to their side. Maggie noticed the movement, her eyes glancing left. Faith's jeans and panties were pushed down to her knees and her hand was busy between her legs. Maggie remembered how embarrassed she had been the one time she saw Faith's carrot colored bush at college, but now she couldn't tear her eyes off it. She was experiencing feelings that she couldn't explain, feelings that were so unlike her.

While sucking Charlie's cock, Maggie reached out and touched another pussy for the first time. Faith gasped and jumped back, shocked that a woman would touch her there, but then she had a sudden longing and grabbed her friend's hand, shoving it between her legs. When Maggie's finger sunk into her pussy, Faith held her friend's forearm tight and bounced up and down on the finger.

Charlie tugged on Faith's shirt until she was bent over and then cupped the back of her head, pulling her further down. When their lips met, his tongue penetrated her mouth which she eagerly accepted. Faith kissed Charlie passionately, thoughts about her husband filling her mind but quickly pushed aside. She needed this boy, whoever he was, and that's all that mattered. She couldn't believe how aroused she became talking about Maggie's college professor fantasy.

Noticing Charlie's tongue had become inactive, Faith opened her eyes. Charlie's were closed and he was grunting. Backing up a bit, Faith looked down at Maggie's head which was no longer moving. Instead, she heard her friend swallowing noisily and then it dawned on Faith that Charlie had climaxed.

When Charlie opened his eyes he saw Maggie staring up at him, revulsion spread across her face. Releasing his cock, she climbed onto the chair with a knee on either side of him and reached between her legs. Grabbing his cock, she guided it to her craving pussy and sat down.

"You promised," was all the woman said, sounding like a little girl.

Charlie sucked in a lungful of air when Maggie's pussy engulfed his cock in one motion. He was still in the after effects of his orgasm and he was a little sensitive. But when she spoke he giggled. Remnants of his sperm coated her teeth and dripped over her bottom lip onto her chin. He looked at Faith and smirked.

Faith was still grinding her pussy on her friend's finger, but grabbed the sides of Maggie's head and turned it towards her. Leaning forward, she licked her friend's chin and lips with the enthusiasm of a dog greeting her owner after being alone all day. It was a new taste for her, and not a pleasant one, but that didn't deter her. She pressed her lips against her friend's and thrust her tongue into her mouth. Charlie watched as they passionately French-kissed knowing they were sharing his semen.

When the kiss ended, Maggie pulled her hand from between Faith's legs and planted both hands on Charlie's shoulders. She rose and dropped onto his cock, slowly at first but building up speed. Soon she was bouncing like a wild woman, her hair flying in her face.

Charlie looked down at the squishy noises coming from between Maggie's legs. Her pussy was so wet that his cock slid in and out with ease, but so snug and warm that it felt wonderful. He looked to the side and saw Faith undressing. Now totally nude, she stood next to Charlie pouting like a neglected child. Her own fingers filled the void that Maggie's had left.

The room reeked with the tangy odor of sex. Pulling Maggie against him, Charlie cupped her buttocks in both hands. He leaned forward and grunted as he used all his strength to stand up. Maggie's arms locked around his neck and her legs around his hips, holding on tight. Her pussy clutched his cock as if afraid it would fall out. Taking small steps, Charlie moved to the middle of the room and dropped to his knees and then lay on his back.