Chapter 2

In the morning we all ate breakfast and Stella grilled Pepper about the night before.

'So, great date, huh?' she grinned.

'I'd rather not talk about it.' Pepper said sourly, piling sugar onto her muesli.

'Aww, come on. I heard he bought you dinner and expected a bit more than a thankyou.' She persisted.

Pepper put down the sugar spoon and folded her arms beneath her rather bountiful bosom. 'He did. I should have just blown him. It would have been better than the mental anguish of being rescued by your hero boyfriend.'

'At your service.' I bowed. 'No thanks required of course.'

'Yeah, yeah.' She grunted, staring into her cheerios in an uncharacteristically contemplative mood.

'Ryan and I were thinking we might play football.' I said casually.

Stella frowned, 'Really?'

'Yeah, we have nothing better to do and we figured we could become those guys that tackle people. And smash on some of the douche bags here.'

Stella rolled her eyes, 'you're a weirdo. Both of you. Well I suppose I can't talk, Pepper and I already got accepted into the cheerleading teams.'

'And just like that, a new era begins.' I laughed.

Pepper, having finished her breakfast took all our bowls and put them in the dishwasher then went upstairs without saying another word. Stella and I shared a look, we were used to a lot from Pepper, being quiet was not one of those things.'

The three of us drove to campus together in my Pathfinder and went out separate ways. As I was leaving the car park I heard various grunting and hooting noises from a group of guys hanging around a big pickup truck. It was one of those flash ones with chrome rims and tinted windows and all the other crap that shows that the vehicle doesn't get used for much more than driving around town.

The objects of their interest seemed to be Stella and Pepper's asses. I couldn't blame them so I just strolled on by. I was sort of at a loss as to what to do when I got to class, it was a huge lecture theatre with not that many people in the class, so we were all just floating in space. There were only a few groups of people sitting together, the rest were, like me, pretty much loners.

My first instinct was to sit next to one of the pretty girls who were chewing their pencils or twirling their hair trying to act like they were interested in derivatives and standard deviations. I made no such pretence and thought about having a nap. I was interrupted when a fellow braver than I was sat down next to me. He was black, slender and fairly obviously gay. He was wearing a sort of head scarf but other than that he was just in jeans and a t-shirt. How did I know he was gay then? Easy, straight guys don't wear lip gloss.

'What's up, mother fucker. Mmm mmm.' He said by way of greeting.

'Howdy.' I held out my hand for him to shake, no one blinked even though he was half an hour late into the lecture. He actually had a surprisingly firm handshake; I was expecting a limp writing touch up. I guess some people can surprise you.

'I don't suppose you're on the prowl.' He said.

'If by the prowl you mean trolling for cock, then sorry to disappoint you.' I answered.

He grinned. 'You guess me already huh? Ah well, a loss for all men.'

'Except me.' I pointed out. 'I'm pretty happy on my side of the fence. So is my girlfriend.'

He clicked his tongue. 'Double foul! Shit, does she appreciate you?'

I liked this guy; I think I had used that line on a girl before. It was a bit odd to have it coming back my way, but there was nothing creepy about him, he was just a good old fashion sleaze.

'Well either way, being a fag has some serious bonuses, I know half the honeys around here already, so if you ever want to stray, if you let me grab your ass once I'll introduce you to some of my hags.' He offered.

It seemed a fair deal, but not today, I had to go and buy fake stars with my now long-term girlfriend after class. How awesome was I? The answer was super awesome, because she was fucking hot and sucked dick like a, as I thought about some careful thing to compare it too, I realised that there weren't that many inanimate objects or animals that could dish out a good gobby. There was the old fashioned "hoover" but I knew a guy who stuck his dick in a vacuum cleaner once and he said it was shit. Funny about that, anyhow she was great at it.

I was smiling at my own joke and my new friend shook his head. 'You a weird mother fucker, anyone told you that before?'

'Constantly, I'm Hunter.'

'Pierre.' He answered with a flourish.

Seemed a bit coincidental, the name and all, but who was I to judge, I was called "Hunter" for Christ's sake.

So the rest of the class flew by, I think I managed to take in about half of what was said; lucky for me when I came to it later it would probably be floating around in my head somewhere and I could refresh quickly.

I bid Pierre and rather one-sidedly fond farewell and went over to meet Stella and Ryan. It's amazing how little time you actually need to spend in class when you're in college. I guess they figure you need to work as well, and let's face it. At our age it's pretty hard to concentrate on what you're doing. On my mind, at the moment, was what was underneath Stella's dress.

When she bent over to pick up a pencil that had rolled off the top of her book, I got a tantalising look down her top at one pair of perfectly tanned, smooth breasts. I decided that we should stop home on the way to the mall to get the afore mentioned stars. Seeing my lascivious look, Stella decided that wasn't such a bad idea either.

Half an hour later we were both naked in the kitchen fucking like maniacs against the fridge. Stella's legs were wrapped around my waist while she bit into my shoulder in ecstasy, crying out my name. Hearing your name coming from the lips of a hot cheerleader during sex is definitely something that can spur a man to even greater sexual heights than he had imagined.

For me as I felt her hot core sliding over my throbbing cock it gave me the strength to hold her slender body against mine without even the slightest strain as her back pressed up against the cool stainless steel of our backing.

'Fuck, Hunter ... aren't we ... supposed to be sick of this? I feel ... Ungh ... like I could do it for forever... '

I was totally with her on that one. I kissed her hard, feeling her respond in kind. We were so into what we were doing we didn't hear the door open beside us. Or notice that our other roommate had arrived home early. It wasn't until I was blasting my load inside Stella that her eyes widened and she bit her lip in amusement.

After my jizz face was over I turned to see what it was she was looking at. Pepper was sitting on the couch with her skirt around her waist, calmly watching us as if it were a prime time TV show. Well, one that got her so interested that she was pleasuring herself during it.

'Asshole.' She sighed, 'you couldn't wait like one more minute? I was almost there.'

'My apologies.' I grinned, 'you want me to help you out?'

I of course expected her to say no, but her eyes slid to the side as she thought about it, and she nodded her head. 'Actually that would be great, I've been short on cock for a while.'

'Ahh.' I said, a little taken off guard. This was a fairly massive change rather suddenly, I looked to Stella who merely shrugged her shoulders and smiled. 'Go for it, Tiger. You've worn me out, but I get to watch okay?'