Junior Year Box Set

For about the hundredth time, I wondered if college was really that much different from high school. The rules must not be the same, because I couldn’t imagine that Cindy would be so open-minded. I also didn’t understand why Kevin was okay with my member in his girlfriend’s behind. I couldn’t wait to tell Greg about it. We both agreed that Cindy’s butt was the best we’d ever seen.

It took me awhile finally to get it all in, but Cindy began to enjoy it. I used the same technique I had with Suzanne, where I used two fingers to stimulate her nubbin while I did her backside.

Cindy got Kevin off, so I rolled her over on her back and reentered her bottom. She tried to kiss me, but I turned my head. For once, I knew where her mouth had been. My shower started going, so I assumed Kevin was done. I mentally shook my head that he would leave me alone with his girlfriend while I had sex with her. Apparently, he figured he got off and that was that. If that was the quality of his performance, I could understand why Cindy would want to spend time with me.

Cindy came hard just as Kevin came back out with a towel around his waist.

“Yessss!” she called out.

It felt like she would snap my member off, which almost had me join her. I jerked out to save Mr. Happy from any permanent damage. I pulled off the condom and jerked off until I made a mess on her stomach.

“You two should do porn. That was hot,” Kevin said.

When we got into the shower, and the water covered our voices, I asked Cindy what I’d wanted to since this little episode of The Twilight Zone had begun.

“Is he for real?” I asked.

“Kevin’s different. He’s a great guy, but he’s like your Lab: he just goes along to get along and is loyal as the day is long. That is until he gets onto the football field, where he’s a beast.

“I try not to take advantage of him. I told him I might want to spend some time with you. He was the one who wanted the threesome. Now that he’s seen you do my bottom, he’ll be like a three-year-old who’s gone off his Ritalin until I let him do it too.”

“Was that your first?” I asked.

“Yes, but I’m glad we did it,” she said and kissed my cheek. “Thanks for being my first. I was sure you wouldn’t.”

“You did have hold of my jewels,” I reminded her.

“I figured that was why you took my backside. Was it better than with Suzanne?” she asked.

“You know me better than that. There’s no way I would compare you two. Let’s just say I would do it again anytime you asked. I’d even let Kevin watch,” I teased her.

“Don’t tell Kevin that. He might want to.”

I felt like I was in a bad rendition of A Christmas Carol. All my ghosts from Christmas past had come back, in the form of my girls from freshman year, to torment me.

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My brother actually punched me in the package when I told him what Cindy and I had done. I hadn’t seen that one coming. Mom found me on the ground with my brother hovering over me.

“He fell down,” Greg said and then left me to catch my breath.

“I take it you deserved that one?” Mom asked.

“Yeah, I was bragging and being immature.”

“Did you learn your lesson?”

“Yes. Next time I’ll cover up,” I said.

I didn’t realize Grandma Dawson had seen everything. Somehow, mothers just knew when things were going to happen.

“His dad and uncle used to go at it all the time. They’ll grow out of it.”

“When?” Mom asked.

“In about twenty years,” Grandma Dawson said and walked away.

Despite some lingering pain, I decided I could get up and do the same.

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I got even with Greg: I found his hidden pecan pie and took it to my apartment for safekeeping.

Greg and I spent the rest of the day catching up. He told me he and Angie were going to make it. They’d had a long discussion about what they wanted, and agreed they desired to do it together. He was considering getting his nuts snipped to prevent any more accidents. I didn’t offer any advice, because I would be happy with a household full of kids.

Though I admit, I could see where three might be enough. Dad had teased me that he thought about getting a second mortgage just to feed me. If Angie didn’t have the job at the charity, and Greg wasn’t hustling to do massages, money would have been uncomfortably tight for them. The good news was that their housing and school costs were almost nothing, based on their income levels, and the school also subsidized their daycare expenses.

As the day wore on, Mom put out everything anyone would need to make a turkey or ham sandwich, and people ate as they got hungry. Then our guests began to filter out. First to go were Beth and Carl, and then Cindy and Kevin. Tami and her mom were next. Greg and Angie loaded up the munchkins and promised to be at my game on Saturday.

My aunt and uncle, Grandma, Mr. and Mrs. A, and my parents talked me into playing cards with them around the dining room table. I broke out the last bottle of scotch from my trip to the UK. All the women except my grandma drank sangria my mom had made. I had a small glass of scotch.