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Drawing on the Dark Side of the Brain

17
Frightening the Specters

OUR NEXT-DOOR NEIGHBORS were creeps. Not the dumb blondes from two doors south but the guys who moved in on the other side of us. The first party ran most of Labor Day weekend. We ignored them as much as we could, but when we went out to orientation Tuesday, there were beer cans in our yard and vomit on the sidewalk. The girls were royally pissed off and were going to start picking up the cans and throwing them back in the assholes’ yard.

“Hey, wait,” I said. “Don’t touch any of their garbage without gloves. I hate to say it, but they could have all kinds of crap in there. Maybe even needles, condoms, and body parts.”

“But they trashed our yard!” Jas screamed. “They can’t do that!”

“And the sidewalk,” Ariel agreed. “Gross!”

“I’ll pull the hose around and wash the sidewalk,” I said. “When we get back this afternoon I’ll go have a talk with them. I doubt anyone is awake or sober this morning.”

I sprayed down the sidewalk and managed to not get any of their shit on me. We walked down the middle of the street anyway to the next block where we could catch a bus to campus.

ORIENTATION WENT FINE and we stuck together most of the day. Of course, there were portions that were departmental specific and we headed off in all directions for a couple of hours. Ariel headed off to the College of Engineering, Jas and Char to different parts of the School of Business. Kelly hadn’t declared a major yet but decided to investigate the Digital Studies Department. I figured Sarah Lynn would go to medicine or nuclear physics or something, but instead she headed to the College of Arts and Letters to receive orientation for a Political Science degree. That girl was going to change the world one day. Of course, I headed for the Department of Art.

“You never called,” Eva said, falling into step beside me.

“I haven’t been available this summer,” I answered when I recognized her. “You aren’t a freshman. What are you doing at orientation?”

“Work study. We get a stipend for leading tours of the department and taking people over to the Art Lofts. So you still want to paint me?”

“The way I remember it, it was you asking me to paint you,” I chuckled. I wondered if Eva would fit in with our group or if the girls would tear her a new one. “We should talk about it now that I’ve got a place to work.”

“Yeah. Well, you’ve got my number. Use it, okay? I gotta run to my group. See you!” She turned off toward a different studio and I went into the lecture hall where we spent an hour getting the rundown of how the department was organized and what the expectations were for first year. Then we divided into small groups for a tour of the facilities. I didn’t get Eva’s group.

After a day of touring and getting class schedules and requirements, I spent two hours in line at the bookstore spending over five hundred dollars on supplies. And two of the books I bought were used!

“ASSHOLES,” Sarah Lynn said quietly as we walked down the street on the way home. Kelly sent a text that said she went home early and would put the casserole we made up yesterday in the oven. Jas said she needed to rearrange her work schedule and was going to Applebee’s. Char and Ariel were walking behind us sharing some excitement over being on their own in college. I looked at the weekend worth of beer cans in our yard.

“We’ll figure out a way to deal with them,” I said. I wasn’t sure what it would be yet, but it had to do with gluing the cans to their hands and foreheads. Wish I could figure out a way to do that.

“Hmm. Maybe you could do the same thing for the jerks in Poli Sci,” Sarah Lynn said.

“Bad?”

“Men outnumber women five-to-one in my major. Apparently, one of the women is really ugly because I had six men stuck to my ass all afternoon.”

“I hope you mean figuratively!”

“There were a couple of not-so-accidental touches,” she fumed. “And one guy is going to lose his arm if he puts it around me again. The worst, though, was the rich kid. ‘Hey, let’s take a drive in my Boxster and put together our strategy for the term. You and I would make a great pair.’ He didn’t even know my name yet!”

“Hmm. Maybe we should have a contest tonight to see who got hit on the most at orientation,” I laughed.

“You didn’t! Of course you did. How many girls—or boys—were stuck to your butt today?”

“Just one. And she couldn’t stick. She was leading another tour group. But she wants me to paint her.”

“Oh, dear. Did she use those words, Jett?”

“Yeah.”

“And you’re thinking she’s going to be a canvas and not a model,” Sarah Lynn laughed. “Is she cute?”

“Sort of. She’s a little geeky, like most art students. We aren’t exactly known to be the models and athletes of the school.”

“You could fuck her when you paint her,” Sarah Lynn said. “Make her hold the pose while you do her.”

“You have a mean streak! I’m not looking for anyone else to fuck, Sarah Lynn. After last night, I’d just as soon move in and live in your pussy.”

“Well, I liked the way you decorated it. But Jett, really. We’ve got to keep our options open and not get tied to each other. I mean that for all of us. We are just going to get emotionally screwed over if we get too invested in each other. Kelly fucked Derek before you. Jas gave Rick a farewell blowjob before he left for baseball camp. I’ve got six sticky Poli Scis on my ass and one of them—not the rich kid—is pretty cute. You’ve got a girl that wants to get naked in front of you and painting is a good excuse. I don’t know. I think Ariel and Char are just holding out to tease you.”

“Jas gave Rick a blowjob?”

“Shit! You didn’t know?”

“She told me she was going to fuck him, but when we all moved over here, I never heard anything about it again. I guess I thought she’d decided not to.”

“She did. She decided a blowjob would be enough to settle her curiosity. It was during the three weeks we were all living in different places trying to find our little paradise here. But the point is that none of us have made exclusive commitments, Jett.”

“Yeah. I know. I guess it just caught me by surprise. I’m still not really interested in screwing around.”

“Say that when the opportunity actually presents itself. Like the blonde bimbos did Saturday. I bet you could get the three of them to pose naked together. Get them into a position with their asses in the air and do all three of them, then paint them together,” Sarah Lynn laughed.

“You are truly an evil woman,” I said as we walked up the steps to our front door.

“You know what?” she whispered in my ear and then licked it. “I bet you have time to decorate my pussy again before dinner. I mean… since you’ve moved in and all.”

AS IT TURNED OUT, the casserole was in the oven with a note on the door that said, “Ready at six.” There was a note on the door to Kelly’s attic that said, “Camming until six.” We knew that meant not to disturb her. Ariel and Char followed Sarah Lynn and me to the big bed in ‘my’ room and helped us fuck each other. Sarah Lynn rode me in a reverse cowgirl with Ariel between our legs licking my balls and her clit. Char mounted my face with her arms wrapped around so she could play with Sarah Lynn’s tits. When Char finished on my face, I didn’t want to let go of her cinnamon hips. I just kept stretching my tongue into her pussy as far as I could get it. By the time Sarah Lynn clamped down on my cock and I started spewing into her, Char had peaked again.

Ariel crawled from between our legs and lay down beside me with a sigh.

“You didn’t get off, did you?” I said, tracing circles around her nipples with my index finger.

“Not yet. I know you’ll all take care of me. I just… I was down there licking where I could see and feel your cock going in and out of that yummy twat and thinking that if I wasn’t such a chicken, you’d be pumping in and out of my juicy cunt. I’m just… I’m the only virgin left and just can’t believe that huge cock is going to fit in my tiny Asian pussy.”

“Hey, Tiny,” Char said. “I’m a virgin.”

“What? All yesterday afternoon after the painting we could hear you all over the house screaming, ‘Fuck me! Fuck me!’ Didn’t he do it?”

“Well, my pussy’s still virgin.”

“Really? You… He was… You mean…”

“As good as he feels in my ass, I’m in no hurry to lose my vaginal cherry,” Char sighed. “His tongue in my pussy ain’t bad, either.”

“Oh. Oh!” Ariel gasped as Sarah Lynn rolled between her legs and took a swipe at her slit. “I… Maybe I should try that. I could feel how big it really is. Um… you wouldn’t hurt me would you, Jett?”

“Of course not. I love you just the way you are. Don’t feel pushed to do something more than you’re ready for,” I said. Ariel started to answer but squealed as Sarah Lynn zeroed in on her button.

ALL SIX OF US stood at our neighbors’ door when I knocked. Our front porch was enclosed with storm windows but theirs was just open. It was still hard for all of us to approach the door because they had the porch full of empty boxes. Our neighbors were slobs.

“Hi. I’m Jett from next door,” I said when a tall skinny guy wearing a pair of boxers and nothing else opened the door. “These are my housemates.” He scanned the girls.

“Shit! You guys should come party with us. We’re doing body shots tonight,” he said. “You girls would be perfect!” I could hear groans behind me. Beyond the guy, I could see one of the blonde bimbos from a couple doors down stretched out naked on a coffee table with a lime in her mouth. Maybe I would paint her!

“Um… No. We’re not really into the party scene,” I said. The guy looked really disgusted. “Not that we object to it. We’re not going to complain about your parties, even if they’re loud in the middle of the night. That’s not our thing either.”

“Oh. That’s cool.”

“We’d like to ask just one thing, though. Please don’t toss your empties into our yard and try to keep the vomit in front of your own house.” He looked at me blankly. “I’ve got five delicate girls living with me. Like fresh blooming roses. So, I work my ass off trying to make things nice for them. They like a clean yard. They even planted flowers in front. Beer cans and puke upset them. When they get upset, they turn from delicate flowers into raging dragons. It’s not pretty. Understand?”

“Yeah. Uh… Right. You’d rather have them pretty instead of bitchy. I’ll tell the guys.”

“Hey, if it makes things easier on you, I’ll get one of those big garbage cans and line it with plastic bags for you. You just wouldn’t believe how friendly my girls are when things are neat and tidy.”

“We’d like ’em friendly,” he said with an open leer.

“Well, it looks like you’ve got a friendly one on the table right now, so I won’t delay you getting back to her. You know, I read that the best way with a girl like that is not to just salt her nipples and put a lime in her mouth but pour the tequila in her navel. It really gets ’em hot!” He glanced behind him at the bimbo on the table. While we were talking, she’d subtly changed her position so her open legs were pointing at the door.

“Yeah. Good idea. Thanks.”

“HOW DO YOU KNOW much about body shots?” Sarah Lynn demanded as soon as we were back inside our house.

“Oh… uh… well… I read something. And seeing one of the blondes stretched out on their packing boxes sort of gave me an inspiration. I made it up.”

“I want to try,” Ariel said.

“We don’t have tequila,” Jas said. “Can we pour Dr Pepper in your navel?”

“Sticky!”

“I think the idea is that someone is supposed to lick until the sticky is gone,” I laughed.

“You can lick me!”

“It would all just run down my sides off my big belly,” Char sighed. I frowned. She didn’t have a big belly. She was rounder than the other girls but I was beginning to love every inch. I’d lick about anything off her navel. I reached over and pulled her into a hug while the other girls kept discussing what could be poured on their bodies that others would have to lick off. Or eat. Or smoke. Smoke? Oh, Christ! I tuned out.

“Char, please don’t make bad comments about your body,” I whispered as I held her. “I love that you are softer than the others. I love cuddling with you and loving you.”

“I’ve just been told for so long how fat and ugly I am, I sort of believe it,” she sighed.

“I love you just like you are.”

“Even though I’m still a virgin? A vagina virgin?”

“I would never pressure you for any kind of sex. But…”

“My butt. Do you really like it when we do that?”

“God! I love fucking your ass. I can’t believe you want me there.”

“If fucking my pussy is better than my ass, I’ll die when I come. I’m sorry I’m so slow about the other. It seems so stupid, but my father keeps threatening me.”

“What? When?”

“He called me Friday and said I’d better still be a virgin. He was negotiating some kind of marriage deal.”

“Char, that’s terrible. It’s not like some honor killing is it?”

“That’s Pakistan, not India,” she huffed.

“I’m sorry.”

“But Indian families also have a long tradition of arranged marriages. My mother was light-skinned from New Delhi. My father paid a lot for her and was terribly disappointed that my skin turned out so chocolaty. After four children, he berated my mother so much for her inability to have fair-skinned children that she decided to take me and return to her parents in India,” Char said.

“But you are still here.”

“My father caught us at the airport and snatched me away from my mother. He was being disgraced by her leaving and was determined to make it as bad for her as possible. All through the last year of school, I’ve been thinking that I should see if I can find her again. Father blamed her for all the bad things in his life.”

“Of course it couldn’t be his fault. What is with this whole fair-skinned thing?”

“It’s an Indian thing. A woman could weigh two hundred pounds and have warts on her nose but if she is fair-skinned, she’s considered beautiful. I pray to Ganesha to free me from my father and his influence.”

“That’s like the fat little Buddha with the elephant head, right?”

“Please! Don’t call him a Buddha! Jett, you need to get educated! Ganesha is the son of Shiva and Parvati. Well, Parvati was taking a bath and didn’t want to be disturbed, so baby Ganesha guarded the door. Shiva had gone away when Ganesha was a tiny baby, but the baby grew really fast. When Shiva got back, they didn’t recognize each other and the boy wouldn’t let him in to see Parvati. Shiva got so mad that he cut the boy’s head off. Parvati was unhappy and demanded that Shiva save her son. The first head Shiva could find was an elephant’s head and he put that on the boy to heal him,” Char said. All the time she’d been edging me toward the stairs and we left the other girls still in the kitchen trying to figure out what kind of shots they could drink off each other’s bodies.

“Are you really Hindu?” I asked.

“Yeah. My mother was devout. My father worships money. I became fond of Ganesha because he is the Lord of Obstacles and Difficulties. I hadn’t been praying to him for long when Sarah Lynn’s little stunt at commencement gave me the opportunity to escape from home and join with my wonderful lovers. I figure it can’t hurt to keep praying to him.”

We stopped at the head of the stairs and kissed. Char rubbed my erection through the shorts I was still wearing.

“Go get naked and in bed, lover,” she whispered. “I’ll be in as soon as I take care of something in the bathroom.”

I KNEW WHEN Char needed to ‘take care of something’ before she came to bed, she was cleaning things out so we could make love. That was confirmed when she climbed into bed naked and snuggled her bottom up against my hard cock. I wasn’t just going to fuck her ass, though. After a few licks of her ears and pulling her toward me to kiss her, I managed to get her on her back and started working my way down. She has fat dark nipples and they stood proud and erect after I’d finished tonguing and sucking on them. I loved those big beautiful breasts but I didn’t stop there.

Since she’d made a big deal about liquids spilling over her belly from her navel, I stopped there and spent a long time kissing and licking her stomach and navel. By the time I reached the top of her slit, she was leaking thick milky lube. I went straight to her clit and she found her first orgasm waiting at the tip of my tongue. I scooped up as much of her fluid as I could on my tongue and pushed her back so I could get to her little asshole with it. I deposited it around and in the little star that kept pulsing in and out as if it would gobble me up. I used a thumb on her clit as I continued to stimulate her asshole and she rose to another peak.

Pushing myself up onto my knees, I crawled between her legs and pushed her thick thighs back against her chest. Her eyes popped open when she felt my cock rubbing up and down her wet pussy.

“Jett, don’t…”

“Don’t even think I’d do that without your permission and cooperation,” I said. “I’m just getting slippery.” When I was working her over with my tongue, I’d seen the evidence of her virginal state and I wasn’t about to damage it.

“Do you want me to roll over?”

“No.” I slipped the head of my cock down her crack, gathering moisture, until I lodged against her pucker. “I want to look into your eyes when I enter you, Charmaine. You are my lover and I want to look at you while I love you.”

“Really?” she squeaked as I pushed. I’d gathered enough lube in my adventures, both on my cock and her asshole, that it didn’t take much for the head to slip in. A beatific smile crossed her face as she sighed, relaxing and letting me slip farther into her depths. “Really. If fucking my pussy is better than this, I’ll die from the pleasure. Oh! Jett, fuck me. Fuck my fat ass.” I smacked the ass in question with my open hand as a rebuke to the fat comment. She jumped and drove herself farther down my shaft. “Yes. Yes. Oh, god! Yes!”

This orgasm was sustained until I thought she’d pass out. I pulled back and thrust in to the maximum depth, unleashing a torrent of my come in her.

If fucking her pussy was any better than this, I might not survive either.

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