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53 Blonde Bombshell
FRIDAY NIGHT, after Whitney’s team beat Ohio State 81-67, I was directed to the master bedroom and told not to come out until it was time to tape my show in the morning. I was stunned when I walked into the room.
She was facing away from me, lying on her side in bed. Her curly blonde hair, cut just below the back of her neck, beckoned. The shape of her long body, swelling at the hips, was tantalizing. Her transparent baby doll nightie was gathered around her waist, exposing her round bare bottom, the string of her thong disappearing into her crack.
Holy fuck? Who is this?
She turned toward me when she heard the door close. I’d come into the room naked and was embarrassed at the instant boner that was sticking out in front of me. ‘Lush’ was the word that came to mind. This woman is simply lush. Her dark brown eyes were accented perfectly. Her red lips just tugged at the primal part of me that wanted to throw her back and fuck her. Red painted nails glinted as she crooked her finger toward me. I could see her nipples through the sheer fabric of her gown and the shadow of a rose on her left breast.
“Nikki!?”
“My silly girlfriend, Liz, decided I needed a makeover. She even shaved my pussy. Please tell me I don’t look like a painted freak!”
“Nikki! You are gorgeous. Stunning! I hate to be so crass, compañera, but I want to fuck you!”
She grinned at me and pursed her lips for a kiss.
“Please do,” she said.
That was an invitation I couldn’t resist. I explored Nikki like I’d never seen her before. It’s amazing how much you take a particular look and identify it with a woman. And how she identifies with it. Nikki’s personality seemed to change. Well, that wasn’t unusual. She’d been pretty stable since she left for college, but there were still times when you weren’t sure who you were talking to. This change was a little more subtle. I think I’d have to say that Nikki felt sexy. And, God! Was she!
She teased me, holding me back and then pulling me forward, crossing her legs and then dragging my face between them to lick her bare, waxed pussy. Liz had not stinted on the treatment. There was no hair in the vicinity of her slit except an extremely well-manicured landing strip of equally blonde hair. She’d even bleached that! And Nikki was directing every move. She’d always been rather passive in our love-making, wanting me to take all the initiative. When she pushed me onto my back and rolled a condom onto my cock, I knew I was lost. It might have been the wettest fuck the two of us had ever had as she climbed on and took what she wanted.
In the afterglow of our second round, we lay holding each other like true lovers.
“Does this mean your days as a revolutionary anarchist are over?” I whispered. I nibbled on her ear and she actually giggled. Nikki!
“The little bitch made me promise to keep this look maintained for one semester,” Nikki moaned. “I don’t know what’s going to happen.”
“I can tell you what is going to happen,” I said. She looked at me curiously and before I could continue, kissed me so thoroughly that it took a minute to recover my breath to speak.
“As you were saying?” she asked.
“Damn, Nikki! Here’s what’s going to happen. Your classmates—people you’ve known now for a year and a half—are not going to recognize you. Guys you ignored are going to ask you out. Maybe girls, too. You are going to be invited to parties. You are going to have fun.” I paused. I could see it in my mind’s eye and I didn’t want to say it.
“I don’t know that I want to go out just because I look different,” she pouted.
“It’s not just the way others see you. It’s how you see yourself. Even our love-making was different. You were assertive. You let me know just what you wanted.”
“And I got it! Tell me more.”
“Nikki, I’m prescient. You are going to meet a guy. You’re going to make love. You’re going to fall in love. This might be the last time we make love, sweetheart.” I know I had a tear in my eye, but I could see it all too clearly. I wasn’t expecting the stinging blow when she slapped me. Slapped me really hard. She rolled out of bed and stood next to it, beautiful and naked.
“You fucking bastard! I go and do all this and you’re fucking dumping me?” she shouted.
“No! I’m not dumping you. I’m telling you that you’ll find the true love of your life! I’m not going to break up with you.”
“I found the true love of my life, you stupid fuck!” She could have hit me again and it wouldn’t have stung so much. I rolled to my knees on the bed and faced her.
“Nikki? Are you saying…?”
“I love you! There! I know I’ve never said it. But I love you. You made me love you. You told me you loved me. You lied,” she cried and turned toward the bathroom. I’m not sure how I did it, but I stood between her and the door.
“I have never lied to you, Nicolette Celeste Duval. I’ve loved you as a Goth girl and a radical revolutionary. I’ve loved you as a brilliant writer and poet. I love you as a curly-haired blonde bombshell. I will never stop loving you.”
“How did you know my middle name?” she demanded.
“Do you think I haven’t read and collected all the poems of Céleste d’Chevalier?”
“That bitch! When did she start giving you my poetry?”
“Back when we were juniors and you wrote as Nat Hart,” I laughed. “Ms. Streeter let slip that she’d helped you get some poems published and I started looking them up.”
“You have all my poems?”
“You know the file cabinets with all Heaven’s pictures?” I asked. She nodded. “One drawer is filled with your stories and poetry.”
“You do love me?”
“I will always love you, Nikki.”
“You could be right, you know, Brian. I might go on dates. I might have sex. I might fall in love. But if that mythical son of a bitch can’t take the fact that I will always be coming back to you and that when we are together we will be having the most amazing sex known to mankind, then the bastard is history. I will always love you, Brian Frost.”
I looked like hell when I came down to breakfast in the morning. And I was still kissing Nikki while Liz smeared some makeup on me to reduce the bags under my eyes. We hadn’t slept at all. I’d had to run upstairs in the middle of the night to replenish our supply of condoms.
Then, at the door, I kissed her goodbye. She’d be gone for the airport before I was finished taping my show for the day. I might recover tonight. Maybe.
I was really enjoying our Saturday evening meals. The sisters had switched from Chinese cooking to French cooking and were serious about learning everything. I’d already added a couple of their Chinese menus to my schedule for the show and was pretty sure that I’d be adding the crepes they served tonight. The only problem with crepes is that they have to be prepared one at a time. The girls solved this situation by having three crepe pans going at the same time and each serving. They served chicken and mushroom crepes, but it was the addition of Camembert cheese that made the meal. They kept making them and serving them until we all said enough. Then they kept making crepes until they’d served us each a crepe with frozen raspberries and chocolate sauce. What a wonderful meal!
“How do you manage to make things so perfectly if you are just learning them as you feed us?” I asked Danielle as she curled up in my lap. I loved to touch and stroke her. For some reason, tonight I was just fascinated with her ears and she pressed her cheek into the palm of my hand.
“Um… Saturday isn’t the only time we come over,” she said.
“Well, I knew you were coming over on Fridays to prep for the show,” I said. “Are you practicing then, too?” She nodded.
“And on Wednesdays.”
“Really?”
“The kids in the dormitories are our lab rats.” She sighed and laid her head on my shoulder in her typical sleep position.
“Um, if you wanted to, you could come over after dinner on Wednesday and cuddle for a while,” I whispered. “Just for a little while. We could even find you a bed if you wanted to stay over and go in to class on Thursday with me. I go in early on Thursday because my class starts at eight. So, don’t feel obligated to do that.” She looked at me with a contented smile and kissed my cheek. Then she went to sleep and I read.
I’m not sure if that was a yes or no.
We had things well-planned and at midnight I slipped up beside Cassie and began to lick and suck her right nipple gently. She moaned and a hand came to cradle my head against her breast, but I didn’t think she was awake yet. Josh rolled toward her from the other side and just as Cassie was starting to roll toward me, he caught her other nipple between her lips. She flattened out on her back.
“Oh!” She came mostly awake. “Brian? Josh?”
“Mmmhmm,” we both hummed without letting go.
“Oh! Oh, my!” Cassie lifted her head, trying to see between Josh and me. “Mary? Is that you down there licking me?”
“Yeah. You must have been having a really good dream.”
“Oh, yes. Two boys were sucking on my nipples and a girl was licking my clit. It was a really good dream,” she giggled. “I should go back to sleep and see if I can get back into it. OH! I think I’m dreaming.”
“Guess who’s no longer a teenager,” I said between licks of her nipple.
“Am I…? Am I twenty?” she asked.
“Yes,” Josh said. “And so far, this entire decade of your life has consisted of having three lovers kissing and loving you.” He moved up so he could kiss her lips and I moved my hand to cover her abandoned tit. Her nipple was still wet and slippery and I squeezed and played with it as she began pumping her hips up to meet Mary’s mouth.
“Is the whole decade going to be like this?” she moaned. “I might die.”
“Your whole life is going to be like this anytime you want, cónyuge,” Mary said. “And it gets even better.”
“Better? How can anything be better than being woken up by my cónyuge?” she asked. Mary moved over toward me to let Josh get between Cassie’s legs. “Ohh! It’s even better!” she moaned as Josh slid into her. I moved up to kiss Cassie and Mary wedged herself between us to take over on her breasts.
“We love you, Cass,” I whispered. “All three of your cónyuge. We all three want to give you pleasure.”
“I’m… in love with you. Josh is making love to me and I’m kissing Brian and Mary is sucking my nipples. I have all three of you!”
Josh moved over and I crawled over Mary to get between Cassie’s legs. I was rock hard and went into her open pussy with ease. I reached behind her and managed to get a finger where I could put pressure on her back door.
“Oh, Brian! You have your cock in me!” I could feel her pussy beginning to flutter as it built toward orgasm. I was confident I could ride it out.
“Josh and I are going to take turns for as long as you can stand it,” I said. She clamped down on me and moaned her first orgasm. I pulled out and Mary rotated to Cassie’s lips as I claimed a nipple. Josh slid back into Cassie and she moaned again.
“What about poor Mary?” Cassie moaned. “Don’t leave my cónyuge Mary out.”
“Mmm. Don’t worry about me, lover. I have a special job to do.”
“What?”
“If—or I should say when—either of them loses control and comes deep in your pussy, I get to clean you up with my tongue until you are all fresh again and the other can start to fuck you.”
“Oh. Oh. Oh! Oh, Josh!”
Josh moved away and I moved in to take his place. The next time Cassie came, I was getting really close. I pulled out and got behind Mary. If Josh was in the same condition I was in, he wouldn’t outlast her next orgasm.
He didn’t. Cassie was loud enough to wake up all our other roommates.
“Is this a birthday party?” Rose asked as Mary moved between Cassie’s legs and began licking Josh’s come out of her pussy. “I want to wish Cassie happy birthday.” Rose kissed Cassie for a long time.
“I’ll make sure Josh is clean and ready for his next turn,” Liz said. Everyone was going to get in on this if they could. Only the three of us got between Cassie’s legs, though.
And we got there many times.
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