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Lisa Kelly was born fourth generation Irish out of third generation Italian but knew little of her family tree. Her father was a lawyer and her mother a mother. They sent her to Catholic school…all girls…assuring her an early awkwardness around boys.
Her culturally induced shyness was exacerbated by being taller than almost every boy her age. When she mercifully stopped growing at the beginning of eighth grade the size of God s Los Angeles inbox shrank considerably. When in twelfth grade her straight A average was wondrously lowered by the C she achieved in cup size inbox traffic nearly dried up entirely.
Lisa arrived at the University of Southern California with her hymen perched proudly on its vaginal throne and a diametric opposite for a roommate.
Aimee Cohen s father was an executive at a major studio and her mother an enigma. The girls parents knew each other tangentially as Mr. Kelly wrote contracts for Mr. Cohen s clients. They attended some of the same parties that the self-absorbed publicity focused Hollywood community required.
Both men became convinced that the other s daughter would be an excellent influence on his own and so conspired to have the two girls room together. Lisa s dad wanted her to experience Aimee s outgoing nature and drive for good grades. Aimee s father was looking for any sort of anchor whatsoever to slow his daughter who appeared determined to sail every leg with spinnaker flying
After two weeks both girls were convinced their respective male parent was a galloping chowder head. To innocent Lisa Aimee appeared determined to fuck any guy that could get it up again after she blew him. To horny Aimee Lisa was a sexual black hole that threatened to suck in every vestige of hot fun in a ten mile radius.
As Thanksgiving neared unexplored Lisa was more depressed than at any time since she d started college. The big game UCS v. UCLA was coming up and she didn t have a date. That s not exactly true. What she didn t have was a hot date.
She d been asked by an accounting major she wasn t so sure she wanted to be seen with. He was good enough for helping with academic stuff like Intro to College Arithmetic or whatever that lame freshman math course was called but this was social event of the semester not College Week on Jeopardy.
Aimee naturally did have a hot date she always had hot dates and never appeared to tire reminding Lisa of that fact. There was no doubt about it her bunkroom buddy had a way of attracting the most eye-popping dudes on campus. Bluntly what was even more attractive to the male students than Aimee s beautiful face and killer bod was that she put out.
All the guys Lisa knew considered Aimee a Betty. Even Lisa had to admit her roommate was a stunner with an awesome bod that she loved showing off. Aimee had the rad wardrobe and was constantly ogled by virtually every heterosexual male lesbian female and bisexual whatever on campus.
From a purely physical perspective Lisa was hotter looking than her roommate. But to Aimee a woman who understood and appreciated physical relationships Lisa wasn t worth asking out. Aimee winced when she heard guys talk about her roommate.
You might get to first base dude but you ll definitely get thrown out trying to get to second.
To her credit Lisa was aware her breasts were hyper sensitive and understood her father s admonition (invariably couched in baseball terms): Once a guy gets to second base he is in scoring position.
Aimee told Lisa that guys considered her a fox. Lisa wanted to believe her roommate was telling her was the truth and her reflections confirmed it but Lisa s social calendar didn t evidence anything close what her co-habitor (and that apparently mendacious mirror) asserted.
The uncertainty borne of inexperience that hounded the pretty coed s sexual fears did not spill over into other aspects of Lisa s life. She was well aware that Aimee s father s studio had prime seats for the game and that Aimee would get him to give her some. It had all the markings of an outstanding weekend but not if she settled for some dork as a date.
Once again Aimee tried to rescue her roommate from her all too common fate of bad blind dates even worse nerdy suitors and weekend nights spent fulfilling her duties as Miss Campus Library.
However don t make the mistake of assuming Aimee s motives were altogether or even mostly altruistic. She seen all too often the excitement that two awesome babes hanging together could create. She wouldn t have to settle being for being on the arm or in the bed of just one guy.
They could go places together and get more hunks than they could handle. OK Aimee thought now I m just being silly. How could I possibly have more hunks than I can handle? That s just goofy talk.
The number of rad guys two fab foxes could attract wouldn t be double it would be quadruple. Aimee considered herself sharper than Lisa ergo whenever it came to divvying up whatever guys they d hooked she d get first choice.
Shit! Aimee admonished herself on her way to the bathroom to wring out the crotch of her panties I ve got to stop thinking about stuff like that.
Remember that guy Mike I introduced you to from the Theta house Aimee asked her funk-ridden house pal on exiting the bathroom.
Remember him?! Lisa s eyes went dreamy. What was it Aimee had said about him? If he were a banister she d never take the stairs again.
I think so dead-panned Lisa answered forcing Aimee to laugh.
That bimbo he was banging just got kicked out of school for selling the Dean s daughter some pot. He needs a date. Interested?
For the sake of argument let s say I was Lisa teased and although she could probably guess the answer added What s the catch?
The catch is he s not going to be satisfied trying to guess your bra size from outside your sweater. He s going to want to go south of the equator. And what girl in her right mind considers spreading her legs for him a catch anyway? Aimee informed her roommate about the real world while simultaneously shaking her head.
Shit Aimee! How many times do I have to tell you I m not ready? Lisa offered dejectedly feeling the date of a lifetime slipping through her chaste fingers.
Your loss Aimee shrugged then added more sympathetically what can I do Lis? He s got any number of hot girls who d jump his bone in a heartbeat. If I set him up with you and he wastes his weekend…gets nothing from you I won t be able to get you or any other girl another date for the rest of the year.
Lisa accepted Aimee s Bummer huh? hug and felt modestly better.
I don t get you Lisa. There are ways you can make guys happy and still keep your precious hymen in tact.
How? asked Lisa making Aimee think she was less interested in finding a suitable date than in her upcoming Native American Colloquialisms Depicted in Pueblo Paintings midterm. Fortunately Lisa continued before her roommate gave up altogether. Take it up the ass like you do? You know that creeps me out.
There will come a day…I m telling you. Anal is so fucking hot! Way better orgasms than regular sex! OK you re too chicken shit for that…but there s still the other thing…
Hand jobs? Lisa asked.
Right Aimee guffawed. He can do that for himself. I know you know what I m talking about…and if he could do that for himself I d be dating him.
Lisa was definitely intrigued. Over the few months she d roomed with Aimee she d realized her high standards were putting a crimp in her social life and not at all conducive to attracting the cute boys that she wanted to ask her out.
She d been looking for a way she could maintain her values and still give a guy what he wanted from a girlfriend. Without discussing it with Aimee or any one else Lisa began seriously considering going down on guys.
She had become obsessively curious about penises and sucking seemed to provide a safe way to experiment and satisfy her curiosities. What better way to gain a close up understanding of what they looked like how they smelled what they felt like and yes how they tasted.
Besides how much different could it be from giving a guy a hickey? Or him thrusting his tongue into her mouth like he was tossing a Scottish caber? Like everything she pondered profoundly she dreamed about it. In the last few weeks images of blowing big beautiful dicks attached to gauzy guys had been haunting Lisa s sleep to the point that she d woken up with her hand between her legs.
Tell me about blowjobs again Lisa requested clinically like she were asking how one could tell when a melon was ripe.
Tell you about them? What s to tell? If I didn t know better I d wonder who you blew to get into this college. Jeez Lis I m beginning to think those people who say you need the recipe to make ice might be on to something. Are you still buying beer in those bottles that have Open Other End stamped on the bottom? I swear you couldn t pour water from a boot if the instructions were printed on the heel.
Aimee! Lisa squealed trying to sound genuinely hurt. And to think of all the times I ve defended you.
What are you talking about? the roomy asked suddenly worried about what people might be saying behind her back.
Like just the other day. We were all out by the pool and you were off somewhere studying and everybody was saying you eat shit on toast and stuff. I told them you don t even like toast.
You re a bitch you know that? Aimee sarcastically asked her inexperienced insecure roommate rhetorically before biting back. It s a blowjob Lisa. You put the dick in your mouth and suck. Think you can remember all that?
Then why is everyone so worried she won t do it right? Even you said you picked losers the first few times to practice on…so the cool guys wouldn t think you didn t know what you were doing.
If I show you this time…instead of telling you how to do it are you going to do it? I don t want to waste my fucking time again…explaining it over and over…I m getting tired of telling you how it s done! The frustrated Aimee was sick of covering and recovering the same ground.
I dunno I guess I ll try Lisa timidly answered.
No Lisa no I dunnos! … No I ll try s!! … YOU WILL DO IT!!! an exasperated Aimee screamed at her roommate.
ALRIGHT YODA!…YES!!…I LL DO IT!!! an infuriated Lisa screamed back too angry to back down and secretly thrilled and relieved that she d committed herself. But you have to show me how…and help me practice.
Aimee sprang into action. Tim she said into the phone c mon over.
No Tim last week…What do you think?…Yes NOW!! Aimee ended the telephone conversation.
The practice penis was puffing when Aimee answered the door. He d actually run over. You re such a fucking puppy Aimee thought as she looked at her friend with benefits. Should I offer you a beer or let you lap water from a Frisbee on the floor?
Tim was Aimee s safety net a guy in waiting Aimee used whenever she needed to get laid and her preferences weren t around. He worked for her father s studio and he d never dare say a thing about anything for fear he d get fired if it was discovered that he was banging the boss s daughter.
She even got the studio to pay for his apartment something he d never be able to afford on his own because she convinced her father he was good protection and helped her out a lot. The complete extent to which he helped was known only to them.
It was Tim s time to be of service once again as Aimee filled Lisa in on the basics of fellatio. A live cock was going to provide a much better demonstration than a pickle or some plastic prick. Plus if this was Lisa s first glimpse of man s dick what better one to see than Tim s.
Tim s penis was pretty porn star pretty large enough to be impressive but not so large as to be scary or difficult to fit in one s mouth. No Lisa wouldn t be afraid of Tim s cock. She d love it like all women did.
Take your pants off Aimee told Tim as soon as he d swallowed his first sip of beer.
What? asked a shocked Tim. What about her?
Seriously Tim Aimee continued are you sure English is your mother tongue? Let s go off with the pants.
Like this? Tim asked as he stood before the girls in his white briefs.
Yes exactly like that Aimee unbeknownst to Tim mocked. You see what I mean Lisa watch they ll be whiter in the back than the front. They just can t keep their filthy hands off themselves. Turn around and show Lisa your ass Tim.
The clueless Tim obliged turning his crotch away from Lisa.
See Lis whiter except for that brown stripe where Tim never quite got the hang of wiping himself completely. Isn t that right Tim? Aimee cruelly teased.
Right… began Tim half a beat too eager to please. I mean what?
No you fucking retard! Aimee lectured. I didn t ask you over here so Lisa could see you pose in those stylish underoos you ve worn since you were semi-potty trained at age eight. Lisa wants me to give her some pointers on giving head and you re the stunt cock. Any objections?
Tim suddenly had the brightest smile either female had ever seen.
I ll take that as a no. Aimee continued her unabashed bashing.
Tim s one-way steady girlfriend yanked down his under drawers and pushed him into a chair before kneeling before him. Tentatively Lisa knelt beside her.
You re familiar with all the working parts aren t you Lisa? Aimee began grasping the guy s rapidly hardening boner.
This is the head of course Aimee told her friend tracing a finger along the crown ridge and down underneath stroking the glans. Tim was fully hard by now and his dick tip danced in appreciation like a bobble-head doll.
What are these called again? Aimee teased as she fondled Tim s testes.
Duh mocked Lisa sheepishly.
Guys like them licked. Don t they Timmy? Aimee dipped her head and slurped his scrotum.
Mmmm Tim replied in what would become his most frequent refrain.
Tell her Tim Aimee insisted temporarily putting the testicle cleansing on hold until the mildly educable dick/man complied.
Fuck Aimee you know it drives me nuts! the young man gasped.
Licking your nuts drives you nuts? How positively literary of you Timothy. Would you mind if I used that in my next English Lit. paper? Now tell Lisa all about how it makes you feel. Aimee went back to checking her fuck-buddy into the loony bin while waiting for him to form thoughts for Lisa.
Oh Shit! panted the de-panted male model with a satyr s cock and a bird s brain… That s it!!…R-Right there!!! …he gasped in stammered words. OH GOD!! The stunt-winkie continued to squirm. See…See that Lisa? … See how…how she s li-…licking my balls?!! he gulped as he took rapid breaths directing his comment to the spectator as his body went limp.
OHhhhhh Gaawwddd! That drives…guys…bonkersssss!! HA HA AAHHHhhhh!! he gave up his information with his voice trailing off.
Very good Timbo. Aimee offered praise not unlike a Little League coach.
This of course is the shaft Aimee offered almost clinically as she licked the length of Tim s dick. Guys like that too don t they Timmy? Aimee toyed with her prey.
Not waiting for a response assuming Tim were capable – not exactly the best odds in the casino Aimee moved her tongue to the underside of the cockhead the most sensitive and erotic spot on a man s body the equivalent of the female g-spot.
She held her lips on either side of the shaft while rapidly swabbing her tongue back and forth not unlike a vibrating floor sander on high speed along the small strip of soft skin. Stunt prick Tim went delirious.
What s this little patch of skin called? Aimee asked.
The g-g-glans Tim moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head.
Not you Imbecile! Aimee cautioned I was asking Lisa. I assume you know your own dick.
Lisa smiled approving of her roommates mocking of horny males for the first time understanding exactly why her roommate was getting so many dates understanding for the first time in her life what a woman s lips could do to a man.
This of course is the famous slit…where all the action is Aimee continued her instructions.
Is that cum? Lisa asked in awe while staring the glistening drop of clear liquid that had formed on the slit of Tim s cockhead.
Secretly she wondered how it could have gotten there. Weren t guys supposed to go all crazy and shit when they shot their cum. Plus where was all the shooting that was supposed to take place? That was more seeping than shooting.
Nah answered Aimee swiping the crystalline bead off the cockslit with her tongue Pre cum.
Sorry Lis she offered tardily while swallowing the salty-sweet morsel did you want to taste it?
Lisa trembled all over but couldn t speak as Aimee settled down to serious business. Deliberately she lowered her mouth over Tim s cock top. Slowly her lips inched down the shaft then just as slowly they inched back up.
Remember always keep your teeth covered with your lips when it s in your mouth. That s probably the most important thing to not sucking at blowing the authoritative roommate advised giving Lisa the cardinal rule of performing fellatio.
Aimee returned to engulfing Tim s dick. She punctuated the oral pleasure she gave her prop cock with tips for Lisa. Take it as deep as you can. … Use your hand to help … Don t forget about your tongue. … Remember to breathe. … Let him fuck your mouth a little.
I guess what I m saying is use your mouth like a cunt Aimee stated then laughed. Oh that s right you don t know how to do that either.
Finally Aimee had to pry her mouth off Tim s rock-hard flesh-covered bone while she still had a degree of self control.
Your turn she told Lisa eyes closed regaining her composure holding Tim s glistening boner by its base and pointing it at her roommate.
I can t!! raggedly breathed a frightened Lisa her voice trembling as much as her body.
Don t fuck with me or I m gonna finish blowing him myself!! an angered Aimee scolded. You promised me!! she reminded with a steely glare. If you don t do this you re not go