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We decided two days later on a shopping trip. Neither of us had a
car, so this meant riding the bus. It turned out we’d picked the worst
possible hour to leave, and the bus was packed. After we had paid our
fare and worked our way in, we found ourselves stuck between a large
guy looking for all the world like the epitome of a Hell’s Angel, and
some fat fellow neither one of us wanted to get close to.
I sat and cried for an hour. I knew she wouldn’t be mine. I wanted to
hold her hand and have her smiling at me. I would have to settle on
knowing she would be my friend, as long as she never learned how I
really felt about her.
I cleaned up, fed the cats, and went to bed. There wasn’t anything
else to do, no place to go, no way to fix it so I didn’t feel this
I hid it pretty well the next day, she couldn’t know what I was
looking for in her. Just one clue she’d return the feelings I had. It
was all I really wanted to see.
I was Harmony’s girlfriend and I loved her. I longed to hold her close, the feeling was eating away at me so
strongly. But I dared not say anything. She would turn on me
immediately, I felt sure.
The next week she went out with some guy she knew from Organic. A
chemistry class of some sort. This brought the entire sensation into a
sharper focus. I watched her dress, putting on a very sexy blouse I’d
helped her pick out. I watched as she put on her makeup, a few simple
touches to accent her already beautiful face. Then I saw her smile at
him, hold his hand and leave.
But still she is mine now
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We slipped into the apartment an hour later, our trophy in our hands.
Relief washed over us. I gave her a roomie hug, and dropped the trophy
into her dresser drawer. It was really her prize. She should keep it
to remember our fun.
After that night though, my view of Angie changed. I knew she aroused
me, even if she didn’t. I could no longer look at her without seeing
the tender fingers which had brought the tingling arousal through my
hips, the breasts that rolled against my back, and the lips that had
brushed so softly along my neck. Sometimes, just looking at her
lovely face brought the goose bumps back.
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“I think they’re gone, roomie.” She quickly started to slide down the
back of the horse, apparently unaware of the effect she’d had on me. I
rejoiced I hadn’t betrayed us with an orgasm while hiding out. I also
rejoiced she hadn’t found out she was arousing me. Our friendship
would be over, and I wouldn’t have that.
I managed to settle myself down before dropping to the ground. It was
good the darkness concealed my face. I had to have been flushed red
from the excitement contact with Angie’s body had given me.
I felt my body calm itself, and Angie apparently believed my panting
on the statue was from fear. She became very protective of me for the
rest of our little jaunt, making me hide while she stood watch
whenever she suspected the frat search parties were near.
A few more movements on her part and I was panting. I tried to cover
it up, but I felt sure she must hear it. She must know, my body was
adding it’s own motions, grinding the statue against my crotch. But I
bite down, suppressing the sounds trying to escape from my throat. I
fought to hide, not only from the pursuing frat members, but from the
girl who had quietly become my best friend.
Her fingers rested on my waist, and moved to my hips as she continued
to check for our victims. For myself, every touch she made brought
more heat to my cheeks. I could even imagine feeling her nipples
rubbing against my back. I prayed to myself for a soft gentle orgasm,
that she not know how her body had aroused me.
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She started to pop up and down, peering out through the branches,
pushing down on my hips. Every time she did this, I found myself being
pushed into a ridge on the back of the horse statue, my crotch
rubbing against the fabric of my jeans. After the first few times, her
hot breath on my neck in combination with the rubbing, I was beginning
to feel weak, I tucked my head against my chest while I held onto
“I still see them,” she whispered, her lips right up against my neck.
Goose bumps shivered down my spine. I could feel her holding herself
along the length of my back, her chest an interesting and soft
pressure from behind. My breath caught once, a red haze of warmth
flowing up my back, and down from my neck.
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“Hsst,” Angie’s warm breath whispered into my ear. “I’ll try to
stretch, see if I still see them in the field below.”
My view was obstructed both by tree and statue alike, so I simply
nodded. She humped herself up a bit, her hands on my hips. She soon
found a hole she could peek through, and dropped back down again.
Her breath was hot, not warm, as she breathed against the back of my
neck. I could feel the small hairs stiffen there in response.
“They’re still out there, Jane.” She held on to my hips. I felt very
unusual, trapped on top of a statue with my roomie, a stolen Frat
banner in my hands. Fear had vanished, a certain conspiratorial
sensation drew me closer to Angie in that moment. A sense of
comradery, perhaps a sense of close affection.
Hickory was some kind of founding father, sitting atop a large horse
with the feet firmly planted. I hadn’t gotten the story yet about the
purpose of this chunk of bronze, but the bushes had grown up against
the pedestal, a perfect hiding place.
Unfortunately, the frat search party thought so too. So to escape
notice as they approached, we climbed the statue. Me first, then
Angie. I know this doesn’t sound too reasonable as a course of action.
But over the years, the university had allowed the trees about Hickory
to grow freely. Now the leaves and thin branches afforded a certain
amount of concealment.
We got up on good ol’ Hickory’s horse, me right behind him, and Angie
clutching at me in turn directly behind. That’s when it really
started. The rustling in the bushes below soon subsided.
“It’s okay, we just won’t get caught. Come on,” and taking me by the
hand, she hauled me away from my studies, Sambo, and any real social
event we might have attended that night.
Now I won’t bore you with the details of how we got up to the Tau
Delta Chi’s banner, hanging over their front door. Suffice it to say
we were on our way down, when one of the guys shouted about two girls
stealing their flag. It was a bit of a fright, soon the entire frat
was scrambling about the campus searching for us.
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Okay, it was a stupid stunt, and I was scared. What happened next is
what really shocked me. And the shock, yes, even the surprise, was
We ran in front of the administration building, down the steps towards
the park behind. We saw a bunch of the frat hanging out in the open
area ahead of us, and more in pursuit behind. The only hiding place
we could find was amid the bushes behind Hickory’s statue.
Suddenly Sambo, our gray stray, spent a period being sprayed with the
kitty discipline bottle. I’d gotten him once, Angie got him once,
then we both reached for the water at the same time. It caused a bit
of a chuckle.
“We should go do something,” Angie told me. “Something to get out of
the walled in mind set.
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to raid one of the Frats…”
“Raid? I don’t know what you mean.”
“We’ll break in and swipe something. Like their letters banner or
“That’s not such a great idea, Angie.”
By the time we finished discussing advantageous areas about campus,
we concluded that together we could afford more than twice the apartment
for the same amount, if we both lived there. Set about to find a
place we could share.
As I said, this worked for several months pretty well. We even started
to go together to parties, and sometimes hit the bars in each other’s
company. We had one of those tacit little agreements college roomies
make about bringing someone home, who would sleep where and when.
Somehow it hadn’t yet happened though.
One day, everything changed. We’d been in studying for too long. The
evening shadows had stretched into continuous darkness and we had
Angie was in the Chemistry program, I was in English literature. We
shared few classes, and our schedules were different enough for
the first three months we hardly tripped over each other running to
and from lectures. It started out like that anyway.
I met her when I was looking for apartments. We’d both showed up at
the same place. Neither of us wanted it, even making the same
disparaging remarks about the condition of the place. After we
finished laughing at assessments we shared, we hit a local coffee
Angie is tall, well, taller than me. I’m only 5’2″, and I feel short.
She easily tops 5’10”. She took up more of the table than I, but it
didn’t matter. We simply spread our notes out and started to talk
about where we’d looked.
Angie was my first friend away from home.
We shared an apartment on the east side of campus. It was a dingy
little one bedroom affair, with too little light to really grow house
plants. But we made the best of it, my bed on one side of the room,
hers on the other, and in the middle, two ragged looking dressers.
Our bras and other unmentionables drying side by side over the tub
in the bathroom.
We got a bunch of fluorescent lamps to make the place brighter and
managed to grow a hand full of homely looking green things that we
called plants. The cats, we had two, would occasionally attack the
stringy shoots, doing mild damage. Yet they grew anyway, sickly though
they might seem.
Kate had undressed only one short hour ago, and already she needed a
break. She waited until the man kneeling behind her spurted his thick cum
into her cunt and pulled out. Several other men and women were in various
other positions around the room, sucking or fucking each other. Kate
stood, and felt the slippery wetness of sweat and sperm run down her body.
The man who had just cum in her was now sucking on a pair of huge tits,
while their owner had her asshole fucked.
Kate wandered out of the room and down the hall towards the
refreshments. The warm semen oozed from her cunt and down her thighs,
spreading a slick wetness that she felt with each step. Kate swallowed
several times, clearing her throat and tasting the creamy jism that had
coated her teeth, tongue and gums. She turned into the cozy room and sat
down on a bar stool, wet and naked. The bartender, a pretty young blonde,
smiled from the other end of the bar and started towards her.
“Coke.” Kate said hoarsely, then cleared her throat and repeated it.
“Looks like you’ve been busy.” The blonde bartender said.
As a reaction, Kate looked down at her pert breasts and stomach. She
felt a twinge in her pussy when she saw just how much cum was still
clinging to her tits and red cunt hair. She knew she was making the stool
wet from her sloppily creamed pussy, but that only added to the eroticism
of it all.
The bartender put a glass of soda in front of her, and Kate offered
her wristband to show she had an unlimited account. The blonde bartender
smiled and nodded. Kate picked up the cold drink and downed a gulp, then
another. The cold, bubbly liquid cooled her throat.
As the bartender moved away, Kate asked her a question. “Do you have a
mirror around here anywhere?”
The blonde stopped and turned around, smiling and pointing over
towards some nearby tables. “Over there on the wall, best we can do.”
Kate thanked her and slipped off the stool and strolled over. The
blonde bartender watched her shapely, glistening body walk toward the
mirror. Absentmindedly, the bartender wet her lips with her tongue.
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There was nothing on TV but the news, and it was boring. I turned
it off and went to check on Leanne. She was tucked into her crib and
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cute little girl. Her mother, Jessica, needed me to babysit last night
because she was going to a special meeting they were having at her
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months ago. I had 11 years before I hit 32 and I hoped that I would be
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