The thing is, I always liked Holly. It was disappointing that she seemed to look on me as a good friend and nothing else. But I still loved being around her.
We pretty much lost touch after going off to college, so it was great news when a friend from home told me Holly was transferring to the university I attended. I was in my second year there and, soon, she would be too! It didn't take long for us to find each other and we picked up, for the most part, where we left off. She was even prettier than I remembered and, at a petite just over 5' tall, even more shapely. She couldn't weigh much more that 100 pounds but had breasts that were amazing and very shapely legs.
Obviously, she had plenty of admirers. We hung out quite a bit but she didn't seem to see my pining away for her. On the other hand, she didn't appear to have a serious boyfriend so there was hope, I supposed. In fact, we actually kissed and groped a little once.
Maybe a month or so later, I was at a floor party at Holly's dorm. I was talking to another girl I knew from classes who I thought was pretty hot. She made it clear she would go out with me if asked, so I did ask. Flushed with this success, I grabbed another beer and wandered around. I hadn't seen Holly for a while so I walked toward her room. The door was open and, as I approached, I heard what most certainly sounded like sex going on.
Holly was sitting on a small bookcase with her legs wide and a guy I didn't know was standing with his pants down, thrusting his cock into her. There was another guy there too, watching them. Oh wow...I mean, I knew she must have sex, but it was still a shock. I wasn't hiding my appearance, but I was seen by only her. She was looking directly into my eyes as he was fucking her.
The student, I assumed he was a student, let out a loud moan and it was clear he was shooting his cum into her. Within a second or so of his coming, the other one pulled Holly down and turned her around against a dresser. He began pumping her pussy from behind while the first man pulled up his pants and sat on her bed. Neither had noticed me still, but Holly was using the dresser mirror to stare at me again. The guy didn't have a lot of stamina and ejaculated fairly quickly. When he pulled out a long stream of semen dripped from Holly's poon. Man!
I knew I should make myself scarce so I moved away, down the corridor several doorways. Very soon after, both guys walked from her door and toward the toilets. I understood I shouldn't, but I couldn't help myself. I stood in Holly's door once more and peered in. She had adjusted her short skirt back into place and was sitting on her bed, sort of gazing at the pool of cum on her floor.
"Hello Mikey."
"Hello, Holly."
"So, did you see all of that?" "Most of it."
"Do you want to do me too? I know you have for a long time. It's ok if you do, I don't mind."
"No...uh, no I don't think so. Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I'm all right. You disappointed in me, or you just don't like sloppy thirds?"
"No, I..."
"I'm sorry. That was mean. You've always been nice to me. You don't deserve that. I just...I don't know, really. I'd love to say I'm not like this...letting boys fuck me like a whore, but I guess I am."
"No, no! You're not a whore!"
"They didn't pay me, that's true. None of the others did, either."
I did not want to think what that meant. There was a lot of casual sex around, but Holly and those guys looked more like a porn video than student sex. She looked at the beer in my hand. "Why don't we both use the bathroom, then come back and talk some more," Holly said. "Ok."
We did talk for a long time, but neither of us mentioned that night's episode again. But it was there. It was probably about 1:30 in the morning when Holly started to undress. She unbuttoned my shirt some and said, "Stay with me tonight. Please."
We were in her rather small bed, with her cuddled up next to me. I couldn't avoid the inevitable and my cock was getting harder and harder by the minute. We both ignored it until, eventually, Holly reached over and began to stroke me. I was so surprised I came quite explosively under the covers in just a couple of minutes. She didn't even attempt to wipe her hand despite the heavy load I'd deposited there and in her bed. She just snuggled up with her face buried in my neck and went to sleep. It was the worst night of my life and the best night of my life, all at the same time. What was I supposed to think?
*
I saw a lot of Holly in the next month. We never talked about our night together or the two people she let fuck her. I hoped something more, you know, romantic would develop between us, but it hadn't so far. Of course, I was concerned by what Holly had said about being a whore. And that stuff about the "others." She must be promiscuous or she wouldn't have said it. Could I handle that?
One evening after classes were finished, I met up with Holly on the street. We exchanged campus news and joked around some. Her coat was open and she was wearing a top with a generous scooped neckline that showed a lot of cleavage. I reacted in the usual way, and she caught that. To my astonishment, Holly ran the backs of her fingers along my growing hard-on, right there on the sidewalk. She smiled and asked, "Do you want to get some Mexican from one of the food trucks and go back to my room to eat?"
"Ok, sure." I was trying mightily not to blush but not succeeding very well.
We ate while listening to music and just relaxing in each other's company. She was looking absolutely gorgeous. I wasn't all that surprised when she glanced at my crotch. There was a pretty obvious bulge there once again.