This is a continuation of Parts I-IV
Phyllis had been much drunker than I, and after our unadorned, lusty fucking back at my place, we both fell into a pretty deep sleep. I say unadorned because as a rule the relationships with the Pub barmaids didn't involve oral sex. Our leaving together was closely watched by socially inept horndogs too bashful to approach her. This was still mainly an engineering school, and the men often greatly outnumbered the women. Phyllis was hotly pursued, if only from afar, and when she was drunk, not very discriminating—especially on her breaks. She was well-known for handing out quickies in the parking lot, and sometimes more than one. I appreciated the hot sex, but I wasn't looking forward to having one of my gym buddies ask me how I enjoyed sucking his cum out of her pussy.
Since I was the more sober one, I slept a solid 6 hours and by mid-morning was at my desk starting on the outline of my next dissertation chapter leaving Phyllis blissfully snoring away. While starting my second pot of coffee, I pondered my recent experiences with Sharon. I felt a connection, but I clearly had no claim on her. She was married after all. I could hardly expect her to be less discriminatory in her sex partners than I. Look who was in my bedroom. Attractive, fun, high energy girl, but hardly a paragon of intelligence or virtue. More relevantly, and not that I cared, but Phyllis' tits were much bigger than Sharon's even though their frames were similar. That is, if you wanted to compare pertinent anatomies. So, I couldn't point any fingers if Sharon was enjoying sex with someone with a much bigger cock. But the main issue of concern was the owner of that big cock, Viktor. He was a walking bundle of pathologies who, when he wasn't making my blood boil, was making my skin crawl. As a rule, I kept him out of sight and out of mind except for running into him during his pursuit of partners at faculty parties, and of course, the gym.
Eventually, it was going to come out about our sharing Sharon, and I wasn't looking forward to that sneering confrontation. Whatever Sharon may have thought, if she thought about it, there was nothing discrete about this guy. He clearly relished lording his sexual prowess over the men attached to his conquests. Within his own weird cohort of misfits, he had the status of a charismatic cult leader. His followers vicariously shared his sexual conquests and later humiliations. In fact, you could sometimes hear these wretches in various venues crowing over his exploits as if they were the initiators. When seeing this from afar it was amusing but being a direct participant in this sick intersection of whackos was not very appealing to me.
As I sat back down to my desk, I heard Phyllis in the shower. I knew her showering habits, and it would continue until the hot water ran out. The hot water service at her apartment was spotty if at all, and I certainly didn't begrudge her the pleasure. Later, I was deeply engrossed in my outline when I felt one of her magnificent tits graze my ear from behind while her semi-dry hair fell over my eyes. I was at once at attention and turned directly into her hard nipples. I quickly reached for her pussy, but she backed saying, "I'm too sore." Not that I cared, but this confirmed that last night she
had been
fucking guys on her breaks. "How about I jerk you off while you suck on my titties?" No problem there. They were magnificent. Slightly larger than her frame, you could see them from behind when she raised her arms. Her nipples were prominent and pointed upward showing what a connoisseur would call a "positive rotation." She pulled up a chair, and we had so much fun that I ended up coming twice, and she even rubbed a couple out on her clitty. Phyllis focused considerable energy into sex, and she always got high marks for creativity. I guess that I was just being my usual hound dog self.
She had nominally been an undergraduate student in a variety of disciplines for years and was sadly just a fleeting time away from being one of those dreary womb babies who haunt the library, but never take a degree. However right now, she was fun and vibrant, and I wished her better than where she appeared headed. So, I dropped her at the Student Union and went to the gym for my daily workout.
Of course, Viktor was the first person that I saw when I walked into the weight room. I was ever vigilant for a smirk, but he merely nodded in my direction and continued with his workout. He was too lazy to really exert himself, but he was clearly strong. Usually, after a modicum of stretching, he would go to the dead lift station. He was about 6'2'' with large chest and shoulders, arms with little definition, and a huge gut—probably went 275 or higher. Incredible, I bet Sharon didn't weigh much over 100. I had seen him dead lift as high as 500#, but normally, he would just do a couple of reps with meaningful groans while one of his cadre looked on adoringly. Today wasn't any different, and now I was sure they were on their way to the Sauna where everyone would lounge around admiring his package. He had a constant stream of chatter going with his followers, and on the way out I heard just a couple of phrases. "yeah. . . first thing . . .hit it hard . . .begged . . .slave . . ."
However, they were gone now, and I could put Sharon out of my mind and focus on my workout. Today was upper body day, and I hit it hard. Bench, pullups and dips with a weight belt, military presses, curls, and then cleans with moderate weight until exhaustion. I was so arm weary that I had to push the door to the locker room open with my butt, and happily when I entered from the weight room side, Viktor and his train were long gone. Feeling physically enervated, but mentally re-energized, I walked through a pleasant fall dusk to the main cafeteria in the Union. Even though it was cafeteria food, the university had a major hospitality school, and the cafeteria was used as practice for its students. With thoughtful choices, you could get a very nutritious meal at a low price.
By now, I was very hungry, focused on finding a table to replace my depleted calories. So, I didn't see Dorothy Monahan and Sharon giggling conspiratorially near the entrance. I was already committed to my line of attack, so I couldn't change without being too obvious, and I had to walk right by them. When they glanced up and saw me, their abrupt silence coupled with the embarrassed looks on their faces made it clear that I was the object of their merriment. They were so shocked that they didn't say anything, and I moved as far away as I could and sat down to my meal. Sharon, who was dressed as for a date, left shortly after I sat down avoiding my eye on the way out.
I pulled research cards from my back pocket to review while I ate, so I didn't notice Dorothy approach. I used to really enjoy her sassy company, but now I looked to avoid her. She sat down without invitation and stared intently. "Please have a seat, Dorothy."
"Spare me the sarcasm, I heard about your encounter with Sharon yesterday in the stacks. Were you stalking her?"
"How could I stalk her? I didn't even know she had a carrel." Administratively, it was a big deal to be assigned a study carrel. I had been so focused on Sharon's sexual escapades that I hadn't even considered that. She wasn't even a doctoral candidate, so how could she be in a study carrel? "Dorothy, I hope you are not going to gossip about this, and why were they up there anyway?'
"I share that carrel with John, and we seldom use it, so I let Sharon borrow the key. What do you care?"
"That's between you all, I was just curious since I had to wait years for the privilege."
