By Paris Waterman
All sexual acts herein are between people 18 years of age, or older.
Please note that this is Volume II in a series. It can be read on its own, although reading the first volume will help put matters in their proper perspective. PW
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Chapter 1
Wherein Donnie buys a house — Telling sordid tales to female freshmen - Fucking the female freshmen
September of Donald's freshman year was a virtual whirlwind of activities between swimming practice, classes and meeting up with his realtor, Nikita Konstanty, to find furniture for the house and precious private moments with her. There simply wasn't enough time in the day to just sit back and relax.
Donald did buy the first house that Nikita had shown him. It was an older building, and wanting to retain as much of the "old-timey" feel of it as possible, he left the basic structure intact and under the knowledgeable guidance of Nikita, arranged for the partial renovation of the interior.
The building was actually 3 stories, with a ground level basement entry that had two sets of stairs leading to the main floor. The entire upper floor became his bedroom and study and included a huge master bath that had a Jacuzzi large enough for four people and a separate shower with a two heads. The main level contained an updated kitchen, dining room, living room, family room, a full bath and a sun room alongside a screened in porch.
The ground level or basement had two apartments replete with kitchens, full-sized bathrooms and fairly large master bedrooms, making them highly desirable quarters for either student or faculty needing accommodations.
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Nikita spent considerable time helping Don furnish the entire house, taking him to consignment shops and one very useful used furniture store to show him pieces she thought would serve him well. He accepted everything shown him, except for a statuette of a cat, which he hated. The house was half furnished in a week. He also had two additional bedsprings and mattresses ordered from a local mattress store. When they arrived, Nikita suggested he place an ad in the Athens newspaper and in the school bulletin looking for female tenants. The suggested rental price would off-set his mortgage payment and even give him a small amount to spend as he saw fit.
"Umm, Nikita, I have a question about us, I mean, our relationship, um, it appears to be ongoing. Is it?"
"How sweet of you to ask; yes, I think so, Donnie. That is if you want it to be. There are dozens of young ladies here in Athens who would love to ... what's the expression? Oh, yes, jump your bones. They seem to like one-night stands, or for that matter Spring Break type vacation sex. But I'm here for the duration. You on the other hand, are a student who is also on the swim team. You'll be traveling ... a lot in that regard. That means--at least to my view, that what we have is basically a casual relationship. Now don't get me wrong. I like you. I love fucking you, and I'd like to keep on fucking you. And yet you need to understand that while I expect you to have other ... casual flings, you had better realize that I'll have an occasional fling of my own.
"Perhaps we should set some ground rules. Not now, let's let that thought germinate for a while. I think you should consider our relationship. I mean, what happens if our feelings toward one another change? You or I might meet someone else who we want to be with--period. Or, failing that, how often should we meet? Daily, weekly, every other Tuesday?
I prefer we keep our arrangement a secret as long as that's possible. It's a small town, people will talk eventually. Are you all right with that? More to the point. Are you okay with me meeting other people, without you being present? What about STD's? How often should we be tested?"
"Wow, sounds like you've been lying in wait to pounce on me," Donnie said with a slight frown.
"No Donnie, not at all. Everything I've said is purely practical ... practical in that these things happen. They do matter. What we have isn't a one-night stand, it's an affair. There are complications when one has an affair. I live here in Athens. You go to school here. There's a difference. And it's a big one. I'm not ending our thing, Donnie. I'm just clarifying it. Think about what I've said here. Let me know your thoughts. I don't expect you to accept everything I said. Maybe you'll even add a few questions of your own. That would be fine.
"You've got a swim meet coming up, right?"
"Yes, going to Florida in a couple days."
"So let's talk about things when you get back. Remember this isn't an ultimatum, Donnie; it's just a discussion about things that matter to me--to us. Now do you want to get on top, or shall I?"
The swimming/diving team had already gone to Alabama for a meet, but because they had not arrived in late August for pre-semester practices, Dolph and Donnie were not invited, nor were two of the other freshmen. The high school All-American prospect, Biff Chambers, was, however, and placed third in the freestyle, which was impressive as Alabama's best freestyle swimmer was a rising Olympic contender and had set a new national record in that event during qualifiers the same day. Needless to say, Biff made the varsity. Dolph and Donnie were on the list for the next road trip, which was at Florida the following week, and were both excited about competing for the first time.
The Florida Meet.
Nothing dramatic occurred during the Swimming Team's trip to the University of Florida. Donnie and Dolph finally got into an actual event, although neither of them placed. Coach Flippen commended both on improving their times over that of their best practices, saying something along the lines of: "I guess your competitive juices were flowing. But I expect your performances in practice to be about the same as any competitive event you swim in."
The highlight of the trip was Dolph and Donnie catching two of the Florida girl swimmers sixty-nining off in an alcove where they thought they were safe while their team was involved in the diving competition. They didn't disturb them, but watched them, neither of them masturbating, most likely because the other was standing alongside. The girls never knew they'd been noticed.
But on the team bus ride back to Athens when the bus stopped at a roadside cafeteria, Donnie had his first collegiate sexual experience when he and Dolph sat with two of the female swimmers from their school and Dolph couldn't contain himself, blurting out what they had seen to the two girls, Darci and Olivia.
"What!" Olivia said raising her voice so much that Darci held her hand over the other's mouth.
"Details," Darci demanded, and only then removed her hand.
"Well ..." Dolph began. "It was during the diving competition ..."
"They were in an alcove off to one side. I'm sure they thought no one would be able to see them," Donnie added.
"We, um, just watched. We, um, didn't ..."
"They never knew we were there," Donnie added again, filling in Dolph's omissions.
With her arousal evident on her flushed face, Olivia repeated Darci's earlier request for 'Details.'
"Really?" Donnie said, recognizing an opportunity when he saw it. "You want the juicy details?"
"YES!" both girls said simultaneously.
Donnie put an arm around each girl and drew them close. When Olivia balked at his obvious move, he said, "You want everyone in the cafeteria to listen in on us?"
Olivia quickly shook her head from side to side, and Donnie went on with his description of the two girls sixty-nining one another.
"I think we got there just before they did," he said. "There were no preliminaries that we saw ..."
"You mean they just did it?" Olivia asked, seemingly shocked.
"I mean there was no small talk at all. They ... um, just got to it."
Donnie noted that Olivia's flush had darkened considerably, and that Darci was squirming around in her chair trying to find a comfortable position, but not succeeding.
Dolph was hiding his erection, holding onto the menu after the server had requested it, saying he wanted to peruse other items for possible takeout.
