Small World 6

Tuesday

The next morning, Diane had calmed down, and George attempted to apologize when he saw her in the kitchen.

"She

knew

what time my classes were. I'm sure she talked to Carol and just had to come see you for herself. And then, once here, she was just irresistible, and

you

couldn't refuse her."

But obviously, Diane was still annoyed, so George listened to her rant for a couple of minutes, then said, "Well, again, I'm sorry. I've got to get to class."

"Please check on the air conditioner with the apartment manager on your way back after class."

"Right." He did, and the manager promised it would be fixed by the next day.

* * *

To his surprise, when he returned to the apartment after his classes, he found Stephanie stretched out on the sofa in a tank top and short jean shorts. Beads of sweat dotted her cleavage which she tried to dry up by fanning with a magazine.

"Not going to class?" George asked.

"My first afternoon class is cancelled, which sucks because it would have been nice to sit in an air-conditioned classroom."

"The manager said it'll be fixed by tomorrow."

"Yuck! Don't know if I can wait that long."

"You

could

go home."

With a grimace, Stephanie said, "No. Don't want to do that."

Her tone suggested to George that there was more to it than that, but he let it be. "Why don't you have your fan?"

"I forgot it in my room, and I'm too lazy to go get it."

They each had a portable fan that they moved around with them.

"Want me to get it for you?"

"That would be wonderful."

George got it, returned, and plugged it in next to the end table lamp. It was small so he held it pointed at her. Putting it down for a second, he took off his shirt.

"Well, that's not fair," Stephanie accused. But then, she removed her tank top, leaving her bra on.

"Whoa, what are you doing?"

"Just pretend I'm in a swimsuit."

But he couldn't help staring at the bra that seemed too small for her tits that bubbled out.

However, after only a minute, she said, "That helped a little. You?"

"Like you said, a little."

"What if we were to take off our pants, too? Diane is not here to have a fit."

"Is that what you want?"

"I will, if you will."

"Okay."

So, they both stood and slipped off their shorts, leaving him in his usual boxer briefs and her in bikini panties that were white nylon and somewhat see-through.

Continuing to fan herself with the magazine, Stephanie remarked, "Too hot to have all these clothes on."

"Yeah, I agree. You know what else might help? Ice."

George got up, went into the kitchen, and returned with a bowl of ice cubes. He held one over his chest and let the warmth of his hand melt it so little drops fell on his skin. "Ah."

"Drip some on me." She stuck her leg out and rested it in his lap.

That took him aback. Glancing at her crotch, he could vaguely see her pussy through her panties. Still, he did as she asked. As the cube gradually melted, she adjusted her leg, her foot leaning against his now hard cock.

Spreading her legs, she said, "Higher."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Picking up a fresh cube, he dripped water on her thigh.

"That feels good. Can you rub the ice cube on my leg."

With a shrug, George complied. He noticed her stick her mid-section out a bit, as though thrusting a little. That had her foot rubbing against his dick, which might have been intentional.

"It's even too hot for these panties." So, she took them off, revealing a shaved pussy. "You can, too, if you like."

"Why not?" And there they were, almost completely nude except for her bra with the sexual tension adding to the heat in the room.

Stephanie blatantly rubbed both feet against George's cock as he took another ice cube to her thigh.

"Forget the ice. Just use your finger."

He had a feeling where this was going, and he was content to have it go there. He'd also had a feeling that it was likely he and Stephanie would get together what with all the looks they had been giving one another since moving in. With his middle finger extended, he slid it directly into her pussy. She thrust her hips slightly to meet his finger pumping. She also started playing with her tits.

"Oh, your finger feels good." She was moaning in between saying that. "Would you like to eat my pussy?"

"That will generate heat."

"The good kind," Stephanie said with a grin.

George knelt on the floor and moved in for a taste. She continued moaning as his tongue worked.

"You're really good at that."

He was concentrating on her clit.

"Oh, yeah. Right there. I'm going to come." But it was not violent, rather a calm orgasm with just her eyes closed and a smile on her lips. After lying there for a minute enjoying the after effects, Stephanie sat up. "Not fair that I came, and you haven't." So, she pushed him to a sitting position, bent over and took his cock into her mouth. She was very gentle, licking tenderly, sucking softly.

For George, it was a new experience rather than the others who sucked as if there were no tomorrow. "I can't believe we're doing this," he mused.

"It's been a long time coming."

She was on hands and knees allowing him to reach out between her legs and play with her pussy. "You're really wet."

"Mmmm-hmmm," she hummed without taking her mouth from him. She also massaged his balls. Then she stopped to kneel on the floor. "Fuck my tits."

George had to stand to get into position as she wrapped her boobs around his dick. Sweat served as a lube. Though nice, her tits weren't as big as the older women he'd been with, nor did she seem as passionate as they were. That was not to say this was not fun.

"Ever since I saw your cock yesterday, I knew I had to have it," Stephanie explained. So, will you give it to me?" Without waiting for his response, she pushed him to sit back down where she straddled his hips and fed his dick into her still wet pussy. "Oh, yes," she cried as she descended on it.

She mashed her tits against his face as she slowly moved up and down. But again, there was no urgency. She was content to do everything slowly, and George realized that slowness was not bad.

After a few minutes, she rolled onto her back on the sofa, pulling him along. George knelt between her legs and playfully slapped his cock against her pussy.

Stephanie chuckled, but urged, "Don't tease me. Shove that cock back inside me. I've waited long enough." As he pumped, she pulled his face to hers for them to kiss. It was soft and tender, as everything else had been.

George pumped slowly, having perceived she was in no hurry and that's how she wanted it. Recalling his thinking yesterday with Rachel regarding older women versus the younger ones, he wondered if this moderate pace was characteristic of girls this age, or just this one.

"Mmmm, yes. Just like that. Nice and easy. I'm going to come again."

And as she did, George wryly thought that climax for her was almost anti-climactic. But the look on her face was pure contentment, as though she was soaking in a warm bath. Although, her moaning did intensify slightly. "You can keep going, but don't come inside me."

It didn't take much more thrusting for him to feel the churning in his balls. He expected this to be a mild orgasm because of Stephanie's laid-back demeanor, and sure enough, when he pulled out to stroke himself the rest of the way, his cum spurted out rather than blasted. Still, it was satisfying and covered her belly in cream.

"Oh,

fuck!

Not you,

too!"

Once again, Diane appeared at the most inopportune time.

"But—" Stephanie protested.

However, Diane stormed past them again slamming the door to her bedroom.

George and Stephanie regarded one another.

"Is she really that naive?" Stephanie rhetorically asked, sitting up. "I was going to suggest we go take a cold shower together to cool off, but I guess that's not a good idea."

* * *

Wednesday

George considered going home for a couple of days to let things calm down in the apartment. Perhaps without him around Stephanie could repair relations with Diane. But then, he just as quickly realized that there were four women in the condo building who would love for him to return, and how difficult would it be to resist them?

Was he becoming a sex addict? He didn't want to believe it, and he actually Googled the subject. Fortunately, he didn't seem to fit the description, which provided considerable relief. But that didn't really solve the immediate problem.

On the other hand, except for her mother—and then not so much—it shouldn't matter to Diane whom he had sex with, particularly since he had not been the one to initiate it anytime.

He saw Diane in the kitchen in the morning. Her stern expression said that she was still upset, so he only said, "Good morning."

"Morning," she mumbled with no emotion as though smacking her tongue to a nasty taste in her mouth. "They're supposed to fix the air conditioner this afternoon. They're not supposed to have to come into the apartment, but if they do someone has to be here, can you . . ."

"Yes."

"So, you need to—"

"I get it." She was telling him not to fool around.

But as he left for his first class, Stephanie caught up with him, and they walked together.

"Diane still pissed at you?"

Stephanie shrugged. "I don't know. She's not ignoring me, but neither is she being overly friendly."

"Mmmm." Georges then told her what Diane told him about the A/C repair.

"Yeah. About that. Yesterday was fun, but I'm not looking for a relationship. We were there for each other and—"

"I get it. I'm not looking for a relationship either."

"I'm not saying we can't have another afternoon like yesterday—if you want to, but—"

"I get it," George reiterated. "Roommates with occasional benefits."

Stephanie chuckled. "Yeah. I like that."

* * *

George tried to forget all of that and concentrate on his classes, particularly his last of the day, his math class that was particularly trying. But to his surprise, he thought he actually understood it.

A girl in the class was walking out behind him, and casually asked, "Did you understand all of that?"

"Yeah, most of it."

"What's the point of all of that? I'll never use equations like that in real life. Hell, that's what computers are for." She held up her phone. "Hell, there's probably an app for that."

Yeah," George agreed. "Not unless you go into a field that requires it, like rocket science. And then, they probably rely on the computers, anyway."

"Not planning on rocket science as a major."

"The purpose is to teach you to think. You have to think about how to solve the equations."

"I can get the answer my own way."

"But you have to think about how to do it

their

way."

"I have to think to get the answer my own way. How do you know that?"

"I think I read it somewhere. In a

comic

book."

They both laughed, and George suddenly realized she was following him. "Where are you headed?"

"I live in that apartment complex." She pointed ahead.

"So, do I."

After a few more steps, she asked, "If you have a few minutes, could you explain the problem in class today. I really need to pass this class. You can come to my apartment. I'm Jessica, by the way."

They stopped to shake hands.

"I'm George. I could try to explain it, but you might not be any better off than you are now."

"Anything would be helpful."

"Okay, but we need to go to my apartment. They're working on the A/C, and someone has to be there."

"No problem."

But when they arrived, there was a note on the door from the manager advising that the air conditioner was fixed, they did have to go inside, but the manager accompanied the technicians. When they entered, it was gloriously cool.

"Ah, that feels nice," George remarked.

Jessica merely followed George as he dropped his backpack on a dining table chair. The table itself was littered with books and papers.

"Hmmm, no space here to work," he noted.

She went to the living area and sat on the floor between the sofa and coffee table. Her legs were under the table, and she used the table to spread out her book. "This is where I usually work in my apartment, anyway."

"That'll work." As George moved into position to sit beside her, he noted her short skirt, which she had arranged to cover as much of her leg as it would, and a tank top that showed off some nice, appropriate-sized breasts. She was braless as evidenced by the imprint of her nipples. She was of average build, neither chubby nor trim, and he tried to overlook her attractiveness and concentrate to the task at hand.

They spent an hour with him writing out each step of solving the equation, which she seemed to follow intently and claimed to understand.

Finally, she asked, "Can we take a break for a few minutes? We've been at this for a while."

"Sure."

They pulled themselves up to sit on the sofa.

"You're pretty smart," Jessica complimented. "I really appreciate your help. I think I'm actually getting it."

George shrugged. "They say the best way to learn is to teach."

"Did you read that in a comic book also?"

"Probably. But for some strange reason, I seem to have a knack for numbers." He couldn't help noticing that her nipples seemed to be more pronounced against the material of her tank top.

"I haven't seen you around campus much," Jessica said.

"Yeah, I keep to myself. I use my spare time to study and relax."

"All work and no play?" She patted his leg close to his knee. That should have been his first clue.

"Probably not enough play."

"That's a shame because you look like you could really be playful."

George wasn't so stupid that he couldn't tell that she was coming on to him. And she was attractive. And his dick was filling whatever space was available in his pants.

Jessica noticed and her eyes widened. "So, you're good with numbers? This looks like a pretty big number." Slowly and casually, she ran her hand across his lap and over his hard cock. Fortunately, in so doing, she moved it to a more comfortable position.

As time wore on, George always found it difficult to ignore a woman touching his cock.

"It's a shame we're studying algebra and not geometry."

"Oh, why is that?"

"Because I could teach you all about volume."

"Is that so? What do you know about volume?"

"I can explain, but I need an instructional aid." She undid his pants enough to expose his cock. "For example, I can show you how to fit this volume—" she licked the length of his shaft "—into this space." She opened her mouth and slid it down his rod. She did it slowly with no hands, and looking up at him as she moved her face up and down. Then she paused to pull his pants and underwear down to his ankles. After a couple more sucks, she remarked, "Wow! That's some volume."

"And your explanation is very good."

"Would you like to know more?"

He smirked. "I'm all ears."

"You're definitely all

something,

but not ears!" She was an ace, and one thing that made her seem different than all the others was that she wasn't using her hands.

With his dick in her mouth, he felt comfortable reaching out to caress her boobs. "Talk about volume."

Giggling, Jessica slid the straps off her shoulders and peeled her top down below her tits. They sprang free. "Here's another volume experiment." She took his hands and placed them over her breasts. "What do you think?"

His hands perfectly covered the round orbs. "You know what they say: anything more than a handful is wasted."

"More comic book wisdom? But no waste here." She went back to sucking him. She tried to get him down her throat, but he was too big. "Sorry. Too much volume to go there."

"No worries."

"I love a big dick."

"Lucky for me I have one."

"No. Lucky for

me.

Ready to see where else this volume can fit?"

"Absolutely."

Slowly, Jessica stood, and turned around. She undid her skirt, allowing it to fall to the floor, and then pushed her panties down far enough for gravity to take over. With her shapely ass in his face, George placed his palms on both cheeks.

"More than a handful," Jessica commented.

"But definitely not a waste." He kissed the dimple above the crack of her ass.

Then she reached around, and using her hands, she spread her buttocks, her pink anus winking at him. Driven only by sudden desire, George leaned in and licked the length of her crack, including that puckered hole.

"Ooh, you naughty boy. I

love

it!"

So, George stood, stepped out of his shoes, pants, and underwear, and then removed his shirt, rendering him completely naked, as Jessica already was. He slumped her down on the sofa, spread her legs, knelt, and went down on her.

"Mmmm, algebra isn't all you're good at," she purred.

George shoved two fingers into her hole, finger fucking as he tongued her.

She moaned and whined continuously, then held her legs up in the air to spread them more. "I'm ready for the ultimate volume test," she announced. Rising, she sat him down, slouched similarly as he had been with his hard cock standing straight up. She quickly straddled his lap and impaled herself with minimal assistance from her hand.

"Oh, that's so good! That huge cock really fills me. Just what I needed."

"You feel good, too."

George sat up, holding onto her as she bounced up and down rapidly, disproving his theory of older women liking it fast and younger wanting it slower. She leaned in for an unexpected kiss. He felt this was just going to be a fuck of convenience and not anything personal. But even though there was no romantic attachment, he liked to kiss during sex. It seemed to go hand in hand.

He leaned in to latch onto her bouncing nipples, and she assisted by slowing her bouncing. She rotated her hips around to make sure he touched everywhere inside her. She also changed up her pace from fast and furious, to slow and leisurely. And then, she dove for the free part of the sofa into a frog-like position with her ass up in the air.

George was certain he knew what she wanted, and so, he moved behind her and reentered. She issued constant commentary on what she was feeling and enjoying. Her asshole was staring at him, so he drooled some saliva on it and rubbed it around with his finger, eventually forcing his fingertip in.

"Ooh!" she yelped but didn't ask him to remove it.

When his dick popped out from pulling back too much, Jessica rolled over onto her back for him to do her missionary. He loved this basic position because it allowed him to gaze into his partner's eyes. He always saw something different, and in her there was a drunken look suggesting she was totally into what they were doing. He leaned in for another kiss, which she willingly allowed. When he was upright again, she reached down to rub her pussy.

"Oh, you're so good," she whined. "Fuck me, fuck me,

fuck

me!"

He took that to mean she wanted it rough, so he became a pile driver, slamming his cock into her. It was good the air-conditioner was working again. He was working up a sweat even with it on.

And then, her moans became louder, her head thrashed, and her body trembled. "I'm fucking

coming!"

She shivered and tensed and spasmed. Perspiration appeared in her cleavage, and he'd never in his brief but expansive sex life had another woman go through such gyrations. And then, she was still, but breathing heavily.

"Fuck!

That was

amazing!

I've never come so hard. That big fucking cock is

magic!"

It was heady to hear her rave about their sex, but in his experience, sexual or otherwise, people who over-boasted, over-complimented, or just over-stated were doing just that: over-doing.

But at least for him she was a good fuck and he felt that burning in his urethra. "I'm going to come!"