Spoiler Alert: The following is a work of pornographic fiction. It is shallow on story and steep on sex. It contains graphic, dirty oral sex between consenting individuals over the age of 18. It does not contain deep characterization, long narratives, or a complicated plot. It is recommended that the reader decide what they are in the mood for before proceeding.
Henthorn College. Fall 1993.
They say Gemini's like all things oral, that they love anything to do with their mouth, lips, or tongue. It is said a Gemini can spend all day making out and oral sex is an ultimate turn-on. Brandi was a Gemini and in the first semester of her freshman year, she put that saying to the test.
Brandi grew up in a rural and sparsely populated area. There weren't many guys to choose from and none that were interested in her plain-Jane look or nerdy glasses. This, however, didn't stop her from being interested in men and sex. She wanted a boyfriend and found the idea of being sexually active exciting.
Brandi thought about sex a lot. She wondered what it was like to be naked with a man, to hold his cock and make it hard. Sometimes all it would take was a mere glimpse of a guy to trigger a sexy daydream. Her lustful imagination always included performing oral sex.
There was something about the dirty intimacy of sucking a man's dick that always turned her on. The strange body positions and constant movement of intercourse just didn't have the same appeal as a firm cock filling her mouth. The thought of being able to look up and see a guy's reactions or getting him to cum with just her mouth always got her hot.
Brandi chose to go to Henthorn College in part because of its large on-campus student body. She figured the odds were good that she could find some like-minded guys willing to scratch her horny itch.
She was assigned to a Co-Ed floor consisting of mostly freshmen. As luck would have it, there were two other Applied Science majors living there as well. Matt and Eric were longtime friends that had requested to be roommates.
It didn't take long for the three to become close. Being the same age, having the same classes, and living on the same floor meant they had identical schedules. Whether it was meal time, study time, or free time, they were always together.
Brandi found both guys attractive. Eric was smart and had a great sense of humor. Matt was tall with cute features but more reserved. His constant eye contact made her wonder if he was interested in being more than friends. Neither guy had a significant other. In fact, they didn't even have stories of one. This led Brandi to believe that they were both as sexually inexperienced as she was.
Weeks passed and Brandi became curious about her male friends. She started having sexual thoughts about them. She pondered if they were good kissers, what they might look like naked and what their cocks would feel like in her mouth. On a few occasions, she noticed a bulge in their pants and wondered if she might be the cause.
Eventually, her thoughts became fantasies. During one lecture, she watched Eric taking notes and imagined he was writing her a letter confessing how desperately he wanted her to give him a blow job. Another time she caught Matt staring at her. She hoped he was daydreaming about her wrapping her lips around his cock.
Her fantasies drove her to frequent masturbation. She would wake up so horny thinking about the two guys that she had to jill-off in the shower. Some days she would excuse herself to her room for the sole purpose of orgasm. Once, when they were in a three-hour lab, Eric made a threesome joke that got her so worked up she went to the bathroom to give herself release.
As her hormone-enriched desires went on she yearned for actual sexual contact. Both Eric and Matt seemed interested but neither made a move. She hoped this was due to the fact they were as new to this as she was.
Because all three were intimidated by the idea of frat parties and there were no over/under bars in town, they established weekend movie nights. Eric was a film aficionado and had rigged a VCR into an old VGA computer monitor and a small stereo receiver. This gave them better sound and picture than a standard television. It became a Friday night ritual to have dinner and then watch movies till all hours.
The third weekend of October was a long one. There were no classes scheduled for Monday and Tuesday, so many students, including Brandi's roommate, went home. Neither Brandi, Eric nor Matt had easy access to travel so they stayed in the dorm and stuck to their routine. They rented Poison Ivy starring Drew Barrymore from a local video store.
The movie started with fun banter and lively commentary from the group. When the first sexually charged scene came on, however, everyone froze. Their eyes stayed forward and no one made a sound in fear of drawing attention to themselves. The silence made the moment seem much longer than it was. The scene ended and the movie shifted back to the central plot, but the mood in the room had changed. There was a tension that wasn't usually there.
Before long the film came to another racy scene. Drew Barrymore was encouraging Tom Skerritt's sexual attention by rubbing her foot along his groin. The foreplay escalated, eventually leading to cunnilingus. The awkward group paralysis became stronger. Eric made a vain attempt to break the mood by saying, "I'm sure they use body doubles. The real actors didn't do that."
Matt mumbled in agreement, Brandi, however, didn't respond, she was lost in fascination. The on-screen depiction of oral sex had gotten her juices flowing. She started aching for carnal contact. She looked over at Matt and found him looking at her. Their eyes met and they exchanged a grin before returning their attention to the movie.
The penultimate sex scene was Drew and Tom fucking on the hood of a car in the rain. These images pushed the last of Brandi's buttons. She side-eyed the guys and found them fixated on the titillating on-screen action. They were as charged as she was, she knew it. The tension hung in the room until the movie ended. Matt tried to ground things by saying, "Not exactly a cinematic masterpiece."
"No, but it had some enjoyable parts," Brandi replied, trying desperately to appear more composed than she felt.
Eric stopped the player, hit the rewind button, and asked, "We have time for more. Anyone up for another?"
"Sure," Matt responded and went to the bookshelf that held Eric's personal collection.
Brandi bent over next to him. She used the pretense of browsing the selection to be inside Matt's personal space. She hoped he realized that they were kissing distance apart and make a move. She also knew Eric was getting a great view of her ass.
One of the cassettes was unlabeled. She pulled it off the shelf and asked, "What's this?"
She slid it from its sleeve to find the words 'Robin Head' on a handwritten label. She glanced up to find the guys looking nervous and embarrassed.
"Uh you don't want to watch that one," Eric responded.
"Why?"
There was a pause before Matt said, "It's a guy's movie."
"Like a porno?" Brandi countered, staring Matt directly in the face.
With an uneasy look, he gave her an acknowledging nod.
'Ok,' she thought. 'Is this for real? If these guys are into porn then maybe I can get them into me.' Covering her excitement with fake innocence she asked coyly, "What's it about?"
Matt looked at Eric letting him know that it was his tape and thus his responsibility to answer. Accepting that responsibility Eric looked up at the ceiling before saying, "It's about a guy that convinces rich girls to give blow jobs to guys with no money."
Brandi puckered and made a "Hmm" noise.
