Bouncing Bac

The night had been fitful, and I tossed and turned, not unpleasantly. When I woke up, I really wished Carmen had been there, but as I started to get my clothes ready for a run, I clicked on the video again. I couldn't keep the idiotic grin off my face as I struggled to pull on my shorts. Laughing to myself, I turned the video off and went to get a mile or two in.

I showered on my return, and just as I came into the room, the phone dinged again. It was another video file. Under it was another message. "Didn't send this one last night. Amy insisted I show you."

The video opened, and it was still them kissing. Amy pulled back and looked at the camera. "I want Mark to be here next time we kiss," she said, her voice a lusty, hoarse whisper. The camera flipped to Carmen. "I'm sure he'll find something for us to do," Carmen said. Amy moaned. "Sleep well, baby," she said, before the video stopped.

I got dressed in a daze before my phone pinged again. "What do you say, baby?"

"I'm in," I shot back immediately. "At least, if you are."

"Be kinda mean of me to send that and then not ask, wouldn't it?" Carmen said, throwing a devil emoji in there.

"Mean, but still hot AF," I replied.

"That's my guy. See you later." She was up early, I realized.

I got my things ready and made my way to the cafeteria for breakfast. I had almost forgotten as I walked through the door that Carmen had promised me she wouldn't wear a bra, but I didn't wait long before a vivid reminder.

Her eyes caught mine as I walked in, and a big grin spread across her face. It was early, as usual, and she'd chosen a corner seat. As I sat down across from her she gently pulled her heavy bust up with her hands and let her boobs slowly rest on the table. I took a sharp, deep breath as I watched the fabric of her t-shirt tighten around her tits, and she gave me a suddenly-aroused look that seemed pretty genuine. I watched her nipples slowly stiffen, pushing through the blue top as she chuckled.

"Morning, baby," she purred, her voice a bit lower and rougher than I was used to. "My eyes are up here, but I love the way you're staring that those big tits pushing their way through the top to say good morning to you," I groaned this time, and a yelp of laughter broke the spell. "Fuck," she whispered. "You really like these," she grinned. She sent them rolling across the table, and I bit my lip to keep more sounds from escaping.

"I'm doing that a LOT more often," she laughed. She dug into her food. I got up, and carefully walked to grab a bagel. When I sat down, she shrugged.

"Did you like the video?" Carmen said, grinning as she took a bite. I nodded. I'd at least processed that set of images and ideas well enough to be coherent in a discussion.

"Were you two serious?" I asked. Carmen leaned back, and only I seemed to notice the way her tits fell in her top, losing the support from the table. Carmen glanced around and took a deep breath.

"Yes," Carmen said firmly. "We would like you to hang out with us at least once." I took a deep breath. For some reason, part of my mind was telling me I should take time, push things through slowly. Big steps might backfire. The other part of my mind compared the voluptuous woman asking if I wanted to at least watch her make out with her roommate while I watched, and implying heavily that it was designed for us all to get something out of it. The latter part seemed to gag the first part.

"I'm in," I said. Carmen grinned.

"Just watching," Carmen added. "At least for now. I'm pretty open minded, but this is a big one. Amy really wants to see you squirm, too," she admitted. "I'm not opposed to the idea." I nodded and our hand met across the table. She blushed a bit and looked at her food. "This is crazy," she whispered.

"What is?" I asked, leaning forward.

"One, how fast, and how comfortable I am with you. Two, how easily you'll agree to any request I make when I get the girls on display," she teased. I laughed with her, and gripped her hand firmly.

"I'm not sure it's your boobs that made me agree," I told her warmly. She smiled back.

"They helped, right?" I laughed out loud again, nodding as I leaned back.

"Yeah, didn't hurt." I conceded.

We chatted the rest of the morning before class. We made our way through our day, with my only interruption in class a series of texts that went off rapid fire before I could get the phone off. The professor looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I held my hands up apologetically after I'd gotten it silenced.

After class (having already drawn the professor's attention), I checked the texts:

"OMG. You're going to let me make out with your girl?" Amy. Of course, I thought. I couldn't help but smile.

There were two gifs next, one of a cute kitten saying thank you, and another of two women making out. It was a small gif, so I couldn't pick out who it was. Then:

"Next step is both of us taking care of you!" and "OR you taking care of us!"

"Can Heather come if it's the last one?"

"I'm going to come regardless."

"Dude. These are pretty titillating. Why aren't you drooling and texting back."

"Never mind. Carm just texted you were in class. My bad, buddy. Can't wait to show off my skillz!"

I shook my head and almost made my way to Carmen's dorm. I was trying not to be too needy, but those texts somehow got me going. I sent her a response.

"Thanks for the images. Yeah, was in class. Appreciate your enthusiasm!"

"Ain't seen nothing yet," was the smug reply.

"Can't wait," I texted back.

"I know," followed by a gif of Han Solo. I'm not sure Amy appreciated the reference, but it made me laugh.

My chemistry lab wrapped up after far too long, and I scrolled through a text from Carmen. "Meet me in the theatre at 2 if you want a show," she said with a wink.

I grabbed a bite to eat in the cafeteria and scarfed it down. Then, I started heading to the theater. I'd never taken any classes there, but I'd seen a few shows. They were what you'd expect.

As I walked in, I started looking around. I ran into a young woman with long, blonde hair, down to the middle of her back. She was slim, and pretty. A slim, elegant, almost noble face, and a short sleeve shirt that showed off a rose tattoo on her right arm. She saw me and grinned.

"Hey. I've never seen you before. Can I help you?" I shrugged.

"I'm looking for Carmen. She said to meet her here," I responded. The blonde girl suddenly gave me a look up and down, and seriously undressed me with her eyes. It was invasive enough that I blushed.

"You're the new guy? Amy told me you were a decent fellow," she said. She walked slowly, almost languidly to me, and I had to return her stare with one of my own. She was tall, built a lot like Jen was. Her bust might have been a bit bigger, and I swallowed noisily before clearing my throat.

The blonde laughed. "Amy was right, you are too fucking cute. Damn. I owe her ten bucks." My confusion was apparent on my face as she pointed to the theatre's main entrance.

"Amy said I could probably just get a reaction by being a bit flirty and assertive. That cough was cute." I shook my head and thanked her as I walked into the stage area.

There were seven or eight people on stage, as well as someone I assumed was a professor. The older woman was talking to them clearly and loudly about positions on stage. My eyes scanned the room before I saw Carmen listening intently. As I focused on my girlfriend, I felt a slim arm on my waist. I turned immediately looking right into Amy's face. Her grin was funny, and I stifled a laugh, aware of how the sound would travel. She withdrew and punched me on the shoulder, motioning for me to sit down.

"She wants you to pay attention to her audition." Amy said. "I'm doing the same." We settled in and watched as all seven (one of them left to run lights, I thought I heard) began giving their audition. The body types were varied, and each woman had their own key or sound for the voice.

Carmen was the fifth woman to stand up and deliver the monologue. I listened intently, knowing next to nothing about acting, but she sounded flat, relative to the others. She moved around less, and while she seemed to know the lines, I couldn't help feel like the other women were better. I glanced at Amy, who for once was a complete stone faced human. No reading. I shrugged.

The other women finished, and the professor dismissed everyone. Amy and I stood, waiting for Carmen. Amy was unusually quiet until Carmen approached.

"Great job, babe!" Amy said, wrapping Carmen in a hug. Carmen smiled weakly as she felt Amy grip her. "Seriously. Knocked my socks off." I felt my eyes go wide and my mouth close tightly.

Carmen thanked Amy, then leaned up and kissed me on the cheek.

"What did you think, Mark?" she asked, her brown eyes looking at me intensely.

I'm still not sure I've had to make a more difficult call. I'd love to say I was noble, and decided to answer honestly no matter the influence, but I stood there for what felt like a minute (it was about three seconds, but still a pause, Amy told me later) before I took a deep breath.

"It wasn't the best." Carmen's eyes never faltered. "I don't know much about acting, but you didn't have the energy up there that a lot of the others did, and it seemed a bit flat."

Amy's eyes went wide as I spoke, and Carmen nodded. She held out her hand and I reached for it. She smiled and shook her head, looking instead at Amy.

"Ten fucking bucks," she said, laughing.

"You asshole!" Amy swore at me. "All you had to do was try to butter her up to get laid. Here's the perfect opportunity. She sucked up there. All you had to do was say she's great. Did Riley at least get you uncomfortable?"

I rolled my eyes at Amy as my girlfriend's roommate sent the bill over to Carmen. I nodded.

"Yeah, she aggressively undressed me with her eyes," I said.

"Good. Even day for cash then. For an asshole, you're a nice guy. It's very confusing." I just stood there, and Amy grinned.

"Best ten bucks I've lost," Amy said. "I'm going to track Riley down."

I glanced at Carmen who was grinning at me proudly.

"You bet on my integrity?" I asked, maybe even a bit annoyed.

"Yeah. But I bet you'd be honest. I was right. Do you know what honest boyfriends get?" she asked.

"What?" I replied. She heard the tinge of annoyance and pouted.

"Honest boyfriends get a girlfriend with more trust. And it looks like I'll have to trust you to give me just the right punishment, Mark." I do wish it hadn't worked. Well, part of me does. Even to this day, but the sound of her voice, and her eyes looking up at me had exactly the effect she wanted.

"Amy and I are free tonight," she added. "You did just pass her last test. Come on by." I kissed her gently on the cheek and then the lips.

"I do feel a bit bad," she conceded as she looked at me. "It was Amy's idea though!"

"Do you even act?" I asked as we started walking out.

"Nope. That's Amy's thing. She's actually really good. I can't wait to see her in this one."

"Was that even an audition?" I asked. Carmen nodded.

"Oh yeah. Not for the part Amy's already got, obviously. There were a few spots the director wanted to see more people for."

"What if you get cast?" I asked. Carmen shrugged.

"I'll turn it down. I don't need the notoriety. I just wanted to steal Amy's money," she said.

"What if I had lied?" I asked.

Carmen's smile dazzled me. "I know you better than that," she said reaching out to grab my hand. "And I hope you know now you can be honest with me."

"It does seem profitable," I agreed. Carmen sighed.

"I had that one coming," she allowed. I pulled her close and she nestled into my chest as we made our way toward her room. With every step I realized I could smell Carmen's hair, and a wide grin spread across my face. Soon we separated, holding hands as we walked across campus. As we got to the outside of her dorm, she turned suddenly.

"There's something I should tell you about me and Amy," Carmen blurted out. I nodded, waiting for the news.

"Okay," I asked.

"We have a stranger dynamic than we've let on," she began. "Amy and I have fooled around a bit." I thought about it for a minute, and shrugged. It was definitely hot, but we hadn't been dating that long.

"Heather's fine with just me and her having some fun, and according to Amy, she's fine with this, too." My eyes went wide a bit wide as realization hit.

"Oh," was all I could muster. Carmen smiled, and looked away awkwardly.

"You didn't realize we were hoping for.. oh," Carmen trailed off. I nodded.

"A bit more to process," I responded.

"Yeah. Sorry. We kinda thought you would have.. were you really just going to watch us? Perv." I laughed, and a lot of the tension melted away as Carmen thumped my arm. "Obviously, neither of us is going to be upset if you don't want to join in," she said. "It just sort of lined up with what we talked about, you know."

I nodded, unsure of what else to do. "It does," I admitted, remembering our talk about our fantasies. It hit me then that she'd done what I had only had as a fantasy, and went to some effort for it. The fact that it meant possibly playing with two hot young coeds didn't stave my libido.

"I'm in," I said after a moment. "And thank you." I leaned in and kissed her just behind her ear. Carmen sighed and I kept it up.

"Fucker, you found a spot," she grinned. "You're going to know all my weak points," she moaned. "I love it." We pulled apart, and Carmen looked at me hungrily.

"Can't believe Amy convinced me to share you," she growled. "Let's get inside," she urged.

"This was Amy's idea?" I asked. Carmen blushed.

"No," she confessed. "I wanted my guy to have two coeds," she said, her voice suddenly soft and maybe even wavering.

"And now?" I asked, pushing her a bit. She backed into me, letting her thigh rub against my crotch.

"Honestly?" she responded. "I wish he'd fuck me while Amy watched." My mouth went dry. I felt my hand crawl up her torso in the hall of her dormitory.

"Let's get into my room," she hissed, her breath shortening as we both felt our arousal spike. "Otherwise, I'm liable to let you feel me up in the hall," she added. The image was enough to make me groan, and we both quickly made our way to her room. She unlocked the door and opened it, and I was not prepared for the sight before me.

Carmen let me in first, and I barely registered the slow thud of the deadbolt to her dorm room locking behind me. I was distracted by Amy on her bed, staring at the door. She was wearing a bright pink tube top with "SLUT" emblazoned on the front in purple glitter. Her red hair framed a face that was somehow seemingly entranced, or at least distracted. I noticed the collar a split second after taking the scene in. A purple, shining collar around her neck had some writing on it that I could not read.

Her hands were between her lap, one holding her panties to the side while she toyed with a faintly buzzing vibrator at her slightly exposed sex. When she saw us, she sat up a bit straighter, but I noticed that she did not move the toy. As my eyes adjusted to the sight, I noticed Amy's nipples stretching out, almost through the fabric, and I finally remembered to breathe as Carmen brushed past me.

"She looks so good like that, doesn't she, Mark?" Carmen asked. I couldn't help but agree with a short "yes." My hand immediately reached for Carmen's.

Amy let out a whimper as Carmen pulled my hand up to her face and kissed my fingers gently. "I learned something about her after about a week of her watching me change. Amy's a voyeur. Heather puts on a show for her some nights, isn't that right, Amy?"

"Yes," Amy moaned, and the toy shifted slightly. I noticed Carmen gently let my hand drop before she walked over to Amy.

"Amy also has a bit of a submissive and exhibitionist streak," Carmen pointed out, though I had (after my brain cleared up) stumbled across the same conclusion. "When she's drunk, she talks a lot, and I couldn't help, lonely as I was, but take advantage. She actually approached me about it, isn't that right, Amy?" Amy nodded, her eyes fixed on Carmen.

"Yes, ma'am," Amy said softly. She moaned gently. Carmen glanced at Amy, and Amy's back stiffened.

"She is a great friend, but she's also a tremendous sex toy," Carmen told me, this time turning to ignore Amy. Amy grunted and Carmen sighed.

"Whose idea was it to add Mark to this little equation?" Carmen asked. Amy moaned and Carmen smiled at her. "You may play with one boob," she allowed. My eyes, already past a point I'd ever felt, managed to widen further.

"Thank you," Amy responded, her voice a husky breath as her free hand cupped and gently squeezed her left breast. It bent slightly under her caress. "It was mine, Carmen," Amy said. "I asked if you wanted Mark in here," she continued. Her hand at her breast grew more intense as she spoke, and she flicked the nipple with her finger.

"And why would you have suggested that?" Carmen asked coyly. The show they were putting on was a show. Part of me knew that. But seeing confident Amy so obviously ceding control of the conversation to Carmen was turning me on far more than I ever would have thought.

"Because I love to please you," Amy whispered. The toy shifted slightly, and Amy bucked. Carmen walked to the bed on sat on Amy's right. My girlfriend put her hand on Amy's thigh, and motioned with her hand to the other side of Amy.

"It might kill the mood a bit, but Amy and Heather have both agreed that you can have some fun with us tonight," Carmen said as she saw my hesitation. Amy nodded, biting her lip, and even in a more serious moment, I noticed that the toy stayed. "Amy's doing nothing without her consent, and I wouldn't ask her to. She can say 'no' to anything we do. Are you okay with that?" I nodded, hoping I understood everything I needed to. Carmen kissed Amy's neck, and Amy's eyes fluttered.

"Amy, are you still okay?" Carmen asked.

"Fuck... yesssss," Amy hissed. Her eyes met Carmen's and I saw just a flash of frustration, but it faded almost instantly.

"Are you okay, Mark?" Carmen asked. There was no sexual overtone, just a genuine question. At first, I wasn't sure. They had said just watching, and while I wasn't going much further, something about the situation seemed a bit more involved. That said, Amy seemed completely in control, and as she continued to use the vibrator, I noticed her squirming more and more. I was, it turns out, terribly turned on seeing a woman who had asked me to order her around get off on controlling her roommate.

"Yeah," I said. "As long as you two are."

Carmen grinned at me. "I'm fine." Her hand slid up and pulled Amy's hand away from her breast. Amy sighed as her breast shook under the top. Her breathing was short and staggered. The toy buzzed, a low humm as she slowly moved it. As I sat down on the other side of her Amy looked over to me. The confident, funny woman seemed so different with her wide eyes and demure posture. She kept her back straight only at Carmen's insistence. Carmen smiled. "It's a lot, I know," she whispered. "Thank you for being open to it." Carmen pushed her arm slightly across Amy. Sitting on Amy's left, the brunette seemed to be reaching for me, but her hand stopped at Amy's right breast. Amy's breath tightened in anticipation and held for a brief moment as Carmen's fingers gently traced the contour's of the redhead's tit through the obscene top.

"Oh fuck," Amy groaned. Carmen gently brushed, never squeezing, a teasing slide of her fingers over Amy's clothed flesh. "Dammit," Amy growled, but never moved, keeping the toy on her the whole time. Carmen's fingers stopped for a moment, then gently brushed the nipple poking through the fabric. Amy shuddered, and Carmen immediately released.