Author's note: This is a pretty tame and downright clichΓ© story to introduce. But I had to write about the summer in college that was literally the hottest, and one of the most sex filled you could imagine. I will be submitting a few more stories from the same summer, but I had to start somewhere. I hope you enjoy. And please comment.
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One summer in college, I shared an apartment with two brunettes and a redhead. {I thought about writing the story with a blonde, a brunette, and a redhead, but it would have lost some authenticity.} Truly, one of the brunettes was my girlfriend. Jill was tall, with long curly hair, and amazing breasts. The other two were her best friends from class. Missy, a curvaceous party girl, had long curly red hair, with blue eyes and freckles to match. And Liz was a petite athlete with smaller tits, but a great ass and runner's legs.
The apartment was pretty shitty, since it was college housing. It was a three bedroom, with a tiny kitchen, and no air conditioning. The lack of air conditioning really sucked, given that it was the hottest summer we'd ever experienced. The only upside was that we all dressed pretty minimally, trying to stay cool. The girls got pretty used to me hanging around shirtless, in my lacrosse shorts. And I had the pleasure of them wearing daisy-duke cut-offs and bikini tops constantly. Each of us had a part time job, and one or two summer classes. But there was a lot of time spent lounging around, and the usual college partying.
Jill and I were screwing like jack-rabbits, given our steady relationship. Some weekend days we'd do it seven or eight times, easy. Missy was totally single, and Liz had a boy friend from high-school who still lived back home. Every once in a while Missy would hook up with somebody, but she was far from a slut. And Liz marveled at the frequency of other's sexual escapades, playing the innocent card. But she was actually quite the horny nympho type, and probably jealous.
We had our share of close calls, and plenty of temptation. Every time I crossed paths with one of the towel-clad girls on the way in or out of the only bathroom, my mind raced to the gutter. Jill and I were fucking so often, it wasn't unusual for one of the other girls to walk in on us.
One night, Jill, Missy and I were sitting around getting the scoop on Missy's latest date. She was insisting that she had only given him a blowjob, but hadn't yet had sex with him. We argued that she was lying; not believing anyone would stop there.
"...But, you didn't want to fuck him?" Jill asked with a strong tone of skepticism.
"I do. But, not just yet." Missy replied. "I think he was OK with a blowjob though. Believe me!"
I had been quiet for a minute, but decided to chime in, "I'd be OK with a blowjob."
"Shut up. Like you don't get it enough," Jill cut me off.
"I do. But, I never get blowjobs," I argued.
The fact was, even though Jill and I had tons of sex, we had very little oral sex. It was almost like we didn't want to take the time. Crazy, looking back. I know.
"Whatever!" Jill tried to deflect.
"Wait. Wait. What?" Missy asked curiously.
"I never get blowjobs. I can't remember the last time," I replied, honestly.
"Are you kidding?" Missy asked in disbelief. Her question directed at Jill, not me.
"Shut up. Don't listen to him," Jill insisted.
Missy looked at me, and the look on my face must have said it all. She crossed the room, and pushed her way onto the couch, next to Jill. She curled her legs up underneath her, like she was getting ready to listen to a campfire ghost story.
"Soooo....why won't you suck his dick?" she eagerly quizzed.
Jill sighed, relenting, "I don't know. I do......just not very often."
"Do you not like it?" Missy was like a little kid, with never ending questions.
"I don't know.....It's OK." Jill replied, "Obviously not as much as you!"
At this point, it was pure entertainment value for me. Admittedly, the subject was giving me a stiffy. But I was also purely entertained by my usually sex crazed girlfriend seeming prudish, and on the defensive.
"I do like it." Missy said. "Are you grossed out by it or something?"
"No."
"Well, what then? ...Blow jobs are fun. The guy likes it, and you can do it whenever."
"I dunno....maaaaybeee...," Jill hesitated, "...I don't think I'm very good at it. So I'd rather do other stuff."
"What?!" Missy shouted, "That's no excuse....how can you not be good at it?" Looking at me, "You don't think she's good?"
"Whoa. I never said that."
We all sat quiet for a second. And then Missy very matter of fact announced, "Well, there's only one way to get better..."
"That's what I'm talking about!" My response earned me a swat from Jill.
"Seriously," Missy insisted.
"No. I don't know what I'm doing." Jill said, looking for an excuse.