Once again, thank you for the comments and feedback. You guys have really motivated me to jot down my thoughts. A special thank you goes out to Azrael, who took the time to edit my work (despite the fact that I think Ugg boots and sorority posers are hot). You showed me how to get a little more "hardcore." Thank you also to Rockcrawler and Company. Your life is a continual inspiration. There is some plot here so, if you haven't read the first seventeen stories you might want to start there. Feel free to send me your thoughts. I will respond. I'd love to hear where you think this should go next. Don't forget to vote. Enjoy.
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Rapp, rapp, rapp.
I was shaken from my sleep by three sharp knocks at my front door. I had been tossing and turning for the last couple of hours. Just when I was finally drifting off someone decided to wake me. Bastard. Screw them! I pulled my blankets over my head and tried to power my way back to dreamland.
Rapp, rapp, rapp.
Dammit! Whoever was pounding on my door wasn't going away! I yelled, "Hold on!" despite really hoping that the mystery knocker would just fuck off. The electric red numbers of my alarm clock told me that it was 2:17 a.m. While, I was usually up at this obnoxious hour, I had gone to bed fairly early. I was still recovering from the hell of finals week. I think I had only been running on will and Mountain Dew. Sleep was so good. I threw back my covers, pulled on a shirt, and stumbled to the living room in my boxers.
My brain hadn't done enough work yet to figure out who had woken me from my slumber. Jessica? Nah, she was busy with her girlfriends and she always called first. Sarah had already left town. I couldn't think of anyone else I knew who would just drop by, especially at this late hour. Maybe it was the police? Had I illegally parked? Could something be wrong?
I put these thoughts aside and just concentrated on crossing the room. I was too clogged up by sleep to really give a shit anyway. I opened my door and rubbed my eyes. It took a moment to focus; then my jaw dropped. On the other side, standing in the hallway outside my apartment, were Taryn and Roxy. They were both clutching themselves, a little rosy from the cold. Taryn smiled sand said, "Hello Professor. I know it is late. I hope we didn't wake you. Can we come in?" She batted her eyelashes at me and my sleepy heart just melted.
These two ladies were the last two people I would have expected to find on my doorstep. I had known Taryn for a couple months now. Ever since she gave me a "helping hand" in the restroom of a girl's dormitory, we had been fuck buddies. She had blown me in my grad student office and I had fucked her over the check-out counter where she worked.
I met Roxy the day before when I showed up to see if Taryn was down for another booty call. I felt a heat, a charisma, when I met Roxy at the clothing store. I was immediately smitten; while very attractive, there was something about this new woman. Her tattoos, piercings, and cyber-dreads gave her a definite edge. To me Roxy was exotic, a potential lover the likes of which I had never known before. Would she tear me up? Would she be as fierce in bed as I hoped?
Taryn and I had talked about Roxy while fucking in the back of the store where they both worked. We were screwing with passionate and unmitigated volume, and I am sure that Roxy could hear us with crystal clarity. Hell, Roxy, as Taryn pointed out later, probably had her ear pressed to the store room door.
While blowing me, Taryn asked, point blank, if I would want to fuck Roxy. I could only answer yes. A little later, Roxy had walked in on Taryn and me when we were furiously humping at the brink of orgasm. She watched as I shot my spunk inside of Taryn. While Roxy didn't rip off her clothes and join in, I could tell that she was excited by the visual. That excitement was a fucking shot to my heart. After Roxy left us alone to clean up our mess, Taryn told me that they were sisters, fraternal twins in fact. Fucking amazing! Taryn's words kept coming back to me. I couldn't get all those questions Taryn asked me out of my head. What was Taryn
really
saying? My mind started turning then, and never stoppedβ¦.
"Ummm, yeah. Wow, ladies," I said, trying to get a handle on the situation. I rubbed my hand through my hair and scratched my head. The physical sensation helped to shake off the sleep. "Sure you guys can come inside," I said, standing aside to let them in. I could feel the bite of the winter air as I held open the door. The two women filed passed, shaking off a thin coating of snow. Still bleary eyed from sleep, I closed the door behind them.
Taryn was wearing a heavy red parka and tight blue jeans. The pants, which looked like they could have been spray painted on, showed off her long, gorgeous legs. For a moment, I remembered how they felt wrapped around my head as I was feasting on the delightful pussy in the middle. Taryn unzipped the parka and revealed a sky blue halter with an "Invader Zim" logo emblazoned on the front. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Her youthful, perky tits hung on her thin frame without the slightest hint of sag. Taryn completed the outfit with navy, high-top Converse sneakers. Her hair was pulled back into two pigtail braids that would be perfect to tug, given the proper situation.
Roxy sported a much harder look. She seemed like a woman who lived for the night. I totally dug her nose stud, eyebrow piercing, and lip ring. Her thick coating of dark eyeliner, accented her pale skin. Roxy had been wearing an old, baggy, olive army jacket, which she took off as soon as she entered the door. Underneath, was an outfit that made me instantly spring a hard-on.
My eyes fells to floor and I let them pan upward, slowly taking in every inch of Roxy. She was wearing black combat boots that accentuated the toned muscles in her calves. Horizontally striped black and green stockings encased her perfect legs up to mid-thigh. I could see a couple inches of smooth, alabaster skin before a black, pleated micro-skirt with white trim took over. Roxy was wearing an unzipped hoodie over a black leather corset that stitched and tied up the front. The top began just above her belly button, giving me an unrestricted view of her tight, toned stomach. The front of the corset was scooped, offering me a potently, seductive view. Roxy's small breasts were pushed up deliciously by the wonders of leather engineering. Around her neck was a thin black choker that emphasized and slightly covered a Celtic knot tattoo. Dark brown hair, with neon, synthetic dreads fell loosely to her shoulders. In the aggregate, Roxy was a sinner's dark wet dream, a deeply fuck-worthy wench of the night.
The two women stood just inside my living room. Taryn, who was grinning broadly as if she was the key player in some inside joke, stood up straight with her hands on her hips. Roxy, who seemed a little dour or perhaps bitter, had her right leg slightly to the side, her slender waist cocked in a jaunty calm. While their clothing styles varied (one preppy, the other Goth-esque), I could identify a family resemblance. Beneath the exterior, I could see that they were fraternal twins. Sure there were some differences. Taryn had bigger tits but a flatter ass. Roxy's skin was peppered with adorable freckles. I think she also had an extra inch on Taryn (though it could have been the shoes). But in the end, both sisters were tall, thin, brown-haired beauties. Their athleticism seemed to be a family habit. They also shared a confidence, an I-don't-give-a-flying-fuck attitude that was ultra-sexy. Taryn and Roxy seemed comfortable in their own skins, perhaps the most attractive trait for any woman to possess.
I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and cracked my neck. "What time is it? I am not used to entertaining guests so late."
Taryn quickly retorted, "That's not what I remember. As I recall you kept those two sluts in my dorm entertained all night. None of us got any sleep."
I squinted; these ladies had energy. "But I was the guest. Shannon and Jessica were entertaining me," I said with a smile.
"True," Taryn said, laughing. "Sometimes Professor, you are way too dirty for your own good."
"Oh?" I replied, cocking an eyebrow. "Is that why you felt the need to clean me up?"
Taryn blushed.
I had a pretty good idea where this conversation was headed. A couple of months ago I would have never dreamed of seeing two ladies, at my door in the middle of the night dressed up for sin, fun, and debauchery. Jessica had changed all that. Now, such occurrences, were no longer oddities. I could deal with them; they were almost commonplace. I asked, hoping that I was somewhat smooth, "What can I do for you ladies?" I said.
Taryn looked at Roxy, grinning mischievously. Roxy shook her head and rolled her eyes. Taryn then looked back at me and said, "Professor, we were hoping you could help us settle a debt?"
My face fell. "Ummm, I'm not sureβ¦" I said my voice trailing off. Shit, I did not want to get involved in money issues. A grade was one thing; money was quite another. The conversation seemed to be going down a bad path.