Four Erotic Tales (4 page)

Still, I must have been doing well enough; her nipples rose (I reached up and caressed and pinched at them with my free hand), her groans grew deeper, and her whole lower body seemed to be turning bright red as the blood flowed into her pelvis. She began to rock against my mouth — subtly, so as not to dislodge my finger, I guessed — and I knew based on the previous night’s exploits that she was getting close.

I tried pressing further in to her cunt, making slow headway.
How the hell am I going to get my cock in here?

Suddenly, Bridget resumed her drunken-sailor impression, spewing four-letter words and thrashing — but continuing, thankfully, to breathe. She let loose a high-pitched note and shuddered; her cunt pulsed around my invading finger and, as the muscles alternately squeezed and relaxed, my finger finally slid all of the way in to her. “Oh. Ken. Oh. Fucking shit.”

My free hand began to yank open my belt and fly. Gingerly, I removed my finger. When she whimpered, I kissed her clit again, and the whimper became a deep, incredibly sexy moan.

My cock sprang free and I looked at the sticky, open cunt before me. Fuck. I wanted to. How could I not?
But…?

Pulling the condom from my pocket and pushing my jeans down around my thighs, I kissed my way back up her body — not quite as languidly this time, but making sure to take a nip at each nipple and a long lick up her sweaty neck. As I kissed my way up her chin, my steel-stiff cock slid up along the length of her open vulva. Didn’t plan it, but as I kissed Bridget, my head grazed by her clit, and so the eyes that beheld me when I pushed back were sultry and bedroom-y in the extreme. “Hi,” I said.

“Hi,” she answered, sounding incredibly relaxed.

“Feel good?”

“Fuck yes.”

I couldn’t keep from grinning. “Glad. Finger didn’t hurt, did it?”

“Nope.” She grinned back at me.

“Bridget?”

“Uh-huh.”

I rocked my hips so that my cock slid back down the length of her labia, then slowly back up. “Can you help me feel good too?”

Her eyes opened all of the way, and some of the old fear flashed back, but there was a determined look of trust as well. She nodded.

I continued to grind my erection against her. “Coming in your hand felt so good.”

She smiled almost shyly.

“But Bridget?”

The smile froze, but the trust remained.

“I would really love to come inside of you.”

“Oh.”

“Only if you’re…” I had to stop grinding against her. “I… we could do that in your mouth, if that was okay.” I ran my sticky finger along her lips.

She shivered and turned her face away from me.

“Um. Bridget — “

She threw her legs around my hips and pulled me tight. Rocked her cunt up and down the length of me.

“Okay! Wow! Uh, just let me put on the rubber.”

Bridget looked back at me, face now pulled between so many conflicting emotions it was blank. “Can I… help?”

Leaning down to kiss her, I chuckled and said, “I’d love that. Thanks.” I slid my hand along the long, smooth thigh over my left hip. “Um. Think you could — ?”

“Oh,” she said. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be.”

I looked down at her. I had Bridget naked beneath me — gloriously naked — and she was going to
help
me put on a fucking condom, and we were going to
fuck.
Fuck, yes!

I gave her another quick smooch, sat back on my haunches, and tore open the foil wrapper of the rubber. Her feet still hooked over my calves, Bridget looked at the thin latex as if it might leap from my hand and bite her.

I showed her how to tell which side was the right one to place over the head of the cock, and then took her hand and placed it over the rolled rubber. Then, together, we smoothed that latex down over my very happy hard-on. “
Fuck
, Bridget,” I gasped. “Feels
so
good.” Mostly because it knew it was about to feel even better.

She lay back again. Turned her face away from me again.

But her nipples poked skyward, and her labia were spread wide, revealing the thin ring of flesh that I was about to destroy. Holding my cock in my hand as if it were an attack dog I was trying to leash in.

Still grasping me cock by the root, I leaned down, pressing my body to hers, and kissed the ear that was facing me, whispering, “Thank you, Bridget. Thank you.”

I began to line myself up with her cunt — something I’d never had to do without Dana’s help before. How hard was I going to have to push? How much was it going to hurt her? I had no idea.

Fuck it
, I thought, and began to press in. I could feel her lips part to let me in, could feel, even through the latex, my head beginning to stretch the slippery membrane of her hymen.

“Jesus,” hissed Bridget, “Jesus,
Jesus
— “

“
BRIDGET!
” barked a voice from doorway. I flipped off of Bridget, madly trying to close away my rubber-clad erection. It was Bridget’s roommate Kathy. “
YOU!
” she snarled. Kathy. The roommate who didn’t like me. “
What do you think you’re — ?”

“I… it wasn’t, Kathy, we — “ Bridget had somehow transported herself to the opposite side of the room; she was now wearing a fluffy pink dressing gown. “Aren’t you supposed to be a wedding?”

“Groom ran off with the maid of honor,” growled Kathy, scowling straight at me.

“Ken…” said Bridget, though she was staring at her roomie, looking utterly embarrassed, a feeling I could sympathize with. “Ken…?”

“No,” I grunted, finally closing my zipper. “I’m sorry, Kathy.” I turned to Bridget. “I’m sorry, Bridget. See you at rehearsal.”

As I turned to open the door, I saw Bridget frown, but she didn’t say anything.

I pulled closed the door behind me, biting down a moan. Stuffing my hands in my pockets, I made my way one more time down that damned hallway.

“Ken?”

I blinked over toward the voice; it was the RA, who was leaning once again against her doorframe. “Uh — ?”

She smirked. “I… heard Bridget say your name just now. Pretty loud. Several times. Good thing it’s Friday — everyone’s gone.”

“Uh…” She seemed nice enough, if a bit intimidating for a short, well-rounded woman. But in that moment, I was already thoroughly humiliated; all I wanted to do was run back to the bathroom (why was there a men’s room on a women’s floor?), whack off in peace and quiet, and go home.

The RA took a step into the hall, blocking my escape. “Margarita. The kids call me Cuervo. Very clever.” She smiled and held out her hand. “Co-term senior.”

It wasn’t until I shook her hand that I realized that my hand was still sticky; my face probably was too.
Shit.

“Listen, Ken, I’m sure you’ve got, uh, things you need to do,” she said, her smirk still firmly in place, “but can I talk to you for a second?”

She gestured in to her room.

Not feeling as if I could say no, I shuffled in. My hard-on, though half-mast, was still aching. I tried to ignore it. Prayed Margarita the RA would ignore it.

I was surprised when she closed the door. “Nothing official. And you’re not in trouble, I promise.”

“Uh. Okay?”

She walked past me and sat on the corner of her desk, which was overflowing with what looked like psychology textbooks. A bottle of the liquor that had inspired her nickname stood, open and half-full, next to what looked like a bowl full of condoms.
Nice RA
, I thought. “So, I have two things that I feel like I need to apologize to you for.”

“Apologize?” That surprised me too. “What for?”

“Well,” she said sheepishly, “I should have kept Kathy from going straight in. I knew you and Bridget were up to… something, and that none of you were going to enjoy the interruption.”

“Not your fault,” I grumbled.

“Nonetheless,” said Margarita, called Cuervo, “I’m sorry.”

“No problem.”

“Yeah, well, the other thing — I wish I’d told you about Bridget.”

I screwed up my face. “Told me? Told me what?”

“Bridget is the sweetest person I know, okay?” Margarita’s dark eyes searched mine.

I nodded.

She nodded back. “But sexually, she’s…”

“Well, I know she’s a virgin.” I shrugged. “And I know that’s hard for her, with the whole Catholic thing.”

“Whoa, there, Ken — trust me here, I know the ‘whole Catholic thing.’ And even for a good — a
really
good Catholic girl, Bridget’s a case.” When I only frowned, she continued, looking vaguely uncomfortable. “Look, pardon my asking, but… Well, you said she’s a virgin, so I’m guessing you didn’t… engage in… full sexual intercourse tonight?”

I shook my head, trying not to feel sorry for myself.

“But,” she said, searching my eyes again, “you thought you were going to.”

“Uh, yeah. We almost did, but Kathy — “

“It wasn’t going to happen, Ken. Probably not, at least.”

“What the hell does that mean?” I snapped. “I was… I mean, we were… really close.”

“So I heard,” said Margarita, the humor re-emerging.

“Uh.” Suddenly all of the blood in my body seemed to be going into two places: my newly re-awakened erection and my face.

Margarita walked toward me, and put a hand on my shoulder. “Ken. You’re not… How do I say this? You’re, uh, not the first guy this year to walk out of Bridget’s room bent over at the waist, with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Not even the second.”

“What?”

She winced. “Three times — that I know off — some poor boy has gone into that room to relieve poor Bridget of her problem. Each one had himself between that girl’s legs, knocking at heaven’s door, and every time Bridget lost her nerve. Kicked ‘em out.”

“
Three?”

“Yup. Two of ‘em were in the dorm here, so they talked to me — separately. The other was really smitten with Bridget, brought her flowers for weeks. This was just before Christmas. She never opened the door. And Ken — once that’s happened, she can’t look them in the face again. Can’t talk to them. I’m going to guess that she goes to confession, does contrition, and is too embarrassed to talk to the guy. Girl must have a hymen like a brick wall and a conscience like a labyrinth.”

“Well… Shit.” The girl had had more sexual partners than I had — she just hadn’t actually fucked any of them. “My… friend, when I was trying to figure out what the hell was going on, he said she was waiting for me to… ravish her.”

“Huh,” Margarita said, canting her head to one side. “And what did you think of that?”

“I said it was fucked up — beginning your pardon.” Now, for some reason, I was beginning to feel angry. Angry with Bridget. Angry with myself. Angry with Tony, though I couldn’t think why. “If she didn’t want to give it to me, I sure as hell didn’t want to take it.”

“Good answer.” Margarita the RA smiled, and there was something in the smile that made me blink. “And no need to beg
my
pardon. I wanted to call you over as you were leaving last night, but I chickened out. And if I hadn’t it would have saved you some… difficulty.”

I shrugged, but that brilliant smile still had me transfixed.

“So,” she continued her hand trailing to my chest, “I’m sorry for that too. And because you’re cute, and you seem nice, and because you had sweet, pure Bridget screaming like a twenty-dollar
puta
, which I have to say none of the others managed to do, so you must have been doing something very nice for the girl…” Her hand began drifting down toward my stomach. “And because no one who can make a girl
that
happy should have to walk around with the case of blueballs you must have…” She tugged down my zipper. “I figured I could apologize by…” She pulled my once-more-hard cock out and stopped, staring at the rubber that it was still wearing. “Well. Will you look at that? You
are
a good boy, aren’t you, Ken? A real Boy Scout. You always come prepared.”

“Huh.”

“So, Ken, you don’t have a virgin fetish or anything, do you?”

It was hard to form words with those plump, strong fingers stroking my oft-disappointed manhood, but I managed this much: “Hell, no.”

“Good.” She stood on tiptoe and kissed me. She tasted of cinnamon gum and tequila. “So I was going to offer to give you a blowjob by way of apology, but I can’t say that I’m fond of the taste of rubber.”

“Huh.”

“So I’d like to make a bargain with you: if you can make lil’ ol’ Margarita scream anywhere near as loud as you got big ol’ Bridget to do tonight…” Squeezing my cock with one hand, she took my fingers in the other, brought them to her mouth, and sucked at them. Sucked away Bridget and frustration. “If you do that for me,
Ken
… then you can fuck lil’ ol’ me any way you want.” Gazing up at me, she shot me a grin that was purely wicked, and purely sexy.