Team Spirit: Part 6

Team Spirit: Part 6 of 7

Christmas, and what comes after

By FinalStand. Listen to the ► Podcast at Explicit Novels.

You risk much for love, but you risk more by avoiding it.

 (Week Fourteen)

Our final game of the season was on the road against Montgomery, one of the top schools in the nation. We were underdogs but came ready for a fight. They started out the game scoring a touchdown on us and we couldn't seem to catch up. I started the third quarter. I got inside the twenty twice, but couldn't deliver and that left me feeling like crap.

We lost by fourteen in the end after a valiant but futile goal line stand in the final minute of the game. Morgan had the last series of downs and tossed one hell of a pass for forty yards, proving he was one of the best quarterbacks in the nation. Had the guy not been clobbered right after the catch it might have meant something. As it was we simply ran out of time. It was a long flight home.

(Monday)

Eleanor had missed class that day which was a bit odd. I had meant to call her but the day had turned hectic with all sort of last minute projects so I found myself knocking on the door more out of habit than anything else. Denise answered the door and gave me a crooked smile.

"Hey sport, what's shaking?" she asked.

"Is Eleanor in?" I responded.

"She's been sick all weekend long," she informed me. "She's probably not in the mood tonight."

"Can I see her?" I requested. Denise gave me another look, stood aside and let me in. Eleanor was in one of the comfy chairs drinking something that looked like coffee or tea. Her face lit up when I came in.

"Craig, I'm ill," she sniffled. I moved over to her. "Don't," she protested, "you'll get sick."

"I'll risk it," I insisted. "Now scoot over and let me sit down."

"There isn't any room," she protested.

"Then get up and you can sit in my lap," I ordered. Eleanor struggled to obey but when she sat down on me she leaned into me and sighed.

"Thanks," Eleanor sniffled again. She was resting her head on my shoulder. As I stroked her hair I noticed that Denise was looking us over. She gave me a smile and a wink. "Did you miss me today?" Eleanor asked.

"You weren't in class today?" I gasped. "I hadn't noticed." Eleanor responded by giving me a weak elbow to the ribs.

"You are a beast," she groused. I kissed her on the forehead and she wormed her way deeper into my arms.

"Can I get you some tea Craig?" Denise asked.

"Sure; with honey," I requested.

"Here you go," Denise said when she got back from the kitchen. It was warm and good. After a few sips Eleanor looked up at me.

"Do you want to go upstairs?" she inquired.

"Do you want me to carry you?" I responded. The look she gave me was priceless. We put our tea cups down and I hefted her light body up and headed upstairs.

"I'll go get our teas," I said when I had her tucked in. I was back quickly having refreshed Eleanor's cup. We sat back on the bed sipping our drinks in silence.

"I could get used to this," she said between nose drips. I handed her a tissue and she blew her nose. "God, I must look horrible."

"You look fine to me," I promised her. She remained quiet for a while.

"Why did you never ask to me to do ... things?" she whispered.

"Things?" I asked. She rubbed my crotch and I assumed she meant a blowjob.

"You never asked and I didn't want to rush anything. I figured we could get to that next year," I told her. "That implies a next year of course."

"You try and get away from me," she sniffled. "I'll hurt you."

"How did you get so feisty?" I asked. She didn't reply, just snuggled in and hugged me. I wrapped her up and slowly rocked her to sleep, getting her cup from her drooping hand. I woke up in the morning with a bit of a back ache from my sleeping position, but it was worth it.

(Thursday)

I was crawling through the library tombs late at night getting the last bit of my bibliography for my final English term paper when I ran across a strange individual working alone in one of the glassed off private rooms. It was Betsy Atkins, the girl Barney had been interested in at the start of the semester. She had a stack of books around her.

"Problems," I inquired. Her head popped up and I could see her mind try to place me. She looked frazzled.

"Oh, it is you," she replied. "I'm only doing some course work." I leaned against the door.

"Where is your study group?" I wondered. She looked depressed by the question.

"It sort of fell apart," she admitted.

"You drove the girls out and the guys left when they realized they weren't going to get any action," I guessed. She lowered her head.

"What makes you say ..." she began then, "How did you know?"

"You are an attractive, intelligent woman with a health ego," I pointed out. "You probably have never had a female friend, you don't suffer fools lightly, and you are naturally abrasive. You attract men, but they don't stick around because you can be cruel and cutting. You have even less patience with women. Am I wrong?"

"Shut the fuck up!" she snapped. She was now close to tears. I could walk away and let her drowned.

"Betsy, is there anything I can do to help?" I asked. She glared at me then shook her head.

"Only if you know your history of Western Civilization?" she mumbled.

"I'm not ignorant," I grinned. "I can find it on a map and I know that Roman Civilization came after the Peloponnesian Wars." Again I could tell she didn't really think I could string three words together. I blamed it all on my High School civics teacher.

"I need to know about Hammurabi's Code and what influence it has on modern law," she told me. I looked over her books and sat down.

"You start with that book, and I'll start here," I offered. We divided up the source material and began making notes. It was past midnight when she had something she could turn in.

"I ... why did you help me when you don't like me?" she asked.

"Half of us won't make it to our senior years Betsy. A few more of us will make it if we help each other."

"Seriously?" she doubted.

"Why is that so hard to believe? Betsy you chose to be a bitch, but you don't have to be. You are smart and could make friends if you decided to."

"What now?" she said. I was afraid that she thought the worst of me. She was hot after all.

"I imagine you are going to go home and get some sleep and I'm going to stay and finish my English project," I informed her. She began putting her books away and then she was gone. About ten minutes later there was a voice being cleared behind me. I turned and it was Betsy.

"Do you need some help?" she offered. It took us to well past two getting it right. The next morning I learned we had the house. Thank God, because I couldn't have dealt with Jamie without it.

(Week Fifteen)

It was our first weekend without football though we still practiced. In college, serious programs never stop but are all year around affairs. Considering how much money the football program brought we were expected to put out. We also learned we weren't getting a Bowl bid. Such was the vagaries of life.

It was strange to see how different I was from most of my teammates. They wanted to go out and party but I still had work to do for exams. Eleanor was kind enough to help me (and Barney) with our Biology final and Jamie helped me with math. The rest I could do on my own, or rather I was forced to do on my own. Monday the exams started.

(Friday)

After my Friday morning exam it was off to furniture rentals. It was interesting to referee between Jamie and Amber. Emily was much more conciliatory, but wasn't willing to run full tilt at her friends. My main tool was reminding Jamie how much she would have to work at job to make her share of the expenses.

When we finally settled on a design theme I felt like I'd won conference game. Emily hugged me while Jamie and Amber looked at me with the deep suspicion that I'd favored one over the other. That convinced me that I had done it right. The whole heady sensation that we would have furniture delivered in the next day was something I would not soon forget.

(Week Sixteen)

After practice Mark and I hurried to the new home. Jamie had driven down and gotten Gina and the furniture company was in the process of unloading everything. Gina hug-tackled Mark the moment he announced his presence and when I turned to laugh at him Jamie tackled me. She was near tears and that was when I really had saved her sanity. I held her tight and stroked the back of her hair.

"How is the sleeping arrangements going to work out?" said Jesse from the door.

"Barney isn't here yet, but it is Mark Quantrill here with Gina Orwell here. You three don't know each other. Guys, this is Jesse Costas; he's my current roommate. Amber is going to room with Emily here, and Jamie is going to room with me."

"Barney is ..." Gina asked.

"Barney is Barney Ross, one of my study buddies and in the same major as me," I informed her.

"Cool," she smiled. I imagined that nothing could ruin this day for her.

"So, how come you two jocks get to have live in mates?" Jesse questioned.

"Because I don't trust Jamie with Gina," I joked back. Everyone thought it was funny ... except Jamie who took the occasion to punch me. What's with girls hitting me all the time?

By the end of the day Jesse, Mark, Barney and I had all our stuff moved in and we were sitting around in the semi-darkness eating Mac-D's. The power and water wouldn't come on until Monday, which equated to minimum computer time. Cable wouldn't be ready until Tuesday. Our whole group laughed about living in the dark ages of the 1980's.

Barney, Jesse, Mark, and Emily made plans to head home in the morning. Amber and I would head out in the next week because we both felt the need to meet with the family before Christmas. That night though I was about to go to bed when I heard some moaning from the room next to me; it was Mark and Gina.

I was trying to get to sleep with visions of a semi-clad Gina dancing in my mind when I felt Jamie's hand on my chest. I moved over and she joined me under the covers. I wanted to make some sort of joke at Mark and Gina's expense but Jamie's poetic nature beat me to the punch.

"Let's fuck like bunnies." That was Jamie for you; the soul of romance.

I twisted Jamie on top of me so I could work off her shirt and get to her nipples. I loved the way they stood out and they had an extra quality to them in the cold air. I reached down for her ass and discovered she had no shorts or panties on; I began to suspect premeditation on her part. Jamie lifted one leg so I could quickly pull my underwear off then she leapt back on me.

We kissed like hungry beasts, or desperate lovers. I held her head in my hands so I could control our intensity and direct my kisses to other places than her lips. Jamie being Jamie; she thrashed against me playfully. It was by accident that I entered her but we fell still when it happened. She looked down at me and I could swear she was smiling.

Jamie slowly slipped down my shaft inch by tight inch.

"God I love this," she whispered to me. I bent my body up to kiss her in response. Jamie pushed my down and began rubbing up and down against me, her nipples dragging up and down my chest and tickling my own nipples.

To help her rhythm I grabbed her ass so I could pull up on when she wanted to go up and rest easy as she pushed back down. We shared the labor of our sex and soon our sweat added a new texture, heat and friction. In the cold night air it was exhilarating.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh," she began grunting. I began pumping my groin into her when I was already inside.

Jamie pushed herself down into my shoulder.

"Craig!" she screamed, partially muffled by my flesh. She kept panting and clawing at my flesh for several long seconds. Jamie's fluids flooded my crotch, ass, and sheets.

"Oh God!" came the cry from the other room. Apparently Gina had chosen not to stifle her own orgasm. I felt sorry for Jesse ... less so for Barney.

I held Jamie tight as we regained our breath.

"Let's go sleep in your bed," I suggested.

"No you don't," Jamie whispered. She began pushing up and down on me again and my hands once more gripped her ass. At the same time she began tightening her vaginal muscles in a new way.

"Damn that is good," I said softly between bated breathe. Jamie picked up her pace and began raking my ribs with her fingernails. It wasn't for lack of effort that she didn't skin me alive. The pain combined with her exceptional sexual dynamic cause my sex to finally erupt inside of her. My body was wracked with pleasure and Jamie gave gloating 'ahs' on top of me.

"Now we can go sleep in my bed," she giggled.

"Now I want your ass," I whispered.

"Really; do you think you can get it up?" she said with a wiggle.

"Do you want to find out?" I tested her.

"Actually my ass if freezing. This house is cold," Jamie sighed. "Let's go to my bed and see what 'comes up' in the morning." I slapped her ass lightly and Jamie squeaked. I had the fun of chasing her across the room and jump into the other bed with her. As far as I could tell we fell into a blissful slumber about the same time.

Christmas Break

As I came up the walkway to our college group home Jamie came running out to jump into my arms. I was barely able to put my gifts down before she collided with me.

"God, I've missed you," she said between kisses.

"Jamie, I've been gone three days," I responded. I saw Gina standing somewhat self-consciously at the door. I'd been back in our home town spending time with my Mom.

"Hey, Gina," I called out. "Help me unload the car." She shuffled toward me as I hung onto Jamie. Together the three of us went to the car. The second Christmas present Gina pulled out made her pause. I casually looked her way.

"Yes?" I asked her.

"This has my name on it," she mumbled.

"It's Christmas; you get gifts on Christmas," I grinned. Gina attacked the pile of gifts, her smile growing larger. The three of us finally got everything inside and I sighed when I noticed what Jamie had gotten for a Christmas tree -- a fossilized bush completely devoid of leaves.

At least Jamie had the good sense to look contrite when I cast my baleful gaze upon her.

"Well, let's get the presents open," I announced. Jamie and Gina sat down and attacked their small pile of presents. Gina got one from Mark, Amber, Emily, Jamie, and I and she went hog wild. She danced around the place with her clothes, new cell phone, and pre-paid charge card.

Jamie laughed it up with Gina and they both raced back to their bedrooms to change. Gina had the good sense to come out fully clothed but Jamie tempted fate by coming out in her new hoodie and thong panties. Gina was scandalized, but I noticed her gaze kept slipping Jamie's way. It reminded me of the kiss Gina had shared with Emily a year ago.

"What did you get for Christmas?" Jamie asked.

"Two gorgeous girls to do with as I please," I chortled. Gina gulped and Jamie poked me in the chest.

"Don't worry, Gina. When he talks about his two girls he's referring to his right hand and left hand," Jamie grinned.

"Ouch," I cringed. "I came all this way to see you, Baby."

"You came all this way to sleep alone tonight," she taunted me. Gina giggled. I looked pained which only made Jamie happier.

"Don't you want some hot throbbing sex?" I begged.

"I don't know," Jamie said loftily. "Gina, what are you doing tonight?" Gina choked.

"I ah -- Craig, a little help here?" Gina sputtered.

"I'll hold her down and you tickle her," I conspired. Gina looked uncertain but Jamie knew what was coming and bolted for the bedroom. I raced after her and got her right at the bedroom door. I wrapped her up in my arms and lifted her back to the main room.

"Gina! Help!" Jamie squawked. I fell down on the sofa and Jamie thrashed around trying to get free. Gina hovered over us for a few seconds before a whole new kind of smile came to her face and she leapt on Jamie. Jamie started really kicking and screaming in hysterics while Gina tickled her without mercy.

The three of us fell to the floor and soon Gina was tickling me and Jamie equally. I grabbed Gina in desperation and pulled her to us. Jamie was fighting for breath but managed to get on top of Gina where the tickling was returned with intent. In the end we were all struggling for breath on the floor and lying on our backs.

Jamie rolled onto her stomach and propped herself up on her elbows looking down on Gina.

"You are going to pay for your treachery, young maiden," Jamie panted.

Gina reached up and stroked Jamie's hair.

"Okay," she responded softly.

"How about I go out and get some food?" I suggested.

"I'll go with you," Gina insisted in a nervous manner. We stood up and gathered our coats, and I noticed Jamie's confused expression. Gina had some issues, that was for sure.

Gina sat in silence for most of the trip to the Chinese take-out place. On the way back Gina turned to me, looking very serious.

"You and Jamie are very close, right?" Gina asked.

"Very close. But that doesn't mean the two of you can't be close too," I suggested. That brought Gina up short once more. "What you are feeling is totally natural, Gina. You don't have to worry about Jamie or me judging you," I told her.

"Craig, I like you; I trust you. What am I going to do?" Gina worried. She trusts me? What is wrong with my jock image that makes girls want to trust me and makes me not want to abuse that trust? How less complicated would my life be if I was as total asshole?

"Follow your heart, Gina. Have a little faith in you," I responded.

"What about us, -- you and me?" Gina asked.

"As I've told you earlier, you are beautiful. Mark is my friend and I don't feel there can be an 'us' while the two of you are together. You, Jamie, and Emily are a different matter," I assured her. "Don't worry about me getting jealous; Jamie has always gone her own way and I think Emily likes you."

"She does?" Gina sounded a bit surprised.

"Oh, yeah, trust me on that one. Emily likes you a lot," I told her.

"Amber?" Gina questioned.

"Amber less so, but that has more to do with what she likes than anything personal," I assured her.

"We are not talking about friendship, are we?" Gina asked for clarification.

"Nope," I answered. Gina looked at her hands a long time.

"All of this was going on when we were in high school, wasn't it?" she inquired.

"Yes, it was," I grinned.

"I always thought there was something 'friendly' about Emily and Jamie; they were always so helpful and touchy-feely," she noted.

"Did you like that level of relationship?" I asked. She thought that over for a minute.

"Yes," she replied quietly. "Yes, I did. Do you think Mark will get upset?"

"Are you going to dump him?" I responded.

"No," Gina declared. "Mark is the best thing to ever happen to me."

"Then I think we are okay. The weird thing will be if Mark wants to watch," I informed her.

"That would be -- different," she allowed.

"So, when we get back are you going to want a little alone time with Jamie to talk things out?" I inquired.

"No. I think I've got enough to think about tonight," she smiled happily. The rest of the drive passed with the radio on and a new level of comfort between us.

Life with Jamie is rarely dull or disappointing: case in point, coming home and finding Jamie in a sheer black silk teddy, the thinnest of thongs, and a lacy half-cup bra. She struck a provocative pose at the door right before we came in.

"Hey, Troops," she purred in a perfectly sultry voice.

Gina turned to me and tugged my arm.

"Do you remember what you asked me earlier? Well, I'm changing my answer to yes," she moaned.

"Sorry, Gina, can't talk -- blood rushing out of brain," I mumbled.

Jamie beamed triumphantly.

"You two get inside; it is so cold my nipples are hard enough to cut glass," Jamie shivered.

My hand was half way up to comfort one of those freezing nipples when an idea occurred to me. I took Gina's hand and placed it on one of Jamie's breasts first, then took hold of the other one. Together we forced Jamie back into the house and I kicked the door shut. Gina was already stroking and rubbing the sheer fabric between her fingers and Jamie's flesh.

By the time I safely got the food to the ground Jamie had shifted out of her teddy and was unclasping her bra from the front to give us better access. Gina needed no encouragement but doove straight onto Jamie's nipple, suckling deep and hard. Not to be outdone, I began licking and teasing her other breast. Jamie rolled her head up, moaned intently, and ran her fingers through our hair.

"That's right," Jamie murmured, "keep it up." When I positioned my hand down to Jamie's pubic area I was surprised and amused to find that Gina had beat me there. I quickly worked out a pattern so we could cooperate in pulling Jamie's thong down to pet her pussy. Gina went to town with her fingers and thumb on Jamie's slit while I was left tweaking and pulling on her clit.

"No fair," Jamie panted, "I want -- wanted to -- last longer." Gina and I redoubled our efforts and Jamie began to shake. I quickly doove beneath her legs and opened my mouth to lap up as much of her juices as I could.

"Ah, ah, ah ...-- Gina!" she screamed as I was deluged. I drank and slurped for all I was worth but I was still coated down my chin and chest. Jamie was left putting her hands on my shoulders to support herself.

Gina looked down at me with wide eyes.

"She -- comes a lot," she wondered.

"That's my girl," I grinned as I licked my lips as I stripped out of my shirt.

"Your turn," Jamie growled hungrily, and took hold of Gina's cum-soaked hand then started taking her to the sofa.

Jamie half yanked/ half helped Gina remove her clothing. I was stripping down too, but I had a different goal in mind. Jamie pushed Gina down on the sofa and crawled between her legs. They began kissing hesitantly at first but with more and more energy as Gina embraced the situation. Soon she was pulling Jamie into her and sucking on her neck and earlobe.

Only then did Jamie allow her hand to go below the neckline. First she cupped both breasts and played with them, tweaking the nipples and stroking the areolas while continuing to kiss Gina's lips and chin. Gina shuddered when Jamie's hand flowed along her belly and played with her delicate pubic hair, then began to gyrate on the seat and make little gasping sounds.

Jamie's fingers began reaching into the folds between Gina's thighs and pushed her fingers in.

"Someone's been naughty," Jamie teased, as she brought up two fingers coated in Gina's juices. She sucked them clean and went back for more. Gina blushed furiously but kept bucking her hips against Jamie's hand.

Breaking their lip-lock Jamie began to suck and nibble her way down Gina's body, clearly in a way that Mark hadn't. It was at time like these that I really appreciated all the time and effort Jamie, Emily, and Amber had put into me and my experience with them. Gina brought a hand up to her mouth, biting down on a finger to keep her moaning to a minimum.

Jamie took that as a good sign; rolling her tongue in Gina's belly button before lowering herself to Gina's pubic hair and gently sucking on it. This was a new trick of Jamie's and I blamed internet porn -- or should I say, I appreciated her use of internet porn. Gina certainly showed her appreciation by starting to suck in deep breaths.

Then Jamie reached her clit and went straight for the kill; she bit it. Gina screamed and bowed her body painfully. Before she could recover, Jamie was rubbing two fingers into Gina and sucking her clit for all she was worth. Gina was still fighting mightily to control herself; it was time for me to make my move.

I sidled up behind Jamie and pushed her thighs apart. She began swaying her ass back and forth seductively and when I entered her pussy from behind she let out a deep breath onto Gina's cunt. This was only the prelude; once I had my cock good and lubed up, I shifted it up to her anal ring.

Jamie picked up her pace with Gina who was now beating her fists into the sofa in ecstasy. I entered Jamie's back door slowly at first but she suddenly thrust against me.

"Oh, fuck!" she groaned, because I knew the move had to be painful. I took hold of her hips and gently entered her the rest of the way until my crotch was pressed against her ass crack.

"Do me, bitch," was Jamie's way of coaxing me on so I was kind enough to obey. I slammed my meat into her brutally and repeatedly. At the same time I was driving Jamie's tongue deeper into Gina's love box where she alternated between one and two fingers. Jamie succumbed first but before she did, she sucked up as much of Gina's cunt juice as she could.

Jamie's ass clamped down like a vise and she jetted so hard with her juices that my balls were hurt by the spray. Just for that I started slapping her ass. Seconds later Jamie mumbled something.

"What was that?" I questioned.

"Harder, please harder," she moaned. What can I say? I obliged.

Gina was turning out to be a harder fortress to storm. I knew that Jamie was reaching the end of her endurance when I shot off inside her bowels. That gave her a little more incentive, which she used to slip a finger into Gina's ass and the girl screamed. I don't mean called out; I mean a 'the neighbors should be calling the cops because someone was being murdered over here' scream.

"Ugh, ugh, ugh -- Ah -- Fuck!" Gina went off. She was all over the place and Jamie wouldn't relent. She kept sucking on Gina's clit and pumping both holes as fast as she could go. Gina started screaming all over again and I was thinking double homicide before she crashed into a whimpering heap. I yanked Jamie back and the girl immediately crashed into my arms.

"Nailed you, ya little vixen," Jamie gloated between desperate gulps of air. Gina remained still except for her expanding and contracting bosom. I wrapped my arms around Jamie and let her bask in the glow of her handiwork.

"I can't believe I wasted a whole year not doing this," Gina managed to croak once her eyes opened.

"Does Mark not go down on you?" Jamie asked.

"No," Gina admitted.

"Do you go down on him?" Jamie questioned. Gina nodded. "Then we'll have to train him to be a good boy," Jamie continued. "It took us no time at all to train Craig here."

"Hey! I'm still in the room you know," I said defensively. Jamie reached behind her and stroked my cheek.

"Now be a good boy and go get us some towels and wet wash cloths," Jamie grinned over her shoulder. I bent her over, smacked her ass hard enough to make her squawk, and went off to do as instructed.

When I got back Gina was lying on the sofa, head in Jamie's lap. Jamie was twirling Gina's hair and making little cooing noises to her. I slipped a wash cloth into each of their hands then put out the towels were Jamie had been climactic. I joined them on the sofa, putting Gina's feet in my naked lap and started giving her a foot massages. Gina started purring in response.

"Are you two always like this?" Gina inquired.

"No," Jamie snapped off her reply, "usually we have whips, chains and handcuffs."

"Don't scare the girl, Jamie. All we've ever used were handcuffs," I corrected.

"Wait until you see what I got you for Christmas, Lover-Boy," Jamie giggled.

"On that cheery note, let's eat. I'm starved and I think we've all worked up an appetite," I hoped. Jamie and Gina gave me the nod so we were soon pigging out with the added benefit of eating any fallen food off one another's bodies. Hygienic? Not likely, but still fun. It was with some reluctance that we got dressed and watched some TV until midnight.

That evening as Jamie and I were lying in bed and prepared to sleep together Jamie looked to me and whispered,

"Did we do the right thing with Gina?"

"I think so. I didn't touch her and I think Mark will be much more receptive to suggestions from you than from me," I offered.

"Don't guys get weirded out when their girls hit it off with other girls?" she asked.

"Sure, but there is always that voyeuristic desire as well; as I said, as long as you aren't taking their girl away, most guys are curious enough to listen," I confided in her.

"What if Gina decides to hook up with me?" Jamie worried.

"Then we have a problem," I admitted. "Best case: I move in with Mark and Gina moves in with you. Worse case: he moves out and rent becomes a lot harder."

"I'm still not sorry," Jamie confessed. "I think we did Gina some good."

"I feel the same way," I said as I hugged her.

Right then there was a knock on the door.

"Can I come in?" Gina asked.

"Sure," we both said. Gina came over to our bed and looked down at us. I didn't hesitate; I pulled back the covers and Jamie and I scooted over. Gina crawled in, lay on her side facing us, and draped an arm over Jamie.

"Thank you. I don't want to sleep alone tonight," she told us.

"It is okay," Jamie assured her. We all intertwined our limbs.

I was drifting off when I felt a hand rubbing my cock over my underwear. It took me a second to realize it wasn't Jamie's.

"No," I whispered, "we can't."

"You've been so nice to me, Craig. I only want to make you feel good. I know I can," she said. Mind you, Jamie was lying between us so I wasn't sure how that would work.

"It is not necessary, Gina," I replied. I could feel myself rapidly growing to my full length. "As you can tell, you excite me, but I don't want us making a mistake we may well regret."

Gina sighed.

"If you ever change your mind, Craig," she promised.

"If I do, I guarantee I'll eat up every inch of you; you are an incredible turn on," I promised. Gina's hand worked up to my chest.

"Now if you two are done," mumbled Jamie, "you had better let me get some sleep or I will get my whips out."

(Two days after Christmas)

I knocked on the door of Eleanor's apartment, present in hand. It took a few seconds for the tall roommate to get the door.

"Hey, Prentiss," I greeted her. We had finally exchanged names right before Christmas Break.

"Tammy is still out," she said as she let me in, "but Eleanor, Denise and I are all back. How was Christmas for you?"

"You know, the standard jock stuff; naked co-eds, binge drinking, and running from the law," I replied with a hand over my heart.

"Gotchya, jacking off in the bathroom again," she smirked.

"What?" I cried out. "Does no one believe I'm a stud muffin?"

Eleanor and Denise were sitting back watching TV as I walked in. Eleanor jumped up and jaunted toward me.

"Hey, Eleanor, your Passion Piston has arrived," Denise laughed, and I groaned. Eleanor grabbed my arm, led me over to her chair, sat me down and leapt onto my lap.

"I have a present for you," I told her as I showed her the gift. Eleanor bent over backwards and pulled up a heavy present for me. We exchanged and opened up the package we hoped the other would want. I had two text books and a lab workbook for Organic Chemistry;. I got Eleanor an E-Reader.

"Text books?" I questioned and Eleanor pressed her tight little ass into my crotch.

"You are taking Organic Chemistry this semester?" she grinned.

"Yes, under Pittman," I smiled back. We both knew that Pittman was her professor and any class he taught would actually be covered by her.

"Oh, God!" I reacted in mock-horror. "What hideous cow will they stick me with this semester?" Eleanor grabbed my chin and forced a kiss on my lips. "Is it you?" I questioned innocently.

"You have that right, Mister," she said, pleased with herself.

"Denise," I pleaded, "save me."

"Nope, sorry, Craig. I like you, but I like all my limbs attached more. You are on your own," she snickered. Prentiss waved away any hope of aid coming from her direction.

"Craig," Eleanor sighed happily, "how long can you stay?"

"All day," I replied, which made Eleanor even happier. Eleanor got up from my lap and began dragging me upstairs.

"Help me!" I pleaded.

"Hush, you," Eleanor laughed. To her roommates she said, "We'll be upstairs conducting a biology experiment."

"Oh, that's what you're calling it now?" Denise chuckled.

Once we got into her room she rushed into my arms, kissing me with me kissing her back. I worked my way around her neck and ears and Eleanor wrapped her leg around one of my own.

"Clothes," I murmured. That got us racing to strip down and we fell into bed. I noticed she'd been sleeping with one of my shirts next to her pillow. I held it up with a questioning expression and she blushed; she liked the smell of me.

I decided to make a small leap in our relationship. I forced her hands above her head and loosely bound her hands with the shirt. Eleanor closed her eyes and started breathing heavily. I took the moment to get a condom on; the noise made her lick her lips. She tried to move her hands down but I pushed them back. I started kissing her all over her upper body.

While one hand kept her hands pinned, the other ran down her thigh and kneaded her ass, pulling her stomach against my cock.

"Please fuck me," she whimpered.

"You know what I want," I taunted her.

"No," she pleaded. She knew I wanted multiple orgasms from her. It was a not-so-little game we played. I was going to rack her with pleasure though she could stop me at any time with but a word. Instead, she trembled in anticipation as she let my higher hand glide down her arm, settling on the cord of flesh between her shoulder and neck. I rubbed it back and forth and drew forth a full-body response. God this woman's body was fantastic.

I borrowed a trick from Jamie and moved my fingers through her pubic hair then gave it a slow pull.

"Ah!" she squealed, so I did it again and again. "Ah, ah," she continued to groan. I ran my higher hand over until my fingers ran along her lips. She nipped at them even though her eyes were still closed.

I slithered down her body so that I could take her whole breast into my mouth and suck on it for all I was worth. At the same time I rubbed down to her clit and Eleanor screamed out my name and thrashed about the bed. Before she could recover I flipped her over and pulled her onto her knees. This was a new position for us and Eleanor was momentarily uncertain. I was plunging into her before she could react.

"Oh," she gasped. I pushed the rest of the way into her snug, silky orifice and held myself there. Slowly I pulled back until I was half way out. For another second I waited and then Eleanor pushed against me until she'd taken in my entire shaft. Now that I had her going I reached up and pulled her hair, causing her to push up with her arms and give me a stronger thrusting force into her. I also reached around and started rubbing her clit vigorously.

It didn't take much time before she started huffing and sobbing in pleasure.

"Uh, uh, uh -- Craig!" she called out again. Even as she fell away from me, I had my own orgasm. I leant back on my haunches struggling to breathe as well. I was still not done yet. I took off the condom, tied it off, and sank it in the waste basket with one expert toss.

While she remained on her stomach I then spread Eleanor's legs apart and started licking her slit to anus, first slowly and gently, then with greater and greater passion.

"Craig," Eleanor purred. I started alternating between licking and sticking a finger in. When she was ready enough I stuck a second finger in. Even with a thorough fucking she was still tight.

When I felt she was ready I pulled out my fingers and pressed one against her anus.

"Craig?" Eleanor questioned weakly and with a bit of fear.

"If it becomes too painful I'll stop but I think you might like this," I said with compassion. Eleanor nodded her head.

It took it very slow, rubbing with small circles and occasional pressure on the puckered hole. Soon enough she was no longer tensing up so I put on a little more pressure. I could feel her struggling to relax and when she did so, I entered her. Eleanor hiccupped so I held very still.

"I'm okay," she whispered after a few seconds. I gave her an incremental intrusion and waited for her approval to go further.

When I got to my second knuckle I stopped, then withdrew until only the tip remained. I retraced the process, found her resistance weakening, and sped up the progress.

"Craig -- oh, God, Craig -- I'm going to," Eleanor moaned. She came so hard she actually squirted on me, something she'd never done before. I pulled out and let her rest as I lay beside her.

Eleanor untangled her hands and crawled up beside me.

"Merry Christmas," she sighed with contentment.

"Merry Christmas," I responded.

"What made you so inventive today?" she murmured.

"Celebrating a new year for us," I told her. "Do you mind?"

"My ass hurts," she giggled.

"Imagine what actual anal sex is like," I teased.

"Oh, hell, no," she gasped. "A finger was more than enough; there is no way you are getting that thing," she grabbed my soft penis, "in me."

"Please," I begged laughingly.

"Even if it hurts me?" she responded.

"No. I never want you to feel you have to do anything for me, Eleanor," I comforted her.

"What about your other girlfriends?" she asked.

"Which one?" I requested. "I have so many?"

"You really are a beast," she giggled again. "How many do you have?"

"You and Jamie, really; Emily is a good friend, but we aren't like that," I replied.

"Could it ever be only you and me?" she said. I propped myself up on an elbow and looked at her.

"Would you like that?" I queried softly. Eleanor studied me.

"I said something wrong, didn't I?" she whispered.

"No. You are giving me your body; you have every right to feel possessive. But Jamie and I have a history that dates back to a real hard time in our lives;. I can't throw that away." I explained to Eleanor. "Does that mean you want me to leave?" I asked.

She hugged me tightly.

"No," she murmured into my chest. "I'd like you all the time but I'm happy with what I have. I don't want you to get bored with me."

"That's it!" I exclaimed, "I've had it with you." Eleanor looked at me with serious surprise and anguish. "I've had it with your self-doubt. What do you prefer,; spanking or tickling?"

"Huh? What?" Eleanor gasped. Then it dawned on her what was about to happen and she belatedly tried to struggle into a defensive position. I was much faster and stronger than she. Eleanor was quickly face-down over my lap and I was stinging each luscious little ass cheek in turn with sharp slaps.

"Please, please," she begged. I gave ten taps to each cheek then helped her up.

Eleanor rubbed her offended backside gingerly.

"That stings," she said in a hurt tone.

"Are you ever going to doubt that I want you and want to be with you ever again?" I insisted.

"No," she sighed, then winced. I drew her in and wrapped my arms around her as she nestled her head against my chest. Suddenly she started laughing.

"What is it?" I inquired.

"You are going to pay for that in labs," she snickered. Now it was my turn to groan. Still, it didn't stop me from doing the last little thing I wanted to do. I pulled out my wallet and handed her a piece of paper.

"What is this?" she asked as she opened it.

"It is my home address if you ever want to stop by," I grinned. That got me a huge hug.

(First day of classes)

Barney and I sat down in next to one another in Organic Chemistry.

"I hope we have a decent grad student this year," he grinned to me. Sometimes I had to wonder how clueless Barney was. He didn't have to wait long. Before class even started Eleanor came striding in and set herself up front. She looked into the seats and frowned at me.

"Oh, God," Barney groaned. "We are screwed," he said, when he saw our nemesis from last year. It wasn't like I was advertising to anyone that I was sleeping with my Teaching Assistant.

"I'll try to be nicer to her this semester," I offer.

"Dude, you could fuck her brains out and she'd still hate you," he muttered. Any other conversation was cut off by the start of class; neither one of us wanted to draw down Eleanor's wrath yet.

Barney and I shared our second class of the day as well: The History of Medieval Politics. It had sounded interesting last year. We settled down to see how bad this would be when I spotted an old semi-familiar face. Betsy Atkins stood at the entrance to the class looking around for a seat. Our gaze met but she was clearly not regarding me as a friend. I motioned her over anyway.

She moved over a few desks until she settled into the seat on the other side of me. It took Barney a moment to realize she was there but when he did his jaw dropped.

"Hey, Betsy, want to join us for the semester?" I asked casually.

"Us?" she replied.

"Yes, Barney and I." I pointed to Barney. She nodded, barely acknowledging him. I couldn't help but be depressed.

"Are you going to help me study?" she asked with a straight face.

"Barney," I turned to my buddy, "is that okay with you?"

Barney's eyes bugged out; he gurgled something unintelligible then nodded.

"Welcome to the team," I grinned to Betsy, who surprised me by smiling back. I snuck a look over to Barney who looked stupid and love-struck. I guessed he'd be copying my notes for today.

No week would be complete without Organic Chemistry lab and when Barney saw Eleanor after we walked in, I could feel a little part of his soul die.

"You can get another lab partner if you like," I offered.

"Who else would take you?" he pointed out.

"I can't argue with that," I agree. We took our seats and laid out our assignments.

"Mr. Dawkins, Mr. Ross,; I'm glad to see you've come back for another semester of grueling punishment," Eleanor growled.

"Ms. Cosby," I smile, "I must say you look fetching today." Eleanor's growl deepened while Barney sobbed.

"I don't mind you dragging me to hell," Barney whispered, "but do you have to pull out the god-damned marshmallows?"

"Would whistling help?" I snickered.

"Shut the fuck up," he grinned.

As normal, we were the last to leave. Eleanor kept torturing us as long as possible. As I was making my way out, she held up her hand.

"Mr. Dawkins, do you think you will do any better this semester?"

"Yes, Eleanor."

"I want you to know I'm going to be very hard on you. In fact, I'm going to ride you all year long," she glared at me.

"You want to ride me?" I whisper. "When is that supposed to start?"

"How about tonight?" she replied with a gleam in her eye.

"I'll do what I can," I smiled. She nodded and let me leave. When I got out Barney looked at me with some sympathy.

"Bro, what did she say?" he inquired.

"The usual; telling me how hard I'm going to have to work it this semester," I replied. I had to wonder when all this came out if he was going to hate me or laugh with me.

We gathered around seven, the house, and went over what we expected the year to look like. As usual, Jamie was pitied or accused of being a masochist for carrying the most classes and most of the hardest ones too. I found her brain to be so sexy. Amber was already angling for a summer internship in the sports program and she hinted that Marcus and I could help.

Marcus and I had our usual sports stuff, plus our course loads, but this was becoming routine so no one bought our complaints. Barney kept bitching about finding a part-time job while Jesse was looking into a semester abroad in the summer. The curious thing was that Emily and Gina had gotten jobs together at a twenty-four hour pharmacy; go figure.

(Second Day of classes)

My 'off" days of classes are like the first day of the week, but with only two classes in the afternoon. It was fantastic to finish up PT with the team then come back to bed for a few hours. I figured I was alone in the place so I stripped off in my room and crashed with the door open. I was dropping off when my fuzzy consciousness tried to remind me that I was not alone.

I was still trying to recall who was in the house when I tilted my head up lightly and saw Amber wearing a black oversized t-shirt and tight yellow shorts staring at me. I moved to draw the blanket over me but Amber didn't move. I really didn't know what to tell her so we kept staring at each other. Finally, Amber took a few steps into the room, turned, and shut my door.

"Craig I--," Amber stammered as she turned to face me once more.

"I've missed you, Amber," I said with a passionate catch in my voice. She walked up to my side and looked down at me with a struggle of emotions in her countenance.

"We are not getting back together," she whispered, "but, God, I've missed you."

"Missing you doesn't begin to cover it, Amber," I confessed.

"Shut up, Craig," she smiled as she knelt by my waist and ran a hand underneath the blanket. "Hmmm -- I've missed you," she murmured, clearly talking to my penis. She pushed the blanket aside and leaned over me. I began stroking her hair as she drew closer to my cock.

"Mmmm" she moaned as my cockhead touched the roof of her mouth. She rolled it up in her tongue, surrounding it with wetness before pulling back until the lips alone held me there. She repeated this process several times, sneaking looks up at me to assure herself she was driving me absolutely wild with desire.

I let my hand roam down from Amber's hair, along her neck, and coasting down her spine. Around mid-back she let my cock slide to the back of her mouth and tilted her entire head to stare at me suggestively. She knew what I wanted and was debating giving it to me.

"Mmmm - ah," she murmured, which I took to be "okay".

Sure enough, Amber began working off her shirt first, getting one arm out, then her head, and finally her other arm, alternating masturbating my cock with either hand. She then worked her shorts down -- no panties -- and kicked those aside. She wiggled her ass towards me.

"Is this what you want, Craig?" she taunted me.

"Oh, hell, yeah," I assured her. With an exaggerated sigh Amber got up and straddled my chest facing away from me. She spread out, pressing her body down and letting her breasts brush tantalizingly against my stomach. For my part, I grabbed Amber's hips and pulled her crotch down to my face.

Amber began lavishing attention on my penis once more, pressing it down and licking from helmet to my balls. I rubbed my face into Amber's pussy before going at it with my tongue and lips. I was going at it so hot and heavy, I hardly pay attention to the job Amber was doing on my rod.

"Damn it, Craig, that feels so fucking good. The last guy I went out with wouldn't even go down on me," Amber gasped out. Whoever that guy is, he's a damn fool.

I didn't stop; in fact, I was inspired to be even more creative and determined. Amber wouldn't be outdone, though; she deep-throated me in one steady motion, constricting her throat into a pulsing, vise-like grip. My palms rose along her stomach to her breasts, feeling their perfect texture and weight. No sooner did I begin to work on her nipples with gentle strokes than Amber started to tremble.

She became more frantic on my cock, rapidly sucking me in, then going down and taking in both my balls, singularly and together. God, I miss Amber so much, and it is not just for her skill; it is because of the symmetry we share. I shifted Amber down and began to make full on love to Amber's clit; it got my tongue to twirl it, my lips to pull and kiss it, and my teeth to tease it with a hint of pain.

Amber's scream was muted by her mouth being full of my cock but my face definitely got serviced with plentiful vaginal fluids. I know what Amber likes, even if she might not like it this very second. I pulled my arms around while Amber was coasting down from her first climax. One hand slipped along her stomach and approached her pussy from above and latched on to her clit.

The other hand came from behind, over her ass, and slid down her ass cleft and entered her pussy in the rear. Now I assaulted her from both sides and Amber cried out.

"Craig!" she yowled, even as her breathing grew deep and ragged. "You bastard."

I pumped rapidly for half a minute before asking,

"Do you want me to stop, Amber?" I asked with as much innocence as I could fake.

"Cumm -- cumm -- cumming, please don't stop," she moaned. I rewarded her with a plunge of my tongue deep inside her, my face buried in her cunt.

Amber shook and spasmed to through her second orgasm, giving me a slight respite, thankfully, because I'm about to lose it myself. Amber refused to give up on my cock; the second her tremors ceased she was back at it with extra vigor. My options then were ass or tits so I went for the gentle cycle and the breasts. Now it was my turn.

"Amber -- I'm about to shoot." Amber pinched the base of my shaft and looked over her shoulder at me with a salacious grin.

"Maybe I should go now," she teased.

"Whatever you want, Amber, but please don't stop. I'm about to blow," I pleaded.

"I'll hold you to that, Craig," Amber smiled before she pounced onto my cock once more. It didn't take thirty seconds for Amber to totally erode my control.

"Cummming," I warned her right before I began shooting off streams of semen into her mouth. What makes Amber an even better cocksucker than her awesome technique is her ability and willingness to swallow a whole lot of cum. She didn't disappoint me today.

I took it as a good sign that Amber rolled on the bed toward the wall and not toward the center of the room. She twisted over so that we are now facing one another, her face conflicted but also sated.

"Thanks, Amber, that was wonderful," I praised her from the depths of my heart.

"Don't expect it to happen again," she cautioned me, but even as she said that her hand wandered down to my crotch and began stroking my penis.

My semi-flaccid member twitched and then started to grow and thicken. Amber licked her lips and started increasing her strokes up and down. I tested the waters by reaching out for a breast and fondling it, which earned me no negative reaction. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, then the bridge of her nose. Amber responded by looking up. We jointly parted our lips and went in for the kiss.

In no time I had Amber back on top of me, kissing each other madly and her rocking on the tip of my penis, lubricated by her juices.

"We are not going to do this again," Amber panted, as she slipped my cock within her labia. It is clear she is ready to take even more into her.

"How about we do it once a week?" I suggested.

"Good idea," she spontaneously agreed. "Once a week -- we can be fuck-buddies."

"Friends with Benefits," I offered.

"Yeah, that sounds better," she agreed, even as she rose up and begins to pump and grind my rod and crotch in an ever more fevered pitch. Even as we sweated and came together I could see the brilliance in Amber's eyes as she looked down at me. We were lying to one another; my life was going to be a whole lot more complicated. But so what? I had Amber back -- if I didn't blow it once more.

To be continued in Part 7.

By FinalStand for Literotica.