Ivy League Sluts

Chapter 8 New Directions

   

     “God, what’s going to come of me?  I’d describe my state of mind as confused. I’m usually so in control and disciplined.  I got so turned on watching a video of myself having pornographic sex I had sex with my college roommate.  I’m a head case,” said Stacy handing the joint back to Portia.  The two girls were lying in Stacy’s bed.  They had just made love for the first time.   Their lovemaking had ended in a torrid dual climax that left both girls breathless.

     “Was it that awful,” asked Portia inhaling the drug?  “Don’t you think you’re overacting?  We’re not the only dorm mates eating each other’s pussy this afternoon.”

     Stacy immediately took Portia in her arms and hugged her. “You’re right.  It was wonderful.  You have the softest, sweetest lips.  My toes curled when I came.  But I’m not a lesbian.  At least, I don’t think I’m one,” said Stacy.

     “I’m not a lesbian either.  I’m bisexual and so are you.  You saw me with Monk and Les taking it all three orifices.  Did that look like something a committed lesbian would do?  The dykes I know don’t do near cock and some don’t allow anything that even looks like a dick in their pussy.  And for that matter, your video demonstrated you possess a strong desire for large cocks in all three orifices.  Drugs or not, you loved having that actor’s big black cock in you.”

     “I suppose you’re right. We must be bi-sexual,” said Stacy.

     “Technically yes, the clinical definition of a bisexual is anyone who has sex with both genders in the last six months.”

     “Bingo, three days is my time frame.”

     “But labels like that are silly and misleading,” said Portia.  “Modern psychiatry teaches that all males and females are potentially bi-sexual.  I believe homosexuality is a cultural concept that is inherently misleading.”

     “When I look at the person in that DVD, I tell myself it can’t be me.  It’s not just that I was doing things that went against my core values; it’s that I was doing them willingly.  And I kept on having orgasms until I was exhausted.”

     “You’ve never been with a girl before the video,” asked Portia?

     “Once in high school, I made out with a girl friend. We were a little drunk on her Mom’s chardonnay.”

     “Did you enjoy it,” asked Portia?

     “I suppose. I had an orgasm when she rubbed my pussy.”

     “She went down on you?”

     “No, she massaged my vagina on the outside of my jeans.”

     Portia was slightly incredulous at Stacy’s naiveté.  She had been gang raped as a pre-teen by her older sister’s girl gang.  “And that was it, she jacked you off?”

     “Yes, we kissed and touched each other’s nipples.  She wanted us to take out clothes off and get in bed but I was afraid,” said Stacy.

     “What were you afraid of?”

     “Being thought of as a lesbian which is not something we have in the Todd family.  Her family and mine were good friends.  Her dad is an administrator at a hospital where my dad has privileges.  I was afraid somehow they would find out.”

     “How about boys?  Don’t tell me you’ve never been fucked.”

     “Before last Friday night, only two and they were disasters.”

     “How so?”

     “Prom night, I lost my virginity.  It was my idea.  I kept thinking I was the only girl in my high school who had never been screwed.  I told my date to get a hotel room.  I had this fantasy of incredible romantic sex,” said Stacy.

     “But you chose the wrong guy,” said Portia.

     “Exactly, Cuba Libre was my downfall.   My effort to get properly laid was frustrated by rum and coca-cola.  Four drinks and he didn’t know his own name.  I practically had to carry him to the room where he passed out on the bed after puking his guts out.”

      “Men are only good for one thing and most men aren’t even good for that,” said Portia.

      “With Herculean effort I undressed him then applied my limited oral skills to make him hard.  Next, I straddled him and managed to get the pole in the hole.  The first few strokes hurt a little but I persisted and just as I was getting everything working, his eyes popped open.  He threw me off and ran for the john where he proceeded to puke up another quart of rum and a gallon of coke.  He spent the rest of the night lying on the bathroom floor groaning.  I jerked off and fell asleep.”

     “The course of true love never runs smooth,” said Portia.  “And the other?”

     “Justin Cook, his family and mine are also good friends so I felt he would be a safe choice.  As it turned out, Justin had less experience with sex than I did.  The Cooks own a beautiful yacht they keep at a marina in Boston Harbor.  I’d been on it dozens of times for family cruises.  It had this incredible master stateroom with two Chagall’s and a Manet.  I got this idea in my head it would be an incredible romantic experience to have sex there,” said Stacy.

     “And the lesson learned was that great art does not make for great sex,” said Portia.

     “Not when your partner suffers from premature ejaculation.  Justin was a nerd in school.  He and I had an email friendship in which he was always bragging about the great sex he was having.  He’s studying software engineering at MIT.  I brought a black nightgown and a bottle of champagne.  I should have noticed right off he was a nervous wreck.  I put his cock in my mouth and he came instantly.”

     “Stacy, that’s not as rare as you think,” said Portia recalling a recent time she had acquired a face full of jism from an inexperienced Indian friend who had been showing her his sitar.

     “My tongue touched his penis and one second later I had a liquid lunch I washed down with champagne.  Justin apologized then tearfully informed me that his prior tales of sexual escapades were all lies.  I reassured him all would be well and the second time would rock my world.  My mouth got him hard but as he went to enter me, I felt something warm land on my belly,” said Stacy.

     “You are not the first female to encounter a quick shooter.  I’ve met more than a few,” said Portia. 

     “This time he was really upset.  It took me half an hour to calm him down and convince him the third time was a charm,” said Stacy.

     “But it wasn’t,” said Portia.

      “He managed to get just the tip in my vagina before he lost control,” said Stacy.

      “I spent the rest of the night on suicide watch.  We played computer games until the sun came up,” said Stacy.

     “Not exactly a favorable introduction to the pleasures of the flesh,” said Portia.

     “No, that day I made a decision to delay further experimentation until I was older or got married.  I bought into the idea that the problem was I didn’t give a shit about either of my partners.  But when I met someone I really cared about, everything would change and the sex would be great.”

     “How was it with the Italian stallion, the cop?  Let me guess, great.”

     “Terrific, I remember telling myself I was going to ask him to call me so we could do it again.  I had this crazy idea he really liked me and we’d start dating.”

     “Even though it was blackmail and he was married?”

     “Even though he blackmailed me and he was married with two children.  He showed me their pictures after we made love.  I had that good a time.  Frankly, if what he wants is for me to go out with him again, the DVD wasn’t necessary.  I would have anyway.”

     “He’s very good looking,” said Portia.

     “And a smooth talker, I was quite taken with Mike Cabreeze,” said Stacy.

     “You may not be the first college girl he’s blackmailed and seduced.  He sounds experienced.  He did his homework and knew exactly which of your buttons to push,” said Portia as he placed the roach in a nearby ashtray.  “You’re sort of a diamond in the rough, Stacia Todd.”

     “Me, what do you mean?”

     “Most girls your age and social class are more experienced about sex.  You’re learning things your peers learned years ago.  Roll over on your stomach.”

     “True, I blame my parents for that.  They kept me so busy that I didn’t have time to explore.   SAT drills, dance classes, and skeet practice took up all my spare time when I wasn’t in class or doing homework and studying.  Everybody in my school was worked to death.  It was very competitive too.  I remember when we were freshman, we had this discussion about how we were going to get into an Ivy League college,” said Stacy after she had rolled over.

     “And if you didn’t go to an Ivy League college you were a failure,” said Portia.  “Raise your hips.”

     “Yes, only total losers went to other schools unless it was Stanford,” said Stacy feeling Portia’s hands separate her buttocks.  “What are you going to do?”

     “Something I have wanted to do since we the semester started, rim your beautiful asshole,” said Portia sliding a pillow in place before taking hold of Stacy’s ankles and spreading her leg apart.

     “I used to think anything anal was disgusting,” said Stacy.  “But I licked Mike’s ass when he asked me.”

     “Was it squeaky clean, a little funky, or are you a shit licker,” asked Portia burying her nose in Stacy’s crack to inhale the aroma.

     “Christ, I think I’m a shit licker,” said Stacy relaxing into the sensation of having Portia’s nose pressing against her sphincter as she recalled not being put off by the smell and taste of Mike’s stained anus.

     “Nothing wrong with that, a swallow of fresh pee and the taste of shit is one of my favorite sexual appetizers.  Bu we can get into that later.  My grandfather had an old saying.  Life was like the old lady who kissed a cow, it’s all a matter of taste,” said Portia placing her tongue on Stacy’s sphincter.

     “I licked Mike’s butthole and he didn’t even ask me to.  Oh that feels good,” said Stacy feeling the tip of Portia’s tongue tease her anus.

     “Lust and desire propel us to take actions we would otherwise avoid.  You asshole tastes delicious,” said Portia reaching under Stacy to massage her clit.

     “If you keep sucking my butt and playing with my clit, I’ll come,” said Stacy.

     “That’s the idea,” said Portia forking her fingers around Stacy’s clit and squeezing it.

     “And once I get off, it’s my turn to eat your butt.”

     “I have to warn you.  I’m not too clean down there,” said Portia.

     “Good,” said Stacy.