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"Oh yeah?" Theo said, blushing a little. "Well I'll admit that I find you attractive, even with a penis."
"Really?" I asked. My cock was really starting to fill in now. The head was swelling and the shaft kept lifting off my thighs, then relaxing back down.
Theo laughed. "Yeah, it might be crazy, but it's kind of hot what you're doing right now. I mean, sometimes it's hard to tell if a girl is really turned on just by looking. But right now I can tell that you're getting pretty horny."
I looked down at my dick. It was really stiff now, standing at an angle out from my crotch. Again, I was surprised by its size and girth. So was Theo. "Jesus, that is a big one. I feel a little jealous!"
"I don't think yours is that much smaller," I said.
"That's not much of a consolations," Theo laughed. "Anyways, I've always been more of a grower than a shower."
"So how's it right now?" I asked.
"Well, I'm a little confused, so it's kind of limp."
"Let me see."
"Really?"
"Yeah! What's the old game? I'll show you mine, you show me yours?"
Theo smiled widely. "This is crazy Cass, you know that?"
I said, "It's been a crazy day."
Theo was sitting in the one chair in the room, a rolling desk chair that looked out of place without a desk. He stood and as he moved to the couch he unbuckled and slid off his pants. I turned to face him, my back to the arm of the sofa. He sat facing me and pulled his dick from his boxer-briefs. It was limp, but not entirely shrunken, and it looked about five inches long. Compared with my big ten-inch dick, it did look a little intimidated.
Theo asked, "So can you, like, feel it? Does it feel like having a penis?"
I noticed his own dick twitch at the question. It seemed like just thinking about dicks made dicks hard. Guys are weird.
"I mean, I assume so. I've never had a dick before."
There, Theo's cock twitched again. I could see it growing a little stiffer, the head swelling a little. I liked turning him on like that. For the first time in the day, I felt like I had control of the situation. "I can tell you that I've had some pretty good feelings with it," I said.
Theo raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
I blushed a little, and decided to confess everything. "Well," I said, "in the library when I discovered this dick, I got really turned on. I mean, like, full boner."
Theo laughed in shock, and I saw that his cock was filling out. I saw his hand move towards it unknowingly, but stop at his thigh.
I started explaining to Theo what happened in my secluded little spot in the library. How I'd started masturbating, and how I'd cummed twice. By the end of my description, Theo had a full erection, the same dark-skinned staff I'd seen and caressed in Greece. His hand played subconsciously with the base of his cock, as if he couldn't resist touching it. My own cock was still full and erect.
Theo was staring me in the eye, but kept glancing down at the huge growth between my legs. "God, Cassy," he gasped, "that's actually really hot. I never thought I'd be turned on by something like that."
"And yet," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at his erection.
Theo licked his lips. "Can you... can you show me?"
"What?" I asked.
"What it looks like when you touch yourself."
I was really turned on by this point too. I loved that telling Theo about my library adventures had turned him on so much. I wasn't sure which cock I wanted to touch first. Feeling flushed, I unbuttoned the top of my white blouse, revealing a lacy red bra that matched my pleated red skirt, bunched up around my big, swollen cock. I saw Theo's eyes racing between my face, my exposed bra, and my dick. His hand was gently stroking his own cock, just his fingertips grazing the sides.
I spat into my hand and started rubbing the head of my cock. "This feels really good," I said. "I didn't know it would make me feel so uncontrolled."
Theo spat into his own hand and copied my motion. "Doesn't it feel good? I loved when you had your lips around the head of my cock, just like that. Not moving any further, not backing away. Just licking and sucking on the tip. Drove me crazy."
With my other hand I started stroking up and down the shaft of my cock, slowly and lightly. "When I go like this, it's almost like someone's got me in their mouth. I feel my head and shaft all warm and tingling."
Again, Theo copied my motions. He said, "I do this when I imagine you're deep-throating me. Or when I think about fucking you deeply."
"Do you like to play with your balls when you touch yourself?" I asked.
"Sometimes," said Theo. He reached down down with one hand and gently touched his balls. "It depends how sensitive they are, and how turned on I am."
I reached down and took my balls in hand while still stroking my cock. It felt good to squeeze them gently, to tug a little on the whole sack. Then I slipped a finger down and pressed just below my balls. "Oh!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah that's a good spot too," Theo said. "Sometimes I press there right when I'm about to cum and it just makes me go crazy."
"I didn't know there were so many spots," I said. "I thought guys were simple."
"We act simple!" Theo laughed. He was still stroking his cock, and he started scooting closer to me on the couch. "Cassy, watching you touch your cock is amazing. I love matching your movements. But will you take off your shirt and bra? I want to see more of you."
I stopped touching myself for just long enough to strip away my shirt and undo my bra. I don't have the largest tits, but they're round and perky and they seem to hypnotize the boys. Theo was no different.
"You're definitely not all man," he joked. He leaned forward, still touching himself, and sucked on one of my nipples. I started stroking myself again. We were sitting so close now that our hands sometimes grazed each other while stroking up and down. I moaned with pleasure. My nipples had been so sensitive all day.
Theo continued to suck on my nipples. With one hand he masturbated, and with the other squeezed my breasts. He started kissing up my collar and neck, and soon we were kissing deeply. I reached over with one hand and rubbed the head of his penis while he stroked the shaft. My other hand was busy on my cock, rubbing pre-cum from the tip all down along the shaft and stroking. Looking down, I saw that our cocks were crossed like two swords before a duel. I tilted my face back to Theo and kept kissing him.
Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tighten. I knew what this meant now. "Theo, I think... I think I'm going to cum."
"Me too!" he gasped.
We both looked down at our cocks as we stroked them, Theo's beneath a well-muscled dark chest, mine beneath jiggling breasts with swollen pink nipples. My breathing shortened. I couldn't take my eyes off of our cocks, off of Theo stroking his, off of my big swollen head. I suddenly tensed, just as Theo did, and we came at the same time. Rockets of cum shot up across our bellies and chests. I came all over Theo's thighs, his taut abs, even on his cock. Theo's cum arced up onto my breasts, and dribbled down onto my belly. Again and again, cum shot out in two directions, and we didn't stop stroking until our very last gasps.
"Oh my god," Theo said. "That was amazing." He leaned back against his side of the couch.
I slid over him, our cum intermingling between our bodies. I kissed Theo deeply. I felt my cock, now limp, sliding over his thighs and even his dick. "Can I take a shower?" I asked.
"We'll take one together," he replied.
I already felt blood returning to my dick at the thought.
Part Four: God of Trickery
Leaving Theo's apartment, my hair was wet and my cock was sore. I had it tucked into my panties, but having stroked it so much this morning was taking its toll. In the shower, Theo had helped clean the cum off my breasts and belly, and then his hands had wandered down. As we made out, he stroked my cock until it was fully hard again, using soap as a lube. I returned the favor, and we stood there in the spray of hot water panting until once again we came together.
As we dried, Theo put forward a theory. "This may be crazy," he said, "but maybe your new feature has to do something with what we did in Greece?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, taking my time drying between my legs. Theo still couldn't keep his eyes off me. He kept stealing glances at my bare tits, my tight ass, and the dick between my legs.
"Okay, I don't believe in any of this, keep in mind," Theo said, drying himself. "But Hermes is a trickster god, right? He tricks Apollo out of his cattle, he tricks Zeus into eating the bones in a sacrifice instead of the meat. You gave me that incredible blowjob right in front of one of Hermes' stone phallus, remember?"
"Yeah, the herma."
"Well, maybe this is a result. Hermes is playing a trick on you for, I don't know, desecrating his herma or something."
I gave Theo a cold stare as I patted my breasts dry. "Let me get this straight. You think some ancient god of trade and travel gave me a dick as a trick?"
Theo laughed. "I told you it would sound crazy. But can you think of anything else?"
I shrugged. "Maybe I was just tucking it in when I blew you in Greece?"
"Honestly I kind of wondered that."
I slapped Theo lightly in the chest. "Theo! I am all 100% woman! Had you not been staring at my lips on your cock, you would have seen me drilling my own wet pussy."
"Hm, I think I'd like to see that."
I took my now limp dick in hand and twirled it around a bit. "What, this isn't enough for you?"
Theo chuckled. "This is crazy!" he said, running his hand through his wet hair. "Maybe Vistra knows more."
"Professor Dartien?"
"Yeah, she is an expert on Greek and Roman Mythology. If anyone would know about a curse from a trickster god, it would be her."
I considered it. "Do you think she'd believe me?"
"I'll call her first. I think I've earned her trust."
"Alright," I said. "We'll see what our dear professor has to say."
I knocked on the door in the history department marked with Professor Dartien's name.
"The door's unlocked," came her voice.
Through the door, Professor Dartien's office was like a museum shoved into a single room. The walls were lined with shelves, every inch of which was covered in books, journals, photographs, paintings, and artifacts: masks and totems, necklaces and carved stones, dried leather fetishes and bits of ceremonial clothing. Behind a large desk (covered in paperwork, laptops, and even more artifacts), Professor Dartien sat in an ornate wooden chair carved with mythological figures.
The professor wore a black sleeveless top and a gray skirt decorated with large black buttons. She had her dark hair pinned back, revealing a supple neck and strong jawline. Professor Dartien had flawless tan skin, with a strong nose and delicate features. Her eyes were large and framed by dark lashes, and I saw her trace her gaze from my white flats to my pleated skirt to my white blouse and black hair approvingly.
"Thank you for making time, Professor," I said.
She smiled and motioned me to a small couch in the corner. There was a quilt printed with exotic patterns on the back, and the throw-pillows looked well-worn. I wondered if the professor sometimes slept here... and irrationally, I wondered who shared the couch with her at night.
I shook my head of the thought. I didn't want my new cock to start tenting my skirt here. I needed the professor's advice!
"Cassidy, right?" Professor Dartien asked. She had a strong tenor voice, with a European tinge to it. "I remember you from class."
I smiled. It's always nice to be remembered by a professor. "I also volunteered with the program in Greece this summer," I said.
"That's right! What a wonderful expedition. I'll be publishing a paper on it this year, and your name will be listed with the volunteers. It's a good entry point to getting published yourself."
I nodded. All this was academically exciting, but sitting with my legs crossed tightly on the couch, I could feel my dick pressed between my thighs.
"Did Theo call?" I asked.
Professor Dartien nodded. She'd turned the chair to face me, and I saw she was barefoot, her black heels left on the floor. Her bare feet made the stuffed office suddenly feel more intimate, as if we were in her bedroom. The professor took off her clear-framed glasses and rolled her neck, rubbing muscles tense from reading and research. Her sleeveless black blouse had a deep neck, and revealed the tops of large round breasts. I caught myself staring at her cleavage, and I blushed. Since when did I stare at women like that? I felt like I had two brains commanding me, one in my head and one between my legs.
Professor Dartien, still rubbing her shoulders and neck, replied, "He did call. He explained your problem. Honestly, I'm not sure what's more unbelievable... that Hermes cursed you with a, shall we say, herma of your own, or that Theo has such a beautiful girlfriend."
My blush spread. "Oh, Theo and I aren't in a- we just-" I didn't know what to say.
Professor Dartien smiled warmly. "Say no more," she said. "Tell me what you know of Hermes."
I explained that Hermes has started as a fertility god, but the phallic nature of the herma used to worship him were also useful as border markings, and so he became the god of borders, and thus the roads that curved around those borders, and thus travelers, and thus traveling merchants. Also, since crossing boundaries was an act of trickery, Hermes was known as a trickster god.
As I talked, Professor Dartien stood and perused her extensive library. From behind, I admired her fine figure. Her skirt clung to her hips, and though she was nearing middle age, Professor Dartien's ass beneath the gray fabric was perky and fit. She was a tall woman too, nearly six foot, and as she raised an arm to a high shelf I admired the lithe muscles that shifted beneath her tan skin.
Professor Dartien turned with an old journal in her hand. She caught my eye, and saw something there. She gave a twisted half-smile and I felt heat bloom in my neck and face.
"You're obviously a good student," Professor Dartien said. "You remind me of myself in college." She sat down on the couch opposite, tucking one leg beneath her, the other bare leg grazing the floor absentmindedly. Professor Dartien showed me the old journal with faded green covers. "In college I was obsessed with Hermes. I grew up on ranches in the Italian countryside, and borders were everything. Some of us children stayed within the borders our whole lives, serving our families on the ranches. And some of us spent our lives crossing borders."
Professor Dartien flipped through the journal and pulled an old polaroid from between the pages. She passed it to me. "God, I must have been seventeen when that picture was taken. I was such a hippie then!"
I saw a bonfire surrounded by teenagers, all with dark hair and very little clothing. "That was one of our last bacchanalias, as we called them," Professor Dartien laughed. She pointed to one figure, a girl wearing a fringed vest and panties, and not much else. "We tried to get as close to nature as possible. We tried connecting with the old gods, through what we thought of as old rituals. But as teenagers we knew as little of the gods as we did of sex, and to be honest that's all we thought about and pretty much all we did at these parties."
Looking closely at the professor, I could see that wild-haired girl still buried beneath the prim figure on the couch across from me.
"Crossing a border signalled something at that age," Professor Dartien continued. Her gaze was on the photograph, but also through it. She took a deep breath, and I imagined she was smelling the smoke from the bonfire. "Crossing the border meant you were crossing into a willingness to try new things, to be someone knew. It was so liberating! The next year, of course, I crossed a tremendous border when I came to the states for college. And I've spent the rest of my life crossing boundaries, going to new places, and trying new things." Professor Dartien raised her eyes from the photograph to my face.
"In college, I wrote my thesis on Hermes, and how his mythology should be adopted by the new feminist movement. I argued that Hermes was a very feminine god, despite his propensity for enormous stone penises," she laughed, and showed me some pages from the journal on which she had drawn dozens of hermas, some more detailed than others. "I'll admit, I was a little obsessed with hermas, with the idea of penises marking the borders to new experiences. I argued at the time that Hermes was showing us that all the penises in our lives, all the penises running our families and our businesses and our government, were preventing women from crossing into new territories.
Keep in mind I discovered my own sexuality in college. After a brief stint giving blowjobs behind the bleachers, I became a rather tenacious lesbian. I used all that herma talk to seduce women at parties." Professor Dartien opened her journal to another page, on which I saw a phone number written next to a faded lipstick kiss. She smiled wistfully. "God, I remember this girl. She crossed a few borders on my body..."
Professor Dartien bit her lip, and I saw her foot moving where it was tucked beneath her body. I imagined the foot was pressed up against her crotch or ass. Professor Dartien's story was turning me on a bit too. I adjusted my body, trying to keep the pleats of my skirt from revealing the bulge beneath.
Professor Dartien looked me in the eye. "I guess Cass," she said, "you have to decide what Hermes is trying to show you. Is this herma a border you're not willing to cross?" Her gaze dropped to my skirt. "Or are you willing to step across the boundary line into new territories?"
Professor Dartien stood, reached up, and took the pins from her hair. Long, dark curls tumbled down over her neck and shoulders. "Ah, that's better." She leaned against the desk, then pushed herself up to sit upon it. Her gray skirt rode up over her knees, revealing her long, strong calves.
I asked, "What do you mean, new territories?"
Professor Dartien smiled. She said, "When I was in college, kids weren't quite as liberated as your generation. Being a lesbian was such a shock. That was a border difficult to cross, but one I've never looked back from. You know, I even tried to dedicate my lesbianism to Hermes himself."
"Really?"
Professor Dartien laughed at the memory. "Let's see, what was her named? Brittany? Betty? Something midwestern. She wasn't my first female lover, but she was the first I'd really fallen in love- or maybe lust- with. On a warm night near the end of my freshman year, I led Betty out into the woods off campus and to a herma I'd made by piling stones. I'd brought some cheap wine, and we'd already had shots back at my dorm room, so we were both pretty toasted. I laid Betty down in front of the herma and went down on her. I guess I considered that to be crossing boundaries. When she came, I remember saying, 'I dedicate this offering to Hermes, and by taking of it I cross the border into my new life.' Then I lapped her clean."
I stared, shocked, at Professor Dartien. Beneath my skirt, my cock was swelling, pressing against the pink fabric of my panties. I could feel my nipples, too, poking against my lacy red bra and white blouse.
Professor Dartien stared down at me from her perch on the desk. "Did Hermes listen? Who knows? But I haven't had a dick since that night, and as you see I've had a lot of success crossing boundaries since then." She motioned to the collection of artifacts, books, and diplomas covering her walls. "So Cassidy, as your professor, I guess my advice is to pray. Not to God, of course, that old stodgy bastard, but to the old gods, those who inspire us in ancient myths and dramas to try new things."
"Thank you, professor," I said. I stood to leave, and realized my cock was making an obvious bulge against my skirt. Professor Dartien gave it an interested look, raising a fine dark eyebrow.
"There's a bathroom just out in the hall if you need some time," she said.
Blushing thoroughly, I thanked Professor Dartien once again, exited her office, and darted into the bathroom.
Luckily I was alone. I splashed cold water on my face and breathed deeply. As my erection slowly subsided, I thought about the professor's advice. I had two ways of looking at today's events. Either this was a dream, in which case nothing I did had real consequences. Or it was a test by the ancient god Hermes, in which case I had no real control. Either way, I saw no immediate solution to my problem, no real way to remove to big cock between my legs.
On the other hand, I could take the professor's advice and use the dick as an entry point to a new territory. An opportunity to try new things.
My phone buzzed. I checked, and saw a message from my old friend Piri, she of the sixteen blowjobs. Over the summer I'd sent her pictures of my trip to Greece over the summer, and since the start of the new school year we'd been meaning to reconnect.
'Party @ Denver's tonite. U coming?'
Denver, a mutual friend and ski-enthusiast from, you guessed it, Denver, Colorado, had rented a huge house with his ski-buddies and often held big parties full of booze, music, and hot guys. The idea of attending a party with a cock in my pants sounded insane. I was ready to text back that I was sick, but I thought again of the professor's words. This was an opportunity to cross a border. To show I was willing to try something new. To be someone new.
'Ya, see u there!' I texted back.
Tonight as the sun set I would ready myself to step past my herma over a boundary. I didn't know what waited for me on the other side. But I was excited to find out.
Part Five: God of Transgressions
I arrived at Denver's in tight blue jeans and a sleeveless black top that tied around my neck, showing off my shoulders and upper back. The top really complimented my breasts, and I'd worn it without a bra in the hopes of showing Hermes that I was truly liberated, past my normal boundaries. I'd carefully tucked my dick between my thighs, and I hoped the tight jeans kept it there.
The party was already in full swing. Music pulsed from multiple rooms, and the entryway was crowded with drunk college students. I made my way through a living room converted into a beer-pong colosseum, a kitchen in which every surface was covered in bottles, cans, or red plastic cups, and out the sliding glass door to the backyard.
As I crossed through the threshold, my phone buzzed. Without looking at who was calling, I answered. "Piri?"
"No, it's Theo. Where are you? I've been trying to call you all day."
"I'm... sorry. I talked with Professor Dartien and I've just been trying to figure things out."
"Well I want to see you. I want to do more than see you, I want to hold you and be here for you."
I sighed. In truth, I wanted what Theo was offering. I wanted to snuggle in his strong, dark arms and feel the warmth of his embrace. I wanted his hands all over me like they'd been before, on my face and my breasts, and ass and even my cock. But apparently Hermes wanted me to cross new boundaries, try out new things. And I'd already had Theo today. I brushed off the old argument.
"Look Theo, I told you before. I'm just not looking for a relationship. I like you, I really do, and today was really special."
"Today was like nothing I've ever experienced," Theo said. "You're making me feel new things, Cass. I need to talk with you about it in person."
I'll admit, I almost left the party at that point. I mean, all last year I'd been aiming myself towards Theo's heart, and how he was offering it to me on a platter.
But I couldn't. I needed to figure out how to get rid of this dick before too long. It had been a distracting enough day, masturbating and cumming over and over, and I couldn't imagine continuing my studies with this horny python in my pants.
"Theo, I'll call you back later," I said coldly, and I hung up.
In the backyard, the party had surrounded the lit pool. It was a warm night, but nobody had jumped into the lit clear water yet. The light beneath the water cast shifting patterns of shadows and illumination on the dozens of college students drinking, talking and dancing. I looked around and saw my friend Piri. She stood talking with three tall guys by the edge of the pool. Piri loved tall guys.
It must have been the effect of opposites attracting, because Piri herself was short, barely five feet. She was a beautiful Thai girl with golden skin and chestnut hair cropped in a pixie-cut. She was stunning, with incredible round breasts and a bubble butt. Tonight she wore a small striped tank-top and cut-off jean shorts that barely crested her ass. A tattoo of a flowering vine crept from her outer thigh up her ribs and across her shoulder. She waved me over.
"Cass!" she squealed. She gave me a tight squeeze, but I tried to end the hug before long so she wouldn't feel anything extra packed within my clothes. "I'm so glad you're here! I want to hear everything about the hunky teaching assistant and your summer adventures. Did you ever get in his pants?"
"I'll, uh, tell you all about it later," I said. Piri introduced me to the three guys, who were already drunk enough to be indistinguishable. One of the dudes went to get me a drink, and I made small talk with the other two. Piri had her eyes on me, looking me up and down. As I was handed a red cup of beer, she came close.
"You look really hot tonight, Cassy. There's something different about you," she said, stepping even closer. She brought her lips to my ear and in a soft voice said, "I thought I had these guys cornered, but it's like I'm invisible. If you want, they're all yours."
I laughed and took another look at the three dudes. Two of them were literally indistinguishable, just regular white bros in popped collars and backwards baseball hats. But one of the boys was dressed in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, nice tight chinos and brown cowboy books. I gave him an appraising look. "Where are you from?" I asked.
"Colorado," he said. "I actually grew up with Dennis- er, Denver as you call him. I'm just visiting."
"Are those cowboy boots authentic?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied, tipping an invisible Stetson. "I grew up on a ranch and I still help out during the summers. I'm actually studying Agricultural Management. The name's Kenneth."
The cowboy and I wound up talking for the next hour or so, trading stories about growing up in small towns and we refilled our drinks. I was drinking quickly, trying to find a border to cross. I wondered if Kenneth would be the herma marking my transgression.
I was about to invite Kenneth to a back room when he suddenly looked up and waved. "Denver!" he shouted, giving his friend a strong, manly hug.
"Hi Kenneth, hey Cass," Denver smiled. He was a broad-shouldered friendly ski-hunk, with lanky blond hair and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow. Tonight he wore flip-flops, board shorts, and an old woven poncho. "I'm glad to see you two connecting. Have you seen Piri around?"
I said she had last been seen with two tall guys, and a wicked grin appeared on Denver's face. "I hope she hasn't left yet," he said. "I'd promised her tonight would be special."
From inside his poncho he brought out a huge jar full of green liquid. The words "Bubble Bath" were displayed in fat white letters on the front.
Kenneth laughed. "We haven't done this since high school," he said and turned to me. "You pour in the bubble bath liquid, but it needs to be churned around to get activated. So if everyone jumps in at once and starts swimming and splashing, the whole pool turns into a big bubble bath."
"Sounds like fun," I said, "though I didn't bring a swimsuit."
Kenneth shrugged. "I don't think anyone did. Is that going to stop you?"
"Will it stop you, cowboy boots?"
In answer, Kenneth reached down and slid his feet from his boots. "I'm going to find a dry place for these. Be right back."
As Denver walked to the side of the pool and started pouring in the gloppy green liquid, I spotted Piri emerging from the sliding glass door. I waved her over. She had in her hands a clear drink. "Vodka?"
"No, just water," she said. Piri took a sip, gargled it in her mouth, then spit it onto the lawn. "I'm trying to get the taste of cum out of my mouth."
I gasped. No matter how much time I spent with Piri, I never got used to her frankness with sex. "One of those guys?" I asked.
"Both of those guys," she said, giving me a bright look with her green eyes. "A two-for-one tall guy special. Why, are we having a competition again? I still can't believe you won the last one."
I was going to shake my head, but I stopped myself. "I don't know, Piri," I said. "I'm kind of looking for new experiences tonight."
On the other side of the pool, Denver was calling people over. Soon a good thirty party-goers surrounded the pool. Denver shouted out, "In like thirty seconds, we're all going to jump in and turn this into a giant bubble bath. Get yourselves ready!"
Piri cried out in excitement. "You going in?" She immediately started stripping, pulling down her booty shorts and revealing tiny blue panties.
I thought about what would happen if I pulled down my pants. My cock would be immediately visible to everyone at the party. I wondered how Piri would react to that, or Kenneth. "No, I don't think so. I guess I'm feeling a little cold."
Then I felt warm hands on my shoulders. "You look tense," Kenneth said, running large thumbs against a knot in my back. I looked back and saw that he had stripped down to tighty-whities, revealing a lean, muscular body and a small patch of curly brown chest hair. I could see the bulge of his dick, but I tried not to stare. "It's just for fun, you don't have to go in if you don't want."
"Fuck it," I said. I untied my top and threw it off. I felt the warm night air on my breasts and my nipples reacting to both the breeze and the surprised stares of Piri and Kenneth.
"Hell yeah!" Piri said. She stripped off her own tank-top, uncovering her round, beautiful tits. Kenneth stared open-mouthed between us.
Denver shouted, "Three! Two! One!"
All at once, everyone jumped into the pool. Everyone, that is, except for me. I hesitated for a moment, and as water and foam splashed up, I took the opportunity to strip off my pants. I didn't think anyone would see my panties bulging, but I quickly leapt in to make sure.
Already a thick layer of bubbles lay in cloud-like piles on the surface of the water. With all the churning bodies, more and more foam layered up. Soon we couldn't see below the surface at all.
This was perfect, because the movement of the water and the excitement of all the half-naked bodies around me had my cock swollen. I could feel it pressing against the fabric of my panties. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
From between mountains of foam, Siri swam over to me. She had plastered her tits with foam, making a kind of impromptu bikini. "This is amazing!" she cried.
I saw a dark form beneath her in the water, and suddenly she was lifted up on the shoulders of Kenneth. She shouted out with joy, her legs wrapped around his neck.
"Hey girls!" he called out.
I looked at these two figures, these beautiful people, illuminated by the underwater light softened by the foam and bubbles. Kenneth's light skin next to Piri's caramel. Kenneth's well-muscled chest and Piri's stunning curves, exposed to the night air. What would they think if they could see what I was hiding beneath the foam?
From behind I heard the voice of one of the tall guys from before. "Your turn, girl!" he shouted, and I felt strong hands on my hips.
I tried to call out no, but before I knew it I was being lifted up and placed on the broad shoulders of one of the bros. I looked down. My thighs sat squarely on the guy's strong shoulders, but in my position my cock was sandwiched between my belly and the back of his head. I expected at any moment for him to throw me off in disgust.
"Foam fight!" Piri called out. She took a handful of bubbles and flung them my way.
"Get them!" my bro mount shouted. He started charging through the water towards Kenneth and Piri. Either he didn't notice my cock or didn't care. Either way I seemed to be safe.
We crashed into Kenneth and Piri, and all four of us started shoveling handfuls of foam in all directions. Flailing around, laughing, I took a double-handful of bubbles and plopped them down over Piri. My bro tilted forward, and for a moment my hands landed right on Piri's breasts. Trying to recover my balance, I grabbed her, one hand squeezing a tit and the other circling around to her back.
"Cassy!" Piri cried, surprised. I looked at her, embarrassed, but she was only smiling. Kenneth too was watching.
"Hey should I be jealous of what's going on up there?"
"Huh?" said my bro. He tried looking up, and the back of his head pressed by now erect cock back against my belly. There was a look of confusion on his face. "What's that?" he asked, wiggling his head back and forth to get a better feel.
I'll admit it felt kind of good. My cock was slippery from the water and the bubbles, and with Piri's firm body in my hands it was difficult to focus. But before my ride could make any more discoveries, I shouted out, "Kowabunga!" and launched myself from his shoulders towards my friends. All three of us splashed down below the water.
Underneath was a chaos of swimming bodies, foamy water, and an interplay of light and shadows. Kenneth swam by me, heading towards the surface, but Piri used the opportunity to do some underwater somersaults. As I swam back up, I felt something funny below. The force of my leap had shifted my underwear, and my cock was sticking out from the side. I almost choked underwater- Piri might see it at any moment! I shoved my dick back into my panties and swam towards the edge of the pool.
Quickly I found my jeans and top. However, I wasn't the only one getting out of the pool. All around, half-naked, foam-covered bodies were lifting themselves out of the water, and either finding their clothes or horseplaying on the lawn. Were I to get out now, my cock would be seen by everyone.
I saw Denver sitting on the lawn, lighting a glass pipe. I shouted out to him. "Hey Denver! Can you get me a towel?"
He coughed out a cloud of smoke and nodded. A few minutes later, he came out from his house with a big yellow bath towel. "Thanks," I said. He was watching me, and I realized he wanted to see my body, my tits and my wet panties, as I emerged from the pool. "Hey, do you see Piri and Kenneth anywhere?"
Denver searched the pool, and as he looked away I slipped from the water and immediately wrapped the fluffy towel around my waist. Denver looked back, a little disappointed and abashed. "I wouldn't worry about those two," he said. "In fact, I think Kenneth might really be into you."
"Oh yeah?" I noticed Denver eyeing my breasts, but at this point I really didn't mind. Goosebumps broke out around my nipples, which stood out like two pink thumbs. My hair was dripping wet, but I didn't want to lift the towel to dry myself while someone could see what was hidden beneath.
Denver continued, "Yeah, he's into smart, beautiful girls like you. I mean, who isn't? It's a shame he's leaving tomorrow back for Colorado. Oh look, there he is!" He pointed me towards Kenneth, who was pulling himself out of the water. I allowed myself a long look at the muscles at play on his lanky frame, and the shape of his ass beneath his now transparent underwear. "He's a nice guy, Cass. But he can be a little too polite. He probably won't make a move unless you do."
I thanked Denver and put on my top. I slid my jeans on beneath the towel and then, cock firmly in place, I finally dried my hair. By the time I walked over to Kenneth, he had put on his white button-down shirt, but was still pantsless. sitting in a lounge chair. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked.
He smiled warmly at me and nodded.
I made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with some rum and Cokes. We sat drinking and watching the people still playing in the pool. Piri kept appearing at the surface, then diving down like a seal to pop up somewhere else. Anywhere she was in the pool, guys would start swimming over. At one point we laughed when we saw she was surrounded by five different guys. "Is she okay?" Kenneth asked.
"Oh yeah, Piri really likes the attention," I said. "I mean, notice that her hands are not above the surface of the water?"
"You don't mean..." Kenneth trailed off.
"Oh, she's got at least one dick in a hand right now," I said. "Piri was raised on a commune in northern California. She has a really liberated view of sex, sees it as equal to eating a good meal or taking a beautiful hike."
Kenneth squinted at the guys. "Which one do you think is getting the handy?"
I pointed to one guy with a tattoo of a kraken on his shoulder blade. "He's the only one not looking at Piri's tits," I said.
Kenneth guffawed.
"I'll admit, jumping in that pool half-naked was pretty wild. Does Denver always do that at his parties?"
"Didn't he in Colorado?"
"Oh hell no! Kenneth and I met in a Dungeons & Dragons group. In fact, each time he visits home we gather our friends for another game. I think he kind of chose to play a character when he came to college."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Don't tell me that almost skinny dipping is the wildest thing you've done, cowboy."
Kenneth slowly smiled. "If you make me another rum and Coke, I'll tell you my wildest story."
"It's a deal."
In the next round of drinks I doubled the rum. Kenneth sipped his, then told me about his ex-girlfriend who had a serious fetish for sex in cars. "Our first time was in the back of her pick-up," he said, "parked on a hillside overlooking the town. I thought it was just romantic. But she always got turned on by being in a car with me. So once we were driving together to the city and she starts telling me all these fantasies she has about us in the car. How she wants to have me jerk off on the windshield while she touches herself in the driver's seat. How she wants to use the gear stick as a dildo. How she keeps a vibrator in the glove compartment for long, lonely drives. I can't believe what she's telling me, but it's really turning both of us on. I reach over to her lap, and she unbuttons her shorts. Now keep in mind we are driving on the freeway, like seventy miles per hour, in broad daylight. But I work my hand under her underpants and she is soaking wet. I start touching her. She's squirming around, sucking on her fingers, touching her tits. She actually pulls down the top of her tank-top and lets her breasts out, there in broad daylight. I've got a raging boner at this point, and she reaches over and unzips me. Starts stroking me right there on the highway.
So there's a tollbooth right at the end of the highway, only I don't want to stop and have someone see us so I swerve over to to auto-pay. Only I don't have one of those fancy devices that automatically pays the toll, you know I just don't drive to the city that often. We drive through and I hear this angry beep. But I don't care, I'm going crazy. I'm fingering her and rubbing her and she's stroking me and playing with her nipples. I pull over to an emergency pull-out, put on my hazards, and jump over to her seat. She puts her chair all the way back, I enter her and we both immediately cum at the same time."
Kenneth finished his drink. "Oh boy, I can't believe I told you that," he said, looking embarrassed. "I think I may have had too much to drink."
I cleared my throat. In truth I had hung on every word. In my tight jeans, my cock was pressed hotly against my inner thigh. I didn't know if in the dark Kenneth could see my breasts clearly, but my nipples stood out against my sleeveless top. "That's pretty wild," I said.
"Oh, but here's the funny part. Because I didn't pay the toll, I get this big envelope in the mail. It's a bill for the toll, and it's got a picture of my car to prove it. You can see the front license plate, and the windshield, and inside you can see my girlfriend and I. She's holding my dick and I've got fingers in her pussy and her tits are just hanging out. Boy, the guys at the DMV must have loved that one."
I laughed. "Are you still seeing her?"
Kenneth shook his head. "We had a good time, but then she moved. Still, we meet up sometimes when she visits. That girl is learning things in the world. I'll tell you, each time she comes back she wants to try something new."
"Oh?"
Kenneth smiled. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I don't normally talk like this. You probably think I'm some kind of weirdo."
I looked Kenneth in the eye. "I think it's kind of hot, actually. Will you get us another drink?"
Kenneth blushed, and then stood up awkwardly. I could see his erection through his underpants, though he tried to pull down his white shirt to hide it. He looked around for his pants, zipped up, then went to the kitchen.
Crossing borders, I thought to myself. Well, I'd never been to Colorado before. Maybe fucking Kenneth would constitute traveling to a new place? But as a small-town guy, I knew Kenneth would not be as open-minded as Theo had been. I'd have to lead him to opening up the possibility of having sex with a chick with a dick. I guess I'd have to help him cross over a boundary he didn't even know was there.
When Kenneth returned, I asked, "What kinds of things does your ex like to try?"
Kenneth nearly choked on his drink. "I, uh, thought you were going to change the topic."
"I like this topic, Kenneth. Don't you?"
Kenneth grinned. "Yeah, I guess I do. Were you raised on a commune or something, like Piri?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I just like sex. I guess you could say that's the character I've been trying to play in college. I see this as an opportunity to meet a lot of attractive people and try a lot of interesting things." I brushed the hair from my face.
"So you like trying new things too, huh?"
"Yeah, but you didn't answer my question."
"Oh well... the last time she came into town, we did some roleplaying. She was a my maid, and I was some rich dude."
I nodded. "Interesting. Did you like that?"
Kenneth shrugged. "Eh, I found it a little silly. I also didn't really like bossing her around."
Wow, I reflected, Denver's right. Kenneth's a nice guy. Still, it was fun pulling him from his comfort zone, getting him to open up. I was getting a good thrill from it. My cock was stiff in my pants, and I had to cross my legs to hide it.
"What else have you tried?"
"Well that's not fair," said Kenneth. "I've already shared all my sexual secrets. How about you? What have you tried?"
I laughed, and we started trading stories, checking off things we'd both done. I was surprised by how far Kenneth's ex-girlfriend had pushed his sexual norms.
"Footplay?" I asked.
Kenneth nodded. "Deep-throat?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course! Threesome?"
And so on, each of us trying to one-up the other. It turns out we'd both tried out a lot of things. There was only one area where I was new.
"Have you had anal sex?" Kenneth asked.
I shook my head. "I haven't had the guts to try it. I fantasize about it sometimes, but I worry that I'm just dirty back there. It's kind of embarrassing to think about."
"No, I understand. I think that's part of the thrill of it, right, doing something in a place that gives a lot of pleasure but maybe isn't supposed to?"
I nodded, shifting in my seat. My cock was practically throbbing by now. Looking down, I could see a visible bulge, the shape of the shaft and head clear against my tight jeans. I bunched up the yellow towel and placed it in my lap.
Kenneth licked his lips and leaned in close. I could smell the rum on his breath. I realized he'd had a lot more to drink than I had. "You know, if you're worried about not being clean... I guess you just took a bubble bath."
I laughed. "That's true! My asshole's probably sparkling with cleanliness right now."
"You could eat dinner off of it."
"Kenneth!"
"I'm just saying!"
"Are you asking me to try something new right now?"
Kenneth blushed but kept his smile. "Well, I kind of like you, and I think you like me. I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for while, but if you want we can have some fun tonight."
"And you'll fuck me in the ass?"
"Cassidy!"
"What, I thought it was your idea!"
"Yeah, but it sounds so crude!"
"It's gotten you pretty hot, you have to admit," I put a hand on his thigh and edged it towards the visible bulge in his pants.
"If you don't want to, I don't want to pressure you," he said. But I shut him up with a deep kiss.
Taking Kenneth's hand, I led him through the kitchen to a back hallway. All the while I kept the yellow towel in front of me, so no one could see the full erection tenting my pants. The feel of my tight jeans squeezing against my cock was driving me crazy.
"Really?" I asked. My cock was really starting to fill in now. The head was swelling and the shaft kept lifting off my thighs, then relaxing back down.
Theo laughed. "Yeah, it might be crazy, but it's kind of hot what you're doing right now. I mean, sometimes it's hard to tell if a girl is really turned on just by looking. But right now I can tell that you're getting pretty horny."
I looked down at my dick. It was really stiff now, standing at an angle out from my crotch. Again, I was surprised by its size and girth. So was Theo. "Jesus, that is a big one. I feel a little jealous!"
"I don't think yours is that much smaller," I said.
"That's not much of a consolations," Theo laughed. "Anyways, I've always been more of a grower than a shower."
"So how's it right now?" I asked.
"Well, I'm a little confused, so it's kind of limp."
"Let me see."
"Really?"
"Yeah! What's the old game? I'll show you mine, you show me yours?"
Theo smiled widely. "This is crazy Cass, you know that?"
I said, "It's been a crazy day."
Theo was sitting in the one chair in the room, a rolling desk chair that looked out of place without a desk. He stood and as he moved to the couch he unbuckled and slid off his pants. I turned to face him, my back to the arm of the sofa. He sat facing me and pulled his dick from his boxer-briefs. It was limp, but not entirely shrunken, and it looked about five inches long. Compared with my big ten-inch dick, it did look a little intimidated.
Theo asked, "So can you, like, feel it? Does it feel like having a penis?"
I noticed his own dick twitch at the question. It seemed like just thinking about dicks made dicks hard. Guys are weird.
"I mean, I assume so. I've never had a dick before."
There, Theo's cock twitched again. I could see it growing a little stiffer, the head swelling a little. I liked turning him on like that. For the first time in the day, I felt like I had control of the situation. "I can tell you that I've had some pretty good feelings with it," I said.
Theo raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah?"
I blushed a little, and decided to confess everything. "Well," I said, "in the library when I discovered this dick, I got really turned on. I mean, like, full boner."
Theo laughed in shock, and I saw that his cock was filling out. I saw his hand move towards it unknowingly, but stop at his thigh.
I started explaining to Theo what happened in my secluded little spot in the library. How I'd started masturbating, and how I'd cummed twice. By the end of my description, Theo had a full erection, the same dark-skinned staff I'd seen and caressed in Greece. His hand played subconsciously with the base of his cock, as if he couldn't resist touching it. My own cock was still full and erect.
Theo was staring me in the eye, but kept glancing down at the huge growth between my legs. "God, Cassy," he gasped, "that's actually really hot. I never thought I'd be turned on by something like that."
"And yet," I said, wiggling my eyebrows at his erection.
Theo licked his lips. "Can you... can you show me?"
"What?" I asked.
"What it looks like when you touch yourself."
I was really turned on by this point too. I loved that telling Theo about my library adventures had turned him on so much. I wasn't sure which cock I wanted to touch first. Feeling flushed, I unbuttoned the top of my white blouse, revealing a lacy red bra that matched my pleated red skirt, bunched up around my big, swollen cock. I saw Theo's eyes racing between my face, my exposed bra, and my dick. His hand was gently stroking his own cock, just his fingertips grazing the sides.
I spat into my hand and started rubbing the head of my cock. "This feels really good," I said. "I didn't know it would make me feel so uncontrolled."
Theo spat into his own hand and copied my motion. "Doesn't it feel good? I loved when you had your lips around the head of my cock, just like that. Not moving any further, not backing away. Just licking and sucking on the tip. Drove me crazy."
With my other hand I started stroking up and down the shaft of my cock, slowly and lightly. "When I go like this, it's almost like someone's got me in their mouth. I feel my head and shaft all warm and tingling."
Again, Theo copied my motions. He said, "I do this when I imagine you're deep-throating me. Or when I think about fucking you deeply."
"Do you like to play with your balls when you touch yourself?" I asked.
"Sometimes," said Theo. He reached down down with one hand and gently touched his balls. "It depends how sensitive they are, and how turned on I am."
I reached down and took my balls in hand while still stroking my cock. It felt good to squeeze them gently, to tug a little on the whole sack. Then I slipped a finger down and pressed just below my balls. "Oh!" I exclaimed.
"Yeah that's a good spot too," Theo said. "Sometimes I press there right when I'm about to cum and it just makes me go crazy."
"I didn't know there were so many spots," I said. "I thought guys were simple."
"We act simple!" Theo laughed. He was still stroking his cock, and he started scooting closer to me on the couch. "Cassy, watching you touch your cock is amazing. I love matching your movements. But will you take off your shirt and bra? I want to see more of you."
I stopped touching myself for just long enough to strip away my shirt and undo my bra. I don't have the largest tits, but they're round and perky and they seem to hypnotize the boys. Theo was no different.
"You're definitely not all man," he joked. He leaned forward, still touching himself, and sucked on one of my nipples. I started stroking myself again. We were sitting so close now that our hands sometimes grazed each other while stroking up and down. I moaned with pleasure. My nipples had been so sensitive all day.
Theo continued to suck on my nipples. With one hand he masturbated, and with the other squeezed my breasts. He started kissing up my collar and neck, and soon we were kissing deeply. I reached over with one hand and rubbed the head of his penis while he stroked the shaft. My other hand was busy on my cock, rubbing pre-cum from the tip all down along the shaft and stroking. Looking down, I saw that our cocks were crossed like two swords before a duel. I tilted my face back to Theo and kept kissing him.
Suddenly I felt my balls starting to tighten. I knew what this meant now. "Theo, I think... I think I'm going to cum."
"Me too!" he gasped.
We both looked down at our cocks as we stroked them, Theo's beneath a well-muscled dark chest, mine beneath jiggling breasts with swollen pink nipples. My breathing shortened. I couldn't take my eyes off of our cocks, off of Theo stroking his, off of my big swollen head. I suddenly tensed, just as Theo did, and we came at the same time. Rockets of cum shot up across our bellies and chests. I came all over Theo's thighs, his taut abs, even on his cock. Theo's cum arced up onto my breasts, and dribbled down onto my belly. Again and again, cum shot out in two directions, and we didn't stop stroking until our very last gasps.
"Oh my god," Theo said. "That was amazing." He leaned back against his side of the couch.
I slid over him, our cum intermingling between our bodies. I kissed Theo deeply. I felt my cock, now limp, sliding over his thighs and even his dick. "Can I take a shower?" I asked.
"We'll take one together," he replied.
I already felt blood returning to my dick at the thought.
Part Four: God of Trickery
Leaving Theo's apartment, my hair was wet and my cock was sore. I had it tucked into my panties, but having stroked it so much this morning was taking its toll. In the shower, Theo had helped clean the cum off my breasts and belly, and then his hands had wandered down. As we made out, he stroked my cock until it was fully hard again, using soap as a lube. I returned the favor, and we stood there in the spray of hot water panting until once again we came together.
As we dried, Theo put forward a theory. "This may be crazy," he said, "but maybe your new feature has to do something with what we did in Greece?"
"What do you mean?" I asked, taking my time drying between my legs. Theo still couldn't keep his eyes off me. He kept stealing glances at my bare tits, my tight ass, and the dick between my legs.
"Okay, I don't believe in any of this, keep in mind," Theo said, drying himself. "But Hermes is a trickster god, right? He tricks Apollo out of his cattle, he tricks Zeus into eating the bones in a sacrifice instead of the meat. You gave me that incredible blowjob right in front of one of Hermes' stone phallus, remember?"
"Yeah, the herma."
"Well, maybe this is a result. Hermes is playing a trick on you for, I don't know, desecrating his herma or something."
I gave Theo a cold stare as I patted my breasts dry. "Let me get this straight. You think some ancient god of trade and travel gave me a dick as a trick?"
Theo laughed. "I told you it would sound crazy. But can you think of anything else?"
I shrugged. "Maybe I was just tucking it in when I blew you in Greece?"
"Honestly I kind of wondered that."
I slapped Theo lightly in the chest. "Theo! I am all 100% woman! Had you not been staring at my lips on your cock, you would have seen me drilling my own wet pussy."
"Hm, I think I'd like to see that."
I took my now limp dick in hand and twirled it around a bit. "What, this isn't enough for you?"
Theo chuckled. "This is crazy!" he said, running his hand through his wet hair. "Maybe Vistra knows more."
"Professor Dartien?"
"Yeah, she is an expert on Greek and Roman Mythology. If anyone would know about a curse from a trickster god, it would be her."
I considered it. "Do you think she'd believe me?"
"I'll call her first. I think I've earned her trust."
"Alright," I said. "We'll see what our dear professor has to say."
I knocked on the door in the history department marked with Professor Dartien's name.
"The door's unlocked," came her voice.
Through the door, Professor Dartien's office was like a museum shoved into a single room. The walls were lined with shelves, every inch of which was covered in books, journals, photographs, paintings, and artifacts: masks and totems, necklaces and carved stones, dried leather fetishes and bits of ceremonial clothing. Behind a large desk (covered in paperwork, laptops, and even more artifacts), Professor Dartien sat in an ornate wooden chair carved with mythological figures.
The professor wore a black sleeveless top and a gray skirt decorated with large black buttons. She had her dark hair pinned back, revealing a supple neck and strong jawline. Professor Dartien had flawless tan skin, with a strong nose and delicate features. Her eyes were large and framed by dark lashes, and I saw her trace her gaze from my white flats to my pleated skirt to my white blouse and black hair approvingly.
"Thank you for making time, Professor," I said.
She smiled and motioned me to a small couch in the corner. There was a quilt printed with exotic patterns on the back, and the throw-pillows looked well-worn. I wondered if the professor sometimes slept here... and irrationally, I wondered who shared the couch with her at night.
I shook my head of the thought. I didn't want my new cock to start tenting my skirt here. I needed the professor's advice!
"Cassidy, right?" Professor Dartien asked. She had a strong tenor voice, with a European tinge to it. "I remember you from class."
I smiled. It's always nice to be remembered by a professor. "I also volunteered with the program in Greece this summer," I said.
"That's right! What a wonderful expedition. I'll be publishing a paper on it this year, and your name will be listed with the volunteers. It's a good entry point to getting published yourself."
I nodded. All this was academically exciting, but sitting with my legs crossed tightly on the couch, I could feel my dick pressed between my thighs.
"Did Theo call?" I asked.
Professor Dartien nodded. She'd turned the chair to face me, and I saw she was barefoot, her black heels left on the floor. Her bare feet made the stuffed office suddenly feel more intimate, as if we were in her bedroom. The professor took off her clear-framed glasses and rolled her neck, rubbing muscles tense from reading and research. Her sleeveless black blouse had a deep neck, and revealed the tops of large round breasts. I caught myself staring at her cleavage, and I blushed. Since when did I stare at women like that? I felt like I had two brains commanding me, one in my head and one between my legs.
Professor Dartien, still rubbing her shoulders and neck, replied, "He did call. He explained your problem. Honestly, I'm not sure what's more unbelievable... that Hermes cursed you with a, shall we say, herma of your own, or that Theo has such a beautiful girlfriend."
My blush spread. "Oh, Theo and I aren't in a- we just-" I didn't know what to say.
Professor Dartien smiled warmly. "Say no more," she said. "Tell me what you know of Hermes."
I explained that Hermes has started as a fertility god, but the phallic nature of the herma used to worship him were also useful as border markings, and so he became the god of borders, and thus the roads that curved around those borders, and thus travelers, and thus traveling merchants. Also, since crossing boundaries was an act of trickery, Hermes was known as a trickster god.
As I talked, Professor Dartien stood and perused her extensive library. From behind, I admired her fine figure. Her skirt clung to her hips, and though she was nearing middle age, Professor Dartien's ass beneath the gray fabric was perky and fit. She was a tall woman too, nearly six foot, and as she raised an arm to a high shelf I admired the lithe muscles that shifted beneath her tan skin.
Professor Dartien turned with an old journal in her hand. She caught my eye, and saw something there. She gave a twisted half-smile and I felt heat bloom in my neck and face.
"You're obviously a good student," Professor Dartien said. "You remind me of myself in college." She sat down on the couch opposite, tucking one leg beneath her, the other bare leg grazing the floor absentmindedly. Professor Dartien showed me the old journal with faded green covers. "In college I was obsessed with Hermes. I grew up on ranches in the Italian countryside, and borders were everything. Some of us children stayed within the borders our whole lives, serving our families on the ranches. And some of us spent our lives crossing borders."
Professor Dartien flipped through the journal and pulled an old polaroid from between the pages. She passed it to me. "God, I must have been seventeen when that picture was taken. I was such a hippie then!"
I saw a bonfire surrounded by teenagers, all with dark hair and very little clothing. "That was one of our last bacchanalias, as we called them," Professor Dartien laughed. She pointed to one figure, a girl wearing a fringed vest and panties, and not much else. "We tried to get as close to nature as possible. We tried connecting with the old gods, through what we thought of as old rituals. But as teenagers we knew as little of the gods as we did of sex, and to be honest that's all we thought about and pretty much all we did at these parties."
Looking closely at the professor, I could see that wild-haired girl still buried beneath the prim figure on the couch across from me.
"Crossing a border signalled something at that age," Professor Dartien continued. Her gaze was on the photograph, but also through it. She took a deep breath, and I imagined she was smelling the smoke from the bonfire. "Crossing the border meant you were crossing into a willingness to try new things, to be someone knew. It was so liberating! The next year, of course, I crossed a tremendous border when I came to the states for college. And I've spent the rest of my life crossing boundaries, going to new places, and trying new things." Professor Dartien raised her eyes from the photograph to my face.
"In college, I wrote my thesis on Hermes, and how his mythology should be adopted by the new feminist movement. I argued that Hermes was a very feminine god, despite his propensity for enormous stone penises," she laughed, and showed me some pages from the journal on which she had drawn dozens of hermas, some more detailed than others. "I'll admit, I was a little obsessed with hermas, with the idea of penises marking the borders to new experiences. I argued at the time that Hermes was showing us that all the penises in our lives, all the penises running our families and our businesses and our government, were preventing women from crossing into new territories.
Keep in mind I discovered my own sexuality in college. After a brief stint giving blowjobs behind the bleachers, I became a rather tenacious lesbian. I used all that herma talk to seduce women at parties." Professor Dartien opened her journal to another page, on which I saw a phone number written next to a faded lipstick kiss. She smiled wistfully. "God, I remember this girl. She crossed a few borders on my body..."
Professor Dartien bit her lip, and I saw her foot moving where it was tucked beneath her body. I imagined the foot was pressed up against her crotch or ass. Professor Dartien's story was turning me on a bit too. I adjusted my body, trying to keep the pleats of my skirt from revealing the bulge beneath.
Professor Dartien looked me in the eye. "I guess Cass," she said, "you have to decide what Hermes is trying to show you. Is this herma a border you're not willing to cross?" Her gaze dropped to my skirt. "Or are you willing to step across the boundary line into new territories?"
Professor Dartien stood, reached up, and took the pins from her hair. Long, dark curls tumbled down over her neck and shoulders. "Ah, that's better." She leaned against the desk, then pushed herself up to sit upon it. Her gray skirt rode up over her knees, revealing her long, strong calves.
I asked, "What do you mean, new territories?"
Professor Dartien smiled. She said, "When I was in college, kids weren't quite as liberated as your generation. Being a lesbian was such a shock. That was a border difficult to cross, but one I've never looked back from. You know, I even tried to dedicate my lesbianism to Hermes himself."
"Really?"
Professor Dartien laughed at the memory. "Let's see, what was her named? Brittany? Betty? Something midwestern. She wasn't my first female lover, but she was the first I'd really fallen in love- or maybe lust- with. On a warm night near the end of my freshman year, I led Betty out into the woods off campus and to a herma I'd made by piling stones. I'd brought some cheap wine, and we'd already had shots back at my dorm room, so we were both pretty toasted. I laid Betty down in front of the herma and went down on her. I guess I considered that to be crossing boundaries. When she came, I remember saying, 'I dedicate this offering to Hermes, and by taking of it I cross the border into my new life.' Then I lapped her clean."
I stared, shocked, at Professor Dartien. Beneath my skirt, my cock was swelling, pressing against the pink fabric of my panties. I could feel my nipples, too, poking against my lacy red bra and white blouse.
Professor Dartien stared down at me from her perch on the desk. "Did Hermes listen? Who knows? But I haven't had a dick since that night, and as you see I've had a lot of success crossing boundaries since then." She motioned to the collection of artifacts, books, and diplomas covering her walls. "So Cassidy, as your professor, I guess my advice is to pray. Not to God, of course, that old stodgy bastard, but to the old gods, those who inspire us in ancient myths and dramas to try new things."
"Thank you, professor," I said. I stood to leave, and realized my cock was making an obvious bulge against my skirt. Professor Dartien gave it an interested look, raising a fine dark eyebrow.
"There's a bathroom just out in the hall if you need some time," she said.
Blushing thoroughly, I thanked Professor Dartien once again, exited her office, and darted into the bathroom.
Luckily I was alone. I splashed cold water on my face and breathed deeply. As my erection slowly subsided, I thought about the professor's advice. I had two ways of looking at today's events. Either this was a dream, in which case nothing I did had real consequences. Or it was a test by the ancient god Hermes, in which case I had no real control. Either way, I saw no immediate solution to my problem, no real way to remove to big cock between my legs.
On the other hand, I could take the professor's advice and use the dick as an entry point to a new territory. An opportunity to try new things.
My phone buzzed. I checked, and saw a message from my old friend Piri, she of the sixteen blowjobs. Over the summer I'd sent her pictures of my trip to Greece over the summer, and since the start of the new school year we'd been meaning to reconnect.
'Party @ Denver's tonite. U coming?'
Denver, a mutual friend and ski-enthusiast from, you guessed it, Denver, Colorado, had rented a huge house with his ski-buddies and often held big parties full of booze, music, and hot guys. The idea of attending a party with a cock in my pants sounded insane. I was ready to text back that I was sick, but I thought again of the professor's words. This was an opportunity to cross a border. To show I was willing to try something new. To be someone new.
'Ya, see u there!' I texted back.
Tonight as the sun set I would ready myself to step past my herma over a boundary. I didn't know what waited for me on the other side. But I was excited to find out.
Part Five: God of Transgressions
I arrived at Denver's in tight blue jeans and a sleeveless black top that tied around my neck, showing off my shoulders and upper back. The top really complimented my breasts, and I'd worn it without a bra in the hopes of showing Hermes that I was truly liberated, past my normal boundaries. I'd carefully tucked my dick between my thighs, and I hoped the tight jeans kept it there.
The party was already in full swing. Music pulsed from multiple rooms, and the entryway was crowded with drunk college students. I made my way through a living room converted into a beer-pong colosseum, a kitchen in which every surface was covered in bottles, cans, or red plastic cups, and out the sliding glass door to the backyard.
As I crossed through the threshold, my phone buzzed. Without looking at who was calling, I answered. "Piri?"
"No, it's Theo. Where are you? I've been trying to call you all day."
"I'm... sorry. I talked with Professor Dartien and I've just been trying to figure things out."
"Well I want to see you. I want to do more than see you, I want to hold you and be here for you."
I sighed. In truth, I wanted what Theo was offering. I wanted to snuggle in his strong, dark arms and feel the warmth of his embrace. I wanted his hands all over me like they'd been before, on my face and my breasts, and ass and even my cock. But apparently Hermes wanted me to cross new boundaries, try out new things. And I'd already had Theo today. I brushed off the old argument.
"Look Theo, I told you before. I'm just not looking for a relationship. I like you, I really do, and today was really special."
"Today was like nothing I've ever experienced," Theo said. "You're making me feel new things, Cass. I need to talk with you about it in person."
I'll admit, I almost left the party at that point. I mean, all last year I'd been aiming myself towards Theo's heart, and how he was offering it to me on a platter.
But I couldn't. I needed to figure out how to get rid of this dick before too long. It had been a distracting enough day, masturbating and cumming over and over, and I couldn't imagine continuing my studies with this horny python in my pants.
"Theo, I'll call you back later," I said coldly, and I hung up.
In the backyard, the party had surrounded the lit pool. It was a warm night, but nobody had jumped into the lit clear water yet. The light beneath the water cast shifting patterns of shadows and illumination on the dozens of college students drinking, talking and dancing. I looked around and saw my friend Piri. She stood talking with three tall guys by the edge of the pool. Piri loved tall guys.
It must have been the effect of opposites attracting, because Piri herself was short, barely five feet. She was a beautiful Thai girl with golden skin and chestnut hair cropped in a pixie-cut. She was stunning, with incredible round breasts and a bubble butt. Tonight she wore a small striped tank-top and cut-off jean shorts that barely crested her ass. A tattoo of a flowering vine crept from her outer thigh up her ribs and across her shoulder. She waved me over.
"Cass!" she squealed. She gave me a tight squeeze, but I tried to end the hug before long so she wouldn't feel anything extra packed within my clothes. "I'm so glad you're here! I want to hear everything about the hunky teaching assistant and your summer adventures. Did you ever get in his pants?"
"I'll, uh, tell you all about it later," I said. Piri introduced me to the three guys, who were already drunk enough to be indistinguishable. One of the dudes went to get me a drink, and I made small talk with the other two. Piri had her eyes on me, looking me up and down. As I was handed a red cup of beer, she came close.
"You look really hot tonight, Cassy. There's something different about you," she said, stepping even closer. She brought her lips to my ear and in a soft voice said, "I thought I had these guys cornered, but it's like I'm invisible. If you want, they're all yours."
I laughed and took another look at the three dudes. Two of them were literally indistinguishable, just regular white bros in popped collars and backwards baseball hats. But one of the boys was dressed in a white button-down with the sleeves rolled up, nice tight chinos and brown cowboy books. I gave him an appraising look. "Where are you from?" I asked.
"Colorado," he said. "I actually grew up with Dennis- er, Denver as you call him. I'm just visiting."
"Are those cowboy boots authentic?"
"Yes ma'am," he replied, tipping an invisible Stetson. "I grew up on a ranch and I still help out during the summers. I'm actually studying Agricultural Management. The name's Kenneth."
The cowboy and I wound up talking for the next hour or so, trading stories about growing up in small towns and we refilled our drinks. I was drinking quickly, trying to find a border to cross. I wondered if Kenneth would be the herma marking my transgression.
I was about to invite Kenneth to a back room when he suddenly looked up and waved. "Denver!" he shouted, giving his friend a strong, manly hug.
"Hi Kenneth, hey Cass," Denver smiled. He was a broad-shouldered friendly ski-hunk, with lanky blond hair and a perpetual five-o'clock shadow. Tonight he wore flip-flops, board shorts, and an old woven poncho. "I'm glad to see you two connecting. Have you seen Piri around?"
I said she had last been seen with two tall guys, and a wicked grin appeared on Denver's face. "I hope she hasn't left yet," he said. "I'd promised her tonight would be special."
From inside his poncho he brought out a huge jar full of green liquid. The words "Bubble Bath" were displayed in fat white letters on the front.
Kenneth laughed. "We haven't done this since high school," he said and turned to me. "You pour in the bubble bath liquid, but it needs to be churned around to get activated. So if everyone jumps in at once and starts swimming and splashing, the whole pool turns into a big bubble bath."
"Sounds like fun," I said, "though I didn't bring a swimsuit."
Kenneth shrugged. "I don't think anyone did. Is that going to stop you?"
"Will it stop you, cowboy boots?"
In answer, Kenneth reached down and slid his feet from his boots. "I'm going to find a dry place for these. Be right back."
As Denver walked to the side of the pool and started pouring in the gloppy green liquid, I spotted Piri emerging from the sliding glass door. I waved her over. She had in her hands a clear drink. "Vodka?"
"No, just water," she said. Piri took a sip, gargled it in her mouth, then spit it onto the lawn. "I'm trying to get the taste of cum out of my mouth."
I gasped. No matter how much time I spent with Piri, I never got used to her frankness with sex. "One of those guys?" I asked.
"Both of those guys," she said, giving me a bright look with her green eyes. "A two-for-one tall guy special. Why, are we having a competition again? I still can't believe you won the last one."
I was going to shake my head, but I stopped myself. "I don't know, Piri," I said. "I'm kind of looking for new experiences tonight."
On the other side of the pool, Denver was calling people over. Soon a good thirty party-goers surrounded the pool. Denver shouted out, "In like thirty seconds, we're all going to jump in and turn this into a giant bubble bath. Get yourselves ready!"
Piri cried out in excitement. "You going in?" She immediately started stripping, pulling down her booty shorts and revealing tiny blue panties.
I thought about what would happen if I pulled down my pants. My cock would be immediately visible to everyone at the party. I wondered how Piri would react to that, or Kenneth. "No, I don't think so. I guess I'm feeling a little cold."
Then I felt warm hands on my shoulders. "You look tense," Kenneth said, running large thumbs against a knot in my back. I looked back and saw that he had stripped down to tighty-whities, revealing a lean, muscular body and a small patch of curly brown chest hair. I could see the bulge of his dick, but I tried not to stare. "It's just for fun, you don't have to go in if you don't want."
"Fuck it," I said. I untied my top and threw it off. I felt the warm night air on my breasts and my nipples reacting to both the breeze and the surprised stares of Piri and Kenneth.
"Hell yeah!" Piri said. She stripped off her own tank-top, uncovering her round, beautiful tits. Kenneth stared open-mouthed between us.
Denver shouted, "Three! Two! One!"
All at once, everyone jumped into the pool. Everyone, that is, except for me. I hesitated for a moment, and as water and foam splashed up, I took the opportunity to strip off my pants. I didn't think anyone would see my panties bulging, but I quickly leapt in to make sure.
Already a thick layer of bubbles lay in cloud-like piles on the surface of the water. With all the churning bodies, more and more foam layered up. Soon we couldn't see below the surface at all.
This was perfect, because the movement of the water and the excitement of all the half-naked bodies around me had my cock swollen. I could feel it pressing against the fabric of my panties. I took some deep breaths, trying to calm myself.
From between mountains of foam, Siri swam over to me. She had plastered her tits with foam, making a kind of impromptu bikini. "This is amazing!" she cried.
I saw a dark form beneath her in the water, and suddenly she was lifted up on the shoulders of Kenneth. She shouted out with joy, her legs wrapped around his neck.
"Hey girls!" he called out.
I looked at these two figures, these beautiful people, illuminated by the underwater light softened by the foam and bubbles. Kenneth's light skin next to Piri's caramel. Kenneth's well-muscled chest and Piri's stunning curves, exposed to the night air. What would they think if they could see what I was hiding beneath the foam?
From behind I heard the voice of one of the tall guys from before. "Your turn, girl!" he shouted, and I felt strong hands on my hips.
I tried to call out no, but before I knew it I was being lifted up and placed on the broad shoulders of one of the bros. I looked down. My thighs sat squarely on the guy's strong shoulders, but in my position my cock was sandwiched between my belly and the back of his head. I expected at any moment for him to throw me off in disgust.
"Foam fight!" Piri called out. She took a handful of bubbles and flung them my way.
"Get them!" my bro mount shouted. He started charging through the water towards Kenneth and Piri. Either he didn't notice my cock or didn't care. Either way I seemed to be safe.
We crashed into Kenneth and Piri, and all four of us started shoveling handfuls of foam in all directions. Flailing around, laughing, I took a double-handful of bubbles and plopped them down over Piri. My bro tilted forward, and for a moment my hands landed right on Piri's breasts. Trying to recover my balance, I grabbed her, one hand squeezing a tit and the other circling around to her back.
"Cassy!" Piri cried, surprised. I looked at her, embarrassed, but she was only smiling. Kenneth too was watching.
"Hey should I be jealous of what's going on up there?"
"Huh?" said my bro. He tried looking up, and the back of his head pressed by now erect cock back against my belly. There was a look of confusion on his face. "What's that?" he asked, wiggling his head back and forth to get a better feel.
I'll admit it felt kind of good. My cock was slippery from the water and the bubbles, and with Piri's firm body in my hands it was difficult to focus. But before my ride could make any more discoveries, I shouted out, "Kowabunga!" and launched myself from his shoulders towards my friends. All three of us splashed down below the water.
Underneath was a chaos of swimming bodies, foamy water, and an interplay of light and shadows. Kenneth swam by me, heading towards the surface, but Piri used the opportunity to do some underwater somersaults. As I swam back up, I felt something funny below. The force of my leap had shifted my underwear, and my cock was sticking out from the side. I almost choked underwater- Piri might see it at any moment! I shoved my dick back into my panties and swam towards the edge of the pool.
Quickly I found my jeans and top. However, I wasn't the only one getting out of the pool. All around, half-naked, foam-covered bodies were lifting themselves out of the water, and either finding their clothes or horseplaying on the lawn. Were I to get out now, my cock would be seen by everyone.
I saw Denver sitting on the lawn, lighting a glass pipe. I shouted out to him. "Hey Denver! Can you get me a towel?"
He coughed out a cloud of smoke and nodded. A few minutes later, he came out from his house with a big yellow bath towel. "Thanks," I said. He was watching me, and I realized he wanted to see my body, my tits and my wet panties, as I emerged from the pool. "Hey, do you see Piri and Kenneth anywhere?"
Denver searched the pool, and as he looked away I slipped from the water and immediately wrapped the fluffy towel around my waist. Denver looked back, a little disappointed and abashed. "I wouldn't worry about those two," he said. "In fact, I think Kenneth might really be into you."
"Oh yeah?" I noticed Denver eyeing my breasts, but at this point I really didn't mind. Goosebumps broke out around my nipples, which stood out like two pink thumbs. My hair was dripping wet, but I didn't want to lift the towel to dry myself while someone could see what was hidden beneath.
Denver continued, "Yeah, he's into smart, beautiful girls like you. I mean, who isn't? It's a shame he's leaving tomorrow back for Colorado. Oh look, there he is!" He pointed me towards Kenneth, who was pulling himself out of the water. I allowed myself a long look at the muscles at play on his lanky frame, and the shape of his ass beneath his now transparent underwear. "He's a nice guy, Cass. But he can be a little too polite. He probably won't make a move unless you do."
I thanked Denver and put on my top. I slid my jeans on beneath the towel and then, cock firmly in place, I finally dried my hair. By the time I walked over to Kenneth, he had put on his white button-down shirt, but was still pantsless. sitting in a lounge chair. "Can I get you a drink?" I asked.
He smiled warmly at me and nodded.
I made a quick trip to the kitchen and returned with some rum and Cokes. We sat drinking and watching the people still playing in the pool. Piri kept appearing at the surface, then diving down like a seal to pop up somewhere else. Anywhere she was in the pool, guys would start swimming over. At one point we laughed when we saw she was surrounded by five different guys. "Is she okay?" Kenneth asked.
"Oh yeah, Piri really likes the attention," I said. "I mean, notice that her hands are not above the surface of the water?"
"You don't mean..." Kenneth trailed off.
"Oh, she's got at least one dick in a hand right now," I said. "Piri was raised on a commune in northern California. She has a really liberated view of sex, sees it as equal to eating a good meal or taking a beautiful hike."
Kenneth squinted at the guys. "Which one do you think is getting the handy?"
I pointed to one guy with a tattoo of a kraken on his shoulder blade. "He's the only one not looking at Piri's tits," I said.
Kenneth guffawed.
"I'll admit, jumping in that pool half-naked was pretty wild. Does Denver always do that at his parties?"
"Didn't he in Colorado?"
"Oh hell no! Kenneth and I met in a Dungeons & Dragons group. In fact, each time he visits home we gather our friends for another game. I think he kind of chose to play a character when he came to college."
I shook my head in disbelief. "Don't tell me that almost skinny dipping is the wildest thing you've done, cowboy."
Kenneth slowly smiled. "If you make me another rum and Coke, I'll tell you my wildest story."
"It's a deal."
In the next round of drinks I doubled the rum. Kenneth sipped his, then told me about his ex-girlfriend who had a serious fetish for sex in cars. "Our first time was in the back of her pick-up," he said, "parked on a hillside overlooking the town. I thought it was just romantic. But she always got turned on by being in a car with me. So once we were driving together to the city and she starts telling me all these fantasies she has about us in the car. How she wants to have me jerk off on the windshield while she touches herself in the driver's seat. How she wants to use the gear stick as a dildo. How she keeps a vibrator in the glove compartment for long, lonely drives. I can't believe what she's telling me, but it's really turning both of us on. I reach over to her lap, and she unbuttons her shorts. Now keep in mind we are driving on the freeway, like seventy miles per hour, in broad daylight. But I work my hand under her underpants and she is soaking wet. I start touching her. She's squirming around, sucking on her fingers, touching her tits. She actually pulls down the top of her tank-top and lets her breasts out, there in broad daylight. I've got a raging boner at this point, and she reaches over and unzips me. Starts stroking me right there on the highway.
So there's a tollbooth right at the end of the highway, only I don't want to stop and have someone see us so I swerve over to to auto-pay. Only I don't have one of those fancy devices that automatically pays the toll, you know I just don't drive to the city that often. We drive through and I hear this angry beep. But I don't care, I'm going crazy. I'm fingering her and rubbing her and she's stroking me and playing with her nipples. I pull over to an emergency pull-out, put on my hazards, and jump over to her seat. She puts her chair all the way back, I enter her and we both immediately cum at the same time."
Kenneth finished his drink. "Oh boy, I can't believe I told you that," he said, looking embarrassed. "I think I may have had too much to drink."
I cleared my throat. In truth I had hung on every word. In my tight jeans, my cock was pressed hotly against my inner thigh. I didn't know if in the dark Kenneth could see my breasts clearly, but my nipples stood out against my sleeveless top. "That's pretty wild," I said.
"Oh, but here's the funny part. Because I didn't pay the toll, I get this big envelope in the mail. It's a bill for the toll, and it's got a picture of my car to prove it. You can see the front license plate, and the windshield, and inside you can see my girlfriend and I. She's holding my dick and I've got fingers in her pussy and her tits are just hanging out. Boy, the guys at the DMV must have loved that one."
I laughed. "Are you still seeing her?"
Kenneth shook his head. "We had a good time, but then she moved. Still, we meet up sometimes when she visits. That girl is learning things in the world. I'll tell you, each time she comes back she wants to try something new."
"Oh?"
Kenneth smiled. "Oh gosh, I'm sorry, I don't normally talk like this. You probably think I'm some kind of weirdo."
I looked Kenneth in the eye. "I think it's kind of hot, actually. Will you get us another drink?"
Kenneth blushed, and then stood up awkwardly. I could see his erection through his underpants, though he tried to pull down his white shirt to hide it. He looked around for his pants, zipped up, then went to the kitchen.
Crossing borders, I thought to myself. Well, I'd never been to Colorado before. Maybe fucking Kenneth would constitute traveling to a new place? But as a small-town guy, I knew Kenneth would not be as open-minded as Theo had been. I'd have to lead him to opening up the possibility of having sex with a chick with a dick. I guess I'd have to help him cross over a boundary he didn't even know was there.
When Kenneth returned, I asked, "What kinds of things does your ex like to try?"
Kenneth nearly choked on his drink. "I, uh, thought you were going to change the topic."
"I like this topic, Kenneth. Don't you?"
Kenneth grinned. "Yeah, I guess I do. Were you raised on a commune or something, like Piri?"
I shook my head. "Nah, I just like sex. I guess you could say that's the character I've been trying to play in college. I see this as an opportunity to meet a lot of attractive people and try a lot of interesting things." I brushed the hair from my face.
"So you like trying new things too, huh?"
"Yeah, but you didn't answer my question."
"Oh well... the last time she came into town, we did some roleplaying. She was a my maid, and I was some rich dude."
I nodded. "Interesting. Did you like that?"
Kenneth shrugged. "Eh, I found it a little silly. I also didn't really like bossing her around."
Wow, I reflected, Denver's right. Kenneth's a nice guy. Still, it was fun pulling him from his comfort zone, getting him to open up. I was getting a good thrill from it. My cock was stiff in my pants, and I had to cross my legs to hide it.
"What else have you tried?"
"Well that's not fair," said Kenneth. "I've already shared all my sexual secrets. How about you? What have you tried?"
I laughed, and we started trading stories, checking off things we'd both done. I was surprised by how far Kenneth's ex-girlfriend had pushed his sexual norms.
"Footplay?" I asked.
Kenneth nodded. "Deep-throat?"
I rolled my eyes. "Of course! Threesome?"
And so on, each of us trying to one-up the other. It turns out we'd both tried out a lot of things. There was only one area where I was new.
"Have you had anal sex?" Kenneth asked.
I shook my head. "I haven't had the guts to try it. I fantasize about it sometimes, but I worry that I'm just dirty back there. It's kind of embarrassing to think about."
"No, I understand. I think that's part of the thrill of it, right, doing something in a place that gives a lot of pleasure but maybe isn't supposed to?"
I nodded, shifting in my seat. My cock was practically throbbing by now. Looking down, I could see a visible bulge, the shape of the shaft and head clear against my tight jeans. I bunched up the yellow towel and placed it in my lap.
Kenneth licked his lips and leaned in close. I could smell the rum on his breath. I realized he'd had a lot more to drink than I had. "You know, if you're worried about not being clean... I guess you just took a bubble bath."
I laughed. "That's true! My asshole's probably sparkling with cleanliness right now."
"You could eat dinner off of it."
"Kenneth!"
"I'm just saying!"
"Are you asking me to try something new right now?"
Kenneth blushed but kept his smile. "Well, I kind of like you, and I think you like me. I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't be back for while, but if you want we can have some fun tonight."
"And you'll fuck me in the ass?"
"Cassidy!"
"What, I thought it was your idea!"
"Yeah, but it sounds so crude!"
"It's gotten you pretty hot, you have to admit," I put a hand on his thigh and edged it towards the visible bulge in his pants.
"If you don't want to, I don't want to pressure you," he said. But I shut him up with a deep kiss.
Taking Kenneth's hand, I led him through the kitchen to a back hallway. All the while I kept the yellow towel in front of me, so no one could see the full erection tenting my pants. The feel of my tight jeans squeezing against my cock was driving me crazy.
