Incest/Taboo Discovering My Little Sister

Author's Note: This chapter may seem a bit anachronistic as I set the date in Chapter 1 but haven't had reason to revisit in a realistic way. I realize the direction the world has gone, but this chapter was planned around the time I first started publishing; I just never thought writing would take me so long.

Joy and Payton eventually left and we had our separate Thanksgivings, but they were back after Thanksgiving dinner to re-start our party. There wasn't really any more talk of mine and Payton's relationship except for at one point when I caught Joy alone and asked for her thoughts and how she and Polly handled the semi-open relationship. Joy didn't get off on Polly's escapades with our mom, so she didn't have much advice to give, but she didn't think we had anything to worry about. I offered to eat her out as a thank-you, but she made me wait until our next orgy, which was only a half hour later. There wasn't much alone time for those four days - at one point I had the idea for myself and Payton to go seduce Ms. Alstrom, but the sex in my own house was too good.

Things shifted quickly when I got back to school. Jessica called me our first day back, and like we frequently did we had an early lunch in the cafeteria. Like usual, Jessica was in baggy comfy clothes and I was hookered up - short and tight plaid skirt, knee-high boots, no stockings despite the cold, and a tight white long-sleeved shirt that fell off one shoulder to expose the bra I needed to accentuate my tits. We sat at an empty long table. Just a few minutes in, a girl walked up and said, "Hey Jessie, who's your friend?" as she sat down next to Jessica.

"What's up, Val?" Jessica answered, seeming none too pleased.

"Just wondering if this is your new girlfriend."

"Could we have some privacy, please?"

"Oh come on, Jessie, I thought we're still friends."

"Please don't call me Jessie."

"You call me Val."

"Everyone calls you Val. No one calls me Jessie, I didn't like it when we were together, and I really don't like it now."

"Well aren't you going to introduce me? I see you with her all the time."

"Carly, this is my ex, Valerie," Jessica said mechanically.

"Nice to meet you," I said.

Valerie turned to me and looked at me with her bright blue eyes, accentuated by the tight ponytail she put her brown hair in. She seemed tall and somewhat thick, very pretty. Her breasts were almost as large as Jessica's but on a much larger frame, though not as hidden. Her white t-shirt just exposed the top of her bust and I could just make out the shape of her bra. "So are you the new girlfriend yet?" she asked.

"Valerie!"

"No, I'm just her slut."

Jessica gave me a "what the fuck" look and Valerie teased, "Jessie, finally getting a little adventurous."

"No," Jessica protested. "We're just friends, Val, and in any case, it's none of your business who my friends or dates are."

"Come on," Valerie said. "We're still friends, don't you share stuff with your friends?"

"We are not still friends, why do you think that?"

"Jessie, that hurts my feelings," Valerie said with a hint of a mocking tone.

"Then start by calling me Jessica," Jessica chided through her teeth.

Valerie turned to me and asked, "Is she this difficult with you?"

"Well, I call her Jessica and she usually leaves my place pretty happy, so no."

Jessica pressed her fingers onto her face and grumbled "Oh my God."

"Is that so, Jessica?" Valerie asked, emphasizing her name.

Jessica's head snapped toward Valerie and she sharply answered, "Yes, she usually keeps me happy. Except," and she turned to me, "when she forgets about boundaries."

"If Payton dumped me, I'd want my FWB to rub it in her face."

"Oh you're kinda evil," Valerie teased with a smile. I winked at her. "Wait, who's Payton?"

"Her girlfriend," Jessica almost shouted as she stood up. "I'm done eating, you two keep having your battle of mind games."

"Wait," I said. "I'm sorry, you want me to come with?"

"I really don't."

"Meet up later?"

"I'll text you."

Valerie and I watched her leave. For a moment I felt bad that I had gone too far for Jessica, but then Valerie's bright blue eyes looked at me and she said, "She said she'd text you, so that means she just has to cool off."

She may have aggravated my friend, but gosh her face was pretty. So I said, "Well you've scared off my hookup for the afternoon, so am I still getting laid?"

Those eyes went wide and a smile came across her face. "You mean..."

"Let's go. But you disrespected my friend, so I'm gonna drive," I told her as I stood.

Her eyes zeroed in on my skirt and she lowly said, "You take this slut thing seriously."

"Yeah," I said. "And if you want to get fucked, stop gawking and start walking."

She stood and followed me, presumably ignoring her tray wherever she had sat. She was indeed tall, towering over me despite my four-inch boots to her slippers. "I've done some crazy things, but nothing like this," she said to me.

I was tempted to point out that not everyone gets the chance to bed with someone they met five minutes before, but rather than show my own inexperience, I had the quick thinking to say, "I'd rather hear about what you have done than what you haven't."

"Well you might have heard rumors about the softball team."

I looked her up and down and realized how she got her incredible figure. Probably five foot ten or eleven and thick, really thick thighs and a huge ass but perfectly shaped in the leggings she wore, which would have shown any ripple of fat or cellulite. The outline of her panties gave more shape, as if she could outdo Ashley Graham as a plus-size swimsuit model with an unachievably hot body. And no stomach. I didn't know much about softball, but she looked looked like the specimen of a female power athlete. "I haven't, but if you're on the team, I'm guessing this isn't the first home run you've hit."

"I guess you're right. Fourteen last year but hoping to lead the team this year."

We were outside so I could speak a little more freely. "I wonder if I could take a bat in my pussy," I mused.

She laughed as if trying to hold the laughter. "I can't believe you're fucking Jessica," she said.

"My strap-on's not much smaller than a baseball bat, so she could probably take one," I said.

"So she's not a total prude with you?"

"Deep down she's a prude, but she also can't resist me."

"Damn. We've been done for a while, but that still feels like a punch to the stomach."

"Oh you're obviously not over each other. But I'll do my best to fuck it out of both of you."

I held the door to my suite open and as she slipped by me, she put her hands on my hips and whispered "Don't worry, once I see your hot little body naked, I won't be thinking of anything else."

I grabbed her hip with the hand that wasn't holding my phone and keycard and said sharply, "Mommy fucks with her clothes on until you earn her body."

She pushed her forehead into mine and whispered, "Oh you're going to be fun."

I put two fingers on her lips before she could kiss me. "To my room," I said. "It's the single."

She quietly obeyed, and I followed her before she let me pass to open my door. In my room she stepped out of her slippers and started to move towards me, but I again rebuffed her and said, "On my bed, honey," as I tossed my phone onto the end of the mattress.

"You can't say you're going to fuck me but not let me kiss those sexy lips," she responded.

I moved past her and went to my drawer for my strap-on. "You take the dildo right, you can kiss me and face sit me all you want. Now on the bed."

"Holy shit," she exclaimed as she started to crawl onto the bed, "that thing is almost the width of a softball bat."

I ran my fingers along her leg as she got into position. "Sure helps me hit the kinds of home runs I prefer. Had a few more than fourteen this semester."

"Mmm, I can't wait to bring you to a softball party," she groaned as she spread her legs.

I hid the fact that my pussy was clenching at the implication, but couldn't resist giving a short rub to her legging-covered crotch. She groaned in satisfaction. Then I faced her to pull up my skirt and put my strap-on in place, and she groaned, "I can't believe I'm going to take that whole thing. God, you put it on like a pro."

"Just wait till you see how I fuck with it."

I spun and went to the foot of the bed so that I could kneel between her legs. I rubbed at her crotch again, able to feel the contours of her pussy lips. "I'm going to like being inside this," I growled.

"Just stop teasing," Valerie moaned.

I bent over to kiss her still-covered pussy and smelled that familiar scent through the fabric. If she gone out in this state, people she passed would easily smell her through her clothes. After kissing her mons, I couldn't resist trying to eat her through her leggings, eliciting guttural sounds of enjoyment from her. I knew something about her pussy would be amazing, and I couldn't help but roughly lick, kiss, and even bite through the thin fabric, which provided enough protection that I could be a little rough with my teeth.

But I had to keep my promise and I couldn't finish her that way. I pulled down her leggings and panties to reveal thick, meaty pussy lips that couldn't be hidden by her untrimmed bush. "Fuck yes," I groaned, and turned on my vibrator. "I need a picture of me entering this incredible flower, prove to Jessica that I dominated you."

"Do it, bitch," she answered. "No girl fucks me and forgets this pussy."

I lifted her legs so that I could penetrate her while kneeling straight up. Her ass was so thick and muscular that I only had to lift a little. I pushed the rounded front of the dildo in then snapped a picture of nothing but the tip of my strap-on inside her petals and the length of the dildo. Maybe the hot pic would make up for the fact that I was once again treating Jessica like shit. Then I put my phone aside and bottomed out, Valerie letting out a groan that became a scream when I hit her cervix. I started rhythmically moving out then back to her cervix, slowly but methodically. Her eyes were closed but after a few thrusts she groaned, "You fuck so deep!"

"That's right, bitch," I growled. "This is what you need, isn't it?"

"I'm so full!"

"That's right, you make my friend uncomfortable, I split you open. You like how this feels?" I started pumping hard, holding her thighs to keep her legs up in the air. She responded to me by grunting and pulling her shirt up to expose her bra. "Oh yes!" I groaned. "Show me those tits, bitch."

She gave a little moan that was almost a squeal and pulled her bra cups to expose her hard pink nipples. Despite our differences in weight, I started pounding even harder so that her amazing tits bounced like they were part of an expensive fucktoy. And as I got more aggressive, my body started taking over and I was ready to release. "Yeah, baby," I cried. "You like being dominated? Dominating your thick pussy's about to make me cum!"

"Yes," she groaned. "Let's cum!"

"You cum when I say, bitch," I growled despite my own impending orgasm.

"Can't help it," she moaned. "I have to cum to your hot bo- bo-"

Our screams overtook us and our dominance game was lost to our orgasms. She was an amazing fuck and my body convulsed hard as I felt her smooth thighs in my hands and watched her tits continue to sway. Finally I lost all ability to control my movements and started to collapse forward, but her strong legs held me up as I rode out the flood of pleasure.

When I recovered, I lowered her legs around me and undid my strap-on while it was still inside her. "Still want that kiss?" I asked.

"Fuck yes," she murmured.

I left the dildo inside of her, straddled her waist, and thrust my tongue between her lips. She was as good a kisser as she was a fucker. I wondered if her comment about softball parties held true.
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I had sex with Valerie again that afternoon. Making out led to me tribbing myself on her waist, which led to her asking to eat me out, which led to a 69 where I pounded her with the dildo while licking her clit. Then we exchanged numbers and she left because we both had classes to get to, but as soon as the door closed, I realized that I was still really horny. So I texted Payton the picture of me entering Valerie and called her. She answered, "Hey, what's up?"

"Did you get my text?"

"The one you sent literally as you called me? No, I answered the phone instead."

"Well look at it."

"OK."

She was quiet for a moment and then sharply whispered, "Oh my God, Carly!"

"She just left but I'm still so fucking horny."

"Shit, now I am too but I'm on campus."

"Just go to the bathroom or something, I need to get off," I groaned, slowly touching myself.

"Wow, that's not Jessica."

"No it's her ex."

"Oh my God, you are naughty."

"And I think she's kind of a freak."

"Yet she dated Jessica?"

"And seemed sad that I can get her freaky."

"Sad?"

"Ugh, I'm trying to masturbate and you just want to chitchat."

"I'm fascinated by," her voice turned to a whisper, "by the fact that you got with the ex of the girl we had a three-way with."

"She's horny as fuck but a huge bitch. She and Jessica aren't over each other but I don't know how they ever worked." I had stopped trying to masturbate.

"So she knows about you and Jessica?"

"Oh yeah. And that I have a girlfriend. She apparently has orgies with the softball team and I wouldn't be surprised if she cheated on Jessica."

"Tonight I want every detail."

"And this weekend if I can work my way into a softball team orgy."

"Think your mom can score me tickets down?"

"Hell, she might want us all to come. But for now I'm going to call Jessica and see if I can get off again."

"Bye, love."

"Love you."

I texted Jessica "Can I make it up to you?" and she replied less than a minute later with "Not in the way you mean." I told her "You don't know what I mean" and she said "Then come to my room." So I did. She brought me in and sat on her bed while I stood then asked, "So did you enjoy lunch with Valerie?"

I pulled out my phone and brought up the picture then held out the phone for her. "Well I'd know those things anywhere," she lamented and laid back.

"I made her submit. I didn't like the way she treated you but I wasn't going to give up being a slut."

"I'm not even mad. I know your natures."

"So you forgive me?"

She sat up again to look at me. "There's nothing to forgive except myself. Which I can't do because I can't stop."

"Stop what?" I asked, sitting down next to her.

"You literally just fucked my ex, but I'm still addicted to you."

"I like to think that's what's addictive about me."

"What do you mean?"

"You know that I'm a slave to sexual desire," I said as I started to crawl over her. "That you can have me whenever you want and do whatever you want. And when you're not taking me, you know I'm so horny that you don't care that I might be getting some somewhere else. Because you know that only makes me hornier when you want me again."

She pulled me back and I kissed her. We made out and I tried to me more affectionate and less sexual than usual. We kept going, me on top between her legs, for quite a while until her roommate walked in. She pushed me off when we heard the click of the door, but her roommate was well into the room before she realized what was going on. "Oh I'm sorry," she said as she turned to leave again.

"No, stay," Jessica said. "Carly was just leaving."

Having already missed class, I didn't really want to leave and I did want to see if we could get this girl in a threesome. But we were in Jessica's room, so I agreed and went back to my room without a third orgasm. Jessica would have never gone further in her own room anyway.

In fact, she didn't call me the next day, and late Wednesday morning I decided to go get some. I texted Valerie and asked, "So when's the next softball party?" She replied that there wasn't a set one but we could party any time. I said that if the partying doesn't start Thursday night then they're not doing it right, then I told her to set one up and I'd be the entertainment. She agreed.

Thursday night I showed up to the agreed-upon house as skanked out as I could be. My strappy stiletto heels were tall and my ruffled miniskirt was short. The only indications I wore of the weather being cold were all black and a jacket, which covered a tank top low cut enough to make my breasts as visible as possible without losing shape. As usual no panties, but a bra to give that last bit of roundness to my tits.

Valerie let me in and introduced me to the five other girls as she returned to her seat on the couch. I shed my jacket and purse while observing my fellow guests: two were thicker girls like Valerie and the other three were more my shape. I wondered if they paired off like that. It looked like a regular college party, girls mostly in yoga pants but one skinny one in shorts, red cups and liquor and chasers strewn about. "So what have we been doing tonight?" I asked as I followed Valerie and squeezed myself between her and a dirty blonde. She looked like an athletic version of Polly with long hair, but I had already forgotten her name. I crossed my leg so my foot pointed her direction, same direction hers was pointing but with her flexible athletic legs, her foot almost went straight down.

"Mostly waiting for you," Valerie answered.

"And you thought you'd need this much booze to handle me?"

"Clara might," Valerie said, looking past me at the girls whose space I was invading.

"Clara, you don't like me?"

Clara just stammered, "Uh, it's not..." before Valerie interrupted and said, "Clara says she's straight, so she doesn't really party until the alcohol is flowing."

"But you're here," I said, kicking my my foot a bit to remind her of the smooth legs next to her.

"I mean, it can be fun," she said.

"Is this fun?" I asked and pulled her in for a kiss.

She kissed back as I dug in with my tongue and some of the other girls hooted at us. She certainly didn't seem reserved as her tongue pushed back against mine. Though just months ago I thought myself straight, something turned me on about taking this supposedly straight girl. Perhaps because, like me, she had experience with women despite her label.

I pulled off Clara and briefly turned away. "I think I might be in love with her, Valerie," I said.

"She takes a while to warm up, but she's great once she does."

I turned back to Clara and put my hand high on her thigh. "May I continue warming you up?" I asked.

"Might as well," she answered.

I straddled her and began making out again. She was just as enthusiastic as before and soon her hands were grasping my tits through my tank top and bra. "You'll like 'em more with the bra off," I told her, and no sooner had I put my lips back on hers than did I feel her pulling at my hooks.

Her smooth fingers slid over my hard nipples as we continued to display the talents of our tongues. We made out for quite a while, and for a straight girl she knew exactly what to do with her hands. Cupping my breast, pinching my nipples, and slowly rubbing with delicate fingers that moved seamlessly from one to another. I had to have those fingers inside my holes before the end of the night, but first I needed to reward her for the incredible arousal given to my nipples. I silently slid off the couch, pulling her yoga pants and panties with me. She dutifully lifted her ass enough that I could get her pants off without trouble, and so I knelt between her thin, athletic legs, completely exposed even as she still wore her sweatshirt. I put my hands on the backs of her knees to pull her forward, and again she knew exactly what I needed for full access.

Her bush was thin but probably never trimmed. There was no resistance of a hymen when I slipped a finger in, but she was incredibly tight for not being a virgin. She was wet but her scent was faint, and combined with the smooth skin of her legs I figured she had just showered even though her hair was dry. The other girls had also started, I could hear lips smacking and horny women groaning. But Clara's moan when my tongue unfolded her hood was the first sound of sexual ecstasy. And she didn't stop moaning as I ate her.

Clara had hardly begun her moaning when I felt a hand under my skirt. "I bet she didn't wear underwear," came Valerie's voice as a finger went across my mons and into my pussy. "Nope."

"Let me see," came a voice I didn't know.

Valerie's finger pulled out and I felt the other girl's slide in. "Give her a little finger fuck," Valerie said.

The girl's finger gave some jerky thrusts over my G-spot, encouraging me to eat Clara with more vigor. The girl kept at my pussy, almost like she was experimenting with my hole and trying to figure out the odd angle. Then Valerie said, "You're going to like seeing this," presumably to Clara, and I felt something pop into my ass and start vibrating.

"Fuck, I can't see," Clara screamed.

"Oh I think you'll have plenty of chances to see her fucked in the ass," the other girl who was penetrating me said.

Clara groaned almost as if frustrated, but the pulsing of her pussy and the flow of juices told me she was cumming. She wasn't the wettest girl ever until she started cumming, when I felt like a waterfall of pussy juice was crashing into my mouth and flowing down my chin. And next thing I knew, I was cumming along with her, the girl in my pussy finally fingerfucking with a purpose, the vibrator splitting my ass, and most of all the amazing juices and screams of skinny little Clara.

They pulled out of me and I pulled off of a very satisfied Clara. I turned to see Valerie completely naked except for my strap-on. "Found this in your purse," she told me.

"Good," I said. "Because it belongs in my ass."

"So why aren't you on your hands and knees?" she asked.

The reason was that I was enjoying the incredible specimen of the female form that she was. The muscular thighs, the impossibly flat stomach, the huge perky tits with bright pink nipples pointing straight out. And maybe most importantly, her striking blue eyes made brighter by the tight ponytail that revealed all of her gorgeous face and delicate neck.

"Because I want one of your friends in my pussy and I don't see another dildo here."

"Why don't you eat Angela to thank her for fingering you?"

I rolled over to see a black girl still wearing her yoga pants and t-shirt. The v-neck showed her well-rounded tits, bigger than Clara's but smaller than Polly's. I positioned myself for Valerie's dildo and said, "So get those leggings off and that dildo in my ass."

Neither girl needed another direction, and in the short moment between Valerie entering me and Angela getting into position, I growled, "Fuck me like you mean it."

Valerie didn't seem to get the memo that I could take my own dildo hard in the ass, and kept going slow as I started to eat Angela's pink, wet pussy. I'd only been with white women, and there was something incredible about the pink contrast to her dark skin. Clara moaned about how amazing we were fucking and apparently kept moaning until her sounds mixed in with the other girls in the room. Valerie slowly built up her confidence inside of my well-experienced ass and by the time I was making Angela cum, she was pounding me almost as hard as I had pounded her on Monday.

With Angela's juices fully smeared across my mouth, nose, and chin, I lifted my head and cried, "I need it in my pussy." But rather than Angela or Clara slipping under me as I had hoped, I found that Clara was sitting on Angela's face, getting eaten out for the second time already. I put my head back down and rocked back and forth to increase the friction from Valerie's - my - strap-on. "Come on, fuck me harder," I screeched.

"I'll fuck you harder," I heard from the left. There I saw one of the thick girls, t-shirt still on, sitting on the face of the other small girl, and the last thick girl eating out the small one with her ass pointed right at me. I figured the face sitter was the one answering me.

"Then do it," I groaned, "and I'll finish what she's starting.

"Where's that strap at?" she asked.

"Under my bed," Clara whined as Angela had her close to finishing again.

Clara the straight girl was full of lesbian surprises. I tried to think about what more I could do with her as Valerie continued to pound my ass. I was turned on as fuck, but my ass just wasn't sensitive enough. I wished I had Polly's sensitive ass. I tried to think about Polly making Clara eat her ass. Eating Clara's tight pussy while she ate Polly's orgasmic ass. Payton and I double-teaming Clara until she admitted she was a lesbian slut.

But naked women and hot fantasies are no replacement for a woman using your pussy. Finally thick girl came out with her shirt still on but a strap-on in place, about as long as mine but probably not half as thick. "Think we can double-team her?" she asked Valerie.

"If I can stand," Valerie answered, slowing down and pulling out. "This skank's vibrator has me cummed out."

"Bet you and your friend dominating me is good enough for one more," I told her over the screams of another Clara orgasm. I rolled onto my side so that I could look at Valerie. The friend was a sight, but not like Val.

"Up with you," the friend said, holding out her hands. I took them and stood while Valerie got herself up.

"And off with these," Valerie said from behind me. She unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the ground, then pulled my top over my head along with my unstrapped bra. I was careful with my arms to make the stripping seem more graceful than it was.

"Let's get this inside you," my new friend said once I was naked except for my stilettos. She put her hands on my ass and I knew to wrap my legs around her, even though none of my previous partners had been strong enough to hold me that way. With my hands on her shoulders and my legs entwined with hers, she easily guided my pussy onto the stiff dildo strapped between her muscular legs. I was like a doll to her athletic body and the ease with which she could dominate me made me feel like more of a slut than ever. I moaned hoping she would start lifting me up and down on the dildo, but instead I got something better. Valerie's strap-on - my strap-on on Valerie - began to split my ass again. And that feeling, the feeling of double penetration after a long period of anticipation, made me cum in the arms of two strong, big, beautiful women.

They let me ride out my orgasm, both as deep inside me as they could go, and once I was recovering they began to use me like I deserved to be used. My latest lover first pulled back then slammed inside me and held while Valerie did the same. With each thrust I screamed, often with some kind of profanity. "Fuck my ass!" "Oh God, fuck me!" "You split my nasty cunt so good!"

They kept speeding up and each time they did, I yelled louder. "That's right, I'm all the fucking slut you think I am!" "Fuck my dirty pussy!" And as they continued to speed up, my new fuck buddy started to take over, eventually pounding me senseless while Valerie switched to holding me in place with the dildo deep in my bowels. I could tell the girl was working to bring herself to orgasm, and I wanted to encourage her but all I could do was scream at the top of my lungs. But when I started to cum, she started to scream too and Valerie started to rock into me as well as we triple-orgasmed together.

I slid down as we finished and took the dildo covered in juice in my mouth, then turned and took Valerie's shit-stained dildo as well. With both clean, Clara pushed me on my back and sat on my face, apparently too horny to care that I had just sucked off the dildo that had fucked me in the ass. I obliged. A minute later someone lifted my ass and pushed my dildo into my pussy. I could tell it was mine by the size. Whoever was taking me could fuck strong, probably the third thick girl because Valerie was telling me from above my head, "You really are the party slut."

And I was. They used me all night, and I made sure each of them came as many times as I did. I would eventually learn all their names, but three of them remained mysteries until I snuck out in the morning while all six were still passed out in a naked pile on the floor. My heels never came off.
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I didn't just become the party slut, I became the slut of the softball team. Thirteen girls on the teams participated in the parties, along with six girls who weren't on the team but we somehow friends with them. Jessica knew that I was getting sex elsewhere, facilitated by her ex, and would go days without calling me, but always came back desperate for me. Even though I had given her her first three-way, she was reluctant to join any of the parties and never did. Payton loved hearing about them and sometimes she and my mom would get pics a girl or two (and one time three) would let me take.

Winter break came and the parties transitioned to the original group, with me going over to Ms. Alstrom's a few times, both with and without Payton. Most of the times that I went without her, my mom would give Payton a call and they would meet up. Payton and my mom loved having sex together and I loved giving my girlfriend to my mom's pleasure.

Jessica and I talked a bit about her visiting on winter break, but the plans never panned out. Once we got back to school, things went back to how they were with Jessica, her wanting space then desperately wanting sex. The softball team was practicing again, so the parties got smaller but several girls would want one-on-one or three-ways to relax. I had an affinity for the straight girls - Clara was one of four - and I found myself frequently pulling them aside for long moments of intimacy. But Clara was different. The other three were open and honest and one even called me a few times to hook up. Clara seemed to weasel her way out of any chatter about sexuality, even though she had a knack for getting eaten out at orgies but not returning the favor. It's not like I never saw her mouth on a pussy, but she just seemed to float around and sit on whatever face was available. She was so fucking hot though, I just needed to dominate her into a lesbian slut. But I could barely get her one-on-one at an orgy, and I never got her completely alone. When I did manage to have sex with just her, she would just get off and find someone else to get off with.

I had three major goals the second semester of junior year: get Clara alone, get used by a sorority, and work myself into the volleyball team the way I had with the softball team. But Clara was too slippery; she was avoiding something and I could guess what, but I couldn't get her to relax. The volleyball team was an even tougher nut to crack. I could occasionally manage to check out those long legs and tiny spanx, but just didn't have time to seduce one with the demands of the softball team and a chemistry major. I tried to get Jessica to date a volleyball player - she apparently knew a few - and while she wasn't unwilling to do a three-way with me and a non-softball girl, she wasn't able to score any dates and seemed uncomfortable trying.

I was having more success with the sorority angle. I spotted an obvious sorority girl in an upper division general ed course, and drifted my seat over the first few weeks until I was sitting next to her most days. She was kind of the sorority stereotype, hair dyed blonde and always with a little eyeliner, frequently reapplied lip gloss, and a ton of mascara. But she mostly put that cheap dyejob up in a messy bun and wore sweats to class, sometimes her sorority sweatshirt and other times zipups, often with no apparent shirt or bra underneath.

We became friendly enough with regular classroom chatter, but I held off my overt flirting that had worked so poorly for me last semester. She seemed like your regular straight and vain sorority girl, so she might not be easy to bed. But she could be my ticket to her entire sorority, and one of them would have to be interested. For a few weeks I considered finding the sorority and frat parties so I could run into her, but the softball team always gave me something - or someone - better to do.

I finally made progress on March 10. I remember the date very clearly - if you remember, my sister turned 18 in 2019. I was sitting waiting for class, and my sorority friend came in and took her seat with a groan, throwing her purse into her bag. "Isn't it a bitch scheduling brunch sometimes?" she asked me.

"Eh, my friends always let me pick," I answered.

"Ugh, mine are the worst. This place is too crowded, that place isn't good, I don't want to get up that early. Yada yada."

"Where are you guys looking?"

"Um, one wants to go to Jenna's Cafe, another wants to go to Cinnamon and Spice, and the third just wants to complain that we should cut class on Friday instead of going Saturday."

"See this is why my friends let me pick, yours have no taste."

"Oh and you do have taste?"

"I'm a chemistry major who wants to be a food scientist. I have to have taste."

"No way you're a chemistry major."

"Why, because I'm a girl?"

"Because you're not a nerd."

"Well you wear that A-O-Pi sweater, but I thought all sorority girls travel in packs."

She laughed. "I guess we usually do, but no one from A-O-Pi in this class."

"I always figured you guys scheduled together."

"I think most of them do, but I dunno, I guess I'm just pretty different."

She sure didn't look or talk any different. I hoped she meant she was a lesbian. Or better yet, someone just starting to realize she was a lesbian. So I took my chance. "Then why don't you ditch them for brunch and let me take you somewhere good."

She smiled and looked directly at me. "OK, sounds fun. Let me text them that I forgot I can't go."

She, being a sorority girl, was a fast texter, but not fast enough to finish before class started. We didn't say anything more that day. Then the next day, the NBA canceled their season for coronovirus. I had a "dinner" with Jessica that evening, but she canceled because she was too shocked at the reality of coronavirus to get in the mood. We got an email that clearly stated classes were NOT canceled. So a now-rare night of using my mom to get off, then got to class early the next day to see if my friend would come early to see me.

She did, and she also seemed to dress a little sexier. Still in a sweatsuit, still with her hair up but a few more strands in seemingly careful locations. The sweatsuit was pretty tight, and if she had turned away I probably would have had a great view of her ass. But I did get to see her hard nipples poking through as she walked in from the morning air. She clearly wasn't wearing anything under, and the low zipper let me see some free cleavage.

But if she had been thinking about our date when she had gotten dressed, she wasn't now. "Did you see this email?" she asked me.

"Classes are not canceled?" I asked back, slightly mocking the confused state of the email.

"No, the one from like two minutes ago. Classes will be online but campus is open or some shit."

I looked at my phone. She was right, two minutes prior, we had been told that this week was the last week of in-person classes and instructors were advised to move their classes online today and tomorrow if possible. Except for labs. There wasn't much substance to our conversation that day. Then that evening the order came down that the campus was closing and that all students were to leave the dorms except those with lab classes. Labs would remain in person, and only students who needed to stay in the dorms would stay.

I needed to stay for my labs. In the span of a day and a half, I went from having a room to myself to having a whole suite to myself. But I also went from twenty, maybe twenty-one, girls to hook up with to zero, as all of them rushed home in case lockdowns came. Mmy sorority friend canceled our brunch. The same thing happened at Payton's and Joy's schools. Payton and I of course were talking through the whole thing but we only texted on Saturday as she said she was dealing with some home stuff. Later she said she was going to my house without more detail until late Sunday morning when she called me.

"So did you just bang my mom last night or did Polly join?" I asked.

"More properly, your mom banged me. Polly and Joy stayed in her room."

"Shit, Joy's there too?"

"Yup. And we're probably staying."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Joy doesn't want to be in a house with her parents and sister 24-7, and um, well, my parents are drinking again."

"Payton, that's horrible."

"I know, I feel like I should be there, but I also can't live with that. Online school while your parents are drunk shouting at the TV."

"No, you don't need to be there. It just sucks you can't go home. But I can't either, so you can use my bed."

"Your mom's bed worked fine last night."

"Good."

"We almost didn't have sex, I was so upset about my parents. I thought maybe it was just a Friday night thing, that they wouldn't go back to how they were, but when I woke up, they had already started drinking. I was gonna go to Joy's to cool off, but she said her house was crazy, so your mom picked me up. I was really just trying to relax, but your mom was so helpful and everything that by the end of the day, I wanted her bad and I could tell she wanted me."

"She's so good one on one."

"She was amazing. A couple of times I wanted to eat her, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it."

"Really. You seemed to get pretty comfortable eating me over break."

"There's something different with you though. I don't know."

"My mom loves making women melt for her though. She doesn't need you to return any favors."

"True."

"Wait, so Joy was at her house in the morning then later came to mine?"

"Yeah, she didn't get specific but apparently she was fighting with everyone."

"She can usually keep the peace though."

"She kept saying she was sick of them. I dunno, you'll have to ask her. But she seemed more upset than me, I'm pretty sure she and Polly didn't have sex."

"Joy not have sex with Polly?"

"I know, right?"

"So you're both gonna stay?"

"Yeah, Joy already brought a bag. I didn't think I was, but even if my parents weren't drinking, our houses are too small. It's pretty comfortable here."

"Yeah, 'comfortable,'" I joked. "But you can use my room for whatever you need."

"Don't think I'm gonna need your room, your mom seems fine with me in hers."

"Ugh I'm so jealous. Tuesday I was having sex with twenty-five women with a date with another, and now I'm the only person on this fucking campus and my girlfriend gets to fuck my mom."

"I thought it was twenty."

"I'm counting you guys and Ms. Alstrom."

"No, that's twenty. We're not there and they're not here."

"Jessica almost came and visited us."

"And chickened out on every plan."

"Fine. But I'm all alone now. Should have fucked some nerds and not just athletes."

"I'm sure you'll find someone of those left on campus."

I didn't. But I wasn't on campus much longer. Within a few days, the school changed their mind about in-person labs and even decided to close the dorms unless there was hardship, which didn't apply to me. So I basically spent a few days alone for no reason. But Payton and my mom had a lot of amazing sex, sometimes Joy and Polly would join and sometimes not. For those few days, they were the ones FaceTime calling me, usually together and our FaceTime sex would often turn to real sex for them.​