Our conversation wandered back to the topic of Friday’s band, and the crazily public ‘love’ life of its lead singer. The fact is, unrequited lusts aside, I really enjoyed hanging out and shooting the shit with Lisa and Lee. I made it almost half an hour before the sweltering heat and my thick outdoor clothes and puffy vest made it too uncomfortable to sit there any longer, and I bestirred myself to head back to my own room. In addition to the heat, both girls had had homework in front of them when I first entered, and I was concerned that I might wear out my welcome. That would be a fate to be avoided at all costs with either of them, much less both. I judged that I had been right, and that they really did need to work, as Lee closed the door behind me when I left.
My own room was quiet as always as I entered. I stripped down so I could put on something light enough to handle the heat of winter-strength radiators in a time of warm spring snow. I had essentially an oversized single dorm, as my assigned roommate had dropped out after the fall semester. It wasn’t that he was having any trouble with his classes, but was instead so damned smart that he was bored to tears. As it turned out, he would end up taking three full semesters off before coming back and graduating with both a bachelors and a masters in five total years, including the time he had taken off. While he was gone, he nerded out on his keyboard and his workbench and came up with a gizmo that you probably own at least one of, and sold it for high seven figures to the multinational that now sells it like it was their idea. When he wasn’t reinventing consumer electronics, the guy was screwing the beautiful girlfriend he’d been with since Senior year in high school. The fucker.
I only bring up my rock star of an ex-roommate to illustrate how much I am not some kind of exceptional dude. At 5′ 8″, I’m a good two inches below average height for a guy. I’m in decent shape, and I almost always shower regularly, so I got that going for me. As a student, B+’s come to me as easy as breathing in virtually any subject, but I’ve got to actually be interested in the material to get A’s or especially A+’s. I’m that guy who other kids hate because he makes things look easy, but who also seldom impresses anyone that matters with his results. (Hi Mom!) My only feature that really stands out is my smile. The evidence provided by women over the years has suggested that it is a real winner, and after four miserable years in braces as a kid, it damned sure ought to be good now. I tend to smile a lot, in part because I am usually a pretty happy guy, and in part because I have learned instinctively that smiling increases my chances that certain things might happen to make me even happier…
I tended to smile constantly when I was around Lisa and Lee. Neither seemed to find it weird or off-putting, but, alas, neither of them had spontaneously melted into my arms because of it either.
I had plans to go to the concert with my friends Carl and Pepe. The high plains weather had done its thing and the air was thirty degrees warmer than it had been just two days prior. There was not a cloud in the sky, and the ground was dry. We horsed around as we crossed campus, shoving each other a little and giving shit to Pepe for being so tall and to me for being so short.
To be clear, I am not short. I am five-eight. I am shorter, not short.
When we got to the venue and the warm-up act came out to annoy everyone, I found that Carl and Pepe, the shits, had each arranged to meet dates. I suddenly found myself sitting on the grass between two couples, neither of which had any interest in talking to me. After I had sat there like a total prat for an awful warm-up song or two, I rose and excused myself. Neither buddy took note of my departure.
I wandered around aimlessly, or so I told myself. I had an aim, of course. It was to find Lisa and Lee, which I did in short order. During the first couple of months that I knew them, I couldn’t understand why I was always able to find them in a crowd so easily. I eventually realized that I was using some sub-conscious process that recognized the way that people’s eyes tend to gravitate toward the two of them, and I was just following the currents of other people’s attention.
I approached, and lowered myself to sit cross-legged behind them.
“There you are,” drawled Lee.
“I thought you were coming with Pepe and Carl,” added Lisa.
I shrugged and nodded off behind us and to the left, where Carl and his new girl were lying on the grass, horizontal and superimposed. “They both found better company than I was going to provide.”
They both laughed at my expense, as did I.
The concert was great, once the opening act got the fuck out of there. I was especially happy when Lee and Lisa slid backward to sit on either side of me during the show, including me between them. The bad news was that I could no longer stare openly at their asses, which was a genuine loss. But the good news was that I could check out both of their fronts out of the corners of my eyes. Lisa’s modest but perfectly formed tits were hard to make out in her loose, lavender Lacoste shirt. Lee’s much more impressive chest was clearly outlined by her tight teeshirt from the band’s tour the prior year. She might have not loved her legs, but she was just fine with making sure people got an eyeful of her chest.
As the concert went on, I found myself rubbing shoulders with both girls as we swayed back and forth, singing the lyrics along with the band and half the crowd. Later, during a slower song, Lee tiredly leaned against me, resting against my arm. A moment of so after that, Lisa leaned over against my other side. They stayed there, leaning on my shoulders for a long time. It was the nicest, longest, most casually intimate contact I had ever had with either of them. Alas, neither seemed more affectionate than the other. And anyway, there seemed to be nothing remotely sexual or romantic about it on either side. I just grossed to the music and leant sturdy support to each. But I still found myself fighting a boner that would have been square in both their fields of vision had it gone much further toward fruition. Fortunately, the next song was one of the band’s big hits, and everybody leapt to their feet. It was great evening, and I honestly thought that I had touched each of them more during that concert than I had in total since I had met them, even if it had been just shoulder-to-shoulder.
I have to confess though, it really got me going. When I got back to my double-sized yet single dorm room, I yanked my pants down to my knees and threw myself onto my bed.
I looked down at my cock to see Lisa’s smiling, cornflower blue eyes looking back up at me. Her long, lush lashes, incredibly alluring even without mascara, framed those glorious orbs spectacularly. I groaned as she worked my cock in her delicate hands. With a grin that arched her almost invisible platinum eyebrows, she tilted my head against her lips and pushed me inside her mouth.
I rolled my head back, then looked down. The girl kneeling before me had morphed, and now I was looking at the lovely mocha face of Lee. Her brown eyes smiled up at me just as happily, their dark pools sparkling with delight. Her wide mouth, decorated with the eccentrically bright red lipstick she always wore, wrapped more easily around my cock than Lisa’s had. I moaned as she easily took my shaft in and out rapidly.
Later, at a point where it was once more Lisa’s happy face that consumed my cock, I shuddered and moaned quietly as my balls emptied and sprayed white jizz all over my stomach and hand. I collapsed backward, feeling just little bit of shame that I had, as was often the case, used my friends like that in my masturbatory fantasies.
To be fair, Scarlett Johansen may have also made an appearance, giving my friends a break during the middle of the festivities. She and a few other celebrities often dropped by, but that night it was Scarlett, I’m pretty sure. She took off pretty quickly after she appeared, though. My mind was on my dorm mates.
I and my smile have always done pretty well with the girls, but since less than a month after first meeting Lisa and Lee, Rosy Palm and her crew had been my only sexual partners. Everyone does well with the ladies when they are lying alone in the dark, with their dick in their hand. I just was getting sick and tired of getting ‘laid’ like that… even if it did involve Scarlett Johansen… or sometimes a young Halle Berry.
Oh, and sometimes I thought about… You get the picture.
The next weekend, I was once more ensconced on Lisa and Lee’s beanbag on Saturday afternoon, setting sunlight streaming through the window and half blinding me as we talked. We all three got an Instagram notification at the same time and smirked at each other as we each checked our phones. We had been talking about nothing interesting enough to ignore the social media stimulation, especially since we all got the same notification.
It was a picture of Carl and his girl from the concert. The picture was from the shoulders up, and it was pointedly obvious that like his, her shoulders were innocent of any clothing, even camisole or bra straps… Our conversation went to Carl’s hot new item, and our universal agreement that it would not last.
“Still, I refuse to Like this damned pic,” declared Lisa. “No guy that have I wanted to has asked me out all year.”