Note: This story is loosely connected to other stories through one of the characters, but it otherwise stands alone. If you enjoy this, you might appreciate the others. I welcome all comments. Thank you.
I.
Emily heard the scratching of a key against the lock and checked to see if Sophie needed any help. She put a hand on Sophie’s shoulder to steady herself, leaning too hard and almost making her collapse. Her friend was in no better condition than she was.
Focusing was difficult. Her eyes ached, and they were somehow both dry and gooey at the same time. Every noise pounded in her head like a jackhammer, echoing in her skull before leaking out of her ears. Her mouth felt wooly and tasted like shit.
This was the early morning after a huge ‘Fuck the Finals’ party one of the fraternities had thrown. The party was crowded, a teeming mass of sweaty bodies smelling like body spray, beer, alcohol, and weed. Sophie was gorgeous with big tits, so she was welcomed wherever she went. Emily was her much less noticeable tag-along friend who got in by standing in Sophie’s shadow.
Now they were both shaking off the effects of way too many hard lemonades. The evening had been so hot, and the icy cold bottles soaked their hands in cooling condensation. They often slid the glistening bottles across their sweaty foreheads to cool off.
After a few drinks, Sophie was making quite the show of sliding the bottle across her substantial cleavage, drenching the front of her cotton sun dress and making her nipples stand at attention. Sophie basked in the rapt attention of the half dozen college wrestlers surrounding her.
Emily had tried rubbing the bottle across her chest to cool off. It had soaked her simple t-shirt and sports bra, but her breasts were petite and unassuming. Even though her nipples were perky, they warranted almost no attention when she was near Sophie.
A surge of bile arose in the back of her throat, burning and harsh. She had to burp to keep from puking. She tasted stomach acid, lime, and peppery, too sweet paint thinner, bringing back stomach-churning memories of cheap tequila. Someone was pouring Cuervo shots and challenged them to throw one back. A hazy memory of doing at least two shots seemed to be banging around in her skull.
For what it was worth, she was starting her new position as a nurse right after graduation and studying to take her board certification test. Her entire upbringing had been aimed at this one objective, the big first step in her plan for life. Between studying and working to cover her expenses, it was a sad realization to have never allowed herself to let loose and enjoy the college experience.
Sophie got the door open, and they both stumbled into Martyn’s apartment. She went straight to the big, brown recliner and plopped down into it, relishing the cool feel of the leather and its rich masculine scent as it enveloped her.
Emily sat on the somewhat stiff couch, but she was too respectful of another’s property to recline on it. She did rest her elbows on her knees and lean into her hands, covering her face to hide the waves of nausea.
Martyn was Sophie’s older brother. He had moved to a new, nicer apartment when the settlement from a car accident left him enough money to go back to university. He had earned a scholarship and an internship, so he was not working construction anymore. But he was still gone most of the time.
As a decent and cool brother, he gave her a key to have a safe place to hide out when school, life, or Mom got to be too much. As her senior year at university wrapped up, she found herself using it more and more. Like Emily, receiving her own B.S. degree in Nursing was now just a formality. She needed to blow off some steam.
Emily often came with her. Sophie always held a secret admiration for Emily. She was so cute and petite, with long, reddish-blonde hair. Fair-skinned and freckled, she had the sort of pert, pink-tipped nose that was so popular in anime. She looked like an innocent angel in her little student nurse uniform. The young doctors at the hospitals, where she did her rotations, already started noticing her.
Emily’s mother had hammered since childhood, the primary objective of becoming a doctor’s wife. As such, her true role as a woman is fulfilled when she met and married a physician. And, her mother had emphasized, a good medical doctor, the kind that made money. None of this ‘Doctor’s Without Borders’ nonsense. The only poor people this physician/husband needed to help was Emily and her family.
Despite this, Emily was a romantic. She wrote prose about finding true love with a handsome young doctor. She imagined tales of sinister hospital administrators cornering her and threatening to rob her of her purity. At the moment of greatest peril, her chivalrous young physician came to her rescue. She used language like ‘chivalrous’ and ‘peril.’
Her main objective, as a young woman, was to arrive at the newlywed suite pure and unsullied. She was, above all, to izmir otele gelen escort offer her virginity as a worthy gift. Her mother, fearful and overprotective, never allowed her to date in high school, and she carried that into college. Despite having Sophie as her best friend, she was still somehow innocent and sweet.
But there was one trait that made Emily more than a friend, Sophie thought. She was able to be quiet and listen. And because she listened, she heard the things that weren’t said. The things that were important. Sophie depended on Emily to call her on her bullshit. Emily kept Sophie sane.
Sophie came out of most conversations admonishing herself for having diarrhea of the mouth. She panicked if there was any lull in a conversation. She always felt compelled to be witty, upbeat and fun. She never felt like was okay to turn her personality off in a crowd.
There was nothing subtle and coquettish about Sophie. Her breasts had developed early and continued developing for quite a while. With her slim waist, flared hips, and firm, round ass, she was one of those women that just exuded sexuality. People formed immediate opinions about Sophie’s morality without knowing anything else about her.
She was built to draw attention, often dressing to maximize the impact. Her physical attributes became a very powerful tool for getting her way. This made Sophie very popular with men, including her professors and TA’s. Other women steered their boyfriends in another direction when they saw her walking towards or away from them.
As she developed into an object of desire, she recognized the importance of making smart choices. She developed her own moral code, and it was stricter than anyone guessed. It was not a strait jacket like Emily’s morality. There was value in the appearance of being attainable, not in being attained. Although she was often crass and vulgar, she had an undeserved reputation for being a slut.
Her mother assumed this as well. She made sure she understood the medical and personal consequences of sexual activity, but she wasn’t interested in teaching her morality. She made it clear that she was more of a friend than a mother, and therefore it was not for her to judge. She also made sure she was on birth control and took every opportunity to keep her stocked with condoms.
Despite being more experienced than Emily in all the aspects of college life, Sophie was not a big drinker. After a couple of close calls with some jerks who tried to get her drunk and take advantage of her, she became leery of guys who kept handing her drinks. Often, she found a way to pour them out, or spill them by accident. This was a trick she meant to teach Emily, who until last night, refused to drink alcohol.
The party last night was Emily’s first foray into being a bad girl. Last night had been special for Emily. It was her 21st birthday. Like Sophie, who turned 21 the previous year, she was now a full-fledged adult. And she could enjoy a few drinks as a responsible adult. Sophie knew it was her birthday, but Emily had not shared this with anyone else at the party. And she kept it a secret until after her fourth hard lemonade.
She climbed onto the pool table, of whatever fraternity this was, and made a very public announcement. The music was loud, and Emily slurred her words enough that none but those up close heard and understood her. Still, the crowd cheered for the sake of cheering.
This encouraged Emily. Her t-shirt was now soaked, and her pert nipples jutted out. The young men in the crowd began to chant “SHOW US YOUR TITTIES!”
And she did. At first, she lifted her shirt, but all that showed was her soaked, white sports bra. With a bit of fumbling, she lifted this up as well and exposed her pert young charms to a very appreciative crowd. She threw her shoulders back to accentuate her chest. Despite her thin frame, she displayed her breasts with pride, little mounds that were nothing compared to Sophie’s, she thought. But they were firm, creamy white, and tipped with delicate pink areolae and hard nipples jutting out. The crowd cheered even more. Then came the tequila shots.
Things threatened to take a turn for the worse from there, but Sophie kept it together long enough to call for a Lyft and get a ride to her brother’s apartment. She saw the sharks circling Emily. She also knew that Emily was defenseless against a grasping and groping crowd of young men. Sophie protected her friend.
By the time the driver dropped them off, the full effect of the alcohol was happening. They managed to stagger to the door and get in. Now, secure in Martyn’s living room, they both blacked out.
II.
Martyn stayed up until 2:45 a.m. studying. With his early classes, he knew he should have gone to bed hours earlier. However, he struggled to grasp some advanced physics concepts, and he needed to get a decent grade to keep his scholarship. His internship was proving to be a real time suck as izmir rus escort well. There was little time left for studying, despite how valuable the experience he was getting.
He dragged himself to bed. Exhaustion made his feet feel disconnected from his body, like unresponsive cement blocks that made him lurch and stumble. His eyelids were heavy, closed to the thinnest slit, as he navigated like a blind man the familiar route to his bed. Along the way he discarded his t-shirt, gym shorts and underwear. When it was hot like now, he slept in the nude to take advantage of any evening breeze coming in through the open bedroom window. This night was still, hot, and humid, a merciless continuation of an unseasonable May heatwave. He collapsed on top of the faded blue comforter and snuggled up with a large, cozy, gray body pillow. Sleep overtook him as his body settled into the mattress.
The 6am alarm on his phone startled him awake. Experience taught him to charge it on the dresser at night, far enough away to require him to get out of bed to turn it off. Still shaking off the heavy effects of sleep, he lumbered off to the bathroom. By habit he scratched his balls and stroked his cock a few times to get the blood flowing. As part of his morning routine, he liked to know his little soldier still stood and saluted. Glancing down, he confirmed, with excessive pride, that all systems were functioning.
Working construction was already a distant memory, but he remained fit and trim by commuting everywhere on his bicycle and making use of the university weight room. He was tall, with shoulder length, auburn hair, broad shoulders and a narrow waist. The deep tan he used to have from working outside was now the corpse-like pallor of a student living at the library.
He yawned and turned the corner from his bedroom to the bathroom, colliding his full body into Emily. She yelped and stepped back into what she considered a defensive pose. And then she gasped to see Sophie’s brother standing before her, stark naked with an impressive thingy. A thingy, that moments before had poked her in the belly.
Martyn stood wide-eyed, trying to figure out what had happened. The startling encounter had shaken the sleep out of his system, but he struggled to form a coherent explanation for why Sophie’s friend, Emily, was standing in the bathroom doorway gawking at his straining erection. He also wondered why his erection somehow decided to get even harder than before.
Martyn pulled it together enough to speak. “Emily… what are you doing here?”
She stood, mouth agape with shock. Martyn made no attempt to hide his nakedness, much less cover his manhood.
“Emily,” Martyn said, snapping his fingers in front of her face. “Hey, where’s Sophie?”
Emily gave a limp flick of her hand, indicating the living room, without taking her eyes off him. She now realized that her jaw was hanging slack, and more embarrassing still, her eyes were locked on Martyn’s crotch. She was transfixed by the way it bounced up and down and swung side-to-side as he talked and snapped his fingers in front of her face.
“We…uh… we came here a few hours ago. She said you’d be okay with it.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. I just didn’t know anyone was here. I sleep hard.”
Emily heard the soft, padding footsteps of Sophie coming up behind her. She managed to close her mouth, but she remained unable to pull her eyes off Martyn’s pulsing thingy.
“Put some clothes on Martyn. You’re scaring the normies,” Sophie said. “Relax Emily. Our mother taught us to not be ashamed of our bodies, so being naked around the house is no big deal for Martyn or me.”
For the first time Martyn gave thought to the implications of standing nude with a full erection in front of his sister’s friend. He turned sideways and scrunched up a bit, using his hands to push down his boner and provide some minimal cover.
“Nice morning wood you’re rocking there, buddy,” Sophie said with an impish grin. “You better put it away before you poke a girl’s eye out.”
“Maybe give me a little heads up when you come over in the middle of the night.”
“We got a little hammered last night and needed a safe place to crash. She couldn’t go back to her mom’s house, and I didn’t want to take her to Mom’s.”
“No problem, that’s why I gave you the key. A little courtesy would be a nice touch, though. What if I was getting a little action last night?”
“It’s a school night, I figured you might even still be up studying. There’s no way a little nookie is getting between you and your scholarship.”
“I need to get away from this situation,” Emily interjected. “Excuse me,” she said, pushing past Sophie and now turning her head to face anywhere but at Martyn’s cock. But her eyes betrayed her and kept returning to get another glimpse of him.
“Let me grab some Tylenol before you get in the bathroom. I better get some for Emily too, I’m sure her head is pounding like a drum.” She stepped past him and pulled a pill izmit escort bottle out of the medicine cabinet.
Martyn squeezed past her to get into the bathroom. As he passed, Sophie reached down and gave the tip of his dick a playful little tweak. “I’ll get some coffee going while you shower.”
Sophie went to the kitchen, gesturing for Emily to join her. Emily sat at the little two-person table, head low from shame. “You okay?” Sophie asked.
“This is all too much,” Emily said. “Getting drunk, passing out, and waking up on your brother’s couch.”
“Don’t forget about dancing on the table and flashing your boobs.”
“That was real?”
“Oh yeah. You were a real hit with the guys. That’s why I trundled you out of there and brought you here.”
“And then I got stabbed in the belly by your brother’s thingy,” she said, turning bright red with embarrassment.
“You’re all grown up now, and a nurse. At least call it his boner.”
“Yes, his bo… thingy”
“It’s ok. You can say it. Or erection, or cock, or whatever. But not ‘thingy’,” Sophie said, laughing.
“Stop it,” Emily protested. “It’s not funny.”
“Oh yes, it is.”
Emily snorted and then she was laughing too.
III.
Over the next week Emily tagged along with Sophie to Martyn’s apartment three more times. She held a secret hope to somehow see him again. If so, seeing him naked is better than not. Fate, however, did not cooperate. At each visit he was either at school or his internship.
Something had clicked in her mind, something she had not had to deal with before. She found herself fantasizing about Martyn at night, when she was alone in her room. Romantic daydreams about several of the young men in her classes had occupied her mind over the years, but, to her odd realization, they were all very chaste. The chains of her controlled, fundamentalist, upbringing seemed to prohibit how much her imagination allowed. What a rebel she had called herself after she imagined her first secret, stolen kiss.
But imagining herself with Martyn freed her from this mental dungeon. She was now unbound, shackles of propriety fallen away. Her body swayed to visualize his strong fingers touching her cheek. She thrilled at the thought of his muscular arms pulling her body up against his. Unbidden, she felt the press of his erection on her belly again, but now she was unable, and unwilling, to pull away.
She recalled every detail of his glorious, nude body, studying it with an unintended intensity. He was so tall, well over six feet, she guessed. His hair had been a tangled mess from just waking up, but she knew it to be more of a natural, loose cut of curly auburn locks.
Licking her lips, she tilted her head back to imagine an ephemeral kiss. There was a faint taste of black coffee, she reasoned, the result of a student’s dependence on caffeine. Her mouth watered to taste the coffee.
Time stopped at their first kiss, so gentle and unpresuming, almost tentative. Martyn brushed his lips against her neck, her chin and the tip of her nose. Every imagined fleeting touch of his lips against her skin sent an electrical charge deep into her core. These pulses of electricity radiated through her body to the tips of her fingers and toes. She was taken aback to realize that the sensation made her feel flush in her face and, for the first time, between her legs.
Soon Martyn revealed his passion, parting her lips with his tongue and thrusting it into her mouth. Her first French kiss. A quiver of excitement and fear made her heart race.
Knowing of it from movies, Emily didn’t quite understand what to expect from a French kiss. She accepted it was something that just happened. She welcomed her first French kiss, as a rite of passage, the first step towards leaving behind her innocence and embracing her sexuality.
She envisioned sliding her hands across his broad chest. There was an irresistible temptation to kiss and lick his dark, hard nipples. She wanted to taste the sweat of his exertions, to know his intimate desires. Where did these ideas come from, she wondered?
In her mind he had a faint, musky scent that seemed to command submission. Martyn need not say anything. She knew that he led her to unimaginable places. He knew she followed, wherever his pleasures led.
Behind locked doors and alone on her bed, trembling hands overcame the prohibitions against touching herself. One hand moved up to her chest, cupping one of her small, pale breasts. She gave a tentative pinch to the soft pink nipple, feeling it become firmer. A gratifying surge of pleasure added to the hot concentration of feelings radiating from her core.
Her other hand snaked along the sensitive flesh of her taut belly. She paused for a moment at the waistband of her pink, cotton panties. Beneath the soft fabric was a thick thatch of reddish blonde pubes surrounding her swollen labia and beyond. Modesty opted for her to keep her hands outside at first, despite the burgeoning wetness dotting her panties.
Inexperienced fingers rubbed across the thin cotton panel between her legs, seeking the focal point of pleasure Sophie insisted was there. Her legs opened wider, and she arched her pelvis forward as she discovered the sensitive button emerging from its delicate hood.