My Only Talent Ch. 22

I was standing at an altar, next to a preacher that looked suspiciously like Professor Lillehammer, who was saying "You have to choose one, Mr. Roberts!" One of the 'Four Girls' had long dark hair and appeared with a black bullwhip, calling me her worm, and yelling at me to kiss her feet, while two lovely woman kissed her breasts and she was simultaneously being double penetrated by two body builder types with huge cocks, shoving one in her ass and the other in her pussy. Another girl had short black hair, and was on servicing a line of 40 or so guys waiting to fuck her. A third girl, a beautiful vision dressed in white and with platinum hair, floated above it all, saying "Even if I decide to marry you I may not choose to have sex with you". Finally, a fourth girl, a big blonde, stood right behind me, constantly whispering in my ear "I love you Robbie!" I suppose they could be bin sorted as too domineering, too hot, too cold, and just right, but I thought the whole point of college was to have some wild times and not have to choose right now!

Apparently I tossed and turned and slept all the way though the trip back to Austin, not really getting any rest nor resolving any of my dilemmas. Suddenly the Mini Cooper was in Lara's parking space below her high rise, with Suzanne's nondescript Dodge parked next to it. Suzanne was shaking me while Lara packed up stuff to carry upstairs.

"Wake up, Robbie. It's time for the two of us to go to supper at Strelsa and Günter's. The walk will be good for us."

Lara said she had to study, but she certainly hoped we had a stimulating evening ahead of us, with emphasis and air quotes on the word 'head', and Suzanne tried to kick her again.

Supper sounded good. I was hungry, again. Their place was only a few blocks south of Lara's, just north of the river. On the walk there, Suzanne strutted, her Suzie radiating a little marathon best time ever pride with some domination dance thrown in. I suppose there was some advantage to being as wiped out as I was, because when we got there Günter looked very, very nervous, and I realized that I had been too tired to think about it much. For that matter, Strelsa looked a little nervous herself. Suzanne did not. In fact, she looked like the cat that knew it was about to eat the canary. Strelsa puttered about the kitchen while we all made small talk, comparing final exam schedules and workloads perfunctorily.

Ever the freshman, I had not realized it when I made up my schedule, but the times for final exams were based on when the class was scheduled. Kevin had explained it to me after being schooled by the frat house slackers on the top techniques to maximize free time. One of his buddies, who was from Colorado and wanted to leave early to go skiing as soon as possible, had selected his classes strictly on the basis of the earliest possible final exam dates and times and thus a departure date for him, putting aside all those frivolous considerations like required classes, pre-requisites, and teaching effectiveness surveys. I suspected that given my degree plan, I would have very few choices, and consider myself lucky just to get any section of any class I needed in the semester that I needed it.

Strelsa served up another eye appealing and tasty but relatively insubstantial cheese dusted salad that was barely an appetizer and just made me realize how hungry I really was. The main course was lamb. This seemed appropriate as Strelsa was about to be staked out for Suzanne the she-wolf. Given the way Suzanne had just publicly dominated Lou Baby at ZZZ, I was a expecting her to crush poor Strelsa. But it did not turn out like that. Not at all.

Stresla served our plates and graciously accepted our complements. The lamb was just about perfect, and there was enough of it, too, plus potatoes, asparagus, and some sourdough rolls. I was starting to feel pretty good, but still tired enough to just sit back and watch the show that was about to unfold. We all cleared our own plates and put them in the sink, and Strelsa offered dessert; Suzanne touched her arm and said "That's just what I was thinking."

Strelsa drew in a whistling breath between her slightly gapped front teeth, and we walked into their living room. Günter drew the curtains, ensuring that no neighbors could peek in. Suzanne maneuvered for position and we ended up with Günter and I sitting on the two arm chairs flanking either end of the sofa, and she and Strelsa together in the middle on the sofa. The conversation continued, and Suzanne casually slipped her hand up onto the back of the couch and lightly touched Strelsa's shoulder again. I began to feel like I was a chaperone watching an attempted petting session at an eighth grade party, but it was much more than that.

They were talking very softly and looking right at each other, and I realized I really didn't care what they were talking about, and it really didn't matter. They were looking in each other's eyes and Günter and I might as well not have been in the room. I looked over at Günter and his eyes were glued to the two of them like he was watching a UFO land in his living room. The two women moved a little closer together, their shoulders now almost touching like they were riding together in a small car. They began to lean further toward each other, and somehow as they talked they seemed to speak more slowly and leave their mouths open at the end of each phrase. Strelsa laughed, and Suzanne looked at her and then stopped all motion, putting her tongue up on her upper lip and looking directly into Strelsa's eyes. Did that look have the same effect on Strelsa as it did on me? The Suzie signals surprised me: Suzanne's recent domination radiation was much less, and there was desire and tenderness. Strelsa, in complete opposition to my expectations, was excited and anxious to get on with it.

Suzanne moved her arm down directly onto Strelsa's shoulder and squeezed it gently but unmistakably: it was a caress. Strelsa dropped her eyes, but then looked back up at Suzanne and smiled. Suzanne slipped her fingers inside Strelsa's loose fitting blouse, and repeated the same caress, but with fingers on bare skin. An involuntary sigh escaped from Günter: I was too short of breath to even sigh.

Suzanne's fingers began a slow, kneading motion, and Strelsa turned to face her more directly. She dipped her head and then looked up at Suzanne, who slowly moved her fingers toward Strelsa's neck, then moved them back to her shoulders, and then repeated the motion, gradually expanding the area she was touching. Strelsa smiled. Suzanne reached up with her other hand, and undid the first button on the front of Strelsa's blouse. Günter groaned. I finally exhaled.

They almost looked like opposite colored dolls: Strelsa was white blond, pale, with very pale blue eyes. Suzanne was dark haired, olive-skinned and her eyes were a very dark chocolate brown. They were each healthy, athletic, and smart. Strelsa was a little taller, her arms and legs were a little longer, her face a little plainer. Suzanne was a little older, her breasts a little larger, her eyes a little bigger, her lips a little fuller, and right now her hands much more active. She was sitting on Strelsa's left and using her right hand to gently touch from the lobe of Strelsa's left ear all the way to the outside of her left shoulder and then back again. When Suzanne stopped for an instant, Strelsa moved her shoulder up toward the hand, like a dog trying to get its owner to keep petting it.

Suzanne smiled, and undid another button on Strelsa's blouse. She then moved her hand around to the opposite side of Strelsa's neck and pulled her gently towards her. She stopped well short of pulling their faces together, and then leaned down and kissed Strelsa on the shoulder, where her fingers and previously been. Strelsa sighed, and then leaned her head to the right, offering Suzanne more neck to kiss. Suzanne did, simultaneously opening the rest of the buttons. Günter shifted in his seat and cleared his throat. The girls did not notice.

As an eager student of seduction, I wondered about Suzanne's next move. Would she go for the kiss on the lips, try to slip the blouse off now that it was unbuttoned, or kiss the neck some more? It was none of the above. She gently took Strelsa's left ear lobe in her teeth and bit it. Strelsa shivered, her blouse slipped down, and I realized that she had no bra on. Suzanne moved her right hand over and across Strelsa's body and slipped the blouse down some more, exposing the right breast. A shock ran through me: I think I made a noise but they didn't seem to notice. Strelsa had the hardest, most spectacularly erect nipples that I had ever seen. It didn't matter how big her breasts were, it could take you years just to appreciate how wonderful those nipples were. I wanted to start my study right away, but I knew I would have to wait a while.

Suzanne would not have to wait. She slipped the other side of that blouse down and began gently touching all around those amazing nipples, using the back of her fingers to explore the breast without ever actually touching the nipple itself. She kissed the tops of Strelsa's shoulders, and then the tops of her breasts, leaving the nipples still untouched. Strelsa groaned at the same time Günter did. More patient than any man would have been, Suzanne continued to work the breasts, shoulders, neck and face, waiting placidly until Strelsa took the initiative and kissed her right on the lips. It was a slow progression, but soon Suzanne was kissing everything above Strelsa's waist, and Strelsa was beginning to murmur softly.

Their kisses got more and more active, and suddenly Suzanne pushed Strelsa gently back away from her and against the back of the couch. I wondered how she would get those little panties off. She fooled me again. She left them on, and began to gently touch Strelsa through them. A trail of kisses led toward Strelsa's navel, and then Suzanne hovered her mouth over the panties, and when Strelsa pushed her hips up to try to meet Suzanne's mouth, she then continued down to gently kiss the bare thighs below the panties. The Suzie signal environment continued to amaze me. Strelsa was growing increasingly impatient, her Suzie sounding like Janet's did when I first realized that it was saying 'just shut up and work on me', but Suzanne was sending tenderness, patience, and a strong desire to please. I certainly didn't see that coming.

Strelsa pushed down with her feet and up with her thighs, lifting her butt off the couch and using one hand to slip her panties off. Another surprise, she was once again a fascinating partial mirror image of Suzanne: a wonderfully trimmed little white blond landing strip highlighting some puffy pink pussy lips, glistening in the light from the lamps on either side of the sofa. It took my breath away, and redirected my circulation dramatically. Strelsa stretched and opened her legs so far I wondered if she might dislocate a hip. Suddenly the thin blond Austrian exchange student who had so shyly walked the halls of my high school during junior year like a perfect pale sugar cookie that would never leave its wrapper, much less get eaten, was writhing naked on her couch, impatient to have one of my two incredibly hot college girlfriends go down on her, and filling the room with a wonderful smell like some kind of exotic European sushi, while her husband and I watched slack jawed. It made me want to bust out with a few stanzas of 'Texas, Our Texas' but with my singing voice that would constitute sadism. What starts here changes the world!

Suzanne continued to patiently kiss Strelsa's thighs, and Strelsa began to murmur something like "bitte jetzt" over and over. Her nipples looked like delicious rock candy just crystallizing out of pink sugar water, so hard they were almost ready to crack. Finally Strelsa said "teraz" and "lizac" and grabbed the back of Suzanne's head and pulled it towards her crotch.

Surprisingly, Suzanne did not resist. Her Suzie sang more and more excitement as she tenderly began tonguing Strelsa. For her part, Strelsa was sending crazed excitement and wild surprise at how incredibly turned on she was feeling. Suzanne was very systematic and thorough, but she was feeling the heat, too, as I detected her wonderful smell in the air. Günter did to, and he began to breathe deeply like a diver that had just come up for air. Suzanne pressed forward and Strelsa began breathing much faster and shaking a bit. A low moan passed her lips, which morphed to a growl and then a guttural groan, and I felt Strelsa's orgasm as a Suzie blast hitting me like firecracker going off. Suzanne hummed just like she sometimes did when I came in her mouth, paused for a moment, and then went back to work, slowly, tenderly.

After two more fragrant little eruptions, Suzanne's mouth worked her way back up to Strelsa's, and they had one of those deep kisses that lasted a very long time. Günter let out a breath like he had been holding it forever and said 'verdammen' softly. Suzanne broke the kiss, pushed away gently, and leaned back against the arm of the couch on her side, giving Strelsa a very direct and smoky look that said 'your turn'. Strelsa wasted no time moving toward her, and her Suzie was singing urgency and lust. Suzanne looked up at Günter. I thought she would give him one of those dominatrix looks that said 'I have conquered your wife' but instead she looked surprised and apprehensive. Suzanne turned and looked at me next, and she looked almost like a scared little girl. What is going on? Then Strelsa's lips closed on Suzanne's nipples and she closed her eyes and arched her neck.

Suzanne slid her butt down to the edge of the couch, and put her knees up high, brazenly offering her pussy to Strelsa, who continued her patient progression around Suzanne's breasts and down toward her waist. When Strelsa finally found her target, Suzanne's eyes snapped open in surprise and she looked right at me. I wondered if Strelsa was just as amazed as I had been with how magical Suzanne's little snatch was. I believed that was Strelsa's first taste of pussy, and she was sure starting with the best. She seemed to be treating it very well, too, and Suzanne's eyes rolled up in her head and she began to moan. The two Suzie signals harmonized, not beating at almost the same frequency like Lara and Suzanne did, but staying an octave apart, harmonizing and syncopating. I had tuned in Suzanne's Suzie signal and used it to plot my tongue's path to making her come many times, and I knew her tendencies, and it seemed to me that little Strelsa was a natural. She had no Suzie receiver, but she had instincts, and she was about to launch dusky sweet Suzanne on a little rocket ride.

There was a groan, and a sneeze, and then in rapid succession there were two more quick sneezes. I looked up at Günter: the sneezing when Suzanne came had surprised him. Strelsa too: she pulled her head up to look, and Suzanne smiled at her, then touched her head and urged it back down. That seemed a little more in character for her. Strelsa lost herself in it again, and seem to acquiesce as Suzanne crawled up on the couch toward her. I knew what was coming, so to speak, and sure enough, Strelsa soon found her face trapped between those lovely but hard olive thighs, and being fucked by those grinding pussy lips! Strelsa reacted just like I did; she rolled up her stiff tongue and thrust forward with her neck muscles to meet Suzanne's motions, doing her best to maximize her stimulation of Suzanne. Another wave of that wonderful aroma filled the room, and another sneeze.

I looked over at Günter. He looked like someone had hooked up a big bicycle pump to him and seriously overfilled his inner tube. He was pumped up, red faced; breathing hard and looking wildly about with crazed and dilated eyes. Did they use steroids on women's rowing teams? Did Günter have access to them? Suzanne surprisingly now had that same wild look: and her Suzie telegraphed over excited and under satisfied. No relief for the wicked?

Strelsa sat up with her version of a shit eating grin on her face. Or maybe I should say pussy eating grin: she tried it, she liked it, and she cleaned her plate. She and Suzanne shared another long and languid kiss, smiled warmly, and then began to help each other find their under things and put them back on. Somehow that was just as sexy as the buildup to the whole thing.

And then it just seemed like just another after dinner evening, except for the crazy smells and pheromones still hanging in the air. There were polite thanks, a couple of hugs, and a polite handshake, and then suddenly Suzanne and I were standing just outside of the apartment door, looking at each other funny. Just on the other sides of the door, some guttural German sounding words were heard, and then something slammed into the other side of the door, presumably Strelsa's body. Something then pushed on the door, several times, and Suzanne covered her mouth to suppress a giggle. Then we heard a progression of sounds that sounded like the singer on one of my roommate Kevin's Rammstein mp3's. On crack.

Kevin would sometimes 'Go German' on nights when he did not have a date: buy a six pack of some kind of German beer, and slam all six in a row while singing along drunkenly to Rammstein songs like 'Rosenrot' and literally banging his head against the wall. I suppose it was no more unlikely than him having the initials 'KKK'. He said it was a throwback to junior high, when he and his buddies would 'get all Medieval' in his East Hampton garage. Right now, Günter was apparently 'getting all Medieval' on Strelsa, but not like any Renaissance Fair I had ever heard of. I hoped she liked it.

As we made our way down to the street, Suzanne was surprisingly subdued, and actually took my hand as we left the elevator. I waited for her talk, usually the best option.

"Robbie? Will you take me back to your dorm for a while?" Her Suzie carrier was suddenly vividly modulated with images recalling her last visit, where she said she enjoyed 'being fucked like an animal', and I certainly enjoyed making that happen for her. With swelling pride at Suzanne's growing need for penetration and her truly inspired choice of me to help her out, some practical considerations soon occurred to me. How late was Kevin pulling study hall at ZZZ? Text messaging sometimes comes in handy.

ROBBIE: how late at ZZZ? On my way to dorm room with company. KEVIN: here until at least midnight but would come back to watch Suze :) ROBBIE: Lou is invited to watch but you are not. KEVIN:!!!(*^(*&))(@)@&%!!!

We got into the dorm elevator, which at this hour predictably reeked with the smell of warm beer and stale cheap delivery pizza. Suzanne's Suzie signal filled the elevator, inspired by the olfactory memory triggers I supposed, and her breathing accelerated. There were three other guys in the elevator, and I recognized them and knew they were going on up to 12 after we got off, that is if they weren't still hypnotized by looking at my date, which they plainly were now. Totally out of character, Suzanne smiled at them instead of ignoring them, and then put her hand behind me and in my pants, under my underwear, and down between my ass cheeks.

Well, it was nice to be wanted, and I did promise to be her meat puppet, didn't I? We exited the elevator at my floor, and made our way down the hallway to my room. As soon as the door was closed, Suzanne put her lips to my ear.

"I need you Robbie. I need your cock!"

That was certainly straight up: at least she wasn't spinning it any, and my cock was definitely ready, willing, and able. This is what I really wanted, too. I remembered the last time I took her just the way I wanted here in my dorm room. I felt fantastic, on top, and in control, and she came better and more than she ever had in her life. Something clicked for me, and I remembered my father saying to use my talent 'to find girls that want what you want' and they would 'get you higher and make you happier than anything else' and it all made sense now. It was simple, not complicated. What I wanted right now was to fuck Suzanne like the hot rutting bitch she was, and if she didn't love it I could find someone who did. For that matter I already had one wonderful woman who did, and several promising candidates waiting in the wings.