My Only Talent Ch. 22

Forget about all these hypothetical scenarios and play acting and plans for submission and monotonic progression and perfectly designed wild college days. I felt like fucking the holy shit out of her and coming in her mouth! Then I would decide what I wanted to do next, and do that too. I almost tore her clothes off and threw her on her back on the bed, right on my ESU logo blanket. I could smell her pussy as it filled the room with its hot perfume. I dropped my pants and put my legs inside of hers and pushed them open, and entered her with one hard thrust. That's what I wanted. Her Suzie sang through my head. It just felt right. Let's see how it feels when I just take what I want. I tuned into her Suzie and used it to detect just how hard I could fuck her without freaking her out. Turns out I needn't have worried.

I pounded her, and she rolled her hips up to get more. I used my weight on her pubic bone like she did when she fucked my face, and she came in an explosion, even before her Suzie seemed to peak. I bucked and twisted to put even more force on her. She bit my shoulder and came again. I found a rhythm that stimulated her and left me in John Henry mode, and she came again. Now I wanted to come in her mouth, but my cock wasn't ready to. I shifted and pulled her legs up double, putting her ankles up beside her neck, and slammed down on her from as high up as I could. She pushed her legs up and they slid along me so that so that now her knees were up over my shoulders, and I was really worried about hurting her. But Suzie said fuck on, baby, and I did. She came again and screamed in my ear. Suddenly I was ready to come.

I jumped up, grabbed her head and fucked her mouth, shooting just as she closed her lips around my cock. "Take it all Suzanne!" She did, no hesitation, and then did her little lung trick and I stayed hard. I might not have even needed it. I turned her over and put my hands on her thighs, slammed into her pussy doggie style and just plain used her like a whore. She loved it and so did I. I turned her a little and pounded her face into the little wall mounted cushion. Taste it, bitch! She bit it, screamed through her closed teeth, and came again. I was in another world. Something had set me free. One more frantic sequence and I pushed into her as far as I could and drove my ejaculation into her. This was what it should be like.

I was spent and just lay on top of her, trying to catch my breath. She clawed for air too and made noises like a baby with the croup. I laughed. Finally I rolled off and grabbed her around the neck, trapping her in the crook of my elbow like the choke hold one of the football coaches had taught us when he was subbing for our sick tennis coach and it rained too hard to play tennis. I didn't choke her out, but I wanted her to know that I could. I kissed her neck. "You're a pretty hot little fuck, Suzanne!"

"Damn you Robbie! Why haven't you done me like that before?"

"I'm just now figuring out what I really want from you, and I decided to just take it!"

She just gasped for breath for quite a while, until I actually got worried about her silence. But once she got her wind, she wouldn't shut up.

"Robbie, I have a theory. A marathon, a car ride , a little up close and personal lesbian show to whet your appetite, followed by pizza and beer smell, and then the feel of an ESU logo blanket. That's the ticket, baby. I don't know if it's the effect on you, on me, or both, but I have never even dreamed of coming like that. It was much better than last time we were here. Let's do this on our next date, hon."

I started to reply, but I was not quite quick enough.

"You can't tell me the little scene with Strelsa didn't turn you on, Robbie, because I know it did, you animal. I thought Günter was going to stroke out."

"It turned you on more than me, Suzanne. You wanted to dominate her, but you responded so strongly to her tenderness that it scared you a little, didn't it? And being with her got you really hot, and you had a couple of nice little polite practice orgasms, too, but what you really needed to put out the fire was some plain old straight hard fucking, and you were fortunate enough to find me in the mood to give it to you! I have a theory too. You need lots of good hard fucking and I am the best guy in the world to give it to you! You should remember that and treat me accordingly."

She sputtered a bit. "I am not going to agree to that just on general principle, Robbie."

"You can stand on principle all you want, Suzanne, but if you want to get your sweet little candy ass laid the way you really need it, you know who you need to see for that, don't you baby?"

"Damn you Robbie!"

"Ain't love just grand, honey? I love you and I love fucking you like a snake, and you love it even more than I do!"

"God damn you Robbie!"

"Do you want to run Wednesday, beautiful? I should be finished with my exam before noon, and I don't have one that afternoon."

"Yes. Damn it!"

"You'll get used to it, my love! The way to get what you need is to give me what I need. Or just stand there and be beautiful. I'll take it when I want it!" She stuck out her tongue at me. I sucked it into my mouth and almost swallowed it.

.....

Monday morning I was up early, despite my late night exertions, and was surprised to find Kevin up and joining me for breakfast. Given no classes or exams for the next two days, we were almost alone in the dining hall. Most people were sleeping in.

"What's up Roomie? Why are you up so early?"

"I quit drinking and smoking weed after that party Friday night! Nothing at all since then. I feel better already, and Lou has noticed that I get harder and last longer. I have had to: she has been an insatiable animal since then. She practically raped me when I took her home, and she has been stuck on me like superglue since then. It's wonderful!"

"I'm glad to see that Suzanne's little dance routine had a positive effect for somebody else, too. I was afraid she was going to sit on Lou's face right there at the ZZZ house."

"I think Lou was afraid she wouldn't. Maybe she still is. All I have to do is whisper Suzanne's name in her ear and she gets wet. I have been taking advantage of that. Also, the tale of that little dance routine has spread through the Greek gossip grapevine like wildfire. My rep has improved 100 fold, and yours is now going nuclear!"

"How does that work?"

"Well, right in the front row Friday night and witnessing it up close and personal was Rebecca Renaldus Rossiter, the president of the Booty's, Beta Omicron Theta, the most prestigious and high minded sorority on any campus. The normally reserved Rebecca said that dance was so hot that she was going to have to take a cold shower. I overheard one of her girlfriends tell her that two male freshman roommates from Jester were dating those two hot women, and she said 'those two fellows must really have it goin' on!' Then another girl told her that one of the two guys was a ZZZ pledge named Kevin, and the other was the guy they called Master, the one who brought both that super top bitch she had just seen dominate Lou, plus Lara, the Amazon Ice Queen, to a UDP party on leashes!"

"So that and a dollar will buy me what?"

He laughed. "She immediately turned to her fiancé, the President of Sigma Nu, and said 'that's the kind of guys you should be rushing, not another bunch of fat, pale, videogame addicted, pot smoking losers like your latest pledge class!' The discussion then turned to what frat you might happen to be in, and one of the other girls, a Bi Phi, said that you were independent, but hung out with ZZZ and with the UDPs, and that you had also been one of the only students invited to the 'Addicted to Austin' party, and certainly the only freshman. She then dared her boyfriend to get you to pledge Sigma Nu, so they could 'earn some respect' from the high end sororities. That is usually their code word for blowjobs from pledge girls."

I do not fully understand the Greek mindset, but it did remind me of the clique system in junior high, only on steroids and with more alcohol and better drugs mixed in. But it did sound like it might result more notoriety for me, but not necessarily the good kind.

"What I'm telling you, Robbie, is that you are going to get the full court press for Spring Rush. Theo Cadwallader and the Phi Iota Gammas are not going to let Sigma Nu get you without a fight, and every other frat will want you to pledge, too even though most of them don't even know about your babe spotting ability. My prez told me to get you to pledge, and to offer no dues, no hazing at all, plus you don't have to convert, either!"

"Well, you can tell him that ZZZ is the only Jewish frat I will consider, and I still value and want to keep my 'unofficial member' status with you guys no matter what. I am not sure I want to be in any frat, but if I did, it would probably be UDT."

"Just get ready for Spring Rush, buddy. You are going to get invited to more parties and mixers than you ever heard of, and you are going to get offered more perks and house girls than you ever dreamed."

"What's a house girl?"

"That' something UDT doesn't have, either. It's a girl, usually not in a sorority, that hangs out at the frat house all the time and dates one of the members or several of them. They range from just pretty loose party chicks to all out nymphomaniacs and they liven up all the parties and during rush they often have a sex with the new pledges as soon as they commit to pledge the frat. It is an incentive they offer to get guys 'over the hump' so to speak and into the pledge class. Just like in football recruiting. Haven't you heard the saying 'Pussy is Undefeated' or watched any of those 'Nebraska Coed' videos?"

I had heard that before, every year on National Signing Day. "When does this Spring Rush take place?"

"It's the week before classes begin, coinciding with Orientation for the students starting at the University in the spring semester instead of the fall. You'll get a mailing asking you to sign up, and invitations to parties. You can check into the dorm early if you sign up for Spring Rush."

I didn't know about joining a frat, even UDP, but getting here a few days early next semester to pounce on Nora as soon as she got back, and/or hang out with Suzanne and Lara, might not be a bad idea. I checked the dorm web site for the check out procedure after finals, and found a little box for 'spring rush' that I had not seen before. I clicked it and was soon offered the option to sign up with one click, and I did, the charge for the extra dorm days was seamlessly added to my regular dorm bill that was mailed to my 'permanent' address in Prosperous. I still had to hope that the return date from the mysterious second business trip with Barry Fermy was not a conflict. Kevin was also hoping his newly sober state would improve his scores on his finals, above the low C but still passing average he had now. I wished him luck and he headed for the study hall sessions at ZZZ. Maybe his unaided recall would improve with a substantially lower BAC and less THC in his bloodstream. Stranger things have happened.

I found an empty classroom, and did my 'teach to a new freshman class' routine, and discovered that I pretty much had it together in all my classes with finals. I guess keeping up every day, doing all the homework, and never missing a class actually helped. Thanks Dad. I went over all the relevant old exams until early lunch, and then made my way to the dining hall. I was looking forward to running with Suzanne on Wednesday, and perhaps hearing her sputter in protest to the new tack our relationship was taking, but we had previously decided to not run together today -- she had a lunch meeting with the professor and other TAs for his class, and my post race plan had me doing only 3 miles today, and I could do those after lunch, not before. Apparently a lot of people were sleeping in all the way through breakfast and lunch, as the place was still almost deserted.

I had been starving earlier at breakfast and was still hungry now, so I took advantage of the un-crowded conditions to fill my plate generously, several times. It felt weird having no classes scheduled. Did that mean I have no class either? I also felt that further study for my finals was unnecessary. Was I getting over confident and heading for a fall, or accurately assessing the situation? My reverie was broken when my phone announced with a beep that an email from a VIP had arrived: it was from none other than Saskia Grandael, PhD.

"Roberts: I am closing out my action items before taking my semester break. I have reviewed all the data on you, and while your heart and lungs are certainly healthy (and congrats on a fine marathon time in Dallas) I am still concerned that you have some potentially serious metabolic problem that our tests cannot identify. When one has eliminated the simple and probable, only the improbable or seemingly impossible can remain. I am speculating now, but you may have some sort of neurological condition, possibly a brain tumor or ectopic neural tissue tumor, that is somehow making you burn up much more energy than I can account for physiologically. Your family physician may be out of his depth on this, hopefully you can find a neurologist or neurosurgeon, and I strongly suggest you contact one to examine you. If you provide an email address I can send my data for their review. Saskia."

Well, it wasn't signed 'love Saskia' or anything but as least it was her first name. Maybe she was warming up to me. I forwarded her email to Asa Weltschmerz, asking him if he thought there was any need to follow up on this and telling him that Lara was doing fine. I then went up to the room and put on my running clothes and did my three miles, plus a sprint and some cool down laps. When I went back up to take a shower, there was a bundle of mail on my bed, with a note from Kevin, saying 'told you so'. I seldom got any snail mail, but Kevin checked our box all the time. His dad apparently had some clients that paid only in cash, and he used some of that to fund Kevin's spending habits, using Fedex or Express Mail to send some of it along to Kevin.

My bundle contained no spending money: it was all conventional but fancy envelopes, hand addressed in flowing script, a couple even done in fancy calligraphy. There were all invitations to rush parties, mixers, and a formal dinner, from frats I had heard of, and some I never had, plus one pink perfumed one for an 'all night sleepover party' at Beta Omicron Theta, a sorority! Wait a minute, wasn't that the one my Country Chrissy had pledged? That one I would definitely go to, just for etiquette's sake, of course.

When I got out of the shower, my phone pinged again. I was copied on an email from Asa Weltschmerz's assistant, asking Saskia to immediately forward all test results so he could see me tomorrow, and a separate email asking me if I could come in to see him tomorrow at 0730 before he began his morning rounds, with me in a fasting state. With no classes tomorrow, there was no better possible time, so I replied yes. Should I be worried?

A few seconds later my phone rang. It was Saskia. "Good Grief, Roberts! Weltschmerz is the top neuro wonk in the state, and the unofficial dean of the new medical school. I am going to have to spend some extra time making sure my write-ups are perfect before I send them to him. I want him to remember me as competent! How the hell do you know this guy?" I tried to ignore that disappointing emphasis on the word 'you'.

"Oh, he's just the friend of a friend, darling. He and I usually sit together at ESU home football games. I will tell him how sexy you are, and may also mention that you are a decent scientist! But my dear, you should always give me your best effort, shouldn't you?" She was still yelling when I hung up.

Hopefully I was not fiddling while Rome burned; academically speaking, but I proceeded to take a nap. No dreams that I remember, but I did wake up hungry. A text came in from Oiler, telling me to come over to the UDT house for dinner: fried chicken and peach cobbler. I took a second to grab my coat and was out the door. The food was wonderful, and there were about a dozen really hot girls with those bright, active, intelligent eyes that I like, also having dinner there, a couple sending some scrumptious Suzie for me. Was that just a coincidence, or was UDT just more subtle, and much more effective, at this 'rush' business? When I got back to the room, I texted Lara to see if she could have lunch tomorrow: she could, but only if I came to her place. No problem, beautiful.

I woke up early the next morning, and it was hard to skip breakfast, but I left early and walked over to Asa's office, which was in the hospital complex just west and south of the basketball arena. Rumor had it that the old 'super drum' was due for demolition, to be replaced by a huge maze of high rise buildings to house the new medical school and emulate the Texas Medical Center in Houston, kicking off a big new commercial and medical real estate boom downtown. A new basketball and concert venue would be built east of the Interstate, near the baseball field, along with some other new ESU facilities. I was almost 30 minutes early; arriving even before his receptionist and assistant, but Asa was already sitting behind his desk reading and beckoned for me to come in.

"Good morning, Robbie. You must be an early riser like me. Close that door so we can talk in private. Does your stomach always growl like that?"

I laughed. "Only when I haven't eaten anything in the last hour or so! I suppose that's connected to what Saskia wanted me to talk to you about? "

"It may well be. Her analysis seems pretty complete, but there is one other relatively simple, but also unlikely, thing that didn't occur to her that I want to follow up on. Before we do the diagnostic stuff, though, let's talk about Lara."

"My favorite subject, Doc. She is fantastic, and lately looking even better, if that's even possible. I think she is working out some more, looking a little more buff, and she seems to be really clicking in school, too. I am having lunch with her after we finish here."

He looked pleased, and then looked worried. What was up? "I am frankly amazed at her progress. In the space of one semester, she has gone from being worrisomely close to harming herself and being diagnosed with a pretty frank personality disorder, to a beamingly happy young woman. She's at peace with herself and very confident. And you're right about her school work; her grades are almost perfect this semester, also quite a change. Her father is worried that it is all too good to be true."

"I sure hope not, Doc. I want her to stay happy and healthy just like she is right now."

"For how long, Robbie?"

"You know Doc, last time we talked about his I wasn't so sure, but now I am. Just as long as she will have me!"

"What about the BDSM stuff?"

Asa had been her shrink forever, he knew about everything, probably even about lots of stuff from before I met her that I didn't know about. "She doesn't need that as a pre-requisite to get excited anymore, but sometimes she still wants it, and she usually lets me know when she wants it, and when she does, I give it to her."

"Do you realize what kind of progress that is for her, having orgasms without being dominated and punished, and openly recognizing her desires, asking for them, and getting them?"

"I just hope it is as good for her as it is for me!"

"You many have literally saved her life, Roberts. And one of the reasons she looks better is that she is off all medication except for some vitamin supplements. I would not have thought that possible in August, but there it is. I just worry what will happen if you two break up."