My Only Talent Ch. 05

I stood and put up the questions that Oiler had used with me, and walked through the key concepts in answering them, then put up the four problems and went through how to work them. It went well.

"Bravo, Mr. Roberts. You have just elucidated all the key concepts of differential calculus that are required for the review exam next week. The rest of you get ready for Monday, because I will choose someone at random to give an integral calculus review."

I was feeling such a high after Engineering 101 that I decided to skip early lunch and go for 9 miles at the running track. I changed clothes, dropped by the dining hall and grabbed a box lunch, then stretched and started running early. The timing worked out because Suzanne joined me when I had completed 2 miles, and we did 7 more plus a sprint lap. "How many did you manage before I got here?" she asked as we began our two cool down laps.

"Two for a total of 9 today, and I will try to get to 10 next week!" I was really getting a runner's high now and I began to babble. "I talked to Nora. There is a lot going on with her, but I did learn that she is bi and attracted to both of us, but she has never actually been with a woman!"

Suzanne almost stopped running. "Is that all!" she laughed. "I suppose we should talk about that?"

"Well, she is not ready to act on it yet, but I think she really wants to."

Suzanne said "we will have some interesting pillow talk this weekend, I suppose?" Boy, Howdy! Would we!

I wolfed down my box lunch on the way back to the room, took a quick shower, and dashed for my final Friday classes. I did fine on my two afternoon exams, and since the BOT party did not kick off until 8, I took a nap!

I had the wardrobe for a square dance covered. My granddad was an accomplished caller and my parents were both square dancers, too. I had been going to them since I was three, and learning the steps since I was 5. I had memorized all of my granddad's 'calls' and 'bridges' and I even had a custom 'Ritter' shirt that my mom had made for me. I put on my best pair of worn Wranglers, and they turned out to be much tighter than I remembered, especially in my thighs and butt, I guess because my running was developing the muscles there. Snakeskin boots and a belt with big silver buckle completed my costume, and I figured I could dispense with my Stetson for an indoor event.

Chrissy lived at the last remaining women only dorm on campus, and I walked over to pick her up. She looked fantastic! Jeans twice as tight as mine, practically painted on, and a white silk shirt so sheer that I could see her nipples clearly through it! High snakeskin boots with high heels and just the right touches of makeup to set off her blue eyes and dirty blonde hair perfectly. Life was good! "You look amazing!" I told her. "Do you like to square dance?"

She beamed. "I love it, but I haven't done it a lot." We walked over to Greek Row and the BOT house, which was decorated to the nines! The legs of each table were wrapped in rope and each table had a centerpiece of miniature hay bales and flowers arranged in barbed wire. A longhorn steer held court on the front lawn of the house so couples could have their picture taken with him. There was a strong contingent of older alums and parents of sorority members, with most of the males dressed in a 'Texas Tuxedo" of a black or white tux coat and shirt combined with blue jeans and boots below. A huge buffet of barbeque brisket and boiled shrimp on ice was flanked by 3 bean salad, 'Texas caviar' with black eyed peas, and most kinds of 'local' beer on ice, along with regular ice tea and a 'Long Island Ice Tea' punch.

A full band was up on stage, complete with a horn player, a fiddler, and a slide guitarist! There were playing traditional and 'modern' country tunes and sounding good. We danced a couple of 'Texas Swing' tunes and then had some food and a couple of beers while the band took their first break. Chrissie introduced me to Dr. and Mrs. Ross, an older couple who she described as 'old friends of her family' and said Mrs. Ross was an alum who remained very active in the charity work the sorority did. The band came off break, and an older gentleman, much older than my grandfather, went to the mike and began to call the tunes as the square dancing began.

What Chrissy lacked in dance experience she made up in good looks and athleticism! She looked so good that I almost ran into several other folks because I could not take my eyes off her! With each tune she got a little looser and flashier and better looking! I was completely mesmerized, and she was clearly having the time if her life! Then I notice the caller was sounding strange, and the moves he was calling did not make sense! They were disconnected and did not segue smoothly from one to another the way callers are supposed to do it. He looked flushed and started to waiver a bit at the microphone. The band hastily took an early break, and I noticed they had him sit down and drink some water. Dr. Ross went up on stage and examined the man, then shook his head at his wife. Chrissy and I were standing next to her. "Oh Damn!" she said. "That's the end of the square dance!"

"Excuse me." I said. "I can call the tunes. My grandfather taught me."

Mrs. Ross looked at me funny. "Don't shine me on, young man. Most decent callers are at least twice your age!"

"Try me for one song. If you don't think I can cut it, then give me the hook! OK?"

Mrs. Ross talked to the band leader, who shrugged as if to say 'what have we got to lose?' and then motioned me up on stage. I positioned myself at the mike, and the bad leader named off a list of tunes they were planning to play. "No problem" I said. They began to play, and I soon got into that familiar rhythm that reminded me of my grandfather and lots of good times. More and more folks ventured out onto the floor, and I really enjoyed seeing them move and have fun. The first tune finished, and Mrs. Ross gave me the high sign. The second song was even more fun. I don't know how many tunes we did, but soon the band leader stopped and announced a break, the dance floor was full and we got a major ovation!

I rushed to get a plain ice tea, and when I was refilling my glass, Mrs. Ross kissed me right on the mouth! "You saved the party, young man! Thank you." Chrissy arrived for a follow up kiss, which left me with stars in my eyes. We did two more long sets and the dance floor was full to overflowing. I jealously watched Chrissy have a ball dancing with several other guys, but she sure was fun to watch! I even made up calls to see her breasts bounce! Soon most of the food and beer was gone, and the band leader was announcing the last square dance, which would be followed by a slow tune for the official 'last dance' of the evening. I got to dance that one with Chrissy, and even though we were both sweaty and almost worn out, it was one of the steamiest dances of my life. Chrissy put her hands in my jean pockets and squeezed my butt, and when the last bars of the tune played out, she gave me a super hot kiss I would never forget.

We said our goodbyes to the folks at the party and walked out the door, in my mind heading back for Chrissy's dorm. We had only gone about 40 feet when she pulled me into a little alcove near the 'carriage house' style garage at the back of the BOT house. It was apparently a storage area for lawn furniture, which had just been put up for the fall and covered with canvas. She sat on a stack of chairs and repeated the wonderful kiss. Suddenly I was enveloped in her Suzie signal, like being patched right in to the sound system at concert. Everything was crystal clear and I could sense little nuances perfectly. I tuned myself into her and filtered out everything else, as I desperately wanted to know what would make her the hottest! I touched her ass and a few more sweet signals played for me. She was like a giant keyboard, and every little part of her body was a key that sounded a new note. Suddenly, for the first time in my life, I was a musician! I touched her breasts, I kissed her neck, I squeezed her shoulder, I ran my hand down her thigh, and everything worked, everything made her hot! She grabbed my head with both hands and kissed me like a wild woman, running her tongue all around inside my mouth. Suddenly she stopped and gasped for breath, but her Suzie signal was still bellowing loudly!

"I need to stop for a second and talk to you!" she said. So much of my circulation was going to my dick that I was not sure I could speak anyway, so I just listened. "Like you did, I made some promises to my family! I promised to remain a virgin until my second year of college, and even though you are driving me crazy and I want you to fuck my brains out, I have to keep my promise!" I tried to think through the hormonal fog. My great grandmother used to say that 'a man's got two brains, one between his ears and one between his legs, but unfortunately he only has enough blood supply to run one of them at a time.' I could now understand perfectly what she meant!

"I understand, but define virgin!" I was still breathing pretty hard. "Do you mean virgin in the 'no sexual activity whatsoever' sense, or virgin in the 'intact hymen' sense?"

She looked at me with a shocked expression on her face, and then recognition dawned. "Do you mean like Bill Clinton's narrow definition of intercourse?" Then she blushed and shook a little bit.

"Well, sort of, but with full reciprocity, so to speak, and perhaps some things that have not occurred to you yet!" She looked at me for a long time and I could see her methodically thinking through what I said. Then she gasped and covered her mouth with a wide eyed expression. But her Suzie said she thought it was a brilliant idea, and scandalous enough to sound a few new notes! Since I was so plugged in to her, I saw twinkling images right away: her unzipping my zipper, me nuzzling in between her thighs, and in a final brief but glorious vignette, her up on a kitchen table on all fours while I spread her ass cheeks with my hands! She quivered again, and one of those foghorn style Suzie signals sounded and I thought I was in like Flynn!

But suddenly she drew in a slow breath, and I heard the foghorn drop away and all those little Suzies fading to silence. Boy did she have self control! She smiled at me, and said "That might be the letter of the law, but not the intent! But very nice try, you almost had me!"

I smiled, "Not a try, beautiful, but a very genuine and heartfelt offer! And here's another one, a frank proposition actually. Next fall semester, starting on the first day of classes, and running until summer break starts, let's go out one night each weekend and go to dances, parties, football games, whatever, and then afterward cheerfully fuck like little bunny rabbits! I will do my absolute best to figure out what pleases you, and I will tell you what I like and you will cheerfully do it for me!"

Her shocked expression slowly turned to a naughty kind of smile. "When do you need an answer?"

"Let me know at least one day before school starts. But do not take this lightly! If you say yes, I expect you to give it all up for me. I will go slow and be very tender, but before the first set of exams, you will have given me everything, and I do mean everything that a woman can give to a man!"

She continued to grin like a kid who knew what she was getting for Christmas. "And will you do everything I want? What happens at the end of that school year?"

I smiled. "Almost anything you want." I gave her my now standard line about children, animals, and feces. She looked calm for a minute, as if saying 'well of course' but then her eyes grew wide as she realize all the things that were not precluded! All those Suzie signals came up in fits and starts like an orchestra tuning up! I continued. "At the end of the year, each of us may decide to continue or discontinue the arrangement, with no recriminations or hard feelings either way."

She smiled, and then looked even craftier! "Well, I suppose my old high school dating rules still apply until next year! Do you like baseball?" I stared and her uncomprehendingly. She smiled "You may take second base!" That I understood! "And I will give you an answer on your shocking proposition before classes begin next year."

I was the happiest guy in North America! I took my time, slowly touching and exposing her, and then using my Suzie receiver to fine tune my caresses to her responses. I soon had her naked from the waist up, and was liberally interpreting the dating rules to mean I could work with anything I could get to. She had never encountered a Suzie receiver like me in the back of a car in high school, and was soon shocked to discover how effective I could be! She shuddered with her first orgasm from nipple stimulation, and I kept up the barrage. Soon she came again, and I detected the incredible aroma of her arousal as her pussy came to life. I began tonguing her belly button, not so much to stimulate her but to get myself closer to her amazing smell. Nature's design principles were proven once again, and my little monkey brain now was desperate to move from smelling that fine pussy to tasting it and plunging myself into it!

I stood up and grabbed her head in my hands, conveniently bringing the lump in my tight jeans into direct contact with her nipples! Oh man that felt great! She put one hand on my cock and felt it through my jeans, and her Suzie signal went off again, hitting on all cylinders! Then she clamped down her control again, and the signals subsided. She looked up at me with wide eyes, and gave me a little kiss right on the head of my cock through those now even tighter jeans, and then smiled and said "maybe later!"

I took a couple of deep breaths to calm myself and then pulled her up and kissed her on the mouth again. "I'll look forward to your call next year!" She put her top back on and rearranged herself a bit, and we walked on toward her dorm. She gave me another deep kiss at the dorm, and I walked back toward mine, still with drastically altered circulation. I guess I was setting things up for meeting my dating goals next year, but I was sure suffering from a lot of back pressure right now!

There were some other parties winding down on Greek Row, including a loud and raucous keg party that was obvious as I walked by the Kappa Kappa house. There was shouting, bellowing, and the sound of breaking glass, in addition to drunken laughter and the chanting of dirty, if not clever, limericks. There was the sound of something large hitting the swimming pool, followed by another round of loud curses. The Kappas were controversial to say the least. They had been banned from campus several times for over the top hazing, hiring hookers for their parties, flying the Confederate Flag (leading many to call them the KKK), and at one point years ago for firing a canon ball towards campus from what was supposed to be a strictly ceremonial cannon mounted on the front porch of their house! They had avoided the permanent 'death penalty' for their ESU chapter only because one of their powerful politician alums had been on the University board of regents at the time. The contrast with UDP was not lost on me!

When I made it to the dorm, there were lots of guys still hanging out on the steps and in the lobby. There were probably just as horny and frustrated as I was! I took a shower and hit the sack, looking forward to the Lake Bash tomorrow and to bonking sweet Suzanne tomorrow night.

I went down to early breakfast and found that sexual frustration made me just as hungry as a night of satisfying activity. No sign of Nora, or anyone else I knew, except a couple of the 'lounge lizards' from our floor. These were guys who spent most of their time hanging out in the lounge watching TV and playing cards. The rarely went to class, and were pretty good bets to flunk out at the end of the semester, and return to life as a 'Hometown Harry' forever. Back at the room, I pulled my trunks and a tee shirt out of the duffel bag at the back of my closet. I found I had to tie the waist a little tighter than I remembered, but the tee shirt was much tighter than before. I guess running was good for me! Kevin came out of the shower and said he needed to grab some food before we left. Theo sent me a text saying I could invite all the hot single independent girls I wanted to the bash! Apparently they were a little down on their babe production from the current pledge class. I called Suzanne and she said the 'iron women' soccer bunch had no game today so she would invite them. At least they would shake up things at the lake!

Kevin and I drove to Suzanne's apartment and she bounced perkily down the steps with a basket, a beach towel, and big sun hat on. Kevin opened up the trunk and she put the hat and her picnic basket in, along with the towel and her cover up. She sat in the back seat with me. She had on the tightest, skimpiest, thinnest, most revealing white bathing suit I had ever seen. Strictly speaking, it was a demure one piece suit, but you could see every wonderful little bump on her nipples through it, see each incredible abdominal muscle in her six pack through it, and even see the outline of her little 'landing strip' of pubic hair! When it got wet, it would be even better! Kevin was just looking up into the rear view mirror and not even thinking about starting the car. After a few minutes waiting patiently, Suzanne said "Where's Lou?"

Kevin finally awoke from his reverie and started the car. "She's always late getting ready, so I decided to pick her up last!" We drove to her sorority house, and she came out in a cover up and big hat too. Kevin opened the trunk and she stowed her stuff and sat in the front seat. She had on a plum purple tiny bikini that showed off her 'cocoa butter' tan to maximum effect. She looked great. She turned around and looked into the back seat at Suzanne. I was not sure what hit me first, the incredible spike in her Suzie signal that said she wanted to worship Suzanne as much as Kevin and I did, or the click of her eyeballs as she did a double take! She finally spoke, in an unmistakably catty tone. "Wow, Suze that is certainly a revealing suit. It really takes balls to wear something like that!"

Suzanne smiled like a she wolf! She spread her legs about two feet apart while she sat on the edge of the back seat, ensuring Lou an unbroken view of Suzanne's perfect landing strip and six pack, albeit through the thin suit, and said breathily "Do you see any testicles, Lou?"

Lou's jaw dropped open and she was mouth breathing just like any guy would have! Her Suzie signal came up and it told me she was ready to pounce and kiss Suzanne's mons veneris, and an instant later I could smell a wet and pungent pussy smell emanating from Lou. The estrogen level rose in the car, and the sexual tension was palpable! Kevin opened a window in an unsuccessful attempt to calm things down.

Lou sputtered and said "N, n, no I don't, but you look nice!"

Suzanne smiled like a predator again. "Maybe you can help me with some suntan lotion when we get to the lake!" Lou froze, but you could almost hear her pulse quicken. Mine sure did. Suzanne was certainly coming out of her guilt-induced shell!

The Phi Iota Gamma lake house was a major league party pad! There was a stone driveway with a large grass parking space for at least 100 cars to one side, and a set of stone steps down to the boat dock and swimming pool, and another set of steps up to house and big patio that over looked the pool and lake. Dozens of nice looking girls decorated the landscape, in various revealing suits, and lots of guys milled around. I spotted Theo and waved, and walked over to thank him for the invite. He barely noticed, because he was staring at Suzanne. I told him I had invited some of Suzanne's friends, and he just smiled and said "thank you" without ever taking his eyes from Suzanne. I told him Suzanne loved to water ski and it only took him about three seconds to see the possibilities. Rich. But not stupid! He quickly organized a crew of Jackson Pollack Jackson III, who had met Lara at the tennis court but had never met Suzanne, and his date, Candy, who had a lifeguard style tan, a pretty face, and looked like she definitely would know how to water-ski, and also suck the chrome off a trailer hitch!