My Only Talent Ch. 44

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I managed to put off the subject of Veronica Tappert for a day, until Sunday afternoon just before Lara had to leave to go back to Penn. We had a languid brunch that was followed by a surprisingly stressful (at least for me) discussion of Veronica and Rock Tappert.

Nora had a bee in her bonnet about the subject, and she started the festivities. "So, Robbie, Lara tells me that Dorothy Lillehammer told her that Rock Tappert told you that Veronica Tappert told him that she wanted have one of their 'sessions' with you as her costar. And she wants us to give our blessing to it. Is that true?"

I thought about pretending that I did not follow the sequential chaining of her question, but I clearly did. I tried instead to seize on a misperception, much as I had seen politicians deliberately misunderstand a question to avoid a subject. "Rock insists that Veronica is the only star, and he is her costar. He referred to the other people involved as bit players."

Lara looked thoughtful now. "That's kind of sweet! Then, "I guess I know which of your bits she wants to play with?"

Nora had another question. "So, he does take part in this, not just watch?"

"Well, sort of...."

They both seized on the ambiguity, giving me a skeptical look.

"First I should tell you something else about what happens when they do this. He records everything on video."

They both looked shocked. Then intrigued, then just a little uneasy.

Nora spoke first. "Well that certainly introduces additional risk, doesn't it? What if those videos got out somehow?"

"I don't think Rock or Veronica would be embarrassed in the least, but some of the 'bit players' might be. Rock told me they trust all of them to never gossip about what happened. Even the UDP rodeo crew will not blab about it, except for me telling you, Nora, so please assure me it will go no further." They both looked at me curiously.

"What else aren't you telling us, Robbie?"

"Well, at least in the one video I saw, he does touch her."

They both looked shocked. "He showed you a video? Describe it!" They both touched my nipples with a fingertip. I was afraid they were getting a little too interested in all this.

But this also reminded me of some of our 'hot story times' in that a good erotic story, if properly told, resulted in a tag team blowjob for me. I described the video I had seen, in lurid detail, but slowly, and adding some juicy adjectives and frantic adverbs where I thought emphasis was required. They hung on every word, their mouths opening wider and their breathing accelerating as I went forward. I stopped short of the very end of the action, hoping they might let that be sufficient.

Nora must have actively visualized the scene, and she smiled. "Guido sounds very capable!"

Lara nodded eagerly, but then she seized on my omission, "But when does Rock touch her?"

I gulped. I had trouble continuing.

They both stared at me. "Tell us, Robbie!" they demanded.

I still did not speak. Lara did. "So, he is so incredibly turned on by how hot she looked with Guido that he jumps her bones and fucks her like an animal! Right?

Nora might have felt something through our link, or maybe she just read the unease in my facial expression. "What does he really do, Robbie?

"Well, she gets so sensitive after the experience she just had that he can't be rough with her. He said just barely touching her or even saying her name sweetly just then can make her come again and again! He says it is fantastic!

Suddenly Lara's gentile circling of my nipples became an almost painful pinch, and her face got hard and her eyes wide.

"Oh My God! Nora, he eats her pussy! Makes her come like crazy! Over and over!"

Nora fingers pinched me too. "Oh! Oh! What a rush for her! I get to come about every six licks when you do that to me after Robbie fills me up! Oh God!"

Both looked off to the left and got a dreamy look on their faces, then Nora said "Wow! There's a man with complete devotion to pleasing his woman."

Lara spoke next. "Yeah. Okay, Robbie, you can do it, but only if we get to see the video, the whole entire unedited video!"

Nora looked troubled. "I would love to see it too, but the mere existence of the video is a big problem in and of itself.

They both looked disappointed for a moment, then Nora smiled. "I have a solution!"

It turned to be an even worse idea than the video, but they insisted.

Nora got a smug, self-satisfied expression on her face. "Robbie, doing this for Veronica should help to remind you that a woman can be totally in love with one man and still enjoy another man, but then enjoy the man she loves even more afterword! Lara had to add, looking very naughty and haughty, that "My sources also tell me that Cisco is that kind of enlightened and wonderful man."

They both began to twirl my nipples again, both wearing the same smug grin. We spent a little time planning the who, what and when for my transition to Cambridge when this semester ended. That part I liked.

The only thing I learned by staying over for the meeting on Monday was that besides the postdocs who were on a work for hire contact basis, the "executives" on the NeuroSignal Processing team were much more interested in negotiating their salaries and benefits than the terms of their stock options. When my dad did a sales reorg consulting gig, he made it a practice to fire salespeople who negotiated for more salaries instead of bigger commissions, and I expected that the same principle should apply to a startup where the stock was supposed to make everybody a lot money 3 to 5 years hence. Another thing on my list to talk to Rock Tappert about.

I made one other discovery as I prepared to leave Tuesday morning: I had already grown accustomed to the womb rat's signal, and I really missed it when I left Nora's place. I suffered a minor withdrawal crisis on the way to the airport, and seriously considered not getting on the plane. Maybe I needed to use some more frequent flyer miles to come back up here.

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Chrissy knew well in advance that Robby was going to be gone for a week, and she knew why, He was totally honest about it everything. She also knew, intellectually, that it meant they would not see each other for two weekends in a row. She thought it would work out okay.

The first weekend, her sorority had a weekend party event planned for high school juniors and seniors they wanted to rush next year. These girls were either legacies, early decisions who could help to keep the house GPA up or identified hotties that would be status symbols if they pledged. Everyone pitched in to give them a good impression of the house and make them want to come to Austin to go to school. They had an alliance with some frats and some sports teams that would hang out with them or do some night life to liven up the trips, sort of a group date that would give the girls an idea of what kind of delights might await them at ESU.

The second weekend she had to work on a big term paper that was due on Monday, and Robbie had even offered to let her use the condo at a Horseshoe Bay as an interruption free workspace. She had her plans set, and a lot of work to do, and she knew she could keep busy and not miss Robbie too much. But her recent increase in sexual activity from zero to one hot night a week had put her body on a new schedule of expectations.

The first Friday night they hosted a big BBQ for all the visiting girls, which came off great. She went to bed tired and slept hard. Saturday was a trip to the lake, and luckily it was still Indian Summer and still warm enough wear bathing suits. Besides the small party at a big lake house owned by one of the families with two sisters as members, they also used some vans to take the girls to Hippie Hollow, the local nude beach. All the girls wanted to rubberneck the other swimmers, about half of them got a little thrill from going topless, and a few even swam nude. When Chrissy was a pledge, she had gone to Hippie Hollow with her group, but felt very inhibited and uncomfortable, keeping her suit on until they boarded the buses to leave. On this trip, she and her other sorority sisters hosting the prospects had promised to go topless, to loosen things up a little and make her house look like an exciting place to party. Chrissy had been nervous about it, but when the wind and sun hit her bare breasts, she got a thrill. She was even inspired to walk down to the water, breasts jiggling, and stand where people outside of her group could see her. A group of guys in a power boat came close to the shore and whistled at her. Last year she would have been mortified, this year she liked it, a lot. She smiled and daringly waved at them, then realized they were taking her picture! She discovered she liked that too. Maybe too much. She did not put her top back on until just before she stepped back into the van.

They returned to the house where they all took showers and traded girl talk while they got dressed to go on tonight's outing: line dancing at the Broken Spoke. There was much girl talk, from "what's you major " to "how college is different from high school", but also some outrageous stories about football players with giant dicks and the approximately 25 thousand male students to choose from. All the girls wanted to "meet some hot guys" and attract their attention. Chrissy was considered the sorority expert in line dancing, square dancing, and rodeos, and she had on her tightest jeans and fanciest Ritter Shirt, and was expected to teach the new girls a few steps. For the first time, she decided to dance without her usual sports bra under her embroidered silk shirt.

The bus they rode to the Spoke was brimming with hormones and perfume, and there was some anticipatory excitement in the air. They arrived just after dark. The AC was cranked up to make the old and poorly insulated building nice and cool for dancing, and there was plenty of beer available. Chrissy got up in front of the band with a microphone to demonstrate and call a few steps. She had always been a good dancer and she performed the moves well and almost without conscious thought. But tonight, she felt things she had never felt before! Not only were the girls watching her to imitate her moves, but the guys in the band behind her were staring at her and leering every time she turned their way. She remembered Robbie telling her his reaction to her tight jeans and his plans for her ass, and how much it thrilled her. She realized suddenly that at any given time tonight, at least 20 guys were watching her ass very closely. She discovered she liked that too.

The band took a break and she got a bottled water. Several girls came up to ask for help with their steps. When the band returned, she would stop demonstrating the steps and just let people dance. But before the band took the stage, six different guys came up and asked her to dance! The first one was tall and wiry and good looking in a bad boy kind of way. He was a bad boy with a good body and a good dancer. He was facing her, and obviously watching her unrestrained breasts move freely. The nipples rubbed against the silk of her shirt, and occasionally across one of the snaps. Wow!

The next dance was slow country ballad, and the next guy she danced with was built like a body builder or a defensive tackle. His pecs were warm and bulging out almost as far as her breasts, and they were incredibly firm against her. She had never slow danced without a bra before, and it was quite an experience. She was certain he could feel her nipples harden against his chest. He pulled her closer and made a little side to side move that essentially rubbed her nipples with her shirt. She almost missed a step. When the music ended, he whispered in her ear with hot breath that he wanted another dance later. She did too.

She spent the rest of the evening dancing on a cloud. By the time they accounted for all the visiting girls and herded them back into the bus, it was almost midnight. They got back to the house about 30 minutes later, swapping stories about the hot guys in tight jeans they had met. All the girls changed into tee shirts and yoga pants and gathered in the media room for some movies. There was wine, popcorn and a make your own sundae bar.

They started with "Dirty Dancing" but the next video was from something called "XXXConfessions" and suddenly Chrissy was riveted. This was even hotter than the porn DVDs at the condo because it was slower and more intimate, instead of just guys pounding away at girls with breast implants. This featured real women talking about what they wanted, how they felt before they did it, and how it felt as they did it. In many cases you got to see everything they did. She felt her heart rate accelerate and her pussy get wet. She pressed her legs together to stimulate herself. Almost all the girls were silently watching at first. Then one girl said "Oh, I want that!" and opinions began to be offered. Another short video came on with a woman describing her fantasy about a threesome with another woman and a man. She talked about what she wanted, and when it all came true for her, she had a series of noisy wet orgasms, closeup and on camera. A few of the girls began to trade sideways glances with each other.

Another woman then described her fantasy about being taken by three or four men at the same time. She was an attractive young brunette with perfect hair and makeup. She looked like she would be right at home in their sorority. Suddenly she was shyly looking at four hot guys surrounding her and beginning to touch her. Chrissy imagined herself as that girl, and so did most of the girls watching. Her groans became their groans. There were loud intakes of breath each time she took each one of them in her mouth, or when one of them entered her. She eventually had all of them everywhere that it was possible, and a dozen orgasms. She was interviewed afterward and talked about how amazing and alive she felt. Chrissy could barely sit still.

She had two temporary roommates staying in her room for the weekend, and when they finally turned out the lights, she was certain they were both touching themselves as quietly as they could. Chrissy certainly was.

Sunday morning, Chrissy had kitchen duty to help serve breakfast, and then they all were supposed to go to church, and some girls did, but most went back to sleep. Sunday afternoon was sort of an academic theme, with girls from the sorority taking about what degree they were pursuing and what they liked the most about ESU. There was the obligatory video of famous ESU alums, and then a DuckBoat tour around Austin. The girls were to spend a final night at the sorority house and then depart early in the morning in three vans departing in the DFW, Houston or San Antonio directions.

When Chrissy got back to her room after the tour, she noticed all the clothes and the suitcase belonging to one of her temporary roommates was gone. The other girl, Sandy from San Antonio came in just then. "Her parents picked her up early this morning. She called them about the movies. They freaked out completely. She told the house mother she could not stay, and she could never go to school here. Did you notice anything wrong yesterday?

Chrissy thought back to last night. "No. I thought she liked the movies. I'm pretty sure she played with herself under the sheets after we turned the lights out."

Sandy laughed. "I know for sure that she did. I got really worked up by that first movie, and I think she did too. Did you?"

"All of them had a pretty big effect on me! I have seen some bad porn at a couple of frat parties, but this was different! It seemed much more real to me."

"I have never seen anything like that. I just couldn't look away, even from the gang bang one." Sandy looked a little guilty.

"Me neither. I am from a small town, and I have certainly been exposed to a lot of new things here in Austin. I am glad I came to school here. I hope you like it when you come here, too."

Sandy looked even more guilty, then she said "Well, I came on this visit as kind of a lark. I am not really a party girl type. I think I got invited because of my grades and being offered Plan II. But I have decided to go to Baylor next fall. Waco is more my kind of scene, but I guess Austin would be a bit of a wild adventure."

Chrissy suddenly shivered a little bit and looked at Sandy silently for a few moments. "So, after tonight we will probably never see each other again?"

Sandy looked at her with a puzzled expression, then her eyes got big. "Are you thinking about that first movie, Chrissy?"

Chrissy smiled at her. "Since there are just the two of us staying here tonight, and you must get on the bus at 7 in the morning, I think we should close our door and go to bed early. Right after supper, in fact. Don't you?"

Sandy grinned, then looked a little embarrassed. "Chrissy, since I want to pack everything in my suitcase tonight to be sure to be ready on time tomorrow, would it be okay with you if a just packed up my pajamas tonight?"

Chrissy giggled. "You mean you wouldn't wear anything to bed tonight?"

Sandy grinned even wider. "Why, yes."

"See you after supper, then, roomie."

Chrissy and Sandy were careful not to kiss each other on the lips when they said goodbye as Sandy boarded the van to take her back home the next morning. It was just a nice hug, appropriate for two friends that had formed a platonic bond, or course. They had kissed each other at least a thousand times during the night and had come several times each. It was awkward at first, but they learned fast. Chrissy was still not sure if it was better to kiss or be kissed in certain places, but it was all good. They even made plans for some 'girl's night out' visits next year.

Chrissy knew she should begin doing research on her paper, but she decided to see if she could find the website that hosted those movies they saw. Then, another research project suddenly occurred to her: who were the senior girls in her house that knew about that website and decided to show those movies?

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Chrissy got back into her routine. Going to classes, hanging out with the other girls, and trying not to miss Robbie, and now Sandy, too much. This semester, she had gone from being a practicing virgin to weekly hot sex, and her body was on a new schedule now. Her sap was rising, even though it was fall, not spring.

It may have been sublimation, or simply good work habits, but she was ahead of schedule on her term paper. On the following Friday after her last class, she headed out to the condo with her laptop, a change of clothes, a sandwich for dinner and a yogurt for breakfast. The key and alarm code worked just like Robbie said, and she began working as soon as she arrived.

She had completed most of her research, using her ESU library access and one of those web clipper things, and had put key words in with every clipped reference. She typed up a brief outline, and then began pulling up key words one by one and reviewing all the references and writing it up, building footnotes and including illustrations as she went. She finished way ahead of schedule, spell checked it , proofread it a third time, and then decided she was done. She dropped it in her ESUBox account about 10 PM.

Time to relax. She had her laptop all set up, so she found that XXXConfessions site again and watched another short girl on girl movie, where she discovered scissoring and in addition to kissing. She was electrified by it. It seemed a little hot in the condo now, so she took off her shoes and tight jeans, leaving on just her little blue low rider panties and a long ESU tee shirt.