Terrible Terry, Michelle's Secret

I saw Terry again about midway through December. She had finished her exams early and was in town to bother Cat on our few dead days before we started our own exams. She was sitting on my couch when I walked into my apartment after an intense study session in the library. When she saw me she let a shit eating grin spread across her face.

"Hey lover boy. I hear you've been getting busy," she leaned back and stuck her chest out. She was wearing an oversized sweatshirt and black leggings, typical lazy girl in winter attire, but her chest was still impressive and her skin was still pale and smooth. I felt my dick jump a little in my pants just looking at her. Her hair spilled down her neck and shoulders in soft blonde waves.

"Who let you in?" I tried to hide my surprise by going about my business normally.

"Your roommates. They just left about a half hour ago to get some food. They said you'd be at the library for god knows how long."

"Mmm. Sometimes I think I'm the only one trying to learn anything around here."

"You're such a dork it's so cute."

"Well. Let's get down to business. Why are you here?" I stood behind the kitchen island maintaining a safe distance between myself and her.

"Why are you standing all the way over there? I can barely hear you. Come sit down. I don't bite," she patted the couch next to her. I knew better than to get that close to her. But her body and voice were impossible to resist. I sat down on the loveseat next to the couch. Our knees were touching, but that was it.

"I heard you got hurt," she said looking at my foot, "I hope you're feeling better now."

"Yeah."

"Got any plans for the break? We are thinking about a trip down to my parents' townhouse on Manhattan Beach."

"Is that an invitation?"

"Depends."

"On?"

"Will you drive us, pretty pleaaasseee?" she leaned forward and put a hand on my knee. My gut instinct said jerk it away, but I let it rest there.

"Us?"

"Cat, Michelle, and yours truly."

"Michelle?"

"Jesus Christ, will you stop with the one word bullshit? Yes, Michelle. My friend that drove us that night in San Jose? I'm not sure how you could forget anything ab-"

"Yeah. I remember her. The one that looks like a runway model," I had to cut her off before she got out of control. We had spent a crazy night together in San Jose that had involved a game of who can make their date cum first. I had lost, as Terry intended, and was about half a second away from forcefucking her with James and Cat holding her down. Michelle had driven us back from the bar we started the night at. She was tall and long thanks to her legs that seemed to run for miles. She had that androgynous high fashion look and a beauty mark on her lip. A car ride with the three of them would make me look like Hugh Hefner.

"Yeah, that's her. So, what do you say?" she gave me a pleading look. When did her face get so close to mine? Her hand was on my thigh now and she was leaning towards me. Her sweatshirt had billowed open at the top a bit and I felt my eyes straining to try and look down and see what she was wearing underneath.

"I'm not wearing anything underneath," she said. Fuck, she read my mind like she always did. This is why I can't be left alone with her.

"I don't kn-" I started.

"Do you need incentive? It's only fair," she cut me off and began to pull her sweatshirt over her head. She did it slowly and deliberately. Her stomach was flat for someone so thick and her tits bounced out when she finally got the sweatshirt over them

"Put it back on my roommates could be back any minute," is what I wanted to say. But instead all that happened was my hands ran up the sides of her body and I pushed her down onto the couch. I looked down at her in her leggins and slowly kissed her stomach. She began to purr excitedly and she closed her eyes. My lips were on her neck when I heard the footsteps closing in on the door.

"Shit, my room, go," we darted on our tiptoes across the living room and into my room. Terry giggled a bit and dove onto my bed. I turned to shut the bedroom door behind me just as my roommates entered the living room.

"It smells like you," Terry said with her face buried in my pillow, "Fuck, now I'm getting really turned on."

I could hear her breathing in through her nose. Was she actually that into me? I sniffed a couple times and couldn't smell anything except, actually, maybe her perfume.

I looked down at her in my bed. She had her feet up in the air and her face in my pillow. Her ass contrasted my off-white sheets in black leggings. She looked...cute? Is it possible for literal succubus demons to look cute?

She rolled over and looked up at me. There was something different about her now. She was softer. Her presence I mean, not her body. That would probably always be soft. Something about the look in her eye. She held one hand out and leaned forward. It wrapped around the back of my neck. We sat there for a second with our eyes locked.

"I want you," was all she said and all I needed to hear. That's how Terry and I had sex for the first time. I won't go into the details about that because it's not why anyone's here and it's a little too intimate of a moment to share. It's something I'd like to keep to myself. The rest of it, however, is not and I will do plenty of sharing.

When we were finished we laid in bed with her resting her head on my shoulder. We talked for what felt like years and I let my hands run all over her body to try to commit its shape to memory. Eventually I went out and grabbed her shirt and she slipped it back on. We kissed for another few minutes and she pulled away.

"This was a one time thing. I don't know what came over me, but you better not tell anyone what happened today," she said.

"What? The sex? I've seen you naked multiple times and everyone knows it," I was baffled.

"No, not the sex. Well, actually, yes the sex, but no don't tell anyone how we did it. You know... in that kind of way?"

"Oh... Yeah. I see," I'd be lying if I said it didn't hurt my feelings a little bit. But it made sense. The person that came to my apartment today was not the same person that I had met before. She was different. She was vulnerable.

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I dropped my car off at my Aunt's place nearby and took her Tahoe back to campus. I met Cat out in front of her building and she threw her bags in the back. I knew that if I stuck with my car I'd never be able to fit the bags of three college aged girls, even for a weekend beach trip in winter. She hugged me around the neck when she saw me and jumped in the passenger seat.

We made some small talk about life on campus, but we steered clear of any talk of our last encounter and the previous one...and the one before that too. I was thankful for it. I didn't want to drag up any sexual memories and get stuck with a boner for our six hour drive.

Cat was popular. It was her blessing and curse. She had a ton of friends, but very few close ones. She was too spread out over her commitments and could never seem to sit still for long. She thrived in the spotlight however and loved the attention of being the "it" girl on campus. I thought it was strange she valued our friendship so much, but I think she valued the fact that I can keep a secret and I never pressure her or ask her for anything. I just think she's easy to be around. You know the type. We didn't have a romantic relationship or anything, but that's not to say there wasn't the obvious sexual tension two young people have in any sort of close proximity.

Anyways, it only took us a couple hours to get down to Terry and Michelle. It's crazy how the weather changes so quickly in California as you approach the coast and head south. We went from a bitter cold to a pleasant chill before you could blink.

Terry and Michelle tossed two bags each into the back and slipped into the back row.

"Good to see you again," I said to Michelle and she nodded silently. She was a quiet type. No problem there. I figured I'd be stuck listening to Cat and Terry yabber incessantly on the drive down, but to my surprise Terry and Michelle fell asleep pretty quickly.

I drove for about an hours silence with Cat just plucking away at different songs on Spotify before a slow R&B song prompted her to say something.

"This song has a good rhythm. I need to put it on my playlist," she said.

"What playlist?" I asked stupidly. I was too busy concentrating on the road, I wasn't thinking too hard.

"You know, a sex playlist?"

"Oh."

"Don't tell me you don't have one," she raised an eyebrow and gave me a look.

"I don't exactly have enough sex to warrant one to be honest."

"What?! From what I understand you're slaying."

"Like once a month," I laughed at her. It was true. I didn't exactly get it in frequently, but when I did it always seemed to spiral into something out of control.

"But still. You should be getting some every weekend. All the girls love you. You're cute. You've got a great body. You don't kiss and tell. You've got other great features too," she winked at me and put her hand on my leg. I had gotten a little stiff at some point. Probably the flashbacks my brain kept doing to Cat's small perky tits and little dime sized nipples. Her core was strong and muscular and it almost made her body look like an extended sex toy.

"Thanks, I'll make sure to tell every girl I hit on that Cat thinks I'm a catch," I smiled at her. She bit her lower lip for a second and then in a quick flick of her wrist, grabbed the top of my sweatpants (I wear a lot of sweatpants ok, I'm a student athlete) and yanked them down. My cock sprung out in its half mast state and laid against my stomach. My gut told me to jerk the car to the curb and try to stick my dick back in my pants, but I couldn't do much of that with the traffic we were humming through outside north LA. Cat leaned over and took it in her mouth. She used one hand to hold it steady and the other to balance herself. She bobbed slowly on my cock and I felt myself lean my head back against the headrest. It felt incredible. Her tongue slowly swirled around the head of my cock and I could barely keep my eyes open. An SUV drove by with an older woman in it. She looked over and saw what was happening and shook her head before pulling away. Cat looked up at me with her big eyes and I felt myself twitching as I drew closer. I glanced in the backseat and Terry and Michelle were still curled up sleeping. I thought I saw Michelle's eye twitch, but I paid it no mind. Instead, I did something that I don't usually do, I let go. I let the orgasm roll in from my toes to my stomach and pulsed a load of cum into Cat's mouth. She sucked it down effortlessly before leaning back towards the window.

"Like I said. I think you should be getting a little more," she said and flashed me a smile.

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My jaw almost hit the floor when we pulled up on casa de Terry on Manhattan Beach. The townhouse was three stories with a second story patio. It was massive considering the area. Terry caught my eye in the rearview mirror and smiled at me. Like she knew. I'm sure she knew. I sighed and pulled into the small carport they had available.

"Welcome! My mom should be stopping by later. I think Lacey and my dad might join us for the day tomorrow, but we will see."

I rolled my eyes at the mention of Lacey, but I was interested to meet the parents of such horny little offspring. I carried all of the girls bags inside for them as they ran to explore the place. It was a beautiful home. Mid-century modern furniture, flat screen TVs, and a distinct LA vibe, but the area was way more relaxed than I had expected. I guess offseason plus Manhattan Beach meant it was way more chill than the LA I was used to. There was a little foot traffic as it was just after sunset, but not enough to make any noise.

There were three bedrooms and four beds. I would sleep alone in the guest bedroom. A comfy full-sized bed awaited me. It had a large window, but the view was basically just the house next door. Cat and Michelle would sleep in the twin beds next door to me, and on the third floor Terry and her mom would share the master bedroom and the king sized bed up there.

I took a minute to unpack my things into the dresser before joining everyone in the kitchen on the second floor.

When I got there they had all changed into wintery beach wear. Bikinis on Cat and Terry with knitted sweater cover ups. Cat's fit her like a glove. It was skin tight and the ties on her hips were just like strings. She wasn't hiding any of the detail of her body. Terry's was high waisted and a push-up top that made her already ample breasts basically spill out of it. Michelle wore long linen pants and a bikini top and linen cover up that went down past her ass to her thighs. I couldn't help but notice that she had fake tits. They were classy though, well done, not over the top, but you knew she had them. I was confused though, it was too dark to go to the beach.

"Go back and change you dummy. There's a beach club nearby with a heated pool," Terry said as she started pouring rum into a couple aluminum water bottles. Cat was cutting limes and Michelle was making simple syrup on the stove.

"Oh. Okay," I was out of the loop for sure. I hadn't given much thought to the fact that I would basically be fourth wheeling so to speak. The girls were going to be girls and I didn't have much of a say in that. They were all such close friends that trying to listen in on their conversations was like listening to a conversation in jibberish. I couldn't decode a word they were saying.

I slipped on a pair of swim trunks and pulled a thin hoodie on and made my way back to the kitchen.

"That's better," Terry said as she caught sight of me. For some stupid reason I blushed when she complimented me.

I was stuck carrying the bag full of drinks, phones, towels, a woven blanket and other miscellaneous bullshit as we made our way to the heated pool. It had gotten late and when we arrived the pool had already closed.

"Well, now what?" I said as we peered through the iron bars at the warm and welcoming water on the other side.

"It's easy. I unlock the gate," Terry said matter of factly. She fished through the bag on my shoulder and took out a keyring. She picked out the key and swung the gate open.

"My dad's a real estate guy. He's got connections all over here. That's how we got the house in the first place," Terry said shedding her cover and dipping her toes into the blue lit pool at the steps. The water was an enchanting cerulean and the light rippled through it's soft waves as she slowly walked down the steps. The water slipped and curled around her body and she stopped for a moment to pull her hair up before wading any further. Her neck was smooth and long and I wanted to put my hand behind it and pull it to my lips. Cat splashed in a little noisily and adjusted the strings on her bikini thong as she did.

"They almost slipped off," she said to no one in particular playing with the knots.

Michelle sat on a chaise lounge chair near the edge of the pool.

"You're not going to get in?" I asked.

"Maybe later."

I shrugged and slipped myself in the water. It felt perfect. I closed my eyes and wiggled my foot around. I was coming off a foot injury and swimming was supposed to be some of the best exercise I could do before I got back to running.

I felt a cold metal sting behind my neck and turned around. Michelle had pressed one of the cocktail filled water bottles against me. She was leaning down towards me and I could see the muscle of her stomach. She was slim and fit, probably more muscular than Cat, and I think she felt me looking because she raised an eyebrow. I took the drink and took a big gulp. Mojito. Very nice.

Cat and Terry passed a different bottle back and forth. The three girls talked and talked and I just listened for the most part. Before I knew it most of the bottle was gone and I was floating around in the water on a good buzz, but nothing too crazy.

"You're awfully quiet over there," Terry said to me.

"Oh, uh. Just not really a conversationalist, you know?"

"Don't be silly. I know you have things to contribute. I knew it when we first met."

This got a giggle out of Cat and Terry.

"The best way to start a conversation is to ask an interesting question," Michelle chimed in.

"Okay. So, if you could uh...have any superpower what would it be?"

"Wow...That's what you go with? How old are you?" Cat looked at me with a disappointed face.

"Sorry. I'm not exactly a people person. Is that a lame question?"

"It's fine," Terry said,"If I had to choose one super power...I would definitely take being able to see what everyone looked like naked."

"You mean x-ray vision?" I asked.

"No, not quite. I mean I just wanna see everyone naked," she laughed. The other two girls giggled a bit as well. It was funny to me, but I didn't laugh. She basically had that power anyway. She could talk anyone's clothes off. Terry exuded two things, sex and influence.

"Mine would be to read minds," Cat said, "That way I could tell what those bitches in DG were saying about me."

I laughed at this one. I don't think there's ever been a human person on earth who had a malicious thought about Cat. She was petite, cute, friendly, a hardcore exhibitionist, and graceful. A tough combo to hate.

"Mine would be...just to be more confident. Have more courage," Michelle said in a voice that could barely qualify above a whisper.

"Awww. Michelle you are so cute. We will help you be more confident by the end of the night. I promise," Terry said and blew her a kiss. Michelle blushed a little. It was kinda cute. Michelle was clearly gorgeous and could have anyone she wanted draped over her like a blanket, if she just put herself out there. But I understood. It's hard. Especially when there are sharks like Terry swimming around waiting to smell blood.

"I guess mine would be the ability to get some new friends. You guys are a pain in the ass," I joked and Terry and Cat immediately began to splash me.

After a while Cat and Terry sat on the steps at the top of the pool so they were as deep in the water as they could be. The night air was cold on the skin, but the warm water felt good.

They started to huddle closer to each other for warmth and I turned away to swim another lap. When I finished and looked up to the stairs I saw their water bottle laying on its side by the edge of the pool, completely drained, and Cat had her arms wrapped around Terry's neck. They were in the middle of a slow deep kiss. Their soft bodies pressed against each other under the water. Their lips were both pink, but their cheeks were growing red as they grew into the kiss. I could hear soft pants between the two of them as they would break apart for a moment.

I heard a chair creak and I glanced over at Michelle. She was fidgeting. I guess she was a little uncomfortable with the display of affection. I just watched it happen. Terry stood up and Cat followed her to the chair Michelle was sitting on. Michelle looked stiff and uncomfortable, but Terry leaned over her and put her tits in Michelle's face.

"Go on," Terry said. Then, in slow but knowing movements, Michelle pulled the clasp of Terry's bikini apart and let her tits fall heavily in front of her body. Terry shivered as the cold air hit her wet body and her pink nipples quickly shrank and jutted out from her pale skin. Terry kissed Michelle softly on the lips before turning back to Cat.

This time with some fire she grabbed Cat by her short bob of hair and pulled her head back to kiss her. It wasn't the soft slow teasing kiss that two girls give each other for fun, but the hard one that a dominant bitch like Terry gives to one of her subjects to remind them that if they wanted to get off they would have to go through her first.