The Book of David Ch. 05

I stopped in my tracks. "Have two what? You talk as if your parents own slaves!"

"Certainly not!" Amber's eyes goggled up and down, as if just now realizing how much of a prejudiced jerk she sounded like. "I didn't mean it like that," she said defensively.

I kind of glared at her, the anger still inside of me. I tried to think rationally. Looking at Amber watching me with obvious chagrin, I told myself she wasn't intentionally malicious. In fact, she looked downright afraid of what I might think of her.

And yet, when the barista fumbled her order the first time, she automatically went to the 'stupid and lazy Mexican' analysis. It never even occurred to her that she'd given her order a little too fast. That was something Amber would have to work on, to put more thought into her judgments.

In a way, it wasn't her fault. She'd been raised in the Heights and I couldn't pretend to know exactly what went on over there, or how her parents raised her. More likely than anything, she was just ignorant and parroted what the people around her told her. Already, in the past year at school she truly had mellowed out quite a bit after being on her own and being exposed to a diversity of people. Hell, two years ago she wouldn't even talk to me. Now, I could honestly say we were friends.

"Look, it's cool," I finally spoke and she visibly brightened. For some reason, what I thought about her actually seemed to matter to her. "Just... every once in a while, think about how you come off to people. A couple of years ago, I thought you were a spoiled snobby bitch." She visibly flinched at that. "And you probably thought I was a dumb jock. Now look where we are."

She said nothing but continued her walk. We were almost at the classroom. Just before we went inside, I stopped her and touched her arm again. "For the record, I was wrong back then. You're a beautiful person inside when you want to be, even more beautiful than you are on the outside."

And then I walked through the door.

***

Amber didn't speak to me for the entire class. She seemed distracted and lost in her own thoughts. But when it was time to walk out, she fell right into step with me and we started a conversation as if the old one had never stopped.

I walked her back to the house she was renting with her friends, and I stopped in to say hi to E-Beth and the other roommates. And then I was off to head back to my own apartment.

Over the next month or so, Amber and I butted head more than once over what I felt was her close-minded bigoted viewpoint of the world. She thought I was a liberal communist while I tried to point out how I saw myself as moderate in everything.

She quickly learned that I wasn't trying to attack her about her viewpoints, but some heat definitely came into our arguments. More than once we found ourselves huffing and slightly out of breath, our faces flushed from the intensity of our discussions. Usually Amber would crack a smile first. It was amazing how the adrenaline rush of those debates was so similar to the hormonal rush of arousal. I wanted to believe the rosy color in her cheeks might have something to do with me as well.

Fortunately, I was able to let off that physical steam a few of times without resorting to my right hand. While Nataliya and I never made even the slightest attempts to establish a romantic relationship, we came together on occasion to mutually relieve each other's sexual desire.

First there was the time she dropped by the apartment while Danielle and Cherys were both out. She never said a word. Her eyes simply glowed as she attacked my lips just inside the front door and began stripping out of her clothes. We barely made it to my bedroom.

The second time, we didn't make it. She was perched on her high heels and bent in half over the couch while I fucked her from behind. And when she spread her asscheeks and ordered me to ream out her cornhole, how could I possibly say no?

We had several more little trysts, all of them unplanned and all of them Nataliya- initiated. Then came the strangest sexual event with Nataliya.

I didn't see her for a whole week, not even SEE her. Danielle was theorizing that she was getting back together with Leslie. I got slightly depressed that my only source of pussy might be back off the market.

But then lo and behold, Nataliya arrived at my door. The confident, mothering nympho had been replaced by a shy, almost virginal co-ed.

Nataliya asked me not to fuck her that night. Instead, she wanted me to make love to her as if I were the most delicate princess in the world. We started off with slow petting and I bent to worship at her altar of womanly delight. The wild nympho inside of her kept trying to break free as I brought her to climax over and again. But every time she was about to lose control and order me to fuck her within an inch of her life, she exhaled mightily and asked me to slow down.

Because of the constant starts and stops, I lasted a good twenty minutes inside her pussy before we finally came to a resounding simultaneous orgasm. The long build-up had me spurting like a fire hose and Nataliya visibly flinched when the first burst exploded against her insides.

The whole episode was totally out of character for her and I briefly wondered at Nataliya's state of mind. I knew that when she'd come back to school, she was single as she'd broken up with Leslie over the summer. They were still friends, but no longer lovers, and I worried that she contemplated taking things to the next level with me.

The problem was, I didn't love her. Sure, the sex was great and I adored Nataliya as a friend with most excellent benefits. But I didn't see her as relationship material. Even if Nataliya wanted to go down that route, my heart wasn't in it.

In a way, no matter how physically pleasant fucking Nataliya was, when I thought over my day it was my conversational walks with Amber that were the highlights.

Fortunately, I didn't have to ruminate on such relationship thoughts for long. The next day, old Nataliya was back and just hanging out in the apartment with Danielle. I secretly hoped we were getting back to the normal, stress-relieving version of sex I'd gotten used to. But then Nataliya's true motivations soon became clear enough.

***

FALL QUARTER, JUNIOR YEAR (November 2000)

I was halfway to Kevin and Jen's place to hang out for a typical college Thursday afternoon when a cute, accented voice hollered "David!" across the quad.

I stopped and turned to see an effervescent Nataliya jogging lightly to catch up to me despite her heels. I fondly remembered that she was very graceful, even in such awkward shoes. As she approached, I evaluated the long legs, encased in tight jeans with black stilettos just barely poking out the bottom.

By the time she caught up, I'd worked my gaze to her chest, where her large breasts were making quite the impression on her shirt. "My eyes are up here," she giggled.

I looked up into her hazel eyes. "Hi Nataliya," I said to her lips, still imagining them wrapped around my dick.

"Are you doing anything tomorrow night?" she asked with a playful lilt in her voice.

I thought over my current plans: chill out on Kevin's couch, occasionally play video games. "Nothing I can't change," I told her.

"Good! You're coming to a party with me, okay?"

"Are you asking me out on a date?" I asked, momentarily confused.

"No, silly. Anyways, we'll pick you up after 9."

"We?" I wondered, but she was already turning a different direction.

"You'll see..." she teased, glancing back at me with an impish grin. "Oh, and DON'T tell your roommates. I want this to be a surprise."

***

"Hiiii David!" Amber said brightly as she deliberately bumped her hip into me as she joined me down the sidewalk.

"Morning," I replied in a friendly manner. "Coffee? My treat this time."

"Sure!" she beamed. We chit-chatted and managed to get our drinks without incident. Amber even smiled at the barista. And then an uncommon awkward silence settled in for just a brief moment.

"Hey..." Amber drawled out while looking at the ground. "You... uh, you doing anything tonight?"

"Why? Whatcha got in mind?"

"Oh... it's nothing. It's just that E-Beth is going off to this thing she does every month. She wanted to bring me along with her but I'm not sure it's my kind of thing..." her voice trailed off as she looked a little lost in thought. Then Amber swiveled her eyes up to me. "But anyways, I thought we might be able to hang out?"

I laughed, "Like a date?"

"Well..." Amber waggled her head and put an index finger between her lips in a coyly flirtatious manner. "I guess you could call it that."

But then memory kicked in and I slapped myself on the forehead. "Oh, DAMN. I forgot, I already promised someone I was going with them to a party tonight."

Amber's face fell.

"I'm really sorry," I apologized. "I would have loved to hang out with you."

"No big deal," she tossed it off. Instantly, the haughty, slightly arrogant Amber was back. "I've got lots of other options."

And before I could come up with a new response, we were at the classroom. Amber walked right in and took her seat, the conversation over.

Again I wondered, Amber couldn't have any interest in me, could she? Despite my dating experience, I still didn't know how to read women. And then I remembered my roommates. After all, who better to ask for girl advice than Danielle and Cherys?

But then I remembered Nataliya's warning not to tell my roommates I was going with her to the party. Better not say anything just yet.

***

I felt a little weird, trying to keep this minor secret. I'd taken a shower and begun grooming for a Friday out. Danielle noticed immediately and asked me what was going on.

I made up some lame excuse about Jen setting me up on a blind date, which she accepted. She and Cherys had bigger things to worry about as they were getting dressed to go out themselves. Based on Nataliya's warning, I imagined we would all end up at the same place eventually.

Just before 9pm, the girls headed out, leaving me alone in the apartment and wishing me well on my date tonight.

At 9:15, the door knocked and I was ready. I opened it up to see a smiling Nataliya and was momentarily disappointed to see butch Leslie alongside with her. After all their on-again, off-again over the past couple of years, perhaps they were back to 'on'.

And then I saw the third woman out there. Another tall blonde who looked like a carbon copy of Nataliya at first glance. She shyly stepped forward at Nataliya's insistence and reached out to shake my hand in greeting.

"I'm Maria," her accent was just as cute as her sister's.

"David. Pleased to meet you."

Maria had the same hazel eyes and pretty face, but was skinnier throughout in comparison to her sister. With slender hips and a tight ass, she could have been a fashion model. I noticed that her thighs did not quite touch between her legs as she stood there in low-rise jeans.

"Very pleased to meet you," I said again.

She was quite beautiful and I couldn't help but stare for a minute. Once again I felt the strange sensation of transferring the physical attraction I felt for an older sister to the younger.

"Okay, let's go party!" Nataliya said excitedly. Maria, to the back, was the first to turn around and head down the stairs. Nataliya elbowed me in the ribs as I couldn't help but stare at her little sister's tight ass and fantasize about bending her over in half and fucking her within an inch of her life.

Leslie was driving and the four of us piled into her car. I was in the backseat with Maria and we took the opportunity to ask the usual questions. She was a new freshman, just a couple of months into her first year at school. She hadn't decided on her major yet and was living in a dorm not too far away from her big sister's apartment.

After learning she was the baby of the family, with Nataliya and an older brother, I got the impression that she was a very sheltered girl and a little in awe at the University world around her.

It would turn out to be an incorrect impression. The reason for her shy nervousness turned out to have more to do with me.

We arrived at a stately mansion perhaps 10 minutes away from campus. There were already a few extra cars parked up and down the block, a sure sign there was a party going on. We walked in pairs, Nataliya and Leslie up front and Maria and I shadowing them from behind. The elder girls were deliberately leaving me to interact with Maria, and I was doing my best to keep the younger sister engaged in conversation. Thankfully, she had visibly loosened up over the last fifteen minutes.

"Do you know where they are taking us?" I asked.

Maria blushed and looked away cutely, "Yes..." she drawled.

"Ooh, that sounds mysterious. Can you tell me?"

She shook her head without responding verbally.

"Is there some sort of plan that I don't know about?"

Maria's Mona Lisa smile was all the answer I needed.

Now I probably should have known what kind of party this would be. After all, Nataliya, Danielle, and Cherys had all made their sexual preferences perfectly clear. It only made sense that this would be a Gay-Lesbian-Bisexual kind of crowd.

Still, it was a minor system shock when I walked in to see two guys making out against the wall in the foyer. Both were in fantastic shape. I don't know how fit you need to be to have sex with a man, but their muscles were extremely well- defined. I had no problem with gay people. Clearly, having a lesbian sister opened up my mind a bit and I had several gay classmate acquaintances. But the sight didn't do much for my libido.

There was a lesbian couple to my right, which quickly reversed the blood flow to put it back into my cock. And what really started me going was the guy on the couch, sandwiched by two very hot women while they engaged in a three-way kiss.

To date, the closest I'd come to a multiple-person orgy was Nate and I double- teaming Ellie that one time. It appeared I was headed for a night I wasn't going to soon forget.

We all got drinks and there was an extra bounce in our steps as we moved to the music while going around meeting up with friends. I was quite familiar with most of Danielle and Cherys' friends, so I didn't feel totally out of place.

Maria, on the other hand, was apparently only familiar with the people she'd arrived with, so she ended up clinging to my side for most of the night. The first time a half-drunk lesbian walked up and boisterously burped hello, she grabbed my hand and didn't let go. Maria especially stayed close to me when Nataliya darted away from us to greet another friend.

Still, despite her nerves, Maria was clearly engrossed in what was going on around us. Her eyes would focus on one couple or group after another, rapturously observing tongues and hands as various people made out in assorted combinations around the living room. This wasn't a party about dancing and then disappearing to make out. All making out and groping was done out in the open.

The pretty blonde squeezed my hand tightly, her breathing shallow. Again, I thought she was a little overwhelmed by all that was going on around her. But when I turned and looked in her eyes, the hazel irises were a flashing golden and she panted in obvious arousal. And quite obviously, her gaze dropped down over my body as she was checking me out.

Before I could say anything, Nataliya returned and grabbed us both by our free hands. "Come this way! I found them!"

Bewildered, I let Nataliya drag us through the house, Leslie following close behind. We passed another gay couple on the stairs and as we passed one open bedroom, I clearly saw an orgy going on inside. For the very first time, I saw one man giving head to another. The guy on the receiving end, meanwhile, had his face buried in the pussy of a voluptuous co-ed lying on her back across the bed, with a second girl straddling her face.

What kind of party was this?

We passed bedroom after bedroom, all with various sexual antics going on inside, and I started to wonder just how large this house really was. At the end of the hall, we came to a set of double-doors that I guessed was the Master Suite. We stepped through and the next sight took my breath away.

I've commented before on how absolutely incredible Cherys' tits are. Those things were just huge, round, and impossibly firm. If I hadn't seen them develop myself since she was a young teenager, I may not have believed they were natural. And the rest of her body was still magnificent. At twenty-two, she still had all the firmness of a teenager with the curves of a full-fledged woman. And she was completely naked.

Cherys was sprawled against the headboard of an oversized California King bed, complete with four-posts and an elegant canopy. Between her spread legs was a petite, tanned hardbody with long, lustrous black hair. Now I've appreciated an ass from time to time. Perhaps with all the gay guys around I felt a twinge of discomfort at the idea, but I had to admit that the girl munching out Cherys had a niiice ass. It wasn't the smallest or the tightest. It was just perfectly shaped, with elegantly muscular lines. Her ass was the Jaguar of asses.

"David!" came a familiar voice, shrieking in surprise. Danielle had just walked out of the en suite bathroom, completely in the nude and still dribbling fluids between her legs. Her pussy seemed freshly shaved and the baby-smooth skin glistened enticingly. Her rock hard abs and toned musculature were on full display, and of course my gaze was drawn to her perky breasts. I couldn't help but stare; I'd only seen this angel in all her naked glory once before, her beauty marred only by the shocked and fearful expression on her face while she tried to cover herself with her arms.

Cherys' eyes fluttered open at her girlfriend's squeal of surprise. She was panting heavily, which caused her chest to rise and fall dramatically. Her oral lover picked her head up to look around for what the commotion was, but Cherys insistently grabbed the raven-haired head and pushed it back down between her legs.

Through heavily-lidded eyes, Cherys watched me watching her as she felt orgasmic ecstasy shoot through her body.

"Helloooo, gorgeous..." I muttered, obviously ogling Cherys' goddess-perfection of a body.

Nataliya, meanwhile, went straight to Danielle where she put her arms on my sister's shoulders and shushed soothingly. "Wow, you got us invited to the Master bedroom? I wonder what kind of moves you had to pull that one off."

Still looking at me, Danielle stuttered, "I- I didn't have to do anything. Carmita's been lusting after Cherys for months."

Leslie, meanwhile, pulled Maria over to an oversized, plushy couch to the side. It was as if there was another full living room inside the master bedroom. I watched as Maria willingly sagged into Leslie's strong embrace and they began kissing as Leslie sank backwards onto the couch. For all of her seeming innocence, this clearly wasn't Maria's first time with the butch lesbian and Maria was soon at work stripping the bigger woman while Leslie spread her legs in anticipation of some wonderful cunnilingus.

I'd been anticipating getting laid with Nataliya tonight after her party invitation. Then when she showed up with Leslie and none-to-subtly thrust me towards Maria, I'd anticipated trying to work my charm on Nataliya's little sister. Now, I stood alone in the middle of an overwhelmingly large bedroom, all hardness gone out of my cock despite the naked female flesh around me.

Nataliya now leaned into Danielle's ear and began whispering something that caused my sister's eyes to bug out. At first, Danielle looked a little uncomfortable with the situation as kept her body covered with her arms. But after a moment, she sighed and nodded, and dropped her hands. I went back to the illicit activity of ogling my sister as Nataliya leaned up and pecked her on the lips, and then Danielle headed over to join her girlfriend on the bed.