The Bullpen Ch. 02

She longed to touch herself – he nipples, her bare skin, her pussy. If she had been in her own bed, in her own condo, with the doors closed and sheets covering her, Erica wouldn't have resisted. She would have masturbated herself into tranquility.

But here, in the Bullpen, every move that she made was recorded. And, even if it weren't, there were currently six onlookers standing just a few feet beyond her reflection in the wall. And even if most of them left, Wendy would still be there. Wendy would still be out there. Wendy would still be watching her.

And, once again, Erica wasn't sure whether that irked her, or turned her on just a little bit more.

"We'll hope it subsides," Noah announced, after they had made the decision to adjourn for the night. Cathy had agreed to stay, as had Vijay. Wendy, though, wasn't going anywhere until Tessa showed up at one, and Erica had signed on for another few weeks. But Noah, Mike, and Hannah departed for the evening, leaving Erica on her own in the Bullpen to make an attempt at ignoring the sensual teasing her body was receiving.

***

Wednesday night had been a wash. The tingling had, eventually, gone away. But, unfortunately for Erica's sleep patterns, the full cycle would last nearly six hours, leaving her tossing and turning on the hard floor of the Bullpen, unable to fall asleep.

When she finally awoke, she knew that she had had another dream, perhaps two or three, but couldn't recall anything more than her own arousal. She was sweating. Her hair was completely mussed up. And her pussy was still wet and exuding warmth - still unable to reach the climax it so desperately craved, either in the waking world or while Erica was asleep.

It was a long, long day, after a long, long night, and Erica passed out on the floor of the Bullpen well before nine o'clock. As she drifted off to sleep, she smiled, knowing what was coming.

She was in college. In her dorm room at Knight House in Pasadena. With her roommate Julie Coogan. And David Wojciechowski, her first boyfriend.

Erica was eighteen years old again, a college junior and one of just sixty-four young women in CalTech's freshman class. Julie was just how Erica remembered her – perfect. Erica had been a nerd her entire life, too involved in books and science to truly pursue any real life. Julie, on the other hand, seemed as at ease in the Chemistry laboratory as she did at parties hosted by upperclassmen. And David, well, David seemed much more than Erica remembered, as Tom had seemed enhanced in her previous dreams. Everything was just as she remembered it. But this was no memory – it was a dream, a product of her own debased subconscious and a small bit of chemical influence.

"Bullshit," David replied to Julie's hypothesis, chugging down another few sips of his Miller High Life. "Absolute bullshit."

"Why? Why is it bullshit?" Julie asked. She had red hair, a slim body, and an almost non-existent chest, but she exuded sexual confidence that made her three times as alluring as women twice as physically attractive.

"How many women have you gone down on?" David asked bluntly, catching Erica by surprise. This was certainly not the shy, proper David Wojciechowski that she remembered.

"None," Julie responded. "Which makes my total only one less than yours."

David blushed at this. Erica had been his first, as he had been for her.

"Which means I have infinitely more experience at cunnilingus than you do," David argued strongly. Turning to Erica, he said, "Tell her."

"He's quite good," Erica giggled, taking another sip out of her own beer.

"But you have nothing to compare it against," Julie responded to her roommate. To David, she repeated herself, "I still say that a woman should be able to give another woman more pleasure in eating her out than a man could. I mean, David, I have a vagina. I know what feels good."

"So, now, by that logic," David interjected, "I should be able to give a better blowjob than you, because I have a penis myself. Is that what you're saying?"

"Well, the penis is somewhat of a blunt instrument," Erica began, not quite believing that she was engaging in this ridiculous argument. "There's not all that much to figure out. Put it in your mouth, move your tongue around, suck a little, squeeze a little, and you're there. I mean, some of you guys can come without us even touching you." She gave a boyfriend an obvious wink.

"One time!" David replied, blushing.

"Whereas the vagina," the black-haired girl continued, "is a little more complicated. There a lot more…stuff…down there."

"Fine," David relented. "Perhaps a lesbian, with a comparable amount of experience as a man in the cunnilingus department, could do a better job at muff diving than the man. But there's no way that someone with no experience, like you," he pointed at Julie, "could compare with someone with experience."

"So you're better than me at eating women out?" Julie asked in mock disbelief.

"Right," David agreed, somewhat uncomfortable with the direct question.

"And you'd be willing to put money on that?"

"What?"

Erica repeated her boyfriend. "What?"

"I've got fifty dollars," the redheaded girl explained as she pulled a few bills from her purse, "that says I give better head than you do."

"A pussy-eating contest?" Erica laughed. "And how exactly are you going to do this little competition?"

Both David and Julie looked at the young Erica Rivers.

"No. No. Absolutely not," she answered their stares.

"Come on, honey, be our test subject," David begged her. "For science."

Erica again shook her head.

"It's not a big deal," Julie calmed her friend. "David's your boyfriend, so it's not like it's anything you haven't done before with him. And I'm your roommate – I've seen you naked, I've seen you in the shower, I've even caught you masturbating."

Just the once, Erica thought to herself. She'd been drunk. She'd come home to find what she thought was an empty room. But, because it was dark, she'd missed the sleeping body of her roommate. She had masturbated with abandon, panting and moaning, until Julie had finally cleared her throat and begun laughing. They joked about it from time to time, but Erica hadn't expected her friend to bring up the incident just now.

"No, no, no, no, no, no, no," Erica repeated herself. "No."

"What about for twenty dollars?" the redhead asked.

"No."

"Forty?" David asked.

"No."

"What if the loser of the contest paid YOU the fifty dollars?" Julie put forth.

Erica hesitated this time. She was already getting wet, and she could tell that the idea of watching Julie eat her out was turning David on quite a bit. Not to mention the fifty dollars, which she could put towards paying some of her book bills for the following term.

But would the money make her a prostitute?

Even if it did, Erica hated to admit, the thought of such depravity turned her on that much more.

"I don't even know how we're going to do this," Erica whined. "I mean, I'm obviously going to see whoever's going down on me."

"Is that a yes?" the redhead asked.

"We can use a blindfold," David answered.

"But are you going to go right in a row?" Erica asked. "Because that first orgasm, for me, is always the best one."

"So that's a yes?" Julie asked again.

"No orgasms," David replied.

"No orgasms?" asked the redhead.

"No orgasms?" asked the black-haired girl.

"No orgasms," David responded to them both. "Both of us will bring you to the brink. You'll get a break in between, you know, to calm down. And then you get to pick which one of us gets to finish you off – whoever you thought was better."

"So it's definitely a yes?" Julie asked, one last time.

"Fine, fine," Erica relented. "Yes. It's a yes."

All three looked at each other awkwardly.

"So…right now?" Erica asked.

Julie didn't even answer the girl. Instead, as David stood and turned the stereo up, blasting the soothing tones of P.M. Dawn through the dorm room, Julie got down on her knees in front of her friend. Casually, she reached up and began unbutton the top button on Erica's jeans.

The dark-haired girl's first reaction was to push her friend away. Instead, she let her continue, watching the girl's feminine hands find her fly and begin to slip it down. As Julie slipped Erica's jeans down, she revealed a pair of leopard-print bikini panties that were underneath, high-cut and very revealing.

Erica couldn't stop staring at her friend's face. A mood that had been lighthearted and jovial only a few seconds ago had suddenly become very serious and sexually charged. David watched in awe as Julie slipped Erica's jeans past her ankles and into a puddle on the floor. Somehow, a black, silk tie appeared in his hands, and he stepped forward to wrap it around his girlfriend's eyes, using it as a blindfold. Erica's last sight for the evening was that of Julie leaning forward into her lap, the black-haired girl's legs wide open and waiting. As her world went dark, she felt her friend's tongue rubbing up the crotch of her panties, through the material.

A few quick seconds later, Erica felt David's rougher hands reach under the sides of her panties, and slide them down her bare thighs. As they joined her pants elsewhere in the room, Erica couldn't help but reflect on her current situation – she was without bottoms in her dorm room, seated on her futon with her legs spread and her pussy on display to both her boyfriend and her girlfriend. The thought alone made her hot, and the knowledge of what was forthcoming only served to make her hotter.

Erica was still wearing a tank top, without a bra, but she didn't fight the hands that gently pulled the straps down her arms to expose her breasts. She was nothing but a puddle of sexuality, and at that moment, she was far too excited to fight off any advance.

She felt hot breath against her right aureole at one moment, and then teeth, sinking gently into the upright nipple. Erica couldn't help but gasp in pleasure, pleasure aided by the mystery that she had no idea whose mouth was on her breast, no idea whose tongue was swirling around her nipple at that moment. She expected to recognize David's mouth against her pussy, but as it happened, she discovered that she was unsure of herself. Male lips? Female lips? She wasn't sure of anything but her own pussy lips, tingling at the sensation of a tongue beginning its penetration.

If it was David, he'd learned some new tricks. If it was Julie, Erica couldn't help but wonder if she'd done this before. At points, whoever it was who was going down on her would fork his or her tongue, going deeper into her private parts than anyone's tongue should have been capable of. Erica assumed that this was Julie, as none of it seemed familiar, none of it seemed ordinary. And, just as Erica felt her own hips uncontrollably surge upwards to meet Julie's thrusting tongue, Julie pulled away.

Soft lips found their way up Erica's slit to her waiting clitoris, wrapping themselves around it and sending bolts of electricity up the girl's spine. With abandon, she pinched and squeezed her own exposed nipples, knowing that it would get David, whom she assumed was watching from the far side of the room, as turned on as Erica herself was feeling.

"Ohhhh," she moaned, not quite sure whether it was the tongue snaking around her clit that caused the suspiration, or whether it was the fact that she was currently being watched.

It didn't matter to Erica that it was, assumedly, a woman eating her out. It didn't matter that this meant she was trending lesbian. Erica could only focus on two things – the pleasure swelling through her pussy and the person across the room. The eyes that, at that moment, were fixated upon her perspiring body, her heaving chest, her mouth gasping for air.

She began to reach towards Julie's head, longing to pull it closer to her, longing to make her lick harder. But as she did so, hands grabbed at her wrists and pulled them away. She was held against the futon, her arms spread behind her and her legs spread below her, writhing in pre-orgasmic bliss. She should've been able to distinguish the hands holding her down, knowing that David's calloused fingers should have felt different from Julie's far more effeminate ones. But, unfortunately for Erica, she could only focus on the rising climax in her body, feeling the tongue of her current partner and not the hands of the current spectator holding her down. She breathed deep, waiting to exhale in final satisfaction.

But Julie had pulled away.

"No!" Erica screamed in frustration. "No! Please!"

"Beg for it," Julie teased wickedly from elsewhere in the room.

"Please," the blindfolded girl continued. "Please, please, please. I need it."

"It'll come," David assured her. "But just to make sure you don't get overeager with yourself…"

The hands that had been holding Erica's wrists against the futon released her, and Erica was tempted to finish herself off, having come so close to orgasm without reaching the final crest. The temptation was lifted, however, when she felt cold steel snap against either arm – she was being handcuffed to the back of the futon frame.

"No!" she called helplessly.

"We just need you to calm back down," Julie explained. "To get an equilibrium for Contestant Number Two."

An equilibrium wasn't going to happen. How Julie expected Erica to calm back down after she'd reached the brink of orgasm, how Julie expected Erica to calm back down with her pants and underwear somewhere across the room, how Julie expected Erica to calm back down with her top bunched down at her midsection and her tits exposed, how Julie expected Erica to calm back down with her legs spread and her pussy throbbing to be touched….well, it was beyond Erica.

But both Julie and David seemed indifferent. The next half hour seemed more like an eternity to Erica, who had trouble focusing on anything but her own desire to be touched.

Or was it to be watched?

Or was it to be watched, while being touched?

She was vaguely aware of surroundings, but the sounds of the television, the radio, and her friends' casual chitchat were ancillary to Erica's lust. She heard the door into the hallway open and close a number of times, David and Julie explaining away trips to and from the bathroom. Each time she heard it creak, she was felt a mix of terror and titillation as the prospect of a passerby peering in.

Without any warning, a tongue brushed up Erica's inner thigh, making a b-line directly towards her pussy. Contestant Number Two had begun.

Fingers found her clit first, index and middle, and pulled apart the top of Erica's slit and exposed it to warm air of the room. The tongue followed behind, flicking gently back and forth, tracing circles in her most intimate of areas. She felt a chin upon her open pussy, pressed between her legs with forced. It, too, gave away, and Erica gasped in ecstasy as David slipped a single finger inside, penetrating her wetness.

From behind her blindfold, she imagined Julie on the far side of the room, watching the black-haired girl from her computer desk. Was Julie watching, wide-eyed and excited? Was Julie turned on? Was Julie still wearing all of her clothes? Could she be masturbating, herself?

Or was it Julie on the far side of the room after all? Whoever it was between her legs, she didn't recognize the technique any more than she had recognized the first challenger's. Could this be Julie now? Had David been the one teasing her earlier? She couldn't tell…

One finger in her pussy became two. And two, to her shock, became three. She felt stretched, too small to accommodate each of the digits. But instead of screaming out in agony, it was all that she could do to keep herself from squealing in absolute sexual joy.

The tongue against her clit lapped quickly, greedily, eagerly, and Erica held on for dear life. The past hour, which had seemed like an eternity for her, had been nothing but foreplay, and the girl was eager to finally reach her climax. Pulling against her handcuffs, she longed to grab at her own nipples once again, this time to play with them for Julie. Or David. But for herself most of all.

Each finger was slowly and torturously removed from her pink, but the index didn't go far. Rather, it traced its way across the pale white flesh of her right thigh, trending closer and closer to her asshole. When it reached its destination, it tormented her, making several passes around, each time come dangerously close to insertion. It was nothing that Erica had ever felt before, never experience. And that alone nearly put her over the edge.

The pressure in her pussy intensified, and Erica, in her delirium, began to grunt out, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck," with each osculation against her clit. Her last was drawn out, a long "Fuuuuuck," as she readied herself for her pay-off.

But just as before, the mouth pulled away from her lips just seconds too soon.

"Fuck!" she called out, this time in aggravation. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuuuuuck!!!"

"Here it is," Julie's voice called out. "The moment of truth."

"Who gets to finish you off?" David chimed in. "Contestant Number One? Or Contestant Number Two?"

To tell the truth, Erica didn't much care. She just wanted contact. She just wanted her orgasm.

"Two," she called out. The finger that had traced her rose bud had done it for her.

A cheer went up from around the room. Suddenly, Erica was all too aware that it wasn't just David and Julie in the room with her.

Aware, but didn't care.

Contestant Number Two had returned his or her tongue to her pussy, and his or her index finger – still soaked in Erica's own pussy juices – to just outside her asshole. The girl used her bared legs to wrap whoever it was and pull them closer, in an act of desperation to bring about her long-awaited and long-elusive apogee. And it was at that moment that the blindfold slipped down over her nose, and Erica got a look at the room around her.

David was on the far side of the room, half-standing, half-sitting on her desk. He had is wallet open, and was counting out singles.

Glancing down between her legs was Julie, her red hair spread out across Erica's silky skin. She was sweating from her effort, and apparently had removed her Cal Tech sweatshirt sometime since Erica had first donned the blindfold. In fact, she had discarded the shirt beneath it, as well. And her skirt, for that matter. Wearing nothing but a pair of low-rise green panties and a matching demi-cup bra with her left breast hanging out, Julie seemed intent on finishing what she had started.

"Put your finger in her ass!" called someone with a British accent from the bed, causing Erica to turn her head just a bit.

Dr. George Nettleton, Erica's Freshman Chemistry professor, had apparently come for the show. As had her General Chemistry professor, Sergei Kuptchencko. And Andrew Nguyen, from down the hall. And Jenny Brodie, her lab partner in Synthetic Chemistry. And Nick Papoutsis, one of Julie's many one-night stands, who was wearing Erica's leopard-print panties as a hat. All in all, Erica's quick estimate was that nearly a dozen people had managed to sneak into her room in the half-hour between her cunnilingus sessions. And all of them seemed to be enjoying the show.

And rather than yell in horror, Erica just smiled. She smiled as they all watched her roommate eat her out. She smiled as they ogled her naked body, thrashing in sexual bliss. She smiled as Julie finally went for it, and inserted her index finger gently into her backside.

The pleasure was unimaginable, and the roar from the audience only fed Erica's primal urges. She licked her lips at Nettleton as Julie's finger pushed further into her asshole, as Julie's tongue continued to dance across her clit.