White Freshman, Black Coeds Ch. 25

She didn't pull away nearly as strongly as Nia had, and her Please stop wasn't terribly convincing. But I did let go, and she folded back into the front of me, looking down to see that her breasts were squishing into me properly, while Nia enveloped me/us from the rear.

Then Gabby, very drunk, kissed me sloppily, with full tongue, before pulling away to slur at me, "Why don't....yooouu, take ush—us!—take us home and finis—finISH what you shtarted?" Nia concurred from behind, almost as drunkenly, and that's all I needed to hear.

I grabbed up their shirts from the couch quick-like and handed each theirs. But I stuffed their bras into one of my cargo pockets. "Heeeey..." came the feeble protest from Gabby, but I said, "You ladies are so sexy, I want everyone to see you braless. In fact, don't even button your shirts till we get to the stairs. (I felt like the basement was pretty much "anything goes," based on what I'd seen tonight, but thought that upstairs they might expect more decorum.)

"You're a bad boy, Mark Livingston!" Nia as she staggeringly grabbed my right side. "Preying on us drunk, vulna—vuna—vulnuraaable young women!"

"Yes, he's veerry bad," slurred Gabby on my left. "And when we get alone—when we get him alone—I wanna see jus' how baaaad he can be..." Then she kissed and munched on my neck, rubbing my nipple through my shirt. We walked across to the foot of the stairs, guys and girls looking at us knowingly.

"Thank you, ladies, you can button them up now." I kept an arm around each one's shoulders to hold them semi-steady while they awkwardly tried to button their shirts. I realized how this looked, and hoped no one would like, challenge me on leaving with them.

But there was one Boy Scout, and I honestly can't say I blamed him. I was glad he was there kind of watching over the young women, given some of the "frat" stories I'd already heard. I mean, what if Nia and/or Gabby had been here alone? I'd want somebody to look after them. He was probably a Senior in the house, and didn't look drunk, so he was probably acting as a kind of chaperone.

"Hey man, you need help getting them home? Are you sober enough to drive? I could call a cab..."

"Thank you, sir. Honestly, thank you a lot for watching out for them. I've been drinking sodas and water for at least 2 hours, and this one is my girlfriend," shaking Nia a bit, who waved shyly, "and this one is her roommate." Gabby just kind of giggled.

"You're taking them straight back to the ZP House, right?" Not somewhere to take advantage of them is what he meant.

And just then I caught sight of Kyla, dancing close with Trey. "Kyla! Are these young women safe with me?" Both girls sniggered, which I wished they'd stop, right at this delicate moment.

Kyla mimed, What? I can't hear, so I motioned her over. "I asked, 'Are these young women safe with me?'"

"Chile, please!" Then to the guy: "That's his girlfriend, and that's his best female friend, and he ain't gonna take advantage of 'em!" The girls giggled again, but quietly, with their heads down.

"Okay," said dude, and sort of moved out of the way so we could get to the stairs. Kyla called Trey over, saying it was time they left too.

He shuffled over drunker than I'd seem him yet, and loud enough for Boy Scout to hear I asked Kyla, "Are you good to drive him home?" She said she was, and the five of us moseyed up the stairs. Well, 2 climbed and 3 halfway-stumbled, but we got up. Somehow Kyla found all of our jackets, and we were able to leave by the front door, which made for a shorter walk back to the cars.

And boy did that brisk night air have a sobering effect on my two drunk charges! They literally pushed me down the walk, saying, "Get us to your car quick!" At the end of the entrance walk, we started to turn left, but I noticed Trey leading Kyla right. With his car keys in his hand.

"Hey Trey? Kyla gonna drive you home?" He kind of slurred that no, he was okay, and tried to pull Kyla on. "Hey listen, man. Just let Kyla drive, wouldja?" (I tried to tell the girls to go on, that I'd catch up, but they stayed, shivering and stamping their feet.)

"No man, I'm good, I promise." But the way he was swaying and his eyelids were drooping, I could tell he wasn't 'good.'

"Trey...man...you're the only male friend I got, ya know? Like ever. And I don't want to lose you, man. So for me, for 'your boy', remember? Please, brother, let Kyla get you home."

Trey sobered up enough to pay attention and see that I was serious. The bridge of my nose had that about-to-cry tingling, and he must've seen the water in my eyes. (Which later I told him was just the cold wind, man.)

"Really, man? I'm your only guy friend?" He grabbed my hand in that arm-bent-up way, pressing his keys into my hand, then pulled me to him and said in my ear, "You're my only real friend too, brother. And I wanna live long enough to see where this thing goes. And to be your best man and all..." And then he tapered off and we slapped each other hard on the back, and when we pulled apart Kyla was supporting him, and I gave her his car keys.

"I'll see you at the shop, Trey!"

"You know thas' right, my brother from another..." And then they were out of earshot, Kyla half carrying him down the sidewalk. He was drunker than I'd thought, and I was so glad that hadn't become an argument.

I turned to find Nia looking at me some kind of way, holding Gabby close to her to keep her warm. "You handled that really well, Mark. I'm so proud of you."

"Oh, you know.... I just didn't... You know, my parents and all... So yeah, let's get to the minivan, shall we?" (My parents had been killed by a drunk driver when I was 8.) I sniffled a little, but played it off like it was the cold. I was holding Nia on my right, while she was holding up Gabby on her right. But pretty soon that became too hard for her, because Gabby was mostly out of it, so we put her between us and got her to the minivan.

After Nia unlocked and slid open the sliding door, I was able to lift Gabby into the seat and get her seatbelt buckled. She wasn't much heavier than Nia, though she was a bit taller. And I didn't fumble with the seatbelt just to feel her up or anything silly like that. I started the car and let it warm up a little before driving off (a good engineering practice). Took awhile for the heat to build up, but just being out of the wind was a blessing.

"Baby, we had a big surprise for you tonight, but now that..." and she motioned to the back, where Gabby was slumped over and lightly snoring, "and even I drank too much, well, we're going to still do it, but it won't be as much of a surprise for you. I'm so sorry about that."

I said it was alright, still not knowing anything about what their plan had been. It was almost 1:30 already so having me up in their room wouldn't have been an option (guests had to be out by 2AM), and there really wasn't time to even do much in the minivan, like we sometimes did.

"I know you know the St. Regis hotel on West Grand because you've told me you sometimes deliver there. Can you drive us there?" She did that little shruggy-shoulder thing you do when you're kind of embarrassed about asking something.

"Sure, but...?"

"Just get us there and then I'll explain?" Her eyes were so pleading I couldn't deny her, or demand an explanation first. Not that I would've anyway.

"There. Pull in the parking garage and take a ticket." We parked and got Gabby out of the car.

"Hey you guys! Did you know that you two guys are my bestest friends in the whole wiiiide world?" She draped herself across our shoulders as Nia tried to get her to quiet down. We got in the elevator and Nia produced one of those newfangled plastic key cards like Rita had at the Hilton, scanned it on the reader, and pushed 5.

When the doors opened Nia led us left like she knew exactly where we were going, then slid the card into the lock/reader of Room 516 and led us inside. She flipped the little hall light on and we led Gabby, still loving us both "to pieces" past the bathroom and to the single King bed in the room. We laid her down gently and she snuggled up to a pillow.

"Did we do it already, Nia? I feel so dreamy, like you and Mark and me just..."

"No, dear. Later, okay?"

"Okay!" With a big, sleepy smile she snuggled deeper into the long pillow.

"So baby, this was the surprise, how Gabby and I were going to give you your reward for what you did for us at the theater last night." I really started looking around then, and saw negligees and things laid out on the bed, candles set around, scarves and a blindfold(?!) on the dresser. And a long feather.

"Wow! You guys set all this up today?? And how much must this have cost? This place is nice. You really shouldn't have, sweetheart." I pulled her to me just to hold her, feel her.

"I knew you'd say that, but yes, I/we should have! You're so good to me, Mark, and not demanding like I am, and—well you're just a great guy who I think I sometimes take for granted, but tonight I really wanted to show you how much I appreciate you. By giving you me and Gabby together. And now..."

She gestured at Gabby and started to cry a little, so I pulled her back to me and held her tight, which of course made her cry harder. "Don't cry, I really, really appreciate the effort you guys put into this. And it's my fault for not slowing you two down on your drinking. I even encouraged it a little, hoping it would lead to....something like this. But not in my wildest dreams would I have dreamt this up. You're a very special girl, Nia Carter."

I pushed her away from me a little so I could kiss her forehead, nose, and cheeks, kissing the tears away. Finally reaching her mouth, I said, "I love you no matter what, never forget that," then gave her a light, lingering kiss on the lips. She melted into me and we just stood there for a minute or more.

"Do you want a Sprite? We've got some cold ones in the fridge."

"You girls thought of everything, didn't you. That sounds great. Bring one or some water for Gabby and let's see if we can get her to drink a little." She did and we did, rousing Gabby enough to get half a Sprite down her. I didn't know much about alcohol then, but I thought you were supposed to stay hydrated; and she wasn't passed out or anything, so I wasn't worried about her like that.

"So why don't we just tuck in and sleep, and in the morning we can...do whatever. You girls take the bed, I'll sleep on the couch."

"No way, Mister! You're sleeping with us, and we're all going to be nude. And furthermore: you're going to hold Gabby and I'm going to hold you." I looked oddly at her over the specificity of all these parameters, so she added, "The few times you and I have actually slept together, you've held me. And I enjoyed that, but I want to be able to hold my man once in a while." Said not with an exclamation point, but with some authority nonetheless, so of course I let her have her way.

Nia got Gabby undressed, panties and all, while I and then she undressed. And then she rolled Gabby to her left side, telling me to scooch in behind her. Even going so far as to tuck my semi-hard penis into Gabby's soft bottom, then putting my right hand on one of Gabby's soft breasts. (I use the adjective 'soft' a lot for Gabby because it fit her so well: soft bottom, soft stomach, soft breasts, soft face, soft hair, soft voice. No fat on her, just womanly soft all over. I couldn't say I minded at all holding her like this.)

Nia turned off the bedside lamp on her side and snuggled in behind me, clamping a hand on my right pec, her left hand folded up between us idly playing in my hair. This felt so wonderful, and I think I'd never really felt so loved and cared for before, and I was suddenly pretty sleepy and was just about to drift off...

"Did you really ask Trey to be your best man?"

"Maybe. Maybe I asked him that..." Nia giggled and squeezed me extra tight, because that was a callback to what she'd said when Tanya at the House had said Nia was already choosing bridesmaids, and Nia had allowed that maybe she'd asked Gabby to be her Maid of Honor. And here I was cuddled between that very Maid of Honor and my future wife Nia.

"I love you so much, Mark." Kisses on my back. "And I'm so excited just thinking about where our lives will take us, together." A kiss on the back as punctuation, and then she moved away from me a bit to get more comfortable for sleep. I dared not try to answer because I couldn't have spoken without my voice cracking.

11/20, Sunday

I dreamt there were lips on my dick. Wait: were there two sets of lips on my dick? Well this is new... I vaguely remember yawning and trying to turn on my side, but something was keeping from doing it. Two somethings: heat and skin contact on either side of my body.

You know how you wake up somewhere strange and you're disoriented for a few seconds? Where am I, and who has their lips(es) on me?? As I opened my eyes I saw my two angels smiling down at me. Well actually, my two devils, the way they were dressed now, and the way they were leering at me.

"Dang, Gabby, I was afraid he was going to 'finish' before he woke up!"

"*I* would've taken him all the way," Gabby said, before wresting my manhood from Nia and plunging her mouth deeply down it with exquisitely powerful suction.

"Oh God...." Gabby *popped* off, and the girls had a giggle-fest at my expense. And then I noticed I couldn't move my hands... Looking down I saw I guess a couple silky scarves wrapped around my waist, tying my wrists to my sides. I tried to pull my hands free, but no dice. "What's this, yo?" (I was in one of my 'yo' phases and the girls giggled.)

"Remember last weekend when you made that crack to Keisha about blindfolding her and seeing if she could tell which of us was licking her?" With an impish grin she held up the black blindfold I thought I'd seen last night.

"Oh....! Well put it on me and let's get started!" As it was going on, "But wait, why do my hands have to be tied?"

"Because we don't want you reaching up—involuntarily or otherwise!—to feel who it is."

"Makes sense I guess," I said, smiling a Cheshire cat grin. It was only then that I noticed that Gabby had her hair up in a bun. These girls were smart, because I'd just been thinking I'd be able to tell it was Gabby when her hair cascaded down over my stomach.

"Comfortable? All set?"

I spread my legs and tried to thrust my dick up to whover's waiting mouth would be first. "All set!" And then a girl climbed onto my face! What the?!? I actually tried to speak What the, but the muff was buried in my lips. And there was a cacophony of female laughter coming from directly above me.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sweetie! Did you think we were going to be doing you?" More laughs.

I jerked my head back hard to clear my mouth from the captivating coochie and said, "Well yeah!" More throaty laughs. "After all, that's how you guys woke me up, and that's how the thing with Keisha was meant..."

The girl on top of me climbed off (and I honestly couldn't tell who it was), then Nia's voice in my ear, while a hand touched the head of my dick, making me jump, "Oh my poor baby!" She smooched the side of my face and licked my ear, the hand on my manhood now skimming it lightly in a loose grip.

"I tell you what: if you get five out of five right with us sitting on your face, then we'll do you next. If not...."

"'If not,' what?" No answer, just soft giggles and whispers while the tormenting hands now on my penis kept it up. "Okay, okay. But how about 3 out of 3?"

Nia back in my ear, "Oh baby, don't you know the smell and taste of me by now that you should easily be able to tell me apart from Gabby? Especially since you've never done that for her?"

"But I DID do that for her, that day in—" thwack!, and I saw stars behind the blindfold. Nia had flicked the head of my dick, right on the sensitive frenulum! Instant flashback to Capri [Ch. 13], and I darn sure knew I didn't want any more of that. But what exactly is Nia doing, anyway? She's never been like this with me before.

"You remember, sweetie, when that skank Myra and her bougie friend Trish seduced you in Ross? Hmmmm?" She was holding my dick out taut, gently rubbing the tender underside-place with a forefinger. The same forefinger that would thwack me again if I didn't remember properly.

"Oh yes...Yes! You're so right, I've never tasted your roommate Gabby that way. No sir, never!" Two giggles and a good boy later, and I could feel the girls position themselves standing over me, probably back-to-stomach, and then kneeling down together onto me, one of them's sex sealing my mouth closed again.

"Can you tell which one of us it is yet?" "How about now?" "Me, or Nia?" Like that, back and forth, but both voices were directly above me so I couldn't tell who was who! The girls giggled at my predicament, then switched. I could tell it was a different girl, because her slit was mostly dry, but I still couldn't tell which girl!

After a standing and a rearrangement (though I didn't trust them to not stay in the same places), I had puffy pussy lips back on mine, with Gabby's voice saying, "And by the way, Mark, if you're trying to discern by our perfumes—" Damn it, that's exactly what I'd just decided to do!—"yesterday before the party we showered, together—" and here there was a pause for mmmm's and kissing sounds—"with the same shower gel. AND, this morning we each dabbed both our perfumes on our stomachs and between our legs, so..." These girls were clever, have I said that before?

There was a switching, and when I started to guess out loud who the first three had been, I was told I had to save it till the end, then name the 5 in order. (Aside: have you ever tried to remember the order of 5 things when licking 2 pussies? Me neither, till then, but it was hard.) And speaking of hard, I sure hoped I got it right after these next 2...

Two more like that, then the girls climbed off and there was a blinding light. When I could see again, there were two beaming, beautiful faces in mine, asking for my guess now. "Nia, Gabby...Gabby again, Nia and...Nia again?"

"Nope!" in stereo, and then the blindfold was pulled back down.

"Wai-, wai-, wait!" Nothing happened, so, "Please?" The blindfold was pulled back. "Can you tell me which ones I got wrong, at least?" Resolute headshakes. "Girls! I'm hard as a rock here and I can't touch it; couldn't it be my turn now anyway? Please?" How pathetic I must've sounded to them, but I I saw some sympathy in Gabby's eyes at least, even though Nia was firmly shaking her head no. But grinning.

"What do you think, Nia, maybe we could do it a little for him?"

"For him, or for you!" She laughed, but it wasn't mean. "Ever since you got your lips on him earlier you've been dying to go back, haven't you?"

"Well yeah, but...." Gabby looked sheepish, but she also looked hungry for it.

"Oh okaaaay! Geez girl, you can't even help me keep our bargain??" More laughter, but as Gabby dove for my dick with her mouth, Nia clamped her hand on the head of it. "But no mouths yet! You can use your hands if you want."

And boy did Gabby want! Because she almost jumped between my legs, spit on my dick, then laid into it with both hands, counter-rotating them like a pro (I'd later learn). "Gabby! How did you learn how to do that!? Nia, are you taking notes?" Nia punched me on the arm, but she was paying attention...