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I thrust harder, the tight slickness gripping and squeezing me. I could see her green eyes and soft blonde hair as I plunged back and forth, the squishing around my cock filling my ears. With a final lunge, my loins pulsed, waves of relief washing through me, and thick jets of sticky whiteness shot into the handkerchief in my other hand. As I drained my lust and the pleasure passed, the image of Evelyn faded away in the same way the oil disappeared from my hand into the outside of the folded handkerchief.*I had met her two months before, and every night after that I imagined draining the fruit of my nuts into whichever part of her most intrigued my lust-heated fancy. Oh, elegant she was, svelte and witty, shining eyes and pert mouth above a lithe neck, a wiry torso with high firm breasts, and well-turned legs. She looked you in the eye with all the attention a person could possess and left you unable to speak. It was hard to remember everything we had said once I was able to utter coherent sound again. Somehow I kept up with her conversation and saw interest in her eyes, and the times we ran into after that she smiled happily and gripped my arm as we talked.Exhausted, drained, softening, I went to shower. Cleaned, I walked around the old house checking the windows. Five of us shared it, a decrepit relic of a once-glorious past, paying little rent because it lay far beyond the edge of town and had no near neighbors in any direction; the owner kept it as a tax write-off and a middling source of income rather than paying a watchman.Satisfied we were safe, I went into the dining room. Jasmine smiled over her wine, her blue eyes shining under her chestnut hair, and pointed to the chair across from her. Dave, black and tall and smart as a paper cut, grinned at Jasmine.?Have a glass. Toast us, oh lucky man.??What shit did you pull this time???Listen to him, Dave. I ask you. Did we deserve that? No we did not. Are we not good friends? Are we not the smoothest operators in the entire state? Yes we are.?Dave replied, ?Some punks just ain?t got no kulcha. No breeding at all. You?d think he was born in a trailer park, not some lousy suburb.?Jasmine grinned, ?He was born in a trailer park on the edge of a suburb, that?s where he?s from. Probably played in the landfill and got his manners from wrestling with a junkyard pit bull.?Dave shot back, ?Nah, pit bulls are fine animals, loyal and sweet. At least compared to this guy. Whadda graceless lout.??Put up or shut up, guys,? I said after we finished laughing.Jasmine rubbed her fingernails on her blouse, blowing on them and polishing them, while Dave just sat there humming something by Sibelius. Might have been from the last movement of the 3rd Symphony, or perhaps it was from the 5th?with his tone-deafness it was always hard to place?but it was always Sibelius and never more irritating than right then.I sat there and yawned, and as the silence lengthened I began elaborately popping my knuckles. Jasmine cringed through the first three, then shouted, ?God, stop it! All right, all right. We set you up for the dance. Someone you?ll really like.? She grinned knowingly. ?You?ll be eternally in my debt. I accept all major credit cards.?I chuckled, ?That?s what all the boys say, yes,? and ducked when she reached over to swat me hard. She missed, stood, and swatted my head and shoulders as I laughed loudly from under the arms in front of my face. After a minute she collapsed in laughter too and said, ?Asshole. Did I deserve that? No I did not. All the boys know I only accept payment in expensive dinners and good movies.?Dave shook his head and said, ?Why do I live with such a bunch of childish, immature, silly?immature children??I said, ?Because we?re just your speed,? while Jasmine chuckled, ?Because you?re hoping that if you cramp my style enough with the big boys, the only man left to suck off?ll be you.??Any time, any place, babe.??Never, your dreams,? she laughed back.The dance was an annual tradition for us grad students in which roommates or housemates set Anadolu Yakası Escort each other up on blind dates with clever passwords. If they liked you, you?d get a pleasant surprise; if they were down on you, you?d often end up meeting the person of the appropriate sex who most got on your nerves or who argued with you the loudest in class, which grad students of course gladly do for practice if not on principle.Jasmine grinned slyly and said a little too low for me to catch it perfectly, ?She?s in history, and she?s a star of the department. I know you like her. That?s all I?ll say.?I grinned happily, for Evelyn was a high flyer in history and Jasmine had once caught me watching Evelyn as she walked by on campus, and despite the massive orgasm I had just sprayed into oblivion, my cock immediately stiffened at the thought. Jasmine by this time had sat down again facing me and said, ?Well, look at you! I haven?t seen you smiling like that since that time I caught you whacking it.?Dave chuckled, ?She?ll never let you live that down, you know.?I blushed, remembering the time I had found a small stash of old Playboys in the woods a quarter-mile behind our house, probably dumped there by the latest generation of sticky-handed boys after their pleasure, image in one hand, throbbing reality in the other. Having been high and dry for a year, I took the treasure trove for myself and fondly remembered a couple of the centerfolds from my own high school days.About that time Jasmine was irked at me for finding her in the bathroom a week before doing what we all did in private, yelled bloody murder about not knocking, which I had done, and barging in, which I had also done, and discovering her right as she climaxed. ?Listen, you,? I said, ?if you don?t want to get caught, don?t rub off in a common bathroom with the door unlocked and your headphones turned up to 11.?She had then paid to have the lock fixed and plotted revenge. I had come home from school one day and rushed to my bedroom, where I was soon staring fixedly at a centerfold as my right hand stroked me to what promised to be a swift, fully draining finish. As the first stream shot out of me, the door opened and Jasmine stood there grinning. I finished the job in anger and frustration as she said, ?Even. Quits. Fair is fair. Damn, that?s a lot of cum! I didn?t know I was so damn inspirational! Admit it, you love my tits.? She then glanced at the centerfold and said with a fake ?Oh!? of surprise and raised eyebrows, ?Pretty! Interesting.?I said, ?Just get the fuck out.? I was abrupt but still much politer than she had been the week before. She grinned, winked, blew me a kiss, and sashayed out. After she left I looked down at the beautiful black stewardess smiling for me and every man looking at her picture, folded it up neatly and put it at the bottom of the pile, wiped up, grabbed my pillow, and went on the warpath. The pillow fight turned into a water gun fight as friendly fire swelled the rank of combatants, which soon developed into a massive five-way water balloon fight in the back yard, as it so often did in our household when tests were approaching?another reason we loved the place, for no neighbors would be put out by our childish ways of relieving stress, offended by our raunchy senses of humor, or irritated by the hard bop, radical klezmer, or Balkan brass band music we liked to play in the evenings when classwork left us free to drink.Suddenly I wondered if she weren?t having me on, pretending to gift me with Evelyn while setting me up with someone dreadful?and goodness knows there were enough in my class and department?and decided that if my date were a cruel joke, Jasmine would taste my watery wrath the day after the dance, a bucket of it to start and to hell with water balloons. Realizing my fate was in her hands since she could always change my date for someone not at all nice, I smiled, thanked her, and went to bed.A couple of days later Dave told Henry and Belle, our other housemates, Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan that he had a double date all set up just for them, and they were to decide whose was which; as they were both extremely bi and extremely picky, this seemed the best solution. Henry and I plotted together and decided Jasmine was a good enough sport and fair enough a fighter to deserve a happy date, and finally thought of a suitable match.A week later we all dressed to the nines and went to campus. Jasmine wavered between intrepid and trepidation and alternately threatened us with a month of daily wedgies if he were a dog and promised her undying friendship, or at least a sausage pizza each with two whole extra toppings, if he were dreamy. I just grinned, ?Mushrooms and spinach, Jazz, remember well.? We soon reached the campus green and wished each other luck and loin-draining bliss. Henry and Belle winked at each other and walked east arm in arm as Dave sauntered north.As we were about to separate, Jasmine said mischievously, ?Remember, no matter what happens, you deserve it, punk,? and punched my arm right under my right shoulder. She grinned evilly as I winced and added, ?Hope you don?t need to masturbate after the date. I might have put that out of action for a week.?I grinned evilly in return and she moved a step back and said, ?No point retaliating, guy. I have a vibrator.?We laughed and I told her the code word, ?Mund.??And what?s his word???Pficker.?She giggled and blushed, then replied, ?Leastwise my word?s not ?Arsch.' I?d hate to give out false advertising. Yours is ?Arbeit.???And hers???You?ll recognize it.?I glowered at her blithe smile and she held out her hand. I shook it and she glowered, ?No, punk, you?re supposed to kiss it.??Since when were you ever a lady? The closest you ever get is ?laid.??She laughed loudly, ?Ah, the jealousy of the ill-bred punk.??I refuse to stand here for such abuse.??Of course not. Too manly for you. Your style is lying down for self-abuse.?We laughed and waved our good-byes. She went west, I went south, and after passing many people waiting attentively for dates, I came to the little bridge over the creek through campus where three women waited, none of them Evelyn. Ah well, perhaps she hadn?t come yet. I stood there as the three looked at me.The nearest was a tall brunette, thin and wiry with a bookish demeanor, red dress and cute hat; the one in the middle was a bit shorter than me and a bit plump, a porkpie hat of all things atop a feathery coif, her blue cotton dress bright against almost jet-black skin, plunging cleavage topped by a gold rose on a chain; the far one was a tall firm-busted blonde with a passing resemblance to Evelyn, green dress under a white sweater, slightly bustier than Evelyn and leggier, her jewelry running to silver and tournaline. Clearly Jasmine had mistaken Evelyn for someone else and set me up wrong. Still, she was a very attractive woman and might well be enjoyable company for the evening. Graciousness above all, my mother had drilled into my head when I started dating, so I walked toward the bridge and said loudly, ?Arbeit.?The woman in the middle smiled sadly and replied, ?Arveth.? She walked past the brunette and faced me, coming up a little above my ears. ?Hi, I?m Julie.?Surprised but not taken aback, I told her my name and held out a small flower. She puffed out her chest so I could pin it to her; my hands trembled slightly as her dress was very thin and her breasts very full. Without stabbing her with the pin or groping where I shouldn?t, I soon had it firmly in place and she took my arm.As we strolled, she asked, ?So you?re in Germanic studies.??And you?re in history. What do you specialize in??She smiled coyly, ?Guess.?Remembering her code word, I thought for a second and said, ?Medieval England??She grinned, ?Well done! Medieval history, but focusing on England.?We were soon talking about medieval German law codes, both of us pleasantly surprised, and I started thinking the Escort Anadolu Yakası evening could turn out to be great fun; it seemed likely neither of us would be romantically minded, but the company was superb.We walked along in a stream of couples all chattering quietly like flocking birds, and too soon we reached the hall. When we entered I steered us toward the bar, where we each handed over our ticket for a complementary beer and stood chatting as friends passed by, in most cases oblivious to us, a few pairs showing signs of mutual disgust. I saw Dave come in beaming with an equally pleased Asian woman, and as Julie made a point by reciting part of Piers Plowman from memory I glanced over to see Jasmine waving; when she had our attention, she grinned happily and blew us a kiss before returning all her attention to the tall runner beside her.After we finished our beers, Julie accompanied me to the dance floor and danced a chaste dance with me. We danced three more and went for another beer. We were chatting when my world came crashing down. Evelyn had entered, grass on her dress and a little mud on her knees, makeup awry, nipples erect, leaning happily against a suave man whose suit, despite the grass stains at the knees, would fetch upwards of my monthly stipend. She looked at him with eyes for nothing else in the world, and he drew his attention away from her long enough to steer them to the bar.I stood there despondent, my chest tight and my belly burning in a feeling of loss I had no right to feel, and finally I looked over to Julie, who was clearly downcast at my sudden interest in another woman. ?I?ll buy the next round,? she said sadly. ?Same brand???Sure,? I said, and followed her feeling all the sorrows of the world in my heart. Before Julie turned back to me I mentally grabbed myself by the shoulders and shook sense into myself, burying the feeling of loss and simple stupidity and gullibility that burned in me, the usual nonsense felt by sad sacks who refused to face the fact squarely that interest in another never guarantees it will be returned. When she rejoined me, I was outwardly calm and strove to salvage some charm from the dejection. In time, I knew, this too would pass, so I focused on Julie so that only one of us would have a ruined evening.We chatted, danced, drank another beer, and then danced and chatted for another hour. She finally said, ?I?m a bit tired. Would you like to have lunch this weekend???I?d love it. May I walk you home??She smiled, ?Of course! It?s a beautiful evening for a chat.?We walked along slowly, arguing about whether William Byrd or Henry Purcell was the greater composer, and as I said that no, I hadn?t heard that motet, I saw Evelyn and her beau rush past us into a dark doorway. I breathed in deeply with a catch in my throat and felt Julie drag me by the arm, ?Come on, this way.?Again embarrassed at paying obvious attention to another woman, and one clearly about to have yet more sex, probably very satisfying sex for both of them?get a grip, I thought, don?t torture yourself or your date, think of anything else?I said, ?Of course.?As we walked into a belt of trees near the creek, Julie put my arm through hers and walked close so that her hip rubbed against mine and my elbow pressed deep into her breast. We walked silently, deep in our own thoughts, until she looked around and smiled. ?Let?s wait a minute.? There were no lights or people around. ?You?re really cute.??So are you,? I said.?Jasmine says you like black girls.?I coughed and said, ?Some, I suppose.??Some?? she smiled.?Lots.?She looked up at me, her eyes shining in the dark, seemingly from tears, and whispered, ?She also said you?re very nice. Decent, warm, as well as smart.?I looked down at her, suddenly sick of the thought of being ruled by that damn Evelyn, and when I moved toward Julie, she fell into my arms and pressed her soft lips full against mine. Her body was soft and yielding, her mouth passionate and welcoming, and when I tried to pull my hips away to keep from pressing my erection against her, she pushed forward with hers until I was hard against her; I felt her lips smile and her throat chuckle. She pulled my hands from her waist to her breasts and reached down to hold my waist as she rubbed her belly against me. She chuckled, ?You do like black girls,? and returned to sucking on my tongue.