Chapter 3
The fat man was the publicity director of the college. He worked in the public relations office, writing press releases about interesting students. So, naturally, Jenny told him about Lance, the chemistry whiz who had just entered the college.
"Have you fucked him already?" the fat man asked when Jenny finished her description of the blonde kid.
"Yes," Jenny said softly, without any shame at all. She had been around the fat man long enough to know that he was not the kind of guy who made moral judgments.
"And he was a virgin until I got close to him."
"A virgin male," the fat man said. "There is nothing sillier in this world than a virgin male. I was silly when I was a virgin."
"Come on," Jenny said playfully. "You were never a virgin."
"Yes, I was," the fat man said. "In fact, I remember when the first guy in my group in high school got laid. His name was Bob and he came back and told us all about it. Every little detail. Every move. I stood there listening and wishing that I could take notes. And, when Bob finished with his description of that first taste of paradise, he actually asked if there were any questions. I didn't hold up my hand, but I asked a question. I asked, 'Did you take your clothes off too?' And Bob looked at me with disgust in his eyes and said, 'Hell, no. What do you think I am-some kind of god-damned queer?' I was embarrassed and, for the next year, I thought that, if you took off your clothes too, you were a latent homosexual. Lucky for me, I found out different."
Jenny laughed at the fat man's story. He may have made that anecdote up, she thought, but it sounded very true.
Then the fat man gave the student photographer an assignment.
"There's a voice student named Seth who is going to a national competition next month. He's a baritone, I think. We need a picture of him practicing. They say you can find him almost any time during the night at the music building, singing his little heart out. Get a good picture and I'll do the interview with our little canary in a couple of days."
"Sure thing," Jenny said.
The redhead stood up to leave the fat man's office, but she turned and smiled at him and asked, "Is he sexy?"
"Who?"
"The singer."
"Don't know. Never seen him. And I'm not judge of this shit in men anyway. He's a baritone. That's all I can tell you."
Jenny smiled. "A baritone," she said. "Yes, I bet he is sexy. Baritones are usually sexy, you know."
That night, Jenny walked into the music building and followed the sound of the baritone voice. It was a beautiful voice, strong and yet mellow, manly and yet spiritual, and it echoed through the building like a clear ring of a bell on a spring afternoon. And the voice was alone in its music. There was no piano. Yet each tone was right on the mark. Jenny could tell even as she walked through the music building that this singer had perfect pitch.
The redhead was led by the sound to a room at the end of a hallway. She opened the door and peeked inside. The young man who stood there had curly, dark hair and a handsome face. He was concentrating on the sheet of music that was on the stand in front of him.
And he was not wearing a shirt. His chest was covered with dark hair and he was pressing his fingers against his stomach, controlling his breathing as he moved through measure after measure of complicated, baroque music. He had a nice, muscular frame, and the hair on his chest edged itself into a little line that ran down his washboard stomach.
Jenny moved into the room and stood there, looking at the young man. He was definitely a yummy, she thought. In fact, as she looked at him and listened to the clear tones of his baritone voice, she could already feel her pussy growing wet inside her panties.
The young man came to the end of a section of the baroque music and then looked up. He let out a little gasp and reached for his shirt, which was hanging on the back of a chair.
But the redhead just grinned and said, "I assume you're Seth."
The young man stood there and held his shirt in his hand. He smiled at the redhead.
"Yes," he said, "I am Seth."
"I'm Jenny. The photographer," the sexy girl said, and she held up her camera as proof of her identity. "They sent me over to take pictures of you for public relations."
"Then I better put my shirt on," Seth said softly.
"For some of the pictures, yes," the photographer said. "But, for others-well, you do look sexy standing there like that. A musical hunk."
Seth grinned and put his shirt back on the chair.
"It was rather warm in here," he said. "And I like to concentrate on my breathing when I practice. This piece here has some very long phrases. You need good breath support to sing this intricate music."
Jenny was thinking that a guy needed good breath support to fuck really well too, but she did not say anything like that to the young man.
"You have a nice chest," she said.
Seth looked down at his chest and grinned. "Hairy," he said. "I started growing hair on my chest when I was just thirteen or so. I was a little ashamed of it then. It made me different. But my father talked to me. He is very hairy too, and he said that I shouldn't worry. He said one day the girls would love my chest. He was speaking from experience, of course. He was a voice major in college. He teaches music at a high school, and he says I sing better than he ever did. My father is very proud of me."
"Of course," Jenny said.
The redhead picked up her camera and held it up to her eye. She focused on Seth and smiled.
"Go back to singing," she said. "I will move around and take some pictures."
"Okay," the baritone said. "I need to practice this piece anyway. It's not quite right yet. Can't figure out why. The notes are right, but the feeling isn't there yet."
Jenny smiled and thought about the kind of right feelings she wanted to give this stud.
Seth put his fingers on his stomach again and looked down at the music and started to sing. The voice came out of his mouth clearly, like some kind of unashamed sound from nature.
Circle and shoot. Circle and shoot.
That was one of the main rules of good photography. And Jenny did not mind at all circling and shooting a sexy, young stud like this one.
And now she did notice Seth's fine breath control, the way that his body was both relaxed and tense, the way he leaned forward and pressed the air out of his insides and let that air come out as almost magical, musical tones.
And he was concentrating so much on the music that he did not seem to take notice of Jenny until she moved between him and the music stand and got down on her knees there.
The redhead was wearing a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and she turned her camera up toward the young man and clicked off a couple of frames.
Then she moved her camera away from her face and smiled up at the young man. Seth was looking down at her and smiling, and he smiled even more when the redhead raised her fingers up to the crotch of his pants and touched him there.
Seth had quite a basket, Jenny found, but, after all, he was a baritone.
"Do you want to take pictures of that too?" Seth asked.
"No," Jenny said with a grin.
She slipped her fingers off his sexy crotch and lifted her arm up and ran those fingers over the hair on his stomach and chest. That hair was soft and thrilling as she touched it.
"Your father was right," she said softly. "All that hair makes a nice difference."
She moved her fingers down to his loins again and grinned and added, "But this makes the best difference, Seth. Even without hair, you would be sexy."
And then, still grinning, the redhead slowly unzipped the young stud's pants and reached inside and touched the meat that was held captive there. She freed the cock by slipping it out of his pants. Then she stroked on on the fine, long shaft with her fingers.
"I've never been able to sing," she admitted, "but I can suck."
"I bet you can."
Jenny moved her face closer to the cock and opened her lips and took the rod into her mouth. She pressed her lips tightly around the prick and started to suck on it. Then a groan came out of Seth's throat, and-like the musical tones he had sung-the groan was also baritone.
Jenny worked her mouth back and forth on the prick as Seth opened his pants and pushed them down his legs. She ran her fingers over the base of his cock and felt the strength there as she worked her face close to his body and then pulled away from again in wet, sloppy jerks.
Her movements were quick on the cock. She would work her lips back and forth on his rod and then she would pull her mouth off the thing and quickly lick the head of the organ. She would turn her head slightly and run her quick, lively tongue up and down the side of the shaft.
She would kiss the prick on the side too, thrilling it and hardening it with her soft lips. Then she would go back to sucking as she slipped her fingers over the meat that was now wet from her own saliva.
Finally, the redhead took her mouth off the quickening, sexy prick and smiled up at Seth.
"Let's get naked and do this right," she suggested.
"Sure," he agreed. "I always try to do everything right."
But, with his stiff prick jutting out of his pants, Seth moved toward the door first. He locked the door to the practice room and then he turned and slipped out of his shoes and pushed his pants down. He stepped out of those pants with grace, Jenny thought, almost as he were a dander, not a singer.
Jenny stood up and put her camera on the chair with his shirt. Then she pulled her T-shirt off over her head, exposing her big tits to the young man. She slipped out of her shoes too and opened her jeans and pushed them down. She was not wearing panties. Seth smiled when he saw her red bush.
When they both naked, Seth and Jenny moved toward one another. The young singer put his arms around the redhead and pulled her close, pressed her big, soft tits against his hairy chest. Jenny squirmed against that hairy chest and sighed. She ran her fingers through the dark hair on his head too and she smiled at the sexy singer.
And then he kissed her passionately. Jenny opened her mouth to his tongue, and found that that tongue-trained to make clear, distinct, musical sounds-was wild and lively in her mouth.
But her tongue was pretty damned wild and lively too, even though she had had no training as a singer.
As they kissed, as their tongues battled each other and moved together from one mouth to the other, Jenny slipped her arms around the young man and pulled herself even closer to his body. She moved her naked form against his and felt the hair on his chest tickling her tits. She raised one leg and ran the soft, sensitive flesh of her inner thigh against his strong, male leg. And she felt his cock growing against her stomach too. She especially liked the feel of that stiffening dork against her freckled skin.
When the kiss was over, Seth gently pushed the redhead away and ran his fingers down over her big tits and her stomach too. He slipped those fingers through her cunt hair as she closed her eyes and moaned softly.
Soon his fingers were on the inside of her thighs and Jenny found herself standing with her legs spread wide. She leaned against Seth and kissed his strong shoulder as she felt those fingers on the lips of her pussy.
"I play piano too," the baritone said, explaining why he was so good with his fingers.
But it was not a piano he was playing at that moment. He was finding the right key in her cunt. He was touching the lips of her pussy, feeling the dampncss and softness and willingness down there.
And then he slipped one finger into her snatch as the girl put her hand on the back of his neck and ran her tongue over his throat-where all those beautiful sounds had come from.
And the redhead moaned and felt the sexiness growing down there in her sweet twat. She put her hand on his prick and started to stroke it, feeling the hardness growing on Seth.
Seth worked his finger deep into her and held it inside of her for just one sexy split-second. Then he pulled the finger back until just the tip of his finger was inside her twat. He pressed that tip around the walls of her pussy and he turned the finger so that part of it was touching her clitoris too. Then he ran the finger deep into Jenny again.
"Oh, Seth," Jenny whispered into his car as she leaned against him. "You really know how to treat a pussy. You really know how to get a cunt hot and wet and wild."
And the singer smiled and worked his finger back and forth in her cunt, back and forth against her clit too. Jenny felt a little weak from all the lust that was flowing through her and had to put both arms around Seth's neck in order to hold herself up.
When her pussy was wet and ready for his prick, his cock was hard and ready to fuck her cunt.
As Seth pulled his finger out of her, Jenny moved away from him and slipped down onto the floor. The sexy redhead then spread her legs wide and held out her arms for him.
"Come on down, stud," she said, "and fuck me."
Seth gave her that sweet smile as he moved down onto the floor next to her. He moved his hands over her big tits again and he kissed her softly on the mouth.
"Oh, stud," she moaned, "fuck me and make me hear the music."
Of course, Seth knew what kind of music she was talking about. It was the special music, the humming and the sighing and the sweet tones that came to your head when you were screwing like crazy.
It was the kind of music that Seth wanted to hear too.
The muscles in Seth's body flexed as he moved over the redhead and slipped into position between her sexy, spread legs.
Jenny reached down between her body and Seth's body and grabbed his dork again. She moaned a little as she guided that cock into her snatch. She raised her legs and Seth slipped his arms under those legs, helping her hold them up as the tip of his prick went into her snatch.
Then, when he was firmly implanted in her cunt, Jenny took her fingers off his member and ran her hand up her stomach and over one of her big tits again. With her other hand, she touched Seth's face and smiled up at him.
"Ram it into me," she said.
She saw the momentary tension in Seth's body and then he slammed the cock home. She sighed and twisted a little on the floor as she felt that big member inside her.
Then, as Seth started to move his prick back and forth inside her twat, she began to move with him. She rocked on that floor and moaned.
She reached up with both hands and touched his handsome face and pulled that face down to her. She kissed him as she slipped her fingers over his hairy chest too.
That chest, she thought, where all those fine, musical sounds came from, was one of the most masculine things she had ever felt. But, of course, that cock in her pussy was pretty damned masculine too.
The redhead moved her fingers down Seth's chest and touched his stomach. She sighed and he sighed as the girl pressed her fingers against his stomach. She felt the air coming out of him and hitting her face like a sweet breeze.
Seth kissed her face as he fucked her and Jenny closed her eyes and listened for the music. Yes, there it was. It came to her very quickly. The groaning, sighing sound that two people made when they were one. That familiar sound of a cock working its way deep into a pussy-something like a wet slap, something like a sucking, something like nothing else in the world. This was the music that the sexy redhead specialized in.
It was the finest music in the world, she thought, the sweetest music two people could make together. .
Jenny wrapped her legs around Seth's body and fucked with him and listened to that music of the sexual spheres.