Chapter 2

During the next few weeks, I wandered around Boston in a haze of sadness and loss. Everything I saw reminded me that I'd once viewed it with Cindy. And every young woman I passed made me think of her, too. When I walked by couples, I felt especially alone. It didn't even help that I'd known we had to part; I still felt so abandoned.

Then, one night when I was walking home along Boyleston Street, I ran into Sharon. While she was in college as I was, she worked part time as a waitress, and I could see her black uniform under her half-open coat. Her blonde hair was blowing in the autumn breeze, and her pretty face lit up when she saw me.

"Jack!" Sharon exclaimed. "What do you hear from Cindy?"

The minute she said it, she knew her mistake. "Oh, I'm sorry," she continued, seeing my downcast expression and taking my hand. "Well, I miss her, too."

Since we both loved Cindy and had both, male and female, even had sex with her, it was only natural that we'd console each other. After all, uur mutual friend had said to have other lovers, just as she herself would be doing. And the fact that Sharon and I had already made it, albeit as part of a threesome, made the rest easy.

"Want to go to your place?" she asked. "We can remember Cindy, and at the same time we can forget."

"Sure," I nodded, feeling a little better. "Yes!"

We took the subway, riding in a crowded car. Sharon faced me, her blue eyes looking frankly upward and her small body pressing mine. She let her contrastingly large breasts contact me and my eyes see down her cleavage in her black waitress uniform. If the ride had lasted longer, we might have come! She was so much like Cindy in her build and her attitude that I was deeply aroused.

Feeling much better, we emerged into the fresh air again and raced to my room. When we got there, Sharon wiggled out of her dress without any preliminaries. Her uniform had been a bit kinky, but it was no loss, as I soon found out. As I hadn't known when I met her in her nightie before, she was a lingerie buff!

Instead of pantyhose, she was wearing a black garter belt and stockings. While she had panties on, they were tiny, barely concealing her yellow-furred sex and exposing her whole smooth, round rear. And above, she wore a bra that uplifted her big breasts and pressed them together, while covering only their lower parts.

"Mercy!" I exclaimed, reaching down and holding her awesome globes, watching even her hard red nipples pop free. "You really know how to turn a man on."

"Thank you," Sharon purred. "I'm old-fashioned when it come to underwear; I think it's romantic. But I don't wear it just for men. It makes me feel sexy, too!"

I got out of my clothes, my manhood springing up, hard and throbbing. But my partner, seeing how much I liked her lingerie, left it on. Then she did something that almost made me forget about Cindy for good.

Dropping to her hands and knees on the carpet, she began crawling toward my bed. In that position, her scarcely covered rear and quim moved invitingly, her back arched sexily, and her big breasts hung and swung free of her bra. Better than if she'd been totally naked, her black stockings and heels, tiny panties, garter belt, and bra strap highlighted her rear view in a way I could hardly believe.

"Follow me, Jack," Sharon laughed, her blonde hair falling over one eye as she looked wantonly over her shoulder. "Follow me!"

I wasn't slow to do just that. With my eyes especially on the patches of smooth white thigh above her nylons, I let her lead me wherever she would. She even licked her lips and made kisses in the air as she worked her mock seduction. Damn, it was great to be with a woman who would play like that! And her sex, which was now wetting through her panties, led my pulsing member on even more.

Then she reached the bed and practically oozed up onto it. Still on her hands and knees, she was at just the right height for me to enter her standing from behind.

"Pull down my panties, Jack," she said, reaching back and slapping one of her cheeks, which drove me wild. "Pull down my panties and give it to me!"

Then she added something that really blew my mind. "And when you do, feel free to explore!"

Maybe she was trying to outdo Cindy, I didn't know. In any event, she was also an incredibly liberated young woman, and I was becoming a liberated young man as well. During the past few months, I'd been getting a far better education than I had in college!

So I did pull her panties down, and I did give it to her. I ran the tip of my rod down her cleft and toward her slit, almost losing control and coming when I touched her. But before I reached her hot, wet labia, I stopped where she wanted me to.

"Just a little way in, Jack," she directed. "Just a little playing."

I respected her wishes. Still, it was a remarkable experience. One of the women I'd been with had been a virgin, but this was tighter still. My tip was held as if in a vise, and it was all I could do to keep from coming now. And Sharon's own reaction was a sight to behold.

"Ungh. Ungh!" the small blonde grunted, her pretty face contorted, her rear wiggling on me. "Oh, that's amazing. Ahhh!"

She went right on to come, before I'd even been in her snatch. Her silky back arched, her hanging breasts quivered, and great waves of ecstasy went visibly through her.

"Aaagh!" she went, her head falling. "Oh. Ahhh!"

But, not giving her a chance to regroup, I pulled my rod out and repositioned it at her more normal opening. Still standing behind her where she crouched on the bed in her sexy black underwear, I drove into her hot, dripping wet quim to the hilt.

"Oh, Jack!" she exclaimed. "That, and now this. But yes. Yes!"

Her sensations must have been as mixed and delicious as mine were. There was no way I couldn't have gone on to ball her right, because I'd been about to explode for minutes. Even so, I was able to hold off to prolong our pleasure. That was the marvelous balance you had to maintain in sex at times!

So I plowed into Sharon, holding onto her exciting, hourglass waist, feeling both the fabric of her garter belt and her smooth white skin. The backs of her stocking-clad thighs met mine as we boffed like crazy. I moved my hands forward to her hugely hanging breasts, using them and her nipples for wonderful handles.

"Oh. Oh, yeah!" I gasped as I banged her, remembering and yet forgetting about Cindy at the same time. "Oh, I'm not lonely anymore!"

"Me either," she panted, her head and blonde hair hanging down. "Do me, Jack. Drive all that sadness away!"

I did, until she came once more, wriggling and shuddering. Her inner muscles gripped my rod so thrillingly that I couldn't wait any longer. In fact, they seemed to draw my orgasm out of me! With a crash, a dam burst at the base of my rod and a flood of hot stuff rushed forth. It filled Sharon up as I kept lunging wildly at her. She looked back over her shoulder as if to welcome what I had to give her.

"Ah. Ahhh!" I moaned as I let her have it. Then I slid my member out and spread the rest over her cleft.

At last we were done. She flopped over on her back on the bed while I lay back beside her. Our hands sought each other's loins, reveling in the intimate wetness they found there. Her breasts stood up large and round, again in wonderful contrast to the rest of her small, slender body.

"That did the trick," she sighed dreamily. "If we're going to forget our mutual friend, there are worse ways than pure, all-out balling."

"You're a wise young woman," I replied with a smile. "And one I want to get to know a lot better!"

"You already have," she concluded. "What would you say if I told you, you were the first one to do my rear?"

"Really?" I laughed. "Well, then you were innocent after all, and I did sort of take your virginity!"

During the rest of that autumn, Sharon and I did keep "consoling" each other. I got back to my studies, which I'd neglected after Cindy left, and I met my little blonde lover every night after she got off from her waitressing. like the old joke, I then got her, and myself, off again!

And where Cindy and I had known each other instantly because we were so perfectly mated, it was repetitive sex that accomplished it for Sharon and me. We did it standing and sitting and lying down, right side up and upside down and sideways. She didn't even seem to need any lesbian loving, maybe because I liked to give her head. We did it so often, and often so loudly, that one of my Boston neighbors complained.

One chilly night, for example, Sharon got to my place before I did. I found her with the heat turned up and wearing only a white bra and panties, moving sexily about as she made a pot of tea. She poured each of us a cup and set them on the table, after which she came into my arms. Pressing her smooth, warm body against me, she stretched upward, offering her pretty lips. We kissed, our tongues playing together and our genitals rubbing below. This was going to be another great time!

I moved her slightly away and reached for her bra clasp in front. Dramatically, as I always liked to, I revealed her big round breasts, her red nipples already hard with anticipation. They added more warmth to the room as I bent down, buried my face between them, and inhaled her exotic perfume.

"I've got a surprise for you tonight," my new lover said. She had me sit down in a chair and sip my tea. "Just you watch."

Then she put a rock album on the stereo and began to dance for me. Liberated though she was, she knew that women still attracted and men still fantasized. And what a dance it was!

First she did topless, keeping her white panties on and thereby attracting more attention to her mammoth breasts. Smiling enticingly, she lifted her knockers in her hands and licked all over them. Then she let them swing freely in rhythm with the hard rock beat. Then she put her hands on her thighs and leaned forward, letting them hang to their full, awesome size.

Next, she turned her back and gave me the benefit of her marvelous mams from that direction. She bent over and touched her toes, which made her breasts, viewed between her stretched legs, hang almost up to her chin! And, in an especially great move, she stood up again, put them under her arms, and let them stick out backward, their smooth white skin burstingly full, her nipples very hard and her areolae puckered.

"That was topless," Sharon laughed, as the first number ended and she turned to face me again. "Do you need some more tea?"

"I don't need tea to warm me up," I chuckled. "In fact, while I was watching that I spilled what I had!"

"Okay," she smiled. "Now bottomless!" Then she shucked off her panties and went on with the show.

She repeated some of the same moves, but this time to call attention to her smooth round rear and her luscious, blonde-furred sex. With her back to me once more, she bent over and wiggled her butt in time with the music, spreading her cheeks with her hands so that I could see her whole wet pink cunt. Facing me, she ran her hands raunchily up and down her hardened belly while she bumped her quim at me.

But her best move of all was a limbo-like one, in which she leaned back as far as she could while advancing toward me. That way, her thighs were completely tight, her slit was wide open, and her big round breasts bounced up toward her chin again. What's more, she made a sexy hissing sound as she moved. And that was the move that finally made me lose control.

"Oh, damn," I groaned, getting to my feet and freeing my achingly hard tool. "That's enough.

There's only so much a man can stand!"

"Well, you won't have to stand it any longer, man," Sharon purred from her crouch. "Because the show's over, and the little blonde dancer with the big boobs is yours!"

Then she launched herself upward and landed in my arms, with her feet off the floor and her slender limbs wrapped around me.

I'd heard of a woman being a clinging vine, but this gave a whole new meaning to the expression. She was so small, too, that I was able to get my hands under her rear and practically manipulate her on my rod, which I did right away. I lowered her hot, tight hole onto me, as both of us gasped with shock and delight. Entry was the greatest moment in life short of actual orgasm, and always new no matter how many times you'd balled.

Still standing, I banged her in rhythm with the pulsating music. Or rather, she banged me while I helped her. She lunged up and down, humping for dear life, using her whole deep channel on my upright member. Her big breasts between us held her a bit away from me, so that we looked candidly into each other's eyes, delighted by what we were sharing. Our minds seemed to meet then, too, almost as much as mine and Cindy's had. There was nothing like sex to lead to other kinds of intimacy.

And the hard rock beat did the rest to drive us wild. Sharon was on the pill, but we had our own kind of rhythm method!

"Oh, Jack!" she squealed as she humped faster and faster. "Oh, Jack, Jack, Jack!" It was almost like the chorus of a song.

"Oh, yeah!" I responded, feeling her sleeve getting hotter and hotter. "Ride me, babe. Go for it. Yeah!"

Then she came, putting out a torrent of slick juice around me. And if I'd thought she was clinging to me before, I hadn't known how strong she was. Now her slim legs hugged my middle as if to knock the wind out of me, her fingers dug into my back, and she actually stretched up and bit my ear. Damn, it could be dangerous to bang such an enthusiastic little lover!

"Oooh!" she shrieked as she gave herself up to her orgasm. Her blue eyes were glazed, her skin was flushed, and her blonde hair hung in limp strands. At that moment, there was nothing for her but sex.

"Ohhh!" I echoed, getting caught up in her climax. "Be happy, Sharon. Ohhh!"

Then she relaxed into post-coital peace. When she did so, however, I got one more surprise. Releasing her arms but not her legs from me, she lay back until her stretched-out hands touched the floor. Her huge breasts hung toward her chin again, her belly was taut, and I was still buried deeply in her. What do you do with such a sexual acrobat? I wondered.

You shoot into her, that's what! And the next instant, I did. Squeezing her firm rear where I was holding her in position, I let my orgasm overtake me at last. It was a long, strong, very physical one, making every muscle in my body tighten and my tool throb hugely as it pumped out loads. Cindy was gone, but there was nothing wrong with her friend!

"Argh. Aaargh!" I grunted, gritting my teeth, throwing back my head and going through changes. As I shot into Sharon, it was as though I were trying to fill her with what she needed, too.

She relaxed her legs, slid off my body and my rod, and wound up in a heap on the floor. Still, I kept shooting, giving the room at large a few of my hot white jets. At last I collapsed down beside her.

"My, you had a lot of stuff in you!" the bosomy little blonde exclaimed.

"You inspire me to make it," I laughed, giving her a kiss. "With someone like you around, not to mention your free attitude, a guy's cock is always hard and his balls work overtime!"

"I seem to have that effect on men," she replied slyly.

So Sharon and I continued our hot affair. The Christmas holidays arrived, and I took her home with me to spend a few days. My folks thought we might be serious about each other, but we were mainly serious about sex. And what was wrong with that? In fact, my lover came along because our bodies couldn't live without each other.

We had fun sledding, building a snowman, and taking long walks in the bracing air. But our most memorable time was on Christmas Eve. My folks had gone up to bed, and Sharon and I had drunk quite a bit of eggnog after dinner. She was arranging some presents under the tree, bending over with her short skirt riding up, when I noticed that she wasn't wearing panties! She must have been that way the whole evening, and I hoped no one else had noticed. If I had, it would have driven me crazy.

But now I could see her firm round rear, her tightened thighs, and her blonde-furred pussy peeping out shamelessly. Before I had a chance to think twice, I freed my member, walked up, and slipped it right into her.

"Oh, Jack!" she gasped. "You're terrible!"

"You must mean how bold I am," I laughed as I began to thrust. "Because I know how you love my cock!"

Then she grabbed onto the Christmas tree and abandoned herself to the not unwelcome encounter. The way she and I were together, sex was often as quickly entered into as shaking hands. As we moved faster, the lights and the ornaments shook and several of them fell off and broke. I reached under the sweater she was wearing and unhooked her bra, letting her heavy breasts hang and swing freely. I held her trim waist and plowed her well, feeling my tip far inside her and her labia caressing my balls.

"Oh, damn, Jack," she sighed, tossing her blonde hair. "It seems like this is all we ever do. But don't stop. Don't stop!"

"I won't," I replied, feeling just marvelous. "When we're old, we'll have plenty of time to sit by the fireside. But for now, this is the absolute best way to spend Christmas Eve!"

Before we came, though, Sharon did one more amazing thing. She took her hands off the tree and, bending all the way down as she had when she'd danced for me, she touched them to her toes. Again her big breasts hung toward her chin, but that wasn't all of it. Her position opened her to me in a way no woman ever had been before, and this time I was inside her! There wasn't an inch of extra flesh to interfere with my deeply-plunging rod.

"Is this in the Kama Sutra?" I asked her, still levering strongly.

"I'm not sure," she panted, smiling up at me over her shoulder. "But seeing as how this is Christmas Eve, maybe it's in the Kama Santa!"

That did it. When I laughed, I triggered my orgasm. Holiday bells went off in my head as a magnificent pressure built then broke at the base of my spine, sending tingles of joy throughout my straining body. I pumped jet after jet of something that looked like eggnog into Sharon's hot, wet "cup" until it was running over. Some of it dripped onto the presents under the tree, which made for a wildly inappropriate sight.

"Ungh. Ungh. Ahhh!" I shouted, so loudly that I knew my folks upstairs could hear it. I hoped they'd think it was Santa coming down the chimney, not me coming in the living room.

"Eee. Eee!" my blonde lover squealed, hitting her own climax. As her snatch spasmed around my pulsating tool, I hoped she'd be mistaken for one of Santa's little elves!

At last I pulled out, and we sat down on the floor. Reaching for some tissues, we wiped the presents clean.

"All we need is people finding stains tomorrow morning," I observed. "Since I did it without taking off my clothes, I already have stuff all over my pants."

"Oh, Jack," Sharon scolded. "But all that stuff is clean, isn't it, because it comes from love? And it's in keeping with the holidays, because what are they about if not love, even sexual love?"

Then we relaxed in front of the hearth, enjoying a more quiet variety of Christmas cheer. As we basked in the glow of the fire and the warm afterglow of our encounter, I couldn't help thinking of a past Christmas Eve, just after an old girlfriend had dumped me for another guy. Then, even the snow on the ground outside had looked like ashes to me, but now the flames of desire were bright. What went around came around, I knew.

"Merry Christmas," I wished the snuggly little person beside me. "Merry Christmas!"

Back in Boston, our affair lasted through the winter. But when spring arrived, when the sun-bathers and the joggers began to appear again along the Charles River, our thoughts opened to other partners. Still being nineteen, we were both too young for commitment. And the thought of dark-haired Cindy, who had gotten us together in the first place and whose free, promiscuous spirit still inspired us, did the rest to make Sharon and me part as friends.

I thought of going after Cindy then, of making the drive West to find her when the college term ended. But I had two more years of school to go. Besides, I sensed that fate, not an active search, was to bring us together again.

So I said good-bye to her blonde nympho counterpart one beautiful June day, as we headed home separately for the summer. Wearing shorts and a T-shirt, she stretched up to kiss me, holding her huge breasts against me one last time.

"We really did console each other, didn't we?" I said with a smile.

"Yes, we did," she laughed, pressing her mound against me, too, even though people were watching. "But even more, we had fun!"