Omega Phi Sweetie Pie (AA,AU,Z/L-Z/L/M-M/L,Adult) [COMPLETE]

[Behrystrwbry]

Title: Omega Phi Sweetie Pie
Author: Behrystrwbry@yahoo.com
Summary: Liz is the big woman on campus, it’s her turn to help little boy Max become a Man…
disclaimer: all characters are the creation of JK, and other PTB at the WB Fox and UPN
Rating: Adult
Coupling: L/z eventually M/L

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One

Max
Quadrangle
3:14 p.m.

“So are you going to stare at me the whole hour, or were you actually going to come over and talk?”

I look up and all I see is midriff and low rise jeans

I smell her perfume ‘Lucky You’, Ivory soap,

And that telltale hint of something else,

Something uniquely her. I’d recognize that scent any where now.

It pulls me in and I almost for get to speak.

“Uh….Hi, I’m Max Evans.” I stutter not knowing what else to say.

“I know who you are.” She says simply, before helping herself to the seat next to me.

I’m sure she does know how I am; she probably makes it her business to know every one of the new pledges personally.

I’m pretty sure everyone who crosses Omega is aware of exactly who she is.

I can remember the first time I saw her, in a room with two, maybe three guys. I’m not sure because I could only see through the creak in the door.

I was going through the house on some random assignment one of the big brothers gave me.

Now I’m not usually into voyeurism but, you hear moans and see naked flesh it kind of piques your curiosity.

I check it out, and see this unassuming petite brunette straddling one of the guys riding him to kingdom come, while another beat off in the corner.

It was arousing to say the least and I spent the next five minutes in the bathroom taking care of the woody the sight gave me.

Images of creamy skin and perfect tits flitting through my mind.

Normally I wouldn’t have given it a second thought; I mean frat guys can get into all types crazy shit.

But when I peeped a similar scene two days later with two other guys I knew then what she was.

They call ‘em Omega Sweethearts, associated either though some sorority, or having dated one on the guys in the frat.

Possibly several at the same time

And basically it was her job to fuck them.

Apparently Omega Phi takes very seriously their oath not to “pledge [any] virgins.”

The others had their turn, I knew mine was coming.

And I’m not entirely sure how to feel about that. Who wants to loose it to some random fraternity whore?

“I’m not a bad person you know.” she says after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence pass between us.

I look over and catch her eye, deep brown eyes.

She’s actually really pretty and seeing her in jeans and a fitted V neck Tee, she looks like any of the other girls traipsing this campus.

“My name is Liz, and I actually have a normal life with friends and everything, just like you.” She tells me “I even have boyfriend.”

Somehow that doesn’t surprise me.

“Well Liz,” I begin “how does your boyfriend feel about your…extra curricular activities?”

“He loves it. Most times he watches, says it’s a real turn on.”

“Okay.” Because, what else do you really say to that.

“Okay.” she mimics a wry smile lighting her face “That’s all you have to say?”

“Yeah if you want to have meaningless sex with a bunch of frat guys…”

“I knew you were one of those.”

“One of what?”

“An idealist… a romantic...someone who thinks fucking has this deep soul connecting bond behind it or something. Sometimes sex is just sex, no big deal, no attachments…”

“Whatever you tell yourself to sleep at night, not my business.”

She leans in to my ear and just loud enough for me to hear, whispers “How do you fall a sleep at night. Do you dream of me while taking the little doggie out for a stroll?”

Firstly, I’m not little

And secondly, how could she possibly know that? Before today we’ve never even had a conversation.

. “I saw you Max, and I know you saw me.” Her hand is on my crotch causing rover to stir to life.

Satisfied with herself she leans back against the table. “Let’s go somewhere I want to tell you a couple things.”

Liz grabs my hand and pulls me to my feet before I get the chance to protest.

We’re headed for the lawn behind Eastwick building

Before we get there we run into my cousin Zan. The whole reason I’m joining this stupid fraternity anyway.

At first glance Zan doesn’t look like your typical Frat guy. The tattoos and body jewelry you wouldn’t think Greek life is his style. Which is why I figured I’d give it a try, if he was sold on it, must be good.

I roll my eyes as Liz leans in to take his mouth in a kiss that I’m almost embarrassed to watch.

We’re in a secluded cul-de-sac so no else sees this.

Lucky them.

Zan claps me on the back saying “She’ll take care of you bro.” then Liz and I are headed to the lawn again. We find a shaded spot and make ourselves comfortable.

“Zan,” I begin “He’s your boyfriend?”

“One and only.”

“You learn something new everyday.”

“What’s that supposed to mean.”

“He just doesn’t seem like your type. I mean you’re Miss all American, Student Government, Sorority girl. I’d think you’d want someone more like you.”

But then, I never would have never thought her to be a sweetheart either so I suppose with Liz you can never tell… I don’t say that though.

“He’s not really my type, I guess. He just has a huge dick and I can’t get enough.” I nearly gag “Considering you’ve got some of the same jeans I’m kind of curious if you do as well.” She smiles that smile again.

And nearly shit a brick,

“Don’t have coronary I was kidding. I just love to see you blush. I’ve never seen a guys do that before. It’s cute.” she peals over with laughter at my expense.

I’m embarrassingly pure. Ha, ha we get it.

Eventually she sobers enough to say “I love Zan because he’s different. Different like you’re different. He may pretend to be this playa playa,” She said mocking my cousin’s trademark New York accent “But he has a beautiful soul.”

“Never say playa, playa again. You just don’t pull it off.” I joke.

Then it was her turn to blush.

“Seriously Max I wanted to tell you that they know that…that you’re the big V and well your time is coming soon, either with me or one of the other girls. Zan suggested me because he knows that you and I share similar experiences.”

It feels good to be with her like this.

Just this

No need to throw sex in the mix and screw it up.

“How so?”

“I was a virgin too when I pledged Delta Phi. Your cousin was the one to…scratch my itch. I’m telling you now so that you have time to prepare yourself. I never like to do anything to the guys that they’re uncomfortable with

“And they just pimp you out like that? You, and your other sorority sisters and no one has a problem with that?”

“Firstly not everyone knows I do this. It’s kind of …confidential”

Top secret sex

Should be fun.

Maybe we can play the mission impossible theme while we do it, too.

“Secondly, no one does this against their will. The sisters that perform this service for the guys only do so because they want to. It’s voluntary. We just enjoy sex… a lot, we’re far too much for any one man to handle.”

“Okay.”

“Again with ‘Okay’.” she teases “Look Max, Zan respects you a great deal, I do too, or at least what I know about you. Anyway he asked me to make myself available for any questions you may have. Now you’re a big Boy so I’m assuming you don’t need ‘The Talk’ or whatever… but anything else.”

I look from Liz to my hands,

From my hands, to the grass,

The grass back to Liz, take a deep breath and ask “I guess there’s no avoiding this so…Zan won’t be there will he?”

“He doesn’t have to be. I can ask him to leave if you like. Which ever will make you more comfortable I only ask him to stay when I’m with guys that…make me a little nervous.”

“I don’t mind really…I just don’t think it’d be too cool to have him staring at us, beating off in the corner…” She’s blushing and laughing now

“That’s exactly what he does, doesn’t he… Oh my God what have I gotten myself into they’re going to lock me in some room for an orgy and…”

“Whoa, whoa, no orgy, just me, maybe Zan and they won’t lock you in. Like I said no one forces you do anything. ”

“They just won’t let me cross if I don’t…”

She doesn’t say anything but when she begins to fiddle with the grass I have my answer

“It’s not as bad as it sounds.”

I start fiddling with the grass too.

“Here let me tell you how it happened for me. Maybe that’ll change your perspective.”

She crossed her legs, trying to get herself comfortable before beginning her tale.

“The sisters called us together one night and took us to this party, and they didn’t flat out tell us we had to sleep with the guys. Only, shot off some nonsense about how we all had to be women by the next morning. When I heard that, I was ready to quit. Clearly sorority life was not for me. All…”

…these all the girls were leggy blondes

I’m a short brunette clearly I didn’t fit.

Still I went to the party, stayed a few minutes, and then was ready to book it out of there

There was something about the way the guy with the spiky hair in the corner was looking at me that made me stay.

He kept winking at me with that crooked smirk. The looks he was giving me were like...like he wanted to devour me.

I’m talking literally eat me up with a spoon.

It wasn’t long before we were dancing and every lean inch of his body was hard…

“...Not that all these details aren’t fascinating,” I interrupt “But get to the part where he locked you in a room and raped you.”

By this time we’re both reclining on the grass looking at the blue sky

She sits up on her elbow and says “I was trying to be gentle, but if you want I can give it to you raw...” her statement is drenched with innuendo.

“Give it to me raw.” I say

She rolls her eyes then continues “We went back to his place…”

…Which just so happened to be one of the rooms at the Omega house. I was hella nervous ‘cause everyone had already hooked up for the night and I knew he expected the same thing.

Heck, the sisters expected it. So what was I supposed to do?

I’m freaking out, thinking I’m going to be deflowered by some random gu.y

But Zan was really sweet because he knew I was tense and offered me a drink so I could relax. Of course I refused and told him I wanted to leave.

He rubbed my arms,

I jumped.

He offered me a glass of juice instead and asked me to stay and talk.

He was very polite about it. Not what I expected given the way he was dressed, the tattoos and every thing …

I’m thinking Sex drugs and Rock ‘n’ Roll

Not apple juice and a coaster.

At first the conversation was innocent. I explained how while Biology was my major dance was a secret passion of mine. He told me he knew. I would find out night that Zan knew a lot more about me than I thought.

Zan told me he was studying art, he always liked to take pictures but he came here to learn how to make it art.

He showed me some of his photographs; a few were of me in the strangest places,

In my dorm on the phone,

In the quad with friends.

“You watch me?” I asked

He nodded and I can tell he was a bit embarrassed.

Zan went on to explain that in all of the photos I was smiling a smile that he rarely saw so when he did he had to capture it.

It should have freaked me out that I had a quasi stalker. But it didn’t I felt special.

My happiness was immortalized on film.

As I looked through his portfolio the photographs became, how you say, risqué.

A lot of naked people,

Naked women,

Naked men,

Sometimes naked men and women.

Oddly I wasn’t bothered by it. Turned out the juice had something in it and after my third glass I was more fascinated by his work than anything else.

It wasn’t pornography. Sure parts were exposed, but the way he captured the act made sex look beautiful.

I asked him where had to go to take these pictures. Did he just stand around watching people has sex for the camera?

He said ‘Yeah,’ and I could tell by the look on his face that he was deadly serious.

He explained how watching people fuck was inspiration for him and that there were places in the city, a long way from here, where he could go to get just this type of art. He said sometimes it was better than actually doing it himself.

“So, my cousins a closet Nymho.” I muse “Good to know.”

“Shut up Max, it really is beautiful.” She playfully bats me on my shoulder.

I look at her, waiting for clarification because clearly Sex with an audience was not the norm.

“He took me a couple of times… to the place where he gets his art. It’s a studio downtown where the models have sex and people come to watch, some people draw them, others paint or photograph.”

“So basically a sex show?” I provide

“It’s not some cheap cock and balls porno, anyone can volunteer. It is a very closed setting, and you wouldn’t know about this place unless you went looking for it.

“Have you and he ever…posed?” I ask

She nods this far off look on her face, “It helps me to look at sex as an art form rather than…”

“An art form you share with half the fraternity.”

“I agree with you that when you love someone sex can be beautiful. But sometimes it not love sometimes you connect with someone on this whole other level, a physical level. You could never express it with words. It’s not love it’s something else.” She tells me

I think about it.

Physical connections.

Hmm that’s one way of putting it

“I don’t just sleep with everyone they send my way I get to choose, and a lot the guys that I’ve been with are some of my closest friends now.”

“How do you know the difference?” I ask “Between love and…this other connection”

“You just do. Sometimes it’s that way sometimes it’s just hot monkey lovin’ but a lot of the people I know I wouldn’t have met were I afraid to…try new things.”

“So, some people can’t speak, they have to fuck to get their feelings out.” I add succinctly

“Precisely, now do you want to hear how your cousin popped my cherry or what?”

“Proceed”

“So I was looking over his photos and…”

… I was stuck on one in particular. It was of a man, lounging, and his penis clearly erect.

Now I was I was no Pollyanna I’d had my fair share of gropes in the dark and knew what a hard dick felt like,

But I’d never really seen one on display for all the world to see.

I suppose I was gawking or something because Zan placed the portfolio aside and asked me if I wanted to see one for real

Here a guy is asking me if I want to see his schlong and I just nod like it happens every day.

The things liquor does to you.

But I knew my attraction wasn’t strictly booze induced. I knew I wanted him the moment I saw him at the party.

There was something about him, he stood out to me.

The alcohol simply liberated me enough to act on those intuitions.

I was turned on by the pictures, and then by the way Zan’s smoldering eyes were boring into me.

I felt like he could see me inside and out,

Like he could see under clothes,

Like he could see that all this talk of naked bodies, and hard cocks had caused to cream myself.

Zan wasted little time with preliminaries

He tilted my head and kissed me.

And let me say

God bless that boy and his pierced tongue.

The things he does with that ring just thinking about it makes me shiver.

He took my hand in his he placed it on the buckle of his belt.

I’m so caught up in his kiss I didn’t do anything about it.

He waits a few seconds than unbuckles it himself.

He placed my hand on the waist band of his boxers,

Still caught up in the kiss, and then those washboard abs, still I do nothing

He waits a few more seconds then urges my hand inside his shorts.

Now I won’t bore you with the details but essentially Zan was very patient with me that night.

I mean, I know how horny he must have been, and it took me nearly another hour until we got to the actual deed.

We’d take a few articles of clothing off, then stop and make out until I was comfortable.

He let me try a hand job on him, even though it didn’t really work, I never got him off because well…

Never let it be said that Zan is a minute man, if you catch my drift.

He fingered me until I felt I was ready for him. He went slowly allowing me to take him in inch by excruciating inch, and then waited another few seconds for me adjust.

Zan made sure that I came before he allowed himself to.

Most girls don’t come their first time because it hurts so much, or guys are so quick to finish themselves. It made me feel special to know that I did.

I was with someone that was sympathetic to my inexperience, not something you expect to find in a fraternity boy.

But that was part of Zan’s generous spirit and what made me fall in love with him.

Some may look at it as a bad thing because I lost my innocence due to some silly Sorority game, but it had to happen sometime.

I’m just glad it was with him

Any way after the initial I kept coming back to him after that night he said I was insatiable.

We tried I don’t know how many different positions; you already know we went to that studio a few times.

I just couldn’t get enough which is why I volunteered to do what I do for the guys.

I like sex, I love it.

“…We don’t really talk about our relationship publicly because not many people can wrap their mind around the idea that I’m with someone yet I’m going to fuck them. We want everyone to be as comfortable as possible. So they can come to love sex too.”

She finished her spiel and I can feel her eyes on me searching for my reaction.

I have none, just taking it all in

“Max, it doesn’t have to be this horrible event that scars you for life.”

I shrug and don’t really say anything for a long while ‘til she asks “What?”

“I still think sex should be reserved for those you care about. I mean this connection you talk about love or otherwise it sounds intense. Why would you want to share that with everyone? It almost cheapens it. Each time you’re with someone you give a little piece of yourself away.” I explain

“So did you want to apply for your uterus now or after we fuck.”

She’s joking but this is actually very serious, at least for me.

“I’m kidding I just… don’t know what to tell you. It is what it is. Maybe after this is all over you’ll meet someone you connect with. If not at least you’ll have a good time trying.”

She gets up preparing to go “So tomorrow, don’t worry about anything, I’ll find you.” She leans in and kisses me “Just be ready for me.”

Once she’s gone I feel my lips still warm from her touch “Maybe I already have found someone.” I mumble to myself

[Behrystrwbry]

Two

Max
Omega House
10: 24 p.m.


I thought about my conversation with Liz.

I’ve been thinking about Liz a lot, period.

And I’ve narrowed it down to two things.

Either this fraternity is completely insane, or I am.

Possibly both

So I go to talk to Zan, because well…I go to him for pretty much everything.

Though, that might not be best in this case considering he seems to be part of the madness.

“I talked to Liz today.” I say striding into Zan’s room.

“And” he says looking up from whatever ever task was occupying him at the desk.

“She told me what you asked her to do…the whole ugly truth of it.”

“Okay. What’d you think?”

“Are kidding me? What’d I think…” I sigh frustrated; beyond words “She’s going to fuck me Zan. Your girlfriend is going to fuck me. Don’t you see a problem with that?”

He smirks then goes back to his work “It’s not a big deal cuz.”

“Of course it’s a big deal…I didn’t know you even had a girlfriend let alone that she was sleeping with half the fraternity.”

“Few people do.”

“We used to tell each other everything.” I went to this school because I admire him. He’s so intelligent, worldly, and learned. I look up to him in everything I do. To find out this,

It’s …

It’s damn near erotic

I think I look up to him for an entirely different reason now.

“If I told you Liz was my girlfriend and explained what she does would you have still joined?”

“No.” Don’t choke on that

Okay maybe.

“That’s why I didn’t tell you.”

“What the hell? So you just figured you’d plan a sneak attack.”

“Do you want to fuck her?”

“That’s beside the point.”

“That’s exactly the point. Do you?”

Who could not want to fuck her? I mean not many girls out right say ‘Your cousin popped my cherry, and now I’m going to pop yours…’

That takes guts.

She’s comfortable with herself, and that makes me comfortable.

She’s gorgeous,

And if her joking me all day was any indication she has a sense of humor

Had we met under different circumstances, maybe we could have been more.

Of course I want to be with her I get…excited just thinking about it.

“Yes.” I tell him.

“So what’s the problem?”

I move some stray clothes to sit on the edge of his bed, He’s working diligently, and his back is to me

“Do you love her?” I ask

“To death.” He says, again without looking up.

“Then why put her through this?”

“She wants to do it. In order to have her I have to put up with everything else. It wouldn’t be my first choice but …”

So he’s not pimping her. I guess that makes all this a little better…

“If I don’t do this what will happen? Will I cross?”

“You’ll cross; you’ll just get the wood.” I look at him waiting for clarification.

I hope he’s not referring to the wood I’m thinking about, because that’s just plain sick.

“The paddle Max.” He states, probably guessing at my chaotic thoughts “They’ll probably paddle you.”

“What is the point of all this?” I ask

“To make you a man…Max you are the picture of what this fraternity wants, in terms of your grades, the preppy boy look, you’re just a bit soft around the edges. It’s time to grow up and Omega is here to see that it happens. So either let Liz pop you or take the wood. If you ask me smashing a beautiful girl is the lesser of two evils.”

I shrug resignedly accepting my fate

I’m being forced to fuck my dream girl

Poor me.

Yeah right.

“So what do I do now?”

“Have a drink, read the Kama Sutra, give yourself a pep talk or whatever…Do what you do to Prepare, then wait. She’ll come to you.”

I take Zan’s advice and run to the local convenience store to pick a beer.

I don’t drink but Liz said it helped her relax…

Apparently it has the complete opposite affect on me because after downing half of it I’m bouncing off the walls and stumbling all over myself as I head back to my room.

I was nervous before, now I’m just plain horny.

I guess twenty some years of pent up sexual frustration will do that to you.

Yep that’s me one big horny, excited, yet terrified ball of goo.

Before Liz arrives I take a shower.

As pledges we usually share a room with five other guys but they all seem to have disappeared.

When she comes to me later I’m sitting on the edge giving myself a much needed pep talk.

I look and see her standing there in a satin Chinese print robe that comes to about the middle of her thigh.

She sits down on the bed beside me and I’m about ready to hyperventilate.

I take a gulp of the opened beer bottle on my dresser. Hoping this time it was actually calm my jangled nerves.

Liz starts giggling “So one cousin’s a Nympho and the other is an alcoholic. Nice.”

“I’m not I just…” I forget what I when I catch a with of her ‘Lucky You’ perfume. She smells incredible. “…are you naked under that that thing?” I ask

“Maybe. Want to find out?”

I blush

She smirks “You’re so cute” and leans to kiss me on the cheek, then on the mouth.

She tastes good too.

Our lip lock quickly grows heated and she’s kneeling on the bed behind me suckling and nipping my neck “You’re so tense Max, relax.” Her small hands work wonders, kneading the knots out of my shoulder and lower back.

Liz hooks her fingers under the hem of my T shirt and quickly discards it, before crawling around to straddle my legs.

“Hmm nice...” she muses “I knew you were hiding a body under all those clothes.” She leans in and kisses me again, caressing my tongue with hers again, and again.

After my shower I put on my night clothes so all I’m wearing now is a pair of baggy sweats which are quickly becoming tented.

I barely notice when her hand moves to the waist band.

But I definitely notice when her warm fingers encircle my cock.

She doesn’t do anything just holds me, and I’m in heaven.

I squeeze my eyes shut relishing the sensations coursing through me.

There’s a hand between us, noticeably not mine, definitely not hers. It’s a man’s hand and I look up to see Zan his hand kneading her breast.

I tense up “Can he stay?” she asks

I nod,

All the while Zan teasing her sensitive flesh. His ministrations expose an inkling of what’s been hiding underneath her robe, whatever it is it’s lace and also red.

Liz leans into his touch mumbling “Why don’t you just… watch us for a bit.” Before extricating herself form my lap.

I shiver with the loss of her contact but quickly get caught up in the scene before me.

Zan hastily unties her robe and it feathers to the ground behind him. She’s wearing a very see through lace tank and boy short set. I can see the dark color of her nipples.

He lifts her onto the railing of one of the other guy’s beds and begins slobbing her down, first her neck, then her tits over the fabric of her top.

Liz’s eyes are on me the whole time. Until of course Zan attentions distract her and she tips her head back with the pleasure of it.

He must be workin’ that tongue ring.

Maybe I should consider getting one

She knows I like watching them.

I suppose there’s a bit of voyeur in me after all.

My hand seems to creep to my erection of it’s own volition.

“Yes Zan…” she sighs

He pays each breast with equal attention, pinching one nipple while he sucked the other. When he’s done with that I can see her nipples have pebbled into stiff peaks As his saliva has made her top even more transparent.

I wish it was me touching her.

I try to imaging it is as I try to get myself off

What her soft flesh must feel like?

Is the rest of her as sweet as her mouth was?

Zan kisses her again rubbing her pussy a few times over the shorts. He dips his hand inside “Mmm …so wet baby.”

I can’t see what he’s doing but I guess he’s fingering her as she grinds herself into his hands. With my stroking I try to match the rhythm.

Her eyes are still closed in pleasure but when Liz sees me whacking off she smiles that mischievous smile and taps Zan on the shoulder to get his attention.

They both look at me and I start to feel embarrassed having been caught in the act.

Zan relinquishes his hold on her and she saunters over “Don’t stop on our account you look hot doing that.”

“I do.”

“Yes, you look like you could use a hand though.” She kneels before me extricating my socks and sweats leaving me bare.

My first instinct is to cover the family jewels because who wants their cousin, no matter how close, to seem them nekkid.

The appreciative way Liz looks me over make me think twice.

She straddles my legs again and takes me in her hand before crashing me her mouth with mine. Between kisses she utters “Touch me Max…” just for me to hear “Don’t you want to touch me.”

My hand starts on her shoulder, and then moves to her breast, the fabric still damp with my cousin’s saliva. Her mounds feel so good as I run my thumb over her pebbled nipples and I know I have to touch her.

My hand moves to the strap of her top and I look to her for permission

Wordlessly she nods and leans into the kiss again.

I take the straps of her top down, revealing those perfect tits to my eyes.

My mouth is instantly drawn to them.

I do like Zan did and alternate between pinching one and sucking the other.

Obviously she likes it because she pushes my head against her as I lightly brush the sensitive flesh with my teeth. “Max yes…like that.”

Liz begins stroking my cock forming a tight ring with her fingers. The friction and the rhythm she sets is unbelievable, much better then I’ve ever done. “Ah fuck …Liz.” I think I’m going to blow my load right there.

Then she stops, and pushes me flat against the mattress.

She kneels between my legs and takes me in her mouth, deep throating like a seasoned pro.

Her head bobs up and down,

Her long hair tickles as it falls around my legs.

Once again I think I’m going to loose it.

She stops

I’m desperate for her to finish me off “Fuck No…please… why.” and one hundred explicatives come to mind.

“Not like this.” She says crawling up my body “Patience… I’ll give what you need. Just tell mama where it hurts.”

She straddles me again and I lean up and kiss her.

My cock is in line with her pussy and she begins grinding into me, I can feel her juices but those damn lace shorts are in the way.

I whimper in protest “What do you want Max” she says against my lips “tell me.” She grabs my cock again still grinding “Hmm say it sweetie…”

It’s too much

“Fuck me.” I utter.

“Take them off.” she instructs standing before me. My alcohol hazed brain is slow to process.

I’m thinking

Take what off?

I’m already naked.

Hop on.

Then Zan Materializes by her side. It’s a bit unnerving because for a moment there it was just the two of us.

Me and Liz

No one else.

“She means this Einstein” he hooks his thumb in the band of her shorts pulling them down her legs for her to step out of them.

My eyes are immediately drawn to her juncture. There’s hardly any hair there and I can the crease of her creamy lips.

She walks over to me and simply stands waiting for me to do… something.

“Touch me Max…” she says again. “Touch me here.” Taking my hand in hers she brings it to her sex and I cup her

She soft, creamy, I rub her a few times and fell the distended clit protruding.

First one then two fingers slip inside her warm passage.

She gives an almost inaudible sigh and starts tweaking her nipples

She’s so ready for me.

“She feels good bro, doesn’t she?”

Like heaven, I’m thinking

I don’t speak the words but our eyes meet and she knows.

Liz starts moving her hips into my hand at sinuously slow pace. She smiles that smile, eyes never leaving mine.

Zan hands me a condom and I’m almost reluctant to move my hand from her to put it on.

I do, and when I return my attention to her she’s writhing on the bed beside me a Zan pumps his fingers in and out of her.

When he sees I’m ready he removes his hands from her pussy bringing them to his mouth to relish her juices.

He smiles appreciatively “Oh yeah, she’s ready for you bro…”

“Are you ready Max?” Liz asks pointedly as she reclaims her position on my lap lining my cock up with her opening.

When I nod she sinks down onto me and is still, allowing me to adjust to her.

She’s warm,

She’s tight,

She’s slick

But most importantly she feels like home.

Not to wax poetic or some shit

But I seriously had a moment there that I could never describe with words.

She feels so good surrounding me.

To say it was incredible or something that wouldn’t be enough.

I won’t even try

Liz’s eyes haven’t left me the whole time and I know she felt it too.

“Christ …”I bleat squeezing my eyes shut and burying my face in her neck

“You’re not gonna black out me are you?”

I shake my head no, trying to keep my hips still which seem to have mind of their own. “Good ‘cause that’d be a shame” she whispers before suckling my earlobe.

Her hips begin a slow grind and together we set a pace. “Mmm yes Max like that.”

Her tits bounce with the effort and I have to palm ‘em.

She beckons Zan over then takes my mouth in kiss before.

Liz reaches between us and starts rubbing her clit.

When Zan comes he reaches over and does that for her saying “Touch her here…” he instructs

And I do.

The pace become faster almost frenzied

I suck her nipples still fingering her clit.

Eyes on me she rides me, pushing me to the edge,

I brace her hips pushing her down onto me harder.

A warm feeling starts in my stomach spreading outwards.

I try to watch her but my eyes drift close.

Then I hear it by my ear her honeyed voice saying, “Let it happen sweetie...”

The bottom drops out and I explode.

Her muscles contract around me milking me dry

I collapse on the bed,

She falls beside me.

Zan begins buckle his pants apparently he had a bit of fun too and needs to go clean up “I’ll just leave you two to…

“Baby.” he leans over her for one last kiss and then is out the door.

I discard the used condom in the trash my bed.

“So.”

“So.”

“Did you enjoy yourself?” I look at her and we both flush “Scratch that. I guess what I meant to say was, are you okay with everything?”

I nod. “You were wonderful, I just hope I wasn’t….”

“You were perfect.” Liz says throwing her robe on and belting it at the waist “Good and it doesn’t have to be weird or anything?

Why would it be weird? Just because you sleep with my cousin and half the fraternity…

I nod

“Can we be serious for a moment here?” I nod “What happen before when we were…Did you feel what I felt?”

“I felt something, I can’t really…”

“…explain I know.”

I shrug “So what do we do about this.”

“What is there to do? Maybe it was nothing, maybe it was your inner sex beast coming out…” She jokes, smiles briefly, then says “I guess for now we’ll just see, and we were always friends right?”

“Right.” I concede

She’s gathered the rest of her clothes. Placing them in her lap she sits on the bed beside me taking my hand in hers “Max I wanted you to know that you’re special…more than the other guys I’m glad if I was able to make this…okay for you.”

I’m thinking

Here she is making the benediction,

End of service people time to go home

“And this doesn’t have to be the end of us we can hang out and talk…”

Maybe there is hope

“You’re special too Liz, and I’d really like that.”

She smiles that smile, and now I know what Zan must have been talking about with the photographs

“If you ever need to talk or anything …possibly more,” She allows her eyes to drop to me now flaccid penis “you know where to find me.”

She kisses me, and then is gone. I crawl underneath the covers suddenly very cold.

After all there was no pillow talk to lull me to sleep,

Certainly not a “love you” or anything like that.

Simply a “anytime you need a good fuck.”

But I guess that’s all this is for her.

Maybe.

Maybe not.

Liz Parker, Omega Phi Sweetie pie.