Solarium (Part One)

*** LISA ***

I looked down at my trembling hands. Normally, I'd be steady holding such a beautiful and art-worthy cock in my hand; but this was nor ordinary penis. No, this was Ryan's. My deep Earth-toned eyes looked into his for a brief moment as his tongue flickered across his lips. It was habitual of him, but I watched it in slow motion; craving to feel it against my parched ones. "So, when is the test?" he asked.. suddenly sounding a lot like my... step-mother?

"Lisa, the test? When is it?" Claire asked, rubbing her wet hands against her jeans. I sighed, picking my head up off of the oak dining table and moaned gently.
"In a few days, Claire." I replied, sounding a little annoyed. She sneered at me as I lifted my slender, petite frame from the chair. Some peole said I looked like a young Jamie Lee Curtis, and that was a compliment I desired. I was in my first year of college and already the 'rents were beating down my dorm door wondering when my first test in English Literature would be. I didn't have the heart to be honest with them and tell them I had only been going to that class to catch a sneak peek of Ryan Whitcomb. 

Often I felt like a hair-brained schoolgirl off her rocker for attending a legitimate class (that my parents were funding, by the way) just to watch Ryan's tight-in-Wrangler-jeans-ass strut to his seat. C'mon, Lis, get it together!

*** OCTOBER 29th ***

Flyers had been circulating around the campus. I just happened to catch hold of the corner on a bright orange one as it skimmed across my direct path as I exited Pre-Calculus. I looked to Amy, one of the friends I accumulated just by my presence alone. She was tall, leggy with naturally perky breasts and long dark brown hair. Her eyes were just as dark; almost an obsidian that seemed endless. Being Native american seemed to work for her in so many ways. 

"You ought to go, Lis. You know, to push you up on the social ladder." she said, nearly ripping it from my fingertips just to glance over it.
"Alright, I'll consider the idea. You know how cliched these Halloween keg/toga parties are." I said, shoving the flyer into my tight pocket. I tugged on my sandy blonde hair that was caught in the "no-ouch" ponytail rubberband. 
Usually things like frat parties never phased me. I wasn't the tye to go chugging down four hundred ounces of liquor, table dance then pass out on the nearest guy acting as horny and foolish as myself. In fact, the last party I went to was my nephew Jason's 12th birthday. 

*** OCTOBER 30th ***

Amy dragged me away from my books long enough to visit every porn shop and erotic store from here to Sandusky, Ohio. Finally around four o'clock and eighty dollars later; Amy walked out with a shit-eating grin as she peered into her black plastic bag at the costume she just "had to have." It was the sluttiest looking Red Ridinghood I had ever seen - lack of panties included. She pulled out the small red checkered skirt that looked more like a half-sewn loin cloth.

I looked at the black bag I walked out with... How I could ever talk myself into "Nurse Betty", I still have yet to understand. The cloth used to make it was obviously a cheap immitation of spandex and Glad bags. 

"Ames, explain to me why I have to be the naughty nurse?" I asked, forcing a smile.
"You have better looking tits than me," she relied without skipping a beat. As we walked back to my Ford Explorer, I began to wonder if Rayn would be there and if he would notice the new me in white, lacy stockings and hooker thigh-high boots. Amy decided to drive back, since I looked a little too pastey. The whole ride home, I felt my white cotton panties swelling up with my cunt juices. The thought of Ryan slowly unzipping the back of my form-fitting costume and fondling the lacey and semi-transparent bra underneath, peeking out slightly from the top.

*** OCTOBER 31st ***

"Ow! Are you sure it fits like this?!" I squealed, hoping she would juet let me go in a simle air of jeans and a plain shirt. I groaned, watching an underdressed, horny and plump ridinghood pull and push my cleavage around through the mirror. It looked almost like a surreal porn if I hadn't been actually feeling it. Amy also had to put on the cheapest smelling perfume. I nearly fell over gagging.
"Yes, now hold still, Lisa!" she strained. I finally complied and then she stepped back with a wide smile perched between her two, full bright red lips. I looked myself over. Angelic white from head to toe; like a virgin awaiting her first fuck... But it seemed to counteract the lovely illusion as I looked at the big red cross against my flat stomach and the frills from my push-up bra hanging off the ends. Of course, the four-inch hooker boots completed the set. 

It didn't take long before we reached the house that sexual derivation built. It was an old victorian farm surrounded by several other homes of a more modern feel. The party had already reached its peak by the time we reached it. Several guys were on the front lawn were half dressed, still drinking after they ought to have stopped. I gently walked over a few of them, hoping they wouldn't look up to notice my nice trim job and no undershorts appeal. 

We wound our way around the house, collecting our share of prepoured drinks. If I had to be here looking like a lush, I sure as Hell wasn't going to drink like one. I wandered around for an hour; babying the same red plastic cup full of Budweiser until I chanced upon a few of the upstairs rooms. The bathroom was obviously off limits for a while, at least, after hearing the moans and sighs of coition from the inside. 

I opened up the spare bedroom. At first, I wanted to shut the door quickly after seeing Amy in hot, passionate fucking with some guy I had never seen before. I doubt she had either. But that was Amy and all I could do was stare for a moment or two as the man's hands trailed down her glowing, tan skin as she rode his thick, throbbing cock like it was the first and last. I turned around, finally finding my footing and ran into Rayn's brother Chris; spilling my unfinished beer all over him. He was dressed as a cowboy with his thin, flannel shirt oened to his gleaming, rock-hard chest. 

"Oh! Pardon me!" I said sounding a little out of breath. He smiled from beneath the brim of his hat. His eyes were the same electric green.

"Watching something?" He asked candidly. I shook my head rapidly as he pushed his head ast my shoulder and nudged towards Amy and her fuck-buddy still in the heat of the moment. 
"Are you sure? It's like a free porn." He walked towards me; his massive broad-shoulders ushering me into the room and finally onto the edge of the bed. My face and body felt tense and flush; like I was on fire and even the cold October air couldn't bring my temperature down. Chris sat on the rickety rocking chair adjacent from me. The man beneath Amy pushed her down so he could change postitions. He looked to me a little oddly but when he saw Chris, he continued to suckle and pump in and out of Amy, never lost his rhythm.

All I could do was watch and feel my thighs burn from the inside out. Chris watched, never once looking at me as he began to unzip his jeans. His fingers never faultered; as if he had done this multiple times. He pulled out his hard, masculine erection and began to fondle it. I watched between Chris stroking himself and his friend commanding Amy to do nearly unnatural things with her body. finally, the guy pulled his cock out of her and pulled her face to his. "Let my friend feel that hot, wet snatch." he said gruffly. She looked over to me and smiled, backing her ass up to Chris who smacked it roughly with the head of his cock. 

Amy moaned with a slight scream as Chris entered her womanhood and then slowly slid back out. The second time, he wasn't as gentle; slamming all eight inches into her and leaving it there as he began to grind against her. I watched Amy's face become enwreathed in pleasure as her waxed cunt became swollen and pink.

The first man looked to me, my legs tightly woven together in hopes of concealing my self-gratification. It didn't work. The man, still glittering in sweat crawled on his knees towards me and gently parted my legs. I felt my heart skip a beat. "I can't," I said, lifitng myself up.

"Why not?" he asked, cooing.
"I-I..." I stammered, not being able to think of a thing to say. He smiled, running his index finger over my heated inner thigh. I cringed. Not from disgust, but from wanting him to go further, deeper and possibly even thrust in me like I had watched him do to Amy. Instead...

"Lisa? It's six AM. Get up." Amy's voice broke the silence of my dream. I looked through foggy eyes at her rolling out of the shower. She tossed back her wet mane and sat on her chair. I groaned, running my hands up my sides, gently circling around my creamy breasts then out of the sheets and into the air. I wish dreams could become a reality...