Undercover Rock

Kip was rambling and in obvious pain. Jamey couldn’t stand it any longer. She liked Kip too much to see him suffer like this, especially when he didn’t have to. She hooked her thumbs under the bottom of her sweatshirt and pulled it up over her head.

“Oh fuck, Jamey!” Kip was panicking. “I know I said a lot of shit just now but I don’t know if I can . . . you know . . . I mean . . . do you know how many girls I’ve been with this month alone?”

Jamey was barely visible in the shadows of the stage as she peeled off the Under Armour and began to unravel the ace wrap. When she had removed the tape that covered her nipples she spoke for the first time since Kip began his painful confession. In her own voice she said, “Come here.”

‘Jamey?” Kip said shakily, confused by the new tone coming from her.

“Just come here,” she repeated and held her hands out for him to find. The stage was so poorly lit that Kip stumbled as he tentatively stepped closer. When Jamey had his hands firmly in hers she lifted them to her breasts.

“Holy fuck!” Kip yelled as he pulled his hands away. And then Jamey told him everything.

Jamey found an old, dusty radio in the backstage rubble and tuned it to a classic rock station they listened to in their room. An hour later, Kip was still sitting in the semi-darkness, listening as Kansas played “Carry on My Wayward Son”, and talking to her. Jamey took that as a good sign. Of course, he was shocked at first. Then he was angry for a bit. Mostly, however, Kip was relieved. He wasn’t attracted to a guy after all.

“. . . masquerading as a man with a reason; my charade is the event of the season; and if I claim to be a wise man, well; it surely means that I don't know”

The talk was obviously a huge relief for Jamey as well. Not only was the secrete out, but this guy who had become part of her recent sexual fantasies, was attracted to her too. Jamey was, however, as horny as she had ever been in her life. She had started the afternoon by taking a hot shower while imagining fucking this incredible stud. She had pinched her over-responsive nipples (never a good idea when there wasn’t time to finish the job). She had fingered herself to the brink of orgasm. And now she had spent the last hour sitting close to the aforementioned stud with her breasts/tits/boobs totally exposed, admittedly in the dimness of the shadowy stage. If she was alone right now she would be fucking the handle of that broomstick in the corner.

“Let me see if I have this all straight,” Jamey said, trying to bring some closure to this conversation. “You aren’t mad anymore about what I did.”

“No, not anymore. I was at first. I mean, you lied to me and made me look pretty foolish. And you put me through real hell. I thought about dropping out of school!” Kip was starting to get angry again and paused for a second. “You know, I actually think it’s pretty cool that you pulled it off,” he admitted. “I’m still amazed that I didn’t see it. It seems so obvious now. Of course, I can see the outline of your tits so it’s hard right now to see you as a guy.”

“Good. Next point; I like you and you like me.”

“Yeah, I really do like you. I mean, I don’t know you as a girl yet, but since the semester began, you have been about the closest friend I think I’ve ever had.”

“Awesome. Finally, we are very attracted to each other.”

“Hell, yes. I’ve spent months trying to fight off these urges. They’re like five times stronger now that I know that’s not a dick under those . . . oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to talk like that.”

“Okay, let me make something clear right now,” Jamey said. “I don’t want you talking any differently to me just because you know I’m a girl. I’ve been a girl this whole time and I like how you talk. I like how we talk.” Kip laughed. Jamey looked seriously at him and said, “I’m not kidding. Later, back in our room, I want you to talk to me like I’m your best friend. And right now, I want you to fuck me like I’m your girlfriend.”

Steppenwolf filled the air. A second passed. Then two. Before the third second ticked by, Kip was up and holding her in his arms. The first kiss was a little frantic.

“. . . like a true nature’s child; we were born, born to be wild”

Their teeth ground together as weeks of pent up passion rushed through their bodies. They both felt urgency, like the world was about to end and all they had was this kiss. Breathlessly, Jamey finally pulled Kip’s mouth away and looked up at his shadow-streaked face, catching a glimpse of his deep blue eyes as they caught stray slivers of light from the skylights above. She could feel the heat from his body and she pressed her naked tits against his muscled chest. The second kiss held all the passion, but some of the desperation faded as they realized that they had all the time in the world.

Jamey’s hands slid from his face and worked their way under his shirt. Both of them gasped slightly as her fingers touched his ribbed stomach and traced their way up his firm chest. Kip’s mouth slipped past her lips to an ear and then to her neck. Jamey leaned back in his arms and allowed herself to thrill in the sensations of his tongue on her neck and his hands slipping under her jeans to squeeze her bare ass.

Kip brought one hand to a titty and massaged gently as his mouth moved down to meet it. His tongue flicked out softly and teased her stone-hard nipple. When he took the whole nipple into his mouth and sucked Jamey went totally out of her mind. Her breathing quickened and she felt light-headed. The Eagles were playing in the background and her quim was so wet that she felt liked she had peed herself. Kip moved around behind her and while he ran his tongue from her earlobe to the nape of her neck he grabbed both of her hooters in his hands.

“. . . how they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer sweat; some dance to remember, some dance to forget.”

She could feel his rigid schlong poking her in the ass as he ground his hips hard into her. Fire rushed to Jamey’s pussy when he rolled both of her nipples between his fingers and she could barely stand.

“Oh, god! Oh, fuck!” Her orgasm hit so hard that she had to reach up behind her and grab hold of his neck to keep from falling. Kip continued to pinch her nipples and suck on her ear as Jamey convulsed and squeezed her legs together. Her pussy seized over and over. Her jeans felt flooded as it seemed she would never stop cumming. Nearly a minute later, Jamey was still leaning on Kip, catching her breath and saying, “That was fucking incredib . . .”

“Jamey. Jamey, are you in here?”

Startled, Jamey and Kip quickly gathered their wits. Amazingly, they were still mostly dressed. Only Jamey’s shirt was missing and she quickly pulled one of the curtains to cover chest. With just her head poking out, she watched as Annie Moore groped directly toward her in the darkness.

Annie was in Jamey’s American Lit class. They had run into each other one night after class, both up late at the corner coffee shop studying. They enjoyed the company and both were happy to find a study partner. Jamey was enjoying experiencing a relationship with a beautiful coed from a guy’s perspective.