“I am so, so confused.”
He sat next to me on the couch, stroking my bare back with one hand, and squeezing my knee with the other. “Relax. Let my hand-picked men wipe away all your confusion.”
Another knock on the front door.
“Oh, no,” I cringed.
“It’s your next hook-up,” RJ said, excited again.
I knew I was flushed, but I tried to smile too. A thrill ran through me at the thought of the guy, a stranger, on the other side of the door. That guy and I were going to make out. He knew it, I knew it. I didn’t have to be coy. No waffling about whether I should say ‘no’ or not. It was all out in the open, simple and settled.
Overall, I think I liked it. I liked the open simplicity of it. Because historically, my dates are full of tragic misunderstandings.
Borden the Organ
“This is Borden,” RJ said.
A scared blond guy with heavy scruff on his cheeks sidestepped into the room. He wasn’t as sexy as Seth but I couldn’t hold that against him. He wasn’t unattractive either. He was like going on a blind date and seeing a boring mid-sized sedan pull up to the curb. You sigh and think, “At least he’s not driving his mother’s minivan.”
“Ripper Jack told me to come here,” he blurted, too loudly. We all jumped.
I held my hand out, and he grabbed it compulsively in both of his own.
RJ laughed. “Borden, you’re not snatching a gun away from her.”
He gulped and smiled at us.
This guy was ridiculously cute. Not physically or in terms of personality, but emotionally. Without any effort at all, he had disengaged my instinct to step on him like a bug.
“I’m Rebecca,” I told him.
“I know! We watch you all the time.”
“Excuse me?”
“I mean, we watch you pass by. We check you out. I mean, we see you pass by. One of those things I just said.” He swallowed and looked miserable. “The best one of those. We also stalk your Instagram and Snapchat.”
“I don’t have a Snapchat, Borden,” I said gently.
“Oh, we know. The guys in your dorm, and on campus, they all post you to a common thread, your personal Snapchat ‘story’. Your daily outfits, stuff like that. Your oops moments, times when you’re just cute. It’s not stalker-ish, it’s not stalker at all. I wish I hadn’t just said that word, or told you any of this. The channel is #SluttyBecca, it’s a community effort. A real crowd-sourced thing. We all contribute… ”
“When you say ‘we’, Borden… ”
“I mean my friends. It’s silly. You’re the hot girl we stalk on the way to classes. We keep our eyes peeled for you. Gross, right? Not peeled. We’re sooo normal. Really.” He checked my face and gave a concerned warble. Then: “We really don’t stalk you. You’re always out and about, no stalking necessary. You’re just so watchable, and public, and sexy. It’s not like we’re building a shrine.”
Yes, my personal paparazzi. They were either flattering or creepy, depending on which of Borden’s denials I wanted to believe. The boy himself was too frightened to make me nervous, but the rest of the university? Were all the men on campus hooked into this? How cool would that be! A whole underground network that was getting my name, and my fashion creations, out into the world. Were New York fashion designers on snapchat? Were the Paris fashion houses subscribed to my channel?
Maybe this was only surprising because I didn’t know anything about Snapchat. If I had anything but a flip-top phone, none of this would have been a secret to me. Maybe there were other girls, or girls on other campuses, who were similarly idolized. What if I could stalk them and steal their ideas?
Just to see what would happen, I kept hold of Borden’s hand and tugged him closer. He lurched and bumped my shoulder, and then reeled back in mortal embarrassment at having touched me. What would he say about that?
He said, “Bloop!”
“Okay, Borden, I didn’t expect that.”
“It’s dumb, I know. I bloop when I bump into people. Just something from my—”
“Borden, stop fucking talking,” RJ said.
“I’m normal,” he promised again.
“And I’m just a girl,” I said.
“You’re not just a girl. You’re the girl.”
I glared at him just to see him wince. Then I cut him a break and smiled. He changed instantly, and smiled back at me.
It’s nice to be worshipped. In my imagination, where I’m usually worshipped, the adulation quickly grows tiresome. Real life is nothing like that. I could probably interact with this frightened hobbit for hours and never grow bored.
Because I wanted to feel even more worshipped and powerful, I said, “We’re supposed to make out, Borrrrrden.”
He shivered ecstatically. “We are, yeah. Yeah?”
I didn’t want to terrify him, or give him bad memories of his first time (I’d decided this was his first time). I made it a personal challenge to rev him up to highway speeds without blowing a gasket.
“Borden, you need to hold me like your girlfriend. You need to kiss me.” I bit my lip and gave him my best confused-sexy look. He released a gratifying shiver. “You need to touch me wherever you want, okay? I’m going to do my level best to turn you on. You tell me what to do. You’re my boss.”
I don’t remember going from teasing to cruel, but it felt pretty natural. I loved how I wasn’t nervous with this guy, because all the nervousness was so manifestly on his side. If this dynamic had been planned, I thought, then RJ was a verifiable social engineering genius. The sexy-mouthed Seth had warmed me up to the concept. Now the nervous Borden was goading me to control the situation.
Oops, pay attention, Rebecca! Borden had started to hyperventilate: “Fuck… Shit… Sorry… Normal! Oh gawd!”
RJ said, “I thought this might happen.”
He dug through a bookshelf beside the door and pulled out a sleeping mask. It was the kind one steals from the nicer hotels—shaped like a figure eight, with thin elastic to hook over the ears.
He covered Borden’s eyes and immediately the boy relaxed. His chin tilted up. He scanned the room with his sense of hearing.
“They do this with horses in Kentucky,” RJ explained. “I saw it on a documentary.”
“It’s working,” Borden reported. “That must mean I’m a stallion.”
“He makes jokes!” I exclaimed.
“Yeah, Rebecca. He’s actually awesomely funny. You trigger his anxiety, is all.” RJ patted Borden’s head fondly. “We’ve been hanging out. He said he was nervous around girls, and preferred to admire them from afar. ‘Like a Petrarchan lover.’ He flipped his shit when I told him my plan. He thought you and I were dating, can you believe it? I told him we’re just friends.”
“Thank goodness,” I mumbled.
Borden grimaced. “I admit I freaked out a little at the beginning, yes.”
“I suggested he might like to hook up with you, no strings attached.”
“That’s when I fainted,” Borden said. “But I woke up right away, just like a MMA fighter who is very manly.”
RJ pulled my hand out of Borden’s and then joined Borden’s hands behind his back. He bound them together with the power cable from his floor lamp.
Borden seemed only moderately worried. “Guys, why am I being tied up?”
RJ slapped his shoulder. “Go with it.”
I had an utterly non-threatening boy in front of me. Moreover, he was blindfolded and his hands were bound. I glanced quizzically at RJ, and he returned a level stare.
A hot stare. RJ was being intense again.
I had a moment of realization.
This wasn’t about boyfriends. This wasn’t even about me being turned on by RJ’s weird version of that ‘Seven Minutes in Heaven’ party game—a game I always played to win, by the way.
And this certainly wasn’t about Borden and his labored breathing. This afternoon was also for RJ. He wanted me to turn on ‘the sexy’ and br
ing it to Borden. He wanted to watch me be a woman with this man. This mostly-man.
But how could I do that? I didn’t want to kiss this new boy… he would be a total mood-killer after Seth. Nothing about Borden said “I’m kissable!”
If RJ was the ingenious social engineer I suspected, he already knew that. So this wasn’t about kissing. I rolled everything back to first principles.
Let’s say I’m a girl, I thought. I’m a girl who is trying to turn RJ on. So, what to boys like to watch? What porn videos does RJ leave open on his computer all the time? Suddenly I knew what to do.
I reached for Borden’s buckle.
“Aaahhh… my belt!” he screamed.
RJ patted Borden’s head. “Shit like this is why girls are scared of you.”
The belt opened easily, like it was interested in seeing where I was going with this. I unzipped his fly and tugged open the top button. His pants dropped to his ankles. His tighty-whities were pristine, glowing with promise. Moreover, his crotch bulged to a surprising extent. It was ominous, in a way. Surely he hadn’t stuffed a rolled-up newspaper into his pants? Guys have done stranger things.
I flipped his underwear past his junk and gasped. Borden was a stallion.
“See what I’m sayin’?” RJ crowed.
Borden’s cock was… beautiful. It was reference. It could have modeled Gucci speedo swimsuits in Paris fashion shows. I wanted a replica of it as an expensive dildo. I’d hide it under my bed like a dog with a bone.
“Oh, Mr. Borden!” I squeaked.
I dropped to my knees in front of him, marveling at the cleanliness and proportionality. My breath hit his cock and he shuddered. Since his hands were tied behind his back, he was dependent on me to keep his manhood safe and happy, a responsibility I took seriously.
I explored this new toy. Borden didn’t object, in fact, he seemed to be mouthing a silent prayer. Borden’s cock was circumcised and his shaft was so thick my thumb and middle finger couldn’t meet around it. Yet it was still at only half-mast. I wanted to see it perform.
I used one of the tricks I’d learned while modeling for RJ. I scratched the inside of his hips with my fingernails. Borden sucked air, and his cock leapt up like a threatened cobra.
It was big, but it didn’t have that blunt-object look of the huge cocks you see in online porn. This looked detailed and manageable. Even neighborly.
I checked Borden’s face, but of course his sleeping mask was still on. Another genius idea from RJ… I didn’t have to interpret what this boy was thinking based on his expression. I could just gawk and stare, and play, and not worry what I looked like to someone I didn’t know. In a way, it was as liberating as a photo session.
“Three minutes,” said RJ. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance.”
“Jack, you don’t seriously think—”
“I do!” he broke in. “What if you never get a shot at this again? Won’t you always wonder?”
“What I was going to say before you interrupted was, you don’t seriously think I would miss out on this cock?”
“So suck it already,” RJ said, his voice tight enough to crack.
This is for you too, Jack, Bad Rebecca gloated.
Watch closely, Jack, and see what you’re missing, Good Rebecca added.
Both of us girls were greatly encouraged by RJ’s reaction. If you’re the kinky sort of guy who shares girls with other guys, then on some level, you’re entangled with that girl. You’re invested. Sure, it might be a temporary power trip to whore out some random chick you don’t care about, but it wouldn’t be this kind of intense. RJ’s gaze was scary intense. Based on that alone, no other girl could do for him what I was doing. On some level, I had RJ entangled. On some level, he was invested in me.
I grabbed Borden’s erection by the root. It was hot and damp, and it twitched like it wanted to work. Borden yelped when I sank my mouth onto his head. I swooshed down until the top third of his cock was in my mouth. With my tongue, I explored the detailed carvings of his shaft, and savored his soft, delicate skin.
“Shiiiit… gaaaah… nnng!” Borden almost collapsed. His body dipped six inches before his knees recovered.
I pulled him upright using his shaft as a handle and licked him again.
“He even tastes good,” I said.
“Two minutes, Rebecca.”
“No fair! I just started!”
The clock was ticking, so I stuffed Borden all the way into my mouth. His shaft pushed my jaws apart. I didn’t have time for finesse. I slid his cock down my throat in a series of controlled surges. The skin on my neck grew tight.
“Gnng!” Borden reported. “Oh, shit! She’s fucking amazing!”
At his widest point, my lips were stretched around his tool but I still had room to maneuver. He was huge but not impossible. Men should never complain about my big mouth.
“Wow,” RJ said, holding up his stopwatch, “it only took you twenty seconds to work it in!”
I checked Borden again, but he seemed happy to stand there, blind and tied up.
So it was just me and his gorgeous cock, a woman versus nature. I clawed my fingers into Borden’s ass-cheeks and held him him against my face.
My nose was buried in Borden’s pubic hair. This was a boy I’d traded maybe fifty words with. A boy I’d met just a few minutes ago. I had his ass clenched in my hands, and his shaft throbbing in my throat.
RJ dropped into a squat beside us. “Look at your lips on that cock,” he whispered. The awe in his voice sent waves of pleasure tingling through my body. “Some guy you don’t know is buried in your mouth.”
I sucked harder on the cock. What I was doing was obscene, but my libido had taken my body over. I had a no-strings-attached man in my mouth, and the awe-struck love of my life watching up close, like I was the best thing since pornhub.
I renewed my grip on Borden’s hips and pulled off his cock, sucking to save my life. His shaft slid between my lips like an endless hose, there was always more of it. I kept the suction going and watched his balls and the skin of his stomach stretch toward me. When I reached the end of his shaft, I had an unbreakable vacuum stranglehold on his dick. The seal of my lips to his manhood was so perfect I didn’t think I’d have the jaw strength to release it, even if I wanted.
Borden squealed and his knees quaked again. I held him up with a death grip on his ass, and slid my lips back down his shaft.
“Your mouth is amazing!” Borden shouted.
I cupped his ball sack and scratched a fingernail down the tight muscles of his lower belly. His balls contracted. This boy wouldn’t last long.
“One minute left.”
“Mmm!” I agreed. I wouldn’t need that much time.
RJ’s hand pressed the back of my head. “Let me help.”
Are you kidding? I shot him a sidelong look, hoping he could read the “yes please” in my eyes. I’m not a girl who objects when men help—with car problems, with homework, with heavy boxes on dorm move-in day…or with strange men skull-fucking my mouth.
RJ stood behind me with a hand on each side of my face. He pulled me the full length off Borden’s cock until I had nothing but his glans at the front of my pursed lips. I wanted to savor the ridiculous suction that his girth made possible, but RJ had different ideas. He wasn’t about the nuance. He shoved my face back down to Borden’s pubic hair. I gagged encouragingly.
“More… ” Borden moaned. “She’s yanking me off with her mouth. She’s sucking my cum out!”
RJ kept me moving. With guttural sighs that sounded like sex, he thrust my head up and down the cock. The back of my head was against RJ’s lap, and he added power to each plunge by thrusting from his hips. It was like he was driving himself into a girl during sex, except he wasn’t driving his dick, he was driving Borden’s dick down my throat.
In a way, it was RJ I was with. Having his body surge behind me was a massive turn-on. His thrusts were the drumbeat that moved my mouth. This wasn’t a blow-job anymore
and I wasn’t steering it. It was now just face-fucking. I was the fulcrum between these two men who were using my body so needfully to get themselves off.
Usually, that gets me off, too. When the blow job reaches a certain milestone, the man takes over and I know he’s committed. He knows what to do from there on, and I let myself get hypnotized by the throbbing cock in my mouth. Even though Borden’s knees were jelly and I had to hold him upright with main strength arm, I still found a way to go mindless. His cock jack-hammered my mouth, making me nothing but throat. My purpose for existence was to milk his massive cock, to make it spew.
“Coming!” Borden gasped.
His shaft tensed, turning into a marble phallus wrapped in hot velvet skin. His hips bucked, his pubic bone met my nose. I didn’t want to lose him. I latched onto his thighs with a bear hug and rode the first few thrusts with my face in his groin. His balls pressed my chin, his belly filled my teary eyes.
I literally could not have been more attached to that cock. I wanted it as a permanent fixture in my throat. I’d figure out how to breathe later.
He vibrated like blocked plumbing as the cum traveled up his shaft. He swelled in my throat… my jaw cracked wider.
He shuddered—and released.
After the first few spurts, I needed to feel more. I released him and he slid halfway out. Borden’s next jets of cum filled my mouth. I yanked his cock with strong, steady, two-handed pulls. The play of his hot skin over his cock-muscles was flawless.
“Fuuuuu—” Borden cried.
I yanked Borden some more and bobbed my head. I was rewarded by another surge of thick cum.
Only when Borden definitively finished, and his cock softened in my hand, did I turn to RJ. Strings of cum stretched from Borden’s cock to my lips, from my hands to my cheeks. This wasn’t a clean, tidy blow-job; it was something from a porn company’s special effects department.
“Just look at you,” RJ whispered. “Show me your mouth.”
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