Chapter One

“It isn’t premarital sex if you have no intention of getting married.”

- Drew Carey

“Lor-rd have mercy. Ain’t she something.”

Adam knew immediately of whom Devon’s deep voice spoke and his glance down the rows of tiered seats to the entrance of the quick filling lecture hall confirmed it. It was her…the cock tease to end all cock teases, Felicity Jones, dressed as usual, to kill, in her Saks Fifth Avenue winter college sophomore splendor. Today, her long blond hair was up, with curls high on her head perfectly coiffured with two strategic ringlets trailing down each cheek, affording her the appearance of an innocent adolescent.

Yes, she appeared innocent, even virginal, but he suspected she was far from innocent. Nothing he could put his finger on it, but something told him if he was ever fortunate enough to get in her pants, she’d show him a few things he didn’t already know.

Her shocking blue eyes panned the hall and he watched. When her eyes met his, she scrunched her nose as if detecting an unpleasant odor. Isn’t she something? Heading to the center aisle and looking up at them, she fashioned her most innocent Mona Lisa smile as her foot rose and stepped on the first stair tread.

His head shook in disbelief. God, she’s hot. There ought to be a law against looking that good. So good that guys like him obsess over her day and night.

He’d like to wring her neck. No, what he really wanted was to stick his hard cock in her mouth and cum down her throat. Then he’d like to fuck her.

From the first time he laid eyes on her, he wanted to fuck her.

Mesmerized, he watched her fine legs step one foot after the other as she ascended the stairs. She looked good enough to eat in her skimpy low hung plaid mini-skirt, showing off her sensuous perfectly rounded midriff from mound to bosom. A white blouse, tied under her breasts, calf high, black suede leather boots and a black sweater the arms of which tied around her neck, completed her seductive outfit.

Devon chuckled and nudged him. “I ask you, is the girl half dressed or half naked?”

He chuckled. “I’m an optimist. She’s half naked.”

Devon laughed. “I agree. The way she dresses makes poor hapless dudes like us hunger to see the part we can’t see, but only imagine.”

“True brother, but when I see her at night in my bed, she ain’t hiding anything.” They high fived each other and laughed.

Devon and he met two and a half years ago and gravitated to each other immediately. That’s why they decided to room together off campus. Oh yeah, Devon would like to fuck Felicity, too. Then again what unattached, red blooded, heterosexual, American male on campus wouldn’t. She was a sexy thang and she knew it, parading around her sensuous half naked body with her pearl pendant dangling from her navel and a sexy fleur de lis tattoo surrounding it.

Devon nudged him. “She looks doubly delectable today. And with that smile, especially mischievous,” He added.

Adam hitched his head to their left. “Yeah she does, let’s move into the aisle so she can’t miss us.”

“Good idea.” As they slid out to the aisle, Devon waved and yelled, “Fellie.”

* * * *

God. How many times do I have to tell those idiots, I hate that name? Shaking her head to show her displeasure, she glanced up. Wonderful, they stood in the aisle, attracting attention, like clowns in the circus. Now, she’ll have to squeeze past them, while they grope her ass and tits. Why does she put up with them?

You know why.

She gazed up at them and flashed a superficial smile. They were young and immature, but they were pretty—like heavenly eye candy. And if she was honest, fun to be around, despite the acerbic verbal jousting that had developed between her and Adam.

Ummm, Adam, six foot, brown eyes with thick brows, curly black locks partly over his ears and neck, pouty thin lips, straight nose and overall model looks and Devon, six-two, African American, with warm brown eyes and short, but not too short hair. His wiry frame displayed his athleticism and his face was beautifully exotic.

Pausing five steps below, she studied them as they did her. Their eyes focused on her cleavage, giving her the uneasy feeling of someone who was about to be mauled, and both of them had bulging crotches—are they always hard?

Devon led off, “You look especially fetching today.”

They seemed to be waiting for her usual rejoinder and she didn’t disappoint. “Fetching? What are you calling me a dog? Here Felicity, go fetch. Good girl Felicity.”

She didn’t know if Devon blushed, but he seemed to turn darker than his usual medium brown tone—and redder.

Adam laughed. “Fellie, you know damned well what fetching means. We both wouldn’t mind petting you though.”

She stuck out her tongue and flipped him a bird.

His fabulous lips pursed to the side. “You’re such a…cunt.”

That was a low blow, past the rules of sporting repartee. “Fuck you, Adam and fuck you too Devon. What are you, morons? How many times do I have to tell you, I don’t like to be called Fellie.”

A sinful smile formed on Adam’s gorgeous lips. “Wouldn’t that be something, huh Dev? Giving Fellie felicity from both ends. Me pounding her tonsils while you slam her sweet cunt!”

Felicity feigned anger, but wasn’t even offended. What’s wrong with this picture? The prudent reaction would have been to pretend indifference. The normal reaction would have been genuine fury. Instead her stomach twisted into knot, her heart raced, a flash of heat coursed through her and a tingly wet lust manifested between her legs. She actually visualized the scenario he’d outlined—Adam fucking her mouth while Devon slammed her smooth, wet snatch. A spark of panic raced through her from her lascivious images.

Rushing up the stairs, she eased past the unmoving principles of her wayward vision as they groped her. She couldn’t help but notice that everyone she passed grinned with obvious amusement. Not unexpected, Devon ran his hand under her skirt, snapped her lacy pink panties and zaid, “Zowee,” while, Adam’s hands grazed over both breasts, asking, “Are you wearing a bra?”

Become a seductress. Do something blatantly suggestive.

To everyone’s shock, including her own, she pulled her right breast from its white cotton enclosure and offered him a lick. “Wanna taste?”

Adam stood frozen, wide eyed and open mouthed, and did nothing.

“Humph.” After fifteen seconds of stunned silence, she slipped her breast back, continued up the stairs toward the back of the hall, where she normally sat, and razzed him over her shoulder, “Just like I thought, all talk and…no action.”

* * * *

Ooh, that hurt.

Everyone, close enough to watch and hear what went on laughed.

Usually, after Felicity ran their personal gauntlet, he and Devon would let her get ahead of them so they could watch her fabulous ass swaying back and forth with each shift of her weight as she ascended the stairs. Then on the fortunate times, like today, when she wore a mini-skirt they bent low and scoped out her panties of the day. But not today. This time when he turned and watched that sexy little ass sashay up the stairs, Adam became livid. The fuckin’ little bitch. He didn’t take kindly to being laughed at.

He sucked in a breath and raked both hands through his locks. Why didn’t he suck her big, juicy tit? He’d had wet dreams of sucking on her tits. She surprised him. It was so enticing and so unexpected he froze.

Even his best friend, Devon laughed, before calling after Felicity, suggesting, “Hey baby, come back here and see what I do.” Excitedly, he turned to Adam. “Did you see that boob? Wasn’t that the most perfect hooter you ever saw?”

Rub it in why don’t you. If breasts can be beautiful, it was gorgeous and he blew it. If he didn’t rectify the situation and save face, he might spend the rest of his life regretting it. But he only had today. Today was the last day of the semester and who knew if she’d ever be in a class of his again. They weren’t exactly on friendly terms, he calling her a bitch and cunt and so forth. It’s not like he could ask her—by the way are you taking this or that, next semester—and he certainly couldn’t ask for her phone number. Could he?

Taking three steps at a time he dashed up the stairs to the last row, with Devon following him. At the top, he turned left and edged down the aisle until his Dockers rested against the sex goddesses’ world class legs.

* * * *

Watching them out of the corner of her eye, she pretended to not see them, even though they always followed her up there and like bookends, sat on each side of her. With Adam standing next to her, hulking over her, contemplating her, she began to have ambivalent sexual feelings, again.

Her mind slipped back an hour ago, to the conversation she’d had with her friend Julie in the cafeteria.

“Julie, can I ask you a personal question?”

She finished sipping her iced tea and set it down. “Of course. What are friends for.”

“Have you ever had sex with someone who appealed to you, just to see what it felt like—to see if he was as good as he looked?”

She shook her head. “I haven’t but, but it’s funny you should ask that. Last year before I transferred here, when my then roommate’s brother visited, I really wanted to. Fel, he was like Johnny Depp and Brad Pitt rolled into one. I wanted to fuck him and my roommate wanted me to fuck him, but I chickened. I still think about it. Why didn’t I do it? If nothing else it would have been a great memory. I do know lots of girls that have, though.”

“Were they pleased, disappointed, blasé. What was it like? Would they do it again?”

“It varies, but mostly they were pleased. Some of the guys became boyfriends and one I know married a guy she hooked up with in a singles bar.”

Felicity grew excited. “Sex with a stranger. Sounds yummy. The excitement of the unknown.“

She tilted her head and dipped her brows a bit. “Why, do you have some heartthrob pulling your strings?”

“Yes, two, actually. I don’t know if you know my situation, but I’m engaged to my senior year high school sweetheart. Even though I’d been sexually active before going with him, I’ve remained faithful to him and we’re supposed to get married when he gets out of school. Unfortunately, Everett decided to attend Party U., two thousand miles away, in California, while I, out of necessity, attend good ole State U. Last year was no problem, but things are different this year. I only slept with a handful of boys before I met Everett, and no one since. I didn’t think I wanted to, but now, I’m having second thoughts.”

Julie looked each way, then back at Felicity. “How so?”

Felicity eased closer to Julie. “Among other things, two bonafide hunks in my psychology class. From day one they fixated on me, one of them sitting on each side, ogling me, making smartass remarks and uttering sexy double entendres, especially the one named Adam. At first I liked the attention. All the girls in the class are jealous and snippy, because they ignore them. However, as the semester rolled on, despite their elementary school antics, I grew to like them. Now, by the time class is over each day I’m wet between my legs and I actually have dreams about them. Sensual, sexy dreams, if you know what I mean.”

She took a bite of a French fry. “Oh yeah. I get the picture.”

Felicity shook her head. “The only thing that kept me from acting on my feelings was my fiancé, Everett. But lately I’ve been wondering about his fidelity. His emails have become shorter and farther in between. The first year he came home a couple times and we…you know, but this year he hasn’t bothered. Julie, I haven’t had real sex in four and a half months—“

Julie scrunched her mouth into a terrible grimace. “Oooh! Sorry, go on.”

“A couple weeks ago, I decided to try one of them. Not just to go to bed, but just to see if there was anything beside attraction—if we could have fun together. I didn’t care which one, I just wanted one of them to take me out, have a good time and see what happened. But they didn’t ask me, and now the semester’s over. Today is the last class and I may never get the chance to go out with them again. Do you have any ideas?”

Julie waggled her eyebrows, “Do I know these guys?”

“I don’t know. One is Devon Thomas and the other is Adam Fairchild.”

She frowned. “Of course I know Devon Thomas, he’s the point guard on the basketball team. He plays football too, if I’m not mistaken. I know who Adam is too.” She shook her hands as if she burnt them on something. “Talk about hot, they are both ‘bob’ material.”

She glanced around and continued in sotto voce, “It sounds as if they dig you, but your behavior has been standoffish. It’s too late for your personality to change into the sweet girl next door type, so you’re going to have to stay with what got you here and become a seductress.”

Felicity leaned in, opened her eyes wide and dipped her brows. “What do you mean?”

Her hands moved excitedly as she talked. “Do something blatantly suggestive. Something that will center their mind where you want it.”

Now, Felicity glanced around before she asked under her breath, “Do you think it would be all right if I took one of them to bed, considering I’m technically engaged?”

Julie pursed her lips. “You and I both know you’re only engaged if you want to be and women do it all the time.”

“Good, I’m going back to the dorm and change into something sexier, before class…and I know just the outfit.”

Adam’s face was red. “Excuse me, Fellie-e-e, are you ignorant or are you trying to piss me off?”

She could probably ignore him, but he was already angry and that would be counter-productive. She glanced up, but her effusive smile was met by an angry scowl. “Sorry, I was daydreaming.” After twinning her legs, she turned them to the side.

Adam edged by her and said with all the sarcasm he could muster. “It’s about time—bitch!” In one motion, he reclined into the compact desk and rested his left hand on her bare thigh.

The heat she felt was palpable. Her stomach did the dipsy do and her heart plunged ahead about ten miles over the speed limit, but she remained quiet.

Professor Slater followed the last few stragglers in and closed the door. He walked to the lectern and shading his eyes with the palm of his hand, looked out over the gathering. “Looks like a good turnout, even though it won’t affect your grade one way or the other. Thank you. I have something planned I hope you will enjoy. We’re going to watch the psychological thriller…”

* * * *

Adam studied her. He just knew she knew it as she primped and preened. He was getting harder, if that was possible, merely watching her. No bitch had ever pushed his buttons like she did. Sitting there half dressed, like a preppy’s wet dream, she was the consummate cock tease. He wouldn’t be surprised if she had never had a bone up her cunt. Naw, he knew better. Under that poised staid exterior was a firecracker, ready to explode. All he had to do was light the fuse.

He’d wanted to hold and kiss her from the first second he saw her. He wanted to get lost in her breasts and suck on her nipples. Now, he had a compulsion to take off her skimpy skirt and blouse and run his moist tongue up and down her body from her gorgeous mouth to her wiggling toes. What toes she had. He loved it when she wore open toed shoes. And her feet, ankles, calves…all perfect.

To his everlasting regret, he’d started the taunting. He couldn’t help it. It was either tease her or fuck her. There was no in between. At least he got a kick out of watching the little spitfire explode, periodically. God she was beautiful when her jaw tightened and her nostrils flared in fury. And the fire in her eyes…oh my was that something to behold.

Unfortunately, he didn’t know how much more he could take. He was ready to explode, something had to give.

When the professor’s voice finally overrode the amatory fog his mind had slipped into, he heard him say, “‘Silence of the Lambs,’ I hope you enjoy the movie.” Upon that note, the professor nodded to the projector operator, walked to the door and flicked off all banks of lights.

Chapter Two

“From the moment I was six, I felt sexy. And let me tell you it was hell, sheer hell, waiting to do something about it. – Bette Davis

He was in the dark. She was in the dark. They were in the dark. He couldn’t see much of her—only a vague silhouette lit from second hand light reflected from the movie, but…he could smell her. More than ever, he could smell her. Her flower scented cologne, her bath wash and her se-x-x. God, all his senses now channeled through his nose and he could actually smell her cunt—from three feet away, her beautiful, he just knew, smooth cunt. God, it smelled delicious. The fragrance reminded him of slightly burnt roasted almonds. He knew, given the opportunity, he could lie in front of her sweet pussy and dine on it all day.

Too excited for words, he suddenly felt a constriction in his throat and could barely breathe. He forced himself to breathe hard and the burnt roasted almond bouquet that wafted into his lungs relaxed his throat.

He admired her beautiful silhouette as she watched the movie. Had anyone in the history of man since time immemorial, ever wanted a woman more? Could Romeo have wanted Juliet more? Could Marc Anthony have wanted Cleopatra more? Napoleon and Marie Antoinette? Solomon and Sheba? No! No fucking way!

He took a deep breath and savored her pussy. Then another and another. Soon he was mad with lust.

“Adam, please be quiet. You’re making too much noise. What are you grunting and groaning for?”

If you only knew, my ‘USDA Choice’ piece of flesh. What’s the warm, smooth, silky object my hand is resting on? He glanced down and realized his hand rested on her pale thigh—only inches from her delicious smelling cunt. Then he noticed almost everyone had moved closer to the screen to watch the movie, and the three of them had the last five rows of seats to themselves. He grew even more excited. Sitting in the back row in the dark, they were virtually invisible to the professor or anyone else in the unlikely event they glanced up.

He was so nervous, he could feel the red, liquid life-force pulsing in his ears as he slowly, languorously, edged his hand up her thigh. Slowly, under her skirt his fingers crept. Her gasp as his daring fingers touched her panties, made his stomach jump into his throat. She moaned and he paused. Nevertheless, even though he hadn’t moved his hand in fifteen seconds, her moans continued. As her moans grew louder, he glanced once more at her pale thighs. His eyes widened and his jaw dropped when he realized, Devon’s dark hand was also under her skirt.

* * * *

Adam’s hand remained stationary, but still the presence of a man’s hand so near her feminine core, had a skyrocketing effect on her libido. When the lights went out and the movie started, a second hand—Devon’s hand—landed on her other thigh. Though it thrilled her to no end, it was also worrisome. Felicity only wanted one lover, yet two equally desirable young men had their hands within inches of her pussy, which frankly, started heating faster than a chemistry class Bunsen burner. Throwing judgment out the window, she allowed both hands to remain in their intimate location and furthermore, faking discomfort fidgeted and opened her legs more. As a bonus, Devon’s and to a lesser extent Adam’s hands slid from atop her thigh, more to the side—the inside—of her thigh. She wondered at that moment if she had some subconscious agenda to receive the affections of both men. She’d never denied, she found both men excitingly attractive and she was, after all, only seeking sex. At least that what she thought she was after.

As Adam’s hand advanced, so did Devon’s, though quicker. By the time Adam’s fingers touched her crème-logged panties, Devon’s finger’s had shunted them aside and were at the portal to her womanly lair. With heartbeat and pulse surging, she stopped breathing from the anticipation. When his long thick finger glided effortlessly into her slippery, expanded channel, she gasped and sucked in a huge breath.

Unexpectedly, a second finger slid into her—Adam’s. Felicity’s eyes had never been larger or rounder. Two separate men had a finger in her deep recess simultaneously. Why does it seem so sexy? Each finger was independent of the other and entered her from a different angle. They moved in and out of her differently and when they were inside her they wiggled, massaging the soft, fleshy, interior cushions of her pussy differently. Her back arched violently, pushing her snatch into their intimate, combined fingers as a deluge of carnal sensations slammed through her.

She didn’t think it could get any better, but when they undid the knot in her blouse and each took