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Tight Fit Too

Part III

The phone buzzed again.

Okay, I told myself as I reached for it, it had better not be who I thought it was, but even before I looked at the screen, I knew what I was going to find.

I don’t hate it when I right, but sometimes, I just wish I weren’t as right as I was. This time was no exception. It was exactly who I thought it was.

“Keith,” I typed back, “I told you. I don’t need a study partner.”

Actually, what I really needed, what I didn’t really tell him about, but what I really needed was a whole other kind of partner.

The phone buzzed again. “I want to come over,” it said.

“No.”

“We could just fuck,” Keith’s message said.

Okay, now he was talking my language. Maybe I could ... no. No, I couldn’t.

“Come on,” the phone said again.

I couldn’t help but growl to myself. I didn’t want to give in, or maybe I did. Maybe that was the whole problem.

“I could be over there in five minutes.”

No, I told myself, but I already knew what I was going to say. “Okay,” I typed back. “Five minutes, right?”

“Five minutes,” he typed back. “I promise.”

“Okay. Come on over.”

“See you soon.”

Yeah, I thought, but I know how to teach you a lesson. I went over to my trash and I picked out an old ripped pair of tights and I used them to replace the new pair that I had been wearing and then I went back to my studies.

I had to hand it to Keith. He was at least prompt about it. He was over at my apartment in less than five minutes.

“Hey,” he said.

“Hey,” I said back.

“I haven’t seen you in class the past couple of classes.”

“I know. I was busy.”

I know what he had to be thinking. Busy at 8:00 in the morning. Who the hell was busy at 8:00 in the morning, but hey, it was true, and besides, I really was busy. The first time, I’d met this guy on my way to class and he just had this way about him that I just couldn’t help letting him slide his hand up under my skirt and well, one thing had led to another and before I knew it, I’d let him take me home and fuck me, and the time before that, I’d been out so late that I just hadn’t managed to pull myself out of bed in time. Claire said I was a slut but what did I care. She was a prude. I’m not sure she’d let anyone fuck her since she’d gotten to college and hell, she was good enough looking that guys would want to fuck her. Hell, maybe it wasn’t that she was a prude. Maybe it was just that she was a tease.

“I brought my class notes over,” Keith said.

I couldn’t believe it. Was he really trying to buy me off with showing me his class notes. Didn’t he get it by now? Didn’t he realize that I’d fuck him no matter what?

“So what about it?” Keith asked. “You want to fuck?”

“Sure,” I told him and I bent over on my bed on my hands and knees and I waited for him to come up behind me and lift up my skirt.

He had to see the ripped tights and he had to suspect that someone had been there before him but if he did, he didn’t say a thing. He just looked down at me and I could feel him shoving his cock between my legs. How the hell was I supposed to respect a man who didn’t even respect himself?

Still, it was a man at least and he was giving me what my pussy needed and so I just sat back and let him do with me what he wanted because that was what my pussy was good for, but I think even he knew that when it was done, there was something wrong. “What’s wrong with you?” he asked when he was done.

“Nothing,” I replied. “What’s wrong with you?”

He left a little while later and I think he was kind of pissed but I didn’t care. I’d gotten what I needed from him.

I’d stripped off my tights and I’d gone to he bathroom to wash up and when I came out, I found Claire had returned to the room. “I met your friend,” she said.

“My friend?”

“Oh that’s right. You have so many friends. I met your friend,” she said again. “I met Keith out in the hallway.”

“Oh.”

“I don’t know why you’re so mean to him. He’s a nice boy.”

“If you want him, you can have him.”

“He’s not like that.”

“He’s not like what?”

“He’s not like that. He’s not going to go after a girl just so he can, you know, just so he can have sex with them.”

Ha. That’s what she thought, but I wasn’t about to set Claire straight. “Like I said then. You want him. You can have him. Sounds like you two would be a perfect match.”

Claire just shook her head at me like I was supposed to care what she thought. “You’re mean,” she said.

No, I thought. I wasn’t mean. I was right, and if a man wanted to have sex with me, I was going to let him do it because that was the right thing to do and the sooner Claire leaned that, the better off she’d be.

I definitely knew how things worked and luckily for me, so did a lot of the boys around me. They just seemed to know what I needed and luckily for me, quite a few of them were ready to give me exactly what I wanted and unlike silly Claire, I was always willing to give them what they wanted.

And the cool thing was that after a while, I didn’t even have to tell the boys what I wanted. Somehow, they just knew and then they’d seek me out.

That’s what happened one Thursday afternoon. I was lying on my bed trying to get some work done, but the textbook was so-o-o boring. I mean, if they wanted to find a cure for insomnia, my textbook in eastern civilizations would totally do the trick.

I couldn’t help but yawn yet again. I probably should have laid down, I realized. It just made it so easy to ...

Knock it off, I told myself. You got to study.

Yeah right. What I really wanted to study was Brian Connors. He was about the only thing at all interesting in my eastern civilizations class.

Knock it off, I told myself again. You got to focus.

Focus, I told myself as I once more tried to rededicate myself to my reading. Focus. That was it.

Who knows? It might have even worked but before I could make myself actually do it, there came a knock at the door.

Ha! A reprieve. I practically raced to the door. I didn’t care who it was. All I cared about was I didn’t have to read that stupid text book.

There was a guy at the door. He looked old enough to be my dad. He had on a polo shirt and some tan slacks. “Can I help you?” I asked.

He peered into the room. “I was looking for Claire.”

“Oh.” I couldn’t really help myself. I knew I sounded disappointed but that’s because that’s what I was. “She’s not here,” I said.

The man shook his head. “That’s too bad. I was hoping I’d catch her. I kind of thought I’d surprise her.”

“Yeah well, she’s not here, but you can come in and wait for her if you like.”

“Is she going to be long?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “I’m not sure when she’ll be back.” Actually, that wasn’t true, I knew she wasn’t going to be back for at least another couple of hours.

“Ah, well, I just thought I’d stop by. You can tell her—”

I knew what he was going to say and I didn’t want him to go so I grabbed him by the hand and I pulled him into the room. “Don’t go,” I said. “Stay.”

“But you said—”

I was already pushing the guy to Claire’s bed. “Here, sit,” I told him.

He sat but I couldn’t help but notice the way he was looking at me. If I wasn’t hot before, I would have been hot then. I mean, it wasn’t exactly like he was ogling me or anything like that, but I could tell he liked what he saw and why shouldn’t he. After all, I wanted him to look.

“This is Claire’s bed,” I told him. “Mine’s over there.”

He looked over at my bed and then he looked back at me. Damn, this was getting me hot.

“You know what?” I said.

“What?”

“I’m glad you came.”

“Yeah, and why’s that?”

“’Cause I was getting so bored. I was about to fall asleep.”

“That’s not good.”

“No, it’s not. I was beginning to think I was going to have to do some stretching just to wake myself up.”

“Yeah, I guess that would do it.”

“You want to see what I do?”

“Um, okay.”

I turned around and I pretended almost as if he weren’t there and I just let my butt sway back and forth in front of him. “First thing I do is something like this.”

“Um, okay,” he said again.

Ever so slightly, I was moving backward. Hell, I was right in from of me. He probably could have touched me if he wanted, and as hot as he was making me, I certainly knew that was what I wanted.

“Hey, what are you doing?”

“What’s it look like I’m doing?”

“I ... no, you got me all wrong.”

“Do I? Do you see my skirt?”

“Yes.”

“Do you see how short it is?”

“Yes.”

“Would it surprise you to know I’m not wearing any panties?”

“W-what?”

“I’m not wearing any panties. I never do. You want to see?”

“See what?”

“You want to see that I’m not wearing any panties.”

I still had my back to him but I didn’t have to turn to know what he was doing. I knew he was staring at my butt. “Um, okay.”

“All you have to do is to lift up my skirt.”

This was it. Was he going to do it? To tell the truth, I didn’t really know, but then that’s when I felt his hands pushing up my skirt.

“See,” I told him. “No panties.”

“I see.”

“I never wear them. I hate them. You know what?”

“What?”

“Can you take down my tights?”

“What?!”

“You heard me. Can you take down my tights.”

“B-b-but I ... I—”

“I know you like my ass. I saw you looking at me. I want you to do it. I want you to touch me.”

“I ... I don’t know.”

“Come on. Please.”

I still wasn’t sure he was going to do it, but then I felt his hands peeling my tights down past my bottom and then I felt his hands touching me right where my tights had been.”

“Oh yeah,” I moaned. “Oh yeah. That’s it. You make me so hot. My pussy is so wet.”

“It is?”

“You know what I want?”

“What?”

“I want you to take your cock out.”

“W-what?!”

“I want you to take your cock out.”

“No, I can’t.”

“Please!”

“No. You don’t understand.”

“Please!”

“I told you no.” He was even trying to get my tights back up but I didn’t want to let him do that.

“Please!”

“Claire’s—”

“She’s not going to be back for a while,” I assured him.

“But I thought you said—”

“I lied,” I told him. “I lied because you were so hot, but I’m not lying about this. I want to see your cock. Can you take it out?”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

I still had my back to him but I heard him taking his zipper down. “Okay,” he said.

I looked down and there between my legs was his cock. I reached down and I took a hold of him.

“Hey!”

I didn’t pay any attention. My hand stroked his member and then I was moving myself down and I was pressing myself against his cock.

“Fuck,” he moaned.

I couldn’t have said it any better. He just felt so good as he moved up inside me. This was a hell of a lot better than reading some stupid text book.

He moaned again.

“Oh my God,” I moaned. “Oh my God. You’re going to make me cum.”

“Yeah,” he groaned.

Was that a question or a statement and did I fucking care? Oh my God. I was going to cum. I don’t think I could have stopped myself even if I’d wanted to. I had to ride his cock. I just had to do it. I had to ride him to completion.

“Oh fuck,” he groaned and that’s when I finally felt it. He was cumming inside me and my pussy couldn’t help but respond to what I was feeling. Oh God, that was good. It was so good to feel his cum in my cunt.

And then I just kind of hung there, my body hardly moving at all, his cock wedged deep inside me, and I couldn’t help but think that having him cum inside me was perhaps the best thing I’d ever felt.

I finally pulled myself off of his cock although truth be told, I definitely would have let him do it again if he wanted to.

“I suppose I should be going,” he said.

He looked down at himself and I was sure I knew what he was thinking. He’d taken advantage of me, he was telling himself but what he didn’t realize was that was what I was here for. I wanted a man to take advantage of me. “Do you have to?” I asked.

“Yeah, I think I have to. You’ll tell my daughter I was here?”

“Your daughter?”

“My name’s Bill Bixley. Claire Bixley is my daughter.”

How are you supposed to respond to something like that? I mean, Claire’s such a prude and her dad was so fucking cool. Who would have guessed that?

It was a couple of weeks later and wouldn’t you know it, I was right where I’d been before, flopped out on my bed trying vainly to read my eastern civilizations textbook, and if I’m honest about it, I wasn’t doing a very good job at it. I mean, the book was seriously boring, you know, and that’s when someone knocked on the dorm room door.

A reprieve, I thought. You know, I didn’t much care who it was as long as I didn’t have to read anymore of that textbook. Hell, it could have even been Keith and I would have been happy to see him so you can imagine that I was rushing to the door to see who it was.

It definitely was someone I knew but maybe it was someone who didn’t want to see me. I think my face kind of fell a little when I saw him. “Hi, Mr. Bixley.”

“Hello, Heather,” he said. “I was wondering if my daughter’s in.”

I shook my head. “She’s in class,” I told him.

“You mean I missed her again?”

“I’m afraid so.”

“Hmm. That’s too bad.”

Why did I get the distinct impression that Mr. Bixley wasn’t at all sad that his daughter wasn’t here.

“I guess she’s not going to be back for a while,” he said.

I shook my head. “A couple hours at least.”

“That’s too bad but I guess it’s okay in a way.”

“Okay?” I asked.

“I brought you something.”

It was only then that I noticed he had a bag in his hand. Whatever it was, it wasn’t big. “You got something for me?” I asked.

He nodded and he handed the bag over. “Consider it a replacement,” he said.

“A replacement for what?”

“Go ahead and look and see.”

I looked in the bag and would you believe it? It was a package of tights.

“I got them to replace the ones we ripped the other week,” Mr. Bixley explained. “I hope they’re the right size.”

“That’s so sweet of you, Mr. Bixley, and yes, they’re the right size, but really, you didn’t have to do that.”

“I know but I wanted to.”

“I wish there was some way to repay you,” I said even though I already knew how I was going to repay him. “I know,” I said as if the idea had just popped into my head.

“You know?” he asked.

“I know,” I said as I pulled a willing Mr. Bixley into my room. “Last time, you were sitting on Claire’s bed. This time, I want you on mine.”

Mr. Bixley easily let himself be pushed down onto the bed and no sooner was he seated there than I was seated on his lap.

“Does this give you any ideas?” I asked.

Mr. Bixley just grinned at me and the next thing I knew, I could feel him sliding his hands up under my skirt. “I think maybe it does.”

I couldn’t help but moan as I felt his hands stroke my underside. Oh geez. He got it. He so totally got it but then I felt his fingers clawing at my pussy and then I realized it wasn’t just my pussy they were clawing at because moments later, his fingers were ripping at my tights. I couldn’t help but cry out. “Oh my God,” Mr. Bixley. “Oh my God. That’s it. Rip me open. I love it, Mr. Bixley. I love it. Rip me open.”

“It’s Bill,” he reminded me.

“I want you to fuck me, Bill.”

“Of course you do but you know what to do.”

Of course, I knew what to do. My hands were already reaching down and I was already freeing his cock from his pants. Mmm. He felt so good as I stroked him with my hand.

“You know what to do,” he said again.

I knew what to do and my pussy was so ready. I brought my pussy down and then I was reveling in the feel of him as he slid up inside my cunt. “Oh, Bill,” I moaned.

“Yeah, you like that, don’t you.”

“Yeah,” I moaned as my pussy settled into a rhythm on his cock. “Yeah, I love it.”

“Do you like me, Bill?”

“What?”

“Do you like me?”

“Yeah, I like you?”

“Do you want to see something?”

“See what?”

I shook my head. “I asked if you wanted to see something.”

“Sure,” he said. “I want to see whatever it is you want to show me.”

“Give me ... give me your hands,” I panted as I continued to ride his cock.

“What for?”

“Please,” I moaned. Oh God, I hoped he didn’t cum too soon but oh geez, it just felt so good to beg. “Please,” I begged again.

I guess he wasn’t going to argue with me or maybe it was just that he wanted to see what I had in mind but he gave me his hands.

I led his hands to my chest and almost immediately, he cupped my breasts. “No,” I whimpered. “No, not that. Not yet at least.”

I could tell he was puzzled but he let me lead his hands where I wanted them to go.

I led them to the center of my chest and I curled his fingers inside my blouse. I was ready. I looked down at Mr. Bixley. “I want you to do it,” I said.

“Do what?” he asked.

I tried to push his hands as if to give him the idea but his hands were solid. They wouldn’t budge. “I want you to rip me open,” I told him. “I want you to tear my blouse just like you did with my tights. I want you to take possession of me. I want you to make me your own.”

For a moment, I wondered if he was even going to do it but then I saw him nod slightly and the next thing I knew, he was ripping my top open and buttons were flying and he was staring right there at my tits. “So this is what you want, is it?” he taunted me even as he fucked me harder. “This is what you want.”

“Yes,” I gasped even as his cock fucked me harder.

“Then this is what you’re going to get,” he told me, “and you’re going to get what you get ... right ... now.”

I couldn’t help but gasp as I felt it, his cumming inside me and almost as if it was on command, I just started cumming, too. I couldn’t help myself. It just felt so good.

It was some time later and Claire’s dad had gotten himself put together but me, I still looked like a mess. Bill looked at me and he gave me a wry, little smile. “I guess I owe you some more tights,” he said.

I put a hand on his arm. To tell the truth, even though I knew he had to go, I wanted him to stay. “You can rip me open anytime you want to,” I told him.

Bill smiled again. “You say the nicest things,” he said and then he was gone.

I had no idea when it was that I was going to see Bill again but there was one thing I was certain of. I was sure I was going to see Bill again, but what I hadn’t counted on was the next time I saw him, he was going to be with his wife.

Jean Bixley was a smallish woman. Where Bill was a good six feet tall, his wife was probably like a couple of inches over five feet if that. Standing next to Bill, she almost looked like a little doll. Heck, even her daughter seemed to tower over her.

It was early in the evening when the two of them arrived. As it turned out, Claire and me were studying. Well, to be fair, Claire was really the one who was studying. Me, I was busy thinking about Mr. Henderson. He was the professor in my Political Science course and he was so hot but that wasn’t what I was thinking about. What I was thinking about was getting him inside my pussy.

There was a knock on our door and Claire looked at me. “Are you going to get it?” she asked.

“You’re closer,” I said.

“Yeah, but I’m actually studying. You’re just trying to find a way to play with your pussy.”

“I am not,” I protested although now that she’d called me on it, I couldn’t help but wonder why I was even bothering to argue about it.

“Have it your way,” she said and reluctantly, she pulled herself up off of her bed and I went back to thinking about Wade Henderson.

“Daddy,” I heard Claire squeal. “What are you doing here?”

I looked up and sure enough, there was Bill Bixley and this woman that I didn’t recognize.

“We thought we’d come and surprise you, honey.”

“Mom! You guys should have told me you were coming.”

I saw Bill look my way and he gave me just the slightest of shakes of his head but I seemed to get it. He seemed to be saying this wasn’t his idea, and I knew exactly what he meant. Seeing him with his wife wasn’t my idea of fun either.

“I hope you’re not too busy,” Claire’s mom said.

“Too busy for what?”

“We thought maybe we could take you out for some ice cream.”

“Mom!”

“What?”

“You didn’t come all this way just for some ice cream.”

“No. We came here to see our daughter.”

Claire grinned. “I’ll get my coat.”

“What about your friend? Would she like to come?”

Claire looked at me and she shook her head. “No, she’s just fine here, and besides, she has some studying to do.”

And just like that, I could tell I wasn’t invited which was just fine with me. I didn’t really want to spend any time with Claire or her mom.

The next day, I was alone in my dorm room when there came a knock on my dorm room door and when I went to answer it, there was Bill Bixley.

“What are you doing here?” I asked.

“You’re mad,” he said.

“I’m not mad.”

“Yes you are.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Okay, if you’re not mad, then what are you?”

It was a good question. What was I?

“Well?”

“I’m disappointed.”

“Disappointed in who?”

I said nothing. I’d said too much anyway.

“Disappointed in me?”

I still said nothing.

“It wasn’t my idea to bring her here, you know.”

In spite of myself, I nodded just a little but I didn’t really want to let him know that.

“You got to know what I really wanted was to be here with you?”

“Really?” I hadn’t really meant to say that but it had just come out.

“Yes, really.”

“Well—”

“I brought you something.”

“You brought me something?”

Bill nodded. “I brought you something,” he said again, “but if you don’t want it—”

“What is it?”

“Uh uh. It doesn’t work that way. You have to tell me you want it first.”

“But—”

“No buts. Tell me you want it.”

I still didn’t know what it was, but whatever it was, I didn’t want to turn it down. “I want it,” I said.

“That’s more like it. Say it again.”

What? I’d already said it once, but fine. I could do what he wanted. “I want it,” I said again.

“You sound kind of wanton when you say it like that.”

I did kind of sound that way and my pussy was kind of getting kind of wet.

“What do you want again?”

“I want it,” I said again and there was no doubt about it. My pussy was definitely getting wetter.

“Close your eyes,” he said.

I did as he told me to do.

“Now turn around.”

What?

It was clear Bill wasn’t going to take any argument from me. “I told you to turn around.”

I turned around.

I could feel him coming up behind me and I could feel a hand reaching up under my skirt and I could feel that hand as it stroked my bottom and then my pussy and oh geez, oh that hand felt good.

“Open your eyes.”

I opened my eyes and there in front of me was his other hand and in that hand was a jewelry box. I couldn’t help but squeal. “Oh my God, Bill. Is that for me?”

“It sure is,” he told me. “Open it.”

My hands reached for the box even as I felt his hand continue to stroke me from behind. Oh geez, that was hot.

My hands opened the box and what I found inside were a pair of earrings. “Oh my God,” I gushed.

“Do you like them?”

“I love them.”

“You love them, huh? I thought what you loved was this.”

Without warning, I could feel his fingers ripping into my tights and suddenly, there was his cock pushing its way between my legs.

“Oh fuck,” I moaned.

“Do you need this?” he asked.

“Yes-s-s,” I moaned.

“Yes what?”

“I need you.”

“You need me?”

“I need your cock to make me cum.”

“Yeah. Say that again.”

Of course I was going to say it again. I did need his cock to make me cum. “I need your cock to make me cum.”

He had his hands on my hips now as he drove himself into me.

“Fuck me,” I pleaded. “Fuck me.”

Neither of us heard it coming but then even if we had heard it, I’m not sure there’s anything we could have or would have done about it, but in the end, it was all moot because neither of us did anything about the sound of a key turning in the lock.

And then the door opened and that’s when both of us heard it. “Daddy? How could you?”